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fossadeileonixv · 4 years ago

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Wednesday Milan Musings

If you’re not rooting for this man and Napoli this afternoon you have no soul.

I’m not one to have ‘second teams’ but Napoli,as long as Gattuso is in charge, gonna push that to it’s limits. I can’t wait to watch the Coppa Final game today. Go get us some revenge Rino.

COPPA THOUGHTS

Inter/Napoli

- When I saw Inter line up with Skriniar on the right side of their defense across from Insigne it was clear how Napoli would set up .A U12 coach would see that matchup and be licking their lips. Conte trying to play a back 3 with a slow and sloppy guy like Skriniar trying to cover a third of the pitch is a joke. If he can’t stay close enough to beat the crap out of you he’s in big trouble. Watch the replay of the Napoli goal. He’s not even on the screen. If I’m Inter and 352 is my future I’m selling him ASAP. I can’t think of a defender in the world more over rated than him. You could get 50 million from some idiot EPL club and laugh all the way to the bank.

- Eriksen is a beast. I think he can be the player to push them even higher.... I’m just not sure how much longer Martinez will be there or how the backline will fair against better teams. Could be a case of bad timing. I mean... we scored 2 on them and dominated them for 45 minutes. What would a team like Bayern do?

The FINAL

- I see this coming down to one thing.... can Betancur sit deep enough to help keep the ball away Bonucci and de Ligt? If Napoli’s mighty mites can run at and around the Juve defense all day they are in big trouble. If Betancur, probably alongside Khedira, can keep Napoli from making those penetrating runs and passes they will be rendered useless.

Prediction?

My heart says 2-1 Napoli via the counter. Mertens the hero.

My brain says 1-1 and it goes to PKs and Juve somehow find a way. people come away thinking napoli weren’t ready for the occasion.

AND NOW FOR THE REST OF THE SEASON

A sentence or 2 on each team looking forward to the rest of the season:

No matter what anyone says JUVE is still the favorite. They have the deepest squad and have the player who’s done it most on the big stage. I’d still have them as 2-1 favorites to win the thing.

The ‘LAZIO challenging for a Scudetto’ parade could come to an abrupt halt in their first game back from the break away to Atalanta. i can’t really think of a worse game to come back with. Lose that and they crumble and finish 10 points back.

The Conte honeymoon period will end and INTER will finish 4th. martinez looking forward to a move to barca will be the Yin to Eriksen’s Yang.

ATALANTA will continue their insane form and make a run at possibly finishing second. Mark it.

ROMA will continue to be the bizarre enigma that they always are and solidly finish 6th. What else could possibly happen with them?

NAPOLI will make an amazing run but ultimately be a victim of their horrible first half I say they finish a point from the CL spots. Management will realize that they still can compete with this group and bring back Koulibaly and Mertens for one more run.

You can convince me that MILAN will finish anywhere from 7th to 14th and I would believe you. Does Pioli lead usto success knowing he won’t be here next year? Does the team essentially quit knowing it’s a lame duck season?

In 13 games left to play VERONA will score 8 goals and concede 6 and be the most boring team in the league to watch.

Having survived relegation PARMA will pack their aging squad into moth balls while looking forward to next years 15th place finish. ‘Survive and advance’ should be their club motto.

BOLOGNA’s top 10 scorers are midfielders and defenders. Not a striker to be found other than the 38 year old Palacio. I will fight anyone that dares to say that Mihajlovic isn’t a miracle worker.

SASSUOLO is eventually going to play a 5-5 game before this season is over. Jeremie Boga will get 4 of them.

CAGLIARI went into the January window desperately needing to reinforce their backline. They brought in a mid and a striker. It shows. If Sassuolo is the candidate to play a 5-5 game, Cagliari are the candidate to lose one 7-0. Atalnata vists them July 5th. That sounds about right.

All I see when I watch FIORENTINA right now is a fantasy of Patrick Cutrone deputizing under Ibrahimovic at Milan. It hurts. It hurts to my soul.

-16, -17, -16, -16... those are the goal differentials for UDINESE, TORINO, SAMPDORIA and GENOA. A headline for each:

De Paul destined to be sold to ________.

Belotti finally on the move to _________.

________ arriving to assure Raineri success.

Genoa miraculously survives the drop AGAIN.

July 4th will be your 5-5 game. LECCE away to Sassuolo. mark your calendars folks.

It will be sad to see SPAL and their pajama man uniforms finally go down. on the bright side Andrea Petagna will go back to Napoli to play under his pre Gamma Ray persona in Gattuso. Perfect.

BRESCIA was set to be such a fun story before the year started. We would get to see Tonali test himself against some of the big boys and Balotelli would go all Lazarus and put on a show. At least we got one of those things.

Cheers

Lisi

PS: I was gonna write a big transfer/summer window blog today. I realized I’m not ready for that yet. I wanna really invest my time and energy in the rest of the season and see where it goes. There will be plenty of time for silly season later.

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years ago

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@charlie-sisters asked:

Sending in for that matchup, please! 💖 My name is Jess and lol putting it simply, I am a mess. 😅 This is starting off depressing, but I honestly don't like myself at all and I struggle finding anything nice to say about myself at all. Sometimes i cope with that with self-depreciating humor. (My sense of humor in general can get dark, lol) I have bad anxiety and I do not cope with it well. I need a lot of reassurance and I feel like it annoys people around me. (1/3)

I am kinda hard to get to know because of social anxiety. I second guess everything and never really believe anyone likes me, so I kinda pull away and isolate myself more than I should. On lighter notes, I LOVE rainy days, listening to music, and relaxing at home. Quiet nights in are all I need to be happy, lol. my sense of humor can be dark, but I'll just as easily laugh at silly puns and 'stupid' jokes (like the 'arr' rated pirate movie joke, lol). So anything goes, I guess. 😂 (2/3)

I'm not great at opening up when things bother me, but I like to think I'm good at listening and offering comfort when it's needed. (3/3) Thank you AGAIN and so sorry to be such a bother!! 💖💖💖

Edit: and Patrick Verona <3

Under a cut because there’s lots here <333 Enjoy, darling! <3

Word count for the three: 2, 312 (uhh... woops??)

Arthur // wc: 751.

Don’t think for a minute that Arthur doesn’t know where your self-deprecating sense of humour stems from. He dislikes it but he can’t really say anything about it because he’s exactly the same way. Whenever you say something bad about yourself, Arthur frowns at you and quietly says, “Do you really think that, Jess?” and for everything you say by way of explanation is noted quietly; there are pages in his journal filled with things that you’ve joked about or said and all the ways in which Arthur thinks he can prove you wrong. He just can’t get his head around the fact that you don’t see yourself as he does; it’s a cruel joke, he thinks, and he’s determined to change your punchline. Generally speaking, you have a dark sense of humour and Arthur really connects deeply with you over that. Over the weeks and months that you spend time together, Arthur’s comedic material becomes more tailored to you and what is guaranteed to make you laugh, so deeply in love with you is he that unless you’re smiling, the entire world is wrong and it must be corrected. You don’t cope well with your anxiety but it’s something that Arthur is more than familiar with so he’s more than willing to help you in any way that he can, learning all of your verbal and non-verbal cues as quickly as he can so that he can help you best. He’s never afraid to give you reassurance and anything you need is immediately given to you.There is nothing that Arthur won’t do for you, to you, and he proves himself to be true time and time again; even as exhausted as he is.

There are beginning difficulties between you and Arthur because you’re both quite hard to know initially. Arthur hides within himself a lot of the time and he keeps to himself as best as he can, used though he is to being targeted by other people. Try though he might to hide, to avoid any trouble, it seems that it always finds him. You find it hard to believe that people like you and truly is Arthur the same; but with many reassurances and shocked, quiet glances, you find your own ways to each other. You are each other’s rock in so many ways and you come through for one another again and again. You pull away and isolate but Arthur does the same sometimes, and there are times when you don’t talk for hours or days but the other person will definitely approach, knowing each other as well as you do. You adore rainy days and listening to music and on those days, Arthur invites you over, wanting nothing more than to spend the entire day with you dancing to Sinatra, Durante and others. You both enjoy your quiet nights together, your solace away from the busy and harsh reality that you both have to endure. The nights are for the both of you to spend time together; even if you barely talk to each other, you enjoy nothing more than dancing around Arthur in the kitchen when you’re doing the necessary chores or otherwise tidying up the apartment, so tidy is Arthur. You’re always laughing around each other; so alike are your senses of humour and so desperate is Arthur to truly make you laugh. His eyes close every time he hears such a sweet sound and he longs to cradle it in his hands and to cherish it forever. It’s a daily goal for the both of you to make the other person laugh. All is not lost so long as you can do that.

You’re not great at opening up when things bother you and it’s the same for Arthur, but you can read each other so well that you both just know when something is amiss and though you don’t push him, you make it known that you’re there for him and that you want to comfort him. When he suffers a PBA attack, you’re there to hug him tightly and to comfort him as best as you can. Arthur is infinitely grateful for you and for everything that you do for him and anything that you do do for him is returned to you tenfold. Arthur loves you so, so much that he can’t bare the thought of you being anything less than happy. He’s there for you through it all, no matter what. He loves you, Jess. You’re his entire world.

Joker // wc: 699.

By this point in your relationship, Joker is with you for the rest of your life. You were with him through it all and you stayed, you stayed, and that means more to him than anything else. A lifetime of loyalty and of protection is definitely the very least that he can do for you, and indeed, he can’t see himself with anyone else. You are his first and his only and by now is Jess Fleck something that he whispers to himself on his darkest of nights. Your name entwined with his is his reason, his purpose, his joy and his strength. By now, as well, Joker knows you. He knows your every tone, your every expression, your every way of joking and all the ways in which you insult yourself. He eyes you disapprovingly but he doesn’t ever stop you; he knows that he can’t. Your ways of expressing yourself aren’t too dissimilar to his own. Every time you insult yourself, Joker smiles without humour and then says something which insults him. When you defend him from himself, Joker watches you with a slow growing smile which is tight around the edges as he waits for his point to sink in. He’s a clever man, is your Joker. Your anxiety is bad and Joker helps you with it in all the ways that he can; there’s nothing he won’t do for you. Come rain or shine, hell or high water, Joker is there for you, with you, through it all. You never annoy him, no matter how many times you ask him if you are. Joker typically displays a tender kind of frustration as so far as helping you; can you not see how beautiful you are, how much he loves you? He feels as though he hasn’t loved you properly or even enough for how many thoughts cross your mind that he can’t intercept and stop before they’re even registered in your mind; for once they are registered do they fester and stick.

You second guess everything but by now does Joker know exactly what to say and do to help you. It’s second nature to him to support you, just as it is to you to help him, so deserving of it is he and so long was he deprived of the very things which you make sure to daily give him in abundance. You pull away and you isolate and when Joker is really feeling bad, he does the same thing as well, so even now there are days where you don’t talk to each other, but you’re so good at reaching out to him when he needs comforting and so is Joker with you, so despite your mutual social anxieties and self depreciation, both of you reach out to and find solace and comfort in the other person. There are many quiet nights passed in which the two of you sit in silence, each feeling too much to be able to talk to the other. You cuddle into each other’s sides and cling to each other as best as you can and even though you only quietly murmur to each other, you’re both still there and that means more to the both of you than anything else. Dancing together is also something which the two of you use both in happy times and in darker ones; feeling each other’s heartbeats and Joker’s fingers which filled the spaces between your own and kept you both from tipping too far over the precipices in your fragile minds. Oh, but you’re so in love and though it doesn’t heal or fix issues, you both soothe one another’s injuries.

You’re not great at opening up and neither is Joker; he typically holds it all in until he explodes in anger, a secondary emotion which hides his true pains and sadness. You’re really good at listening and comforting people and often in comforting and being there for Joker are you able to receive your own comfort; for there is nothing more comforting or more grounding than being surrounded in red. Joker loves you, Jess, he loves you, and there’s no one more suited to him than you are.

Pretty boy // wc: 862.

OMGGGG this boy loves you so so so much <3333 there is nothing that he won’t do for you and if he has to, Pat will use his own reputation, a lie though it is, to help you even further than he can just by being his wonderful self. To begin with, Pat didn’t think of anything that you said and he maybe even cracked a few deprecating comments of his own. But then, one day, you said something and there was an edge in your voice, something which Pat really didn’t like. “Hey, no, wait - “ Pat stopped you by taking your hand, his fingers slipping into the spaces between your own, “You’re not joking, are you?” // “No, I’m not” and Pat asked for you to talk him through everything. He wants to know you, all of you, and that includes the parts of yourself which you wish to hide or the parts of you that you dislike the most. There is nothing you could ever say or do which would ever make Pat love you any less; you are the girl who defended him from people spreading rumours about how he had set a State Trooper on fire (that was how you had met), and he had been determined to thank you for it ever since. You wouldn’t accept gifts or anything of the sort so instead he offered you his friendship, which no one else in the school has... you said yes, of course you did, and from there had a natural and beautiful relationship blossomed. You don’t cope well with your anxiety and though Pat was unsure, he recognised the signs and he went and did some ‘research’ - and by that I mean he sought out the counsellor and pretended that he had been feeling a certain way and from there did he find out everything that he needed to know to properly help you. You never annoy him by asking for reassurance - he loves you for all of you.

Both of you are quite hard to get to know. No one ever bothers to get to know Pat because of his reputation and you have social anxiety and you can’t wrap your head around the thought that people want to be your friend, but Pat is stubborn and he can sense that you want to believe that he wants to be your friend and then something more, and that’s why he pushes it. Not in an aggressive way, more in a “oh, hush. Let me sit here - I want to, okay?” way. Pat won’t let you pull away from him because he knows that your thoughts are just that - thoughts - and they have no real bearing on reality, though of course that doesn’t make them any easier to deal with. You love rainy days and listening to music and Pat makes sure that he learns your favourite songs so that he can sing or hum them to you when you’re especially anxious in a public place, one hand holding a cigarette and the other wrapped tightly around your hand, his thumb stroking soothingly along the back of your hand. You adore quiet nights in and Pat is forever knocking on your door late at night because “I can’t sleep” and by that he means he wants to be cuddled and to wake up with you in the morning. Silly puns are his go-to to make you smile and he adores the way the smile lights up your face.“You’re so beautiful when you smile” and when you shake your head because you don’t believe him, he shakes his head but he lets it rest. He loves all of you.

You’re not great at opening up when you’re bothered by something but Pat knows you, he knows you, and he knows that you’re not okay. He knows all of your verbal and non-verbal cues and he just tucks you into the side of his body. “Talk to me, love. What’s going on up there?” and to emphasise his point he’ll kiss your temple, lips lingering against your skin. He then moves to sit in front of you, the both of you cross legged and your hands held tightly. His intense chocolate eyes watch you as you open up to him and with gentle smiles and frowns does Pat get you to tell him everything. He’ll ask questions if he doesn’t understand and then when he does understand he pauses and then says something really silly but true like, “I hate peas”. Your laugh is his goal and Pat won’t rest until he achieves it. Sometimes, his reputation gets to be too much for him or he gets upset about the death of his grandfather and Pat needs comfort, in which case he’ll pout and just... be a koala. He will physically cling to you and he might not tell you exactly what’s wrong, but you’ll know that he doesn’t feel good and he just wants to be with you. He’ll cry silently but he’ll want to stay by you. Your presence is everything he needs to feel okay again. He loves you.

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years ago

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Hi, hope you're okay! Can I have a matchup for phoenix's arthur? I'm 5'4 with long blonde wavy hair & green eyes with round glasses. I'm an INFP and love true crime, I want to pursue a career in criminal psychology/profiling. I'm really quiet around new people and may accidentally say something mean (I don't mean to, I'm really trying to work on being nicer, I just panic), but once I get comfortable around people, I'm better. I also have Raynaud's , so it'd be really cool if he can react to that

I get it mostly on my fingers & it makes it difficult to move my hands lol. Thanks for doing this, I really appreciate it x

Brace your eyes, honeybee!!! This is a looooong one ksksskks under a cut!! so sorry that this was late omggg I’ve been dealing with… a lot and I had a bit of anxiety with this piece bc I love you and you’re amazing and I wanted to get this right. I hope that the length makes up for it, darling! I know you asked for just Arthur but I added his Joker by way of apology for this being late!!

WC for all four ships: 2, 977.

Arthur // wc: 730.

With a four inch height difference between the two of you, Arthur does feel a little bit more protective of you; he loves nothing more than wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tight into his body, his chin resting on the curve of your shoulder, his face buried in your warm neck as he hides himself from the world and sometimes, on his darkest days, from you. Arthur takes a great deal of comfort from even your existence, so in love with you is he. Your hair is long and he loves it. He enjoys sitting on the sofa with you sat behind him while he brushes your hair out for you (if you let him), while he washes it for you over the bath… Arthur will do anything for even five minutes more in your presence, he holds you in such a high esteem. And your eyes, oh, but he could get lost in those green oceans which gaze at him with such reverence. Arthur also makes sure that your glasses are always looked after; he makes sure that they’re in their usual place, and he gingerly holds them in between his index finger and his thumb while he wordlessly cleans them for you. You are his entire world and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

You love true crime and Arthur… he doesn’t stay away from it and he does like to curl up on the sofa with you, but he’ll burrow his face in your neck because there’s enough crime just outside the apartment. He doesn’t especially want to be reminded of anything, either, but he uses this time to spend it with you. Sometimes he’ll actually watch it but that’s more because he wants to get closer to you through doing so and not because he’s genuinely enjoying it. He is your biggest supporter and Arthur will help you with anything and everything. Arthur was a tenth grade drop out so he really is very protective not only of your studying time but also of your well being. He knows better than most what can happen when one works themselves to the bone without reprieve and he’s determined that such a thing will not happen to you. He would do and be anything if it meant helping you with your chosen career path in any way. He likes to spend time with you while you’re watching true crime and he’ll ask you what you like about it, why and any and every question that he can think of. Arthur admires the passion in you, your drive and he especially loves the way that your eyes light up when you’re talking about the things you love the most.

You’re both really quiet around new people. Arthur, especially, because he’s always so scared that he’ll have a laughing fit and ruin his chances of friendship before he even knows it’s there, so preemptively does he keep his mouth shut. You sometimes say mean things but it wouldn’t deter Arthur; he’s very emotionally intuitive and I think he’d be able to see those signs of panic in you. “You didn’t mean to say it like that, did you?” You shake your head and Arthur gives you a weary, knowing smile. “Do you - I mean, do you want to - try that again?”it’s a system that stays long after the two of you are dating and it saves more arguments than it starts. You’re better when you’re comfortable around him but the system stays, both because you’re used to it by that point and also because it carries fond memories of shy smiles, half finished sentences and blushes which dust both of your cheeks in rose.

There is nothing that Arthur can’t adapt to, there is nothing that he can’t understand. He’s eager to please and because of that is he quick to learn and as such, when you have trouble moving your hands, Arthur’s there to take them in between both of his. He’ll cup them tightly, a frown on his face as he desperately tries to warm your hands up with his. Because of his malnutrition and the various effects of all those medications he’s on, Arthur has cold hands, too, but he tries, he tries, and together, with a joint effort, do hands and souls alike warm up under each other’s tender touch.

Joker // wc: 828.

OMGGGG this man is head over heels for you. You were with him through it all; everything that he went through and experienced, every injustice he suffered, every right and wrong… you were there through it all and you stayed, you stayed after he succumbed to all that was making him numb, after he chose the name (but not the things that came with it, he didn’t want any of those), and for that, you’re together for life. Joker is 1000000% committed to you and without you he just simply isn’t whole. He behaves in all the same ways towards you that he used to, you, his one and only person who understands him, but he’s much more protective of you. Joker is less tolerant of anything which could cause you even the smallest pieces of discomfort or hurt. You are his entire world, his whole life and his whole life and there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you. And I mean nothing. How special a soul you are, to command Arthur’s love for you. What you share is something very special, very raw and real… it’s once in a lifetime and you both know it.

Where before did Arthur hide himself in your neck, now he watches attentively. His knees bounce, his body shakes, he chuckles and laughs if the narrator makes a dark joke (and makes sure to remember it for later on; his material is never fully perfected, try as he might), and he makes sure that he remembers all those hints and tips laced within the narrative of how to get rid of forensic evidence, of how to escape and to look after oneself. You want to pursue a career in criminal psychology and in profiling and Joker is fascinated by all of it. All of it. He’s not afraid to ask you to read to him, his head cushioned on your chest late at night. His green curls fanned out across your body, his hands trailing along the sides of your body, fingers splayed to touch as much of you as he can all at once… it’s sensual, these quiet moments together and neither of you would trade them for the world. He slips off to sleep at the touch of your hand, the sound of your voice, your heartbeat in his ear… Sometimes Joker worries that because of your chosen career, that you’ll turn him in or you’ll be placed in danger because of him. You getting harmed in even the smallest of ways scares Joker like nothing else; without you, he truly has nothing left to lose. He’ll do anything to protect you, anything to keep you safe. Anything.

By this time in your relationship, you’re both more than comfortable with each other and you both know when the other person needs space or some extra love. You and Joker know each other like the backs of your hands and there’s an easy sort of intimacy between the both of you, both of you able to fully relax and to be yourselves around the other. You’re trying to work on being nicer and Joker admires that effort; he knows better than most that it isn’t easy and he would make sure that when you’re feeling like you still need to be more, he’s there to tell you that you’re enough; just because you you’re and who you are is beautiful. You have always been his greatest comfort, his biggest reason, his everything and Joker never lets you doubt it for even a second. There is nothing you could ever say or do which would make him less proud of you. Nothing. Joker loves you for all that you are, all that you have ever been and all that you will ever be and he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

Joker is often out of the apartment for long stretches of time and he comes and goes at all hours of the day and night. Sometimes you wonder if he wanders the streets at night looking to get jumped. He’s so self-punishing even now, and it’s something that you wouldn’t put past him, though it does break his heart. When he comes home, he is freezing. The sweet, sweet man takes a hot shower and comes to bed, warmed up just so that he can warm you up; especially in winter, it’s so important for you to keep warm and when you can’t move your hands, Joker’s there to wait on you and he adores the way he’s able to take care of you, a natural caregiver is he. When he first found out about it, he asked you any and every question which he could think of, wanting to learn about it but also the ways it affects you and how he can help you. You have always been and will always be Arthur’s number one priority, and that’ll never change, no matter what.

Pepperminnttttt~ // wc: 710.

This one took me longer to write bc I kept blushing omgggg 🥺😍😭🥺

Heath’s six foot but I headcanon Pat to be roughly 5′8, which means that there’s a good four inches in height difference between the two of you. Pat loves to fold you in his arms, the sharp angle of his chin resting on the crown of your head. He likes to approach you from behind, a strong, muscular arm winding around your waist. It makes you jump and he chuckles, his face brushing yours, his lips in the hollow just behind your ear. “Whoa, easy, girlie,” and he glares at anyone who rolls their eyes, looks at you in a way he doesn’t like, and so on. Pat uses the reputation he never really asked for or wanted to protect you. He doesn’t care what others say about him, but about you? He’d go nuts if someone dared to go after you. You have long blonde hair and green eyes and Pat is always unable to say more than, “Wow, you look…. wow.”, a smirk on his face. You truly are beautiful and he adores every single thing about you. You’re the only one to see him for who he really is and he does everything that he can to show you how appreciative he is of you for that.

You love to watch true crime and Pat often camps out with you on the sofa, a blanket over both of your shoulders and a bowl of popcorn or something similar balanced precariously on the spaces between your laps. His fingers brush against yours occasionally when he reaches for some popcorn and he’s either feeding you kernels or chucking them up in the air and catching it effortlessly, a cocky smirk on his face if you act impressed. You want a career in criminal psychology and though Pat doesn’t really care much about his future because he prefers to live in the moment, he is so supportive of you and there’s nothing he won’t do for you. That’s not to say that he’ll even pick up a textbook for you, but he’ll be there to rub your back when you’re stressed, he’ll be there to kiss your anxieties away, and he’s there with silly comments to make you laugh when it truly counts. Love’s about sticking around and Pat proves that to you.

You’re quiet about new people but Pat isn’t deterred; he knows better than most that what you see isn’t always what you get, so he is his usual charming and persistent self. He finds ways to make conversations with you, he finds ways to get you to talk. Pat does everything he can to get to know you and if you ever accidentally say something you don’t mean, Pat gives you one of his concentrated looks. “You didn’t mean that, did you?” // “No, I’m sorry, I - “ // “You panicked, I know. You’re not afraid of me, are you?” // “No, I - “ and you get talking that way. Pat is emotionally intuitive, very clever and very patient and there’s nothing he won’t do for you. You’re working on being nicer and Pat is so proud of you. Sometimes he’ll tap your bottom lip with a finger and say, “Play nice” if you spoke out of turn, or he’ll just look at you until you come back into yourself. You never doubt yourself around him, he doesn’t allow it, and the aura around him is so calming that you couldn’t even if you wanted to.

Pat is always, always concerned for your health and for your well being. There’s nothing he won’t do or say for you, nothing at all, and he makes sure that he always has heating pads, gloves, anything that will keep you warm and comfortable. Pat is always holding your hands, always making sure that you’re okay, that you’re being taken care of. He reacted positively to finding out that you have Raynaud’s and when it’s hard to move your hands, he’s there waiting on you. Anything you want, anything you need, and Pat is right there for you. He loves you so so much that it drives him mad, but, well… you love him just as fiercely, and that’s what he clings to even in his darkest of hours.

Pretty panda // wc: 709.

J is a clean six foot so there is a six inch height difference between you and omgggg ~ J’s nicknames for you can be anything from shortstack, sweetcheeks, shortcake, shortie… he means it to be teasing and though he’ll toe the line of your boundaries he won’t ever push them or break them entirely. J respects you, he trusts you, and if you’re not okay with those names then he won’t use them. He loves your long hair; when the sunlight catches it, it looks golden and he appreciates the different tones. It reminds J of you, strangely; of how you have your own multiple layers and complexities. He adores your eyes, too… J doesn’t care at all about appearances but he really does enjoy looking into your eyes and seeing you look back at him. If eyes are the windows to the soul then yours, my dear, are radiant. J can read everything in your eyes - your every mood - and there’s something which doesn’t quite feel right to him unless chocolate meets green often. Sometimes at night, J has a nightmare and he needs to see those green fields to calm the pounding of his heart; he rarely wakes you up, though. He just shrugs it off and tries his best to get back to sleep. He may not be a man with a plan but he does have ideas; and they won’t bring themselves to fruition.

J finds endless amusement in the way that he’s a terrorising murderous clown and you love true crime and want to work in the same fields. He gets a good kick out of it and though he worries that you’ll be in danger or that you won’t be able to keep up with him, once he invited you along with him. “C’mon, s’no good watching it all the time - what’d’ya say - wanna, ah - see it ya’self?” Nothing special happens that night, it’s only a bank heist, but even so the thrill you get is unlike anything else. Oh, but you feel so alive. J is there for you no matter what you decide to do with your future; he can use his many connections to get you a proper foot in the door. He also doesn’t see that you need a career; he can rob a bank any day to provide you with a comfortable life, but he respects and understands and likes that you’re your own person with your own hopes and dreams and he’ll do anything to support you.

You’re really quiet around new people but J’s not all that fussed by it. He can read body language well enough anyway, so anything that you don’t say he can read in your eyes, see it on your face. He calls you his open book, his, and the inflexion in that phrase makes your stomach swoop each and every time he says it. If you accidentally say something mean, J just exhales amusement through his nose. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t call you out on it, he just stays quiet. In his silence do you hear acceptance, understanding. He knows you didn’t mean it and that’s why he doesn’t say anything about it. When you get comfy around people, you’re better and you don’t panic as often and J appreciates the way that you relax around him. Actions speak louder than words and the way you relax around him tells J that you trust him. You trust him. There are no words in the world which can express J’s gratitude and the way he’s so deeply touched by it and so he decides to show you every day.

You have Raynaud’s and there’s nothing that J can’t or won’t understand. When you can’t move your hands, J grumbles about it but he helps you in any way that he can. He’s there to warm your hands up, to help you to keep warm too. J runs like a heater, even when it’s ice cold outside, and he’ll help you. He might crack jokes, make comments about how your cold soul is leaking through your skin, but the twinkle of mirth in those beautiful chocolate eyes tells you more than J ever could himself.

#moonimagines #arthur fleck #arthur fleck matchup #joker #joker matchup #ledger!joker #ledger!joker matchup #patrick verona #patrick verona matchup

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Hey, can I get a matchup if you’re still doing those? I like traveling, excitement, I really like showing my partner affection, food(lol) and just want to be around someone that isn’t annoyed with me. I just wanna go out and do things sometimes but also like to stay inside and chill. Also someone who can deal when I’m in a stupid mood swing. Thank you!!!♥️♥️♥️

Hi, my love!💗 I’m actually really excited to write this for you which is why I lowkey insisted that you send this in lmao 🤣 You and Pat are perfect for each other and I hope that this gives you an overproduction of serotonin skksksk you deserve nothing less than the best of everything!�� If you dislike anything here, please let me know and I’ll redo it for you!

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This GIF made my heart drop its uwus omg sweet angel (❁´◡`❁)

I’ve already said it twice today but I’m going to say it again because you deserve to feel good about yourself and your love for this sweet angel: you and Patrick are perfect for each other. He is spontaneous and he likes to do things in the moment; he lives in the moment so it makes sense. He is always fully present in the moment and as you’re a lover of travelling and excitement, Pat often sweeps you away for late night dates. He won’t even tell you that he’s coming, you’ll just have a knock on your door. For more formal dates, you will know a few hours in advance but for the most part is everything spontaneous and unexpected, just like the way you and Pat fell in love with each other. You quite literally bumped into each other in the hallway in high school one day but you didn’t shy away from him; no, you apologised and Pat flashed you a surprised smile. At lunch that day, he sat beside you, causing rumours to spread around Padua High like wildfire, and years later were you still together. Pat was a one partner person, like a penguin was he, and he fought for you and your relationship with everything that he had. There was nothing that Pat wouldn’t do for you and often even did your formal dates get derailed because Pat would see something which caught his interest and he would point over to it. “So, ah - I know I said we were gonna go to dinner but - ya’ up for it?” It seemed as though Pat made himself the sole reason for your brain developing serotonin. Pat loves every single thing about you and that will never be any different.

Pat is a very affectionate person and so are you, so the two of you are inseparable when you’re together. You’re almost always touching in some way. When you’re out in public, Pat has an arm slung around your shoulder, his fingers stroking along the tops of your shoulder and making you shiver warmly, or if it’s a closer setting where there are lots of bodies, his arm is tightly around your waist, his fingers resting lightly against your hip. You love food and so does Pat, he’ll eat almost anything as long as it’s edible, and most of your dates do involve food in one way or another. he also carries food in his bag so if you get peckish when you’re out, Pat conveniently has a snack bar for you. “Here, Anaya,” He’ll be super casual about it, his fingers brushing yours as he hands it to you, and he’ll flash you a smile and kiss your forehead with a chuckle. Pat really loves you and so much of what he does is for you and for your happiness; he gets all the happiness he could ever need or want just from being with you. He is never annoyed by you and even your strangest quirks are met with a familiar smile. Pat adores everything about you and when you first met did he want to just dive into the deep waters of your psyche; and now, years later, even though he knows you like the back of his hand, he still wants to do that. He can’t ever get enough of you and the way that you always make sure that he knows he’s loved. Pat can’t doubt it even on his darkest days because you’re just so obvious about it and Pat really admires the way you’re so open and honest about yourself and your feelings. If ever you ask him for reassurance that he’s not annoyed by you, Pat cups your face in his hands, his thumbs soothing over your cheekbones, “Anaya, love, look, listen - I fell for you, so, ah - enough of the talk, okay? I don’t want you any other way than you are right now, okay?” On the word ‘now’, Pat’s hands tighten emphatically on your face and he presses a kiss to your forehead, his chocolate eyes full of love and adoration and pride for you.

You’re an ambivert; sometimes you like to go out and sometimes you like to stay in and Pat somehow always knows which one you would rather do on any given day. Just one look at you and Pat knows your entire mood; how you’re feeling, why you may be feeling that, and whether you would rather stay in and cuddle and watch films together while he chucks popcorn into your hair and laughs when you crinkle your nose up in pretend annoyance or go out for a night on the town. Either way, Pat knows you and he’s always so accommodating to you and your wants and needs. Pat definitely always puts you first, if only because he knows that you do the same thing for him. By putting each other first are you able to take the best care of your own selves and you have the healthiest, most wholesome relationship of anyone who came out of Padua, and you last too. I said earlier that Pat’s like a penguin, they give their One a pebble. But Pat, some years later, gives you a rock. It will last until death do you part. Pat truly does love you with everything that he has and sometimes you almost choke on the loving look in his dark eyes, which swirl like galaxies.

Pat loves you for you; at your best, at your worst, and at every point in between. He lives in the moment and that means that he’s able to keep up with your mood swings; he knows how to handle you when you’re feeling every emotion but more than that, you know how to handle him at his every emotion, too. He’s quick to anger and he’s often defensive when he feels cornered or doubted or when he’s interrogated, but his unconditional and undying love for you always makes him stop and take a breath. “Anaya, look - love, what’s got your panties in a twist, hm? Talk to me.” and he will sit there and listen to you, or watch you pace up and down the carpet, or he’ll take you somewhere to help you vent your frustrations in a healthy way, like paintballing... Pat really does live and love for you and there’s nothing you could ever say or do which would ever make him any less proud of you or love you any less! You’re his one and only and you’ll be together for the rest of your lives!

#fan-of-pretty-much-2-much #requests closed #patrick verona #patrick verona matchup #10 things i hate about you #10 things i hate about you matchup

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ajokeformur-ray · 5 years ago

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Lmao my dumbass didn’t see matchups as an option ?? a matchup would be cuteee either or!! And I know you SO pick ONE. Please 😂 don’t do both my asks, ONE, UNO, EINS, UN, ODIN. One 😂 you gotta take care of yourself

I found your matchup info. from the other one I did you and I also used things I know about you to write this; hope you don’t mind. And you better hush pffft when do I ever do what I’m told????? So, I’mma do ‘em all. Just let me love you skskskks xp

Hi, I saw you're doing matchup requests so maybe I could try? I am a 5'4' curvy female, really vibrant chocolate eyes, brown hair, little freckles on my nose and cheeks. I am honestly super loud and out there, addicted to Monster Energy so I can be hyper. I am fiercely protective and I can be aggressive defending things I care about. I act tough but deep down I am insecure and deal with bullying a lot :/ ~ @jokershyena

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Patrick @ you every single day:

This boy. This. fucking. boy. is head over heels for you. He loves you so, so much. You’re the first one to see him, to know him for his real self, and you were the only one who wasn’t afraid of him. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” // “How can I be afraid of you? No offence, Peppermint, but you’ve never even broken a pinkie promise.” Pat only falls deeper in love with you for that comment.

You’re 5′4 and I headcanon Pat to be maybe 5′8, which means that he gets to tease you about the height difference. He’s never rude or nasty about it, but your indignant expressions and playfully shocked gasps make him laugh, and that makes it all worth it to you; his laugh is gorgeous. Both of you give as good as you get, and you both adore this aspect of your relationship. Rest assured, if lines are ever crossed (rare, but it may happen in moments of high tensions or stress), things are talked out and neither of you leave the conversation until it’s been sorted out. Pat never raises his voice at you; even if he’s frustrated, he makes a concerted effort to keep his voice at his usual level. He’s not a fan of shouting, anyway. It’s too aggressive and he’s... not about that. Not unless he has to and even then, he hates it. It’s not who he is or even who he wants to be.

He also adores wrapping one arm around your shoulders, fingers curling around your upper arm, and his other arm going around your hips. His arms are solid heat around you, and Pat puts everything he has into every hug. He squeezes you affectionately, making cute little grunts from the effort as he does so, and he really melts into your touch. He’s been through so much, the poor thing, and he just sinks into everything that you give him, even when he’s the one who initiated the hug. You exchange so many of these touches each day that neither of you can ever keep track of it.

Pat loves your eyes. OMG this boy can and will spend hours lying beside you or on top (or even underneath) of you, his own intense chocolate gaze holding your own. He loves to cup your cheeks in his hands and kiss all of your little freckles. When you’re asleep or your head is nestled in his lap, he likes to trace the small constellations on your face, his fingers light and ghosting across your face as he plays dot to dot. He always has the sweetest smile on his full lips while he looks down at you, his eyes alight with love and with the most tender affection. “You’re so beautiful, Lilith.”.

Nothing makes you fall asleep faster or relaxes you quicker than Pat laying with you while you go to sleep, his fingers in your brown hair, lips on your face and his chest rumbling in suppressed laughter as he loves on his hyena. You saved him from his life in Australia; you took him in when you were just strangers and nursed him back to health and in the process did the two of you fall in love with each other. You rescued him and he likes to tell you this often, just so that you know how much he appreciates everything that you’ve ever done for him, how much he loves you.

Even if Pat stays out late to play pool at the local bar (he doesn’t drink because he knows you don’t like it; and he showers before he comes to bed so that he doesn’t stink to high heaven of cigarette smoke), he makes sure that he’s home in time for you to go to bed; he wants to be there for you so that you know you’re warm and safe and loved, so loved. He may not understand it at first, but after the first few times it happens, he learns quickly how to help you during and after sleep paralysis and/or nightmares. “Hey, hey, Lilith - look at me. Look at me. There you are. It’s okay, love, you’re safe. Starlight’s looking after his moonchild, hm?” He won’t let you go if you don’t want him to - whatever you need, bb <333

You’re loud and chaotic and Pat vibes so well with that. And don’t you dare muffle your laugh or hold it in - he wants to hear you. “Why do you do that, hm? Hide your laugh. Don’t be like everyone else because you’re not, and I love that. So come on - let me hear you.” His chocolate eyes melt as he looks at you, your head thrown back in laughter, your eyes closed when it’s really going... You’re fucking gorgeous and once he’s heard your laugh at it’s most chaotic, he never wants to hear anything else.

Pat always makes sure that he smokes away from you - he’ll straight up quit for you if you ask him to, he’s not afraid to do so, but if you allow him to continue the habit then he makes sure to step outside or, if it’s raining or snowing, to lean out the window. He always keeps you in his mind with anything that he does. After the death of his grandpa, you are his entire world and everything that he is, everything that he does, is for you. You’re both so, so full of love and your hearts are huge so you cling to each other so tightly. You’re almost always together - unless you’re attending classes or the other is held up somehow. He’s right there when classes end, pulling you back into his arms to bring you back to bed, his lips peppering kisses all over your face. Just at the point that you’re pressing your face up into his lips, wanting more of everything, he laughs and jumps up in a whirlwind of dark colours as he grabs you a Monster out of the fridge, coming back to you as he cracks the tab. “You taste way sweeter than that stuff,” Pat wrinkles his nose but you can tell from the way he leans in to kiss you that he only likes it because you’re drinking it. He’s feline in some ways and this is one of the more obvious ones.

You are extremely protective and this... oh, and this is something which he really does love you for. When you overhear people in the corridor talking about how Pat set a “state warden on fire” or “sold his liver” and other ridiculous things... he ignores it but you see his jaw muscles tick and you see the way he glances down with a slight shake of his head. Even if he pretends otherwise, Pat is daily harmed by his reputation; something he didn’t ask for or even want, and you never stand for it. “Hey! Don’t you dare talk about my starlight like that! Say that about him again - I dare you.” Pat watches, wide eyed, as you stalk up to those people. The first few times he tries to stop you, but you always shake him off. After that, he stands back with his arms folded over his chest, grinning and chuckling. “Hey - “ he calls out to the offenders, “Don’t you know to watch out for Hyena? She, er - she bites. And not just in the fun way.” With a wicked smirk and a salacious wink, you’re both turned on - time to visit the bleachers! ;)

Pat defends you, too, always. He will not stand for any of it, especially knowing that you deal with a lot of bullying. “Hey - “ Heavily frowning will he call out those who are bullying you - “If you’ve got a problem with Lilith, you’ve got a problem with me - so come on!” and he won’t back down. This is one of those times he considers himself lucky to have such a fierce reputation - all he has to do is say something like that and stalk forward, and people scatter like ashes in the wind. He turns to you, then - “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” and he cups your beautiful face in his hands, his intense gaze checking you over. Pat diffuses any tension by kissing you so soundly that your toes curl in your socks.

When you get insecure about anything, Pat is there with furrowed brows, watery chocolate eyes as he listens to you - the things you don’t like about your body or about your personality or about your BPD and other illnesses - he listens to everything and he pulls you into his broad chest. One arm wraps around your waist and the other smooths up and down your back in fluid motions. Your fingers in his dark curls, your lips feathering kisses all over his face, your legs entangled... you often fall asleep after heart to hearts in which you open up to each other and somehow bond on an even deeper level than before.

“Don’t you ever change yourself, Lilith. Not for anyone or anything - unless it’s for you and because you want to. Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want. You’re so strong, love. You work impossibly hard and you love even harder. You have a heart of gold, moonchild, don’t you see? I love you, so much. Don’t you ever forget it, okay?”

He’ll bring you to tears but that’s okay. He’ll kiss and wipe every tear away and crack jokes to make you laugh. Patrick loves you so much that it genuinely hurts sometimes and he knows that he’s also cherished and adored.

“Peppermint?” // “Hm?” // “You’re such a pretty boy.” // An amused chuckle. “You think I’m a pretty boy?” // “You’re my prettiest pretty boy.” You always get kissed for such a wonderful compliment - Pat adores being called a pretty boy. It’s one of his many secrets and only you’re trusted with it. It’s just another way for him to say that he loves you.

Both of you act tough but both of you feel and hurt deeply. You’re always there for each other, through better or for worse, and so long as you’re able to come home to each other, why, you both have the entire world. You’re his hyena and he’s your koala and that’s the way it’s always been and will always be.

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@loveletterstoledger asked:

hi honey❤️ i’d really like a Patrick matchup if it’s not too much trouble. so my name is Rosie, i’m 5’5”, hazel eyes, medium length black hair (it’s dyed) and i wear glasses. i’m an introvert and i really only talk with people i’m comfortable with. i am a creative person. i love to write and take photographs. i have depression and go through lots of ups and downs. i also suffer from low self-esteem and body image issues. i hope this is enough of a description for a successful matchup. Thanks!

asdfghjkl you’re a Queen and ily <3333 my DM’s are always open if you ever wanna chat or anything skksksk I hope you like this, I was so excited to write it!! ^^ <3

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Rosie, you are an angel and Pat adores you. He is head over heels for you before he even knows your name. You are so beautiful, inside and out, and every time he sees you his breath catches in his throat and he feels the need to make a witty statement to (hopefully) mask the light rose dusting blush across his cheeks. It never works, of course, it doesn’t, you know him too well, but you allow him the chance to catch himself, to recover. He really does love you, and Rosie Verona is a phrase he mutters to himself when he needs a bit of courage throughout the day, for whatever reason.

Heath is a clean six foot but I headcanon that Patrick is roughly 5′8, which means that there is a three inch height difference between the two of you. He loves the way he can tuck you into his body, your face nestled into the warm crook of his neck, your arms around his broad shoulders, the heat of his body warming up your own even more; like a koala heater is he. “I love you, Rosie,” Whispers which are only for you are spoken into the crown of your head or in your ear, his hands stroking down your back in solid, soothing motions, his chocolate eyes meeting your hazel ones.

Sometimes, he taps one of the arms of your glasses, asking without words if he can take them off. He wants to look at you, raw and bare before him, naked eye contact, but he understands and doesn’t push you to take them off. If you allow him to, he’ll carefully remove them, fold the arms gently and hand them to you so that you know where they are and that they’re safe. He cups your face in his hands, his fingers splayed into your black hair, and he smirks right up to the point his full lips meet yours; at which point his smirk becomes a genuine smile against your own lips, his kiss reverent and full of all the love in the world. Pat has a huge heart, and it shows! <3333

From the first day he saw you, Pat was intrigued. You weren’t drawn in by the crowds, by the raucous laughter coming from the middle of the canteen, and he saw in you someone he could really connect with. Not the rumours which people spread around about him, not the tales and the lies, not the mysterious aura he used to his advantage, but the real Patrick Verona, the one who never even broke a pinky promise. He approaches you one day while you’re writing, “You’re not like everyone else, are you? There’s something about you, something I like. I’m Patrick, Verona. And you are - “ his eyebrows are raised expectantly as he waits for you to speak. There is a clear choice here, you can either tell him to go away or you can tell him your name. And you do... you don’t know why, but you already feel like you can trust him, he has a safe air around him which pulls you in, and the smile he gives you when you say, “I’m... I’m Rosie” is all the reward you could ever possibly want or need for your bravery. From that day on, you’re under his protection. No one will bother you so long as Pat is around; he falls in love with you the way one falls asleep - slowly and then all at once. He sits with you every day - in the courtyard, at lunch, and your respective homes become the other person’s within just a few weeks. It’s meant to be.

Pat adores the way you’re so in tune with your creativity; you write and you take pictures. He’s so photogenic that a lot of the time, you end up taking snaps of him. He’s aware that you take those pictures and he’s baffled as to why you want to take so many of him, but he’ll crack lines like “what, see something you like?” or “I bet you’ve thought of me naked” or if you’re just staring at him through the lens of your camera he’ll say “Take the picture, already. It’ll last longer.” if he says this one, say “you’ll always be a pretty boy, Pat” and watch the blush spread like wildfire across his freckly face. He loves to watch you get lost in your element, to watch you type frantically on your laptop. Sometimes, if you’re willing, he likes to sit behind you, his arms around your waist, the sharp angles of his chin resting on your shoulder so that he can pepper your neck with kisses while you work. “You’re so beautiful, Rosie.” - the whispering in your ear makes you shiver and he grins against your skin, so proud of the effect which he has on you. He really does love you; the quiet girl dating the mysterious rebel is something the students at school or your coworkers eat up like it’s a trope they haven’t read about or watched a thousand times before, and your relationship definitely withstands the test of time.

Pat is no fair weather s/o. He’s there through every up and down. There is nothing he won’t do for you. He’s no stupid, he’s incredibly emotionally intelligent and he spent an entire Summer caring for his granddad, so he knows how to take care of you. Sympathy and tenderness, warm as summer, is all that he treats you with while he’s looking after you For the first few times, he asks what you need, he asks you to help him help you, but after that it’s as natural as breathing to him. He’s really perceptive and patient and though he isn’t opposed to giving you tough love, he only uses it on you if he has to. For the majority of the time, though, he’s there with pursed lips to feather kisses to your forehead, temple, his arms and legs tight around you like a koala. He is an Aussie, after all. “It’s okay, Rosie. Your koala’s here.” and if he’s feeling sassy at the same time, “Let me unwind your panties, hm? Tell me about it. What do you need?” . Either way, whatever you need, he’s right there for you and with you. He celebrates the ups with you and he’s there for the lows, too. And if you’re crying underneath the covers? He’s diving under the covers, too, arms tight around you and his lips at your ears. “I love you, Rosie. So much. I’m here for you, not going anywhere.”

OMGGGGG this boy was shocked to find out that you have low self-esteem and body image issues. He frowned, his entire face crumpled up in concern and in shock, “What? What do you mean?” // “I mean, I - “ and maybe you told him everything, maybe you didn’t, but whatever you tell him will be memorised so that if you’re ever intimate with each other, he knows to pay extra special attention to those areas. He’ll always comfort you, always, and there’s nothing he’d ever judge you for or hold against you. You are as safe with Pat as you’ve always been, and he knows that it’s the same for him when he needs you. If you get upset and start to spill out all of your thoughts and feelings, Pat would listen to you, both of his hands holding yours, “Hey, hey, no, shshshsh, listen to me, Rosie, just listen - don’t ever let anyone tell you that you don’t deserve what you want.” and he’ll sit down beside you, wherever you are, “I think you’re wrong. You just are. You’re beautiful. Sweet. Kind. Creative. Compassionate. Loving.” every compliment is punctuated with a kiss; either to the body parts you’re most insecure of, or to various places all over your face. Pat loves all of you and he makes sure that you know it, even if you can’t quite believe it yet. Either way, to cheer you up, he’ll sing I love you, baby while he’s with you, his arms around you as he dances with you. He doesn’t care if people are watching and he’s really not fussed by PDA, but he takes your own preferences into account. After everything you’ve ever done for him, it’s the least he can do for you; his Rosie <3333

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years ago

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is it okay to request touch starved Patrick Verona? maybe he loves to be cuddled & is clingy? ily ♥️♥️

Once again dedicated to @loveletterstoledger 💚 I love you so much and I hope you feel better soon! <3 J, Pat and Heath are so, so proud of you and we all love you so much! <333

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Pat had had a rough adolescence.

It was a terrible truth which was unknown to all but you.

He had gone for so long without comfort, without someone to even talk to about how he was feeling. He had been alone for so long and dealt with so much alone.

Pat was used to doing things on his own and you had helped him to get back in touch with his sweet, sensitive and caring nature away from the reputation which he had initially created as a way to be left alone, but it had spun way out of control and become something he couldn’t even recognise.

Caring for his grandfather for a year all by himself and then arranging the funeral, attending it, and getting himself back into school all by himself had taken more of a toll on Pat than even he knew about and the sweet man had only just started to accept his past with your gentle patience and persistence.

He was touch starved and every touch which you granted to him, however small or casual it was in nature, was one which he clung to. Pat adored being touched and he wasn’t above actually pouting and whining if you pulled away from a hug before he was done.

Pat was never done with a hug.

Your fingers in his dark curls, your hands on his back, your lips at his temple, on his face, on the top of his head...

Pat adored your hugs but he loved your kisses and he always pushed himself into them, kissing you so hard that you could almost feel the outline of his teeth against your lips, though the touch was tender, reverent.

To feel you against him, warm and soft, to look at you and to see you looking back, to feel your love for him in a tangible way... there was nothing better and Pat knew it. He loved you with his entire self and touching was just another way to show the depths of his heart to you.

You both had long since been completely relaxed around each other and having bodily contact was second nature to the both of you.

You communicated to each other through touch as it was something which the both of you understood. You could reciprocate and respond to one another in kind and it was definitely one of the bases of your relationship.

Usually was Pat the one who needed the touch and the cuddles.

But today... today, you needed it. You needed to know that you weren’t alone, that you were loved for precisely who you were; tonight, you needed to know that Pat was there for you.

And he was. He always was.

You were lying on the bed, your hands folded up on your stomach. The stress from today and even beyond it had given you a stomach ache which had been sent to you from the very depths of hell, it felt like, and you were not here for it.

Pat had been watching you closely all day long. He didn’t really know what was wrong, but that wasn’t important. What was important was you and your well being. You were his top priority and you always had been. You always would be, too.

You were each other’s fireworks on a dark, cold night, and Pat would do whatever he could to bring some of that spark back within your eyes.

“Hey, there, Y/N,” Pat slid onto the bed and turned his head on your pillow to look at you, to really look. “C’mere, love,” a patient sigh and despite his words did Pat tug you so that you were lying atop him, your face burrowed in the warm crook of his neck. “What’s got you all frowny?”

You sighed. The warm exhalation against Pat’s skin made him shiver and you smiled into his neck, pressing a kiss to the skin there to ease the goosebumps. To tell him or to keep it to yourself?

In the end did your soul come to the inevitable conclusion sooner than you ever could, and everything spilled from your lips like a waterfall.

Pat listened. You could almost hear the frown which would have overtaken his face carved from the marbles of the gods themselves, so sharp and so ethereal and angelic were his features, and his large, warm hand, fingers splayed so that he could touch as much of you as he could all at the same time, rubbed up and down your back.

When at last you were done did he lock his arms and his legs around you, mimicking a koala clinging to a tree branch, and kisses were rained down upon your head. “You’re smart,” Kiss, “Funny,” Kiss, “Gentle,” Kiss, “Caring,” Kiss, “Loving”, Kiss kiss kiss, “Intelligent”, Kiss, “and a total bad ass. You can handle this, Y/N. I know you can.”

Pat succeeded in making you laugh and his own dark chuckle made the last errant piece of your soul click back home.

Your hearts were in the touches you granted one another, and there was no ill they couldn’t ease, no trouble they couldn’t soothe, and no bridge they couldn’t cross.

Patrick Verona @jokershyena @loveletterstoledger @itsthejoker @royaleclownx @tsukiakarinobara @arianatheangelworld @antonija89 @hotpacino @call-me-harley-quinn

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You know I’m never far // Patrick Verona x Reader // comfort.

Summary: You want to cry. Pat will not let you do so alone. You’re safe with him, darling, and he wants you to know it.

Dedicated to both @loveletterstoledger and @jokershyena. You two are both so soulful and full of life and of love and you both inspire me every day. I dearly wish I could hold you both and tell you how amazing you both are; you’re both rays of sunshine and I know Pat, J and Heath all love you and are super proud of you, as am I! 💕 I love you both so much. ❤

A/N: I feel heavy and sad and tired and I want to curl up into Pat’s chest and cry. So here - some unedited word vomit kskskksk enjoy.

Warnings for swearing.

Word count: 1, 439.

“Oh, you know what? I’m going to bed.” You muttered, standing up from the sofa and making your way to the bedroom. Fuck this. You left Pat where he had been sat beside you, his arm slung over the back, his fingers deep in your hair. You had been on the edge of something all day and only now, with Pat right there beside you, where he belonged, where he loved to be, did you feel yourself tipping over that dark precipice in your mind.

In this moment, feeling as heavy and as sad as you did, you didn’t feel like you deserved affection, like you deserved comfort, like you deserved Pat... like you deserved loved. It was the most ridiculous, irrational mindset and you knew that it had only spiralled from other things that you were feeling and dealing with but oh, you couldn’t help it. So even though you desperately wanted to curl up into your loving Aussie, who had surely been a koala in a previous life, you had to get away now, because you were about to lose control of yourself. It wasn’t going to be pretty.

But then... neither am I.

“Wait, bed?” Pat chuckled, “It’s only five thirty, Y/N. Come on, come sit back down with me.” Pat gave you his best grin, his chocolate eyes soft and shimmering with all the love which was in his heart. He was watching you carefully.

“Yeah, so?” You reached the hallway but you turned to look back at your love, your life and your reason. “Time means nothing to me.” I mean nothing to me.

Oh. Oh, shit.

Pat knew that tone. He knew every facial expression that you had, every tone, every pitch of every tone, every gesture, every tell tale, every sign, every hint of you. Pat knew you like the back of his hand, so by the time your bottom lip started trembling, he was up and out of his seat so fast that he stumbled a little bit as he rushed across the small space of the living room to get to you.

His hands reached for your shoulders, dexterous fingers curving to that sloping terrain that he had travelled so often with curiosity, at first, and then with tenderness that bled into blossoming love and finally, like a butterfly, transformed into reverence. Your body was Pat’s religion and oh, how he worshipped you at your temple with even the simplest of touches.

You pulled away from Pat, the sickly lump in your throat worsening as you did so. “Go away, Peppermint. I don’t want to be touched right now.”

“Yes, you do. I know you. C’mere, love,” Pat sighed heavily as his hands ghosted over your skin, down, down your arms, fingers trailing across your wrists before, like water, did they slide into the gaps between your own. Pat squeezed in comfort and you squeezed back just a little tighter and Pat chuckled, the sound deep as it rumbled through his chest. You felt it against your own body as Pat pulled you into him, one arm around your waist and the other still holding your hand. “Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on in that pretty mind, huh?” To emphasise his point did he press a tender, lingering kiss to your temple.

You pulled away completely from him and only kept your hand in his. Pat made a soft coo of concern, of love, but you only said, “Bed.” and tugged him down the hallway into the bedroom. You made a beeline for the bed and flung back the duvet with your other hand. You climbed in without finesse, only wanting to be underneath the covers with Pat. To only feel every plane of his body against yours, to only sense his lips on your skin, his hot hands on your flesh, his leg between yours, to hear his voice, soft but deep, to smell peppermint and cigarettes and his light cologne... You only wanted Patrick in this moment, for all that he was, all that he had been and all that he would ever be.

“So, come on.” Pat raised his eyebrows at you expectantly as he climbed in beside you, pulling the duvet up and over your heads as he snuggled in beside you. Small cracks of light were afforded to the both of you through the fibres of the light duvet; you were not in total darkness as you had wanted but it was undeniable to all of your senses, to you, that Pat was right there beside you. “I’m right here, Y/N.”

Something in his tone, some shred of sympathy and of tenderness, made you emit a soft noise of pain and Pat gasped softly as you practically threw yourself across the minute space between your bodies, winding your arms around his neck and tucking yourself into his body, your leg between both of his and your fingers in his hair. Tears like rain fell upon his neck and Pat cooed, rushing to press kisses to whatever part of you he could reach, the sharp angle of his chin rested upon the crown of your head. “Hey, hey,” He cooed, pressing you into his body. “It’s all right, Y/N.”

“No,” You choked on a sob and Pat only held you tighter, blinking back the own stinging sensation in his eyes. “I just feel so heavy and I keep crying and I just... I just want you, Patrick. You’re my whole life and I don’t know where I’d be without you. I love you. I love you so much it hurts and you’re keeping me going and I just want to be the best for you.”

Pat listened to you. He remained silent while you continued to pour your heart out to him. You told him everything that had been weighing you down, everything that you had been feeling... even the things you didn’t understand did you mention. When at last you had finished, the front of his shirt soaked with your tears, did he hum, cupping your face in his large, warm hands as he pressed soft kisses to your face. So gentle were his touches that you could barely feel his lips across your skin, his thumbs wiping away your tears.

“Please don’t cry anymore. If you cry, then I’m gonna cry - and no one wants that.” Pat chuckled quietly and you nuzzled into his chest, searching for the warmth and the comfort which was already yours.

“You’re pretty no matter what you do,” You smiled and tipped your head up to press a kiss to the corner of Pat’s jaw. He made a small noise of appreciation and pushed his face into your lips, asking for more. You gave him thus, cupping the opposite cheek in one hand as you lavished the other side of his face in soft, open mouthed kisses. “You’re the prettiest boy, Pat. You’re my pretty boy.”

“Ohh,” Pat exhaled, his breath tickling your hair, “I love you so much. Especially when you call me pretty.”

His comment made you laugh despite yourself and you felt everything melt away. It was all still there; your emotions weren’t gone and you still felt like you had to cry, but with Pat right there beside you, pressed so completely against you, you knew that you would be okay. Maybe not today, tomorrow or even the day after... but someday. You had always lived for your someday, but right now, today, was more important. Today, you had Patrick, and that was what, who, you focused on. He was all you had ever wanted.

“I love you too, Peppermint.” You kissed from the hollow beneath his ear along to the corner of his lips. He pushed his face into your lips, wanting more of everything which you were giving him, and you smiled as finally, finally, did you kiss him properly. You kissed him so completely that one of his hands splayed along your back, rubbing in smoothing, solid motions, gripping and kneading so gently at your flesh, suddenly flexed and stilled; so overpowered was he by the simple touch of your lips on his that the rest of his body ceased to function.

Oh, how dearly you loved each other.

There was nothing that you couldn’t accomplish or overcome; you were soulmates, of this you were sure, and you knew that no matter what, come hell or high water, you would be able to beat the odds, to triumph over all the evils both within and outside of yourselves, together.

All you had was together, but that was all you needed.

Patrick Verona @jokershyena @loveletterstoledger @itsthejoker @royaleclownx @tsukiakarinobara @arianatheangelworld

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years ago

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Okay I’ve been thinking about the Reader wanting to make Patrick smile more so for like a whole day or something the reader compliments and flirts with Pat and to see his reaction. And it ends with Patrick finding out about it and him being all happy and bubbly cuz “wow she really cares about me” and it’s all fluffy and sweet (with maybe kisses at the end idk) Thx💕

OMG this is so cute ~ it’s exactly what he deserves. Thank you for this, this was so sweet and made me feel so full of love and warmth.💛

There’s some angst in this because that was my mood at the time of writing ksksks it’s predominantly fluff though.

Word count: 1, 496.

Since the day you had met, Patrick always had a smile or a witty comment for you. He was your ray of sunshine, he always had been, even and most especially when he didn’t feel like he could be.

Indeed on those days, with his heart made of gold, did Pat work even harder to be your sunshine, to be everything that you knew he was.

Similarly, you were his ray of sunshine. His smile made you smile and so began the never ending loop of smiling, with love at its core.

You were best friends, inseparable until the very end, and your heart was clenching at the dark clouds which hang so surely over Pat’s head.

He had been frowning instead of smiling for what was to be the third day in a row and it was driving you mad.

You desperately wanted to help him but currently were his walls as tall as yours had been before you had met him, and it was all you could do to even get his face to settle into a resting expression.

He was grieving his grandfather and homesick at the same time and it made his heart so heavy that it hung over his head and poisoned his every thought. Crying wasn’t something he liked to indulge in but right now, oh... right now that was what he wanted to do the most.

Your sunshine had been chased away by the storm clouds of life and you would do anything to bring him back, to put even one smile back on his face.

So that was what you were going to do today - you were going to love on Pat as hard as you could - and hope that it would help him, that it would help him to come back into himself.

He was your best friend and you yearned for more but that wasn’t important right now. What was important was being there for him, in whatever capacity he needed you to be.

It was the weekend so it was easy for you to let yourself into Pat’s apartment with the spare key he had given you. The two of you had no secrets from each other; that wasn’t what you were both about.

You both craved intense connection with another person, and every single day did the two of you choose each other to be friends with, to love and to support each other with all that you were.

“Sunshine!” You let out an enthusiastic call as you made your way through the apartment, looking for your Pattycake.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when - “ You continued to hum the song as you checked all the rooms.

As you sung, “when skies are grey,” you found a lump of a man curled up on the sofa in the living room, a blanket tossed over his head.

A chuckle sounded from the mound on the sofa as the irony of the lyric coupled with Pat’s mood fully registered.

It wasn’t a happy sound, one that tugged at your heartstrings and made your own lips quirk upwards in response. It was steeped in sadness, every musical chord tinged in a desperate need for relief.

Pat needed you and you had never and would never let him down, let him go without a fight. He was your best friend and no matter what, you were there for him and with him.

“Sunshiiiine!” You bent down with a coo and pulled the blanket away from Pat’s face, revealing him in all his frowny glory.

You kicked your shoes off and, having seen that look in Pat’s eyes - like he was a kicked puppy - you eased yourself down atop him, making a show of getting comfortable.

So well did you know him that you knew that he was asking to be cuddled even without having to speak. It was one of the many things which you loved about each other; the ability to just... know what the other was thinking and feeling without any words having to be exchanged.

You wriggled atop him trying to get the blanket to fall back over your bodies and Pat huffed amusement through his nose as he wrapped his legs and arms around you in full on Koala Mode, tucking his back into the crook of your neck.

“There’s my Peppermint - the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, you think I’m pretty?” Pat’s chocolate eyes gazed up at you from underneath mahogany eyelashes and you spotted, through the sarcastic tone of voice, the very real seed of insecurity which he wrestled with every single day.

When Pat was sad about one thing, everything else quickly followed. it was something which you had in common with him and it was party why the both of you got on together so well. You both saw each other and loved each other all the more for it.

You latched onto that seed of insecurity, taking every hint you could that Pat needed you. “You’re the prettiest boy.”

“Well, thank you,” Pat gave a small and real giggle, “You’re not too bad yourself, Y/N.”

“How’s my sunshine feeling?”

You had both always been able to take the good with the bad, to have moments in seriousness even amongst the laughing times.

“Better,” Pat sighed and squeezed his limbs around you, shifting you so that you were cradled more securely in his embrace. “Still cloudy.”

He was the upset one and yet he was comforting you, so naturally sweet was he.

A pause and then, “Wait, your sunshine? Someone’s not afraid of me.”

You smoothed your hands through his curls, which fell about his head like a dark halo, and felt yourself sinking into your best friend’s body; he ran like a heater and he was always hot, even in summer.

Again and for the second time in as many minutes did you find a seed of insecurity in his voice and you latched onto it, turned it in your favour so that you could cheer him up.

“We’ve had this conversation before, Pat. I could never be afraid of you, my sunshine.” You felt tempted to sing the song again but you resisted the urge. This wasn’t about you. “You’re so pretty - your soft, fluffy hair,” You stroked your hands through to iterate your point, ““Those beautiful eyes”, you tapped the end of his nose with a finger, “And, bestie, you have a jawline for days.”

At that, Pat did burst out into genuine laughter, your body shaking as his own convulsed. “Keep talkin’ like that and I’ll think you came over today just to cheer me up.”

Hah, busted.

You paused for too long and Pat scoffed, pulling his head back to look at you properly, his arms tightening around you, his feet rubbing along your shins as he got more comfortable underneath you.

“Wait - did you?”

You tried to play it stupid. “Did I what?”

“Come here just to cheer me up?”

“... Yeah.”

“Wow, you... wow, you really care about me, don’t you?” There was true emotion in Pat’s voice, as if he was only, just now, realising that you were best friends, but also that there was more.

You had let yourself in to his apartment. You had climbed on top of him knowing he needed a cuddle without him even needing to ask. You were cradled in his arms. He felt like you were at home with him, like he was also at home with you.

It was almost as if...

Pat started chuckling, the sound happy for the first time in three days and you couldn’t have helped the beam on your face if you had tried as you fully took in his joy.

... as if he loved you.

“I love you, Y/N, you know that?”

“I love you too, Pat.”

“No, Y/N,” Pat moved to cup your face in his hands, his chocolate eyes bright and full of love...

Love.

“I love you, Y/N. Thank you.”

Pat’s words sunk deeply into your mind and caressed your brain. It filtered into your heart and set your soul ablaze.

You sunk your face back into the crook of his neck and pressed a kiss over his pulse point, your lips lingering, and you rose yourself up so that your hair was falling and mixing with his curls.

Your noses were centimetres from each other’s and you pressed a kiss to the tip of Pat’s nose and then, as his hands tightened on your face, his full lips gently, gently, brushed up against yours.

You weren’t best friends anymore. You were something else, something altogether deeper.

Your lips pushed more firmly against Pat’s and he hummed quietly into the kiss. As you pulled away, keeping your face very close to his, you spoke the words which started the rest of your lives together:

“I love you too, Verona.”

Patrick Verona @jokershyena @loveletterstoledger @itsthejoker @royaleclownx @tsukiakarinobara @arianatheangelworld @antonija89 @hotpacino

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