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slvtforfiction · 4 months

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Hi I think your request are open. 😭

Anyways I have a prompt where it’s like Jonnie meets a fan and like later on he kind stalks her media and accidentally likes something for an old emo phase and she dms him “??” And it just spirals from there into something cute?

An old phase,A new like

☆ Yesss!

☆ Love this,thank you anon x

☆ Sorry it’s so short

☆ Johnnie Guilbert X Reader

☆ Fluff

☆ If you are going to request: please check at the pinned post if requests are open,otherwise I will delete your requests which I have already been doing

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

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“So today we are-“ I look down at my phone as a notification pushed past my do not disturb, Johnnie Guilbert like your photo.

I knew Johnnie,we had text back and forth for a while about doing a video idea even though we had never done it. I had met him at a convention and most likely acted like the biggest fan girl alive.

I clicked on the notification and saw that the like was a photo from 2020,almost 4 years ago.

You:

Liking photos from 2020,huh?

Johnnie:

Sorry didn’t mean to.

You:

Nooo it’s okay sorry lol

Johnnie:

Okay good lol,thought you were mad

You:

No,no lol

Johnnie:

So how are you?

2 weeks later,

“I’ll see you again next week? Maybe another date?” I ask with a schoolgirl smile on my face, “Yeah ofcourse,I’d love that.” He replied and I smiled,kissing his cheek.

We walked back to my apartment and watched a movie,cuddling up to each other and sharing some popcorn whilst we watched some shitty romcom. Neither of us cared about the movie,though neither of us would say it. We just enjoyed the comfort of each other.

Around nine o’clock Johnnie left,I was sad to see him go but I knew he had an apartment to sleep in so I couldn’t exactly keep him.

6 months later,

“Hey Johnnie!” I smile down the phone,we hadn’t hung out a lot this week but I didn’t mind,opting to sleep on call for the week instead.

“Hey love,you okay?” He asks me and I smile at the nickname, “Yeah,im okay,you?” I ask and I could almost hear his smile.

It was always nice to hear johnnies voice,it had become comforting over the past month or so,despite his energetic attitude. He always knew when it was time to settle down and he always knew what to say and how to say it. It made me envy those closest to him.

“So how was your day?”

1 year later,

“Happy 6 month anniversary!” He said as he hugged me,I smiled and kissed him as I grabbed some chocolates I had bought him.

He handed me some flowers and chocolate and I smiled, “Happy 6 months!” I smiled at him,my face beaming with excitement.

One phone call 6 months ago had led me to become infatuated with him,though I would be lying to say that I hadn’t had a small crush on him since I first text him.

We sat down on his sofa in his apartment and smiled as we put on the same shitty romcom that we always do,it had become our tradition and no one was complaining. As long as I got to snuggle up to the comfort of his chest I didn’t mind.

It had become apparent to both of us that we didn’t really care what we watched as long as we were with each other. I smiled as I snuggled into his chest,something that had become somewhat familiar with us. He snaked his hand around my waist and we sat their in comfortable silence as we admired each other.

2 years later,

“Happy one year!” I say as I wake up next to him in our apartment, “Happy one year.” He smiled at me,clearly as tired as he always was,I smiled at his goofy little smile and kissed him on the cheek.

“I got you something.” Johnnie whispers as he reaches into his draw,on the other side of the bed. He pulls out a ring box and I smile as he opens it, “I got us those Pandora promise rings you like.”He says with a smile. I sit up in bed and shimmy onto his lap pulling him into a deep hug. “Thank you Johnnie!” I almost yell as I kiss all over his face.

“Do you wanna be the moon or the sun?” I ask and he shakes his head “Whatever you want princess.” He chuckles and I immediately give him the moon ring. “Johnnie,we’re literally the sun and the moon.” I smile and he nods his head, “I love you so much,thank you!” I say happily and he smiles at me as he gives me a peck to the lips.

“I got you something too!” I say with a huge smile beaming across my face, I reach into my draw and pull out three wrapped presents. I feel like a parent watching their child open their presents with glee.

“Awh thank you baby!” He says pulling me back in for a hug and I smile,accepting the hug gratefully.

6 years later,

“I love you so much,I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else,Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?”

“Yes!!!”

#spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #colby brock smut #sam and colby #sam and colby fluff #colby brock #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x reader

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lazyjellyfish300 · 5 months

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In a vial around your pretty little neck📿🍷

AFAB Reader x Miguel O'Hara

*image not mine, from Pinterest, credit to original owner, if you are the owner let me know and I can credit you or delete*

TW: MINORS DNI, BLOOD, NEEDLE DRAWING BLOOD, SUGGESTIVE SEXUAL CONTENT

Synopsis: you and Miguel are dating. You two want to kick your outward display of devotion to each other up a notch. Your idea: wearing jewelry containing each other's blood.

The Valentine's Day spinoff I posted as a continuation of your relationship

A/N: More Miguel bc the brain rot is real lol 🧛🏾

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You two laid together in the dark at his place (practically yours by now too), the 3 am traffic quietly humming below. You and Miguel had been dating for a year. One passionate, lustful, magical, sex-crazed year. You two went out for hibachi tonight and it wasn't long after that until your brand new dress and heels decorated his bedroom floor.

"Happy Anniversary," he whispered, planting a kiss into your temple.

"Mmmm..." you rolled over, draping your bare figure over his, which caused him to groan and grab you around the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss. He was about to drift off but he didn't mind losing another 30 minutes to finish what you were starting...

You had something of an interest in the macabre. You had a little emo phase in junior high growing up and dark things like horror and true crime interested you. You loved Tim Burton and Edgar Allan Poe and Halloween was your favorite holiday.

You were also big into Twilight at one point and now that you were dating a guy with fangs it was like your ultimate vampire fantasy come true. You weren't a full blown goth, but while you were scrolling on your phone the other day, you came across an idea that seemed so edgy yet irresistible and sexy.

This fiery relationship you started with Miguel made you feel different. You felt alive and liberated and emboldened to try new things. And it filtered into your physical relationship with one another and he was not complaining one bit. Not at ALL. He never had a partner like you who made him feel so fulfilled and satiated. You made him feel like a man.

"I want a symbol of your devotion," you said breathlessly as he kissed your neck.

"Hmmm.." he paused, sucking a little on one spot, causing you to quiver as the skin turned splotchy red. "What did you have in mind?" He said in a sleepy voice.

"Jewelry..." you started but then evolved into a high pitched gasp as you felt his lips.

Miguel laughed into your skin. "I should've known you'd say that."He sighed and stroked your hair behind your ear.

"It's kind of a crazy idea, just bear with me."

Miguel smiled. "So far I've loved all your ideas. I'm listening."

You look at him with a smile as though you're planning something diabolical. "Blood jewelry."

When you saw Miguel's expression turn skeptical, you giggled.

"Hear me out. Remember how Billy Bob Thornton and Angelina Jolie wore vials of each other's blood when they were together? I wanna do that with you. We can find someone professional to do it and get our blood drawn together. I know it sounds weird and freaky but wouldn't that be so hot? Imagine me walking around with a necklace with your blood in it at all times. "

"Isn't that kind of superstitious?" He smirked. "That seems like something a really sexually charged couple would do at the peak of their romance only for it to fizzle out. I wouldn't want to inadvertently put a curse on this amazing thing we have going."

"Haha it's not witchcraft, babe! I just wanted something unique. I want something of you wherever I go. And I know we're not ready for marriage just yet. But I am committed to you. A hundred percent. People used to do blood oaths to signify the deepest sacrifice and devotion."

"Like the Mafia?"

You burst out laughing. "Babe, we're NOT in the Mafia. Just deeply in love until we take that next step someday when we're both ready..."

Miguel's face softened as you went on with your explanation and realized you were serious. His heart skipped a beat and his face grew warm. He traced your collarbone with his finger.

"Yeah? You'd want my blood to wear around your neck? And I could have the same from you?..."

You nodded looking into his crimson eyes, eager for an answer.

Miguel scoffed and shook his head. "Baby, you are crazy...."

He pressed his lips to yours. "But that's why I love you."

You break into a smile "Is, that a yes?"

"Mhmmm.." Miguel sighed, then looked down at you, draping an arm around your midriff. "Let me handle the lab side of things. I'll ask one of the technicians at my work to do it because if we're really doing this, we're doing it right. I'm NOT going to let us catch a disease on account of your insane little idea," he pressed the tip of your nose with this finger playfully.

"Coming from the guy with literal fangs!" You teasingly squish one of the spare pillows into his face. "I thought you'd be into blood."

Miguel removes the pillow from his face, definitely fully awake now. "They're paralyzing fangs, sweetheart. I inject venom. I don't suck people's blood."

He suddenly pounces on you causing you to squeal excitedly. "You're gonna pay for that."

"Oh yeah?" You smile up at him biting your lip, running your hands along his biceps as he cages you in underneath him. "How's that?"

"You're not walking tomorrow."

Your last train of thought vacated your mind as he fucked you into oblivion.

---------few days later---------

You sat nervously in Miguel's lab at HQ, clicking one of his pens over and over. You were waiting for his lab tech to do the blood draw. Miguel chose a signet ring to wear on his left pinky with your blood in the center stone, and you chose a necklace with a tiny, heart shaped bottle pendant to contain his blood.

Miguel walked over to you, squatting down to your level as you remained sitting on a lab stool, running his large hands along your thighs. "Nervous already?" He asked with a half smile.

"Is it a bad time to admit I don't like needles?"

Miguel laughed. "How on Earth did you survive getting all your tattoos then?" He ran a hand along your thigh piece that was poking out from under your skirt.

"That's different, mister. Tattoo needle pain is way more tolerable than medical needle pain."

Miguel shook his head. "That makes zero sense."

"You wouldn't know!" You scoff.

Miguel chuckled and then kissed your forehead. "I'll hold your hand, babe. Don't worry. If you want, we don't have to do this."

You smile and close your eyes as you feel him kiss your forehead and wrap your arms around him as he lays his head in your lap. "Thanks babe. I'm not backing out now though."

The lab tech walks in carrying a small phlebotomy tray. She's a short, slight woman named Trish who looks to be in her 40s with a blond pixie cut, almost like Tinkerbell.

"Who's first?" She asks with a grin. This was the first ever blood draw she's done for a couple wanting to wear it as a sign of devotion, but hey, she's not judging you two for your kinks. When Miguel offered her extra OT to come in on her day off, she happily obliged.

Miguel noted your nervous expression and rolled up the sleeve of his crew neck sweater first.

His blood draw was quick and easy. His face in the same stoic expression the whole time. He had to inject himself with Rapture on a daily basis so needles were no big deal to him.

He gave you an encouraging smile as he rolled his sleeve back down covering his teal bandage.

You felt your insides liquify as Trish walked over to you and wrapped the orange tourniquet tightly around your arm. Miguel squeezed your thigh harder and reached over and took your free hand in his.

"Look at me, don't look at the needle," he muttered.

You gulped and looked at him, staring into his eyes and he gave your thigh another sympathetic squeeze. You kept staring at him, trying to focus on his dreamy face. His sculpted brows, bold cheekbones, his chiseled jaw, his Adam's apple. He was easy on the eyes for sure.

God am I lucky you thought. Then your stomach fell as he pressed his lips tightly into the back of your hand, bracing you for the pain, and you felt that uncomfortable tight pinch as the needle punctured the sensitive skin in the crook of your arm and entered your vein.

You sucked in air between your teeth, gritting them together.

"Sorry, hun..." Trish says.

Miguel's eyes find yours, his lips still buried in the back of your hand, his free hand still gripping your thigh, giving you little pulses of encouragement as the blood began to collect in the vial.

As you focus on him and his face you never got tired of looking at, suddenly you felt a weird twinge of arousal staring low in your belly, combined with the pinch and discomfort of the needle in your other arm. You willed your body to release itself into the sensation, suddenly your cheeks get hot, electricity rushing to your crotch. You take a deep breath in, your breasts heaving slowly, causing the exposed round tops of your cleavage to push against your black knit top, causing the tip of the fabric to recede downward ever so slightly.

Miguel knows you well by now and notices how your demeanor shifts when you're getting turned on. He stops pressing his lips so hard on the back of your hand and begins to soften. He slowly raises his head, dragging his lips against the back of your hand, his bottom lip catches on your skin, slowly pulling it down, exposing the bottom row of his teeth.

You look at him and gently cock your head to the side, your lips parting slightly as you take another deep breath in.

Miguel's jaw tenses when he realizes your body and mind are going exactly where he thinks they are going.

"Fuck." He mouths to you. His eyes hungry as they focus on your bulging breasts trying to spring themselves free from your slutty black top. The vein in his forearm protrudes as he clenches his fist.

"All done." Trish removes the needle and begins wrapping you with a matching teal bandage. You sigh with relief and then let out a quiet wince as Miguel's hand on your thigh closes around it even tighter than before , knuckles turning white, giving you a small preview of the pent up lust he plans to unleash on you on top of this lab table as soon as Trish is gone.

Trish adds the anti-coagulant to the samples and gives them a little shake. She gives you two the run down on proper storage for the blood and wishes you luck and shuffles out the door.

As she walks away, she hears the door to the lab click shut but quickly claps a hand across her mouth to stifle a laugh and speeds even faster down the hallway as the sound of your moans and Miguel's grunts begin to emerge from the other side.

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You and Miguel shakily emerge from the lab an hour later. He lets you lean on him for balance as you walk with a slight limp. He smiles devilishly down at you.

"Amor, you took it so well."

You scoff and look up at him as you both continue to walk, pouting your lips indicating you want a kiss from him. He gives you a tender peck.

"Hopefully Trish didn't hear," you say.

Miguel laughs. "I mean, you were absolutely incredible taking me that way," he winks. "But I was referring to the blood draw. I'm proud of you for facing your fear. "

You smile and bob your head. "Yeah, well, yanno, you being there made it a lot easier. Turns out I might actually have a thing for needles."

Miguel inhales sharply, simultaneously pulling you into him from the back, your ass pressing into his front, and he bites the top of your ear.

"Don't, get me riled up again."

You giggle at his bite and wiggle out of his hold, interlocking your fingers once again as you two stroll to his car.

The rest of the afternoon, Miguel reluctantly buys you coffee after you gave him the puppy dog eyes on your way to the blood jeweler you guys are hiring to make the necklace and ring. The corner of his mouth raises slightly as he sees you happily sipping your overly sweet frappuccino and munching on your egg bites in the passenger seat and he shakes his head as he takes a sip of his black Americano.

He nuzzles his chin in the back of your head as you two wait at the the jeweler's, as you point excitedly to the rings you'd like one day for your engagement ring in the glass display cases.

"This one, no wait I like that one too..agh, okay maybe more so this one actually...yeah that one's my new fav..."

He takes silent mental notes of each design, pressing a kiss into your hair once more.

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A few weeks later, your jewelry is ready for pick up. You and Miguel walk out of the jeweler's again with two sleek black boxes. He snatches your box away from you, a smug look on his face at your disappointed, cute pout as he tells you he's going to present you with it properly tonight at dinner.

You sat on a barstool with your face in your hands as you watched Miguel cook you your requested meal of the evening: Pasta Pomodoro.

He kicked you out of the kitchen this time because he knows you can't resist scoooching past him long enough to tease him with your hips before he'd have you on the kitchen island, banging you senseless, and then the sauce would be burned and ruined.

You hummed in approval as you stuck one of the red sauce coated rigatonis in your mouth, savoring the taste of the fresh warm tomato sauce, garlic and basil as the hot pasta warmed your belly.

"You outdid yourself tonight babe. My compliments to the chef." Your mouth made a "mwah" sound as you did a chef's kiss motion with your hand.

Miguel smiled warmly at you as he took a swig of his wine. "Thank you, babe. Should we give each other what you've been begging me for all afternoon?"

You smiled and rubbed your hands together quickly "It's about damn time."

"You are SO dramatic." Miguel pressed a kiss into your forehead as he knelt in front of you holding the small black velvet box containing the necklace. Suddenly you felt butterflies in your stomach as he opened the box gingerly, pulling the necklace out of it, dangling it before your eyes, the glint from the silver stopper of the glass vial gave a slight twinkle as the light from the kitchen ceiling hit against it. The glass vial was filled with the dark red liquid. The blood that once flowed through the vein in Miguel's arm contained in the small heart shaped vial.

"My love..." He said, holding your hand, the necklace still dangling in his other hand. "I wrote a few words I wanted to say when I gave you this." He pulled out a small folded piece of paper from his shirt's breast pocket.

"Amor, I have too much I want to say. But I'll try to keep this as short as I can. You have changed my life for the better. When I lost Gabi I-"

His voice cracked. His Adam's apple raised as he was surprised at the sudden emotion his body gave him in response to his words.

"I thought I would never be happy again. But then you came into my life. Those beautiful eyes looking at me over the rim of a mug in the coffee shop where we met. You lit a fire under me that I never want to put out. Your eyes are a warm spell I never wish to be cured of. Your arms are a haven in which I wish to take up permanent residence. Your body is my altar I want to forever worship. Your laugh is a melody I never want to stop listening to."

"I know we plan to pledge ourselves to each other one day as husband and wife, but for now, I'll give you this part of me, as a sign of my devotion. My blood in this pendant that once ran through my vein, kept me alive. You, mí vida, you now keep my love alive. Remember what once belonged to me, now belongs to you for good."

Your eyes glisten with tears as he presses a soft kiss into your neck and traces a finger across the back of it, moving your hair out of the way. The metal from the chain tickles your neck and the vial with Miguel's blood is slightly cold as it rests in the middle of your chest. His blood resting above your heart.

You wipe your eyes and open the velvet box containing his ring. You hold the golden signet in your fingers, the middle of it a dark red with your blood. Miguel's handsome face looks into yours and presses a kiss into your palm to calm your nerves as you pledge your love to him.

"Miguel, I'm so lucky to have you. You're more than I could ever ask for. You're funny (when you want to be), and I wanna jump your bones every time I look at you...."

Miguel's cheeks turn pink and he shakes his head, chuckling as he presses another kiss into your hand.

"...But your soul is what I've fallen hopelessly in love with. You've captured my heart and I never want it to be freed. Your mind, your intelligence, your thoughts and the very essence of who you are is something I've found in no other and I don't wish to seek it anywhere else."

I present you this ring as a sign of my undying love and loyalty to you. I can't properly repay you for all you've given to me, so I'll give you something that used to be a part of me. This blood in this ring once flowed through my heart, and now I ask you to wear it on your hand and know that you are never far from me, my love."

His eyes are glossy with tears as you slip it on his left pinky and he can't hold back as he kisses you desperately, cupping your face with his hands. He pulls back after a few moments to study you, his crimson eyes running along your features and he runs a thumb tenderly along your cheeks.

"This is the best night of my life." He whispers as he presses his forehead to yours.

"I don't know about you, but I want dessert..." You whisper back, fiddling with the top button on his shirt.

"Ohhh....mí vida, you're getting it now." He presses a canine into his bottom lip and swoops you up in his arms in one motion, not tearing his face away from yours as he takes you to his room, dirty dishes and the half-drunk wine on the table be damned.

"Everything comes off, except this...." He takes the vial of your necklace in between his fingers.

You smile and kiss his lips again before returning your attention to taking off your blouse.

"I adore you."

"Mí vida, I adore you most of all."

The rest of the night is slow, sensual, orgasmic bliss as your bodies practically devour one another. Your blood sealed in the ring on his pinky and his blood sealed away in a vial around your pretty little neck..

#Spotify #miguel o'hara #fanfic #miguel x reader #miguel atsv #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #romance #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o hara fluff #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel o hara x you

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bluewinnerangel · 10 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/bluewinnerangel/723631674884341760/this-is-all-very-overwhelming?source=share

What is this about? What did I miss?

Last 24 hrs:

harrys last show happened

harrys gone

harry played best song ever

harry cried

harry played little freak and falling with a two ghosts intro

harry did half of his speeches in italian

harry had a long long fucking devastating speech

harrys 9 minute piano ballad ending tour goodbye song

harry shaking while playing the piano

harry said And then its time to rest for me. im very tired but very happy (in italian)

harry's preshow included mina- un anno d'amore, outkast - hey ya, the brothers johnson - aint we funkin now (the one interpolated in daydreaming), jimmy fontana - il mondo, mina- se telefonado

harry's exit song was The Doors - The End

louis showed up looking like quiff louis with his hair back

all the posts all the meltdowns over it help

louis like this

louis said i love you to death

louis' exit song was Commodores - Easy

it's 1d's anniversary and the dash is full of emo posts

Last few days:

kit connor did a photoshoot styles by helen simons wearing a 28clothing hoodie louis has worn before, helen confirmed the 28clothing social media / website is legit

louis had 4 shows this week

harry brought wetleg on stage to sing wet gdream and daylight

harry teased the daylight music video on stage with visuals at the end of daylight

harry released the daylight music video

niall performed at at least 2 festivals i dont have enough eyes (also a roblox concert??)

liams on holiday very tattooed very shirtless

Zayn released Love Like This

Zayn also released a music video for the single

liam and zayn are both in promo mode on social media, responding to fans on various social media again im sorry boys i dont have enough eyes

louis announced 2024 australian tour dates

AFH promo in full force (including posters at harry's show, also lets add here posters at niall's festival for louis' shows in the country too)

ending on what I think I've digested alreayd but somehow was this week too: the fking wax figures and all the cringe fans singing to them and shit vids that came with it dkjdk

#something like that

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souryogurt64 · 1 year

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About a decade ago, Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy (and James Montgomery of MTV) published a novel, Gray. It is my favorite book of all time. It is— for lack of a better term— “a freeze-dried wet dream.”

People are usually appalled when I tell them this; they think I must be the dumbest fangirl alive. It's understandable. After all, Gray is the vanity project of a runner-up for 2007’s Sexiest Vegetarian, and has been referred to as “an insult to book readers everywhere."

But truthfully, this is not my favorite book because I like Fall Out Boy— rather, I like Pete Wentz's band because I fell in love with his book. From the moment I first picked Gray up, I felt—very strongly— that there was something inside of it, something that went beyond the veneer of "pseudo-artistic" misanthropy it put up. It was a carefully crafted puzzle. It was so advanced that no one understood it. I was sure of it— even if nobody ever believed me.

But over the last ten years, I grew from an emo teenager into a professional writer. So now, I can prove that I've been right along; Gray is an incredible work of literary showmanship. It's just misunderstood. So, in honor of its big anniversary, this love-dissertation seeks to dissect and defend my favorite book of all time.

In this essay, I begin by fully contextualizing the creation of Pete Wentz and James Montgomery's Gray. Then, I explain the novel's identity as a "roman-a-clef," and thus, its place on the spectrum between fiction and reality. Finally, I argue my thesis. Which is: Gray deliberately masquerades as exactly what people expect it to be: the rant of a narcissistic rock star “so shallow an ant would struggle to drown." But a reader with a little faith will understand that things are not always what they seem. Rather, Gray brilliantly executes its stated intention by blending paradoxes like irony / authenticity, reality / fantasy, truth / lies, and satire / sincerity, into a narrative so ambiguous it “defies understanding, let alone a solution.”

But only if you're in on it.

Read the full piece here.

Incredible art by @gebtoons.

#gray #gray pete wentz #fall out boy #pete wentz gray #fob

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 10 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you could maybe do headcannons of 2023, Bill Kaulitz with S/O that has an Elegant / Classy Style? Maybe their fashion is inspired by the 1950’s, and is just really fancy and pretty looking :) ? ( You can also do 2000’s him, too if you’d like! )

(Hello! Sure I can! So sorry if this sucks though, lmao. But anyways, enjoy!)

Classy!Styled!Reader

Even if it was in 2023 or back in 2005 I do not think he would care at all about your style

Obviously he thinks you look great in it, I mean he doesn't care what you wear as long as you like it

And if dressing classy and 1950's style is what you liked?

Go for it then boo

I feel like he would be the one to be flaunting you all over

He doesn't care what anyone says about your style he absolutely loves seeing you look so confident and pretty in it

He probably helps you pick out some of the pieces in your wardrobe

If you liked old and vintage stuff, considering your style, I feel like he would be dead set on getting you actual clothes from back then

To surprise you with on like special occasions or maybe on your birthday or anniversary

He knows you can dress to impress at any time and literally can turn heads

He also finds it so cute that when you guys are out you get so many looks and stares

Not the bad ones, he loves the good ones especially from older people from the actual 1950's-1960's

He loves taking your hand and giving you a little spin yo give you little compliments on your outfit

He is the best on noticing small and little fancy details on your outfits

I don't know how he just is able to spot them from so far

Even if it was back when he was younger and y'all were dating he did not care what people said about your style

He would rub how much better you looked than them in their faces

He loves seeing the look on others faces as you would walk into the room all elegant and shit

You guys actually look like two different photos from two different times side by side it's funny

Fans have a little small inside joke about that but it's cute

Plus you both having such different styles is how he was first draw to you in the first place

He would sometimes match with you but in like a more and classy emo style in the 1950's if this was 2005 him

Or he would have small little things from your closet incorporated into his outfits or small ones into yours

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Taglist!: @billsjum6ie @bigbootahjudy @dead-tapes @ilovebill-and-gustav @r3dheadedw0rld @kiwitsune @V4mpyboyy @novaaisstupid @billybabeskaulitz @yas-v @iischafer @dilfverz @ahswhore0 @graciegizmo3184 @sweetpuffy12 @elenacgn08 @80s-tingz @ryiana @yuriayato5 @juliarc28 @bunnysenpai31 @banshailey @bellastoner420 @victryzvv9 @Hvvrtbrvken @Yukkimy00 @stxngnr

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader

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doc-pickles · 5 months

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waking up in vegas | social media edits (pt. 5)

series masterlist

a fun little SM blurb for y'all today! i love this series so much so I hope you enjoy this!

xoxo

nina

matthew_tkachuk

matthew_tkachuk one year down with my favorite girl 🩷 love you baby

tagged: y/ntkachuk

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user WHAT 😭😭😭 THEY’RE MARRIED?!

user UMMMMM???

taryntkachuk smh no photo creds??

y/ntkachuk I would’ve given you photo creds

taryntkachuk this is why you’re my favorite sibling

y/ntkachuk THE SECOND PIC? babe 😭

matthew_tkachuk It’s my favorite one 🥰

y/ntkachuk

y/ntkachuk how it started vs how it’s going. happy anniversary my love ❤️ s/o to @/taryntkachuk for our wedding pics

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matthew_tkachuk Love you so much baby!

elblue6 Still can’t believe you got married without your own mother there!

chantal_tkachuk Me too!

bradytkachuk I leave early ONE night

y/ntkachuk Blame Quinn

quinnhughes Stop blaming me, I already told you I’m not responsible for you two being stupid. Love you ❤️

taryntkachuk Drink

jackhughes Drink

matthew_tkachuk Drink

y/ntkachuk Drink

lhughes_06 Drink

user I CANT DO THIS

user me either 😭 I am so emo over them

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runningfreetoday · 6 months

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“When We Were Young Fest is a cash grab!” - If you think this, I can’t wait for you to find out about other festivals because that’s pretty much how they all work. They get your money, you get your money’s worth. Festival money (which is not an insignificant amount of money) helps bankroll bands so that they can live and keep making cool shit instead of having to do only “real” jobs forever (you would be surprised by how many musicians from major emo bands have had to get normal-people jobs when they’re not on tour. some even left bands because they can no longer afford to be in them). Sadly, a lot of people in this scene are covertly kinda broke. MCR doesn’t appear to be scrounging between couch cushions for loose change so I don’t think they need this gig to live but either way, doing this festival was their choice. I’m slightly surprised MCR agreed to the one album play-through concept because they’ve never been the type to do an anniversary tour for a specific era before (the original self-imposed cash grab) but I think it’s clear that no one’s forced them to be at WWWY (twice!). Fall Out Boy’s there and they’re not limiting themselves to one album. So again, MCR chose to do things this way. I’ll be honest, more of often than not, I think old album-centric performances and tours can cheapen a band’s image and stunt growth by not focusing on building interest for new material BUT My Chem fans are obsessive, hyped about new material, and many never got to see My Chemical Romance on The Black Parade tour. In this specific case, the actual artistic choice of doing one single album as a one-off thing at a festival is kind of a win for MCR fans rather than the actual band. Personally, I don’t totally hate the idea of being able to experience the vibe of that era in 2024 and, because it’s MCR, I’m sure they’ll do something a little different with it. Anyway, I might be in the minority but I wouldn’t even go so far as to call festivals a necessary evil. Festivals are fun! Your high horse will not save you from the inevitable heat death of the universe! Enjoy things before it’s all over!

“MCR made fun of WWWY Fest therefore they HATE WWWY Fest” - You can poke fun at something without actually hating said thing. I know that you all know this in your hearts because y’all make fun of your favorite bands all the time. Yes, When We Were Young Fest is a name that grounds these bands in “the past” which might feel a little silly when much of the community are new fans, when older fans are still actively listening to these bands, when these bands are still making new music, etc. Ultimately, the branding is about nostalgia. I hear the frustration with that but consider that the reason you keep consuming emo music, a genre that you more than likely began listening to in middle school or high school, is not totally detached from that sense of nostalgia either.

#rant over!#in short don’t take this shit too seriously #it’s not that deep so just have fun with it #my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way #frank iero #mikey way #ray toro #when we were young #when we were young fest #wwwy fest

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bp-zb1fics · 1 year

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My heart keeps on

pairing: na kamden x secret s/o reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canonverse (finale), angst ish, fluff

tw/tags: long distance relationship, very emo in general, a lot of tears LIKE A LOT, you surprise kamden twice, citing ep 12 as my ref for all this, kinda secret relationship, realities of dating a trainee/idol, reunions so more emo, cuddles, cheek kissing, using a pic as a page break, yes the title is fr kam’s rap in switch ty for noticing 💜

wc: 2178

summary: kamden hasn’t seen you in over a year. you surprise him.

a/n this was supposed to be a gift fic for 101 followers but y'all are 200 now 😭😱 omg so thanks so much for supporting my little blog!!! I know this took a little longer than expected so thanks so much for patiently waiting! 💜Special thanks to the anon who sent me an ask about missing kamden and especially to @seok02 for giving me the motivation to finish this fic and kinda just helping me with the overall process 💜💜💜

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“Star Creator, we always thank you and love you!”

They wrap up the pajama party livestream, thanking the staff and staying to chat as the cameras are switched off. (Or so they think, lol)

“The vibe was pretty good,” Kamden tells Matthew. The other boy agreeing instantly.

“I think we were able to show new sides of ourselves.”

Suddenly the staff play a recording, surprising them all. It’s video messages from Star creators all over the world for them to watch. Kamden grabs a fluffy pillow as he watches everyone slowly get emotional. Seungeon cries. Zhang Hao cries. Yujin cries. Almost everyone is crying.

Kamden gets a message from a fan in Norway, which is pretty cool. Then, something he never expected happens. He recognises your voice before he even realises it’s you.

“Kamden, annyeong~”

The pillow falls off his lap.

It’s you. It’s really you. You who he hasn’t been able to video call in a few days because of practice and your schedule and the time difference. He almost calls out your name but it sits tight in his throat, unable to reach you.

You’re on screen, wearing one of the shirts you’ve stolen from him, holding onto the plushie he bought for you at that silly little shop after you insisted it looked like him. God, he hasn’t seen you in over a year.

“Dude, you okay?” Jay asks him softly.

He must look like an idiot, eyes blown wide, mouth slightly open, hanging onto every word that comes out of your mouth.

“I’ve been watching Boy’s Planet since the teasers were released. And you’ve always been my favourite.”

Kamden knows. You’ve been spamming your chat with him with all these little clips from the PR videos to the behind the scenes footage. Screenshots of you voting for him on the Mnet+ app, comments you’ve left on his fancam videos, even the funny memes you found of him on Twitter all greet him when he opens his phone after practice.

Hope my favourite trainee is doing well and staying healthy! Take care of yourself and know I’m always rooting for you! I love and miss you so much! Hoping for your debut!

Your messages are his favourite. And speaking of:

“I’ve made a little compilation of photos right here. I hope you like how I decorated them, I really tried my best~”

All the trainees ooh and ahh over the handmade album you bring up to the screen compiled with photos of him from the program and cute little notes and stickers. Kamden can’t move, can’t talk.

Because that’s your album, the one you had insisted on starting when he and you began dating. He knows that if you flipped to the other pages, it would be full of photos of both of you, dates, anniversaries, birthdays, holidays, awards that either of you might have won, events that were important to you or him or both of you, everything carefully labelled. It was one of your favourite things to print out all the photos and he’d help you decorate them.

He can’t believe you kept that up after he left for Korea.

“You’ve stood out to me in every performance. You’re so talented and so many people are cheering you on so please remember to have confidence in yourself.” Your voice wavers a little towards the end of the sentence and as slight as it is, he catches that. He knows you.

Kamden only registers the wetness on his cheeks when the tears are already going, fast and furious. He reaches up, trying to dab them away gently with his sleeve. On screen, you blink rapidly and he knows you’re trying your best not to cry either. Even thousands of miles away, on a video you probably recorded weeks ago, you and him are still in sync. Maybe the rest of the trainees don’t see it but he does. Of course he does.

“I hope you take care of yourself always. Make sure to eat enough and get enough rest. I’ll be voting for you everyday so just do your best in practice and performing and us Star Creators will take care of the rest. We’ll support you so you can achieve your dream of debuting~”

To everyone else, you were just a particularly supportive fan. But to Kamden, you were his person, the one he was devoted to and he can’t help it, sobbing a little into his sleeve. Several pats on the back as the other trainees around him try to comfort him. He can’t help but cry even more. Why were you so far away? Why couldn’t you be here where he could hug you and kiss you and just be with you?

“Na Kamden hwaiting! Saranghae~”

That’s it. He turns and buries his face fully into his hands as if doing that would soak up all the tears that won’t stop coming. Matthew and Jay have scooted over, voices overlapping as they rub his shoulders and back and ask what’s wrong. Even Zhang Hao’s hovering a little on the side, equally concerned.

Maybe he’ll say something later, when there are no mics and no cameras. He’s been training for years and you’ve both agreed that in a career like the one he aspires to get into, keeping it quiet would be the best. Idols don’t date. Idols don’t have a significant other in a whole other country that they call when they can find free time. Even when it comes to casual conversation where there isn’t a camera directly trained on them, Kamden just doesn’t say anything.

They do ask him later. And when he says you’re a close friend he hasn’t seen in awhile, their faces light up in recognition. He leaves it at that.

You walk into the arena with a little trepidation.

It’s all been a blur. Packing your things, flying to Korea, meeting up with Kamden’s mom and brother who have been kind enough to get you a ticket pass for the family section. Of course, he has no idea you’re even here.

You’re quite a bit more nervous about surprising him than you thought. While you’d give anything to see him again, it was a little risky in such a public venue with so many people watching and cameras everywhere filming almost any angle. Maybe you can be discreet enough if you do break down but Kamden’s on stage, the spotlights bright and on him. Fans are probably filming him on their own devices.

At this point, you’ll just have to trust your boyfriend to keep his reactions to a believable level. You don’t stand too close to his family, trying to keep your distance but also staying near enough that you’d be in the same general direction if Kamden glanced your way.

You end up on the side, along with a few other people who seem to be dressed as discreetly as you, masks on too. The looks you exchange seem to come to a general understanding of why you’re all here and who you’re here for.

Kamden doesn’t notice you when the Top 18 first file in. You don’t expect him to but you see him though. There’s a growing knot in your stomach, emotions welling up from actually seeing him not through a screen but so close that you could walk on stage and touch him. You don’t do that, of course. But still, he’s so near that it almost hurts not being able to throw yourself into his arms for a hug.

You’ve wanted this so much, especially after more than a year of not seeing him. But right now, you feel frozen. You only watch as they start getting into positions for the signal song. Fans are cheering, even the family members and friends of the trainees are calling out words of support. Still, your voice sticks to your throat, as much as you want to shout out, something keeps you from doing it.

Good thing Kamden’s brother does it for you. It probably surprises you and his mom more than it should but who can blame you when he almost never does that? Kamden’s surprised too, maybe it’s a twin thing but he immediately stands up straighter looking for where his brother’s voice is coming from.

And then he sees you.

His eyes meet yours and they widen considerably. His mouth even drops open a little. You’re smiling so much and you’re sure it shows from how your eyes crinkle, just a little glossy. But you’re not going to cry just yet. Instead, you wave at him. He can��t do much more than give a little wave back before they seem to be ready to start filming.

Suddenly, your heart feels just a little lighter. You step back and watch him dance the signal song. You’ve seen him do it a thousand times, every time you stream his video. It feels so surreal, being able to see it like this, right in front of you. When the song ends, you see his eyes flick back in your direction, searching for your face. When he finds it, his expression brightens.

It’s amazing, watching someone you love do what they love. Sure, you’ve seen Kamden dance, you’ve gotten him to sing and even rap for you a little before. But it’s different with the stage and the lights and the crowd and he looks so comfortable there. You laugh when you see the Jelly Pop teaser, maybe you’ll get him to wear that dress again, just so you can get photos. The final song is almost bittersweet and you try your best but a few tears do slip out.

He’s messaged you about barely making it to the finale, you’ve monitored the program, watched his rank. You both know his chances are slim. But they’re possible. Still, he’s told you that he’s prepared for the equal possibility of not debuting. His company should have plans, he assured you. You watch him walk over to every one of his fellow trainees who’ve made it to debut, offering hugs and congratulating them. And as the number of spots dwindle, you keep your hopes up but you begin to accept it as well.

By the time they’ve called third, you watch as he walks over to Matthew, one of the trainees he’s closest with from what he’s told you. Maybe he lingers a little longer. Maybe you catch his eyes as he looks over. Hwaiting! You mouth, shaking your fists a little in encouragement. The emotions are swirling inside you. When the camera pans over to him, he’s teary eyed, covering his face the way he always does when he gets like that. You can’t help it. The emotions are starting to spill over and you breathe between the occasional tears.

After they announce the ninth place, everything suddenly starts moving so fast and so slow. They wrap up filming. The audience begins to file out. The cameras switch off one by one. You go backstage.

When he walks in, mic gone, still in that uniform that you keep teasing about, you don’t hold back. His arms wrap around you and you fall into him, holding him so tightly you wish you didn’t need to let go. And then both of you start crying.

“I missed you so much, Kam.” You’re holding onto the fabric of his jacket, gripping at it so desperately you’re almost afraid it might rip.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He manages, his head somehow buried on your shoulder, tears soaking the cloth of your shirt.

“Surprise?” It comes out weak, a little shaky as you both laugh brokenly through your sobs.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” He holds you even tighter, like he’s afraid you might fade into thin air.

“I’ll be here for a while.” You tell him. “I wish I could’ve come sooner but-”

“It’s okay seriously, you’re here now.” If he squeezes you anymore, you feel like your heart might burst. “I’m so happy to see you.”

He goes back with you. There’s few brief introductions to Jay and Matthew and a few other trainees he’s grown close with, nudges and knowing looks and raised eyebrows. But it’s nothing to stress about, you manage to make it back under the radar.

You feel him watching you as you grab a few more things from your suitcase after both of you have showered and you’re wearing another one of his old shirts. Before you know it, your legs are tangled together, your head resting on his shoulder, your hands intertwined.

“I don’t want to sleep,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to wake up and find out this is a dream and you aren’t here.”

“You aren’t dreaming, Kam.” You reassure him, lifting your head to kiss his cheek. Even in the privacy of this room, he blushes.

“Even if I didn’t make it, at least I have you.”

“You do, Kam. You always do.” And you know he will make it, one day.

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romanarose · 2 months

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Puzzle Pieces Drabbles: part 2

Ben Miller x Fem!Reader

Fic Summary: You're dating Tom, a whirlwind romance that came at a low point in your life. Within months, you live with him and he's not as nice as he was in the begining. Tom does things that upset you, Benny finds a way to make it better.

Chapter Summary: Tom won't come look at your tomatoes. Based on a tumblr post I cant find.

Warnings: IDK what to call this but it's def shitty behavior throughout. Will progressively get worse during the series but let's start with this. Drinking. Someone not appriciating your excitment.

A/N: This will be a short series of comfort drabbles where Tom does something shitty and Ben makes it better. No smut. I'm at a low point rn and just want softness.

This is my submission for Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon !!! come join in the fun and follow @triplefrontier-anniversary to find more fics!!!

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“TOM!!!!!” You scramble up from your garden patch to where you were tending to your plants, standing to see Tom and Ben drinking on the porch.

Tom turns, looking worried. “What? What happened?!”

“My tomato’s bloomed!!!” You say with a wide grin, giddy with excitement.

He relaxes. “Oh my god. Is that it? Woman, you scared the shit out of me.” He went back to his grilling.

Your shoulder slump a little. “Sorry… I was just excited…” You point to your garden. “It’s just… the tomatoes!!!” Ben is watching curiously, but he doesn’t say anything.

Tom flips a burger. “Uh huh. That’s nice honey.”

Ben asks a question now. “The tomatoes?”

Muttering, Tom explains with a wave of his hand. “She was trying to get the tomatoes to grow forever.”

“So will you please come see them?” You try to get him to come over, but he just looks over the railing.

“Uh-huh, they look great.”

Your hands drop to your side. “Tom, you can’t even see them.”

“They look… so cool” Is he… laughing? He’s laughing at you. You don’t turn to look at Ben, you couldn’t bear to see him laughing at you too. So, you simply go back to your garden, tending to the weeds, trying to immerse yourself in the classical music you heard helps plants grow. You don’t even hear him walk up to you at the garden bed.

“Oh!” Your startle when Benny kneels down next to you, getting in the dirt with you.

“Shit, sorry.” Ben chuckles, his floppy dirty blonde hair falling in his eyes. You wonder if he ever had an emo phase. “I wanted to see the tomatoes”

You roll your eyes but laugh. “You don’t want to see my tiny green tomatoes.”

He is completely sincere, blue eyes shining in the summer sun as he smiles. He has a pretty smile. “I do, actually.” You ignore the flutter in your chest.

So, you show them to him, Benny sounding very impressed as he looks. He tells you how his therapist wanted him to try getting plants to have something to take care of, briefly mentioning that he feels like he was always the one being cared for. He chuckles when he says ‘guess I’m not responsible enough to keep a succulent alive’, but you can feel the truth behind his words. You offer to help him if he wants to try again. Benny lights up at that.

You want to know what he’s in therapy for, why he feels like he’s not responsible enough for a plant, you want to know so much more about him… but you don’t ask. Ben isn’t your boyfriend, Tom is. You loved Tom, you were going to marry Tom. Ben… Ben was just a nice bonus, right?

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gerardway-is-my-babygirl · 26 days

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Renfield Anniversary Week, day 4: Favourite Side Character

I love all the DRAAG members equally (lie) but damn. Carol's nonbinary swag got me good

Here's some of my headcanons about them 👹👹👹

Nonbinary, obviously. They use they/she but prefer the former

It takes them a little while to warm up to Renfield after he continually Interrupted them, but without Dracula to worry about they are finally given their chance to talk. Renfield apologises for all the times he stopped her from sharing her problems, and they get along now

Emo/alternative music taste. They love MCR and encourage Renfield to get back Into them after he stopped listening to them In the 2010s. They bond over their shared love for the band

Thinking that they're neurodivergent In some way, but they aren't bothered enough by It to get a diagnosis

Everyone In DRAAG has had their nails painted by Carol at one point or another. Mark Is their most frequent victim of this I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL!!!!

They're either bi or a lesbian. Big woman liker

They steal Bob's old jackets because they like baggy and masculine clothing

For a few years they struggled with their gender Identity, since they wanted to be percieved as genderless but also be able to wear makeup. The support group helped them to realise that they can be androgynous and still wear makeup at the same time

#renfield 2023 #I don't think they have a tag I'm so sorry carol from renfield 2023 #renfield anniversary #my art

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andreafmn · 1 year

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 10

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): fighting while setting up the christmas tree/soft emo reconciliation

Word Count: 2.9K

Story Description: (Y/N) understood how hard Aaron worked, and everything that his job entailed. But when life starts to happen without him around, she can't help but feel scared that his job is taking things that can never be replaced.

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader

Warnings: whole lotta angst, also pregnancy trope (oops)

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Keeping Promises

Working in the BAU was taxing work, and (Y/N) understood that. It called for long hours, traumatizing cases, and a lot of time away. Being part of the behavioral analysis unit meant sacrificing moments with loved ones, missing child milestones, and looking over holidays. All of that (Y/N) understood – she always understood.

Since she met the unit’s chief, she had learned just how much being a special agent took from a person. Aaron Hotchner had missed anniversaries, birthdays, parent-teacher conferences, and many other dates to count. But, of course, she acknowledged how hard it was they worked to keep people they didn’t know safe.

Still, she couldn’t help but get irritated from time to time. It was frustrating to have to tell Jack that his father wasn’t gonna be home for many of the days the little boy deemed special – his soccer games, his spring recital, his camp graduation. It was frustrating to get ready for dates that would never happen. It was frustrating to have to live their family life for the two of them.

“Hotch, we were supposed to pick out the tree by last week, and have it all decorated for this weekend,” (Y/N) spoke into her phone since it was the only way she could communicate with her husband. “You promised Jack we would have you home for Christmas this year, that we would do everything we haven’t in a very long time.”

“Look, (Y/N), I told you it wasn’t a sure thing that we’d be done with this case. I know I told him that I would be home, but I can’t just leave in the middle of work,” Hotchner argued. He knew he was hurting his family, the same thing he had done years ago and had vowed not to do again. “Just get a tree and we’ll decorate it when I come back.”

“Baby, you can’t keep doing this. He was so excited to have you home this weekend. You can’t keep making promises like this to him and not seeing them through. It’s gonna break the poor kid.”

“What do you want me to do, (Y/N)?” Hotch said, exasperation clearly laced in his words. “I can’t be in two places at once, okay? You knew this when you married me. I have a demanding enough job for you to be pestering me about it every single time I miss something.”

“So, that’s how it’s gonna be then?” the woman said trying to hold back tears. “Just one time, Aaron. I was just asking for this one time for you to be here. I understand that your job keeps you away and I’ve always been fine with it. But Jack misses you. He wanted his father here and he won’t be. Sorry that I had to try one more time before I broke the news to the kid.”

“Honestly, (Y/N), you’re starting to sound just like Hal....” Aaron stopped himself as soon as the words left his mouth. He knew how hard she tried to not push him as his late wife had. “(Y/N), wait…”

“Goodbye, Aaron.”

(Y/N) hung up the phone quickly, allowing herself to let the tears flow freely. She was hurt, she was angry, and she was defeated. She didn’t want to bother her husband about his job, she knew how important it was to him. But she simply wanted to give Jack a Christmas with his father and his mother figure together, at least once. If she couldn’t do it for the boy, what chance did the one that she had found out she was carrying have?

Instead of moping, she called up her brother and asked him if he could pick up a tree for her. He was the only one close enough that could.

“Do you think you could take Jack with you? I want him to be able to do Christmas-y things,” she told her brother Dean. “I would but I have horrible morning sickness and I can barely move from the bathroom as is.”

“Yeah, of course, I’ll take the little guy,” Dean chuckled. “But I don’t know how good they’ll be. It’s Christmas Eve Eve. I just can’t believe Aaron won’t be here for this.”

“D, don’t. Please,” (Y/N) sighed. “I already had a fight about it with him. I don’t want to think about it anymore.”

“Sorry, sis. I’ll come by in thirty to pick up Jack, alright?”

“Thanks, Dean. I really appreciate it.”

She went up the stairs to find little Jack in his bedroom drawing. The thing she dreaded the most was the sad gaze that fell upon him every time she had to tell him his father wouldn’t make it. But she would never badmouth his father to him – he was a hero.

“Hey, buddy. What’re you drawing there?”

“It’s a present for daddy,” he exclaimed. “This is you, daddy, and me decorating our tree. Isn’t it pretty?”

“Wow! It’s great, bud.” She had to hold back her tears again, not wanting the kid to be worried. “Jack, listen. Daddy’s not gonna be able to make it tonight like planned. But he has a case for you. You need to go with uncle Dean and you’re gonna pick out the best tree you can find – any tree you want. Make sure it’s big and pretty, okay?”

“Alright, I’m on it!” Excitement filled his voice; sure this is what was meant to happen.

The kid didn’t know any better yet. He still had high hopes for his father and thought he got sad when Aaron wasn’t there, he believed (Y/N) when she told him it was all part of a plan. He got ready quickly and told her all about the tree he was planning to get.

When his uncle got there, he was more than excited about going on his mission. (Y/N) zipped up his jacket, put his mittens on, and fixed the hat on his head. After she placed a kiss on his cold cheek, she helped him up into Dean’s truck.

“Okay, bud. Have a lot of fun with uncle Dean. I’ll see you when you get back,” she told him as she buckled him in his car seat. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Will do, momma,” he responded, kissing her cheek. “See you later.”

She waved goodbye as the pair rode out of the driveway. Soon after, she was on her knees in front of the toilet, barfing out what little she could eat for breakfast.

Alone in the house, her fears crept in again. What if she did have to raise Jack and the baby all by herself? What if one day she got the call that Hotch wasn’t coming back? In his line of work, anything could happen to Aaron – anytime and anyplace. It scared her. It gave her a crippling anxiety she could barely contain many days.

Hours passed and she went through a rollercoaster of emotions. At first, she was angry, then she was sad, then anxious, and finally angry again. She didn’t want to feel this way, but she couldn’t control it. Mainly it was the hormones but worrying over Hotchner often left her this way.

To distract her mind, she cleaned around the house, wrapped Jack’s presents, and cooked dinner. (Y/N) needed to focus on anything but Aaron or the baby. Because the more she thought about it, the more emotional she got.

By the time the boys came back to the house, (Y/N) was exhausted.

Jack ran into the house, the ball of energy he always was, and startled her. He was excited about the tree they had gotten and had not stopped talking since he stepped into the house. The boy plopped on the sofa right next to her, giving her a big hug as he continued his rambling.

Meanwhile, Dean struggled to pull the tree into the house. The tree was big enough and he was by himself. But with (Y/N)’s and Jack’s rooting, he was able to place it on the base and stabilize the trunk.

After they ate dinner and Dean left for his own place – with a bottle of whiskey as payment – (Y/N) readied Jack for bed. He was exhausted after a long and exciting day. As he kept talking about all they did, his eyes started to betray him, making his head bob.

“Do you think we could wait for daddy to do the tree?” Jack asked as he yawned.

“Well, honey, I’m not sure when he’s getting home,” she told him. “And tomorrow’s Christmas Eve so we won’t have much time to finish it.”

“I just want daddy to be here. We were going to do the tree together. He promised.”

“I know, buddy.” More tears. She bit down on her tongue so the liquid didn’t fall. She had to be strong, for Jack’s sake. “What if he comes in really late? You know you have to be asleep for Santa to leave your presents.”

“Well, you can do it then. But only if he comes in late. Promise?”

“I absolutely promise, darling,” she smiled down at him. “Good night, bud.”

“Night, momma.”

(Y/N) kissed his forehead and tucked him in, making sure he was warm for the night before turning off the light. She went to bed promptly after, a couple of tears in her eyes and ager swimming through her veins. Something told her Aaron wouldn’t be coming home on time.

***

The whole day.

Jack and (Y/N) were waiting the whole day for Aaron to walk through the doors, but he never did. She even went as far as to leave him a couple of angry voicemails on the phone. He simply didn’t come home.

Morning slowly shifted to night. And as snow packed onto the pavement outside, (Y/N)’s anger grew.

Time trickled by, and Jack grew more and more tired. As eleven o’clock rolled around, Jack was sound asleep on the couch. He had waited as long as he could for his dad to come home, but his body couldn’t take it.

Two more hours and (Y/N) heard movement outside. Headlights brightened the living room, Aaron’s car coming into view. As soon as it did, boiling anger crept over her. She put on a coat and went to meet her husband outside.

“Look, (Y/N)…” Aaron tried to start before his wife talked, but she beat him to the punch.

“No, Aaron. I’m tired of excuses. I’m tired of you saying that it’s your job. Tired of you going back on what you say to save other people. Meanwhile, I am doing my absolute best to keep this family together,” she sobbed. “You told me you had taken those days off to be here with Jack. That’s all he wanted for Christmas, he wanted his father to be here. But you couldn’t help it, could you? You still took another case. You couldn’t keep your promise, Aaron.”

“(Y/N), I know. I just…”

“Daddy!” Jack interrupted them, running into his father’s arms. “I knew you would make it.”

“Of course, buddy. I tried really hard to get here on time, but work held me back.”

“That’s okay,” the boy smiled. “We can do the tree now.”

“Honey, it’s a little late to be up,” (Y/N) told him. “But tomorrow we’ll all be together to open Santa’s present.”

“But I wanna stay up!”

“Jack, listen to your mom. We’ll do it next year, okay?”

“Okay!” The boy extended his arms to (Y/N), asking her to carry him inside.

She quickly obliged and put the kid in his bed. After going over their night routine, the woman headed downstairs. Her brows were furrowed and her arms crossed against her chest. If Hotchner couldn’t read her body language, he had no business being in his job.

But she didn’t talk. When she got downstairs and they started putting up the decorations, she didn’t say a single word. Instead, she worked around Aaron, who had rolled his sleeves and loosened his tie as he helped her. Or at least tried to.

Every time he placed an ornament out of place, (Y/N) would scoff or grunt in annoyance. Soon enough, he was growing tired of the silly game. It was childish and ineffective, he thought but didn’t dare say a word. He had screwed up. She had a right to be mad.

As he picked up a specific ornament, he was meant with another sound of disapproval.

“What now?” he said annoyed.

“That ornament is Haley’s,” she said, “Jack likes to put it at his height so he can look at it every time he stands in front of the tree.”

“I… I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t, Aaron. That’s because you’re never here to see these kinds of things. You didn’t know he likes to put all of his mother’s ornaments where he can see them; that he only asked Santa for a full day with his dad; he even drew a goddamn picture of how he wanted today to go,” she finally said. “That’s why he wanted you here. Because there are things he wants to do with you and show you, but he can’t. You’re missing out on him.”

“And I wish I could be here all the time, (Y/N), but I can’t. I can’t just decide today’s not good for me,” he responded. “Don’t you think it hurts me to miss those moments with him? That I wouldn’t trade it all for a day with him? But my work needs me.

“Your family needs you too!” She tried her best to keep her voice down, worried she’d wake the kid. But her emotions were taking over her, tears stinging her eyes. “We need you too, Aaron.”

“Where is this coming from? You’ve never been this pushy about my work. It makes no sense.”

“Because I’m scared!”

“Of what, (Y/N)?”

“That one day you won’t come home,” she sobbed. “I’m terrified every time you walk out that door; every time you don’t pick up your phone; every time you are SSA Hotchner, I am terrified. I don’t want to wake up one day and receive the call that you’re gone. Because I can’t do any of this without you, Aaron. I can’t raise a family without you – I don’t want to.

I know you love your job and I get the risk that comes with it – which is why I try my best not to bother you about it. But things have changed and your job can’t be the biggest thing in your life. You are not your job, Aaron.”

“What do you mean, darling? What has changed?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Aaron couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Everything was finally clicking into place. But he couldn’t find the right words to say as he processed the information he was given.

“Please, say something, Aaron. Anything.”

“God, I am so sorry, (Y/N).” He wrapped her in a tight hug, one hand on her neck and the other on the small of her waist. He needed to hold her and let her know he was there for her. “I shouldn’t have taken the case, you’re right. And I shouldn’t have said those stupid things I said. I should’ve kept my promise, but I couldn’t help myself. It’s hard for me to release control, and when the case fell on my desk I ignored my free days and went to Sacramento; I’m so sorry.

I know it must be hard to have to care for Jack, and now finding out you’re pregnant. I’m sorry I haven’t been here enough for you, darling.”

“I’m not asking you to give up your job, honey,” she cried into his chest. “I simply want for you to be more present. To be in your son’s life, to be in this baby’s life… in mine. That’s all we want.”

“And I will try harder at it, (Y/N). I swear I will.” Hotch was crying now, holding (Y/N)’s jaw with both of his hands to stare into her eyes. “I don’t want you to feel alone anymore. I don’t want to see Jack’s life through a video lens, much less this baby’s. Starting today, I promise you – and this time I intend to keep it – that I will be more present in our family. I can’t lose you either, darling.”

Aaron wiped away her tears before placing a kiss on her lips. It was a touch they needed, a touch they missed. Being away didn’t hurt one of them more than the other. It hurt them both.

“So, you’re pregnant?” Aaron chuckled as he wiped his tears away. When she nodded, he smiled brightly at her. “I’m gonna be a dad again.”

“You are, honey,” (Y/N) finally smiled. “But right now, we have to finish up this damn tree and put the presents under the tree.”

“Well, I know I’ve got the best present already. And I will do everything I can to guard it with my life.”

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I love Ever After High more than I could probably ever say, but I’ll try in honor of its 10th anniversary.

I discovered Ever After High when I was maybe 7 or 8 years old, so I was very young, and I LOVED Disney Princess movies (kind of ironic given the history, huh?) and so I discovered the Brothers Grimm fairytales, and I adored those too. I find a series from a YouTuber I don’t remember the name of (7 Super girls? Or something?) And I think the video was “What’s your favorite show?” And the girl in the video explains what Ever After High is and that sounds AWESOME to a little kid like me. It was a high school for the children of the Brothers Grimm characters?????? AMAZING! Obviously not much was aid about the more,,grizzly details of the stories as this was a child’s doll line as well.

I started watching, and I instantly fell in love with Raven Queen when I saw what her whole deal was, also I really liked her style, as I was a little emo kid, and Raven striving to be herself in a world that didn’t accept that, that she had to just follow the rules that actively worked against her. That struck a little cord with me, and I wouldn’t realize it until many years later, but, spoiler! I’m trans. Raven is a character that, in general, means so much to me. I full person and soul mean this when I say she is my favorite fictional character of all time. Raven Queen meant so much to me, and others as well.

Ashlynn and Hunter because I ate, slept and BREATHED True Hearts Day as a kid, to see these two people that loved each other, so deeply and true that they were willing to sacrifice their stories for one another despite the danger. Society told the two of them their love was wrong, Ashlynn’s best friend even told her she thought it was wrong, and that crushed Ashlynn. She even broke up with Hunter over her fears about their stories, but also so everyone would just. Stop. The whole reason they even told ANYONE was because Duchess had threatened to essentially out them when they weren’t ready.

Then, after all of that pain, and trail and tribulation they got up, well Ashlynn did, she got up and she told the whole world that she loves Hunter, and doesn’t care what anyone, or their destines have to think. If she can’t love Hunter and be a royal? Then call her Ashlynn Ella the rebel!

Then as the years went on, I got older, and Dragon Games aired. I saw Darling Charming, a character I didn’t really care about too much until I got older, and I saw her give “CPR” to Apple White, a character I hated, and ALSO grew to love as I got older.

My personal feelings to these character didn’t matter, though. I saw these girls KISS on screen. I saw two same gender people give TRUE. LOVES. KISS. to one another for the first time ever. It wasn’t just an m/f couple with some VERY gay subtext. Seeing that kiss was more magical than anything in the show. That one moment between two characters that I grew up watching, as if to say it was okay..I won’t lie when I tell you I maybe cried that night after I finished watching it. It made me feel so happy, so seen. Safe.

As I got older, I saw these characters in different lights, and I saw more depth to them than I ever did before. Characters I hated as a kid suddenly made more sense, this horrible system of destiny looked so much more daunting and scary than it ever did before. I hated Apple as a kid, and that’s an understatement. Sorry Apple fans, I love her now, and that’s because as I aged I saw more depth in her than I did when I was younger.

Apple was also a victim of destiny, just in a different way than say Raven, or Briar. She had such high expectations put on her from her mother, her father, the WHOLE SOCIETY THEY ARE STRUCTURED AROUND. Apple also faced a traumatic experience as a kid that also just reinforced this line of thinking. She had her entire life planned, if she liked that or not, and she couldn’t escape it. Apple was faced with harsh reality so suddenly at what was supposed to be the biggest, most important day of her entire life. All of that particular planning to be the perfect princess, her entire life’s purpose for as far as she knew, was over. Torn away in an instant with the rip of a page. It would make sense that Apple would take so long to come around to the idea of choosing your own destiny, or that CHOOSING can also mean living your destined story, but maybe with some tweaks.

Apple’s whole arc in Dragon Games and Way Too Wonderland is just so good. I love her so much.

ALSO Raven never even wanted to start a whole movement or anything, she just wanted to not be like her mother, she just didn’t want to be evil. She was just 15, like literally everyone else in the show. All she wanted was to exist as herself, and it was a battle to get close to that goal.

I realized as I aged, and in general became a tad more jaded towards the world that oppressive systems don’t really help anyone. A lot of kids at Ever After High, royal or rebel, is screwed over with the destiny system in some way. It made me think about our own society in ways I haven’t before, but that’s a talk for another day.

Also, as a kid I only had access to YouTube and maybe Netflix, so I didn’t read any of the books until literally about two years ago when I could get my hands on them, so I literally just have NEW information to sift through, and grow with a world that I’ve had for so long with me already.

I think there’s so much more i can say about family issues, and family non-issues, and about culture, or the way there are rebels who want their destiny, but still side with the rebels because they think everyone should have a free choice, or how Cedar and Cerise feel just a tad trans to me, or THE WONDERLANDIANS AND RED AND BADWOLF, but that’s more general fandom posting or a bit too personal, so I’ll just leave it here.

In conclusion, Ever After High, it’s been a beautiful, spellbinding 10 years and I’m so thankful for the fans, the people that made the series/dolls/books/etc, and that I wish all of these characters, and people a Happily Ever After in their own ways.

#eah #ever after high #raven queen #apple white #ashlynn ella #hunter huntsman #huntlynn #darling charming #dappling #cedar wood #cerise hood #10 years of ever after high #ever after high 10 years #way too wonderland #dragon games

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