#I got into quite the rambling mood oh gosh

[frozenjokes]

Signing Back In, Apparently - 15

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Pearl knew something was different today, something was wrong . Even still, it felt wrong to assume where he was going when he left the group for some time alone. It was wrong- and Mumbo didn’t deserve to live under her scrutiny no matter how much she wanted to protect him. They were both adults making their own adult decisions, and besides, Mumbo had granted her peace to work on her own Scar-related endeavors, so Pearl would give him the same opportunities.

But something was still wrong. The feeling never left her, not even after five, ten, fifteen minutes. In fact, Pearl only felt worse as the seconds passed, like something inextricably linked to her was about to be shattered. It didn’t take very long for her to excuse herself from the group as well, but only to better track the time. She could watch the clock in the tavern, pet Jellie, and most importantly, calm down. But Pearl did not calm down. She could hear talking from upstairs, one voice clearly Scar’s, but the tone sounded level. She yearned to hear a raised voice, or even a scuffle; anything for an excuse to intervene, but nothing felt like enough . She bit her lip, digging her nails into her legs. Scar could do anything. He could hurt Mumbo in a million different ways, and she would have to know she chose to sit and do nothing to stop it. Ten more minutes passed. Just when she couldn’t stand to stay away, she heard a door open, and Scar’s voice broke through more clearly.

“Now, don’t you get to thinking these wings are anything but a pain in the ass, but I will say, I’m starting to think there’s a reason my back has been feeling alright this week. Gosh, it’s even bearable now! That’s modern medicine for you!”

Pearl didn’t have much time to process before the door shut closed, and Scar came ambling down the stairs. He wore that smug-looking smile, as he always did, but his expression dropped upon seeing her on the landing.

“I go all week without seeing a wink of any of you, and bam! Two in the same hour! You’ve got good timing though, Pearl, Mumbo could use some support. He’s in quite the state, and for good reason,” Scar trailed off for a moment, snapping his fingers as if trying to retrieve a lost thought, “Ah, and you should know, I appreciate you! For keeping me on my toes, y’know? You’ve always had spirit, and I’m glad to see you’ve never lost that fire. Call me sentimental, but I’m feeling nostalgic,” Scar walked directly through her as he spoke, not even turning around as he continued, “Send Impulse and Grian my way, and they might get their own Scar patented appreciation message. Hell, maybe I’ll even let Cleo in on the action, she’s been dying to know about you guys, and I’m in quite the mood.”

Pearl didn’t stick around to hear more, the rest of Scar’s rambling fading into the background as she made her way up the stairs. If Scar was in this good of a mood after speaking with a ghost, something catastrophic must have happened. Given the energy pulsing from outside of Scar’s room, that seemed to be the case. She wasted no time before going inside.

“Oh god, Mumbo-” the words left Pearl’s mouth before she knew she was saying them, her body rushing forward. Mumbo’s rippling form was a heap on the floor, hardly recognizable as the shape of a person. He was literally falling apart; not just his back, but with cracks splintering through his arms, legs, face- Pearl had never seen it this bad. That damn ouija board sat on the ground beside him, and she couldn’t help but notice the blood splattered across the center. Had Scar been injured? She hadn’t noticed.. It didn’t matter now. Pearl felt something in her own form shift as she sat at his side.

“Pearl,” Mumbo’s voice came out as a wheeze, an odd, almost clicking noise behind the notes of his words, “Don’t be angry. Don’t.. Impulse and Grian..”

“I’m not angry, Mumbo, no one will be angry and you don’t have to worry, okay? Focus on yourself. Try and stay together. You’re going to get through this.” Out of habit, Pearl reached for Mumbo’s hand, but it was malformed, barbed(?) and beyond that, shattered into dozens of pieces. She bit her lip and settled for his arm instead, squeezing.

“I ruined the- I couldn’t stay away!” Mumbo nearly wailed, the desperation of his fear slamming through Pearl. She winced, keeping her tight hold. The clicks and buzzes spinning through Mumbo’s voice grew in volume and speed, “Don’t tell them. Don’t let them see. Please. ”

Pearl drew in a sharp breath as another crack fractured Mumbo’s body, accentuating his panic. Hiding this from Grian and Impulse.. No, it was undoubtedly a bad idea. Comparatively, she and Mumbo weren’t even very close, especially after their deaths. Pearl couldn’t help him alone . But would telling them send Mumbo over the edge? He was too fragile, she needed to be careful. She needed to prevent what happened to Grian from happening to Mumbo first, and then she could get more help. He needed to feel secure. She was going to have to try.

“I know a place, Mumbo, where we can talk just the two of us. Grian and Impulse don’t know, I only go when I need some time alone. No one will see you there.” Pearl held tight to the flash of hope in Mumbo’s eyes. For a second, his form slid back into something more solid as his focus changed to moving, to getting up, but flared again as his body moved in a hundred different pieces, none of which seemed to command much control.

“I can’t-” Mumbo’s voice peaked, panic rising.

“I’ll carry you. Don’t worry about the parts that lag behind, they’ll catch up. I’m kind of an expert in that department,” Pearl risked a small smile, gesturing to her torso, permanently split in two. The wretched look Mumbo returned to her was enough to shatter her heart into a thousand little pieces. She moved to scoop him up, taking extra care to hold his head and upper body together for some semblance of wholeness, letting the rest drag slowly behind. Relief fell over her when she felt his arms tighten around her back, even despite the barbs running down them. It was quite the effort to get around without spending too much time in the open, but her private spot just so happened to be underground, so she just needed to find a different route. Not too bad considering she knew this island like the back of her hand, but the pressure of Mumbo’s flickering form in her arms was enough to make her own body defect.

Finally, they made it. Pearl’s spot was a small cavern cut from the side of a cliff face, one of the only places on the island where the elevation was high enough to house anything underneath it. It looked out on the sea, and it was beautiful. It was hers. For a human, it would be treacherous to navigate; spiked rocks dotted the cave and the waters below, only barely hidden at low tide. Wouldn’t be very comfortable either, as rogue waves often broke through the entrance, soaking the floor and anyone unlucky enough to be standing too close. But she wasn’t human. The rocks made her feel safe, and the waves were exciting; she could almost feel their cold when they would crash through her body. She could almost remember the taste of the salty water. Regret pricked at her stomach knowing it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, especially if she managed to find Grian and Impulse. Well, there was no time to linger. She bent down at the back of the cavern, setting the largest pieces of Mumbo down while the rest caught up behind her. However, Mumbo only tightened his grip as Pearl tried to stand back up, so she joined him, if for no other reason than to save her back from being shredded.

“I’m not going anywhere, you’re going to be okay,” she whispered, met with a long silence. At this point, she wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad sign. What was she supposed to do? Should she ask what happened? Stay quiet? Would it be a bad thing to remind Mumbo he had claws or barbs or whatever it was on his arms, and that it very much hurt? Pearl began to feel like a cornered animal. She wasn’t built for this. Impulse was good at this kind of stuff- talking, emotions- and Grian always seemed to know how to say the right thing to release tension. Why had she anticipated a fight instead of whatever was happening here?

“Pearl,” Mumbo rasped, snapping her from her own thoughts, “It’s not going to get better. He- this was supposed to fix me, but I still feel it. The pull, it’s still there, and I got what I wanted and it’s still there.”

“I don’t understand,” Pearl looked for answers in his face, but it was buried in her shoulder. This helplessness hurt more than anything in the world. She couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t say anything, only looking dumbly at the back of his head, like staring would do anything to fix the cracks. Maybe instead, she could be angry. She could stop the man that did this. “What did Scar do, Mumbo?”

Mumbo’s body seized in response, possibly a reaction to Scar’s name, but Pearl couldn’t repress a yelp as Mumbo’s arms tore into her back.

“No- I’m hurting you!” Mumbo startled, pushing back with some pieces of his shattered legs, ultimately falling back when he lost his balance. “I can't- I’m sorry!” If Mumbo’s body had relaxed at all in these past minutes, all that progress was immediately erased, the air filling with more buzzes and clicks. Pearl nearly covered her eyes as his body rippled with color and light, but forced herself forward to grab him.

“You’re fine. It’s fine. I can handle it, I’ve seen a lot worse, you know that,” Pearl half-laughed, a strangled sound that only escaped her at her most stressed. She wasn’t cut out for this, not by herself! “We can fix this. I can fix this. We’ll put you back together once you get more solid. I can’t quite see how things fit yet, not that anything would go back in this state.”

“Pearl, Scar didn’t do this- I did this. It’s my fault.”

“Of course Scar did this,” Pearl fell back on her anger, letting it take the lead, “ What happened? I can find a way- I can do something. I can keep this from happening again.” She tried not to think about how she had made that same vow just weeks prior. Pearl frowned as the memory of Grian’s disfigured body surfaced, her form stirring in turn.

“ I trapped him, Pearl. I forced him to tell me-” Mumbo’s breath hitched, and Pearl was pretty sure his form shifted in turn, but she was starting to find it difficult to see, “I forced him to answer me. To tell me why he murdered us.”

“ What?”

“It was supposed to fix me, Pearl- to cut whatever is keeping me tied here- it- but it’s just worse. I’m never going to get away, Pearl. I’m stuck. I’m going to be stuck forever, dragging the rest of you down.”

“No, no, that can’t be true. It- that’s not good- but there has to be another solution to this. This- this is fine, actually! We can work on this!”

“ Pearl, I can’t move on! He told me exactly what I needed to know, and it did nothing. It was supposed to release me!”

“I know, I understand, but maybe it wasn’t- maybe you just needed something different, something you might not even know yet? Mumbo, it’s not over for you, I promise. You can’t panic. If all else fails, this will end when Scar is dead, and trust me , I’m working on it. We will all be free.”

“But- what if it doesn’t work?”

“Listen, I know my past attempts have gone poorly, but with The Haunted Island, when we go back I’ll-”

“ No Pearl. I mean what if he dies, and we’re still stuck. What if it just doesn't work. I know exactly what I wanted from Scar- he told me everything and nothing changed. I don’t- what if it’s really just hopeless.”

His words stopped Pearl in her tracks, but it was only a moment before she recovered, “That’s impossible. Our ties, all of our ties , are to Scar. We go wherever he goes, and if he’s dead, those ties can’t exist anymore. Plus, it’ll make me feel a hell of a lot better.”

“How do you know that for sure? What if he dies and we’re all stuck at that spot? What if he comes back as a ghost or- something else,” Mumbo stuttered at the last idea, curling into himself, “I don’t know what Cub did, but it’s changing him I think. I don’t know. Maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s fine.”

Pearl opened her mouth to argue, but the words dried on her tongue. Was this about the wings? Hadn’t Scar mentioned them earlier..? Something about his back.. oh. No. No, that was impossible. Killing Scar would fix this, it would solve everything. It- it had to solve everything.

“Pearl, your body- no, I.. I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Mumbo put his hands- arms- over his face, his eyes? Did he still have them? He must, if he could see her. Pearl, on the other hand, was finding it much harder to see. What was happening to her body? The lines of her form were bright and blurry; it hurt to look for too long. And they were.. shifting? Ah.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Mumbo. Let’s just- we can fix this.”

“You keep saying that, but I’m starting to think I’m only making everything worse.”

“No, no, this could be good!” Pearl felt something leave her, something important, but it was quickly replaced by a new excitement, almost manic in nature, “Mumbo, Grian when he- when this happened- he was physical, at least a little, wasn’t he?” Suddenly, it was getting much harder to talk. That was fine. She could be quick.

“Oh god, Pearl, this isn’t- you don���t want to-”

“He didn’t touch Scar, but he still managed to nearly kill him and- well- Grian could still touch ghosts too. If Scar comes back..”

“But ghosts can’t die .”

“I’ll destroy him. There won’t be anything left.”

“But-”

“Mumbo. Please,” Pearl had to strain to make her voice heard now, but that was okay. This had to happen. She wouldn’t hesitate again.

“ Pearl, ” she heard his voice, but was having a difficult time with his form. His silhouette just didn’t look right. Lankier in all the wrong places. Even now, his words were starting to fade into her periphery; she barely even registered the buzzes and clicks. “ I’m scared ,” broke through, heightening her awareness long enough to remember who was still here with her.

No, don’t be scared, you don’t have to be scared anymore. It’s going to be over. I’m going to fix everything.

But the words didn’t leave her. She wasn’t quite sure if she had a mouth to speak. Well this was a problem. She couldn’t lose control before letting the other, Mumbo , know it was alright. She reached forward two, no, four arms to hold him, to make sure he knew. The last thing she remembered thinking was how odd it felt to press against another unstable form. And then she, well, he felt a spike of panic, pain, the unabating dread that something was deeply wrong. But it was okay. It was okay. When Scar was destroyed, this would all end.

#hermitcraft #pirates smp #boatem #boatemghostsau #pearlescentmoon #mumbo jumbo #grian #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #impulsesv

[writingsofwesteros]

Wanted to share my thoughts on Aegon x Bimbo because I’m obsessed with the pairing at the moment!!

She met Aegon when he saw her shopping one day for some new clothes, he was doing his own shopping and just walking around as it’s better than sitting at home and getting berated by every single one of his family members. He has friends (if you could call them that) but they’re not really friends, more like people with similar personalities. He spots her in a shoe shop just looking for what he isn’t sure. She’s near some pink stilettos bending down trying them on and she’s in the tiniest fucking skirt so he has a full view of her arse and her pretty white G-string that has a little diamond heart connecting all of the pieces at the back.

Honestly he’s obsessed at first sight. She’s tiny but has curves and a small stomach, thick thighs and the most adorable dimples when she smiles. He’s actually a little nervous to ask her out which is odd he’s a whore and this is basically a routine at this point. She spots him and asks him if he could just hold her arm while she stands he immediately agrees, arm? Leg? Finger? Strand of hair? Neighbours dog? He’ll hold it for her.

She looks at him properly when she’s stood and couldn’t help but blurt out: “Oh my gosh! Your eyes are so pretty! Are they real? And you have such nice lips! Do you use gloss? Because I use Fenty, you know Rhianna? And mine don’t look that smooth. I’m actually kind of jealous right now. But in a good way! A way where I want to be you because you’re so pretty! Seriously! I had this friend at school she was called Kate and she was so jealous of everyone in a bad way, like there was one time when one of our other friends Sarah.K came in with a new bag and she was just like super mad about it all day because she didn’t have a new bag and she wanted a new bag and she was just so mad about it and that made Sarah.L say something because her mood was bumming everyone out and then everyone had a big argument and it just all went to crap because then something else happened and it turned out that Sarah.K was actually mad that our first friend, you know the one with the new bag? Yeah, slept with her boyfriend. Anyway, so, do you use fenty?”

He actually kept up with the entire thing and came out in a deep, tepid voice with: “Wow! The friend with the new bag is a bitch!”

She smiles at that because people don’t normally listen to her when she rambles and she just rambled in front of one of the cutest boys she’s ever met in her entire life. She says her name and he says he didn’t want to say his at first as, his family name is well known and he isn’t always shown being the best person when it comes to the tabloids and news. He says it though and she shows no recognition of knowing him further than “The big corporation with a lizard thing as it’s mascot? I always thought the lizard thing was cute.”

They get to talking and he’s just walking around with her while she shops, she talks to him as if they’ve known each other for years. It’s actually quite nice. He got to talking asking questions about her, her interests, hobbies, any pets? Favourite colour, best shoe brand, favourite type of bread, everything he does not want this conversation to end, there’s this beautiful little lady in front of him looking at him like he’s the best thing she’s ever seen, she thinks he’s so interesting and cool and that feels nice, she answers everything he throws at her even the bread question. She’s making him carry some of her shopping bags as she continues to shop and when it gets to around dinner time and the sun is setting, so they set off to the parking lot.

He instantly agrees and she tells him ti get in the passenger side of her obviously light pink VW Beetle Volkswagen, it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen in his life and the inside smells like cherries. He asks her questions on the drive to her house: “You can bake? Is that something you enjoy or do you do it for fun?” “No I love to bake! Anything absolutely everything! Scones, carrot cake, brownies, shortbread, sponge cake, macaroons, eclairs everything you can think of! I want to open up a shop when I have everything! A little bakery called ‘The Cookie Corner’ I think it sounds cute and I can’t wait!”

The arrive at her house and it’s a cute little pink cottage a little into the woods, she says she chose this place because she felt like a princess in the woods who bakes and talks to animals, only she does it in five inch heels, mini skirts and acrylic nails.

Jumping out and taking all of her bags in he can see the walls are pale pink with laminate flooring, pink drapes and curtains, two pale pink armchairs with cushions a pink ottoman in the middle of them with a side table draped in a pink sheet that has cup holsters on it, there’s a light pink couch that has a fluffy blanket thrown over the back of it, a checkered pink and white rug underneath it, there’s a little carousel horse in the corner. In conclusion, she likes pink… it all goes together very well though, nothing looks too much or out of place.

She tells him to take his shoes off and to get comfy while she puts the bags upstairs and changes into something more comfortable, she says there’s big shirts and joggers he can borrow if he’s like to get comfy while she bakes and they watch a film and he can see this being the beginning of a very fun night.

LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!

I'm obsessed with your thoughts and descriptions ! They are truly amazing <3

I love that she babbles so much and he listens to her. I wonder what comfortable clothes mean to her ;)

I think Aegon is going to enjoy such sweetness, he needs it

#bimbo!reader

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Hello! This is my first time doing something like this! May I please request Cactus Gunman comforting a reader who has nightmares often? I need some sweet fluff in my life.

I hope this is alright, this is my first time writing for him! Also I hope you don’t mind I made it more platonic than romantic.

You suffer from nightmares quite often, which would sometimes keep you up for half of the night before you’re actually able to go back to sleep. However, since you’ve arrived at Gregory House, you swore they only got worse and occurred more often.

You sat up quickly in your bed, eyes wide with fear as you looked around the room, a bit of sweat rolling down your face. You had just woken up from the second nightmare of the night. You got out of bed, slipped on a pair of slippers/sandals, as you’re not walking around barefoot in this damn hotel. You sighed softly and walked out of your room, walking towards one specific room. There was one resident, aside from Gregory, who knew about your constant nightmares, and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell Gregory about them.

You walked up to a dark green colored door with CG carved beautifully on the door. You knew exactly who this room belonged to, and that’s exactly who you’re here to see. You knocked on the door and called out, “it’s alright, G, it’s just me!” It was silent for a few moments before you heard a faint ‘come in’ from the other side of the door. You opened the door and walked into the room, closing the door behind you.

“Hey, G.” You rubbed the back of your head, as if nervous about something. Cactus Gunman had noticed your nervousness, and he immediately picked up on what could be the problem, especially since he was the only one aside from Gregory who knew about your nightmares.

“Did you have another nightmare, Y/n?” He asked you, sounding a bit worried

“Yeah, I did… and I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

“Did you want to talk about it?”

“Well, I would, if I remembered what it was…”

“Hey, that’s alright, it’s not a bad thing to not remember the nightmares. At least you don’t have to think about it, it wasn’t scary enough to be remembered, or at least that’s how I see it.”

“Huh.. I suppose you’re not completely wrong.” You sat down beside him on his bed.

“Of course not! I’m not stupid, Y/n.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You laughed a bit, shaking your head.

“If you want, you could stay here for the night..?” It sounded more like a question than a suggestion, but seeing as you weren’t going back to sleep anytime soon, you figured you may as well stay here.

“Alright, if you’re so sure.”

“Of course I’m sure.” You shook your head once more and lie down, looking around at some of the things in his room, which you hadn’t really noticed before. Well, you have, but you haven’t really thought much about it.

“Hey, G?”

“Yeah?”

“…what is with half of these things in your room?”

“Oh, uh, I suppose it reminds me of home in a sense.”

“Huh.. I suppose that would make sense for you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you’re constantly on the run, yeah? Or at least, were?”

“…just go back to sleep, Y/n.” You laughed a bit in response. Gosh you would hug him if you could, but you knew if you did, you’d be picking out prickles from your pjs, and you were not in the mood to be doing that at this moment. You really appreciate what he does for you, letting you talk and ramble about not only your nightmares, but other things such as what you could remember from before you ended up here at Gregory House.

“Hey, G..”

“What is it?”

“…thanks for being here to talk to me about the nightmares, and just in general. You could literally be spending your time talking and paying attention to anyone else, yet you like being around me.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to be around you, Y/n? I should be the one thanking you, putting up with my shenanigans.”

“Yeah, you don’t say.” You said in a bit of a playful tone, making him roll his eyes in response.

“Oh hush you.” You chuckled a bit and closed your eyes.

“Oh..? Are you going to try going back to sleep?”

“Yeah, I think I will.”

“Alright, sleep well, Y/n.” You heard him shift a bit, most likely turning over onto his side or something. You shrugged it off and after lying there for a bit, you both soon fell asleep, and for once, you weren’t bothered by nightmares for the rest of the night.

#gregory horror show #ghs #sfw #cactus gunman #ghs cactus gunman #gregory horror show cactus gunman #reader insert #fluff #platonic #platonic oneshot #oneshot

[nonbinary-protogen]

Special weapon

Characters: Nova, Sun, Moon

Cw: tying, pinning, double team, aftercare, a very ticklish animatronic getting wrecked

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"Nova! Give me my hat back!"

The nighttime attendant, Moon, was chasing the celestial explosion animatronic, Nova.

"No! Its mine now!" Nova shouted as he jumped and grabbed onto suns legs.

Sun shrieked, having no idea what's going on.

"Ah! What are you two doing?"

"Nova wont give me my hat back"

"Because you said you'd get me a hat 2 MONTHS AGO"

Moon sighed while listening to Nova's constant complaining. He can get like this when he's angry or upset. While Nova was rambling, he didn't quite notice Moon taking off his shoes. Moon would've giggled when he saw Nova having the same paw-like sensory padding that he and sun had.

The sensory padding was for holding kids easier, for overwhelmed kids, so Nova wouldn't step on anyone's fingers, and just in case the child-like animatronic got bored or overwhelmed himself. However, these lil pads have a downside, they're extremely sensitive on Nova's feet because stepping on fingers is a lawsuit waiting to happen. Making them also extremely ticklish. Moon learned that both from sunny and the hard way, by saying he's not ticklish. The cherry on top was that Nova was already unbearably ticklish, so that would pump up the ticklishness on the feet padding a LOT more.

Moon grabbed Nova's ankles

"HEY hey Moon w-what're you doing!? Y-you know my pads are extremely sensitive!"

"Oh nothing, i just wanna use my special weapon~" Moon teased as he ghosted his claws over Nova's pads.

Nova gasped and started giggling and trying to kick.

"Mohohohoon nohoho"

"Whaaat, im not even touching 'em~"

While Nova was distacted, Sun got off the rope and tied Nova's hands. Sun placed a hand on Nova's tummy.

"Relax~ we're not going to tickle you yet~"

"EEP! Nohohohoho guys..."

Nova made a very bad mistake, not only stealing Moon's hat when he's in a ler mood but also grabbing onto sun when he's in a ler mood. Nova tried freeing his hands before Moon said something.

"If you try and break free Sun will just have to pin you while he goes for one of your worst spots yet~ your neck. "

"I think Nova here just did this for the tickles, he seems very excited~"

"Oh Nova, you could've just asked, I was gonna tickle sunny over here anyways~"

"Wait what."

Moon didn't answer and started tracing the pads while Nova was already giggling wildly.

"Mohohohoon cuhuhuhut it ohohohohout!"

"I don't think i will~"

Moon dug his claws into Nova's pads causing him to shriek and break into hysterical laughter.

"NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAOO! IHIHIHI- NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!"

"Hehehe, what's wrong~ you ticklish there?~"

Sun started poking at Nova's tummy, pretending to count the stars.

"One....two....three- oops i lost count~"

"WAHAIT NO! OHOHOOHOHOOO EHEHEHEHEHHEHEE!"

Moon scritched Nova's lil feet while Sun poked at his belly. Poor Nova would've been out of breath if he had lungs, and all he could do is squirm and beg for mercy.

This felt like an eternity for Nova, when really it was only a few minutes.

But then, the lights of the pizzaplex went out, making Nova's virus activate. They stopped tickling.

"Good thing we have him tied up, or else he would've tried to snap someone's neck"

"Mhm-"

Nova swung backwards and kicked moon while he untied himself.

"You just had to open your mouth sun-"

While he rolled over to get up, Sun jumped ontop of him, pinning him to the floor.

"You may not be Nova now...but you're in Nova's body, and Nova's extremely ticklish~"

Nova jumped and squirmed trying to get away. Sun reached and started gently tickling his neck and tummy. He giggled, though, it sounded like if Nova's voice box was waterboarded, on fire, and beat up all at once, distorted basically.

"Ehehehehehehehahahahahaa!"

"Your voice may sound like you're in a broken 1900's tv but your giggles are still so cute"

The virus didn't say anything, just giggled. Gosh it tickled so badly and he just wanted to burst into hysterics. Moon got up and started tickling the pads again.

"I may have fallen, but i have not fallen forever!"

"Khkhkhkhehehehehe! S-stop it!"

He's still trying so hard not to burst out into laughter, though he failed when Sun traced his claws all over his tummy and neck.

"Kkkkkkkkkk NYAHAHAHAHAHAA EHEHEHEHEE! IHIHIHIHIHIT THIHIHIHIHICKLES!"

"We know it does~ that's why you're laughing~"

Sun lowered his head to Nova's belly as Moon stopped his tickle attack.

"Nohohoho plehehehehease, n-no raspberries please"

"Ohoho, but your giggles make it veeeery tempting~"

Without warning, Sun pressed his faceplate on Nova's tummy before blowing a raspberry on it.

"EHEHEHEHEHEHEE! S-STAHAHAP- HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Hey, maybe i should join"

Moon crawled over to Nova.

'Oh gosh it HAD to be my neck.....i thought i was gonna snap someone's neck but instead im getting tickled......there goes my fair share of the night hours' Nova thought in in his head, not being prepared for what's gonna come next.

Moon nuzzled into Nova's neck, inhaling. Nova finally realized, but it was too late they already raspberried his belly and neck.

"OHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOSH! IHIHIHIHIHIT THIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

In the middle of the attack, the lights of the pizzaplex came back on, letting the actual child-like animatronic take over. Both daycare attendants had'nt noticed it. Nova was hit with an extremely ticklish feeling on his neck and tummy.

"WAHAHAHAHAIT WAHAHAHAHAIT!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA NYOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!"

They both stopped, well, not entirely. Sun kept softly tracing patterns on Nova's tummy, keeping him giggling.

"Now, where's Moon's hat?"

"Ehehehehee! Um, ihihi dropped ihihihit sohohohomewhere"

Sun pulled Nova into a hug as moon went to go get his hat.

"Have we tickled you too much?"

"What's yohohour definition of too much?"

"Ok then yes"

Sun was petting Nova on the head to calm him down. Moon came over and joined the group hug.

[lady-plantagenet]

Unsolicited Book Reviews (n5): Wife to theKingmaker

Rating:

⭐️⭐️⭐️

Even before I had an account I had a tendency to go to tumblr to see people’s opinions before buying a histfic novel. Certain books are either severely underrepresented where I feel like there needs to be something on them, whereas others that are talked about enough - something more can still be said. So for my quarantine fun, I had decided to start a series where I review every medieval historical fiction novel I read. Hopefully, it will either start interesting discussions or at least be some help for those browsing its tag when considering purchasing it.

TL;DR: Ok swear to god this book was written by two different people. The ending was actually heart-wrenching, but so much had annoyed me throughout that I swore to myself to never again touch this genre for my own health. Twas an odd tale, and tbh the fact that it was odd probably elevated it from the 2 stars (or hell maybe even 1 if it was going to get any more richardian) to 3. Honestly, quite glad I read it in the end. Not the most historically informative, but some of the character arcs were actually quite neat (however extremely farfetched). Spoiler Warning: I’m going to divulge a lot on here because I know no one who follows me is going to read this book.

Plot: Ok, the plot... It was only after I placed my order that I realised this is the Sandra Heath Wilson of ‘Cicely’s King’ fame. I cringed and didn’t know what to do. For all you innocents out there... her Cicely series is a saga wherein Cecily of York pretty much bangs everyone who is male and from the house of york (minus her father and uncle George) and Even Henry VII(!!). She then has this kid by Richard III, calls him Leo and the rest is history(this is what I gleaned from goodreads). Nevertheless it had already shipped and honestly I had it coming; the synopsis does say she has an affair with her brother-in-law John Marquis of Montagu. Whatever, I couldn’t resist buying the only novel about Anne Beauchamp, and since it was published in the 70s/80s I knew it would at least be flamboyant and go all out. It delivered enough for it to have been worth reading.

So the novel follows Anne Beauchamp!(Nan) from when she is a 13 year old girl to 1478 when she finally leaves Beaulieu to go live at Middleham with her (as you guessed it- favourite) daughter Anne and her oh so belovéd son-in-law Richard Duke of Gloucester - You see? Since now finally the Great Other (Mr George) is finally vanquished England has its peace. Of course this is not true, Nan historically left the abbey in 1473 for Middleham and while I wanted a possible explanation from the author (who I would assume is better researched than I) for whether she went to Middleham out of her own volition or simply because the King trusted Gloucester better than Clarence... alas I got none. It was all pinned on the fact that the evil George (who as per usual alternates between omnipotent mastermind to absolute drunken himbo at the turn of a page) would not have her free for as long as she lived (for whatever reason). I really think the real historical explanation was because Edward trusted Gloucester - because after all Warwick Castle was Nan’s patrimony not Middleham. I doubt Nan had a choice in the matter but, the point is, Isabel was alive in 1473 and since there’s zero historical record or suggestion that Nan and Anne had ever seen her again, it would have been nice to have had a depiction of the conflicted feelings or a final meeting written for the three women. I’ll let it slide I guess, after all, one needs to cut some slack when it comes to books written pre-internet age by non-historians. And unlike Sunne in Splendour, this book does not purport to be completely accurate or a representation of the truth.

Christ some sub-plots were truly unexpected. One that made me groan at first was the whole arc between Nan and her niece Eleanor Butler. In this book she’s her ward (not historically true) and little Eleanor is all sweet and innocent and virtuous and, hell, at one point we get more Nan-Eleanor interaction than even between Nan - her own daughters (particularly Isabel who would have been the right age and a better substitute for Eleanor in their dialogue, but alas, who cares about Isabel right?). Eleanor even is the one to accidentally discover that Margaret of Anjou slept with Edmund Beaufort, siring Edward of Lancaster.

Ok. You’re probably thinking, god how trite eugh the Richardians are at it again, right? Yeah ok the Richardians are at it again, but it turns into something really neat at the end. Essentially, as I said, Nan has an affair with John Neville Marquis of Montagu (long story that I will expand on in characterisation) and she and him come upon Edward and Eleanor (overhearing them nothing more). So Edward and Nan then have this mutually assured destruction between them, because Edward divulges that he saw Nan and John years later when Nan confronts him (by this time he is married to Elizabeth Woodville) that she knows about the pre-contract with the intention of telling him off. He tells her that if she dares tell Warwick about the pre-contract he will tell Warwick about John, so she then agrees (also because she promised her niece that she would keep it quiet for the safety of her son by Edward). Years later when they meet again, Edward realised how much is at stake for Nan (especially since it turned out she loved Warwick all along and Edward figured that out), and so, during the period of John’s back-and-forth loyalties (we know he was disgruntled by the loss of the Northumberland Earldom)... Edward returns and tells Nan that if Montagu abandons him he will out her to Richard and cause a massive division between the brothers (militaristically speaking as well) and he knows he can do that because he figures out Nan will not out him because she blubbs about her promise to her niece. This madness then becomes bittersweet when (as history would have it) Montagu does end up fighting for Warwick, nevertheless, Nan is releaved during the whole time because there’s nothing in Warwick’s letters that give any indication that Edward ended up exposing her. Warwick dies in the battlefield, Nan is deeply aggrieved but happy he never found out at least. But then... years later when Edward comes to Beaulieu (1478 as this story would have it) to inform Nan that she may depart for Middleham, he tells her that he in fact did expose her to Warwick... but that Warwick didn’t believe him and laughed in his face because he thought there was no way she could be unfaithful because he knew she loved him. This sounds silly but it got to me a bit when I read it. Of course, we also have Edward saying he regretted his handling of the pre-contract affair because apparently Elizabeth Woodville had since lost interest in him and he’s hurt by how she shows no reaction to him having mistresses and he’s kinda given up, whereas Eleanor would have been more of a lapdog. This was essentially the centrepiece of the plot.

Look, I don’t really read these types of novels as a habit so I don’t know if bizarre plot lines like this are commonplace. Not going to lie though, it threw me and it was pleasantly enjoyable. This is basically what is to be said about the plot... the rest goes into characterisation. Nevertheless, this novel too often fell into the exposition trap (like telling us what is happening politically instead of showing us). While I appreciated the refresher of what happened 1445-1461 and I understand that the target audience of this book aren’t Wars of the Roses experts, I’ve seen it done more smoothly in many other more literary novels (eg Hawley Jarman’s or Lytton-Bulwer’s Last of the Barons). I’ve often said Sunne in Splendour was terribly dry and exposition-heavy, but at least it had historical detail so I could sometimes switch off and treat it as a non-fiction account for battles and character locations. But with this one I a) don’t have faith that the author paid attention to detail; see what I said earlier about the years 1473-1478, so I won’t take this as information and b) know that if she had done this with the years I know more about: 1461-1478, I would have gotten annoyed because of my familiarity with those decades.

Characterisation: Well we have lovelorn saintly Dickon here - always a pet peeve of mine. Look, I don’t have strong opinions about the man but it just innures me how whenever Richardianism rears it’s ugly head the plot suffers massively and it’s always favourite figures of mine that suffer the most. George Duke of Clarence... oh god, what can I say? Wife-beater, alcoholic, is disgusted by his wife when she is ill (you know, unlike the historical Clarence who had resided in the Abbot’s home near the infirmiary for the last months of his wife’s lying-in and after to be close to her and thereafter stuck with her until she passed away and two months after that as well), is stupid yet somehow still devious, is the indirect cause of her death... the list goes on. Welp, at least this Clarence unlike the Sunne in Splendour one has an elegant bearing, sense of fashion and is a great dancer. The Sunne one had NOTHING. It’s also odd that they make his attitude towards Isabel undergo a complete 180 as soon as he realises this marriage will no longer make him king. This makes no sense as the book has them want to marry for love, like YEARS before 1469, so this sudden attitude change makes no sense. Authors really need to be reminded that crown or no crown that marriage would still have made him the greatest magnate in England. There was also a ridiculous handling on the circumstance of his death, and this was the most factually wrong part of the book. Between Ankarette being aged down by 4 decades and the whole shmaz with Stillington, I don’t know where to begin. I bet most of you can guess how it was handled. Isabel is as per usual constantly depressed and without a personality because, well, we can’t have her compared to our shining heroine Anne Neville. 3x more beautiful, 5x more vivacious and 20x more significant than her doormat of a sister who complains all day- that is when she isn’t crying. Gahhh. Of course Anne Neville also cries but it’s for her beloved Dickon who she pines for constantly. Look, I have no qualms with romanticising this pairing, but authors need to keep in mind that Anne was like 13 at most when she became estranged from Gloucester. You. Need. To. Stop. Writing. Her. Like. A. Woman. . I don’t care what anyone says, no matter the time period, you can’t make me visualise a 13 year old that could feel romantic love of that deep a devotion and maturity and not send me laughing across the floor. But want to write a strong childish infatuation coming from a place of deep friendship? Fine by me.

Ok, onto more positive characterisation points: I liked Nan, quite a lot actually (I mean blatant daughter favouritism aside). A lot of authors attempt to write the proud noblewoman and great lady character but few pull it off. This is always how I have seen the real Anne Beauchamp and I’m glad to see it here. For a novel so insensitive towards certain figures, the author wrote Nan with great empathy. She was very intelligent but not in that artificial girlboss way, she loved her daughter(s) but in that medieval mother type of way (so no baby brain here), she may have not gotten along splendidly with all the women around her but there was none of that demeaning cattiness. About that, I want to say I was shocked by what a turn her relationship with Margaret of Anjou took. Since the whole Somerset-bastard child plotline was a thing... Nan was initially revolted and lost all her respect for Lancaster, but when the two women find themselves joined by fate they gain this strange mutual respect for one another. They butt heads a bit initially but Margaret of Anjou rises above it for her son’s sake and eventually strikes up an agreement with Nan on when they are to set sail. Margaret first won’t listen to Nan because she thinks she’s a fool but when she eventually slips by to tell Nan that she had thought about her plan and that maybe she’s right, she doesn’t apologise and Nan doesn’t need her to and it’s this weird telepathic understanding from then on and I certainly did not expect to see something like this in this novel. After the landing in England and news of Warwick’s death reaches the party, Margaret doesn’t gloat but diplomatically relays the news and when Nan says she wants to take sanctuary because she lost all heart and can’t fight on, Edward of Lancaster gently says something like: well if you come with us, you’ll at least get your revenge and that’s at least something (paraphrase). You could just tell this was Edward’s way of offering condolences, the type of way a child like him raised through war and promises of vengeance only could, and it was oddly powerful. Shame it couldn’t have happened as Nan and Margaret and Isabel all travelled at seperate times. The whole theme around Nan was that she wasn’t very partisan but only followed her husband as a magnate and then as a man, which I believe and it was great to see Team Lancaster understood Warwick was a seperate entity from York, and for all intents and purposes they were all in this together. Cool-headedness is much needed in this genre I realise, god how low flies the bar ~

Now onto the characterisation most people are wondering about. What of Warwick? He was the saving grace of the novel. He has the common touch yet he is sophisticated, he is idealistic yet he is shrewd, he is impassioned yet collected, he is dramatic yet subtle, he is ... I can go on and on. What is all the affair plot point about then? It doesn’t diminish the bond between the two main characters; to tell you quite truthfully the relationship the author wrote was bizarre yet still really touching. They used to hate eachother because Nan thought herself above him (after all the Warwick earldom was far more valuable than the Salisbury one- remember it was briefly a dukedom at one point), but then she sees what he made of himself and becomes proud of him and falls in love with him. However, he starts to get carried away with his ambitions, gets all-consumed by the legend of Warwick that he had cultivated and essentially becomes impersonal without wanting to (and realising). Nan feels she has lost him to the people of England (which are apparently all hypnotised by his presence, which ok is a fact grounded in history) and because of her wounded pride she starts seeking comfort in his brother (although, it makes little sense how this would work as I would gather he would also be away, especially at the Scottish boarders). When he refuses to support Warwick over Edward later on, she loses all feelings for Montagu and thinks him a coward, and when Warwick apologises for being amiss she realises that this whole time it was him she loved all along and is racked with guilt. I found this exploration of what it is like being wed to a man of such public standing quite interesting, the idea of losing him not to another woman or such but to his cause (which in this book is a mixture of belief in the french alliance, the common weal and subconsciously his own wounded pride brought on by an extreme adherence to inflexible chivalric values on his part and Edward IV’s actions), I confess, is not something I saw portrayed in this particular manner anywhere else. I mean it’s not like I’ve been searching for this particular motif, but this was a refreshing depiction of a medieval couple and it was a poignantly written relationship which the author had me invested in. The relationship was heartfelt because it was very distinct, Nan and Warwick weren’t just some stand-ins for a cash-grab but some consideration was paid to the real historical figures. The John plotline, sure I would in principle protest against something like this but it seems to have had two plot purposes: To illustrate the strain caused by the aforementioned issue and to kick off the whole Edward-Eleanor Butler-Montagu-Nan arc, which bizarre and unbelievable as it was, kept me on my toes. I’ll let it slide. Also, Edward IV was portrayed as quite a chilling villain in this, beholden of this weird mix of indifference, charm and wickedness.

Prose: This is what made me briefly wonder if this book was written by two different people. It failed to engage me in the first half, the descriptions were trite (except for the natural scenery bits), there was very little variety in sentence structures which gave it the stilted heaviness that thus afflicted The Sunne in Splendour (and most modern literature). There was a lot of redundancies eg the type of stuff like ‘whispered quietly’ or ‘yelled loudly’ and the author’s misunderstanding of certain period fashions drew me out eg references to bodices (not a thing then), calling the henin veil a silk scarf etc. She didn’t pull a Penman: exposit emotions to us, making me feel like I walked into a therapy session, but it was often heavy-handed. It first felt very much like an uninspired debut novel. A bit try-hard and I was wondering if this was the way of the bodice ripper... I wouldn’t know, I never read one before (though I’m unsure if this qualifies as it’s really not graphic and the focus is really not on sex nor is there much of it).

However, out of nowhere, the prose suddenly changed a little before half of the way in; colours, emotions, thoughts and the like started to blend masterfully. The sentence structures started varying to convey the way Nan was feeling. It became very show don’t tell, and it drew me in emotionally a bit (I must confess). Of course, that’s also around the point the plot had sort of started redeeming itself. Nan’s grief at her husband’s passing was particularly well conveyed - how she became a husk of her former self... I could read fifty pages of that. Her realisation that it had been him all along was also well written, and you could feel all the urgency and regret she felt at all the time she had wasted disregarding him as the plot grew nearer to Barnet. The mutual longing was also subtle yet strong, and it really was down to the effective use of sentence structure and waylaying of inspired thematic details. The mingling of past memories with present day in her later years was also very well done and with flow, and the adjectives etc used were no longer becoming distracting as before. My favourite part by far was the very last scene when she rides ahead of her escort to Middleham and she imagines a horse riding beside her caparisoned with the Neville standard; you can really feel how this is the first time that she had felt joy in years and she lets the ghost follow her.

... In Conclusion, this novel gave me very mixed feelings. I don’t know if I would have enjoyed it as much as I did had it not been for the fact that I entered it with a massive pre-formed love for the figures. It’s a bit like my experience with ‘Death Be Pardoner to Me’ (review #2 on this tag), was the book actually good or do I just have an affinity for the protagonist (Clarence in that case)? As such, I don’t think I would reccomend it. Indeed I wrote this spoilerish review because I was sure no one would fly off to Amazon after seeing this post. I can’t say if it’s above commercial historical romance in standard as this is the first time I’ve ever read a book from this genre. I think I’ll take a loongg break from historical fiction (after I finish with Jarman) because the Clarence portrayal was a bit of a nail in the coffin for me and I don’t want to continue upsetting myself for no reason. As I have now truly lost hope in reading a balanced depiction of him and if the literature isn’t absolutely expemplary why bother? Nevertheless, Warwick’s portrayal was a saving grace and made it impossible for me to give it two stars - it wasn’t perfect but still the best I’ve read (minus Last of the Barons Ofc). This is also a bit sad when you think about it, Warwick is also due some fictional justice. Even scholarly if you ask me.

The experience was educational as I learned a valuable lesson in what to avoid and include in my writing, what pitfalls/clichés not to fall into etc. I think I can draw another valuable lesson from this: Dear Histfic authors, if you happen to not be historians, heavily-researched in this time period, objective or literarily talented etc don’t take yourself seriously by publishing some tome of a work but just go nuts like this novel. At least this way you’re not sharing misinformation, inducing people into error and your work still gets to be engaging as opposed to a repetition of the previous amateur historical novelist. Yeah. For all the Sunne in Splendour’s superior quality, I must say I prefer this one better.

Tagging @pythionice who I have recently discovered has also read this book! Welcome fellow fan of Warwick <3

#lady-plantagenet’s book reviews #I’m actually embarasses by how long this is #I got into quite the rambling mood oh gosh #I confuse myself #I hope I have amused some of you with this retelling at least it is outrageous lmao #wife to the kingmaker #sandra wilson #george of clarence #isabel neville #anne beauchamp #richard neville earl of warwick #warwick the kingmaker #richard neville #george plantagenet #anne neville #I’ll add read more function tommorow I’m too tired now #sandra heath wilson

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Now that the bulk of the thesis is over im trying to go back into fan fic and I was brainstorming while watching Detective Pikachu and in my head im like, man what the last name i gave this nameless character. I cannot remember. I don’t think i ever gave him a last name. Guess I’ll get on it. And then I go to reread the first four chapters I wrote like ages ago and wouldn’t u believe hIS FULL NAME IS LITERALLY THE FIRST TWO WORDS IM AN IDIOT

#rose and rambles #Prosie's writing adventures #my brain is all over the place but that really takes the cake #LIKE I GAVE HIM THE LAST NAME ANDERSEN AFTER MY FAVORITE FAIRY TALE WRITER OF ALL TIME #IVE FAILED BOTH THE PRINCE AND MY ROLE MODEL HOW COULD I DO THIS #gosh i have so many things i want to write im like dying #and now i have time again the paradox of choice is biting me in the bum #THE GOOD NEWS IS i finished a character profile sheet for the stardew valley au and another thing for that #that is an au that is all over the place tho lol and the main point of it is to be snippets of scenes #so trying to be like here's all theses things happening but also don't worry about big story plots we're just having fun with characters #but that will go up this weekend probably #but now im wanting to jump back into a linear story and i got two aus ive been itching to get back to but dang #is it hard to remember where i was at. also. i have not yet quite. uh. remembered how to love reading my writing. so going back is like ah #oh no #speaking of back to reading #its the pokemon au im thinking about tackling again because ive been in a pokemon mood recently :'O so we shall see! #anyway sorry for rambling so much i just gotta get those thoughts out there. I'll be a bit busy this weekend but like #i really hope i can somehow manage a good writing pace that wasn't like the thesis grind so i can balance a bit better with other things #but like still getting a good word count out and keep up with stories #hmmm writing

[kamino-blues]

First of all, congratulations on your ✨200!✨You deserve that and so much more!

Considering our last conversation, we're both in Gregor mood, so I've got request! Maybe something sweet with him, with revealing feelings? 👀 I imagine that he'd say it so casually like, you're both talking about weather and he's like "hey, did I tell you that I love you?" or something like that!

Congratulations again 💕💕

Warnings: Fluff! Confessions, and kissing!

Word Count: 436

Oh my gosh thank you so much love!!! 😊💕It's Gregor hours right now! I loved thinking about this idea, like Gregor would definitely be the type to just say things randomly with no context.

When Gregor invited you to go to the local cantina to get drinks, you were just figuring that it was going to be one of your normal nights out. You two had been friends for a while now, and it had become a tradition for you to go to the cantina with him after big missions.

You were sipping on your drink, watching Gregor as he rambled about the latest mission. You would chime in every so often, both of you being super comfortable in each other's presence. His bar chair was swiveled towards you, both of your knees basically touching as you conversed. After he sent you into a spiral of laughter, he changed topic, saying something that completely threw you off guard.

“For some reason Rex didn’t let me go out on the planet in my tank top! It was so warm there, it reminded me of your smile. Did I ever mention that I love you?”

You cough, trying not to spit out your drink. Putting the glass onto the table next to you, you turn towards Gregor, who's looking pretty pleased at your reaction.

“W-what? Gregor, can you repeat that?” You weren’t sure if you were delusional but you needed confirmation, a heavy blush settling on your cheeks.

“I said,” He leaned closer to you with a smirk on his face, “That I love you! Have for quite a long time actually.” He let out a giggle, moving his arm to rub the back of his neck. You didn’t know what to say, obviously you loved him back but for him to come out with it in such a bold manner. Actually come to think of it, you should have been expecting Gregor to be like that. You figured that you should try and catch him off guard as well, so you did the only thing you could think of. You leaned forward and kissed him straight on the lips.

Gregor stumbled back slightly before he returned the kiss. Your right hand was on his cheek as you slowly pulled away from him. You couldn’t help but lightly move your thumb lightly against him, Gregor leaning into the touch.

“I love you too Gregor,” His face lit up even more at your words, a giant smile forming on his face. He couldn’t help but quickly gather you up in a hug, before picking you up and spinning you around. You both were laughing, grateful for each other as you ignored the other people in the cantina sheer confusion at what you both were doing. Cause frankly, you two didn’t give a damn.

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hey ink,,,,,,, bestie,,,,,,,, ima need you to educate me on what heartstopper is because i am now intrigued,,,,,,,

HOLY FUCK LEE YOU HAVE GOT TO READ HEARTSTOPPER, IT’S FUCKING AWESOME AKSKFKKASKE also tagging @azulitauwu bc they asked about it too

OKAY THIS IS LONG SO PUTTING IT UNDER A CUT

(tagging mutuals who also might wanna read it) @lams-tallmadge @the-reynolds-pamphlet @calipto @boybutgenderneutrally @saminator @foreveryrsalex @karate-cat @kosmickweennebs @look-i-wanna-be-a-halfblood @queenbottomless @fever-soap @coldinmyproffesions

OKAY LET’S GO PREPARE FOR GAY SHIT AND RAMBLING AHHH

So this is Heartstopper! It’s an ongoing comic that currently has four volumes and it’s by Alice Oseman! The comic is in greyscale and it’s pretty easy to read.

Basically it starts off at an all boy’s school in England right and the main character is Charlie Spring, my absolute fucking beloved I love him so much I would literally die for him oh my god-

Anyways-

Okay so Charlie’s in Year 10, he’s pretty much a nerd lol. He’s gay and was bullied for it a lot but now everyone’s mostly chill. He ends up in a class with this guy from Year 11, his name’s Nicholas, or Nick! Anyways Nick says hi to Charlie whenever they meet and Charlie has a CrisisTM and is like “fuck I fell for a straight guy” and anyways yeah they continue to be friends and then Nick realises he might not be quite so heterosexual as he thought when he realises he’s falling for Charlie

ANYWAYS yeah it’s really really good!! All the gay characters were so realistic kskdkdkd like when Nick and Charlie were having crises and fears and talks I was like “oh fuckin MOOD” and ye it was super relatable!!

ALSO CHARLIE + NICK ARE MLM BUT ALSO. THERES TWO LESBIANS AND A TRANS GIRL!! AND TWO GAY ADULT SIDE CHARACTERS AND ANOTHER MLM SIDE CHARACTER ITS SO QUEER I LOVE IT SO MUCH THERES SO MUCH LGBT REP AND ALSO POC CHARACTERS?? I LOVE THE REP SM OMG AKSKAKSDK

So it basically navigates Nick and Charlie’s relationship and oh?? My gosh?? My heart?? They’re so sweet I want to cry istg these two,,,,I love them so mUCH THESE GAY IDIOTS,,,,MY BELOVEDS,,,,ID KILL FOR THESE TWO 

Anyways-

So they’re?? So sweet?? And they communicate and have boundaries and help each other with mental health and I love them so much? And they navigate their lives together and also they’re so gay and aksiduxhabetrSsagajsuxhajk THEM <3 <3 <3 *sobbing heard from distant corner as I clutch comic to my chest*

Also the side plots?? Are so awesome?? I’m not spoiling anything but their friends have their own relationships + the platonic relationships and affection of the friend group,,,,my hEART OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AJSJUSJWNEUSKAKSJDJ (look out for darcy shes 100% my fav of the friend group) 

Skdkfk it’s so good omg it made me feel Emotions and I love them all so much and I had to put it down to squeal and I nearly cried akkdkaaizhnJahwhzkakwdj this comic my absolute beloved

Anyways here’s where you can read it!

Tapas: https://tapas.io/series/Heartstopper

Webtoon: https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/heartstopper/list?title_no=329660

I read it on Tapas!

ANYWAYS EVERYONE GO READ HEARTSTOPPER ITS FUCKING AMAZING

#ask ink #leo my love <3 #heartstopper

[cocochannel00]

Only Wish (This Year)

All Y/n wants for Christmas this year was Harry to be home... so what happens when Harry can’t make it? (a part of the ‘Christmas song fic challenge’)

Word count: 3k Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

A/N: hello my loves! This is my submission for @goldenbluesuit​’s christmas fic challenge, Christmas is literally my favorite holiday of the year and I’m so happy I got a chance to do my first fic writing challenge based on the absolute bop that is Britney Spear’s “Only Wish (This Year)”. If you want to read more great Christmas fics by some amazing writers checkout the Christmas Song Masterlist Here and if you want to read and more of my writing check out My Masterlist Here. I hope you enjoy!! 

"Love I think the tree looks a little crooked"

"No, it's not! It looks fine," you grumbled as you tried to fluff one of the branches that was limping to the left a bit. You had just gone out with Anne yesterday to the Christmas tree farm to get it. The two of you spent nearly two hours walking around the field looking for the perfect tree to put in the living room and after your fingers and toes had officially gone completely numb the two of you gave up and settled for the lanky one in the corner of the field that no one wanted. The tree towered over you quite a bit and had a bit of a tilt, but it reminded you a bit of Harry and this Christmas that was what you wanted, him.

"The reindeer you just hung up is about to fall off, Love" he mumbled from the screen of your computer as he face-timed you from the studio in LA. Rushing over to the left side of the tree, you scooped up the ornament quickly just as it was beginning to slide off of the scrawny branch you had placed it on earlier. As you less than gracefully began to pick yourself off the ground, you heard a wolf whistle come from your husband.

"On second thought, if you keep bending down like that I think I might actually like this tree" Harry stated with a smirk as you gave him the middle finger. "Your mom and I picked it out yesterday cause we thought it looked like you. A little lanky, a little scrawny... looks like he just rolled out of bed" you replied with a laugh.

"I'm going to spare my ego and pretend you didn't just compare your beautiful, loving, and supportive husband to that sad drooping tree you have in the corner."

"(Y/n) is that Harry you're talking to in there? Tell him he better be making it home for Christmas Eve dinner or I'm going to be having a stern talking with Jeff" Anne shouted from the kitchen where she was finishing up some cookies for when Gemma and Michal' today.

You could see the color drain from Harry's face as he scratched the back of his neck. You and Harry have been married now for a little over a year but had been dating for well over three, so you know his every tick and giveaway and when Harry begins to scratch and rub at the back of his neck you know it's bad news.

"I've got this really good chorus started with Mitch, but were still trying to figure out whether-"

"Harry"

"We spent all of yesterday  working through the tracklist and I think I've narrowed it down to-"

"Harry"

"I think I'm going to end the album with the song I wrote on our honeymoon. I tweaked the melody but it's still-"

"Harry" you whispered for the last time before he finally stopped his rambling. You could see him by the way he was avoiding your stare that he didn't want to say the words you both were dreading. He isn't coming home for Christmas. You both knew it was a possibility when he flew out to LA nearly five weeks ago to finish the album before the new year. Despite Harry's offer of having you come to LA with him, your job didn't allow you the luxury of taking off that much time especially during one of your busiest times of the year. You had held out hope that Kid Harpoon and Harry could tie up all of the loose ends ahead of time, but clearly, that wasn't going to happen.

"I tried baby, I really did. There are just too many little things that need to get done here. I promise I'll try and make it back next week, we can have our own little Christmas together in London" he stated trying the lighten his crushing words. This was supposed to be your first Christmas as a married couple together so to say you were disappointed would be an understatement, but you knew that if you let Harry know he would be on the first flight out to London.

"It's ok, we both knew this could happen. I'm sure Anne and I will spend way too much time fussing over Adelaide to even notice you're not here" you replied back trying to lighten the mood a bit more by mentioning Gemma's adorable two-year-old daughter.

"Stop rubbing it in" he joked as Jeff called his name in the background. "I need to get back in before they all have my head for keeping them here past midnight again. I'll try and sneak another call later tonight if you're still up"

"So good, H. I love you"

"I love you too, (Y/n). See you soon" Harry replied back as he hung up. You closed your laptop and continued your quest to finish decorating your slightly distorted Christmas tree. Securing the lights onto the tree had somehow become the hardest part of decorating the tree, so while you were wrapped in a mess of bulbs and strings you didn't even notice Anne come in with two cups of hot chocolate.

"Oh dear let me give you a hand" Anne muttered as she placed the mugs on the coffee table before rushing to your side, delicately untangling you from the lights while placing each string perfectly in its place. You gave her a quick thanks before you walked over to the couch to admire your work.

"He texted me to check up on you, that crazy son of mine. Swear I love him, but sometimes he's got just no sense of priorities. Leaving his wife all alone for the holidays, just not right" Anne said as she passed you a mug and sat down next to you.

"I appreciate you belittling your son on my behave, but reset assured that I am ok. I'm sad we won't be able to spend our first Christmas together as a married couple, but I'm sure we'll have our own little Christmas once he gets back. Besides, I still get the full week off of work and I get to spend time with you and baby Adelaide for the next couple of days and it will be great!"

"Well if you ever need me to put him in his place you let me know, ok sweetheart? Can't have my favorite daughter-in-law feeling upset" she said as she wrapped her arms around you.

"Thanks, Anne" you replied as you gave her a tight squeeze, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Anytime dear. Now quick, turn on channel Hollywood Gossip before Gemma shows up,  she never lets me watch this show. I heard Lily James was spotted with an ex-boyfriend again"

The two of you spend the next hour catching up on some gossip and making lists of everything that still needed to be done before Christmas in two days. If there was one thing you were certain about, it was that you were going to make the most of your situation and try and have the best Christmas possible

**********

It was Christmas eve and you had spent the entire morning cooking and prepping for the large family meal you and Anne were hosting for Gemma and Michal and a couple of close friends. The two of you had been absolutely buzzing and Christmas tunes had been playing throughout the house since you both woke up bright and earlier at 7 am. You had scoured your suitcase for the perfect Christmas outfit but after spending 20 minutes trying on outfits in the and had settled for one of Harry's red cardigans and some dark washed jeans. The smell of the vanilla candle that smelt just like Harry that Anne had left in your room last night made you miss him even more as you finished getting yourself ready just in time to hear the doorbell ring downstairs.

You peeked out the window and saw Gemma and Michal standing at the door with little Adelaide at their feet and quickly ran to the door to greet them. Once you opened the front door a pair of small arms wrapped themselves around your legs as Adalaide screamed your name.

"Well hello, my sweet girl. I missed you so much! Did you miss me?" you asked as she nodded quickly. You picked her up carefully and smothered her face in kisses just as Anne came over to greet everyone.  The five of you made your way out of the foyer and into the kitchen as Gemma wrapped her arms tightly around you and dragged you to the far end of the kitchen.

"Good afternoon my favorite sister. How is the married life treating you? Any surprises I should be worried about this Christmas?" she asked as she stole a Christmas cookie off of one of Anne's various dessert displays.

"It's been very nice, thank you. I don't think you'll be having any surprises from me this Christmas"

"Pitty I was hoping they be able to be in the same class as their cousin could go to school together," she said nonchalantly smirking at you as you stood there confused.

'What do you mean cousins? Adelaide already in day-care and I don't-- Oh my gosh Gemma are you -"

"Shh don't say it out loud, but yes. About eight weeks along, but we haven't told anyone yet. I'm telling you because last time I told you everything went well, so I think you're my good luck charm... and I need you to drink all of the shots Chloe tries to feed me tonight" She mumbled as you laugh and give her a big hug.

"Well congratulations Gem, I wish you both the best. Hey Adelaide, did you know what special person is going to be joining you really soon?" you asked the little girl in your arms as she played with the butterfly necklace Harry had gotten you for your second anniversary together.

"Santa"

"You're right baby Santa is coming tonight. Why don't you help me and Nana Anne finish decorating these last cookies before everyone gets here"

**********

The night was fantastic. After all of the guests had arrived, you all sat down to eat the wonderful roast Anne had been making all day. The room was filled with laughter and smiles as people recounted their most embarrassing Christmas stories. Your favorite was Michal's who as a child got so excited about seeing Santa at the mall that he actually peed on Santa's lap while telling him what he wanted for Christmas. Gemma discreetly slid her shot glass to you numerous times throughout the night and despite the questioning looks coming from Chloe, no one questioned Gemma's excuse of being the designated driver this year. Overall it was by far one of your favorite holiday meals to be a part of, you only wish Harry could have been there to share it with you.

"Me pants are about to explode, but does anyone fancy a little Christmas Eve stroll outside?" Michal asked as he cuddled a sleeping Adelaide to his chest.

There was a chorus of agreements and your large group slowly began to clean up their placemats and prepare themselves for the trek out in the snow. You helped Gemma load the dishwasher as Anne distributed Tupperware for everyone to take leftovers home with them before running upstairs to grab your winter jacket and boots. After everyone was all bundled up, you all headed outside into the snow, Gemma, and Michal leading the way as walked along the sidewalk. You watched the way Gemma placed a snowflake on Adelaide's nose and waited for the little girl to giggle before quickly wiping it off just to do it all over again. You continued to watch the interaction with a yearning in your heart at the thought of having your own kids with Harry and being able to take them on walks and show them ordinary things like snowflakes. Just as you had begun to drift off into your subconscious world Anne came up next to you and wrapped her arms with yours.

"That will be you someday, I can just feel it" Anne stated as she squeezed your hand tight. You gave her a small smile and nodded your head.

"I hope so. Just have to get your son to stay in one spot long enough" you joked as you rubbed your hands together for warmth.

"That man worships the grown you walk on, Love. If you tell him you want kids right now he'll drop everything"

"Hopefully when I get him back next week we can talk about it all a bit more" you replied as Anne nodded her head.

Your walk lasted about a half-hour until Adelaide began to cry saying she was tired and wanted to go to bed. You all preceded to head back into Anne's home for a bit to warm up before everyone would drive back to their respective homes to continue to celebrate their Christmases. Being the busy body that you were, you began to make tea for everyone in the hope of avoiding the dreaded interrogation about Harry and your's relationship that always came towards the end of these gatherings, but it never came. You think Anne must have warned them that you were feeling somewhat sad about Harry not being there because they managed to avoid the topic throughout the rest of the night. Just as the clock struck midnight everyone slowly began to say their goodbyes and exchanging any last-minute gifts that needed to be given. You helped Anne gather everyone's things and waved your last goodbyes before heading into the living room to relax a bit.

"I'm a bit wiped out dear so I think I'm going to head to bed early. Will you be ok here by yourself?" Anne asked cautiously as you scrolled through some pictures Harry had sent you the other day of him at the studio.

"Yes, I think I'll be ok. Have a good night Anne and thank you for a wonderful Christmas"

"No thanks needed dear, you're family now and always will be. I'll see you in the morning".

You waved a quick goodbye as Anne left upstairs to her room. The silence downstairs was only making your feelings of missing Harry worse so you decided to put on the TV and watch a Christmas movie to lift your spirits a bit as you cuddled Harry's picture to your chest. You know he was having Christmas Eve dinner with Jeff's family now and you didn't want to bother him so you decided that you would suck it up and wait until tomorrow to call him and tell him how much you really miss him. All you wanted this Christmas was to have him sitting next to you, sipping on a couple of hot chocolate and making fun of your weirdly patterned socks.

You hoped that flipping through the tv channels would help distract you but the minute you started channel surfing and Love Actually popped up on the screen in front of you, the waterworks began. You cried because you missed Harry. You cried because you didn't get to share all of your happy memories of today with him. You cried because you could cuddle him to sleep and wake up to his delicious scent. There you sat in his childhood home wrapped in a fuzzy blanket crying. You sobbed into the blanket as quietly as you could in the hopes of not waking up Anne and after what felt like an eternity, you finally fell asleep on the couch

*********

You were peacefully asleep on the couch until the sound of music blasting from the kitchen speaker startled you awake. 

“I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss I sent it off, and just said this...”

"Oh, fucking shit. Stupid fucking Tom calling me at..." you heard as a crash came from the kitchen.

You jumped from your curled up position on the couch and turned around to see where the noise was coming from. As you sank deeper into the couch hoping not to be seen, you saw a silhouette moving around the kitchen searching the drawers. Your pulse began to race as you start to run all of the potential ways in which this intruder could kill you right now. Just as you were about to reach for your phone to call 999, the intruder turned on the light and you saw a familiar head of curly hair.

"Jesus fucking christ Harry nearly gave me a heart attack" you stated as Harry nearly jumped out of his skin.

The two of you stared at each other for a while before you finally processed what was going on. Harry was here. Harry had made it. He was here for Christmas. He came. You all but sprinted off of the couch and launched yourself at him, hearing release gasp as you latched on to his body like a koala.

"Nearly gave me a heart attack there, love" he stated as he wrapped his arms around you and ran his hands through your hair.

"I could say the same thing. Who comes home after midnight and doesn't say anything, especially when said person said many times that they weren't going to be to make it home"

"Wasn't supposed to be home but then mom said you looked upset after our call yesterday so I told Jeff I would finish the rest in the London studio and zoom call any last-minute details. Excited to have me home?" he asked with a smirk.

"No" you stated trying to hide your excitement.

"Come on Love, don't lie to me. I'm excited to be home. Get to spend Christmas with my beautiful, smart, kind, amazing wife.  Get to shower her with gifts. Best Christmas ever"

"Definitely best Christmas ever" you mumbled back as you leaned in and kissed him, savoring the taste of his lips after so long.

"I have one more surprise for you that I think you'll like" he stated as he broke away from the kiss.

"What" you whined as he laughed at you.

"Told Columbia that I'd make the record, but that I'm not releasing it till the end of next year. Want to settle down a bit more, gain more stability in case..." he trailed off as he cheeks turned pink.

"In case what?" you asked innocently even though you knew exactly what he was insinuating.

"In case you want to try for a baby like we talked about on our honeymoon. Said you wanted more stability from me before we started trying so this me giving you that. Don't want to pressure you or anything and this is your choice and I don't- "

"Yes," you whispered.

"Yes?" he questioned before you nodded your head and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Tears appeared in his eyes as he spun you around the kitchen. You laughed as he chanted "baby baby baby" quietly as to not wake Anne but the joy in his expression spoke volumes. You were both ready for this next chapter in your life and whatever happens next, as long as you were together, you knew everything would be ok.

“Hey babe” you whispered as Harry continued to cheer quielty. 

“Yes, Love?”

“Is Britney Spears your ringtone?”

“Maybe... It’s festive!” he defended as you laughed

“Ok love, whatever you say” 

Hope you all enjoyed and happy early Christmas to all who celebrate and a Happy Holidays everyone!!

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles masterlist #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #Christmas #harry styles x fluff

[littlemissaddict]

A twist of fate

Summary: It’s the big night where Luke, Alex and Reggie get to make their final wish come true and hopefully cross over. Caleb had other plans to get the boys into his house plans that involve y/n, Julie’s friend and the girl that Luke likes. Or a retelling of 01x09 that involves the reader. (Requested)

Word Count: 3.3K

A/n: Anon I hope you enjoy because this is the longest fic I’ve wrote to date but I’ve really enjoyed writing this so thank you.

“Julie, you need to calm down, I’m sure everything is fine” Y/n says watching Julie from her place on the couch. She had been pacing around the studio ever since the boys had left to go to the Orpheum to try and get them on the bill for tonight, it was like being with Alex when he had one of his anxiety flare ups. That was another thing, y/n could see the boys just like Julie, they weren’t sure how or why but it had been a surprise when she had first walked in on them in the studio when she still believed that they were holograms.

“Yeah but what if-” Julie didn’t get to finish as the three boys in question poofed back into the studio with big smiles on their faces.

“Oh my gosh! What took you guys so long? Did Willie do it? Did you talk to them? Did they watch? Did they like us? Are we playing? Can someone answer me? Why is no one saying anything?” Julie rambled bombarding the three boys with questions. Luke glanced over at where y/n had now stood up to join Julie, an amused look on his face as Julie rambled, she shook her head at the boy as a warning not to interrupt to let her finish which he did.

“Whoa. That’s a lot of questions” Reggie chuckled before asking Luke to take the lead on this one.

“Take a seat” he instructed, waiting for the two girls to be seated before he began. “It’s fine. Everything is fine” he reassured seeing the nervous looks on their faces

“Yeah you should be getting a call right now” Alex says excitedly and they all look at Julie's phone expectedly, but no call comes. Alex clears his throat and tries again. “Right now” and this time the call comes through. Julie and y/n cheer hugging each other excitedly before they remember about the phone call and Julie answers.

“Hi….Yes it is….Yeah totally” she smiles as she joins y/n and the boys jumping about excitedly “We’re playing the Orpheum baby” she cheers as they watch the boys lift Alex. It takes them a full ten minutes for it to really sink in that this was happening, they were playing the Orpheum, the boys were getting their second chance.

“Oh my god, I have to go tell my dad” Julie gasps letting them know that she’ll be back shortly. Reggie and Alex carried on chatting excitedly but Luke took a seat next to y/n, since she had found out that they boys were ghosts she had actually become quite close to them all but more so Luke. 

“This is amazing I’m so happy for you guys” she gushes and honestly if they could touch she thinks she’d hug him right now but that’s out of the question so she settles for giving him the biggest smile she can. 

“You’re coming to watch us right?” he asks, giving her puppy dog eyes as if she would say no.

“Of course I wouldn’t miss it for the world” she says “besides it maybe the last time I see you” her smile fading, she doesn’t want to bring the mood down but she can’t help it, the thought has been lingering in the back of her mind ever since Julie had told her about the curse and their only options.

“Whatever happens tonight y/n, just know that I’m so happy that I got to meet you that I got the chance to get to know you and I know that I’ll not forget you” he says a small smile on his face and y/n finds herself tearing up she wishes so much that she could hug him right now. She settles for wrapping her arms around herself instead.

“I’ll never forget you either or the boys” she says, glancing over at them, they’re still completely wrapped up in their own conversation oblivious to her and Luke. Julie comes back not long after, she’s smiling widely telling them how excited her dad and Carlos are for tonight.

“Well I better be off, you guys have got to plan for tonight and I have got to get ready” y/n smiles giving her friend a hug on her way past and waving to the boys.

She makes it to the front yard of the Molina house when a male figure steps out blocking her path, she looks up not expecting to see an older male dressed in an over the top suit and matching top hat, she starts to apologise when he says her name.

“I’m sorry do I know you” she asks not wanting to seem rude but she is pretty sure that she would have remembered him if she had met him before. He smiles back at her seemingly unaffected by her question .

“I don’t think so darling but I’m a friend of the band just stopped by to wish them luck for tonight, it’s pretty exciting right” he smiles at her and she’s not sure why but she doesn’t trust him. Something about him seems off and she’s feeling uneasy in his presence. 

“Yes very but if you’ll excuse me I have to be going” she says dropping all pleasantries and trying to move past him but he blocked her way again. 

“I don’t think so my dear, I have something that you can help me with” he says smugly, his character changing completely and she goes to protest but before she can the world is spinning around her and she finds herself alone in a dark room,

------

“Ughhh” the boys groan as another jolt fills them with pain, they were in the studio going over the last few things before the show tonight. Julie and her family had left about five minutes ago and the boys were due to head over shortly, they just wanted to make sure they were ready for what would happen after the show. That got interrupted however by the last person they were hoping to see.

“What are you doing here?” Luke asks accusingly, the first of the boys to recover from the shock and he stands between the other two boys and Caleb.

“Such hostility” Caleb gasps, feigning shock “I’m just here to congratulate you on your big night. Not everyone gets to play the Orpheum” he says as if he’s happy for them nut the boys don’t believe him for a second.

“No. Ok, we know that it’s your stamp that’s hurting us” Luke states, stepping forward and pulling up his sleeve to prove his point, to which Caleb looks knowingly seeming to know exactly where they got the information from. “We already told you, we have a band. We don’t want to join your little club” Luke says forcefully.

“Yeah and you can’t make us either,” Alex adds stepping forward but backtracking a little at the glare Caleb gives him “sir”

“Oh I doubt that very much” he replies threateningly “You see I have someone that means an awful lot to you and if you want her back then there’s only one way that is going to happen” he chuckles smugly watching the boys as they give each other confused looks.

“You’re lying” Luke accuses “Julie just left there’s no way you have her”

“Oh it’s not Julie” he smiles as the realisation crosses the boys faces as Caleb clicks his fingers and y/n appears before their eyes.

“Y/n” Reggie gasps, it’s the first time he’s spoken since Caleb appeared, he tries to go to her but Caleb clicks his tongue stopping him in his tracks. Luke hasn’t moved or said a word since she appeared but his eyes have been locked on hers, she’s frightened he can tell, not that she would admit it and she’s shaking her head at him, eyes pleading with him not to go with Caleb. As much as he loves Julie and their band, how he promised that they would never stand her up again, the feeling of losing y/n to Caleb is too much to bear. He gives one last look to her before his eyes find the boys, they’re nodding at him, knowing what they have to do and that’s when he finally faces Caleb.

“Fine we’ll join your band but you have to let y/n go” he says defeatedly, hopefully Julie can forgive them.

“Oh I know you will but do you really think I’d be stupid enough to let her go that easily” he chuckles, snapping his fingers again poofing them all out, leaving the studio empty.

----

“I made friends with the tech crew, you’re going to love what we have planned” Flynn smiles excitedly after the stage manager had let her into the dressing room after “the guys are here right” she asks, eyes darting around the room.

“I haven’t seen them or y/n for that matter, I was hoping she was with you” Julie admits

“No I thought she was with you but the boys, you don’t think they changed their minds do you and took Calebs’ offer” Flynn says worriedly 

“No. No, that’s the last thing that they wanted” she says quickly, wanting to believe it “Somethings wrong it has to be” says thinking about the boys.

----

When y/n could see again she found herself back in the dark room where she had been before. She was so frustrated. She had let herself be taken by the one person who had it out for the boys, not that she had much choice in the matter she reminded herself, there was nothing she could do against Caleb’s magic. That didn’t stop her from feeling like it was her fault that they boys ended up under his control though. She wanted to scream but she stopped herself knowing that it would do nothing to help the situation, what she had to do was find a way out so that she could get to Julie or warn her somehow. She found herself pacing, something she had gotten annoyed at Julie for only hours earlier, if only she could find a door or an opening, anything that she could get out through. She started walking around with her arms out in front of her, feeling blindly for any hard surface that she could use as a guide but she found nothing, as if the room was never ending and she was starting to give up when she felt a cold sensation on her shoulders as if there was someone there holding onto her, guiding her. 

That was when she felt the world begin to spin again and she prepared herself to end up face to face with Caleb again but that didn’t happen. Instead she came face to face with someone else. He looked young, more around the boys age, wearing an oversized hoodie, blue ripped jeans and he was carrying a skateboard.

“Willie?” she asked quietly not certain that it was him but he fit the description Alex had given them.

“You can see me” he says, shocked and y/n nods not entirely sure why she could but there he was. “Listen I haven’t got long before he realises I’m gone but you have to go, get to Julie and tell her what happened” he says pointing her in the direction of the exit and encouraging her to hurry.

“Thank you” she whispers to him before running out.

----

“Signs” Julie says marching past Flynn showing her the dahlia as she goes and up onto the stage.

“Wait, where are you going?” Flynn calls after her, amazed at the change in her friend, how determined she seems to be. “She’s going on stage” Flynn yells excitedly watching her best friend, the stage manager alerts the crew just as Flynn’s phone rings.

“Y/n, where are you?” she asks surprised that she’s called 

“I’m outside they won’t let me in because Julie still has my ticket and pass but somethings happened, it’s important that Julie knows” she says quickly and Flynn just about manages to catch what she said.

“Hold on I’m coming” Flynn says, ending the call and rushing off through the maze of backstage corridors to get y/n. When they do manage to get y/n backstage the first thing she does is ask her where Julie is.

“Something has happened with the boys, Caleb has them” she says watching the look on Flynn’s face “he used me as bait to get to the boys and they went with him to save me only it didn’t exactly go to plan. Caleb took me as well but I managed to escape with a little help but we really need to tell Julie” She finishes taking a deep breath.

“We can’t tell her now she’s on stage but she thinks that they boys are gone, that they ran out of time” Flynn tells her “She’s also really worried about you” she tells her as they get back to the side of the stage, Julie has just started to sing and y/n is so proud of her for going up there by herself because she never thought she see that confidence in her friend again after losing her mom. Julie gets to the chorus and everyone gets a surprise when a certain drummer appears on the stage closely followed Reggie both smiling widely at Julie.

“Oh my gosh Flynn they did it they escaped but where’s Luke?” she asks looking worriedly at Flynn, who mirrors her look. A few seconds later Luke appears on the stage but he’s flickering and he disappears a few times before he finally appears fully, belting out the next line in the song and the girls cheer along from the side of the stage. When the song ends they all take a bow, the boys disappearing and for once neither Julie or y/n can see them. After taking in the praise and applause that she rightfully deserves, Julie finds both girls at the side of the stage and the head back to the dressing room. 

“Y/n you made it, we thought you weren’t coming” Julie smiles 

“Yeah about that…” y/n replies not wanting to bring the mood down after that amazing performance but Julie needs to know what happened, she tells her everything about Caleb, about the boys offering to go with him to save y/n and finally about Willie.

“Y/n,” Julie gasps when she finishes pulling her friend in for a hug “are you okay?” she asks when she pulls away.

“I’ll be okay but the boys escaped and now-now they’ve crossed over” she shrugs a small smile on her face that Julie mirrors she knows how she feels, the boys have crossed over they should be happy but it hurts knowing that they’ve lost their friends.

----

“You guys think we could try that hug thing one more time?” Alex asks with a smile making Julie chuckle, she was so relieved to have the boys back. After she had said goodbye to Flynn and y/n at the Orpheum she had come home and gone straight out to the studio wanting to say her last goodbyes to the boys. Although it hadn’t gone exactly to plan, she had found them all laid on the floor, bodies shaking from the force of the jolts and that had Julie almost breaking down. Pleading with them to save themselves and join Caleb but they wouldn’t go and without thinking she flung her arms around them wanting to give them a proper goodbye. It had surprised them all when her arms didn’t go through them like they usually would, she could actually touch them, they seemed to glow then a bright aura surrounding them as they all gripped their wrists wincing slightly as Caleb’s stamp lifted. That had led them to their current situation with Alex asking for more to which they all obliged, laughing excitedly as they pulled away.

“Wait what about y/n?” Luke asks, suddenly drawing the attention of the other three and Julie gives him a confused look until she remembers that they still think Caleb has her, she goes to tell them but Alex speaks first.

“Julie, Caleb has y/n he’s the reason why we were late” he says, the smile dropping from his face but Julie shakes her head at him looking between the three of them.

“No, she escaped she made it to the Orpheum she saw you guys play and now she thinks you’ve crossed over” Julie explains

“What? How?” Alex asks

“Willie” she smiles over at Alex “He knew he couldn’t do anything to save you guys from Caleb so he snuck away while you were being controlled by Caleb and helped her” Julie says watching as a fond smile made its way onto his face.

“Wait y/n could she Willie” Reggie asks surprised and Julie nods

“We have to go to her, tell her that we’re okay” Luke says looking to the other three, they know how Luke feels about y/n even if he’s never said anything. They can see it in the way he acts around her, the way he looks at her and how he talks about her so it’s only fair that she would be the first thing on his mind now.

“She’s at home” Julie says simply, knowing that it’s all he needs to hear before he poofs out. Alex and Reggie stay where they are leaving Luke alone for this.

----

Y/n’s curled up under the duvet arms wrapped around herself, she’s been there since she got home from the show, her eyes are red and she’s still sniffling from the crying that she did when she got back. She’s happy for the boys that they got to fulfil their final dying wish but that doesn’t stop the pain of losing them.

“Y/n” a voice says quietly but she doesn’t move, it sounds like Luke but it can’t be he crossed over she must be imagining it until she hears it again, louder this time. Sitting up and looking at the door, that's where she sees him.

“Luke” she gasps “What-how-I thought you were gone” she stutters watching him closely as he makes his way over to the bed and sits on the edge.

“It’s a long story but Julie, she saved us somehow, the curse is gone” he smiles, showing her his arm where the stamp used to be.

“How did you know I’d be here” y/n asks quietly, knowing the last time he saw her she was Caleb’s prisoner

“Julie told us you’d escaped and that Willie had helped. We were so worried about you” he says softly, reaching over to wipe a tear that had started to fall but she pulled back knowing that they couldn’t touch, not wanting to feel the disappointment when his hand ghosted through her face.

“Just trust me, okay?” he asks, reaching his hand over to her again, this time she didn’t move. She let him come to her and she let out a small gasp when she felt his palm against her cheek.

“How-how are you doing that” she asks, shock clear on her face but she leans into his touch anyway, he doesn’t answer just smiles fondly at her. She pulls away first moving slightly to make room for him to sit on the bed next to her, letting him wrap her up in his arms as she holds on to him tightly, scared that if she lets go she’ll lose him again.

“I thought I’d lost you” she whispers, face filled with emotion as she looks up to him.

“I know but I’m here now,” he smiles down at her, his arms tightening their grip around her “and I’m never letting you go again”

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #luke x reader #jatp luke #luke patterson #jatp julie #julie molina #jatp alex #alex mercer #jatp reggie #reggie peters #jatp flynn #jatp willie #caleb covington

[lemonsandstrawberries]

A Day for Romance

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

summary: Tony and Steve didn’t have a romantic Valentine’s day in years and when Tony decides to fix it, something unexpected stops him. 

length: 1 831

a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! I know some people dislike this day, but for me, it was always more about celebrating all kinds of love, not only the romantic one, but love to your friends, to your pets, to everyone who you hold dear to your heart, and to yourself! So, treat yourself today, because you deserve it! if you like this fic, don’t forget to show me some love, feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated and needed!

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A Day for Romance

"Tony... What's that?"

Steve found himself not able to stop smiling. There was some feeling coming back, one he didn't feel quite in a while, or at least not as prominently as now. Giddiness? Yes, that was the word.

By Tony's smile, twitching and spreading and the happy sparkle in his eyes, Steve could say that Tony felt the same, pleased that his Valentine's surprise worked out so well. Every day, their bedroom presented quite simple, with crumpled sheets, lone clothes here and there, organized in a modern, minimalistic style and with few heartwarming accents like their wedding photo on the nightstand, or more humoristic ones, meaning the tie with a ducky pattern, looped over the wardrobe handle. This was like cupid decided to drop by, got drunk on Tony's scotch, and vomited everywhere.

"Oh my gosh, how did you even - " Steve laughed, still not believing what he was seeing. He was an artist and had a good eye for color, but it was like Tony used the whole palette of red and pink shades and sprinkled random Valentine's day accents all over their bedroom, from the cheesiest giant pastel pink teddy bear, ending on the enormous deep red bouquet of royal roses.

"I decided that we didn't have enough of romance in the past Valentine's days and decided to make up for it," Tony said, sashaying over to Steve, his hips doing some magic movements. To cut the sugar down, Tony chose to wear a simple, black suit, that made him stand out nicely.

"Make up for it?" Steve asked in humor. "More like cramming last five years into it," he answered himself. It wasn't like he and Tony lacked romance in their relationship, it just simmered down into something more steady and comfortable in the last years. Being together for almost a decade developed their relationship from the wild and not having enough of each other into a sturdy and comfortable feeling of knowing that the other person would be always there. The love was still present and growing, not needing outbursts of feelings, but small everyday gestures of devotion. That's what their last Valentine's days embodied which took a form of a shared dinner over a movie and cuddling on the couch while in sweatpants. And it was as good as during the early years of their relationship when they had decided to meet in a hotel under fake names, romance each other all over again, and spent a wild night together.

"Are you complaining?" Tony asked, pressing himself to his husband and grabbing by the collar, pulling him down. "Because if you are, I am not above spanking you to put you back in order, soldier," Tony purred out, their lips brushing together.

"No, sir," Steve denied with a smile, moving his face to match Tony's, lips getting closer and closer. "And I gotta say, you clean up rather nicely," Steve said, meaning that it has been a while since Tony wore a suit, not for a formal event, not for a public speaking, but just for his husband.

"Wish I could say the same about you, but there is an awfully lot of clothes on you for me to be sure," Tony breathed out. Steve wouldn't call a t-shirt and jeans a lot of clothes, but the message was well received. Their lips finally met, slow and passionate, and they stumbled together, falling on the, of course, rose petals covered bed, making them fly everywhere. Greedy fingers went into motion, peeling clothes of each other, lips wanting more and more -

"ACHEW!" Steve turned his head away, blocking his mouth with his hand.

"Uh," Tony blinked, his tie and dress shirt halfway off, "bless you."

"Thanks, babe," Steve rubbed his nose, trying to cease the tingly feeling. "Where did we stop?"

"Hmm, somewhere here," Tony smiled charmingly, pointing with a finger to his neck. Steve leaned down eagerly, ready to suckle and kiss the offered skin, when the irritating feeling came back and he straightened up abruptly, sneezing again.

"Steve? What's wrong?" Tony asked, lifting on his elbows and sounding alarmed. It wasn't like Steve to get sick all out of sudden.

"Nothing, it's nothing - " Steve tried to brush it off, but another sneeze happened. And then another one. And then he felt his throat becoming tight and eyes water and all of this was oddly familiar and disturbing.

"Oh my God, get out!" Tony panicked, not liking what he was seeing, and easily identified as an allergy attack. Roses? The scented candles? The new silk sheets in red color sprayed with essentials oils? There were too many variables and there was no time to analyze them all before Steve's head would swell like a tomato.

"Dohny, I'm fined -"

"You are not fine!" Tony decided, batting Steve off of him and pushing out of the bedroom, "Claritin is the kitchen cupboard, take it!" he ordered in a firm voice which was a total contrast to the half-naked torso and loose tie. Before Steve could react, Tony slammed the door shut, needing to air the room out first.

Well, that killed the mood quickly.

One cleaning and few pills of Claritin later, they ended on the couch, Steve's head settled on Tony's lap, as he still felt a bit fuzzy. Tony put some movie on, but Steve didn't pay attention, going over what just happened.

"Ugh, this sucks," Steve said in dismay, sniffling, the stuffiness in his nose not going away yet.

"The movie? I can change it," Tony said, gently playing with Steve's hair.

"No, not that -" Steve lifted himself to look better at his husband. Tony's gaze followed him and there was some surprise in his eyes, as Steve looked irritated. Irritated with himself. "You wanted to do something nice and I feel like I ruined it."

"Define 'nice'," Tony grinned, using air quotes at the second word, showing that while it was supposed to be nice, at first, he got carried away and crammed as much Valentine's day gadgets as he could fit in their bedroom just because he could, which pretty much caused his husband to suffocate, literally. Steve didn't reply, just jutted his bottom lip forward, feeling that he ruined the day. "Hey, don't make that face," Tony said softly, framing his husband's face with both hands, thumbs brushing below the jawline tenderly. "I can always reuse that stuff next year," he grinned, trying to fix the mood.

"Sure, just this year, we ended in the same spot, as last year," Steve sighed.

"It is a good spot. Comfy," Tony replied, rubbing Steve's cheeks playfully before letting go. He patted his lap back, urging Steve to lay down again. Steve's eyes followed the movement, and then he slid his gaze up, all over the expensive suit and white shirt with undone top buttons, no sight of the tie, his gaze heating up. Such a waste. It all could very well lead in one direction if it wasn't for a question burning in the back of his head.

"Do you think the serum is wearing off?" Steve asked, words running together.

"Pshhh. What?" Tony snorted in humor, but his face changed when he saw how alarmed Steve looked. "I don't know. I don't think so? But we don't exactly have anyone else to compare, you're one of a kind," Tony smiled kinder.

"I shouldn't have any allergies. I remember having allergies, but it all stopped since I took the serum and - " Steve rambled, spiraling into something bad. If his allergies came back, who knew what would come next. And when. And that really scared him.

"Hey, shhh," Tony took Steve's hand and squeezed it, trying to get him back. When their eyes met, Steve's blue ones showed a lot of uncertainty, while Tony's brown ones were calm. "I understand you are worried, but it was one thing, Steve. One thing that was easily fixed with some pills for allergies."

"What if it is not one thing?" Steve asked in a sad whisper.

"Then it will be more things and I will love you just as much I love you now," Tony assured, bringing Steve's hand closer and kissing his knuckles. That made Steve smile. "You still love me too, even if I changed, right?" Tony asked, meaning the flow of time and what it was doing to him. His hair became a bit more grey, eyes were set deeper and more often there was some sort of pain in his bones, one he didn't remember having. It was all part of life and couldn't exactly be stopped.

"You're always beautiful to me," Steve said honestly, meaning every word. He was seeing the same Tony was, but in contrary to Tony, Steve appreciated every change. It made Tony real and tangible and warm, and Steve didn't want a frozen perfection, almost unnatural. The day Steve had found his first grey hair among blonde ones, they both had celebrated, Steve maybe a bit more than Tony, relieved that even if it happened slower, he was aging. He didn't want to live forever and he certainly didn't want to live without Tony and it gave him hope that he won't have to. Just losing the serum was a different story. A one that had danger written all over it.

"That's sweet," Tony smiled, "and you will be always handsome to me, even when you sneeze your lungs out and get teary-eyed," Tony joked, meaning the allergies attack.

"Ha-ha," Steve fake laughed, causing Tony to laugh back, just real and honest. Beautiful. "No need to rub in my face that I ruined our Valentine's day."

"And night. I don't think it is safe to go to the bedroom yet," Tony pointed out, not wanting to risk another attack.

"Right," Steve sighed. Sleeping on the couch was not an option, but maybe they could use one of the guest floors in the Tower. Still, the mood was gone. Seemed that it wasn't a day for romance after all. Tony didn't like Steve blaming himself over something so silly and decided to fix the mood.

"Friday, dim the lights, cue some music," he said, and when the first notes of a soothing melody started to seep in, the lights got softer, Tony stood up and spoke again, offering Steve a hand. "May I have this dance?"

Steve chuckled softly, looking at his husband's calm and smiling face. Tony had this almost magical ability to fix things for Steve. After all, his husband was a mechanic, building and fixing was his thing and it went further than machines.

"You know I will step on your feet, right?" Steve asked teasingly, accepting the hand, and stood up.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Tony kept smiling, putting his arm around Steve's shoulders, Steve drawing his husband close and holding him by the hip. Pressed together, gently swaying to the music, they celebrated Valentine's day just as they liked - intimately and close.

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #SUPERHUSBANDS #valentine's day #fluff #romance #slice of life #comfort #no tickling #fanfiction #fanfic

[punkremus]

okay, i have listened to the playlist in full and here are my thoughts (please forgive my rambling; i had so much fun with this and it allowed me to procrastinate the next chapter so truly thank you ❤️):

“go fuck yourself”: as i listened, i tried to categorize them into either din/reader/or reader&din songs and this one felt very din&reader. just this tandem slog through life beside one another without really being together (yet).

“fresh blood”: oh a din song, absolutely. the line “i know you’re probably gettin’ ready for bed” made me think of gorgu too 😩

“help i’m alive”: shit that’s the reader in a nutshell omg. “hard to be tough/tough to be tender” OOF

“i come with knives”: BITCH THE VIBES OF THIS SONG. right off the bat. damn! idk wtf they’re saying in the german section, but i’m fucking here fOR IT!!!!

“angel of small death…”: i am obsessed with the idea of the reader somehow being seen as this tiny, magnificent force. like so much bigger than herself even though she doesn’t realize it quite yet.

“sour times”: ooh, this song. gosh, where to start? it has such a dangerous thread to it. it makes me think of them tiptoeing around one another in this eggshell sort of dance, not knowing who will break first. cHilLS

“broken boy solider”: someone give DIN DJARIN A HUG. this is his inner theme song on a constant loop.

“if you run”: wow—such a change of pace, but i love it. i think NH has such a grungy, metal feel to it (idk what i’m talking about) but also some folksy whimsy and this song fits that perfectly in my head. also: “fading into each other’s arms/he took her down to his hiding place” i don’t think that’s supposed to be romantic, but i’m pretending it is. sue me.

“give up the ghost”: this song makes me kinda emo. a din&reader to be sure. them both just wanting to be loved by each other, too afraid to ask. FUCK.

“black flies”: yES another folksy! the refrain at the end really gets me good. right in the heart.

“gasoline”: aw hell yeah. another reader BOP. she’s got such a bitchy vibe; i love it.

“dark”: shit… “I am the dark one in my bloodline/I fear my shadow like a beast/It's a lingering mellow that won't leave me/I fear one day it'll swallow me whole” is this…. her backstory in a nutshell? idk, you tell me.

“fuel to the fire”: this gives me reader addressing din vibes. like a pained loved letter to him.

“biting down”: to be frank, i don’t know what the fuck this song is talking about. but somehow, in relation to nighthawks, i get it.

“no one knows”: DIN. A DIN SONG. BECAUSE HE’S LIKE A BLANK BILLBOARD, IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE, IMPOSSIBLE TO READ. LOVE IT.

“virgin”: the chorus of this song… damn. i don’t know how to describe what it makes me imagine. them, together, still unsure of their future, just… trying?

“bully”: the line “bet you never though that I could be the one to let you down” makes me think of this as another song addressing din. woof.

“toxic”: britney, is that you? almost, but this version is better.

“master’s hands”: i feel like i’m ascribing every song to the reader and not enough to din….. but….. i just love her.

“hearing damage”: ooh! this is an interesting one! “You wish you felt better/In my eyes” feels quite din to me?

“howling”: oh fuuuuuuuuck they’re gonna be so in love one day and this is gonna be IT for them. “You were plush and I laid bare” DAMMIT

“troubled waters”/“patron saint hunter”: i just love the folksy vibe nighthawks can have at the same time as the metal/headbangers. i’m so glad that comes through the fic and i’m not the only one who felt that way.

“easy”: again, lorde with these confusing bangers that somehow just…. are chef’s kiss and fit perfectly to the mood of the fic. at least in my head!

“third eye”: this again feels like a song for the future of the fic, as things begin to unfold for them and they become more comfortable with one another.

“howl”: this definitely feels like a din&reader song! makes me wanna shimmy my shoulders hehe

“clockwork”: how do you find these songs that just fit them both so perfectly? there’s lines that could go for one or the other or for both and just… YOUR BRAIN

i cannot thank you enough for the gift of this playlist. it means more than you know. ❤️

Oh my god. OH MY GOD YOU WENT THROUGH EACH ONE??

Whew. Okay.

I am so glad you like this!! Music is how I process things, and it's like the only thing I contribute to fandom. My spotify looks like a crazy person's. Seriously.

I just gahhhhh!! Thank you for taking them time to write all this out. And I have some other Thoughts ✨

1. go fuck yourself: sexy vibes, but like, you hate this person. big vibes for current nighthawks.

2. fresh blood: again, sexy vibes but the line "beautiful woman get out of my head" just reminds me of Din thinking about Reader in the last chapter.

3. help i'm alive: I mean, that's just Reader. But also Din. I feel like they are such good parallels of each other.

4. I come with knives: again, just Reader. I love her, your honor.

5. Angel of small death: reader is a pint sized power house and it breaks Din's brain. That is all.

6. Sour times: I feel like even though they don't get each other yet, Din and Reader are so similar. "Nobody loves me it's true, not like you do"

7. Broken boy soldier: so I was actially thinking of Reader for this, but it totally fits for Din too now that I'm thinking about it. But just the line "I'm throwing the childhood things away" reminds me of Reader and Jeelia.

8. If you run: "if you run, you better have a place to go" that is all.

9. Give up the ghost: they both have so much baggage to work through, it thought it was a good song.

10. Black flies: "I don't want to beg your pardon, I don't want to ask you why, if I was to go my own way, would I have to pass you by"

11. Gasoline: just. Sex with no feelings vibes. (For now 👀)

12. dark: hit the nail on the head. Just tons of past Reader thoughts.

13. Fuel to fire: I mean, that's just their relationship in a title so far.

14. Biting down: this whole song is a drug reference, but the vibe reminds me of just bracing yourself through the pain because it's all you know and it's better than the alternative

15. No one knows: "oh what you do to me, no one knows" fun fact - I like this version better than the original (QOTSA fans, don't come at me)

16. Virgin: this entire song is about how you can devote your life to something (creed/son, or family/sister) and it can still be taken away in an instant

17. Bully: "I like it when you play too rough, so tell me when you've had enough"

18. Toxic: I mean...the ultimate dark sexy vibes

19. Master's Hands: "Pull my strings and cut my rope, rattle my frame and shatter my ghost" works with Din teaching her hunting and also works for sexy times 😏

20. hearing damage: "a tear in my brain allows the voices in" and "they say you're getting better, but you don't feel any better"

21. howling: "Cold I fell into your skin on the night you let me under your sin. You had me howling"

22. troubled waters: big reader and her past vibes. "I must be one of the devil's daughters"

23. patron saint hunter: "keep the family in, keep the family sin" and "evil isn't in your core"...i just love Reader okay

24. Easy: "easy, pull out your heart to make the being alone easy" they're just two lonely people with so much baggage, don't look at me

25. Third eye: "don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light" and "Cause there's a hole where your heart lies, I see it with my third eye."

26. Howl: "you are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"

27. Clockwork: one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite bands. "Just like clockwork I react. You wind me up until I crack."

Aaaaaanywayyyy I'm just so happy you like it and I absolutely cannot wait for whatever you write next ✨

[malfoys-demigod]

Hi, can I request a fic where Reader meets Spencer's Mom for the first time? So like, at the start Spencer is talking to his Mom about reader on a visit, and shows her photos of you, saying how much he loves you and how much he wants to marry you and she insists on meeting you. Reader is nervous as she doesn't have a good relationship with her Mom, but it turns out Diana adores you and shows you pictures of baby Spencer, little baby facts about him and tells Spencer how perfect you are for him💜

She’s Perfect - Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested by anon!

SPENCER’S POV

“She’s ready to see you, Mr. Reid.” said the nurse in the front desk. 

Despite having a pants dropping schedule at work, I always managed to find time for Y/N, and of course my mother. Even if I write to her everyday, being able to physically be with her hits differently. I get to entertain her by discussing how my day at work usually goes. I never brought up Y/N. I figured she didn’t want to see her son fly away into the arms of another woman but Y/N has been something special to me and it’s about time I share that part of my life with my mom. 

I take a big deep breath as I see my mom cleaning up her checkers game. “Hi, Mom.” I walked over, greeting her with a big hug. 

“Spencer, good to see you!” My mom looked at me, happy to finally see a familiar face again. “How have you been? It’s been awhile since you’ve visited.” 

“I’m sorry, work has recently been demanding. We’ve been receiving so many cases that sometimes after every case, we start a new one the next day! It’s been super crazy that our boss Agent Hotch considers sleeping overnight in his office! I can’t even get to allot myself time to spend time with either Y/N or you-“, Mom stopped my rambling as she heard an unfamiliar name, “Y/N? Who’s Y/N?” She asks, placing a finger on her chin.

 “She’s the love of my life, mom.” I said, smiling like a schoolboy in love, “I’ve been a proud boyfriend for 5 years and counting. I actually have pictures of her! Here.” I excitedly said, pulling out my phone which contained several hundreds of pictures of her. “This is her on our first date. We spent the day at the library, showing each other our favorite books.” 

I grinned even wider than before that I saw mom looking at me as if she’s never seen me this happy. “You must really love her, don’t you Spence?” She asked, rubbing me in the back. 

“With all my heart, mom.” I nodded. “From the very first day I laid eyes on her, I already knew she was going to be someone special to me. Being in love is a magical thing, but it doesn't always look the same for every couple. Some people fall in love and never express that love, others fall in love with someone who doesn't feel the same way, and sometimes people fall in love but can't make it work. Then, there are the lucky ones like me and Y/N who fall in love and whose love is returned. The admiration is mutual, we put each other first despite both having challenging jobs, and we feel safe in each other’s arms. I’m positively sure that I’m ready to ask for her hand in marriage, mom. I’m scared and nervous but receiving your blessing will help me overcome my anxiousness.” I reply whole heartedly, shedding a tear from my eye. 

She so happens to see it and quickly wipes it off my face. “Spencer, I am extremely proud of you in every way possible and now seeing that you have somebody in your life who can be your true anchor is something special in life. I give you my blessings…” 

“I feel like there’s a but after that.” I said, waiting for a response. 

“But I insist on meeting your soon to be a fiancé. It’s about time I meet the young lady who’s been putting a smile on my son’s face for all these years!” She playfully demanded, putting her hands into a prayer form. 

I truly wanted her to meet Y/N so I nodded, promising her she’d see her by the end of next week. I now just had to convince Y/N to find time to go with me to see mom. 

The minute I got back home, I wanted to make tonight special, hoping the chances of asking Y/N to meet my mom would be higher. I cleaned up our shared apartment, cooked her favorite meal, and lighted up the candles to set the mood. 

She arrived exactly 20 minutes after I arrived, looking surprisingly calm after a hard day’s work. Big heart eyes were formed as she saw me waiting by the dinning table with a fully prepared feast awaiting her. 

“Spence, you made us my favorite!” Then her big heart eyes popped, forming a nervous look, “Oh my gosh, did I forget our anniversary? Do we have a special occasion? Oh my gosh I-“ “Not to worry, love. Just felt like making your favorite!” I interrupted, calming her. 

“Just felt like it? I have a hunch that there’s more than that. Did you secretly do something bad and you’re trying to make up for it? Did you lose my favorite sweater? Did you break something?” she vivaciously guessed. 

“Not quite.” I chuckled. “So I went to see my mom, and I finally told her about you!” 

“Aw! That’s so sweet of you to do. How is Diane?” 

“She’s intrigued by you, Y/N! I told her I’d bring you by next week to finally meet her.” 

“Oh.” was all she said as she walked over to the dining table and quietly took a sip from her water. Sitting across from her, I reached over to hold her hand, trying to get her to look at me. “Is there something wrong, Y/N? You don’t seem excited to meet her. Do you not want to meet her?” I questioned, looking sad. 

She finally looked up as she placed her hand over mine, “No, I’d love to meet her but I’m nervous Spencer but for reasons not concerning her but concerning my mother.” she quietly replied. “Obviously you’re fully aware that I may not have the perfect relationship with my mother. I used to be extremely close with her at a young age but as I started to grow older, I despised her for personal reasons, resulting in constant fights with her, tremendously damaging our relationship. The minute I turned 18, I decided to move away from her, only being in contact with my father. Sure, there are times where I have to see her, but my interactions with her are different. I can barely share eye contact with her or continue a conversation with her after more than 5 sentences. What I’m trying to say is, what if I develop a similar relationship with your mother, Spence? What if it turns out that she doesn’t like me? After all, I’m taking her only child away from her. I’m not after all a ‘mom person’ so what if I don’t have a good relationship with her in general? I’m so frightened by all the possibilities!” she broke down, heavily sobbing. 

I quickly stood up from my chair across hers to sit down beside her, giving her a bone-crushing hug, rubbing her back, “Love, it’s alright. Let it all out.” I whispered in her ear, “Y/N/N, you know why she’s intrigued by you? It’s because of all the things I told her about you. Do you know how I love you? First of all, I know what love is because I feel it. I believe that when you are in love with someone, you feel the feelings that you read about in books. When you see your person, your heart leaps a little bit. You long for their touch, and you want to know everything about them. Spending time together is lovely, and you care about their hopes and dreams. Second, I never question our relationship. One way to know I love you as much as you love me has to do with how much time I spend questioning the relationship. Do you think that I want to be in this relationship but just aren’t sure? Do I think about whether I’m making a mistake in committing to you? Do I find myself rationalizing my relationship more often than not? People who love someone else as much as they love them don’t constantly question the relationship. They are secure in the fact the love is real and equal and that a commitment to it is a smart one. Finally, my attention for you never wanders. My eyes are always set on you and you only. They never wander around, looking for other potential mates as they are devoted to looking at you forever. You’re special, Y/N. My mom can feel it and it’s time she sees it.” I told her, kissing her in the cheek. 

“Wow, Spence. I’m speechless.” she chuckles, “I guess it’s time I meet the mother who gave life to this genius right here.” she nods, embracing me. 

-- 

One week has passed and I could sense that Y/N was genuinely excited, more excited than me perhaps. We walked hand-in-hand, entering the care home where my mom awaited to see my girl. 

As we walked in, mom unexpectedly noticed us first, speed walking over to us, opening her arms for a hug, “You must be the very special Y/N Y/L/N. It’s such an honor to meet my boy’s girlfriend.” she smiles, “Come, sit beside me.” she walks over to the couch. 

“The honor is all mine, Mrs. Reid! I’m delighted to finally meet the mother who raised the special man in my life.” Y/N politely said, sitting down beside her, “I brought you some baked goods I made for this special day.” she said, excited to give her the goods I helped make. 

Mom gasped, happily taking the goods. She then looked at me with a proud face, “Beautiful and thoughtful. She’s a keeper, Spence and honey, please call me Diane or Diana.” she nodded, giving me a thumbs up. 

“I know she is.” I proudly say, wrapping an arm around Y/N. 

“I’m so lucky to have a smart, caring, and handsome man, Diane.” Y/N said, placing a small peck on my cheek. Mom raised a finger in the air, “Speaking of handsome, I have baby pictures of our handsome man right here.” she said, digging up pictures from her bag.  “Wasn’t he a cutie pie?” she asked, presenting baby pictures of me. Usually I would be embarrassed, but seeing my two constant rays of sunshines, I couldn’t help but watch them gush over me together. It was something I was definitely remembering for life. 

As hours passed by, mom had dozens of pictures to go about with you as with every picture shown, she’d give out a single fact about me when I was a baby. You know how time passes real by when you have fun? I for sure, felt that. If I can recall, we arrived at 1pm and even though it felt like only a couple of hours passed by, it was already 7pm as visiting times were ending. Neither Y/N or I wanted to leave as we both felt safe and sound in the presence of mom. But rest assured, mom told Y/N that we were always welcome to swing by at any time as she loved having the two of us fill her day with happiness. Before we left, Y/N took the time to go to the ladies room, leaving me with mom, who took the chance to tell me something before we left. 

“Spence,” she said, grasping my hand, “I don’t know how you did it but you just found the perfect girl to walk this world. Like I said, she’s definitely a keeper. She’s perfect. I don’t want you to lose her or let her go. I can recognize a life long-lasting partner when I see one, and that’s her. Your relationship will last a lifetime, kiddo. If you’re planning to marry her like you said, ‘anytime’ is now, Spencer. Marrying Y/N will make me the proudest mama on earth.” she said, looking at me with a smile on her face. 

“Thank you, mom. I will make you the proudest mama on earth.. soon” I said, nodding in agreeance. 

#Spencer Reid #Spencer Reid x Reader #Spencer Reid x You #Spencer Reid x Y/N #Spencer Reid Imagines #Spencer Reid Imagine #criminology #Matthew Gray Gubler #Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader #Matthew Gray Gubler X You #Matthew Gray Gubler x Y/N #Matthew Gray Gubler Imagines #Matthew Gray Gubler Imagine #criminal minds #BAU #BAU Team #BAU x Reader #BAU Team x Reader #Requested #prompts #prompt #This was such a cute request

[sugargliderowl]

Thoughts on Janus’ Playlist...

Some of my first-time-hearing reactions to Janus’ playlist (sorry for the rambling parts):

Black Hole Sun: It’s apparently about depression according to Genius? Like it’s kinda like yearning for the depression to be sucked into the “black hole sun”... The snake references and heaven and hell is definitely Janus. Also, it sounds old-timey like a jazz song, so that sets up the mood of the entire playlist. I don’t really get this... but this feels like a mood setter for the entire thing, unless it means something else. What do you guys think?

It Seemed the Better Way: The strings? CHILLS. Leonard Cohen’s voice reminds me of Hades in Hadestown. “Sounded like the truth, seemed the better way... but it’s not the truth today” is just his motto is what I’m seeing. And then the “I better hold my tongue, I better take my place...” part feels like resignation to me. It’s either Janus is trying to help, but that didn’t work so he resigns to become the “villain” of the light sides. It could allude to the dark sides as a whole: they are all trying to help Thomas in their ways, but because being themselves doesn’t work, they need the villain, spooky facade.

Anywhere: Ooh, I’m seeing a vintage vibe from all of this... Back to the song. “It’s a beautiful / If you’ve been lied to” is a good callback to the whole “society is built on lies” from SvS from Jay Dee. “Let this be a call to arms / At the changing of the avante garde / Nothing in this world... is beautiful.” Is Janus a pessimist? If so, he’s a good juxtaposition to Patton, the optimist. Also, the vocals remind me of like a really old timey radio, semi-haunted... my instincts say that it feels like the singer is like Harrison Bergeron (Kurt Vonnegut; do read it; it’s a good short story) trying to tell the truth about this world that people think is a good place.

Talking at the Same Time: Someone please draw Janus as like a 1920s gentleman character swaggering... wait I can. This song reminds me of “Why don’t you do right” by Jessica Rabbit on “Who Framed Roger Rabbit.” Jazz or blues? Either one. This song is really depressing? I don’t know why, but there is that feel of everything is hopeless. Pessimistic, again. “A tiny boy... made a sword from a stick and a gun from his hand” reminds me of Roman in a way? But then again, the “we bailed out all the millionaires / they’ve got the fruit / We’ve got the rind” doesn’t remind me of Roman.

all the good girls go to hell: “MY LUCIFER IS LOOONELYY”... sorry I love this song. Anyways, the lyrics really speak to Janus just because of the whole duality and Christian metaphors. Also, J is the side who would definitely “want the Devil on her team”. We love the whole duality motif. I just *chef’s kiss x3*.

Denial: OH MY GOSH THE SVS REDUX... J was denial. HE WAS DENIAL. “Just don’t shut your eyes closed / Not until I get it off my chest” is basically the blindfold metaphor that happened throughout SvS, so would this be the message he wants to send to Thomas and Patton... or maybe the entire light sides. “Have you turned a corner? / Do you think of leaving me behind?” Dark side acceptance arc? Also, “I know you’re looking for direction... I know where you wanna go / Oh I do, but do you?” is to Roman and Thomas for the callback because he knew they wanted to go “so bad.”

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Trust in Me: Of course, snek boi, I knew this could be something you’ll put in. But do we trust you? So this is his suave villainy song. This again shows how Bananaconda child operates; he wants Thomas to trust him and be selfish but excessively. That’s why balance is necessary for all of the sides!

Razzle Dazzle: *gasp* MUSICAL SONGS NOW? YASSS. Definition is “noisy, showy, and exciting activity and display designed to attract and impress,” so the whole facade of being fancy to hide the insecurities and “bad” parts. Sounds like someone we know (*cough* ROMAN *cough*). “What if your hinges all are rusting / What if, in fact, you’re just disgusting? / Razzle dazzle ‘em and they’ll never catch wise” is just a jab and a stab at Roman. Or maybe it’s him. He’s also the dramatic one. If so, we have angst arriving.

When the Chips are Down: HADESTOWN OH MY YES! STRINGS! AAAAA! Does Janus give me Fate vibes in a way? Yes, definitely. “Nobody’s righteous / Nobody’s proud / Nobody’s innocent / Now that the chips are down” Holy CRAPP. It’s the perfect response to Patton’s “Nobody’s perfect... except for Thomas, he loves his friends!” in SvS. Now that the “chips are down,” Thomas should take after himself... after all, the Fates were telling Eurydice to look after herself. Sounds like what Janus said to Thomas after the Redux.

Mandy Goes to Med School: Oh. Um. This sounds like the whole jazz/20′s theme. This song’s apparently about abortion? I’m kinda confused, so feel free to add on! But it’s quite the bop, just listening to it. Maybe the whole thought that society makes laws based on a false conception? Help.

I Put A Spell On You: Janus definitely goes to jazz clubs. “I can’t stand it ‘cause you put me down” and “I tell ya I ain’t lyin’” and “Because you’re mine” makes the whole villainesque feel. I don’t know where this was from, but this stands out to me just because it was on the “Friends on the Other Side Mashup”. 

Evil Night Together: Ominous, and then jazzy. Jay Dee’s flirting skills go to the max. This also gives the villain vibe by the lyrics referencing things that Remus would be fond about. Also, “Who’s gonna make you a hero” seems to be directed to Roman like he did in SvS. This is a very seductive song with really dark undertones about crime. Janus, that slimy snek boi is a lawful neutral to evil. 

Dont’ Tell Mama: Cabaret... a classic musical, eh? “Hush up, don’t tell mama / Shush up, don’t tell mama” goes to Janus’ power to silence people. “If you had a secret, you bet I would keep it / I would never tell on you...” Janus is definitely the one about lies and secrets, so that goes to that.

You’re a Cad: “What’s the point pretending that you could be a better man? / Just give in, since you always end up right back where you began” “You’re a rascal and a rogue, a villain and a crook” is the other sides viewing him, and “Still I tug at your line, I’m a fish on your hook” and “I should be better, but I’m worse” is hinting at some Janus angst. I think it’s going to be something about trust

As Far as I Can See: JANUS ANGST TRUCKING IN ON TO YA: “Nobody loves me / As far as I can tell.” Or even “Nobody’s listening as far as I can tell / And when I’m crying out / Nobody cries back for me.” Haha... I’m totally fine (*sobbing*). Also, the “we’re all going down / all down the staircase aboard” either hints at the Redux statement of pushing people off staircases... or maybe Virgil who went down the staircase and left the dark sides. Gosh, I thought this was gonna be a hype song by the beat, but I stand corrected.

Criminal: Oh, so the angst continues. Great. Totally great. This somehow links back to the bloopers of Thomas, as J, saying “I’m not bad; I’m just drawn that way.” This is peak sarcasm in a way, but I don’t really know. “I’ve done wrong and I wanna suffer for my sins / I’ve come to you cause I need guidance to be true / And I just don’t know where I can begin”... is this from Thomas to Janus or the other way? If it’s from Thomas, Janus is kinda mad and is using as much sass as he wants. If it’s from Janus, it’s either he’s lying or he genuinely wants a redemption arc like Virgil did... but in a not so righteous way with “And I need to be redeemed / To the one I’ve sinned against / Because he’s all I ever knew of love.” I don’t really know, but this is such a bop.

Change: “I’ve been thinking it’s just someone else’s job to care / Who am I to sympathize when no one gives a d-” and “” Wow. Janus has his similarities with Logan. He wants to be listened to the sides. I mean, there is a reason why he impersonates the light sides: to be listened without bias. “Change is a powerful thing / I feel it coming in me” foreshadows some good stuff with Janus! YES! Also, “Maybe by the time this song is done / I’ll be able / To be honest” and the rest of the lyrics just hit me like a truck? It hurts the soul in a way. Change is inevitable is the message, so would that mean Janus could have an upgrade? I mean, the change started when SvS Redux happened with him coming out and being accepted by the light sides, so maybe, maybe things will change from there in a good way.

Devil In The Details: “A house of cards / A supple heart / Is not a place to dwell”.... Patton? Oh no. “But know there’s no backing out / This is gonna be reality / You can never dream it out” is going to his reputation and relations with the sides and Thomas? He seemed to have hesitated to say his name and let his reputation down since that would change everything that he has known over the years. Would this mean the dark and light side thing will break in later episodes? Maybe. “I put the past into the ground / I saw the future as a cloud / If there’s still time to turn around / I’m going to” is a big oof. And then... “I am the first one I deceive / If I can make myself believe / The rest is easy” comes in. Is Janus lying to himself? He’s the manifestation of deceit, but is he also doing that to himself? Or it could be to Thomas. But then again...

Come Little Children: Spooky. Nice. This feels like a lullaby. “It must be this way / To weary of life and deceptions / Rest now my children...” and then “The time’s come to play / Here in my garden of shadows” make me think that Janus thinks that this life is quite... painful. I am not too sure about this, tell me what y’all think!

Into The Unknown: Oh it’s not that one. It’s the one from Over The Garden Wall (the animation if I remember it right). I don’t know why, but I saw Come Little Children and connected that to Into the Unknown as words, so that was cool. “Dancing in a swirl / Of golden memories / The loveliest lies / Of all” refers to nostalgia. This song is about nostalgia. Wait. OH WAIT. Patton’s room is all about that... so would that mean nostalgia is also part of Jay Dee too because of the mood around it that is distorted by emotions? That’s something really cool to think about. One more: “If dreams can’t come true / Then why not pretend?” I feel like this points to Virgil in a way because his dream is complete acceptance, but Janus knows V was a dark side, so maybe he’s hinting at Virgil pretending to compensate for the fact that he is a dark side.

Summary:

Janus’ aesthetic would be a 1920-40 vintage theme with jazz on the background, strings and piano used ominous effect, and being flashy and dramatic. He wants to be listened to the other sides, so he puts up different disguises (like to Pat and Lo), which includes his villain facade he put on for the past maybe 2 or 3 years. He strongly believes that society is built on lies, and like in SvS, he doesn’t want Thomas to be disadvantaged in the said society. He loves the whole duality and juxtapositions (I mean, his name is Janus for a good reason) because he embraces them both. He jabs at several sides for them faking themselves to hide their true feelings, but then again, he might also be lying to himself. He knows that change is inevitable after the whole name reveal, and we know that his acceptance arc is going to come. It could be about trust and facing the reality... just my thoughts. In other words, this playlist gave me a bunch of reasons on why Janus is a great morally gray character.

FEEL FREE TO ADD ON! I LOVE SHARING THOUGHTS! Especially with analysis, more people means more thoughts and new ideas and theories. Thank you! 

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[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Jimin Scenario|College AU|

You were talking and laughing with your friends before class started and had the strange feeling someone was looking at you. When you turned your head to the side your eyes locked with Park Jimin’s. You quickly looked away and went back to talk with your friends, but they noticed how flustered you suddenly were. 

“What’s up y/n? You’re acting weird.” 

“No I’m not. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Your face is bright red and you suddenly look very shy and flustered.” Your friend looks over and sees Jimin is still looking at you and she gets a knowing smirk on her face. “Ahhh, are you crushing on Jimin like everyone at this whole school is?” You slap a hand over mouth and hear his musical giggles from across the room. 

“Shut up! He’s going to hear you!”

“I mean I don’t blame you. He’s freaking gorgeous. And sexy. Half the student body is whipped for him, even the guys.”

“He’s more than just a beautiful face to look at. He’s dedicated to his school work. And he’s so kind a caring and such a sweetheart. I think he might be an angel.”

“Why don’t you just tell him that?”

“Because I’m not... experienced really in the world of dating. He deserves more than that.” Your friend flicks your forehead. 

“You are also very dedicated to your school work, and are kind and sweet. Experience doesn’t matter and-” Your friend is cut off when the professor arrives and begins lecture. You turn to face back toward the front, however you are finding it hard to concentrate. Even though Jimin is sitting across the room you are worried he might have heard what your friend said. You are perfectly content with admiring him from afar, and had no intention on acting on your little crush. Okay maybe big crush. But like your friend said, literally the entire student body has a crush on him. And you really didn’t understand what would make you stand out from the rest so you quickly tried to bury your crush on him. As soon as lecture was over you saw Jimin move and start heading towards you. In a panic you grabbed your stuff and ran out of the room and he was left there feeling more confused than ever. Maybe he read things wrong. He assumed you were talking about him. He saw your friend look at him and then say something that made you promptly slap your hand over her mouth. Maybe you were saying bad things about him and you really didn’t like him after all. 

It was a shame. He had developed quite the crush on you. You were smart, and funny. Every time you answered a question in class your answers were always so well thought out and he found himself wanting to talk to you and get to know you, and hear more of your thoughts on just about anything. But when he finally had the courage to talk to you, you ran away from him. It wasn’t lost on him that nearly everyone thought he was attractive. He was asked out countless times but always said no, knowing that most people were only interested in his looks anyway. But he got the feeling you were different. He sighs and collects his belongings before walking outside to meet up with his best friend, Taehyung. the moment he saw him Taehyung started rambling off about a huge paper that this professor assigned instead of taking a midterm exam. Jimin tried to listen and be empathetic. But of course you were close by, talking and laughing happily with a group of classmates like it wasn’t a big deal for you. That was one of the things he admired most about you. How you so easily made friends and seemed to warm up to everyone instantly. Well, everyone except him it seemed.

“Hello? Earth to Jimin?” Taehyung taps on his forehead and he shakes his head to snap him out of his daze. 

“Huh? Sorry did you say something?”

“I’ve been talking to you for the last 5 minutes and you didn’t listen to anything I said did you?”

Jimin blushes and shakes his head. 

“I’m sorry Taetae.” 

“It’s fine Jiminie. Just tell me what’s wrong? You’ve been moping since I got here.” 

“Have you ever talked to y/n?”

“Oh yeah! We have a lecture together and she helped a few times when I was struggling to understand something. She’s a sweetheart and gets along with everyone in our class.. why?” Jimin’s mood sours even worse at that. 

“Why does she hate me?” Taehyung spits out his tea at that and stares at Jimin in shock. 

“You’re joking right? Y/n? Hate you?? Who could hate you except the devil himself? You’re an angel.” Jimin smacks Taehyung’s arm. 

“I’m being serious.” 

“So am I! Why do you think she hates you?”

“Because! Everytime I look at her she looks away from me so quick like just my stare burned her. She talks to everyone so easily but whenever I smile at her and wave she looks like she doesn’t know me. And just today! I walked up to finally talk to her and she collected her stuff so fast and booked it out of the room when she saw me heading towards her.” Taehyung stares at him as he lets all of this sink in before bursting out laughing. “What is so damn funny, Tae? You know what fine. If you aren’t going to help me I’ll just go.” Jimin moves away but Taehyung grabs him and forces him back down onto the bench next to him

“You can’t be that dense, Jimin. Please tell me you’re joking.” 

Jimin raises his eyebrow at him as if to say Do I look like I’m joking?

“Oh my gosh you really are.... Y/n doesn’t hate you she has a crush on you.”

“I’m sorry what now?”

“She’s probably just shy and flustered every time you talk to her! That’s why she always looks away and ran from you earlier.”

“But why would she do that instead of just talking to me?”

“I don’t know why don’t you ask her? She’s alone now.” Taehyung gestures towards where you are now sitting underneath the tree, eyes closed and basking in the afternoon sun. He can’t help but think you look absolutely ethereal like this. 

“I-I can’t. What if she really does hate me?” 

“Jimin. If you don’t get up and call her over here I will.” 

“You wouldn’t.”

“Hey! Y/-mmph!” Jimin covers his mouth and glares at him. 

“Okay fine! I’ll go talk to her just be quiet!” Taehyung smiles. 

“Go get her tiger!” 

Jimin rolls his eyes and stands up from the table and walks over to you. You crack your eye open when you realize something is suddenly blocking the sun. You see Jimin standing over you and feel your heart leap into your throat. You feel your cheeks instantly heat up and glance at the ground, hoping he’ll assume that your blush is because of the heat. 

“Hey um, y/n?”

“Y-yes?” You squeak, still not meeting his gaze.

“You mind if I sit here for a minute?” You don’t say anything but shake your head. He sits on the side of the tree to the right of you. It makes you nervous that he’s not saying anything. 

“Any particular reason you want to sit here here?”

“Because it’s close to you.” You place your hand on your head to see if this is just some weird fever dream because holy shit why is Park Jimin sitting next to you and... flirting?

“O-oh.” You hear him giggle at your bewildered expression. 

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure...”

“So I was talking to Taehyung earlier.. and we were discussing something things...”

“What things?”

“You.”

“M-me? what about me?”

“Well see I thought you didn’t like me since you always avoid me but Taehyung seems to think you have a crush on me. Can you tell me which one of us is right?” You freeze, your brain literally stops functioning and you forget to breathe for a moment.

“I’m sorry.”  Jimin’s heart sinks at that. 

“Oh.. okay I thought so. Um, I don’t know what I did to make you dislike me but I’m sorry.” He gets up to move away from the tree but is tugged back by his pant leg. He glances down at you in surprise and you quickly take your hand away.

“I meant I’m sorry for making you think I didn’t like you. I do.. like you I mean. Taehyung is right.” 

“Really?!”

“Yeah. It’s just...” You wonder how much you should share with him about your insecurities. Jimin sits in front of you and offers you a gentle smile to encourage you and try to make you feel comfortable. 

“It’s okay. You can tell me or not tell me. Just know that you can confide in me if you want, I won’t judge you.” 

“That’s because you’re a good person.” Jimin smiles wider and it settles your nerves. “It’s just that you make me nervous and flustered. But not in a bad way like I am uncomfortable around you. This is just unfamiliar to me and I have no experience with dating or... anything really. I’ve never had a crush on anyone before because I was so focused and dedicated to my course work. But then you just had to walk up in here with your gorgeous eye smile, beautiful personality, and big heart and I just didn’t know how to act around you. Like, seriously you’re so beautiful I can’t even look at you how was I supposed to talk to you?” You say all of it in a rush and Jimin can’t help bit laugh. Your confession was sweet, your words meant the world to him and he had to laugh the nerves off. 

“You’re talking to me now aren’t you?”

“Yeah and I’m afraid I have said way too much.” 

“I don’t care that you’re inexperienced or whatever worries or insecurities you might have floating around in your head. I’ve had a crush on you too.”

“You’re joking right?”

“Nope. You’re kind, and so smart, and you get along well with everyone and you’ll help anyone you see struggling. And I happen to think you’re really beautiful too.” Jimin move around to the side of the tree where he was sitting before. He moves his hand so it is gently resting on top of yours. “How about if we take some time to get to know each other? I’d love to take you out if you’ll allow me?” 

You turn your hand over and lace your fingers together.

“I’d like that very much.”

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[jomarchlover]

Heather

Hi guys! This is my first fanfic that I have ever posted, so sorry if it’s a little cringey or something. I hope y’all enjoy! Love you guys<3

Summary: You are a new member of the stranger things cast and you are getting interviewed with the rest of the cast.

Lots of fluff and gender neutral.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of anxiety and feeling less than.

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“So y/n were you scared to start working with your other cast members since you came in on the third season?” The interviewer asked looking over at you expectantly.

“Um yes I was extremely scared. I felt so anxious the entire casting process and then I was so happy to get the role, but then I started feeling really anxious again thinking about how I was going to be acting around some really talented people and of course I didn’t want to mess up and ruin the production. Before I first met the cast I cried for like an hour and finally my mom told me just be the best you can be and so I walked in there with my head held high and immediately went to the farthest corner away from everybody. I was so shy for about the first three weeks of filming but I realized it was affecting my acting so I decided to just completely go for it and be myself and I am so glad I did, because I have made some of the best friends possible.” You rambled on. Slightly blushing after realizing you had just revealed a lot about yourself.

“Oh y/n/n you're going to make us cry” Finn said wiping away fake tears. The heat instantly started rushing into your cheeks. You had liked Finn since the first time you met. He was so cute and nice and also liked similar bands to you. You guys instantly bonded over your love of vinyl.

“Yeah y/n was so shy when they first came on the show we all thought at first they just didn’t like us, but it didn’t take much for us to realize they were just nervous to talk to everyone. The duffers even came to us and told us that at first y/n would probably be very shy but would slowly begin to open up to us. I remember the first time they laughed at a joke and everyone just kinda stopped and looked at them. They have one of the sweetest laughs.” Milly said.

Your heart warmed to Millie’s compliment and you gave her a little kpop heart while blushing. You should really get this blushing under control. It was getting ridiculous at this point.

“Oh y/n/n don’t get all embarrassed on us.” Caleb says laughing reaching over to pinch one of your now inflamed cheeks.

“Sorry I just get so embarrassed remembering how shy I was. I have grown so much since then, and the cast has really helped me gain so much confidence.” You said honestly looking at the interviewer.

“Y/n is like the cast’s baby.” Finn says looking over you.

“I am not.” They reply sassily. Everybody busts out laughing.

“Okay now the next question is for Finn.” The interviewer says looking over at Finn with an evil glint in his eye. You began to feel nervous. He was going to get a bad question wasn’t he.

“Shoot,” Finn says nonchalantly.

“I heard a rumor that you had a crush on one of your castmates while filming. Is this true?”

Now it was Finn’s turn to begin blushing. You had never heard of him having a crush on someone before. Was it Milly? You had thought you and Finn were pretty good friends now why wouldn’t he have told you?

“Man where do you guys get this info? You gotta tell me your source man.” Says Finn jokingly.

“Oh come on now don’t be shy Finny, tell the nice man the truth.” Milly said in a sing-song voice.

“Yeah come on Finn,” said Noah in the back. “Don't be shy.”

“Umm well I guess I may have had a small crush on one of the cast members.”

“Can we hear any details?”

“Well I’m not going to give any details but they are one of the sweetest, most beautiful people in the entire world and I still can’t believe that I was so lucky to even work in the same room as them.

“Wow that doesn’t sound like a little crush that sounds a lot like love my friend.” The interviewer says jokingly to Finn.

After that little escapade the interview seemed to end quite shortly after. It had actually been a lot of fun. You had never been interviewed on tv before, but still even amidst all the excitement you couldn’t help but think back to Finn's crush. Who was it? Was it Natalia? Maya? Sadie? Gaten? There were so many options each of your castmates were extremely beautiful and talented and smart, in a way that you could never be. Your mood immediately dampened thinking of that. In the words of Conan Gray “I wish I were Heather,” right about now. You continued walking along with the cast back to the suv that had taken you to the interview. You were first to the car so you did the courteous thing and climbed into the very back row. Finn right at your heels. Noah and Millie sat in the next row and Caleb sat in the front seat. Each of you had a lot of space since Gaten and Sadie didn’t come to this interview due to scheduling conflicts, yet Finn still sat so close to you could feel your leg touching against his.

Not five minutes into the ride everyone except you and Finn were immersed into a very loud and heated discussion about their thoughts on whether or not the french fries from McDonalds tasted better than the french fries from Wendy’s. Personally you didn’t like french fries so you just continued to stare out of the window to look at the scenery.

After a minute or two you felt two eyes boring into the side of your head, you turned slightly to your right and saw that finn was staring at you. Why was he looking at you? Dang you had a booger didn’t you? Oh god if you had a booger and finn saw it you would probably die from embarrassment.

“Okay I can’t handle not knowing do I have something on my face? Please just tell me.” You said turning fully towards finn and looking deep into his dark brown eyes.

“You.. uh. No..you don’t.. I just.. ugh. “

You sat patiently waiting for him to finish. Still staring at him expectantly he visibly sighed and looked back towards you.

“I mean no you don’t have any thing on your face other than your facial features.”

You laughed a little noticing his odd wording.

“Well that is good to hear because I thought I saw you looking at me and wasn’t for sure If I did or not.”

Finn let out a small jittery chuckle “No. Nope. You're totally good. Everythings good. I'm good. YOu're good. You look goo-.”

Your eyes widened, was he just about to say you looked good? Did he think you were pretty? No get that out of your head he clearly likes someone else, someone you're probably friends with and like too. Now that you couldn’t get your mind off of the topic again you decided to be brave and ask him about it.

“So..” You said turning your head towards him. He looked back at you looking nervous about what you were gonna say next. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable because I know it’s none of my business, but how come you never told me you had a crush on one of our cast mates?

“Oh so you heard that.” He said, turning his head to look down at his feet.

“Well yeah I think everyone heard that.” You said sarcastically. “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to tell me but if you wanna talk about it I can keep a pretty good secret.”

“Oh I know that. Remember that one time Sadie whispered something to you and you couldn’t stop laughing for like three hours straight? Filming literally got pushed back a day, and you wouldn’t tell anyone what she had told you because she asked you to keep it a secret.”

You felt yourself giggling thinking about what she had told you trying to get a reign on yourself you forced yourself to stop focusing on the joke and start focusing on something else. “Wow I’m surprised you remember that if I'm being completely honest. I mean you weren’t even in that scene.”

“Yeah but I like to watch you.” His eyes widened and he suddenly turned to look at your reaction. “I mean I like to watch you act because you’re a great actor/actress.”

Your cheeks began to redden at his words. He likes to watch you. He liked to watch you. He thought you were a great actor/actress. You kept repeating his words in your head and you felt yourself get more giddy each time you rethought of his previous words.

“You’re a pretty good actor yourself Mr. Wolfhard.”

“Thank you.” Now Finn was blushing. He looked so cute when he blushed. Well really he looked so cute when he did anything. You suddenly felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Gosh you wished you could just kiss his freckled cheeks. Sadly, you thought that might give away that you have a crush on him. You knew you were staring but you just couldn’t make yourself stop. He was so gorgeous.

You both quickly made eye contact and looked away at each other. He likes someone else you had to repeat to yourself. You felt nauseous thinking about Finn with someone else but you wanted your friend to be happy. You were so curious so you decided to bring it up one last time.

“So do I get to know who the lucky person is that you have your eyes set on? I’ll even guess and you can tell me if I get it right or wrong if you are comfortable with that.”

“Yeah I don’t think you’ll guess correctly but you can try.”

You sat for a second and tried to think of everything that was said about this person. “Okay well apparently they are one of our cast mates and they’re very sweet, beautiful and talented. That could really be anyone now that i’m thinking about it.” You began stroking your imaginary beard.

Finn was just watching you with an amused look on his face.

“Okay I have my first official guess.”

“And who would that be my love?”

“The only person who I truly believe matches that description is David.” You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself.

“OMG how did you know?!” Finn says dramatically.

Tapping your forehead you whispered in your best british accent, “Just a brilliant mind I guess.”

“You are so close yet so far away from the correct answer.” Finn said in mock disappointment.

“Hmm who could it be. Who could it be.” As soon as you finished talking Millie's joyful laugh ripped through the van, and as you turned to Finn as he turned to Millie. You immediately knew who he liked. He liked- no loved Millie as the interviewer had put it. You could never compete with her. Milly was confident, gorgeous, kind and smart. All things that you seriously lacked.

Once everything died back down Finn turned to you and said, “Okay final answer. If you get this one wrong I guess you'll never know who The Finn Wolfhard likes.” After seeing the loving look he gave Millie you really didn’t want to keep playing this stupid game. It was clear to you now all the moments that you had ignored between them but you couldn’t continue to do that. There was clearly a lot of chemistry between the two, and who were you to stand in between that?

“Okay but for real I know who you like.” You said suddenly leaned closer to make sure not to give away the secret to prying ears. As much as you loved them you wouldn’t tell Finn’s secret no matter what.

“It’s Millie.”

Finn suddenly gave you a baffled look. “Wow for a second I thought you were going to say the correct answer, but clearly not.”

“Don’t be rude and you don’t have to lie to me anymore. Jokes over. I know the truth and so do you.” You turned back away the second you felt the tears begin to burn at the back of your eyes. Oh no. This was just great you were going to start sobbing next to your crush just because he doesn’t like you. You felt so pathetic. You never thought a boy would have this much hold over you. How had you even let this happen? This is absolutely ridiculous.

Almost as if he could sense you getting upset Finn leaned in close to you and whispered into your ear, “I don’t like Millie. I only have eyes for one person and they’re sitting right next to me.”

You didn’t turn around but you knew he saw your back stiffen as soon as he said the words.

“If this is a joke I will never speak to you again.” You said slowly turning towards him wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“I would never joke about something this important y/n/n. The first time I saw you, I immediately knew I wanted to be your everything. You make me feel a way no one else ever has. I get all tongue tied around you and I get butterflies in my stomach, but it’s so worth it if I get to be by your side even for a second. I have loved you and will continue to love you for the rest of my life.”

You were in disbelief at his words. You would've never imagined he could have ever felt this way about you.

“I feel the same way about you, Finny. You’re the sweetest person I have ever met.”

And then you were both smiling like fools at each other. You probably stared at each other for ten minutes straight before you each turned away. But you let out a happy sigh when Finn’s hand found your own and you intertwined your pinky’s together.

That's how you sat for the rest of the ride. Neither of you spoke or looked at each other. You both just continued to look out of the windows and revel in the fact that you both liked each other.

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