I feel like He Tian would dress like a total pimp later while Guanshan stays with his bomber jackets or warm winter jackets (bought by He Tian and the devil personified refuses to take anything for it in return *cough* Maybe Momo’s soul, but that’s a different story *laughs*)
A/N: This is such a cute request!! Hope you enjoy! This was supposed to be u two days ago for my 300 followers celebration, but hey, I’m Jordan and I can never do anything on time.
Request: Hey, it’s the Anthony Ramos cupid anon. Sorry I was vague, I meant that you and Anthony are like BFFs and you just target potential couples and try to bring them together. And then one day the entire cast works together to bring you and Anthony together. It’s slightly cheesy, but I love me some cheese. Thanks! 😊
Prompt: or in which, the two times you and Anthony were matchmakers and the one time you two were matched.
Pairing: Anthony x reader
Warnings: cursing, fluff, it gets a little suggestive during the end. What can I say? I couldn’t help myself.
Seven. Seven was the number of couples you and your friend Anthony had gotten together. You two were the “Matchmakers of Richard Rodgers Theatre” as the cast and crew liked to call you. Your next project was getting your friend Yasmine together with Oak.
Facebook wrecks photo quality and we all know I don’t actually have that Karkat booty but these are adorable and so are my friends so here we are. Terezi: Hexka on instagram Jane: @kenziidactyl Dave: @mischievous-illusions
“What’s your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!” With Jules? Plz? ;w;
Been waiting for someone to send this one, i love me some cheesy Julian. “What’s your favorite silverware? Because i like to spoon.” for Julian, nothing to suggestive so no read more needed.
You were completely exhausted from running around all day. First you had spent several hours at the market stocking up on supplies for the shop. Then after you dropped it off you had to go back to the market because you promised Portia you’d help her with a few errands. That took longer than expected thanks to an upcoming gathering Nadia was having.
You finally got home about an hour ago and immediately had to start preparing your wares. If you weren’t mixing a brew you were preparing herbs. If you weren’t preparing a charm you were preparing instruction sheets. There were a few times where someone stepped in to have their fortune told making you pause your work, which you did with a smile insisting it was fine.
The brew you had been preparing, a base for several potions you still had to prepare, when you heard the front door open. Mentally groaning you look up from putting out the fire and are relieved to see it’s just Julian. “I think i prefer you coming in the back.” tou say with a yawn making him chuckle.
“Long day?” he asks coming over and bringing you in for a hug, resting his head against yours. “So long, I’m so tired.” you answer since there’s no use in lying. He hums before pressing a light kiss to the side of your temple. “Tell me something.” You look up to see that grin of his “What’s your favorite silverware? Because i like to spoon!” you blink for a moment before you let out a tired laugh.
You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder “Can’t walk, to tired, carry me.”. He let’s out a loud laugh of his own before carefully picking you up snd carrying you up to your room. Almost immediately after he set you on the bed you kick off your shoes and remove the light glives you wore for mixing brews.
You catch a glimpse of Julian removing his jacket as you lie down, his own boots and gloves already discarded. As you catch sight of his chest you can’t help but think that you could be getting up to something completely different if you weren’t so tired. As you close your eyes you feel him slide into bed next to you.
His arms wrap themselves around your waist as he pulls you against him, the warmth of his body felt good on your tired back. “Don’t let me sleep to long.” you mutter snuggling against him resing you hands on his arms. His answer is a light kiss to the crook of your neck before burying his face in your hair as you slip into unconsciousness.
I love me some cheesy shit. I will not be vouching for its quality. I’m watching on Amazon Prime, and they haven’t figured out how to remove the top video tape flickers from the stream version. It’s so low quality, it’s like watching a bootleg copy you rented from the Video Hut in 1994.
“I found one. It’s perfect. Brookline. Center Hall. Two stories. I just figured, after everything that we’ve been through in the last couple of days… hell, the last couple of years… I thought we deserved a little bit of normal.”
121. Do you ever stop smiling? For Peter Parker, please! (if you're not utterly swamped idk do what makes you happy)
dont worry ive always got time for peter :)
“Do you ever stop smiling?”
You stared at the painting in front of you. The colors were blended beautifully together, the purples flowing flawlessly into the blue. You tried to enjoy the painting as much as you could, but it was hard to when you could feel Peter’s eyes on you.
“Do you ever stop smiling?” You asked, turning to face him.
“Not when I’m looking at you, no.” He cheekily responded, intertwining his hands with yours.
“Petey, we’re at the MET.” You giggled, leading him through the gallery, “Can’t you at least try to look at the artwork.”
“I am though,” He winked, puling you into a hug and kissing you on the forehead.
“That was adorably cheesy,” You mumbled into his shirt.
“I cant help it, I love you.”
“Dork,” You laughed, pulling back, “I love you too. But can we please go look at some artwork?”
“Yeah, yeah, lets go look at some artwork.” He released you from his grip and you scampered away, heading towards the next painting. Peter looked at you from where he was standing, shoving his hands into his pockets and nodding at the couple next to him.
“She thinks the artwork is beautiful, but I think she’s more beautiful.” Peter grinned, winking at them before running to catch up with you.
The moment I met you, I threw away the world because it was boring. You manage to make me fall deeper and deeper in love with you each day. I’m being intoxicated in the happiness that shines bright in the form of your smile. I try to capture every little upturn of your lips throughout the lenses of my camera, so I could treasure your mesmerizing face in my memory forever. Now, that I have you, I won’t go again to a place where you aren’t present.