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hippiepowrs · 1 month

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one night lookin' pretty

eddie munson x fem!metalhead!reader

you and eddie hate school dances, but you decide to go to the prom this year--with someone who isn't eddie. eddie does not like that, but can't say anything.

a/n: this is my first longer fic so i hope you like it. prom season is coming up so this is kinda self indulgent (as if all my fics aren't). this one is for all my weird girls out there! title from one night in the city by dio btw. :)

warnings: hurt/comfort. angsty for a while but gets fluffy. swearing. a guy being a total asshole to reader. reader wears a dress. reader and eddie both self-described as 'freak.' eddie being a jealous and insecure idiot. both are oblivious as fuck. eddie is REALLY dorky. eddie's backstory and parents--i did not read that book so i don't care if it's canon. idiots in love in the end. pretty cliche but i don't care!

wc: 3.8k

It’s prom night, and Eddie is sitting alone on his couch. Without you.

Usually, you guys skip every school event together in favor of watching a shitty movie and smoking half of his stock, but tonight was different. Someone asked you to the prom, and it wasn’t him.

He’s been acting off for the past two weeks, you noticed. He’s been quiet and snappy, and has been opting to jack up the stereo instead of talk on your drives home. When you asked him what was wrong, he pushed you away. So, you left him alone about it. He made it clear he wanted his space.

He didn’t even want to show up to see you in your dress. You called him last night to see if he would come over–he told you he was sick. He wasn’t fully lying, though. The thought of you going to that stupid school dance with that stupid school boy made him nauseous. It didn’t make sense to him. How did you switch your views on the prom so fast? Months ago, the two of you laughed at the idea of going. Now, you were dressed up all pretty, just like all those popular girls you claimed to hate. He had to watch that sleazy ass car pull into to the trailer park, right up next to his. He’d never admit that he watched you step out of your trailer with that guy, and wished it was him.

Being completely honest with yourself, your date isn’t even exactly your type. Todd isn’t some freak like you or your friends, but he isn’t a complete asshole either. He asked you in the hallway two weeks ago, and your instinct was to laugh at him. You laughed in his face, but he didn’t budge. He really wanted to take you to the prom, so you told him you’d go. It felt nice to be wanted. It was okay that he wasn’t some rock n’ roll dude like you’re into–it’s not like you’re marrying him. It’s just the prom.

You and Todd arrive at the Hawkins High gym, hand in sweaty hand. Pushing the anxiety clawing at your throat back down, you give him a smile as you walk to get your photo taken together. The frilly, glittery background reminds you that this place isn’t for you. Again, you push that down.

The music isn’t really your style, either, but everyone is having so much fun you feel the need to pretend. None of your friends are here, so you’re stuck. Maybe you should have pregamed, you think. Too late now. Todd pulls you onto the dance floor with a fervor you’ve never seen in him. You don’t understand how a person can have so much fun dancing to this shitty music. It’s a lot easier to get through when you pretend that Todd is Eddie, and you’re dancing to mixtapes in his room. You decide not to think about the implications of that right now. When the song ends, you offer to grab punch for the both of you. Maybe it’ll be spiked.

As you make your way back to Todd, you see him chatting with a few of his friends, and from this distance you can just begin to hear them.

“So, when do I get my twenty bucks from each of you? She’s totally ruining my reputation right now.” He laughs, and your stomach churns.

“Okay, yeah, you proved us wrong. You got her here, you danced, you win.” His friend confirms the fear that’s been looming over you like a dark cloud since Todd first asked you out.

“You at least better hold onto her long enough to get her home with you tonight, man!” Another friend cackles, and you think you’re going to vomit.

How were you stupid enough to think that he actually liked you?

God, you’re so gullible.

At least there’s nothing to lose now, you think. Walking over to him, drinks in hand, you dump both of them on his head. They splash on his stupid hair and drench his stupid suit. The music keeps playing. A few people turn to look. The room doesn’t stop for you like some trashy romcom. Everyone just keeps going.

Storming out to the parking lot, nothing can stop the burning tears from pouring down your face. You slump down against the brick wall, fabric of your dress sticking to the rough sidewalk. The warm spring air feels sticky on your cheeks. You wish you had stayed in with Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You need to call Eddie. Todd drove you here, so it’s either Eddie or walk, and these heels already hurt enough. Your body feels like dead weight as you drag yourself to the payphone on the wall, punching in the number that’s engraved into your heart.

“Hey.” You greet, choked up. You’re trying to keep your composure. You know it won’t last long.

“…Hey. Havin’ fun with Mr. Popular?” There’s a bitterness to his tone. Usually he would’ve picked up on the fact that you were crying in a split second, but tonight he was too angry.

“Uhm, not really. Could you, uh,” you sniffle, blowing your thin cover, “pick me up? Like, now?”

You can almost hear his demeanor shift over the phone. A beat of silence passes.

“I’ll be right there.” He’s clearly still upset, because he hangs up the phone without saying goodbye. But his one-sided irritation can’t override the facts: he cares about you so much that he immediately hops in his van and starts speeding to the school, even faster than normal.

You sit back at the edge of the sidewalk, staring into the empty night over the parking lot. God, this is so cliché. Freak gets taken to prom as a joke; left crying outside. You know how pointless it is to cry over this guy. You don’t even care about him, to be honest. But it’s not really him you’re crying over. It’s the extensive disappointment you repeatedly put yourself through after expecting different results—it’s the fact that you haven’t stopped thinking about Eddie all night.

As you begin to probe deeper into the ethical implications of falling in love with your best friend, said best friend whips into the parking lot, tires skidding as he pulls right up to you and parks. He drives just how he lives his life—with a sense of urgency and passion you don’t see in many. His van stops diagonally in the middle of the pickup lane, and he hops out of the driver’s side door, so worried he can’t be bothered to close it before sprinting to your side.

For the past six minutes—which is Eddie’s new personal record on getting to the school from Forest Hills—his mind has been racing with every possibility of what could have happened to you tonight. Maybe Todd had another girl, or is just boring, or maybe you got totally Carrie’d and some assholes poured pig’s blood all over you. Not likely, but hey, you never know the determination of Hawkins’ resident assholes. At least if you got Carrie’d you’d look metal as fuck. That would be a good album cover. But that’s not the point. What he’s more worried about is the possibility that that dickwad touched you in any way. Just the thought is enough for him to completely light up—he got pretty close to breaking his steering wheel from how hard he was gripping it.

“What happened?” He tries to act nonchalant, but that’s something he’s never been good at.

Your head is held between your knees, looking down into nothingness. He’s staring daggers into the top of your head, and you can almost feel the fact that he wants to say ‘I told you so.’ Reluctantly, your wet eyes tilt upwards, the rest of your head following.

“Let’s just talk in the van.” He sighs.

You don’t budge. Your legs feel far too wobbly to imagine getting up right now. He has zero patience at the moment, it seems, as evidenced by the fact that he almost immediately picks you up bridal style and carries you directly to the passenger’s side of his van. He fumbles with the door handle for a second before setting you down gently in the seat. You watch him drag a frustrated hand over his face through the windshield as he walks back to his side, and although you know you didn’t do anything wrong, you’re worried that you did.

The engine roars into life, turning your seat into a makeshift massage chair. Eddie pulls out of the parking lot as quickly as he pulled in, but with a little more focus. He doesn’t turn his music on, which is a bad sign.

“It was a bet,” is all you can say, voice soft and defeated, “because, of fucking course it was.” You stare out the window, head tapping against the glass as he hits a pothole straight on.

“I told you that asshole was bad news.” His voice is laced with venom. He’s never been good at controlling his anger—especially when it has to do with you.

You stay silent. Anything you say right now will probably just piss him off more.

“Why do you—why do you always do this to yourself? You’re always finding these guys that just want to take you out to say they were able to take you out. They treat you like a fucking trophy.” He scoffs.

You look at him again, tears still silently falling. Even if you wanted to say something to that, you can’t seem to find your voice.

“I just don’t get it. You’re, like, totally perfect,” he coughs, gripping the wheel harder, “and these guys you find are total douches. You can do so much better.”

“It’s not like there’s anyone better around here,” you mumble while staring out the window, like some kid talking back to their parent for the first time.

“That’s not my point!” His yell rings out against the hum of the engine, the dull drumming being the only sound left as he hangs a sharp right turn. “I just don’t understand why you’re so eager to find some guy that you throw your morals out the door.” Eddie’s eyes dart to you for a moment before looking back at the road.

“I haven’t thrown my morals out the door.” You argue softly.

“Yes, you have! We always said we’d never suck up to the bullshit they want us to do, that we’d never let them turn us normal, and here you are at the fucking prom.”

“Eddie, it’s prom! It’s not like I fucking stabbed my mother!”

“We’re supposed to be the freaks! We’re Hellfire! We piss people off! That’s our whole thing! You can’t just—fuck—just throw that out!” He groans angrily, pulling into Forest Hills, slowing down as you near the Munson trailer.

“I’m not throwing it out.” You say, much more firmly.

“You’re throwing me out!” There it goes, the root of the entire issue. He’s always been worried that you’ll find someone cooler, someone less abrasive, someone who will make you laugh and smile more than he can. Logically, he knows that would never happen, but he can’t help his fear. He throws the van into park and slams the door as he gets out.

Eddie was eight when he met you. He’d been living with Wayne for a little over a year by the time you moved next door, but he was still struggling. His mother left him first, then his father. He missed his mom a lot, but his dad probably caused him more pain, knowing that he had the choice whether or not to stay, but Eddie wasn’t enough. Uncle Wayne was nicer to him than his father had ever been, but that can’t fix a broken kid.

Then one day, you showed up in your ratty hand-me-downs, a year and a half younger than him. He thought that girls had cooties, but you were different. You didn’t giggle or try to hide your gaze like the other girls did when they made fun of him to each other. Instead, you walked right up to him and said hi.

You were new, and you didn’t have the best clothes—he could tell you were probably going through something similar to him—so the kids at school kicked you to the curb. You were just as pretty as the other girls, he thought, if not prettier, as much as a seven-year-old can be. But that didn’t really seem to matter to them. Your lunchbox was plain, theirs had characters.

When the two of you got to be in junior high at the same time, him in the eighth grade and you in sixth, he thought for sure that you would find new, more popular friends. It was incredibly shocking to him that you’d rather hang out with some dorky boy with an ugly buzz cut who’s two grades ahead of you than the other pretty girls, but he wasn’t going to complain.

He’s lived with that fear constantly since then, always preparing himself to see you walking into school one day in some pastel sweater instead of your band shirts and battle vest. He knows you won’t, he knows you’re better than that, and he feels so guilty for always expecting the worst, but he can’t help it.

You hop out of the passenger’s side of the van, holding up the skirt of your dress like some elegant princess. But instead of some grand, ornate staircase, you’re simply walking up the concrete steps of the Munson trailer and following Eddie, who’s storming inside.

“Eddie.” You sound like a scolding mother, tears having dried up a few minutes ago, and you shut the door behind you. “Why do you think so lowly of me?” Your voice cracks with the weight of the question.

Eyes widening, Eddie never realized quite how much his thoughts could affect you until right now. “I don’t,” he says softly. “You’re the best person I know.”

“You say that, but you always think I’m gonna leave you for someone else. You’re my best fucking friend. I’m not just gonna cut you off at the drop of a hat.”

“I- I know that,” he stammers out, a little shaken.

“Do you?”

“Look, I,” he sighs, finally turning around, “I’m just scared. I’m scared that one day you’ll wake up and realize how fucking lame I am, and you won’t want to deal with me and all my bullshit anymore.”

“The world isn’t against you, Eddie.”

He opens his mouth to quip back something snarky, but he closes it as he thinks about your words again.

“You hate yourself so much that it’s beginning to rub off on me, because I’m friends with you, and if I like you, you think that surely there’s something wrong with me, too.”

He’s stunned into silence, your words stabbing him straight through the heart.

“Can you at least tell me why you were being a dick for the past few weeks?” You switch the subject slightly with a sigh.

Eddie takes a deep breath. “Because of Troy asking you to prom.”

“Todd.”

“Yeah, whatever. He was my problem.”

“Why were you mad at me for that, though?”

“I knew he was gonna hurt you.”

“You didn’t say anything about that, though. You just said he was an ass once and then pushed me away for two straight weeks.”

Standing in the middle of the dark trailer, Eddie is presented with two options: confess his lifelong, undying love for you, or don’t. He knows that the only good and honest explanation he can give you involves a love confession, and he hates lying to you. But one thing trumps the fact that he hates lying to you, and it’s that Eddie is a complete and utter pussy.

Eddie is, and always has been, a pussy. In middle school, you acted as his bodyguard—self-appointed, and very passionate—which only made him get bullied worse. You didn’t care. You’d defend him until the end of time. You’d take a hundred tugs to your ponytail or face-plants in the lunchroom so that he wouldn’t have to. You weren’t very loud or talkative in school, until it came to defending Eddie.

To Eddie, you’re this glowing beacon of light and hope in his life. Everything good comes from you. And if he confesses his feelings to you, and you don’t feel the same, that pillar comes crashing down.

But…what if? What if you did feel the same? That’s stupid, he thinks. Clearly you don’t, because otherwise you wouldn’t have gone to prom with another guy. And he’s sure you already know about his big, fat crush, and you’re choosing to act like you don’t notice.

“I’m sorry.” You can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s fingering riffs on the side of his thigh.

“You always get so upset when I talk to guys. It’s not like there can be only one guy in my life.”

“I know that, it’s just–” This is going to be the worst decision he’s ever made, and he knows it, but he can’t stop himself. “--I’m jealous, okay?”

“Obviously you’re fucking jealous, dickweed.” As you call him your favorite nickname, the intent behind his words reaches you, and your cheeks begin to heat up. “…Wait.”

“Have you seriously not picked up on this yet?” Eddie is genuinely surprised at your reaction. “You—you’re perfect, you know that? You’re the coolest person I’ve ever met, and I don’t know how you do it.” His voice is softer than normal.

“Yeah, but—like, are you serious?” You ask.

“I wouldn’t joke about this. I’ve been, like, totally into you forever. I’m surprised Gareth or Jeff didn’t say anything to you.”

“They did a while ago, but I thought they were messing with me.”

“Okay, I honestly can’t blame you for that.”

A moment passes in silence, and you think about how to respond.

“You know, I didn’t really want to go with Todd.”

“What? Why did you then?”

“I hoped that you would ask me,” you admit, eyes drifting to your feet, “but it was kind of a stupid thing to expect.”

His jaw goes slack as he hears you speak.

“I guess that I’ve just kinda had this pipe dream where we’d go to prom together, and I’d be able to dress up all pretty, and we could dance together.” You avoid his gaze, until you hear him scurrying down the hallway.

He emerges back out with his stereo in one hand and a cassette in the other, scrambling to place it down on the kitchen table and shoving the tape inside. He immediately skips to the song he has in mind. The familiar sound of Tommy Lee’s piano starts from beside you, and before you can figure out what’s happening, he’s offering his hand to you.

“May I have this dance?”

A smile grows on your face. “God, you’re such a fucking dork.” Your insult doesn’t come without placing your hand in his. He’s bright red, and he’s never slow danced in his life.

Mötley Crüe’s Home Sweet Home is interrupted occasionally by the sound of feet stepping on feet and the subsequent ow!’s that follow, as well as the flustered giggling of two idiots in love.

Eddie pulls you a little closer, his hands firmly planted on your waist. “You look really beautiful tonight,” he murmurs, “sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

He feels extremely underdressed compared to you, him in his favorite torn up pair of black jeans and an Exodus muscle tee, and you in your stunningly gorgeous dress, looking prettier than any princess he could ever imagine.

“Thank you,” you mumble back, flustered, “you don’t look too—fuck!—too bad yourself, you know.” A playful giggle comes with your words, and a huge grin grows on Eddie’s face.

“Yeah?” He teases, looking right in your eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you giggle, staring right back.

Leaning in, he lets out a nervous laugh before pressing his lips to yours. It’s not some magical explosion of energy that cures all your problems and fixes world hunger; but his lips are soft and warm, and he tastes like weed, gummy worms and a hint of shitty beer, and it feels right.

You kiss him a few more times before the song ends, all quick and chaste but completely full of love. Pulling you along with him, not wanting to let go, he pauses the tape and the trailer goes quiet again.

“Was I better at that than Troy?”

“Todd.”

“Point still stands, fuckface.”

Eddie drags you down the hall to his bedroom, the familiar ambiance warming you like a comforting blanket. Jumping onto the bed with a plop, the boy pats beside him invitingly.

“Can I change first?” You ask, ecstasy of the moment wearing off, allowing you to remember how itchy this damn dress is.

“‘Course. Your shirt is clean if you want it.” He calls it your shirt, but it was his at one point. The old Metallica tee used to be his favorite one, too, which meant it got a lot of wear and tear. But then you started wearing it at sleepovers, and it quickly became your shirt. Eddie didn’t like to wash it afterward because it smelled like you. He always felt like a creep for that.

Your hand tries its best to wrap around and pull the impossibly tiny zipper down, but it doesn’t want to budge. Eddie, watching you as intently as ever, quickly notices and jumps up to help you. His fingers move to your waist, soft and nimble, and gently undo the zipper for you. You let your dress fall to the ground, and he looks away, flustered. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you in your underwear before, but now it feels a lot more serious.

Quickly throwing on the hole-filled Metallica shirt and a clean pair of his boxers, both of you hop back into his bed. You’ve shared plenty of nights here before, but once again, now it feels different. You sense that it will become a common theme for your life in the near future. His hands snake back around your waist and pull you next to him, and you allow your head to rest against his chest.

“So… does this mean you’re, like, my girlfriend now, or what?” A goofy smirk is plastered across his face as he asks.

You try to playfully shove him off of you, to no avail. “Are you seriously fucking asking me that?” You’re trying so hard to act angry, but your giggles give you away.

“Yes, yes it does.” You seal it with a kiss. Then one on his cheek, and the other, and his forehead, and the tip of his nose.

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championwarnings · 1 year

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ً HONEY LETTER ୨୧♡

warnings. fluff, a lot of fluff, fluff that rots your teeth, friends to lovers !, jack being so cute and huggable

plot. jack and you are starring in a romcom and you think it's a "great" idea to tell him your feelings when you're practicing your lines.

— ♪ hey stephen jack

a/n. DUDE THIS IS TOO LONG, IT'S HORRIBLE, I HATE IT, btw it's my first fic, be kind ><

💌 ♡♥︎ ………………………………..........

Something you loved about being an actress was the confidence you had acquired over the years, you were so sure of yourself that, without even doing anything, everyone felt confident with you and admired the way you were. However, you would like to say that you always have that confidence in yourself, because at this moment you found yourself with your legs shaking with nervousness.

You were on the filming set of your next movie, a romcom, this was the first time you accepted a role like this, because you have always been more into suspense and horror. Being the lead in a romcom was not easy, especially when your co-star was the cutest guy you had ever seen. You had acted with many guys before, but none like Jack Champion.

You met Jack months before filming began, the director had suggested that you spend more time together so that the chemistry would be noticeable on screen and so you did. With every shooting scene you could feel your own character take over you, acting like a schoolgirl in love trying to camouflage your feelings for the boy who stole your heart.

Remembering each of your moments with Jack was like therapy, you adored him, yes, and he could say the same. Right now you find yourself looking into his eyes, your lips trembling and your legs weak, Jack must think you're too deep in your role.

You hold up a letter written in your own handwriting, so neat and tiny so that you can read it smoothly in case you forgot what was to be read. You had decided to rehearse your lines before you started recording the scenes and boy had you practiced a lot, you already knew what the other was going to say.

Jack was watching you intently for your movements, anxious for you to start saying your lines, his eyes going from your eyes to your hands, and so it went on until you made a small sound, so inaudible that Jack had to open his eyes wider for you to repeat it.

"I know... we've been friends for a while now and it may seem very sudden but... I think I like you."

Saying that, you tried to look around, looking for something to entertain yourself with or distract your thoughts, but you couldn't, all you could do was return your gaze to Jack's, looking for a response to what you said, but you decided to speak again, ignoring your lines and giving him the letter your character had written for his.

"I'd like to know if you can hear my heart beating right now" you took his hand bringing it carefully to your chest, Jack looked at you in surprise, diverting his gaze to your hand and then to the letter he held in his other hand.

Jack could feel how fast your heart was going and your hands so cold as an ice cube, he didn't know if you were being sincere or just winging it. His gaze rested on your lips, noticing how you were trying to keep them still as you licked them to calm yourself. He smiled softly, trying to inspire peace and tranquility in you, you looked like a chihuahua from shaking so much and that was very funny to him. He moved a little closer to you, leaning his body to bury his head in your neck being careful not to be rough. He kept his nose on your neck, wondering how it was possible for you to smell so good, but quickly fizzled out any thoughts not befitting the scene and opted to speak so nicely.

"What do you say we get serious?" he whispered into your neck, his response surprised you and his breath caused your back to arch a little. You knew you liked Jack, but you didn't know you could like him this much.

You pulled away from him slowly, looking into his eyes, searching for some trace of a lie in his eyes, but they only glittered anxiously. That reminded you of the times when you both flirted with each other before the filming of the movie started and as you still do, it became a habit between you to be affectionate with each other, let out teasing or just hugging each other during breaks.

You looked at him doubtful of everything, you were proposing, but you didn't know if Jack had realized that, maybe that's why he answered that or maybe he just wanted to improvise.

"Yah, stop playing with that, it's just a rehearsal" you gave him a somewhat forced smile, pulling your hands away from his and taking back the letter he was holding. "We should go get something to drink."

Jack let out a laugh, hugging your shoulders and starting to walk with you, your heart was still pounding furiously and you felt so silly for not continuing to talk.

"You did great, for a moment there I believed it" You raised your head to find Jack looking straight ahead with a smile, you thought about what to say back to that, did he like you too?

Jack seemed to be deep in thought as well, until he shook his head several times and looked up at you, depositing a kiss on the top of your head.

And so the days went by, in each rehearsal you said something different, like he was the king of your heart or that he brought you flying in the clouds, but again, you denied everything and said it was just you improvising and of course Jack was not far behind, he answered you new things, he said that the girl of his story had always been you or that you were the light of his eyes. You were so happy with something you started and you knew it was fake.

But one day you decided to finally confess your feelings, that day you opted to put on light makeup and wear a small necklace, not so flashy, but you knew Jack would see it because he once told you he liked shiny things. Comically you checked your horoscope to see if it was your lucky day, you had never been one to believe in such things, but you were so desperate that anything good would make you jump for happiness.

Today you hadn't gone to the recording set, you both agreed that you would practice in your apartment, so you took the opportunity to do a quick cleaning.

Jack arrived at the agreed time, you were surprised how punctual he could be, when you opened the door you felt like melting, you were so lost for this man that no matter what he wore, he would look so good, you smiled at him and let him pass, noticing that his mullet looked a little lacy and the skin on his neck was brighter.

"So, honey, shall we continue with the same today?" he asked you with amusement, he called your name to see if you had heard him and you, softly answered yes to both questions.

You got into position, Jack was admiring every corner of your living room carefully and attentively, he smiled when he saw a heart shaped pillow on your couch, so he decided to take it in his arms and hug it to look at you attentively, he wanted to know what statement you would give him today. He moved his hands towards you, implying that he wanted you to talk.

You stuttered a little, thinking about what you would say today but this time, you took the letter in your hands, opened the envelope and began to read, you wrote your character's statement inspired by your crush on Jack. Several times Jack had held the envelope in his hands, but never checked its contents.

"Hey, you're probably thinking, did this crazy lady write me a letter?" you blurted out mockingly, recited her character's name and again stuck your nose in the letter. "Possibly in this letter I won't tell you half the things I want to tell you, you're so brilliant and unique, you make me want to love you like I've never loved anyone before."

"Everyone wants to have you, but I'll always be the only one waiting for you in the coldest moment, you make me feel like I'm not alone" You looked up, only to notice how focused Jack was on your lips, listening intently to everything you said, he was fascinated by your voice, how confident you sounded to him, but you were so nervous that you didn't notice how determined you looked in his eyes.

"You don't know how much I want to kiss you, you look like an angel, I love every part of you, you make me feel unique, the way you say my name is... indescribable" you formed a smile remembering the times Jack called you by your name and not a random nickname, he smiled for the same thing too, wishing he was the one the letter was addressed to.

"I know there are a lot of girls wishing to have you, but will they be able to write you a letter highlighting their love for you?" you laughed, looking at Jack again, you extended the letter to him, this time, with the intention that he would read it, he didn't know if he would, in the script it wasn't written that he would read the letter, but you, however, he decided to ignore it and take it, brushing his fingers with yours, you both smiled at that act.

You watched Jack closely, enchanted by his long eyelashes and the polka dots that adorned his smooth face, you directed your gaze to his lips, which he moved, pretending to read, they looked so cute, immersed in reading that you stayed watching him until he finished reading. Jack looked up, giving you the most radiant smile you've ever seen.

"It's amazing, our characters are so.... wow!" you noticed the excitement in his voice, he sounded like a child after being given his favorite toy, he could only laugh and smile like never before "Your performance captivated me, I thought you would improvise again, I mean..."

"Jack..." You interrupted, already tired of the whole thing, it was time, you had to tell him your feelings yes or yes, maybe they weren't reciprocated, but you needed to get that weight off your back.

"I'm sorry, I lied in every scene we rehearsed, the truth is I like you and I had no idea how to say it" With all the courage you could muster you blurted out your feelings, you wanted to die, throw yourself off a cliff and never see Jack again.

But he smiled at you again and started laughing, with the letter still in his hand, he rubbed his hands on his pants and looked all around before looking back at you.

"Are you being honest this time?" He whispered longingly to you, his cheeks turned red and you could swear yours were just as red, you nodded repeatedly which gave you a headache.

Jack turned around, releasing all the air he was holding and began to hop lightly, reaching towards you and taking your face in his hands, he kissed your forehead, your cheeks and your nose, his eyes were paid to yours, looking at you sweetly.

"Can I kiss you, I just really like you too"

He teased you, you laughed and hugged his abdomen, drawing him to you and resting your lips on his.

At that moment you could have sworn you were in love with Jack Champion.

english is not my first language, sorry if there are some mistakes, i try to improve. also to mention that i don't write smut, just fluff !!, bc jack deserves respect. <3

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #fluff #actress!reader #ethan landry #jack champion imagine #jack champion one shots #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x you #jack champion headcannons #friends to lovers #jack is so cute pls

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agaypanic · 3 months

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Okay listen a fix based on this tik tok

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8fK6cmv/

It was made like last year and I still have it stuck in my head. Love your work btw🫶

If You Really Love Her (Bernard the Elf X Human!Reader)

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Summary: Your friendship with Bernard has turned into silent infatuation, unknowingly from both sides. Jack Frost, loving to cause trouble, talks Bernard out of giving you a gift when he realizes that the elf has fallen in love with you. After all, how could an elf ever be with a human?

A/N: the fact that this fic is written from a request about a tiktok where the plot is based on a scene in shrek 2 is insane lmao changed the snow globe from the tiktok to a locket btw. also i left it on a bit of a cliffhanger so if yall want a part 2 lmk

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Bernard was known to become very high-strung during Christmas. How could he not? Being in charge of hundreds of elves and a workshop and having to help make sure one of the biggest holidays of the year was a worldwide success was sure to take its toll on a guy. But for a few years, Bernard’s saving grace in the intensity of Christmas has become you.

You were quick to become friends, despite his somewhat grumpy disposition. You didn’t mind that he was a thousand-and-some-year-old workaholic, and he didn’t mind that you were a peppy human.

After a while, he wasn’t exactly sure when the turning point was; Bernard’s platonic feelings for you had evolved. At first, he thought that it was just because he didn’t see you much, so he basked in all the moments you had together. But then he started wanting even more time with you, doing things that friends didn’t usually do.

After a few years of being silent about his growing feelings, Bernard felt the need to do something about it. He was getting sick of pretending that he was content with friendship. He decided the perfect opportunity to tell you was when you came to the North Pole with Santa and Charlie after the Christmas Eve rounds.

Which, if Santa was on schedule, was in a few hours. The whole night, nerves and anxiety-riddled Bernard, more than usual anyway. He paced around his office, your Christmas present jingling in his pocket.

Eventually, he decided to get some fresh air. Being cooped up in the small room and constantly overthinking couldn’t be good for him. Besides, he didn’t want to be a nervous wreck when you came.

Walking out of the workshop, Bernard took a deep breath, watching a cloud leave his mouth as he exhaled from how cold it was. Surprisingly, it was colder than usual.

“Hey, Bernie.” It immediately became less surprising when Bernard heard that annoying voice.

“Jack.” The elf greeted shortly, not bothering to turn around to look at the insufferable being. It was bad enough that he was overthinking his confession and your possible reactions. But now Bernard also had to deal with this winter spirit who seemed to have a knack for tricks. “Don’t you have another volcano to go freeze over?”

“Oh, Bernie, Bernie, Bernie.” Jack ignored the elf correcting him on his name and placed a chilly hand on his shoulder, making him jolt. “Why so blue? It’s Christmas!”

“I’m aware.”

“Whatcha got jingling in your pocket, bud?” Before Bernard could answer or tell Jack to mind his business, Jack stuck his hand into Bernard’s pocket and pulled out a silver heart-shaped locket. “Ooh, who’s this for?”

“None of your business, Frost!” Bernard tried swiping the necklace back, but Jack raised it out of reach.

“I think I’ll take a little look if you don’t mind.” The man said, knowing that Bernard minded extremely. He read the small inscription on the heart. “‘I’m just a call away.’ Aw, how cute, Bernie. Didn’t know you were such a romantic. Now, what’s inside, I wonder. Let’s see… oh my god.” Bernard cringed at the reaction, watching Jack’s mouth gape wide open as he opened the locket and saw the picture that was inside. The winter spirit laughed, tilting his head towards the elf. “A human? Really, Bernie, I’m surprised at you.”

“Give it back.” Bernard hissed but was ignored.

“I’ve seen this girl before!” Jack realized. “She’s Santa’s kid’s little friend! What, were you gonna give this to her when she came to the North Pole? I bet you were.” Jack shut the locket, reading the inscription once more. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were in love with this girl.”

Bernard didn’t answer. He hadn’t really thought about that before. Yes, he knew that his feelings for you were no longer platonic. He liked you very much. But love?

The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

“Good thing I know better.” Jack tossed the locket back to Bernard, who barely caught it, having been too wrapped up in his thoughts. But Bernard also caught Jack’s tone, like he knew something that Bernard didn’t.

“So what if I do, Frost? It’s none of your business either way.” Bernard quickly pocketed the necklace so Jack wouldn’t take it again.

Jack raised an icy eyebrow, leaning forward to become face-to-face with Bernard.

“So what if you do?” Jack mocked, soon laughing. “She’s a human, short stuff. And you are an elf. No amount of magic could ever fix that.” Jack straightened up, taking pride in the way Bernard’s expression fell. “Unless, of course, you retire, which we both know would never happen. And she could never stay here; she has a life to live in the real world.”

“But I love her…” Bernard said it half as a realization and half as a counter to Jack’s argument. He gripped the heart-shaped locket tightly as if it could shut Jack Frost’s mouth for good.

“If you really loved her, Bernie, you’d let her go.” Jack grinned at Bernard’s gloominess. But the elf didn’t see that, because he kept his head down and eyes locked on his shoes. “It’s only fair, really. She’d eventually become miserable, being stuck at the North Pole with you. Growing older and older while you don’t age a day. Wondering what kind of life she could’ve had.”

Bernard took in Jack’s words, each one making him panic more and more. Jack Frost was right, as much as he hated to admit it. You would be miserable here. And he didn’t want to leave, at least not now. But time was on his side and not yours.

“But hey! What do I know?” Jack slapped Bernard on the shoulder and skipped off, probably reveling in the fact that he had caused such trouble and was now wandering off to see if he could cause some more.

But Bernard felt frozen to the front steps of the workshop. He couldn’t face you, not right now, not when he was like this.

Realizing your arrival time was in just a few short hours, Bernard raced inside and to the lodging area of the workshop. He skidded to a stop in front of your room. You had become such a regular guest during the holidays that Bernard had taken it upon himself to put your name on the bedroom door.

He walked in, seeing that the room was exactly as you had last left it. He took the locket from his pocket and gently placed it on one of your pillows. Bernard was about to leave it at that, but he quickly decided it wasn’t enough. You deserved more than a little trinket left on your bed.

Bernard decided to write a little note for you to accompany the locket, using the stationary on the desk that sat in the corner of the room. But the little note became a long note, containing confessions and anxious thoughts and apologies.

Bernard placed the note on the pillow with the necklace when it was finally finished. He stared at it for a few seconds before rearranging the two objects differently, hating the sight more and more. In a moment of frustration, Bernard shoved the locket and the note underneath the pillow, not wanting to see it anymore. Then he stormed out before he could freak out any further.

It was better this way, Bernard tried to convince himself. If you found his gift and read the note, you understand. If you didn’t, he supposed that would just be less heartbreak for the both of you. In the end, you’d be happy. Even if he was miserable, Bernard just wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him.

Because, after all, how could an elf ever be with a human?

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Bernard the Elf Taglist: @katerinaval

#agaypanic #bernard the elf x reader #bernard the elf #the santa clause x reader #the santa clause

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just-dino-maggie · 1 year

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Hi love i have a request if you take them?

How about best friend nico & reader and boyfriend jack &reader. Nico speaks German right? Maybe the reader being fluent in german too and the 3 of them hang out and reader and nico kinda drift in their own world talking in German the whole time.. i don’t really care what else haha maybe jack being confused but enjoys seeing his besz friends being besties

Love your work btw!!

Thank you so much for the request its so cool! I hope you like it!

Jack is the love of my life and I never doubt that for a second. Sometimes I think Nico and I are platonic soulmates. I’ve never felt the way I feel for Jack with Nico but Nico just gets me.

I grew up speaking German. My dad was in the military and spent quite a few years stationed there. He loved it there. He adopted aspects of both the culture and the language in our home. Growing up was different then most American households but I love it.

Nico and I speak German to each other a lot. I think it reminds us both of home. I’ve even adopted some of his slang because he speaks Swiss-German. Which has it’s differences compared to the German I speak.

Tonight at dinner with the team and the wags Nico and I sat for over half the dinner talking. I was in my own world and I barely even talked to Jack, my date. My boyfriend. I realized this fact while we were driving back to our place.

“Jack, I’m so sorry I didn’t pay attention to you tonight. That was really rude of me.” I blurt.

He gives me a soft smile then turns his attention back to the road, “It’s okay babe, I don’t mind.”

“I mind.” I say hurt, “I treated you poorly and that’s not okay.”

He shakes his head, “You didn’t treat me poorly. If I wanted to interject I would have. I enjoy seeing that side if you. I know how much you miss home and it makes me happy to see you have a piece of it. I know it makes Nico happy too. I get to have your attention all the time, it would be selfish if I got angry whenever you give someone else your attention.”

My eyes begin to water, he’s so incredibly sweet to me. “I love you.”

“Ich liebe dich auch.” He responds to me in a terrible accent but I adore it none the less.

#jack hughes #nico hischier #nj devils #jack hughes imagine #nhl imagine #nhl #nhl fluff #Jack Hughes fluff #usntdp #usa hockey #swiss hockey

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stonyponyofficial · 11 months

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violer ive always wondered & ur the best person to ask. is there transphobic jokes in adam sandler jack and jill

hello io!!!! you've activated my "she talks about adam sandler for way too long" cutscene so i hope ur ready for that! this is going to lead me to rewatch Jack and Jill (2011) starring Adam Sandler, just so i can give u the full answer bc my Adam scholarship needs to be THOROUGH do u understand???? i hope u can live with the knowledge that uve made me do thjs. also i forgive u. this is a pride month post now btw.

Adam Analysis beneath the cut. tl;dr umm probably not as much as u would imagine like it could be So much worse but its. kinda okay at points too? Theres Nuance.

so even if u havent seen all of Adams many films like i have, maybe ur the average person whos probably only seen 10 or 20 of them who knows. u could probably imagine the kinds of jokes he tells. just general mean spirited ribbing towards anyone who isnt adam or like adam right? standard fare for mainstream movie comedy. so when it comes to Jokes Adam Tells About Women, we basically get two categories: jokes for women adam wants to have sex with, and jokes for women who Adam thinks are undesirable and does not want to have sex with.

when it comes to jokes about trans women, or the closest depiction of trans women an adam sandler film is going to get, they more closely align with the ugly woman jokes, except they arent really seen as women, so the joke is just kind of "ur a man!" when its literally a male friend of adam's in a dress pretending to be a trans woman, u know? not fun (btw friend of adam is the new horrible slang for id'ing other gay people tell everyone u know). there are only a feeew instances from what i remember of a stock crossdresser/trans woman joke character even being in a Sandler film, and usually u can like feel the disgust everyone has for these characters for like the 10 secodns theyre on screen to be joked at.

in Jack and Jill however, theres like.. kinda none of that. like shes jacks twin sister at the end of the day and everyone gets along with her because shes family even if shes loud and annoys people. spoilers for... jack and jill... but the whole plot is jack learning to love his sister again and not be annoyed by her very presence, learning the importance of family along the way. the jokes are mostly "god i hate my loud and annoying twin sister" more than anything. from what I remember anyway (this is before my rewatch btw this is just preliminary info jeez), the jokes are more aligned with undesirable women jokes toward jill than flat out transphobia (say, "ur even manlier than ur brother wow!" vs "u are a man") anyway i will now be watching Jack and Jill (2011) starring Adam Sandler so ill be right back.

okay hi. so they definitely characterize jill as being i guess the larger presence of the two, like they show a home movie montage of the two growing up and thats continually the joke in those clips that shes just "more than" jack. hairier, fartier, stronger, but also more emotional and familial, as in wanting to be close with her twin brother than he would like to be with her. in these ways shes made to be both more masculine and more feminine than jack. although shes made to be more masculine, as the film defines it, it then has many moments where its like "yeah despite her just being adam sandler in a dress, shes 'actually a woman'" like, if anything these moments are transphobic in that they ask "is Jill a guy?" and usually the answer is "no of course not shes a real woman not some man in a dress!" not said with such explicit terms but it's then implied by asking the question that it would be worse if the answer was yes. the first of these woman affirming instances is the honestly the best, so i will describe it for u thus, because youre here for analysis that is also just plot summary Goddamn It.

so theyre all in a movie theater when jill gets a call and starts talking really loudly, annoying everyone as the film has her do. jack calls her a psycho and she starts crying and runs out of the theater. one theatergoer remarks "way to make a chick cry, dude." and another inquires, "that was a chick?" and as jack runs to get jill he pours his popcorn on the guy and shuts him down like "yeah that was a chick!" like in one light its just the film reminding us and affirming and that she is in fact a real, normal cisgendered woman through adam owning this guy epically, but if ur absolutely insane you could see this as the biggest Adam Sandler Trans Ally W if there were to ever be one. just. compared to everywhere else that couldve gone, its. good? to see adam actually defending the "man in a dress" comedic character for once. even if it had to be him in the dress while being 100% cis, actually, for him to cool it with the transphobic remarks.

another moment is when jill is lifted by her soccer team to celebrate her helping win a match... yeah dont worry the context wont help... so as shes being lifted someone looks under her dress and is like "yeah shes not a guy" and gives another guy money like they made a bet? probably the weirdest example. but then she also makes sure to mention later that she does have periods so we all know the character of Jill Sadelstein played by Adam Sandler from Jack and Jill (2011) starring Adam Sandler twice, is in fact a real woman. idk like its playing into the comedy of this just being adam sandler saying that and like "haha hes not a woman" but idk if i would call that transphobic, one could perhaps say hes doing drag for this movie and like drag performers play with that all the time right?

idk it feels like the movie hairspray where the role of the mom is played by a man in a dress where that's just kinda the joke about it the whole time but it's still drag and kinda taken seriously?is that transphobic? eh probably a little. if anythjng it just feels like a drag performance in kinda poor taste where ur waiting for him to say the things he's said before about man in dress characters and then. he just doesn't?. uhhh llike later on theres a part where jack dresses as jill to try and fool al pacino who is in love with jill btw. al pacino is in love with jill but she doesnt like him back so she wont go meet him. anyway jack is getting changed in the bathroom and theres an attendant there who sees him come out full jillmoding. he proceeds to grope jacks fake melon boobs to adjust them and gives an approving italian hand smooch 🤌 mwah u know. its a little okay. i like it.

um there is also a moment where the joke is that pretransition caitlyn jenner is there, but its 2011 so she hadn't come out yet. its jarring and feels very transphobic bc they deadname her, but it was before she came out so that was... just her name at the time. so its okay, but feels wrong. a very strange coincidence for some of the only transphobia coming from this movie when it could have it fucking everywhere to be completely unintended and the result of someone just transitioning after the movie was done being made.... didnt know where to put this observation but it had to be known.

All Of This being said tho, u kinda need to have adam-vision like me to have a tolerance for his... we'll call them antics. only after many other sandler films did i get to this one and be like "oh wow that wasn't that bad given what i was expecting!" its still not a good movie, but compared to every single other one hes made or been in, its like. definitely in the middle of the pack. if we can take adam sandler acting in drag being the kinda silent joke for an hour and a half its. an okay watch. best watched with friends so u can talk about it/over it if u want. i would perhaps even call it camp at times if i had worse judgement. it definitely could have been worse! then again maybe i truly am numb to adam and i just didnt see anything wrong with it who knows! i am possibly completely full of shit. hope this helps 👍

#violet originals #adamposting #thank u for the opportunity to adampost io :3 i will do it again if we arent careful

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ferris-the-wheel · 3 months

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Hi!! How are you doing :)

For your event can I request an interaction with my oc, Poppy with Epel? For the event (twst) ❤️💜💚

They are friends to lovers btw :D

You can write in narrative or Epel's perspective-

They can have a simple hang out interaction

The time line matches around between Book 5-6

And Poppy gets along with Jack and Rook

{ Canon Characters Meet OCs! }

ೃ⁀➷ Included characters: Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, and Jack Howl.

ೃ⁀➷ Perspective: Jack Howl (hope you don't mind ^^')

A/N: IT POSTED EARLY HELP-

ೃ⁀➷ Friends to lovers (mutual crushes since I wasn't sure if they're already dating at this point).

ೃ⁀➷ ❤️/💜/💚

TW: None

Epel was walking down the corridor when he suddenly stopped. Jack, who was walking next to him, stopped as well.

"Epel? What's wrong?" Jack asked. Epel's cheeks tinged red and he stuttered. "N- nothing. Oh look, there's Poppy. Let's go say hi!" Epel hurried toward the ginger-haired girl, leaving Jack to quickly follow him.

"Hey Poppy!" Epel said as he approached. Jack noted that the petite girl was accompanied by a few other Rosantèe members, but as soon as Epel called out, they started giggling and a few left.

"Oh, sorry. I didn’t bother you guys, did I?" Epel asked, but Poppy shook her head. "Nope! They had to go anyways." She explained with a happy smile. Jack stood a little further behind Epel, watching their interaction. He saw that Epel's face was a bit flushed. It clicked in Jack's brain. Oh.

"Hey, Jack." Poppy said, her and Epel's conversation having paused. Jack blinked. "Hi. How are you today?" He asked. Poppy laughed. "I'm doing alright!"

Her smile was infectious and the two boys couldn't help but smile long with her. They started walking down the corridor, Epel and Poppy still chatting away.

"So, Poppy, do you have any plans for today?"

"Um... oh yeah! I was planning on going apple picking. Do you want to come with?"

"Really? Sure, I'll come!"

Poppy looked over at Jack, who was walking on Epel's left side. "Jack, what about you? Do you want to come apple picking with us?" Jack, who'd only been half paying attention, responded quickly: "Huh- oh, um, sure." Poppy gave a cheer at his response and she began skipping along beside Epel.

"After we're done picking apples, let's have a picnic! I'll bring the food, don't worry!" She added, then stopped next to a classroom door. "Well, this is me!" She explained. Epel and Jack both nodded and Poppy waved before slipping into the classroom.

It hadn't even been two seconds before she popped her head back out. "Oh, you guys don't mind apple pie, do you?" The boys both shook their heads. "I love apple pie." Epel chimed in. Poppy giggled and disappeared inside the classroom once more.

Jack glanced briefly at Epel and suppressed a laugh when he saw that Epel's face was bright red. Jack started walking away. "Come on, we're going to be late for alchemy." He said and Epel jumped as though he hadn't been paying attention. "Oh- yeah! I really don't want to make Professor Crewel mad at us." He said the last part with a sigh and hurried to catch up with Jack.

Okay- so I accidently posted this early but its fine :D Anyways, I hope yall liked it (especially @justm3di0cr3, I hope I portrayed Poppy's personality properly)! Sorry that it was shorter than my normal fics but I'm willing to make a part two! Feel free to send in more requests :)

#canon characters meet ocs #epel x oc #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #answering an ask ♡

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rockybloo · 3 months

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hello!! (love your art btw it scratches a part of my brain in a good way) apologies if it's already been asked or something else but who are your oldest oc's? I'm just curious

THANK YOU

And I don't think I've really answered this before (or at least not in a good long while) so excuse this essay dump here...

If we are talking "Who out of the lineup you actively use now are the oldest", it'd be my Beanstalked cast. But I never truly get rid of an OC. They all live on forever and occasionally get reinvented into a newer being. So if we are talking about my OLDEST OCs in general, they are actually none of the ones you guys have been seeing me post on this blog frequently.

Before Glitter and Guilt, Bondwidth, Beanstalked, literally EVERYONE you see as part of my main story lineup, I had a entirely different cast of Rockstars.

Off the top of my head, I recall one story being called Mythical Mayhem and the other being called Zodiac Fighterz. Both of which were made during my middle school days (though Zodiac Fighterz might have been near the end of elementary as I recall one of my first days of middle school was me drawing the main character on the whiteboard for class...the memory still haunts me)

Mythical Mayhem was about a friendly demon named Spike (who was basically the Jack of my old OCs: a very good boy who could do no wrong and made friends with everyone) who wanted to become a guardian angel...but as a demon. A guardian demon basically. But he kept running into folks that didn't trust him due to being a demon-so it was basically a never ending journey of him winning people over by being wholesome and collecting pals.

The cast was filled with OCs based off mythical creatures. I had a whole map of the world and regions and flags and EVERYTHING before I just dipped out mentally from it.

Zodiac Fighterz was basically my magical girl series before Glitter and Guilt. It was made when I learned about the 12 Chinese Zodiac animals as a wee kid. The story was about a random group of teens who had been marked with one of the 12 zodiac animals fighting crime under the guidance of a talking cat and having to use their animal abilities to fight against a group of evil cat people and the corrupted animals they'd make using blood magic...let it be known this is what little baby me was writing and drawing after getting home from elementary school.

I do not have the original designs from baby me's times of drawing them as those were literally on paper with colored pencils and are currently buried in my notebooks as, just like with my OCs, I rarely ever throw out my own physical art. That sounds so deep but...it's just bc I live in a constant state of "but what if I need this for reference later".

HOWEVER I do have this 2017 pic I drew of some redesigns for everyone.

Both of these stories are retired but I do plan to recycle some of these characters into my new stories. All my OCs live in the same storyverse so no one is truly gone anyways.

#ask #ask: spike #ask: mythical mayhem #ask: zodiac fighterz

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snowyyyw · 10 months

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Jack Frost x Halloween!Fem!Reader

Part 1:Me? A Guardian? Pft-! Funny!

This is a jack frost x Halloween!Reader. The reader basically Hu Tao from Gensin impact, and only 2 children can see her.

I hope you enjoy this<3!

It was a cold day, but Sacha(Reader) didn't care about the cold and went outside to play with kids.

"Sacha is here!" One of them yelled

"Hi! How are my soldiers doing? Are you guys good?" I say as I bend down to their high.

After some time, most of the children were gone to home, so it's just that Sacha and James were outside.

"Sacha, can we explore the forest?" James asked whit puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, of course we can." she said as she held her hand for James to hold. As they were collecting mushrooms and chatting, Sacha heard a sound behind bushes.

"James, get behind me." I say and take out my knife

"Sacha..?" James said, his voice shaking.

"It's gonna be okay, darling. Now climb that tree behind us, okay?" I heard him climbing and take my eyes off from the bushes and look at him.

"If is it a bear or a coyote, I will get them away, and you will run to the village, okay?"

"But... what about you? I can't leave you behind..!" I was gonna talk back but shut my mouth when I heard growls from the bushes and coyotes start to come near me looked pissed.

"Suit the plan," I say before running off. As I ran, I saw all of them was behind, none of them there to attack James. I ran to the cliff and looked behind with a sad smile after that it's become dark for me.

I wake up to see a man standing right beside me. He looked like Deaht Eater from the stories used to tell the kids about. After than a voice from the sky called me

"Your name is Sacha Woods, and you are the spirit of Halloween"

"I'm a what?" I say as I looked at the moon

"We gonna be working together. I'm Deaht Eater btw" he said.

"And I'm Sacha Woods, I guess." it was silent between us for a while.

"Soo.. what are we gonna do together?" I asked him, but he was still looking at the sky.

"I'm gonna bring you the animal souls, and they are gonna help you with your holiday"

"Ohh.. okay" I say as I get up

"See you soon, then." I say, smiling before I start to walk away. I know this forest so I walk to the willage I know. As I get to the willage, I see people upset about something. Then I see james.

"Yo James!" I say as I ran in front of him

"I'm glad you are okay, mate!" I tried to give him a hug, but I can't. He just went through me.

"What?" I say whit a shaking voice

"Hey! Daphne!" I say the girl whit a hope

"It's me, Sacha guys!" I say spinning around.

"It wasn't your fault, James.." Daphne says to the boy next to him. As they start to walk away, all of them go through me. That it hit me.

"I'm I dead?" I say, looking around to see a picture of me with flowers around it.

It was a snow day at town. I was looking at the kids have a snow ball fight between each other. I was gonna leave, but I see my favorite twins coming on my way.

"How are my favorite twins doing today?" I say as i looked at them. They were first and the only bleivers I got. We talked till their mother called for them. They go to their home, and I stay on top of the tree looking at the sky.

"Why? Why me?" I say looking at the moon.

"If you're not gonna talk, then why you choose me?"

★At the North Pole★

The bunny and North were arguing on whose holiday is more important when man in the moon or for short Manny get into the view.

"Oh! Man in the moon! Long time no see old friend! Sandy, why didn't you tell us?" Sandy looked so done whit them.

"Pitch..!" Tooth says, looking at the shadow that just appeared.

"What are we gonna do then, Manny?" North asked, looking at the moon. After that, a crystal starts to rise from the ground.

"He's choosing a new guardian!" Tooth say whit a exited voice.

"Why would we need one?" Bunny says, rolling his eyes.

As they waited, a figure popped up.

"Jack Frost?" North say in a suprized voice

"Jack frost! Why him?!" Bunny say annoyed.

"There is one more!" Tooth says this time.

"Two?!" North tell at exited.

"Sacha Woods?" Bunny says and laughs in an annoyed tone

"A prank Star and a Devil side? Come on, Manny!"

"It's okay as long they helped us, right?" Tooth say, and sanndy nods at her comment.

"You don't understand! Jack doesn't care about kids! All his doing is ruin my Easter day! And Sacha? She is on the devil side! We can't trust her!"

"How you know she is on the devil side?" Tooth asked this time.

"I just know, okay!" Bunny says as he turns his back.

★Back to Sacha★

As I was walking through the streets, I saw gold sand in the sky.

"You see that?" I say, smiling to my cat with me.

"Let's go and see!" I say as he jumped my shoulder, and I start to fly towards the electrical wires. I touch one of them and it's shape as craved pumpkins and spin around my head.

My cat shadow was copying me on the other hand. As he touches the sand, it's shaped as fish. I giggle at the picture I was seeing.

I was having fun with my pet but suddenly something ran behind me. Me begin stupid, follow it to a dark alley, and look around.

"Hey! It's so nice seeing you!" A feminen voice rang my ears.

"Tooth Fariy?" I say as I let my guard down.

"Did you get mad at all the candy I'm giving to children?" I say, smirking.

"That's too, but right now it's not" I was confused.

"What-" I lifted up by a yeti from my collar.

"Hey! Let go!" I say as I tried to kick the yeti. I see them took shadow

"Give back my cat!" They trow me into a bag and start moving.

"Right on the time, Tooth!" A voice said, coming towards us. The yetis trow me on the ground so I was free and could go out. As I was getting out of the bag, I saw 2 elfs' looking at me.

"No way!-" I say as i get up from the ground.

"Sacha Wood, it's good to see you, my friend!" North say white opening his arms. I flew away from them and look at them.

"So how was your trip here? Was it good?" North asked

"Yeah! I'm so down for throwing into bags and then a yeti throwing me into a macig portal! This was awesome!" I say in a joking manner

"Good! It was my plan, actually!" North says in an exited voice.

"Soo- why I'm here?" I asked while bending down to pat an elf that brought me cookies.

"We'll wait for one more person," North says, and I lean towards a pillar. After some time, someone -whit the same way as me- brought to the north's place. After answering his questions. We finally get to the point.

"You guys are the new guardians!" North say and the music began, and little Tooth fries tried to give us necklaces from our own symbols. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Pft-JSVSJSB Me? A guardian? Jokes on you, I'm not looking to stuck in a place and do work all day" I said leaning against the table.

"I don't wanna be a guardian" I say as Shadow get on my shoulder and I pet him

"Me either," Jack said this time.

"Of course you guys want to be guardians! Music!"

"No music!" Me and Jack said at the same time and used our powers at the same time as well. So it just creates a cloudy mess around us.

Have a good day<3!!(ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)

#jack frost x reader #x reader #rise of the guardians #rotg jack frost #rotg tooth #rotg x reader #rotg bunnymund #rotg #bunnymund #toothiana

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moregraceful · 6 months

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Trick or treat! (I would really love another director’s commentary of a part of Fragments, if you’re in the mood)

(the trick or treat ask about Fragments was from me, Dragonsthough101-my tumblr is just being weird)

OH i was wondering where you went because I hadn't seen you in a while!! Glad it is shadowbanning and not anything too too bad I hope?

director's commentary on the scene pre-locker room sex...

Nick showers quickly and heads down to the room alone, thinking of nothing in particular. He doesn’t know what Nico wants from him. Nico can have it, whatever it is; they’re friends now. They text regularly. Nick wouldn’t mind giving him whatever he wants. THE GROWTH!! Or something like it. Nick trusts Nico in ways he doesn’t trust any other person on the planet.

He sits down on the bed and waits for Nico, tossing his phone from hand to hand until he gets a text from Nico. Guys want to leave, he says. Time to go home. If you need a break from Montreal, Switzerland is nice in the summer. There’s a short sequel in here about Nick going to Switzerland for a two week vacation, getting absolutely wrecked by Nico every single day, drinking expensive wine on picnic hikes with Jonas Siegenthaler and Nico, and basically recovering from the season through the power of gay sex, Nico Hischier's big heart, and not being in Montreal.

Nick grins and gets off the bed. It’s good of Nico to end the year by making sure none of his guys get in the room with Nick’s and sour the final game of the season, especially a game that was so tight. He wouldn’t have thought of that, but he’s keeping it in mind for next year. Nico is a leader and he’s teaching Nick how to cope!!!!

He heads back to the locker room. It’s empty, which doesn’t bother him. Guys are ready to move on. He is too.

He dresses in his suit. While he’s doing up his buttons, Cole comes in with two cups of tea in paper cups from the trainers’ room. He sits down in Nick’s stall. “Here,” he says. “I made it.” To be clear Cole is making tea for Nick because he assumes Nick’s throat is sore for one reason or another.

Nick takes the cup even though his shit is half-buttoned. He sips the tea. It’s lukewarm, like Cole got bored waiting for the kettle to boil and poured the water early. He sets it down on the seat next to Cole and finishes his buttons. “Thanks.” Nick ofc does not understand the meaning of lukewarm tea.

“What did Hischier want?” Cole asks.

“Nothing,” says Nick. “He left with his team. I think he wanted to make sure none of his guys were able to end our season on a bad note.”

“Oh,” says Cole. He watches as Nick tucks his suit shirt into his pants. “That’s nice of him.”

“He’s a good guy,” says Nick. He starts putting his belt on, stringing it through the loops. “He’s been helping me.”

“Him and Jack are close,” says Cole. “Like, really close.” It’s so funny to me and I mean also very deranged that Cole holds onto this information literally the entire season and only drops it after the season is over. Btw my best friend is dating Nico Hischier who you have been relying on for emotional support this entire season and were fully prepared to get fucked by just now.

Also very interesting to think about relationship dynamics in this fic? Like if dubiously consensual sex is part and parcel of being an NHLer, then your relationships kind of spring up around that and necessarily make space for the winner’s room and I think sex as a concept becomes very fluid for a lot of these men. Like it’s not any kind of commitment to have sex with someone in this world, it’s simply a thing you do or are forced to do. Maybe this is the Protestant in me speaking, but it was fun for me to think about how clearly delineated sex and romance are. even in the sequel I mentioned above where Nick goes on his Switzerland vacation, that’s not romance, that’s recovery.

Nick pauses, hands on his belt buckle. He looks up at Cole. “How close?”

“Like you and me, but more,” says Cole. He holds Nick’s gaze. “Like, they’re real.” Cole was down sooooo atrocious in this fic but we never see it bc Nick is fully in his agonies and can’t see a damn thing.

Nick finishes with his belt and picks up his tie off the seat next to Cole. He places it around his neck. It explains some things, he thinks. Nico was able to pinpoint why Nick got violent about Cole because he was the same way about Jack. ALSO very interesting to think about Nico’s early years as captain with Jack. I like to think PK helped him through a lot of it. He was so young, man.

Nick wonders how Nico does it, holds Jack in one part of his heart and watches him in the room in another. Maybe because he’s European and takes the room less personally than Nick. Or because he’s used to it, the thick, uncomfortable feelings in his chest. For Nick it’s like…he was SO man on an island all season that he couldn’t even begin to sort through threads of romance and friendship and captaincy and sex and what any of that meant. He was so focused on survival – for all of his guys, but particularly Cole – that he couldn’t even process what constituted meaningful relationships and meaningful kinds of sex. He was kinda in crisis mode all year, he just wanted to protect his guys and he didn’t feel like he could!!!!

Or maybe he trusts that everything will work itself out in the end. Maybe he’s not afraid like Nick is. Or maybe it took him a couple years to adjust too. Or maybe he was more willing to accept help, or ask for help. Or maybe sometimes he still gets upset and unhappy about how people treat his guys and he has to go home and scream in the shower. We Just Don’t Know. Captain Nico and his big big heart :(

Cole is watching him, waiting. He’s been waiting for a while, Nick thinks. He’s been waiting for Nick for a long time while Nick let his fear choke him. He’s been waiting too long. Nick can’t be afraid anymore. To be fair, Cole was also very afraid and he was waiting because he was afraid what would happen if he put his cards on the table. The story had to happen on Nick’s timeline bc it’s Nick’s POV lol but also bc while Cole holds Nick’s heart, Nick holds a lot of power over Cole – again what if he decides he won’t be in the room with Cole, what if he decides Cole doesn’t need to be protected…what if he leaves Cole alone. (HE NEVER WOULD!!!!)

Nick leaves his tie hanging half-done around his neck. He steps between Cole’s legs. Cole sets down his cup. I had to stop commentating here because the smut is excruciating, but it’s very funny to thinking about Nick is like getting dressed in his game day suit you know putting on his good clean hockey boy armor and then just. Destroying it with some absolutely bizarre locker room sex lol.

#cage replies #dragonsthough101 #cw again for winner's room and all that that entails

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Scrimbly Jacqueline 9/52: Jacquie's term as Jack Frost in the Santa Clauses.

Yeah, you heard me right! I am stepping my toes into the series with my beloved blorbos. ME! WHO HAS NOT STOPPED COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW BAD THE SERIES IS!

Lore/musings and pre-edited scrimbly under the cut!

RIGHT SO. YEAH! AFTER TWO SEASONS OF JUST THE WORST WRITING AND NONE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND BONES BUT NO MEAT, I HAVE FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW EXACTLY CS WOULD WORK IN A TSCS UNIVERSE bc, imo, there's no way these two are from the same universe. NO way.

Right, so here's what's going on with Jack and the Frosts in tscs, and why Jacquie is ROCKING this fit. I will try to be succinct:

Jack thaws, changes, reunites with the fam, blah blah blah. Santa's very untrusting and this does not change, and I think maybe the events of CS happen the same way but Santa is a HUGE DICK the ENTIRE TIME.

Blah, blah, Pyros happens, yadda yadda, things go on and Santa just keeps getting worse--refuses to see that Jack has changed, starts saying boomer-esque things in Council meetings, to the point where every Council member can't stand him--and Jack gets the brunt of it

He complains to the fam. Winter and Blaise are like, we do NOT fuck with this Santa guy. Jacqueline is ready to throw down the more Jack tells her about things he says/does at meetings

She's like "Jack. Jack. Please. Let me at him. PLEASE."

Jack's like "We'll file that away for later."

Finally Jack has HAD it, he is too cute and pretty and has worked far too hard for this ABUSE to be levelled at him at the hands of Santa Claus. He's worth it! He knows when to take care of HIMSELF. This is a TOXIC WORK ENVIRONMENT and he will NOT be having ANY MORE OF IT

He steps tf down, Jacqueline takes over, and she is FERAL. She's WORSE than Jack. She makes things a NIGHTMARE for Santa. I have a whole THING planned for how s2 goes with her in Jack's place >:3

And THAT is what's going on here! Jacqueline has stepped up and is ready to THROW DOWN WITH SANTA who is wholly, wholly unprepared

OUTFIT BACKGROUND TIME!

The vest IS JACK'S! She steals it from him! (Santa thinks the vest works the way the Santa jacket does. Jacqueline does not correct him. In fact, she spins a terrifying tall tale of how she killed her predecessor for the spot and took the vest off his slushy, dead, body. Jack thinks it's gd hilarious. Santa is fear.jpeg)

Her hair is still snowy but with more blue and is POOFIER. It is constantly tangled/windswept. POOF BABY.

Speaking of poof: apparently it is PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE for Jacqueline to NOT wear poofy sleeves. Idk why. SO! Poof sleeve dress shirt! I used to have one just like it and I MISS it, it was so elegant~

Skirt is FIT AND FLARE BABY! Or skater skirt style. She thought of bringing back the pencil skirt and went "fuck that", she needs to MOVE and GROOVE

BIKE SHORTS! I am so sorry everyone who has done Jacquie art for this lil fact I'm about to drop on you all: she wears BIKE SHORTS under her dresses and skirts ALL THE TIME. Stops chafing and if she does a flip she's not worried about flashing people, and they are way more comfy than LEGGINGS. Cold doesn't bug her, anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(She is also prone to overheating easily. Summer sprite blood, everyone expects; I think she's just got too much energy all the time and it keeps her warm)

I did not draw them BUT with this cool work casual ish fit, she still wears her worn grimy leather boots. She's truly the messiest icon.

GREAT friends with the rest of the Claus fam btw; but NOT Scott. And the more she hears from his fam, the angrier she gets lol

AH I am SO EXCITED to unleash this design on y'all. I have been thinking about tscs!cs NON STOP this month! NON STOP! Also, February appears to be the month of FASHION JACQUELINE scrimbles, lol

I tried a lil something different with the hair! Did the messy lines in a light blue then went over it with my very light blue almost white watercolour marker. I like it!

Jack's vest is SO low cut tbh, WILDIN. Very excited when I saw that I DID have a metallic silver prismacolour pencil crayon! It looks GREAT on the VEST and it SHOWED UP IN THE PHOTO! I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD! :D

Very proud of her hands!! And the way the watercolours worked on her glowy magic hand was AMAZING. I cackled the entire time I coloured this post lining it >:)

Anyway that's all the ramblies for this scrimbly for now. I have a bunch of other silly doods for this lil au? ??? ??? of sorts??? I uh, I prepped for this scrimbly unintentionally. Just started doodling the scenes in my head from this version of cs, so there's some funny lil scrimbles coming your way, eh. Thursday? We'll see! I have one more I NEED to draw out then I will be at peace.

Or I'm a big ol' liar and I will 100% write this whole thing and wake up 100k words later very confused.

Anyway, take the non-edited scrimble! I have yet to find a bright enough place in my house OR at work to take a decent photo of art without shadow or fucky lighting. Ah well. Maybe one day ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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hughjidiot · 8 months

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Hey, did you know that the reason that Anne doesn’t show emotion towards all the stuff that happened in true colors in season 3b is because Matt had to compartmentalize stuff like that all the time when he grew up in Thailand, and he wanted to show that in Anne? (feel free to correct me on any of this btw, these are only faint memories and I’m honestly just hoping you saw the post that talked about this stuff too)

Yeah I've heard of that. Don't think I've given my thoughts on it though, so I guess now is as good a time as any.

I'll be perfectly honest: this still doesn't change my opinion that Anne not showing any emotions over the events of True Colors is one of the worst parts of season 3A.

Even if she was repressing her emotions, they still needed to show us evidence that she was repressing because animation is a visual medium. What ever goes on inside of a character's head doesn't mean jack shit. What matters is what we as the audience are shown. Something like that works much better in a book, like say Marcy's Journal: in Anne's section we get to delve into her thoughts and see her turmoil over what happened because she's telling us directly. In just the show itself though none of that is present because aside from the end of Froggy Little Christmas, we don't see any indication that Anne is thinking about her friends at all.

Not to sound like a broken record, but if they wanted to show that Anne was repressing her feelings I think they could've shown that by sprinkling more moments like the end of FLC throughout 3A. We see background details that reference Sasha and Marcy, like their initials in Anne's bedpost and Sasha's graffiti tags. By simply showing Anne noticing these details and reacting to them, like looking sad and quickly turning away, that would've been a subtle but effective way of showing that Anne does miss and is worried about her friends, without having to go into detail about it or even reference the events of True Colors at all.

So yeah, even if Matt was trying to do a cultural thing it still doesn't absolve Amphibia season 3A of its poor storytelling, at least in my view.

#hugh jidiot answers #amphibia #amphibia season three #anne boonchuy

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chewing on chrysijacks like they're a salad...... i wanna know more abt chrysijacks fairy au bc theyre soooooo aoiauurhghh....holds my hands out

so glad u asked… the fairy au ver of chrysijacks makes me want to gnaw my hand off because wdym they were acting like a married couple since age 13!!!!!!!!! they’ve wanted each other for so long but jacks never got the courage to ask chrysi out and she leaves him!!!!!!!

okay okay, anyway. basically chrysi had the ability to fly up until she turned 12. some other asshole kids were bullying her (and specifically lured jacks away so he couldn’t protect chrysi…) and a wild animal got involved, thought she was prey, and attacked. she escaped with her life, but not without getting one of her wings ripped off and the other crushed. chrysi wound up getting them fixed / reattached (partially out of vanity, but she was also a little girl scared of what jst happened to her…), but completely lost flight :(

jacks winds up stepping in and essentially lives at her home part time while he helps shuttle chrysi around ☹️ everyone with eyes can see that he loves her sososo much, but jacks vehemently denies it. castor eventually comes to the conclusion that if jacks doesn’t want chrysi, then he’ll flirt with her instead. this makes jacks so fucking jealous and it’s sad that he’s so lame abt it 😭

one thing leads to another, and.. mostly chrysi doesn’t like castor’s flirting, and castor steps it up to the point of putting chrysi in situations where she HAS to rely on him to get her out of them (i.e. taking chrysi to the forest floor, when he knows that she can’t fly away). he always promises jacks that he’ll look out for chrysi, but it still makes jacks anxious because !! that’s the girl he loves!!! and jacks knows what chrysi needs in terms of keeping her safe / what she can do on her own!! he’s had time to figure out the perfect balance for communicating with her and keeping her safe, but castor hasn’t, and it blows right up in castor’s face when chrysi winds up being captured by a human (hiiii, azure)

understandably, jacks is pissed off at castor—but most importantly, he’s so scared for chrysi that he’s abt to pass out. his best friend girlfriend…! he sets out to start searching for chrysi the MOMENT castor tells jacks what he accidentally did. (end of jacks and castor best friendship, i think..)

chrysi’s being kept safe by azure this whole time, btw. actually, she’s having a lot of fun? azure feels horrible that he accidentally kidnapped a fairy (he couldn’t tell when he put her in a jar because he wasn’t wearing his glasses 💀), so he’s making small obstacle courses and making tiny terrariums for chrysi to explore and stuff… they actually become rlly close friends here 😭 i 🖤 chryzure in all lifetimes. sorry jacks, ik this is abt ur relationship w chrysi, but. like. azure..

jacks DOES eventually find chrysi, but in his attempts to use his magic to save her, he, um. he accidentally turns azure into a fairy? or he shrunk him down accidentally, rather, and in doing so, he sacrificed his ability to fly 💀 so now there are three very small ppl in a human household and none of them can fly. great breakout attempt everyone, time to hit the showers…

castor eventually finds them, because he felt bad abt what happened to chrysi and was helping jacks in his attempts to find her. he’s the one who winds up returning them home (plus azure, who is VERY confused by everything going on).

there, chrysi and jacks agree that it’s best to pretend that azure’s a fairy they found who had his wings ripped off, and that jacks lost his ability to fly because of the, um, trauma that occurred while trying to save chrysi. everyone believes it, but it comes at the price of jacks’s reputation 💀

as time goes on, however, azure actually does start to grow wings? it’s super painful for him and he has no fucking clue why it’s happening!!! and jacks keeps going to various doctors in his attempts to regain his ability to fly, but he eventually gets the news that it’s likely he’ll never fly again. which.. he hates! he can’t walk everywhere, that’s a life worse than death!! <- says this to chrysi, who is extremely unsympathetic. chrysijacks get into a fight over this btw, because chrysi thinks it’s cruel that he would call her a charity case for all their years of friendship together.. mostly jacks said that because he’s bad at communication 😭 they’re horrible together.. i love them…

tbh, this doesn’t end well for chrysijacks, because they eventually piece together that the reason jacks can’t fly and why azure’s growing wings is because jacks’s abilities are being transferred to azure. so, in the end, they figure out a way to turn azure back into a human …. and chrysi asks to also be changed into a human, so she can be with him. and also because the human lifestyle appeals to her? and she breaks jacks’s heart…. sad end for jacks!!! sucks for him!!!!!!!! all that time together, and she leaves him….. :(((

#.asks #m.moon🎀#s.chrysijacks #s.chryzure #au.fairy #love LOSES!!!!!#…. tbh i’ve also got a thumbelina chrysijacks au where they end up happy together but im rlly thinking hard abt chrysijacks divorce.#but they were cute when they were kids!! they’d go everywhere and sleep in flower buds while holding hands .. ☹️#and then jacks was genuinely so sweet and supportive after chrysi lost her ability to fly…#they were cute..! but jacks wasted all his time and when push came to shove he’d grown complacent enough that he didn’t appeal to chrysi #and i mean. it’s hard to compete w azure too 😭#it’s okay most of the time i picture chrysijacks being pretty fairies while holding hands!

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lost-between-letters · 2 years

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Another month we survived! Whew that was a long one and a really short one at the same time? Anyway, I've got a few fics to rec for you guys, I hope you'll enjoy them as much as I did :)

The fics are sorted by fandom and character. Warnings are added as they are provided.

Happy reading!

navigation | reading masterlist (soon to be added)

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Spend The Night by @alloftheimaginesblog

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader

Warnings: none provided

Summary: You spend the night with Eddie but afterwards, you're unsure of where you stand with him now.

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This Blurb by @ddejavvu

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader X Eddie Munson

Warnings: none provided

Summary/Request: This might be terrible, but Eddie and Steve relentlessly teasing you because they think the reader has a crush on someone but the crush is them and Eddie is just being pervy about it while Steve is making light hearted jabs like "I know who you like" and the reader freaks out a bit.

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Private Dance by @natti-ice

Pairing: Stripper!Eddie Munson X fem!reader

warnings: SMUT! Alcohol consumption,lap dance, public sex(?) oral f receiving, p in v (unprotected), doggy style, pulling out!

summary: your friends take you out to help relieve stress, they also get you a early birthday present. A private dance from a male stripper.

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Jonathan Byers

Pairing: Jonathan Byers X Reader

This Blurb by @kurtkunkles

Warnings: none provided

This Blurb by @luveline

Summary/Request: could you write something where joyce finds out about reader and Jonathan? preferably when they are still living in Hawkins but cali is fine too :)

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Warnings: none provided

Pairing: Jonathan Byers X Reader

Summary/Request: congrats on 24k! can i request bestfriend!jonathon to lovers?

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Steve Harrington

This Blurb by @sinclaiirs

Warnings: none provided

Pairing: drunk!Steve Harrington X drunk!Reader

Summary/Request: What about the soft blurb idea of drunk Steve and drunk reader cuddling on the floor? Love your blog btw!!

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Swimming Pools by @jexnrey

warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, nipple play, praise kink, cursing, brief teasing, dirty talk if you squint, innocence kink, heavy making out, pet names like “baby” and “angel”, no specific timeline in st, mentions of sex, drinking and smoking.

Pairing: Steve Harrington X fem!reader

summary: being alone in the swimming pool with steve harrington in the serene, dark night brought up intense feelings that blossomed into a steamy and passionate night.

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This Blurb by @ddejavvu

Warnings: none provided

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader

Summary/Request: Reader and Steve sleeping in the same bed and Reader keeps waking up cold because Steve has pulled all the blankets off of them.

Dean Winchester

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Supernatural

Are You My Girlfriend? by @jawritter

Warning: throws crack and fluff in your face and walks off.

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary/Request: Can you tell me a story of where the reader finds dean when he has no memory and helps him/ takes care of him and she gives him pie that he absolutely loves. The rest is up to you. I love all of your stuff! Please and thank you! 😊💖

This Headcanon by @ohwowimlonley

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Sam Winchester

Warnings: none provided

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Summary: Sam sfw Headcanon for her 100 follower celebration

Taken by @cas-kingdom

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Jack Kline

Warnings: none provided

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader

Summary: The blood of a virgin is needed in many a spell, and Sam and Dean have become accustomed to turning to you. However, after one particular night, they’re about to find out they’re going to have to turn to someone else from now on. And it can’t be Jack.

#eddie munson x reader #jonathan byers x reader #steve harrington x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #jack kline x reader #kat reading tales #fic recs #monthly fic recs

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androgynousblackbox · 1 year

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You really don't have any respect for Dana. The episode will come out in two weeks and will be available on the owl club net and other pirating websites so why can't you watch there? No one is blaming you for not having the third season available in your country, it's literally not your fault but I don't understand how you got that from my ask. I was blaming you for your sense of morality and how you have none towards the crew who don't like getting their episodes leaked. Watching leaked episodes is in no way supporting the creators. Wait two weeks like everyone else. Oh btw I also don't have any episodes available in my country yet I'm still respectful towards Dana but just by looking at your blog you seem like the type to not respect people.

Oh my god, dude, Dana is not going to come and pat you in the head to tell you "you were the one true fan all along, better fan than everyone else, thank you", tone down with the fucking parasocial bullshit for once. Stop using her name as if she is your friend or you know her, that is giving really creepy vibes.

I already watched the episode and haven't even said anything about what happens on it, the fuck do you care. "In no way supports the creators" so? When I said it does? That wasn't anyone's argument. But it doesn't mortally wound them either like you pretend. Literally it doesn't do jack shit to anyone when I decide to watch or not a fucking episode. You might have zero impulse control to not blabbler about every single thing every time you watch something, don't project that shit onto others.

Again, because you clearly didn't read the first time: take it with Disney+ and the whole company if you are that upset over Dana's behalf, because none of the fans is ever going to show more blatant disrespect and be on a position to actually hurt the show like Disney already did. Get upset at that instead of coming here and piss your pants trying to make it my fault this millionaire company sucks. I didn't leak the episode, they did. Take it with them.

Come here again with this and I am going to drop you only spoilers as an answer. Well tagged and everything for everyone else, but only there to fuck you personally over. Try me, dude.

#toh #the owl house #toh leaks

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bonesandthebees · 5 months

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Anyway, I’ve talked a lot about Tommy without talking about Him, so let’s do that.

I was expecting Tubbo to be part of his group, but having him be there as just Tomys friend is so funny. It’s also adorable. (And it probably says a thing or two about how stubborn Tomys is, since he probably refused to go without him). Their dynamic very much gives “Your majesty, this is my emotional support best friend”.

Having Jack as a guard is giving me Stars flashbacks. Probably as intended. It’s funny that he is now Tomys guard instead of Wilbur’s. I was not expecting Puffy, but I probably should have. She’s there to make sure Tomys behaves, but she still has a lot of work to do about the etiquette. She also gives me the vibes of someone who deserves a raise.

Side note: did Niki or Quackity come with extra entourage? Like Niki was a baby, but Quackity was similar in age. Or is this unusual? (Also, I love the throne and crown, I’m sure that doesn’t have any ominous relation to certain tags on this fic)

Anyway, Tomys first impression reflects very badly on Sam. As we learn in chapter 3, everyone figures out why Tomys is there. And he’s clearly a bad first choice as a heir. (As in, if Sam were to die right now, Tomys would do terribly compared to Niki or Quackity).

He comes off as just a kid, which he is, but that’s not something you can be in this situation. None of the other kids got to have a normal childhood. On top of that Tomys is kinda a little brat, for a noble child at least, and not in the way those kids are normally brats.

But Sam seems rather fond of him. He’s very patient with him and all his blunders. I think he’s a kind king, but *looks at chapter 3* he’s not the brightest. It becomes very clear, very quickly that Sam did not think this true at all.

Like part of his decision process is wanting to decide something for himself because he’s self aware enough to know Phil is pulling the strings, but not smart enough to actually do it himself. So he brings Tomys and is all secretive, but then he didn’t talk it through with anyone and missed so many implications because he’s just living in his own world. But then he doubles down which is incredibly childish, but he wanted to make a desicion for himself and refuses to acknowledge that it’s backfireing (which is a very worrisome quality to have in a King).

Though I think some of it might just also be actually indecisiveness and wanting to buy himself more time to chose because he clearly doesn’t know who to pick based on how he asked Schlatt. He’s just digging himself a bigger hole and I’m scared he’ll double down further and will pick Tomys in the future just because Phil doesn’t want him to (can you tell I do not like Sam? Very good writing job on that, btw).

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no literally I was trying to figure out a position for tubbo that wasn't 'personal servant' just bc I didn't feel like doing that for this fic, and when I couldn't come up with anything I was like "...it's clingyduo tubbo would come just as his emotional support bestie" and then I thought back to how in historical movies you always hear about nobles having their ladies in waiting/companions/friends showing up with them everywhere like an entourage and I was like huh that would work

lol yeah after stars I'm a bit of a sucker for writing jack manifold as a guard again. he's just so good in that type of role, although I'd say he's going to have a smaller role here than he had in stars (though who knows I also didn't think stars!jack would play a very big role and look how that turned out). and of course tommy needed an adult chaperone so I thought of puffy. she's so tired of this shit.

yes, niki and quackity both came with entourages of their own although I'm not going to mention them bc I can't think of characters they'd be and I don't like throwing ocs into my fics for more than just a few lines here and there. except since niki was brought to the palace so young she essentially came just with her nanny and some guards, and when she was eventually given ladies in waiting they were provided by the palace not by summerdam. quackity was a little older so he showed up with a tutor, guards, and probably a private servant. still working out details on backstory stuff you know how it goes

yeahhh the thing is tommy's immaturity is pretty prevalent right off the bat, and while he's not overly bratty by noble kid standards, by potential future heir to the kingdom standards he's terrible. and it says something about sam's ideas towards leadership that he only just met the kid and has a bit of a soft spot towards him, because he doesn't know tommy. not at all. but he thinks he does.

i'm glad you don't like sam. he's meant to be a very messy character in rose. someone who so clearly wants to be good at this game he's playing but is just so blatantly not which causes problems for everyone else around him

#ask #spruce anon #rose ch 2 #rose ch 3

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