#ron slater x reader

[judgementdaysunshine]

Ron Slater Masterlist

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[loriiisstuff]

SMOKE

ron slater x fem!reader

summary : slater and you smoke in your room

Me and Slater sat on the couch in my room. My legs were across his as he rolled up a joint his tongue sticking out in concentration making me giggle

“done” he whipped his head up at me revealing the joint he just rolled up “now we light” i said reaching over to my nightstand grabbing the lighter “give slate” i reached my hand out for the joint which slater placed in my palm

i shoved the rolled up paper in between my fingers bring it close to my face as i lit the bottom taking a drag before passing it to slater who gladly took it taking a long hit “this is some good shit” he smiled turning to me “yeah i know…i got it from kev” i replied pulling the joint out of his finger taking another hit raising my eyebrows from the weed finally kicking in

i looked up at slater who stared at me “what you want another hit” i asked handing him it “no your just really…pretty” he answered leaning closer “like really pretty y/n” he added coming even closer connecting our lip together leaving me surprised for a second before kissing back at the realization

a/n : hope you enjoyed this one <33

[emlee81]

Dazed And Confused-Slater X Reader-Hurt

Slater accidentally gets himself in hot water with you when you catch him flirting with someone else.

Warnings: Some minor swearing, but mostly hurt/comfort and fluff. Also mentions smoking weed.

***

You walk into the classroom and immediately see some bimbo cozying up to YOUR boyfriend, Ron Slater. She's all over him, her face way too close to his. Slater, as you know, is a pretty friendly dude and you don't mind when he hangs out with whomever. Mostly people like Slater because he's the local guy who ALWAYS has plenty of weed on hand to share.

But this girl obviously has other things besides smoking weed with Slater on her mind. You watch as her fingers brush against Slater's cheek and he just grins.

"Slater!" You march towards him, scowling. Slater looks at you, that adorable smile he reserves just for you on his face.

"Hey, baby."

"Buzz off, bitch!" You snap at the girl, who quickly leaves. Slater frowns. He knows you're pissed.

"What's wrong, baby?" He tries to stroke your cheek, but you immediately swat his hand away, tears filling your eyes.

"You were flirting with that shameless bimbo!" You spit out.

"No, baby, no." Slater takes your hand but you yank it back. "She just wanted some weed."

"Oh please!" You seethe. "She was all over you!"

"Y/N, please. I'm sorry." You turn, fleeing, heading for the girl's restroom, ignoring as Slater calls out your name.

***

After school, you collect your stuff and head out, not even bothering to look for Slater. He finds you, though, grabbing your hand and ignoring your protests, pulling you away from the crowd.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I'd never hurt you. C'mon." You sigh, kicking at a stone on the ground. Slater's gentle fingers are placed on your chin, tilting your head up so he can look at you.

"Maybe she was flirting with me," Slater murmurs. "But I don't want HER, I want YOU. You're mine."

You gaze into those beautiful dark eyes of his and nod. Maybe Slater's right.

"I just hated seeing you smile at someone else," you whisper, reaching for one of Slater's hands. He leans in, pressing those beautiful lips to yours.

"Hey, man. She's not my type." You nod again, twirling a lock of Slater's long hair around your finger.

"I'm sorry I got upset," you say, snuggling closer to Slater's tall, lean body.

"It's okay, baby." You chuckle, wrapping an arm around Slater's waist.

"She WAS flirting with you, though," you tell Slater. He just shrugs carelessly.

"Her loss, man. I already have someone."

"And don't you forget it, either!" You say.

"I won't. So! Wanna go smoke a joint?"

"Sure, Slater." He chuckles, giving you a gentle kiss.

"Cool, man."

[vivvvy]

hello hello! my name is vi! before i get started with actually writing, i would like to be clear about stuff i will be writing about.

-Wednesday

Ajax Petropolis

Rowan Laslow

(not sure about this one yet) Bianca Barclay

-The Amazing Spiderman

Spiderman/Peter Parker

Gwen Stacy

-The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Lila Pitts

Viktor Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

-Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

-Cobra Kai

Robby Keene

Tori Nichols

Miguel Diaz

Sam LaRusso

Eli Moskowitz

Kenny (fluff or angst only)

-10 Things I Hate About You

Cameron James

Kat Stratford

Patrick Verona

Bianca Stratford

-Scream

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Sidney Prescott

Dewey Riley

Tatum Riley

-The Fear Street Franchise

Deena Johnson

Samantha Fraser

Kate Schmidt

Simin Kalivoda

Cindy Berman

Tommy Slater

Alice

Young Ziggy Berman

Young Nick Goode

that’s all for now! also, i will only write fluff or smut. it all really depends on the request, but i can also write imagines or scenarios. (x readers of course) no dark stuff, but just nice little things. (you’ll see!) anyways, that’s all for now. bye!

[sanriolvr777]

NSFW Alphabet with Ron Slater

A/N: No one has done anything for this character yet, so here you go. :)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Slater is the sweetest. After sex, he would always ask if you were okay. He would bring you some water and a cloth to clean yourself. He would always want you close to him. He would roll a joint for the both of you to share. You two would just smoke and speak sweet nothings in each other’s ears. After a while, you hold him into a tight embrace and tell each other how much you love each other.

B = Body part (Favorite body part of theirs and also their fave body part belonging to their partner)

To Slater, everything about you was perfect. But if he had a favorite body part of yours, it would be your thighs. Your thighs were so soft and he loved how it cushions his face when he goes down on you. Your favorite of his body was his hands. His skillful fingerwork alone would make you climax.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He likes to release on your stomach and breasts. The beautiful sight of your covered in glistening sweat and his seed turns him on all over again. He also likes when you swallow.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Slater is would never keep a sexual secret from you. You were a person that is easy to talk to and open minded. Since he is the same way, he’s quite open with speaking of sexual things. He loves talking dirty and seeing you squirm.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Slater has some experience. As he stated, he wanted someone with quality. He wants someone who could match his energy when it came to this topic. Lucky for him, you were the perfect match. You both had enough experience to please each other.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He actually has two positions that he truly loves. His number one fave is the classic missionary. He loves to share kisses and moans with you as he penetrated you. His second favorite position is when you straddle him. He could grab your hips and guide you up and down his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Slater can be a goofball during sex sometimes. He says some of the weirdest and funniest things during sex. He loves it when he makes you laugh in the moment. Your laugh was music to his ears. For the most part, he is very serious when it comes to sex. He’s gets deep and lost in you. He’s in love with the way you feel underneath him, how you react to his touch and he sounds you make when he’s taking you so good or the sounds you make when he’s taking you so good and how you feel wrapped around him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Slater is a little on the lazy side, but for someone like he manages to keep himself groomed. He trims every once in a while, so he is fairly groomed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Slater is really romantic in the moment. Sex is very intimate for him and for you. He tries to always make it about you and your pleasure. Moments like these make both of you realize how lucky you two are to have each other.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off every other day. He loves to look at the polaroid that he took of you to help him jack off. It was such a pretty picture of you. The sight of you topless and vulnerable in his bed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Slater loves cockwarming. When he’s too tired to move around so much or he just wants to relax, he’ll let you warm his cock. Sometimes he lets you make it more exciting and allows you to touch yourself or play with your clit while he stays inside you. You make him cum a few times like that, all the while without moving or thrusting inside you.

Slater also has the biggest worship kink. He loves to hear you tell him how huge he is, how good he is doing, and most importantly when you thank him for how good he makes you feel.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers doing it in the bedroom out of all places now. You did it in the car plenty of times and in an open field while stargazing. But one time, you two did do it in the back of Pickford’s car one time at a party, but you both ended up getting caught. Ever since, the bedroom was the only acceptable place for the two of you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He love watching you dance at parties. The way you move always turns him. He would join you to and you would move onto each other, fluid with each others movements. Right after these dances, you two would definitely have sex. He also loves seeing you wear his shirts with just your panties underneath.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s up for anything. As long as it’s not harmful. He’d never want to hurt you. Bondage is a big no for him. He doesn’t like orgasm denials either.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving over giving. The sight of you with his cock in your mouth is the hottest thing ever. The feeling of your tongue swiping over his length drives him crazy. He loves giving and he’s pretty good at it. His tongue flicks in amazing motions while working with his fingers.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a total softie, so he likes to take his sweet precious time with you. The majority of the time, he’s passionate and slow. If you want him to be rough, he is willing to do so.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not a big fan of quickies. He likes to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s willing to try new things as long as you’re comfortable with it. He just won’t participate in anything that is harmful to you or him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Most of the time, he can only go for 1 round. Sometimes, he can do 2. Overall, sex is pretty energy-consuming for him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not a fan of using toys. He wants to be the one doing all the pleasuring for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t do teasing much. He does it occasionally. But majority of the time. He starts to feel bad, because he just wants to make both of you feel good.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s loud. His moans and whimpers are pleasing your ear. The sounds just turn you on some more. He also slips out curse words here and there as he starts reaching his climax.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When he's stoned, he gets more clingy and soft when he's with you. He's so touchy and sex is even more soft.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is about 6 inches, 7 inches when hard. He has some girth to him. He’s not too thick or thin. He’s the perfect size for you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Slater’s sex drive is fairly average. He doesn’t have a high sex drive as many others think. He has many dirty thoughts about you all the time though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As stated earlier, Slater is such a big softie. He cuddles up next to you and lays on your chest. You start running your fingers through his hair. Once he feels that repeated motion on his head, lights out for him. The sight of him sleeping was so peaceful to you.

[amessywritersmind]

Slater Headcanon

Request (Anon):  Can you write rob slater headcannons with a innocent stoner girlfriend please 🥺🥺

I absolutely can!! Hopefully I do it justice (I��ve never done one of these before lololol).

- ok so first of all, he would love that you love to smoke too 

- honestly, that’s probably how you met

- anyways, whenever you guys smoke together, you already know its gonna be a great time

- sometimes smoke sessions lead to cuddles on the couch all day long

- this would also include wild conversations

- sometimes they’re super deep and meaningful

- other times it would lead to lots of belly-splitting laughter and yet trying not to detatch any limbs from each other all at the same time 

- other times smoke sessions lead to crazy adventures out with the gang

- you’d all meet up at the emporium and hang out for hours, eating tons of food and just having a good time 

- sometimes the smoke session would take place in some sort of nature area 

- this would lead to quite a few flower crowns made on your part, and lots of laughter from him when you place one on your head as well as his own, claiming you were now one with the earth 

- he loves when you’re like that, so at peace and radiant with happiness

- you loved that whenever you got the munchies, he’d get you whatever you wanted 

- lets be real he’s always prepared with snacks 

- he also loves that you get along with his friends so well

- literally, they all love you because you do things like make flower crowns 

- honestly, you guys are just so cute together

[80s4life]

Some Kind Of Wonderful

Word Count: 2,220

Status: Requested!

Ask: Hiii can you do anything for Randall Pink Floyd

@: a very interesting anon that loves forgotten movies like me! (seriously, Dazed and Confused doesn’t get enough attention)

Fandom: Dazed And Confused 1993

Relationship: Randall “Pink” Floyd x Reader

Summary: Time’s slowly running out and the dangers of adulthood are starting to near too quickly. When finishing off the last year of high school starts to truly seep into your bones, you realize someone’s wasting a gift you simply couldn’t just be handed.

Warnings: explicit language, sexual jokes, weed, alcohol, weed and alcohol consumption, underage drinking/smoking/partying

Masterlist Dazed And Confused Masterlist

{gif is not mine, credits go to @dazed--and--confused​}

Heaving yourself over the chain link fence, Slater is quick to clumsily follow behind. Giggling, you drop down drunkenly, scrambling to your feet to help Slater carefully tumble over the other side. 

“I got it. I got it,” he smiles, using your shoulders as support as he tries to stand on the flimsy wraps of metal without anything to hold onto. “Alright, go away.”

Stepping back as he had asked, it takes all about ten seconds before he’s colliding with the ground with a hard thud. You try your best to stay quiet, but the groans that follow soon after cause you to explode. As best as you can manage, you wheeze while taking his hand and lifting him up, “Don’t got it.”

“Hey, I was up there for a long time! Try beating that!”

“Nah, I’d rather keep my head in tact,” you slur, handing him the indiscreet bottle wrapped inside a paper bag.

He happily obliges, eyes quickly being entertained with holding the bottle without spilling, your eyes scanning the field to find the rest of the gang. Just along the other side of the football field, the familiar cackling of young teens tells you that you guys showed up too late.

“Hey, there they are!” you can hear Don shouting, voice echoing throughout the stands and bleachers.

Shoving Slater, you guys fall into a not-so-sturdy race, feet flying about and hands scattered in all directions to prevent falling on your faces again. The group, staring at your liquid-enhanced happiness, laugh as they decide to move towards the center of the field.

Sucking in greedy breaths of air, you both go tumbling into the grass before the group. Slater rolls into Pink and Simone while you crash into Don’s awaiting arms. 

“Perfect landing,” he grins into your ear, making sure to leave a teasing nibble on the lobe, eyes digging straight into the particularly long haired brunette across from him.

“Shut up,” you groan, lifting off of him to sit cross-legged besides Slater once more.

For some time, you indulge in the adventures of David Wooderson; the many women he’s been with, the crazy shit he got himself into and how he got out of it, the places he’s been. Although they were bizarre, they kept the group entertained through their buzzed hazes, laughing and giggling at every punch line.

Laying across Slater’s thighs, you support your head with both of your crossed arms. Beside you, Slater takes turns in passing the joint between you both, one arm supporting his own head as he stares up at the stars. 

The group had fallen in a comfortable silence, indulging in the short-lived peace that is soon to be destroyed as the morning light comes up. Slowly, with the peaking sun just above the treeline, Shavonne and Simone make their exit through the front gate of the school’s football stadium.

You sadly let them go, knowing that senior year is just about over for you, hugging them as they depart. Wooderson is next to leave, still tipsy over last night’s drinks, he comfortably grabs the bottle of tequila he was nursing, leaving before the cops have a chance to get him.

Watching the clouds turn a deep shade of orange like gold, you, Slater, and Pink all sit up side by side to watch the end of the show. 

“Hey man...woman....this isn’t the end of us, is it?” Slater slurs, turning briefly to look the each of you in the eye.

“Hell no!” you yell, looking at him as if he’s crazy, “You’re my best friend, Slater, my partner in crime. I’m not done with you yet.”

He smiles at the drastic bit of reassurance, sharing a look of fond companionship. Swiftly, the both of you nudge shoulders and turn towards Pink, expectant eyes waiting for his answer that didn’t come as naturally as it should’ve.

He looks Slater in the eyes, then they slip to yours in a sense of regret and premature sadness. Sighing, he blows, “I don’t known, man. We hung out with each other because we were stuck with each other. Now we have no reason to be around - hang out like we used to. We aren’t kids anymore, we’re adults about to enter the big, wide world we’ve been dying for. Who knows what the next year or two will take us.”

“That’s why we make sure it doesn’t happen,” you counter, staring off at the sky again.

“And how can you ensure that, Y/N?” Pink asks with a defensiveness you aren’t quite used to hearing.

“Because,” you snap your head towards him sharply, “If we want to be in each other’s lives, we’ll make damn sure that we stick around.” Your eyes, stern and soft at the same time, bore into his own with and intensity and determination set.

Neither Pink nor Slater argue you, Pink still staring at you with disbelief and no change in his thoughts. He doesn’t believe you, not completely. 

“Pink,” you try to compose yourself, setting your voice to a lighter tone to avoid further argument. “If you’re friends and truly scared of losing them, the love and bond you share should say enough. You don’t just fucking disappear on your own, you’ll let that shit happen and you’ll know you’re doing it, too. We’ve lost a lot of good friends, but they weren’t built to last. Our friendship, well, it’ll last a lifetime.”

Slater pulls you in by your shoulder, side hugging you with a warm, kooked-out smile, “Yeah man. Even our kids will be friends.”

You laugh at that, looking back at Pink, his head down and hands playing with the grass. “I don’t know,” his voice cracks a bit.

Looking back at Slater, he nods, whispering in your ear, “Tell him Y/N, you’ve got nothing to lose. He needs you.” You smile at his unnatural encouragement, he’s always good at finding the right words, as rare as they come. Getting up from the grass and waving his goodbye, he winks at you, going back through the woods in which you came silently.

“Pink,” you mumble, shuffling closer to him and placing a hand underneath his head, pulling him up to look at you by his chin. When he looks up, his eyes are glossy and threatening to break down at any moment, softening as you look at him. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, you hear me?”

“I just don’t want to lose us,” he chokes, a tear sneaking past him before he could wipe it away.

“We won’t. We- I-,” you stutter to find the words. You know what you want to tell him, but you don’t know how to - too scared of the possibility of rejection. “I love you, Pink, always have, always will. I’ve stuck around this long without an inch of expectation from you, what makes you think it’ll change now? You’re gonna go places, Pink, but don’t think I won’t be too far behind you, making sure you get just where you need to be.”

For once, he smiles at you, a glossy wet smile that cracks through the shadows of doubt swirling in his head. “You’re talking about the pledge, aren’t you.”

“Oh, you’re signing that pledge, don’t get me wrong, but no, I’m talking about anywhere and wherever you go. You don’t have to be this huge NFL football player for me to love you just the same, you’re always gonna be Pink from Lee High School in good, old Austin, Texas, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smirks, looking down at the grass again.

“Hey,” you pull his head up again, “I’m serious, Pink.”

“I know,” he mumbles, “Just scared for our futures, you know? I don’t know where I’m going yet.”

“And you’re not gonna know for a long time, you’re still in high school. You’ll figure life out just like the rest of us, you just have to get through the last year of high school. Shit, I mean, I don’t even know what the fuck to do with myself yet and I just graduated.”

He laughs at that, smiling wide for you to see as he gives you a once over, “You’re gonna do just fine, Y/N. You always get your shit together. You have nothing to worried about.”

“Neither do you,” your smirk, poking his arm.

You guys fall into a comfortable silence for a moment or two, riddled with your own thoughts before Pink speaks up again, “So, you love me, huh?”

“Oh, shut up,” your face heats up, this time being the one to look at the grass for answers. “I knew you’d pick that up.”

“How could I not, it was such a beautiful speech, really made me tear up.”

You laugh at him, shoving his shoulder as you get back up on your feet. Outstretching your hand, Pink takes it, frame towering over yours with his natural height and intensity. 

Slowly, you guys make your way to the front gate of the football field. There, you find Slater, stomping out his half-smoked joint just as Coach Bronco emerges from the parking lot, holding a finger up to his lips with a smile.

“Ah, Randy,” Bronco chirps, acting as if he hadn’t been waiting for a while, “You sign that pledge yet?”

“Actually,” you step before him, “He was just going to sign it now, do you have a pen?” You smile nice a sweet, Bronco pulling out a pen and handing it to you. “Oh, and we kind of lost the paper,” you smirk innocently, “You know, with the parties and stuff tonight, it got lost.”

“Oh sure, I’ve got a copy,” he runs back to his car to fetch another paper.

Pink elbows you in the side and you turn to smile devilishly at him, “You’ve got a gift, I’m not going to stand by and watch you spoil it, Pink.”

“Here you are,” Coach Bronco smiles.

“Thank you,” you take it from him, handing it over to Pink and turning around, offering your back for him to use to sign it. Begrudgingly he does as you’d silently instructed, signing the paper and handing it back.

“Thanks Randy, we look forward to seeing you next year. Don’t get soft on us,” then Bronco leans in, whispering something you can’t quite make out, turning to sneak a peak at Slater, hiding in the bushes. “And don’t let that one go, that one knows what they’re talking about. A good influence...special.”

“Alright! Thanks Coach, I’ll see you next year,” Pink exclaims, motioning towards his want for Bronco to leave.

“Thanks Coach B, he’ll be back better than ever. You just wait!”

“I hope so,” and with that, Bronco leaves seemingly happy with the outcome.

“That doesn’t mean I’m not smoking this summer,” Pink mutters.

“All you had to do was sign it, now you’re free,” you smile. “Come on, lets go home, we need to sleep at some point.”

Waving at Slater, he comes bounding out of the bushes again, a tipsy smile on his face. “Does that mean I have to find a new smoking buddy?”

“Nah, I’m not done yet,” Pink smirks.

“Hey, I thought I was your smoking buddy?” you punch Slater’s arm.

“Ow!” he exclaims dramatically. “You are my smoking best friend,” he corrects.

“So, I’m more special then?”

“Sure,” he smirks.

Walking down the parking lot, you part ways, hugging Pink before you turn back to Slater, wrapping your arm around his waist due to his height. Pink goes the other direction with a giggle, watching as Slater puts all of his weight onto you, wobbling down the road.

Before he turns the corner, Pink calls out, “Oh, and Y/N?!”

Turning around, you look back at him, “Yeah?”

“I love you, too!”

Confusion laces your features as quickly as his blow, looking up at Slater to make sure you heard it right. Slater looks down at you, eyebrows raised with a shrug. Turning back to Pink, a huge smile breaks across your face.

Down the road, Pink smiles back with a red hue to his cheeks, “Did you hear me?”

Suddenly, you let go of Slater and bound towards Pink, almost tackling him as you jump on him. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he chuckles loud, smirking down at you as he places a kiss to your nose.

“Are you serious?” you ask, looking up at him with bewilderment.

“Well, you didn’t really give me a chance to say it back, did you?”

“You’re not answering my question.”

“Do I need to say it again?”

“For clarification purposes, please?”

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. I have since we were Freshmen.”

Turning around, you give Slater a double thumbs up, him smiling and imitating a gagging motion. “I love you, too, Randall Floyd.”

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Ron Slater

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

“Ayyyy the pizza goddess is here!”

- Out of all the things you’ve been called as a food delivery person, that has definitely got to be your favorite.

- Working the late shift at your local pizza place was not what you had in mind when you began looking for a job but the pay was decent and the tasks were easy so you really couldn’t complain. Sure, you had to deal with a few creeps, but there were also some much more wholesome customers.

- The stoners were your favorite and you were quite sure they always would be. Calm, good natured, very thankful; they were the perfect people to deal with when you were tired and just wanted to go home.

- So you met Slater pretty early into your pizza delivery career. Him and his friends were frequent customers of yours and were always the highlight of your night.

- You sort of figured out that the long haired boy was at least attracted to you, but you were completely unaware of just how hard he was crushing on you.

- It took months of him ordering pizzas just to see you before he finally gathered up the courage to ask for your phone number. You thought he was cute, even while high as a kite, and he was as sweet as could be during all of your interactions so you obliged, writing your number on his arm before you left.

- He called you up the next day, inviting you over to his house for a movie marathon and some takeout. Halfway through a particularly boring film, he asked if you wanted to see something cool to which you agreed. Fast forward a few minutes and the two of you are sitting atop the moon tower, gazing at the stars.

- He nervously reached for your hand in the dark and you let him take it, a small smile finding it’s way onto your face. The two of you walked back to his house hand and hand, a relationship blooming between you. 

- You shared your first kiss after about a week of dating. It may not seem like it but Slater’s actually a pretty nervous dude, at least when it comes to girls, so it took him a bit of time to make a move. 

- The two of you had spent an entire night together and were sitting on a random curb in the early hours of the morning, watching the sun start to rise. You had your head leaning against his shoulder when he placed a tentative hand against your cheek and leaned in.

-  It was short and sweet but it did the trick. After that he was free to kiss you whenever he wanted and you were granted the same privilege. ...Boyfriend and girlfriend.... He was ecstatic. 

- Having long, deep and sometimes rambling conversations. There’s no stopping once the two of you start, you can hop from one subject to the next in a matter of minutes.

- Handholding. 

- No matter how you’re sitting or laying, he’ll find a way to fall asleep on you. 

- Hugs, just lots and lots of hugs. He always pulls away saying that you smell good.

- Braiding his hair, he loves it and he’s hardly afraid to admit it.

“Hey do you think you could like, do one of those twirly things to my hair?”

- Sometimes he’ll just randomly come over to you and hand you a flower he found, they’re usually just dandelions and other weeds but you think it’s adorable.

- Cutting class together. 

- Sitting outside the school with him every morning and during breaks. His friends will usually come and join you.

- Letting him copy your homework.

- You either get high with him or just have to deal with a stoned boyfriend sometimes.

- Leaning your head on his shoulder whenever you’re standing/sitting with each other. It always makes him really happy but he can’t figure out why. (It’s because you’re proving to everyone around you that you’re together and showing him that you actually like him.)

- Late night snack runs.

- The two of you are constantly sharing food with each other, and he’s constantly stealing food off your plate like you wouldn’t just give him one of whatever you’re eating.

- Since he’s usually not too sober during parties, he rarely realizes that whoever is talking to you is actually flirting with you. He’s pretty laidback regardless though so he doesn’t get too upset over it. He usually just lets you do what you have to do, waiting for you to excuse yourself from the situation on your own.

- Finger guns, just constant finger guns. 

- If you don’t smoke, he does try to refrain from doing so whenever you’re planning to hang out. Being around you is fun enough without the weed and he “wants to be a good boyfriend” even if you assure him it doesn’t really bother you.

- Comedy movie marathons. 

- Concert dates. 

- Dancing with him to your favorite songs.

- Driving around with him and his friends.

- Double dates with Pickford and Michelle. You hang out together constantly. 

- Keeping a lighter and an extra hair tie on you in case he needs one.

- He tries to impress you whenever he can even if the things he’s trying to impress you with are somewhat made up. They aren’t outright lies just... little exaggerations, that’s all. 

- He’s honestly really caring and sweet, always checking in with you to see if you’re having fun or if you’re okay wherever the two of you go. 

- He’s very happy that he can officially brag to Don about how girls do in fact want to hear “check ya later”. 

- He laughs at all your jokes, whether that’s because he genuinely thinks you’re funny or because he’s just a little bit stoned is anyone’s guess. 

- Getting told little scary stories and cautionary tales. He thinks it’s fun to try and spook you a little bit. 

- Sitting on top of cars and stargazing/watching the sunset together.

- For someone who gets blazed a lot, he sure remembers a lot. Your birthday, anniversary, favorite color, animal, that movie you wanted to see; nothing slips his mind, especially when it comes to you. 

- To be fair, I don’t think Slater gets high constantly, we just saw him on the last day of school and while he was attending a party. So don’t worry, you won’t have a constantly baked boyfriend. 

- Watching Saturday morning cartoons together.

- You cuddle hugging each other. You usually wind up with your face pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped loosely around you. 

- Wearing his shirts.

- Talking about conspiracy theories and other weird shit. 

- Lets be honest here, your parents probably don’t like him. He’s a long haired hippie who wears weed shirts, not exactly the kind of person most people want their daughters hanging around, especially people who were teenagers in the 50′s. 

- Cheap but fun dates. He rarely has much money so the two of you find different inexpensive ways to entertain yourselves.

- Slater’s a very friendly person even if most people don’t give him the time of day. He could have a conversation with just about anyone so you’ll sometimes just have to wait for him to finish talking to whichever random person he’s become friends with.

- A lot of the time the two of you just do your own thing while enjoying each other’s company. You both agree that you don’t have to be doing something together, it’s just nice to have each other around.

- Innocent affection, you’ll learn pretty early on in your relationship that he’s a big softie.

- Holding his cigarettes for him whenever he has to do something, i.e. tie his shoelace, fix his hat, show something off, etc.

- Slater simply vibes too much to fight with you. The two of you have, maybe, gotten into two arguments during your relationship and small ones at that. They’re those little whisper “fights” that couples get into when one of them is unknowingly doing something wrong.

- Spontaneous dates/hangouts. Out of nowhere he’ll decide he wants to do something specific and you’ll just go along with it.

- He’s a clumsy boy, sometimes you’ll just pretend you didn’t see him trip as to not embarrass him.

- It’s hard to be in a bad mood when you’re with him. He’s adorable, animated and hilarious; it’s like hanging out with a cartoon character. 

- A true feminist. You’re a strong independent woman and he loves you. You inspire him, he’s so proud.

- He tells you he loves you constantly and he means it from the bottom of his heart. 

- Behind every good man is a woman and he wants you to keep on being his for the rest of time. 

[steve-harringtons-lover]

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

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

Requests can be made on my page

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[snarkwrites]

so, i have come with an idea that came from watching the deleted scenes from dazed and confused. slater has stated that “it’s about quality, not quantity”. and when i tell you my mind had a field day with that🥵🥵whew! the man totally fucks and knows how to make it amazing, i just know it! - ❤️

AHHH OMFG THAT LINE. It invokes so many thots within me. So many, holy shit. And here you are, blessing me with a chance to play out these thots of mine. I love you so so so so so so much, angel.

Let's take this a step further shall we? How about Slater... deflowering a virgin... Mhm. I'm going there. Same reader/you from the last Ron Slater ask, btw. This should be fun af.

LIFE EDIT: This is kind of an alternate take. Kind of a what if Ron x you blew off the party at the moon tower and went back to have a little fun at his place all fucking night instead... So. yeahhh.

Warnings:

Sexual content ; oral sex, male giving... If you're not 18+ this post ain't for you, keep it moving, kiddos. If you choose to stay after this warning, that's your choice.

TAGGING:

@chasingeverybreakingwave - bc Ron fucking Slater, bb. And I love you and I wanted you to see this, lmaooo. I may be one step closer to caving in and doing 'the thing'.

@twistnet - Bc I love you and our talks ahh.. inspired this.

OTHER STUFF:

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Ron Slater & first time;

Things were getting a little heated. The tension between you two couldn't get any thicker if you tried to make it so. His hands were literally all over you. You had two hickies already and there was absolutely no way you were hiding either of them later and you fucking loved it...

The discussion in Pickford's car turned to sex for whatever reason and Dawson, as per usual, was being a dick. When Ron popped off at Dawson about preferring quality over quantity, it had you conflicted because see... You were still a virgin. So you figured that given you knew for a fact that Ron wasn't, this alone would rule you out.

And the way it kind of invaded your brain and got to you, that had you a little nervous. Had you bitten off more than you could chew? What if things went further and you were really bad in bed? And then, another thought... a bigger one, might I add, that hit you with the force of a speeding car at a brick wall...

,, Wait a minute... I'm actually thinking about sex with him. No, I've made up my mind. I want him. If I'm gonna do this, it's gonna be with him. Nobody else." the thought took over. You were so caught up in the realization that yes, you absolutely wanted to give up your virginity to Ron Slater that you failed to miss when he nudged you and asked you if you agreed. But as soon as you realized, you decided you better just get the truth out there and do it now.

"I wouldn't know actually, kind of still a virgin." you answered, shrugging it off because in the grand scheme of things, it really didn't matter at all.

When Dawson nearly choked on his beer and Ron swallowed hard, fixing his eyes on you as he bit his lip and seemed to get lost in his own thoughts for a few seconds, you cleared your throat, speaking up to provide your own input, "But if I were picking a side here, yeah. I'd have to say I'd want quality over quantity. Nobody wants it to last all night when the guy doesn't know what the fuck he's doing, right?" you gave Dawson a pointed smirk as you said it, almost mocking him for his earlier statement about Ron and not being past the sniffing butts stage when it came to the ladies.

Dawson mimicked you before turning to face the front of the car again and once he had turned his back, you flipped him off.

Beside you, Ron was staring. You could feel his eyes as they fixed on you. Looking you up and down. Almost as if he were puzzled by what you'd admitted.

"A virgin, sweetheart?" Ron's breath was warm against your ear. A shiver passed through your body and you bit down on your lip as his hand settled on your bare thigh. Squeezing. Moving slowly up the insides and making you barely able to stop a whimper. You locked eyes with him and nodded, swallowing hard as you did so. Leaning in to whisper quietly, "It's not like it's a bad thing."

"Oh, it definitely ain't." Ron answered. His hand crept just a little higher. His breath caught in his throat and under the glow of a passing streetlamp shining through the back glass as the car passed beneath it, you could see the way his pupils were darkened. The way he licked his lips as he continued to fuck you with his eyes.

,, okay, since he's not weirded out..." your brain chimed in. And before you could stop yourself, you were whispering against the shell of his ear again, "But.. I'm looking to change that." as your hand drifted down, settling over the way he strained at his jeans already. He shifted around as covertly as possible, bucking himself against your hand. He panted against your ear in response, "You are, huh? Thinkin about anybody in particular, sweetheart? Because I know a guy..." he pulled away, tongue dragging slowly over his lips. Your breath caught in your throat because as he did this, his hand crept up the insides of your thighs even higher and settled palm down against soaked fabric. Squeezing your throbbing sex and almost making you moan as you rocked against his hand clumsily.

"You do, hm? What if I said you were the one I had in mind?" you ghosted your palm over the way his cock twitched, straining even tighter against his jeans.

He bit back a moan, just barely. Bucked himself upward against your moving hand. Managing to pant against the shell of your ear a frenzied warning. "When I get you alone, sweetheart... Fuck." as the movement of your palm over the bulge sped up clumsily.

"Stop the car, man!" Ron practically yelled it out at Pickford and Pickford slammed on the brakes next to a little yellow house. Very cookie cutter. Once the car was stopped, Ron was punching the back of Dawson's seat. "Lemme out, man. I, uh.. I forgot somethin in my room earlier. You wanna come in with me, princess?" he gazed back at you and you nodded. Your panties flooding all over again as the slick pooled and coated the insides of your thighs. Dawson got out to let Ron out and Ron leaned back into the car, scooping you out. Taking off at a laughing run towards the side of the house.

Putting your back against the side of the house as he stopped next to a window. His hands all over you and your legs circling his waist as his mouth dove against yours. Slowly. Deliberately. Kisses so deep that you almost forgot where you ended and he began, let alone remembering to breathe properly. Just when you were starting to get lightheaded, he broke the kiss, pulling away to stare at you.

The hunger in his eyes was something you'd never seen before. Ever. He bit his lip and nodded to the window. "I'm gonna have t' put you through my window, darlin. Don't wanna hear my ma bitchin..."

You nodded. Taking a shaky and deep breath. Your heart was racing. Your stomach was flipping and flopping lazily. You laughed softly, grabbing him by the chin and pulling his mouth back against yours. "Don't you want me, baby?"

"Fuck yeah." he chuckled into the kiss. After a few seconds, the two of you managed to tumble through his open bedroom window and the second you had, all bets were off. His hands were tugging your shirt up over your head and then they were all over you and you were trying to pull off his shirt as your back hit the mattress and he followed your body down. Propping on an elbow as he settled on his side beside you in the bed, staring down at you. In awe. Open adoration and desire.

"We're not makin it to the party tonight, darlin." and you whimpered at his words, taking a few deep breaths. "That's fine with me."

"I just really wanna take my time with you." he mumbled as he positioned himself between your legs, capturing both of your hands above your head in one of his own, his mouth crashing against yours, straying from it to ghost down your neck. Teeth scraping against skin. Tugging. Leaving little bites behind as he muttered huskily against it, "Fuck." and rocked himself right into you.

You raised one of your hands, shakily going for the button on his jeans and he rose up, slipping off the bed. Letting his jeans pool at his ankles. Giving his thick cock a pump or two as he stared down at you hungrily. Licking his lips real slow as he sank down. Working his way up your body, his hand disappearing between the two of you so he could work the buttons on your cut offs free. Tugging them down slowly, a smile playing at his lips when you came alive beneath him because the way he was touching you was all new and completely overwhelming to you. And he absolutely loved that thought.

He went for your bra next and by instinct, you threw your arms up. An attempt to cover yourself. He shook his head, reaching up to lower your arms. A throaty growl escaping his mouth as it dove against yours and his hands moved down to your hips. Hooking in the thin bands of your underwear. Working those down your lower body and marveling at how wet you were for him already. He raised your legs up to his shoulder and locked eyes with you.

"You're so fuckin pretty, angel. So fuckin pretty." his breath tickled your skin as his mouth worked up your leg. That thick tongue making you grip the blanket on his bed before he was even anywhere close to where you wanted him most. As soon as his eyes settled on your slickened thighs, he gazed up at you. Eyes filled with lust. When his tongue dragged over the inside of your thigh and you felt him stop.. sink his teeth into your skin to leave another mark behind, you reached down, fingers tangling in long dark hair. Trying to guide his mouth.

One of his hands settled on your hip and he rolled his tongue over your dripping center. Sucking in a breath and then exhaling. The way it felt cool against your skin had goosebumps forming over your body and he muttered lazily against your sex, "Fuck you're so wet. So fuckin wet. Kinda makes me wanna stay buried down here all night."

"Fuck." you moaned out, back arching away from the mattress as his tongue and fingers slipped into your tight hole, stretching you out. Getting you ready for everything he planned to do to you tonight.

As his tongue twisted and curled and kept the same pace as his fingers, you moaned. Struggled to breath on more than one occasion. Tried to remember that his mother was in the house and you had to at least try to be quiet.

But something told you that Ron Slater was about to make you staying quiet harder than you'd ever imagine...That tonight was going to be a very long and very fun night.

[sanriolvr777]

Hi! I'm new to the Tumblr writing scene. I came here because I saw a lack of Ron Slater writing on here. So I decided to change that. If you want to write something requests are open. I write for all the characters in Dazed and Confused. I may write for more movies and shows in the future.

[80s4life]

We Have Time

Word Count: 1,554

Status: Suggested!

Ask: can i request something for mitch kramer? (dazed and confused)anything pls im desperate🙁

**ADDITIONAL INFO** mm it could be anything really!! either like. what it would be like dating him, or when they meet on the last day of school at the emporium & she’s like woodersons little sophomore sister?

@: a wonderful anon that will forever be mysterious!

Fandom: Dazed And Confused 1903

Relationship: Mitch Kramer x Wooderson!Reader

Summary: The beginning of summer break opens up new opportunities: discovering new things, meeting new people, and making new memories. Only, this summer seems to sparkle a little brighter, meeting a boy that makes your heart to somersaults.

Warnings: fluff, alcohol and marijuana consumption, teen romance (reader is turning 17 soon, Mitch is 16), sexual allusions (Slater and Pink trying to make something happen), language

Masterlist Dazed And Confused Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary​ @tangledcopperstrands​

{gif is not mine, credits go to @dazed-and-confused-appreciation​}

Being David Wooderson’s younger sister has its perks...amongst many downsides. To list just a few, you know a lot of the older kids at your school, do shit you’re legally not advised to, and are invited or know of any or all parties happening and when. And, being a sophomore, you have personally been able to master your drink taste and the types of parties you truly enjoy: fruity drinks that match the heat of the summer parties yet to come. 

Hitching a ride on the back of a truck with Jodi, Simone, and Michelle, you all gossip and compliment each other’s outfits, going over the endless possibilities for the summer as the school year officially ends this year. Michelle and Jodi were clad in bell bottoms and short tops, Simone settling for a classic tee and jeans, while you basked in the summer air with simple bell bottoms, a nice belt, boots, a cropped tank, and a button-down shirt tied in case of the night getting on the chillier side.

Finally, parking on the curb beside numerous other cars, you confidently make your way into the Emporium, eyes grazing over the multitude of sexed up men and women, and of course, the newly recruited teens coming of age.

“There she is! The life of the party!” Don slings an arm around your shoulders, lightly tugging your head into his abdomen to scruff up your hair.

Pulling on his coveralls, you jab at his stomach, giggling as you make out of his head lock. Groaning, he lets up with a struggled smirk, straightening up quickly when Pink, Slater, and Benny come stumbling in the billiard, already a bit tipsy.

Slater’s eyes catch yours, making a smoking motion with a clumsy smile, walking up to you for a hug. “How’s you going, Tiny?”

“I’m pretty good, can’t say much about you though, huh?”

“What? I’m living my best life.”

You laugh, about ready to get in a tit-for-tat with Slater before a younger boy, not much younger than you, comes crashing through the Emporium’s entrance, Fred right on his heels.

“Hide me! Hide me! Hide me!” he yells, accidentally knocking into you, which throws you off balance and on the floor beside Pink’s feet.

“I’m gonna knock your teeth in, you Skimpy Pile of-!” Fred screams, being held back by Pink, who’s nicely patted your shoulder as he helped you up, and Don, who just wanted to get one drink in before shit hits the fan.

“O’Bannion! You better have good reason for throwing my ass on the floor!”

Instantly, Fred stops struggling, looking you dead in the eyes with a twinge of fear. “I don’t need one.”

“Oh hell yeah you do,” you warn, standing up to him despite your height difference, “That’s Jodi’s kid brother.”

“I know, that’s what made the chase more fun,” he gives you a shit-eating grin, “Then he slashed my tires when I was chasin’ him through the fucking woods!”

“Yeah, alright, I’ve heard enough. Turn your ass around before I beat ya with your own board alright, O’Bannion?”

Standing for a few seconds more, he goes to say something else, but settles for muttering “bitch” as he storms off, going to mess with someone else, claiming “he wasted his time.”

Turning around with a small flustered smile, you do a curtsy as the group of boys cheer you on. “Stop it,” you flush, crouching back down to meet the eyes of the boy that’s been running around the whole neighborhood, “You alright?”

Staring at you blankly, he comes at a loss of words as he takes in your beauty. Finally he stutters after a moment of silence, looking you up and down sheepishly, “U-uh yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I could’ve handled him on my own. I mean, I have been handling him all day. But, thanks?” he boasts, taking your hand as you offer it.

“Of course you did. Anyway, if you have a problem with him, just tell me. My brother will handle him if I won’t,” you grin.

Grinning back, he mutters an, “Okay,” as Pink and Slater take him away, going to get him some beer.

Don, silently watching your gaze, giggles as he notices the two of you still staring even after a great distance was put between you two, “You might wanna wipe that drool before someone mistakes you for a toddler.”

“Wh- I am not drooling! I’m just making sure he’s okay! He’s been chased by O’Bannion since school broke out!”

“Mhmm. Well, in that case, there’s nothing to worry about then since he didn’t get beat.”

“Exactly. I was just checking.”

“Alrighty then!” he concludes, giggling as he takes a swig of beer and join the group of boys in question.

After a few moments of talking, the boys leave the Emporium completely, leaving you to clear your head and enjoy the night. You are not crushing on a little boy, you silently scold yourself. But, the fact was, he wasn’t a little boy. If he was a kid, then you were, no matter the year difference that makes you “superior.”

After some time spent playing pool, dancing, flirting, drinking, and trying to get Wooderson out of trouble, you finally crash down on a discarded couch, catching your breath. The break only lasts a second, unfortunately, as you feel a force plop itself on the other end of the rickety cushions.

Lifting your hand from covering your eyes, you dart them to your left for a split second, doing a double-take as you realize who’d shown up. “H-hi,” you stutter, initial shock masking any further discussion.

“Hi,” Mitch smiles, a little more confident than he had when he first met you. “You wanna go somewhere more private?” he asks, checking over his shoulder at Slater and Don, winking at them.

Lightly grasping his cheek, you turn his head back around, “I would, but that’s if I don’t have to share a room with them,” you smirk.

He coughs as his cheeks turn red, “Well yeah...”

“Come on,” you chuckle, grabbing his hand and leading him up the flight of stairs, finding a desolate room, and ducking into it with a lock on the door. 

Twirling slowly, you plop yourself on the bed tiredly, Mitch still standing stiffly at the door. “I ain’t gonna bite ya, besides, what they don’t know don’t hurt them out there.”

Silently, Mitch makes his way over, lightly filling the spot on the bed beside you, laying on his back and staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. Catching the expression, you groan, “What did they tell you?”

“W- Well- Nothing.”

“Oh no, did they tell you to try and score?” you sit up, shivering in disgust.

“Yeah, they told me that’s how to be a real man.”

You smile sarcastically then turn to Mitch seriously, “Hey, you don’t need to have sex to be a man, okay? If there’s anything my parents taught me, it’s that the right man won’t pressure you, the right time will come naturally... Are you a virgin, Mitch?”

His face flushes a deep red again, going to scratch his neck out of habit. You don’t need him to answer to know, “Don’t worry, so am I. And quite frankly, I’d be more comfortable keeping it that way for a while.” The room goes completely silent for around 10 minutes before you pipe up again, “If you want, it’s been long enough for your first time to be up,” you smirk, “So, if you want, you can leave and say we did it. It’ll ease both of our pressure. Or, we could stay here a little longer and just get to know each other. I’m fine with either.”

Exhaling deeply, Mitch’s whole body goes lax, “I’d like to get to know you,” he smiles, turning on his side to face you and you do the same.

Now it’s your turn to blush, “That sounds nice.”

For the rest of the night, you stay holed up in the bedroom just passing time talking, telling stories of your early childhood, and just generic things like your interests. You’d found Mitch to be quite the talkative and humorous type after getting comfortable, and Mitch was more than delighted to hear your silky, natural laugh. He found it adorable, or in more context, you adorable.

There was lots of hand holding and soft kisses on the nose, forehead, and cheek. And by the first signs of the sun peeking through the blinds, you kissed his lips sweetly, walking him up to his doorstep in hopes of seeing him again, “If you don’t get killed, do you want to hang out on Wednesday?”

“Hell yeah,” he smiles broadly, “How about a movie at the drive-in?”

“It sounds like a date, Mitch,” you grinned, blowing an air kiss as you make your way back to the sidewalk. 

“Definitely,” he whispers, watching you disappear before entering the house. I’m gonna marry her one day.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

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

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

JD

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)