#chicago red stars imagine

[alotofpockets]

Alyssa Naeher Appreciation

woso appreciation masterlist | with @totaly-obsessed

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[knight-16]

She looks so good!

#alyssa naeher #imago imagine #chicago red stars

[grapefruit-personified]

Hello everyone, sorry I have been so quiet recently, it is the last two weeks of my semester and between work and school, I have been super busy. I do need to ask however if y'all would like to please assist me in my final paper for my Cultural Anthropology class. Below you will find a link to a Google survey, it is completely anonymous and most questions are optional. The survey is on fan experience between the NWSL and WSL as well as women's sports fan spaces versus men's. I would really appreciate it if some of y'all could fill it out to the best of your ability to help me collect some supporting data. Thank you all for taking the time and I hope to be back with my normal content soon.

Again thank you so much for taking the time to read this and possibly filling out the survey above.

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[izzylovesyou2022]

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[omegalomania]

FIRST NIGHT OF TOURDUST AT WRIGLEY

im writing down all the stuff that i remember so i dont forget!! obviously the big ones were GINASFS LIVE?? HELLO??? i was very unspoiled for the setlist so every song was a huge shock

tai as openers got a hUGE response. and it was great!!! im thrilled to report that bilvy is still a whore <3 he was playing submission games with mike and sisky the whole set, did snakes on a plane, doing high kicks and draping himself all over his bandmates as god intended

i mean it probably goes without saying but i need to shoutout the set design for this tour. oh my god it was SO beautiful. there were no big screens behind them, instead there was a big round screen mounted over the stage and it would play funky videos during all the songs. one half of the stage was this gorgeous blue wrought-iron looking thing with stars and monsters and a clock. the other side was glowing gold, so it was like a night/day dichotomy

there were big red curtains behind the guys and they would sweep shut for a few songs and when they opened again there'd be a new setpiece behind them. like a physical setpiece!! the first one was an anchor, the second was A MOVING DOGGIE HEAD, the third was a huge tree with owl eyes. they were fucking gorgeous

the pink seashell monologue played w/o any instrumentals before love from the other side kicked in

joe has a new guitar! it's like...green and super detailed, it's seriously so fucking fancy i need hq pictures of that thing stat

joe vocals were SUPER LOUD AND PROMINENT my god it was a blessing

patrick was KILLING it the whole concert. i was floored. fob songs are NOT EASY TO SING esp love from the other side but he was impeccable pretty much the whole night

he did fumble the lyrics to centuries tho dlfdjkjf looked like something was up with his soundboard around that time

they hit us with a triple-punch of chicago is so two years ago, calm before the storm, and then where is your boy, all in a row. patrick talked a little bit before where is your boy to be like "yeah so this was forever ago...i was jogging..." and pete chimes in "imagine us jogging"

patrick also talked a bit before they rolled the piano out. he was like "hi guys!! :)" and talked about how the set design was all pete's idea and it was super fucking fancy and he was floored by it. he said that pete suggested he play piano and then was like "ugh i dunno im not GREAT at that" (you fucking liar) and then that led up to the medley that closed with don't stop believing and the rest of the band joined in and AGHHH

i was not prepared to hear headfirst slide and disloyal order in the same night.

i was not prepared to hear HEAVEN IOWA that night. of all the stardust songs i did NOT EXPECT THAT ONE

for those who were involved in the stardust project, it went off really well the first night! i got my pink seashell and during fake out i looked behind me and the whole stadium was lit up pink! after it was over, pete was like "wow that looked amazing guys" so the band definitely noticed!

pete did the baby annihilation monologue live! he seemed kind of nervous he had his hoodie pulled up and everything but he delivered it very different from the studio version and when it was over he pulled a big black curtain over himself and then disappeared when it fell

save rock and roll live is always a treat but my god when the camera pulled back and i saw that all four members of fall out boy were smiling while they sang OH NOOO WE WON'T GO. my god. my heart.

they did not do a proper encore because they didnt want to tread into curfew, so we did not get a picture with them

OKAY THATS ALL I CAN REMEMBER FOR NOW. ILL ADD TO THIS IF I REMEMBER ANYTHING ELSE <3 THIS WAS A STELLAR START THANK YOU FALL OUT BOY I LOVE YOU FALL OUT BOY

#fall out boy #fob #tourdust #tourdust spoilers #*making poasts #very worth flying to chicago for this <3

[myosotisa]

It's been a long year - e.m.

Eddie Munson x Reader

ǁ  tags: angst, hurt no comfort. major character death. everybody dies. its just sad. its really just so fucking sad and thats it. gender neutral reader, no pronouns used, no y/n. canon compliant. honestly? dont read it. i just wanted to cry for 30 minutes straight.

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It wasn’t supposed to go this way.

1986. It was supposed to be the year. The year you both got out. The year to end all years.

You and Eddie were going to go to prom underdressed and over intoxicated. Spike the punch bowl. Maybe try to steal the crowns from the King and Queen.

You were going to graduate – walk across that stage and wait at the other side while he gave the entire crowd the bird, maybe gave Mrs. O’Donnell a big wet kiss on the cheek just for the fuck of it. Hold his hand while the two of you ran off like Bonnie and Clyde to whatever your next adventure held.

You were going to pack up in his van and just go. Take his savings from dealing and yours from slinging coffee, give Wayne the tightest hug imaginable and a promise to call, get in the passenger seat, roll the windows down, blast the escape mixtape, and kiss buttfuck Hawkins, Indiana goodbye.

Maybe end up in Indianapolis. Maybe Chicago. Maybe further. Hell, you’d take that stupid van to California if you could. You’d spend a weekend making it watertight and buoyant if you thought you could take it across the ocean. It didn’t matter, not at all. Not as long as you were hand in hand with Eddie Munson wherever you ended up.

To be fair, maybe you should’ve been more specific in your wishes. Maybe you should’ve clarified to whoever was listening that when you promised to love each other to the end of the line, through everywhere and everything, that you had planned for it to be a long time. Planned for it to be a lifetime of adventures together.

That was always the plan. Written in promises on the palms of your hands and then collapsed together, letting the sweat and tears smudge the pen into a pool of ink on your intertwined fingers. A promise made in blood and sacrifice and in sickness and in health and in breaking the law and in dinner with Wayne on Sundays and in stolen kisses and in lost virginities and in first and only loves.

It was always ‘you and me against the world’. Spoken to the stars above Lovers Lake and the faded glow in the dark stars above his bed and the dark screen at the drive in theater and the back of his throne at Hellfire and into the carving of your initials in his locker. ‘Til death do you part.

Maybe this was the cruel joke of a cruel god who heard ‘you and me against the world, til death do you part’ and thought, “I can make that happen.” Malicious compliance to the promise the two of you had written on your skin in sharpie like it would last a lifetime. 

Because it’s true. Laying on the grey floor of an alternate dimension, hand in hand with the love of your life – it's you and him. Growing cold, rapidly losing blood and feeling, pain fading away into near nothing. Just your hand in his.

It's choked, feeling like you're drowning in your own blood as you stare up at the darkened sky, you ask, “Hey Ed?”

His fingers move in your hand, the best answer he can offer. He’d taken the brunt of the attack at first, trying to protect you. Part of you wants to look over at him, just one more time. But you can’t even turn your head. Can’t do anything but stare at the sky that isn’t yours and watch it sometimes flash red like the blood pouring from your body. And maybe it's better that way. You can remember him in your mind, behind your closing eyes. Happy, smiling, shirtless in bed, a face smeared with mashed potatoes, and a ring of yours on a chain around his neck that you’d traded for his guitar pick.

You do wish you could hear his voice one last time though. Maybe he wishes that too.

“I think I–” a cough, a gasping breath that feels like knives and fire, a whimper of pain. “I think this settles it. I… I don’t think we would have survived in a horror movie.”

And he makes a noise, his hand lightly gripping yours again before going almost limp in your grasp. You know he’s slipping faster than you. You tell yourself the noise was a laugh. That you could make a shitty joke at the end of the world and he would appreciate it. That it was the right thing to say.

And even though it probably doesn't change anything. Even though it hurts so fucking much. Even if you don't actually know if he can still hear you anymore. You just have to say it one more time.

“I– I love you, Eddie Munson. ‘Til the end of the line.”

I wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat. ‘Til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours.

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thanks for reading. sorry.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson hurt no comfort #eddie munson image #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson blurbs #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #myos ideas #myo4munson #Spotify

[natrogersfics]

Secret Love Song - Chapter 1: Immediate Attention

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

The sun is already sitting low on the horizon, painting her office in interpolating hues of orange and violet, by the time Natasha dials in for her final meeting of the day. The blueprint for Red Guardian’s upcoming project in Chicago is projected on the screen before her, but as Carol Danvers, their Head of Development, walks her though it, she finds herself only half listening as the exhaustion of the week begins to settle in.

Her week had begun with a five-alarm fire that came in the form of an emergency board meeting. The success of the Red Room in Las Vegas and the recent revamping of their Monaco property had sent their stock price soaring for the first time in years, and it’s a trend she knew the board was highly keen to see continue. She had walked into that conference room completely prepared to fight whatever unrealistic target number they were about to throw her way, only to discover that their task for her would be much more difficult than she'd imagined. The moment Eleanor had strewn a copy of the morning’s front page of the New York Star on the conference table, chronicling in bold font every sordid detail of her brother’s latest alcohol-fueled night out, it became clear to her that her entire week had gone to hell.

Why the board thought she had any control over John’s actions, she hadn’t a clue. If anything, she knows that whatever pleas she had made to him to exercise discretion would not only fall on deaf ears, but also just incentivize him to make his next outing more scandalous than the last. But while her brother’s belligerence sat atop of her list of problems this week, it certainly wasn’t the only item – such is the case when the entire future of the company laid squarely on her shoulders.

“The building permits are expected to be issued by the Fall,” Carol says. “From there, so long as the materials…”

As Carol continues to delve into the project’s next steps, the sound of her door creaking open causes her to shift her eyes away from the screen to see Steve stepping inside her office. Instantly, a zing of excitement rushes through her, and if not for the years of experience she has with sitting through mundane meetings, she might have just leapt out of her seat. It’s the first time she’s seen him since contract negotiations began with another client of his, and she reckons that his absence is another reason why her days have only seemed to drag on. But as he stands by the threshold of the room now, looking ever delectable in dark jeans and that leather jacket of his, she notes the uncanny way the tension that’s been billowing between her shoulder blades has seemingly evaporated.

“Carol,” she says, prompting her colleague to pause. “Do you mind if we pick this back up tomorrow? Something just came up that requires my immediate attention.”

“Of course,” Carol says. “I’ll have a copy of the blueprint along with some notes in your inbox shortly.”

She nods into the camera. “Thanks, Carol.”

The second Carol ends the call, she looks toward Steve to find him smirking. “Immediate attention, huh?”

“Practically mission critical,” she says as she stands from her seat. With lengthened strides, she closes the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. The familiar scent of his cologne surrounds her then, and she hurriedly rises on the tips of her toes so her lips can finally meet his.

Much to her delight, Steve does not waste time, matching her urgency and deepening their kiss. He bends down, and when he lifts her to him as though she weighs nothing, walking them towards the couch, she can’t help but let out a gasp. She’s lost count of the number of times he’s used his considerable strength to pull her close or hold her down so he could wring out every bit of pleasure from her, but even so, she doesn’t think the little thrill that rushes through her veins every time he does will ever cease.

“Hi,” he says when they finally settle down against the cushions, her knees on either side of his as she straddles his lap.

“Hi,” she echoes, her voice barely above a whisper as her lips curl up to mirror the lopsided smile on his. His eyes are so brightly blue and oceanic as he stares up at her that she can’t help but momentarily lose herself in them, every predicament on her plate this week seemingly fading into the background.

It’s when she brings a hand up to cup his face, her thumb running across the stubble on his jawline that he lets out a sigh. “I missed you,” he says, and she bites her lip at his admission, feeling not unlike some schoolgirl with a crush with the way his words elicit butterflies in her stomach. “I hate being away from you.”

“Luckily, there’s a solution for that,” she says even as the flutters in her belly intensify. He arches a brow up at her in question, and she gestures for him to come closer. “You could stop leaving me.”

He throws his head back as he chuckles. “Yeah, I’m sure my other client can definitely fend for himself.”

“So long as he keeps his snarky comments to himself,” she says, and they both share a laugh. “And for what it’s worth, I hated that you were away from me, too.”

“Yeah?”

She hums in confirmation. “I was terribly bored.”

“Bored, huh,” he says, his lips twitching in amusement when she nods. “Well, we can’t have that.” His hands find her waist, and he pulls her closer until their noses are practically touching. “Surely, you’ll let me make it up to you.”

She cards her fingers through his hair. “I could be convinced.”

That’s all the invitation he needs to capture her lips in his again, and the mere taste of him – minty fresh and so uniquely him – causes her to sigh. The kiss is nothing short of consuming, and as the pent-up longing for him that she’s been trying to keep at bay all week suddenly roars back to life, she allows her eyes to fall shut, savoring each warm press of his mouth against her skin as his lips trail down her jaw and then lower still.

His fingers begin working on the buttons of her blouse, only to pause once he makes it halfway through. He pulls away, and she nearly whines at the loss of contact.

“What’s wrong?” she manages to breath out, her eyes shooting open. He doesn’t respond, and when she follows his gaze, she finds him staring at the stack of necklaces that was concealed underneath her button-up. “Oh,” she says, her teeth bothering her lower lip once more. “You forgot it on the nightstand.”

He reaches for the rectangle of his dog tag that’s hanging low against her sternum. “You’ve been wearing this?”

“I haven’t taken it off since you left,” she confesses, finding it difficult to read the expression that paints his face. “I liked having a piece of you while you were away.” It sounded absurd, but something about having this token of his helped her power through the week, giving her that little boost of bravado to deal with the onslaught of problems even when her will was running low. “I know it’s personal…” She shakes her head as she reaches behind her. “I should’ve asked-”

His hand catches hers before it can reach the chain, and when she meets his eyes, she finds that they’ve darkened around the edges. “No, you shouldn’t have,” he says. “Keep it.”

She couldn’t stop the smile from forming on her lips if she tried. “Really?”

His response is to pull her in for another dizzying kiss. “It looks better on you,” he says, and this time, the desire that’s burning hotly in his eyes is impossible to miss. “It belongs on you.”

Read the rest of the So It Goes... 'verse here

#Romanogers #Secret Love Song #So It Goes #Bodyguard AU #Steve Rogers #Natasha Romanoff

[behoright]

beside you, somehow (love countdown series) l a. svechnikov

but you've got stars in your eyes / and I've got something missing tonight

summary: part 7 ! our smitten besties travel to Chicago for the first stop of the roadie!

wordcount: 4.6k

song: what a feeling - one direction because I know so many of you are former 1D girlies

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff. soft andrei being in loooooove and confused. mentions of sex and just him being a horny mess.

a/n: I don’t love this chapter. ugh. in better news, I'm super excited for the next one..... tell me what you guys think always!

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Andrei’s eyes opened at the feeling of the light seeping through the window. He ran his fingers slowly on the bed, feeling the now empty spot next to him.

Did he dream last night? Did you leave? Did he scare you off? 

All of his worries were interrupted by the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen. He thought if he walked out and he saw you cooking, he didn’t think he could have repressed his feelings for you anymore. After last night, he felt like he was floating. Completely in love with you. 

Rubbing his eyes, he noticed your suitcase, opened in the room. A bra left neatly folded on top of your clothes. It looked like the same one he caught a glimpse of the day before. 

Great. It was like the universe was playing tricks on him.

As much as he wanted to spring out of bed and go find you, he was once again, faced with a tent in his pants. He laid back on the mattress again, all of the memories flooding his head again. The game, the dinner, the tickling. And his dream. The dream of you bouncing up and down on his cock, with your head thrown back. He couldn’t shake the feeling of it. 

Well, all this was definitely not helping his situation. 

Sighing, he sat up and looked at the closed door, before swiftly tucking his hard cock under the elastic waistband of his sweats. This was going to have to do until he had a chance of hopping in the shower to have some alone time.

When he walked out, Andrei studied you for a few seconds before you realized his presence. Seeing you in his kitchen, making breakfast and dancing along to your own tune, made his heart flutter. He imagined for a second what it would be like to see this every day. To have the capacity of simply wrapping his arms around you every morning, being able to bend you over his kitchen island if he wanted to. To not wake up alone, but especially, to wake up next to you.

“Good morning” he walked up to you, hands in his pockets, hoping his arousal wasn’t showing through.

“Oh! You scared me!” you said, clutching your chest.

Andrei laughed as he got closer.  You looked so beautiful at that moment, with your bedhead and wearing a big shirt that barely covered your ass. 

Fuck it, he thought. 

He let his hand slip around your waist, the other one finding its way in your hair, placing your head on his chest. 

“You okay?” he asked quietly. 

“Mm-hmm.” you wrapped your hands around him and rubbed his back, relishing in his warmth. The tips of your nails running up and down his back make him melt more into you.

“Yeah? Did you sleep well?” 

Andrei discreetly inhaled your scent, positioning his nose at the top of your head. He felt so good that he almost planted a kiss there. 

And he really, really hoped you couldn’t feel how hard he was under the band of his sweatpants.

“Thank you for moving me to the bed.” you looked up at him, your bodies still in embrace. There was no way he was letting go of your head. Your eyes are bright, deeply locked with his.

“You remember?” 

Andrei was trying his hardest not to caress your soft hair. 

“A little bit. I remember asking you to stay.” your face flushed.

“You did ask me that, didn’t you?” Andrei raised his eyebrows at you, face just as red as yours.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or anything like that. I-”

“Hey. It’s okay. I don’t mind it.” he said. 

“You sure?”

“I love to spend time with you, Y/N.”

Andrei’s gaze locked on your lips. You were still fixated on him. He didn’t know if this was the right moment. He could have tried it but, perhaps ruining a friendship the day they were leaving for a trip wasn’t the right move. But then, the way you were staring at him, studying his face, with your bottom lip tucked tightly in your mouth. Your body felt so small in his hands, so soft and warm, and Andrei didn’t want to let go. He looked at you, intensely; maybe, just one kiss, to see ho-

“Oh god, it’s burning!” 

Just like that, your body was ripped away from him, right as the smell of burning food overwhelmed his senses. You laughed, moving the pan with some very well done french toast away from the flame. 

“Are you trying to set my house on fire?” Andrei joked around, doing his best at hiding how flustered he was after the moment you just had together.

“Sorry!” you covered your face. “You distracted me, you know?” 

“And how exactly did I do that?” he teased.

“Seriously?”

His arms wrapped around you once more, now brave enough to kiss your forehead. 

“Just a little longer before we have to get ready to go.” he said, turning his cheek onto the top of your head again, as your bodies were fully touching. “Just a bit longer.”

Best friends don’t do this. But after all, I don’t want her as a friend, he thought.

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“How long is our flight, Drei?”

More than half of the team was waiting in line at Chipotle. Ever since you got to the airport, Andrei made sure to keep a close eye on you to make sure you were comfortable. 

“About 2 hours. Chicago is not too far.” he answered with a smile. 

Andrei swore you were making the eyes at him a little bit extra since last night. That, or he was feeling much more confident with all of this. Either way, he’d take it. He had never felt so warm, and relaxed on a team roadie before.

You looked so soft and cozy in your white loungewear, opting for something more comfortable than the team, who always dressed to the nines for travel. Andrei dreamed about spending a Saturday off with you, lounging and cuddling on the couch. Maybe even fucking the whole day, the sun peering through his curtains to show off your naked curves under him.

Just the thought of it gave him an uncontrollable impulse to grab your face and make you his already. 

Yeah. Maybe a chain restaurant wasn’t the right place to do that for the first time either.

He just simply couldn’t stop staring at you, even when you were doing something so banal as ordering your food. 

He loved how kindly you treated everyone - he realized he had never appreciated how gentle you were with everyone you met, unlike his entitled “I’m dating an NHL player” exes. 

Before you could get your card too close to the chip reader, Andrei finished his order and swooped close to you. 

Another bold move, he thought, but maybe not really, considering you just slept together in the same bed not that long ago. 

He quickly got behind you, one hand delicately placed on the small of your back, while the other tapped his card on the reader. 

“Hey! What are you doing, crazy?”

Your faces were dangerously close as you looked at him, smirking.

“You’re on a team trip. I am not going to make you pay for anything, Y/N.”

“I know, I know, but it’s just some food, Drei! I have money, you know.” you raised your eyebrows at him, his face still peering over your shoulder, bodies close together.

“Do not worry, okay? See, it’s done already.” he said, eyes finally peeling off the reader and meeting yours.

As you whispered a thank you, the urge almost overtook Andrei, his gaze finding your lips easily. 

“C’mon, lovebirds, you’re holding up the line!”

“You either kiss quickly or we lose our flight.”

The young player kicked himself for forgetting the whole team was with them. 

God, his mind was so hazy around you sometimes. 

“Shut up!” he yelled, a bit too loudly. “I am.. so sorry. Here, I help you, let’s go.”. He rushed to grab the bag and lead you away from the guys before they could say anything else. 

The whole team erupted in quiet laughs and smirks, as they followed the couple walking away, and Andrei subtly flipped them off, face now a whole different shade.  

“I’m sorry, they are just-”

“Andrei. It’s okay. They’re just boys” you smiled at him, shrugging.

He knew she was right. They were just messing around, they didn’t know anything.

They only knew how he really felt about you. 

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“I am… capable of carrying things, you know that right?” you smirked at the flustered player, who was doing his best to balance his suitcase, and yours, his backpack, and the bags of food. 

“What? No, I know. It’s just… you are my guest. So I make you feel comfortable.” he replied, kindly. 

He hoped he wasn’t making a fool of himself. But you could see how hard he was trying for you. So when you got onto the tarmac, right before getting on the plane, you placed your hand on his strong shoulder.  

“Andrei, honey, let me grab the food, at least. Here.” you extended your arm out and looped your fingers under the handles of the bags, slightly pulling. 

…honey. 

Andrei couldn’t recall any time before you had called him a pet name. 

No, he knew. He would definitely remember that. 

He kept his gaze low, a feeble attempt at hiding his smile, as you guys stepped on the plane. 

He walked in first, making sure to widen his eyes at the guys that were already sitting around, chatting. 

He meant it - no funny business. He should have talked to them before. 

They all seemed to get the hint, nevertheless, trying their best to hide their smirks and winks, keeping their conversations going.

“Here okay?” 

“Wherever you usually sit.” you shrugged.

Andrei chucked and placed your bags in the overhead. 

You couldn’t help but stare at the way his biceps so easily moved the suitcase above his head, his back flexing, showing through the white button-up of his suit.

“Ready to eat?” he turned, flashing you a grin. 

The feeling of your eyes on him as he moved just added to the already growing confidence that kept rising within. Luckily, you didn’t notice he noticed.

͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀

“So, you guys don’t feel silly traveling with full-on tuxes every week?” you asked, fork digging into your bowl. 

Martin, Seth, and Sebastian, who were sitting around you and Andrei, quickly looked up at their teammate.

“Woah, Andrei, you weren’t lying when you said she’s feisty.”

Andrei waited for that familiar look to appear on your face.

His smile immediately got bigger when you turned to him, mouth open, and shoved your shoulder against his. 

“Woah! What did you tell your friends?” you asked, eyes wide. 

Andrei couldn’t get any words out, opting to raise his hands instead, shoulders up to his ears. 

“I like it - you’re funny.” Neci chimed in, saving the day for the blushing Russian.

“They’re not tuxes!” Sebastian rolled his eyes.

“I mean, I’m serious! It’s not uncomfortable to travel in suits all the time?” you chuckled.

“Many times, these are the clothes that fit us the best.” Seth said. “We hockey players, we have weird bodies. Our thighs don’t fit into anything.”

“I like to get ready. We obviously know what your plans for this flight are, considering how comfortable you look.” Andrei added, mouth full of food.

“Oh, as soon as I’m done here I’m going to knock. out.” you laughed, only looking at him. 

The guys all side-eyed each other, doing their best to keep quiet. 

It was like they weren’t even there. 

“You want to know a secret? There’s always a pull-out bed on the plane. I can show you.”

Andrei said, looking up at you.

“Yeah, Andrei can show you where the bed is.”

All 5 heads snapped towards the aisle. Of course.

Andrei did his best not to punch his teammate’s arm, who was leaning on his seat. 

“I’m Jesperi. Nice to meet you.” the young guy extended his arm, past Andrei’s face, to introduce himself.

He didn’t know what this feeling was. Something Andrei hadn’t felt in a long time. 

A rumbling in his stomach, tightening in his chest. He noticed his knuckles turning white, the grip around his fork getting stronger. 

Something about KK holding his arm out in front of Andrei’s face, so close to him, crossing him, reaching out to you made his temples twitch.

Was he… jealous? 

He really needed to get it together. His friend was only introducing himself…right?

Andrei’s gaze snapped up to his teammate as you shook his hand, his jaw unwillingly clenched.

“I didn’t see you before we got on the plane, I don’t think.” you added.

Neci subtly kicked Andrei under the retrievable table they were all eating on, noticing the tension in his friend’s body.

“Oh, this psycho opted for a burger instead of Chipotle.” Martin chirped, raising his eyebrows at Andrei.

The scrunching of your face let Andrei’s body relax for a second.

“That should tell you everything you need to know about him, Y/N. He’s not okay in here.” Andrei grinned while tapping on your forehead. It got the most beautiful sound in the world out of you. There’s nothing he loved more than to hear you laugh.

“I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t eat Chipotle. It should always be a first-round pick.” you answered with a wink at Andrei, grabbing his finger and gently holding it while placing it under the table. 

All the guys looked at each other, while Jesperi struggled to get any chirps out.

Andrei smiled at his friends before turning back to his bowl, your hand still wrapped around his.

Win.

͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀

Andrei looked at you, now facing the airplane window beside you. You were illuminated perfectly by the reflection of the vanishing sun. He thought about kissing you once again. Most of the guys were sitting with their friends, quietly chatting, or sleeping. It would have not taken much of him to turn you around, lock eyes with you, and touch your lips with his. 

He wanted to let himself go in your presence, in your body. The lust he felt was simply that. A desire to be swept away in you, inside you, within your aura, your body. 

The feeling of your head gently bumping his shoulder snapped him out of his daydreams. He took a peek at you, soundly asleep on his arm. He dared to linger his fingers on your other hand, which you moved to his thigh. Andrei looked forward, taking a deep breath for the millionth time in the past week. Seeing your delicate touch so close to him, close to the center of his want for you, drove him mad. At the same time, it felt so… comforting. It made him feel present, accounted for, and appreciated. Your hand was letting him know I see you, I feel you, and I remember and crave your touch even as I sleep. 

He adjusted your head, wrapping his arm around you and placing you in his embrace, before letting sleep and bliss take him into slumber.

͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀

The team got to the hotel as the stars were just starting to appear in the sky. Andrei didn’t let go of your suitcase once, not after you got off the plane, nor when you got to the hotel, no matter how much you insisted. He walked steadily beside you, guiding you through the usual steps of his routine. Plane, bus, hotel, room.

Room. Room. To his shock, as you walked into your room, there was only one bed. 

“Uh..”

“Maybe the other one is the couch?” you asked, raising your hands. 

“No, no. There’s definitely a mistake. Let me call the front desk.” As he picked up the phone, he noticed his fingers were clammy. Life really felt like it was playing tricks on him. 

“It’s okay if they can’t change it, Drei. I mean, we’ll figure it out.” you said, as he waited for the hotel manager. Andrei smirked. Did you want to sleep together? he thought.

“Calm down, calm down. I’m just saying, you know, if, if, there’s no rooms or something.” you said, noticing his grin. You looked down at your lap, totally embarrassed by your suggestion. Andrei loved to see you flustered, in those rare moments he could rattle you.

“The manager said they’ll change our room before tonight. Want some food?” he asked, extending his arm out at you.

“Let’s go” you grinned.

Andrei’s chest puffed as he walked you downstairs, hand in hand with you. 

He totally had this in the bag.

͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀

“Have a drink with me.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. 

“Don’t we have stuff to do tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but I’m not playing. It’ll just be team stuff, you know.” Andrei smirked.

“Just one?”

“Just one.” he shrugged.

While waiting for the room to be changed, Andrei offered to invite you to dinner at the restaurant in the hotel. This was the best opportunity for him to have you all to himself, at least for a little while, before you guys started all of the team activities in the following days. 

“Andrei, I barely drink! I wouldn’t even know what to order.” you sighed, looking down at the menu.

“I can pick for you. Just trust me, okay?” he said, accent as thick as ever.

Andrei could have used some alcohol anyways. The thought of possibly spending another night in the same bed as you drove him crazy. He swore his hands were shaking as the waiter handed them their drinks.

“Thank you. Okay, now you try it and then tell me.” he said, taking a sip.

“This tastes too good, Andrei. This is, like, dangerous” you spluttered out, blushing.

“Oh, you’re such lightweight. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” he laughed.

“Promise?” you asked, looking up at him, straw still in your mouth. 

He stuck his pinky out at you, which you carefully wrapped around his. 

You’d never had this much physical contact as friends as you did in the past couple of days. Sure, you hugged and had countless playfights. He thought he could never get enough of this - every time he felt your touch on his skin, Andrei craved more and more. He didn’t want your hand on his shoulder, he wanted it underneath his shirt. He wanted to wrap his body all around yours, let your presence completely physically overtake his senses. 

“Promise. I got you, always.” he said, reaching his thumb around to squeeze your hand from across the table. The expression quickly softened on your face, making his heart skip a beat. 

“Ready to order?”

The waiter seemed to appear out of nowhere, interrupting Andrei’s plan to perhaps run his fingers down your arm, craving the bliss of your skin under his.

͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀

“…what?” you asked him, mouth full of food. He knew he was practically staring at you, as he had the whole trip so far, but he couldn’t help it. Your response elicited a chuckle along with the small blush that spread over his cheeks. 

“There’s food all over your face.” he said with a smile. 

And that’s when time seemed to still. 

Andrei’s arms easily found their way over the table; one of his hands wrapping around the base of your head, intertwining his fingers with your hair. He brought your face up and forward, almost forcing you to look at him. Your heart dropped, the feeling of his fingers already causing heat to pool between your legs. His other hand, armed with a napkin, proceeded to wipe your face, eyes focused on your lips as he cleaned you up.

 “There you go. That’s better.” he said. As if that wasn’t enough, his strong hand still firmly gripping the back of your head, Andrei held your chin and swiped his thumb on the corner of your mouth, tracing it over your bottom lip. “There was some, um, something left there.” he quietly said, looking down, as he fully removed his touch from you, scrambling to grab his fork and shove food in his mouth. However, he felt your gaze on him still. 

“You’re okay?” he asked, still facing his plate. 

“Yes, uh, I’m okay. Thank you, Drei.” 

“Yeah, uh, no problem.” he chuckled. His stomach churned at the feeling that he was acting like such an idiot. Maybe he was taking it too far, too fast.

“So, what made you invite me on this trip?” you asked.

“Of course I invite you! You’re my closest friend, Y/N.” 

“I am?” 

“Yes. I tell you everything.”

Well, not everything, he thought to himself. Not how much he wanted you to be his, only his. 

“It means a lot that you want me here, Svech. Thank you. So much.” 

Andrei’s eyes fixated on you again. He prayed that you couldn’t hear his heart beating out of his chest. 

“I’m not going to lie, I am feeling a little nervous.” he sighed. 

“Nervous? I thought you didn’t get nervous.” you smirked. 

“I…I want you to have fun. Sometimes I think my life is too different from yours. I think that’s why I haven’t shown you too much. I am going all the time, traveling, playing, and out with the team. I hope you like it, really.” Andrei admitted.

“Oh, Andrei…. we see each other all the time! And we can talk about anything, right? I am really curious to see how it is. I’m super excited, Drei.” you reassured him. 

He looked at you, his arms taking up most of the surface in front of him, making his shoulders somehow look even bulkier. 

“You tell me if you want to go home, okay?” 

“Home?” you asked, taken aback. “Oh, no. You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Svech. I’m freeloading off of you as much as possible this week.” you laughed, and he flicked some water from his straw at you. 

He was happy you could cut the tension between them so easily. He thought he had never felt so comforted before. 

“For someone who doesn’t drink you finished your drink pretty quick.” he raised his eyebrows at you. 

“It was a good drink.” you shrugged, flipping your long hair behind your shoulders. The action made Andrei’s breath change pace, rapidly. 

“You…want another one?” he asked. 

Your face dropped, shaking your head.

“C’mon, I have one with you. Just one more?” he offered. “You don’t have to, just asking.” 

“One more, troublemaker. And then we’re done.”

͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀ .͏ 🫙 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ꪆ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔘓 ⠀ ⠀

“Should I go check if our room is ready? It should be by now.” he smirked at you, handing the check back to the waiter. 

Two drinks definitely had changed your inhibitions. Andrei could see the flush on your face under your tinted sunscreen, your hair looking more disheveled and overall, a cute giggling he didn’t usually get to see.

“I didn’t know two drinks were going to get you tipsy. Dude, you need to come out with me more.” he said, poking your nose.

“I’m not tipsy! Just really, really sleepy.” you said, looking up at him.

“Let’s go to sleep then. C’mon.”

Andrei stood up, offering you his arm again.

You headed over to the front desk, limbs interlocked together.

“Okay, Mr. Svechnikov, here’s the key to the new room. Have a great night.”

Andrei tried his best to focus on the hotel manager in front of him, even if all he really thought about was your head leaning on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his bicep.

God, how cute.

In the elevator ride up, he realized how much he liked to see you so close to him. You looked like a couple. Like a real couple. The reflection in the mirror showing him what it would really look like if you became his.

He really, really could get used to this.

Head totally in the clouds, he didn’t notice Martinook and Staal walking towards him, at the opposite end of the hallway when they reached their floor.

Andrei nodded at them, hoping they’d get the hint to just keep walking.

They mostly did, except for Jordan, who gently stopped him, whispering in his ear.

“I heard about the room and talked to the lady for you. You’re so welcome.” he winked, and just like that, kept going, not daring to look back at his younger teammate.

What?

Oh.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

Andrei scrambled to open the hotel door, your body still wrapped around his arm, clueless.

There it was.

One bed. 

A bigger bed, for sure, but just one, singular mattress.

“Shit.” he whispered, running a hand through his hair.

The hotel workers even managed to set their suitcases in the closet already.

“Oh, Svechy, who cares. Let’s just go to sleep.” you said, softly, walking backward before falling onto the comforter.

Andrei was dumbstruck. Frozen. Staring at you, splayed out on his bed.

One random night was very different than a whole week.

“Is that okay with you?” you sat up on your elbows, extending one arm towards him.

“Uh, yes. It’s okay. Yeah, it’s fine.” he walked slowly towards you, melting as he grabbed your hand.

Good, you whispered, looking up at him, rubbing your thumb against his hand. 

Your head fell back onto the bed, hard. 

“Andrei, it’s so soft! I didn’t know you guys traveled this comfortably” you giggled.

“You’re just drunk, Y/N” he shook his head.

“Am. Not!” you said, throwing a pillow at his head.

“Woah, woah. This might not be the best move for you right now.” Andrei laughed, poking at your ribs.

“You just say that because you know I’m already getting stronger than you.”

“Ha!” he realized he was at a loss for words, seeing you laying down all flushed in front of him. 

“Whatever you say, drunky.” 

As he walked towards the bathroom, Andrei took a deep breath. Just the night before, he had cum in his pants from just a dream. He really couldn’t mess this up, let you see him like that - it would have ruined everything. 

A plan, a plan. 

He didn’t have one. 

Cold showers, he guessed. A lot of blankets. And bathroom breaks.

He huffed, before opening the door. All the tension left him as he saw you curled up in the middle of the bed, sound asleep.

He wanted to wrap his arms around you, and kiss you all over until his eyes felt heavy.

Instead, he swooped your body in his arms and tucked you under the blankets. Again. And that cozy feeling spread all throughout his chest again.

“You’re such a good friend, Svech.”

A friend. Oof. Her sentence felt like a punch in the gut. Andrei leaned down and kissed your forehead. 

Before he could head back into the bathroom, your arms leaned out to grab him.

“Another one.” you mumbled.

Andrei proceeded to plant another kiss by your hairline, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

His heart beating overtime. 

Were these mixed signals? Was he just confused? 

Maybe you were just tipsy, and that’s why you were so touchy. Even though… he thought you had been like that for the past two days, completely sober. 

Wait it out. See what happens.

That’s what his brother would tell him. So he caressed your hair, and moved to get ready for bed. He’d wait it out, he thought, your arms wrapping around him as he got into bed. 

What he didn’t know was that this was going to go a lot better than he could have ever imagined.

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl #carolina hurricanes

[alotofpockets]

Mallory Swanson Appreciation

woso appreciation masterlist | with @totaly-obsessed

#woso appreciation #mallory swanson #mallory pugh #mal pugh #woso #woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt #chicago red stars

[casedoina]

Masterlist

Fate: Winx Series

Intertwining: Sky x Reader

Playing Games: Sky x Reader

The Sun Fades Series

Betrothed In Alfea

Twilight

Romeo and ... Cullen?! l series: Jacob Black x Cullen!Reader

The Imprint or The Blood Singer l series: Edward Cullen x Black!Reader

You're My Monster: Jasper Hale x Swan!reader

You're My Love: Jasper Hale x Swan!reader

You're My Major: Jasper Hale x Swan!reader

You're My Forever: Jasper Hale x Swan!reader

You're My Eternal Love: Edward Cullen x Reader

Adore You: Embry Call x Reader

Breathe In: Cullen Family x Reader

Sunday Shenanigans: Embry Call x Reader

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Blacked Out: Kol Mikaelson x Reader

Cheater: Kol Mikaelson x Reader

Kol-Down: Kol Mikaelson x Reader

Hopeless: Klaus Mikaelson x Gilbert!reader

Imagine Meeting the Originals: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

The Secret of The Mikaselsons: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Ben Barnes

Y/N L/N and Ben Barnes being in Love for 10 minutes

In the Shadow of Your Heart: Billy Russo x Reader

Thirst Tweets: Ben Barnes x Reader

Draw Your Swords: Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Children of Sun and Darkness: The Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

The Weeklong Seminar Series

House Hunting: Billy Russo x Reader

Freezing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Used To Be: Darkling x Royal Wife Reader

Let Me Take Car of You: Ben Barnes x Reader

Narnia

The Faded Portrait of a Bygone Era: Prince Caspain x Reader

My Sweet Girl: Edmund Pevensie x Reader

The New Prophecy: Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Rewrite the Stars: Prince Caspain x Reader

Surprising Changes: Prince Caspain x Reader

Sliver Series: Caspain x Reader

Chicago

Control, Alt, Arrow: Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz x Reader

Period Pains: Jay Halstead x Reader

When Have You Been: Jay Halstead x Reader

First Time: Jay Halstead x Reader

A Little Incentive: Jay Halstead x Reader

First Time: Matt Casey x Reader

Military Lovers: Jay Halstead x Reader

Outer Banks

I Know: JJ Maybank x Reader

Jealousy, Jealousy: JJ Maybank x Reader

Put the Pieces Back Together: JJ Maybank x Reader

Mistake: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Please Forgive Me: JJ Maybank x Reader

Kissing You: JJ Maybank x Reader

Kiss the Kook: John B Routledge X Reader

Unfixed: JJ Maybank x Reader

Good Morning Sunshine: JJ Maybank x Reader

Lucas Till

A New Start: Angus Macgyver x Reader

Shooter: Angus Macgyver x Reader

Yoga + Backyard Terrace: Angus Macgyver x Reader

Escape Plan: Angus Macgyver x Reader

You Matter To Me: Angus Macgyver x Reader

Badass: Angus Macgyver x Reader

Angus Macgvyer Imagine

Tom Holland

Secret Life: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Baby Bath, Baby Love: Tom Holland x Reader

By His Belt (Sweats): Tom Holland x Reader

Cool: Peter Parker x Reader

If We Were A Movie: Tom Holland x Reader

Shadowhunters

To Be Human: Alec x Reader

Betrayal: Jonathan Morgenstern x Reader

Linked: Jonathan Morgenstern x Reader

DC Comics

Abandoned: Tim Drake/Red Robin x Reader

He Likes Her: Wolf

Lantern: Connor Kent/Superboy x Reader

Starfire's Sister: Damian Wayne x Reader

Where You Belong: Damian Wayne x Reader

Pretty Girl: Damian Wayne x Reader

Space Heater: Damian Wayne x Reader

Superman's Daughter: Tim Drake x Kent!reader

Detective: Damian Wayne x Reader

Series

You Wake Up: Embry Call x Reader

Crazy, Rich, and They Hate Me: Jaehyun x Reader

Misc

Can You Keep Up?: Colby Brock x Reader

Faint: Colby Brock x Reader

A Lazy Saturday Morning: Jungkook Jeon x Reader

Running with Demons: Colby Brock x Reader

Breaking Free: Avengers x Reader

Home Sweet Home: Yeonjun Choi x Reader

In His Arms: Coby Brock x Reader

Like You: Yeonjun Choi x Reader

#casedoina masterlist

[moonwaxgalaxy]

Hello moons and stars!

Our new Sailor Moon release is now live!

Here's the scent list:

Sailor Moon: Vanilla, caramel & cinnamon

Sailor Venus: Honeysuckle jasmine

Sailor Mercury: sea salt & sage

Sailor Mars: Lily & Asian pear

Sailor Jupiter: Red Oak

Check out all the sailors at:

#sailor moon #sailor mercury #sailor mars #sailor venus #sailor jupiter #candles #handcrafted #home decor #wax melts #handemade #etsyshop #etsyseller #etsystore #etsy #fan merch

[sweetbans29]

Maybe a bit of a future fic with Caitlin and her pro soccer girlfriend who got drafted to the Chicago Red Stars (and also has played for the USWNT since she was 18) a few months before Caitlin was drafted to the Fever, both are very hot shit their rookie seasons. Media talks about them being the ultimate power couple bc they’re both projected rookie of the year for their sports and all that jazz. They’re constantly going to each other’s games when they can and visiting all the time since they’re so close and they live together in the offseason, and they are always talking about what the other is doing in media which just makes people hype them up as adorable and a power couple even more.

OK GO OFF! The detail in this is *chef's kiss*. I will do my best to make this everything you imagine. You'll see this in the next 'Coming Soon' list 😘

#caitlin clark concepts

[buckbeakhatesron]

Just a thought

Y'all I have just come on here to say that when I imagine Abby as a goal keeper I remember that there is already someone like Abby. I present to you Alyssa Naeher. She plays for the Chicago Red Stars and the USWNT. She is a huge nerd (crossword puzzles are a must), has them biceps, and I love her.

#abby x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson imagine

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Inside Llewyn Davis (2013, Coen brothers)

14/02/2024

Inside Llewyn Davis is a 2013 film directed and written by Joel and Ethan Coen and starring Oscar Isaac, Carey Mulligan, Justin Timberlake and John Goodman.

The film is inspired by the life of folk singer Dave Van Ronk, active in New York in the sixties.

It participated in competition at the 2013 Cannes Film Festival, where it won the Special Jury Grand Prix.

New York, February 1961: Llewyn Davis is a struggling young folk singer whose recent solo album, Inside Llewyn Davis, was a flop; being without money and nowhere to go, he sleeps on the sofas of friends and acquaintances. One evening, after playing at the Gaslight Café in Greenwich Village, he is beaten at the back of the venue by a mysterious and rude individual for reasons not immediately specified.

He subsequently accepts Jim's proposal to record a new song, agreeing to be paid immediately 200 dollars in exchange for the transfer of the copyright, in order to have the money for the abortion.

The young man accepts a ride to Chicago in the company of the laconic poet Johnny Five and the grumpy heroin-addicted jazz musician Roland Turner; during the trip he reveals that his musical partner, Mike Timlin, committed suicide by jumping off a bridge.

In an expanded version of the film's opening scene, Davis performs at the Gaslight and Pappi reports to him that a "friend" is waiting for him in the back; Davis then watches a young Bob Dylan perform on stage.

The film starts from the Coen's reflection on the rebirth of interest in folk music in the sixties, and in particular that despite the genre's exquisitely rural identity, in that period it was followed above all in a metropolis like New York, and that so all its major performers were natives, like Brooklyn's Dave Van Ronk and Ramblin' Jack Elliott.

When writing the screenplay, the pair of directors drew mainly from Van Ronk's autobiography, published posthumously in 2005, The Mayor of MacDougal Street but, even before starting to write it, the Coens had started from a single idea: imagine Van Ronk getting beaten up outside Gerde's Folk City in the Village.

Producer Scott Rudin, who had previously worked with the Coens on True Grit and No Country for Old Men, collaborated on the project. StudioCanal helped the production financially in the absence of a US financier/distributor.

On May 9, 2013, shortly before the presentation of the film at the Cannes Film Festival, the red band trailer and a new poster were also released.

The soundtrack was curated by T Bone Burnett, songwriter, producer and Oscar winner for the song The Weary Kind, and by Marcus Mumford.

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Just wanted to give you all one last update on the imagines before I post them throughout the day tomorrow.

They will be unedited so if there are any mistakes in them, I do apologize in advance. I also want to apologize again for taking so bloody long with your requests but I want to thank you for your patience with me and my slowness. I appreciate it so much more than you will ever know.

Moving on from that little note, I wanted to share a list I made last night of the imagines I am yet to post. If you see your request and see any missing information or if you have any questions for me, please feel free to reach out to me either via inbox or through private message.

I look forward to sharing the imagines with you tomorrow.

Thank you again for all your support and unending patience for and with me.

Happy Tuesday, have a great evening!❤️

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**Edit: It has come to my attention that the image I had here previously was hard to read so I am just going to share the list in written form. I hope that 's ok.

-T.E: Reader is new to town and bonds with someone. That someone invites her to have drinks with them and their friends which includes T.E. From there, the reader and T.E consistently bump into each other and eventually just start planning things to do together.

-T.E: Reader and T.E meet at an event through a mutual friend and immediately hit it off.

-J.K: Sleepy Head Cannon.

-J.K: Reader works for/ with him for his business...please make it fluffy.

-J.K: J.K is protective of his wife while he is in prison because only he know how anxious she gets when he's not around.

-T.E: Reader and Taron have just starred in the first movie of a brand new franchise and they are on the red carpet together. They both get interview and are asked where they see themselves in seven years time. T.E and the reader waffle on not really having any idea but then flashing forward seven years, the reader and Taron are now married, expecting a baby and are on the red carpet for the last film in the franchise from seven years prior. The pair of them are interviewed by the same person and the three of them are shocked at how things turned out.

-E.U: Reader and E.U are best friends, having met through Kingsman. Their dynamic will be the Dumb/Dumber, irresponsible/responsible, and witty/sarcastic. Please make the reader the adventurous one who is down to try anything no matter the risk involved.

-J.K: Reader is from New York and J.K is from Chicago and they both love their home cities. They decide to show each other around their home cities and they have to come up with pros and cons for why or why Chicago or New York is the best. Whoever wins the debate, chooses what the loser does.

**End Note: T.E = Taron Egerton | J.K = Jimmy Keene | E.U = Eggsy Unwin.