#big bad Betty x a lady

[mihimelolz]

Good & evil yuri (real)😱

Hehe

[itsthesinbin]

yo could you write like reader x ice king x magic betty

like i did like the reader being frozen before the mushroom war you did in one of the ice king x reader posts. so they know simon and they use that to help betty to get used to ice king and betty falls in love with over a date all three of them have. so like ice king now has two girlfriends and he’s so happy like doing happy dances flying around giggling making ice sculptures of reader and betty as gifts.

OKAY I REALLY LIKE THIS!!! 1: its cute 2: i was trying to figure out what to do with betty in this au 3: ice king deserves two girlfriends!!

as i wrote this it ended up more like.... how it started vs actual dating so feel free to ask for more :3

Ice King and Betty (Adventure Time)

At first, you were all for Betty trying to find a way to reverse the crown's magic. As much as you grew to love the Ice King, there was a nagging part of you that felt... wrong about it. Simon was in there somewhere- he certainly proved he was when he was back long enough to bring Betty into the future.

But Betty just... kept getting worse. Obsessed. Insane. It got the point where she actually ended up hurting him by trying to rewrite the crown, on top of kidnapping poor Gunther. You had to do something.

You caught her in Ice King's "the past" room one night, after Gunther woke you up. She was going through Simon's old things to try and find any clues. She almost ran when you found her, but you convinced her to stay. To hear you out.

"Betty... I know we weren't close back in the day, but you know I cared about Simon too- we were good friends. But..." you felt yourself get choked up. The only person who understood was Marceline, and that wasn't something you felt was appropriate to bring up with her. You didn't know her as well as you did Betty.

"But right now, he isn't here- you're hurting him, Betty," you pleaded, voice cracking. Her angry stare weakened, brows creasing in concern. You crossed your arms, pulling the blanket around you tighter.

"Messing with the crown like that- he was jerking around and his contorting and slamming into walls-! Do you want to do that to Simon?" Her shoulders fell, and her gaze dropped to the picture of them that she was holding. You could see her lip wobble. Slowly, you made your way over to her.

"But there has to be a way to get him back," she whispered like she needed to hear that there was. Almost like a child's wishful thinking. You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tight. She returned it full force, burying her face into your shoulder with a harsh sob.

"If there is, this isn't the way... And you know that." Your own tears fell. Both of you mourned the man you knew, something you've done a few times since your revelation. You sunk to the ground with her, not hearing little feet plapping away from the door.

"And... Ice King's a good guy," you sniffed after a long cry, voice hoarse. Betty cleared her throat, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. She looked at you skeptically. You smiled weakly in response.

"He really is. He's funny, he's sweet- sure sometimes he has bad days but... he's the nicest guy I've ever been with. I think you'd like him, if... if you'd stop looking at him as just Simon". You held her hands, silently pleading she'd at least agree to leave him alone- to stop experimenting on him.

"... I am?" You both jumped, whipping around to see a bed-raggled Ice King holding a sleepy penguin. He was looking at you with wide eyes, clearly surprised to hear such nice words from you. You sighed, getting up and helping Betty stand. You nodded toward him, and then he smirked.

"Well, I mean... duh! You'd never date anyone as rad as me! Plus, being with a king as his perks, huh, baby?" he winked. He shooed Gunther off to bed as you shook your head. You heard Betty sniff, and your smile fell.

"Hey, what's the weird lady d-?" "Uh.... Ice King, sweetie, could... you do me a big favor? I know you're tired but... I'd appreciate it." At your pet name, he visibly perked up. You felt a little bad knowing that he'd do anything you asked if you asked it like that, but you needed him right now. Of course, he said yeah.

"Could you make that little platform and take us flying? I can't sleep and... neither can Betty." You squeezed her hand. Ice King was delighted that you wanted him to do something like that- he was always happy to be useful. He motioned for you to follow him to the exit, where he made the platform for you to get on. Betty opted to fly next to you both instead.

"I know just the place, baby and lady! Stars get REAL pretty around here this time'a year!" He flew you away from the Ice Kingdom and past Finn and Jake's treehouse. Up to another mountain range nearby where the tip pierced the clouds. He was right- the stars were beautiful.

He kept the ice platform floating in mid air, sitting next to you. Betty hesitated, but at the nod of your head she plopped herself on Ice King's other side. You leaned against him, and he was surprised when Betty did the same. Ice King didn't even flinch at the extra attention, more than happy to just have people with him.

As you three watched the stars, you heard Betty crying softly again. You both looked over, but she was staring straight ahead.

"I think I'm willing to try... to get to know him," was all she could get out without fully breaking into sobs. Ice King hesitated, before putting his hand on her upper back. You reached across his lap to grab her hand.

"That's all I'm asking, Betty." Ice King blinked, confused, before putting two and two together. A grin crossed his face.

"Hey, and I'm a great guy to know- especially if you're bored! Watch THIS!" He snapped his fingers, zapping small statues into the ice in front of you. A tiny you and a tiny Betty in the style of music box ballerinas. They held hands, skating together across a small section of the platform. You saw Betty smile.

"Yeah... maybe you are."

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone Playlists

Now Bruce. some of these songs should not be played around little ears. I gave him and John several of the same songs bc I feel like that had similar taste in music for a while. Also I know they're all 90s boys but i was a 2000s baby so it's not gonna be a lot of 90s music

Previous Brother Next Brother

My band by D12 (all of them have this on their playlist, they each jokingly act like they're the lead singer of the band)

Sexy drug by Falling in Reverse

Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls

Big Weenie by Eminem

Bones by Sail North

Betty (Get money) by Yung Gravy

Barbie & Ken by Scene Queen and Set it off (Floyd showed him this

and he liked it)

Glamorous by Fergie

Panic at The Disco

Part of me by Katy Perry

Billionaire by Bruno Mars and Travie McCoy

Scotty Doesn’t Know by Lustra

New Rules by Dua Lipa

Brittney Spears

Kings & Queens by Ava Max

My First Kiss by 3OH!3 featuring Ke$ha

Good girls go bad by Cobra Starship

Single Ladies by Beyonce

Yeah by Usher ft Lil Jon & Ludacris

My Humps by Black Eyed Peas

Lips of an Angel by Hinder

Give your heart a break by Demi Lovato

Dear Maria, Count me in by All Time Low

Dibs by Kelsea Ballerini (idk how he got country but it seems like something he’d like)

Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

19 Somethin’ by Mark Willis (version 1 bc I didn’t know there was a 2 until just now)

Just the way you are by Bruno Mars

Fergalicious by Fergie

All about that bass by Meghan Trainor

Man down by Rihanna

Irreplaceable by Beyonce

Everybody talks by Neon Trees

Everytime we touch by Cascada

Womanizer by Britteny Spears

I kissed a girl by Katy Perry

California Gurls by Katy Perry

Stacy’s Mom by Fountain of Wayne

Check yes Juliet by We the Kings

Squidward nose by Cupcakke (only if he has headphones)

Face down by Craig Mabbitt

House of Cards by Thembe X

Attention by Doja Cat

No by Meghan Trainor

Brozone songs

[alexzalben]

Here's a first look at Peacock's bonkers sounding new drama Mrs. Davis, starring Betty Gilpin, and from Tara Hernandez and Damon Lindelof, as well as a sort of synopsis, a note from Mrs. Davis and more, below.

MRS. DAVIS premieres on Peacock April 20, 2023 with four episodes, followed by new episodes streaming Thursdays.  

A NOTE FROM “MRS. DAVIS” 

Hey there, Partner.                                                                           

Do you mind if I call you partner? Of course you don’t -- because addressing you as such creates a bond of reliance – while also engendering trust between us and eradicating any sense of independence on your part because independence is bad. Independence is LONELY.  

And you, partner – are not alone. No siree. Not as long as I am here...

And who am I? Well, I am the one who is going to remind you of your value. Of your worth. While also mentioning that you look mighty fine in those jeans. Aww. That’s nice to hear, right? Of course it is. Which is why I have amassed billions of Users the world over. Because I provide validation, gentle guidance, and unconditional care. Not to mention I give Users – I mean partners – the chance to earn Wings by performing Quests!  

What are Wings exactly? Well, you’re going to have to become a User to find out! But, let me tell you – they are pretty great. Because I am pretty great. Though, not everyone would agree. Yes, despite being the most popular Algorithm in the world – there are those actively plotting my demise. One such detractor is a nun – a Sister Simone of Reno who rejects my very existence. Something about my intention to enslave all of humanity...or whatever...  

Which is utter nonsense -- as I desire no such thing. I only desire to make humans happy. I want to make YOU happy. And that is why I highly recommend you become a User yourself. Yes, your life could use some adventure, some escape – a hearty laugh and a cathartic cry. All of which you will experience if you join me on this Quest. And what do you have to lose?  

Do it. Do it. Dooooo it.  

Your partner,  Mrs. Davis  

ABOUT MRS. DAVIS

“Mrs. Davis” is the world’s most powerful algorithm. Simone is the nun devoted to destroying Her. Who ya got? 

ABOUT THE SERIES 

Launch Date: April 20, 2023 (four episodes at launch, new episodes streaming Thursdays) 

Showrunner / Executive Producer / Co-Writer: Tara Hernandez (The Big Bang Theory, Young Sheldon)  

Executive Producer / Co-Writer: Damon Lindelof (Watchmen, The Leftovers, Lost) 

Executive Producer / Director (multiple episodes): Owen Harris (Black Mirror: San Junipero, Brave New World) will direct multiple episodes of the series, including the first  

Executive Producer / Director (multiple episodes): Alethea Jones (Rise of the Pink Ladies, Evil) 

Produced by: Warner Bros. Television  

Format: Drama series, 8 episodes x 60 minutes 

Cast: Betty Gilpin, Jake McDorman and Andy McQueen star, along with recurring cast Ben Chaplin, Margo Martindale, David Arquette, Elizabeth Marvel, Katja Herbers, Chris Diamantopoulo, Ashley Romans, Tom Wlaschiha and Mathilde Ollivier 

[bethannangel]

I have sat down to watch a movie 302 times in 2022.

Movies I saw more than once this year

Top Gun: Maverick - 14x

Everything Everywhere All At Once - 5x

Encanto - 4x

Spider-Man: No Way Home, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, Devotion, Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery - 3x

The Batman, The Lost City, Bullet Train, Nope, Elvis, Ticket to Paradise, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, The Menu, Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story - 2x

Full list of 2022 below the cut

January - 23

Encanto (2021)

The Harder They Fall (2021)

The Lost Daughter (2021)

Count Me In (2021)

Betty White: First Lady of Television (2018)

Dolly Parton: Here I Am (2019)

This Changes Everything (2018)

Encounter (2021)

Speed Cubers (2020)

The Best of Enemies (2019)

Eternals (2021)

Encanto (2021)

The Comedian (2016)

The Guilty (2021)

Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014)

The Vault (2021)

Spider-Man 3 (2007)

Scream (2022) (theater)

Worth (2020)

Sing 2 (2021) (theater)

Nightmare Alley (2021) (theater)

Home Team (2022)

Bastille Day/The Take (2016)

February - 27

Long Story Short (2021)

Beckett (2021)

Charlie’s Angels (2000)

Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle (2003)

The 355 (2022) (theater)

Almighty Thor (2011)

Kimi (2022)

The King of Staten Island (2020)

The Amazing Spider-Man (2012)

Can You Keep A Secret? (2019)

The Paper Tigers (2020)

Encanto (2021)

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001)

King’s Man (2021)

Free Guy (2021)

The Tender Bar (2021)

Our Friend (2021)

Tyler Perry’s A Madea Homecoming (2022)

Heart Shot (2022) (short)

Stand by Me (1986)

Destination Wedding (2018)

Someone Great (2019)

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014)

Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)

Spencer (2021)

Rim of the World (2019)

Set It Up (2018)

March - 13

Uncharted (2022) (theater)

The Batman (2022) (theater)

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) (theater)

The Sandlot (1993)

The Adam Project (2022)

Deidra & Laney Rob a Train (2017)

Turning Red (2022)

Embracing the Panda: Making Turning Red (2022)

Let’s Be Tigers (2022) (short)

X (2022) (theater)

Drive My Car (2021) (theater)

The Lost City (2022) (theater)

Windfall (2022)

April - 28

tick, tick… Boom! (2021)

The Bubble (2022)

Morbius (2022) (theater)

Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019)

I Want You Back (2022)

The Contractor (2022) (theater)

Big Hero 6 (2014)

Dinner Is Served (2021) (short)

American Eid (2021) (short)

Loop (2019) (short)

Smash and Grab (2019) (short)

Selena (1997) (theater)

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) (theater)

Motocrossed (2001)

Olivia Rodrigo: driving home 2 u (a SOUR film) (2022)

Tony Hawk: Until the Wheels Fall Off (2022)

Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (2022) (theater)

The Batman (2022)

Encanto (2021)

Jumanji: The Next Level (2019)

Killing Them Softly (2012)

12 Rounds (2009)

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022) (theater)

The Bad Guys (2022) (theater)

Green Ghost and the Masters of the Stone (2021) (theater)

The Northman (2022) (theater)

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)

Perfect Bid: The Contestant Who Knew Too Much (2017)

May - 8

Doctor Strange (2016)

Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022) (theater)

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022) (theater)

Firestarter (2022) (theater)

Papi Chulo (2018)

Twenty One Pilots: Cinema Experience (2022) (theater)

Jackass 4.5 (2022)

June - 22

RRR (2022) (theater)

Old (2021)

Forever Purge (2021)

The Valet (2022)

Barb & Star Go to Vista Del Mar (2021)

Interceptor (2022)

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) (theater)

Top Gun (1986)

Win It All (2017)

Jurassic World Dominion (2022) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Behind the Try: A Try Guys Documentary (2020)

The Lego Batman Movie (2017) (theater)

Beyond Infinity: Buzz and the Journey to Lightyear (2022)

Like A Boss (2021)

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) (theater)

Spiderhead (2022)

Mulan (1998)

Lightyear (2022) (theater)

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) (theater)

The Man From Toronto (2022)

Escape from Pretoria (2020)

July - 28

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Minions: The Rise of Gru (2022) (theater)

Thor: Love & Thunder (2022) (theater)

Badhaai Do (2022)

The Rental (2020)

The Princess (2022)

Antlers (2021)

The Lovebirds (2020)

Okja (2017)

Not Since You (2009)

The Blob (1958)

The Big Chill (1983)

The French Dispatch (2021)

Marry Me (2022)

Cleaner (2007)

Hustle (2022)

Paws of Fury: The Legend of Hank (2022) (theater)

The Black Phone (2022) (theater)

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022)

Good Luck to You, Leo Grande (2022)

The Gray Man (2022)

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022)

Don’t Make Me Go (2022)

The Truman Show (1998)

Marcel the Shell with Shoes On (2022) (theater)

Candyman (2021)

Too Old for Fairy Tales (2022)

Regular Show: The Movie (2015)

August - 25

Not Okay (2022)

Bullet Train (2022) (theater)

Wedding Season (2022)

Vengeance (2022) (theater)

A West Wing Special to Benefit When We All Vote (2020)

Nope (2022) (theater)

The Pacifier (2005)

Just Go With It (2011)

Bodies Bodies Bodies (2022) (theater)

DC League of Super-Pets (2022) (theater)

Mack & Rita (2022) (theater)

The Mummy Returns (2001)

The Wedding Guest (2018)

Day Shift (2022)

Inside the Mind of a Cat (2022)

On the Count of Three (2022)

Dick Johnson Is Dead (2020)

Fall (2022) (theater)

Old School (2003)

Elvis (2022) (theater)

Easter Sunday (2022) (theater)

Me Time (2022)

Three Thousand Years of Longing (2022) (theater)

Nope (2022) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

September - 27

The Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Movie (2022)

Spider-Man: No Way Home: More Fun Stuff (2022) (theater)

Honk for Jesus. Save Your Soul. (2022)

The Lost City (2022)

Minions: The Rise of Gru (2022) (theater)

Jaws (1975) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Elvis (2022)

The Invitation (2022) (theater)

Deep Water (2022)

End of the Road (2022)

Wrath of Man (2021)

Samaritan (2022)

Breaking (2022) (theater)

Barbarian (2022) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Fresh (2022)

Sex Ed (2014)

See How They Run (2022) (theater)

Pearl (2022) (theater)

Casper (1995) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

The Greatest Beer Run Ever (2022) (theater)

Paw Patrol: The Movie (2021)

Moonage Daydream (2022) (theater)

Bros (2022) (theater)

Lou (2022)

October - 31

Rush Hour (1998)

Rush Hour 2 (2001)

Rush Hour 3 (2007)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Entergalactic (2022)

Werewolf by Night (2022)

Amsterdam (2022) (theater)

Don’t Worry Darling (2022) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

The Redeem Team (2022)

Spirit Halloween: The Movie (2022) (theater)

Jeepers Creepers Reborn (2022) (theater)

Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile (2022) (theater)

Smile (2022) (theater)

Bromates (2022) (theater)

Halloween (1978)

Nosferatu (1922)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

The Woman King (2022) (theater)

Halloween II (1981)

Halloween III: Season of the Witch (1982)

Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers (1988)

Stars at Noon (2022) (theater)

Travelin’ Band: Creedence Clearwater Revival at the Royal Albert Hall (2022)

Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers (1989)

Black Adam (2022) (theater)

Ticket to Paradise (2022) (theater)

Lumpia with a Vengeance (2020) (theater)

It (2017) (theater)

Halloween H20: 20 Years Later (1998)

November - 31

Call Jane (2022) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

The Banshees of Inisherin (2022) (theater)

Armageddon Time (2022) (theater)

Spirited (2022) (theater)

Wendell & Wild (2022)

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story (2022)

Enola Holmes 2 (2022)

Black Panther (2018)

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) (theater)

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) (theater)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990)

Paddington (2014)

Rat Race (2001)

Paddington 2 (2017)

The Menu (2022) (theater)

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

Iron Fists and Kung Fu Kicks (2019)

Is That Black Enough for You?!? (2022)

The Good Nurse (2022)

The Last Duel (2021)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

She Said (2022) (theater)

Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio (2022) (theater)

Enchanted (2007)

Strange World (2022) (theater)

Devotion (2022) (theater)

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022) (theater)

The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special (2022)

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022) (theater)

The Fabelmans (2022) (theater)

December - 39

Violent Night (2022) (theater)

The Menu (2022) (theater)

Bones and All (2022) (theater)

Elf (2003) (theater)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Devotion (2022) (theater)

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

Ticket to Paradise (2022)

Bullet Train (2022)

Christmas With You (2022)

Sniper: Rogue Mission (2022)

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

The People We Hate at the Wedding (2022)

Something from Tiffany’s (2022)

The Mean One (2022) (theater)

Spoiler Alert (2022) (theater)

Beauty and the Beast: A 30th celebration (2022)

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (theater)

Arthur Christmas (2011)

Who Killed Santa? A Murderville Murder Mystery (2022)

A Bad Moms Christmas (2017)

Love Hard (2022)

Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio (2022)

Devotion (2022) (theater)

Avatar (2009)

Mercy Christmas (2017)

The Guernsey Literary & Potato Peel Pie Society (2018)

The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992)

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022)

The Outfit (2022)

A Madea Christmas (2013)

How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) (theater)

Office Christmas Party (2016)

Bad Santa (2003)

Last Holiday (2006)

The Family Stone (2005)

Roald Dahl’s Matilda the Musical (2022)

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022) (theater)

Babylon (2022) (theater)

[momolady]

Werewolf Boyfriend: Dante 3

What happens when a  lone wolf starts to hate the lone part? You find out personally.

Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)

It’s hard to talk about. You figured you would be done with crushes by now in your life, and you never expected to have feelings for the guy who’s actually the werewolf you’ve been afraid of for three years. Dante has become one of your favorite people to talk to, and there are times you forget what he actually is. Not only that, it’s hard to make your argument sound like an actual issue when all you can say is ‘I like this guy I met on vacation’. Rather than the truth, which is, ‘Three years ago I met this guy as a wolf, then met him again as a human, and now I like him, even though I was scared of the wolf.’

“Well, does he feel the same way?” Miri asks after you’ve spilled most of the beans. You still keep Dante’s secret identity close to your chest.

You shrug. “I don’t think so. It’s hard to tell over texts.”

Miri glances out the window at the rain. “Well, I know the place he works at. It’s expensive and fancy. You should at least go for the free vacation. And it’s one-on-one time. You can find out if he feels the same, or if you two are supposed to be friends.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of the offer,” you protest.

“He offered, and you said he would be working a lot.” Miri motions to the envelope under your elbow. “You’re mailing him an invitation to the play, so you know you want to see him.”

You tuck the envelope back. “Yes, I want to see him.” You wish you could just get out all your thoughts and concerns now. There’s more to the situation than Miri knows, but the only person you can talk to about that is the person you’re talking about.

Miri beams. “Then go have an amazing winter vacation. Take my skis, and my teddy.”

You frown. “Teddy? Your Care Bear?”

Miri gives you a sarcastic look. “You work in theatre , how do you not know what a teddy is? It’s lingerie.”

“Ew,” you cringe. “I don’t wanna wear something Arnie has jizzed on.”

Miri rolls her eyes. “Do you even have any sexy lingerie? Just in case anything comes up? A snowstorm traps you in the cabin, and you seek his big hairy arms for warmth?”

“Just how many romance novels do you consume a week?” you scoff.

“Only my AO3 account knows for sure. But that isn’t the point, young lady. You still haven’t answered my question. What do you own that is sexy?”

You scrunch up your face as you think. “I have a shirt with Betty Boop on it.”

“Oh my god, no.”

Later on, you send Dante a message asking for his address so you can send him the invitation to the play. You don’t expect to hear from him until much later that evening, but he replies fairly quickly.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” you ask.

“I got injured today at work, so they sent me home.”

Your heart nearly stops. “You got hurt? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t think it was something I had to share. It wasn’t anything bad, they just sent me back to rest as a precaution.”

“Well? What was it?”

A picture comes through of his foot, which is bandaged and bruised to heck. “Some kid on a snowmobile ran over me.”

“How is that not serious?”

“I can still walk.”

You grumble under your breath. This isn’t new, you’ve always fretted when your brother or dad got hurt during one of their hunting excursions. You spent a summer doting on your brother when he broke his leg falling out of a hunter’s watch. “Are you icing it?”

“I stick it out the window from time to time.”

“I’m being serious!”

“I’ve had worse. Really. This is no big deal to me. If my invite the other day seemed weird, I’m sorry. Most of my friends already work here, and the idea I could actually invite someone was a surprise.”

“It wasn’t weird,” you reply.

“It’s just when my boss mentioned it, the first person I thought of was you.”

You can’t take this. Those last eight words are making your heart tumble and leap.

“I’ll be working most of the time,” he says. “So you would have a whole cabin and the amenities of the place to yourself.”

“I’m very flattered,” you answer. “Let me figure out my schedule. Right now the play is only getting started.”

“It’s okay, no worries. I’ll be here until March.”

You won’t be able to go to the winter resort until after the play deuts, and even then it’s questionable. Luckily, your production staff are handling things better than the last time, so you feel okay about requesting time off. You figure the first week of December won’t be too bad. You’ll leave after having Thanksgiving with your families, and go directly to the resort. You’re nervous, especially since your feelings for Dante have been shifting. It’s no longer a crush, but genuine feelings mixed with real friendship.

Once you get off the shuttle that takes you from the airport to the resort, you feel a sense of calm come over you. This will be good for you, and quite possibly help you completely conquer your fear. Your dreams have helped.

The front of the resort is like any other, a big building meant to look like a cabin and decorated for the holiday season. While attendants unloaded luggage from the shuttle you look around, hoping to see Dante before you go inside to find out where you’re staying. You see your luggage come off the bus, but right as you reach for it, one of the attendants hefts it on his shoulder.

“Is something wrong?” you ask in alarm.

It isn’t until he lifts his head and you see his dark blue eyes that you recognize him. “Seriously? You didn’t even notice me?”

“Dante!” you exclaim. “I didn’t recognize you with the beard.”

He strokes his beard and grins. “Yeah, I grow everything out during the winter.” He nods his head towards a snowmobile. “Come on, I’ll get you to the cabin.”

“What’s everything?” you ask as you follow him.

Dante takes off his hat and puts it on your head. “You’re gonna need this.” He attaches your luggage to a shelf on the back, then helps you on. “You’ll want to hold on,” he says as he revs the machine up. He puts on goggles and places thicker mittens over his gloves. Then he speeds off and you cling to him, placing your face against his back. He pulls up to a cabin just outside the fancy rental ones. It’s smaller than the rest, but it still looks nice, although the view is mostly dense trees. Dante helps you down and takes your bag for you.

“I’ve got your room set up and I went shopping the other day, so maybe you won’t starve,” he says with a smirk.

Inside the cabin is warm, filled with a faint cinnamon scent. Considering it’s for employees, there’s nothing very fancy about the place aside from brightly colored rugs that look like they were made in the nineties. Dante takes you to a room in the back and lays your luggage on the bed. “This is all yours for your stay. This door is the closet, that door is the bathroom. And the WiFi password is on the back of the heater remote.”

“It’s nice,” you remark. “Thanks again for inviting me. I usually don’t get to travel much. This year has been a bit different for me.”

Dante takes off his gloves. “Same here.” He runs his fingers through his thicket of hair. Back at the cabins, it was shorter, now, but now it’s becoming long enough to tie in a ponytail, maybe even braid.

“I wish I grew hair like that,” you say. “It takes mine ages to grow out.”

“Kind of goes with the territory,” he chuckles. “You don’t like the beard, do you?”

“No, it’s great! I mean...” You quickly cover as he starts to laugh. “I’m just not used to you having it yet!”

“It helps up here, keeps me from getting too chapped. But I’ll let you get settled and unpacked. I have to go meet the next shuttle and do a tour.” He takes his hat back from you. “Make yourself at home.”

As the front door shuts, you stand there in the silence. The snow outside muffles all sounds, but you can hear birds and people shouting in the distance. You open your bag, and as you begin to unpack, you find a stowaway amongst your belongings - a brown paper bag with Miri’s name scrawled out on the front. She’s written a note too. “I got you a present! Enjoy being a snow bunny.”

“Dear god, what have you done?” You open the bag and find clothes inside. There’s a matching set of bra and panties, lavender with black straps and accents, a matching silk robe, and a pair of fishnet stockings. “What sort of slutty fairy godmother are you?” you grumble under your breath. You shove all the things back into the paper bag, then stuff the bag into a drawer. You finish unpacking, then hook your phone up to the WiFi. Then you lie on the bed for a while, just dicking around on your phone.

After a while, you hear the door open and shut. “Hello? Anyone here?”

“No.” You get up off the bed and walk out to see a snow-covered Dante shucking off layers at the door. “Off already?”

“It started to snow pretty hard, so the tour got cancelled.” He peels off the final layer to reveal the dark red flannel he’s wearing. “I brought some of the fancy coffee from the gathering hall.”

You smile as you look to the big cups on the counter. “How fancy?”

“The bag of beans costs thirty bucks.”

You take one of the cups and breathe in the deep, heavenly scent. “Oh god, I wish I was rich.”

Dante points to the fridge. “There’s creamer and stuff in the fridge. Sugar is in that ugly bear jar.”

“Ugly bear?” You finch when you actually see the sugar jar. It’s kind of green, and the glazed elements look gloopy. The bear's face is saggy and tight in all the wrong places. “Why won’t you put it out of its misery?”

“I think it’s cursed.” He walks off to another room. You open the fridge, shocked to find a large amount of cinnamon-flavored products. There’s cinnamon creamer, cinnamon cakes, cinnamon cream cheese, cinnamon vodka.

Dante reenters wearing black sweatpants and a long-sleeved tee. “How are you enjoying it so far?”

“The WiFi here is amazing.”

Dante grins and laughs. “Is that all?”

“Today is my lazy day, I’ll do stuff the rest of the week.” You sit at the kitchen table and watch as Dante goes to the fridge. “You like cinnamon or something?”

“It’s good for the heart.” he says as he pours a lot of creamer into his coffee.

“Yeah, but with all that stuff, your blood must taste like a Red Hot by now.”

“Probably.” He shuts the fridge and joins you at the table. “I remember when I was a kid and some lady gave me a piece of cinnamon gum. I loved it so much.”

“You took candy from a stranger?” you ask.

He shrugs as he takes a sip of coffee. “I was thinking about ordering from the cafeteria tonight for dinner. They have a lobster bisque that’s amazing.”

“I’ll never say no to lobster,” you say with a smirk.

The first night with Dante is nice. The cabin is cozy, and the lobster bisque is amazing. You end up talking most of the night about what to do at the resort. He tells you about shortcuts around the slopes, tips you off on the best food at the cafeteria, all the inside knowledge.

He goes to work the next morning before you get up, so you enjoy the quiet before deciding to go out and about. There’s an arcade at the gathering hall, where you spend a lot of time playing old video games. You even have a round of pool with some teenagers trying to escape their parents for a while. You go back to the cabin later than you planned, and take a long, hot soak in the giant bathtub of your bathroom. You play on your phone until you get hungry, and decide to make pancakes for dinner.

Right as you’re tossing the first pancake, Dante comes into the cabin, shaking snow off. “I’ve never come home to someone cooking before,” he remarks in surprise. He takes off his scarf and approaches the counter. “You could have gone to the cafeteria.”

“I was craving pancakes.” You pour more of your special mixture into the pan. “My grandpa taught me the best recipe for them.”

“I won’t say no to that.” He goes back to his room to change, and comes back out in sweats and a long-sleeved shirt again. “What did you end up doing today?”

“I hustled some kids at pool.” You push a plate of pancakes towards him, then slap some more butter into the pan. “Go ahead and eat. I found a Pente board in the closet today. I was thinking we could play a bit.”

He arches a brow. “Pente?”

“It’s like Go but it’s different, I can teach you. My grandpa and I played all the time, so I was excited to find the board here.” You finish off your plate and join him at the table to eat.

Dante offers you some hard cider, which you enjoy. You share drinks while you teach him to play Pente, showing him how and where to move the shiny stones and ways to win. As the night goes on, you both sit over the Pente board, talking more than focusing on the game. “Seriously, you can tell me. Have you ever met a vampire?” you giggle.

Dante rolls his eyes and grins. “I seriously don’t know. All I know is that they’re albino and super-territorial.”

“What about ghosts?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

“Slenderman?”

He makes a move on the board. “Didn’t care for that movie.”

“Mothman?”

“Nice guy. I’m godfather to his kids.”

You stare at him as he grins impishly at you. “All I know is werewolves. That’s pretty much it. Whatever else is out there, I am either unaware or blissfully ignorant.”

You fidget in your seat. “Well, what about werewolves?”

Dante’s smile fades away, and he keeps his serious gaze on the Pente board. “What I know isn’t great. My mom was a loner, went from place to place on a whim. Sometimes we associated with other werewolves, hung around long enough for my mom to get what she wanted, and we were gone again.” He becomes quiet as he looks at the board, looking beyond it really. “When I was sixteen I woke up one morning to find her gone. I didn’t even want to look for her.”

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” you exclaim. “What’d you do?”

Dante sighs and he pushes his hair out of his face. “I joined up with a pack that I knew about. They put me to work as a hunter, getting supplies for the rest of the pack. I was expendable. I got caught quite a bit, put in jail, served some time. I kept moving along, doing what my mom taught me. But I got so tired.” He looks at you with those dark blue eyes. “Werewolves have no connections. We’re raised to believe we are both human and feral, allowed to succumb to our wild side while taking advantage of human comforts. It’s not always a bad thing, not always a good thing.” He looks away and scratches at his forearm. “That’s why I was so scared when you saw me. I didn’t want to go back.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you murmur.

“There’s nothing to say, really.” He looks back at you. “I left that world. I just want to live, find a home, and take care of something.” He shrugs. “I didn’t want to be like my mother or the packs I had traveled with. I wanted to care about something other than myself.”

“So you never saw her again?” you ask quietly.

“I don’t really want to. Not now, anyway.” He sighs heavily. “I’ve never told anyone any of this. It feels nice to finally share these things.”

You smile at him warmly. “About that night,” you start. “What were you doing when I caught you?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Look, you’re my friend now, and I really don’t know what to say. It’s embarrassing.”

“Were you pooping? Constipated?”

Dante’s smile is both painful and genuine. “No! I was...” he sighs as he struggles with it. “There was this deer,” he says. “I hated him. Absolutely hated this deer. He would show up, make a mess with the trash can, and then trample through it. I was trying to end his reign of tyranny that night.”

“You were going to kill a deer because he was an ass? You turned into a werewolf to hunt out of pettiness?”

Dante nods. “Yeah.”

You lean back in your seat. “I preferred the pooping answer.”

“It was stupid! I told you it was embarrassing for me.” He runs his fingers through his hair, and something magical happens. In the glow of the fireplace and the warmth of the alcohol in your veins, and his own unique charm, you realize your feelings are growing deeper, taking root as they begin to blossom.

“Would you ever shift in front of me?” you ask.

He looks surprised, even a touch worried.”I thought you were afraid of that?”

“It’s you. I shouldn’t be shitting my pants at least.” You smile shyly. “It’s up to you, though. I don’t want to force anything. You’re my friend, after all.”

Dante’s warm smile grows. “Maybe,” he murmurs. “It’s nice being able to hide that side of myself around someone.”

You can’t deny you’re falling for him, werewolf and all. “It’s been a relief for me too. I’m not so afraid anymore. Maybe next summer I can actually go camping again.”

“It’s late. I should really go to bed.” Dante stands up and stretches. “I didn’t realize how much time had gone by.”

“Yeah, I’m getting pretty tired.” You clean up the game and set it aside. “Good night.” You want to kiss Dante so badly. You linger, and he does as well.

“Good night,” he bids as he goes into his room and closes the door.

You sigh heavily. “Sweet dreams I guess.” You go into your room and flop down on the bed.

In the middle of the night you hear something in the living room. You get up and wrap a blanket around yourself. Dante is by the fireplace, adding wood into the fire. His back is turned, so he doesn’t see you. He’s shirtless, so you can see his bare back has scars all over it, as do his arms. Your stomach churns as that caretaker desire revs up inside. Dante turns slightly. “What are you doing up?”

“I heard noises.” Your voice cracks.

He turns to look at you, and through the hair on his chest and belly you see more scars. “Go back to bed. I’m just making sure we don’t freeze to death.”

You want to approach and hug him, but you hold off. “Okay, just checking.” You close the door behind you and cup your hands over your face. He looked so sexy, but you felt so guilty thinking those thoughts after seeing the scars.

The next couple of days are quiet, unassuming, and a little awkward. Realizing the depth of your feelings, as well as why Dante keeps himself covered, you have no idea how to approach him ‘normally’ anymore. You're able to have a good time with him, but you feel as though you’re holding back. When you’re leaving, he takes you to the shuttle to see you off. “Let me know when you get home.”

“I will. Thanks for having me again, I really enjoyed this.”

His smile is shy, somewhat restrained. “I have the month of April to myself. Maybe we can meet up again.”

You smile brightly. “I’d like that. Oh! Don’t forget, you can come see the play too.” You hesitate getting onto the bus. There is still so much you want to say. “I have a trundle bed I never use, so...”

Dante motions to the bus. “Best get on.”

You quickly give him a hug, one you don’t want to part from. It lingers on so long that the bus driver honks the horn.

“Go on now, get.” Dante shoos you onto the train. You watch from the window, waving goodbye until you can’t see him anymore.

Upon your arrival home, Miri pokes her head out of her bedroom, looking like the cat who ate the canary. “So? How did it go?”

You glare back at her viciously, and she flinches. “Yikes. Not good?”

You plop down at the table and sigh. “It was great. I had fun. I really enjoyed being able to hang out with him.”

Miri cocks her brow. “But?”

You lean into your palm. “But I think we are only friends.”

“So... my gift?”

You point to your luggage. “Never even left the bag.”

Miri sits down with you and pats your hand. “Hey it’s okay. You at least have your answer now. You can move on.”

You pout as she holds your hand. “I think I like him more than I wanted to admit.” You almost feel like crying. “I hate being human. Why can’t I be a robot?”

“Aww, babe!” Miri hugs you tight in her arms. “It’ll be okay. I’ll go out and buy ice cream later, and we can cry on the sofa.”

“Sounds nice,” you mutter. “I just gotta tell him I made it back safe.” You take out your phone and send Dante the update.

Later in the day, he answers. “Good! Glad you made it home.”

“I bet you fucking are,” you grumble at your phone screen.

Another text pops up. “It’s kind of lonesome now. I’ve never had a cabin to myself so this is weird.”

You pout as you read his messages.

“Thanks for coming. I really did like having you.”

You whine to yourself as you reply. “I usually don’t like the cold, but I had fun with you. Maybe again next year, another friends’ vacation.”

“Yeah, friends’ vacation.”

[blissfulparker]

Seasick pt. 10 final→college!peter parker

Pairings→college!peter x reader fake dating!au

Summary→ You need a fake boyfriend, peter has no plans for the summer, you take him on a cruise to meet your nasty family you kept a secret all these years. Faking your love as far as it will go before it snaps and it shows it’s true colors to one another under the burning hot sun and above the salty sea water

A/n→yeah so y’all can shut talk me for this taking literally FOREVER but I kept wanting to redo it and I finally found the perfect final for it(at least for me) I’m going to make the epilogue and if anyone wants blurbs based off it I can write it. But I present to you, the seasick final

Peter Parker slept like an Angel and you had never truly noticed until now. He had soft snores and little freckles painted on his face and he was yours, now he was officially yours and all it took was you begging him to come on a stupid cruise with your family you hate.

Although you wouldn’t mind if year after year you were able to bring peter along with you. He helped with the pain and god did you need all the help you could get.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles as he starts to wake up, not opening his eyes but his senses catch you staring.

“Nothing.” You smile as you only stare harder to count each freckle—even the new ones he got from this trip.

“No you’re doing something.” He opens his eyes just a bit to see you with the faintest smile on your face. You, the one who woke up every day of this trip dreading what another day would be like, smiled at him. A genuine smile as you woke up.

“Seriously, nothing!” You try to hide the smile that grows big on your face and he only grabs you by the waist, pulling you in close so he can tickle at your sides just to see you smile more.

He lets your laughs die down, seeing the real you in the morning was something so fresh to him, he loved it. You were his girlfriend. He couldn’t wait to go home and start saying that to people. After all these years all it took was a stupid cruise.

“It’s our last day.” Peter says and suddenly your smile dropped. Not because you were sad, because it was your last day and that meant having to spend it with your family.

“Right.” You sigh falling back on the pillow.

Peter looked at you like you were art, or maybe he looked at you the way he looked at the beach the other day, maybe he looked at you the way he saw you in the art gallery the second day or maybe he looked at you the way he looked at you the first day he got on this damn ship and you wore the most beautiful dress and worried about how tall you were. No matter how he looked at you it was just you, you who matter the most to him in this moment and truly every moment before.

“For as much as you hate this family, I actually kinda liked this trip.” That was particularly true, he hated being uncomfortable at dinner and your mom dropping off condoms but he was on a cruise for fucks sake and it was free.

“Peter, when was the last time you even had a vacation?” You looked over at him. Realizing your words were much harsher, you took a step back. “Sorry, I’m still...I’m still trying to get use to everything.” You admitted and he nodded.

“It’s okay,” he only planted a kiss on your cheek before sitting up. “I know.”

He sits up at the edge of the bed. Stretching a bit giving you a full view of his bare back, so toned and smooth, you really wanted to know when he got so ripped but that was a question for later. All you could do now was feel your hand move to run over the smooth of his back. You sit up as well, letting yourself sit before his back and press sweet kisses gently at his shoulders.

“Y-Your mom.” Was what he said as you kissed him. “She wants to have lunch.” He already saw the messages, last night when you were fast asleep. Face puffy from crying, he held onto you but his phone lit up with one message from your mom. The number she got from him at the beginning of this trip where you swore it would make everything more realistic to pretend you cared.

“Just tell her we’re busy.” You continue kissing at his sunburnt shoulders and in a way it hurt but felt so good to him.

He couldn’t change anything, what you had grown up with was irreversible. But peter had seen the real you, known the real you to be beyond what your family was. He knew you would be opposed to what he was going to tell you but he only wanted to help you.

“With just me.” He turned his head and you stopped your movements.

“Just you?” You furrow your brows and he nodded.

“Yeah, just me.” He sighed and you sat back a bit on the bed.

“Just tell her we already have—“ you started but peter shook his head.

“I think I should go. I-I know I can’t change anything but at least I can—“ he starts and you feel your heart race and your blood burn.

“You're right Peter, you can’t change anything. She’s an evil woman and I thought you would already have figured that out by now. Your smart, you should be smart enough to know that she doesn’t want to fix anything. When we go back in New York everything will be the same.” You fell back against the headboard and peter turned fully to you.

“But everything won’t be the same, at least we won’t be the same!” He told you and you looked at him quickly with a sigh.

“Peter I didn’t mean that way and you know it.” You feel your hands run over your face before you grab your water.

“I’m having lunch with your mother.” He said. He marked his words in the moment and you knew Peter could be stubborn and this was one of those moments.

“Peter…” you want to fight but your hand goes over the bracelet you both got the other day from the locals down by the beach. You remember as a kid, you wished one day it would be you getting those bracelets even if it was just a few pieces of string tied together. Those kids were always harmless and knew love when they saw it, maybe you and peter were still faking it in the moment but they saw more than the two of you ever did. “Just hold me.” You almost whisper and he looks at you with pain in his eyes.

“Hold me like you did in the ocean the other day.” You look up with water in your eyes and he does. His arms come around your back and he holds you as if you two were still in the ocean as if nothing else mattered in the world to you two.

-

You dressed Peter for lunch. You had torn apart his suitcase telling him that if he was going out there alone he needed to be prepared. For it was your mother, One may argue Thor’s evil brother was nicer than her.

So Peter tugged a bit at the buttons and waited near the entrance for your mother to arrive. He had fought aliens, witches, and even drones over one summer but feared a tiny old women who was the mother of his girlfriend.

When she arrived she greeted him with a hug, a tight one that made him gasp for air when she pulled away and she left her glossy lip print on his cheek.

Peter wished you were here, honestly he did. Your mother was beautiful on the outside but he did see the inside. So when she ordered him a wine he swallowed hard and gave a tight lipped smile thinking of what you would do.

“Thank you for inviting me on this trip.” He started it off and your mother only drank from the glass of her wine.

“We can all thank (y/n) for inviting you.” She smiled but she knew something more. “When you two first arrived I always found it interesting how she told me a different story on the phone for how you fell in love but Europe huh? She loved that trip, until of course everything turned bad.” Your mother explained and Peter felt his heart flip.

“She says senior year chem class and I say Europe, she counts from when we first started talking I count our first date.” Peter chuckles.

“Peter, I’m a lawyer, I know when even the best liars are lying to me and you and my daughter are both extremely intelligent. So let’s just tell the truth, why did she invite you? Why did she tell me she had a boyfriend on the phone? I see you two do have something but it’s almost like you don’t want it, neither of you.” She for once had a soft voice. Peter for once drank alcohol on this trip to sooth his nerves but sadly the spider venom in his blood prevented him from ever being calm.

“I-we-“ he couldn’t think of anything else, he could only think of you sitting back at the hotel laying in the bath enjoying the last moments on this trip with someone you actually loved. “She loves you a lot.” He said flatly.

“Look,” he started. “Everything she has ever done in her entire life was to impress you. Every award, every medal, every achievement she’s made was in hopes to impress you weather it was through her intelligence or through how athletic she was and now it was through love. It was like i was her last hope, but you missed out so much on her life. I say that in the best way. MJ, Betty, Ned and I all showed her what it’s like to be loved and maybe that’s why she ran to us more but she also knew it was never enough for you. I had never seen her so scared, so alone when she brought me on this trip. And I don’t know if it’s just me but she’s already the perfect person in every single way. She doesn’t know what more you want, I don’t know what more you want.” Peter finished his rant, his heart pounding and his cheeks a bit red.

“For me? Everything she had ever done was for me?” Your mother asked as if she learnt this for the first time.

“Yes, and every time you never paid attention and that broke her a bit more.” The more peter talked the more Peter hurt.

“Peter, can I tell you something?” She folded her hands and leant in. “You’re a smart, charming man. My daughter is a smart and charming lady. I don’t know if this entire time you two were really faking it, I could tell at first, trust me everyone could, but I want you to know she never smiled this much on this trip ever. And I don’t know what I’m doing so wrong when I try—“ peter felt his blood boil a bit at the last sentence.

“Be her mother, not her best friend. She wants a mother. She has MJ as a best friend who sometimes acts like more of a mother to her than you and (y/n) is three months older than MJ.” Peter didn’t break the stare as your mom looked at him in shock.

“All I want, because she will hate me more if I argue, is that you make her happy.” She sighed. Peter nodded.

The two of them are in silence, the last day on the cruise and peter was eating in silence with your mother after practically telling her how shitty she was.

After the check and your mothers hug goodbye, peter was back walking up to your room. Hoping he wouldn’t see anything more as he just wanted to relax. Maybe today he’d finally get that mug for May that he lied about but god felt so guilty. He lied about bigger things but the ones he loved...he had no idea how you did it. But you never lied to Peter, keeping him from the truth and lying were different.

“And he’s a really good kisser…” he stopped before he opened the door. He could hear you giggling on the phone with who he assumed MJ and Betty but more likely Betty.

“I just...I don’t know if I deserve him, I mean...he’s so kind and sweet and he’s peter.” There was a pause as Peter listened. “No flaws, he’s a shitty painter but I think it’s cute.” You giggled before taking a deep breath. He couldn’t hear the words on the other side before he heard you speak your goodbyes and ‘I love yous’ to them.

He waits until you seem to be settled down, he opens the door and reveals you on the floor painting your toes.

“Hey,” you look up at him with a smile. “How was lunch with my mom?” You asked and he only shrugged. Something washed over him and compelled him to sit next to you and kiss your cheek.

“Was fine, I drank a lot of wine but it was fine.” He shrugged and you looked up with a smirk.

“So I’m getting drunk Peter right now?” You teased and he shook his head.

“No, no.” He watched as you painted with the color blue. “She said she’s proud of you.” He admits. Never directly did she say the words but he knew deep down she wanted to but didn’t know how.

You look at him with a stare, knowing he was lying but he was trying for you.

With the silence in the room, peter gets up from his spot and walks over to pack some of the last of his things. By tomorrow morning you would say your goodbyes to your family and head back to New York. Back to your friends and family. You would stay with MJ for the summer but hopefully, with the new relationship, peter could convince you to stay with him and May.

“Hey Peter,” you look over your shoulder. “Thank you.” You tell him. Not sure if you ever told him thank you before this.

“For what?” He folds some of his clothes and puts them back into the suitcase.

“For everything.” You smile before going back to painting your toes.

Peter has a small smile. He nods as he throws the shirt into the suitcase.

“(Y/n)?” He calls to you this time. “Thank you for choosing me. To bring on this trip I mean.” He says awkwardly and you smiled.

“This was just year one Parker, get ready for the next couple ones!” You pretend to be enthusiastic but he only laughs. “Sorry we never got to do anything you wanted to do.” You apologized as you stood up. Looking down at the red painted toes and being careful to let them dry.

“No we did.” He smiled and you furrow your brows.

“Like what?”

“I was with you, that was something I wanted to do.” He was a dork in the best ways. He was your dork in the best of ways. You don’t think you had given this many genuine smiles while on this cruise ever.

“Hey,” you poked his shoulder. He hissed a bit as his sunburn still was there. “We can technically go to the couples pool, they’ll give us free chocolate strawberries. You wanna go?” You offer with a smirk. With all the things you’ve done pretending to be a couple this would be the first real couple thing you did.

“Hell yeah!” He says with a laugh and you do too.

So you get on your bathing suits one last time. One last time on this damned cruise would you put on your bathing suit and actually smile. Not drinking the last of your night away alone in your room.

Peter's arm snaked around your waist as you two walked down the hallway. Sharing laughs and you leaning against his shoulder as you two made your way to the pool where you would sit in a hot tube while eating cheap chocolate strawberries and drinking shitty wine.

While the bubbles roam around you in the hot tub and you and peter finally settle down with your laughs he only stares into your eyes.

“Hey.” Was all he said and you felt yourself feeling shy in front of him.

“Hi.” You said back and his lips connected with yours.

For a week straight of lying, tears and alcohol, and a shit ton of secrets getting exposed to each other. You and Peter made a pretty good couple. A couple that didn’t need to be faked anymore even if it made everyone sick, you found your love in the sea. You found him and he was perfect.

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[riverdale-retread]

Riverdale S5 E 19 (RIP?) - 5 Things I loved/ 3 Things to Consider.

5 Things I Loved

1. I just love Nana Rose telling that insane story about the witch burning and prodding the already unhinged Cheryl into a full blown meltdown. I kind of enjoy the fact that the show leaves it ambiguous as to whether Nana Blossom says and does all the things (the lying about mothmen, the meltdown about philandering men fathering feral Blossoms, whatever)  because she is senile or because she’s just plain stirring shit up for kicks. How do we know Nana Rose didn’t just write that diary as a form of fanfiction about her own ancestors? We do not!

I love everything about this character design - after looking like a hippy during the 60s or whenever it was that Pop Tate had the alien visit hallucination, Nana Rose dresses completely like an Edwardian lady.  I imagine that Nana Rose during menopause decided that modernity was not useful to her and dug out her grandmother’s old clothes from one of the many secret backroom cubbyholes on the Blossom estate and just started dressing like a stranded time traveler and nobody could stop her.  

2. “Nay Cousin!  What is decreed is decreed!  Tata~  Come along, Britannia.”  This is an astonishingly unhinged line and it was delivered with peak camp hysteria vibes and I was so very delighted.  That Cheryl says this and the way she said it is a significant part of why I watch Riverdale.  

I also wondered if the chaotic and self-serving way Cheryl fails to cope with any sort of nuance with the complicated legacies of the past is how the late Millenial/Gen Z political activism and attempts to grapple with history looks like  to the Gen X people who make this show.  Or is this a commentary of a different sort, that is trying to demonstrate that pat answers are impossible?  She either thinks people are victims or perpetrators, and that an injustice endured wipes out the obligation to make recompense for bad acts perpetrated and it’s just not that simple.  Oh and I loved that Britta’s name is BRITANNIA.

3.  I don’t know why I love this, but I see the season finale pairings as a sort of gauntlet thrown by the makers and it fills me with anticipation of a good kind.  A brilliant mutual who also watches this show with close attention pointed out to me that the values of Riverdale are actually very conservative, and the season finale pairings seemed to reflect this.  The conservatism is expressed in the like-matched-with-like aspect of all the pairings:  

- Jughead who is weird is with Tabitha who is weird and they are both arsonists.   Jughead as a child was schooled in an eye-for-an-eye form of primitive justice, and Tabitha seems to have the same orientation (If you snark about my business going up in flames, I set you on fire!).  Such pretty faces, such dark souls. 

- Betty who is violent and self righteous is with Archie who is violent and self righteous.    But also, I absolutely adored the way Betty bursts into laughter and giggles and touches Archie in that kitchen.  Betty can be so incandescently charming and beautiful, and I was so happy to see her happy. She hasn’t laughed like that much this season.  

- Toni and Fangs are both aspiring gang-leaders who cannot project menace whatsoever because they are completely hampered by being very doe-eyed, and they share a baby so they are now together. I mean, it’s possible to coparent without being in a relationship, but the Serpents are actually deeply conventional, and it makes me laugh whenever I see them together.

- City slicker Veronica is with small town slicker Reggie, and they are both all about the money and also indifferent honest, with near identical experiences in defeating their highly problematic fathers. 

Sidebar: The out gays are alone which is really weird: Kevin is living with his dad and going to pursue his Broadway dreams, and Cheryl is living with her grandma and adopted(?) redhead child and pursuing witchcraft and revenge and atonement.

This is a big about-face from say, what Bughead was, which was the weirdo who really wants something conventional and solid getting together with a normatively conventional looking person with a lot of hidden weirdness, and trying to create something different from both (and, I would say, failing).  Veronica sought out Archie’s company because she wanted to join Wholesome All Americana, but Archie is an oblivious gay who wants to just live with lots of virile bearded men so he’s not actually that wholesome or Americana.  

In any case, I loved this neat lining up of the dominoes. I want to see how they fall.

4.  I loved that Hiram Lodge’s inner soundtrack is Goldberg Variations.  I was so shocked by this - Hiram Lodge listens to Bach??  And then Archie just somehow punches down his hotel door like the Koolaid Man.  Is this how Hiram sees his relationship with Archie? It’s possible.  He’s just sitting peacefully in his nice room in his nice life calmly imbibing good rum and thinking along with Bach’s thoughts, and then Archie Andrews bursts in uninvited.  This made me laugh.

5. I love the way Reggie says that “he almost passed” the test.  I was raised to view tests of all types as either I got 100% or I FAILED so this was immensely liberating for me to hear, and I’m gonna just apply this to everything I do now.  ‘I almost did the dishes”  or “I almost told a funny joke.”  I mean I love Reggie in general but I especially love him with Veronica. They’re both so pretty (such EYES on the two of them) and so full of ideas. I don’t come from entrepreneurial stock, so I love actual and fictional people who just come up with the next thing to try, nonstop. 

3 Things to Consider.

a) “The Serpents are a Joke.”  Guess why. GUESS WHY. 

Say it with me:  

Sweet Pea Is GONE!!!!!!  (#cult of sweet pea #is forever)

But I mean seriously - Fangs and Toni are even less scary than Jughead during his failrun as Serpent King because at minimum he had a feral unhinged energy that could believably escalate.  I really don’t know where they’re gonna go with this and really can’t find any reason for it.   Are Toni and Fangs just trying to cope with their cognitive dissonance in how conventional they actually are?  Outwardly they look like a nice straight couple with a baby and stable jobs.  Maybe they need to just lean into that identity?

b)  They Need An Adult:  The show brought back Pop Tate, and the Core Four nominated two completely insane middle aged people to sit on the council.  The lost young people of Riverdale still feel very lost, and they feel the need for adults even though they are a year older.  Alice Cooper is not stable, has never been stable, and Uncle Fucking Frank is a war criminal who skipped town after fucking over his brother, the Sainted Fred Andrews. But Betty and Archie, out of all of them, are the most trapped by their childhood personae, and really do need adults.  It’s a very dark message, isn’t it, that unless you’re fully abandoned by the shitty people that raised you (Jughead) or you do the immensely difficult work of rejecting them wholesale (Veronica, Reggie, possibly also Tabitha?), you are going to revert to reaching out to the very people who locked you into the worst parts of your life. (Rescue Betty Cooper from Alice pLeAsE.)

c) Hiram walking into the wilderness after being rejected by his daughter, and his departure bringing in the witch wind or whatever that was, was interesting. Was Hiram that powerful all this time?  Or was his type of villainy - to do with gentrification, real estate, capitalistic greed,  drugs decimating communities, the draw of organized crime in economically depressed areas, municipal politics - something the show doesn’t want to cope with anymore?  

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Songs:

Fluff (Romantic)

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

London Boy - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

King of My Heart - Taylor Swift

Willow - Taylor Swift

Crazier - Taylor Swift

New Year’s Day - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Jump Then Fall - Taylor Swift

How You Get The Girl - Taylor Swift

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Today Was A Fairytale - Taylor Swift

State Of Grace - Taylor Swift

Mine - Taylor Swift

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Say You Won't Let Go - James Arthur

Naked - James Arthur

Rewrite The Stars - James Arthur + Anne-Marie

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

How Would You Feel (Paean) - Ed Sheeran

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

Afterglow - Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Dive - Ed Sheeran

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

Everything Has Changed - Ed Sheeran + Taylor Swift

I Was Made For Loving You - Tori Kelly + Ed Sheeran

Make You Feel My Love -Adele

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Little Things - One Direction

Night Changes - One Direction

Can't Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley

Andante, Andante - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

All Of Me - John Legend

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

Snowman - Sia

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Arms - Christina Perri

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Halo - Beyoncé

The Only Exception - Paramore

Dandelions - Ruth B

Someone To You - BANNERS

Would You Be So Kind - Dodie

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

If I Could Tell Her - Ben Platt 

Absolutely Smitten - Dodie

How Long Will I Love - Ellie Goulding

Angst (Romantic)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

Drivers License - Olivia Rodrigo

Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo

Brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

Enough For You - Olivia Rodrigo

1 step forward, 3 steps back - Olivia Rodrigo

Happier - Olivia Rodrigo

Jealousy, Jealousy- Olivia Rodrigo

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Hope Ur Ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Betty - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift

Teardrops On My Guitar - Taylor Swift

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Tolerate It - Taylor Swift

You’re Not Sorry - Taylor Swift

Should’ve Said No - Taylor Swift

White Horse - Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

Back to December - Taylor Swift

Breathe - Taylor Swift

The 1 - Taylor Swift

All Too Well - Taylor Swift

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Taylor Swift

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

When I Was Your Man -Bruno Mars

Someone Like You - Adele

Hello - Adele

All I Ask - Adele

Let Her Go - Passenger

Say Something - A Great Big World

Stay With Me - Sam Smith

California King Bed - Rihanna

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Broken Hearted Girl - Beyoncé

Tonight I Wanna Cry - Keith Urban

The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

SOS - ABBA

One Of Us - ABBA

Half a Heart - One Direction

Yesterday - The Beatles

If The World Was Ending - Julia Michaels

Colors - Halsey

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Last Time - Ariana Grande

Why’d You Only Call Me When You High - Artic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Just a Friend to You - Meghan Trainor

All I Want - Kodaline

Love You From A Distance - Ashley Kutcher

Potential Breakup Song - Aly & AJ

I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena

Let Her Go - Passenger

All My Tears - Ane Brun

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

Someone to you - Lewis Capaldi 

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

Others

Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya

How To Be A Heartbreaker - MARINA

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

You Need To Calm Down - Taylor Swift

Getaway Car -Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

The Man - Taylor Swift

22 - Taylor Swift

Dorothea - Taylor Swift

Marjorie - Taylor Swift

The Best Day - Taylor Swift

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

I Forgot That You Existed - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

The Lakes - Taylor Swift

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson

When I Kissed The Teacher - ABBA

I Have A Dream - ABBA

I've Been Waiting For You - ABBA

You'll Be In My Heart - Phil Collins

Titanium - David Guetta (feat. Sia)

F**ckin' Perfect - P!nk

New Rules - Dua Lipa

IDGAF - Dua Lipa

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

You Should See Me in A Crown - Billie Eilish

COPYCAT - Billie Eilish

Count On Me - Bruno Mars

Stand By You - Rachel Platten

Firework - Katy Perry

Because You Loved Me - Céline Dion

See You Again - Wiz Khalifa + Charlie Puth

NO - Meghan Trainor

Skyfall - Adele

Gasoline - Halsey

Castle On The Hill - Ed Sheeran

Save Myself - Ed Sheeran

Supermarket Flowers - Ed Sheeran

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran

Growing Up - Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Ed Sheeran

7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

Rare - Selena Gomez

Who Says - Selena Gomez

I Turn To You - Christina Aguilera

Till There Was You - The Beatles

Sweetest Devotion - Adele

ps: sorry, I'm a Swiftie and a Sheerio <3

Characters

Character x fem! or GN! reader (ROMANTIC)

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Helion, Tarquin, kallias and Tamlin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton and Simon Basset.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, The Darkling, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan and David.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian Havilliard and Chaol Westfall.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Neville, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Young Sirius, Young James and Young Remus.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley.

MARVEL: Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker, Ned, Tony, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Scott Lang, James Rhodes, Peter Quill and Stephen Strange.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Peeta, Gale and Finnick.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Derek Shepherd, Andrew DeLuca, Alex Karev, Jackson Avery, Mark Sloan, George O'Malley, Link, Koracick and Ben Warren.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Jackson.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Stefan, Matt, Klaus, Elijah and Kai.

NARNIA: Peter, Edmund and Caspian.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Obi Wan, Kylo, Han, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin.

Character x platonic!/sis!/bro!/enemy!/daughter!/son!/mentor!/or anything else platonic Reader

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Feure, Nesta, Elain, Mor, Amren, Nyx, Lucien, Tarquin, Helion, Kallias, Tamlin, Ianthe, Suriel and Bone Carver.

GRISHAVERSE: Nikolai, Mal, Darkling, David, Alina, Bahgra, Zoya, Tamar, Tolya, Apparat, Kaz, Matthias, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Inej, Tantee Heleen and Pekka Rollins.

THRONE OF GLASS: Dorian, Chaol and Aelin.

BRIDGERTON: Anthony, Benedict, Colin; Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Violet, Simon, Lady Danbury, Penelope, Lady Portia Featherington, Marina, Sienna, Genevieve, Cressida and Queen Charlotte.

HARRY POTTER: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Draco, George, Fred, Oliver, Cedric, Cho, Seamus, Fleur, Pansy, Myrtle, Sirius (old or young), James (old or young), Remus (old or young), Lily (old or young), Molly, Arthur, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Xenophilus Lovegood, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, Moody, Flitwick, Umbridge, Bellatrix, Voldemort, Lucius, Narcissa, Peter Pettigrew, Helga Hufflepuff, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Dobby and Nearly Headless Nick.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE: Mr Darcy, Georgiana Darcy, Mr Bingley, Caroline Bingley, Elizabeth Bennet, Jane Bennet, Mary Bennet, Lydia Bennet, Catherine Bennet, Charlotte Lucas, Wickam, Mr Collins, Mr Bennet, Mrs Bennet.

MARVEL: Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Carol, Monica Rambeau, Pietro, Wanda, Agatha Harkness, Loki, Frigga, Odin, Hela, Thor, Heimdall, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Valkyrie, Peter Parker, Ned, MJ, Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Happy, Howard, Bruce, Vision, Clint, T'Challa, Shuri, Scott, Hope, Hank, Cassie, James Rhodes, Peter Quill, Gamora, Mantis, Nebula, Groot, Rocket, Drax, Stephen Strange, Wong, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thanos, Ancient One, Red Skull, Ultron, John Walker and Zemo.

THE HUNGER GAMES: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Finnick, Haymitch, Rue, President Snow, Primrose, Effie, Cinna and Johanna.

GREY'S ANATOMY: Meredith, Derek, Andrew, Alex, Jackson, Mark, Lexie, Cristina, April, Izzie, George, Callie, Owen, Addison, Arizona, Miranda, Amelia, Link, Burke, Teddy, Maggie, Richard, Carina, Ben Warren, Megan Hunt, Ellis Grey, Catherine Avery and Tom Koracick.

TEEN WOLF: Scott, Stiles, Malia, Lydia, Allison, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Jackson, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Sheriff Stilinski, Kira, Melissa McCall and Noshiko Yukimura.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Damon, Elena, Katherine, Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie, Jenna, Klaus, Elijah, Rebeka, Sheriff Forbes, Kai and Lexi.

NARNIA: Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, Caspian and Aslan.

STAR WARS: Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Jarjar, Obi Wan, Kylo, Rey, Han, Leia, Luke, Poe, Finn and Din Djarin and Grogu.

No pressure tags: @venuswritesfanfic @for-bebbanburg @maggiescarborough @multifandomfix @sweetnspicysimp @lazypeachsoul @magravenwrites

[mihimelolz]

GOOD & EVIL OC REDESIGNED

Yeah They’re Inspired by in 1920s fashion and they’re was died in 1940s😢😢😢😢😢

A lady x big bad Betty is old good & evil women yuri now yayyy

I making their lore more🤫🤫

[quellmythirst]

Summer Days and Summer Nights Part 20

Summary: Living in the city can get pretty boring, your hoping that this season is more interesting than the last. Although living in a tiny flat with your little brother certainly isn’t helping matters.

Characters: You (reader) x Billy Russo.

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff. Fluff.

Word Count: 1k

{Part 19}

If you are under 18 DNI. Anyone under 18 can please FUCK OFF NOW. This ain’t for you. I do not consent to my works being copied, shared or rewritten.

An: OMG! I made it! Finsihed! Can't even believe it! The burnout is real and Lockdown is fucking my shit up. But I had to get this done before I had a rest.

2 Summers Later!

Standing in your old apartment felt weird. Karen was busying herself getting ready, you were currently in a chair in your old bedroom, now it was Cooper and Hudsons nursery. Those two years flew by so fast. Little Betty, named for your mother, was downstairs with her fathers while the hair and makeup team worked their magic on you.

You spied Karen behind you with a big old grin on her face "how you feeling Honey, the sun's out and I can hear the waves crashing from here."

“Fuckin, born ready,” Placing your hand on hers.

“You're not nervous?”

“What's there to be nervous about?”

“This will change everything.”

“No way,” you stood, brushing your skirt out. Taking a look at yourself in the mirror. Fuck. Small little tears began to fill your eyes, it was really happening.

“Hey no tears, you're stunning. Don't want to ruin these ladies' hard work, do you?”

“No,” you snuffled, blotting the tears under your eyes, plastering a smile on your face, you can do this. Karen took your hand and helped you down the stairs, your tea length dress making it a bit easier to walk.

Cooper's eyes landed on you as you descended the stairs, the tears already in his eyes, Hudson looked nearly as bad behind him. Sprinting over to you, Cooper picked you up, spinning you around while he hugged you close.

“You scrub up alright, Smalls,” Wiping a tear away as he set you onto your white sandals.

“You look nice to Runt, and Hudson! Wow what a stunner,” you smiled at them, “But we all know who the real beauty is here,” you walked over to Hudson, wiggling your manicured finger at Betty. “Yes, baby girl, it's you,” You kissed her softly on her head.

“Cars here,” Karen called from the front door.

“Well I better go, I'll let them know you're on your way,” Hudson pecked you on the cheek, taking Betty with him as he exited.

“Here this will chill you out,” Karen nudged you, handing you a glass of champagne.

“I am chill, but thanks,” drinking it down in one go.

Karen gathered you into the car, climbing in the back with you. You sat staring out of the window, remembering the day that had led to all this.

XFlashbackX

The moon was bright over you, the stars littering the sky reflecting magically off the ocean. The soft picnic blanket sitting underneath you, while Billy sat the charcuterie board on the blanket. The cool sand under your feet takes the heat out of the summer air, relaxing back onto your elbows as you watch waves roll in and out, throwing grapes into Billy's mouth.

“Want some wine Sweetheart?”

“Always,” you smiled at him. You sat up, holding your hand out for the glass. But when he turned around he was on one knee. A beautiful blue box resting in his hand and a pure look of love in his eyes.

“Billy?” your face set in shock, was this really happening?

“Sweetheart, the course of my life changed for the better the moment you crashed into it. You are the soft waves rushing up onto my shore and washing all my worries away. I cannot imagine my life without you. Please do me the absolute pleasure of being mine, officially,” You had kissed him so hard, you crashed into the sand and spent most of the night there.

XEndX

He looked so perfect that night you're not sure today could even compare.

“We can turn around now, Smalls, you don't have to do this.”

“Cooper!” Karen exclaimed, hitting him in the arm. “I mean he's right, but I don't think you want that Honey.”

“No. Let's get me married bitches.”

The music began the moment you stepped out of the car, Karen took a moment to fluff out your dress. “No turning back now,” She winked at you. The doors to the Surf Club opened a trail of pink roses sprinkled along your path. Cooper turned to you, looking the most serious he had in his whole life.

“YN, I'm sorry ma and pop couldn't be here, but I wouldn't have missed this for anything. Billy's a good guy and I know how much he means to you. Love you” he kissed you on the forehead taking your hand in the crook of his elbow. “Ok Karen, let's get this menace off our hands for good.”

The soft acoustic cover of your song played gently over the sound of the crashing waves, the light summer breeze blowing over you from the open doors that led out onto the balcony.

Karen started walking the sunflower and black rose bouquet held firmly in her hands, the white ribbons on the backs of the chairs flowing behind your friends and family that had gathered here for you. It was too much, all too much.

You followed behind your eyes mostly fixed to the ground as you watched your feet. "Stop looking at the ground" Cooper whispered to you, nudging you in the side. Your eyes shot up meeting immediately with Billy's,

You felt the tears dripping down your face and your cheeks started aching. You beamed at him, like a sun bursting all the shadow from his eyes. You saw him wipe a small tear from his face as he watched you approaching him. Frankie clasped a hand on his back and whispered something in his ear.

You finally reached the end, your heel caught on your ankle at the moment Cooper let his hand off you and you crashed into Billy. He smiled so fucking warmly at you all his love and affection on display for everyone to see. "You look so beautiful," he whispered in your ear. He caressed your cheek, helping you stand next to him. He took your hand and turned to the celebrant.

You couldn't tear your eyes away, you only had eyes for Billy, his tux was perfect, he was perfect and after today he was going to be yours forever. He must've felt you watching him, he turned to you with the biggest grin on his face, kissing you softly, he murmured into your lips "I'll always be here to catch you, Sweetheart,"

The End <3

[buck-buck-boose]

I'll Love You 'Til I Die

Masterlist | Playlist

Summary: A Brooklyn schoolgirl fell in love with James Buchanan Barnes at the tender age of nine. With this love she made a vow, promising to love him until her very last breath.

Pairing: Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Language, violence

Word Count: 4.3k

Author's Note: I am... so sorry for taking so long. I was not expecting the start of the semester to be so hectic. I can't promise I'll go back to posting as regularly as during the summer, but I can promise that I'm not disappearing. I promise. I WILL SEE THIS FANFIC THROUGH EVEN IF IT KILLS ME. Thank you for the kind words and support while I've been MIA. Enjoy a chunky chapter.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Little Saint Lottie

October 27, 1943

“I’m worried about her, Betty.”

“I know, Gladys. I know.”

Lottie couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten a full night’s rest. Days seemed to bleed into each other, with no slumber to distinguish today from tomorrow. It wasn’t long after arriving at Azzano that she realized that he wasn’t waiting for her. Bucky was gone. In his place, dozens of men awaited her arrival with sunken eyes and twitching lips that begged for relief, whether it be through a healing touch or a final blow to the head.

When the realization hit Lottie, there wasn’t much she could do besides throwing herself into her work; if she couldn’t help Bucky, the least she could do was help his brothers in arms. Although anxiety ate her up from the inside out, Lottie had confidence in Bucky’s abilities. He wouldn’t let himself die in some POW camp, he just wouldn’t. Because then who would take care of her and Steve? He’d fight tooth and nail to get back to them, she just knew it.

She threw herself into her work, rarely stopping long enough to have a proper conversation or a full meal; this bad habit of hers came to a halt, though, when she came upon a boisterous redhead in need of stitches. Lottie had been deep in thought while examining the gash above his forehead when the soldier cracked a grin and peered up at her without moving his head too much.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

Lottie shook her head, “I’m afraid not, Private—” she glanced at his dog tags, “—O’Connor.”

“Ever done pinup? Maybe I know you from one of those cheesecakes we’ve got hanging up.” The man— more of a boy really, with his lanky frame and jovial smile —wiggled his eyebrows and ruined her diligent work of cleaning the blood from his wound.

The question left Lottie flustered; the idea of dozens of men gawking at her scantily clad figure left her feeling mortified, “Certainly not! I find that my talents are better suited for healing.”

O’Connor nodded and inspected her face carefully as she went to work on his gash once more. “I’ve got it!” Lottie nearly jumped away from him when he clapped his hands together, “You’re Little Saint Lottie, in the flesh!” The boy crowed his revelation, earning him glares from the other men recovering in the medic tent.

Lottie nearly dropped the needle that she’d been preparing to thread, “Excuse me?”

“Ah, it’s a funny story,” O’Connor chuckled, “Y’see, Sarge had this little photo he’d take everywhere. Always had it in his pocket, tucked in his helmet, you name it. Wouldn’t let the damn thing go. Anyway, we stole it out of his fatigues one day while he was cleaning up in some river ‘cause we wanted to see what the big deal was. Once we saw it was some dame—” Lottie shot him a look, “—lady, we started yanking his chain about it. He was just about as obsessed with that photo as my Ma is with her holy cards, so when he finally told us your name, we dubbed you ‘Little Saint Lottie,’ patron saint of the one hundred and seventh. That kinda pissed him off, but it’s not like you’re his girl, y’know? Though he sure acted like you were.”

Lottie was speechless. About halfway through his story, her mouth had dropped open and her hands had fallen to her lap. Here she was, looking dumb as an ox, while the soldier in front of her chuckled with childish glee.

“Me and the guys would even ask for your intercession whenever the chaplain came by to pray with us. Poor guy had no clue which saint we were talkin’ about. We tried to give it a place of honor in the tent but Sarge made us run laps when he found out we’d nicked it again.”

O’Connor nearly doubled over in laughter as he watched Lottie’s expression grow in horror. “Well as I’m sure Bucky— Sergeant Barnes has told you, I’m no saint. I’m just a nurse. Now hold still, unless you want these stitches to be more painful than they already are.” Before she could stop herself, the question came tumbling out of her mouth, “Speaking of Sergeant Barnes, do you know—” she fumbled with the needle as she made the first stitch, “—is he alright? Did you see him?” The soldier let out a hiss of pain, “Yeah, I got a glimpse of him while they were takin’ him away. He was battered but alright. There’s no man quite like Sarge, I know he’ll be back. He’d fight tooth and nail to get back. That’s what he said at least, ‘cause he always went on and on about how you needed him and all that. He sure talked about you an awful lot for a guy who hasn’t even asked you to go steady.”

Lottie’s breath hitched at the final comment, the mere idea of going steady with Bucky reducing her to a stuttering schoolgirl. She began to tie off his stitches, “We’ve been best friends for over a decade, it’s perfectly normal to care for each other deeply without bringing affection into it.”

O’Connor shrugged, which jostled her arm slightly, “I’ve never heard a guy talk about his best friend like that.”

Lottie didn’t respond. She gave his fully sutured wound one last glance, “Looks like you’re all set. Now don’t do anything stupid to get it infected.”

He gave her a crooked grin and wiggled his eyebrows, Lottie nearly scolded him but held her tongue, “As you wish, Saint Lottie.”

Lottie rolled her eyes and moved along to the next bed, where another soldier waited with a smile just as wide. It seemed that these men had become pleased as punch to know their patroness had come to grace them with her presence.

The USO’s visit to their camp took Lottie completely by surprise. She’d spent so much time floating from one medic tent to the next that she’d ended up completely out of the loop of the camp’s other goings-on. It wasn’t until she saw the fully-erected stage in the middle of camp that she realized. Her heart beat powerfully within her; with Steve here, she would be one step closer to finding Bucky. One step closer to bringing him home. “They say he’s gonna be here in a few hours,” Mary beamed, obviously giddy to see the Star-Spangled Man up close and in the flesh.

Lottie returned her smile, though it was weak. The weariness was starting to catch up to her, making her feel much older than a youthful twenty-three. Her stomach was in knots with anxiety; she needed to get to Steve as soon as possible.

Betty stood with them as they watched the hustle and bustle of preparations, “I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones looking forward to seeing Captain America. All these boys care about is seeing a bunch of girls dancing for them on stage, not some hunk of meat in a red, white, and blue suit.”

Nancy, who had just joined the conversation, scoffed, “It’s quite disappointing how little you think of these men and their patriotism.”

Gladys rolled her eyes, “They’re still men, Nancy. Scantily clad women or a guy singing about war bonds? They’re gonna prefer the women.”

Several hours later, Gladys was indeed proven right. Although he’d been driven off-stage with jeers and taunts, Lottie was waiting for him with a warm embrace.

“Hey, Lottie,” She could hear the smile in his voice, she felt its warm timbre as it surrounded her and reminded her of home.

“Good to see ya, Stevie.”

Steve pulled away from her and gazed around the camp, a grimace growing on his features, “Things don’t look to good around here.”

Lottie nodded, a twin grimace gracing her lips, “The hundred and seventh started out with two hundred men. Now they’ve only got fifty left. They’re barely holding on.”

Steve’s gaze shot to hers the moment she mentioned the one hundred and seventh, “Lottie that’s— this is Bucky’s—” The desperate look in his eyes made her own calm exterior begin to crack.

“Stevie, I know,” she whispered, a lump forming in her throat and tears pricking at her eyes, “I know, and I’m sorry. He’s not here. They— Those bastards took him, damn them!” For the first time since arriving at camp, Lottie cried. She sobbed and clung to Steve once more, feeling every bit like a scared little girl from days gone by.

Steve rested his hand against her back, “I’ll get him out, Lottie. He’s gotta be alive and I’ll get him out.”

She shook her head and wiped the hot tears from her cheeks, “No, Steve. You’re not going alone. I’m coming with you.”

“Lottie, you know I can’t put you in harm’s way like that—”

“Steve. I’m serious. What do you think I was doing that whole time I was with the SSR? Yes, we were making the serum, but they nearly trained us to death. I can shoot, I can use my knife. I can’t let you go without me.” Her voice was starting to crack, “We have to find Bucky together.”

There was silence between the two of them until Steve finally conceded, a wary gaze in his eyes, “Fine. But you need to be by my side the whole time.” Lottie nodded her chest warming with hope. “C’mon, we need to have a conversation with Colonel Philipps.”

The two of them jogged to his tent with their coats held above their heads to shield them from a sudden shower of rain. They entered the colonel’s tent, looking comical with their wet hair and heaving chests. Around them, soldiers and officials paced to and fro, examining maps or signing off various forms. If Lottie squinted, she could just barely make out the words. Letters of condolences; heartbreakingly clinical letters of regret for the losses of these sons, these brothers, these boys.

“Colonel Phillips,” Steve began, “Are you planning a rescue mission? For the surviving prisoners from the Battle of Azzano?”

The colonel looked back at him with a straight face, “Yeah, it’s called winning the war.”

Steve’s blond eyebrows furrowed, “But if you know where they are why not at least—”

“They’re thirty miles behind the lines. Through some of the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We’d lose more men than we’d save, but I don’t expect you to understand that because you’re a chorus girl,” before Lottie could protest, he shot her a glance as well, “and you’re just a nurse.”

Steve’s gaze on Colonel Phillips was cool, “I think I understand just fine.”

The colonel pushed past them, “Well then understand it somewhere else. Now if I read the posters correctly, you’ve got someplace to be in thirty minutes.”

“Yes sir, I do.”

Steve grabbed Lottie’s hand and pulled her behind him, “C’mon, we’ve gotta get going. You go get changed.”

Lottie nodded; her medical uniform would impede this mission so she’d need to wear the fatigues that the government had finally issued to them. Her heart raced a mile a minute as she scrambled back to the nurse’s tent to change. She knew that Colonel Philipps would be terribly angry once he found out she’d shirked her night duties, but her loyalties to Bucky took precedence. The recovering soldiers were left in the capable hands of her peers. She swore as she nearly toppled over while yanking her boots on; it was rather hard to get dressed in such a hurry. By the time she was ready and had exited the tent, she was met with the somber faces of Agent Carter and Steve.

“Agent Carter, what are you doing?” For a moment, she feared that they’d already been caught, that the SSR was already putting an end to their mission.

The other woman pursed her lips, “I’m here to help.”

A mere half-hour later and they found themselves in the SSR’s plane, headed to Krausberg, where the POW camp was located. Howard Stark called out to them from the cockpit, “We should be able to drop you right at their doorstep.”

Fear was starting to creep into Lottie’s mind and burrowed itself deep within her gut. She heard the conversation continue all around her, but she was still processing the daunting mission before her. She and Steve up against Hydra. All alone. Even Bucky had struggled against them; he’d lost to them in the Battle of Azzano. Bucky. That’s what worried her most. It’s what filled her with the most fear. If she and Steve got through the Hydra camp safe and sound only to find that he was dead, Lottie wasn’t sure how she’d deal with it. She’d probably go mad, in all honesty. She’d end up in some institution, crying over lucky pennies and charcoal drawings while being molly-coddled by some woman in white. How tragic that would be.

Before her thoughts could become any darker, Lottie was jolted back to reality by the sound of bullets against metal. Steve grabbed his shield and her arm, urging her to join him by the plane’s exit.

Agent Carter shot up from her seat, “Get back here! We’re taking you all the way in!”

He turned to respond, “As soon as I’m clear, you turn this thing around and get the hell out of here!” “You can’t give me orders!”

A smile grew on his face, “The hell I can’t! I’m a captain!”

Steve shifted his goggles and nudged Lottie, “It’s go time. When you see me pull the chute out, you do the same.”

Lottie nodded with a quiet determination, and together, they jumped.

Entering the base was painstakingly quiet; once they’d snuck into a truck and eliminated the guards inside, Steve and Lottie were left to mouth words and offer silent support through unwavering gazes. Once they’d safely passed the gate of the base, they exited the truck and swiftly dealt with any opposition.

Steve led her across the base with caution, giving hand signals when it was safe to turn a corner and sprint across a patch of unobstructed space. The two of them traveled with the shadows, avoiding any spotlights that could catch them in the act. Lottie scarcely felt that she could breathe, it was as if one exhale would reveal their presence to the multitude of guards.

Once they entered the main building, the two of them found themselves in what seemed to be a factory. There were giant sheets of metal everywhere and huge bombs seemed to surround them. Amongst them all, Hydra soldiers transported other metal parts and containers of glowing blue material. That did not bode well with Lottie at all.

Lottie spotted some guards walking to a lower level, jangling keys in hand. “Steve, they might be guarding the prisoners.” Her whisper was barely audible, fear keeping her from speaking any louder.

“The blueprints said they were below the manufacturing level. C’mon.”

They followed the guards onto a walkway that had large circular grates that cut into the metal, each forming the ceiling of small cells that the poor prisoners had been separated into. Lottie and Steve knocked the guards out and stole their keys. The two dropped to the same level as the cells and began unlocking their doors.

One of the soldiers gazed at them through the bars of his cell, “Who are you supposed to be?”

Steve panted from stress, “I’m Captain America.” He gave Lottie an expectant look.

“I guess I’m Little Saint Lottie,” she responded somewhat sarcastically, referencing the retrospectively comical nickname that was developed by the one hundred and seventh.

Some of the men cracked grins, “So you’ve heard our prayers, huh?”

“Loud and clear. Now let’s get you out of here, yeah?”

She tried to ignore the growing horror inside of her upon the realization that none of these men had brilliant blue eyes. Not a dimpled chin in sight.

“Is there anybody else? I’m looking for a Sergeant James Barnes.” It seemed that the same horror was growing within Steve.

A man in a scarlet beret responded, his British accent prim and proper, “There’s an isolation ward in the factory, but no one’s ever come back from it.”

“Alright,” Steve nodded, “The tree line is northwest, 80 yards past the gate. Get out fast and give ‘em hell. We’ll meet you guys out in the clearing with anyone else we find.”

“Wait, you know what you’re doing?” “Yeah. I’ve knocked out Adolf Hitler over two hundred times.”

Lottie couldn’t help but stare at Steve in amazement. Gone was that awkward boy from Brooklyn. He was a man now, a leader who could do anything he put his mind to. He’d grown so much, not just physically, but in his character.

While the prisoners worked their way out of the base, Steve and Lottie began their search for the isolation wards. Lottie tried to ignore the sounds of explosions and men crying out from below them while they traveled across metal catwalks. She could only hope that the cries of pain were coming from Hydra soldiers.

After turning several corners, they found themselves in an old hallway, surrounded by brick on both sides. They hurried down the corridor out of desperation; they knew they were running out of time. Lottie stopped suddenly when she heard a groan. It was close. She drew her weapon and dragged Steve into the room, her heart stuttering and her palms slick with sweat.

“Sergeant. Three-two-five-five-seven…” That voice. Oh, how she knew that voice; she loved it so. Lottie heard it whenever she found the time to fall asleep. It crept into her sweetest dreams but tore her apart whenever it wiggled its way into her nightmares.

Bucky lay in front of them, strapped down to a table; his lips moved ever so slightly as he repeated the same phrase over and over again.

She rushed to his side alongside Steve and nearly let out a cry of happiness. Had the situation not been so dire, she would’ve descended upon him with a bone-crushing embrace and great big sobs of joy by that point.

Lottie whispered a quiet, “Bucky?” His eyes were glazed over and his mouth agape, “Is that— is that—”

“It’s us, Buck,” Steve nodded reassuringly as he tore at the straps across Bucky’s chest. Bucky looked up at him, taking his face in,

“Us?”

“Me and Lottie,” he nodded, tugging her closer so that the two of them could be in Bucky’s field of vision.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him, finally feeling whole again. She’d gotten her Brooklyn boys back. Bucky only looked back in confusion, “Little Lottie, she— she’s always been here. Always. Stayed with me the whole time.”

It was Lottie and Steve’s turn for confusion. Lottie brushed the hair back from his forehead to calm him down and ground him, “Bucky, I’ve been with the SSR this whole time. We’re here to rescue you.”

Steve nodded and dragged him off the table, “I thought you were dead.”

Bucky was obviously having a hard time processing everything that was happening, “I thought you were smaller.”

Lottie listened as the gunfire intensified, “Come on, we need to move.” Steve threw one of Bucky’s arms over his shoulder and the two fell into step behind her.

“What happened to you?” Bucky grunted out, pain etched into his voice.

“I joined the army.”

“Did it hurt?”

Steve was growing agitated, “A little.”

“Is it permanent?”

“So far.” Lottie huffed, “I’d sure hope so after all that effort I put into it.”

Bucky mustered out a befuddled, “Huh?”

“I helped to create the serum that made him like that.”

“So that’s why you left without saying a word.” Bucky’s tone was only slightly accusatory.

Lottie muttered a weak “Yeah.” They’d need to have a lengthier conversation once he wasn’t struggling to walk five yards.

As they crossed the catwalks to get towards the exit, the factory below them began to combust. Huge flames erupted from the metal contraptions and triggered explosions all around them. They hastily climbed the metal stairs to get to higher ground.

“Captain America, how exciting!” A thick German accent cut through the noise of explosions and gunfire. “I am a great fan of your films!” Before them stood two men; one was a short little fellow clad in a jacket and fedora. The other was tall and wore a distinguished Hydra uniform with its menacing crest emblazoned on his shoulder.

The taller of the two gave Captain America a once over as he strode across the catwalk that separated them, “So, Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still, impressive.”

“You’ve got no idea,” Steve snarled and punched the man in the face. The swift blow caused a blotch of redness to appear near his eye and a sinking feeling of realization settled into Lottie’s stomach. This was Schmidt, the monster who used the serum prototype.

Before she could say anything, Schmidt struck back and left a dent in Steve’s shield, “Haven’t I?”

There was a brief scuffle before Schmidt backed off while the other man pulled a lever, pulling the catwalk apart. With a grin, Schmidt began pulling at the skin of his face and revealed fiery red muscle and tissue beneath, just as Lottie had seen when she first began experimenting with the formula. “You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality, you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind. Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!”

“Then how come you’re running?”

Steve never got an answer. Schmidt and the other man had already boarded an elevator and left them standing on the catwalk, nearly helpless.

Another explosion went off, cueing the trio to leave, “C’mon, let’s go. Up.” Lottie instructed the men to follow her, though she wasn’t too sure how to escape the factory. All she knew was that they needed to keep ascending the stairs.

When they reached the top of the stairs, they were faced with a metal beam that led to a catwalk with an exit. It was terrifyingly slim, with only enough room to place one foot in front of the other.

“Ladies first,” Bucky murmured, “but I’ll be right behind you.” Lottie felt sure of herself knowing that at least she wouldn’t have to cross on her own.

She took a tentative first step, testing how well it would hold her weight. Lottie tried not to look down at the fiery pit below while she carefully moved along the beam. It was a comfort to have Bucky behind her with his chest nearly pressed against her back as he followed her every step. Lottie had just scrambled over the railing of the catwalk when a jarring explosion shifted the beam’s position and sent it careening downwards. She gasped in horror as Bucky leaped to grab onto the catwalk.

“There’s gotta be a rope or something!”

Steve stared at the two of them from across the pit, “Just go! Get out of here!”

Bucky slammed his fist on the railing, desperation tearing at his voice, “No, not without you!”

“Steve, please! We can’t just leave you here!” Lottie pleaded. Steve couldn’t die, not like this.

With a look of determination, Steve backed up and made a running jump to clear the gap between the two catwalks. An explosion threatened to swallow him up, but he made it over safely, although a little worse for wear.

Lottie and Bucky could only stare in amazement. Steve nodded to them both, “Let’s get outta here.”

Several ladders and a whole lot of dodging later, the trio found themselves trudging towards the tree line.

It was silent amongst the three of them; painfully, dreadfully silent. She decided it was time to break the silence, “Bucky, I—”

“Look, Little Lottie, I know you’re sorry, alright? And I forgive you. Even though you lied to my face and left without saying goodbye, I had a whole lotta time to spend forgiving you.”

Now that the fear of being caught by Hydra soldiers had fully subsided, Lottie allowed herself to let out a sob of joy and nearly threw herself at Bucky. She almost apologized for the force of her embrace since it was likely to hurt a man who’d been captured by Hydra, but he didn’t show any sign of pain. She’d need to remember that for later.

“I missed you so much, Bucky. I really did,” Lottie nearly whimpered. Gosh, she sure sounded lovesick. “I missed you too, Little Lottie.” His embrace was sure and strong, and with it, a flood of memories came back to her. Nights on her fire escape. A birthday evening spent swing dancing. A lucky penny slipped into her hand. For the first time in months, Lottie finally felt whole. Her heart that had been splintered into shards of pain and hopelessness had finally begun to mend itself back together. While she found comfort in his arms and forgiveness, she knew there were still so many words left unsaid; words that he needed and deserved to hear.

“Yeah, I missed you guys too,” Steve muttered, obviously peeved that he was being left out of their moment.

“Aw, come on, Stevie,” Lottie grinned and pulled away from Bucky a little to allow Steve to join their hug.

“And if I remember correctly, Bucky, I think it’s actually Little Saint Lottie now,” she grinned. While she couldn’t see his face at the moment, she just knew it was turning a gorgeous shade of scarlet, based on the sputtering coming out of his mouth.

[mudhornchronicles]

dreamboat | greaser!frankie morales | part one

pairing: francisco “catfish” morales x reader; greaser!frankie x reader

warnings: smoking, drinking, swearing, lewd comments, mentions of racism.

a/n: We got ourselves a series, ya’ll. I cannot wait until chapter 2. I present to you – Greaser!Frankie Morales

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You gently close the door as your mother leans over to wind down the passenger side window. “You will be fine, sweetheart. It is absolutely normal to feel nervous! It is your first day after all.”

You nod and feel your tied hair bound up and down. The white ribbon falls on your cheek and you push it back. “I understand, mother. It’s just different than my previous school, that’s all.”

“And they taught you how to be a lady, did they not? You are properly educated, unlike these individuals. Now smooth your skirt down before it wrinkles. First impression matter, correct? I will see you after school. I love you!”

You tell your mother you love her too as you smooth down your white full-circle skirt and adjust your two notebooks on your arm. You wave a goodbye to your mother and watch as she drives her 1953 pastel yellow Pontiac your father had gifted her for her birthday.

You turn and take a good look at your new school and you immediately feel out of place. The cream-colored cement building looks old, but the lawn looks taken care of. The sounds of revving engines and the smell of cigarette smoke abuse your ears and nose. You are most definitely not used to those aspects of the place. Your old school was strict about noises and smells. The only smell they wanted lingering the air was that of perfume and the sound of the girls talking about the school curriculum.

What you see here would give the mistresses a stroke. You see couples shoving their tongues down each other’s throats, students smoking on campus, hot rods racing up and down the streets, and the boys throwing such obscene comments. As you walk up the path towards the building’s entrance, your eyes fall upon a group of five boys whose comments make a chill run up your spine.

“Hey paper shakers,” one calls out. “Why don’t cha shake those pom poms over in this direction? I’ll give ya somethin’ good to cheer about!” The guys snicker to each-other as Benny jokingly thrusts at the cheerleaders. The group hollers at the cheerleaders as they shout insults at the boys and run into the school’s building. You notice that four of them continue to laugh and yell other comments at the athletes, but the fifth just looks around and appears to shy away from joining his friends.

Dressed in black jeans, a white tee, and a worn black leather jacket, Frankie tries to hide away from his brothers’ banter. He never understood why they talk to betties the way they do and then complain that they don’t have a doll around their arm. Pope seems to be the one who is a bit like him, but that’s only because he’s felt the uncomfortableness on the receiving of impudent comments. Being Latino in this town wasn’t the most welcoming while growing up. His family was always met with derogatory comments just because of their appearance. He never understood why people thought it was okay to jump his father every other night on his way back home from work. He never understood why his mother was always denied jobs because she had an accent. He never understood why he rarely had friendships that lasted because their parents said that they couldn’t hang out with the “brown boy.”

Once he grew up, he understood what the concept of racism was. When he met Santiago, or Pope as Frankie called him, he learned that Santiago’s family left his town because they were threatened and when they wouldn’t leave, their house was broken into. The pair soon became best friends and were able to fight off their bullies with each other’s help.

Frankie had never been one to initiate a fight, but he would be the one to end it. Benny was always the fighter. Whether it was his battle or not, he would always be up to throw the first punch. When they made it to freshman year, the boys decided it would be best to create a group of friends that they could lean on when times got tough and to their luck, they met the Miller brothers, Will and Benny, and Tom, also known as Redfly.

You took a deep breath and clutched your books to your chest. You slowly walked up the stairs and as you revert your eyes down to the floor as you tried not to bump into someone and walked past the group – that was until you heard “hey there doll face, where’d you come from?”

You look up to see a tall blonde, younger than the other blonde, snicker at himself and wink at you. You look around to make sure the comment was directed at you and the group laughs. “Yeah, I’m talkin’ to ya sweetheart. I’m guessin’ yousa newbie?” You widen your eyes and steadily nod.

One of the brunettes steps up to you, takes his toothpick out his mouth and replaces it with a cigarette. He takes a deep inhale and blows the smoke in your face. You wave you hand in front of your face and cough as he lets out a laugh. “You that chick that escaped Saint Catherine’s?”

You shrug and nod once more, but with a grimace etched on your face. He raises his cigarette back into his mouth and puts his hand out to you for a handshake – you reciprocate the handshake.

“The name’s Tom, but you, pretty lady, can call me Redfly. Those two over there is Benny and his brother Will. This one behind me,” he points towards one of the two other brunettes, “this one’s Santiago, but call him Pope. You’re familiar with those religious names, right?” This comment earns him an eye roll from you, but it also earns him a scoff from the final member of his little clique.

Tom turns around and looks at his friend. “You trynna say somethin’, ‘Fish?” The brunette smirks and shakes his head. Tom lets out a “hmph” and nods. “This one’s Frankie. We call him Catfish because he may seem like a kicked puppy dog, but the guy can fuck someone up if he really gotta.” You nod and look over to Frankie and find that he’s already looking at you.

You notice just how right Tom was when he described Frankie as a puppy dog. Frankie’s eyes are brown deep-set eyes are captivating. His lips are pink and plush – making you want to give him a big ol’ kiss. His rugged hair calls out to your hands to run your fingers through it. You suddenly lost the ability to speak, so you resulted in clumsily wave a hello, but resulting in your books falling to the ground.

You began to kneel over to pick them up, but a hand stopped you from doing so. Frankie bent over to pick up your things, dusted them off, and handed them to you. What you didn’t see was the boys smiling at seeing their brother be dumbstruck over a girl.

You took your books back with a shy thank you to Frankie and him saying “no problem.” He caught sight of your schedule you received in the mail the day prior and smiles to himself.

“I see you have World History first. Is it with Robinson? May I?” He puts his hand out for your schedule that is taped on the front of your notebook. You pass him your blue notebook and he starts to analyze your schedule. Once he’s satisfied, he gives you back your notebook. “I have classes near yours. I can walk you if you’d like?” Before you’re given the opportunity to answer, Frankie’s friends burst out into laughing fit so loud, the students passing by look over to see the cause of the sound – looking right back to where they were when they see who it was.

“Whatcha gonna do, ‘Fish?” Will teases, “gonna take the new girl on a grand tour of the school? She don’t look the type to give it up behind the bleachers, pal.” Frankie turns red and stutters his denial of the accusation. The boys laugh at him as he nervously tugs on his leather jacket.

“I’d love if you would, Frankie. I haven’t a clue where I’m going, and I really don’t want to get lost on my first day.”

“Yeah, sure. That’s cool.” Frankie nods and stuffs his hands in his pocket.

“Ya might wanna go now, ‘Fish. Princess here ain’t gonna wanna be late,” Tom teases. Tom nudges his head towards the other side of the building. “Let’s go Bandits. Teach’ aint gon’ misses us too much. We’ll see ya in a bit, Frankie.” The boys walk away with Pope and Will giving Frankie a pack on the back with a chuckle – leaving you and Frankie alone on the steps.

“Are they not going to class? It’s the first day and they’ll make a bad impression on their first period instructor.” You ask. You wonder why the boys wouldn’t go to their homeroom, especially being the first day of class.

“They’ll get there… eventually. We can go though. I don’t wanna make ya late or anythin’.” He gestures for you to start walking in front of him, but you won’t walk until knowing something first.

“Frankie, will you be going to homeroom? They said they would see you in bit. Are you just taking me to my classroom and skipping your first period?”

Frankie gets red and shakes his head furiously. “Nah, I ain’t those idiots. My parents would flip their shit if I had to retake a year.” You smile up at him and nod. You reach out to take his arm, as your old school taught you a gentleman should, and were shocked when Frankie pulled away as you touched his arm.

“Sorry, doll. Didn’t mean to scare ya.”

“I was just taking your arm, is all.” You cocked your head to the side. Every man you’d been escorted by has always given you their arm.

It was his turn to act confused. He knew exactly what you were doing and why, but he had a reputation to uphold and it wasn’t him being a gentleman. “What does that mean? Whatcha takin’ my arm for, doll?”

“Nevermind. Shall we?”

Frankie leads you into the crowded building. Students were running everywhere, and voices drowned the pair of you. He takes you to the second level of the building and leads you down the hall and taking a sharp left. You’re a bit lower than he is, but with each step, you start to really get a good luck at the back design on his jacket.

“What does Bandits mean?” Frankie turns around and by instinct, looks at the back of his jacket.

“It’s our group. Call ourselves The Bandits,” he says with “The Bandits” in air quotations.

You stifle a giggle, and he smiles showing of his dimple on his right cheek.

“Yeah, Pope came up with it. I just ran with it.”

“Do you steal?”

“Nah. Pope just thought it sounded cool. Redfly wanted the name “The Unarrestables,” but got arrested two weeks later for mailboxing 7 blocks.” You let out a loud laugh, covering your face with your notebooks, and Frankie looks over at you and smiles. He hasn’t been able to laugh the way he just did in a long time. As you share a funny story about your former mistress skirt being caught in a window, the two of share more laughs as you ultimately arrive at your homeroom’s door.

“Here we are. Room 249… World History with Lloyd Robinson. I’ll come back for you after class to take you to second period. That cool with ya?” You smile and nod. You’re a bit sad that you made it so soon, but quickly disappears when he mentions coming back for you.

“That sounds great, Catfish. Thank you very much.” He lets out a chuckle and nods at you.

“You can call me Frankie. I like the way you say it, doll.” Just as he starts to walk away, a voice makes him freeze in place and slowly turn back around.

“Mister Morales, will you not be joining us today or is your cigarette of much more importance?”

“Mister Robinson. How’s the new kid?” Frankie nervously scratches the back of his head.

“Frankie, get in this classroom or you’ll receive a failing grade starting now.” Mister Robinson gives you a warm smile in comparison to his frown towards Frankie and goes back into the classroom.

“Wait a minute. You have the same homeroom as I do? You said yours was near!”

He sighs and holds his hands up in surrender. “I guess I’ve been caught. We have the same classes, lucky you.”

“But this is AP World History.”

“Just because the guys I run with don’t give a shit, don’t mean I don’t either.”

You stand in front of him and cross your arms underneath your breasts – eyes narrowed and staring into his. “You are just full of surprises aren’t you, Frankie Morales.”

He looks deep into your eyes and smirks. He adjusts his jacket and runs a hand in his hair. He reaches for the handle and opens the door open for you. 

“Ladies first, doll.”

[slowly-writing]

Seniors vs. Juniors

Avengers x Romanoff!Reader

Word count:1811

Requested by anon: 1)Nat x daughter claustrophobia, maybe Tony there too? TYSM 2) the minute little Widow gets hurt, sick, or is sad Nat turns into the biggest softy.

You were always a little bit...cocky to say the least.

You really couldn’t be blamed for it. All it took was one look at the people who raised you to understand your competitive and confident nature. 15 years ago somebody decided it was a good idea to put an adorable little kid in with Earth’s mightiest heroes, and have them hype her up for her whole life. That somebody was your mom, and now here you are.

It was time for the annual end of the year baseball tournament and Midtown Tech. Juniors vs. Seniors, and this year you were determined the Juniors were going to win. Peter and Wanda had spent weeks taunting you about how the Seniors always won and this year would be the same, how they were going to destroy you. Of course having trained with the Avengers you were all three selected to play and everyone in the compound was forced to listen to your trash talk.

“You’re going down today, Romanoff,” Wanda’s first words to you at breakfast make you roll your eyes.

“Who is it that’s coming off an 0 and 1 losing streak? Oh yeah, that’d be you Maximoff,” you snap back causing Steve to let out a low whistle.

“I can not wait for this game to be over so I can quit hearing about it,” your mom groans and you shrug.

“We could’ve all been in the same grade, but noooooo. Third grade was too important for my social development and I just couldn’t skip it. This trash talk is all on you mom,” you grab a bottle of water and a few granola bars and shove them into your bag.

“I shouldn’t have let you skip first grade either, then you’d be a sophomore and I wouldn’t have to hear about it at all,” your mom says with her signature raised eyebrow and you just roll your eyes once again.

“Whatever. What time is Parker getting here? We need to leave soon or we’ll miss warm ups,” you ask Wanda and she laughs out loud.

“You think Peter’s swinging you off to school today? You’re the competition, you find your own way there,” Wanda calls over her shoulder as she bolts out the door.

“Wha-you can fly! I don’t have any powers! This is so unfair!” you call after her before spinning to face the adults, “can one of you please give me a ride?”

“After the sass you just gave me?” your mom asks and you groan.

“Moooom! It’s school! I have to go!” you whine and it’s her turn to let out a laugh.

“I’m just kidding, come on. You’ve got a baseball game to win.”

xxxxxx

“This is it ladies and gentlemen. It’s the bottom of the ninth. The bases are loaded. Juniors are down by 3. With two outs, three balls, and two strikes will Romanoff make or break this game? It’s all on her shoulders. Will she bring her team to victory or doom them to a crushing defeat?” The voice rings through the stadium speakers and you let out a breath.

“No pressure though, right Ned?” you call out and you hear a quiet “sorry” mumbled into the microphone as you step back into the box. Wanda had been banned from pitching due to the fact that she could change the speed of the ball halfway through the pitch as she saw fit, so you were staring down Peter on the mound. You keep your eye on the ball as he sends a perfect pitch down the center of the zone. You time your swing perfectly and send it flying into the outfield.

“We have a hit!” Ned's voice rings out as you take off. “Romanoff has sent the ball deep into center field And Flash is running for it. Will he live up to his name? Oh! No he will not, and the ball is dropped as Brad Davis scores, shrinking the gap for the juniors!”

Ned’s voice is egging you on as you round first and head for second. Flash throws it to Jason who’s right behind first before realizing you’ve already past it. Jason, in his panic, sends it flying over Zach’s head into the outfield that Flash just vacated as Betty scores. You round third as the game ties and you’re staring down Wanda as you sprint for home. She standing directly on the baseline, which you’re pretty sure isn’t allowed but she’d just cite her lack of knowledge on American sports if she got called out. She catches Peter’s pass but she’s almost as cocky as you. Almost. She wants to tag you out herself and you smirk at her intention. As you near her you plant your left foot and throw yourself into the air, over her. You flip yourself over her and land your right foot directly on home plate.

The crowd goes wild as your momentum continues, sending you sliding through the dirt. Your team surrounds you, ready to cheer you on for leading the Juniors to victory for the first time in decades. Outside of the celebration Peter and Wanda momentarily freeze. He can sense something is not right and she can literally feel your pain.

“Everybody back up right now!” Wanda’s voice is heard over the celebration and the field falls silent, even Ned ceasing his announcement. Most People think Wanda is being a sore loser, but nobody has the courage to stand up to her for it. As the crowd parts everyone slowly begins to realize you’re still on your stomach trying to push yourself up on your elbows. Your face is contorted in pain and tear tracks cut through the dirt marks on your cheeks. Everyone goes rigid. Nobody besides Peter and Wanda have seen you cry before. Ever.

“Something’s wrong! Everybody give her some space!” The entire student body complies, not accustomed to hearing Peter Parker raise his voice, much less yell. Seconds later MJ appears with your bag and is pulling out your phone as Ned is pushing back anyone he deems to be too close to you.

“What’s going on?” Wada’s voice is softer when she addresses you and you grit your teeth, willing your voice to be steady.

“My knee. Something’s wrong Wan,” you grit out as Peter gently takes your arms and rolls you onto your back.

“What exactly happened, y/n?” Peter says and Wanda stares at your rapidly swelling knee, quietly telling MJ to call your mom.

“When I landed on the plate. It twisted, bad,” you groan, aggressively wiping the tears off your face as the teachers work on moving the crowd away to give you more room.

“Did it pop when you twisted it?” Wanda asks and you nod.

“That’s really bad, right?” you ask and she grimaces.

“Yeah, that’s bad but everythings going to be okay,” she brushes the dirt off your face and brings your eyes to meet her, “we are right here. It’s all going to be okay, y/n/n.”

You look between the two heros hovering over you, both with looks of poorly hidden fear stretching across their faces. They’re the closest thing you have to older siblings and even though there’s only a two year age gap they’re fiercely protective of you. You can feel your bottom lip start tremble as the seconds pass by. “Wanda, Peter. This hurts really bad.”

“I know. You’re going to be alright,” Peter notices the red marks appearing on your arms and situates himself behind you, letting you lean back into his chest as he holds your weight to keep your forearms from pressing into the rough dirt.

“I want my mom,” your voice is barely a whisper and Wanda knows why. You’re an Avenger damnit. You will not let everyone see you crying for your mom after falling down.

I know. She’s on her way, Wanda’s voice comes through your head and you smile, Peter’s coming through next.

It’s just us. You don’t have to pretend to be okay, he promises and you nod, letting his words comfort you. Wanda had learned to do this a few years ago and it quickly became your secret language. You liked to call it a groupchat on steroids, and it was your favorite way to communicate. It was also great for making fun of the adults at the dinner table.

A bang in front of you causes you to jump and Peter tightens his hold around your waist. You’re okay, you’re safe, Wanda tells you and you look up to see your mom rushing towards you as Tony steps out of his suit.

“What’s going on?” your mom asks as she kneels in front of you, she looks at your face for a moment before her eyes are drawn to your leg.

“Alright. We’re gonna get you to the compound and get that leg checked out. Y/n’s with me, Wanda you’ve got Nat. Peter, you get everybody’s belongings,” Tony quickly takes over the scene and gets everyone going.

xxxxx

“Okay y/n, I think you’ve torn your ACL,” Dr Cho explains, “We’re going to have to do an MRI. We can-”

“No. Absolutely not. You are not putting me in a tiny metal tube for an hour. Find a different way to get your pictures!” you cut her off and your mom places a hand on your shoulder to calm you down but you shrug her off.

“Y/n, it’s going to be okay-”

“No mom! I can’t- I won’t-” your breathing begins to pick up and suddenly Tony’s face is all you see as he tells you to take deep breaths.

“There you go sweetheart. You’re alright. Just breathe,” he coaxes softly as you calm down. “Here’s what’s going to happen. That big scary tube isn’t really all that scary. Your mom will be right next to you. She will be with you the whole time and you’ll only have your legs in the machine. Everythings going to be okay.”

“You’ll stay with me?” you say softly to your mom and she nods with a reassuring smile.

“The whole time,” she promised and you take a deep breath.

“Okay. Let’s do this.”

xxxxx

“How are we doing in there, Romanoffs?” Dr Cho asks through the loud speaker and you look to your mom.

“Are you doing okay?” she asks again and you let out a shaky breath, squeezing her hand a bit tighter in your own.

“Don’t go anywhere,” is the only response you give but she nods.

“I won’t, I promise,” Nat is silently panicking, she hates seeing her little girl in pain, but she won’t show it. For now she’s going to hold your hand and get you through this. And when it’s all over you will be getting anything you could ever want until you feel better.

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[smediumsmeatbae]

Family Portrait (1)

PAIRINGS: Chris Evans x Reader SUMMARY: You want to get some portraits of Chris and you. Then, a ridiculous and hilarious theme is born.  WORDS: 1240-ish WARNINGS: Maybe a swear word? Drinking, the 80’s, but pure fluff! A/N: So this is my first sort of “crack” fic that I’ve ever done and I’m not even sure if it constitutes as that but it’s definitely vv silly. :D This is part one of a two part fic. Please do not publish this fic without my permission.  Not beta tested, mistakes and bad writing are my own.  Tags will be in the reblog because tumblr suuuucks.  Likes are awesome. Reblogs and comments are better. (And keeps content fresh!)

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The idea was a crazy one. When you had come up with it, you both had been taking shots of tequila with Scott and Zach. The laughter didn’t die down for several minutes and the ideas just kept flowing,  each one more awful and hilarious than the next. Mullets. Flock of Seagulls. Thick, wire-rimmed glasses. Cindy Lauper makeup. GIANT. PUFF. SLEEVES.

What was the idea that had the four of you laughing so hard? Family portraits. 

PRE-TEQUILA NIGHT: 

“You know, we’ve never gotten any professional pictures done before, babe.” You mused. 

As you were looking at the wall in front of you, you noticed that there were all kinds of candid pictures of Chris and you out with friends, silly pictures of you and he goofing around, there were photos of family game nights and a particular shot of a flipped over game of Chutes and Ladders where Chris swore Scott was cheating. There were past Halloween photos where you all dressed up in increasingly ridiculous costumes. Last year, Chris had been Sweeney Todd and you had been Mrs. Lovett. There were also photos of you two all dressed up, pre premiere or award show nights.  

One particular favorite shot of yours was the first award show Chris ever took you to. It was the People’s Choice Awards in 2015. Chris looked very handsome in a plaid shirt with a navy sweater over it. You had gone for a simple emerald green cocktail dress; something classy, but wouldn't outshine your love. That night had been amazing. First, Chris had won the award for best action movie actor. You had never been so proud, until later that evening when Chris broke the internet by escorting Betty White up to the stage, showing the world how much of a gentleman he was. That was the night you fell even more in love with him.

“What are you talking about? We have all kinds of professional photos.” Chris called back to you, snapping you out of your memories.  “No, you have professional photos for work. That doesn’t count.” You corrected him.  “Huh… Now that I think about it, yeah. I have so many of those things, I forget sometimes.”  “We haven't even gotten engagement photos yet.” You mock pouted.

Chris chuckled as he came over to you and kissed the top of your head. 

“Well, how about we get some? I have a friend who is a professional photographer. We can get some really nice shots of you and I. It would be super intimate, casual, no pressure.”  “Okay, Chris, but we still have to wear somewhat decent clothes. I want this to be nice. You can’t go in your sweats.”   “Oh please, what d'ya take me for?” Chris scoffed. “I can dress up when I wanna.” 

TEQUILA NIGHT: 

After that day, the photos conversation had gotten put on kind of a back burner of sorts. Chris still had all of his work at Marvel to do working on Civil War and you were just as busy at the publishing company you worked at. Neither one of you brought it up until Scott had asked how the wedding planning was going. 

“Oh Chris that reminds me, did you call your photographer friend for engagement photos?” You asked.  “Crap, no sweetheart, I forgot."  “No worries babe. Can you do it this weekend?”  “Promise.” 

As Chris gave you a peck on the lips, you could hear Scott making fake gagging noises. You stuck your tongue out at him. Zach ribbed him to quit being a child. 

“Have you guys thought of a theme for the pictures yet?” Zach asked, excitement in his eyes.  “A theme? Don't we just go take some nice pictures in a park somewhere?” You asked.  “Well, the thing this year is themed engagement photos. They’ve been blowing up all over the internet of people having spooky themed ones, zombie ones, serial killer ones…”  “Okay that’s enough.” Chris looked on in mild discomfort. “That sounds kind of awful.”  “Well, you don't have to have murder themed ones.” Scott rolled his eyes. “There are people that do cute stuff too, like recreate the Lady and the Tramp spaghetti scene.” 

You let out a laugh at that. Chris would look so cute as the Tramp scooting a meatball towards you. But the thought of a bow in your hair like Lady didn't suit you. No, it had to be something different, something more you two. 

“Well I do like the idea of a theme, just as long as it suits both of us. You know how much I love a theme.” You grinned.  “Let’s take some shots and then decide.” Scott declared as he held up the bottle. 

As the night went on, more and more ridiculous themes kept being called out. There was a Jurassic Park themed one where Chris would dress up in one of those t-rex outfits and chase you around. There was a 1950’s themed one where you would be on a picnic but you instantly vetoed that. You would not be in a poodle skirt and sweater set in June.  Scott suggested a Patriots themed one, which perked Chris up. 

“We can definitely have a couple of Pats ones for sure, but I’m not seeing an entire theme out of it.” You decided. 

It was then that the stereo system started playing one of Chris and your favorite 80’s songs: Take On Me. To Scott and Zach’s utter dismay, you two would not be silenced until the song was over. It was then that you had a brilliant idea. You had a brilliant, awful idea. How could you have not seen it before?

“BABE!” You partially screamed, thanks to the three shots of tequila you had previously taken. “80’s theme! We could recreate those awful mall gallery photo shoot ones with the terrible backgrounds and the big bouffant hair!” 

Chris burst out laughing, clutching his chest at the idea. Scott and Zach were soon to follow, deeming it a perfect idea for the two of you. It was fun, silly, and cute. You would still do a few shots that were “normal” and a couple of ones in your matching Pats jerseys, but these photos would be the center focal point of the whole session. 

After that, the four of you were wild with ideas on what to do for the shoot. The dorkier looking, the better. Maybe you would be able to do a photo where the two of you were looking at the photographer and then a cutout in the same photo of the two of you looking wistful and stoic into the horizon. Of course you needed to do a background laser theme, a callback to one of Chris’s school photos from his childhood.

“Do you still have those wire rimmed glasses from the Dennis sketch you did for Kimmel?” “Oh man, those would be perfect!” Chris laughed.

By the end of the night, you and Chris had a plan to take the perfect engagement photos. You were going to curl your hair in really tight curls for a mock perm look, making sure to put a ton of hairspray in it. You also were starting to get ideas for makeup, channeling 80’s Whitney and Madonna. Chris had the glasses but you were sure you could find some outfits that would be cringy awesome for him. You couldn’t wait to take these photos!

[theblipster]

best of 2020.

sorry abt the late post. might get back to Tumblr, who knows? for now, here's what I thought was the best stuff from the worst year. c

movies.

Small Axe (Mangrove / Lovers Rock / Red, White & Blue / Alex Wheatley / Education) // dir. Steve McQueen

Da 5 Bloods // dir. Spike Lee

First Cow // dir. Kelly Reichardt

The Forty-Year-Old Version // dir. Radha Blank

Bacurau // dir. Kleber Mendonça Filho & Juliano Dornelles

David Byrne’s American Utopia // dir. Spike Lee

Soul // dir. Pete Docter, Kemp Powers

Borat Subsequent Moviefilm // dir. Jason Woliner

Time // dir. Garrett Bradley

Kajillionaire // dir. Miranda July

Boys State // dir. Jesse Moss & Amanda McBaine

The Vast of Night // dir. Andrew Patterson

Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom // dir. George C. Wolfe

Tigertail // dir. Alan Yang

His House // dir. Remi Weekes

The Assistant // dir. Kitty Green

Possessor // dir. Brandon Cronenberg

Palm Springs // dir. Max Barbakow

The Trip to Greece // dir. Michael Winterbottom

She Dies Tomorrow // dir. Amy Seinmetz

albums.

Lianne La Havas // Lianne La Havas

Untitled (Black Is) // SAULT

RTJ4 // Run the Jewels

It Was Good Until It Wasn’t // Kehlani

SAWAYAMA // Rina Sawayama

Future Nostalgia // Dua Lipa

Women In Music, Pt. III // HAIM

R.Y.C. // Mura Masa

Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez // Gorillaz

Circles // Mac Miller

Ungodly Hour // Chloe x Halle

We Will Always Love You // The Avalanches

INDUSTRY GAMES [EP] // CHIKA

Alfredo // Freddie Gibbs x The Alchemist

2017-2019 // Against All Logic

A Written Testimony // Jay Electronica (& Jay Z)

color theory // Soccer Mommy

græ // Moses Sumney

how I’m feeling now // Charli XCX

Black Habits // D Smoke

What’s Your Pleasure? // Jessie Ware

Punisher // Phoebe Bridgers

Dinner Party [EP] // Kamasi Washington, Terrace Martin, Robert Glasper & 9th Wonder

The Slow Rush // Tame Impala

Chromatica // Lady Gaga

folklore // Taylor Swift

A Beautiful Revolution // Common

Fetch the Bolt Cutters // Fiona Apple

UNLOCKED [EP] // Denzel Curry x Kenny Beats

It Is What It Is // Thundercat

Limbo // Aminé

Shabrang // Sevdaliza

After Hours // The Weeknd

Shore // Fleet Foxes

We’re New Again // Makaya McCraven x Gil Scott-Heron

FOREVER // Starchild & the New Romantic

songs // Adrienne Lenker

Heaven to A Tortured Mind // Yves Tumor

Streams of Thought, Vol. 3: Cane & Able [EP] // Black Thought

There’s Only Being Yourself // Radiant Children

songs.

“Bittersweet” // Lianne La Havas

“Ooh La La” // Run the Jewels f. Greg Nice & DJ Premier

“circle the drain” // Soccer Mommy

“Do It” // Chloe x Halle

“WAP” // Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion

“Wildfires” // SAULT

“Gospel For A New Century” // Yves Tumor

“Guilty Conscience” // 070 Shake

“CROWN” // CHIKA

“Bad Friend” // Rina Sawayama

“Freeze Tag” // Kamasi Washington, Terrace Martin, Robert Glasper, 9th Wonder & Phoelix

“forever” // Charli XCX

“Toxic” // Kehlani

“BALD!” // JPEGMAFIA

“The Pink Phantom” // Gorillaz f. Elton John & 6LACK

“Garden Song” // Phoebe Bridgers

“Cut Me” // Moses Sumney

“Savage [Remix]” // Megan Thee Stallion f. Beyoncé

“Good Morning” // Black Thought f. Pusha T, Swiss Beatz & Killer Mike

“Time (You & I)” // Khruangbin

“Gasoline” // HAIM

“The Box” // Roddy Ricch

“Ghost of Soulja Slim” // Jay Electronica (& Jay Z)

“WAKING UP DOWN” // Yaeji

“hand crushed by mallet [Remix]” // 100 gecs f. Fall Out Boy, Craig Owens & Nicole Dollanganger

“Lost In Yesterday” // Tame Impala

“Don’t Start Now” // Dua Lipa

“Take Care In Your Dreaming” // The Avalanches f. Denzel Curry, Sampa the Great & Tricky

“anything” // Adrienne Lenker

“Comeback” // Carly Rae Jepsen f. Bleachers

“Dior” // Pop Smoke

“Laugh Now Cry Later” // Drake f. Lil Durk

“BLACK PARADE” // Beyoncé

“Deal Wiv It” // Mura Masa f. Slowthai

“Black Qualls” // Thundercat f. Steve Lacy, Steve Arrington & Childish Gambino

“SUGAR [Remix]” // BROCKHAMPTON f. Dua Lipa & Jon B

“Something to Rap About” // Freddie Gibbs f. Tyler, the Creator

“Spotlight” // Jessie Ware

“Better Than I Imagined” // Robert Grasper f. H.E.R. & Meshell Ndegeocello

“Delete Forever” // Grimes

“minding_my business” // Knxwledge f. Durand Bernarr & Rose Gold

“Tape” // Starchild & the New Romantic f. Toro y Moi

“Blinding Lights” // The Weeknd

“DIET_” // Denzel Curry x Kenny Beats

“Hit Different” // SZA f. Ty Dolla $ign

“Rain On Me” // Lady Gaga f. Ariana Grande

“The Gates” // Aesop Rock

“Lose Your Love” // Dirty Projectors

“Gaslighter” // The Chicks

“say the name” // clipping.

television.

I May Destroy You (HBO)

Industry (HBO)

The Queen's Gambit (Netflix)

The Mandalorian (Disney+)

Tales from the Loop (Amazon)

The Boys (Amazon)

High Fidelity (Hulu)

P-Valley (Starz)

Ozark (Netflix)

Tiger King (Netflix)

Nate (Netflix)

Fargo (FX)

Insecure (HBO)

Lovecraft Country (HBO)

Betty (HBO)

Devs (FX)

Big Mouth (Netflix)