#it's funny because it's not Burn that looks like a muppet

[pukner]

I just had a thought sorry for spilling it here but platonic stobin s5 steve death with orpheus & eurydice-style plotline of robin pulling some improbable scientific and supernatural strings to get steve back and hahahahah um surprise eddie is there too & he’s been helping steve survive in whatever underlayer of life/death they’ve found themselves in because he’s been navigating it for a bit now

hey anon. Anon don't apologize can u please elaborate I'm losing it????

god, robin loving Steve so much she rends apart the veil between life and death. Maybe Steve dies in the Upside-Down. Maybe she feels like some part of her died with him. Maybe she was screaming as the gate closed, reaching out desperately for the other half of her heart, maybe she had to be held back, had to be told, robin, you can't bring him back. Robin, please, he's dead already, please.

Maybe it's like Robin died. Maybe she's the one doing the haunting. Maybe she's being haunted. She hears him laugh in her ear as she fumbles a conversation. Hears him hum his favorite song when it comes on the radio. She smells his shampoo in the breeze. She can't sleep, because sometimes she feels the weight of him against her back, like they're lying back-to-back again, like they did in Starcourt. Back when they were giggling children waiting to die.

Maybe she looks drawn and pale and won't talk to anyone. No one sounds right. No one gets it. She has a Walkman, plays his favorite song on a loop, like she's been cursed.

She hears his voice on the radio instead of Dancing in the Dark. She follows his laughter in the wind, bad dad jokes and terrible puns, down to the scar where the gate was.

She doesn't know how she gets through. All she has is Springsteen and his bat. She can't sleep without either. She doesn't sleep much anyway.

She wanders this corpse of a world, empty without Henry to fuel it, and waits. Sings Total Eclipse of the Heart in a stupid muppet voice. Sings Springsteen. Narrates all the things that have happened since the gate closed, but only the funny bits. The happy bits. Not that she's been there for them, but.

She hears him sing back, croaky and amused. She doesn't dare look. She hears him laugh when she fumbles the words. She can't hear to turn her head to where the voice is coming from. Can't bear to see nothing at all.

Slowly, she gets up and walks to the gate. She hears footsteps, someone singing with her, and she can't bear to look, and she's shaking and she thinks she might've lost her mind.

You sit around getting older, she whispers, voice hoarse. It's been hours, she thinks. Days, maybe.

There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me, Steve sings back, and he sounds real. And then--

I'll shake this world off my shoulders, someone else joins in, and Robin shakes.

Come on, baby, the laugh's on me, they all sing, and they sound like home.

She makes it through the gate on unsteady legs. She stumbles forward, into the burning sunlight, into a world alive. Nearly plants on her face, but then strong, real arms catch her. Someone laughs in her ear, warm breath on her face.

"Oh, Rob," says Steve, and she can feels his tears on her shoulder, "Oh, bud. I gotcha. I got--"

She spins around and hugs him, a sob ripping out of her throat. Another pair of arms encircle them, and she looks up. Eddie Munson, haggard and worse for wear, grins down at her.

"Heya, Buckley," he says, "Hope you didn't mind me crashing your cute little lovers' reunion."

"Gross," she says, instead of bursting into further tears, "We're not like that."

"Yeah," says Steve, tucking her face into his neck, where she can smell salt and iron and dirt, "She's, like. The other half of my heart or whatever, doesn't mean we're dating."

"Oh, good," says Eddie, brightly, from where he's plastered to the pair of them like a gangly limpet, "Because I've spent all of our shared undeath sucking face with the other half of your heart, Buckley, and that might make things awkward."

Robin snorts out a laugh, and alright, now she's crying again. She tightens her grip on Steve, listens to his heartbeat, feels the pulse in the hollow of his throat, the rumble of his chest as he tells Eddie Munson to shut the fuck up.

Her Walkman's still playing. She's holding her heart, and his annoying boyfriend. She's no longer haunted, no longer haunting.

#stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve dies #but not really? #ambiguous anyway #eddie lives #eddie lives au #robin and steve would defy logic yo be together again #steddie #ficlet #my writing #looth yells #asks #st ficlet

[geekygee01]

Won’t you be (mine) Chapter 2- Boobs and Bitch Boyfriends

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Pairing/s: Steve Harrington x Reader

Chapter Summary: As your visits to Family Video become weekly Steve finds his feelings for you only grow. As the weeks go on, he gets the chance to really know you (and meet your daughter), but now not only is there a fiancée in the way but he may have some more competition for your heart.

Steve can't seem to get you off his mind no matter how hard he tries. He's met and dated many beautiful and unique women but there's just something special about you. It's like a switch has been flipped inside his heart, that's set his whole world on fire and he doesn't ever want it to burn out. You consume his thoughts, he looks forward to every visit. He's even volunteered for my shifts, any extra chance to see you he will jump at it.

Robin tries desperately to lower his expectations and bring him back to reality, mentioning your fiancée and child over and over but its like it goes in one ear and out the other. He just cannot seem to let you go, all Robin manages to do is make his daydreams and infatuation painful. It hurts knowing how much he wants you but can't have you, he has nowhere to put his buckets of emotions.

It's another Friday afternoon when he next sees you. A van blasting heavy metal music peels into the carpark, parking in a messy way that has Steve rolling his eyes. What kind of miscreant is about to come in and ruin his peace and quiet. But instead of some drunk, tatted up emo he expecting its you that slips out of the passenger seat of the van. He takes in your flattering jeans, and admires the way they hug your hips as you lean through the van window to yell something.

When you turn around he almost dies that the low cut of your shirt, it's like you came right out of one of his dreams. You pull open the side sliding door and climb back into the van, for a minute he worries you're about to leave without coming in. But just as fast as you jumped in you're climbing back out. One arm has some films in it, the other is clutching a child.  Your child.

The bell on the door jingles as you walk through, and maybe he's just being extra delusional but he swears your eyes light up when you see him.

"Well hello there," Steve grins "did you enjoy the muppets?" he teases.

Instead of some funny sarcastic answer from you he's come to expect it's the little child in your arms that perks up "Yeah!" she cheers excitedly.

Steve grins at her near contagious joy. She's a cute kid (she must get that from you), though she doesn't really bear much of a resemblance to you looks-wise, she must take after the fiancée. Steve tries not to dwell on him too much.

"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it little miss..." Steve pauses as he realises he doesn't actually know your daughters name.

"Introduce yourself sweetie," you smile so sweetly at both Steve and your child.

"I'm Cynthia, I'm four," she tells Steve before hiding in her mothers neck.

"Don't be shy sunshine, this is mummy's friend Steve," you tickle your daughter softly in the ribs and she lets out cute squeals of laughter. Steve smiles fondly at the scene, you make a great mum, and the sight of that is really not helping his infatuation.

You walk up to the counter and Steve's hit with this odd mix of smoke, weed and... flowers? He must show some kind of reaction because you're quick to try and apologise "I'm sorry about the smell, Luce can't seem to go five minutes without a smoke. I though the perfume would kind of cover it but I think I just made myself smell worse."

"No! Don't be sorry, I didn't mean to imply you smell or anything. I guess I just got used to the stale air and the bland scent of mothballs and dust, you smell good." Steve freezes as soon as the words fall out of his mouth, he can't bring himself to make eye contact with you and is quick to try and change the subject, "so your returns"

You place the films down on the counter and Steve goes to collect them, but the second Cynthia sees Steve try to pick up the muppets she starts fussing "No! My movie!" she whines.

"It's not your movie sweetheart, we just borrowed it. And now we get to pick out a new movie while we're here," you placate her, she perks up a bit but continues to glare at Steve.

He finds it kind of adorable, the little furrowed brow and pursed lip, he can tell she definitely got that from you.

"Okay your returns are all sorted, you can just go ahead and pick your next movies," and if Steve waived your late fees again that's nobody's business but his own.

"Okay sweet girl, do you wanna go pick a new movie?" you place a gentle kiss on her forehead before leaning to put her down, the little girl in turn just clings harder to you and points at the counter.

"No thankyou, I want that one," she wriggles in your arms and points harder at the muppets film they just returned.

"We've had that one a lot honey, don't you want to watch a different movie?"

Cynthia resolutely shakes her head and points again. You let out a weary sigh "I guess we'll be taking that one again."

"Gremlins!" Cynthia pokes at your cheek and your eyes light up with recognition.

"Oh that's right, Luce wants me to get gremlins. Thank you sweetheart," you duck into the aisles to hunt down the movie. Steve's about to go offer you some help, try to spend more time with you when you reappear clutching two films.

Gremlins and Elvira. "Is Elvira for your friend too?" Steve asks as he scans them.

"Hm?" you hum "oh no that ones for me, there's just something about her, ya know?"

Steve doesn't quite know what to make of that but before he can say anything else you're looking down at your watch and cursing, before looking guiltily at your daughter and telling her 'do not repeat that'.

"Sorry I've gotta run, Richie comes home tonight and I need to finish cleaning the house and making dinner before he arrives," you grab the three films from Steve and he can't help but notice the shift in attitude, you seem a bit sadder and little Cynthia looks... worried? "Thank you so much." With a wave from both you and Cynthia you're out the door and Steve's left already missing you.

This Richie guy sounds like kind of a dick, maybe Steve actually has a chance, he could treat you so much better then any guy that demands this weird kind of housewife obedience from such a kind busy woman and seems to scare his own kid.

Maybe he could just give you his number, even as friends, you're the one who called him a friend, it couldn't hurt to try...

But as he's heading to the door he notices you yelling something into the van and suddenly the drivers side door opens and Eddie Munson spills out, sauntering over to a bin to throw away a cigarette before ambling back over to the van and taking Cynthia from your arms. Cynthia lights up and begins giggling when he tosses her up in the air and spins her around.

Steve glances over to you and notices the love in your eyes and the fond smile on your lips and he can't help but wonder about your relationship with this guy.

Even if you were to leave this Richie, would you just be running into Eddie's arms?

#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington #reader #reader insert #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson #robin buckley

[eloquentgifs]

Well, I've rewatched the whole s2 today.

As I suspected, I feel less angry now. I mean, it is a little bit of a mess. I couldnt keep myself from thinking alternative ways of getting to the same plot points but with a more satisfactory outcome. I still have a lot of things to say about the finale.

But anyway, I dont think it was THAT bad. I did spend most part of the time smiling like an idiot. There were plenty of good ideas, funny bits, great performances, cool designs.

And I know this is a super unpopular opinion, but I believe Good Omens s2 was actually way worse written. I only bring this up bc Ive seen a lot of people comparing them and considering GO the good one and Im honestly so confused 😅. The only worthy thing for me was seeing Michael Sheen and David Tennant having fun. OFMD gave us so much more than that (actually, the big problem to me is that they tried to give too much when they just didnt have the means).

In any case, I look forward a s3 because, I hope, they'll deal better with the stuff and maybe we even get more juice on the things that feel undeveloped right now. Tv shows should be allowed to have weaker seasons without the people wanting to burn things, specially when they had to adjust to so many production changes. Of course there were questionable decisions and the taste of dissapointment will last a long time, but if you've been watching shows long enough, you know this things happen, and that theres always room (and hope) for improvement.

The only thing Im going to complain is that, for all the fanservice they gave us, there was a tragic lack of the top1 fanart theme: Ed and Stede cuddling together in bed, taking a nap.

Also, here's a tribute to Izzy. I can imagine singing it to himself every morning:

#ofmd #I dont mean to police anyone's feelings #You're entitled to love it or hate it as much as you see fit #I just try to relativize things because I think it's healthier #And also I makes me so sad to get angry with this show #I just cant #ofmd s2

[hms-tardimpala]

Favorite characters of 2022

For posterity, here are the characters I (re)discovered in 2022 that really stuck with me. I hope I can do this for several years and see if I can find a trend or if my tastes evolve with time. (This post's purpose is mostly to study myself, ngl)

Homer Jackson - Ripper Street

All the characters in Ripper Street are worthy of this list, but I relate to Jackson particularly. He's a scruffy, alcoholic, genius, messy jack of all trades, a brilliant doctor and a broken human being. And he's bisexual, of course.

I liked him from the first second, but I really fell in love with him when this 19th-century doctor said "Oh by the way, there was semen in these men's rectums, but I didn't think it was important." and "I know big stevedores who would make you feel like a princess, Sergeant."

His story in the show is a beautiful, funny and tragic one I won't forget soon.

Fetch Phillips - The Fetch Phillips Archives

I relate to Fetch so much it's concerning. Guilt is one of the five emotions I have on speed dial, so... But it's also fascinating to see him grow and painstakingly become a better man. I love what Luke Arnold is doing with this character and the series.

I don't need to say much about him here because the Writers of Sunder City discord server is where I discuss him the most, but yeah, he makes the list this year.

Max - Black Sails

She makes me think of Connor Walsh from HTGAWM because he looked out for himself and his loved one above everything else and wasn't above lying and manipulating people to achieve his ends. And the people I watched HTGAWM with disliked him just like they disliked Max when we watched Black Sails. But they forget that, among a group of murderers, Connor was the innocent one (I haven't watched S6 yet, don't spoil). He didn't kill Sam. He didn't crush a district attorney under his car. He didn't have a homosexual man deported back to Pakistan. He was just the mean guy of the group, was used to cover up these murders again and again, and nobody cared when it destroyed him slowly because he was "the mean guy". And I've seen plenty of people treat Max the same way.

She's the kindest, most compassionate character on this show. She values human life and all she wants is safety and happiness for herself and the ones she loves. She is one the best-written female characters I've ever encountered in any type of media.

Long John Silver - Black Sails

I don't have words. I know him intimately. He's a complete mystery to me. He's burned into my mind. I'm not the same after watching this show.

An interesting thing is that I like all John Silvers so far. Tim Curry in the Muppets movie, Treasure Planet John Silver, book John Silver. But to me he will always have Luke Arnold's face, voice and body language. It's a character I won't stop thinking about for a long while. I might write a thesis on the character and his different incarnations someday, just to entertain myself.

Steve McGarrett - Hawaii Five-0

Hear me out.

(Look at how fucking sad he looks in that uniform I love it)

I know this show is mediocre on average, I know it's copaganda and the ethics of it are dystopian. It's so far from my political views you'd think I'm joking.

But I still love it.

And while Danny used to be my favorite character, I now relate to Steve more. My whole life, I've wanted to be a soldier. Because of my relationship with my father, because of my transness, and for other bullshit reasons. I have now given up on this aspiration because of health issues (and other stuff), with great regret. So when I see in a show a man like Steve, who didn't necessarily enlist for the right reasons, who exists through his usefulness to his community - his found family - and who shares my issues with showing emotion/letting people in, feeling worthy on one's own, and being terrified of being alone, when I see that man grow, find love and learn to open up and live his own life... Well I just turn off my critical mind a little and enjoy the ride. And it's fine. I just love this character 🤷

Notes:

Out of these five, at least three are queer (all of them if you count headcanons)

80% of them are cis men. I don't think it's for lack of encountering and liking characters of other genders, it's just what I liked this year

Boy, this hasn't been a great year reading-wise, on the whole (with a few stellar exceptions)

#favorite characters 2022 #ripper street #black sails #john silver #treasure island #long john silver #homer jackson #fetch phillips archives #hawaii five 0 #h50 #steve mcgarrett #max black sails

[this-is-quite-homoerotic]

I mean this is the nicest way possible, but why does Owen look like a muppet?

#Torchwood #Owen Harper #like what is it about him?? #i know i know it's the mouth like an open wound #it makes him look like he belongs in a Jim Henson production or something #this is not a hate post i genuinely enjoy it #it's funny because it's not Burn that looks like a muppet #it's specifically Owen #i think it's because he doesn't smile a lot #i literally have never felt this way about Burn but with Owen i keep thinking it #and i can't unsee it now

[mikimeiko]

I've been mulling over this one for a while now.

After episode 8 there were a lot of comparisons between Calico Jack's story of Blackbeard torching a ship and Stede "setting fire" to the french ship. Some even went as far as suggesting that the look Stede gives Ed is of compassion and understanding, but I mean, look at them:

That is not the dynamic at play at all. Also, it wouldn't fit the theme of the episode of Stede seeing a side of Ed that he really doesn't like and Ed being terrified that the monster inside him will make Stede hate him (which I talked about at length here).

Most people just remarked the irony of Stede condemning Blackbeard's actions while having done basically the same things two episodes before.

And on paper they're not completely wrong, but the show was not framing it in this way and I also... didn't feel that the show just made a mistake? That they didn't kind of forget (cit) that Stede had also burnt down a ship?

And I think the answer is twofold.

The first lies in the genre clashing narrative of Our Flag Means Death, that @fuckyeahisawthat described brilliantly in this post. Stede is operating in a Muppet Movie logic: "Insane physical comedy and comedy-action where no one really gets hurt". He relishes in the just comeuppance that he feels he unleashed on those horrible people without a care in the world because they deserved it and he just had a chance to be the hero in his adventure:

He did this because they hurt Ed and it worked. Immediatly after this scene we are shown the ship on fire, we hear some people muffled screams (short, as they jump; screams of fear not pain) and splashes in the water while people escape the ship.

The scene is still pure comedy. We don't really fear for the lives of the frenchmen, nor does Stede. They will leave the ship and somehow survive surely (they managed to have a sophisticated party on a ship, they can manage a way home). There's no horror, no tragedy.

Compare this with Calico Jack's description of the torching:

The first thing he says is that the crew was trapped inside. Then he describes a nightmare scenario. He's trying to pass this as funny, like they did before with Hornigold's beating, but this time it doesn't work. Ed sees it for the violent and ruthless act that it was; he doesn't want to hear this story, and he really doesn't want Stede to hear this story. Jack is telling the story from his Jackass perspective, but Ed is hearing it from the outside of that world and he's reacting appropriately. The same goes for Stede: there's no place for this kind of event in his muppet movie logic, so this has to feel on the outside as well. And that I think it's why he can't possibly link this tale to his own revenge on the french nobility.

The second difference between the two situations has to do with agency and direct action.

Stede did not, after all, set fire to the ship. Sure, he did nothing to stop the fire, but all he did was reveal some sordid secrets. His intent was hurting these people by shaming them; he stopped Ed from doing them physical harm, and I don't think it was just that "Ed was in over his head".

Ed on the other hand? The way Jack tells the story, it would seem that he intended to burn the ship and might even have intentionally trapped the people inside. Then proceeded to watch (and likely enjoy, on some level) while those people where dying. It was an act of brutal violence, of intentional brutal violence. Did he have some reason to do it? Probably. Does it make it ok? No, it doesn't. This is a dark story and probably just a glimpse of what the monster inside of Ed looks like. It is not the same.

#i really wish i was better at writing conclusions #i always feel like i get to a point where i'm out of things to say but the writing doesn't feel complete? #oh well #enjoy this long ass meta about something most people probably stopped thinking about a month ago #our flag means death #ofmd #tv series #season 1 #blackbeard #blackbeard ofmd #ed omfd #ed teach #ed teach ofmd #edward teach #edward teach ofmd #ofmd ed #ofmd ed teach #ofmd edward teach #ofmd blackbeard #stede bonnet #stede bonnet ofmd #ofmd stede bonnet #calico jack #calico jack ofmd #ofmd calico jack #ofmd analysis #ofmd meta #my thoughts #i made this #gifs description in alt

[iwadori]

are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

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

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend  

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.  

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask  

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.  

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”  

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”  

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”  

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.  

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic  

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.  

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug  

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled  

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.

#haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #haikyu #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi fluff #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa angst #matsukawa fluff #matsukawa oneshot #signedwithane😌

[midasinc]

modern era enjoltaire hcs:

-it takes them a really long time to actually start going out because grantaire has the LOWEST self-esteem you've ever seen in a person and enjolras is too prideful to admit that he has it bad. it takes six years of knowing each other to start dating, but the fact that they get together when they're in their mid to late twenties honestly is a lot healthier for their relationship because they've grown a lot more as people

-grantaire is an animator and enjolras is an attorney and together they both work absurd hours and it doesnt occur that it might not be healthy until joly talks about how he balances hospital work with his domestic life and they kind of look at each other like ("is that a problem?" "i have no idea, do you think it's a problem?") and it takes a while to balance their priorities and schedules and now they're both a lot happier both in their relationship and their lives in general (and they both went to a massage place because oh my GOD the tension in their shoulders-)

-grantaire is usually their date coordinator because he knows every possible activity to do in paris. they have a bucket list of ideas he came up with that they tore out onto little slips of paper that now sit in a jar in their kitchen. enjolras adds a slip every now and again too when he comes up with an idea but is too shy to tell grantaire to write it. whenever they're bored, one of them will close their eyes and fish for a slip in the jar. whatever is written on the paper has to be done unless it's closed, not the right season, etc. they've done a lot of stuff together- bouldering at the gym, ice skating at a christmas market, going on a wine-tasting trip, and even people watching at a hookah bar. they have fun together no matter what the slip says

-enjolras is really big on reading. he's been a reader ever since he was a kid and it's a portion of the reason why he needs glasses so bad. it takes them a year or two to start doing this, but enjolras always reads in bed and grantaire gets kind of curious of what he's reading and after a while he asks enjolras to read out loud. enjolras has a really good reading voice and he's always been good at reading out loud, so he'll play with grantaire's hair and read until he notices that grantaire's fallen asleep. then he marks the page and turns out the lights- they can finish the chapter tomorrow night

-they're a judgy couple. the funny thing with them is that they're both judgemental in different ways, but it's perfect to have the other around because if somebody does or says something stupid, they are absolutely turning to give each other The Look and cross their arms over their chests at the same time

-enjolras finds himself being anatomy practice for grantaire a lot. if he's working on animating a certain action and it just looks wrong, he'll ask enj to do the action in real life. most of the time, he'll take a video so he can replay it a ton see frame-by-frame what this should look like, but other times enjolras will willingly do it over and over again to give him different examples, or just because he's bored

-they both have very similar very curly hair types and mooch off of each other's hair products. grantaire has a really good hair diffuser that enjolras absolutely uses every morning before work because it feels so good on his scalp and enjolras has a really good hair mask that grantaire likes to use because it smells like coconut and His Man and it makes his hair shiny and soft

-they're both also just fuckin grumpy old men before they even hit middle age. grantaire gets the worst heart burn ever and he has carpal tunnel and enjolras has old man eyes and a bad back from his posture and sitting at a desk all day and everyone compares them to the old guys from the muppets that sit in the booth and heckle everyone (but never to their faces. bossuet is so tempted to say it but everyone tells him not to)

-they mellow out a lot with each other. grantaire learns to be more open minded and less pessimistic and enjolras loses his saviour complex and they both kind of help each other realize the good and the bad things about each other. grantaire helps enjolras with his service projects now and goes to meetings and when he disagrees he doesnt sit there and call them losers under his breath and drink, he speaks up and brings a new perspective to the table. at the same time, grantaire helps enjolras calm things down when he's working too much for one person. he can help him take the time to sleep and eat and relax because yes enjolras wants to fix the world, but he's a person and not a robot. they help each other

-grantaire watches lotr with enjolras and lets him talk about how cool middle earth is without calling him a lame nerd

-enjolras watches animated movies with grantaire and lets him talk about different animation styles and techniques without getting bored

-being on opposite ends of the spectrum works more than everyone expected. at first they're intense and fight and don't know what they're doing, but they also balance each other out. both of them go to therapy separately and it's helped them both as people and as a pair

#les mis #les miserables #les mis headcanons #relationship headcanons #modern era #modern au #enjoltaire #exr #enjolras #grantaire #les amis de l'abc #les amis #this one is pandering #but also i wanted to write it as well #i think tomorrow i might do either courfius or bahorel and feuilly or jehan and combeferre #then maybe enjolras and combeferre #and grantaire and combeferre #i just like combeferre #i'll be honest i wish it was me x combeferre #but that's cringe so im not saying that #if you have a random ship u want just tell me and i'll do it because i dont have hobbies

[i-cant-sing]

As the days goes by, The reader’s insults to Dabi have gotten much better. No matter how much Dabi burns her, her roasts are much hotter than his flames.

Reader: Where’s Gran Torino at? Need him to fold your ass like a lawn chair again.

Reader: Not today, you burnt muppet! Patchy the pirate head ass! Wrinkly ballsack head ass! STD looking head ass!....Headass headass!

Reader: While you’re over here looking like a Hot Topic manager that fucks Moms for fun while kicking dogs, I’m going to wallow in my trauma in the corner over there 🗿

Reader: Don’t take your frustration out on me. know it’s because you’re into Hawks and we all know he wants to smash Dad and you hate that he likes me too, right? Your secret’s safe with me though 😄

Just going ham on him cuz he ain’t shit. Rei could punish her all she wants, but god damn it Reader has every right to tear Dabi a new burnt asshole sometimes.

Please, I am 100% this person. I know how to get on my brother's nerves, and it's funny because I don't even have to say much, or anything at all. Just an annoyed sigh here, rolling my eyes or just ignoring him completely- it riles him up. And sometimes, like once in a blue moon, when my mom actually takes my side instead of his, that's just icing on the cake.

Yes, I also do stick my tongue out at him from behind my mother when she's scolding him. Yes, I am 20. I am very aware of that, but look, its very rare to see him get in trouble, so I will do my little happy dance when this happens.

Actually, brother Dabi is actually very similar to my real brother. They're both very annoying, they both will actually die if they close my door on the way out and the way they breathe makes me want to push them off the chair. But only sometimes❤

Much like my brother, Dabi is just looking out for his baby sis, and while he may call your a cow, and he may pull at your hair, deep down he loves you, even if he isn't very good at showing it.

That first my roast is my personal fav anon😂

#yandere dabi #yandere todoroki clan #yandere todoroki family #yandere todorokis on crack #todorokis on crack

[skinks]

The Toziers convince Sonia to let them take Eddie to disney world on his 14th birthday. Needless to say he LOVES every second of it and that’s when Richie realizes that he’s lowkey in love with him

ok anon stop reading my MIND I was actually thinking weeks ago about this literal very same thing. Well, a variant, but yours is adorable too omg. Also I think a lot about them going as adults post-movie and Eddie spends the whole day just going on the Hulk rollercoaster at Universal over and over

but god imagine Eddie having a huge bowl of Disney World ice cream plonked in front of him at the Rainforest Cafe with birthday sparklers, and they’re like “Eat up son, you’re not 14 every day!” and Eddie tries to blow out the sparklers and not cry simultaneously. Eddie at a theme park is actually so personal. He tries ONE rollercoaster (Thunder Mountain) and immediately becomes an adrenaline junkie, and Richie’s sitting next to him hearing him shriek and swear and their hands are clasped together overhead as they hurtle down a plunging loop, and he’s like oh no.

My thing was that I have this image of a 90s family photo of Maggie and Went squishing long haired teen metalhead Richie between them maybe at Magic Kingdom or in front of the big ball at Epcot, and he’s taller than both of them with a gruesome unintelligible black tshirt on but he’s got the biggest goofy smile, and he’s wearing Mickey ears cause it’s his BIRTHDAY. But 14 is probably better cause maybe like, Went and Maggie saw how upset Richie and his friends all were the year before and want to cheer him up?

Then I thought, his parents say he can bring another friend with him if he likes, and Bev’s already gone to Portland right? Mike and Bill are working, Ben and Stan are both at different nerdy summer camps (I know Richie’s birthday is in March but let’s pretend they take him as a joint bday/end of school year treat) and so he brings Eddie. Richie kinda wanted to bring Eddie the most in the first place, so it works out perfectly. Eddie’s only allowed to go because he’s still riding his gazebos wave of defiance and also they promise Sonia Eddie won’t go on a single dangerous ride (wink), and she’d hate to be seen to be ungrateful, people would talk.

Richie and Eddie get their own room in the motel and trampoline between the two beds because they’re little monsters. They always run out onto the balcony at night to watch the thunderstorms. The first time they walk through the gates at Magic Kingdom Eddie’s like :00000 Richie look! EVERYONE’S wearing fanny-packs!!!! and Richie’s like yeah >:( but you were a cute dork first, and Eddie’s like hey fuck you—wait...... cute? and Richie’s like uhhhh HEY LOOK IS THAT PLUTO

They freak the fuck OUT at the Star Wars bit in MGM, back when it was still called MGM. Maggie and Went let them see The Muppets 3D three times in a row and Richie gets a Kermit shirt, and whenever Eddie starts pestering him about sunblock Richie sings It Ain’t Easy Being Green to drown him out.

The see the Indiana Jones stunt show at MGM and Richie decides he’s gonna be a stuntman. Then they go to the driving stunt thing and Eddie says it would be super cool to be stunt driver, and Richie’s like we can be a stunt team!!!! together!!! And Went grins, “Like Siegfried and Roy,” and Maggie elbows him.

Eddie overcomes one of his many anxieties and pets some lizards at Animal Kingdom. They fill their hats with water from the spouting fountains at Epcot and then put them straight on their heads, dumping water over themselves to cool off. It’s actually closer to Maggie’s real birthday than anyone else’s so they have dinner at Epcot Mexico for Richie, Mags AND Eddie and the mariachi band comes over. Richie and Wentworth start singing a totally inaccurate Spanish Happy Birthday and Eddie almost sinks under the table in embarrassment. People are staring, and he’s so used to people staring in public when his own mom causes a scene, but this is a fun scene, Maggie’s rolling her eyes and clapping along so maybe it’s not so bad.

They make up games to play in the long lines for rides, Maggie and Went joining in on Eye Spy, or Richie’s “Guess Which State That Gross Family Are From” game, but don’t join in with Richie and Eddie’s complicated patty-cake-thumb-war hybrid. Eddie always has a ton of water in his backpack and a lil hand-held fan in his fanny pack, and sometimes in the hotter lines he feels very bold and squishes his and Richie’s faces cheek to cheek so they can share the fan, but it doesn’t seem to make much of a difference cause Richie’s face almost feels warmer when he does.

At Typhoon Lagoon they wrestle all the way around Lazy River (and get chastised by the lifeguards) and have major water cannon wars. Eddie watches all the fit young lifeguard dudes up in their chairs like 😳😳😳 that looks like a... cool job. Helping people. Hm.

They split a thing of churros. They get right up to the top of the tallest slide and Eddie gets scared, but Richie just clambers all the way back down the stair tower with him, mouthing off at the bigger kids giving them grief, and Eddie’s like “you should have just gone without me” and Richie’s like nah, be it’d no fun without you, and Eddie thinks about this entire vacation and for a wild moment he thinks my whole life would be no fun without you.

They return to see Maggie lying face down on her deck chair and towel, reading her book with her sunny yellow bikini top untied and Went is Very Attentively Applying Sunscreen to her bare back lmao. Richie’s like UGH GROSS and Went jumps a little like, “oh fu—uh, hey boys, you’re back quick.”

The concrete is so hot they have to run quick from pool to pool to stop their soles burning. Richie can’t wear his glasses in the water so he clings to Eddie the whole time, both of them slippery and giggling and Eddie feels like he’s getting a full body sunburn every time their wet bodies bump together, even though he’s wearing like six coats of factor 50.

Oh and you know they go to Universal. Oh BOY do they go to Universal. Eddie screams on the Jaws ride when the animatronic lunges right against where he’s sitting, and he jumps back in his seat and like, Richie must’ve been way closer than he thought because he falls all over his lap and Richie’s like “Hooper ya idiot, starboard! Ain’tcha watching it!” in his Quint From Jaws Voice, which is actually one of his better Voices since Quint sounds like every other curmudgeonly Maine old-timer back in Derry, but this time he’s pretty shaky about it for some reason.

They go to the new Horror Make-Up Show and Richie waves his arm so hard he gets picked as the volunteer, and winds up making the crowd laugh even more than the hosts, they’re all mock-outraged like “Who’s your agent! You’re here from Mouse Town to make us look bad, right?!”

Then when the Wolfman bursts out, Eddie can see there’s a moment where Richie’s whole body flinches bloodless, his arms come up to cover his face, and his head jerks to stare out for a moment into the crowd looking like he did when he saw his face on a missing poster, and Eddie overcomes his terror of being Perceived by the crowd to yell “GET HIM RICH” and everyone laughs, Richie grins, and it’s fine again.

On their last night they go back to Magic Kingdom to see the fireworks, and they’re exhausted. Sun-dazed and sugar-filled and adrenaline-drained and the fireworks make everything kinda dreamy. They’re shuffling along behind Maggie and Went to get a good spot when they see Maggie take Went’s hand. Richie pulls a face at Eddie and Eddie scrunches a face back and they snicker, and Richie makes a mock “oooh~ Eddie~” noise and grabs Eddie’s hand—they both keep laughing and watching the fireworks, but like... then it stops being funny and starts being something else. Richie’s just holding his hand, and the crowd is so thick and dark under ballooning Florida clouds and the fantasy sky, so anonymous that nobody notices but them. Eddie’s heart might be shooting into the sky and exploding into sparks as well, he’s ready to collapse and he can’t possibly LOOK at Richie but for a moment he’s like shit, they’re right. Happiest place on Earth.

#reddie #tozier family #long post #once more this got away from me but i fucking love disney world ok lmao #listen every time i come back from Orlando im like ok! im done! dont need to go again! #and then by a year or so later im like WHO WANTS TO COME ROLLERCOASTING WITH ME......... #anyway idk if any of this is chronologically accurate to the parks in 1990 but that IS the year the horror make up show started #ficlet

[secondhand-trash]

Ashido Mina(BNHA)- Spring Flowers

A/N: I know that this is way earlier than the time I’m supposed to post this but I will be in an examination hall at that time so I decided to post it now uwu this is the fic I wrote for @bakuismybitch for the @/bnhaclaimedmysoul spring time event^^ sorry that I haven’t been messaging you as much as I should and that this falls short comparing to my other stuff, I kinda overestimated my ability to balance life qwq

Description: you might not be able to go out to enjoy spring as you want to but Mina is determined to bring spring to you.

Word count: 1735

When quarantine was first announced, Mina had expected that she would be the one badly hit by all this. She was the energetic one in this duo, the one that couldn’t go a day without being around other people and the one who wants to go out. If one of you would go insane because of being trapped inside he confines of your house, she could almost bet on her last existing brain cells that it would be her.

And oh boy was she wrong.

At first, you seemed to be rather indifferent by all this. “It would be fine,” you had said when her hands flailed around while she whined about how long it would be until you could do all the things you liked to do again, “there are plenty of things we can do while being inside!” You were the one who would make her get up early in the morning despite no longer having a schedule because you read that maintaining your regular habits was good for the mind. There were pages of home workout videos and craft tutorials on the search history of you browser, she was still astonished that you managed to find so many different way to sew puppets out of old socks. You had took upon yourself to make something different for lunch every single day and she had to practically beg you to stop baking after having sourdough for a week consecutively because you wanted to test out all sorts of recipes and fresh bread doesn’t last long. So, which she would now scold herself for being so stupidly optimistic but didn’t know any better at that point, she was truly convinced that the only issue you would have is the eventually shortage of space to accommodate all your creations that spawned from your boredom.

She knew that something was wrong the moment she woke up one morning and saw that it was way past the time you would usually wake her up at. It was a gradual change, but the more she picked up on your wilting spirit the more concerned she was. Lunch started repeating, you nearly forgot to feed your starter one week until she asked about the little jar of dough in your fridge, you started breaking ramen into pieces and call it a snack. She could see you physically spiraling down and it was very worrying to witness. 

The breaking point when she realised that she had to step in and pull you back was when she walked out of the room one night and saw you wrapping yourself under a cocoon made out of blankets with a nutella jar in your hand, your eyes an empty void as you stared at the glowing television. No lights on, no anything, just the pale light from the screen shining on your face and making you look so souless. Mina’s eyes travelled back and forth between your still frame and the television. Why were you watching the weather channel at 1?

“...Are you ok?”

No response, you didn’t even move. Gingerly, she climbed onto the couch next to you and gave your shoulder a light poke. “(y/n)?"

Nothing, not even a budge. You jumped when she called for your name again, this time louder and with a bit of a squeak to her voice. Clumsily, clutching the jar that nearly dropped, you coughed in embarrassment. “Oh, mina,” you chuckled almost too stiffly that it sounded more like a huff, “you’re still awake?”

“Yeah...” she narrowed her eyes, “what are you doing?”

“Ah, you see,” you put down the jar of chocolate spread, pilling the blanket away from your body as you gave your nose a light scratch before continue, sounding almost way too matter-of-factly considering how eerie this all was, “I was thinking that since we can’t go out, maybe I’ll imagine what it is like everywhere else to make it remind myself of what spring looks like.”

All the little cogwheels that had been spinning and spinning in her mind finally clicked into place when she realised what all of this was about. Spring, yes, it was spring already. She didn’t even remember that it was already a good quarter into the year with how long she had been staying in but you sure did. You had always thrived during spring, something about the smell of grass in the humid air and the warmth that was seeping back from the winter cold always put you in a constant good mood. So the fact that this bit of joy was no longer available had put you in a slump that you were sinking deeper and deeper into made total sense.

“Guess I should go to bed now,” you said nonchalantly, as if you weren’t staring at a slow motion shot of a random place in the world like a zombie just mere seconds ago. You collected the half-finished jar of nutella and hoisted the blanket in your arms, looking at your very dazed girlfriend like she was the one who was doing something weird, “You coming?”

“Yeah,” Mina said as she scurried up, thinking of what she could possibly do to stop you from finding comfort in the weather channel, “yeah.”

You woke up to the sound of pots banging and cabinet doors slamming shut, a squeal mixing in between at times. Your foggy morning mind was telling you to go back to bed, that you did not have the energy to handle whatever it was that your girlfriend was up to. But just as you were about to flip onto your other side and take up the now spared up vacancy on your luring mattress, a sharp screech followed by a series of profanities made every hair at the back of your neck stood up. You sighed, no longer feeling even an ounce of sleepiness and rolled so you were facing the ceiling.

You needed to go check if she is alive, didn’t you?

Poking your head from the door, you could see Mina carefully pinching a piece of bread with the very tip of her thumb and index finger. She was almost flinging it into the pan before quickly retreating her hand as fast as she could. The sizzling echoed through the kitchen and you watched as she poked the bread with the spatula with caution.

“Mina?” You tilted your head when she snapped her head up, yellow eyes widening when she saw your confused face, “What are you doing?”

She didn’t say anything so you looked past her shoulders to look at what’s in the frying pan. If anything, your confusion had only grown. The bread was soggy, the edges browning and sticking to the bottom of the pan. There were clear stains of what was put in there before left around the bottom, some already starting to burn into black char.

“Mina what are you making?” You asked and your girlfriend scratched the back of her neck rather sheepishly.

“This was supposed to be a surprise,” she said, “I was gonna make you breakfast.”

“Aw that’s so sweet!” You cooed and then you finally connected the dots of what she was trying to do deconstructing the kitchen so early in the morning, “Is this... French toast?”

“Yeah!” She chirped, literally scratching at the pan to flip the frying toast and it made your heart ache at how it was likely that you were to say goodbye to that pan after this, “Is it not obvious?”

You blinked, not having the heart to tell her that you would have no clue if you simply stare at the pile of burned bread that was placed on a plate. “Did you add any butter to the pan?” You asked, referring to the burn that stuck to the pan.

“...you need to do that?”

You chuckled, “Do you need help?”

“What? No!” She flailed her hands in the air as she tried to push you out of the kitchen, “Just chill around and wait for the food! This is about you, I don’t want you to even lift a finger!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, shooing you out of the kitchen, “It’ll be done in a few.”

“Ok,” you said rather skeptically, “just... call for me if you need anything.”

It didn’t take long for you to hear another groan from the kitchen and for Mina to weakly beckon you for help. You laughed, knowing exactly that this was bound to happen.

With a good square of butter in the pan and some relentless scraping later, you had the plates of toast on the table with a generous amount of syrup on top. You eyed Mina curiously when she didn’t sit down, running around the house and grabbing the computer in her hand.

“Mina what are you doing now?” You said, almost not sure if you find this amusing or confusing.

“You see,” she said as she turned on the computer, “I know that you like spring and you’re sad that we don’t get to experience the season, so I decided to do something fun and have a picnic indoors!”

You snorted when she pulled up a picture of the lily fields at a nearby park and placed it right by the table. A gif of butterflies on her phone which she carefully steadied with a mug. “You know how those youtubers like to use have a fake fireplace in their backdrop?” She said, seemingly pleased with her little set up, “I figured we can do the exact same thing but with flowers.”

This whole thing was a bit funny, if you were being honest but warmth bubbled up inside of you at the thought of Mina going out of her way just to make things a little bit more enjoyable for you. You laughed when she lined up your sock muppets and arranged them in a circle, going as far as to putting an empty cup in front of them.

“What is a picnic without friends?” She winked as she poured out a glass of orange juice for you. Raising her glass, you grinned at how hard she was trying to put on her serious face. 

“Cheers to spring?”

You smiled. The glowing screen might not even come close to the real thing, but you still felt the fresh giddiness that the spring flowers would always bring you.

“Cheers to spring.”

#ashido x reader #ashido imagine #ashido mina x reader #bnha imagines #bnha imagine #bnha x reader

[incorrect-oldstar-quotes]

never a dull moment

Stars: Thelma Todd, Mabel Normand, Minta Durfee, Edna Purviance

Summary: The girls go for a fast food run and make the ride half the fun.

Words: 1,374

Notes: Requested by @spinningtop397 (thank you again)! Based on one of my all-time favorite vines [x].

🐸☕🐸☕🐸☕🐸☕🐸☕

It was a Friday night and they had everything they needed: Netflix, soft blankets, snacks, and hot beverages. But there was one thing they were missing, and that was the food. It was 11 PM and most sit-down places were closed, but that was just fine because they were comfortable in Mabel and Minta’s room. Then again, it was also too late to order delivery, and none of them wanted to eat ramen again.

They sat and brainstormed ideas and then Thelma spoke up. Rather, she sat up way too fast and scared the others a little bit. “Hey, how about In-n-Out?”

Edna broke the silence with a laugh. “For a second, I thought you just found a killer seafood deal.”

“Actually, I don’t think I’ve had In-n-Out yet,” she commented. That was when everyone remembered that Thelma got to California like 2 months ago and hadn’t really eaten much local yet. “But if I had found a good seafood deal, you would’ve seen a way different reaction.”

Mabel stood up and stretched. “My vote’s on In-n-Out too. Anyone else got an idea?”

Minta and Edna shook their heads no in tandem and began to stand up as well. Edna had no problems getting up from her chair on the floor, but Minta needed some help getting off her bed. She’d been laying down for almost an hour and had gotten a bit too comfortable. “Hey? Uhhhh,” she muttered with a laugh.

“We gotcha,” Thelma said cheerfully as she and Mabel helped her onto the floor. “So who’s driving?”

Edna and Mabel pulled a nose-goes on them, and Thelma caught on before Minta could follow. “I wasn’t looking!” she whined, but there was no energy behind it. They slipped on their shoes, pajamas be damned, and headed to Minta’s car.

Minta’s family was never super rich but they had just enough to pass down her mom’s fifteen-year-old Corolla when she went to college. It was well-kept and just enough to help her get around when it was time to leave campus. Mabel called shotgun, while Edna and Thelma took the back seats.

Thelma opened the passenger seat door and almost sat down until she felt a lump on her seat. “Oh hey- Kermit?”

“Just pass him up here,” Minta said, a little quickly like she was shy about it.

“What are you doing with a Kermit doll in your car?” Thelma asked, suppressing a laugh. 

“It’s a project for my teaching methods class. The professor assigned us all Muppets characters. We have to give some kind of a teaching lecture in character.”

“I’ve been helping a little, but her Kermit is better than mine.”

“Cute,” Edna commented quietly.

“Anyway, I’m the DJ this time. Any music requests? If not, I’m breaking out the 90s.”

Edna and Thelma shared a couple glances. “I’m fine with whatever,” Edna answered. “Hit us with your best.”

“Okay, you got it.” She shuffled the playlist and the first thing she got was “Burn” by Usher, which made the whole car start laughing. Everyone except Thelma, of course.

“What’s so funny?”

Mabel turned around to get a good look at her. “You know who Chico is, right?”

“Is he the stout dude that wears that green hat everywhere? Isn’t he like a super senior or something?”

Mabel nodded. “Yep, that’s the one. He plays this song at every single one of his parties. It’s like 10 years old at this point and he plays it like it’s still the number 1 radio hit.”

Thelma hummed. “He’s an odd little fella but he seems pretty cool. Why’s he been here so long again?”

“He went to study in France one year. Nobody ever sees him in class but he’s actually pretty smart. He’s almost always in the top of his class.”

Edna leaned forward, actually intrigued by the conversation. “Wait, I thought that was Groucho who was the smart one.”

“Well, they’re all different degrees of smart but they just present it differently. Everything just comes easy to Chico, which is why he’s always at the top but you never see him in class. Harpo doesn’t really like to brag about it. Groucho is the bookworm and numbers guy, and Zeppo is good at speaking and writing.”

Thelma laughed. “How do you know so much about the Marx brothers?”

“I’m cool with them all. I’m in Model UN with Zeppo but I knew the others before I knew him. Everybody knows them. If you know one, you know them all. When you’re here long enough, Thelma, you’ll figure them out too.”

By the time they’d finished talking about the brothers, the first song was over and they’d changed to “What’s Up” by the 4 Non-Blondes. Mabel began to sing along and copy the singer’s style, which gave Thelma a great idea.

“Hey, Mabel!” she almost shouted, but not loud enough to distract Minta from driving. “You still have that Kermit doll up there, right?”

“Yeah, he’s right here.” She held him up over her shoulder and started waving at them in the back seat.

“Great. Do you know ‘I Don’t Mind’ by Usher?”

Mabel opened her phone and scrolled through her library. “Actually, yeah, I got it right here.”

“I have a great idea for a meme. Play that one next and sing it in your Kermit voice. I’ll record.”

Thelma was already giddy with laughter as she thought about what was coming up. The current song began to fade and she opened her camera.

“Ready?” Mabel asked, to which she got a thumbs-up.

Thelma chuckled then cheered, “Oooooh, this is my jam!”

This is for the A

Mabel propped the doll up and began to sing, “Shawty, I don’t. MIIIIIIIIND.” Her impression was perfect and it almost made Thelma drop her phone laughing within seconds of hearing it. Edna joined in and eventually Minta did as well, when she was safely turning into the In-n-Out parking lot. 

“Hi, welcome to In-n-Out, order when you’re ready,” the worker at the speaker said on cue. Minta thanked her kindly and then turned to the still-giggly car. The music was turned down but the laughter was still as loud as ever.

“Okay, Giggles McGee, relax for like 2 minutes. What does everyone want?” While Thelma, still teary-eyed from laughter, looked over the menu, the others took turns calling theirs out to the speaker. Once everyone’s orders were in place, they pulled up to the first window.

Mabel nearly crushed Minta to get to the window. She stretched her arms as far as she could and stuck the Kermit out the window.

“Yeah and uhhhhhh do you mind if we get extra ketchup?” she asked in the Kermit voice.

“MABEL NO,” Edna shouted. 

The girl working at the cash register seemed to be living her best life. “Is that a Kermit?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Mabel answered. The other girls hid their faces in embarrassment. “We’re just out getting some eats, listening to some tuuunes, fun night tonight.”

“Okay, that sounds lovely. If you pull up to the next window, they’ll have your order right there.”

“Thank you!” The car sat in idle silence during the exchange, but all Hell broke loose as soon as they pulled away from the window.

“Why do I go anywhere with you?” Minta whined, once again with no heat behind it, but they weren’t too sure about that. Edna and Thelma wheezed laughing in the back seat.

Mabel held the door up again to face her. “Because you love us and we’re just trying to help you get a good grade on that project, like good friends do.”

But apparently word had gotten up to the second window about the special guest in their car. The guy at the second window was already anticipating it.

“I heard you have a Kermit,” he laughed.

Almost on instinct, Mabel turned the radio up again. She’d put Kermit down for a moment, but he was up again when the beat hit.

This is for the A

“Shawty, I don’t.” 

“MIIIIIIIIND.” The other girls decided it was easier to join in than try to argue with her on it. But this is why they love Mabel. She knows just how to make everyone smile.

#mabel normand #thelma todd #edna purviance #minta durfee #silent film #old hollywood #college au #blurbs #okay this one was a lot of fun to write

[scoopsohboi]

s’okay if you like her

pairing: robin buckley/reader

wc: 1627

summary: you’re hanging out with robin and steve as they close the family video. you’re secretly in love with robin and your best friend steve helps hint it to her.

a/n: repost from my ao3 (scoopydoo). feel free to send me requests if you’d like! 

-more robin readers-

-st readers-

“God, I’m so bored,” you breathed as you lay out on the floor of Family Video. It was nearly eight o’clock and Keith had gone home about an hour ago, leaving Steve and Robin to close the shop. You arrived twenty minutes later with slurpees for your two friends. Steve complained about Robin’s overflowing while his drink sat safely in his cup without threat of spillage and you just shrugged. It definitely wasn’t because you had a crush on Robin. Steve knew, though, and gave you a wink when he thought Robin wasn’t paying attention.

You’d started spending time with Steve when the Byers kid first went missing a while back, and the easy friendship had surprised you. Steve was funny, and caring, and although he wasn’t the smartest, he definitely had a strong moral compass that strongly pointed north when needed. He’d saved you from demogorgons, demodogs, and eventually even a Flayed Billy.

When Steve had first gotten his job at Scoops and you met Robin, you had an instant crush on her. She was pretty, smart, snarky, and hilarious. You’d laughed more since meeting her than you had in years. As the three of you spent time translating the Russian communication, along with Dustin, you’d fallen rather hard for her. It had been hard to keep your feelings hidden from Robin, not knowing if she was straight or not, but you’d done everything in your power to keep that shit locked up tight. You didn’t want to do anything to make her uncomfortable, even if every time your hands brushed it felt like an electric shock webbing through your veins to your shoulder.

Of course, Steve knew. You had alluded it to him one night in his living room as he’d been trying to convince you to call the guy who’d wrote his number on a napkin at Benny’s Diner and given it to you with a shy smile.

“He’s just really not my type, Steve,” you’d said, stomach in knots and feeling like you were going to throw up your entire club sandwich on Steve’s mom’s new white rug.

“What, a guy? You don’t know anything about him!” Steve had argued, exasperatedly trying to figure out why you always turned down guys’ advances.

“Steve,” you pressed, letting his name hang in the air as Steve’s brows knit together, staring at you like Eleven staring at a door and you could tell he was trying to read your mind. You raised your brows, the actual words caught in your throat with the bile that threatened to rise. I’m gay.

“What?” he asked, clearly confused until- oh, now he got it. “Oh-oh,” he blinked, leaning back against the couch and staring at nothing. It was quiet for a moment, then he began almost yelling at you for not telling him sooner. The rest of the night the two of you spent hours gushing about girls you thought were cute, at school, from films, anything. It felt amazing.

Since then, you’d been very comfortable about being gay, at least in front of Steve. But then Robin entered the picture and it was a whole new dynamic. You felt awkward, clumsy, like it was the first crush you’d ever had. Which it wasn’t, but it was the first time you were close enough to a girl you liked that you felt like any wrong step would scare her off. But it never did. Even when she’d look over and catch you staring at her, she’d just smile and start engaging you in conversation.

Then she and Steve had been interrogated by Russians and you’d sat with them during Back to the Future, chasing your drugged friends as they ran out to the water fountain and eventually to the bathroom to puke up everything in their systems. That’s when it happened. Robin came out to you and Steve. She looked horrified, as if she was a monster. You wanted to tell her that you were gay, too, but you didn’t want to ruin her moment. You also couldn’t tell her how you felt after Steve had just confessed his love for her. So the two of you sat and listened, and joked about how her high school crush Tammy Thompson sang like a Muppet.

Once everything had died down, you told Steve how you felt about Robin after having a few shots at Steve’s, an attempt to forgo nightmares in favor of being too drunk to have them.

“Isn’t that Rob’s?” he’d asked, gesturing a shot glass at your jacket before tipping his head back and gulping down its contents. You’d blushed and shoved your own glass at him, silently telling him you needed a refill. Steve obliged, but kept your glass from you when you moved to grab it.

“Jesus, what, you want to wear it next?” Your words were slurring, face heated, body swaying slightly as you both sat at the dining table. Steve watched you for a moment before sliding your shot glass to you and picking up his own. You grabbed yours and clinked it to his.

“Y’know,” he slurred as he tossed his drink back and let out a low hiss at the burn. “S’okay if you like her.” Your hand froze as the glass touched your lips, pausing briefly before following Steve’s actions.

“I dunno, Steve,” you said quietly, wishing the alcohol would do more to numb your brain so you wouldn’t have to think anymore. You were just exhausted of being a living person these days, the battles with the Upside Down were really taking a toll on you. The days were okay, but you were reliving yourself and all your friends almost dying every night and you didn’t know how long you would last.

“Trust me, she likes you,” Steve continued and you rolled your eyes. “She does. She talks about you all the time, it’s getting annoying.” You blushed then, not fully trusting Steve but the thought was nice. “I can’t go to work without hearing her gush about some book you lent her, or-or some conversation you guys had about that 2000s movie.”

“It’s 2001: A Space Odyssey, and you really need to see it already,” you argued, but couldn’t help the butterflies you felt at the thought of Robin talking to Steve about you. You spent the rest of the night drinking and talking about your crush until you could barely keep your eyes open. The two of you passed out in Steve’s room, thankfully too out of it for the night terrors.

You rolled over onto your stomach, still splayed out on the rough, old carpet of the video store as Steve and Robin restocked the shelves before calling it a night. “At least you’re not working,” Steve grumbled, reading the sleeve of a new film he hadn’t heard of and Robin scoffed.

“Neither are you, dingus,” she said, kicking his shoe with hers and grabbing the VHS from his hands before placing it on the shelf. He sighed and placed a film next to it before turning to you with a devilish smile.

“Y/N, truth or dare?” You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling a trap. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself doing whatever Steve may choose as a dare, but you were also anxious to pick truth. After contemplating telling him to fuck off altogether, you heard yourself say, “truth.” Steve grined, wheels clearly spinning in his brain. Steve humed loudly and you watched Robin continue to stock tapes, an amused grin tugging at the corners of her lips. Steve grinned then, too, and you had a bad feeling about that. “Who would you rather: Phoebe Cates or Michael J. Fox?” You blushed profusely as Robin froze, hand resting on a tape with her back to you though you could tell she was waiting to hear your answer. You let out a shaky breath. Dammit, Harrington.

“You know it’s Phoebe,” you answered before punching him lightly in the arm. He rubbed his shoulder and mouthed an exaggerated ‘ow.’ You knew your face was beet red and you were glad Robin wasn’t looking at you. “If I ever say Michael, lock me up immediately.”

“Really?” Robin asked, voice shocked and you glanced at her. She was looking at you surprised, like she’d never seen you before. She almost looked, hopeful.

“Yeah,” you said shyly. You heard Steve say something about grabbing an item from the back, but he already sounded miles away, as if it were only you and Robin.

“How am I just learning this now?” she asked and you sat up, crossing your legs as she turned her attention solely on you.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I mean, I wanted to tell you, I just- it never seemed like the right time.” Robin laughed softly.

“Because drugged in a movie theater bathroom was so perfect.” You giggled a little.

“Exactly. And I couldn’t really say, ‘hey, Robin, I’m in love with you,’ when Dingus already stole that thunder.” Robin’s brows flew up and after a beat she started to smile softly.

“Well,” she breathed, “too bad you didn’t get to go first.” You reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear. You bit your lip as her blue eyes gazed into yours.

“You think I would’ve had a better shot?”

“I think you’re the only one who had one in the first place.” You didn’t know who moved first, but a moment later your eyes were closed and Robin’s lips were pressed against yours. Your hand cupped her jaw as hers went to your waist and your mouths moved perfectly in sync. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was the first of many. Gentle and warm and perfect.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley/reader #robin buckley reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley/you #robin buckley imagine #stranger things imagine #robin buckley fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #scoopydoo #robin

[abimee]

i like windmills of your mind for jevil but SPECIFICALLY the one from the muppet show where it’s sung extremely fast by funny muppet

I feel like I'm experiencing a deep look into your brain anon.

I can't be rude though because I listen to this song whenever I draw jevil, band of burns has that thick Scots accent going for them

[madphantom]

Maddie's Quarantine Reviews: Phantom of the Paradise (1974)

The Plot

Winslow Leach is an insanely talented, but also ridiculously naive composer. He wrote a 300 page cantata about Faust and is trying to get it produced, but is wildly unsuccessful in doing so. Until one day the legendary pop star Swan hears him playing in a club. However, this doesn't necessarily mean good luck for poor Winslow: Swan has his assistant Philbin steal Winslow's music and produces it his way - ergo horribly and in a way that suits his new music hall, the Paradise. While trying to get it back Winslow meets Phoenix, a young singer auditioning for Swan, and instantly falls in love.

Swan has enough of Winslow meddling in his affairs, so he arranges that the composer is sent to prison. Winslow, however, proves to be quite attached to his work, breaks out and tries to destroy the record factory. This goes wrong and he leaves after having his face burned in a freaky accident involving a record press. At this point Winslow decides to go feral, gets himself a bird mask and a leather outfit and becomes THE PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE, determined to destroy Swan and find Phoenix.

The Characters

Winslow. Oh boy, where do I even start. Winslow is an INCREDIBLE character and I love him so much. He starts out as this innocent cinnamon roll and as the movie continues we watch him descend into madness and murder. Even though 70% of this movie we only see his mouth and one eye William Finley manages to show his emotions so, so well. I honestly don't know who else could've done so well.

Next up we have Swan. Oh Lord, oh Jesus. Paul Williams did a TERRIFIC job. I just...you see, Swan's tiny. And I love the concept. Because we have this bad guy who holds all the strings and he looks like a muppet (I'm sorry, Mr Williams, if you ever read this...!). In contrast to that we have William Finley as Winslow, who's literally two metres tall and it's hilarious and adds a whole new dynamic to the story.

Then there's Phoenix, the damsel in distress. To be honest, I feel like there could've been more depth to her character. That's not Jessica Harper's fault, she did an amazing job and her singing voice is astounding (Side note: I only realized I was an alto thanks to this movie...!). But Phoenix could've had more depth. She, as a character, has so much unused potential.

Next up we have...BEEF. He's considered a fan favourite. Most people love him as much as they love Winslow, and considering he doesn't even have THAT much screentime, that's something to say. He's also a sneaky LGBT representation and you can tell that Gerrit Graham really had fun playing him. His lines are... chef's kiss. "I know drug real from real real." This man is a legend.

Then we have Arnold Philbin, Swan's assistant. Blissfully unaware of what the everloving fuck is going on he merely follows orders and gets his portion of girls on the literal casting couch, if you know what I mean. Again, I feel like he could've had more character depth. But maybe that's just me.

And last but not least...the Juicy Fruits. A band of three, they constantly change their style throughout the movie. They barely have any spoken lines, but they do play a part. You can tell that the actors had a lot of fun playing them and you can often see the trio in the back, making funny faces or reacting to what is going on in the front.

My thoughts

Phantom of the Paradise may have been a box office failure, but it's such a ridiculously impactful movie that it's downright hilarious that it's so unknown. Star Wars, The Crow, My Chemical Romance, Daft Punk, Edgar Wright, Guillermo del Toro, they were all inspired by this movie.

The whole thing is like a cartoonish LSD trip, but there are warnings in it that are still relevant today. You'll love every single character, William Finley's acting as Winslow is peak and I can't begin to describe how much I love Phantom of the Paradise. The music is wonderful, the actors have great chemistry, you can tell how much everyone loved being there and...oh my God. WATCH PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE.

#maddie's quarantine reviews #corona virus #phantom of the paradise #movie #william finley

[chaossmagic]

fic: in bloom

Aaron goes to visit Grace on what would be her 1st birthday, and finds that someone else is already there.

Because I wish we’d got the scene of him visiting the grave, and because of the lack of Robert last week, here’s what I imagine might have happened.

It goes without saying but warnings for infant death, grief and loss. Dedicated to @robertsdingle, because her URL speaks the truth and Robert deserves to be properly recognized as one of the clan.

~read on AO3| buy me a coffee?~

The sun was shining, warm enough that Aaron only needed a light jacket over his jumper as he made his way to the graveyard. He’d opted to go alone, leaving his mum and Paddy to themselves for bit, to mark the day in their own way even though they’d done the little tea party the day before. He knew they’d want to spend some quiet time together today, and anyway, if he was honest, he wanted some time alone with his little sister, too. There was a lot on his mind, and he had a lot of things he wanted to tell her.

The way was familiar, and wet grass clung to the bottom of his boots as he picked his way over to where Grace lay resting. Her headstone was directly under one of the brightest patches of sun shining through the trees, making the surface gleam as Aaron approached it.

To his surprise, though, there was someone already there, someone Aaron knew so well that he would have known him with his eyes shut and all his other senses taken away too; Robert. Bundled in a navy winter coat inappropriate for the day’s weather, the sun turning his blond hair golden, he cast a dark shadow across the grass and looked lost in his own little world - he always did these days. Tired, distracted, nervous. Whenever he caught sight of the faraway look in his husband’s eyes, Aaron’s heart squeezed painfully, knowing that he was helpless to take away the worry about the inevitable that plagued him. 

“Hey,” he called softly when he reached him, pressing his hand to his arm and a kiss to his cheek by way of a greeting; Robert’s lips turned up in a small smile as he leaned into it, tinged with an air of mourning that clung to him like dew. “Didn’t think I’d see you here today.” Aaron nodded in the direction of Grace’s headstone. 

“I wasn’t sure if I was going to come,” Robert said, rocking back on his heels. “I knew what today was, and I knew that you and your mum and Paddy would want to do your own thing, but it didn’t feel right not to - come and see her. To say hello.”

 Aaron slid his arm through Robert’s, linking them together. “I’m sure she appreciates that you came, y’know. You’re her big brother, too, y’know?”

“And she’s my sister,” Robert replied, swallowing hard. Aaron could feel the lines of tension in his body, the hesitance. “She’s as much my sister-in-law as Liv is, and I just....wanted to see her. Wish her a happy birthday. Your family, Aaron, they’re...” He stopped, steeled himself, took a breath. “You have no idea what they mean to me.”

“Rob...” Aaron started, squeezing Robert closer, wanting him close. “You are part of this family. They’re yours too, have been ever since you drank from that welly and nearly keeled over.”

“There was a lot of ale in that welly,” Robert chuckled at the memory, nudging Aaron’s side affectionately. “Dunno how I stayed standing up.”

“I was there,” Aaron said simply. “I wouldn’t have let ya fall. Even if it would’ve been funny to see in front of everyone.”

“Oh, thanks,” Robert snorted. He turned to the headstone, eyebrows raised. “Hear that, Grace? Your brother would’ve let me fall on my arse in front of everyone we know because he thinks it would’ve been funny.”

“Gangin’ up on me, are ya? Charmin’,” Aaron rolled his eyes. “Thought you were my husband.”

“I am your husband,” Robert said. “I just like winding you up occasionally.” 

“Seriously, though, Robert,” Aaron began, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder, “don’t ever think you’re not a part of my family, alright? ‘Cause you are. You’re one of us crazy, off your rocker misfits now.” He smiled, and Robert leaned in to rest his cheek on top of Aaron’s head. “You’ll always belong with me, with us, whatever happens. That’s what us Dingles do. We stick together.”

“Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve it,” Robert mumbled. “I don’t deserve to be Robert Sugden-Dingle.”

Aaron pulled away, then, his hands coming to rest on Robert’s waist, his expression serious as he gently turned Robert’s head so that he was looking right at him. “Robert. Robert,” he said, his hand coming up to cup his cheek briefly, a faint brush of his thumb across his cheekbone. “You are a Dingle. You are. Look at where you are, what you’re doin’! You’re here because it’s my little sister’s birthday, and you wanted to pay your respects. You’ve supported my mum with her second pregnancy, you got Charity and Marlon rootin’ for ya, last year you saved Belle’s and Sam’s lives. And you’ve fought to protect your family, Vic and her new baby, and that’s what Dingles do.” Aaron sighed, smiled, his eyes wet. “You’re more like us than you know. You have to believe that.”

“Well, I’m going to prison, aren’t I?” Robert said. “Dingles do that too, last time I checked.”

“Then you’ll know that you’ll have an army of people on the outside just waiting to support ya,” Aaron insisted, “all of us. We’re here for you.” He cast a glance to the gravestone, to Grace. “Grace, too. She’ll keep her eye on ya, till you come home to me.”

“I love you,” Robert whispered earnestly, his eyes shining bright with tears in the autumn sun. “I love you more than you’ll ever know. All of you.”

“Stop it, you’ll start me off, ya muppet,” Aaron said, smacking Robert lightly in the chest and rubbing at his own eyes. “These last few weeks have got ya so soppy.”

“Well, it’s been an emotional time,” Robert admitted. “But you got me through it, like you always do.”

Aaron raised himself up onto his tiptoes to press a kiss to his husband’s forehead, squeezing him around the waist for good measure. He looked down, by Robert’s feet, and saw a bouquet of flowers he hadn’t noticed before; half were bright yellow, the other delicate and purple, tied together with green twine. “What are those?”

“Oh!” Robert said, like he’d just remembered they were there. “I, uh - I brought them for Grace.” He bent to pick them up, cradled them in his arms like they were an infant. He fingered the delicate petals daintily. “I got these ones because - well, you’ll think it’s stupid, it probably is, but see these?” He indicated the yellow ones. “They’re marigolds, they’re the flowers that represent October, for the month she was born. They can mean cruelty, and grief, but also sunlight and passion. And these,” he pointed to the smaller, purple ones. “They’re violets. They represent February in flower language and, well, that’s when your mum’s birthday is,” he shrugged. 

Aaron stared, in awe; his eyes widened, his throat burning with the effort of not crying, again. “And what do they mean?”

“Faithfulness,” Robert said. “Virtue. Otherwise known as-”

“.....chastity,” Aaron finished on a shaky breath, his gaze huge and transfixed on Robert. He couldn’t get the words out for a moment or two, he was so surprised and so overwhelmed with emotion. “That’s - that’s incredible, Robert, I - you’re wonderful, you know that?”

“I got a matching one for your mum,” Robert said. “I was going to drop it off later, with a card, a birthday card that I signed to be from Seb. You don’t think it’s too much?”

“Too much?” Aaron asked, his voice cracking slightly. “Robert, it’s perfect. It’s kind, and thoughtful, and both mum and Grace will love it, I know they will.”

“It was the only thing I could think of to do,” Robert said. “Chas’s been really good to me, and she deserves this, something special.”

“It is special,” Aaron reassured him. “And so are you. There’s no-one like you, Robert.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Robert asked worriedly. 

Aaron smiled, taking the bouquet from his hands and inhaling deeply, pressing his nose to the petals. “Definitely a good thing from where I’m standin’.”

He paused to lose himself for a moment in the flowers’ scent, before turning to place them carefully on Grace’s grave. “There you go, sis,” he said, touching his fingers to the smooth granite surface. “A present from your annoyin’ - but still very sweet - big brother-in-law.”

Robert copied Aaron’s gesture, lingering a little longer than he had to on the stone. “Happy birthday, Grace.”

“We love you,” Aaron added. He reached for Robert’s hand, linked it tightly with his. “C’mon. Want a cuppa at home? We can go see mum and Paddy afterwards, if ya want.”

“I’d like that,” Robert agreed. He let Aaron lead him out of the graveyard, back onto the familiar main street of the village, back towards home.

When he’d been doing his research, he’d discovered that the flowers for January were snowdrops and carnations. They meant admiration, hope, love. They meant rebirth. 

Just like he hoped that flowers would bloom on Grace’s grave year after year in her memory, he hoped that his and Aaron’s relationship would continue to return and blossom, maybe not as fiery or as intense as it had once been with the passing of years, but still there, still in the background, still anchoring them together over everything else. It was the one thing he had to hold on to. He hoped it wouldn’t let him down.

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