LMFAO 😭😭

Excuse me?

Nah, people are weird as hell because what the fuck is this?

Only Nico stans are weird like this fr.

@everyone:

Guys, I need someone to yap to.

SASSY MEN DO IT BETTER! | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. in which yours and tom’s behind the scenes gossip session goes viral and everyone’s dying to know who’s it about

AUTHOR’S NOTE. thank you to whomever requested this, nonnie i love you! this was so much fun to write and instead of Instagram posts, I decided to do tweets this time! enjoy as always and thank you for the overwhelming support on my au, it means so so much

installment of this au (recommend reading for context)

It started off innocent.

Just you and Tom in the background of a Behind The Scenes video where Rachel was currently talking about her character, Lucy Gray Baird.

You and Tom were fairly close in proximity—as you always were anyway—and you two were scrolling through your phones, showing each other funny videos or pictures of beautiful places that showed up on your feed.

That was until a message popped up from your ex, some jerk who had somehow gained a role in a movie and thought he was now some hotshot in the film industry.

“Oh seriously,” Tom mutters, watching as you tapped on the messages your ex had sent you. “He’s got to be kidding.”

Your ex had apparently “missed you greatly” and wanted to hang out so you two could catch up. He said he watched The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and was in awe of how well you acted. If he wasn’t such a toxic asshole when you two were dating, you would take it as a compliment.

“I don’t know where he has the nerve.” Tom says, giving you a disgusted look. “Like girl, please.”

“Girl please?” You say, giggling as your head fell back into his chest. “Baby, I didn’t know you said things like that.”

“There’s plenty of more where that came from,” he says, “Okay, I need to stop. What if someone on set thinks I’m crazy?”

“They already think you’re crazy.”

Tom rolls his eyes, shoving your shoulder back slightly. “You’re lucky you’re my girlfriend.”

“I think you’re more of the girlfriend in the relationship Tom,” you say, shrugging. You fail to hold in your laugh as you watch Tom’s expression turn into shock. “I’m kidding, thank you for being the best boyfriend I can ask for.”

He grumbles a sure whatever under his breath when you engulf him in a tight hug.

“You’re practically crushing my lungs.” He says a minute in, only to be responded with a roll of your eye. “But hey, I’m much better than that newbie actor ex of yours, right?”

“Is that even a question?” You say, pulling away. “He was just nonchalant and mean to me half of the time. Don’t know why I even dated him.”

Your phone goes off, another message coming from your ex. “Oh, he called you knock off Draco Malfoy, which by the way, isn’t even an insult because he doesn’t even come close to you or Draco Malfoy in terms of looks.”

Tom lets out an honest to God laugh at your commentary, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah, but didn’t you have a huge crush on Malfoy as a kid?”

You pretend to think for a minute before nodding your head teasingly, “yeah, I guess things never change huh?”

“Okay stop, you know I’m a fake blonde.”

And the entire moment between you and Tom is captured on camera, sending your fans into a frenzy as they watched how cute you two were with each other.

@everyone: FOR ALL MY MUTUALS AND MY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE YOU!!

IM SO READY FOR THIS MOVIE!!

Teenage Fashion Model and her Boyfriend

hey, bestie! I love your writing, it's just a chef kiss mwah! If I can request a fic! Imagine the reader being kinda of a femme fatale, and popular with her peers because of her beauty. -Coriolanus develops a puppy crush on her when he sees her in the halls, but one day the reader notices him, and talks to him, and after that, he's lovestruck and slowly becomes obsessed with her. Leaving cute notes and flowers at her locker and letters. The rest of the story, you can control and write.

The reader is like Jennifer from Jennifer's body but ignore the succubus part.

thank you love, i love this req sm! 🎀 i tried my best to capture everything as my fics aren’t usually too long !! nsfw 18+ skip if uncomfortable

Coriolanus Snow x Femme Fatal!Reader

Coriolanus Snow, the undeniably charming student at Capitol University, couldn't keep his eyes off of you. He was smitten with your beauty and the alluring way you carried yourself, captivating everyone with your grace and presence.

As the days passed, Coriolanus grew bolder and began leaving cute notes and flowers at your locker, hoping to catch your attention. His heart raced every time he thought of you, and he found himself losing focus during classes, consumed by thoughts of you.

One day, you finally notice him. He's sitting alone in the library, head buried in a book, looking oh-so-adorable. You walk up to him, feeling the weight of your beauty and charm, and strike up a conversation.

You engage in a casual conversation with him, unaware of the effect you're having on him. The more you talk, the more infatuated he becomes. His heart races, and he struggles to maintain eye contact as his thoughts wander towards intimate scenarios involving the two of you.

As the conversation continues, You sense something different about Coriolanus. His eyes are brighter, his voice is softer, and he seems a bit flustered. You sense his longing and desire, and a spark of curiosity ignites within you.

You continue to engage with him, teasing and flirting, unaware of the depth of his affection for you. As the conversation deepens, so does his passion, and he finds himself struggling to keep his desires in check.

Coriolanus is on the verge of confessing his feelings for you, but something holds him back. He wants to express his love, but is too shy and self-conscious. He's torn between his desire for you and his fear of rejection.

Unbeknownst to Coriolanus, you start to feel a strange connection with him. His shyness and hesitation only serve to heighten your curiosity about him. As the conversation winds down, you find yourself wanting more from this enigmatic individual who has captured your attention so thoroughly.

Unbeknownst to Coriolanus, you start to feel a strange connection with him. His shyness and hesitation only serve to heighten your curiosity about him. As the conversation winds down, you find yourself wanting more from this enigmatic individual who has captured your attention so thoroughly.

As the night comes to a close, Coriolanus finally finds the courage to confess his feelings for you. His voice trembles slightly as he tries to find the words to express himself, but finally, he blurts out, " I'm in love with you. "

You stare at Coriolanus, barely able to believe what you're hearing. You are deeply moved by his honesty and vulnerability, and you find yourself falling for him even deeper.

" I'm falling for you too " you whisper, your heart racing in anticipation of what might come next. As the two of you stand there in the silence of the night, you realize that your lives have just irrevocably changed.

The two of you embrace, your bodies pressing together as you share a tender kiss. You can feel the heat and desire radiating off of him, and you know that this moment will be one you'll cherish forever.

" My room is just upstairs " Coriolanus whispers into your ear. His voice is hoarse with desire, and you can't help but shiver at the thought of what might happen next.

As the two of you make your way upstairs, the anticipation and desire building within you both is almost unbearable. The door to your room closes behind you, and the two of you are finally alone together.

Coriolanus kisses you deeply, his tongue seeking entry into your mouth as his hands roam over your body. Heat surges through you as he pushes you against the door, pinning you there with his strength and desire.

You moan into the kiss, arching your back against him. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you pull him closer, needing more of his touch. The feeling of his skin against yours is electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of your being.

As if he's reading your mind, Coriolanus's hands begin to explore the most intimate parts of your body. His fingers dance over your sensitive skin, teasing and tantalizing until you're ready to beg for more.

Finally, Coriolanus moves his mouth from your lips to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin as his fingers continue their journey. You gasp and arch your neck into his mouth, wanting more of his touch. This is a feeling unlike anything you've ever known before.

You gasp as Coriolanus undoes his pants, freeing his aching erection. He positions himself between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly positions against your entrance.

" Please " you whisper, your voice trembling with need. " I want you. "

Coriolanus pulls back, only to thrust forcefully inside you, hitting your sweet spot with a force that steals your breath.

His fingers digging into your hips, his mouth trailing kisses down your neck, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that drives you to the brink.

" Come for me " he demands. Your body shudders, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your name, a moaned plea, falls from his lips as he feels your walls clenching around him.

" Coriolanus... " You whisper his name, your voice hoarse from the intensity of the moment. He groans, his body shuddering as he releases himself into you, filling you completely.

inspired by junji ito posing in the barbie box

☆ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

☆ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. (Let's pretend that Vecna died.)

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What they called the Upside is what you call a hell hold; right now, you were with Eddie and Dustin; you guys were inside the upside-down version of Eddie's trailer, back to back, holding homemade versions of weapons.

Spears and shields, you would think of never thought of this predicament, especially if it involved your siblings; you should have never admitted to this.

But now, you guys were scared out of your boots, waiting for the time of the human-eating, probably starving bats were outside, finding a way inside.

You really thought it was clear, and rested your tensed-up shoulder, they found a way to the vent on the roof. They were starving, there were hissing, all you ran towards the vent and started stabbing them with your spears.

"Why did I admit to this" you groan in regret.

"..I have no idea," Eddie muttered

You looked at him, annoyed at his answer,

"..Aren't you my boyfriend? Shouldn't you be giving me reasons I came at least!" you grumbled, looking away from him.

"Can't you think for yourself, Y/N? You are a big girl now!" he smiled at you.

"Are you calling me fat?" crossing your arms.

After what he said, you guys started arguing, like if it wasn't enough, you were in the world of monsters.

"Uh, guys!" Dustin whispered and yelled.

You and Eddie were still arguing and ignoring Dustin; it made you angry at the fact he had the nerve to say that.

"GUYS!" Dustin yelled out, which caught your and Eddie's attention,,

"What!" you guys said in sync.

"A-are there any more vents or openings in here" Dustin stuttered, looking around.

"Shit," Eddie grumbled and ran to the nearest vent, but it was too late, the bats were flooding into the room.

The next thing you hear is a loud slam from the door, "We need to go." Eddie yelled

The next thing you can remember is being near the gate to the human world(?); Dustin was the first to climb the binding rope, then it was your turn; you did hesitate; something inside you felt like something terrible was going to happen.

"Please don't do anything stupid, Eddie," you told him and climbed the rope, landing on the mattress. You looked up at the gate and anxiously waited for Eddie; something was etched on Dustin's face.

"...Eddie!" you yelled,

"Eddie, what are you doing?" Dustin yelled

He never came down; the next thing you heard made your heart drop.

"I'm going to buy us some time" he yelled out

"..Is he serious."

Dustin had a scared look on his face, "Dustin, can you pass me a chair" you yelled.

"What are you doing? ....What do I tell Lucas if you don't make it back."

"Don't question me, boy, pass me the damn chair" you looked at him with a piss-off expression.

He complied with your request, and you jumped into that shitty hell hold. '..And I told him not to do anything fucking stupid." you grumbled,

The fall wasn't too good, you landed on your legs if it wasn't the worse thing ever. You didn't see Eddie anywhere, this worried you.

If this wasn't the worse thing, the bats had to be the worse thing, they were there too. You ran outside and close the door so fast, that a cheetah would be jealous.

You looked around, couldn't see anything but you did see something missing, a bike. 'He didn't, not on my watch", you started running faster than you did before, faster than you did track, faster than you could ever think your body could move.

Thank the heaven above that he was still alive but wasn't doing too good. You didn't stop running though, even if you were in heat of danger you just need to stop him from this suicidal task.

You pacing yourself, and run to Eddie, pushing him over from getting his head removed.

"What the hell was that Eddie" you yelled at him.

He didn't answer you or didn't seem too interested in what you had to say, "..Did you know what you just did, Eddie. Your head almost fucking came off, you have cuts everywhere" you screamed letting your anger out.

That must have been the final straw for him because he came with the same energy.

"You know what I did, I have been running my whole fucking life, Y/N. I just wanted to seek some time of redemption I was looking for my whole, life at least not dying a fucking coward for once" he yelled, you have never seen this side of Eddie, the angry side.

Tears slowly stain your face, "Y-you could have died, you know that" you yelled in anger.

"Y-you could have died", "Eddie...I won't know what to do without you, ed" you caress his face.

"..Y/N.."

"..I'm sorry" Eddie dejected

"You shouldn't be; I should be sorry.", Soon, you and Eddie shared a passionately kiss. But the danger wasn't cleared at least yet. The enemy was near.

"We gotta go, Eddie," you whispered; you ripped off a piece of your shirt and wrapped it onto Eddie's wound, "This will hurt" you pressed the fabric onto his wound, at least stopping the blood flow.

You hauled him onto your back and held onto his legs, trying to run but couldn't because damn, who knew he weight that much. You managed to get him back to the trailer, but the hardest part for getting him out.

"Dustin can you catch something heavy" you yelled out the gate

"I guess so, why"

"Just get prepared"

You got Eddie's body into the human world; now it's just you.

To summarize, you both managed to make it alive; you did have to hesitate to get him to hospital with the allegations of him being a satanist, but you had to you couldn't see him in pain.

☆ Time Skip

To summarize, Eddie lived even with the wound on his stomach; Eddie made an arrest for the counts of Chrissy's death and the deaths of others but managed to be not guilty of the counts of murder throughout Hawkins. He also beat the satanist allegations and rumors around Hawkins and earned compensations in the law of justice, it seems too good to be accurate, but you were happy to see Eddie not having to hide. The good part is that you and Eddie got to graduate from Hawkins. Eddie's career as being rockstar flourished, and his band became a lot popular, gaining a lot of fans. Needless you were happy.

You went to college, and Eddie didn't, but he still supported your life choices.

☆ 5 years later

You and Eddie decided to move out of Hawkins to go to California and move into a Spanish Mediterranean architecture home. The future for you and Eddie was bright; you guys spend all your time together when he is not on tour. You guys really enjoyed hangout and being together.

Needless to say, you were thrilled Eddie popped the question and proposed to you. You had a small, little cute wedding. Then, not even a week later, you got pregnant and had beautiful twins, one boy, one girl.

It felt like a dream to live with the love of your life; you guys were like partners in crime, two peas in a pod, and most special soulmates. :D

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❛❛ ICE ❜❜

matching ・Coach!Steve Harrington x Ice Skater!Reader

genre・Fluff, maybe enemies to lover trope(?) 😏

warning ・None :/

words・1140

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Walking into the skating rink with your backpack in hand, holding your skates in hand, today was the day your new coach came in to help you improve your skating skills.

You sat on the bench, put on your skates, tied them up in the process, 'Might as well practice than waiting.'

The scarping of the ice once your skates hit the ice echoed in the skating rink; you were the only person there practicing your skills on the ice; it was owned by one of your childhood friends that granted permission for you to practice.

Skating Ice was fun; it was satisfying to hear your skates cut the layer of ice in the rink, wearing your ordinary sweater and legging as you skated around.

Practicing toe loops to the lutz, your jumps were perfect, landing onto the smooth ice with the crisp sound of ice being cut from your skates, but even with your everything, your rhythm was somehow always lacking some emotion, they say.

The thought of the idea of your dances lacking emotion anger you. "Does it even matter," you puff out. The lights shined on the ice giving it a white glow; the glow was enhancing you.

Wondering to yourself how the smooth ice was to skate on, how something frozen would be beautiful, not like normal icy water was appearing like an unawakened bear in its hibernation.

The scraping sound of ice filled your ears with glee.

As you held yourself in your arms, skating away on the rink, not hearing or being aware of who came into the skating rink, you were too busy with your thought to comprehend.

The door cracked open, with a cold hiss sound echoing the skating arena like opening a freezer.

Footsteps echoed and took your mind out of thought as you looked towards the arena entrances; he was holding in a duffel bag and had their skates in hand.

His luxurious, delicate locks bounced every time he took a step; you gazed in awe, wondering who this man was, especially when you thought this place was closed and wasn't always anyone in.

Your eyes couldn't take your eyes off him. It was something enticing about him; maybe it was about how he came in, how he walked, or perhaps it's his gorgeous hair alluring you.

Until his eyes spotted you and stared at you, you looked away in embarrassment and skated away from the area inaccessible to the benches.

Your face was hot, practically sweating from the encounter even though the whole rink was freezing; ghastly to say, he was reasonably attractive.

After that, you came up with somewhat of a decision. So you skated to the benches where you threw all your stuff on and did a couple of stretches so your body wouldn't cramp up while you were in the lesson.

Waiting for your new coach to come, since your old coach quit out of you because you were 'too hotheaded,' it is not your fault that they rated your triple axel loops wrong.

You did break some of the signs, but you couldn't hold it in; you rubbed your neck and rotated it to loosen your tense muscles and sighed; this coach is taking a long time to come here. Finally, when you close your eyes, he appears in front of you, not even admiring your personal space, "Your L/N, right?" his modulated voice ranged into your ears.

No way this hunk was your coach; your eyes widen in astonishment "…Y-yeah, are you my new coach?" you should have rethought that answer because it was a stupid question to ask.

"Mhm, I'm Steve, well my full name is Steve Harrington, but you can call me Steve for short," he utters, putting his hand out, signaling for a handshake; you are in a trance by his beauty not even admiring his hand, you just shook your head.

"Not much of a contact person, are you?" he pulled his hand away from you. Not much came out of your word; you just stared at him and crossed your arms.

"Well, shall we start on the ice?" he insisted, "Okay." you sat up from the benches and entered the ice sink with your coach, "Show me one of your routines, so you will know what is lacking. In?"

Did he say lacking, not even one second, and you already have a problem with him? You're never lacking; you are simply perfect and flawless in everything you do, especially ice skating.

You skated away from him and got in position, your arms twirled around your body, as your feet followed the rhythm of your arms, it was a bit awkward since there was no music, as your one of legs dismounted from the ice as you turned your body as you took flight, completing a 360 spin and landing on the ice.

As you push yourself back and accelerate your speed on your skates as you turn around, kicking your right leg back, using the weight of your body, turning yourself, landing on the ice with your right leg being held with your right hand, having your left arm out, to balance yourself on ice, completing upright spin.

You felt confident until you looked at him; his face emitted an unimpressed look; oh boy, that took a toll on you.

You lower your leg, propelling yourself around the ice as you spread your arms away from each other as you turn back and propel yourself up, doing a 360 spin and landing on your right leg as you tuck your arms.

Taking the speed, jumping up and spinning into the air, completing a toe loop and having your left leg in the air, bending yourself 70 degrees and turning in the air while your right leg takes the weight of your body, completing a camel spin.

You lower your leg to the ice, decrease your speed on the ice as you finish up your routine, pose on the ice, have a smug grin on your face, sweat dripping off your face, and your heavy breathing echoes in the arena as the sounds of clapping were followed up.

"That's good." he puts his hand back in his pockets, walking towards you; you turn yourself as you were looking face-to-face with him, "But your turns and jumps were lacking," he utters.

A big hit to the ego.

If that comment didn't make you angry, his critiques would. Releasing your anger was something he wanted you to do honestly; you didn't want him to be right about you at all.

He was breathing in and out, changing your state of mind to be calm. Then, dismissing him with a thank you, that smug smile formed on his annoying face angered you more.

"So..should we get started?"