#i started writing this around 12pm?

[why-are-all-the-users-taken]

idk who said it, but someone was like "what happened if the main peculiar children just lost their peculiar abilities" and i- i desperately need go make a one shot for this so here y'all go :)

*this takes place around a map of days bc that's the book I've gotten up to at this point*

*third person*

Jacob woke up feeling quite odd, though he hadn't the faintest idea why.

He went out into the living room where all of his friends we're already up. They had all became quite time blind in the mornings due to the loop switchings, so they often woke up fairly early.

Olive and Claire were watching cartoons,and had made Bronwyn watch with them.

Millard was on a different couch reading a book with Hugh stumped against him attempting to read the novel as well.

Jacob smiled at his friends before walking into the kitchen where there was a wonderful aroma of pancakes and syrup.

It seemed that Miss Peregrine had forced Enoch, Emma, and Horace to help her cook breakfast. Though Jacob was fairly certain that Horace was willing to make it and had forced Enoch to help.

"Morning all," Jacob said as he started getting plates out of the cabinets to set the table with.

Emma brighten and quickly hugged him. "Morning!"

"Miss. Bloom," Miss Peregrine called out from the stove. "Can you keep these pancakes warm while I finished making the rest?"

"Course!"

"Mr. O'Connor, can you please finish the fruit salad instead of mopping around?" Miss P sighed.

Enoch muttered something under his breath but started cutting up fruit nonetheless.

Horace was humming a tune as he cooked the sausage.

"What on earth?" Emma's sudden outburst brought Jacob's attention to her.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Emma rubbed her hands together and then held them our through the already baked pancakes and frowned. "My fire isn't working!"

Miss. Peregrine's brow furrowed. "Perhaps you used too much fire yesterday?" She suggested.

"Maybe..." Emma said but she's didn't sound sure.

"MISS. P!!!" Hugh came running into the room dragging Millard behind him.

At first Jacob didn't know what was wrong with Millard. The boy was just staring at his hands. Then Jacob remembered that Millard was supposed to be invisible, and you shouldn't be able to see his hands.

The other's in the kitchen seemed to realize it at the same time he did and they all gasped.

"You're hands are visible!" Horace exclaimed, stating the obvious.

"No shit," Enoch muttered and Horace elbowed him in the rib.

Millard ignored Enoch and nodded. "And my feet!" He sounded more amazed than concerned.

"Oh dear," Miss peregrine mumbled. "What day is it?"

"Um," Jacob checked his phone before saying, "October 13th, why?"

"Oh this is bad. I completely forgot." Miss peregrine stressed.

"Forgot what?" Emma asked, now concerned.

"Gather all of the others, I'll tell you all over breakfast."

...

By the time everyone got into the kitchen, they all has seemed for realize that something was off.

Hugh hadn't seen his bees all morning, Olive wasn't floating, Claire's back mouth was completely gone, and Bronwyn was having trouble lifting the things she would normally be able to lift.

"What's going on? !" Asked Olive as she took off her metal shoes and didn't start floating.

"Children calm down please," Miss Peregrine set the food on the table and then sat in her seat. "I will explain what's happening but I need you all to stay calm."

There was a chorus of "Yes Miss. Peregrine"s as everyone helped themselves to the food.

Miss. P started explaining. "Every five years on October 13, peculiars lose their peculiar abilities for 24 hours."

"Why?" Asked Millard. "And why hasn't it happened before?"

"It happens so that peculiars don't overwork their abilities. It's never happened before because it only happens after you've been in a loop for a long period of time, but it was always September 3rd in our loop so it never happened before today."

Everyone was quiet until Olive jumped out of her seat, excitedly. "I wanna go to the beach! I don't have for wear my metal shoes so I can go swimming!"

Claire perked up at that. "Can we?"

Soon most of the children were coming up with things to do.

Miss P hushed everyone and then faked a exasperated sigh. "I suppose you can do something fun today and skip the lesson, but finish your breakfast first!"

Everyone continued eating, but now there was much more chatter.

Olive and Claire were trying to convinced Bronwyn to taks them to the beach. Millard, who was rapidly becoming visible, had decided that he wanted to go to a book store, and had begged Hugh to go with him (he said yes of course). Emma and Jacob planned a day of just hanging out together and doing normal teenager stuff. Enoch complained to no one in particular that he had nothing to do so Olive (being the sweetheart she is) invited him to go to the beach, to which he reluctantly agreed.

At some point Miss P turned to Horace and asked what he was going to do because he hasn't said anything.

"I," he replied, motioning to himself grandly, "am going to take a nap, because I haven't had more then 4 hours of sleep all week due to these stupid nightmares."

Olive giggled at his over dramatics (though all of what he said was true).

By the time everyone finished breakfast Millard was completely visible.

Hugh, who was sitting right next to him, grabbed a handful of millards hair and examined it. "I never realized how long your hair is!"

Millard just shrugged. "It's not like there's a barber shop that cuts the hair of invisible people!" He joked.

Emma who was sitting on the other side of Hugh, scrunched up her nose. "It's a dreadful mess, that's what it is!" She exclaimed.

"Oh please, " Millard said, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear, "it's no worse than your hair on a day to day basis, and you can see what you look like!"

Emma gasped. "You take that back!"

"I won't," Millard huffed.

"Children, children! No fighting!" Miss peregrine clapped her hands to get everyone quiet. "Now, considering that it seems all of you already have your day planned out, you can go get ready and then do what you have planned, but no fighting please!"

By the end of the day Millard had gotten his hair brushed and bought six new books, Hugh had got a few new plants for a round the house, Olive and Claire had a wonderful day at the beach and had even gotten Enoch to crack a small grin at one of their jokes while Bronwyn made sure none of them hurt themselves. Emma and Jacob watched some of Jacob's favorite Disney movies and just had a calm afternoon. And Horace got to sleep for the whole day which he was happy about. All in all, everyone was happy that day even though it felt weird to not have their abilities for a while.

#Mphfpc #My writing skills and motivation are at peak around 12am and 12pm #Don't ask why bc idk why either #Literally started writing this at like 12am lol #One shot #Millard Nullings #enoch o'connor #olive elephanta #bronwyn bruntley #jacob portman #emma bloom #Miss Peregrine #Claire #horace somnusson #i had way too much fun with this #Hugh (idk what his last name is)

[airenyah]

on analyzing acting: ohm pawat as an example

attention: read my additions to this post first for some more context as it might help you understand a little better what i'm on about here...

ok so this post was born out of me wanting to give an example of what i mean by "actors perceiving something" bc you can see that really well in bad buddy ep 3 [3/4] in the music shop scene where they're hiding and pat smells pran. however, i realized i actually have a lot more to say on this moment and that i can also use it to try and showcase what i mean with "(having) thoughts"/"creating images" as well as what "directions" are supposed to be (i'm struggling the most with explaining directions in english lmao). i ended up having so much to say that it absolutely is worthy of its own post, so here it is

so this here is the moment in question that i'm going to analyze and i'm going to look at ohm specifically:

[sorry for the image quality of this gif, i had to compromise it in order to get the file size down]

before i say anything, here's a little disclaimer: obviously i have absolutely no idea what was going on in ohm's head in that moment when he was shooting that take. so whenever i make a mention of a specific sentence that the actor or the character could be thinking it will be my very own interpretation of what i personally am seeing or getting out of it. there are many thoughts and emotions one can read out of an actor's performance (often multiple at once!) and there are many ways of putting all of this into words. i will try to keep everything as technical as possible but sometimes i do need to say what i think is going on in the actor's/character's head in order to explain my point

ok so let's go and break down some of the acting things that ohm is doing here

[gif 1]

this is a wonderful example of an actor actually and actively perceiving something. at this point pat hasn't actively smelled pran yet, he hasn't reacted to that smell yet. in fact, up until this point pat is more focused on not being caught by chai. what ohm is doing here is showing us the process of going from "don't get caught" to "pran smells good af". and it starts right here. in order to do so, in order for this change of topic to work smoothly pat has to become aware of pran's smell first. and ohm is acting it out for us: he really is perceiving and noticing that smell as the actor and we can see the controls in his brain going "oh my nose is sensing something"

another thing i want to point out here is his "spielrichtung" (god i GOTTA figure out a word for this in english) aka this is where i talk about his "directions" even though it's difficult for me in english bc it sounds rather clunky. (for those who didn't read my original reblog where i talk about acting concepts: the literal translation of this german term is "direction of playing" or "direction of acting". this direction can refer to many things, such as where the focus is directed, or an action, a thought, etc...)

here in this moment ohm's directions are both downwards and very inwards. as in: his focus goes downwards to where the smell is entering his nose while his thoughts are very much directed inwards. this is a private moment for pat and ohm shows us this by acting towards the inside (ohm/pat is completely inside his own head in this moment) ("by acting towards the inside" – sorry, this sounds so clunky in english, i mean to say "indem er nach innen spielt")

alright, moving on. so in real life, once a person has perceived something and the brain has processed and determined it... what happens next? the person is going to react to it and have one or the other thought. in real life we go through a process of perceiving - processing - (re)acting and the same thing should happen in acting:

[gif 2]

first ohm showed us that pat has perceived something, now ohm shows us that whatever pat has perceived causes some thoughts/feelings inside of pat

(quick side-note on his directions: he's still very much inwards in his direction, the private moment in his head is continuing. and despite his eyes going to the side, the focus of his actions is still directed downwards because again, that's where the smell is)

(edit: i had my mom read this post and on the topic of directions in gif 2 she pointed out that you can actually split it up in three directions even: everything is happening on the inside, then you have the sensory direction that is going downwards because that's where the smell is, while he's sending his thoughts sideways)

i can't read minds, nor can i time travel so i have absolutely no idea what thought was crossing ohm's mind in that exact moment, but it has to be something along the lines of "i gotta smell that again". ohm/pat has perceived the smell, he considers it for a moment and whatever he's thinking here leads to the next moment where pat smells pran on purpose (note: i do love how his head is subconsciously moving slightly down towards the source of the smell again even before he's actively taken the decision to sniff pran):

[gif 3]

(edit: another thing that my mom said is that in gif 2 it's like his thoughts aren't quite focused yet, they're not quite formed, while in gif 3 his thoughts are very much focused. it's like his thoughts went from a subconscious level in gif 2 to a conscious level in gif 3. anatomically speaking you could even say that in gif 1 and 2 he percieves the smell emotionally and in gif 3 it goes over into a cognitive perception of the smell. because he percieves the smell subconsciously in the beginning and the very first thing that happens when you perceive a smell is that it goes to the emotional center of the brain. then the smell goes on to the cerebral cortex and only then you get the cognitive perception of the smell. ohm's performance here really is FLAWLESS. in the words of my mother, a trained nurse: "he plays that EXTREMELY WELL because you can analyze it anatomically even, and use his performance to showcase how the sense of smell works")

and now we have arrived at the point where pat is sniffing pran. what i really like about this is how subtle ohm portrays this. he doesn't stick his nose into nanon's back and we don't even see him breathe in. and yet we still know that pat is smelling pran here, all bc of ohm's body language where he moves his head down to the source of the smell and the thoughts that ohm is having in his head in that moment. you can just see that ohm is really and actively smelling something here. and by that i mean not only just the motion of him moving his head down, but rather that again he is actively perceiving a smell as his head is filled with thoughts (his thought process goes from something like "what was that smell" to "ok i'm smelling, i'm checking this out")

and now we're back to the point where we were earlier. once again our character is perceiving and processing something, our actor is acting it out for us and so what has to happen next? exactly, a reaction to the new information the character's brain has just processed:

[gif 4]

and again we can see that ohm's head was filled with actual thoughts in that moment (probably something along the lines of "wow he smells really good" or "oh what a nice smell". and it looks kind of unexpected to me, as if there's also some surprise coming with it along the lines of "oh i wasn't expecting to like his smell so much" or "i didn't think he would smell this nice")

i keep going on and on about thoughts, and it's because that was hammered into me by my fave monologue teacher. he kept going on about "getting your thoughts straight" and "having thoughts" ("die gedanken haben") and whenever we students had no idea what to do with our bodies he'd tell us that if we know exactly what we're thinking in that moment we shouldn't worry about our body because our body will follow our thoughts automatically. we can see that beautifully in gif 2 where an underlying thought (and i don't necessarily mean thought as in an actual thought or sentence inside the mind, but thought kind of in the sense of an emotion or feeling, if that makes sense), anyway in gif 2 there's an underlying thought along the lines of "this smell is good i want to get close to it i want to keep smelling it" and ohm's/pat's head is already moving slightly downwards towards the smell before ohm/pat has taken a conscious decision to take a purposeful sniff. the power of thought y'all. thought is a powerful tool when it comes to acting. and it's really obvious when an actor is in no-thoughts-head-empty mode. unfortunately i don't have an example of a thought-less actor on hand, or i would show you. ok, that's a lie, actually. i do have some examples, but they either don't work as a tumblr post (once again i wish i could do this one acting analysis project i did with my uni friend with online people as well) orrrr i don't want to share them publicly bc i don't wanna hurt anyone's feelings and i want to avoid angry anons in my ask box or getting into arguments with random internet users (i quite like my quiet, peaceful tumblr life where i'm a nobody, thanks)

okay, now back to bad buddy and ohm:

in the other post where i talk about acting i mention that while my monologue teacher would talk a lot about thoughts, my mother instead likes to talk about "creating images". my mom likes to think of it as a flipbook where you have individual pictures that make a moving image when going from one picture to the next at speed. personally i think you can also think of it as individual panels of a comic book that together tell a narrative arch. if we look at the first part from this perspective, as if if were a comic, we can see that ohm provides the audience with these clear images:

image 1: perceiving a smell, becoming aware of it, noticing it

image 2: reacting to that first whiff, something along the lines of "is this pran's smell? i gotta smell pran. for science. to see if that nice smell is him"

image 3: smelling on purpose, there is an aim to the action, it is motivated by thought and by what happened previously

image 4: another reaction to the perceived smell, this time it's a realization and/or a conclusion (the realization could be something like "oh i like the way pran smells" and the conclusion would be "yes what i sensed earlier was in fact pran's smell")

in full:

[gif 5]

it has only been three (3!!) seconds (yes i went and checked the duration of that clip on premiere pro) and ohm has already told us an entire story arc. god, i LOVE it when actors do actor things

alright, let's continue with part 2:

so now we get to the part where pran (nanon) comes in with an impatient "what now?" and pat (ohm) reacts

[gif 6]

since ohm is a good actor he once again presents us with that split second where we can see that he was actively listening to nanon's line, we get to see the moment where pat's brain is processing pran's comment and comes up with a reply. once again ohm is acting this all out for us. this is also what helps make it look like everything is spontaneous: as if the character didn't know pran was gonna say something and what he was gonna say, even though the actor, having memorized the script and likely having discussed it with his co-star and/or the director, definitely knew about it

now let's look at his directions again before we move on to the next gif: he's still in inwards-mode, but pran's line distracts him and snaps him away from the downward focus and now it's going to the side instead, towards nanon/pran

remember what happens after the processing? that's right, a (re)action. pat reacts to pran's comment with the action of saying "you smell good"

[gif 7]

what i find particularly interesting here are ohm's directions. before i sat down to gif these 10 seconds of scene i distinctively remembered ohm's spielrichtung (fuck it, i'm going with the german word bc "directions of playing" or "direction of acting" just doesn't sound right – quick german grammar lesson: spielrichtung = singular, just one single direction; spielrichtungen = plural, two or more directions) being very much towards the inside. and i had assumed that pran's comment would snap him out of it, that nanon's line would trigger a jump in his spielrichtung. but looking at it now? this... is not quite what i'm seeing. what i'm seeing instead is actually fascinating to me

you see, his actions and his line definitely have an outward focus, to the side where nanon is. however, it looks like that outward focus hasn't quite reached his eyes (it's in the way his eyes travel towards nanon, but they're not really focusing on anything in particular, he looks very distracted instead, as if his mind is somewhere else)

to reiterate: his words are traveling outwards while his eyes look like they're still in inwards-mode. outwards and inwards – two opposing sides. this creates conflict and it's exactly what makes me as a viewer sit up in curiosity and go "huh? what's this? what's going on here?" it fills me with a lot of questions about the character: why can't he snap out of it? did pran's smell really affect him this much? so much that his mind is still on it even when pran starts talking to him? why is it affecting him so much? what's going on inside him? aww does he have feelings? (yes. yes he does 🤭) it's these little subtle things that make me start caring about a character, that make me want to keep watching in order to find answers to my questions. (also! this would be an example of what i meant in the reblog from the other post when i talked about actor's showing conflicts that aren't in the plot/the script)

to be honest, i'd love to double check ohm's spielrichtungen during this line with my mom, but unfortunately it's gonna be another two weeks until i go home for semester break. because this is one of those moments where i realize that i still need to practice my acting analysis skills a lot, because to be quite honest i'm having a moment of is it just me or...? where i'm not entirely sure if i'm seeing this "right" (not that there's much of a right or wrong here...)

alright, moving on... once he finishes talking?

[gif 8]

right before ohm says his next line he falls back into inwards-mode again and once again we see that there are actual thoughts going through his head. what those thoughts are exactly i can't say, but to me it comes across as if pat is reflecting his statement of "you smell good", it looks like pat is lost in thought about pran smelling good (to be honest? at the end of the day it doesn't actually matter what ohm's exact thought process was, the important thing is that he had one at all, because now i as a viewer get to have fun with interpreting it)

and now we're finally coming to the end of the sequence i've decided to analyze. after a short moment of reflection pat adds "you smell so damn good" and goes to sniff pran one last time

[gif 9]

and what's ohm's acting choice here? this time he goes for an exaggerated sniff, he points his entire nose at pran and breathes in loudly (which we can't hear in a gif, of course, but we can definitely very clearly hear that sniff in the episode itself). and delights me very much because this sniff right here? in comparison to the ones in the beginning? is very much for show

the first two times pat/ohm smelled pran was very "quiet", rather small and subtle, and very much for himself. it was a private moment. this sniff now? it's loud, it's exaggerated, it's big with ohm bending his entire face down in order to almost shove his nose right into nanon's back. and of course he sniffs extra loudly, to make sure pran can hear it (and yes, i'm specifically referring to the character now, bc ofc nanon should hear the sniff, but more importantly pran should hear it bc pat is about to be a little shit to annoy him)

the reason why this big sniff delights me so much (especially with regard to how the scene continues after the excerpt that i have chosen for this analysis) goes away from the technical aspect of it and is much more about my own interpretation, but i'll tell you anyway: again, in the beginning it was a private moment, pat was smelling pran just for himself. but this causes him to fail to react to what pran just said about chai being gone now and that pat can get up. having that little story arc where pat notices pran's smell and goes to check it out causes pat to linger and that makes pran suspicious. pran more or less catches pat in his own private moment, and so pat turns sniffing pran into a full on show. "you smell good" he says, "do my laundry", he says. pat was nearly caught having feelings for pran (bc we all know this is why he's so affected by the smell) (fun fact: in german we have this idiom that goes "jemanden nicht riechen können" which translates to "not being able to smell someone". it means that you don't like someone and that's why you can't or rather don't want to smell this person. this idiom actually showcases how important the sense of smell is interpersonal relationships) pat was nearly caught and now he deflects. he gets annoying on purpose (by shoving his nose into pran's back and loudly insisting that he likes the smell) to keep pran from asking more questions, he jokingly demands that pran does his laundry bc obviously pat likes the smell of the detergent, it's definitely not the smell of pran that he likes, okay? yes, exactly, pat likes the detergent, not pran, and him sniffing pran definitely had a heterosexual reason and there were definitely no romantic feelings involved. that's the story pat is putting out into the world, that's the show he's pulling off here. ohm goes from quiet and inwards to loud and outwards (spielrichtungen!) and it just delights me because there is so much i can get out of it when it comes to my interpretation

alright, so i've now reached the end of my chosen excerpt and now that we've gone through the entire thing i just want to talk about one last thing: changes.

in the reblog of the other post i mention that when i analyze acting i look out for whether anything changes. (i didn't explicitly say it in that reblog, but it gets boring when an actor keeps doing the same thing over and over again). in the reblog specifically i take emotions as an example, but also make a note that changes can apply to things other than emotions as well. in this scene of bad buddy ohm provides us with a beautiful example of what changes look like when it comes to a specific action

in this 10 second excerpt that i have chosen, pat smells pran 3x in total:

do you see how each time the action of pat smelling pran is different? each time when pat smells pran it's motivated by a different thought, each time there's a different reason behind it:

the first time is all about pat noticing the smell in the first place, becoming aware of it at all. at this point it's rather accidental: pat never made a decision of "i'm going to smell pran now". no, it just happens. he percieves the smell on an emotional level. sniff one is all about the thought of "oh, i'm sensing a smell".

the second time is where the active decision to smell pran comes in. now he starts perceiving the smell on a cognitive level: this time pat is smelling pran on purpose, it's no longer accidental. pat has a reason to smell pran, he has a goal and it's to investigate that smell that he has just sensed. and as i've already said, he is in his own head and it's a private moment. his thoughts are kinda unfocused and he almost gets a little lost in these thoughts, in the smell. and it's a quiet, subtle action, he only slightly moves his head down to be a little closer to the source and get a better whiff, but that's it, no big loud breathing in, no exaggerated head bending. that sniff right here is for pat. that sniff is between pat and that smell, no one and nothing else. what ohm is doing here is creating a relation between pat and pran's smell

the third time the sniff also comes from an active decision. and again, it has a purpose behind it. this is also what happens in sniff no. 2, so in theory the same thing is happening twice, right? except no, bc the way ohm sniffs nanon for the 3rd time is completely different. while sniff no 2. was quiet and small, now sniff no. 3 is loud and big. it's exaggerated and it's for show. this sniff is no longer only between pat and pran's smell, no, now pran himself is involved too (whether pran likes it or not)

i've said it before and i'll say it again: i LOVE it when actors do actor things

alright, i really am done now. to be honest, i wish i had the time to go to my hometown and go through this whole analysis with my mom first before i post it. despite 3 full years of drama school and 2.5 years of intensely analyzing asian drama with my mom i still don't feel confident in the knowledge i've gained so far and i feel like i need someone with more experience to check my thoughts before i can go publish them for the whole internet to see. but i guess it's time for me to become a big girl that doesn't need to rely on her mommy's opinions. i guess it's because i feel like there is still so much more that i need to learn and there is so much more that i don't notice yet and so i'm afraid that what if what i'm saying is wrong? what if i'm talking bullshit here? but i guess it's time i trust the skills that i have gained so far. besides, when it comes to this there often isn't necessarily a right or wrong but rather a what do you see and how does that make you feel? so i'll go and post this anyway without having anyone look over it, because this is what i see right now at this point in time as i'm writing this. and if at some point in the future i realize i disagree i can always write an update (or another post)

all in all i had fun with this not so little analysis. and i hope you too had fun reading it <3

(edit: as you could already see from the previous edits, well, i actually did have my mom read this whole post at some point after all. she was very impressed and said my analysis is extremely well written. she had almost nothing to add. it's truly about time i start trusting my own skills fklslkkdlsf)

#airenyah talks acting #bbs #bbs ep3 #airenyah plappert #sometimes i'm annoyed that english doesn't distinguish between singular you and plural you the way german does #but this time i actually love it bc you'll never know if by you i mean tumblr user gillianthecat or you as in all the readers of this post #i started this analysis around 12pm and it is now midnight oops (writing this on friday january 14th) #(admittedly i did take a break for mealtimes and grocery shopping and for a short uni assignment) #tho you need to know that i've actually been sitting at this since 10:30am bc i wrote the 2nd reply on the reblog in the other post first #i wish i knew how to say the word ''anspielen'' in english bc that's something ohm does exceptionally well #it's one of the things he does that make everyone always say that ohm has chemistry with everyone #(the concept of anspielen is less relevant here i this short excerpt but it IS relevant in many other bbs scenes) #(er spielt seine spielpartner immer so verdammt gut an und sendet dabei so stark and it's BEAUTIFUL) #(hmm sollte ich das wort ''spielpartner'' im vorherigen tag gendern... then again it's mostly boys anyway lmao) #(at least the things i've watched)

[lesbianpepsi]

would it be a sin if i stayed?

pairing: ghostface!sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: you find out your girlfriend is hiding something from you

words: 3.120k

warnings: mentions of murders, gf!sam, knife, scream shenanigans, stab wounds, treating wounds, fear of cheating(?), swearing, bad writing

authors note: so it's been a minute huh, excuse the rusty writing i've been in pain and in a writers block

Everyone's entitled to their own secrets; there's nobody in the world that doesn't have at least one secret. 

Some people have small secrets such as not liking a certain food but saying they like to please the other person. Others don't have such sweet secrets.

The darkest secret you have is the fact you slit your ex's tire once after she cheated on you, it's not insanely dark or even cool, it's simply just a secret that you don't want people to know about.

Yet there's people in your life that hold such darker secrets, ones that could never be revealed to anyone; not even their most loyal loved ones. 

Unbeknownst to you that person is Sam Carpenter, your girlfriend of over a year.

—————

Me (17:29pm): i'll get started on dinner soon then?

Sammy<3 (17:32pm): Yes please. Hopefully I'll be done soon with my shift and can hopefully even help you a bit with the cooking! 👩‍🍳😊

Me (17:33pm): maybe i'll postpone for a bit then

Sammy<3 (17:33pm): No, start cooking. You need to eat and Derek is a bastard who won't let me off early anyways 😂😂

Me (17:34pm): fineeeee 

Me (17:34pm): see you soon then, love you <33

Sammy<3 (17:36pm): I love you too, Y/n ❤️

Me (18:12pm): i finished making dinnerrrr:)) 

Me (18:22pm): sammmm

Me (18:29pm): sam? 

Me (18:31pm): please answer me sam, where tf are you?? ik you finish your shift at six 

Me (19:06pm): Sam this isn't funny, please answer my calls.

You bite your bottom lip nervously as you reread over the messages hoping to see that small bubble pop up any second. 

Sure traffic was a reasonable reason to why Sam's late but she'd always message you after finishing her shift at work.

Sam's one of those people who never leaves the house without her phone being higher than 80%, meaning her phone being dead wouldn't explain it. She always made sure it had more than enough battery in case Tara or you called her and there was an emergency 

So why the fuck isn't Sam answering your texts? You can't help but worry after everything that's happened to the poor woman and her family with Ghostface. 

You've already tried calling her three times to no avail. Nervously you switch over to Tara's contact as your thumb hovers over the call button, debating whether you should ask her if she's seen Sam or not.

If Tara hasn't seen her and Sam is in fact just running incredibly late then you're just going to worry the younger Carpenter for no reason.

"Fuck." You mumbled to yourself as you lowered your thumb to dial Tara, deciding it's worth the risk.

Just as you're about to press down you hear the doorknob to your front door jangle, immediately you whip your head around to see Sam entering calmly.

You drop your phone and rush over to her throwing your arms around her desperately as you cling to her. 

Sam doesn't say anything as she slowly raises her hand to your back, rubbing it up and down slowly.

"Where were you, Sam? I thought something had happened." You say worriedly as you pull away staring into your eyes intently, noticing a glimmer in her eyes that you have never seen before. 

Her eyes looked darker, almost a lustful look in them. 

She sighed as she smiled apologetically. "Some girl puked all over the place so I had to clean it up so I wasn't done till six thirty, then my phone died so I couldn't text you."

You ponder for a second on the possibility of Sam's phone actually being dead since the messages and calls went through, meaning it would be impossible for her phone to be dead.

Biting your tongue you nod as you smile at Sam, just relieved to have her here. 

"Okay, glad you're safe then. I've made a plate for you so you just need to reheat it." Sam grins as she presses a quick kiss to your cheek making your ear burn just as they did the very first time they kissed you. 

"You're the best." She says and you chuckle giving a weak smirk. "I know right, the best girlfriend."

Sam pulls away from you as well, finally giving you a proper look of her. You tilt your head confused as you notice the baggy black hoodie she's wearing, practically devouring her and hiding her arms and upper body.

"You didn't leave wearing that this morning." You comment mindlessly as you grab the end of the sleeve, rolling your fingers around the soft texture.

Sam stiffens as she roughly pulls her arm away from your grip, crossing her arms over her chest. You frown at her abruptness. 

"It was in the trunk of my car." Sam replies dismissively with a wave of her hand before turning to enter your room. 

You remain where you stand a little frown toying on your lips. What was that about? You thought as you glanced at the doorway to your bedroom, the light being flickered on by Sam.

"I'm just gonna take a shower real quick then I can eat dinner and we can watch some movies?" You hear Sam yell from your room also hearing the erratic movement from her as you walk closer.

Leaning on the doorway you see Sam placing her phone, car keys and work badge on the dresser. 

"Want me to reheat your food for you?" You suggest with a smile. Sam nodded her head as she turned to face you, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead this time as she whispered, "I love you so much." before passing you and locking herself in the bathroom. 

A few moments later you hear the loud sound of the shower water hitting the bottom of the tub before it gets muffled by Sam entering the shower.

Against your better judgement you glance back into the room where Sam's phone is kept, the desperate urge to check it gnawing at you. 

You didn't want to snoop through it, no, you just wanted to see if she was lying or not. Which you basically already knew she was. 

You glance back at the bathroom door before rushing into the room to look at Sam's phone.

Reaching the drawer you picked up her phone and to your horror the movement of you picking it up lights the screen up. 


Sam's phone wasn't dead.

She lied to you. 

Sam wouldn't cheat on you, right? No, Sam would never. She loves you too much for that. 

Right?

Shaking your head in hopes of getting rid of those thoughts you place Sam's phone back into its original position, staring at it before leaving the room to reheat Sam's plate of food.

You trust Sam with your life and more and don't believe she's cheating on you since she's already quite possessive and protective of you after Ghostface. 

After placing the plate into the microwave you move back into the living room, dropping down onto the couch with a sigh as you wrap your fingers around the TV remote, pressing the on button.

The TV started up and immediately you were introduced to the loud male voice of the news reporter. You pulled out your phone and didn't pay much attention till you heard him utter a line that made your blood run cold.

"-two male victims stabbed to death near Parker Street, the police have no lead suspects as of now but a CCTV footage has been leaked showing the brutal murder and the killer wearing the infamous Ghostface costume."

Your eyes widened as you slowly lowered your phone, pushing yourself up the couch as you straightened your posture.  

Ghostface is back? It doesn't help that Parker street, that's the street where the bar Sam works at is at. 

"Sam!" You yelled and panicked as your eyes remained focused on the screen.

You could hear the shower stopping before moments later the door the bathroom being thrown opened and Sam rushes into the living room soaking wet with a towel wrapped around her body.

"What's wrong?" Your girlfriend asked as she moved to your side, holding your face with a possessive grip as she turned it to the side to see if you were hurt. 

You shake your head making her let go and nod towards the TV, Sam takes your hint and turns to focus on the screen.

She's silent for a moment, her breathing eerily calm as her eyes meet with yours.

"Ghostface is gone, we don't have to worry." She says as her hand glides into yours. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion as this is a total 180 reaction to how she reacted last time when Tara's classmate was murdered, and it wasn't even confirmed it was Ghostface at that time.

"Sam, the person was literally wearing a Ghostface outfit and two people were murdered on the same block where you work! This cannot be a coincidence." You rush out as you look down at your phone where it lay on the couch.  "We have to call Tara, Mindy and Chad. I'm not letting you all go through this again." You say as you grab your phone but you're stopped by Sam's hand wrapping around your wrist.

Looking up at her confused you see a blank expression on her face, not a panicked look you expected to see. 

"This is not our Ghostface, Y/n, calm down, please." Sam replies, moving her hand to interlock with yours with a tight grip.

Your jaw slackens as the crease between your brows gets even bigger. 

"A dude in a Ghostface outfit killed two people near where you work, Sam!" You insist on trying to make Sam notice how dire this situation is.

She shakes her head as she shuffles a bit closer, the droplets falling off of her and a few dropping onto you. 

"My Ghostface doesn't do random public killing, this is very out of character. It's probably just some psycho who's using it as a disguise, Y/n. It's fine. I'm safe, Tara's safe, the twins are safe and you're safe." You're speechless at Sam's smooth words, never hearing her so calm and confident. 

Last year she threatened to move countries instantly when it wasn't even confirmed it was about them. 

You let out a humourless chuckle as you shake your head. "And what did Mindy say when Tara was acting like you right now last year? It's a bit too close to home." 

Sam shakes her own head as she flashes a smile that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. "You trust me, don't you?" 

You let out a barely audible scoff as you nod your head at the question as if it was a stupid question to ask.

"With my life and more Sam." Sam's smile softens as she nods her head gently, as if knowing what you were going to say.

"So trust me on this, my love." She whispers, raising her wet hand to lay on your cheek lovingly. "Please." She adds in a whisper as her thumb runs up and down your cheek slowly. 

You maintain eye contact with Sam as you begin to feel yourself getting lost in her dark brown eyes, unconsciously nodding your head slowly.

Sighing you snap out of your trance as you smile weakly at her, squeezing your interlocked hands. 

"I trust you." 

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A few days have passed and the only person other than you who's showing concern over the murders is surprisingly Tara. The girl who was very adamant last year that this almost exact scenario wasn't related to them in any way.

You've been texting her non stop about your worries about the entire situation but you haven't said anything about your concerns about Sam. 

She lied to you, sure it was something very niche but with the timing of the murders; something just felt off. 

You have also noticed that Sam has been even more loving lately, not that she isn't always wonderful to you, but it's more than usual. 

You love the attention but you still can't help but feel that there's something wrong. 

It's a Saturday night and Sam's working the night shift again, you're not doing anything special so you decided to sleep in early. 

It's around two in the morning when you get awakened by a slam of the door, it immediately sprung you out of sleep since you've always been a light sleeper since the entire Ghostface incident. 

You rub your eyes as you slowly sit up, glancing around the room and notice Sam isn't in bed. 

Concern runs through your veins immediately as you push yourself off the bed to stand up, your feet hurting the cold floor as you move towards the door. Is it a complete dumb move to investigate the random loud noise? Yes, absolutely. But you can't help but think it's most likely Sam and maybe she's having another one of her attacks. 

"Sam?" You yell out softly as you open the door and glance around your small apartment, squinting your eyes to see better in the dark.

There's no sign of Sam but then you notice the light peeking through the bottom of the bathroom door. You definitely didn't leave the bathroom light on.

You head towards the bathroom door and go to open it but it's locked, you frown as your concern grows.

"Sam? Are you there?" You ask as you keep trying to unlock the door but to no use. 

A muffled grunt is heard through the door before you hear Sam's raspy voice. 

"Go back to bed, Y/n, I'll join you soon." Sam's muffled voice says as another low grunt is heard. That doesn't help your nerves at all.

You can feel your heart pick up a pace as you desperately keep trying to unlock the door.

"Open the door, Sam, please." You beg as you keep trying to open the door, shaking the doorknobs desperately. 

"No." Sam says sternly, making you shake your head at her stubbornness. "Sam if you don't unlock this door I swear I'll kick it down. Please open the door."

"No I-" Sam goes silent for a moment before continuing her words. "You can't see me like this, you'll leave me." 

"Sam I love you more than anything in this world, if you're hurt I want to see you and help you. Please." You say sincerely as you still your moments on trying to open the door, trying to show Sam how much you care for her. 

She doesn't say anything for what feels like an eternity, your fear growing with each passing second as you swallow nervously. 

Then you hear it, the door unlocking but Sam doesn't open it for you. Immediately you throw the door open and scan your eyes to find Sam sitting on the edge of the bathtub wearing her usual grey tank top, tight black cargos and thick black boots with bruises and a singular stab wound on her arms.

Your breath hitches as your eyes widen dramatically, your fear about Ghostface attacking Sam again being confirmed. 

Sam refuses to make eye contact with you as she sloppily tries to patch herself up, wrapping a bandage around below her shoulder that's already staining with a ruby red shade.

"Let me help." You whisper as you move to stand in front of her knowing in the frenzied state Sam is in she wouldn't tend her wounds properly.

She finally looks up at you and you notice the look of pure fear in her eyes, it breaks your heart. 

Sam stiffly nods her head as she lets go of the dirty bandage and lets it fall gracefully onto the floor. 

You don't take notice of anything else around you as your entire focus is only on your bleeding girlfriend. 

As you focus on the slash below her shoulder you see that she's sterilised it and only needs help with bandaging it up.

You grab a new roll and gently hold onto her elbow for a grip as you begin to tightly wrap the bandage around her wound.

As you keep wrapping enough layers around your eye's unconsciously flicker over to the bathtub, and the moment you see the objects scattered inside you feel your heart drop.

A bloodied knife is peeking out through a thick pile of black which almost looks like a blanket but that isn't what catches your attention. The bloodied Ghostface mask thrown carelessly near what you presume is the cloak is what makes your heart come back to life and rapidly speeds up. 

Suddenly everything makes sense.

The lie about her phone being dead when it wasn't, coming home late and the very calm reaction to the murders.

Sam wasn't attacked by the Ghostface on the news; Sam is Ghostface. 

You can pull your eyes away from the hollow eyes of the Ghostface mask as you keep bandaging Sam's stab wound up, the feeling of shame making your throat tighten. 

Not ashamed of Sam but the fact you don't immediately want to run away. Call the cops or even scream. Instead you stand there as you treated her wound. 

"That's enough layers, Y/n." Sam's quiet voice breaks you out of your stare as you avert your eyes back to hers, stilling your hands as you lock with her brown eyes.

Oh those big brown eyes. 

Grief swirls around in her eyes as if she's already grieving your relationship; grieving her life. 

You take a deep breath as a shaky smile slowly forms on your lips making Sam's eyebrows scrunched together confused. 

"I'll never stop loving you." You whisper to her as you finish bandaging her wound up, dropping your hand from her elbow to place on her cheek. 

Sam leans into your touch laying her own cold hand over yours, looking up at you with a softer gleam in her eyes. 

"I'm not a bad person, I only hurt bad people I promise." Sam whispers in a gravelly voice. You feel some reassurance from that but what shocks you the most is the fact you're not sure if you wouldn't have minded if they were bad or not. 

Would it be a sin if you stayed with her? Probably. But killing is most definitely a bigger sin which only makes you think of one thing. 


You and her will still be together in the afterlife. 

"Let's go to bed, my love." You whisper as you offer Sam your free hand to take to help stand up. 

Sam stares at it for a moment before she complies and slides her hand into your hand, a small smile grazing her lips. 

Everyone has their secrets and who are you to share them with?

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authors note: i'd do anything for sam (i hate this so fucking much)

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x fem!reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x reader #melissa barrera x reader #scream six #sam carpenter angst #gf!sam carpenter #my fanfic stuff #my writing

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cherry i’m not tryna increase ur workload but all the characters in the reverb universe so full of life 😭 idk i’d like to see like a small time stamp drabble series of a day in the life of them whether its ur ocs or the others KDKAKSK

bae omg not at all!!! 😭😭 I appreciate u sm. You know I love any excuse to write for those fools shkshs 🫶🏾 I REALLY love this idea too!

EJ: he starts his day depending on how his night before went! If he had a good session and turned in fairly early, then he’s up around 7AM. He showers, does his whole morning routine (shaving, doing his hair, the works. He’s in their for a hour). He’ll go for a run or workout..shower AGAIN. Then he gets breakfast (courtesy of his housekeeping or his sweetheart (y/n) and then he’s off to the studio. That’s around 12PM or so. He has his home ones but also one downtown so he’ll meet with people there. He tries to knock out at least a project a day. Whether that’s someone else’s works or his own music. He sometimes has meetings with AMG, appearances on shows, interviews, etc and gigs per his lovely manager. He’ll head out around 6 or 7, get back home and he’ll have dinner with (y/n). They’ll go out if it’s their date night or just stay in. Honestly, that’s the highlight of his day! Being cuddled and laid up with his girl.

Jean: Mr. Kirschtein loves his rest so he starts his day around 9PM. Mika is an early bird so she’s out of the house long before that. He gets his morning routine out of the way before heading into the office. Whilst he’s working on his new album, he’s taking sort of a backseat approach so he helps out with auditions, organizing album layouts, writing music and just overall mentoring new artists. He gets there around 10:30 or so and heads out around 3. It’s then that he heads to his home studio to practice with his band because they still have tour dates coming up. They go at it for a few hours, fine tuning their setlist for an upcoming show. He gets in an hour long workout (bc we all know he has to look his best on that stage while he’s up there being a s-l-u-t). He usually finishes up his day around 10 or 11 and then it’s time for bed.

Armin: well after he’s crawled out of the pile of women and liquor bottles from the night before, he does get down to business. He does a lot of producing, DJ’ing and club promoting so he gets the privilege of starting his day a lil later. He’ll head to one of the ritzy lounges downtown for brunch and often times with one of his pieces of arm candy by his side. While he’s enjoying mimosas and egg Benedict, his assistant is getting his schedule together. His interviews, his gigs for that evening and any other ventures. (not to mention canceling his fifty million dates he’s promised!) Armin is out at allll hours of the night so if he’s DJ’ing/promoting, he may arrive around 11PM and be there until 3 or 4 in the morning. Drinking and turning up the whole time.

(Y/N): My girl staaays booked and busy! Up around 6AM for a workout and morning routine. Comes back from the gym or in home one around 8AM to do her hair and makeup. Often times, her and Eren are meeting one another and they’ll have breakfast together before heading out. Sis does a lot of influencing (obv) work so she’ll film content for a few hours for TikTok and Insta. Reviews on clothes, makeup, hair, etc. depending on what was sent for the week. Mikasa will normally tell her what her gigs are for the week and helps her stay on schedule. Around 1 or 2PM, she’s meeting up with her girls for pole practice. They’ll usually do a live showing their routines and put together their sets for a show. If they have a concert they’re doing, they’ll get to the venue around 6 or 7 to run through their choreography and then once the concert is over, they head out for the night and sis goes right home to relax with a warm bath and her big teddy bear of a husband.

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #aot x black reader #black fem reader #musician x influencer au #aot au #musician au #eren x black reader #armin arlert #jean kirschstein #might do a part 2 for this #black reader #eren x black fem!reader #snk drabble #snk imagines #snk headcanons #musician #mikasa ackerman #eren headcanons #jean headcanons #armin headcanons #queued posts #queued post

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Yandere!Lee Minho x F!Reader Word Count : 3.2k TW : yandere!Minho ; reader depression ; smut ; reader manipulation era ; Request : @whatudowhennooneseesyou - What if Lee know is started to see how unhappy the reader she is? He sees the light leaving in her eyes, he knows she's not happy but he refuses you to let you go. So what does he do? He shows it through desperate and needy sex. A/N : Oh I love writing your Minho requests!!! I love them so much! Any kind of Minho request, you can send them in and I will eat them up (hopefully before Tumblr eats them) Thank you so much babe!!! I'm sorry this isn't as much smut as usual in the Minho fics, it's a lot of dialogue and angst. I'm sorry!!!

A heavy sigh escaped you as you dropped down into your spot on the couch, a spot that had practically molded around you now, the shape of your ass and your back indented in the foam of the cushions. It had been months since he had taken you out that one day, and while he had promised that it would become a more common occurrence, you soon came to realize that that had been nothing more than his way of placating you, making you stay with him once again when he felt like he was so close to losing you. 

“Darling?” Minhos voice sounded from the kitchen, but it was drowned out by the thrumming of the vents that blasted the cool AC through the small living room, chilling you to the bone, but you didn’t even mind it. You didn’t seem to mind much of anything anymore, you weren’t living, you were simply alive in the world that had been thrusted upon you in the confines of the 4 walls you were housed inside. “Love?” His tone was more assertive, and undertone of worry lingering in the sternness, but you didn’t lift your head, you didn’t move at all. 

He had seen you like this before, at least he thought he had the time that he had reluctantly taken you out of the house. Of course he thought that the one occasion would be enough to show you that he cared about you, that he’d do anything for you. You were his love, his light, and everything he did was for you, yet you still looked so miserable. 

“I’ve made lunch, darling.” He called to you, his foot tapping impatiently against the linoleum tiles of the kitchen floor as he awaited your response, a response that never came. That was just one of the other problems for him, the fact that you didn’t even wake up some days until 12pm or later, sleeping the entire morning away. It’s not like there was anything exciting or new to wake up for, it’s not like there was anything awaiting you through the bedroom door. 

His fingers found the knob and he quickly turned down the fire on the stove so he could go to you, your body frozen, like a statue on the couch as you gazed forward. It wouldn’t have been so concerning if the television had been on, but it wasn’t, you were simply staring at nothing. He could just barely make out your reflection in the screen, your lips drawn into a straight line, your cheeks hollowed and your body slumped, yet so stiff, it was strange. 

Soft fingers combed through your slightly knotted hair, you seemed to stop taking care of it, you stopped taking care of yourself. “Tell me what you’re thinking, my love…” He whispered, trying not to sound like he was already on the verge of crying just from seeing you this way. “What’s on your mind?” One finger snagged in one of the knots, and while he quickly withdrew his hand, a hushed apology coming from his lips, you didn’t even react to that. Not a wince, not a cringe, you just continued to sit stone still, it was terrifying. 

He moved from behind the couch to stand in front of you, your eyes didn’t waver, you didn’t even look at him. Even with him in your line of sight, it was like you were seeing right through him, he could feel his chest tightening and his throat closing up as his breaths became choked out. Seeing you now, seeing your face, you were the woman that he had fallen so madly in love with, yet you were so different. He had never seen you this bad, not at any point, not even when he had thought he was going to lose you before. This was worse, this was way worse. 

The light in your eyes had faded, and if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were simply a corpse mounted on the sofa cushions, displayed for the world to see the woman he loved so dearly. “Come now, your lunch is waiting…” He whispered shakily, biting on his bottom lips to keep it from jutting out. He reached out to grab your hand, stifling the shocked gasp that threatened to leave him when he felt how cold it was, your fingers like ice against his own. It wasn’t even that cold, it was like being touched by a ghost and it sent a shiver through him. “Please…” 

Minho wasn’t the type to plead or beg, not unless he truly felt that he needed to, and right now was one of those moments. He had been angry at you before, he had been livid at the thought that you were going to actually leave him, but now he felt nothing but desperation. He was losing you in a way that he never thought he would. It wasn’t just sadness, it was fear that had him lowering himself to his knees in front of you, grasping onto your hands like they were the last bit of thread keeping him from falling. 

“Fuck, baby please…” His hands squeezed yours, and he was so used to feeling you squeeze his back to let you know that you were listening, but you didn’t, you had no expression, and the only thing that let him know that you were still actually alive was the rise and fall of your chest as silent breaths left you and the intermittent blinking of your eyes. “Tell me what you need, what do you want me to do? Talk to me.” 

His eyes were boring into your own, watching, waiting, anticipating any kind of movement, any sound that you might make. When your mouth slowly opened, his heart began to race and he pushed himself up a little more on his knees to look at you better. “I don’t want to be here anymore…” You whispered, almost robotically, and those words had him falling back, his butt hitting the heels of his feet as he stared at you incredulously. It’s not like he didn’t know that that’s what you wanted the most, but he felt like he was doing the best he could to make life good for you. “But…” He blinked a few times, not exactly expecting there to be a follow up, but he listened intently. “I know you’re not going to let me actually leave… Not the way I truly want to… So…” 

Minho wasn’t stupid, not in the slightest, he was actually quite smart considering he was able to pull something like this off and not get caught yet. That meant that he was able to pick up on what you meant quite quickly, the realization had his stomach dropping and small sobs pushing past his lips. “No… No… I…” He stammered, blinking tears from his eyes as he fumbled to move closer to you. “I’m not letting you leave… I can’t lose you… And definitely not like that…” His words were rushed out, his hands moving to your face to cup your cheeks. “I love you… Why can’t you see that? If you can’t… Let me show you… Let me love you…” 

You followed him, of course you did, you let him hold your hand tightly as he pulled you off the couch and led you to the bedroom. It was the only time you felt truly loved by him, like you weren’t just some object that he refused to let go of. You followed him in these moments like a moth to a flame, in these moments you could forget about the reality of what you were stuck with, you could let yourself melt into the mattress while he was on top of you and pretend that things were normal for a little while. 

He was so gentle with you, carefully laying you down as his glassy eyes looked you over, admiring how beautiful you looked against the disheveled sheets on the bed that hadn’t been made. “What do you want me to do, my love… Tell me…” He cooed sweetly, practically falling over on top of you, holding himself up on his elbows as he kissed along your cheek and down to your neck, stopping at your collarbone to look up at you. 

“Doesn’t matter… Don’t care…” You muttered, staring blankly up at the ceiling. His heart ached seeing you like this, and it made him feel guilty. Did you even want to be with him right now or were you just doing it because you felt like you had no other choice? 

He pushed himself up, his eyebrows arched as he looked down at you. “It matters to me… I care… He murmured, and he watched as you closed your eyes, turning your head now so that you wouldn’t see him even if your eyes opened again. “Y/N… Look at me…” All of his weight shifted to one arm as he gripped your chin lightly, turning you to face him, and he’d wait all day for you to open your eyes, to actually see him. “You’re the only thing that matters to me, you’re all I care about… I need you in every single way… And I’m sorry I can’t give you exactly what you want… But I’ll give you anything else. Anything.” 

A single tear slipped through your closed eyelids, and he quickly caught it with his thumb, and although he hated to see you cry, he was thankful that he had gotten some kind of reaction out of you. “This is the only time you actually want me… The only time we want each other… So just give me this… You said you wanted me to feel loved… So do it…” You mumbled, and he was so conflicted. That’s not… This isn’t how he wanted you to feel when he was with you. You were so much more than this to him… But it’s what you wanted, and he could never deny you, he could never say no to you. 

He moved back to stand at the edge of the bed, his hands roaming over your body as his eyes glistened over with tears, your own eyes still screwed tightly shut. His hands shook as his fingers tucked beneath the waistband of the sweatpants that you were wearing, slowly pulling them down until they were pooled next to his feet on the floor. He was at a loss for words, and while he always tried to praise you, let you know how beautiful he found you, those words would only fall upon unlistening ears, so he kept those thoughts to himself, silently admiring every inch of your body as his fingers grazed along your bare thighs. 

Nothing about this felt right, even though there wasn’t exactly anything wrong either. Your lack of physical response, the way you just laid there, it was heart wrenching and it made him sick to his stomach. You wanted this, but not for the same reasons he did. 

Foreplay was one of his favorite things most of the time, he loved the way your hands would grasp at his shoulders or your fingers would tangle in his locks when his face was buried between your legs. He adored the way your skin would prickle at the slightest touch or the smallest kiss against one of your sweet spots, the way your body would tremble as you breathily begged him to stop teasing you. Now wasn’t the time for that though, he knew he wouldn’t get those reactions out of you, you’d most likely only get annoyed that he was taking longer than what you felt he needed to take. 

He took a deep breath as he slipped his own pants off, the boxers that he had been wearing falling with them into one small pile right beside your own. He climbed onto the bed between your legs, stroking himself as he stared at you, wishing that you would say something. “Do you not want to?” You whispered, and he let out a shaky sigh. Your assumption couldn’t be further from the truth, and he could explain to you what he was really thinking right now, how he was feeling, but he knew that in your state of mind you wouldn’t believe him anyway. 

“I do…” He attempted to reassure you, and your legs seemed to spread wider for him, and it was strange how, although the rest of you didn’t seem to react to anything he did, you were still glistening with a wetness that only he could cause. You wanted him, but only in this way, only like this… 

His cock was hard in his hands as he slid his tip between your folds, and while he saw a slight twitch in your legs, there were no sounds coming from you other than shaky breaths. He wanted you this way, he wanted to show you he loved you in the only way he felt that he truly could, but he wanted you to love him back, he wanted you to reciprocate in some kind of way. 

Maybe it would take a little more, maybe it would take for you to really feel him to feel the love that he felt for you. It was like every move he made was more calculated, his nerves on edge as he slowly pushed into you, biting back his own moan just so he could hear yours more clearly. You didn’t make a sound though, your eyes were squeezed tightly shut and your lips were drawn into a thin line, like you didn’t want him to hear you, hear how good he made you feel. “Y/N…” He whimpered out your name, a mixture between a moan and a cry, but you shook your head, letting out a sound like a whine. 

“Don’t…” You whispered, moving your hands up to cover your face, the action only breaking his heart more. He couldn’t understand why you were hiding from him, why you’d want to hide from him. “Don’t say my name… Like you love me…” It was like a gut punch, and the broken pieces that were left of his heart felt like they had been stomped on and shattered into little bits that would never fit back together properly. 

His hands moved to grab your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face and holding them down to the mattress beside your head, his fingers slipping up until they were laced between your own, holding your hands tightly as he leaned closer to you, his face mere inches from your own. “Look at me… Baby, look…” His hips had slowly began to thrust, nothing but desperation behind each roll of his hips into you. “I love you… I love you so much…” Each word was a plea for you to listen, and his shuddered breaths came out between small grunts when your walls would instinctively squeeze around him. 

Your hands tightened around his when he hit that sweet spot, your head rolling back and a loud gasp sharply falling from your lips when they parted. He had gotten something, but it wasn’t enough, it wouldn’t be enough until you believe him. You’d go right back to sitting on the couch once this was done, staring at nothing, hoping to leave him in any way that you could, and he wasn’t going to let that happen. 

Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let go of your hands to wipe them, instead letting them fall against your face and trickle down to your neck as he held himself above you. “Wh-What do you want me to do?” He begged, his thumb brushing along the outside of your hand, trying to get your attention on him. “How can I make you happy? How do I make you stop hurting?” His thrusts were slow, all of his sadness, his fear, his desperateness felt in each push. 

A small sob followed his questions, but it wasn’t his, it was yours, and your eyes finally opened to look up at him, and as much as he had wanted to see you, for you to look at him, the pained look in your eyes had his tears falling more. “I want you to love me… Minho…” You shakily whimpered, tears pooling in the outer corners of your eyes until they overflowed, spilling across your temple and onto the mattress. 

“I do…” He retorted, trying to sound stern, but he couldn’t hide it, your words were killing him. “How else am I supposed to show you? What do you want me to do, baby? I’ll do anything… Just… Don’t leave me… Believe me… I need you…” His body fell on top of yours, his face burying into your neck to kiss away the tear stains that he had left along your skin. “I don’t… I can’t let you go…” He muttered against your neck, sniffling softly. 

“I want you to love me… That’s the problem… You don’t… You don’t love me… You love owning me…” You whimpered out, trying to stifle your moans, not wanting to give in to the amazing feeling of him being inside of you, but it was getting harder with each rut of his hips, the motion pushing you further up the bed. “I can’t… Live like this anymore…” 

His hands squeezed tighter around yours, his breaths becoming raspy from both his hushed sobs and the moans that whispered past his lips. “I… I’m trying to be better… I’m trying… I’ll do whatever I have to do… I just want you to be happy…” His lips lightly brushed along your neck, moving up to the shell of your ear before he was holding himself up above you again, his eyes puffy and reddened from the tears that he had shed. “I love you… Everything about you… And I don’t want to lose that… I don’t want to lose you…” He leaned in to kiss you softly, your lips chapped from your open mouth panting, but he didn’t mind, not at all. You hadn’t pulled away, you didn’t turn your head, you let him kiss you. “Let me… Let me prove to you… How much I love you… One more chance… Please.” 

What did you have to lose other than the life that you had already lost because of him? There was only something to gain from saying yes, and you didn’t even say it, you simply nodded your head, trying to think as optimistically as possible. Even if it didn’t last forever, he was scared enough right now that he might be willing to do things that he would have never done before, he might be willing to let you do things. It was something to hold onto at least. “I love you, Minho…” You whispered, craning your neck to try to kiss him again and he quickly dipped in, his lips crashing against yours as fresh tears fell from both of your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere…” You assured him, even though the both of you knew that in the end, he’d never let you leave. You were stuck there, and you had come to the conclusion that you could either be miserable, or you could make his life miserable to finally get what you want. 

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[dd-is-my-guiltypleasure]

A LIFE IN THE DAY

David Duchovny: ‘Love can happen at any age, right?

The actor, 63, on The X Files, songwriting and snacking

EKATERINA GERBY

Interview by Helen Cullen

Wednesday January 17 2024, 12.01am GMT, The Sunday Time

Duchovny was born in New York City. He studied English at Princeton University and Yale, before breaking into acting in the late 1980s, starting in TV adverts and working his way up. In 1993 he began playing the role of the FBI agent Fox Mulder in The X Files, which ran for nine years. He later played Hank Moody in Californication. He has also released three folk-rock albums and published five novels — last year he directed a film adaptation of one of these, Bucky F***ing Dent. Duchovny has two grown-up children from his former marriage to the actress Téa Leoni. He lives in California, with his girlfriend, Monique Pendleberry, and his two dogs, Brick and Rookie.

I like to get up at dawn because those are my best thinking and writing hours. I love the sunrise but it also means I can get some work done before the sun gets too much. That’s the best time of day for me. I have a coffee that makes me think I’m brilliant for ten minutes and that’s all I need to get going.

Food to me is just fuel and I don’t have very advanced taste buds. I think everything kind of tastes OK, which people react to with suspicion. For breakfast I like oatmeal — what my Scottish mother called porridge.

If I’m filming I still like an early start, but I shot my recent film What Happens Later, with Meg Ryan, all through the night because we filmed in a regional airport after it closed at 9pm. That’s a bit of a nightmare for me as a morning person, but we developed a great camaraderie from working while the world was asleep. My daughter, West, thought it was great to see a romantic comedy film with people my age, but I don’t think of myself as any age, so I hadn’t thought about that. Love can happen at any age, right?

Everybody wants me to have a hobby, but I’m blessed because I love my work. I’ve been able to branch out into music, writing and directing. With songwriting I can pick up the guitar at any time. If you wait for inspiration to hit, you’ll be sitting on your ass for ever.

I knock off for lunch about 12pm. That’s when I have the one big meal of the day that would be recognisable to other humans as a proper meal — vegetables and a protein such as fish. The rest of the time I snack.

In the afternoon I work out. I love the games I played when I was younger — boxing, tennis and basketball — but as I get older I tend to get hurt doing those, so I’ve found Pilates is best for me. It’s still super hard but the least dangerous.

I live in Malibu and the height of my fame has passed, so it’s not difficult for me to move around any more. It’s a different era now because everybody has a phone, so paparazzi are more a thing of the past. I tend to go to the same places where people are bored of seeing me.

There are always different reasons why fans might stop me — it could be still because of The X Files or Californication. I am very proud of The X Files. I can’t think of another show like it in terms of cultural impact and longevity. I just thought we were making good, goofy TV but Chris Carter, the creator and director, saw what was coming in terms of the culture of conspiracy theories. Gillian Anderson [his co-star] and I went from being unknown to globally recognised in a couple of years. We don’t get to see each other that much as she lives in London, but there’s no one else I can share that with.

West is an actor now too. It wasn’t something that I would have charted out for her because I know how difficult it is, even more so for a woman, but I want her to do something she’s passionate about. There are still dark corners in Hollywood but the pitfalls and dangers are much more upfront.

I do enjoy a party, but I’d rather spend time with friends in the evening. Because I like to get up so early, I go to bed early also. I feel electric light has really f***ed with our sense of mind and body, and that we were made to hide in the cave at night from predators and wake up with the sun, so I try to do that. Constitutionally, I feel like that works for me.

Words of wisdom

Best advice I was given

It doesn’t matter if people laugh; it matters if it feels funny to you

Advice I’d give

There’s no such thing as good advice — you have to come to it on your own

What I wish I’d known

Take a moment to appreciate what you’ve done before worrying about the next thing

What Happens Later is in cinemas now and available to stream in spring. The Reservoir by David Duchovny is out now (Akashic Books £19.95)

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[judysxnd]

Hiiii!! I have a Pedro request - f & plus size reader if that is okay!

So reader has some friends visiting/staying at Pedro’s place for holiday whilst he’s on a break from projects and they all decide to go out for casual brunch one day. They think they have slipped out incognito however haven’t realised that someone caught wind and alerted the paparazzi (who are outside restaurant waiting to pounce). When they leave Pedro and reader get mobbed by paps (reader is shoved/pushed an gets hurt - grazes, split lip, possible black eye i’ll let you choose). Pedro becomes protective and quickly tries to get them back home. He then tends to the wounds etc and consoles them.

Make it as angsty/fluffy as you like, thankyouuu!! <3

Not going to lie, I delayed this one a little because I wasn’t in a bad mood, like, sometimes I write the ideas when it matches my mood, not sure if it’s good or not but here I am today trying to write this one as I don’t really feel good. I don’t really know how to explain it, and it doesn’t really matter, so there it is!

Also I noticed I’ve never written any story set up during winter, probably because I don’t like it 😂 I’m going to try here. It’s a small detail that will help.

I hope you like it!!!

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You were the first one to arrive at Pedro’s house. He invented a few friends to his house for the weekend as he finally came back from filming. He was on a break as it was a week before new year’s. Of course he came back for Christmas, but he didn’t get to see you before leaving to spend the holidays with his family and you with yours.

So, he decided to make a new year’s weekend. It was on a Sunday, so it was perfect. He wanted to do a party on Saturday night and a nice brunch the next day to like sober up and start the year with his closest friends. It would be later in the afternoon probably as no one would be up for 12 or even 1pm. So you arrived there first like you wanted, hoping to have a few moments alone with him. You haven’t seen him un months. FaceTime and texts don’t count as real physical interactions. After some time everyone started to arrive, so the party could start.

The party went great. Music blasting very loud, drinking, dancing, talking, playing games, everything that could be done was done. You all counted down till midnight. Not to forget the tradition, Pedro kissed you went the clock rang. You were blushing as you didn’t expect him to kiss you. You hoped for it, but you’re so used to be private and never do anything in public that it surprised you.

Yes. You’re dating, but you’ve not made anything official. You want to see where it goes before making big commitments, plus you don’t want to deal with all the haters and such. You have other stuff to be focused on. But, your closest a friends know about it, so you don’t have to hide in your own home surrounded by people you can trust.

The party went on until 3/4am. That’s why you only woke up in the afternoon. It was around 12pm, and you were the last to wake up. You were surprised as you thought no one would be up so early, but it was good, because it meant you could go eat at the restaurant.

Going out after that party was risky, but Pedro made reservations in a secluded spot, so you wouldn’t see anyone. He wanted to have a fancy lunch, but didn’t want to have it at home. You tried to come as secretly as possible, in a regular car, almost entering the place one by one. And you did, well at least that’s what you thought.

When you were at the end of the lunch, trying to enjoy your desserts, you all heard voices outside. Not paying attention to it at first, thinking it was maybe a big group at a table in the restaurant, you tried to get back to your lunch. But Pedro had a feeling. He got up and went to the bathroom, making him go through the restaurant. As he did, he caught a glance outside and saw what he feared: a large group of paparazzi trying to get in.

“We have a problem” he said as he came back, looking worried.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him as he sat back next to you, avoiding any eye contact. You put your hand on his thigh. “Pedro”

“Paparazzi” everyone looked at him. “I don’t know how they know, but they’re outside waiting for us”

“seriously” one of his friends sighed

“How?” Another one asked, upset

“I don’t know” Pedro said, starting to get angry too

“Let’s finish our desserts then we will improvise” you said trying to calm him down

“I can’t believe it” he said shaking his head, grabbing his spoon and picking a piece of his cake. “I made a reservation, we arrived in small groups, no one saw us”

“It’s okay” you said “we’ll go out by the back door”

“No it’s not okay. We should be able to leave outside, in peace”

“I know”

You all tried to finish your desserts as relaxed and happy as you could, but it was a lost cause. No one talked, too focused on what could happen next. You all had a reason to fear this moment, making you angrier at each second. At some point you had to leave, so Pedro got up and left the room first. You decided to join him, not wanting him to make some mistake because of his anger.

“Excuse me, I would like to speak to the manager” Pedro said at the first server he saw once he got out. The young man pointed to an older one behind a bar, talking to a lady. You both walked to him, which made him stop his conversation.

“Hello” he said nervously

“Hi, I was wondering if there was another exit to leave because as you can see it’s a little complicated for us to just go through the front door” he said in a dry tone

“I’m sorry but there isn’t”

“What?” You said surprised

“What do you mean there isn’t an other exit?” Pedro was getting angrier

“Don’t you have an emergency exit?”

“We do but it just leads to a backyard, completely closed by walls”

“Shit” Pedro said looking around. “So what if there’s a fire you’re just stuck in there? What kind of restaurant is this?” He started to raise his voice

“Calm down P, it’s not his fault” you said putting your hand in his stomach.

“Yeah by the way, how did they know we were here?” He asked “When I made my reservation, which was made with you precisely, how did it get out?”

“I-I don’t know” he said anxiously. “Only the two servers and I knew about your reservation”

“So it’s the two servers. I would like to see them”

“I’m not sure if it is a good idea” you said, looking at Pedro who was staring at the manager. “Pedro” he finally looked at you, his eyes filled with anger. “I think we should focus on leaving and get home safe, that’s all that matters” he took a deep breath

“Okay. Let’s get out of here” you took his hand and you both went back to the room where you had your lunch. “So, there’s no back door, we’ll just have to confront the paparazzi” he said to everyone. They all started to mumble and swear.

“Let’s go” you said

You took a deep breath as you followed Pedro outside, holding his hand tightly. You barely stepped outside that all you could see were flashes from their cameras. You didn’t realize there were so many people. It was the worst minute of your life and it was going insanely slow. Pedro struggled so much to get through them that you felt like you weren’t even walking.

You couldn’t even hear what they were saying. You just heard words here and there. “Pedro! Pedro! How do you feel being seen with Y/n?” You first heard. “What… think.. her size?” You then heard. They were trying to get any type of reaction. If they couldn’t get a good one, they would search on the negative ones. Sadness, anger, anything that would make a perfect picture. “Defenseless”, “.. heard fat jokes?”, “weird relationship”, “Pedro what do you see in Y/n?” And laughing.

As you thought it couldn’t get worse, they thought it would be funny to start pushing around. As if being verbally mean wasn’t enough, they started to get physical. Pedro always told you to never respond to anyone if they were too many people, to keep your head down and leave as fast as possible. But they were really too many. You’ve ever seen so much people. They probably had no one else to harass. Business was hard for them.

That’s what made them touch you. You felt hands trying to grab your arms. You even felt some touching your stomach. You felt tears forming in your eyes, but you had to hide them, it wasn’t the right time. Pedro stayed very close to you, holding you close to him. He was begging them to stop. The weather didn’t help. The snow on the ground, it was freezing and slippery. As you were being pushed around, you found it hard to walk properly.

You had to look up to see where you were going. But when you did, something unexpected happen. You’ll remember that moment for the rest of your life. You were almost out of the group, you looked up, a little on your right. You randomly looked at a camera, but it was the bad one.

Because the camera went down, not taking you in pictures anymore. You then looked at the person behind. A young lady, she looked younger than you. She was wearing a red beanie and she had curly blond hair. You saw the expression in her eyes: jealousy. She was filled with anger, not sure why at first. But then, you saw that she raised her hand, formed a fist that ended on your face. More specifically in your left eye.

Her action made you fall on the ground, slipping off Pedro’s embrace that was trying to protect you. Once on the ground, it was difficult to focus. Too many flashes, Pedro yelling, his friends trying to gather around you to hide and protect you. Next thing you knew, Pedro grabbed you and helped you run as far away as he could.

Once you finally got to his car, you couldn’t hold the tears anymore. Neither of you said anything. You still in the rush and too scared. Pedro wanted to drive you to the emergency room, just to make sure you didn’t get a concussion or anything. But he knew it would be a bad idea. The paparazzi would know you would do that, and the same scene would happen again.

He could still call a doctor to come home if needed. So he drove home. Once there, he helped you get out, and you both walked to his bathroom. Once you were laying against the sink, seeing you were stable, that’s when he broke the silence.

“Are you okay?” He looked at you, but you couldn’t look at him. You were staring at the floor. “I’m so sorry, I should have protected you more, I-” he stopped talking when you hold his hand. He get you were still shaking. You were in shock. You finally made eye contact

“It’s.. it’s not your fault” you said softly. Your voice was so low that you didn’t even know if you actually said it out loud

“I know but still, I could have done better”

“Don’t feel guilty” you said turning around, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your skin was turning purple around your eye. You barely touched it that it hurt. “Ouch”

“Let me take care of you” he said breaking the space between you two, putting his hands on your shoulders. He then grabbed your hand and brought you to his bedroom and made you sit on the edge.

He held your feet, carefully removing your shoes covered in snow. Your pants were wet because of your fall, and you had snow on your coat. Pedro helped you get out of your clothes and left you in your underwear.

“Don’t move” he said before rushing to the bathroom again. You heard him open the water. Ten minutes later he came out, walked to you, offering his hand. Grabbing it, you both went back in the bathroom. “Get in the bath, I’ll get ice for your eye” you smiled. “We’ll clean those little wounds after okay?” He said looking at the small red wounds you had in your arms and legs. You would definitely bruise there too.

He helped you get in, and left you alone for a moment. You surprisingly felt a little better. The pain started to get away, probably thanks to the hot water that made you forget your own body. You closed your eyes and started to breath deeply, trying to calm down. But it only made you relive that scene again. Your eyes shuttered open when you saw the punch again.

Pedro came back with ice for your eye. He even helped you wash yourself as your body was starting to hurt. After the bath, he cleaned your wounds and put cream on it. He brought your pyjamas and helped you get dressed. The pain was coming back, you could barely move. Your body was stiff.

“How do you feel?” He said holding your face

“Everything hurts”

“What about your eye?” He said looking carefully at the bruise

“Only when I touch it”

“And your head? Do you feel dizzy or anything? Nausea?”

“I’m good”

“I just want to make sure you don’t have a concussion or anything”

“She didn’t hit me that hard” you sighed

“Still”

“I’m fine” you looked at each other

“We don’t have to talk about it now, or tomorrow, but I don’t want you to withdraw into yourself. I’m here okay?”

“Thank you” you said hugging him. You pulled back, looking at him when you realized. “Wait, are you okay? Did you get hurt or something? I didn’t even ask, d-”

“I’m okay, they didn’t get me” you felt better “I wished they hit me instead of you”

“Don’t say that”

“I would rather they hurt me than you”

“Look I’m okay, it’s just a few bruises”

“Are you sure? They said some pretty bad things back there” you didn’t answer right away as you started to remember it. “Shit I made you remember it” Pedro said, realizing what he just did. “But let me make it clear, what they said isn’t true okay? It’s not important what they said, they were just trying to get us to snap. Cariño you’re the sweetest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on” he said, his hands on your face. You felt butterflies in your stomach. You smiled and probably blushed too as you felt your cheeks heating.

“No no yeah I know it’s not true, I know how they are..” you tried to reassure him “let’s just go to bed okay? I just want this day to be over”

“What a way to start this new year” he joked. He was unsure if he should have said that so he was paying attention to your reaction. But when you chuckled he felt better. He saw a small smile on your face. It reassured him.

After talking a little to his friends and saying good night, you both went to bed together, cuddled up. None of you letting go of each other. You spent the night glued together.

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[josephquinnswhore]

Hi there! Let me start off by saying that I absolutely adore your writing :D

I have a request if that is okay:

Could you do one of Pedro x plus!size reader where he comes home and finds reader on the couch/in bed crippled with awful period pains and are feeling really emotional about pain/how they look when like this? He does everything in his power to make them feel better (it breaks his heart seeing his world like this). Make it as emotional and as fluffy as you like!

Thankyou, take care <3

I’ve Got You

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x female/plus size reader.

Summary: Pedro takes care of you while you’re on your period.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warning: mentions of blood, insecurity, nudity, slightly suggestive behaviour & language.

Note: I’m going to make it that the reader has PCOS, I hope that’s okay. Cause it needs more awareness 🤍 thanks for requesting, I hope you love it. Thank you so much for your kind words anon, sorry for the wait 🥰

On a normal day, by midday you would have showered, cleaned the house, ticking off your chores one at a time as you listen to the music playing off the tv that had connected to your Spotify. You would have made yourself breakfast, normally something fresh and fulfilling and homemade. Lunch you would have made an extra serving for Pedro to enjoy when he got home, he was expected to be home around this time, and gone on a run around the city and stop by the local Starbucks for your routine afternoon coffee and cake with Pedro as you watch a movie. You’d have watered the house plants and read a few chapters of your favourite book that sat beside the bed as Pedro dozed off on your lap as you hold the book open in one hand skilfully and massaged his head with the other hand.

But today was not a normal day. It was a day where even at midday, 12pm. You were stuck in bed, still wearing your pyjamas from the night before, hair starting to form knots as you hadn’t taken out the braids or brushed it out. Your only moment out of the comfort you found in this bed was to go to the toilet, and even that was a struggle. You held both hands on your stomach, cradling it as if it would help alleviate the pain that had you doubled over as you waddle to the bathroom, when you realise you had just started your period, the inconvenience earning a groan from you. That was hours ago, 5 hours ago to be exact. You’d done nothing since, you were simply existing.

Pedro was due home any minute as you gather the strength to check the time, the watch on your wrist turning on the minute. Your cramps haven’t subsided, the worsening pain that formed in your abdomen has now spread to your thighs, back and even shoulders, your whole body aching from the severity of the pain your period brought on. You were diagnosed with a hormonal disorder, PCOS, which contributed to your excruciating period pains and emotionally charged state of depression. Your hormones had you in a vice grip, forcing the tears out of your eyes as the pain turns up a notch, your cramps unwavering in their determination to cause you as much pain as possible, your legs feel a sensation of numbness.

You just want to stand up, maybe just long enough to fetch a heating pad, or some sleeping pills to knock you out of the consciousness so you didn’t have to feel the pain, your stomachs emptiness added to the ache your tummy felt, the extra squish of your stomach ends up between your fingers tight grip, trying to create a new pain to destruct yourself with. Your frustration is growing by the minute, the pain and hormones are driving you insane, all you want is Pedro to come home and hold you. But also not want to see him at all, you never wanted him to see you like this; crippled and unhygienic, lethargic and depressed; the house was still a mess and you felt ashamed that nothing had been done.

The front door shuts and you brace yourself for Pedro to express his disappointment at the state of the house; and you. “Honey?” When he calls out you don’t respond, instead you clench your eyes, the tears that had been welling fell down your cheeks, your sobs you’d been holding in had escaped your wet lips. He didn’t expect to find you like this; but immediately knew what was happening, he knew what to expect with you, knew you were fragile and he had to tread carefully.

His large hand was soft on the side of your face as he caressed your cheeks, his fingers tickling you as he wipes your tears. “Oh honey.” You’re too ashamed to meet his gaze, you can feel his warmth and his soft gaze but you’re too embarrassed to look at him. His fingers carefully wipe the tears under your eyes, your wet eyelashes stick together as he does so. “Look at me honey.” His voice sounds like honey, it’s so sweet and tooth rotting, how could you not look at him when he asks. Your eyes open hesitantly, tears still falling from them and through the blurriness it creates you see a concerned look on your boyfriends face.

“I-I’m I haven’t cleaned or showered I just-“ your voice cracks and stutters from the emotion turmoil you’re going through. “Don’t ever apologise to me for that honey. You’re in pain and I don’t expect you to do anything while you’re suffering.” Your lip wobbles and you breathe out a laugh, sniffling as you realise how silly you feel for thinking he would be mad at you, he has never treated you anything less than perfect.

“Can you stand? We’re going to get you showered, it might help with the cramps.” You bit your lip, “I don’t know, I might need you to help me.” You mumble, “I got you honey, come on, that’s it.” His hands are outstretched towards you and guides you off the bed and into the bathroom, you’re half crouched over and holding your stomach, the movement seems to be helping the pain ever so slightly. He turns the hot water on high, the cold water barely running through the shower head. “Try the water hun and let me know how it feels.” You step to the edge of the shower, your fingers emerging into the steaming water and you hun in delight, “it’s perfect.”

“Let’s get you undressed now hm?” Your eyes held doubt, not wanting him to see the soaked pad you’re wearing. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, just let me take care of you.” You nod, silently agreeing to let him help you, your whole face is red in embarrassment as he undressed you, your pyjamas stripped of you and Pedro admires your body, your tits drop as they sit in place, slightly sagging from the weight of them, your soft stomach hangs over your pubic bone, your love handles poke out over your underwear, the small bow in the middle of them hidden until Pedro takes them off. He kneels down and cradles your stomach, kissing it, wishing he could do more to take the pain away.

His fingers hook underneath the band of your underwear, looking at you as he pulls them down, sensing your discomfort. You lift your feet and he pulls your underwear off your body, “hop in baby.” He urges and you do, a soft moan leaves your body as the steaming hot water hits your body, almost immediately providing a temporary relief, you hear the lord of the bin near the toilet close as he discards of your disposables. To your surprise, he strips of his own clothing and steps into the shower behind you, his hands are almost immediately on your hips, running up and down your curves, fingers digging in as he massages you, your knees almost buckle and he grips your hips, “got you baby, I won’t let you fall.”

The way his fingers felt on your skin was euphoric, all you could think about was how they’d feel in your- what was it with being on your period that made you so horny? You clench your thighs together and sigh in frustration. “I know baby, I know.” He kisses the skin between your neck and shoulder, worsening the urge to take him in the shower.

He’s soaping up a green luifer, the body wash suds smell amazing, the pomegranate and berry scent was incredible, the steam carried the scent throughout the room. He starts with your breasts, washing them and moving down to your stomach, paying extra attention to your abdomen, the soap between his fingers make them glide down your wet skin. It feels incredible, you feel clean and comfortable, the pain was barely noticeable with the hot water and the massage of Pedro’s fingers on your shoulders, he drags the soap down your back and rubs his fingers in circles, his skilled fingers create a sinful sensation that makes you throw your head back, resting on his chest and you hum to yourself in contentment. “How are you feeling honey?”

Your eyes flutter as they struggle to stay open, “feel amazing baby.” Your voice is almost slurred with how good you’re feeling. The laugh the comes out of your boyfriends mouth is a sweet melody to your ears, “we’d better get you something to eat, can’t have this beautiful tummy empty can we sweetheart?” You shake your head no, the grumble of your empty stomach agreeing with his statement.

When you’re dressed and out of the shower you feel a bit better, the ache is full and still lingering. Pedro offers some anti inflammatory tablets to encourage you to try and alleviate the pain.

He makes your favourite meal, cooks it fresh using ingredients from his fridge, your mouth is salivating at the smell as he’s cooking and you can hardly wait, but thankfully he’s quick in cooking you food knowing you’re impatient having not eaten at all today. Hell accompany the food with a bottle of water, he doesn’t want you to get dehydrated.

“You wanna pick the movie?” He asks, watching you as you eat your meal, the steam not deterring you from eating it although it’s hot. “Narcos,” you mumble with a mouth full of half chewed food, Pedro’s not bothered. He does raise an eyebrow at your choice of what to watch. “Seriously?” You huff, swallowing your food. “Yeah seriously, I wanna see my seriously sexy boyfriend when he was younger. Even though he is even sexier with age.” You sent him a wink and he chuckles at you, “okay, okay fine.” He plays what you want, just glad you’re feeling better, you’re feeling clean, refreshed, your pain is being medicated, your plush tummy is being attended to with your favourite food. The chores weren’t done; but to hell with the house. You were more important.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal PCOS reader #pedro pascal plus size reader #pedro pascal fem reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x period fic #pedro pascal comfort #pedro pascal rpf

[bunnyywritings]

nerves and motorcycle rides

SOUL EATER EVANS x FEM!READER

[a/n: i'm gonna change my theme so i'll add a header later but i've been rewatching my favorite shows so expect more of these! enjoy !! <3]

© bunnyywritings pls don't use my headers or writing without permission

wc: 1.5k words

warnings: a few swear words and modern!au kinda lol

Maka eyed Soul in amusement, watching as her weapon partner gazed at you in the cafeteria. You had been chatting it up with your meister as you two waited in line, trays in hand. Soul had been crushing on you bad. He was disheartened because he thought you and your partner were a couple but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. 

She had spoken to you at a party a few days ago and subtly asked if you were seeing anyone. You adamantly denied it as your eyes searched the small crowd until falling on a familiar head of white hair, a deep red blush on your cheeks that you had hoped Maka had waved off as the liquor in your cup, that you definitely should not have been drinking. 

From then on it was almost sickening to see the sweet unnoticed glances the both of you threw at each other. 

“Soul, just ask her out already.” Tsubaki suggested lightheartedly, stealing the words that were about to roll off of Maka’s tongue. 

The blonde nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Soul. Cool guys should speak up about what they’re feeling.” She teased. 

“Tch, forget it.” He turned back to look at his food, pushing it around with a fork. “She’s already with someone.” 

“Who? (Y/n)? No she’s not.” Kid hummed as he, Liz, and Patty took their seats at the table. 

“How would you know?” Soul grimaced, waiting for some kind of punchline. 

“Cause she said so.” Patty shrugged like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“She comes over to get her nails done by Liz and she’s surprisingly very gossip-y.” Kid took a sip of his water. 

“Yeah, she said she had her eye on someone.” Liz moved her eyebrows suggestively at Soul. “She was trying to be vague about her description but it was obviously you.” 

Soul said nothing as he processed all this information. As long as he had known you, you were always a little shy and closed off. Maka and the others had helped you out of your cocoon so, when you all hung out together outside of school, he got to see another side of you. Your boisterous laughter was melodic and infectious, your smiles unabashed and wide, even going as far as throwing around sarcastic and snarky quips here and there. It was his favorite thing to see your cheeks rosy as you joined Patty in whatever silly antics possessed her. 

“Hey guys!” Your meister grinned as you both took a seat. Your eyes scanned everyone  before they met Soul’s. He could’ve sworn they lit up as you sent a shy smile his way. 

Oh Lord, you were gonna be the death of him. 

The weekend came rather quickly and Soul found himself bored and alone at home. Maka had gone to the library with Tsubaki and Kid to study and Blair was working a shift at Chupa Cabra’s. He had cleaned to keep busy but after that, there really wasn’t much to do and it was only 12pm. 

“Oh man, this is totally uncool.” He muttered, slumping into the couch cushion. He stared at the wall for a bit before a vibration against his thigh snapped him out of his daze. Hastily pulling it out of his pocket, he flipped it over and his heart started to beat faster at your picture filling his screen. He cleared his throat. 

“Hey, what’s up?” 

His voice sent a shiver down your spine. “H-Hey Soul, are you-are you busy?” 

“Not at all.” Never too busy for you is what he really wanted to say. 

“Okay, uhm well I was gonna grab s-some coffee and maybe go shopping.” You paused and he waited patiently for you to continue. “I was wondering if you wanted to maybe come with me?” 

He was stunned silent, you wanted to hang out with him? “But only if you want to! There’s-uhm there’s no pressure, obv-obviously.” He thought your panic was cute. 

“Yeah, that sounds like fun. I’m in. I’ll pick you up in…20 minutes. S’that okay?” 

“Y-yeah! Yes, more than okay. See you in twenty!” He could hear your beaming smile and it made his lips stretch into one as well. 

“I’ll see you in twenty.” He confirmed before hanging up. 

He rushed to get dressed, grabbing his extra helmet before driving the familiar route to your apartment. 

Your fingertips were buzzing with nervous excitement as you waited for Soul, however, as a familiar motorcycle came rumbling to a stop not too far from you, your nerves skyrocketed. How could you forget he drove a motorcycle?!

“Hey! Ready to go?” He smiled so gently at you, it almost made you forget about your nerves entirely. Keyword: almost.

“Uhm y-yeah, I just uh…I’ve never been on a-a motorcycle before.” Your cheeks were incredibly red and he eyed as you fiddled with your nails. 

“Ah shit, I should’ve asked if that was okay.” He was mentally smacking his forehead. “I could get us an Uber or something?” 

“N-No! That’s okay, I don’t mind…just a little nervous.”

“Are you sure?” He’d just die if he ever made you feel uncomfortable.You nodded, determination clear in your eyes that made a little smirk lift the edge of his mouth. “Alright, hop on.” 

He got on first, holding the bike steady as you climbed on the seat behind him. You had the visor up on the helmet and he thought it was adorable to see how it squished your cheeks a little bit. “You can wrap your arms around me to hold on.” He looked down and watched as your shaky hands wrapped around his torso. “Hold on tight, m’kay?” You nodded. “If you want me to slow down, tap twice.” He felt your hand gently smack against where it rested near his hip. 

“Good. Just like that.” His praise made your breath hitch.

When he pulled away from the curb, he grinned at the muffled squeak that came from you before you leaned into him even more, arms tightening around him. You were so warm, he could get addicted to your touch if you’d let him. 

At a light, he rested his feet against the ground and without really thinking, he rested his hand atop yours. The feeling of his hand had startled you slightly but you definitely weren’t complaining. A surge of confidence filled your body and you shifted your fingers so they slotted between his. He glanced down and almost couldn’t believe it, the back of your hand was a little cold against his warm palm so his thumb moved to gently caress your skin in an attempt to warm you up. 

His coffee seemed to taste sweeter than usual but he chalked it up to the rose colored tint that you brought to his life. He had bought a few things at the thrift you had suggested going to but he was most grateful for having been able to see you step in and out of the dressing rooms, asking his opinions on outfits, both of you turning red when you had meekly stepped out in a short black skirt with cherries on it. 

Sadly, the day was coming to an end and he had to drop you off back home. 

But as he parked and helped you off of his bike, you seemed to be trying to prolong going inside. You gazed at him for a second. He was leaning on his bike and facing you, half sitting on his seat with his legs spread. He was also letting himself take you in. You had gotten cold and he had gladly given you his blue pullover to wear. 

“Okay…well uhm th-thanks Soul. I had fun.” 

“Yeah, me too…” He looked down at his feet, desperately thinking of something else to say. 

You smiled sadly, upset that you were so scared to make a move. “Goodnight.” He echoed the sentiment and watched you slump back into your apartment building, still in his sweater. 

“I’m such an idiot.” He groaned, moving to pull his helmet on. 

“Soul!” Surprised, he halted his movements and rested the helmet in his lap. 

“(Y/n)? What happe-” You rushed over and he was cut off when your lips met his. He immediately reciprocated and held your waist so you didn’t fall over, smiling into the kiss when a small noise left your throat, deepening it and pulling you closer until your hands rested against his chest. 

Pulling away, you refused to meet his eyes. So he gently gripped your chin and turned your gaze back to him. “Can I kiss you again?” His pleading tone made you weak in the knees, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. You muttered, “Yes.” And he dove right back in. 

Once he was home, a dazed smile was permanently on his lips. 

Not even the text message from your weapon in the groupchat could change that. 

fucking finally !! [image attached]

If anything, he was glad that the moment was captured, almost straight out of a movie. 

#soul eater x reader #soul eater evans x reader #soul eater fluff #soul eater x fem!reader #soul eater evans x fem!reader

[hypersonic04]

Part Two:

I couldn't wait to post part two!

Word count: 2,091

He's the first thing I think about when I wake up that morning, the cold chill of November blanketing my one-bedroom apartment as I lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Even now, as I find myself in the comfort of my bedroom, my mind feels like it's trapped, trapped in the cold stares and standoffish behaviour of a man I met yesterday.

In an attempt to alleviate some of the mental torture I seem to be experiencing, I force myself to get ready and feel some kind of excitement for the day ahead. This is huge! Not only have I always wanted to write at Real World Studios, but I'm writing for The 1975. I can't let anything ruin this for me.

It's bitterly cold as I leave the flat, my numb fingers fishing around in my bag for my car keys. Once I unlock the car, I sit in the drivers seat for a few minutes. Breathe.

I stick the key in and turn it.

And turn it again.

And again.

"You're kidding me." I whisper. "No, no, no..."

This has to be some kind of sick joke.

The car refuses to start, and I wonder whether this is some sort of sign from the universe.

It's 11, the drive takes approximately 35 minutes, and I told Matty I'd be there by 12pm. 'On the dot' were my exact words, actually. According to my calculations, a faulty car might delay the journey slightly.

Thankful for the quick exchange of phone numbers before we parted ways the day before, I send him a quick text. The phone rings moments later.

"I'm so sorry, my car just won't start, and-" I start immediately. Great first impression, Iris. Super professional.

"Hey, it's fine. You live like half an hour away, right?"

"Yeah, I guess I could Uber, but I won't make it for 12."

"One of us will come and pick you up. Send me your address, will you?"

After the phone call ends and a few more messages are exchanged, I admit to myself that I am, in fact, going to have to accept the help they're offering and leave the car. I wait inside the apartment.

I'm outside

The unknown sender confuses me at first, but I quickly remember that I never got Adam or George's numbers. I gather my things and rush down, spotting an unfamiliar black Audi not too far down the street.

I squint my eyes in an attempt to identify who's sat behind the tinted windscreen, shielding my eyes from the winter sunshine.

I'm not sure whether the feeling in my stomach means that I want to throw up, cry, or maybe both, actually. He's on his phone, head tilted downwards, and for a moment it's like it's a different version of Ross to the one I met yesterday. He looks cosy, the navy sweater he's wearing complementing his soft eyes, and I notice that he's smiling down at his phone. It's probably his girlfriend, I think to myself, and at the same time, I feel my heart drop in the same way it did when my high school crush asked another girl to prom. Completely unsolicited, and even more so right now.

I take a deep breath as I near the car and he looks up, unlocking the doors for me.

"Morning." He says first as I open the car door, slipping into the seat beside him. The car is warm, and I have to use every inch of self restraint to not complement the overwhelming smell of his aftershave. It's like it coats every inch of the car, forcing my hairs to stand in a way that only ever happens at a once in a lifetime concert, or when there's a huge plot twist in a book.

"Thank you so much for picking me up." I say, meeting his eyes for the first time since getting in the car. He looks tired, tired in a different way than he did yesterday. "I'll give you the petrol money."

"Don't worry about it, it's fine."

Silence engulfs the car and it feels suffocating. Maybe he's just not a very talkative guy.

"What's wrong with your car?" He says suddenly, slicing through the quiet with a clearing of his throat, his eyes still fixed ahead, like if he looked at me he might turn to stone or something.

"I'm not sure." I keep my eyes on the road. "It just wouldn't start when I turned the key."

Again, silence for a few seconds, and I assume the conversation is over.

"Might want to get that looked at."

"Hm, yeah."

I steal a glance over at him. His side profile gives me butterflies and I have to remind myself that he's been nothing but cold to me. He looks over at me and our eyes catch for a second, before I turn towards the road again. The rest of the ride is tense, but it's a different kind of tension than yesterday, not the kind I can identify.

It's like I've been holding my breath the whole way there when we finally get out of the car. I find myself walking off in front, desperate for space.

"Good morning!" Matty says enthusiastically, opening his arms for a hug like we've known each other for years. I accept it after a moment's hesitation.

"I'm sorry about the whole car thing." I say to them all, taking off my coat and scarf as I do so.

"It's ok. Ross to the rescue, eh?" Matty says with a smirk and I open and close my mouth like a goldfish, attempting to think of something witty to reply. Nothing.

We get settled in the studio with cups of tea, cigarettes, pens and paper, guitars. I tuck my knees up to my chest and listen through the soft acoustic demo George plays for me.

"It's nowhere near ready, and there's no lyrics for it yet."

I take in the gentle strum of the strings, soft percussion, and what seems to be Matty's mindless humming of a melody. It's beautiful, even at this stage. I close my eyes for a second and try to imagine vocals over it, nodding my head to place the beat and almost forgetting the company that I'm in.

When I look back up, I'm met with Ross' dark eyes. I avert my gaze from him immediately, embarrassment washing over me and tinting my cheeks pink.

"Yeah, it's great." I look down at the empty piece of paper in front of me and awkwardly tuck some hair behind my ear. "Really great."

"We just need Ross to do the bassline and then some other bits of production, and lyrics obviously." Adam adds.

I copy the melody Matty had hummed on the track, repeating it over and over as lyrics flood my head. He comes to sit next to me and peers over at what I'm writing.

"I like that." He jabs his finger at one specific line, and I nod in agreement. "The only time I feel I might get better is when we are together," He repeats out loud, George and Adam nodding too.

"I'm not sure about it." Ross pipes up.

"What's not to like about it?" George lets out a small laugh before realising that he's actually being serious.

"I just don't think it's very The 1975."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Matty bites, shaking his head with a confused expression on his face.

"It just doesn't feel like 'us'."

"Isn't that the aim?" I defend myself. "Matty said that this album's more timeless, earnest. That line is both of those things."

"Just because it's what Matty said doesn't mean it's right." He laughs sarcastically, shooting me a look that I can only describe as disdain. My blood boils as I return his sarcastic manner, shaking my head.

"If you were at the meeting yesterday, you could have voiced that." I snap. George looks between Ross and I, eyebrows raised. I get up with a sigh and head outside, the silence in the room only annoying me further.

The fresh air does me some good. Maybe Ross is right, my songs aren't very 'The 1975', but maybe that's why Jamie and Jack thought it was a good idea for me to work with them. Matty said it himself, this one needs to feels different, like a collaboration.

"Are you ok?" George's voice brings me out of my daydream.

"Yeah, just..." I shake my head, trailing off. "I don't know, I don't take criticism well."

"Just for the record, I really liked your idea." He smiles and I laugh, thanking him with a grin. We stand in silence for a few moments. I fold my arms over my chest and rest against the brick.

"What is his problem?" I say eventually. "I know you said that it wasn't personal yesterday, but that felt pretty personal."

"I don't know what's going on with him, if I'm honest. We've worked with loads of people over the years and he's never like this."

My heart sinks, and it must show on my face.

"I didn't mean that it's you, I just-"

"No, it's ok. Not everyone's going to like my writing." I huff. "But there's no need for him to be an arsehole." George laughs and nods in agreement.

"Shall we go back in?" He suggests, and although I think I'd rather just freeze to death out here, I reluctantly follow him.

We spend hours going over verses and reworking the melody to fit, and the darkness of the evening arrives by surprise.

"Fuck, what time is it?" I yawn, standing up from the armchair I'd been sat on all day.

"Half 1." George replies. I raise my eyebrows, double-checking on my phone.

"I'll book a taxi, I should probably head home."

"I'll take you, it's fine." Ross' deep voice catches me off guard, having been sat so quietly the whole afternoon.

"No, I'll get a taxi." I say coolly, avoiding his hard stare as I move around the room, putting the guitar back.

"I'm heading that way anyway."

I meet his gaze for a few moments, and eventually give in. It'll take ages for a taxi to get here, and I'm exhausted.

"Fine."

We say our goodbyes and head out to his car, the temperature somehow even colder now. I shiver and he notices, turning up the heater once we get buckled in.

I rest my head back as he drives steadily, admiring the street lights and occasional early Christmas display.

"It's a good song." He says.

"I thought you didn't like the lyrics." I say flatly.

"I..." He starts, seemingly struggling to find words. "It's just..."

"You don't think I know the band well enough." I state bluntly. "You don't think my writing suits the band. You can admit it."

He doesn't respond, and it only annoys me more.

"Why don't you just say it?" I frown, shaking my head at him.

He looks frustrated, hands gripping the steering wheel firmly and his brow set low. We sit in silence the rest of the way, our eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Is here ok?" He asks as he pulls up outside.

"Yeah, fine."

"I-"

"Thanks." I get out of the car and slam the door shut, not letting him finish what he was about to say. The car stays put as I walk up the steps to the flat, and I swear I can feel his dark eyes burning into me, watching me clumsily unlock the door. I avoid looking back, despite being so desperate to do so. A mixture of anger and something I can't place courses through my body, clouding my mind as I finally get the door open.

My blood feels hot in my veins, pulse thrumming in my ears, my mouth impossibly dry all of a sudden. I'm angry at his criticisms, his opinions towards the fact that I'm writing with the band. I'm angry because of the countless awkward silences he creates, and the glares he gives me when I break them. I'm angry at the way I feel when he stands closely behind me, when I can hear the bass of his voice in my stomach.

Most of all, I'm angry at the way my mind goes foggy when he enters a room, and how I know exactly what these feelings are, even if I don't want to admit it.

#1975 band #adam hann #fanfic #george daniel #matty healy #ross macdonald #the 1975 #matty the 1975 #atpoaim #bfiafl

[yukidragon]

An Examination of Joseph Cullman’s Childhood

Okay, while I don’t want to make a habit of answering twitter asks here on tumblr, this got my brain buzzing, and I want a little more room to ramble than in a tweet thread.

Before we get started, the lovely artwork I’m using for this post was drawn by Sauce/Jambeebot and was posted on their public twitter before it went down. As always, I’ll gently remind you not to post any of the private pictures from the SnaccPop Studio patreon. It’s only $3 to sign up, and it really supports this engaging game. Also, consider joining the Sunny Day Jack kickstarter, but hurry since there’s less than 2 weeks left to get the rewards.

Quick warning, Something’s Wrong with Sunny Day Jack is an Adults Only game, so there will likely be some mature themes discussed. At least one image I use will depict a person committing self-harm while being encouraged verbally to do so. Take care when indulging in this fandom.

Also, before I begin, I want to tag @channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars. If you want to be tagged when I make these headcanon posts, please let me know!

Oh, and while I’m at it, please let me know what you think about my SDJ fanfics, Sunshine in Hell and Sunshine in Another World. Thank you!

With all that out of the way, let’s get down to business.

First, let’s list out the facts we do know about Joseph’s childhood that are canon according to the official Sunny Day Jack twitter.

Joseph Cullman was (presumably) born in 1959, according to this memorial marker.

He attended Haberdae High School until he ran away during a school day at 12pm.

He traveled on foot and was last seen by train tracks.

He would be 63 years old at present day.

He got into trouble at school on a regular basis, as evidenced by comments on this disciplinary report.

Joseph had a habit of skipping school to the point that it seemed to frustrate his teachers.

He carried around a lighter and a small knife.

He “smelled of smokes” (cigarettes).

The disciplinary report was written on August 23, 1973, around the start of the school year.

He was given a 1 month in-school suspension.

The teachers were given permission to search Joseph’s belongings before class.

Joseph had changed his last name to Haberdae when he got the part of Sunny Day Jack.

As an adult, Joseph is concerned about putting children “in a bad position,” or something to that effect.

Joseph stated that he got his tattoos when he was in high school when he, “didn’t know any [better].”

The show’s psyche and development consultant made these assessments about Joseph at their first meeting:

 Consultant: I’m willing to bet that you had a very hard life growing up. For someone so young to be so defined(?) in themselves and to lash out like that, making permanent adjustments to their bodies in order to stand out… You wanted attention, didn’t you? You wanted to be seen and heard and felt and loved…

Consultant: I’m sure you especially understand what it’s like to, say… have a parent or guardian tell you that they love you, right? But, maybe even as young as, say… six, you could tell that they didn’t really mean what they were saying.

So far, there’s no information about Joseph’s biological family, or about any friends he may or may not have had at any point during his childhood. The only relationship we get a glimpse of is the (presumed) frustration of the teacher writing the disciplinary report, as suggested by the use of excessive exclamation marks and the phrasing used.

Students in the USA attend high school at ages 14-18. Given that Joseph was born in 1959, and the report was made in 1973, it’s most likely that he was 14 at the time the report was made.

The punishment for his behavior was to put Joseph on an in-school suspension for one month and allowing teachers to search him before class begins.

What is in-school suspension? Well, here’s an definition I found:

In-School Suspension (ISS) is a behavior management program for student misbehavior aimed at keeping students in school to complete their work while being isolated from the rest of the student body. ISS is used as a school punishment for infractions that are not severe enough for suspension but require behavior remediation. Students who are in violation of school rules and regulations can expect to be temporarily assigned to the ISS classroom where they will be supervised by school personnel or a teacher.

From all this, we have a brief glimpse at the timeline of Joseph’s high school life. Right at the start of attending Haberdae Highschool, he was skipping classes, presumably to sneak off to smoke, as he was found smelling of cigarettes with a lighter and a knife on his person. There were no cigarettes on him when he was caught.

Joseph had frustrated his teachers, and his behavior resulted in him being isolated from his peers for at least a month with an in-school suspension. At some point after this report, he ran away from school during lunch and hadn’t been seen by anyone who knew him since then.

This immediately makes me think of a piece of art where Jack said certain things that stood out to me.

While technically this picture isn’t canon due to it not being in the game or on the official twitter, I think the things Jack says here connect directly to his experiences in Haberdae Highschool. What’s also telling is that there are two styles of font - the more easily read white on red text, then the more faded and smeared text.

What’s interesting is on the Patreon, this image was voice acted and was slightly modified. While I won’t share the video file here, I’ve been told that it’s fine to discuss what is seen on Patreon, so I’m going to do a quick transcript.

...

(panting, out of breath, sounding like he's speaking through faint TV static)

There we go!

That wasn't so hard, was it?

It's all done now.

You won't ever hurt them again.

(more breathy and composed)

Isn't that nice?

Aren't you glad?

It's for the best, I promise.

You just aren't special enough for them~

(slightly tense but still "cheerful" tone)

This is the right away~

(more breathy, quieter voice)

You're so worthless.

You can't do anything right anyways.

You're just a burden to the whole class.

I'm sorry, but you failed.

I'm clean now.

Don't ruin this for me.

(no static filter, normal speaking voice, tense yandere tone)

They don't need you.

I'm the only thing they'll need... forever... and always.

(knife slice)

...

I highly recommend joining the patreon to listen to the audio for yourself, as the transcript doesn’t give the marvelous voice acting justice. Jack is very chilling in this audio.

This picture suggests the duality of the cheerful Sunny Day Jack persona conflicting with Joseph’s core feelings and issues. The former is written in the more bold text, more confident and almost “cheerfully” delivered as if he’s trying to keep acting like the teacher he played on TV. The latter is delivered in almost a whisper to himself, as if he’s projecting things that once were directed at him as Joseph to this unknown victim.

I suspect that Joseph was told, among other things, that he was “worthless,” “a burden to the whole class,” and that he “just can’t do anything right anyways.” Given that the last known class he attended was high school before he ran away, it would seem to be these were things teachers said to him. If he’s projecting these words on people he finds, as his profile might suggest, “inferior,” then that suggests how he felt about himself at this age... or at least that’s what others labeled him as.

It also suggests many scars from Joseph’s childhood are still lingering to this day.

This paints a strong picture that Joseph was disliked by his teachers during high school. Whether or not he acted out earlier during elementary or junior high is difficult to speculate, but it’s unlikely these behaviors started on the first day of the new school year.

I’d like to take a quick look at this picture of young Joseph (along with fully grown Jack). While the canon of this picture must be taken with a grain of salt, it does suggest a few things. Joseph is roughed up, his clothes scuffed, he’s covered in bandages, his clothes have a patch on them, and he shows a rebellious attitude, sticking out his tongue and flipping the bird. He gives the impression of a typical “punk” teenager.

If the consultant’s assessment was accurate, then Joseph, when younger, acted out to get the attention, most likely the attention of his parents/guardians. This suggests that his parents/guardians were neglectful of him and his needs. They paid lip service to being his caretakers, but in the end didn’t actually care about him at all. This sort of neglect often leads to kids lashing out in order to get some sort of attention. After all, bad attention is still attention.

The game takes place in El Paso, Texas, where the SunnyTime Crew Show was filmed, but that isn’t necessarily where Joseph is from. It’s hard to say how far his hometown is from El Paso, but either it was a good distance away... or the people in his hometown weren’t trying very hard to find him.

According to the interview with the reporter, the SunnyTime Crew Show was “inescapable” and “everywhere” with Jack being regarded as the “leader,” otherwise regarded as the face of the show. The reporter commented, "I'd put money on you being the crush of at least half of the housewives across America who tune in." This implies that the show was broadcast nation-wide and was very popular, which suggests to me that, even though Joseph is still actively listed as a missing person, no one is cared enough to really look for him.

This ties into the themes of Jack being deathly afraid of being forgotten. Joseph was ignored unless he lashed out, only to be isolated from others as punishment, and even as a missing person with his face plastered on televisions, lunchboxes, books, and other merchandise, no one bothered to look at Joseph even after he ran away from home as a teenager.

All of this paints a pretty bleak picture of Joseph’s childhood, one devoid of love or affection. It’s no wonder he’s so desperate for it now and why he’s abandoned his previous identity for one that was actually cared about and remembered... until the studio buried his memory, of course.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask #Transcript #Sauce-y Art

[gobletofmilk]

hours of the day ranked

1. 6pm 6pm is the best hour of every day because this is when you are eating dinner. sometimes it doesn't happen in this hour but when it does, this is why we are on earth. dinner. it's also good because you eat dinner then. 

2. 7pm i love this hour because if you have eaten dinner already you have a good 4-5 hours of true free time. you can literally do whatever, spend time with friends, read, write, watch a movie, or do what god herself placed us on this earth to do which is rot in bed and look at phone.

3. 12pm yummy lunch time 

4. 4am I'll fight all of you on this but 4am is here because of that sweet sweet rem. you know how good sleep feels at 4am? you kidding me? this is why i LIVE.

5. 12am there's just something special about midnight you know. it's just cool. if you're still awake the vibes are kinda crazy you know. if you're with friends then the vibes are even crazy er. i love it when it is midnight. 

6. 3pm i haven't been in school for years (like millions of years), but there is no denying the power of 3pm. home time. it's also the peak time in the afternoon. lots of shenanigans to be had at 3pm you know

7. 5pm this is like like school ending but for adults although i don't have a job that ends at 5 i just kind of work whenever and it is so bad for my work life balance because i end up working at the worst times and don't give myself enough time to relax but if i had a normal job this would be the best time

8. 10pm sleepy vibes you know

9. 8pm i really like this time because i'm usually right into a movie or something or playing a game or rotting in bed usually rotting 

10. 4pm it's interesting at this point we are starting to get to the hours i'm not too fond of. don't get me wrong i'm a fan of 4pm, but my brain just turns off around this time every day. i can't get anything done. it sucks. i'm not a morning person or an afternoon person or an evening person tbh.

11. 11pm hey that's a good placement

12. 5am such a risky hour. if you're getting good rem then it is the greatest hour in the world. but if you wake up at 5am and still want to have a little more sleep. god. kill me. it happened to me this morning and it has just ruined my day

13. 9pm it's kind of sad at 9pm because the night is coming to an end and it's like sad and stuff??

14. 1pm i ated all my lunch :(

15. 10am hey this is usually like a snack time so that is good. but you have a whole work day ahead of you and it's like ugh lame you know. if it is a day off though 10am can be pretty exciting. i'm usually rotting in bed around 10am

16. 2pm controversial maybe but this time isn't it. i want to go home you know i don't have three hours of work left in me.

17. 11am the most nothing hour ever created what even happens at 11am

18. 1am not for me

19. 2am like 1am but slightly worse 

20. 3am like 2am but slightly worse

21. 8am of all of the morning hours, this one is the least offensive. you're usually eating breakfast or just commuting and listening to music so hey, it gets a pass i suppose. morning sux.

22. 7am the only good thing about 7am is your bed is so comfortable, but like why can't we take that comfort and move it to other parts of the day. i gotta get up at 7am, don't do that to me.

23. 6am kill me now it's so over

24. 9am imagine being henry time, inventor of time, and thinking you know what is a good idea? 9am? what a fool. i'm so upset this time should not exist. so sick and twisted.

#tier list #ranked #ranking #really important #earth shattering #powerful #silly #sillyposting #what is silly posting is this silly posting? if so this is why i'm here. to silly post.

[holden-caulfield]

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

━ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 - 𝐉.𝐓. 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

━ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: reader gets kidnapped because of her bond with the red hood, and jason thinks it's his fault: reader will help him understand he can't carry every burden alone. (this can be read as a part two to "LATER")

━ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jason todd x nurse!reader

━ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: yes

━ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: kidnapping, guns, general vigilante stuff y'know?

━ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3015

━ 𝐀/𝐍: this took so long to write and so long to edit, and it came out way too lengthy, but i hope you like it because i kinda do :)

He entered from the window, as he always did. It had become a habit, and even though he now had the keys to your apartment he couldn't bring himself to abandon old habits.

There was just something about it: you always left the window opened for him and that was enough for him to keep on entering from there. In a stupid, silly way, that was what had tied you: one fateful night, your window being the only one open, he crawled inside, all red and bloody and beaten up.

You were sure the other guys looked worse but he was the one to enter your window. It was an accident, he'd told you, he'd picked the wrong window, but you insisted. You wouldn't have let him walk ━ stumble ━ away without medical attention.

But tonight was different: he crawled into the opening, discarding his helmet right on the floor, followed by his jacket, slowly forgotten and hung on the back of the couch. He wasn't injured, the night had been kind to him, and yet he was in your apartment; another habit, he thought. His own apartment looked unwelcoming now that he had gotten to know yours; cold now that he had witnessed your warmth.

He quite liked these new habits he was developing, or perhaps he just liked you. Since you had declared your feelings for each other, everything had become easier. Jason wasn't well-accustomed to 'easy' but he thought he could get used to it, if you were there beside him.

But you weren't there, not at the moment. He peeped into every room, calling your name several times before confirming the apartment was empty. Now that was unusual: you never went out so late in the night unless your job needed you to, but you left a note, a message, anything.

He returned to the kitchen, ready to change and go ask the neighbors if they knew where you had gone when he saw it. An ominous little box, sitting on the countertop, white ribbon keeping it closed.

He approached it carefully: he hadn't noticed it before, too focused on searching for you, but now it had all his attention. He opened the lid, slowly; he had the terrible feeling that that box wasn't just a gift for him from you.

Inside, he found a piece of paper, he recognized your handwriting. He would have smiled, hadn't it been for the message you had apparently left him: '12pm. the docks. i'll be waiting for you.'

It didn't sit right with him, it sounded wrong; everything about this apparent gift made him uneasy.

He checked the clock, almost midnight. He didn't waste a minute, putting his jacket back on, helmet tightly secured on his head, and ran out again.

The more time passed, the more the clock ticked in his ears, the more he convinced himself something had happened. If it had been just a simple surprise, why so late at night? Why the docks? It didn't make sense and it made Jason more and more worried.

He ran until he stopped, immobile in the middle of the dock. It was deserted at night, but he frantically looked around, hoping to get just a glimpse of you. The night was pitch dark, just a couple street lamps marking the silhouette of the buildings, of the ships, of the road. But no sign of you.

He had put you in this mess, he hadn't been careful. Every night making his way back to your apartment and his only worry were the neighbors. He should have never brought you into his world, into his life. And now you were paying the consequences.

He started calling your name, breaking the eerie silence of the night air, turning left and right, begging to find you smiling, waiting for him. To tell him it was all a big joke, a big surprise for him.

"Red Hood, i'm glad you came, i thought our little message hadn't worked." Came a voice from somewhere behind him, in the darkness.

Everything was still, silent, but then a figure started approaching him; heavy steps marched slowly in contrast with his pounding heart, threatening to jump out of his chest at any moment.

A suited man came in sight, tall and elegant, advancing with his hands behind his back. His face was completely covered, unrecognizable if it hadn't been for the Black Mask he was wearing; a feared symbol in all of Gotham. Feared by all, but not Jason.

But now his heart was beating too fast, his legs growing too weak. He was scared, terrified. Instead of your lovely face, he was staring right at Roman Sionis. He didn't look intimidated, and Jason did his best not to look so petrified, but it was difficult. It was all his fault.

More foot steps joined the previous ones, figures emerging from the darkness all around him, guns trained on him.

"Hi Roman," he managed to say. "So long."

Roman scoffed. "I wanted it to remain that way but that little stunt you played last week? You couldn't possibly think that it would have gone unpunished, could you?"

Jason had done a lot of things last week, beaten up a lot of guys, but he remembered quite clearly smiling as he took down one of Sionis' bases.

"You know i love attention, Roman," he said, as still and as calm as possible. He grounded himself, he couldn't do anything rushed. "I thought you might appreciate the effort."

"I did, that's why i wanted to do something for you too," he said, motioning with his head to one of his thugs; he disappeared in the darkness. "Noticed anything missing, perhaps?"

Jason thanked his helmet for not showing his true emotions, for not showing how he had clenched his jaw, a scowl painted on his face.

"Actually yes," said Jason, taking a few steps forward. The guns were still aimed on him, the muzzles following him like a prey. "And i would like her back."

Roman chuckled, a dark mirthless sound. "I would like my men back, my money back." He said, advancing just a little more. Jason's knuckles itched to punch his masked face, to make him feel as much pain as he could manage, to kill him right then and there for even considering kidnapping you. But he remained still, unfazed. "Not everyone gets what they want."

"Still sore about it? I say we get over it," Jason knew he was testing him, but it was the only way to keep him talking, to make him angry, to hopefully get you out. "We'll forget it all in front of a couple of drinks."

Roman slapped him right across the face; Jason didn't move a muscle, taking the hit.

Everything was still for a moment.

"I guess no drinks, then." His gun was out in the blink of an eye and trained right under Roman's chin, pushing into the flesh as Jason's other hand was keeping him fixed on the spot.

The clicking of the guns' hammers around him made it clear he had everyone's attention; good. He had to see you, he had to see you were okay.

"Do you forget i have her?" Seethed Sionis, trying to break free from Jason's hold, but it was impossible.

"I don't see her here, are you sure you have her?" Teased Jason. "I'm starting to believe you're telling me a lot of lies, Roman, and i don't like lies. I thought that after all we've been through together you'd remember."

He simply laughed, and so Jason pushed the gun deeper into his neck, making his laughter turn into a fit of coughs. "Put the gun down, so we can talk civilly, wouldn't you?"

"Not until i see her, do you not listen to me when i speak?"

Roman raised one hand, and his thugs backed away only to return a couple of moments later with you in their grasp.

Your mouth was covered in tape and your hands tied in front of you, but you didn't look harmed. Jason heaved a sigh of relief the moment he laid his eyes on you: you looked confused, angry, and maybe just a little bit terrified.

He had done that. It was his fault.

He slowly lowered the gun, setting his eyes back on Black Mask. He needed to act quickly if he wanted to save you, but he needed to have a good plan, one that involved the both of you getting out of there alive.

"There, was it that hard?" Asked Roman, that mocking tone still in his voice, as if he had already won, as if he had the upper hand. "Now give me the gun."

He eyed his surroundings, analyzing. He had no time, he had to act now before it was too late. He risked one look at you, before raising his gun.

Roman extended his arm but Jason did not give up the weapon; he pointed it at you. As still and as cold as the night itself, he was pointing the gun right at you.

Everyone looked at him, confused, the hold on their guns unsure. Roman's eyes went wide at the sight: his hostage being directly targeted by the Red Hood himself.

The helmet let no emotion through, and yet you knew. He wasn't going to harm you; he had a plan. A good one, you hoped, but nevertheless it was a plan.

"You know, Roman? Maybe you should have accepted the drink earlier," said Jason, index finger moving to lay on the trigger, waiting, getting ready. "Because i think you won't have the chance to get one ever again."

In the briefest of moments, everything happened: you raised your hands, high above your head, letting Jason's first bullet free you from your bindings, cutting right through them.

The second one was quickly shot right after the first, into your kidnapper's skull, one single line of red marking the front of his face.

The third, fourth and fifth were in rapid succession: one after the other, they all hit the street lamps illuminating the scene. Glass broke and darkness fell on the dock.

The rest of the bullets were not only Jason's. Everyone started shooting, people started running away, frantically looking for safety in the darkness. But Jason's hits were easily recognizable: every time one of them was fired, a body fell heavily on the ground, no chance of getting back up.

You couldn't see anything, so you just ran. Hopefully somewhere safe, hopefully not right into a stray bullet.

Your feet were running on their own, your mind desperately hoping Jason was okay, desperately hoping that helmet of his had night vision, desperately hoping you would have run right into his arms.

You didn't: your foot got trapped into something, you couldn't tell what in the pitch black around you. You fell to the ground and the gunshots ceased.

Everything was still again, as still as it was when you were tied up. You got up on your feet quickly, slowly backing away from the massacre.

Or so you hoped.

Someone grabbed your arm, the hold tight and yet reassuring. It was the same hold you woke up to in the morning, holding gently onto your waist. The same hold that begged you to stay a moment longer as you hurried off to work. The same hold that hugged you back after the night had been a little too cruel, a little too hard.

You wasted no moment and enveloped him in a hug, stopping him from whatever he was going to say. He just hugged you back, that same hold you had grown so used to, so attached to, getting tighter and tighter, until it faded.

He grasped your hand and led you away, towards the faint light that was slowly glowing brighter and brighter as you walked further into the city.

As he came into the light, you noticed the blood shining on his clothes; you let your hands run quickly over the stains, assessing the wounds. You heaved a sigh of relief knowing it wasn't his blood for once.

He gently swatted your hands away, grasping your face in his gloved hands. He held you as if you were an illusion, a dream about to finish and bring him back to reality.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" He managed to say.

You simply smiled at him, taking his hands in yours and bringing them down. "Yes, thanks to you."

You smiled warmly, hoping to comfort him, but even with his helmet on, even so late at night, you could see his look; his eyes, his nose, his lips, contorted in a frown, blaming himself over and over again.

"Thanks to me, you could have died." He said instead, forcing his hands to leave yours.

You didn't let him, bringing him closer to you. "But i didn't, Jason. I'm right here, with you, thanks to you."

You slowly removed his helmet, leaving him in his diamond mask. You were right, he looked just like you imagined, just like you knew.

Your fingers traced the edge of his jaw, cupping his cheek, bringing him closer to your lips, but he drew away.

"I shouldn't have let you-" but you didn't let him finish, raising his chin again to kiss him. Small, soft, barely there. You didn't want to overstep his boundaries, you just wanted to soothe him, to comfort him, to make him feel the way he always made you feel; safe, even when in the hands of mob bosses.

You had never felt the way you felt with Jason. You had grown so used to him, to his attitude, to his sarcasm, to his ways. Waiting for him to come home at night, waking up to his warm embrace in the morning, watching as he cooked for you; habits you wouldn't have exchanged for anything in the world. Habits that were worthy all the waiting at night, hoping for the best and expecting the worst. Habits that were worthy a couple of kidnappings if it meant he would have saved you every single time, if it meant you would have found yourself in his arms every night.

"We should go home now." You whispered, rubbing the back of his hands.

His eyes went down to where your hands were intertwined and a crease formed between his eyebrows. "You're hurt."

You looked down too only to notice the red and blue hues forming on your wrist, were the rope was tied, were the bullet went through. It didn't hurt, and you hadn't really thought about it; it was just a stinging feeling, one you didn't pay too much attention to.

But Jason did, grasping your forearms gently to examine your skin better under the pale light of the streetlights.

"It's nothing."

"It isn't nothing."

"It is."

"It is not." He stated, piercing you with his gaze.

You knew there was no use arguing anymore, but maybe you could have used it to your advantage. "Then we should get home to make sure, shouldn't we?"

He shook his head, letting out a brief chuckle and looking back down at your hands. He didn't answer, so you began leading him back to your apartment.

"Is this okay? Does it hurt?" He asked for what seemed like the billionth time as he carefully cleaned the area of the abrasion.

"Yes," you reassured once more, smiling at him like one would to a baby. "You're doing just great. I have to be careful or you'll steal my job."

"Nurse Todd sounds good, doesn't it?"

Your smile grew wider knowing your insufferable witty Jason was back. "It does, if you become a nurse i'll take your job. I'd make a pretty intimidating vigilante, wouldn't i?"

"Oh yes, try smiling like that to the bad guys and they'll all run away terrified." He retorted, not daring meet your eyes.

When silence settled back, he decided to break it again, stilling his movements on your wrists. "I think we should stop this."

"I think so too, it's clean enough and it's late, we should go to bed."

He held onto your forearms as you tried to get up. "No, i meant this. Us."

"What are you talking about, Jay?"

He finally looked up to you, face unreadable, like a marble statue. "You could have died tonight because of me. I can't let that happen."

"So you want to end things?" You asked, incredulous. "Then how are you going to save me if you don't know where i am, what i'm doing?"

"That's the point," he said, caressing the side of your face, softly stroking your cheek as if it was the last time he could have ever done that. Another habit you had let him develop, whenever he was stressed, whenever you needed comfort; a single touch was all it took. "You shouldn't need saving, Y/n."

"But you do." You said, matter-of-factly. "You need saving, every night, every day. If i don't help you, who will?"

"You just said i'd make a great nurse," he tried joking, a smirk drawn on his lips.

"But not the best," you retorted again, inching closer to him, almost brushing your nose with his. "I am the best."

"Y/n, i can't-"

"No, you can, you have to!" You interrupted him. "We need each other, let me help you, Jason."

"I could never live knowing i got your hurt, Y/n, don't you understand?"

"And neither could i." You stated, feeling tears prickling the corner of your eyes. "I need you to let me close to you, i need to know you're okay, i need you, Jason."

He didn't speak, weighing your words, so you decided to keep going. "And you need me. Even if you are way too stubborn to admit it."

He chuckled again, bandaging your wrists, just a little too tight. But you wouldn't have told him. "Do i?"

"Oh yes, you do. I lied before, you know?" You said, feigning complete innocence. "You'd be a terrible nurse."

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[ilyasorokinn]

taylor's very merry christmas series

welcome back to another christmas series! this series, unlike last years, will only go on for 12 days. it will start on the 14th as opposed to it going on all december.

these are probably going to be short because i can’t write long things lol so they’re probably very short. hope you enjoy it :)

a new fic will drop every day from the 14th all the way to the 25th. a few of these will be dad fics. i will make it known in the description below, so if that makes you uncomfortable, please don't read it.

day one (december 14): something blue (nico hischier)

one of the stories nico learned about y/n early on was the story of the lost ring. it was a ring given to y/n when she was 17, but during a move, it was lost. so, nico decides to track it down and give it to her for chirstmas.

day two (december 15): christmas pup (nick blankenburg)

nick knows the only thing y/n wants is a dog, so he decides to surprise her with a dog for christmas.

day three (december 16): disney getaway (freddie andersen)

due to freddie being injured, he was given time off, so what does one do with time off? go on vacation. and where did alma and elias decide they wanted to go for their christmas getaway? disneyland. (part of the "andersen adventures" series)

day four (december 17): not so alone (sidney crosby)

y/n and sid are staying in pittsburgh for christmas this year, with their families coming out to visit instead. y/n heard through the grapevine that some of the guys weren’t going home, so she decided to welcome them over so they weren’t so alone.

day five (december 18): pictures with santa (jamie drysdale)

after seeing kids taking pictures with santa, y/n brings up the idea of taking a family picture with santa. so, y/n and jamie take their little family of dogs to take pictures with santa.

day six (december 19): bee's on ice (joel farabee)

the flyers are hosting a family skate for all their families, players, staff, etc. when joel first heard about it, he was immediately ordering lincoln a pair of skates. so to say he was excited was an understatement. (part of "the four bees" series)

day seven (december 20): coming home for christmas (pyotr kochetkov)

y/n and pyotr were on opposite sides of the country and when pyotr heard y/n couldn’t get a flight home, he was heartbroken. what he didn’t know was his teammates had secretly gotten y/n a ticket home and planned to surprise him and she was, in fact, coming home.

day eight (december 21): perfect time (artturi lehkonen)

artturi had been planning on proposing for months, but could never find the right time. that perfect time finally presents itself when they're both covered in snow.

day nine (december 22): the tree party (colton parayko)

picking out a christmas tree was always a ceremonious day for the parayko family. and this year, they had a new addition, winnie, so that made the whole thing all the more special. (part of "the parayko posse")

day ten (december 23): beans, chicken, corn, and leafs? (william nylander)

when y/n hears about a homeless shelter serving food a couple of days before christmas, she immediately signs up. when will hears she signed up, he signs up. and gets practically the entire leafs roster (plus their partners) to sign up.

day eleven (december 24): under the mistletoe (tyson jost)

for years, people have watched y/n and tyson dance around their feelings until they finally have enough. at the annual avs christmas party, the guys put a plan in motion to finally get them to finally admit their feelings for each other. and of course, mistletoe is involved.

day twelve (december 25): lit up like a kid on christmas (quinn hughes)

all the hughes come home for christmas, and christmas with the hughes family is always a blast. (part of "the hughes gang" series)

there, once again, is no taglist, but each of these pieces will drop at 12pm pst, so keep an eye out for that. the taglist in the fics is my regular taglist for my regular writing.

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#nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fic #nhl series #nhl #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #hockey fic #hockey series #hockey #taylor's very merry christmas series!

[etirabys]

Thing I tried today:

step 1: from X:00-X:07: the only part of the hour when I'm allowed to be in 'grinding mode' for code (expending willpower to stay focused, etc). If I am not in flow state by X:07 I have to hard stop looking at code for the hour, and go to step 2.

step 2: from X:08-X:15: the only part of the hour when I'm allowed to be in grinding mode for a writing project. If I am not in flow state writing by X:15 I have to hard stop and do something devastatingly useless, like watching Succession or scrolling social media.

Result today from doing this 12pm-6pm: coding time 3pm (higher than average), TV time 2.2h.

I spent very little time in 'forcing myself to try to work' mode, and felt basically cheerful & energetic at the end of the workday, which is a rare way for me to feel.

3 eps in, Succession is horrible yet entertaining. Maybe I'm just not used to this type of show, but I'm very impressed by the thing where the characters are rich and powerful, yet dumb, crass, slightly ugly, unhinged, and portrayed through The Office style shaky camera work that further removes Rich Elegant People Gloss. A totalizing fuckwad field wraps around them.

It's interesting when they are humanized from that starting point.

#rambl #succession #(by slightly ugly I mean they look normal. they are slightly ugly by tv standards)

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🎭🌠 Starlight Ball Schedule 🌠🎭

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ This is not a strict schedule, games can be pushed around slightly, but here's a general outline that we'll try to follow! ❞

[ THIS SCHEDULE IS IN EASTERN STANDARD TIME (EST) ]

12pm (Noon) - Opening Words / Guest Arrival - If muns would like to write a short drabble of how their muses arrive at the ball Please tag me if you want it reblogged I will reblog it here for visibility and tag it "starlight ball guests" so that other people can see who is present and start interacting with each other!

1pm - The First Game: Starlight Knowledge! - I will post a link to the starlight quiz. It's a 10 question quiz and should be a relatively chill game and allow for more dash commentary / rps to happen. Each question answer correctly is a point towards a Summer Royalty Title!

2pm - The Second Game - Crystal Associations! - Eath will gather the guests who are competing (or just want to play) and provide them all with a cheat sheet of Crystal Meanings. She will then say the names of 3-4 gemstones and the guests will have to guess who she's talking about! First seven people to guess get 4 points! Everyone after gets 2 points!

3pm - 4pm - Open Floor Dancing - A break between games where muses can interact more, wander the venue, grab drinks and food, all an all it's down time to mingle, really.

5pm to 6pm - The Third Game - Test of Laughter! - Bring your best jokes, because this game is to make a Special Guest laugh as hard as she can. The guest will award points based on the quality of the jokes and the amount of laughter you can get her to do!

7pm - The Final Game - Scavenger Hunt! - I will post a total of three! Yes, three pictures with all have hidden objects within them! First seven to correctly find all the objects can earn between 8 to 2 points! Everyone else who answers after gets 1 point!

8pm - Best Dressed Announcement - As it says, Eath will announce the winner of the Best Dressed competition!

9pm - Crowning of the Summer Royalty - The Seven Royals of Summer will be announced and called fourth for their crowns.

10pm to Midnight - Cooldown - A chill end to the night filled with more dancing, food, and drink as guests wind down and prepare to head home for the night!

#🎭 || starlight ball #🎭 || autumn ball #eath's starlight ball #🔷 || ic post