#Joe X Rose

[savagecuhnt]

If they had a kid MEME: Rose && Joe obviously, even if I have no idea if Joe could even have kids 😅

Name: Klaudia Josephine Fink & Jack Ross Fink

Gender: F & M

General Appearance: Both children look like a perfect mix of Mom & Dad. Porcelain pale, Black Hair and bright Blue/Green eyes with a look that'll send a chill down anyone's spine.

Personality: Klaudia takes after dad with her sense of humor and overall interests. She wants to be just like her good ol' dad, even carries around one of his masks, ready to use it when she gets into mischief. Jack is eerily quiet. Always watching and listening. He focuses on his strengthening his abilities, hoping to take over the world at some point. They both love their parents, but when in public the thought "those kids ain't right" goes through most minds.

Special Talents: You don't understand the heartbreak and fear Joe and Rose had to go through to realize their children had inherited their immortality... Klaudia is an excellent marksman, and is great with a knife. She practices hand to hand combat with her dad, making her a threat with just her hands. Jack inherited Rose's psychic abilities. He pushes himself everyday to become stronger than his mother.

Who they like better: Pfffft Klaudia loves her daddy, and Jack rarely leaves Rose's side.

Who they take after more: As much as Klaudia wants to be just like her dad, she is definitely just like Rose, especially with her temper. Jack is most similar to Joe, not as loud and emotion driven like Klaudia is.

Personal Head canon: The kids were both 6 at the time with no signs of special abilities. They were to be watched by a hired babysitter for a few hours while mom and dad did a bit of "work". Klaudia had persuaded Jack to kill their babysitter so that they could slip away and follow their parents into the night. Rose and Joe were in the middle of a trade with a local "client" when things went awry. There was a firefight and Rose got hit, causing Jack to run out after her. Klaudia didn't hesitate to run out after her brother to protect him and before Joe and Rose could react, both their children had got caught in the gunfire. Death came violently to anyone that had been anywhere near them and their lifeless children...that was until the smallest voices whimpered out for their mommy and daddy. Rose and Joe's broken hearts were soon mended upon the realization that both their children had inherited their immortality.

Face Claim: N/A I used AI lol

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Roses

~ requested: song lyric prank on your man, ^ that's how he gon' look afterward lol ~

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TW: MDNI 18+ | spoiler alert: this is not about flowers. flowers mentioned a couple of times tho, language, smut, mentions of: self-pleasure (fem), public sex, vibrators, and some other stuff, its rated R just enjoy it ♡

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~have I been planning to use this song in some form way, shape or form since sis dropped it?? oh yea. did I make this SECONDS after getting the request? HELL YEA.

thank you anon, i hope you liked it. I had a great time making it.🤍

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HarpRosé stuff I missed the Drawfee upload to draw (+ shitty truebeans from memory doodle)

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Preface

pairing: john f. kennedy/oc (sabrina e. overstreet) word count: 514 warnings: none a/n: all right so no real plot yet, just backstory. if you want to join the taglist, please like this post.

The Overstreet's, young, wealthy and beautiful, decided to take up in a less Protestant neighbourhood in Cape Cod to summer away from New York, because even though their family was rich and successful, even in New York, the Irish heritage that was sewn into their family tapestry made them less desirable social partners. ‘McIver’ was too Irish, even if the family’s name was Overstreet and only the companies ‘McIver’. So, to Hyannis Port they went, a town not overly populated by the summer of 1928, and had a friendly neighbourhood. James had a fine house built on Marchant Avenue, where a wall street businessman by the name of Joe Kennedy also resided in a nearby house with his burgeoning family. Both families were members of the Hyannisport Club, that welcomed Brahmins kindly. 

Sooner than later the but large family brought in the Overstreet's, over to dinner and for the kids to play together. The men would talk business and politics while the women visited culture, faith and motherhood. The children romped, the oldest at least together, Sabrina being one of the older girls became joined at the hip with bright and active Kathleen ‘Kick’ who brought the quiet, but already quite tall for her age, blonde out of her shell. 

Over the years, both sets of parents thought of a plan. Even after the crash of 1929, both families remained extremely wealthy, and to secure future success, James and Kennedy family patriarch Joseph (most often in conversation called Joe Senior or Joseph) both men joked how good it would look if their oldest children married, mainly they meant Joe’s oldest son Joe Jr. And James’ Sabrina, both bright children, but if anyone looked closely saw they were of two different minds. Joe was more hard and serious from a young age. While Sabrina was shier, softer, but with gumption and wit that rivalled Kick’s in many cases as the girls grew. 

But the joke became a running gag that begun in the 1930s, when the children entered teenage hood. Joe Jr. first, then his younger brother by two years Jack, then Sabrina and the Kennedys first daughter Rosemary who exhibited learning difficulties, but who Sabrina in their close ages treated just as she would a sister. Kick and Anthony would follow. Joe, Jack and Kick were the family's golden children, close and tightly knit. But they also involved the Overstreet duo in their antics for their close ages. Many a sailing competition (often with Sabrina on one team and Anthony on the other) was held with the family sailing boats off the coast of Nantucket Sound. Word spread with the locals that when you saw a Kennedy kid, soon one or two Overstreet’s would follow. 

What neither father noticed was a different future bond form. The second born Kennedy son and first-born Overstreet daughter, shared more qualities between the two of them. Both big readers (Jack mostly from early youth spent in bedridden with any childhood illness you could think of), witty and independent thinkers. But also, private, shyer natures. Their connection came more to light later in life. But there were some earlier instances, too...

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(Laughing) with Steve pls xx

ps happy Valentine’s Day!

happy valentines day in advance <3

warnings: 16+, fluffy smut !

prompt: laughing - mid way through

note: I'm sorry this is so rushed, I had zero motivation today 🤧

Sex with Steve is always a roller-coaster, the feeling of it is oh so intense in the best way possible. Today was no different. He was seated in between your legs, licking up and down your pussy, the feeling was euphoric. Your hands were running through his hair, moans falling out of your mouth. He was eating you out like it was his last meal. His back shone under the pale moonlight, everything about this moment was perfect, you looked down at Steve admiring how beautiful he looked. For a second you forgot about everything, only thinking about how lucky you felt to have him.

A small giggle escaped your mouth, merely at the thought of how much you loved him.

“Oi! are you laughing at me as I give you the best performance of my life?” He frowned looking up at you with a pout.

“No no, lovie, its just, I love you a lot that's all.” You blushed at your words, god that’s cheesy.

“Oh, you love me alot huh?” He asked with a teasing grin. His heart skipped a beat hearing you say that.

“The most, Stevie.”

“Well then, my best girl deserves the best performance, hm?” His eyes glinted with mischief. Its safe to say that you guys had a long night ahead.

[dat2ndaccount97]

Saw Barbie with her new man a few moments ago. They seem to really be into each other.

[marshmallow-biscuit-blog]

crackship au turned a year old a few days ago.

@firecurls-27 and I have had these ships/au for a little over a year now!!

So enjoy these doodles of the lil couples :)))

[arizonaaaaaa]

Glee cast sings Born This Way by Lady Gaga

Marry the Night sung by Elliot ‘Starchild’ Gilbert in “A Katy or a Gaga”

-I’ll say it right away, I think this cover is better than the original, I’m not ashamed to say it, maybe just a bit, Elliot’s version of the song is just so good you can’t love, would be better if he was in drag but that was too woke for Ryan Murphy

Born This Way sung by Kurt, Mercedes and Tina in “Born This Way”

-this is one isn’t better than the original but it’s also very good, I couldn’t imagine someone other than Kurt to say the little monologue at the start, Mercedes and Tina also kill in this song, however I’m still pissed they cut the “no matter gay, straight or bi, lesbian, transgender life” from the episode when Kurt just came back and Santana is dealing with her sexuality, it just fits so much, I also don’t like the shirts, I’d do something like Wanna be Startin’ Something and have all of them dance while wearing a Gaga outfit

Government Hooker sung by Puck and Rachel in “The First Time”

-I imagine this as Rachel trying to prove to Artie that she can be sexy while being a virgin, she would ask Puck to help, and while he does great with his bad boy charm she would once again rock the “sad clown hooker” look, I’m not sure if Puck could do a Dutch accent but it’s worth to try

Judas sung by Joe Hart in season 4

-two words, Kitty Wilde, Joe had no storylines this season, and if I’m being honest I think they were trying to push a romance between these two before deciding to create that random romance between Kitty and Artie, either way it could be interesting seeing Joe singing this, as if “Judas” was tempting him into sinning, and I mean, what is Kitty if not a little satanic version of Quinn Fabray?

Americano sung by Cassandra July in “The New Rachel”

-I don’t like this mash-up🫣, I would either stick with Americano or Dance Again, since this is a Gaga post that’s what I’m sticking with, it’s not all that spectacular but it gets the job done, Santana could do the song justice but I rather not have the only Latina sing this

Hair sung by Quinn Fabray in “The Purple Piano Project”

-Skank!Quinn deserved a song! This song feels almost like a coming out scene, making a connection between hair and freedom, since it’s the only body part we can change without judgment, guess what happens with Quinn’s hair this season

Scheiße sung by Brittany, Quinn and Santana

-honestly I just want Quinn and Santana singing a feminist anthem, their voices would work a lot, and it kind of matches their season 4 selves, just throw Brittany singing the “German” parts and there, you have an amazing trio

Bloody Mary sung by Tina Cohen-Chang in “The Sue Sylvester Shuffle”

-this would be PEAK goth Tina, she and the girls would be in their zombie make up on stage teaching the glee guys and the football players how to be scary and zombie-y, Mr Schue and the gluys would hype them up while the football guys would be confused and a little scared, Tina was really robbed of solos on the show and I think she deserved this one since her only actual solo in season 2 was cut less than halfway through

Black Jesus † Amen Fashion sung by Mercedes and Quinn

-this was hard to choose, but after analyzing the lyrics as well as the background of the song I think these two would fit quite well, Black Jesus represent a different view on both religion and life in general, which for me fits Quinn’s character, while Amen Fashion represent how easy it is to change just like your fashion, which after thinking really represents Mercedes personality change from season 3 to 4, she obviously became more mature and a better friend for me, they’re also Christian which was another reason to assign them this song

Bad Kids sung by Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman in season 3

-this song is very Puck coded, especially his “Lima loser era”, the song starts with a heavy guitar solo but the guitar is barely used after that, if Puck would sing it, I would make the song way more rock n’ roll to fit his vibe during the end of the season, also the song is about embracing yourself for however you are, and I guess Puck would embrace his bad kid side

Fashion of His Love sung by Mercedes Jones in season 5

-this song was made for Mercedes Jones in her adult phase, being a tribute to Alexander McQueen and Whitney Houston, it fuses elements from McQueen’s fashion, Whitney’s inspired beats and several references to religion and god, this had so much potential on being a church choir song

Highway Unicorn (Road to Love) sung by Brittany and Kurt in “I am Unicorn”

-I was actually dumbfounded when this song wasn’t featured at all in the episode, like, the episode is named after unicorns what do you mean, this could be one instance where a character just starts singing, which would be Brittany and another one joins in after being confused with the sudden singing, which would be Kurt

Heavy Metal Lover sung by Kitty Wilde in season 4

-this would be the song Kitty would choose to confess her love for Ryder, which would be actually very funny since this song is so kinky and bdsm-y and Ryder is objectively the most vanilla guy ever, I can totally picture him being all 😃 during the whole song, sadly for Kitty, Ryder doesn’t reciprocate her feelings

Electric Chapel sung by Elliot and Santana

-I actually don’t have idea for an episode or season where this song would fit, the only reason I chose this two is because I think their voices would fit the song, also because this is my favorite song from Gaga ever, and I think they would do it’s justice

The Queen sung by Marley Rose in “Diva”

-Marley doesn’t sing in the episode at all, she could sing this to show that despite being shy and sweet and kind she can still be a diva, or in this case a queen, also this song may be a tribute to Freddie Mercury and it’s kind of a coincidence since Blaine sings a song by him on the episode

Yoü and I sung by Shelby and Will in “Mash Off”

-I’m not a hater or this mash-up but I am a fan of this song, so no mash-up, Will does sound really good but he sings more of the other You and I so I’d distribute the lines a little more equally between the two, Shelby does a decent job, the song originally talks about a past relationship of Gaga, but I guess lyrics wise it can also be a song of Will wishing the New Directions could be together again, it was never shown but I know he was sad over the girls leaving, they were kind of his daughters, Shelby is just giving support, hate this woman

The Edge of Glory sung by Mercedes, Quinn, Santana and Tina with the Trouble Tones in “Nationals”

-this song was done great, I have no complaints, Santana sing in the start is the best part for me, Quinntina slay their verse and Mercedes does excellent as usual

And that’s it, this was really fun to write, I absolutely love this album, it’s by far my favorite, the next one is ARTPOP, and I’ll admit I didn’t like this album at first, but upon re-listening to it opened my eyes to its perfection, see you next week or so :)

[fairyysoup]

joe keery masterlist

All of my works are 18+ Minors DNI. All are posted on AO3 under the username fairyysoup. (s = smut, a = angst, f = fluff, m = mature, d = dark)

Drabbles

Goth!Reader x Steddie | Part One | Part Two

Steve Thoughts Tag

Series

Sever the Blight | werewolf!Steve Harrington - Stranger Things | s, a, d(ish)

Matters Of Taste | Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington - Stranger Things | s, f, a

General Works

I Can See You | Steve Harrington - Stranger Things | s, f, a

Maraschino | Steve Harrington - Stranger Things | s

You Are In Love | Steve Harrington - Stranger Things | f

[savagecuhnt]

Her head rolls back as eyes flutter closed to the sensation of Joe’s wondering lips. A trail of kisses and bites send a soft moan to slip into the air, her attention drifting from the approaching conflict and only focusing on the pleasurable sensation of their heated intimacy. “Five minutes?” She breathes through parted lips, their corners pulling up ever the slightest as she tries to calculate the time they had and what they could possibly fit into said time frame.

“Ten tops if they decide to search the apartment below us.” Her fingers run through his hair once again as she brings her lustful gaze back to his features. “If we time it just right, we could one leg our jeans, get in, get out, both get off, and be back in our jeans and out the fire escape before they break down that door.” She grins eagerly at him waiting for the cue to speed run this little moment, her fingertips now slipping to the button of her jeans, “or we could always escape now, and finish where we left off somewhere safer so that we have more time.” She raises a curious brow, “nine minutes.”

       It’s unlike him – having these strange thoughts swimming in his head, the longing, the craving for something closer than what they manage on this old couch. Joe likes to think HE’S A GENTLEMAN. But he’s no man, he’s something else, but damn does he have a lot with them in common when there’s this beautiful creature purring under his touch. It’s poppet’s fingers combing through his hair, tracing his face that make his body hum above her. Her grip, demanding and urgent, and Joe wants to comply in every single way.

       ❛❛Mhmmm… then they’ll take what they see to their graves❜❜, Joe croons with delight, the words spilling into Rosalyn’s mouth. While he’s not particularly fond of the idea to get company, he doesn’t worry. Not much. And not ‘worry’. He’s more… peeved by the idea that they might have to end this prematurely after all the hassle to get this close. Even removing his most important piece of clothing. Yes. That was what irked ihm a little. Nonetheless… poppet grinding like that against his hips did all sorts of things to him. Surely he can hold out a little longer before he needs to cover his face again. Joe tugs on Rose’s lips with his teeth and drags his mouth further. Along her jaw, down her neck. His tongue worshipping A DELICATE SPOT in a dance with his mouth before he moves on past her clavicle, between her breasts. ❛❛How long you think we can hang in here?❜❜ Joe’s hand reaches back and pulls out a gun that is lazily gesturing to the window. // @savagecuhnt

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From Sue and Tommy, Eddie and Rose, Fiyero and Elphaba, Dmitry and Anya/Anastasia, Christian and Satine, Joe and Norma, Joe and Betty! Who is your favorite couple? ♡

[drewlyyours]

do you have a fave queer nd ship?

I honestly have always loved Rose Green x Abby Sideris (our fav bed & breakfast lesbians) from MHM because I ALWAYS (even 11 years old me) thought they were together, in no way do those two come across as just friends. Also, the absolute legendary vibe of the logical bill-payer and free-thinking fortune teller. Plus, I feel like it’s black cat and golden retriever energy but Abby is the dog and Rose is the cat.

Some less obvious ships…

I do love Deirdre x Nancy’s dynamic and ALL content that comes from it but to me, Nancy and Deirdre don’t always fit. HOWEVER, Nancy x Maya Nguyen would be my pick. All of The Final Scene is just Nancy screaming at people trying to get her girlfriend back. I wish we saw more of her. Nancy would be supporting her journalist girlfriend, and they BOTH go off and do amazing things, so neither is left back at home (no offense Ned)

Henry Bolet Jr. (CRY) x Ned Nickerson !!!!

Tex Britten x Mary Yazzie (it’s giving t4t, I adore them) (SHA)

At this moment I’m kinda feeling Joe Hardy x Dave Gregory (SHA). Midwest boi going on far off adventures but falling for hottie ranch hand with a heart of gold.

Lori Girard I would also headcanon is Trans, and her painful toxicity belongs with Tino Balducci. (TRN)

Also Letitia needs a wife.

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[h-l-v-kennedy-blog]

Part One: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

pairing: john f. kennedy/oc (sabrina e. overstreet) word count: 1,058 warnings: none, just some light bickering, but overall fluff summary: summer in Hyannis Port, 1936, a few months before Jack would enter Harvard, just as Sabrina would enter her freshman year at Wellesley College. a/n: part one, let's get this show on the road.

One summer, 1936, a few months before Jack would enter Harvard, just as Sabrina would enter her freshman year at Wellesley College. Jack was sick again, but not sick enough to be in a hospital, so he was just resting in his ground floor bedroom. Too much sun earlier, he had determined. A room that held the many books he had read or sought to read; from King Arthur to Marlborough. But at that moment it felt like the world was spinning if he kept his eyes open for too long.  

And then there was a knock on the door. Jack squeezed his eyes tightly shut before sighing and sitting up, reluctantly so and let out a “Come in” with that Bostonian drawl of his. 

The door creaked open and a head of sandy blonde hair peaked in. Sabrina, 17, dressed in a plaid shirt and beige shorts, greyish-blue eyes looking a bit embarrassed. “Were you sleeping?”  

Jack shook his head, though regretted it with a sharp pain in his neck, but he plastered on a pleasant smile.  “No... no.” He liked Sabrina...well of course he did. He liked girls, a lot. But Sabrina wasn’t like that. Firstly, he grew up with her, so she was like a sister to him. And secondly, she was too nice. Thirdly, she had been nursing a crush on his brother Joe for years (and it was very tempting to steal her away), but Kick had made it crystal clear that Sabrina was off limits to both boys (“She’s too good for you two, and otherwise I won’t have any friends at all who haven’t had their hearts broken by one of my brothers.” Kick’s voice rang through his ears). And to top it off, there was some strange joke between the adults that Joe Jr. and Sabrina would someday become a couple, even if Joe had only taken her to some courtesy outings to parties, which was only in group situations. So, he didn’t see an opening anywhere. 

“Oh, good.” She had a bashful smile on her face. 

“You don’t have to stay there, y’know? With only a floating head by the doorway.”  

She chuckled at his barb and nodded, pushing the door open wider so he saw her, head to toe. He rested on his elbows on the bed and couldn’t help himself from looking her over. Damn. 

“I...” She stuttered, a hand behind her back. 

“What are you hiding?” 

“Oh, I wasn’t hiding, I just finished Treasure Island and wanted to bring it back.” She brought the book out, his copy that he had only given her two days ago. 

“Put it where there’s room.” Jack wasn’t exactly the tidiest and his room reflected that, and the haphazardly lying articles of clothing was only one indication. 

She set it down on a desk and then looked around the room, wringing her hands slightly, as if looking for anything to say. “Can I...” But her voice was too soft, and Jack spoke before her anticipating pity and an offering for company which would be a part of said pity, “You don’t have to stay.” Which by her reaction he quickly got was not the right response.  

“I wasn’t...okay...” She stumbled over her words, murmuring the last bit and turning on her heel and shuffling to the door. Realizing his mistake he called out. 

“Wait, where are you going?” Which did make her stop. 

“Out.” Too vague. Not good.  

“Wait just a second, are you mad at me?” He ran a hand through his hair. She shook her head, but he couldn’t see her eyes to know the real answer. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes, I’m sure.” Sarcasm, he could hear it loudly in her usually gentle timbre. 

“You are mad.” 

“I’m not mad, Jack. I’m going because I can take a hint when to excuse myself.” Her voice held an undercurrent of frustration since he could really harp on the little things; like her tone. 

“I didn’t say that...” His voice trailed off. His voice was quieter with an ashamed embarrassed vulnerability attached to it. “...I wouldn’t mind the company.” 

“Would you now?” Now her tone definitely had sarcasm in it. He couldn’t hold back a rumble of laughter that escaped him. She turned her head, and he could see her confused eyes, irritation still floating in the pools of her eyes. “What’s so funny?” 

He quickly reeled himself in and shook his head. “Nothing, just stay and keep me company.” 

Her brows furrowed and tilted her head. “Just listen to me for once. Okay?” She scoffed at his words. Then a plea. Unfamiliar, but his. “Please.” She shook her head and sighed. 

“You Kennedys could talk a Republican into a Democrat if you so pleased.” Sabrina muttered under her breath. “And how shall I keep you company?” 

Jack shifted on the bed and pushed back the tantalizing thoughts that came to mind. No, no. “Read to me. There are plenty of options.” He gestured around the room. “Take your pick.” Please. 

Sabrina looked at the different titles around and picked something that wasn’t very “Jack”, but something more her taste, probably Kick had left it in his room. The Sonnets of William Shakespeare. Her fingers traced the spine of the book before picking it from a bookshelf and leafing through it. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” She started, making Jack chuckle as he lay with his hands behind his head, closing his eyes. “Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May/ And summer’s lease hath all too short a date...” She paced as her voice filled the air. Smooth, even, more confident with the Bard’s words of expression. Pictures of a dreamy fantastical fairytale crossed his mind as she read another sonnet, and he thought: staying behind from sailing wasn’t so bad after all. His eyes grew heavy, but he blinked them open enough to look at her disappearing off into those sonnets and not reading to him, but to some other...he saw it in her pace and the way the lines left her lips. Those weren’t for him, but he didn’t mind, he was there to hear it either way. But his eyes couldn’t stay open much longer. Her voice was the last thing he heard before drifting off. 

Part Two: (coming soon)

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[fxllfaiiry]

congratulations darling! but also… you wanna be my valentine? 💌💐

steve harrington — [ WATCH ] for muses to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise.

YESSS ofc I do, not even a question <33 sorry for answering this late btw!

warnings: smut! 16+ only

prompt: mentioned above

"Steve, why do you keep stopping?" You question panting. It started with an innocent movie night, which soon turned into something more.

"If you stay quiet I won't stop." Steve's fingers were buried in your tight pussy, he had a stupid grin on his face, he could see how hard you were trying to not grind against his fingers. "Just be quiet and keep watching, ok?" He started moving his fingers in and out of your gummy walls. It was becoming hard to stay quiet.

You had to stop yourself moaning every time his fingers hit the perfect spot. You were doing so good, but when you felt close to cumming, you let out a loud moan, making Steve pull his fingers.

"Steve no, please." You sobbed looking at him with a pout.

"Well, darling, just follow the rules next time."

[normalgirlatron]

gold/rose shipper son or joe x reader daughter?