#head over feet

[diamondmeadow]

Christmas is coming early. Thank you, wherever you are, dear god of fanfiction (actually one resides in all of us, especially in all the writers). Thank you thank you thank you million times. Thank you.

Daddy Remus and OnlyFans star James are currently doing Movember together. James does it every year, because his moustache is GLORIOUS and he raises a ton of money for a great cause, and this year he talked Remus into joining him. Remus' moustache grows in so fast that it has to be trimmed two weeks into the month because it's getting unruly, and James, savvy self-promoter that he is, posts a selfie of them together on all his socials, because he knows a hot daddy with a beautiful moustache is serious engagement bait for his target demographic.

Speaking of Sirius, he spends the whole month pouting, because he is UNCOMFORTABLE with James being in cahoots with Remus, and it's bad enough that they've started going to the gym together (because Remus asked about James' shoulder routine once and this somehow lead to them being Gym Buddies, and playing squash together every Tuesday while Sirius is in his night lecture?!), so this is just a step too far. 

AND, for the record, Sirius maintains that the moustaches are ABOMINATIONS.  He hates them. James looks like the 70s pornstar he always aspired to be, and daddy looks... Ridiculous, okay? He looks ridiculous. And if Sirius turns pink whenever he has to answer that question, it's no one's business but his own. And if he squeezes his thighs together when he thinks Remus isn't looking because he can't stop thinking about the scratch and scrape of that moustache on the most tender parts of his body, no one needs to know that either. And if they're sitting on the couch one night watching TV, and Remus keeps absently stroking his fingers over his moustache, and Sirius' restraint pulls taut until it snaps like a flimsy rubber band and he dives into daddy's lap and mumbles daddy-can-i-sit-on-your-face-tonight-pretty-please, well... Remus will never betray his secrets.

But of course, James wouldn't be James if he didn't take it one step too far. And when Sirius comes out of his night class and checks Instagram to see that selfie, with James and Remus sweaty and grinning on the squash court, and he reads the caption, "Just finished a great workout with Daddy Remus, my Movember buddy! #Movember #donatelinkinbio #menshealth #daddy", the post has already been up for hours. And Sirius can utter all the threats of bodily harm he wants, but it's too late. Even with the caption tastefully edited, the damage is done. James' legions of followers and fans will forever remember Daddy Remus and his killer stache.

[prettiesteyess]

head over feet. Walker Scobell x Reader

Loosely based on the song Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette!!

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"Hey Princess, how was your day?" Came the voice of boyfriend, Walker as I stepped through his front door.

"My day was good Walker, thanks for asking." I smile brightly, surprised he asked about it. "How was yours?"

As he told me about his day I couldn't help but watch him with heart eyes. I never meant to fall for him but it was hard not to when he was so Walker. 

After I said hi to his parents and Tanner who was on the couch, we made our way up to his room. When we got there he held the door open for me. 

We sat down on his bed and I talked about an interaction I had in the way to his house that was less than pleasant. He listened intently the whole time. 

I smiled at him, cutting myself off. "Yknow you're my best friend?"

"Best friend with benefits." He laughed as he pulled me into his side with a hand on my hip.

"Yeah I guess so." I laughed in return, placing my head in his shoulder so he couldn't see my flushed face.

This is the happiest I've felt in so long and it's all because of him. 

Without really thinking, I let the three words that have been begging to be spoken come out.

"I love you." Before he could say anything I continued. "You completely won me over, in spite of my own wants. So don't be alarmed that I've fallen head over feet. Don't be surprised that I love you. For all that you are. I really just couldn't help it yknow. It's all your fault for being so nice to me, and so effortlessly caring."

I continue to avoid his gaze until he gently grabs my chin and tilts it toward him.

"I love you too." And just like that he connected our lips for the first time. It was magical, like something out of a dream.

"Sorry I should have asked" Walker says sheepishly after we pull away.

"Next time." I giggle and press my lips to his once more.

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Help guys I hope that was good 😭 I haven't written in so long and I've never written for Walker before.

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NEW CHAPTER OF HEAD OVER FEET FOR YOU!

Thanks @snarkyhag for the beta <3

[bakedbakermom]

dana scully x jagged little pill

msr s1-7 x "head over feet" (track 8/12)

[gleetournaments]

The Ultimate Duets Tournament Round 2 Match 33

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[myimaginaryradio]

Head Over Feet - Alanis Morissette

Just finished my forth painting in this series. What do you think?

[annas-hair-donut]

This comes from the next (last) chapter of Head Over Feet. Honestly not sure when I'll post this chapter, but not before Smut Week. Anyway, have some Kristanna cuteness til then!

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Anna jumped at the ding of her email, just Olaf letting the office know the men’s restroom on the 4th floor would be out of order for the next three hours.

She took a deep breath and wiped her damp hands on her non-absorbent chiffon skirt. It wasn’t the right material for work, especially on a stressful day, but Anna was feeling particularly rebellious. And prepared.

She reached for the single strand of pearls hanging from her neck and twisted it around her fingers while she remembered how they got there.

She had been running late that morning because everything she tried on looked even more Laura Petrie than the one before, and Kristoff’s knock took her off guard.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she whispered with her hands on her hips.

“I just need a second,” he said, and he looked her up and down as he shut the door behind him. 

His smirk looked smug because Anna had smiled when she caught his eyes lingering.

Anna raked her eyes over every surface of his body, the crisp cleanness of his stiff collar, the sharp, symmetrical knot of his tie, the smooth chisel of his jaw, and the still wet helmet of blond hair protecting his head. He was dependable like a statue, but there was only so much he could withstand before a smile cracked through his lips and his eyes sparkled warm with devotion.

Anna lifted her hands to his cheeks so he wouldn’t crumble.

“I wanted to give this to you personally.” He handed her a box that must have barely fit in his jacket pocket.

Anna opened the white, unmarked box, flashing her eyes at him repeatedly as she did so. Inside was a magenta colored leather envelope, folded over with a snap.

Anna’s heart pounded when she looked at him with widened eyes.

His eyebrows shifted while half of his mouth curved a little more.

The bottom of the box fell to the floor as Anna opened the snap. Her fingers traced the strand of pearls, shiny with hints of pink and blue.

“Kristoff,” she said, her voice choking unexpectedly, “this is too much!”

He took the strand from the envelope and held the ends apart. Anna held her hair up as she turned around. He kissed the back of her neck before wrapping the pearls around it.

“You can’t be a real mid-century housewife without pearls.”

Anna snorted as she dropped her hair.

“Did you know that Mary Tyler Moore fought the network to wear pants for one scene in every episode of the Dick van Dyke Show?”

Anna smiled and he said, “You’re more powerful than you know.”

“You know a lot about classic tv!”

“Mary Tyler Moore was my first crush.” Then he whispered, “She still does it for me.”

Anna giggled and said, “Thank you, Kristoff. I love it.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, “Almost as much as the strawberries.”

He pulled away and she said, “Olaf told me.”

She was pulled back to the present by another Outlook ding, a calendar appointment, followed by a knock on her door.

[freewayshark]

Fuck penicillin I had mankind’s greatest idea when I realized Head Over Feet is a bucktommy song. I’m allergic to penicillin anyway

[scratchybeardsweetmouth]

hahahaha i thought i was finally coping and moving on but then i heard 'Head Over Feet' live from Alanis Morissette last night (she's frigging terrific still with her voice by the way. AND I MEAN FRIGGING TERRIFIC BELTING OUT THOSE NOTES AND ROCKIN' HARD) and i remembered the lyrics which hit me hard on tedbecca and i drove home crying thinking about them 🤡

I had no choice but to hear you You stated your case time and again I thought about it

You treat me like I'm a princess I'm not used to liking that You ask how my day was

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole You're so much braver than I gave you credit for That's not lip service

You are the bearer of unconditional things You held your breath and the door for me Thanks for your patience

You're the best listener that I've ever met You're my best friend Best friend with benefits What took me so long?

I've never felt this healthy before I've never wanted something rational I am aware now I am aware now

You've already won me over in spite of me Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are I couldn't help it It's all your fault

And THEN FECKING 'Sometimes when we touch' by Dan Hill plays on the radio and I know I haven't made a gifset since the finale but that chorus almost makes me wanna create on their trifecta hug scenes.

You ask me if I love you And I choke on my reply I'd rather hurt you honestly Than mislead you with a lie And who am I to judge you On what you say or do? I'm only just beginning to see the real you

And sometimes when we touch The honesty's too much And I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you 'til I die 'Til we both break down and cry I wanna hold you 'til the fear in me subsides

[poprocklyrics]

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole

Head Over Feet, Alanis Morisette

[trollsworldtour4eva]

Listening to the entirety of Jagged Little Pill and going insane

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Head Over Feet--Ch. 8

Chapter 8

           “How do you do that again?” The kid’s name was Noel, and he was fascinated by one of the videos I’d pulled up from one of our shows. It was Hanger doing the running shooting star press. The kid had asked me to replay it at least a dozen times.

           Standing beside him, I watched the kid as he studied the move on the screen. His fingers kept toying with the zipper on his jacket.

           “I was never really good at it,” I said honestly. “But basically, you get a short running start and then do a backflip onto the other guy.”

           He looked up at me with a furrow in his brow. “But do you lead with your head or your chest or your foot? How do you know you’ll land in the right place?” He tugged his jacket zipper up and down, like it was a nervous tick. “What angle do you do? Can you do the geometry in your head?”

           I felt my eyes bulge in surprise. “Geometry? We don’t really think about it that way. At least, I don’t.”

           The furrow in Noel’s brow got deeper. “But how do you do it if you don’t do the math?” His frustration was palpable. He tugged his jacket zipper with more force.

           I paused the video and sat down in the chair next to where he stood. The sound of the zipper was loud in my ears. “We just feel it. And practice a lot. I mean, a lot! My friend Adam here… he’s done that move hundreds of times. He can tell you exactly how many steps he needs to take and where he’s going to land without looking. He can do it with his eyes closed in his sleep.”

           “But—”

           For a second, I thought about reaching out to put my hand on his shoulder. But the tension in his features let me know that might not be a good idea.

           “It’s like this thing called muscle memory. Right? Like when you do something so often and so many times that you don’t even think about it anymore,” I said slowly. “When Adam does that move, his body kind of does the math for him.”

           Noel opened his mouth to speak, but a shadow fell over us before he could. Ellie stood there with a faint smile. She settled her hand in the space between his shoulder blades. When she spoke, her voice was low and soothing.

           “It’s time for special, Noel. You don’t want to be late.”

           The frustration in his features smoothed out. The fidgeting with his zipper slowed. He looked up at the clock.

           “Ms. Kyle, may I go to my special now?”

           Ellie smiled and dropped her hand back to her side. “Of course. Don’t forget your bag.”

           Noel nodded and went to grab his backpack. He gave Ellie a wave as he walked out. The moment the door closed behind him, she sank into a chair and covered her eyes with her hands.

           “I’m sorry about that,” she said, her words muffled behind her fingers.

           I laughed before I could stop myself. “Why? The kids were pretty awesome.”

           “I meant Noel.”

           “Ellie, seriously. He just had questions.” I had the urge to reach out to her. I settled for scooting my chair a little closer. “Hell, I haven’t even thought about geometry in ten years, let alone with a shooting star press!”

           She laughed and I couldn’t help but feel my heart racing in my chest. It made something slip down into my toes—this warmth that enveloped me. Ellie let out a faint sigh and took a breath. When she looked back over at me, I couldn’t stop myself.

           “Go out with me.” I cringed as the words spilled out. Almost like a demand rather than a request. “I mean—”

           “Sure.”

           If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she was blushing.

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           By the time I got home and dropped my bag, I was convinced the whole thing had been some sort of fever dream. There was no way that I’d actually asked Ellie Kyle on a legitimate date. I’d clearly had some bad Taco Bell or something. In reality, I was in some massive hallucination while I was in the emergency room. Or I’d wake up any minute to find that I’d overslept and missed my entire visit to Ellie in the first place.

           Groaning, I flopped down on the end of my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I’d barely closed my eyes when my phone went off. Ellie’s name appeared when I clicked on the screen.

           Let me know when you want to get together. Thanks again for everything today. -E.

           My God. It had really happened.

           Heart pounding in my throat, I took a screenshot of the message and sent it to Sam with the words don’t talk about my nuts ever again. After a moment’s thought, I sent the same one to Nick. Maybe that would make both of them leave me alone.

           I should have known it wasn’t going to be anywhere near that easy.

           Not five seconds later, my ringtone blared through the room.

           “What, Sam?” My voice came out a little gruffer than I intended.

           Laughter rolled through the line. “Close,” my little brother cackled.

           “Oh hell,” I grunted. “I’d rather talk to Sam.”

           “I’m here, too!”

           The urge to hang up ran through me. It was one thing for Sam to haze me about not dating, but it was something else entirely for my baby brother to back her up.

           “When is it?”

           “Where are you going?”

           “Don’t go to Black Bear. Go somewhere nice.”

           “Make sure you get a haircut.”

           “And clean up those mutton chops!”

           “Remember—”

           “STOP!” Their rapid-fire questions and comments swam through my head, making it ache. “Jesus, please stop.”

           Instantly, silence crackled down the line. It was almost like I could hear them breathing. When I closed my eyes, I could imagine the two of them on the sofa in Sam’s apartment with Nick’s phone on his knee and both with contrite expressions.

           “Sorry,” Sam said after a few moments of strained quiet.

           I sighed and sat up, my head in my hand. “It’s okay. I’m still surprised as hell myself.”

           For half a second, I thought back to that day in LAX when we first met Sam. How I secretly put her number in my phone from the tag on her luggage. I had every intention of asking her out the instant I saw her. But then I saw how my brother looked at her and heard how he talked about her in the days afterward. I couldn’t bring myself to go through with calling and asking her out. Not when it was clear that Nick was already smitten with her after ten minutes.

           It was something I was ashamed of, even if no one knew. Truth was I hoped no one ever knew.

           “How can we help?” Nick asked evenly. “What d’you need?”

           I scrubbed my face with my hand. “Honestly, I don’t have any clue. You know how long it’s been since I’ve been on a date.”

           Before I could spiral back into thoughts of Her, Sam’s voice rushed down the line. “It’s dating bootcamp for you then, Matty!”

           My head fell forward. I put it between my knees, sure I was going to panic if I didn’t. An ache started behind my eyes, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. “You know what, Sammy? Sure. What’s the worst that could happen?”

           She squealed so loud I nearly threw the phone across the room.

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Chapters: 8/15 Fandom: Glee Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson/Original Character(s), Kurt Hummel/Original Character(s), Sam Evans/Mercedes Jones Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez, Sam Evans, Mercedes Jones, Rachel Berry, Elliott "Starchild" Gilbert, Original Characters Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Reunion Fic, Infidelity, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

After Kurt and Blaine broke up the second time, they went their separate ways, living their separate lives in New York City. Fifteen years later, a retirement party brings them back together into each other's orbit, with surprising, for both of them, consequences. Are they able to fit each other into their already complicated and messy lives? And are these newfound feelings real? Or just echoes of a past relationship?

Canon Divergent after Season 5.

Next Chapter - Chapter 8 is now up! Thanks @snarkyhag for the beta! :) 

[loonysama]

Head Over Feet

Chapters: 5/12 now posted

Fandom: Frozen

Rating: Mature

Ships: Anna/Kristoff, Anna & Hans

Characters: Anna, Kristoff, Female Hans (Gianna), OC kids of Kristoff

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Office, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Slow Burn, Workplace Relationship, Boss/Employee Relationship, Jealousy, Emotional Manipulation, Female Hans, Protective Kristoff, Valentine's Day, Halloween, Implied/Referenced Cheating

Summary: Anna Quinn, the new HR manager at Frozen Fractals, has a crush on her boss Kristoff Boreman, who’s separated from his wife. Luckily, Anna’s new best friend Gianna West (female!Hans), whom she accidentally hires the first day they meet, is there to help Anna navigate her love life by playing matchmaker and discouraging her from having crushes on married men. But is Gianna really the loyal friend Anna thinks she is, or is she the devil in disguise?

Chapter 5: Leftover Mac'n'Peace: Kristoff wins Anna over with a double chocolate muffin, while she wins his kids over with mac’n’cheese. NOW POSTED!

Read from the beginning here.

[madusaz]

I'm reading head over feet (which is the original version of the love hypothesis back days on ao3) and its so fun omg I really love adam and olive so much