YALL PART TWO OF FROM ME TO YOU IS COMING OUT SOMETIME TODAY! Its Even More Clich Than Part One, So Clear

Y’ALL PART TWO OF “FROM ME TO YOU” IS COMING OUT SOMETIME TODAY! it’s even more cliché than part one, so clear your schedule for today!!

Clapton Davis HCs

bf!clapton would definitely have nicknames for you. whether it’s a play on your actual name or something like “sweetheart”. like, they’d make you feel so sweet and special, and clapton would definitely revel in that feeling. he loves making you feel happy in his own special, silly way. on the complete other hand, sometimes they’d make you respond in a complete eye-roll and soft punch to his shoulder. either way, he loves whatever reaction you give him.

bf!clapton would totally carry your books for you on your way to class. even if you had a class on the other side of school, he’d gladly be late just so he can see you laugh at his awful attempt of a joke before you walk into the classroom. besides, how would he get through class if he didn’t have an image of your smile in his mind to help him through it?

bf!clapton enjoys the smallest things about you. things that you, yourself don’t even notice. he loves the way you look at a paper when it makes no sense to you. he loves the way you quietly hum the song you knew he loved, just to impress him. it worked. but he didn’t need to know that. he was too busy appreciating the bags under your eyes from your many nights of staying up late. whether it be studying (which he always admired you for), or to just simply mess around, he loved them.

bf!clapton loved how special you made him feel. you never shrugged off how he felt, or his thoughts. you never summed him up to just his worst moments, of which there were many. his favorite example of how you acted around him was how you acted when it was just the two of you. you would bring out this side of yourself that many never got to see, and it made him feel like the happiest dumbass in the world that he was special enough to see the real you.

just like you, bf!clapton feels extremely comfortable around you. he feels like he can let his walls down, and this persona and reputation he’s built at grizzly lake high school. nobody to impress, persuade, or run from. just you, which he’s incredibly thankful for. he doesn’t have to worry about how bad his jokes are, he knows you’ll laugh at them anyway, because he’s pretty sure you love him. and you’re pretty sure he loves you.

these are my first ever published headcanons! there is an upsettingly low amount of clapton davis content, so i really hope you liked them. i’m gonna open requests very soon, so get those requests cooking. ☆

FINALLY SOMEONE GETS IT

Yeah getting railed and being called 'babygirl' or w/e but have you considered kissing his forehead and having him fall asleep with his head in your lap as you play with his hair???????

this scene got me feeling like a victorian man seeing an ankle 😔😔😔

(i need him to whimper in my ear like a needy bitch)

can you please make a fluff piece where the reader moves in to boyfriend!Mike’s house? I enjoy reading your work!

hey-o! and thank you! kind of back from the dead with this fic, but i really love this request so i had to do it. for all of those who have put in requests, i swear i’m getting to those! they’re cooking, promise. (also not a christmas fic but i love these christmas borders made by @saradika-graphics so i had to use them) enjoy!! ☆

moving day

words: 409 (short i know, sorryy)

pairing: boyfriend!mike schmidt x gn!reader

warnings: light cursing, and just some cute domestic fluff ❤️

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“okay, i think that should do it.” mike says as he places the last of your boxes onto the bedroom floor.

“thank god.” you groan, exhaustedly. it had been a long day of moving, walking, and carrying for you both.

moving-in was exciting for you. when mike first extended the offer, you thought that he was kidding. but no. he actually wanted you to live with him, and that made you feel a myriad of happy little emotions.

“now, we just gotta unpack.” he states.

you let out an even more exhausted groan in response.

you had about half a dozen boxes, and unpacking them was not an option for you. due to major exhaustion—and let’s just be honest, unwillingness—you flopped down on his your bed in hopes that you’ll fall asleep and when you wake up, everything would be taken care of.

mike, on the other hand, was more amused than exhausted. yea, getting all the boxes from your car sucked, but this was certainly brightening up his day. actually, just you in general brightened up his day. he wasn’t the type of person to show his emotions, but the fact that he could call his bed “our bed” now made him want to do like, several mental backflips.

so he couldn’t really be mad at your childlike tantrum you were throwing just now. i mean, it was pretty funny. but he knew if you never unpacked today, those boxes would become part of the house, and he didn’t feel like navigating through a bunch of boxes for the next couple of years, so he decided to be a good boyfriend and help you get off the bed,

by pushing you off, like a good boyfriend would do.

you land on the ground with a loud thud, which emits an unusual giggle from mike.

“you motherfucker.” you say while laying face down on the ground.

he walks over to you and crouches down to get on your level. you open your eyes to find him smiling at you in your immature state. before he can react you kiss him and pull him down by his neck so now he’s on laying on the ground kissing you.

he’s quick to wrap his arm around your lower back and pull you, so you’re both on your sides. you put a hand up on his cheek and smile into the kiss.

yeah, you could definitely get used to this every day.

no because nobody around me understands how SAD peeta’s reaping is. he already has a mother who hits him to begin with, and when he gets chosen, he’s looking and waiting for his brothers to volunteer for him. HE HAS TWO BROTHERS. and nobody did.