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shelbgrey · 2 years

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Who Your Person is based on who you are dating

Derek: Owen Hunt

You and Owen have been friends since day one. You've seen each other at your worst and have always had each other's backs. He's always there to listen and you have always been there to help him get through his panic attacks.

"A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are."

- unknown

Mark: Derek Shepherd

You and Derek have been best friends since you were kids. He's always been there for you and your friendship grew stronger when Mark cheated on you with Addison and she with Derek. He's a true friend and he's basically your big brother.

"Best friend share laughs, memories and inside jokes. They will always be honest and stand by your side no matter what. They wipe your tears, pick you up when you fall, and are forever a piece of your heart."

— Unknown

Owen: Callie Torres

You and Callie became best friends immediately. You didn't like how Izzie and the others treated her in first years at the hospital so you were always there to have your back. She also became extremely over protective and is always there to comfort you.

"She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order." — Toni Morrison

Jackson: Mark Sloan

You and Mark kinda became an unlikely duo. After calling him a man-whore in front of the entire nurse's stafe he started falling you around. You didn't officially become Close until you admit you don't think of him as just a wore. He to that too heart and grew a soft spot for you.

"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out."

— Walter Winchell

Alex: April Kepner

If your around you don't screw with April, plane and simple. You guys are total opposite but you can't see anyone else as your Person.

"Best friends are people who make your problems their problems, just so you don’t have to go through them alone."

-Unknown

George: Meredith Grey

You and Meredith are cousins so you've been around each other since you were small kids. You always had a strong bond and you really couldn't think of any other friendship you had that was as strong as yours a Meredith's. She comes to you if she needs a shoulder to cry on and she's always there to protect you and have your back.

"I can't promise to solve all your problems, but I can promise you won't have to face them alone."

-unknown

Tom: Ameila Shepherd

You guys are a unstoppable duo. You guys are the type of friends that are always laughing together and your lives are full of inside jokes. You guys have each other's backs and you guys are basically the other Twisted Sisters.

"Maybe I can’t stop the downpour, but I will always join you for a walk in the rain."

-unknown

Link: Jackson Avery

You and Jackson had a bit of a forced friendship at first. Both of you came from weathly and well known doctor families. Both of your mothers were best friends so you were always around each other. At first you guys hated each other but then learned you guys are all you got so your bond only grew stronger.

"A good friend knows all your stories. A best friend helped you write them."

-Unknown

Nick: Miranda Bailey

You and Bailey have been best friends since your intern years, hell you've been best friends since birth it seems like. She's always had your back and cares so much for you. If the whole world was about to explode her mind will immediately go to you. She's your Person and Soulmate .

"A true friend cares like a mom, scolds like a dad, teases like a sister, irritates like a brother and loves more than a lover."

-Unknown

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generation-many-consumer · 20 hours

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#one direction preferences #troyler #humiliation kink #full metal alchemist #life quote #im a faggot #grey's anatomy #nightmare sans #xmen #doujinshi #afro #shoegaze

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tonight-unit-explain-woman · 16 days

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eye-attack-unit · 19 days

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#one direction preferences #troyler #ts4 download #humiliation kink #life quote #grey's anatomy #makoto shinkai #doujinshi #afro #shoegaze #weedstagram #wwe raw #manuscript

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silent-idea · 1 month

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I need to follow more blogs, so like/reblog if you post about:

Tv shows:

The X-Files, Ted Lasso, The Simpsons, The Witcher, Grey's Anatomy, Station 19, The Umbrella Academy, Lucifer, Shameless, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Wynonna Earp, Schitt's Creek, Orphan Black, The Good Place, Gilmore girls, Doctor Who, Good Omens, Sense8…

Art

Journaling

Movies

Books

... and more (check out my blog to see what else I post about) 😊

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russellsppttemplates · 5 months

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question: are you feeling more of a blurb afternoon/night today or more of a big piece type of thing (it's a fluffy dad!Lando request)?

maybe both? 😏

#I'm sick and spending most of my day in bed #im watching greys anatomy for what feels like the hundredth time #let me know what you'd prefer

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anothergolddustwoman · 1 year

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Three people I have to wait till January to know their fates, ok, alrighty then

#would prefer that they all be ok #the rookie #greys anatomy #station 19 #greys spoilers #station 19 spoilers

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laufire · 1 year

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this season finale of grey's anatomy was too lovely-dovey for my tastes. hope season... twenty... brings about the divorce energy in full force again!

#yes i am saying this in an episodes with multiple possible casualties what about it xD #i enjoyed the romantic developments on the interns' side #(simone DID leave her fiance at the altar! for a guy she barely knows but has a stronger connection to! and the fiance got into a car #accident! and punched the Other Guy!)#(and the stuff with blue and jules was a++ no notes)#(i'm less excited about helm and yasuda. i like them but too cutesy. hoping yasuda's impending professional problems bring more drama)#(like. the f/f couple deserves that too not just the straights!!)#but jo/link and meredith/that guy... ugh. break them up #i prefer how they left maggie and ndugu up in the air #also. i don't really care about teddy but she's not the side of the couple i want dead dammit xDD #(i've read that the actress has signed for last season so i don't think she will die but. doesn't change that i want hunt to lol)#talking to the void #my thoughts #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy spoilers #grey's anatomy thoughts

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thecountessofkilmartin · 2 years

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I wish Shonda Rhimes picked her projects like other producers and ran them herself instead of handing them over to demonic assholes.

#but nooo #she always preferred quantity over quality #I said what I said #greys anatomy #bridgerton #thoughts

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afriad-of-water · 2 years

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Stuff I write for <3

Creepy pasta

Marble hornets

Slashers

Grey’s Anatomy

Avengers

The Walking Dead

Hmu for any specific shows/movies/characters you’d like me to write for!! I do fics, preferences, headcanons, matchups, all that fun stuff!!

#what i write #masterlist #creepypasta #greys anatomy #the avengers #marble hornets #imagine #preferences #matchups

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arminreindl · 10 months

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I know I usually talk about crocs, but this is too good not to share. A new giant basilosaurid whale with weird anatomy from the Eocene of Peru. Perucetus colossus is a peculiar animal. It's bones were incredibly thick and incredibly dense, very much unlike those of modern whales and even more extreme than even those of the thicker basilosaurids (aptly named Pachycetinae i.e. thick whales). These adaptations have been compared to modern manatees and dugongs. Know the weight range is highly dependent on what you base the math on. Using manatees as a proxy, you get a weight of "only" 85 tons....using extreme values for whales a whopping 340 tons. Mean values for whales a still really big 180 tons. This could indicate that Perucetus rivaled the Blue Whale as the worlds heaviest animal ever.

The ecology is poorly understood tho. We know basilosaurids preferred coastal waters, and with all the similarities to manatees it is reasonable to assume that Perucetus was a shallow water animal itself. It also likely wasn't the fastest swimmer. And the lack of a skull basically means we can't say much on its diet. We can wager a guess and say it wasn't a predator because, you know....it also likely wasn't a grazer. Cool as it would be, we don't really have herbivorous whales like that so its incredibly unlikely. The two more likely suggestions are that it lived on small animals burried in the ocean floor, sorta like a grey whale. Or that it was a scavenger like a sleeper shark (tho I find that suggestion far less likely, giving me scavenging T.rex vibes ngl). But again, once we get a skull we can talk about this better.

Sidenote I do find the name a little underwhelming. It's a bizarre animal and the best we could come up with is "Colossal whale from Peru". I'm also not a mammal person, but from what I'm being told the silhouette is a little exaggerated and it wasn't necessarily that thick in life.

Life reconstruction by A. Gennari, paper can be found here A heavyweight early whale pushes the boundaries of vertebrate morphology | Nature

#perucetus #basilosauridae #paleontology news #palaeoblr #prehistory #eocene #early whale #evolution #science #whale

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 7 months

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No man's land

♡ Pairings: Eddie munson x reader

♡ Summary: a little something for the people who suffer from insomnia or just have a hard time sleeping.

♡ Warnings: fluff, none. Just some language but nothing terrible. Eddie calls the reader baby. No use of y/n.

♡ Word count: 1.1k

♡ A/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for way too long. While this is just a fluff piece, I would still prefer if minors didn't interact with my work. Thank you. Please reblog, like, and comment to show support.

3:00 am.

It was late very late and another sleepless night for you. You tossed and turned for hours trying to find the right position to rest, but it was no use. You just couldn't sleep. There really isn't even a reason behind it.

You weren't stressed at the moment. You and Eddie are both in a good place. You wish you could put a reason as to why this happens, but there is none. Not one thing. This isn't something new for you, though. You just wanted some type of excuse this time.

You carefully got out of bed trying not to disturb your sleeping boyfriend next to you. You make your way to the living to watch some TV. Perhaps you'll fall asleep out here, but you know that's highly unlikely. You tip toe into the kitchen, slowly opening up the cabinet above the stove to make some tea.

Wrapping yourself up in a warm blanket with Eddie's Garfield mug in both hands, you flick through the channels until you land on your favorite show. You kept the lights off, not wanting to disturb him in any kind of way since he has to be up in soon for work. Believe it or not, Eddie was a light sleeper, and the slightest noise or light could wake him.

"Why'd ya leave me?" His rasped with a pout on his face.

Foot steps trudging down the hall tell you that you were not as quiet as you thought. You turn to look over blanket draped over your head. There, he was standing in the hallway rubbing his tired eyes. His hair sticking up every which way. The white boxers with red lips, you got him for Valentines Day as a joke, hang low on his waist. He's missing one sock on his foot. You snort when you see him. He looks lost like he doesn't know how he got there.

You always thought his sleepy voice was so cute. He hated it.

"Couldn't sleep again." You sheepishly told him, taking another sip of tea.

He moves to plop down beside you, kicking his feet up on the coffee table folding his arms over his chest. His eyes bloodshot from just waking up. The brightness from the TV screen making his eyes water.

"Whatcha watching?" He yawned.

You snuggle up close beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Grey's Anatomy."

Nodding his head, looking semi interested. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

"Eddie, you have to work in the morning." You whispered, looking up at him.

"It's okay if you can't sleep. I can't sleep." He squeezed you tight, kissing your forehead.

About an hour has passed since you and Eddie have been awake.

"What do you mean they found her lingerie pictures and showed them to everyone?" He argued, getting frustrated at the show.

"Dr. Model wow!, what a great insult...prick." He murmured, shaking his head.

"Yeah, she only did that to pay for school." You informed him getting a kick out of how upset he seems to be for lzzie.

Whatever sleep filled mind he had was gone now. He's wide awake, staring at the bright TV screen. His eyes are still bloodshot and puffy, but he's not tired. Not anymore. Too worked up and annoyed at what he's witnessing

His mouth drops in shock. "And this dickhead just walks around showing them to everyone?"

"Yep, pretty much." You take another sip of your tea, which is now too cold.

"Lemme get a taste." He motioned at the Garfield mug, eyes glued to the screen. He takes a big gulp, making a disgusted face at the now ice-cold chamomile tea.

He bought that tea specifically for you when he heard it helps with sleep. He always did little things like that for you. He'd buy you an entire life supply of chamomile tea if it meant you could finally rest.

He leaned forward elbows resting on his knees. He was still getting riled up at the plot that he didn't notice the alarm clock going off.

"It's time for work." You mentioned sadly.

"Oh, I'm calling out. I can't leave until I know what happens next." He says matter factly. He's too engrossed in the show now to stop watching. "And I can't leave you either."

The sunrise peaking in through your blinds, giving your living room a warm glow. "Wanna get breakfast?"

"Sure." You smiled sweetly at him.

"Then we can finish up this season and try to get some sleep, yeah?" He goes to stand, stretching his long limbs out.

"I hope so, but if I can't sleep, that doesn't mean you have to stay up too." You really don't want him to think just because you struggled with this that he has to as well. You've dealt with insomnia almost your whole life. You can handle losing just a day's worth of sleep. You hope it's just a day's worth.

"I don't think so. If my baby can't sleep, then I'm not sleeping."

"But." You tried arguing.

"No buts." He argued back, bending down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

You shyly smile at him, wondering how you even found someone so caring. Sometimes, you truly believe you don't deserve him. You know that's not true, and he definitely knows that's not true. He's just so kind and thoughtful. You really didn't think there were people out there in the world like him. Eddie would constantly do things for you without even considering something in return. You're still not used to that but you're trying.

"Well, then we better get moving. We don't wanna miss anything." You go to stand next to him, stretching out your arms as well.

"I'm not putting clothes on. We can just go through the driver thru." He said, grabbing his keys. No shoes or anything. Just one bare foot padding along the carpet.

"Well, at least wrap yourself in this blanket, jeez." You roll your eyes playfully as you both head for the front door. You tossed him the blanket that was used as your own personal, safe haven. "You trying to get arrested?"

"Wouldn't be my first time." He joked, throwing the blanket around himself and heading out the door.

Eddie kept his promise to you that day. He did eventually doze off on the couch with you. It's not entirely his fault, though he made the mistake of laying his head in your lap after breakfast. Your hands scratch his back, and playing with his hair always made him relax. If there was ever a moment you wanted him to sleep, that was all you had to do, really. He'd instantly melt in your hands.

You stayed up, finishing off the rest of Greys Anatomy with Eddie softly snoring. You didn't sleep, and you weren't counting on it. Maybe you will tonight? Doesn't matter it comes in patterns for you. You know what to expect when this happens.

You're just happy you won't have to deal with it alone anymore. Whether you liked it or not. Eddie was going to be by your side helping you through it. No matter how much you argued that he shouldn't. He was stubborn, and once his mind was made up, that was it.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x you

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rustedhearts · 1 year

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love bites (boxer!steve x librarian!fem reader)

summary: you and steve are up to no good at another munson party.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

♡ the king of the ring ♡

the rockstar eddie setlist by @carolmunson

tags: alcohol, biting!! this is a fic literally about biting!!, general horniness, blood (it gets briefly freaky), smut!

eddie munson’s rocker pad, california july 1991

The thick, humid air of Eddie Munson's living room (in the east wing, not to be confused with the others) reeked of smoke, sweat, and liquor. The black leather cushions, though tainted and creased beneath your bodies, became a place to rest when schmoozing with the models and rockstars became exhausting to yourself and Steve. When you came to a Munson fest (Munson ft Rink, though at this point they were one in the same), you always scampered off with Stella to meet her beautiful, long-legged friends and sneak expensive snacks from trays. She was always the first to hand you a sweet, tingly drink, and after a brief glance around to make sure Steve wasn't looking, you knocked them back like water.

But Steve always knew just what you were up to with your friend when you came back like this—glossy-eyed, swollen-lipped, cheeks flushed and a little bleary. You fawned over him, clingy and tooth-achingly sweet. It was hard for Steve to get upset with you when you pooled into him like putty; when you had your head in his lap like you did right now, blinking up at him with labored breath as he ashed a Marlboro into a steel tray on the arm of the sofa.

You had the sofa to yourselves, half-clothed bodies rotating leisurely around you. With your legs sprawled out across the cushions, you left no room for visitors—not to mention, Steve glared at anyone heading your way. Even in a room full of people, Steve only wanted to be with you.

"You look so handsome when you smoke like that," you mused, tone slicked with arousal. Something about alcohol roused you into a sweaty, mewling mess.

"Do I?" Steve grumbled mindlessly, cigarette returning to his lips for another drag.

You nodded dazedly, reaching up to skate your fingers along his jaw where stubbled collected. The musky smoke of his cigarette crawled from his mouth in a grey, misty cloud. You watched it dissipate into the air in awe, nails skating down his throat. He swallowed beneath your touch, feigning nonchalance. He cupped his hand against the swell of your thigh, caressing the bare skin with his scratchy palm. You struggled to swallow a shiver, thighs rubbing together in your little silver dress. Your heels were slipping off where they nudged against the opposite arm of the sofa.

"Mhm. I think it's hot."

Steve chuckled, shoulders bobbing beneath the brown leather of his jacket. You slipped a hand beneath the material, running your palm over his firm pec. You wished he'd take the jacket off—you wanted so desperately to see those broad shoulders. The sheer size of him above you made your stomach throb with want.

Steve moved his hand from your thigh to your cheek, cradling it with a firm touch. His thumb rubbed into your cheekbone, but you frowned when he ignored your comment, giving his jacket a tug.

He ashed his cigarette again, humming. "I think you're drunk."

You rolled your eyes, grateful you were lying down while you did. "I'm not drunk. I'm tipsy, Harrington."

The cigarette paused on its ascent toward Steve's mouth, the latter turning to tip his chin down and squint at you. His lips pursed with distaste, hand a little more solid against your cheek.

"And mouthy," he droned.

You snorted, fluttering your feet. Steve propped his elbow on the arm of the couch, pulling a drag from the cigarette between his fingers.

"You love it," you chirped back, grinning slyly.

Steve said nothing, unimpressed with your liquored attitude. Sometimes, liquor made you pouty—other times, it made you snarky. Steve wasn't sure which he preferred. Right now, with your head pressing into his thick, denim thigh, big, shimmering eyes blinking up at him (glasses abandoned at home), there were other things on his mind.

The music shifted in the room, something heavy on the bass and drums, low register and quintessential rock and roll—and for fuck's sake, you were horny.

"You know what we should do?" you practically purred, playing with the shimmers on your dress.

"What?" Steve mumbled around his cigarette, puffing out more smoke.

Tongue sliding over your teeth, your lips coiled into a mischievous grin. "Play bitey."

Steve sucked a breath through his teeth, seemingly uncaring but suddenly flushed pink in the cheeks. You waited, toes tapping together in your shiny new heels, rubbing your thighs together again. The music thumped through the floor below you. People chattered and giggled, filtered in and out of the room. Steve glanced at the masses of them, gazing toward the doorway where white light gave way to your friends in the entryway. Eddie and Stella, clinging to each other and half-drunk (shockingly sober on Eddie's part), were an earshot and a few feet away.

Only one of you seemed to care.

"Angel," Steve huffed, head shaking. "C'mon—"

"—what?" you squawked, shuffling to prop yourself up on your elbows and tip your head back at Steve. He tried not to stir at the way your neck bared in this position.

"It's...we're in public, baby."

You threw your head back with a groan. "Ugh, so what? What, are you scared?"

Steve cocked his head at you, slow and steady, stare ominously blank. "What d' you just say?"

Normally, you'd grow bashful at that grumbling tone. But the bubbly had you all turned around, and even though Eddie and Stella were slinking into the room to greet more of their guests, you were determined.

"You heard me. Are you scared, Harrington? Scared I'll embarrass you in front of our friends?"

Steve blinked. For a moment, you just stared. Steady, unwavering eye contact that seemed impenetrable. And then Steve stamped out his cigarette, setting the ashtray on the end table beside him. You readied to sit up, but his callused hands snatched at your biceps, using a tight grip on your limbs to hoist you into his lap. He yanked down your dress where it bunched at your hips, hands splaying across the globes of your ass to pull you as close as you could get. Your grin grew breathless and satisfied.

"You wanna play bitey, baby?" he practically growled.

You nodded, pulling a handprint-splotched arm to sit in front of Steve's mouth, forearm bared. "If you think you can handle it, baby."

Steve's mouth split into a grin, pearly white incisors suddenly a piercingly sharp sight. He sat up, shaking loose from the stiff leather confines of his sweaty jacket. He whipped it toward the other end of the couch, leaving you to stare at his broad shoulders and arms, straining in a tiny black t-shirt.

A chuckle hummed from his chest pressed against yours, and then his arm was just beneath your chin in line with yours: forearm bared. He eased back into the cushions again, spare hand resting on your ass.

"Ready, angel?"

You tipped your mouth toward his arm, eyes glinting. "Ready, champ."

Another laugh tumbled from his mouth, cocky and sharp, head shaking as he approached your arm with an open mouth. "1...2..."

The first chomp was always light. Teeth barely scraping the hairy surface of his warm flesh. A gentle pressure, almost nice. But when your eyes locked, shooting challenging daggers through lashes, you deepened the bite. Steve followed suit, delivering a jolt in your chest. The pain, though just a sting, stirred your insides.

You increased the pressure, closed your jaw a little more. Steve pulled you closer to his chest with the hand on your ass, fingers digging into the sequins of your dress. His arm muffled your yelp when he matched your bite.

Like a pair of dogs with a bone, you sat on the sofa in the middle of the room and gnawed on each other like no one else was home. Except the room was full, and your friends were standing on the other side of the couch, slack-jawed and furrow-browed.

"Okay, so...what am I lookin' at?"

"I don't...know. But...is it just me or is it kinda hot?"

Eddie tossed a bewildered look toward his girlfriend, who continued to nurse the drink in her hand, steadily fixated on the pair of you sinking your teeth into each other on the sofa. Cheeks a little warm, lip captured between her teeth, Stella seemed to be enjoying this more than Eddie thought.

On the couch, pain pulsed through your arm with a numbing thrum. Steve’s eyes crinkled in the cutest way when he scrunched his nose. You were sure to draw blood. You steadied yourself on his biceps, nails digging in, and Steve felt like he could bust in his pants. It had been a while since you played bitey, and in fact, you’d never played it outside the bedroom. But there was something enticing about the way you straddled his lap and lapped at the chunk of his skin between your teeth.

A metallic taste filled your mouth, blood drawn collecting on the edge of your tongue. You pulled away first, but only to lick away the crimson liquid boiling over in the ridged tooth-mark indentations on Steve’s forearm. He released you just the same, breath shallowing as your tongue made a circle around his throbbing wound.

“I win,” Steve remarked lowly, unable to pry his hooded eyes away from your red stained lips.

You pressed a gentle kiss to the shape of your mouth on his skin. “Good job, baby.” Cradling his arm, you blinked up at him with a doe-eyed gaze. “You wanna collect your prize?”

Steve hauled you into the air, legs wrapping instinctually around his waist. “Fuck yeah, I do. Let’s go.”

You circled your arms around his neck and latched onto the spot below his ear, giggling as Steve balanced you in one arm and used the other to collect his jacket. The room fell away in whoosh behind you, air whipping against your bare arms as Steve rushed the door.

Meanwhile, Eddie and Stella waved a futile goodbye as the pair of you disappeared through the door.

“There they go,” Eddie snickered. “Fuckin’ freaks.”

Silence swelled between the rockstar and his starlet. Stella eased into his side, fingers hooking into his belt loops. Eddie looked down at her, meeting her waiting eyes.

It only took a moment of staring for Eddie to bob his head excitedly and loop his arm around her shoulders. “Yeah, let’s take this party upstairs.”

"Way ahead of you."

♡ ♡

"Fuck, fuck—shit!"

Steve had you on your tummy, drooling into the sheets, ass hoisted high. It rippled with every eager pummel of Steve's hips, painted with splotchy handprints from Steve's sudden and animalistic excitement. You'd barely even made it to the bedroom before he had you naked, your mutual bite wounds still throbbing like pulse points. He had his hand shoved between your thighs the entire ride home, and your puffy clit was already sensitive and abused by the time you fell face first into the bed.

"Foul fuckin' mouth, baby," Steve grunted, hot breath cupping your ear.

You could only whine, gripping at the sheets with weak fingers. Your thighs trembled and your eyes watered, but it wasn't enough. Steve quivered with need, abs clenched tight. He slipped his hand between your stomach and the mattress, gliding it to rest against your sternum and pull you up. You eased into him, sticky skin clinging like Velcro to his chest. He slowly slid his arm to trap your body against him, pressed across your shoulders and collarbone like a seatbelt.

"Do it, baby," he murmured against your neck, teeth scraping the slick skin.

Gasping for air and struggling to find balance, you dropped your head down until your chin met his forearm. The shape of your teeth started to purple where blood pooled beneath the skin. You covered the wound with the hot dampness of your open mouth once more. Teeth sinking, tongue lying flat against salty skin. Steve's canines pierced the tender, veined meat where your shoulder met your neck with careful precision. You clamped down harder on him with a shriek.

Arms caged around you like ironclad restraints, Steve humped so slow and deep you felt like you could pass out. Stirring around, unnervingly meticulous. Waves of nausea overwhelmed you.

And then the room burst into flashes of white, and your own shrill scream popped your ears. The skin of your neck split, releasing metallic warmth across Steve's tongue. Muscles stretched and worn, he eased you back down to writhe against the bed, splattered like roadkill across the sticky sheets. Still buried deep inside you, pulsing milky spend gently in and out, Steve draped his tired body across your back.

It was his turn to lap at your bleeding wound, pressing kisses to the burning shape of his teeth. He smiled lazily at the swollen sight.

"Hmm," he purred, scraping it with his teeth to make you shiver. "Hope it bruises pretty for me."

♡ ♡

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stargirlly · 4 months

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my random donatello headcanons. . !

── he's awkward in nature, but that doesn't stop donatello from calling you fascinating. the touch of your fingertips tracing the creases of his hands as he rambles on about your differences and familiarities. embarrassed, donatello stops his mumblings if he realizes what he's saying

── when donatello has feelings for someone, he might just be...softer, partially because he's confused about what he's feeling. he doesn't really want to feel it either. he might isolate himself more so it goes away. it however, doesn't.

── two words. parallel play. sitting together in the same room doing your own tasks. donatello at his desk as you do your own enjoyments beside him. some days it's a comfortable silence, other times you'll ramble, he likes to hear idle chatter. he might not know what you're talking about, but he loves the noise.

── donatello likes the way your heart beats against your chest. it’s never the same every time he lays his head on your chest, but there’s the same sense of relief he gets from it.

── donatello gets easily irritated/overstimulated by strong, bad smells. even with the ones he doesn’t actively dislike, he’s very picky with the scents he does like. however, one particular night while you were looking over his shoulder, he caught a grasp of your scent. whether you prefer the flowery kisses of roses and fresh cut daisies, or the earthy tone of left over raindrops on blades of grass. he found that it was a... pleasant surprise.

── future!donatello smells like cigarettes and metal rust—but in the smoke and sterile way. he'd try to cover it with eucalyptus. when he stresses out, he turns to cigarettes. he tends to wallow in his own sleepless pity.

── yandere!donatello who's mind had gone blank. his heart pounding within the bony confines of his chest, unable to move as your laugh replayed in his head multiple times. and what a scary feeling, terrifying to experience something so.. conflicting. his heart aches, but it feels good. he wants—no needs to know why?

── yandere!donatello likes to experiment on you. mentally, physically. you're so fascinating. your biology is different. desires are different. needs are different. there are many ways to make someone delirious, and he intends to explore each and every one.

── donatello listens to weird al yankovic because i said so.

── donatello likes someone who will understand his boundaries. he likes someone who listens. he likes it when someone seems interested in him or what he's talking about. donatello likes someone who will be quiet with him.

── i can definitely see donatello as a gray ace. (i mean he's purple he's literally asexual core/hj) i do project a bit of myself onto him in having anxieties about other people and myself that's stopping me from getting in relationships. "i'm busy. i have other things to do. i don't need to worry about it." and while true, that doesn't mean it's not nice. it's him using his hobbies and work as an excuse to not be with people even though, deep down, i think he wants it.

── donatello says he prefers his coffee black, but he enjoys it with creamer. french vanilla baby! something to keep in mind for the early mornings, the quiet yet comfortable silence of the fresh day as you press the palm of your hand on his shoulder or between his shoulder blades for a second as you set down a coffee you made for him. it's a small gesture, but it's domestic. it's sweet, he appreciates it.

── donatello really loves the little things because it feels mundane and human to him.

donatello prefers black teas. april introduced him to a strong one with cane sugar and mint once. but he also likes pure green tea, lemon with ginger, and a special rose-strawberry tea on the occasion. but it has to be a subtle taste, not to sweet, spicy or heavy.

── donatello likes all sorts of dumplings and is not a fan of overly sweet food + most desserts.

── donatello would be willing to watch greys anatomy with you because he's a bitch and likes to point out inaccuracies which is hilarious coming from some bitch who doesn't have a medical license. however he does have respects for dr. gregory house, so he's decent enough when watching house.

── donatello's favorite body part of yours? "whichever parts are the farthest away from me, thank you." your hands. your palms which press against his plastron, your fingertips that send shudders down his spine when you trace over his shell. every crevice, every knuckle, every detail. need i say more?

#giggling and twirling my hair. i just love projecting my autistic tendencies on donnie<3 #rise!donnie #rottmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello x reader #donatello headcanons #donatello hamato x reader

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some of my six of crows modern headcanons xx

nina and inej are taylor swift and phoebe bridgers best friends

inej is vegan and i will not be explaining myself

matthias’ snapchat username is matthiashelvqr but jesper’s is animal_loverjes123 because he made it when he was nine

wylan is scared of planes but not helicopters

jesper is scared of helicopters but not planes

nina and inej listened to midnights together when it was first released

jesper got matthias into star wars

jesper loves the prequels and clone wars, matthias prefers the original trilogy and rogue one

both nina and jespers first bi panic was watching pirates of the caribbean

kaz has a secret fear of escalators so he always takes the stairs even though it actively causes him more pain

kaz and wylan watch criminal minds together in silence, but they both say the line about tracy lambert together

matthias falls asleep to animal documentaries narrated by david attenborough

inej jesper and nina are big greys anatomy fans

wylan’s first crush was teenage simba

matthias plays rugby

they have a book club (audiobook for wylan)

they read the acotar series and all had vastly different opinions

nina was an avid zoella watcher

kaz doesnt pay for any streaming services but has all of them anyway, jesper also doesn’t pay but uses everyone elses

matthias pays for the netflix account though

him and nina share one profile and everyone else has their own profile

nina cried when they took new girl off netflix

kaz says he prefers dc over marvel just to cause conflict

jesper read percy jackson growing up and still has the same battered copies he read as a kid in his room no matter where he lives

nina was a harry potter reading child and also still has her original copies of the books

HARRY POTTER REWATCH MOVIE NIGHTS!!!!

wylan is a secret marauders stan

nina jesper inej and wylan are all marauders era fans but wylan is soooo much worse

wesper = wolfstar

jesper’s favourite movie is the breakfast club

kaz says his favourite movie is fight club but it’s actually fantastic mr fox

kaz follows six people on instagram: inej and all the members of one direction

he does that to piss the others off

jesper went viral on tik tok one time

matthias loves oasis (both the band and the drink)

nina fought for eras tour tickets and managed to get them all tickets

kaz is going as reputation (his usual attire) jesper as lover, wylan as evermore, inej as speak now (she got the speak now dress), matthias as debut (they got him a cowboy hat) and nina as red.

matthias secretly cried over the how to train your dragon ending

matthias and inej read a lot of classics and share their collection, they both annotate the books as well and enjoy seeing what the other has written

kaz has a do not disturb sign on his bedroom door like in a hotel and puts it on the door handle even when he’s not in there

kaz is weirdly good with technology

jesper collects mugs

kaz and inej steal pint glasses from pubs

when inej and nina listened nothing new on red(tv) they lost their minds

kaz loves boygenius

matthias and wylan love modern family, wylan’s favourite character is gloria and matthias’ is jay

jesper loves formula 1 and its the only sport he’ll watch

nina and matthias play animal crossing together

kaz terrors jesper on terraria

when they play minecraft functionally, inej is the builder, jesper is the farmer, matthias and wylan mine, kaz has netherite armour in like half an hour and nina collects flowers and tames animals

when they play minecraft disfunctionally they just blow shit up

kaz plays the guitar

inej DEVOURED the cruel prince series

zoya and genya are nina’s foster/adoptive sisters

wylan is scared of clowns and is like that one episode of new girl when nick has to go into the haunted house

whenever jesper does something stupid or doesnt do something or whatever he says ‘#yolo’ and moves on and it drives kaz insane

jesper has muggies of everyone

inej takes 0.5 pictures of everyone when theyre sleeping without them knowing

matthias loves the hunger games series

kaz regularly predicts major global events

wylan loves breaking bad

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