but i really needed an excuse to gif his face in this video

Well I decided to help myself feel slightly better and write some papa franku headcanons.
Enjoy some trash 😎


Filthyfrank (Joji Miller) headcannons:

-He seems a little loose in the noggin in videos, but in reality he’s pretty chill and relaxed but with a splash of filthy.

-He’d probably teach you some cute Japanese phrases.

-But in reality they’re super inappropriate and probably will get you in a shit ton of trouble.

-(Like saying the word *ochinchin, and him telling you that it means you look lovely or some shit.)

-Getting frustrated with his lewd words he teaches you and ending up using them on him.

-(If they’re dirty enough it low key ends with sex)

-10/10 had a fight with him in the minimal Japanese you knew which was funny because you can’t even form full on sentences.

-If you are fluent in Japanese you both have a foreign language fight to the death until one or the other gives up.

-You guys have some pretty funny inside jokes with each other that confuses the shit out of everyone else that doesn’t know about it.

-Poor Ian and max are incredibly confused because you never tell them any of your jokes.

-The jokes being something stupid like you telling an elderly woman about your *ochinchin without knowing the meaning, and him finally telling you what it means.

-You freak out because of how embarrassed you feel.

-Apologizing profusely to the woman.

*since we’re this far and you’re probably confused on what the word means, it’s the child word for penis.
You’re welcome.

-You’re definitely a background character in his videos. Finally getting comfortable enough to want to be a main character.

-Joji gets super excited over this.

-You’re probably filthys girlfriend in most of his skits.

-Since you’ve been in so many of his videos, he decides to ask you to move in.

-His excuse is that it’ll be more convenient for videos, which you can clearly see through his lie.

-10/10 say yes.

-He’s totally geeking on the inside, but trying to stay super calm on the outside.

-He probably breaks his stoic façade and freaks out in front of you with that cute smile of his.

-You’re now a main face in most of his videos.

-The fans are excited to see a new face, and not knowing you two are dating yet.

-Bloopers, so many bloopers of you two breaking character.

-Joji finding those times absolutely adorable.

-Finally getting comfortable enough to have a reveal video about your relationship status.

-Actually being surprised about how happy most of the fans are for you guys.

-Non supporters get shut down by the supporters.

-When you’re settled at home, and hanging around, he’s super relaxed, it’s almost like a completely different person walked through the door.

-But that doesn’t mean he’s always calm.

-You guys, like every other couple, have their ups and downs.

-Sometimes Joji is in a shitty mood but doesn’t mean to take it out on you.
(you do it too)

-This leads to backlash and starting a short but heated fight, ending with you in either tears or an extremely red and angry face.

-But most likely tears, because he turns into a complete dick and says things that shouldn’t have been said, but so do you.

-You’re both hurting, so this means you both take time to yourselves.

-Relocating to different sides of the house, sometimes even completely leaving, walking the streets or taking a drive for a few hours.

-When you finally calm yourselves, it’s an awkward but meaningful apology, but will take a day or two for it to fall into place again.

-10/10 Joji gives the best “I’m sorry hugs”.

-Wtf am I saying, he gives the best everything hugs because they feel like home, they make you feel comfortable, safe and they’re warm.

-Speaking of warm, he’s a literal heater. Fuck blankets, just cuddle with him, I’m pretty sure you’d warm up in an instant.

-You both have poor circulation, meaning your feet are probably cold af.

-Can we say, warm fuzzy socks?

-Can we say, steal all of our boyfriends sweaters?

-He’s missing 95% of all his sweaters by now, low key doesn’t care because he likes seeing you wear them but puts the “it’s super inconvenient” façade.

-Has a folder in his phone dedicated to pictures of you and him. But most of them are you.

-His background is a picture of you, or a meme you and him laugh at a lot.

-If it’s a background of the two of you he most likely got heckled by Ian,Max or Chad(maybe all three) about the picture and that’s why he’s changed it to the meme.

-Low key whipped for you, especially when you’re sick.

-Like the one time you had a cold and you said it was fine for him to go out with friends because you could take care of yourself. You called him like an hour later saying you needed cold medicine, he left his friends to grab you some and bring it to you.

-They’ve never let this down, now there’s a running joke along his friends about how whipped he is for you.

-Tbh you guys have broken up once or twice.

-Every time it’s happened, he’d always drunk call you about how much he missed you or how depressed he was alone, without you or how quiet the apartment was without you there.

-You’ve been together since, because you were low key feeling the same, and it was hard for either of you to be away from each other for so long.

-It’s a really healthy and stable relationship.

Tyler Posey lifted a cheek from the hot cement basketball court next to all his best guy friends. In typical Posey style the guys winced as they braced for another Posey fart. The fart shot out in three beats, airy and muffled. “pffffsshhp, pphhrrmmpph, phrmpph!” The heat from the cement heightened the smell and his friends pulled their shirts over their noses. “Damn Pose! Another one?!?!” Greg was used to this behavior. Tyler was a 5 year old when it came to gas humor, and it seemed you couldn’t hang out with him without getting at least one fart from him. John took his shirt down and sniffed the air “Ugh! It’s still bad!” Tyler Hoechlin knew his friend’s fart was gonna linger, and sat with his shirt over his face, rolling his eyes at Posey. Posey began to waft the rest of his gas to all three of his friends.
Tyler Posey didn’t do this to be mean, or teasing. Tyler in fact wanted his friends to retaliate. and one day he knew they would. Posey had a fart fetish. When he was younger, he would fart on his pillows before bedtime and take deep whiffs. That got him searching for fart stuff online which led him to some fetish websites. Overtime he learned how to masturbate and from then on he got off on the intense imaginary smells of gas from hot guys in photos or even real farts on Youtube.
Tyler sat in class with Greg & John as a new kid walked into the room. Dylan just transferred from a tech school into a University and was sort of a dweeb, so Tyler thought. Dylan took the lone empty seat next to Tyler and waited for class to begin. Posey took this empty moment to rip a fart in the class full of guys, bring chuckles and moans throughout the class. Dylan looked at Tyler with eyes of fear and shock. Tyler smiled at the dweeb and leaned back in his seat to relax. Class began. The teacher was young, just a year or two older than the average senior. So when talking about solids, liquids, and gases, the guys in the class all had some good chuckles about the gas substance. “Posey’s got a lotta gas teach!” Tyler laughed and looked over to Dylan who stared shyly at the man. Tyler gave him a smile… fuck he was kind of weird…
That afternoon Posey walked to Hoechlin’s dorm to chill and play some video games. “Hey Ty, have you met Dylan? He’s my new dorm neighbor!” Posey gave the same look of awkward shock Dylan gave him at school. “How many more times am I gonna have to see this kid?” Dylan smiled and acknowledged that they had met. As the games progressed Hoechlin left the room to use the bathroom. Posey sat with Dylan in awkward silence until Dylan tried to spark a conversation. “So… what do you do for fun?” Tyler continued staring at the game and ignored Dylan as a person in the room until he responded with “huh… this…” Dylan stared at the video game Posey had his eyes glued on. Posey sat with a stare and with a hint of remorse tried to spark up some conversation with the weird newbie in return. “So… huh… what’s your last name?” Tyler asked. “O'Brien, you gonna add me to Facebook? I have one!” Dylan lit up. “What? No! Just trying to be nice and talk…” Tyler went back to his game. Then out of thin air Dylan shot back with something that sent chills down Tyler’s spine. “That was some fart in class today…” Dylan smiled at his comment and Tyler’s eyes lit up in shock. His eyes moved from side to side as Dylan stumbled upon the one thing Tyler really wanted to talk about. “It was okay… I… guess…” Tyler tried focusing on his game when the other Tyler reentered the room. You could cut the tension with a knife. Posey was silent. O'Brien smiled and watched the now failing Tyler continue at his video game.
Tyler sat in chemistry class groggy and miserable. He didn’t sleep a wink and mostly because he sat in bed thinking about Dylan and the way his eyes lit up in awe when he brought up Tyler’s fart yesterday. Did he like them too? He couldn’t! Some straight laced guy with a happy go lucky grin couldn’t possibly like something so foul. Greg and John entered the room and sat near Tyler. “Dude! You look like shit” Greg laughed at his own comment and John spoke up. “You and Hoechlin must have gotten wasted last night?” Posey made some underhanded comment about how Hoechlin’s new buddy Dylan doesn’t drink and the guys cracked up. “He just sat around and talked, no booze, no girls, no fun, worst free time of my life!” “Dude! You should just fart on him today, aim em’ all at him. Be merciless!” John’s idea sparked a smile within Tyler. Dylan was gonna get served. As Dylan walked into class he looked well rested and pulled his water bottle out of his backpack… “he must still use the same one from high school. What a loser, just carry the one book, you just have one class today dumb ass!” Tyler thought. At that moment Tyler tapped Greg on the shoulder and Greg turned around as Tyler shifted his eyes towards Dylan, still facing Greg. Tyler lifted his rump slightly from his chair and a small squeaker of a fart blasted from his seat. Dylan looked shocked and stared at the two guys and laughed. Greg laughed back… primarily at Dylan rather than with him, and turned around to prepare for the lesson. Dylan looked a Tyler to comment “Yesterday’s was better…” Tyler said nothing and prepared for the lesson. His butt lifted from the seat again and a faint hiss left his shorts. A faint whiff of ass hit his nose and Dylan’s. That’s when the strange part occurred. It was 15 minutes into class and the four guys in the back were hit by a stronger smell. Rotten eggs, foul skunk, and sweaty ripe ass filled the air as Greg and John began to choke. “Teacher! I think Posey needs to be excused!!!” John sounded worried. The professor made no reaction, these guys break wind in class everyday, it was just another day for them. Posey made no comment but to laugh and claim the attack with a grin. John and Greg turned back around to the lesson when Tyler looked at Dylan… Dylan winked an eye at the once champion farter and smiled. Knowing he just bested the champion. Tyler lifted a leg and ripped  a rather audible blast at Dylan and the class erupted in anger at the 20 year old stud. Dylan secretly lifted a cheek and although silent, the smell was unbearably worse. Tyler blushed red as John and Greg turned around to egg Tyler on. “Dude, we said be merciless, but this is too much! Give the poor guy a break and take some beano” John was in near tears. Greg was on the verge of dry heaving. “Dylan, buddy! You’re not even flinching! You’re a beast to put up with this!” Greg was impressed by Dylan’s composure. What John and Greg didn’t know was that Dylan had just let loose another series of gas attacks into the room. Tyler let out a bigger fart, which, accidentally timed made it seem like the smell came from his loud blast rather than Dylan’s SBD. Within 40 more minutes of class the guys were now all well equipped to handle a chemical war.
Class was over and the guys walked out. John and Greg were applauding their newfound hero Dylan for taking Posey’s gas like a champ. Neither guy knew that the smell was Dylan’s brew. Posey sat back and watched as the weird kid got high fives and back pats for his stamina. “We’re now a group of five bros man, you’re in!” John said as Dylan got bright eyed. He just wanted to fit in. Posey felt even sicker… what if Dylan wanted to fart more?
The party was a huge hit. Posey and the gang threw a huge bash at his dorm. There was beer, chips, salsa, bean dip, and more “Everclear” than you’d know what to do with. “Do we really have to invite him? I still think he’s a dweeb!” Tyler asked John. “Dude! You’re just upset that you can’t throw him off with your stink. That guy is more of a man than you! haha!” Tyler focused on that conversation between him and John for the duration of the party as Dylan sat right next to Posey with some bean dip and broccoli. “Hey Tyler!” Dylan tried to be nice. Tyler sipped his beer and scoldingly told Dylan “How come you don’t drink?” Dylan looked at him sheepishly; “I’ll drink, if you’ll be nice to me.” Tyler obliged and Dylan took a swig of Everclear with his juice. Tyler laughed at Dylan’s facial expressions each shot and asked him to try it again. 5 shots later Dylan said “This doesn’t have a taste? *hiccup*” Tyler took a shot himself and wrapped his arm around Dylan. “Come here kid, I’ll show you some beer…” Tyler brought out a Guinness for them both. “This is only for special occasions, that cheap PBR is nothing…” Dylan LOVED it! And drank happily with Tyler the rest of the night. They laughed and got to know each other better. Tyler even calling Dylan “cool” in his book. Dylan smiled… but began to look sick from the alcohol. Greg was scoring big with the ladies as Hoechlin and John left with no one. “Man, Dylan’s pretty fucked up tonight. What did you do Pose?” Tyler Hoechlin looked worried. “He’s fine, he can crash here tonight. I don’t want his dorm leader finding him drunk when you take him home.” The guys left for the night and Posey and O'Brien stayed. Tyler wrapped him in a blanket on the couch and headed to his bed to go to sleep.
Tyler laid awake in his bed to thoughts of men from his porn library ripping ass in his dorm room. As he stroked his cock he imagined the smells and sounds they produced just for him. He threw one of them on the bed in his imagination and began to eat his ass out. He imagined the smooth run fleshy ass against his tongue ripping fart after fart and soon he was furiously stroking his meat in an intense sweat that was absorbed by the bed. The man in his dreams ripped a fart that went on for ages, his cum shot out onto the sheets and the guy’s face became more prevalent in his mind… it was Dylan! Posey gasped for air and rose up from his bed panting in fear. “What the fuck was that?!?” Tyler thought. He got up and walked back into his livingroom. Dylan was curled up on the couch and sleeping like a baby. “Fucking dweeb” Tyler mumbled under his breath. He got a glass of water from the kitchen and began to head back to bed, but something came over him. He walked over to Dylan on the couch… “Don’t do it” Tyler tried stopping himself. He took a sniff of the air, a loud sniff. Nothing. He would regret this next move… he moved in closer. Posey got within inches of Dylan’s ass and although it was snuggly fit under the covers the smell was amazing. The dweeb had an ass odor, and Tyler was getting hooked. Posey went to bed in shame of his secret sniffing adventure. But his mind raced with the thoughts of Dylan’s gas in the classroom that afternoon. Could he be… falling for the dweeb?
Tyler’s dreams were tame, except for one. Dylan was snuggled in bed with him and he was dutch opening him as a prank. He woke up and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. Dylan was up and at it. “What? No hangover?!?!” Tyler pointed out. “That? Oh, last night was nothing. I drank twice as much at home…” Dylan was acting rather alpha male this morning; Tyler was confused. Dylan was a ringer. Go onto a campus, be the nice kid, get all the teachers’ good graces, impress all the popular folk, then control the crowd. Tyler was impressed and the two sat down for breakfast. It was Saturday and the whole day was open. Dylan had no homework. Tyler just had a small report. Talk of the weather and classes grew old between the two and Posey tried coming up with other conversations. Dylan had other ideas. “Man, I bet I had some GAS last night.” Dylan winked at Tyler and Tyler felt uncomfortable again as Dylan aimed a fart into Tyler’s direction. The smell wafted to Tyler who winced and coughed on the smell. Tyler had to retaliate and ripped one of his own. It stunk, but Dylan’s was stronger. Just like the classroom experience Dylan was besting the gassy fetishist. “So you can retaliate?” Dylan ripped a longer blast. The smell intensified and Tyler’s dick grew in his shorts. “I thought I’d freshen the room a bit with my brew.” Dylan smiled and then smoldered his stare at Tyler… was he flirting? Tyler turned red and tried to get up and do his book report. “Have you read your book yet?” Dylan asked. Tyler played it off and said yes, but Dylan’s next quote sent chills down his spine. “Was your book against my ass last night? Because you had your nose there for part of the night. Did it smell good?” Dylan was going in for the kill. Tyler was sweating and told Dylan to get out. The fear was all over his face. “Get out? I think I have something you want Posey Wosey…” Dylan sat on Tyler’s lap and Tyler tried bucking him off. The fart was loud. It was warm… not just warm, it burned! Fuck it burned! Tyler winced from the smell, but it was the most magical moment of heaven he ever experienced! Dylan wrapped his arm around Tyler’s shoulder and Tyler wrapped his around Dylan’s back. Dylan let out another fart after lifting a cheek and aiming it at Tyler’s stomach. “I see you’ve stopped competing… is someone out of gas?” Dylan cooed at Tyler. “You’re the king.” Tyler moaned over and over. “The king?!?” Dylan smiled. “Well, that’s pretty impressive. Am I more kingly than that farter you have saved on your computer?” Tyler was taken aback by Dylan’s remark… Dylan looked at his Internet history last night! But it didn’t matter… In fact it felt safer… Dylan was doing this willingly… “Yes Dilly! OH YES!!! FUCK MORE!!!” Dylan smacked Tyler in the back of the head and ripped an angry fart in his lap… “But you told me to get out… so I guess this is goodbye…” Dylan sat up and walked out the door farting almost each step of the way. Tyler’s legs had lost circulation but that didn’t stop him from crawling to the door in hopes of getting Dylan back. Tyler laid in a fetal position alone in his apartment dorm breathing in the smells of Dylan’s crop-dust. He was so sexually frustrated he was in tears. What if Dylan told the guys? What if he told the school?
Class on Monday had Posey freaking out. He sat at his typical desk when Dylan walked in… he sat right in front of Tyler. John and Greg noticed this and took seats next to Dylan instead of you. “Man, I see Dylan is learning from Friday’s mistakes. Can’t sit next to the gas bomb for too long!” John chuckled at Tyler’s expense and Tyler stared at Greg… pointing to the empty seat next to him. “Man Posey, I don’t think anyone is gonna sit their after you nuked it last week!” Posey tried to laugh it off… deep down he was hurt, lonely, and feeling left out. His new view was kind of worth it though… Dylan’s round butt spread right in front of his view. Dylan pulled his jeans down and Tyler sprung a boner when he noticed… he wasn’t wearing any underwear in class. His jacket covered his front view. To the teacher and the rest of the class it looked like Dylan was fully clothed. The smell hit Tyler like a ton of bricks. He focused more on Dylan’s ass, the hole opened up and the smell magnified. Every minute Tyler was hit by a wave of stink from Dylan’s butt in class. Tyler had a show of Dylan’s ass right in front of him. As class ended Posey’s notes were blank. Dylan pulled up his jeans and got out of his seat. Greg and John walked out with him with Posey trailing behind.
“Yo Dylan! We still on for tomorrow?” Greg asked. “Yeah, see you then! I’m bring Hoechlin!” Dylan smiled as Tyler spoke up, “Wait? What’s going on?” Posey looked confused. “Oh, we’re hanging out Tuesday… you can come right Dylan?” Greg looked at Dylan as though Dylan was in charge of the group. “Yeah, come on!” John and Greg headed to their next class as Dylan was pushed against a wall by Tyler. “What the fuck was that!?” Tyler was furious with the mind games. “Chill buddy, you getting’ jealous of me taking over? Afraid of my power?” Dylan bit his lip and chuckled at Tyler’s grip as it lightened. Dylan smiled and ripped a fart and laughed harder. Tyler asked Dylan to hang out after his classes, his voice cracked from the question. “Well, what would we do together?” Dylan smiled more, it was a shit eating grin that made Tyler feel two inches small. “Well… we could… study…” Tyler sulked. “Oh, because you didn’t record any notes today and need mine?” Dylan laughed and tickled Posey’s nipple. Posey flinched and responded. “We… we… can do the thing…” “Oh! The thing… yeah… well, I knew I’d hook you soon. Tell you what, I’ll give you my notes, but at a price…” Dylan looked powerful. Tyler was scared. “All the notes you can ever need… but you’ll be my personal fart sniffer… for life.” Dylan massaged Tyler’s shoulder after the proposal. Tyler struggled to speak as Dylan’s other hand moved down to Tyler’s member… “I think your little friend has chosen for you”.
Dylan walked right into Tyler’s apartment. “Man, you still got any of that bean dip?” I’m hungry. Tyler pulled the dip from the fridge with some broccoli and handed it to Dylan. Dylan had wrapped a blanket around his body and pointed to a hole. “In.” Dylan commanded. Tyler stuck his head into the covers right against Dylan’s ass. He was wrapped tight against Dylan’s hole. The first sniff was incredible. Dylan’s ass smelled just like the gas Tyler was subjected to in class. That’s when the first fart hit. Tyler’s nose burned as he carefully sniffed Dylan’s ass and stroked his cock. Tyler woke up with his face trapped in a bed sheet. Dylan was gone. It was 3am. He read a note on his bedroom door: “You couldn’t even last 5 minutes down there. You’re pathetic. If you don’t do better next time I’m gonna twist your nuts until they pop off. Love you sweetie! -Dilly” Posey was scared, but his hard on still grew. He threw himself on his bed, face to pillow, when a foul smell hit him… Dylan farted on his pillows before leaving… he sniffed until he passed out drunk on Dylan’s gas.
Tuesday night Posey was dressed to the nine’s. The guys went to a club and were sitting at a booth. Dylan was leading the conversation and John, Greg and Hoechlin were eating it up. Greg drew everyone’s attention to a girl. Dylan glared at Tyler and pointed to the restroom with a wink. “He wants me to do this now?!?” Tyler thought. The two guys passed the bathroom and Dylan led them to an area behind the building. Dylan guided Tyler so that his back was against a brick wall, and with no words Dylan began to fart onto Posey’s thigh. Tyler was mesmerized by the showing. Dylan was blowing out gas like a champ. Most were inaudible, but the breeze, and the foul smell was a dead giveaway. For 5 minutes Dylan let rip constant streams of gas, but at minute 6 Posey tried bucking him off. “Dude! That’s enough, you’re proving your point you’re a fucking GOD! Now get off me!” Posey felt a little nauseous from the performance. “No Pose! I got GAS! I need you to sniff it. Come to think of it, my shorts are probably filtering the stink. It may travel back to the other guys.” Tyler was listening to Dylan speak and he felt lightheaded with excitement and fear. “Can you pull my shorts down… with your teeth?” Dylan gave Tyler the sweetest puppy dog eyes he could muster. Tyler dropped to his knees and praised the bubblebutt before his eyes. Dylan backed his ass up into Tyler’s mouth as Tyler opened wide and bit down on the back elastic of Dylan’s shorts. As Tyler pulled down on the shorts his nose rubbed against Dylan’s open crack. Tyler could smell the scent of trapped gas between the cheeks flood his senses. A quick sharp toot filled the air and Tyler’s oxygen was tainted further with the gas of his new fart king. “Air my shorts out and keep your face in my ass. I got a lot more” Dylan was talking as though this was the most normal behavior in the world. Tyler began to moan. How did Dylan never run out of gas!?!? “You’re doing a lot better than Monday night. Just don’t pass out” On the word pass out Dylan let out a fart that could singe nose hairs of anyone in the parking lot on the other side of the building. Tyler tried to escape but his head was trapped against the brick wall. He was in Dylan’s fart trap. “We better go back… I still have a lot of gas but you’ll just have to claim whatever I have to release in the bar.” Tyler stared at Dylan. He was embarrassed to fart. Dylan was embarrassed about farting in front of the other guys. But around him he was a gas bomb. If that didn’t say love, what did?
A few months later the guys were hanging out at John and Greg’s house. Dylan was sitting on a bean bag and munching on some taco bell when a fart erupted from his ass. This fart scared the living daylights out of the guys and they stared at Dylan. Dylan was about to cry when Posey spoke up. “Sorry guys, hahahaha! That was me.” John looked back at Dylan on the other side of the room. “Uhh… bro… that noise came from Dylan!” The smell hit the guys with force. “UGH! Wait y'all, ever since Dylan came into the picture, Tyler’s farts have stunk SO much worse!” Hoechlin looked confused. “Guys! Seriously, I can throw my farts! See?” Tyler leaned and motioned to Dylan to rip a fart from his seat. Dylan let out another loud monster and looked scared and cried “STOP!” They guys busted out laughing as Tyler waved a hand behind his ass to waft the magnify smell from his ass. Dylan lived to see another embarrassment free night. Posey was sure to be rewarded for that save tonight… when the taco bell finally reached Dylan’s gut. Dylan was sure to make Posey suffocate and cum his dick off that night.

Anon asked: Can u please make an imagine about Dj Rupp where you get mad at him for his new music video because there is a part where 2 girls are touching him inappropriately and he makes it up for you? Please ? 😁❤️

“Y/N, your gonna wanna check out your man’s new video” my bestfriend Maggie shouted from the kitchen, “it dropped today?” I whipped out my phone, “yeah and I don’t think your gonna be too happy.” She walked into the room with a sincere look on her face, i furrowed my brows. “Your kinda freaking me out, but okay?” I searched up Dillon’s name and the video popped up. I sat there and watched it, Maggie was completely correct. I wasn’t pleased at all. Would you be pleased if you saw your boyfriend of 2 and a half years touching females and letting them touch and kiss up on him? No. I threw my phone, “y/n… Chill” Maggie came to me, “why does he not ask me shit before he does it” I cried out. This was the 3rd time he’s done something like this and every time before he disregarded my feelings and I’ve had it. I’m a woman not an object and I’m not about to be disrespected. I sat there thinking as Maggie tried relaxing me, “he’s got one coming when he steps in that door.” I got up and sat on the kitchens island in plain view of the door.

An hour later Dillon pulled up along skate and Derek and entered the house. “Hey bab–” he stood there, he knew I was mad. “What’s up?” He questioned, Derek and Nate looked at me and knew Dillon was in for it. “You know wassup.” I rolled my eyes, “are we finna do this shit again.?” He rolls his eyes, I took a deep breath in and hit my fist on my leg. “I’m so sick of this man” I laughed out, he stood quiet. “I’m sick of the miscommunication, the fucking secrets, the disrespect and the lack of appreciation Dillon” “what the fuck are you talking about” he scoffed. “Don’t act stupid dillon, you never tell me shit no more, you kept the whole video concept away from me, you kissed some females and let them touch you and shit, you’ve done this 2 other times and when I tried fucking talking to you legit laughed in my face and said you wouldn’t do it again, stupidly I fucking stayed because I’m in love with you. I try and chill with you and have our random date nights and you never have time for me but got time to go with your boys?” My brows scrunched up as I gestured over to Derek and Nate. “I get it, I’m no longer your priority and that’s cool, I can get any one I fucking want but I only want you but I’m so done to be honest” I hopped off the counter, “you are over reacting” Dillon laughed, “bro” Nate held on to his shoulder.

I laughed to myself, “you know what, I always over react in your eyes so lemme do us a big favor, I’m done. Consider yourself single and no longer held down.” I let tears slide down my face. “Your not leaving” Dillon laughed. “Dillon I am. I hope your happy. Let’s go mags” I grabbed my purse and walked past him, he grabbed my wrist. “Where are you going?” He looked painfully at me, “that’s no longer your concern, Imma dip catch you whenever kiddo” I pulled my wrist and walked out the house. I made it into Maggie’s car and the whole time cried, I layed on her sofa and relooked over every memory. I got message after message from Dillon.

Dills ❤️✨: babe.
Dills ❤️✨: please come back.
Dills ❤️✨: I don’t wanna loose you, please I’m begging you.
Dills ❤️✨: baby, I can’t live without you. Please don’t do this to me…
Dills ❤️✨: Y/N…
Dills ❤️✨: I love you please don’t do this to me, I don’t wanna wake up without you there.

I know me and him aren’t over, but I need him to appreciate me and show me that he cares. Until then, I don’t wanna be around him. I layed there for the next 3 hours looking at every memory of me and Dillon and decided to check his Twitter. One of his tweets caught my eye, it was 2 hours ago. I clicked it and it directed me back to his Instagram, up popped up a picture of me and Dillon when we went to Puerto Rico with Nash. “11/7/2015. I’m never one to be all cakey, but this female means so much to me, y'all don’t even know. 11/7/2015 her birthday and the day I made the woman I wanna marry… Mine. I admit I’m a screw up, I do stupid shit and I question everyday how does she put up with me? Today we had a big fight because I made a stupid choice of not speaking to her. I didn’t write this for y'all to send her hate, so please don’t. I wrote this to just hopefully get at least a text back. Y/N I’m sorry for not talking to you, for lying, for not appreciating you but please don’t leave. I’m trying so hard to work on me, for us. At the end of the day none of these females have what you have, they don’t have good cooking skills, amazing humor, sarcastic jokes, a sexy ass attitude, the best lips in the world and a smile that makes me fall in deeper love with you… Every Time I see you, I get so nervous as stupid as it sounds, I turn into a child with a crush. I love you, and your attitude and everything just everything. Please respond to me, the thought of you leaving and finding someone that’s not me, kills me. It wouldn’t make everything I fucking have worth it, if your not here with me. Please baby respond or at least see me. Love your baby face dill 😔❤️🐷”

I stood there and thought,

Me to Dills ❤️✨: I’ll be home in 10.
Dills ❤️✨: oh thank god. I love you ❤️
Me to Dills ❤️✨: whatever.

I approached the house, grabbing my purse and making sure to keep my guard up. I opened the door and called out for Dillon, I had no response before making it to our bedroom. On the bed stood a big bear, with flowers and a picture of when we went on our first date. Cute if you ask me, I wanted to forgive him in that moment but I needed a little more begging. “Babe..” I heard him step in, “yeah” I sternly said, he walked over to me holding one of my hands in his, “I’m sorry…” He rubbed over it with a finger. I rolled my eyes, “okay.” “Baby, I really am. I get it I get that I’ve been acting like a fucking ass but man I don’t wanna loose you. Your legit everything to me, it would kill me to see you happy with someone that’s not me. I wake up everyday blessed to be next to you, to have the memories I have with you and to go to sleep every fucking night with you. I’m new to this being in love shit and it’s not an excuse why I shouldn’t have asked you but dammit I’m begging literally to give me another shot, I have a lot I wanna make up to you. I wanna spend the rest of my days with you and I’m gonna learn to tell you everything before I do it just please don’t leave.” He pulled me into his arms holding me tight breathing quicker than ever, I took a moment for everything he said to sink in. I pulled back, “Dillon… I” his eyes turned to the side painfully as he let my hand go. “Of course I forgive you, you think you’d loose me that easy? Hell no, I just wanted to teach you a lesson stop being an ass or next time Imma really leave” he turned back smiling brightly as ever before lifting me off the ground and planting a soft gentle kiss on my lips. “ I fucking love you and Imma make up for everything.” “I love you too and you can start making up by putting a movie and having a day to just cuddle me” I laughed “yes ma'am” he laughed placing me down before putting a movie in and lying in bed with me. As stressful as he may make me, it’s worth every tear,sweat, heart ache and headache.

So this is my fusion with a series of books by Janet Evanovich featuring the character of Stephanie Plum. This was supposed to be for AU week but whenever I try doing things in advance I need to post them straight away (I have no sense of control). Also this is a belated birthday present for the gorgeous Miranda @livingdeadblondequeen Hope you like it! Thanks Jo @fanfantasticworld for the gorgeous cover!

After catching her husband cheating and losing her job, Caroline finds herself back in the old neighbourhood and needing some form of income. When she finds out someone from her past has skipped out on his bail she decides becoming a bounty hunter and tracking him down is a great idea.  

One for the Money

The fumes from the garbage bin were putrid and as much as Caroline Forbes wanted to be as far away from the stench as possible, she had to find her damn car keys. She decided that this was most definitely her lowest point which was saying a lot given she’d caught her husband cheating with her high school nemesis and lost her job all in the past three months.

She felt something slimy come into contact with her hand and screamed, retreating quickly from the bin.  She noticed a piece of soggy lettuce stuck to her hand and shook her arm furiously attempting to dislodge the stray – and well past its expiry date - vegetable. Maybe she didn’t need her car that badly.

“And here I thought you were being melodramatic when you complained about being broke last week.”

She looked over into the smug face of Lorenzo St John, or Enzo as she liked to use just to annoy him. His reputation as one of the best bounty hunters in North America was legendary, not to mention his cool demeanour and impeccable dress sense. Caroline figured she might have been slightly attracted to him if he wasn’t such a sarcastic, know-it-all with the opposite sexual orientation as herself.  

“Excuse me?”

“Rifling through dumpsters for food,” he motioned to the limp piece of lettuce on the ground. “I’d be more than happy to shout you lunch, darling, but you’ve got to take a shower before I take you out in public.”

“Who says I want to be seen in public with you? Anyway, if you must know, I’m looking for my car keys.”

“I’m not sure I want to know how they ended up in there of all places.”

“It was Mikaelson,” she growled, his surname causing the anger she’d briefly supressed to return with a vengeance. “He threw them in there so I couldn’t follow.”

Enzo let out a deep, throaty laugh, not even bothering to hide his amusement. Just when she thought her day couldn’t get any worse she had to put up with another arrogant Englishman using her for entertainment.

“It’s not funny.”

“On the contrary Caroline, it’s hysterical. I have no idea how you get yourself into these situations but thank you for brightening my day.”

“You’re just as juvenile as him,” she muttered. “If you’re going to stand around making jokes the least you could do is help me.”

“And ruin my $5000 suit,” he scoffed. “Not bloody likely.” Caroline spun on her heel, sick of seeing that judgemental expression that seemed to be permanently etched on his face and continued to gingerly pick through the bin.

“So, how exactly did you let him take your keys?”

“He distracted me,” she mumbled, hoping that the faint scratching sound wasn’t a rat rifling through the dumpster too.

“Did he pull a gun on you or what?” Caroline felt her face flush knowing his distraction techniques were less violent and decidedly more sexual. He’d been using that tactic on her ever since they were kids growing up in the same suburban neighbourhood.  You’d think she would have learned by now.

“Yeah something like that,” she lied.

“What happened to the gun I got you?”

“I left it at home,” she answered, well and truly tired of his incessant questions. She’d be with her nagging mother right now if that’s what she wanted.

“The whole point of being a bounty hunter and having a gun is to use it, Caroline,” he lectured.

“I’m not really the violent type,” she said, catching a flash of metal between a burger wrapper and barely recognisable banana peel. She dived in, too excited by her sudden find to care about the ramifications. Her sense of smell had long since disappeared which was something at least. “Ah ha!” She cried triumphantly, climbing out of the bin slowly and adjusting her fitted, black skirt accordingly.

“Nice work, Oscar. Now, about that gun.”

“I don’t even know how to use one, it would be pretty irresponsible for me to be shooting up the neighbourhood now wouldn’t it?”

“So, you lied to me?”

“No, I just didn’t disclose the full story, there’s a difference.”


“Alright, I didn’t want to admit that in front of the guy at the gun store, he was kind of cute,” she offered, albeit feebly.

“Yeah he kind of was so I’ll let it slide this once,” he conceded. “Right, meet me at the shooting range but only after you’ve showered, I might even buy you lunch if you use soap.”

“Hilarious, St John. Although I have a pressing commitment in Mikaelson’s apartment, it was the reason I came here after all.”

“I’m curious darling, how do you plan on getting inside?” He asked, a curious expression crossing his face.  

“Oh, I’ve got this break and enter thing down. You know, I’ve seen a few movies.”

“How about I come with you, just in case.”

“In case of what?”

“We’ll never get inside his apartment today if I have to list all of my concerns, trust me on that,” he grinned, grabbling her arm and steering her towards the front stairs. “Just don’t stand too close to me, you smell really bad.”


“I think we’re going to need a few more lessons,” Enzo drawled a few hours later, sending a questionable glance over the table at her burger and fries. “And maybe a few healthy eating suggestions while we’re at it.”

“Says the guy eating nothing but air,” she grumbled, gesturing to his rather plain and, not to mention, lonely salad. “I’ll have you know I love calorie laden food and, while we’re at it, my shooting wasn’t that bad. I might not have reached the target but it was my first time.”

“Oh, that I didn’t expect but I hoped you’d at least get somewhere on the paper,” he scoffed.

“Is it your aim in life to make me feel bad about my shortcomings? I’m doing the best I can given my lack of…”

“General bounty hunter attributes?”

“I was going to say lack of experience,” she scowled. “The least you could do is help me out and stop being so negative.”

“Fine,” he sighed, pushing his plate away and crossing his toned arms on the table. “Why exactly do you want this so badly?”

“Fifteen thousand dollars, why do you think?”

“You are so easy to read,” he smiled, knowingly. “Yes, you want the cash but whenever I mention Klaus Mikaelson…”

“Don’t say his name.”

“You do that,” he surmised. “So, what exactly is your problem with the guy? Is it the cop thing because I always assumed women liked a man in uniform?”

“Yeah, a cop that shot someone and then skipped bail, not too sure he’s all that squeaky clean.”

“Klaus Mikaelson may be many things but guilty he’s not, I can smell a set-up a mile away.”

“How do you know?”

“It just doesn’t add up, Mikaelson has been a cop for fifteen years with no prior history. I’m surprised they haven’t given him the keys to the city yet.”

“He may be a good cop but he’s also a womanising and arrogant idiot,” she muttered, shoving a French fry in her mouth in frustration.

The first time she met Klaus Mikaelson was when she was six years-old. He’d teased her mercilessly and then proceeded to behead her favourite Barbie doll just for fun. Then when she was eight he pushed her into a muddy puddle in her favourite dress. At eleven, he told everyone in their class that she had a crush on Alexander Jackson and then at the ripe age of sixteen he took her virginity behind the counter of the video store she worked at after closing. Caroline couldn’t complain about that last one given it wasn’t the worst way to spend a night but he did practically ignore her afterwards like she was just another notch on his belt.

“Oh, do tell?”

“He’s not worth my time or my energy.”

“Yet, here you are chasing him around the neighbourhood for a crime he probably didn’t commit. Did you and he, you know?”

“Why do I suddenly feel transported back to High School?” She scoffed. “You’re always so indifferent but as soon as you sense a whiff of scandal you become a teenage girl.”

“You did! And by the way deflection doesn’t work on me, Forbes. Now this avid thirst for revenge makes so much sense,” he said, rubbing his hands together gleefully. “He had his way with you, then left, and you’re extremely pissed.”

“I’m not pissed, just mildly angry,” she pouted. “Anyway, I already got my revenge this is just an added bonus with an extremely attractive cash prize.”

“Oh really?”

“A few years back, he might have been on the side walk and I just happened to drive by and accidentally put my foot on the accelerator instead of the brake. Poor guy broke his leg in three places.”

“Maybe you do have the balls for this bounty hunter gig after all,” he chuckled. “Pity we didn’t find much at his place earlier.”

“I did find these,” she mentioned, pulling a set of keys from her handbag. Enzo’s eyebrows shot up as he watched her dangling them gleefully in his line of sight. “I thought I might borrow his jeep; you know given he’s getting around in that beat up van these days.”

“And what’s wrong with your car exactly?”

“Have you seen it?” She drawled thinking about her sorry excuse for a vehicle given her money issues. “Anyway, this is more about baiting Mikaelson. The only other thing he loves more than himself is his car and knowing I’m riding around in it will drive him crazy.”

“Crazy enough to come out of hiding?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” she mused, finally feeling the best she had in weeks.

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I’ve been re-reading Pride and Prejudice, and I can’t help but think how perfectly this song suits Darcy and Elizabeth’s relationship too. Anyway, the obvious choice for this piece was Bruce but I worried immediately that it would be too cliché as a result. Nonetheless, I tried to keep the cheesiness to a minimum – let me know if I failed in that goal anywhere. This piece is based around the cover of “Tale As Old As Time” by Alex Goot as requested by jamesbuckyfuckingbarnes. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt:  I’ve been listening to the cover of tale as old as time by Alex Goot like non stop, its just so beautiful :P I was wondering if i could have a bruce or bucky and reader based off the song?

“Tale As Old As Time”

It was one of Stark’s signature parties. You’d long forgotten for what reason he’d thrown it – there were too many reasons to keep track of nowadays. People had gradually trickled out of the room and left the Avengers sitting in the centre of the room. From your place by the bar, you could see them all smiling and laughing with each other. To know such wonderful people was your greatest pleasure.

Your acquaintance with them had happened very much by chance. Your work in the scientific field was nothing ground breaking but it had afforded you the money you needed to take yourself over to India where you began to apply your knowledge to a certain illness that was devastating Calcutta.

And apparently you had not been the only one. Your path crossed over Bruce Banner’s multiple times before you finally introduced yourself. Upon discovering that you shared intentions with regards to the epidemic, you ultimately decided to work together.  Sharing your research, you finally began to make some headway. Until one day, he disappeared.

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You sigh staring at the gifs, still shots, and circles edited versions of the video from last week. It’s still buzzing around the Internet, and Tae is just as worried as you are. You debuted not too long ago with BTS since you are in BigHit with them, and this could arise so many more problems and rumors than just a stupid little dating one. Your group mates and you got put in pairs with one other boy since you had the same number of people, and to make it easier on stage while you perform together. The pairs are based on personality similarities: You have Tae. “Tae.” You sigh heavily.

“(Y/N)-ah,” He put your phone down on your lap as he sat next to you on the couch, “Just ignore it.” He put his arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. “It’ll pass like everything else,”

“Less than five months into our debut and they already ‘proof’ that this isn’t innocent,” You ran your hand through your hair.

“It’ll be forgotten as soon as we keep them busy with all the performances,” He waved it off, rubbing your shoulder.

“I hope..”


“Ah~” The man laughed at how similar we were.

“Can we just get this out of the way?” His costar woman crossed her legs. “As you know, that Bangtan Bomb posted last week shows you to engaging in some trading of emotions.” The picture appeared on the screen they had. “Is this what everyone is assuming?” She directed it towards Tae.

You came face to face with the horrid video again—but they focused it on you two standing there. Tae was leaned over you tiredly—something he does after shows or anything. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and his head on yours. As the video progresses, he rests his head on your shoulder into the crook of your neck. You watch as your hand snakes up as you read a magazine, and plays with his hair as he closes his eyes. A blush rose in your face as you watched yourself on the gigantic screen. “We have a junior-senior relationship,” He tried to clear this up, “We teach her group useful things, and we always perform and help them. We all want them to succeed—they’re wonderful girls, and very talented. We’ve developed friendships and feelings for them over time—however, it isn’t those kinds of feelings. (Y/N) and I aren’t dating, and probably never will; friendship is always first. I care about her a lot, and I’m comfortable around her—which is why I did that.”

“Anything you have to say, (Y/N)?” The woman asked, seeing you beginning to open your mouth but close it.

“He always does that,” You started, “It doesn’t mean anything.”

They nodded, “There you have it.” The man said.


“You think they believed us?” Tae asked, closing the door behind you as you walked in the dressing room.

“It seemed like they did,” You shrugged.

“I just hope no more rumors come about.” He patted his lap as he sat.

“You know they will,” You breathed, sitting on him. “Once they get a little taste, they’ll fight for more proof.”

“They’re just confused on how I can keep my hands to myself with such a beautiful girl around,” He smiled, putting hair behind your ear. “I know I can’t do that.” He pecked your lips as he held your thighs.

“Those rumors might continue if you’re not careful,” You kissed him back, holding his face.

“Me?” He scoffed, “What do you mean, jagi?”

“Oh, nothing~” You looked away from him while fighting the urge to smile.

“Yah!” He body slammed you into the couch playfully, “Tell me!” He hovered above you.

“Really? You’re never careful,” You shook your head, “It’s like you don’t care if people know.”

“That’s because I don’t..” He said lowly, “I want to be able to hold your hand outside—not inside. I want to be able to take you out on normal dates, and not lie to the fans and interviewers who ask. I’m running out of excuses,” He laid down on you, and put his head on your chest. “Would it really be that bad if we went public?” His words came out muffled as he buried his face between your breasts, “It’ll be easier.”

“Easier how?” You lifted his head.

“I can treat you like a normal girlfriend,”

“You don’t know how people will react to this,” You brought him up to hug him.

“The true fans will be happy and excited to see what we do,” He kissed your cheek repeatedly, “We can do cute little videos, and take selcas everyday.”

“When do you wanna do this?” You twirled his brown hair on your index finger.

“Now.” He sat up, getting his phone out. “Get on my lap again—we need to look like we are actually together and not just kidding.” You lifted yourself on him once again, and he put the camera on you two. “Picture or video?”

“How much do you wanna say?”

“Not much,” He held the phone out, putting his arm around your waist. “Say cheese!”

You did a peace sign and a kissy face. “Didn’t look very couple-y.” You giggled as you examined the picture.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. Before you knew it, his hand turned your head to face him and his lips crashed against yours. “Better?” He asked, showing you his phone.

“I guess.” You blush as you saw what you look like kissing.

“That’ll be my new background now,” He stuck his tongue out. You saw him did as he said, but moved the lion he had to his lock screen instead. “You know what?” He canceled it, “Why should the lion be my lock screen when this can?” He switched them around. He locked his phone, then turned it on and your faces were there for anyone to see. “Now we post it.” He focused on typing on Twitter while you sat there worried about what people will think. Your phone buzzed in your back pocket; no doubt from Tae—or the account they shared.

You checked on it, and tea what he wrote: I have a confession..this beautiful girl is mine—yes we lied. I love her, so be kind!

“You love me?” A smile crept on your face.

“Well,” He blushed, “I’ve been with you for a while, and I’ve known you for two years prior.”

“So you decided to say our first 'I love you’ via Twitter?”

“I love you, (Y/N).” He said quickly, “I love everything about you..” He hugged you closely. “You make me so happy..”

“I love you, too.” You held the back of his head. You heard little sniffles, and sharp intakes of breath from him. “Tae, are you crying?”

“N-No..” He wiped his nose.

“Why are you crying, baby?” You wiped some tears from his cheeks.

“Because I love you..I never loved anyone before, and I want to be with you forever. I can’t wait to get married, have kids, get old..” He trailed off, “They are happy tears, jagi. Look,” He smiled and tilted his head, “Happy—I promise.”

My number one is this story by feelsnotfeelings, ‘A Feeling in the Air’.

Your story genuinely made me smile. I liked the subject, I liked shy Dean, which was a fresh breath of air compared to the usual shy Cas in AUs. I simply loved the entire atmosphere of your story, a lot. 

Awesome job, I hope you’ll keep writing, and of course you’ll get a follow back from me, so any stories that you’ll write in the future, I’ll see for sure!


It was rare that Castiel Novak played such an intimate show, and it seemed that no one in Lawrence wanted to miss out. People kept packing into the shoe box of a cafe, and Dean and Charlie found themselves being nudged closer and closer to the stage. By the time the lights went down, their table was four feet behind them. They spread their feast of muffins and pie across their laps, and Charlie clutched her mug so tightly Dean thought it might crack.

This was her thing, really. She was the one who had all his albums, who set up a Google alert for his shows, which was how they’d found out about this one. And Dean, well, he just liked Novak’s voice. He found it soothing. A little rough, but honest. Inviting.

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You hadn’t managed to see your boyfriend Joe Sugg on valentines day because he had been in LA but he loved to treat you to different things associated with Valentines day through the year so you never really found the day particularly special because Joe said that he shouldn’t have one day a year to treat you like a princess he should always do it.

It meant that you would have to see him on the 16th February after he had flown home from LA, you would have loved to have met him in the airport but he had been talking to you when he made the mistake of mentioning that he needed to make a video, when you had suggested he do it when he got home he told you that he wanted to see you and would do it another time but you knew him too well so much so that if he didn’t do it when he got home he wouldn’t do it so you made him promise to do it before telling you he was home so you could go over and see him.

After what seemed like forever you had received text from Joe and you were so excited you throw on your shoes, picked up your bad with staying over clothes because you knew you wouldn’t be going home that night and then you leave the house only just remembering to lock the door behind you.

The Uber seems to take a really long time to get to Joe’s and his best friends Caspar’s apartment but you do eventually get there. You walk slowly but excitedly to the intercom which you quickly press, you are  shifting from one foot the other, smiling when you hear Joe’s voice.

“Hii” you say into the small box near the door

“Come on up babe” he says allowing you into the building

Joe always laughs about how long it takes you to get to the apartment because you walk real slow but you find yourself quickly walking the direction you have now perfected which leads you to a waiting Joe. You start to run towards Joe before throwing your bag down and jumping onto him, you wrap your arms around Joe’s neck and your legs around his waist. You expected Joe to put you down after he has given you a hug and kiss but he leans down and picks up your bag and then carries you through the apartment, closing the door with his foot.

You are suddenly thrown onto the bed making you laugh, Joe crawls up beside you and continues to kiss you as he runs his hands up and down the sides of your body. Joe nuzzles his face into your neck before you hear him speak

“We need to be together next valentine and all the others after that” he says making you pull away from him, you raise your eyebrows questioningly but Joe starts to blush so he returns back to where he was but you do the same and pull away

“Why? We both agreed we didn’t need to celebrate it because we don’t need a one day excuse to treat each other, we do it every day. It was your idea” you point out and at first Joe just shrugs silently before sighing and siting up

Joe reaches over and picks up his Macbook, he opens it and says nothing until he turns it around for you to see. You can’t help but smile when you see Joe’s face with his phone in his hand

“Is this a prank call video?” you asking knowing how good he is at them

“Just watch” Joe demands gently

You watch the video laughing of course at the funny parts but then the robotic voice of Siri fills yours ears

“You will always be alone on valentines day”

Joe looks into the camera with wide eyes before laughing it off but you notice Joe takes it seriously even though he pretends in the video that he hasn’t.

“Joe” you sigh turning to him “Siri is a silly voice on the Iphone that isn’t even real” you giggle reaching over to kiss him

“I know but i still want to prove him wrong” Joe mumbles, you pull him into your arms and kiss him again

“If it means that much to you we can be together for every single valentines day in the future” you smile

“Good because i love you” Joe grins kissing you