#and Ronnie looks insanely happy

[seeingivy]

Hello dear Ronnie!

I’m just flying by in your ask box! I hope you’re doing better and if not, I hope things start to look up! Some random things on my mind to share with you… I’ve been listening to Not dead yet by Lord Huron on repeat! Highly recommend when you’re feeling kind of down. Also Happy Fall! It’s kind of insane how fast and slow this year felt but regardless I hope you had a pretty good year.

I honestly wish I talked to u more on here but I tend to forget about tumblr here and there. But please stop by my inbox whenever 🫶

hello my beloved!

thank you for flying by <3 i'm trying to do better but it seems that random things keep working against me! it's a little hard but im trying my best to take it day by day and trust the plan.

ahhh ive been listening to stuff that's all over the place lately. i love love love the new sympathy is a knife remix with ariana grande!!! the role model somebody else cover and gracie abrams ilyis vevo version has been on the on repeat

(im seeing role model on friday!!!)

and don't worry!! its always such a joy to see you in my notifs, you are the sweetest

[fatmaclover]

12,19 or 23 for mac :-3?

12: What's a headcanon you have for this character?

unibrow mac my beloved <33 if we're talking something more serious though i think itd be that hes got. COMICALLY gay music taste. fag club music is definitely his jam but hes got to get into gaga n shit for my own mental health. this is supported by the fact that in its a very sunny christmas (sorry to bring this ep up again) he literally has TWO rainbow jimi hendrix stickers on his closet door 😭 bud.... howd it take you this long youre literally making your own allegories 😭. sorry im gonna take this one to also say i think he should be More tatted up. rob you can rid yourself of your tats all you want but i know mac gets a tattoo for every boyfriend hes able to keep for longer than a week in my heart. their name right on his skin. this is Always what makes them break up with him.

19: A relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

i feel like "like" is a pretty broad thing for me. i can fucking despise something but it can still be interesting and i still like it. UNFORTUNATELY this is the case about mac and his parents. dear God actually a wretched family dynamic that attacks literally all of my insecurities with some of my own family. something about always making noise, always making a show but never being seen or heard really gets to me. the way even now mac makes it blatantly obvious what hes needing/wanting for emotional fulfillment, but his friends treat him just like his parents did because thats easier than sitting down and dealing with his issues. hes always been ignored so whats a little more?

theres a lot i could go into with this one. how being ronnie the rat was the only time mac would get seen, so of course he was incentivized to keep being a total snitch. how it seems that even joyce ended up adopting those methods against mac, being plenty apathetic towards things that were important to him (not even saying that her blowing him off is undeserved. its very much deserved even if its still a total dick move and heartbreaking that joyce would actively see the environment mac grew up in, and then decide to keep that cycle going for him). the way macs immediate family has interacted with him has affected. so much of his life that its insane. sorry that i wrote a lot about this one its just been on the mind.

oh i suppose i could also say him and carmen. i love you carmen i wish mac was normal you two would be unstoppable as a tgirl and her pet doberman fag duo. im glad youre happy just raising a kid with ur husband tho pls never come back and enjoy your life away from these freaks

23: Favorite picture of this character?

here are the jokey contenders oh my fucking god im sorry. theyre the like basic bitch mac images but theyre so fucking funny to me i think about them 24/7. literally whenever i bring up if im soying over something i want you to picture the second image thats what im doing

for a more serious answer, genuinely i adore nearly every scene fat mac is in. though i suppose the penultimate image of fat mac WOULD be the how mac got fat one

sorry hes like an angel to me here. in the grimy fuckin confessional n all.

i think this one is like. very easily first more than that other one but my shame makes it tied for first instead

sorry. ill stop. dont give me power by letting me post mac images i will empty my whole camera roll going "and isnt he so cute here? and here? and look at his smile here. and look how cute he and joyce are here" until literally every frame of fat mac or mac and joyce in frame together is posted.

fav img of mac and joyce together is them writing in mac and charlie write a movie. purely because i associate it with you and rambling about joyce and joymac for hours. without that association is the fucking cowboy photoshoot from mac and charlie die. sorry. basic answer there too

[christiangeistdorfer]

thank u ever so much to the dearest girl @cazzyf1 to do this cute little f1 tag 😘 thank u caz <3

WHO IS YOUR FAVOURITE DRIVER? it changes every time i am asked, i guess the one who will always appear in my favourites list is john watson, forever and always 🥰🥰 the more i learnt about him, the more i loved him. i have a video of him yapping for 30+ mins in my tabs.

DO YOU HAVE OTHER FAVOURITE DRIVERS? so many, too many. i guess the ones at the moment are patrick depailler, whose name i recently learnt how to spell without looking up - very big achievement! wolfgang von trips, jack brabham, peter revson, jim clark, chris amon [when are u finally gotta see him as hot??? mhm???? i seriously will not rest] bruce mclaren, carlos pace, riccardo patrese, ronnie peterson, piers courage, the italian drivers of the 80s somehow.

WHO IS YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE DRIVER? no! i'm not really big into the modern f1 so i'm not a huge fan of any of them but there isn't a driver i don't like. i'm just indifferent towards them. i'm also very forgiving !

DO YOU PULL FOR DRIVERS OR DO YOU LIKE TEAMS AS WELL? i mostly focus on the drivers! they are the personality of the team for sure!

IF YOU LIKE A TEAM, WHAT TEAM DO YOU PULL FOR? mclaren baby !!!! but like pre 2007 ! i like the team because of brucey boo :) brabhaam like obviously i would die for that team i literally ever forgive whatever happened during the 80s to make it go down hill >:((( lotus as well, colin chapman i would probably have insane beef on sight with but literally all the favs drove [or nearly drove] for lotus so i guess i gotta.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN INTO F1? mid april 2023, i'm only a wee baby.

WHAT GOT YOU INTO F1? one day, out of the blew on the date above, i was thinking about daniel riccardo and how he doesn't appear on the tv as much as he used to. being in australia he would appear on news programs when i was younger talking about the shoeys. so i just decided to see what he was doing. i watched those grill the grid videos and thought they were very funny. but because it was modern f1 i just felt weird watching it, i have no idea why. it just felt weird. i already knew about aryton senna from seeing one picture of him on instagram and reading his personal life wiki page like it was my bible when i was like 12. i decided to watch a season of f1, i think it was 1991 and that was it. i was gone. i kept watching it. and went down the rabbit hole.

DO YOU ENJOY FANFIC/RPF? i don't personally partake in it, but i won't stop anyone from enjoying it. that's their life.

HOW DO YOU VIEW NEW FANS? with open arms, as long as you are respectful and credit sources when you can, welcome aboard to the madhouse.

IF YOU COULD TAKE OVER AS TEAM PRINCIPAL FOR ANY TEAM, WHO WOULD IT BE AND WHY?  oh i just couldn't do it. i'm sorry i can't handle that responsibly. i'd be more than happy to watch like some kid on work experience, especially for mercedes, but i'd get thrown too much in the deep in.

ARE YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY INTO F1 AS WELL? nope! none of them, that's why it was a huge surprise when i started to watch it. my family's only link is that my dad watched ayrton senna's crash when he got home from the pub. i forced him to watch his first grand prix a couple of months ago. he wasn't too keen. oh and my nana went to a few of the races in the 80s.

ARE YOU OPEN TO TALKING TO OTHER FANS/MAKING FRIENDS? of course !!! i love learning about motorsports and i always try to be helpful - if you ever want to know anything or need a link to a gif i have made, let me know !! i'm very naughty for not putting links to videos!!

i will tag @quattroneuville & @userpironi if they are willing :)

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

I just reached 700 followers, which is insane, and I wanted to do something special. So I've decided to do a celebration writing challenge! Below are some song lyrics from my top 10 favorite albums as prompts and a list of the Top Gun: Maverick pilots.

If you would like to participate in the challenge, please send me an ask with the prompt and the pilot you would like to go with it, write up a fic with at least 700 words, and submit it back to my blog by January 14, 2023. 

You can write whatever you would like! Reader insert, an OC of your own design (extra unimportant point if Ronnie makes an appearance lol), or the pilot x another pilot! If you follow me you know I love a good AU, so you wanna slap your characters in a universe with werewolves/knights in shining armor/superheroes? Feel free!

I’ll leave this post up for about a week for people to claim the prompts that they want, I will be adding this post to my blog navigation for the week, and will be crossing the prompts out when they get claimed (so please look at the original post to see which ones are available!!). I just appreciate you all so much and would love to inspire you all just a bit. Love you lots <3 can't wait to see what everyone writes!

Song Selection from The Hard Deck Jukebox:

HARDLOVE, NEEDTOBREATHE - “Doing our own thing never seem to find the time / We’ve been going downtown, making reservations / But maybe we just slow down / See where it can take us” — Let’s Stay Home Tonight

The Human Condition, Jon Bellion - “There’s bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway / And if you have nightmares, we’ll dance on the bed / I know that you love me, love me / Even when I lose my head” — Guillotine

Sunset on Summerville, Madds Buckley - “Oh babe, your motives are clear / You just wanna watch me struggle / And you always say, grinning ear to ear / That my frustrated face is adorable” — Scotch Tape and Cellophane @indynerdgirl

Wasteland, Baby!, Hozier - “My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand / It’s how I know now that you understand” — No Plan

ABBA Gold, ABBA - “And I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile / But girl, you’re only a child / Well, I can dance with you honey, if you think it’s funny” — Does Your Mother Know That You’re Out

Georgica Pond, JONNYSWIM - “I’m gonna go to bed dreamin’ that you’re still happy / That I’m still the girl that you loved from that party / We’ll go to bed early, just set the coffee, just say goodnight instead” — Say Goodnight Instead

Midnights, Taylor Swift - “All they keep asking me / Is if I’m gonna be your bride / The only kind of girl they see  / Is a one night or a wife” — Lavender Haze @newlibrary

Freya Ridings, Freya Ridings - “Standing on the platform, watching you go / It’s like no other pain that I’ve ever known / To love someone so much, to have no control / You said, “I wanna see the world.” and I said, “Go.” — Lost Without You @blue-aconite

The Civil Wars, The Civil Wars - “All your acting, your thin disguise / All your perfectly delivered lines / They don’t fool me / You’ve been lonely too long” — Dust to Dust

Find Me, Joseph Solomon - “She’s the calm, she’s the storm / I’m a fool on her shores / Oh I know, I know she’ll roll, she’ll roll away / With every intention of coming back for more” — The Ocean @ahopelessromanticwritersworld

Our Distinguished Pilots:

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Javy "Coyote" Machado

Reuben "Payback" Fitch

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Bonus: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

just adding my top gun taglist in case of you would like to participate:

@oneirataxia-girl @arrthurpendragon @pasta88love @theforevermorereject @sqrlgrl22 @townley-29 @alittlelostalittlefound @fenderenderender @chaoticassidy @capswife @marrianena @luckyladycreator2 @fulla02 @fangirlofallthings22 @dempy @imagineyneyjr @blue-aconite @commxnderwolffe @darkestbeforethedawn16 @sopheeg @mizzy-pop @loveforaugust @hope-love-equality2 @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @onlyheretowastetime @supernaturaldawning @frenchtoastix @oneelleandaneye @agentminnesota187 @smoothdogsgirl @indynerdgirl @newlibrary

[you-know-what-youve-done]

My personal opinion on the IDKHOW drama:

Y'all are making way too many assumptions that Ryan DIDNT do anything wrong. You're kidding yourselves if you think that Dallon will speak up about it...he's just gonna continue tweeting his little jokes as usual. All the more so if its true and he's badly hurt by it. If it's a fake story? Great! I would be happy to know it was. But we just don't.

Which brings me to my next point: TRIGGER WARNING!: If Ryan had been accused of sexual assault or something, yall would be ALL over it with 0 hesitation, regardless of proof. So...why so hesitant to take the side of SEVERAL other people who know him when he's being accused of major theft and betraying his best friend massively?

Last point: stop saying Ronnie is lying just because you don't like him. We all know Radke has said and done some stupid and insensitive things and that he's a huge jerk. But you can't discredit someone you don't even know because you don't like their personality. The guy is arrogant for sure but he's not insane. He wouldn't try to throw Ryan off the cliff if he didn't believe the story is true.

Just think about Dallon and his family right now. Ryan deserves any skepticism at this point and if he's innocent, then we can all apologize later but right now it doesn't look so good

[sweetpaintedladie]

ronnie’s bass on driving me too hard is insanely good, he’s the mvp of this album by far and im so happy about that !! “look what you’ve done to me / you’ve emptied my eyes / and twisted my sanity” wow okay that hit me somewhere emotionally okayyyyyy. this was really really good + keithhhhh i hear youuuuuuuu ❤️❤️❤️ not enough keith on the album so far tho so that is making me sad

3 minutes omgggggg

[waugh-bao]

[eagerforhoney]

KINKTOBER DAY 5 - Ronnie Peterson x Reader

Kinktober Day 5: Uniforms

WC: 1200ish

Ronnie Peterson x Fem!Reader

CW/TW: piv sex, public sex, arousal from a man in uniform, police officers portrayed positively

Smut below the cut! Tagging a few folks: @supremeleaderandprincekyloren @hopeamarsu @rynwritesstuff @jynzandtonic @mariesackler @mrs-zimmerman @mrs-gucci

Day 4 Day 3 Day 2 Day 1

You were in the middle of running errands and had just stepped out of the post office when your eyes landed on something that made your heart swell. It was your husband being way too cute for his own good filling up the cruiser at the gas station across the street. He didn’t see you, yet you weren’t doing anything but staring at him. You’ve seen him in his uniform -- thousands of times. Yet there was something so sexy thinking about him ‘out on the job’ protecting your town in his form-fitting uniform. It hugged him in all the right places, subtly showing off his body from his wide chest to his strong thighs.

You realize you must have looked insane standing in the middle of the sidewalk gawking at a cop across the way, damn near drooling with cartoon heart eyes. You straighten yourself out, trying to ignore the added heat to your core and your nipples hardening with each step you take to bring you closer to him.

He still hasn’t noticed you. He’s zoned out, staring at the pump as the tank fills. You have to mentally tell yourself not to jump him, to slow down. He’s standing tall with his large, muscular arms crossed over his chest with his beautiful brow furrowed. The button up shirt of his uniform is tight against his back, accentuating the defined muscle underneath. You come up next to him, both bodies hidden from public view thanks to the cruiser.

He startles when there is suddenly someone very close next to him. He shouldn’t have been spacing out like that, but it had been such a slow day. He looks down and gives his surprise visitor the biggest, most genuine grin. He shoots out his arms, wrapping them around you and squeezing you tight. You audibly sigh, happy to be wrapped in his arms but also have your body pressed up against him, feeling your husband’s large frame encapsulate you. “Hiya Honey, what a nice surprise to see you!” he says to you before giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

You feel his soft lips touch yours and you feel like you’re starting to feel as insane as you look. “Likewise” you sigh and smile before continuing. “Sweetie, seeing you out working in your uniform is really doing it for me right now, you look so sexy.” As you speak you’re running your hands up his front, feeling the warmth from his body radiate out to you pulling you closer into him.

He cocks an eyebrow at you with a sideways grin. “Oh, yeah? You want a police officer to take you into the back of his squad car and detain you?” He’s whispering into your ear at this point, almost humming his words. A shiver runs down your spine and you grip his collar. He sees how needy you’re getting and decides the extremely slow day wouldn’t be picking up any time soon. “Get in the car Mrs. Peterson. We have places to go.” You wickedly grin back at him before hopping into the passenger side of your husband’s squad car.

You don’t drive very far, just behind the main strip mall of businesses in town. Ronnie exits the car rounding the front and opens the door on your side. You take his hand and step out. You’re outside for seconds before he’s sliding into the backseat and pulling you with him, seating you on his lap. You don’t waste any time grinding on him and kissing up his neck, wrapping your arms around his neck latching yourself to him. “Are you going to comply with the police, Mrs. Peterson?” Ronnie questions as he roughly gropes your body, encouraging your gyrations. Your clothed clit is rubbing on his belt and you’re internally screaming. “Yes, officer. What do I need to do?” you reply in between kissing his swollen lips and tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck.

Ronnie groans at your eagerness and bucks up into you, making you both moan into each others’ mouths. “Gonna need you to ride my cock, angel.” You smile into his lips at his pet name, among the many he uses for you. You help each other undo belts and buttons and zippers and soon after you’re grinding your wet lips over his hard length. Spreading your slick all over him, you pin his throbbing cock between your legs. Your heart skips a beat every time his leaking tip hitches around your clit and you dig your nails into his shoulders.

Both of you want to feel him inside you, so you raise up onto your knees and he positions his tip at your entrance. You slowly sink down onto his large cock and shudder with how much he fills you. You take a couple breaths as you adjust to his size once your hips meet but can’t hold out for long before you’re grinding on him again, rubbing your bare clit against the base of him where you two are connected. “Fuck you feel so good honey, your pussy feels so good, I’m in heaven.” You smile at how your husband praises you, letting it go straight to your core. He grabs your hips and ass with an iron grip and you take that as a signal to start bouncing on his cock. “Oh my gooodddd Ronnie, baby, yes!” you exclaim as you feel his length spear into you. You look down and see yourself riding your husband in his uniform and it makes a new wave of slick squelch around him. You’re whining from the angles at which he is fucking into you and Ronnie is eating it the fuck up. “Such a pretty whore, letting a police officer fuck her in his car.” You moan at his words and clench your pussy around him. He's moving your hips as you bounce on him so your clit deliciously rubs all over him with each thrust. “Can I cum officer? I’m so close” you beg as you feel it quickly rising within you.

The look on your face as you beg him makes him lose his mind. “Hurry, I need to fill your cunt.” His gruff response is the cherry on top of your orgasm as it crashes over you. Waves of bliss hit you over and over, and Ronnie is feeling the amazing contractions of your walls around him the whole way through. As you begin to come down you feel him still himself deep inside you followed by the warm feeling of his cum filling you up.

You’re both breathing heavy and holding each other tight. You sit up to look into your husband’s eyes and they are already crinkled from him smiling up at you. You give him a loving peck to his lips before getting off his lap and putting your pants back on. He picks up your panties and puts them in his pocket, something to tie him over the rest of his shift.

Minutes later he’s dropping you off at your car. “I’ll see you at home, sweets. I’m making your favorite dinner tonight.. takeout.” You wink at him before leaning in for a kiss. He leans in like second nature to meet your lips. As you settle into the driver’s seat of your own car, you see Ronnie peel out onto the road and drive away, uniform and all. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too long before he was walking through your front door again.

[mccoys-killer-queen]

Seeing Faster Pussycat/LA Guns/Tom Keifer Band in concert:

if you follow me on insta you know a LOT happened last night xD this is going to be a VERY long post I can just feel it. I gotta try and sort out my copious thoughts mixed in with all the events so we're gonna TRY doing this in chronological order:

*deep breath*

when I first got there 5 hours before showtime, I went inside to use the bathroom. Now this venue is relatively small, and they have a small restaurant upstairs (those are the bathrooms you have to use prior to doors). I went upstairs and I heard Tom soundchecking from there :o he was playing Don't Know What You Got (Til It's Gone) and it was making the room shake it was the greatest piss of my life

I was the 4th person in the general admission line and I was with these two guys, one of whom had a RAD hysteria tat and said I have Joe's (pyromania) haircut

this guy offered me free beer

one of these three people in front of me ended up being my "concert friend" (I'll refer to her as Robin) bc we talked so much and she's old enough to be my mom

Robin and the other two guys in front of me had VIP packages to see LA Guns' soundcheck so they left and I was first in line until only Robin came back

Slim Tender actually passed in front of us in line hours before doors opened but none of us really realized it was him

I got my photo pass and got in like 10 minutes before everyone else!! I ended up being front row at the barrier to stage left

Faster Pussycat's rhythm guitarist (Ronnie Simmons) gave me big Steve Clark vibes bc he's a skinny white boy with long hair who looked shy, did air split jumps while playing, and just in general felt Steve-y

Sam Bam is incredible and adorable just saying and FP sounded awesome like Taime sounds exactly the same as he did 30 years ago

They stole the fucking show I swear to god the night peaked with them imo

Phil was wearing a mesh tank top with a bandana and feathered hat he looked like a granddad trying too hard to be a pirate and the curly ass mustache didn't help

Phil looks like his 80s self is pretending to be old

Due to personal reasons I am now in love with Phil Lewis

he was dancing like a total dork it drove me insane I couldn't get enough

His speaking voice is so high???

Phil grabbed his left tiddy like twice during their set

guys I SWEAR I saw a tramp stamp on him with my own two eyes I SWEAR I saw it you gotta believe me

Phil pointing at my camera during the first fucking song and me not getting the shot ;-;

Phil replacing random lyrics with the words "Tracii Guns" (i.e. "nowww Tracii's breaking hearts in heaven")

Phil giving a speech about Tracii during Jayne and saying how he's been his best friend for over 30 years and how "no man has ever touched me like he has-"

Tracii: *pokes Phil's shoulder* C:

Phil: "-and I LIKED it"

Tracii: *pokes Phil's boob* C:

Ace apparently pulled his groin early in their set (I was on Tracii's side so I didn't see- I will elaborate more on this later)

since I was on the side of the stage with the exit, that meant the drinks were there too, so every time Tracii went into a solo, Phil would come over and would almost always interact with me and the teenage girls next to me

at one point I took advantage of this and I blew a kiss at him when he was in front of me, to which he went :O and slapped his cheek to show he "caught" it and I went fuckin ballistic

at the end of their set Phil grabbed one of Tracii's picks and crouched down in front of me and threw it to me (I CAUGHT IT)

was anyone going to tell me Tracii Guns is a dilf or-

I literally thought Johnny Martin was a woman the whole time- like I KNEW it had to be him but I was seriously second guessing myself because he just- he was in glasses and a scarf and a hat and he haS A VERY FEMININE BUILD

Phil saying he's happy to be "on top of this beautiful mountain again" (the venue is on top of a mountain) and it's so weird bc like ? this is just where I live? and he likes it? HE likes it??

apparently Phil complemented a girl on her tits during the show (she was showing a lot on purpose and bouncing a lot and he just kinda motioned bouncing tits with his hands and nodded- I'M TOLD- I didn't actually see any of this. Robin told me afterwards)

LA Guns stole the show I stg I had no idea how Tom was gonna top that it was the peak of my night

Tom was ethereal just saying he sounds T H E E. S A M E. HAS HE DID ON NIGHT SONGS.

Tom's knee high boots and tight pants hell yeah

Tom wasn't really playing with the crowd that much but he did slightly acknowledge me during Shelter Me by just kinda looking at me and singing

He played much more Cinderella than I expected I was LIVING

Tom saying we (him and the crowd) are basically related bc we're all from PA. So from this point onward I am related to Tom Keifer I didn't make these rules he said it himself

Tom during Nobody's Fool going "I SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM- *falls to his knees*" a capella, letting his voice absolutely shudder the whole building, and holding it forever and everyone going nuts what a fucking god

Tom betting we knew every word to Nobody's Fool which we DID

his playing just seems so smooth????

his wife Savannah being on backing vocals and them doing Don't Know What You Got (Til It's Gone) together was really cute ;-;

Before they did that Tom told us to "show him some Pennsylvania stars" (aka put our lights on during the song)

the stars actually coming out in the sky after the show ;-; <3

they did Long Cold Winter as an encore and I was dissociating thee whole fucking time so badly because I was THAT exhausted- like I didn't even recognize the song until the very end I was that out of it. I didn't have anything to drink- alcohol or not.

someone was holding a very good drawing they did of him and his wife the whole time and at the end of the set one of the roadies took it from her and brought it back, and came out a minute later asking if she wanted it back, to which she said they could keep it. SO yeah Tom and Savannah kept a fan's drawing of them ;-; <3

Tom's hair is still godly

I also never knew he has a nice butt 👌 and legs

When Tom was recording the video of the crowd he put on his insta he was like "hold on I gotta I make sure I recorded bc the other night I fucked it up and didn't get it..."

"...I GOT IT" *audience cheers bc yay Tom knows how to use a phone good for u honey we're proud*

Okay that's JUST from the show. Now here's where it gets crazy.

[museswithinx]

"Yeah," Edmond mumbled. As Shiloh brought up introducing them, he looked briefly stricken. "No, no, that's probably best we don't. She doesn't need the reminder of the kid who used to spout off nonsense trying to imitate his psychopathic father. But you said she was free. Is she happy?" He had read some on werewolves and wolves in general, and he'd learned how important pack was to them. "No one wants to wolf alone, right?"

He wasn't sure he believed that. Maybe for other new people, but not for himself. He made people uncomfortable. "'Pack daughter' or something like that? Yeah, I met her. Your description of her is very accurate. She was outrageously kind and warm, very much like Laura." He just couldn't get hopes up, not here. Chuckling a little at the thought they were serial killers, he nodded. He imagined that's how this insanity could look from an untrained eye. "I think you have to be a little insane to accept all that's in this world sometimes. Just to roll with it." For a moment, he had a flicker of hope, if that was true. The idea of having a community of people like him, who'd been through similar things and--no, he didn't know that. This wasn't his home. "Wait, dead and now alive. You mean vampires? Or ghosts?"

"I'm sure you could have fooled a blind man," he teased, "but that's not a bad thing. I'm sure she appreciates being able to look across a room and see how much you love her. And hey, you're sitting here having cookies with me, some guy you don't know, so seems like a very fair match to me." As he was asked about his own love life, he exhaled, "ah, no. Not at the moment. No one special."

"I don't think she'd put that on you," he tries to assure. Though he didn't know Meredith as well as Ellie, she didn't seem the type to do that. However, he didn't push it further. "She seems to be. She's dating this girl Maryan, who's part of that coven..." The name slipped him, it was something Latin. "Anyway, they seem really happy together and I guess she's going back to school to be a social worker according to Ellie. So, she's good, yeah."

He nodded. "That's her. Ellie, Laura, and Ronnie were the first members of this pack I really bonded with. They all share that warm kindness in common." They'd been the real welcoming committee. He wished he'd known more people like them throughout his life but he had them now. Laughing a little bit, he had the agree there. "I keep saying that. It's strange to think this is just normal for pretty much everyone here." Even if he didn't know each individual story in deep detail, he could make the connections. He thought maybe it'd help with this guilt Edmond seemed to be carrying around to know that not everyone would see him as his father. "Honestly, I don't know. I don't think they're either of those but I'm kinda afraid to ask and to know."

"Maybe. That's how they knew, it was all in how we looked at each other. Usually when I thought no one was looking but they're very perceptive." He smiled a touch. "Yeah, I guess so." Maybe he was getting better at this people thing. There were far fewer walls up these days. "Ah. Well, nothing wrong with solo'ing it. You'll get there when you get there."

[fumikomiyasaki]

⚘🌵 Leroy Henry and Mellow

People Leroy likes:

Flynn Deradelle

Although they bicker a lot and he annoys him a lot, they are close friends and Flynn would get him out of a bad situation anytime.

Gregory Darknon

Literally something like a big brother to him, gaming buddies and Leroy is happy having him around.

Beelby Zetron

Mentorlike figure but also the one Leroy can vent to the most about his problems.

Mythra Cenov

In Fashion and emotional problems the best person to talk to for him.

People Leroy dislikes:

Henry Lakeside

Obviously cause of the Rivalry, but this one at least gets better with time.

Rachel Fuchsia

She offered him fake anime merch and since then he has a grudge on her.

Sindren Albright

Sindren has the urge to play with his tail and he dislikes it quite a lot.

People Henry likes:

Vanessa Pharon

They have history and some experiences of the past but nowadays she is his number one adress for good wine and calm talks.

Taylin Sage

Is very charmed by her looks and also she seems to understand some of his helplessness with new things.

Sindren Albright

They bond over rich families and have some buisness relations but also he finds her admirable.

People Henry dislikes:

Mythra Cenov

He only sees her as a gold digger and problem for himself, she might be attractive but he is tired with her advances.

Tyler Nerington

He actually doesn’t dislike him much but that petty Rivalry Tyler started annoys him.

Barry Parton

The one person he avoids talking to on rich charity parties.

People Mellow likes:

Emil Puppnella

Emil inspired him for some drawings and sometimes he is lightly protective of Mellow which makes them get along well.

Dragiselle Flamesscourrow

Admires her drawings a lot and gets red around her. He idolizes her a lot.

Media Chealean

Vegetarian recipe sharing, they bond over eating habits and Media makes Mellow more positive.

Beelby Zetron

Bug buddies, Mellow is fond that Beelby can talk to bugs. Also sees him as a protector.

People Mellow dislikes:

Ronnie Marxton

He is just not trusting him and creeped out by him a lot. Is very worried about Eleafy.

Tiam Falldow

Saw once Tiam in his insanity and since then is hella afraid of him.

[worminstuff]

The moon is beautiful, isn’t it? pt.2

Dream x oc

dreams got a new infatuation with a new member of L’manburg

no warnings:)yet

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Fin took a deep breath, the smell of baked goods flooding her senses. It was a brisk morning and Nikki had woken finley up to take her to the bakery with her. She wanted company and she really wanted to get to know her new friend.

The night prior, Nikki was excitedly talking to Wilbur about how it was going to be so nice having another girl around, so Wilbur suggested she ask Finley to tag along with her the next morning knowing Fin would be more than happy to do so.

“So you go by Finley only?” Nikki asked the small girl to sit at the table behind her.

“Well I used to. But now Tubbo decided he wanted to call me mags, and I couldn't say no.” Fin traced the lines of the wood table.

“Tubbo is hard to say no to in general. How come you don't like maggie though? I think that's a very cute name.” Nikki turned to face fin.

“Well that's the point. It's too cute, you know? Don't want to seem all soft.” Finley waved her arm as if she was brushing away a fly.

Nikki gave her a sceptical look. Fin was small, wearing black patchwork overalls and green turtleneck shirt with a little duck embroidered under her collar. She wasn't exactly dressed tough.

Before she could reply, “Good morning women!” Tommy strode in, a grin adorning his red cheeks.

“Morning Tommy.” Nikki grumbled back.

“Hello Maggie!” he plopped himself down in a chair across from Finley, she glared. “You know, Maggie is more fitting than Finley I think. It just fits you better. I would still like to know your first name.'' Tommy leaned on the table staring her down.

“I'll be keeping that to myself.” Fin said, earning a snicker from Nikki behind them.

Tommy huffed. “What do you have a tragic backstory with?”

“No, I just don't want you to call me it.” she said frankly.

Tommys brows furrowed. “Then I wont. I just want to know what it is, I'm a curious boy. I'll have you know.”

Finley huffed. “I can't tell you why.” she looked towards her hands on the table. “it’s Magnolia.”

Tommy started a moment, no laugh, no gin, no tease, just staring. Nikki stared at Tommy, a spatula in hand ready to hit him with.

“Thats a beautiful name.”

Both nikki and fins eyes went wide, fins head whipping up to look at him.

“It's very beautiful. Magnolia.” he repeated to himself. “Shame you're not a fan of it, i love it.” there was no trace of a lie in his features, he was being honest.

Tommy turned around momentarily to look at Nikki, “A word of this to the others and i'll burn your house or something.” he turned back to Fin. “I want you to know that I may be rude sometimes, and i'm aware of it, but you're one of us. You're family, and I'm by your side. Im glad you trust me enough to tell me your name, I really do like it by the way. Beautiful flowers magnolias are.” Tommy stood, holding a hand out for her. She stood wearily.

“C'mere flower.” he joked, gesturing her closer. He pulled her into a brotherly hug. A quick one. He let go, waving to both girls as he left the bakery.

Both girls stood shell shocked for a moment.

Fin looked at Nikki, “Does he-”

“No. I’ve never.. Ever seen.. Tommy be that kind.” nikkis eyes were still wide.

“Well.. I think i'm gonna go walk around some. Explore a bit.”

“Of course! It was wonderful hanging out with you, I'd love if you hung out here more. If you'd like of course.” Nikki said, a comforting smile on her face.

Finley nodded, matching her grin,”I will! it’s very nice here. i like it a lot.” then made her way out.

She followed the wooden path down to the docks she went to days prior, listening to the faint swishing of the calm water below the wood her feet walked across.

Once she made it to the end of the longest dock, she pulled a pen and paper from the front pocket of her overalls, sitting on the dock. She placed the paper on her leg, starting a response to the anonymous letter she received last night.

I don't particularly know why I'm doing this, because I'm almost sure Mr. Soot would advise against it, but it's quite exciting i think.

Hello mr letter writer! I'm Fin! You already know what i look like apparently, since you're a stalker and a burglar, so I won't describe myself that way. I don't really know what to tell you.

My favorite color is green, and I really like knives. Not in a crazy serial killer way, I just think they're cool. I like that you told me to look at the moon, cause I really like the moon. And the ocean.

My favorite place so far is the docks.

So far I've met most of the people of L’manburg. Tubbo and nikki are my first friends. Today I met tommy for the second time, and he seems actually very nice. I told him my full name, which only tubbo knew before. Wilbur as well, but I didn't tell Wilbur.

I asked Tubbo who on the smp he was afraid of, and he mentioned this guy's dream. I haven't heard anyone else mention him though, so I wonder how scary he really is. Have you met him? You seem creepy so maybe you hangout with the scary people.

I saw two guys on the way out this morning, one was wearing sunglasses at dusk, which was strange. The other had a cool headband on. I wanted to say hello because they seem cool but Wilbur didn't introduce me to them so i don't want to talk to anyone he'd be angry at me for talking to. I don't feel like rebelling too much just yet, you know?

I hope you have a nice day mr. burglar.

Fin folded the paper in three, and stood to place it in the box at the end of the dock. She wondered how long it would take to see a response. She knew she was going to check the next morning.

This person seemed..strange. Yet she was very intrigued. She just won't be mentioning this to Wilbur any time soon.

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“It's not an obsession.” Dream huffed to his fiery friend.

“It seems like it. She's all you've been thinking about since you saw her, and you don't even know her name!” Sapnap’s arms flailed above his head.

George snickered behind them. George was sitting on a couch in the room across from them as they argued while sitting at the dining table.

“Dream you are being a bit..strange about her. I mean, what's the deal? She doesn't exactly seem..extraordinary.” he shrugged.

Dream shot him a deathly glare to which George flinched. Yeesh.

“Okay okay i'll take it back” he held his hands up in surrender.

All three of them paused for a moment, and the dream took a deep breath.

“Maybe.. I should ask Wilbur about her.” a devilish grin spread across his face.

Sapnap and George groaned loudly.

“Why the hell would that be a good idea, Dream?” George said.

“Think about it, he thinks he's got a new fighter of some sort. Another soldier. But he also seems like he has some sort of connection with her, he cares. So if he knows i've got an eye out for her, there's no way he'd put her in battle. Who knows what she's capable of so that only benefits us!” Dream stared at Sapnap excitedly.

“You're insane. Absolutely bonkers.” he shook his head standing up abruptly to make his way to his room.

Dreams' shoulders sank. It was sort of a poor excuse, but his mind was set.

“Where are you going?” George asked dream just before he was about to pass through the front door.

“I think you know.”

He at least needed to know her name. At least.

Dream didn't often is it l’manburg when there wasn't some type of damage about to be done, which is why he understood the wide eyes and stiff stance of wilbur as he stepped into what wilbur referred to as his “office” just inside the walls of L’manburg.

“Relax, i'm here to ask some questions. That's all.'' Dream tried to show him he came in peace by attempting to seem as relaxed as possible. Limp shoulders, loose hands.

He reached behind his head, unclipping the clasp holding his mask on. He held it in front of hi a tad, “See, I’ll even take this off Mr. President.”

Wilbur stood only staring. What the hell? He's barely spoken to in dreams, especially like this.

He hummed, “Alright.. What questions do you have for me then?” he hesitantly clasped his hands together in front of himself.

“About the new girl.” Dream tried to hide a grin.

Wilburs eyes narrowed and his shoulders squared. Dream had already hit a nerve.

“Ronny?..” he mumbled. What could Dream want with her? “Not quite sure what you're on about.” he tried to shake it off. Dream wasn't buying it.

“Oh come on. short, “ dream held his hand up around his middle, “freckles, had overalls on. Who is she?” his question sounded more like a statement in a way.

Wilbur sighed, “That would be FInley. She's the sister of an old friend of mine.”

Dream let it simmer for a moment. Finley. That's adorable. Not the first name he said, though.

“If her name is Finley, why'd you say Ronny?” Dream asked, a tilt to his head.

“That's what I call her. She goes by Finley. I call her what her brother always called her. I don't quite see how any of this is your business?” wilbur was starting to get annoyed. What could he want with Fin? Nothing good he was sure.

“I was just curious that's all.” he pulled his mask to his face, clipping the clasp behind his head. A brother. Wilbur knew her brother, why would he be here though?

“She is technically under the jurisdiction of the smp. As “L’manburg” “ he held up his hands in air quotes, “isn't independent quite yet, Mr. Soot.”

Wilbur stayed silent. He figured this was a time that he should stay silent rather than speak his mind.

Dream saluted him with a slight bow of his head as he ducked out of the doorway, leaving without a farewell.

As Dream left L’manburg his head was swimming with thoughts of the small girl. Finley. He wondered if she liked his letter, if she would write back. He didn't know what he'd do if she didn't. Maybe another trip to L’manburg would be made, he thought.

[waugh-bao]

Your Mick/Charlie extrovert/introvert tags made me think of one of my favorite things. When they are in concert around the beginning of June, Mick always mentions Charlie’s birthday. He’ll mention Ronnie’s too of course but he always seems to want to focus only on Charlie since he knows he hates the spotlight. And then poor Charlie has to stand there as people sing Happy Birthday to him. “Charlie really loved that one. He loves the attention.” I love Mick’s (loving) torment of Charlie.

Those early June concerts are so much fun. I wouldn't be surprised if they deliberately tried to shoot for a June 1/2 date every summer tour just so they'd have an excuse to do that. My favorite part is that, even though it's often Ronnie's birthday or the day after, he's as excited to celebrate Charlie as Mick, if not more so. He really loved being (almost) birthday twins with Charlie.

This one, from 2018, is great.

It sounds a bit cliche to say, but I think Mick, Keith, and Charlie are each other's perfect balance in the introvert-extrovert sphere.

Charlie and Keith are both definite introverts, though over time Keith has gotten very good at play-acting as an extrovert when he wants to, and Mick is 100% an extrovert. They relate to each other in quite different ways, but those layers of understanding and separation work in favor of that trio having an incredibly strong relationship.

Taking it from the introvert's perspective (because, admittedly, that's the only one I can personally fully understand), it's when you have two best friends; one who is completely like you, and one who is totally different. The person who buys a beautiful cake and makes everyone sing you happy birthday even though it's torture vs. the person who brings you a tiny cupcake and gets you out of all of your weekend plans as a present. They're both saying I love you, but in different languages.

One of the interesting aspects of seeing the early Stones interviews nowadays is that they come from a time before Keith mastered his shyness, and he and Charlie positively cling to each other through them.

After 3 basic questions, Charlie is over it. He fobs the next question off on Mick, and goes to hide in/behind Keith's hair, while Keith dips his head to try to escape the whole thing.

Fifty years later, after Mick has gotten done dragging him around the stage for his introduction, Charlie breaks into a little jog to share a moment with Keith before he has to go out for his solo set. He does that for the same reason (in part) that Keith rarely strayed for any length of time from Charlie's kit; they understood each other, so they meant safety to each other, and comfort.

Mick was much more libel to push him out of his comfort zone, largely because he was adamant about getting Charlie the attention he deserved. The (not completely) organized chaos is wonderful. Mick trying to get everyone to look at Charlie by 'helping' with the cymbals, Charlie looking as though some insane guy he's never seen before in his life has suddenly hijacked his crash, and Keith trying desperately to keep Mick in time and Charlie from committing a murder.

But he knew Charlie's limits, and was careful of them. If Mick did pull him to the edge of the stage or force him talk to the audience, he was also sure never let go of him. It was partly a measure to keep him from bolting, I'd say, but at the same time he was making certain Charlie didn't feel overwhelmed and set adrift alone.

On the face of things, it shouldn't work. But it did, so magnificently. They've always known that bond of love was the key to the band, and they never lost it, no matter how different (or similar) they could be to each other.

"We had the advantage that Keith and I both get along very well with Charlie. The fact that there's three of us who get along so well is very important."-MJ, 1979

"Charlie's an incredible calming influence in the band. He's the central point between Mick and myself, that can both make us feel kind of stupid at times, "c'mon guys," I mean. To me, it's just a sheer privilege to work with Charlie Watts, and probably the big blessing in the band. It's all true. He is."-KR, 2010

[bonniebird]

Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested by Anon

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“Hey Sweet pea, where’s your jacket?” Fangs asked. It had dawned on him as he watched Sweet Pea talking that he hadn't seen him wear it for a few days.

“(Y/N) asked to borrow it.” He said casually.

“You just let (Y/N) take your jacket?” Toni asked him dubiously and he shrugged.

“Oh come on guys, you know (Y/N)!” He objected when Toni snickered at him. “So small, that big eyed look you get when (Y/N) wants something.”

Sweet Pea looked positively flustered as he spoke. The group began teasing Sweet Pea when Cheryl rushed in, dragging Kevin along behind her.

“You will not believe what is happening!” Cheryl said in a tone that was caught between devilish delight and polite horror.

“(Y/N)’s halloween costume is insane.” Kevin said.

“I thought (Y/N) said we all knew what the costume was?” Betty said as you hurried into the room, followed by Jughead who was shaking his head.

“Wow.” Toni muttered as Cheryl agreed with her.

“Does my costume look spooky to you?” You asked the group as you did a little twirl.

“Are you dressed as a south side serpent. Isn’t that a little… rude?” Betty offered and she saw your eyes go wide.

“Oh! No! I just meant to be Sweet Pea! He’s so big and scary. I couldn’t think of anything else that was scary enough!” You explained as you shuffled your feet. “I have another costume that Ronnie gave me but it’s kinda short.”

“Well if you’re trying to be Sweet Pea you’ve got all this wrong.” Toni explained as she hurried over. “You need the neck tattoo.” For a moment she let you panic as if you’d end up with one before the halloween party later that night but you snapped the top off a sharpie and started drawing on your neck.

“You need to look more angry about everything and… kinda like you haven’t slept in weeks because the sandman is scared of you.” Jughead said and Betty hopped up from the seat next to him.

“I can do that for you, eyeshadow should do it.” She said cheerfully.

“We should swap jackets too. That way you’ll look more like… me.” Sweet Pea said reluctantly as he handed over his vest. You gave back his jacket but didn’t have time to see the smile on his face as he shrugged it on because Cheryl had turned your head for Toni.

“Does it look better now?” You asked nervously.

“Wait!” Fangs said quickly. He hurried away and came back over with a large white sticker. He peeled the back off and stuck it to the front of Sweet Pea’s vest.

“Fake Sweet Pea. Nicer than big, real Sweet Pea.” You read as he sat back down.

“Hey! What’s this!” FP said as he entered the room with Archie and his dad. “Nice Sweet Pea costume (Y/N), it really came together. Jug, I need you and urm boys.” FP motioned.

“What’s going on?” Betty asked quickly.

“Somethings come up, I’ll let you guys know as soon as I can. Arichie found something.” FP explained. Betty reluctantly nodded and watched them file out. The bell rang and you all started to head to your classes.

“So, to be clear. You’re telling me that… you’ve been kidnapped by the gargoyle king. Almost murdered by Ghoulies, saw the black hood running down Betty’s road. Yet the scariest thing you could think of was Sweet Pea?” Toni teased.

“He looks so mad all the time!” You insisted and she chuckled.

“I don’t know. I think there are some times when he’s with a certain someone that he’s happy.” Cheryl said as she linked her arms with yours.

“Yeah, you and Fangs do cheer him up a lot Toni!” You said cheerfully, waving to the group as you hurried over to Veronica who was waiting at the door for an update on where Arichie had rushed off too.

“We… We all agree that Sweet Pea had an obsessive crush on (Y/N) and that (Y/N) is oblivious to it. Right. I’m not the only one getting that vibe?” Kevin said quickly as they headed on further down the corridor.

“It’s more than a crush. Since the Gargoyle king incident, then the Ghoulies. Sweet Pea had a couple of the Serpents camp in the woods by (Y/N)’s house until we were sure they were dealt with. He’s the reason FP had been giving Jughead and (Y/N) rides to school.” Betty explained as they walked down the corridors.

“Aw but they would make a cute couple!” Toni said in a mockingly disappointed voice.

“They would T! He’s so big and blergh and (Y/N) is the tiny physical embodiment of a pom pom ball on a fairy light. It would be a thing I guess.” Cheryl agreed.

“So I’m hearing that the plan for the Halloween party is to get (Y/N) and Sweet Pea to… I guess acknowledge that they like each other? I feel like if we make them fall in love at night or whatever they’d freak out.” Kevin popped up as they filled into the classroom and took their seats.

“Believe me, Jug and I have tried. They’re just, wakedr around each other.” Betty muttered as you pulled her books from her bag.

“It’s not impossible though. All the groundwork is there; we just need to make the night tres chic.” Cheryl summed up as the teacher walked in. Betty shrugged and let out a long sigh. Jughead had likened you and Sweet Pea admitting you liked each other to getting two opposite ends of a magnet to stick together.

[draw-back-your-bow]

5 Things You Love About Ronnie (And 1 Thing You Hate) | R.R

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Pairing: Ronnie Raymond x fem!reader

Request: “Can I request Ronnie Raymond” | Requested by Anonymous

A/N: I don’t have much inspiration when it comes to Ronnie’s character, so I just decided to do a simple six things fic. I also put a Taylor Swift reference in this which I should really do more often.

Summary: There are five things you adore about Ronnie, then there’s one you don’t.

Warnings: Brief mention of insecurity, pouring milk before cereal

Word Count: ~1k

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1. Ronnie Raymond is passionate.

He always puts one hundred percent towards anything and everything he accomplishes. And he never skimps out.

Whether it is the particle accelerator, date night, or fixing a leaking sink, Ronnie always tries his best, and it’s usually enough. But in the rare case that he still fails to meet whatever criteria, he finds it in himself to try harder. To do better.

Although you are always happy with whatever he does, some people are not. Mostly his managers or employers. But whenever that happens, it usually only takes one nod from Doctor Wells for them to back off of Ronnie’s hard work.

And although he was mysterious and kept to himself outside of work, Doctor Wells admired Ronnie’s performance almost as much as you did. So whenever Ronnie excelled in his given task, the Doctor always made sure to show his appreciation. Even if it was in the form of a tight-lipped smile.

2. Ronnie is romantic.

Whenever he got a day off of work, you were guaranteed to come home to a candlelit apartment with your favorite foods strewn across the dining room table.

He kisses you before leaving every morning. And if he was ever summoned to the lab at an ungodly hour, he would leave you a sweet note which you always looked back on throughout the day.

Although it wouldn’t seem so, Ronnie was no stranger to showing his affection. He had a soft side that often came out when you both were alone.

He wasn’t particularly materialistic, so you often received heartfelt gifts and homemade cards. You made sure to preserve them in a box that you looked over in case you ever missed him.

Luckily, you don’t have to long for his presence too often since he always made sure the two of you didn’t go without contact for more than a few hours. Whether it be by text, call, video chat, or in-person visits.

3. Ronnie is a comedic genius (At least by your standards).

He is naturally relaxed and carefree, which makes it easier for him to joke around. Ronnie seems to have a sixth sense for knowing when you're stressed or tense, and even then, he knows exactly what to say.

After reassuring you that everything will be alright, he always adds in a joke which will perfectly tie up his consolation.

Even when you're not feeling blue, Ronnie will tell jokes just to make your day brighter than it already was with him in it. Though you’re not the only purpose he has for joking around, it comes effortless to him.

And while there are a couple lines that he says frequently, some just never get old. For example, you could hear his quip about being an “overpriced plumber” a million times, but you would still throw your head back laughing like a little kid.

4. Ronnie is insanely intelligent.

While you weren’t exactly sapiosexual, you couldn’t deny that Ronnie’s brilliance wasn’t alluring. He was quick-witted and able to think of answers to even the most outrageous of problems.

Whenever you had the slighted dilemma, one call to Ronnie would solve it. Though you often held back from asking him for too many answers so as to not get dependent on the human version of Google which you had as a boyfriend.

5. Ronnie is extremely handsome.

Ronnie was flawless in your eyes, and he always made sure you thought the same of yourself.

Being met with his chiseled jawline every morning when you woke up, was something you didn’t ever think you could go without.

Though unfortunately, his career would sometimes pull him away before your alarm could wake you up. In those cases, you would have to make due with one of the numerous photos you’ve taken of him.

But the adoration was never one sided. Ronnie would kiss you until you forgot any doubts you had about your appearance. And if that didn’t do the trick, he would counter every one of your negative thoughts with something he loved about you.

So although you worshipped Ronnie, he did the same for you.

6. There was a lot to love about Ronnie, but one thing you couldn’t stand was his inability to put cereal in the bowl, first.

No matter how hard you tried, you could not convince him that cereal first then milk was the natural order of things. You had shown him numerous times, but he just did not listen.

After all of your attempts to turn him into a normal cereal-maker had failed, you had to settle for never eating cereal. On the weekends, there were always pancakes, waffles, you’ve even made crepes, just anything to deter him from preparing cereal.

When you originally brought up your concerns, he didn’t understand the seriousness of the matter. But with time and you pressing the topic, he started to comprehend your sincerity in wanting him to change his ways “for the betterment of the multiverse” as you phrased it.

So once he learned how much it meant to you, he started doing it just to mess with you. Thereby making you ban cereal altogether.

Of course his habit wasn’t a deal breaker. It’s just that every time you saw him do it, it was like nails on a chalkboard. And if he had to endure that every morning at breakfast, he would ban it too.

But all in all, you loved Ronnie Raymond. Even if he made cereal the wrong way.

He was the most caring and passionate man you’ve ever met. So whether or not he ever started making cereal properly, waking up every day with him will be worth it. Because like they say, from here on out, it’s for better or worse.

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In The Dress Your Husband Hates

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 12. Prompt: “Dark Bride”. 

You’re trying on wedding dresses, and you know that you’re supposed to be excited, about your upcoming nuptials. But, the dark truth is, that you don’t love the man, you’re expected to marry. Frank finds you outside the bridal shop, in tears. You’ve never seen him before in your life - but, before you know it, you find yourself, telling him all your troubles. 

You stood in front of the fitting room mirror, staring at yourself, in the poofy white dress, and gauzy veil. It wasn’t an ugly dress, by any means. The price tag that clung to the collar, had a well-known designer’s name on it, in gaudy letters. A normal bride would feel lucky, that her generous future mother-in-law, had agreed to buy it for her. 

“You look pretty as a peach in that gown, Y/N,” the older woman smiled at you. “I can’t wait for my son, to see you walk down the aisle in it.” 

You arranged your facial features into a smile, knowing that this was what Mrs. R. wanted to see. But, even though you knew you should be happy, something about all this, still didn’t feel quite right.

“Ma’am?” interrupted a bridal shop employee, as she walked past. “You look lovely, but, um, your dress isn’t zipped up all the way in the back.”

“Oh,” you blushed. “Um, yeah, I couldn’t get it all the way up, when I was putting it on.” 

“Here, let me help with you that,” Mrs. R. offered. You flinched, when her matronly fingers grazed your skin. She tugged at your zipper. 

“Well, now, it just won’t budge,” she frowned. “Let me try again.” 

“Don’t pull so hard,” you hissed. “You’re going to break it.” 

“May I try?” the shopkeeper offered. You didn’t really care for the thought of more people touching you, but you acquiesced. 

“...Oh,” the shopkeeper pursed her lips, struggling to find the polite words, for what she wanted to say. “Ma’am, it seems that you’re too, um….”

“Yeah, I know, I'm too fat for the dress,” you snapped, feeling humiliated. “There’s no way you can squeeze my body into this thing, so just...get it off me, okay?” 

“Do y’all carry this dress, in a size up?” Mrs. R. asked discreetly.  

“No,” the shop girl shook her head, throwing you a pitying look. “I’m afraid that’s the biggest size we have.”

“Oh, my,” Mrs. R tutted. “Y/N, I didn’t realize that you had gotten so…..large.” 

I look like shit, you thought, cheeks burning. How am I supposed to stand at an altar, in front of all my friends and family, when I know I look this shitty?

“Maybe you can try a specialty store,” the girl suggested. “For, y’know….bigger women?”

“Fuck that,” you barked. 

“Watch your language!” the older woman hissed. 

“No!” you cried, hot tears beginning to well up in your eyes. “I...I can’t do this right now!” 

“What do you mean, you can’t?” Mrs. R. demanded. “I take you dress shopping, when your own mother doesn’t want a damn thing to do with your wedding, and this is how you repay me? By throwing a hissy fit in the store?” 

“I just...can’t, okay?!” you insisted, feeling overwhelmed. The tears began to stream down your cheeks. 

I have to get out of here, you thought, pushing past her. 

“Y/N!” she called after you, as you ran out the door. “Where do you think you’re going?!”

You didn’t know - but you didn’t intend to slow down. 

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You ran across the street, dodging cars that swerved and honked at you. On the other side of the street, you found a small, public park. You started running down the winding hiking trail, but you tripped on your train, and tumbled to the ground. 

“Ow!” you cried. “Goddamnit!” 

You had skinned your elbows when you fell, and the white tulle of your hemline had turned to muddy brown. What the hell am I doing? 

You sat down on a park bench, burying your head in your hands, as you wept. What the hell am I doing with my life, in general?

You looked up, when you heard a jingling sound. A large, brown dog stood in front of you, sniffing you curiously. 

“Oh, h-hey,” you said shakily, extending your hand, for the dog to sniff. “Where’d you come from, girl?” 

The dog licked your hand, as if she was trying to comfort you. It made you stop crying, if only for a moment.

“Lois!” cried an unfamiliar voice, and you watched, as a short, dark-haired man came running over. “You can’t run away from me like that, when we’re in public!” 

“Oh, is this your dog?” you realized, gazing up at him. His short-sleeved shirt revealed intricate tattoos on his arms. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry, she escaped from her leash,” the man explained, chuckling. His laughter died on his lips, as he took in the tears that stained your face. “Uh….hey, are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you lied, wiping your tears on the back of your hand. 

“Here, take this,” the man offered, pulling a tissue from his pocket. You took it, gratefully, and began dabbing at your eyes. 

“I’m Frank,” the man introduced himself. “And this is my dog, Lois.” 

“I’m Y/N,” you replied. “Sorry, did you want to sit down, so you can put Lois’ leash back on her?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Frank nodded, and you scooched over on the bench, to make room for him. He took a red leash out of his pocket, and hooked it onto Lois’ collar. 

Lois turned to you again. You patted her head, and scratched behind her ears. She gave your hand another appreciative lick. 

“So,” Frank asked curiously, “is there a reason that you’re wearing a wedding dress?” 

“Yeah, I was just at Betsy’s Bridal, across the street,” you explained. “I was supposed to be picking out a dress, to wear on my special day.” 

“Oh, congrats on your upcoming marriage,” Frank said politely. “Who’s the lucky guy?” 

“His name’s Ronnie,” you replied. 

“How long have you and Ronnie been together?” Frank asked. 

“Eight months,” you told him, reddening.

“Eight months?” Frank repeated, incredulous. “And you guys are already getting engaged?!”

“.....I’m three months pregnant,” you explained, shame-faced. 

“.....Oh.” For a moment, this revelation rendered Frank speechless. In the awkward silence that followed, the only sound was Lois’ wagging tail hitting the dirt, as you petted her some more.

“So,” he said bluntly, after a moment, “it’s a shotgun wedding?” 

“N-No!” you denied. “I mean, Ronnie’s mom is very Christian, and she was the one who insisted that the child can’t be born out of wedlock. But...Ronnie agreed that this was the right thing to do. She didn’t have to put a gun to his head.”

At least, not literally, you thought darkly. He’d freaked out, at first, but Mrs. R had told him that a baby needed a stable household, with a mother, and a father. And besides - people would talk. 

“Do you think he’s gonna be a good dad?” Frank asked seriously. 

“I guess,” you shrugged. “I mean, he could have ditched me. But, he decided that he wanted to be in the child’s life.” 

“Pfft,” Frank scoffed. “Don’t give the guy a gold medal, for doing the bare minimum.” 

“Hey!” you protested. “You’ve never even met him, what do you know?” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Frank shrugged. “I’m just a stranger, so you can take my opinions with a grain of salt. But, as far as I’m concerned….yeah, there’s a lot of deadbeat dads out there. But, just because you didn’t immediately abandon your kid, doesn’t automatically make you husband material.” 

“Ronnie’s a great guy,” you insisted. “I think he’ll be supportive, when the baby comes.” 

“You think?” Frank questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“Well..,” you hesitated. “To be honest, I haven’t seen much of him lately. He’s been out at the bar, with his friends, a lot.” 

“You serious?” Frank frowned. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “He said that once the baby is born, he’ll be forced to spend a lot of time at home, helping me with childcare stuff. So, for now, he wants to enjoy going out with his buddies, while he still can.”

“If I had a pregnant girlfriend,” Frank sighed, “I wouldn’t ditch her, for my boys. I’d want to be with her, every second that I could, so I could make sure that she, and the baby, were doing okay.” 

That sounded nice….but it had nothing to do, with your reality. 

“I found out the other day, that it’s a boy,” you revealed. The excitement that should have been in your voice, was absent. “Ronnie, says he wants to name him, Ronald Junior.” 

“Is that what you want?” Frank wondered.

“I…..I don’t even know, if I want this baby at all,” you confessed, dissolving into tears again. 

“Hey, ssh, it’s okay,” Frank soothed, putting an arm around you. You cried into his shoulder. 

“Why….why am I even telling you any of this?!” you wondered, as your body became wracked with sobs again. “I just met you! I don’t know anything about you! There’s no reason for me to just give you my whole life story like this!” 

Were the pregnancy hormones, driving you insane?

“People say that I’m a really good listener,” Frank shrugged. “Or, maybe you’ve been needing to get this stuff off your chest for a while - and it doesn’t really matter, who you say it to.”

“I don’t have anyone I can talk to,” you admitted, sniffling. “My mom says she won’t even go to my wedding, because she can’t stand Ronnie. And my friends…..well, they all think I should be happy about this. I’m gonna have a husband who works hard to support me, and a son, and a house with a white picket fence….that’s the dream, isn't it?” 

“It doesn’t sound like it’s your dream,” Frank said softly. “Not if thinking about that future, makes you want to run away, and cry.”

You didn’t even really know him, and yet you clung to him, as he let you cry yourself out, against his sleeve. He was right - you really had needed this, for a while. 

“I’m an outside observer,” Frank admitted. “I don’t know Ronnie, or his mom. I don’t even really know you. But, that also means that I don’t have any biased feelings. Looking at it, from the outside in....it looks like, to me, you don’t really want to go through with this wedding.” 

“But….what will happen, if I don’t?” you hesitated. “I’ll be an unwed mother, and he’ll just be my baby-daddy….everybody will think I’m trash.” 

“I was raised by a single mother,” Frank revealed. “She’s the most amazing person I know. I don’t think that it’s trashy at all.” 

“But....,” you wept, “If I don’t take Ronnie’s ring, who else will ever want me? The pregnancy is already making me too chubby, to fit in my dress properly. By the time I’m due, I’m going to look even more disgusting.”

“You don’t look disgusting,” Frank said, his eyes staring into yours. “Y/N…..you’re beautiful.”

“Y-you’re just saying that,” you blushed. 

“I’m not,” Frank shook his head. “When I saw this gorgeous woman, in this strange dress, sitting here, crying…..I was drawn to you. I wanted to take you into my arms, immediately, to make your tears stop.” 

This whole situation is insane, you thought, unsure whether to laugh, or cry. Instead, you did neither. You hugged him, impulsively. He smelled like cigarette smoke, and dog treats.

He returned the impromptu hug, squeezing you tight. 

“I won’t promise, to be your son’s dad, or anything,” Frank whispered, his breath against your ear. “Because he has a dad - but, you can co-parent with Ronnie, without being in a romantic relationship with him. If you don’t love him, Y/N, don’t promise the rest of your life to him. I just met you today, so I’m not gonna offer you a lifetime. But, I sure as hell, would love to offer you dinner, and a movie, sometime.”

You stared at him, heart racing. “You’re asking me out?” 

“We can just see where it goes,” Frank stammered, cheeks burning. “I just….I get so mad, hearing about how this Ronnie guy is so bad to you. It makes me want to show you that you can be treated better.” 

“I don’t want to marry Ronnie,” you decided. “I think….I’ve known that I didn’t want to, for a while. Thank you, Frank for helping me realize that. I just don’t know what’s gonna happen from here. His mom….she’ll never forgive me.”

“Screw her,” Frank said defiantly. 

“But, what I do know,” you smiled, “is  that I would love to go to dinner with you.”

“It’s a date,” Frank beamed, and took your hand in his. The small touch, of his calloused fingertips, thrilled you more, than anything Ronnie had done to you, in months. 

“....I have to tell him that I’m breaking the engagement, before I do anything else,” you frowned. “I need go about this the right way. But, there’s going to be…..so much backlash, you have no idea.” 

“If anyone tries to judge you, for the decision you’re making,” Frank offered, “I’ll sic Lois on ‘em. She can eat them for breakfast.” 

You laughed at this. 

“Wow,” Frank gaped.

“Wow, what?”

“That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile, since I sat down on this bench,” Frank explained. “Your smile makes you even more gorgeous.”

His words made you smile even wider - even though your marriage was ending before it began, his warm hand in yours, made you feel, as if everything was going to be okay, after all.