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#16, Alex/Henry?

(Also requested by @firenati0n. I feel like there were two obvious options for this one: post-leaks in canon, or post-rescue mission of some kind. You can probably guess which one I chose. 😂 read all the hug ficlets)

Firstprince, 16: The “it’s okay, I’m here” hug.

Add’l note: This is more or less a tiny sequel to So Close to Something Better Left Unknown. You don’t have to have read the fic to read this ficlet, but it does contain minor spoilers for the very end of said fic.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

When Henry gave him the watch, it was half a joke and half because Henry’s in love with him and his hopeless heart latched onto the slim chance to keep an eye on him, at least from a distance. He’d expected Alex to leave it behind, or disable the tracker, or at the very least not wear it, but as far as he can tell, Alex had done none of those things. The tracker bops around the globe, giving Henry far too much information on CIA missions merely through its location. Not that Henry would ever pass on that information to his own agency, or anyone else for that matter.

That Alex trusted him not to, to keep his secrets… Well, it means a lot.

He assumed that at some point his own work would bring him within striking distance of Alex again, and he’d make use of the tracker to find him and… oh, hell, he doesn’t know. Say hello? It sounds absurd for a spy, but it’s pretty much all he could hope for. But before that happens, the tracker gets stuck for a week in a remote part of Guatemala, and Henry starts to get worried. Maybe Alex just lost the watch, or abandoned it for some reason. That’s the most reasonable explanation. Even so, Henry quietly requests recent satellite images of that area and zooms all the way in on the watch’s coordinates.

It’s a high-security compound of some sort. Not good.

He tries not to let his imagination run wild. The tracker he’d left in the watch is extremely high resolution, and he watches it occasionally move around the compound, as if someone was wearing it, though mostly it stays in one place. Alex could have traded it or gifted it as part of an operation; it was a valuable watch, after all. Still, it nags at Henry. He’s not going to be able to rest until he finds out what actually happened. The most straightforward way would be simply asking, but he has no way of contacting Alex except a burner phone he has no reason to believe Alex would be monitoring.

He sends a message anyway, but after a few days without a response, he can’t take it anymore.

It’s completely mad, he knows it is, but he makes up an excuse about tracking down a lead on a long-cold operation and books a ticket to Guatemala City. He covertly watches the outside of the compound for three days, keeping track of the men who come and go, and sends photos of them to Bea with a request to run facial recognition and not ask any questions. (She does, of course, but she doesn’t push, even when they come back with the names of some very bad people.)

Finally, once the compound’s primary resident leaves and takes with him what should be the majority of his armed muscle, Henry makes his move. The watch is still inside, and Henry follows the tracker’s signal down into the basement of an outbuilding, taking out a handful of guards with tranquilizers as he goes. The building is dark and dank, and the series of locked metal doors he finds do nothing to help the cold, hard knot that’s settled into his stomach. His hands don’t shake as he picks the lock on the one the watch is resting behind, but that careful composure slips when the door finally swings open to reveal a miserable lump curled on a thin mattress, a head of matted curls just visible through the murky darkness.

Alex flinches away when Henry first reaches out for him, scrambling into the corner, but then his eyes land on Henry and his mouth drops open. He blinks rapidly, scrubs frantically at his eyes, and blinks again.

“Henry?” he croaks in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for you, love,” Henry tells him, holding his hands out in front of him as he slowly moves closer. “I’ve come to get you.”

There’s a beat of silence, then another, then Alex surges toward him. Henry almost shies away himself, unsure of what Alex means to do, but then Alex is grabbing him and wrapping him up in a hug so tight it squeezes the air out of Henry’s lungs, and Henry can do nothing else but curl his arms around the trembling man now occupying his lap.

“It’s ok, I’m here,” he murmurs, rubbing a soothing hand down Alex’s back.

“How?” Alex chokes out. “How did you…?”

His voice trails off as he raises his left arm and looks at his own wrist, where a bit of watch strap peeks out beyond the filthy cuff of his shirt. Inexplicably, his captors had let him keep it, though that becomes more understandable when his sleeve slips further down and Henry sees how he’s smeared it with mud. The exquisite Patek Philippe now looks like a beaten up piece of junk.

“I didn’t want to lose it,” Alex says, his voice cracking over the syllables. He drops his arm and tries to bury his face in Henry’s chest. “That probably sounds dumb.”

“No, love, it doesn’t,” Henry says, holding him tighter. It’s torture to pull away, but eventually he must. “Come on,” he says, tipping Alex’s chin, now covered in a scraggly beard, up so their eyes meet. “Let’s get you out of here.”

[harrywavycurly]

Can I run a totally off the wall idea on y’all really quick? It’s been sitting in the back corner of my brain for a good long while now and I just need to share it😂🙈

Masterlist: here✨

Imagine it’s Friday October 13th and Eddie Munson is in his bedroom strumming on his guitar when he mumbles “alone again on a Friday night…yeah you’re not a loser or anything Munson…” he pauses his movements for a brief moment as he closes his eyes and thinks “I wish I had someone that just…understands me” and then he opens his eyes and goes back to his practicing like normal.

Fast forward a few weeks and Eddie is making coffee before his shift at the garage when he hears a noise coming from his bedroom. He knows he’s alone in the house because Wayne was already at work so he raises an eyebrow as he slowly makes his way down the hall but before he can make it to his room the bedroom doors swings open and you’re just standing there with a smile on your face.

“So sorry about that…I meant to come in the front door but I got the floor plan of this place mixed up with someone else’s…why are you looking at me like that?” You’re confused as to why Eddie isn’t smiling because most of the time when you arrive somewhere you’re greeted with at least a hello or a smile but Eddie looks genuinely terrified. “You are Edward James Munson right? Made a wish on…one moment it’s in my notebook sorry I’m usually way more organized…ah yes you made a wish on October 13th? That correct?” Eddie drops his coffee mug causing it to shatter in the floor as he takes a step backwards.

“How do you know my name?” You just laugh as you step towards him so you can bend down and wave your hand over the shattered mug, Eddie feels his eyes go so wide he swears they’re about to pop out of his head as the mug is back in his hand with coffee in it and everything.

“Well you wished for someone to understand you so…it’s safe to say I know everything about you Eddie…don’t worry your secret about the early teenage bedwetting phase will stay between us.” Eddie watches you as you walk past him and into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, it had been a long night for you trying to find him after your last project ended.

“Okay can you…what are you? Why are you here? Because I made a fucking wish on a random ass Friday?” He places his mug down on the counter and you just pick it up and take a sip of it, no point in letting perfectly good coffee go to waste.

“I’m your person…I’m here because you made a wish on not just any random Friday but a Friday the thirteenth…in October that’s like…the best day to wish for something and you did and now I’m here…sorry I’m late by the way my uhm…last project kinda ran longer than I expected.” You explain between sips of coffee as you watch Eddie pace the length of the kitchen running his hands through his hair.

“You’re my person? Like my soulmate?” You purse your lips as you place the now empty coffee mug on the counter as Eddie stands a few feet in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“Well you…didn’t exactly specify what kind of person you wanted…so technically I’m not your soulmate I’m just someone who knows you inside and out and…understands you…completely.” Eddie rolls his eyes as he lets out a groan and runs a hand over his face, you know this means he’s annoyed because you know that’s one of the things he does when he is frustrated.

“What do you mean your last project ran longer than expected?” You look down at your feet as the memories of your last project flutter through your mind.

“I was…an imaginary friend for my last project…I met Henry when he was ten and I was with him throughout his whole life…I didn’t think he’d need me that long but he did so I stayed with him until…the very end and then I got assigned to you…and I’ll be with you until you either don’t want me anymore or uh…you die.” You look up to see Eddie staring at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly hung open making you giggle as you turn so you can pour yourself another cup of coffee.

“You’re with me…until I fucking die?” You just shrug as you take a sip and your nose crinkles at the taste making Eddie roll his eyes as he crosses the kitchen and opens the fridge and hands you the milk so you can add it to your coffee.

“Or until you’re done with me…oh you also get a trial run with me for a week and if you’re not happy then you can exchange me for someone else…and uh until you make up your mind only…you can see me.” Eddie feels like the room is spinning as he grabs the edge of the counter and closes his eyes. You know he’s overwhelmed so you place a hand on his lower back and give it a rub, something you know he finds soothing.

“What happens after the week is up?” You continue rubbing soothing circles on his back as he lowers his head making his hair fall into his face.

“Then everyone will be able to see me and they’ll even have memories of meeting me as if I’ve always been around.” Eddie just nods his head as his eyes stay closed, you know this is a lot for him to take in so you do what you know will comfort him. You place your coffee on the counter and drop your hand from his back and step so you’re behind him, Eddie freezes when he feels your arms wrap around his middle and your cheek rests against his back.

“What are-”

“Just relax…I know everything about you remember? Now…just enjoy it you weirdo.” And for once in what feels like forever Eddie relaxes as your hold around him tightens when he stands up straight, he slowly brings his hands up to rest on top of yours that are securing your hold around his middle. “You smell good…that new green apple body wash is nice.” Eddie can’t even be bothered to roll his eyes or be alarmed at the fact you know what scent his body wash is because he’s too busy being wrapped up in the sense of complete contentment he’s feeling with your arms around him.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi again! Here's the second Henry Sherlock X Peaky idea I had if you wanted! It would be a Sister Holmes X Tommy Shelby where reader is Tom's secretary and has just stated dating him but hasn't told her family yet because she hasn't seen them in a while. Then maybe one day a girl (badly disguised as a boy) is caught snooping around the betting shop and as Arthur takes her to Tom's office for questioning the reader immediately clocks it as her little sister who a agreed to spy for Sherlock. Then reader finds him and is berating him for putting Enola in danger while Sherlock is mad about her ruining their cover because he's investigating Tom for a case and as their arguing the reader says she knows Tom didn't do it because he was with her at the time (maybe she reveals the hickies) and Sherlock just freezes and goes into big bro mode while the Shelby family is trying to figure out what's going on because for once they didn't commit this crime and they haven't heard about the readers family yet. And yeah! That was the other idea😂 idk which to send in so you can choose which you'd rather do! Feel free to change anything about them too! I just desire some Sherlock x Peaky goodness 😂 ❤️❤️ also I hope those weren't too long I just didn't know how to explain them shortly!

Have a great night/day/time! ❤️❤️ and remember: GO YOU!!

Hey Love,

Hope you enjoy this and thank you for waiting so long! Was away on vacation (realized I didn't post that I was away.) Thanks again for these requests! they were so fun!!!

Warnings: Mention of child trafficking/conflict between family / peaky blinders-related themes

You were tired after being up all night. The conditions were nothing to complain about though. You lay in bed thinking about the chaos that surrounded your boss, and your relationship to him. You knew he wasn’t always a good man. But just like the morning sun streaming through your curtains, your mind was hazy. 

This feeling was not something you had experienced before. Complete ease. You were relaxed when he was around, and you even enjoyed being around his family. The feeling was addictive and considering the family you were born into it wasn't a mystery how you had ended up with such an appetite. 

While the Shelby family could match your folks for chaos, they had a consuming warmth about them that was foreign to you.

You thought long and hard on your way to the betting shop. This emotion could be a result of lovemaking, you knew enough about brain chemistry to know that there was a scientific side to these things. But why were you so happy the rest of the time? Why were you becoming so attached to him and his family? 

You got to the betting shop and were thankful to see tea brewing in the kitchen upstairs. You poured a cup and grabbed a muffin from the counter before settling in at your desk. 

Your mind was finally distracted from trying to sort out your feelings. Relief flooded you as you tied your hair out of the way and dug into the various file folders. You were doing your favorite, well, second favorite thing. Analyzing data for patterns. This particular situation was close to your heart you wanted to find the evidence as quickly as possible. 

You were so consumed with compiling evidence that you didn't even notice that something had kicked up in the betting shop until Arthur had dragged the commotion to the front of your desk. 

He held a girl dressed in boy's clothes by the collar of her shirt. The girl was young with a face that resembled yours a great deal. Your stomach dropped and you weren't sure if you wanted to shout at him to take his hands off of her or die of embarrassment. 

Your own appearance was embarrassing enough, your hair was tied up in a scarf, and your thick-rimmed reading glasses probably only made your eyes look even wider than they were. 

“Enola?!” You hissed. Your whole nervous system kicked into high gear. She could have been killed. Arthur could have killed your baby sister. 

You stood up and Arthur was smart enough to release his grip on her. 

“What the bloody hell are you doing?!” She looked up at you with sad eyes, a trick that had been abused many times over the years of broken dolls and colored pencil scribbles on the pages of your books. 

“Arthur?! What on earth-” Polly shouted from upstairs. 

“Eh - Looks like it's being handled,” Arthur called back, giving you a wink. His face told you that he knew exactly what emotion you were feeling. Older sibling to older sibling, he was going to let you handle your sister. Rather than the alternative, which would have been to put her in the cellar till Thomas got back. 

Your stomach dropped. 

“Enola what the fuck.” Your voice was low and she gave up on looking sad. 

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes and you fought the urge to slap her. She gave you a meaningful look and slowly said “It’s family business” 

Arthur snorted slightly. Polly was coming down the stairs. 

“I called Thomas. Now what is going-” She started but you cut her off. 

“Enola, why are you here, I trust them with family business.” 

“Well, you shouldn't.” She snorted and you hated the arrogance that was radiating off of the girl. This attitude and performance lead you to the conclusion that Sherlock must have sent her. She was always hungry for his approval. 

“What does Sherlock want with them?” You asked firmly. Her eyes widened slightly but she brushed it off. 

“How long have you worked here?” She said giving you a cold look. 

“I’m the one interrogating you.” You reminded her. “Now where is Sherlock? I’ll just ask him myself.” 

Just then as if summoned he came through the doorway with Thomas. Your temper flared up and you gripped the edge of your desk to steady yourself. 

“Could have just called me.” You said trying to keep the anger out of your voice. 

“You can’t really be trusted on this one.” He said in his usual unbothered tone. You knew that this mess was clearly for an ongoing case and that because you were employed here you couldn't be involved. But it hurt non the less. 

“Right.” You said narrowing your eyes. “Get it over with. Now.” You demanded, unsure if Arthur took a step closer toward you in an effort to show solidarity or if it was in case you ended up being a threat to the family. 

“Well, I’ve been employed by a family to investigate the Shelby family here. Yesterday it became an active murder investigation..” 

You watched an expression cross Thomas’s face and you wondered if he lied about that part of his life being packed away. You caught a look of confusion on Polly’s face that quickly turned into a stony mask. She didn't know what this was about, but she’d turn on you if it was necessary. 

“What family and when?” You said sharply. You felt Thomas’s cold eyes stay locked on you. 

“Harris, I placed the time of death around 8pm.” He bit back. 

“We were at dinner, I can account for his whereabouts for the whole evening. Before you accuse me of lying, I’ve been looking through all their books and paperwork.” You picked up the papers you had been collecting your findings on. You almost wanted to laugh at your luck, for once you had the upper hand. 

“Your employer didn't take too kindly to us after we refused an offer they made regarding the children at the orphanage.” Sherlock’s face paled slightly. “I’ve got more than enough evidence through the paperwork here to put them away for life. Human trafficking.” 

You both entered a famous Holmes staring contest and he knew that he’d messed up. You weren't expecting him to look so angry though. Sure when you were children he would get mad like this. You hoped he was angry at the horrible crimes being committed but something in your stomach said otherwise. 

You wanted to break and look to Thomas. You suddenly became aware yet again that your hair was messy and you were still wearing your glasses. You normally always took them off when someone was approaching. Your cheeks got slightly pink at the thought of him judging you. 

“The real question is what will we do to bring them down,” Polly said trying to break up the tension. 

“Why this?” Sherlock’s voice cut like a knife as he gestured to the room.  

“We can discuss this later.” He didn't budge and you were grateful that Polly started to pull Enola up the stairs. 

“Come let's get you some tea and a snack,” She said quietly. Polly shot Arthur a look over her shoulder. He gave you a reluctant look but followed her out of the room. 

Thomas stayed against the wall looking as relaxed and bored as he always did when in the company of outsiders. 

“Why them?”Sherlock repeated once he realized Thomas wouldn't be leaving, and you realized it was the same question that had been nagging you all morning. 

“They make me happy. He makes me happy.” You said quickly. 

“They are criminals.” 

“These are hard-working people. You snoop around if you like, but you won't find anything criminal here.” You knew this because you handled the transition of the business yourself. 

“I don't like it.” He said firmly and the emotion he was giving off finally made sense. He wasn't one-upping you, he was trying to protect you. 

“You wouldn't like it if it was anyone else either.” You said with a small smile finally understanding. “I’m sure we can help each other with this?” You gestured to the paperwork. 

“Of course.” He nodded and came to stand next to you. Just like that things fell into their usual flow,  you explaining a pattern and him trying to prove you wrong to help narrow it down. You and him went back and forth at a rapid pace and within a few moments, he was in agreement with you. Just then you heard Enola speak. 

“Did I miss all the good stuff?” She asked Thomas and you looked up, breaking your concentration. He gave her a small smile. Once seeing his friendly nature you went back to pulling the last of the stolen documents you hadn't examined yet. 

“I think they have most of it sorted,” Thomas responded. 

“Damn.” Enola sighed. “Was it cool? I bet it was cool.” 

“Very.” Thomas’s response caught you off guard. 

“Sorry about your shop - and everything.” She said in an uncharacteristically shy voice.

“It’s alright. Feel free to stop by anytime.” You watched Enola’s face light up at his words. While they were legal on paper, you knew this was a dangerous place and probably always would be. Was Sherlock's world any different? As long as the family kept her safe she would be fine you reassured yourself. 

“Thanks.” She held out her hand to him.

“Enola.” 

“Thomas.” 

They chatted and your heart got a little bit softer the more they spoke. 

“This is enough to take to the inspector.” Sherlock finally said officially letting you win in his own way.

Your eyes snapped up and looked to Thomas, he was listening to something Enola was explaining. He gave you a nod before looking back at your little sister. 

“Excellent - erm Thanks.” You said not sure how to proceed with things. “I know they have a rough history. But so do we.” 

“You and Enola are my responsibility. I’ll be around.” He gave you a long look before standing up. He shook hands with Thomas and you walked him and Enola to the front door. You said your goodbyes and watched them hail a cab. 

Once they were on their way you took a few deep breaths before going back into the shop. You took your hair down and tucked your glasses into the pocket of your sweater. 

After another moment you went back inside to apologize. 

You came back in and heard their voices from the bottom of the stairs. It sounded like they were filling John in on what he had missed. 

“I’ve never seen anything like it. It was like watching a machine or something.” Thomas said and you weren't sure how you felt about his words. You were a receptionist on paper, you could have done many things with your life. But this job was invisible. No one bothered you, no one compared you to either of your big brothers. It was comfortable. When Thomas asked you to take a look at things you were simply going to give him your findings so he could bring those bastards down. You didn't want credit or publicity. You certainly didn't want him to see you as that nerdy girl with glasses who had so often been belittled. 

“Machine or not, she’s one of them. She’s handled everything! She could take us down any moment - you just can’t-” Polly hissed and you felt her words cut through you like hot knives. 

“I’ll handle it.” Thomas cut her off darkly and you felt like you had been dunked into cold water. 

“Tom - at least hear her out. Not like they treated her nicely. Maybe she’s different?” Arthur said in a pleading tone but there was no response. 

You knocked on the door frame to announce your presence. Sharp eyes landed on you and you took a breath trying to look composed. 

“Walk me home?” You asked Thomas and he looked at you for a long moment as if he was studying something strange in a museum. He gave you a nod and took your arm. 

He didn't say a word the whole way back. You felt his eyes land on you periodically and each time your heart rate sped up. These were last looks and you could feel parts of you start o spin out of control. 

You opened the door to your flat with shaking hands. Once you pushed it open the stuffy air made it even harder to breathe. He shut the door and locked it, the sound making your chest constrict even tighter. You felt like you were being suffocated, but now wasn't the time to show such emotions. 

“Why did you help us?” The question was simple and you were relieved he was going to hear you out, even if he just had the patience for a fraction of the story, it would lessen the burden on your chest significantly. 

“You needed help. You wanted to be better.” It was hard to get your voice up above a whisper. Your mind flashed to all the times you wondered about him and his family and why they would be converting their business over to be completely legal in the first place. They would reach much farther opportunities being shady. What was in it for them? But there was always something shining in Thomas’s eyes that answered your question. Pride. He didn't care about making more money at this point. He cared about his family being respected after a hard life of being dismissed and shit on. 

You remembered the various balls and social events you had been forced into at Mycrofts side. All the men that had tried to take your hand in marriage. All from grand wealthy families that had started much like Thomas had. It was unavoidable. You thought about how your life would have been as a wife instead of a gangster's girlfriend. 

“You could have turned us in any time. Given your bothers the tip-off”

Brothers plural. So he knew Mycroft too. Fuck. 

“Why would I?” You mumbled feeling defeated. “They care about themselves. Well, not Sherlock, he cares in his own way. Enola is just a kid still. Mycroft only cares about himself.”

“He hasn't pressured you for information on us?” 

“We would have to talk for him to do that. As far as he knows I’m a “worthless spinster living within the dregs of society.” You mocked his voice feeling frustrated. If his existence was the thing to fuck this up for you, you would find a way to make him pay for it. 

“Why didn't you tell me about your family?” He was still as cold as you expected him to be but there was a slight toe of hurt in his voice. 

“Well, there's the Holmes family that everyone sees and then the other side. I just - I really like it here. Your family is - more - they like me. They seem to enjoy having me around. It’s not a big competition all the time. And then you -” Your voice cut and tears started to become unavoidable. 

“Well, nothing bad has happened.” he shrugged. “Mycroft certainly doesn't know we're together.” He said with a smile. You wanted to know how he knew that.

“Everything was destroyed anyway. It would be my word against yours, and as you can see no one listens to me anyway.” 

“I do.” He said and pulled you against him into a tight hug. 

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He proposes shortly after.

Mycroft finds out and needs to be taken to the hospital because he thinks he's having a heart attack

Sherlock randomly shows up at Arrow House while You are shopping with Enola. Examining the whole house while Tommy smokes and follows him. Eventually, Sherlock agrees that this is a fine house for you to run. That if Thomas fucks up in any way that Sherlock would kill him and that Sherlock was sure he wouldn't get caught. They shake on it.

They end up working together occasionally. Enola becoming very attached to Esme & Polly. Sherlock eventually becoming fond of the family and occasionally accepting a dinner invitation when he had time.

[larkral]

Welcome to Halloween eve WIPsday.

I've been ... sick and in a slump and blah blah blah. BUT I have been writing small little bits over the past few weeks and my therapist cancelled for this morning so I had some unexpected time to post AND I need some cheering on, so you're going to see them. :D

Firstly, Simon's two mums (ie finally, (already, always)):

Something in me pulls taut and then snaps. I'm sobbing. My eyes are closed, and someone is trying to take the wand out of my hand. I grip it tighter, my fingernails digging into my palms. I'm screaming, fighting, crying. And then still. Still like a cage, like a too-heavy blanket, like a straitjacket.  I push against it, against the constricting magic, but I'm trapped in my body, trapped under skin too stiff to flex, air too thick to move through. I grit my teeth, focus on my anger, my feelings, my heart. I let it all go up in flames and then I push.  I jerk out of the spell with a gasp, still clutching the wand, holding the trailing wisps of the newborn lamb magic in my hand. Mummy has my head on her lap, and she's stroking my hand where I'm holding the wand. Mummy is singing to me, and Mum is yelling at the headmaster, a pounding rhythm behind the sweet sound of the song. 

Secondly, Firstprince Soulmate BS below the cut. If you are someone who might want to beta read this Brilliant Shit, please hit me up, my regular cheerleaders aren't in this fandom 😂😭😂.

Alex and Nora and June are doing their final review of the seating chart for the Young America Gala when Alex realizes. "Fuuuck," is what he says.  "What, dreading seeing Timothée Chalamet flirt with the entire PR team?" Nora asks. "…again." "Oh god, don't even joke about that. No, I, uh, realized I have a few last minute additions to the guest list." "I put Bea on the list, manito." "What about…" he looks down at his hands and sighs. "Henry?" "Ha!" June erupts, and holds her hand out to Nora with a gimme gesture.  "I'll Venmo you," Nora says with a shrug.  "Wait, y'all were betting on this?"  "Obviously," Nora says with a level of nonchalance that suggests she was holding a loss at even odds. He turns to June, "Why would you ever bet against her?"

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I was tagged by : @porcelainmortal, @alasse9 @forabeatofadrum

Thanks for thinking of me! . . I should really do this before 2024 is up, right? 😂

BTW its still Dec 31 here where I am, so I'll say it counts.

I've done a lot more than I expected this year, as I look back. And I'm kind of proud of myself.

I started writing for another fandom - RWRB. Its been fun adding these characters to the mix.

I managed finishing 1 multi-chapter fic and a 11 shorter fics.

I'm still plugging away on 3 longer multi-chapter WIP, adding and posting chapters as I go.

I have compiled an additional WIP list of (*stops to count*) 16 other fics that are not posted yet, but are in various stages of readiness. I flitter around adding bits to each when inpiration hits.

I think that's about it for me for 2024 - still writing, slow and steady. 😊

I'm always so happy to see any of kudos and comments if you have left any . . . and I'm still really apologetic that I haven't gotten to responding to many. There's only so much time in the day. I will try to get to them!

WRITING GOALS FOR 2025: Basically write more, and write as often as I can. There are so many of my WIP I want to get into and finish . . hopefully some of you will find them interesting to read!

Wishing you all a Happy New Year and a productive and creative 2025! I look forward to seeing/reading all you create!

See links and descriptions to everything under the cut!

1.) COMPLETED FICS

April 2024

Falling For You (Klaine fic) - 26,089 words

Summary:

Kurt Hummel thought by donating his services as a florist to Memorial Sloan Kettering, that he would simply be giving back to the medical community. A good deed for the month of December. Little did he know that a few chance run-ins with an adorable doctor and a sweet little girl in the hospital lobby would change all that. Written for the Klaine Secret Santa 2023 Gift Exchange.

May 2024

Pretty Shiny things (Klaine fic) - 1,943 words

Summary:

The clangs and shrieks of the alarm system at Christie's Auction House filled the corridors, echoing through the mostly empty building. They were just as loud as the beating of Kurt and Blaine's hearts as they raced down corridor after corridor while they attempted to escape. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Kurt growled through his teeth as he ran, slipping slightly on the polished marble floor as he turned another corner. “I leave you alone for five minutes . . . FIVE MINUTES, Blaine. What on earth did you do?” **** Discovered a fun new thing on Tumblr called Ficlet Friday. This ficlet was inspired by a dialogue prompt by annepi: Prompt: Klaine - “I leave you alone for five minutes...”

June 2024

hold me close (FirstPrince fic) - 836 words

Summary:

Alex has had a rough day. It's a good thing that Henry's home to take care of him. For a Ficlet Friday prompt : "Tell me anything. Everything.”

blythe spirit (FirstPrince fic) - 1,756 words

Summary:

“I . . . I don't know why you're even interested." “Baby, I love you.  I'm interested in everything about you." Alex gave Henry a very pointed and heated look that definitely hit the mark. The flush on Henry’s face now deepened.  He worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a few moments as he considered his options. “Come on,” Alex softly cajoled.  “You can’t just say things like: ‘I played Elvira in a school production of Blythe Spirit’ and not expect me to ask for pictures . . or at least the lowdown on it all.”  Alex pouted again to prove his point.  “I’m a weak man, H.  These are the types of things I need to know more about.” ***** From a Friday Ficlet prompt: "Tell Me anything. Everything."

nightfall (Klaine fic) - 219 words

Summary:

Blaine sighed as he collapsed onto the sand. With his chin upon his knees and arms wrapped around his legs, Blaine gazed out toward the ocean, deciding that the purple-ish pink sky that stretched out before him was absolutely breathtaking. If only he had his camera with him. It would be a perfect addition to his next gallery exhibit. ***** Based off a Tumblr Prompt/Ask Game - "Create a microstory from the prompt selected" Thanks to Falles for giving me: "49 - nightfall"

i'll always come back to you (FirstPrince fic) - 504 words

Summary:

Alex will always come back to Henry . . .always Based on a microstory prompt: #32 - dust motes

July 2024

fire island follies (Klaine fic) - 3,027 words

Summary:

Blaine Anderson is off to a weekend on Fire Island - well, his good friend Santana is draggng him on one. He's not so sure it's the best thing to do - but a run-in with a beautiful performer from the Fire Island Follies quickly changes his mind. ****** From a Tumblr Friday Ficlet prompt from bowtiesandboatshoes : "We're going to Fire Island.  It's like gay Disney World." Title is from an actual burlesque/cabaret show: The Fire Island Follies

i hate waiting (FirstPrince fic) - 555 Words

Summary:

Alex needs to keep his daughter from being bored.   inspired by this adorable picture on Tumblr by wordsofhoneydew

study date (Klaine fic) - 945 words

Summary:

"Get your hands off me!" The sound of a scuffle had Kurt look up from his reading. To be honest, Divination was such a bore of a class. It's not like he needed to learn anything new about it. Kurt had all of his mother's crystals, divination tools, and journals tucked away in her old trunk up in the attic of their home. He could read tea leaves and scry with the best of them. He had long ago lost focus on the chapter Professor Holiday had assigned them for the evening, so at this point, any other distraction would be welcome. Even if it was prefect duties.

Originally this was a bit of a false start for my fic, Advanced Potions

The original prompt was "hogwarts!au + 4. meet messy + 6. "what is that?"

August 2024

what can compare with your beautiful sound (Klaine fic) - 1,183 words

Summary:

Kurt’s brow furrowed as he concentrated on the task at hand. He had to get it just right. His hand hovered just a few inches higher, and with a deft flick of his wrist, a drop of wax fell from the lit candle in his hand to his canvas below. The canvas moaned in ecstasy. “Now, darling, we don’t want to shift, now do we?" Kurt softly murmured as he leaned in close. "You've been such a good boy for me so far." ***** Based off of a microstory prompt from Tumblr : "candles"

November 2024

smutsgiving/wanksgiving 2024: rwrb/firstprince - 662 words

Summary:

Prince Henry has been given a new gift for his bedchamber. Entry for Smutsgiving/Wanksgiving 2024.

smutsgiving/wanksgiving 2024: klaine - 580 Words

Summary:

Dinner was lovely, but Blaine is really ready to go home. Entry for Smutsgiving/Wanksgiving 2024.

2.) PARTIALLY PUBLISHED WIP:

(Klaine) If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - (Klaine Reverse Bang 2023) Life in New York City and working in the restaurant industry wasn’t exactly what Kurt Hummel had expected it would be. He’s lonely, stressed out and miserable. He’s almost ready to throw in the towel and return home to Ohio when a chance meeting with a musician in Central Park changes everything. (Warning: an angsty rollercoaster of a ride. Soooo many cameos from Glee characters! 😉)

(RWRB) Puppy Love - (RWRB NYE gift exchange 2023) The cold snowy day that Henry Fox discovers an abandoned beagle puppy in an alley brings handsome, flirty veterinarian, Alex Claremont-Diaz into his life. Alex is a single dad, recently moved to NY with his young son who Henry hasn't met yet - or so Alex thought. (Fluffy kid!fic)

(Klaine) Sanctuary - (Klaine Word Scramble 2023) Crown Prince Blaine has stumbled into a secluded glade, trying to escape the horrors of the bloody war his father had brought upon their kingdom. Mourning his beloved older brother and faced with the burden of taking his place in the kingdom, Blaine yearns for a place to hid from the world to deal with the issues weighing on his heavy heart. He encounters a mysterious elf, the guardian of the magical spring that Blaine has mistakenly defiled, whose growing connection to his life the young prince can't ignore. (Inspired by an idea/ artwork by @datshitrandom and @justgleekout)

3.) WIP FICS TO FINISH AND POST

My WIP list can be found here! I keep it updated. Feel free to ask me about any of them if you're curious . . 🥰. Hoping to finish some of these in the coming year.

******

OK so ( as usual) I'm late to post - so if anyone hasn't done this yet and wants to - take my big open tag for it and maybe some of these folks might want to do one of these wrap ups as well?

Tagging ( participate only if you want to): @wowbright, @gleefulpoppet, @daisyishedwig, @spaceorphan18 @special-bc-ur-part-of-it

@myheartalivewrites, @14carrotghoul, @thighzp @tailsbeth-writes @onthewaytosomewhere

@sophie1973 @getmehighonmagic @tinyarmedtrex @henrysfox @blueeyedgrlwrites

@kirakiwiwrites @madas-ahatters-world @sarkyblueeyes @heartsmadeofbooks @iboatedhere

@little-escapist @littlemisskittentoes @kurtsascot @hkvoyage @lilinas

Psst. . . and if any fanartists see this and want to share what they've drawn this year, tag me! I'd love to see your work if I've missed some!

[coraline-jones353]

A Wall Dogs World

Prompt: Soulmate Au, where you have a streak of your hair matching your soulmates. (this includes when you dye the hair) (if you have dirty blonde hair I'm sorry lol)

Summary: In which Kid Danger finds his soulmate in a rough wall dog. Will she give up her status on the team for her soulmate or will her soulmate force her away from him in an attempt to keep his identity hidden.

P.S. in this one Veronika is just a friend of y/n instead of being the love interest obviously

Warnings: she/her pronouns, bad flirting bc I can't flirt for shit 😂, probably some cussing, may some spelling errors, kissing

Why'd it get so long 😭

Angst, fluff

Kid Dangers point of view:

The plan was going as Captain Man and Kid Danger had planned, that was until Henry had to shoot the tracking device to "prove" he was not with Captain Man anymore. But Jasper had proved to be a worthy substitute.

The Wall Dogs had brung him to the Old Maple Grill to meet Van Del so Kid Danger could become a permanent member.

Henry was so nervous while walking to the hide out he was twirling his soulmates hair out of pure habit. He hoped that they could feel him twirling it but no one he knows has met their soulmate, only settled for someone "good enough". It was almost impossible to find your soulmate seeing as there are 8 billion people on earth. Most people gave up on it.

He walked in to see a girl punching the boxing bag in the corner of the room. Van Del was sitting in the corner of the room near a big pot of paint he seemed to be mixing.

After hearing Van Del yell out who was here the girl immediately turned to the group. I then got a good look at her, she had beautiful hair but what really caught my attention was the streak of dirty blonde in her hair. That same color in her hair matched the one streak in my own.

I was distracted the entire time Van Del was speaking until he said something to the girl. "Y/n get over here and show Mr. Danger around." He said gesturing towards me.

Y/n pov:

I wasn't allowed on this mission, something about needing to be less risky or whatever. I hear Veronika yell to my dad about who they found? What was she on about?

I look over and freeze for about 2 seconds. It's Kid Danger, holy shit. He's even hotter in person. Wait why is he here? Shouldn't he be arresting us? We lock eyes and that's when I see it. The very obvious streak of soulmate hair. It looks like mine, wait but that can't be anyone can have the same color hair as me... right?

My dad tells me to show him around and my heart skips a beat. I walk over to him masking my anxiety. "Hey kiddo, follow me." I say teasingly, I have to keep my friends entertained and act tough. If they ever found I liked him I would never live it down.

Kid Danger just stares at me like I've given him 90 kittens. Why is he staring at me like that fuck that's attractive. "You're beautiful." If anything that was the one thing I never thought I would hear from Kid Danger. All my friends burst into laughs with Veronika pushing me closer to him.

I didn't wanna look like I was embarrassed by his comment so I cocky replied "I could listen to you complimenting me all day, if you'd like to continue pretty boy." The surrounding area filled with oooo's and woah's along with some laughs. Mostly coming from the boys of the group, t-paint, two canz, and some others. At his Kid Danger blushed. Omg he blushed I can't believe he's blushing. "Follow me." I say putting my hand under his chin slowly pulling him towards me.

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Henry's pov:

She's beautiful, I can't do this, I don't wanna go through with it! She's my soulmate but she's a criminal even if they refuse to call themselves criminals they still are. She's supposed to be my enemy. Maybe maybe it's not true. Maybe it's a coincidence. Oh what am I kidding she's the one, my one. I can feel it. Oh this is bad this is really bad.

After she shows me around she brings me back to Van Del. He says that I need to prove I belong here. "What do you mean? Prove I belong?" I ask suspiciously. "You have to get the mark of the Wall Dogs." y/n says like it was obvious.

y/n pov:

My dad does the test with the melon showing how it will sear into his flesh, and the kid gets a little squirmy. "Now hold out your arm." "Wait can't I just do that to a melon or something?" He's starting to sound panicked now. "What about if I swear on a bible or something."

Just then part of Captain Man busts through the door. "Kid Danger, prove your loyalty to us!" Van Del yells at Kid Danger but the only emotion I see written on his face is... relief. I knew it was too good to be true that I would find my soulmate and he'd be ok with my forced lifestyle. "I only have one thing to say to you!" Kid Danger yells to Captain Man but then he bursts into a smile, "I am sooo happy you're here!" he says running over to his partner. He then explains his entire plan to trick us and they start trying to arrest us.

"Shit" I say trying to make a run for it with Veronika. Kid Danger blocks the exit and our only way out. Veronika turns around to look for another exit and instead joins in the fight with the other Wall Dogs leaving me and my soulmate alone. "Just let me go please." I plead with the superhero. He sighs and looks at the ceiling. "What are you doing?" I ask because he looks stupid just staring at the ceiling instead of answering my damn question. "I really hope you don't escape while I look at this super cool ceiling." He says. I get the hint and run past him, only to turn around and kiss his cheek and whisper to him to meet me by the Hollywood sign before making my escape.

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I turn around when I hear footsteps. "Hey it's me." Kid Danger says trying to not get hit for sneaking up on me. "So why'd you let me go?" "Because you're obviously my soulmate." He says touching his soulmate's hair color. "Could be a coincidence." I say sitting down on one of the big rocks. "Wanna test that theory?" "How?" "Like this." He says before leaning in and kissing me.

It was pure magic and you could even feel it in the air. There was absolutely no way we were not soulmates from the way it felt. It was so, right.

Sincerely, Coraline Jones 🐈‍⬛

[clockwrkpendrxgon]

2024 Year in Review: Writing Round-Up

This is my first ao3 year in review, and I just wanted to say how grateful I am for every bit of love my stories received this year 💕

My details:

My ao3: clockwrkpendrxgon

My fandom: Red, White & Royal Blue

Total no. of fics in 2024: 8

Total word count: 185,081

Oneshots (5):

🖋️ This could be us: (4,436 words, E)

I remember going feral over two specific nsfw fan art pieces and then I was like: okay what if alex was the one who saw them and wanted to try them out? that’s pretty much what this fic is all about ahahaha (i’m so grateful for han and eve fr)

🖋️ Total eclipse of my heart: (7,005 words, G)

This is one of my fave roommates au’s I’ve ever written! And I was so happy that it received so much love and was a remedy for some who went to get their wisdom teeth removed 🥰

🖋️ More Valuable Than Jewels: (10,022 words, E)

GOD THIS STORY. It’s so dear to me, and I was kind of a little disappointed bc it didn’t do as well as I expected :( but it’s okay I guess, because I had so much fun writing Henry pining for Alex in a Bridgerton-esque setting hehe 🤭

🖋️ Bruised Like Violets: (6,254 words, E)

UM THIS ONE WAS A SURPRISE. like i was obsessed with the idea of jealous henry, but i wasn’t expecting so many people to be as obsessed too sjdksjs (not to mention the 🌶️) so yeah i’m happy with this one lmao

🖋️ Wishing On Orion: (23,035 words, M)

another one that is so SO so dear to me like you have no idea. childhood friends? ✅ teenage crush? ✅ one sided love that’s not one sided after all? ✅ it was so wholesome to write henry and alex in an entirely different universe where their families grew in each other’s presence. henry going through his father’s illness with alex by his side… it was something I needed them to experience 🥹 unfortunately, this story didn’t get as even half the love any of my other stories usually get, so it was a punch to the gut but we ball!!

Multi-Chapters (3):

🖋️ Like the Stars Miss the Sun: (23,324 words, M)

The prologue to this story is like nothing I’ve ever written, and I’m so proud of it because this was the first time someone has ever wanted to make art for my fic. (please look at this beauty). the idea of firstprince being lovers in heaven, then being forcefully separated and cursed into oblivion as mortals on earth who have no recollection whatsoever of their past life and love? count me tf in! also check the incredible character profiles mariam did of angel henry and alex 🥹

🖋️ Reserved For Me: (35,836 words, E)

this story was so unserious 😂 like it was a 50/50 gamble for me. people are either going to hate it or absolutely love it and i’m so thrilled it was the latter 😂♥️ i don’t usually dabble with OCs in my fics, but this one time it turned out affectionately hilarious and everyone loved Emad (including me lol) it was so fun basing this fic on a local movie and making henry and alex visit real life locations here where i live and imagine what their experiences would be like 🥹♥️

🖋️ A Bullet to the Heart: (75,169 words, E)

My first ever participation in a big bang, the longest work I’ve written so far in the rwrb fandom, and also my first time writing a spy au! Writing this story wasn’t easy, because I wanted to capture the essence of Henry and Alex’s characters in a world that’s so different from the book, and I think I did alright :) I loved exploring the lengths to which Henry’s grief for his father would go if placed in different circumstances. I also loved writing the action scenes for this fic because I’m such a visual reader, so like- if the image doesn’t immediately flash in the reader’s mind when they read my works, then I’ve fallen short of what I’m doing. I expected this story to do much better than how it did, but I’m also grateful for everyone who gave it their time 🤍

Upcoming fics:

Uhhh, I usually like to keep these a surprise so I don’t end up overpromising 😂 BUT since I have a couple of chapters outlined, we’re getting prince henry x head of security team alex (here’s the prompt) it’s going to be absolute shenanigans!!!

Thank you to @0npurpose and @thesleepyskipper for tagging me in your writing round-ups, I’m so proud of you 🤍

Tags (no pressure ofc!! 💗) :

@kj-bee @firenati0n @ash-morrison @caterpills @miharaikko @theprinceandagcd @blueeyedgrlwrites @anincompletelist @henryspearl @magicmelinoe @milowren29

Lastly, I’m so grateful for the wonderful friends I’ve made along the way, and I can’t wait to witness what everyone in this incredible fandom brings in 2025 🥳✨♥️

[crazyunsexycool]

Lottie - Mommy Tommy gave me kisses!

Bucky - Wait what do you mean kisses?! How dare he!!

Lottie - He gave one for you and Mommy and Bubba and peanut as well *takes out Hershey's Kisses*

Bucky - ......

😂😂😂😂

Kisses

Bucky was enjoying his Friday afternoon off. It was a last minute thing so you were already gone to pick up the kids from school. He liked to be the ones to pick them up whenever he had the chance but instead he sat with a beer on the couch and watch some tv. Just as he put his feet up on the coffee table Henry burst through the door with Charlotte right behind him. They threw their bags to the side and ran to greet their dad.

Henry immediately launched into a story about science class while you walked in with Peanut in your arms.

“Oh mama, I fo-got. Tommy is so nice.” Lottie starts her own story.

Immediately at the mention of his name Bucky and Henry are listening to Lottie.

“What did he do this time, sweet Angel?”

“Tommy gabe me kisses. So many kisses, mama.”

“He did what?” Bucky stood up, ready to beat up a kindergartner. “That is unacceptable. I’m gonna have a talk with him.” Bucky was furiously looking for his boots

“No daddy, is cceptable. Tommy is nice and kisses is so sweet.”

You could see Bucky turning red and if it were possible for smoke to blow out of his ears, it would.

“Kisses are not nice or sweet from Tommy.”

“But he gibes mama kisses too. An some for bubba an peanut an you.”

That made Bucky stop and turn around to look at Charlotte. His face is screaming ‘are you fucking kidding me’ while he looks at Lottie’s outstretched hand. Some chocolate kisses sat in her open palm. Bucky glared at you as you popped the sweet treat into your mouth with a smirk.

“You don’t want them daddy?”

“Sure doll, I’ll take them. Thank you for sharing.” Bucky kisses the top of her head and apologizes for the way he behaved.

The kids then grab their bags and head up to their rooms to change.

“Not a word.” Bucky grumbles.

“You really need to listen to her the whole way through before you try to attack a kid.” You laugh at Bucky’s pout. “Do you want a real kiss?”

Bucky nods, puckers his lips and closes his eyes only to be met with a pointy something instead of your soft lips. He groans as he accept the chocolate morsel. Bucky knows he’s never going to live this down.

[queenilyrian]

The internalized misogyny these people have is scary, and worth analyzing. For one side they say people should respect their opinion while they call everybody names, make fun of them and also play the victim when someone calls them names and play the victim. For the other they say these horrible things about Natalie without any proof, and just for tje sake of insulting her. Look, I get it, you can deslike someone, but reaching the level of hate these people have is insane.

(Just in case the anonymous option fails -it happened to me a couple of times- I reall wanna go anon cuz... I haven't been in the fandom in a while, and this drama they create seems kinda stupid and dangerous too)

Hi. I think yesterday I was replying to someone about their internalised misogyny. Every single myth, stereotypes about a woman’s behaviour simply for being a woman. “She is an escort ,she slept with 3000 men,her vagina is this and that (imagine not knowing your own anatomy in 2025) she is a porn star are labels they put on Henry’s girlfriend. None of it has any basis in reality, or have any evidence of any of it. In fact they took it so far they would watch hours of porn to find a screenshot of a woman that’s blonde and has glasses and from certain angle may resemble Natalie,put it through several filters to make it blurry and tell their minions to share it and push the lie. If that’s not insane enough,they back paddle and call themselves “victims” of Natalie’s bullying. Mind you this woman never said anyone a single word. This is not even the most bizarre thing but they also created several accounts on the internet (different websites) to make it seem she is “harassing fans by leaving google reviews,YouTube comments,etc”(uploaded pics).

Anyone pointing out or asking any evidence of their conspiracies they cry “bullying, harassment, they’re victims trying to be silenced” 😂. The same way I’m blocked by all tea pages now simply for asking a question and not taking someone’s opinion as a fact.

But don’t let me start about them wishing for Natalie to have a miscarriage,to have a still born ,for her child to die and one I can’t wrap my head around “shame for having a daughter”

🤢

[hawkins-batman]

Here for the Daybreak fake scenario 🙋‍♂️

This made me cackle out loud 😂 But okay. I shall elaborate. Just don't blame me if this looks better in my head than it sounds on paper. For those of you who don't have maladaptive daydreams, it's hard to describe how vivid they get.

Context

A previous Asker asked me what songs I associate with Byler. I mentioned that I've had a maladaptive daydreaming issue since I was young, so my answers probably weren't going to be everyone else's since I associate things differently.

One of the songs I put on there was "Daybreak" (link!) from the Nosferatu soundtrack by Robin Carolan because I have a very specific scene that I imagine when that song comes on. (Great movie if you're a vampire horror nerd like me!)

Let's see if I can actually convey this properly lol

Scene

Okay, so basically I imagine this taking place in Season 5.

Henry/Vecna has used Will's connection to the Mind Flayer to attempt to possess him to use against his friends, Mike, or both — it goes differently sometimes but the other details are the same.

Will fights back but Henry's mind is stronger and he's had much longer to hone his powers. He's overwhelming Will. Mike tries to help but can't get through. Eleven, standing nearby, offers to bridge their minds with her powers to give Mike a chance.

Mike takes Will by the shoulders. Eleven closes her eyes and begins to use her powers.

[Somewhere in ↑ there the song starts.]

In Will's mind, Mike find himself on the field outside of Hawkin's Middle School. It is the same field the Mind Flayer got Will in Season 2. He looks around to get his bearings; but it doesn't take him long to spot a twister of dark matter — the Mind Flayer — twisting around the center of the field.

And he knows Will is in there, so he goes running to his friend.

[Around 2:28 in the song ↓]

Mike breaches the Mind Flayer's whirlwind of particles. As he pushes towards the center, he hears Will's voice. Sometimes younger, sometimes older. They're his memories. Bad ones.

Lonnie and Joyce yelling. Will yelling for his mom and Mike in the Upside Down in S1. Bullies from school calling Will names. Will's voice from Season 4: "When you're different, sometimes... you feel like a mistake." Mike's voice from Season 3: "It's not my fault you don't like girls!" Will's tortured sobs of "Stupid! So stupid!" from Season 3 as he demolishes Castle Byers. Mike's voice to El from Season 4: "I think my life started that day we found you in the woods."

Near the center, Mike finally sees Will. But not as his older self. He's a child again. Who he was in Season 2. Without realizing it, Mike has aged down too in this mental version of himself. He pushes further, stretching, reaching for his friend.

He grabs Will's wrist.

[Around 3:57 in the song ↓]

Will's eyes snap open. Mike and Will's gazes meet.

New memories replace the bad ones. Better ones.

Mike and Will meeting for the first time on a playground at school. Will's fireball from the end of Season 1, winning the campaign. The "crazy together" scene in Season 2. Mike grabbing Will's hand to calm him in Season 2. Will remembering his "friend" Mike in the hospital in Season 2. Mike's voice from Season 4: "It's Hawkins. It's not the same without you." Mike's voice from Season 4: "I think it'll be easier if we're a team."

As the voices echo in the mindspace, the Mind Flayer's storm is slowly beginning to unravel, flaking away, until the child-like Mike and Will are alone on the dark, stormy field.

Mike still hold's Will's wrist. He's standing but Will is seated having collapsed to the ground.

Their gazes are still connected.

[Around 5:05 - 5:25ish in the song ↓]

They stare at each other. Into each other. Neither of them speak. Neither of them needs to.

Mike looks down at the younger Will. Will looks up at the younger Mike.

In the distance, behind Mike's head, spots appear in the dark clouds overhead.

The camera flips. Now Mike and Will are back to their true ages but are in the same positions: Mike above Will holding his wrist. They're still watching each other.

More prinpricks appear in the clouds above Mike.

[Around 5:33 to the end in the song ↓]

The camera pans out.

We can see them both now, watching each other, as sunlight pours through the gaps in the clouds, bathing the field in sunlight again.

The gaps grow and grow until the Mind Flayer's storm is obliterated completely, leaving both boys on the field, bathed in Daybreak.

((There ya go :3))

[lainiespicewrites]

Ugh home sick from work today I don’t know what it is but I feel like death 😢 I feel like our man Henry is so like nurturing and would be good at taking care of his sick girl. But which character do you think is the best at it?

I’ve been thinking about it all day. It’s just me in my apartment taking care of myself so I’ve been daydreaming a lot 😂🤒

I don’t know why but my vote is either for Clark or Walt … but what do you guys think?

Walter would be very authoritative but in a way that I need because when I’m sick I still try to do things like that I just don’t need to be worried about out while I’m sick. And hold on let me see the scene !

I’ve been sleeping off whatever but I’ve caught from working in the clinic. When I wake up I’m finally starting to feel a little better. I pull off the covers slowly a shiver runs through me at the cool air. As I turn to get out of bet a voice startles me before my feet even hit the floor

“Where do you’re think you’re going?” The deep accent comes from my boyfriend standing in the door way arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the door frame.

“I-i was just going to get up for a bit maybe try to eat something. And …”

“And nothing. I told you if you need something call. Back in bed darling. I’ve got everything taken care of.” I sigh and nod sitting up in bed.

“Good, now. Would you like some soup, I know your stomachs been rough probably better not try anything heavy.” I nod and give him a soft smile

“With some crackers and maybe some tea?” He smiles and crosses the room and places a kiss to my forehead

“I’ll be right back. Stay put I mean it,” he says as his thumb tenderly brushes over my cheek before he walks out of the bedroom.

But then Clark. Sweet sweet Clark. He’s the kind of person that would just notice. Notice you feel sick. Tuck you into bed. Baby you. Because being a care taker is just who he is it’s his love language!

Something like

“Hey? Are you alright,” Clark asked as I’m getting ready for work in the morning. I nod but it’s an absolute lie. My insides feel like a whirlpool and my body is achy.

Clark comes up behind me and brings hand hand around pressing the back of it to my forehead. “You’re burning up baby.” He says softly.

“I’ll be alright,” I reply weakly. Clark shakes his head.

“No you’re not going anywhere like this. Let’s get you back into some comfy clothes and in bed. He walks out of the room only to come back with a fresh pair of pjs. Once I’ve changed he wraps his arms around me pulling me into him. I melt immediately feeling comforted in his arms. He takes me back to bed and pulls the covers over me. He kicks over his shoes and crawls into bed next to me

“What about work?” I ask.

“I called Perry told him neither of us would be in today. I’m gonna take care of my girl.” He smiles softly brushing my hair off my forehead.

“Now get some rest baby I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

I don’t know what do you guys think? Which of Henry’s characters would be the best to have around when you’re sick?

[backcornerdwarfer]

BBC Sherlock hounds of Baskerville rant bc they fucked up a perfectly good story

[Thespian's Note: this is 30% rant 30% text ramble 30% reaction video in text and 100% shitshow I literally napped my way through getting these and woke up to a nuclear bomb. Don't expect coherency please]

They could’ve had a really good episode where some client was convinced of ghosts or something. John and Sherlock couldn’t gone ghost hunting. That would’ve been so fun

They could still keep the original story with Stapleton and his whole thing with being estranged from the Baskerville family and desperate for the estate. THAT would’ve been EXCELLENT.

Maybe Stapleton in this fix-it could’ve been manipulated by Moriarty bc next episode is richenbach.

None of this bullshit of ‘oh your trauma as a kid was caused by a drug in the air only in the moor because of this genetic sort of experiment by the government’. WTF WAS THAT.

GENUINELY

WHAT

THE

FUCK

Should I write a fix-it fic? How do you do one of those?

I could keep it closer to the original story by for the modern day

The government-run army base. Really, Moffat? That’s the best you got?

Of all stories why this one 😭😭😭

John, mate, keep an eye on your boyfriend. He’s deprived of nicotine, try to keep him off the cocaine, and now he’s convinced he can go into a secret army base just because. HE IS LIKE A CHILD. YOU NEED TO KEEP A CONSTANT FUCKING EYE ON HIM

Sherlock be like ‘imma just go impersonate Mycroft and go infiltrate an army base. Coming?’

Why the rabbit? It’s utter BULLSHIT

ALEXANDER MYCROFT HOLMES WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘NOT AGAIN’?!?!?!?!?

An email from a child about a rabbit that glowed in the dark.

UMQRA

UMQRA 😂

The master detective is now having a crisis. Lovely. Just what we need.

WILLIAM SHERLOCK SCOTT HOLMES YOU ARE HUMAN JUST AS MUCH AS THE NEXT PERSON. YOU CANNOT DIVORCE YOURSELF FROM YOUR OWN EMOTIONS. YOU KEEP INSISTING YOU ARE A HIGH FUCTIONING SOCIOPATH BUT YOU ARE NOT. YOU CANNOT KEEP DOING THIS TO YOURSELF. LISTEN TO JOHN.

John Watson, now is not a good time to go chatting up women.

Sherlock, dont go poisoning John. He’s already pissed with you and poison isnt going to help things.

Nononono not again not breaking into the military base again.

Don’t give them permission Mycroft - oh wait TO LATE

Whywhywhywhy do all this, Sherlie? John is not a lab rat.

JOHN IS TERRIFIED FOR HIS LIFE STOP THIS, SHERLOCK IT IS NOT FUN TO EXPERIMENT KN YOUR BOYFRIEND LIKE THIS

drugs, really? What is this story?

My reactions to this episode: 😫😭😖😠😭😭😭

The singular redeeming quality is how Henry knight’s memory of his dad’s death as a child had the attacker replaced it with a dog. This foreshadows Sherlock having no memory of Eurus.

I’m doing a fix it fic. I’m angry about what they did and I I want to make that story better

[smww4ever]

Superman

I probably shouldn’t be writing as I’ve been sick and not fully recovered, but the trailer for Gunn’s Superman came out. And it is frankly dominating all of the social media right now. It’s like I’m being drowned. The reaction videos, and posts are hyping this. Plenty of emotions going around, and (verbal) attacks on people who post any criticism.

One person wrote that Henry Cavill is the only Superman. Another Tyler Hoechlin. I mean on and on it goes. It’s not the first time but this movie is ramping it up and I’m afraid it’ll just get worse.

I watched the trailer. For someone who saw Superman with Christopher Reeve as a kid, it’s like a wash-and-repeat cycle on machine. It reminded me of Superman Returns maybe because of the similar typography and Gunn turning the iconic John Williams song into a rock song.

I get it that he’s trying to make it cool. There are many things that appear not cool in this movie.

We won’t know until next year. I hope I’m still around to see it. Maybe I won’t see it. I don’t know how I’ll feel or what my situation will be because of all the sickness and death I have been through in my family.

Think I’ll wait for reviews.

1) The suit is disappointing. It’s baggy. Plastic looking. He looks like he’s wearing a diaper. Like a Temu version. Spirit Halloween? I’m seeing many cosplayers have already purchased the suit. It even looks awful and corny on them. Finally a suit for nerds! Superman is a nerd. Not a buff, strikingly handsome muscular god-like type. Nope a guy in a red diaper.

I’ve read the comments. People reject the Cavill Superman as he’s too alien and god-like. Plus he really is a handsome guy. They want nerd in red diapers. He’s human just like us!

2) The dog is disappointing. Cute but scrawny. For CGI dog, he could have given us better.

My version of Krypto is like the comics. I don’t remember Krypto looking small. When he runs toward Superman, it feels slow. Betting Flash is faster than Krypto. 😂

What else?

3) He’s already passionately kissing Lois? That was fast. She must know who he really is. They fast-tracked that. Seal the deal with Lois.

4) No smiling. For all the talk about Cavill’s Superman being an Emo. Well…

5) And this thing about how he looks different. Of course you would look different, if your hair was messy, you wore glasses, slouched and was a clumsy awkward idiot. It’s all about the acting.

I know I would look different. When I take my glasses off and put my contacts on, stand straight and cleanup good, nobody would think I was the same person.

6) And finally everybody keeps talking about the “epic” scene where Superman shields the girl in the slow-motion shot. We need context here, but it’s not the first epic Superman scene. C’mon people!

7) Yamcha Death Pose. The first opening shot where we see him fall out of the sky bleeding. Hmm… That says a lot about how Gunn views him but we don’t know the story or context.

While I certainly didn’t like everything about Snyderverse, he should have finished his vision. He’s an artist, a director. We have another gaping hole. No Man of Steel 2, no Justice League 2, and no Wonder Woman 3 (Patty why did you mess it up?). Not even a Batfleck film. There’s a fandom out there that is feeling that huge missing hole. But they’re not valued. There’s a SuperWonder fandom out there, but they’re not valued either.

So I don’t blame anybody who is just NOT hopping on this bandwagon one bit.

Until next time… ✌️

[princelancey]

Henry's insta stories are so funny icl, he posts Lance's shadow or his knee or something most of the time and then occasionally post a full on workout pic of Lance that we all lose our minds over 😂 I'm sure Lance is fully in on it cause I doubt Henry would post him without his permission, so I'm just picturing him flicking through them like 'yeah I look good in that one go for it'

[celestie0]

omg ik you’ve been back for a while now but i’ve finally gotten a chance to say how great it is to see you again!! kickoff was the first gojo fic that had me hooked with the storyline, and to think i started reading it back in april 🫢

i know it’s natural for writers to have doubts, but i hope you know how loved your fics are!! i remember you mentioned liking emily henry’s books, and i can totally see the inspiration in terms of having your characters deal with real struggles that allow readers to relate or understand them. as fun as relationship development is, character development is what really gets me hooked, and let me tell you: whenever i see the mc in ihm struggling my heart HURTS. i was tearing up when she was visiting her mother at the hospice omg that shit broke my heart and threw it in a dumpster fire wtf. and even though i haven’t gone through anything similar, seeing her mother forget things about her own daughter and asking gojo to take care of her was too much for me to handle :’((( that is definitely one of my fav chapters. OH and i’m dying to know the drama between gojo and his ex-wife i hope it’s messy 😈

and in regards to your smut: girl you are one of the the very few jjk fic authors whose smut writing i find actually enjoyable. i was so surprised when you felt so unsure while writing those types of scenes bc??? you are so fucking good at them??? imo it’s much more tasteful than most of what i see on this app lol. i find that with most fics i kind of skim through those parts and only enjoy some aspects, but yours??? girl i’m reading ever line while blushing and running laps around my room every two minutes LOL

anyways, great to see you’re back! and i hope med school is going good!! gotta go back to studying for my own exams 🫠 take care queen!! <3

hi love i’m soooo very sorry i’m late in answering this but thank you so much!!

aww your words are so sweet to me ty :”) and yes i adore emily henry’s books so much!! i too value character development over all else. even if the plot is objectively a little boring or in the case of romance books even if there isn’t that much smut or something i still really value the narrative if the characters make me FEEL something yknow?? i need to have an unhealthy attachment to them BAHAHAH. but anyways i’m so glad you feel that way ab my stories bc that’s my goal 😭❤️ yeah awh that chapter was so heartbreaking to write that shit HURTEDDD

AWHH thanks for the sweet words ab the smut :”) i think that’s why i dislike my smut bc it’s kinda at least a little different from what i usually see in jjk fandom but i’m starting to realize different maybe doesn’t mean bad lol? i just am scared i have a niche taste in smut n other ppl are gonna find it weird 😂😂 but you’re sooo kind haha i’ll keep you in mind next time i start to doubt myself

thanks so much bb you’re sooo sweet i could cry <33 good luck to you as well!!