#v. melody played in a penny arcade.

[guttersniper]

@observingly said: that’s an old person’s word. 

the interestings.

there’s a solid beat of silence. he blinks, showing eyelids purpled by spiderwebbed veins left by sleep deprivation, stress. finally: “ well. i’m talking to an old man, aren't i? “ unruly brush of singular brow rises, dryly questioning. “ know your audience, and all that. “

[guttersniper]

there might be some sort of rule against touching other people's dogs without asking, but it's plain, in this instance, mutt has chosen to disregard it. that, or he's only giving einstein what we wants. always trust an animal's intuition about somebody, and all that.

calloused fingers scratch under einstein's bearded chin. a faint, but warm, smile, somehow lighter than the rest of him, plays about his lips when a wet rough tongue scrapes the back of his hand.

it does seem a little coincidental, their paths crossing. a little like looking into a mirror that shows a parallel universe. live like they do, and the possibly doesn't seem as farfetched as it should. maybe whatever's using sam as a personal ragdoll decided to give him a friend. one who'd understand.

his head lifts, hand still busied. he narrowly avoids the unconscious tightening of the skin around his eyes, stopping it just in time. his stare isn't shell-shock blank, not quite, not now, but it is unreadable. he's friendly enough, but it doesn't extend to full disclosure. kindred spirits or not, he's reluctant to leave sam on his own, to follow this kid he just met and has no reason to follow other than to … hang out.

not everyone who talks friendly, right?

the moment passes, and one corner of his mouth ticks upward, wry, not quite a smile. harder to do that for people. " m'kay. “ he supposed if marty is going to be around him anyway, even if for just a little while, he ought to keep an eye on him. “ lead the way, then. “

“…Hope you guys cleared your calendar for this week.”

He’s referring, of course, to the pair of docs— Beckett and Brown, in this case— who have been geeking out, talking at light speed and gesticulating wildly, for the better part of forty five minutes. Despite the teenager’s playful tone, there’s a genuine light in his eyes, a fond warmth in his crooked smile; Doc’s happy, so Marty’s happy. Especially after all the shit his best friend’s been through, he deserves it. 

He turns to @guttersniper and wonders if taking in a scrappy teenaged (sure, Mutt looks like twelve at a push, but that’s close enough) companion is some kind of unspoken prerequisite to become a time traveler, or if all this is just another entry on today’s ever-growing list of insane coincidences. 

“C’mon,” he proposes, smile morphing into a conspiratorial grin. “You wanna get some food or somethin’? I’m buyin’. I can show you around town and we can take Einstein for a walk.” // starter call! 

[musickool]

𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁 ₁

𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠:

ted logan —

type of guy:

sweet lovey-dovey dork, this himbo will be all over the place

as soon as bill mentions valentines day, all the hairs on his body just stand

the thought of him being so lovey cringes him out but he's just can't remove the obsession with you.

he's so tooth-rottenly cute, when you're around him, he just don't know what to do with himself. you approaching him is like him seeing an alien. either runs away or just freezes and breaks a sweat when you talk to him.

you’re his brainrot and ted's just sadistically a victim to it, completely wrapped around your fingers

musters up the courage and makes it his objective to make the most excellent v-day ever

creating planning boards in his room, preparation talks with Bill, lowkey stalking you at school

saves up every penny in his piggy bank, not wasting a single dollar

reads up on things on what girls would like

love language is quality time and words of affirmation

valentines plans:

excellent adventure ted— you first spend the day on an afternoon at an arcade; you and ted wearing casual formal outfits (ted in his tuxedo and converses, you in a dress and sneakers), playing on all of the arcade machines, giggling, screaming and laughing and goofing around.

he then takes you to his favourite spot by the Circle K, chilling down on the pavement. playing some UNO/tells you his wild adventure stories/jamming out to punk & pop rock on his speaker, sitting and eating slushies and a hot dog

OR

after the arcade, he takes you to a diner, ordering a classic American meal (two burgers, fries, onion rings, two milkshakes with the extra cream & a cherry-on-top)

finishes the date with a trip back to Bill's, awaiting a heartwarming surprise (aka the anticipated secret)

he cutely takes your hand and sits you down on a chair, closing your eyes whilst you wait. 5 minutes later, you take them off at his command, waterworks immediately start to run as you look at the sight infront of you.

ted, with his guitar, announces his special song for you.

hands begin to strum on the guitar, puppy loving eyes gazing into yours, heartfully. ted serenades you with a sweet melody, accompanied by his surprisingly sweet voice

in the garage that's decorated in cutesy heart decor; red and pink balloons and banners all over the place, you feel as if you're in a safe haven, enchanted away here by your adorable, innocent boyfriend

mid performance, ted brings you up to the stage, twirling you around and then dancing with you. his big BFG self towers over you, slowly rocks your body and embraces you tight with his bulky arms. leaning in his head, ted finally caresses your face and kisses you— signing off the most excellent Valentines day ever. . .

bogus journey ted— either takes you to the movies or rents a movie at the local blockbuster, so he can watch with you in his apartment

for the outing, he takes you to the movies to watch a cheap chick flick he thinks you'd like; popcorn, nachos and a big shake

at home, he puts on a sci-fi movie, both stuffing down on a large pepperoni pizza, watching contently

afterwards, you kick back and relax for a long smoke sesh, getting high on some good weed whilst he puts an arm around you, nestling and cuddling with you close

he'll definitely brings out a guitar and sing to you, smoking a spliff that still rests between his lips (typical lightskin moment)

one way or another in ol' netflix and chill fashion, the night ends with ted loving on your body— giving you the most ultimate rocker boy finale his bodacious girl needs . . .

face the music ted— buys two VIP tickets, for the both of you, to a summer rock festival across state; booking an all-inclusive hotel nearby so you and him can rest in with convenience (away from the kids)

packs all the necessities— snacks, water, a pack of beer, foldable chairs, portable fans, sunscreen, a pair of sunglasses, and a charging bank

you both get to the airport, getting on a plane and travelling off into the concert place

arriving at the hotel; you unlock and enter your room— spacious king-sized double bed, tv, automated bathroom and a great view outside the window. the hotel has an all-you-can-buffet that you never forget to not miss

following the next day, you dress up for the concert; you wear a house of sunny 'lemons on a plate' dress with yellow sandals, and ted wears a white t shirt and cargo shorts, styling up with sandals and a hat

for the whole three days, you and ted rock out to live iconic rock music. screaming, jumping, and partying; dancing like you never you could

golden retriever ted watches out for you; handing you snacks, cleaning after you, supplying water, emergency hugs, cheering you up

breaks into a chuckle and laughs when he catches your boomer self taking videos and pictures, uploading them onto facebook and instagram ('me and hubby @/tedtheologan rocking out at the _____ festival! party on, dudes ! 😎🤩😀😍😆❤️👩‍❤️‍👨💍⚡️🤘🤙🎫🏴‍☠️🎸❤ #____festival #summer #sunny #fun #mostexcellent #smiley #happy #happyvalentinesday #rockfestival #yolo #youngforever #foreveryoung #tb #throwback #80s #1988 #2024 #thenvsnow #wyldstallyns #mosttriumphant #rockmusic #date #valentines #couple #airguitar #happy36thyearanniversary')

last night of the festival ends with a colourful night show, fireworks lighting up and crackling the night sky. under the bright lights, ted takes your hand and holds them. warm, tall body pressed against yours, he gazes down on you with such love. gently caresses your face, hazel orbs boring into yours, rubbing the small of your back soothingly. he closes in and kisses you on the lips, passionately making out with you

the fireworks continuously keep lighting up in the background, looking like a happy ending straight out of a movie.

type of gifts:

handmade stuff: arts and craft/DIY cards with cute stickers, colourful glitter, ribbons and drawings (imagine him getting glue all over his fingers and hands, big 6'1 self hunched over his little creations uwu)— gifts you a teddy bear and says something along the lines of: "babe, i got you this teddy bear, even though i'm, like, totally your teddy bear... and my name is Ted!", some candies, 'girly stuff' like makeup, "..because you're a babe and all..", a handwritten song personally made for you (with the help of wingman Bill), tulips and roses he got from his England expedition, an antique necklace he got from his Greece expedition, heart-shaped chocolates, some tapes and vinyls of your favourite music

john constantine —

type of guy:

typically indifferent

depressingly and callously cynical

not the one to be celebrating stuff like that, but he'll do what it takes to make you happy

he knows it's still worth it, just as long as it's with you

love language is gift giving and physical touch

valentines plans:

literally remembers ON the day, springing up from bed and bolting outside. goes to like 30 different stores, searching for the best presents he can find

runs back home with last minute stuff before the sunset. doorbell suddenly rings and john opens up, smiling as he sees the love of his life, you all prettied up in a cherry red dress, heels and matte makeup (something is bulging...)

you and john get in the car and he drives you out to a late night dinner, only to be met with disappointment when the restaurant he spoke to earlier informs him that the reservations are all booked up

sighing in devastation, john bows his head and shakes disapprovingly. he looks up to give you a weak smile and rubs your back reassuringly, gesturing you to head back inside the car. the both of you drive back to his, decidedly opting for some Chinese

you both head back to his, decidedly opting on some Chinese

john resumes back to finishing the set up of the living room; red candles and roses on the coffee table

impromptu date begins: candle lit dinner in front of the tv, you both drink some wine and eat some takeout, watching a random movie

finishing up, you doze off asleep, snoring on his lap

john still watches the tv, glancing down on you every 5 minutes. he wraps a warm cloth around you, resting a hand on your back. the urge of him to kiss you is burning him alive but he remains neutral.

he's upset that the day has been ruined, the one thing that he could've gotten right all slipped and fell out of his fingers. his callous self for once actually cares about something, something he originally thought was 'insignificant', something he wished it could've gone more better

even though the day didn't go out as planned, you've insisted that it's not too bad—grateful for the date overall. it's small and disorganised, but as least it's something, , as least it all ended with him

types of gifts:

silver antique jewellery, a card, giant teddy bear, a box of chocolates, and roses

john wick —

type of guy:

DILF, DILF, DILF

valentines day with baba yaga?!

already got the whole day planned and sketched out, back-to-back

john's fat wallet's will treat you well

always 'knows a guy', so you know your ass is about to be showered to filth

the wholesome family man side of him will be coming out, abandoning the stoic, brutally cold assassin behind

no more john wick— now it is jardani jovonovich

love language is gift giving, acts of service and physical touch

valentines plans:

he would start the morning with cooking you a nice sunny side up and toast, a side of maple pancakes and coffee. whilst you eat, he calls up a spa centre and gets you booked in at a lavish clinic, ordering some men to take you there privately. he asks you to call up your friends, inviting them to the spa day as well. gives you his card and some change just in case. once you leave, he cleans up your plate and cleans up the house, decorating and preparing whilst you're gone.

a full day later with hanging out with your girls, you return back home, deeply relaxed from the tantalising spa treatment. opening up, the house is completely dark and quiet, only seeing rose petals leading off to somewhere. walking along the rose covered path, you follow it and halt at the dining room. right there at the table, sits your husband of 5 years, warm smile on his face; white polo shirt and jeans. he gets up to greet you, kissing you on the lips and forehead

john's whipped up a classic candle lit dinner, steak and baked potatoes with a glass of wine. after a nice hearty meal, he takes you upstairs via the rose-petal lane, leading you to the bathroom. you're welcomed to a bubbling hot bathtub; two glasses of champagne, face masks, scented candles, and a charcuterie board sitting on the bath rack. you two hop in and relax in the tub, slippery naked bodies against each other. you watch a drama series on his laptop, silently staring at the screen

one blink later and you're in bed with john. big hands clasping on your small waist, bearded kisses and pecks littering on your stomach, muscular strong body dominating over yours, stocky fingers slipping to unholy places; john ends the day with pleasuring you for the night, showing you what no other man but him can give.

types of gifts:

surprise trips, full package spa treatments, his card for shopping trips, makeup, perfume, high end clothes, expensive wine, a bouquet of flowers, chocolate, a small teddy bear, menstruation stuff (pads, tampons, pills, hot water bottle pouch, snacks, his masseuse expertise, baby— this man loves you), anything you want, name a price, john will be your man

thomas anderson (neo) —

type of guy:

similar to constantine but more open-minded in his indifference

either forgot or is pretty clueless on what to do

casually flips through calender and scares himself shocked as he realise the date is tomorrow

goes on a forum to ask for help: "@/cyberspacecatontheweb: any suggestions for valentines day ?? I (37M) and a girlfriend (34F) are going out on a date and I don't know what to do. sm1 help a guy out thx"

goes on the internet and researches on ideas

eventually gives up and just scraps the ideas, goes with the flow

love language is quality time and physical touch

valentines plans:

thomas wakes up early and gets changed; black shirt and suit on. you arriving to the 101 apartment, he takes you out to a Chinese restaurant downtown. orders quite a lot of food— dumplings, stir fry, sweet and sour chicken, rice, hot pot, and bbq ribs. he pays the bill and you two leave, walking out to window shop.

later in the evening, thomas takes you up to a rooftop, sitting down and watching the city below. he hesitates, but then opts to spontaneously show you 'something cool'. gets out a tech device and presses a button, opening up a cybernetic portal. jumps inside and pulls you with him. you both teleport to a white void, confused and scared as fuck. thomas reassures you and shows you some of his latest tricks like emerging buildings and cities out of nowhere, binary codes that pop up and creates a giant ass dog that almost eats you, floating and flying through a cyberspace wormhole. for the last bit, he gently grabs your hand and shows you the last thing he promised: binary codes formulate and change, syncing up together and creating a love heart. thomas presses another button and the heart opens up, revealing a cybernetically generated portrait of you and him, written underneath 'happy valentines day xoxo'. his hands move to your waist and he slowly kisses you, simultaneously taking you back to the real world.

types of gifts:

digitally-made things: flowers, teddy bear, heart, a picture of you. makes a hologram gadget that does origami, a scented candle he remembers you like, cool tech glasses, paired with some gloves, that's installed with a program that allows you to do things- holographic games and worlds all built into these spectacles (norman jayden from heavy rain reference)

jonathan harker —

type of guy:

mr darcy-coded

valentines day with him would be a fairytale, straight out of a book

sensitive, kind, chivalrous, charming, courteous, and hardworking, your princelike husband who will always know how to woo you to your knees

planned everything in his sanctuary, ready to show you how he can treat you well

love language is gift giving, acts of service and quality time

valentines plans:

you wake up to a traditional english breakfast-in-bed; hot tea, coffee, porridge, bread, and eggs, served by maids. then you're being dressed up for the day, maids helping you out into your modest and elegant attire, fixing your hair, doing your makeup, and dusting you down. jonathan escorts you onto to the carriage, heading off first to a picnic at an expansive, spacious garden. The place is embroidered with pretty plants and flowers, fresh fragrance of pollen filling your nose. you and jonathan settle on the grass, laying a blanket. you enjoy some tea, crumpets, scones, and sandwiches, admiring the floral nature. jonathan dotes you inbetween small talk, complimenting your look frequently. for some short time, you both get up and walk around, appreciating the afternoon. after the picnic, he hires a photographer to have your picture taken. you sit on a chair as jonathan stands behind you, posing for the camera.

shortly comes the evening and it's time for the special occasion. you both get onto the carriage again, heading off to a restaurant. the restaurant is filled to the brim of posh people alike, halls decked with chandeliers and embellished with statues and paintings. the pair of you enjoy the night, relishing and dinning happily. jonathan brings you back home, taking you to the bedroom to surprise you with a bundle of flowers and a toy bear. he kisses you softly and gracefully on the head, reminding you of his love. you both tuck into bed and lay down for the night, sleeping peacefully into each other's arms.

type of gifts:

a basket full of roses, lilies, orchids and carnations. handwritten poem, a card enveloped and stamped with a red heart wax seal, chocolates from romania, dainty jewellery, toy bear, fragrance, a trip to paris, tickets to see an opera and a theatre performance, small trinkets, fruits, and a pocketwatch locket.

kevin lomax —

type of guy:

sugar daddy kevinnnnn

toxic but fine husband

will absolutely spoil you rotten, pampering you like a princess

love language is gift giving, physical touch, and acts of service

valentines plans:

first thing in the morning, breakfast's being sent to you at the penthouse. kevin leaves a note on the nightstand: "hey sweetheart, it's me. how was breakfast? it was good, right? i've called in your boss to let him that you're sick, so no need to go to the office. your whole day will be booked: spa treatment, nails, hair, and a private boutique booked so you can try on some new outfits that you'll be choosing for the evening. make sure you wear that lingerie i got you and don't miss any of those appointments. daddy's gonna have fun with you tonight.

love kevin xoxo"

you do as exactly he says, rushing up & down, excitedly getting changed. a black limo takes you to and back of all destinations, attending all your scheduled appointments. at the boutique, a blonde clerk waits for you, standing by a row of clothing racks with designer clothes hanged and heels below to select from. after carefully selecting, you choose a snug black dress and heels, fully dolled up for the occasion. a makeup artist quickly does your makeup, just in the nick of time kevin arrives, black waist coat and suit & tie. you exit the building to find him standing by the car. his eyes wonder around and check you out, hypnotised by your beauty. linking arm to arm, you two are driven to the wall street restaurant. the place is luxurious; interior design opulent and rich. kevin grabs a seat at the vip section, inviting some of his fellow law firm coworkers along. you cheers to a good night and dig in to the fine dining, enjoying the night. almost midnight, you and kevin return back home, immediately jumping into the jacuzzi.

you strip out of your clothes and wear the cute swim piece that kevin's bought for you— a black skimpy bikini that hugs all of your curves and cleavage. you sit back and relax with your man, peacefully sipping some champagne and enjoying each other's company. many drinks and pillowtalks later, the night ends with what you exactly expects: sounds of skin slapping and bed shaking; your moans echo throughout the bedroom. kevin's tall body thrusts repeatedly into you, grunting and groaning as he fucks you. lasting with the real pillow princess treatment, kevin worships your body and makes love to you, showing you who you really belong to. . .

types of gifts:

expensive makeup, luxury trips abroad, designer outfits, exclusive spa treatments, sexy lingerie, his black card for those shopping trips, perfume, deluxe jewellery and accessories, a bouquet of roses tied in a bow, heart-box of chocolates, expensive wine and champagne, adult toys (wink wink), a white teddy bear, polaroid photos of you and him

[angelic-holland]

Alice’s Masterlist

Series

Blurbs 

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Fluff

Dirty Shirley 

- you’re an actress in Endgame and have a little too much to drink for your 21st birthday.

Fooled Around and Fell In Love 

- Tom is a photographer, you’re a single mom, and Tom is falling for you in your little bookstore. 

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy 

- Tom and his boyfriend get dressed up, go on a fancy date and dance the night away. 

Oh, Fiddlesticks!

- In a world where the first word your soulmate says to you is tattooed on your skin, your soulmate is left wondering who uses the words ‘oh fiddlesticks’. 

The Mitten Tree

- You just want to give the children at Saint Paul’s a great Christmas, what happens when a celebrity you aren’t expecting is thrown into the mix?

Not Like This 

- You and Tom aren’t meant to be, not according to fate, not according to the rule that dictates who your soulmate is. Will that stop you from falling for each other?

Smut (18+)

Dinner Party  ✼

- A dinner party with the cast of Far From Home, with a smutty twist. 

Unexpected  ✼

- You didn’t know your best friend feels the same way about you, until you’re forced to share a bed in a hotel one night. 

Know Your Enemy 

- You hate the son of the CEO of your father’s rival company, right? 

So It Goes 

- You’re sick and tired of other college boys. Tom shows you how a real man should treat you.

Good For You 

- You and Tom get a little riled up after a premiere.

Teach Me 

- Boxer!Tom teaches you how to defend yourself, you end up on top of him.

Happy Birthday Tommy 

- You make sure your boyfriend has a great birthday, including a special treat from you.

Video Games  ✼

- Tom plays video games and you try not to distract him, although he doesn’t last very long. 

Good Girl 

- You tease Tom, he decides to tease you back.

Lesson  

- Tom teaches you a lesson. 

Switching Things Up 

- You normally let Tom take control in bed, here’s what happens when you change things up. 

Long Night 

- You and Tom use a remote control vibrator at a premiere. 

Night and Day  

- Tom decides to punish you, it’s a shame you seem to enjoy it. 

Getting Even 

- You come without permission, Tom teaches you a lesson, one day at a time. 

Cherry Knots  ✼

- You’re just a stranger in a bar, trying to stay as anonymous as possible.

Familiar  // Navigate  ✼

- You’re a famous Youtuber and your fans figure out you and Tom are dating.

Arcade 

- Being friends with benefits can be tricky, especially when one person catches feelings before another does. 

New Girl, Old Feelings 

- You and Tom take your friendship to the next level.

Pretty As A Polaroid Picture  ✼

- You and Tom really like the gift Harrison bought for you.

Try Again 

- A sequel to Dinner Party, you and Tom mess around at dinner.

Wasabi ✼

- You and your lab partner decide to ditch a party and have one of your own.

We’ve Got Chemistry  ✼

- Tom teaches you how to use a vibrator.

Eighteen (mini-series) ✼

- You ask the tattooed boy you’re tutoring to be your fake boyfriend, imagine your surprise when it turns into something more. 

Best Friend’s Brother  ✼

- You’re Harry’Holland’s best friend, what happens when you have a crush on his brother, Tom?

A Touch of Cinnamon

- You own a bakery, Tom owns a record store. You’re neighbors, just neighbors, right?

Watermelon Sugar  ✼

- Tom gets jealous when you seem to be paying more attention to your favorite singer than him. 

Feel Your Love

- Tom loves to be blindfolded.

Your Shirt

- You can’t wear Tom’s shirt after sex, neither of you seem to mind much.

Counselor in Training

- Tom is supposed to help train you be a counselor at Camp Pine Islands, what happens when he finds you alone in the showers one day?

Call Me Angel

- Tom is lonely, craving a connection he hasn’t been able to find in meaningless hookups. He stumbles across your profile on a phone sex website, a little bit too eager to talk to the girl in the Spiderman t-shirt. 

Figure This Out (coming soon!)

- Tom is a hopeless romantic who writes songs for girls he falls in love with. You’re just a bartender who is great at keeping secrets and manages the bar where Tom performs his love songs. 

Threesomes +

Just Desserts (Tom, Jake, Sebastian, Mackie, reader)

- You have some fun after the Far From Home premiere.

When Two Becomes Three (Tom, Jake, reader)

- You and Tom decide to bring a third into the bedroom. 

Cover Me In Your Love (Tom, Jake, reader)

- Tom and Jake treat you for being such a good girl for them.

Four’s A Crowd But Baby I Like to Party (Tom, Sebastian, Mackie, reader)

- Tom surprises you after comic con. 

Good Boy (Tom, Jake, reader)

- Tom is a good boy for you, Tom is a good boy for Jake. Can you and Jake work together to put him back in his place?

Do Not Disturb (Tom, Laura Harrier, reader)

- Tom and Laura invite you up to their hotel room. 

Tutors (Tom, Jake, reader)

- You and Jake teach Tom a thing or two. 

Office Hours (Tom, Jake, reader) // See Me After Class  ✼

- The escapades of Professor Jake, teaching assistant Tom, and you.

Let’s Play (Tom, Jake, Harrison, Zendaya, reader)  ✼

- Tom wants to show everyone what a good girl you are.

It Will Last Longer... (Tom, Harrison, reader)

- You and Tom invite Harrison into the bedroom, a sequel to Pretty as A Polaroid Picture.

New Seeds In the Melody (Tom, Harry Styles, reader)  ✼

- Tom surprises you by inviting your favorite singer back to your hotel room.

Angst 

What We Deserve 

- Tom shows you that you deserve so much more than you believe you do.

Puzzle Pieces 

- Tom and you are two pieces of a puzzle, you fit together perfectly. Right?

When the Levee Breaks

- Tom loves you, but you don’t love Tom. Is there anything you can do to fix this?

Halo Effect

Y/N just wants to save her little sister. What happens when a handsome stranger promises her so much more? 

Wildflowers and Vanilla

You and Harrison get high and fool around. 

Misattribution of Arousal

You run into a cute boy while on a jog, you’re not mistaking adrenaline for attraction, right?

Penny For Your Thoughts...

- You try to make Harrison jealous. It works out for both of you. 

Craft Store Secrets 

- You and Harrison do some last-minute Christmas shopping. 

Take A Seat

- You and Harrison reveal a little more about yourself during a party. 

The V Word

- You and Harrison have always been close. Close enough to ask him to take your virginity? 

Lonely Blue Eyes

-  You’ve always gotten flowers from the florist across from your flat, a small way to keep your place lively and happy. When he notices you’ve stopped coming by as often, he makes a surprise visit. It turns out he has exactly the shade of blue you’re looking for.

Jake Gyllenhaal

On My Mind

Y/N’s been tasked with interviewing Jake Gyllenhaal during a press junket for his new movie. What happens when she runs into him later than night at a bar?

Princess Party  

- You and Peter get to know each other at your dad, Tony Stark’s, party.

Thick Thighs Save Lives 

- You find out your boyfriend is Spiderman. Cue earth-shattering sex.

Do You Want Me? 

- You don’t need Peter to tutor you, but you want to spend time with him. 

Touch Me 

- You and Peter try to sort through your feelings. 

Dear You

-  A mysterious boy in a red and blue suit leaves you letters on your windowsill. Will you finally find out who the boy behind the mask is?

Church 

- You and MJ fool around in church. 

RA on Duty 

- You like your roommate. She likes you. It should be easy. Right?

Too Late 

- Peter loves Ned. Ned loves Peter. Is it too late for them to tell each other? 

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Special shoutout to @honeymoonparker for making these headers for me! 

[docholligay]

LET’S TALK ABOUT FELIX AND PAPER MOON

Most people, if they know this song, know the version my Ella Fitzgerald, but that’s quite a bit later than where we are now. This is, I am fairly certain, this version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbB4Qgw6jZw (singing starts at like 1:30) 

Anyway the point is not that I’m going to have this song stuck in my head all day, and that you should feel bad for every member of my family who has to hear my off key warble, the point is the lyrics, and I see Rita Sue coming so I can almost guess at what’s going to happen. The song is basically about how everything is fake, but it doesn’t matter if you believed, if there was love. 

And that’s so sad and great for Felix right now. Everything he constructed for Libby was only fake after all, was only stage dressing, but if Rita Sue could have believed in him, he could have made it real, but he couldn’t have gone without her, ever. It was never going to happen. 

BUT ALSO BUT ALSO, I think Rita Sue is going to try to get Felix back and I think that her own world is going to become cheap and tawdry. “Without your love, it’s a melody played in a penny arcade” 

I don’t think Felix can leave her, but I don’t know if he can be with her either, right now, I think he’s so consumed with grief that he can’t move in any direction at all and AHHHH I AM LIVING. 

[guttersniper]

the sounds of movement in the kitchen rouse him. a bleary-eyed glance at the bedside clock says thirteen after eight.

it's been a long time since he's woken up this late. a long time, or since forever, one. true enough that waking up at eight in the morning is still rather early, he doesn't tend to stay in bed beyond seven, at the latest. reckon if he was still asleep, if it didn't evade him entirely, as it so often, too often does, he'd either be deathly sick or already dead, one.

the sight that greets him isn't entirely out of the ordinary. sam got them breakfast, so what. the owner of the boulangerie down the street seemed fond of whoever it was he'd leaped into, and had been quick to take a similar liking to mutt. if only she knew. it's the hug and subsequent kiss that manages to catch him off guard, wondering, worrying if something bad had happened to warrant such a thing. then, he remembers that, with sam, it doesn't need to have a reason behind it, nor a catch or trap, and the explanation given serves to remind him.

" that's fine, " he returns, a waning crescent of a half-smile to match, flickery and not sticking around, quick to shift toward the beginnings of a skeptical, furrowed-brow frown. it's april eleventh here, but what about back in sam's year? what about his year?

standing over the chair, his fingers work at the seal on the first envelope, second briefly tucked into his waistband, the chocolatine he'd taken a quick bite out of beforehand taking their place.

It’s been a long time since he’s woken up this early– since at least his days on the farm, anyways.

But it’s all worth it when @guttersniper​ comes into the kitchen of their (for the moment) small Paris apartment, lit up by the early rays of morning light streaming through the window. Sam’s there, standing next to a table now dotted with French patisserie, fruit, and hot chocolate. There’s two presents, painstakingly wrapped, on either side of an empty plate, and in the center of the plate there are two envelopes addressed to him.

Eyes crinkle with a bright smile as Sam sweeps the boy into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of his head

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pulling back to hold Mutt at arm’s length. “Go on and open ‘em. I-I know it’s not much, but… well, it’s from both of us.”

[guttersniper]

@quantumleapt said: forget about all that.

the interestings.

it takes several failed attempts to meet his gaze, and mutt thinks he might just hate that most of all, second only to the angry, uncertain tears stinging in his eyes. despite all of this, his voice is relatively steady, low and quiet, but adamant. “ i can’t. “ he wants to break something, and he wants to be alone, and he wants -- 

his fingers grasp the edge of the table beside him what seems to him almost hard enough to splinter the wood. “ i can’t, sam. they’re just -- they’re children. “ he doesn’t reflect on his own exclusion, or his being the youngest. he meant what he said. “ and ‘m not sure i can be the brother they need. “ 

saying brother and meaning himself out loud stings, like a too-keen shot to the ribs. “ or want. “

[guttersniper]

@quantumleapt said: Though the New Mexico weather is distinctly unseasonal, there’s a full stocking for Mutt hanging on the mantle; a candy cane that almost runs the length of the stocking, chocolate, some new sketching pencils and erasers, a pocket watercolor set, two new lighters, and a new pocket knife to add to his collection. Under the tree, there's even more: sketchbooks, a small radio and cassette player complete with cassette tapes, several books (selections include books on art and art history and a small collection of Steinbeck and Kerouac novels just the right size for his backpack), and a new pair of steel-toed boots in just the right size.

When he’s opened everything, Sam and Al pull him into a hug and Sam kisses the top of his head.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

give mutt gifts!

it isn't the first christmas they've spent together. it is, though, the first where sam is sam. that makes it markedly different. mutt recalls watching his eyes mist over whenever he thought about his own family celebrations, when he remembered through the swiss-cheesing, then continuing as if nothing troubled him.

(that had troubled mutt, but if he'd stopped everything necessary because it caused him alarm -- he probably wouldn't be here. and that doesn't stop at what quantum leaping does to somebody's psyche.)

with his spoils gathered together neatly, he's the one who finds tears pushing at his lashlines. he was unsure if he could even still do that, it had been so long since he'd found himself on the verge of crying. when he's warmly pressed against them, a heavy inhale-sniffle through his nose takes care of that.

being known by them isn't so bad.

[guttersniper]

@quantumleapt said: boy, that gripes my cookies.

gay army surgeons.

he gradually stops chewing, processing what's been said. swallows. the skin around his eyes tightens and jumps with a slight narrowing. a blink and it'll be missed microexpression.

" that the boy scout way of saying you're pissed off? " it sounds genuine, but with mutt, things aren't always as they seem. sam should know that, by now, even if there isn't any indication that it was a joke.

[guttersniper]

@quantumleapt said: 💪 because he deserves to be carried to bed!!!

send 💪 to pick up mutt, add detail / reasoning if desired.

even in sleep, his body is rigid as a bowstring. say something if you know it’s me. the last thing sam wants to do, mutt figures, half-asleep, is startle him. smart man.

he grumbles -- something or another about the floor is more comfortable or he ate too much. he isn't quite sure, hates the sluggishness that comes with sleep. the way everything is seen as if through smudged glasses, heard as if submerged underwater.

mutt feels one arm slide underneath the bend of his legs, another behind and around his shoulders. he vaguely feels his weight lifted, carried, lowered down onto the softness of the couch a few paces away from where he'd fallen asleep in the first place.

his shoes are removed, something he wants to protest. he just hopes they're placed right next to him. ready to be put back on at a moment’s notice, in case he has to run. (could run bare-foot, only in his socks, if he had to. doesn't mean he wants to.) mutt shifts underneath the blanket thrown over him, skull denting the worn pillow beneath his head.

he must look impossibly small, all curled and covered up. mutt can hear a pause in sam's movements. in the thickness of an almost yawn, trying his damndest to speak with habitual sternness in his state: " you better go to sleep, yourself. "

[guttersniper]

@quantumleapt said: you keep an eye out for me and i’ll keep an eye out for you.

the night ship.

the squat, thick paperback he's spent the better part of twenty miles absorbed in is folded closed over his thumb. he dangles it, momentarily, upside down, with his elbow almost pressed flat against the knee brought up to his chest, boot on the seat.

" you need to keep your eyes on the road, breaker one-nine. "

[guttersniper]

@quantumleapt said: sweetheart, you have us worried sick.

paris, texas.

eyes flash reflexive defiance, shored up against him feeling sorry, feeling worried, for him. 

" just haven't slept in a while, s'all. " mutt thinks he's more angry with himself than with sam, in truth, for having let the damning reaction slip past his carefully, stubbornly maintained guard. " it happens, you know ... some weeks're rougher than others. "

that is, perhaps, the biggest understatement of his life.

[guttersniper]

@timechange said: they put cheese on this. you can’t trust 'em.

paris, texas.

it’s so simple. so normal.

he can't quite remember -- no, he can't say he's ever experienced what it must be like to have something so easy, so stupid, be his biggest concern. 

bitter, misplaced envy swallows back into his gut before it can make the error of stumbling out of his mouth. it wouldn't make sense. not a story he wants to, or should, tell.

his eyes flick between the now open-faced burger and marty's face. " can't you just pick it off. "

[guttersniper]

@timechange

the incredulity, bordering on judgment, in marty's voice is so transparent, it is a window that all but shatters. and yet, mutt just shrugs it off. another spoonful of cereal goes into his mouth, just the same.

words are just words, and it's an off day for milk as far as his stomach’s concerned. he's under no obligation to care what he thinks about it. 

" sure, it's orange juice. want some? "

[guttersniper]

@quantumleapt said: i'm sorry to have gotten you into this mess.

the devil is a sissy.

mutt's gaze flicks up, sharp-soft, and holds sam in place. the sort of sharp-soft that says he doesn't have to apologize. even if he did, it wouldn't matter.

" it's not so bad. " he looks away long enough to watch a cluster of farmhouses pass by, then fade to another dot behind them.

back to sam, his shoulders lift with both a casually dismissive shrug and movement for movement's sake, cramped in the bus seat. " i'm used to running. " it doesn't quite register how sad that sounds, to him. it's only life.

[guttersniper]

@quantumleapt said: attaboy. 

razzmatazz.

he stands, tucking the paperclip into his pocket. his hand grasps the doorknob. it gives, then twists, and gently swings open.

the praise, as usual, still, settles odd. he looks up at sam, then to his congratulatory hand settled briefly on his shoulder. the corner of his mouth pinches, chewed, between his teeth.

" i can teach you, " he says, instead. " lockpicking, i mean. sometime. when we're not busy. " his eyes flick demonstrably towards the bobby pin sam's got in his hair. something this leapee used to keep her hair out of her eyes. " with that, even. "