#and then i spent the next while binging the movies

[simplyhughes]

If you’re taking requests, can I get a Hughes brother (I don’t care which one) childhood friend to lovers fluff?

Lake House

The summer when y/n and Luke have given into their feelings (*^ω^*)

WC: 1743

Anon thank you so much for this request! It was a lot of fun!!!

Pairing: LH43 x Reader

Warnings: None (?) just fluffy fluff. There may be grammatical errors, my apologies!!

Stars decorated the sky, painting patterns across the earth. Crickets chirped softly while teasing banter and laughter mingled with the gentle melodies of the top hits radio, enveloping the outdoor patio of the Hughes’ lake house. You and your family had made their way to Michigan every summer, staying with the friends you call family. Your mother and Mrs. Hughes, who insists you call her Ellen, shared a college dorm, and the rest is history.

The two families gathered around a lit fire sharing stories from throughout the year, making up for the time spent apart. You stepped out onto the porch after using the restroom to see that all the folding chairs and loveseats had been filled. You gave a tug to your sweatshirt sleeve, scanning the seating situation to decide your next move. The youngest of the Hughes brothers, Luke, glanced your way, initiating eye contact.

Being the same age as Luke created a unique bond between you, distinct from your relationships with his two older brothers. When Quinn and Jack would sneak out to meet with some girls by the dock, it would be you and Luke in your makeshift fort binging movies. Or when everyone would pile onto the boat to go wake surfing, Luke would stay behind cause he knows you get seasick. It was the stuff like that growing up that made you two so close. Your mothers would gush behind your backs, betting on your future together on who would confess first. But you two were young and oblivious, just living in the moment, cherishing all the time you could be together before summer came to an end.

As your eyes met Luke's, his demeanor changed; his eyes softened but his body tensed. He raised his hand, tapping his leg, signaling you to come and sit with him. For some reason, you were slightly taken aback. It is not like you haven't shared a seat before… you guys used to have sleepovers and share a bed. But it may be the fact that you both are all grown up and that Luke got a whole hell of a lot more handsome. You mouthed “Are you sure?” over to the boy, and he just replied with a nod. The conversations around you continued as you walked across the wooden patio.

"Hey..." you began, glancing down at Luke. His gaze rose to meet yours, and a grin spread across his face as he wrapped one of his large hands around your waist, almost pulling you onto his lap. You followed his lead and took a seat. His arm then encircled your waist completely, and he rested his head on your shoulder. Your body initially tensed at the sudden display of affection, but soon you relaxed against his chest as the two of you eased into a casual conversation.

Luke's older brothers didn't miss his bold actions. Quinn nudged Jack in the side and discreetly pointed in your direction. Jack stifled a laugh followed by a playful jab to the gut by his older brother. “Who knew Lukey had game?” Jack joked with a stupid smirk. Quinn merely shrugged, signaling Jack to halt his teasing before you and Luke caught on.

Throughout the rest of the summer, Luke's gestures did not simmer down. Anyone who didn't know the pair would think they were a couple. Whenever you were together, one of you was always hanging on to the other, like a support beam. If one of you headed to get food, the other promptly followed suit. And if one of you emerged from the lake sopping wet, the other immediately wrapped them in a warm towel. Luke's actions weren't entirely surprising to you. Longing touches, tight embraces, the gentle tucking of hair behind your ear—all felt like natural extensions of your friendship. But both your mothers saw. They saw the subtle dance of affection that whispered of deeper feelings. It was in the lingering gazes, the softness of their voices when speaking to each other, and the way their laughter seemed to harmonize effortlessly. Luke's brothers could see it. They could see the unspoken attraction between you, clear as day. Deep down you knew it, Luke too. Yet both of you could not rattle the idea that the other didn't reciprocate.

The boat ripped through the water under the control of Jack. “Jack ease up man! You're gonna kill us all,” Quinn yelped. Luke, who sat lazily right next to you, just chuckled at their antics. You looked a little pale in the face.

“Hey… You okay y/n?” Luke questioned, dragging his hand through his damp curls.

“Does he not know how to drive this thing?” You complained sluggishly.

“Awh is someone feeling a little seasick?” He teased. “Jack slow down you asshat or let Huggy take over!” He shouted over to the two boys who still happened to be fussing at the wheel.

“C’mere…” Luke slung his arm around your shoulder and you instinctively rested your head against his.

Jack shuffled out of the driver's seat annoyed. He shot a glance over in your and Luke's direction.

“Oh my god, can you guys just kiss and get this over with already… Jesus,” Jack mumbled, letting out his frustration. The color returned to your face as Quinn took over, but the pale was replaced with an embarrassing red. You hid your face in Luke's chest trying to ignore Jack's words.

“Fuck off, Jack,” Luke retorted. “You're such a dick.”

The sun had set and the boat pulled into the dock. The sky was all different hues of pinks, yellows, oranges, and reds. Jack had rushed off the boat to meet up with this ‘rocket’ he was talking to leaving you, Luke, and Quinn. “Don't worry Huggy we can clean this up,” Luke said, gesturing to the empty beer cans, towels, and sunscreen that littered the boat. “You sure?” Quinn hummed. You could tell he was tired; I guess it is hard work being the boat's captain. Luke nodded back at his eldest brother while you let out a groan. The boat bobbed as Quinn stepped off. You shuffled across the boat's floor, grabbing a trash bag. Luke tossed the empty cans into the bag that you held open. “Maybe you picked the wrong sport, Lukey,” you joked as he threw another can in, mimicking a basketball toss. Your teamwork was pretty effective, only taking 15 minutes to get the boat back in good shape. Luke hopped off the boat onto the dock. His hand extended to grab yours.

“M’lady,” He snorted, taking a bow, helping you off the boat.

You hit him with your hips. “Dork,” you rebutted.

As the colors of the sunset faded into the velvety embrace of the night sky, you and Luke found yourselves on the dock, your feet dangling over the edge. The only sounds were the gentle whispers of the wind through the trees that seemed to be as tall as skyscrapers, the crickets that chirped into the early hours of the morning, and the crashing of water as it rolled into the muddy lakeside shore.

Luke let out a soft sigh, his gaze fixed on you with a look that made your heart flutter. You tried to keep your composure, your eyes focused straight ahead. But you simply could not help yourself any longer.

"What are you looking at, Hughes?" you quipped, breaking the silence.

"You," he replied simply, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turned to face him, your breath catching in your throat as his hand gently brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a warmth deep within you.

"Me?" you echoed, unable to tear your gaze away from his.

"Only you," he murmured, inching closer until there was barely any space between you.

He took his hand, guiding a piece of your fallen hair behind your ear. His hand then stayed resting on your cheek. Placing your hand on top of his you spoke, "Luke…".

“Can I kiss you y/n?” he interrupted.

Your eyes dilated, still staring back at his. Your throat went dry, parched by the sudden rush of adrenaline, while your heart pounded against your ribcage, drowning out all other sounds. The only thing you could do was nod. He brought his face close an inch away from yours. His hot breath whispered against your cheek. Time stretched, suspended in a haze of anticipation before his lips finally met yours. His unoccupied hand quickly found a new place to reside, resting on your hip, pulling you in as close as possible. Your lips parted, both in search of air. That single kiss was not enough for Luke. He dove back in, pressing kisses to the side of your neck, trailing behind your ear, with his hair tickling your jaw. The new sensation made you gasp, locking your fingers into his hair. “Luke…” you groaned.

Eventually, the heat had worn down, leaving both parties in shock at the events that had just occurred.

“Y/n…” Luke started, “I have liked you- wait no…” he stopped himself. “I have loved you for the longest time. At the end of every summer, my stomach twists itself in a knot. I dread leaving the lake, I dread leaving summer behind, but I dread leaving you the most. I am not sure how I have been able to get myself through the long winters and the busy fall. It may be the lingering thought that I will eventually make my way back to you. You are my best friend, you always have been and you always will be. I don't wanna screw this up, and if you don't like me back we can pretend this never even happened…” he rambled.

“Luke.” You cut him off.

“Yeah?” He quickly replied, turning his eyes onto you.

“We literally just made out you idiot… I would hope I like you back.” His chest sank back in relief with an exhale. “I cannot picture my life without you.” You added with a more serious tone. “We have grown up together and I expect to grow old with you.” Luke didn't reply with words. He pulled you back into a deep kiss.

The sun had officially set, leaving a blanket of twinkling lights. The young couple spent the night together in the wake of new romantic revelations. This was the night where their friendship had blossomed into something more.

#jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes 43 #hockey #nhl #new jersey devils #simplyhughes

[specialagentlokitty]

Damon x reader - don’t call me that

can i request one where reader always call damon some kind of pet name that when reader called him by his name he gets pouty?? - Anon💜

Sitting on the couch, you were aimlessly flicking through some films trying to find something to watch when you heard the front door open and close.

“Hey love!” You called.

“I thought you had work?” Damon asked.

You shrugged a little as you leant your head back to looked at him in the doorway of the living room.

“Closed for the night, had some paperwork to do so I decided to close up but I finished it all an hour ago. The owner said it was cool. Where were you?”

“Some crap to do with Elena wasn’t really paying attention.”

You laughed a little bit and shook your head at Damon as he walked over and jumped over the couch to sit next to you.

Holding his arms out, he waited for you to crawl into his arms and held you against his chest.

He picked up the tv remote and carried on flicking through the films you were looking at while he ran his fingers through your hair.

“What time do you start tomorrow?” Damon asked.

“It’s my day off, one of the college kids wanted some extra shifts so the store owner is gonna train them up on some stuff.”

Damon grinned a little to himself and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Does that mean movies, snacks and cuddling?”

“Of course it does my dear.” You chuckled.

So that’s how you guys spent the rest of the night, you ordered some food, gathered some snacks from the cupboard and binged loads of films.

You woke up the following morning with your head tucked under Damon’s chin, his arms wrapped tightly around you, your legs tangled with his while he was still fast asleep.

You wiggled free from his grasp and padded out to the kitchen to get a drink and look for something to eat.

Humming to yourself, you settled on making some pancakes and got everything out and ready while you started to make the batter mix.

It wasn’t long before you heard Damon getting up and wondering around.

“Hey breakfast is my job.”

“You were still asleep.” You shrugged.

Breakfast flew by and you had to go meet the others to discuss some stuff, and while you didn’t really have to be there Damon did.

You decided to tag along because you were bored and Damon gave you a gentle kiss before he entered the door before he gestured for you to follow him into the boarding house.

“You don’t have to be here you know.” He whispered.

Looking up at him, you nodded.

“I know, but it’s my day off I wanna be with you.”

“I know I’m just to damn irritable.” He smirked.

Rolling your eyes, you slipped your hand into his, and played with the ring on his finger while he half listened to whatever was being said.

He was scrolling through his phone, occasionally showing you something he thought you would like or something you found funny.

What caught your attention was someone saying his name in an angry tone and you looked up to see Ric scowling at Damon.

“Are you even paying attention Damon? This is important, it’s Elena’s life we’re trying to save.” He snapped.

“Yeah yeah I know, but this isn’t going to work and you know it.” Damon shrugged.

“It’s our only choice at this point.” Stefan sighed.

“Just go in there and kill them all, problem solved.” Damon said.

Everyone sighed at him.

“It’s not that simple, we do that and they kill my sister. Would you do that if it were (Y/N)?”

“I would’ve killed them all the moment they took (Y/N).” Damon growled, “it’s not my fault you’re all to scared to do anything about it.”

“We’re not all as reckless and stupid as you.” Jeremy snapped.

You felt Damon tense up, and you gripped his hand a little tighter, making him turn his attention to you.

“Calm down my love…” you whispered.

He nodded his head and took a deep breath.

“What? Nothing to say?” Jeremy scoffed.

Damon growled a little bit didn’t do anything and Jeremy stood up.

“You owe everything to my sister, (Y/N) hasn’t done anything for you!”

This time Damon rushed forward, pinning Jeremy to the wall while everyone tried to pry him off the teen.

You stood up.

“Love come on, let him go.”

Placing a hand on Damon’s arm, you tried to get his attention.

Nothing would work, no matter how many pet names you called him, no matter how much you asked him again and again to let Jeremy go and he wouldn’t.

Sighing, you took a step back and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Damon let him go right now.” You snapped.

Damon whipped his head towards you and dropped Jeremy, walking over he stood in front of you, placing his hands on your cheeks.

“Don’t call me that…” he pouted.

“You wouldn’t listen.”

“Don’t call my name, I don’t like it when you call me by my name…”

Reaching up, you placed your hands on his arms and sighed, leaning slightly into his touch as you closed your eyes for a second.

“I want you to apologise to Jeremy, he’s just worried about his sister and wants her to be safe.”

Damon grumbled something under his breath and walked around you, slipping his arms around your waist as he put his head on your shoulder.

“Will you stop using my name if I do…?” He mumbled.

You nodded and he sighed.

“Fine, I guess im sorry but I’d do it again.”

“That’s as good as im going to get isn’t it?” Jeremy asked.

Damon nodded his head and Jeremy sighed rolling his eyes.

They all went back to discussing what to do while Damon turned you around, hands planted on your waist.

“Are you happy now?”

“Much. Thank you darling.”

Leaning up you kissed his cheek and led him back to the couch to carry on with the meeting.

He sat there and just listened, still slightly pouting at the fact that you had called him by his name and not one of the pet names you usually called him

#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries x you #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore

[growingexjocks]

Outgrowing Spiderman - Tom Holland x Andrew Garfield: Ch 1

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 3.5, Ch 4

Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield meet on set for their newest Spiderman film. Together, they start to learn to indulge and redefine the role of Spiderman.

(edited photo creds: https://www.tumblr.com/chubbycelebs85)

One day in Hollywood, the two famous actors, Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield, found themselves drawn to each other. Though initially just friends, their shared experiences of playing Spider-Man in different movie adaptations brought them closer together. 

As their relationship deepened, the two spent more time together, often enjoying cozy nights in, watching movies, and indulging in their favorite snacks. Andrew, in particular, had developed a fondness for the simple pleasure of binge-watching Netflix while devouring pints of ice cream. It was during one such evening that Tom noticed his boyfriend's once-chiseled six-pack abs were slowly disappearing beneath a soft layer of newly-formed pudge.

Tom couldn't resist teasing Andrew about his new physique. "Hey Andrew, looks like someone's been enjoying their snacks a little too much lately, huh?" he said with a cheeky grin, poking at Andrew's midsection. Andrew blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and a surprising surge of excitement from the gentle teasing. He could feel his dick twitch in response to Tom's words.

Throughout the next few days, Tom continued to playfully tease Andrew about his weight gain. He even started calling him "Piggy" as a pet name. Initially, Andrew was unsure about how he felt being called that, but he couldn't deny the thrill it gave him. His dick reacted to the teasing, and Tom, realizing the effect his words had on Andrew, decided to push things further.

One night, after a particularly indulgent meal, Tom sat down next to Andrew on the couch, his eyes filled with mischief. "You know, Piggy," he began, "I never thought I'd see the day when Spider-Man would turn into a fat pig. But I have to admit, I like it." Tom reached over and gently pinched Andrew's side, causing him to squirm and giggle.

Andrew, feeling more aroused than ever, pulled Tom in for a passionate kiss. Their hands eagerly explored each other's bodies, with Tom making a point of focusing on Andrew's softer midsection. The more Tom touched him, the more Andrew wanted, and he whispered in his lover's ear, "I want you, Tom."

Tom, ever the tease, replied with a devilish smile, "As you wish, Piggy." He quickly left the room, returning moments later with a pint of ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other. He sat down on the couch and placed the ice cream on Andrew's belly, causing him to shiver.

"Tonight, my dear Piggy," Tom said, scooping a spoonful of ice cream and bringing it to Andrew's lips, "we're going to have some fun." Andrew eagerly consumed the cold, sweet treat, feeling his excitement grow with every mouthful. His dick ached with anticipation as Tom continued to feed him. Andrew's belly filled and bloated, making him feel more turned on than ever before.

Once the ice cream was finished, Tom moved in closer, the heat between them intensifying. Their hands roamed each other's bodies, with Tom paying special attention to Andrew's swollen belly, and his throbbing dick. He licked Andrew's fat belly, nibbling on it gently. Tom slapped his fat ass, making Andrew moan with pleasure.

"I want you to get even bigger, Piggy," Tom whispered seductively into Andrew's ear. "I want to see you rip out of your Spider-Man suit."

As the weeks went by, Tom and Andrew continued to explore this newfound aspect of their relationship. Tom took every opportunity to tease Andrew about his growing size, and Andrew found himself more and more turned on by the attention. His dick would twitch with excitement every time Tom called him "Piggy" or made a comment about his expanding waistline.

One evening, as they sat down to watch a movie, Tom brought out a large bag of snacks and a mischievous grin spread across his face. "I think it's time we see how well that Spider-Man suit fits now, Piggy," he said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Andrew's heart raced at the thought of trying on the iconic suit in his current state. He knew it would be a tight fit, but the idea of bursting out of it sent shivers down his spine. His dick throbbed at the mere thought of it.

He slipped into the suit, struggling to pull it over his now considerably larger body. As he finally managed to zip it up, he could feel the fabric straining against his expanded frame. He looked at himself in the mirror, the once perfect fit now stretched tight across his soft belly and rounded ass.

Tom entered the room, his gaze filled with desire as he took in the sight of Andrew in the too-tight suit. He approached his lover, running his hands over the stretched fabric and marveling at how much Andrew had grown. He could hardly contain his excitement as he whispered, "You're so close to ripping out of this suit, Piggy. I love it."

As they kissed passionately, Tom's hands wandered down to Andrew's ass, giving it a firm slap that made Andrew moan with pleasure. The couple continued to explore each other's bodies, with Tom focusing on Andrew's bulging belly and his rock-hard dick, barely contained by the tight suit.

As the night wore on, the tension in the room only grew. Tom fed Andrew more snacks, watching his belly expand and the suit grow even tighter. Andrew could feel the fabric straining to contain his ever-growing body, and the sensation drove him wild.

Finally, as Tom whispered heatedly, "I want to see you rip out of that suit, Piggy," the fabric of the Spider-Man suit gave way. The seams tore apart, and Andrew's soft flesh spilled out, no longer restrained by the tight material.

The sight of Andrew bursting out of his Spider-Man suit sent Tom over the edge, and the couple shared a night of unbridled passion, fueled by their love for each other and the exhilarating thrill of their newfound desires.

Outgrowing Spiderman - Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 3.5, Ch 4

More WG Stories by me - Tumblr, Wattpad

Other stories by me with Tom Holland:

Stuffing on Set - Ch 1, Ch 2

#Outgrowing Spiderman #tom holland #andrew garfield #ex jock #ex jock story potential #fat male celebrities #gainer stories inspo #fit2fatcelebrity #exjock #weight gain edit #fat #fat belly #chub #gaining

[bokkiesplace]

People I wanna know better tag meme

Tagged by the lovely @syrena-del-mar!

who already knows me very well and i'm punching the next time i see her

Last song?

i got a cd player for christmas so i'm currently just going through all my cds and happen to be listening to my one jonas brothers cd that i have that i got for free when i saw them back in 2019

Favorite color?

i've always preferred to nature related colors (except my purple girly phase). i constantly cycle between green, blue, and yellow and right now i've been obsessed with shades of blue.

Currently watching?

seriously watching: hospital playlist. i prefer watching shows in their original language so i'm watching the subbed version. because i can't multitask (except that time i helped my brother stuff gyoza while watching an episode) i have to sit and pay attention to watch. but i love medical dramas and the storylines, omg. i'm only on episode 5 but i'm in love

casual watching: one piece. i'm only watching the dubbed version because there are too many episodes and i can only sit still for so long. but i'm currently more than halfway through the impel down arc. and my boys buggy, ace, sanji, and zorro have my entire heart

Last movie?

streamed: bitconned on netflix. it was during my monthly true crime binge and i went through murder and decided to end it with good old fashion schemes to end the night

in theaters: i went with my brother to go see the beekeepr with my brother last week. it was the stupidest fucking movie istg. i'm so mad we wasted our gift cards on that. it was only $14 for tickets but still. he wanted to see it because it was stupid. i'm just mad they brought my boy josh hutcherson into that train wreck during his renaissance. jason statham, you are better than this.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory?

i like spicy food a lot. love it. had to learn to love it since my mom would just dump spice in everything without adjusting. but i prefer spicy and savory over sweet. i don't like things that are too sweet. i bake a lot but don't really eat much of it.

Relationship status?

pathetically single. i've been single the entire 24 years i've plagued this earth. not from a lack of trying. just nobody, that i know of for certain, has ever been interested in me.

Current obsessions?

hospital playlist and this goddamn fic that i spent like 6 hours talking to roo about. i bought a notebook for the fic and everything. going to seriously plot it out and everything.

Last thing you googled?

"did hook die at the end of peter pan"

i took a brief detour from writing chapter 15 of my current fic to do some research for my new pet project and landed here

Selfie or another pic you took?

2 for one special. here's a picture i took at the aquarium back in 2017 and the edited version of it that i did in college. it's my favorite picture that i've ever taken omg. i love jellyfish. they're so beautiful

Tagging: @amyyscorner @ashitshowforalot @kangaracharacha @tfshouldidohere @hyuuukais @puppysmileseungmin @itshannjisung @kai-lee08

[racinginchid3nt]

I’d Probably Still Adore You | Part Seven

Y/N x Lance Stroll, Y/N Best Friend x Pierre

Gasly

In which a night at the club and a game of never have I ever turns into something new

Inspired by 505 - Arctic Monkeys

Warnings: none

Previous | Next

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Pierre had whisked Y/N Best Friend away to Portugal for the summer break. Your weeks had passed in relative normalcy, work, friends, home, sleep. It wasn’t until you got a knock on your door from Y/N Best Friend that things changed.

“What’s up? I didn’t know you were back in town?” You exclaimed while opening the door.

But as she failed to reply, the excited smile slid off your face.

“What’s wrong?”

Y/N Best Friend had never been good at being quiet, so on the rare occasions she was, you knew something was wrong.

“We got in a fight.” She replied.

“You and Pierre?”

“Yes. He’s so great sometimes and then other times he makes me want to pull my hair out.”

“Do you want to tell me what it was about?”

“Can we just have a girls day?” She asked. It wasn’t the first time she had been private about her relationships, both positively and negatively. You knew she would bring it up eventually but until then you decided the best option was to follow her lead.

“Of course.”

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A girls day had turned into an entire girls weekend. Y/N Best Friend had spent the nights crashing in your guest bedroom, while the days were reserved for movie binges, beach trips, and shopping trips.

It was on one such trip that she went quiet, glued to her phone and texting 24/7. As the day wore the on, you finally asked what was going on.

“It’s Pierre. He apologized. The whole fight was stupid in the first place.”

“Oh um that’s great.” You responded, unsure how a stupid fight meant she hopped on a plane and fled vacation, but kept it to yourself.

“Will you go to the race this week with me?” She asked.

“I don’t know, Y/N Best Friend. I have work.”

But as she looked at you with those sad puppy dog eyes that you never quite learned to resist, you caved.

“Fine.” You said defeatedly.

“I’m so excited. Also there’s a sponsorship gala on Thursday night, we need to go find you a dress for it!”

And before you knew it your casual window shopping turned into a much larger production.

She dragged you between stores, searching for the perfect dress. You’d never attended one of these events before, so you trusted her judgment. The theme was starry nights, and the oppressive summer heat meant that the dress code allowed for cocktail length dresses. It wasn’t until you walked past a boutique in the city center that you stopped her. Dragging her inside, you approached the rack near the window display, gently lifting a dress off of it.

“Oh Y/N, that’s absolutely perfect! Go try it on right now!”

When you pulled up the zipper you knew the decision had been made. It fit perfectly, and hit the theme impeccably. It wasn’t until you approached the till that you second guessed your decision.

€3,000 stared back at you on the credit machine.

€3,000 for one dress, for one day.

As Y/N Best Friend pulled out her wallet to pay, you stopped her.

“You can’t spend this much on me.” You stated.

“Nonsense. Besides, it’s Pierre’s money. He said it was fine if it meant that you would come and I’d be happy.”

You knew if you put the dress back she would just go buy it later. She was always stubborn. Even more uncomfortable with taking money from Pierre, you pulled out your credit card, swiping for it. You tried not to balk at the fact that the dress was more than your rent for the month, thankful that you had a relatively lowkey summer because Y/N Best Friend was gone.

You cared home your purchases, spending the time discussing the rest of the coming weekends plans. Y/N Best Friend would be flying out early to see Pierre, so you were traveling in on your own.

You spent the night in, making homemade pasta for dinner before helping Y/N Best Friend pack. And as you saw her off while she loaded up her cab, you tried to ignore your nerves about the race weekend.

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The work week passed by quickly and without issue. Before you knew it, it was Wednesday afternoon and you were zipping up your suitcase to head to the airport. You called a cab, chatting idly with the driver. When he learned where you were going, he lit up with joy, telling you about his favorite driver and how excited he was for racing to be back after the break.

Your flight was unproblematic. Nerves started to sink in, so you drank one two many glasses of champagne to calm your nerves before settling in for a nap.

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After exiting the plane, you collected your suitcase from the baggage claims before making your way to the exits. The airport was busy, and you waited near the taxi area for 15 minutes before you even approached the front half of the line.

Arm starting to tire, you set your tote bag down on the top of your suitcase. As you pulled your phone out to let Y/N Best Friend know you would be at the hotel soon, a voice called out.

“Y/N?”

Turning around you saw a black sedan with heavily tinted windows. One was cracked, the top of a head peaking out through the gap. It wasn’t until it rolled down a bit more that you realized who had called your name.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“I’m here for the race.”

“Where are you staying? At the drivers hotel like last time?”

“Uh yeah I am.”

“That’s where I’m headed, come on, you can ride with me.” He stated.

Heads had started to turn, others beginning to recognize the voice. You rushed across the lane, the driver having stopped the car and opened the trunk. Loading your bags in for you, he opened the back drivers side door for you, before you slid in.

An arm reached across the space as the car pulled off, dragging you into a seated hug. Making eye contact with those mischievous green eyes, you made small talk all the way to the hotel.

As you pulled up at the front doors, preparing to step out of the car, he plucked your phone from your bag. It wasn’t until you saw he had opened your contacts and added himself with an orange heart after, that you realized what was going on.

“There. If you need anything this weekend, let me know okay?” He stated, texting himself from your phone to save your number as well. Giving you a side hug goodbye, he walked to the elevator.

And as you headed to the front desk to check in, bags in hand, you missed the watchful gaze of the person in the car behind you.

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A/N: I’m trying to be a bit vague with the Pierre and Best Friend situation. While I have an idea of where I want that story to go, I’m not sure if I want to do them at the same time or run the stories separately. What do you guys think?

#f1 fanfic #lance stroll #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x y/n #lance stroll x you #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x you #f1 #lando norris #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader

[thecinematicwriter]

Bae-cation

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: What more could you want than a good vacation with your driver boyfriend. The sun is hitting your skin and Charles'. This is perfect.

Sneek peak: "I have an idea Mr. Charles." You announced mockingly formal. "Yes Missus?"

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I have been so excited to travel lately that my content probably reflects it so far. This is for all of you people who wish they could go on a vacation with a specific bae;)

*I did put some outfits that the reader wore, but I do not refer the reader to be the size of the person wearing it.*

This morning, you were woken up by soft kisses on your naked back and the sun hitting it too. Charles had been smooching you for what seemed to be the past 10 minutes. Yes, you were awake before now, but you decided to stay quiet and enjoy the affection your boyfriend was giving you. It was rare. Moments like these were reduced to none when it was racing season. Of course, Charles found ways to come see you when you nedded to work so you couldn't go to his races. But it wasn't the same. Here, it was like you had infinity to just lay down on the beach and relax. And when you went to sleep or woke up with him by your side, tiredness was not one to disturb you. The both of you could talk for hours at night without one falling suddenly asleep or you could wake up like this, with no rush to be somewhere else. "Breakfast?" Charles murmured on your skin. You nodded making an agreeing sound that your boyfriend found the cutest. "Let's get dressed." He got up and tapped your butt gently to prompt you up. You turned around and sat down on the comfortable bed. After a good stretching, you left the bed and went to get dressed while Charles took his shower. You prefered to take it after the long day beside the sea so your boyfriend could shower without the rush of you needing to take one right after him.

Once you both were dressed, you went down to the breakfast restaurant your resort offered. You took a picture for the man who worked at front of him and your boyfriend after convincing him it was really no trouble at all. After your perfect breakfast. You spent the entire day on the beach relaxing and kissing each other in the sea.

Your night was spent laughing at shows and movies while eating some quesedillas with sweet potato fries. A weird combo, yes. But if Charles was happy so were you. And this was just the beggining of the trip. There was one whole week left and looking beside you, where your boyfriend sat, your happiness couldn't be more high. He was truly the solution to all of your stress. And from his side of the blindingly white bed, he thought that maybe the girl that was sitting next to him was the one.

"Baby?" You called on your stomach, trying to tan. "Yes amour?" Your boyfriend always used that nickname and you loved it. "Could you maybe put some sunscreen on me? I don't want to burn and I can't do my back." You faked whine to emphasize your point, which made your boyfriend laugh at you. "Don't laugh at me. It's a real stuggle honestly." He laughed even more knowing how not serious you were being. Charles got up and put your sunscreen on without a word. He tried to be as quiet as possible so he could hear your cute noises of content when he sneakily slipped a massage to the task. "Was that alright, amour?" He gently got closer to your face and put a light kiss to your cheek. "More than alright, baby. You are truly the best." You turned around so you would face him who was now sitting on your chaise longue, along side you. "I have an idea Mr. Charles." You announced mockingly formal. "Yes Missus?" He reciprocated the goofiness. "We could order room service tonight instead of going to the hotel's restaurant. Then, we could binge watch everything we missed while we didn't have time? We might even have to pull an all nighter." You explained excited."I would love that. There's only one condition on my part though..." Your boyfriend was always one to make up rules. "Of course, my prince. Go on." You bowed and he laughed. "I chose the food and the first thing we watch." You audibly gasped and faked the most dramatic pout face out there. "Never mind, I want to go out tonight." You looked at the sky avoiding your boyfriend's eyes in a playful maner. "You little-" Charles cut himself out by tickling you. "Okay. Okay, Stop! I can't anymore. I surrender. I demand mercy!" You laughed so hard your ribs hurt. "Then, my suggestion it is. Thank you very much." He kissed your lips softly.

#charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #formula 1 x y/n #f1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x reader #valentines day #cl16 #cl16 x reader

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Apple orchard with jack lockley <3 :)

(No worries about the update mishap :D)

2023 Fall Blurbs

It wasn’t often that Jake got to plan romantic dates for the two of you to go on. Most of the time, when you and Jake did get alone time, you’d order a pizza and watch a movie or binge a season of a show while stuffing yourself with junk food. A wonderful way to spend an evening, but not romantic at all, and Jake was starting to feel bad.

He knew you didn’t mind, knew you were happy just to spend time with him, but he also knew that Marc and Steven planned dates with you, sometimes spanning a whole day, and he felt like he was falling behind. This feeling gnawed at him, invaded every thought until he stayed up all night on his phone, researching and planning the kind of date you deserved.

“Dress warm today, it’s supposed to be chilly,” he tells you in his typical gruff fashion while you’re eating breakfast, and you can’t help the confusion that clouds your face.

“I wasn’t really planning on going out today,” you say as you glance down at the pajamas you’d fully planned on staying in, missing the slight blush that begins to overtake Jake’s cheeks as he musters up the courage to tell you his plan.

“I planned a date for us. Today. For you and me.” He clarifies, and he both loves and hates how surprised you look, loves that he’s able to surprise you but hates that him planning a date counts as a surprise.

“Where are we going?” You ask as you finish your breakfast and stand to wash the dishes, trying and failing to keep a smile off your face.

“It’s a surprise,” he responds, and now it’s impossible not to smile. Heading back to the bedroom, you plant a kiss on his forehead as you pass.

All bundled up in layers, you can hardly contain your excitement as Jake leads the way through London, glancing down at his phone every few minutes to make sure you’re going the right way. Suddenly, though, he comes to a stop and clears his throat, and you know that’s his way of telling you that you’ve arrived.

“An apple orchard,” you say, voice colored with awe as you glance up at the rows of trees stretched out in front of you, looking inviting and endless.

“It seemed appropriate, for the weather and the season and everything,” Jake replies, voice tinged with embarrassment and his cheeks tinged with red when you plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth, unable to contain your joy or affection.

Later, after you’ve spent the morning picking apples and snacking on your haul on the way to the front of the orchard and buying plenty of apple cider and other treats near the check out, you know you need to let Jake know just how sincerely you enjoyed yourself, enjoyed going out and doing things with him, things that he’d planned and put effort into.

“Thank you, really, I had a great time today,” you say as you unload your apples and cider and snacks in the kitchen.

“It was nothing,” he replies despite the deepening color of his cheeks and ears, “maybe we can do something like that again soon.” You’re so overtaken with affection and love for the man next to you, the only response you have is to kiss him, deep and long in the soft glow of the kitchen light.

#jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely x you #jake lockely fluff #jake lockely imagine #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic

[povbeth]

six roses | percabeth (0)

series masterlist

chapter summary: it's been two years since percy left town (read: annabeth), and neither of them can stop thinking about each other.

wc: 2.8K

warnings: it's just a lot of emotional constipation and regret and sadness and- [car crashes into me]

a/n: hellooooo :p honestly don't know what i'm doing bc nobody posts percabeth fanfic on tumblr but guess what? i do! i've been wanting to do a series like this for a while so i'm glad i'm finally getting started on it. lmk what you think here!

also posted on ao3

prologue: thinking about you.

Grover has been watching Annabeth lose herself for the last few hours. 

Had she known, Annabeth would argue that Grover does this every morning. But today doesn’t follow their normal routine. The two canceled their shift at work for the next morning and took an early leave to prepare. Instead of locking her bedroom door and rotting in bed, Annabeth hobbled over to her best friend's house for a night with no sleep and a bag full of candy, ready to binge watch Disney classics till the sun peeks through the windows. 

It’s an annual event, one that follows a 10 year tradition; One the same day every year, Annabeth and Grover have a sleepover, in which they total approximately two hours of sleep and six hours of movies. 

It’s supposed to be fun, and Annabeth does find it fun. But for the last two years, it’s been different. Tainted. Scarred. And Grover knows this, but will never say it out loud. 

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

He’ll make her say instead. 

She’s not surprised at the question. Really, it was inevitable. Grover knows what joy looks like, and he knows what a lack of it looks like on Annabeth. She could feel his eyes observing her as she stared at Lilo and Stitch without a single tear rolling down her cheek. He can always count on her to sing along with Gaston, but not a peep left her lips. He knows how emotional the Little Mermaid gets you, but he couldn’t hear a sniffle from her. 

She doesn’t bother turning her head to face him. She won’t let him see the silent tear trails on her face. “You already know.”

Does he ever wonder?

Does he ever wonder like I do?

About the memories he’s left behind on a whim, in the hopes for a dream that was miles away. Away from the town he’s been in since he could babble a few incoherent words, towards a city filled with unfamiliar faces Away from the town he can only remember by your name. 

About the memories that haunt her at night, but they swear they’re here to keep her at ease. They should be comforting, but they’re holding her tight enough to be suffocating. 

Maybe they’ll let her sleep tonight if she cries a bit. Just a teeny bit. 

Before she knows it, her eyes are teary. Grover feels her shift on the makeshift bed the two made on the ground. “You good?”

Nights spent on the phone talking about forever, an eternity that would only last a little over a year. Had the word stayed true to its meaning, she wouldn’t have hated it. Spending forever with him. She’d sigh and tell him this in hushed whispers as she’d lay in bed with her phone beside her pillow, and he’d giggle a bit. If she wasn’t too caught up with the idea of eternity with him, she would’ve realized that he’d never reply with confirmation. That he thinks about it too, that her idea of forever exists in the realm of possibility. 

Did he ever toy with forever like I had?

She doesn’t respond to the silent boy next to her, who waits for some kind of response. There’s a pile of memories clogged in her blue veins, and they choose tonight to flow properly. 

And so she does what she knows best. 

Lie. 

“I’m good.”

Her memories unravel themselves quickly. They’re only a few years old, but they’ve learned fast.  Really, they’re not evil in nature – sneaking out at one in the morning to see him at a park near her house, writing exclamations of love into his skin during class, holding his hand as he walks her home – but they’re sharp. Short strands, but they have an edge to them. They know where to poke her, where to prod, where to stab. Like shards of glass, meeting her chest with good aim. 

(But it doesn’t seem like an issue. She’d relive them in her head regardless of the pain.)

It doesn’t take Grover long to realize that she won’t say anything more than that. Instead of pushing for an answer, he lazily turns his body to face her. “I miss him too, y’know.”

And that’s what makes Annabeth break. 

Because it’s not just her – it’s Grover, her cousin, and more importantly, his best friend. The boy he’d known way before you, since the two were in pre-school, squalling nonsense that only made sense to them. Brothers who knew each other better than themselves (though Grover would argue that he never really knew him). 

Grover’s hurt too, and it makes everything hurt more. 

She’s sobbing before she knows it, staining her cheeks and pillow in the process. It’s an unmapped cry that escapes her, one that doesn’t sound like her. She tries to pin it on something – regret, distaste, sorrow – yet it doesn’t land quite right. Must be something ugly, something that can only exist in a person who’s come across Percy Jackson.

“It’s been two years,” she manages through the tears. “And I’m still feeling like this.”

“I know.” Grover comforts her. She’ll never know it, but the tears he holds back are only for her. 

“He doesn't even think about us. And I know he did it for himself, for his career, for his family, but it’s just… I don't know–”

“You feel greedy,” Grover tries to grasp. “for wanting him to stay–”

“No, that’s not it!” she barely recognizes the noise that’s coming out her throat. Is this what her memories have done? Turned her into a foreigner of her own voice? “That's not even what I wanted! I just – I just wanted him to tell me… and to tell you…”

…that he was leaving. Not that he didn’t – he did, just on the day of. 

That’s one memory that she can’t unravel. She doesn’t remember how her day started, or how the conversation came about. All she recalls is the moment he said, “I have to leave.”

The rest is a blur. She remembers looking at him incredulously, as if he was joking. She remembers arguing with him, angry at him for choosing to tell her now, when his ride to the big apple was an hour away. She remembers watching him leave, his shoulders slouched as he walked away from the ruins of their relationship. 

She wonders what remains of her now. In his mind, perhaps he only remembers a lousy town with a girl with perpetual mascara running down her face. Maybe he remembers her name, not her face. Maybe she’s a distant memory that he can’t bother to recall, not when he’s at the peak of his career. 

Years pass, and so do her emotions. Hatred has dissolved in her heart, but she’s sure she can build it back up if she wants to. She’s more understanding, that maybe it was for the best. Sure, she wishes he executed things better. But she gets it – Percy was a boy with dreams. And she, better than most people, should know what it means to reach for them. 

It means to sacrifice the things you love the most – and maybe, it was proof that he did love her, at least back then. If that were the case, she wishes that she wasn’t on the top of the list. 

Maybe nothing of her remains, and that’s what scares her the most. Especially when his everything is engraved in her. 

It’s been exactly two years since the day he left, yet the realization only settles in her bones now – she’s afraid that she’s worth nothing more than dust to the boy who once loved her from the sun and back. 

The truth is, Percy wonders too much.

His ‘friends,’ if that’s what he could call them, told him the night was still young. To be clear, it was an hour past midnight, and Percy just wanted to crash at his hotel room. 

To be even clearer, he didn’t know these guys well. He's seen a few of them in that new movie with vampires, and the others are fellow singers whose songs he’s heard far too many times. They smile on the red carpet, baring their fancy looks for the cameras, and wipe the smiles off their faces as soon as they take a step off it. He thinks it’s fair – he’s done the same today – but it doesn’t excuse them from being absolute assholes to everyone who isn’t an A-list celebrity. 

Of course, Percy doesn’t fit in the category of nobodies for them. He’s topping the charts with every new release and bagging every award he’s been nominated for. To the famous clique, he’s one of them, just haven’t been acquainted yet. 

So when Percy happened to have a table near theirs, they invited themselves over with a bottle of alcohol that he swears was not on the menu. 

Percy knew nobody besides Jason, his first friend in the industry, and his only friend at this event. He'd really been hoping that he and Jason could leave without anyone noticing. Like the incredible actor he was, his friend called Percy’s manager and convinced her that the two of them were actually feeling sick. 

“Never going to a gala again,” Jason groans as they enter the hotel lobby. “That was terrible.”

“Yeah,” Percy mumbles. “I just wanna crash right now.”

Percy has never been a man of many words, Jasons noticed. He’s still the shy boy from the small town, even when he has to smile at the paparazzi that followed him practically everywhere. But today in particular, Percy hasn’t been talking much.

Despite the obvious lack of words from the raven haired boy, Jason says nothing. Even as they head up the elevator, the two stand in silence. It’s comfortable, but it’s different from their usual fall of words. Percy’s eyes are closed, not in concentration, but in an exhaustion that Jason can’t seem to pinpoint. 

Jason doesn’t know anything about the town Percy left behind two years ago. He doesn’t know that today marks two years since he’s left it behind, and wouldn’t understand the weight that it holds, even if Percy were to tell him. 

He’s been wanting to ask if something is wrong for the past few hours, and so he finally does. He's not expecting much, but Percy looks at him as if he’s finally hit his tipping point. 

And that’s how Jason finds himself in Percy’s hotel room, having been dragged into the room by his older friend. He’s concerned, surprised by the sudden emotional act Percy’s put on. 

“It’s just…” he heaves as he sits down on his bed. “It's been a long day.”

An understatement at its finest. He knew what awaited him – beyond the gala, there was his family. Sure, they’ve been on good terms, great even, but the weight of his ticket back home seems to weigh the room down. There’s his friends from back home, whose texts pile up on his phone (which Percy ignores). 

And then there’s Annabeth. Clouding his thoughts before he woke up, appearing in his dreams and haunting him before he could take his first breath of the day. 

It’s a given, he thinks, knowing that he’s made peace with everything else back in town. His parents were always supportive, his friends came to understand. But there’s a distance of time and heart between Annabeth and him, and the fact that it’s tainted his perception of who she is now has him begging God to shrink him into nothing. 

So his day was rough. He can’t recall a moment where he didn’t feel an ache in his chest. 

“Wanna talk about it?”

Percy fiddles with the bottom of his tie, rolling the material between his fingers. “well…”

He does, but the last thing he wants to do is say her name out loud. 

“It's been two years since I left my hometown,” he mumbles. It’s easier to say than I broke up with my girlfriend two years ago and haven’t gotten over it since. 

“I see.” Jason says, though he doesn’t really get it. He grew up in the city, and even though the two boys are practically the same, there’s a difference in experience between them. Where Percy grew up was vastly different from this place, so Jason tries to understand. “You miss it?”

“Mhm. I miss my parents, and…”

And Annabeth.

“There's something bugging you,” Jason notes with a frown on his face. “You can tell me, y’know. I won't judge.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you… it’s just complicated, I guess.”

“Well,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I'm all ears.”

Percy doesn’t know what to say. But since his friend’s standing there, leaning against his dresser and waiting for him to speak, he supposes he has to spit it out at some point. 

“Just… thinking about someone.”

“A girl?”

He goes silent for a second too long and Jason panics. “Oh, is it a guy–”

“No, no. It’s my girlfr– well, ex-girlfriend.”

He nods in sympathy. He’s never been in a relationship, but he can imagine how hard breakups can be. “Yhings were rough, I’m guessing?”

Nothing was rough, actually. Things were as perfect as they could possibly be. 

The two were enemies as kids. He remembers bits and pieces – young Annabeth kicking sand in his face, swearing that she’d never go close enough to catch cooties from him. 7-year-old Percy splashing water in her face (read: soaking her with a water bottle) and running away before she could tell his mom. Swore that they’d never be friends unless it rained cows. 

Except things didn’t go as planned; she ended up dating him through highschool, and he ended up leaving her at the end of it. 

“I guess you could say that. We broke up the day I left town.”

Percy doesn’t tell him that it was because of him, or that it happened right before he was leaving for the train station. He doesn’t mention how he was feeling blue for his first year here, and that even though it’s past one year, he feels sick at any memory of you. He doesn’t even say her name, because the weight of his guilt lays heavy on the vowels and it’s too much to bear. 

Instead, Percy does exactly what Jason wanted – unpack how he feels. He lets his feelings escape the lid, listens to them pour out without caring about how selfish he sounds, how terribly hoarse his voice is. 

Annabeth always seems to do this to him. A single memory of her has him feeling like he’s eighteen again. Every memory of that time leads to a dead end, and though a small part of him wishes he could forget her, his mind tends to run back to that time. 

It's incredibly stupid of him to miss her when he was the one who left. He knows this, but can’t help but indulge in the longing he feels. 

And by the time he’s done talking, there’s a box of tissues in his lap and Jason beside him, patting his back as if it could erase every bad emotion he’s feeling.

Jason’s at a loss for words. He didn’t know, but he feels like he should’ve. He should’ve connected the dots when he caught Percy reading old text messages a few days. He should’ve gotten the hint when he saw Percy standing next to another girl as if he was a stiff tree. He should’ve caught on to how his friend never liked to talk about relationships, excusing it as something he wasn’t interested in, despite his unrivaled passion for romcoms.

Percy loves torturing himself by thinking about Annabeth, but talking about her is the opposite – any mention of her seems to bring the mood down for not just him, but everyone around him. The weight of her name is so heavy, it’s a burden on anyone who knows your situation with him. 

It's especially terrible when your Annabeth is inscribed in his heart, his veins adorned with engravings of her. The vessels are shrinking under her load, pressing his chest and squeezing his throat. 

With every mention to Jason, her name escaping his lips makes the weight increase. 

It's been exactly two years since the day he left, yet his heart feels heavier than before. 

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[snakxreader]

With the silly spooky Halloween day coming up in like- 2 days- can we get a silly little story where Triffany, Wambus, and the Reader watch a horror movie? Maybe 2 movies even? And then later on, they cuddle in the middle of the night on the couch because at least one of them had a nightmare?

A/N: I HAD TO STRUGGLE TO KEEP MY EYES AWAKE BUT. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! I GOT IT DONE!! Thank you everyone for being so so patient with me despite everything, I honestly don’t deserve it ^^’. As a treat, I did something a little extra as a joke.

Ooc Spoilers for the fic:

I’d say I’m sorry…but I’m really not lmaooo

Wambus x Triffany x Reader (Halloween Movie Night)

“I dunno why I let y’all talk me into this…”

“Come on, Wamby! It’ll be fun! I’ve heard good things about this movie! It’s supposed to be really good!”

Wambus still scowls, drumming nervously on the couch with his fingers, while Triffany tried to soothe him. You, meanwhile, was trying to find the movie on your streaming services, finally stumbling upon it on Peacock.

“Finally…” You groan, before turning to face your partners with an ecstatic expression. “Alright, darling, honey, welcome to the movie adaptation of one of the best horror franchises in the known world…..Five Nights at Freddy’s!”

You’re not a stranger to the franchise. You came across it randomly one day and found the idea so interesting that you binged playthroughs of all of the games. Your partners, while not really that understanding of it, have seen your dedication of it and respect it. When the movie was first announced, it was actually Triffany who suggested you all watch together.

Wambus was….less thrilled about the idea.

He wasn’t a big horror movie fan. Or a horror fan period. Never did good with the subject. You had to plead with him to watch the movie with nhim. And by plead, you just gave him puppy dog eyes until he caved in. Worth it though, as now you get to cuddle nest to the cutest Grumpuses in the world and watch a movie you’ve been exicted for ages.

“I still don’t see the point in watchin’ this…” Wambus grumbled, as you plopped next to him. “Why don’t we do somethin’ like..give out candy to kids on Halloween? Why we gotta watch blood and gore all the dang time.”

You patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Awww….it’s ok, you can hold our hands if you get scared.”

Unfortunately for Wambus, months of knowing him have made any sort of glare at you ineffective to getting you to back off. Instead, you just gave his cheek a nuzzle, feeling his fur bristle and hearing the little deep grumbling as he blushes.

“I don’t think it's gonna be that bad, actually.” Triffany interjects. “Last I’ve heard, it’s more a thriller than anythin’.” She says, throwing a blanket around all of you. Wambus still huffs but looks slightly more relieved. He leans on her shoulder as you press the play button, resting your head on Wambus’s arm, before he tucks you under it.

True to Triffany’s word, the movie is more thriller than actual slasher or psychological horror. Of course, the horror that was there, was in your opinion, perfectly executed, and well done. The retro, early 90s vibe it was trying to give added to the aspect and it made the experience all that more memorable.

Triffany was probably the most invested out of all of you, having been invested in the game’s timeline since you told her about it. She spent the movie trying to link the events there to what she had heard from you or seen about. The things that didn’t add up with the orginal were major, but she appericated the side plot between the two main characters, her cooing at the events.

Wambus was incredibly jittery and silent, almost jumping out of his body at the slightest fright. He yelped at every jumpscare, holding onto you and his wife’s hands tightly, so a sense of comfort. You both are more than willing to hold him right the whole movie, helping the brusque man through some of the harsher scenes. And somewhere along the way, he began to ease up a little.

When all was said and done, you three had all decently enjoyed yourselves, though one of you only enjoyed the close time with his partners. Regardless, drowsiness eventually overtook and you headed to bed, snuggled right in-between Wambus and Triffany.

You woke up one a.m. to an almost empty bed, devoid of one of the partners you were snuggled against. Groaning, you pulled yourself away from whoever was spooning you, albeit unwillingly, and headed out of the bedroom. In the distance, you could hear the living room television go off, alerting you to a presence in the house. Quietly and slowly, you step down the stairs towards the sound of the television, to find a familiar blue lug in front of it. He looked exhausted, weary eye bags under his face as he muttered to himself. You quietly sat next to him, causing him to jolt in shock before seeing your face.

“Hi Wamby…” You murmured, slipping his hand into yours.

“I’m sorry I woke ya.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You reassure him. “You ok?”

Wambus fell silent. You didn’t make him talk. Wambus still had struggles opening up about his emotions, even to you and Triffany. “….You’ll laugh.” He finally laments.

“Never.” Your voice is firm and steady. You’d never laugh at him over something that was clearly bothering him.

He sighed. “I had. A nightmare about that stupid movie. Getting chased by one of those dumb animatronics.”

“Oh hon.” You gently snort, and backtrack when you see his hurt face. “Not like that. It’s just, your nightmares are really common with this franchise.”

Wambus blinked. “…Really?” He rasped. You nodded. “I’ve…actually had a few myself.”

“You? You didn’t even flinch at the deaths and gore!”

“Once, I had a dream where I was chased by Foxy all the way down our block.” You said, reliving the event and rubbing Wambus’s back. “I was, like, pissing myself scared. Looking back, it’s kind of funny.”

The farmer seemed to relax a bit, groaning deeply. You didn’t press, simply basking in the silence of the TV. The creaking of the stairs and floorboard break it.

“What’re ya two doing up so late….?” Triffany yawns, sliding right next to you and dealing her arms around Wambus.

“Bad dream.”

“Ock-“ Triffany cuddles closer to Wambus. “I’m sorry dear, you want to talk about it?”

Wambus yawned. “….I was being chased and cornered by that stupid bear.”

“Sorry, hun. Do you want us to stay with you tonight on the couch?”

Wambus hesitated. “…That. Would be nice, yes.”

The blanket from earlier is once more draped across you three, everyone shifting into comfortable positions while the television blared. You three watched the show on there, some late night gane show.

“….Thank you.” You heard Wambus mumble, drowsy in his tone. “I love you two so much.”

“Always sweetheart. We love ya too.” Triffany says, as you nod in agreement.

After a minute, you can hear the soft snores of Wambus as Triffany snorts lovingly. “Must've been exhausted, big goof.” She turns to you. “You should rest up too, hun.”

“Triffs, I’m fi-”

“Shhhh.” She stroked your fur, and immediately you melted into her. Damn your weak spots. “Go back to bed hun….just ease your mind….”

You don’t even remember your eyes closing before you pass out.

#bugsnax #bugsnax x reader #wambus troubleham #triffany lottablog #wambus troubleham x reader #triffany lottablog x reader #triffany x wambus #triffany x wambus x reader #I wish I could’ve written triffy more but I’m ridiculously unconfident about writing her well #I hope at least I got the accent ^^’ #happy halloween #!!! <3

[demonicdames]

A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I'm going to throw here to. Rated: E F/M Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Part 1 Part 2

Chapter 3: F, is for friends who-

The weekend was finally here and you had planned to relax and stay in binge-watch your favorite shows and eat junk food, okay well maybe not too much junk food but a fair amount! and better yet you were gonna spend it with your bestie Copia it had felt like forever since you last spent time with him, not since he gave you that folder- when you had taken a quick peek into it there was nothing but invoices and receipts you partly started to think Imperator was fucking with you.

The folder was put away when you heard a knock at your door the being on the other side was of course Copia, who greeted you with a hug he'd brought so many tasty treats. Both of you flopped down onto your couch snuggling up together and settling on some old cheesy rom-com that the both of you could laugh and poke fun at.  None of you accounted for there to be an exceptionally steamy part of the movie in which you two could barely make eye contact while the characters on the television screen went at it. It took you a full two minutes until you remembered that your remote had a mute button. 

"Well that was-." You turned your attention to Copia your next words died in your throat seeing the tent the Cardinal was now sporting, only when he noticed that you were looking did he grab one of the pillows that you kept on your couch to cover his lap with. A laugh exited your mouth and you immediately felt bad considering the gooey mess that was currently between your legs.  "I... I.. I.. I-." He paused to swallow hard, hard enough for you to hear and see his Adam's apple bounce. " I better uh..uh... I better go and take care of this b-before we continue the movie, sì? yes?."  Without letting you answer Copia went to get up the pillow still held over his lap. "I could help you." You suddenly heard your voice say it was like it acted on its own, Copia paused and turned like he usually did on stage you swore he was going to take a tumble, his face flush jaw moving as he attempted to find his own words the poor man looked like a horny fish standing there. 

You giggled rolling your eyes and reaching out taking the pillow from his gloved hands your finger hooked into the waistband of his red lounge pants tugging him closer, his lips parted just slightly mismatched eyes wide, you had this poor man in a trance.  part of you didn't know where this bold bravery came from as you tugged his pants and boxers down just enough for his erection to pop free. "Sor-Sor-Sorella.. you know you don-don't have-."  His words were cut off by a shaky gasp, your tongue slowly running over his cock head Copias hands grabbed at your shoulders to steady himself his face twisted in pleasure, he was sensitive, oh so sensitive and it was a well-known fact that he didn't have a special someone, always buried in paperwork or getting hounded on by Sister Imperator or Nihil, he never had time it seemed. oh, your poor dear friend. 

Copia gave another shuttering breath as you sucked him into your mouth swallowing him down halfway. "C-Cazzo-."  He cursed his legs moving to gain some more stability as you swallowed him completely down your nose pressed against his body, Copia whimpered as your hands reached up to cup and massage his ass squeezing each cheek.  "Your-your mouth feels so good mio caro." The cardinal moaned eyes closed, at that moment you felt your phone buzz in your pocket having silenced it for the movie, while sucking your friend off your eyes glanced at the screen after fishing it out. 

One new message from: Secondo

Txt: Sorella, I know it is your day off but I will be needing your assistance in the office.  Taking Copia deep into your throat you texted back quickly.  Txt: Can't sorry spending day with friend already planned sorry

your phone was placed back into your pocket your attention now fully on Copia, you'd be lying if you said his moans didn't turn you on more or the whimpery Italian babble falling past his lips. You pulled back panting his cock falling free from your mouth the cardinal grunting at the loss, "You know Copia." You started as your fingers ran along his throbbing need.  "Y-Yes sorella?." He asked his chest still heaving. "I do have condoms in my room." The next moment you both were kissing feverishly down the hall toward your room articles of clothing marking the path from couch to room, you pushed Copia down onto your bed watching both him and his cock bounce on impact before going through your nightstand finding one of the foil wrapped contraceptives, you could feel Copias hand rub over the swell of your ass as you tore it open.

Straddling his hips you worked the slick rubber over the Cardinal's cock, sweet Lucifer you needed him inside of you, you could feel your slick walls throb in excitement lifting your hips you sank onto him slowly feeling his cock stretch you have to pause a moment before settling on him. "Oh fuck." Your voice was breathless 'Having a big dick had to be a dominant fucking gene' crossed your mind feeling hands slide up to rest on your hips.  "T-Tesoro are you- okay?." You have no idea why that made your chest throb at the concern in his mismatched eyes 'it's was just sex, just sex, friendly sex' you thought to yourself as you nodded. "I am I am." You breathed hands resting on him as you moved your hips gasping his name, okay perhaps you could just pretend at least for a little while. Your moans grew louder as Copia's hips arched to meet each of your thrusts your bed below creaking and groaning. 

Copia pulled you down into a kiss, one that grew even more feverish than before as he rolled you both over settling you under him. You were about to see a side of this man that you didn't know existed as he grabbed your hips his thrusts growing faster and harder hitting at your core, abusing your poor cervix with each slam. 

 "Cazzo...cazzo- cara mia you take my dick so well." Copia panted hooking his hands behind your knees and bringing your knees up, the new position seeming to allow him to get deeper cursing your hands moved to grab at the sheets of your bed, you could feel that pressure winding up. "I-I'm cl- cloooossee!." You moaned voice bouncing each time Copias hips collided with yours.   "Yes yes, Tesoro cum with me!." Copia gasped out his thrusts becoming erratic until you both met your ends your back arching off the bed crying the cardinal's name out into the night. He had to catch his breath before pulling out of you and disposing of the filled condom, rolling to the side you expected him to get dressed and leave like Secondo but you were shocked into silence as he climbed back into bed with you his bare chest pressed against your back an arm laid over you, wrapped around you a lazy kiss being pressed against your neck making you giggle and twitch at the tickle of his mustache. 

This was something... entirely new being enveloped in his warmth, held close and not falling asleep in a cold bed, blinking your eyes slowly closed as sleep took hold of you, out in the living room an unread text read. 'Very well then, I expect to see you tomorrow Sorella.'

--- To be Continued--

#cardinal copia #copia #cardinal copia x Reader #cardinal Copia x F!Reader #Copia x Reader #Copia x F!Reader #Papa Emeritus II #Papa Emeritus 2 #Ghost #GhostAU #my writing #X Reader #x F!Reader #smut

[writingduhh]

HIHIHIHI

So first is just wanna say I love your work and it feeds my depleted brain so well.

second I was wondering if you could a a jschlatt x Reader where Reader hates the holidays/christmas because of past trauma and family stuff, and schlatt makes her see that the holidays are great?

thank youuuuuu

Hi there!!! Thanks so much Omh you just made my day, I’m glad I can help a fellow depleted brain 😩 <3

Hope these are what you were looking for! <3

▷ Once Schlatt becomes aware of your hate for Christmas he makes it his goal to ensure you have at least one fun or non traumatic holiday season.

▷ He doesn’t force anything on you. Rather, he tries a more slow and subtle approach.

▷ He starts with trying to make every day leading up until Christmas/Holidays a fun adventure.

▷ He encourages you to be open about your feelings and dislike for the holiday season. He’s always willing to lend an ear and shoulder to cry/lean on.

▷ He shares funny stories about his holiday mishaps through the years, lightening to mood and making you laugh

▷ He would take you skating, out to your favorite restaurants, to the movies, or even just spend an entire day binge watching movies with you

▷ He usually tries to find a not so holiday targeted activity until he knows you can tolerate more themed activities

▷ As a way for you to escape the hustle and bustle of the holiday rush, Schlatt keeps the decoration in the house to a minimum.

▷ Cozy lighting, minimal holiday decoration, calming scents, these are just a few of the things he does to keep the house your safe spot.

▷ Slowly the two of begin to create your own traditions, things that helped you find joy in the season you had previously so much hate for.

▷ He takes you back home from Christmas. His family immediately takes you in as one of their own, becoming second family.

▷ On Christmas morning you wake up to the opposite of an empty tree. There are multiple gifts addressed to you.

▷ Christmas morning was spent tearing into your gifts and watching family open their gifts all the while cuddled up by Schlatts side.

▷ Being aware of your situation Schlatt ensured a stress and arguing free day. Not that he needed to intervene, everyone was already happy and considerate.

▷ For new years Schlatt surprised you with dinner reservations at the best restaurant, ordering you favorite foods and dessert

▷ You both tuned into the Times Square countdown, experiencing it from the comfort of your own home.

“Y/n hurry it’s starting!” Schlatt calls from the living room, the ball beginning to descend on the TV

“I’m here!” You call, running into the living room and grabbing his extended hand.

“5”

“4”

“3”

“2”

“1”

“Happy new year!!” You both shouted, leaning in to kiss one another.

“You know I never thought I’d say this, but I’m actually excited for next holiday season.” You admit, Schlatts arm snug around your waist.

“I’m so glad.”

“And it’s all thanks to you, thank you.” You sincerely spoke

#chuckle sandwich #chuckle sammy #ted nivison #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt hcs #jschlatt imagines #jschlatt x you #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fanfic #schlatt x you #schlatt imagine

[cosmic-waves7]

Rainy day with Izuku Midoriya

Note: I had nearly zero expectations for this post but now I'm finished with it and I think it's my top favourite that I've ever written. Pls give her a lot of love, I worked hard on this one (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)

Warnings..(?): Heavily unedited, not really warning but Bakugo, Kirishima, Todoroki, Ochaco, Mina, Tsuyu have a bit of a cameo moment. Also lots of fluff.

Blankets, blankets and more blankets.

It was an unspoken agreement that you two didn't intend to leave the bed at all today unless the world was about to collapse.

Most of the day was spent tracing scars, changing bandages if needed and pressing soft kisses to warm skin.

Well...mostly warm since you had an anNOYING habit of shoving your cold feet under him while he squirmed away in anguish.

''You can't escape me, you shall feel the icy cold wrath of my toes!"

"nO-"

Izuku even finished up the remainder of his homework on his bed for once.

Something that even if it took a couple of minutes to do, he always insisted to finish up on his desk.

Today was different though, it was chilly, the windows were a bit frosted and rain pounded incessantly on the sturdy roofs of the dorm buildings.

There was definitely no classes or training that would be commencing today.

Which although the whole 'no training' ordeal upset deku quite a bit, that little issue was immediately fixed with the realization that it meant a whole day spent in your arms.

Yes. He did squeal internally at this revelation.

And spend the whole day in your arms he did. Snuggled up all toasty and warm in his (thankfully now updated to forest green) bed. You simply couldn't stand the idea of having so many allmight figurines, posters and other merch staring at you in the comfort of his room.

He was growing a bit tedious of all the teasing he was getting from his classmates beacuse of it anyway and he'd outgrown it a bit too so now his room was a lovely mix of greens, browns and greys.

Don't worry, he probably has a secret vault stashing all of his merch somewhere in UA. His whole class has tried to search for it only to come up empty handed while he denies it even exists but cackles madly to himself about how they'll never find it.

Now nestled comfortably on plush pillows, the next hours were spent binging movies and shows - quite a few that allmight has been mentioned in - and playing board games galore.

Even trying to throw bits of candy and other snacks into each others mouths.

Side note: turns out there's one thing other than someone messing with his allmight figurines that pisses Izuku off, that thing in question turned out to be losing at board games.

He was such a sore, sucky, loser.

Bakugo can attest to that statement wholeheartedly.

He gets real quiet and whines about it to you so much so that you can't help but giggle.

You even suggested twisters as well which had him flushed in absolute crimson but he nodded in a very shy affirmative yes.

Anyway.

After a while the rainstorm was easing up a bit but wasn't slowing anytime soon but you were running out of patience.

"Can we please play in the rain?"

"No."

"Please 'zuku."

"no pretty, can't have you getting sick."

"How about now-"

"nO."

So while Izuku was setting up another movie to watch - all your favourite snacks neatly stacked in place - you shrugged on a thick coat and scarf then bolted out of his room.

Snagging a pair of boots on your way out with the tell tail sign of green light crackling behind you, an indication that your freckled boyfriend was hot on your trail and on the brink of losing it at your stupidity.

"You can't go outside, I won't let you," You heard him shriek.

"That's what you think."

You knew there was no way he'd let you out to play in the rain.

This is Deku we're talking about. He'd Jump into a volcano for you no questions asked, but have an entire mental breakdown over you accidentally getting a paper cut.

Escaping his grip would be the only option, but with blackwhip on his side you had to be strategic or you could kiss that sweet nip of cold air and splashing water goodbye.

This was a time sensitive mission.

But you were determined to play in the rain whether he liked it or not.

Luckily you had taken on a few helpers for this mission to be successful.

"GET HIM."

That was all it took for Uraraka and Mina to start pushing pre-prepared floating furniture in the green hero's way and for Tsuyu to whip out her frog tougue, trying to nab at Midorya.

You could see blackwhip's tendrils peeking from your peripherals, trying to snatch you up and at the same time push off the offending furniture.

You rounded the corner, nearly slipping beacuse of your fuzzy socks while hastily scampering past a baffled Shoto and Katsuki.

"What's going on here, huh?," You could hear Bakugo's rough voice shout.

But there was no time to explain with freedom right at your fingertips.

Three seconds left...

"Grab her Todoroki!"

Not even Shoto's ice could get you.

Two seconds...

"Kacchan!"

"On it, idiot."

One second...

You could feel the heat from Bakugo's explosions, smell the pop and sizzle.

You anticipated as much.

It's the reason you had one last helper left for the grand finale.

"Kirishima now!"

"I'm sorry bro."

Your red haired friend catapulted into the furious blonde, knocking him out clean mid-air, with a last angered yelp lord explosion murder was down.

Hurling open the large wooden oak doors with an expertly placed sweeping kick, modelled after a fighting move that came from your boyfriend himself, you were free.

Free I tell you!

You were cheering loudly with your arms flung up in the air, almost hysterical with laughter and you skipped onto the wet open grounds with your boots secured firmly on your feet.

The rain was a bit heavy but closer to a drizzle than before as you spun and jumped into puddles, water splashing and rivulets of the cold liquid ran down any small bits of exposed of skin.

Izuku couldn't help himself. You were positively glowing even under the rain, all bright smiles and bubbling laughter.

He'd already grabbed his own coat while chasing you and all it took was an obnoxiously large umbrella off the racks near the entrance to follow you out.

The worry of you getting sick had long left him, he'd happily nurse you back to health anyway.

The water slowed it's dripping off the bridge of your nose as a familiar shadow loomed over you. Pivoting around, you were in fight or flight mode, ready to defend your 'playing-in-the-rain-privilege' at all costs.

Your stance immediately crumbled at the warm look on his face. Deku nuzzled you into his chest, whispering jokingly that this is the last time he'll ever trust you while you both swayed in slow circles to a silent rhythm.

The echoing sounds of a seething Bakugo and a sheepish Kirishima from the short distance of the dorms' ground floor.

The girls most definitely had a whole albums worth of photos to send to the class groupchat showing the both of you out in the rain.

<3

#headcannons #anime #fiction #fluff #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #izuku midoriya headcanons #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku #deku x reader

[allthingsfangirl101]

Teacher’s Pet–Joe Keery

A/N: This one is in honor of me finishing my first year teaching!

I walked into our apartment, my bags falling to the ground with a loud thump. I kicked off my shoes and hung my keys by the door.

"Y/N? Babe, is that you?"

"Yeah," I answered shakily. "It's me."

"You're home late."

"Yeah, we umm. . . We had a staff meeting after school and then I had to finish some grading and planning and. . . and crying."

When that last word came out, I looked up to see Joe walking into the hallway. His eyes softened as he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me.

I buried my face in his chest as tears started silently streaming down my face. He tightened his arms around me and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Your favorite chicken dish is in the oven and I already have a bottle of wine open," he whispered. "We can spend the whole night binge-watching every Sandra Bullock movie we own. And then we can do something that will make us feel like we're in high school again."

I giggled when as he said that last activity, Joe slid his hands down my back and slipped them into my back pockets. I looked up at him and teasingly chewed on my bottom lip. I snaked my arms up his chest and around his neck.

"That is exactly what I need to get my mind off of work."

                                * * * * *

This was my first year teaching and to say it was kicking my ass would be an understatement. After four years of schooling, teaching wasn't what I thought it would be. By the end of the day, I'm exhausted. I come home with no energy to do anything. If it wasn't for Joe, I'd completely fall apart.

I woke up the next morning to the sun shining through our window. I rolled over but sat up when the other side of the bed was empty. I got out of bed and walked downstairs. I leaned against the door frame and watched Joe make us breakfast.

It was amazing how much I loved this man. We've been dating for over two years. At our one-year mark, we moved in together and we didn't look back.

Joe turned around holding two plates and smiled at me. "Morning," he greeted.

"Morning," I smiled.

I walked over as he placed our plates on the kitchen table. He turned towards me and pulled me into his chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I instantly started kissing him back. We pulled apart when we couldn't breathe.

"Happy Saturday," he whispered.

"Happy Saturday," I chuckled.

Joe and I spent the morning eating breakfast as we talked about Joe's show.

"Y/N," he sighed, using the tone that always meant he was going to start talking about my work. "I love you, but I hate seeing you like this. You come home exhausted every day, baby. You come home so defeated, it breaks my heart."

"I love teaching," I shrugged, "it's just not what I expected."

"You've been working yourself so hard," he started, "I still don't understand why you won't. . ."

"Joe," I interrupted him. "Honey, we've had this conversation at least a hundred times. Please, can we not have it again?"

"Yes, we have to," he sighed. "Y/N, if you take a break, it could help."

"And I've told you that I can't take a break, Joe. Things are crazy and. . ."

"Y/N, you can't keep going on like this," Joe said, officially getting frustrated. "If you do, you could pass out. For crying out loud, Y/N, you barely eat. You don't eat in the morning. I know you only take nuts or fruit for lunch so you can grade or lesson plan while you eat. And I watch you at dinner. You barely eat. The last thing I want is to get a call from your school saying you passed out during class. I couldn't risk losing you."

I jumped when he quickly stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. Right before he grabbed our plates, he paused. I looked down to see that I had only taken two bites of my omelet. He sighed before taking my plate and throwing my omelet away.

Joe went over to the sink and started angrily washing our plates. I slowly stood up and walked over to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned my chin on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "But they say that the first year is the roughest. There are only five weeks left of school. Things will start to calm down soon."

                                * * * * *

When the bell rang, I let out a sigh of relief as the kids started to leave. Once they were all out of my room, I leaned my elbows on my desk and put my head in my hands.

I took a few short breaths. Each breath that I let out, slowly sounded more like holding back a sob.

"Ms. Y/L/N, can we talk about my grade?"

My head snapped up but I smiled when I saw Joe leaning against my doorway. His smile dropped when he saw the look on my face. Joe quickly started walking toward me. He was already at my desk by the time I stood up.

As soon as he got to me, he pulled me into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to place a kiss on the top of my head.

"You need a break," he whispered.

"I can't," I stuttered. "We have state testing coming up and there is this crazy sub shortage."

I felt him shake his head as he shushed me. "I may or may not have already gotten you some time off."

"What?" I asked as I pulled out of his hold.

"I didn't just come to see you," he explained. "On my way in, I got chatting with Charlie."

"My principle?" I panicked.

"It wasn't bad," he tried to soothe. "We got to talking and I told him that I wanted to take you on a vacation but you didn't want to miss work. Charlie noted that you've been working your butt off and you deserved some time off."

"Joe," I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. "What did you do?"

"I got you a week off from work," he smiled cheekily at me.

"A whole week?" I stuttered.

"Yep!" He laughed. "And I have everything planned out."

"What did you have in mind?"

Joe smiled as he grabbed my hands. He sat on one of the student's desks and pulled me so I was standing between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I thought we could rent a beach house for the week," he started to explain. "It'll be on a private beach. We won't be bothered by my fans, your students, or creeps on the beach. We can get groceries on the way there and spend the whole week in a gorgeous house to ourselves and soak in some sun."

"That sounds amazing," I sighed, dreamily.

"Good," he smirked. "Because we leave right now. I already packed your suitcase."

                                * * * * *

I stood out on the balcony and closed my eyes, focusing on the sound of waves crashing on the sand. I didn't open my eyes when I felt Joe wrap his arms around my waist. I let out a small sigh when he started kissing my neck.

"Good morning," he whispered before going right back to kissing my neck.

"Morning," I moaned when he bit my ear lobe. "What do you um. . . What do you want to do today?"

"I don't care," he whispered as he switched sides. He pulled away and smirked at me as he pulled me closer into his chest. "We could stay in the hotel room all day."

"We can't," I laughed. "We already did that yesterday."

Joe and I decided to go to the beach and spend the day tanning and playing in the ocean. After lunch, we hit the jacuzzi at the hotel. We were taking a nap when I felt someone shake me awake. I opened my eyes to see Joe leaning on his elbow and staring down at me.

"Hey, baby," he whispered. "I wanted to wake you up so you'd have time to get ready."

"For what?" I asked sleepily.

"I got us reservations at this amazing restaurant right on the water," he said as he rolled over so he was hovering over me.

"I don't have to get ready just yet," I said in a teasing tone as I snaked my hands up his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled him closer to me and started kissing his neck.

"Baby," he moaned. "The reservations are at 7 o'clock."

I bit his neck, causing him to let out a loud groan. "And we both have to shower," he said shakily.

I broke the kiss and smirked up at him.

"We could save water."

Joe laughed as he sat up, pulling me with him. With our hands intertwined, Joe pulled me into our bathroom. He turned the water on and with his back to me, I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. He laughed as I started kissing his shoulder blades. Right before he turned around, I let my dress fall off my shoulders. He smirked before pulling me into the shower.

                                * * * * *

"This place is beautiful," I whispered as we walked into the beachside restaurant with our hands intertwined.

Joe leaned in and whispered in my ear, "It gets better."

He smirked as he pulled me and we followed the hostess. I glanced over at Joe as the hostess started to lead us outside.

"Joe," I whispered. "Where are we going?"

My question got stuck in my throat when we walked outside to see a beach gazebo gorgeously decorated.

"What is all of this?" I asked, my voice breaking. He pulled me into his chest and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. He broke the kiss with a small smile on his face.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Joe."

We ate a delicious meal in a beautiful setting. The whole night, I couldn't help but notice Joe staring at me strangely.

"Okay," I chuckled. "What is with you tonight?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, trying to come across as innocent.

"You've been staring at me weirdly," I said, my face burning.

"Because I love you," he said simply.

"Joe. . ." I cut myself off when he stood up. He sent me a strange smile before kneeling down.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. My breath got stuck in my throat when he pulled out a little blue box and opened it, revealing a beautiful yet simple ring.

"I love you," he said, his voice slightly breaking. "I can't imagine my life without you and I don't want to. I want to spend the rest of my life making you egg omelets. I want to spend the rest of my life making you smile. I want to spend the rest of my life over-worrying about your stress and anxiety. I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. So, Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

"Yes," I instantly said.

Joe smiled as he slipped the ring on my finger. I grabbed his hand as we stood up. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I had happy tears streaming down my face as our lips moved in sync. We broke the kiss and leaned our foreheads together.

"I love you, baby," he whispered.

"I love you too," I whispered back. "But I have one request."

"Anything, my darling fiancé," he teased as he tightened his arms around my waist.

"We can't have our wedding over the school year," I started to stutter. "We can do it this summer but it's only a few weeks away. We could wait until next summer but I don't know if you want to wait a year. But then again, you might be filming something. I guess we have winter break or spring break. But what if. . ."

Joe leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I couldn't help but smile as our lips moved in sync. He broke the kiss and smirked down at me.

"As I said," he whispered. "I want to spend the rest of my life over-worrying about your stress and anxiety."

"Good," I chuckled. "Cause there's a lot of it."

#joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #joe keery POV

[jaegonsmoon]

Still thinking if the zombie Au and how funny it'd be for someone to ask Luke "where's your brother?" Only for Jace to pop back up Luke 2 days later completely fine while dragging Aegon with him.

I waited to answer this for when I was in the mood to watch some ZA. And now I’ve spent the last two days binging zombie apocalypse movies/shows. I’m starting Fear The Walking Dead s1, since I haven’t seen it since it aired years ago and also catching up with The Last of Us. Gonna watch Zombieland next. I have a couple ideas brewing!!

You know who I see it truly being? Aegon. You know the girl played by Zoey Deutch in Zombieland 2? That’s how I picture Aegon in a ZA. He would be the bimbo that everyone thinks it’s dead each time and somehow appears out of nowhere just fine. Aegon is the luckiest bitch left alive, and he doesn’t know it! It’s the dumbest of lucks! He could be the cure and he doesn’t realise it. That would be hilarious. Like Murphy in Z Nation but make it ‘dumb blonde’. Everyone actually grows annoyed/used to it. Especially Jace because of course it always happens when he’s with him.

Imagine new groups of people joining them and they get surrounded by the dead. They make it out but leave Aegon behind and the new ones are scandalised but the Targs are just like *shrugs* “He’ll be fine!” And like six hours later Aegon pops in back to the camp like “sup bitches. I scored some liquor from an old truck!” His dumb luck starts rubbing off on Jace, cuz they’re always together.

Also, while watching TLOU I’ve had so many Lucemond thoughts!!!! 👀👀👀 A similar situation w Aemond as Joel and Luke as Ellie, anyone??? and a similar situation as well with Lucemond as Frank and Bill???

#I have a brainrot actually #lucemond #aemond x lucerys #jaegon #jacegon #aegon ii targaryen #jacerys x aegon #lucemond au #jacegon au

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The Best Cuddles

A nice fluff comfort piece featuring Kirishima X gn!Reader

You had just gotten back from possibly the most stressful day in your prohero life.The Hero Commision liked to work you to the bone.

You strip off your hero costume not going through the work of even putting it in the laundry basket.Kirishima wasn’t home yet.You take a shower,making sure the water was warm enough before getting in.

You spent longer then you usually did,just letting it hit your aching body before getting out you dried off and got into the comfiest clothes you owned.

“Hey pebble”You hear your tired boyfriend’s voice,as he walked into your shared house,before sighing,”I’m guessing patrol was rough today?”

“Yeah”You respond,”sorry I just had to get in the shower”

“Don’t worry about it,I understand.I’ll put this in the laundry and get into something more comfortable then we can cuddle.Sound good?”He asked.

You wondered what you did to deserve a man like him.”Yeah sounds really nice”

He gave a toothy smile in your direction,before grabbing what of your hero costume could be washed and put the rest of it up while putting his up and got into some sweatpants and a tanktop,always opting for the comfort option,before cuddling up next to you.

“So what ya wanna watch?”He asked

You told him and he turned it on,this turned into hours of binge watching different movies before both of you fell asleep.

#kirishima x gender neutral reader #gender neautral reader #fanfic #soft fanfic #mha fluff #mha fanfic idea #kirishima x you #kirishima ejiro x reader #kirishima fluff

[fan-mans]

I heard your taking hc requests, so I'd love to know how it would be like if little Mac spent time with any of the boxers (also happy belated birthday!)

Thanks! And sorry this is like a week late- I got busy lmao.

Anyways! Wee fun mac hc time!!

Joe: Mac and Joe hanging out would be 1 of 2 options. Either they're going to a small bookstore and then a coffee shop just to chill n read. Or Mac is dragging Joe to his friend's house so they can all watch scurry movies with his goth buds. No in between and both enjoy both options equally.

Kaiser: Field trip. Literally, that's it. Kaiser would treat Mac like one of his students and take him to a museum or something. Mind you, it isn't a BORING museum- probably something sports related if anything- but it's not exactly what Mac pictured when he asked to hang out. They also get pizza and ice cream for lunch :)

Disco: Hanging out at Disco's place and just playing. They spend most of the time being silly with instruments and then wind down with some Mario party or something.

Hippo: Mac would end up learning a new language OR they'd end up playing with all of Hippo's hot wheels. Hippo is a big linguistics guy and Mac likes to listen to people talk so Mac would just end up sitting quietly the whole time while Hippo infodumps stuff at him. Hippo would also feed him and let him play with the hot wheels in his house if he's careful.

Hondo: They'd make cosplays and watch anime together! Mac's a p observant guy so he'd pick up on Hondo's sewing machine, ask about it, and they'd end up building some Naruto stuff from spare fabric from there. Lotsa fun!! They'd also go to a bunch of sushi restruants and try all they're stuff- til they're sick at least lol.

Bear: Hiking and magic animal adventures the whole way! Mac's a city kid through and through so the woods freak him out a bit- good thing Bear and his animal friends are there to ease his fears! Mac also ends up learning a lot about the ecosystem and plant life around where Bear lives so bonus points for cool learning stuff.

Tiger: Tiger would probably bore Mac with trying to teach him chess at first before switching to showing him how he makes his music. He'd also convince the boy to watch mlp with him and they'd just binge it until Doc calls asking where his boy is. Tiger would probably accidentally teach Mac poker. Whoops.

Don: Don would take him to a street fair or a market and IMMEDIATELY lose him. He'd spend the next 5 hours trying to hunt him down and end up finding him less than a foot of where he last saw him. After that, hand-holding is mandatory. They'd also get gelato together and watch Carmen do her clown shtick (Don won't shut up about how wonderful she is lol)!

Aran: Aran would treat him like one of his younger siblings and keep a hard eye on him. He'd take mac to an age and sensory appropriate place, so probably an art fair or a festival that he can easily escape if he needs to. He also makes sure Mac is fed a hearty meal, drinks water, and has as much fun as possible. No way in hell is he gonna get caught being an irresponsible adult when they're together. He's also teach Mac an artsy thing or two (Basic painting, welding, sculpting, etc.)

Soda: Soda would definitely be an irresponsible adult around Mac and overfill him with fun things. They'd go to a big ass amusement or water park together, eat nothing but soda and sugar, and they'd fuck around until they're left overstimulated and sick. Doc and/or Bull has to come and pick them up.

Bull: Inside activities ONLY. No way is Bull going out. But they end up having fun with puzzles and making friendship bracelets. They play Mario kart and then some more chill games and get pizza too!

Macho: Swimming all day for sure. Mac doesn't know how to swim so Macho ends up having to teach him the basics but they have fun either way. And after they're all done and sunburnt, they go inside and play halo and drink capri sun until Doc picks Mac up.

Sandy: Another responsible adult! He wouldn't have much of a plan per se, so him and Mac would end up goofing off in random parts of whatever city they're in- going to parks, the zoo, a museum, whatever until they're tuckered out.

#YEEHAW #this was fun!! thanks anon!! #little mac #minor circuit #major circuit #world circuit #punch out #punch out wii #headcanons #my hcs