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Summertime Blues - Campbell Bain
This might be a bit of a major stretch, but I was listening to Eddie Cochran's Summertime Blues and it got me thinking about it and Campbell Bain.
It's kind of the first song we (well, I, anyway), associate with Campbell. He is singing it after Eddie's first show; the show that he listens to, and then decides he wants to be a DJ.
Summertime Blues itself seems to have a pretty clear story to it: the singer is a teenager who is forced to work over the summer. His parents insist that he needs to make money - but he doesn't want to. He is frustrated that his boss is constantly making him work late, meaning that he can't see his girlfriend. He attempts to lie to get out of work, but his parents catch him out and don't let him use their car.
He decides to take his struggles to a congressman, but this congressman quickly brushes him off because he is not old enough to vote (therefore, he doesn't really matter to the congressman).
The song ends with no real resolution, per se. There is no cure for the summertime blues - he simply has to work, has to make money, and can't mess around and go on dates like he wants to.
But --- maybe I'm just drowning in brainrot --- doesn't it kinda fit Campbell?
Campbell finds out that he is going to be discharged from St. Judes. He excitedly begins to list the things he wants to do - like losing his virginity, for example. Yet, his dad quickly shuts him down, telling him that he needs to finish school and think about getting a job.
He wants to mess around and go on dates and not really get too invested in the future or money or that kind of thing. He wants to live on impulse, doing what he thinks is fun and following his next fun dream (this time being a DJ -- we learn that he has a pattern of having different, ambitious dreams and fully devoting himself to them, before just sort of moving onto the next thing).
His dad wants him to, essentially, grow up. His dad wants him to knuckle down and learn his responsibilities and think about getting a good job and results. In the play, Campbell is compared to his much more successful siblings, who have jobs and are dedicated to them.
His dad won't let him take the car out, unless he goes to work.
And Campbell's response to this is to have a dramatic reaction and pretend that he's not well enough to leave the hospital, because he just doesn't want to. He wants to stay and do the station. He wants to follow his dreams and be happy - not have a job he doesn't like, and live only to make money.
Deciding to reach out to a politician over a not very urgent, domestic matter is a very Campbell thing to do. He (in the play), thinks he's funny, so he goes to the BBC and tells them he's the best comedian in Britian. He then probably refuses to leave, and the police are called. That whole part of the song - about bringing the matter to the United Nations - is just very Campbell.
And, still on that part - the politician dismisses him because he is too young. He does not take him seriously because he's too young to vote; he can't benefit the politician, so the politician doesn't care to help with his issue. Obviously there's nothing the politician could even do about it, but it's an interesting thing for the congressman to say.
Campbell's dad dismisses his desires because he sees them as "loony ideas". In the play, Campbell says he thought his dad would be proud of the radio show, but that he just thinks he's manic and being a loony. He dismisses his issues quickly, not seeing Campbell's opinions or ideas as overly important, because he's not "well". This part is admittedly a lot of a stretch, but I dunno, I think it's interesting.
Finally - Summertime Blues. Blues, in this context, means sadness. We don't really get to see the "depressive" side of Campbell, apart from for a few short moments when his dad is visiting (when he shuts down and stares into space a bit) - but he definitely has one. He has periods of what one might call "feeling blue", or "blues".
There is no cure for the Summertime Blues - the blues brought on by both his disorder and his dad not understanding it, and pushing him to go to school and "get well".
This is the song that Campbell hears and then decides he wants to be a DJ. He decides, after this first show, that he wants his own show. This song, out of them all, must've stuck with him even a little bit - as he's singing it before Eddie comes in, and also attempting to play it on his guitar.
I'm not saying this song was definitely an intentional choice for our first proper introduction to Campbell (outside of the part where its framed like he's a nurse, rather than a patient), but it certainly works as a meaningful one, and somehow tells us a lot about Campbell (if you're mental and stretch it to make sense, like I am / do).
Just fun to think about !!
#campbell bain#meta#takin over the asylum meta#tota#takin over the asylum#takin' over the asylum#taking over the asylum#campbell takin over the asylum#david tennant
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🌑Creepypastas Personalities and things they do in my eyes🌑
🫀 Eyeless Jack is very stoic, not showing much emotion ever. If he has to, for example if he helps to calm down Sally he’ll show concern. But outside of the mansion he never shows emotion. He’s kind when he wants to be, and isn’t completely heartless. If a pasta that he particularly likes is sick than he’ll go out of his way to check on them and grabbing something they need and once his sees that they’re okay he’s gone. If one of the proxies gets hurt in the field? He’s actually throwing a fit that they should be more careful. He’s one of those types of people where he gets mad when someone’s hurt because he couldn’t stop them from it, but he’ll never admit it.
🌲 Slenderman I see as a father figure for everyone. He’s is like a single dad. With the help of two out of his 3 brothers (offenderman is seen as a disgrace to his family’s name and unfit to be around children, especially Sally) He lets the kids (the grown adults that most of them are) rant if they want and tries to have fun with them. He understands that almost all of them didn’t have good childhoods and he feels bad. That’s why he keeps taking them in, having them promise to work for him. Once they say yes, he takes them in and the mansion grows another room (or tombs as I like to call them)
🎮 Ben is pretty nice. Sure, he’s snarky sometimes but he’s a kid. What do you expect? Plus he stays in his room most of the time or he’s hanging out with Jeff. He sees some of the other proxies as his siblings, but he’ll never admit it. Never in a billion years. He’d rather go swimming. Slender does have to trick him into showering because of how scared of water he is. Don’t ask me how bc I dunno. Personally, I would just spray him with a hose. But I digress
🧸 Sally is the average little girl, but she gets angry easily. I’m not sure where people got the notion that she wouldn’t be an angry restless spirit but that’s their opinion and it’s valid too. I feel like she’s usually nice and kind like everyone says but if she sees offenderman or anyone she deems a threat she can and will throw one of her “fits” where she makes the house rumble and she throws things towards the threat. She’s done it because she saw a spider.
🔪 Jeff is an ass. Period. But he does see the creepypastas as some sort of family. He’ll never admit it either. He makes fun of everyone because that’s how he shows affection. The only person who recognizes that is liu, his brother, who says nothing. Slender tries his best to just leave the kid alone, if he’s behind honest he’s kinda worried about him, but he says nothing. Jeff also is really smart he just never uses his brain so no one knows that.
🐍 liu is shy and quiet. Doesn’t really like talking to many of the proxies so he just keeps to himself. He only ever talks to slenderman and masky really. Sometimes he’ll have a chat with his brother, but he and his brother don’t have a very good relationship. He’s very cuddly when he wants to be and only when he wants to be. He loves a good book. Usually true crime books or something with a good plot. He doesn’t like romance novels because it reminds him too much of who he lost. He tries to be as optimistic as possible, but sometimes it’s hard for him.
🍬 LJ is giddy and goofy, always cracking weird jokes. He has learned over time what everyone’s sense of humor is so he’ll make jokes based off of that. Have dark humor? Dark jokes. Have dad humor? He’ll crack a good dad joke. Deep down he likes making people laugh still, he just doesn’t wanna be laughed at. He’s the one who hangs out with Sally the most when slenderman isn’t around because 1. He has the same childlike wonder and 2. Slenderman thinks he’s funny enough to keep that little ball of energy occupied long enough to not run off into the woods and find some poor hiker and scare the soul outta them.
🪓 Toby is kinda a mix of quiet and a fuck. He likes being nice to some people when he wants and then he’ll be a dick to others. I have a headcanon that he has BPD so that’s why he constantly switches between being nice and acting like you murdered his cat in cold blood. Usually he’s pretty nice and knows how to control it most of the time but it gets the better of him. He is also very good friends with Ben and Jeff, being nicer to Ben and meaner to Jeff. I don’t think he’d hang out with Masky and hoodie too often, but that’s just my opinion.
🚬 Masky’s just plain “I don’t want to talk to you leave me alone.” Never has liked talking never will like it. He has exceptions for certain people like Hoodie and Slenderman. Sometimes he’ll talk to liu because he’s actually one of the more chill proxies and leaves people alone unless they want to talk to him. You could also probably find him smoking outside or sitting outside Slenderman’s office because he feels important when he’s near him.
🍁 Hoodie is the opposite of Masky. Wanna talk? He’s so down. Loves talking about everything and anything. If there’s a mission, though? He stays quiet. Doesn’t talk. He’s laser focused. it’s like he has 2 different personalities.
⚕️ nurse Ann seems like the type that likes taking care of people. She is a nurse after all. She just doesn’t like men very much, considering what happened to her. She trusts most of the proxy boys not to do anything, but if they do then she doesn’t let them near her again. She gives off lesbian vibes and I kinda headcanon that she is dating or best friends with Jane. After missions she’ll patch up the people that need it and I think she’d have her own little infirmary tucked in the corner of the mansion with everything she could possibly need.
🖤 Nina is the perfect example of an extrovert. She’s so hyped up and excited that she gives Sally a run for her money. Contrary to popular belief I think she’d be pretty good friends with Jane. They both got their heart broken by Jeff but Nina continues to try and get him to love her. She likes baking and playing games with all the proxies. Sure she’s seen as annoying but she’s really one of the only extroverted people in the manor.
🕷️ Jane is quiet and kind. She likes to help where she can. I see her as religious to some extent? Not a woman of god per say but a different religion. I feel like she would be pagan and have an altar of some sort to some kind of deity. She is usually in the library reading some sort of book or bringing a book from there to the infirmary to read to Ann.
A/N: this took me a few hours to write because I had to think and plan the ones I wanted to do. Likes and reposts are highly appreciated!
#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta headcanon#jane the killer#nina the killer#jeff the killer#eyeless jack headcanon#ticci toby#nurse ann#hoodie marble hornets#mh masky#homicidal liu#sally creepypasta#laughing jack#ben drowned#slenderman
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waiting for forgiveness (part 2) - a Steve Harrington imagine
summary: this is part 2 to the imagine I posted called waiting for forgiveness (read here). premise was that steve and reader were falling for each other, but steve ended up making the mistake of kissing someone else at a party. Part 2 is all about them rekindling after a long period of consideration from the reader... hope you enjoy!! @eddiesguitarskills @queenanababy (tagging as requested! ♡)
warnings: some swearing
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Two weeks have slowly dragged by you since that awful Monday when you found out about Steve’s kiss at the party. For the remainder of that day, you felt numb, your body would start into a series of fits and shakes when you got home from school. The initial adrenaline had worn off and you had spent your evening trying to calm yourself down, breathing deeply, having a warm bath and reading. Although, reading was pointless as you couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the conversation you’d had hours earlier with Steve.
The day after you found out, you had the conversation with Dustin. It was a cold, wet, miserable day for it almost being summer. You sat and watched the raindrops lick the windows of the library as they beat down, the dark clouds rolling over and blocking out any sunlight that was trying to peak through. You could hardly look at Steve that day, and Dustin knew straight away something had happened. You both went off to the library instead of going to your first period, you had to tell him.
“What a fucking loser.” Was all Dustin could say after you told him everything, you took a deep breath in as you felt you hardly stopped for breath as you were spilling everything that was said.
You couldn’t help but snort lightly at his comment, a small smile crept over your lips.
His face turned to morph into a shape of concern and sadness, he really felt for you. “So... what’re you gonna do?” His voice was quiet, possibly regretting asking the question, but he wanted to know. He was really rooting for the two of you.
Your shoulders sagged upwards for a while, the tension between your shoulders and neck becoming slightly painful so you let them fall back down. “I dunno Dustin.” You looked him in the eyes, his were willing you to go on. “I know how I feel about him. Stupidly, it hasn’t changed how I feel deep down. I’m so pissed off at him Dustin, so fucking pissed off.” You could feel yourself becoming more infuriated the longer you thought about it. “But I can’t help how I feel about him.”
He nodded understandingly and you were so grateful for him. That he listened. Without trying to defend Steve. He heard you, and you will forever be grateful to him for the gesture.
Now, two weeks on, you all sit round the cafeteria table. It’s a Friday lunchtime and the group is buzzing with shrills of excitement about the upcoming weekend. Everyone has resumed business as usual, apart from you and Steve, obviously. You’ve both managed to keep a positive front for everyone so nobody gets too suspicious. You’ve avoided group plans like the plague and the excuses for dipping out of group plans have been believable, however it is unlike you to skip so much time with everyone. Dustin has been piggy in the middle, but respectably, trying to encourage you to come out and spend time with everyone but also understanding your reasoning for not wanting to.
You and Steve still steal glances at each other, make fleeting comments and pleasant, small-talk conversation, but nothing like normal. Your stomach still clenches the way it always does when you see him, your cheeks flushing pink as he smiles warmly at you from across the corridor. You can’t keep this up, you think to yourself as you spoon a mouthful of pudding into your mouth. You need to talk, but you almost feel like you shouldn’t be the one to pull him for a conversation. Really, if you’re being honest with yourself, you haven’t got a fucking clue what to do. You’ve never been in this situation before and you’re almost just riding the wave that it is...
“...(y/n)?..” You’re broken out of your thoughts by El’s voice calling you from the opposite side of the table. Whilst you’ve been having an internal debate with yourself and turning your pudding to mush on your plate, El has been trying to get your attention.
You snap your gaze to meet hers and she tilts her head ever so slightly so that you notice the flick of concern that flashes across her eyes, unnoticeable to anyone else. She smiles warmly at you, “Are you gonna take a break from studying tonight to come to the arcade? We’re gonna meet at seven.” She’s sat with her arm looped through Mike’s.
Your eyes flit down to their entwined hands sitting on top of the table and then move up to Steve’s, whose eyes are trained on your own. You smile at him and then move back to El. “Sure.” You agree, already feeling a mixture of nervous, yet excitable, energy forming in your body. “I’d love to.” You say, however that last part you direct to Steve, who has now turned away from you and is back into small talk with Dustin.
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Seven o’clock rolls around fast. All you’ve been able to think about all day is later this evening, the arcade. It’ll be noisy, everyone will be there, it’s probably not going to be the most ideal situation to try and steal Steve for a while. But, even if you don’t tonight, it’s a step in the right direction for you both. Feeling normal again, out with the whole group.
He’s missed you being around. He’s not used to just seeing you at school. You’ve either been getting the bus to school or had a lift in from your mom. Some days, he’d only see you during lunch as you didn’t have many classes together. He’d go home and stare at the phone for a while some nights, willing it to ring or having to occupy himself with another activity so he doesn’t call you. So, he feels nervous as he pulls into the arcade car park. He can see the guys hanging around at the front, obviously waiting for everyone to get there before going in and deciding who’s battling who on Pacman first. He can’t, however, see you anywhere. He checks his watch, it’s only just before seven so you may still be on your way. Before he can give it anymore thought he’s stepping out and away from the car and wandering over to where Dustin is stood with everyone else.
“Hey guys.” He starts, “No (y/n)?” He asks, mainly to Dustin as he figures if anyone were to know where you were, it’d be Dustin.
“She’s coming.” Dustin gives Steve a wink and smirks widely at him, leaving Steve to roll his eyes and hope none of the others saw his gesture.
The group make their way into the arcade, and you soon arrive after getting a lift in with your mom.
“You seem nervous, sweetie.” Your mom comments as she pulls up outside whilst you remove your seatbelt. It hits the door with a soft clunk. She tucks a loose piece of hair behind your ear and rests her hand on your cheek. You lean into her gentle touch and smile, closing your eyes quickly. “You’ll be fine. Just go and enjoy yourself. You never know, maybe Steve can bring you home.”
You’re up and out of the car with flushed cheeks before your mom can finish the sentence with you in the car, she’s left laughing as you wave to her and blow her a kiss. You give your head a small shake and then turn towards the arcade, spotting a few of the guys on one of the machines close to the door.
Making your way inside, the smell of floor cleaner, candy and air con hits you hard, literally feeling like a pungent punch in the nostrils which make them flare ever so slightly at the inhumane mixture of smells. But, you love it all the same. The noise is also on another level, your ears ring within seconds of stepping in and your head snaps in all different directions as you react to the different sounds coming from different machines.
“Hey, guys!” You say, trying to sound extra cheery as you approach Max, Dustin and El.
The three of them turn to you and Dustin gives you a pat on the arm. “Hey! Nice to see you, I’m up next, with you. I said I’d wait and have the first go with you.” He nods towards the game machine and it’s one you haven’t tried before.
“Oh, awesome buddy. Thanks.” You’re aware you still have your hands in your jacket pocket and remove them, trying to make your body language seem less ‘I’m so nervous’ and more ‘I’m super excited to be here’.
The pair of you have a go together and laugh all the way through, neither of you taking it too seriously. Max and El have sloped off elsewhere to find the others, leaving just you and Dustin. “Is he here?” You ask when you’re sure the pair have left.
Dustin laughs through his nose and leans back against the machine, crossing his arms. “Funny, he asked the exact same thing when we arrived.” He has a smug look painted across his face and he raises his eyebrows. The fact he’d asked after you makes your heart leap in your chest.
Suddenly, you catch sight of him as he’s making his way across the arcade towards you both. Dustin has started to look at the neon sign advertising something by the ticket booth so is slightly distracted. You don’t know where to place yourself, where shall I put my hands? You’re thinking all sorts, and not just be natural. Just be yourself.
“Hey, guys.” Steve starts as he reaches you both.
“Hey, Steve.” Your reply is short and unlike you. There is no physical contact, as has been the case for the last few weeks. Also, unlike you.
Dustin swivels back around as he’s heard Steve’s arrival. He has the same smug, concentrated look on his face. Not one that’s annoying, just one that knows there’s two people in front of him who are head over heels for each other, just unsure on how to move on from a monumental fuck up. “Gonna go get me some tickets.” Dustin says, pointing his fingers in the direction of the booth, leaving the pair of you alone now to be surrounded by all the noise and bright lights in the vicinity.
Steve clears his throat quickly, almost like he’s got it all planned. “I was wondering if-” He stops as a group of smaller children cut between you, running straight in from the entrance. He widens his eyes, creaks his neck and then starts again, trying to move past the interruption. “I was wondering if you wanted to go and have a look at that movie?” He has his hands in his jean pockets and he’s gently swaying back and forth, onto the balls of his feet then his heels. As he reads the confusion on your face, he clarifies. “The movie I was talking about that I rented, a couple weeks back.” His cheeks crimson over as he realises you might have wiped that conversation from your memory.
Ah... the penny drops. Steve mentioned a movie, that he thought would be to your liking, in the car the morning you found out about everything, but you never got round to finding out anything about it. Quite frankly, you’d forgotten.
“It’s still in the video store. I saw it when I was there last night, covering Robin. Again.” He half laughs as he adds on his little dig to Robin.
You nod slowly, relieved that he made the first move. And so early, too. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go.” You nod towards the door and start walking off in front of him, but only slightly, so that he has to do a little quick step to catch up with you.
Outside, you both walk side by side now, the pace much slower. You’re so thankful that the noise is no longer so overwhelming, and you can listen to the slow murmur of cars passing by. The pair of you walk, just around the corner, to the video store in a comfortable silence. One of the reasons you know you’re so comfortable with Steve is that you often indulge in these silences together, and neither ever find it awkward.
You enter the store, and he shows you the tape, making small talk discussing the plot and characters, how an actor he hates got the lead role, but he still managed to enjoy the film. You take the tape to the desk and rent it out for a week, thinking that gives you plenty of time to pluck up the courage to ask him to come over and watch it with you, since he enjoyed it so much.
As the tape hangs at your side in the plastic bag, you both take a much slower walk back to the arcade. However, Steve changes the pace significantly by basically taking the most miniscule steps you have ever seen. You’re almost finding it difficult to walk so slow.
“How’ve you been?” He asks, tentatively. It’s the worst question to possibly ask, but it’s all he can muster up asking at this moment in time.
“Okay, sort of. I guess.”
He laughs, “That’s not so convincing, (y/n).”
You smile down at your shoes as you take another tiny step. “No, I know. Honestly though, it’s given me a lot of time to think.”
Oh no, he thinks. It’s never good when a girl says this to you, it means one thing to Steve: rejection. “Oh yeah?” He probes, his stomach erupting nervously he worries he might puke.
You nod, and bring your eyes up to meet his, as you know he’ll be searching your features for a giveaway into how you really feel. “I really do appreciate you giving me space.” You start, and his face falls slightly, you can tell he’s preparing himself for bad news. And the news you have for him isn’t bad news at all, but you don’t want him to think it’s all sunshine and rainbows now. “And, I have missed you.”
He softens immediately, his features soften, his posture softens, and he exhales ever so slightly, but enough that you can hear it. He can’t believe he’s hearing you say you missed him. He was expecting a ‘Fuck you, Steve Harrington, you’re dead to me.’
The pair of you continue walking as you let this settle into the conversation as the arcade roof looms into view. Neither of you particularly want to go back in, so as you meander closer to the arcade, he stops you by a small area of the car park that is close to the back. Close enough so that you can hear, through the walls, the whirring of machinery close on the opposite side, but out of view to anyone coming in and out of the arcade. “Can we talk?”
The sun is starting to lower itself over the horizon and the temperature is matching the descent of the sun. You pull your jacket around you, tighter, and you nod, stepping over to one side so Steve can come closer to you.
“I don’t think I ever really realised how much I was really falling for you.” He says, extremely quietly, it is almost a whisper. You pull at the inside of your lip with your teeth, waiting for a continuation, toying with the handle of the bag between your fingers. “Shit, not speaking to you, not spending time with you, hearing from Dustin how you cried down the phone to him, how you skipped some of your lessons and-” He cuts himself off, bringing himself to look at you, he wants to look you in the eyes, he wants you to hear him, he wants you to see how truly sorry he is. “And I am so sorry, (y/n). If that’s put a huge barrier between us now, I understand. I do. But I want you to know that I have never regretted anything so much in my life.” He speaks slowly, his words filled with true, genuine guilt and remorse. You dip your head and without warning a tear falls and hits the fabric of your jumper. Shit, you think, hoping he hasn’t seen.
“I want us to work on this.” He follows on softly, he has seen the tear, but he’s not bringing it to attention.
“I know.” Your voice is unsteady, wobbling with sadness as it sits deep in the base of your throat. Your vulnerability pooling out, and with that more tears come. Raw sobs wrench their way through your body now, silently, and you place your hand over your eyes. Your shoulders heave up and down as you continue to let out two weeks of pure emotions, which Steve feels in all their intensity. You’re trying your very best to get this outburst over with quietly, as Steve awkwardly stands there letting you do so, but when a sob fails to pass faintly and comes out as a choked cry, he feels he’s had enough of watching you break your heart.
“Hey...” He says as soothingly as he can and takes you into his arms. He wraps them around your shoulders, locking his hands together at the top of your back, letting your head fit in gently between his jaw and shoulder, nestling you in. He rests his chin on top of your head and moves one of his hands to the back of your neck, moving his fingers along the nape of your neck slowly, doing his best to soothe the shakes that are still plaguing your body. After a few moments, you place the bag down against the wall and bring your arms up from by your side to wrap them around him, keeping your eyes closed but breathing in his smell. The smell you find so comforting, the one you have missed so much. “I never want you to feel like this again.” He whispers into your hair. “I hate that I’ve done this to you.” His voice is now plagued with the same vulnerability as your own was just moments before. All you do is squeeze him tighter, not wanting to let go.
Eventually, you bring one hand from around his back and wipe the bottoms of your eyes, dabbing your cheeks. Then, you pull away and look up to him. His own eyes pooled with tears that are yet to fall, his nose is red and his cheek looks warm from where he’s been resting it on your head. Without really thinking, you place a hand on his cheek and glide your thumb along underneath his eye softly. Just like your mom does.
“I want to work on us too, Steve. I really do. I just felt so angry.”
“I know.” He replies, bringing his hand up to meet your own. Smoothly, you remove your hand and take a step back from him, leaning back against the wall. He stands in front of you, placing his now empty hands into his jacket pocket and shrugging lightly. “You have every right to be angry at me. I was expecting you to say you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”
You laugh slightly, “Well, I did consider that.” You laugh again but he doesn’t reciprocate it, instead his face falls, a shadow flickering over his pupils to say that he had dreaded that outcome for the past two weeks. “We’re okay, Steve. I’ve had my time to be angry and upset, but it was a mistake. A stupid mistake, I don’t need to stay mad at you any longer.”
In this moment, his love for you blossoms into something stronger than he ever thought possible. He can’t wait to show you his love for you, make you feel his love for you and adventure through it with you. It’s something he should have been doing for a long time now, and he regrets that he has left it so late. But now, he hopes that you can both move along the right path.
He moves a step closer to you, keeping you against the wall. He swipes a piece of hair and tucks it against your neck, your cheeks flushing at the soft touch of his fingertips as they glide across your neck. It feels as though someone’s knocked the wind out of you and you have to remind yourself to breathe. You’re intently admiring each other, and the heat grows within you as you bask in the closeness. His eyes travel all over your features, down to your lips, back to your eyes, slowly down to your lips again where they rest for a short while.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.” He smiles, gently bringing his thumb to your bottom lip and tenderly applying a small amount of pressure so your lips part slightly. Your heart quickens and you worry he will be able to hear it being so close, as ridiculous as you know that is. If his fingers hover back over your neck, you are sure he will be able to feel your pulse radiating through your skin. “But I want to wait.”
You nod considerately, even though your body is screaming at you to retaliate. You swallow hard and ensure to keep eye contact locked with him now that his eyes have travelled back up to your own. “What if I don’t want to?” Your voice is small, you’re shocked that even came out your mouth. His thumb still sits below your lip, and he gradually brings his lips down to meet with your own. He kisses you softly, your lips moving together at a slow, but delightful, pace. Everything is laced with lust and longing, the way your lips hold each other before reconnecting is what you had been missing, he continues the kiss by re-joining your lips together after a discrete parting. When you pull away, his face is still lingering close to your own, and he plants a quick, delicate kiss on your lips before fully stepping back.
“We will make that do for now.” He places his hand back in his jacket pocket but extends his elbow out, inviting you to link your arm through his. You’re sure your cheeks will be burning hot; you can feel the heat spreading across them and you dread to think of the colour on display on your cheeks.
“Now can I whoop your ass at Dragon’s Lair?” He quizzes you as you both start to meander back towards the arcade door, the illuminous signs and impending overwhelming noise dissipates the air of sexual tension that hung between the pair of you just moments before.
You exhale through your nose, laughing. “If you wanna be back in the doghouse, sure.”
He pulls you closer to his side by bringing his arm further into his jacket as you enter back into the arcade, seeing Dustin over the other side. His face lighting up as he sees the pair of you enter, his face awash with utter happiness at the sight, finally seeing the pair of you with a genuine smile on your faces again. Steve knows he still has work to put in with you, he knows you’re going to be wary, but he’s adamant that he’s going to show you just how much you mean to him.
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hii i have three requests, but totally up to you if you wanna tweak them or something. they're all steve harrington x fem!reader, sfw, angst with hea. thank youu <33
1. reader receives gifts or poems or little trinkets with the sender giving hints about his identity and feelings. the thing is, they're from steve - who is reader's best friend. she asks for his help to find out who this mystery sender is and he agrees. but what if there's like a mistaken identity and she thinks they're from billy (and like who isn't attracted to bad guys and stuff) and steve just goes all pouty (loljk i dunno but something along those lines)
2. king steve era where he makes reader fall in love with him as a dare and she finds out about it breaking her trust and all that. but like i also kinda want it to happen when steve knows about the upside down already and reader will be in danger (near death for more angst haha)
3. reader confesses to steve, but he says he doesn't like her. then reader's all 'okay fine, i'm gonna move on' and when she actually does that, steve is 🥺
moving along
summary | after pining after steve for years, and finally getting the courage, steve doesn't reciprocate your feelings
pairing | steve harrington x fem!reader (one-sided), ??? x fem!reader
warning | i did choose the 3rd one, each were amazing but i just love the third one, angst, fluff ending (for reader), king!steve era, bully!steve, mean!steve
word count | 1.3k
It had to be freshman year of high school when you really saw Steve. Though having known him since elementary school, neither of you were close. It wasn’t until you had trouble opening your locker on the first day of school when your locker neighbor, Steve offered to help you.
Not having any classes with him during freshman year, the two of you talked and catched up during passing periods when you were switching out books.
You liked that Steve, you grew to love that Steve.
But King Steve, hanging around Tommy and Carol, you didn’t like him.
“Excuse me.” Your voice was barely loud enough for Carol to hear. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head to you.
“What?” She spat.
It was now junior year, you and Steve were no longer friends anymore, your friendship had ended towards the end of the first semester of sophomore year, when he met Tommy and Carol and started to gain more popularity.
“You’re in front of my locker.” You sighed, it was a daily occurrence at this point. Usually Carol would come up with something to say to you but she just scooted closer to Tommy, turning back to the conversation.
Turning to look at the group, you saw for a split second Steve’s eyes on you before he quickly casted them back to Tommy.
Being as quick as you could you just grabbed your stuff, and walked into math.
Walking into your usual seat, you smiled over at Nancy, the two of you good friends. “Did you hear about the Winter Formal?”
“I did.” Nancy nodded, “My mom wants to take me dress shopping this weekend.”
“Going with anyone?” You asked. You hoped that this would be the perfect time for you to ask Steve to dance with you, and finally confess your feelings for him.
“No, no one has asked me and I am not going to ask anyone.” Nancy shrugged, “It doesn’t matter to me.”
You wished you had the carefree attitude she had about it, you were stressed out, worried about everything. Would Steve say yes, would your dress fit, would you and Steve be a couple afterwards.
Coming home that afternoon, you made up the plan that you were going to ask Steve to Winter Formal the next day. Coming up with ideas in your head, you went to bed that night, dreaming of the two of you together.
Your outfit was more put together than usual, a nicer blouse and a maxi skirt, that covered your legs, tights covering your legs from the freezing weather in Hawkins. Wiping off the nonexistent dust of you, you saw Steve at his locker, alone for once.
Taking a deep breath, you made your way towards your own locker.
Hearing the clicks of your shoes, Steve turned to see you coming up to your own locker, looking down, taking in your outfit.
“Hi Steve.” You said sweetly, turning towards him.
“Hey.” He just nodded. The old Steve would have probably loved talking to you but this new Steve, he didn’t know what to think.
“So uh, winter formal is coming up.” You didn’t know why you were so nervous, you had pumped yourself up all last night and now you were stressing. “And I was wondering if-”
“Wait.” Steve interrupted you, your eyes now lowering to your feet. Feeling your heart starting to break, you already knew where it was going to end. “I think you’re great, but I’m planning to ask someone else.”
“Okay.” You swallowed, just nodding your head, “See you.”
Holding back your tears, you let out a shaky sigh, going into class. The rest of the day went by a blur, now walking out of school, making your way towards your car.
Opening up the driver's door, throwing your bag into the passenger seat, you rested your hands on the steering wheel.
Turning your keys, you heard the engine sputter, cursing under your breath. Turning off the car, you tried again, hearing the same sound.
“Are you kidding me!”
“Need a ride?”
Turning around, you saw your neighbor, Billy, leaning against his own car. Billy and his family had moved in towards the end of summer, you heard of his reputation and left him be.
“It’s fine.” You sighed, “I’ll just go to the office, call a tow truck.”
“Like hell.” He opened your passenger door, grabbing your bag and bringing it towards his car. You had no other choice now, locking up your car and following Billy.
The ride home was quiet, his music filling the silence.
“Thank you.” You whispered, playing with a string on your bag.
“It’s the neighborly thing.” He smirked, looking over at you. There was another beat of silence before he spoke again. “Saw you with Harrington this morning.”
“It was nothing.” You brushed it off. “I asked him to winter formal, he said no, that was it.”
Billy could tell there was more just by the sound of your voice but said nothing. Pulling into your driveway, you bid Billy a goodbye.
“Y/n!” You turned, seeing Billy calling out your name, “If it’s worth anything, Harrington doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
You just smiled, and walked inside.
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No one had ever asked you to winter formal and hearing through the grapevine, Steve had asked Nancy, who gladly said yes.
After some self reflection, you were over Steve, if he couldn’t see how you felt and ignored it, you didn’t need him.
Staring at your dress in your closet, you sat at the end of your bed just sighing. Your group of friends had invited you to go with them and all their dates and you couldn’t be the only one without a date.
The doorbell had brought you out of your daydream, blinking a few times before going down the stairs.
Opening the door, you were met with a sight. Billy stood on your porch, all dressed, slacks, button up and a jacket, his hair freshly done and a corsage in his hand.
“Billy.” You murmured, “You look handsome.”
“Thank you.” It was probably the first time you truly ever saw him smile. “Why aren’t you dressed?”
“I don’t know if I’m going.” You shrugged, letting him come inside, “Your date must be lucky.”
“Well, she isn’t dressed yet, and I’m here to persuade her into coming.” He smirked.
Catching his drift, your eyes widened in shock, “You want to go with me?”
“If you let me.” He said, “I know we haven’t been that close, but Harrington shouldn’t stop you from going.”
You just stayed silent, smiling softly, excusing yourself, running upstairs.
Getting dressed and doing your makeup in under thirty minutes, something that surprised you, you slid on your heels and made your way back downstairs.
“You look beautiful.” He said in awe, seeing you in your dress. Opening up the box that held your corsage, Billy nudged it towards your wrist.
Giving you his arm, Billy delicately tied the corsage around you, squeezing your hand before pulling away.
“You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
Walking into the gymnasium, one transformed into a winter wonderland, you looked around everywhere smiling softly. The dance had started less than an hour ago, the room starting to fill up.
You let Billy bring you to the dance floor, offering you his hand. Smiling, you accepted, letting him wrap his arms around your waist.
In your own worlds, neither of you noticed Steve looking towards your way. Steve had noticed you the minute you entered the room. And seeing Billy next to you, made him jealous.
After rejecting you, Steve had felt horrible and wanted to apologize but he had let Tommy get into his head saying that he needed someone better.
But that night, Steve came to realize, there wasn’t anyone better than you.
fin.
#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x reader#stranger things#king!steve harrington#king!steve harrington x reader#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove x fem!reader#billy hargrove x girlfriend!reader
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Okay so Pokémon Legends Z-A! What the fuck! Wow!
One big concern I want to get out of the way first: apparently the game is going to take place entirely within Lumiose City. And I mean, Lumiose is the biggest city in Pokémon, but what about the whole rest of Kalos? Also how will we encounter Pokémon? Surely they’re not all city-dwellers. I have to wonder if this was a miscommunication, but I guess we’ll see.
Anyway: YES!! Not only are we getting a new Legends game (PLA was immediately one of my favorite games in the series), but it’s set in the woefully under-utilized Kalos region! Kalos is a well of untapped potential, and this has the chance to be a very striking way to finally draw it out. They knew exactly what they were doing when they let that Z linger on-screen. AND, not only THAT, but the franchise is taking 24 off and saving this game for NEXT YEAR! Thank God, this is great news for GameFreak’s employees, and if Pokémon of all things sets this precedent it could have a HUGE impact on the industry.
As for why it’s “Z-A”…who knows? I’m sure at least part of it is the creators wanting to come up with a more unique name, which is fair. The hyphen makes it seem like a range covering the entire alphabet, which could signify something all-encompassing, and reversing it to go from end to beginning likely plays into the cycle of life and death represented by Xerneas and Yveltal (in this case, death must occur for new life to take its place, or something along those lines).
I’m glad (and amused) that they specifically showed Furfrou in the teaser, as it’s currently one of the last few Pokémon yet to be available in a mainline Switch game. After this, I believe it’s just Patrat/Watchog and the Elemental Monkeys? Maybe they’ll toss them all in to finish rounding things out.
Part of me does wonder if the prevalence of Unown in the Presents could be significant…but probably not. As the world’s biggest Unown fan I adored their sidequest in PLA, but Unown haven’t appeared in Kalos previously and it would make more sense to revisit Zygarde Cells for this sort of quest.
And Mega Evolution! Honestly it feels a bit weird to say it’s “back” when it’s remained prevalent in everything but the mainline games, but I’ll get over it, I’m still thrilled! Mega Evolutions in a Legends game! I have to imagine we’ll get some additional information on it; there’s a good chance the game will feature Kalos’s first discovery of Mega Evolution, too. On the chance of getting new Megas…I don’t want to get my hopes up, but it would make a lot of sense! Though I definitely still want new regional forms too. Maybe I’m being greedy. But speaking of forms, if the do give new forms to Xerneas and Yveltal, I hope they look better than Dialga and Palkia’s Origin Formes, those still bother me.
I’m personally hoping this one won’t be an isekai. PLA did end up utilizing it well enough, but I’d still prefer to stay as grounded in this particular time period as possible. Something about giving you a magic smartphone in ye olde past just feels…I dunno, patronizing? But since Arceus probably won’t be involved this time and I don’t see any of the XYZ trio opening time portals, I think there’s a good chance of avoiding the isekai angle. One related thing that brings to my attention is space-time distortions; they’d probably be a poor fit here on a thematic level, so I hope they’re able to come up with a good stand-in. Maybe Mega energy suddenly flares up in a region and affects the Pokémon? Will we encounter wild Megas? Wait, Alphas are still a thing, right…?
Come to think of it, how will the Pokédex be handled? I really liked the approach of creating the region’s first Dex; perhaps it could be an element of this “redevelopment” process? I hope so. Anyway I could list things I want to see for hours but I think this is sufficient to communicate what sort of headspace I’m in regarding this announcement. Hon hon hon baguette Prism Tower, everyone!
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have recently learned there's a bit more hate around trainwreckshipping than i was aware of so i guess i just wanted to talk about it a bit and give my two cents on the ship, how i see it and i guess my perspective on things. i've kind of always wanted to talk about it, but i just haven't been brave enough until now haha
(sorry, i am not super eloquent when it comes to writing things like this so my apologies)
((also throwing it under a cut because it may get long and might also include some slightly sad-ish things so i don't want to just throw that in everyone's face you know))
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i think i'll just preface things by saying i've always totally understood why trainwreckshipping has gotten so much flack since its inception. or hate, because maybe flack just isn't strong enough of a word. but i do understand. there were mischaracterizations of emmet by portraying him as violent to volo because it was assumed that volo was directly responsible for ingo's disappearance. i was guilty of it. suuuuuper guilty. and i can understand why that put the ship in such a position for many people. toxic, unhealthy, etc.
but... i think what i'm a bit confused on i guess is the fact that it's still viewed so much this way to this day. viewed as one of the worst ships because of how toxic it is. how unhealthy it is. all because it started that way in fanon only. but you know, from a canon standpoint, it has nothing. nothing at all. so really, this ship could be anything because it's based in fanon only. no canon interactions of emmet and volo exist yet. there is no official basis on how these characters would interact with each other. and yes, while there were misunderstandings of both characters early on, that certainly doesn't mean it's still that way today. that doesn't mean that people haven't studied and looked at these two characters a little closer to understand them better and to try and make them more realistic to their canon portrayals. to make more accurate depictions of these characters and how that fits in to a healthier perspective with them.
i dunno. it just kinda baffles me that with the variety of trainwreckshipping content out there now, some still call it toxic and unhealthy as if we're perpetually stuck in that time period of when it was. like it's not allowed to be anything but that ever just because it started that way.
and what makes me the saddest about it all is now seeing so many friends and people in the community of the ship start to get disheartened and discouraged from enjoying something they really actually enjoy because there's still such a bad stigma to the ship. personally for a long time i've just ignored that stigma because i try not to let that stuff drag me down. but i will admit that yes, it has made me more reluctant to post any art i do of it. i've definitely had my periods where i've questioned uploading my emmet/volo art, usually as wholesome as it is, because it does have such a dark cloud around it fandom wise. it's why i made my side blog, in fact. because i just didn't feel very comfortable uploading mostly emmet/volo art here to my main because so many people dislike it or outright hate it.
and in regards to the ship itself, i think i've always thought of it in a slightly different way than most. not so much enemies to lovers but rather through the lens of how volo might could change, be redeemed, see the how his actions in the past inadvertently affected others (and by that I mean his involvement in opening the rift... like yes, that could be what caused ingo to be sent to hisui, but we don't know that for sure... and even if that was the case, volo didn't do it specifically to target ingo. volo was only ever interested in trying to get to arceus and build a better world in his vision).
or how volo could look at emmet after getting to know him and potentially see the beauty and value of the current world through him. you know, seeing someone like emmet and admiring that he can still find a reason to smile and be kind despite all of the pain and suffering he must have gone through since ingo's disappearance. volo starting to see a different perspective than he did before (aka wanting to build a new world because the current one was too full of pain and suffering) because of emmet. i dunno. that's just me personally. because since actually looking more at volo's character and his dialogue in game i've been real interested in redemption paths for him. exploring those possibilities. i just enjoy exploring said possibilities mostly through the dynamic i have in my head for him and emmet because it's fun. it interests me. i see cool potential in it. i enjoy it a lot. and while i don't think i ever portray volo super accurately, or even emmet for that matter, i still think i've come a long way since first finishing pla and ever looking at emmet/volo interactions.
but regardless of all of that, that's the beauty of a ship of this nature. a ship that has absolutely no basis in canon. because it really can be anything you want it to be. it can be enemies to lovers, it can be more wholesome, it can be whatever. it's not locked into a specific dynamic because the characters have never officially met each other, let alone had a conversation. and even if that were the case... AUs are still a thing. :D
anyway that's pretty much all i had. just wanted to talk about it a bit because i've seen a recent uptick in people mentioning all of the hate and dislike for the ship etc and i dunno. i enjoy the ship a lot. it's just sad to see that there's still so much hate around it even though a lot of the content now is not like how it originally started. not from what i've seen, at least.
and while i don't expect anyone who hates it to ever warm up to it, i just wish it could be understood that the more toxic, unhealthy dynamic is not the basis of anymore. there are healthier portrayals of it now.
#trainwreckshipping#this did end up pretty long sorry sdklfj#and probably not the most eloquent way to end it off but it's ok#it's a little cathartic to talk about this i suppose#also pleaaaase forgive any mistakes i'm a bit tired and am not usually a writer at least not to this length hhh
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I've been thinking about the setting of my TUGS au, the prequel to casa tidmouth, and by extention I began thinking about the show TUGS itself.
it's kind of depressing to know that TUGS is most likely set during the years RIGHT before world war 2. I remember watching a TUGS iceberg video a long time ago, maybe last year-ish. after a series of callbacks and alludes to the little environmental details right at the end of the video, the creator said that the show is possibly not set during the 1920s, but the 1930s, nearing another war period, and that's why I've changed the era of what this AU is set in many months ago.
mitton and cardona claimed that the show is set during the "booming era" of the 1920s, but I can't help but think that maybe the 1920s isn't the most fitting era with how the tone of the show is.
the 1930s setting really does make sense though -- the atmosphere in TUGS is much more, I dunno how to exactly say it, gloomy? serious? it's still a mostly lighthearted kids show, but, to quote some things indirectly from the iceberg video; what's with the munitions? the flammable barges? johnny cuba? the constant mention of broken ships? characters dying right on the screen in such a macabre fashion? burke and blair's whole job? then my mind thought about the star tugs and z-stacks, their relationship and purpose and how it ties to the pre-ww2 feeling of the story.
the conflict between the star tugs and z-stacks isn't fueled by personal grudge against each other. I apologize for comparing TUGS to ttte, but in comparison to its sister series where the engines of sodor have personal banter against each other selfishly, still manage to fool around during their jobs, get into accidents due to their own hubris, and end the day where they learned their lesson, TUGS is much different. they're just there to work and carry through their contracts. they still banter with each other but they know their priorities. they are also driven by their conscience and rationale, not just some "oh he made fun of me so I'm not gonna help him out. I'm bigger and more important so I refuse to do this job and go back to my berth".
zorran dislikes the star tugs but knows that the contracts are much more important and he is willing to work with them if it means the job will be done. top hat, despite his personal distaste for anything smelly, QUICKLY changes his mind about lord stinker and works with him to save the goods engine. zebedee is a character more driven by his personal view on what's good or bad -- he helped the star tugs push princess alice back into place and showed concern when ten cents was pushing the oil barge to the sea, but there's a part of him that's definitely concerned for his own well being.
they have their personal opinions on both their teammates and their rival company's tugboats, but they know better than to let those feelings get in the way. not working means their presence as tugboats will be jeopardized.
these points, added to the very high possibility that TUGS is set during the late 1930s, creates another layer to the overall murkier feeling of the show. the characters know the times are dire. the characters know that they have contracts to go through. they know that something big is coming. they've went through world war 1! with how bluenose and the navy inserted their presence in bigg city port, there's also an idea that there's gotta be at least one character with a sense of foreboding amidst the business.
I also reckon they've grown some kind of fondness (???) for their rival company? it's like when there's a kid at school who keeps annoying you, but next day they're not there and you got a bit worried on where they might be. the two factions don't necessarily like each other, but their rival has formed a place in their normalcy that to get rid of them entirely is not going to do any good, really.
so yeah. that's all I have in mind right now.
#zin.txt#this is tugs#oh and to answer. the AU is gonna be set in around 1938#the stories aren't linear per se? probably like casa tidmouth where the story spans for the whole summer of 1999#especially there's regatta (summer) and bigg freeze (winter) like at least it'll take place a full year#oh boy. time to do some MORE history reading#also I just realized something#ten cents sunshine and zip are late teens in the late 1930s#and there's a war coming#uh. I'd rather not think too much about the implications.#fortezza bigg city
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im reading up on some weapon ascension materials as one does
and this one from liyue stood out to me
ya boi goes on another unplanned tangent
sweet we talking about adeptal arts
sweet we going deeper into the adeptal arts. can’t say i ever knew the names of these things. taking notes brb
humans said: gotta go my own way. math checks out
hm okay metaphors for—
wait
“a certain someone”
my immediate assumption is zhongli, right? u know mr rex lapis himself with an infallible memory. the man the myth the legend, mr morax sir
so ur telling me
mr man saw the creation of the world
i know he’s old but like Goddamn putting it into context like that Hell
i’m taking this to mean the creation of teyvat as we know it. the human realm. not the light realm aka the elemental realm aka the vishap realm
there’s a story somewhere in one of the books about the solar chariot that fell from the sky and created the chasm. i saw a theory one time about zhongli being a piece of that chariot. but the story itself phrases it as something like “when rex lapis was still young, the solar chariot fell” so i kinda shrugged that one off But technically he would still be young if he was apart of the chariot lmao
pretty sure the legend goes that the chariot was so saddened by the archon war that it plummeted so zhongli could have already been warring and shit. but we also know that the archon war was not a short period by any means. he happened to be a victor but that does not mean he had to have been there from the start
just dunno how that lines up with the creation of the chasm and the move of its people to chenyu vale and all that jazz
timelines are hard man
there’s also the theory that rex lapis is the sun god, which i personally buy into honestly lol
istg there was some book somewhere that alluded to zhongli having spent time in celestia prior to descending to teyvat. i could totally be making that shit up tho lol
anyway we know that fucker knows some shit. and he’s bound by a contract so he cannot divulge any information. whether it’s the contract w the tsaritsa or celestia itself idk i can’t remember if that was said somewhere
but it just puts things into perspective if he witnessed the creation of the human realm. all that shit about the descenders and the phanes and the shades and the divine nails and the moon sisters
man knows it all. probably. and can recall it like it just happened a minute ago. 6000+ years later
the idea that he’s the second descender is also one that has me intrigued. whether it’s true or not, the possibility is fun to play around with
writing this fic in zhongli’s pov is a challenge for sure lol my brain is wired to latch onto any information regarding him and how it could fit into the narrative. we know so much about him but also so little and the possibilities for him are endless
it’s a challenge but goddamn is it fun
#zhongli#genshin speculation#kinda#this is a ramble#a stream of consciousness#nothing profound here lol
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In Grief and In Mourning I
Yandere! Various X Reader
Part I
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Character Appearances Sheet
Word Count: 3,478
"So what do you think?"
Your eyes flitted from one dress to the other, fingers laced underneath your chin as you contemplated which would look the best on your person.
The black dress was fitting but didn't leave much room for movement - something which would greatly inconvenience you considering the fact that you were quite an active person. The blue dress was more free however the design didn't suit your preference as much as you would have liked.
"Dunno, they both have pros and cons." You shrugged your shoulders.
"You know, for someone who's given a lot of freedom, you sure aren't one to make decisions." Your companion rolled her eyes, jutting her hip out to the side in all of her sassy glory.
"What does that have anything to do with decision making?" You rose a brow, amused.
"I'm just saying, you're so lucky your dad is laid-back. Mine screams if I'm out for longer than 3 hours."
"You're twenty-three though."
"That's what I'm saying!"
You chuckled. Amrita had always been cooped up in a shell, her father never let her out of his sight. The overprotective type - because of this, she envied you.
You were the complete opposite of her, your father gave you the creative freedom to do as you wished - even encouraging you to sneak out for long periods of time to get your party on. If you told him about how you scored a guy, he'd high-five you and go 'atta girl, scoring as many guys as her dad once did chicks'.
Now this wasn't to say he wasn't protective of you at all. At the end of the day, you were female and unfortunately, it wasn't a safe world out there for women. Knowing this, your dad made sure to have you attend at least some form of self defense class. Nothing too extreme, just enough so that you could fend off a creep long enough for police to arrive. If you were to be honest though, you didn't pay much attention in those classes.
What? Can't a girl stare at anime men pictures on her phone in peace?
"Alright, let me go pick out some different ones. I'm sure one of these dresses will have you falling in love." The asian rolled her eyes.
"Why are you acting like I hate all dresses? B-tch, those two just don't appeal to me is all."
Amrita ignored your words, choosing to leave the changing rooms instead.
"The audacity."
Left to your own devices, you chose to observe the room around you, having been unable to do so before due to Amrita rushing you in to try on outfits.
It was a relatively plain room. A few sofas here and there. Three pods to change in. A weirdly-shaped oval showcasing a marble floor and a man within.
Wait-.
A weirdly-shaped oval showcasing a man within?! What the fuck?!
You blinked twice, surprise flooding through you as you stood rigid, frozen in place and unable to utter a word.
"WELL?"
"It's her, your highness."
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR THEN?! BRING HER TO ME!"
In a swift motion, the man on the other side of the oval seized your arm, dragging your whole form towards him with an iron-clad grip.
His sudden actions were enough to snap you out of your daze, "WHAT THE FUCK?! HEY! LET GO OF ME!"
You were an active person, sure, but you weren't that active. As a result, you weren't that strong either. This man easily overpowered you in terms of strength (unfortunately for your ego).
Fuck!
You were never taught anything about what to do if a man came out of a fucking portal and suddenly grabbed you with the intent of taking you into it.
Alright, alright, let's see. There was a tiktok you saw once about what to do if a man were to grab your child suddenly. You didn't have a kid but maybe you could use it for yourself here?
You took in a deep breath before pushing down on a part of his hand with your thumb.
...
"What on Earth are you trying to do?"
Fuck! You knew it wasn't gonna work! Never trust anything you see on the Internet!
Your attempts to escape the man's grasp were thwarted the moment the tips of your fingers passed through what you safely concluded was a portal.
"What the fuck?"
Your eyes enlargened, gaze transfixed on how your nails suddenly grew longer and sharper before your very eyes. The noise around you grew deaf to your ears as your heart beat picked up both in pace and volume.
It was like magic; watching the sleeves of your outfit disappear to reveal the soft skin of your arm on the other side of the portal. Inch by inch, as more of your body stepped through, more and more changes began to appear.
The short dress you were wearing morphed into a longer, pure white gown that cascaded down your hips - your jeans jacket practically becoming non-existant on the other side. The locks of H/C hair framing your face grew longer and more healthy, no longer the wild mess they once were.
A breeze passed over your bare arms and chest, sending a shiver down your spine; one that you didn't register due to your astonishment of... well, whatever that just was.
"Finally."
When you stumbled over your feet, you were snapped back to reality (if this even was reality and not some weirdly realistic dream your mind just conjured up while sleeping).
Before you could trip from your little stumble, however, you were caught within the arms of another man - face planted straight into an incredibly firm chest.
"Gah!" You waved your arms about frantically, struggling to push away from whoever had you trapped within their extremely tight grasp.
"Aww, how sweet."
"Shut up, Marizza."
Gathering as much strength as you could, your arms planted themselves onto the solid chest of the person holding you before exerting a large enough force to at least allow your eyes some space to see something other than clothes.
Your head tilted up, eyes meeting with a teary set of crimson ones lovingly gazing down at you. "My lovely turtle dove, you're finally back in your papa's arms."
"Papa? I'm sorry- WHAT?!" Now it was your mouth's turn to open wide.
"Yes, papa." He frowned. "Don't you remember?"
"Your majesty, if I may, she will not necessarily know you as she is from another world." The man, who pulled you into this place, piped up.
The other man casted him a narrow glance you could only assume was that of annoyance. "Nonsense, my little girl is my little girl, regardless of what world she's from."
"Um? Excuse me- what? What do you mean 'from another world'?" You rose a quizzical brow.
"Apologies, your highness, I suppose you would like an explanation?" The male who seemed to be of the lesser status spoke up.
Was he talking to you?
"Are you talking to me?"
"Indeed."
"Oh uh, well in that case, yeah. An explanation would be nice."
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.
"Okay so... lemme get this straight," They stood patiently, eyes gazing at you with no pressure to rush you in any way. "The 'me' in this world died so you got a mage to open a portal to my world so that you could take me and no longer have to deal with grief?"
Every maid, butler, and knight nodded along with the king and the mage.
"You do realise this is kidnapping right?" Your hands planted themselves onto your waist. "This is seriously messed up in so many ways."
"Well-."
"Also-" You cut off the mage. "Why the fuck did my appearance change when I stepped through the portal?"
"That... I'm not too sure of. You essentially look exactly like the late princess now."
You sighed.
"Look, this has been fun and all but, if you don't mind, I gotta get back to my world 'cause I kindaaa have people waiting for me back there."
With that, you turned around and started to walk away - only to have your waist seized in a very tight and strong grip.
"Leave? Now why would you ever want to do that, turtle dove?" It was your supposed 'father', the King. "I just got you back, you are heavily mistaken if you think I will let you leave me again."
Oh great, he's a psycho.
"Now, you will go to your room and you will settle down in this world like it is your own." The grip grew tighter. "Do you understand?"
"Can't... breathe..."
In an instant, your waist was released and a gasp left the lips of the person behind you.
"Oh, my precious daughter, my lovely little turtle dove, papa is so sorry." You were spun around before having your face cupped and being forced to stare into a pair of crimson eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you again."
You quickly shoved him off, ignoring the hurt that flashed across his face in favour of rubbing your now-sore waist.
"Guards, escort my daughter to her room and get the best healer in the kingdom to check up on her. Make sure not a hair on her head is harmed during this or it will be your head rolling on my floor."
"Hey! Hold on! This is still kidnapping!" Your arms were seized by two guards and you were dragged off while hurling insults at both the mage and the frowning King.
"There is nothing to fear, your majesty, I am sure she is just a little confused - anyone would be in her situation. She will warm up to you eventually."
The King's drooped ears rose once more, eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree as a grin crossed his face.
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"Please hold still, your highness, I wish you no harm."
"Get off me, you fucking pieces of shit-!" You tugged at your arms, gaze narrowed at the man who was about to lift up your dress. "Oi! If you do what I think you're gonna do, I'll kill you!"
"I need to check you for any wounds, your father underestimates his strength sometimes." He pinched his nose, sighing as though he was the one who had been transported into an unknown world with a crazy king pretending to be his father.
"I'm fine! Leave me the fuck alone!"
"Very well."
You were suddenly let go, causing your body to jolt forward a little due to not anticipating the sudden action and still being in the middle of pulling away.
"Ahem. That's what I thought."
"What a sleezy little brat." Scoffed one of the maids. "Honestly, I can't see why his majesty would ever want to bring someone like you back."
"Careful with that mouth of yours, Bridget. Remember, you are disrespecting the next in line for the throne, his majesty's daughter herself. You, nor anyone else in this kingdom, do not have the status to even insult her in the slightest." The half-lidded gaze of the man who tried to lift your dress up seemed a bit uncaring despite the words he'd said.
"Ridiculous." 'Bridget' scoffed.
"Yeah, yeah whatever." You rolled your eyes. "Are you gonna leave now or what?"
"Hmph."
With that, they left, that bitter maid continuing to murmur under her breath about you as she walked - again, not phasing you in the slightest.
Once they were gone, you noticed a full body mirror by the door, immediately rushing over to it to observe the changes in your looks.
First of all, your hair was longer than it once was, less of a mess too. You didn't lose your hair colour or eye colour thankfully. Another thing you noticed was your longer, sharper nails you had a sneak peak of when you first entered the portal. It wasn't crazy long though, nothing like those high-school girls you saw around the mall.
There was another thing you noticed, the golden headpiece resting on your hair. If that didn't scream royalty, perhaps the dress you were now donning did. There were literal crystals all over the chest area and the whole thing screamed 'I'm a princess'.
"This is what their princess looked like?" Your hands moved to feel the headpiece you adorned. "I mean, I'm pretty but damn, she's ethereal."
It was then that you noticed two sharp bits poking out on either side of your head. With furrowed brows, you tried to tug on them.
"Ow!"
Your hair parted to allow you full view of the sharp things sticking out of you.
Were those... elf ears?
"What the fuck..?"
You had to get the fuck out of here.
You tugged on the doors, eyes narrowing once you found that they didn't budge a bit.
You tried once more but to no avail.
"Ugh!"
Angered, you slammed your whole body into it.
Yeah... needless to say, that wasn't a good idea.
"Your highness!"
"My lady!"
"The princess!"
in an instant, the guards stood by your doors rushed to your aid. This would have flattered you on any other occasion but, the fact that there was about ten of them, was incredibly overwhelming to say the least.
"I'm fine! Stop it!" Your words caused them to immediately retrace their steps, although their concerned faces did not let up. "Where is that stupi-?"
"Ah! My lovely turtle dove!" Red floating lines(?) lifted you up carefully bringing you to the King's arms as he gave you a once over in concern for the second time that day. "Are you okay? What happened?" His eyes then narrowed at the guards. "How could you have let harm come her way?! I should have you executed!"
"Woah! Hold up! No need to kill people. The fuck kinda messed up mindset is that?" You tried to pull away but those dumb red lines kept you in place. "Also- the fuck is this?"
"It's part of my power, dear. That isn't important though. What is important is that I have just the thing to cheer you up!" He whisked you away, ignoring all your protests in favour of happily humming while patting your head as though you were a baby.
"Wow, I haven't seen his majesty this happy since forever."
"Even with the late princess, he wasn't so eccentric."
"I think he's just excited to have her back, give or take a couple of days and he will have mellowed out."
"Does he not love her more than anything though?"
"Mellowed out does not mean he will not spoil her rotten. It just means he will not be so loud."
Hearing the whispers of the servants only made you more sure of the fucked up scenario you had landed yourself in.
.
.
.
When you were finally placed down by the king, you were in front of a new set of double doors - this one, however, led not to a room, but to the outside. Or well, a caged outside.
"Go on. I swear to you that you will love it." He smiled eagerly.
For some reason, you didn't believe him.
However, you obeyed regardless, seeing no way out of this and having nothing else to do anyway.
You pushed the doors this time, opening them with ease.
What greeted you... was a very large garden. And by very large; you mean very large. This place was huge, the plants were ten times bigger than the tallest tree you had ever seen.
Like, holy shit, is this what princess-you was spoiled with her whole life? Damn.
The feeling of two hands placed on your shoulder was accompanied by a light shove, ushering you out into the sunlight.
You stepped out, skin immediately becoming privy to the warmth of the sun's rays shining down on you. Unlike in your world, these rays weren't uncomfortable in the slightest. They didn't make you wish to live in front of a million fans at once, instead making you want to bask in them for... well, a very long time.
"Wow... this is..." You paused, still in complete awe. "...beautiful."
"Wait until you reunite with your bestfriend."
"Bestfrie-?"
You were abruptly cut off when the ground disappeared underneath you and your legs were suddenly hanging in mid-air.
"WHAT THE FUUU-?!" Wind flowed around you like razors and the large world you lived in suddenly seemed smaller.
Holy shit. You were flying.
You were actually flying!
Your head tilted down, your vision meeting with scales of black, glowing in a shade of blue unlike anything you had ever seen before. You slowly trailed the scales, head tilting further and further up until...
"GAH!" It was a dragon! A real life dragon!
In your surprise, you slid right off.
The terror you once felt from seeing the dragon, now shifted into fear for your life.
You fell through the wind, slicing right through the air particles like they were nothing, nearing the ground little by little, surrounded by air and yet... being unable to breathe.
It was a weird experience- falling to your death. Certainly wouldn't recommend.
You expected it to be brought to an abrupt end; and it did.
Though not by the ground.
Instead... by the dragon itself.
A sharp attempt at an inhale failed miserably, causing you to start to cough while rested on the back of the dragon; the beast tilting its head back to look at you in concern as a result.
"I'm fine." You reassured it. "I'm fi-" a cough, "-ine."
It was then that the beast decided to return to the ground, probably way too concerned for you to keep going.
"Well?" The king looked at you with excitement in his gaze. "What do you think?"
"Uhhh..." Your gaze casted to the side. "I don't know what to say..."
You felt very awkward, to say the least. The feeling of both the beast's eyes and your 'father's' eyes overwhelming you.
"We don't really... have uh... dragons in my world." Your hand reached to the back of your neck, finding refuge there from all the pressure to respond.
"Oh? I suppose you don't keep companions by your side then." The man nodded in understanding. "Very well then, if you do not wish to keep him, I can send him off into the wild."
Immediately, the ears of the creature sank, it's expression shifting into one of dismay that had your heart clenching.
"Uh! I didn't say I didn't like him!" The creature's ears lifted up once more, its expression instantly lighting up. "I just... meant that I wasn't used to him is all."
"So you wish to keep him?"
With one last glance the creature's way, you let out a sigh of resignation. "Yeah, sure, I'll keep him."
A roar of delight left the mouth of the dragon, his tail reaching out to wrap around your waist and pull you towards him, stopping only when you were snuggled against his body.
Your 'father' smiled after the interaction. "Would you like to rename him?"
"What's his name right now?"
"Sir Reemus Cutey-bunny McFluffins The Third."
. . .
"HUH?!"
Hello and welcome to the first book I haven't pre-written (I have like 15 drafts yet to publish lmao). Sorry if you didn't like what I did with the Reader's appearance. I didn't touch (and will never touch) the Reader's hair colour, eye colour and skin tone. I only made slight changes to the ears, texture of the skin, and hair length in order to establish clear differences between the real world Reader and the deceased princess Reader. It's all to show the fantasy feel of the new world that the real world Reader was dragged into. The idea of Reader being kidnapped and taken to a fantasy world was brought to me very suddenly during a shopping trip a while ago so I just had to write it down lmao. That's all, enjoy.
DISCLAIMER! I do not condone any sort of Yandere behaviour, it's toxic and incredibly wrong. If you, or anyone you know, exhibit(s) this sort of behaviour - please contact a professional for help.
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I mean I guess that proves Eda’s recipe was better if even Lilith’s preferred it. Poor Lilith even her own work is throwing her under the bus and she really can’t win at anything (besides glyphs), but as she reminds herself in the letter, it’s not a competition and trying to make it that is why she resorts to dubious, reckless tactics that end up being her undoing!
This short is funny but there’s an implicitly sad undertone to Lilith’s desperate need to win once again backfiring... I dunno if the chibi shorts creators made this ahead of time before Season 2B premiered with Lilith’s latest design, but it does fit with what audiences saw and knew of Lilith in 2A! Honestly, I can see this short actually being canon and happening in the two-week period between seasons 1 and 2, which would add to Lilith’s insecurity still being a potent thing that hasn’t cooled down quite yet.
But hey; At least Luz appreciates Lilith’s work and there’s something so precious to me about Luz understanding her aunt and validating her, as a dweebus who’s also fond of Eda and not a natural to magic like others are, and feels insecure over that; Even resorting to not the best methods to keep up (even if she doesn’t intend to sabotage or one-up others) like stealing the training wand for example. She gets it and that makes moments like Luz validating her aunt’s hyperfixations all the more wonderful.
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I was tagged by @bright-thorn in a quick get-to-know-you game, and what the heck. I've got time before a meeting, so let's do this!
Tag nine (9) people you'd like to know better!
Last song: "Doo Wop (That Thing)," Ms. Lauryn Hill. Today was our first day back in the classroom for pre-planning, and I have a million things I need to do before I have kiddos in front of me on August 1st. And because one of the things I have to do is check transcripts for all of my rosters-- gotta make sure that my seniors aren't missing any graduation requirements, gotta keep an eye out for ELL and 504 and IEP and gifted services, gotta check that no new transfers have duplicate credits, or aren't placed correctly-- I was working my way through a lot of old favorites today as background music. Stuff that would keep me awake and focused so I wouldn't miss anything critical-- and that I knew well enough for it to not be distracting. So The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill fit the bill and was my last selection of the day.
Currently reading: Oh, like four different things. The City of Brass, by S.A. Chakraborty, which I started reading ages ago and then got distracted by life, so I've started over. A Memory Called Empire, by Arkady Martine, which I started reading during the early summer of 2020 and absolutely adored-- and then both my parents needed major surgeries within the same week, and a week later my gallbladder gave out on me-- and in the chaos and haze of am-I-dying-or-is-my-gallbladder-infected, I couldn't concentrate on it. So I've started it again as well, and it's so brilliant. I love it. But it does take me immediately back to that godawful summer in a very visceral way, which makes me somewhat uncomfortable. A couple of historical murder mysteries. And I've just started The Anarchy by William Dalrymple, which is about the role of the British East India company in South Asia.
Currently watching: Literally? I've got the replay of Stage 3 of the Tour de France Femmes on right now because I couldn't watch it live. (Stupid having to work for a living.) In the greater sense, I've just finished watching The Law According to Lidia Poet on Netflix, which hits all sorts of buttons for me, because I do love a good period mystery show-- especially if it's not set in the UK. Plus the costuming is fabulous. I'm two episodes into the second season of Shadow & Bone, but-- eh, I dunno. I really am only interested in one or two of the storylines, so I'm not sure I'm going to finish it.
Current obsession: I am so sorry to everyone who has suddenly been thrown into my rabid cycling fandom, especially if you started following me for, like, Andor stuff or whatever. I'll be somewhat normal again soon, I promise, and will only occasionally reblog GIFsets of Wout van Aert doing Wout van Aert-ish things until it's time for the Vuelta. What you have to understand is that this is not a new thing for me: I've been following men's pro cycling in the form of the Tour de France since I was... twelve? Thirteen? That's when I got seriously into long-distance cycling for a while, there. And while I'm nowhere near as fit as I used to be and the week-long cycling journeys my dad and I used to do are now well out of my reach, I still watch cycling obsessively. It used to be just the Tour de France, and then I started following riders and related folks on various social media platforms, and then started listening to podcasts, and then I started watching the other Grand Tours, and the past several years I've also gotten sucked into watching the spring Classics, and now I've also fallen down the rabbit hole of women's pro cycling, too. And as an obsession it is at its most all-consuming every year during July, which is when the Tour is on-- and I live blog the whole thing. (Not on this platform, although I've considered it.) Like, I do detailed narrative stage-by-stage write ups. The document for this year's total recap wound up being 46k words long, so. Yeah. Definitely an obsession, and it's one that everyone around me just has to kind of learn to live with during the summer every year.
And if you would like to answer these questions yourself, please consider yourself tagged! I love learning things about folks.
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Enabling is a looped system, and unlike Kurt's ghost, I can still ask questions. Get it, sign it: 3/9/11/17 for the ask game
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Kurt's ghost will haunt you in your sleep and tell you about/show you another *looped system*. Is that good or bad? You tell me when the day comes KEK
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3 - What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with?
I would answer this question from two perspectives. From extetior and interior. Something like: Emotions that affect her from the outside and the ones she radiates herself (does that make sense? Dunno lmao). She basically doesn't deal well with any form of affection, whether it's on a friendship or romantic basis. She never really had much trust in others and after being taken advantage of and dumped time and time again, she finds it hard to tell if the affection is sincere or if there are ulterior motives. That's why it takes her a long time to really trust someone. The emotion she also struggles with is her anger and the resulting tendency to solve things with violence. However, both emotions are very specific to certain periods of time and around 2075 - 2077 she actually has both very well under control.
9 - What is their love language
If she gained enough trust in someone, verbaly you can expect a lot of teasing from her (affectionately) and everything else is more on a physical level. Spending quality time with her loved ones (in nature, movie nights, just something chill doesn't even has to be a huge adventure) and acts of service (can be literally a task or activity or on a more emotional level. For example listening to their problems and giving advice). And she really likes physical affection, but I see her more on the passive/reciving side here.
11 - What are small things that make them happy?
Anything that makes her feel that she fits in somewhere. Can't really pin point it. Could be some affirming words, small gestures or just beeing with someone she likes without even doing smth specific
17 - What is their biggest struggle that no one around them is able to understand or believe?
Having a big mouth and being cocky doesn't mean that the confidence behind it is just as big. It's rather a mask to hide insecurities. Aon is really confident in the work she does since she has the talent and skills for that but everything besides that can be quite tough to handle sometimes. As an example: She often struggles in her role as leader of her nomad family although from the outside it often seems as if she has never done anything else. She loves all of them and they would follow her whereever she goes but sometimes she sees all of it more as a burden. Sounds harder than I mean it but trust can be a heavy rock to carry. But since she doesn't want to dissapoint them she tries to grow into that role and manages to overcome most of it as the years pass and gains trust in those abilities of her aswell.
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HEY please use this ask as an excuse to dump any and every jack & john thought in your head :o)k (the k is the clowns arms and legs look)
:o)k is really cute
Anyways, oh B O I thank you so much it is TIME
This got really long so under a read more it goes!
I'mma do them separately and then together
John
- *slaps his back* this bad boy can fit so much angst into him
- Seriously tho I dunno why I've made him the object of my angst affections atm but heehoo >:}
- He's gruff but he has a big heart, you just need to dig a lot to find it
- This man is such a workaholic my god
- I've also seen a few fics run with the idea that he has low self-worth which. Ough /pos
- His last name is Doe, his wife's name was Jane, and his daughter is named Judy
- John and Jane had a very Greg and Rose type of dynamic, just some guy and a woman who seemed extraordinary and far out of his league
- Tho unlike Steven Judy actually did get to have a few years with her before she kicked it lol
- Also his daughter is alive! I'm not THAT cruel. She was at a friend's house and John and Jack immediately rushed over to pick her up
- However there's a good period of time where John just gets stuck on the idea of what if. What if she was there, what if she got hurt, what if he lost her, what if what if what if. He starts spiraling on all the ways he could lose Jack too, it got bad. Thankfully Jack was there to ground him :>
- Why yes that was my projecting a little, why do you ask
- Seriously tho he loves Judy sm he'd die for her in a heartbeat
- Eventually grows to love Jack to the point he'd also die for him
- I like to think John and Frank were really close when they were kids, not as close as Lila and Jaune but damn near it. Growing apart hurt. Discovering Frank's… business hurt even more, for the both of them
- In general he misses when they were all just kids goofing around, not having to worry about anything
- Also misses Jane. He loved her so much; losing her devastated him. Part of him to this day feels at fault for her death, even though there was nothing he could do
- Absolutely stole this headcanon from @the-tick-tock-chaos-shoppe but I have become very attached to it: John has ADHD. He went undiagnosed and has no idea he has it
- Not helping matters is that Jaune ALSO has ADHD and was diagnosed (this is also a headcanon), so that hyper and bubbly personality is just what John associates with it; if someone went "hey I think you have ADHD" he'd be in complete denial lol
- When he was a kid he'd always have lollipops or straws in his mouth. When he got too old for that, it was pencils and pens, and when he got too old for that, he started smoking
- It is absolutely a sensory thing and he doesn't realize it is a sensory thing. Mans just needs something in his mouth
- If he happens to run out of cigarettes he goes back to pencils and pens. There are bite marks on all of the pencils at the police station lmao
- One time he took a pen from Evermore's office and just went to town on it
- Other stims for him include tapping his fingers on tables/desks, flicking his lighter repeatedly, and bouncing a pencil between his fingers/against the table
- In general him stimming is a lot more subtle than Jack, usually doesn't even realize he's doing it
- Definitely the type of person to flip the "lucky cigarette" when he first opens a pack. This has lead him to accidentally putting the end with tobacco in his mouth because he forgot about it, multiple times
- Has really bad road rage. This is why Jack drives
- As his kid self's costume would suggest, he's always dreamed of being a cop. It… definitely isn't what he thought it'd be, that's for sure
- Is bisexual. Did not realize this until he met Jack
- His favorite donuts are caramel glazed
- I just want him to be soft and put down his dang walls
Jack
- Silly cop man!! I love him
- Just a big ol' goofball with a big heart
- Cares a lot for John and would absolutely die for him
- Lowkey I love how he snaps at the end of Tender Treats, like YEAH GET HIS ASS!!!
- Great with kids! Judy adores him
- Has a tea kettle! it's easier to use than a coffee maker in his opinion, he can make things other than coffee with it, and the noise actively reminds him to take it off the stove because he WILL forget otherwise
- Got bullied a lot in school because he was the "weird kid". After he graduated high school Jack left his home town and never looked back
- Became a cop because he wanted to help people. Was not at all prepared for The Horrors
- Is usually the one that patrols the cellblocks
- Bob made a point to give him a fun fact every time Jack passed his cell and Jack got so sick of it, lol. Part of him was glad Bob broke out of jail just because he didn't have to hear it anymore
- That partially attributed to why Jack got so pissed after Bob climbed onto their squad car (alongside y'know, surviving a bullet to the back and 27 to the chest)
- He is autistic :> Like John he wasn't diagnosed, tho Jack's pretty sure he has it and is okay with that
- Wringing/clasping his hands together is a nervous stim. In general Jack's stims usually involve his body, like cracking his knuckles, tapping his foot, or that little shimmy he does in the Newgrounds ending for Deadly Smiles
- Also shakes his fists when he's excited, but tries not to do it at work
- Pranks John sometimes to lighten the mood/make him smile
- Has a surprisingly dark sense of humor
- Literally him not understanding that using the actual dead body of some super cannibal for a joke was so funny (and very mecore)
- After the whole thing with Mr. Clown, Jack had a panic attack in their police car and John had to calm him down :<
- Actually a great cook! It's a hobby for him
- Also loves to bake ^^ this is also a hc I stole from tick-tock, but hey it's sweet (literally) and I like it
- He still gets donuts from GoNuts tho since they make them WAY better than he can
- Always makes his eggs scrambled because regular eggs feel weird to him
- Prior to Deadly Smiles, he didn't take the cult seriously. That changed real fast when they came back to John's house on fire
- Gay gay homosexual gay
- His favorite donuts are chocolate with sprinkles
- Gives great hugs! He's been compared to a walking pillow
- He's just a big softie aaaa
Both
- No thoughts, head empty vs many thoughts, head full
- The OG sun/moon duo next to the thieves
- Jack is the one who catches feelings for John first, and for a while he just. Sits on it not knowing what to do with it
- Like he loves John, he knows he does, but he doesn't know if John feels the same way and really doesn't want to make things awkward between them, or worse case scenario outright ruin their friendship
- John... whoo boy
- Man's just in a big deep pit of denial for the longest time
- Literally Jack was John's bi awakening, so John tried his damn hardest to pass off these feelings as anything else
- When he finally realized "oh god I'm in love with him", his face went bright red (I'm specifically thinking of that one series of sketches by necr0dancin and I REALLY hope people know what I'm talking about)
- Even after that it was still heavy denial because he didn't know if Jack felt the same way, didn't think Jack could love someone like him, AND he still had lingering feelings for Jane, and felt that finding someone new, hell maybe even feeling this way at all, was betraying her
- So yeah John had a lot of roadblocks in comparison kjdfnkjf
- Eventually Jack, with some spurring from Patty (and maybe Captain and Shotgun) does manage to confess. John doesn't know how to feel but god it's a weight off his shoulders knowing Jack feels that way about him too
- Jack meanwhile is so damn happy it's reciprocated! He didn't fuck things up!! Now maybe they can kiss!!!
- It's clumsy and messy as all get out, but they're partners now, in work and in love
- Uhhh okay now that my full-ass setup is out of the way let's get to the cute stuff
- Stress + overworking + his house burning down = that sickness John caught absolutely WRECKS him, he's tired and feels like shit for at least a week. Cue Jack taking care of him, all the while teasing him because he told him that coffee mug was gonna get him sick
- Literally there is so much potential in John and Judy staying at Jack's house after theirs burns down oh my god
- They're both surprising horror movie buffs: John's favorite movie is Nightmare on Elm Street, Jack's is Friday the 13th. Freddy vs. Jason is a guilty pleasure for them both
- Sometimes Jack will lay his chin on John's hair. It's very soft
- If he's okay with it Jack will also run his fingers through John's hair
- The ways they show affection is just. So small but so meaningful.
- Jack keeps a couple cigarettes on him even though he doesn't smoke and doesn't really like John smoking, just in case John runs out
- John listens intently whenever Jack goes on a tangent, and it's one of the few things he's able to fully focus on next to work and his kid
- Enjoying each other in silence, the only sounds being the white noise of a heater or TV
- The damn SIZE DIFFERENCE with these two when they hug and cuddle my word
- They're both forgetful as all hell - fittingly, Jack remembers what John doesn't and vice versa
- They're both absolutely the type of person to walk into a room and immediately go "what did I come in here for again?" tho, sometimes at the same time
- I want them to be soft and in love so bad
Uhhhh okay that's all I can think of atm and I feel I've left this ask sit for a bit too long so. Here you go, enjoy and thanks again for letting me talk about these guys <3
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light my fire | stranger things ; j.byers
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~*~ this idea has been turning over in my head on a rotisserie for days now. Days, I tell you.Also, also. this is me naming a fic after a doors song. fight me lmaooo.
chapters ;
this is going to be a little mini series so more to come. stranger things masterlist is here, it does need updating though.
summary ;
-- school projects have a way of bringing people together.
warnings ;
female reader with female parts from birth. S1 beginning, no clue where we'll end up kidss, swearing. probably angst and a lot of mutual pining. sexual tension to come. dunno yet whether the upside down and it's unholy blights exist here just yet tbh if you wanna see it happen please let me know ig?. warnings will be added as needed depending on future decisions made in plot.
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He catches himself glancing across the classroom at you for the fourth time in a row during class and he’s annoyed with himself for doing it. He knows he shouldn’t stare, that it’s rude and if you ever caught him doing it, you’d probably be uncomfortable, but at the same time, he just can’t help it.
You’ve been in most of the same classes, the same grade as he is since at least third grade when your mother moved into the old two story beside the library in town and opened her eccentric little novelty shop next to Hawkins Post.
And in the entirety of this time, two things are clear to Jonathan Byers.
One, he quite possibly has a bit of a crush on you and two, neither of you have ever spoken a word to each other. Your paths don’t cross save for the classes you have together.
But all through the day, he’s always catching himself keeping an eye out for you, whether it be in the hallway or in the gymnasium during pep rally days or out around town after school.
He tells himself that maybe one day he’ll muster up the nerve to at least say hey to you, but that day hasn’t come yet and truth is, he’s afraid to.
Everyone calls him weird. He doesn’t fit anywhere.
To be fair, he thinks to himself, you don’t exactly fit anywhere either, but he suspects that on your end, it’s a preference.
His thoughts are brought to a crashing halt by the teacher’s voice as she announces the start of a new project. It’s one that you’ll be working in pairs on, of course. It’s always something that has to be done in pairs or a group and neither of these types of assignments are Jonathan’s favorite thing to do.
When she says that she’ll give the class the rest of the period to pick their partner, Jonathan knows then that he’ll wind up working with whoever is left and he turns out to be right about it.
What he’s not expecting is that this little project is going to be the very thing that forces him to interact with you, the girl he’s been painfully aware of in the fond sense since grade school and more recently, the girl he’s become painfully aware of in the sense of sheer physical attraction.
The girl he keeps telling himself that he can’t have, that he shouldn’t even try to get to know.
Everyone else is paired off. You haven’t glanced up from the battered copy of Flowers in the Attic you’re on a third re-read of a single time and you’re determined not to because you’re just hoping that the teacher won’t notice that you’re going against her demand to pick a partner to work with.
You shift in your seat, tucking your leg beneath you and you’re about to turn the page, get to the part where the grandmother has burst into the attic where the Dollanganger siblings are hidden and caught Cathy sharing a bed with her brother Chris and demands that Cathy cut off her hair.
A throat clears and you glance up.
Jonathan Byers is standing beside your desk awkwardly and you swallow down a lump in your throat. Your mouth does it’s usual thing and it dries right out -prompting you to drag your tongue over the outline of your lips.
“The teacher said we have t’ work together on this.” -his statement is sheepish, quiet and shy and somehow, it seems like an apology. Maybe it’s the way the tall boy with the mesmerizing dark brown eyes tends to stand like he’s a second away from folding into himself most of the time.
You don’t even realize you’re staring at him as hard as you are until he repeats himself. Your cheeks burn and you push your glasses up onto the bridge of your nose. “Right.. The project.” you laugh softly and you’re quick to stash the thick book away out of sight. You put away the pen you’d been using to scrawl things in the margin of the book and you swing your leg out, letting your sock clad foot settle against the classroom floor. The movement of your stocking and sock clad leg draws Jonathan’s gaze and he can feel the blush creeping up from his neck to settle in his cheeks.
He grabs a desk and pulls it close to yours.
The awkward silence that follows isn’t horrible like he thought it would be, but it is heavy. Thick enough that he catches his breath and he feels like it’s tangible enough to reach into air and hold in his hand.
You shatter that silence.
“At least it’s spooky.” you muse quietly as your eyes scan the thin packet you’ve both just been handed by the teacher. Jonathan hears what you’ve said and he snickers quietly. “There aren’t that many historical and potentially haunted places here though. Pretty sure everyone is going to do the Creel House.”
You glance up at him, a grin playing at pillowy lips that his eyes immediately fixates on, the gaze lingering. Your lips tingle a little so you lick them and then you continue, swearing under your breath as the glasses slip down your nose again. “There’s the abandoned bridge out by Lovers Lake. There’s Lovers Lake itself.” you muse thoughtfully, tapping your favorite black ink pen against your open notebook, “I wonder… is anybody going to do a presentation on the entire town though because that could be interesting…” and you’re biting your lip now, Jonathan is distracted, it’s hopeless to focus and he wants to kick himself.
“Probably not. That’d be a lot of work though.” Jonathan points out mildly. You mull it over. “So we could do Lovers Lake, the legend behind it then. Because it’s like you just said..” you glance around at your classmates and then back at him, trying like hell not to get lost in the depths of dark brown eyes, “Everybody is going to pick the Creel House.”
“Okay, so Lovers Lake… Wait, what is the legend behind it?” Jonathan’s brow raises. You laugh softly. “Oh you sweet, sweet boy… You haven’t heard the story, hm?”
“Nope.” his cheeks are on fire now, the way your voice is so soft and sweet and the way you called him sweet boy so playfully. And he wants to kick himself a third -or fourth, time because he’s at least partially sure it’s just you, teasing him or something like all the others.
Not one clue you were using it as a term of endearment, because while you may be quiet and you may be a loner, you aren’t shy or hesitant and you don’t have it in yourself to hide things, whether they be your honest thoughts, your intentions, any of it.
“There’s not enough time to get into it now. I’m working at the library this afternoon.” you scrawl something down on a sheet of paper and hold it out to him, giving him what he thinks has to be the cutest little smile and a playful wink that makes his cheeks flame all over again. The bell to end class rings and you gather your things, rushing out the classroom door.
Jonathan has to hang back. Pull himself together. Stare a hole through the piece of paper in his hands as his eyes go over your graceful and scrawling penmanship and the way you dot your I’s with a little crescent moon.
He rests his free hand against the back of his head and exhales deep. “Jesus christ.” he mumbles to himself as he reads the note yet again.
---Library. 5:30? I’ll show you the newspaper clippings to the story. It’s not a well known one though.
The little heart above your name has him biting his bottom lip and pondering for a few seconds because if he were one of the more confident boys at school, he’d almost think you were attempting to flirt.
But that can’t be it, right?
—
You’re just getting to another good part in your book as you make your way into the cafeteria, the headphones to your Walkman down over your ears but hidden beneath the hood of your favorite baggy orange cardigan. You’re turning the page, in your own little world as you weave through the lunchroom almost effortless.
Almost. ‘Til you collide with someone and hands grip your upper arms to keep you steady. You close the book and you look up, swallowing hard and giving a sheepish little smile when you realize that you’ve managed to collide into Jonathan. “Sorry, I..” you hold up the book, “I wasn’t paying attention.”
Jonathan chuckles, only giving a mild shrug. He blinks as soon as he realizes that either you’ve stepped closer to him or he’s stepped closer to you and he’s not entirely sure which answer is the right one. He realizes he’s still holding onto your upper arms and awkwardly, he pulls his hands away.
You pout a little at this because the second his hands are gone, you miss the warmth and the weight of them against your arms. And it’s stupid and sappy, but you don’t care. Truth is, you have a crush on the quiet and tall boy. He’s handsome but it’s not in the conventional sense, and this is right up your alley, truth be told.
The compulsion to get closer to him is overwhelming and before you can stop yourself, you have. A hand raises, you meant to fluff at his hair before skipping away but you realize what you’re about to do and you lower your hand, tilting your head slightly to smile up at him.
“Thank you.” it’s so softly spoken it’s almost a whisper and for a second he wonders if he’s imagining you actually saying it, because you’re gone, skipping over to your usual table, every step you make causing the little plaid skirt you’re wearing to kick up just a little. Slight enough that as soon as Jonathan catches himself a glimpse of black cotton and just the slightest hint of the natural curve of your bottom, he’s rubbing his hand over the back of his neck and quick to look down again.
He takes his usual seat and prepares to eat his lunch alone, just like always but to his shock, just as he’s starting to zone out, the chair beside his is pulled out with a noisy screech and you’ve settled into it.
“Is it.. Can I sit here?” you stammer over the words.
Jonathan gives you a soft smile and he chuckles, shrugging. “If you want to.” he takes a bite of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he’s eating. He glances down at your plate. You chose the vegetable soup today.
“Is that any good?”
You shake your head as you raise the plastic spoon to your lips. “It is food though and I am starving.” you admit after swallowing the bite you’ve taken.
Your eyes catch on the freshly developed photos sitting on top of his notebook and you grin.
Jonathan’s used to being teased about his interest in photography, so he starts to put them away but you pout and nod to the photos in his hand. “Please?” you ask.
It’s in this moment he’s at least ninety percent sure he’d do, say or give you anything you want just to see that little look in your eyes one more time. Zero hesitation.
You take the photos carefully and you shuffle through them, grinning to yourself a little more with each new photo you set sights on. “These are so good.” you mumble in awe. You find one taken at the quarry, the sunset painting the sky overhead hazy oranges and pinks and a dusky purple at the top and you gasp. “I love this one.”
Jonathan’s face is on fire again. “Thanks.” he mumbles, taking the photos from your hand as you hold them out to him. His eyes settle on your book and he nods to it. “Flowers in the Attic?” he questions, “A romance novel… right?”
“Uh…” you stall, laughing as you twist some hair around your finger, “Not so sure I’d call it that, Jonathan.” you laugh again and shake your head. “It’s uh… pretty dark, actually.”
“Dark?”
“Oh no, no, no.. you do not want me to clarify. Trust me, sweet boy.” you take a sip of the soda you’d gotten yourself before making your way into the cafeteria and you find yourself doing it again, staring at his lips.
Hard.
You shake your head to bring yourself out of the little daze you found yourself in and you take another bite of your soup. But you’re staring at his sandwich longingly because now that you’ve had the subpar soup offering of the day for your high school, you’d honestly love just one bite.
Jonathan notices you staring and he laughs.
“Soup’s no good, huh?” he almost has the slight hint of teasing playfulness to his tone when he speaks, it makes him blush -something he does a lot, you’re noticing, and he goes quiet as his laughter dies away.
You grimace as you push the tray in front of you away a little. “Not the best, nope.”
When he tears you off a little of the sandwich, you’re the one with a face on fire but you take it and bite into it.
“Y’know..” you start to speak, going quiet for a second or two to take a sip of your soda, “We could take photos of the bridge and the lake… For the project?”
Jonathan mulls it over. “We could.”
You smile.
Your glasses are slipping again and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen the way it always makes you wrinkle your nose in agitation. He itches to reach out and push them back up onto your nose for you, maybe tuck some hair behind your ear so it’ll stop falling down into your face, assisting in the oversized hood of your cardigan in hiding your face as well as it does.
He’s staring again and he knows it. He clears his throat and makes himself break eye contact -it’s hard because you’re staring right back at him.
You’re pouting a little when the bell rings. Both of you stand at the same time and Jonathan reaches down, picking up your tray with his.
“You don’t have to..” you start to tell him he doesn’t have to do it, but if it means that you can walk with him to the bin to put away your tray, you’re willing to take it. “Thank you.” you mumble a second later, instead.
“I might be a little late this afternoon. Its my little brother, I pick him up.” Jonathan explains and you smile, nodding. “It’s fine. I’ll be there ‘til 8 when the library closes.”
As he puts away the trays, you linger nearby, waiting. Leaned against the wall beside the outside facing door of the room. Playing with the oversized sleeves of your favorite cardigan.
He stops beside you and you pull away from the wall, falling into step with him as you wander out into the hallway. You reach the door to your classroom and shuffle black leather boots against dingy hallway tiles. “This is me. So.. This afternoon then, hm?” you gaze up at him, head tilted and hair falling away, exposing your neck and the delicate pale golden chain always around it. He’s fixated on it for a second or two.
You see him staring at your favorite necklace so you pull it out of your sweater to show him, grinning. “It’s a locket.”
Jonathan smiles, but he’s blushing, embarrassed because he’s just been caught staring.
This project is probably going to drive him crazy and he already knows it. He rubs his hand over his face and gives you one of those little smiles. “Yeah. This afternoon.” he promises before walking away from you.
And behind you, Tommy Hagan clears his throat. “Hot date with the weirdo, huh?”
You turn and glare at your classmate. “We’re working together on that haunted and historical Hawkins project but… So what if it is, hm?”
Tommy snickers to himself. “Guy has the personality of a wet mop.”
“And you have the IQ of a goldfish? Your point?” you shrug mildly as you say it, pushing past him to make your way into the classroom and take your seat.
You're on pins and needles for the rest of the day, waiting on 5:30. It can't get here fast enough..
#jonathan byers#jonathan byers imagine#jonathan byers fanfiction#jonathan byers x fem!reader#reader is a spooky cute lil weirdo bookworm babe#reader may or may not be heavily inspired by sally owens from practical magic too bc that movie... inspired the idea for this oops rip.
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Favourite thing about roleplaying?
NOTP for your muse?
Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet?
✮ Hello @strxngetimes and thank you for asking!
Favourite thing about roleplaying?
The fact I can explore more of the aspects about a character I love I believe weren't exactly explored enough. I can also imagine and write other potential endings that, in my opinion, are more fitting (coughEndGamecough). Additionally, finding minds alike in great partners with incredibly writing skills from whom I can learn and improve is always a plus. It's one thing to enjoy these characters myself and write fanfic (not that I had, recently) but to be able to share the same love and passion with someone else how just gets you---that is golden.
NOTP for your muse?
I've got a list. But, listen, don't...hate me for them, all right? These are just things I've never truly liked in general for any muse I've particularly written unless they're part of said muse's canon.
I don't see Bucky with kids. Like, having kids. Could he be like a big brother figure or uncle for some kids? Sure. A kid of his own? My man has so much trauma to deal with he wouldn't even think about having a kid so he can just trauma dump on them. So I understand if your OC has his DNA or is his kid, but my Bucky would never probably see them as their kid. Does that make sense
Also: wives/husbands/girlfriends/boyfriends of Bucky. I'm mostly talking about OCs (and I love you guys, I truly do) but to put a canon character with an oc takes time, plotting, dedication. Quoting Bucky: there's a dance to these things, y'know? I'm not saying it's completely impossible but it'd need a lot of work and so far I haven't seen anything that has caught my interest.
Please don't assume Bucky is incredibly sexual, or is a soft boy bottom. He is neither. He could have a healthy (or not lmao depending what the situation I'm writing is) sexual lifestyle, and if he did, he wouldn't be a bottom. Not even with Steve. He's a switch in my head, period.
Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet?
Oh my God, yes. Yes. There is one particularly that I'd love to do and it's based on an amazing fanfic by fallingvoices and radial arch on AO3 AKA United States v. Barnes. There's more information on my verses about this but it's basically about Bucky going to trial for everything he has done as the Winter Soldier.
It'd involve other characters such as Natasha, Steve, Clint, Sam. I would love to include a Daredevil that could represent him as well, so dunno, hit me up. But do read that fic, it's great background info.
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Imagine Lan Wangji having both a stroke and a bone, first of all; blood, ew.
Second; its WEI YING.
We all know Lan Wangji is almost all about WWX ass, so much so that given permission he would probably tattoo "belongs to Lan Zhan" all over wei wuxian.
(the only things capable of caging in these two horny bastards is anything doing with actual harming/pain caused by such harming.)
It probably goes like this;
LWJ; MN! (BLOOD, DISGUSTIIIN'!!)
LWJ; ... hn? (It's wei yings?)
LWJ; -mhnhnm!! (wait is that hot or not?! And wei ying is FEMALE?! Am i a cutsleeve or not? -HASP- Weisexual!)
Basically, its disgusting in it being unclean and unhygienic, but the act of wei wuxian just doing it makes him horny.
(how does WWX collect and use the blood? Does s/he just... Swipe a brush there or does s/he collect it into a jar or something?)
It would be real convenient if Wei Wuxian had a menstrual cup... Wei Wuxian is smart enough to think and invent such a thing but I'm not sure what materials is available to make it soft, fit comfortably, and not like... rot up there...
Or maybe Wei Wuxian can invent some sort of talisman to turn metal/paper into something that would work. I dunno.
At first, Lan Wangji, upon learning that the blood is menstrual blood, very much disapproves. It's heretical, much like Wei Wuxian's demonic cultivation. But he gets used to it and rethinks things.
(Maybe it starts catching on with other female cultivators, particularly the ones that are poor, don't have resources or sect-backing, or are rogue cultivators who would like to save money for other things. Plus in times of war, survival is far more important than morals.
And maybe some male cultivators start to secretly offer to buy menstrual blood because they have seen just how much more powerful menstrual blood is compared to talisman ink and cinnabar.
Hey, they are willing to pay good money. But they also keep it very much on the downlow, so most of the cultivation world is unaware of just how much traction Wei Wuxian's period blood usage is gaining.)
female wei wuxian uses her period blood (since it's just blood) to draw talisman but that provokes greater backlash au
#mdzs#mdzs ideas#mao dao zu shi#wei ying#wei wuxian#the untamed#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation#female wei wuxian uses her period blood (since it's just blood) to draw talisman but that provokes greater backlash au#lan wangji
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