#Super mom tee

[mashaly1986]

Best Mum in the World Mothers Day Womens Wider Cut T-Shirt

The Best Mum in the World Women's T-Shirt is a heartwarming and stylish way to celebrate the amazing mothers in your life. Here’s a detailed description:

Design: This T-shirt features a sweet and uplifting "Best Mum in the World" slogan on the front, making it a perfect gift for Mother’s Day or any occasion where you want to show appreciation. The bold, yet elegant lettering makes the message stand out, adding a personal and loving touch.

Fit & Style: Designed with a wider cut, this T-shirt provides a relaxed and comfortable fit, allowing for ease of movement and a casual, laid-back look. The wider cut adds to its versatility, making it suitable for all body types and perfect for everyday wear.

Material: Made from soft, breathable fabric, this T-shirt ensures all-day comfort. The high-quality material feels gentle on the skin and is ideal for casual outings, lounging at home, or running errands.

Occasions: This T-shirt is a thoughtful gift for Mother’s Day, birthdays, or just as a spontaneous gesture to show how much you care. Its cozy fit and meaningful message make it a favorite among moms who appreciate both comfort and style.

Versatility: The wider cut and simple yet meaningful design make this T-shirt easy to pair with jeans, leggings, or shorts. It’s perfect for relaxed days at home or casual outings with family.

Sentimental Value: Beyond its fashionable appeal, the "Best Mum in the World" message is a heartfelt way to express your love and admiration, making every mother feel special and appreciated.

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

getting intense joy from painting my nails wasn’t an expected outcome of my day but it is definitely a welcome one!

[leatherbookmark]

characters who have been traumatized/hurt/etc and lash out because of it instead of internalizing it like a good little victim are very interesting and engaging as characters. but people who take every single thing you do as a personal attack? christ alive

[bigboos61]

(via Super Mommio Funny Mom Shirt Long T-Shirt by Aldoralfox)

Super Mama Tee, Super Mom Tshirt, Mom Gift Tshirt, New Mama Gift Tee

[iiannabxth]

class of 09 girls + their aesthetics bc i’m tired of people not getting them.

(minor tw for sh & ed):

jecka: she’s literally a preppy, trendy 2000s teen. she wears lacoste/abercrombie polo shirts, hollister skinny jeans, american eagle, bebe jackets, and juicy couture. a lot of her clothes come from her mom’s job, as apparently her mom gets them for free.

she is a “pharma-princess” and openly idolizes paris hilton. she smokes cigarettes and casually abuses painkillers. she may be a little trashy, but she dresses like any other fashionable girl from that era.

nicole: for starters, shes lower middle class. her mom buys the cheapest internet and cable packages, as well as having nicole on the assisted lunch plan. with that being said, she’s not buying a ton of miss me jeans, bb belts, or affliction shirts. shes a hot topic/spencers fiend bc she can steal it. her outfits are usually a hoodie, tank top, or t-shirt with ripped skinny jeans- which is to say they aren’t very complicated. i think people get confused and try and dress her in the modern “y2k” fashion, but it doesn’t really work for her.

shes severely depressed and winning the idagf war, which is shown in her makeup and nails. i think her makeup routine is very messy and smudged, but thats lowkey the look.

emily: shes rich, but she doesn’t care or acknowledge it. she can buy whatever she wants, but chooses to go for the grungey/emo look. even though she’s the most “scene” character, she still follows a few trends- ex: the lifeguard hoodie. her hair is definitely damaged by the box bleach she uses and the excessive use of her straightener. i also think she 100% has raccoon eyes (in the avril lavigne-way.)

she parties with her sketchy boyfriends, day drinks, and does almost any drug she can get her hands on. she’s suicidal and highkey crazy, which results in her tattoos and scars. (the excessive SH-culture is completely on brand for the 2000s.)

ari: borderline manic pixie dream girl going through a sexuality crisis. she’s almost emo, but not quite. she wears winged eyeliner and red lipgloss. her wardrobe consists of mostly graphic tee shirts and skinny + bootcut jeans. she dyes her hair because “no one understands her,” but she still has a decent relationship with her parents.

she used to be a girl scout, so she definitely cuts her own hair and thinks it’s rebellious. i think her favorite shoe would be black high top converse.

kelly: is the definition of a trendy, trashy, 2000s girl. kelly is also rich (as stated by jecka.) she’s popular with the boys because she’s pretty, has big boobs, and dtf. she wears a lot of hollister, wet seal, juicy couture, and victoria secret. i think she would wear a full face of makeup to school. her hair is dyed blonde but she keeps the roots grown out just a little.

megan: 2000s THEATRE KID!! she’s ARTSY, not EMO. she’s apparently pretty, but not pretty enough to be constantly hit on. she wears a lot of media/pop culture clothing and jeans. (if she were in the 2010s, she would wear those hot topic disney dresses.) her hair color is her natural hair color and her nail polish is always chipped.

jecka & hunter say she’s a christian girlie, so most of her outfits are more modest and toned down compared to some of the other girls. she probably wears minimal makeup unless she’s doing a show.

karen: she’s dorky and nerdy to the extreme. she looks very mousy and homely. she likes twilight and harry potter + she works at a library (and is strict about the rules.) karen likes and is good at school. she probably only wears mascara and medicated chapstick + her glasses. she has a messy bob that she never styles.

she’s also insecure about her body, as jecka and nicole make her relapse on her ED, so she wears baggier clothing than any of the other characters.

i think she would wear sketchers and jeggings.

anywho, i like this game and im also super into the genuine 2000s fashion, so a part of me dies whenever i see someone say “nicole listens to ayesha erotica!!” or “jecka wears affliction and bb belts!” girl bffr.

[colebabey888]

The IT Girl Wardrobe Essentials | IT GIRL DIARIES

Creating the perfect IT Girl wardrobe is all about mixing timeless classics with a touch of trendy pieces for an effortlessly stylish look. The key is to build a closet filled with versatile staples while adding fun, fashion-forward items that show off your personality.

Here’s how to put together a wardrobe starting on your It Girl Journey :

The Magic of Basics 🎀

Every It Girl knows the importance of having great basics. Start with simple, well-fitting pieces, something similar to a plain white/black tee, a pair of skinny jeans or mom jeans ( skinny jeans are always trendy if you know how to style them ) .These items will be easy to mix and match, giving you endless outfit options. They can be dressed up or down and that's exactly the type of clothing items you want to have.

The Perfect Pair of Jeans 🎀

When it comes to my denims, I don't mess around! Invest in a good few pairs of jeans that fit you perfectly. Quality over quantity! Levi, Pacsun, REVICE Denim, these are are all examples on companies that sell high quality denims. Classic skinny or straight-leg jeans/mom jeans are super versatile and go with almost everything. It's never a bad idea to keep a few light denims around either but go with what fits your skin tone best. To keep things trendy, try experimenting with ripped jeans or wide-leg styles, but make sure to always have a classic pair for everyday wear. If you're going for a more classy/clean look, I would skip out in the spontaneous ripped jeans.

The Little Black Dress (LBD) 🎀

A little black dress is a closet essential for every It Girl. Whether you’re heading to a party or going out to dinner, the LBD is always a chic choice. Pick one that’s simple and elegant, so you can easily dress it up or down with accessories. There's nothing more to it, a simple black dress will do it for any occasion, any time of day!

Cute and Comfortable Shoes 🎀

Comfortable yet stylish shoes are a must. Make sure you have classic white sneakers, cute ankle boots for your rainy days , and a pair of strappy heels. On a hot sunny day, I love a good pair of black thong sandals, they pull every look together and give off the perfect touch of a 2000's vibe. Skinny jeans or a sundress, paired with good accessories and a handbag, black thongs for the win always.

Balancing Trends with Classics 🎀

The secret to It Girl style is blending your wardrobe basics with trendy pieces. Each season, pick a few fun items like a patterned scarf, oversized sunglasses, or a bold handbag to keep your outfits fresh and exciting.

The Power of Accessories 🎀

Accessories can really make your outfit pop! Invest in timeless pieces like gold hoop earrings, a simple watch. Then, mix in trendy items like layered necklaces, fun belts, or colorful purses to add personality to your look.

By building your wardrobe with these essentials and mixing in a few trendy pieces, you’ll achieve the perfect IT Girl style—chic, fun, and always effortlessly stylish. My style is definitely changing and upgrading every year so there will most likely be a part 2 of this next year. These are just a few tips and tricks I've picked up on throughout my It Girl journey so far, but we're all learning so if you have any tips yourself feel free to dump them in the comments, mwah!

xoxo, colebabey8.88

[majestyeverlasting]

hi writer! i love your fics :)

would you be down to write a fem!reader x eddie munson fic where eddie and reader go to a concert together for the first time & have their first kiss? i thought that’d be super cute, but write whatever feels right! thank you 💗

𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

Pairing Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary It’s a summer of firsts—your first road trip, concert, and kiss with Eddie. And you can feel in your bones that it's only the beginning of forever [fluff, 3.8k].

A/N Hi, anon! I loved this request so much. It went through a couple iterations before I settled on what felt right, but now it's finally here. Thank you for your patience. Enjoy!

.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・．

The lone call of a mourning dove registers as a distant beckon on the outskirts of your consciousness. It’s an airy, flute-like melody that seems to grow nearer as you’re coaxed further into wakefulness. Hardly any sunlight streams into the room, only a dull glow that rims the black curtains. As your eyes flutter open, you trace the Iron Maiden posters on the opposite wall before diverting your gaze to the base of Eddie’s dresser, where your packed duffle bag rests on the floor. 

Closing your eyes once again, you tuck your face back into the pillow. It smells like Eddie. A subtle fusion of pine, citrus, and the earthy notes of his skin. However, when you extend a blind arm to run alongside you on the mattress, the warm weight of his presence isn’t there. 

As if sensing your wakefulness, he saunters into the bedroom a couple seconds later. Artificial light pours in from the hallway, and a weak, disgruntled sound rises up your throat. 

He hears it. Of course he hears it. He reckons he’d be attuned to you even if he were miles away. But that doesn’t stop him from walking over and turning on the lamp on the nightstand too. You don’t have a chance to tug the covers over your head because he stills you the second your fingers curl around them. 

“Eddie,” you whine as you squint against the light. 

He squats beside the bed so he’s face to face with you. There’s a sleepy softness to his own gaze, but the upturn of his lips suggests he’s managed to tap into a well of energy within himself. Maybe not the deepest one, but sufficient enough to be unbothered by the fact that the red numbers on the alarm clock display a quarter past seven-o-clock. 

He’s already dressed for the day ahead. Blue jeans, black tee, and silver chain around his neck.

“Time to get up,” he coaxes. You can smell the mint toothpaste on his breath. “Nashville’s waiting for us, sweetheart.” 

He brushes a gentle knuckle across your warm cheek as his eyes briefly flit to your pouty lips. His touch is enough to cut through the remainder of slumber’s haze, reminding you of how excited you are to hit the open road with him for the very first time. 

••• 

It’s easy being with Eddie. You knew that way before you set off for Tennessee. It’s in the soft gazes he casts your way, the steady weight of his hand on your thigh, his curls as they wisp in the wind. Few people come around and make it feel as though you've known them a lifetime. 

Aside from the asphalt of the road, there’s so much green all around, like you’re cocooned in it. Sunlight plays through the trees lining either side as they glide past the windows. You’ve never seen Hoosier National Forest this way, fresh and alive in the early morning light.

Thirty-five minutes into the trip, and an appreciative silence has already fallen between you. The radio plays a hits station down low, and every once in awhile you find yourself humming along to a familiar tune as you gaze outside. 

A folded map rests in your lap, but Eddie hasn’t asked for directions since you left his trailer. It wasn’t news to you anymore, but he was scarily good at making his way around Southern Indiana. He could recall highway names and exit numbers with impressive ease. An acquired skill from moving around with his mom in his youth, skimming maps, and being a good listener when he wanted to be. 

Back when you first became friends, you were surprised to learn that he’d memorized the way to your house after one visit. At night, no less. He claimed it was because he had a pretty worthwhile incentive in you. 

As you continue cruising through the forest, Eddie’s fingers tap an absentminded beat on the steering wheel as his rings catch the light. It’s enough to draw your gaze from the window to study his lean, well-worn hands. The hands of a mechanic. There’s a grace to them too, even after years of fights he never started but always finished.

Thankfully, these days were different, as if the fog had lifted and people began to realize he was more than the rambunctiousness and rough edges they’d build around him in their minds. 

You were once part of the crowd that wondered and wondered some more about Eddie. But as surely as the stars shine in the night sky, getting close to him meant finally seeing the true picture of the boy who, day by day, is stealing more of your heart.

He can feel your gaze on him, but his eyes remain on the road as he bites back a smile.  

•••

Forty miles out from the motel, Eddie takes an exit off the highway and pulls into a Marathon station. A few other cars are parked at gas pumps and in front of the convenience store. The sudden stillness, paired with a gentle shake of your shoulder, prompts your eyes to flutter open. 

Eddie flashes a smile over at you as he unbuckles his seatbelt. “Mornin’, sunshine—again.” He reaches over to give your thigh a light squeeze. 

Before he can pull away, you take his hand in yours. “Sorry,” you murmur through a yawn. “I’m supposed to be keeping you company.” 

Eddie shakes his head. “You are,” he assures. “Even when you look like this,” he tips his head against the headrest with his eyes closed and mouth wide open. 

A snort escapes you, and you let go of his hand in favor of punching his shoulder. The blow isn’t nearly hard enough to hurt, but he massages his arm with a wince. 

“I don’t look like that,” you say through a laugh. 

“No,” he sighs in agreement. “You’re way cuter. Can’t even take it.” His lips curl into a grin, but you can see the sincerity in his eyes even then. 

Warmth rises to your cheeks as you bite your lip to keep from smiling wider. 

“Especially when you smile like that,” he says. 

This time, you gently push his shoulder. “Okay, stop, go pump gas,” you whine halfheartedly. 

He laughs as he slips out of the van and you miss him when he shuts the door behind himself. While he’s outside, you push your feet back into your Keds and adjust your shirt on your shoulders. 

Eddie eventually knocks on the driver’s side window and goofily mimes that he’s going to go inside. When he sees you turn to get out, he jogs around the front of the van to open your door for you. 

There’s a gentle breeze outside. The sun shines in an overcast sky. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you stretch your arms above your head, back arching in the process. Eddie’s eyes drift down to where your baby tee has rises to expose a sliver of your skin. 

You catch him, but all he does is meet your gaze with a soft smile. Fondness sparkles in the dark pools of his eyes like tiny stars. 

“All set?” He offers you his hand and you take it. 

You swing his arm as you begin walking. “You gonna buy me Sour Powers?”

“Whatever you want,” he promises, leading you towards the convenience store and whatever comes next. 

•••

Further away on the shoreline of Barren River Lake, children play in colorful swimsuits and bucket hats as they enjoy the still waters. Parents watch them wade and splash from blankets and folding chairs lined on the sand. 

Eddie stands with his back leaning against the side of the van, legs crossed and a bottle of Jolt Cola raised to his lips. There’s something about his lax stance, the intricate inkwork on his arms, the way his rings catch the sun. 

Despite the few other travelers who have pulled off the highway for a breather, his gaze remains on you. Though it’s not overtly clear through the dark lenses of his sunglasses, you have a hunch. It’s in the gradual upturn of his lips as you get closer, shorts riding slightly up your thighs.

By the time you position yourself directly in front of him, you’re able to confirm his pupils are fixed on you. Upon playfully leaning into his face, you’re met with the full brunt of his smile. It’s a little boyish and goofy, but all the more charming. 

“Hey, pretty,” he says before taking another sip. He licks away the excess that settles in the divot of his cupid’s bow. 

“Hi,” you say through a smile of your own. “How much longer do we have left?” 

“We’re about seventy-five miles out,” he thinks aloud. “So probably about an hour and a half, give or take.” 

You hum in acknowledgement, and reach out to fix a stray strand of his hair, then use that as an excuse to brush your fingertips along the stubble of his jaw in a featherlight sweep. The gentle attention makes his eyelashes flutter. 

“Stay right here,” you tell him. 

Eddie purses his lips but obeys, watching as you quickly round to the passenger side. When you come back, his Uncle Wayne’s black Polaroid camera is cradled in your grip like a prized possession. You hadn’t even asked to bring it, just plucked it off the shelf in their living room because it had already become just as much yours. 

You position yourself a couple yards away, and shuffle to the side until you’re aligned with Eddie. Even with the sincerity of your enthusiastic smile, an ember of self-consciousness flickers within him. Or maybe awareness is a better word. The awareness that the way he is in this moment, slightly tired with mussed hair from traveling, will live on forever. It’s a small price to pay for the invaluable notion of a memory. He’d never be this young on a road trip to Nashville with you again. 

“How do you want me, sweetheart?” he asks. 

“Just the way you are,” you say as you lift the viewfinder to your eye. 

His shoulders relax as he smiles. Something small and soft, just for you. 

•••

Melodic. That’s the way your laughter sounds as it arises. Eddie can feel your breath on his ear as your arms remain wrapped around his waist from behind. It does nothing to help with the way he fumbles to get the key in the motel room door. They’d already clinked to the ground once. Because you’re poking at him, and giggling, and making it impossible for him to focus. Warmth swells in his chest nonetheless because he quite likes you this way, giddy from your time on the road. He doesn’t hear his own exasperated laughter because yours drowns it out and swallows it whole. 

When he manages to get the maroon door unlocked, he pushes it open, but misses your touch as you let your arms fall from around him in a playful semblance of defeat. The faint scent of lemongrass welcomes you as you trail him into the modest room. A queen-sized bed is the centerpiece of the space, and you take in the tan, patterned comforter. The low, burgundy carpet. The popcorn ceiling. 

Eddie sets the key on the TV stand and props his hands on his hips as he peers over at you. There’s a pensive expression on your face as you push the curtains open further, letting more light in. For a second, nervousness rises in his gut. This isn’t the top of the line. Maybe if you squinted and dreamed, it could be something more. But not by any honest assessment of reality. It wasn’t supposed to be. One day he’d give you that experience. For now you have this. Cozy, familiar, and intimate. 

You smile teasingly when you meet his eyes again. “I know what we’re doing tonight,” you say, and Eddie waits for you to continue. “Mapping out our own constellations.”

A chuckle escapes him because he already knows you’re referring to the dotted nature of the ceiling. The crinkles by his eyes make you bite back a grin as you step closer to give him a proper hug. His strong arms give you a good, steady squeeze and, before long, you’ve closed your eyes and nuzzled into his shirt. There’s a faint tickle at your lower back as his fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt to stroke the bare skin. You could fall asleep just like this, standing in his arms, in the room that would be your home away from home for the next several days. It was perfect. All of it. This motel, the moment, him. 

Even though he insists you don’t have to, you venture back outside with him to bring your bags inside. It’s an excuse to admire the afternoon sky, not a single cloud in sight. A handful of cars are scattered within the parking lot. Across the way, there’s a fenced pool with a lone beach ball floating in the turquoise water. There’s a sleepy aliveness to it all. Each tiny sign of life mindful enough to not demand attention. The sound of car engines carries from the main throughway nearby.

“Hey, sweetheart?” Eddie calls out to you. 

Duffle bag slung over your shoulder, you join him at the back of the van. You wrinkle your nose when you see that he’s holding the camera. 

“Uh oh,” you say playfully. “Is it my turn?” 

When he nods, you do a quick scan for cars before backing up to strike a pose, one hand on your hip and the other extending towards the everlasting sky. The quick flicker of the flash seals the moment in time. 

•••

Later that night, Eddie watches you wash your face at the sink—albeit upside down. He lays stretched out on the bed with his head tipped backwards over the edge. Blood has begun to rush to his face, but he remains unfazed. Warm lamplight fills the room. The TV remains off, both of you having long given up on the lacklaster channel selection. A couple carry out bags from the diner down the road sit on the table. 

When you finish and pad back over to him, you playfully pinch his nostrils together, just long enough for him to make a muffled sound. The second you let go, he sits upright in an air of amusement and surprise. His curls are a fluffy, beautiful mess that he pushes out of his eyes. 

“I’m calling the cops,” he announces. “That was attempted murder.” 

“Premeditated, even,” you supply, unable to keep from smiling. 

Eddie swivels so that his legs hang over the bed, socked feet meeting the floor. “Here I was thinking you liked me.” 

“I’m afraid not.” You carefully step between his legs. “It’s all been an act.” You bring your hands to his head and comb through his curls, gently working through loose tangles that fall out easily. 

Eddie’s eyes flutter closed as he leans into your touch. You note how long his dark eyelashes are, how his lips part just so as his breathing steadies. He almost complains when you stop, but the gentle brush of your thumb across his lower lip silences him. 

Looking back up at you, there’s tenderness in your gaze alongside something a little braver and wanting. But it keeps itself tucked away, and he’s willing to let it remain in hiding if it means it’ll bloom into action when the time comes. 

“Well, I like you,” Eddie says, reaching out to snap the waistband of your satin pajama shorts. There’s an honest sparkle in his eyes, if not tinged with a hint of shyness. 

Then he keeps talking, “There’s this really cool band playing at the Lantern Room down on Lower Broadway tomorrow night. They do covers and some of their own stuff. I think you’d dig their vibe…” 

You hum in interest, so he continues. 

“And I just so happen to have two tickets,” he says, eyes softening even as a smirk pulls at his lips. “But, you know, if you don’t like me…”

“I do like you,” you murmur. “A lot. Probably an embarrassing amount.” 

You wouldn’t be surprised if, years from now, archaeologists find that fact written in stone. 

••• 

All of Lower Broadway buzzes with life. Pedestrians flutter about beneath the glow of neon lights. Music and laughter pour out of each door that opens. Back in Hawkins, places were only ever this alive on TV, in the movies, or somewhere else that seemed far, far away. The two of you let it soak. Let it settle beneath your skin and keep the pleasant flutter of excitement alive in your chests. A line of people file out of a larger venue at the end of the block. The illuminated sign out front catches your attention as it shines. 

River Gold at The Lantern Room, one night only.

Inside the Lantern Room, it’s a whole new world. The same frenetic energy of the night exists, but as a steadier, more sophisticated version of itself. Warm, overhead lights cast their glow, and short staircases on either side of the establishment lead down to the lower portion of the floor.

An older man with a long gray ponytail improvises a relaxed tune on the piano as people continue to get situated. Over at the bar, patrons sip on cocktails and whiskeys. 

Eddie leads you through it all, holding your hand so you don’t get separated in the crowd. As you take in the the dark wood of the high ceiling and the decorated walls, you almost miss him calling your name. 

“Sorry,” you say as you give him your attention. “What were you saying?” It feels like you’re raising your voice over the chatter, but you can’t tell.

Eddie chuckles, but doesn't miss a beat. “You look painfully pretty in that dress.” Warmth blooms in your cheeks, but then he says what he’d actually been trying to ask, “Where do you wanna sit?” 

You pout with a small shrug. “Close to the stage?” you say. “But maybe not too close—I don’t know. What do you think?” 

He guides the two of you down a short set of stairs to the main floor seating, where plush lounge chairs are arranged in pairs, separated by small, round tables. 

It isn’t long before River Gold takes the modest stage. Applause crescendos through the room. Eddie smiles over at you to find that your eyes are aglow as they’re fixed on the stage. 

The group is composed of four members. A tall man with a short, neatly shaped afro and flared jeans steps up to the foremost microphone. A cherry red acoustic guitar hangs over his shoulder, and he strums a low, nonchalant series of notes. 

“Thank y'all very much for the warm welcome,” he says, a smirk curling at his lips as he gazes around the room. The subtle eyeliner on his lower lashline accentuates his dark eyes.

“I’m Leon, and that’s Matty, Rocko, and Erika.” He points to the drummer, bassist, and pianist respectively, each receiving a quick swell of applause. 

“And we’re River Gold.” More claps and whistles arise. “This ain’t Beale Street but we’re gonna show y'all how we do it back in Memphis.” You smile when a particularly loud cluster of cheers arises from a group seated somewhere behind you. 

“We got a good show for y'all tonight,” he says, beginning to strum the opening notes of Stand by Me. “Don’t be shy to sing along.”

Leon lets the guitar hum under his voice before he leans into the mic to croon the opening verse, “When the night has come…” 

A cheer goes up as the rest of the band falls in behind him, smooth like honey. The thrum of the bass, the steady shuffle of the drums, the laxity of the rhythm. It already sounds like heaven. 

And it only gets better.

•••

Prince, The Rolling Stones, Tina Turner, Queen—River Gold sings covers from them all. With a couple of their own songs in the mix. Through it all, the crowd is wrapped under their spell. 

The two of you are closer to the bar now, standing behind a stretch of railing near the staircase. Eddie’s body is steady behind you as his hands rest on your hips, gently swaying to one of their soulful original songs, South of Forever. You close your eyes as the music washes over you. The drums vibrate through your chest. The gentle press of Eddie’s fingertips at your waistline anchors you to the moment. 

It isn’t long before something soft and plush tentatively meets the delicate skin behind your ear, accompanied by a puff of breath and the gentle tickle of hair. A beat later, another kiss grazes the shell of your ear. You fear that moving will make him pull away, but your shiver betrays you. Your eyes flutter open on the off chance you've slipped into a dream. 

When you peek back at Eddie, he's already looking at you. His heart beats faster in his chest. There’s a weight to his gaze, but you can bear it. A strong tug within you prompts you to turn around in his arms. 

Eddie strokes a gentle finger across your cheek before leaning, pressing his lips to yours. Warmth floods your chest at the newness of it all, the calculated softness of his lips as they move against yours. For a fraction of a second, he fears he doesn’t know what he’s doing, that he was too rash. But it’s easy with you. He can feel your fingertips steady themselves on his cheek before slipping around to scratch at the nape of his neck. 

If it’s one thing he’s ever been sure about, it’s you. And maybe that’s why he hadn’t kissed you sooner. Uncertainty had driven him to act fast for so much of his life, but never with you. He never felt the need to rush into anything out of fear it would fall apart. He knew you weren’t going anywhere. That you had time. That he’d know when the moment was right. 

Here, tonight, with you, he could feel it in his bones. That inner voice guiding a pull he couldn’t resist. 

For the few seconds the kiss lasts, it feels like you’re floating somewhere in the clouds. Far above Nashville and the rest of the world. Suspended outside of time and space. 

As Eddie slowly pulls away, Leon’s voice is there to welcome you back down to earth. 

“Just South of Forever…no lights in the rearview…recklessly ‘head with you.” 

(concert setlist visual)

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Thank you so much for reading! All likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. I promise I see them all!

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[juneberrie]

HANDS

SUMMARY - literally just a brain dump of hcs about their hands <3

CHARACTERS - percy jackson , jason grace , leo valdez , frank zhang

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PERCY JACKSON

percy wears rings ; specifically silver rings. i feel like he also wears bracelets, specifically silver chain bracelets or anything matching with you. also always has a hair tie or scrunchie on his wrist for u. his hands aren't super veiny - they're kinda smooth ?? idk how to describe them but theyre just veiny enough that 😵‍💫. his nails r pretty short i feel - his mom made sure he regularly cut them and never bit them. he does wear nail polish sometimes but half the time it gets chipped.

JASON GRACE

zoo wee mama this bitch has veiny hands <3 they go well w his BEEFY ASS forearms n biceps !! jason is so yummy ugh but anyways. he rarely ever wears jewlery i feel. only ever one ring on his middle finger and its just a plain band, silver with no engravings. his nails r kinda long-ish, bc he grew up with wolves and like he used to scratch people as a child i just know it. he can't stand if his nails are super long but he doesn't keep them as short as frank. his nails are actually really well kept ??? he only ever wears clear nail polish on them. also i feel like he uses hand lotion n shit ?? fancy ass

LEO VALDEZ

aughhhhhh he also doesn't have super veiny hands ?? theyre like just veiny enough tee hee. his hands + fingers r very calloused from all the work he does ( yk he's good w his hands 🤭 ) so they're kinda rough. his nails are short bitch. like short short. he grew up biting them so like. theyre short. i feel like he would only ever wear rings on super special occasions because he doesn't want them to get messed up while he's working. he definitely has a couple of scars on his hands from accidents he's had while working or just when he's being clumsy asf. he paints his nails a lot but it always chips after like twenty minutes.

FRANK ZHANG

this. mf. has big hands. theyre real veiny and they're BIG. they're really soft n always warm <3 he won't wear any other ring except for one his mother left him, its gold and it has his last name engraved on it. his nails r pretty short, thats just how he likes to keep them. i personally can't see frank ever painting his nails but maybe he'll let you do it just once, because it makes you happy. he'll take it off like an hour after but only because he doesn't like the way it feels on his nails.

[schluttforschlatt]

I come to you with another silly lil idea

Young Single Mom Reader x Tee-Ball coach Schlatt

(I’m leaving the child’s gender gn bc I played on a co-ed little league team 🤷🏻‍♀️ could also be gn reader, but it will have gendered language)

You’d had your child when you were young (like 18/19) and when your child turned 5, you decided it was time to get them involved in extracurriculars

You were not super knowledgeable about the rules and positions of baseball but figured you would learn along with your child

The first two “practices” were essentially just meetings, going over what gear you should buy and the ins and outs of how the team would work

On the first real day of practice, you sat in the stands of a local sports park, anxiously watching as your child walked up to home plate and took a few swings

After adjusting to holding the bat, one of the coaches gives them a high five, and sends them to the bench for the next kid to go to bat

This continued until all of the kids had gone and the process started over

The other parents had been completely engrossed in conversations with one another except for you

You feared this might have been because of how young you looked. Feeling slightly embarrassed, you got up from your spot on the bench and decided to stand by the dugout, asking your child what they wanted for dinner as a distraction. You’d stand there until practice was over

Just as you were getting ready for the walk back to your car, one of the coaches, the one you recognized helping the kids with their swings, introduced himself to you

You exchanged pleasantries, taking advantage of the moment to ask any questions you had in regard to both the team and the sport

The conversation flowed smoothly and you felt relieved that if you were being ostracized by the parents, at least you could talk to this coach, Mr. Schlatt

You said your goodbyes and headed back to the car, your child excitedly chanting about dinner and telling you about the new friends they made

The next week had started about the same, comfortably sticking to yourself once the kids had made it on the diamond, playing in the grass while waiting for the coaches

You decided to pull out your phone, quickly checking social media and clearing notifications as you waited

“You came back! Happy to see you, Ms (L/N),” the voice of Mr. Schlatt pulled you back to reality

“Oh! Sorry. Of course we’re back, (C/N) really enjoyed it and we plan on sticking this through!” You smiled, the gesture being reciprocated by the young coach. The longer you held eye contact, you couldn’t help but think that he was fairly attractive, causing a slight blush to crawl up your cheeks and ears

“Well, if you ever have any questions, feel free to ask away,” he replied, making his way onto the diamond

This practice ran a little longer than the last, you believed it to be because the kids were actually starting to play the sport. You watched your child at bat, then successfully run to first base

The next few practices were roughly the same, a handful of parents withdrawing from the program over time. Not enough to make a difference, though

Over time, the kids slowly worked on their skills and knowledge of the game. However, as the kids were improving, the situation parents was not. They would gossip and laugh with each other while you would attempt to block it out, focusing on the game

The scene before you brought a smile to your face, hoping that this would be a memorable experience for your child, something that might help define their childhood and your parenting

You starting daydreaming about their future, how well they would do in school, the kind of friends they’d make, while also pondering what you could do as their parent to do better for them. You wanted nothing more than for them to flourish where you had not been able to. You wanted to be the mother you wished to have had

“…or am I just that sexy?” A voice brought you out of your trance. “What?!?” You choked. Mr. Schlatt let out a light chuckle, before repeating his previous sentence

“I said, ‘Are y’ having a nice daydream, or am I just that sexy?’

[heartfullofleeches]

thoughts

brie would go feral over virgin lust demon darling having like, a demonic form, preferably with big honkers

Yan "Delivery Boy" + Virgin Lust Demon Reader

[Very brief body horror]

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"So.... A demon, huh?"

Friends tells friends everything. Their fears, their hopes, their secrets. That's how things play out in the movies, anyway. It's hard keeping up with people reaching out a branch of friendship when you seldomly have the stamina to keep up with them or even pick up their calls.

"Yeah! My mom was a demon and my dad's a regular old human.... Or- was it the other way around? I haven't talked to either of them in forever."

As skeptical as anyone would be in his position, Brie felt there had to be a pinch of veracity to your proclamation. Cuteness like yours wasn't a natural feat. His stomach was still raw with the flutters of anxiety retailing the night he showed up on your doorstep to be met with that clueless, charitable smile of yours.

"Oh, yeah?" Brie challenges with a small smirk. "Well if you're a demon, you should probably know what I do to your pizzas before I hand them over to you.

Brie's hands promptly fly over his mouth, every aspect of himself screaming at him for almost letting his own little secret slip through the cracks. Luck being on his side, you merely laugh off off his statement as you spring up from your place on the couch.

"You'd better not be stealing any of my toppings! I pay good money for every slice... Least I used to before all those vouchers you gave me... I can show you if you really don't believe me... I trust you, Brie."

Brie melts into the couch cushions, vulnerability and trust in your eyes welding him in place as you apprehensively fiddle with the sleeve of your shirt - awaiting his answer.

"O..okay." He stammers, tongue tied as the ceiling lights perfectly illuminate every one of your features that keeps him awake at night. "Sure, I guess... Show me."

"Great!" Kicking off your shoes, your limbs grow stagnant as your eyes roll back in their sockets - veins branching outward cross the whites of your scleras till they are reduced to a milky ruby hue. Your fingertips elongate, skin merging with the keratin of your nails as they sharpen into razor points.

Sickening cracks and pops can be heard as the bones of your spine snap to make room for more. Breaths piercing and ragged, your chest swells with each draw of air you pull in - testing the resilience of your formly loose fitting tee shirt as your bust ballons to your noticeable uptake in size.

Rolling your now forked tongue over flat teeth, your toothy grin still holds that realm of innocence as you gaze down at Brie.

"Well?"

Brie jumps as something heavy hits the floor - twin tails swishing back and forth in anticipation. Horror should have been the prominent force driving through him. Fear and terror is what he should have felt. Those were the emotions a coward would experience in this moment, and as a man who branded himself spineless for being unable to express his love to you in a normal and sane way perhaps he was braver than initially believed.

"titties...."

Cocking your head to one side, confusion takes the forefront of your expression. As your hair falls over your face, small, nubby horns can be seen at the bases of your temples.

"Did you say something, Brie?"

"H-huh?! Me?? Course not. You're probably just hearing the ceiling fan." He certainly didn't mention your chest- Nor was he seconds away from spilling into a feverish tangent about how desperately he wanted your massive breasts in his face, and preferably his mouth. That'd be crazy-

Brie peals out of his jacket as if it were on fire, balling and shoving it between his thighs as he laughs - shepherding his eyes anywhere but the dip in your shirt.

"Whew- Man, it's chilly in here! I should've worn longer pants! Hahaha-"

"I can bring you some blankets?"

"No thanks, I'm good! You're super cute by the way! Even more so in this form. Your tits- Fuck! Tails! R-really caught my eye."

[joeys-babe]

Joey B blurbs: Isn’t She Lovely

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Summary: Joe brings the twins with him to one of his press conferences, but all Miles seems to want is ‘Momma’.

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic

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*No particular date for this fic!*

(Joe’s pov)

“Joe, my mom’s calling. Can you take the boys with you?” - you

“To my conference??” - Joe

y/n, Tyson, and Miles came over to Paycor today to watch us practice.

Afterward, I and a couple of the other guys stayed back to play football with the kids. The guys made a few jokes after Tyson successfully threw a spiral at two years old. I thought it was accidental, but Ja’marr and Tee swore it was the ‘Burrow gene’.

Now that almost everyone had left the stadium, y/n and the twins were allowed to come into the locker room with me.

y/n got on to me about how messy my locker was. I told her it was fine, but Tee made a ‘Happy wife, happy life’ joke saying I should clean it.

In the end, I knew I would end up doing it anyway to please her because that woman had me wrapped around her finger. She has since high school.

Currently, I was just about to step into the media room when y/n came rushing up to me, the twins behind her, saying that her mom sent a text saying call me ASAP.

Zac had just walked out from his conference, and he heard our conversation.

“You’re allowed to take ‘em in if you want to. I know you would rather be with them than have someone else watch them.” - Zac

“Yeah, okay. Thanks.” - Joe

“No problem, kid.” - Zac walked off

y/n stood in front of me, her phone still ringing, and I made a split-second decision.

“Go ahead, I’ll take ‘em, baby.” - Joe

“Thank you, you're the best, Joe.” - you

She looked around to see if anyone was present, and when there wasn't anyone, she pressed a quick peck to my lips.

I watched her speedwalk down the hall toward the women's bathroom to have some privacy, and I bent down to the twin's level.

“You guys have to go in there with me for my press conference, okay? You know those videos you watch of me with Mommy where the people ask me questions?” - Joe

“Yeh!” - Tyson

“You guys are gonna sit on my lap for one, okay? If you wanna leave at any point tell me.” - Joe

“Ok, Dada.” - Tyson

“What about you Miles? Sound good?” - Joe

“Sound great, Daddy.” - Miles

I stood up and picked them both up, one in each arm, and walked into the media room.

It was kinda funny watching the reporter’s faces turn to shock. They knew I was a reserved, closed-off person, and that I hated the media, so for me to bring my kids in here was surprising to them.

Pulling my chair out, I sat down and situated the boys on my lap. One sat on each leg.

Tyson laid his head on my shoulder while Miles was looking around, trying to figure everything out.

“How’s it goin’.” - Joe

Everything was silent.

“What’s this?” - Reporter 1

“A one-time thing.” - Joe chuckled

Everyone in the room laughed before a reporter spoke up.

“Who are these cuties?” - Reporter 2

“They're my two-year-old twins. Wanna say your names?” - Joe

I almost laughed as Miles immediately lept forward and grabbed the mic.

“I’m Miles.” - Miles

His voice was super loud in the speakers from how close he was to the mic, and I couldn't help but bust out laughing.

Eventually, I pulled Miles back into my lap and nudged Tyson. He silently shook his head.

“This is Tyson. He's my little mini-me and doesn't like the media like his daddy.” - Joe

The room laughed again before I continued talking.

“You guys can interact with the boys for a little bit but I'm here to talk football.” - Joe

For the first time since I walked in, the room fell silent, till Miles spoke up.

“Momma!” - Miles

“Someone wants his momma.” - Reporter 3 laughed

“Yeah. She’s on the phone, which is why I had to bring ‘em in here.” - Joe

“Momma?” - Miles looked up at Joe

“She’s on the phone, buddy. If you guys can't already tell, he's a momma’s boy. He’s more like her than me personality-wise.” - Joe

“So he’s social?” - Reporter 2 jokes

I laughed as I nodded my head, finding his dig at me to be funny.

“Momma!” - Miles whined

“Guys, excuse me, but I'm probably gonna have to call my wife.” - Joe

This was the most unorganized thing I've ever done.

Pulling my phone out to call y/n, she answered pretty fast.

“Hello? Are you still in your conference?” - you

“Yes, but can you come get Miles? He wants you like bad.” - Joe

“Oh yeah, of course. I’ll be right there.” - you

“Okay, good. See you in a sec.” - Joe

“I won't say I love you, so you don't have to say it back. I know you don't want that being picked up on the mic.” - you laughed

“I love you too, bye.” - Joe smiled

“What?!” - you

I hung up just after that, not caring that I said it right into the mic.

“She’s coming to get this one.” - Joe

I nodded at Miles, then realized he was waving directly at a female reporter.

Just a few seconds went by before the media room door opened and y/n walked in.

She looked at me, unsure of what to do, so I flicked my head telling her to come in my direction.

y/n walked up the platform steps and took Miles from my lap, who was smiling from ear to ear.

“Do you wanna go with Momma too?” - Joe

Tyson shook his head no and sat up, now facing the room of seated reporters.

I leaned the mic away from my mouth and whispered to y/n.

“Thanks, Mama. You look beautiful by the way. I'll see you after this is over.” - Joe grinned

She grinned at me, her cheeks flushing as she situated Miles on her hip before waking away.

When I faced the reporters and fixed the mic back to point toward my face, they all had smiles on their faces.

“Did… did you guys hear that?” - Joe

All at once they all said yes, yeah, mhm, yup.

My cheeks turned red from embarrassment, this was an absolute trainwreck.

“So… Tyson, what can you tell us about your daddy? What does he do at home?” - Reporter 3

“Uhm…” - Tyson sighed

All of the reporters laughed, finding it so funny that Tyson just pulled something so characteristically me.

“He is just like you!” - Reporter 1

“What do I do at home, Ty?” - Joe

“Kiss Mommy.” - Tyson giggled

I immediately groaned and covered my face with my hand. Tyson kept on laughing, and so were the reporters.

“I’m getting exposed right now.” - Joe

“We, Uhm, pway foot…ball.” - Tyson

“We do.” - Joe nodded

“That’s it.” - Tyson blabbered

The room laughed once again till a reporter spoke up.

“So all he does is kiss your mom and play football?” - Reporter 3

“Mhm!” - Tyson

“Pretty accurate, not gonna lie.” - Joe

“Joe, you're pretty smitten with your wife, yeah?” - Reporter 5

“Have been since high school. She’s the best though. The best mom, wife, best friend… and so much more. She keeps me grounded. I know I usually keep my personal life separate from football, but I love her more than anything.” - Joe

“More than football?” - Reporter 2

“More than anything.” - Joe reiterated

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Authors note: though Joe would never do this, let's just imagine he would.

Request for this fic;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

[scp230kinnie]

Hi, would you okay writing some general headcanons on what it would be to date Hunter Sylvester from Metal Lords? Also, I just realized that he has mommy issues, and I have daddy issues so we’re perfect for each other💀

Yes :3

Hunter Sylvester dating Headcanons 😻

(Mostly gender neutral)

Likes to be little spoon but won’t admit it😇

Doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together for, he still gets a bit embarrassed with lovey dovey stuff, but will do it anyway

He definitely has a mild fear of commitment. After his mom leaving (I’m so sorry💀) he STILL doesn’t trust that people won’t leave him

Hunter is attracted to confidence (not to be confused with arrogance) in a partner.

His standards for appearance are fairly low, however, he's looking more for personality than appearance.

Okay so you know how guys will “serenade” girls with their guitar and stuff,,, yeah. He doesn’t want to think of it as serenading, mostly just flexing his guitar skills on you

Everyone seems to forget that he’s CANONICALLY a mega virgin. He is not super flirty or anything. He’s probably never held hands with a girl.

You will probably have to be the one to initiate dates

When he does happen to be the one to initiate dates, it’s taking you to metal concerts lol

If you ask him out, he'll probably think that you're joking with him. He'll probably spend the entirety of the date thinking that.

He is insanely stubborn, so if and when you guys argue, he will absolutely stand his ground

Fights aren’t really that common, just because you’re probably his first partner, and he really doesn’t wanna mess that up.

If you guys are close enough, he does get clingy, but he doesn’t like to show that in public.

He would also never admit it.

He doesn’t let ANYONE except you play with his hair🙏

While I mentioned he has commitment issues, he does get attached very quickly

He’s also the jealous type for sure. He definitely doesn’t like seeing other guys flirting with you.

Or talking with you

Or looking at you

Moving on

He MIGHT share his clothes with you.

His hoodies/sweaters, automatic yes. He loves how they look on you

His band tees, usually a yes.

His jewelry and stuff is a hard maybe. Depends how he feels that day

He doesn’t like crying in front of you (or at all). He thinks it makes him less of a man

Sometimes he will let you comforting though

On the other hand, if he sees you crying, automatically full protection mode.

He will comfort you, buy you whatever you want, and threaten to punch whoever made you feel like that

Speaking of buying you things, he always does. If you’re in a store, looking at something like “hmm this looks good” he will pick it up and immediately have his dads credit card coming in clutch

If you’re type of person who smokes/drinks, he will let you, but he won’t be supportive of it. Seeing as he doesn’t do stuff like that.

He really doesn’t like seeing you drunk/high. He’ll be like “told you so” then proceed to take care of you/ be your tripsitter.

Tbh he does not care if you get hungover. He’ll just say some shit like “told you that’ll happen” then get you some aspirin and water then leave you to fend for yourself for a bit😭

He makes so many playlists for you, all consisting of his music taste

He also writes songs for you ❤️❤️❤️

The end guys

[loveolderguys211]

a lil smth about game day w/ Joey bbbb

Things u need to know — super fluffy, she is described as being short and smaller than him (I’m sorry tall girlies, I’m a short gal 😔), you play at Nebraska, no smut but def some whispers of it, it’s my first fic I’ve ever wrote so ntm on it yall 😔

College athlete 🏐!reader btwww!! She’s in her senior season dw guys 🫣

You smiled brightly as you sat up in the suite for family of players, you were right next to his mom and dad, and one of your good friends, Mia Kilten, who was a girlfriend of one of the guys. It was nice to be around these people again, it wasn’t often you had any time off during the season, you had a extremely rare 3 days off so you decided to fly out from Nebraska last night and come to watch your boy and the bengals play. You crossed your leg over the other and grabbed your phone, a notification from your QB1 popping up,

‘I love you, pretty girl. I’ll be looking for you in the crowd.’

You smiled to yourself, thinking about him trying to find you in the sea of bengals orange.

‘I love you too shiesty, kick some ass tonight and you might get victory sex ;)’

Joe, down in the locker room, had to take a deep inhale at what his girl had just texted him.

‘Yes ma’am’

It was a great game, two talented teams going head to head always was. The bengals won by 10 and it was a fight all the way through. Your guy even ran one in himself, his little celebration griddy making you laugh at him. He did, however, look at up at you and blow you a kiss. You blushed when he did that, he always did stuff like that, but it made you giddy every time.

When everyone started to go down and onto the field, you joined them, walking down with Mia. Joe was talking to a reporter when he locked eyes with you, he politely ended the conversation and ran over to you. Your big, bright smile made his night even better as picked you up and hugged you, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled your head back to place a kiss on his lips. He set you down after that and looked you up and down.

“God, mama, you look good.” He groaned, and you smiled. Your hair was down, curled, and you had on some light makeup, and lots of gold jewelry. You wore on an oversized bengals hoodie with ‘BURROW’ on the back of it, the number 9 right under it, a pair of plain black lulu leggings that ended just above your ankle, and a pair of custom bengals air maxes. It was simple, but boy did your guy love you in leggings. He loved your thick thighs and defined calves, and most of all, he loved your ass.

You once again leaned up to kiss him, one hand on his huge bicep and another on the back of his head, to pull him down to you. He leaned down to your level, one arm enclosing around your waist and the other hand sneaking down to your ass, giving a gentle squeeze. You giggled, and gave him a light slap to the arm, “Behave, Joey!” He sighed, “Fine, fine.” Little did you know, a camera had caught that moment and sent fans reeling over you two.

J’marr and Tee walked over to you guys, dapping up Joe and hitting each other chest to chest as men did. J’marr gave you a friendly hug, one arm wrapping around you, and so did Tee. You knew these two very well, considering they always came over to your house to steal your homemade food AND your boyfriend, and J’marr even came to one or two of your games last season with Joe. “You guys down for dinner tonight? We were thinking roadhouse.” J’marr asked, and joe looked down at you, waiting for your answer, “Yes of course!” You smiled, excited to hangout with your friends and your boyfriend again, and that also meant you would get to spend some time with the other girlfriends and wives, who you adored.

After the interview after the game, you and Joe went out to his car. He now had on a pair of baggy jeans and a hoodie, his hair damp from his shower. He closed the trunk after putting his huge bag in it, and walked over to you, “Thank you for coming, I love it when you’re here. I know it’s hard, so it means a lot that you’re spending your few days off with me.” He said, so sincere and full of love. “Of course, Joey, there is no where else I’d wanna spend it.” He gave you a kiss, opening your door for you and going back to the drivers side, hopping in.

When you got to the restaurant, you quickly spotted the huge group, full of players and wives. You and Joe went over and sat down, a chorus ‘hey joe!!’ And ‘hey y/n/n, how you doing!!’ Joey pulled out your chair for and you sent him a smile.

You had gotten a steak, some mashed potatoes, and some asparagus, and you had obviously eaten about 5 of their rolls. Joe too, you guys both loved their rolls, despite the diet you both have to be on. One of the girls turned to you and started talking to you, you looked over at her, you knew her, she was sweet. “So, y/n, how’s your season going?” You smiled, “It’s going great, we’re undefeated right now. We got the big ten conference match coming up soon so there’s that to look forward too!” You rambled on about the sport you loved, and the sport you were pretty damn good at. You were the starting Libero at the university of Nebraska (sorry lex), you were a 3x 1st team all American, a 2x libero of the year, and a 2x Gatorade player of the year back in high school. Joe has always shown you off, taking every chance he can to brag about his girl and her accomplishments.

The night went on, laughter and chatter filling the restaurant, happiness flowed through everyone, who doesn’t love a big victory right? After a few hours, the night came to a close, and everyone was paying their bill and heading home. Hugs and Dab ups were shared.

The ride home was quiet, not awkward, just the Cincinnati fall breeze and the music humming from the radio filled the silence. Nights like this were what made all the waiting and missing each other worth it. When you guys got back to his home, and partly yours during the off season, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other, he was grabbing and groping and pulling, as were you.

After he fucked you so hard you saw stars and tears started flowing from your eyes, the two of you cuddled close and you grabbed your phone, looking at what your best friend, and teammate sent you on TikTok. Well, it was you and Joe.

The audio on the TikTok was some Weeknd song and it was the clip of you guys kissing, his hand squeezing your ass and yours squeezing his huge biceps, his body was huge next to yours, him towering over. It drove the fans wild, you showed Joe and he blushed, smiling bashfully. “What can I say? I love my girl.” You smiled, and opened the comments.

“I’m literally crawling up the wall look at him 😫”

“His hand is so big compared to her im screaming”

“THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE”

“Y/n living everyone’s dream rn 😔”

“Idk who I wanna be in this scenario”

“His arms bro 😫🙏🙏 same y/n”

“Nobody talk to me ever again I’m not okay after this”

“The size difference we all deserve 🙃🙏”

You laughed at the comments and Joe chuckled too. He scooted down on the bed and rested his head on your chest, pulling you impossibly closer, drawing little circles with the pads of his rough fingers. “I love you, y/n” He whispered, just before he dozed off in your arms. You following soon after.

Well yay, it’s over

[glowettee]

✧ thrifting guide for the girlies: part 1/10 - getting started ✧

hey lovelies! mindy here from glowettee 🎀

today we're starting a super detailed guide/series on how to become a thrifting queen. i've been thrifting for years and honestly? it's become my favorite way to build a dreamy wardrobe without breaking the bank.

first things first, let's talk about why thrifting is literally the best:

it's so budget-friendly (more money for your coffee runs!)

it's sustainable and eco-conscious (we love mother earth)

you can find unique pieces that nobody else has

vintage treasures that tell stories

designer finds at fraction of the cost

before you start your thrifting journey, here's what you need to know:

mindset matters don't go in expecting to find everything in one trip! thrifting is like a treasure hunt, and sometimes the best finds happen when you least expect them. patience is key, bestie.

2. basic supplies to bring:

a tote bag (save the planet + look cute)

hand sanitizer

measuring tape

your phone for quick style checks

cash (some places don't take cards!)

3. wear the right outfit

fitted tank or tee

leggings or slip-on bottoms

slip-on shoes

minimal jewelry

pro tip: wear something that makes trying on clothes super easy because not all thrift stores have fitting rooms (shocking, i know).

4. timing is everything

weekday mornings are usually the best time to go thrifting. most stores restock during the week, and the morning crowd is smaller. avoid weekends if you can - that's when everyone and their mom is there.

5. location research

make a list of thrift stores in your area and check their reviews. some areas have better thrift stores than others, and wealthier neighborhoods often have designer donations. google maps is your bestie for this!

thrifting is an art and a skill that gets better with practice. don't get discouraged if your first trip isn't a major success - we all start somewhere!

next post i'll get into how to spot quality pieces and what sections to hit first!

stay tuned! ✨

xoxo, mindy

[spider-ghoul]

ok so like im also one of the biggest leo valdez fan girls/boys and i would be so happy if someone wrote a leo valdez x aphrodite!reader ? it could be headcanons or a fic, idc <33

also ofc u dont have to if u dont want to !!

idc abt the plot either :p

Yessss

Lovely

Leo Valdez x Aphrodite!reader headcannons

Warnings: slight insecure leo? Nothing i can think of! Lmk if theres somthing i should add

-he met you on his first day of camp (maybe you showed him around and not will solace but it doesn't really matter)

-he Started flirting with you like... immediately.

-(are you kidding?? Ofc he did- look at you)

-and then, once y'all actually got to talking.. he really liked you

-so he talks to piper and immediately shes like

-'yep this is gonna happen.'

-and then Leo's in the Aphrodite cabin 24/7 hanging with Piper (trying to talk to you cough cough)

-your like definitely aware he likes you, its obvious, plus like Aphrodite kid- your pretty in tune with emotions

-y'all could start dating in a few different ways, but i think he would try n be really romantic about it-

-"i mean their mom is the love goddess! Of course I'm going all out-"

-maybe he tries to write something in the sand and take you to the beach or something (he has to do this at least twice before learning about tides)

-and boom! Together!

-leo Valdez is always so heart eyes coded!!!

-staring at you all. thE. TIME.

-if you mention this he'll just be like

-'well i went though all the trouble to make you mine soooo... I get a pass'

-and you'd roll you eyes and he'd be like...super proud of himself

-yk nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter?

-yeah, that's you two.

-but theres a few downsides cuz i cant just let him be happy

-your gorgeous. Even if your not what society deems 'attractive', everyone thinks you look amazing.

-guys and girls hit on you all the time- you can turn them down politely and all that but a few just keep trying

-leos not really jealous, just insecure.

-he's always worried that you'll start to see him like he sees himself... Which is NOT good

-but your always amazing at shutting that down

-"babes, you really think any of them? They're shallow. You're the only one for me, i promise."

-he's cried during that talk a few times

-but yall belong together so hard

-my mans also wants to hold your hand so bad

-like SO BAD

-all the time

-sleepovers in your cabin are mandatory

-plus sneaking out to bunker 9

-lots of pda

-neck kisses tee hee

-Idk how to end these

but ya! That's all i got, though i love this dynamic sm!! Feel free to request more!! Id love to do this w/ different godly parents/promts

[zmbiiskullz]

sal fisher hcs !! (it wont let me do - and then type anymore)

tbh ive seen some ppl saying sals dad dyed his hair with sal and i think thats the silliest thing ever

two things i think are pretty accurate: either he learned how to cook on his own cuz his dad's out working pretty much VERY often ORRR he orders food (mostly pizza and chinese food), but if he's lucky and lisa cooked? good lord u KNOW he's going to be munching down on her cooking

at the bottom of his jeans (due to being short and wearing slightly baggy jeans) the ends have rips he has no intention of fixing them anytime soon cuz he thinks it looks cool

tbh i dont think he rly cares much about his lil chub, he wears tight band tees with his slighty baggy jeans yk and it looks good everytime he does not miss

again talking about friendship bracelets, he has a few from past sleepovers with the gang

he doesn't wear cuffs like larry but he has a skull bracelet he wears everyday

kay his converse are severally beat up like so close to ripping a mouth

he prefers to cut his own hair, he hates the overpowering smell of chemicals but he does get advice for taking care of his hair

his hair is super soft like srsly soft

he loves wearing black sweaters and flannels tbhhh... i feel like it's his lil thang

when he's nervous he scratches the back of his neck and picks at his fingernails

kay, larry might be the cook but sal? he's an absolute baker. got it from his mom. she def wrote down recipes in a notebook before she died for sal when (the original plan was to do it when he got older) but yk erm!

his playlist !!!

this is all i had sry for the long long long wait😭