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So I was wondering if you can make Caius headcannons with a mate who is swiftie and who is a fan of Lana Del Rey, a female mate pls
a/n: of course !! i love taylor n lana <3 he’s so ultraviolence
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Caius With A Mate Who’s A Fan of Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey
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Caius would probably prefer listening to Lana Del Rey more than Taylor Swift whenever you play music.
It’s not that he doesn’t like Taylor’s music, he just prefers the production of Lana’s work more.
He’s definitely an Ultraviolence and Honeymoon girlie.
Caius supports your love for your favourite artists, on the condition you don’t love them more than him.
One time you joked that you loved Taylor and Lana more than him and he didn’t join you for dinner for 3 days.
Tells you that he should be your favourite musician because he can play almost any instrument, but he prefers playing piano.
When ‘Snow On The Beach’ was released, he learned how to play it on piano for you.
“I hope you like this, mia amore.”
He would prefer the albums ‘folklore’ and ‘evermore’ from Taylor, but ‘Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)’ is definitely his guilty pleasure.
He likes listening to the instrumentals from Ultraviolence and Born To Die.
Definitely appreciates the poetry that’s Lana’s lyrics.
“How could a mortal write this?”
Loves Taylor’s lyrics on a story-telling level.
“Timeless is so us.”
“What does that mean?”
Gets tired when you play the same songs over and over again.
“Mia amore, please play something else.”
“I thought you liked this song?”
“You’re making me hate it.”
You best believe he got you tickets to The Eras Tour.
“Oh my god, did you like, give a limb for these?”
“… Something like that.”
He wouldn’t hear the end of you talking about what you’re gonna wear for weeks and weeks.
“Darling, please. It’s a few hours in one seat, not a ball.”
“Might as well be.”
Caius matches his outfit with yours to be supportive.
Is very confused when you yell the lyrics to All Too Well.
“Don’t I treat you better than how Jake Gyllanhaal did Taylor?”
“How’d you know that?”
“Something about a scarf.”
Has bought you every edition of every Taylor and Lana album ever on vinyl.
He actually managed to get a copy of the Lust for Life heart-shaped vinyl for you.
Listens to Lover and thinks of you when you’re away.
Aro found him sitting in his office with that song playing and asked if Caius was alright.
“Are you alright, dear brother?”
He’d put a hand on Caius’ shoulder knowing Caius wouldn’t tell him verbally and immediately understands.
“They’ll be back soon.”
“I know.”
Isn’t a big fan of pop, but endures it for you.
He would never ask to put on anything that you like, but would secretly hope that you will.
When the love songs come on, he’ll dance with you if you’re up for it.
Lover, invisible string, willow, and Timeless, are his favourite Taylor Swift songs to dance to with you.
Religion is his favourite Lana Del Rey song to dance to with you.
The gifts he gives you are very catered towards your love for Taylor and Lana.
As well as his declarations of love; he often quotes their songs.
“You’re my religion, mia amore.”
#caius volturi headcanons#caius volturi x reader#caius volturi oneshot#caius volturi imagine#caius x reader#caius twilight#caius volturi#twilight#twilight imagine#twilight imagines#twilight oneshot#twilight caius#volturi kings#volturi preferences#volturi#taylor swift#lana del rey
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hi! i saw your requests were open and was wondering if i could get some headcanons for jd x reader where the reader is taller than him?? gender neutral please and thank you :)
a/n: after like a 1.5 years i’m back lol hope you like it <3
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Jason Dean Dating Someone Taller Than Him Headcannons
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Jason honestly wouldn’t mind at all, he finds that being with someone who is taller than him comforting in a way.
Since you’re taller and he’s shorter, he views you as this blanket of security and warmth, believing that you can protect him in some way.
He definitely clings to you, for sure.
Him wearing your sweaters !!
JD ends up stealing your sweaters most of the time, and it definitely began when you both were watching a movie.
It was the beginning of winter, not too cold, but still cold nonetheless, and as you and Jason were huddled together, you noticed the small vibrations of shivers coming from him.
“Cold?”
“No…”
You rolled your eyes at him before you got up, telling him that you’ll be right back, and went to your room to get one of your warmest sweaters.
You came back, and tossed the sweater over at Jason.
“What’s this?”
“Guess. Put it on, I know you’re cold.”
After a few more movies, you both eventually fell asleep, and when the two of you woke up, JD’s dad had called your house phone requesting that he come home.
JD left in a rush, with a kiss on the cheek from you, and within the rush he forgot to give back your sweater to you.
Whilst driving home on his motorcycle, he remembered that he had your sweater but was already closer to his house than yours.
Later that night, JD went to bed with your sweater on, the scent of your cologne/perfume luring him to sleep like a sleeping potion.
After that, it became a bad habit of his to return your sweater in exchange for another one.
#heathers#jason dean#heathers 1989#heathers preference#jason dean imagine#jd x y/n#jd x you#jd#jd heathers#jd x reader#jd imagine
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argyle is the person you want on your team in an apocalypse
LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS:
WOODWORKING skills
COOKING skills
TRACKING skills
FORAGING SKILLS??!
GUYS????? argyle needs to and will hopefully become an integral, ESSENTIAL member of the big kids gang. he knows so much and this is only addressing his survival skills
in THIS HOUSE, we love argyle!!!
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MR STEVE HARRINGTON TAKING YOUR FIRST KISS WHEN YOU GO TAKE PHOTOBOOTH PICS IM MELTING
cutest idea EVER as soon as you sent it i was like omg
"How many photos are there?" you ask, squishing in against the wall as Steve slides onto the bench beside you.
"Four."
"How are we gonna pose for four photos?" you ask.
Steve closes the curtain and clicks on the screen with only a mild frustration when it proves finicky. "Uh, don't worry about it. I'm sure something will come to us."
The first photo begins. A feminine voice counts down, 3, 2, 1, and Steve has wrapped his hand around your elbow out of frame, leaning into your shoulder. You're both smiling wide, heads inclined, foreheads kissing.
"That's boring," Steve says after it's done. "We should go Bond for the next one."
He's already turning, his back pressed to your shoulder. You copy him though you're not sure what he means, spines pressed together. You crane over your shoulder to ask, "Bond?"
"You know, the spy? Double oh seven?"
You shake your head and laugh, the two of you with your shoulders digging in and guns upheld. Steve looks at the screen all cool and charming and you've got no clue what to do, looking up at the ceiling of the booth.
"Not like that! You look like a nun!" Steve says urgently, laughing. You whip your head forward, embarrassment like the heat of a flame licking over your skin.
3, 2, 1. The shutter clicks.
You scramble up, heart racing with no clue what pose to pull next. Steve throws up a peace sign as you giggle and place your hands under your face like a cherub angel. He approves.
"Perfect," he says.
The time counting down for this one feels longer. Steve's thigh to your thigh becomes a heating pad, his naked arm brushing yours an explosion of firecrackers under the skin. This close he smells like cedarwood and bergamot, an intoxicating, heady scent that you can't help but drift towards. He throws his arm around your shoulders in response and again your faces draw close. You imagine the warmth irradiating off of his cheek and onto your own.
3, 2, 1. The shutter clicks. You blink, affronted by the flash, the bright white eating at the centre of your vision. Steve's arm slides back but his hand stays on your shoulder, lithe fingers squeezing tight flesh.
You can't help laughing with nerves and a lot of happiness, pleased to be here with him taking silly couple's photos with a thousand contiguities between you, breathing the same air, hidden away from everyone in the world but each other.
You turn to Steve. He's alarmingly handsome this close, his warm, soft eyes and their fluttering lashes peering at you with an emotion you could describe but don't, too afraid to admit what it is to yourself in case you're terribly wrong.
A smile plays on his pretty mouth.
"What?" he asks, having watched your staring.
Get ready!
"You just look really handsome today. Every day," you say, turning away from him with a big photo ready smile.
You can feel his gaze, hear his smile. "You think so?" His hand slides over the back of your neck, skirting around to hold it in a hot, firm grip.
"I'm gonna kiss your cheek for this one," he says. "Okay?"
"Okay," you say weakly, sounding as nervous as you feel.
He leans in towards you, his face bringing with it a wave of goosebumps. They start at the base of your neck and sweep your entire body, shivering as his lips touch your cheek. He shifts in his seat to get close, really truly kissing you and you go a little blind, worse as the lady counts.
3. Steve brings his other hand up, firm but kind to the side of your face.
2. Your eyes close on instinct as he turns your head towards him.
His lips press to yours. Chaste, smooth, you find yourself forced back a half inch at the connection, a flower of warmth blossoming from the center of your chest outwards, all over your body, your tummy becoming a melted pool of heat. Your hands grab for his elbows. You don't return the kiss so much as let yourself be kissed.
The shutter clicks. A bright white flash.
Steve pulls away like he doesn't want to. You take in a big breath and open your eyes, find him staring at you with worry lining his expression.
"Sorry," he says. "I thought you-"
You nod and lean forward again, clumsily pressing your lips to his for a second kiss. Your enthusiasm gives him a confidence he didn't quite have the first time, his hands greedy where they rove over your neck and shoulders. What was chaste becomes less so, his lips slightly parted over yours, kissing you with an aching ardency.
Please exit the booth.
Steve breaks the kiss and drops his forehead against yours as you giggle breathlessly, sucking in keenly missed air.
"Sorry for freezing up the first time," you say, sounding even to yourself like a giddy, dizzied mess. "No one's ever kissed me before."
"That was your first kiss?" he murmurs, though his surprise peeks through.
You shudder as his hand rubs over your upper arm roughly. "Yeah. My second, too."
He kisses the corner of your mouth with a brilliant grin and pulls away from you. "And your third."
Steve throws open the curtain and you follow him out of the booth, bumping shoulders in a rush to see the photos as he pulls them out of the drop box. He takes your elbow into his hand, an unnecessary, irreplaceable closeness as he turns to show you the photos.
Standing with your heads angled down together, you brush your fingertips over the captured moment of your first kiss. Your surprise. Steve's clear affection.
Your eyes move up. In every photo he's looking at you. Even the Bond one, a lopsided smile as he corrects your position.
You try to take it from him and he won't allow it.
"I'm keeping it," he says.
"How's that fair? It's my first kiss. You've had loads of kisses."
"Not with you."
You try to glare at him and fail, especially when he gets a mischievous look about him and says, "We'll just have to do it again."
You let him push you back into the photo booth with little protest.
#steve harrington#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington blurb#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader
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She’s His Girl Now
Summary - It’s taken Steve a long time to realise that the girl he really loved was right in front of him this whole time, but unfortunately she’s his girl now.
Warning - Angst
Words - ??? - I should really start counting these oops
Authors Notes - Thank you all for the likes on my recent writing! I adore writing so much and I really appreciate it all! 🌻 Anyway as for me I got a little inspired and decided to write a little something, I’m gonna watch Joker on Sunday and I’m so excited I’ve heard some amazing things about it xx
- This is Billy Hargrove X Reader -
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He’d never seen that glint in your eyes before. The way every small fleck of colour in your iris glowed with joy.
Not before he came along.
You’d been friends for 10 years now, 10 long years of fun and mischief, something you and Steve were masters at. Playing pranks on one another, joking about teachers and giggling in the corner about a naughty joke he’d whispered into your ear about another classmate. In those 10 beautiful years, Steve got to watch you change from this mischievous little girl into a graceful and beautiful woman.
10 years and he’d started to fall in love with you. It took him 10 years to even realise it.
And that’s why it hurts the most.
To watch you smile wide as the boy in front of you picks you up and spins you around.
To watch you giggle and snuggle into his side as he whispers something into your ear. Maybe it’s about him... he doesn’t know anymore.
“Billy! Stop!” He hears the words from across the hall. Your mischievous laughter returning, no one could get rid of that gorgeous little giggle. He watches you push Billy away, only for him to grab your waist and pull you back into him. A kiss landing onto your lips.
The same place Steve left a kiss, once upon a time. The worst part about that was how much he begged you to not tell anyone, how he yelled at you for having come onto him, how he blamed every little thing on you. Because you were supposed to be his best friend and you weren’t supposed to like him.
He was supposed to be your best friend. He should’ve apologised, he should’ve held you when you confessed every feeling you’d bundled up away from the world and spilt it to him. But he pushed you away. And he was paying for that now.
“You’re freckles are so cute” you mumbled, fiddling with Billy’s jacket. His hands on your hips, holding you securely in his grasp. Never letting you go.
Just like he promised, that moment you came to his doorstep in tears. Drunken tears which spilled all down your cheeks and onto his shirt.
Steve was the cause of those tears and Billy swore he’d do everything in his power to never let anyone hurt you like that again.
And now Steve watches you from afar, his eyes fixated on the way Billy kisses you. He kisses you like theres no one watching, fingers dancing along your skin as he grabs your hand and leads you to his car.
You’re two teenagers in love.
Something people would’ve been able to have said about you and Steve ... but now you’re his girl.
You’re Billy’s girl.
And it took 10 long years for Steve to realise what he was missing out on.
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#billy hargrove fanfic#billy hargrove fanfiction#billy hargove x reader#billy hargrove smut#billy hargrove angst#billy hargrove fluff#billy hargrove x you#billy hargrove x y/n#billy hargrove imagine#billy hargrove
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Can you do J.D. x reader who's a tired caffeine addict with bags under her eyes? Has coffee 24/7 and probs only slept like 3 hours a night, 2 depending on how strong it is. And will not hesitate to fight anyone if they dare steal their drink and sucker punches anyone, no matter who they were cause reader was too tired to care.
Take ur time and eat sum snacks 🍩🍪🍰🧁
a/n: literally me lmfao i need myself a JD that’ll do that for me, also not sure if y’all like headcannons more or actual short stories so do let me know, but from what I’m seeing is that y’all like headcannons more based on my story flops lmao hope you enjoy <3
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Caffeine Problems (Jason Dean x Reader)
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First it started as a little motivator to keep you awake for your upcoming test the next day. Next it was for an all-nighter you were pulling with your boyfriend, JD, to see who can stay awake the longest. Then it developed into a bad habit where you couldn’t survive a day without at least 2 cups of coffee.
This bad habit led to the decrease of your then regular sleeping patterns. Once getting the perfect amount of sleep for your body to function to you being able to almost falling asleep every time you blinked. Caffeine surged through your body like it was some sort of serum that they used on Captain America, giving you power to get you through your day.
The only problem was that the caffeine only gave you a buzz, rather than the power up that you needed, and only made you feel even more tired after an hour, which made you want coffee even more than before.
So every day at lunch, you would beg JD to drive you home, saying that you forgot your folder for the next class, and he agreed. He drove you home, and the both of you just decided to stay there for the rest of lunch, which gave you loads of extra time to make sure you had more than enough coffee for the day.
JD walked over to you heating up water in your kettle, and wrapped his arms around your waist. “What are ya doin’, darling?”
“Just making a drink.” You said, doing whatever you needed to make you coffee as JD slightly furrowed his eyebrows together.
“That doesn’t look like alcohol?” He said, more of a question than a statement.
You smiled to yourself, slightly chuckling. “That’s because it’s not. It’s coffee.”
“That shit is so bad for you.”
“I appreciate your concern, but it’s only for today. I’m just a little tired, and I don’t really daydream about falling asleep in Biology.”
After that, JD just shrugged it off as a one-time thing. Only before he caught you sipping on it nearly every time he came in through your window to stay with you for the night. Closing the window after him, he made his way towards you on your bed. Wrapping an arm around you, you following with looking up at him, and him pressing a kiss on your forehead, you leaned on him.
“Tired?” He asked, rubbing circles on your arm.
“Hmm.”
“Why don’t we go to bed?”
“I have…few more chapters left.” You mumbled, pressing your face closer to him wanting to be as warm as possible.
“You can finish them in the morning. Come on.” He suggested, standing back up to take off his trench coat and get under your warm blanket.
“It’s just a few…” You reached over to your bedside table, taking the still warm mug and brought it up to your lips before taking a sip. JD, seeing the bags under your eyes and remembering the amount of times where he had to slightly hold you up when you walked at school so you didn’t fall asleep whilst walking, put the two dots together and further questioned you.
“Do you sleep at all?” He asked, sitting back down next to you.
Looking at him like he was insane, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed, you responded. “Yeah, of course. Everyone does..”
“Yeah…how long?” He crossed his arms.
“What?”
“How long do you sleep for?”
“3 hours…” With your response, JD shook his head, moving down closer next to you.
“Yeah no. That’s not healthy.”
“Neither is you drinking slushies everyday.” You crossed your arms, mimicking him, but also making fun of him for his very berating-parentlike behaviour.
“That’s different. Your body needs sleep.”
“Your body doesn’t need slushies, but here you go. And besides, I’m awake.” You said, eyes closed, face pointed upwards towards him, with a shit-eating grin on your face.
“Barely.” He scoffed, taking the mug from your lap, and placing it on your desk.
“Well, my mind is alive.” Flopping back on your bed, you never realized how heavenly the feeling of your pillows felt until now. Pressing your face deeper in the pillows, JD came back closer to you, covering your frame with your blanket before getting under, himself. He lied next to you, brushing your hair out of your face, then pressing a kiss to the bridge of your nose.
“I love you.”
#heathers#jason dean#heathers 1989#heathers preference#jason dean imagine#jason dean oneshot#jason dean x reader#jd heathers#jd x reader#jd x y/n#jd x you#jd#Jason dean x you#Jason dean x y/n
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hey! i saw that you've recently written some j.d. stuff and i was wondering if you'd want to do a fic or like drabble thing where the reader (gender neutral if you can) writes about their feelings for j.d. in a diary and one day he's teasing them and reads through it and then like fluff ensues?? idk i got this from that "you left your diary at my house" tiktok sound
a/n: I was listening to Ride by Lana Del Rey whilst I was writing this so there’s definitely some elements of that song in this. Anyways, this has been in my inbox for a long ass time lmfao sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy <3
Handwritten, Unsent Letters (Jason Dean x Reader)
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“My, what is this?”
Jason bent down to the spot in between your bed and your bedside table, seeing a notebook tucked away in the shadows where the light from your lamp could not reach. You, in your shower and completely unaware of the fact that the new kid, J.D. as people called him, was in your room looking for things that could interest him before you came back out.
You’ve only had a few conversations with him, usually in your English class where he would ask you questions about the work that you were stunned that he was asking about since they were quite simple questions. Though the thought had crossed your mind more than once, you were right, he just wanted an excuse to talk to you.
He flipped open the front cover, seeing your slightly frantic, frustrated handwriting that covered the first page of your journal. As the pages went on, J.D.’s eyes scanning your words and smiling as he noticed your handwriting getting better and more neater with every page, as well as it getting slightly messier as it neared the bottoms of the pages, he noticed your shower turned off, as well as your bathroom door unlocking. Realizing he only has seconds to get out of your room, he tucks the notebook under his arm and makes his way towards the window before climbing out of it, and sprinting towards his motorcycle he had parked at the end of your street.
With a plain black towel wrapped around you, as well as a smaller, thinner towel you used to dry your hair, you made your way towards your dresser to put on a pair of baggy clothing to wear to bed. After putting on your clothes, and cleansing your face before you headed to bed, you planned to write in your journal about your day, and about a specific someone in your English class.
When your hand didn’t feel anything in the spot between your nightside and your bed, you assumed it must’ve fell over, and you got up out of bed, then crouched down on the floor, where you couldn’t see your notebook anywhere.
“Shit. Maybe it’s in my bag?” You thought aloud to yourself, then made your way to where you placed your bag for school, and opened the zipper of the bag, and took out your binders and textbooks before a sinking feeling overtook you.
What if someone took it?
The next day, you didn’t spend much time on any of your schoolwork, but rather you spent majority of the time scanning people for any weird behaviours, or even people turning around to look at you.
So far, nothing.
“What are you frantic about?”
You looked over to your left where your classmate, J.D. sat. Before responding to him, you thought of an excuse so you wouldn’t sound so childish for still having a diary in high school.
“Just an upcoming test, that’s all.”
He raised an eyebrow of uncertainty, before inching closer to you. “Yeah? What class?”
Without thinking, you stupidly responded, “This one?”
He shook his head with a small smirk on his face. “You know, lying gets you nowhere. Ms. Smith specifically said that she wasn’t doing any tests or an exam for this class.”
You were silent, absorbing yourself in your own shame as you slouched back in your chair. J.D. chuckled, before making an offer.
“I was messing with you, but something is still obviously bothering you. Wanna hang out after school, I could drive?”
You looked at him, raising yourself in your chair with your arms crossed as you smirked back at him. “You drive?”
“Mhmm. Motorcycle.” He responded, before standing up an exact second before the bell rang. You stood up after him, and began gathering your books.
“How do I know you won’t crash?”
“Well, they wouldn’t of granted me a motorcycle licence if they did think I would crash.”
You smiled at him and his smart ass response before responding yourself. “Meet you at the front doors?”
“See you then.”
Laying back on your bed after walking through your bedroom door was one of the best feelings in the world for you that day, the feeling of relaxation took over you as you felt the bed dip beside you. You looked over to see J.D. laying beside you, looking at the ceiling.
“Would you like a drink, water or something?” You asked, as he looked over at you.
“Sure.”
You went down to your kitchen, getting two glasses, then filling them with water, and making your way back to your room. Opening the door with your foot, you stopped in your tracks as you saw J.D. with your journal in his hands, reading it with a smile on his face. He saw you in the corner of his eye, and followed with him looking at you.
“I just love this page!” He exclaimed, moving away from you after you had placed the glasses down on your bedside table.
“Give it back, please.” You pleaded, wanting this to all be over, thinking of every thought and emotion you had poured onto each individual line on those pages.
“Mmm…but it’s at my favourite part! Just a second, and I’ll give it back.” He said, now standing on your bed, looking down at you. “Here it is: ‘Some days, the only thing I want to do is to just feel like I’m speeding down the highway with my hair in the wind, with the feeling of thrill and excitement coursing through me. The truth is, I do feel like that sometimes, specifically about someone, because every time I talk to him, and especially every time I look at him in English class, the same feeling happens and honestly feels like I’m fucking crazy, but it’s the best feeling in the world. I’ve only talked to him a few times, and those few times meant the absolute world to me. I don’t know how to tell him I like him, because I do feel like this can evolve into something more, and I hope to tell him soon, because I don’t wanna be too late.’”
J.D. closed the notebook, and then looked at you to see that you were looking down, avoiding any sort of contact with him. He stepped down off of your bed, and handed the journal to you. You took it, hugging it to your chest, and still refused to look at him.
“Can I take a guess on who you wrote that about?” He whispered close to your ear, placing his left hand on the side of your face, forcing you to look at him. “Hmm?”
“It’s kinda obvious, is it not?” You responded, your voice slightly higher than a mumble.
“Look at me.” He slowly slid his hand to your jaw, then to your chin, angling your face so your eyes looked directly into his. “I like you too. I was just teasing you when it came to reading your thoughts. You surely write a lot about me, don’t you? You think about me then, too?”
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reputation (John Bender x FemReader)
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a/n: I made a lemon meringue pie on Sunday, but like in the forms of little tarts and they’re so good omfg. kinda corny at the end and ass cuz I kinda gave up, but hope you enjoy lol <3 lmk if y’all want more parts to this cuz I’m kinda down to do so
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Rumours spread over the minds of high school students like mist from an ocean on a windy day. Almost every single day there was a new rumour about somebody, majority of the time it was about the popular students talking about the other popular students, and other times it was the popular students talking about the not-so-popular students.
Whatever they said goes, because in the high school world, they were the award-winning celebrities you see on television that, most times, often get their words manipulated by the press. The press in this setting was the other students that progressed the flow of the words spoken about others.
The only way that you really associated yourself with other people than your friends was with others in your class if you needed to borrow a pencil, a teacher for asking questions, and then another - John Bender, your source of weed supply, and surprisingly a friend that leant a shoulder to lean on when you needed it, only if you allowed him to ramble to you afterwards.
Of course you did, and over time beginning at your sophomore year, you and John were on a first-name basis as well as the regular subject of gossip at the mouths of your peers.
At first it started off with the usual whenever someone was seen with John, the usual of: “Oh my god, he’s selling weed again!”
Then it slowly progressed into more romantically infused suggestions such as: “They’re totally dating! Don’t you see his arm around her waist?”
John, of course, was slightly prideful about the attention and took it as almost like a competition to get as many people talking about the two of you as possible. Often times, after school the two of you would sit on the bleachers by the football field and just talk about anything and everything.
This was one of those days, and by the time it was nearing 8pm, with the sun’s golden hue illuminating the both of your faces, and making the smoke from John’s cigarette mimic the look of perfectly painted clouds in a renaissance painting, he brought up the topic.
“Have you heard about what they’re saying?” He asked, flicking the ashes of his cigarette on the makeshift smoke tray made out of the bottom of a broken beer bottle that sat in the middle of you two.
“About us?” You asked back, looking at him, but his gaze was fixated on the slightly burning ash in the tray. Then just a few seconds after your question, he gave a small, quick nod before bringing the cigarette back up to his lips.
“Not since last weeks topic of conversation. Why, what are they saying now?” You were genuinely curious, and slightly worried since John’s body language signified that it must’ve been one of the worser ones he’s heard.
“You sure you wanna hear? It’s pretty shitty.” John said, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth, then crushing the end of the cigarette in the tray.
“Well, it involves me so yeah, I’d like to hear it.”
John got up from where he was sitting before outstretching his hand towards you, which you took and the both of you stepped down the bleachers and made your way to the grass of the field.
“They’re saying that I got you pregnant.”
You sucked your teeth for a second before shrugging it off, “It’s not the worst thing in the world, it doesn’t bother me that much.”
John looked at you like you had just stabbed someone, eyes wide with his eyebrows furrowed before stopping any movement from him. “What?”
You paused your movements along with him, your hands still holding onto each other. “What?”
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“Not at all. There could be way more shitty things people could say.”
“Yes, but they’re saying that I got you pregnant. If someone, like, your parents, for example, found out about this rumour do you think they would take it very lightly? That someone like me did this to you?”
You looked away for a second, slowly bringing your face back to face him. “But it’s not true.”
“But if it was.”
“But it isn’t, and if it was, I wouldn’t mind.”
John’s face relaxed and he had a small smirk on his face. “You wouldn’t?”
“Right.”
At this point, the two of you began walking again, towards the front of the school, and John still had his little smirk on his face. You looked at him and noticed before smiling back at him.
“What are ya smiling about?” He asked, looking at you after he saw your smile from the corner of his right eye.
“Could ask you the same thing.”
“I asked first.” He then stopped holding your hand, bringing that same hand of his over your shoulders, bringing you in close in a slight side hug.
“Just because you’re smiling.” You said, bringing your right hand up to your right shoulder to place it over his hand. Your left arm being placed around his waist.
“Don’t get all sappy and stuff on me, now.”
#john bender#the breakfast club oneshot#the breakfast club preference#dating john bender#john bender x reader#john bender x reader oneshot#john bender oneshot#john bender imagine#john bender preference
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In his arms
Shifted! Michael Afton x reader
Sitting in my room, scrolling through tumblr, I find a new fanfic of Michael. “Well… at least tumblr’s algorithms are working…” I mutter, clicking on it. I immerse myself in the story, and when it’s over I find myself scouring the tags for what feels like the billionth time. Hours feel like seconds as I immerse myself in thoughts of him, everything seeming to fall away in the dark, illuminated only by the dull glow of my phone. Eventually, I feel a difference in the air. “What the hell?” I look around, finding nothing. Straining my ears to find if there’s anything out of the ordinary, I still find nothing. “Eh, it doesn’t feel dangerous. Maybe it’s just paranoia.” I slowly go back to reading, before finally feeling another disturbance, but this time, physical. There’s someone there, sitting on my mattress at the end of the bed. “How in the hell did someone get in my room without me noticing? I’m not even listening to music this time!” I think, panic beginning to take hold. I quickly turn on my flashlight, jolting further towards the head of my bed, a choked grunt escaping as I do so.
“Wait! Don’t panic!” A, seemingly male, voice pleads, wavering slightly as he back away slightly, hands hovering out in front of him. His voice knocking me out of my panic, I slow to a hesitant stop, finally looking at them.
“Wh…. What the hell is a cosplayer doing in my room?” I grunt, still feeling apprehensive. “He may look really fuckin realistic, but I’m not letting my guard down for a cosplaying intruder. This is fucking weird.” I think, edging further away.
“Cosplayer? Oh no I didn’t even think about that… this is what I get for not writing a script I guess…” he mutters, seemingly self deprecatingly; before realizing once again that he’s not alone, and addressing me instead. “I’m not a cosplayer. My name is Michael Afton, and I shifted so I could meet you, as crazy as it may sound. You seemed so lonely in the books, and I thought I should give shifting a try….”
“Nice try,” I huff, making eye contact as he trails off. “If you want me to believe that, you’re gonna have to prove it first. If I really was a character in your ‘books’ tell me something few people would know, huh?” I stare appraising my back at him. He may seem sincere, and I know I recognize the character, but this could still very well be a cosplayer that broke into my house.
“Something few people would know? Hm. Well, you spend a lot of your time daydreaming. You don’t get along with (least favorite family member). For a while your favorite memory was (memory), you hate (least favorite food), and you like (favorite food). You hate when people look at you weird when you tell them you like (niche snack), so you stopped telling people about it when you were young and just enjoy it quietly. You-“
“OKAY! I get it! You can stop now.” I interject, face beginning to burn. “I’ve never felt… so seen before.” I think, before sighing. “Alright. I believe you, Michael. What are you doing here, though? What did you come to my reality for? It’s really not so interesting. All I really do is read about yo-“ I cut myself off, realizing what I almost absentmindedly said .
“Oh! That… right. You see, I didn’t think I’d get this far, so I didn’t exactly plan this out. But…. I guess I shifted because…. You’re my favorite, and I guess… I just…” he groans, before rushing out the words. “Ireallylikeyouandyouseemedsoalonesoithoughticouldmakeyouhappyorsomething! But I think I kinda messed everything up by scaring you….” He seems to curl in on himself, as if ashamed.
He… likes me? Realization dawns as I realize why he seemed so nervous and apprehensive. I remember just who it is I’m talking to, and the experiences he’s been through. “You know…. You’re lucky I can understand when you talk so fast.” I say, letting my shoulders fall as I slide back into my bed. I sit cris cross, and gesture for him to do the same. Turning on my lamp on my table, I let a soft smile appear as I turn of the flashlight. “You’re my favorite character too. You don’t have to be so panicked. Sure I was scared, but you’ve proved your identity with that passionate little speech you gave me.” I tease, letting a bit of mischief into my tone.
“You…. Knew about me too?” He whispers, sitting crossed at the other end of the bed. His eyes widen, his voice wavers as he begins to ask. “Does that mean you-“
“Yes, I know about your past. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, dove.” The nickname I tend to use when I think of him slipping out. “You’re safe here. And now that I get the opportunity to say it, I’m so proud of you for getting through everything life threw at you. You’re so strong for it, but you don’t have to carry that burden here.” My voice gentle, and I let go of the last few mental restraints, knowing there’s a chance he won’t be able to come back here once he leaves. He seems to pause, processing the information, scanning my face for any sign of deceit or disapproval. He finds none, only soft understanding. His shoulders begin to slump as he seems to let everything sink in. The fact that he shifted. The fact that, not only did you know he existed, but you knew his past; and he was your favorite anyways. The fact that once he leaves here, he may not be able to come back, and if he does, it might be a different you. A decision presents itself to him, one he’ll have to make himself. I sit there, watching him come to terms with the past few minutes, thinking about how to proceed with this situation. The character you were reading about not 20 minutes before, is sitting less than a foot away from you, in his full glory. It’s not that you didn’t imagine this before, but you knew you’d have to approach this carefully, because you didn’t have complete control over the situation, considering this wasn’t a conversation between you and yourself in you head. Soon enough though, you’re knocked from your reverie with a soft hand placing itself on yours.
“Can I….. tell you something?” Michael seems nervous as he asks, but he keeps his voice steady as he does, beginning to drum the fingers on his free hand against his leg.
Fighting the urge to be a smartass, I reply. “Go ahead.”
“Hearing you say that I’m your favorite… it made me happy. It gave me the courage to tell you…. Why I really shifted. I shifted, because I wanted just once… I wanted to tell you that,” he trails off, before taking a steadying breath. “To tell you that I love you. Even if you don’t feel the same.”
My eyes widen, my breath hitching in my throat before I cough slightly. “I… don’t know what to say except… I love you too. It feels so cheap to say it though… I wish I could do something to prove it.” I begin to zone into myself, every time I replied ‘love you too’ to a family member to get them off my back running though my head. Michael catches this, ever the observant one, and leans foreword to catch my face in his hand, gently tilting it back to look at him.
“You’re thinking about them again, aren’t you? Your family, the ones who always took you for granted.” He says, softer than before. I stay silent, surprised he could read me so well. “You don’t have to prove anything. Just hearing you say that, brings me so much more peace than I’ve ever felt before.” His smile returns, steadier than before.
I bite my lip, weighing my options. Before deciding fuck it, you only live once. I surge foreword, wrapping him in a tight embrace. “Thank you… I know you haven’t been here for long, but you still read me better than those I’ve known my whole life,” I whispered, tightening my hold on him.
He wraps his arms around me after a moment, seeming to bask in the hug after the initial shock of it wears off, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. “Don’t thank me yet, darling. I’ve got so much more affection I want to give you. If you’ll let me, that is.”
I stop at that, before pulling away just enough to see his face. “Nothing would make me happier.”
“Your wish is my command then my love,” He smiles, kissing me gently and tightening his grip on me.
I’ve never felt safer than in his arms.
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ATTENTION
If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
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the red means i love you (William Afton x Reader)
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a/n: my dad’s a piece of shit so I wrote this short thing to get my mind off of stuff. hope you enjoy <3
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He looked at you with his silver eyes, the same metallic colour that mirrored the blade in his hand.
Though his eyes were silver and they always had been, the blade was tainted with a crimson red, and the colour pierced through your soul as it would your chest, had he not loved you. A pleading look overcame his features, begging you to stay for his explanation.
Your eyes, now dry from lack of blinking, looked nowhere but between William and the child that lay in a pool of red, almost like he had poured a bucket of red paint over the child. You wanted to scream, cry, and go through all the stages of grief, but for some reason you couldn’t.
As the scene lay before you, you couldn’t help but continue to feel love for the man, who you call your boyfriend, that stood before you. And as much as you wanted to turn the doorknob and run away and never look back, you couldn’t.
William began his explanation, but the words at first didn’t make any sense to you. How would they? He was a killer, he had a different mind to you. His mind worked in a different psychological way than yours did.
“I did it because I love you.”
#William afton x reader#William afton#fnaf x reader#fnaf 3#fnaf#william afton x you#william afton oneshot#william afton imagines#William afton imagine#dave miller fnaf#dave miller
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yoooo mayhaps can i get some william fluff? like domestic kinda stuff <3
William afton domestic fluff Headcannons!
William as your husband will help you with any household chores. He may be very busy at times but he's a good husband and likes to help with cleaning
He always wakes up first but if you wake up first you will get a rare sight of him being so calm while sleeping
Sometimes he sleeps in his office when doing some work at home. One time you went into his office seeing him fast asleep on his desk. He's too heavy to be carried to bed so you decided to put a blanket over him and put a pillow under his head.
He lets you rest your head on his shoulder when you're tired
He prefers tea than coffee(British mf) but if you make him coffee he will drink it
As much as smart William is he gets frustrated in those newspaper puzzles sometimes and you will just giggle at him throwing a fit at a newspaper puzzle
Likes goodbye kisses when he's off to work
When a romantic song plays on a radio and you just happen to be there he would take your hand and make you dance with him
Mans is really tired and if you want to watch a movie with him he will say yes but fall asleep on your lap
He likes his hair being played with especially when he's sleeping even if he's sleeping he could feel your fingers stroking through his hair
He saw you once wearing his clothes and thinks its the most adorable thing ever
One time you woke up in the middle of the night to get snacks and you saw him in his office so you decided to get him some snacks too.
I feel like he would stand up and cross his arms when watching the news lol
This man has strong perfume-like those strong manly business man scents yk
Blanket stealer
He doesn't admit it but he likes it when you massage his back it's just a stress reliever
Sorry if this isn't what you expected this was my 1st request 😭 but regardless hope you enjoyed it
#william afton x reader#william afton#william afton fluff#william afton x reader fluff#fnaf#fluff#headcannons#five nights at freddy's#springtrap#fnaf 3
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Soft William Afton headcanons and imagines?
Here they are, I haven't slept, I don't think I'm going to either. Enjoy!
- Watching horror movies with Will? He's thinking about murder while you're cuddled up to him and he's thinking "they have no idea" but he'd never harm a hair on your pretty little head
- The man loves when you fall asleep over him, traces your face and runs his fingers through your hair as you sleep on his shoulder or his lap
- the William that lives in my mind is very over-protective of his partner, makes sure you eat enough, drink enough water, clean up, sleep enough and sleep well which you will next to him
- and if you've been busy before you hunkered down for the night, you definitely will sleep after that
- When it's bed time, he always has his long-as-fuck legs tangled with yours. Arms wrapped completely around you. You are not moving an inch.
- if you manage to escape his leg prison, he'll have one of your legs draped over his hips and holding you there by your thigh. He wants to close to him, always. So he knows you are safe and you are his.
- If you're lucky enough to wake up before him, you'll find him flat on his back with his mouth wide open, snoring his adorable head off (can you blame him?) or his face buried in your neck, still snoring but not so loud, occasionally murmuring things that you can never make out what he's saying.
- he's so warm, he may be a skinny bastard but fuck is he a radiator on legs. He doesn't necessarily feel his own heat but you certainly do and you can't get enough, always hugging up to him when you're cold and he just holds you there, smiling down at you as you nuzzle further into him.
- he can get a little irritated when you're feeling particularly cuddly (if you're tired or sick) and he's had a long day but if you get a good enough grip on him he would grumble about it and when you try to move to give him his much desired space you discover that he won't let you go. A man of many indecisions this one.
- LOVES his hair being played with, will literally sit there and mewl over you scratching his head
- "mm, that feels really goooood, dearest"
- "ohh, mm"
- he's exactly the same when you rub his shoulders or palm your hands on his back
- "baby, you know how I love that"
- "you know just what to do, darling... mm"
- always welcomes the vision of you in his shirts the morning after
- "Careful, Doll, or I might end up throwing that shirt back on the floor again, hmhm" he says with a devilish smirk as he runs his hands over your shoulders and down your arms, admiring you for a moment
- my idea of Will, he doesn't chain-smoke like I've seen quite a few people write him like, but he isn't a stranger to the occasional stress drag, he also likes to make you happy and cutting back on cigs wasn't a really big deal for him, since he felt like doing it anyway.
- he can tie his own ties but he'd still rather have you do it, he can look at you, all focused and concentrated on what you're doing, your delicate hands, pressing up towards his neck, fingers brushing over his shirt, it makes his heart skip. He loves it.
(I'm British so I get to make special British headcanons for him)
- He normally can't stand when someone else makes him tea because they're American and don't have the first clue about how to do it right but you've surprised him and now he'll give you beady eyes and a lazy, cheesy smile when he's getting frustrated either drawing up plans for animatronics or working on one and ask "Will you make me a cup of tea please, darling"
(im weak)
- William says your typical common British words
- "bugger" when he pinches his finger in something
- "bloody hell" when he drops something and he's already had a long day
- "sod off" which gets said by both William and Michael, mostly towards each other
- yells "twat" and "tosser" at other cars that annoy him when he's driving
- oh and don't forget "knob!" and "dickhead" those get yelled too
- and my all time favorite... "wanker!"
- He gets so pissy that he can't get his favorite chocolate and biscuits in the states, give the man his Cadbury bars and and his Rich Tea biscuits NOW!!
- Sometimes forgets where he is and ends up almost driving on the wrong side of the road and it results in a quick, strong "oh fuck-" before he corrects his error
(British moment over)
- William drives a Jensen Interceptor, and I will not take no for an answer
- It's in a dark purple/red color, because the idea of him driving a bright, garish, purple car sends shivers down my spine. Like, this isn't 2013 GTA Online, c'mon guys, really?
(I went out of my way to find an image of one that's exactly what I imagine)
(plow me in that car sir-)
- He has an old Plymouth Fury too, in red, and because of that when the Movie of Christine came out he was relishing in everyone watching his car roll by in terror
(William does a little trolling)
I haven't written anything in years, please forgive me
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thank you for 500 followers !! <3 I’ll try to get a few things published throughout this weekend lol
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back to the old house ~ michael afton x reader
short fic
kinda fluff and angst </3
listen to back to the old house by the smiths for enhanced experience during this<3
you and your best friend, michael, were each other’s platonic dates to your senior prom. michael and you had been best friends since 8th grade. you got to see him grow into the handsome, funny, and one-of-a-kind man he is today. with matching outfits (which his dad paid for), a lot of people assumed you were dating, which you weren’t opposed to.
your feelings for him had started with little glances that lasted too long. from how big he smiled to how he drove his car, one hand gripped on the wheel and one hand on his head, with his arm resting outside of the window. from when he laughed when he was wrong about something stupid to how he wiped your tears with his fingers when you cried. you knew that you would never feel this way, this strongly, for any other man besides michael.
that was the issue.
michael and you would be leaving for different colleges in different states in a few short months. it would be hard for you two to keep contact, but you made a promise that you two would meet up every winter, spring, and summer break. it was still going to be hard though. what if he found a girlfriend? he’s not your boyfriend, but it would be hard to look at him if he had a girlfriend. with how many times you imagined holding him in your arms for hours at a time, to the times you imagined he kissed you in the rain. it was still quite hard to look at him without imagining those things.
no more time for thoughts like that, it was prom and you wanted to have a good time.
michael was a funny guy. he brought his disposable camera along with him and he took a lot of pictures of you. of you dancing, of him giving your hand a kiss, the list goes on. soon enough, it was time for the slow dance and all the couples got together. you and michael were not exempt from this, getting together and dancing. michael put his hands on your hips and you put your arms around his neck. a slow song that you didn’t recognize started playing in the background.
“i cannot stress this enough, i am going to miss you so much when college starts.” you stated. michael smiled and looked at you semi-sadly. “i don’t want to think about that right now. i want to be happy with you, it’s prom.” you smiled, pulling him slightly closer. the both of you stayed in silence for a while. michael was the kind of guy that didn’t have to say anything to talk to you sometimes. he talked to you through body language and facial expressions.
“i never realized how beautiful your eyes are.” he admitted, starting to look down at the floor. you grew flustered. “thank you.” you replied. he looked back up at you, with a slightly pink face. time passed by quick, with you and michael looking into each other’s eyes sometimes and looking anywhere but each other’s lips other times, until..
back to the old house by the smiths came on.
“hey, y/n.” michael began. “hm?” you asked. “this song reminds me of you.” michael confessed, with a soft smile on his face. you smiled back. he was acting strange, what was he up to?
the both of you danced like regular, tension slowly building, waiting to climax. michael started to become flustered before one specific lyric.
“and you never knew, how much i really liked you. because i never even told you. oh, and i meant to.” he sang along. did he just confess to you? almost on queue, michael pulled you closer, into a hug. you froze up at first, confused, but soon you let yourself ease into his embrace. did he feel the same way you did? you felt your cheeks getting warmer and your body feeling weaker, but something woke you up from your dazing. you felt shaking, accompanied by quiet sobs. was michael.. crying?
“michael? what’s wrong?” you asked, rubbing his back.
“i’m sorry, y’n. i’m so sorry. i should’ve told you sooner. it’s really nothing.” michael stopped hugging you and started heading for the door.
“michael! no- wait!”
should i make a part 2 </3 i love this man so much but i don’t have anything planned :((( writing this kinda got me out of my writers block tho so that’s good!!!
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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.
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How’d you come up with your URL? I wanna know, these things always have fun stories behind them. If yours is a song lyric or a quote, tell me why you picked that one in particular. Why did it stick out to you?
#man at first mine was something like not-veronica-sawyer or something#just kinda base it off of whatever movie/thing I’m into at the moment#and then in early June (I think) I changed it to carlisles-girl cuz I had the biggest crush on carlisle Cullen#I mean I still do but#and then my account started gaining popularity#amongst the twilight fans#so I never bothered to change it#I would feel bad if I did cuz I don’t wanna confuse anyone who’s followed me LMAO#‘who the hell is this’ - everyone after I change my user
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