#but i brought the dvd in for the whole class to watch it was the end of the year

[divine-donna]

tell me

instead of writing a fic, i settled on writing just a general collection of headcanons. these are gender neutral. and uh, i'm on a mission to convert my friend to the swann arlaud agenda.

anyways watch anatomy of a fall on a big screen. don't do what i did, which is just watch it on my laptop. movie is too good to be watched on a laptop. and also be a streaming service.

these are gender neutral, by the way.

part 02

character: vincent renzi (aka. hot lawyer from anatomy of a fall)

for vibes: "tell me" by fifty fifty

moving to france wasn't on your list of things to do when you were in your early teens. it was such a drastic move. but unfortunately, it made sense because your mother was a film scholar who specialized in french film and she got a job to teach at a prestigious university. it was an opportunity she had to take and you were brought along for the ride.

picking up french was not that hard. you learned in school and also picked it up from the films your mother watched. you remembered watching Cléo from 5 to 7 a lot. maybe you shouldn't have, considering its themes. being immersed in the environment helped you pick up on it quicker.

all to say, you were fluent by the time you reached university.

you don't remember which class you met him in. you just know you got put in a group together for introductions. typical first year stuff.

"vincent renzi."

he had a boyish charm to him. he looked younger than you, yet you were the same age. there was still some baby fat on his cheeks.

your smile was warm. "(y/n)."

he became one of your first friends.

university was a rough transition period. you left your old friends behind. you didn't like them that much anyways. they didn't seem to like you either. so, you essentially came into university without many friends.

it's a gradual friendship, one that arises from meeting up consistently and then those meetings evolving into hanging out for hours.

doing schoolwork while drinking coffee, reading in the library, going out for dinner. hell even cooking for each other. it was a solid friendship.

it helped that you guys also wandered in the same social circle. so you also had mutual friends, including german exchange student sandra voyter.

they always talked about how you two were together. always seen talking. always seen outside of class. even when you guys had so much work to do and you shouldn't be with him because you guys ended up distracted and procrastinating your papers.

"why do you still have this?" he asks.

it was your third year of university. your place was small cozy. and it was affordable with your two other roommates. you guys had gotten lucky with the rent.

"have what?" you don't look up from your laptop. you were nearly finished with your paper.

"this."

you look up. vincent's holding up a dvd box with a beat up cover sleeve. the colors were faded and the cardboard was bent all over, creating multiple webs.

"because it's mine?"

"it's all beat up. wouldn't it be better to transfer to a new box?" he shrugs.

"my mother gave it to me when i graduated. it's...niche, i guess." you think about how she gifted you her favorite movie and the movie she has written a whole book about.

"everyone knows Céline and Julie Go Boating."

"not in that sense. just in the sense that my mother has an interesting way to mourn me leaving the house." you still stayed with her when you went back. but graduating really proved that you weren't a kid anymore. "i really liked it when i was younger. because of the colors. the rest of the stuff did not register with me. according to her, i kept asking her to put it on."

"you must have had an interesting taste as a child."

"well...she specializes in this stuff. so i'm not surprised."

"you don't even have a tv."

"okay well, i have it for novelty sake."

your eyes return to your laptop screen. you don't notice the way vincent's eyes linger on you, watching the way your fingers intently move as you finish up your paper. or how you furrow your brows when rereading your sentence and realizing it makes no sense. or the gentle curse beneath your breath when you realize you've forgotten a word in your sentence. he's never heard someone curse so gently.

he sets the dvd back where he picked it up from, feeling the worn out cardboard.

it was your birthday. such a scary time, for it to come so soon.

originally, you thought it was going to be you, vincent, sandra, and some of your other friends. after all, vincent was good as organizing group events and outings.

when you showed up at your usual meeting spot, it was just him.

"are they going to meet us there?" you question.

"we'll meet them after." he smiles.

"what is going on in that brain of yours?"

"you'll see."

when he takes your hand, your heart flutters. you've held hands before. but never did it make you feel so...light. like a cloud. you weren't sure if you were imagining your cheeks heating up slightly.

vincent leads you to a nearby cinema. he buys two tickets for a limited showing of Céline and Julie Go Boating.

"this is so..." you can't help but let out a laugh, staring at the movie ticket.

"why not? get the full experience." his eyes are gentle. there's tenderness in his gaze. it makes you feel all warm and gooey on the inside.

"you know the movie is...over three hours long right?"

"of course. that's why i picked an earlier showing. so we can get to dinner on time later."

being in the dark with your friend for over three hours. watching a movie about two people who were coded to be lovers. what could go wrong?

nothing, really. in the eyes of someone else.

to you, and to him, everything.

you haven't seen the film in forever. so rewatching it was like watching it for the first time without being distracted by the colors.

vincent couldn't watch the movie. he was more interested in the way your face shifted, how you whispered about not remembering that happening, how you laughed and the way your lips curled so cutely.

in truth, he could care less about the movie.

you were his favorite film.

as céline and julie were in a soap opera, enacting a hetero-normative plot, you turn to look at vincent. you were wondering how your friend was holding up.

your eyes meet his and your lips can't help but curl into a smile.

"are you watching?"

"of course." his eyes flicker to the screen for a brief moment.

"or were you watching me?"

"your reactions are interesting. they tell me what i should be thinking of the film."

"i shouldn't be the one you judge this film on."

silence between you two. the kind of comfortable silence you two are used to. but something feels more different. perhaps because it was dark. perhaps because the world seemed to fall away and it was just the two of you and the film faded into the background.

you were oddly close to him. your shoulders were touching. and if you moved forward, your noses would be able to touch.

you shift closer, causing his breath to hitch. "thank you for this, by the way." when you whisper, it is a message only meant for him.

"happy birthday." he says. he moves his face closer, heart pounding.

you want to meet him in the middle. you want to feel his soft lips against your own. and yet, something grips you hard. it's stomach curdling.

you move forward, your lips on his cheek. his eyes widen and his shoulders slump a little. you pull away. "it's...nice. to have the bestest friend i know."

"that's not a word." sadness settles in his eyes.

"all words are made up. so i can make up new ones."

in the moment you felt unsure about not making a move. that regret comes to follow you in your life.

graduation came too soon. way too soon.

you had decided to leave france for a bit, go to grad school abroad. somewhere else where you could pursue an mfa in creative writing.

it was your last coffee before you guys would graduate, inevitably separating.

vincent said he wanted to tell you something. it was urgent, something important to him. you could tell he wanted to spit it out.

or did he want to vomit because he was nervous?

"stop leaving me in suspense!" you take a sip of your coffee. "what is it?"

should he tell you?

should he confess?

he wants to tell you. oh so desperately. and yet, he feels it would be selfish to.

it's not about if you didn't feel the same way. to vincent, being rejected is the better scenario.

he didn't want to keep you grounded in france, a place you were looking to leave because you have spent a decent chunk of your life here. moving was good for you.

he worried that if you felt the same way, then maybe you would reconsider going away. and if you were looking to leave forever, he didn't want to be the thing keeping you here.

i love you. i have for a while. let's go on a date.

thirteen words. three sentences.

it was so miniscule. but he felt like atlas, carrying the sky. he was carrying a whole world.

vincent wipes his palms against his jeans. his heart was stuck in his throat. and his brain acted first.

"i got accepted into law school."

"that's great! oh my god!" you nearly squeal for him.

your happiness for him was enough.

writing a hit debut novel is no easy feat. and yet, you did it. people loved your novel.

the novel centered on two friends. their platonic bond ends up in a weird limbo, where there's romantic tension but neither wants to act upon it in fear. ultimately, the two friends reunite years after they separated, on different career paths. they meet at a conference, sit at a bar, and the novel ends with them rekindling their relationship. you left it up to the reader to interpret that being romantic or platonic. or even if they never talked to each other again after that night.

you were on fire as an author. and your recent publication, a collection of short stories, had become particularly famous. especially on social media.

you decided to go back to france for a few months. you wanted to spend more time with your mother and catch up with your friends. all of them you haven't seen since university.

unfortunately it also didn't mean you were on vacation. you still had to work. and you had many book signings to attend to.

when you look up to see the next person, your heart nearly lurches out of your chest.

vincent aged like wine. he still looked like how he did in university. less baby fat. gray hair. some wrinkles. but you liked it.

his eyes meet yours and he walks over. "my favorite short story was the one about the cow farmer."

"that came from a dream i had as an undergraduate student." you open the book and sign the first page. "how are you?"

"good. good. how about you?" he smiles. he's so radiant. you're reminded why you missed him. and why you felt regret in your body from all those years ago.

"well, you already know about me." you gesture to the books. your books. "have you...met up with sandra recently?"

"on the rare occasion. she's been traveling a lot. but recently she moved here. with her husband."

"her husband...samuel?" vincent nods. "he's an interesting character. from the few times i met him."

"they seem to be doing alright." he takes the signed book and peeks at what you wrote. there's a heart next to his name.

"we should talk more. catch up."

"if you're free."

you think for a second. "can you come back in thirty minutes? i should be done by then."

vincent smiles. he leaves the bookstore.

he's waiting outside for you after those thirty minutes.

#x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader #anatomy of a fall #swann arlaud #vincent renzi #headcanons #fluff #romantic #vincent renzi x reader #anatomy of a fall fanfiction #vincent renzi fanfiction

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

A Very Long, Personal [but positive] Ramble about Neurodivgerency and Character Hyperfixation

[u can ignore this if you want this is just an ADHD ramble - this is a kinda 'mask off' talk about ADHD, autism and my personal history with it all. I also talk about the upsides and downsides - and the importance of Hobie to me personally - I just wanna normalize this stuff lol]

a.k.a The story of how I sent from obsessing over him to HIM in 10 years (what a glowup on my part ik)

(I know a lot of peeps on here can feel self-conscious about being neurodivergent and character connection or whatever you wanna call it and so do I! So I wanted to write it out or just ramble for my own sake)

I don't know if it's obvious or not, but I LOVE HOBIE BROWN. I'm going to be completely candid - I think about him maybe 85 percent of the day if not more, and that's in no way an exaggeration.

No matter what I'm doing, there's a least one tab open in my brain thinking about him. It may not be the focus, but it's there.

That's just how I operate. And I've been this way for a LONG time. In fact, Hobie isn't my first 'total focus' character in Marvel.

I gain VERY deep hyperfixations on Marvel Characters, many lasting years. And there's nothing wrong with that - in fact it's rad!

!!!! ATTENTION: This is a whimsical care-free zone. For Happy Funny Folk !!!!!!!!!

Loki - My introduction to hyperfixation with characters

I don't know if this is surprising or you'd be like 'yeah u seem like the type' but I use to LOVE Loki. For YEARS.

I'm AuDHD and when I was 13/14, a freshman in HS, he was my hyperfixation. Eerything I do for Hobie, I did for Loki. I even had a Loki blog for like 3/4 years.

This was back in 2012-2013, when Avengers had just came out, and the MCU wasn't - well, the MCU yet.

But even back then, the Loki fandom was HUGE. I have no idea who was also on Tumblr back then but it was gigantic. Because movies weren't coming out every 3 months, it went on for yearrrrsssss. Art, edits, fics, everything.

I was soooo into, I loved Loki. Like Hobie, I probably thought about Loki maybe 85-90% of the day.

And sure I was doing a lot of other stuff but in the back of my head there was always the oc x canon storyline running in my head, or replaying scenes from memory and analyzing, or wondering and speculating about his character.

I mask very minimally or not at all - so everyone in my school knew me for it. And at the time I didn't know I was neurodivergent, but that didn't stop me - I was genuinely proud of it.

I wore Loki shirts to school and brought the Avengers DVD the day it dropped (this was back before streaming in ye' old 2013). I knew the Avengers movie back to front.

I saw Thor: The Dark World the day it released and SOBBED openly in the theater when he 'died'. (I remember my mom leaning over and whispering 'Do you wanna leave?' cause I seemed that upset lol)

And everyday I use to wear a necklace like this -

(credit IJSY on Etsy)

But in black, until one day I had it in my pocket and I sat on it in class and broke it in two. And people around me deadass were like 'daammnn I know that shit hurt in ur soul' cause I LOVED Loki and people knew it. And I didn't care if they did.

And I was like that for years. Overtime the Loki fandom fizzled out, especially around Phase 2 when things like GOTG first came out.

But I had a Loki fixation like maybe up until the show came out. And even then I've seen the whole thing (I ain't even like it that much 4.5/10) and I'm gonna watch the second one (I'm a fool)

But any way like to this day I still remember the first time I saw Loki and how it made me feel and I can like picture it in my head and I consider it a pretty influencial albeit mundane moment in my life.

And it was a very specific feeling but it was like as soon as I saw Loki's first scene in Avengers, I was plugged into the screen.

Other Hyperfixations - Charles Xavier, Peter Parker

All of my hyperfixations are on men in marvel and they have always been. There's been others I've cycled through, usually based on the newest movie. I even went through a LENGTHY and very in depth K-pop era (don't get me started).

Charles Xavier was a favorite of mine (from X-Men First Class), and I LOVE MCU Peter Parker. I still do. But none hit like Loki did.

There was never THAT feeling, like the fantastical electric feeling.

And I had never felt that feeling again UNTIL I SAW HOBIE (i wanna cry)

My fixation with HOBIE BROWN HOBIE BROWN HOBIE BROWN (sorry I can't say his name only one time im too excited)

In the theatre my jaw genuinely dropped like I'm pretty sure I said 'OH NAH' to myself when i first saw him

Cause he was the prettiest character I've ever seen and I mean that

I didn't recognize what that feeling was until just now like YES, it's the same feeling. And I can't even describe it.

It's like every other character is normal but as soon as you lay eyes on this character for the first time it's like suddenly they're under your skin and curled up in your heart and you can FEEL them and the weight of them PHYSICALLY like not body wise but like astral personhood wise (do I sound unhinged)

And Hobie was just so pretty.

First of all - I didn't know he was black fgsbtgtuiuigs id never heard of spiderpunk

The wicks were what caught me off guard first. I know what wicks are, I've seen them before. But never animated.

And although Miles and Gwen and Pavi all look realistic - Hobie looked real to me. The high cheekbones and broad lips, the raised brow ridge and wide set eyes - he looked different from them, not just in art style but like - I DONT KNOW.

But that's how it is, you know what I mean. There was just something in my brain that was like 'he has meaning to me'. Like 'Idk who this man is, but whatever story he's writing, I'm reading it'.

That's what hyperfixation feels like.

And Hobie in specific held and holds so much more weight for me IN ADDITION.

I started falling out of my Loki phase around Thor: Ragnorok in 2017 - which is to say I was varying degrees of 'obsessed' with Loki for about 5 years.

Around that time, maybe starting in 2015, police brutality in NYC picked up. Me and my friends started getting more radicalized, going to protests, and identifying as communists, anarchists, or both.

One of my favorite things at the time was The Black Panther Party handbook I'd found at a second hand-book store. And for a while the Black Panther Party was a special interest of mine.

It made me really interested in the 70's, the civil rights movement, and the rise of punk that happened at the same time. Around this time, I made my first 'battle jacket' with a patch that said "Black Lives Matter, Bitch." and begged my parents for a pair of doc martens.

I didn't have Hobie back then, but I have him now. And he still resonates.

There was very much a time where I was that homeless, punk teen, angry at police, who wanted to be taken in by my favorite heros.

My admiration for Hobie comes from like - everything he is. Everything he stands for and represents. I don't need Hobie like I would've as a teen. But I know deep down the healing he could bring other people as a comfort character.

Or even in terms of a good political example, or great rep for alt black people. All of it.

That can't really be said for Loki. Or Charles Xavier (even if X-men is a race allegory), or even Peter Parker.

I grew up in NYC all my life, and I LOVE Spider-man, but I never felt Connected to Peter Parker as if we lived in the same city. I never felt something in common with Peter even if he was broke too.

Hobie's just different, y'know.

The Downsides

It's easy to feel really embarrassed by all this - and even now I'm feeling shy even describing how it feels.

Cringe culture gets in your head before you know it. I'm CONSTANTLY telling myself 'no, Hobie would understand that you're neurodivergent and this is you expressing yourself he wouldn't think youre cringe youre not cringe okay' As if my comfort character Hobie Brown thinking I'm cringe is like jksjfkjf the worst thing ever - i can't, i can't with myself.

I genuinely want to hug Hobie more than I want to huge most celebrities or influential real-life people.

I genuinely think hugging him would be more healing to my being than hugging the Pope or the Dhali Lama or something. I admire him and care about him but he's NOT REAL. It's PARASOCIAL And like duh, I know that - i'm grown as fuck.

Sometimes it can genuinely get you down that you care about this character-person and you can't be with them

It's like you miss them. But they're not real and you don't know them. And I know that sounds tragic or bizarre. But it's kinda just weird. It feels weird not in a sad way, but in a 'why brain?? why is this possible in my brain?? huh???' way.

Like...I know it's parasocial, but like it's not like a fan and a youtuber. He's not real, I'm not giving him money or hurting anyone. I know there's nothing to be ashamed of, but it's just WEIRD.

Like... I know my cat isn't a person and mentally I don't see them as a person and can't like analyze them like a full formed person even if I wanted to. But with Hobie - someone who is not a person - my brain can???? Like I've never met him but like... I can imagine a full conversation with him beginning to end in his place of residence I've also never seen before??????? SO WEIRD.

Also theres that thing of him running in the back of my head 85% of the time.

Even if I'm talking or cooking or something, I'm still daydreaming about him - I have ADHD. And during those times if i'm interrupted and someone give me a THIRD thing to do (besides thing 1 and thinking about Hobie) I get irritated. Because now I have less brain room for Hobie stuff.

The Upsides

Now reading all of this you might be like 'sib this sounds like nothing but a problem r u okay' but I PROMISE ITS REAL FUN SOMETIMES

And it's nothing to feel ashamed of!

Now the last part was just a list of downsides, but the upsides are more things I can do because of my hyperfixation on Hobie that makes me happy

Like I said, I daydream a LOT. Like a LOT.

Mainly with OCs You can probably tell how much I like OCs, and how much OCs - even others', mean to me. And usually, my OCs are the ones who I see the in-media universe through. I don't have to think about making an OC much, for me personally they come fully formed. Because of this, while I'm watching movies I begin to have involuntary daydreams of where I can add in an OC, or what they'd be doing. I typically only do this for Marvel though. Hardly DC or any other media other than maybe Batman. For Loki, it was a character named Asdisira Heimdaldottir who I shipped with him. And for Hobie it's Diane Pastors (Disco-Spider).

And although I am in completely control of what these daydreams are, they are vividly realistic, and can come on at different times.

For me, it's while listening to music mostly. But anything can trigger it - from a good text post, to hearing a phrase. And these daydreams are extremely vivid. Most times, you can visibly see when I'm doing it. My eyes will glaze over or start moving as if I'm trying to remember something. Sometimes I may say 'random' phrases. I say lines from the scene I'm in outloud. (Like saying 'How could you!' in an offended tone to myself, if that's what the character in the daydream is saying). I also make facial expressions. I can do it on purpose, like hitting play on a movie and resuming where I left off. Usually, when I do this, I close my eyes. I much prefer to sit and do it without multitasking, but I often do it while doing something else.

These daydreams connect, and arcs/storylines can go on for months/years.

Usually these stories go on for months in IRL time, and span the whole history of the character. For Loki, I probably has Asdisira for 4 years at most. Which is still a LONG time. These arcs can take different pathways, and I may imagine a scene multiple times - in different ways, but usuall the timeline of the oc x canon stays overall the same. Sadly, I almost never write these down. I would pull my hair out and theres not enough time in the world for me to write Diane and Hobie's full narrative down in detail that does it justice. I wanna make a bullet list of their narrative but i dont wanna clog dashes

I can genuinely use them as a comfort character.

I don't need this much now, and nowhere as much as I needed it in high school, but having the ability to daydream vividly at will about a character you feel safe and happy with - it's dope. Sometimes it really helps. There were a lot of times I imagined Loki comforting me or showing me kindness or helping me calm down. And sometimes you can do it just for fun. Like, as a treat. Whenever. I'm imagining Diane and Hobie at a fish n' chip shop right now. It's drizzling outside and it smells like oil and Hobie douses his chips in wayyy to much vinegar. It's like I'm there. Like...I just do that. thats rad as hell. (and I don't know how to describe it if you can't do it but hopefully others know how it is but it's VIVID, like wayyyy more than any dream.)

Literally a walking fact book about them.

I'm smug AS FUCK. I use to love when dudes in high school challenged me about the MCU cause I wore a shirt. Like, oh buddy. Oh pal. Just you fucking wait. I know this character better than you know your own mother - try me hoe. I love reading characters like a book and rewatching scenes, breaking down motives, watching their movements, looking for patterns and drawing connections to real world history, cultures, or psychology. I LOVE watching behavior and personality in the movies, and making conclusions about where they'd come from, reasonably, for the character, and how it affects them outside the scope of the film.

And most of all - It's Free Joy we're almost at the end I promise

This is long as all hell and unlike my other posts there really isn't a neat little character study but uhhh I wanna end with this I guess -

The best part of it, is it's free joy. Literally.

My brain can do something a lot of others can't. I can feel a kind a comfort and understanding with a character, I can entertain myself and come up with amazing stories that have mean to me.

I can make wonderful worlds and all that without lifting a finger, and hangout with my favorite characters just by going

(literally how i be sitting there - professor x headass)

I hoping the fucking multiverse with my mind.

But there's nothing cringe about that. And there's nothing cringe about drawing Hobie for hours on end, by himself or with an oc. There's nothing cringe about thinking about them a lot, or wanting to buy or make a lot of merch.

We aren't hurting anyone. It's not like a celebrity or a youtuber. Nothing we're doing is taboo or anything we're literally just being happy. And squealing about a character we deeply love

Like..Golly if more mfers in this world were squealing like us once a week maybe they'd be happier, you know what I mean. People be walking around mad as hell at the world...like why don't you look at this picture of Hobie and calm down? That's what makes me calm down.

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Anyway uh this is LONG and not connected much to ATSV but if you read down this low THANK YOU so deeply it means a lot. If you relate to this at all I'd love to hear.

And if you think I'm unhinged. Absolutely. But that has nothing to do with this and ain't nothing wrong about it, in the words of megan the stallion... 'ah'.

I leave you with this pic of Hobie goodbye :)

im using my magic autism powers to hold his hand :) now im giving him a hug im having fun

#If you relate to ANY of this please let me know lol #NO proofread EVER lol #personal #neurodivergency #hobie brown #adhd #autism #also Hobie has AuDHD #audhd #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #hyperfixation #special interest #hyperfixations #actuallyautistic #actually adhd #actually audhd #actually autistic #spiderpunk #spider punk #id be genuinely shocked if anyone got through this ngl

[t-allyitup]

i have been watching this show religiously to the point where i cannot think outside of ed edd n eddy so i wrote this in theme

aka hi my names joey, im 18 & i use any pronouns but anyways so i did a therapeutic excersize/self insert/character study/thinly veiled string of conciousness dump/fanfic excerpt/writing piece using double d from ed edd n eddy as bait [but most of it i feel is him] i don't rly know how to use tumblr that well but i like to write and i gotta get better cuz im applying to uni so hopefully someone enjoys my brain alphabet soup

[before reading please be advised that i discuss some sensitive content, self injury & prescription medication in minor detail as well as more expansive topics like child neglect and anxiety! it's technically therapeutically driven, so if you happen to be uncomfortable with the afformentioned topics its probably not the best read for you. use caution]

i now present to you a joey joint,

joint i. alphabet soup a la ed

- beginning

edd’s earliest memories consist of him thrashing violently until he woke up shaking, huddling silently in a warm pool of sweat. his jaw would be clenched, his fragile baby teeth grinding mechanically against themselves, before he scurried into the king-sized bed his mother and father shared. his mother would murmur a soft ‘shh,’ until he fell asleep.

when double dee would wake up in the morning, he was alone in the previously occupied bed. the unoccupied space seemed to swallow him whole. the vastness and potential of such an empty space would unnerve him, and he would slowly tread back to his own bed upon the absence of his mother and father.

he also remembers noticing a label peeling on a dvd display tower at the blockbuster in his first neighborhood, and he remembers how thick, hot tears stung his face. and as he bit his lip until it bleed, attempting to force the rouge corner of the plastic label back to its assigned place, he remembers his mother tugging firmly on his wrist and leading him to the car. double dee remembers the label, and how the label would never be put back in place. he remembers how he shook and choked on stifled sobs in the back of the sedan as his mother drove home, only to squeeze his hand and rush off to work. he remembers the feeling of uncertainty upon the realization that label, which he had willed with every cell in his body to fuse properly back to the dvd tower, would now remain in a state of perpetual purgatory in his neurotic conscious.

double dee remembers when three days later, his mother returned home after a long day of work and in-and-out run to blockbuster and brought with her a documentary on polar bears. he had been crawling with excitement, polar bears being a specific interest at the time, and double dee remembers curling up with his father and mother on the rather uncomfortable leather sofa in the mechanical glory of his middle-class living room. he remembers how he hadn't even cared that the sofa was uncomfortable and much too firm, or that his mother had gotten garlic parmesan pretzel crisps when he had reminded her more times than he deemed worth counting that he only liked the spicy buffalo and original.

the television murmured on low about the specific travel patterns of polar bears, and the grainy blue light of the documentary had flickered against his face for nearly 40 minutes. for 40 minutes, double dee’s brain had been able to focus on the deteriorating climate’s affect on the polar bear’s migration and environmental habits. his mother had smoothed his hair with her cold, slender fingers, once in awhile twisting gently on a dark curl. she had regarded him with a twinkling smile, glasses perched squarely on her beautiful hooked nose, and he could feel his father tug him closer. 40 minutes of his life that had belonged solely to the three of them, before an emergency meeting regarding the pharmaceutical board had demolished it. the polar bears, needless to say, were inevitably paused.

double dee still remembers the feeling of his realization that he will never know what had become of the polar bears in the documentary, and he remembers the arresting feeling that engulfed him like an ice cube being dropped down his back.

he had walked by himself to the blockbuster three days later to return the suspended polar bear documentary.

they moved to peach creek less than three weeks later, where edd was to begin school. school had then, in its true fashion of providing education and possibility, become double dee’s absolute favourite thing. the passion for learning had become apparent after only weeks of his first year in elementary school, and so had his strange anxieties about labels, organization, contamination, and the idea that certain questions simply did not have direct or proven answers.

after a particularly low moment when double dee was halfway through the year of 4th grade, his anxiety had caused him to forget how to breathe. with his shyness and fear of burdening others with his ailments leading to him fainting from lack of oxygen due to hyperventilation, he was taken to see a shrink.

and ever since his first meeting with a shrink at the impressionable and mildly concerning age of nine, double dee had seen doctors, psychiatrists, recreational club directors, youth rabbis, life coaches, tutors, and nearly every professional that could be remotely helpful in a case of mild child neglect thinly veiled as ‘stress.’ and every single time, they had all said the same thing as a way of labeling this unfortunate circumstance. double dee was obsessive-compulsive, anxious, showing slight evidence of child neglect and home life instability, and was chronically awarded with the dreaded vague observation that he seemed to be “self-destructive, self-sustaining, and self-critical.”

“eddward seems to be experiencing textbook symptoms of obsessive compulsive disorder,” each ludicrously expensive professional would repeat, offering a sympathetic glance and knitted eyebrows in the direction of his mother while they stirred a chilled latte in their other hand. “these symptoms seem to become exacerbated by instability in everyday life, lack of availability from and/or existence of a support system, and loss of control.”

so what could be done?

“it's encouraged that quality time with a support system and self-esteem building activities be introduced,” they would say. “however, based on my professional observation, i can stress that availability, active interest, and consistent presence in eddward’s day-to-day life would likely be quite healing for his array of anxieties.”

his mother would clutch his hand, gently squeezing his palm and observing his raw nails as she explained the situation to whatever professional was on the receiving end.

‘it is only possible for us to offer eddward the help he deserves if we have a suitable source of income to provide it,’ his mother would say, ‘jobs in medicine are demanding and although we would much rather spend all our days doting on our son, eddward’s father and i manage a network of medical centers that are counting on us. eddward himself is counting on us to have a home to return to and financial security in relation to his health.’

double dee would nod at the professional, resting his head against his mothers side in solidarity of her statement, and would often be sent away with a hastily scribbled note on a yellow prescription pad that would be exchanged for a tiny orange tube of capsules that had been deemed ‘genetically effective’ for his hypersensitive brain.

he would walk in tandem with the click of his mother’s heels to the lot of the building, awaiting patiently for whatever prestigious new suv his mother had sacrificed her time off for sneaking into view. after his mother would tip the valet worker, and once double dee was strapped comfortably to the expensive leather, he would let the impending doom of awaiting 9 more mind-numbing months of some type of oxone or iazine or some other pharmaceutical sink in. he accepted with shrinking resistance as the cycle would drag him through his first, second, fifth, or seventh inevitable episode of being cannibalized by his own thoughts, his life itself a question with no answer.

and he knows, he knows that his parents care for him deeply and he is very privileged to have access to professional help. he understands that as far as teenagers who experience traumatic, stressful, or generally highly-emotional events go, he is extremely gifted and generally stable. he understands that his anxiety isn't all bad, and he recognizes that he gets emotional at times, and he does let these more emotional moments drive his anger more often than not, but in all honesty… while ‘child neglect’ may be a harsh word for the relationship between his parents and himself, double dee did feel worse after staying home alone for 3 days at a time and going for 9 months without a family dinner or conversation that was not recorded on a post-it note.

what double dee was certain people failed to understand about him, or even inquire about for that matter, was the fact that double dee wasn't bothered by the simple misalignment of an object or the visual discomfort said object may cause. it wasn't the anxiety of being ignorant or an isolated variable outside of a hypothetical range of decent capacity, either. no, double dee was actually fearful of the fact that by all laws of physics, for as long as he remained aware of such things that had gone unchanged since his last encounter with them, he would live in a suffocating loss of meaning. be that a torn plastic label on a blockbuster dvd tower that was his self-imposed duty to fix or a one-of-a-kind moment where his parents had been undoubtedly present and had opened the opportunity to fully connect, double dee would remain unresolved and neglected from the collective consciousness of a potential memory. the peeling sticker was misaligned, yes, but in reality… in reality, double dee was thinking about the fact that the sticker’s purpose was to fulfill its duty as a label for the selection of dvds, and by extension, it was his purpose in the moment to assist the label in its battle with clinging to the tower. it was never about the label. it was never about that. it was about the principle that living with the knowledge that he had neglected to correct the little fluke of the peeling label had robbed him of a memory. a memory, to his own horror, that he had cursed himself with by failing to fulfill his purpose. he was so sure that if he had just put the slightest bit more effort into salvaging that label, that he would have fulfilled a purpose. he wouldn't feel so isolated, so empty, so numb, if he could only fulfill a purpose.

it was what had double dee tearing his hair out in fistfuls, only to shield it with his beanie, and bashing his head into cabinets of his empty house located around the cul-de-sac of peach creek. his raw nailbeds and black and yellow bruises at various stages of healing had turned his body into a shrine of his own inadequacy. the stress of the deafening, profound emptiness held enough reign over his nervous system that it had rearranged the chemical functioning of his brain.

in fact, if double dee were not so gloriously exhausted by the result of the operation, he might have been impressed with such biochemistry of doom.

instead, the cunning mockery of it had just turned him grumpy.

- e(n)d

i hope that was decent

[characters don't belong to me obviously duh this is fan made hehe i just feel super grateful for this show and its unnerving ability to draw complex content out of me]

#eene #ed edd n eddy #eene double d #content advisory #??? #maybe ??? i think ???

[4rainynite]

EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanon 4

Blondie & C.A. Cupid

It's time for our two radio heads! One will dish out juicy gossip while the other gives you advice from the heart.

The only time we got to see their dorm was in 'Blondie Brances Out' and 'Cupid Comes Clean'. From what was seen Cupid and Blondie have one of the smaller dorms of the students living on campus. Their room is so small that the girls use wardrobes instead of a closets and the walls seem closer together. So, I'll do my best with this one.

So the layout of the the dorm is: hallway entrance, room divider, mirror, vanity desk, wardrobe, nightstand, and bed. We don't get to see the rest of the room, but my theory is that it's a wall the girls do whatever they want with it, the wall where the balcony is where the girls' desk for homework is at. Yeah, that's all I got.

Blondie's side: Blondie's got a cottagecore & lolita style going on with a pinch of royalty.

Blondie's furniture features bears, utensils, and keyholes that reflects her story. I like how Blondie stands out in her room, since she's covered in yellow (her dress and hair) while her room is a deep blue and gold.

We Blondie wants to be seen as royalty by her friends and peers so her room seems rather regal than the lolita style she wears and it would've been nice to see her with items that reflect her love of journalism. But we didn't see the whole dorm so she may have some items like: a typewriter (every good reporter has a typewriter), and some cameras, and a collection of microphones.

Blondie's side of the dorm has the fireplace, but we don't see much of it. In 'Epic Winter' Blondie has a chaise, which I believe she has in her dorm on the other side for when she takes a break from school work and reporting.

This is where the layout of the room gets a little weird. When, Cupid goes to get Blondie ready for class, we she Blondie's vanity dresser, when Blondie explains her family tree we she her wardrobe, nightstand, then bed. Seeing how small their dorm room is they probably squished as much furniture into the room as they can.

Apperently, Blondie (and Cedar) were supposed to have jewelry boxes like Apple and Raven but were never made. It's just so frilly and covered with bears, just right for Blondie.

C.A. Cupid's side: The only time we got to see a speck of Cupid's room was during 'Cupid Comes Clean'. I think Cupid's room would have a lot of Greek and heart designs too it, being the adoptive daughter of Eros (the god of love) it makes sense for her room to be covered in lovecore.

Besides the lovecore and ancient Greek aesthetic, I think it would be cool if Cupid brought some items from Monster High (and the other places she's traveled). Like she has posters and CDs of Catty Noir and Casta Fierce and DVDs of Elissabat movies which she let's her friends watch and listen to. But whenever fairy tale teens try to look them up they can't find them except for lore/creepypasta sites, Maddie's the only one (and maybe Kitty) are the only ones to find info on the monster stars. Until, EAH and MH find out the other world exist.

I would also like if Cupid mixed in some skeletal decor in her room since she's a bone elemental. Can you imagine the first day the two met and Blondie walks in and let's out a blood-curdling scream because she sees a couple of faux skulls and skeletal furniture in the room and Cupid is like "What?". Hilarious! Over time Blondie just accepts it as one of Cupid's quirks.

Also, feathers and arrows (I can't believe I almost forgot to mention that)! In her locker she has two bow and arrows sets I bet on her free wall she has a collections of bows and arrows on the wall like a chef has a knife collection. She has to keep reminding Blondie not to touch it just because it's out in the open.

The girls have a balcony that Cupid uses most of the time to grow her flowers, mainly mood roses.

Cupid's mirror was shown when she mirror traveled from Monster High/ Mount Olympus to Ever After High, but in the show there's a different mirror. I'm gonna let this pass an animation error.

When the website was still up players would customize the dorms with furniture after characters' information was released. In the first image I think the lamp would be Cupid's, the second image the first wallpaper and flooring are Cupid's. I know used the candles already but I can see Cupid owning them.

In 'Heart Struck' we found out Cupid uses an inhaler for her pollen allergies, it would make sense if she had backups in her dorm room.

Like Blondie (and Ginger) Cupid has her own show at school. IThe school allows students with shows to do them in vacant rooms of the school. Like I said with Blondie it would be cool to have some of the equipment in her dorm room like the glowing heart background lights.

Cupid has a black wrought iron bed in the shape of hearts, pink drapes behind the bed, I have no idea what that pink transparent thing is (seriously, what the heck is it?).

Since we never saw much of her room here are my thoughts: Cupid is one of the few students that doesn't have a canopy bed, most likely has a lot of romance novels/ love advice books, and her room is a mixture of MH, EAH, lovecore, and Greek mythology.

EVERAFTERROYAL, @darth-alinart, @spelledmonsters @everafterhighcaps @teatime-with-maddie ROYAL&REBELWIKI EAHWIKI

#ever after high #eah #everafterhigh #ever after rebel #ever after royal #dorm room #my art #blondie lockes #c.a. cupid

[acey-wacey]

Would it be okay to request Trey, Jack, Jamil and Lilia helping an MC who is having period cramps? (Can be GN!MC or Fem!MC, doesn't matter)

Of course! Thanks for requesting!!

Reader is bio fem because menstruation but is still refered to in gender neutral terms

...

On Your Period

...

♣️ Trey Clover ♣️

He's absolutely the kindest and most understanding.

He takes care of you anyway but when your cramps act up, he's even more doting.

He knows a bit about period cramps from his mom and younger sister so he is quick to get you a hot water bottle and chocolate.

Even if you insist you're fine, he won't leave you alone.

He wants to be there for your every need.

He now always carries pain meds on him in case your cramps act up in the middle of class.

As soon as you tell him you're in pain, he's right there with pads, chocolate, and The Notebook DVD (yes I know it's a stereotype but I love the notebook so shut up).

He bakes you so many delicious treats.

This man pampers you to the nines.

...

🐺 Jack Howl 🐺

He doesn't know much about periods but if you ask him for something, he will be right there.

As soon as you say something about your period cramps being really bad, he spends all night researching periods and how to help.

He's much more inclined to be cuddly when you're in pain.

He doesn't show a lot of physical affection normally but the second you have cramps, he's spooning with you on the couch.

He might even let you pet his ears if you bat your pretty eyes at him long enough.

He makes sure you stay hydrated while holed up in your room as well as getting your homework for the classes you miss.

He went from jock to malewife in two seconds flat.

...

🐍 Jamil Viper 🐍

He has your cycle marked on his calendar and he reminds you when it's coming up.

Though he is really busy most of the time, he makes sure to check up on you at least once a day to see if you're taking the pain meds he brought you.

It's because the first time you had your period while you were dating, you didn't tell him since he already was so busy and you didn't want to bother him.

He is never bothered when you need taking care of.

He's super efficient about it too. He has a whole cabinet in the kitchen dedicated to stuff for you when your cramps act up.

He found an enchanted hot pad that always stays warm at Sam's shop and got it for you immediately.

Even though he doesn't know how your cramps feel, he wants to make you as comfortable as possible, even if it means ditching Kalim for the day (dw he'll be fine 👀).

...

🦇 Lilia Vanrouge 🦇

The definition of "yo what's ur pussy size"

Of course over the years, he's picked up some knowledge about menstruation and he knows how to help.

Even though you're physically incapacitated by debilitating cramps, you still try to go out and do stuff.

Dw though, Lilia tricks you into staying at home using some fae bargain or other.

He buys you chocolate but if you don't watch it, he'll eat the whole bar by himself.

He'll stay in with you and cuddle while watching Disney movies, getting his bats to fetch whatever you need.

Period cramps suck but they're a little better when you have a faerie to hold.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disneytw #trey clover #trey clover x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #scarabia #diasomnia

[buggxd]

୨⎯!!Moviez !! rory keaner x GN!reader⎯୧

⋆ ★ This is a fluff and there is no specific pronouns I’m using for the reader !! Anyways this is probs gonna suck but it’s whatever TW? Very brief/subtle mention of gore death :) FEEDBACK IS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED PLS TELL ME IF THIS IS ALRIGHT AND WHAT I CAN IMPROVE ON!!

⋆ ★ Summary!!: The whole gang (friend group ethan, benny, erica, sarah and you meet up at rorys house when his mom works a night shift at her job so you all watch movies an chill :) AND your in grade 11 so the reader and everyone else is 16!!exept for erica and sarah.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ You were in your 8th period class the last of the day and you were so exited for the bell to ring, Time was going by painfully slow but while the history teacher was going on and on about a topic nobody in the class was interested in, all you were able to think about was your plans you had made almost 2 weeks in advanced to go to your blond and bubbly friend rory keaners house to watch a ton of movies along with the others in your friend group you were too busy thinking of what movies youll watch and the buttery popcorn and chips and candy youd be shoving into your mouth later that you were too distracted and lost in your own thoughts that the loud sound of the bell ringing had caught you off gaurd and made you jump causing you produce a little yelp that made the teacher glance at you as you simply just smiled akwardly then quickly grabbing your bag and zooming out the classrom and bursting through the two big doors that led you outside you looked around for a sec and soon after spotted the blond haired boy talking with benny an ethan he was facing your way while Ethan an Benny had their backs towards you you started walking up the the trio Rory saw you and smiled and waved you did the same and sped walked to them you greeted everyone as usual and waited a bit until you asked about Sarah and Erica the boys said that the two girls would show up later the four of you just talked until you had remembered you needed to get a few things from your house so you waved at them and took of walking home your house wasn’t very far from the school you lived down the street from Rory’s house so you were able to get there pretty fast. After you packed a crossbody bag with an extra outfit socks, perfume, and a charger you changed out of your school clothes and put on (whatever u want?) and slipped on your black and white converse and walked out the house making sure to lock the door your parents/guardian were working the Night Shift so you had the place to yourself most nights, the sun was still up but it was gonna set soon once you made it Rory’s place you knocked and Rory answered the door and hugged you and basically dragged you inside you were used to him greeting you like this he just gets so happy when he sees you or any of his closest friend’s. After entering the house you were greeted by Erica and Sarah sitting on the sofa while benny was in the kitchen probably getting snacks and Ethan was in the bathroom you went to the kitchen along with Rory and started to get 3 big bowls to fill with candy, chips and popcorn and you also got out the 3 2liters of soda (whatever soda u like idc) the three of you brought the bowls and drinks to the living room and placed them on the coffee table along with cups. After you all settled and Ethan came back from the bathroom Rory layer out a couple dvd’s half being sucky comedy movies, low budget teen dramas, superhero movies or horror, Sarah wanted to watch one of the comedy movies along with Ethan Benny wanted to watch a superhero movie but you and Erica wanted to watch a horror movie. you all were bickering about what movie you were gonna watch until Sarah spoke up “HEYY” she raised her voice to get everyone attention “why don’t we vote?!” You all looked at each other and nodded in agreement “okay who wants to watch the comedy movie?” Erica asked in an already annoyed voice Sarah and Ethan slightly raised their hands “and what about the superhero movies” Erica spoke again as Benny raised his hand only to be the only one who wanted to watch the movie he slowly put his hand down and stayed quiet “and last but not least.. HORROR!!” Erica emphasized on the word ‘horror’ You and Erica raised your hand as high as the two of you could and then you looked at Rory and mouthed the words ‘please’ with a smile he was hesitant because horror wasn’t his favorite but how could he say no to you?, he raised his hand as well.

After Rory pushed play he took a seat next to you on the floor Ethan Benny and Sarah were on the couch while Rory you and Erica were on the floor with pillows and blankets the whole house was dark because Erica thought it would make it scarier and you agreed the two of you were watching intently while Rory was later back leaning on the couch hands behind his head trying to act tough while Ethan and Benny were hiding under their blankets, Some time had went by and there was a semi gory scene you and Erica were so exited to see the slasher of the movie prey on its victims while on the other hand your friends were scared shitless even though they knew it wasn’t real, one of the side characters got caught and killed and you heard Benny Ethan and Sarah yelp and then you felt Rory grab onto your arm and you glanced over to see him looking intently at the screen you leaned towards him and semi hugged him to try and comfort him and he held you the same way and every time a jumpscare or slightly gory scene came on he would hold onto you tighter after the movie ended you looked to where Erica was and she had fallen asleep you looked back to see Ethan asleep sitting up with his neck leaning on the arm rest of the sofa while Benny payed on his shoulder and Sarah fell asleep sideways on the couch with her lags tossed on the boys you then glanced at Rory who had also fallen asleep you glanced at his Rosie pink lips and messy hair and thought he looked cute so you took a couple pics of you and him after you gave him a peck on the cheek and cuddled into his side and drifted into a deep sleep.

｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡ I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT!! Again I wrote this while half asleep;; and it’s longer than I expected im also probs gonna remake this just a little bit different but um yeah I hope whoever read this kind of likes it!! :D

#mbav #rory keaner #rory keaner x reader

[shepherds-of-haven]

I feel like this may have been asked before, but if not could you please tell us how things would go if the shepherds all had to take a plane together?

Blade: he's stressing. he wants to go to the airport 4 hours early and have total control over the situation, and he can't. he is experiencing sensory and security overload. too much is going on at once. he's jittery from five black coffees and every time a baby screams on the plane a vein in his eyelid twitches. he spends the entire flight dead silent, just a ball of tension and stress

Trouble: he's pretty chill and relaxed, he's the type of guy who shows up at the airport an hour before the flight and somehow just breezes through to the gate without an issue. like "don't worry, we have plenty of time," launching Blade into a kind of apoplexy. he even dawdled in the convenience store browsing snacks, got on the plane at the last possible second, and he brought one of those little lap dvd players from the early 2000s and a stack of dvds in a little carrying case; want to share one of his earbuds and watch while munching on pretzels together? he's always like 'what in god's name were you freaking out about??' when they all get there safely and is just like totally oblivious to the stress of the situation lol

Tallys: she basically just wants to be left alone; she's the passenger who shows up in leggings and a really big hoodie, puts up her hoodie, puts in her airpods, curls up in her seat, and basically just ignores everyone's existence until the end of the flight, at which point she is perfectly unruffled and pleasant (because she didn't have to deal with anyone being annoying for the whole trip LOL)

Shery: she shows up at the airport all shiny-faced and chipper in comfortable travel clothes, sees everyone gathered in the ticketing area arguing loudly about whether Lavinet should throw away her expensive shampoos or attempt to squirrel them into Briony's already over-stuffed suitcase while Chase suggests portioning them out into several travel-sized bottles and Halek is like "...I think I forgot my charger...", makes a ._. face, and does her best to help organize the chaos, lol. She is extremely well-organized, has the best-packed, neatest little suitcase, and comes prepared with motion sickness medication (in case someone else needs it), a neck pillow, cleaning solution for her glasses, and basically anything anyone could ask for, and is happy to share! She's not particularly bothered by flights but finds going through security with everyone yelling very stressful, even though she follows all of their rules perfectly and has her shoes off like 3 minutes before she actually reaches the belt!

Riel: it's every man for themselves. he left their asses and got to the airport in his private car by himself. if he can't fly on a private plane and has to fly with them, he definitely booked the most expensive ticket in first-class, has pre-TSA/global entry so he doesn't have to do the whole song-and-dance through security, and is already seated and ignoring them while he reads through a magazine by the time they start boarding the plane with the rest of the plebs. He spends the entire flight doing work and barely even glances up when the flight attendants refill his fancy drinks!

Chase: he finagled his way into first-class because of some connection (i.e. he probably slept with) someone at the airline, and lo and behold, he gets to sit directly across from Riel! He spends the first half of the flight devising ways to deeply annoy Riel, but then gets bored with how quiet and pristine first-class is, starts wandering around because he's restless, and eventually trades seats with someone so he can sit by the others and talk to them 😂 He's not disruptive, he just likes playing games like they're all students on the bus for a long field-trip!

Red: he's a little bit dorky about air travel and probably has, like, a fanny pack strapped diagonally across his chest or a messenger bag or something like that. He has all of the relevant paperwork (tickets, itineraries, backup confirmation emails) in a manila folder/sheet protector and, while generally not very anxious or stressed, is very well-prepared and low-key stressed by Trouble's slapdash way of going 'oops haha I almost forgot to leave my pocket knife at home 🤪' Once all of the hullabaloo is over, though, he's happy to just chill with a cup of coffee while listening to music and reading a book!

Ayla: a frequent traveler, I can see her going on a plane as a completely rote, routine thing with absolutely 0 stress involved; she has the same duffel bag with the same sets of clothes and toiletries packed and ready to go in under ten minutes and knows to the minute exactly how much time each step takes, meaning she has very little urgency and is comfortable with showing up only 48 minutes early, etc.! She's surprisingly calm throughout the flight and will probably play cards or something with Briony, Trouble, and Chase!

Briony: she's a little frazzled and breathless and all over the place and scattered, but very excited and is kind of the group cheerleader, like *clap clap* okay everybody, remember to get some food before we get on the plane, it's going to be 4 hours and I looked it up, they're not serving an in-flight meal!! She's kind of like the type of tourist where she's like THEY HAVE A CINNABON???? I HAVE TO TRY IT when they land at the other airport, and it's like "Briony, you live like five minutes from a Cinnabon at home..." "I know, but this is a Cinnabon in Italy" and is just having a grand old time! She intended to watch an in-flight movie during the plane ride, but once Chase switched seats and started pulling on her ponytail because he was bored, she caves and spends the whole time talking to her friends and playing games!

Lavinet: she shows up to the airport IMMACULATE, wearing a power suit and high heels. You won't catch her looking like a schlub at the airport!!! She's an international jetsetter so none of the airport stress really fazes her 💅🏼 Just put a Starbucks in her hand, watch her charm her way through security, and she's gazing out of the airplane window while you take a picture for her Instagram before you even realize it!

Halek: he's a mess. He's the type of guy who oversleeps the day of the flight, shows up as the last person in the group, disheveled and unshaven, and if you peek into his suitcase, it's just an unholy mess of random things he stuffed in there, and it's only when you get to your destination that you find out that he forgot to pack like 11 vital things and either has to buy or borrow new ones throughout the trip glfdgdfg. Absolutely no one should count on him to remember to bring his camera or anything like that, and no one does! As soon as he gets on the plane, he completely passes out into a dead sleep and doesn't wake again until they land!

#Shepherds of Haven #all characters #plane #modern AU #AU #flight #travel #airplane

[saleintothe90s]

466. Back to school with old periodicals

Oh hey, yeah I've been gone for nearly the whole month of August.

I cut my left index finger wiiiide open at my job (I was repackaging Road to Avalonea dvds, the Xacto knife slipped) so I wasn't in the mood to type when I came home from work, you know?

The locker backpacks! I had the original, the Wiz, the $20 one in second grade. The backpack didn't last long, it started falling apart at the seams. It was various neon colors.

This was in a Teen magazine in 1992, I believe. a TEEN magazine. She looks like someone's mom who just dropped her kids off at the bus stop.

I'm so sad that these are microfiche copies so we can't see them in full color. I found some Mead Super Shades examples from eBay:

(eBay user themotherroad)

(eBay user rmcm59) -- turquoise! filler paper! I'm sure that wasn't allowed in most schools.

Those Grip Stix pencils! I had those in the first grade and thought that they would help me improve my handwriting. They did not.

Because I too, brought my sassaby cosmetics case to school on the first day.

Back when times were tough like in 2012 when I couldn't find work, I abused the Sun In.

Zillions was a magazine that my house received briefly when I was 11 years old. It was a kid's version of Consumer Reports. When I saw this cover feature about a gorilla testing binders, I really thought someone dressed in a gorilla suit threw around some binders in the Zillions office. I wish. (I think in the era of TikTok they would have today) No, they put the binders through something similar to a rock tumbler:

By the time I was in high school in the late 90s, we didn't have homeroom. Homeroom was just, the first class of the day.

I didn't go to a "real" college until my junior year, and I didn't gain weight from the dining hall, I gained weight because I constantly went to this nice grocery store we had about a mile away, Martin's. I came from a tiny town where you had to drive nearly an hour to get to a big grocery store, so Martin's was a big deal for me. I didn't know that colleges served sushi in 1988. Apparently sushi just became a weekday thing at my college in the last couple of years.

I just saw on TikTok last night someone running across these original Lisa Frank folders from the late 80s/early 90s at a thrift store. Lemmie try to find it. Here it is.

Oh these wireless neatbooks were the worst to keep as a notebook to take notes in, but great to just carry around loose leaf paper for assignments without the bulk of a binder.

You know, I know, we all know this backpack would only last about a month.

yes, Spuds McKenzie the dog from the Bud Light Beer commercials was a hot item for back to school.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0GJer4Qbx8

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#the 1980s #the 1990s #1980s #1990s #old magazines #school supplies #notebooks #1980s fashion #toys r us

[the-type-a]

I really did my grade 8 speech on TD. Not only that but I drew a huge canvas of all the characters (including Mr. Coconut) in the order they were eliminated, brought in all my self made merch, and the season 1 DVD. Then proceeded to make my whole class watch 3 episodes, with my teachers approval of course.

#total drama

[the-aggregations]

5 Date of Submission: 3/20/2023

Transcription Incident Witness Testimony Connected File Code(s): Incident Report

The following is a transcript of an interview between what appears to be a form of law enforcement, and a subject who seems to have witnessed one of our collections.

The subject in question has been detained and brought to The Aggregations for containment. Employees have been designated to provide sustenance to the subject while re-education is performed.

I have made the decision to retain the subject as one of our employees until such a time where they will be onboarded or become a functional data processing unit.

For ease of reading, the "Officer" will be labeled as "O" And the Subject will be labeled as "S".

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-A door shuts as O returns to the room after an unknown period of time-

O: Alright, we've got someone coming to talk with you. But until then can you run through the story, one more time for the record. I know we've asked a lot but you have to understand it seems… Impossible, what you're saying that is.

S: Listen man, I don't know what else to fucking tell you. I was minding my own buisness, headed to class when something caught my eye from one of the windows. I looked out and there it was! That… That god awful THING.

O: And… Describe it? What was it doing? Is it with us right now?

S: Fuck sake man! I'm NOT crazy! I looked into the window of the library and saw this… Man. Or, shit I don't know, maybe it USED to be a man. It was… God it was so fucked up. The thing had every feature you'd expect to see on a human, right? Eyes, ears, nose, mouth. One head, two arms two legs. The whole shebang. But… it was like it was… fused to something. Connected to it. It was pushing around this big fleshy Cart thing, and there was some kind of tube coming out the back of the fucker's head. It… The cart was connected to this guy by that tube.

O: Alright. Now, what did you say it was doing?

S: SHUT UP man, I'm getting there. Just… Give me a breather. It's making me nauseous to think about.

O: Do you need water?

S: No… No I think I'd just puke it back up. Alright… So, the thing was just… Pushing this cart or whatever, and putting books into it. Not just books but dvds, cassettes. It didn't look like it was following any kind of order, and it would double back over and over again. But no matter how much it put in that cart it just… never filled up… And… And then the security guard walked in.

O: What happened to the guard, Daniel?

S: That… That thing knew he saw it… and it rushed him. I watched as it picked the guard up like he was weightless and… and chucked him into the cart too. He got swallowed up by that thing… and then… and then the creature became… fuzzy? Like I was looking through frosted glass, and it was gone. And then… I broke in, and tried to convince myself what I saw wasn't real, but it was! The books, cds EVERYTHING that thing took were missing! I didn't steal it i SWEAR I'm telling you the truth.

O: Dandiel calm down. We're not saying you did… How about you sit tight a moment while I go see if the Psychiatrist arrived yeah?

S: DAMN IT I'M NOT FUCKING CRAZY! DON'T YOU LEAVE ME HERE! I SWEAR ITS ALL REAL

-The sound of a door opening and shutting can be heard before the tape ends-

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Shortly after, we confiscated the Subject and brought him back for Re-Education.

The Employee who was witnessed has been properly disciplined and is no longer a candidate for onboarding, repurposed into a Janitor.

#Incident Report #The Aggregations

[nuravity]

During class, Deadpool just burst in holding a portable DVD player.

Deadpool: "Attention, class! There is a villain who's broken into your school! Since I don't know their location, I brought the DVD of today's episode to figure out where they are."

Aizawa: "I thought I said no fourth wall breaks in the halls."

Deadpool: "But we're in a classroom, not the halls."

Aizawa: "...*sigh* Whatever. Just hurry and get this over with. I have a class to teach."

Deadpool: "Will do!"

Deadpool plays the DVD. Many students were puzzled when they saw events that already took place today being viewed on the small T.V.

Deadpool: "Better fast forward. I'm pretty sure the villain shows up later in the episode."

Upon fast forwarding, everyone was stunned to see themselves at this very moment watching themselves watching the DVD. It was like some kind of twisted mirror.

Bakugou: "WHAT THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT?!?! WHEN DOES THIS HAPPEN IN THE EPISODE?!?!"

Oddly enough, it was the Deadpool within the DVD to answer rather than the real Deadpool.

DVD Deadpool: "Hey, cool it, Bombs-for-Brains! This is obviously right now... *gasp* A fourth wall break within a fourth wall break! That's like... Sixteen walls! By the way, why didn't you choose 'Villain's Location' on scene selection rather than fast forwarding the episode?"

Real Deadpool: "Oh my gosh, I feel so stupid. Why didn't I think about that before? Okay, let go back to the main menu and get to the bottom of this!"

Deadpool finally used Scene Selection, revealing that the villain was disguised as a janitor, his cleaning equipment actually being weapons to assassinate the teachers.

Deadpool: "Seriously? Disguised as a janitor? One of the oldest tricks in the book? *looks at the readers* That's just lazy writing. But Whatever! We now know the janitor is the villain! Let's get him before he kills someone!"

Ochako jumped off her seat almost when a very familiar looking hero burst into class before revealing not only that some villain had infiltrated UA but that apparently Ochako and everyone else was part of some sort of show she didn't know about. Wait...so were all events in her life staged?

 Of course, Aizawa spoke up but since this wasn't a serious scenario, he let Deadpool continue to break the natural order of things. He played the DVD and indeed, it showed all the events from this morning - from their shared breakfast to their English quiz with Present Mic.

 Ochako had an uneasy feeling but forced it away as Deadpool fast-forwarded the DVD and it'd be an understatement to say Ochako was creeped out to watch the whole class sitting just as they were right now. She glanced behind her for a second before Bakugo voiced his concern.

The heroine blinked in utter confusion as the Deadpool in the DVD answered and she looked from the DVD Deadpool to the real one all the while he was talking. Having found out what to do, the real one used Scene selection to spot the janitor revealing weapons and the class immediately stood up to rush at the disgusted villain.

 Ochako glanced back again as Deadpool seemed to speak to an audience before getting up and staring at the screen. "Do you have more of such DVDs?" They could come in handy.

#anon #answered ask #crack

[questioningyourfate]

Let the Remote Control

Fate here to have another celebration of mothers in advance of Father’s Day, because I am regularly called a mother (usually with another, less appropriate noun compounded). 

Fate,

My mother wasn’t around much when I was a kid. I get it. She was a single parent, working up to three jobs at a time, and my dad wasn’t in the picture at all. It sucks that I spent more time with cousins, neighbors, and after-school care staff than I did with her, but we needed to survive.

I also got why we still didn’t spend much time together when I was legally an adult, even though I lived at home for a few years to save money. She didn’t have to work as much, since I was able to pay for my own groceries, phone bill, and all, but she did have a lot of lost relaxation time to make up for with all the stuff that got sidelined while I was growing up.

Now, though, her investment finally paid off. I’m making great money at my only job, I have plenty of vacation time saved up, and my boss tells me that we’ve got a seasonal slow period coming up, so I should use it. 

My mother always dreamed of spending time in France, a little in Paris, to see the museums and visit the Eiffel Tower, and more in the countryside, to relax surrounded by beautiful scenery, fine wine, and exquisite dining. 

I booked us two first-class tickets to Paris, a presidential suite at a five-star hotel with a view of the Eiffel Tower that’s right smack in the middle of a ton of Michelin-rated restaurants, a luxury car to get us to the countryside (I’ll drive, of course), and a luxury villa in the heart of wine country. It was her birthday last night, and when I brought dinner to her (I wanted to take her out, but she said she didn’t have the time for that), I told her that I could finally make her dreams come true.

She told me to either cancel it or “make a romantic trip out of it with someone my age.” When I asked her why she’d turn down the perfect trip, the perfect opportunity for us to finally spend time together, she said that her favorite TV show, the one she’s watched so many times throughout my life that I know exactly which episode is playing in the first thirty seconds even though I’ve never been a fan, has been taken off the only streaming service she has, so now the only time she can watch is when it plays on the local broadcast station. She says the trip dates overlap with the best season in the whole series, and she doesn’t want to miss it.

I offered to buy her a subscription to the streaming service that does carry the show, because of course there is one. I’ve offered to buy her a DVD player and the whole series on DVD. She just keeps repeating that she can’t go, she’s gotta stay here and watch her show. 

Why did you have to pull her show off the one place she could watch it on demand? I don’t like wine or care for art museums (you can see the Mona Lisa online without having to fight the crowds), and now my reason for trying to learn to appreciate them is turning down my efforts so she can make sure she watches Season 4 for the hundredth or whatever time.

If you don’t want the wine, maybe the cheese would be more to your taste?

All these streaming services and DVDs and videocassettes before them sure did make you mortals awfully entitled, thinking you were the masters of time, when even I have only so much control over its progression. Then once you start thinking you can control time, you start thinking you can control how others choose to spend their time…

I’m not saying that I deliberately had your mother’s favorite show pulled off her streaming service just to reassert control over an ungrateful species, of course, or at any rate, my lawyer says not to say that. I am suggesting as kindly as possible that you might want to carefully consider your own priorities, just as your mother has done with her own.

#tv #must see tv #parent-child relationship #streaming services #relationships beyond repair #fate #questioning fate #questioning your fate #we'll never have paris

[alwaysmarveling]

To Be Seen

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Warnings: Hints at neglect

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: All superpowers seem to have a downside to them. Invisibility is no exception.

You got your first pair of glasses when you turned seven. The black frames were a birthday present of sorts. You had your eye set on a transparent blue pair, or honestly any of the many colorful options that lined the shelves, but your mother had grabbed the black ones without a word to you and placed them on the counter. Then the two of you went home, back to the always busy house, buzzing with the sounds of your siblings’ chatter and the television that entertained your constantly preoccupied father. There was no cake, no other presents, not even a “congratulations” or a “happy birthday,” but that was okay. That was okay because you had already gotten the gift of sight.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself that night, your younger sister already sound asleep beside you while you looked up at the glow-in-the-dark shapes taped to the ceiling. The glasses turned the green fuzzy blobs into actual stars, their points clear and easily counted as you drifted off to sleep with the lenses still on. “You can see now.”

---

You found out you could make yourself invisible on the day you hit ten years old. When you woke up, the first thing you did was look at yourself in the mirror, trying to see if you looked any different from the day before, when you were nine. Double digits should mean double the change, right? But there was no change from when you weren’t in the mirror to when you were. 

At first, you thought it must’ve been a prank from your older brother, but one look in the bathroom mirror told you that this was something else. It took you about half an hour before you somehow managed to become visible again, but when you did, you walked into the kitchen to find everything the same as it was the night before. No one hung streamers around the house or left a card on the counter, but that was okay. That was okay because you had a gift.

---

On your twenty-seventh birthday, you were recruited to be an Avenger. Three years ago on that exact day, you had quit your office job and joined SHIELD, only as a trainee, but you made your way through the ranks. You had the advantage of a mastered superpower—turning invisible came useful on the countless days you wished the world would just swallow you whole—but you still had to learn to use it like an agent. You were never remarkable, never being praised as the top of your class nor critiqued as one of the worst. You were always in the middle. Always just… there.

But Fury had seen something in you, and now here you were, packing your things to move into the Avengers Tower. You honestly weren’t sure what he saw in you; no one did. There were other SHIELD agents with far more useful powers and much better combat skills, yet he had picked you and no one else, making you the third SHIELD agent to join the Avengers since Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff.

You looked around the empty apartment, scanning for something you and your imperfect vision might have missed, but saw nothing. Was that what others saw when they looked at you, thinking they had packed the whole room while you were standing right in front of them, arms waving in their face and voice begging for them to acknowledge you? No matter. Fury had told you Natasha would be picking you up at 2, meaning you had just over thirty minutes before she got here. Life moved on, and so would you.

Just like in years prior, there were no claps on the back, shiny bows, or patterned gift wrapping, but that was okay. That was okay because you had gotten the gift to protect and serve others.

---

You laid into the punching bag, twenty-eight non-stop uppercuts for your new age as of today. You brushed one hand across your forehead to interrupt the sweat droplets that ran from your hair, Bruce doing his best to praise you in the meantime.

“Good work, Y/N, yeah. Um, stronger than the ones you’ve been doing in the past. Better form too. I think.” You were sure you weren’t meant to hear his last sentence, but a roll of Natasha’s eyes next to you was enough to make you laugh it off. It wasn’t like you could blame him. Training others wasn’t his forte. You weren’t even sure if he trained himself.

Fury’s interest in you had been short-lived, it seemed. To be fair, you were lucky he recruited you in the first place and even luckier that he let you stay on the team. Still, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed in how you turned out to just be a new puppy to him. With your novelty now wearing off, you became the responsibility of people like Bruce, who never quite wanted you in the first place.

You had nothing against the gentle and kindhearted scientist, but Steve, Nat, or even Clint would’ve been much more obvious choices. Yet somehow the scientist was who Fury appointed. Maybe he was just the only one who accepted the task, the only one not bold enough to deny Fury’s orders outright. Strangely enough, Nat always showed up, but you weren’t entirely sure why, seeing as she usually sat there silently for most of it. She’d occasionally lean in to whisper something to Bruce, but she rarely said anything to you.

Much to Bruce’s—and maybe Natasha’s—relief, Tony strutted into the gym, his charisma already filling in the awkward gaps between you guys that never seemed to disappear, no matter how much time passed.

“Bruce, Nat, just the people I was looking for! It was great to see you guys at the party last night.” You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose before going back to the punching bag; obviously, he was not here to speak with you. As you beat into the bag, getting lost in the rattling of the chain and the rhythm of the combinations, you thought back to last night, when you heard the Avengers’ laughter as they prepared for the gala.

-

You sat in the living room watching a movie with the tiniest but fiercest hope that someone might see you and ask you to come along. This was a party for the Avengers, after all, to celebrate the success of a mission that you had been part of. It had been up to you to cut the power and incapacitate the leader. Somehow the credit had gone to Clint, all the news stations celebrating the archer and his amazing feat. It was fine, whatever, just another chip to brush off of your shoulder—a teeny, tiny chip, really, honestly probably more of a scratch—but you thought you would’ve at least been invited to the party. Yet there you were, your posture slowly drooping as you sank into the leather sofa while your teammates gathered in the elevator to head up to the party. You had taken your phone out and opened the camera app, checking to make sure you hadn’t somehow triggered your invisibility, but, nope, you were very much there. The tears that fell were very much there.

-

“Alright, Tony, I’ll be there for Movie Night tonight, but you gotta go. I need to get back to my training duties.” It was then that Tony finally seemed to realize your presence, turning around with a surprised look on his face.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. You, um, you should come tonight too.” All of his charm was gone, the relaxed smile only hanging on by the tiniest lift of the corner of his mouth. So you did your best to reassure him with a small nod. The smile came back immediately. All was well; Tony Stark does indeed have a heart.

-

Later that night, as you sat alone on the three-person couch, you drew the blankets closer to you. The same movie you had watched last night was playing on the TV. The original plan had been to watch Jaws, but Sam was delighted to find the DVD box to Space Jam on the coffee table, insisting that he’d been wanting to watch it again and how it was such a coincidence it was already out. He wasn’t saying that last night when you asked if anyone wanted to watch it with you, but at least you weren’t watching it alone this time. You looked around at the small groups the Avengers had formed on the other couches, some of them even sitting on the floor—there wasn’t enough space, you guessed—before letting out a sigh. There were no party hats or festive noisemakers, but that was okay. That was okay because… A tap on your knee brought you back to the present moment. You looked down to find the outstretched arm of a familiar redhead, a bowl of popcorn in her hand.

There was no time for wallowing in self-pity. That was okay. You were okay.

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The harsh sunlight woke you up in time for your thirtieth birthday. Or maybe it was the stiff and lumpy mattress that did it. Either way, you were hoping you’d be able to sleep through it. The rational side of you knew that wasn’t possible—what with being on the run from the US government and all—but one can always hope, right?

You’d stuck with Natasha during the Avengers’ split, pushing for the team to stay together even though you’d never really been part of the team. It wasn’t about you though; you’d seen the amazing things the Avengers could do when they were together. The world needed them.

Well, that line of thinking got you here, in a small cabin in the woods with all the Avengers who had followed Steve, Natasha joining the group later. Happy birthday to you. Although to be fair, it wasn’t like any of your past birthdays had been much better. Once your childish naivety had faded away (which probably took much longer than it should have), the day became something you dreaded, something you hoped each year you would forget about but never quite could. This time, though, you had a small plan. It was going to be different this year.

-

Your knees cracked as you stood, announcing to no one in particular that you were heading off to bed. Rather than heading straight down the hall to your room, though, you cut through the kitchen and grabbed a few things.

Your shoulders dropped slightly as you closed the door, and you allowed yourself to study the contents of your hands: a lighter, candle, and one of the leftover store-bought cupcakes from Steve’s birthday. The cupcakes weren’t great, but no one had the time, energy, or ingredients to make a cake, and, let’s be honest, most of the people here couldn’t bake anyways. Plus, this one had frosting in your favorite color, so you couldn’t complain, especially since it was more than you’d had for your birthday since you could remember.

The wooden bed frame creaked as you shifted to place the candle in the frosting and light it. For the first time that day, you were grateful the windows had no curtains, as they allowed you to see the stars that dotted the sky.

“Happy birthday,” you murmured to yourself, your eyes never leaving the constellations, instead darting around to watch in awe as more and more of the twinkling lights showed up the longer you cared to look.

Just as you tore your eyes away to blow out the candle, a knock rang out against the door. Were you guys spotted? Did you have to leave? You immediately ran to open the door, running through a list of things you’d have to pack the second you heard the order. You weren’t exactly surprised to see Nat standing outside your door, but you were surprised to see her holding a small rectangular box and a bottle of champagne.

“Hey, um, sorry to interrupt.” Your cheeks immediately heated up when you noticed her eyes dart to the cupcake still in your hand. You must’ve forgotten to put it down in your rush to open the door. At least the candle’s flame had gone out. “I get it if you don’t want to celebrate with anyone, but I figured you still deserve a treat on your special day.”

Natasha’s brows furrowed as your head tilted slightly.

“What special day?”

“Um, well, isn’t it your birthday?” You nodded, still not quite understanding what she was asking. Not to mention, the spy’s continued use of filler words surprised you. Sure, the two of you hadn’t interacted with each other much, but a lack of familiarity didn’t usually make her this uneasy. Were you really that invisible that she felt uncomfortable around you despite having known you for three years? But you couldn’t dwell on it with Nat speaking again, her voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “And, um, I noticed the only alcohol you drink is champagne, so… this is for you.”

You stepped back slightly as she nudged the objects towards you, but the spy misunderstood you, taking your surprise as an invitation to enter the room. Before you knew it, you were asking her to sit next to you on the mattress. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice, though; keeping her standing would be rude, and there were no chairs in your room. The two of you sat at least a foot apart, both of your spines straight and neither of you quite meeting the eyes of the other.

“So, um, do you want to open the present first or have your cupcake? Or we can open the champagne if you want.”

“This is a present?” You eyed the brown box she held in her hand. You weren’t sure what it could be. Based on its size, maybe a watch or a pocket knife? But Natasha laughed, simply pushing the box towards you.

“Of course it’s a present. Open it!” So you set the cupcake down on the unstable bedside table, making sure the dessert wouldn’t fall due to the furniture having one leg shorter than the rest. You cast one last glance at Natasha, who gave you a reassuring yet pointed nod, and with that, you lifted the cover. 

It took everything in you to prevent the tears springing in your eyes from overflowing. You lifted the goggles with shaking hands. You had to touch them to make sure they were real, to make sure this wasn’t some sick and twisted dream your brain had forced on you to make you remember how disappointing your past birthdays had been.

“Do you like it?” The blonde asked you softly, her lower lip caught in between her teeth. Had you been thinking clearly, you would’ve been surprised at how apprehensive she sounded, how unsure she was. “I thought it could be something you might want to wear on missions. I noticed your other ones kept slipping down or breaking, and um…” Both of you became antsier as Natasha rambled on, you at how she was being more intimate with you than anyone ever had, and she at how she just couldn’t seem to stop talking despite the fact that, in her opinion, she was digging herself into an increasingly deeper hole. “It’s a lot more sturdy, and there are some other features that I think you’ll appreciate. I had Tony and Bruce make it for you… before, you know, this whole thing happened. And I brought it with me when I left.”

The frames reminded you much of the glasses you had first wanted as a kid, the ones your mother had looked past in favor of the plain black ones. They matched your combat suit, though, even having a small carving of your symbol on the side. You nodded as you choked down a sob, forcing yourself to meet the former assassin’s gaze to try to thank her properly.

“I love it, Natasha. Thank you so much. I- it’s… it’s amazing.” Nat dipped her head as if to nod, but you didn’t miss the way her cheeks flushed red or how a hint of her characteristic smirk appeared.

“Of course. It’s the least I could do.” Your eyes returned to the glasses in your hand. You’d try them out the second Natasha left. “So, cake now?”

“Yes, right, of course,” you nodded immediately, shaking your head at how you had managed to forget about the one thing you had planned to do for your birthday. Before you could reach for the frosted dessert, Natasha relit the candle and handed the cupcake to you as she began to sing “Happy Birthday.” When she reached the last note, you could hold it in no longer, and all the tears immediately began to flow.

“Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry. Is my singing really that bad?” The redhead wasn’t sure whether to pull you closer or move away as she ran a hand through her hair, but she felt slightly comforted when she noticed you shaking your head.

“No, no, it’s just…” Natasha hesitantly began to rub your back in an effort to calm your sobs, “No one’s ever sang that for me before.”

“Ever?” She winced slightly at how her voice cracked, betraying her emotions to you despite her attempts to remain composed.

“Well, there used to be a video of it from my third birthday, but… I was three. So I don’t really remember it.” Natasha thought back to the many birthday celebrations the team had held, none of them being for you. The door to your room was always closed on your birthday. She’d always thought you had just gone out with friends and family, people outside of the Avengers, and who was she to get in the way of you and those you loved? But it had been the opposite. You had been hiding away in your room, and she hadn’t helped matters at all by waiting for three years to do anything. If only she’d gained the courage earlier, she could’ve helped ease your pain much sooner.

But all you saw through your tears was the way her head was cocked to the side, her spy training paying off as you couldn’t even begin to predict what she might be thinking. Your confusion slowed your tears somewhat, but that didn’t last for long as your mind shifted gears. You were ever the fool for sharing something so vulnerable with someone you barely knew.

So it was much to your surprise when Natasha finally reached her hand toward you, using her thumb to brush off the last few tears that made their way down your cheeks.

“You’ve never been invisible to me, Y/N. I see you. Always.” And with that, without responding, you turned away from her with a sniff to blow out the candle. “What’d you wish for?” the spy asked lightly, hoping the joke would help lift your mood.

“Nothing. This was more than I could’ve ever asked for.” Nat nodded slowly, keeping her eyes on you as she reached to take out the candle. Your eyes remained on the cupcake as if it would be ripped away from you if you turned away for a second. With her hand returned to your back, you began to dig into the cupcake, your eyes closing as you savored the taste. A cupcake just for you, on your birthday. Sure, it was a leftover cupcake, the frosting a bit too sweet and the cake itself dry and somewhat stale, but that didn’t matter. It was still the first in thirty years. 

-

That night, you lay in bed with the stars overhead, a smile on your face as you thought about the day’s events, your best birthday ever.

And maybe it was naive of you to believe what Natasha had told you earlier that day—it wasn’t like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind several times in the few hours since she told you that—but then you thought about the champagne and the glasses she’d given you. You thought about the way she’d examined your apartment with you one last time before she brought you to the Avengers Tower, about the way she gave you an encouraging smile during training when you became exhausted with Bruce’s cluelessness, about the way she’d shared her popcorn on movie nights with you and only you.

And in the room next to you, Natasha thought about your confusion, your tears, and the way desperation, hope, and amazement filled your face when you looked at her right before you blew out the candle. It was then that she made a vow to herself, to show you that you’d never be invisible, especially not to her.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” she whispered, “You are seen.”

-----

🏷 : @vancityfire13 @007giu

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x gn!reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #avengers x reader #marvel #mcu #I wrote something #alwaysmarveling

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

Hello @gluttonousfruit you are in fact my first request. (I did not forget about you in moving my blog.) I am super excited to have anyone ask me to write something! Also I would love to be friends! Feel free to message me through asks or in private DMs! I hope you enjoy the imagine!

Warnings: Fluff with a small amount of angst because Levi doubts himself 😞

Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Levi with an Animator S/O

"Okay MC, I know we just finished 'Swimming Only Leads to Hot Mermaids,' but I was thinking since we are already watching otomes, we should watch another series that everyone is recommending online!" Levi says this as he begins to pull out one DVD and place in another while bouncing on the balls of his feet like an excited puppy.

"I guess I could watch one more series, but it better be a good one. Sure the mermaids were attractive, but there wasn't much of a plot." MC says with a yawn. A quick look over to the clock, and it reads 11:48 PM in a blinding blue light. Not too late for one of Levi's normal bingefests, but a little too late for MC when they have classes tomorrow.

"No, I promise this one is good. Everyone is talking about the art style. They say it is so original that it's captivating." Levi walks to the small futon briskly and plops himself down next to MC as he continues to ramble about the art. His voice slowly trails off as the opening begins to play.

As the music fills MC's ears, they perk up and a small smile appears on their face. "Levi, could this perhaps be, 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi'?"

Levi faces MC in shock. The look on their face is quite smug. (In all seriousness, it reminds Levi of Mammon when he wins poker, but he doesn't want to be think about his brother while looking at MC. So he pushes that thought away.) This anime came out only the day before their bingefest. And even then, Levi had this copy pre-ordered for this very occasion and it arrived before any stores were selling physical copies. There is no way a normie like MC could have heard about its release. Does this mean MC isn't such a normie after all?

"You heard of this show already?" The surprise in his voice was impossible to hide.

"Yeah, I have heard of it." MC smiles and chuckles quietly, "I have never actually seen it, but I have heard the opening quite a few times."

"Oh..." Levi sighs. He was so stupid. Of course MC had heard the opening. It is all over his Devilgram and they were on their phone for part of the last show, so they obviously just heard it on there. Levi deflates looking solemn. It was just a pipe dream that MC would ever be interested in his yucky otaku interests.

"Hey! There is no reason to be all sad just because I know the name of the show. I still haven't seen the whole thing. My first time watching will still be with you Levi, isn't that special enough?" The smile on MC's face seemed sincere enough, but the words that came out of their mouth made blood rush up to Levi's cheeks. Their first... did they really mean to say it like that?...

As thoughts begin to flood Leviathan's head the show began. It was true the art style was captivating. So captivating in fact, that he forgot about his embarrassment. But MC's words still lingered in his mind as he watched the show.

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"Well, I am dead tired." MC stands cracking their aching joints as they look at the clock. 2:37 AM. It was that late already? "I think I need to head to bed Levi. I have classes in the morning and I need at least a few hours of sleep."

"Are you sure?" Levi was just starting to enjoy MC's presence. At the beginning of the night, he was on edge trying to make everything perfect. Levi did want to mess up by being a yucky Otaku and give them a reason to leave him all alone. But as the night progressed, (and more snacks were consumed) he felt increasingly more comfortable with sharing his favorite shows with MC. "I have other shows we could watch to pass the time, or we could play this new game I got-"

MC walks over to Levi and gently sets their hands on his shoulders, "Games and anime are great, but what I need right now is sleep." MC watched as Levi's face filled with a blush and his eyes flashed with hurt. "I am not leaving because I am mad... or sad... or anything really. I just need to sleep, Leviathan." Their voice was barely above a whisper as they said his name. How could he disagree with them when they said his name like that; all the while, looking deep into his eyes. He felt like he could explode.

As MC turns away, the demon in question then sighs mutters a quiet "okay" under his breath. "Don't worry, Levi. This isn't the last time I will watch anime with you. I promise we can do another one of these when another new anime comes out." MC begins to pick up their things. A blanket they brought with them to keep warm in Levi's cold room and the rest of their human snacks. "Besides, I really liked that one, and I have heard they are already making season two." As they speak, MC makes their way across the room to the gigantic tank.

"Wait. How do you-"

"Good night Henry. Good night Levi." And with that, MC leaves. Closing the door behind them.

How did MC know about a second season? Even he, the Great Otaku Levi, has not heard about a season two on any forums or on any other website... After thinking about it, Levi suspects it's probably on Devilgram like the opening was. To prove his theory, he pulls out his D.D.D. and opens up Devilgram to the 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi' page. He scrolls through their posts and finds the opening, like he predicted, but what he didn't predict was their most recent post.

"This show would not have been possible without MC. Thank you for making such a great story and great art to go along with it!"

Levi reads the caption once, twice, thrice and is speechless. The photo for this post is none other than his MC standing with a hand drawn piece of the protagonist. He can even see their signature in the corner when he zooms in! He knew that they liked to draw, but he never thought they would make an anime.

Without thinking, Levi gets up and begins to run to MC's room. He needs to know that this isn't some sort of elaborate prank that MC and Satan brewed up to make him like a normie more.

The door to MC's room busts open, "MC!" The room is completely dark except for the light shining in through the doorway.

"Levi...? Is that you? Is something wrong?" MC's voice is soft and laced with sleep. If this were any other time, Levi would have screamed over their cuteness, but today he had a mission. He immediately marches up to the half asleep MC and promptly shoves his phone in their face.

"Did you make 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi'?" MC sits up and squints as their eyes adjust to the blinding screen and look at the post.

"Um... yeah. That's me isn't it?" Silence takes over the room, before Levi begins to scream.

"WAHHHHH! MC, why didn't you tell me!" Thankfully with the phone only being pointed at MC, they can't see the blush spreading across his face.

"Well, I didn't want you to treat me differently because I make anime." Laying back down as they speak, MC tucks a pillow under their head and looks up to where they guess Leviathan's face is. "Besides, I thought it was really cute how you were fanboying, and I didn't want you to stop because you knew you were in the presence of the creator." A small smile makes it's way on to MC's face as Levi feels his own get hotter.

Now covering his face, Levi quickly makes his way to the door while muttering, "You can't just say things like that..." As he begins to close the door, he pauses and opens it up again while looking back, "Can you tell me more about your show tomorrow, MC?" His voice sounds small compared to his previous scream.

"Of course Levi. We can talk for as long as you like."

#obey me requests #obeyme #obey me #levi #leviathan x mc #leviathan imagine #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x mc #obey me levi #fluff #obey me imagines #imagine #angst

[wesawbears]

Happy summer exchange season! This is for @autumnalpalmetto, who asked for Andrew friendship with the rest of the Foxes/Andreil for the @aftgexchange event.

I hope you enjoy!

--

At first, Andrew suspected it was just a bad day. A heaviness in his head, a fog that made him pay less attention to practice than normal. He brushed both Neil’s concern and Kevin’s anger off in equal measure, just wanting to get back to his room and sleep for the rest of the day.

Neil didn’t comment when he burrowed beneath his blankets and didn’t talk for the rest of the night. The junkie eventually left him to sleep and watched games with Kevin in his room, but Andrew could feel his eyes on him as he walked away. At the moment, he was too tired to muster up the energy to feel bad about pushing him away. Neil could handle Andrew’s moods.

His bad day theory was proven wrong when he woke up with a throbbing headache. He sits up, only to find the world was tilting a little bit. Groaning, he lays back down. “Fuck.”

Neil, insufferable morning person that he is, is already up and back from a run. Andrew can hear him rummaging around in the kitchen. The noise is for Andrew’s benefit; he knows if he wanted to Neil could do his whole morning routine in near silence, so used to being unseen. But he doesn’t want to startle Andrew. It’s as annoyingly considerate as it is unnecessary.

 He also knows without seeing that Neil’s getting two mugs of coffee, one for Andrew to wake him up before Neil goes to his 9:00 class, like he does every Thursday. “Don’t bother,” he tries to yell, but his voice comes out a thin, papery rasp.

Neil comes into the room then, before stopping short at the door. “You look like shit.”

“I’m not sick,” he says immediately.

“I’ll make you some tea,” Neil answers, turning on his heel and heading back into the kitchen.

“I don’t like tea,”

“Can’t hear you. I’m in the kitchen.”

Andrew wants to scream, but can’t muster the energy, so he just settles back against the headboard and closes his eyes.

A few minutes later, Neil is there, handing him a thermos of tea. He can barely taste it, which is ideal, but he can tell Neil put a truly obscene amount of honey in it. His throat still feels like it’s been shredded when he swallows, but he hides his grimace. 

At least, he thinks he does. Neil’s face says otherwise. Or maybe Neil is just obnoxiously good at reading him.

“Shut up,” he rasps.

“Didn’t say anything,” Neil quips back.

“Your face speaks volumes.”

Neil smiles like it’s a love confession. “I’ll tell Coach you won’t be at practice.”

“Letting me play hooky, captain?”

“It’s a liability if you pass out. Lots of paperwork.” His face softens then. “I’ll come check on you later.”

“You don’t need to.”

“I know.”

Andrew doesn’t know if it’s being sick, or the discomfiting feeling of being...looked after that makes him feel like heaving, but he shuts his eyes in an effort to make it leave. He hears the click of the door shutting as Neil leaves and breathes out.

--

Kevin gets back from his own class about an hour later, and Andrew wakes at the sound of the door opening.

. “Neil was right- you do look like shit.”

“Unlike with Neil, I will throw this thermos at your head.”

Apparently it didn’t come across with the bite Andrew had intended, because Kevin just scoffs and throws something at him.

“Cold medicine?” 

Kevin shrugs. “You’re too stubborn to take it on your own. So I’ll just stand here until that happens.”

He swallows the pills with the last drops of tea, wincing as they scrape his throat. “Did Neil put you up to this?”

“You think Neil would think of using medicine? I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s never heard of cold medicine.”

Andrew grunts in assent, turning the thought over as Kevin retreats into his bedroom. If Neil didn’t put him up to it, Andrew doesn’t know what sparked Kevin’s sudden concern for his wellbeing. It was a cold. He wasn’t dying. 

He had half convinced himself it was all a fever dream when he heard a knock. “Who’sit?”

The person didn’t bother answering, opening the door where Kevin had left it unlocked. 

Andrew purses his lips. “I didn’t know a cold would turn my room into fucking Grand Central.”

“Relax. I’ll be gone in like two minutes.”

He watches as Aaron walks past him to the kitchen. “Nicky got you ice cream, even though I told him that dairy just makes sore throats worse. He wanted to bring it himself, but I told him the last thing you would want was him buzzing around.  Here are some crackers if you get hungry.”

He was gone as soon as he’d arrived, and Andrew settles back under his blankets for a nap. When he wakes to a soft knock at the door, he glances at his phone and sees it’s close to dinner time.

“It’s me,” he hears, and recognizes Renee’s voice. “I’ll only be a minute.”

He thinks he mumbles, “Come in”. 

“I brought you some soup, when you’re feeling up to it. And Dan, Allison, and Matt offered some of their DVDs in case you get bored. Allison says that bad movies are the best cure for a cold.”

He hums at that. “I think most doctors would disagree.”

Renee chuckles lightly at that. “Yes, well. They’re trying.”

He doesn’t know whether he wants to ask why. It seems a pointless question. “They know I probably wouldn’t do the same for them.”

Renee smiles. “They know. But I don’t suspect that that’s why they’re doing this.” She pauses at the door, evidently not expecting an answer. “Feel better, Andrew.”

--

Neil makes his reappearance shortly after that, once he’s done ending his day running drills with the freshmen strikers. 

“You missed quite the parade in here,” Andrew greets him.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, making his way up to the loft.

“Yes. Kept me from taking the nap I wanted.”

“I don’t know. You looked pretty dead to the world when I came in earlier to check on you.”

“Well, I didn’t have to keep up with you running your mouth. That preserves energy.”

“You like my mouth,” Neil smirks, leaning in and stopping short of his mouth. “Yes?”

“You’ll get sick.”

“I don’t care. We have plenty of provisions.”

Andrew closes the gap with a short kiss. “I’m not sharing my soup. Or my ice cream.”

“Rude.”

Andrew doesn’t have the energy to deal with the look on Neil’s face, so he pushes his face away lightly. “That’s it for tonight.”

“Do you want me to sleep in my bed?” 

From anyone else, it would come across petulant, but Andrew knows Neil means it. He also doesn’t have the energy to parse through the jolt that goes through him at the idea of Neil not being next to him.

Instead of voicing that, he shrugs. “Don’t whine when you get sick.”

Neil doesn’t answer, simply settling in next to him.

Andrew closes his eyes. “And don’t keep me awake with your staring.”

“Go to sleep, Andrew.”

He drifts off to the feeling of Neil’s hand in his hair, and the warmth of his body next to him. He knows the comfort won’t last, and he won’t always be okay with this,  but for now, it’s enough.

#aftg #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #aftg exchange

[garbagevanfleet]

Brightest Blue (series)

PART EIGHT

Pairing: Josh x reader Warnings: snuggling, tiny amount of bodily injury  Summary:  Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place. Notes: I’ve been on a tiny bit on a hiatus, but here you go! Thanks for all of your support! I love you 

taglist: @valleyd0ll @satingrass-maidensfair @guitarfingers @thebohemianpenguin @peaceisouranthem @oblvions @hansonobsessed @myownparadise96 @lara-gvf @anditsmywholeheart @kill-fear-the-power-of-lies @bigblack-catattack​ @myownparadise96​

MASTERPOST 

Kate was missing from class on Friday, to your deep dismay. You had been hoping to tell her about how shitty Trevor had been, but instead, you received a text that she had overslept her alarm and decided to just stay home.

That left you and Josh alone at lunch, just like you had been at the beginning of the year. He was excitedly explaining that there were a few kids in his production that you would “absolutely love”, and you had to agree.

“They’re catching on so fast. Rachel gave them some not-so-easy routines to the choreography, and they’ve almost got it down. I feel like that’s tough for kids so young, you know?”

You couldn’t help but grin as he spoke with such candor.

“I was doubtful that they would be able to get it, but she insisted that they could,” he finished, grabbing his bottle of water and lifting it to his mouth.

You had your lips open to reply until you caught sight of his hand; the knuckles were bruised just lightly enough that you couldn’t tell if it was just the lighting or not. As soon as he caught you eyeing it, he went to set the bottle back down.

“What happened?” You laid your hand down on the table, palm up as a gesture for him to take it. Reluctantly, he did, and you took a moment to inspect.

“It’s nothing, I’m just clumsy,” he said, pairing his assurance with a sweet smile.

You frowned at him in disbelief. “No, you’re not; I saw you make that shot across the room with your sucker stick the other night. You’re very well coordinated.”

He stared into your eyes for a moment as he gauged your reaction, and then hummed amusedly. “It’s really not that bad, it just looks gross. Just a musical mishap.” You shot him a look, to which he quickly replied, “Don’t worry about me, ‘kay?”

Not sure what else to say, you pushed forward the ziplock baggie of apple slices you had been munching on. He reached in and plucked one out for himself.

“Do you want to have a movie night with me tonight? You could invite Kate if you want.”

The offer made you genuinely smile, though you hadn’t quelled the long list of questions you still had.

“That sounds lovely. I think we have string cheese, so we could make homemade mozzarella sticks or something.”

He was looking at you in an oddly serious fashion, and you weren’t sure what he was going to say until he opened his mouth. “Hell yeah.”

+++

You hadn’t considered that you’d have to see Trevor again so soon, or rather - you did, but you had been pushing it to the farthest corner of your brain, not at all ready to think about it. So that’s why when you were sitting in class and he walked in, your stomach lurched.

You tried to keep looking straight ahead, but it only lasted so long before you couldn’t help yourself. He was sitting as far away from you as he could get, but it still wasn’t terribly far.

He had his eyes firmly on his desk, head tipped down. His posture was crumpled in on itself, and you could only imagine how embarrassed he was - or at least you hoped he was. At the very least, you knew he should be.

Until the end of class, you kept yourself busy - even tried to actually pay attention, but when you were dismissed, you let out a relieved breath.

You stood and collected your things, then promptly headed for the door.

On the way out, he looked up and met your gaze, and the sight of his face made the air catch in your lungs.

The skin around his left eye was stained a purplish-grey, his brows tipped down into a scowl.

You hadn’t hit him that hard, had you? A whole cocktail of emotions flooded your brain, and you bit your bottom lip, ripping your eyes away from him as you exited the room.

Your pace was a bit faster than usual, which is why you beat Josh to the B doors by a couple of minutes.

Could slapping someone give them a black eye? You thought yes, but there would have to be some real force behind it. You were pretty sure that you’d have to wind up to get him that good.

“What’s wrong?”

You hadn’t even heard Josh approaching you, so it made you startle just enough for him to notice. He put his hand on your back in a comforting gesture.

“Ah, sorry. I was just thinking,” you replied, giving him a weak smile.

“About what?” he chanced softly.

“Nothing - not a big deal.” You started off walking, him right by your side, matching your pace.

  “How are things going with the play? You haven’t even told me what it’s about yet.”

His face lit up. “You haven’t asked. We’re doing Alice In Wonderland. Some of the songs are original.”

“What, like you wrote them?” you asked, looking over at him with a shocked expression.

He nodded, laughing under his breath. “Rachel is working on the wardrobe; costume design and all of that. I have the sculpture class working on the props and set, but they can only come like once a week.”

“Do you need any help?”

He looked over at you, surprised. “Do you want to? Can you paint?”

You shrugged. “Kinda. I mean, I can make it work. I’m not perfect, but it’s manpower, at least,” you admitted.

“No, no - any help would be amazing but don’t overexert yourself. You need to still work on your stuff.”

“I won’t,” you promised. “I’m happy to help.”

+++

You had texted Kate at lunch asking if she wanted to come for a movie night, as Josh had suggested, and she had eagerly agreed. You were still surprised, however, when she showed up with a handbag full to the brim.

You watched her pull out a bag of kettle corn, a few little glass bottles of nail polish, some packets of face masks, a stack of DVDs, and a bottle of white wine - all while chatting you up about her morning.

“This looks like just a girl thing, so I’ll leave you guys to it,” Josh said, not a shred of animosity in his tone, but you frowned up at him from the couch as he stood.

You went to open your mouth to protest, but Kate beat you to it. “Oh, no, you should stay. I brought three masks.” She fanned them out like a deck of cards in her hand.

He raised his eyebrows at her, looking rather impressed. “Oh.”

“You do want nice skin, right?” she prompted.

“He has very nice skin,” you replied in his defense, making her shoot you a look.

“Everyone has room for improvement,” she quipped back, as Josh just shrugged at you.

“I’m down,” he agreed, taking his seat again on the couch. “Are we watching a chick flick?”

“Well, I brought some choices. Otherwise, I’m open to suggestions if you guys have any good ones.”

“Maybe we should let Josh pick,” you suggested. “Since he’s going to be the one really watching it while we do nails.”

She smiled at you and then him. “You heard her - gentleman’s choice.”

“So, if I pick Human Centipede,” he started through a shit-eating grin.

You lovingly rolled your eyes at him. “If you own Human Centipede, I’m going to be moving out.”

He tipped his head back and laughed unabashedly.

In the end, he picked a rom-com, which you knew he would, and took a seat next to you on the couch. About a quarter of the way through, you realized that Kate didn’t have a lot of intention of actually watching a movie, per se. It seemed that she was more interested in using it for background noise.

The night was therapeutic. Everything felt easy. You found yourself laughing genuinely, leaned in to watch as Kate dabbed a wet washcloth over Josh’s nose, causing him to scrunch it up in distaste. She immediately scolded him, explaining that it had to be wet for the mask to work right, and he needed to sit still.

Once it was on, you couldn’t help but snap a picture of him as he play-pouted at you, his bottom lip jutted out.

It wasn’t until your nails were finished that you started to feel a chill. “Does it feel cold in here to you?” you asked.

Both of them looked at you questioningly.

“Maybe just a little bit,” Kate agreed.

Wordlessly, Josh stood and grabbed a thick blanket from the basket by his side of the couch and then spread it out of your laps. You had thanked him, and that had fixed the problem for then, but by the time Kate was packing her stuff up and ready to leave, you had a chill you just couldn’t shake.

As soon as she was gone, you turned to him and frowned. “You really aren’t cold? Like at all?”

“It’s a little cold, yeah,” he agreed, but you sensed it was mostly to make you feel better. “Do you want a sweatshirt?”

You nodded, giving him a grateful look.

“I hope I’m not getting sick,” you mumbled.

He frowned at you, rubbing at your shoulder. “Hang on, I’ll check the thermostat.”

His feet made a patting sound as he crossed the hardwood; a sound that had become a comfort to you.

“Hmm, it is colder than usual in here. I’ll turn the heat up,” he replied, and then a moment later, he finished. “The heat isn’t kicking on for some reason.”

You shot him a concerned look, suddenly terrified you were going to freeze.

“Hang on, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, where are you going?” you asked as you watched him make his way to the front door.

“Just into the hall, sit tight.” With that, he disappeared.

You pulled his sweatshirt on and sat back onto the couch, your knees tucked up to your chest and the blanket up to your neck.

When he got back in, he gave you a sympathetic look. “Apartment 4 said that theirs is working just fine, so I think I’m going to call the landlord.”

“It’s 9:30 at night,” you reminded him, brows tipped up in concern.

“Yeah, but heat is kind of an emergency here in the winter.” The phone was already up to his ear as he spoke. You could hear the line ring and then someone pick up on the other end. He explained the situation to her with ease at first, but he seemed to quickly lose his patience with her.

“That’s absolutely ridiculous,” he snapped, filling a tea kettle with water. “It’s going to get freezing in here tonight.”

Then a pause, and you could hear her responding pointedly.

He let out a huff. “We don’t have the money for that. What are we supposed to do?”

You could hear him relent, just by the tone of his voice. He thanked her and then promptly hung up. You waited for him to come over, two cups of tea in hand, before you threw any questions at him.

“Well?” you asked, knowing full well that nothing had been accomplished.

He exhaled a long breath. “She said she’ll get someone on it later tomorrow, and if we wanted it fixed tonight, we’d have to pay for it upfront and she’d pay us back minus the emergency fee.”

You frowned but still reached your hand out of the blanket to set comfortingly on his knee. “It’s okay. Thank you for trying.”

“We’ll pile the blankets on you tonight,” he promised.

But even with - what you were sure was - twenty pounds of blankets, you were cold in your bed. You laid, staring at the ceiling for nearly an hour, trying to will yourself warm. You even tried moving around a bunch under the blankets, hoping to produce enough heat from friction, but it was no use.

You had known what you were going to have to do just moments after settling under the covers, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it until you started to shiver involuntarily.

You let out an annoyed huff and pushed the covers off. It wasn’t until you were out in the open air that you realized how much warmer it actually was under the covers.

You crossed the hall, poking your head into Josh’s doorway.

“Josh,” you whispered into the dim room, and he stirred instantly.

“Yeah,” he responded, a rasp in his throat.

It took you a second to work up the courage to ask, “Can I sleep in here tonight? I cannot get warm for the life of me.”

“Yeah, of course.” His reply came after a moment of him shifting over for you.

You rushed back to your bedroom, snatching the blankets off of the bed. They were too thick to really bunch them up in your arms to carry, so you ended up half-dragging them over. When you returned, he held the comforter open for you.

“I hope I’m not intruding.” You climbed in, quickly pulling all of the blankets over you as he helped you situate them comfortably.

He shushed you assuringly.

“Why is your bed so warm?” you complained, shuffling down until the blankets were up to your chin.

The smile on his lips could be heard through the hum he let out. “I’m used to the cold. I’m sorry to tell you that this isn’t even close to the coldest it’ll get here. You probably haven’t had to make your own body heat much back home.”

“This is literally like body heat donation for the needy,” you teased, turning in bed until you were facing him. “Can I lay where you were laying?”  

“What, no,” he said through an incredulous laugh.

“I bet it’s so warm though,” you whined. “Feel how cold my feet are.”

You shifted until you could press your toes against his bare ankle, making him jolt.

“Jesus,” he hissed. “If you want the heat you’re just going to have to come over by me.”

You took a second to gauge that response, trying to find any evidence of teasing in his tone. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“How do you wanna do this?” His tone sounded like it was inching toward disbelief.

Through a frown, you asked, “What do you mean?”

The sound of him quietly clearing the sleep from his throat filled the otherwise quiet room. “Just. I don’t know, do you wanna put a blanket between us?”

You giggled breathily at him. “No, I’m too cold to be worried about modesty, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Okay, I’m just going to lay here and you just situate yourself however feels comfortable for you.”

Without any hesitation, you scooted toward him until your chest was flush to his side, your chin rested against his shoulder.

“Is this okay?” you inquired, snuggling deeper under the sheets.

The warmth was heavenly.

“Your skin is fucking freezing,” he mumbled, clearly close to sleep again already.

“Good, so you see that the situation is dire,” you quipped, wriggling your fingers until he let you slip them between his chest and his bicep. His muscles jumped, and you could tell just how cold your skin was just from the way he felt hot to the touch.

He breathed a laugh, and in a teasing tone, agreed, “Life-threatening, I’d go so far as to say. Wake me up if you need anything, okay?”

You agreed, pressing your nose against the sleeve of his shirt, and drifted off.

+++

When you woke, it was to the sound of his alarm. You felt him reach a hand out of the covers and flick his phone off, putting a stop to the shrill ringing instantly.

It took you a second to realize you were borderline hot. You couldn’t figure out why it was so dark until you realized that one of the sheets was almost completely over your head, blocking out the sun that shone through the slats in his blinds. You wiggled until your head was out from under the blanket, but quickly pulled it back up to your chin when you felt how the cold room made your skin prickle.

Once you got your wits about you, you wiped the sleep from your eyes, popping them open in shock when you realized the position you were in. You weren’t sure if it was him, or you, but somehow he had shifted in the night so that your chests were pressed flush together.

In his sleepy state, he placed his hand on the back of your head, pressing your face back into his neck where it was positioned - unbeknownst to you.

With your nose touching his skin, you could feel his pulse on the tip of it, slow and steady - like he wasn’t really awake. The smell of his cologne was familiar to you now.

“Josh,” you whispered, tipping your head up until you realized the limited mobility you actually had.

He hummed, and you knew the second he was conscious because his muscles tensed all at once before loosening enough to release you.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as you untangled your legs from his. “I must have really been out.”

“It’s okay, I was too.” You looked up at him with a smile. “We survived the night.”

He hummed through tilted up lips. “That’s good; I would have been really upset if you died in my bed.”

After a moment, you groaned a complaint. “I do not want to get out of bed. I know it’s going to be fucking freezing. If we move out of here, can we go somewhere warm?”

He tilted his head over to meet your eyes with a subtle smirk.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he replied. You were contemplating pressing further, but he spoke again. “I’m staying home today from school so I can be here when the repairmen come.”

You frowned. “Do you want me to stay instead? Or with you to keep you company?”

“No, I’ll be good. You need to go to school and stay warm.”

You grimaced at him, secretly wishing he had asked you to stay so you didn’t have to get out of bed.

“Okay, you’re sure?”

He laughed at you. “Yes, you should get moving. Feel free to wear any of my warmer clothing.”

You shot him a grateful look before closing your eyes and throwing the blankets off of yourself.

#brightest blue fic #josh x reader #josh kiszka #josh kiszka fic #Greta Van Fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fic #writing