#fan fiction casting

[motherearthlovesus]

staying at theo nott’s over the summer

🌞🍸🍊🌊

you’ve been staying at theo’s parents’ estate over the summer holidays for a few weeks now, it’s a huge house with not enough people to fill it. you don’t mind though since it gives you plenty of peace and privacy with your boyfriend. you knew he was rich but you had never known how rich until you arrived here. everyday had been almost the exact same routine, not that it bothered you. this was the most relaxed you’d been all year. the mornings were quiet and often spent picking fruit in their orchard or picking out the days book & matching bikini. his parents were gone most of the time, leaving theo cocky enough to try and fuck you in every corner of the house, inside and out. the tennis court, the pool, the couch, the sauna, the kitchen, the terrace, the garden and the kitchen. while you admired his (constant) efforts, all you could really muster up the energy to do was sunbathe by the pool with pansy. it was supposed to be your holiday too after all. the italian sun was giving you a gorgeous golden glow that made theo drool all over his dinner each night- which, luckily, his parents were too self-absorbed to ever notice. most nights after dessert you and theo go out to the pool house, where pansy and draco were staying, to share a joint or two. you giggle and laugh for hours into the night with smoke hanging thickly in the still summer air, until theo starts to see your red eyes droop - that’s when he knows it’s time to call it a night. he walks with you, hand in hand, up to the bedroom you’ve been sharing. he tucks you in, kisses you on the forehead and walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. as he turns the tap on, the sound of steadily flowing water sends you off to a peaceful sleep, content to do it all again tomorrow.

all drabbles

[angelzarchive]

spencer bf hcs? I've read all the spencer tumblr fics too :,)

request: spencer bf hcs? i’ve read all the spencer tumblr fics too :,) / from the lovely @earspop! thank you for giving me the opportunity to write some spencer content, i love his sm so i had a lot of fun with this request. i think i got far too into and it turned out to be a little longer than i was expecting but i hope you enjoy it <33

pairing: spencer agnew x fem! insinuated reader — i’m sorry not all works i do will be gender specific, i’m just a sucker for spencer saying ‘pretty girl’

a/n: yayyy! this is finally my first ever work on tumblr and it’s also my first time doing hcs / x reader so bare with me if it’s not so good lol. i’m so nervous yet excited to share this. i just hope you all enjoy. and by all means, if you see any errors or mistakes, please feel free to point them out. it’s not edited yet because i wanted to get it out quickly, so a little note if you see any would be greatly appreciated! if you have any requests you’d like to see, please leave them <3

for spencer, meeting you was what he could only describe as love at first sight.

from the moment you had first walked through the smosh doors and introduced yourself as their newest addition, he was smitten.

not only did he think you were the most beautiful person he’d ever laid his eyes on, but he was completely infatuated by your personality and how well you immediately got along with everyone.

you quickly found out you both had very similar humour and could riff off of each other effortlessly.

so, it didn’t take long for the two of you to become friends. best friends, in fact. spencer had made it his own little secret mission to ensure it.

and before you knew it, you were attached at the hip. between spending your lunch breaks and most weekends together, your friends found it almost impossible to catch either of you alone.

he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was always trying to impress you. especially by making you laugh with his silly jokes. he had loved the sound of your laugh since the first time he’d made you fling your head back, mouth open wide and hands clutching your stomach. he was in awe of your bright smile and he vowed to never stop trying to make it happen.

falling for you was inevitable, he was a goner from the beginning. and the feeling wasn’t much different on your part, your crush on the man only grew stronger each day.

getting together wasn’t an easy process though, it took far too long for either of you to admit your feelings to yourselves — never mind one another.

you were both too worried about about the consequences of it going wrong, not wanting to ruin the cherished friendship you’d established.

much to the dismay of your friends, of course, who were all progressively getting more and more annoyed at the both of you for being so clueless. it was like everyone but you two could see how in love you were with each other.

it was spencer who built up the courage to admit his feelings first, although he hadn’t actually intended to.

it happened during your weekly movie night. you noticed there was something off about him immediately, sensed it as soon as he had walked through the door and plonked himself on the furthest end of your sofa — quite a distance away from where he’d usually sit, right by your side.

he was fidgeting the entire time and seemed like his mind was else where. you’d barely gotten an hour into the movie when you’d had enough and pressed pause.

you urged him to tell you what was wrong and without a second thought, all in one breath, he admitted his feelings for you.

you were beyond shocked but it didn’t take you long to return the favour.

that night you’d finished the movie in each others arms, whispering sweet nothings.

to this day, spencer regrets how he told you. he wishes it was more romantic and better thought out, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

and you’d been together ever since then.

spencer is the sweetest boyfriend ever and you loved being able to witness this new side of him.

turns out, he’s the biggest hopeless romantic.

from day one, his silly nicknames for you had taken a romantic turn. he started calling you “my love”, “baby” and even “pretty girl” — which you were obsessed with (if you don’t like nicknames, just discard this part!).

the guy literally praises the ground you walk on. he can never seem to shut up about you, always finding some way to bring you up in conversation. usually, he’s bragging about you.

he always says he‘s not entirely sure why you like him or how he managed to bag you, but he’s grateful it paid off. sometimes he’ll make a joke that he knows is really nerdy and he’ll follow it up with a “i don’t know why they like me either” or a “they’ll never want to touch me again”.

he will randomly use the cheesiest pick up lines on you. you could both just be chilling and out of no where he’ll hit you with a “baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print” just because he “felt like it”.

at work, he loves to bring you lunch and leave you a cute little note.

at home, he will sit you down on his lap and teach you how to play his favourite games so that he can play them with you. though once you get the hang of it, he does get very competitive. god forbid you get more kills than him in fortnite, even though he is super impressed — “that’s my girl.”

he also likes to play his games with you laying your head in his lap. there’s something about you being interested in what he’s playing that makes him want to take his shirt off really happy. even if you end up falling asleep during, at which point he’ll make great effort not to wake you up until he’s done. which usually doesn’t take too long because watching you sleep so peacefully in his lap has him eager to cuddle up with you in bed.

speaking of, when cuddling, he usually really likes to lay his head on your chest with your arms wrapped around him or have your whole body weight on top of him. he’s happy to be either big or little spoon.

although he may not be the biggest fan of over the top PDA, he does like to be touching you in some way or other. he’ll usually have his hand placed on you, either on the bottom your back or on your waist. he enjoys playing with your fingers and the hem of your clothes. when sitting, he’ll definitely have his arm wrapped around the back of your chair.

he really loves to show you off and as a result, his insta feed is full of your pictures. it may as well be his personal fan account for you. furthermore, he comments on every single one of your posts. he’s always your biggest hype man.

big fan of sending you memes on any and every social media platform you both have. if you don’t react to them, he will send you either an angry or sad face emoji.

he has made custom memes for you and your relationship, with a number of them featuring in who memed it videos. very easy points for the cast members.

he likes to save videos he’s seen that remind him of you or the stuff he thinks would make you laugh, immediately showing you when you’re next together.

spencer is a very good, active listener. he’s always willing to hear you talk, whether it be about your interests or something that’s bothering you and he will always have a question to ask or solution to provide. he even remembers the smallest things you tell him, which he’ll bring up to you months later and you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

he definitely writes down every important date between you both.

he’s a very thoughtful gift giver and likes to spend time just planning what he wants to get you. he believes you deserve nothing less and likes every last detail to be perfect.

you’ll usually get each other a funny card with the presents though. it’s become a tradition for you both to draw a little silly something inside (like a character from a show you’re both watching together)— even if it turns out very poor. the messages inside are pretty romantic and heartfelt, no matter the occasion.

spencer is very quick to notice when you’re upset and when he does, he’ll do everything in his power to cheer you up. playing one of his characters usually works pretty fast, especially the chosen and fred darts. they’re so ridiculous, they end up distracting you.

he definitely makes you playlists of songs that remind him of you or that he recommends and he absolutely listens to all the songs you recommend him, without skipping a second. if he likes them, he’ll let you know it.

whenever he has a new idea for a video or a character to play, you’re the first person he will run it by. he really values your input.

you guys definitely have cat babies and he absolutely will send you pictures of them if you’re away. they’ll have a caption that says something like “we miss you” or “look how cute our son/ daughter is, they definitely take after you”.

a/n: and this is all the hcs i have for now, however i will definitely be updating this list.

[sp7-mr]

His voice

[jackles010378]

A Detour To Remember

(Beau Arlen x you)

Warnings : contains smut, so minors do not read! 🔞‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

After a long week and the case that shook the whole town finally wrapped up, Beau offers you a lift home, only to take a detour that turns into quite a heated encounter 🔥🥵

“Need a ride, Y/n? I’m going your way.” Beau asks snapping you out of your daydream. You look up from your desk, slightly blushing that Beau has asked you if you want a ride home.

Ah, Beau Arlen. You knew you were in trouble the moment he walked into the sheriff's office stating he would be stepping in as temporary sheriff. You knew you had to keep your distance, he was kind of your boss after all. It would be wrong of you to think anything would happen between the two you. Besides he seemed to be very close to Jenny Hoyt.

Beau waits, gently smiling, not trying to pressure you. You sigh. You are tired and want to go home. You had all just finished the biggest case the town had seen. You and Beau were the last two people in the building. Poppernak usually gave you a lift home seeing as you lived near each other, but he had to go run some errands. You didn't really want to be walking home by yourself this late at night, so you politely accept Beau's offer.

Humming along to the music coming from the radio, you didn't notice how Beau has been stealing glances at you since the moment you got in the car. Beau had it bad, and he knew it. He'd spoken to Jenny about the feelings he's developed for you. But he didn't think you'd feel the same. You barely looked at him or spoke to him.

He is driving you along the beach road, and you are startled and a little nervous when he turns into one of the beach parks and pulls up. You gently suggest to Beau that you should head on home.

Beau just smiles at you. “It’s a lovely night, you can hear the waves breaking on the shore, the moon is full… let’s just sit here for a while.”

“That’s all? Just sit?” you reply coyly.

“Maybe have a cuddle in the back seat…” he suggests.

You make a show of being reluctant, but you agree. After the move Beau gently draws you into his arms and just holds you lightly while you snuggle up next to him, enjoying his warmth. Then he tilts your head, lowers his own and gently kisses you. He looks up again and smiles at you, and the next time he lowers his head the kisses are not quite so gentle, stirring a delicious heat within you. Beau gently rubs your back as he continues to kiss you.

Your enjoying the kissing, that interesting warmth, and the gently caressing hand. You notice that the rubbing is slowly dropping down, but doesn’t take any real notice until you realize that he is now rubbing your ass. You stiffen slightly, wondering if you should protest, but before you can say anything the hand drops down to rest against your upper thigh, and just stays there.

You relax again, returning his kisses quite readily, snuggling closer. You don’t notice that Beau has moved his hand again until you feel the stroking on your inner thigh, and the fingertips skimming along the edge of your panties. “How has he managed that?” you wonder. You reach down, grab his hand and moves it firmly away from your leg.

Beau calmly moves his hand back up to your shoulder, gently rubbing the top of your back and then moving around to drift his hand across your chest, just above your cleavage. You feel his fingers brushing the top of your breasts, tracing them gently, across and to where your cleavage dips into the top of your shirt.

Should you stop him? He’s not really doing much, just touching lightly. Also, you find you are enjoying that gentle touch and are subconsciously lifting your breasts to enjoy the feel. You’ll let it continue, you decide. You can always call a halt if you think he is going too far.

Beau gently follows up his small advantage, letting his fingers dip under the edge of your shirt, teasing your lovely globes a little more, dipping a finger far enough under to brush a nipple.

You tense a little, lift your hand and place it on Beau’s, not to push it away as such but just to hold it in place and stop it exploring. Beau pauses in his exploring of your breasts for a few moments, then slips his hand out from under yours, continuing to tease your boobs, his finger slipping under the edge of your shirt and then out again.

Beau starts kissing you a little more deeply, touching a little more firmly, not rushing, just taking his time. His lips drift away from yours, brushing your neck and then drifting across your front, following the path of his inquisitive fingers.

You feel your top slipping. All those little dips under the edge have been gradually pushing it down. You hesitate and are reaching to hitch the top back up, when it slips that extra bit and drops off, freeing your breasts. Beau’s hand promptly follows it down, capturing one breast, squeezing it and rubbing the nipple, while his lips move to the other breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking gently.

You freeze. You shouldn’t let this happen. He's your boss after all, You should stop it now. But it feels so good, and that warmth you have been feeling is spreading, curling slowly through you. You relax a little. It won’t hurt to let it continue.

You’re relaxing, enjoying the gentle suckling on your breast, not noticing that part of the warmth is being generated by a hand that has slipped back to your leg and is slowly stroking your inner thigh. His hand slides in-between your jeans and stomach then gently trails down, moving across your mound to the top of your panties.

That gentle touch on your pussy trickles through into your consciousness. “He’s touching me there,” you think incredulously, “and I’m not stopping him?”

Beau continues to tease around your panties, stroking you through them, slipping his fingers under them and touching your naked lips. Withdrawing and moving elsewhere, slowly stirring up that budding heat.

You feel Beau take your hand and move it, placing it on his lap and leaving it there. His hand wanders back to your breast, squeezing in time to the rhythm he is generating within your pussy.

“Why did he put my hand here?” you wonder. “What does he expect me to do?” You know where your hand is, so that lump under there must be…

You move your hand tentatively to the side, finding that at some stage Beau has found time to unzip. Your hand slips in, feeling for what you know you will find. Your fingertips brush his erection, then your hand closes over it, marveling at what you are doing. His erection is hot and hard in your grasp. Following your instincts, you move your hand up and down the shaft, enjoying the feel, rubbing your thumb over the head and feeling a rush within when you feel Beau gasp.

Beau continues to stroke you, then slips his hand up to the top of your panties and slides them down along with your jeans. Now your pussy is properly exposed to his wandering fingers, and his fingers are soon easing apart your lips and dipping within, feeling the heat and moisture there. Rubbing and stroking, entering and withdrawing, steadily building the tensions and expectations.

He moves his free hand around to pull your shirt off with your help. With a slight hint from Beau you lift your hips up off the seat for a moment whilst he deftly pulls your jeans off. Beau reaches back up and finishes removing your panties, looking at you with desire, lying there naked in front of him.

With a sigh you relax and let Beau continue kissing you, relishing the feel while his hand is busy lighting little fuses between your legs. You can feel the heat flowing up from your pussy and down from your breasts, seeming to pool deep within you. The fire is burning steadily and has to be addressed.

Beau opens the car door, scooping up a blanket from the floor and with a deft flick spreads it on the grass next to the car. He turns back to the car and holds out his hand to you.

You stare at him, glance down at the blanket and then back to Beau, standing there with his hand outstretched. “It’s going to happen”, you think. “If I take his hand he’s going to screw me. If I look away, he won’t.”

You blush. “I’m naked, and he wants to fuck me. What do I do?”

You reach out and place your hand on his. Never taking his eyes off you, he draws you from the car and down onto the blanket.

Beau slips off his trousers, moving onto the blanket next to you. Once again the touching starts, kissing your lips while his hand plays with your sensitive points, rekindling the heat before it really had a chance to die down.

He hooks a foot around one of your ankles, drawing your legs further apart. He moves over you and between your thighs, holding his weight away from you while letting his erection rest on your mound.

“You okay, Y/n? We can stop if you don't want this, I'll understand” he murmurs in a whisper.

“please don't stop, you have no idea how long I've waited for this” you whisper, expectation and anticipation plain in your voice.

Beau gently moves your lips apart and presses the head of his cock against you, releasing them to close over him. He eases in, taking it gently, slowly sinking deep within your tunnel. He pauses, watching your face. His eyes are bright and staring at you, clearly enjoying what he is feeling and eager for more. Beau smiles down at you and you smile back, and then he starts to move.

You gasp. The initial entry had been interesting and felt nice, but this is something else. Suddenly, you lose interest in looking at Beau. That is just distracting you from his cock moving within you. You feel Beau surging into to you, backing up and thrusting forward again. You move with him eagerly, matching his thrusts, urging him on, wanting it, harder and faster. Please. I need this. Babbling. Not knowing what you are saying, only knowing you need this sensation to continue, striving to reach a climax, determined to get there.

Beau is moving faster now, happy to feel you meeting and matching his efforts. You can see the tensions rising within him just as they are rising in you, just a little slower. Beau frantically tries to hold back, wanting to make sure that you come first, realizing it is hopeless and letting himself go, venting his climax within you.

Your gasping rises higher, seeming to stall on a peak and linger there while Beau presses home. You feel a sudden spurt from Beau and a hot liquid wash spill inside you. You climax, your muscles locking onto Beau, trying to hold him within you while you gasp through your orgasm.

You both relax afterwards, lying contented on the blanket. “Thanks for the ride,” you giggle. "Same time next week" Beau says back to you with a smile. He kisses you one last time before helping you with your clothes and actually driving you home.

TAGLIST: @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94

[imbestforyou]

you belong with me

pairing: jj maybank x bestfriend!reader

summary: reader is in love with jj, but jj’s dating another girl…

warnings: unmutual pining, minor profanity, poorly edited, cliffhanger (sorry i got lazy), short pt. 2 if people want it idk, little angst and fluff

approx. reading time: 8 minutes and 30 seconds

writing inspo: you belong with me (taylor’s version) by taylor swift

masterlist :)

“wait what?” i exclaimed. i was sitting in sarah’s room listening to her talk about her day at the beach with the pogues.

“yes i swear! he brought emily there and had his arm wrapped around her and everything! didn’t even surf, which is crazy for jj.”

“so he must be serious about this girl, right?” i sighed as i layed on her bed. i couldn’t believe it. jj maybank? in a relationship with a kook girl?

“i mean i don’t know much. but if i’m being honest, he didn’t seem that interested in her.” she talked as she curled her hair for her date with john b. i stayed silent. i couldn’t believe it.

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“hey y/n!” i stopped in my tracks. i knew that voice all too well. and it was the voice of someone i had been ignoring for the past two weeks. i turned slowly to face him.

“hey.” i said looking at the floor. purposely avoiding eye contact. it wasn’t that i didn’t want to see jj, i did. but it hurt to know he was dating someone else. especially emily, someone who was drastically different from me, from all the pogues to be honest.

“i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever. what’s up with that? sarah told me you’ve been sick, but i told her that was bullshit. you haven’t gotten sick since like the 3rd grade.” he grabbed me by the shoulders playfully. i look up to see emily staring at me from the bar.

“uh yeah. i don’t know what happened. probably got it from my parents after they came back from new york.” it was a lie. my parents hadn’t been to new york in ages.

with emily giving me a death stare and jj touching me, i was feeling claustrophobic and a little freaked out, “anyways look i’ll see you later. i have to get home and get some homework done.” i turn around and start walking before he can begin a sentence.

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you're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset

she's going off about something that you said

‘cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

my eyes were closed while i sunbathed on the beach before i was interrupted by another call on my phone.

jj <3 - 3 missed calls

jj <3 - calling now

“hello?”

“y/n? y/n! hey how- how are you doing?” he stutters a bit.

“hey i’m doing fine? are you okay? you sound a little weird.”

“i’m good just pissed at emily.” he huffed.

“ahh emily. so how is your new girlfriend?”

“she’s pissed at me for some lame joke i made with pope. and she called attacking me and shit because i was being a douchebag or something.”

“ha what else is new.” i joke. and he laughs which stops my heart for a minute. i pause then ask,

“what was the joke?” i ask, curious to know why emily would be so upset.

“i told her the dress she was wearing looked like a hospital gown and she got all pissed. wasn’t even a good joke…” he mumbled.

i laughed, he was right. it wasn’t, i could think of thousands of jokes better, but i could tell it must’ve been an attempt to make emily and pope laugh.

“i guess she doesn’t get your humor.”

“guess not…” he sighs then starts again,

“hey l was wondering if you wanted to hang out later. i don’t know i’ve been feeling really distant from you recently.

“yeah i’m sorry about that, um so like with the pogues or…?”

“nah just yo- sorry hold that thought emily’s calling me and i really don’t want to make her more mad. i’ll call you back.”

he never called back.

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im in the room, it's a typical tuesday night

im listening to the kind of music she doesn't like

and she'll never know your story like I do

a week had passed and he still hadn’t called me. i wasn’t even trying to ignore him anymore, he just was never around. school had ended and summer break had finally begun. and still no call.

as i layed on my bed and sang along to “the blue” by gracie abrams, sarah tries convincing me to talk to jj.

“why don’t you just call him? see what’s up? it’s not like him to be this distant. it’s with john b too, hasn’t been to the chateau recently. and you know how his dad is.”

“a shitty father is what he is.” i spit out. even though i was irritated at jj for not even trying to keep any communication between any of the pogues my hatred for luke will always be worse.

i sit up, “look he’s probably fine and with emily. i’ll talk to john b to get him to chill. but honestly i don’t think jj wants to keep contact with any of us. if he wanted to he would have.”

“i don’t know, you should call him. emily has like tied him up all for herself. have you noticed that?”

but she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts

shes cheer captain and im on the bleachers

dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find

that what you're looking for has been here the whole time

“i mean i think everyone has. or that fact that she’s nothing like any of us and exactly like the type of girl he would make fun of.”

“a kook princess, like what i was.”

“exactly. i don’t want to judge him but why would he go into a relationship with someone who he so obviously doesn’t like?”

“something is up y/n. go figure it out.” she grabbed my car keys and pushed me out the door.

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standing by and waiting at your back door

all this time, how could you not know, baby?

you belong with me, you belong with me

i take a deep breathe before knocking at his door.

no response. i knock again.

“hello! anyone home?”

“shut the hell u- y/n?” jj opens the door.

“hi- hey i just came to check on you. can i come in?”

he turns back, no doubt looking for his father. “probably not the best idea.”

“yeah- yeah uh wanna go to mine? so we can talk?” he nods and shuts the door behind him. he doesn’t make eye contact but all i can do is stare at the blood on his face and knuckles.

oh, I remember you driving to my house

in the middle of the night

im the one who makes you laugh

when you know you're 'bout to cry

and I know your favorite songs

and you tell me 'bout your dreams

think I know where you belong

think I know it's with me

i unlock my house from the back door to hopefully not make as much noise. my parents couldn’t find out i was sneaking in a boy in the middle of the night. i hurriedly close the door to my room and turn to him.

“are you okay?” i spill out.

“yes.” he’s quiet, that’s not the jj i know.

“you know you can talk to us, right? like any of the pogues, we’re here for you. i’m here for you.” i move closer and touch the blood on his forehead, and he winces. his head is sticky, like if he had been sweating. and i can’t decide whether it’s because of the humidity or if he was fighting with his father. probably both.

“luke?” he just nods. my heart breaks for him. i grab his hand and let him sit on my bed. i grab my first aid kit and rubbing alcohol and get to work on the blood and bruises on his hand and knuckles.

we sit in comfortable silence. but it was mostly me waiting to see if he was going to talk about his dad.

“i didn’t want to ignore you guys.” he speaks so low, i almost couldnt hear him. i kneel down so i can look at his face.

“then why did you?”

“i- i told my dad something, stupid i know. but he blew up on me a couple weeks ago. told me his boss had a nice daughter named emily my age. said if i could get with her, he’d get more money or some shit. i don’t know i guess i wanted to make him proud. so i- i started dating her. kept fucking it up and he would beat the shit out of me. didn’t want you guys to see me like that.”

i sighed. my hands were holding his for comfort. something we’d done since we were kids but felt really unfamiliar now.

“what’d you tell your dad to make him set you up with emily?”

he coughed, “told’m that i loved someone.”

my heart dropped for the second time in two months. why did i even think for a second that’d i’d have a chance? i told myself we belonged together.

“oh.” i got up and released my hands from his. suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. i cleared my throat.

“um well, i have some sleeping bags in my closet and if you want you can sleep in my bed or um whatever feels more com-“

“i told him i loved you.”

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

chinese guzhuang fashion

[lelsiemeyers]

"kit connor would be such a good hulkling" NO he would NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHUT UP PLEAAAAS

[england-would-fall]

RWRB AO3 SKINS

hi there, fandom friends! i mentioned these awhile ago, and i'm back with a google drive folder full of goodies for you.

if you want to enhance your ao3 experience with a red, white & royal blue theme, follow the instructions below using the style of your choice from the linked google docs. there are light and dark mode options, as well as bookverse and movieverse banners. previews of each theme below the cut!

how to add a rwrb theme (site skin) to your ao3:

choose the style you want from this google drive folder (previews below), select all text, and copy.

open your ao3 dashboard. from the menu on the left, select "skins."

select "create site skin" and enter a title (only you will see it). in the "css" box, paste the text you copied from the google doc. select "submit."

the screen will show the title and text you entered. select "my site skins," find the skin you've created, and select "use."

that's it! your ao3 will update, and your new site skin will be active anywhere your account is open. pages that are already open may need to be refreshed for the site skin to activate. enjoy!!! <3

*obligatory disclaimer that i own none of the images or code used in this project!!! this is free for use by the community

[apocalyp-tech-a]

Finally getting around to reblog this post about my OC Layna from An Unusual Alliance. I pretty much imagine her to look kind of like Diane Kruger, but more of a golden blonde hair like the bottom left photo. I think the top two here capture Layna's innocence and wacky humor. She has a scarf 'disguise' so thought that was a good one, too.

If you are reading AUA, please know that I am working on the next chapter and it will soon all be over after a year and a half of writing, lol. And also feel free to let me know who you would cast as Layna. I know one person pictured Sylvie from Loki. :D

Created by: @apocalyp-tech-a

OC Name: Dr. Layna Xenton

Pronouns: She/her

Species: Human

Status:

Ten years before the Battle of Yavin, Layna Xenton is an intelligent, down to 'earth,' anxious scientist in her late 20s. She has a bonkers sense of humor, is sometimes aloof, but also very clever. Her homesteading parents died on Dantooine and she was left in the care of her rich grandfather on Eriadu, who was also a weapons manufacturer and hardcore Imperial that forced her to join the Empire. The Empire in turn forced her to create a weapon that she thought was meant for infestation, but was actually used on civilians. After that, she made it her business to defect from the Empire and fight against it. In the process, she meets Tech from Clone Force 99 and discovers that they have the same feelings toward the Empire, and eventually toward each other.

Read about Layna here! (Rated M)

[reidiot]

knowing the historical facts and then going to see oppenheimer felt as if i was literally watching fan fiction

[emma8895eb]

Looking for any writers that write for The Top Gun Men and are taking requests . Let a fellow Top Gun lover know 😍

[queerquaintrelle]

Vamptember 2024: Now Completed: Terror of the village women

Terror of the village women on ao3.

@vamptember

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[sp7-mr]

Lucian Bole and Hermione Granger ?!!

[jackles010378]

Flannel of Desire

(Dean Winchester X you)

(mentions of intimacy nothing too graphic)

Dean catches you wearing his flannel and likes what he sees 😏

Dean walked into the kitchen of the bunker, his eyes scanning the room for a snack. As he turned the corner, his gaze fell upon you, wearing one of his favorite flannel shirts, sleeves rolled up as you diligently cleaned the countertops. Something inside him stirred, a feeling of attraction that he couldn't ignore.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching you intently, his mind racing with thoughts and desires. The way the shirt hugged your curves, accentuating your every movement, sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't deny the rush of arousal that surged through him, and he knew he had to make a move.

Slowly and deliberately, Dean approached you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Hey there, I see you've found my shirt," he said, his voice low and husky. You looked up, surprise flickering in your eyes.

"Yeah," you replied, a faint blush tinting your cheeks. "I hope you don't mind. It was just lying around, and I couldn't resist."

Dean took a step closer, his body now mere inches away from yours. He reached out, his fingertips gently tracing the fabric of the flannel against your arm, sending tingles of electricity through your skin. "Trust me, I don't mind at all," he whispered, his voice heavy with desire.

The chemistry between you intensified, the air in the room thick with anticipation. Dean's hand moved from your arm to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hypnotic green eyes locked with yours, a mixture of vulnerability and longing shining through.

Without another word, Dean's lips met yours in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within both of you. Time seemed to stand still as you melted into each other, the taste and warmth of each other's mouths becoming intoxicating.

Desire surged through your bodies as you stumbled towards the bedroom, leaving the kitchen forgotten and the cleaning abandoned. The intensity between you was undeniable, an electric current drawing you closer with every touch, every caress.

Inside the bedroom, clothes were shed like a trail of breadcrumbs, each discarded garment fueling the excitement. The plaid shirt, once innocent, was now a symbol of provocative desire. The soft fabric slipped off your body, revealing your vulnerability and awakening a raw hunger in Dean.

The room became a canvas of discovery, as your bodies moulded into one, exploring one another with unbridled passion. Skin met skin, creating a symphony of sighs and moans that echoed through the walls. Pleasure surged through every nerve ending, the connection between you reaching new heights with each passing moment.

In that moment of pure intimacy, there was no denying the magnetic pull that had brought you together. Dean, with his rugged charm and smoldering passion, had become an insatiable force in your life. It was a night of unforgettable pleasure, a culmination of desire that left you both breathless, sated, and yearning for more.

The following morning, Dean woke up, stretching his arms reaching out for you, only to realise you had gone. He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of joggers and a hoodie and went in search of you. As he made his way down the halls, he could hear you humming. Yet again he found you in the kitchen preparing breakfast for you both, wearing nothing but his flannel. Leaning against the doorframe again he looked you up and down "you know y/n, you keep wearing my shirts, we're never gonna make it out of my room". You placed the wooden spoon on the counter top and turned around slowly to look at Dean "is that a promise Winchester" you replied with a smirk. It took a second for Dean to walk over to you, tugging you close to him and pressing his lips to yours in a fiery kiss. Pulling away leaving you breathless "oh it most certainly is, I will gladly give you all my shirts to wear" he said with a huge smile, kissing you once more.

In that moment, you knew that his flannel had been the catalyst, bringing you both together in a whirlwind of ecstasy. A reminder that sometimes, unexpected encounters can ignite a fire that burns brighter than anything either of you could have imagined.

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[imbestforyou]

fireworks

pairing: jj maybank x reader (she/her)

summary: you meet jj at a fourth of july kegger and watch the fireworks together

approx. reading time: around four minutes

warnings: drinking, smoking, keggers, really short, not edited very well

note: this is awful but whatever thanks for being patient with me 😭 (also i struggle with sticking to past-tense and/or present-tense so if you see mistakes pls ignore)

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you never drinked or smoked. it was something you promised yourself when you were younger. seeing your parents absolutely ruin their lives over it, made you never want to try it. therefore you never went to parties, cause really what would you do with a bunch of drunk, high, and horny teenagers?

“come on, it’ll be really fun! and maybe you’ll meet someone cute there, you never know!” ashley pressures.

you cringe at the thought, “what would i even do all night anyways?”

“idk.. mingle! come on! it’s summertime and you’ve done nothing but be in bed by 8:30. i promise after this no more parties.” before you can continue arguing with her she starts going through your closet, finding something for you to wear. by the time you had to leave you were dressed in a white top with blue accents and jean shorts.

being fully surrounded by teenagers you didn’t know made you uncomfortable. and all you could think about was that everybody could probably tell. ashley mumbles something about a drink and a cute guy so after she leaves, you walk away from the log you two were sitting at and instead sit down next to a tree a little farther away from the kegger. you sit on your phone for what felt like hours before getting up to go find ashley, who is also your ride.

but as your getting up someone bumps into you and you feel liquid spill all over your white shirt.

“oh my god!” you look down at your shirt, complete ruined and stained.

“shit- i’m so sorry” you look up to see a blonde haired boy with an empty red solo cup in his hands. behind him you hear three teens snickering in the back and watch as they run away.

“is that beer?” you ask irritated. he starts chuckling at your question.

“i mean do you see the color? what else would it be?” he drops the solo cup on the ground before reaching in his pockets for napkins.

“very funny.” you glare at him.

you pause for a minute before continuing, “honestly it’s okay, i just want to get home and forget i even came here in the first place.” you go to grab your purse and your almost dead phone.

“the fireworks haven’t started yet though.” he says taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

“i don’t care. and sorry but can you not smoke near me.” you air out the smoke that’s in front of your nose.

“why? are you asthma- asthmathatic- uh.” he stutters trying to find the right word.

you laugh at the blonde’s attempt at saying the word. “asthmatic?” he nods. “well then no i’m not i just don’t like people smoking near me.”

“is that why you’ve been sitting by this tree for the last three hours on your phone instead of actually talking to people?” he teases.

“are you stalking me? that’s a little weird- um sorry i didn’t catch your name.”

“jj.” he takes his hand out so you can shake it.

you accept it, “y/n.”

“so are you from here? i’ve never seen you around.” he throws his cigarette in the nearest trash can as you continue walking out the kegger. he follows close behind you.

you clutch your purse closer to you as you walk to keep it from falling, “no actually, i live in maine but my grandparents are from here and i wanted to get away for the summer.”

“maine wow, so what do you do up there? it’s up.. right?” he’s walking close next to you now, a couple feet away from the scene you both had come from.

you laugh at his lack of knowledge, “yeah yea- it’s up from outer banks. close to new hampshire, massachusetts you know. but honestly when i’m over there i don’t do much. i just go to school get home and the cycle repeats.”

“hmm. so how do you know audrey, if you’re not from around here?”

“you really are a stalker huh?” you tease him.

he shakes his head smiling at me, “i’m just observant is all.”

“she’s a family friend i guess. this is my first time here since i was like three so i don’t know many people.”

“well now you know me.”

“yeah, i guess i do.” he stops walking after a couple seconds of silence.

“i know i caught ya on your way out but we could still go watch the fireworks together.” he takes his hands through his hair and with the streetlight hitting his face this is the first time you’ve had a good look at him. and you blush a little at the invite and maybe also cause he’s cute.

you sigh, “yeah yeah, that’d be fun.”