#beck oliver imagine

[storiesforallfandoms]

junker ~ beck oliver;victorious

word count: 2011

request?: no

description: after her car breaks down in front of the dreamy boy’s house, he helps her to fix it

pairing: beck oliver x female!reader

warnings: swearing, one mention of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

“No,” you said to yourself as your car began to slow. “No, no, no!”

You hit your steering wheel in frustration as the car came to a stop in the middle of the road.

This wasn’t the first time you had encountered issues with your shitty excuse for a car. It was definitely because the car was older than your parents. It was a miracle it even started in the first place, which, to be fair, it didn’t most of the time. You had no idea what your parents were thinking in buying you this hunk of junk to be your first car. They didn’t have to buy you a brand new sports car or anything, but they could’ve gotten you something from this decade at least.

You got out o the car to inspect what had happened. You opened the hood of the car and inspected inside. You couldn’t tell if anything was off because it all just looked the same to you. There was probably something, but you weren't exactly knowledgeable on cars.

You exclaimed in frustration and kicked the wheel, followed by a string of expletives as pain exploded from your toes.

“Car troubles?”

You turned to see a boy around your age stood at the end of a driveway.

“It just stopped,” you said. “I have no idea what’s wrong with it.”

You sighed, running a hand over your face as you realized how screwed you were. You were a few blocks away from home, so walking wasn’t necessarily off the table, but it would take you a while to get home. Not to mention you had no idea how you’d get the car back to your place, or off the road at all.

“Here, bring it into my driveway,” the boy said. “I’ll take a look at it.”

“How are we gonna get it into your driveway? It’s like...dead dead.”

He approached the car, taking a quick glance at the still open hood before reaching to close it. “Put it in neutral. I’ll push, you can steer.”

You weren’t sure if that sounded like a good idea - one person pushing a car on their own didn’t seem super doable - but you had no other choices. So, you got back into your car, waiting for him to get in place, then shifted the car into neutral. You started turning the wheel, shifting the car towards the driveway. It took a while, but eventually the two of you had managed to get the car into his driveway. You put it back in park as he came around to pop the hood again.

“I’m Beck, by the way,” he said as you got out of your car.

“(Y/N),” you responded. “Thanks for the help. I thought I was screwed.”

“Why are you driving a junker like this? It must be like, a century old.”

“My parents got it for me when I got my license. Something about wanting to get an older car as my first one until I learn responsibility, I guess?”

“So they gave you a rolling death trap?”

You scoffed. “Yeah, basically. I bet they’ll regret that now.”

Beck leaned in to get a better look at something. “When did they buy it?”

You shrugged. “A few weeks ago, I think.”

“Well, they’ll definitely regret however much money they wasted on this thing. It’s completely dead.”

Your eyes widened. “What?!”

Beck stood back up. “There’s not a single thing that works in this thing now. Engine is toast, battery zapped, starting motor gone. It’s a wonder this thing ever worked in the first place.”

You let out a long groan. As if your luck couldn’t get any worse. What were you supposed to do now without a car? You couldn’t go back to relying on your parents to drive you everywhere, and you certainly were not about to start taking the bus to school again.

“Do you have a phone?” Beck asked.

“It’s dead,” you said. “I was on my way home anyways, I thought I’d be fine.”

“Listen, mine is in my RV. You can use it to call your parents if you want.”

You eyed the silver RV in the yard. “You live in there? When there’s...a house?”

He chuckled. “I prefer to be on my own. The RV was the only compromise my parents would come to. If you’d rather not come in, I understand. I can bring my phone out instead if it would make you more comfortable.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. It’s starting to get dark, so it’s probably best if I wait inside instead of out here while it gets cold.”

Beck nodded for you to follow him into his trailer. It was a decent size, big enough for one person living there. It was also evident that a teenage boy lived there given the mess. Beck must’ve noticed, too, because he quickly started picking up dirty clothes and laundry from the floor, mumbling something about ignoring the mess. You quietly giggled to yourself.

Beck passed you his phone. You sat down on his couch and dialed your mom’s number first. It rang for a long time before an automated message told you she was away from the phone. You hung up and tried your dad’s number, only to have the same outcome. You rolled your eyes and hung up, handing the phone back to Beck.

“They must be busy,” you said. “God, this sucks. What am I going to do?”

Beck sat down next to you. He was close enough to you that you could feel his shoulder brushing against yours. You were suddenly very aware of your situation: alone in a trailer with a boy who was incredibly cute. A broke down car, no way to get home until your parents answered your calls. You shuffled awkwardly in your seat, looking down at your lap when looking into Beck’s eyes became too much.

“I could drive you home,” he offered. “Then, when your parents are home, you can tell them what happened and where the car is. Then they can decide if they want to come get it, or they can leave it here and I can salvage whatever parts I can from it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You think there’s anything salvageable from that car?”

“Well...the tires.”

You both laughed. You knew you should be getting home, but part of you also didn’t want to leave yet. Sure, you would still see Beck again whenever your parents decided to come get the car - if they decided to come get the car - but after that you may never see him again. He wasn’t familiar to you, and you were sure you’d remember someone like Beck at your school, so that meant he went to a different school. The likeliness of you two ever crossing paths again were incredibly slim.

But you also couldn’t just invite yourself into his place to stay for a while. You were still a stranger to him, and him to you technically. And you probably should get home so you could charge your phone, just so your parents didn’t start freaking out if they tried to call you and couldn’t get through.

So, you took Beck’s offer and followed him to his car. It was definitely a lot nicer than your old piece of junk. You were almost embarrassed that he had to see what you were driving before. The one silver lining to this whole situation was that your parents might actually buy you a good car after all of this.

You knew it was going to be a short ride to your house, so you had to make the most of it. You looked over at Beck and asked, “So, what school do you go to?”

“Hollywood Arts,” he responded.

“Oh! So that’s why I haven’t seen you around. You’re too busy becoming a big star.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so. Trying to, at least. I’m not a singer like most of the people who attend that school. I’m trying to become an actor after I graduate.”

“Hey, the world needs actors. That doesn’t sound like an impossible dream to achieve.”

He shrugged. You felt like the conversation was drifting away, and you desperately wanted it to keep going.

“I do appreciate what you did for me,” you said. “Most people in LA probably would’ve driven right past me and wished me luck.”

“I couldn’t let you just stay there stranded right in front of my place,” he said. “What kind of a guy would I be if I didn’t offer the pretty girl some help?”

Your face immediately burned at his compliment. You quickly looked away so he wouldn’t see how flustered you were.

“Still, I appreciate it,” you said. “And the ride home. I probably could’ve walked, come to think of it.”

“No way. I wasn’t going to let you walk when I have a perfectly good car that could’ve driven you home.”

“Don’t rub it in.”

He chuckled. You noticed the car slowing to a stop, and when you looked up you saw that you were in front of your house. You almost deflated with disappointment. Your time with Beck was finally, and unfortunately, coming to an end. There was no way you’d be able to see him again, you were sure of that. It was already pretty clear the both of you wouldn’t be running into each other at schooling events, unless you managed to make it out to a performance at Hollywood Arts that Beck just so happened to be starring in.

“This is me,” you said, trying to keep the sadness from your voice.

“So it is,” Beck said with a nod.

You looked down at your lap, trying to stall as much as possible. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know how I can repay you for all of this.”

“You don’t have to.”

“What if I wanted to? I mean, surely there’s something else I could do or give you as a way of saying thanks. Something more than that lump of junk that’s still sat in your driveway.”

He made a face. “No, that’s a terrible thank you gift actually.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m saying I want to give you an actual thank you gift.”

He thought for a moment and you waited patiently for his answer. Finally, he looked back at you and said, “There is something you could give me.”

“What is it?”

“Your number.”

He was holding his phone out to you. You looked from his phone up to his face. You were almost sure this wasn’t real, that you were hallucinating that this was happening. But the longer it took for you to take Beck’s phone and put your number in it, the more his face was starting to show worry. As if you were about to turn him down.

“Yes!” you finally blurted. “I mean...yeah. Yeah, I can...I can do that.”

He seemed amused by your flusteredness. You quickly took his phone and typed in your name and number before handing it back to him.

“You better get your phone charged,” he said. “Otherwise, how am I supposed to try and plan a date with you?”

Oh, he smooth.

You wanted to say something back that was equally as smooth, but you were at a loss for words. Instead, you just nodded your head for a long time, like a crazy person, before finally saying goodbye for real and getting out of his car. You could feel him watching you as you walked up to your front door and let yourself in. He didn’t leave until the door closed behind you, and even then he waited for you to lock it and turn on the light over the door.

Once you were alone, you leaned back against the door and you couldn’t stop the wide smile that broke out across your face.

Okay, at least there were two silver linings to that stupid thing breaking down.

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine Beck and Jade supporting you when you perform

"You could at least clap for the other performers," Beck whispers into Jade's ear as his girlfriend lays her head on his shoulder while leaning against him. The two watch the person onstage finish their number with a flourish and a big smile. The crowd around them burst into applause as some yelled out their support for the performer and cheered loudly while the latter took their bow. Though Beck did not know them, he still clapped politely; Jade made no such move. Instead, she crossed her arm and stared blankly at the stage.

"Why?" Jade lifts her head and turns to Beck, the frown on her face obvious. "I don't care about their performance and I don't want people to think that I do."

"Because it's the polite thing to do." He gestured to the people around them. "They're performing in front of a crowd. It's a big deal."

"They're at a performing arts school. They're in the wrong place if they're afraid of being in front of a crowd." Jade shrugs, eyes darting to the stage when she hears the host announce you as the next performer. She sits up, eyes immediately finding you coming out of the wings of the stage and a small smile appears on her face. "I'm here for [Name]."

[prismatica-the-strange]

Send me some wacky situations to put the Hollywood Arts gang in?

[infiniteimaginings]

ok I had this idea for a beck oliver x fem!reader where like her parents are out of town or something and she goes to becks and like she gets nightmares pretty frequently about her most loved and trusted people hurting her and like he calms her down and just hurt/comfort (current hyperfixation is beck oliver if you couldn't tell lmao)

Nightmares (Beck Oliver x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You spend the night with your boyfriend. He finds out about your nightmares and comforts your through it. Pronouns: You/Yours Warnings: When she wakes up from her dream it's described like a panic attack Word Count: 1.3k A/N: I get you I get you, hyperfixations go brrr. I do not specify what the nightmares are about but it can be inferred from the request, I just prefer not to go into detail on it.

Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night that you were going to sleep at your boyfriends, and you were extremely nervous.

You’ve been to his home before, you weren’t nervous because of that. Your hands weren’t shaking because of where he lived, because it was a new place, or anything like that. You were nervous because you had never slept over with your boyfriend before. Due to that, he didn’t know how you slept, what you did at night, etc.

You stood at your locker, toying with your bag within it as you chewed on your lip slightly. You tried to take a few deep breaths to prepare yourself. There were only a few more minutes before Beck, your boyfriend, would be at your locker to drive you to his place.

What you didn’t notice was someone sneaking up behind you lightly. The person held onto your shoulders and shook you a bit, “You awake girl?” The person asked, laughing a bit when you jumped.

You turned around with a hand gripping your chest. You swallowed harshly, rolling your eyes as you sighed in relief when you noticed it was just André.

The boy held his stomach, relaxing himself after his prolonged laughter. “Someone’s jumpy, you alright?” He asked, opening his locker that was next to yours.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You spoke quietly, nodding as you grabbed your bag, closing your locker.

André looked you up and down suspiciously with a raised brow, “You don’t look fine.” He stated, closing his own locker, backpack on his shoulder. “Come on, spill it.” He told you, facing you now.

You puffed air out of your cheeks before groaning, “I’m sleeping at Becks tonight.”

The boy across from you nodded, waiting for you to say more before he suddenly hummed sympathetically. “You know they don’t have that dog anymore right?” He asked you, putting a hand on your shoulder gently. “They got rid of it the night Jade put it in their trailer, last year.” He reminded you with a small reassuring smile.

You nodded, “I know, it’s…not about the dog.” You told him honestly, shoulders drooping down. 

“Then, what is it about?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, looking down, “I don’t sleep well at night, and so…” You trailed off, messing with the fabric of your shirt.

The brown haired boy mumbled a small ‘oh’ before patting your shoulder gently. “It’s hard alone, right?” He asked you, and you of course nodded since you only ever had to deal with it by yourself. “Just remember that you won’t be alone tonight, Beck will be there.

You couldn’t respond to André, not only because you were slightly at a loss for words, but because you felt arms wrap around your waist. 

“Hey.” You heard the word whisper into your ear, a face pressed into the crook of your neck.

You felt your face flush and you couldn’t help the smile that spread onto your face. You held the hands that wrapped around you and leaned into the body behind you, “Hi.” You responded, turning your head to meet the eyes of your boyfriend.

André put his hands up and turned around, “See you guys later!” He called out, not wanting to be alone with the couple.

Beck and you waved goodbye to your friend with a laugh and soon turned to one another.

“You ready?” Beck asked you softly, eyes shining as he admired you, hand stroking your cheek.

You took a deep breath and nodded, lacing his hand with yours. “I’m ready.” You told him, pulling your bag up with your other hand to show him you were all packed up and prepared.

Beck kissed your forehead, placing his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked out of Hollywood Arts to his car.

Night came quickly, far too quickly for you. It was late, Beck had already gotten ready and was waiting for you in his bed. 

You stood in his bathroom, calming your breaths and splashing your face with water. You looked up at your reflection with tired eyes and sighed, “It’ll be okay.” You mumbled to yourself, “Beck is here, so it’ll be okay.” You tried to remind yourself.

After a while you finally escaped your mind enough to exit the bathroom, your face dry, teeth brushed, breathing pattern calm.

You walked to Becks bedroom and got under the covers, facing him.

He noticed you were now in bed with him, so he placed his phone on the side table, the room filling with darkness as he did so. He scooted close to you, wrapping his arm around you, kissing your forehead gently before whispering “Goodnight.” 

You whispered back a repetition of his words and closed your eyes, falling asleep to the sound of Beck's breathing evening out and his gentle heartbeat.

It was okay, you were okay, everything was okay. You kept trying to repeat that to yourself but it kept getting worse. You could feel your heart beating faster, you were losing your breath, you felt the sweat dripping from your forehead, and worst of all you felt like you couldn’t wake up. You tried to open your eyes, but you couldn’t. You tried to move, but you couldn’t. You tried to yell for someone, anyone, but you couldn’t.

It was black, pitch darkness, and you couldn’t get out of it. You could never get out of it.

You felt something new though, like your body was shaking. That was typical, but it was the way your body was shaking, left and right, with so much force as if someone was pushing you around.

Someone was, Beck was. 

Your eyes snapped open, your body sat upright, your hand went straight to your chest, and your breaths were so quick you couldn’t catch up. You choked out a sob and felt the warm tears stream down your face. You couldn’t see anything, why couldn’t you see anything?

“Baby?” You heard a voice from next to you, filled with worry, filled with concern, cracked from…fear? 

You looked over and saw Beck staring at you with eyes wide open. When he noticed you were looking at him, he leaned over and turned on the light, you could see his disheveled appearance, you know you looked no better. 

You wanted to explain, but your throat felt so closed, like you needed to claw at it in order to let anything out. You could only shake your head and continue to cry.

Beck didn’t speak, he just moved closer to you and pulled you to his chest. His arm wrapped around you, his free hand smoothing the top of your head. He placed his cheek on the top of your head with his hand and began to rock, “It’s okay.” He whispered to you as you continued to cry, “I’m here, I’m right here.” 

He didn’t ask you any questions, not even when you stopped crying. He didn’t ask you what happened, what the dream was about, how you dealt with it before. When you stopped crying, looking at him with puffy red eyes, he placed gentle kisses on them as you closed them. He laid down with you, placing your head to his chest, his hand rubbing circles into your back.

Beck didn’t expect you to explain yourself, and he didn’t say anything to push you. He just laid down with you and showed you that he was real, and those nightmares weren’t.

Your boyfriend held you through the entire night, keeping you close to him, whispering reassuring words as you drifted to sleep. It was all new to you, but it was so comforting that you felt you could actually sleep the rest of the night.

Something that also was new, was that your boyfriend left the light on for you. So you could see when you woke up, so you wouldn’t be scared, so you’d be able to see where you were more clearly.

You might’ve still had nightmares, but at least you could go back to sleep after them now.

[nightingale2004]

Victorious next gen: Beck x Jade vers.

Damien Nolan Oliver West

Faceclaim: Felix Mallard

Damien is the son of famous award winning actor Beck Oliver and the famous director, screenwriter, and filmmaker Jade West

Damien also has an older sister in college named Janessa

When Jade and Oliver first graduated from Hollywood arts, they were married a few years shortly after that, along with getting into their careers.

But when Janessa and Damien were kids, they officially filed for divorce, and Beck gained custody over the kids

Damiens's older sister attends college to become a doctor while Damien is in Hollywood arts

Damien has a love for poetry, acting, film, photography, and creative writing

Damien creates the most strange yet beautiful stories and poems, but he never shows it to anyone but his mom or sister

Despite living with his dad, he visits his mom a lot and is pretty much the only one (other than Tori and Beck) to help calm her down when she's spiraling

Loves both his parents but hates seeing them fight

He has a black pitbull dog named Buster that his parents gave him for his 10th birthday

Huge dog person

Likes to take charge....A LOT

He mostly takes after his dad, but his dark side shows a lot which comes straight from his mother

Loves watching his mother's movies

Has a soft spot for the Vega family

He and Melody are besties

Talks with his sister a lot or tries to talk with her when he doesn't want to talk with anyone else

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+ Robbie x Cat vers.

Evangeline Mia Shapiro Valentine

Faceclaim: Abby Ryder Fortson

Evangeline is the daughter of famous comedian and minor musician Robbie Shapiro and famous award winning singer and actress Cat Valentine

Evangeline goes by Eva, Angel, Angie, or Mia for short

She is the youngest in the group and attends Hollywood arts

She has most of her father's looks, but she has her mother eyes

When Eva was old enough, she put in red streaks in her hair to match her mother's hair color when she was younger

Rex creeps her out a bit but at the same time, he makes her smile and laugh a lot

Everyone loves Eva and are completely soft for her, even their kids

She also inherited her father's intelligence.

She has a love for acting and singing and is always looking to improve

Like her mom, she also has a Bibble addiction

She is a ray of sunshine and she loves it

Loves making people happy

Doesn't know a lot about her mom's family, but she has met her uncle on many occasions when Cat would call him for favors or help him to the hospital

She only wears glasses to read (she's far sighted)

[actually-phoenix]

The poly experience is trying to date the entire love triangle

[homeschooled-hermit]

Y'all already know this probably but Jade seems to get more deranged when Beck isn't around.

[blahblahblees]

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀─── victorious masterlist

tori vega

none

andre harris

dating andre harris college au (from oxangejuice)

beck oliver

none

jade west

dating jade west headcanon (from oxangejuice)

robby shapiro

none

cat valentine

none

trina vega

none

[obviousflirtations]

I’m opening up requests! I’m in a bit of a writing slump and this usually helps me!

I wrote for various fandoms:

- Teen Wolf

- Vampire Diaries

- Victorious

- Voltron

If you want it as a song imagine/one shot let me know! If you have a specific song for it send it too!

[venerawrites]

Headcanon When Itachi is sick and his s/o is taking care of him

author's note: stupid me missed the part where it said it was headcanons request, so I started writing it as a drabble 😭 Anyway, I fixed it, so I really hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for requesting! <3

Itachi is probably one of the most stubborn men in the Naruto universe. In his mind, he is made to care for and protect those close to him, even if at the expense of his own well-being.

He hates making people around him worry, and especially his s/o. It is bad enough that they are constantly stressed by him being part of Akatsuki and Sasuke seeking his revenge, they do not need additional reasons to worry.

With that being said, Itachi's first instinct once he gets sick is to simply stay away. He never gives a time by when he must be back from a mission, so this easily gives him 2-3 days to rest and get back on his feet before he visits his lover.

As a ninja who travelled all over the world and survived some of the harshest weather conditions, the Uchiha rarely got sick. It happened once every few years, but when it did - it was BAD.

Maybe it was the constant cold rain in Amegakure or the poison arrow with which one of the village's guards managed to hit him (or maybe even both), but just a day after he and Kisame left, he found himself so weak and tired, his teammate had to carry him all the back.

Not wanting to bring him back to the base, the first place Kisame thought of was Itachi's s/o's house.

I've said before that I always imagined Itachi with someone who lives in a remote cottage and is either a herb gatherer or somehow knowledgeable when it comes to natural medicine.

One glance at the black-haired shinobi was enough for them to understand he must have caught the flu or some type of virus. Thankfully, they knew exactly what he needed and wouldn't waste even a minute, before grabbing their coat and running to the nearby village to buy some medical ingredients that were missing in their kitchen.

His s/o would totally pamper him like a baby, despite Itachi's protests and claims that "he is fine".

They would make all his medicine by scratch every single day till he gets better. Most of the time it took the form of either a paste or a tea, which they served with his meal.

If they have any medical ninjutsu knowledge, they will use it to ease his symptoms, but I doubt they will be that good to heal him completely.

Itachi would constantly huff about it, but he secretly loved the cozy space his partner managed to create using all the available pillows/blankets they found in their house.

As I said above, this man is very stubborn, so inevitably there will be some small arguments during that time. Mainly they were started by Itachi, who claimed he was feeling fine now (despite his pale face and loud cough), and finished by his s/o, who would always end up physically restraining him on the bed by laying next to him and hugging him.

In order to make sure he doesn't get up and move too much, his s/o would spend the majority of their day by his side. Reading books to him, telling him stories, playing board games, sometimes even gossiping... They will do anything to engage his mind and keep him distracted from the idea of trying to do stuff on his own.

Something he won't fight, however, is his s/o's massages. They would work on his aching muscles every single night, relieving the pain and the stress his body was feeling. Not only he love the feeling of his partner's hands on him, but it also greatly helps him relax and fall asleep.

With all of this treatment, it won't take long for Itachi to be back on his feet and spoil his s/o as reward for the good care they provided to him.

cc artwork: Oliver Beck

[storiesforallfandoms]

Masterlist 3!

Here’s the third masterlist for all of my works! If you want to check out more of my work, here’s the links for masterlist one and masterlist two Imagines marked * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked ` are requests! Imagines marked ⭐ are personal favorites!

IMAGINES

STRANGER THINGS small ~ jim hopper` dance with me ~ eddie munson ⭐ starry night ~ steve harrington* (part five) ⭐ at the hip ~ steve harrington` ⭐ triple date ~ steve harrington (part six) ⭐ the freak ~ steve harrington (part seven) ⭐ oblivious ~ eddie munson ⭐ jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson ⭐ this is music ~ eddie munson` ⭐

SUPERNATURAL strange human feelings ~ castiel` cleaning ~ dean winchester`

HANNIBAL into fiction` sob story ~ hannibal lecter

THE BOYS obsession ~ billy butcher* ⭐ herogasm ~ soldier boy* ⭐ alone on christmas ~ billy butcher can’t get too close ~ billy butcher ⭐ change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher ⭐ the bad room ~ homelander ⭐

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY life father ~ diego hargreeves` rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves’ ⭐

THE LAST OF US (HBO) friendly neighbors ~ joel miller ⭐ too sweet ~ joel miller

BARRY attraction ~ barry berkman` treat him better ~ barry berkman

AMERICAN HORROR STORY late night sins ~ xavier plympton (1984)*`

VICTORIOUS lost dog ~ tori vega` junker ~ beck oliver

HEMLOCK GROVE i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey ⭐

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES roses are red ~ damon salvatore` ⭐

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH captive ~ blackbeard/ed teach ⭐

PEAKY BLINDERS moved on ~ thomas shelby

FUTURE MAN winner ~ josh futturman* ⭐

GAME OF THRONES littlest lion ~ oberyn martell (part one) ⭐ freedom ~ oberyn martell (part two) ⭐

THE WITCHER destiny ~ geralt of rivia

DOCTOR WHO looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor ⭐

BRIDGERTON by the lake ~ benedict bridgerton

THE GENTLEMEN the assistant ~ raymond smith ⭐

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN spirit of nature ~ jack sparrow`

THE MAZE RUNNER i’ll keep you safe ~ newt`

MARVEL how things are now ~ marc spector and steven grant` ⭐ kneel ~ loki* the most wonderful time ~ bucky barnes fast ~ pietro maximoff ⭐

1917 early morning ~ will schofield*`

THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez ⭐

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S i need someone older ~ william afton ⭐ the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt

SALTBURN new toy ~ felix catton ⭐ partners ~ oliver quick ⭐

THE SANTA CLAUSE santa’s sister-in-law ~ bernard the elf

8 MILE one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr ⭐

THE FALL GUY the space cowboy and the pa ~ tom ryder

A QUIET PLACE i’d find you in any life ~ eric ⭐

GLADIATOR II betrothed ~ emperor geta ⭐

PETE DAVIDSON your gift` favoritism`

HARRY STYLES the perfect tree a star in the making` sleepy head`

MACHINE GUN KELLY baby mama` ⭐ my queen*` getting your attention*` all the mistakes` not what it looks like` can’t keep doing this*`

EMINEM may the best artist win*` too close for comfort` ⭐ when it’s wrong but it feels right` in the dressing room*` he’s acting different` we have to stop meeting like this` every inch*` let’s surprise the world` i’m sorry i let you down`

GOODGUYFITZ wake up call*`

CORPSE HUSBAND letting go` they forgot` ⭐

ASHTON IRWIN home life` cover me*`

CONAN GRAY pushing`

MATTHEW LILLARD accidental drunk confessions`

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE feeling good*`

ALEX TURNER more than a song*` ⭐

BO BURNHAM can’t handle this right now ⭐ look at me*`

KRISTEN STEWART special customer`

TARON EGERTON he already has my approval ⭐

ROBERT PATTINSON my favorite superhero

GERARD WAY good girl*`

GWILYM LEE history repeats itself`

RYAN GOSLING play date`

JOSEPH QUINN bad idea, right? ⭐

RANBOO fluffy haired gamer boy`

JACOB ELORDI height advantage`

MOTLEY CRUE she is mine ~ mick mars`

CHRIS EVANS not used to normal` ⭐

SWAGGERSOULS our next step`

JSCHLATT too far ⭐ the hotel room* ⭐

JOHNNY DEPP just for us`

TRAVIS BARKER the parent trap`

SHIPS

family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy`

HEADCANONS

showing pedro pascal fan edits ⭐ sitting on jschlatt’s lap ⭐

NSFW ALPHABET

rook (jp capellette)*` eddie munson* ⭐ billy butcher* ⭐

[bigfan-fanfic]

Yo! Coming atcha from my 22nd birthday! Not a particularly important event but still fun for me!

So. How might some of our favorite gentlemen try to make an effort on this particular day? Feel free to be generous with details!

Arthur?

Clark?

Percy?

Oliver?

Bruce?

Happy, happy, happiest of birthdays to you, my friend!

Arthur... private island birthday sound nice? Arthur will swim you out at incredible speed to a gorgeous uninhabited island for a day of relaxation. Some massages with his massive hands, he'll teach you how to body surf, and make out with you on the beach. Bring sunscreen!

Clark is the kind of guy who's not really one for surprises, so you know he's setting up a party for you, with your favorite kind of birthday treat and the most chill family and friends - whether it's a small gathering or a bigger one, Clark knows how to let you have a good time without stress.

Percy is not great with planning, but he really does love you. He'll realize on the day that he has nothing prepared and goes to get you a cake and some candy and wake you up with kisses. He'll be at your beck and call all day and just give you all the affection you could handle.

Oliver is going to go ham. No amount of money he can reasonably spend in one day is going to make a noticeable difference in his personal funds, and so he's going to throw a birthday bash. Celebrity entertainers, party favors, a dinner catered by multiple Michelin star winning chefs, and anything else you could even imagine wanting.

Bruce has already likely thrown a gala in your honor for appearances, but for your actual private celebration, he clears the Manor and commits to remaining with you for a full 24 hours, not even going out to be Batman, and he is yours for whatever you wish that whole time.

[thelaurenshippen]

On the last episode of TCT! - to reply to your tag question, the sort of thing I saw on AO3 were like, canon divergence Caleb Dies, summaries mentioning Oliver/Mark/Caleb/Adam etc being really messed up by everything happened so I was just worried lol. I knew there’d probably be a happy ending but I just wasn’t quite sure how you’d get there!

Also one thing I really love about TCT is that it’s so easy to make side characters feel one-note or just supporters, especially when said side characters are in sequel/spinoff exclusive but I think you guys did an amazing job of making Caitlin, Sadie, Frankie and Ben feel like real people with their own lives and concerns that relate to but aren’t exclusive to Caleb and Adam’s whole thing. Also Beck being Marley!!! I was literally quivering in my chair when I figured it out and then it got CONFIRMED in the same episode!!!

Oh and you don’t know if but we’ve actually conversed elsewhere - I’m the one who’s been emailing you about transcript typos :)) thank you again for everything and I’m so glad my asks made you happy! I may or may not have also started writing my own audio drama semi-based off atypical stuff (but Definitely based off the flow and style of TBS!) as of… 3 hours ago? We’ll see what happens to it though

ohhhh oh my GOD can you imagine if TCT ended with Caleb dying. wow. that would have been WILD.

and thank you so much for saying that about the side characters! I loved writing them so much and the actors we cast brought so much beautiful life to them :)

ahhhhhh THANK YOU for pointing out the typos!!!! you have been SO helpful!! and I am absolutely thrilled to hear you're working on your own stuff - I can't wait to hear what you make!!

[t-305tv]

Imagine this in a Victorious reboot episode. It the force wedding of Jade and Beck and Jade says the wrong name at the alter.

Something like this

Priest: Do you Jade West take thee Beck Oliver to be your husband

Jade: I take thee Tori...

Every gets shocked but not surprised

Tori to someone random: do you think I should go up there?

Hours later you see Tori and Jade in bed making out.

Something similar to Friends Ross' and Emily's wedding when Ross said the wrong name.

If you want to uses this in a story or make it into one you can.

[floatinghijabi]

eric

i know it's wrong

but i still cling to your memory

and your grey hairs and inquisitive stare

your olive eyes framed by palm leaf lines

and that rare smile you flash

if you dare to do so

i know it's wrong but

your callous exterior yet vibrant being,

all wrapped into a crisp suit and tie,

still tugs at my heart, becking me to unravel your mystery

as you're weighed down by your satchel filled with lies.

i know it's wrong to see you in that light

as you go from class to class in your shiny new shoes

so perfect like the fall of your strands of styled hair

and ironed linens

i know it's wrong to think we were more than our dynamic

set up by an institution so known for its corruption

saving its face with deception, and title, and rank.

i know it's wrong to believe in a future together

but i still cling to it as if it has already passed.

i cannot help but think i have imagined the beginning again

and your inquisitive stare was merely a searing gaze,

as you overflow, enraged,

remembering a past regret.

and so,

history repeats

[pleinsdemuses]

𝑾𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺 👀

Frank Castle x Karen Page

Frank Castle x Natasha Romanoff

Joel Miller x Maggie Rhee Smith

Joel Miller x Alicia Clark

Grant Ward x Daisy Johnson

Marc Spector x Lara Croft (a Moon Knight x Tomb raider crossover omg)

Marc Spector x Katherine Pierce

Brock Rumlow x Sinthea (ofc ofc my fav toxic couple)

Brock Rumlow x Sharon Carter

Bucky Barnes x Brock Rumlow

Bucky Barnes x Dominika Egorova

John Wick x Dominika Egorova

John Wick x Natasha Romanoff (just imagine these two meeting on a mission)

Leo Barnes x Sidney Prescott (where he is her bodyguard in Scream 👀)

Dr Chris Beck x Ellen Ripley (in an Alien verse)

Shane Walsh x Judith Grimes

Aleksander Morozova x Mary Stuart

Aleksander Morozova x Morgana Pendragon

Aleksander Morozova x Yennefer of Vengerberg

Geralt of rivia x Daenerys Targaryen

Loki x Lady Sif

Loki x Yennefer of Vengerberg

Loki x Morgana Pendragon

Dean Winchester x Katherine Pierce

Dean Winchester x Rebekah Mikaelson

Billy Russo x Harley Quinn

Ragnar Lothbrok x Lagertha

Rollo x Gilsa

Jamie Fraser x Claire Beauchamp

Rick Grimes x Claire Redfield

Leon Kennedy x Claire Redfield

Yennefer of vengerberg x Stephen Strange

Darcy Lewis x Stephen Strange

Jane & Loki

Katniss Everdeen x Oliver Queen

Yennefer of vengerberg x Daemon Targaryen

Most wanted | Muse list.