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Camila//limpet

Request: Camila mendes x reader where r is clingy and cami loves to tease about it.

hey! thank you for reading! sorry i keep coming back and then going again. i know its a shitty thing to do but i really don’t know what i’m doing in my life at the minute and writing seems to be the thing that gets ignored while i’m trying to get my life back together again. but i am gonna try, and it may be slow at first, i may not stay, but i can at least try you know? if i don’t see you’s before, have a good new year everyone! 

- Okay so 

- From day one, Cami knew you were clingy 

- I mean the day you met 

- She went in for a handshake and you hugged her 

- She was surprised at first 

- I mean this was a complete stranger hugging her 

- But the weight of your arms around her did make her feel oddly calm 

- Despite the very real fact that you could be a stalker or a murderer or both 

- But then you quickly introduced yourself 

- A timid smile on your face as you pull away 

- And try your hardest not to show how embarrassed you are that you’ve literally just hugged someone as soon as you met them

- But she laughs 

- A shy giggle that sets a couple of butterflies free in your stomach 

- And that really sets the precedent for the rest of your lives 

- Because after that day 

- There’s not a day goes by where you’re not touching her

- Or just next to her

- Every morning you hug her and give her some coffee 

- And it feels like you can’t go more than a few hours without seeing her 

- It just feels like there’s an ache in your chest that gets bigger and bigger the longer she’s away from you 

- She just makes you feel safe 

- And although she’ll never admit it to anyone 

- Cami feels the same way 

- From the first day she met you 

- She knew she never wanted to be far from you 

- Because you made her feel safe within the first few seconds of meeting her 

- And you look at her like she created the entire universe and everything in it

- You make her laugh 

- And bring her coffee in the morning when she really needs it 

- Even though she never asks 

- And most of all you make her feel something she’s never felt before 

- Or at least something she’s never allowed herself to feel properly 

- But with you it’s okay 

- And as the days turns into weeks and then months 

- She feels herself craving more of your attention 

- Not that she would say that out loud 

- Because when your fingers brush over her skin 

- Or when you hug her 

- Or lean into her after KJ has told a stupid joke 

- You’re laughter infecting the rest of the cast and crew 

- And making pride fill in her chest for reasons still unbeknownst to her 

- She finds herself feeling her entire body set itself on fire

- And she craves for more

- And the clinginess only gets worse when the two of you eventually stop avoiding your feelings 

- And finally get together 

- Because as soon as you’ve made it official 

- Your hands in hers 

- Giving it gentle squeezes as a reassurance that you’re not going anywhere 

- And she’s glad of it 

- Because she’s waited a year to feel you properly against her 

- And she isn’t going to let you go anytime soon 

- Anytime you’re together 

- You’re constantly finding a way to touch her 

- During interviews 

- Your fingers will brush against hers 

- And the two of you will have to fight blushes off your cheeks

- It become so obvious in the end 

- That after every interview 

- ‘#cami’sshadow’ trends every single time 

- And when you try and distance yourself from her 

- Like suggest you sit apart for the next few interviews 

- Or maybe not post about each other for a little while 

- She gives you a look as if to tell you that she doesn’t care

- She wants you this close to her 

- She wants to feel the softness of your skin against hers 

- In whatever way you’ll allow 

- She’s the luckiest girl in the world to be the recipient of your sometimes over the top affection.

- When you’re hanging out with friends 

- You’ll wrap an arm around her waist and she’ll have to hide the smile that always tries to sneak its way onto her lips 

- Because she knows 

- As soon as she looks at you 

- She’ll melt 

- And then she’ll never hear the end of it from any of her friends 

- And yeah 

- They tease the two of you 

- But it just makes you do it more 

- As soon as one of them make a comment 

- You’ll shuffle closer to her 

- And lean your head on her shoulder 

- Pressing gentle kisses to her cheek and neck 

- ‘oh god, we’re never gonna pry them apart tonight’ 

- ‘shut up, it’s not my fault she finds me irresistible’ 

- ‘yeah, okay, this hug is over now.’ 

- ‘rude’ 

- And when you’re friends aren’t teasing you 

- It’s her 

- With a playful roll of her eyes when you stare at her with wide eyes and a pout because you want a cuddle 

- Or for her to play with your hair 

- Or to just hold your hand 

- Even if you are sat next to each other on her couch watching TV and scrolling through your phones 

- You just want to feel her near

- So she coo’s and tells you how adorable you are 

- And then teases you even more when a heat creeks up your neck and over your cheek while you drop her gaze or bury your head in her shoulder 

- She gives you the affectionate name of ‘limpet’ 

- Which when your friends pick up on 

- You get teased for even more 

- However Cami quickly tells them to chose another name 

- Because you’re her limpet 

- Not theirs 

- And she wouldn’t want you any other way 

[fandomnerd9602]

Hi, can I get another Son of John Wick x Veronica Lodge?

Y/N Wick fires off his gun…

Veronica: amateur

Y/N: care to start a little bet?

Veronica: loser springs for room service

Y/N sets up a target and hits a near bullseye…

Veronica grabs the Pit Viper and shoots, a perfect bullseye…

Y/N: I want to marry you

Veronica holds up a coin…

Veronica: for the ring

[wlw-imagines]

Inevitable - Camila Mendes/Reader

prompt: "Hello! Maybe something where reader joined the riverdale cast and her and Camila Mendes gets close?? Like they flirt every day and after a while they start dating? Thanks💋" - anon

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed!! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing  

Your relationship with Camila had started out as a strange one. You were clearly bound to be friends from the moment you met when you joined the RIverdale cast for Season 2. The idea of joining a cast that had already bonded terrified you but she had welcomed you with open arms and always spent her spare time with you.

At first you had thought she was just one of those extra friendly people, her and Lili always mentioned how they got on so well from the beginning, but your friendship wasn't really like that. At least not in your eyes.

That may have been because you had very quickly developed feelings for the girl. Your relationship had quickly become a flirtatious one, only fuelling your feelings. But you were sure that for her it was only ever going to be a friendship - flirting with one another was only a competition of who could be the bigger flirt. You were convinced she would never feel the same as you did.

You were walking across the car park to the set for your first filming, the costume you were wearing already felt like home and the friends you were with already felt like family. You were all joking together when you were distracted by a distant wolf whistle.

Looking up, you noticed Camila standing in the direction you were walking towards. Once she noticed you were looking again she wolf whistled again and you could just about see her wiggling her eyebrows with a cheeky grin.

You looked behind you, slightly confused, "Who's she-?" Madeleine laughed and hung her arm around your shoulders and Lili smirked. "What?"

"You just got cat-called by Cami, congrats." Lili squeezed you lightly, “She means well. It must be her horny teen way of flirting, I think.”

"Who... with me?" The two nodded, laughing. "Huh?" You glanced at Camila again who was still looking at you but obviously attempting to pretend not to.

Lili looked between the two of you and let out a small gasp, "Are you guys dating?"

"What? No!" You shook your head. You'd only known each other just under a month, not that that had stopped you falling half in love with the girl.

"Well, I'm calling it. It's happening." She shrugged as if you no longer had a say in the matter any longer, it was fate. You just shook your head and rolled your eyes before heading on set.

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It had been three weeks since you had started filming with the cast of Riverdale and you were glad to say that your character hadn't been murdered off just yet, hopefully insinuating that they liked you.

You had really settled in at this point, having to spend hours in makeup helped forge your friendships with the crew and spending even longer with your fellow actors behind the scenes meant you were as close as could be. It was strange how quickly you could make friends when you were together 24/7 in their highs and lows.

Right now was one of your lows.

You were in makeup, it was 4:20 in the morning and you wouldn't exactly say you were elated to be there. Michelle, the woman who worked on your makeup, had made your life as cheerful as it could be at such an early hour. Even so, when you had to look in the wall mirror in front of your chair, you'd immediately noticed the bed hair and dark circles under your eyes. Michelle had her work cut out for her today.

And talking about Michelle, she had disappeared. She had told you where she was going but you were definitely not concentrating. So you were kind of surprised that when you heard someone come up behind you, it wasn't Michelle but Camila standing there.

"Looking hot Y/N." You looked at Camila in time to see her wink at you, already in full make-up and her cheerleading costume. Not for the first time since meeting her, you felt the butterflies in your stomach but shook them off and jokingly rolled your eyes.

"Right back at you Mendes." You attempt to wink back but since you were still half asleep you failed miserably, causing the other girl to throw her head back and let out a loud laugh.

She came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your shoulders so you were both looking at each other in the mirror. "You know, I think you're cute... so I mean this in the most loving, supportive way but- you actually look slightly like death. You sleep okay?"

"Mhmm," You nodded, not wanting to delve into a deep discussion about your sleeping issues. It did, however, make your heart skip a beat to see Camila look genuinely concerned for you, but before she had the chance to push further you moved the conversation on, "I mean, obviously I would have slept better if you were by my side."

The corners of her mouth twitched upwards as she shook her head and softly said "You're welcome to join me any time". She stood there for a moment, just looking at you before taking a deep breath and unwrapping her arms from you and straightening up, "I'll see you on set Y/N."

"Yep, see you." You gave a small wave but was quickly distracted by Michelle reappearing out of the storage cupboard. And so began the torturous session of hair being styled, lips being painted and eyelashes being curled (it was never ending).

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Moments like these were some of your favourites. You had reached the end of filming for the second season and so most of the cast were hanging out at Madeleine and Lili's as an end of season party. You had bought in a load of pizzas and KJ had brought alcohol. A lot of alcohol. You all took this as an opportunity to chill out, gossip and just let your hair down.

It didn't take anyone long to get way too drunk, everyone apart from Camila and Lili who seemed to be making sure no one set the apartment (or themselves) on fire.

"Camila." You smiled as you fell down next to her on the sofa, "You look very sober."

She smiled and looked at you, and if you were sober you would definitely have managed to notice the heart eyes she had when looking at you. Drunk you just thought you were hallucinating. "And you are very drunk. Come on, I'm taking you to a bed." She stood up and helped you up as well, holding you close to her to keep you steady.

"At least take me on a date first." You laughed, swaying dangerously close to her lips.

She raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly, "Mhmm, maybe tomorrow."

You nodded, seemed a fair enough deal, "I'm holding you to that."

"I'm not so sure you'll remember." She opened the door to Madeleine's room (Madeleine was already passed out on another sofa) and placed you on the bed, "Wait here, I'll get you some water." Camila walked out and you let yourself fall back on the bed and closed your eyes. In no time at all, Camila was back with a plastic cup of cold water. She helped you sit up and drink some before relaxing slightly, her protective side showing ever so slightly.

You glanced at your water and then to the girl sitting next to you before smiling a very drunk smile, "Okay, okay. Cam, what's your opinion on water?" She took one look at you and shook her head, laughing.

"Oh god, this isn't your attempt at drunk flirting, is it?"

Nearly tipping your glass of water, you tried rolling your eyes before putting your hand on her knee, "Just answer the question, dumbass."

She cleared her throat and licked her lips, looking down at your hand before answering, "Alright, I, uh, I like water. It's good. Why?"

"Because, that means you like 80% of me."

Her face broke out in a smile and she kissed your temple (although that may have been something you also hallucinated in a drunken haze) "Oh babe, I like 100% of you." She moved some hair out of your face and took the glass of water away, putting it on the bedside table. "Come on, let's get you into bed." She stood you up again and begun to unbutton your trousers.

'Woah, woah, woah. Stranger danger." You mumbled, squirming away.

"Y/N? I'm not trying anything, I'm just-"

"Nope."

"You'll be uncomfortable sleeping in your jeans, I'm just-"

"Away!"

"You are such a pain, get in bed." Giving in, Camila forced you under the duvet and was about to leave when you pulled her in next to you.

"Good night Cam." You mumbled, wrapping your arms around her. She was about to protest when she looked at you and suddenly couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be.

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It had been a few months since you had seen your friends and cast members. You had been completely absorbed with your latest project working on Supergirl and hadn't managed to see anyone. That was until you started the press run for Riverdale. AKA days of interviews, comic con panels, photoshoots. Doing all this only reminded you of how much you were in love with Camila. You were hardly able to look away from her in any interview.

It took until the very end of your press tour to decide to confess. You were tired, in love, and ever so slightly drunk when you knocked on her hotel door.

Camila opened the door and looked suitably surprised to see you. She opened her mouth to say something but you interrupted her. "I've just realised something." You stared at her, taking everything about her in. This made you pause long enough that she spoke up.

"It's 2am, you're either drunk or you've finally realised that you're completely and totally in love with me." She smirked slightly but you didn’t miss the slight way her eyes dulled. You grinned and stepped (swayed) closer to her.

"Yeah."

Rolling her eyes, she gave you a fond look and pulled you into her room, closing the door behind you. "Right, I'll get you some water. Come on, I-"

"What? Why would I need water for- oh, no. I'm... It's not the drunk option. Although I did have a bit of liquid courage before with the guys at the bar to get me to-" You stopped yourself from rambling and shook your head. "I love you Camila."

Her hands became still as she looked at you, her mouth hanging open slightly in shock and her eyebrows raised. She blinked a couple of times before she cleared her throat and forced a smile. "You're drunk, kind of reminds me of the end of season party." She shook her head, "You don't mean that. Or you won't in the morning." She bowed her head, distracting herself by fixing you up a glass of water, making it look like a much harder job than it really was.

You frowned at her reaction, not quite expecting that from her. You didn't truly know what it meant but you stepped forwards, taking the glass out of her hands and turning the tap off. Putting both hands under her chin, you softly pushed her chin up so she was looking at you.

"Camila, it has taken me way too long to say this.. but, I love you. And that really isn't alcohol talking." Softly but surely you placed your lips on hers, finally doing what you should have done months ago.

Camila pulled away and smiled, keeping her arms around you and your body close to hers, "Y/N? I love you too."

[philcollinsenjoyer]

in a lot of ways the closest we got to lesbian fight club was do revenge

[marie-swriting]

Plus Qu'une Amitié - Shawn Mendes

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Résumé : Tu es amie avec Shawn, mais il t'a embrassé alors que tu es en couple. Tu essayes de l'éviter pour ne pas te perdre dans tes sentiments.

Warnings : Angst, tromperie en quelque sorte, fin mignonne, dites-moi si j'ai loupé d'autres warnings !

Nombre de mots : 1.5K

Version Wattpad

Version anglaise sur Tumblr

Chanson qui m'a inspiré : Bad Kind Of Butterlies par Camila Cabello

- Shawn, je t'en prie, arrête de m'appeler, je chuchote à mon téléphone.

- S'il te plaît, écoute moi avant de raccrocher. Je m'excuse, je ne voulais pas faire ça, je ne sais pas pourquoi je t'ai embrassé. S'il te plaît, crois moi quand je te dis que je ne veux pas que notre amitié change, me supplie-t-il.

- Elle a changé au moment où tu as posé tes lèvres sur les miennes, je murmure avec dureté

- Y/N, s'il te plaît, tente-t-il de me retenir.

- Laisse moi du temps.

    À peine ai-je raccroché que Dean, mon petit-ami, rentre dans le salon, le bol de pop-corn dans les mains. J'essaye de ne pas paraître déstabilisée face à l'appel de Shawn, même si c'est compliqué. Le geste qu'il a eu envers moi la semaine dernière m'a plus que perturbé. Je ne pensais pas que je réagirais comme ça à son touché. J'ai beau essayé, je ne peux oublier la sensation de ses lèvres sur les miennes. Mais je ne peux également oublier la culpabilité que je ressens quand je vois le visage angélique de Dean. Nous sommes en couple depuis un an et je l'aime. Tout va bien pour nous deux. Enfin, jusqu'au geste de Shawn.

- Tu étais au téléphone avec qui ? Me demande-t-il.

- Avec ma mère, elle voulait me dire qu'il y avait Si je reste à la télé, à peine ce mensonge sorti de mes lèvres, je sens mon ventre se tordre de culpabilité.

- Tu veux qu'on regarde ça, ce soir, comme c'est ton film préféré ?

- Je l'ai en DVD, on le regardera un autre jour.

- Tu es sûre ?

- Oui. On va pas changer de film à la dernière minute, je rigole en tentant de cacher ma nervosité. On avait dit qu'on regarderait ton film préféré, pas le mien, alors lance Fast and Furious.

- Comme tu veux, chérie, dit Dean avant de m'embrasser.

    Sans surprise, je n'ai pas réussi à me concentrer sur le film plus d'une minute. Ce genre de film n'est pas celui que je regarde d'habitude et mes pensées sont toutes dirigées vers la même personne. Shawn. On est amis depuis six ans. Je suis la cousine de son meilleur ami, Brian, donc j'ai vite été amené à le rencontrer. Le courant est bien passé entre Shawn et moi. On est de bons amis. 

    Enfin, c'est ce que je pensais avant la semaine dernière. Je ne sais pas vraiment pourquoi, mais Shawn m'a embrassé et depuis ce moment, je n'arrête pas de penser à lui et à ses lèvres. J'ai honte de ce que j'ai ressenti pendant ce baiser. Je suis avec Dean et pourtant je ne peux pas m'enlever Shawn de la tête. Quand il m'a embrassé, j'ai ressenti des papillons dans mon ventre et quand je parle à Dean, j'en ressens également, mais ça n'a rien à voir avec de l'amour, c'est parce que je culpabilise de penser autant à Shawn et de ressentir les bons papillons avec celui qui est censé être mon ami. Je suis une horrible personne.

- Y/N, ça va ? Questionne Dean en me sortant de mes pensées.

- Oui, je vais bien. Pourquoi ?

- Tu avais l'air perdu dans tes pensées.

- Désolée, je réfléchissais à quelque chose, rien d'important, ne t'inquiète pas.

    J'ai honte de lui mentir aussi facilement. Il ne se doute de rien, il me fait confiance et je le trahis. Comment puis-je lui faire ça ? Il a toujours été là pour moi depuis que l'on s'est rencontrés en dernière année de lycée, après son déménagement à Toronto, et comment je le remercie ? En pensant à un autre homme que lui.

    Il faut vraiment que j'arrête de ressasser ce qu'il s'est passé avec Shawn. Je dois oublier ce qui s'est passé et lui dire de ne plus le refaire parce que j'aime Dean. Je ne peux pas me permettre de me retrouver dans une situation où je devrais choisir car je ne pourrais pas, dans tous les cas je perdrais quelqu'un et je ne veux pas que ça se passe comme ça.

    Les vibrations de mon téléphone me coupe dans mes pensées. Je regarde discrètement qui m'a envoyé un SMS. Bien évidemment, c'est Shawn.

Message de Shawn, 23h02 :

Je ne veux pas perdre mon amitié avec toi. On a qu'à oublier ce qui s'est passé. Je ne sais même pas ce qu'il m'a pris.

Je lui réponds en faisant attention à ce que Dean ne me voit pas.

Message à Shawn, 23h04 :

On oublie tout. Tu es mon ami et je ne veux pas te perdre non plus, mais laisse moi encore quelques jours, s'il te plaît.

    Une semaine est passée et c'est de pire en pire. Je suis de plus en plus distraite et je m'éloigne de plus en plus de Dean. Je ne suis plus capable de le regarder dans les yeux. Je sais qu'il sent qu'il se passe quelque chose, mais je ne peux pas l'en empêcher. Je ne sais pas comment l'en empêcher. J'ai essayé du mieux que je pouvais, mais je dois me rendre à l'évidence, c'est devenu plus qu'une amitié avec Shawn. Mais je ne veux pas perdre Dean. Malheureusement, je sais que je vais en perdre un, si ce n'est les deux.

- Il faut qu'on parle, Y/N, déclare mon petit-ami. Ça ne peut plus continuer. Je vois bien que tu t'éloignes de moi et ça me tue de voir que je te perds doucement. Qu'est-ce qu'il se passe ? Tu sais que tu peux tout me dire. On peut arranger les choses, me rassure-t-il.

Je n'ai pas la force de me battre, alors je rends les armes directement.

- Je dois t'avouer quelque chose, dis-je, en ne le regardant pas dans les yeux. S'il te plaît, assieds-toi à côté de moi.

- Y/N, tu me fais peur.

- Je comprendrais si tu me détestes après ce que je vais dire. Je suis perdue, Dean, j'avoue d'un coup, les larmes déjà aux yeux. Je t'aime, mais je veux quelqu'un d'autre. Et je ne sais pas quoi faire car je ne veux pas te perdre, ni toi, ni lui.

- Comment ça ? Qui c'est cet autre gars ?

- Il m'a embrassé et depuis je ne peux m'empêcher de penser à lui. J'ai essayé de ne pas y penser car je t'aime, mais c'est devenu plus qu'une amitié avec lui. Et je m'en veux tellement de te faire souffrir. J'ai mon estomac qui se retourne à chaque fois que je te vois car je sais que je te fais du mal. Je te promets que je t'aime Dean.

- Mais pourtant, c'est lui que tu veux. J'arrive pas à y croire ! S'emporte-t-il en se levant. J'ai tout donné dans notre relation et tu veux me larguer pour un mec qui t'a embrassé ? C'est qui ce gars ? Je veux savoir son nom !

- Dean, s'il te..., j'essaye de dire, mais il me coupe.

- Son nom !

- C'est Shawn, je confesse, encore plus honteuse. S'il te plaît, ne lui fais rien. Il s'en veut tellement pour son geste.

- Mais heureusement qu'il a des remords ! Et dire que tu me disais que c'était "juste un ami". J'arrive pas à croire que je te croyais ! s'énerve-t-il en se dirigeant vers la porte d'entrée.

- Où tu vas ?

- Je veux une discussion avec lui.

- Dean, s'il te plaît, je le supplie, en le retenant par le bras. Tu as le droit de me détester, mais ne le blesse pas.

- Et tu le défends en plus ? Il a fichu notre couple en l'air et tu prends sa défense ?! C'est la meilleure ! C'est fini, Y/N, déclare-t-il, durement. Je ne veux plus te voir. Pars.

    Les larmes ruisselantes sur mes joues, je me dirige dans notre ancienne chambre commune et prépare une valise. J'essaye de la faire le plus vite possible malgré mes mains tremblantes. Une quinzaine de minutes plus tard, je suis prête à quitter l'appartement que je partageais avec Dean. Je le retrouve au salon, la tête entre les mains, les épaules bougeant au rythme de ses pleurs. Je l'ai tellement blessé. Je m'en veux tellement. Je le regarde, les joues baignées de larmes. Je n'ose pas dire quelque chose de peur de faire quelque chose de mal, alors je quitte l'appartement en silence, non sans lui lancer un dernier regard. Un an de relation et six mois de vie commune gâchées à cause de moi et de mon égoïsme...

    Je monte dans ma voiture pour me rendre chez celui qui me fait tourner la tête depuis bien trop longtemps. Une fois devant sa porte, je ne sais plus si c'était une bonne idée de venir. Je n'aurais peut-être pas dû le faire. Et s'il ne voulait pas de moi ? Après tout, je lui ai dit que je voulais qu'on reste amis et je me suis éloignée de lui depuis deux semaines. Sur un coup de folie, je sonne à la porte et patiente nerveusement. Il vient ouvrir la porte deux minutes plus tard.

- Y/N ? S'étonne Shawn. Qu'est-ce que tu fais là ?

- Dean a rompu avec moi et je ne sais pas où aller, je dis en désignant ma valise.

- Rentre. Tu peux rester dormir, bien-sûr. Pourquoi vous avez rompu ?

- Je ne pouvais plus me mentir et il voyait que je m'éloignais de lui. Je lui ai tout avoué, j'annonce en ayant de nouveau les larmes aux yeux. Je sais que j'ai dit qu'on était amis et que je voulais qu'on le reste, mais je ne peux m'empêcher de penser au baiser qu'on a partagé.

- Mais, je croyais...

- Je sais, je le coupe, mais c'est parce que je ne voulais pas l'avouer, mais sans que je ne puisse l'expliquer, ça m'a fait réaliser que c'est plus que de l'amitié ce que je ressens pour toi.

- Je voulais que tu me dises ça depuis tant d'années, me dit-il, en caressant ma joue pendant que je souris.

- Et je me suis cachée la vérité pendant tant d'années. Je tiens beaucoup à toi, Shawn, je confesse en me rapprochant de lui.

- Y/N, tu viens de sortir d'une relation, déclare le brun en se reculant doucement. Je ne crois pas qu'on devrait commencer quelque chose maintenant.

- Tu as raison.

- Mais je te promets que je tiens également à toi. On a qu'à attendre, le temps de comprendre tout ce qu'ils nous arrivent réellement et après on verra.

- C'est parfait pour moi.  

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Kendrick Lamar took over this week's Countdown Top 40 for the third non-consecutive week with Not Like Us

Not Like Us - Kendrick Lamar

Dilaw - Maki

A Bar Song (Tipsy) - Shaboozey

Cherry On Top - BINI

Good Luck, Babe! - Chappell Roan

MILLION DOLLAR BABY - Tommy Richman

Guess (feat. Billie Eilish) - Charli xcx

Why Why Why - Shawn Mendes

LIFETIMES - Katy Perry

Tiramisu Cake - We Are the Night

Lucky - Halsey

Paladin Strait - twenty one pilots

Please Please Please - Sabrina Carpenter

Too Sweet - Hozier

WOMAN’S WORLD - Katy Perry

the boy is mine - Ariana Grande

HOT TO GO! - Chappell Roan

360 - Charli xcx

Mamushi (feat. Yuki Chiba) - Megan Thee Stallion

Misteryoso - Cup of Joe

Tough - Quavo & Lana Del Rey

Nasty - Tinashe

I Had Some Help (feat. Morgan Wallen) - Post Malone

CHIHIRO - Billie Eilish

Guy For That (feat. Luke Combs) - Post Malone

MOUNTAINS - Stray Kids

I Love You, I'm Sorry - Gracie Abrams

Did It First - Ice Spice & Central Cee

15 MINUTES - Madison Beer

Houdini - Eminem

Groin - RM

Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter

KING KONG - TREASURE

Cry Baby - Clean Bandit, Anne-Marie & David Guetta

Delusion:All - ONE OK ROCK

Salamin Salamin - BINI

Chanel No. 5 - Camila Cabello

feelslikeimfallinginlove - Coldplay

Wake Up - Imagine Dragons

Whoops - Meghan Trainor

[mischicfd]

someone give me ‘scary crime boss and cute unsuspecting wife…but wait the cute wife will actually be as ruthless as her spouse if pushed? well ofc, who do you think taught her?’

[sanarsi]

Goddess

husband!Oberyn Martell x f!Reader

Summary: Just you and your husband who love each other very much. Warnings: +18, MDNI, soft!dom!Oberyn, unprotected PIV, literally it’s just smut with lots of love (he’s simp) Wordcount: 1,6k An: I don't know, Oberyn is like a ray of sunshine to me. It's a very sweet smut. Lots of his love exactly how I imagine him. Music I worked with: Señorita - Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello

Masterlist

Since you became Mrs. Martell, life had been nothing but kind to you.

Every day was better than the last.

Every day was perfect.

Your husband made sure of that.

Your every wish was fulfilled faster than you could have hoped. Any whim of yours? You didn't have to tell twice. He had already thought about it the previous day. Sometimes you had the feeling that he wasn't real. That in reality you'd wake up in the morning feeling an emptiness in your heart, that it was all a dream.

Yet it was his lips that woke you up every morning.

It was his hands that caressed your skin.

It was his voice that you heard as you began each day.

It was always him.

Oberyn surrounded you with the love he promised you when he put the ring on your finger. He took care of you as he promised when he made his vows. He was faithful to you because he didn't see the world beyond you.

For him, only you existed. Your smile. Your voice. Your laugh.

He believed that you were sent to him by the gods themselves.

That's why you were woken up every day by his whisper.

"Good morning, my queen."

"You glow more than I remember."

“Your skin is softer than yesterday.”

"Your eyes sparkle at the sight of me. Perhaps my queen loves me more than yesterday, hm?"

It was his love that made you the best version of yourself. Smile never left your face for even a second. Happiness filled your body with every little action you made. Every morning he brought you fresh oranges from the garden. Every evening he held you in his arms as you watched the sunset.

Today was no exception. You were pouring two cups of herbs when strong arms wrapped around your waist. You smiled tenderly as his body pressed against yours. Warm lips began to place wet kisses on your shoulder. You sighed in contentment, tilting your head back. His nose ran down your neck, inhaling your scent until he moaned softly against your ear.

"You smell like a flower that only blooms in my garden," he murmured into your ear and placed a gentle kiss on it. He fixed his gaze on your delicate facial features and couldn't resist pulling you in by your chin. Your lips collided in a gentle kiss. His every movement was filled with love. Adoration. True worship.

He gently forced you to turn to face him and his arms immediately pulled you closer. Your hands on his cheeks elicited a groan of pleasure from him. Your lips were soft and sweet like the peaches you ate every day. He loved kissing your lips. He loved feeling your tongue respond shyly to his.

Only with you was he like this. Only you saw his tender and caring side. He was only yours. That's why he tried to be perfect for you.

Just the way you wanted and needed him.

His hands gripped your skin tighter as he held your hips tightly against his. You gasped into his mouth as he worshipped your body with his hands.

Oh he loved touching you.

Every inch of you was perfect to him. Every little imperfection you saw in yourself only made him love you more. Because in his eyes you were flawless.

"I need you closer" he whispered against your lips, tightening his fingers on the material of your dress. "Give yourself to me."

You moaned in response, feeling his hands on your thighs. In one movement, he pulled you up, encircling your hips in a tight embrace. You hugged him tightly, pressing your lips harder against his. The quiet chirping of birds faded into the background as Oberyn slowly made his way to the bedroom.

You gasped as he gently laid you down on the soft sheets. His lips trailed down to your neck, caressing every spot that made your knees go weak. He knew your body by heart. With his eyes closed, he could find every scar, every mole.

His hands slowly began to slide down your body. Oh how he loved the dresses you wore. Only you could look like a queen in rags that barely covered anything. The flowing petticoats hugged every curve of your figure perfectly. And they were even easier to take off. His hands crept under the material to squeeze your tits. Perfect for his hands. You sighed, throwing your head back, giving in to his caresses.

"The gods are crying because they gave you to me," he gasped in your ear, throwing off his shirt. Your hands were immediately on his chest, running over his heated skin. He moaned at your greedy touch. He loved feeling that you desired him.

He couldn't feel more proud than that his wife wanted him.

He bit your neck gently as you unbuttoned his pants. His hands slowly slid down your thighs, revealing more and more. Your dress slid down your hips, revealing your pussy. His fingers dug into your skin right at the junction of your thighs. You moaned and he immediately pressed his lips to yours. He began to drink in your moans as his fingers ran over your wet slit.

"She's waiting for me," he whispered into your mouth, looking with adoration at the pleasure written on your face. He loved watching you when he was giving you pleasure.

He loved watching you when you were giving yourself pleasure.

He generally loved watching you.

"Baby..." you gasped hungrily as his fingers slowly spread the moisture all over your slit. His attention focused on your clit longer each time. He slowly circled it a few times before sliding down to sink his fingers into you. And so on and so forth. Until you cried out in the way he loved. Out of need for him to enter you. A satisfied smirk appeared on his face at the desire in your eyes.

“My beautiful wife… So needy for my cock,” he purred tenderly and pressed a few kisses to your face.

“Oberyn, please…” you whispered, running your hands over his neck and shoulders. You were hungry and he fucking loved it.

He guided his cock to your entrance and ran the tip along the length of your slit a few times. You moaned, digging your fingers into the back of his neck. He watched you as he slowly pushed his cock into you. He gasped as he pushed all the way in.

He loved the way you took him in. You always squeezed against him in greeting. Always polite and gentle. And his cock always responded to her greeting.

Even they loved each other the same as you two.

His hips started working immediately. At the perfect pace. So that you wouldn't stop feeling him for even a moment. And it couldn't be any other way. Because you only felt him. Everywhere. His cock teased your sweet spot, his fingers tightened on your thigh and his mouth attacked yours again. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, but even that wasn't enough. Not just for you.

Oberyn owned you in every way known to man.

You had his last name, you woke up in his arms every day, he made love to you every day.

You were his.

All of you.

But it just wasn't enough.

He wanted to own you in a way known only to the gods. He wanted to possess you. He wanted to have your soul. He was crazy about you. As crazy as you were about him.

His body pressed against yours, leaving no space between you. You panted heavily between each kiss as his hips made perfect movements. The kind that drove you crazy. His fingers tangled in your hair, holding you rigidly to his mouth. He crushed you with his love. You couldn't and wouldn't break free.

"Nothing will take you away from me" he panted feeling his cock hit the very end of your wonderful pussy. “I will burn the whole world if anyone tries.”

You moaned louder, arching under him. You tightened your fingers in his hair, starting to move your hips with him. Closer. Deeper.

“Oberyn…” you moaned through bliss.

“Yes my goddess, worship my name” he growled, speeding up the movements of his hips. His thrusts were always precise. His every move was never accidental. That’s why his cock brushed against your sweet spot every time, forcing a cry from your chest. You locked eyes, panting heavily.

"Will you come for me, my dear?" he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. You immediately nodded.

"Yes," you almost squealed. He smiled, connecting your lips again. His tongue found yours, and his quiet moans sent shivers down your spine. You pulled him closer by the neck, moaning louder and louder into his mouth until you could no longer return his kisses. He rested his forehead against yours, entering you without a moment's respite.

And your orgasm attacked you with an intensity that only existed because of him.

You gasped for air as you experienced each wave of fulfillment that coursed through your body. And Oberyn reveled in how wonderful you felt on his cock. He groaned at the intensity of your coming, and only a few strokes passed before he came deep inside you. He growled thrusting into you a few more times before he froze panting from exhaustion.

Your hands gently stroked his hair and neck making him purr. He looked at you and immediately stole a kiss from your sweet lips that smiled at him blissfully.

[obv10usly]

okay to be perfectly honest, whatever is gonna happen today, i just hope we don't see them kiss. i seriously imagined it and all i could see was the clip of shawn mendes and camila cabello kissing in my head. it's going to be that bad, if not worse, i'm afraid 😔

[ferrstappen]

august l Lando Norris imagine

a/n: Hello! How are you? Did you see the Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello kissing video? I'm shocked. Anywayssss, this is the second installment of The Collection, a complete different note from the long live piece, but I hope you like it <3 feedback and likes and all those things are greatly appreciated <3

hope you enjoy it! <3

warnings: kinda sad, allusion to sex (like if you squint), couple of swear words.

words: 2k

summary: Every single one of her friends warned her that he was fresh out of a relationship. His friends whispered that he had been so in love just a couple of weeks ago and now he was holding hands with someone else. But she didn’t care. 

i) Your back beneath the sun, wishin’ I could write myself on it. 

You knew his face from somewhere. 

The pub was dimly lit, the humid London weather somehow making its way inside the semi crowded room, but you could still make out his curly hair and slim figure, holding a beer while smiled at something one of his friends said. 

It wasn’t hard to tell he wasn’t giving them a full smile; his eyes didn’t crinkle all the way and his smile didn’t reach his clear eyes. 

You didn’t know him, but you could tell that much. 

And it wasn’t like you were trying to make eye contact with him, almost manifesting that the curly haired stranger would notice you. And you now that when his eyes crossed with yours, the smile reached his eyes. 

His friends didn’t notice, neither did yours, but you weren’t able to keep it cool anymore, quietly making your way outside with the pretense of needed some air and wanting to light a cigarette. 

“How can you smoke with this weather?” You heard his voice for the first time. Calm and soft, almost quiet. 

“Nervousness can do that to a person, you now?” 

“Why are you nervous?” He believed to know the answer, but still asked you.

“Good looking strangers tend to have that effect on me.”

That was the beginning of the end. 

He told you his name was Lando, that he was spending a couple of days in London before returning to his home in Monte-Carlo. You were so entranced that asked your girlfriends to change tables so they could mingle with Lando’s friends. 

They were static, knowing you weren’t one to openly flirt or wanting too much contact, gladly accepting to change tables and getting to know the interesting group of strangers. 

During the third bottle of champagne, Lando made the invitation to you and your friends to join them in Monaco. It took a bit of convincing from their part, but ended up agreeing to being picked up at 5 PM the next day to catch their private flight. 

He said goodbye with a small hug and kiss on the cheek. He didn’t linger, he didn’t take it slow, everything was quick, but you never noticed because you were already hooked.

While your friends squealed on the uber ride back home, not really understanding what the fuck had happened on their casual night out, Lando’s friends were giving him weary looks, trying to understand where this was coming from, because they had dragged him out, because he still was checking his ex girlfriend’s Instagram.

And he knew what he was doing. 

It wasn’t revenge on his ex, it was his heart trying to feel something again.

Something that wasn’t the constant ache of having lost the girl with whom he thought would spend years and years together. 

He needed to erase the pictures of him and his ex holding his niece in front of the Christmas tree.

The cute post-it she left on his refrigerator for when he got home after a triple header. 

And he was sure the warmth of another person would calm the pain, even if it wasn’t much, he’d take whatever was given to him. 

And that’s how he ended up with you in his yacht, surrounded by his friends and yours. 

You were wearing denim shorts and a black bikini top; simple, forgettable; exactly what he was looking for.

So he placed his arm around your bare waist, not applying to much pressure, but allowing himself to enjoy the goosebumps on your skin when he caressed the exposed flesh, the small smile you gave him after he offered to get you a drink, and the gasp when he left a chaste kiss on your lips. 

You noticed the stares of his friends and how your friends became a little more protective, not letting loose on the luxury yacht, keeping an eye on you and Lando. One of them even turned down an offer from a Lebanese businessman. 

Talk about friendship.

You noticed the looks he got when you went out to discover a bit of Monte-Carlo, people subtly pointing their phones as he tried to not show his face and cover yours. The only thing you wished for in that moment was for Lando to take your hand and guide you through the coast.

Yes, it was ridiculous. It wasn’t like your mind didn’t remind you that two days ago he was a stranger, but that didn’t stop your heart from wanting to leave a mark so people could see he wasn’t alone, he wasn’t paying attention to them, he was with you for the time being. 

ii) and I can see us twisted in bedsheets, august sipped away like a bottle of wine, ‘cause you were never mine.

The Monaco sun was hitting your back, Lando groaning next to you as the grip on your waist tightened and tried to hide his face on your neck, earning a chuckle. 

If anyone saw this from the outside, everything happening between Lando and you was straight out of a fairytale; student meets good looking Formula 1 driver, willing to fly her anywhere just to see her.

Maybe all those goods were the reason you were willing to ignore how sometimes he didn’t return the FaceTime calls, but he had a busy schedule, it wasn’t worrying, and you didn’t want to appear like a controlling girl. 

You knew your friends tried to send subtle warnings, telling you to not open up too much, to be careful with your feelings, to get to know him better. You understood, this was your first serious relationship.

Right, it wasn’t a relationship just yet. 

But even if both your friends saw this through tinted glasses, Lando and you knew about the late nights giggling while trying to find the ticklish spots of each other.

The cute laughter he would give you as you tried to not crash on the wall while driving the simulator. 

The soft sighs he’d release when you started threading your fingers through his curls, trying to make him forget a stressful meeting. 

The lilies delivered to your apartment when his schedule didn’t allow him to see you for a couple of weeks. 

The kisses on your naked skin, knowing how to handle your body better than yourself.

The grateful kisses on your forehead after he tasted a new recipe you saw on Pinterest, only using ingredients approved by his trainer.

They didn’t see that. 

But it all went away so quickly. 

Suddenly, august was coming to an end. You didn’t even notice, too drunk while discovering Lando, how his body and mind worked.

How the relationship would evolve, when would you accompany him to one of his races, would you move to Monte-Carlo eventually?

All the questions in your head clouded your judgement, made you ignore the clear signs that Lando maybe wasn’t so into it. But he was tired, he was in the middle of the season. 

He was fresh out of a breakup…

But he wouldn’t make a move on you just to forget his ex girlfriend, right? Everything you’ve been living during the last months was real. You knew everything was real, he was overwhelmed, that’s all. 

But there was a breaking point, even in your hazy vision. 

His calls mostly went to voicemail, but he always texted he was busy. 

He didn’t invite you to his home as usual, but he was racing.

He didn’t invite you to the paddock, but you weren’t official yet.

You knew in your head this wasn’t right, that he was feeding you just enough to keep you hooked, the bare minimum.

You knew you deserved so much more than that, even if he the prospect of him was exciting, and your heart beat a bit faster every time you saw him.

You were bracing for the fall. 

iii) So much for summer love and saying “us”, cause you weren’t mine to lose.

You didn’t want to go through the self-destructive phase when two days went by and he didn’t contact you, but you weren’t making up excuses anymore. 

Suddenly, googling his name seemed like the sane idea, inevitably searching for news and photos of him and his ex. 

She was gorgeous, worthy of someone like him. They walked hand in hand so carelessly she wore his merch so proudly, she showed up in the paddock so freely.

That’s when she realized it was never going to be her, Lando never meant for her to be more than a summer thing, to not feel her absence.

He was waiting for the right time to go back to her, he’d hit the ground running as soon as a sign was given to him.

But it didn’t make any sense. Maybe it was the disappointment and heartbreak speaking, but you knew with a certainty that what happened during the last couple of months was real. 

You didn’t imagine his hard grip on your hip while he took over the DJ table.

You didn’t imagine the soft caresses of his hand on your thigh while he was driving you to an afternoon date. 

Your head knew you didn’t make up the loving eyes he dedicated you as you tried to hit the high notes of a song while making the bed. 

But he hadn’t reached out in two days, it was pretty self-explanatory. He didn’t really care about nurturing this growing seed between the two of you.

Lando didn’t want you. 

It didn’t matter how real everything was to you. How your heart was slowly breaking as tears pooled in your eyes, because you’d never be able to convince yourself that this was meaningless, at least not to you. 

Lando

Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you

Listen, I know whatever’s going on between us is new and we never labeled it, but I totally understand if it’s over or whatever

Just talk to me so I can move on and ofc I still wanna be your friend

Was this message too serious?

If you want to ofc lol

Anyway hope ur okay pls don’t ghost me

Pathetic, honestly. But what else can you do when your head is telling you to let go at the same time you heart is begging to keep holding on?

iv) To live for the hope of it all, cancel plans just in case you’d call. 

Lando knew this was wrong. Shit, ghosting someone was the lowest of lows, but he wasn’t brave enough to tell you he couldn’t keep up with this, because he’d never be able to give you what you wanted.

He didn’t want to bring you to the paddock and be captured with you as his new girlfriend, because it was never meant to be your place.

But he didn’t know how to put into words what he needed to say to you. 

He wasn’t that big of a person. He wasn’t that good of a man. 

The tear in his heart was still there, but he couldn’t deny that you palliated his fractured heart, somehow mending the pieces back together. 

He couldn’t deny the peace he felt every time you run your hands through his hair. 

The grin that appeared after you softly kissed him right when his eyes opened in the morning. 

The steady beats of his heart when he knew you were waiting for him to show him the newest recipe you tried. 

And Lando he was being unfair, that he wasn’t supposed to open WhatsApp and search your name, knowing your profile picture was taken by him, and he somehow managed to capture your beauty, inside and out. 

He took a deep breath before typing. 

are you free?

sorry I’ve been missing lately

He was disappointed in himself, because Lando knew you were going to do everything to see him.

He was despicable, his actions were mean.

But Lando still smiled when he noticed you had responded, lightheartedly asking him how he was doing. 

Hope was still creeping on your veins, ignoring the fear of falling and breaking for Lando. 

Again.

[fandomnerd9602]

Veronica: look guys I know the Black Hood is out there but we’re gonna be fine

Jughead: how can you say that?

Veronica: my boyfriend’s on it

Y/N Wick walks in, guns drawn and pencils sharpened…

Y/N: don’t worry, babe, I’ll have the Hood by sundown.

Archie; are those pencils?

For @strikerman4501

[whoiwanttoday]

Happy day after Halloween everyone. There were some good costumes this year but for me I am going with Madelaine Petsch and Camila Mendes. They tend to show up a lot here at this time of the year because they absolutely rule at group costumes. Now, usually Lili Reinhart would be here as well (who secretly might be the best of the three at playing dress up) but she announced in advance she would not be because she thought she would be out of town and thus could not commit to a group costume. While I love Lili, this is probably for the best because we got a killer Kim and Shego here and I just don't know where Lili would fit. Camila wold make a better Bonnie but she makes a killer Shego here so I wouldn't love that option and who else would Lili play? Kim's mom? That would be weird and frankly not a great fit either and we're quickly out of characters who matter. Now, I guess she could have been a gender swapped Ron or even just Ron as she did drag and I don't think anyone in the world would mind (by world I mean tumblr and the gays, who I imagine would be all hot and bothered by Lili Reinhart as Ron Stoppable) but it still would seem forced I think. So we get through bad scheduling a great costume. They both look great but I was always partial to Kim. Not normal for me, I usually like the bad girls but Kim Possible is the sort of hero I tend to like, so my eyes are more drawn to the Kim costume but who can separate them? Today I want to fuck Madelaine Petsch and Camila Mendes.

[james-stark-the-writer]

just started watching Upgraded (2024) because i saw Camila Mendes was in it and, love the opening, very funny gag, that is clearly a cross section of an image of the Earth's crust overlaid with a black and white symbol representating where life can and cannot exist, but, more importantly, i cannot believe Camila has to act across somebody who is playing a character named "Ronnie". because now all i'm imagining is Camila Mendes talking to herself. it's just Veronica Lodge sitting across from her at this point.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Let’s accept I have a problem shall we?

1-Bones Imagine Dragons

“Is this fucking entertaining?!” Izuku can’t help the shout as he stares at Bakugou on stage, the muzzle on his face. He won’t lie, a part of him is spitefully amused seeing his former bully looking like that. The rest of him is angry. Bitter. Disgusted.

“I think it’s pretty funny,” Tomura snort, grinning at the display on the screen.

“Isn’t this what we want to change?” Izuku demands. Tomura rolls his eyes, shrugging carelessly. Izuku grits his teeth, nails biting into his skin as he makes fists.

He’d made a horrible mistake, hadn’t he?

2-Senorita Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello

She shouldn’t be doing this. She should be running away right now, should be grabbing her phone to call the police.

Instead she’s got her arms wrapped around the broad shoulders of a villain who is busy kissing her like there’s nothing else he could ever want to do.

Izumi gasps, pulling back as she pants, wincing at the taste of blood in her mouth. He’d nicked her tongue.

“Sorry,” Todoroki Shouto, the villain known as Frostbiter said. He grinned, his tongue flicking out to show it’s piercing. “Changed it out,” he went back to kissing her and Izumi lost herself. “Oh sweetheart,” Shouto whispered in her ear, hands grabbing her hips. “You’re so good for me.”

Izumi shouldn’t be doing this.

But she couldn’t stop.

3-Toxic Britney Spears

“-and another murder has been discovered today-”

“-this is the third prohero in the last two weeks to die-”

“Look, all I’m saying is we should be looking into people with analyst quirks-”

The news blasted from all directions as Izumi walked down the street, clutching her bag in her arms. She kept her eyes down, not wanting to look up at anyone. Her shoulders lifted as more news came from a random persons phone, saying the recent death was part of class B from UA, a pro-hero named Battlefist.

Izumi scurried away, heading to her apartment. Opening the door, she froze.

“Hello Izumi,” Tomura said, looking up from his video game. Izumi stared at him, before she dropped her bag on the ground, kicking her shoes off. She threw herself at Tomura, who snorted, but caught her, enjoying the firm kiss she pressed to his mouth.

“Was it bloody?” she begged.

“Only the bloodiest,” he said. “All according to your plans,” he lifted the notebook she’d given him that day, with her sparkling eyes, eager to know what he would do.

4- Hayloft II Mother Mother

BANG.

Tenya barely has a second to realize what’s going on before Stain dives away from a bullet. Standing at the end of the alley is the green haired figure of Green Knight, the TA for his class. Tenya stared at the other teen in surprise before he shoots another bullet. Stain dodges again, cursing.

“You, Green Knight- you FAKE-” the villain says but Green Knight doesn't stop. Stain’s fast enough to dodge bullets, and Tenya has to know how he learned that, but Green Knight gives no rest, moving forward slowly and surely. Stain lunges while dodging, aiming to cut the hero, but it seems that was his plan all along, as the Green Knight lifted his gun to press it right against the villain’s head.

BANG.

Tenya stared in horror at the body as Native coughed from where he was. Green Knight turned his head towards them, eyes calculating.

“Well Iida, it seems you may be getting special lessons soon.”

(I have to include this: imagine Stain running right at Izuki who steps aside at the last second. The camera slows as Izuku lifts the gun, Stain looking at Izuku in shock before he pulls the trigger. That was what was going through my mind)

5- Mine, Bazzi

“What?” Izuku asked, looking up from where he’d been writing in his notebook, babbling a mile a way as Rody watched.

“You’re beautiful,” Rody told him. Izuku flushed, glancing away before looking up with a smile.

“So are you,” Izuku told him. Rody shrugged, grabbing his coffee to sip it.

“Not as much as you.”

“Rody, stop distracting me!” Izuku laughed. “I need to get this ready for my students.”

“Ah you just reminded me of my teacher-”

“RODY!” Izuku shouted, but he was smiling, so Rody won.

6- Shivers Ed Sheeran

Izuku’s Quirk isn’t something he likes thinking about. Or well he does. It’s a useful Quirk! Izuku likes his Quirk!

He just also doesn’t like using it because of the connentations. A kissing Quirk is all good, but when the kiss has to be on the mouth?

It gets side eyes. Izuku remembers discovering it, kissing his aunt on the cheek but she was turning her head when their lips connected. Suddenly being able to tell what your Quirk was, what it did, and what you could use it for.

He loved it. At first.

It kind of stopped being something cool when he was told he just wanted to kiss people. When he got called pervert. Even actual proof of his Quirk did nothing to quiet the rumours. So when people forcefully kissed him to make him write it down, no one would believe him. Even his own mother didn’t- not really.

Izuku didn’t like thinking about his Quirk. It wasn’t a bad one.

If only he didn’t need lip contact.

“Wait, we have to kiss for it to work?” Shinsou Hitoshi flushed, touching his lips. Izuku felt his face flush. The handsome purple haired teen didn’t seem upset…

Maybe it wasn’t that bad of a thing then… sometimes.

(He still wished it didn’t though.)

7- Feeling Good Micheal Buble

No one understood it. Not really.

Oh sure, she was the doll of Tomura. A little pet he kept around. The Quirkless girl with the big boobs who was always with him. Izumi knew exactly what they thought of her. She didn’t mind it. But no one understood it.

Even Dabi barely gave her a glance, though that was the mommy issues he had mixed with the sexism his father tipped down his throat. He didn’t understand the power she had.

Toga didn’t, but then Toga was to in love with blood to care.

Twice just didn’t notice.

Mr. Compress was oblivious, Spinner had a one track mind…

No one understood it.

Izumi smiled, looking at her notebook as she wrote down a list of targets. Tomura had been ‘accidentally’ reading over her shoulder the first time he used her list. A list of people who hurt her. A therapy tactic to write it down and burn it she learned after the death of her mother.

It made her feel better knowing they were dead.

8- The Other Side, The Greatest Showman

“Don’t you want him dead?” the villain asked. Tenya took a step back, eyes locked on the other teen. Midoriya Izuku, or Mastermind, smiled with all his teeth.

“I don’t know what-” Tenya began, but Midoriya cut him off.

“Stain. Don’t you want him dead?” the question made Tenya pause. “I can make it happen if you want.”

“No,” Tenya shook his head. He… no, after being denied internships after the murder of classmates they made him go to therapy. He would not-

“I liked your brother,” Midoriya said. “He was a good hero. What Stain did, was horrific. I don’t hold with that way of thinking. Stain is scum, and he should be put down like the animal he is.” He offered his hand. “Don’t you agree?”

Tenya looked at the hand, and back up, his heart pounding in his ears.

9- Believer, Imagine Dragons.

Izuku smirked, looking at the crowd of people who had all gathered around to hear him. He ran a hand through his short hair.

“So, to finish my sad story, Bakugou here told me to kill myself.” Izuku gestured at the blonde tied to the chair, who’d been to busy staring in horror at the green haired teenager to speak. “And then, All Might, said I should be more realistic about my goal,” Izuku motioned to the other blonde tied to a chair, though a nicer one.

“Young Midoriya-” All Might, in his skinny form, tried.

“And my mom,” Izuku laughed darkly. “She’s been deadnaming me since I came out, only at home though. Has to give forth the image of a perfect mother right? So when she texts me that my husband has been chosen and he’s eager to meet his wife… what choices do I have?” Izuku laughed, harsh and loud.

“And wasn’t Bakugou right? I got a Quirk in the next life.”

10- Sway with Me, Saweetie, GALAXARA

Izumi had a concert to do, one that all of 1A went to. Partly because PR, having Iuzmi’s class support her, partly because they wanted to do it. None of them were ready though for it.

A ballet designed to tell the story of the final battle between Materhorn and Lady Nebula was not what they expected, but watching the story of a battle between here and villain was entrancing.

Shouto could barley look away, watching her dance. She played Lady Nebula, the villain bent on world domination. She was beautiful, dancing around the stage, her moves powerful.

He couldn’t look away.

[rantingravingliving]

Caution, Hot Jimin!

I just can't do 1 Thirstday post for Jimtober, right? Plus there are tons of carnal (well. in my opinion, haha) snapshots of my favorite Libra. So to leave us all breathless, here's the one and only PJM accompanied by some of the sexiest/thirstiest lyrics of all time.

“I can imagine you touching my private parts/ With just the thought of you, I can’t help but touch myself” - “You’re Makin’ Me High” by Toni Braxton

"Send chills up and down your spine / Juices flowing down your thigh." - "Pony" by Ginuwine

“Ooh, when your lips undress me/ Hooked on your tongue/ Ooh, love, your kiss is deadly/ Don’t stop” - “Señorita” by Shawn Mendes feat. Camila Cabello

“Throw your clothes, on the floor/ I’m gonna take my clothes off too/ I made plans to be with you” - “I’ll Make Love To You” by Boyz II Men

“You’d be a fool to stop this tide/ Spread your wings and let me come inside” - “Tonight’s The Night” by Rod Stewart

“Can you feel the magic in my hands/ When I touch and rub you the right way/ Stroke applied with tenderness/ When I hold and rub you the right way” - “Rub You The Right Way” by Johnny Gill

“When you talk to me, when you’re moanin’ sweet & low/ When you’re touchin’ me and my feelin’s start to show” - “Feel Like Makin’ Love” by Roberta Flack

"Dirty babe / You see these shackles? Baby, I'm your slave / I'll let you whip me if I misbehave" - “SexyBack” - Justin Timberlake

"You got the peaches I got the cream/ Sweet to taste saccharine” - “Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard

"It's gettin' hot in herre (so hot) / so take off all your clothes / I am gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off" - “Hot In Herre” by Nelly

"Oh, turn the lights turn the lights down low/ Yeah, now I'm feeling you breathing slow" - “Lights Down Low” by MAX

“Do that to me one more time/ Once is never enough with a man like you” - “Do That To Me One More Time” by Captain & Tennille

“I can see you with nothing on/ Feeling on me before you bring that on” - “Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado feat. Timbaland

“I’ll take you to the candy shop, I’ll let you lick the lollipop” -“Candy Shop” by 50 Cent feat. Olivia

[loveandmurders]

I just needed to say this to someone, and I figured I could do that with you. Because let's be honest, nobody else could understand this type of imagination but us. I just listened to a couple of old songs, for nostalgia sake. Until I remembered Shawn mendes and camila cabello's song, Senorita. I listened to it, and the more I let the lyrics sink in. The more I imagined Bo meeting or seeing Y/n outside of Ambrose, how both of them get to know each other for a bit, feeling this strange connection towards each other, wich eventually leads to them having this need for wanting to see each other over and over again. Until one of them just confesses one day, and they become a couple. And now I can’t stop imagining the possibility of this scenario being a Soulmate AU either. Or their first meeting leading to them having a one night stand, because that’s what the music video suggested. I can’t stop thinking about it, have I gone mad!?

OMG I love this so much!! I'm so happy you shared this with me because YES!!! 🥰

They know they are made to be together, they know they want each other and thus they have sex right away. It's like if they always knew about one another their whole life.

But reader thinks that Bo is a guy who doesn't want any kind of commitment and because of his way of life, he sometimes misses dates and it's clear he hides something. Reader is heartbroken, they think of leaving him behind because they can't stand the situation anymore. They are about to go, and Bo doesn't know what to do until he confesses his love for them.

And they become that power couple who flirt, argue and kill together. 🔥