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newtonsheffield · 1 year ago
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Imagine being Pop Star Kate waking up to a bunch of articles about you kissing a rugby player in his car outside the hotel everyone knows you’ve being staying at. And that doesn’t even matter. Because all you can think about is the man whose weight is pressing you against the mattress as he snores softly.
“What’s happening?” Anthony groaned as he startled awake, his hair sticking up in a hundred different directions. The confused look on his face softened as he looked at her. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Anthony leaned down to kiss her gently and her stomach fluttered when he pulled back nudging the phone in her hand with his nose.
“Something interesting?”
“My… sister sent me a bunch of articles. Someone saw us come back here.”
“Oh right.” Anthony nodded, “I mean… there’s been rumours since you came to my game though.”
“Yeah.” Kate nodded, “It’s just… I don’t know…”
“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Anthony peered up at her through his hair, his chin on her chest still. “I know we just started hanging out, I know that. But… I don’t want to fuck around with you. I don’t want to do that thing where we wonder what we are for months, and it feels awkward and weird. I like you, and I don’t want to pretend that I don’t. I don’t want to see other people, or pretend I don’t want to spend every spare second with you.”
Kate’s breath caught and she tried to swallow through it but her voice still sounded choked. “Yeah, I like you too. I want to be your girlfriend.”
Anthony grinned, his face lighting up as he threw her over his shoulder, marching across the room to sit her at the piano, kneeling in front of her. “Play.”
“I can’t reach the pedal with you there.”
“I’ll forgive your less than perfect performance just this once.”
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witch-of-fanart · 2 years ago
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New Best Friend Finale!
Snake does a superhero landing and returns home.
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hairmetal666 · 2 years ago
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Closing shifts at Scoops Ahoy are always boring, but Robin took off early to study and nobody is coming in for ice cream at 8pm on a school night in mid-winter. Steve's alone and has been for the last forty-five minutes, with no end in sight.
He's doing tricks with his scooper, counting how many times he can twist it through his fingers without dropping it (57 so far), when the most beautiful man Steve has ever seen, walks in. He's got long dark hair that falls in perfect curls around his shoulders; wide eyes the same deep brown of fresh, dark coffee; and the most perfect plump mouth.
Steve can't move, his head going fuzzy. His eyes catch on the man's chest--visible through the black mesh tank top he's wearing-- revealing tantalizing swirls of black ink and the glint of silver bars through each nipple. The guy also has on leather pants that cling to the line of his legs like a second skin.
Jesus. Steve just realized he's bi and the physical embodiment of his wet dreams walks into the store like it's nothing. He's going to die.
The man rushes to the counter, his eyes finally falling on Steve, and it's like his feet get caught on each other for a second before he struts forward. His face melts into this heart-stopping smile, bringing out the cutest set of dimples Steve has ever seen. This is it, Steve is done for, time of death, 8:06pm.
"Ahoy, sailor," the man says with a mischievous glint in those dark eyes.
He returns the smile and somewhere, somehow, finds the words to reply, "I think that's my line."
Steve leans towards the counter, but in doing so, drops the scooper hanging from his fingers. The metallic clatter is harsh against the tile, and blood rushes to his cheek. "Whoops," he mumbles. He ducks down to retrieve it, mentally kicking himself for his clumsiness.
The man's smile only grows, and now there's a faint flush across his pale cheeks. And fuck if Steve can't help but smile right back, to let their eye contact linger.
"What can I get you?" He asks. His voice is way too low for regular customer service, and if he flutters his eyelashes too--well, that's between him and the USS Butterscotch.
"I know this is ridiculous. It's late and it's starting to snow," the man says. He leans over the counter. "But I need a strawberry shake to go."
"Strawberry shake, good choice," Steve nods. "Coming right up."
They don't stop looking at each other or smiling as he blends up the drink, and when he hands the cup over, their fingers brush, linger, both their faces staining red.
"How much do I owe you?" he asks.
Steve shakes his head. "On the house."
"You really know how to charm a guy, sailor-boy."
"Maybe I'm hoping to see you again."
"Depends," the man says. His smile widening, his dimples getting somehow deeper.
"On?"
"How good this shake is." He winks.
Steve thinks he might burst into flame before the man can taste the drink, but then the guy glances at his watch and curses. "Sorry, sweetheart, I gotta run. Been a pleasure, sailor."
And with that, he runs from the store, strawberry shake clutched in his long-fingered grasp.
Steve collapses against the counter, burying his face in his hands. He's not ever gonna recover from that.
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Eddie's guitar is in his lap, his melted strawberry shake at his side. He can't get the guy from the ice cream shop out of his head.
Fuck, he had all that perfect hair under that silly little hat; his face dotted with cute little moles and freckles; eyes that flashed from honey to gold to green flecked hazel; and the poutiest, most perfect lips ever had Eddie seen. Not to mention how he looked bent over in those itty bitty shorts. Shit, if he isn't totally done for.
He can't stop smiling.
That is until a guitar pick hits him right in the forehead, dragging his attention back to his surroundings.
"Earth to Eddie," their manager, Chrissy, says. "You go on in ten minutes."
"Don't tell me you didn't get the stupid shake." Gareth shakes his head.
"No, I got it. Not to worry."
"Then what's up with you?" Jeff asks.
Eddie can't help the huge, stupid smile that illuminates his face.
"There was a guy," Eddie sighs.
Chrissy and his bandmates share a look. "Let me guess," Gareth says. "You walked in and he was like 'Oh, Mr. Munson. Let me get you ice cream, let me suck your dick. Oooh, you're so hot. Corroded Coffin is my favorite band.'"
"C'mon, no. I don't even think he knew who I was."
At one point, that would've bothered him. But now, after five years of hooking up with dudes who were only interested in famous Eddie Munson, he likes that the guy from the ice cream parlor seemed totally oblivious. That, when his eyes lit up with interest, it was for genuine attraction and not name recognition.
"Did you get his number?" Chrissy asks.
He slumps. "No."
His friends all groan. Another guitar pick flies at him, getting caught up in his curls.
"Well, you'll go back tomorrow. Now get your head in the game, Munson! You have a sold out stadium to play!"
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"I'm not kidding you, Robs, he was the hottest guy I've ever seen. I didn't even know dudes could be that beautiful."
"Uh-huh," she says.
"You're not even listening." He jabs her in the ribs, making her squeak.
"Sorry, sorry," she bats his hands away. "Describe him again?"
And he does, leaving nothing out. Once he's done, Robin is gaping at him, gum about to fall out of her open mouth.
"What?"
She grabs his wrist, dragging him out of the store.
"Robin, what are you doing? We're supposed to be working!"
She doesn't answer, just hauls him to the record store down the hall.
"Was it this guy?" She asks. She's out of breath.
"What?"
"Steve! Was it him?" She gestures to a new release display and it's Steve's turn for speechlessness.
He's surrounded of images of the man from last night; on magazines, CDs, cassettes, on a couple posters hanging on display. He's with a couple of other guys, they're in a band called Corroded Coffin, but all Steve can see is deep brown eyes and plush lips, the bright dimples.
"Well?" Robin demands.
"Yeah," he nods. "That's him."
"Oh my god!" Robin screams. She grabs his arm and squeezes. "You flirted with Eddie Munson! Steve! You minx!"
"It was nothing," he blushes. "He's probably got someone already, anyway. I mean, look at him."
Robin makes a little face. "There are some rumors, but nothing serious."
"It was a nice dream," he says. He gives her a little smile. "Now, let's get back to work."
She loops her arm through his. "Whatever you say, dingus."
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It's been a long day of slinging ice cream. Maybe Robin's revelation that the cute guy from the night before was an insanely famous rockstar is to blame, but Steve is exhausted.
"Hey, dingus!" Robin calls from the front.
"Yeah?" he mumbles.
"Some guy is here for you. He looks a lot like Eddie Munson."
She's not even finished with her sentence before Steve is vaulting back behind the counter, coming face-to-face with the man of his dreams.
Eddie's gorgeous, his face already flushed a faint pink. And just like the night before, Steve can't help but smile at the man before him, who dimples up immediately in return.
He forgets that Robin is there until she says, "Go get 'em, tiger," and snaps him in the chest with a towel.
With Robin gone, they still don't say anything for a second, both smiling and blushing and staring at each other.
"So, uh, I guess you're wondering why I'm back today."
"That's easy," Steve says. "It was the best strawberry milkshake you ever had."
Eddie laughs with his head back and Steve is stuck staring at the long lines of his throat.
"Well, it was the best, no question. Made me realize I was a fool not to ask for your number."
Somehow Steve's smile grows. He jots his name and number on a Scoops napkin, passing it to Eddie who does the same, before carefully ripping the paper in half.
"We're still on tour for the next three months, but I'll call you when I can?"
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Talk soon, sweetheart," Eddie leans into Steve's space, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Steve still has a hand resting on the spot when Robin re-emerges.
"Oooh, you've got it sooo bad," she sing-songs.
He's so happy, he can't even bother to shush her.
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Corroded Coffin has a new album out. It's a huge hit, number ones across the board, a fixture on MTV. It's full of heavy metal love songs, sales bolstered by the rumors that Eddie's been in a secret relationship for years.
They're at the Grammys, nominated for Best Metal Performance. The band has moved on down the red carpet, but Eddie's still answering questions, their assistant waiting with him. The interviewer asks Eddie, "There's a lot of speculation about your romantic life because of this album. There are rumors that the song 'Sailor Boy' is in reference to how you met your lover. Will you tell fans about the person you're dating, the one who inspired the album?"
"No," Eddie smiles for the camera. "But oh, do I love the way he moans," he sings a lyric of the song in question before giving the interviewer a lascivious wink, and continuing on down the carpet.
Years later, after Eddie and Steve are comfortably out and married and Corroded Coffin has cemented themselves in metal history, the video of that interview will be uploaded to YouTube.
It's obvious, now, the way Eddie and Steve, the "assistant", gravitate towards each other. How Steve flushes a pretty crimson that spreads below the collar of his shirt as Eddie sings. The way Eddie smirks at him with a raised eyebrow. The way his hand cradles the small of Steve's back as they walk away together.
It causes a frenzy online, fans compiling blog posts and videos of moments of Steve and Eddie being totally obvious about being in love before the world knew that they were.
Eventually, Steve posts a photo to the band's webpage. It's of him and Eddie at Scoops Ahoy. He's wearing his uniform, and Eddie is in a faded Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans. They stand at the counter with their arms around each other, smiling hard, eyes locked. He captions it with, "putting the sailor boy allegations to rest."
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tasm-mick · 5 months ago
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I saw Dev Patel last night at an advance screening of Kinds of Kindess, and I told him I loved monkey man. I haven’t stopped thinking about it, like he’s so pretty in person
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thewallofclaire · 8 days ago
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what if felicity & diego re-enact all of their r1 scenes together during the 10th year anniversary? 😳
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thcgoodwitch · 7 months ago
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La fiesta cumplía su cometido de distraerla. Las fechas actuales eran todo menos agradables y Rosalind buscaba ocuparse cuanto podía, incluso tomando más horas en su trabajo. Ahora mismo trataba de centrarse en la celebración, en el ruido de las conversaciones y de la música, en los olores de la comida, en las luces que adornaban. Era lindo, e intentaba contagiarse del regocijo que abundaba en el lugar. Estaba casi segura de que un chico no dejaba de verla, y por pura curiosidad, ella también lo miraba. No es como si fuese a realizar movimiento alguno, desde Benjy ya no le interesaba nada relacionado, pero sí le causaba intriga. "¡Oh, hola!" Retiró su vista del muchacho para dirigirla a su interlocutor, que surgió de repente. "Eh... Pues tampoco esperaba encontrarme aquí hoy, pero... Aquí estoy" soltó una pequeña risa. La verdad es que aún le era un poco incómodo estar en sitios así. Se sentía un poco fuera de lugar. "Diría que me sorprende verte, pero está lleno de jugadores, así que tiene sentido" aunque no estaba segura de si ya habría tenido su primer partido. Suponía que no porque estaba en el mismo equipo que Ivan, ¿verdad? "¿Bebes?" Por alguna razón le extrañó, y es que seguía viéndolo muy joven para su edad, incluso si le habían mencionado que rondaba la misma que Davies. "Ah, ¡claro! Sí, vamos" aceptó entonces, asintiendo un par de veces.
—No esperaba encontrarte aquí— expresó el chico con una gran sonrisa cuando se encontró a Rose en la fiesta de Sturgis, pero sin duda le alegraba ver que ya estaba saliendo más pues aparte de estar enamorado de ella, la consideraba una amiga —¿quieres que busquemos algo de beber?— la curiosidad era más que notable en su voz.
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newtonsheffield · 1 year ago
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Does Neddy also asks her to play his baby brother song and that's how the world knows Kate Sharma is pregnant again?
Oh my god, imagine Neddy whispering into the microphone accidentally “Play my brother’s song, Mummy!”
And the entire crowd gasps as Kate let’s out a laugh, “Well, cat’s out of the bag.” The song shifted, and Kate sighed, “Anthony and I are expecting another baby. He’s due in March.”
“I’m gonna be a big brother!” Neddy grinned as the crowd clapped, “Like my Papa!”
“Just like Papa, baby.” Kate hummed kissing the top of his head again before she turned to the crowd, “And when this one’s so sweet who can blame us?! Anthony, can you come and get Neddy, honey? Say goodbye, Neddy Baby.”
“Good bye! Have fun Amma!”
Anthony scooped up their son and left a kiss on Kate’s cheek who sighed as Anthony walked away. “I tell you what, when a pretty sports boy comes up to you at a party and tells you he’s got a crush on you: Bloody Listen to him everyone. He makes sweet little boys who tell you how pretty you are when you make his toaster waffles.”
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duahauuoplanh · 1 year ago
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I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
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ferncloud · 1 year ago
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hmm i wonder if tumblr user ferncloud likes ferncloud...
/.\ MAYBE...
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mirrorballsss · 2 years ago
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@winterrhayle
PLEASE DON’T BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE
PLEASE DON’T HAVE SOMEBODY WAITING ON YOU
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purrvaire · 1 year ago
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has stede staged a wedding just so ed could crash it and say I OBJECT? i dont actually know but sure it sounds like an unhinged thing he would do
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jendoe · 2 years ago
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tagged by @shadowglens and @leviiackrman to make some ocs in this picrew! thank you lovelies 💖
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magic-number-3 · 1 year ago
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enchanted is one of the most romantic songs of all time
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newtonsheffield · 9 months ago
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Blushing all the way home Anthony trying to seduce Kate ?!?!
Oh 100%. Kate just watching in their home gym while Anthony does his little stretches like a bear looks at those Salmon jumping out of the river.
“Should I ah… get you a little bib Babe?” Anthony grinned at his fiancée over his shoulder. “Little bit of drool there.”
Kate rolled her eyes and gave him the finger, “You’re a dickhead.”
“Can I expect some lyrics about my little peaches?” He stared at her from between his legs this time.
“I can’t stand you!”
“You’re obsessed with me! You can’t stop yourself!”
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bumpscosity · 9 months ago
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i figured since Ammi's finally gonna have another birthday, she should finally get gened up! i still need to work on her personality/lore wise, but for now all i know is that she's a skilled hunter who seems cold and calculating but if she wants to can make friends with anyone!
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zappedbyzabka · 11 months ago
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My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again
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