Okay so it’s time for fluffy headcanon about MC and Damien’s happily ever after:
- MC’s handwriting gradually starts to improve because he and Damien write letters to each other constantly. Like every day. He’s not at Damien’s level of penmanship, but he’s getting better. He still seals his letters with the kitten wax seal though.
- They keep up the letter writing even after they move in together. ‘My beloved, could I trouble you to purchase a dozen of the finest eggs when you pay a visit to the grocer after work? I had hoped to make french toast when Amanda graces us with her presence this weekend.’
- They both write letters to Amanda while she’s at college too. She usually sends back a torn piece of notebook paper with ‘ok cool, love ya pops’ written in colorful gel pen and sealed with a sticker (she saves the actual catching up for phone calls and visits, but she thinks the letters are hilarious)
- She usually refers to Damien as her dad’s ‘suitor,’ until they get married and then she starts calling him stuff like ‘esteemed father.’ She also calls him Gomez Addams or Lestat at times.
- Lucien is slow to admit it, but he really warms up to his new family too, especially since his dad is so happy. He and Amanda become good friends and text often, he finds her easy to talk to and she grows fond of her new gloomy bro who’s actually sweeter than he seems.
- After Lucien goes to college and moves out, MC and Damien decide to get a dog. They want a hypoallergenic one though, because of course they want Lucien to be comfortable when he visits. They end up with a tiny fluffy Bichon who they name Queen Victoria. Of course.
- MC and Damien attend pretty much every Victorian themed museum exhibit or event or movie or whatever they can get their hands on. MC has honestly gotten interested in the stuff and lets Damien design him a whole historically accurate outfit too. He doesn’t wear it every day, but it’s kind of fun to put that stuff on for dates and special occasions.
- They avoid scary movies, but every so often there’s a gothic horror movie that’s just SO accurate with the Victorian costumes and has such FANTASTIC attention to detail and…yeah, they’ve got to go see it. Damien holds MC’s hand the whole time and hides his face on his shoulder during the really scary parts (MC lets him know when the scary bit is over and it’s safe to look again.)
- MC is usually pretty adverse to the outdoors, but he really likes working with Damien in the garden. It’s relaxing, and he likes to listen to Damien talk about the flowers and their meanings while they work.
- Damien really helps MC deal with the grief about his late spouse that he just wasn’t able to let go of yet. Damien’s attitude toward death and grieving is really just the thing he needed, and Damien assures him that it’s fine to take all the time he needs. It doesn’t matter that his spouse passed a while ago, that grief is still perfectly valid. Turns out it’s a lot easier to finally work through everything when he’s not trying to put on a brave face all the time for Amanda.
- When they finally get married it’s the most extravagant affair. A very historically accurate recreation of Victorian weddings down to the last detail (except for, of course, no one batting an eye at the two grooms.) MC cries because he’s a big softy. Damien cries too because he never thought he’d find such happiness. Those fancy monogrammed handkerchiefs get a lot of mileage.
- Just Damien and MC being so happy and healthy and in love!!
Yoongi’s Reaction to you rapping to his audition song during sex
request: yoongi’s reaction to you rapping to his audience song during intercourse
sure bro :D here you have it!
It all started when he came home on you masturbating to him, which made him lose all the control he tried to keep inside his body, He was very busy thanks to his company and schedules. When he tried to approach you, you suddenly stoop up in front of him and pushed him to the bed. You tried to dominate him and he let you do it. You took off your pantiz first and then his boxers. You then had an idea on how to seduce him even more not really lol. “Wait” was the last thing you said after you blindfolded him, handcuffed him and went to your closet. You took your pre debut Yoongi printed out mask and your phone to play the song - while you rapped to it. You then went to the bed - and he felt himself getting ready. You put your mask on, played the song, and right as the song started, you took off his blindfold. You were lucky you handcuffed him, because if you didnt, he surely could have slapped that mask off your face and hit your phone right into your ass. When he saw you, and heard the song, he could feel his dick melting into a pea, because it was such a huge turn off for him. He watched you rap to the song with his melted dick inside of you with a killing expression - oh how much he wanted to kill your ass….
“oh hell naw” “I swear to Jesus it could have been better if you rapped to Everyday Bro instead of this shit” “you’re slowly turning me into a man with no dick”
a/n: super fluffy. mentions of alcohol and getting drunk. Part 2 I’m hoping to add some smut, we’ll see. My first chubby/curvy/plus size reader fic! Also I prefer long hair Thor (I’m still sad over his new haircut)
Summary: The reader is new to the team. Thor can’t keep his eyes off of her.
“Good morning Thor!”
“Good morning Lady y/n, you are looking lovely as always.”
“Thank you.” you said, while continuing to mix the batter you were preparing.
You shook your head, smiling. He was always such a sweetheart. You had just got out of bed, wearing only a tank top and cute sleeping shorts. You weren’t sure what Thor’s idea of lovely is, but you thanked him anyway.
“I was about to make french toast, would you like some?” you asked, as he rummaged through the fridge.
Thor peeked his head over the refrigerator door, “I would!“
Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one nigh stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned.
You wake up scared, not because you had a nightmare but because you feel something heavy on top of you an arm. Lazily you open your eyes seeing the man by your side, you can’t deny he is really cute but you don’t want to be here when he wakes up.
Delicately you take his arm from the top of you and slips off of the bed, you are definitely not ready to have that awkward morning talk. What do you even say to someone that you just had sex but don’t want to see ever again? It was nice to have your dick inside of me but I am going now, don’t forget to wash your sheets?
You don’t think so; carefully you retrace your steps trying to find your clothes. When you are dressed properly you try to get out, but his door is locked and you can’t find the key anywhere. You hope that this is not the beginning of a horror movie before you can try anything else you hear his alarm going off not leaving you to many options.
Description: Harry is mesmerized by you, and he wants you to move in.
Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Harry
Word Count: 834
If someone were to ask you a year ago that you would be dating Harry Styles, you would’ve laughed. That just doesn’t happen. The common people did not mingle with the higher class. Especially since you were working in a run down coffee shop that only had two customers within three hours.
However, you’re currently draped over Harry with both of your clothes on the bedroom floor in a heap. He was tracing shapes on your back as you lay with your eyes closed. You could tell he was pondering something, because his eyebrows were furrowed, causing creases on his forehead.
“What are you think about, love?” you finally asked, resting your chin on his chest.
“Hm? Oh, nothing, pet, just random stuff,” he quickly said. You could tell it was an excuse. Not pushing it anymore, you sat up and stretched. You walked over to Harry’s drawer and pulled it out, examining all of your options.
“D'ya mind if I wear a shirt of yours?” you asked, timidly picking up a plan white shirt.
Harry laughed. “Don’t you have your own shirts here?”
“Well yeah, but they aren’t as nice as yours,” you smiled.
“I don’t mind at all, love. You’ve already got your hands on one, anyway,” he sat up and leaned back against the headboard.
You smiled and pulled it over your head, not bothering to put a bra on. After slipping on some clean underwear, you sat back down on the bed.
“You want breakfast? I can make french toast or somethin’”, you suggested.
“That would be nice,” Harry leaned forward and gave you a kiss.
You were maybe ten minutes into making breakfast before Harry came downstairs into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway. He watched you sway your hips to a tune you were humming or jump a little when you nearly touched the pan. It was mesmerizing and he couldn’t get enough of you.
Harry wanted to see you in his kitchen all the time. He wanted to see you in his bedroom, just laying in bed on a rainy day. Or see you with him on the couch watching a movie late at night until you fell asleep. He wanted to experience everything with you.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” you giggled.
“What, now I can’t stare at my lovely girlfriend?” Harry asked, walking over and examining the mess you had made on the counter.
You watched his glance at the scene and you giggled some more. Harry couldn’t help but notice your nipples pushing against the fabric of his shirt. They would bounce ever so slightly every time you giggled. You followed his eyes and scoffed.
“Oh my gosh, Harry, you pervert!” you burst out laughing.
Harry cracked up, wrapping an arm around your waist.
You flipped the pieces of toast and set them on a plate for Harry and yourself. The two of you sat down and started eating.
“Oh, I have to stop by my place later today. Apparently I received some mail from a friend, I don’t know,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. You covered your mouth as you talked so you didn’t spill bits of food in front of Harry.
Harry nodded. “Yeh, that’s totally fine.”
You both finished eating soon after, and you offered to wash dishes.
“Love, you don’t need to do that,” Harry sighed.
“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind doing it.”
Harry stayed and kept you company. You two talked for a while before you finished washing the plates. It was decided that today was going to be a movie day, so you set up the TV and pulled the shades. Even though it was a movie day, you knew Harry would only sit through one, maybe two movies. However, you didn’t mind. That’s just how Harry was. You would most likely get on your phone halfway through the movie, anyway.
Harry entered the room and admired how you sprawled across the couch. He was absolutely in love with you.
“I was thinking,” he started.
“Never a good sign,” you responded, sitting up to make room for Harry on the couch.
Harry playfully glared at you before continuing. “Maybe you could move in with me. The house is a little too big for myself, and it doesn’t feel like home if you aren’t here. If you aren’t comfortable, that’s fine, just say so, but-”
You laughed and squeezed his arm. “I would love to, Harry. I really like your house and you of course.” You smiled at Harry and nestled into his side, knowing that through the first half of the movie, you would be at Harry’s side. The second half of the movie, he would be laying on top of you, nearly falling asleep on your chest.
“Is that what you were thinking about earlier? You were in too deep of thought to just be thinking about ‘random stuff’,” you asked.
Harry laughed. “I mean, maybe. But we don’t need to discuss that.”
Date that dark eyed boy you’ve known for 7 years. The quiet one with the strange, old-fashioned haircut and the shy smile, who always makes you laugh over the strangest things. The one who told you about the Industrial Revolution, British Rock music, how to make French Toast, and more recently that he loves you, through a note and a flower on your doorstep. You love him too, but you’re still not certain he really meant it that way. He wouldn’t want to date you of all people. The thought of confronting him, and having him confirm your fears makes you physically sick. You have no choice but to never see him again.You will fake your death. No, you will fake his death. No, you will change your name and move to Alabama. He will never find you there.
Do not do any of this. Date that dark eyed boy. Please.
Prompt: Hello! Could you write something about being married to Lip Gallagher, pretty please? Thank you! 💗
A/N: a I know you didn’t ask for headcanons and I know these are shit but you asked for something with being married to Lip so this is what happened I’m so sorry if you don’t like it, but I hope you enjoy!
-the proposal was so spontaneous, you guys were walking the streets of Chicago and he stopped walking, looking at you and said “let’s get married”
-of course you said yes!
-he saved up every last dime he came in contact with to get you a ring almost as beautiful as you
-his words not mine!
-he’s shocked you “settled for him”
-his family is more shocked then him because they never thought he’d settle down with one girl
-they all make jokes and he yells at them but you just blush
-Debbie is so happy to have you as a sister the girl idolizes you
-Ian is so his best man
-I’d like to think Mandy comes back and even though her and Lip’s past y'all are besties and she’s your maid of honor
-you so got Liam to carry the rings that moment was the purest thing around
-handwritten vows with lots of tears
-Lip moved in with you after the wedding and Liam is at your house almost everyday
-Liam has slept over multiple times and loves to sleep between the two of you
-this isn’t even a joke Liam is like your child
-Lip basically raised Liam so it makes sense, you don’t mind
-you have the kid talk at least once every other month
-Lip wants to have kids with you so bad but is waiting until you two are stable when it comes to money.
-Lip wants nothing more than a family with you please give this boy kids
-for now y'all have Liam
-ok I’ll stop mentioning Liam sorry
-Lip is hell bent on providing for you
-you have a job he just really wants to make sure you are the happiest healthiest person in the south side
-Lip can make a mean packet of ramen but also makes some lovely French toast if you ask
-this boy’s life goal is to make you happy
-he just loves you so much and you love his equally as much your marriage is beautiful and honestly goals for everyone
He knew when you were dancing at one of Stark’s parties again, you were dancing quite hilariously, not at all sexy, but somehow that made it even sexier.
“Hey, Doll.” He maneuvered his way through the throng of people and got to you from behind. Putting his hands on your hips and his lips close to your ear, he placed a soft lingering kiss right beneath your ear lobe.
You jumped slightly at his words but calmed when you realized who it was. Turning in his grasp you tangled your hands around his neck and brought his lips to be met with yours.
“Hey, handsome.” You exhaled and smiled lightly up at him.
Tfw you’ve been sitting in an otherwise empty parking lot for the past 20 minutes because a.) you shit the bed and forgot today was Sunday, a day not made for people who wake up earlier than 11am apparently because nothing’s open yet, and b.) your debilitating anxiety mandates you must arrive everywhere at least 15 minutes early, when some Bob Cut Barbara drags her obnoxious Escalade into the parking spot right next to yours in what is, may I remind, an otherwise empty lot
“I want french fries and root beer like you wouldn’t believe.” “Honey mustard. Not that fancy dijon crap. Give me a bottle of honey mustard.” “I pretty much ate every form of cake within arm’s reach. Donuts, pastries, muffins, danishes, cookies, cupcakes…” “I have cravings for apple juice and fried chicken wings with ranch, but thankfully not together.” “One week I ate ONLY chicken quesadillas—Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner.” “My husband always laughed when he saw a full jar of pickles with no juice… he knew it was me.” “I want ketchup on everything. And I don’t normally like ketchup.” “I craved mozzarella sticks throughout the entire pregnancy with my first kid.” “I ate one pineapple a week while I was pregnant!” “Whenever I had morning sickness, I’d immediately eat a hotdog with sauerkraut right after…” “All I wanted the entire time I was pregnant was Big Macs and french fries.” “Potatoes. Baked, scalloped, mashed, whatever it doesn’t matter. I love them.” “When I was pregnant with my first son, it was PB&J for 3 months!” “Why doesn’t this place have any good barbecue at 3 AM?!” “I need some chocolate sauce in my life.” “No, I will not rest until I get my Doritos.” “Frozen yogurt and brownies are all I can think about right now!” “I’d kill to get a spicy chicken sandwich.” “They’ll probably be weighing me on a livestock scale by the time October rolls around. ” “He’s making me french toast and apple cider at 11 PM. Clearly, I married the best man.” “I’ve never had it before, but I want it so bad. It looks so good!” “The pregnancy cravings are endless, please help me eat this.”
happy mother’s day all you people !! here’s a cute fluffy imagine about daddy!luke because idk i just really thought this was realistic and dorky and cute and idk im smol leave me alone
The shrill voice was heard throughout the apartment, and thankfully Y/N didn’t wake up from it; Luke did. He blinked his eyes a few times, rubbing the sleep out of them as he realized that his child crying.
He sat up in bed, causing Y/N to start to stir, but he hushed her. “Sleep, love. I’ll get him.”
Y/N rolled onto her other side, pulling the covers closer to her to keep her warm, and Luke sighed in relief. He knew how hard she worked, raising their baby while he was at work, so he felt obligated to let her sleep in for once.
Finding his way to his son’s room, Luke saw the crying baby lying in his crib, his toes clenched just as tightly as his fists as he continued to cry. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, groaning that it was no later than 7 in the morning. “It’s okay, little man.” He said, gingerly taking his child up in his arms and cradling his head, trying to calm him some.
His son continued to cry. “Da-Da!”
“What’s up, Coop? You need a changing?” Nothing. Luke sighed, walking over to the changing table and lying Cooper down.
Once he was done changing Cooper, he still continued to cry, making incoherent noises as if trying to tell him something. Luke ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room for some type of answer. “Are you hungry? Mommy’s asleep, bud. We can’t wake her up.” He said, taking him in his arms again. “Let’s go see if there’s any formula in the kitchen somewhere.”
He crept down the hallway, glancing towards his door to make sure Y/N hadn’t woken up. Down the stairs he went and straight into the kitchen, opening various cabinets in search of the artificial food, which he finally found.
But, as he was grabbing a bottle from the top shelf, his eyes caught sight of a date circled on the calendar, situated in the middle of the refrigerator. Mother’s Day.
“Shit.” He cursed under his breath, placing Cooper in a highchair whilst he threw together the bottle and formula as quickly as he could. “Alright, bud. It’s Mother’s Day, and I kinda forgot.” He told the year old child, to which he just stared up into his father’s eyes as he fed him. “Which means we have to be a good family for Mommy and make her breakfast.”
He stood in the middle of the kitchen, feeding Cooper until the bottle ran dry. “You all finished?” Cooper let out a squeal of excitement. “So, should we make Mommy pancakes or French toast?”
“Cakes!” Cooper tried saying, but Luke understood him enough to know what he meant.
Straight away, Luke searched online how to make pancakes, and went digging through even more cabinets to find all the supplies he needed. One by one, the ingredients were added—having Cooper on his hip the entire time. “Okay, we need a pan to cook the pancakes on. Where does Mommy keep the pots and pans, bud?” His son’s tiny hands reached behind his back, gesturing towards the cabinet beside the sink. “In there?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow at how he knew the location of the elusive pan he needed.
Cooper was right. He picked out a suitable pan, putting it on the stove and lighting it. Pouring out the batter was a bit difficult with only one hand, but having Cooper in his arm was like he was helping him. And after all, it was Mother’s Day; Cooper had to participate and help since Y/N was his mom.
Luke leant up against the counter, watching the pancake intently as it cooked. He began to think. “Do you think she wants something else to go with it? Like fruit or something?” He asked; Cooper just stared at him, sucking on his thumb. “She probably does.” Luke made up his mind, turning his back and rummaging through the fridge. “Do we not have any fruit? No oranges? I could’ve sworn she just bought oranges or clementines or something like—”
“Da-Da!” Cooper yelled, giggling loudly into Luke’s ear.
He turned his head and looked at the boy quizzically. “What’s so funny, Coop?” The boy put all his weight on Luke’s shoulder, facing behind him and trying to get out of his grip. Luke turned around to see what the boy’s fidgeting was all about, to only see the pan in flames.
“Fuck!” He shouted, running and putting Cooper in the highchair. “Shit shit shit this isn’t good” He said, taking the pan and throwing it into the sink with a loud clatter, turning the water on and watching the flames die down. “Every fucking time.” He said, breathing a sigh of relief and looking over at Cooper. “You saved my ass, bud. Thanks for that.”
The child beamed at him, breaking into a fit of giggles. Luke couldn’t help but laugh along with him, walking over to him and picking him up again, kissing his head. Cooper’s tiny hands grabbed either side of Luke’s face, squeezing his cheeks and giggling at how funny he looked. “Having fun there, bud?” Luke chuckled. He lifted Cooper high above his head, blowing hot air onto his stomach and making him laugh even harder. “Guess who loves you! Daddy loves you!” He said, kissing all over Cooper’s face, finding so much joy in seeing his little boy love being showered with admiration.
“You two are so cute it makes me sick.” Y/N teased, emerging from the staircase and rubbing her tired eyes.
“Mama!” Cooper said excitedly at the sight of his mom.
“Fuck, babe, you were supposed to be asleep and we were supposed to bring you breakfast in bed like a good family would.” Luke said, annoyed that his genius plan for Mother’s Day was now ruined.
Y/N rolled her eyes, taking Cooper up in her arms and whispering a quiet, “Good morning, handsome” to her son. She looked up at Luke. “Do you actually think I care about that stupid Mother’s Day stuff? All I care about is you and this little guy. That’s all I need to have a good Mother’s Day.”
Luke walked towards her, pressing a loving kiss on her lips. “You are amazing.”
“Yeah, I know.” She joked, looking down at her baby’s blue eyes, identical to Luke’s. “We make pretty adorable kids.”
“The adorablest.” He agreed, running his fingers along the little boy’s arms. Cooper gripped Luke’s pointer finger with both hands, bringing it up to his mouth to try and gnaw on it, but Luke retracted his hand. “Whoa there, bud. You don’t know where that’s been.”
Y/N nudged his side, a look of disbelief crossing her face. “You’re disgusting.”
“You say that now,” Luke said, kissing her temple once and grinning cheekily at his wife. “But tonight, it’ll be a whole different story.”