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chelseeebe · 1 year

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don’t you (forget about me)

summary: being forced along to hawkins every summer had always been a drag. but then you meet the doe eyed boy slinging ice cream at the mall and summer changes for the better. but was it destined to stay a summer fling?

wheeler!femreader x steve, we’re gonna pretend steve n nancy weren’t that serious in this ok.

ONE singular use of y/n (bc it is damn near impossible to introduce people without saying their name!!)

a/n my god i’ve been loving the family member x steve lately haven’t i :o already started an angsttyyy part 2 for this.. think taylor come back.. be here angst ;)

you’d always hated getting dragged to hawkins for the summer. it was boring and the people were.. weird.

the only redeeming factor was getting to stay with your cousins, whom you loved.

especially nancy.

she was only a year younger than you but so obviously influenced by everything you did, from the way you styled your hair to how you spoke, showing her new slang from the city.

plus, getting to team up and bully mike was an added bonus.

this summer was going to be different though, nancy had found a job with her new boyfriend at the local paper, leaving you all alone.

she’d begged for the day off when you’d arrived, taking you to the new mall that had opened up in the tiny town, starcourt.

it was all very bright and always bustling, full of kids on their summer vacation.

maybe you could hang out here this summer, at least there was air conditioning.

nancy tries to drag you into the stationary store but you point blank refuse, knowing just how long she’d take, obsessing over paper quality and ink flow.

i’m gonna go get ice cream,’ nodding over to the sailor themed shop, ‘please, don’t be hours in there.’

she drops your hand, flashing you a cheeky grin before rushing into the dull store.

you sigh, walking into the ice cream parlour, preparing for the hour long wait you were about to face.

trundling over to the counter, you can see a boy dressed in sailors gear arguing with another similarly dressed girl, perched on the ledge.

she nods towards you, ‘do your thing, harrington.’

he spins on his heel to face you, an enthusiastic smile on his lips, ‘hi! what brings you here today?’

you stare back, slightly bewildered, ‘uhh.. ice cream?’

he leans forward, hands resting on the counter, ‘yeah, we sell ice cream,’ he nods towards the display.

you nod slightly, raising your brows, ‘right.. well, can i order?’

you weren’t sure if he was always a bumbling idiot or if this store was actually a front for some illegal business and he’d forgotten what to actually do.

‘yes! of course,’ he fumbles with the ice cream scoop tucked into his short pocket, not once breaking eye contact.

you smile, honestly out of sheer joy in watching him and his odd movements.

‘just chocolate, please,’ nodding to him.

he doesn’t move, still gazing into your eyes, mouth slightly parted with the remnants of his smile.

the girl behind him clears her throat and he’s kickstarted into action, finally breaking away from your eyes and grabbing a cone.

you stare, mostly in awe, unsure if this was his attempt at flirting with you or if he was generally just.. like this.

he hands you the cone, attempting to flip the ice cream scooper but failing miserably, a loud clattering of metal sounds as it hits the tiled floor.

the other sailor bursts out with laughter, slapping her knee as he bends down, retrieving his scoop and putting it back on the counter with a small sigh.

you bite down onto your bottom lip, wanting to stifle your laughter as his cheeks flush red.

‘thanks..’ you nod, giving him a half-smile.

his eyes meet yours again, not as bright as once before but you can still see the fervour in his eyes.

‘yeah.. enjoy, come back anytime,’ he says, finding his smile once more.

you grin back, walking out of the store, questioning what the fuck had just happened.

‘nice one dingus! that went really well,’ she muses, raising her eyebrows as steve cringes away.

‘just.. shut up,’ he doesn’t even fight back, knowing just how terribly that went.

‘oh.. and that’ll be a buck fifty.. you didn’t charge her,’ she giggles, making it all much funnier.

he just groans, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his wallet, placing the bills into the machine.

he stares out of the door, unable to shake the image of your smile from his head, cursing himself for being such a dork.

although steve had longed for it, you don’t come back into the store the next day. or the day after that.

‘look, robin..’ he sighs, ‘there was something different about her, i could feel it.. in my bones,’ he explains to his coworker.

‘oh my god,’ she groans, ‘you’ve said that about near enough every girl that walks through that door.’

‘no, no.. i’m right about this one,’ he reiterates.

in fact, you hadn’t really left his mind at all.

the fact you hadn’t laughed at him and the genuine, sincere smile on your face as he massively embarrassed himself played over and over again.

‘i think you need to get over it,’ robin rolls her eyes, swinging out her legs over the counter and hopping into the background.

steve just shakes his head, turning back to his post, he’d shot gunned being front of store all day, just in case you came in again.

it’s the end of the week before you’re back at the mall, this time on your own.

mike was almost disgusting when you'd asked him to join you, he was too old and far too cool to hang out with you.

you debate going back into the ice cream shop, wanting to see the strange but beautiful brown-eyed boy again.

well, fuck it. if anything, you’d have another funny story and some ice cream.

you sidle into the shop and the ginger girl from the other day looks up, a slightly shocked expression on her face.

she reaches over to ding the bell, ‘hey steve, might wanna get out here,’ she yells through the back.

‘i’m on my break! you can do it,’ he calls back.

you stand, bemused at their exchange, had he been speaking about you?

she raises a finger, telling you to wait and spins to lean through the window, ‘just get out here,’ rolling her eyes.

the boy sighs, walking through the swinging door with a half-eaten sandwich in his hand, crumbs all over his blue uniform.

‘look robin, when i’m on my bre-,’ his eyes slowly meet yours and you raise your eyebrows in faux shock.

he smiles, placing his sandwich down on the counter and brushing himself off.

‘hey! i was waiting for you to come back.. well, not waiting but- just,’ he gives up, ‘ice cream?’

‘oh really? you were waiting?’ you grin, squinting at him.

‘every damn day,’ the girl who’s name you’d learnt was robin adds, ‘like a lil’ puppy.’

he elbows her as she walks into the back room, giggling to herself.

‘don’t listen to her, i was just.. hoping you’d come back, kinda embarrassed myself last time.. had to show you my scooping skills,’ he beams, gripping onto the scooper.

‘riight,’ you nod, ‘well, let’s see em’,’ watching him intently.

‘chocolate?’

‘please.’

he’s slightly smoother this time, not so visibly nervous at least.

‘i don’t think i introduced myself.. my name’s steve, professional ice cream scooper,’ he winks and you giggle in response, finally learning mystery boy’s name.

he goes to hand over the cone before quickly bringing it back towards him, ‘ahh.. well, the thing is.. you can have the ice cream, but i’m gonna need something from you.’

you tilt your head slightly, you’d realised once you’d left the shop that he hadn’t charged you but you didn’t he’d care.

‘okay, what’s that?’ you humour him.

‘a date, with me.. obviously,’ he smirks slightly, the ice cream still hovering in the air.

‘hmmm.. isn’t this like.. blackmail or something?’ you joke, though maybe not so obviously as his face drops.

‘oh, no no.. i was just-,’

‘i’m joking,’ you nod assuringly, ‘sure, i’ll go on a date with you,’ smiling at him.

‘wait, really?’ he looks almost shocked at your willingness.

robin sits up and you can see her head pop up in the window, a completely shocked expression on her face.

‘yes,’ you laugh, ‘but i would like my ice cream,’ you point at the already melting ice cream still in his hand.

he looks at the cone and then back at you, ‘right!’ finally handing over the ice cream, ‘you really wanna go out?’ he has to ask again.

‘yes, but if you ask again i’ll change my mind,’ you say, licking the dripping ice cream.

‘wow.. okay, okay.. tomorrow? i’m off work at like six..’

‘yeah sounds good, i’m up on maple.. big white door, pick me up at seven.. i’ll be waiting,’ you confirm.

‘okay, yeah..yeah,’ he stares back, his mouth slightly open, ‘i don’t even.. i haven’t even asked you for your name.. how rude.’

‘y/n,’ giving him a small smile, beginning to back out of the store, ‘seven sharpish, i don’t like waiting,’ you add before leaving.

it’s awful and you can’t help it but you’re blushing.

he’d been waiting for you.

you can’t ignore the giddy feeling in your stomach.

‘so.. i’m going on a date tomorrow,’ you add, sprawled out your front on nancy’s bed.

‘what? you didn’t think to tell me sooner?’ her eyes widen, a small grin on her face.

‘well it only happened today.. i wasn’t gonna call you at work,’ you laugh, placing the half-read magazine on the bed to give her your full attention.

she prods you with her finger, ‘tell me all about it..’ crossing her legs and sitting up.

‘well.. he works in the mall, and he said he waited for me to come back, you know i told you about that boy completely embarrassing himself,’ you chuckle, remembering back to your first encounter.

‘oh my god, that’s so cute.. what’s his name?’ she questions, bright-eyed and genuinely excited for you.

‘steve.. he works in that ice cream store,’ you nod excitedly.

her face falls slightly and you pick up on it, straight away.

‘what? what was that face for?’

she shakes her head, ‘no.. it’s not- it doesn’t matter.’

‘nancy,’ you sit up properly, now in-level with her.

she purses her lips together, ‘well.. you remember that boyfriend i had.. last year? that’s him..’ she looks back at you, also slightly in shock.

‘that’s steve? oh nance.. i’m sorry, i didn’t even realise.. i won’t go,’ you apologise, reaching over to hold her hand.

‘no no no, oh my god no, i don’t care.. go, it’s just..’ her lips twitch slightly, ‘it’s kinda funny,’ she cracks up, giggling.

you stare at her for a moment until her infectious laugh catches on and you start giggle too.

‘it’s not that funny,’ you say through laughter.

‘i can’t believe that weird boy you were telling me about is steve,’ she says, calming herself from her giggles.

you chuckle, getting back into your comfortable position on her bed, ‘are you sure you’re okay with me going?’

‘i am positive, go have fun,’ she reassures you with a smile.

‘okay,’ you nod, grinning up at your crazy-haired cousin.

on the drive over; steve had racked his brain trying to figure out why the big white door on maple street rang a bell but couldn’t figure it out.

not until you walked out of the wheeler’s house and it had all clicked.

his face a picture as you walk over.

you gave him a small wave before getting into the car, smoothing out your skirt as you sit down.

‘did you.. did you just come out of that house?’ he points over to the large house, a confused expression taking over his features.

you chuckle, nodding, ‘yeah.. nancy’s told me a lot about you,’ you add, staring into his widened eyes as his face drops.

‘wait.. i’m confused.. is this a prank?’ he asks, still none-the-wiser.

you burst out into a laugh, ‘no, oh my god.. i’m nancy’s cousin.. if this is too weird, i completely understand.’

he’s finally on the same page, the look of understanding clear on his face, ‘no.. it’s not, is it?’

‘i don’t think so, nancy didn’t seem to care,’ you shrug, watching as the cogs turn in his brain.

‘okay well, i don’t care either.. do you?’

‘hmm.. nope,’ shaking your head.

‘okay.. good,’ he nods, a small smile emerging, finally finding the humour in the situation.

‘good,’ you reiterate, pulling the seatbelt around you.

he starts the car, still somewhat confused yet amused by it all.

‘you’re.. oh my god, you’re from cincinnati .. shit, how did i not..’ he laughs, clicking his fingers.

‘oh? you already know me?’ you ask, turning to face him.

‘oh yeah, god.. nancy did not shut up about this amazing cousin from out of town, i can finally see what all the hype’s about,’ he raises his brows, clutching onto the steering wheel.

‘well,’ you grin, flattered by your cousin’s obvious love for you, ‘i hope i don’t disappoint.’

‘you’re already well over my expectations of you.. if that helps,’ he glances over before quickly looking back to the road.

‘that’s good to know,’ you smile to yourself, stomach doing flips at his words.

‘don’t get big-headed now.. let’s see how i feel after the date and then i’ll decide,’ he jokes, giving you a small side-smirk.

he was.. calmer outside of work, not so flustered and a whole lot more comfortable around you.

you put it down to those tight, bright blue shorts.. must’ve been cutting off the circulation to his brain.

‘that’s a lot to remember,’ he nods, you’re sat on the grass at the edge of the fair, leaning back on your hand as you take a handful of the cotton candy steve was holding.

‘no it’s not,’ you protest, ‘super easy.. actually,’ you say, biting into the fluffy treat.

‘okay.. so, your mom and dad got divorced.. your dad is mr. wheeler’s brother-,’

‘technically my dad is also mr. wheeler.. but carry on,’ you giggle, motioning for him to continue.

he glares at you with a small smile, face illuminated by the flashing neon lights of the fairground rides, ‘anyway.. mr.wheeler is your uncle.. you don’t speak to your dad much anymore but.. you and your mom still visit every summer..’

you nod along, ‘see, told you it was easy,’ you grin back.

‘that was anything but easy, i put a hundred percent of my brain power into that,’ he chuckles, ripping off a piece of cotton candy.

‘god, your poor little brain,’ you jest, mockingly pouting at him.

he shakes his head rather endearingly, ‘how come i never saw you? i was at the wheeler’s like.. every day last summer.’

you seethe, ‘we couldn’t come last year.. someone failed math and had to do summer school or they wouldn’t graduate,’ you shrug, looking at the obviously intoxicated passer-by.

‘ahh.. so you’re not very good at math then?’ he jokes, prodding your side with his sharp elbow.

‘i never said that someone was me.. but no.. awful at it,’ you laugh, meeting his gaze again.

he just smiles back at you, eyes searching the entirety of your face, you notice as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth.

‘what?’ you laugh breathlessly, shaking your head at his stare.

his gaze drops to your lips briefly before meeting your eyes, ‘i really wanna kiss you,’ he breathes.

‘okay,’ you reply, it comes out as a whisper, giddy at his words.

he’s still resting his weight on his hand as he leans over, weight now unbalanced, the dewy grass slips between his fingers as he practically collapses on top of you and the stick of cotton candy going flying as he just about catches himself before he crushes you.

you stare up at him, eyes-widened at his utter failure to be smooth, giggling in his face as he holds himself up now just inches above you.

‘the cotton candy,’ you pout, turning your head to look at the discarded pink fluff.

his hand reaches up to touch your cheek, moving your head to look back at him, smiling as his lips finally reach yours.

suddenly, the obnoxiously loud carnival music and the screams of riders go silent, a show of muted colours flash behind your closed eyes, the feel of his body on top of yours.

he pulls back slightly, smirking, ‘i totally meant to do that.’

you giggle once more, ‘smooth,’ your arms move to wrap around his neck, tangled into his already outstretched arms.

he pauses for just a second before locking his lips to yours again, his smile incredibly evident through the kiss.

his hand still cradles your face, the mixture of his cologne, fried foods and gasoline fills your nose and you smile back, the kiss becoming a clash of teeth and breathy laughs.

summer might not be so boring after all.

you would never, ever normally be the one to chase a man after a date but there was something about steve, something about last night that had flipped the switch.

you didn’t wanna have to wait for him to call.. eighteen hours was already long enough.

besides, your mom and karen had gone for their annual mother’s retreat, meaning day-drinking and shit-talking and anything was better than being stuck at home with ted.

so you traipse into the mall, making a beeline for the ice cream shop, ignoring the pushy salesman grabbing at you.

normally, your heart would be in your throat.. not wanting to initiate things but you felt confident strolling through the walkway.

you’d sat at the carnival field for hours, even after they’d shut down all of the rides, cascaded in moonlight as he rambled on about his dad, telling you all about high school and his ‘golden days’ as he’d called it.

when he’s eventually dropped you off, hours after you should’ve been back, he leant over the centre console of his car with the cheesiest grin on his face and kissed you one last time, you could’ve honestly stayed in the car forever.

the ice cream shop is busier than usual and it takes a minute for steve to realise you’re there, in the middle of serving a customer he falters, unable to continue the order coherently.

his eyes dart between you and the poor dad just trying to get ice cream as he finishes the transaction.

‘hey,’ you simper, smiling as you get to the counter.

‘hey.. i wasn’t expecting you, threw me off,’ he chuckles, readjusting the sailor hat on his head.

‘i couldn’t tell.. totally smooth,’ you’re reminded of his fumble last night, now he’d totally played it off.

‘shut up,’ he remarks, cheeks flushed with colour, ‘what brings you to scoops ahoy? apart from the ice cream of course,’ he moves from behind the counter, closer to you.

‘i was just wondering if you wanna go see a movie later?’ you shrug.

‘yes, yeah.. i’d love to,’ he nods excitedly before looking at his watch, ‘shit.. i’m supposed to be closing.. unless..’ he looks back at robin, who was sat at an empty table reading some gossip magazine.

she looks up at him over the tabloid and rolls her eyes, ‘fine,’ she grumbles, ‘but all of your tips next week are mine.’

his mouth falls open but he doesn’t protest, ‘deal,’ he reluctantly agrees before turning back to you with that same cheesy grin from last night.

‘so it’s a date?’

‘it’s a date,’ he nods, ‘i’m out of here at six.. d’you wanna hang out here ‘til i’m done?’

you narrow your eyes, looking around the brightly coloured establishment, ‘i’m gonna say no.. but i’ll be there,’ you laugh.

‘right, yeah.. see you at six,’ he calls out as you begin to walk away, ‘i don’t like waiting!’

you flash him your middle finger, giggling at his mockery.

it turns out, you’d spend a lot of time in scoops ahoy through the summer.

waiting for steve to finish work or joining him on his breaks, sat in a booth eating far too much free ice cream, sharing soft, vaguely strawberry flavoured kisses.

you also get to know robin, ganging up with her to bully steve, joking about how dorky he looked with that sailors hat perched on top of his quaffed hair.

one night after countless hours already spent with him at work, you’re lazing in his bed, almost dropping off to sleep as his fingers comb through your hair.

you groan into his chest, ‘i need to go..’ repositioning yourself to look up at him, pouting.

‘stay,’ he whispers, ‘fuck the rules,’ his chuckle vibrating his chest.

‘i can’t, my mom’ll kill me..’ you frown, but the way his own plump lips pouted at your denial made your heart skip a beat.

you knew there was now an actual number on how many more times you could do this before you had to go back to virginia.

‘stay..’ he breathes, ‘you’re already half-asleep.. no point in moving just to fall asleep again,’ he shrugs, determined to get you to stay.

‘hmm.. that’s a good point, i don’t have my pajamas though..’

he roars with laughter, shaking as his arm clings onto you, ‘wear something of mine, or do you specifically need your pajamas?’

‘no.. but they’re cute, cuter than your clothes,’ you grumble, slightly offended by his words.

‘yeah i’m sure, but you don’t need pajama’s.. not in steve’s bed,’ he jokes.

you flash him a look, ‘you’re a pervert.. get me something to wear then,’ poking him in the chest.

his eyes widen and a smile emerges, ‘you’re staying?’

you nod, returning the smile, ‘yeah, you’ve convinced me.. somehow.’

he lets go of his hold on you, rolling out of the bed to get to his dresser.

you shiver at the lack of contact, watching as he pulls out numerous options, agreeing on some old hawkin’s high basketball t-shirt.

he throws it over to you, undressing himself as you sit up, beginning to lift your shirt when he stops and you notice his eyes watching you.

‘i knew you were a pervert,’ you remark, suddenly coy, shrinking into the blanket.

‘sorry, sorry..’ his eyes drop to the floor as he steps out of his pants.

you lift the shirt off, left on his bed in just your bra, it’s like you can feel his stare boring into your skin and you look back up to meet his gaze.

‘what?’ you smile slightly, using your hand to cover your chest.

he steps over to the bed, the mattress dips as he sits, leaning over to you.

your cheeks blush, red hot as his hand caresses your cheek, gentle with his touch, ‘you are so beautiful.’

his eyes glisten as they look into yours, his lips connect with yours as his other hand comes up move your hand from your chest, leaving you exposed as he presses closer.

you lie back on the bed, still holding onto his shirt when you hook an arm around his neck.

he pulls back, his lips practically still on yours, breathing heavily and gazing at you.

‘so this is why you wanted me to stay?’ you quip, giggling.

he shakes his head, smiling, ‘no.. i wanted to ask you something.’

you brace, knowing exactly what’s coming next.

you’d thought about it, plenty. unsure of how your relationship would go, or if it was going to stay a summer fling; something you looked back on with fond memories.

‘hmm?’

‘i wanted to ask, if you would be my girlfriend? i know that you’re going back soon.. but i don't wanna lose this.. not without at least trying first.’

you smile up at him but you can't help the apprehensiveness and notices, his own smile falling slightly.

'you know i want to.. it'll be a lot of work, it won't be easy.. at all,' you attempt to make him understand.

'i know,' his thumb strokes your cheek, 'i've thought a lot about this, trust me, i wanna try.'

you swallow but the smile emerging on your face is inescapable, full on grinning at the boy above you.

deep down, you knew there was not a chance in hell you would've ever said no, there was too much unexplored. no way you could go the rest of your life knowing what you'd left behind.

'is that a yes?' he laughs, widening his eyes in anticipation.

'yes,' you nod, joining in with his laughter, 'of course it’s a yes..’

he presses his lips to yours once more, smiling into the kiss.

it’s magical, your stomach does flips as his other hand glides up your exposed torso. intimate but not inherently sexual, just wanting to be close to one another. to jump into his bones and stay there.

the thought of having to say goodbye in a few short weeks only more daunting.

you walk back into the wheeler household, fully prepared for whatever punishment you were to face.

to your surprise, no one bats an eye as you walk into the kitchen, the family and a random group of whom you can only guess are mike’s friends, huddled around the table eating a late breakfast.

‘oh my, you’re back! how was it?’ karen asks, eyes bright as she pushes charred pieces of bacon onto a plate.

you look over to nancy who very quickly widens her eyes and nods, signalling for you to go along with whatever comes out of her mothers mouth.

‘yeah! it was so good,’ you say, not half as convincing as you’d liked.

you weren’t even sure what ‘it’ was.

‘good! nancy loves those lock-ins.. i swear she’s been to so many over the summer, i hope it pays off!’ she grins, giving nancy a small pat on the shoulder.

‘liar,’ mike coughs under his breath and you rightfully shoot daggers at him over the table.

nancy gives him a swift kick in the chin under the table and he grits his teeth but doesn’t react.

‘i’m gonna go take a shower..’ you smile before leaving the kitchen, not wanting any further grilling from your own mom.

as you’re walking up the stairs the group of boys speed past, racing to the basement.

the last curly-headed boy stops and looks up at you, ‘i know who you are,’ he says and you stop, looking down at him over the bannister.

‘okay?’

he gives you a wide toothless smile, ‘i’m steve’s friend.. he’s told me about you, is that where you really were?’

‘errr.. you’re steve’s friend?’ taken aback that the small boy is friends with your fully grown boyfriend.

‘yeah,’ he brushes off your animosity, ‘so, was it?’

‘no,’ you smirk, ‘i was studying.. obviously.’

‘you’re a liar,’ he laughs before joining the others in the dinghy basement.

you roll your eyes and continue to walk up to nancy’s room, awaiting her arrival to fill her in on everything and thank her for saving your ass.

saying goodbye was all the more painful this time round.

without knowing when you were going to see each other next, it was hard to even stay positive.

of course you’d exchanged numbers and even made him a stack of pre-written envelopes with your address on so he was set to reply to your letters for at least a few months.

realistically, it was only a few hours drive but it felt like you were leaving him on the other side of the world, especially after going from spending every day together for the past few months to having no idea when you were gonna see his face again.

his arms are hooked around your waist, clinging on to the last bit of contact for god knows how long.

you sway slightly, arms around his neck as your mom gets into the loaded car.

she’ll give you a few minutes grace but you know she’ll start honking soon.

‘i have to go..’ you mumble, lips pressed against his shoulder.

‘i don’t want you to,’ he groans, not pulling away from the embrace, not yet.

you sniff, eyes brimming with tears, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his cheek, ‘i know.. i’ll call you as soon as we’re back, okay?’

he loosens his grip, placing his forehead to yours, ‘promise?’

you nod, a salty tear sliding down your face, his thumb is quick to wipe it away, ‘promise.’

‘i’ll see you soon.. you better call me every single day,’ he gives you a weak smile, his hand now cradling your cheek.

‘i will.. everyday,’ you laugh shakily, unwrapping your arms from his neck, running your hands down his arms.

he exhales, planting his lips to yours, leaving a short, tender kiss before finally releasing his grip on you, now taking your hand.

he walks you over to your moms car, very considerate to open the passenger door as you give his hand one last squeeze, sliding into the car.

‘bye.. as soon as you get back, yeah?’ his hand rests on the door.

‘i promise,’ you reassure him, a tiny smile on your lips.

he closes the door with a slam, bending over to wave to you and your mom as she starts the car.

the lump in your throat only growing as she pulls down the long drive and you can’t bring yourself to look at him through the mirror.

just knowing that it was the last time for the foreseeable that you were going to see him was too much.

your mom’s hand reaches over to rest on your knee as press your head against the cold window, miserable and without the one thing you’d grown so attached to.

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artemis32 · 1 year

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I've read Subjugation II, and it's amazing!! I didn't evem notice that was the first time you've written smut (that's the name? I forgot, lol). Anyway, what are your thoughts if reader fells pregnant after that? Or not even after that but in the same universe of the fic? 🙄🙄

Hope you're well 😃

subjugation drabble i

So usually I'm not into the whole pregnancy thing, but oh my gosh do I have some thoughts (also the phrase “barefoot and pregnant” sounds a bit strange in English, I’m sorry ://)

I have no idea if this is a drabble or not, but we’re labelling it as one

Also - my laptop is very buggy at the moment, so until that's fixed, I unfortunately can't write anything (except maybe a few short drabbles)

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tw: pregnancy mentions, noncon / dubcon, oral sex (f receiving), creampie

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So neither of these men believe in wrapping it before they tap it - why should they when you belong to them. They don’t care much for pulling out either, that’s no fun.

Really, it wouldn’t be any surprise to either of them if you ended up pregnant sooner or later.

Only, it might happen a bit sooner than either of them would like.

You only just started to “accept” them, they really want to enjoy their time with you for as long as possible - children would be a distraction.

Don’t get me wrong, they definitely want you to carry their children in the future, and not just one either, though they haven’t decided on a specific number yet.

They want children, they truly do - but they want your full attention more, at least for the moment. They can’t very well get down and dirty if you have a few rascals running around at all hours of the day.

Then again, the idea of you barefoot and pregnant has been one of their biggest fantasies for a while - the gentle swell of your stomach, plush breasts filled with milk, your face glowing beautifully as your pregnancy continues.

It’s tempting, getting you pregnant as soon as possible. But they’ll put it off for as long as they can stand.

Shota is the voice of reason, reminding Hizashi of how much time and energy goes into raising infants, children who you have to care for all day, everyday.

You don’t get a say in the final decision. They may take into consideration your thoughts and feelings, but ultimately, their word is law. Whether you actually want children or not is irrelevant.

Any anxieties you have about pregnancy or being a mother are brushed off, gently but firmly. They may try to quell your fears at first, but eventually their patience will run out and they tell you outright that you have no choice in the matter.

They may consider putting you on some form of birth control until they feel ready to give up their time with you, until they’re ready to become parents, but who knows how long that will last.

When they eventually do want children, no amount of begging or pleading will change their minds. Sobs and screams fall on deaf ears, and physical retaliation is met with stern discipline. They aren’t above tying you down to get what they want.

Out of the two of them, I imagine that Shota has more of a breeding kink than Hizashi does.

Hear me out - while Hizashi loves the sexual act in itself, Shota loves the idea of you being pregnant, especially with his or Hizashi’s child.

Not only the mental image of you being pregnant, but also the idea of you relying on him during the pregnancy, having to ask him for help with anything and everything.

Washing your hair while you shower or washing your back and legs while you bath. He’d insist on bathing with you, slotting himself in behind you, gently massaging your shoulders, softly rubbing circles onto your back with the washcloth.

He’d help you get dressed too, and he’d take his sweet time. He’d help you put on lotion, squirting it into his hands to warm it up first. He’d have you sit on the bed while he kneels on the floor between your legs, both of you covered by nothing more than a towel.

His fingers would lightly massage your ankles, gently rolling the swollen joints, working his way up, kneading your sore legs.

Of course he wouldn’t stop there - he would massage your hands and feet, your arms and back. He would save your stomach for last.

Still kneeling on the floor, his rough palms would smooth over your bloated stomach, rubbing in small, slow circles.

If you happen to look at his face, you would see him staring at you already, eyes dark and filled with a deep loving look.

Naturally, seeing you all pliant and willing would stir up something within him.

Sex helps with stress during pregnancy - that’s what he would tell you in those moments, gently coaxing you on to your back.

“I’m helping you. You and the baby.” He would say as he lowered himself between your legs, shifting you so that your legs lay over his shoulders.

He would stare at you with such adoration, placing soft kisses on the inside of each thigh, working his way up to the apex of your thighs.

Soft is the best way to describe him. His only focus is you, your pleasure, your desire.

One orgasm turns into two, which turns into three.

After he’s had his fill, he’ll straighten up, dropping the towel around his waist. Still, he remains calm and gentle with you, slowly working his thick cock into your dripping cunt. There’s almost no stretch, no burn - curtesy of the three or four orgasms he pulled out of you with his mouth minutes prior.

He rocks his hips back and forth to a gentle rhythm, the veins along his cock dragging over your sensitive walls. Usually he’s able to push you into another two or three orgasms - pregnancy made you more sensitive than before, not that either of them ever complain.

Once he’s cum, buried to the hilt inside you, he’ll pull out slowly before pulling you into him, cuddling you close.

He never rushes to leave you, to clean you up or dress you. Oftentimes, you’ll fall asleep in his arms, still naked, and wake up hours later, clean and dressed, wedged between him and Hizashi.

Hizashi loves slow gentle sex with you too, though he hangs around you more than Shota does, if that’s even possible.

He seems to believe that pregnancy addles your brains, and he doesn’t trust you to complete tasks - he helps you put on your shoes, feeds you, brushes your hair for you.

It might have infuriated you, how both of them almost infantilize you - it should, but their softer demeanour is refreshing. Having them coddle you is far better than them punishing you in a cruel and painful fashion.

So overall, they love the idea of you being pregnant, and they definitely want to start a family one day, just not anytime soon.

Though when it does eventually happen, you’ll probably end up smothered and coddled to death.

#.anon.#art answers #subjugation ask #hizashi yamada #shota aizawa #present mic #eraserhead #female reader #yandere #dark content #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere yamada hizashi #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic x reader #.noncon.#.dubcon.#.pregnancy.

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onikattingz · 2 years

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Eleven Method

i recently rewatched stranger things from season 1 to season 4 and took note of how el went to the void…and kinda made my own spin on it and found that the method actually worked for me..lmao and no you are not going to drown yourself in saltwater haha ok

1-as always you can prepare

if you want feel free to do any type of meditation/and or listen to asmr to relax you (optional)

2.the water placebo…(this is where your self concept/manifestation skills come in)

quick backstory i discovered the law march 31st of 2021 it met me when my life was the lowest of lows so when i find out i can change it just by flipping my mindset and putting my entire faith in a method or two i thought oh well..have nothing to lose now..as i continued to do research on the law it reminded me of a memory/practice taught to me by my dad growing up that till this day i still practice and stand by with full faith..my dad handed me and water bottle peeled of the paper and told me that that water carrie’s energy..be careful what you speak while holding a cup of water because “it hears you” sounds a bit creepy? well he actually isn’t entirely wrong..there was a experiment that a doctor by the name of Dr.Emto did speaking negatively-to positively over a bowl of water and took pictures as to how the following affirmations effected the the crystals within the water..i’ll link and article but please research more on this topic because it is very interesting (search “talking over water experiment”) anyways i had realized that i have been manifesting like this for years..ever since i was 10 years old my dad always told me..make a wish upon your water..be grateful for every drop of water you come across your life because it can “feel and hear” ..once i became re aware of this last year i began to consciously manifest with water and BOIIIIII can i tell you water is such a powerful method to bring on desires (i’m selective with when calling a method powerful because at the end of the day it starts with our minds not the method but you know what i mean) so how can i apply this to the void.. i took a bottle of water and spoke void concept/void affirmations over it such as “i always wake up in the void” “entering the void is as easy as sleeping” “i always wake up with all my desires” “my body prefers waking up in the void every morning” etc…say it like you mean it now proceed to drink all of the water knowing for sure in the back of your mind all these affirmations are true…think of it as you are now getting your “super powers” of easily being able to command your state of consciousness in and out of the void LMFAOOO this sounds silly but trust me

3.You are now going to block as many as your senses as possible..smell..taste..touch…hear..see

uhhhh realistically we aren’t in labs and chances are you don’t feel safe entering the void in a bathtub and quite frankly i don’t blame you nor do i recommend (so please don’t lol) buttttt what i did was i put on these noise canceling headphones and a blindfold and to be honest that was more than enough to quite down my brain

4.Decide if you are going to wake up..or “go” into the void state

my first attempt i went into the void state 2nd i fell asleep and woke up in the void state (from a nap i haven’t tried overnight yet)

5.Going in?? read on

with your ears and eyes blocked (i used one of those sleeping mask things) i layed down on my bed and calmed myself down by breathing by for maybe a minute or two as i was doing so i began to imagine myself floating (el usually used her void to communicate/find/see peoples memories/spy so instead of doing so i imagined parts of my dream life/and or appearance/ and or the specific things i wanted to manifest in this void..for an example.. let’s say i was manifesting having clear skin i would imagine myself in first person walking towards the version of my self with clear skin or if i was manifesting a acceptance letter from a specific school i would imagine walking towards the letter and picking it up in the void..makes sense??? i hope so ..after doing breathing and visualizing for about 2 minutes….

..i didn’t even affirm for a long time..i literally just commanded that i was in the void one time and instantly couldn’t feel my body the blindfold on my eyes face nothing…i quickly affirmed for my desires and boom was out of there

6.Waking up?? Read on

don’t go to bed with noise canceling headphones i believe that isn’t safe but yeah feel free to wear the blindfold..but this is pretty self explanatory i just woke up in the void..at first it felt like a dream for a minute until i fully realized i was there but i quickly affirmed for my desire this time it was free front row tickets to see one of my favorite artist at the wireless festival and money so i can pay for the plane tickets and boom i had it once fully woken up

i really hope i explained everything in a way everyone understands and seriously do your research on that water experiment it’s actually quite interesting.

it’s all about intent and faith..as you go about this entire process remember your intention..going to the void..go live your life babes xx

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aylacavebear · 2 months

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Stockroom Antics - Chapter 1

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 1747

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst (mild)

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic.

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You’d think being something supernatural you’d prefer to stay away from people, and live more of a solitary sort of life, but no. You like people, love laughter, and having a job with amazing coworkers brings you a sense of peace and happiness in your life.

One of your best friends at work is Sarah. She’s adorable, fun, and goofy, and you both make each other laugh all day at work while you unbox the truck shipment and get things on the hummers and into the bluebins, to get put out later.

She knows what you are, sort of. Although, not even you yet know the actual name of what you are. You haven’t found anyone you can really trust outside your immediate family to tell the whole truth to. Hell, you don’t need to scare anyone. Most people have no clue what’s really out there and you like keeping it that way. You’ve researched to find a name for what you are but so far, there isn’t a single thing that has your abilities/powers description.

As you’re out on the floor, getting out one of the hummers with the kitchen items on it, your mind wanders back. When did it start, you think to yourself, absentmindedly. Four years, five now. You’re not sure anymore. Technically you’re in your early forties but ever since it happened, you feel like you’re in your mid to late twenties again. It also seemed as though aging had practically stopped. Most things a forty-year-old body would go through, you haven’t been experiencing. Just the opposite, you truly feel as though you’ve been getting physically younger.

“Excuse me, do you work here?” A woman asks, pulling you from your thoughts, as she can’t see the nametag hanging around your neck with how you’re standing.

You turn to her with a friendly smile, “Yup, how can I help you?”

“I’m just looking for a pan I can cover the top of my stove with,” the woman attempted to explain.

Neither you nor the woman knew the exact name of that particular thing, but glancing down, you notice a rather large cookie sheet on the shelf on the endcap of the aisle you’re stocking, “This might work,” you tell her, picking it up.

The woman is impressed, looking it over, “How much is it?” she asks.

You flip it over and find the tag, “Nine dollars,” you let her know, “Not bad. This is really nice.”

“What about that price? Fifteen?” the woman asks.

“Oh, that is the price you’d find it for at another store. Our price is always on the bottom of the tag,” you reassure her.

The woman is very happy, letting you know that if it doesn’t work to cover her stove, she’ll be making cookies. Of course, this is when your lighthearted side comes out, “I’m here Monday through Friday, always in the afternoons,” you tell her, playfully.

She finds you adorable, smiling at your playfulness and the two of you spend almost three full minutes talking about cookies before she thanks you for your help. You know it will bring your times down that you have to run the hummer in, but to you, seeing a customer smiling and enjoying their visit to the store is what brings you the most joy at work.

You smile happily to yourself as the woman goes on about her shopping trip and you get back to running your hummer of kitchen items. It’s while you’re putting out some of the food that the mess of the section bothers you again. This is one thing you’re not responsible for, straightening the shelves up to make them look nice. You frown a bit, seeing that there is nowhere to put out the box of bagged oats. Checking around, and not seeing anyone nearby, you just think that there is room on the shelf, that it looks a little neater, and it happens in less than the blink of an eye.

What you didn’t notice was that you were being watched. A man, in his mid-thirties was standing near the women’s clothing racks, just watching you. He was fairly average, with short brown hair, and brown eyes, only about an inch taller than you, wearing jeans, a blue t-shirt, a hoodie, and sneakers.

You finished the kitchen hummer and then grabbed a toy one, making sure to write down your times on the sheet in the stockroom. The toy hummers were a little different. They had toys, pets, and craft supplies. Being a kid at heart, as well as loving anything stationary, you loved running these hummers. As you were putting out some of the dog toys, you heard the sound of one of the bluebins heading in your direction. It was like the hummers but those bluebins were for women's, men's, and children's items specifically.

Sarah was soon standing at the end of the pet aisle, phone up and recording, a playful smile on her lips, “Aaaannd, you’re fired,” she tried to say seriously.

You pretend to look upset and sad, then toss your arms up with playfulness, “Party at my house!”

The two of you laugh as she saves the video, only to post it online later, your Stockroom Antics tag included. The man who had been watching you earlier continues to do so. Every aisle seems to be a bit of a mess today, so again, you think about it looking a little nicer. Only a little though, you don’t need to draw unwanted attention to yourself from your boss if they watch the cameras.

Ten minutes before your shift ends, Sarah comes back up to you, “Code 99 me?” she asks, and you smirk.

“Oh, so if I don’t, that means you’re stuck here,” you chuckle.

“Not cool,” she replies, playfully, “Should I go find someone else?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Na, I’ll let you out,” you laugh a little.

The two of you walk to the front of the store, in front of the doors so that you’re both on camera. Sarah opens her bag, and you peek in, “Looks good. See you tomorrow?” you tell her.

“Yup. See ya,” she replies before leaving.

You smile a bit and head to the stockroom. There’s always some cleanup that needs to be done and you enjoy doing those little things that there never seems to be time for others to do. The man continues to watch you, and you still haven’t noticed him, not really anyway. You’d seen him, yes, but to you, he’s just another customer.

The backroom isn’t bad, not today. The girl is working on tagging the shoes with the alarms while a couple of other girls are in the clothing pods tagging clothes and getting them on racks to go out either later on or the following morning. You get some sweeping done, straighten up the bluebins and hummers, then bid them all farewell for the evening. Just as you reach the register to clock out, your ‘end of shift’ alarm goes off.

“Thank you phone,” you say out loud, pulling it out of your back pocket, and then turn it off. Smiling and shaking your head a little.

“See you guys tomorrow,” you tell the two cashiers as you punch out.

They smile and say goodbye as you head for the door. Since you don’t carry a purse, there’s no need to have a code 99 before you leave. The air is a little crisp, it being the beginning of January in Southern Arizona and you put the hood of your hoodie over your head. It’s been a cold few weeks, although this week has been the worst with the rain. For three days now the low in the mornings has been in the upper twenties and the days barely over fifty. That’s cold for where you live but it happens every so many years.

As you’re walking toward your truck, which you love with all your heart, the man from earlier is following you still. The chill doesn’t seem to be bothering him at all. For now, you believe he’s still just a customer, not paying him much attention. The wind blows just right, from behind you, and all you can smell is sulfur, and a chill runs down your back. You take a deep breath though, calming your nerves. You should have known that picking a job across the street from where you had previously worked wasn’t the best of ideas.

You stayed calm as you walked to your truck. She was quite the beast of a truck. A 91’ F350 XLT Lariat, crew cab, long bed, with a two-inch lift, 1500 lb leaf springs, and 4-wheel drive. You hadn’t saved up enough to have her fixed up like you wanted but you loved her dearly. As you rounded the hood, the man pushed you against your truck, right in front of the tire.

“Found you,” he said in a low, pleased tone, smiling devilishly, “The boss is gonna be pleased.”

Without thinking you put your hand on his chest and the black smoke of the demon's soul began expelling out of his mouth, toward the ground. This wasn’t the first time you’d had to deal with demons and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. The demon looked at you through the man’s eyes, almost in terror but more in shock at what you were doing. He apparently didn’t get the memo of what had happened to the last demon that had gotten too close to you. A smirk crossed your lips as the demon's soul left the man’s body, went into the ground, back to hell where it belonged.

With the demon now gone, the man was unconscious. You sighed before carefully dragging him over to the closest tree in the parking lot, which you had parked near, and propped him against it. At least he was still alive. Most demons rode whoever they possessed hard, usually killing them in the process. He’ll wake later, you told yourself before heading home.

That night you thought long and hard about whether or not to go back to work the following day. You knew the demon would tell his boss, whom you’d never met, just heard about. That’s when you sat up a little straighter on your couch, a determination in your eyes.

“I’m not letting demons run me out of a job I love,” you said confidently.

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A/N: If you'd like to be tagged in this one, and future chapters, leave me a comment and let me know. :)

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ijustreallylovethem · 1 year

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being a super famous popstar and writing an album about luke or jack

i wrote this as reader in an interview about a week after dropping the album

“so this album is packed full of love songs… is there a certain someone they’re about?” you smiled, reaching up to play with the necklace you wore.

“yeah, actually. i started writing songs about our relationship around the time that i was finishing up my last album but it was still so new that i decided to leave them for myself for a bit. and they didn’t really fit the vibe of my last album. then i got back in the studio and i was working on this albums and originally, i was taking it in a whole different direction.”

“so what changed your mind? why did you decided to completely flip the switch?”

“to be honest, it seemed like the only thing i could write was love songs. i actually ended up moving in with the person i was writing about and being around him so much was just so inspiring.”

“now, i’ve done my research, and i listened to the whole album since it was released last week. you haven’t confirmed a relationship with anyone specific but you’ve dropped a lot of context clues in your songs.”

“oh yeah, there’s definitely been a lot of speculation about me having a boyfriend lately but if you really listen to the songs it’s so painfully obvious who i’m writing about.”

“can i name some that i noticed?” you nodded, giving her a smile and a motion telling her to go ahead. “so i just did a quick listen but in our song movin’ on, you talk about moving in with your boyfriend and mention that you’re in jersey.” you nod. “in lucky number you say that 43 must be your lucky number.”

“those two alone might be enough to figure it out, honestly.”

“but i picked up a third thing which i really think gives it away. i won’t point it out, because i know some fans love to put the pieces together themselves, but i’ll give a hint. you should definitely be looking in the lyrics of eyes of a devil.” you smiled, giving he interviewer a wink to show that she figured it out.

“that’s definitely some good advice.”

“did you show the songs to this special someone before they were released?”

“i did. at first i was scared to show him just because i had written so many but once i realized that i really wanted to use music tell everyone how i felt about him, i knew i wanted his input on what was included on the album. i let him look at all of my mostly finished products and he helped me pick some that he liked, and i picked a few more that he didn’t say anything about but i could tell he liked. eyes of a devil was definitely one of those considering it is a little bit different from the rest lyric-wise. once i had everything recorded and the track list together, i played it for him and asked if he was okay with me releasing that as my album. he’s a very private person so i wanted to make sure that he was okay with people essentially knowing that we were together.”

“so not only did he hear the album…”

“he had a big say in it. if he would’ve told me not to release it, or that he didn’t want anyone to know about us being together, the album would look a lot different.”

“well let’s hope the next one isn’t full of angsty break up songs,” she joked, and you let out a slight laugh.

“oh yeah. i don’t know that i could handle having a whole album of love songs to sing if i wasn’t with him anymore. but it was definitely a well thought out decision and i feel secure enough in our relationship to say that i don’t think there will be any break up songs written about him.”

“in time of my life you said you’ve been together four years, right?”

“i did. it’s closer to five now, i wrote that actually about a year ago because it wasn’t quite four but that sounded better than three,” you laughed and the interviewer joined in.

“well it’s been such a pleasure talking to you and hopefully we get to meet again sometime in the future!”

“yes, i’ve had such a good time!” the interviewer turned to talk directly to the camera to end the interview.

“make sure you guys go listen to y/n’s new album all my love is yours and let us know who you think she’s writing about!”

#blurb #luke hughes #umich hockey

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onlyrosyjohnny · 2 years

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let’s grab some dinner [one shot]

-fluff/comfort

-Johnny x College Student!FemReader/OC; established relationship

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: College is beating you up so your sweet boyfriend wants to have dinner with you so you can have a little break

Warnings: over-caring Johnny (in a thoughtful way), mentions of not eating on time/skipping meals,

Recommended song: https://open.spotify.com/track/5XaGqclLmeuH0EBg75Li0n?si=551ffb352e324872

[8:43 pm]

Printed handouts, pens of different colors, paper clips, books, sticky notes, and many other things can be seen in your disorganized study desk. A usual scene in your one bedroom apartment as the season changes and the weather gets cold because it means the exams just started and you just know that many more assessments will be given in the coming days.

Getting your not-so-warm cup of tea and taking a little sip, you then check your phone for the time. It was almost 9pm and you’re still not done with the take home exam due the day after. Might be a little early for some to finish this, but you just don’t want this to coincide with a major exam on the same day of its deadline.

You do some stretching and then look at the overview of your work. “Wow, I am definitely not close to finishing this paper tonight. How long have I been just sitting here and doing this?” You can really give your full attention to tasks and accomplish them as early as possible. You try to keep this kind of time management so you can still have time for yourself before going to bed, but this take-home exam would just not allow it.

The white noise in your room was disrupted by your phone as a call came in.

Johnny Suh is calling…..

For someone in a 3-year relationship you have to admit that his contact name in your phone is a bit bland, and he’s been pestering you about it since the start.

Smiling widely, you answer his call and put it on speaker.

“What can I do for you Mr. John?”

“Wow, no ‘Hi babe, I miss you’ or something like ‘Hi baby, I’m glad you called’? What is happening to society nowadays?”

“Okay, fine. Hi Johnny, I miss you. There, happy?”, you reply dryly just to annoy him a bit.

Johnny is surely the more affectionate one in this relationship. The ways he makes you feel loved, it’s like he took a masterclass for it.

“You didn’t call me baby but okay. I haven’t heard from you the whole day, how are you? Are you very busy because of your upcoming exams?”

You explain to him that you are trying not to stack one assessment over another and that you try your best to finish your other assignments earlier so you have enough time to study for the exams and that you get a good amount of sleep too.

“Okay, I get it. But what were you doing the whole day? You didn’t even spare me a reply.”

It was evident from his voice that he was already pouting by now.

“I was doing my take-home exam, it’s due on Friday and I have an exam that day. I want to finish it already so I can study for my Chemistry exam without thinking about my other subjects. I’m about 60-65% done with it, I think”

“Okay, at least now I know you were not eaten by your closet monster.” He jokingly said. You can just imagine the big smile he had when he mentioned your closet monster, remembering that you told him about your childhood fear that Monsters Inc. was real. You smile shyly because he remembers the memories you treasure.

“Well, for me I just finished the varsity meeting and had my dinner there since they gave us salads. Now, I’m on my way to get some coffee. How about you, what did you get for dinner?”

Along with his affectionate side, your boyfriend has that kind of love a mother has.

“Actually I haven’t had dinner, I was ab-”, you were cut-off with a panicked voice.

“It’s already 9pm! Your last meal was around 1pm-ish. You should get enough sustenance, especially now that you're studying so much because of the exams. Having not enough food will make you sick. You being sick will make studying harder and-”

His over-caring side is sometimes annoying because of his never-ending sermons, but you do understand that it's from a place of love and since you go from different universities it's only seldom you can really spend time with him, unlike in highschool where you can have lunches together.

“Mom, chill. I get it, sorry I got lost doing my school work. Don’t worry after this call, I’ll have something delivered.”

“No, I won’t take that chance. We're going to get dinner.”

Of course you disagreed with what he said because you don’t want him to drive at this hour when he could be resting after his long day. “But John you just had dinner, I’ll just order something later”.

“No buts, I’ll meet you in our place in about 20 minutes tops.”

“Are you sure? I can just eat here in my apartment and you can just go home and rest already.”

“And don’t take the chance to see you and have yourself a little break? I don’t think so. I’ll see you there love.”

As you say your goodbyes and remind him to drive safely, a bigger smile is now plastered on your face. He’s a little stubborn but he's a very sweet guy. Maybe he was just using ‘dinner’ as an additional excuse to see you tonight? Maybe, maybe not. Nonetheless, you feel nothing but loved and cared for.

You got ready after the call and went straight to the café just below your apartment. This was the place where you and Johnny often celebrate milestones in your relationships since this is where you two first met. Your first encounter with him was in high school, when you were getting some pastry for an afternoon snack and he was ordering coffee and eventually you two started dating. Now, you are attending a university just near your high school alma mater while he chose a university downtown.

[9:17 pm]

You entered the cafe and there were a handful of students in there, some were studying and some were dining.

“Hey Y/N! Welcome, what can I get for you?”

The waiter asks as they recognize you.

“I’ll just order a cup of tea for now, I’m also waiting for Johnny”

“Sure, you can take your usual table.”

“Thanks you’re the best.”

Time went by quickly and you just received a message from him saying that he had arrived in the building and was just looking for a parking space. Seconds after, you see him in his after school clothes, and has that sweet smile he always does when he sees you. He approached you with his twinkling eyes and glorious smile.

“Hi love, did you order already?”, he leaned down a bit to place a short kiss in your forehead,

“Not yet, I was waiting for you.”

He sat down and asked for a menu from one of the waiters and politely said thank you when he was handed it. Both of you made your choices and the waiter wrote it down also noting that your food will be ready in about 10 to 15 minutes.

“So what is your schedule for the rest of the week?”

“I have this take-home exam due on friday, a major exam on friday too, and lastly a discussion forum by friday at 8PM. But no biggie, the discussion forum is gonna be a piece of cake.”

“That’s my smart baby right there.”

“I’m not smart, I just try to do my best in every assessment.”

“Yes you are the most hardworking person I know, but please don’t forget to take care of yourself and have breaks okay? For the times that things get overwhelming, don’t hesitate to call for me because I’ll be there. When you need breaks, I'll always be there to cheer you up. Always. Just for you.”

What he doesn’t know is that just by seeing his smile, you’re already energized and you feel like you can overcome anything.

“I know, thank you for everything Johnny.”

“I love you, I’m here every step of the way.”

Author's Note:

This is my first ever fanfic! I've only been a reader since I started my interest in fanfictions. I hope you'll like it! I would extremely appreciate it if you'll leave comment of what you think could happen next or what part you liked the most. Also, if you can, please share some writing knowledge with me so I can improve more! Thank you! Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own any of the people, characters, names, or concepts mentioned above. Please do not post my work in other platforms without my permission. Reblog, like, or any comment is gladly appreciated. Much love, dreamer

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summoner-j · 2 years

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(This started out as rambling, turned into a fic prompt, then rambling again)

The Sheriff is the Codfather

This is mostly several headcanons of mine for this man finally coming together and creating this mess in my mind; ok this is based on the basis that nobody knows The Sheriffs name, and that he was wandering the masa before finding the hat he bases his whole identity on. And we know leaving the ocean causes memory loss (Jimmy and Lizzie not realizing that they’re basically Demigods and seablings) but we don’t know to what extent, like we know that they remembered their own names the first time but what about the second? And while Lizzie forgets almost immediately, we can see it’s because the ocean’s blessings are wearing off, and she got the blessings because of the orb, and the orb also gave her her axolotl-like form.

You know who didn’t get their orb? Jimmy! He could theoretically have lost his memory more slowly then his sister, slow enough to forget his name and not realize it. He could have also slowly turn more human-like as the years went by. Mind and body changing almost unrecognizable to the past, he finally grew stubble(ah yes the whole sea monster thing with smooth skin for scales to grow in)! Changed so much that he could find a hat and therefore his new identity so quickly. He’s The Sheriff. Him being anything else is inconceivable and blasphemy to the Law. He then changes to fit this role, he’s more strict, more aggressive, he tries to be more serious and respected, he’s less laid back. Now this isn’t to say he’s totally different, The Sheriff is still Jimmy even if he doesn’t know it.

But is he still the Codfather? No. He can’t be both. Then what’s with the title? Idk. But here’s where we take canon and put it in the blender because it’s time for a canon divergence! I haven’t watched the recent stuff because this has been distracting me from recent possibly headcanon breaking lore, so I’m going in blind. And I can’t write.

Now I heard somewhere that the hat got destroyed, and since I didn’t want to go through the trouble of removing the hat this is where we start off the divergence; the hat still gets destroyed just differently; The Sheriff somehow got blasted into a mangrove tree in the swamp, hit his head, fell into the water, accidentally killed a cod and got its head, and then drowned in the shallow part of the water. Everyone is confused, he should have died when he hit the tree, or at least broken his bones, but no, drowning killed him.

Anyway, people gather his stuff (including his destroyed hat and the cod head that someone accidentally put in) in a chest and wait for him to respond, but when he does he and everyone present (not much are) are confused, he’s quite, which isn’t weird for just respawning but it is weird when you look at his expression, he’s acting like he’s respawned in a room full of strangers, and then it hits, he must not have healed properly, which is a relief since he just needs to eat.

FWhip hands him his stuff, and instead of immediately grabbing his hat he grabs the head right next to it and wears that instead. People, of course, laugh, as it’s not everyday you wittiness someone you know experience respawn confusion, let alone that someone being The Sheriff. It’s funny until he says “Hi, I’m Jimmy, and you guys are?” No one speaks, in the 10-15 years he’s been The Sheriff, he has not once addressed himself differently, even jokingly, this feels invasive, like they found out something they shouldn’t have.

And that’s the end of my writing, but sometime after this Joel comes and they find out Jimmy doesn’t know about Toy Story, as that was a recent play and his mind is like decades into the past, and even if he did know he wouldn’t be as offended since he doesn’t see the resemblance “Woodys a sheriff” “Okay, and?” The rest of the rulers quickly find out something’s wrong, The Sheriff isn’t upholding the law like he use to and is actually acting like a political figure and is calling himself The Codfather, food did not help.

Everyone knows The Sheriff’s not in his right mind, only three people know his name(they’ve sworn themselves to secretcy, even though he’s ‘delirious’, there’s the slight chance that’s his real name and they don’t want to out him, he should tell them when he wants to, not because of some ‘glitch’), and Joel, Joel’s having a rough time. The whole ’toy’ thing started because Joel didn’t know what The Sheriff was, but he did know The Sheriff wasn’t fully mortal, and he didn’t like that, so he chose to believe The Sheriff was a toy, because the alternative was something Joel didn’t like thinking about because some stuff should stay in the past.

Jimmy has no idea what’s going on, like he still remembers his time as sheriff, but it’s been over shadowed by thousands years worth of memories returning all at once, and the fact that he’s pretty sure all his friends are reincarnated (that means that he’s sister is dead(or is she?)) and two are now gods. Shelby (Shrub?!) makes a potions to cure him by rewind, and now he no longer looks human and looks more like himself in season 1, Shelby doesn’t know what went wrong. Everyones freaking out and it’s chaos. Scott also found an orb,

#empires season 2 #empires jimmy #empires season one #empires joel #empires smp #empires fwhip #esmp #empires shelby #empires lizzie #the codfather #the sheriff #empires s2 #empires scott #empires s2 jimmy #fic prompt #i still dont know how to tag #ramblings #Help

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sheinthatfandom · 5 days

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Tonight is the night!!! God the card for dynasty is so fucking stacked literally the only one I’m like eww no is Jericho and even then I’d be fine if he was on zero hour but whatever. Anyway time for me to make my winner predictions of who I want vs what I think is booked to win

Zero hour

Let’s start with Trent vs Matt sydal: I’d love to see Trent lose because I’m a Yuta girl and Trent should always lose lol. But more than likely especially cause of the best friend breakup storyline Trent would need the win far more and it would make sense for him to win over Matt who involved himself in the feud and helped orange.

Orange and shibata Vs Shane taylor promotions: it’s orange and shibata even if Anthony cheats and gets involved I can’t see orange and shibata losing ohhh unless Trent’s match actually does go first and he causes orange to lose… seems like a lot for a buy in though

The acclaimed vs bullet club gold: THIS SHOULD BE ON THE MAIN CARD!!! How tf is the unification of the two actual company belts not be put on the main card the actual FUCK!!! Tk I hope your pillow is never cool. I want BCG to win they’re fun, they’re entertaining, they’ll be insufferable as double champs, they will have a feud with anyone. Thanks to the win on dynamite though I think it’s gonna be the acclaimed who will be booked to win and make all the belts useless because they’re never on tv they have zero feuds going on and caster will continue to be a cunt online.

Main card time

Jericho vs hook: this should be on the pre show the ftw belt is not legitimate and there’s been no real build for this they didn’t even have beef until Wednesday. Anyway I wanna see Hook win cause Jericho needs to go far away but I feel like Jericho booked himself to win to hold the ftw belt and will probably have a run in from Sammy.

Rated R chicken Kings vs house of black: I have no idea if that’s their name they have no name and I love them for it lol Eddie and mark should never suffer losses ever actually. Plus it’s a team of champions sorry HOB

Julia vs willow: I think with the storyline and Mercedes and Julia’s injuries we’re getting a title change. Julia wasn’t a bad champ at all and honestly made the tbs title a big deal it just sucks she got injured and couldn’t be on tv every week fighting. Willow will be a great champion and Julia can still be spooky and get involved.

Okada va pac: okada stole Eddie’s belt no one should beat him but Eddie in my humble simp opinion.

The young bucks vs ftr: if the fucking bucks lose again I will be cursing tk to lose all the hair on his head and grow it out of his nose and asshole. The bucks shoulda NEVER loss at Wembley and they need their win back. Especially after seeing the video nope evps win hire me as the ref I’ll make sure to count correctly

Kyle vs rodrick: I know with the whole never able to pivot and the Adam and mjf injury thing we haven’t been able to do the Undisputed Kingdom storyline like everyone wanted but let it GO! Give Kyle his win give Kyle the belt give Kyle the fucking WORLD okay my beautiful sad eyed air guitar boo boo kitty man gets it all.

Toni storm vs thunder Rosa: the way I need Toni to go berserk on Rosa but also for deonna to get involved in a if I can’t beat her I’ll be damned you will story beat. Personally the only person who should dethrone Toni is Mariah and she’s not ready yet.

Will Vs Bryan: is it too early to call this match of the night i mean we all know that it’s gonna be right? Personally I’d love to see Bryan take the win prove he’s still the best (make zacks win that much more legitimate) and piss off don that his golden goose lost (3 days before his other teams loss when mox spanks Hobbs) and drive more a wedge between don and will forcing Kyle to make a choice (not my brain jumping right back to cakeys will Claudio Kyle fic high key rec)But this is tk and wills first PPV as a full time aew worker it’s probably gonna be him

Samoa Joe Vs Swerve Strickland: OUR FIRST EVER BLACK AEW MENS WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!

#aew #aew dynasty #dynasty prediction

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cirixwqnd · 2 years

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ST4 SPOILERS (theory)

EDIT/ATTENTION:

IT’S A PRODUCTION MISTAKE!! but still feel free to read the ‘theory’ this is such a bad start to my first theory post 😭

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I’m actually surprised no one’s mentioned this, lol. Oh and I haven’t exactly shared any of my theories here before but bear with me. Remember this?

S4:E5: The Nina Project

“Nina’s” number. (We all already know that Nina isn’t a person). The number clearly written is ‘202-968-6161’ right? But what’s weird is that Will said a whole different combinations of numbers.

I would screenrecord it and put the video here but my goddamn screenrecorder won’t work, it won’t save the video to my phone so if you want to check, you know what episode it’s at. I forgot the timestamp but it’s around the middle but a little to the end. Back to the post; he said the first three numbers right, 202 but the rest? No. He says ‘564-9087’ instead.

Did he lie..? Did he know that this number would just call a computer? It’s like when El lied to Dustin, Mike & Lucas in S1 to keep them safe and away from the gate. And we all know how it ended, it ended with them getting into a big fight. So.. is there a Byler fight scene? Another one? God, I hope not. Maybe it’s just a mistake..?

S4:E4: Dear Billy • [link to the trailer]

Like this one! You see how the grave says “Billy Hargrove”?

Well, in the next shot we see the grave now says “William Hargrove” and not Billy. Others (including me) just think that this was on purpose, to let the viewers know that this is Billy’s grave and his full name is just William so that’s why it was also changed to William in the official episode. I’m gonna say that this is correct because so far there hasn’t been anything hinting to “Max is possessed and she is seeing Billy on the grave despite it saying William!” yk? Maybe there will be in Vol.2, I have no idea. But if that isn’t the case.. Will is lying.

He’s lying to protect not only his best “friend” (iykwim) but his brother & Argyle. But it can’t just be a coincidence that both numbers start with 202, right? Maybe it was a mistake! I just really hope there isn’t a big fight scene where Mike goes

“You lied to us! To me, I trusted you! Why would you even do this? To what? Stop us from finding El? From protecting her?!”

and Will is just speechless again, like in S3.. or maybe that’s where he confesses his love? O_O Perhaps he’ll say something like..

“Okay fine! I lied to you, is that what you wanna hear?! I lied to you Mike, to keep you safe. Because, I can’t believe I’m saying this but—I am in love with you! I love you! A-and I can’t risk being away from you again or losing you.. I can’t.”

Then he breaks into tears or something meanwhile Jonathan and Argyle are in the background looking like they’re watching an angsty romance movie. Maybe Argyle will even eat a pizza while staring. Who knows!?

Plus, lying is a very un-Will thing to do. You saw him in previous episodes & seasons, he hates lying. Will is never one to lie, especially to Mike. That scene in E2 where Will tells El that Mike’s not gonna be happy when he finds out about her lies, that’s an example! Or in S1 where Will told Mike “It was a seven. [...] The roll, it was a seven. The demogorgon, it got me.” even though Lucas told him “Then it doesn’t count!” if Mike didn’t see it.

All the party members are loyal to each other, some more than others and some less. Did Will lie? Am I stupid or going deaf that I did not hear the numbers correctly? Am I so desperate for byler scenes that I am willing to convince myself that the numbers are different?? I don’t know! What do you guys think? I am genuinely confused.

Me crying when I finish season 4 vol.2 without a romantic byler scene:

#stranger things s4 #stranger things #byler #byler s4 #byler season 4 #stranger things season 4 #st4 spoilers #st4 predictions #stranger things 4 spoilers #will byers #mike wheeler #i am aware that this is probably my like 3rd or 4th post about byler but you gotta hear this #stranger things theory #st4 theory #byler theory

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djbeatz · 10 months

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I Call That Bravery

So, if you read the beginning note of my most recent Ao3 post, then you’ll know that I’ve recently got into Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood. I haven’t watched 03 yet, but I will when I have time.

Anyway, I wanted to talk about General Armstrong’s perception of Major Armstrong. I’ll be using their first names so it isn’t as confusing. Their names are Olivier and Alex respectively just as a reminder.

(Anime Spoilers under the cut)

This is something I’ve talked about with @djcarnationsblog mostly. But it’s about how Olivier thinks of her brother. It’s quite obvious that she looks down on him 99% of the time and thinks of him as someone lowly. She thinks he’s a coward because of what he did in the Ishvalan war.

Alex had not become a soldier to kill innocent people, he didn’t sign up to be a murder. He only wanted to protect his country and so, to me it makes sense that he would refuse to do any such thing in the war. He knew what they were doing was wrong and he wouldn’t stand for it. This caused him to become useless in the war and therefore discharged.

Obviously, Olivier is the more stone hearted of the two. She is stronger in body and mind, so doing things like that in a war would not phase her as much as they did Alex. Though I don’t think she started out so tough, not for any particular reason besides the fact that people aren’t just born with hardened hearts.

Her strength of will kind of reminds me of the others who had been in the Ishvalan war. They do regret the things that they had done and wish to atone for it, but it didn’t make them any less hard hearted.

With that in mind. It makes sense to me why Olivier believes him to be a coward. It is quite cowardly to run from your duty as a soldier.

But I don’t think specifically what he did and why was cowardly. I think it was pretty brave.

Alex ran from the battlefield not necessarily to save his skin, but to save his mind. He did not allow himself to be in that war because it was not something he stood for. What he was protecting was his mind.

He was protecting himself by not giving the war the chance to change his moral code or who he was as a person, even at the cost of having to turn his back on his allies, and essentially part of his country.

Signing up to be a soldier and actually being a soldier are two very different things. Becoming a soldier is like selling your body and your soul to an organized unit that has every say over you and your autonomy. If they punish you with demoting, firing or death, you don’t have a say in it.

The fact that Alex took the initiative to save himself speaks volumes. Especially when others did not take that chance, nor did they even see it.

Of course, I don’t think it was his true intention to be discharged from the war, he only intended not to kill anyone with his bare hands because above everything, he seems to cherish humanity. And he still saw these people as humans rather than a job he may or may not complete.

Alex is like the epitome of love for humanity, and I think that’s something that isn’t talked about a lot, and it’s also something I wish Olivier could see.

What she sees is her coward of a brother. In truth, he’s one of the bravest people for having the resolve to put himself first when he’s clearly a very selfless person.

But my question is why she doesn’t see that. I know she isn’t a shallow person in the slightest, but she seems to be looking much too surfacely on the matter. Alex, also is clearly not a coward in any sense of the word, he throws himself into situations just because he believes he can try and help, even if it isn’t a guarantee, he still tries, which you could kind of compare it to an Elric brother kind of crazy just minus the chaos.

Well, I think I’ve rambled enough on this topic. I just had to get it out of my system really. But depending on what my mind focuses on next, you might see me talk a bit more about Fmab!

Really, the only thing making me write these little rambles is the thought coming to my head, getting on Tumblr and winging shit, connecting it as I go.

As protocol, you really shouldn’t believe anything I say, these are mostly for fun. And if this doesn’t make sense, I’m really sorry. But I’ll be opening my ask box soon so if anyone wants clarifications on anything or simply want to ask questions and bring some of this stuff to my attention, then you can feel free to say whatever you want when I’ve got it up!

#fmab #alex armstrong #olivier armstrong #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #more rambles #it's been a time since I've done one of these #but yeah i'll be opening my ask box soon #maybe this or next week #fmab spoilers

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apartments4rent · 7 months

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Apartments For Rent: TEN-YEAR RETROSPECTIVE

Ooooohhhh man, this… This is fucking me way up, big time… I don’t even know where to begin with this… I should definitely be using this free time I have today doing my homework, you know, the thing with a hard deadline? That was technically due yesterday?? Well, how about instead of that, I take a walk down memory lane…

Do you remember the 21st night of September?

Picture this: It’s 2013. It is your sophomore year of high school. You have more friends than you ever have in your life and they are all so wonderful to you (this wouldn’t always be the case and they all wouldn’t stick around but you didn't know that yet). One of you proposes the question: If you were a monster, what would you be? A witch. A vampire. A werewolf. A mermaid. A ghost. A selkie. A dullahan. (You had to look those last two up.) You are so inspired by this that you want to make a story for these ideas to live in. You create a fantasy. Where all your best friends get to live together under one roof. A slice of a life you know you’ll never have. It’s actually the 20th night of September that you created the tumblr blog where most of what comes out of this will live (your first post says “why do i do this to myself”) but it is the 21st night that your creations get their names. Their genders don’t all stay the same but their cores haven’t really changed. “a very dramatic/theatrical witch who loves animals and sass master. a bubbly and happy mermaid who gets really scary when u cross her. a passive, nerdy vampire who isnt so out spoken. a moody selkie who loves to learn and lost her seal skin. a strong beautiful fairy girl who doesnt take shit from no one but is v nice to her friends. a strong beautiful fairy girl who doesnt take shit from no one but is v nice to her friends. a ghost girl from the 1920s who is forgetful and not really confident but really likes her new friends.” You put a disclaimer at the bottom of the post, clarifying that these descriptions shouldn’t be taken as a description of your friends but separate characters entirely. This is also the birth of Marvin, the human man created to navigate this world of chaos, not based on anyone you know in real life. The straight man in this goofball circus. Your Original Character. (Who, you now realize, was designed as the boring main male character in the harem anime.) This was the genesis. And you would never know peace in your life ever since.

And then what happened?

Bro, so much. A lot can happen in 10 years. You develop the characters further. You make a small town for them to live in (even though you’ve never even been to a small town in your life). You make (bad) art. You make sims because you hate the way you draw but you need a physical version of them to exist outside your head, as you see them. You apparently make a rule where no one outside of your little group is supposed to know about these characters (because you “had an experience” and “don’t wanna repeat it”). You make Alternate Universes for these Alternate Universe selves to populate, again and again. (As of right now, your “AU of an AU” list stands at 26 but there are probably more dumb ones not yet counted on the doc you made.) You try to make a one-shot comic collaboration with all your friends but no one seems to agree on how it should go so nothing but a script and panel formatting ends up getting made. (You know that your script was worse with many unnecessary details but you were bad at killing your darlings and stubborn about your ideas being the best. You’ll learn eventually.) You love and appreciate all the things your friends make for this story you start to feel full ownership of. (You haven’t noticed yet how much of a control freak you are.) Their writing and art give you life, especially considering they are doing The Most while you mostly just come up with ideas. The setting goes from apartment building to boarding house and back again before a year has passed. The first anniversary is a blast! You actually wrote something! And drew something you were proud of! Others wrote and drew and it was great. (How would you know it would never be like this again?)

And the years go by and by…

After the first year, you decided you wanted to make a dating sim with these silly characters because you just loved them so much. You shipped the characters (not realizing that your friends did it as a way to express they had crushes on each other, conveniently shipping your self-insert with the only man/only character not based on a friend.) There were still a lot of headcanons being made and posts being shared. But noticeably less and less. Then the second anniversary hit. Not much fanfare. After the second year, more characters started popping up based on more friends you make. Some of the friends that were there in the beginning weren’t anymore and you try not to think about it. After all, these characters aren’t your friends, they are separate and distinct from them. So it’s still OK to play with them, right? (The answer must be yes; ten years later you still do.) Then the third anniversary happens, with 4 posts between them. It was understandable. That was your senior year of high school. Everyone was getting ready to go their separate ways. You were moving clear across the country. Your friend group was getting smaller still and this big shake-up would prove who would stick around to still be a part of this thing and who would remain a memory for you to look back on in ten years. 2017, though, was a big year for the blog. You were unemployed and not yet going to college so you had A LOT of free time on your hands. It was probably the most number of posts you made since the first year of the blog. It was magic. Then you got a job. There have been 16 posts in the last 6 years. 2019 had none. 2020 and 2021 had one each. They were all made by you. There has certainly been less activity on the blog but that doesn’t mean these kids have been lying dormant all this time. You haven’t stopped thinking about them since they first popped up into your head. In 2019, you rewrote the story you had written for one of those anniversaries; the first chronological beat. (You haven’t read it since then; You have no idea if it’s good or not.) In 2020, you attempted to write the actual story (like fr fr) for NaNoWriMo -- you didn’t get very far but it’s the thought that counts? 2021 was a quiet year as far as actual writing goes - as was 2022 - but trust that your brain definitely didn’t forget about them.

The Retro part of the Spective

Alright, enough second-person POV.

Ten years.

Talk about hard pills to swallow (thanks FOB).

I’ve had this “story”, these characters, banging around in my head for ten years and what do I have to show for it? A couple thousand words and a blog full of half-thought ideas? Around this time last year, I was excited about this anniversary. I made a new Twitter for it (before that died) and was planning on actually publishing something to do this story justice… and I chickened out. I convinced myself, once again, that I wasn’t ready. That other things were more important, they took precedence. Do I have even that much to prove I was right? No, I don’t because I really haven’t changed all that much in ten years, if you can believe it. I know, a real shocker. (I still like all the same things I liked back in high school for crying out fucking loud!) I wanted to reach out to the people I used to do this with, to see if they still wanted to be part of it. (I’m sure that wouldn’tve been at all hard, I wonder why I didn’t follow through?) I wanted to have something so I would be able to say, “I did it.” So that maybe, I could finally move on. But that’s the thing, isn’t it… I don’t want to move on. I’m stuck in this arrested development because I refuse to change, to give up any past part of myself. Because if I don’t have that, I don’t know who I am.

So now what? What’s all this for? One big, sad diary entry reflecting on the parts of myself that I already know very well?

Honestly, I don’t know. I was hoping I could come to some sort of conclusion by writing this but as it turns out, it only made me want to cry.

I wanted this to end on a good note.

I spent all day writing this, I can’t end it like this.

So let’s instead talk about all the things that have changed about these goofballs over the years:

Mystic Cove is a city in a Northern California town. It started out in Florida, it almost ended up as a mountain town. I also briefly considered straight up placing it in San Diego because there are some nice, beautiful, old-ass buildings downtown that juxtapose the cold, sleek skyrises in such a way that I thought about writing something about being lonely in a city and finding your own family.

Vast Acres has been an apartment building, a boarding house, Mediterranean Revival, Victorian, Queen Anne, even briefly considered a Bed and Breakfast. All I know is it has to be the place where this family gets together. At one point under the ownership and operation of Marvin’s dad Alejandro, it is now bequeathed to Marvin by a mysterious, freshly dead uncle/great uncle.

Marvin is a wholeass person to me, in that he’s not completely knowable to even me anymore. Marvin is probably the person in Mystic Cove I know the BEST and that like doesn’t mean anything to me. Like yeah, I’ve written pages and pages and answered so many pointless questions about him but… I don’t know how else to describe him other than, “He’s an enigma.” The most significant thing about him that’s changed is I’m considering undeading his mom? Just because I feel like we’ve had enough dead mom media and it’s not something I can speak to truthfully. Briefly considered making her a runaway mom? But we’re still thinking about it. I think her name is Lily?

Mel’s name went from Melinda to Melody because I decided Melinda was a weird name? And Mel likes music so I thought I would be clever. She went from “Marv’s sister” and side character to basically co-lead. Mel was even almost briefly considered as the real main character for a time when I thought to lean into its roots as a product of a high schooler’s imagination and go full YA coming-of-age adventure. It was actually the subject of my 2020 NaNo attempt. I decided against it because I loved Marv too much to push him to “supporting character” and if there’s something about me that’s developed, it’s that I don’t much care for YA books anymore.

Amber is unsurprisingly my favorite because I’m a Leo. I think I finally decided on a backstory for her that I like and she’s not white anymore? Like, not fully anyway lmao. Before she was like, from someplace in England with like Spanish parents so like tan? But now we’ve decided that she’s from colonized Mexico and her father is a white devil. :) I’ll let you figure that one out. Over these ten years, I’ve grappled with the fact that an immortal is almost impossible to understand. I’ve gone back and forth on whether her immortality is on purpose or by accident or a curse or what. Honestly, I’m still thinking about it, I don’t know for sure what I’ll end up picking. Right now though, it is an involuntary immortality with her life being tied to her sister’s (yes, the cat). Details are fuzzy. I’d have to finish the main story first but if I were to make a spin-off, I would make a prequel story about Amber’s life because it is QUITE eventful.

Lucas is a man now lmao. And so is Will. And they r gay. For each other. But that’s been that way from the beginning lol. I think Luc’s story had to do with self-worth and Will… Will didn’t have much going on in my mind. My instinct was to make him a himbo but Will has always been very smart in my head so I don’t think that will work? Dude’s beefy asf and mad respectful so perfect man tbh? No notes.

Jenny’s been my way to try to break down the trope “Born Sexy Yesterday” because that’s just the kinda guy I am. No, but fr I think I was making a very infantilized version of Jenny initially and that’s why I shipped her with Mel in so many AUs?? I’m not against skewing Jenny younger to make that ship viable in canon but I don’t know if that’s the story I want to tell. I don’t think Jenny ever had a goal beyond “Get to the surface” which she gets when she makes her appearance in the story so?? Where do we go from here? Things to think about…

Rohen was fat (like a proper seal should be) before they lost their skin on the beach to some snot-nosed kid and became depressed. When they start healing on their depression journey, they start to gain weight again and it's a good thing. :)

Everyone else I haven’t mentioned yet hasn’t changed much (ie. I haven’t thought about them much). It’s not that I have favorites (even though I just said that I did), it’s just that I basically go down a list whenever I think about these guys, and, due to my short attention span, I never make it all the way down the list. AND honestly, it’s probably for the best because looking back… there were WAAAY too many characters to keep track of ngl… Like it’s a slice-of-life thing, I know. Not every character has to be involved in every storyline but like… At some point, you have to draw a line at, “How many named characters with their own plotlines can I insert into this story?” YKWIM? Especially because at one point there was a whole roster of other people who lived in the apartment building when there were like 20 units. That was (rightly) reduced back down to just the core cast.

You can pry Jonesy from my cold, dead hands, tho. He’s perfect. He can stay.

This post took me literally all day.

I’m tired.

I don’t really expect anyone to read all this but if you are not me and you made it to the bottom, congratulations! You now know me on a much deeper level! :) I hope I can convince myself to buckle down and write, straight up. Maybe NaNo this year? No promises. I’m trying to apply for university this year and living situation issues might take precedence but such is life, right?

Thank you.

I love you all.

For giving me this gift.

Even if you never intended to give it fully to me.

It’s mine now, bitches. >:)

Here’s to 10 years! And many (but hopefully not too many) more…

Cheers. 🥂🍾

❤️

#camacho speaks #happy anniversary

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meggie-jolly · 1 year

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Wir alle sind aus Sternenstaub

When Alex walked into the Wild Pony on New Year’s Eve, the party was already in full swing. Maria had bought the Pony a few months ago and had decided to host a big New Year’s party. She had begged Alex in multiple emails to come and, much to his surprise, he had actually been able to move his leave around and be in Roswell for New Year’s.

For the occasion, he had even embraced his former teenage self a little and bought new eyeliner. It had felt really weird, but also oddly comforting to put it on for the first time since the day he had left Roswell to join the Air Force.

Aside from the eyeliner, his teenage self would probably be disappointed in his outfit. No black nail polish, no jewelry beyond the dog tags hidden under his shirt. His shirt was black and his jeans on the skinny side, but no one would consider his outfit punk or emo.

He still felt more like himself than he had in a long time, but also slightly alien in his skin as he walked through the bar. He had only visited the Wild Pony as a patron a couple of times while he was on leave, yet it felt incredibly familiar to him. Mimi DeLuca had sometimes let him, Maria, Rosa and Liz visit her there when the bar had been closed.

He spotted Maria behind the bar and walked over to greet her, absentmindedly checking what familiar faces he saw around the bar.

Maria squealed when she spotted him reaching over the bar for a somewhat awkward, but very tight and enthusiastic hug.

“Alex, you made it!” She looked him over once she released him. “And you’re wearing eyeliner! What a throwback. I love it, you look amazing.”

Alex laughed. “Thank you, you look amazing too. The Wild Pony suits you. Congrats on buying it, by the way.”

“Let me do my job then, what do you want to drink?” Maria asked with a grin, “best friends who I haven’t seen in way too long drink for free tonight.”

“Well, I’m not sure how good of a business decision that is, but I’ll start with a beer,” Alex said with a laugh. “On the topic of long lost best friends, did you manage to persuade Liz to come?”

Maria’s smile dimmed a little and she shook her head. “No, when I invited her she said something about a work thing that sounded a lot like she’d just made it up. I get it though, there are too many memories of Rosa and her mom here.” She handed him a beer. “Have you heard from her lately?”

Alex sighed and took a sip, “I don’t really hear from anyone. The internet is never great, not all of our private communications are as private as I would like them to be and it’s not exactly easy to engage in smalltalk doing what I do. You’re pretty much the only one I hear from semi-regularly.”

Well, for a while, on and off, he’d heard from someone else, but he pushed that thought down as far as he could.

Maria nodded, but before she could answer, one of the other bartenders called her name. “Sorry, I have to go check on that, we’ll catch up more later, okay? Enjoy the party!”

Alex raised his beer to her as Maria hurried off to take care of whatever had come up.

Turning a little to rest his elbow on the bar, Alex looked around. He’d seen some familiar faces earlier, but no one he knew well enough to be interested in catching up. That would probably only lead to someone awkwardly thanking him for his service and then a lot of tense small talk because they wouldn’t know what to ask and Alex wouldn’t really be able to tell them anything about his job anyway.

It wasn’t as if he had a personal life worth discussing and most of the people here would still remember him as the kid who was rumored to be gay. Neither the military nor his sexuality were topics he wanted to discuss with almost strangers.

To his surprise, he spotted Isobel Evans not too far from him at a table. He definitely hadn’t expected to see her here, unless something changed since the last time he’d been in town, Isobel and Maria couldn’t stand each other. Of course, where Isobel Evans was, Max Evans was never far. Alex spotted him carrying drinks over to the table Isobel sat at.

After spotting the Evans twins, Alex decided to stop looking for familiar faces, in fear (or hope) of finding one in particular. Instead he focused back on his beer and waited for Maria to come back over.

His strategy didn’t work, only a few minutes later he heard a laugh he could recognize anywhere. Whipping his head around, he spotted a painfully familiar head of curls sitting with the Evans twins now.

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Written for the Roswell, New Mexico Big Bang 2022 @rnmbb

#roswell new mexico #rnm #rnmbb #Roswell New Mexico big bang #malex #lost decade #my writing #fanfiction #Michael Guerin/Alex Manes

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SDJ Headcanons

I got a request to hear some of my headcanons for the vanilla universe of my fandom noodling with Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack. Well, maybe vanilla isn’t quite accurate considering we’ve got quite a bit of spice with our resident yandere Jack. Maybe more like vanilla mixed with caramel and fudge.

Anyway, these are some thoughts that more than likely are going to show up in my fanfic, Sunshine in Hell, if they haven’t already. So, uh, spoiler warning I guess?

To start with, I will have to say that this headcanon started building from the classic demo, where a number of details are different from the extended demo. Not to say that I’m ignoring things the extended demo added or changed. This is to say that Sunshine in Hell’s continuity will be slightly different from the classic and extended versions, like the two versions of the game are slightly different from one another, and will likely be different from the fully released game. I pieced together a lot of hints sprinkled throughout Jambeebot’s twitter, and have formed a few ideas about where the plot might be going. It might not be how it actually turns out, but why not run with them in my fic?

Originally I didn’t have anything in mind for y/n other than the classic namable first person MC playthrough. Hell, originally I didn’t plan on writing fic or fan art at all. Then I started developing some headcanons because Jack is so interesting and appealing, and I thought, ya know what, why not use this as an opportunity to do some character designing? I can even challenge myself with details that I struggled with in the past, like curly hair, plus size body type, and intricate tattoos. I picked the name Alice because Jack is a common name in literature, so why not go with another common one for his sunshine? It also became pretty fitting for different reasons as the headcanons slowly bloomed outward and Alice started developing a life of her own.

Just as a heads up, these are current headcanon thoughts. They might wind up getting changed by the time I actually get them written down for Sunshine in Hell. Some things have already changed since my initial headcanons as I’ve started writing and since more information came out after all. So just think of a few of these as fun possibilities for the future~

Now then, let’s go for the specific headcanon bits. I’ll put them under a cut and sort them by character. This isn’t all the headcanon stuff of course. I can make a follow up post with more, but here’s some of the bigger ones floating around in my head. Oh, heads up, some of these headcanons will be 18+ only, going into pretty dark and/or spicy places, but then again, that’s the type of game SDJ is. You have been warned.

Oh, and of course I can’t forget to tag @channydraws because I’m serving up some SDJ content over here.

Jack

Jack loves Alice. Full stop. Yes, this is a canon fact that Jack loves his sunshine, but I’mma emphasize that the man has fallen so gosh darn hard for Alice that it’s almost scary.

Speaking of which, the man is desperate for Alice’s love. It’s not just because he loves her, but because he’s convinced that she needs him to love her. He could feel it calling to him while he was still trapped in the hell of that VHS tape he was cursed to. He needs her to love him, not just because he loves her, but because her love is the only thing that’ll save him from being damned to that hell all over again.

Other people played the tape before, not just Alice, but not many. Jack experienced this happening and to him it was the closest to relief from his hellish damnation he could find. It was like reliving his memories... then the ending of that incident would tear him apart all over again.

Jack doesn’t remember the incident itself because it was so painful, he blocked it out.

Jack blocked out a lot of painful things from his past. It’s part of why he’s currently Jack and not Joseph anymore.

Might as well give my headcanon here of the incident itself - Jack was murdered by someone from his past before he reinvented himself from unloved delinquent Joseph Cullman to actor Joseph Haberdae.

Changing himself after abandoning his past is something Jack has done before... and the incident was such a trauma that he did it again, clinging to the Jack persona... the only version of him who was actually loved.

Well... unless I go with the death and rebirth plot point I’m sort of half-considering for Alice. If I go that route then Joseph was loved... he just lost that love to tragedy and it played a part in him running away to begin with. Might just save that for an AU though.

Regardless, Joseph wasn’t loved by his parents. They kept up appearances, even lied that they loved him, but they didn’t, not really. They ignored him, were into drinking and coffee, sometimes even physically abusive when he acted up... but at least they paid attention to him then.

Joseph acted up in a desperate bid for attention. It was the only way he knew how to get people to stop looking through him as though he didn’t exist.

This included teachers and his peers. Joseph wasn’t exactly the greatest person at this age...

You know that image where Jack talks to the crying guy with the knife? Well, Joseph has some experience with the things he says there... such as phrases like “burden to the class” and “worthless.”

Needless to say, his relationships with his peers were... not the best.

This is why there was one person who would never forget Joseph. This person nursed a grudge hunt him down to the set of the SunnyTime Crew and there, well... a lot of traumatic things happened as skeletons Joseph had buried were dug up and exposed for everyone to see.

Between the murder and unsettling past details about their beloved lead actor, the studio decided it was best to bury the whole show in the aftermath of what happened.

Little is remembered about the SunnyTime Crew show in the present, mostly rumors that became ghost stories and then creepypasta. Tapes and official merchandise are hard to come by, but they are still out there hidden away in places... waiting for someone to dig them up.

That’s how the VHS wound up in the thrift store after all. Someone got a copy of the incident before it was scrubbed... and decided to keep it as a little snuff film for personal amusement. The tape got rewatched a lot and it... definitely had an affect on Jack.

The tape was sold on accident by a relative of the sicko who kept it in their private collection. They thought it was just old junk that was worth getting at least a few pennies for it rather than just chucking it into the trash.

How Jack got into the tape in the first place was a mixture of the trauma of what happened, Jack himself unable to handle the way he died or being forgotten... and possibly a curse from a murderer who was bitter enough to nurse a grudge for a decade and hunt Joseph down to get revenge in such a public and cruel way.

Jack remembers very little, suppressed by trauma. He clung to his persona as Jack to keep his sanity, to be a person who is “clean” and worthy of loving.

Jack is what he thinks he should be, what type of person who can be loved. It’s not a mask so much as who he is desperate to be.

Jack will do whatever it takes to be loved. He will need time to understand that he doesn’t have to work so hard to earn Alice’s love, as his sincere feelings are enough to sway her heart.

On that note, Jack will be delighted that he and Alice bond so quickly without him having to resort to... desperate methods. His sweet sunshine responds to his sincerity, proving just how special their bond is and how right it is to love her.

Yes, this basically means Alice is doing a kiss/yes route. Spoilers, I guess?

Jack wanted to make friends with other people too, as many as possible. Alice would always be his best friend and number one in his heart, of course. That’s obvious. A pity that no one can see/hear/touch him...

Needless to say, that makes him all the more desperate for Alice’s love.

I fully plan on Sunshine in Hell having a happy ending where Jack and Alice help each other heal from their respective scars and they can be happy together. Spoilers I guess?

Also, yes, some of that healing will involve sexy times. Jack is touch starved to the extreme, and he just can’t get enough of Alice’s soft warmth...

Alice

To briefly touch on the rebirth plot line I may or may not add in, Alice’s name in her past life would be Mary. She would’ve been Joseph’s childhood friend and the only one who showed him any affection, and she related to him in having shitty parents, just hers were rich and didn’t like punk delinquents like Joseph... especially since their daughter had a big crush on said bad boy. Unfortunately she also had a disease that the doctors never found a cure for and she died from it not long before Joseph finally ran away. This ties in with the bloody pills and scalpel imagery in the opening screen.

Alice has a medical condition that 40 years ago would’ve killed her. Fortunately, in the present with modern medical technology, it’s treatable with medication. She keeps the pills in the safe in her bedroom and takes them daily.

Yes it’s the same disease she would’ve had as Mary if I go the rebirth route.

Alice will eventually keep the tape in the safe to keep Jack safe.

Alice has albinism, which she inherited from her dad who also has albinism. This makes her more prone to getting sunburned and makes her dislike the sun more.

Alice also dislikes alcohol. She tolerated it because her friends enjoyed it, but she hated how it made her feel. She won’t drink at all in the present day, not even socially.

Alice had a pastel goth phase in college, complete with dyed pink hair, until classes got to be too much for her to keep up with the look.

College was exhausting for Alice and she struggled with her major.

The major she wound up taking wasn’t actually what she was passionate about, but it was what she felt was most realistic for her to attain at least a decent future.

Alice likes to draw.

Alice’s parents are really nice. Her mom is a bit of a flake, but very loving. Her father is very affectionate and at times her parents remind her of Gomez and Morticia. They were also childhood sweethearts who are still madly in love as adults... which colored her view of her relationship with her own childhood friend, Ian.

Alice really did see a future with Ian. She hoped someday they would get married and they would have children together just like her parents, but...

Well, in school, Alice wasn’t very popular.... to put it mildly. Kids can be cruel, especially to those who are unusual. She was bullied all throughout her school days until she reached college age.

The reasons Alice was bullied were mainly due to her appearance (pasty pale and chubby) and the fact that when she was little she was pretty nonverbal.

It took many years for Alice to get better at talking to people. Part of her therapy to develop her verbal skills included using a puppet to speak for her.

Yes, this is where the puppet in her concept sheet, Honey Bunny, comes in. She still has that puppet even after all this time, though it’s currently tucked away in a box. Yes, Jack will eventually have the pleasure of meeting Honey Bunny.

Alice is the oldest child with at least two younger siblings. They haven’t been fully developed yet.

Alice is a survivor of SA and that greatly affected how she deals with intimacy and feelings of being trapped.

Alice currently suffers from very low self-esteem. Between a past of being bullied for her looks and personality, the SA incident, and being betrayed by the person she trusted with her heart...

Alice did forgive Ian and she did try again... but ultimately ended things after she realized that she just couldn’t forget what happened and she couldn’t stop feeling like she wasn’t “enough” for him.

Alice doesn’t think anyone would be attracted to her, not really. With Ian, it was a special case, where they grew up together and things developed over time. What she had with Ian was something that happened only once in a lifetime... and it all fell apart.

In the present Alice is lonely. She’s given up on being loved but still feels empty and wishes desperately for it... and that wish summoned Jack.

Alice is an empathetic person, and it has gotten her in trouble in the past trying to help people because she felt sorry for them... even if they didn’t necessarily deserve it. It’s something that Jack is concerned about now that he’s there even if he benefitted the most from her being too kind for her own good sometimes...

Alice chose to save Jack. She doesn’t remember it because the process of saving him required giving him a piece of her soul. He gave her a piece of his in return. This is why she’s the only one who can see, hear, and touch him. While she didn’t fully consider all the implications of this choice at the time, the soul trapped in the tape was so desperate and suffering so much, and she was the only one in the whole world who could save him from hell... she couldn’t live with herself if she just chose to leave him damned when she could do something to save him... and he did promise he would never hurt her, never do anything she didn’t want to do...

This piece of each other’s souls is why Jack and Alice can feel each other’s emotions as well as overhear thoughts. Alice doesn’t remember this ability, and Jack doesn’t want to tell her for fear of scaring her. After all, she doesn’t remember the agreement they made and she was so scared when she woke up without remembering what happened...

This agreement can be ended frighteningly easy. It’s part of how Jack got Alice to agree in the first place. If one of them doesn’t want him to be there... then it’s all over.

Alice can feel Jack’s love for her and responds to it very strongly, even if she’s unaware that it’s happening. It’s why even though only a day has passed, she feels the need to take care of him.

Needless to say, all Jack really needs to do is love Alice and be patient with her. She likes him and wants the love he is offering her so desperately... She’s just going to need time to heal from her scars...

Speaking of scars, the scar on her forehead is from the night Ian cheated on her.

Ian

With that, let’s turn our attention to the cheater in question. Why did he do it? Well, he was lonely. He had moved someplace all on his own and no longer had someone to support him by his side all the time, someone to reassure him and tell him he was beautiful and worth loving and desirable...

Until, guess what, his glow up finally was paying off. People started flirting with him at the college and, hey, what’s the harm in flirting back a little? It’s just paying a compliment and it felt good. He told Alice about the new friends he made there on campus and it was all innocent...

And dang were some of these people hotties. Skinny ladies with big boobs just like the animes... and they were flirting with him like he was the protagonist of a harem isekai story.

You know the song “Say No to This” in Hamilton? Ian had the same vibe going when he finally gave in to his base desires.

He didn’t know what happened! One moment he’s having a nice time with his new friend at the college and he was so lonely without Alice and suddenly they were kissing and it felt so good and she wanted him and for a while he forgot that he was lonely and missing his girlfriend...

Then post-nut clarity hit and he was like OH SHIT.

Ian really hoped that if he confessed right away, the damage wouldn’t be so bad, right? It was just a mistake. Alice has always forgiven him for his mistakes. She forgave him when he got too rough during sex despite her issues due to SA, so this can’t be much different. She herself said there was nothing that would make her not love him when he was down on himself thinking he would never be worthy of love or attractive...

Ian has self-confidence issues out the wazoo. He was bullied as a kid, had his looks insulted, and generally was treated like garbage by the other kids. Being the center of attention and desired as an adult is a new experience for him... one that, unfortunately went to his head... both the one on his shoulders and the one between his legs.

Ian was the only friend who consistently hung out with Alice. They were two “losers” at school who stuck together. It was almost natural that feelings would develop between them.

Alice and Ian both struggled with shyness, fumbling with crossing the line from friendship to lovers. Their relationship really was sweet... but not without its issues...

Ian apologizes a lot. A lot a lot. It gets to the point where Alice spent a lot of time just reassuring him. He missed that terribly when he went to his dream school and had to leave her behind.

Unfortunately, flattery and lust served as temporary, if empty substitutes...

Ian greatly regrets what he did, what he lost, and he’s determined to fix things... Alice did forgive him and gave him a second chance. They’re just on a break. Just a break. If he gives her a little space, but makes sure she never forgets him, if he just does the right thing to prove that they belong together, then everything can go back to normal...

Although, confidentially, the cheating wasn’t their only issue that made Alice see that ending the relationship was the best thing she could do for the both of them.

Shaun

Let’s hop off the cheater train and board the cat daddy express, shall we? Dude is a bro of the highest order, a Grade A pal.

Shaun met Alice when they shared a class in college. He thought she was cute and so sweet. He would’ve asked her out, but then he found out she had a boyfriend and, oof, heartbreak. Still, he sincerely was happy to be friends with her, and he liked Ian and was happy to make friends with the dude.

Until the night Ian made a frantic phone call to Shaun to check on Alice since she wasn’t answering her phone and he thinks she’s hurt and he’s the only one with a spare key to their place!

Shaun got Alice to the hospital that night. Turns out alcohol can’t make you forget heartbreak even if you drink enough of it to get alcohol poisoning and wind up bashing your head on broken glass. It was a pretty traumatic sight for him to come across, and he was so relieved when he heard the news that she would be alright.

Naturally this put Ian on Shaun’s shit list after finding out why Alice drowned herself in booze that night.

Shaun was the MVP, and his friendship with Alice strengthened in the aftermath... and he was one of the people who helped her see that forgiving Ian was the worst choice she could make for both her and Ian. He was there to support her decision to break things off for good and was her shoulder to cry on during her heartbreak.

Shaun and Alice bonded in college over liking the goth aesthetic and cats. At least half the posters in Alice’s apartment are from Shaun.

Shaun, sadly, had very poor timing when it comes to anything romantic with Alice. He came into the picture when Alice was already deeply in love with Ian. Alice couldn’t even think about dating after the breakup, let alone risk their relationship by letting it change. Then he had to move away for his own degree to become a director... and when he finally moves back into the area, his bad timing shows up again as he finds Alice once more has a boyfriend...

Shaun has mixed feelings about Jack. He’s not just suspicious about Jack’s whole deal, but he feels protective of Alice after what she went through.

At the same time HOLY SHIT A REAL LIVE CURSED VIDEO TAPE WITH A REAL LIVE, ER, DEAD GHOST! Or maybe not a ghost but something else? Either way holy shit this is awesome. Shaun is totally geeking out.

Yes, Alice told Shaun about Jack the day he came to stay with her for a while. I already have a little scene written up of Jack and Shaun having a little... chat.

Chances are good that Shaun and Jack will actually become friends, though Jack is definitely going to make sure Shaun remembers who is most important to Alice...

Needless to say, it’s hella awkward for Shaun when Jack makes sure he’s going to hear Alice cry out Jack’s name at least once. Poor guy. Jack is a poor winner isn’t he?

Moon Pie

Fortunately, there's Moon Pie to give Shaun love and cuddles in his hour of need.

Moon Pie is a sweet little blind bundle of floof. Shaun adopted her after seeing her info and pics on a website and fell in love. She is a very affectionate baby and sticks close to her daddy.

Shaun loves Moon Pie to pieces and will commit a violence if anyone were to threaten her.

Alice, too, quickly falls in love with Moon Pie. Pity she doesn’t have the energy or financial stability to adopt a cat of her own yet. Maybe someday... till then, she can be the fun cat aunt.

Initially when I first saw Moon Pie I was going to make her Alice’s cat, but I can’t bring myself to steal a baby away from her daddy, so Alice will have to simply love her from afar. Alas, this is the true tragedy of Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack.

Fortunately, Shaun is the best cat dad a precious bundle of floof like Moon Pie could ask for.

Moon Pie can sense Jack.

Don’t worry, Jack likes Moon Pie and thinks she’s cute. Though he does admittedly get a little jealous when Alice cuddles Moon Pie and gives the baby little smooches.

Moon Pie might or might not have unintentionally provoked Jack to assert his place as number one in Alice’s heart. Good thing she can’t have her innocent eyes besmirched by the things this lusty yandere clown does to his sunshine when Shaun isn’t home!

Moon Pie will nap on Jack at least once. Shaun will take pictures. All of the pictures.

Carol

Carol is at least 5 years older than Alice and worked longer than her at the yogurt place, so she’s an expert on doing as little of her job as she can get away with while still earning a steady paycheck.

She is a worldly lady who leans strongly towards women, but finds guys hot too.

Her eyeliner game is absolutely on point. When not forced to dress as a clown, this lady has style.

An example of that style is how Carol absolutely owns her vitiligo and makes it into a fashion statement.

Carol enjoys teasing Alice and thinks she’s kind of cute sort of like a pet rabbit kind of way. She’s gotten some details about her younger co-worker and has teasingly offered to set Alice up on a blind date with a guy she knows who thinks plus size ladies like her are cute.

They’re not exactly friends, but friendly and they get along well enough. Whether they become friends eventually is up in the air... especially when there’s a very possessive yandere best friend now in the picture.

Nick

Got a crush on the cute lady working at the funky clown yogurt place.

Tried to shoot his shot and unfortunately got shot down instead when she told him she has a boyfriend. That sucks.

In another world, that would only be the start of his worst night ever. Fortunately in the Sunshine in Hell universe, a certain supernatural yandere didn’t see him as enough of a threat to bother with. What wonders a little feeling of security in a relationship can do...

However, just because Nick lucks out in not provoking the yandere haunting treatment doesn’t mean that there won’t be other people who cross the line...

Ho my, this has turned out much longer than I was planning. I’ll save other details for another post. I hope y’all enjoyed me rambling on and let me know if there’s anything you want me to focus on for next time! If you liked any of this stuff, please read Sunshine in Hell and let me know what you think. Your feedback/reviews/comments give me life.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #Headcanon Ramblings #sdj #swwsdj

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