#im the reader

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

i realised a few minutes ago while scrolling that lando is dyslexic, and now i can't stop imagining the reader being an author, or like, an indie author, and desperately needs someone to read her book to tell her if its actually good or not, and lando making it his personal mission to make sure that he reads her book, despite his dyslexia.

[nightlunatic]

Arthur Morgan - the man that you are

[lillaberry]

Spencer Reid x reader who used to have fearful attachment style but is now avoidant

[thehoundwrites]

Reader going up to sevika: hey I heard you don't have a last name. feel free to take mine baby~

[what-is-merlin-so-gay-for]

reading orv fanfic on the train is giving me real bad vibes,,, i ain’t ready for this kind of deja vu ok

[neon-junkie]

every night i lie in bed and think about the reader and micah getting married. micah wears his white suit, and the reader wears a black dress. and right after they get married in the towns church, they head down the road to the bank and rob it ❤️together❤️ whilst still in their wedding attire, but wearing matching red bandanas

[star-puff]

thank you for your contribution to the miya "thighs" atsumu jar; each atsumu imagine donated is a future el's salvation from a breakdown at 3am 🥰

IM— HAHAHAHAHAHA BYE I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU TOOK THE TIME TO EDIT THESE PICS HDHFJEJDJ

[chrismdthings]

haunted house

“sure is dark in here..” chris’ voice teetered as you both walked into a dark room of a haunted house. his way of “fun” at a theme park always included a haunted house for some reason. it always threw you off since he wasn’t the calmest in a dark room with things jumping out at him. or in a dark room in general.

you didn’t even reply, just following behind him as you felt the others shuffle in behind you. somewhere in the back, ethan was grabbing onto josh’s shoulders out of fear even though nothing was happening yet.

chris’ hands shook at his sides. “i’m totally not scared of anything.” he continued on, you pushing him from behind as he stood still, not moving forward with the others. “i mean who’s scared of the dark these days? not me. not christopher michael dixon. no sir.” 

you rolled your eyes as his uneasy voice and light jumping when you all turned corners. “do you want me to hold your hand?” you asked like a mother with a scared child, but a part of you wasn’t surprised at chris’ reply;

“yes, please.”