leossmoonn

[leossmoonn]

Do you know any accounts that post Josh content

I think @janitorhutcherson posts the most jhutch content but @hutchersonsgurl @biblio-smia @diedoverahat and @/murdrdocs write content for his characters

if you haven’t, you can follow Josh hutcherson tag and posts will start appearing on the “your tag” tab if you have the app

[leossmoonn]

Ohh I see really did enjoy your work and will definitely miss it :(

Thank you! I appreciate it. Who knows, I’ll probably pop out a story here and there

#no promises tho

[leossmoonn]

Miss your writing any upcoming stuff in the works

Unfortunately, no. I mean, technically yes I have drafts. But writing just isn’t as important to me, and I like to now view it as a noncommittal (is that even a word lol) pastime whenever I feel up to it!

I know I was like writing and writing and writing, but I’ve definitely past my prime on writing fics and just in general. Mostly bc my life is more serious now, but if I ever pick back up I’ll def send a post about it :D

[leossmoonn]

That’s good to hear I’m also good how’s college been

It’s been super good so far! I started my first day back yesterday and I like all my teachers so far. I’m going to this music convention in California next week too with some students from my college so I’m excited 😁😁

[leossmoonn]

It’s been a while just checking in how are you 😊

I’m good! How are you?

[leossmoonn]

I'm sorry that happened to you. I hope you don't see him again but maybe tell a manager at the gym what happened. Even if nothing happens anymore so they can be on the lookout and see if it happens to anyone else. And if they don't care about this man seemingly taking pictures or a video of you then maybe find a new gym because that could be very unsafe for you.

Oh you don’t have to apologize!! This message is so sweet <333

Yeah, if it happens again I will definitely speak to someone. Like I mentioned in the og post, I wouldn’t have had a problem w it bc where I was doing the specific workout was by a mat and people have the freedom to stretch and also workout in the space I am too. But it was just the fact that he was holding up his phone AND right after I was done, he left 😭

Like I thought he wanted to use the bar, so I tried to hurry up but it was super weird and creepy.

[leossmoonn]

This dude at the gym sat down during my set and was holding his phone up like he was recording me, and once I finished he literally got up and walked away😭😭

#I’m not tryna be like those fitness influencers accusing men of whatever #but this was super weird #like I thought he was waiting to use the bar 😭 but no

[leossmoonn]

How to be a Heartbreaker Clapton Davis

Paring female reader with Clapton Davis

Warning 18+ MDNI. Smut warning

Word count

Synopsis you and your of boyfriend Clapton (of two years) are put in detention because the two of you gotten to a fight in the middle of class about a rumor that he's cheating on you

Rule # 2 don't get attached to someone you could lose

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Mr Willams comes into the room and sits on the desk

"Well it's just the two of you in detention today you might as well pull your homework out your here for an hour in the meantime I'll be in the teachers lounge watching TV" Mr willams says and then he leaves the classroom

You are sitting in the back of the room and Clapton is sitting up front of the room messing with his nails looking like he wants to say something

"You know we wouldn't be in here if my girlfriend wasn't crazy and let someone get into her head" Clapton said outloud

"We wouldn't be here if my boyfriend wasn't known for being a player" you respond back

"How am I player when I've been with your ass for two years?" Clapton asked

"Not my fault your a moron" you say sarcastically

"Oh I'm a moron " Clapton says mocking you rolling his eyes

The two of you sit in silence for a moment and then Clapton stands up and walks over to you

"I don't want to talk to you right now Clapton" you say rolling your eyes

"Well too bad we're gonna talk this out right now because I'm not about to sit here for an hour while my girlfriend is mad at me" Clapton says

He looks at you with his brown eyes and you cave instantly

"Ugh fine" you say

"Now be a good girl and tell me what Lexi said to you" Clapton said sitting on your desk looking down at you

"She said that you we're flirting with her and she was rubbing it in my face all day" you respond

"So you choose to act crazy and getting mad at me for something I didn't do? instead of talking to me?" He asks

"Well I was all worked up and you wasn't listening to me" you say rolling your eyes

"Because it was ridiculous and you should that by now Yn I love you and this dick only belongs too you" he responds

"But lucky for you I love me some crazy girls and my girlfriend is the craziest person I know" Clapton says as he grabs your face

He holds your face in the both of his hands and he crashes his lips into yours kissing you like his life depended on it

"I only want you yn, I love you and only you" Clapton says

"By the way this dress has been driving me crazy all day" Clapton continues

"Oh yeah? Then what are you gonna do about it? "You respond teasingly

"I'll show you one sec" he says with a smug smile on his face

He walks over to the door and locks it once it's locked he walks back over to you

He pulls you up and sits you on your desk

"You have no idea what you do to me baby" he says looking into your eyes

"Then show me" you respond

He spreads your legs open playing with the lines of your panties you can already feel your cunt becoming wet

"already so wet for Daddy" He purred

He slides down your panties His fingers slid through your wet folds and he smirked rubbing your clit with his thumb.

He grabs you by your throat and pulls your face to his

"you are mine and only mine," he says he unbuckled his jeans pulling out his cock and sliding through your folds. He began to kiss your neck sucking harshly before he thrusted into you.

"Oh fuck Daddy" you say with a moan

"you know you belong too me right?" Clapton says with a moan

"y-yes" you managed to blurt out

"Good" he responds

His fingers gripped your waist as he moved back as you leaned on the desk he looked into your eyes with his brown eyes with each thrust

while he was counting to fuck you you could hear Mr Willams. on his way back

so the two of you put your clothes back on

you slide your dress back on but can't find your panties

you look for them and then you see Clapton has them he looks at you with a smirk and he puts in his pocket

"We'll continue this later" he says with a smirk going back to his desk

You get back in yours in time

Mr Willams walks back in

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Part 2

#clapton davis x you #clapton davis smut #clapton davis x reader

[leossmoonn]

Already 8:30 am and I survived my tummy ache I woke up with 😼

[leossmoonn]

hiii do u still write for logan and huntzberger?

I don’t currently, but I would consider writing for him again :D

[leossmoonn]

Anyone reading this who is on birth control/has been, do you notice is causes food aversions ??

#like I smell meat and I want to throw up so bad #specifically chicken #and I am NOT pregnant😭 #so that’s not what’s happening here lmao

[leossmoonn]

I have a job interview today ahhh

#bruh imma come in there trembling #😭🙏🏼 like pls hire me #no but uh I’m genuinely afraid my voice is gonna be shaky

[leossmoonn]

i just need a mike x bi!reader. thats all. like he fr would be so so soooo supportive especially when first coming out him. (call him valentina ... iykyk!).

I’m sorry if this sounds dumb but I don’t know what you mean by “call him Valentina” 😭 pls explain

#I feel old #and stupid rn #but 🤷🏻‍♀️

[leossmoonn]

can you write Mike Schmidt taking reader and Abby to the beach and being that one guy who puts sunscreen on his girl and just is real fluffy?

I’m sorry but my reqs are closed. I realize this was sent in a while ago, but by then my bio said reqs are closed. I just don’t want you to be waiting for months bc I’m not writing as much rn and I want you to be able to have your fic written by someone who is writing a lot, and that’s just not me I’m sorry.

[leossmoonn]

can I request mike beating someone up for trying to talk about y/n negatively or something?

I’m sorry I’m so backed up rn on reqs, and I’m not writing that much so I’m afraid I’ll have to say no. In my bio I also say that reqs are closed.

I just don’t want your idea to be sitting in my inbox for months and you’re just blindly waiting on me to write it

[leossmoonn]

y’all pls stop putting stuff in my inbox. In my bio it say reqs are closed. im just so backed up and I’m not writing as seriously as I was bc I have a life now. So I just don’t want your thoughts to be sitting and getting dusty cuz of me 😭

[leossmoonn]

can you please write something with Mike being a hero, maybe saving the reader from something? I feel like he is such a caring, protective person who wants to help others and I would like to see something where he is able to do that - your work is so appreciated and incredible btw!

thank you :D.

a/n- thanks to jess for this idea. i didn’t just want to do a copycat scene of mike and afton. that’s the only idea i had lol. and i feel like this could capture what you wanted you :)

warnings / includes -lowk near death experience lol. reader can be read as gn ! one use of y/n

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“i’ll see you in thirty, mike.”

mike gives his co-worker a small smile and nod. “yep.”

he exits the employee’s office, stuffing his hands in his pockets in search for his keys and phone. he checks his phone for any texts or calls from max about abby, relieved to see nothing was the matter.

he makes his way out of the mall and to one of the fast food options across the street. he forgot to pack his lunch again. not like he does, anyways. he usually can get by with lots of water and some gum, but today he’s hungrier than usual. he hates to spend money on food for himself, but he knows that if he doesn’t eat, he might pass out. that’s not something he needs happening at work.

“hi, can i have a number three. no drink,” he orders. he pays with cash, taking the table number and sitting down in the corner of the restaurant.

he looks out of the window, trying to think of anything else but the home he has to go to at the end of the day, and the fact that he should get another job. he thinks about what abby might say to him, or what she might not say to him.

he ponders about the day his brother was taken. if only he could go to sleep right now in this mcdonald’s. if only he could travel back in time and see who took his little brother. if only he was able to protect garrett from the monsters that lurk on this earth.

his appetite is shot, but he forces himself to eat something since he paid for it. he saves some fries for abby, putting them in a paper brown bag and folding it hastily. he gives the workers an awkward smile as he leaves, pulling out his phone to check the time. he still has 15 minutes before his break is over. he might as well just go back to work. he doesn’t get paid to be on break, and every cent counts.

he makes his way across the parking lot, pressing the crosswalk button once he gets to the street. he watches as the cars speed by, the wind blowing in his face and providing a calming sensation. a wave of tiredness washes over him and he feels his eyes start to flutter shut. he runs a hand over his face, dragging his skin down in attempt to somehow stimulate him. but, of course, it doesn’t work. mike is in terrible sleep debt and will be for the rest of his life.

he starts to feel impatient as the light is taking too long — for him, at least. in reality, he’s only been standing there for almost two minutes, but it feels like 10. his attention is turned away from the terrible timing of the traffic lights when he hears a loud laugh. he looks to his right, seeing you approach him. you’re on the phone with somebody and talking very loud. the wind seems to carries your voice as you laugh once more, rolling your eyes right after.

as you get closer, mike quickly looks away. he glances at you through his peripheral once you stand next to him.

“yeah, i’m not sure what to get him. i might just get him money. that’s what teenagers what anyways, right? he can just spend it however he wants,” you say.

mike tries not to listen to your conversation, but you’re right next to him. it doesn’t seem like you care, anyways. it’s not like you’re talking about anything incriminating.

“well, i’m about to cross the street and head to the mall. can i send you pictures of things i find and you can tell me if he will like them or not? okay, thanks. yeah, i’ll talk to you later.”

mike turns his head to you slightly, watching as you end the call and slip your phone in your back pocket. you glance at him, giving him a sweet smile. it’s not a polite, awkward smile like mike usually gives someone. it’s genuine, like you’re happy to see mike or something. the corners of your eyes crinkle and the apples of your cheeks raise. mike can’t help but stare for a few seconds too long.

finally, the crosswalk gives them the green light. mike lets you walk first, but as you take a step, a car that’s turning right doesn’t stop. everything happens so fast, you barely have time to process. first you were calmly taking a step, next thing you know you’re heart is racing and you feel like you’re about to shit yourself. your body feels like a sloth and your legs stutter, not sure what to do even though your brain knows you should take a step back. luckily, mike out and grabs your arm, yanking you back onto the side walk. the car has the audacity to honk at you, speeding into the parking lot behind you two.

“oh, my god,” you mutter, a little breathless. you look down at his hand that’s wrapped around your bicep. his grip is firm, but gentle. his hand is warm and you can feel the callouses that live at the base of his fingers.

“sorry,” mike murmurs as he tears his arm away from you.

“don’t be sorry. you saved my life,” you smile gratefully. “it’s… it’s no problem,” he nods.

“ugh, now we have to wait another cycle. i’m sorry,” you groan as you watch the lights on the other side turn green.

“you shouldn’t be sorry, either. that asshole almost killed you because he couldn’t wait a few seconds.”

“yeah,” you sigh. “i wonder why he’s in such a hurry.”

mike looks back to the small strip of restaurants behind him. “must be hungry.”

“mmm, being hungry and driving are not a good mix. trust me, i know,” you joke.

mike laughs softly. you give him another smile. “i’m y/n.”

“i’m mike,” he says. he says your name in his head a couple of times as to commit it to memory.

“so, are you always saving people from angry drivers?” you ask. you internally cringe at your cheap way of trying to keep the conversation going, but mike doesn’t seem to mind or notice.

“only sometimes.” he gives you a playfully grin that makes your heart stutter against your rib cage.

you stay silent for a few moments, looking over him. you feel like you’ve seen him before. he looks so familiar, but you don’t know why. you know you’ve never spoken to him before. you only knew one other mike, which was one of your co-workers. and you know you’d remember this mike if you had even bumped into him. he’s handsome, no doubt. his eyes are dark, like he’s experienced terrible things, but they’re also soft and kind. he doesn’t look welcoming or forthcoming. you can tell he’s quite reserved in the way he stands, his stolen glances, the way his hands rest in his pockets. once he smiles, though, his face lights up and there’s a twinkle in his eyes.

you stare at him for a few more moments. you trace the slender curve of his nose and prominent jawline that could cut butter. it’s when you take another look at his whole face you realize where you know him from.

“do you work at the mall?”

mike eyes widen slightly and you can see his ears redden. “yeah, i do.”

“i knew i recognize you from somewhere!”

his lips twitch up into an almost smile. “how often do you come to the mall?”

“well, i’ve been making very frequent trips since some of my families’ birthdays are coming up soon. they all seem to be born one month after the other. and then, of course, when i come home i realize i forgot to get something.”

“i think i’ve seen you, too.” mike’s eyes flicker down your body and a thrill runs up your spine.

“you work in security, right?” you ask. “i do,” he nods.

“well, you are great at doing your job. you saved my life today.”

“well, technically i’m just supposed to make sure nobody is stealing anything. so, i was just doing what a good samaritan is supposed to do.”

“believe it or not, not everyone would do what you did. especially if we were in a crowd of people. i might have legitimately died, or gotten seriously hurt.”

“i’m glad i was here to help, then.”

mike can’t help but feel a small ounce of pride fill his chest. he’s always been a pretty humble guy, and he knows that him saving you from an asshole of a driver was what he was supposed to do. but he’s spent most of his life feelings helpless and worthless. he can’t hold down a job, he’s doing a terrible job of raising abby — by everyone’s standards, at least — and he just feels like he’s living the same day over and over again. he feels like he’s going nowhere and that he’s stuck permanently, like his feet are cemented to the ground and he will never be able to move.

but being here with you, his day feels a little different. he feels a little lighter and happier, even. he feels like he finally did something good in his life.

“god, finally,” you sigh in relief as the cross walk gives you the go.

you and mike both take a moment to make sure no one is coming. you two share a little laugh before walking across the street.

“it was nice meeting you, mike,” you smile as you head towards the entrance of the mall.

“you, too. i hope you’re able to find a gift,” he says. “so, you were listening to my conversation earlier,” you raise a brow.

his jaw drops a little. “i-i —”

you laugh, “i’m just teasing. i know i’m a loud talker. i hope I’m able to find a gift, too.”

“there’s a gamestop inside near the build-a-bear, if you haven’t looked there yet.”

“i will definitely check it out, thank you. maybe i’ll see you around?” you ask. you hope you don’t sound as hopeful as you feel. mike doesn’t seem to notice, but he seems to feel the same.

“definitely,” he smiles. you give him a little wave as you make your departure from him. he watching your retreating figure. for the first time ever, he is actually looking forward to his security job in hopes of seeing you sometime soon.

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