#you know the confused travolta gif

[moljh]

Showers and Chamomile

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Movie night with your boyfriend Eddie and you only get more proof at how dorky and perfect he is. Pure fluff Unedited - idea I quickly threw together

Eddie liked to think he was all tough and dark. Whilst most of the town agreed with this persona, you were privy to a very different one.

Your Eddie liked a hot water bottle on cold nights, preferred tea over coffee once the sun went down so he didn't get too 'wired' and although vehemently denied it, loved a good romcom. Hence why on a Saturday night when Eddie claimed that he could be 'getting high and listening to good music at a bar with the guys', he was in fact at home watching Grease with you.

"I just don't get it," Eddie said

"What don't you get now?" you replied, chuckling slightly at the end of your question

"Well Sandy is trying to do all these things for Danny and he doesn't even seem all that great" he pointed out, waving a hand at the television

"I dunno..." you trailed off "he's pretty cute"

"Um excuse me?!" Eddie exclaimed with a look of horror and humour as he clutched his hand to his heart "I thought you only had eyes for me?"

"Sorry baby but think John Travolta might beat you out of top spot" you said sticking your tongue out at him "Though I do admit, you have better hair"

A smug grin spread across Eddie's face "Thank you" he said proudly

The two of you lay there and watched the rest of the movie. Another thing you loved about your boyfriend was when he was truly engrossed in something, concentrating so hard on what was in front of him, he stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth. Just ever so slightly, but it always made you giggle. That's how you knew not to distract him because his tongue would be poking out of his lips.

During the musical scenes you always laughed as Eddie would roll his eyes as they started singing and then would end up tapping his fingers to the beat. You honestly weren't sure if he noticed what he was doing and this was usually the case in most musical movies you watched. You liked them, you couldn't deny that, but you especially liked when Eddie would start tapping his fingers against your leg.

You never said anything in case he became aware of it and stopped. So you would just sit there and nestle yourself closer into his chest and lighten your grip on him.

"Ok I have to admit the ending was a bit strange" you confessed as you got up from the couch

"See, I told you" Eddie replied, rolling his eyes

"They should have just ended it with the song, I don't get the need for the flying car" you continued talking as Eddie began cleaning up

The two of you pottered around for a moment, cleaning up the mess you both had made during the course of the evening.

"At least I know you definitely have a type" Eddie said as he packed up the empty popcorn bowls from the coffee table

"What?" you asked, confused by his words

"A type, at least I don't have to be worried about that"

"What are you on about?" you laughed

"Danny Zuko and I are like the exact same"

You shot Eddie a smirk as he kept talking "C'mon, we both wear leather, like working on cars, don't get along with the popular crowd. We're practically twins"

"Really? Twins?"

"Oh yeah..." Eddie smiled, placing the bowls in the sink and walked up to you "and we also both landed someone who is super gorgeous and completely out of our league"

Slipping his arms around your waist, Eddie pulled you in close.

"Ok..." you said "you redeemed yourself with that last thing"

"Good, I'm glad you noticed that" Eddie smiled

"I have to say, I think between me and Sandy, I got the better deal" you said, leaning into Eddie and pulling him into a gentle kiss

The two of you stood there in each others embrace for what felt like ages until you had to come back up for air.

"Well I'm going to go have a shower" you said, giving him one last peck and slowly making your way to the bathroom

"I'm going to make some tea" Eddie informed you, "really craving some chamomile"

"Do you want to have a shower too?" You paused, slowly pulling your shirt off seductively  

"No, no," Eddie replied, too focussed on finding his favourite mug to realise what you were doing "I'll have one later"

Making an obnoxious coughing noise in an attempt to get his attention, you rolled your eyes at your boyfriends complete obliviousness.

"I meant, don't you want to have a shower with me?" you said and watched as his eyes widened and he dropped the box of tea bags from his hands

He finally looked at you and nodded "Yes, yes, I would like that very much" he said, frantically kicking off his shoes and desperately undoing his belt

Turning around you walked into the shower and heard a big thud behind you.

"I'm fine" Eddie shouted from the other room

You laughed as you turned on the water because you knew he had fallen over in his desperate attempt to get to you as quickly as possible "Dork" you muttered to yourself

"What was that?" Eddie asked

"Nothing" you quickly replied and jumped in the shower. 

As the warm water ran over you, you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky.

[julianrchandlerx]

Julian’s head fell back in a laugh when Ralph pulled that tough guy act on him. “Hold yer horses, Rocky Balboa, let’s not go for the goods,” he waved his hand loosely in the direction of his own face, “It’s a gut punch or nothin’.” He jokingly ducked one air punch before being “knocked out” by the other, staggering backwards a bit before springing upright with a wide goofy grin. It would be obvious to any onlooker that the pair had grown a charming little friendship between them. It made what Julian wanted to ask Ralph all the more easy, though he was still nervous all the same. When the vampire showed up for a caricature, it seemed the most opportune moment to have a rather serious chat. But Julian wasn’t about to jump into a dreary topic just yet — caricature drawing was supposed to be fun, after all. “Huh, I must be blind. Not a good side in sight,” he joked with a wry grin. “Move all you want, doesn’t really affect what I’m doing,” he said with a nod. “What? You’re not a fan of the wholesome town festival vibes? C’mon, it’s wonderful.” Julian did find it a little odd that they put on a whole spring festival kind of randomly. Perhaps it was to make up for the last holiday and all that transpired. He was making a little extra money, though, so he wasn’t about to complain.

Julian had begun his drawing when Ralph started speaking, pausing when the man’s words trailed off. He watched him quietly and curiously, taking in the sudden shift in the vampire. Ralph was always so animated, even when he was being gentle with the poor mortal, he wasn’t expecting him to sober up and become so still. It caused Julian to completely stop for a moment in anticipation of what he’d say. Then the man began to speak, and Julian began to move again, going right back into the drawing as time seemed to suddenly propel forward again. “That’s not the one that’s still there, right?” He honestly didn’t know. Julian wasn’t some history whiz, and Ralph lived through decades of history. He’d probably know. He tried to picture it, Ralph and a bunch of others riding a carousel in the early 1950s, but the best he could conjure up was a mental image of John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John singing “You’re The One That I Want” while standing on a modern looking merry-go-round. Not exactly historically accurate, or so he assumed. “That sounds really great,” he said softly. “Wait… Who’s JD Salinger?” He asked a moment later in an all too seriously confused voice. Wasn’t that the guy from Heathers?

The new nickname caught him a bit off guard. “Crown Jule, eh?” He tested it out. “Damn I’m gonna have to come up with something clever for you now.” He sadly was not as well equipped with zingers and charming nicknames like Ralphie was, and he wasn’t sure the vampire would get a Wreck-It-Ralph or A Christmas Story reference. Did immortals keep up with pop culture? He wasn’t sure. “Hmm, my favorite springtime memory, let’s see…” He clicked his tongue as he pulled out a brush pen, adding some texture to Ralph’s hair, trying to find something to relate to the other man’s memory. “My mom’s a painter too, she’s the one who taught me actually, so we used to go to Central Park during spring, once the weather was real nice, and we’d do some people watching and watercolor sketching. We’d challenge each other to draw something hard or to find the funniest or most interesting or most beautiful subject to draw. And then we’d show each other. For that last one, she’d always draw me and say some sappy something about how ‘nothing’s more perfect or wonderful than her sweet baby boy,’” he rolled his eyes but smiled none the less. “It was a kinda nice compliment, though, especially during the awkward years before I got so tall and handsome.” He said the last bit with a teasing tone, a mock smolder gracing his features. “If you don’t mind my asking.. What was your family like?” Perhaps a sensitive path to trot, but Julian couldn’t help but touch on the subject since they were relating stories involving their relatives.

x

Ralph fidgeted a bit in his seat, falling into an odd unnatural pose, one that involved his fist tucked gently beneath his chin, as though he were taking a glamor shot. "I'm hangin' looser than the tooth in yer mouth once I sock ya in the jaw for drawin' my nose weird, Queens." This tough guy remark was all in good fun, and breaking his pose, Ralphie threw a few good-humored punches at the air before flashing Julian a smile. A daylight graduation ring glistened on his finger. "Am I movin' too much? I just want you to my good side, ya dig it? Which is all my sides. Jesus, it's Antsville here, though, ain't it? Lunar Cove really goes gaga for these fun fair shindigs." He sighed little, rocking in his chair. He met the artist's eye.

"What do you wanna know? I'm an open book. You already got all the real important shit. I got teeth, I'm from Brooklyn, I've been to..." Ralph trailed off, knitting his brow, evidently discovering something sincere in the question. Some of his erratic energy settling, he nestled his hands in his lap, thinking for a moment. Ralph rolled forward, evidently deciding on something all at once. "Me, my mom, and my sister were visitin' someone in Manhattan. I don't remember who she was. Maybe a friend of my great-aunt or some shit. But they gave us kids some money to go buy 'em cigarettes down the block," he explained. He looked up to flash a smile. "I wasn't supposed to, but, uh, we used the change to ride the new carousel in Central Park. This woulda been maybe 1951 or so. The old one had just burned down; it was steam-powered. So I was eleven and Peg was six. And I got in a lot of trouble for losin' the money, but I woulda done it again. At that time, I still thought you only lived once, ya dig it?" He sighed, stretching his arms upward. "That J.D. Salinger dude plagiarized my life. Bet he was there watchin' me that day. How about you, though, Crown Jule?" A new nickname from nowhere.

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

Confused Travolta meme but Joey's version

[pixiemunsons]

baby, baby, baby (sh)

steve's always discovering new things about himself, usually with your help

breeding kink!!! i can't state enough if this isn't ur thing click off because that's all it is. unprotected sex, p in v (f! reader), fingering, discussion of babies and breeding, hint of jancy, rough-ish sex, bit of misogyny surrounding birth control (reader goes on the pill.) one use of the word daddy during sex but not rly daddy kink. no use of y/n, no spoilers, no reader description. steve’s into cringy pet names i don’t make the rules (2.2k words)

a/n; a really lovely reader made it clear to me that some of my language wasn’t POC or plus size friendly. this absolutely wasn’t my intention and i’ve edited this language out to ensure that this is a fic for anyone, as intended. pls let me know if i do make any mistakes like this - being exclusive is absolutely not something i ever intend to be. thank you angels<3

it had started growing in him one day, and he hadn’t felt the end of it since.

a sort of weird, deep urge he felt in his bones, gnawing at him from the inside out and churning his brain and boiling his guts. if he hadn’t known better, he might have called it animalistic. neanderthal. his most base instinct. for months, he hadn’t been able to think about anything else. twisting his mind and driving him crazy.

steve harrington wanted to fuck you full of his babies.

you hadn’t even known you were doing it. how could you? you knew he wanted kids, and a lot of them, but it felt miles off in your mind. when he told you about you and the six kiddos and the camper van, you thought he meant five, maybe even ten years off. so you’d thought nothing of it when your friend liz had asked to come over for a coffee with her almost brand-new baby and you’d spent the afternoon playing with her in front of steve. 

he’d seemed a bit more tense than usual, and you thought maybe he was uncomfortable around the baby. you knew he had a relatively small, relatively disconnected family, and the last kid born was more than ten years ago, so he’d never really even been around infants. he seemed to be watching intently as you picked her up, smoothing her tufts of hair back and nuzzling your nose into her hair to absorb her uniquely baby smell. you’d never brought it up though, never thinking much of it. until it started happening more.

you’d see a toddler sticking their tongue out at the grocery store and stick yours back before steve would half drag you away by the arm. you’d mention your hairdresser’s imminent due date, and he’d find a way to change the topic. hell, you’d cooed over the baby in look who’s talking one time and he’d switched the channels, claiming he hated john travolta even though you’d watched saturday night fever with him at least four times. you were starting to get confused. the two of you had talked about kids; why was it becoming such a problem now?

───

‘i got on the pill, y’don’t have to bother with a condom.’

steve stopped stock still. in seven years, he’d never been able to go without. shitty blue state indiana had made contraception for unmarried women a fucking nightmare, and while he really wanted to marry you eventually, he wasn’t about to do it just so he could go raw. steve’d half-hoped he wouldn’t be able to until you were married; he didn’t know what he was capable of if you let him do that to you. but you’d sprung it on him. while you were naked under him and he was halfway to the bedside table, you’d laid a small hand on his arm and looked up at him with that expression on your face he loved so much and stuck out your bottom lip. he’d never said no to you before. how could he ever start now?

‘a-are you sure? y’know i don’t mind, sweetness, i’m happy to wear one.’ he was frowning now, deep lines etching the ordinarily soft skin of his forehead, and you reached a hand up to smooth out the creases.

‘kinda thought you’d be a bit more excited than this, honey.’ you were half-smiling, half-worried, head tilted as you observed steve. you’d known him for fifteen years, been dating him almost half as long. knew him like the back of your hand, knew when he was worried about something, when something was playing on his mind and he just couldn’t shrug it off. he shook his head vehemently, stroking your face with a shaky hand.

’s’not that, babe. i’m really excited, like, really excited. didn’t think we’d be able to do this until- well…’ he trailed off, leaning down to kiss your bare shoulder in a feeble attempt to hide his reddening face from your eyesight.

you sat up a little then, peering down at him. the pill wasn’t even something you’d thought much of until nancy had told you all about it, hush hush over a coffee.

‘it’s changed my life, honestly. everything’s more… regular, and well, you know…’ you’d raised your eyebrows at her to hasten her explanation and she’d blushed bright red and hidden behind her hair when she whispered ‘jonathan loves being able to, like… y’know, do it inside. everything’s so much better in the bedroom.’ 

you’d left your lunch date hot under the collar, and almost sprinted straight to your family doctor. the idea of being so intimate, so close to steve for the first time ever without having to worry about the consequences excited you.

‘until what, stevie? we can carry on using a condom if you w-‘ steve’s eyes shot open, shaking his head wildly until his hair bounced.

‘no! no, i just.’ he cleared his throat, itching the back of his neck nervously.

‘i’m worried if we do it without, i won’t be able to hold back. the idea of doing that to you, of cumming inside you… it makes me so hard i can’t think.’

his confession left your mouth open and mind whirring, thinking back to the last few months and the way he’d been acting around you and babies and all of a sudden, everything clicked.

‘stevie,’ you cooed, smirking at the expression on his face. ‘you wanna get me pregnant, don’t you?’

a guttural groan broke free from his throat and he lunged forward like a man possessed, capturing your lips with a ferocious heat that had you moaning into his mouth. large, rough hands gripped your stomach, your hips, and squeezed so tight you groaned. steve took his chance, tongue surging into your mouth and licking the top of your mouth, the back of your teeth. he pushed himself up so he was kneeling above you, manhandling you up so you were facing him, knees touching.

‘y’can’t say that to me, baby,’ he looked frantic, still kissing you between words. ‘god, you’re so… so fuckin’… h christ, can’t believe you said that.’ your mind was reeling, all consumed with the idea of it. 

‘i’d be lying if i said the thought of trying for a baby with you wasn’t on my mind recently, stevie.’ you looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering, and his fingers dug into your flesh so hard you were sure there’d be bruises the next morning. ‘when liz came over with the baby, y’have no idea how much i wished she was ours.’

steve was totally fucked.

he couldn’t get his breathing under control listening to talking about carrying his babies, and his head was swimming in pictures; you, lying on the beach in a bikini with a cute bump. lying on your front cautiously while steve rubbed your tired back muscles. tying your shoes for you ‘cuz you couldn’t reach over your swollen tummy. most of all though, he couldn’t stop imagining the sight of his cum seeping out from your pretty little pussy, your hips propped up on a pillow, hoping it’d take.

‘think we should?’ he spoke before he could even think about it, and he almost apologised. almost. because when he looked down at your face, instead of seeing shock or disgust, you were fucking smirking up at him. a manicured nail traced its way up through his chest hair, the other hand gripping the back of his neck, and steve felt lightheaded.

‘you gotta be off the pill at least a week before it stops working, you know.’ you cocked your head to the side. ‘doesn’t mean we can’t start practising though.’

steve helped you onto your knees so you were face down, ass up. his favourite, especially when he wanted to go a bit harder, a bit rougher, and the anticipation sent shivers down your spine. behind you, the bed shifted, and the distinctive sound of elastic cracking skin rang out from behind you as steve shed his boxers, the final (and only) barrier left between the two of you.

‘you want me to lube up, baby? i’d ask you to do it with your mouth, but i think i’d bust.’ you laughed together and he grabbed your left hand, intertwining your fingers. no matter what, steve never made you doubt how much he loved you, and small moments of intimacy like this always made you wanna cry every time.

‘just a bit, babe, ‘m ready for you,’ you whined your hips back into him, ass brushing his hairy thighs, and he groaned at the trail of slick you left against his hot skin. reaching into the drawer and, for the first time, straight past the open box of johnnies, steve grabbed the half-empty bottle of lube that lived there. you could hear him squirting it into his hand, slathering it all over his thick cock, all the while muttering away almost mindlessly.

‘you’re gonna be such a good mommy, honey, s’ good for me and our baby. so full of our children, so beautiful and round for me, gonna look after you. gonna be the most gorgeous little family, sweetness.’ he reached down, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

‘baby, i really need to just fuck you full,’ he whispered, and you looked over your shoulder at him. there was an almost feral gleam in his eyes, and you swallowed thickly. he pushed two long fingers into you, whining when he found you were already soaking wet and more than ready to take him. you keened your hips back again, pleading, pretty eyelashes fluttering.

‘take me, steve.’

he was up to the base by the time you’d taken a breath, heavy balls resting at the curve of your thighs and ass, and the sensation was like nothing either of you had known before. you could feel every ridge, every vein pumping through his cock, and he felt so warm in you it could have almost been too much. steve had never felt anything so hot, so tight, so unbelievably natural in his whole life, and he had to stop still as soon as he was balls deep lest he cum in seconds. 

‘oh fuck,’ he was groaning behind you, legs trapping the bottom half of your body to the bed in an attempt to stop you squirming. ‘this is- jesus christ, this is something else, baby.’ under him, you were desperately trying not to rock your hips back into steve’s. he was so heavy and hard inside you, twitching and leaking precum already and he hadn’t even moved, hadn’t even started to fill you up.

steve’s hips pulled back slowly, leaving just the head still wrapped in you, before plunging back in and starting up a brutal pace. his hands were gripping at your pelvis and your head was buried in the pillow at the head of your bed, fingers reaching behind you to intertwine with his own against the fat of your hips. he thrust particularly hard into one spot that had your mind reeling, almost screaming his name into the pillow and pulling forward from the pleasure of it all. steve chased you, the front of his thighs almost stuck to the back of yours with sweat. by now, he was barely even pulling out, just chasing his own thrusts deep within you as he panted above you, sloppy kisses pressed into the skin at the back of your neck. skilled fingers reached around to your clit, rubbing it in that way only steve ever managed to do it, and your legs felt like jelly under you. if it wasn’t for the way he pressed right up against your hips, you’d be on your front by now, crushed under his weight into the bed.

‘’m really, really close, baby, fuck. c’mon sweetness,’ he was rambling behind you, hips working even quicker to turn you to goo under him, melted into the mattress and taking what he gave you. you could feel it building deep in your stomach, and you just needed something else, something to push you over the edge-

‘cum for me, let’s make me a daddy,’ steve was crying out and you were cumming, thighs clenching and back arching, screams buried into the pillow and teeth clenched so hard your jaw popped. steve wasn’t long behind you; the way you gushed when you came, the vice-like grip on his leaking cock? it was all too much, and for the first time, steve harrington came inside the love of his life, hot and gasping and flashes of you with a baby bump running through his mind. carefully, gently, he pulled out, cock softening against his thigh and then growing half hard again. your pussy was swollen, his cum leaking out of your hole. unthinking, steve reached up to push it back in with two fingers, rubbing your ass with the other hand when you flinched away from the stimulation.

‘sorry, baby, just gotta make sure it takes.’

you rolled onto your back, and he couldn’t help but smile at the way you rolled your eyes at him.

‘told you stevie, gonna be at least a week until i’m all fertile and shit again.’

he flopped on top of you, grinning.

‘i guess we’re gonna have to practise over,’ a kiss to your cheek.

‘and over.’ your shoulder.

‘and over.’ your nose.

‘and over again.’ finally, your lips. ‘i love you.’

[judeswhore]

keep you in my wallet - mason mount

in which you find out mason keeps a polaroid of you tucked away in his wallet

Mason's arm was wrapped loosely around your shoulders, your body tucked into his side and the steady rise and fall of his chest was slowly lulling you to sleep, the added comfort of his fingers grazing your thigh with it being thrown over his legs making your eyes droop. Your hand was settled against the side of Mason's head, fingers brushing through the soft strands of his hair and you let out a grumbled complaint when he shifted, your head dropping as he leant down towards the end of the sofa. He came back with the remote in his hand and you frowned, gaze flickering between him and the TV.

“What are you doing?”

“Putting The Chase on.” Your frown turned into a look of amusement that Mason completely missed as he settled himself back against the sofa and held his arm out for you.

“Why?” You’d never sat and watched The Chase before, usually because you were both at work at the time it was on but he’d never shown any interest in wanting to watch it before. He pouted when you didn’t snuggle into him and reached to grip your waist and pull you back in.

“Fancy it, this is boring.”

“So is The Chase.” You leant your head back against his chest, eyes focusing on the TV as you realised the show was already at least half way through.

“Come on, we’ll do a score of who gets the most answers right.” You let out a soft laugh at this, prodding Mason’s side until he squirmed and captured your finger in his hand and held it against his chest.

“Neither of us will get anything right, you didn’t go to school and I lack this sort of knowledge.” You felt him nudge his nose against the top of your head, his legs playfully trapping and squeezing one of yours between them.

“I went to school, dickhead.”

“You left prematurely.”

“I still went to school, loads of people leave then.” You just hummed and tugged your finger free so you could pat his stomach in sympathy.

“If that’s what you want to keep telling yourself, baby. If we’re doing scores I want a tenner if I win.” You tilted your head to look at him, gaze lingering on the fullness of his lips for a few seconds.

“You want a tenner just for getting a couple of answers right?” He tucked your hair behind your ear before settling his hand back on your thigh, looking completely bewildered by you trying to scam money from him.

“Yes, you’re loaded you can cough up whenever.” You watched him roll his eyes and he flicked the top of your thigh, grinning when you kicked out at him.

“Fine, but you also have to give me ten pound if I win.”

“You won’t win so that’s fine by me.” You kissed the curve of his jaw, the rough scratch of his beard tickling your skin. “May the hottest person win.”

The show was on the last question and you and Mason by some unknown miracle were neck and neck, this last answer determining who would get the ten pound and (added by Mason) who would do the dishes for the next week. You were no longer tangled in each other’s arms, you’d sat yourself up straight, your shoulder pressed tightly against his as you both tried your hardest to outsmart the other. Mason kept tickling his fingers against your side whenever he got an answer right and whooping in your ear and you were determined to beat him because you knew for a fact he’d never shut up if he won.

Mason didn’t answer the question, looking more than baffled when you shouted out that John Travolta was part of the Scientology movement and even more confused when you actually got it right. He swivelled to face you, brows drawn together and tugged on the drawstring of the hoodie you were wearing.

“How’d you know that? You definitely Googled it.” You batted his hand away with a scoff.

“How the fuck would I Google it when you were sat right there. I watched a documentary about it one time, loads of famous people are part of it.” Your lips tilted into a grin and you held your hand out, palm up. “Cough up, Mount.” He rolled his eyes but leant over to the little table by the sofa, fingers wrapping around his wallet that was sat on the pile of books that belonged to you. “We should do more bets like this, my bank account is looking very dry at the moment.”

Mason sent you a look as he settled back into his place and you fell against his side, your hands wrapping around his arm. “Feels kinda wrong to pay you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m also fucking you. It’d be like-“

“Don’t finish that sentence. It’s nothing like that if I’m winning bets, you’re so-“ It was your turn to stop mid sentence because Mason had opened his wallet and something besides the wad of cash sitting in there caught your eye. “Is that me?”

“What?” He sounded confused as he met your eyes, fingers toying with the corner of a ten pound note but then his cheeks suddenly turned a soft shade of pink as he shook his head. He pulled the note out and closed his wallet before dropping the money into your lap.

“No, Mase, what are you doing, let me see.”

“It’s nothing.” He mumbled and the note of embarrassment in his voice made your lip quirk up.

“Why are you blushing? Show me.” You raised your eyebrows when he made no effort to move and the two of you ended up being locked in a stare off for a few seconds before he let out a little sigh. The blush had crept up to his ears now as he re opened his wallet and carefully pulled out a little polaroid picture. It was curled slightly at one corner, the edge coming away but the imagine was still clear and your grin widened when you took it from him, your head dropping to his shoulder.

It was a photo he’d taken on your little polaroid camera when the two of you where in Paris, you were at a restaurant and the twinkling lights of the city acted as an incredible backdrop in Mason’s opinion. He’d snapped the photo of you, grinning with your glass of wine, smile bright, eyes shining just as much as the lights and it had instantly become his favourite photo. He’d tucked it away in his wallet straight away and it was still there almost two years later just slightly more warn out.

“You still have this?” Your voice was soft and he looked slightly flustered when he gave a little nod of his head, fingers toying with the edges of his shorts. You knew Mason had you as his lockscreen, you saw it every time you looked at his phone and you’d heard the boys teasing him about it on more than one occasion but in all this time you’d never realised he kept a photo of you in his wallet.

“Course. It’s my favourite photo, you look gorgeous.” It was your turn to blush and you couldn’t stop a stupid smile from making its way on to your lips, your gaze darting across his face as he stared down at the little picture. “It’s been in my wallet since the day I took it so I can take you with me everywhere I go.” He met your gaze and flashed you a soft smile. “When I’m away I take it out and look at it, that’s probably why it looks like it’s ready to fall apart. It makes me miss you just that little bit less.”

Your heart gave a little flutter in your chest and adoration for him and how much he loved you washed over you like a wave, your head tilting so you could kiss his cheek, nose brushing his skin. “You have no idea what you do to me. I can’t believe you’ve kept me in your wallet for this long and I didn’t know.” Mason gave a little shrug in reply.

“I don’t exactly flash it around.” He sent you a grin that had you melting instantly. “I know I show everyone my lockscreen all the time and deliberately turn my phone on when people are around so they can see it but that’s different. I change my lockscreen all the fucking time because I constantly get more beautiful photos of you and I can never decide which one I wanna use. But this,” He plucked the polaroid from your fingers and held it gently, thumb brushing over the front of it and you saw the love written so clearly on his face. “It’s just for me and it reminds me constantly of how much you mean to me and when I look at it I remember Paris.”

“Our first holiday away together.” You mumbled, watching the slow smile curve his lips, his gaze still fastened to the picture.

“You looked so fucking beautiful and so happy and you made me happy and when I took the photo I knew I wanted to keep it with me all the time so I could always remember how I felt in that moment. It’s become a bit of a lucky charm I guess, I take it to all my games and I always take it out before a match and just brush my thumb over it and it feels like you’re there telling me I’m gonna be great. Honestly I don’t know what I’d do without it.” He met your eyes again and you slid your hand across his jaw, thumb grazing over his bottom lip and you grinned when he kissed the pad of it.

“I didn’t think I could ever fall more in love with you than I already had but then you go and tell me something like that and I fall even harder.” You leant in and kissed him, mouth slanting perfectly over his as your fingers slid into his hair. Your tummy was full of butterflies and you weren’t sure if you wanted to cry over how completely in love with you Mason was, you’d never doubted his feelings you’d simply just never realised the extent of them and it made your entire body thrum with a giddy happiness.

Mason pulled back and let his gaze wander back to the photo, tucking it away in his wallet, your smiling face sitting proudly there if anyone was to actually look inside. He closed it and dropped it back down on to the mini table and when he turned back to you you were grinning playfully. “So, which of my Instagram photos did you make your lockscreen this week, Mr Mount?”

[nikethestatue]

This is totally wacky, but what if:

There is a Moriel bond, then a Moris bond, an Elucien bond AND an Elriel bond?

And everyone is confused AF and having bad reactions to each other because no one knows that you can have double bonds? But they do. Which would explain so many things, such as Mor’s reactions to both Eris and Azriel, Azriel’s reactions to both Elain and Mor, Eris’s reaction to Mor, and then there is the odd Elucien bond just hanging out in the back, looking like a confused John Travolta. 

[nofoundboy]

Slashers and Ash reacting to their s/o wanting to recreate the Pulp Fiction dance scene to seduce them

It started as a joke but I'm sleep deprived so is not a joke anymore

Jason Vorhees

- He is...not a good dancer

- Stiff as a rock but will do it because it's you

- He can move his hands with a sprinkle of rythym but he just can't move his legs for save his life...un-life?

- You are dancing for him anyway

- He likes the song tho

- But HE LOVES your gaze over him. You look at him the way the characters do, flirty and proud of making him nervous

- "You're not moving, big boy" *wink*

- He is a blusing mess and very willing to do anything you want if ya' catch my drift

Chop Top Sawyer

- YESPLZ

- He loves music, he loves dancing, he loves you, what's not to like?

- Thanks to his wig, he'll claim the role of Mia inmediatly

- He starts goofing around, just vibing until he sees your eyes

- Ooooh, he gets it now

- He's smiling like an idiot and super handsy

- If you scold him because the dance doesn't require hands, he will just shrug

- "Without hands, Bobby" you wiggle your eyebrows and he gets it

- You are not talking about the dance anymore

Brahms Heelshire

- What is that, Y/N?

- He's super bratty at first. Mostly because he is a pompous ass

- He was listening the classics, "The real music", so please, let's back to it

- Oh, dance? With you? Close?

- He'll do everything for touch you so now he's okay with the music

- He is very stiff and he'll fake his progress for you to help him with your hands

- "Do I have to move your body myself?" You say with fake annoyance

- Like...yes please? He is only dancing with you to getting that

- THAT STARE. Yeah, he will be a good boy at the end of the song

- it worked so now onto the seggs Y/N!

Lester Sinclair

- "Yeah, whatever ya' want hun"

- He loves being with you, spending time together in any form you want

- Not a graceful dancer but he is very happy and it shows in his movements

- Welp, he knows those eyes

- You are staring at him like he's a prey or something so he will cut the distance between you

- "Oh, eager, aren't you?"

- He is intimidated and horny so he's just waiting for you to end the dance and start the real show

Tiffany Valentine

- She taught you this. Dance as a way to seduce so she is not surprised at all

- "Mrs. Mia Wallace" she almost moans

- Fuck

- She gets to business quickly, dancing sexier and staring at you

- That was not the plan. You were supposed to make her blush, not the other way around

- Now you can see part of her bra, what about here blouse? Where is it?

- Now you feel more like the gif of the confused Travolta

- You keep dancing, the song is near to its end and Tiffany is laughing her ass of at your ruined seduction plan and arousal

Ash Williams

- Bet your ass he knows the entire scene

- Have you seen this man dancing? He has style and he knows it

- Whatever the role, Mia or Vince, he nails the movements and the exact same expressions

- "Cocky bastard" you mutter under your breath, biting your lower lip

- He just winks. He knows your intentions at this point

- You are giving him bedroom eyes and he's giving you bedroom eyes so

- The thing is, who will fall first?

- You do

[coll2mitts]

#77 Grease (1978)

Slick your hair back and grab your team jacket, we’re hand-jiving our way through Grease, a movie about bunch of hot, self-motivated ladies with their whole futures ahead of them settling for a bunch of schmucks.

Grease is a strange experience to relive as an adult, because it was (as I suspect with a lot of people) ever-present in my childhood, and I didn’t understand the great majority of references then.  This movie was intended as an 8th birthday present from my mother; I came home from school one day and the VHS was sitting on our kitchen countertop unwrapped.  I didn’t recognize it, so when I asked my mom what it was, she feigned confusion for about 10 seconds before she gave up and said, “I bought it for your birthday, I guess you get it early now.”  She promised me I’d like it when I popped it into the VHS player, and she wasn’t wrong.  I hadn’t watched this movie in over a decade and I still could recite the majority of the dialogue.

While this movie is a toned down significantly from the stage show, it is still fairly raunchy in parts.  What is kind of hilarious to me is Grease’s gradual shift in categorization over time as a “kids musical”.  In 5th grade, my sister played Sandy in her elementary school’s production of it.  I asked if she remembered any of the lines they changed to keep things “appropriate” (the Kidz Bopification, if you will) and she responded, “No, I just thought it was weird I had to go out and buy a sexy outfit.”  Conversely, my 5th grade play was about the history of America and I dressed up like Martha Washington.  I’ll never forget the 50 Nifty United States from 13 original colonies... SHOUT ‘em, SCOUT ‘em, TELL all about 'em, ONE BY ONE till we’ve given a day to every state in the U-S-A.  AL-A-bama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, CON-NE-TI-CUT...

Anyway, do I think it’s weird that a movie about a bunch of horny teenagers has become Baby’s First Adult Musical?  Sorta.  Not really.  I mean, the dudes act like children for the majority of this, so I’m not surprised, at least.  It had, for sure, turned me off from wanting to date high school dudes when I was in high school.  The high school girls, however... we’ll get there.

It’s the first day of school, and the oldest high school seniors I’ve ever seen are poised to take on their last year at Rydell High.  The “T” Birds and their very uncool matching jackets are reunited after a summer apart and their super-senior leader Kenickie, played by the late Jeff Conaway, regales the tale of lugging boxes to earn money for a sweet ride, which you could feasibly do back in the 1950s.  Danny, played by John Travolta, spent his summer getting action at the beach, which he eloquently describes as “flippin’”.  

Frenchy and her new neighbor Sandy rendezvous with the Pink Ladies, who have very cool matching jackets and the unabashed confidence to go with them.  Stockard Channing, who plays Rizzo, is turned off by Sandy’s pure, seemingly holier-than-thou persona, and is dismayed when Sandy starts to describe her sickly sweet summer romance.  Her interest is only piqued when Sandy mentions her hunky date was notorious playboy and Rizzo’s ex, Danny Zuko.  

Sidenote: When I was a child, I thought Sonny asked if her “jugs were bigger than her nets”.  I asked my mother what “nets” were, since I surmised that jugs meant breasts, and she didn’t know, which I thought was weird.  It wasn’t until THIS MOMENT that I realized he was asking if her jugs were bigger than Annette’s.  Who the fuck is Annette?  Like the Mickey Mouseketeer Annette?!  Rizzo sings about her later and I’m just like.. this revelation has lead to more questions than answers.

Rizzo hatches a plan to call Danny out on his shit and reunite Sandy with Danny at the school pep rally, as they know her boyfriend is an asshat.  He predictably reacts maturely; Not wanting to admit his previous story of getting fresh with some cute Australian girl down in the sand was somewhat hyperbolic, he plays it off like he doesn’t give a shit about her, reducing Sandy to tears.  Frenchy comforts Sandy like the supportive queen that she is and invites her to join the Pink Ladies at a sleepover.

Honestly, a Pink Ladies sleepover looks lit as fuck.  As a kid (and now, tbh) I was Jan, I wanted to be Marty, I wanted to fuck Rizzo, and I wanted Frenchy as my best friend.  I would totally be down to drink champagne, eat Twinkies and mutilate our body parts with needles.  Sandy is a bit of a late bloomer and reacts to these series of events by puking.  Rizzo decides to be a bit of a slag and make fun of Sandy for being an inexperienced virgin before shimming down a drainpipe to get laid by some jerk with a shitty car and a 6-year-old condom.

Sandy, whose night has done nothing to alleviate her heartbreak, sings a song about being in love with a coward.  Part of the deal Oliva Newton-John signed to be cast in this movie specified she have her own solo number, so “Hopelessly Devoted” was written and filmed after the rest of the movie had been completed.  This feel pretty obvious, since it gives off a very strong 1970s pop Best Original Song vibe.  When I was a kid, I used this song as a break to use the bathroom or grab a snack, but as an adult I find myself humming it every so often.

Speaking of contract-obligated solos, we’re treated to a Travolta-led “Greased Lightning”, which I always thought was weird, cause like, who is going to sing a song about their friend getting tit in their sweet car?  Jeff Conaway played Danny on Broadway, he deserved better...  Also, I’m CONVINCED this song got the Pop-Up Video treatment, but couldn’t find it online anywhere.  Otherwise, how the hell else would the fact that they thought John Travolta putting the saran wrap on his crotch was too racy live rent free in my head for like 20 years?

After encountering Sandy on a date with a jock, Danny decides he’s going to join a sports team to prove to her he can be a motivated team player.  Instead, he just physically assaults several members of his school, but it’s fine because he’s wearing a uniform when he does it.  This is enough to impress Sandy, as she accepts Danny’s invitation to the school dance.

The other gang members are going through their own drama, as Rizzo is sick of giving it up to Kenickie without receiving a modicum of respect.  

“A hickey from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card.  When you care enough to send the very best.”

Danny regresses and continues to act like a shithead to Sandy in front of her friends.

“I don’t like tea.” “You don’t have to drink tea!” “Well, I don’t like parents.”

Jan and Putzie begin an innocent and adorable romance, which proves it’s possible to start off a relationship with mutual respect, even if your friends make fun of you for it.

“I also think there’s more to you than just fat.” “...Thanks.”

I love this scene, there’s so many good lines.

Frenchy, who had dropped out of Rydell to pursue a career in cosmetology, is also in crisis as her stint in beauty school went very poorly.  After hours, she somehow hallucinates Frankie Avalon advising her to get her high school degree.

As a child, I was so proud of myself when I realized all these women played other roles in the movie, as if facial recognition was an important skill.

The day of the big dance finally arrives, as National Bandstand comes to Rydell High with roofie-wielding predator and television host Vince Fontaine.  Rizzo arrives with the leader of the rival gang, while Kenickie has his best girl, Cha Cha, as his date, because they are both very well-adjusted teenagers that know how to work through conflict by communicating and not using desperate attempts to make each other jealous.  Danny and Sandy are cutting up a rug until Sonny attempts to physically assault Sandy, and Danny just lets it happen because another one of his exes, Cha Cha, starts to dance with him while Sandy is rebuffing Sonny’s advances.  Cha Cha and Danny subsequently win the contest.  Honestly, this is so fucked up, I would have dropped Danny after this lapse of good judgement.

But no, Sandy still allows him to take her on a date to the drive-in, and it’s not until he elbows her in the boob and then tries to cop a feel in front of everybody that she finally blows him off.  Then he has the absolute gall to act emo about it because he’s afraid people will think he’s a loser.  Jesus Christ.

Kenickie is also hurting, as he discovers that Rizzo is pregnant and she doesn’t want anything to do with him, regardless of what being an unwed mother will do to her reputation.  He decides to process these emotions by racing Greased Lighting for pink slips, as he likes to live his life a quarter mile at a time.  Unfortunately, Danny steals Kenickie’s thunder (road) yet again, as he’s forced to take his place in the race because of a car door-related closed head injury.  Sandy is impressed by Danny’s driving skillz and decides to sex herself up for an unreliable and emotionally manipulative teenager.  Danny has a similar inclination and decides to put on a nice sweater to win Sandy back, which is something, I guess.  They declare they’re the one each other needs, oh yes indeed.

The school year ends, and all the boys end up paired with the girls.  Rizzo finds out she’s not pregnant and reunites with Kenickie?!  Marty ends up with Sonny even though he’s a handsy creep.  Danny and Sandy are just an mess with incompatible expectations of each other.  But at least Jan and Putzie and Frenchy and Doodie are fairly inoffensive.  The end.

This movie is great, even all these years later.  The entire cast is fantastic, even those with smaller bit parts.  I was *living* for the school staff, Principal McGee and Coach Calhoun especially.  Grease also jump started my lifelong love for Stockard Channing.  She’s great in The West Wing, but her part as Sister Husband in Where the Heart Is may be my favorite performance of hers.  I’ve watched that movie so many times I can’t even call it a guilty pleasure, I love it so much.

Olivia Newton-John wasn’t even sure she wanted to be in this movie and requested a screen test so she could see if she was good at acting.  John Travolta was enamored with her and helped convince Olivia she was perfect for the part, and he wasn’t wrong.  She gives such a strong performance as Sandy; I bought her transformation from clean-cut cinnamon roll to sexpot completely.  John Travolta was also unbelievably charming as Danny, and I found myself giggling at his line deliveries constantly.

The songs are also unbelievably catchy (albeit somewhat annoying after you’ve heard them 700 times).  Barry Gibb, my favorite Pras-adjacent composer, wrote the theme for the movie and it just bops so hard.  As a well-documented detractor of Doo Wop music, there’s not a whole lot else here for me, but that’s not going to blind me to the excellence of this soundtrack.  There is a reason this movie is revered as much as it is.  10/10, fun for the whole family, as long as the kids don’t understand the references.