#ronette tag

[inflamearc]

"you're the first person in this town who's ever surprised me." / ronette @rekant

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝? || 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary_ living the most perfect relationship turned out to be a sharp pain, your boyfriend Reed Richards was married and you didn’t knew, but thankfully, after the storm comes a rainbow.

Warnings_ age gap (not specified, but reader is in uni), ANGST, ANGST, implied smut, retro references, I hate home-wreckers but this is for the plot, DO NOT romaticize this shit irl.

Notes_ I HAVE A REASON TO ADD THE JOE QUINN TAG, PLEASE READ JOHNNY STORM LOVERS, and listen to how did it end?, please please please and Be My Baby with this, worth it.

♪ ♫ Pedro playlist | Reed + Johnny playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

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The subway was awfully quiet yet at full capacity. You assumed everyone was minding their business as usual, but you thanked them because you could perfectly hear the radio of an elderly man playing “Be My Baby” by The Ronettes, and it made you smile.

Reed loved when you casually hummed and danced to the song as you cooked.

Oh, you were so in love.

It was at the beginning of your third semester of university when you met him. Being so introverted made it sweet and easy when you stepped into the wrong classroom, expecting an art class. Reed Richards, the physics professor let you know you were not in advanced sculpting class. He was so enchanted by your beehive hairstyle matching purple skirt and top, with a lilac sweater that had tiny embedded jewels.

He went to look after you that afternoon, learning you were at least past your teenage years and that you were not a science person like him.

And the rest was history, after months of having casual dates, he visited you often, and even met your parents. You loved him.

Reed was extremely smart. Always brings you the right gifts although you never ask him for anything. Always suggesting the best places to have dinner. It was like he had everything perfectly measured to make you happy.

I'll make you happy, baby,

just wait and see

For every kiss you give me,

I'll give you three.

Your stop was next and you enjoyed the rest of the song as you savored the feeling of being in love.

Walking through the streets you realized you had nothing else to do for the rest of the week regarding academic stuff. You also were expecting to arrive before the sunset at your home to start dinner. Reed was coming and your parents were going to join you two too.

For a moment you don’t think you’ve ever been this happy before.

-

Your dad opened a bottle of wine when you heard a knock on the door and that had you already blushing. You placed more raspberries and sliced lemon pieces on top of the cake you started as soon as you arrived home.

Reed greeted your parents and they welcomed him kindly.

“Our girl is in the kitchen,” your dad said.

“On my way to her,” you giggled, hearing his footsteps.

Immediately his hands came to lock around your waist. Which startled you but soon made you laugh.

“Hello, my love,” he said kissing your cheeks from behind.

“Reed! I’m trying to finish the cake” Giggling and trying to get away from him, he made you spin around before pulling closer and finally plastering a big kiss on your lips.

You melt into his touch in a second.

“Too bad I have more appetite for kissing my girl” you gently pushed him, returning to finish the cake.

“Don’t be like that… I put my heart in this one” Reed got closer, admiring your cooking skills. He then moved his eyes to appreciate you. His smile grew as his heart started beating faster.

“You sing, you dance, you sculpt, cook and bake. Darling, you’re perfect!”

“Kiss me again and I might believe it, baby” his silly smile made you chuckle, accepting his embrace and another kiss. It took you by surprise when gently pinned you against the counter, making you let out a gasp after feeling his manhood brushing your inner thigh.

“Are we still up for dinner?” Your mother called, peeking through the door of the doorframe of the kitchen.

“Yes. Sorry, Mom” you apologized feeling a sudden sense of embarrassment. Reed let you go, immediately helping you to grab some plates.

“We’ll continue this in the studio, darling” his hand reached out and gave you a soft spank in the ass, making your eyes wide open.

“Reed!”

“I said what I said, dear”

You would never deny his touch. The way the mere brush of the tip of his fingers could set you on fire and he perfectly knew the spots to make your body burn. So you just smiled naughtily. When he turned to see you again, you gained the courage to show him the outline of your shiny mint underwear that was lying under your dress.

“You’re killing me, y/n”

“After dinner, you can do everything to stop me”

His face was priceless, he blushed and looked adorable being so.

“How does it feel this summer without teaching?” You heard your father asking Reed after you gently pushed him out of the kitchen.

Between the laughs of your family and boyfriend, and the soft music playing in the background, you feel very happy.

…

“Reed…” you moaned his name as you watched his face under the hem of your dress. His lips were constantly licking your wet folds and had you biting your own hand to prevent louder moans.

“Darling… you are so pretty moaning like that for me” his hands snaked through your ass to the back of your knees, opening your legs even wider.

You were so close, your eyes closed in advance and you grasped at his hair harder.

yes, yes, yes, oh!… oh no.

His watch oddly beeped. The bubble of pleasure exploded, leaving only ashes of what had been the lust.

“I gotta go…” you frowned.

“What?… Why?”

“A friend. From work… he has a deadline for professors, I promised I would send him some of my archives to save him time,” he said and it only made you frown more.

“Can’t you send him the archives at least after making me reach an orgasm?”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll pick you up tomorrow to have breakfast at your favorite place. Then we can have some fun time in my car” he attempted to soothe your worries but it clearly didn’t work.

“Oh… okay, Reed”

He kissed your forehead before squeezing your hand and finally leaving.

The bitter taste of uncertainty hit you. And before you could even prevent it, you were distrusting Reed.

The next morning, while he talked about how lovely you looked and how great was his breakfast, you barely paid attention. While he took your body to the backseat of his car, more than pleasure you felt uncertainty again.

And no matter how much you tried to ignore it, you didn’t believe Reed.

…

It’s all in the past three weeks later. Everything went back to normal, dates were perfect again, and sex was pure gold again. You had no complaints about your relationship with your much older boyfriend.

Even better when he announced he got tickets to see The Beatles on Saturday.

You got your hair straightened. A black turtleneck dress, red seen-through tights, and matching red heels.

Your eyeliner was more perfect than ever. And Reed came to pick you up with a huge bouquet of flowers.

“How did you get the tickets, love?” you asked as he drove.

“Oh, I have a friend who works in the media. A dating show has its target audience set…”

You wonder what show he meant. There were some popular shows on the TV airing at the time. That’s long short story when you notice Reed had been watching you.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s just that I love the sight of you…” his words made you blush. Much more when he leaned to give you a quick kiss that you enjoyed as if it was the last. His beard tickled you and only made you smile more.

“I don’t want to die without seeing The Beatles, Reed” He started laughing and soon you followed with a giggle.

He pulled into a parking lot, and you already felt excited, seeing the crowds making line to go inside the venue, waiting for the concert to begin.

“Oh, I’m so excited!” You squealed, hurrying to apply some more lipstick before getting out of the car.

“Honey, you don’t need more makeup, you already look gorgeous,” Reed said.

“But it’s your favorite color” he looked, noticing it was indeed his favorite color, crimson red.

“Damn right… it is my favorite color” Both of you laughed as you started walking outside of the parking lot.

He placed his arm around your shoulders but soon you remember.

“Wait!… I forgot my coat” Reed hands you the car keys and you go back.

The last sun's rays hit the car when you open the backseat door. You leaned to grab your coat, but a shimmery item caught your attention.

Locked under the passenger seat, you struggle to grab the object, not being able to see just guided by the touch.

First, you felt a paper and a harder one, like a card. Then, with your pinky fingers, you felt a cold rounded object.

Your heart pounded as you fished the object with your pinky fingers.

An ID from the NASA that belonged to a woman, named Susan Richards aka Sue Storm. She was older, but extremely pretty; blonde, blue eyes, perfect nose, perfect hair, just some years younger than Reed.

A picture of your boyfriend with the same woman of the ID, both looking at the camera, her hand gently placed against his chest, a big diamond in a ring also positing for the picture.

And the ring. The solid proof of your sudden question.

“Darling, Why are you taking so long?”

“You are married?” You asked, handing him the golden wedding band with one hand and slamming the door of his car with the other.

“Darling…” he tried to reason, but you are enraged, red face and watered eyes.

“Why am I even questioning? Of course, you are married, Reed!” your hand dropped the picture and ID, and his attempts to calm you failed.

You can’t even process what is happening, you are just being consumed by the anger caused by his betrayal.

“We were going through a rough phase. And then I met you. I- I don’t even know what I’m doing right now” he admitted, sighing, accepting he was an asshole and a loser.

“AS IF I CARE!… YOU LIED TO ME!”

“Let me talk and explain, y/n”

You let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, trying to keep the tears from falling. Your head started pounding, your body welcoming the stress.

“No. Don’t call me again, don’t get close to my university on campus. Just… don’t you ever try to come back into my life again.” he called your name plenty of times, and you heard his footsteps following you, but after leaving the parking lot of the restaurant, he stopped.

After a good time trying to prevent the tears, you started crying. You loudly sobbed, ignoring the few people you encountered while crossing the streets of the vivid city.

By the time you are seated in the subway once again, you don’t realize you have walked more than five blocks. You could only think about Reed.

Every moment with him felt genuine. He was kind, attentive, romantic, and… honest.

Never gave a sign to make you believe you couldn’t trust him, more like the contrary. And that was the worst part.

Maybe you just loved him so hard that it made you blind to see that his love was a lie.

…

The phone rang every day. You never answered. A month passed and you avoided the rest of your life on the beaches of Florida.

Your parents believed Reed took advantage of his P.H. D out of the city, so it was better to break up. But they could bear seeing their poor daughter going through some breakdown.

And when you came back to the city, the neighbor told you your ex-boyfriend had sent flower bouquets during your vacation, not knowing you were out.

It only made you feel worse. Questioning How could you have missed the signs of him being married?. And now that the damage was done. Did the wife know? Did Reed ever love you?

If he couldn’t be faithful to his wife, certainly not to you.

But those thoughts are the kind of thing that makes you go out with one eye covered in purple eyeshadow and the other in bright orange. Mismatched socks and disheveled hair. Some girls laugh at you when you enter a cafeteria but you honestly don’t give a damn. You just want a sandwich.

After paying, you’re once again daydreaming with overthinking about Reed. Without realizing a man had stood beside you.

“Hey... I saw the girls over there laugh but… I like the way you styled yourself” You turn to see the stranger.

“I’m so lost in the head, I did something bad that I didn’t even realize what I was choosing” you admitted, moving to grab some dressing and napkins while waiting for your order.

“Well, it must been really bad, with all due respect.”

“It was…”

“Is it too bad that I’m curious to know?” He asked and you shook your head, sighing.

“I was dating a married man and I didn’t know,” you said looking down, too embarrassed to look at the guy in the eye.

“It’s not your fault if you didn’t know” it took you by surprise.

“I know. But it pains me so much because it thought it was… real.” a lady called your name, letting you know your order was ready.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be telling my problems to strangers. Thanks for listening, have a great day” you said, walking away to grab your sandwich.

“Wait!” The man called you.

“I don’t mind hearing. My brother-in-law always says I’m an asshole but I can actually listen to people. If you had no plans… We could have lunch together” he revealed, making you smile gently.

“I was going to take this home and eat alone. So yes, we could have lunch together…” you finally analyzed him. Definitely closer to your age than your failed previous relationship. He was blonde and had kind eyes, that no matter what you wouldn’t trust at all after what happened with Reed. But this man seemed sweet, slightly cheeky, and too much extroverted, but you liked it.

“I didn’t catch your name before,” he said.

“I’m y/n…”

“Johnny… Johnny Storm” You remember it was the same name as Reed’s wife. But you can’t think this man had something to do with them. You can’t live continuing with mixing Reed with every step you took.

“I like your jacket”

“Thanks. I almost set it on fire this morning” You didn’t think he was saying it for real, so you laugh.

And oh, how much things changed after that.

…

Five months later, in the peak of autumn, Johnny and you celebrated your first month together. And accidentally you discovered he had some… abilities regarding fire.

Soon later, he was convinced you had to meet his family, so you agreed.

But when his sister opened the door, your face went pale. The woman in the ID you found in Reed’s car greeted you along Ben Grimm and soon you encountered with the cause of your endless midnights in sorrow.

Reed Richards looked the same. Wearing his usual clothes, the grey hairs above his ears, a charming smile, and an intellectual vocabulary.

Acting like strangers, he greeted you, pretending he never met you, never kissed you, never touched you.

Reed just slipped from you, but you weren’t afraid to walk away, just truly and messily hurt. Then you met Johnny, magically disappearing the weight of your broken heart. Even so, while walking inside the house, talking to the wife of your ex-boyfriend, you felt his eyes on you.

Reed was merely shocked, not knowing anything about you in months, then suddenly walking into his home as Johnny’s new girlfriend. He was horrified, but then he realized that he was no better than his brother-in-law. Reed always thought Johnny was an asshole for cheating on girls and being condescending. But you had truly changed him. Johnny followed you like a lost puppy, Reed questioned if you were a witch. And he accepted he wasn’t over you.

“How on earth did this happen?” Reed asked you in a brief moment of privacy.

“I don’t know, but I think I’m falling in love with him, Mr. Fantastic” you whispered in his ear. Reed saw how your eyes briefly glowed and he feared you, but more than fear, he felt panic about you completely forgetting about him.

As you walked inside the kitchen, following the conversation with Ben and Sue, Reed was witness of how you dropped a picture of his wedding with Sue, without touching it.

“What was that?” The blonde woman asked.

“A picture, it fell and cracked a little” Reed calmed her, but he grabbed the item, noticing how it left some of your strange energy. The eerie gleam across the frame made him almost hypnotized, soon he shook his head. He would take that frame to run some tests and discover what the hell were you hiding.

Reed entered the kitchen finally, and saw how Johnny kissed your temple, his hand on the small of your back to lead you towards the table to have dinner. You weren’t lying, you were falling in love with Johnny, but you thought back at Reed. Your heart still belonged to him. And you couldn’t comprehend how did it end?.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

taglist: @raiyna-rred

Idk, I’m just excited for this movieeeeeee

[b0n3s-is-gay]

Kissing Santa Claus

A Very Merry Outsiders Christmas Master list -> Here!

Synopsis: Sitting in the car with Steve when suddenly. I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus by The Ronettes comes on... What's Christmas without a bit of teasing?

Tags: Fluff, kissing, I have a thing for song fics okay?

(Divider belongs to: @tsunami-of-tears)

"Steve, ya mind turnin' on the radio?" You asked as you tried to warm your hands up, blowing into the cupped appendages. Steve nodded, taking his hand off your thigh to turn the radio on.

"Merry Christmas folks, thanks for turning in to WIL Radio tonight! A special thanks goes out to the Chancel Chuch Choir for singing "O Holy Night" for us." The radio crackled to life as Steve rested his hand back on your thigh, like it belonged there. "The next song by popular demand is "I saw Mommy Kissin' Santa Claus" by The Ronettes."

The music started playing and you leaned back in your seat, slightly bobbing your head to the bells in the background of the music. "I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus underneath the mistletoe last night!" The music started and you smiled as Steve turned stopped at a stop light. "She didn't see me creep down the stairs to have a peek. She thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom fast asleep~"

He smiled and leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Last I checked, you weren't Santa Claus, Steve." You chuckled when you pulled back from the kiss.

"Then I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus underneath his beard, so snowy white." The music continued. "Oh, what a laugh it would have been if Daddy had only seen, mommy kissing Santa Claus last night!~"

"What? Just because I'm not Santa doesn't mean I can't get kisses that were meant for him..." Steve smiled as he pressed another kiss to your lips, gently squeezing your thigh. "Besides, I like givin' you kisses."

Steve then turned back to the road and squeezed your thigh again, driving you back home.

Tags: @witchyleehibernates

[seancamerons]

9 people you’d like to know better

Three Ships:  sean & emma (degrassi) ryan & marissa (the oc) steve & nancy (stranger things) i got a lot of ships.

First ever ship: idk i think i shipped justin x britney irl when i was like 10, no i don't really count that. i do count steve & dj from full house, harvey & sabrina from sabrina the teenage witch, & cory & topanga from boy meets world. not sure what my first ever was. I'm sure it was doug and patti mayonnaise as a kid i loved them and remember wanting them to eventually go on a date at their burger spot. semma was the first ship when i found out what shipping was, but i'd been shipping long before i knew what that was.

Last song: random christmas songs on the radio, the last one i heard was the ronette's rendition of sleigh ride.

Last film: last night i watched deck the halls with my boyfriend.

Currently reading: fanfiction tbh, but i do have books i got to get through sometime. I'm really gonna try to finish memoir the woman in me by britney spears.

Currently watching: idk this maury-esque show on tv rn on my day off, last vacay day. It is like drama and a bad kids story about how like this kid is going to learn to grow up her name is heaven.

Currently consuming: wawa sugar free salted carmel iced coffee!!

Currently craving: a fajita from plaza azteca, maybe a fresh mojito or marg and the fajita has to have it with all the fixins, and for dessert a rich mousse or a rich dense chocolate cake mm!🥰

tagged by @mollyhale 💌✨ tysm! tagging @winnie-the-monster @zayadriancas @maya-matlin @lovelyxlilis @hydesjackiespuddinpop @thatcatangelwriter @reinhartroleplays @seancameronism @lindseycool88 @sansalicents @marthaskane @btvs @charlieconwayy @userbettycooper @tomsgreg @emmanelson

[mary-matthews-world]

Hiiii! When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, then send this ask to the last 10 people in your notifs <3

Ooc:

I think my top five songs would have to be..

From the start (Laufey)

Death on two legs (Queen)

Be My Baby (The Ronettes)

Just A Girl (No Doubt)

Red Wine Supernova (Chappell Roan)

Now lemme tag people: @real-ponyboy @dallas-winstons-good-girl (thats pretty much all the accounts i have in my recents that aren't you..😭)

[pilferingapples]

tagged by @lizardrosen (hello!<3)

last song: Sleigh Ride, the Ronettes version!:D

favourite colour: STILL GREEN, GREEN FOREVER, ACTUAL GREEN NOT TEAL OR KHAKI OR "YELLOW BUT WE'RE CALLING IT LIME" . ...I've been betrayed so many times.

last book: The Secret to Superhuman Strength, by Alison Bechdel. a very fun graphic novel I find almost impossible to effectively sum up!

last movie: Rod Serling's Carol For Another Christmas, which is on youtube now!

last show: Murder She Wrote ! I really need to watch some holiday goofiness soon...

sweet/spicy/savory: but I love them all ;__; Savory, maybe? but ask me again and I'd have another answer...

relationship status: extremely married

last thing i googled: how late (STORE REDACTED FOR LOCATION ) is open

current obsession: ...I'm gonna be honest. In this moment it's the stroganoff I made for dinner. It's too good. This is my universe now.

looking forward to: ...more of this stroganoff please send help (and also: CHRISTMAS VERY MUCH and the Les Mis Hols reveals!!)

I gotta tag people!! uhhh @lemurious @bundibird @lemeute @thevagueambition ! Only if you want to! And anyone else who wants to play, please do!

[sluttyhenley]

music meme

aka thirteen songs i’ve been listening to recently

tagged by: @majicmarker 💖💖💖 (i'm trying to trick myself into writing/editing, jury's out on whether this actually works)

fishin' in the dark by nitty gritty dirt band

hold on by tom waits

if we were vampires by jason isbell and the 400 unit

i'll never learn by the shangri las

raunchy by bill justis

big boss man by elvis

BLACKBIIRD by beyonce

smokestack lightnin' by howling wolf

be my baby by the ronettes

elvis presley blues by gillian welch

lullaby by the chicks

black velvet by alannah myles

fire by bruce springsteen

tagging: @ladywaffles, @littlelindentree, @starrybouquet, @lannisterdaddyissues, and @reachingforaspark (as always no pressure!) and ummm anyone who sees this and wants to share

[bobdylanfanpage]

@boilmynoodles tagged me to give the 10 songs that come when i shuffle my on repeat playlist :)

the chain- fleetwood mac

eyes without a face- billy idol

mary janes last dance- tom petty and the heartbrakers

dancing queen- abba

for what its worth- buffalo springfield

off to the races- lana del rey

for no one- the beatles

fortunate son- creedence clearwater band

ultraviolence- lana del rey

be my baby- the ronettes

tagging: @sheree-says-stuff @kaleidoscope1967eyes @77darkstar @the-hole-he-dug

[jokerlennon]

tagged by @menlove to shuffle my on repeat and get you to vote yippee

tagging @brucequeensteen @tenderscience @georb @jorkeryuri @boozytiramisu @wonderwall1968 @transneilyoung @freddiegoesmetal

[schoolhater]

tagged by @fagflint to make a poll out of my 'on repeat' playlist on spotify

tagging: anyone who wants to <3

[lightningboltreader]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Bells jingle in an offbeat chorus as Carlos swings open the door and is hit with a wave of sweet smells. The warm, sugary aroma flows through a near-assault of pink and red that’s taken over the small storefront. Shiny heart-shaped decorations cover the walls and its brightly lit glass cases display rows and rows of holiday-themed treats. Red balloon bouquets seem to sway to The Ronettes on either side of the counter in front of a lone associate. As he steps into line, Carlos can see a large metal table behind her, holding up a chaotic array of boxes, baskets and waxy bags of pre-orders waiting for pickup. When it’s his turn, the young woman studies the table, tracing a long pink fingernail across each order form before striking out. He watches nervously as her head disappears behind the kitchen wall, shouting “Double cupcakes for Reyes” in a volume that is frankly impressive. Carlos wonders whether she’ll have a voice left by the end of the day. Probably not.

🏷️ below:

Thanks @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses and @sznofthesticks. Inviting those who have tagged me recently while I was out being Responsible Adult for a bit -@strandnreyes @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @your-catfish-friend @heartstringsduet (eeek, are you home yet??) @lemonlyman-dotcom @bonheur-cafe @carlos-tk @welcometololaland @liminalmemories21 @alrightbuckaroo @redshirt2 @theghostofashton @sugdenlovesdingle @rmd-writes @iboatedhere

Along with anyone reading who has something in progress to share of any kind. 💛

[iheartcborle]

hmm what abt little shop

Seymour - @richie-shitlips :33333

Audrey - @cheefdae sorry for tagging you while ur on break HELP but youre very her

Twoey - @chompisatheatrekid would NEVER tell you himself but did you know he played twoey guys... /silly

Mushnik - @lincoln-rosario i think youd kill an old man voice and also mushnik and son would be funny /pos

Orin - m. myself (dream role im sorry)

Im gonna leave ronette crystal and chiffon out !

[wynnyfryd]

🎵 Random playlist poll 🎵

ty for the tag @just-my-latest-hyperfixation 😘

Rules: put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

song links below the cut, tagging @steddie-island @steddieas-shegoes @thoroughlycollected @griefabyss69 @withacapitalp

[mikelogan]

i was tagged by my fave @kizzyedgelll to put my on repeat playlist on shuffle and post the 10 songs that play

no pressure tags: @hamishlinklaters @raviposting @thatsjustdandy @eddiediaaz @figueroths

[lucycola]

I use song lyrics a lot to title parts in my fics and I always tag the name of the song and the artist. I wanted to compile a list here, bc I heavily recommend giving them a listen. 

Spock x Reader song lyrics I’ve used as part titles (links to fics and to songs via Youtube)

The Lone Survivor series

Part 1 :  Baby Come Back by Player

Part 2 : Be My Baby by The Ronettes

Part 3 : Chain of Fools by Aretha Franklin

Part 4 : When You Were Young by The Killers

Part 5 : Lovely by Billie Eilish ft. Khalid

Part 6 : Shake Sugaree by Elizabeth Cotten 

The Visitor series

Part 1 & Part 2 : Spaceman by The Killers

Songs that helped me get the mood of certain fics and asks for Spock x Reader

The Great Green Room series(hiatus)

Part 1 

For Spock : Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys (or just a slowed version of the instrumental honestly)

For Hanek Jim : Cry For Me by Solomon Burke (the song reader and Han danced to) OR Beautiful Boy by John Lennon

Asks

Spock x Fem!Reader No. 1 : Talking In Your Sleep by The Romantics 

Spock x Fem!Reader No. 2 : Genghis Khan By Miike Snow 

Spock x Neutral!Reader No. 1 : Ophelia by The Lumineers

Songs that helped me write the ONE non Spock fic which is 

Mandalorian x Jedi!Reader : Bellyache by Billie Eilish 

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Danny Rook *Supporting Character

Partner(s): None Parents: Mary Rook & Keith Rook Kids: None Siblings: None Age: 33 (2024) Birthday: 1st of August. Height: 180 cm (8.9ft) Body type: Slim but with some muscle Eye color: Light blue About: ~ Hopeless romantic. ~ Used to follow Sparkle around like a puppy. ~ Gentleman. ~ Reads a lot. ~ Studies to become an Architect. ~ Enjoys nature, but doesn't spend enough time in it. ~ Once went sailing for a year cause the girl he was hopelessly in love with moved to another city. Yes it was Sparkle. ~ Got a lot of tattoos during his time at sea, they are pretty random, and done by several aspiring tattoo artists. ~ Often dives into deep intellectual conversations, which can make him seem a bit pompous. ~ Would like a dog, but doesn't have the time. ~ Smells like old books and warm Amber. ~ Drinks green tea all day long. His favorite is Green Tea Jasmine by the British tea brand Hampstead. ~ Would love to get a bunch of kids some day. ~ Often hangs around the local library. ~ Quite private. ~ Doesn't talk much in crowds, and can come off as reserved, but really isn't. ~ Never forgets his vitamins. ~ A bit shy at times. ~ Speaks fluent French (Grandmother was French so he grew up with French speaking mother). ~ Very kind and helpful. ~ Holds a deep painful secret deep underneath that calm collected exterior. ~ Considers himself quite unlucky. ~ Loves; Snow, romance, cooking, books, reading, hiking, traveling, sailing, nature, grape fruit, clove, red wine, foot rubs, crackling fire, candle lit dinner, going to the cinema, going to the theater, fresh baked cookies, salmon, kids, dogs, green tea, cheesy movies, berries, rainy days and umbrellas, crisp morning air, vegetables, waffles, pancakes, maple syrup, French woman, French music, old records, plants, sunrise, little rustic coffee shops, and Sparkle. ~ Dresses somewhere between formal and casual. ~ Yes, he's still hopeless in love with Sparkle. Danny’s tag Danny’s house/home Danny’s moodboard Ask/answer pic:

One song to describe him: Bj Thomas - Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head Personal playlist: 1. Francoise Hardy - Le Temps De L'amour 2. Edith Piaf - La Vie En Rose 3. Brigitte Bardot - La Madrague 4. Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang 5. Nick Drake - Things Behind The Sun 6. Cigarettes After Sex - Bubblegum 7. Marie Laforêt - Viens, Viens 8. Kitty Kallen - It's Been A Long Long Time 9. The Ronettes - Be My Baby 10. Kim Carnes - Bette Davis Eyes 11. Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons - Can't Take My Eyes Off You 12. Kitty Kallen - It's Been A Long Long Time 13. Dion - Lovers Who Wander 14. Dusty Springfield - You Don't Have To Say You Love Me 15. Lana Del Rey - Cinnamon Girl