#zac efron imagines

[ceoofdisappointment]

does anyone write for zac efron x reader/you ???

I legit can't find anything on here or ao3

[fangirl-imagines]

Dating David Von Erich Would Include...

A/N: The Iron Claw and David have been living rent free in my brain. Also shout out to @heartbreakprincehbk for their amazing Iron Claw fics.

You are absolutely his number one fan.

Every match he or his brothers are in you can be found sitting front row cheering him on and trying your best not to wince when he goes down in the ring. Even though sometimes its only Michael or Pam giving your hand a reassuring squeeze that keeps you from rushing into the ring. 

David considers you his good luck charm, he says having you there to watch him always makes him perform better in the ring. Fritz hates it, reminding David that there's no such thing as luck and to focus on his training instead of some girl in the audience. 

Either way, David takes you everywhere with him. An out of town match? You’d better pack an overnight bag. Him and his brothers are heading to the lake? Grab your swimsuit baby, he's already on his way to pick you up. He’s working out today? He’s already on the phone asking if you want to come watch him. 

His brothers give him a hard time about it but they all are thrilled for David that he found someone as good as you. 

Being protected like crazy since you’re constantly surrounded by wrestlers that look at you like a sister.

You become especially close with Michael as the two of you spend time hanging out waiting on his brothers at matches. 

He is often the third wheel for you and David, being like a little brother to you too. You’re never too bothered by having Michael come hang around with you and David. 

David is such a family man, he loves having you around his family, seeing how naturally you fit in with them. It makes him all the more excited to have a family with you in the future. 

He’d be the sweetest dad, play wrestling with his sons, watching them grow up close like his brothers and him and teaching them everything he knows. 

Lots of late nights driving around in his truck, your legs in his lap, the windows down, singing along to the radio together at the top of your lungs. 

Your favorite dates are always like this, just the two of you doing nothing but doing it together, just enjoying the slow moments. 

The best nights are especially when he takes you down to the lake late at night, both of you winding up skinny dipping together with the only light being the moon and stars. 

Laying on the dock together afterwards, wearing his shirt, thumbing his wrist wrapped around your waist, is the first time you tell each other that you love each other. 

Playing with his long hair. Wrapping strands around your fingers, even braiding little strands of it when laying in bed together. 

 He almost never calls you by your name, David is a nickname man for sure. 

“Darin, you almost ready to go?” “There’s my baby! Did you enjoy the match?” “Michael, you seen my girl?”

Always stealing his hat, leaving the sportatorium with his arm around you and his hat safely on your head. 

Sometimes he had to wrestle it back from you, playfully showing you his moves, careful not to be too rough with you when he tosses your giggling self around, gently pinning your wrist and stealing his hat back, joking that he was gonna use the iron claw.

[airenyah]

happy to announce that ohm pawat made it through yet another show without being grazed by a bullet despite the fact that he had a gun shoved into his face on multiple occasions

and with that the gay romcom continues to be the only series in which ohm pawat ever ends up with a gunshot wound

[meanmeanstridemeanmeanpride]

[General] von Erich Headcanons

You first met in the dining room of the Von Erich residence. It had been a long night, and you happened to catch the eye of Kevin von Erich while walking home. Your family owned a ranch near the von Erich’s, and he was simply going home to join his family for dinner.

Seeing you out there, alone and drained, Kevin asked if he could give you a ride. Then it turned into coming with him for dinner, when you mentioned how long you’d been walking. It was easy to trust him since you knew who he was.

And it was a kind gesture, one that completely changed your life.

When you stepped into the von Erich’s home, you remembered Fritz calling out to Kevin, “you finally decided to join us!”

Followed by a groan from Mike, and a snort from David. As you both walked to the dining room, you heard Doris tell her boys to behave. And you could never forget the look on her face when she first saw you.

“Kevin, you didn’t tell us you were bringing company,” she almost scolded him, but you could tell she wasn’t bothered. Only surprised.

“Yeah, about that…” Kevin turned to you, and suddenly everyone was looking at you. Well, the boys, that was. Fritz continued to eat as you introduced yourself. Doris got up to make you a plate, and Mike’s attention—when faced with a good plate—couldn’t be wavered.

So, that’s how you acquainted yourself with the von Erich’s. They enjoyed your company as much as you did theirs, and it didn’t take long before you found yourself nearly with them everyday. Wrestling match or not, you found yourself welcome into the family.

Kevin was naturally a family man, hanging with him alone was rare. But when you did, it was mostly full of rides and picking up a meal. Of course at the mention of possibly picking up food, Mike always managed to squeeze himself into going. Not that either of you mind.

David invites you to watch the boys practice. He always wants to show you something new, and he always asks how it looks from outside the ring. Now his father can tell him one thing, but he’ll always turn and ask your opinion once he’s gone.

Kerry would borrow Kev’s truck whenever you two would spend time together. He’d take you anywhere you asked, even if that meant annoying Kevin because his truck was gone hours throughout the day. This doesn’t become an issue when he gets his motorcycle, though.

Mike made sure you knew that he was your little brother from the moment you asked about his music. He can trust you with his ideas, and his taste. You made it a point to trade records with him every week. Every other week, when he isn’t at practice or school, you go shopping for new releases.

There is a part of them that fits into you, and a part of you that fits into them.

[officiallanxichen]

[Image description: two photos of me, a white ginger person, at two different points in my life. The first is a photo of me as an 11 year old, wearing a white swim shirt and with a black mustsche drawn on my face. I am sitting against a log-cabin like building and am making a goofy face. The second is a recent picture of me at a pride event. I am wearing a black t-shirt with a trans pride flag on it and white text reading "defend trans lives," a Gilbert Baker pride flag as a cape, and have a pride flag stuck in my ponytail and pride heart stickers on my face. I am walking out of a free-standing door surrounded by rainbow pride flags and am grinning. End image description.]

today is my 10 year anniversary of coming out as trans (by email. to the only openly gay friend i has at the time)!! it's crazy to think that I've known I'm trans for almost half my life :O if little 12 year old Tam could see where I am now I think his mind would explode from how confident in myself and my gender I am (and from how many incredible queer people I know and love!!). If you're a newly out trans person, or youre questioning your gender, this is your sign that things DO get better and people will love and accept you for who you are no matter how weird and nonconforming your gender expression is <333 I'm so so grateful especially for my internet friend community, who've taught me so much about how to be trans in ways that work for me and also about the power of fagdyke solidarity. It's not called family for nothing!!! Here's to 10 more years of fagging it up and I'm sure 32 year old Tam will have reached gender levels that I can't even comprehend right now 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

[nillial]

NILLIAL THIS WEEK WRAPPED

> graduated into unemployment

> torrential downpour after the ceremony and i look like a pathetic wet cat

> one of the security ladies tells me to find my family and get out (OKAY LADY!!!!!!)

> day of graduation one of the roomies tests positive for covid

> we had to move the next day

> he packs all his stuff and quarantines away from the rest of us and his gf (also our roomie) moves it for him

> moved with my six roommates to a house and was up moving until 5am

> roomie 2 (the gf) gets covid

> feel fine and then develop what feels like allergies

> takes a test

> i hauve covid

[warofchanges]

Drabble prompt: B insinuates L had a type (smart twinky Japanese murderers) and that Light was a major downgrade. Light is mortified by the insinuation but also can't help but insist that he would've been a major upgrade compared to B. LMAO

As the day wore on, the heat climbed higher, even higher, for a mid-summer day. Rivulets of sweat slid down his forehead, his shirt soaked and oppressively clinging to his back. Light felt the cotton stretching uncomfortably against his skin as he leaned against the wooden counter, seeking relief in the shadows of the empty pub and the cold glass of whiskey in his hand.

The sweet buzz of the fan with the jingle-jangle of bottles shifting order on the shelves would lull even a workaholic God… He could ask for more minutes of rest, but the sudden slam of the door opening didn't agree, apparently.

"Hello there, Yagami."

Light knew Beyond was there before the man talked. With eyes closed, sipping his drink in total peace, his ears well-captured the agonizing sounds of heels stomping on the floor and fingers drumming against the counter saying in Morse code ─ 'Hello God of the assholes'.

"Beyond." Light had the decency to say before gesturing for another drink. "What brings you here?"

"Gossiping. Well─ it's likely to become the talk of the town soon." Beyond poured himself a drink from a bottle, grinning in Light's direction. Who was still pretending he didn't exist ─ too bad, he would get the long-awaited attention within seconds. "Good ol' L really like murders. And murderers. To L─ being in direct contact with a killer felt like bathing in blood during a carnage. The benefits of walking barefoot in the hot fluids, viscera squishing under the soles, you know, that subtle rolling massage that makes your skin crawl and de-stress from all the tension… Aaah."

Beyond gulped down the alcohol, cheeks flushing with loving memories.

"Nah, killer Gods cannot know. They just hold their fingers like this," He turned towards Light, fingers aiming at his head like a gun. "And, puff, he's deaaaad! Deader than dead! HA HA HA."

Light huffed in silence, forehead sinking against his glass as he counted down to ten to refrain his venom ─ was it worth killing this man with his bare hands? "Beyond. Get to the point."

"L fell on disgrace liking Kira." The lonely audience of Light and the barman was enough for the sociopath to jump on the counter and walk down his catwalk, dripping alcohol at every step by swinging the bottle with only him would define elegant energy. "I don't really understand what he found in a kid playing God with a damn pen and a notebook, doing all the pfewh pfewh in the obscurity of his cute little bedroom─" Heels planted in front Light, Beyond crouched down to observe the man who stole L's attention from him. "And jerking off on an L scribbled on a piece of paper like 'Oh captain, oh my captain L, roses are red! Violets are blue! But the world is not the same without y─'"

"Excuse me?!"

Light stared back angrily, cheeks flushing─ certainly not because of the heat wave or the alcohol in his veins. His intention to ignore B's insinuations crashed to pieces the moment he spat back his retort. "Then, I guess L wasn't fond of sociopath killers who even failed at setting themselves on fire!"

The answer was yes ─ yes, he would kill this man with his bare hands right now.

"You don't see the poetic in the scorching fire of a suicide murder!" "Accept the fact he liked me more than you!" "Your hands have no knowledge of the ecstasy of disembowelment! Oh L, if you only let me show you─" "Your worm-shaped brain cells coming back to the underground? Oh, I am sure he would love that." "You're unworthy of his attention, little illusion of a God." "Worthier than you, asshole─"

───

"STOP!" Mello roared from his director's chair, throwing away the script that Beyond and Light weren't following ─ obviously. "STOP, FUCKIN' STOP YOU TWO! "

Matt rolled his eyes as it was already the twenty-ninth failed attempt at shooting the same scene ─ he had told Mello from the start that it was a bad idea involving both Beyond and Kira in a memorial documentary of L.

[6okuto]

our babygirl coded man : leon s kennedy

(obsession is so bad rn.)

lifes crazy bc i was lurking my ex managers twt and they were posting abt leon and now im answering asks and i see this. oh leon... sixty five is not too bad‼️ i hope uve collected more like he deserves. if theres any good fanart Let Me Know 👩🏻‍💻

[hoshizoralone]

a post where i separate every woman in smash by how i would categorize them in relation to samus if she had a dating sim and they had to be assigned a character type (that im saving here in case i ever want to go back to think about this) . and other samus & smash girls shipping thoughts

firstly i originally posted this on bluesky so if you’re not following me there.. go do that!! @hoshizoralone.bsky.social

explanations for the tropes are as follows:

childhood friend - palutena (kid icarus and metroid game overlaps of which there are many. like come on man... this is a nobrainer)

energetic cute girls - peach/daisy/pyra (daisy is jock leaning)

jocks - wii fit trainer/alex/mythra

mysterious transfer student - sheik/mii gunner/rosalina/lucina (though samus is not in school. but i'm not sure how else to explain this trope. maybe just "mysterious character")

the love interest that openly flirts with the mc - bayonetta

(varying degrees of) nerds, the smart girls - byleth/robin/zelda/isabelle (like lets say they were put into a scenario with samus. they would be the brains of the operation. robin would have had the adam stuff in dread solved immediately)

i don't care - corrin (i really tried to think of what trope she could be but i don't even imagine samus would like her)

not viable (teenagers). these two become a background couple - min-min/leaf (well, i had thought this, but after making the post on bluesky someone told me leaf’s canon age is 11. i had thought she was nebulously teenaged…. so either age her up here, or forget this tier exists)

not viable (babies) - villagers/inklings/wendy/nana

i do think the idea of creating a sim revolving around samus would be fun, only issue is the pression has truly kicked my ass this year and i really am all out of writing ability. i have two other games already sitting in my drafts half finished…

it could make for a fun rom hack though. Maybe instead of the chozo giving you power ups its the other girls . And at the end you have to Save The Girls not the animals. Someone make that happen.

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the above isnt arranged by how much i ship it but the below is. imagine gandrayda (of metroid prime 3 fame) right under samus and then a massive powergap and then the rest of the chart:

two professional girlfailures are facing off head to head in this 500 chapter slow burn sam/palu fanfiction - palutena (palutena is a girlfailure at everything but samus only falls into that category for women. it would be an extremely long time for samus to realize palutena likes her . could they make it work when they're both so busy? read my nonexistent fic to find out)

samus has a one sided crush - peach/rosalina/wii fit trainer. (samus will never confess. peach has mario and samus isnt messing w that. samus thinks she's not cool enough for rosalina. wft is already in a relationship consult the lone wii fit trainer lore)

(in my head samus’s one sided crushes are justified like this:

peach - she is literally so pretty it’s blinding. peak femininity is making samus short circuit

rosalina - parentless lady from space who has been left alone/feels lonely resonates hard

wft - she gives constant positive feedback which i think samus is starved to hear)

i used to love sam/bayo but bayo3 sucked so i kinda dont care about it anymore - bayonetta. sad day.

one sided crush on samus - alex/robin/zelda/lucina

samus-neutral - sheik/byleth/isabelle/gunner/pymythra/daisy/corrin. (they probably wouldnt pass up the opportunity to kiss samus if given one but they're not having their thoughts occupied by her)

one sided childhood crush (thinks she's cool) (not reciprocated) - min-min (samus is sort of like a celebrity. it's sort of like having a crush on zac efron when hes 18 and youre 7)

i consider samus in her 30s so every teenager and baby who doesn't have a cute unreciprocated crush is out of the running - leaf/villagers/inklings/nana/wendy

someone had asked… where’s dark samus. for me as one of the five samus x gandrayda shippers, i think if there was a dating sim and dark samus was in it samus would immediately halt the events of the dating sim to go hunt her down as repayment for everything + the whole killing her girlfriend thing. like she cant exist in this world.

the only other samus thing i ship that isn’t mentioned here already is samus x cortana. it could be cute. i do Naut ship her with any guys. lesbian samus for life

aside from samus x gandrayda which will probably always be my ride or die ship, i think the ship with the most interesting stuff to explore is samus/palutena… they aren’t alike characterwise at all, but it’s just that their series are linked in a metatextual sense, so its fun to imagine them together. in a “we’ve been hanging around each other for a while!” kind of way. well, opposites attract..

anyways that was my post. If you read this and have thoughts let me know. Maybe i’ll draw some stuff in my freetime. Cool thanks love ya bye.

[cobrakaisb]

get'cha head in the game

summary: you’re a star basketball player, destined for a life of greatness outside of the walls of camp half-blood, but the only thing you want is confined to cabin eleven. 

word count: 2.95k

featuring: nike!reader, mention women’s basketball players, talk of college recruitment, me being a proud member of uconn nation 🤝 , and fluff

🎵 get’cha head in the game by zac efron

fake right, and break left

“it can’t be that hard,” travis gloats, standing in front of you as you dribble the ball between your legs casually. 

you shrug. “play me and find out,” you reply, throwing up a perfect three pointer. 

“i just mean that you spend all summer being a demigod, your skills have to be a little rusty,” he exclaims, throwing up a hand too late as the ball has already swished through the net. 

connor, his younger and just as sassy brother, grabs the rebound and bounces it to travis, saying, “that’s true. you’re here, picking strawberries and flirting with luke.” 

your cheeks flush at his comment, and there are several laughs from your friend group. you risk a glance at the head counselor, who’s sitting with clarisse, silena, chris, and charlie on the sidelines. his shoulders are shaking with laughter, but his cheeks are just tinted a bit red from the teasing. although, there really is no need for it; there’s nothing more than a flirtationship and occasional make out between you two. 

“but i could still beat you,” you say, effortlessly stealing the ball from travis and sinking the layup. 

“that’s what, five to zero, not that we’re keeping score,” you add tauntingly. 

“settle down nike, you haven’t seen nothing yet,” travis says, and your friends ooh at his words. 

“okay fine. first to twenty one wins. and to make it fair, we’ll play loser’s ball,” you say, passing the ball to him as you take a defensive stance. 

travis scoffs at your words, opening his mouth to protest, but luke cuts him off, “just take the deal trav, she’s saving you from further embarrassment.” 

you smirk at your friend’s words, pulling your basketball shorts up your thighs as you crouch down and get in travis’s face. he gulps, a nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead, but doesn’t say anything as he tries to formulate a plan. you watch his eyes dart around the court, and know exactly what he’s going to do. it’s almost too easy. 

one. two. you count the dribbles before you swipe the ball from his hands. you take it outside the three-point line, per the rules, and take the shot. 

grabbing the rebound, you hand it to him, “like i said, loser’s ball.” 

don’t be afraid to shoot the outside j

“one of these days the harpies are going to get you,” luke says, making his presence known. 

you turn away from the basket, smiling softly at him as the ball soars through the air and into the net. he’s in his pajama pants and a black hoodie that’s a little too small on him. 

“i can’t help it,” you explain, holding the ball between your palms at the free throw line. 

luke sighs. he can’t imagine the pressure to be great. “what drill are you running?” he asks, stepping beside you.

you smile. “make ten free throws, in a row. then i’ll hit the elbows, and after that three’s,” you explain, dribbling the ball three times before shooting. 

you don’t miss. he doesn’t expect you to.

“well how many have you made?” he asks. 

“twelve. but you watching always makes me nervous,” you say, trailing off towards the end. 

his eyebrows furrow at your words. you’ve always been vulnerable with him, but that usually takes coaxing. this was an easy admittance; it makes him nervous. 

“why?” 

“don’t know. i always want to play good for you, for all of you guys i guess,” you say with a shrug. 

luke crosses his arms at that, a serious look taking over his face as he observes you. he’s trying to process what you’re saying, read in between the lines. you’re sure of it, the small furrow in his brow giving him away. you go back to your shooting drills, his gaze burning deep into your skin is too much for you. 

“you always play good though. and i know that because the apollo and ares boys talk about how teamed up they still can’t beat you,” luke says. 

you flush at his words. you’d hoped he didn’t know about your games with them: you versus two boys. it made you feel superior to them, all the campers here, and you felt guilty for it. you’d never been on a quest, and you never would. your mother wasn’t one of the twelve olympians, so you didn’t even have a cabin to call your own, just a bunk in the middle of the hermes cabin. at the same time, she hadn’t given you a special gift or anything noteworthy, just her competitive spirit. something which you’re sure was passed down to you and your siblings, not that you had many. 

“i’m not supposed to be a star here, luke. the whole reason i came to camp was to get a some sense of normalcy, and i can’t even do that right,” you mumble. 

he grabs the ball from your hands then, forcing you to look at him. “nothing about you is normal. neither your parentage nor basketball skills. and especially not your fancy sports school, but we don’t hold it against you. we all have our quirks,” he says, a lopsided smile on his face, one you easily reciprocate. 

“yeah i guess you're right.”

“i know i am, nike,” he answers, surprising you with a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “let’s head back,” he continues, lacing your fingers with his, giving you no other option but to follow. 

cause when we get it then the crowd will go wild

“and you got more mail today,” your dad says over the iris message, “something from the coach at princeton and one from quinnipiac.” 

you nod your head, humming softly to show that you heard what he was saying. 

“i think you should come home, sport,” he adds, and your eyes widen at his words. 

the protests are on the tip of your tongue, but he beats you to it, “i know. i know, but this is your future we’re talking about. i mean, some of these coaches are inviting you to a practice and a meeting.” 

you understand what he’s saying, really you do. the opportunities coming your way are endless, but how can you give up summer when it just started? this year is your senior year, and once you commit, you know there will be no more summers at camp half-blood. you’ll be giving up frolicking in the strawberry fields with katie gardner and sneaking out to bonfires with clarisse and silena. next summer, there won’t be pick up games with travis or training in the late hours of the night while luke grabs the rebounds. 

“can’t i just have one month?” you beg, finally meeting your dad’s eyes. 

he hesitates, you can see that he’s leaning towards no, but you interject, “please dad. it’s my last summer here. we all know it.” 

he sighs, mumbling something about sending emails, but replies, “one month. i’m coming to get you right after the fourth, no ifs ands or buts. got it?” 

you nod excitedly, smiling as you wipe at your cheeks, which you didn’t even notice were damp. “thanks dad,” you whisper. 

he smiles, nodding his head, “you got it.” 

the two of you sit in silence for a minute, and as you move to disconnect the message he says, “i’m proud of you, sport, always have been.” 

you smile again, shyly this time after hearing your dad’s praise. “thanks dad. love you.” 

“love you too,” he answers, before swiping his hand through the mist and ending the call. 

you take a breath, shoulders dropping with relief. you have one month left of summer before it’s back to the grind, and you know exactly what you need to do; who you need to talk to. turning on your heel to leave the cabin, you collide with somebody. looking up at them, you realize that it’s luke, and the apologies die on your tongue when you notice the far away look in his eyes. 

“hey. you okay?” you ask, giving his biceps a squeeze. 

he swallows, meeting your eyes as he asks, “you’re leaving in a month? i thought we had the whole summer?”

you bite on your bottom lip, regret pooling in your stomach as you answer, “yeah. a lot of colleges want me to play for them, so i need to go talk to some coaches.”

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he steps away from you. you frown, reaching out for him, but he holds up a hand, effectively warding you off. the distance between you two makes you uncomfortable, and you gnaw at your lip as you wait for him to gather his thoughts. 

“how many schools?” he asks. 

“what?” 

“how many schools are looking for you?” he says, stepping closer to you again. 

the question is unexpected, and throws you off balance for a second. “oh. um a lot. there’s a ton of them,” you say. 

“like?” he probes, waving a hand for you to continue. 

“well, there’s usc, but they have juju watkins so i don’t think i’m really needed there. uconn, with paige bueckers and azzi fudd, plus they’re looking into sarah strong so i don’t know how much time i’ll get there either. kim mulkey from lsu and dawn staley from south carolina have both reached out. princeton’s given me an offer, and so has michigan, but i don’t really know about those two. some smaller schools too, like quinnipiac and uri want me to play with them. i think fau and a couple massachusetts schools have reached out too, but everything is still really up in the air,” you ramble, feeling nervous explaining it all to luke. 

“geez nike, those are a lot of schools,” he says with a proud smile on his face. 

you smile back, “don’t i know it.” 

it’s quiet between the two of you, and he finally opens his arms. you walk right into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck where it smells like sweat, pine needles, and irish spring soap. you’re a bit more relaxed now, the threat of leaving camp for good pushed back in your mind. then again, being luke’s arms always relaxes you. 

“i can’t wait to get a uconn jersey,” he whispers, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he guides you out of the cabin. 

you raise a brow at that, “who said i’m going there?”

he gives you a look that reads ‘seriously’ and replies, “the best of the best go there, nike. and you’re clearly one of best.” 

you laugh at his words, throwing a playful elbow at his ribs, but he just pulls you closer, kissing the top of your head. you lean into him, wrapping an arm around his waist as the two of you walk through camp, searching for your friends.     

should i go for it? better shake this, yikes!

“i can’t believe you’re leaving tomorrow,” silena pouts, looking at you over the rim of her cup. 

“i know! i feel like summer is just getting started,” you reply, smoothing out your beach towel as you take a seat next to her and clarisse. 

“maybe you’ll have a weekend off to come back and visit,” clarisse says, and silena nods her head excitedly. 

you know the odds of that happening are doubtful, but you nod and reply, “yeah maybe.” 

the mood turns somber then, and the three of you sit in silence. nobody knows what to say as you wait for the fireworks to start. 

“you know what, we can’t be sad. it’s your last night, and we need to come up with a plan for you to confess to luke,” silena exclaims, a determined look in her eyes. 

you freeze mid-sip, and cough up the liquid. “what?” 

“oh don’t play dumb, we all know you have feelings for him,” she continues, waving her hand casually. 

“i don’t. he’s just a friend,” you reply a little too quickly. 

“you, you got what i need,” clarisse starts singing teasingly. 

“but you say he’s just a friend,” silena continues. 

“you say he’s just a friend. oh baby you,” they shout, singing together. 

you can’t help but laugh at their antics, shoving silena’s shoulder as they quiet down into a fit of giggles. once you all calm down, silena takes charge again, “but seriously, you need to tell him how you feel.”

you shake your head, but clarisse interrupts, “this could be your last chance.” 

you sigh. she’s completely right. the chances of you coming back to camp after tomorrow are slim to none. and while you may have convinced yourself you're okay with never knowing how a relationship between you and luke would go, there will always be a small part of you that regrets not saying anything. 

“even if he rejects you, you’re leaving tomorrow, so it doesn’t really matter,” clarisse adds, and silena slaps her shoulder. 

“i mean…not that he would,” the daughter of ares stutters, but you wave her off. 

“you guys are right. i’m gonna tell him,” you decide, downing the rest of your drink as you stand up from your spot on the beach. 

silena claps excitedly and clarisse gives you a big thumbs up as you walk towards the shoreline, where some of the boys are playing a game of football. you don’t even need to call out to him, he sees you coming and excuses himself from the game. his cheeks are flushed and he’s panting a bit as he approaches you, pulling you into a quick hug. 

“you good?” he asks, giving you a once over. 

“yeah just…can we talk?” you reply, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. 

he nods, a worried look crossing his features, “yeah of course. let’s go to the woods.” 

you let him lead you to the woods with a firm hold on your hand. the entire time, you’re shaking with nerves, which is strange since you’ve never felt this nervous in your life. even the biggest basketball game can’t compare to this. he stops in a secluded ring of trees, dropping your hand as he stands in front of you. your palms are so sweaty, you realize, and try to discreetly wipe them on your denim shorts. 

“you good? you look like you’re gonna be sick,” he says. 

“i feel like i’m gonna be sick,” you mumble, and he tilts his head in confusion. 

before he can say anything, you open your mouth and the word vomit starts. you’re not really sure what you’re saying, but it’s something about your feelings for him and how you need him to know before you leave tomorrow. when you stop, and take a few shaky breaths, you finally meet his gaze. there’s a softness in his eyes, as he cups your jaw and pulls you close to him. 

“gods, nike, i’ve been waiting to hear that since forever,” he whispers, before planting his lips on yours. 

you melt into the kiss, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer. he agrees, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his chest as his teeth nip at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. you comply, parting your lips slightly as you let him in. he pulls back, takes a second to breath, before leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. your fingers tug on his hair, and you arch your back further into him. 

“gods luke,” you say breathlessly. 

“we can’t all be good at sports, but i know enough to understand you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take,” he teases, kissing your chin as you laugh at his words. 

“you know who said that?” you ask between laughs.

“yeah, micheal scott,” he answers, and you burst into laughter all over again.  

“i’ll miss you, nike,” he whispers, once you’ve both calmed down. 

“i’ll miss you too, luke,” you reply. 

you gotta get’cha, get’cha head in the game

a year and a half later

“okay everybody shut up! they’re going by grade,” someone shouts, and the crowd of demigods quiets down as they sit in front of the screen. 

nobody can remember how they got it, but someone convinced chiron and mr. d to let them set up a screen and projector to watch uconn basketball’s first night. connor and travis claim to have found the items buried away in the big house’s attic, and while chiron would normally question the truth behind that statement, the excitement of your basketball debut outweighed the repercussions. especially when charlie and the other hephaestus kids found a way to get access to connecticut’s local news station, in long island.  

“i bet she’s next,” someone shouts, and everyone listens patiently to the music and the voice of the announcer. 

“a five-ten freshman guard from long island, new york,” the announcer starts, and everyone starts screaming and cheering, “number eleven, yn ln.” 

luke isn’t sure where the cheers are louder, camp half-blood or gampel pavilion, but he smiles nonetheless as he sees you skip out of the tunnel to the song from high school musical. he watches as you look at the camera, pointing between your eyes and the lens before blowing a kiss. chris shoves him gently, and luke feels himself blushing. 

“why’d she pick number eleven anyways?” one of the younger campers asks. 

“for luke, obviously,” another replies, and everyone turns to look at his uconn jersey with an ‘11’ printed on it.  

[wisteria-lodge]

hi i was reading your hp critical metas and i love them all i was currently reading about the ask on how draco was intended i was wondering you said

"So I think most fans look at Draco and see someone who is arrogant, a little bit of a shit, but is also sensitive, clever, emotional, nonviolent. (He’s definitely got a little bit of boy band non-threatening sexuality going on.) "

But what does "boy band non-threatening sexuality going on" mean though?

So there is a category of male celebrity, marketed to girls in their early teens (think like 12-14) who are definitely positioned as romantic, desirable figures BUT... with an emphasis on being, above all nonthreatening. Relationships, sexuality, that sort of thing often starts to get ~*compelling*~ around that age, but it's also very new and a little scary. So these guys are soft, pretty, clean cut, young-looking (but not little boys.) They can be cool, sporty, soulful, angsty, there are many flavors. But like... it's a type.

All my examples here are from the 90s-2000s, because they're who I was aware of when *I* was 12, but I imagine that Justin Bieber, Zac Efron, 5 Seconds of Summer, One Direction, the Jonas Brothers, a lot of the K-Pop boys.... do a very similar thing. Just enough sexuality to be fascinating, not enough sexuality to be intimidating.

And... I think Draco Malfoy falls into exactly that sweet spot.

(I pulled some fanart from the first age of results, just to get a super basic overview of how he's viewed by his fans. Unfortunately that did include AI :/ )

But like... you see what I mean. He's pretty. He's got nice hair. He has a *look.* He's rich. He's a bad boy because he's an antagonist, but he's not SCARY. He's not THREATENING. He's defined by being aggressively nonviolent and backing down from fights. He's also sensitive and sad, which absolutely makes him a romantic figure. Also, that scene in Book 6 (which is *the* prime Draco book) where he's talking to his buddies while his head is in Pansy's lap and she's stroking his hair? That is absolutely framing Draco as a sexual being, in a way that's honestly pretty unusual in a series where most characters are quite desexualized.

So yeah. That's what I mean when I say that part (but not all) of Draco's appeal is the way he manages to strike that perfect balance between too much and not enough sexuality, in a way that most boy bands are also very good at.

[merrycrisis-if]

I finally found a song for my MC & Nat!!! Zac Efron and Zendaya's Rewrite The Stars!! Considering how stubbornly in love MC can have been with Qiu I imagine that they really want to beg on their knees and give their all for Nat ready to dedicate themselves to the relationship even more than in the past since it wasn't enough before

Can you tell I like to overthink of the parallels with MC and Nat and MC and Qiu? Specially taking Qiu's non-queer route and Nat's queer route because yes, while MC could find someone their family and society would "accept" more as an option, they don't want to, because they want Nat and grow old with them if only Nat wants it too independently of the difficulties... I love them your honor

I love this. Like, Qiu being the one that MC first loved, Qiu being the one that broke MC's heart, but Nat being the one that put the pieces back together again. Also Qiu being the partner of MC's dreams (the Perfect One) and Nat being the one that MC would not for a billion years expect to be with, beyond MC's wildest dreams, but the one that MC needs. Testament that comfort -- and love -- sprouts in the most unexpected places.

Also love the song. It's interesting because there's that idea of Nat and MC not working out. But Nat (or MC) refusing to admit that it's fate, that it's inevitable... and battling against the end to try and fix things, or "rewrite the stars", as the song goes. It's almost as though MC had accepted the end of their relationship with Qiu and doesn't want to do it again, doesn't want to let another person go without fighting tooth and nail for them. Or perhaps it's Nat as compared to young Qiu, knowing that love isn't some grand thing that comes and goes, dictated by the whims of the universe, but something you work for, something you build brick by brick, even when it comes crumbling down.

So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied. / you claim it's not in the cards. / And fate is pullin' you miles away and / out of a reach from me

[male-fictioner]

I Want You Back

Pairing: Yandere ex-bf Zac Efron x male reader

Category: Yandere

Warnings: stalking, possessive behavior, spying, manipulation, that's it ig

Word Count: 1.1k +

A/n: I had this sitting in my drafts for the longest of times, I finally had to write it. I'm not very good at writing yandere content, as I never have written in before. But I hope you like it.

You had met Zac a long time ago through some mutual friend. At that time you didn't know how things would end up. You and Zac quickly became friends and very close and soon you realised that you might have found someone you love. 

When Zac asked you out you couldn't have been happier. You were over the moon and had a perfect date. This was 4 years ago and within a while, you had made it official with each other. 

The relationship had been great for all the while you two dated. You did not have any complaints and he treated you like a prince and showered you with all the love and gifts. This is why he was so surprised when you broke up with him almost six months ago. 

That decision came when you felt very restricted and tired in the relationship. Don't get me wrong Zac is amazing but you needed to just be alone for a while and he didn't understand that.

Over the last few months, you felt guilty about breaking up with Zac after how well he treated you and loved you. And also because it seemed like the universe wanted you to get back together too. 

Everywhere you would go, you would be forced to remember Zac. Like when you saw this cute teddy bear near the stairs of your apartment complex. It was exactly like the one Zac had won for you at the Arcade for one of your dates. The resemblance was uncanny and made you wonder if it was that very same one. At first you thought maybe it's the effect of breaking up a relationship that lasted 4 years but after a while rather than missing him less, you started missing him more.

Every now and then, you were made to revisit a sweet memory you shared with Zac. This made you reconsider your decision. Made you doubt yourself. Made you think whether breaking up with Zac was the right thing to do. Did you make a huge mistake? Will Zac take you back?

You still weren't sure if you wanted to get back with him. So you ended up deciding to find a quick and easy rebound. Maybe this would help you move on.

Finding a rebound was not difficult at all. Guys nowadays want a quick and NSA fuck mostly. So you hooked up with a good looking guy you found on Grindr. 

This guy was so nice and sex with him was also amazing. After Zac you really hadn't been much physically or emotionally available for anyone and this was a welcome change in your life.

After you guys hooked up, this man asked you if you wanted to go out sometime. You really liked him so you agreed for the date. 

You and him texted back and forth for a couple of days. After careful consideration for both your schedules, you decided on a date, which was a week later. 

Imagine your shock when you showed up to the venue that was discussed, after dressing up nice and sexy, the man did not show up. Not only that, he did not respond to any of your texts, or pick up your call. After waiting almost an hour, you concluded that you had been ghosted. 

Feeling sad due to you getting stood up, you started going back home dejected. And you were standing face to face with the last person you had expected to see. 

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Zac asked, feigning surprise.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you quipped not wanting to admit you were almost on a date.

“Well I was just passing by. But you look really nice. Very handsome. So naturally I'm curious.” He raised his arms to show that he did not mean to grill me or something. 

“I had a date, but he stood me up.” You admitted rather sheepishly remembering how Zac never made you wait. 

“He must be a fool to miss out on a date with you. I would give anything for that opportunity.” He replied earnestly. 

Seeing him and listening to his words made you feel more guilty. “I missed you,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. All your thoughts and strength went away after realising how much you had missed your ex boyfriend after the break up.

“I miss you all the time,” he confessed. This made your heart melt a little. “Did you have dinner?” 

You just shook your head to indicate ‘no’. 

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” Zac asked, hopeful that you would say yes.

You just replied, “It's a date,” and dragged him along to the closest restaurant.

Over dinner, you discussed everything, including your reason for leaving him. Zac promised to make an effort to better understand your feelings and wants. You promised to let him know if it got too much so he can dial down a little. And with the help of clear and truthful communication, you both got back together.

Well truthful communication on your side at least. Because Zac had been keeping a secret from you that he was sure he would take it to his grave.

The secret was regarding how he got you. All those coincidences that led to this serendipitous moment, were no work of fate at all. They were all in the plot of the mastermind Zac Efron. 

You finding the teddy bear that looked exactly like the one you had from the arcade was because Zac kept it there. He had to go all around the town to find that exact teddy. He had memorised your schedule and positioned the teddy bear exactly in a place where you would spot him right away at the perfect time when you would be coming home from work. He also knew that you wouldn't be able to abandon such a cute teddy bear, you just would take it home with you. And what you could never know is that this seemingly harmless teddy bear was fitted with a camera and microphone by which Zac had been able to keep an eye on his darling and make sure he is safe. And if he needed to beat anyone up if you brought them home with you (which you didn't, making Zac believe that you still love him). 

The fact that he could jerk off to your naked body was just an added benefit. He could see all your actions and he did not believe it to be wrong because he was just taking care of you. 

Every time you would see something related to Zac, it was because he had planned it that way. And he was glad he did because he finally got to have you back.

Now that he had you, he planned to never let you go away from him. No matter how far he had to go.

Your feedback and comments are highly appreciated. Also my requests are open!!

[endless-ineffabilities]

Omg, imagine Darling and Ewan doing like the lie detector test interview, and also the most googled questions about them interview together, and they also do that interview that’s similar to the one lily colins and Zac Efron did for the netflix movie they did together where I totally felt like they were in love and they had to look into each others eyes for like 2 minutes without saying anything and they complimented the other gahhh…I’m too invested in this fic.

Ahhh you're just as insane as me, bestie <3

I just saw that lily/zac friendship test and oh my days... Why do I feel like Ewan would be so shy on-camera and it will mostly be the reader complimenting and praising him and he'll just turn beet red. 🙃 But ofc at some point he'll say something so out of pocket and revealing and Darling will just be like 'stfu, Mitchell!'

Most googled questions...

Ewan: "Is Ewan Mitchell... single?" *looks at darling for approval* *she narrows her eyes at him playfully* "Ewan Mitchell prefers to keep his cards close to his chest... but if you want an answer, you can check out my Instagram!" *darling face-palms*

There will be loads of moments like this to come! I cannot frickin wait to write them <3

[the5thcellar]

The only reason why people are against the perspective of Luke and Nicola having it, it's the internal fat phobia for me. Same thing for the group 'no chemistry' in the series. Anons wouldn't say all that shit about one sided crush from her, if she was indeed a woman with a skinny body, not a mid size one. The thing is she doesn't need it, cause she is ethereal and perfect in her way. She is a beautiful woman. She is gorgeous, while people project much of their own insecurities on her. Luke, though, is just the other typical male celebrity. If they'll ever jump on the train, it will certainly be him asking her out, not her following him. I don't see this woman in her golden retriever stage for anyone. She knows her worth and is sure to be aware of impulsive decisions of his.

OH CLOCK IT OMGGGGGGG. 193829293912% !!!!!!!!!!

I would like this post a hundred times if I could. I've been pretty much silent about the issue of fatphobia in the fandom because the arguments I've witnessed / been involved in on twitter ALWAYS get the same dead end responses - "not everything is fatphobia they just have no chemistry" / "you have to admit that Nicola isn't that attractive it has nothing to do with her weight".

It's LITERALLY fatphobia. Most of the times it's not even internalised - people are literally saying the quiet part out loud by insisting Nicola doesn't look good enough to warrant attraction from a "hot guy" like Luke.

LIKE BE SO FUCKING FR RN OMG ??? I've had to sit through people shipping SO many weird ass pairings that I personally felt were completely absurd - pairings that the mainstream audience ate up just because it was a skinny girl with a hot guy.

(Truth be told - and on a more relevant note - I literally felt like Phoebe and Regé had no chemistry. both of them were so absolutely compelling and gorgeous as individual characters but they didn't work together for me)

Isn't it strange how no one really said much about the previous two Bridgerton pairings where aesthetics were concerned... and were lauding the couples for all having such GREAT chemistry with one another ... but when it came to Luke and Nicola they were all suddenly so insistent that there was no chemistry at all and that their views are completely objective? Nah. Pack it the fuck up. All these people are fatphobic as hell.

What's made it worse is the bloody ozempic obsession that has swept over Hollywood in the past year. Suddenly celebs who used to advocate for body positivity are all skinny - doing a hypocritical 180 on the self love ethos they were preaching.

But anyway that's diving more into social commentary and I don't want to veer too far from the original content on this post.

So 100% yes - a HEFTY MAJORITY of polin antis and lukola antis are blatantly fatphobic. If you cannot imagine Luke Newton can EVER have feelings for Nicola but think him and A are obviously a great fit - you're fatphobic. You can pretend you're objective all you want ... but think about why you're so FUCKING QUICK to defend Antonia and say she'll be together with Luke forever / she's totally his type when 1) she's barely been in the spotlight - she's done no interviews or anything for y'all to even get enough of an idea of her personality to stan her or bat for her 2) y'all don't fucking KNOW his type you just assume it's skinny women because his celeb crush is dua lipa and everyone loves hot and skinny women right? newsflash guys my celeb crushes are Zac Efron and Mads Mikkelsen and HELL YEAH I'd fall over myself to date either of them... but in a fuck marry kill contest I'd still choose to marry Jack Black.

What you think is attractive as a fantasy is not always what you find attractive in a long term partner.

You're here on my page defending Antonia and insisting she's a better fit for Luke not because you know her, or like her, or even because you respect Luke. You're here on my page because you're using her as an excuse to come for Lukola. You're here on my page because you cannot imagine that a fat girl can be together with a "hot man."

Now check that.

[vile-wizard]

I'm imagining a scenario in which Adrien Agreste did acting instead of modeling (maybe Gabe is locked away in a glass coffin and Emilie is the one micromanaging their son's life?? Lol 🤗)... He's got Disney channel child actor level fame. Zac-Efron-early-2000s-teen-idol fame.

Marinette of course is still head over heels for him but NOW instead of just looking at modeling pictures she's watching movie clips of him hamming it up in some kind of alternate universe French High School Musical (because that's the kind of break out role he'd have I just know it):