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anadiasmount · 2 months

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airports and late night dates - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: “hi babe! can you do a story when y/n it's not a celebrity or a famous person and she has her first appereance as jude’s girlfriend in public. they are at a airport and paparazzi are very curious taking photos and shit and jude is beeing very protective with her. love you.”

wc: 2k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa 🗣️: HAIII ILYSM AS WELL!! jude being a literal body guard and so protective would so be him 😔🤞🏻 added another cute scene after because bf! jude is soooo 🫂🤍!! tiny insta au at the end 😚, like always hope you enjoy!! 🤍

almost a day of traveling had completely drained you. arguing with TSA about your bags in the overhead compartment, your headphones dying on the first flight, accidentally spilling your snacks before buying them, a baby in the plane with their nonstop crying. all you wanted and looked forward to was being with jude.

almost two months without seeing him, without getting to feel his hugs or kisses, hearing him speak in person or to even smell his masculine scent. studying still in germany, your time with him was very small due to having hectic careers. you in uni while he thrived in madrid.

what you most loved and appreciated was not letting that get in the way when making plans or when together. unless it wasn’t convenient or couldn’t work. besides that he made it a priory to fly out to you when he could or you when you had time off. when you were finally together it was to make up for lost time and to be around each other at all times.

to jude:

just landed! headache is killing me i need OUT this plane right now 😑

from jude:

sorry baby! almost here though to be with me! 😉 i’ll be waiting by the baggage claim for you 🤍

to jude:

winky face emoji? really jude? you can’t even properly wink 🙄😂

from jude:

i will book the first fly out before you can even get out the plane 😒

to jude:

no pls i’m sorry! i’m just being moody today has drained me and i’m in need for water and food 😔

from jude:

no cuddles from me?

to jude:

need those especially ☹️🤍

you smiled to yourself, shutting your phone and quietly playing your music, retrieving your carry on purse and putting away any snacks away. you grabbed your small luggage in the overhead compartment, waiting a couple of seconds before slowly walking out, saying thank you and goodbye to the flight attendants.

you practically were sprinting with anticipation out to the gate and then airport to pass customs quickly. not caring if you looked like a mad woman running around. the lady at customs was sweet and fast, asking your reason for your trip and declaring anything to which you denied.

you went through TSA again, kinda annoyed of having to take everything on for a few seconds to then putting it on again. you put your shoes on quickly, grabbing your purse and luggage and ensuring you had everything before leaving. your body ran with chills and excitement, telling jude you were maybe 20 minutes away, to which he replied saying he was here.

you walked around glancing at your phone then and there to check the time and any texts from him and the airline. it was super late almost midnight when you finally were down the escalator stairs looking around for jude. you put your hood up, feeling the cool air from outside into the building causing you to get cold.

you still look around, texting jude you were finally here, debating to call him or not. your finger cling onto your bag, feeling a body behind you and whispering to your level in your ear. “looking for me?” jude whispered, making you jump and turning around. you hugged him tight, almost tearing up due to the exhaustion and seeing him again.

jude picked you up, legs coming around his waist feeling as he dugged his head into your neck and chuckling. “you’re actually here with me? been waiting for so long, you have no idea,” he said making you giggle and pleading him to put you down so you could give him a proper kiss. “does that make it real for you?”

“nope need one more for confirmation,” he joked but actually leant down to capture you in a heated and messy kiss. “not here jude… what if there is cameras?” you say between the kiss, hands resting on his face as he shook his head, “i know i know, just missed you so much,” he frowned, placing one final kiss on your head.

everyone knew jude had a gf, but they didn’t know who you were as you wanted to be private as possible. the idea of being exposed to his world just wasn’t what you wanted right now. you wanted to finish school first, and start your career before fully having to question your every move. you didn’t want to let their comment or any words to your head.

jude respected that, even so wanted to keep you private not because he didn’t want to show you off but to protect your from the constant flash here and flash there in his life. he was barely getting used to it, and he knew you couldn’t quickly adapt or liked the idea, no matter where you were.

the two of you obviously still went out in public, luckily every time you did you didn’t run into people as often or got recognized. you didn’t let that stop you from having a relationship you loved and deserved together.

“these are for you darling,” he passed you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, “and these as well,” he then retrieved some of your favorite snacks from england. he could see the glint of happiness and appreciation in your eyes, as you poured your lip and thanked him. ��i have some gifts for you too, they’re in my other bag. thank you baby,” you sealed the moment with a kiss.

you walked hand and hand together to where other people waited by the baggage claim, jude bringing his arm around your waist to protect you from people who passed by in a rush or with their bags. he wore an all black outfit, with a black baseball cap on his head, looking so boyfriend than ever.

you saw a flash from the corner of your eye, looking up to see where it came from, but jude was quick to pull and hide you away. “was that?” jude answer the question with a quickly nod, “yes… idk how they’re here… i’m sorry baby-”

“it’s okay, i doubt more of them more are here. i only saw one of them,” you reassured him following as you two hid behind a pilar. “let’s pray there’s only one. i don’t know how they found me? i’ve been under the radar since my injury,” jude said frustrated, feeling your hand squeeze his to sooth the anger down a bit and showing that you were here with him.

jude grabbed your single bag, putting his hood up like you had and walked out to the car that was parked by the entrance. the driver had the trunk open helping jude with the bags when a van full with cameras proceeded to pull over and quickly flash the scene. jude whispered a small “shit” to himself, going over to you, and pulling you to his chest hiding you away as you got into the car.

you could hear the commotion and pleads to jude, then asking questions who you were, what your name was, how he was doing, about his injury. the whole encounter was making your head spin and race with nervousness, not used to the flash to your face, or the amount of people around you. you knew it came when being with jude but not like this where you were barely with him for an hour.

jude urged the driver to pull away, quickly driving away through a secret path and letting you out quick from the paparazzi. you laughed loudly, throwing your head back as jude stared at you with a face of amusement yet also confusing. “what? what are you laughing at?” he asked laughing a bit himself.

“at the fact we only thought it would be only one of them, but they had their whole crew waiting outside!” you laughed louder clapping your hands and shaking your head. the whole encounter causing a wave of emotions, and it seemed like laughing is the only thing you could do. jude laughed himself, hearing you calm down a place a kiss on the back of his hand.

“can i be honest? for some reason i feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. we’re so used to being careful and having to change routes the times we go out in public together so we can’t be seen. it’s a relief because i feel like i don’t have to hide you or us away, making it real for everyone else including us, you know? at the same time it’s scary but i don’t care as king as i’m with you,” you say honestly, sighing with relief.

“only if you’re comfortable and okay with it, i only want what’s best for us and you especially, to protect you from what just happened there or for what they’ll say. once we come out you know there’s no going back,” jude reminds you. you knew this came when being with him. you shook your head and looked up at him, “i want it all with you. i’ll say it once and i’ll say it again.”

he leaned down and kissed you sweetly and softly, leaning your forehead together before he told another joke, “well that’s having a real madrid player as a boyfriend for you.” you rolled your eyes playfully, kissing his forehead and focused in front to the road.

“you hungry?”

“starving,” you moaned, hearing your stomach grumble at the thought of some food. “we can pass buy to get the street pizza and churros with chocolate you love dearly?" he offered making you shake your head yes quickly. "please! i will love you forever!"

he sided eyed you giving you a look, telling the driver who took a detour, arriving in less than ten minutes. he ordered for you, getting recognized immediately by the guy who almost jumped up and down happily. jude also asked the driver if they wanted anything since they were out for a while, to which they said yes.

"don't you dare," you warned, eyes widening at him reaching for your churros and chocolate, "excuse me? i literally got you these?" he defended not caring and dipping the warm churro into the chocolate sauce. "mhm so good, taste better when it's not yours," he attempted to wink which made you burst into fits of laughter. "leave me alone!" he wailed at you making fun of him.

jude thanked the worker, bringing your food to the table, which smelled like warm bread and pizza. you quickly opened the box, taking a sip from your drink and not wasting time to eat. jude watched with entertainment at how you enjoyed and devoured the street food. taking a picture to have for memories later on.

the two of you spoke quietly as you ate, talking about your eventful day, the lady at TSA who almost didn't let you on the flight, his successful training and photo shoot for the team, the story behind the flowers, the paparazzi and how you would maneuver once the headline was out.

once you were at his house, you wasted no time and got into the shower, unpacking some of your pj's but jude offered his clothes because he loved when you wore them. it didn't get any better than this. cuddled up in his bed, finally together after so long. he spoke quietly to you, knowing how his voiced soothed and made you go to sleep peacefully.

for the first time after many nights, jude slept safe and sound, knowing that if you were;t next to him, he wouldn't be able to sleep as well when with you. his fingertips raked along your skin, then slowly stopped as he fell asleep as well. "you have no idea how much i love you. wish you were with me always, goodnight my pretty girl, sweet dreams, only if I'm in them..."

"jude. i love you too. but, shut up or i swear i'll sleep in the next room..."

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spottedcelebrity: your goldenboy seen recently at the airport but with his apparent long lost lover. recent rumors and dms say that these two have been together since he was at Dortmund, that she has been also seen at games and the real Madrid new years party. any thoughts? stay tuned for our early 9am show for more details on this couple...

comments:

user385: NO WAY. WHAT ON EARTH?

user273: this is what it took to see her? the paparazzi? really hope this won't affect them :(

thesun: 👀

username874: i've seen her at his award ceremony back last year... this isn't tea we've been knowing he has a gf.

popculture: those pics? 👀

username85: oh lord... this is just the start, hope they're okay, saw the video and she looked super scared, jude even more concerned but for her...

↪️ user09: the way he pulled her into his chest to protect her? he is so boyfriend!!!

ynusername added to their stories! 🔒

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ddarker-dreams · 9 months

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imagine chrollo learns your passcode (easily), and he sees all the messages you've sent..CREEP

privacy?? chrollo has never heard of her. he may be a polyglot but that's the single word across all languages that he's unfamiliar with. blotted from his vocabulary altogether. really though, once he sets his eyes on you, everything is fair game. he may masquerade as a gentleman but his depravity overwhelms the pretense, seeping out like blood through a loosely applied gauze. what can he say? he finds your technological footprint intriguing. it's like a case study. what apps you spend the most time on, your favorite podcasts/music to stream, the strange youtube rabbit holes you go down on a tuesday night; and, most importantly, the aforementioned messages.

consider pleading with a higher power because he will not take flirtations messages from your behalf lightly. it'll be one of the few times he frowns while scrolling through your phone, feeling slighted, as if he's entitled to this knowledge you've kept in the dark. realistically, he's not so lost in the land of delusion to think you were perfectly preserved for him your entire life, as if he'd unthawed you from a cryogenic chamber upon making your acquaintance, but. man. this is rough on the soul. why did you send this girl so many winky faces. you never sent him winky faces. what's so special about her? he gets shal to pull up her bank account, it's in the red, and her credit score is atrocious.

personal hc infusion time — chrollo may be a master of deciphering people's intent face to face, but electronic correspondence is another beast entirely. the man still reads newspapers. he doesn't get internet jargon and the latest memes (especially those that build upon past popular jokes). he misconstrues a lot of the messages you've sent and have received. not wildly so, but he thinks more courting is going on than there ever was. why do you say 'ily' to so many people. and the heart emoticons, they're everywhere, this person just sent you a picture of a frappe, what's with all this excitement and exclamation marks on your behalf? it's perplexing. old man syndrome.

basically, his feelings come out bruised after doing a little too much snooping.

#yandere chrollo x reader #chrollo brainrot #answered #Anonymous

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patricia-taxxon · 7 months

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why don't you like deltarune? and what about undertale?

undertale has an intentionally tropy story abt the power of friendship but it lands because it has good friends that i like to hear from, deltarune doesn't have good friends so we're just left with toby fox's winky reference soup. i would dropkick a ralsei.

#cilantromixture #patricia taxxon ask

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wannawritefast · 6 months

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Comfortember 2023 Day 6: “Notes”

A/N: My sporadic contribution to Comfortember. It’s short but Johnny Cage bbs come get y’all juice. It’s my birth month and I’m closing in on the end of my semester so I can’t promise anything but please enjoy!!

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

Warnings: none, fluff :)

Notes. Johnny left them everywhere. Don’t get him wrong. He definitely preferred the convenience of using his phone to send you little memos. It was instant and Johnny could really accommodate his own attention span by using his phone but when he found out on accident how much you loved them, he made a point of it.

You both still remembered the first of its kind.

A pink sticky note on the back of your script that said “And it was all a dream!” with the most hastily-drawn smiley face ever.

You laughed when you saw it. It was a miracle that it hadn’t become a casualty to the rough handling of your scripts before you discovered it.

He had to have done it when you were putting your post-its in your script, marking it up the night before. You hadn’t thought much of the clumsy kiss he gave you when he checked in as the sun went down. Then again you hadn’t been paying that close attention to him or anything else for that matter. A glass of water. A “How’s it going, baby?” A stumble and a peck. And his leg and hand knocking right into the back of the thick stack of 8.5 by 11 copy paper in your grasp as he had moved to sit next to you.

The bump into the script in your hand had been completely intentional, you realized with delight at the table read. It made your Instagram story in seconds accompanied by the words ‘original illustration by @johnny.cage’ and some pink hearts in the top right corner.

That had sealed it.

The next one you found was in your purse. Well, not your purse exactly. It was in the compact in your purse. Blue. “Hey, good-lookin.’” A winky face. It had fluttered out as you were landing out of the country for a shoot. You still had your neck pillow on. You sent Johnny one of the ugliest selfies you had ever taken with it. Against your protests, it became his lock screen photo.

Then they truly popped up everywhere. Your boyfriend was relentless.

A set of expensive rings you’d stared at a little too long on Rodeo. Purple sticky note. “For my precious.” A noble but indecent-looking stick figure attempt at Gollum was near it, partially scribbled out.

Surprise coffee in your trailer. Yellow note. Sunshine with sunglasses.

New boots, courtesy of Johnny. Pink. “Step on me in these.”

Sleeping in while he had left at the crack of dawn. Pink. “Busy all day. Sushi at our regular spot for dinner.” Heart.

Almost all of them made your Instagram story. The dick that looked like it had been drawn by a middle school boy on a blue sticky note slapped to the bathroom mirror, for example, hadn’t made the cut. The ones that did though… Johnny reposted each within 5 minutes, no matter what time it was.

Like the orange sticky note you woke up to under your glasses that said ‘Jinkies!’ You had gone to bed and left them on your nightstand at 4 am. Johnny had stayed up with you. He had left at 6 am for the day. It made you worry about his sleep schedule.

It didn’t matter that you couldn’t keep up with his god-like speed in making unique sticky notes. You posted them. And you kept and remembered all of them. All of them. Yes, even the blue doodle dick.

Again, Johnny definitely preferred sending you texts and voice memos as soon as he felt like you were forgetting how hot you were, which was usually several times a day. It should also be noted that the sticky notes never detracted from the amount of attention he was already giving you. Johnny was a beast at reminding you how much he loved you.

As he had said it once: “There’s no threshold, baby. I’ll die telling you how sexy your walker is; the last sticky note I ever leave you will tell you the same thing.”

He slapped one on your ass after he had said that. Yellow. “Johnny Cage wuz here.”

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 9 months

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Meet Me On The Courtyard | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Spencer getting shot in Texas, mentions of stalkers, fluff!

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After living in his apartment for years, Spencer thought he would’ve seen about everything and everyone.

But he would’ve remembered seeing her.

At first, Spencer thought he was dreaming, too tired from the case he had just gotten home from that it made him delusional. She was dancing across her living room in shorts and a baggy T-shirt, her hair scraped back into the messiest of buns, and a glass of wine swirling around in her hand.

Spencer couldn’t help but smile as he watched her for a good minute until he realized how creepy he must look.

Ever since seeing her for the first time, his eyes kept glancing back to the apartment across the courtyard. It brought a smile to his face to see her dancing around her place or pacing as she called her friends or simply mulling about her place. Witnessing as she went about her day, he felt more and more connected to her, which made him sound like a creepy voyeur.

He didn’t quite know how to approach her. Knocking on her door wasn’t quite the option as that would come off as creepy and he didn’t have any luck of bumping into her in the lobby of their apartment building.

On one of his rare days off, Spencer sat in his apartment, reading a book with the window open. He was laser-focused on the words he was reading until the sweet, melodic sounds of someone singing along loudly interrupted that. Confused, yet almost certain about who it was, he placed a finger between his book to keep his spot and made his way over to the window. His gut instinct was proven right once again. The girl from the apartment across from his was cleaning her apartment with her music blasting and her singing along.

“You got that James Dean daydream look in your eyeAnd I got that red lip classic thing that you likeAnd when we go crashing down, we come back every time'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of sty–”

The last note came out in a shriek as her eyes landed on the guy across the courtyard, startled by the sudden figure in the window across from her. Spencer’s own eyes widened as he realized he had made her jump before holding up his hands in an attempt at an apology.

“Sorry! Sorry!” he said, making sure to enunciate as she probably wouldn’t be able to hear him.

The bubbly Taylor Swift song continued in the background as she clutched at her heart, trying to get it to calm down. Spencer took the time to reach for a notepad and a pen, and wrote down a message to her.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you!”

She narrowed her eyes for a moment before holding her finger up and reaching for something on the side. When she turned her head back towards him, she placed a pair of glasses on her nose to be able to read the message. Her answer came in the form of a shrug of her shoulders.

At least she wasn’t repulsed by him.

Spencer quickly scribbled down his next message, making sure to make his letters big enough for her to read.

“I’m not a creepy stalker, promise.”

A laugh bubbled up from her chest, though he couldn’t hear it due to the distance between them and the Taylor Swift song blasting in her apartment. He felt his lips curl up into a smile. He couldn’t wait to hear that laugh in real life.

The girl held her finger up again and disappeared for a good five seconds before returning with a notepad of her own. As she wrote down her own message, Spencer noticed how a tingle traveled from his stomach all the way to his toes and to the back of his neck. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

“All creepy stalkers say that”

She had drawn a winky face at the end of the sentence. Throwing his head back, Spencer let out a loud, genuine laugh.

“Why are you talking to me then?” he wrote next.

With a smile on her face, the girl wrote down an answer. “I have seen you around, Mr. FBI.”

An involuntary blush crept up his cheeks. She had seen him around. She knew he was an FBI Agent. She had kept an eye on him as much as he had kept an eye out on her. The idea in itself sounded completely insane to him, but then again Spencer had once fallen in love with a girl he had never seen before. The fact that he was so infatuated with this girl without knowing her name wasn’t all that surprising, considering.

“I’m Spencer.” Spencer wrote and drew a smiley face behind his name.

She gave him a cutesy wave while the corners of her mouth seemed to be stuck in that ever glowing smile. “I’m Y/N.”

Spencer offered her a wave as well, his smile mirroring hers. There was something about her that drew him to her. He wasn’t sure what it was. The smile, the bubbly persona he had witnessed over the last couple of weeks, her willingness to talk to him, her keeping an eye on him without him even noticing. All he knew for sure was that he wanted to talk to her. Face-to-face.

Giddily, he ducked down to write his next message and when he came back up to show it to her, the message she held out for him was the exact same as what he had written for her.

“Meet me on the courtyard?”

His cheeks hurt from smiling so hard as he scrambled to get downstairs. His book long forgotten, he quickly put on shoes and grabbed his keys before rushing down to the courtyard where he finally saw her from up close. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined her being.

She had exchanged her shorts for a pair of jeans and the T-shirt tucked in messily. Her messy bun had come out, allowing her locks to cascade over her shoulders like a waterfall. It was only then when Spencer noticed how beautiful her eyes were. Her eyes rivaled the sun, shimmering so brightly and provided him with so much warmth.

“Hi,” she greeted with a tender, nervous smile.

“Hey,” he greeted back before motioning towards the stone bench beside them.

Chuckling, y/n took a seat and Spencer quickly followed, making sure to keep some distance between them. He didn’t want to scare her by sitting too close. They didn’t know each other at all, so giving up his personal space so soon wasn’t in the cards for him yet.

“You have a beautiful singing voice,” he complimented, remembering her rendition of Style.

Before she looked down at her hands in her lap, Spencer caught a glimpse of her flustered cheeks.

“Thank you,” she said. “I-I used to be in choir when I was a kid, so… I suppose I did learn a thing or two when I was there.” Her eyes flicked up to his. “Sorry if I disturbed… Whatever you were doing.”

Shaking his head, Spencer told her, “No, you didn’t. I was reading, but it was a nice distraction.”

“What were you reading?” She sounded genuinely interested.

“Something Wicked This Way Comes,” he replied honestly and her eyes brightened even more than he thought was possible. “I-It’s one of my favorites.”

Her hand landed on his forearm in excitement as she said, “It’s mine too!” and then lapsed into her honest review of the book. Spencer clung onto every word, relaxed at the lilt of her voice and answered any and all questions she had about his opinion on the book.

When she shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, Spencer realized how late it had gotten. The sun had started to set, casting a gloomy shadow over the courtyard. Talking to her seemed to have made the time slip away. Spencer didn’t want it to end, but neither of them had brought a sweater, so they were doomed to retreat back to their apartments sooner than either of them wanted.

“You cold?” he asked and fought the urge to wrap his arms around her.

She nodded her head. “Yeah, a little. But it’s fine,” she said as she suppressed a yawn.

A chuckle rolled off his lips. “It’s fine if you wanna go inside. We’ve been talking for hours and I have to be in the office pretty early tomorrow anyway.”

She offered him a thankful smile as she got up from the bench and he followed her example. The two of them made their way back into the lobby where she turned to him. “It was nice talking to you, Spencer. I would like to pick your genius brain more often.”

“I’d like that,” Spencer said, his smile quickly mirroring hers again.

After giving him a quick wave and that ever-present smile of hers, she turned on her heel and walked up the stairs to her side of the building. Spencer stayed put and watched her for a little while until he couldn’t see her anymore before retreating to his own apartment.

Never in his life had he met someone who shared his opinions on books, who rivaled his rambling, whose intelligence made his IQ waver. In his mind, he thanked Taylor Swift for bringing them together. If it weren’t for her, Spencer doubted they would’ve ever started talking.

That night sparked a series of events. Ever since that day, they’d meet in the courtyard every single day. Sometimes in the morning and then either one of them would roll up with fresh coffee, sometimes in the evening with cups of calming tea.

Their meetups quickly evolved from the cold courtyard to one of their apartments. They’d watch movies, read the same books so they could talk about it afterwards even though he always finished long before she did, they made dinner for one another, …

Whatever the day was, they’d spend it together and talk about everything and anything they could think of. Talking to her had to be his favorite way to pass time. Life suddenly made complete sense whenever Spencer was around her. No matter what sort of horror he had witnessed on the cases he worked, it all seemed to vanish from his memory whenever he met up with her again.

And whenever Spencer was gone, she’d make sure his plants survived his absence, she got his mail so the mailbox wouldn’t overflow. Whenever she was gone for work, he would do the exact same for her.

In the span of a few months, Y/N became Spencer’s best friend, and he couldn’t deny the feelings that had grown in his heart.

Though he would never tell her that.

After living in her apartment for a good year, y/n thought she would’ve seen about everything and everyone.

But she would’ve remembered seeing him.

She’d catch glimpses of him across the yard in his apartment, mulling about his house with a book in his hand. Every time she did, she wondered what book he was reading and what he thought of it. There was something about him that drew her attention.

The day she caught him looking at her when she was dancing around her living room whilst cleaning and belting along to Taylor Swift, was the best day. She loved how easy it was to talk to him and how intelligent he was. She loved picking his brain and listening to all the facts he knew about the most random things.

Becoming friends with Spencer Reid was about the best thing that could’ve happened to her.

He was there for her on her bad days as much as she was there for his. When the two of them spent time together, time seemed to just slow down and everything around them vanished. When it was the two of them together, nothing else mattered.

Over the course of a couple of months, y/n couldn’t deny the chills she got with every single touch, how her brilliance simply turned to dust whenever he merely smiled at her.

While Spencer was out on a case in Texas, y/n went down to his apartment often after work to water his plants and get his mail out. Though he told her not to do it, y/n was happy to. Sometimes, she’d even leave little sticky notes or she’d leave him the book she’d just read, so he could read it too.

She was in his apartment when she received a call from Jennifer Jarau, Spencer’s co-worker. Y/N had seen Spencer’s co-workers a couple of times before, but never had they called her before. Her heart plummeted to her stomach. The fact that JJ was calling her didn’t scream ‘good news’.

“JJ?” Y/N spoke into the phone, her voice dripping with confusion.

JJ sighed, “Y/N… I, uhm… Spence, he–”

The mail slipped out of her hands, envelopes scattering everywhere. Her mind was racing with questions and scenarios. She couldn’t imagine what was going on with Spencer, but she knew her best friend was hurting and she wasn’t there.

“What happened?” she asked and without hesitation, she headed back to her own place while JJ explained what had happened.

There wasn’t much y/n understood about what happened. All she heard was ‘open fire’, ‘gun shot’, ‘Spence got hit in the neck’, ‘surgery’. It was enough for her to understand she needed to head to Texas.

“Text me which hospital he’s in. I’m coming to Texas,” y/n told JJ and after JJ’s agreement, y/n hung up and rushed out of her apartment with everything she needed. With her heart beating in her throat, y/n took the next best flight over to Texas and rushed towards the hospital JJ had texted her.

Y/N wasn’t even too sure where she was going. With fear and anxiety selectively blinding her, she made a beeline for the front desk.

“Spencer. Spencer Reid. I’m looking for Spencer Reid,” she told the woman behind the desk.

“Y/N!” JJ’s familiar voice called and as y/n turned around, JJ ran up to her with worry flooding her eyes. The blonde wrapped her arms around her, allowing her lungs to deflate with the breath she had been holding.

“How is he? Is he okay?” y/n asked in one breath.

“Yeah, he’s just out of surgery. You can go see him.”

A single tear rolled down y/n’s cheek before she stepped away from JJ. “Thank you for calling me.”

“Spence asked for you,” JJ told her honestly. “When-when he was in the ambulance. He asked for you.”

Letting out a shaky breath, y/n tried a careful smile. She was scared if she allowed her lips to fully curl up, it would take Spencer away from her.

“Go,” JJ encouraged, softly pushing her towards Spencer’s room.

With a nervous pep in her step, y/n made her way towards Spencer. She could feel the nerves bundle up in her chest. Though she knew what had happened, she didn’t know how she was going to find him. She halted in the doorway, her eyes landing on Spencer, who was lying in the hospital bed with a gauze patched to the right side of his neck. He looked peaceful as he slept, though I noticed the bags under his eyes. Somehow, he still managed to look beautiful.

“Y/N,” Penelope whispered when her eyes landed on me. Alex turned in her chair, offering me a kind smile whilst the peppy blonde embraced me in a tight hug.

“How’s he doing?” she asked, entering the room further with Penelope to move closer to Spencer.

“Very tired and drowsy from the painkillers,” Alex replied. “He’s in and out of it.”

Y/N simply nodded her head, telling Spencer’s co-workers that she did hear them but didn’t have the energy to really respond. Alex and Penelope exchanged glances without y/n even noticing, and they got up and left the room to leave her alone with Spencer.

Inching closer towards the patient, y/n wiped away a tear before using the same hand to stroke his hair out of his face. “God dammit, Spence,” she whispered, sniffling.

Spencer’s lashes fluttered against his cheeks before she was allowed a peek at his honey-colored eyes again. A lazy smile landed on his lips. “Y/N,” he mumbled and shifted slightly, but then immediately hissed at how painful the movement was.

“Hey, relax,” she cooed. Her hand moved back through his hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now that I see you.” His voice sounded thick with sleep as he stopped her hand from going through his hair and kissed her palm. “Can’t believe you came.”

Wiping her thumb against his cheek, she offered him a sad smile. “Of course I came. You got hurt.”

“I love you,” he admitted drowsily before falling back to sleep.

Y/N’s heart skipped a few beats at the sweet confession coming from his sleepy lips. Though he could still mean the words in a platonic way, it still made her insides go putty.

The admission haunted her mind for a good day until she got him home safe and sound, and she could ask about it. A bundle of nerves settled in her chest as she placed Spencer’s bag down and helped him settle on the sofa.

“How are you feeling?” she asked sweetly as she handed him a glass of water and his painkillers.

Spencer groaned a little before taking the medication. “I’m all right, you know, considering.” He offered her a tender smile. “Thank you for being here.” Reaching over, Spencer enveloped her hand in his, entwining their fingers together.

“Spence… Can I ask you something?” Spencer hummed in response. “In the hospital… You told me… You told me you loved me. I-I’m just not sure what to make of it?”

The corners of his mouth curled up. “Do you remember the first time we met? How I was looking at you through the window like a true stalker?”

“Gave me a heart attack,” y/n chuckled, trying to read his honey eyes to try and figure out where he was going with this.

“I had stolen a couple glimpses at you before that, too. When you were just mulling about your apartment or when you danced around the living room with a glass of wine or when you cooked… I didn’t know your name and I hadn’t seen you up close yet, but from watching you just live your life, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I’ve been infatuated with you ever since and getting to know you – actually getting to know you, up close and personal – it just made that infatuation grow to a love so pure and so grand, that I couldn’t keep that secret to myself anymore. I’ve fallen in love with you, y/n. And you don’t need to feel compelled to say it back. It’s fine if you don’t. I just– I figured you should know.”

Tears lined y/n’s eyes as she listened to him talk. No one in her short life had ever told her words quite as beautiful as his. It warmed her heart and melted it into a puddle. She had been so scared to tell him how she really felt, scared he wouldn’t feel the same, scared it would ruin the friendship. All while he was feeling the exact same thing.

“I love you too, Spence.” The words came out in a whisper as though it was a secret.

“You don’t have to–”

“I have to,” she cut him off quickly. “Because it’s true. You’re not the only one with stalker-tendencies, Mr. FBI,” y/n joked, causing him to let out a laugh, only for him to hiss in pain straight after.

“Laughing hurts,” he whined. “Don’t make me laugh again.”

Smiling, y/n leaned in closer and as her lips ghosted his, she whispered, “I can’t make such promises.”

And then y/n kissed her best friend on the couch of his apartment. The one right across from hers.

If they hadn’t decided to meet on the courtyard so many months ago, neither of them would experience the bliss that was kissing one another.

And all because of a Taylor Swift song.

Everything taglist: @calamitykaty @littlemissaddict @n0wornever @wanniiieeee @unnowhatthisistbh

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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Just wanted to let you know that “aita for outing my boyfriends abusive ex?” sounds very much like a combination of two plot lines from heartstopper. While the ages and names are different the age gaps are the same and the story seems to be based on Ben and nicks characters. It may be a genuine real life aita so I just thought you might want to know.

Thank you for the heads up--I see a couple people in the notes have come to the same conclusion, so I'm going to say this is probably a fandom post and not someone's real lived experiences.

I'm going to go ahead and delete it, because it does not fit the tone or subject matter I want for fandom posts on this blog. If you want to submit a post that's a faithful and straight up retelling of a plotline without a fun winky-face reveal at the end, please take it to one of the fandom-based AITAs. Additionally, serious content like abusive exes and outing is right out for fandom posts here, because it's extremely unfun for the people who took it at face value and put sincere emotional effort into responding.

For examples of excellent ones that stuck the landing really well, click here!

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bestworstcase · 4 months

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Wait could you go more into Salem being glinda? (<- person who is bad at allegories but loves your metas)

ok!!

step one is to clear out everything you’ve ever read about rwby’s ozian allusion from your brain because this fandom keeps trying to make it about the wizard of oz and it’s… nnnot about the wizard of oz. the book we’re going to be talking about as the primary text of reference is the second oz book, ‘the marvelous land of oz,’ which is about what happens after dorothy and the wizard go home.

the reason nobody can figure out who rwby’s “dorothy” is is… there is no dorothy. she’s in kansas and not really relevant to this story except insofar as her journey through oz resulted in the wizard’s departure and the end of the wicked witches of the east and west. she’s The Backstory. and—actually as i write this there, um, there IS a dorothy and now i have to go stare at a wall for a little while.

…

we’ll get there.

context:

at the end of the first oz book, ‘the wonderful wizard of oz,’ the wizard leaves and glinda, the good witch of the south, tells dorothy how to return home to kansas with the glass slippers (which fall off her feet and are lost forever whilst carrying dorothy home)

(the classic film makes something of a mess by combining glinda and the good witch of the north into a composite character, creating the problem of why glinda would not simply tell dorothy how to use the slippers right away. in the book, the good witch of the north sends dorothy to the wizard, who is secretly a fraud, and after he inadvertently leaves dorothy behind she is advised to travel south to consult with glinda instead.)

now, the wizard was the ruler of oz, so his departure created a political problem that he attempted to solve by appointing the scarecrow to rule in his absence. that choice is what ‘marvelous land’ is chiefly about because, you see, before the wizard came along, oz was ruled by a king named pastoria, who had an infant daughter named ozma. then the wizard deposed pastoria, and princess ozma disappeared.

the book’s protagonist is a boy named tippetarius (tip) who’s been raised all his life by the bad witch mombi. tip is in fact ozma, stolen by mombi and transformed into a boy to secure the wizard on the throne of oz. he has no idea; he just knows that mombi isn’t very nice to him and he wants to leave.

when he runs away, he takes with him jack pumpkinhead—a fellow tip made by carving a jack-o-lantern head for a wooden man, animated by mombi’s magic. their relationship is quasi-parental (jack calls tip “father” but tip is, you know, a boy and not especially fatherly). they’re joined by a living saw horse en route to the emerald city. the trio is briefly separated, with jack and the horse rushing ahead and being received by the scarecrow while tip is waylaid and meets general jinjur, who is leading an army of revolt to the emerald city to overthrow the scarecrow.

that happens. jinjur wins more or less by default because the soldier with green whiskers, who guards the emerald city’s gate, is too cowardly to fight them and simply lets them into the city. the scarecrow flees, along with tip, the sawhorse, and jack. this motley crew heads west to winkie country, once the domain of the wicked witch of the west, now ruled by nick chopper—the tin man. en route to winkie country, the scarecrow mentions to jack that pumpkins rot and jack spends the remainder of the story in a state of ever-present existential dread over his imminent decay.

anyway, nick accompanies them back to the emerald city, along with the woggle-bug—a very large, knowledgeable bug whom none of them like particularly and whose backstory involves transformation by a professor, an incident about which the woggle-bug has ambivalent feelings—whom they meet along the way. they’re hindered by various illusory traps mombi throws at them because she’s trying to get tip back under control.

reclaiming the emerald city from jinjur does not Go Well. they’re forced to flee again, briefly end up stranded in an inhospitable place on the far side of the desert and attacked by birds. the woggle bug saves them by using a silver wishing pill to repair their means of transportation so that they can reach glinda’s home, in southern quadling country.

they want glinda to help them restore the scarecrow to the throne of oz. glinda has other plans, because she’s spent all this time trying to find ozma and set right the wizard’s various injustices. she’s narrowed it down to mombi as the culprit, and upon learning that the witch has hidden herself in the emerald city, she… um, immediately lays siege to the emerald city to “starve it into submission” and flush mombi out, then chases her to the impassable desert at the edge of oz, ties a rope around her neck to silence her magical powers, and bodily drags her back to the emerald city to account for her wrongdoing on pain of death:

Glinda had been carefully considering what to do, and now she turned to Mombi and said: "You will gain nothing, I assure you, by thus defying us. For I am determined to learn the truth about the girl Ozma, and unless you tell me all that you know, I will certainly put you to death." "Oh, no! Don't do that!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman. "It would be an awful thing to kill anyone—even old Mombi!" "But it is merely a threat," returned Glinda. "I shall not put Mombi to death, because she will prefer to tell me the truth." "Oh, I see!" said the Tin Man, much relieved. "Suppose I tell you all that you wish to know,". said Mombi, speaking so suddenly that she startled them all. "What will you do with me then?" "In that case," replied Glinda, "I shall merely ask you to drink a powerful draught which will cause you to forget all the magic you have ever learned." "Then I would become a helpless old woman!" "But you would be alive," suggested the Pumpkinhead, consolingly. […] "You may make your choice," Glinda said to old Mombi, "between death if you remain silent, and the loss of your magical powers if you tell me the truth. But I think you will prefer to live." Mombi cast an uneasy glance at the Sorceress, and saw that she was in earnest, and not to be trifled with.

thus mombi is forced to tell the truth, remove the curse she placed on tippetarius (turning him back into ozma), and take glinda’s potion to strip all of her magical power away.

folds hands.

here are some facts about glinda:

she rules over quadling country—in the oz books, the cardinal kingdoms are all color-coded; northern gillikin country is purple, eastern munchkinland is blue, western winkie country is yellow, and quadling country? red. (glynda goodwitch’s purple is the first hint that she is not glinda, but rather the good witch of the north who believes in the wizard’s power. her absolute faith in ozpin is the second hint.)

glinda is, despite her youthful appearance, implied to be thousands of years old, and by any measure the most powerful sorceress in all of oz.

in demeanor, she is always calm and collected and resolutely truthful; so great is her dedication to the truth that she has no power over mombi’s magical deception and illusions, hence the need to force mombi to undo her own curse. she always knows when she’s lied to, but she can be fooled (fleetingly) by powerful illusions. and she can be utterly ruthless in pursuit of what she believes is right for oz.

she, as noted in the last post, is responsible for freeing the flying monkeys from their enslavement by the golden cap.

now!

the allusions rwby is making to ‘marvelous land’ are really very straightforward—much like cinder and cinderella or salem and maiden-in-tower stories. it is impossible to read the book with rwby in mind and not see the connections:

the god of light is mombi.

ozma is ozma; as ozpin, he has become the wizard (complicit in his own cursed imprisonment), and within oscar he’s tippetarius (a boy who’s lost his true self).

oscar is jack pumpkinhead, ozma’s heir (thus, symbolically, his “son”), brought to life at least symbolically by light’s power (he’s in the story at all because he’s ozma’s vessel), and preoccupied with existential dread inspired by the looming immediacy of his spiritual death.

qrow is the scarecrow, left to carry the symbol of ozpin’s authority in ozpin’s absence and forced to flee beacon, the “emerald city,” by

summer rose, who is general jinjur, holding beacon academy while she searches for the crown. (jinjur spends a considerable portion of the story trying to get the royal crown.)

lionheart is the soldier with green whiskers: not the fearful but truly courageous lion, but the cowardly old soldier who all but hands jinjur the keys to the city in his terror.

ironwood is the tin man, ruling over a land once subjugated by the wizard’s bitter enemy (pre-war, fascist mantle) now remade into a shining and prosperous kingdom under the command of the wizard’s ally (atlas)—and it is he who gives sanctuary to the scarecrow and tip’s party after the emerald city falls, and he who leads the failed first attempt to take the city back by force.

vacuo is the nest of jackdaws where the party ends up stranded, far from oz—they cross a desert to get there and i suspect the point of theodore is to signal that vacuo isn’t “in” oz but rather standing in for the deserts and the lands beyond. because dorothy is in kansas, you see. (he’s not the Real Dorothy, though, we’ll get there momentarily).

the woggle-bug is raven, the maiden of knowledge who knows the secret that will bridge the impassable divide between vacuo and salem; her knowledge of what summer did is the silver wishing pill which, incidentally, poisons tip when he tries to use it.

and salem is, of course, glinda: ancient and aloof and coldly ruthless in her pursuit of the truth, searching for ozma (<- note the congruence here with rapunzel searching for her prince in the wasteland!) and ready to GO TO WAR to bring the god of light to account for what he’s done. i really must emphasize the GOING TO WAR bit: the glinda of the books is not the soft, mistily benevolent lady the classic film makes of her. she has an extremely well-disciplined standing army which she marches on the emerald city with the explicit intention of delivering a siege to “starve it into submission.” mombi looks this woman in the eye, sees death staring back at her, and surrenders with a whimper. glinda is ruthless.

so it isn’t even “glinda would go to war if she thought it necessary” it’s that glinda does in fact go to war and rwby is, with salem, taking glinda’s decision to go to war to achieve her ends very seriously and putting that in a context where salem isn’t revered as a protector and loved by all. the only difference between salem and glinda is that glinda is beloved by the people of oz!

but i also promised you dorothy. so:

allow me to direct your attention back to what glinda does to mombi after ozma’s curse is lifted. mombi is made to drink a potion that causes her to forget all the magic she’s ever learned, leaving her to live as an ordinary old woman—but she is not left alone to suffer afterwards, because ozma makes arrangements to provide for her indefinitely.

this is, of course, what’s in store for the god of light. he’s going to ascend—that’s obvious—and the fairytale ‘the two brothers’ hints quite strongly that he’ll come back as a man (i’d wager a faunus specifically), leaving his power and memories of divinity behind and given a peaceful life in return. mombi’s resolution in ‘marvelous land’ offers a direct 1:1 comparison to ascension.

but what about the god of darkness?

he’s– he’s dorothy.

dorothy doesn’t appear in ‘marvelous land’ and she has no presence in the book whatsoever except as one of the two characters whose departure at the end of the last book created the circumstances that allow this story to occur: it is dorothy’s adventure that convinces the wizard to leave oz, and then she leaves too. the wizard—through mombi, the real power behind his throne—retains his influence and authority over the land of oz until she is forced to undo her wrongs, but dorothy is simply… gone. she went home, she’s remembered fondly by her friends, she has nothing whatsoever to do with this story, and the silver shoes that bore her home at the end of the last book fell from her feet and were lost forever.

(she does eventually make it back to oz, in a roundabout way, by accident. but for rwby’s purposes, and within the context of ‘marvelous land’ taken in isolation, dorothy is Gone Forever.)

afterans refer to the tree as home; they think of ascension as returning home to rest and find renewal after a long journey through the world outside. at the end of her journey through oz, she asks glinda to send her home, and glinda tells her:

“The Silver Shoes," said the Good Witch, "have wonderful powers. And one of the most curious things about them is that they can carry you to any place in the world in three steps, and each step will be made in the wink of an eye. All you have to do is to knock the heels together three times and command the shoes to carry you wherever you wish to go.”

and, as i noted, the shoes carry her home but are lost in the process, never to be found again.

glinda teaches dorothy how to go home. likewise, salem is a repetition of jabber—the argument between the brothers comes full circle—and through this experience dark realizes that he needs to “go home,” i.e. ascend. he’s been trapped in this same disagreement for thousands of years and nothing has changed; nothing will change unless he tries something new. he shatters the moon on his way out and, unlike his brother, there’s nothing to suggest he’s still present in this world or relevant to this story as anything but backstory… because he ascended and became something new.

(the spirits in the relics.)

(which in terms of the ozian narrative, represent the golden cap, which glinda receives from dorothy before she gives it to the king of the flying monkeys to set them all free, so the symbolic through line between dark-as-dorothy becoming the spirits-as-flying-monkeys through his and their relation to salem is relatively straightforward.)

anyway, behold.

toto.

#i just—brgdgks #DOROTHY.#''GIFT OF GOD.''#it’s another goddamned stealth pun

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themousefromfantasyland · 10 months

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Thoughts I had while watching The Wizard of Oz after a long time

1 - This is the Wicked Witch of the East. She's wearing high heels that look suspiciously similar to the ruby slippers, and later Dorothy tells the Munchkins how the Wicked Witch of the East flew too close to the house.

The wind began to switch – the house to pitch and suddenly the hinges started to unhitch.

Just then the Witch – to satisfy an itch went flying on her broomstick, thumbing for a hitch.

2 - Why do Munchkins think goblins are destined to go to hell? Are there goblins in Oz?

Wake up, the wicked witch is dead!

She's gone where the goblins go below, below, below, yo ho

3 - Is Oz technically a county?

4 - Oz seems to be a mostly agrarian society. You could see farmlands in almost all backgrounds

5 - The Wicked Witch of the West is Hitler and Mussolini. The Wicked Witch is green, because the Winkies are green. She's a sovereign leader who enslaved her own people, and is so tyrannical, that they are glad and relieved when she's dead. I think 1930's audiences were more than likely to understand these subtexts.

6 - The LGBTQ fandom of the movie subverted the whole message.

In the film, the Land of Oz, no matter how much it's more colorful, more cheerful and more liberated than Kansas, is treated just like a childish fantasy, and Kansas is the reality that Dorothy has to learn to conform to live within. The message comes as if you should never try to escape your dreary, monochromatic conservative rural state.

The LGBTQ following, the friends of Dorothy, identity themselves more with Oz, and prefer to live over the rainbow in a magical fairyland where they can be themselves and be celebrated because of it, than to be forced to conform to society expectations in dreary Kansas.

@ariel-seagull-wings @autistic-prince-cinderella @tamisdava2 @natache @thealmightyemprex @the-blue-fairie

#the land of oz #l frank baum #the wizard of oz #the wizard of oz 1939 #judy garland

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poppies-from-oz · 11 months

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The Road to Oz Interlude

I’m obsessed with this one image so I wrote a one shot to go with it.

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It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair.

Laughter and chatter and general merry-making filled the dining hall of the emerald palace. Hundreds upon hundreds of guests had gathered here this evening to celebrate Princess Ozma’s thirteenth birthday! Nobility from across the many fairy countries of this land were in attendance, as were all of Ozma’s closest friends. It was quite a queer gathering, with pretty fairy queens sitting next to pumpkin-headed gentlemen and talking cookies, but a happy one nonetheless! Everyone in attendance was having fun…well, almost everyone. Though most of the attendees were conversing with each other, one of them was completely silent. And that was the Scarecrow of Oz.

The Scarecrow was widely regarded as the wisest man in all of Oz and was one of Ozma’s favorite companions. The stuffed man had been given a seat befitting his high status, just a few chairs down from where Princess Ozma sat at the head. Queen Zixi of Ixi was on his left, the Wizard of Oz was on his right, and the royals of Noland were right across from him. The Gillikin’s Sovereign sat next to the Wizard as well and Princess Dorothy sat beside Queen Zixi. The Scarecrow was surrounded on all sides by interesting and wondrous people but he hardly spoke a word to them. They tried to engage with him many times, with The Wizard occasionally elbowing the straw man in his side to get his attention. The Scarecrow would then sheepishly apologize and hastily throw some words into the conversation…but inevitably his attention would wander off once more.

Across from him, near the end of the table sat Niccolo Chopper. The Tin Woodman of Oz, Emperor of the Winkies, and the Scarecrow’s closest companion. Though “companion” is selling it a bit short, as the two were more like a married couple than anything else. They shared a love like no other and were rarely apart…most of the time, anyways. Tonight Nick sat quite a ways away from his beloved, sandwiched between the Shaggy Man of Oz and the rainbow fairy Polychrome. He was taking it in stride though, enjoying a lively conversation with his fellow guests. The Scarecrow was too far away to hear what they were talking about but he could tell by Nick’s smile that he was enjoying himself.

‘He always has the most beautiful smile.’ The Scarecrow thought to himself with a sigh.

“You and the Tin Woodman will only speak to each other and ignore the other guests if you’re too close together.” Ozma had said while they were planning the seating arrangements. “We have many important figures coming from across the land and they will want a chance to speak with you, the wisest man in Oz. We must make a good impression on them.”

She had been right, of course, the Scarecrow knew that. Though he didn’t like being away from Nick for too long, the Scarecrow agreed to the arrangement and promised to put his best foot forward at the banquet. He and Nick weren’t attached at the hip after all, they could be apart for a single dinner! But that was before he rode out to Munchkin Country to get restuffed, a journey that took many lonely days and nights without his dear Niccolo. And before he agreed to help Dorothy in greeting the party guests, which kept him from catching up with Nick. And before he saw how Nick had himself polished so brilliantly that the lights above gave his plating a distinct emerald tint.

‘He’s even wearing his crown.’ The Scarecrow thought. ‘He never wears his crown.’

The Tin Woodman practically sparkled in the brilliant lights of the Emerald Hall. Even Polychrome, with all her shimmering beauty, could not match the Tin Woodman’s radiance that evening! The Scarecrow simply couldn’t keep his eyes off him. Nick Chopper didn’t seem to notice this, however, as he was conversing with a nearby fairy prince. The prince, who had ebony dark curls and eyes that sparkled like sapphires, seemed to be telling Nick a story of some kind. He whispered something over to the Tin Woodman, who threw his head back and laughed gaily. A spike of jealousy twisted around inside of the Scarecrow.

‘What are they whispering about? Are they flirting? Nick is spoken for!’ The Scarecrow gripped at his sleeves as he mulled. ‘Who does that boy think he is, acting so coy? Does he think he’s something special just because he made Nick laugh? I make him laugh all the time! I should be the one next to him. I should be the one making him laugh. I should-’

A hand on his shoulder jolted the Scarecrow out of his thoughts. Everyone was standing now and toasting to Princess Ozma, who stood at the head of the table. The Scarecrow hastily rose to his feet and joined in the toast, raising his glass of lacasa above his head in Ozma’s honor. Santa Claus, the honored guest sitting at the far end of the table, launched into a speech congratulating the princess on turning a year older. As he spoke, the Scarecrow’s gaze once again wandered off to the Tin Woodman, only to find that Nick was looking at him too. If the Scarecrow had a heart it would’ve skipped a beat when their eyes met; he so loved Nick’s eyes. The Tin Woodman stifled a laugh, he couldn’t tell what the Scarecrow was thinking but he knew that lovestruck look on his face! Grinning deviously, he gave a sly wink to the Scarecrow, and that was about all the straw man could take. His knees went weak as did his elbows, and he ended up spilling his drink all over the Queen of Ixi! The dainty monarch gave a shriek as the cold liquid splashed all over her coiffed hair and trickled onto her nicest party dress. All eyes were on them now, the Scarecrow hastily apologizing while he and the Wizard grabbed some nearby napkins to try and wipe her down. The Tin Woodman stifled a laugh once more, not at Queen Zixi of course, at the Scarecrow. His sweetheart was just adorable! Thankfully the Queen was soon dried off and the toast to Ozma resumed once more. Santa Claus finished off his speech by requesting everyone to drink to the health of their beloved hostess, which they did readily!

The Scarecrow again looked over to the Tin Woodman, who had raised his glass to his lips but refrained from drinking, as he physically couldn’t. The Tin Woodman felt the Scarecrow’s gaze and looked over to see him wearing a rather grumpy expression. Rather than showing remorse, the Tin Woodman opted to blow a kiss, which once again disarmed the straw man. His frustrated glare melted into a twitterpated smile; he just couldn’t stay mad at Nick! The party guests retook their seats and conversation once again filled the great hall. The Scarecrow was far more talkative this time, as he was anxious to make up for his earlier blunder. Even so, the glimmering Tin Woodman would catch his eye several more times throughout the night, and would continue to do so until everyone had retreated to their rooms for the evening. The Scarecrow and Tin Woodman always had the same room in Ozma’s palace whenever they visited, one which they happily shared. Once the two of them had retired to their chambers, the Scarecrow had a chance to show his…appreciation of his beloved’s improved appearance.

But let’s give them a little privacy.

#the wizard of oz #the road to oz #the scarecrow #the tin man #tincrow #princess ozma #polychrome #dorothy gale #fanfiction #my writing

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neomujinjja · 8 months

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Sunghoon Ice Skater BF Headcannons

pairing: iceskater!sunghoon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, x reader headcannons

warnings: mentions of menstruation and medicine (we use the word bomb?)

you're a barista and sunghoon is a regular at the cafe you work at

the two of you slowly begin getting to know one another

he typically comes in with ice skates, so one day you ask:

you: "so what's up with the skates?

hoon: "oh, nothing really. i just ice skate for fun *shoulder shrug*”

this man is a silver medalist 😐😑😐

sunghoon slipped you a note asking you out, alongside his number and a winkie face

he takes you to a really nice dinner where the two of you talk all night

the employees literally have to tell you that they’re closing

he drops the bomb about his career a month and a half into your relationship

he's got a competition and would love for you to be there

you're instantly moving your schedule around

you show up to the competition with a sunghoon banner and a penguin plush

the awe you feel at his routine is like no other

it's so beautiful and he's so graceful!!

he wins gold for the first time (and you're there 😭)!!

you're screaming and cheering for him as loud as you can

you're the utmost proud

afterwards, you're running to congratulate him as soon as you see him

you barrel into his arms (and y'all spin just a bit)

hoon works out so he's got the both of you

giving him multiple little kisses on his cheeks

you tell him about how happy and proud you are on the way to his apartment

sunghoon’s roommates (jay and jake) are at work so it's just the two of you

you make his favorite meal for dinner as celebration

you become his biggest fan, praising him for every successful move and trick landed

you're also on standby to take care of him

whether that be in the form of coffee, cuddles, or basic aid

you learn the figure skating world and jargon to better understand what he does

as your relationship furthers, he begins to incorporate some of your favorites song into his routines

sometimes he teaches you part of them 🥰

he is so romantic it drives you crazy

bad day? he takes you out for dinner

started menstruating? he leaves chocolate, medicine, and flowers on your bedside table

and you absolutely love it and wouldn’t have it any other way

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box-of-chaooos · 8 months

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I can’t remember who gave me this prompt but thank you tysm!!

Stuck on the bus and this caught my eye so let’s go

Any adaption but I’ll be writing in the 1986 ver

The emerald city, a sparkling palace of peace and wonder that sat in the centre of oz, ruled by the kind and wise king who was recently crowned, king scarecrow. The straw man was a wonderful king and made all the people happy as could be but he was bored. Bored out of his new mind it wasn’t as fun as he’d imagined it to be it was much slower, much much slower. Nothing new ever happened no excitement no action, sure it wasn’t a terrible thing it made the working system smooth and well oiled but dull as could be.

At the moment the king was going through old possessions of the wizard, left behind trinkets and inventions piled up in the other room, there was bound to be something interesting there. He searched through many chests finding boxes some empty some filled with little bits and bobs, one had a little wooden horse to make inside. He found puzzle boxes and sparkling jewellery some of which he put on just for the fun of it, admiring himself in the mirror with a giggle but nothing was very attention keeping or eye catching. He needed a book, a nice big interesting book to read with action and drama something adventurous to make him new brain fizzle with pictures and imaginary scenes of the book turning words into pictures. He settled on the idea and had a look through more chests. The wizard had so many books old ones new ones even ones in a different language but they where all more instruction like than story books. He shouldn’t have been surprised the wizard would’ve needed something to help build his inventions but he’d had hope there would be at least some sort of story book. He sighed and sat ontop of a crate glumly putting his head in his hands. He had so much energy to spare and so little time to use it. He shifted uncomfortably something was under him and it wasn’t nice. He stood up turning around to see what was under him. A book. A deep green cover dusty and old with worn edges and a beautiful picture on the front of a princess and a frog. Intrigued by the illustration scarecrow picked it up and dusted it of slightly. The picture was a little bit faded but the colours just seemed to catch his attention. He wasted no time running back to the throne room and sitting down in his velvet throne eager to read this precious jewel he’d found.

Time ticked by and scarecrow was absorbed into the book, slumped lazily with his legs over the thrones arms swinging them back and forth subconsciously as he read the book. It was fascinating a witch, a princess and a prince turned into a frog by a magic spell, there was small pictures here and there which made scarecrows eye shimmer. He was almost finished with the book, it wasn’t lengthy but wasn’t short either. Eyes glued to the book they scanned along the lines of words he began to mutter to himself. “And the princess leaned in, kissing the frog turning him back into the handsome prince he was before” he read, but something made him itch with curiosity. What was kissing? He flipped the page and saw an image of the princess and the frog with their lips touching gently. Was that was a kiss was than? Gently pressing lips to another as a show of love? He was amazed and an idea sparked in his brain. The tin man, perhaps tin man would know after all he was a human once and with a partner at that. He giggled a common occurrence when he was excited or happy and got up the book was tossed aside for now. Since becoming ruler he and the tin man and lion had all found shortcuts to each other’s domains which cut the time practically in half. He grabbed his hat and put the crown on the throne heading down the steps and out the dark room all together.

Winkie country a land once desolate and filled with worry was now filled with life, winkies where free to work and where happy as could be especially with their new ruler leading them. Tin man was having a ball really, he was polished as he needed making his tin shine like diamonds in the light, he was able to forge weapons for the winkies, gardening tools so they could grow crops and plant beds of pretty poppies around the land. The winkies country had never been better. At the moment tin man was in the old witches castle that sat on a little ledge, he was potting up some lovely purple flowers he’d received from a winkie lady as a thank you for restoring their land. Purple, a colour that showed royalty and power but also a colour that reminded him of his dearest friend, the scarecrow. Scarecrows eyes, his beautiful violet eyes, even just paint so filled with life and a passion for living it. It made tin man swoon any time the straw man looked to him with those eyes with that wide smile his new heart would skip a beat he swore he could hear his tin drumming as it hit the metal so hard. His heart was fluttering just at the thought of scarecrow. Soft glove hands, the smell of fresh straw, his voice his laugh his plush body he looked so huggable and warm. “Tin man?” Someone called. He just wanted to hold scarecrow closely. “Tin man?” To love him with all his heart and tell him that. “Tin man!” He jumped startled by the voice. He looked over and saw those exact amethyst eyes glistening at him.

“Scarecrow!” Tin man chuckled happily standing up. “It’s good to see you” he said shaking hands with him. They hadn’t seen each other for a while since they where now kings. “How’s everything in the emerald city?” He asked starting up conversation. “Oh slow but it’s wonderful really, everyone’s very kind and friendly” scarecrow replied. “That’s wonderful” tin man smiled but noticed that his straw friend seemed to be a little fidgety like there was something he wanted to say or ask but wasn’t sure. “Tin man,” he began softly “do you know.. what kissing is?” He asked. Tinman felt his heart skip again, did scarecrow want to kiss him? “I, yes I know what it is… why?” He was getting nervous with anticipation. “Well I was reading this book about a princess and a frog.. and they kissed and I was just wondering…” he shuffled about a little putting his head down. “how does it work?…”

If y’all want a continuation I may have somethin for ya! Keep an eye out hehe I’m back into oz again.

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