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the christmas party, louis wain

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I can’t I just wanna cuddle with him so bad ☹️

if i dont become his girl by the end of the year im packing my bags and leaving to another planet where he will be my man.

because why dose he have to be so adorable and cute? hes like a big cuddly lion teddy bear that i wanna cuddle all the time. 80s james will always and forever be my favourite. he has my heart <3

Early 80s James is literally asking for cuddles. And the lion teddy thing... god, that is so true

You and him are sitting on a couch, watching some movie on TV while the rest of the band went to sleep already.

You're fighting your eyelids and your head lulls a little to the side a when you let your eyes close just a bit too long.

James, that's pretty much equally tired, notices you falling asleep while sitting next to him.

"Hey..." He murmurs and pokes your arm.

You shake your head and look at him while rubbing your tired eye.

James puts his hands on your waist, "c'mere..." he softly groans as he pulls you close to him and wraps his arms around you, hugging you close to him.

You put your head on his shoulder and slowly wrap your arms around him the best you can.

He leans his head against yours and gently rubs your back.

"You comfy?" James asks you in a sleepy tone.

"mhm.." you hum out and nuzzle your cheek on his shoulder as if trying to get closer to him.

You relax in his warm embrace and slowly fall asleep in his arms. He places a little kiss on your head and shortly after falls asleep too.

i hope this is okay, i'm so rusty if it comes to writing,,

Is 80s james too much to ask for 🙁

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Nuzzling up into Eddie’s neck to hide away from the day. He’s sitting on his favorite cushy chair in the living room with a blanket across his lap, legs spread on the recliner. You make your way to him, wordlessly climbing over his body to make yourself at home. He doesn’t need to know the specifics, he could sense the stress on your back as soon as you’d walked through the door.

His chest is a welcome reprieve, and you tug at the collar of his soft flannel to gain better access to him. He pulls you in closer, placing his hands on your back to offer more support, tracing and soothing your skin. You nose your way into his neck - musky and slightly woody, the faded scent of his cologne barely lingers at the end of the day. You feel a strong hand move up and grab a section of your hair, just to hold on to it. He does end up gently pulling at it every few minutes, absentmindedly.

Burrowing your nose in to him harder, you move your head back and forth, passing his scruff along the way, and quietly let out a soft moan. He sighs in contentment, pleased to know his warmth and presence brought you so much peace.

He dips his lips to the shell of your ear, before first giving it a small kiss, “you wanna talk about anything?” “No…it’s okay, baby. Just needed this. Needed you,” you answer with your lips grazing his skin.

He pulls at the blanket on his waist and brings it around to cover you, “whatever you need, babygirl. I’ve always got you.”

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Just got the $5.98 E.P. on vinyl!!! Listened to it and fucking loved it. Highly recommend

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Hey Jealousy

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 684

Warnings: Jealous pouty James

The after party for the award show was well underway. James left to use the restroom, and I found myself talking to Duff from Guns 'N Roses. He’s a nice guy and we’ve bonded over the few times we met over cute dogs. 

Duff was in the middle of gushing about his girlfriend who was unable to attend when I felt a pair of eyes on us. I glanced around the room and my eyes landed on James. It was hard to read his expression from here. 

“It was really good chatting with you, Duff. I’ll see you around.” I smiled at him. He smiled back and gave me a quick hug. When I turned to find James again he was gone. 

“What the hell, where’d he go?” I mumbled to myself as I began searching for him. 

James and I met in the late 80’s, it was like something out of a fairy tail, we both fell hard and fast. All these years later and I’m still absolutely crazy about him, I don’t think there is anybody else out there for me. 

I finally found him, he was sitting outside in a garden-like area. 

“Is this spot taken?” I asked. He glanced up at me, his brow was furrowed. He went back to looking ahead of him and mumbled out. 

“No.” 

My heart sank, I sat next to him. 

“What’s going on?” I asked him. 

“You looked real cozy with Duff.” James said, his voice low. My brow furrowed in confusion. 

“Are you jealous?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. “James, look at me.” I said. He slowly turned his head, his gaze meeting mine. “If you’d have come over, you would’ve heard Duff gushing about his girlfriend he’s getting ready to propose to.” I said with a soft grin. James looked down and wrung his hands together. I reached over grabbing one, interlocking our fingers. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about, James. I’m just as crazy about you as the day we met. You should be more trusting of me, of us. I would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship.” I told him in a soft yet stern voice so he knew I wasn’t just saying that to say it. “I love you.” I said and he looked back up into my eyes. He finally cracked a ghost of a smile. 

“I know, and I love you too. I just worry sometimes, you’re far too good for me. I’m afraid you’ll realize that and find someone else.” He shared his thoughts with me. I placed a hand on his face. 

“I won’t find anyone else because I’m not looking. You make me so happy, I feel so valued and loved. I’m not too good for you, we’re both good for each other. I wouldn’t put my time and energy into this relationship if I didn’t feel that way.” I said. James' eyes began to soften as I hoped the words I said were penetrating his heart. 

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. 

“Don’t be, love. Your feelings are valid, you’re allowed to feel them, just come to me when you do feel that way and I’ll be there to reassure you I’m not going anywhere.” I smiled. I cupped his face and dipped his head down so I could place a kiss on his forehead. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug as he buried his head in my shoulder. I held him tightly. 

“I’ll do better to trust you more.” He murmured. I rubbed his back in response. We remained in our embrace a while before we pulled away. 

“Do you want to go back in, or home?” I asked as I caressed his hand with my thumb. 

“Home, I’m ready to just relax and snuggle with you.” James said. I giggled. 

“Sounds like a plan.” I smiled. He smiled back at me and leaned in for a sweet kiss. 

James is my rock, my solid foundation in life. I’ll spend the remainder of my years proving I can be the same for him.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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Hi<3 I was wondering if you could make soft dally x Fem! reader that has adhd and they can’t focus or sleep at night . And she overthinks a lot headcanons

So, when Dallas first met you honestly he thought you were a little annoying

That’s just who he is though, honestly he finds everyone annoying at first

But when he realized the gang loved you, he knew you weren’t going anywhere and he learned to love your quirks

You have a lot of little things you do, like rubbing your hands together, bouncing your knee, biting your nails.

If he notices you doing these things, he’ll try to get you to stop, putting his hand on your knee, or holding your hands

“Hey, calm down your fine sweetheart.”

Dallas will never admit it, but he honestly loves a good cuddle

Especially if he’s really tired or drunk

But, sometimes you are just too hyper to provide these things for him, even if it’s 1 AM and you two have spend the whole night partying.

“And then this guy-“

“Doll, I know you’re real hyper right now, but I’ve gotta sleep. Just come over here I wanna hold ya.”

Eventually you give in and spend the rest of the night in his arms.

He learned to notice when your eyes drift away from his while he’s talking.

To him- this just means you need to be brought down to earth

He does this in two ways, either just kissing you out of nowhere, or starts to talk about crazy shit so when you finally get out of it, you start laughing and are super confused

He knows that you overthink a lot.

Especially about your relationship with him

He knows his reputation, and how it gets to you sometimes

“Do you love me Dal?”

“Doll, why are you even askin’ me that?”

“I don’t know”

“Of course I love you, you fuckin idiot”

His terms of endearment for you range a lot.

Either it’s very sweet like honey, baby doll, doll, etc.

OR

It’s idiot, pinhead, kid.

You find both cute.

All in all, y’all are pretty cute and kinda goals

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Things I do as a writer:

Not write

Daydream

Cry over fictional characters

Complain about my book not writing itself

Wait for inspiration

Write a sentence

Scroll through Pinterest

Delete a sentence

Daydream again

Not write

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cowboys and clouds are my comfort food

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Happy Christmas from me and my hundreds of books I got ‼️

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december……

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i just wanna say i love your writing it's masterful

could you do a sleepy/cuddles Sodapop x fem!reader for my poor lonely soul please and thank you<3

“You work too much.”

Pairing: Sodapop Curtis x fem! Reader

Summary: To support yourself, you work multiple jobs. Your boyfriend starts to notice the toll this takes on you.

Warnings: Overworking, established relationship

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words!! I’m so sorry this took me fucking forever, it got lost in my drafts but I found it!! I will never take this long

The phone rang as you hid away from the loud noise of the diner, tucked away in the corner. You had just worked a triple shift to be able to afford your rent this month, which you stupidly had put off for the last week.

“Hello?” A voice came through the line. Presumably Darry.

“Hey Darry, it’s Y/n. Is Soda there?” You said, being polite.

“Yeah I’ll get ‘im for you.” There was a pause. You twirled the cord around your finger, beginning to become anxious.

“Hey, Y/n. Everything okay?” Sodas voice said, softly.

“Yeah, I’m just tired and had a long day. Do you think you could pick me up? If not I totally get it-“

“Hey, it’s fine. I’ll be there in like 7 minutes.” He interrupted your nervous rant.

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay. Thank you so much.” You responded.

“Anything for my girl.” He said. You could picture his smile in your head.

“I love you, Soda.” You said, grateful for his presence in your life.

“Love you too, sweets.”

You put the phone back on the holder, and went to wait outside. It was a cold winter night, one you wished you could’ve enjoyed at home.

You left your home about 2 years ago when they weren’t supportive of you going to school. You had grew up in a strict household that unfortunately believed that women were worth less than men. Your family never took school seriously, and wanted to pull you out once you were 14. They believed that at that age, you were expected to start helping around the house, and start looking for a man to marry. But, over the years you really enjoyed school and wanted to pursue a life in academia. When you told your parents this, they kicked you out.

You moved a few towns over to Tulsa. You originally lived at Bucks, where you met Dallas. He wasn’t the nicest to you, but he eventually warmed up to you and even introduced you to the gang, where you met Soda. These boys seemed to understand your struggle of living alone and going to school. You finally felt like you had a group of people to support you, which you had never experienced before.

Suddenly you saw an old beat up car pull up, and a honk broke the sound of the crickets at night.

You hopped in the front seat, looking over to your boyfriend, who held a worried look.

“Hey sweets.” He said, grabbing your hand and kissing it.

“Hi.” You said, barely having enough energy to talk.

Sodapop took the message, and started to drive home. A comfortable silence wafted over to two of you as he drove back to his place. There was an unsaid agreement that you would be staying with him tonight.

On the way home, you fell asleep, lulled by the soft music playing and sodas humming.

Once you got to Sodas house, he woke you up, by picking you up bridal style and carrying you in.

Soda stepped in the doorway, to be greeted by Darry and Pony.

Darry looked up, “Hey, is she okay?” He questioned, worried for his brothers girlfriend. He really had grown attached to you, and was worried about you. He knew what it was like to have to work multiple jobs and take care of others.

Soda responded, “Yeah, she just needs to rest. Can she stay over tonight?”

“Of course, she can stay here whenever.” Darry responded, seeing you stir and start to wake up.

You woke up, at adjusted your eyes to peer upon Sodas chin, turned towards Darry.

“Hey, Thanks for letting me stay Dar.” You sleepily smiled, a blush on your cheeks from having Darry see Sodapop carrying you in.

“It’s always fine honey, you know that.” He walked back into the kitchen, leaving you and Soda alone.

He silently walked to his room, sitting you on his bed. He kneeled down onto one knee, taking your shoes off carefully. He stood back up, cupping your chin in his hand, and kissing your forehead.

“Do you want to change into something more comfortable?” He asked, making sure you were okay with it.

“Yeah.” You simply replied, causing him to get up and open his drawers, picking out a clean shirt for you to wear to bed.

He handed you the clothing, and you went to the bathroom to change.

“Jesus christ I’m tired.” you exclaimed, looking at your reflection in the mirror; noticing the dark circles acting as a shadow on your face.

You quickly changed, walking back to Sodas room. You were excited to finally get some rest. Tomorrow you weren't working, and school was out for the day. Finally a day to just relax.

As soon as you walked in, Soda took you into an embrace. You quickly melted in his arms, finally feeling like you could let go.

“Do you wanna go to bed?” He whispered.

You nodded into his chest, feeling him pick you up and place you on his bed. You got underneath the covers feeling at peace. You felt the bed dip beside you, and felt Sodas two arms pull you in, letting your head rest on his chest.

You didn’t really feel like talking, so you just held him tighter and kissed his exposed collarbone; a sign of your gratification. He dipped his head down, pulling you head up by his hand on your chin and kissed your lips softly, but filled with love.

“You work too much.” He whispered against you lips, kissing them quickly once again, “Maybe you should just live with us. You wouldn’t have to worry about rent and could focus on school.”

You looked up at him, ready to argue against his kindness, but decided against it. You were lucky you had this kind of support system.

“Thank you.” You whispered, kissing his jawline quickly, settling your head into his neck.

“I love you sweets.” He said as he rested his head back into the pillows.

“I love you too.” You responded back, in an instant.

You smiled, and rested your head against his chest again. He was so warm. Perfect for this cold winter night, and although you weren’t able to spend the whole night with him, you were forever grateful for these small moments before the both of you drift into sleep.

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“you belong to the lesbians. everyone else knows this understands it and accepts it. you’re probably really cute personality wise and you either look edgy or you look like you’re an actual goddess. if you’re a male then i can’t even tell you what it is, but you just have That Energy that lesbians love. maybe a little awkward very sweet never talks about women negatively. you’re perfect. literally i hope you never feel insecure because there are a billion lesbians in the audience crying over you headcanoning you as either a lesbian or warrior of the lesbians.”

Most of my friends are lesbian so this does make sense!

hey yo, just found this quiz that tells you how the audience would see you as a character

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I love the idea that Dallas loves to give gifts!! Instead of showing his emotions verbally, he finds it easier to show his emotions through something tangible. Gift giving allows him to do this! Your writing is so good and I LOVED this.

Dallas Winston x Reader: Christmas HCs/Oneshot

A/N: Hey! Thank you for the positive feedback on my first post the other day, every reblog, like, and follow was and is greatly appreciated <33 I am sososososo excited for christmas so here's some hcs with one of my favorite greasers.

This is an established relationship between Dallas and the reader! This is also for LATER on in the relationship. Like over a year, because it takes Dallas a while to get used to expressing himself in a relationship and to get used to pda.

Hope you enjoy! <3

Bullet Count: 21

Word Count: 609

No matter how tough of an exterior Dally puts up, he is still very forgetful.

He's the type of guy to 'get' you something and forget to take the price tag/sticker off.

"Dallas when did you get the money for this?"

"What money?"

He does not pay for ANYTHING.

You're like, the first person he looks for whenever he's 'buying' gifts.

But, BECAUSE of his tough reputation, if anyone ever bumps into him when he's looking he denies he's looking for presents.

He hates expressing himself, no matter how positive the expression is.

"No, I don't get people presents. That's stupid."

Whatever you say Dally!

ANYWAYS, after he gets you your present he's so proud of himself.

"Y/N is gonna love this."

Then... he has to wrap it. And if you read my last hcs post... this will not end well.

God, it is so bad. He tries to wrap it, and he's like 'huh, it isn't supposed to look like this.' and when he goes to fix it he would somehow end up RIPPING THE WRAPPING PAPER.

He could have left the wrapping paper he used on the present and just add some more on top to make it look better/smoother.

But NO he needed to disassemble and reassemble.

It's so bad. There are rips, some of the paint on the paper came off from him ripping the tape off, and you can literally see part of the present through the rips.

A tiny tiny part of him knows that it doesn't look good, but he is FAR too prideful to admit it.

He is so excited to give it to you. He didn't even know how Christmas presents even worked before the gang. He didn't have anyone to get him presents, and he didn't have anyone to buy any presents for either. It also took him a couple years to get used to the concept of buying and receiving presents even after the gang.

Not related but I think Darry really helped him get used the idea of giving/receiving presents by always being the first to get him something and making sure he felt included. Darry is just like that.

But yeah, he is so excited to give presents to someone besides the gang, ESPECIALLY his partner.

He is also SO impatient to get you to open it.

I am a FIRM believer of pda Dallas. He'd probably find you at the Curtis house on Christmas day and give you the present first.

"Hey doll, I got you a present." Dally says, wrapping one arm around Y/N and handing them the present with the other.

Y/N was in the kitchen making a cake with Darry. Darry smiled at the action knowing how long it took for Dallas to familiarize himself with Christmas and gift giving. "I'll go put this in the oven, thanks for the help Y/N." Darry says, picking up the cake batter and leaving the two be.

Y/N turns around and takes the present from Dally, smiling at the action. "C'mon Dally I said you didn't have to get me anything."

"Oh come on just open it up already." Dallas says giving Y/N a kiss on the cheek. Y/N looked down at the present and smiled even more, holding in a laugh. Dallas didn't catch on to the fact that Y/N was laughing at the horrid wrapping.

"Oh come on! Get a room! Where's the cake?" Soda yells, walking into the kitchen.

"It's in the oven!" Darry yells back.

Yeah, Dally is so <33

In conclusion, very excited, impatient, and very bad at wrapping.

Requests are open! :)

A/N: Likes, reblogs, and follows are very appreciated!

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talking abt music w people who don't listen to whole albums is so jarring . like girl what

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YES.

LORI IDEAS

Okay I literally just read dead man walking am im so in shock but have so many thoughts mainly about Lori.

This girl grows up to be an absolute musical genius. As a jazz musician myself, I would love to say she becomes a jazz pianist, defying the gender boundary in the genre. She was so good at piano, she got a scholarship to Juilliard jazz, being the best in her class. She worked with some of the greats, who were getting older and taught her wonders about the instrument. She often thinks back to her childhood when improvising, trying to convey the love she would see everyday between the adults around her. She credits buck and his wonderful out of tune piano for her interesting harmonies and ideas, due to the fact she had to learn everything she knew on an out of tune piano.

Sorry this was a total rant and I could not help myself.

ROSE OH MY GOD JUST YOU WAIT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

So Sylvia and Buck can both play the piano, Tim and Buck can both play guitar. Dallas can carry a tune pretty well, too. So little miss Lori grows up taking full advantage of the jukebox and her uncle’s guitar, setting up what she calls Merrill’s Karaoke Nights by the jukebox. Her name is Loretta, after all, just not Lynn.

I’m always around to talk about this au it’s literally my baby and I love it so much <3 but if you’re lookin’ for some more Sylvia/Tim fluff, check out It Takes A Village in my masterlist for where it all started :)

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MY GIRL. IM CRYING.

Also Buck got her into Zeppelin and Hendrix. She had a total hard rock phase. Tim thought it was lousy but her and her momma would dance around the kitchen strumming air gutairs and hitting air drums. Tim would watch his two girls from the corner smiling, how did he get roped into this?

LORI IDEAS

Okay I literally just read dead man walking am im so in shock but have so many thoughts mainly about Lori.

This girl grows up to be an absolute musical genius. As a jazz musician myself, I would love to say she becomes a jazz pianist, defying the gender boundary in the genre. She was so good at piano, she got a scholarship to Juilliard jazz, being the best in her class. She worked with some of the greats, who were getting older and taught her wonders about the instrument. She often thinks back to her childhood when improvising, trying to convey the love she would see everyday between the adults around her. She credits buck and his wonderful out of tune piano for her interesting harmonies and ideas, due to the fact she had to learn everything she knew on an out of tune piano.

Sorry this was a total rant and I could not help myself.

ROSE OH MY GOD JUST YOU WAIT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

So Sylvia and Buck can both play the piano, Tim and Buck can both play guitar. Dallas can carry a tune pretty well, too. So little miss Lori grows up taking full advantage of the jukebox and her uncle’s guitar, setting up what she calls Merrill’s Karaoke Nights by the jukebox. Her name is Loretta, after all, just not Lynn.

I’m always around to talk about this au it’s literally my baby and I love it so much <3 but if you’re lookin’ for some more Sylvia/Tim fluff, check out It Takes A Village in my masterlist for where it all started :)

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LOVE THE TAG and omg a little band are you kidding im dying. A cute family band I absolutely cannot rn.

LORI IDEAS

Okay I literally just read dead man walking am im so in shock but have so many thoughts mainly about Lori.

This girl grows up to be an absolute musical genius. As a jazz musician myself, I would love to say she becomes a jazz pianist, defying the gender boundary in the genre. She was so good at piano, she got a scholarship to Juilliard jazz, being the best in her class. She worked with some of the greats, who were getting older and taught her wonders about the instrument. She often thinks back to her childhood when improvising, trying to convey the love she would see everyday between the adults around her. She credits buck and his wonderful out of tune piano for her interesting harmonies and ideas, due to the fact she had to learn everything she knew on an out of tune piano.

Sorry this was a total rant and I could not help myself.

ROSE OH MY GOD JUST YOU WAIT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

So Sylvia and Buck can both play the piano, Tim and Buck can both play guitar. Dallas can carry a tune pretty well, too. So little miss Lori grows up taking full advantage of the jukebox and her uncle’s guitar, setting up what she calls Merrill’s Karaoke Nights by the jukebox. Her name is Loretta, after all, just not Lynn.

I’m always around to talk about this au it’s literally my baby and I love it so much <3 but if you’re lookin’ for some more Sylvia/Tim fluff, check out It Takes A Village in my masterlist for where it all started :)