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call it what you want | draco malfoy x reader

song; call it what you want [taylor swift] pairing; draco malfoy x fem!muggle!reader genre; fluff, angst, forbidden love, s2l word count; 4,3k timeline; post-second wizarding war warnings; draco's daddy issues, low-key y/n's daddy issues, references to the second wizarding war (and draco's part in it), discrimination (of muggleborns) summary; his entire life, draco had it drilled into him that anything to do with muggles was bad- impure, even. but after his father is imprisoned for life, he decides to venture into the muggle world- just as a temporary thing, of course

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"my baby's fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene, loves me like i'm brand new."

also i have fucking eras tour tickets!!!

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Draco had found himself at an emotional stand-still ever since the Second Wizarding War - more specifically the events of the Battle of Hogwarts. After he had regrettably joined Voldemort's side in the mass fallout, only for him to lose anyway. He wasn't sentenced to any time in Azkaban, since it was deemed that he had been coerced into the situation, as backed up by his mother, who had been pardoned due to saving Harry Potter's life in the final moments. His father, however, would never feel the light of happiness again, caged away in the breeding ground of fear.

It wasn't that Draco missed Lucius all that much, in fact, quite the opposite. The time away from him had allowed him and Narcissa to grow closer, and also given him the opportunity to properly question and break down the beliefs that had been hammered into his head since infancy.

Eventually, he decided to step foot into unknown territory: muggle London. He had only ever been to the magic side of it before, but he had come to the realisation that living such a sheltered life was the reason he wound up another of Voldemort's slaves. That lifestyle would be no more.

He found himself stood outside of a small music store, displayed to have vinyls, CDs and cassette tapes inside - whatever they were. Draco did know what music was, however, and wanted to understand the way that muggles experienced it. So, he stepped foot into the shop with the tinkling of a tiny silver bell above him alerting whoever was working behind the tall overflowing shelves.

There were more people perusing the shelves than he had anticipated, so he ducked his head down and headed to an emptier area of the shop. As he began scanning the labels on the shelves, his confusion grew as he realised that he recognised none of the names.

"You don't look like a death metal fan," a voice to his left caught him by surprise, making him jump.

He turned around to have his eyes meet the gaze of a woman wearing an amused smile. You couldn't help but laugh slightly at his skittishness.

"Forgive me, but it's not everyday we have a man dressed in a perfectly ironed suit come and check out the works of Morbid Angel."

After his brain caught up to him, he said, "You work here?"

You nodded, "Family business - me and my mum."

Draco didn't reply to your statement, turning back to the shelves.

"You seem a little lost, first time in a music shop?"

"Uh- yeah," he said, "My family never played music growing up." That was a lie - the Malfoys had held many a musical event, however, they took the form of private orchestral bands.

"You're joking," your expression was that of shock, "How have you lived such a musicless life?"

He shrugged.

"God, I was practically raised on music- I mean, obviously," you gestured around you, "It's everything to me."

"My father was a very strict man," he said simply, making you hum.

"I see. God, I just can't believe you've hardly listened to music - we have to change that," you said, "Do you have any idea what sort of sounds you like?"

"I think I like classical music," it was all he had ever really known.

You grinned, "Yeah, that definitely suits the way you're dressed more than death metal. Come on, I'll set you up with some stuff. Vinyls, CDs or tapes?"

From what he could gather, vinyls were the larger circles, and he was pretty sure that Malfoy Manor had a phonograph with the large brass tube attached for the purpose of playing them. Like the one he saw at the Yule Ball all those years ago. "Uh, vinyl? The big black disc?"

You bobbed your head, "They're becoming less popular these days - people mostly want CDs," you then paused for a moment, "Although my mum said they'll probably have a resurgence in another twenty years. Making an aesthetic of past trends and all that."

Draco listened curiously as you babbled on about different musicians, bands, and albums, finding himself enraptured by the way you carried yourself. Salazar, his father would throw a fit if he found out that he was willingly talking to a muggle.

But his father wasn't there.

"So, do any of these interest you?" you finished, smiling at the ever stoic man before you.

"Uh, yes- all of them," he wasn't sure if he liked the music genre you suggested or the way you talked so passionately.

"All of them?" you tilted your head, "That's- like- hundreds of pounds."

He began digging around in his pockets for the money he had exchanged earlier before coming, and your eyes widened at the sight of all the twenty pound notes.

"Right," you said in a state of shock, "I'll... ring these up for you."

As you totalled up the price and packaged the vinyls into a bag over at the till, the man watched you, as if he was meticulously detailing your every move. Weirdly, it didn't feel creepy.

"Okay that will be... £404.39," you said, in awe of the fact he seemed unfazed by the number.

He began counting out the notes, before handing them over to you: £420 worth of twenty pound notes in your hand. You counted the change out and handed it back to him, placing the receipt in the bag.

"Thank you for shopping here, come again..." you trailed off, realising you didn't know his name.

"Draco," he said, stopping himself before saying his last name. Although he knew that you wouldn't recognise it anyway.

You couldn't help but think that he had a peculiar name; regardless, you smiled, and said, "Y/N. Please come again."

He nodded, taking the bag and leaving the shop swiftly without so much as looking back once.

***

A week passed by and Draco found himself stood outside of the record shop, unsure of why he had returned. During his last visit he had purchased months worth of music, so really he had no need to be back.

Except, he did.

His social circle had been non-existent ever since the Battle of Hogwarts, not because Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott no longer wanted to be friends with him, but because he had isolated himself in Malfoy Manor with his mother. Draco was nearing being ready to owl them again, but reconnecting with them meant inevitably having to unpack the events of the war.

With a muggle stranger like you, however, there was no unpacking to do.

"Draco, you're back," you grinned, coming out from behind the till, "I was hoping you would."

"Why?"

His abrupt question caught you off guard, "Well, I- I don't know. You're an interesting character," that and you thought he was cute.

Draco stared blankly at you, making you shift uncomfortably on your feet. Eventually, you decided to change the subject.

"Here for more music?"

"Oh, uh- yes."

"Well, what were your favourites from last week's purchases?"

After he told you which ones he had enjoyed the most, you were able to develop some kind of idea as to specific kinds of music to indulge him into. Of course, you had a question burning at the back of your mind that you simply had to ask.

"If you don't mind me asking, what do you do for a living?"

He looked up at you with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

"It's just- vinyls aren't cheap, especially not in as large a quantity as you get them," you elaborated, "I assume you have a well paying job."

Draco sighed, shaking his head, "Family money."

"You mean old money?" you couldn't help but clarify.

He reluctantly nodded, "Yes, old money." He used to be so boastful and prideful of the Malfoy family legacy, but in that moment, despite you having no idea who he was, he could only feel shame when he thought of it.

"Okay, Mr. Fancy," you chuckled, "Let's continue your musical adventure."

Even as you proceeded to serve him with a chipper attitude, you couldn't help but be saddened by learning that he was old money. There was no way that you stood a chance, since old money families liked to marry each other and not someone who was simply the daughter of a small record shop.

At least you learned that piece of information about him early on, you reasoned.

***

"Back? Again?" you questioned incredulously, spying Draco stood in the doorway of your shop, "Hate to turn you away, but we're about to close."

"I know."

You paused, frowning slightly as you grasped hold of the door, "Uh, okay, then... bye?" You began slowly shutting the door.

"Wait."

Again, you paused.

"I need help."

Opening the door fully again, you placed a hand on your hip as you said, "With regards to what?"

You didn't know what to think when he presented a small battered flip phone to you on his milky white palm.

"A phone?"

"I found it. On the floor."

"Musta fell outta someone's pocket," you shrugged, "Happens - why do you need help?"

"Well, don't we need to do something about it?"

All you could do was look at him curiously.

"Is that not- is that not what you do?" maybe he was overcompensating for his past by trying desperately to do one small good deed, or maybe he was trying to prove to you that he was a good person even though you had no reason to believe otherwise. Either way, he wanted to return the muggle contraption to its rightful owner.

"I mean- I guess? If you're feeling nice," you said simply, "Can't lie, I'd probably leave it for someone else to deal with."

"How do I return it?"

You sighed, "Just call the last person they called."

"Right, okay."

Much to your confusion, Draco stared at the device as if he was trying to will it into doing what he wanted.

"You do know how to call someone, yes?" you asked, your arms now folded across your chest.

With a sigh of defeat, he shook his head.

You rolled your eyes, stepping aside, "Come in."

Once Draco was inside your shop, you shut the door and flipped the sign from 'open' to 'closed'.

"Give it," you made a grabbing motion with your fingers, and the man before you immediately handed over the device, "It's really easy-" he watched in amazement as you flipped open the phone, "-just use the arrow buttons here to go to call history- and, oh, look! Last person they called was their mum- press the green call button and bam."

You presented the now dialling phone to him.

"They have been notified now?"

"Well, her phone will be ringing- hopefully she'll pick up."

"Pick up?"

"Hello?" a voice from the phone announced, "Cadie?"

"Hello, ma'am, your daughter dropped her phone and we found it."

"Oh, I see. Thank you- I'll let her know so she can pick it up. Where's a good place?"

As you told the concerned mother the address of your record shop, you watched Draco's intrigued expression.

You hung up, placing the phone on a nearby surface and beginning to walk to the back room, "Would you like some tea?" you asked.

He stared blankly at you for a few moments, before nodding, "Please."

"How do you take it?"

"No milk, one sugar."

You chuckled to yourself at his strange way of having tea.

***

Draco watched you as you chatted mindlessly while sipping your tea, almost entirely forgetting that he had his own cup sat to his side. Your topics were classically boring - yet so interesting to him. He was enthralled to learn about the different characters in your family, and the trials and tribulations of your school years. He hadn't even realised how little he had said until you pointed it out.

"What about you?"

"Hm?" he went, snapping out of his daze.

"I feel like I've just been talking about myself this entire time. Where did you go to school?"

"Oh- uh-" he desperately pulled together all his thoughts, "A private boarding school in Scotland."

Your mouth dropped open, "Wow, that's cool."

He shrugged.

"Did you miss your family while you were away all year?"

Again, he shrugged, "My mother, yes- my father... not so much."

"I don't see my father at all," you added, to make him feel more comfortable about sharing details of his own father, "I used to... but I realised it was always me reaching out and not him so I stopped. Haven't heard from him since."

Draco nodded, "My father is in prison."

He didn't know why he told you, only realising what he had just said when you froze for a few seconds with widened eyes.

"Can I ask what for?" you asked in a squeaky voice.

"Uh... terrorism, murder... that sort of thing," he had no clue why he was being so honest. Had you put veritaserum in the tea?

You cleared your throat, wanting to delicately change the subject but lacking a way on how to do it naturally. Draco observed you, and opened his mouth to say something more when a knock sounded on the door.

"That's- uh- that's probably the phone owner," you said quickly, rushing to your feet to run out of the back room and let them in.

You opened the door to be faced with a short brunette woman.

"Cadie?" you questioned.

She nodded, "You have my phone?"

"Yes, come in."

"Thank you so much- I really can't afford a new one right now," she sighed, "I'm always losing things."

You chuckled, "I know how you feel- I'm always breaking things."

Draco appeared in the doorway to the back and picked up the phone from the counter.

Cadie sighed happily, accepting the phone and thanking the both of you profusely.

"Seriously, you have no idea how appreciative I am."

"It's no trouble, Cadie, really," you assured her.

She paused for a moment, looking around. "Is this your shop?"

You bobbed your head, "Yes, it's family-owned."

"Oh, that's so cool," she looked towards Draco, "So this is your husband?"

You were so taken aback you couldn't even form a response. Before either of you could reply, the phone began ringing.

"It's my boss! I have to take this," she said, "Thank you so much again. You two are a cute couple." And with that final comment, she departed, leaving you and Draco in an awkward silence.

"I-" you began, but you were quickly interrupted.

"Go on a date with me," Draco hurriedly said, realising he had said it like an order rather than an innocent question. He was still in some ways his old bossy teenage self, socialised in a slightly abnormal way.

You took it in good humour, however, and smiled, "I would love to."

***

The following six months were filled with the fanciest and most luxurious dates that you could ever have possibly imagined: five star restaurants, weekends in Paris, and expensive gifts. It was heaven in all ways but one - Draco always had an excuse for you not meeting his family and friends.

For a while, you had ignored the itching feeling that he was ashamed of you and so kept you a secret, but your suspicions grew until you couldn't keep it in anymore. You had to confront him about it.

"...and I was thinking, we should go out for dinner with your mother," you said, flicking through a magazine as Draco sat on the sofa in your small but homely flat.

"When?" he asked.

"Whenever's good for her."

You heard Draco's breath hitch.

"What? Can't come up with an excuse to get out of this one?" your tone held evident bite.

Draco turned around to face you, but his expression was unreadable.

"Are you ashamed of me, Draco?"

His eyes widened.

"I know I'm not rich, let alone old money, but I'd like to think that I'm a likeable person."

He shook his head, "It's not that-"

"Then what is it, Draco?" you snapped, feeling tears fill up your eyes, "You won't even introduce me to your friends! How am I supposed to feel?"

He stood up and began shifting on his feet and fidgeting with his hands, "It's more complicated than that."

"What? You're engaged to someone else?"

Again, he shook his head, "No, nothing like that."

"Then what?" you waved your hands about, "Because I can't date someone who treats me like a secret."

"You wouldn't believe me!" he yelled, clearly unintentionally.

You were shocked: you had never heard him yell before. "Try me," you said, your voice low.

He sighed, moving around helplessly for a few moments before striding over to his bag by your front door. He reached his hand in - what appeared to be deeper than the bag's actual depth, but you dismissed it due to your blurred vision - and pulled out a blank piece of paper, tinged brown.

He came over to you and placed it on the kitchen island you were stood behind, and pointed at the bottom of the page. "Sign here."

"It's blank," you thought he was insane.

"Just trust me. Please."

You gave him a skeptical look, but wiped your eyes and picked up a pen nonetheless, writing your signature in the area he pointed to. To your amazement, the second you finished the last letter of your name, writing appeared on the paper. As you scanned it, you were increasingly confused.

- By signing this non-disclosure agreement, you agree that as a muggle you shall not disclose the existence of wizardry and witchcraft to anyone not already in knowledge of it. You understand that by doing so, you would be breaking the law and could face potential criminalisation. The wizard or witch of whom has vouched for your approval to know of magic shall also face potential criminalisation in such a situation.

It will no longer be a criminal offence for wizards and witches to perform magic with you as a witness unless there are unapproved muggles also present.

You will be granted access to wizard-only areas including but not limited to Diagon Alley and Platfrom Nine and Three Quarters at King's Cross provided that you are accompanied by a wizard or witch. Please be aware that these permissions may vary in other countries depending on their laws surrounding muggle knowledge of magic and also their acceptance of the British Muggle Non-Disclosure Agreement.

Please sign your name below. -

"What is this?" you asked, your eyebrows furrowed.

"An NDA."

"Yes, I- I gathered that- but- what does it mean?"

"It means... that I'm a wizard."

Part of you wanted to burst out laughing at Draco's insane words, but the way he said it held so much depth that you couldn't help but take it seriously.

"Prove it."

You didn't know what you had expected, but you certainly didn't anticipate your boyfriend pulling out a wand and muttering what sounded like Latin under his breath.

The pen on the table before you morphed into a feather.

There were really no words to describe how you felt in that moment. You asked him to do it again - he turned the feather into a sharpener. You asked him to do it one more time - he turned the sharpener into a fork.

"Oh my God," you said at the volume of a whisper, stepping back and falling against the counter behind you, "What the actual fuck."

"I know this may come as a shock to you..."

"Really?" you said, "No, actually. Not freaking out at all. Not even a little."

He pursed his lips, "My family is what is known as pure-bloods. We haven't mixed with muggles when it comes to reproduction at any point in our bloodline - allegedly."

You stared at him.

"Sometimes, a witch or wizard can be born of muggle parents - we call them muggle-borns. Half-bloods make up the most of wizarding society - their ancestors are a mix of muggle, muggle-born, pure-blood and half-blood."

At your lack of speech, he continued.

"There is a culture of supremacy among pure-blood families - choosing to reproduce only with other pure-bloods to ensure the pure-blooded line continues as they believe themselves to be the only true witches and wizards."

"You're pure-blood," you mumbled.

Draco nodded, "I used to think like that. Used to bully muggle-borns in school - the school I went to being specifically for witches and wizards."

"You don't think like that anymore?"

"No," he quickly said, "I've had a lot of time to question everything I was taught to believe - but, I- there's something really bad I have to tell you. It may change your opinion of me forever and it's the reason why I have kept you away from my family and friends."

You nodded, mentally preparing yourself for what he was about to tell you.

"Years ago, there was a war in the wizarding world..." he began.

***

You had never seen Draco in tears before, but when he reached the details of the final showdown between Harry Potter (a heroic celebrity in the wizarding world) and Lord Voldemort (a wizard terrorist), he broke down in sobs as he recalled him walking over to the latter's side. Tears were falling down your cheeks soon too, and you quickly brought Draco into your arms and felt him collapse into you.

"I regret it every single day," he said through sobs, "Why didn't I have more of a backbone?"

"You were just a boy, Draco," you soothed him, "You didn't want your family to be killed."

He cried harder.

"My opinion of you is not changed - by the sounds of it you never actually killed anyone yourself," you thought back to the Professor Dumbledore section of the story, "In fact, it sounds like you couldn't bring yourself to."

"I can never make up for my past, Y/N."

You stroked his hair, "You dating a muggle is pretty solid evidence you're trying to."

"I'm not dating you because you're muggle," he pulled back from you and looked you in the eyes.

You chuckled slightly, wiping the tears off his cheeks with your thumbs, "That's not what I was saying. Young you would have never even considered entering the muggle world, and yet here adult you is."

He gave you a small smile, "I love you."

You beamed, but teardrops were still cascading down your cheeks, "I love you too."

"Let's have dinner with my mother on Sunday."

***

"Mr Malfoy, you may see your father now," the Azkaban worker said, who Draco couldn't help but think reminded him strongly of Filch. An old miserable man with long scraggly hair, an unmissable limp, and filthy dark-coloured robes. Then again, at least this worker had a reason to be miserable all the time: working in the breeding ground of fear and desolation. Filch was by all means in a much more cheerful environment.

Draco nodded at him, and followed his lead down shadowed narrow corridors, caked in dirt and dust. They turned a few corners and went up a few sets of dangerously steep stairs before reaching a cell block with moans and whines coming from every cell - except one.

In all honesty, Draco hadn't known what to expect when he came to see his father: he hadn't visited once since his arrest. But Lucius looked quite different than the proud man he once was, with his once well-kept long blond hair being knotty and entwined with filth, and his once healthy (albeit pale) complexion being overly skinny with sallow sunken features. He looked up at his son, still being able to produce a slight scowl.

"So, you finally decided to visit," he drawled, but his voice was too broken to hold the same threat it used to.

"Yes, father, I have some things I need to say to you," despite Lucius' weakened state, Draco still held some lifelong fear of the man, but he had to remain strong in front of him.

"And what would that be?"

"I have a girlfriend, and I plan to propose to her."

Lucius raised an eyebrow, "Your mother has not mentioned this," Narcissa frequently visited her husband.

"She didn't find out until last week."

After some seconds of silence, Lucius slowly rose to his feet and stood face-to-face with Draco at the cell gate. "What is her name?"

"Y/N L/N."

"L/N does not ring a bell. Which bloodline is she from?"

Draco felt intimidated by his father's close proximity, but still managed a smirk, "She isn't of pure blood, Father."

Lucius' eyes widened, "You don't mean to say she's- half blood? Or worse- a- a mudblood?"

"Worse," his smirk grew, "She's muggle."

The ghostly shock that flooded over Lucius' face made Draco feel a triumph over his father he had never felt before, and gave him the confidence to feel as though he had the upper hand in their interaction. He stepped closer to the cell and lowered his voice.

"And I'm going to marry her, and have children with her, and you will have to spend the rest of your life rotting in this cell knowing that the Malfoy pure blood line has been permanently tainted."

"You can't do this," Lucius said through gritted teeth, "After everything we fought for."

Draco hummed, "See, I thought it was time for me to finally fight for something good."

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written; 02/06/2023 —> 17/07/2023 published; 17/07/2023 edited; —/—/——

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·˚ ◌༘͙[Petnames] ! ˊ

- obviously, there are the ones we know from his music; “my girl”, “baby”, etc

- and there are the ones we know for certain he has used affectionately for girls he’s been with, like “little one”

- can absolutely see him calling you “princess”, “sweet girl”, “pretty girl”, “treasure”, “precious”

- loves nothing more than to call you HIS pretty girl, treasure, etc

- and with his love of superheroes I’d put money on him calling you “wonder-girl”, as well as just “wonder”

- it doesn’t matter if your name isn’t Wendy bc he’ll still call you the Wendy to his Peter Pan frfr

- he’d definitely come up with petnames that are so unique to you, too

- considering the lyrical and poetic mastermind he is, he’ll think of the most specific petnames to do with the color of your eyes, hair color, sound of your voice

- he’ll def call you his muse and his songbird

- his little bird in general, actually

- as for petnames he’d like to be called, I honestly think he’d melt over anything you called him

- Mike, Applehead, all the classics

- but his favorite is most definitely when you call him “angel face”

- it still makes him so shy no matter how many times he hears you call him that

- speaks to his insecurities and reminds him of how much you adore him, how attracted you really are to him

·˚ ◌༘͙[Era specific] ! ˊ

now, these are kinda wild cards, but I can imagine him having petnames that he either comes up with for you during certain eras OR if he met you in a specific era these would be his first choices of petnames for you

Off The Wall - his shyest era so he’d be least confident w petnames and would only use them after a WHILE and he’d be so quiet about it too. literally you’d have to be in a completely empty hotel and he’d still only whisper that you’re his girl. more likely to tell you things like “I’ll never love another” than call you by petnames in this era imo, but would ABSOLUTELY call you a treasure when you do something that makes him smile. in fact, he’d outright call you “the smile on my face”.

Thriller - continuing on from previous, at this point he’s more confident in calling you “the only eyes in the crowd” and other poetic things like that. he’ll ask “where’s my smile?” when he’s looking for you backstage and I’m crying.

Bad - he’ll THINK of calling you his bad girl in this era but he’ll be too shy so he keeps that one to himself until later and instead calls you the sweetest things to juxtapose the badassery of the era like his “sweetiepie”, “sweetest girl”, “pretty bird”. in all those leather outfits n he’s calling you that? pls.

Dangerous - in this era, he’s def calling you things like his “one and only”, and straight up just “mine”. no elaboration needed. and we are all sat actually.

Blood On The Dance Floor - kinkiest era Idc, he’ll have felt confident enough by this time to call you “bad girl” and more specifically HIS bad girl with a smirk and I said what I said. he says it like he means you’re his good girl but he sounds flirtier when he says you’re bad and he finds your reaction so cute every time. oh falling into a heap of goo on the floor is cute? thanks beloved x

Invincible - now we all know from this era onwards Michael is feelin some type of way 👀 and for that I think “lover”; he’ll call you his lover with the UTMOST affection FR! after everything he’s gone through by this era, you are his true love, his anchor, his solace, and he would call you all of those things too. whether he meets you in this era or a previous one, by this era he is so devoted to you, there’s not a thing he wouldn’t do in worship of you.

#michael jackson #michael jackson x reader #michael jackson imagine #x reader #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #headcannons

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Can I get uh…. A social media au of Tom Blyth x fem!rockstar!reader? Just a tad bit of self indulgence, I guess lmao.

But in all seriousness, I ADORE YOUR WORK AND IT IS STELLAR!! KEEP IT UP AND DONT STOP WRITING 🥰☺️👏

Tom Blyth x Fem!Rockstar!Reader

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Eddie Munson headcanons nobody asked for but they're jumping around in my brain like bunnies and I need to release them for my sanity

He's actually a very early riser. His body is full of energy so it naturally wakes him up at the crack of dawn. He gets up very early, fixes himself coffee and breakfast, and walks around his trailer doing everything and nothing. He steps out, soaks up the sun like an iguana, steps back inside.

He's a menace and wakes you up and brings you breakfast and he's so annoying about wanting to bang first thing in the morning, even when you haven't even finished eating or even registering the fact that you're awake. He doesn't care. But can you even deny him? When he's so, so warm, his body all soft, with that musky, cozy scent of the sheets clinging to him.

Until he crashes about an hour later. And then he wakes up around noon and does fuck all for the rest of the day.

He's actually a very good cook, contrary to popular belief. He's not working with the fanciest ingredients or tools, so by mere experimentation, he learns how to bring out the best flavors in his food, how to elevate even the simplest pasta or sandwich by adding just the right condiment and seasoning. Once he realizes he's good, and that he enjoys cooking, he spends many an afternoon just hypnotized by the food network, absorbing everything he can to try it out himself.

He has a crush on Tim Curry and Bruce Campbell. In fact, The Evil Dead franchise is his absolute favorite. But his love for Bruce Campbell is just something else. He once invited you to a date to the drive-in because he thought Bruce was in one of the movies, when he realized he wasn't, he spent all evening pouting like a petulant kid lol. When the Sam Raimi Spiderman movies come out, he JUMPS out of his seat at the movie theatre during the Bruce cameos.

He watches Headbanger's Ball on MTV. Like, don't disturb him when Headbanger's Ball is on, especially during the interview segments. Don't disturb him when Elvira's Movie Macabre is on either. And he's most definitely subscribed to Elvira's fan club mail.

On the morning of your birthday, he wakes you up by playing Can't Help Myself by Four Tops, dragging you out of bed to dance with you in the kitchen, as the smell of freshly prepared batter for waffles engulfs the space.

He has a tattoo on one of his thighs, of a pinup with angel wings (this is more self-indulgent and part of my own personal au lore lol)

He loves crafting with you. On valentine's day he prefers to avoid all the rush and traffic and crowded places, to stay inside with a good ole horror movie marathon, pizza, and just sit in the living room floor crafting like little kids, making paper cut-out hearts and cards.

His absolute favorite food ever is pizza, but he always has to order wings with it, too.

His guilty pleasure movie is Road House (1989).

In the 2000's, he's obsessed with Jack Black. It's like, his kindred spirit. And his favorite movies are School of Rock (obviously) and Tenacious D And The Pick of Destiny, which is his favorite movie to watch when he's stoned lol. But seriously, that movie ticks all the boxes for him.

I feel like at that point though, maybe he drifts in and out of several jobs, and it's School of Rock that truly makes him change his perspective on life, and he finds his calling. He's very moved by that movie, and it's what makes him pursue teaching music.

Still debating on whether he'd be into Nu Metal in the 2000's lol. He'd still be listening to the same music from his youth, and he'd gravitate towards bands like Avenged Sevefold and Bullet for My Valentine rather than more of the emo bands of the era. Like I feel like he must have gone to a couple of Warped Tours but by that point he was just too old for that.

He has a baby boy named Lemmy (like Lemmy from Motorhead), and by baby boy, I mean a Terrier Mix doggie with black fur that he adopted from the shelter when he was 9 months old.

Sometimes, when he struggles for cash, he's forced to sell some of his most prized vinyl records, which kills him, but he never wants to admit that he did that to you. He wants to be able to get by, however he can. When he makes a little bit more cash, he always invites you out on dates to the record store to replace the albums he sold. And you're always like, 'didn't you have this already?' and he gets all shy about it, and eventually confesses. It's always your pleasure to buy him the albums he sold to make him feel cherished.

He sometimes cries when he's making love just because he's just so overwhelmed with love and he feels so good. At first he thinks it's silly and he's super embarrassed by it until you ease his worries and kiss away his tears.

He loves to have his scalp scratched - loves laying on your chest to feel your arms and hands cradling his neck and the back of his head as you scratch and massage his scalp so he can fall asleep. (personal au lore, and for all my latinx girlies, you teach him that the slang term for having his head scratched is 'me haces piojito?' and he asks for that ALL the time, with his big doe eyes that you can't resist)

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WONYOUNGISM ep 1 ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ | motivational acc

EPISODE 1 : Mental health

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— Hello and welcome to my wonyoungism episode 1, today I will be teaching you how to finally enter your wonyoungism era!

— The wonyoungism aesthetic that's been going viral around tiktok, tumblr and basically everywhere, is not just about glowing up physically but also mentally!

— "How do I improve my mindset?" "How do I become more confident?" Well you've come to the right place my love!

— Coming from someone who just got into their wonyoungism era!

1. Be kind to everyone! If you wanna start with confidence and mental health, I recommend being mindful of your surroundings and be considerate of others feelings. I recommend this a lot because people will start looking up to you and your kindness personality that's likely borrowed from an angel. ♡

2. Set boundaries! Yes, be nice to everyone but being nice to everyone doesn't mean you have to let other people treat you like nothing! If someone disrespects you, I recommend cutting them off because those people will never help you get anywhere but only bring you down to their level. ♡

3. Stay organized! Having an organized bedroom, backpack, closet and basically anywhere you roam around is such a nice feeling! Clean environment = Happy environment! Deep clean your room and throw out everything you don't need or don't use anymore and start fresh! ♡

4. Make a journal, write anything you want in it such as your planned occasions, routines, make it your daily diary and basically anything you want! ♡

5. Have an organized sleeping schedule and don't always stay up so late! It can be both physically and mentally tiring for you and stress is not for girls like you! You deserve some proper rest. ♡

6. Don't stress yourself, over academics, selfcare, confidence, or anything! Remember, we have to take baby steps before we get to the big ones. ♡

7. Listen to some calming music and try to detach yourself from social media to get a relief and a sign of relaxation and freedom from social media attachment!

8. Read books, draw, do anything productive that can help you become happy! Don't spend your day laying on your bed, I promise that won't get you nowhere. ♡

— That's all (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ I hope you enjoyed reading this xoxo, follow and come back for more future tips!! ♡

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Something Great

Harry Styles x reader

2019 Harry era

Y/N lived a pretty simple life, well, for a 24 year old. She was a US history teacher at her local high school, and she loved what she did. When her mother calls her for a family dinner to meet a longtime friend, her life changes.

*Ding. Ding. Ding*

First thing in the morning and I was not ready for the days events. My students began to collect their things and just before I could yell to them, my mom calls. I quickly answer her FaceTime call and hold my finger up to her.

“Hold on Ma. Your cheat sheets need to be turned in Monday! If you don’t turn them in, you won’t be able to use it on your final!”

“But Miss-!”

“I have spoken! Now get outta here, all of you! Get to class and have a good weekend if I don’t see you again today.”

I hear a harmony of groans as they walk out of my room and I turn my attention to my mom.

“For someone that babies her nephews, you are kind of mean to your students, Y/N/N.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head.

“They’re teenagers, mama. You can’t baby them. And your grandsons are both under 3. Now what’s up? I don’t have long to chat.”

She glares and rolls her eyes at me.

“Well I just wanted to make sure it was okay to stop by in a bit. My friend is in town and we really want our families to meet and I’ll be in the area.”

I let out a small laugh as my eyes shift to the door to see my 2nd period students starting to pile in.

“I mean, I’ll be at dinner tonight so I’d just meet them then, but if you insist on stopping by, my 4th is free now since my seniors are gone. It’s just another prep period and I was just gonna do some grading.”

She nods and turns her head. She starts talking to someone and another female- with a posh British accent responds. They talk for a minute before she turns back to me.

“I’ll be there in a bit then. Love you!”

Before I can respond, she hangs up.

I sigh and prep for my next class, pushing my mother out of my mind.

>>>————->

My 3rd period just ended, so I take the opportunity to grade the essays I had assigned for one of my classes. My door opens and I look up to see my mom before looking back down. I can feel the presence of other people, but I’m far too distracted to pay them any mind.

“Yes ma’am?”

My mom only scoffs.

“I wanted to make sure you were coming to dinner. Dad misses you and he wants to see you. Your sisters will also be there. Also, I want you to meet-.”

My mom is quickly interrupted by the back door of my classroom opening. I turn my attention to the door and roll my eyes at who walks in.

“Michael, I’ve asked you not to use that door. That’s the emergency exit door.”

“But Miss, it is an emergency! You gave me a 0 for an essay that you never assigned to me!”

I sigh and shake my head. My mom lays a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it and I hear her walk out the room.

“I did give it to you, Michael. You folded the rubric into a paper airplane and somehow managed to poke yourself in the eye with it.”

I sigh and run a hand through my hair. My mom pats my shoulder and leaves while I deal with Michael.

I love my job but… teenagers. They’re too much sometimes…

I pull up to my parents Los Angeles home, my backpack on my shoulder as I walk in. The second I open the door, I’m tackled by my dad.

“Ay mija! Why haven’t you come to see me? You like the teenagers more?”

I laugh and shake my head as I hug him.

“I’m sorry! And you’ve been busy too with all your projects so I don’t want to hear it! But I’m here now!”

He smiles and squeezes me one more time before he sets me down. I set my backpack down on the floor by the couch and pick up my two year old nephew, Ollie, who squeals in excitement and laughter.

“Ayyy, my monkey! I heard you’ve been cursing like a sailor, haven’t you?”

He giggles and shakes his head. I talk to my dad for a bit and my dad pulls out a few of his new vinyls to show me.

“Really dad? Harry Styles? Mama is gonna kill you.”

He waves me off and shakes his head at me.

“You love his music! I bought it so we could listen to it while you’re here!”

He slips the vinyl out of the book and sets it on the record player. He places the needle on the record and music begins to pour through. My sister walks into the living room from the hallways and dad quickly grabs her, pulling her into his arms to dance.

Golden, golden, golden

As I open my eyes

Hold it, focus, hoping

Take me back to the light

I dance around with the two year old as he giggles and I sing along. We all dance around and when my sister’s favorite song comes on, she takes her son from my arms and hands him to our dad, before taking my hands in hers as we scream out the lyrics together.

And I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry

Don’t call me “baby” again

You got your reasons

I know that you’re tryna be friends

I know you mean-

We’re cut off by my mom, whose hand is on the needle with an annoyed face.

“I’ve been calling you idiots for 10 minutes! Pedro! You came into the kitchen and I told you to get the girls! And they’re just screwing around!”

“Cariño, I was trying to let them finish! They were having fun, and unwinding without drinking! That’s a lot to be said for the both of them!”

My sister and I glare at him and we let out a scoff.

“Heyyyy….!”

My dad only rolls his eyes and puts the vinyl away. My eyes finally turn back to my mom and I’m now noticing her guests. A woman, around my mom’s age, another around my sister’s and- holy shit.

“Hey, Y/N, isn’t he…”

I blush and immediately advert my eyes. My mom scoffs but I refuse to look up.

“Y/N, seriously. Be polite. Look at our guests like the adult that you are and stop hiding like you’re 14.”

I groan but nod, finally making eye contact with his gorgeous, smiling face.

“Y/N, Sofia, this is Anne. This is her daughter Gemma and her son Harry.”

It’s quiet for a minute until a little voice, belonging to Ollie, speaks up.

“Oh fuck.”

Sofia and I fight to hold back our laughter as my mom glares at us, until we can’t take it anymore. Sofia snorts and I pick up Ollie as I laugh and turn to my sister.

“You see, he is learning Sof! He’s a little genius!”

My mom rolls her eyes and huffs as she storms off into the kitchen. It’s quiet for a minute before my mom shouts from the kitchen.

“Sofia Alexandra! Get in here! Now!”

Sofia and I begin to laugh again. She saunters off to the kitchen, laughing her ass off, leaving me in the living room with my dad, my mom’s friend and her children. It’s quiet for another second when I hear a baby start to cry and I look at Ollie, only to find out he wasn’t the one crying.

I turn my foot and head down the hallway and open the door to the guest room. My eyes catch the almost one year old, my youngest nephew Grayson, crying his eyes out while standing in the pack and play. My expression lightens and I take him into my arms.

“Did you just wake up little man? Do you want some snuggles? Yeah?”

His little hands grasp my shirt tightly and I can’t help but smile. He sniffles and whimpers as I carry him out of the room and rejoin the others in the living room. Ollie and my dad smile when they see us and Ollie reaches out to me.

“Atie!”

I smile and Ollie begins to kick in my dad’s arms.

“Oliver Thomas, we don’t kick, remember? That’s not nice. Be nice to Papa. Use your big words.”

Ollie stops and looks at my dad.

“Papa atie? Atie?”

Dad laughs and nods. He sets down Ollie and takes Grayson from me. I pick up Ollie and look at my dad.

“Will you get Gray a bottle? He’ll probably start crying again in a minute or two.”

Dad nods and smiles and looks to the older woman next to him.

“Anne, would you like to join me? Maybe keep my wife from killing anyone and burning the food.”

She laughs and nods before following him into the kitchen and they disappear. It’s quiet for a minute until Ollie wiggles in my arms.

“Coco? Coco Atie?”

I sigh and shake my head.

“Let’s watch Coco later, monkey. We like these nice new people and they shouldn’t have to suffer through Coco. How about SpongeBob?”

“Sponbob?”

He wiggles again and I nod. I set up the tv and he starts to dance around and sing along to the theme song quietly. I smile and check my phone for a second when I hear my mom call from the kitchen.

“Y/N! Could you put on some music please?”

“No!”

My dad sticks his head out, raising his eyebrow at me and I only smirk and he laughs, going back to what he was doing. I plug in my phone to the house surround system and immediately panic at the song that comes on.

Counted all my mistakes and there's only one

Standing out from the list of the things I've done

All the rest of my crimes don't come-

I skip it immediately and I blush. He clears his throat and I look up, finally meeting his eyes.

“You don’t have to skip it- I like that song.”

I blush even more and I shake me head.

“No it’s okay. My mom will flip out. She doesn’t um- really like the music that I listen to? She would um… Want to listen to that… I was just gonna put on her playlist. Not that she doesn’t like you! She just-.”

Harry laughs and shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about it. Everyone has their own taste in music.”

I bite my lip and nod, not knowing what else to say to break the silence.

It isn’t until after dinner that I really get to talk to him.

I sit in my usual spot on the balcony while everyone else sits outside enjoying the summer heat. I hear the door open and I turn my head to see Harry walking towards me with a smile before taking a seat at the table.

“I was wondering where you had disappeared too. Your mum thought you went home.”

I sigh and shake my head, gripping the red pen in my hand.

“I’m just grading papers. It’s quiet here. My roommates are at my house so I can’t focus with all the noise.”

He smiles and nods and I go back to my grading.

“You’re a teacher, right? I liked your classroom-.”

My eyes widen and I cough.

“Wait you saw my classroom?!”

He chuckles and smiles.

“Earlier. For a few minutes. Your mum was showing us around. She was so excited. You had a giant tapestry with my face on it-.”

I blush and bite my lip, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Birthday surprise from my seniors. They um- know how much I like you…”

He smiles and takes the pen out of my hand, causing me to look into his eyes.

“Well I like you too. Would you want to get dinner some time? I’m about to start touring soon but I’d really love to see you more.”

My face burns up and even more.

“God I um- I don’t even know what to say…”

I put my papers down on the table and turn all my attention to his smiling face.

“Have dinner with me, Y/N. I’ll cook for you. My place? Maybe tomorrow night? If it would make you uncomfortable I understand but-.”

I smile and kiss his cheek, causing him to blush.

“I’d love to Harry. Dinner sounds great.”

I smile and his eyes light up. We continue to talk and laugh as I grade papers.

A month later

“Specially delivery for Miss Y/N!”

I look up from my desk and see Harry walking into my classroom with a bouquet of flowers and a plastic bag.

“Oh you are definitely the sweetest. You didn’t have to do this Harry!”

He smiles and shakes his head as he kisses my cheek before sitting down in the seat in front of my desk.

“I couldn’t let you suffer! I know you didn’t exactly want to teach summer school-.”

Before he can say anything else, my door opens to reveal one of my seniors, now a graduate, pushing a big box in.

“Ally! What are you doing here? You’ve graduated, you don’t have to be here.”

She laughs and shakes her head, disregarding the fact that Harry is there.

“Oh I know miss Y/N but your birthday present finally came in! I’m sorry it’s so late but I wanted to deliver it as soon as I could. Open it!”

I laugh and walk around my desk, opening the big box.

“Good god Allison.”

She laughs and I sigh as I pull it out of the box.

“A cardboard cutout of Draco Malfoy? At this point I’m gonna have an army of these things.”

Harry raises an eyebrow.

“Wait you have more? Where?”

Ally gasps and goes for the closet behind my desk.

“Wait you hid them again?! Come on!”

She starts to pull out the other cutouts and place them where they were before.

“Come on Miss. Y/N. You love them! Be proud!”

I roll my eyes and blush.

“Thank you, Ally! Now get out of here! I have a class in a bit and you’re not supposed to be here!”

She laughs and waves before running out of the room. Harry looks around and laughs.

“You have cutouts of both myself and Niall?! How did I not know this?”

I sigh and lean into his arms.

“Gag gifts from students. And the day you came last, I had an eval with the principal do I hid them.”

He wraps his arms around me and kisses my head.

“Did you ever kiss that cutout of me? Pretending it was the real thing?”

I groan and look him in the eyes.

“Oh god! Harry!”

He laughs and shakes his head.

“Guess you don’t need to do that anymore. Why don’t you give the real Harry a kiss?”

I snort and shake my head, pecking his lips. We spend the rest of my lunch together and I am thankful for every ounce of time I have.

>>>—————->

Hope this was okay! I struggled with this one for a bit!

Please like and reblog!

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[pleasantlycrazyworld]

I saw you wrote for all three boys during date night and I didn’t know if it was fine to ask for headcannons of them separately with reader. Like what would dating them look like?

It's always okay to ask for that! I love doing headcanons for the boys! Sorry it took so long but I'm back to writing!!! I hope you enjoy it!!!

Billy-

Billy is so rough around the edges but for you, he is a sweetie (I'm such a sucker for that type of love)

He wants you to know he really does love you! So he tries and does whatever he can for you.

Most of the time he shows his love by protecting you and making sure you're safe. This can be shown when you two are at a party, he makes sure you don't over drink and if you leave to go to the bathroom he holds your drink to make sure no one messes with it.

He is a bit over-protective of you and sometimes that can lead to arguments but it does come from a good place. He just doesn't want to lose you.

He calls you his angel because he really views you as an angel that was sent to him

Ever since you two got together he's been less angry, less violent, and more friendly to Max and her friends.

Billy figures out that he's truly in love with you when you find out about his dad. That night he showed up bruised up and when he told you it was because of his dad it took a lot in him to stop you from going over there and making Neal have matching bruises.

His favorite type of date is driving around town with the windows down and once you get to your special spot he pulls out a blanket from the trunk and you just watch the stars. However, he never looks at the stars...he only ever watches you.

Steve-

Spoils you every. single. time. Doesn't matter how

He hates his parents but that doesn't mean he won't use their money to spoil you.

Calls you his princess because he knows you deserve the world and he will give it to you somehow.

He worships you, especially if you've been with him since his king steve era. He knows how awful he was during that time of his life and he can't believe you stayed with him through all of it.

He realizes he is in love with you when you hold him closely after a night terror. He hides his trauma from a lot of people. He's the strong one for so many people and he isn't used to people taking care of him so when he woke up to you waking him up one morning around 2 am he knew that you were the one. You held him close to your chest that night and played with his hair for hours, letting him feel that you were close, that you weren't going anywhere. That night he fell asleep to your heartbeat and finally didn't have any sort of night terror.

His favorite type of date is cooking together! He loves the intimacy and domestic vibes that come from it.

Eddie-

Gets insecure at times. He trusts you but he knows there are other guys who could spoil you more than he can. He doesn't like that he is so much poorer than the others in town, he feels awful when he can't pay for something you want but he knows you both love each other so much so he tries not to focus on it.

Such a sweetie to you! He treats you like a queen because you are to him

He writes songs about you but if you hear them he will deny it all! He says he doesn't do love songs but it's clear he's just a lovesick puppy when it comes to you

You are his baby. He would call you sweetheart but....what if his guitar gets jealous?!?

He realizes he is in love with you when he comes homes one night after Hellfire to see you already there making dinner for Wayne and him. You didn't realize he had arrived since you were talking to Wayne about how his job was going, but it made him realize that you were the one. Anyone who takes time out of their day to not only take care of him but also his old man will forever have his heart.

His favorite type of date is when you come over, order takeout, and just listen to music. He tries and teaches you how to play the guitar and every time you do well he gives you a kiss.

Tagging: @sweet-villain @b-ritney @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @eiightysixbaby @zestychili @livinnadaydream @tiannasfanfic @djkeruigbbygirl @emmyshortcake @bloodthirstybreedingbunny

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If you like please comment, reblog, and even request an idea for me to write!!!

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[hearts4court]

“Miss’d ya, baby”

60s!Elvis x fem!reader

warnings: kissing, mentions of sex, the Colonel, alcohol, smoking. short story, spelling eras, 2nd person POV!

Summary: It’s always fun going to see your fiancé, Elvis Presley, after one of his shows especially when you both been drinking a little.

| Main Masterlist | Elvis 2022 Masterlist |

Tonight’s show was great. The music was great, and so was your fiancé, Elvis. like always.

After the show had ended and while you were standing up, after Elvis disappeared from the stage, you were escorted to the backstage to see him.

Upon seeing you, Elvis smiled. “Hey Darlin’ ya enjoy the show?” he grinned wrapping his arms around your waist, after taking off his guitar. “miss’d ya, baby.” he hummed.

“I loved it El, as always. you’re so talented~” you spoke to him in a low tone, brushing your lips against his, wrapping your arms around his neck, making him smirk, he smelled like sweat and alcohol, two smells you have gotten use too.

Elvis had crashed his lips on yours after a minute, letting his hands roam down to your ass and gripping it, pulling your leg up to his waist.”Thank you, angel. You’re my inspiration..” he said in a whisper before kissing you again, lifting you up.

Giggling softly you placed one hand on his cheek and the other hand on the back of his neck, playing with his greasy hair.”El-“ you choked out from the kiss, making him pull away.

“Elvis.. Can’t ya wait till, we get back to the hotel?” your voice is low and calm but also teasing, in response you got a low hum from him.

“Elvis, my boy! Fantastic show, might i say!” You and Elvis snap y’all’s neck to the familiar that made you cringe every time you heard it. The Colonel. Or at least what Elvis and others calls him.”Ah, Miss. y/l/n. what a pleasant surprise. I hope you enjoyed Mr. Presleys show.” Colonel spoke with slight annoyance in his voice. He wasn’t very fond of you, he believed you would tear Elvis down in his rise to fame.

“Mrs. Presley. Is gonna be her name soon.” Elvis said after a moment of silence between you three making you giggle and run your hand through his hair. “I put a ring on her finger, now all i have to do is get rid of her old last name, and she’s all mine.” he said kissing the top of your head and setting you on the ground.

You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Elvis and you growing old together, having children, and getting married.”I did enjoy the show, Colonel. Why, thank you for asking.” you said with an small attitude, you were sure he’d pick up on.

After the Colonel walked away, you and Elvis continued with y’all’s cute little moment.”Let’s go back to the hotel.. can’t wait to take this pretty lil’ dress off ya, and bend ya over that bed..“ Elvis said, tracing your body shape with his hands, licking his lips. “Kiss your pretty face and body.. leave hickeys..make ya cum..over…and.. over… and-“ he got lost in the thought of you, and although it did make you more wetter than you already were, and make you crave him more, you stopped his rambling.

“Elvis Aaron Presley!” you slapped his arm slightly with a small blush. “Maybe instead of rambling on about what you’re going to do to me..how about you do those things..” you say in a flirty tone, biting your bottom lip slightly, messing with his tie a bit, causing him to smirk.

You were in for a very..very long night with Elvis…

#elvis presley x reader #elvis presley #elvis x reader #elvis presley smut #elvisaaronpresley #austin butler x reader #austin!elvis smut

[legoflowrs]

HII i was wondering if you could do some hcs like you did for Kyle and Kenny but with Craig?? No pressure ofc! 💗

HEADCANNONS

cw: drug use, drinking, smoking, slight nsfw

AGED UP TO 18 PEOPLE

a/n: hiya! so in the head cannons craig is with tweek but obviously in the relationship ones he’s with reader xx

i’m also in my craig era rn! hope u like this anon <3

Craig Tucker

- I’m a firm believer in Peruvian Craig!

- He was adopted by Laura and Thomas but Tricia is their biological child.

- Struggled a lot with identity issues when growing up because he didn’t know much about his birth family.

- Laura being the angel she is worked extra hard to make sure Craig was in touch with his birth culture. Took him to a lot of events and tried to cook the food to the best of her ability.

- Out of all the families in South Park I think the Tucker family is the healthiest.

- Craig decided to not put a label on his sexuality. He just wants to go with the flow and see where life takes him.

- That being said it took a long time for him to accept he was attracted to guys. He had a lot of internalised homophobia because of the culture in South Park.

- He was petrified when he realised he had feelings for Tweek.

- I think his family were his rock during this time.

- Still flips everyone off. He thinks it’s peak humour (dumbass).

- Plays football 100%

- Dies when he sees that Tweek is cheering for him on the sidelines.

- Has a touch of the tism (lol).

- I think he really struggles to verbalise his emotions so he sticks to physical touch and acts of service.

- I think he’d probably also plays violin he finds it super calming.

- Listens to R&B.

- Goes to the gym a lot it relieves his stress.

- Goes for runs when he can’t go to the gym.

- Gets a job at Tweek bros and all the grandmas love him.

- Tea drinker!! His favourite is chamomile and honey.

- Tries to do some boxing with Tweek. Gets beat up by Tweek.

- Plays Roblox religiously.

- Likes cooking but hates baking.

- Wears slippers in the house like a little meemaw.

- I think he’d sell vapes on the dl lmao.

- HATES school dances but his friends force him to go anyway.

- Might not act like it but would die for his friends, he has a super soft spot for Clyde. They have been bestfriends for years.

- I head cannon he would become a firefighter lol (i have a fic idea in my head like firefighter!craig and paramedic!reader lol).

- Is still super obsessed with astronomy.

- But absolutely hates astrology he thinks it’s so dumb.

- Will go to the planetarium very often.

- Still wears his hat all the time. But in high school learnt to style his hair so started wearing it less often.

- Smokes weed with Kenny.

- Takes his alcohol well but gets super clingy when he’s drunk.

- He would say he hates parties but somehow is always at them.

- He HATES reading.

- Prob had to be tutored by Kyle during high school.

- Kenny pierced his nose.

- Has a good relationship with Tricia even though they bicker a lot. He takes her for ice cream.

- Loves kids but they find him intimidating lol.

- Is really good at calming babies down (meow).

- Royal blue is his favourite colour.

- Got into the bad habit of smoking cigarettes after having a fight with Tweek.

- Would have sleepovers with Tweek often. They make breakfast together 🥹

- He starts doing media in high school and buys a video camera. Makes little montages of his family and friends. Probably makes them for his friends birthdays as well. (this head cannon is inspired by the fic “ladies and gentlemen we are now floating in space” on ao3, go read it bc it changed my life).

- Plays chess.

- Listens to classical music.

- Likes hiking and discovering new trails.

- Guilty pleasure is Dolly Parton!!!!

- Avid milk drinker makes fun of others for drinking alternative milks.

- Grows flowers and gives them to Tweek. It takes ages cause he always forgets and they end up dying.

- Only drinks room temperature water.

- He has so many tattoos that Tweek designed (my head cannon is that Tweek is really good at art).

- Fucker is tall. 6’2!!!

- Is pretty defined from all the physical activity he does.

- When he’s older he rides a motorcycle.

- Exclusively wears converse. All his friends draw and write on them.

Craig in a relationship

- Okay let’s get down to business hehehe.

- Once again my major head cannon is firefighter!craig and paramedic!reader.

- He is super affectionate with you because that’s how he verbalises his love for you.

- Will do little things for you like tie your shoes or refill your water bottle without you asking.

- Absolutely froths when you wear his letterman jacket.

- He loves linking pinkies with you.

- He has a polaroid of y’all in his phone case.

- You guys have sleepovers often!

- You, him and Tweek go on day trips together.

- He’s not the best at consoling you when you’re upset but he really tries

- Y’all play Roblox together.

- He sends you gym gain updates (meow).

- Loves when your head is on his chest, he strokes your hair.

- Y’all always share headphones whenever you go anywhere.

- You are his passenger princess!!!

- He’s pretty experienced with sex. Loves making you feel good!

- Will hold your hand during sex he finds it super intimate.

- Is super insecure that you’ll leave him for someone who’s better at dealing with their emotions.

- I think he might have a tendency to blow up during arguments. He kinda shoves his feelings down so it all comes out during arguments.

- Goes for a run after y’all fight.

- Also head cannon that he will be super protective over you if you’re pregnant 🥹

- Would love to have a mini version of you guys running around.

- Likes to stargaze with you in the back of his truck.

- Y’all go camping together and roast s’mores on the fire.

- You beg him to go midnight swimming. He caves cause he can’t say no to you.

- Bends down to give you kisses.

- Loves holding your waist or hips.

- Holds your face in both his hands and gives you tender kisses on your nose.

- Will literally body slam you on the mattress cause he thinks it’s hilarious.

- You guys and Tweek have movie nights super often.

- When he falls in love he’s in deep.

- Will propose to you under the stars.

- Makes a video of all your friends saying happy birthday and a heartfelt message from him. Makes you cry for hours.

- Will pick you up when he hugs you.

- You braid Tricia’s hair and go get your nails done together.

- His parents adore you. Laura is a second mum to you.

- All in all Craig is super in love with you 10/10 boyfriend.

#south park x reader #craig tucker #craig tucker x reader #craig tucker headcannons #south park creek #south park headcannons #meow meow i love him

[aziraphales-library]

do you have any fic recs for aziracrow in the 1920s/30s? I watched Bright Young Things recently and now all I need in life is Aziraphale attending Gatsby-esque parties or anything similar along those lines. I love your blog btw! Very helpful <3

We have a #1920s tag, so check that out. Here are some 1930s/Gatsby/Bright Young Things fics...

wanna witness your eyes looking by izzyhandsgf (E)

"How could someone so unbearably holy commit such sins in the most beautiful way?" ----------------------------- Or, Aziraphale and Crowley meet in the 1930s, fem-presenting, and both are slightly overcome by their feelings for one another...

I’ll be Seeing You by gothwillgraham (G)

In the early 1930s, both Crowley and Aziraphale are active in London’s high society, without the other realizing it. When their respective orders cause them to cross paths for the first time since 1867, dealing with the tasks at hand is one thing. But dealing with the emotions built up in the last 70 years is quite another.

Lavender Coffin by The_Infamous_Jack (T)

“If Aziraphale had been in any way inclined, he would have been worried about the damnation of his soul if Heaven ever saw what he was up to. He never worried, though, because they couldn't see a damn thing. Aziraphale was not doing anything that involved Heaven at the moment, he was simply spending time with the humans, and as result, his lifestyle was completely invisible to them. They never bothered him, and he was free to act as sordid as the rest of the era if he so chose to.” ~~~ Aziraphale loves the 1920s, and he only wishes that he could share it with Crowley. Unfortunately, the more time that Aziraphale spends with the humans, and the more drunken letters he writes to his absent “husband”, the more he discovers the darker undertones to the era he thought he fitted right into. Eventually, he begins to spiral into questioning his own loyalties, and he desperately needs somebody to save him. It’s rather ironic that the only person who can is a demon, and one which Aziraphale hasn’t seen for over 70 years. Alternatively, the author watched Michael Sheen in Bright Young Things and you know what that means… (Aziraphale in makeup? Yes please).

Maybe This Time by orphan_account (T)

There was a cabaret in a city called Berlin, in a country called Germany, in a Europe that just narrowly escaped the end of the world and was rapidly heading towards another attempt. And in that cabaret, an Angel and a Demon were dancing together. The trumpets signaling end times could have been playing, and they wouldn’t have even heard it over the music.

Such Sweet Sorrow by Eldyra (M)

This work is loosely inspired by the wonderful comic "Jazz Baby" by WhiteleyFoster and "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Crowley and Aziraphale meet in 1923 at a party, which they both attend due to an assignment from their respective head offices. Crowley is having a bad night, Aziraphale still feels bad about the Holy Water argument, neither is in a party mood. So they take off together to make a memory that will remain precious to them both for the rest of their lives.

Celestial Bodies by Justkeeptrekkin (M)

The year is 1923. Aziraphale's friends at the gentlemen's club invite him for a weekend away in Devon. He asks Crowley to join. It gets very silly and very messy very quickly. That's just how things were in the roaring twenties.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #1930s #1920s #mod d

[ghostingssdeadlinee]

PLATONIC ALPHABET - DEAN WINCHESTER

warning(s): none? Maybe swearing?

AN: I actually love him sm <33

Adventures (what kind of crazy shit would you get into together?)

Well, besides hunting? Getting food in the middle of the night.

Also him forcing you too watch ‘doctor sexy’

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Best-childhood-friends.

Flirty at that.

Cuddling (do you ever cuddle? how physically affectionate are you?)

Yes. Either you just lay over him like a blanket or it’s after a hunt.

Sleeping, his head in the crock of your neck, you slowly going over his back and hair, mumbling, reading/watching something in the background.

He’s definitely big in hugs.

Soft and suddel touches are his specialty.

Dance (do you ever dance together? how?)

Jamming out too classic rock in baby is a given of course.

But slow dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, or rocking out in the kitchen in the middle of the night is something he’d so do be up for.

Enemies (were you ever enemies? Do you share the same enemies?)

He definitely doesn't like some of the people you call ‘friends’ (like Crowley, Gabriel, etc) if you call any demon/angel your friends he’d probably doesn't love them.

But Lucifer? Pain in the ass for both of you.

Fight (how often do you fight? how do you resolve conflict?)

Probably over you putting yourself in danger. He takes a while to cool down but after he does it you talk it out.

Gain (how have you helped each other improve as people?)

You’d be one of the only people he’d trust to actually talk about what makes him sad.

And the way you’d be there for him, telling him everything’s going to be okey and that he’s doing great, he doesn’t need to be ‘Strong’ all the time, he’d be there for you.

Whatever you need, he’ll get for you.

Help (how do they ask you for help? how do they help you when you need it?)

He rarely does because of him being scared you’ll look down on him.

But it’s definitely when your alone, closed of era.

Injured/Ill (how would they act if you got hurt or sick?)

Hurt? What or who ever hurt you is fucking dead. So fucking dead.

Sick? Baby you as a joke, but of course gets you medicine and food.

Will even cuddle you even if it could get him sick.

“Dean- you’re going to get sick.”

“Mhmm, yeah, but your worth it.”

Jokes (what’s their sense of humor like? how do you joke about things together?)

Most of the time the jokes on you, but like in a loving way.

He’ll also jokingly flirt. Like a lot.

Kisses (do you ever kiss? how? Kisses not on the lips count)

Forehead kisses. Cheek kisses.

Sometimes while he hugs you from behind he’ll plant a kiss right on top of your head.

Love (how do they show you they care?)

He’s very touchy, in a calm way.

Definitely voices it, maybe no by saying ‘I love you’ but I’m other ways.

Makes you a mix tape, let’s you pick the music in baby, even MAYBE would let you drive her.

Definitely tells you random facts about classic rock.

Meeting (how did you meet? how did you become friends?)

Childhood friends.

Nesting (do you co-habitate at all? how?)

At motels, if you want too, he’ll let you sleep in his bed with him, gladly cuddling if you let him.

Oasis (is there a specific place that is “your place”? what is it?)

I can imagine that there’s a place near Bobby’s that you used to go too sense you were kids, maybe like a cliff with a tree house. Going there whenever you want to be alone.

Protection (how protective are they over you?)

Very protective.

Definitely understand that you can take care of yourself from monsters but still would take a hit for you, putting himself in danger just so you don’t get hurt.

Again, will beat up anyone who decides to fuck with you.

Query (how inquisitive are they when it comes to getting to know you?)

Doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking to much, everyone has secrets, especially him, but also doesn’t want to you hiding something massive.

For two reasons:

One, it could way you down and make you sad / not feeling like you could be yourself.

Two, it could be helpful in hunting.

That might sound dark and mean, but maybe if it could help he’d really like two know.

Record (what’s something you’ll never let them live down?)

Definitely once got mega black out drunk and just wouldn’t shut up about the most random things.

all from his crushes, fictional or real.

Too how much he loves and cares for you.

And then too really embarrassing moments in his life he has never told anyone.

When he woke up the next morning, very hungover, you had a lot of fun teasing him about it for the next year.

Support (how would they show their support for you? how far would that support go?)

Well, it depends on what it is.

You like something? If he sees something that is alike he’ll steal get it for you.

Lgbtq? Same. (He definitely has some internalized homophobia but he could never point that at you.)

Wants to get out of hunting? Don’t forget him, please, but if you could, he’d be so happy for you.

Trust (how much do they trust you? how do they show you that?)

Tells you it in looks.

As long as you trust him, he trust you.

If you’re unsure about a plan and is a little worried it’ll fuck up, he’ll give you a look of ‘it’s okey, I trust you that this will work’

And when it does work he gives you another one of ‘see? You got it.’

Uplift (how do you bring each other up?)

Tell him how you feel safe and protected around him and he’ll just start to tear up and pull you into a tight hug.

Knowing you feel safe around him is better then anything.

He’d try too get you out of the place that got you down and then ether just talk or listen to music, in baby of course.

If you want to talk, he’ll listen and give advice the best he can.

If you just want to listen to music, even if he’s not into it himself he won’t mention it, singing along.

Vacation (do you ever travel together? what’s that like?)

I mean, outside hunting? Probably not. No where long at least.

Maybe he’ll take you to a diner or some silly place you’d like to go (like a cat cafe) but not like airplane travel/vacation.

Worry (do they worry about you? how often?)

Every time you’re away. Especially on hunts alone. Leaves you messages and if you don’t respond for some days he drives up there himself.

(Yes, a little clingy but he has attachment and abandonment issues okey?)

Xerox (are there any traits or habits of theirs that you’ve picked up by accident?)

‘Son of a bitch’ is a word you never said before you started hunting with dean. You kind of just picked it up.

Not really relevant, but sharing looks of ‘damn (s)he’s hot’ and ‘huh’ and even ‘what the fuck’.

Yahoo (what’s an inside joke you share?)

You’d see like a pineapple or something and just burst out laughing for the dumbest reason.

Like I’d be that you mispronounced something once and whenever you say the word, he’ll correct you with the wrong way you said it like 20 years ago.

Zany (do they have a weird side only you get to see? what’s it like?)

He can be so silly when he’s not sad.

Doing wired shit, making stupid childish jokes, talking shit, watching movies, shopping (with stolen credit cards ofc), even going to like painting or pottery, the places where you just make stuff.

#platonic alphabet #spn fanfic #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfiction

[carebearmareee]

random ass redacted headcanons bc i don’t have a life

• guy and honey would go see “& juliet” (after a wholeee lot of convincing from guy) and guy would be like whisper singing along the whole time

• asher and babe do matching costumes every halloween, if they shaw pack holds a costume contest, they are the winners for sure

• i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, angel and honey are both readers. honey is just a bit embarrassed by the fact that they enjoy emily henry’s writing so guy doesn’t need to know they read romance yet

• on the other hand, david will literally read anything that angel recommends to him, even if he thinks he’s going to hate it (he always ends up liking the books at least a little bit)

• i feel like sam would like noah kahan but idk and hozier. he just feels like that kinda guy to me

• damn crew definitely went to the eras tour with caelum

• gavin and fl were miss americana and the heart break prince FOR SURE

• guy and honey watch mean girls on a regular basis, either that or guy is blasting the musical soundtrack through the speaker they have. honey will sometimes come home to find him preforming a whole ass musical number while doing something around the house (can you tell that i love them yet?)

• milo did that august tiktok trend with aggro (can you tell that i also love taylor swift very much?)

• ollie and baby probably have like a shared google calendar where they put everything that they have planned so that they can make time to hang out because they’re both so busy with work and stuff

ok i’m done nowww

if anyone were to write a fanfic abt any of these little headcanons i would combust probably but if u do pls tag me i would scream

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted guy #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted gavin #redacted sam #redacted milo #redacted vincent #redacted caelum #redacted ollie #redacted headcanons #no one asked u mare 🤭

[carolmunson]

perfect penmanship (steddie x reader)

Fill for this prompt: ‘What if reader accidentally found eddies book and saw all of the things he wants to do to her and planned for her when steve was gone for that weekend. She would be on edge every time he was near her and she would get a funny feeling in her tummy anytime he so much looked at her. Eddie probably takes notice and does little things to get her reaction.’ This is an Eddie focused fic with some Steve cause I’m in my Harrington era and takes place the summer before Good Cop x Bad Cop (why am I creating lore???). I took some liberties on this. And also gave our reader a little bit of back story on how she met Steve. Sorry for the wait here, things are kind of all over the place while I get ready to leave for a job. This incredibly long one shot is also a little all over the place, but WHO CARES. I’m tired! Anyway, hope you love it. You can tell I started this fic while I was watching 'The Bear’. warnings: f!reader, MEAN!EDDIE, jealous!eddie, angst, sweet angel steve harrington who is always nice, mentions of a lot of different kinks including kn*feplay and p*ss (but not written out), smacking with a ruler, D/s dyanmics, use of 'daddy’ in sexual context, use of 'master’ in sexual context, p in v sex, degredation, humiliation, smoking, all that jazz oh yeah and if you’re under 18 don’t read my content.

Summer, Hawkins, 1990 

Eddie kept himself busy in the kitchen, if there was something he was good at outside of music, it was cooking. Now that Steve was on vacation he could put in a little more effort now that he was just cooking for two.

It was 90 degrees, hot and steamy in the kitchen with pans and pots going on the stove and the oven cranked. Eddie shook a sauté pan, sizzling aromatics, his back muscles outlined by a heather grey t-shirt drenched in sweat. He had his hair tied up on itself in a bun at the nape of his neck. His bangs still fluffing in his eyes, other stray hairs sticking to his face. His cheeks blushed red from the heat outside and the flames on burners. 

You walked into the kitchen, looking much less frazzled since you’d spent all day in the air-conditioning upstairs. You wore an old Camp Hawkins t-shirt from when you were a kid. The kind of camp shirt that would be too big for your whole life, that got softer with every wash. You pulled open the fridge and grabbed a can of Coke, letting the chill flow over you, shutting your eyes.

“Hey, hey, close that. I have dough in there,” he called over his shoulder, “Can you grab me the red wine on the counter, sweet thing? It should be open already.”

You look over at him lazily and offer a bored reply, “Yes, chef.” 

You put your can on the table, shutting the fridge door lightly (even though you wanted to slam it). The bottle clinked as you pulled it by the neck off the counter, he reached back for it without turning around – pouring the contents into the pan that flared with a quick flame. 

“Careful,” you chided, he looked over his shoulder and winked. 

“Will you go put this in the recycling?” he asked, now quickly stirring with one hand, the bottle outstretched to you in the other. You plucked it from him by the base. 

“Yes, chef,” you said with a smile, washing the bottle out in the sink that was already starting to over flow with mixing bowls and other kitchen ware. This morning it was cakes, tonight it was duck, tomorrow you were sure he’d want to smoke a whole pig. You gently dropped the bottle into the glass recycling (Eddie was very serious about separating cans and bottles) with a little ‘clang!’, going back into the kitchen to grab your abandoned Coke can on the table. 

“Can you also go grab one of the big box fans out of me and Steve’s room and bring it down here? I’m sweating buckets, baby,” he said, turning half way at his waist. You blushed as his shirt lifted – the tattoos on his hips peeking out from the tops of his jeans, the bottom ridge of his defined oblique being brushed by the gray fabric – it drove you wild. 

“Yes, chef,” you said, walking out of the kitchen. 

“Hey,” he said, you turned your head, your brows raising to silently ask ‘hm?’

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he gushed, his boyish grin breaking across his face. 

“Thank you, chef,” you grinned back, hurrying up the stairs to grab the fan. You sighed as you got in the room, the fan resting on a splay of books and comics on top of the low makeshift book case Eddie made from an upright shelving unit. The other one was clamped down in the window to let fresh air in. From the looks of it, Eddie had left both of them on last night, letting it them all day – Steve was gonna throw a fit when they got the electric bill this month. 

As you go to turn the nob on the fan, it falls on the floor, splaying the books everywhere – papers fanning themselves out across the room.  “Shit, shit!” you say to yourself, turning it off and putting it up right, unplugging it from the wall behind the bookcase. You turned around, hurrying to pick up and re-organize the books on the ground. Even if Eddie wouldn’t totally care, you didn’t want to get anything reported back to Steve that wasn’t absolutely glowing. In your efforts, you came across a composition notebook – clearly getting plenty of use, tucked neatly part way under the couch. 

The cover was crudely scrawled on in penmanship that could only be Eddie’s:  'Crime :)  &  Punishment >:(’

You huffed a laugh, and opened the cover, but instead of finding Eddie’s diary, you found the beginnings of a list of things Eddie wanted – from and to do to you:

Tie her up and keep her in the bedroom for free use whenever we want for a few nights, maybe after she’s too handsy on a date or something. (Steve loves this.)

Tie her up the next time I make us dinner and put her on the center of the table and eat her. eat her out. (Update: this went great and she came six times like a fucking whore, fell asleep before she could even try the eclairs I made which was kind of annoying)

She asked for the 'Dungeon Master’ when she came to drop off my dice at Hellfire and I would kill a kid just for her to call me Master in the house on her knees

Slave Leia costume????? (Steve said he won’t be Jabba, I think he’d be great)

Get leather cuffs, the steel ones hurt her even though she won’t say they do.

Bathroom denial? Am I into piss???? Or do I just like to watch her cry and get embarrassed? Might be into piss or watching her piss herself. Steve said no :(

Start ashing my cigs in her mouth when she talks back to me or cusses. Put my cigs out on her thighs. note ^^ Steve said be careful not to trigger her asthma :( but otherwise okay

fake kidnap her when she’s getting out of work and put her in the trunk and fuck her in the woods like a worthless whore. measured steve’s trunk and she wont fit and she’ll know its my van if we use my van :( ^^ update: Steve said no. :(

Make her hold a quarter or a nickel (ridge side) to the wall with the tip of her nose and use the leather strap every time she drops it. (Steve wants to do this ASAP!!!!!)

More rice kneeling, MORE RICE KNEELING

fuck her in those little skirt suits she wear to work fuck her in her skirt suits BEFORE work and mess up her hair and makeup and make her go to work like a used fucking slut after she gets out of line

need more soap for when she runs that stupid pretty mouth

kind of wanna piss in her mouth??? maybe in the shower or something

wanna dress her up as arwen

anal training (update: steve said he doesn’t think she’s ready but what the fuck does he know)

ren faire date, she’d be such a cute bar wench (not inviting steve)

saw her play with my switchblade the other day, why did it make me hard?

do you think she’s start letting me bring knife play into punishments? steve said that’s an accident waiting to happen

“Babe, I need that fan!” you heard him call from the kitchen. Your heart raced, some of these were scary. “Coming!” you called back, quickly tossing the notebook into your desk drawer in the man-cave they commandeered. You grabbed the fan and hurried down stairs, a little out of breath.

“Sorry, chef,” you smiled, “I knocked over some books and I wanted to put them back nicely.”

“That’s thoughtful,” he said, not turning around yet.

“Did I hear something come out of your mouth upstairs that I shouldn’t have?” he asked, stepping away from the oven and leaning against the counter. He tapped a cigarette out of his American Spirit box and held it in his lips, looking at you.

Your heart raced, he was gonna ash in your mouth. Holy fuck he was gonna do this cause Steve wasn’t home. He was gonna– “Baby, answer me,” he said, a huff of impatience slid on his words while he took a drag of his cigarette, “Too hot to wait for you to figure it out.”

“Yeah, but I was just startled,” you said, rounding your eyes into his favorite look, “It won’t happen again.” His heart melted when he looked at you like that, all flushed and nervous. He went to the sink, reaching under the cabinet first and your breath hitched as he pulled out some liquid hand soap.

“As long as it doesn’t happen again,” he hummed, rinsing and then washing his hands in the sink. You tried to make your heart rate slow down. “Everything’s just simmering down here sweet thing, so I’m gonna take a shower,” he said, peeling his t-shirt off to reveal his tattooed chest. His jeans hung low on his hips, the band of his boxers slipping with the slick of his sweat – your mouth filled with spit. You wished he’d bend you over the counter and fuck you right there. “You wanna come with me?” he asked.

’kind of wanna piss in her mouth??? maybe in the shower or something’

“Um! No thank you,” you said, “Plus, Steve said he’d call and I wanted to make sure that–” Ring, ring. Ring, ring. “I’ll take it in your room,” you said, bounding up the stairs past him and closing the door behind you. You eagerly picked up the phone.

“Hi, Harrington residence,” you said with a perfect, clean voice. “Well if it isn’t the prettiest girl I know,” Steve said on the other end of the line. You swooned at the sound of his voice.

“Hi Stevie,” he could hear your smile through the phone, “How’s it going over there?”

“Well my dad got a sunburn so we’ll get to listen to him complain about it for the next three days,” he grumbled, “How are things at home, where’s Ed?”

“He’s in the shower, he’s making us dinner tonight,” you answered.

“Well, that’s sweet.”

“Yeah…I guess. I miss you, though,” you mumbled, fumbling open your desk drawer and taking out Eddie’s notebook.

“I miss you too, babe,” he said, his voice soft and needy, “Spent my whole time here so far thinkin’ about our date night. The boat’s not the same without you. -ugh- Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell her. My dad says hi, by the way, if you can’t hear him from over my shoulder.“

Your heart swelled at the memory of his little ‘last day’ stunt before he left for vacation. He made a big show of taking you out shopping the night before, making sure you had a new dress for where he was taking you the before he left. He loved when you got all dolled up for him, but you weren’t his plaything those couple of days. You were you, like you used to be — like old times.

He brought you into town for a nice dinner, like a nice one. The kind of restaurant Eddie wouldn’t be allowed into at a glance. You shared a bottle of wine, you got dessert, he kissed you on the street while you waited for a cab to take you home. And home?

Home was heavenly. The first time in ages he didn’t just bend you over and take you. The first time in a while he said your name while he pushed into you. He held you close and desperately on his lap while you rocked on top of him – it was slow and sensual. He never wanted you to forget it. "Hi, Mr. Harrington,” you called through the phone, “I don’t know if he asked, but could you let your dad know I got all the filing done yesterday. So I just have to go through his messages tomorrow and make some calls.”

“Don’t talk business with me, honey, I’m on vacation,” he whined. It was the only time Steve got grumbly in a boyish way, when you talked about work. It’s how he met you, at a holiday party at his dad’s firm, Mr. Harrington’s fresh new secretary. He didn’t know whether to love you for looking so professional and precious at your desk, or hate you for his dad trusting you more than he ever trusted Steve.

A few months into dating Steve wanted to impress you by bring you to the lake house. He got it together for that weekend and took you out on his daddy’s boat every day because you liked being out on the water. He’d melt every time you’d call him 'Sailor Stevie’ and giggle. But things were different now, and that was okay. You’d make it back to the lake house eventually.

“I’m sorry,” you giggled, “Do you have anything fun planned for later? Are they doing fireworks or anything?” “I don’t know, I have to man the grill – wish Ed would fit in with my parents so he could cook instead. We have some family friends coming over so, you know, same old as every summer. Rich people talking about how rich they are,” he said.

“Steve you’re one of the rich people at the party talking about how rich they are,” you teased.

“Baby, I work at Family Video,” he grumbled. “You’re a manager at Family Video,” you corrected, “And you know your dad is proud of you for that. He said that after another year of this you could apply to the fi–” “I’m not working for my fucking dad,” he said shortly.

“Okay, okay,” you soothed, “I’m sorry.” “S'fine, I’m sorry for snapping,” he said, his voice getting a little husky. You couldn’t hear anymore shuffling behind him in the background, everyone must’ve gone outside, “You bein’ a good girl for me at home?”

Your body tingled, your chest feeling heavy, slickness immediately forming between your legs at the question. He could hear you get breathless, a little chuckle comes out of him, “Honey, I asked you a question, are you being good for me?”

The dominance creeping into his voice made you shiver. The shower was still going in the bathroom, it couldn’t hurt if you just…

“Yes, I’m being such a good girl,” you confessed, your hand sneaking past the waist band of your cotton shorts and slipping between your legs. Offering yourself slow and lazy circles over your panties – you didn’t want him to find out you were doing anything you’re not supposed to. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, “I’ll be home sooner than you think, pretty girl. I’ll take you out again, just us.”

“Just us?” you smiled, a blush forming on your cheeks. You pulled your underwear to the side, the cool air from the fan in the window shocking your body against the slickness. You let a finger glide over your opening up to your clit, stifling a huff of pleasure so Steve wouldn’t catch on. “Yeah, I wanted to take you to the new place dow–” Dial tone. You frowned, your hand snaking out of your panties, “Steve? You there?” “Steve?” you said again, turning around towards the door only to see Eddie standing over your desk. His fingers pressing down hard on the receiver. “You havin’ fun in here?” he asked. Your body went to ice. Even with a towel around his waist, dripping form the shower, he looked menacing.

“No,” you quickly responded, straightening up in the chair. “You know I don’t take kindly to being lied to, sweet thing,” he said, taking the phone from you and hanging it up, “If you were feeling a little pent up, you could’ve just asked. But now that you had to go break the rules…” Guilt swirled in your chest, knowing how this looked to him. Not only were you breaking a pretty hard rule, but it was for Steve. Ed had been seething the whole time Stevie had you out on his arm, while he took you to dinner, while he made love to you in the bed you shared. “C'mon, get up,” he said.

“But I was on the phone,” you said, “Steve was telling me something and he’s gonna think I hung up on him.” “I don’t give a fuck that Steve is gonna think you hung up on him,” he hissed, “Get. Up.”

You did what you were told, following him to the bedroom, asked to kneel at his feet while he got changed. He shook out his hair, showering you in little water droplets that smelled like the shampoo you bought him. “Stay,” he commanded, going back into the other room. You hear something rustle and then, “Are you fucking kidding me?” He stomped back in with the notebook in his hand, “Does this belong to you?” “No, sir,” you said in a soft low voice. “So what is it doing on your desk?” he asked, “I know I didn’t put it there. Did you read it?” Tears welled in your eyes, you nodded, “Y-yes. Just one page, I promise.” Eddie sighed, tapping the corner of the book on the top of the dresser, “You’re really outdoing yourself, here.” “I’m s-s-sorry,” you choked out.

“Don’t cry,” he glowered. A phrase he usually said when he was wrapping you up in his arms after a spanking from Steve, but this was harsh and bitter – biting. “Since this whole thing is about self control, try it out,” he said, “Don’t fucking cry.” You sniffed, your eyes wide at the demand. You took a deep shuddering breath to try to self regulate. “That’s better,” he chided. He pulled you up for your kneeling position and brought you downstairs back into the hot kitchen. “Not in herrrreee,” you whined, “It’s too hot.” He roughly sat you down at the kitchen table, “I still have to finish making dinner for you, in case for you forgot what I’ve been doing all day.” Your heart sunk, you were ruining his whole big gesture – which was honestly Eddie’s favorite thing to do. Always one for theatrics. He slapped the notebook down in front of you and swiped through a few pages, leaning over you like your dad did when he was helping you with homework. “Let’s see…” he mumbled to himself, “Since I’m busy, it needs to keep you busy.” “There we go,” he said, pointing to a bullet on the list, “Read it out loud to me.” “You don’t have to keep admitting you don’t know how to read, Ed,” you smirked.

He wrapped your hair around his hand and yanked it back, “Don’t get cute with me. Do you want me to call Steve and have him come back here?”

You shook your head no and he let go of your hair, pointing back down to the bullet point on the list. “Have her write 40 lines with her right hand, supervised, use a ruler on her hands the moment her composition isn’t perfect. Make her start over every time. Put all the bad composition on the fridge to remind her how worthless she is,” you read out loud, your voice getting smaller and smaller with each word. “But I’m left handed,” you said to him. “Are you stupid? We know that,” he asked, his face annoyed and quizzical, “That’s why you have to use your right hand. It’s like Catholic school.”

You whined and huffed, the heat starting to get to you. The fan on the counter just blowing more hot air around. He pulled a wide wooden ruler out of the junk drawer and a pen, slamming them down on the table in front of you. He turned closer to the end of the notebook to a clean page and smoothed it out. “Since I have more shit to do, you only have to do ten, go,” he said, back in his position over you. They always had you write 'I will learn self control,’ when it came to touching yourself without asking, so you didn’t need the clarification. The pen felt wrong and uncomfortable in your right hand, you fumbled when you saw Eddie pick up the ruler. “Maybe it’s the heat, or because you’re ruining dinner, or because I don’t really like sharing my toys very often,” he said through gritted teeth, “But I can’t wait for you to fuck up.”

A tear spilled out of your eye at the fear of knowing it was gonna hurt when he got use out of that ruler. You put the pen to the paper, trying to smoothly write 'I’, but it came out more diagonal than anything. CRACK! The sound of the ruler on your knuckles made you jumped before the stinging pain bloomed. “OUCH!” you yelped, “That hurts, Ed.” “It’s. Supposed. To hurt,” he said, another crack of the ruler after every pause in his sentence, “Or else you don’t learn anything.” You looked up at him again, your eyes round and swimming with tears, “What if I was just really sorry? I’m so sorry Ed, you don’t have to be mad at me.”

“I am mad at you,” he said, “And I told you not to fuckin’ cry.” Your knuckles were already welting, “And what do you say after we punish you?” he asked. “Th-thank you,” you whispered. He ripped the paper out so a fresh one was in front of you.

“Start over,” he hissed. His jaw was tight while he watched you, eyes dark and brooding. He wasn’t just mad, you could tell he was hurt about something. You did start over, again, and again, and again. He barely spoke, just whacked that ruler down with vigor every time your hand merely slid wrong. Your knuckles were starting to break at the skin, little droplets of blood started peeking through the creases. “I said, perfect penmanship,” he growled after the seventh attempt, “What about that do you not understand?” “It’s h-hard after you hit my h-hands,” you responded, still doing your best to keep your tears in. “We’re gonna be here all night, aren’t we? Can’t even do this simple thing,” he grumbled, sighing and turning the heat down on the oven. He grabbed the oven mitts on the counter and took out the duck, letting it rest on a trivet over by the sink. You felt your nose burn at how stupid he made you feel. “You know I put in all this effort for you and you just like, you don’t even care,” he muttered, not really expecting you to hear him. “Hm?” you started, “Whad'you mean? Of course I care.”

The dominance in his stance was faltering, he leaned against the counter and looked at you, “I’ve been trying to keep you happy this whole week, and you’re still so hung up on Steve. It’s like I’m not even here unless you need to be put in your place.” “Ed–” you started. “And I get it, you were his girl first and you’re Daddy’s precious princess but, you’re my girl, too y'know?” he said, “I wanna take you out, I wanna get you a new dress…” “You can still do those things, we can do those things,” you said, finishing up your fourth line on the new page.

“Just forget it, stay focused,” he said while he came back to lean over you and watch, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his bandana. “You’re making me nervous,” you said, “It’s easier when you don’t watch me…” “Do you talk this much when you do lines for Daddy?” he asked, “Shut up, and write.” You flinched at his harshness, scared and sad about him, “Yes, Master.” “Hm?” you caught the blush burn his cheeks, a bashful grin peeking out from his hardened look, “What was that?” “Yes, Master,” you repeated, focusing your eyes on your lines but smirking at your own cleverness. “Baby, you can’t go around saying that to me when I’m supposed to be mad at you,” he mumbled, standing upright and pushing his hair out of his face. The heat of the kitchen had mostly dried it and he tied it back up in a bun at the base of his neck. His bangs were still puffy and wild against his face. You surveyed him, seeing the bulge growing in his jeans. “Can’t we do something else, sir?” you grinned, “I know how to make you not mad at me. I promise I learned my lesson.” You got on your knees in front of him, reaching for his belt. “I just wanna make you happy,” you really laid it on thick, undoing his belt with a clink and unzipping his jeans. He didn’t stop you from taking his cock out, still a little overwhelmed from his new nickname. “Fuck, kitten, you’re supposed to be in trouble,” he said, leaning back on his hands on the bar cart behind him. You let your hand glide with his skin, soft and silky, still smelling like his body wash and clean laundry. He peered down at you, catching your beaten knuckles as you stroked him, and pouted. He stopped your hand, taking it in his gently and pulled you up for your knees. “Did I do something wrong?” you asked, he was never one to pass up on a blowjob.

“No, no,” he said, he leaned in to kiss you, wet and aggressive. “Juss really needa fuck you right now,” he mumbled, kissing and biting at your neck. He pulled your shorts and underwear off with one fell swoop, hoisting you onto the kitchen table. You let out a squeal that turned into a deep moan while he pushed into you. His ringed hand hoisted up your leg to give him more access while he gripped your hip hard with the other, driving into you at a steady pace. Your breaths hitched at every thrust, he was hitting every spot just right. Your mouth hung open at his rhythm, sweat building on both of you. “It’s gotta be quick baby,” he said, panting, “I have to strain the au jus.” You whined into his quickened pace, feeling yourself get close. “M’ gonna…oh fuck, Ed,” you groaned, digging your nails into his shoulder, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” “Cum for me princess, come on,” he muttered in your ear, tilting you back a little, letting his thumb slip over your clit. That soft sensation did it for you, sending you yowling in the center of the kitchen with the curtains open. Eddie pulled out, sending hot wet seed all over your Camp Hawkins shirt – luckily missing the table as a whole. You both caught your breath, and you slid off the table. “That was, wow,” you said, “Wow.” “Yeah,” he breathed, “Yeah.” Eddie shook his head, getting himself back together. “Are you okay?” he asked, while you put your short back on. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you said. He came over and laid a gentle kiss on your forehead, lifting your hand and kissed right above your aching knuckles. “We’ll put some ice on it, okay?” he said, “You did so good for me.” You blushed, “I’m gonna change first.” “Can you do two more things for me?” he asked. “Yes.” “Can you clean this table, and then clean yourself up nice and pretty for dinner? It should be all ready when you’re done.” “Yes, chef,” you smiled, walking into the pantry to get your supplies. The phone started to ring and you paused, looking at the phone on the wall and then at Eddie. “You gonna get that? It’s probably Steve,” he said, turning his back to you and reaching for the sauce pans. “No,” you said, at the pantry door, “I’ll just call him tomorrow.” While you didn’t see it, Eddie flushed, his heart racing. His girl, at least for the week, just his girl.

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[naturesapphic]

Loved

Melanie Martinez x fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort fic

Wind and rain were beating against our windows as it showed us that the storm was getting worse by each minute. It didn't help melanie as she was already feeling bummed out and stressed. She just released the death music video and she's really nervous on how the fans will react to the new creature she created and the song. Which you can understand, this album and how she's transforming into a new era is scary for her, but you know she is excited for the new change.

You fixed her a big bowl of chocolate ice cream to help her with her nerves and plus, she loves chocolate anyway. You gave her her bowl and sat down next to her on the couch. "thank you sugar..." she said in a low but sweet tone. You pouted at her sad demeanor and scooted closer to her so you can cuddle and comfort her. "Are you still nervous about what people will say about the music video baby?" you questioned her softly.

She nodded and looked down at her bowl of ice cream, playing with it with her spoon which made you even more worried. She always eats her ice cream before it melts too much and her ice cream was melting fast. "is there anything I could do to help you sweetie?" you asked her sincerely.

She picks up her spoon and takes a small bite out of her ice cream and shrugs. “I dunno…whatever you want to do” she says in a low voice. She slowly finishes her ice cream and puts her bowl down in front of her. “I’m gonna go shower baby. I’ll be back soon…” she says as she bends down to you and kisses your forehead softly. She walks up the stairs and goes into the bathroom and turns on the shower.

You quickly got up and started to fix up the living room as you wanted to do something special for her since she has been feeling worried and anxious, so you thought you would fix her up a movie night. You fixed a fort using the couch and deciding to put some fairy lights in the fort to light it up some, plus you know how she loves her fairy lights.

You baked some of her favorite desserts and got some snacks along with it. You went onto Disney plus and got Alice in wonderland pulled up ready to watch when she gets down here. You got some apple juice instead of alcohol to be funny and got some of her favorite stuffed animals. You got peanut and banana over here because you know that she would want them to join movie night as well.

A few moments later, you heard footsteps come down the wooden steps and into the living room revealing your girlfriend in a pink fluffy nightgown. She looked at you with her jaw to the floor but she also had a confused look on her face. “Surprise!” You softly exclaimed at her. A wide smile broke out on her face and she ran into your arms and gave you little kisses all over your face in thanks.

“This is so amazing baby! Thank you so much!” She said happily as she kept giving you kiss after kiss. You giggled and moved y’all’s positions where you were on top and she was under you. “Of course angel…I know you have been feeling down and I wanted to do something nice for you you know?” You explained to her. She nodded and kept smiling at you.

“You are incredible y/f/n. I love you to the moon and back.” She says softly as she looks up at you in awe. You smile “I love you more meli…so much.” You say as you lean down to kiss her soft lips. She kisses back and wraps her arms around your neck. You pull away which makes her pout and you giggle. “Let’s go ahead and watch our movie baby.” You said as you peck her lips a few times and get up off of her.

Y’all cuddled under the tent and started watching the movie while holding each other tight. Melanie will never forget this and she is so grateful for you. You always know how to make her feel better.

A/n: hi guys! How are y’all? I hope I did this request okay. Just know that I love y’all. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest <3

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[vidavalor]

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Aziraphale's near constant, semi-intentional euphemisms for sex in relation to Crowley in S2...

-The "I've got Doctor Who in the back of my bookshop" moment. Yes, Aziraphale. Yes, indeed, you do...

-THE BENTLEY SEX. OUR car. This angel is still on birth of rock 'n roll okay-- he's only on Buddy Holly-- but he's really in his whole "baby, you can drive my car/baby, I love you" era. Cars as constant euphemisms for sex and Aziraphale all "I thought I'd ride the living fuck out of the vehicle onto which you project your identity, Crowley!" How much he revels in teasing Crowley with "*our* car" and that "isn't she a beauty?" look that made the Bastille scene blush. How Crowley's living in the car as much as Aziraphale lives in the bookshop so Aziraphale + Bentley = Crowley + Bookshop. Crowley *feeling everything that Aziraphale and the Bentley do in the car* lol.

CROWLEY GROWLING AT AZIRAPHALE GOING TOO SLOWLY IN HIS CAR AND TELLING HIM TO GO FASTER as the inverse of the "you go too fast for me, Crowley" scene... just... lol

-Aziraphale's kinda porny "I know what I'll be doing for the next 21 minutes" response to getting his new record and then his music later on, uninterrupted, *whilst he's riding The Bentley* ;)

-DEMONS NEED VAMPIRE INVITES TO GET INTO ANGELIC SPACES WHICH MEANS THAT AZIRAPHALE, AT ONE POINT, HAD TO INVITE CROWLEY INTO THE BOOKSHOP. He had to consent for Crowley to come in. Metaphorical sex. The Bookshop is also *the only place in the world for Crowley where Hell cannot find him*. They can jump into every radio, onto every cinema screen, pop in and out of The Bentley, even, *but Crowley is safe in the Bookshop because Hell is invite-only there*. (It's a little unclear if that's still true at the end of S2 since Maggie accidentally let in a whole not-quite-legion of demons but it at least *was* true.) And, yeah, let's just not touch right now that it's also there where Crowley gets his heart crushed. Let's instead focus on the cuteness that is The Bookshop takes care of Crowley and lets him have a safe space while The Bentley loves on Aziraphale and turns yellow, gives him sweets and plays his music happily.

-The "seamstress" scene in Aziraphale's Jane Austen ball. Yes, it's just funny because clearly Aziraphale knows that this woman is a madam but he's put some spell of romantic innocence on the party so that when she tries to describe what she does, she winds up going on and on in a sexual way about tending to a man's clothes. Darning them. *Repairing a man's clothes* as sex...

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