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could it shine down here with you?
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so, its been like three days since the release of ttpd and u need to know ur fav track so far
HELLO I think my favorite track is Clara bow.. or I hate it here.. I LOVE EM ALL WBU
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HAPPY TTPD DAY GIRL
AYEEEE HAPPY TTPD DAYYYYYY
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i love coming home from work smelling like waffle cones
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BETTY I WON’T MAKE ASSUMPTIONS ABOUT WHY YOU SWITCHED YOUR HOMEROOM BUT I THINK IT’S CAUSE OF ME
BETTY ONE TIME I WAS RIDING ON MY SKATEBOARD WHEN I PASSED YOUR HOUSE.. ITS LIKE I COULDNT BREATHE!!!!!!!!!!!
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I almost kissed someone last night and it had my heart rate unhealthily high LMFAOOOOO
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Poly!Marauders Fic Recs
Literally any work of @ellecdc, @moonstruckme and @ddejavvu
i am half-agony, half-hope. . . i have loved none but you and time will tell by @sunnami
Say my name by @myfictionaldreams
untitled by @ohwowimlonley
untitled by @luveline
What are you wearing by @myfictionaldreams
untitled by @luveline
untitled by @bettysupremacy
you'd be the love of my life when i was young by @sunnami
untitled by @writtenbymoonflower
untitled by @luveline
in the car by @cosmal
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remus lupin fic recs
* contains smut
Red by @jamespottersdaisy
Your girl by @bettysupremacy
Mouse by @siriuslovebot
Alive and True by @nincompoopydoo
Gold dress by @curseofaphrodite
Lover’s Rock by @cosmal
Pomegranates by @curseofaphrodite
*Surprise! We’re Making Love by @ellecdc
Woven Together by @love-quinn
*frenemies with benefits by @theemporium
*enemies to lovers by @theemporium
Cocky Remus by @theemporium
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As Hall and Oates no. 1 fan I can 100% attest to the fact that Steve Harrington would love them
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LFMAOOOO
Hi lovie!!! I love ur fics! I would love to see a Remus fic with an inexperienced gf! Not smut but like the convo before it like May be she's super anxious bc she's worried she won't make Remus feel good or like what if Remus hates the way she looks?? And Remus is reassuring her
thankkk youu for the request he’s so cute, 17+ just cause it’s a lil suggestive yanno
When Remus had asked you to stay the night through bleary eyes after the movie had ended, you hadn’t had the strength to say no. When he leaned in to kiss you, his knee nestled between your thighs, you knew you made the right decision.
His kisses were soft and breathless, growing more intense as you moved beneath him. He was warm and broad, hard to quit.
His hand grazes your thigh now, though you know better than to think of it as intention. He pulls up, trailing wet kisses down your cheek and neck. You gasp, tugging on his brown hair.
“I’ve never..”
He buries in your neck. He smells like warm vanilla and books. Maybe cedar. You dunno, you’re not a chemist.
“Been touched?” He asks innocently. His tone almost makes you smile.
His lips are pink and swollen from his attack on you. You swipe at the corner softly and he turns his head to kiss the pad of your thumb. He’s sweet, and his smile afterwards is stupid. He’s awful.
“Yeah.” You murmur, looking down at where his hand falls flat over your sock. Your knee had been hiked up in the frenzy. His hand roams up from your sock to hold your knee.
“That’s okay, we don’t have to do anything till you’re ready.”
You nod, looking him in the eyes. His are soft and round. “But what if you don’t.. like it?”
“That’s very vague,” he smiles at you a little. “like what?”
“Me,” you’re almost silent. “Or like.. when we’re doing.. it..”
He wants to laugh but he doesn’t want to upset you. “I wouldn’t care about that either.”
“My body?”
He shakes his head adamantly. “Do you know what I look like?”
He eyes his scars. They run over his body, weaving through each other at times. You don’t care about them, don’t let your eyes wonder. You found yourself doing it at times when you first met him, almost immediately looking away guilty. You weren’t judgmental of the puffy lines that run through him, just curious.
“I’ve never cared about that.” Your eyebrows furrow.
“Exactly,” he pushes some hair away from your eyes. “Why would I?”
You nod, breathing out. He’s right and you know it. He wouldn’t shy away from the meat of your tummy or the happy trail under your belly button. Wouldn’t gawp at your thighs or the swell of your breasts.
Well, maybe he would, but for different reasons.
“I want to do that.”
“Okay.” He nods. “Right now?”
“Um,” you murmur, eyes falling away from him.
“That’s okay too.”
He’s very genuine, grasping your jaw in his hand. He just wants to look at you. That’s it. Your eyes and your nose, your cheeks and your lips. They’re as pink as his, also puffy, slightly swollen. He smiles at the sight, dipping to drop his forehead against yours. He exhales softly, nudging the bridge of his nose against yours. It’s a quiet moment before you speak.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
You nod, shying away from his eyes again, leaning up toward him.
“Can I kiss you?” He murmurs, mouth dangerously close to yours to be asking that question. Yet, you know if you said no he’d move away.
“Mhm.”
He dips back down, softer than before. You don’t know what to do with your hands, reaching up to hold his cheeks softly. You can feel the skin of his face move into a smile.
“Can I..” he starts slowly, dropping down for a slow kiss before continuing. “Do this?”
He reaches his broad hand to the hem of your shirt, nudging it up a little. Your tummy flips as he looks back up for confirmation. You nod, and he pushes his hand under, not roaming too far. He holds himself accountable, stopping right under the band of your bra. His hips lower too. You can feel him against you as he holds you closer, kissing deeper.
“I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs, if not to himself, to you. “I’ll be gentle.”
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i love you people who like one fic then ten minutes later another then another then follow me then you start to reblog I see you and I love u it makes me laugh imagining you being like wait a sec. Wait a sec. This bitch is pretty good actually
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would you ever write platonic fics? or fics where reader has another sexuality like asexual or something?
I hope you’re having a great weekend mwah
Yes I would!! I’m actually writing something like that for the marauders rn but if you want something specific feel free to send a request!
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I’m sorry honey, that’s always the worst 😕
UGH it’s okay but like we’ve been best friends since we were 11 so this instability that is her mid ass boyfriend is really earthquaking me
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how to get ur best friend to stop ditching you for her new boyfriend no borax no glue
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What do you think of Mike with a low key rich babysitter reader, and she's like so nice so she pays his bills cause she knows he's struggling and buys him food?
I think that’s a gorgeous idea & I’m sorry I posted it 5 months later 🎀
You dance around his living room, picking up crayons and stuffed animals. Typical night for you. There’s a bottle of milk stuffed under your arm, slowly leaking onto the carpet before you notice it.
“Shit,” you hush, rearranging your grip.
You hadn’t spoken to Mike since last night when he’d dropped off $20, then kissed you and fled feeling like an idiot when you’d stood there shocked. But you’d come over today without calling and he couldn’t have been more grateful. Selfishly, he’d been concerned about finding a babysitter as lenient about pay as you.
“Y/n.”
“Shit,” You flinch, dropping the teddy bear known as Freddy, and the milk.
“I pay for a babysitter, not a housemaid.”
He doesn’t even really pay for you. ‘Cept for $20 when he can afford it. You don’t want him to either. He needs a babysitter, you need to get out of the house, it’s a good deal.
“Sorry.” You’re not, and he knows you’re not, but he lets it slide.
“I don’t need charity.” He drops his keys onto the table and stalks into the kitchen. “don’t need it.”
“You’re not charity.” You mumble, digging the toe of your shoe into the carpet embarrassed.
He opens the fridge loudly, pausing, the full fridge foreign to him. You’re done for. He’d told you no more shopping. No more pitying him, no more paying his light bill, no more grocery shopping. “Y/n?”
“Yes, Mike?” You try to sound chipper.
“What did I just say?”
“You pay for a babysitter not a maid?”
“After that.”
“Um,” you stall, “I’m not really sure, I think I hear Abby crying, maybe I should—“
“I said no charity,” he sighs, closing the door to look back at you. “I don’t need charity.”
“It’s really not charity.” You stumble out, tripping to get off your knees. “I was at the store with Abby earlier cause I was hungry and—“
“Y/n.”
“Yes?”
“Just not again.”
You sigh. “Kay.”
The silence is almost unbearable. “Hey, um,” he starts “about last night..”
“It’s okay.” You almost rush out. Embarrassed, you scratch your neck. “I mean, it was okay with me.”
“Oh,” he doesn’t know where to start.
“Yeah,” you nod, dusting off your jeans. “so if you don’t need me I’ll be out of your way.”
“Wait!” He panics.
You look back, hope gleaming in your pretty eyes. “Yes?”
“It was okay with you?”
“Well,” you nod slowly, unable to look him in the eyes. “Yeah.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs, turning his head away. “Yeah, you’d let me do it again?”
“Yeah I’m hoping you’ll do it again.”
He walks over, socked feet making noise against his cheap carpet. Abby’s baby monitor hums softly next you to and vaguely you wonder if you should check on her. Mike doesn’t seem to mind. He grabs your wrist, thumb pushing into your pulse.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “for bothering you.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “You don’t bother me.”
He sighs. “With the bills and the money.”
“Oh,” you whisper. “I don’t mind.”
“I know,” his lips turn up a little. “you’re kind. Too kind probably, and you can spend your money on whatever you like, but don’t splurge on me.”
“It’s not splurging,” you reassure. “I’m helping a friend.”
He grimaces, closing his eyes and sighing through his nose. You’re unsure which part of your sentence cause this reaction. Helping or friend.
“Can I kiss you again?” He asks softly, looking up at you.
You nod, grabbing his own wrist, pulling him closer. He shakes his head at your movement.
“Words.”
It’s funny, his actions reminds you of how you are with Abby. “Can I help you with this?” And “Use your words please.”
“Yes,” you breathe out. “yeah, please.”
He nods, dipping down to kiss you slowly. Yeah, his lips are a little chapped, but it’s soft, like he’s scared of breaking you. He pulls you in closer, hand sliding over to the dip in your back. You wrap your arms around him, scrunching his tee shirt in your warm fists.
He pulls back, panting. “No more charity, okay?”
#mike schmidt headcanons#mike schmidt x y/n#mike schmidt fluff#mike schmidt x you#mike schmidt fanfic#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt#mike schmidt x fem!reader#mike schmidt drabble#mike
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Mike Schmidt… normally I don’t go for sloppy loser men but he’s literally a sweetheart? Just taking care of his sister and searching for his brother’s killer? Like okay, a family man, get my lips onto that patchy face already !
Imo my head cannon is his character is too “brooding stressed out older brother man” to be in an established romantic relationship. I imagine he’s probably been avoiding one since Abby came along, which happened after their mom died, meaning he probably hasn’t been dating for a couple years, but who knows, maybe even longer than that….
What we do know is that he’s a guilt ridden, stressed out, protective, hunk of a man. Imagining him paired with someone less grumpy and serious than him would be an entertaining thought. Especially if said sillier character maybe ended up getting hurt at the pizzeria for not listening to Mike and he gets all protective n worried and then scolds her and apologizes for scolding her and then gets all bashful and she just teases him. Idk like a sunshine!gf x grumpy!bf way, except not dating yet, and it’s just all the juicy spicy tension
Idk don’t feel obligated to write anything I just also wanted to share the love of mr Schmidt and saw you were open to headcanons and whatnot :D
hi my beautiful anon 😊 this is from October.. so sorry about that
Anyways yes and yes and yes and yes you are right about all of this. Sunshine reader and Mike are literally the missing key to my heart. Her and abby would be best friends too. Like they’d stay up and have “sleepovers” and do nails and stuff and Mike (who loves abby a whole lot but never let her paint his nails) is just so grateful that she has someone to look up to that isn’t him.
Also the hurt thing. She’s like not that badly injured and sure! It hurts! But Mike is just freaking out because why didn’t she listen??? And oh my god your blood is outside your body and he can’t handle. But ur literally fine and he’s just a little shaken.
I love u Mike and I miss you sloppy loser man😞
#you’re so right#about everything#even months later#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt headcanons#izzy talks!!
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I just went and looked and I have so many unfinished Mike fanfics from October 😭😭😭
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