#im literally in love with him

[theyluvlyss]

𝐬𝐨, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞...

I literally just came up with this little drabble, and I'm sorry, but it's funny to me, so-

but anyway, two more shazam fics are on the way pretty soon (one freddy, one billy), and then I got a stranger things/mike wheeler request after that, so be on the lookout :) !

𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝

《 ♡ 》 oneshot/crack-fic

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

reader loves it when billy showcases his power. billy loves showing off to his girlfriend. it's a win-win situation, to be honest.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!girlfriend!reader x billy batson - she/her/hers pronouns!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

yelling/screaming (in a good way, dw) - lots of begging from reader lmao - billy being easily swayed bc he wuvs you🥰 - dang, this is kinda crazy sounding outta context, huh? - anyways - this whole thing is just very berry cute, methinks - good vibes only, supa good vibes only✨️ - shrek reference

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"Do the thing!"

It was a sudden squeal, almost as if you'd been holding it back for a while. Not to mention, the walk back to his place had been comfortably silent the whole time before, your hand in his with both stuffed off in his coat pocket in order to shield them from the cold, winter weather.

Although, the squeezes you would give occasionally should've been somewhat of a warning sign. Billy just figured it was a silent, "I love you" of some sort, returning the action every time with butterflies in his chest that kept him warm.

He never would've guessed them as a sign for an incoming fangirl moment. And so, to be sure...

"What thing?"

Not that he wasn't genuinely confused, of course.

"Ya'know... the thing that I like?"

He looked down at you, met with your beaming smile back up at him that brought on one of his own. Still unsure, though, merely repeating the words you had jingled to him all of the sudden back to you in a tone of skepticism.

"The thing you like?"

"Yeah!" You chriped, waiting for him to catch on excitedly, only to be mildly disappointed when that moment never came and he shook his head in dismiss.

"...I don't know, I'm still lost."

"Billy, noo..." You whined, nudging him a bit with your side as the walk continued. "Pleaseeee?"

"What thing?!"

And before you could fully explain yourself, you saw a look in the emerald of his eyes that told you he was faking, the boy having caught on by this point and leaving you to huff and turn away.

"...Stop, you know what I'm talking about, you're just being mean."

Deep chuckles came from his chest, Billy nodding to himself in amusement after you had realized he was teasing you. And, because it was in his nature, he continued to do so until you would ask properly.

"You're right, I do know. I just wanna hear you say it."

"Mncht." You clicked your tongue but didn't give in to the vexing feeling of your boyfriend complicating the process, keeping strong at your pleads in hopes to simply just wear him down.

"Billyyy...please do the thing? Please?"

"C'monnnn..." He urged, nudging his shoulder with yours, and was satisfied with the roll of your eyes and his implied directions followed.

"Hmff... Can you pleaaase say the word? Please?"

"You want me to say the word~?" He repeated, this time with a tone of flirtatiousness that you willingly succumbed to, snuggling up to his arm almost too cheesy for your own liking as you gave an eager, "Yes!"

"Mmm, I dunnooo'..."

This boy and his need to taunt, you swore, would be the death of you...! And yet, it was charming enough for you to let it slide.

No, he was charming enough for you to let it slide. Shaggy brown hair and gorgeous green eyes and those cute dimples whenever he flashed you that winning smile...

Plus, you had been on the verge of geeking out the whole day out with him. Your boyfriend is a superhero for Christ's sake! Of course you'd want to randomly see the magic of it all from time to time! And it's not like you ever knew him to shy away from amazing you whenever he could. So...

"Please-please-please with a lot of maraschino cherries on top?"

Billy laughed at your specifics, already in the midst of guiding you towards a secluded area away from crowds and bystanders.

"Okay, okay, but only because you asked so nicely."

"Yes, yay-yay-yay...!!"

Your cheers and giggles of excitement went hushed by your own hands, waiting in anticipation as Billy took some safety steps back away from you and gave one last look around the area. When he was sure he was in the clear, he granted you your wish. Did just as you asked...

He said the word...

"SHAZAM!!"

...and with a thunderous crash of lightning and a blinding light for only a moment, he was transformed into his older, super-self, and you were laughing wildly through jagged gasps of amazement.

"AHAHAHAHA!!!"

A little bit of a crazy laugh, you'd admit later, but not the point-

"Yeah? How was that?!" Billy-... Shazam asked, his arms spread wide open as he walked closer to you.

"Super loud and scary!" You squealed, hopping around like a little girl who was seeing a fireworks show for the first time, the glowing emblem on his chest casting you and the entire alleyway in gold.

"Yeah?!" Shazam nodded in confirmation with a grin just as wide as your own.

"But it's so hot!!"

"Yeah, it is...!"

Billy's ego? Boosted.

Your fangirl levels? Off the charts.

Hotel? Trivago.

"Okay, now do it again, but back to you-you." You demanded requested, doing a small spin move with your index finger while Shazam dropped his arms to his side.

"Dude-"

"-Please?" You cut before he could provide any light scolds or reasons as to why he shouldn't. You were his girlfriend, and you were so cute looking up at him, expecting to see her boyfriend, now, and not some grown man version of him she... liked... but didn't truly care for.

"...Okay."

"Yay!" You clapped, moving yourself back this time to avoid a second lighting strike.

"SHAZAM!!"

And with that, he was back to himself, your Billy Batson, standing with his arms still open in hopes he'd impressed you the way you had assumed he would.

And god, did he go above and beyond.

"AHAHAHA, YOU'RE SO COOL, I LOVE YOU!!!" You nearly screamed, voice rasping over from the sheer amount of pressure you were putting on your throat.

"I love you, too! C'mere...!" He laughed, admiring your excited figure and the way you were already running towards for him to catch you in his arms in a warm hug.

It lasted for longer than you both expected, but was clearly needed as you enjoyed each other's presence and touch.

"You know what you reminded me of, lowkey?" Billy murmured, no need to be any louder when he was right by your ear.

"Hmm?" You hummed, face pressed into the crook of his neck, cold nose tickling his skin.

"...Do the roar."

You pulled away very slowly. Your face went about as cold as your feet were right now, staring deep into Billy's eyes with a look of pure disbelief.

He stared back. Grinning, head nodding as if to say, "Yeah? Right?" like a puppy.

"You know what?" You hummed gently, returning the smile softly while your vision trailed his features and then down to his chest.

"Yeah?"

You pointed directly to his heart.

"You...are amazingly talented..."

":D!?"

"...at ruining nice moments between us."

":0..."

You nodded, satisfied with yourself at the light tease.

"Mhm, yeah :)."

𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐬-...𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭...𝐢𝐬- 𝐈-...

is it obvious I have such a BAD crush on billy, and this is lowkey shamelessly self-indulgent, or nah🧍🏽‍♀️?

you said nah?

awesome, cool, thanks /ᐠ-⩊-マ.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

me🤭

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :

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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 :

none :(

[splonkblonkart]

friend of mine just introduced me to the moomins and im being completely normal about snufkin (lie)

[jigencaps]

[whosnearr]

"first kiss" m. afton

summary: your average fic where teen!michael is a delinquent that does stupid shit to piss his father off and y/n is dragged along with him.

cw: underage use of drugs (weed), male reader, sappy and cringey gay shit

word count: 1764

the bell rang, releasing you from your first-period history class. you let out a yawn as you walked out the door and began walking down the hall. you slouched over, your books in your arms and your feet dragging along the floor. the switch from your dead silent classroom to the loud hallways was not a good transition. you walked quickly to your next class, head down and not paying attention to where you were walking. thus, you ran into michael. you looked up at him with a flustered look as your papers slipped from your hands.

"jeez- watch where you're going, y/n," he teased as he bent down to help you pick up your papers. this was so horribly cliché.

"i was," you lied as you organized the papers before putting them back in your arms.

"yeah, yeah. whatever you say," he looked over your shoulder and watched as the hallway cleared. the crowd got smaller by the second as students divided into the classrooms. "i hope your next class isn't too important."

"pardon m-" before you could finish speaking, michael grabbed your wrist and pulled you down the hallway. you listened as all the classroom doors slammed shut and locked behind the two of you. the late bell rang and michael was practically sprinting to the doors leading outside. he pushed them open and walked you over to the fence around the football field. "where are we going?" you asked as michael tilted his head back, looking up at the fence. he was calculating the height of the fence and wondering if he could jump over it.

"we're gonna go under the bleachers. don't worry, there's no one there. just me and you," he gave you a quick wink, blatantly flirting with you. whether or not he was joking was unknown to you. you shook your head and looked away from him shifting your gaze up toward the fence in front of the two of you. you opened your mouth to say something about how tall the fence was but before you could even get the words out, michael was scrambling up the fence. the wire scraped against the concrete and the metal bars as he flung himself over, now staring at you from the other side.

"how am i supposed to do that, mr. parkour?" you shook your head before slowly lifting yourself up and climbing up the wire. you awkwardly shifted sides when you reached the top, threw your bag to michael, and then dropped down next to him.

"you would never be able to outrun the cops," he teased before returning your bag. he strolled over to a patch of grass beneath the bleachers and sat with his legs crossed. he pulled his own backpack into his lap and searched through the big pocket.

"yeah, well, unlike you, i don't have to worry about being chased by the cops in the first place," you said and sat down in front of him. you put your bag behind you and let it rest against one of the many metal poles holding up the bleachers.

"well, if you're gonna be friends with me you might wanna start worrying," he said as he pulled a bag out of his bag. it was a plastic sandwich bag filled with what you easily recognized as buds of weed.

"oh jesus christ, michael," you grabbed his backpack and pulled out the grinder and his wraps. "we're on school grounds."

"that's not seeming to stop either of us," he said as he gave you the bag, seeing as you knew what you were doing. you were really just as much of a delinquent as he was. you just didn't have to worry about getting caught. you were smart and michael was an idiot.

"this is illegal. way illegal," you said as you put the bud in the grinder, packing it down in there.

"illegal?" he chuckled and watched as you slowly poured the now ground up weed into a wrap. "that's the fun of it, isn't it?"

you shook you head and just laughed. "that mindset is gonna land you a jail cell of your own to call home one day," you said sarcastically before bringing the wrap up to your lips and licking it to seal it shut, like an envelope.

"gotta take risks, right?" he pulled his lighter out of his pocket as you passed him the joint. he wasted no time lighting it and taking a hit. he blew the smoke out of the side of his mouth with a heavy sigh.

"sure. just don't be an idiot, michael," you said as you took the joint from him. you took a long drag and blew a cloud of smoke in his face. he waved his hand in front of his face to disperse the smoke in the air and scoffed.

"im not stupid," he said all too defensively as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"is that why you're failing literally every single one of your classes? i've seen your grades you know," you took another hit as he attempted to muster up an answer. you chuckled and leaned forward, grabbing his chin gently. "nothing?"

you turned his face and pressed a kiss to his cheek. you sat back and brought your hand up to offer the joint to him. you didn't notice at all but he had this sort of dazed look in his eyes. your touch just seemed to put him under a spell. not only that but you kissed him too. he was too easy. before you could ask him if he wanted the joint back, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. you were rather shocked. he had his eyes screwed shut as yours were quite the opposite, being wide open. after a short second, you kissed back, wrapping your arms around michael's neck and letting your eyes flutter closed. you delicately held the joint between your fingers and held it away from the both of you to make sure you didn't light anything on fire. your heart was pounding as you felt your face heat up. michael's lips were so soft, it made up for how terrible of a kisser he was.

he pulled away after not long and cleared his throat. he awkwardly pulled at the collar of his shirt and took the joint back from you. he had no idea what came over him. he couldn't blame it on the weed since he had only taken one hit. you were gonna tease him until his dying breath, he knew that for sure.

"you're a terrible kisser," you said and bit your lip to stifle a laugh.

he sat in awkward silence, obviously ignoring you and your comment, as he brought the joint up to his lips. he took a hit long enough to make his lungs burn. a cough forced its way past his lips and he turned away from you.

"don't get all flustered now. what happened to mr. bold from just a second ago?" you asked and leaned forward, pretty much being on your hands and knees.

"it was just. a heat of the moment thing," he said and flicked the ash off the tip of the joint. you could see that his cheeks were rosy and he still refused to look at you.

"was that your first kiss?" you poked his cheek and smiled.

"what? no! of course not. i've kissed plenty of girls before," he pushed your hand away from his face and crossed his arms afterward. he was getting rather defensive. it was kind of cute. his cheeks reddened more, along with the back of his neck and the tips of his ears. he resembled a tomato at this point. he must be the kind of person to blush a lot when he lies, you made a mental note to test your theory later.

"sure you have," you played along and chuckled. "have you ever kissed a guy before?" you questioned further, your heart beating out of your chest.

as cringey as it was, you had a crush on michael for a long time but you were never sure if he was into guys. he hardly ever talked about liking anyone so you could never be sure. but even now that he's kissed you, you weren't sure. what if he was messing with you? what if it was just the weed? what if it meant nothing to him? your heart beat faster as anxiety swelled in your chest. the anticipation was killing you. you needed to know.

he cleared his throat, filling the deafening silence that was consuming the atmosphere around the two of you. he wasn't sure what to say. not only were you his first kiss, you were a guy. was he into girls? maybe. was he into guys? god, who knows. "no," he answered, being honest this time around.

"that would explain why it was so awkward," you said, pestering him beyond all reason. "you could use practice," you sat right across from him and leaned closer to him.

"i've kissed... people... before. i have 'practice'," he argued and used the fingers of one of his hands to create quotations around practice. he looked away from you and took another hit from the joint.

"god. you're such a loser, mikey," you said and huffed. "i've known you since you moved here in freshman year and you have not had one single girlfriend. or boyfriend."

"that's only like three or four years you've known me. what if i had a girlfriend back in middle school?"

"oh, jeez michael. just shut up and kiss me again," you muttered as you almost pounced on him and situated yourself in his lap. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you, smashing your lips against his. he didn't try to push away or argue. he melted like putty in your hands. he kissed back, no questions asked as his hands found their way to your hips, gently squeezing them in his hands. it was euphoric. you'd thought of nothing but this moment for what felt like forever. to feel the heat of his blush against your face. to have him so close to you like this. to feel his hands on your body. to just have him to yourself. just him.

after no where near long enough you pulled away, smiling like an idiot while michael just looked flustered. "wasn't half bad that time," you said, pressing your forehead against his.

"just shut up."

[endofthelinexx]

In sickness and In Health | t.w

For @lewishamiltonlover

Request: “Hi love, can I request one little angst with Toto, like you feeling unwell or getting hurt but you don’t want to tell him because you don’t want him to have more pressure? Thanks”

Pairing: Female! reader x Toto Wolff

AN: This is one of my first one-shots and I’m very happy with it, its so sweet, you can truly feel the love and support from y/n and toto

Warning(s): slight angst, major fluff, age gap, throwing up (from being sick)

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of it, and claiming it as your own.

Toto Wolff was a very busy, very stressed man. His work was his life, but he still managed to put you and his loved ones first. This weekend was just as important as any other weekend, but he was more stressed than ever. You had decided to accompany him to the Austrian Grand Prix, not only because you wanted to support him, but because you wanted to see Austria through his eyes. You had stuff planned to do with him between all the practices and events, but that all came to a halt when Lewis crashed during one of the Friday practices. Not to mention you weren’t feeling great on your flight into Vienna that same Friday morning. You planned on telling him when you got there, but he seemed so stressed out of his mind that you decided to just put it on the back burner to see if it would go away.

But here you were, sitting in the hotel room you shared with Toto, sick to your stomach. Luckily for you, there was no fever, so you didn’t have to worry about passing it along to him, but that didn’t stop you from canceling your romantic dinner and opting for room service. You blamed it on period cramps from the period you weren’t having just so he wouldn’t have to worry about you. The worst part was, he believed you, well until he walked into the hotel room Saturday night to find you in the bathroom, getting off the floor in front of the toilet after flushing it.

"y/n? are you okay? I know you get nauseous from your cramps, but I've never known you to get sick from them," Toto spoke, his voice laced with concern.

You turned around in slight surprise, the shame from lying to him had caught up to you even if it was for the better, "oh, hi. I actually kinda lied..."

He raised an eyebrow, before widening his eyes, “are you pregnant?”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “no, I’m sick, I’ve been sick since I got here.”

He took your hand and held it while he spoke, “well why didn’t you tell me schatzi?”

You looked up at him, “you were really stressed with Lewis and everything, I didn’t want you to have to worry about me too.”

“Ahh,” he nodded in understanding, cupping your cheek with one of his large hands, “you should tell me if you’re sick always, even if I’m on the brink of death. I can handle fixing everything at work and take care of you without getting overly stressed.”

“You sure? I feel like it’s not fair to you,” you sighed and looked down, fidgeting with your hands.

He moved his hand down to your jaw, tilting your head back up to look at him, “I’m positive schatzi, I love you. We’re supposed to take care of each other. Now, how about we go lay down and get you feeling better?”

You smiled and hugged him, “that sounds perfect.”

He lifted you up and carried you out of the bathroom, laying you down on your side of the bed before changing into his pajama pants and taking his place next to you. The second he was under the blankets and laying down, you had your head on his bare chest, breathing in his comforting scent as he spoke to you about his day while rubbing your back.

The next morning was race day and even though Toto protested the thought of you getting out of bed nevertheless putting on makeup and wearing anything besides sweats, you dragged yourself out of bed and got ready anyway even if it took a lot of convincing him that you were okay. The entire day he made sure you were at his side and cared for. Even while the race was in session, he'd lift his headset and ask if you needed anything. Of course, you'd keep telling him no, that you're fine, so he wouldn't feel the need to get up and get you water or a snack. It was during moments like these you realized how lucky you were to have found him, a man who truly cares for you, so much so that he would happily set aside his passion for motorsport just to make sure you were okay and comfortable at all times. You smiled at the thought, wrapping your arms around him from behind while he sat in his chair, looking at the monitor in front of him. You felt his warmth, his love, and it almost made you forget how terrible you felt.

Be sure to like and reblog! ❤️

[smosh-mouth]

[soundscuntfeelscunt]

ashton is definitely releasing a solo album this year im literally going to pass out and throw up

[arisaline73]

Owl House spoilers (for up to Hollow Mind) and bright image :]

(ps. its just collector)

i posted this to twitter, and now i post it to tumblr

[ID:  The Collector with his arms raised slightly, smiling straight ahead. He has no pupils, his eyes are blank. Behind him there is a glowing sun surrounded by the phases of the moon. Surrounding all that is a circle of blue and yellow stars with pink dots and white lines in between them. Small yellow, pink, and blue stars are scattered around them. The background is based on the projection from Elsewhere and Elsewhen.]

Bonus: the background only!

[melonmusiv]

JUST GOT OM TWITTER AND OH MY GOD ???!?!??!!

Biting my screen.............. 😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😣😔 I have a crunch on hikm......

[kiseuca]

AAH HE WAS SO SWEET TO ME TODAY ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭

[chu-wu]

[namachuki]

His name is baby girl

[ghost-bard]

I am kissing Harlem Shade directly on the mouth with zero remorse

[where-is-izzy]

SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE PLS HE'S TOO FUCKING PRETTY UGH

It's like 2 am right now and I've been listening to Izzy's songs on repeat. jfc

[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

Public service announcement DANIEL KALUUYA IS SO PRETTY

[owl-o]

big shield, bigger heart.