#i know this is like....... the cheesiest song in history

[wroteclassicaly]

The Show

(Eddie Munson x Female Reader)

Summary: You really love putting on a good show for Eddie.

Warnings: Language, Eddie with a slight breeding and daddy kink, NSFW, and masturbation.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A/N: I just came up with this on a whim and I’ve been working on it for a few days. It’s not my best, but I hope some of y’all like it, at least? I have more stuff coming soon! Love y’all, and enjoy!? ;)

~*~

Everything he does has you on the edge of a jagged precipice, body taking hits from all sides, completely engulfed. Today is another normal Indiana day in your supernatural town, but it’s a quiet one. Well, for others anyways… Your brain is loud, screaming on behalf of your body to be satiated. You and your boyfriend Eddie Munson are usually attached at the hip, sans individual activities (whether it be for yourselves or with friends), and today he happens to have band practice.

It doesn’t matter to you, as he’s been prone to having surprise sessions with his gang. After he gave you his half for a shared dinner celebration for getting through another week (thank fuck for pizza), you’d agreed to go straight to his place and chill. Wayne was already gone for the night and you liked to go through Eddie’s things and have fun, so it was a no brainer. With a quick trip to the grocery to grab some beer and sodas, followed by a pizza pick up—you trekked your way to the Munson household with a pep in your step. Eddie had told you to go ahead and eat, but you settled on putting the box into the fridge for later, sliding in a few sodas for you and two beers for your guy.

~*~

The journey down the trailer’s hallway is a short one, amusement lacing your tone as you push open Eddie’s door and are immediately greeted with the wafting scent of this morning’s joint, his old spice, and the musty baseboard heater packing its rickety punch.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you purr, stepping towards that delicious guitar hanging from his cluttered mirror. “It’s not your daddy, but I’m here.”

Closing the door behind you, you toss your tattered bag on the bean bag chair you’d bought for the room a few weeks ago, already making a beeline for Eddie’s skull littered bandana on his nightstand. Lifting the object, you tie it around your forehead and sidestep to the full length he’d also recently hung on the wall (per your request). You spin around a few times and purse your lips, blowing the cheesiest kiss in history. “Ah, yes.” You giggle and head to the stereo and mess of tapes shrouding its entirety. You know what’s been putting Eddie in a good mood lately, and what you feed off of as well.

It’s another no-brainer that you select Metallica’s newest release, enjoying it as it floods your eardrums and settles. You remove your coat and shoes, sliding over Eddie’s sheets and onto your tummy, rolling over on your back and sighing in relaxation once your weight feels lighter. You hum along with each guitar riff, thinking back to Eddie’s attempts at each song, how his fingers mimic the movements late at night in his bedroom to get a feel, before he tries to play a chord— it weighs heavily in the recesses of your memory. And it’s just you there with him, watching from your side of the bed, sheets curled around your waist, Eddie in his checkered boxers and tattoos prominent in the low lamp light, snatching the pick from his neck to strum gently over the body of his beloved. Your toes curl in your socks, the visual an embodiment of the purest sin known to mankind.

With Eddie’s smell surrounding you into a familiar housing, an array of dizzying memories pausing your presence, you’re already aware of the throb that tickles your tummy and tags your cunt in a downward spiral. Another easy decision comes in you quickly shedding your bra and jeans, leaving you clad in your t-shirt, socks, and panties. You relax into the bed, fingers reaching to adjust the bandana on your head, eyelids fluttering closed, hands splayed across your stomach, fingers toying with the elastic of your panties. You need to, but you won’t. Not yet…

~*~

10:22 PM stares back at you in bold red letters, shining from the alarm clock stationed on the scuffed nightstand. Indiana winds are rough, scattering Autumn’s first real storm against the entirety of the trailer. You wonder if it’ll still be raining when he comes in, because Eddie’s band soirées can go on until one or two in the morning, so upon hearing the front door creak open (surprisingly) and slam shut seconds later, locks sliding into place and Eddie’s less than graceful footfalls approaching—you set your plan in motion. Flipping onto your side with your back facing his eyeline, you cling to his pillow and stuff the other between your thighs, feigning slumber, a delicious thrumming starting to gallop in your pulse point. His bedroom door rattles on rusted hinges and you hear his breathing hitch, a quiet clicking of his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

You smile to yourself, that high causing your pride to soar at how you can affect him like this. You’re not speaking, residing in your placing, his bandana secured on your head, something you know he’s seen by now. It takes a few more bated breaths and the sounds of his boots and leather jacket hitting the floor, keys being tossed over onto the dresser, and you feel the bed dip beneath his weight. His rings, made cool from outside temperatures, stain against your skin as he stumbles a light brushing touch over your tailbone, fingertips hovering atop the elastic of your panties. His voice is wind bitten, a throaty rasp on the rise. “Hey, sweetheart. Did you miss me?”

You can’t take his cologne or the perspiration of his practice lingering—any longer, flipping onto your back, pillow between your thighs forgotten, nuzzling into his hold. He rests a palm on your belly, smirking, knowing you’ve been awake this whole time. His elbow props above your head, fingers dangling to stroke across your forehead, tapping his bandana, noticing his favorite tape playing. “You goin’ through my shit again?” There’s not a trace of malice or irritation, but a fond amusement.

You shrug and let your hand drift to his jugular, knuckles scrubbing over the stubble you find there. When you drink in his face it takes the breath right out of your lungs, sucker socking your guts. He’s gorgeous. His chocolate irises are a thin ring against the contrast of inky pupils, his lips red from the cold, chapped from his last cigarette. Those shaggy locks are windswept, yet soft, and all that remains on his body is the long sleeved ivory sweater, a few holes here and there, and his white wash jeans—your favorite pair he owns, in addition to the black denim.

“Your hands are cold. You’re cold.” Is your response, ignoring his accusation that is always true.

“Guess I need someone to warm me up then, don’t I?” He doesn’t fight off your touches, knees knocking with your own, socked feet poking at your own, using his toes to tickle yours. You giggle like an idiot and kiss the side of his neck, inhaling without shame.

He groans his appreciation, leaning in to kiss you softly, one that conveys his missing you, despite the short hours of separation. You reciprocate, taking his bottom lip into your mouth and sucking, releasing. He’s starting to rock into your side, that bulge quickly becoming visible in his tight jeans. On the spit-slit break away, he thumbs your jawline with a fresh calloused thumb from his practice tonight, nose nudging yours. You’re shaking, already prepared to agree with him. “Does my little princess need something?”

“Eddie…” You spread your legs, fucked out enough as it is, forget vocal communication. Taking his wrist, you slide it between your legs, arching, rubbing the sopping wet fabric of your underwear over his palm. “M’ fucking wet, baby.”

Eddie turns onto his side and squeezes over your cunt, licking his way into your mouth for another sloppy kiss. As you part, he tugs on your underwear and you lift your hips. “Let’s take these off, sweetheart?”

Always a question, but never an assumption. Your gentleman. Once your panties hit the foot of the bed and Eddie can really see your soaked pussy, that primal shift slides into place, locking his insides. He stares at you as you watch him. “Yeah? You gonna play with yourself? Touch that pretty little pussy in front of me?”

Your metal head will never pass up the chance to see you pleasuring yourself, letting you set the pace, using him for whatever you have to have at the moment. He kisses your cheek and lingers. “What do you need me to do, baby?”

“Just… watch?” Your pupils have doused your irises of their remaining color, and you’re fading away in the haze of something only Eddie Munson can provide.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart.” Eddie’s sweater goes next and he unbuckles his belt to help alleviate a little pressure, taking you into his arms and curling his ankle over one of yours, helping you keep your legs spread wide open.

He slides his smokes and lighter from his front pocket and lights a stick, a cloud swirling above your head as you lean back and watch it dissipate, fingers greedily taking some of your slick and rubbing it around your swollen clit. You jolt into the friction, whining. Eddie moans in unison. “How does that feel, my princess? Shit, you’re so unbelievably fuckin’ wet. It’s takin’ everything in me not to pull my dick out and pound you into this bed.”

Your fingers immediately slide down and press into your awaiting cunt, that squelch causing an embarrassing sound to pass your lips. Eddie mouths your neck in appreciation, inspiring a continuation. “That’s a good girl. Take those fingers in my cunt.”

His cunt? The hair on your arms stands at attention, goosebumps splattering your flesh. Eddie nods into your skin. “S’ right, little girl. It’s where I cum, where I’m gonna put my baby in you—“ He breaks briefly, lips by the shell of your ear. “And that means it’s mine.”

He leans over momentarily and stubs the cigarette out.

He stops himself after, wanting for you to engage in your solo performance, both of you high off his cue cards. You start fucking yourself faster, thighs tensing, toes curling, your back arching, one hand finding your breast over your t-shirt. Eddie raises you into a slight lift, yanking at the collar until it’s sliding off. “You wanna show daddy how you touch your tits, hmm? What you did to yourself before I touched them?”

The second that your fingers touch your nipple, you bury your face into the curvature of Eddie’s neck and shoulder, crying out. Your fingers curl inside you, nudging that spot that Eddie can find with better ease, but it’s enough to stimulate your oncoming orgasm. You’re drenched in your own arousal, every press in squishing a fresh wave of the translucent cream back out, captivating Eddie. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip and pulls hard enough that he tastes copper, resisting his urges to fuck his hand. This is about you right at this moment—hell, for being witness to this private show, it’s about him too.

You cup your breast and roll the globe, twisting, pinching your nipple and scraping your nails over your areola. Eddie lays kisses to your temple and forehead, finally finding it in himself to speak. He knows what you need to get there, that extra push. And he’s more than happy to oblige. “Princess?”

You remove your sweat slick face from your Eddie scented cocoon, barely conscious. “What, Eds?”

He’s smiling proudly, kissing above your top lip. “Can I offer you some service? Perhaps a thumb?”

When you’re frowning, he holds the digit up and you whine so loudly he could cum in his pants from the sound alone. He presses his thumbpad against your clit and circles the swollen flesh with gained expertise, his mouth finding solace by your earlobe. “Atta girl. You gonna cum for me?”

“Jesus, Eddie. Want to.”

“Oh yeah? Come on then, show me how you cum. Remind me.” He presses down harder, bracelet jostled on his arm as the tendons in his wrist flex with his movements. That has you clenching around your fingers, shivering into a climax that has your eyes rolling back in your head and a scream tearing its way free of your diaphragm, battering your lungs on the way up and out.

Eddie’s cock twitches, an ache dragging him by his throat and not relinquishing its powered grip. There’s a wet spot pooling over his crotch and he’s about to burst. He noses you into a devilish kiss full of a sinful nights’ promise, and you’re flooded with an orgasm that leaves you feeling featherlight, soaking into your every pore and blocking off every sense. You can’t speak, unable to even say your boyfriend’s name. It’s a sight to behold, one that Eddie kisses you right through, his palm bumping your wrist bone as you thrust your fingers into your heat, riding out the last part of your steep ride.

Only when you start panting for breath and trembling, fingers sliding out, a mess, does Eddie calm you with his honey-hot tone. “Good girl. You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart.”

You’re shaking and curling close to him, hot breath on his neck. He pets down the expanse of your back, his other hand lifting your fingers to his mouth to admire the webbed shine, his tongue licking the digits clean, moaning around them with an, “Mhm.”

You laugh softly, coming back to yourself, doe eyed and simping for your guy. He grins that familiar grin, placing your hand to rest on his navel, where you scratch at that fluffy happy trail.

“An eternal goddess that uses the sun and moon to do her bidding. Don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing her cum.”

“You’re cheesy as fuck, baby.” You murmur, hand lifting to take off the bandana.

Eddie halts you. “Leave it? I wanna fuck you while you wear it.”

~*~

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[ittodori]

OPERATION : ONI HEART ATTACK !

⌗ looks like you've captured arataki itto's heart !! what ... ? you have no idea !!?? what is he to do !!??

ʚ ͡ 💌 : @foodiegoogie ! thank you bff for giving me this wonderful idea <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> i think i may have gotten a bit carried away and my soft spot for itto is a bit too obvious, but ... oh well !

☆ requests are open ᵎᵎ

There are three things that will go down in Inazuma's history: the terrible Vision Hunt Decree, the infamous traveler’s battle with the Electro Archon, and The One and Oni’s Massively Huge Crush On You.

If they’re being honest, the citizens don’t quite know if they should consider you the luckiest of them all or pity the fact that you’ve (sadly) captured Arataki Itto’s heart. One of the words people would use to describe such a man like him is endearing. Well, you just have to look past his extensive criminal record, a list of offenses for the most ridiculous reasons, to realize that it’s just his … charm. Somehow. He’s quite endearing in his own way, and people tend to forgive him for that. Most of the time.

You’re a lot like him in many ways, except much softer and much much more a receiver of the most genuine of smiles that greet you every morning. Shouldering the chores of the elderly and baking sweets for the children has earned you the title of resident sweetheart, adored by many. And Itto, who can't be caught never by your side, has no idea that he has already won your neighbors’ approval for the “boyfriend spot” from the very start. Because everyone can agree that Arataki Itto is nothing but the epitome of kindness, and it surrounds him wherever he goes. So, it would be him and no one else.

Unfortunately, you're too much of a sweetheart. They can’t help but pity you sometimes because the other (and the first) word they would use to describe him is loud. Arataki Itto is as loud as his heart, and somehow, it doesn’t make you want to bang your head against the wall. They have no idea how you manage to keep up with the chaos he brings to your doorstep. You even encourage it, much to their displeasure, and it wouldn’t be a surprise to know if the nations outside Inazuma have heard of your blossoming love story.

But really, they pity the man himself more than anything; because even with Arataki Itto yelling at the top of his lungs about how you're the most beautiful human he's ever met in his entire life at the roof of Tenshukaku, you just won't get it. 

"This one's for you, (Y/N)!"

The sun has just begun to set when the sweet melody of a song from Mondstadt drifts along the gentle wind, and it’s almost beautiful — until the singer starts to trail off and stutter with his words, miserably failing to save himself by reading off a piece of paper.

Everyone sighs (affectionately).

You step out to your porch, drawn by the harmony of the instruments that make up for the questionable vocals. Owner of said vocals completely loses the tune when he catches the sight of you, raising his arms above his head and flailing them wildly as if he hasn’t seen you in years (he just helped you with your groceries this morning).

Half the population of Inazuma has collectively decided to support “Operation: Oni Heart Attack” because of this little predicament. Yes, it sounds lame, childish, and stupid—and it is—but consider how dedicated Itto has become since they successfully convinced him that No ... (Y/N) isn't dating you, boss.

“Weren’t we about to kiss last night?”

“You were too busy staring at them because they had sauce on their cheek. You couldn't even wipe it off.”

“And?”

Operation: Oni Heart Attack it is! 

Plan A: woo you into jumping into his big (note: beefy) arms by serenading you with the cheesiest love song known to man. That’s the most swoon-worthy thing a guy could ever do for their (soon to be) lover, right? It’s impossible you wouldn’t kiss him then! He isn’t one to brag — being the humblest guy there is — but who can resist his sweet charming sexy voice?

Don’t get the Arataki Gang wrong! They love the man as if he were their own blood, but even that bond isn't strong enough to keep them from wincing and wanting to rip their ears off. Shouldn't it be enough that they applauded him as if their lives depended on it after his week or two of practice? He doesn’t sound like he’s singing. At all. But who has the guts to tell him that?

And for some reason, you don’t know that either. Or you could just be trying to spare Itto’s feelings. But you’re humming along to the lyre being played by the guy beside him with a smile that reaches your eyes with no hints of amusement or pity or anything that would make him ashamed. You’re treating them like they’re Mondstadt bards, not someone who’s serenading you to win your heart.

“Oh wow, Itto! I didn’t know you could sing!”

"The one and oni can do anything! Want another one?"

No, you didn't jump into his big beefy arms. Instead, you spent at least two hours complimenting his voice so, of course, he'd put on one show after another. The people of Inazuma now feel pity for themselves.

(Itto forgot why they were there in the first place. Both of you even started dancing in the middle of the street like maniacs, but oh well, it’s endearing.)

Okay, so plan A didn’t exactly work out as expected. But at least Itto got to serenade you like those charming male leads in the romance novels everyone’s been reading, so there’s no way you didn’t find it a little romantic yourself.

“But boss, you’re still not dating.”

“What did I teach you boys about lying?”

Enter Plan B!

"I'm sooo bored," he whines into your ears, as he always does. "I have nothing to do and everything is getting boring....if only there was someone out there who would go to the festival with me....ooooh, but the gang are all sooo busy......"

“Oh! I’ll come with you!”

Mikawa Flower Festival, proudly managed by the great Arataki Itto, is something you never expected to see. No one knows how he did it, but the lively booths with their games and food and music with the heart of the yokai at the center of it all show the dedication and respect Itto poured into it. Everyone appears to be having the time of their lives, and you couldn’t be any prouder.

Sadly, you can’t quite see the dedication he has for you.

“This one wasn’t so easy to set up but,” he crosses his arms across his chest, looking down at the children playing with the balloons floating on a pool of water, “you know me.”

He means he spent at least an hour blowing air into those balloons without the help of anyone because he’s great like that (an hour because he kept blowing them a little too big but you get it).

Plan B: hold your tiny human hand … which he has done several times when he drags you around Inazuma in search of onikabuto beetles. But apparently, people prefer fingers intertwining with each other nowadays because it has a higher chance of making the other person kiss you or something. Probably. What does the gang know?

They know that you’re running around the place, clapping your hands for kids winning a stuffed toy or a piece of candy, and pointing your finger at the nth snack that catches your eye. They know that normally, their boss would be the one acting like a hyperactive child while you follow around to make sure he doesn’t trip on air. They know that watching The Great Arataki Itto trying so so hard to just hold your hand is depressing because wow, when did he become so patient?

“Let’s go there next — wait, what is that?”

As if on cue, the Arataki Gang groans and curses in the background. 

This is just sad.

Somehow, being loud and annoying isn’t enough for you to see his undying (it’s starting to get pathetic) love — but if there’s one thing Itto is good at, it’s onikabuto battles.

“O-Oh…that’s the trick, my sweet (Y/N),” he flashes you a wavering grin right after witnessing his beloved onikabuto get absolutely annihilated by his opponent (a twelve-year-old boy). “You have to pretend you’re all weak and helpless to catch them off guard at the last second.”

Good at losing, that is.

Plan C! Show you his super sweet beetle trainer skills so you can finally jump into his big (beefy) arms and tell him he’s the greatest oni in the world.

(Yes, they haven’t given up on the whole jumping thing.)

“Come on, you can take ‘em, little guy!”

You don’t have the heart to tell him that the beetle you helped select doesn’t really seem like that good of a fighter. It’s not even trying to fight, actually.

“...I think it’s gonna win—”

Alas, the opponent’s beetle flips Itto’s at its back, who screams right in your ear as if it died a horrible death. “No!” he drops to his knees to the beetle struggling on the ground, “my little nimble ninja!”

When the Arataki Gang eagerly asked him later that day if he finally made you jump, Itto could only tilt his head in confusion. Because 1.) he was admittedly blinded by the thought of victory and therefore, forgetting once again the reason for his battles and 2.) he admittedly almost jumped into your arms when you effortlessly won the next battle just to save his honor. 

Who would have seen it coming? About the Arataki Gang having enough of their boss’ silliness and finally ceasing all “Operation: Oni Heart Attack” plans?

Itto thinks nothing would really change, anyway.

Sure, you might still be clueless despite him calling you disgustingly sweet pet names normal friends definitely don’t call each other, or him carrying you on his back while also carrying your bags of groceries when you complained about your feet hurting, or giving you large bouquets of poorly arranged flowers that he and the gang picked from the forest just because he felt like it, or when he—

Woah, he gets what they're all saying now. 

But really, does it matter? He thinks it's cute how devastatingly oblivious you are, and he thinks your puzzled little looks and your amused little giggles every time the Arataki Gang howls whenever you merely brush against his skin make you even more endearing. It does something to his chest, and he's more than content with it.

You're rambling and rambling about this game you learned from the neighborhood kids that Itto doesn't understand a thing about, flailing your arms around as you laugh in apology for hitting him twice in the face. You don’t look sorry enough, but it’s not like he felt it, anyway. But his laughter that could silence all the noise in the world doesn’t come, because why would he want to disturb your own that could rival his? Arataki Itto thinks that all of this is enough. 

He wants to listen, really, he does; he swears he will the next time. But for now, he can only watch your eyes sparkle in delight and your skin glow in the setting sun you're in love with. And all of it is enough. So, does it really matter if you knew? 

But then you stop, turning to look at him when you notice he’s gone awfully quiet. You could almost gasp in horror when you realize that the word quiet definitely isn’t something Arataki Itto is familiar with. So you raise your brow, hands dropping to your sides, nearly placing your palm on his forehead to check if he’s still capable of breathing.

Huh. He looks different, you think. Has he always looked at you this way? It feels a little bit personal — like something you’re forbidden to see. But you can’t look away, not right now, not when he’s unveiling something in front of you. Not when the flashing smile that lit up his face had softened and gradually spread into his features. Not when the eager eyes with the vivid intensity now held a quiet sentiment in them. It's light and gentle — everything Arataki Itto has always been.

“I’m listening,” Itto is mumbling, with his chin resting on his palm, and looking at you in a way you’ve never seen before (like some lovesick fool … Oh my, you’re finally realizing it all).

Has he always looked this beautiful?

And that’s when you start to stutter for the very first time.

#genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #arataki itto #itto x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #itto fluff #genshin fluff #arataki itto x reader #arataki itto imagines #itto imagines #itto x y/n #genshin itto #genshin x y/n

[p-taryn-dactyl]

holy ground

a/n: hi! this is just a fun little fic I wanted to get out, it (hopefully) has the vibe of the bridge of 'holy ground' by Taylor Swift but other than that I just really like the title! I hope you enjoy!

word count: 240

warning(s): none

pairing(s): steven grant x fem!reader

Music rang loudly throughout the apartment as Steven opened the door, tired from a long day of annoying customers. Sometimes he regretted his little souvenir shop job, regardless of being around ancient history all day. Making his way into his home, he found the source of the music.

You were dancing around the kitchen in one of your boyfriend's long sleep shirts, which brushed just below your knees. Your hair was wild, letting Steven know you had slept in. You turned dramatically, body swaying with the upbeat rhythm of the song. Once you saw your boyfriend, you jumped off the the countertop, wincing slightly at the sharp feeling in your ankles, and ran over to grab Steven's hands.

"Come on, mon amour, dance with me!"

Steven let himself be dragged onto the cold tile of the kitchen, laughing as he set his bag down.

The dance wasn't coordinated or beautiful to watch at all but Steven found himself being lost in your beauty as you thrived in the music. Once the upbeat song ended, a slower, more romantic one started to play. Steven captured you in his arms, swaying you gently to the rise and falls of the violin. Smiling softly, you rested your head on his shoulder, following his lead in the dance.

"I love you," he whispered in your ear, causing your skin to heat. You leaned back, pressing a kiss on his nose.

"I love you too."

a/n: definitely one of the cheesiest things ive ever written but I think it's sweet?? I just wanted to write for my boi again and this is what happened. I hope it was ok!!

#steven grant x reader #steven grant #steven grant x fem!reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfiction #mr knight #mr knight x reader

[mistynats]

#the fosters #adamsfoster #stef x lena #stef adams foster #good trouble #lena adams foster #fanvid #i love them so much its insane :( #i know this is like....... the cheesiest song in history #do i care? no

[extravaguk]

#JeonJungkookIsOverParty 06

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: in which Jungkook Can't Take (His) Eyes Off Of you

wordcount: 1k

genre: fake dating!au, college!au | fluff

warnings: none at all

author’s note: so im like super sad and i thought posting this would make me feel better. this chapter is the shortest out of all 10, but it might also be my favourite one. also the cheesiest thing ive ever written anyway can you believe we're already halfway through the fic? damn

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"You know when a song gets stuck in your head and you won't stop hearing it?"

Jungkook listens to that song for the first time while he's playing Call of Duty: Black Ops. His headphones are resting around his neck, his hoodie thrown over his head and his vision starting to get teary and foggy after spending four hours killing zombies. There's a Monster drink on his desk, an almost empty bag of mostly crumbs of Fritos and an anti stress ball that he squeezes after everytime he gets killed.

It's a Saturday night, which means two things:

1. He should be hanging out with you, but you've ditched him to have a sleepover with your girlfriends. He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. Why couldn't he drop by? Because he has a dick? Ridiculous. He's been learning all the dialogues to your favourite movies. He would understand all the references to whatever you're watching. He'd even let you do his make up and dress him up in a skirt and heels if you wanted to. But whatever. He's never been the clingy type whatsover. He can manage a few hours without you. Bet.

2. Namjoon waters his plants on Saturdays and that means he's also in control of the music that plays in the background.

When the first chords start playing, Jungkook is still too busy licking the salt off his fingers and thinking about a new strategy to end up once and for all with the living dead. He's not paying much attention until he hears the lyrics.

"What song is that?" he asks, eyes squinted at the screen. He doesn't see Namjoon turning towards him with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Um...Just one of the most well known songs in music history?"

"Hm. When did he drop this? I totally missed it."

There's a beat of silence before Namjoon answers back. "In the 60's."

"Ohhhh."

For the following minute, Namjoon keeps spraying his plants with water, himself humming to the tune. Jungkook has given up on his game. It's not his fault he can't concentrate on two things at a time. Specially when your face appears unexpectedly out of nowhere in his head. So, he doesn't even think much of the fact that his character is getting eaten alive on the screen. He doesn't care that Yugyeom is cursing at him through his headphones for commiting harakiri. The song in the distance has hypnotized him for whatever reason.

"Who sings it?" he inquires further. He doesn't care that his computer's screen reads 'Game Over'.

"Frankie Valli."

"The guy who sings in The Joker?"

"No, that's Frank Sinatra."

"Frank Sinatra is Joaquin Phoenix's stage name?"

"What? No, that's- Your thought process never fails to amaze me." Namjoon sighs, fishing for his phone inside his jean's pocket. "I'll just send you the link."

Which he does. Namjoon shares the Spotify link on his phone. That same night, Jungkook makes a Spotify playist. With just that one song on repeat. He falls asleep with the same vintage track playing in the dark and your face playing in his mind.

Now, Jungkook has never known obsession. It's not in his DNA to think about something -or someone- over and over again. Sure, he probably knows too many facts about soccer that nobody cares about; sure, he has an entire collection of Yu-Gi-Oh cards that he's been saving since he was a kid; and sure, he adds parsley to every dish he makes regardless of the food needing it or not. But Jungkook is not obsessive. Not at all.

So why those lyrics and that melody plus the thought of you are on a loop burned in his brain is a mystery to him. And he would maybe try to find the answers to this mystery in internet forums like Quora if he was actually bothered by it.

But he's not.

He's happy listening to Frankie Valli as long as you keep appearing like a mirage everytime he closes his eyes. Jungkook thinks that's the reason why he doesnt get sick of listening to it is. Because your face is always in his mind whenever the chords start repeating themselves inside his head.

Have you ever heard that song before? Do you have any remotely idea how much it fits you? Are you even aware anybody could've written this song about you, for you? Do you know you're too good to be true? That Jungkook can't take his eyes off of you? That you're like heaven to touch, and Jungkook wants to hold you so much?

Sometimes he thinks he should apologize for the way that he stares, but when it comes to you, there's nothing else to compare. Because everytime he spots you in a room, or spends God knows how much time just looking at you as you type away in the library, the sight of you leaves him weak and he feels like there aren't any words left to speak.

It's been a couple months since he's known you, but all he knows is that he'd like to keep knowing for as long as he can. He can't remember the last time he's wanted to spend so much time with somebody. Can't remember the last time a girl had introduced herself in his thoughts until nothing else was important to him, not even scoring goal after goal on the field. Sometimes he tries to blame it on the fact that he likes women too much and you're one of them. He's a vulnerable individual when it comes to the opposite sex.

It had to be that blowjob, for sure. It's not often that getting some head leaves Jungkook shaking in his Air Forces 97, wanting to put a ring on it and thanking God he's alive.

So, if you feel like Jungkook feels, you should let him know that it's real.

"Man, my homie Frankie really was in his bag when he wrote this." he sighs dreamily one night.

Jungkook wishes he knew how to write lyrics this beautiful where he calls you his pretty baby, tells you he needs you to warm his lonely nights and pleads for you to stay now that he's found you. He wishes he could have such dominion and mastery of prose to explain how he feels whenever he's with you through rhymes. He's lowkey jealous of this Valli dude and his talent at putting into words what Jungkook can't.

It's only the 1:35 minute mark of the song that leaves a weird feeling in Jungkook's stomach. A little voice that's shouting at him the real reason why he likes this song so much. But Jungkook pushes it down every time. He's not in L with you. You're just a pretty girl Jungkook enjoys spending time with. A pretty girl, with a pretty voice who's also smart and nice to him after she's done rolling her eyes at him.

"I think you're really going to like this movie." you tell him the following Saturday night that he gets to hang out with you.

Another thing about Jungkook besides not being an obsessive individual is the fact that he's never given the universe and the way it works too much of a thought. He's always thought that things happen for no apparent reason, just funny coincidences that make the world a curious place. Nothing else.

But 10 Things I Hate About You has made him think about syncronicities in a whole different way. At first, all he was thinking was 'Okay, just another ealry 2000s teenage movie about love' and 'Man, Joseph Gordon-Levitt looks kinda the same as a teenager as he does now'.

Whatever, he enjoys spending time with you and watching whatever you like, because he's going to like it as well in the end. But then Heath Ledger's character grabs a mic and performs in front of Julia Stiles and the entire school a musical number with the one song Jungkook's been compulsively listening to for the past week.

So Jungkook watches in astonishment, with his mouth open wide and his soul ready to leave his body. His heartbeat speeds up dangerously and he finds himself holding on to one of the pillows on your bed way too tight. And you just sit there next to him, completely obvlivious to the fact that Jungkook is starting to experience the existential crisis of his life.

"It was cute, huh?" you tell him when it ends. And he just nods his head without being able to say a word because, literally, what the fuck.

"Um, yeah, why?"

"Huh?" Jungkook doesn't even remember what you've been talking about. He got distracted by the fact that you changed your perfume and your lips look a shade darker than usual.

"You just said: 'You know when a song gets stuck in your head?', and I said: 'Yeah, why?'" you look at him expectantly from under your glasses. Jungkook simply shuts down because your eyelashes are kinda overwhelming him. And he's not really ready to tell you how much of a dumb idiot he feels like for discovering a song that's been worlwide known sixty years after it was released. Oh, and he also feels like a creep for associating it with you and obsessively listening to it with you in mind. So he licks his lips, clears his throat and just settles on:

"Um, no reason."

#jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #bts fic

[quackiseok]

— sweet dreams

feral boys x gn! reader || headcanons

genre : fluff

warnings : swearing

summary : the feral boys' reaction to you falling asleep in their embrace or on them!

a/n : AYY HELLO!! i'm so sorry for the lack of content these last three days OTL but here's something i wrote, hope you guys liked it! ♡

song to listen to while reading :

— DREAM

let's say dream has just finished recording for his upcoming manhunt video and it was a chilly night

well, the solution? a gun CUDDLES!!! ♡

he's a sucker for cuddles and you love cuddling with him too, so why not?

the two of you plopped yourselves on the bed, warm blankets wrapping the two of you together

the first plan was to watch a movie, but the two of you ended up talking to each other and leaving the movie unwatched

he share many stories with you, letting you rest your head on his chest whilst listening to him. he would also put an arm around your shoulders to keep you warm and close to him 🥺

as time passes by, it was getting late. you felt really safe around dream, especially if you were in his embrace

your eyelids grew heavier each time you tried fighting it off and focus on dream's voice, which leads to you unconsciously falling asleep on his chest

after a few seconds talking, dream would realize your sleeping figure in his embrace and OHMYGOD

HE WANTS TO FREAK OUT SO BAD BECAUSE HOW CUTE YOU WERE—

lowkey scared that he might somehow crush you or something because you're the tiny little spoon in the current situation

man, he had to refrain himself from taking a picture of you sleeping in his embrace

and the fact that you felt safe enough to fall asleep in his arms makes him tear up (in a positive way!) 🥺

would slowly move you to a more comfortable position and carefully pull you closer to his chest, making sure that he doesn't wake you up

[hugs you tightly]

ALSO just like any other times, mans would secretly mark the date in his phone's calendar because OHMYGOD????? this date better be stamped on history books

after getting into a slightly more comfortable position, dream would just adore you— even only from looking at you, his serotonin level will always go 📈📈

would 100% whisper i love you's or other sweet words while looking at you

mans just smiling to himself, thinking about how much he loves you and adores you— and how lucky he is to have you in his embrace 🥺💞

after some time, he would start to drift away too and ending up sleeping while hugging you tightly in his arms 🥺

— GEORGE

the two of you were sleepyheads

like at the weekends? both you and george would just lazily lay on the bed and fall asleep together regardless what time it was

even at noon? NAP TIME

and today was one of those lazy days

you were laying your head on his lap, which leads to him to his habit of playing with your hair while joking around with you and talk about random things

he just absolutely adores your fluffy hair 🥺

he'd also learn how to braid hairs from youtube just so he could braid yours 🥺

AND SURPRISINGLY HE'S SO GOOD AT BRAIDING HAIRS 💞💞

the way he caressed your head was so comforting, which leads you to feel sleepy. you still wanted to talk with george so you tried fighting off the sleepiness but ended up falling asleep anyways

after not hearing a respond from you, he realized you fell asleep.

WAIT, YOU FELL ASLEEP ON HIS LAP AND THE WAY YOU LOOKED SO ADORABLE SHOULD BE ILLEGAL—

a blush crept up on his cheeks as he looked at your sleeping figure on his lap

ohmygod he absolutely adores this and 100% would plan more sleepy days with you just to see you fall alseep on his lap again

george would admire you shyly, his fingers still softly caressing your hair while making sure not to do it too hard since he doesn't want to wake you up 🥺

he looks at you > gets shy from how adorable you are and how much he loves you > look away > missing looking at you > back to the first step (put this cycle on repeat)

GOSH he just wants to pull you close to his embrace now but that's not possible to do since he doesn't want to wake you up ;(

as he secretly admires you, he would slowly feel sleepy too but he doesn't want to move you away from his lap

so this man right here decided to just sleep in a sitting position which he didn't mind too much since he could still lean his back on the stacked pillows

come on— he doesn't wanna ruin this adorable moment :( it's worth the back pain according to him 👍

and so with that, the two of you fell alseep peacefully 🥺💞

— SAPNAP

mans a whole ass tease @ you

mf would browse through hundreds of websites and collect the cheesiest jokes he can find to use them on you later 😳

also won't stop clinging on you for 24/7 but you don't mind since he's so adorable 🥺💞

and today was just the same like any other days, he clung on you and begged you to cuddle with him

how can you refuse such a sweet offer????

so here you are now laying on the bed with his arms around your shoulders, holding you close to him

the two of you would just joke and laugh at many things, just havin' a wholesome fun time 🥺

don't forget the fluffy blankets around the two of you (you adore soft blankets so sapnap bought you at least 3 blankets and you absolutely loved all three of them 🥺)

until at one point everything felt so comfortable that you didn't even realize you were drifting yourself to sleep

and the moment sapnap realized you fell asleep sweetly in his embrace?

[!(-?#?2@&&????? SCREAMS???? —NO, MAKE THE SCREAM SILENT SO IT WON'T WAKE YOU UP]

he can't help but let out a soft chuckle when saw your sleeping figure

oh man, he was gripping on the pillow tightly so that he doesn't lose control and pull you closer to him which could wake you up

100% gonna make you cuddle with him everyday until you fall asleep on him (mans just making it a routine now)

he would also have to refrain himself from squishing your cheeks while looking at you in awe 🥺💞

even though he's growing sleepy too, he won't give in so easily

like— hello??? a cutie pie just fell asleep in my arms, sleep can wait 🖐🖐

but then eventually he'll fall asleep anyways, but he swore he tried his best keeping his eyelids up and that's sweet 🥺

((would 100% unconsciously pull you closer and just hug you tightly in his sleep ♡))

— QUACKITY

we all know how much alex LOVES driving and mans really good at it (he knows what he's doing fellas)

especially with you 😳😳

the two of you would blast banger songs together while enjoying the road and the pretty view from the window 🥺

it was one of those afternoons again where the two of you went for a stroll with his car

both you and alex planned on only going for a short stroll, but ended up strolling around for almost 3 hours now

but neither of you cared, alex loves spending lots of time with you and same goes with you 🥺💞

the two of you wanted to get some fresh air for a bit after such a long drive, so you stopped by at the nearest field before driving back home

and man, the view was indeed beautiful

the two of you had moved to the back seat so he can get closer to you

as the two of you talked while watching the sun setting down, you started feeling a little bit sleepy

you shrugged it off at first and continued to talk with alex, but then you couldn't help but fall asleep with your head leaned on his shoulders eventually

and when he realized you has fallen asleep on his shoulders?

OH MY— HIS HEART WENT BRRRRRR BECAUSE OF HOW CUTE YOU ARE

definitely will plan on doing this in the furture but at home so he can just adore your sleeping figure for as long as he wants to

he has to drive back home but this moment is very important so he chose to stay there for at least the next 1 more hour 🥺💞

he just wants to kiss you on the forehead so bad but he's scared that he might wake you up :[

but then again, it was getting really late and he has to drive the two of you back home so he would carefully make you lay down on the back seat and he would put his jacket underneath your head as a pillow 🥺💞

and when the two of you arrived back home, he would carefully carry you back in and just cuddle you up for the rest of the night until he falls asleep too ♡

— KARL

karl jacobs has 2 moods : the wholesome mood and the cursed mood, no in betweens

he can either be very wholesome and send you the cutest hamster pics ever or just send you cursed, unexplainable images like macaronis boiled in gatorade

but even though he's in the cursed mood, his clinginess for you will stay the same ♡ (which you absolutely loved)

you loved both of his moods anyways since it's sweet and funny 🥺💞

today, he was feeling extra wholesome so he would just chill with you on the sofa in your matching frog hoodies and your head on his lap

((yes, he bought matching frog hoodies with you at christmas to wear them together 🥺👉👈))

the two of you would be watching cartoons, especially adventure time!! (it's superior cartoon, you can't change my mind)

then as time passes by, you felt your eyelids grew heavy but you tried fighting it back

yeah, you ended up falling asleep at the end 😔

karl noticed how you grew silent and when he checked on you only to see you sleeping on his lap?

yeah karl's never gonna leave his seat, 100%

mans just smiling to himself from looking at how cute you are in your oversized frog hoodie, asleep on his lap 🥺

GOSH this better happen frequently in the future because if not? he'll commit ARSON

he would try softly play with your hair, making sure his touches were soft so he doesn't wake you up

the cartoon is now long forgotten, his focus is just full on the sweetheart sleeping on his lap 🥺💞

he would constantly check on you and pull the blanket back up to your body if it moves back down, and make sure that he doesn't shift his legs too much because it might wake you up :(

will also try his best to not fall asleep because MAN, HE CAN'T JUST SKIP THIS HISTORICAL MOMENT

but he fell asleep anyways after holding back for around 40 minutes, which is impressive 😳

just like george, he doesn't mind falling asleep in a sitting position 👍 backpain = worth it

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[sadman-morgan]

rainy night muse

pairing: arthur morgan x neutral!reader

summary:  Heavy rain slammed against the tent’s folds as thunder roared throughout camp. This night felt longer than any other. You were exhausted. You just wanted to get some sleep.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none, other than extreme fluff with one cowboy. 

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You and Arthur had spent the day hunting, gathering supplies and various items requested by fellow camp members, all while committing petty crimes along the way. Hunting always made you incredibly sore to the point where other members had taken notice. Ms. Grimshaw always assured there were other ways for you to earn your keep, but you brushed the offers off. Despite the aching, hunting was always your favorite pastime to share with Arthur. 

After rounding up your hunts, you and Arthur decided to head back to camp. When you both approached your horse, Arthur saddled up first, then reached out his arm for you to hop on. On the way back, nightfall slowly began to creep into The Heartlands. Arthur had spent any free-breathing second scribbling away in his journal, which soon became the quickly discussed topic on the ride back. 

“What’d ya draw today?” you questioned. 

Despite not seeing his face, you could feel tints of red smearing across his face, and the heat coming off of it. 

“Uhh.. scenery? Not real sure, jus’ random things I saw beauty in, I suppose,” he laughed nervously. 

You were both usually quiet after strenuous days like today. Occasionally, you mumble-sang random songs together or pointed out breathtaking views. There was always something about talking to you that made Arthur’s heart skip beats, and his palms drown in his own sweat. Speaking his true mind was always a difficult task. 

Once you arrived at camp, the day turned into a deep pitch black, only to be combated by the bright illumination of the campfire. Arthur hopped off first to hitch the horse, then came back around to help you off. 

You both went around saying your hellos to those still awake, and gave your hunted animals over to Pearson.

After handing over the hunted animals, you and Arthur went back to your tent to drop a couple of things off, and to turn in for the night.

You sat down on your shared cot and quietly watched Arthur rustle through his satchel before finally placing it down on the table. 

Before coming over to sit down, Arthur mumbled, “Shit -- I’ll be right back, just forgot to do somethin’.” 

“Y’alright?” you questioned him. 

“Yeah. Just forgot to.. to give everyone their things. I hope they’re still awake. Shouldn’t be too much trouble, I’ll be back in a minute,” Arthur said as he shuffled through his satchel, picking out the few items that camp members had requested. 

After Arthur left, you dug through his satchel, took out his journal, and began to flip through his beautiful paragraphs and illustrations.

Arthur knew you read his paragraphs and looked at his drawings. It was mostly because of how you spoke about different things, and how you would try to compliment him on his art, which was never received well. He was self-conscious about his art and writing being seen by anybody else; it initially was for his eyes only. As time went on, he grew less worried about your reading, as long as it was only you seeing his work. He never believed you when you tried to compliment him on his art, and would sometimes grow defensive if he thought you were kidding. You would never do such a thing, but he suspected otherwise. 

Flipping through the pages, you finally found his writing and drawings from that day. On one side of the page, he wrote a small blurb about enjoying hunting with you, and how beautiful the scenery was. You laughed a little bit, before flipping the page to see his daily drawing. 

Tears immediately filled your eyes and trickled down your face. You glided your fingers across the page. His daily drawing was a beautiful portrait of you, "Muse" scrawled hastily underneath. You closed the journal and slipped it back into his satchel. 

You sat down on your cot and continued to happily cry with the cheesiest smile smeared across your face. You meant the world to Arthur, but he always struggled to outright say so. You raised your head to Arthur’s return, still teary-eyed.  

“I’m back, y’alright?” he questioned. He seemed mildly puzzled. 

“Yeah~ I’m alright. Nothin’ to worry about,” you responded.

But Arthur knew exactly what to worry about.

Arthur felt his heart begin to race out of embarrassment. He felt loved, but he also felt his usual sense of guilt. He didn’t believe that he deserved to be loved by such a beautiful person like you. After Mary had left, he grew afraid of history repeating itself. 

Arthur didn’t know what to say or do other than nod his head, and mumble, “Thanks.” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes, so you gazed off into the void behind him.

“Don’t mention it, Morgan.”

Once you stood up, Arthur pulled you tightly into his arms. While nearly suffocating, you were welcomed by the soft aromas of pine and whiskey, mixed in with sweat. You felt at home. 

Arthur loosened his hold on you with one arm and used the other to gently ruffle your hair. 

“I care about you, Darlin’... so, so much,” Arthur mumbled into your ear.

Arthur could feel you smiling deep into his chest. He pulled you away so he could gaze into your gorgeous eyes.

“You’re my world, Y/N,” Arthur said as he carefully dragged his thumb across your face, wiping away the remainder of your tears. “You’ve turned me into a goddamned fool”. 

You pulled him back in and kissed his cheek, his stubble scraping against your skin. You felt a sudden temperature change in his face. 

You carefully pulled away while tracing his jawline, only to have him tug you back in and give you a quick smooch on the lips. 

“You’re so handsome,” you said. 

He gave you a puzzled look and chuckled. “Maybe it’s time to visit the eye doctor then?” 

You playfully shook your head. “Don’t think so, cowboy”. 

Your mutual flirtations were interrupted by bellowing thunder and heavy rain, and nearly every camp member rising to their feet. 

“Sonuvabitch,” Arthur sighed. “Let’s go help out.”

Everyone rushed to get their belongings out of the rain and load them back into the proper wagons. Thank God there wasn’t much to move around. You and Arthur were both completely drenched in no time, but kept on loading the wagons. 

“Everyone alright?” Arthur called out. 

“Yes, Mr. Morgan," "Yes, Arthur,” various voices across camp responded. 

“Alright, Just a bit of thunder and rain, nothin’ to worry about. Let’s try to get some rest.” 

As everyone went back to sleep, you and Arthur headed back to your wagon and tent. 

You looked and felt like shit, and so did Arthur. You were both overworked, exhausted, and soaking wet from the rain -- not to mention the deep aching pain throughout your neck, back, and shoulders. 

Arthur walked over to the small area where you both kept your pajamas and took them out. 

“Here ya go,” he said in a deep, exhausted tone. 

“Thanks,” you responded.

As you took your pajamas from Arthur, you gave him a small head notion for him to put his eyes elsewhere, or to turn around. 

“Alright,” he said as he turned around and covered his eyes. “I won’t look at ya.”

“Thanks,” you said as you finished getting dressed, pulling your shirt over your head. “‘Free to turn around now.” 

After you returned the favor, you both crawled into your shared cot. The rain continued to pour hard against your tent. 

You snuggled close into Arthur and carefully sprawled your hand across his chest, before putting your head down. 

His soft breathing and heartbeat were more comforting and relaxing than he could ever understand. Arthur raised his hand and gently played with your hair, which always sent tingles down your spine. 

You could’ve passed out immediately on his chest, but the harsh rain had decided otherwise. You hated it when it poured. Arthur never understood your hatred for the rain, as it always immediately lulled him to sleep. On stormy nights, he would battle the pull of gravity on his eyelids so he could lull you to sleep first. It seemed like this night would be the same. 

“Y’did good today, I’m so… so proud of you.” Arthur mumbled into your ear. 

His voice had dropped a ton in comparison to when he last spoke. His voice was naturally deep and raspy, but when that man grew tired, his voice sure could tell. He spoke so much slower, deeper, and raspier the more exhausted he was, and God did you find it to be one of the sexiest things about him. 

You gently kissed his neck before rolling off his chest and onto your back. 

You tried so hard to stay still and quiet, but you mindlessly tossed and turned. Sometimes you would move so much, you would accidentally kick Arthur. 

What felt like two hours passed, and you were still wide awake, kept conscious by the relentless aches in your muscles. 

 Arthur hadn’t slept. Your constant movement, kicking, and whimpers had kept him awake. 

“Wh… What’chu whimpering for? Is something wrong, Darlin'?” Arthur slowly said, barely conscious. 

“My back and shoulders… they… they hurt so badly, Arthur,” you whined. 

You sounded like you were about to cry. You just wanted to get some goddamn sleep.

Arthur laid still for a moment. “I… I have an idea, can you roll over on your stomach for me?” He muttered as he carefully nudged you onto your side, and then onto your stomach. 

Arthur motioned behind you and grazed his hand across your shoulder, “I’m gonna rub your shoulders and back for you, is that alright?” he asked. Once you nodded, he applied a bit more pressure, which caused you to wince. 

“God damn.... knotted up to high heaven,” he murmured as he began to gently massage your back and shoulders. You whimpered and groaned when Arthur found a sore or sensitive spot, but he could feel you begin to relax underneath him, telling him that his hard work was greatly appreciated. Arthur gradually slowed down for a minute to admire you. He smiled softly as he watched the rise and fall of your shoulders as you began to nod off. 

Only ten minutes after he started, you had fallen completely asleep. 

“Goodnight, Muse,” he mumbled as he ran his hand across your shoulders. 

After a job well done, Arthur slid off of your back, rolled onto his, and quickly dozed off. 

He loved to sleep to the ear-pleasing harmonies of the pouring rain, but only if you were taken care of first.

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an: first fic for this fandom, I hope you guys like it! I’m always open to writing suggestions, feel free to leave some in my inbox. 

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan imagines #arthur morgan imagine #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x male reader #arthur morgan x gender neutral reader #arthur morgan x female reader #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan one shot #red dead redemption 2 fanfic #red dead 2 x reader #rdr #rdr2 #john marston #charles smith #dutch van der linde #van der linde gang #fluff #im on my bullshit #comfort #my writing #this is so soft haha

[bluefirewrites]

i gotta Juke AU story

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this is inspired by this one filipino movie i watched “para sa hopeless romantic” but julie and luke go to the same uni and julie writes a random line of lyrics on a schools desk and luke writes the next lines when he’s in his class. the next day julie sees someone finished her lyrics and they end up having a finished song throughout the week. they obviously end up falling in love with each other’s words but one day the desks in that classroom were thrown out so julie and luke try and find the desk and run into each other only for Luke to find out it’s Julie, his crush since the beginning of school, and Julie finds out it’s Luke, they boy who she’s been eyeing ever since she’s first seen him. honestly this is all over the place. this is just another random college au. tehe

I DID NOT KNOW THIS WAS FROM A FILIPINO MOVIE!

I have much more pride in my culture now you have no idea haha! But no really,  Filipino movies can be the cheesiest, silliest, most cliche things I’ve ever seen. And I mean that endearingly. 

So it makes total sense that this super cute trope that I see popping up in different fandoms came from a Filipino movie. 

I think I’ve seen an iteration of this on AO3 and it was super cute! (But I think it was more like leaving a piece of paper on a desk). 

But yes, yes , YES. 

Juke is the perfect ship for this. 

Hmm... I think it would be an interesting take, because my mind went to Luke first, if it was Julie who would start it- yes I agree with you. 

It is canon that Luke helped Julie finish the song that she had been working on with her mom (’Stand Tall’), so might as well run with it. 

Maybe during her quiet year, where she didn’t sing or play piano, she often found herself doodling a lot. She kinda threw herself into drawing. It was her creative outlet that brought her comfort during these rough times. 

She’d have trouble paying attention in class sometimes, and so she would end up doodling. 

Now, I used to have a history class that frowned upon doodling in notebooks. The notebooks would be graded, and if there is a non-history, non-relevant doodle in the margins or anything- you get points docked off. 

So Julie, like me, tried remedying this by doodling on post it notes to avoid getting in trouble. 

But one day, Julie forgets or runs out of post it notes, and she’s only got her history notebook and textbook with her. And since she has no qualms marking up her jeans and shoes, she thought she’d be discrete and doodle on the desks.

Not like anyone would have a problem with that anyway. These desks are old af and scratched up and had doodles on them already. 

She would start drawing her usual stuff- funky creatures, bubble letter-ed profanities, etc. 

But then she starts thinking about her mom, she starts doodling dahlias and even a rose in one corner. Memories start flooding back and she starts absentmindedly writing down a lyric of a song they never finished, just bits of pieces figured out: 

‘Don’t blink...no, I don’t want to miss it’ 

She didn’t think to erase it. Just grabbed her stuff and went to her next class. 

The following day however, she pulls out her post-notes (after getting more) and is about to doodle when she sees a new scribble on the corner of the desk where she wrote her lyrics. 

Squinting, she realizes those are words (geez, the penmanship sucks). But she was able to make it out: 

‘One thing, and it's back to the beginning’

It’s written right under her line. And she reads them together- 

Wow. This sounds... pretty good. 

She quickly jots this mysterious new addition to the song in her post-notes, but not before giving writing another shot and provide another line. Curious, if she would get another response. 

She does. 

And it’s perfect. 

It’s been a year, a year since she felt the urge to write, to think about music- but, when all the lyrics fall into place, Julie is suddenly inspired to continue. 

She spends the entire class thinking about how to reply, how to keep the momentum of this song going. 

When she gets it, she writes it down underneath the new line. And waits. 

And like clockwork, next day she sits down and there’s a new addition. 

First verse done- Julie couldn’t believe it. 

Smiling, she records it all and had to erase everything from before to make more room. 

‘Thanks’ she writes ‘Keep going?’ 

The reply the next day has her grinning from ear to ear: 

‘I’m game :)’

And that’s how it goes: Another day, Another killer line. 

Julie would rush from her next class, confusing Flynn who did not think she would be so excited going to history, smile on her face, anticipating another message from this mystery writing partner. 

Sometimes, she gets too caught up in her head, eagerly thinking up new lines that she often doesn’t watch where she’s going. One time, she pretty much embarrassed herself while bumping into the cute Luke Patterson in her rush to History. 

(She practically fell on him and he tried to talk to her after, but she jumped out of his arms before whatever awkward conversation that was bound to happen if she stayed). 

Julie and her pen pal would keep working on the song, even came up with a system to let each other know if they’ve finished a verse. 

And sometimes it’s not just lyrics. Julie draws her normal doodles next to her lines, and she’s delighted to find even more ridiculous ones waiting for her when she gets back. 

There was one time when she’s had to stifle a laugh because a crude caricature of their History teacher in their corner, yelling out the next lyric: 

‘I'm goin’ out of my mind!’

(Glad to know someone else shares the same sentiments about their strict history teacher.)

They finish her mom’s song and Julie’s glad... grateful even. But she couldn’t help but feel disappointed... assuming it’s over. 

But come Monday the following weekend, her pen pal decided to leave another line- 

‘Running from the past... Tripping on the now’ 

and a new comment: 

‘My turn now?’

A new song, and Julie grins, already coming up with ideas... 

She loves writing again, especially music. Sparked by this exchange, she eases herself back into listening to music again, looking for inspiration to use for the song she and her mysterious partner are working on. 

And writing with this person... is really something else. 

But Julie’s favorite part of the whole experience really is the comments written on the upper corner. Stuff like: 

‘This part is killer!’

‘Mindreader, much? :P’

‘Wrecking ball at it again. So talented :)’

and her favorite:

‘You make me a better writer...’

She ducks down so no one can see her blush as she writes back: 

‘I think we make each other better...’ 

Flynn one day tells her straight up she’s got a crush on her pen pal, to which Julie denies because how could she have a crush on someone she doesn’t even know. 

But as she thinks about it.. she feels like she does. Or at least know enough to establish this sort of connection that feels like they’re in each other’s heads, know how the other person thinks, inspiring the other. 

It was... special. 

Flynn suggests that she needs to figure out who is leaving these notes. But it’s hard seeing as though Julie has the class in an earlier period, a bunch of other classes are held in the same room after she leaves. 

(Flynn tries a sting operation, but ends up getting caught ditching class before she could solve the mystery). 

Julie’s worried though. As much as she wants to figure out who this great pen pal is, she wonders if they would be disappointed to find out they’ve been writing her. And not someone as cool and as pretty as Carrie Wilson or her friend Kayla. It’s hard to live up to those expectations. 

In the end, she wants to know. At least so she could maybe thank them in person, for helping bring music back into her life and for making history class the highlight of her day. 

She decides this right before they break for Thanksgiving. She writes down: 

‘I wanna meet you. Can we talk?’ 

And she’s on pins and needles the entire break, just wondering what her pen pal would say back. ‘Yes’, ‘no?’. 

But what she finds when she comes back from break is so much worse than the fear of rejection. 

They got new desks. 

Their school finally got their shit together and replaced their old, worn down desks. 

‘No, no, no, no, no’. 

That means she’ll never know what her penpal end up replying... 

She runs out of class and finds Flynn, panicked, she tells her what happened. And Flynn does some digging, and she’s able to find out where the janitors dumped the old desks. 

Julie totally underestimates just how desperate she is in finding out the identity of her pen pal because she finds herself sneaking back to school at night with Flynn, seeking out the lot behind school where the dumpsters were piled high with the old desks. 

Flynn, the ride or die she is, armed with a flashlight, starts taking out the desks along with Julie, and there are... a lot of desks. 

They go at it for an hour, and the situation starts to look hopeless, especially when Flynn discovers a whole new set of dumpsters with desks that they haven’t even checked yet. 

They’re about to throw in the towel- 

But then they hear voices. 

Quickly, they hide behind a dumpster right when three guys, with flashlights, come onto the scene. 

“Dude, I can’t believe we’re here at this hour-” 

“Oh my god. There’s like a boatload of stuff here-” 

“Guys. Can you not? And please help me? It’s gotta be here somewhere”. 

They sound... familiar. They were definitely not the custodians. 

Risking it, Julie leaves her hiding spot- 

“Luke?” 

Luke Patterson jumps and whips around to face her, “Julie?” 

Behind him are his bandmates, Alex and Reggie. Everyone looks at each other confused. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks. 

���I...uh, I’m-” Julie stammers, “Well-” 

Flynn cuts in, “She’s looking for something,” 

Luke nods, “Really? So are we.” 

Alex scoffs, “Nope. Just you, dude. But we’re helping.” 

“Maybe we can help you too?” Reggie offers, “What are you looking for?” 

Julie sighs, “... a desk?” 

“Well... you came to the right place...” Luke laughs, shining his flashlight on the dumpsters, “Funny enough that’s what we’re looking for too.” 

“One in particular?” 

Then the guy gets all clammed up, “Uh... yeah. I think... I might have... left something... in it. Something important.” 

“How about we all look together?” suggests Flynn, “Help each other out?” 

And so they exchange the descriptions on the desk, with Julie leaving out the glaring obvious detail of the note. 

They’re surprised to find out that they’re looking for the same kind of desk. The ones they used in a particular building at school, the same one her history class is in. 

So they break off and search. And she ends up in the same dumpster as Luke. 

“So what’s in your desk?” he ends up asking. 

“Huh?” 

“You know... that’s so important that you’re here on a Friday night, digging through a dumpster,” 

“Right... uh,” Julie scrambles for an answer, “There’s something on- I mean, in the desk... that really helped me. I was going through a hard time. Lost my mom last year-” 

Luke stops his search, “Oh, I’m so sorry-” 

“It’s okay. I just...” she sighs, finding another desk that looks like hers but not quite, “I just want to find it...” 

“I get it. Hopefully we can find your desk.” 

“Hopefully we’ll find yours too,” 

After another 20 minutes searching, Julie finds it. At the very bottom of the dumpster. Luke’s face lights up once she brings it out. 

“Oh my god, you found it!” He exclaims, hands gripping the edge to take it off her hands. 

She tugs it back, “Yeah... I found it... my desk,” 

“Your desk? But this is my-” he breaks off, eyes widening, “Wait. Are you...?” 

“Am I what?” 

Luke drops the desk, clears his throat, and starts reciting: 

‘I believe... I believe that we're just one dream...’

Julie gasps, then continues: 

“Away from who we're meant to be...”

Then together: “That we're standing on the edge of...”

“...great.” Luke finishes, in awe, “You! You’re ‘Lyric Girl’!”

“You’re my pen pal?” Julie says in disbelief. 

Luke Patterson has been her pen pal this entire time? The cutie with the cutoffs? It makes total sense. He’s in a rock band and the songs she’s heard from them have amazing lyrics. 

Wait... she has been lowkey crushing on Luke Patterson through his words... 

“Wow, it’s you! Luke... wow...” she honestly has no words. They used to come easy to her when she talks to him via the desk, but now, after finding out that the local heartthrob is her writing partner, she’s super nervous. 

“Look... if you’re disappointed that it’s me... I get it. I’ll give you an out, and you won’t ever have to talk to me again-” 

“Julie-” 

“-like this is weird- this is weird right? But I mean what we had was nice and all-” 

“Julie, can you-?” 

“-we don’t ever have to talk about this if you don’t-” 

“Julie!” He reaches for her hands and intertwines their fingers, shutting her up. 

“Yeah...?” 

He takes a deep breath before saying: “Why would I ever be disappointed that it’s you? I’ve... got like a mad crush on you since freshman year...” 

Julie choked, “Wait, what?” 

“Voice of an angel and wicked beauty to boot? How could I not?” he smiles, “And... finding out that you’re my mystery muse is just... you don’t know how happy that makes me.” 

His smile drops and he’s all the sudden bashful, “Wait... are you disappointed that it’s me?” 

She shakes her head, “No, no! That’s not why! It’s just... you’re this rockstar in the making! I didn’t think- I didn’t think you’d ever pay attention to me.” 

“I do... I do pay attention,” he looks down at their desk, “Well... maybe not enough attention, otherwise we would have met sooner.” 

She laughs, “Totally,” 

They stand there for a while, grinning at each other like idiots. 

“So...” Julie decides to jump the gun, “Do you... maybe wanna grab something to eat?” 

Luke raises an eyebrow, “Are you asking me out, Julie?” 

She blushes, “Maybe,” 

“Interesting,” 

“So what’s your answer?” 

He leans in, “Might wanna look down,” he whispers. 

She does, right on their desk and finally reads the reply she’s spent weeks thinking about. 

‘Tell me where and when...

I’ll be there...’

Needless to say, but that from that day on- they don’t need to use their desk to talk anymore... 

#this... has been sitting in my inbox #and finally I have answered! #I LOVE THIS CONCEPT #giving me the same vibes as my imaginary friends penpal juke idea #i guess this means i just... love Dash & Lily #julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie and the himbos #juke #palina #juke-box #julie x luke #luke x julie #julie molina #luke patterson #how many times am i gonna sneak in 'wicked beauty' in whatever I write?

[st-louis]

tagged by: @goaliehugs​ (well inadvertently but i wanted to do it).

rules: put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs

i’m going to add a little condition in that i’m going to describe a bit about the song in case anyone’s curious!

gates of doom, “atilla, flagellum dei” - this is like... epic blackened death metal about friulian history? that’s northeast italy. i didn’t really know much about it so this kind of had a roman/constantinople vibe to me when i first heard it. heavy, harsh vox with some monstrous and melodic riffs.

karg, “heimat bist du tiefster winter” - i am basic and occasionally enjoy some good old sadboy post black. this is harsh vocals with very fragile and beautiful melodies. was not a huge fan of their later stuff and i’m very annoyed about the shit he pulled with audrey sylvain on the harakiri for the sky album but this is a very good like... album for when you’re feeling a bit down and want to sulk or enjoy a moment of catharsis.

grails, “stray dog” - this is one of the only post rock albums i still have saved in my library. i don’t listen to it very much anymore. kind of reminds me of smoky bazaars. stars simple and builds into a more complex instrumental melody.

grylle, “france, qui te veult mal?” - this band is medieval black metal but the cool thing about it is that it’s basically black metal but played with all acoustic instrumentation. so you get the harsh vocals but acoustic guitar with medieval style accompaniment. it sounds weird but it works surprisingly well.

wretched empires, “ghosts” - this is a black metal side project of one of the guys in allfather. it’s nothing super notable either way but bloom was a solid little ep and the allfather dudes are good dudes as far as metal musicians go.

deadwood lake, “visions from the faded years” - oh this is lowkey one of my favorite songs. this entire album rips, but it’s also extremely emotional and grief-filled black metal written in honor of “a fallen brother.” this is a beautiful song and the little musical interlude from like 4:00 to 4:45 get me every time.

consummatum est, “hypnagogic prospectus” - you want funeral doom this is funeral doom. hypnotic, crawling pace, crushingly heavy.

vorna, “virvatulet” - i have a huge soft spot for finnish pagany folkish black metal and this band is no exception. very catchy melodies, a good mix of triumphant cleans and harsh vox, some fantastic blast beats to back everything up. sateet palata saavat was one of my favorite albums of 2019.

brothers of metal, “emblas saga” - look sometimes i just wanna listen to the most bombastic, cheesiest power metal you can find, and this is a seriously good album for that. lovely clean female vocals, pretty much the cheesiest lyrics you could hope for, very grounded in norse mythology. this whole album’s just super fun.

marrasmieli, “embrace the eternal” - speaking of finnish pagan black metal. this is a little less polished than the vorna record but extremely raw and beautiful. one of my favorites of 2020, and also on a music label i subscribe to on bandcamp.

if anyone would like to do the meme, with the song detail or otherwise, consider yourself tagged!

#idk i know some of you like the metal posts so i thought you might be interested #currently listening to

[bellamysgriffin]

this mitch scene just feels so cheap. like even the mitch scene. he appears in her dream as the wise yoda-like figure and sings one of the cheesiest songs in history. that’s SUCH a tired trope. i know they wanted to bring the actor back and i get fans love him bc we all love Mitch but this felt cheap. i mean couldn’t they do better than that 😭

#dana rants #zep discourse #zep spoilers #sorry that i hate this episode #but WOW

[ohwereusingourmadeupnames]

For sentence prompts: "I'll always be on your team" starker 😊

I’ll Get You Up On Your Feet

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark (Starker) Rating: General (G) Word Count: ~2.5k Notes: I’m not the biggest Noah Cyrus fan, but I thought of her song Team almost instantly. I kind of went from there - I hope you enjoy the cheeky fluffiness, nonnie! Warnings: None, it’s saccharine sweet, y’all.  Summary: 

Tony is used to the media blowing his name up. He’s dealt with it his entire life. Peter, on the other hand, is still adjusting. A nasty comment on a special picture gives Tony insight on Peter that he never had before. 

do the thing, send in all the prompts 

For the most part, Tony didn’t mind being a household name.

A lot of years, his name had a negative connotation connected with it – whether it was because of his weapons industry monopoly or the playboy portion of his notorious nickname, people turned their noses up at his name in the headlines.

His stint in the desert changed not only his perspective, but the general public’s, too. Everyone loved a good sob story, even if it came at the price of a bit of Tony’s sanity and the inherent safety he felt up until that point. Though the Iron Man suit brought him positive notoriety, Tony pursued the good he could do with it for purely selfish reasons. He survived the miserable conditions and all odds bet against him for a reason. That guided his moral compass.

Then, he met Peter Parker. At first, his interests were strictly on Spider-Man and the brilliance that Peter could create when behind the mask. Even in pajamas and pool goggles, he moved marvelously and got the job done without any hesitation. It became abundantly clear that with a good support system, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man could easily be a hero that the world needed.

Try as he might, Tony did not possess the strength to keep Peter away from the dangerous situations. Besides the fact that they needed the skill and intelligence he possessed, Tony was acutely aware of the truth that Peter did belong amongst them and his youth was not an exclusionary criterion. It couldn’t be – not when Peter understood what it was like to carry the world on his shoulders.

After Thanos, there wasn’t denying anyone’s worth – the entirety of the Avenger’s collective put everything they had into the plan, execution, and inevitable defeat of the biggest foe the world took on to date. From that point on, there was no point in trying to deny anything – especially when it came to Peter. The boy he met in the small apartment in Queens was no longer the youth Tony forced himself to categorize him as. It was easier to think of him as a kid than admit that so many things he saw in Peter were exactly what he was looking for.

Even though the realization came, Tony still felt a little hesitant. He offered Peter a position in his lab that equated to something full time in R&D while he went to school, so they were always around each other. There seemed to always be a power balance between them – one that, when the media got a whiff of, would be the highlight of the story; not the relationship that Tony knew they could have. Though, the more he thought about it, the easier it was to see that any relationship with Peter would be scrutinized – their history together was too deep.

Peter did not have the same qualms, however. Tony noticed the flirting when he first started working in the lab. It wasn’t subtle, though, he didn’t think Peter was trying to be. At 20, Tony remembered the ruthless way he went after the things he wanted – he recognized the hunger for that in Peter’s eyes almost instantly. Tony tried to resist it for as long as he could, but the siren call of a connection that just made sense couldn’t be fought. Especially when, in most circumstances, Tony was a hopeless mess that never picked the right fights.

At least Tony felt the satisfaction of finally making the first move. It was only a matter of time, the two of them were dancing around each other – Tony let himself lean into Peter’s touches more and when the dam broke, he pulled him in by the hips and pressed their lips together so tenderly. Peter’s gasp gave him just enough room to deepen it; and suddenly, the line was crossed.

Most of the people around them took to their relationship pretty easily. Of course, the team had a few reservations about objectivity, but with the way Tony was trying to take a step back from the actual battle part of the Avenger gig, it wasn’t too difficult to reassure everyone that missions would come first. When it was reasonable, at least. Though, Tony didn’t voice that to anyone but Peter. May wasn’t hard to convince once Peter was able to make her understand that the move was recent and that at 20, he was more than capable of making his own choices.

For the sake of actually enjoying things between them without the world’s opinion, Tony and Peter spent the first 2 years of their relationship keeping it on the way down low. They were plenty open in front of the team and around Happy and Pepper who were surprisingly supportive of the whole thing – but in public, Tony tried to keep the dopey smile off his face and worked exceedingly hard not to touch Peter, no matter how much he wanted to.

When Peter graduated college, Tony took things one step further between them and got down on one knee in the comfort of the sleek kitchen of Stark Tower. The dark tungsten of the ring looked good on Peter’s skin and immediately drew media attention when it was in pictures the very next day. It seemed like a good time to finally let the world know about the love that ran so deeply between them.

Of course, Tony’s worst fears showed their ugly head almost immediately. Every media outlet that ever wanted to say something bad about Tony decided to pick apart the entirety of their relationship – starting when Spider-Man joined the Avengers. It was a rough blow to the wall he created around the precious thing between him and Peter. They’d been in the dark hiding for so long, it took him a little while to adjust to the bright light of unrelenting cameras flashing and rumors being created just because.

He figured that letting a news outlet like People take care of the photography for their wedding would calm the craziness down a little bit. The entire thing was understated and highlighted who they were together as a couple. Peter smashed cake in his face, and they ended the night with the cheesiest walk under sparklers that were some of the hardest things to procure out of all the wedding supplies that ended up being necessary.

The photos were beautiful and the write up that went with it actually did justice to the sincerity of the relationship between him and Peter. It took the heat off of them for a little while – the cuteness and novelty of two of the world’s superheroes getting hitched sparked an entirely different discussion than the age different between two consenting adults.

That’s what he thought, anyway.

A couple weeks after coming back from their honeymoon, Tony found Peter on the couch looking at his phone with the grumpiest expression. The ache to rub the crease between his brows away settled in the tip of his fingers, but he ignored it, sitting on the cushion next to him instead. “What’s up, Pete?” Tony asked as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to his husband’s temple.

“Pepper told me not to ever look at the comments when I first joined up, you know?” Peter mumbled, his voice a little hoarse from the obvious emotion coursing through him. The question was rhetorical – that was rule number one when trying to keep ahold of sanity while constantly under public scrutiny. Peter knew that, too – but sometimes desire easily bypassed rational thinking.

“I put up the most beautiful picture from our wedding. The one where you’re gazing at me like I’m the greatest gift to the world. And I forgot – just for a second. That people suck.” Peter shrugged, the defeated gesture making his heart pang.

For the longest time, Peter didn’t want to sit in the limelight – Tony and the rest of the crew did what they could to make sure Peter’s identity remained a secret. It was enough to get him through high school and then another year or two through college before it got too hard to hide. Tony remembered the conversation they had about Peter taking the last step out of the dark vividly – even then, he’d been apprehensive. More than anything, Tony understood the mourning of his private life.

Wrapping his arm around Peter’s shoulder, Tony pulled him tightly against him, the shininess of the ring on Peter’s finger catching his eye – he still got a little giddy thinking about the look on his face when Carol pronounced them husbands. He grabbed up that hand and pressed a kiss to the ring and the knuckles surrounding it.

“It sucks, doesn’t it? Being under the microscope of people that don’t know you or anything about you or your life. The judgement of a populace that only gets news presented to them by people that have an agenda.” He bite down on all the other comparisons that wanted to flow out of his mouth – Peter got the point, he could see it in his eyes.

“What doesn’t suck, though, is the fact that you’re mine. Or the fact that despite what people want to believe, our relationship is built on a foundation that is unshakable and as pure as the carnality of a marriage can be. Fuck them, Pete. If I’ve learned anything, that’s all the really matters. We didn’t save the world to live within it half-assed. I love you. No one gets to take that away from me – or us.”

Peter leaned into him; the frantic nodding of his head felt against the solid part of Tony’s chest. He recognized strong arms circling around his middle, crushing him against Peter in a way that he’d grown familiar with over the years. His husband was so incredibly cognizant of the truth of his statements – Tony could tell by the silence that engulfed them, and the way he merely squeezed him tightly.

“You’re right, Tones. You’re right. It just got under my skin – the way people decided to disregard something that’s so real and pure and honest. I always want to defend you. Your character shouldn’t suffer because love for you came in the package of someone that’s younger. It’s grossly unfair,” Peter retorted, the huff in his breath making his voice come off pouty and the slightest bit childish.

It warmed Tony’s heart.

“Pete, the fact that you’re on my team is more than enough. I’m used to the outlandish things people want to paint me with. You’re all I need. Knowing that you don’t think those things, is the easiest way for me to stay firm and not care about what people think.” Turning a little, Tony grabbed Peter’s cheeks softly, his thumbs tracing the seam of Peter’s lips.

“I’ll always be on your team,” Peter whispered, his lips kissing at Tony’s thumb with every pass of the digit. “I love you, Tony.”

Tony leaned forward and pressed their lips together then, his eyes closing when Peter wrapped his arms around his middle and pulled him in closer. He still needed to go back to the lab and finish the latest experiment they were working on, but in that moment, it felt more important to keep Peter close and enjoy the fact that his husband loved him so damn much. Enough to be offended by the shit people said about him, to want to stand up and defend him for all he’s worth.

The unfortunate truth of the matter was, Peter would have to get used to it – Tony couldn’t escape his past or the fact that the people believed that he owed them a piece of himself. Of course, Tony didn’t need to throw that in his young husband’s face just yet; there’d be more than enough time for that learning lesson. Instead, he let Peter lead them through a deep kiss, their lips kiss swollen when the need to breath pulled them away from each other.

“I love you too, Pete,” Tony muttered against Peter’s lips, “but, I know you knew that already.” He pulled back and tossed Pete a beaming smile. A moment later, an idea slipped across the front of his mind and made the look on his face transform quickly from affection to mischief.

“Want to really say fuck ‘em?” he asked, getting up off the couch and pulling Peter with him.

He walked them down the hallway until they were outside of their bedroom – Peter quirked a brow at him but didn’t say a thing. Tony walked them forward until he was kicking off his shoes and crawling into the middle of the bed. “Come on,” Tony beckoned, his back flat against the mattress and arm spread open wide for Peter to settle in against his chest.

Peter, being the beaming baby that he was, didn’t hesitate to crawl into the space Tony left for him, his face settling into the nook of his husband’s shoulder. Tony wrapped his arm around Peter’s wide shoulders and pulled him close.

Getting his phone out of his pocket took a bit of maneuvering, but he finally did and fucked around with it until the camera was facing them. “Be extra cute, Petey,” Tony said, his voice soft as he lifted the camera above them. Wrapping Peter up and turning his head, Tony snapped a few shots – his thumb hitting the button over and over again.

Greedy hands took his phone from him before Tony could swipe through the different pictures he’d taken. It was all well and good – he and Peter both looked amazing in any pictures they ever took of each other or together. The prints from their wedding they decided to have put up a couple of days ago were proof of that.

A soft rush of air leaving Peter’s lips had Tony looking over, his eyes softening when he saw the picture that Peter was looking at. Tony’s lips were spread in a smile against Peter’s forehead. Peter’s eyes were closed and the expression on his face was absolutely blissful. His hand was on Tony’s cheek where the gleaming wedding ring was abundantly obvious. The natural way they fit together came through in the picture – there was no deny it.

“Put that one up. Force those shitty people to see just how good we are together.”

The vibration in his pocket a little while later had him pulling his phone out. Grinning when he saw the @PeteParkerStark Instagram notification and quickly went about pulling the post up. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh when he saw it – the little reminders of why Peter Parker Stark was his husband never failed to blow him away.

There, under the picture they’d just taken, was a caption that read – ‘fuck ‘em <3’.

#starker #ironspider #ask prompts #bobbie writes #i'll get you up on your feet

[randomsmilingpotatoes]

Things TJ and Cyrus Do As Boyfriends

(just random cute things that are probably all [entirely unintentionally] inspired by fanfics but i wanted to make a list lol)

watch literally any genre of movie from romances to documentaries and actions to comedies

play video games; they’re both good at different games so they surprise each other with their skills and thrash the other one before teaching each other how to improve

have cute picnic dates in the park where they alternate between who prepares the food and surprises the other with their spread

study dates where cyrus has to force tj to focus but sometimes he gives in and they get distracted kissing and talking

cyrus takes tj clothes shopping to help him buy a nice shirt

tj takes cyrus to the museum to watch him be cute and look at dinosaurs but it ends up being cyrus watching tj be cute and look at everything because he becomes fascinated with the history

so tj ends up taking cyrus to an aquarium so he can watch him be cute and look at fish and buy him something from the gift shop

double dates with buffy and marty

always cheering on buffy’s team together

walking through the park together when tj randomly picks up cyrus and runs to make cyrus squeal with excitement

tj goes to a big jewish family event and cyrus is worried about officially introducing him as his boyfriend but tj is so charming that it goes really well and they invite tj to everything after that and ask cyrus about him all the time

tj discovers that andi and buffy started referring to them as tyrus and starts saying it all the time himself

making faces at each other across the room in class and then tj does a flirty wink and cyrus goes red but smiles and raises one eyebrow which gets tj told off by the teacher for grinning too much in class

they both pretend to forget their anniversary but then it turns out have both planned elaborate surprises

cyrus isn’t too keen on going to the beach but tj encourages him and it ends up being one of their favourite dates ever

they make sure to do couples costumes at every opportunity from now on except they get ready together so that no kira incident happens again

prom comes up in high school and cyrus doesn’t think tj would feel comfortable going with him but then tj does one of the cheesiest but cutest promposals ever

tj comes to pick him up on the night and they have a typical cinderella moment where tj gets a little choked up seeing cyrus in a suit even tho he has multiple times before

cyrus gets extremely stressed before going to tj’s house for dinner with his family the first time but tj holds him and reassures him and cyrus ends up having heaps of fun though he still relays everything to andi and buffy afterwards to make sure he didn’t embarrass himself too much and can actually go again

cyrus stopping in to tj’s work and joining in sometimes as a student with the kids and sometimes as the worker with tj

cyrus, tj and buffy trio hanging out

tj becoming so comfortable with his sexuality and proud of his relationship that even homophobes have nothing to say to them

cyrus discovering that tj has nothing but rap music on his phone so he starts sending him a variety songs to listen to and tj downloads them all and listens to them constantly

as a result of this, he decides they will have an impromptu dance party in which they dance and laugh their heads off like the adorable idiots they are

everywhere they go, cyrus knows exactly what he will order but tj makes a point of trying something new every time to the point that he starts having the most random customized orders; as a result cyrus doesn’t know if he’s more embarrassed or more in love

cyrus finds it weird that tj suddenly becomes close with andi but it turns out shes helping him make a gift for cyrus in andi shack

after this tho they hang out all the time and cyrus ends up receiving a lot of bracelets which he in turn goes and makes for tj as well

cyrus comes up behind tj and knocks his basketball from under his arm every time he meets him at the basketball court. tj starts to expect this but doesnt stop him bc he finds it so cute that cyrus gets so proud of himself every time; instead he teasingly chases after him and hugs him from behind before stealing his ball back with a loving grin

they forget to take photos together half the time because they have so much fun but every single photo they take becomes a new favourite that they both look at all the time

sometimes they just lie together talking about everything and they completely lose track of time because it’s just pure bliss

whenever they watch something on the tv tj purposely does the whole yawning-and-putting-an-arm-around-cyrus thing and cyrus just smiles and nestles into position with his head on tj’s chest and tj kisses cyrus softly on the head before hitting play

theyre just so cute i could go on forever

#sorry if this has been done lol #tyrus #tj and cyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #tyrus fluff #andi mack

[groovesnjams]

gr_OOves ‘n j A_ms       S // O // T // Y 2o2o

nO. 34/50

“forget me too” by Machine Gun Kelly ft. Halsey

DV:

About a minute into “forget me too”, Halsey charges into the song and the whole thing deforms around her, like light bending as it nears a black hole. She continues to be the current best feature running, able to elevate any song into a range between memorable to classic. “forget me too” is the latter, an homage to the kind of punk songs that my friends used to describe as “not real punk” during the authenticity battles of my teens. They would have hated this back then, and I would have done an absolutely terrible job defending it. I’m not sure I can actually do better now, except to say that Halsey has chemistry with even the cheesiest of productions and this one does a better job than many. Machine Gun Kelly’s pop punk phase is fun, but arguably a little too tongue in cheek - but when Halsey barrels through with an overdriven vocal, “forget me too” suddenly gains some actual stakes. She’s able to make a line like “It’s an emotional kaleidoscope” sound real; Machine Gun Kelly’s obviously outmatched, but he barely sings another line without her for the rest of the song. Sometimes the key to a great duet is just knowing who needs to take the lead.

MG:

All of the (currently) minor scandals they’re embroiled in still feel a little too warm to explain in detail but in a decade, maybe two, I demand an oral history of the social web that (I think) includes Halsey, the Paul brothers, Bella Thorne, Tana Mongeau, blackbear, Machine Gun Kelly, G-Eazy, Ashley Benson, and the D’Amelio sisters. It’s such a ratking of social media platforms, evolving ideas of gender and sexuality, drugs, entitlement, bad behavior, youth, and being constantly in public and constantly performing. You may wonder why I, a childless adult woman, am concerned with the unscripted soap operas that function like manifest destiny for people half my age but I’ve always been a celebrity gossip. And my heyday was the era of Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan and the Olsen Twins and Britney Spears (and their adjacent and worthless male counterparts that, yes, I can name but, no, I will not name.) For over a decade I’ve watched the slow march of evolution as shit like Instagram displaced pap walks and infamy seekers skittered like cockroaches to the dark corners of burgeoning apps. The ecosystem never changes but the way we get the things we need from that ecosystem will always be challenged and uprooted and rearranged. Is “forget me too” the anthem of this loose group of derelicts and provocateurs? No, lol, that’s “Hot Girl Bummer” but even I have a line and “Hot Girl Bummer” is way fucking on the other side of that line. So, then, “forget me too” is better described as an entry point for anyone interested in The Kids. It’s not as aggressively upsetting as the worst of what they love but it will definitely grate and nauseate, as it should. And if you’re An Old, well, see above, because “forget me too” is something of a nostalgia trip no matter how you approach it.

#gnjsoty2k20 #machine gun kelly #halsey #forget me too

[wlw-for-elliot]

Could I Get Your Number? (Part 1)

Pairing: Vanya X Reader

Requested By: @redbullchick

Summary: You’re Leonard’s sister, and Vanya- despite loving you with her whole heart- doesn’t know this.

Word Count: 935

Warnings: This is most likely gonna be a three parter because I’m a headass and have finals this weeks rip

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   ‘It’s too fucking cold to have rehearsal’, Vanya thought, pulling her black coat around her tighter in an effort to preserve some warmth. The short woman scurried through the streets in an effort to get to the small coffee shop quicker. She already had the exact amount of money that her regular order would cost ($3.75), and despite knowing exactly what she wanted, she still repeated the order in her head- all the way up to the register. After letting out a somewhat cohesive hello and what she wanted she stuck out her hand that held the money in it- getting an odd flashback of Grace teaching her about goods and services (“money can be exchanged for many violins, Vanya”). The barista’s lips moved, but Vanya couldn’t hear what she was saying.

   “Pardon?”

   “Sorry, that will be $4.00” Vanya could feel the words on her tongue, ‘but it was only three seventy five last week!’ she would argue, but at the end of the day, she would still have to pay four dollars. Sighing, she reached into her wallet to get out 25 cents before-

   “It’s fine, I’ll pay for it,” a shiny card made a light tap sound as it was slid into the chip reader on the register, a tone of satisfaction playing when it was approved.

   “Oh, no, you really don’t- uh- you really don’t have to-” Vany muttered, trying to pick up a couple of coins from the counter, before facing the person who payed for her coffee. Vanya wasn’t sure who she was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t an extremely attractive woman in her late twenties that smiled like the literal embodiment of the sun.

   “I told you, It’s cool! Here, would you like to come sit with me?” You asked, sticking your hands in your coat pockets, which Vanya now realized hugged you perfectly, “Aren’t you going to bring your coffee?” You pointed to the mug on the counter, a napkin with Vanya’s name next to it, chuckling. ‘Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit’ Vanya’s brain recited like a shitty song, even though it had no melody, as Vanya picked up her mug and retreated to corner booth where you were sat with you stuff. Notebooks and a laptop were thrown across it, but by the way your hands were rummaging through the table, you were trying to make space.

   “I’m (Y/n), by the way,”

   “Vanya”

   “Vanya? Pretty name for a pretty girl,” and despite it being probably the cheesiest thing ever said in the history of man (and the worst pick up line), Vanya giggled, before slapping a hand over her mouth. You laughed lightly back, clicked on your laptop keypad a few times before taking a sip of your drink. Vanya decided that this is probably where someone would start a conversation.

   “What are you working on?” She asked, thumbing the edge of her mug, than bringing it up to her lips.

   “Oh, I have to start an assessment of how much a VFX team would cost for this new movie that’s coming out in a couple of years,” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing before typing on the number section of the keyboard,

   “What’s it called?”

   “Don’t think I’m allowed to tell you, hun” You sent her a smile, which sent Vanya’s heart racing a mile a minute, “But as long as you don’t tell anyone…” You looked around jokingly before leaning in to whisper in her ear. ‘Was it always this hot in here?’ Vanya thought, “It’s a Marvel movie- big VFX budget,”

   “Sounds exciting, are you- uh- artistic?”

   “Yeah, I’m the lead VFX artist, and they wanted me to give them a solid number before hiring my team, so I’m trying to crunch the number within these next couple weeks,”

   “Are you the only artist in your family?”

   “Nah, my brother did woodwork- and uh, so did my dad,” You coughed at the last part, so Vanya decided not to talk about it.

   The area you two resided in got comfy as you talked and worked. Vanya occasionally proof reading some of your numbers (“it’s always good to get a second set of eyes” you would say). When Vanya felt her phone ring in her pocket, she felt her heart drop.

   “I’ve- uh- gotta take this,”

   “No problem-o” You said, looking at your screen. Vanya checked the caller ID, and pressed answer when she read Allison’s name, “Hey V, where are you? We were supposed to get dinner,”

   Oh shit.

   “Sorry, Allison. I’m- uh at the coffee shop on 3rd, with a-” She glance back at you. You looked adorable when you were concentrated, completely ignoring your leg that was bouncing up and down after finishing your third coffee, “- with a friend”

   “Wasn’t aware you had friends”

   “Ouch, ok”

   “Are you sure it’s not… a date Vanya? I don’t want…” Vanya immediately knew what her sister was talking about. Leonard had happened so long ago though. Vanya took time to analyze, and knew that her feelings for him were just out of desperation to be loved (well, her therapist told her that).

   “I- No. This isn’t a date… We’re just hanging out… I’ll see you in ten, bye” She didn’t give her a chance to respond before clicking the red end button, pocketing her phone, and rubbing her eyes.

   “Is something wrong?” You asked, wiping away a foam mustache and sending her a concerned looked. Vanya’s mouth felt dry

   “Oh, no- I just forgot that i have to meet my sister… thank you for the coffee,”

   Vanya stopped herself just as she was leaving,

   “Actually, could I get your number?”

#vanya #vanya hargreeves #vanya hargreeves x reader #vanya x reader #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy fanfic #the umbrella academy imagines #the umbrella academy x reader #the umbrella academy fic #tua fanfic #tua x reader #tua imagines #tua fluff #tua imagine #the umbrella academy fluff

[idiopath-fic-smile]

5 conversations had around w.a.r.-era enjolras’s family dinner table, part one

"So, how was your first day of school?" asked Mom.

Enjolras swallowed a mouthful of sweet potatoes and frowned.

"How hard is it to pass the GED?" he said. "Because I think if I studied—"

"That bad?"

"I did pick him up from detention today," said Dad gently, cutting his asparagus.

They hadn't talked about it much on the way home, but Enjolras had known this conversation was coming, and he'd spent most of the ride trying to map out how he'd explain his first-ever detention to his parents, how he'd tell the story and argue his points and hopefully minimize the part where he threw a shoe.

He hadn't thrown it at anybody, he'd just thrown it. He couldn't really explain.

"I got into a fight with my teacher about transgender rights," he said. "He tried to tell me there were no trans kids in our school, and that if there were, any accommodation for their safety was 'special treatment'—"

Mom put down her fork. "What subject does he teach?"

"U.S. History," said Enjolras, and then at her face, "I know."

"Crying out loud," she muttered. 

Enjolras saw his window. "Please," he said. "My whole day was like that. People saying hateful things with no consequences whatsoever. I literally didn't meet a single person who acted like they would even consider wanting to be my friend. I am so, so unhappy here, so why can't I just take the GED and—"

"How many kids go to CHS?" said Dad.

"Twenty-four hundred," said Enjolras sourly.

"And you can already tell that none of them want to be friends? Doesn't that feel like a little bit of unfair generalizing?" 

"But the majority—" Enjolras started.

"The majority of voters picked George W. Bush," said Mom. Enjolras opened his mouth to bring up Gore and the electoral college and she added, "Would you want someone saying that not a single American—"

"Every single kid I saw today," said Enjolras. "The vast, vast majority. Ninety nine percent.”

"But oh, that other one percent," said Dad. He smiled, trying to make Enjolras laugh. It wasn't going to work.

"One percent," Enjolras said, struggling to channel all of his wild, flashing frustration into that single number. "One, dad."

"Okay," said Mom, "let's assume it is one percent," and Enjolras tensed because he knew from long experience that when she started out by agreeing with part of his point, it usually ended with her winning the argument. "One percent of 2400 is twenty-four," she said. "Honey, that's twenty-four people who want to be your friend. I want you to think about those twenty-four kids for a second. You’ve admitted they exist. Think about the kind of people they probably are. What do you think it’s been like for them, going to this school for years?”

“An unending nightmare,” he conceded. It wasn’t as though he didn’t know that others had it worse. He still felt like he had the right to—

“Don’t you think,” she said, “they could use a friend like you? Don’t you think they would all love to know someone so kind and smart and brave? Don’t you think you could make their lives easier just by being you, and being completely unafraid to stand up for what’s right?”

Enjolras frowned. Talking back to Mr. Walker hadn’t felt like bravery. It hadn’t even felt like a decision. He couldn’t imagine not doing it; his mind couldn’t bend that far. It was literally harder to picture than it was to dream up a future in which Enjolras managed to somehow make friends. Still. He hated how quickly she could shut him down. He knew—he knew!—he was right, but he had to watch her pull ahead on her superior arguing skills.

“You want to make a difference,” she added. “Don’t you think this could be a place to start?”

“You didn’t force me to move and change schools so I could help people,” he said waspishly.

Dad sighed. “No, bud. We moved because the economy’s in a slump right now and we had to go where the jobs were.”

Enjolras had gotten multiple versions of this talk already. He understood on some level it was true, and he wished he wasn’t still angry—it made him feel like such a cliché, such a child—but he was.

“We have to make new friends, too,” said Dad.

“That’s easy for you,” Enjolras muttered. “You two have social skills.”

Mom tapped her chin, mock-thoughtful. “Gosh, if only there was someplace you could practice, where you’d be surrounded by people your age—“

“Where 99% of them don’t want to know me,” Enjolras reminded her.

“Then they’re idiots,” she said, so definitively that he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. “Which means their opinions don’t matter, which makes them the perfect people to practice on, so when you do find someone you want to befriend—“

“Meeting people is always hard,” said Dad. “Your mom is joining a Jazzercise group and she doesn’t even like aerobics.”

Enjolras immersed himself in cutting the rest of his asparagus into even pieces. He wasn’t ready to give up being mad, but they made it unfairly difficult.

“They play the cheesiest songs,” she said. “For crying out loud, how hard is it to get some Bonnie Raitt in there?”

“Hey,” said Dad. “Want to catch a movie this weekend?”

“Let me check my schedule,” Enjolras said, and then immediately regretted his sarcasm. “What’s the word for a seventeen-year-old whose best friends are his parents?”

“You mean, a guy with the coolest parents imaginable?” said Dad.

“Don’t hide your light under a bushel,” said Mom.

“I promise you, that’s not what I’m doing,” Enjolras told her. More like burning all his fuel at once, the night exactly as dark as it was before.

Mom and Dad exchanged a look. 

“You’ll find one of those twenty-four by the end of the year,” said Dad. “Faster if you go out of your way to look for them.”

“And you won’t even have to put on a leotard and grapevine to bad country,” said Mom.

A month later, Enjolras noticed that the loud, chatty kid who sat next to him in Pre-Calc quoting from an SNL sketch where George W Bush came off appropriately buffoonish, and after rehearsing an opening line four times in his head, Enjolras managed to start a conversation without sounding like too much like an old person trying to go undercover as a teenager.

“Hey,” said the guy, with infinite grace. “Yeah, Will Ferrell’s hilarious. Really captures the dead-eyed squint.” And, “Are you reading A People’s History of America? Badass.” And, “What do you think of chapter seven?” And, “Are you sitting with anyone at lunch yet? Because there’s some people you have got to meet, okay.”

And, “Oh yeah, my name’s Courfeyrac, in case you don’t remember, which is fair.”

So in the end, Enjolras would have to concede that Mom won the argument anyway. He didn’t exactly mind.

#in which enjolras's parents and whole relationship with said parents is so transparently cribbed from my real life it's embarrassing

[elle-christine]

Lovey Dovey Questions:

Reverting to my happy little Tumblr days; blogging away with my 16 year-old wistful intentions but now I’m married and all kinds of in lurrrrv.  How did you meet? 
My roommate and I got invited to a Young Adults Potluck/game night at our Church. We only knew one person there, but before we got there my roommate kept telling me “you’re about to meet your husband. I can’t believe we’re going to go to this tonight and you’re going to meet your husband.” But the majority of the night we sat in the corner with our one friend a bunch of girls and were planning on leaving to go to get food. I thought “I’m not meeting my husband here...”. But then we played a group game and I noticed him from across the room, and he noticed me. And the rest is history. How did he ask you to be his?

 We met up at the union on campus to talk, we had just told each other the night before that we had feelings for one another. We walked to the parking garage together and he kept making comments about “us”. So I asked him in the garage--what exactly is “us”. And then we made a logical and rational decision to date. Your first memory with them: Going to a restaurant after the game night, thinking he was cute but so serious and probably too cool for me. And thinking that he would make a good husband to someone someday. Why is your relationship different from others you have had? I was ready, he was ready. We had both taken a few years off from dating to determine what we should be looking for in a partner and to grow as humans on our own. We have a strong dedication to communication and intentionality. Ten things you like about them.
 1. His passionate pursuit of Jesus. 2. His intentional pursuit of our marriage. 3. His ability to be goofy, relaxed, and silly with me but be mature, serious, and polished in public. 4. He’s a great listener and a strong conversationalist. 5. His depth and intelligence. 6. His love of black coffee, the sun and water, minimalism, sustainability. 7. His gentleness and emotional availability. 8. His tender heart and natural kindness. 9. His respect for me. 10. His ability to lead well. How often do you see each other?
 In the morning when we wake up and at night before we go to bed. No matter how crazy and busy our lives get, getting to do that is such a blessing. 

1: Do you have a crush at the moment? on someone who can’t ghost me; 10/10 recommend.  2: Have you ever been deeply in love? currently a deeply in love lady. 3: Longest relationship you’ve ever been in? 23 months tomorrow.  4: Have you ever changed for someone? Ironically, I changed more for the ones I didn’t actually date; tried to change to get them and clearly it didn’t work. 0/10 not recommended.  5: How is your relationship with your ex? One is friendly and two are non-existent.  6: Have you ever been cheated on? I don’t have proof but I believe there was a little somethin somethin going down behind my back. 7: Have you ever cheated? No. 8: Would you date someone who’s well known for cheating? no longer an option, but I think I would really struggle with that.  9: What’s the most important parts of a relationship? An ability to communicate, to be partners and to balance one another out, to complement each others strengths and weaknesses.   10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? I like being married. 11: When you are dating someone do you believe in going on “breaks”? Nahhhhhhhh 13: What’s one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship? Being in relationships before I was confident/comfortable with who I was, and having relationships that were not Christ-centered and wondering why they weren’t working. 14: What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex? I think the fact that this says “kids” is clear that the answer is never.  15: Do you believe in the phrase “age is just a number”? In some sense, yes. But cultural/generational things will play an impact.  16: Do you believe in “love at first sight”? No; I think love is a choice and something to work at.  17: Do you believe it’s possible to fall in love on the internet? In some situations, sure; however again I think it takes communication and work.  18: What do you consider a deal breaker? Not knowing and following the Lord. Unequally yoked is a thing.  19: How do you know it’s time to end a relationship? If there are clear signs that a future is not going to happen, it’s likely that it will be more painful later on.  20: Are you currently in a relationship? Indeed.  21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends? Honestly, no. I think you can remain cordial and friendly, but I don’t think it’s healthy or fair to continue a close friendship.  22: Do you think people should date their friends? Yes; I think friendship can have a solid foundation for a strong relationship.  23: How many relationships have you had? truthfully one that matters.  24: Do you think love can last forever? yes 25: Do you believe love can conquer all things? love and the Lord.  26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn’t approve of? It would depend on the basis for disapproval. If there were genuine concern for safety, red flags I wasn’t seeing, if I was in danger, than yes. Thankfully, my mom more than approves of Alex.  27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be? Wait wait wait; be patient and focus more on yourself, guard your heart more.  28: Do you think long distance relationships can work? They can, but they take a LOT of intentionality and work; and need to have a resolution in sight.  29: What do you notice first about another person? Probably height, and overall demeanor (calm, loud, etc.) 30: Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual? straight. 31: Would it bother you if your partner suffered from any mental illness? no, but I am thankful that he doesn’t because I do, and I appreciate the balance.  32: Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? in some sense.  33: Do you want to get married one day? I am! 34: What do you think about getting your partner’s name tattooed? That’s a no from me dawg. 35: Could you be in a relationship without sex? I’m thankful that I’m not, but till death do us part and if sex was no longer an option for us--we would be just fine.  36: Are you still a virgin? I am a married lady.  37: What’s more important: Looks or personality? looks will not last forever. Personality and a desire to be a good steward of your body.  38: Do you enjoy love films? I’m not a big movie person tbh  39: Have you ever given anyone/received roses? Alex occasionally surprises me with them which is rad.  40: Have you ever had a valentine? Only one that counts! 41: What’s your imagination of a “perfect date”? Going to the beach, eating sushi, watching the sunset (or rise; but switch the sushi for coffee), worship music and reading together.  43: What’s more important: Your partner or your friends? Husband is first.  44: Would you consider yourself “romantic”? I like ironic romance; cute gestures that purposely meant to be cheesy.  45: Could you imagine to date one of your current friends? I am married to my favorite friend. 46: Have you ever been “friendzoned”? honestly...no.  48: What’s your favorite love song? oh gosh, want me to make a whole damn list About Him.

Name? Alex Age? 31 When did you two begin dating? March 2018

What do you think of him? He’s okay...I guess. What does he think of you? Probably that I’m weird and kind of smell. Who asked who out first? I believe he did after some strong hinting from me. Did you like him before he asked you? I was intrigued but also guarded.  How old were you two? 25 and 29 What did you think of it at first? After about 5 minutes I was concerned he was “like, actually weird”. But by the end of the night I felt like I had just met a future best friend. Has it been a good relationship so far? Indeed.  Cutest thing he’s ever done? Goodness; surprising me with the cheesiest gift set-up when I woke up on Valentines Day morning. Bringing me a rose with the medicine he picked up for me when I was sick. Making me a handmade birthday card. Setting up a table with our pictures and couples Christmas gifts for when I came back from the holidays.  Do you have a “song”? “God Be” By Chris Renzema What was your most memorable experience? Getting married. And all that went into that decision, proces, etc.  When is your actual anniversary? Well...3/24/18, but also 7/14/19, and 11/12/19, and maybe 8/8/2020.  Do you guys tell each other everything? every.thing. Probably too much. Marriage.  What’s your favorite thing to do together? read and pray. drink coffee. go for hikes/walks. Find tiny cabins in the middle of nowhere and hole up for a weekend doing married people things.  Most fun date you two have been on? This past valentines we ate too much sushi and had a movie night with wine and donuts. Last summer we went to a leadership conference, the zoo, walked around Royal Oak, and got dinner with my family. Or our mini-honeymoon; the beach, staying at a B&B, sushi for dinner, wine and exchanging vows alone. How did ya’ll first kiss? We had planned on not kissing for a month but we were eating hummus and watching Miracle and decided to make it happen.  What does he call you? We’re pretty exclusively on “babe” Has anyone ever seriously proposed to you? And it worked. 

#personal #me #love #relationship