#im making a list of the festivals already

[dailytomlinson]

We’re going to Australia and part of Asia early next year. We then go into Latin America in May and June. And then we’ll handpick a selection of festivals next summer, before we draw the line on the campaign at the end of the summer.

Matt Vines talking about Louis’ tour schedule for 2024 on IQ Magazine

#louis tomlinson #matt vines #putting that quote for you anon #since you seemed interested in the festivals part #im making a list of the festivals already #will post where theres more announcements #iq magazine

[eggtartz]

hii can you do fluff movie night date with ran :)) maybe rindou too if you can

tysmmm

a/n : sure can! thankyou for requesting anon and enjoy 🫶🏻

summary : christmas movie nights with haitani's! (ik it's not december yet but im excited ok)

masterlist

ran

"ran move your butt faster the movie's starting in a minute"

"okay damn let me just finish the popcorns first" this was the first time you two spent christmas night together, him being here and not away for work. you intended to make the night more memorable so you wanted to watch movies with him. you remembered he had a list of christmas movies but couldn't watch them as he never had the time to. well, guess you two won't be sleeping tonight.

he jumped on the sofa with snacks and water in his hand, your hand grabbing the snacks while your eyes were glued on the projector. the night was cozy, the movie was fun and ran was here. ran is here. nothing mattered if he was here.

sitting down on the warm floor, your eyes were still glued while watching the movie but ran on the top ate the snacks and occasionally some of them would drop on your head. "ran the popcorn is on my head, it's distracting" your eyes were still glued to the movie that apparently had a bad casting. ran said nothing but placed the popcorns next to you instead, his long arms able to reach them and eat them without leaving crumbs. as the movie ended, you went to the bathroom while ran refilled the snacks and drinks.

the next movie was a corny, love story that you think would amuse ran. "what the hell is the title? love at first mistletoe?"

"i don't know ran i thought it would be funny" you two kept chatting as how the casts was so cringy at their acting but was interested with the plot. as the movie came to an ad, you looked back at ran to see him slowly dozing off and his hair all messy and covering his face.

you gave his forehead a kiss and took a blanket from the bedroom, him already in a deep slumber. you didn't wanted to move either, there's just something healing about the warm floor so you switched off the projector and slept on the floor with a blanket too.

you two woke up with a sore back the next morning but you two couldn't care less.

rindou

last year, he wanted to watch horror movies with festive themes but he told you to pick the movie. you had picked the most gruesome, disgusting movie ever where the actor kidnapped people and butchered them alive for christmas. rindou never let you pick another movie again.

so this year, he picked a series of reruns of his favorite and watched it with you. "but rin haven't we seen this?"

"have we? let's watch it again then" although he was focused on the series, his focus also averted to you who obviously grew bored. rindou sighed.

"if we watch one more season, you can pick the next movie. you wanna do that?" your eyes sparkled and you hugged his arm. now your eyes are glued to the series and nearing 2am, the series ended. you took the remote tv with cautious eyes, silently asking rindou if he's really sure because you already have one movie in mind. one.

rindou nodded. he would wish he haven't.

"no what the fuck the man just got slaughtered how are you unfazed?"

"huh? he didn't got slaughtered, just stuffed. not the same thing rinnie"

"don't rinnie me woman are you secretly a sociopath?!" rindou yelled and you howled a laugh. the movie wasn't that gruesome just a bit.. graphic. okay might be too gruesome as the next death scene literally made rindou stop munching on his chips. "i really wanna know where you find these kind of movies babe i really do but im concerned of my safety too" you smacked his shoulder.

"you're a deliquent shouldn't you be used to this huh?"

"i mean .."

"don't go 'i mean' at me!"

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x y/n #tokrev #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #fluff #rindou haitani #haitani rindou x reader #rindou x y/n #rindou x reader #tokyo revengers rindou #tokrev rindou #rindou fluff #ran haitani fluff #ran haitani x reader #tokyo revengers ran #ran haitani #ran x y/n #ran x reader #ran x you #ran fluff #tokrev ran #haitani ran #haitani x reader #haitani brothers

[theworldofotps]

Cold, and Tissues (Drabble)

Pairing: Tyler Breeze x OC Olivia Word Counter: 752 Description: Tyler goes to pick up his best friend who's sick.

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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ______ “Oliviaaaa, open the damn door it’s freezing out here.” Tyler called knocking on his best friend’s door trying to get out of the cold December air, he had sent her a text that he was on his way over and hadn’t heard anything back. Grabbing his spare key, Tyler huffed having to set down his hot drink. Unlocking the door, he quickly stepped inside and shook the snow from his hair.

“The light of your life is here where are you?”

He called out looking around the festively decorated house in search of his friend, hearing a cough from the living room he made his when inside. Spotting a bundle of blankets on the couch he walked over shaking it lightly.

“Liv you under there?”

“Yes but I’m ill so go away.”

“I did not drive here in the snow and cold just to be sent away, I came to see if you wanted to go to the movies. But I see that’s not an option now.”

His spoke as his gaze fell on the small trash can with tissues piled high, her cough medicine on the table along with some vicks.

“Guess I’m just going to have to take care of you then, come on get your feet dressed I’m taking you to my place. I know how much you love being there besides yours smells like sick people.”

He pretended to gag as Olivia carefully pushed the blankets off her, Tyler frowned seeing her flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. Deciding the last thing his friend needed in that moment was to be teased he helped pull her from the couch. Aiding her to the door Tyler bent down putting her shoes on for her followed by her coat, making sure she was bundled up tight.

“Alright Liv lets get out of her.”

“But what about my medicine?”

“Don’t worry I have some stuff you can take back at the house.”

Locking her door Tyler helped her over to his car tucking her in the seat then getting behind the wheel and blasting the heater.

“Buckle up, I know I haven’t been here for very long but my tire tracks are already covered by fresh snow.”

Tyler said as he backed out of her driveway feeling thankful he had thought ahead to get snow tires for his car. The drive back to his place was made in silence apart from the wipers on the windshield and the sound of the heaters. He wanted to get out of the weather and to get Olivia to start feeling better again.

“Olivia wake up we’re here.”

Gently shaking her arm as he got out of the car, going and unlocking his front door then making his way back to the car for her. Olivia was thankful when they were safe inside his house, the bad weather was shut out as he placed her on the couch so she could see his Christmas tree.

“You kept the star I made you.”

She smiled blowing her nose into a tissue she grabbed from the coffee table, it looked like a little minute pharmacy. He had medicine set out for her, tissues, vicks and anything else he thought would help. Tyler looked up at the tree topper smiling, it was a paper star she’d made him later year a picture of the two of them glued to the front.

“It’s special to me of course I kept it.”’

Giving her some medicine and making sure he was comfortable Tyler went to get her favorite hot drink from the kitchen. Olivia wrapped the large blanket on the back of his couch around her and snuggled into the couch feeling her body relax. She always felt safe and happy being in his house, sitting up when he brought her the mug and thanking him.

“Why are you so good to me?”

She asked as he helped her sit up so she could have a drink Tyler looked at her for a moment before smiling with a shrug.

“Because I’m in love with you Liv I figured by now it was obvious.”

Olivia froze. Her eyes searching his face for any sign that he was messing with her but all she saw was sincerity.

“I’m in love with you too.”

She whispered softly as he grinned pressing a kiss to the top of her head, getting her settled against the cushion again Tyler couldn’t help but feel his heart skip at the idea that his best friend loved him too.

#tyler breeze #tyler breeze fanfiction #tyler breeze x oc olivia #festive fic #wwe #drabble

[the-s1lly-corner]

Could you possibly write about slenderman's ghost s/o trying to make the mansion festive for Halloween bc they're really excited for the holiday and never experienced it before? They have a list and everything as soon as they learn about the custom-

For instance, every room is decked out in decor totally not stolen, they make loads of themed treats, and try to engage the him and the proxies into doing multiple festive activities as well?

-slender anon <3 (sorry if this is too much exposition, tysm for all the cool writing)

Celebrating Halloween w/ Slenderman!

so so sorry for taking a a bit to get to this !! I meant to get this out tomorrow but I got distracted </3 still torn on if i want the mansion to exist in my au but for all intents and purposes we'll say it does for this >:) i might make the mansion like, some abandoned creepy haunted house in universe, like the house from IT or Nightmare on Elm Street (i actually... dont remember if it gets abandoned or not in the later movies, its been a while since i watched the series..) or something something yeah i think ill go with that for the mansion anyways enough rambling

Cue curious head tilts and questions from slenderman, he knows OF Halloween but he doesnt know all the ins and outs and intricacies when it comes to how its celebrated; best he knows is costumes and candy

initially watches you try to hang up all the decorations by yourself but eventually steps in to give you a hand

probably consults in you what basic Halloween traditions are, and probably also tries to ask the proxies if they know anything about it

i think outside of toby, the proxies don't really. remember much of their lives before becoming proxies, but that's because I'm basing my take on them off of the original MH where like, there's brain fog and the proxy/person are internally separate, but that's where inspiration from the original stuff ends; merging two fandoms together is. hard when the canon and fanon are so different

anyways

but also i never really like the creepypasta interpretation of masky and hoodie, at least from when i was in the fandom years back where they were shy and soft, but thats likely changed now- admittedly i dont interact with the fandom outside of creating

im rambling again, but i think masky and hoodie would also be a little lost but ready to do whatever they're told to do in regards to helping deck out the mansion

good news is that the mansion already looks like a spooky haunted house! especially on the outside since it's not as well kept as the inside

the inside is like what comes to mind when someone says old ass house; creaky wooden floors, shitty heating system, crawl spaces and compartments, that sort of thing. old enough that it would definitely have mold and rot, and be falling apart, if slenderman didnt come and keep it in tact

again, it already looks spooky enough as is, but decorations can really tie in the look

fake cobwebs, skeletons, spiders

oh those are real spiders

the mansion probably has spiders, slenderman cant do anything about the spiders sorry

okay anyways

treats! totally not stolen from some store by a teleporting entity that naturally distorts electronics! definitely not

he would make them with you, i think

i sometimes think about how slenderman would probably like calm and quiet activities, domestic ones included, so i think this is something he would actually end up loving especially with you around

learns he hates working with melted marshmallow, that shit is not banned from the mansion as well as marshmallow creme

he even gets those cute little halloween themed goodie bags so you can give them out

unfortunately he's going to have to pass, on account that he can't really eat any non-human meat food, but rest assured if he could safely eat your treats he would

Toby would be fucking that shit up, especially if you make those popcorn ball things. i feel like toby would love those. masky to me seems like a butterscotch haystack enjoyer to me (based), while hoodie fucks up those chocolate dipped pretzels, you know the ones that get decorated to look like mummies? those. he demolishes those (also based)

i kinda miss the popcorn balls tbh i havent had those in years but they were good from what i remember- i think i might make some this evening

moving on once more

if there's any extras slenderman may offer to take you around to give them to others

im still deciding character dynamics and relationships and who knows who in this funky au, but i feel like slenderman knows at least a handful of the other character. at least on a first name basis

so thats fun! you also get to share the joy with characters such as splendor and trender, and perhaps even jeff. i hc that eyeless jack and slender are both in the same forest but not like. buddy buddy. but he can get goodies too. ignore the fact jack is in the same boat as slender in terms of what he can and cant eat- he appreciates the gesture

now activities! i gotta admit i never really did halloween stuff outside of trick or treating; so im a little stumped on ideas

theres the obvious, pumpkin carving (the pumpkin insides get used to make more treats!), apple bobbing, and a few others

while not really a halloween game, you guys probably play a few games in the woods

thats

wait no thats terrifying, do not play hide and seek/tag with them in the woods regardless of if its night time and regardless of if youre a ghost, that shit actually sounds terrifying esp since i think slenderman and hoodie would get WAY TOO competitive

oh scary stories

definately

you insist on summoning ghosts and demons to fit the vibe

" but Dear, you're a gho-" "hush"

you guys accidentally summon one of the ghost creepypastas or something/j

you guys accidentally summon zalgo and halloween gets cancelled'j

idk if this is just a me thing but whenever me and my friends sit down to read creepypasta stories we get derailed and somehow end up reading fanfics and acting them out but i can see this happening as well; though this one also isnt a halloween exclusive activity

overall its a learning experience for most of you guys, and slenderman is totally up to humoring you again next year!

oh oh oh halloween costumes, how could i forget?

good luck trying to find something for slenderman, even if he could fit in anything he probably wouldnt dress up no matter how you try to word it

actually now that i think of it, do you think his suit is just part of his body? like ive seen loads of interpretations where it is; the shitty slenderman movie included. like is it a removeable suit? is it something that looks like a suit but its part of him? is it like a scp 049 situation where it is a suit but its attached to him?

im not getting into that today

masky and toby both dress up as classic slasher icons

hoodie probably would too but i got flashed with a vision of him dressed as pumpkin so im rolling with it

i think thats about everything! i hope you like this! this ended up way longer than i thought it would be but i fully blame that on me still being in my ramble mindset </3 ive been cooking up some major hcs for my au/interpretation as well as smaller stuff so my brain just wants to dump it TToTT

anyways

runs off to go draw spooky stuff (cough cough creepypastas dressed up in costumes)

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons #slenderman imagine #creepypasta slenderman #creepypasta imagines

[silknoise]

x. dossier. / x. wanted plots. x. pinterest. / x. thread tracker.

hi there friendos!!! i am thrilled to be joining you since i've been wanting something simple on tumblr for awhile now!! also so happy to be bringing my underappreciated queen umji to the party! the muse she's the face for is one of my faves to write; lee seonah, aka ramona lee is a new york born saxophonist with a cool demeanor and a love for cucumber melon. more info is listed below the cut, so if you're interested in any of her plots or would like me to swing by your ims to say hello or to plot something, you're invited to leave a like on this post!

trigger warnings: m*rder, robbery, implied g*n v*olence, grief

BACKSTORY

as briefly mentioned above, seonah was born in staten island, new york on august 7th, 1998.

her parents, originally from daegu, built a life stateside in the early '90s, so they were already pretty blended into the american routine by the time they had seonah.

in new york, seonah often went by her english name ramona, often shortened to mona. the name was derived from an old jazz singer and pianist her mother loved.

one of the main reasons seonah's parents even moved from south korea was so that her mother could try her luck at the new york jazz scene. she was a gifted pianist with quick hands who had always ensured seonah's life was filled with music.

those very sessions with fellow musicians she worked with were the catalyst for seonah's obsession with the saxophone. a musician seonah would always call uncle franklin would come and play the sax at their south shore townhome, while the small child watched and danced along.

he was actually the one to gift seonah her very own saxophone at age ten, by which her younger sister seoyeol had been born and was clinging to seonah's legs while she struggled to play the instrument.

the characteristics of her music were very much shaped by the staten island jazz scene, and the city's famous festival was a tradition for the whole family.

from her father did seonah inherit a love of gardening, building terrariums and making sure a healthy amount of green was present in all her decorating. she and her father would spend hours carefully placing moss, stones, grass and water in small glass containers until they resembled miniature nature scenes.

she spent a good amount of time in her dad's store as well, helping him stock and clean up throughout her childhood. the value of hard work was an early lesson for seonah and it would likely stick with her permanently.

that store, however, would come to be the site of a horrible tragedy that would uproot many lives.

TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD

her mother and father were working the late shift at the store one night when a masked gunman entered, demanding cash. her parents were both killed during the exchange, leaving seonah and her sister to grieve them at far too young an age.

as the two had no other blood relatives in the area, their parents' friends franklin and his wife delisle were named in a will to take the children in and raise them as their own.

it was an extremely tough transition, but the pair, along with another of their parents' closest friends adam made sure the sisters never went without love and encouragement. they refused to let the children's view of the world become twisted due to what they had gone through, and they were a huge part of why the two made it through that period of their lives.

END TRIGGER WARNING

now being raised by franklin, seonah was kept occupied by saxophone lessons, camping trips, walks through the city — any and everything she loved simply to keep her mind off the tragedy her family had faced.

despite her new guardians' best efforts to make her childhood fulfilling, seonah couldn't help but feel somewhat aimless after the passing of both her parents, and even a bit disconnected from them. she developed a fairly unbothered demeanor that some would even mistake for just not caring, though that was the furthest thing from the truth.

as she finished out her primary schooling and prepared to apply to the manhattan school of music, she floated the idea of possibly traveling to her parents' home city of daegu after graduating college to franklin and delisle. they met the idea with approval, thinking it was an excellent chance to reconnect with a past she'd never really gotten to discover.

after training up her musical talents to her instructors' satisfaction, it was finally time to say farewell to her family. she couldn't have said thank you to franklin, delisle and adam more times if she'd tried. seonah looked upon her now teenaged sister with slight guilt, feeling as though she were abandoning her for her own selfish reasons. seoyeol simply threw her arms around seonah and promised her she'd seek out universities in daegu so they could see each other soon.

and that was it, she was off to daegu with a graduation present of a one way flight and some won to run on until she found work. thankfully, that didn't take too long, as she found a pretty fancy restaurant looking for jazz musicians of her caliber.

seonah made a vow to herself that she would only speak in korean and only use her korean name until she felt that familiar connection to her parents once more.

she soon found a home in the confines of sueunju sharehouse, and though it's filled with strangers, it reminds her of the blended household she lived in back in staten island and even makes her oft expressionless visage falter into a smile. though she is still very much getting used to living in daegu two years on, her life is in a place of contentment for the time being. she continues to chase memories that have long since passed her by, barely conscious of all the new ones she is making in the process.

PERSONALITY

some would call her an ice queen, but she's more like a snow angel. like she's definitely composed, doesn't like to argue and sometimes comes off as though she's silently plotting your demise in a corner, but there is a warmth to seonah that is unmistakable. she can be so cold to the touch but also reach directly into your heart and make you melt. she is a mess of contradicting thoughts and feelings and words, but she could be ur mess of contradicting thoughts and feelings and words, u know???

only really loses her cool when it comes to music she's excited about, if her heart's a little bit broken or if she's lost something near and dear to her (her saxophone goes missing, one of her terrariums get broken, etc) and it's sad, but also kind of funny cmvnbvncb!

she's very inquisitive, especially about the daily routine in daegu. she desperately wants to know more about the lives her parents lived before they moved to america, and being that she's only been in south korea for two years, she isn't as in touch with things as she feels like she should be. stop her if she's asking too many questions — she just gets into a flow of seeking information and doesn't realize it sometimes!

a girl of many hobbies: gardening, camping, building terrariums, hitting up the thrift store, smoking on roofs, seeing performances at masquerade, noraebang, etc. and she loves doing these things with friends! partake in any of these activities with her, and you'll earn a special place in her heart and the slightest aura of a smile just for you.

sometimes she just??? disappears. sometimes her social energy simply runs out and she needs some time to recharge it. she's not trying to ghost, she promises! she just needs a couple days of mirror glaring and deep rumination before she's ready to have company again.

a wanted plot of mine (!!!!!!) but i also hc her as recently single with a lot of regretful and reluctant pining for her ex lol. she's in her slightly reckless era in an attempt to forget them, so pls forgive her for any messy moments 😘

#midnightintro #´ ❇ 𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 . #/don't mind me breaking the ice 🤭

[lieutenantfloyd]

JAMES I HAVE A HUGE REQUEST 😏👀 AS IF WE DID NOT JUST TALK ABOUT THIS BAHAHA. But sugar daddy Tom and Jon?? 👀👀👀

IM IN SHAMBLES BESTIE OUR MINDS

Asks and you shall receive.

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Note: OUR MINDS!!! I definitely want to expand this into a complete fic, but I just have to get this thought out there because omg.

In Demand | Jon Hamm x Reader x Tom Cruise

You didn't make a habit of breaking rules. You honestly found comfort in them. you'd never have agreed to this little "arrangement" if you had a problem with rules. Yet months jetting around to the world's top destinations to promote a movie that beckons audiences to all but ogle your two men would lead anyone to reconsider things. Especially when the countless interviews, red carpets, and plane rides left no room in the schedule for any attention you've grown so accustomed to. 

Attention. A priceless form of love. 

How could two men who all but showered you in the finest of luxuries be unable to afford this simple thing? And how bad could breaking just one little rule be?

Attention you craved, attention you'd receive.

Another day, another premiere. 

Smile for the camera, crack a few jokes with the cast, and be the arm candy of whichever of the two men wanted you more on that given day. It was almost becoming second nature at this point. Yet as you choose a sparkling diamond bracelet from your well-stocked jewelry case, you couldn't help the nerves beginning to flutter in your stomach. This wasn't just another premiere, this was the Cannes Film Festival. The event that sets the tone for both audiences heading to the theatre and the academy heading into awards season alike. 

Just as your anxiety began to take hold, Jon's soft touch broke you from your thoughts. As he began fastening the bracelet around your wrist you couldn't help but think about how this was as much attention you'd received from him or Tom in what felt like months. You savored his touch, gentle but with an air of command. So uniquely Jon. Without another thought, the fingers of your free hand found their way behind his head and into the cropped hair just above his collar. His eyes flashed upwards, not quite meeting yours, before dropping again. You suppressed a giggle. 

Rule number 4. No touching while at work.

Work, meaning anything from starring in a global blockbuster to helping you with your jewelry. Just then, Tom and his entourage of assistants came through the door to inform you both it was time to leave. 

Jon raises your intertwined hands to his lips and kisses your wrist before leading you to the door before pausing to allow tom to place a kiss on your cheek. As Tom pulled back, he gave you a million-dollar smile allowing you the first glimpse of the glimmer only Tom Cruise has in his eye. A direct contrast to Jon's almost stoic expression. 

Jon, the disciplinarian perfectionist to Tom's impassioned wild child.

While Tom was the more physically affectionate one, it was the small things with Jon. A kiss just above the band of diamonds letting you know he knew exactly what you were doing.

Rule number 3 on the ever-lengthening list. Always wear something that shows just who you belong to.

You were led through the hotel and into a black SUV. All the while both Tom and Jon paid you compliment after compliment, almost as if they didn't choose your outfit for today. 

-

An hour later, you finished your first photo op and were chatting with the other attendees of the star-studded event, your men nowhere in sight. You were in the midst of a conversation with another side actress when you noticed the group across the red carpet.

The conversation dropped off as you shifted focus to the cast of Elvis, and most importantly the leading man. You'd long been following the production and were more than excited to see him here. Tom had already scheduled a private viewing of the movie for you both in the coming weeks but you couldn't miss an opportunity to congratulate Austin himself on landing the role of a lifetime.

-

For the first time in months, you had someone's undivided attention, and Austin was both captivating and captivated. Your hands were held tightly in his as he drank in your compliments in the shy yet gracious way he was becoming known for. Bringing your hands to his chest, he returned the favor warmly. This exchange continued on, but it wasn't long before two sets of eyes began boring into you both. This didn't go unnoticed by Austin, who had several restless sets trained on him from his own cast already. With a soft smile, he leaned down slightly so you could hear him over the shouts of photographers.

"I'd love to talk more, but my manager's calling me and it seems like you're a much-desired woman," he said, glancing nervously over your shoulder. "Thank you so much for all the lovely words. I hope to see you later on." He finished with a slight wink before sauntering off into the crowd.

With that, you turned around sheepishly to meet the gazes of Tom and Jon. They both held a hand out to you before Jon stepped forward to meet you halfway. Tom was still smiling like always though there was a hint of challenge in his eyes. Meanwhile, Jon's borderline territorial expression was again replaced with the charmingly stoic mask he first put up at the hotel. As they led you back to the group without a word, you tried to push back a smile as their hands held onto you a bit tighter.  Any agitation toward you was ignored on your part as you instead focused on having your men's undivided attention once more.

-

Untrained eyes would've never caught it. In fact, the hundreds of eyes trained on you three from behind telephoto lenses only saw a group of Hollywood costars promoting this year's biggest action flick. Yet you sensed it before your eyes even landed on him. The way his palm abandoned the small of your back only to find a home at the nape of your neck. The looks he and Tom share as the event continues around you. A shudder runs down your spine but your smile never falters.

Rule number 2. Always look good for the cameras. No amount of doe eyes and pleas of innocence would ward off the unholy sermon he's piecing together in that pretty head of his.

Soon enough their portion of the event was ending. The men said their goodbyes to the cast before all but dragging you to the car. Just like before, a silence fell between you three. The next 30 minutes occurred in reverse order of how your day began. It wasn't until the door closed behind the three of you that things changed. 

In an instant, Jon's demeanor shifted drastically. You could practically feel the mixture of irritation and disappointment radiating off him. Grabbing you by the elbow, Jon ushered you to the bedroom while Tom looked on almost sympathetically before moving deeper into the suite. 

Rule number 1. Unless your life depends on it,  Never let another man touch you.

Tossing his jacket absentmindedly onto the bed, you sat like always, awaiting his lecture.

"You know how important this event was to Tom and I, yet you run off to what? Get another man's attention?" He scolded.

Your mouth opened and closed as your brain searched desperately for an answer. Before you could come up with one, he scoffed condescendingly and began speaking again.

"That was a rhetorical question, sweetheart. But let's see how our dumb little girl can answer a real one. What did you plan to accomplish? Huh? Was it the attention you crave so much?"

"Y-yes.." you answer as tears well up in your eyes. Just then Tom enters the room and sits in an armchair across from the bed.

"So, how about we remind her of what's expected?" Tom asks while sending you a daring look.

Jon nods and crosses the room. His hand grips your jaw firmly, forcing your eyes up to meet his. Under Jon's touch and with your feet dangling off the end of the bed, you truly feel pathetic. 

"These rules are in place for a reason young lady, so unless you want your punishment to be even worse, I highly suggest you drop the innocent act and own up to your failures."

His words cause the tears welling in your eyes to fall in big dramatic drops. You never intended to break the rules Jon so lovingly put in place, yet your nativity led you to stumble. Now your mind was racing with all the possible punishments 

Jon watches your reaction closely before smirking down at you.

"What a shame. The girl has disobeyed us so many times she knows what's coming before we even tell her." Jon says to Tom, almost as if you weren't in the room.

"That's deserving of punishment by itself, isn't it?" Tom sneers in response, leaning forward to place his forearms on his knees as both of their brazen eyes land on you.

"Damn right it is."

#t.cruise #j.hamm #shawni’s tag #actor x reader #tom cruise #tom cruise x reader #tom cruise fanfic #tom cruise imagine #jon hamm #jon hamm x reader #jon hamm imagine

[sylvie-fics]

IM OUT OF JAIL HERES THE VALENTINES DAY MH VIK X READER

SORRY ITS LATE.

Word Count: 1k ish

Warnings: marriage i guess

other parts of this god forsaken fic:

Part 1   Part 2    Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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Valentines day, 4:38 a.m. Viktor is a man of sound reasoning and logic. He is knowledgeable, especially within the scientific field. Hardworking, dedicated– sometimes overly so. Great at creating, building, dissecting, and altering many a creation. Some might call him the most determined man in the world. Some wouldn’t call him a man.

Then again.. There are some moments where he falls short of perfection. Especially when it comes to emotional matters.

“Viktor… don’t you think it’s a little early for this?”

…

February 12, he hears of the cursed holiday. He’s heard of it before– though, he couldn’t recall a time when he had celebrated it. It had never been at the forefront of his mind, really. When he thought of it– he thought of how, more than anything, it was a rather sad holiday. Did romantically committed people not appreciate their significant other any other day of the year? Were their relationships so dull that they had to create a holiday to make it better? Eventually, with so many years of holiday critique experience, he had forgotten the day’s significance entirely

And so, when the shopkeeper at the local parts store asked, “Any plans for valentines day?”

… he felt… guilty.

Of course he didn’t have any plans. What kind of plans does one make for such an occasion? *do* you make plans for someone you had one wild night with, that also lives with you?

Yeah, you probably make plans for that.

February 13th, morning. Viktor has kicked into overdrive. He’s gone over every option, having made a list of what he assumes women enjoy.

Food.

Everywhere locally is fully booked. Not that he checked… or, at least, not that he would admit he checked. Or that he checked multiple times in case someone had a pre-valentines breakup. Or that he tried to threaten people into canceling their reservations. No, he would never do any of that.

Making food was out of the question– he’s almost positive he gave you long-term food poisoning the last time he made dinner. He didn’t think he was particularly skilled when it came to the culinary arts, but, he didn't think he was *that* bad. Maybe if he practiced a little? Followed instructions to a tee? Still, even with practice, there's no way he could improve past poisoning levels in a day.

Quality time.

The obvious answer, but the all too normal one. The two of you practically spend every day together, working on your latest projects. How could he make this day any different? Maybe a nice stroll through town? No– you’ve seen town far too many times to be impressed by it. Then– maybe a walk by the lake? But you'd probably get distracted and fall in. What if it’s raining? Hell, you'd get a grand idea to try and “collect” lightning, and end up getting yourself killed.

Gift Giving.

It’s so cliche. Obviously, he can’t give chocolates and flowers. That would make him just like everyone else in the world. He’s better than that. It has to be something… unique. Something that has more thought into it. Perhaps something he could easily make within the time constraints.

Yes– this could work.

February 13th, Evening.

You’ve been banned from the lab. You’ve been banned from anywhere remotely near the lab. Essentially, you’ve been confined to your room. He’s been acting off ever since coming back from the shop. On one hand, you’d like to ask him what’s wrong– on the other hand you already know.

And, if he would let you get close to him for just a minute, you could explain to him that you don’t need all the festivities. You’d be perfectly happy just spending the day like any other.

All the while, Viktor is strategically planning how to present this. Grand? Casual? Ack– he has so much trouble with those emotional gift giving ceremonies. Even in childhood, he despised the idea of performing to a crowd of expectant people as you opened up a gift and pretended to be surprised.

Maybe if he just– gave it to you while you were asleep. Then you could wake up and notice it later on. It completely eliminated that unsavory presentation step.

Valentines day, 4:38 a.m. Viktor is a man of sound reasoning and logic. He is knowledgeable, especially within the scientific field. Hardworking, dedicated– sometimes overly so. Great at creating, building, dissecting, and altering many a creation. Some might call him the most determined man in the world. Some wouldn’t call him a man.

Then again.. There are some moments where he falls short of perfection. Especially when it comes to being quiet– his metal body clanking against the floor as he approaches you. He can’t say he's particularly stealthy, but at least he can be gentle– or so he thinks, grabbing your arm and roughly throwing a ring on your left hand.Before he could even get it all the way on, you’d woken with a startle from your dead sleep.

“Viktor?! Don’t you think it’s a little early for this!?”

With how stealthy and gentle he’d been, he was sure you wouldn’t wake. For you to come out yelling… well… it startled him a bit too. This was especially evident, judging by the shattering glass sound and flash of light emerging from the claw.

He was gonna need to replace that window… it’ll get drafty in here. You'll get sick. He can't have that.

“Viktor, please, it's so early. It’s WAY too early.”

As much as he hates to admit it, you were right. The stores wouldn’t even open until 10 at the least.

“Would the early afternoon work for you?” he asked.

“I– Viktor, when I said it was too early, I meant like… maybe we should wait a few months?! years, even?!”

“What? No. Why would we do that? Look, we can go 5:00 at the latest. I’d prefer before then, you know it's gonna be crowded.”

He’d walked out after that, leaving you with a ring on your finger and the assumption you’d be going to the courthouse sometime between 12 and 5.

#arcane x reader #machine herald x reader #mh viktor x reader #machine herald viktor x reader #league of legends viktor x reader #viktor x reader

[izakiisdead]

INTRODUCTION

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Hello !! I'm izakiisdead (izaki for short) and I write fan fictions,one shots and scenarios. I go by he/him pronouns. requests are on my bio, just click the 'ask me anything' button. I will only post 2 times a week (friday and saturday) if im feeling generous I might do 3 post a week !!

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BEFORE REQ

Make sure to specify what character, what AU, what do you want me to do and gender of the reader. Remember I only do male/gn reader !!

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RULES

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＞Male reader 「M!reader」 and Gender Neutral reader 「GN!reader」

＞ Male x M!/gn!reader

＞Sfw (Safe for work ♡) and slight Nsfw (Not safe for work ☆)

＞Characters from video games and anime (video games and animes will be listed down below)

＞Crossovers, different AUs and poly relationships.

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＞Female reader 「F/fem!reader」, because I want this to be a place for m!reader and nb!reader because theres not much out there.

＞Weird (in my perspective) kinks.

＞Pedophilia

＞Incest

＞adult x minor (this includes teacher x student)

＞angst (my heart cant handle angst too well but time will tell when i finally have the courage to write angst)

＞crazy yanderes (but soft yanderes are fine)

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CHARACTERS FROM ANIME / VIDEO GAMES I WILL WRITE

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Anime ✰

＞My hero academia (MHA)

＞Assassination Classroom

＞Haikyuu

＞Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no yaiba (KNY)

＞Ouran High School Host Club (OHSHC)

＞The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

＞Naruto/Naruto Shippuden

Video games ✰

＞Final Fantasy 15 (maybe some ff7 if you guys want some but ff15 bcz idk much about ff7 LMAO)

＞Yandere Simulator (including those non existence male rivals and yandere kun bcz I LOVE THEM)

＞Genshin Impact

＞Mystic Mesenger

＞Ensemble stars (maybe ? idk)

＞Stardew Valley

＞Street Fighter IV

Non video games or anime ✰

＞Creepypasta

＞Vocaloid (including genderbends)

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＞Nagisa boyfriend scenarios part 1 !!

＞ Soft!Yandere!Itona Horibe x Oblivious!Male!Reader

＞Masky x GenderNeutral!Reader x Hoodie

＞Karma Akabane x GenderNeutral!Reader

＞Headcanons : Denki Kaminari x Idol!Male Reader

＞Nightmare Comfort ! Sam x Male reader !

＞B-BUNNY EARS ?!?! Team 7 x Bunny!Male reader

＞Festive Love. Naruto Uzumaki x Silent!Male Reader

＞Headcanons : Ken Masters x Male Reader

＞''I'll love you either way !'' Sam (stardew valley) x Trans!Male reader

＞Headcanons : Denki Kaminari x Ghost!Male reader

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I think thats all ! If you're wondering about AUs, any AUs are fine !! :DD

By the way ! this rule page will be changing once in a while, it depends !

-izaki out !

#male reader #anime x male reader #anime #video games character x male reader #non binary reader #gender neutral reader #assassination classroom #Assassination classroom x male reader #my hero acedamia #my hero academia x male reader #creepypasta #Creepypasta x male reader #haikyuu!! #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #saiki k #mlm #gay #nblm #aesthetic #x reader #naruto #naruto shippuden #head canon

[likemosaic]

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send a " ⭐ " and i will list muses i would be interested in throwing at yours. / @m80495

honey you know you can have all my rwby muses. but also if youre interested/a part of any of the other fandoms we can always put merc in a crossover!

i actually have this headcanon that the reason that neo's boots are so strong in the roman/neo versus ruby fight is that she's inspired by mercury's legs/talaria, and she added steel to the base of her shoes. both dancer inspired, and they also have that shared "what happened to my mom and my sibling? who knows, trauma is horrible and i can't think about it" thing which sucks. i don't know how much attention she would've given mercury while roman was alive, but on the inverse, i don't know that he'll have much patience for her horrible grief from roman's death. she's really going through the motions and trying to find someone new to imprint codependency on after v3, with mixed bag results. also, her schizophrenia and her identity disorder is acting up HARD, and that makes some of the exchanges they have.....a little strange. it depends on how mercury can cope with that! im down for toxicity, but hey, maybe merc will be able to be a good polite boy (probably not).

cinder, the queen of autism and toxicity. is there even anything to be said here. canon mutual distrust and dislike, fun enemies. but she's not all bad all the time, and i can't blame mercury for hanging around her, because maybe those scraps of positive attention she can give are worth it? she did tell him she liked his jacket once. that's something. go after that milf, merc, chase your dreams.

COCO IS GOING THROUGH IT AND MERCURY BLACK YOU STAY AWAY FROM THAT INNOCENT YOUNG WOMAN. and by that i mean she probably tried to have sex with him at beacon, and also hated his guts for kicking her ass in the festival. volume 3 was a really low time for her and she was incredibly depressed so............mercury shoo. hsp au, aka coco's salem squad au, is something i made with a friend but we can always plot something similar if you found "evil villain mind control coco" interesting. alternatively, depending on how mercury acts towards her as a "haven" student, they could be friends for a while, because she's pretty friendly up until he mollywops her in the vytal festival and destroys her already suffering pride. did i mention she'd try to sleep with him? she loves a boy who will treat her so so bad.

ozpin is very well aware that salem is doing something in the vytal festival, and i think he could even guess that crmn are probably the plants, but it's better to let them gather info rather than to show his hand and potentially make beacon look bad by expelling "innocent" students. that said, he might pull mercury into his office or keep an eye on him, and i'd love to see mercury's reaction to someone trying to be a healthy adult towards him. though oz would have some internalized pettiness...good luck oz.

#m80495 #answers. #enjoy!!! you can have any of them ofc but these are the ones who stuck out #<3

[eddieydewr]

no hate to you and all this celebrities bullshit hating game aside, what is your opinion on what israel has been doing since oct 7? do you think it’s justified? do you think it has been exaggerated by social media? im genuinely curious (hope this doesn’t come off as patronizing because i really am just curious)

thank you for asking without hostility! i already spoke a bit about the IDF in this ask from february but i’ll expand~

i believe israel had no choice but to respond after the 10/7 massacre. i’m not claiming to know the ins and outs of the IDF, whether the massacre was premeditated* (with netanyahu’s knowledge, or if armed response was purposely delayed as to ramp up casualty number, etc), and i don’t know what is the truth or propaganda/fabricated (from both sides). but i do believe since there are hostages in gaza, israel had to act. could’ve they done it differently? absolutely. but at the same time, i don’t trust anything that comes from hamas and their shills. i’m sorry if that offends you but i just don’t. they control everything that goes on in gaza, including journalism and the health ministry. independent and foreign journalists aren’t allowed in gaza. the AP photographers are associated with hamas and terror proxies, and they were complicit in the massacre on 10/7. i don’t trust social media influencers like motaz and bisan.

no doubt you’ll have heard of shani louk. it was an AP photographer who snapped that picture of the poor girl whose lifeless body was laid face down in the back of a pickup truck, with her limbs at unnatural angles; and to add insult to injury, being used as a footrest for those hamas soldiers. not to mention a palestinian man, part of the crowing observers in gaza, who spat on her body, as if she meant nothing. oh, but what about the 30,000 people dead? yeeeeah. like i said, i don’t trust hamas. it’s almost only women and children. no hamas members? there’s an instance where hamas readily had a list of victims with their name, age, and ID number after like 30 minutes of a bombing (i think the one where hamas claimed to be israel’s doing but it was a misfire). this is impossible. especially when at the time, victims of 10/7 were still being searched and identified. by forensics and volunteers. of course there are dead palestinians but i wouldn’t be surprised if the numbers are exaggerated, and the majority of them were hamas.

islamic extremists despise the west but they’ll happily propagandise in exchange for money and support/sympathy, even better if the support includes antisemitism (especially from the left), calls for the dismantlement of israel, and even calls for caliphate in the west 💀 the native americans i follow online are side eyeing the useful idiots. down with the usa in favour of another colonialism? well done.

ok. i need to be balanced. many israelis i know of, as well as jews in the diaspora (which includes brett gelman!), agree that *netanyahu has got to go. he is very right wing, and let’s say… i wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the reason armed response was delayed on 10/7. he probably needed a number to justify such a response against hamas (meaning an attack on gaza where innocents are to suffer, especially due to hamas’ cowardice), and IDF members on duty were likely kept in the dark. he probably doesn’t have good intentions when it comes to gaza or even palestine. i don’t know much about him but i don’t think he’s anything like hitler (which is an offensive comparison to make in the first place; let’s not call jews nazis. unless they actually are but the word has a meaning. maybe white supremacy is more appropriate; which doesn’t rly make sense to me because jews are diverse). and i don’t think he knew or expected 10/7 to happen. i’ll acknowledge that there were warnings but if you know how those things work, you’d understand that not every warning/threat can be investigated (it costs money), plus sometimes it’s just not plausible. israel holds many music festivals and gigs a year, so it’s a case of which one? and well, if you got a warning that hamas soldiers were going to break through the border as well as arriving into israel via paraglides, and start murdering festival goers and civilians in their own homes, maybe grab some hostages and hold them in gaza for reasons (in exchange for thousands of palestinian prisoners in israel, notable prisoners who did bad things)? i’d be baffled, ngl. and like i said, it’d be difficult to investigate such a warning since there are many festivals to come within a year. and paraglides??? but i’m not a war nor terrorism expert. and netanyahu certainly is complicit in some aspects.

i believe the IDF mostly care about bringing hostages home, doing their best to minimise casualty (it is a war, not genocide), and preferring for hamas to surrender. unfortunately they have a shitty leader in netanyahu, not to mention the bad actors in service; like the male soldiers showing off lingerie? not really sure the purpose of that, maybe it’s male degeneracy or they’re somehow delighting in the hypocrisy of radical muslims and their double standards? i just don’t know. but they don’t represent israel or jews (remember, there are muslims in the IDF too).

social media definitely doesn’t help. it’s a useful tool for awareness but it’s also useful for lies, misinformation, and propaganda (both good and bad). and i don’t like how some online spaces are committed to sorting celebs and big names by their stance on the israel-hamas war, because for most of them, it’s blown out of proportion (noah as a notable example). plus it doesn’t achieve anything meaningful. social media definitely contributes to the massive jump in antisemitism and anti-arab/islamophobia. i think what pisses me off the most is the point scoring from trolls on both sides because it is not helpful; people in gaza are not all the better for it, and it makes any potential peace process between palestine and israel even more unrealistic.

i feel i have loads more to say but i think i should stop here. sorry anon 😳 apologies for any typos or if i worded some things badly. i hope you’re not interpreting this reply as my being hostile, because i only want to be upfront with what i know and my opinions, and if i’m ever wrong about something when the war ends and facts come to light, i’ll own it.

#beth answers

[xxdespairfactionashtonxx]

I guess Im gonna be a little more active on here since Elon Musk is turning Twitter into a total shitshow and taking away any sort of safe space for queer people like me...

Anyways, a small update. This past year I've still been working at a hospital (fun), I turned 26, I am still with my girlfriend (yes gf, she came out as trans), and we saw many concerts this year. That includes seeing Alesana twice, Black Veil Brides twice, and believe it or not, me and my gf actually pulled off the trip to Las Vegas to go to When We Were Young Fest. Funny thing is, somehow we had the same flight as Story of the Year and the band literally sat right across the isle from us. We didnt talk to them on the flight (I really wanted to though), but the experience was insane). We had tickets for both Saturday and Sunday but this horrendous windstorm came in that Saturday and the festival was forced to cancel the first day. It was a total bummer, but honestly was the best choice of action cause the winds really were that bad. So me and my gf had to condense our "want to see" list for just that Sunday, and here are the bands we ended up seeing while we were there:

Saosin, Hawthorne Heights, Story of the Year, Boys Like Girls, Dashboard Confessional, Senses Fail, The Used, AFI, (very little) Jimmy Eat World, Black Veil Brides, The All-American Rejects, (caught the end of) Avril Lavigne, Bright Eyes, Alkaline Trio, Thursday, and My Chemical Romance.

I wish I was able to see Bayside, Taking Back Sunday, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Silverstein, Paramore, A Day to Remember and Amor For Sleep but sacrifices sadly had to be made. And we would have seen them if we had two days! At least I saw Taking Back Sunday for their 20 year anniversary. I heard they really suck live these days anyways.

But at least the night before the canceled day we got to see Alesana do a mini festival at a bar just on the outside of the city. The Higher, Social Order (members of Metro Station), Rookie of the Year, and Vampires Everywhere were all there and it was a fun night. Michael Vampire recognized us and he even DJed one of the best emo nite playlists I ever heard after Alesana finished their show. The only footage I got the entire trip was of the My Chemical Romance show sadly. I'm not one for taking pics and videos at shows or on vacations in general cause it feels like it removes me from the experience.

Anyways I guess it's nice to be back. I'm not expecting a ton of attention from my posts. I just want to make and maintain friendships. At least tumblr is kinda like LiveJournal. I just wish the internet would fucking decentralize like the old days already... -_-

#emo #scene #scemo #rawring20s #emocore #y2kcore #emo boy #emo fashion #emo blog #myspace emo #when we were young #emo bands #scenecore #elder emo

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Tag Game Wednesday !!!

thank you @jrooc for coming up with such fun festive questions! i didnt get to do this on time because my offices holiday party was last night so today has been rough

Favourite (lol) nickname you’ve ever been given: I think gillie is probably the cutest, but gigi is the most commonly used

Where are you located?

What season is it where you are now? I think winter? it sure is fucking cold !

Favourite tradition this time of year: I always go surfing with my brother on christmas when we are home, real christmas for me has always been about a bright, warm sunny day at the beach with my family

Favourite holiday food:  usually we make seared ahi or steaks for Christmas dinner, so those two

Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider?: mulled wine!! delish

Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? respectfully as fuck, bleh to all three, i dont think ive ever even heard of a nut roast. but we might make a crispy pork belly

Would you rather spend the December holidays in:  A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?: EASY! Im already flying home to the beach for christmas

Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? very pro snow, if its going to be cold it better fucking snow, otherwise its just cold for what?

Have you ever built a snowman? yes, it was one of my first to do's when i got here, i built a tiny little snowman outside my dorm

Skiing or Snowboarding? neither! ice skating

Do you decorate for the holidays? This has been the first year that I got a little christmas tree for my apartment, it makes waking up in the dark mornings a lot easier

Favourite holiday movie? I love the grinch and elf, and i count edward scissorhands as a christmas movie and usually my family will watch one of the harry potter movies lets throw in a dog named christmas, just for fun

Favourite holiday fanfic? Yesterday i would have said I dont know any holiday fics, but luckily @gallavichfanficlibrary pulled together a rec list of holiday fics so, all of those !

If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? since i have the saltburn disease rn i would say barry keoghan bc we have the same slightly off putting energy

Where would it take place? it would be hilarious to set it somewhere like arizona right? but no one in the world does christmas quite like right here in nyc so that would be my final answer

play along if you havent already !!! tag me if you see this and choose to play!!

#tag game #sgt says #Spotify

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Same prompt, five favourite ships-

Starchaser-

"Im not off to do drugs, drink alcohol, gamble or kiss any girls." James counted the points off on his fingers, frowning when he only managed four, "Happy?"

"No." Effie replied, as calm as ever. James groaned. He'd never lied to his mother, and he wasn't going to start now. Drugs has never been his thing, he was not stupid enough to get drunk at this things, he'd never gambled in his life and... well, Regulus Black wasn't a girl.

Wolfstar-

"Im not off to do drugs, drink alcohol, gamble or kiss any girls." Sirius listed them off effortlessly, a list of things he had done before and had no intention of doing that particular night. "Happy?"

"No." Effie replied, as calm as ever. Sirius groaned, he loved her, but Effie could be overprotective. He was being honest anyway, no body was bringing drugs (that he knew of), his alcohol limit for the week had been reached already, gambling away his money before he had a chance to spend it was too stupid even for drunk Sirius, nevermind sober, and if he was kissing anyone, it was certainly not going to be a girl. And it was certainly going to be Remus Lupin.

Pandalily-

"Im not off to do drugs, drink alcohol, gamble or kiss any girls." Pandora listed the charges off with a reassuring smile, Regulus looked unconvinced. "Happy?"

"No." He replied, with equal enthusiasm. Pandora hit him on the arm, as hard as she could muster.

She was lying, of course, but there was no way for him to know that. While there was no plans for drugs or alcohol, and gambling had always sounded like a bad idea to her- Pandora absolutely planned on snogging Lily Evans and nothing was going to stop her.

Rosekiller-

"Im not off to do drugs, drink alcohol, gamble or kiss any girls." Barty grinned, Regulus gave him a flat look. "Does nothing make you happy?"

"No." The boy replied, his frown wavering for a slight moment. Barty plunged his head into a pillow dramatically. Evan threw an elbow into his ribs.

Ah.

Evan. That's why he was doing this.

As Barty had claimed, no drugs, alcohol or gambling were planned for the nights festivities. Nor kissing girls, however, no claims were made against boys. And definitely no claims were made against Evan Rosier.

Dorlene-

"Im not off to do drugs, drink alcohol, gamble or kiss any girls." Marlene frowned, she didn't like lying to Mary. A necessary evil, sure, but that didn't mean she had to enjoy. "Happy?"

"No." Mary gave the other girl her best I know what your doing look. Marlene shied away from it.

It was mostly truth, gambling and drugs were off the table- and probably alcohol too, but she could never know with Dorcas' friends. Kissing girls... that was the lie. But who wouldn't want to kiss Dorcas Meadows? Marlene certainly wasn't immune to the temptation, and the idea that Dorcas may let her? that was enough to justify lying to Mary. At least for one night.

#marauders #marauders era #fuck jkr #fuck jk rowling #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #pandora rosier #lily Evans #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #dorcas meadowes #mary MacDonald #marlene mckinnon #euphemia potter #effie potter #hp #writing #guess I did have the energy to write something Marauders today #starchaser #Wolfstar #pandalily #rosekiller #dorlene #jegulus #sunseeker #watch castle everyone #season one is the best #prompts

[psyduckappears]

Homesickness for stoncy? PLS ik you've written the last two prompts for it, so im sorry if you get sick of writing stoncy 😭😭

read it on ao3

no but honestly i don't think that getting sick of these three idiots is even possible!!! this was such a blast and also this got away from me again so BADLY ..... hope you like it :)

It's a twist-of-fate kind of coincidence, how it all comes together.

After Vecna, after another brush with death, and world-death, and all-encompassing devastation, Hawkins goes back to normal.

Small-town people are a species beyond comprehension – a tight-knit family that will stab each other in the back at the first opportunity but hold your hand through the next crisis as though nothing happened, a steaming casserole or a rich, sweet pie ready to end all your worries – a community of shared knowledge and shared identity that doesn’t welcome difference but values togetherness over honesty; it’s alright to be different as long as we don’t acknowledge it – a microcosm of shared-experience who will help each other through their trauma as long as nobody calls it trauma.

Hawkins goes back to town-festivals in the summer and caring too much about high school basketball games and exchanging gossip on Main Street when you’ve just run into your neighbor after checking off the last of your grocery list.

The kids go back to school. Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan graduate high school and, only a blink of an eye later, move away for college. Joyce finds a new job, one that pays marginally better than the one at Melvald’s, when one of the school’s secretaries retires. She has more than enough experience making phone calls thanks to that awful telemarketing gig, and nobody doubts that she’ll be able to manage any parent that might try to cause trouble just fine. Even Hopper goes back to his small-town Chief job, now sharing households with Joyce, and together neither of them need to pull as many hours as they did before.

Steve is … well, Steve is Steve. Does he spend too much of his time off work alone at home, watching on the news as the world at large goes to ruins around him that from this rural exile stay distant silhouettes on the horizon? Absolutely. Does he feel a little left behind, here in Hawkins, while the others have left him for the wide, wide world, where life happens every day, right before your eyes? Sure. Sure, he does, but it’s more than that.

He misses Robin, who moved to Boston with Nancy. They promised each other he’d follow her there as soon as he has some money saved and an eye on a job, but so far, it’s all felt a little hopeless. Besides, he doesn’t think he’s quite ready to leave Hawkins, yet, despite everything. After everything over the past couple of years, he probably should be running without a single look over his shoulder, but the thought of leaving still makes him uneasy, invokes this violent urge to radio Dustin, or El, or any of the kids just to see that everything is still looking calm. It’s hard to trust the peace.

Robin, the absolute saint that she is, understands. He thinks they all do, to some extent, even the ones of them who’ve left and sworn up and down they wouldn’t miss the place in the least.

He misses Nancy, too, who he’d just started getting closer to again after Vecna, and Jonathan, who he’d just started to really get to know before they moved away, leaving him behind, too.

So yeah, again, he does feel left behind, and he wants to be out there, but sometimes he thinks in the privacy of his own mind that he feels homesick, and it’s more like … he misses the home Hawkins used to be, before. When they were all still here, and when another apocalypse wasn’t fresh behind them all, and even (though he’d never say it to anyone) those moments facing down hell, where at least it felt like his lacking prospects for a meaningful future wouldn’t matter for much longer. Who cares if you ever got into college when you’re already dead?

He misses, most of all, a time where he wasn’t always looking over his shoulder, not always checking if all his ducks are still in a row, are still alive. He misses sleep without dreams where people he loves die like it means nothing, alive one second, gone the next. He misses a town where every shadow doesn’t feel like a warning, and he longs for a place where everything isn’t predictable, even the crises. Maybe, he thinks, he just misses somewhere he’s never been.

Nancy fills her time between classes with extracurriculars until she doesn’t have time to miss anyone, or at least that’s what she tells herself even while she’s already realizing that it doesn’t work. She joins the campus paper, a group of girls who run together twice a week, and a progressive feminist student organization that Robin invites her along to, but she still feels her fingers itch for her car keys all the time, ready to drive to New York, to Hawkins. It helps to know that Jonathan is the same way.

They schedule phone calls whenever neither of them has class or anything else – mostly when Robin does have class or something else, not because they desperately need the privacy but because she spends most of her time and the money she doesn’t need for rent to call Steve.

Sometimes, when Nancy comes home during one of those calls, Robin will grin and greet her and force the phone into her hand. Nancy kind of loves her for it, if she’s honest, and Robin’s expression says that she knows it even without her saying it.

Calls with Steve always make her smile too wide, and more often than not, she holds him up for way too long, trading news from college and stories about Robin for anything going on back in Hawkins, the more mundane the better. He always has something good about her brother and his friends, at the very least, something light that will make her laugh and that Mike would never tell her himself.

She also learns, this way, that he and Jonathan talk on the phone sometimes, too. It’s usually when Jonathan gets anxious about being so far from home, and he doesn’t really trust Will or his mom to tell him if anything was up because they know he’d be right on his way back home. Nancy can’t say she blames him, and she’s grateful, really, that Steve can do that for Jonathan, now. Be a link back home to take off the edge. Be a friend at all, after all their history. It’s just that it makes her miss them both so much more.

They go home for Christmas, but it’s just a few days before they have to head back to study for some upcoming exams, and they spend the holidays with their families. Only Robin begs off most of the time before and after Christmas dinner to spend with Steve, and then they’re gone again, after just barely a glimpse of the other two.

Calls and calls and calls pass between the three of them, and suddenly it’s a Friday night in early spring, just about 10pm, and Nancy can’t stand it anymore. She calls Jonathan.

“If I leave now, I can pick you up in about four hours,” is what she opens with. She’s met with a few seconds of silence.

“My roommates are out,” Jonathan finally replies. “You can ring the doorbell. I’ll sleep until then and take over.”

Smiling to herself, she starts a pot of coffee. He always knows exactly what she’s thinking. “Power nap halfway there.”

“One or two hours. Maybe near Pittsburgh.”

“We’ll be in Hawkins by afternoon. You have class on Monday?”

“Nothing I can’t skip this one time. I feel like we won’t want to haul ass back to campus after just one night.”

Jonathan is already awake again when Nancy rings the bell, an overnight bag, leftover pasta, and a thermos of coffee ready to go. At 2am, even the city that never sleeps has that eerie quality to it, though it isn’t really silent. Especially not on a Friday night. Still … even though he thinks it’s comforting, in a way, the thought of Nancy standing out in front of his door in the middle of the night, entirely unprotected, has him rushing down the stairs. He doesn’t exactly live in a nice part of town, and judging from past experience, even that can’t save you, sometimes.

“Hi.” Nancy grins when he bursts out the door, the momentum from the stairs still in him as he pushes against the door a little more forcefully than necessary.

Nancy looks tired but happy, messy but beautiful. She looks like she was already halfway to bed when she called him and barely took the time to get dressed before hopping into her car; hair tied up hazardously, sweatpants that he’s pretty sure are his tied fastened with a tight knot so they won’t slip from her waist and looking oddly discordant with her street shoes, and a sweater that is frayed at the sleeves from where she worries them while studying.

He kisses her hello, met with something hi, there you are, and I missed you, too, and then she barely leaves him the time to catch his breath before she’s dragging him back to the car.

There’s a laugh on his lips when he takes the keys from her and slips into the driver’s seat.

“Alright, Jitterbug, how much coffee have you had on your way here?” he asks as they start down the street. They should always leave in the middle of the night, he thinks; the traffic is way less awful at this time.

“Oh my god,” Nancy says, already digging through his backpack for one of the tapes he – predictably, apparently – brought. “Did you just make a Wham! reference?”

He gasps, only half-pretending to be offended. “You know exactly that I wasn’t –“

“I need to tell Steve.” She’s giggling, now, which is definitely a sign that she should probably get those few hours of sleep in, soon. Drunk Nancy has never been a fun time, but sleepy Nancy? She’s a blast. She loves everyone, and she thinks everything is hilarious, and Jonathan loves her, but he really needs to focus on getting them out of the city and onto the right interstate. “I swear, Jonathan, the first thing I will tell him when we see Steve is that you, Jonathan Byers, made a Wham! reference after being all high and mighty when you found out he listened to them.”

“You know they – you know they didn’t invent the word ‘jitterbug’, right?”

Nancy just keeps laughing at him until he knocks her over a little at the shoulder, which has her grin over at him tiredly. He feels unfathomably fond, but he just gives her a roll of his eyes, gluing his eyes back to the road in front of him.

“Take a nap,” he tells her. “I’ll wake you up when it’s time to take a break.”

“You mean you’ll wake me up before you go-go,” she grins, but she dodges his swatting hand and closes her eyes, resting her head against the window.

The drive isn’t half bad, even though the sentimental part of him wishes they were driving east so he could watch the sun come up. This way, the further they get into the morning hours, his gaze keeps slipping to the rearview mirror, not wanting to miss it.

He drives, drives, stops for gas, stretches his legs, and keeps driving. Before he knows it, Nancy wakes on her own, and they’re well past Pittsburgh.  In fact, they’re almost at Zanesville, and it’s nearing ten in the morning.

When Nancy realizes this, she gasps and smacks his shoulder several times. “Jonathan!”

“What?”

“You’ve been driving almost eight hours.”

“I wasn’t tired,” he defends, even though he knows it’s still not exactly reasonable. He’s had, what, three and a half hours of sleep? She gives him a look, like god, why do I love this idiot, and it makes him grin sheepishly in a way that makes them both think of Steve, somehow.

Which makes sense because he swears, Steve makes him a little bit stupid.

He will not examine this fact right now, though.

“At the next stop, we’re switching,” she tells him, glaring a little. He can tell she’s reluctantly well-rested, though, and they both know she is much happier about it than she will ever admit when she says, “I guess at least now we can skip that power nap, get there a little earlier. I need to … walk around a bit first, though. My bones feel like I’ve been stuffed into a moving box for two days.”

Rather than agreeing, Jonathan just cracks his stiff neck, laughing when the sound makes her crinkle her nose in disgust. He needs a stretch, too, he really does; his gas foot feels like he’s been flexing it for hours, and he’s pretty sure his ass has fallen asleep. He can’t feel the right half, anymore, and it’s decidedly not a pleasant experience.

“Also, we’re getting breakfast. Gas station food sucks, but I am starving.”

“There’s a box of pasta salad in my backpack,” he offers, even though pasta salad is really just a fancy way of referring to yesterday’s cold lunch. “Knock yourself out. I had some before we left, so I’ll probably just get a donut, or something.”

“You ate pasta salad at two in the morning?” Nancy asks, scandalized as if they haven’t done the same thing with leftover pizza after sharing his last bit of pot or staying up too long studying and … studying. He raises his eyebrow at her, and her judgmental expression melts into a knowing quirk of her lip, an admission of complicity. She starts looking for the box, then, and calls him an idiot for forgetting to bring a fork.

She eats it with her free hand instead of waiting to see if they’d have any at the rest stop, and he falls a little bit more in love with her when she drops a bit of pasta, it falls right into her hoodie, and she begins laughing so hard that she almost chokes.

Robin starts calling at seven and manages to shake Steve out of bed by eight, when he stumbles to the phone with a big yawn and a world of annoyance.

“’lo?” he mutters into the phone, the absolute most anyone could expect of him at this ungodly hour on a Saturday.

“Steve! God, finally –“

“Robin, what the fuck?” He keeps the phone by his ear and drags the chord to the kitchen, where he turns on the coffee maker. “Why are you calling me at –“

“It’s Nancy,” she interrupts him, and only then does he recognize that tone in her voice. It isn’t angry Robin, or excited Robin, even though both sound just as frantic as she does now. It’s terrified Robin. And she’s scared because of Nancy.

He stills.

“What? What do you mean –“

“She’s – not here! I was out late last night, I don’t know if she was still here then because I figured she was in bed, and you know she always has to park super far away from the building, but this morning I realized her keys were gone, and so were her shoes, and she doesn’t have class or any of her other stuff today because she has this big paper due next Thursday, and she cancelled all her clubs and shit for that.”

“I – Robin,” he interrupts, trying to be calm, even though it feels counterintuitive. “Don’t you think she could have just … gone out? To … to the library, or to go shopping, or …?”

“She never takes the car for that. She only uses it when she’s leaving the city.”

“So maybe she went to see Jonathan.”

“I tried calling him. His roommate says he hasn’t seen him, but he ‘took all the food’, which is probably an overstatement, knowing that guy, but – anyway, Jonathan is also gone. I just – I don’t have a good feeling about this, Steve.”

The truth is, neither does Steve. Steve is, in fact, freaking the hell out as he’s standing there in his kitchen, not at all tired, anymore. He tries grasping for logic, that they might have just … gotten together to have a picnic, or something, but …

But suddenly it occurs to him that while he’s been hesitating to leave Hawkins unprotected, he’s been doing the exact same thing to them.

“She didn’t leave a note? Anything to say where she’s going?” Robin’s silence speaks volumes, and Steve feels the dread growing like a shadow in him, looming and dark, always behind him.

Nancy wouldn’t just disappear without telling anyone. Neither would Jonathan. Not after everything that’s happened. He takes the little bit of coffee the machine has produced from the pot and mentally starts looking for his car keys. “I’m coming over there.”

He makes decent progress, despite the little bit of morning traffic that actually affects Hawkins, but breaking every speed limit he can get away with costs gas, and he has to stop a little over half an hour outside of Columbus to fill up the tank. He uses the payphone outside to call Robin to see if there have been any news, but now she isn’t answering, and he feels himself panic even more.

Maybe she’s just in the bathroom, or something, he tells himself. He should call again in a few minutes, maybe get something to eat in the meantime. He hasn’t eaten at all since last night.

His mind switching between Boston and New York, he walks back inside, finding a couple of things he normally enjoys in the snack aisle. He doesn’t feel particularly hungry, but he still goes through the motions of picking them out, swiping his card at the register, and lodging them under his arm to carry back to the car.

When he turns away from the cashier, he bumps into the guy behind him and drops all of it.

“Shit, sorry,” he mutters, already crouching down to pick up his good. He feels like he should get a pass for being clumsy under the circumstances, but it’s not like this guy knows that, and –

“Steve?” the guy says, having joined him on the ground to help him out, and when Steve’s head snaps up, yeah, sure thing, that’s Jonathan Byers right there in front of him. Steve almost thinks he’s hallucinating, but he doesn’t think he’s imaginative enough to come up with such an accurate image of that perplexed expression.  

He drops everything he’s picked up right back down again and squishes Jonathan into a hug that probably surprises Steve himself just as much as it does Jonathan.

“Uh, hi?” Jonathan’s voice is muffled against the fabric of Steve’s sweater, but he’s slowly reciprocating the hug, so it’s fine. It’s fine. It’s Jonathan. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I – oh god, is Nancy with you? Please tell me she’s –“

“Yeah, yeah, she’s outside,” Jonathan says, and then he’s pulling away, aiming a worried frown at Steve. “What’s wrong?”

“What are you doing here?” Steve exclaims, then, jumping up from the ground and realizing they’re still right in front of the register, right in the middle of that gas station. At least it’s not a popular one; their only audience is the guy who just rang Steve up a minute ago, and he looks like his job has long bored him to death, and he is now just a corpse with a mysteriously acquired ability to stand more or less upright.

“We’re – we wanted to see you.” The way it comes out is an almost indignant kind of stammer, but clearly embarrassed. Jonathan is looking at Steve but only kind of, and Steve can’t remember when he stood up, even less so when he crossed his arms over his chest so defensively.

Steve would tease him about it if he wasn’t so busy staring at him, open-mouthed, confused, and a little bit angry in the wake of the whole scare. And then there’s that other feeling, the one he’s gotten so incredibly good at ignoring.

Steve seems to be taking too long to reply because eventually, Jonathan goes back to stammering. Which is weird because Jonathan has never, ever been bad at silences.

“It’s just – Nancy called last night, and it was kind of insane because I was just hanging out at the apartment and being kind of miserable about how much I missed her and how … long it’d been since I’d seen you, and then she called and said we should drive back to Hawkins because apparently she was the same way, so …“

“So you just … took off in the middle of the night to – visit me?”

If Steve thought Jonathan looked embarrassed before, he doesn’t know what to call this. He only knows he’s never seen him this red in the face.

“I guess…”

It’s then that they’re interrupted, again not by a new customer but by Nancy, this time. She’s got her wallet out, is looking for something in it, and speaking as she walks into the gas station.

“Are you having trouble with your card again?” she asks, probably because she’s been wondering why on earth Jonathan has been taking so long to pay for their gas. “I keep telling you, you need to call the bank to get you a new one, this is getting – Steve?”

And, okay, so Steve already knew that she was fine, Jonathan already told him, more or less, what’s going on, but he swears, Nancy is still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his entire life right then. He barely knows what to say, and then Nancy helps him out.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, and only then does it occur to him that he never answered Jonathan when he asked him this a minute ago.

Priorities need to be set, though. Rather than answer her question, he does the same thing he did with Jonathan and pulls her into a big, extended hug. She goes a lot more willingly than Jonathan, even though she still seems beyond confused, and even when she pulls back, she leaves her arms around him.

“I – Robin called me,” he finally says, and he can watch every muscle in her face transform from pleasant surprise into some kind of horror.

“Shit,” she says. “Oh god, I – I didn’t leave a note!”

He snorts at that. “Yeah, no shit. You know how scared we’ve been?” He looks over his shoulder at Jonathan, who’s wearing a similar expression. “How is it both of you just decided to disappear without telling a single soul where on earth you’re going?”

“Shit, she didn’t call my mom, did she?”

Steve shakes his head, even though that’s really not what he wants to talk about, right now. “I radioed Will to check if he knew anything and told him not to tell her until I called. But he’s definitely going to be pissed when he finds out about this. Actually, so am I – what were you thinking? What if something had happened to you, and nobody would have known where to even start looking?”

Nancy’s hands around him land on his shoulders, then, squeezing reassuringly just like she used to do, eons ago. He wants to keep catastrophizing, but she stops his last resolve with a small smile. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to worry anyone, really. We just … really wanted to see you.”

And really, who could expect Steve to be mad about that? When they keep saying it like that? Part of him wants to resent the easy way Nancy’s echo of Jonathan’s words melts him into something warm and far more relaxed than he’s felt since he woke up this morning, but even that he can’t really hold onto.

“Well, it’s still stupid,” he mutters petulantly, but he pulls her back into another quick hug and lets go feeling a lot less wound up. “I’m gonna go back outside and call Robin.”

Jonathan finds him outside a minute later with Steve’s forgotten snack haul piled up in his arms, leaning against the wall as Steve talks to Robin.

“I know, they’re idiots,” he says, pointedly, which gets him one of those funny little Jonathan-smiles that make him feel all mushy and stupid. Considering the fact that they just nearly caused some sort of national search because they wanted to see him, he lets himself feel the mush for once and grins back. “But they’re really, really sorry and will totally make it up to us.”

“Did they say that or is it just wishful thinking?” Robin asks, but she sounds a hundred times better than when they last spoke, so it’s alright.

“They may not have said it in words, but it’s not like this doesn’t give us a lot of leverage. Anyway, apparently, I’m so incredibly awesome that they both just hadto up and –”

“Oh, hi, Robin,” Jonathan cuts in, snatching the phone from Steve. “Yeah, we’re really sorry about all this. It was pretty late, and it was kind of, uh, an impulsive thing. So we weren’t thinking straight. We didn’t mean to worry anyone, really.”

Steve watches him talk, even though he can’t hear Robin’s replies anymore. He can fill in her parts in his head, more or less accurately, but he doesn’t know what she says to make Jonathan go all pink in the face again.

Finally, Nancy joins them and demands her turn, by which time Steve has to put the third quarter into the phone’s coin slot. She talks to Robin for a little while, apologizing yet again for the scare and promising she’ll bring her back a truck’s load of those knock-off Heath bars she insists are so much better than the real deal, and Steve opens a bag of cookies while they wait for her to finish, offering one to Jonathan.

When Nancy hangs up the phone, all three of them stand silently by the phone for a minute, hovering around the inevitable what now.

“So…” Steve eventually breaks into the quiet.

“So?” Nancy echoes, something amused but not fully self-assured in her smile. Jonathan, beside her, suddenly looks even more nervous, so Steve gives both of them what he hopes is a somewhat reassuring grin.

“You two have any plans tonight?”

They end up at Steve’s place, on account of Nancy and Jonathan both being worried that if their families know they’re in town, they’ll ‘monopolize all of their time again’.

Steve has to stop himself from smiling when Nancy says that. She still blushes a little.

“I mean, I love them! And I miss them, and all that, but – we didn’t really get to see you when we were here for the holidays.”

“You know, Robin said you had some big paper due,” Steve says, looking between the two people on his couch. “Cleared your schedule for it and all. Not that I’m complaining, but – you know. You’re you.”

Miraculously, this makes her blush even more. After some prodding, she admits that she finished it all up yesterday in a productive streak, and that she might have wildly overestimated the amount of work it would be, which honestly sounds about right. He always knew she would continue overkilling it in college the same way she did in high school.  

“Oh, so you only came here because you didn’t have anything better to do,” he sniffs, anyways, and she swats at him but still has to smile at the overstated pout that his laughter really wants to break through. “No, no, I see how it is.”

“Oh, shut up!” she laughs. Jonathan, pressed against her other side, watches the scene with something like fond exasperation until Nancy turns on him, her face suddenly taken over with a grin like she’s only now remembering he’s here, and she snaps her head back to Steve in excitement. “Oh my god, I almost forgot. You won’t believe what Jonathan did last night!”

“What did he –“

“Nothing, don’t believe anything she says!”

“No, no, this is gold because – when I picked up Jonathan last night –“

“Libel!” Jonathan squeaks, wrapping an arm around Nancy’s waist and pressing the other down on her mouth as she keeps laughing. She tries licking his hand, wriggling in his arms, but she isn’t really fighting him. He isn’t holding onto her nearly strong enough to keep her in place if she was really trying. “Lies, slander, I - Steve, Nancy is trying to defame me, and I want you to know that you cannot believe anything that comes out of her mouth. She’s – she’s turned over to the yellow press, she’s –”

But Steve doesn’t respond. When Jonathan looks over at him, he’s watching them with a grin, like he isn’t even aware of it, and Nancy seems to notice it too because she stops squirming and stares back at Steve as well.

“What?” Jonathan eventually asks, suddenly self-conscious again. He isn’t usually like this in front of anyone but Nancy.

Steve’s eyes snap to his, but the smile doesn’t dim at all.

“Nothing,” he says, though his tone of voice suggests otherwise. “Just ... it's good to see you two.”

In his arms, Jonathan can feel Nancy soften, leaning back until her back is flush against his chest, his hands now both loose around her middle. There's been this understanding between them for a while. This understanding that means that Nancy knows exactly that he, too, is looking at Steve, and that he knows with just as much certainty that Nancy feels a similar warmth stirring in her at Steve’s words.

And maybe it's obvious. By all means, it really should be, if not from their calling at any given opportunity just to hear his voice, then from today, from the way they drove for hours and hours just because they couldn't stand missing him anymore.

But Steve was there too, several hours out of Hawkins, ready to cross state lines after they went missing for just a few hours. Worried out of his mind, embracing them with an inevitability like he's a compass and they’re north, and really, can there be an explanation for them finding each other like this that is any less significant than the earth's magnetic field?

Steve looks at them like that, now, like it’s a law of nature. Like he knows he can’t turn away, and he doesn’t mind at all. Jonathan thinks that the space that this look is taking up under his sternum might kill him, and he’d let it.

It’s Nancy who eventually braves the silence between them, reaching her hand out for his wrist and tugging him closer. She smiles, and Steve looks so openly hopeful that Jonathan frees one of his own hands to put on top of Nancy’s.

“It’s good to see you, too, Steve.”

The tension isn’t uncomfortable, but something has shifted, and it stays. Still, they spend the rest of the afternoon catching up, and it feels easy, just talking like that. Nancy talks about the adventures of living with Robin, the things they’re finding they have in common the more time they spend with each other. Jonathan talks about this impossibly pretentious guy in one of his classes and lets Steve tease him about it like, see, now you know how we feel.

Steve, for his part, gives them the weekly highlights of town gossip (Mrs. Baker left her bastard husband, good for her; the new mayor proposed another attempt at a mall and was unanimously shut down; a senior from Hawkins High was caught selling weed behind the school, only for Hopper to let him off with a warning because fuck Reagan, and I’m not ruining some idiot kid’s future over some fucking weed, Harrington, who do you take me for?). They ask him how he knows all that, which is how he realizes he hasn’t told them about his new job.

“Shit, that’s right! You know Flo? From the police station?” The question earns him two equally confused glances, which he willfully ignores because he knows they know her, and they’ll get why he’s talking about her in a minute, either way. “Anyway, she got sick a few weeks back, and I guess they never realized how much she was actually doing because once she wasn’t there anymore, everything kind of erupted into chaos. Hop knew I was looking to make some extra money, so he asked me if I wanted to be her stand in.”

“That’s … cool,” Jonathan says, like he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to think it’s cool. It makes Steve laugh, which makes Jonathan blush, which makes Steve’s cheeks hurt.

“It’s alright. Turns out I’m pretty alright at talking –“ Nancy gives him a no shit kind of look for that. “– and the hours aren’t bad. Besides, now that Flo’s back, it’s nowhere near as stressful.”

“They kept you on?” Nancy asks, surprised. “Even though she’s back?”

Steve shoots her a wry grin, like, see, I can keep a job. “Bunch of apocalypses are bound to make people paranoid, so there are a lot of calls to take. We got, like, several lines now. All the paperwork on top of that …”

“Sounds like you’re having a good time.”

The weird thing is, he really is. And he’s still saving money, and he's still planning to up and follow Robin into that wide, wide world, but for the first time in a very long time, he’s letting himself feel like it’s some idea of where he’s going.

Not that he wants to spend the rest of his life behind a desk. God, no. It's all the people that call, that come and go every day, looking for help. On some rare occasions, Steve is the one who gets to help them, in some small way, and he's realized that that's kind of the one thing he's really good at.

“You know that kid?” he says, by the way of nothing at all. Nancy cocks her head, that curious expression in her wide-as-the-sea eyes, and Jonathan frowns at him softly, nothing like the way he used to. “Ryan White, some middle schooler from up in Kokomo. Non-Hawkins news weren’t really top priority for a while with everything that was ... going on, last year, but Robin told me about it, and then I started following it … You’ve heard of him, right?”

There’s a short silence, and for that moment, Steve gets weirdly nervous. He tries to focus on Jonathan’s teeth pulling at the skin of his lower lip, but it only makes him nervous for a different reason, until he nods, slowly. “He’s the one who got sick, right?”

Steve hums, yes, that’s one way of putting it. “The one they wouldn’t let back into school. Someone shot through their living room window, did you know that? Just put a bullet through it.”

“God,” Nancy whispers.

“Nobody was home. They’re moving to Cicero, now that he’s finished with middle school. But I swear, the kid is what – fifteen? And he’s dying, and he has to deal with all of this bullshit on top of it all. And … it all makes me so mad when I think about it, which I do too much because I have way too much free time – ‘cause it’s not fair, right? And what else is not fair is that probably tons of other people are having the exact same issues but get none of the help or the – national fucking attention, whatever, none of that support and nobody cares. It makes me so angry, I could –“

Maybe they’re staring again. Maybe Steve has talked himself into half a rampage and gotten off-track from where he was originally going with this. Nancy is staring, and Jonathan is staring, both with those soft frowns that should be infuriating, should feel infuriating because they should be screaming of dear god, look at Steve, he really has been cooped up in here for too long. He’s turning into some Murray Baumann of obsessing over civil rights.

But it isn’t. They’re both looking at him like that, but it doesn’t feel condescending or pitying or even like they don’t understand. Which makes sense because – who is he talking to? There are two of the most empathetic and socially aware people he knows, even if he wouldn’t even have been able to identify them as that until Robin taught him what on earth that means.

“Yeah,” Jonathan finally mutters. “Yeah, no, I know what you mean. It’s – well, New York is bad. People out here are still pretending it isn’t happening, mostly, but back there, you can’t. … Sometimes you walk past an apartment building in a certain part of town, and you see a whole – a whole life in the dumpster behind it. Just thrown out because there was nobody who would or could claim it.”

The soft, warm tone of his voice has Steve deflating a little from the rigid stance he’s worked himself into. Nancy reaches out her right foot to nudge him with her socked toes. He sighs.

“I just – I want to do something. To help people, to – ” Steve manages. It’s the first time he says it out loud; he hasn’t even talked this over with Robin, not that there’s much to talk about, not that she isn’t the one who got him here in the first place, in a way. “I mean, I want to do something where I can help people like that, you know? People who don’t have anyone to back them up. I just … don’t know how.”

“Have you thought about …” Nancy begins. “I mean, maybe Hopper could help you –“

“Oh, no, no,” Steve cuts in. Maybe, maybe he’s gotten up by now, pacing back and forth in front of the couch like they can solve the whole question of his future right here, right now. “No offence to Hopper, the guy is a saint, but – well, for one thing, everything in the past couple years hasn’t really got me jumping up and down to work for the government in like, any way or form. And then – everything that Hopper’s done that makes him a great guy is also what kind of makes him a shitty police man? I mean, the police don’t exactly protect people, do they? They protect – I don’t know, the law? And the law doesn’t usually protect the people who really need it, so I just don’t –“

A hand on his wrist cuts him off, and he’s a little surprised that it’s attached to Jonathan, this time. In his endless mental list of maybes, Steve finds himself wondering if he’s staring at Jonathan, now, if turning to face him has left them just the slightest bit too close to one another.

“Uh,” he says, eloquently.

“I’m saying this in the kindest possible way – because you going all anti-establishment is weirdly, unfairly hot – and don’t you dare tell her I said this, but meeting Robin really is the best thing that ever happened to you.”

“She knows,” Steve replies, almost automatically, then clamps his mouth shut and abruptly lets it drop open again. “Wait, did you –“

Jonathan snatches his hand away like he's burned himself, so maybe he himself didn't realize what just came out of his mouth. He really does blush so drastically. It’s a little bit addictive to look at. There are a few seconds where both of them just sort of ... gape at each other, lost for words in this inane situation.

Nancy, fortunately, has always been rather impatient with them and cuts through their silence with an exasperated groan.

“For God's sake,” she says, with both of the others now staring at her instead, like waiting for her to tell them what happens next. “Will you just –“

She doesn't get to finish. She doesn't need to finish, really, because apparently her and Jonathan still share that strange psychic connection between them, so that Jonathan gets the message just fine.

They're kissing, and Steve never even saw it coming.

It somehow just happens like this. One moment, Steve is rambling about the … evils of the world, and the next, Jonathan Byers is kissing him like he doesn't know if it's allowed, and he'll give it his all just in case it's all that he's going to get. Maybe, Steve is kissing back the way he is for the same reason, or maybe it's just to prove that Jonathan is wrong. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Before he knows it, they’re pulling apart, breathless like marathon runners, but more from the shock than from exertion. More like the adrenaline of having slain the monster and lived rather than the endurance it took to get there.

Nancy doesn't give him the chance to catch his breath before she takes over from where Jonathan left off, and yes, he thinks dizzily, maybe this is that homesick feeling he's been having. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Well, he doesn't have to miss them tonight, or even tomorrow. And maybe, just maybe he is finally ready to come with them, find a place somewhere that can be a home they can all come back to, eventually. Hawkins has Hopper, Joyce, El, and the other kids there to look after it, look after each other. From the way the two of them keep looking at him after they part, he gets the feeling that he might be needed elsewhere.

#stranger things fic #stranger things #stoncy #prompt fill #jonathan x steve x nancy

[riomsworld]

Okay, even though no one asked me for my opinion,i want to write down my thoughts on what could happen in season 4 (and maybe 5) of LMK.

I do not try to predict the exact plot or who will be the villan in that arc, I only want to focus on the relationships of the characters in my little rant , so please strap in.

Oh and spoiler warnings for the people who haven't watched the show yet

Even though Monkey king is one of my Favorit characters, (tbh I love them all but if I had to make a tear list, he would be on top) and I could write a whole essay explaining why he acted like he did in season 2&3, defending his actions with every word in it, I have to agree that if we look at his relationships with the rest of the Mk crew , he has some explaining and apologising to do.

I really hope that the writers touch on the subject. Maybe they write in a short bit where he talks to Mei, apologising to her that he really didn't want her to get hurt and that he had planned it differently. (Like the short explanation we got in episode 10 but a little longer)

Like I know that this conversation is not likely to happen because, let's face it, Monkey king is on of the last characters who would actively search the conversation with someone. The talk he had with MK was probably the furthest thing we ever will get for an insight in his emotional state.

But I really hope that maybe while fighting against someone or something. Mai has to trust Monkey king for a maneuver and they have tgat whole "like I trusted you with the samadi fire??!..." conversation.

(Or maybe show how he feels through his actions, show that he truly didn't want this to happen, make him flinche , make him look concerned or other forms of body language)

Speaking of trust.

He has to work on that part to.

Not only does he have to regain the trust of the others (like Pigsy for example) , he has to lean how to trust. On more than just the basic level.

He has to learn that trusting, involving and communicating with others, is a good thing. Maybe MK can teach him something once.

They could show us his change of thinking by showing us that he is much more involved in the gang or something.

For example they have to create a plan and he works together with them developing it.

While we are at it, I really, really want a red son arc where he has to come to terms with the fact , that he thinks of MK, Mei and crew , as friends.

Maybe a whole "I, Red Son, member of the demon bull family, son of the greate DBK, realy want to hang out with you guys and not just when I need your help" moment.

The ending of season 3 implied that Sandy, Pigsy and Tang have some amount of magic.

(I'm referring to that scene where they stand together, supporting MK and they light up with magic)

And Tang was able to use magic not just that one time , but 3 times through out season 3.

When he incounterd Macaque at the light festival

When he did the ritual the activate the samadi fire

At the ending fight with LBD

I really hope they come back to that fact and not just lose it in the plot because when he has the powers of the great monk, he could seal demons away, which we know the greate monk could do. I need to see content on this part.

Bevor I get to the one thing, I would would do anything for to see, I want to point out something else I hope to get mentioned im the following season(s).

We all remember the last quote from LBD , right?

"Know this Monkey, you and I are not so different. We both fight for what we think is right. That pursuit only leads to one thing" "mhm, to destiny, right?" "No.... to pain"

My angst loving heart wants to see MK suffer.

I want to see him struggle fighting for what is right but him having to consider what he may lose , which can cause him pain.

I mean we got a glimpse on that in season 3 but what if we turn it up a nodge?

Or (because I don't know how far the writers can go) he reflects on how much pain he has indured already and he has to decide if all that was or is worth it.

Or something else, I have literally so many scenarios planned out in my head...

Now to the big thing

The thing I would do anything for.

Monkey king and Macaque becoming friends again.

Bevor you say anything, I really don't think that those two characters just hug it out and start beeing 'bff 4 Eva' again, like, no!

I don't know how mutch time they can invest in that story part. As you can see there are so many other important story bits that need to happen plus a new villan arc that has to be introduced. But please, this has to happen!

I really need to see parts of their past together, that shows that those two cared for each other, deaply, but then time passes, Monkey king does his rampage trough heaven , he gets trapped under the five phases mountain and then joins the pilgrimage.

Macaque get's wind of the fact that his old friend has been freed and is now beeing forced to work for some monk.

He wants to help him but with measures that in danger Tripitaka and Monkey king is forced to fight his friend... we all know the ending to that.

(And by the way they need to show us why Monkey king hates Macaque.

I mean it makes sense for Macaque to hate Monkey king, I mean, he killed him , and that's a really good reason to hate someone tbh, but why does Monkey king hate Macaque? I just really need Infos on that...)

And after we get that, they could slowly build their current relationship.

(But it would also work if they would build the story out of order, where we would have to put the real timeline of events together)

Just imagine,

Mk, Monkey king and Macaque have to do somthing together, like a mission or something else.

Mk wanted to go alone

(maybe incorporate the bit that he doesn't want to cause pain for himself or the others, because he constantly gets reminded of LBDs last words)

But Macaque wants to help him, he offers his help, Mk not wanting to be rude says okay, Monkey king does not trust Macaque and wants to talk MK out of it , that he should rather accompany him on the mission.

TLDR: MK , Macaque and Monkey king are now on that mission.

Things happen and the two monkies get seperated from Mk.

Now they are forced to work together. The have to fight Demons together and get back to MK (maybe having to help him ?) All while trying not to rip of each other heads.

The trip concludes with the two no longer hating each other and having formed a truce.

We probely won't get a apology scene, because none of them would ever admit (to the other) that they felt any kind of remorse for what they did. But I would really appreciate seeing on.

Maybe this truce could develop in a form af friendship again , a friendship with boundaries, but a friendship nonetheless.

Idk I really love thinking about this show and it's characters and these are just a few of my thoughts on what could happen or rather what I would want to see.

The LMK crew is really competent in creating a world and ingaging it's viewers. I hope that this show gets greenlide for all the seasons they need to tell their story and I'm excited to see it.

#lmk s2 #lmk season 3 #lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #lmk mk #monkie kid #lmk monkey king #lmk red son #lmk macaque

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Christmas fic?🤭 mhm a kissing under the mistletoe jungwon fic doesn’t sound bad aye?👀 I’m not sure if I’ll be writing one but if I do it will be late or before (cause I’m leaving for a trip on the 21st and coming back home on jan 1st or sth T-T) anyway, ima share my fav Christmas fics w you for sure and make a Recs list as soon as I get back 🥹🫶🏻 we also need to scream over any new enhypen content that might drop during the holidays?😍😳 since I can’t dress up that day and be active I already wore my Santa Claus sweater and dressed up the other day and made sure to take selfies Bahaha

#mia’s asks #engene 💌 #pia my love <3