#Michael Perry x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

andr0medafallen · 2 years

Text

Green Tea Lemonade

A/N: Republishing my old fics

Pairing: Michael Perry x reader

Warnings: Playful existentialism, hipster coffee shops, fluff, judgmental baristas, overenthusiastic pretty boy Michael Perry, Michael Perry's fat ass, light swearing

Description: Hipster Coffee shops are fun, in their own way. Still, you wouldn’t mind if a handsome music teacher came and saved you from the exposed brick and judgemental baristas.

Word Count: 1.4k

You sat in the small, hipster-ish cafe as you waited for your drink. You figured that that was the sort vibe that the exposed brick and edison light bulbs nodded to. You had ordered the barista’s suggestion when you arrived, a green iced tea lemonade because ‘if you’re gonna get an upside down caramel macchiato, at that point just get a latte, dude.’ So when you asked for suggestions because clearly you didn’t know the ins and outs of overly pretentious coffee, you had quickly agreed to the barista's first suggestion.

You were a little hesitant to be going out so soon after moving to Pittsburgh, but you figure that that’s how you make friends, right? So when you saw the flyer for the open mic night at this cafe, you figured, why not? The boxes of your belongings could wait; it was a sunny Friday afternoon and you didn’t even start your new job until Monday.

You had scribbled your name onto the list of acts at the front of the room, and had even made time to find your guitar amongst the piles of your packed belongings before you left for this thing. It felt good to be out of the house, being independent in that spontaneous ‘I do whatever I want’ kind of way, but a part of you still felt like a bit of an outsider in a new city. Which, even rationally, you were.

You sat at the table which you had claimed for yourself. Strangely, the oak table was covered in graffiti. Cartoon flowers and existentialism covered the cluttered surface of the table, but it seemed encouraged by the owners of the establishment; A cup of multicolored sharpies was sitting tantalizingly at the table. You read some of the different messages which surrounded the cool condensation of your drink. ‘I am a cage, in search of a bird. 888-447-5594.’ Kafka. Interesting choice for table graffiti. You wondered how desperate you would have to be to start using a cafe table as your own personal tinder. On a scale of ‘Mary Wollstonecraft is my favorite philosopher’ to ‘that guy in college who put sticky notes on every door in my four story apartment building with his number on them’, you would probably put it at a solid seven.

You choked a bit on your tea (lemonade) when your name was announced on the speaker system at the front of the room. Not a gross amount, just a perfectly reasonable, ‘Mary Wollstonecraft is my favorite philosopher’ amount. Probably. Was in not she who said, ‘Those who are bold enough to perform in front of a very small crowd in a cafe…must learn to brave the possibility of choking on green tea lemonade’? Still, you got your sputtering under control in record time and made your way to the front of the room, guitar in hand.

You sat on the stool at the front of the room, forgoing an introduction in what you hoped was a blasé, couldn’t give two shits type of way. In reality, it was more of a, ‘God, why did I come here again? I should not have watched Pitch Perfect on the plane’ type of way. Not that you ever thought you were better than any one or cooler than anyone or any sort of embodiment of Anna Kendrick’s performance as Beca, but you were really tired. Honestly, you didn’t even feel like you had any moral superiority over Beca from Pitch Perfect. Hell, she would probably love this venue.

You finger-picked out the first few notes of your song before finding your way into a steady strum pattern and beginning to sing the lyrics and melody. You had listened to and learned to play lots of different songs at open mic night and karaoke bars, but this one was your favorite. You’d been told that it was sad and depressing and all of those lovely adjectives in the past, but it made you feel seen. And you figured that if this was the sort of venue where people quoted Kafka in an attempt to get bitches then mildly depressing music was perfectly acceptable.

It wasn’t until you had strummed out your last note that you really gauged your pseudo-audiences reaction. For the most part it was about the same as for anyone else, which was the preferred reaction in your book. Tame applause before returning to conversations. Except for this one curly-haired son-of-a-bitch who, for reasons unknown was freaking the fuck out. We’re talking those loud finger-in-mouth whistles that Dads do at little league baseball games, rapid-fire clapping, all of the above. Which, really, was flattering, sure, but who the fuck did he think you were, Taylor Swift?

You gave the man a hesitant placating smile before packing up your Martin and returning to your seat. It was an effort to avoid unnecessary eye-contact with anyone, but a worthy cause, in your opinion. That is, until Mr. Curl-of-Hair Fat-of-Ass made his way to your table. You looked up at him over your plastic cup of cheap tea, probably fake lemons, and artificial sweetener.

“I liked your song a lot,” He told you, stupid little smirk on his face, which was somehow safely on the genuine side of the line.

You chuckled. “Yeah, clearly,” you teased. You didn’t really know why, but you nodded towards the chair across from you, giving him an opening to take a seat. That’s what this was about though, right? Making friends. Your #1 fan accepted your offer, turning the chair around and sitting on it backwards, arms resting on the backrest.

“Seriously, you’re super good! I was going to play something, but how am I supposed to follow that up?” He exclaimed, running a hand through his curls. You laughed, shaking your head. He reached out his hand to shake yours. “I’m Michael, by the way.”

Taking his hand, you offered your own name.

“I do appreciate it, the compliment,” you admitted to him. “I’m kind of the new kid in town.” You chuckled a bit, blushing at your own childish phrasing. “So I guess even ridiculously boisterous applause and enthusiasm is appreciated.”

“Can I buy you a coffee?” He asked, a bold departure from the original source material. His cheeky grin when his eyes met your still mostly full drink told you everything and nothing about his personality. Somehow he kept managing to do what you would have considered the most cocky shit on any other man without seeming one bit an arrogant asshole.

“Honestly,” you looked into those warm brown eyes, leaning forward so that your gazes were level right above the wooden table and its sharpied Kafka quote, “I don’t want to be here right now.” You whispered it to him like it was a guarded secret. Like some part of it affected the fate of the world.

He matched your gaze, pausing for a moment as if considering or analyzing you. As if making sure that it was the place, and that he wasn’t making you uncomfortable in any way. “I think we can remedy that.”

You gasped, pressing a hand against your chest as if scandalized. “I don’t know what you’re implying but–”

Michael laughed, interrupting you with, “You are crazy, you know that?” You only smiled at him. Of course you were the crazy one. Shaking his head, he suggested, “Here’s a proposal, we leave, I show you the city that you clearly don’t understand the awesomeness levels of, and I finish that tea that you don’t look like you wanted.” He got out of his seat and came around to your side of the table, offering you his hand should you agree to his plan. “It’s a win-win situation.”

You took his hand, rising to his level. “Fine. But the tea is mine.” You doinked the plastic cup against his surprisingly solid arm in a joking cheers and downed the rest of the…What would be the prestigious way to put it? Citrusy blend of organic green tea, highlighted with an ethically sourced lemonade, and made more palatable with a house-made simple syrup.

He laughed at you, leading you out of the building, hands still connected, guitar scars on your hand meeting the guitar scars on his. “Deal.”

You could faintly hear the barista say “Thank God,” as you left, and knew that it was definitely directed at the fact that the two of you were no longer in her lovely establishment.

#Michael Perry x reader #reader insert #oscar isaac fanfic #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fluff

41 notes · View notes

chelestials · 2 months

Text

nothing is more humbling when you’re watching an edit of your favorite actor and then the screen goes black and you see yourself on your screen basically thirsting over them

383 notes · View notes

shakespeareanwannabe · 2 years

Text

One Hell of a Year: Christmas

Summary: When Molly Henderson makes the move from Chicago to Lockhart, Texas, she doesn’t expect much. A new teaching job, a new community, and maybe a few new friends, but what she didn’t expect was to meet Michael Perry, a man with a heart of gold, October eyes, and a smile that made her tummy do a strange little flip-flop. With Michael by her side, Molly finds that she may just be able to not only find a life in Lockhart, but thrive there as well.

Warnings: cursing, drinking

Disclaimers: Nothing recognizable belongs to me. Sending the warmest wishes of the season to everyone!

It was the type of school year that most teachers hated, where Christmas Eve landed on a Saturday, meaning that school stayed open until the 23rd of December. Meaning that every kid, teacher, and administrator was more than ready for the break to finally arrive.

Luckily, Renata was one of those administrators who seemed to understand that, during the final week of school, nobody wanted to be there. The kids had already mentally checked out, daydreaming of sugarplums dancing in their heads, while teachers were thinking ahead to family gatherings, work parties, and the stresses and joys of gift-giving. The morning of the last day of school was spent in the classrooms, where teachers read stories, gave gifts, and led their students through holiday themed art projects. The afternoon was spent together in the gym, with the loudspeakers playing Christmas carols and holiday music while students danced, ran around, and sang along.

For the last 40 minutes of the day, Michael and Molly took their students outside, since their prep periods had taken place during the Christmas dance party.

After a game of 4s vs. 5s soccer, Molly and Michael stood off to the side while their kids milled around, chatting and goofing off.

“Five more minutes,” Molly muttered, eyeing her watch.

“Thank god, I’ve got a migraine that could kill a small elephant right now,” he commiserated, wincing as one of her students screeched with laughter.

“You sure you want to go to the Christmas party tonight?”

Apparently, every year Renata threw a holiday party at her house for her hard-working staff. Everyone from her Vice Principal down to the SERT who worked one day a week and the custodian who worked the nightshift were invited. Even certain supply teachers who had been in the school enough to get noticed were invited.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun,” he sighed. “Renata always puts on a hell of a spread.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

Michael allowed his gaze to drift over to her and he bit his lip. “So…Shannon and Mark are in Ireland with her family.”

“Yeah.”

“Cecelia and David are having a household Christmas because they don’t want Alvin to be overwhelmed.”

“Uh-huh…”

“Gabriella and Antonio invited Gabriel, Kostas, and my dad to spend Christmas with Antonio’s family in San Antonio.”

“Okay…” Molly furrowed her brow. “So…?”

Michael sighed with a bit of a chuckle. “We haven’t exactly discussed our own Christmas plans, Molly.”

Molly blinked at him once, then twice. “We haven’t, have we?”

He shook his head, a small smile pulling on his lips. “Nope. I know we’re spending tonight together,” he whispered, gazing around the courtyard to make sure the students weren’t listening, before continuing, “and I know it’s still really early in our relationship, but if you aren’t going back to Chicago…” He let his question hang in the air, and Molly let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

They honestly hadn’t discussed their holiday plans, mostly because Molly assumed he was going to spend Christmas with his family. Plus, she didn’t exactly want to tell him that her Christmas plans most likely included drinking eggnog straight from the carton and watching every black and white Christmas movie she could get her hands on until she fell asleep. She knew that when he heard that, he would bring her along to his family festivities, and she didn’t want to intrude. Not again.

“D—” Molly paused to clear her throat. “Do you want to come spend Christmas with me?”

Michael smiled crookedly, one corner of his mouth breaking free as he leaned towards her. “I’d love that,” he whispered, looking at her with that longing look in his eyes that she always saw the split second before he kissed her.

“Great…” she giggled, wrapping her arms around herself like a lovestruck teen.

Michael peeked at his watch. “One more minute.”

It seemed like most of the students were in tune with the tiny clock face on his wrist because the moment he said that a good chunk of students began picking up their bags and heading towards the edge of school property.

“Gillian, if you step one toe off school property before that bell rings, you’ll have detention when we come back next year!” Michael yelled over the growing din, watching as one of his more belligerent students rolled her eyes and took a miniscule step back from the fence line.

“That goes for you too, Cameron!” Molly called to Gillian’s brother.

Both teachers angled their bodies so they could keep an eye on the students who seemed more interested in pushing buttons than escaping to the holidays scot-free.

“Thirty seconds…” Molly muttered, her foot tapping against the tarmac.

“If we’re spending Christmas together, is it okay to assume that we’re spending New Years the same way?” Michael whispered.

“It’s a date,” Molly smiled. “What brought that up?”

Michael grinned. “This.” He brought his wrist up to eye level and started whispering. “Ten…nine…eight…”

Molly giggled, watching as the students lined up at the fence like Thoroughbreds before a big race. “Seven…six…five…four…”

“Three…two…one!”

“Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!” Molly shouted out as the doors to the school flew open and kids of all sizes and ages came flooding out.

“Bye! Be good! See you in two weeks!” Michael fist bumped and high fived passing students before turning to her. “Let’s get the heck out of here!”

Molly was…relieved, to say the least, when she realized that she wasn’t overdressed for Renata’s party. According to the office gossip, Mr. Mendez managed a hotel in town and was able to reserve their ballroom at a steal of a price for his wife’s holiday staff party. When Molly had heard that it was taking place inside the town’s only hotel (“only but fancy,” Michael had corrected her when she was trying to figure out what to wear), she had primped a little bit more than she may have if it had been taking place at, say, Renata’s home.

Molly tugged at the neckline of her short red dress. It was modest, long enough to brush at her knees and the straight neckline and off the shoulder cap sleeves kept everything mostly contained, but she knew she looked good, and she was glad to see some of the other teachers and spouses had turned up in suits and dresses as well. She, however, only had eyes for Michael, who was dressed completely in black. Black slacks, black button down, black tie, and black blazer. Her man, and it made her heart skip a beat to think that she was lucky enough to be there with him, was looking damn good and, if it wasn’t for the fact that they were at a faculty party, she would have been looking for a bathroom in which to show him her appreciation.

But, as it were, they were standing in the corner of the room with Lauren and Alex, cocktails in hand, laughing at Alex’s appalling Christmas nightmare story.

“All I’m saying is that, if I ever even smell sugar cookies again, I might have a nervous breakdown,” Alex finished to peals of laughter.

“Remind me not to invite you over for the holidays, Alex,” Molly teased, casually resting her arm across Michael’s shoulders, and allowing her hand to play with the short, slightly curly hairs that were beginning to grow at the base of his neck. “We’re planning on baking enough to break my oven.”

“If it’s more of those pumpkin spice things, count me in. But sugar cookies make me want to lose my lunch.” Alex shuddered theatrically,

“Remind me how you got this far in being a kindergarten teacher, and you still have a weak ass stomach?” Lauren taunted, her empty glass dangling between her fingers as she waited for her husband, Darren to return with a refill.

Michael tuned out their brewing argument, too entranced by the fingers in his hair, the nails lightly scratching his neck, and the sight of Molly’s smile. With the glimmer of Christmas lights that were hung from every wall, she looked ethereal. Ever since they had decided to spend Christmas together, she had been downright giddy, and it showed. Happiness radiated from her every pore like sunshine, bathing him in warmth and solace, and he couldn’t believe that he was the one who made her that happy.

Typically, Michael liked to take things slow. Historically, he liked to have all his ducks in a row and know the outcome when he was about to take a new step in his life. He didn’t like not knowing where a line of thinking or questioning would lead in his personal life. In the classroom, he was all for it, but he didn’t want his life to be a learning experience. He didn’t want anyone to suffer from the fallout if his actions or thoughts led him astray. So, it was strange to him to be moving so fast in his relationship, but he couldn’t help it. Something about Molly’s infectious warmth and devotion made him want to leap off the highest cliff alongside her, just to say they had made it through.

A soft smile tugged at his lips as he watched her. When she had first arrived at the school, Michael had been able to sense her hesitancy, her nervousness about being in a new place. But now, watching her tease Alex and Lauren, loving how she stayed physically connected to him without being overbearing, and knowing that they still had a-ways to go before all their dirty laundry was out for the world to see…it didn’t scare him. It didn’t make him want to sit and think about the consequences of his actions. He wanted the life he could see laid out in front of him. Him and Molly, living together, a ring on her finger, a couple of kids of their own because God knew they had spent enough time caring for other people’s children. It was an idyllic life for him, one he didn’t expect to want with all the travelling and wandering he had done as a young adult, but he felt an ache for it in his soul.

“So, you two are spending Christmas together?” Darren asked, delivering a new drink to his wife.

“Thank Christ,” Lauren muttered, downing half her drink in one go. “I was getting sick and tired of all the kicked puppy and lovesick stares these two were throwing at each other. I’m glad you two finally got your shit together. Now don’t screw it up!”

Molly giggled at her inebriated friend, combing her fingers through the back of his hair once more. “Don’t worry, I have no intention on screwing this up,” she smiled over at him, her eyes soft and filled with an unnamed something. “I’d be an idiot to screw this up,” she murmured, so soft that only he could hear her.

Michael, being the intelligent, highly educated man that he was, wished he could say that the unnamed something he was feeling made itself known in a sudden flash of understanding, like a shot by Cupid’s bow or a sucker punch to the gut. But it didn’t. It had snuck up on him, a feeling that had been growing inside his heart since that last week of August when Renata had asked him to help the new teacher set up her room. It was a feeling that he had been feeling without being able to name it until he looked over at Molly, her eyes bright like Christmas lights and her smile worth more than all the Christmas presents in the world.

Softly, deftly, he stroked his hand up and down the length of her forearm, marveling in the softness of her skin and wondering how he had gotten so damn lucky. He had made a lot of mistakes in his life, some that Molly didn’t know about yet, but somehow fate or God or whoever had seen fit to bless him anyway.

Michael bowed his head slightly, pressing his lips to the skin just above the crease of Molly’s elbow, as the name of that unnamed feeling faded into his mind.

“Ugh, you two are sickeningly sweet,” Lauren whined, leaning into her husband. “Go dance or something before you make my cold heart grow three sizes.”

Molly giggled and allowed Michael to lead her to the small dance floor that had been set up. Renata and her husband, Charlie, had been dancing all night in each other’s arms, and they smiled at the newcomers as they stepped closer.

Michael tugged Molly close, mindful of the fact that their shared boss was not even five feet away and began to sway with her to the soft Christmas song playing over the loudspeaker.

“You know, Lauren was telling me that she thinks this song is pushy and misogynistic,” Molly mused, laying her head on his shoulder.

“Oh yeah?” he chuckled, brushing his fingers lightly over the skin of her back. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s a cute song…just don’t overanalyze it,” she sighed, curling further into his arms, and swaying lightly. “What do you think?”

“I think I’m in love with you,” Michael bit back the words he desperately wanted to say, wanting to share the revelation he had had. But it wasn’t the time. Not with their boss and coworkers milling about. He would tell her, and it would be soon, but not now.

Instead, he twirled her under his arm and pulled her back, closer, reveling in her laughter.

“I think you’re lucky we don’t live someplace cold because then I would be singing this to you every time you try to get out of bed,” he whispered in her ear.

Molly met his gaze, a hint of longing fire in her eyes. “Oh yeah? Would you bribe me too?”

“Oh yeah. Another drink, another cigarette…whatever it takes to keep you in my arms.”

Molly smiled softly and nuzzled into him as they danced, barely shuffling their feet as they enjoyed their closeness. “You wouldn’t have to bribe me, honey,” she whispered. “In your arms is the only place I want to be.”

The next morning, Molly woke up to a feeling of…something. It had been growing inside of her ever since Michael had taken her to Amarillo to see the snowfall and last night, when Michael had laid her down in bed and stripped her body and soul bare, she thought she finally might be able to put a name to the emotion.

She smiled softly as she felt a pair of plush lips dance up her spine and across her shoulders, the arms around her midsection tightening.

“Mmm good morning,” she murmured, ghosting her hand up and down his arm.

“Morning…” Michael shifted, pressing a kiss into her hair as he released her halfway from his grip. “Or should I say afternoon?” he giggled, bringing his arm up to show her the face of his watch.

“Damn…I can’t tell you the last time I slept in until 11,” she chuckled rolling over to face him.

“Welcome to Christmas break, baby.” He peppered kisses all over her face, each peck pulling laughter from her. “I’m so glad we get to spend it together.”

Molly sighed, a wave of bliss washing over her. “Me too.”

“Though I’m a little surprised that you’re not going back to Chicago,” he added, pressing up onto one arm to gaze down at her. “I thought you’d do a Friends-mas or something.”

Molly felt her face burn and her eyes darted around the room, desperate to land on something other than the man hovering over her. “Oh…um, I didn’t really feel like third-wheeling this Christmas. All my friends in Chicago are married with kids and I didn’t want them to feel obligated to entertain me when they’ve got their own things going on.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t have minded.”

“No, I know. I’m sure some of them would have even loved it if I could run interference with their in-laws, but I didn’t want to just invite myself and, since nobody asked, I figured it would be best if I just stayed put this Christmas.” She smiled and kissed his arm. “What about you? I’m sure Alvin would have loved spending Christmas with his favourite Uncle, or that Antonio’s family would have welcomed you.”

Michael shrugged, tracing his index finger over her nose and lips. “I’m sure they would have, but I didn’t ask. I actually prefer having a quiet Christmas at home with you.”

Molly smiled as tears sprung to her eyes. “Me too,” she whispered, burying her head in his chest as he rolled, bringing her on top of him in a comforting embrace.

As safe as she felt, Molly knew she had no reason to lie. The lies, like snow in Chicago, fell from her lips easily and freely, a defense mechanism she had developed over the years to keep herself safe. She knew she didn’t not need to keep herself safe from Michael. There was no reason to fear him, but she couldn’t help herself. She didn’t want him to think she was…less. Especially since, in his arms, she felt like so much more than what she was.

She chuckled softly as she felt Michael’s lips nuzzle into her hair. “Does my hair taste that good, honey, or are you just hungry?”

“Every part of you tastes good, Molly,” he winked down at her. “But I wouldn’t say no to some real food. I think it’s safe to say that we burned off all the alcohol and food from the party when we got home.”

Molly lightly thwacked him as she sat up and reached for her Christmas pajamas, folded neatly on the bench at the end of her bed.

“What do you say we don’t practice what we preach about healthy eating and make some Christmas cookies for brunch?”

Michael rolled out of bed, lightly hopping onto his feet as he began a frantic search for his boxers. “Gingerbread or sugar cookies?”

Molly winked as she pulled on her baggy Snoopy nightgown and grabbed a pair of lacy boyshorts from her top drawer, “Why not both? It is Christmas after all.”

Michael wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a quick smooch. “Careful, Ms. Henderson. You keep this up, and I’m going to want to spend every Christmas with you.”

Molly gasped dramatically, one hand hovering over her chest as she swooned, adopting the lilting accent of a Southern belle. “Oh what a travesty that would be.”

Michael tugged her upright and kissed her deeply. “Alright, you dork. Let me go get my overnight bag and we can start baking up some cookies for Santa.”

Molly playfully saluted him. “Sir, yes, sir. I’ll have the ingredients and the recipe ready and waiting.”

“Good job, private,” Michael laughed, passing by her, and playfully tapping her on the ass as he left the room and descended the staircase and finding his overnight bag where he left it in the hall the night before.

God, but he really did love that woman. Even though they had both been desperate to get their hands on each other, and even though Michael had been ready and raring to go, Molly had had the wherewithal to grab his bag from the backseat of her car before they stumbled up to her front door, more interested in sucking the air from each others’ lungs than they were in actually opening the front door. He had dropped the bag immediately upon entry, opting instead to wrap his arms around her waist and carry her up to her bedroom, but he was thankful that it was at least in the building. He didn’t exactly fancy making a run for his car in his boxers. Now, he didn’t have to.

Michael ducked into the guest bathroom and quickly dressed in his softest pair of grey sweatpants and a black Queen t-shirt before brushing his teeth and washing his face. Satisfied with his appearance, he entered the kitchen and gaped.

First, Molly looked like a damn Christmas angel, wrapped in her soft green Snoopy nightgown which hid the lacy boyshorts he had watched her don, the wintery Texan sun streaming in through the window illuminating her face and figure in a way that made Michael want to say forget the baking and haul her back upstairs for another round.

Second, he had severely underestimated how quickly his girlfriend could move when motivated.

In the span of the seven minutes he had been gone, Molly had pulled out all of the ingredients, mixing bowls, and measuring cups, and had already begun portioning out ingredients.

“Gingerbread cookies first, babe,” she called over her shoulder. “We can let that dough chill in the freezer while we whip up the sugar cookies.”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am,” Michael murmured before clearing his throat. “Tell me what to do. I am but your loyal nutcracker.”

Michael hoped her giggle would never cease to make him smile.

“You mix, Muscle Man,” she joked, handing him a half-full mixing bowl. “I’ll measure out the ingredients and pour them in the bowl.”

“You’re telling me that more stuff goes into this?”

Molly giggled, pouring in another cup of sticky sweet molasses. “I thought we could triple the recipe. Y’know, so we can give some to your family when they get back in town.”

Michael’s face melted. “You’re so sweet. Thank you for thinking of my family.”

Molly looked shocked. “Babe, of course I thought of your family! They were so nice to me on Thanksgiving, and I’ve already gotten a couple of texts from them wishing me a Merry Christmas.” Molly began pouring in a mix of dry ingredients.

“Babe, are you sure the batter is supposed to have this much flour?” Michael coughed as a white plume erupted from the large mixing bowl.

Molly giggled as she gestured for him to continue mixing. “Well, if my calculations are correct, then we need to triple this recipe so we can send some to each member of your giant family. So, yes. We do need this much of the dry mix.”

Michael coughed again, white powder dusting his dark t-shirt. “Y-you make ‘giant’ sound like a bad thing.”

Molly giggled, gently hip checking him out of the way so she could take over folding in the flour. “I mean, it’s not a bad thing. They’re just kind of intimidating at first glance. All those people and names to keep straight.” She hummed happily. “But they were very sweet to send me gifts.”

While Molly had been preparing for the party the night before, Michael had returned to his home to pack his overnight bag and had returned with a sack of gifts that his father had dropped off for the two of them.

“I told you they liked you,” Michael sighed, stepping in behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

Molly smiled softly, tilting her head back into his hard chest. “You did. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Michael gasped playfully. “You doubted me?”

Molly giggled, her head falling forward as she continued mixing the batter, her hair curtaining her face and hiding her features. “I kind of don’t want to say now.”

“Wow…and all I’ve ever been is nice to you. What did I do to deserve such treatment?”

Molly giggled again, passing the mixing bowl back to him. “Aww, I’m sorry, honey. Did I hurt your feelings?”

Michael pouted, mixing the batter once more before putting it to the side. “Uh-huh…”

Molly turned from turning the oven on and wrapped her arms around his waist. “What can I do to make it better?”

Michael smirked down at her, wrapping his arms around her in turn and carefully lifting her up onto the counter. “I could think of a few things…”

“Oh yeah?”

Michael nuzzled his nose against hers, feeling her warmth and the very essence of her envelope him. “Yeah. You think you can help me with them?”

Molly nodded, a beautiful smile brightening her face. “I think I can do that,” she murmured before pressing her lips against his.

Michael moaned softly, gently cupping the edge of her jaw to bring her closer and losing himself in her.

Michael’s eyes cracked open with a yawn and found himself surrounded by a truly idyllic scene.

The Christmas tree in the corner, decorated with Molly’s ornaments and a few of his mother’s treasured memories, sat in the corner of the room, gently lit by warm white lights. The fire they had started in the fireplace had burned down to embers and the spicy scent of smoke and cedar lingered in the air. The plate of Christmas cookies they had baked earlier in the day sat half-eaten on the table in front of the couch while George Bailey and the town of Bedford Falls sang Auld Lang Syne on the screen. The Moon hung high in the sky out the window, lighting up the angles of Molly’s face where she was cuddled into his shoulder, her mug of hot chocolate sitting on the side table. If there was snow falling outside, Michael might have thought that he had been transported into a Christmas movie. It was perfect, made even more so by the sweet girl who was cuddled up against him.

Michael yawned again, bringing his wrist up to eye level before groaning.

“Molly?” he whispered, gently nudging his dozing girlfriend. “Honey, wake up…”

Molly yawned, cuddling even closer to him. “Hmm?”

He craned his neck, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Merry Christmas, baby. It’s officially Christmas Day.”

Molly groaned as she pushed herself up, stretching her arms above her head. “How?”

Michael chuckled. “It’s 12:07 a.m., honey. Merry Christmas.”

She smiled a sleepy smile before kissing his lips gently. “Merry Christmas, Michael Perry.”

Michael stroked her hair and kissed her back. “You wanna head to bed?”

Molly yawned again, triggering a yawn in him. “Do we have to?”

Michael chuckled softly. “You can’t want to watch another movie.”

She turned her gaze to the screen, frowning slightly. “Aww, I missed the ending.”

“It’s okay, honey, so did I. We can rewatch it tomorrow…or later today, I guess.”

“Mmm, okay.”

Molly stood, stretching slightly in her new plaid pajamas. It turns out that, when Michael had shared a story about his mother always buying her children new Christmas themed pajamas for Christmas Eve, Molly had decided to take up her work and bought them both red and green plaid pajama sets. He had been so touched and had almost come out and told her that he loved her, but he held back. That had happened a few times over the course of the day, but he didn’t want her to think that it was just the magic of Christmas prompting his admission. But staring at her, standing in the dim light of the Christmas tree, he found the words almost slipping out again.

“…Michael?”

“Hmm?”

She smiled softly at him. “I asked if you wanted to open our Christmas presents to each other right now. We could start a new Christmas tradition with just you and me.”

Michael stood with a groan, his joints cracking as he raised himself to his full height. He strode over to Molly and wrapped his arms around her from behind, nuzzling into that space between her neck and shoulder where his head just seemed to fit so perfectly.

“I think that sounds perfect,” he murmured, pulling away just slightly so he could sit on the ground next to the tree, pulling her hand so she moved with him to the floor.

Giggling quietly, Molly sank to her knees in front of him, her face gently illuminated by the dying embers of the fire. Twisting slightly, she tugged out a large bag from behind the tree. Michael smiled softly, feeling that spark of childhood excitement light in his stomach.

“Could you pass me that small red box, baby?” Michael murmured, pointing out the small red box topped by a white bow.

Passing it over to him, Molly rested her hands in her lap and smiled nervously.

“C-can I go first?” At Michael’s gentle nod, she pushed the large green bag towards him. “I couldn’t decide whether to go practical or fun, so I just got you both.” Molly explained quietly, fiddling with her fingers in her lap as she watched him open the first bundle.

“Ukulele strings?”

Biting her lip, Molly nodded. “I overheard you complaining to Alex that you needed to get new strings but couldn’t find the time to head over to the store to get some. See? Practical.”

Michael leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Thank you, baby. You saved me from making the trip myself, leaving me more time to spend with you.”

Molly cast her eyes to the side, reaching up to play with her hair for a moment. “You’re welcome. Open the next one. It’s the fun one.”

Michael grinned at her infectious excitement and tugged a large box out of the bag. “A Lego Star Wars set?” he asked incredulously.

Molly bit her lip again, shuffling closer. “I…I remember you saying that Star Wars is your favourite series at Halloween, and David mentioned at Thanksgiving that you always wanted a Lego set but never got one. I thought—”

Molly’s breath caught as Michael crushed her to his chest, burying his head in her neck. “Thank you, baby,” he whispered into her hair, his lips just brushing her neck. “This is the best gift I could have asked for.”

Molly sniffled, caught off guard by the rush of affection and love she felt for this sweet, sweet man. “You’re welcome, Michael. Merry Christmas.”

With a soft kiss to his cheek, she pulled away and settled back on her knees.

Smiling shyly down at the red box he kept playing with in his hands, he shrugged. “I-it’s not much. But when I saw it, I thought of you, and I thought you’d love it. If you don’t, just tell me and you can exchange it. I kept the receipt just in case.” He bit his lip and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the heat rush to his cheeks.

“Michael…” Molly laid a gentle hand on his knee and smiled. “I already know I’m going to love it.” Michael opened his mouth to rebuttal, but she pressed a finger to his lips. “You’re the most thoughtful, kind man I’ve ever met. I already know I’m going to love it because it came from you.”

Michael grinned and passed her the box. “I really hope that’s true.”

Maintaining eye contact, Molly pulled the bow off and opened the box.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pressed a hand to her mouth. “Michael…” she murmured through her fingers. “This is too much.”

The silver snowflake pendant glimmered and glinted in the dim light of the Christmas tree, the pretty white pearls shining smoothly in a small ring on the inside of the snowflake while the crystal-clear stones scattered throughout the design twinkled up at her.

“It’s definitely not too much,” he replied quietly, shimmying closer. “I saw it while we were in Amarillo and knew I wanted you to have it. This way…” He gently pulled the twisted silver chain free and let the pendant hang like a star in the sky. “This way, you’ll always have the snow with you.” He moved around behind her and waited as she gathered her hair up so he could place it around her neck. Pressing a small kiss to the nape of her neck as the lobster claw clasp clicked closed, Michael used his hands on her shoulders to gently spin her to face him. “You make it beautiful, Molly,” he whispered, wiping a tear from her cheek.

Molly replied with a deep kiss, wrapping her arms around him as though she never wanted to part from him, which, in her defence, she really didn’t.

Smiling, Michael pulled away briefly to rub his thumb across the apple of her cheek. “Merry Christmas, Molly,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against hers.

“Merry Christmas, Michael.” She kissed him firmly as he lowered her down to the rug, where they continued their celebration until the Sun hung high in the sky.

Tags List: @budcooper , @mattmurdocksscars , @aellynera, @itspdameronthings, @beenthroughalot

#michael perry #michael perry x molly henderson #oscar isaac #oscar issac characters #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac imagine #wont back down #oscar issac fic #one hell of a year fic

9 notes · View notes

bloodhoundluke · 1 year

Text

for the love of strange medicine ✧ luke hemmings

pairing: luke hemmings x friend! reader

description: luke loves y/n in secret and his flirty comments make y/n's head spin. after calum's party, y/n finally gets an answer to luke's strange behavior.

warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing. please let me know if there’s anything else.

word count: 2,7k. a/n: hi there! this won the poll, the title was supposed to be 'it's impossible to ignore you' but i like for the love of strange medicine more :) i'm a bit rusty so please forgive me <33 and because i loved writing this so much, i think i'll do a pt. 2 to this!

The Californian sky was covered in haze that one Thursday. Luke stared at the cafe arguably named after a Steve Perry song: For the Love of Strange Medicine. It was fitting since Luke basically considered coffee to be his medicine, not to mention the delicious pretzels he had bought from the very same cafe a few days ago.

Luke rubbed his eyes and yawned, taking in the last smokes of the cigarette he had been inhaling on for the last three minutes. He swore to himself that it would be the last day he'd smoke. It wasn't. He pulled his phone out: 6:58am. He hated early mornings, and he hated how the cafe still wasn't open. Two more minutes, he told himself. He was growing impatient. Maybe it was the stress of recording a new album, maybe it was the fight he had with the manager last night.

When the clock hit 7am, you opened up the cafe. You gave Luke a soft yet tiresome smile which screamed It’s too damn early for this and he returned the favor. Luke saw the name tag on your black t-shirt: Y/N.

As time went by, Luke visited the cafe several times in an attempt to see your face again. To his misfortune, you weren’t working during any of those shifts. You had cut down your hours because of the intense lecture schedule. Luckily for Luke, you bumped into each other at a local festival while you both were watching Green Day play.

Your and Luke's friend groups emerged that night and you enjoyed his company too much for your own liking. You didn’t do men. You didn’t hang around them. Not even as friends. They all caused trouble for you. But with him, everything was different somehow. The night ended with you and Luke in your hotel room. There was nothing sexual about that night if not counting your lingering gazes at each other. You and Luke stayed up until seven in the morning, sharing your love of Green Day and Stranger Things, and talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

Luke and you started to grow closer since spending time together. It had been nearly 3 months since you had met and you felt as if you've known him for your whole life. Then Luke went on tour and he didn't want to believe he couldn't see your face as frequently anymore. You made him feel seen and most importantly, safe.

One time Ashton, Calum and Michael caught Luke looking at your Instagram pictures before a show. The boys couldn’t let it go and stop teasing about the way he was biting his lip nervously while scrolling through your Instagram page. Luke convinced them there was nothing to tease about. You were just friends, and that’s the way it would always be. Your lives were so different from each other; you, a part-time barista and a university student and Luke, a touring rockstar. It could never work.

You tried to forget your feelings for your friend, you really did. But you couldn't. Every corner of your flat and everyone you met reminded you of Luke. Even if it was someone’s blonde hair or a tiny detail in their jacket. Everyday activities such as going grocery shopping which you normally enjoyed couldn’t get him off your mind. You’d see the Australian-grown coffee beans. Boom, Luke. Lavender-scented laundry detergent he used. Luke again. And the fact that Luke texted you every day didn't help in the process of trying to forget the feelings you had for him.

—❦

You were attending a party tonight. But not just any party, Calum's party. His parties were known for a good time and endless bottles of free booze.

You wiggled on your black leather dress, which you had just bought. It barely covered your knees and you loved how it hugged you from all the right places. The combo of the leather dress, red lipstick and curly hair gave you all the confidence you needed to go out tonight and see Luke. Yes, he was your friend but you still felt nervous around him. And you blamed him for that. His James Dean glossy eyes and irresistibly long curly hair. His charm and his stupid dad jokes. You were whipped for him and it was a wonder no one around you noticed that. Or that’s what you thought anyway.

You recall the last time you had seen Luke. He had called you and asked to pick him up from his apartment a week ago. You knocked on his door and saw him with someone. A tall, gorgeous woman. Seeing the model-looking brunette beside Luke made your stomach flip. He seemed so happy with his arms around her waist. Maybe he had met her when he was on tour. You greeted them both and bit the insides of your cheek. That memory reminded you of the time you were helping him to pick out an outfit for him for his date a few weeks ago. Maybe it was for her. He had just returned back home from the tour and the poor man was all over the place. Maybe it was nerves, maybe he was just tired from touring. You imagined how Luke would get ready for your date and ask for assistance from Ashton, Michael and Calum. But that would never happen, so you snapped out of the thought. You were only hurting yourself by having these thoughts. You were such a fool for him, and you didn't know how to make it stop.

You sat down on top of your bed and decided to check Instagram on your phone. “He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint”, you whispered mainly just to yourself.

“Who are you talking about?”, your friend heard your little comment and frowned their eyebrows.

“Uh….maybe I’ll keep it a secret”, you winked.

“C’mon Y/N!”.

“Okay, I was talking about Timothée Chalamet. He looks so pretty”, was the lie you came up with. You couldn’t tell them you were talking about Luke. You had just seen his new Instagram photo and can’t get over his pretty blue eyes. And his curly locks. And that god-damn jawline. And his….well, everything.

“I know right! Maybe we should go watch the new movie so we’ll have some eye candy”, your friend winked.

“It’s a date”, you laughed.

You were still waiting for Luke to pick you and your two friends up. But he was late, like he always was. You had lectured him about his tendency to be late countless times. But he could never learn, could he? It was needless to say that you were pissed off.

Twenty minutes rolled by and Luke finally showed up. He offered his apologies to you and your friends. Your friends had already gone out and got themselves seated in the car, while you and Luke were still inside of your flat. Luke needed hairspray to lock his hair in place. Then Luke made his way to the hallway while you were checking that you had everything necessary with you. That one time you forgot your keys back home still haunted you, hence you had to double-check everything now.

“You got everything?”, Luke held the door open for you and the button of his already opened black and white star-patterned collar shirt popped off. “Oops”, he chuckled to himself. He didn’t bother to fix it. Not when he noticed you basically drooling over him.

“Yeah”, you answered nonchalantly and avoided eye contact with him. You had been on the edge the whole day and Luke being late didn’t exactly make you feel any better.

“I hate that you’re mad at me, but you look so hot right now”, he smirked at you. Luke was always like this with you. He flirted with you and you flirted back when it felt natural. But since he started to hang around the brunette woman - whose name you didn’t even know - you started to think that maybe you should stop flirting back. But you didn’t know if they were exclusive or not. Luke didn’t exactly bother to open up about the romance department in his life. Not to you anyway.

“Thanks. I like your hair”, you commented. You noted how he saw you fiddling with your bracelet. It was the one Luke won from Push A Prize that one Saturday night in July. Its pearls were your favorite color, blue.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too long?”.

“I think it’s good”.

“Just good? Don’t you mean gorgeous? Perfect?”, the blonde rockstar snarked.

“Shut up”, you slapped his hand gently and giggled.

"You okay?", he asked quietly as you were still fiddling with the bracelet.

"Yep, let's go", you gave Luke a small smile and received a nod in return. You took the passenger seat and he sat next to you and fired the engine.

“Took long enough”, one of your friends commented. “Blame Luke and his Prince Charming hair”, you rolled your eyes and looked at your friends in the backseat, and then at the man beside you.

"Geez, thanks for throwing me under the bus", Luke answered sarcastically, tapped the steering wheel with his fingers and turned the music up. Nickelback, of course.

You arrived at Calum’s house. You were walking side to side with the blondie, hand in hand. It was natural. You gravitated towards each other all the time, but you took it as a sign that you felt comfortable with him. Not just anyone could make you feel this way.

“We’re in public, you know that right?”, you asked him as he was still holding your hand. You couldn't even count the times people mistook you for a couple, and doing these kinds of things that could be seen as couple-y felt a bit odd for you sometimes.

“Yup”, he popped the p and offered you a cheeky grin.

“So why are you still holding my hand?”, you genuinely asked Luke whose eyes were fixated on the crowd of people mingling.

“Don’t want you to get lost. I know you’re bad at taking directions”, he smirked and saw you looking at him with a questionable look. Those words sounded like honey and you hated yourself for it. Oh, only if he wasn’t as charming as he was. It would make everything so much easier for you.

“Right”, you laughed it off and rolled your eyes. It’s not like you haven’t been to Calum’s house a million times before…

“You should wear that dress more often”, he cooed confidently into your ear and let go of your hand.

“Okay, Mr. Leather Pants”, you laughed and avoided his eye contact. You disappeared into the sea of people and fixed yourself a drink. You didn't really know what to think about Luke's behavior. He was flirtier than usual and you couldn't pinpoint why. The next few hours were spent by dancing with your friends and having conversations with drunken strangers.

—❦

Later, you noticed Luke navigating through the crowd to get to you. He spent a few minutes explaining how his leather boots got stuck in the mud in Europe while touring and how you would have laughed your ass off if you had seen that. Then, the unimaginable happened and he started spinning you around the dance floor. He had always been a fun drunk, that's for sure. He dropped you down carefully from the air and his hands laid comfortably on your waist. But not for long as the upbeat song shifted into a slow one, a shortened version of Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran. Shit.

You wrapped your hands around his neck almost intuitively. “Fuck it, let’s show them how to dance”, you lifted your left eyebrow and thought of how your hands will be sweaty in under a minute. Or twenty seconds, if you were being completely honest.

Luke placed his ring-covered hands, noticeably bigger than yours, back to your waist. “We’re so much better at this than these amateurs”, he looked deeply into your eyes and it felt like he scanned every little feature in your face. It felt intimidating. Being that close to Luke. Being that close with Luke.

“You should definitely consider Dancing with the Stars”, you commented and smiled as you intertwined your fingers behind his neck.

“You reckon?”, his eyes lit up and it's like you could almost see a blush creeping upon his cheeks.

“I see the UK accent has made a mark on you. Has a nice ring to it”, you confessed as you slow danced with your best friend.

“Thanks to you, ms. English Love Affair", Luke gave you a dirty look and chuckled semi-nervously afterwards.

"Oh, you wish", you replied with a nervous giggle and you two continued dancing in silence.

—❦

At 3am the party seems to die out and as usual, Luke walks you to your apartment. About half of the 15 minute walk you have talked about utter nonsense, like how many squirrels Luke saw during the tour and how many latte macchiatos you did during the time he was away.

“Can I ask you a question?", you asked as your heels clacked along the concrete.

“Sure”, Luke answers almost instantly, coughing afterwards.

“You were flirting with me the whole night and…”, you started your monologue which you had planned during the party.

“That’s not a question”, he interrupted and gave you a wink.

“Let me finish, you dumbass”, you answered, your tone being a mixture of playful and irritated.

He zipped his mouth and smiled back at you. You were standing in the front of your apartment, feeling a little cold in the chilly autumn air.

“I just wonder…why?”.

“Don’t we do that, like, all the time?”, he chuckled and stared down at his hands, then scanning your face for a while.

“I guess so, yeah. But it’s innocent. It wasn’t like that today. Or am I crazy? Am I imagining this? Please tell me it was just my imagination, I can- ”, you explained and could already feel how humiliated you'd feel soon.

“I don’t really like to tell you to shut up, but just for once, shhh Y/N. It wasn’t just you”, he took a step closer to you and placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I like you. Definitely have for a while. Maybe the whole time I’ve known you. I like spending time with you. You are the funniest person I know. And you give the best fashion advice. And beneath that sarcastic exterior is such a soft and empathetic soul. You don’t brag about your kindness, which makes it real. And I could talk to you for hours and never get bored. And for you, I would do the dishes happily. Believe it or not, no one has ever managed to bring out that side of me”, he chuckled as you remain speechless. His sudden declaration of love - well maybe not love, interest perhaps - made you grin like a child who just got a new toy.

“And shit, Y/N, I just adore you. And the way your laugh reminds me of home. I lo-, like how you play with your earrings when you are nervous. It’s adorable. And I-”,

“I don’t need to hear a novel of how much you like me, Luke”, you interrupted him.

“I know, but you deserve it”, he spoke softly and his lips turned into the classic Luke smile, which you found incredibly sweet.

“Save it for later”, you took a long look at those eyes that reminded you of the ocean and down to his pink and plump lips which you had dreamt of kissing for so long.

And then it happened. His lips were pressed against yours, making the time stop for a while. And his hands in your hair, tugging them slightly, not enough to hurt. Your fingers held the waistband of his pants. The way he moved his lips against yours was hungry, desperate, full of emotion he had never been able to release. It was electric, enough to make you release a little moan into his mouth.

“What the fuck is happening here?”, you heard all of the sudden and both of you turned to see none other than the Michael Clifford pressed against the door.

“And what the fuck are you doing in my apartment?”.

#luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings fanfic #luke 5sos #luke hemmings fluff #luke fanfiction #my writing #5sos fanfic #5sos imagine #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings x you

185 notes · View notes

teddy06writes · 9 months

Text

X Reader Fic Masterlist

Dead Poet Society:

General/Unit:

Charlie Daltons Annuel Dead Poets Holiday Party: Halloween Edition Diner Days Everything Falls Apart Study Session Repercussions Dating the Dead Poets HCs

Neil Perry:

Music of the Night Why'd I Guess the Ending? Anywhere... Just Not Home Happiness Here For You A Quiet Moment Everyone But You

Todd Anderson:

Favorite Poet Surprise Cuddle Sessions Friday Night Fun, Monday Meetings

Steven Meeks: Of Little Love Poems, Secret Admirers and Anonymous Notes

Charlie Dalton:

Friends to Lovers Hcs

Gerard Pitts: None yet

Richard Cameron: None yet

Knox Overstreet: None Yet

~~~

The Outsiders:

General/Unit:

Being the Fourth Curtis Brother HCs

Dallas Winston:

Never Fall In Love Again No Matter What Ghost Stories Late Nights By The Fire Oh How The Turn Tables People Watching

Sodapop Curtis:

Golden Too Old? Yeah Right! Meltdown Soda x theaterkid!reader

Two Bit Mathews:

I'll Try Too Old? Yeah Right! Spooky-est Place On Earth

Darry Curtis:

Pumpkin Spice Everything Hot Tea Heals The Soul Morning Routines

Johnny Cade:

Protective Cool, Calm, and Collected-- Until He Smiles

Steve Randle:

1955 Chevy Delray

Polyam Jally:

Take Me Back to the Night We Met

Polyam Dallypop:

I Told You It Was A Dumbass Plan

~~~

Top Gun: Maverick:

General/Unit:None Yet

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw: None Yet

Jake 'Hangman' Sersin: None Yet

Javy 'Coyote' Machado:None Yet

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace: None Yet

Robert 'Bob' Floyd: None Yet

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia: None Yet

Ruben 'Payback' Fitch: None Yet

Polyam Hangster: None Yet

Polyam Bobnix: None yet

~~~

The Bear:

Carmen Berzatto: None yet

Sydney Adamu: None Yet

Richie Jerimovich: None yet

Marcus: None Yet

~~~

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby:

Can't Sleep?

Arthur Shelby: None yet

John Shelby: None yet

Lizzie Stark/Shebly: None yet

Alfie Solomons:

Interrupted Date Nights Lost Words Win Win Much Ado About Nothing

Michael Gray: None Yet

~~~

Star Wars:

Cassian Andor:

Stubborn

Jyn Erso: None Yet

Polyam CassianxJyn: None yet

Bhodi Rook: None Yet

Din Djarin: None Yet

Han Solo: None Yet

~~~

Lord Of The Rings/The Hobbit:

The Fellowship: None Yet

The Company: None Yet

Aragorn: None Yet

Boromir: None yet

Legolas: None Yet

Gimli: None Yet

Frodo Baggins: None Yet

Samwise Gamgee:

Harmony

Pippin Took:None Yet:

Merry Brandybuck:None Yet

Faramir: None Yet

Eomer: None yet

Eowyn: None Yet

Bilbo Baggins: None yet

Thorin Oakenshield:None yet

Kili: None yet

Fili:None yet

Bofur: None yet

Bard Bowman: None yet

~~~

The Umbrella Academy:

General/Unit: None yet

Number Five Hargreeves: None yet

Klaus Hargreeves: None Yet

Diego Hargreeves: None yet

Allison Hargreeves: None Yet

Luther Hargreeves: None Yet

Viktor Hargreeves: None Yet

Lila Pitts: None Yet

~~~

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes: None yet

Sam Wilson: None yet

Natasha Romanoff: None yet

Loki: None Yet

Druig: None Yet

Makari: None yet

Sersi: None yet

~~~

The Breakfast Club:

General/Unit:

None yet

John Bender: None yet

Andrew Clarke: None Yet

Brian Johnson: None yet

Claire Standish: None yet

Allison Reynolds: None yet

~~~

More potentially to be added...

#teddy 06 #teddy06writes #Dead poets society x reader #The outsiders x reader #Top Gun x reader #The bear x reader #Peaky Blinders x reader #Star wars x reader #Lord of the rings x reader #the hobbit x reader #The umbrella academy x reader #Marvel x reader #the breakfast club x reader

123 notes · View notes

bellaireland1981 · 4 months

Text

1k Celebration! Summer Pool Party Playlist

Details:

I just hit 1000 followers!!! THANK YOU!!!! This is truly mind blowing and humbling and I am eternally grateful to all of you who follow, read my stories, interact and just like to geek out over these Top Gun hotties with me! I cannot even thank you enough for all of your support and encouragement. I have met so many incredible people on Tumblr and in this fandom. I know we recently hit some dark days but even in the not so great times, it’s important to remember that there are still awesome people here and it’s not all dark days. SO…. to celebrate this milestone and to hopefully bring back some fun, happy, bright, and sunny days…. I am hosting a Summer Pool Party Writing Challenge! Let’s kick off summer with our favorite aviators!

Rules:

You can sign up for as many Songs as you’d like!

Message me with your song choice and who you’re writing for!- I will update the list so everyone knows what’s still available!

18+ Only! Minors DNI

You can submit for a series, one shots, mood boards, drabbles, etc… The point is to HAVE FUN!

Must be appropriately labeled (Smut, Angst, warnings, Fluff….etc)

HAS to include SONG in some shape or form (i.e. in the title, included in the story, lyrics in the story, etc.)

General:

Your creations are due by July 31, 2024! Tag me @bellaireland1981 and #1kPoolPartyPlaylist in your work so that I add your link to the Challenge Page!

Playlist: (Note: If you have another summer/pool party themed song in mind that isn’t on the list– message me! We can add it)

Walking on Sunshine- Katrina & The Waves

Margaritaville- Jimmy Buffet

Dance the Night- Dua Lipa

I Don’t Want This Night to End- Luke Bryan

Summer- Calvin Harris

Party in the USA- Miley Cyrus

I Wanna Dance With Somebody- Whitney Houston

One Margarita- Luke Bryan

Southbound- Carrie Underwood

I Ain’t Worried- OneRepublic

The Sound of Sunshine Going Down- Michael Frani and Spearhead

Made You Look- Meghan Trainer

Summer Days- Martin Garrix - ( @bellaireland1981 - Bradley x Reader)

Shut up and Dance- Walk the Moon

Summer Love- Justin Timberlake

I Was Made for Loving You- Oliver Heldens

Can’t Stop This Feeling- Justin Timberlake

Let’s Get Loud- Jennifer Lopez

Addicted to You- Shakira

1999- Prince

House Party- Sam Hunt

Hot Stuff- Donna Summer

Good Vibrations- Beach Boys

Love Shack- B52’s

Cake by the Ocean- DNCE

Sweet Home Alabama- Lynyrd Skynyrd

Dancing Queen- ABBA

Heat Waves- Glass Animals

Toes- Zac Brown Band

Summer Girls- LFO

Under the Boardwalk- The Drifters

California Gurls- Katy Perry - ( @startrekfangirl2233 Phoenix x Reader)

Kokomo- The Beach Boys

Watermelon Sugar- Harry Styles

Cruel Summer- Taylor Swift

Hot Fun in the Summertime- Sly and the Family Stone

Summertime Blues- Alan Jackson

(Sittin’ on) The Dock of the Bay- Otis Redding

Summer in the City- The Lovin’ Spoonful

Hot in Here- Nelly

When the Sun Goes Down- Kenny Chesney and Uncle Cracker

I Don't Know About You- Chris Lane

Let's Have a Pool Party!!!!!!

#1kPoolPartyPlaylist #bellaireland writes #top gun fanfiction #miles teller #glen powell #jake hangman seresin

19 notes · View notes

moon-kn1ght · 3 years

Text

a dance.

pairing: michael perry x gn!reader word count: 2.4k warnings: explicit (18+), young!michael (during his tfa days), bisexual!michael, domme!reader, k1nk negotiation, hook up, m!receiving oral, heavy use of ‘good boy,’ no y/n, an-l play, a/n: this is my gift to @acedameron for @iflostreturntobudcooper's oscar isaac holiday fic exchange! surprise!! I was your holiday elf !! ! ! ! i hope you enjoy this jaunt into young michael’s formative sexual experiences. (if you squint you’ll catch similar things from my nathan anal play, i’m sorry, i only know how to describe a bj in so many ways). i hope this fic brings you joy this holiday season.

masterlist

His eyes catch yours across the room. Big, brown eyes, with something that could be mistaken for innocence shining deep inside. You smile at him and he breaks eye contact to look at the floor. It's not a move to be rude, in fact it feels quite polite. (It’s not about being caught staring -- it’s the move you make to test if when you look back up, they’re still looking). And you are. You flash another smile and turn back to your friends.

You catch his eye again when you’re moving through the crowd on the way to the restroom. It takes everything in you not to wink at him, because that would probably be too much. Instead, you quirk your eyebrow and he smiles in return. In that nonverbal cue you are saying, if you want this, come here.

This is the most advanced level of flirting -- no words exchanged yet you are gauging everything about him through a delicate dance of looks and smiles.

He listens. He follows. A quirk of brow, a flash of teeth. You know already that he’s going to be such a sweet boy in your bed.

He finds you later. He sidles up next to you, leaning in closer than a true stranger ought to to be heard over the din of the crowd. “I noticed you.”

“Is that so?”

“I know you know,” his eyes still sparkle, even at close range. He’s sure of himself. Perfect, you think. “And I have a strong sense that you are feeling the same things as me.”

You can’t help but let a smile break across your face, he’s just so enthusiastic. You let him question you for your name, what you do.

“I’m Michael,” he offers in return, “I’m a teacher.”

“What do you teach?”

“Freshman Algebra.”

“For how long?”

“This is actually my first year. I’m in Teach for America.”

It takes you a moment to process this information. You do so with a quiet hmm. Then it hits --“Oh. So how old are you Michael? 22?”-- That explains the something-that-could-be-mistake-for-innocence you saw in him across the room.

His nose scrunches up (in what some might call indignation). “In fact, I am 23 years old.”

He starts to let out a nervous chuckle but he stops when he catches you running your tongue over your lips and looking him up and down.

He swallows. You nibble at the edge of your lip. He stares at your mouth. You watch his throat as he swallows.

“Oh for sure, Mr. Perry, you’re practically geriatric.”

This gets a full chuckle out of him. Looking back at his eyes, you can finally pinpoint what exactly that something was that you saw across the room -- it’s youth (and maybe some verve).

Conversation flows well between the two of you -- just like the volley of eye contact and smiles across the room, now it is a dance of quips and punchlines.

Downstream, it runs into a question of, “Can I make an assumption about you?” from Michael.

You raise your eyebrow at this and tilt your head in thought, “I’ll allow it,” you concede, “but remember, Mr. Perry, the door is right there and I have no reason not to walk through it if you offend me.”

“I promise I won’t,” he parries, “Scout’s honor.” (With which he makes an amalgamation of the sign of the cross and the Boy Scout hand sign).

“My assumption is--” he continues after a brief pause, “-- Is that you’re the kind of woman that a guy will think about for the rest of his life. Maybe this is just my youth talking, but I think I’m never going to forget about you. I’m enthralled.”

He is perfect, you think. You give him a little smirk and lean in close, “You’re very intuitive, Michael.”

You can see the goosebumps on his skin. It’s warm in the crowded room but where your words brush against his skin mark the area with little bumps. He isn’t lying about being enthralled.

“I can promise to make this a night you will never forget, if you promise to trust me. I’ll push your boundaries a little, but I’ll keep you safe. Does that sound good Michael?”

(You’re practically whispering in his ear right now, but if you could see his eyes, they’d be fully blown with the intoxicating lure of your words).

“Yes, yes I’d very much like that.”

You press your lips to right under his ear, “Good boy,” you whisper.

Michael Perry practically melts into the floorboards. “Awww, look how flustered you are -- I’ll make sure that continues.”

Inside the walls of your apartment, you quickly have your new plaything pinned against the wall. Caged in, he is at your mercy (though one could say the whole night he has been enraptured by your words and aura, your thrall).

“When I ask you a question, it’s never rhetorical, I always expect a response. Does this make sense?”

Michael nods his head in the affirmative.

“And that reminds me, as long as you are able, I want your responses to be verbal,” you correct yourself, “Can you do that for me Michael?”

Your bodies are mere inches apart, but you are controlling yourself, not really touching him until he agrees and understands your guidelines. But you break a little, allowing yourself to run your thumb along his jawline. He [practically melts] into your hand. His eyes flutter closed and he leans into your touch, purring a “Yes” in response to your previous question.

“Mmm,” you coo, “Good boy.” Your words cause a shiver to run down his spine. He is truly perfect, you think to yourself.

“One more thing,” you say, waiting for him to return eye contact.

“Have you ever used the traffic light system before?”

“Yes, I had a boyfriend in college who was experimental.”

“Okay, Michael, you’re full of surprises,” you smile, “So you know red, yellow, and green -- I have one more: blue. Blue means you want more. It’s different from green because that just means that you’re good, blue means you want to go further. Do you think that will work?”

“Yes, umm-,” Michael stutters, “I uh, I have a question?”

“Ask away.”

“What can I call you? -- My ex, he uh--, he had me call him Sir or Daddy when we were playing.”

“Good question, thank you. Gender is a construct and I’m fine with you calling me whatever strikes you in the moment -- Sir, Ma’am, daddy, mistress, or even just my name -- as long as you use your manners. Is that okay with you Michael?”

“Yes, yes ma’am.”

“Mmmm that one has a very nice ring to it.”

Your eyes trace over his body. He’s got a nice one, even over his clothes, you can tell that his abs are firm but not too toned, his arms are strong, not overly remarkable. He’s got a nice medium build. But straining against his pants looks to be a more remarkable cock that you can’t wait to get your hands on.

“So Michael, you’ve been such a good boy. So patient. So responsive as I’ve explained these rules to you.” You trace your fingertip from his chin, down the side of his neck. It’s painfully slow, even for you. You’re playing and the games have just begun. “Do you think you deserve a reward? Do you think I should really touch you now?”

Michael swallows heavy, and you feel his throat bob under your fingertip.

“Yes,” he breathes, “Ma’am, I think I do deserve that.”

You purr out a hmm as you let your finger trace lower. “And where should I touch you Michael?” Your finger grazes over one of his pecs. “Would you like me to play with your nipples?” You give his nipple a slight tweak and he lets out a little whimper. So cute.

“Or is there something else that’s begging for my attention?”

Michael swallows hard again, willing himself to speak without stuttering. “Um, ma’am. I would really like for you to touch my cock.”

Oh. You smile at his honesty.

“And why should I do that? Why should I touch your cock?” You’re playing with him. This is all part of your game. This is why he’s never going to forget this night.

He grits his teeth and makes eye contact with you again. His brown eyes still sparkle even though they are blown with arousal. “I think you should touch my cock because I’ve been a very good boy.”

You could nearly explode with pleasure. You let your whole hand slide down and grasp his cock from over his pants. He feels hot and needy, you can only imagine what a sorry state his dick is in -- all red and swollen at this point from your teasing.

He almost jumps out of his skin with the sensation of your hand on him. His breathing? Ragged and shallow. Absolutely wonderful. A desperate moan escapes his lips.

“Do you like that?” you tease while rubbing him over his pants. “Is that all you needed?”

“Mmmm--yeah, yes ma’am,” words tumble from his mouth, “Please, can I have more?”

“You’re so sweet, you’ve got the manners thing down. Take your clothes off and sit on my bed.”

“Yes, thank you,” and it’s almost like he snaps out of a trance and into motion. Michael strips quicker than you thought he could move. You remove some outer layers of clothes -- jacket, shoes, and unbutton your shirt when he’s already sitting on the edge of your bed.

His cock is fully erect and bobbing next to his stomach. He seems to have lost a little of the coherence he had in taking off his clothes -- now not woozy, but out of it in some way. Baby was made for following directions.

“Give me a color sweetheart.”

“Blue,” he quickly locks in with eye contact.

“Good boy.”

Those words still send a shiver down his spine.

“I was thinking,” you continue, “That you’ve been very good. Maybe good enough that you deserve my mouth on your cock. Do you think so?”

“F--fuck yes, yes ma’am. I’d love that.”

Kneeling down, you press your hands against his thighs and he instinctively leans into your touch. A desperate moan slips past his lips when you lick a thick stripe up the bottom of his cock. Your tongue traces across each tender vein before you pop the sensitive head into your mouth fully. He leaks pre-cum into your mouth. With a throaty moan, you push yourself further down his cock.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his hands bunching into the sheets on your bed. An anguished attempt to keep some hold on his reality.

You bring Michael further into your throat, (and maybe deeper than he’s ever had before, sensing from his ragged breaths).

You come up for air with a pop off the head of his cock, “Sweet boy, do you want to come in my mouth?”

Michael practically chokes on his own breath but answers with a stuttered, “Yes please.”

“I’ll make that happen,” you say as you rise from your knees, “But first…” You lean in close to Michael’s face and for the first time tonight, you kiss him.

Michael Perry is, by all standards, a great kisser. He meets your lips, hungry for contact. He wants to devour whatever you’ll grant him. And the hottest part? As he tastes himself in your mouth, it only makes him more feral.

Before he can work himself up by rubbing on your leg (which could prematurely ruin both of your fun for this evening), you direct him to stop. “Open your mouth Michael.”

You stand over him, he’s still sitting on the edge of your bed. A sheen of sweat covers his body. His curls are disheveled. He looks wrecked, but oh so pretty.

“You look so pretty like this Michael? Has anyone ever told you how pretty you look when you’re desperate to cum?”

Breaking your own rule, you don’t wait for a response, instead you place two fingers against his tongue and order him to suck them.

It’s the perfect scenario to break your own rule, because Michael, oh so obedient, still tries to answer your question with his mouth wrapped around your fingers. He gives you a mumble in the affirmative while wrapping his velvet tongue around your digits.

Eventually you pull your fingers away and move back to your knees. This time, however, you place the newly moistened digits against his asshole.

“Can I play with your ass baby?” (Real question this time).

“Please!” he practically shouts.

As you work down his cock with your mouth, your fingers press into that tight ring of muscle. Slowly, he allows your fingers inside his ass as you suck his cock. His moans become more fervent with these additional sensations. You pick up the pace as you crook your fingers to apply pressure against his prostate.

You could feel his orgasm approaching swiftly so you back your head off to catch his seed in your mouth. You drink every last drop that he gives you, licking the sensitive head of his cock until he whimpers.

You push him back against the bed and he looks spent. “Oh, you were so good for me baby,” you coo as you pull his head into your lap. “Such a sweet boy.”

Thoughts slowly begin to return to Michael’s head and he looks up at you, “Please, let me do something for you now.”

“Don’t worry Michael, we’re going to have plenty of time for that, the night’s just beginning.”

Michael makes a sound that could be most likened to a giggle. Adorable. Your hand has been stroking his face as he came down from his orgasm and in your surprise at his sound, he takes the chance to pop your thumb back into his mouth, sucking lightly on it.

“Oh!” you smile, “Does this sweet boy have an oral fixation? I’m sure we can make good use of that.”

#michael perry x reader #oscar holiday fic exchange #michael perry x gn!reader #won't back down #won't back down fanfiction #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac #di writes

79 notes · View notes

leiakenobi · 2 years

Note

I humbly request 46: “i’ve had a terrible day at work so just kiss me” with either Santi or Michael - whatever flows 💕

This has been sitting in my drafts as a sorta half-conceptualized headcanon for ages, so finally I decided to just jot it down as a short little headcanon/drabble-y thing. Fairly heavy on the music references because this is me (and Michael Perry).

Clocks in at 425 words with a gender-neutral reader, mostly hurt/comfort because again, this is me.

——

It’s not uncommon for Michael to be blasting ‘80s dance music when you get home.

Disco, sometimes, too, to mix it up, or the occasional ditty from the boy band craze of the late ‘90s and early 2000s, but ‘80s dance music most of all. You get off a long day of work and there’s Michael in the kitchen, singing along to Madonna or Wham! or Talking Heads while he chops vegetables or preps meat or stirs whatever pasta or soup he’s preparing on a given night.

And you smile, then. You lean in and kiss his cheek and ask, “Did you have a good day?” even though you already know the answer.

Yeah, he did. He had a great day. Enough that he will hold a wooden spoon and sing “Material Girl” into it with the same degree of enthusiasm and commitment which Michael injects into everything, and by the end of the song you will be smiling and laughing and singing along with him.

He’s not listening to “Material Girl” tonight, or anything else comparably up-beat. Instead, you hear a subdued strumming of guitar and a relatively low vocal as you shed your coat, your shoes, and discard your work bag near the door. You hear him singing, too, when you meander into the kitchen; you stroll across the tile and hum along with him, but Michael doesn’t stop his chopping to turn around.

Instead, it’s not until you wind your arms around his waist and tuck your face into his back that he makes any indication of processing that you’re there. That’s when he’ll stop singing to inhale and say, “Hey.”

You don’t say hello. You just murmur, “A Radiohead kind of day?”

Michael hums.

“Wanna talk about it?”

And he laughs softly, his hand smoothing over yours at his stomach. “Honestly, I’ve had a terrible day at work, so would you just kiss me?”

Just kiss him?

Any time. Always. And softly, out loud, you say, “Of course.”

It may not be the same upbeat Michael that has you laughing and dancing to Madonna or Cher while your stomach is growling, but you like the way he kisses you while OK Computer is on. You like feeling his posture soften in your arms and his mouth grow more pliant against yours.

He kisses you where your neck meets your ear and murmurs, “Thank you,” and then he puts on Dolly Parton’s “Lovin’ You” with a shameless little grin.

You almost like Radiohead nights, because you know Dolly will come close behind.

#marvelousmermaid #michael perry x reader #michael perry x you #fanfic #my fic #created

25 notes · View notes

brandyllyn · 3 years

Text

Oh Santa

Michael Perry x f!reader

Summary: Had a crush on Santa since I was nine years old, but oh Santa why do you go? Words: 1k

My Masterlist

Rated: T. Warnings: Innuendo. Fluff.

(Based loosely on the song Christmas Crush by Home Grown)

Okay, so, this wasn’t what you were expecting.

"Have you been nice or naughty?"

"What are you wearing?" you asked incredulously, tightening the belt on your robe.

The man at your door pulled his beard down with a grin and winked, "You like it?"

Did you… Michael was dressed as Santa. Red suit with white fur trim, black boots and belt, a hat, even the bushy white beard that fell halfway down his chest. He’d shoved at least one pillow in the waist and was dragging a green velvet bag of God only knew what.

"I’m not sure like is the word I’m looking for."

Hesitation entered his eyes and he glanced down. "I thought… I mean…"

"Come in," you reached out, pulling on his arm and dragging him into the apartment before any of your neighbors saw him. Once inside he dropped the bag and folded his hands across his big belly. One of his couch pillows you’d guess, or one from the bed. "Now… explain."

"I saw your…" he reached up and pulled the hat off, running a hand through dark hair entirely at odds with his white beard. "When we were organizing all your photos and stuff, there was a letter."

"A letter?"

"A poem?" he offered. "And I thought… I mean… sure, why not?"

You pressed your finger and thumb to the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath. "Why not what?"

"Fulfill your fantasy."

Your jaw dropped and Michael shifted from foot to foot. You didn’t want to laugh at him but how often did a fully grown adult man show up at your door dressed as Santa Claus? You took a deep breath. He thought he was doing something nice for you, however ludicrous, and you wanted to encourage that. You weren’t going to laugh at him.

You weren’t. Especially not since… "Let’s start over, you found a poem. In with my photos?"

"Yeah."

"And it said what, exactly?"

Michael fumbled in his pockets and pulled his phone out, scrolling through it for a minute. "I took a photo," he explained and then made an aha noise.

Had a crush on Santa since I was nine years old, but oh Santa, why do you go? Once a year you come visit me, eat my cookies, leave presents, the same old routine - but now Santa, I want a bit more. No presents aren’t what this girl’s asking for. Santa sleep with me tonight.

He finished his recitation with a small flourish, holding the phone out to show you. "I mean, it’s a little kinky but you did that Princess Leia thing for me at Halloween so I figured…" he trailed off with a shrug as you took the phone.

You studied the screen with raised eyebrows. It was your handwriting. But Santa had never been on your list, not like that. Indiana Jones maybe. Or that guy from Jurassic Park. But not-

"Oh my God," your hand flew up to cover your mouth and your eyes widened so far you could feel them straining "Oh. My. God."

Michael took his phone back, "So I take it I missed the 'fool around with Santa' window? You’ve moved on to the Easter Bunny?"

You punched him lightly in his big fake stomach. "No, you jerk. That was a parody I wrote in college. For a Christmas album."

"Parody?"

"Yeah, it was this charity thing, I didn’t even know that was still around." You looked him over. "You really thought I had a thing for Santa?"

"Well when you say it like that," he pulled the beard off and tossed it on the kitchen table, "it seems silly."

You cuddled up to him, pulling him by his belt against you. "You thought I wanted to rub myself all over this belly like jelly?"

"Don’t rhyme," he pointed at you with a scowl, "you know how that turns me on."

"Oooh Mr. Kringle," you cooed, stroking a hand down to his pants, "do your bells jingle?"

He snorted a laugh and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you into a tender kiss. "You’re never going to let me live this down are you?"

"So here’s the thing," you said as you took a step away and played with the belt on your robe, "I kind of had the same idea."

Michael’s eyebrows flew up. "You spent two hundred dollars on a Santa costume rental too?"

"Two hundred-" you spluttered and then cut yourself off. "You know what? I’m going to file this under sweet and not ridiculous. And no I didn’t, because I don’t love you as much as you love me."

"That’s true," he said with a nod, shifting to sit on the arm of your couch. You glared but he only smirked at you in return. You knew how to wipe that off his face though, and with no fanfare you slipped your robe off and tossed it to the side.

Michael short-circuited. "Holy shit."

Placing a hand on your waist you cocked your hip to the side. The white pompoms attached to your panties swayed slightly and you took a deep breath, pushing your breasts up even further into the red satin corset with white fur trim.

"Great minds think alike."

"You win," Michael immediately blurted out, reaching a hand out and tapping one of the pompoms. "Yours is better."

"Is it?" You stepped into his space, resting your forearms on his shoulders and smiling down at him. "You want to put your paws on Mrs. Claus?"

He snorted, hands squeezing your middle. "What did I say about rhyming?"

"Tell me St. Nick, can I suck your-?"

He tackled you down to the couch, turning so you landed squished between the cushions and whatever he’d stuffed his coat with. He tickled your sides and you tried to squirm away, laughing and pushing uselessly at his shoulders. He let up after a minute, propping his arms by your head and giving you a wide grin.

"You never answered me."

You nuzzled under his jaw. "About what?"

"Have you been nice? Or naughty."

Tagging my giftee @shakespeareanwannabe and the lovely @iflostreturntobudcooper

#michael perry #michael perry x reader #michael perry x f!reader #won't back down imagine #michael perry imagine #oscar holiday fic exchange

65 notes · View notes

freelancearsonist · 3 years

Note

Would you be up for a soulmate au with my newest obsession Michael Perry? Because it would be super cute with 19 I think

oh wait i love this 😭 i hope you enjoy 🥺💛

#19: You have the date that you’ll meet your soulmate tattooed somewhere on your body.

When you’re little, it feels like you have an eternity to wait.

You decide that since fate is in control of your destiny, you’ll end up exactly where you need to be when you need to be.

So, you really let loose in college.

You know that actions have consequences, but you never consider your daughter the consequence of a bad decision. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you, even if she came at a bad time in your life.

She came at the right time. She gave you a reason to get your act together.

You love home with her, both to be close to your grandparents and to give her a nicer place to grow up. You want to give her everything you possibly can.

So, for the first ten years of her life, you kind of ignore the date on your ankle. Because fate will lead you to be where you need to be, when you need to be there.

And it does.

Parent teacher conferences have never been your favorite thing, but your daughter is so excited about her teacher this year that you’re actually kind of looking forward to meeting the guy. You want to see what all the hype is about.

And boy, do you understand what the hype is about when you enter the classroom after work that night and see Mr. Perry bent over a filing cabinet.

You almost choke on your own tongue—his ass is gorgeous and you really shouldn’t be objectifying your daughter’s teacher but—

“Ow!”

You yelp at the same time he does, both of you reaching for your left ankle. It felt like a shock of electricity through your entire body, and it takes you a long moment to realize what it means.

Michael is already three steps ahead of you—he’s been waiting for this day his entire life.

“Wow. Hi,” he gasps as he stands up straight. “I… I’m Michael. Your… soulmate?”

“My soulmate,” you echo before introducing yourself.

In all honesty, you had been too busy getting ready for work this morning to look at the date on your ankle in the shower. So of course it would be today. And of all the people who would be your soulmate, it’s your daughter’s favorite teacher. Fate has a funny way of operating.

“I’ve been counting down the days until I’d meet you,” he admits with a wide grin. “I… you’re even more beautiful than I dreamed.”

You really hope he can’t see the way your face heats to a boil at his words.

“My, uh… my daughter’s in your class.”

You don’t mean to sound so guarded. In all honesty, you’d almost forgotten about your soulmate. And now, finding him here and now, and he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen? It almost doesn’t feel real.

His face falls a little bit at your statement. “Oh god. I… I’m sorry. I should’ve asked if you were with someone, I…”

You instantly feel guilty for giving him the impression that you don’t want this, because this is everything you want. You’re just more than a little scared to open yourself up after keeping yourself walled up for the eleven years that you’ve had your daughter.

But you don’t need to be guarded with him, you realize. His soul is the other half of yours. You’re two sides of the same coin. You’re meant to be with him.

“No!” You quickly counter. “No, I… I’m sorry. I’m not seeing anyone. It’s just me and her.”

He allows him to smile a little bit at that. “Shes one of my favorite students, your daughter. I’m not just saying that, either. She’s so engaged and smart. I knew she had to have one hell of a mom.”

Your face heats again, especially when he takes your hand. “You’re actually my last appointment of the night if you want to get dinner? As long as you don’t have anything else going on.”

You can’t help smiling at his earnest kindness. “I’d really like that, Michael.”

soulmate au prompt list

#clarke drabbles #michael perry x reader #michael perry drabble #michael perry x you #michael perry x y/n #michael perry imagine #michael perry fanfiction #won’t back down imagine #won’t back down fanfiction

26 notes · View notes

imthebadguyyy · 3 years

Text

Bubble Baths

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton X Reader (girlband!fem) (littlemix!reader x lewis)

Fandom - F1

Theme - It's been a stressful day, and your lover is there to make it better.

Another long day at a meeting with the girls had you tired and desperate for some serious relaxation. It had been a rough couple of weeks, since Jesy had announced that she was leaving, and the tabloids had begun to publish all sorts of rumors and stories about you girls. It had taken a toll on all of you, and it had never fully hit you how much you relied on each other until you were talking to each other every night to deal with the mess that was the tabloids. This particular meeting had been rough, as your managers brought up a certain article that had written that you girls had fought with Jesy and she had left, which had been the last straw for you.

That how you found yourself in the conference room of your management building, tears of frustration streaming down your cheeks as Perrie squeezed your hand that was enclosed within her palms, as Leigh-Anne rested her hand on your thigh, eyes shining with tears. Jade was sat opposite, jaw clenched and eyes focused on a spot on the wall behind your manager's head.

"And that's all for today girls. I know its tough, but.. all I can say is I'm sorry" Sam (your manager) said, pity filled eyes sweeping over the 4 faces in front of her, and the sadness and tiredness that seemed to hang over them like a cloud since the announcement. "Thanks Sam. We'll be fine" Jade said, in a voice that sounded nothing like her usual soft, chirpy voice, while Leigh Anne flashed her a tight lipped smile and Perrie nodded. You couldn't even look at her, vision clouded and head heavy with exhaustion.

As soon as everyone left the room, Jade was up, and walked over to the the side of the room where you guys where, settling down onto a chair next to Perrie with a sigh. "That was one hell of a meeting, right?" Perrie said, trying to ease the tension in the room. "One hell of a meeting sums it up" Leigh Anne said, rubbing her temples. "You okay babe?" Jade asked, looking at you with concern in her warm brown eyes. "I'm just exhausted, and sleepy. I just want to go home" you replied, voice cracking on the final word. "Oh hun, I know" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to wrap your body in a hug. Perrie joined in too, resting her head on top of yours, as Jade moved to Leigh Anne, to rest her head on her shoulder.

"As lovely as this is, I think I'll head home now" you said, exhaustion detectable with each syllable that left your mouth, and the girls nodded understandingly." I think we should all go home and rest, and come back tomorrow feeling refreshed" Leigh Anne said, standing up and reaching for her handbag, and picking up her car keys. Slowly, the 4 of you left the room to make your way back home

~♡~ (lewis, Y/N)

Bubs - Are you on your way home ?

You - Yeah, the meeting just got over

Bubs - Good. Want me to run a bath, love?

You - Yes please.

Bubs - Alright then, I'll see you soon. Love you ❤❤

You - Love you ❤❤

~♡~

After what felt like an hour of driving, the sight of your home was pleasant enough to etch a smile onto your face. You couldn't wait to see Lewis and Roscoe and Luna, your bichon frise even though you had seen them before leaving for the meeting. The thought of relaxing in a bath was lovely, and you hurriedly parked your car, and ran up to the door. To say you had a big house was an understatement, but since you always had family members or friends or meetings going on at your house, you weren't complaining. As you unlocked the door with your keys, the sound of pawsteps became more and more prominent, and soon Roscoe's body appeared in the hallway, tail wagging as he saw you standing near the door.

Bending down, you scratched his ears and cuddled him, before taking off your shoes and coat, and walking in to find your boyfriend. Roscoe trotted along behind you, close to your feet, happy to have you back after 5 whole hours. That was a long time in doggyland ! "Luna! Come here girl!" You called, trying to find the pooch, and in reply, you received a little "wuff" from the kitchen. Smiling, the two of you walked into the kitchen, where Luna was sat near Lewis's feet, with her bowl near her paws. Lewis was pouring out some wine into glasses on a tray, and was talking to the doggo sat beside. He looked up as you entered, eyes lighting up immediately.

"Hi baby, I missed you"

"I missed you too"

Bending down, he pressed his lips to yours, as you melted into the kiss, hands coming up to hold his jaw, as your thumbs ran along his cheekbone. He rested his palm on your waist, fingers splayed out and tracing a pattern, as his other hand reached up to caress your face. Pulling away, you rested your head on his chest, eyes shutting as the exhaustion seemed to creep back into your body, and you wrapped your arms around him to keep steady. "Long day?" "You wouldn't believe it" "I ran you a bath" he mumbled, lips tracing the outer shell of your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. "Thank you bubs" "Come on, it'll get cold"

Pulling away softly, you turned towards the door, turning to look at Lewis. "I'm coming, go on" Nodding your head softly, you slowly made your way up the stairs,until you reached the door of the master bedroom you shared. It was a big room, and it had an adjoining bathroom that overlooked a vineyard surrounding your property. It was beautiful, especially at this time of day. Walking into the bathroom, you shed your clothes and dropped them into the laundry basket, and pulled on a bathrobe. The bathtub was full, and Lewis had evidently gone all out for a romantic bath.

There were scented candles on the table you had across the tub, and on the floor, with rose petals floating in the tub. The bubbles had bubbled up as well, forming a little bubble hill. There was a wine cooler on the table as well, which was currently empty. As you took in the sight, Lewis came into the bathroom as well, a bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild in his hands, on a tray with two wine glasses. Smiling at you, he put the bottle into the cooler, and set the tray onto the table, stripping off his clothes once he was done. Your eyes ran along his body, the tattoos coming into view one by one, his heavily toned body a sight for sore eyes. "As much as I love the way your looking at me, its not fair that only I get naked" he said, looking at you with a smirk. "Shut up, its not my fault you're built like a damn Greek God" you replied, untying your robe and letting it fall to the floor.

You didn't miss the way his eyes darkened slightly, eyes running along your body, lingering on your curves a second longer than necessary, trailing down to your stomach, thighs, and your legs. "Whose looking at who now?" You said ,smirking back at him. He simply rolled his eyes at you, before walking over to the table to pour wine into both glasses, and then, he climbed into the tub. As his body disappeared momentarily under the bubbles, you couldn't help but whine, losing temporary sight of his toned body. Lewis laughed and shook his head, motioning for you to join him

Picking up your glass as well, you stepped into the tub, propping your feet up on the end of the tub, while your back pressed against his chest. His leg intertwined with yours, as he pressed a kiss to your head, and his free hand rested on yours, fingers interlacing at once, as he played a song on his playlist, on the speakers in the bathroom.

~♡~

As the warm water washed over your body, a sense of calm and relaxation sunk into you, as you let your head drop down onto Lewis's shoulder. Taking a sip of his wine, Lewis set his glass down on the floor, so both of his hands were free, and pressed his hands to your shoulders, squeezing down on them. He massaged your shoulders, trying to relieve the tension from your body, as you visibly relaxed against him. His hands trailed down towards your back, kneading away the knots, as you let out a soft moan at the feeling. "Feeling better baby?" He asked, dropping a kiss onto your neck. "Mmhmm" you replied basking in the relief.

As his hands trailed down towards your back, his lips explored a different path. He pressed them back to your neck, kissing different parts of your neck, until he found a pulse point. He sucked softly, and then suddenly bit down on the skin, while his tongue ran over the spot, soothing the bite. He sucked the spot until a mark appeared onto your skin, a purple mark you'd have to conceal before work tomorrow. His hands moved up from your back to caress your neck, before pressing down slightly, his thumb pressing the spot where he had given you a hickey.

His hands traveled further, ghosting over your collarbone, causing goosebumps to break across your body, before he caressed your chest, and cupped your bare torso. Shifting so he had better access to your front, he kissed down your chest, to the valley between your breasts, and then down to your stomach. He pushed his tongue out on your tummy, swirling patterns onto the skin. You couldn't help but release a moan again, hand reaching down to cup his jaw and lead him up to your face level, pressing your mouth to his in a open mouthed kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, one hand reaching to find your hand, and interlace your fingers once again, as Heaven by Julia Michaels played in the background.

Breaking away to catch your breath, you leaned back against his chest, panting softly with the tension that had built in the past 10 minutes. "I love you" you whispered, looking into his eyes, seeing the love you felt for him mirrored in his own eyes, as they swept your face, before his lips formed the same words and were pressed to yours again. This was bliss.

This was what you wanted, for the rest of your life. Someone who would be there for you on the rough days. Someone who would be there on the bad days, and love you through them. Someone who would kiss away the pain, and love you through it all. And as the song switched to 'Hero' by Enrique Iglesias, Lewis kissed you one more time, and let your body relax against his once again, fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin, yours tracing the various tattoos that were splayed along his body.

~♡~

A/N - ngl, this might be my favourite fic ever 🥺

Thank you so much for reading ❤❤

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagines #f1 imagines #lewis hamilton smut #f1 2021 #littlemix #littlemix!reader #perrie edwards #leighanne pinnock #jade thirlwall #enrique iglesias #julia michaels #Spotify #imthebadguyyyfics

349 notes · View notes

steve-harringtons-lover · 3 years

Text

Masterlist!

Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era):

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Cho Chang

Lavender Brown

Ginny Weasley

Tonks

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Cedric Diggory

Fleur Delacor

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Older Colin Creevey

Padma Patil

Parvati Patil

Harry Potter (Marauders Era):

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Sirius Black

Peter Pettigrew

Regulus Black

Lily Potter

Scream(1996):

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Poly!Ghostface

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Randy Meeks

The Outsiders:

Johnny Cade

Ponyboy

Dally

Soda

Darry

Two-Bit

Steve

Diary of a Wimpy Kid:

Rodrick Heffley

Dead Poets Society:

Neil Perry

Charlie Dalton

Todd Anderson

Steven Meeks

Chris

Pittsie

Knox

Cameron

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

John B. Rutledge

Kiara Carrera

Pope Hayward

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Steve Harrington

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Eleven (Jane)

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

The Mighty Ducks:

Charlie Conway

Adam Banks

Jesse Hall

Greg Goldberg

Connie Moreau

Guy Germaine

Julie Gaffney

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Luis Mendoza

Dwayne Robertson

Ken Wu

Russ Tyler

Lester Averman

Community:

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Britta Perry

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

That '90s Show:

Leia Forman

Jay Nelson

Nate

Gwen Rnuck

Ozzie

Niki

That 70s Show:

Eric Forman

Donna Pinciotti

Jackie Burkhart

Steven Hyde

Fez

Michael Kelso

Dazed and Confused:

Randall 'Pink' Floyd

Don Dawson

Slater

Kevin Pick ford

Michelle

Mitch Kramer

____ _ _ _

I will write Character x OC and Character x Reader

I will NOT write going to 'paris' with the Weasley twins or SMUT

Requests can be made on my page

Please be kind<33

125 notes · View notes

santiagogarcia · 3 years

Photo

So I’m trying a new (hopefully weekly) thing where I share a roundup of fics I’ve enjoyed over the last 7 days, to show my support and appreciation for the many talented writers on this site 💖 I’m mostly active in Oscar Isaac fandom, but I rec Pedro Pascal fics from time to time. Hope you enjoy these as much as I do!

A Good Man* by @wyn-n-tonic Santiago Garcia x F!Reader

A Stalwart Gem* by @youvebeenlivingfictional Leto Atreides x Reader

Dancing in the Kitchen by @zoriis Michael Perry x Reader

Desperate* by @leto-duke William Tell x F!Reader

Forbearance* by @pumpkin-stars William Tell x AFAB!Reader

Goodbye, Nerd by @honeymandos Nathan Bateman x F!Reader

Life Itself* by @writefightandflightclub Santiago Garcia x GN!Reader

Marks by @letoatreiides Leto Atreides x F!Reader

The Weightlessness of Safety by @lightsinthedistancee Poe Dameron x Reader

Trouble* by @leto-duke William Tell x Reader

* Marked as explicit/18+ and/or containing smut by the authors, other warnings may apply. Note that blogs may be 18+ irrespective of fic content. Minors dni.

#fic rec friday #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac fandom #oscar isaac fanfiction

56 notes · View notes

classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

Text

Masterlist

A list of my old writing that you can request I revise

Song Prompts

Meeting and Dating Headcanons~

Pretty in Pink

Andie Walsh

Duckie Dale

Blane McDonagh

Steff McKee

Sixteen Candles

Jake Ryan

The Lost Boys

Paul

Dwayne

Poly Lost Boys

Edgar Frog

The Breakfast Club

Brian Johnson

John Bender

Andrew Clark

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Dallas Winston

Two-Bit Mathews

Rumblefish

Steve Hays

Ferris Buellers Day Off

Cameron Frye

Karate Kid

Daniel Larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Dutch

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Jason Dean

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Jeff Spicoli

Brad Hamilton

Better Off Dead

Lane Meyer

Weird Science

Gary Wallace

Wyatt Donnelly

Dream A Little Dream

Dinger Holfield

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Dating Poly Bill and Ted

The Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya

Interview with the Vampire

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Children of the Corn

Malachai Boardman

National Lampoons

Rusty Griswold (European Vacation)

Cant Buy Me Love

Kenneth Wurman

The Chocolate War

Jerry Renault

Archie Costello

The Mighty Ducks

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Adam Banks

Les Averman

Porkys

Brian Schwartz

Anthony ‘Meat’ Tuperello

Tommy Turner

Tim Cavanaugh

Mickey Jarvis

Just One of the Guys

Terry Griffith

Greg Tolan

Dead Poets Society

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Charlie Dalton

Knox Overstreet

Steven Meeks

Earth Girls are Easy

Mac

Combat Academy

Perry Barnett

Waynes World

Garth Algar

Austin Powers

Toy Soldiers

Ricardo Montoya

Good Will Hunting

Chuckie Sullivan

10 Things I Hate About You

Joey Donner

My Bodyguard

Ricky Linderman

Melvin Moody

Stand and Deliver

Angel Guzman

Something Wild

Ray Sinclair

Three O’Clock High

Buddy Revell

Intruder

Randy

Young Guns

Jose Chavez y Chavez

Billy the Kid

Doc Scurlock

Dazed and Confused

Benny O’Donnell

Don Dawson

Kevin Pickford

Randall “Pink” Floyd

Fred O’Bannion

Mitch Kramer

Ron Slater

Shavonne Wright

Dogfight

Eddie Birdlace

Ladybugs

Matthew

Goosebumps

Sticks

Freddy Renfield

Twister

Robert ‘Rabbit’ Nurick

Stand by me

Ace Merrill

School Ties

Rip Van Kelt

Chris Reece

The Untouchables

Eliot Ness

The Godfather

Tom Hagen

(Young) Vito Corleone

(Old) Vito Corleone

Goodfellas

Henry Hill

Little Shop of Horrors

Seymour Krelborn

Newsies

Specs

Near Dark

Severen

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees

Scream

Billy Loomis

Poly Billy and Stu

Stu Macher

The Craft

Nancy Downs

Hocus Pocus

Max Dennison

Thackery Binx

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Adam Maitland

The Crow

Eric Draven

Ghostbusters

Ray Stantz

Aliens

Bishop

An American Werewolf in London

Jack Goodman

Sleepaway Camp

Ricky Thomas

Re-animator

Herbert West

Silence of the Lambs

Clarice Starling

Fright Night

Jerry Dandridge

Candyman

Daniel Robitaille

The Evil Dead

Ash Williams

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Harvey Kinkle

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike

Full Metal Jacket

Sgt. Hartman

Joker

Animal Mother

Pyle

Preference~ the boys with an s/o whose ex stalks them

Grease

Kenickie

Labyrinth

Jareth

Total Recall

Douglas Quaid

Requested “Would Includes” and Imagines/Fics~

Darry falling for Johnny’s sister

Allison Reynolds dating a shy nerdy girl

Starting a family with Cameron Frye

Making out with Cameron Frye

Cameron Frye comforting you when you’re upset

Getting drunk with the Ferris Bueller crew

Gary Wallace dating a tall girl

George Mcfly with a dominant flirty s/o

Comforting and being comforted by Will Hunting

Will Hunting having a crush on you

Being apart of the good will hunting gang

Armand with a virgin s/o (including nsfw)

Lestat and Louis dating a girl who loves horror movies

Making out with Duckie Dale

Duckie Dale cheering you up

Cliff having a crush on you

Making out with Cliff

Making out with Bryce

Bryce having a crush on you

The Lost Boys with an s/o having an anxiety attack + fighting depression

The Lost Boys with a sweet and innocent s/o

The Lost Boys with a curvy mate

The Lost Boys fighting with their mates

The Lost Boys dating a shy short girl

The Lost Boys taking care of you when you’re hurt

Getting drunk with the Lost Boys would include

David x Laddies older sister

Making out with Edgar Frog

Being Married to Archie Costello

Going to the beach with Archie Costello

Making out with Archie Costello

Darrys girlfriend landing a job at a local cafe as a singer

Making out with Kenneth Wurman

Being Cindys friend and Ronalds crush

Harold Sherbico having a crush

Kim Kelly dating her polar opposite

Neil Perry dating an artist

Making out with Charlie Dalton

Jealous Charlie Dalton

Jealous Knox Overstreet

A study date with Steven Meeks

Spending the winter season with Neil Perry

Comforting Charlie Dalton after he gets expelled

The dead poets walking in on Charlie and his secret, shy girlfriend

Simon Boggs having a crush on Laneys friend

Faking It-Cindy Mancini falling for the girl who paid her to be her friend

Spike having a crush on you

Steff McKee having a crush on you

Marko having a crush on you

David having a crush on you

Paul having a crush on you

Dwayne having a crush on you

Dwayne x vampire reader who dresses like Stevie Nicks

Making out with Keith Nelson

Meat having a crush on Peewees sister

Admit it- Mickey Jarvis and his future s/o having crushes on each other

Being a part of team USA and meeting Adam and Charlie

Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you

Sleepover with Bill and Ted (including nsfw)

Being pregnant with Ted Logans child

Starring in the schools Romeo and Juliet with Ted Logan

Ted Logan asking you to be his valentine

Spending Valentines day with Steff McKee

Spending Valentines day with Steven Meeks

Spending Valentines day with Keith Nelson

Spending your first Valentines day with Bryce

Wishing I Was Her (Nick Andopolis)

If You Want Out Just Say It (Ace Merrill)

Going on the Ferris adventure

Going on your own adventure with Cameron Frye

Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Travelling back in time with Marty McFly

Tommy Devito dating a chubby artist

Years Gone By (Michael Corleone)

Sonny Corleone dating his opposite

Phillipe Gaston x reader~ Fairy Tale

Being Fulton's sister and Dating Dean Portman

Comforting Todd when he’s upset

Being married to Bill S. Preston Esquire

Being married to Ted Logan

Spending Halloween/October with Knox Overstreet

Making out with Knox

A will they, won’t they relationship with Seth Brundle

Falling in love with Edward Scissorhands

Dwayne Hicks with an Android!Technician s/o

Private Joker dating an artist

Jareth falling in love with you

Being married to Matt Hooper and going to Amity

The way you make me feel~ John Bender

Being in a long term relationship with JD

J.D. with a chronically ill s/o

Archie with a chronically ill s/o

Making out with Ted Logan

Archibald Craven falling in love

Andy Dufresne falling in love

Nsfw Headcanons~

Group sex with the lost boys

Sam Emerson

Threesome with Obie and Archie

Armand

Archie Costello

(sub) Archie Costello

Obie

Johnny Cade

Cameron Frye

Duckie Dale

Blane

John Bender

Randy (Intruder)

Joey Donner

Kenneth Wurman

Keith Nelson

The Dead Poets Kinks

Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Steven Meeks

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Gerard Pitts

John Bender taking your virginity

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Dinger Holfield

The Lost Boys

Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Benny O’donnell

Fred O’Bannion

Cliff

Bryce

Johnny Walker

George Mcfly

Brian Moreland

(sub) Perry Barnett

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Randy Meeks

Michael Emerson

Nancy Downs

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Spike

Angel Guzman

Sgt. Hartman

Brad Hamilton

Douglas Quaid

Chris (night of the creeps)

Sonny Corleone with a shy, virgin s/o

George Mcfly getting jealous and being dominant

Grease Monkey (Keith Nelson smut)

Sins of the flesh and matters of the heart (David x reader + Dwayne smut)

#80s movies #80s imagine #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s smut #80s movie imagines #80s movie headcanon #80s movie smut #90s movies #90s imagine #90s movie headcanon #90s movie imagine #90s movie headcanons #90s tv show imagine #90s tv headcanons

3K notes · View notes

promenadewithme · 3 years

Text

First of all, I want to thank all of you so much for the follows, likes, comments, reblogs and support in general! I can't believe I hit 50 followers so soon! I know it’s not much, but I actually didn’t expect any at all so I’m so happy!! Thank you ❤️

Now, this is how the celebration is going to work: first you chose a song and a character. Then send it to my requests with your pronoun of choice, along with any other specifications and I'll write you a fic based on the song! You can either send the song or specific quotes as prompts

To find the fics I will write, use the #Anastasia's 50 followers celebration

This event starts today (May 20th) and ends June 10th

Support Me on Ko-Fi - if you’re feeling generous 💕

Songs:

Fluff (Romantic)

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

London Boy - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

King of My Heart - Taylor Swift

Willow - Taylor Swift

Crazier - Taylor Swift

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift

How You Get The Girl - Taylor Swift

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift

State Of Grace - Taylor Swift

Mine - Taylor Swift

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

Naked - James Arthur

Rewrite The Stars - James Arthur + Anne-Marie

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

How Would You Feel (Paean) - Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony, Benedict, Colin; Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Violet, Simon, Lady Danbury, Penelope, Lady Portia Featherington, Marina, Sienna, Genevieve, Cressida and Queen Charlotte.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Cho, Seamus, Fleur, Pansy, Myrtle, Sirius (old or young), James (old or young), Remus (old or young), Lily (old or young), Molly, Arthur, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Xenophilus Lovegood, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, Flitwick, Umbridge, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter Pettigrew, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Dobby and Nearly Headless Nick.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, Mr Bingley, Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth Bennet, Jane Bennet, Mary Bennet, Lydia Bennet, Catherine Bennet, Charlotte Lucas, Wickam, Mr Collins, Mr Bennet, Mrs Bennet.

MARVEL: Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Monica Rambeau, Pietro, Wanda, Agatha Harkness, Loki, Frigga, Odin, Hela, Thor, Heimdall, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Valkyrie, Peter Parker, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Howard, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Shuri, Scott, Hope, Hank, Cassie, James Rhodes, Peter Quill, Gamora, Mantis, Nebula, Groot, Rocket, Drax, Stephen Strange, Wong, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thanos, Ancient One, Red Skull, Ultron, John Walker and Zemo.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Haymitch, Rue, President Snow, Primrose, Effie, Cinna and Johanna.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Meredith, Derek, Andrew, Alex, Jackson, Mark, Lexie, Cristina, April, Izzie, George, Callie, Owen, Addison, Arizona, Miranda, Amelia, Link, Burke, Teddy, Maggie, Richard, Carina, Ben Warren, Megan Hunt, Ellis Grey, Catherine Avery and Tom Koracick.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Kira, Melissa McCall and Noshiko Yukimura.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Elena, Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jenna, Klaus, Elijah, Rebeka, Sheriff Forbes, Kai and Lexi.

NARNIA: Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and Aslan.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Jarjar, Obi Wan, Kylo, Rey, Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin and Grogu.

No pressure tags: @venuswritesfanfic @for-bebbanburg @maggiescarborough @multifandomfix @sweetnspicysimp @lazypeachsoul @magravenwrites

#Anastasia's 50 followers celebration #bridgerton x reader #my writing #greys anatomy x reader #marvel x reader #acotar x reader #throne of glass x reader #teen wolf x reader #tvd x reader #thg x reader #pride and prejudice x reader #hp fanfic #harry potter x reader #grishaverse x reader #six of crows x reader #shadow and bone x reader #star wars x reader #star wars x you

133 notes · View notes