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pinkslaystation · 8 months ago

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Tulips or Roses?

John Price x reader

In which you find John's old diary detailing his love for you his teammate and you begin to question his love for you. Word Count: 3.6k -> blurb - rose meets tulips

Being a civilian to a soldier was hard enough.

And it was even harder when your husband was a commander for one of the most skillful task force. So it wasn't unusual for him to be gone for long periods of time.

So on a random Friday evening, anticipating his arrival in the coming week, vacuuming the floors, cleaning the windows, you found yourself at the door of John's study, with was decorated with a glass name plate, with the words 'Study' accompanied with a painted heart created from blue and pink fingerprints from you and your husband.

John was never the man to tell you off if you entered his study, instead he encouraged it. He's beckoned you to bring him his evening tea to him, to give him a massage, sometimes when you wanted him, he'd allow you to help him under the desk, if you get what I mean. (speaking from experience ;>)

As you stepped into his room, you noticed the ceilings adorned with sizable white cobwebs, cringing at the apparent neglect of his study. When was the last time someone had even been here?

Sweeping his desk, wiping away the dust, you find a box underneath beside his chair, which prompted you to lifting it up and placing on top of the desk. Man, you underestimated it's weight. You struggled to lift a small but heavy moving box, and it caused a few books and papers to fall out.

You cursed at your clumsiness, picking up the loose sheets, until you fingers caught the spine of a red vintage-like book, which had the word 'diary' written on the front. You didn't take too much notice, skimming through the pages until you caught your name being mentioned a phew times.

You giggle, it's a diary probably with John confessing his love to you numerous time! You know you probably shouldn't look through it, I mean privacy exists, but you just can't help it.

So you look through some of the infrequent entries, the oldest dating back to 10 years back, and the most recent one being nearly 4 years, when you and John had first met.

30th February 2010

Suffering in Afghanistan, the lads and I are stuck in the safe house for a week now. Rose is here too, I should ask her if she's okay.

Ahhh you remember this story. When the Task Force was stuck in the city of Kandahar, in the safe house. You also remember John's team, whom you are well-acquainted with, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Roach, Rose?

You skip through the boring entries, most of which are just John documenting his work-out plan and the places him and his team had visited.

5th July 2016

Gaz's going on and on about his lass. Someone tell him to talk to her at least, he doesn't even know her name! I keep bringing it up but he keeps mentioning when I'll talk to Rose.

You chuckled, assuming the chick was Gaz's current wife. But the last part caught your attention, Rose again? You remember John telling you that she'd retired, went back north to settle with her family now, so you don't think much of it, I mean they are team mates.

19th June 2017

Saw a cute kid and her mama, wishing I had kids, without this lifestyle. Rose wants a son but I don't particularly mind. Soap overheard our conversation and spammed me lols on Whatsapp, but I thought lol meant little old lady? I am a man though.

You raise your eyebrow at another mention of Rose, why doesn't he care if Rose wanted a son? You didn't realise how close your husband was to her.

2nd December 2018

Christmas this month with my boys. Rose invited me over for a smoke. Ghost rolls his eyes when I mentioned it to him, says I need to man up and make a move.

You squinted your eyes, rereading the entry, and hesitantly skipping to the next one.

7th April 2019

Drinks with my men (and Rose haha, she doesn't like being part of the men). It's her birthday and she wants to tell us something. She's got her red lips again. I'm excited, Soap kept nudging me the entire ride, that cheeky bugger.

Then immediately below it, an update: She's seeing someone.

You're slowly piecing the puzzle, though you don't want to assume anything.

21st August 2019

She came into my room crying, seems like it's not going well, good for me. I hope she's okay and she realises there's better fish in the sea. She hugged me, she smells like roses, I love floral scents. I tried leaning in, she says I'm like an older brother to her.

Your heart breaks a bit, sniffing at your freshly washed hair, which smelt like ... like roses.

You thought floral scents were YOUR thing.

You continued, to the next entry which was marked the date you remember meeting John for the first time at the pub. You force a smile, hoping the entry would lighten your mood.

30th November 2020

In the pub and bored. Rose brought her lad... they're back together. What does she see in him? Soap urges me to find someone else but my heart is set on someone, for a long time. Won't change. He keeps gesturing to a girl on the other end of the counter, she's pretty, but like a tulip. Not like a rose. Not like my Rose.

You grip at the notebook and you try your hardest not to rip the papers out of the book and set his entire study on fire.

You remember this day, when you were dragged to the pub by your friends after being dumped by your ex for another girl. You sat at one end of the counter, with tears in your eyes but one look at that buff Englishman on the other end and your mood flipped instantaneously, 180 degrees.

"Kelsey, look at that guy, Mr Army over there." You beckon towards John's direction, to your friend., slightly tipsy after a peg of beer.

Your friend looks at you with a raised eyebrow, then turns to the guy whose piqued your interest, "You should go for it." She encourages you.

So you get yourself 2 drinks and approach the guy, more confident that usual due to your alcoholic state. A beer would do.

"Hi, this seat empty?" You smile at him innocently.

All this time you had recalled a look of fondness towards you, when he'd first locked eyes with you. You remember bragging about how it had been love at first sight for the both of you, but thinking back, a feeling of doubt starts bubbling inside you.

"It's reserve- you know what. Take a seat."

You remember sitting next to him, passing him a drink, and telling him your name, "...and you are?" you question, although you see him wincing. At first you thought it was just an army thing, so guarded that even the slightest of movements would make him twitch.

But now you're questioning whether he really wanted to engage into a conversation with you.

The following hours, as you painfully recall, was filled with you talking about yourself and occasionally asking him after his life, though he gives you one word answers and frequent nods.

But that was just because he'd just come home from a mission right?

"...and he just broke up with me out of the blue! Like was my 12,000 followers on TikTok not good enough for you?" You chuckle, attempting to crack a joke. He smiles confused, and you note he's probably too old to understand what TikTok was.

"Sounds like an asshole, love." He replies.

"Hmm, he was...I- I just don't know what he'd leave me for her...like I gave you my everything, I was always with you through thick and thin and what, that wasn't enough for you?" You trail off, the effects of the 2nd beer hitting you.

"I understand dove, you just give 'em everything and they just find someone else. What does he have that I don't?" He spaces out, his eyes falling on his teammates sitting at a different table. You follow his gaze, smiling slightly when you lock eyes with one of his smirking subordinates, whom you know know as Soap.

"Those people, they're your team?" You question.

His eyes aren't on you though as he responds, "That mohawk, that's Soap, Ghost next to him, tough as steel but soft at heart, Gaz on the opposite, funny lad, Roach, good ol' Roach..."

You look at the woman to the right of 'Roach', taking in her beauty. Though she's sitting down, you can tell she's taller that you by least 4 inches, with a blonde pixie haircut and painted with a dark smokey eye. A deep smirk is plastered onto her plump ruby red lips as she looks at John Price finally talking to a woman that isn't her. She raises a hand, waving to the both of you, which is almost instantaneously reciprocated by John.

"And her?" You ask, head nudging towards the woman.

"Her...That's Rose. You should meet her, you would like her, but who doesn't..." His chuckle fades out and you at how his attention was fully directed to her. A sinking feeling told you that you should have backed off from the married man, but it disappeared when John pointed out her partner, with gritted teeth.

Your hands are gripping the pages at this point, as you recall memories from the diary from his point of view.

You turn the page to the next entry, dreading the words.

19th December 2020

Thought me and Rose would go back to the pub for another drink for the holidays, but she's going back to his place. Seems they're taking the next steps with meeting the families.

Soap's annoyed at how I'm 'ghosting' the girl I met at the pub, I'm once again unfamiliar with the lingo, I'm not Simon?? She's nice but, not sure I see anything further than a friendship. Gaz and him are picking out an outfit for me, she wants to meet up for bowling apparently. I just want to be with Rose...

Clenching your fist, you shut the diary and toss it aside, feeling all kinds of emotions. Upset that John had never truly looked at you the way you'd looked at him. The way he never wanted you, like you wanted him.

Every time you'd seen him online on Whatsapp, but still hadn't opened your messages, he was ghosting you? Sure after a while of being friends, his behaviour gradually changed, accompanied with rapid texts, but you felt like this relationship was built on lies.

Did he even want to go bowling with you that day? Did you win because he purposely let you, because he was bored and wanted to go home, be with Rose instead? When he asked you to be his girlfriend, did he ask you with Rose in mind?

The ding of the oven stopped your trail of thoughts, so many questions swirling around your head. You walk out of the study, slamming the door behind you, the combined mess of dust and cobwebs remaining untouched.

The glass name plate falls to the ground, the edge shattering, with shards of clear glass laying dangerously on the wooden floor.

A couple of hours go by and the doorknob rattles at 8:45 P.M. on the dot. John was never late when he had to come home to you.

He reaches base at 7:30, drives exacting an hour to your shared home, after making a quick pit stop at the florists within 10 minutes to give you a freshly scented bouquet of red roses.

Roses. So that's why he'd give them you every time...

He makes sure to leave him 5 minutes of spare time, which was designated to flipping open a small metal notebook you'd gifted him, and writing his thoughts down. And once those 5 minutes were up, he places the notepad back into his jacket pocket and practically runs towards the front door.

"Dove, I'm home!" He exclaimed, gently placing his belonging on the floor, before walking into the living floor, where you sat on the sofa with your legs and arms crossed. (MY BITCH POSE IS NASTY)

"Sweetheart, you didn't run up to me at the door, you alright love?" He sits next to you, his calloused and freshly bruised arms rubbing your knee.

The silence was deafening and you couldn't find it in yourself to look at him after all you've read.

He takes it as a cue to continue, "I got you some roses, baby. Your favourite-"

"When did I say they were my favourite?"

John blinks at the interruption, "I mean, you don't like them? It's tradition to bring the same red roses for you every time I'm back..."

"And when did I say I liked them? Are they my favourite? Or are they her favourite?" You shift towards him, anger evident in your voice.

"Her? Who? Sweetheart, what's going on?"

"I mean, come on man, you like floral shit that much that now you're making me wear it?"

"You...don't like floral scents? Did you want tulips instead, baby?"

Your eyebrows are furrowed in annoyance by his confusion.

"It doesn't matter if I wanted tulips, John, it's the fact that YOU like roses. In fact you've like Roses this entire time! Don't act like you like tulips 'cos you don't- to be honest I don't think you ever have!" You rant, handing running through your hair.

"I mean I like both honey, roses are just, um, prettier?" He sounds like he's asking you rather than telling you.

"Of course roses are prettier to you- that's all that you're fucking used to you. It's always roses, roses, roses. You're so obsessed with fucking roses, you never gave tulips a bloody chance!"

"Are we still talking about flowers-"

"And when you do give tulips a chance, you're still thinking about roses- how red they are, how pretty they are, how they need to be watered every 5 fucking minutes, even then there's already someone to water those damn. Red. Roses."

"I- I mean I like tulips too, baby-"

"No. You don't. No, you don't. Tulips are just the safest options for you, cos someone already plucked out those fucking roses. Cos roses don't want you."

You're standing up now, and John's attempts to speak are futile with every sentence you shout.

"No. In fact, roses has never wanted you, roses look better with someone else, and ol' poor John has no more roses, so he goes and waters some unwanted tulips instead!"

John stands up, towering over your shaking frame, his hands come up to stroke your biceps, but he's pushed away.

"I mean, did John ever even like tulips? Or was he faking it cos he never got roses? Was tulips just the safe option? Does John still want roses after all the years tulips have been there for him?"

You left out a pained cry, you didn't even notice the tears leaking out of your eyes.

"Does John even like tulips? Does John even love tulips?"

His hands wipe your tears away, and he brings you into his chest, and you don't attempt to push him away this time.

"Does you even love me, John?" You break down into his arms, letting him carrying you into the bedroom, where he places you gently on the bed, while you hiccup through your uneven sobs. He smells the stench of wine through your shaking breath, whilst stroking your hair, and you slowly fall into a deep slumber with your head pressed against his still uniform-clad chest.

The clock hits midnight and John gets up, trying not to wake you up, grabbing his sweats from the drawer and walking to the bathroom across the hall, in order to not wake you up, from what looked like a well-needed rest.

As he trudges out of the bedroom and through the corridor, the reflection of the broken glass catches his eyes and he squints in the darkness, squatting down to pick a small shard. As he lifts the remains of the nameplate, hooking it back to the door, he steps over the mess into the study to retrieve a dust pan and brush.

Flicking the lights on, he's met with what looks like a scene from the reality TV show - Hoarders. So starts cleaning quickly, picking up the duster and bunching up the paperwork from the floor, the pot of pens that had seemed to be knocked down, the diary he'd used to write in...hold on-

Picking up the diary, John flicks through the entries, the book naturally opening to the last open slide.

He begins reading the last entry.

19th December 2020

Thought me and Rose would go back to the pub for another drink for the holidays, but she's going back to his place. Seems they're taking the next steps with meeting the families.

Soap's annoyed at how I'm 'ghosting' the girl I met at the pub....

"Oh...my tulip, I've never loved roses as much as I loved you." He mumbles to himself, whilst simultaneously cringing at his previously written words, immediately throwing the book back on the floor.

It's past breakfast when you wake up, throat and eyes painfully dry from last night's crying session, forcing yourself to drag yourself to the bathroom. You've forgotten that John had come home last night, as your met with a familiar empty bed.

After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you walk downstairs, being face to face with the naked back of Captain John Price.

The smell of chocolate pancakes waft towards your nose, as you look around the kitchen, the room garnished with a variety of different flowered bouquets, with so many variations of plants.

Bundles of dahlias and lotuses, orchids and lilies, carnations and irises, roses and tulips.

John turns to your footsteps, smiling at his perfect woman.

"Baby, good mornin'" He greets you, placing a single rose into your hair, and pecking your forehead warmly.

"John, listen about last night-"

"It was the old diary, wasn't it?" he asks.

You nod, ashamed for your abrupt behaviour yesterday. John lifts your chin up, resting his forehead against yours.

"Rose never taught me how to love like you did."

"John, you don-" His pointer finger is pressed against your lips.

"Reading those words from the past, I can see how it may have painted a different picture of my feelings. But let me assure you, my love, that you are the one I adore with all my heart."

Your stroke his face, heart warming to his words.

"Every rose I brought home was a symbol of my love for you, not because it was her favorite, but because it reminded me of the beauty and grace that you bring into my life. And those tulips, they represent the new beginnings and the fresh start that we share together.

My love for you is unwavering and unconditional. You are my tulip, my true love, and I vow to cherish and adore you for all eternity. Please forgive me for any pain or doubt my past words may have caused."

"John..."

He hands you his notepad from from his back pocket, beckoning you to open it.

You look at the first entry.

19th February 2021

I mentioned how I journal sometimes to her, and she bought me a new notepad, it's cute how she calls it a diary. Things are looking good. Bowling's our thing, I let her win because seeing her smile means I've won too. I'm asking her out tonight, Soap cried real tears when I told him.

You turn the page.

20th July 2021

Our 6 month anniversary. Took her to a field of roses and tulips, though nothing compares to her beauty.

The next one.

17th September 2021

I seldom think of Rose, I have my tulip on my mind now. Rose retired, and the team celebrated last night. She hugged me and thanked me for being a good captain. She also acknowledged my previous feelings for her. Man that was uncomfortable, but I reassured her I'm with my tulip now. I love my tulip.

I've always preferred tulips anyway.

And the next.

5th July 2022

Our 500 day anniversary. I want to propose.

17th September 2022

She said yes!! She may be my fiance, but I've already started calling her my wife, not legally yet at least...illegally?

28rd December 2023

We married 30th November. The day we met. Xmas was amazing, I can't see myself with anyone but her. I'm getting deployed tomorrow though.

You look at the most recent entry, dated last night.

16th February 2024

Missed the valentines day with my missus. Hope these roses are enough, though I wanted to get something better. Tulips for my tulip. They ran out haha. Missed my girl, missed her like I've never missed someone before. Soap's right, deployment suck.

Tears welled up in your eyes, not from pain or doubt this time, but from overwhelming joy and love for the man standing before you.

"I'm sorry, John," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "I didn't mean to doubt your love."

He smiled, a genuine and heartfelt smile that reached his eyes, pulling you into a warm embrace. "No need for apologies, my tulip. Thank you for teaching me how to love."

And in that moment, amidst the scent of chocolate pancakes and fresh flowers, it felt like you love story was just beginning, filled with trust, forgiveness, and a deep, unwavering love for each other.

That should not have taken me 2 days to complete what in the world. Also if i was tulip, that old diary is going straight into a fire! Barbecue anyone? <3 Quick Notes: I head-cannoned Rose to look like Sergeant Calhoun from Fix-it-Felix lolololol woman crush fr i get u john boy I've decided to start a tag list! -> lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum

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brave-and-gentle · 7 months ago

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Girl dad!Jean Kirstein - Happy Birthday Edition

In celebration of our man's birthday!

Pairings: Jean x afab! reader

Summary: Modern AU - You find out that you and Jean are unexpectedly going to be parents, and the baby is due on Jean's birthday.

Warnings: None, this is a continuation of super wholesome girl dad Jean

EB's Notes: I wish I could've fully fleshed this out, but alas, I'm working on two fics so a bulleted list is the best I can give rn <3 also I don't know what it's like to be pregnant or give birth so?? I did my best?? Plz enjoy and celebrate our Jean boy!

It's September when you find out that you're pregnant. One missed period isn't a big deal, but two? That plus how your stomach swirls every morning. You can't keep anything down until mid-afternoon. You silently blame the Fourth of July rager Eren threw every year. You and Jean had never been the patriotic type, but you two enjoyed the party (maybe a little too much thanks to Connie handing you drinks all night) and got a little careless after the night's festivities.

One night when Jean comes home from work, you decide to tell him. “Um, Jean?” Lacking words, you hold out the pregnancy test. Your hands shake. You had talked about having kids together, but it was always some distant future, certainly not now. He takes the stick and stares at it for what seems like forever. You wonder if you have to explain to him that it's a pregnancy test – is he really that dense? But then he looks up, hazel eyes glowing in the sunset streaking through the windows, and wraps you in his arms. “It's going to be okay, no matter what we do,” he whispers and kisses the top of your head. “I know it's not great timing and I'm not sure I'll ever really feel ready,” you begin, voice trembling, “but I think I want this. A baby. With you.” Jean leans down to press his forehead to yours. “Then I think we're going to have an adventure,” he grins.

Jean is overjoyed when you two find out that the baby is due in early April. “Do you think they'll be born on my birthday?” He asks, excitement rippling through his six-foot-two frame as he stares at the sonogram. You roll your eyes. “I didn't realize you could tolerate sharing a birthday with anyone.” Jean made a big deal about his birthday every year – mostly because he wanted to see what you would come up with for him. “Anything for our little one,” he affirms and caresses your slight bump.

Jean is the perfect partner to have a baby with – almost too perfect. It's almost irritating how much he dotes on you, but you remind yourself that he's doting on the baby too - “Baby K” or “little one,” he calls them interchangeably. He supplies you with all kinds of ginger snacks for morning sickness, researches all the baby stuff you'll need, asks a million questions at every appointment, gives you a massage every night, and takes over the majority of the household chores. Connie and Sasha tease that they never see him anymore because he's “whipped for two.”

You start to feel contractions on the evening of April 6th. Frantic, Jean calls the doctor, who says to wait until they're closer together. Neither of you fall asleep that night – you simply lie in bed, counting the minutes between contractions together. In the wee hours of April 7th, you decide it's time. Jean carries you to the car, packs the hospital bag, and hyperventilates all the way there. “For god's sake Jean, we're not even there yet!”

For all his hyperventilating in the car, Jean manages to calm down once your contractions and labor pains ramp up. It's pain unlike anything you've ever experienced – like someone is twisting all your organs together and rearranging them. All modesty is out the window. With so much sweat sliding down your body, you throw off the hospital gown and are stark naked in front of Jean and the nurses. Jean holds you hand the entire time and rubs your sweat-slicked back as you contort yourself into any position that will get the baby out as fast as possible. “C'mon baby, you're doing great! Almost there, almost there!” He encourages with confidence, but his face is as pale as the hospital bed sheets. You know Jean well enough to know that on the inside, he's border line having a panic attack.

You let out one final scream, one final push, and ear-piercing cries fill the room. “You have a baby girl!” The nurse announces and places your daughter on your chest. She's covered in all kinds of fluid and is screaming so loud your ears ache, but you don't care. You cradle her in awe that she's this little combination of you and Jean that will someday grow into her own. Jean pulls closer and wraps his arm around you and places his hand on your daughter's back. His entire hand is almost bigger than her. “She's so small,” he whispers. His earthy hazel eyes begin misting.

When Jean holds his daughter for the first time, his misty eyes give way to a rainstorm. “I can't believe we have a daughter – we made an entire human,” he blubbers and snuggles her close. “Don't forget who did most of the work,” you groan and roll over on your side to watch the two loves of your life. Jean lowers your daughter from his chest to gaze down at her. His eyes light up. “Hey babe, look, I think she's got my face!” You laugh because sure enough, she does have a longer face than most babies you've seen.

When the nurse takes your daughter to get cleaned up, Jean nibbles your ear. Heat flushes your face. “So when do you think we can -” You bat him away. “Don't even think about, Kirstein.” “C'mon babe, I'm starved!” He pleads. “NO. You don't even want to see my pussy right now, it's wrecked.” Jean crosses his arms. “I'll have you know that I saw everything, probably more than you did, and I still want your pussy. But alright alright, maybe in a month or so. Maybe we could make another one. . .” He trails off and grins. You widen your eyes. “If she's got your attitude? We stop with her,” you counter. “But,” Jean says, “if she's like you? We should have three more.” You groan and throw a pillow at him.

A few hours later, Connie, Sasha, and Marco come parading in with chocolate cupcakes. “When I asked Nicolo to make cupcakes for your birthday, I didn't realize there would be two birthdays,” Sasha laughs and hands a cupcake to Jean, who wolfs it down in one hand while cradling your daughter in the other. “More importantly,” Marco says and hands you a cupcake, “congratulations. I'm glad everything went well.” You grin and take the cupcake. “Thanks Marco.” Jean grabs another cupcake and holds it in the air. “To you,” he says your name, “for giving me the best birthday present I could've ever asked for.” Tears shimmer in his eyes again. Your heart blossoms at the sight of your best friends all here for you. “Who knew Jean boy was such a cry baby,” Connie mutters and munches on his cupcake. “Ouch!” He cries as Sasha hits him on the head. “Happy birthday Jean,” you laugh and roll your eyes because you know for the rest of your life, he's going to be insufferable about how great it is to share a birthday with his daughter. “You're never getting one like this again.”

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a-wins-a-win · 1 year ago

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mouse's attempted B;APO timeline

aka i was writing an irrelevant detail in a silly little fic and it occurred to me that oh wait i could actually think about this!!

credit where credit's due - i am using this timeline right here (from @hearmyvoicee) as a base, but i have some particular thoughts/interpretations of my own + felt like using 2001 dates! (bc why not, ya know? keep it basically of the time it opened) so this whole thing is mostly for my own reference, but if it makes sense to any of y'all as well? great <;3 [keeping it under the cut for my own sanity + yours]

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Sunday, January 7 [the feast of the Epiphany is celebrated on January 6th, or the closest Sunday to that date - in the case of 2001, that's the 7th]

Epiphany

Monday - Friday, January 8 - 12 [ i swear on my life someone mentioned to me once that it's generally accepted that You & I spans several days?? i cannot find who or where but someone tell me i'm not going insane ]

You & I

Friday, January 12 [the friday is entirely arbitrary, just seems the type of day you'd hold auditions - give it a week to stir interest, cast on friday, start up your rehearsals from the next monday onwards] [i have never been in theater though, so don't hold me to that]

Role Of A Lifetime

Auditions

Plain Jane Fatass

Thursday, February 22 [to me the phrase "we'll meet in Tanya's room on Friday night" implies that it's not yet Friday + in theory the song takes place during study hall, so an actual weekday? so to that end it could be any day monday-thursday, the specifics not mattering in particular, but i arbitrarily went with thursday so that Ivy’s birthday lines up right]

Wonderland

Friday, February 23

A Quiet Night At Home

Rolling

Best Kept Secret

Wednesday, February 28 [borrowing from the previous timeline for this one - the Lent + Ash Wednesday significance makes sense] [to that end, Ash Wednesday 2001 was in fact February 28th]

Confession

Portrait Of A Girl

Thursday, March 1 [in Wonderland they reference the fact that "Ivy's birthday's in a week", ergo wonderland date + 1 week]

Birthday, Bitch!

One Kiss

Are You There?

911! Emergency!

Friday, March 2 [peter mentions 911! Emergency as being "last night"]

Reputation Stain'd

Ever After

Saturday, March 10 [generally, the Spring Break week is from March 11 to March 17, so in my head it makes sense for them to be leaving for their spring break the day beforehand - ergo, March 10th]

Spring

One

✨ spring break / intermission ✨

Sunday, March 17 [the sunday makes sense in my head to mirror Epiphany]

Wedding Bells

Monday, March 19

In The Hallway

Monday, March 26 [ as claire says - "gone a week, i miss you already". so if classes started again on the 19th + 1 week is the 26th ]

Touch My Soul

See Me

Warning

[sidenote, easter 2001 was sunday april 15. to that end, to account for the Easter Monday holiday, likely they had the 16th off also]

Friday, May 18 [okay listen!! i know it crowds A LOT of act 2 together but!! the way sister chantelle says here "if you decide you want to get together one more time" implies to me that they aren't going to be having more Official rehearsal time before the play actually gets performed] [it all has to occur between monday may 14 & sunday may 20 for jason's "graduate next sunday" line to be technically correct] [rory's decided that they'll "meet back here. seven o'clock" - which i was always under the impression is the supposed to be rehearsal that sets up Promise] [Nadia's "call me tonight, or tomorrow, or whenever" to me implies that she won't see him tomorrow? so probably they don't have any classes or rehearsal the next day]["i know it's late" in Cross is such a little detail, but to me it just ties it all up]

Pilgrim's Hands

God Don't Make No Trash

All Grown Up

Promise

Once Upon A Time

Cross

Saturday, May 19 [saturday night seems a reasonable time to put on the show, right? like in order to make it accessible to family + friends outside of the school?]

Two Households

Bare

Queen Mab

A Glooming Peace

Tuesday, May 22 [a {catholic} person is buried between 2 and 7 days after their death, typically around 3. i always got the vibes that Absolution was supposed to take place on/around jason's funeral, ergo the play + 3 days]

Absolution

Sunday, May 27 [going with the assumption that they graduate on the last sunday in may, in 2001 that date was the 27th]

No Voice

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wanna make it super clear that i a) am australian and b) am not catholic and c) have never been to boarding school or in theater so a lot of dates were found via google search, and/or arbitrarily assigned weekdays

also also at the end of the day i'm not sure the specifics of the timeline super duper matter, it was mostly just for fun - but like. feel free to share ur thoughts!

#bare a pop opera #bapo timeline #mouse talks bapo #look i know its kind of insane pacing to have pilgrim's hands through to cross all happen in the space of like. 6/7 hours. BUT #i mean you COULD stretch it out to have pligrim's hands through promise happen on the thursday / OUAT + cross on the friday /#the actual play on the saturday - but if there was a friday between promise + the play then why wouldn't they have another rehearsal? -#- the kids being generally untalented/unprepared as they are

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dreamboundedstar · 2 years ago

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Bob's Burgers Birthday Headcanons (Just some of the kids, no adults bday HCs sorry)

Tina - March 7th, 1998 (I liked the idea of using the abbreviation of March and 7 to make it almost look like Mary. Mary sounds like marry after all, which is something Tina would like to do when she's older. RIP July 8th birthday headcanon I wanted to keep so bad.) Gene - December 3rd, 2000 (It's already confirmed that Gene is a Sagitarrius so this one was the easiest to choose. I thought it would be cool for Gene's birthday to be the median date of Thanksgiving and the first of the 12 days of Christmas. Also 12/3, twelve is divisible by 3. XD)

Louise - January 19th, 2002 (basically the opposite date of the median date of Tina's and Gene's bday, July 20th)

Zeke - May 23rd, 1998 (The most we know is that Zeke's mom was pregnant with him during prom. I thought it would the funniest outcome to have Zeke be born on prom night. The unfortunate part of the idea is that there's no one prom date, so I'm never going to have an exact perfect date for this idea. I also didn't realize I was using the birthday of Bob's voice actor until after the fact. So it might change later, depending on if I find a better prom date for Zeke's mom or not) Jimmy Jr. - February 17th, 1998 (Release date of Footloose, I thought it would be fitting for him.) Rudy - April 6th, 2002 (it's when the episode, "House of 1000 Bounces" came out so I just made it easy on myself for this one) That's all the bdays I want to give headcanons to. If anyone wants to give suggestions for better prom dates for Zeke's birth, be my guest. I choose 1998 for Tina, Zeke, and Jimmy Jr. because 2011 is when Tina's first birthday episode was aired and roll with it, regardless of the floating timeline. I needed to figure out which numbers were Saturday for Zeke's birthday somehow. XD

#Bob's Burgers #Birthday headcanons #Tina Ruth Belcher #Gene #Louise #Zeke #Jimmy Jr. Pesto #Rudy Stieblitz

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bird-likes-to-fandom · 1 year ago

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here are a few of my fics that I like:

"The Very Little Things (things that seem so insignificant you might forget, 'til those little things are the only things left)" - Constance is lost in memories of the little things in life as she falls to her death.

"before i go" - Jane doesn't want to go back to life. She doesn't want to leave her friends behind. They help her get ready to leave. (i have a million better title ideas for this one now but alas)

"i'm on the brink of discovery, i think (but what if I'm dreaming?)" - Savannah Potts' eighteenth birthday. She comes out to everyone. (savannah centric, but does feature all of the choir + her parents)

"birthday girl" - Ocean's birthday hasn't been properly celebrated - or celebrated at all, really - since she was seven. Every year when her birthday rolls around, Ocean just wants to forget that the day is supposed to be special at all. That changes on her seventeenth birthday, when the choir shows up at her house to celebrate.

and here are some by a couple friends of mine!

by @cam-stopped-eating-candles

"when solutions feel their furthest" - All Jane wants in this “life” of hers is a friend. She watches from the outside, and is drawn like a magnet to Constance Blackwood, much to Constance’s confusing bag of mixed feelings. On one hand she’s absolutely terrified, on the other, she knows what she has to do. What a good friend would do.

"Didn’t notice much til I saw it all at once" - Penny Lamb, born April 7th, Aries, the “Lucky” nature

When Penny was born from a college student hook up, her new 19 year old parents decided the best course of action to raise a functional human child would be to raise her in almost complete isolation from the “corruption” of the outside world. The happy hippy pot farm commune known as Elysium would be her only home for the first 13 years of her life.

But no matter what you do to stop them, kids eventually grow up, for better or worse. (psst this one is my all time favorite legoland fic)

by @argiepoo

"Just Take A Look Around (Round And Round And Round)" - They sing and walk forwards with their hands twined and their faces locked, the spotlight blinding and warming and somehow relatively comfortable as their voices and their motions vanish behind the curtain.

But the world spins round and round anyways. (psst this one is my all time favorite rtc fic)

by @undescribed1mage

"Our Word." - The story of the one unidentified body of the Cyclone Rollercoaster disaster — Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg.

(annie has lots of gen fics and i recommend checking her ao3! i just don't know which to choose)

when are we gonna get any good rtc fanworks where NONE of the characters are dating. i want to explore the characters friendships. i want to have deeper conversations about their interests and issues. i want to talk about penny and ezra's antics. i want to talk about how karnak became what he is. there is just so much more there that a big portion of the fandom isnt exploring because theyre so focused on making two guys kiss

#fic recs #rtc

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beepboop358 · 3 years ago

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*Every Reference to the Number 7 in Stranger Things* (again LOL)

(Also includes the 7/11 references showing Will and El's connection & the references to the number 14)

------Tumblr glitched & deleted my original post :(, so I'm reposting so I can add to it in the future -------

Anyways to the post now:

Character Quotes:

- Will to Mike: "It was a 7. The demogorgan, it got me"

- Hopper to his ex-wife, talking about Sara: "Those 7 years, they were everything to me"

- Billy to his Mom: "The wave was 7 feet" (first mentioned by @kaypeace21)

- Mike to El: "Sorry that made me sound like a 7 year old"

- Joyce to Hopper: "Okay well how about 7 then?" Hopper responds: "7, Enzo's, Friday. Meeting there."

- Lucas in the s1 D&D game: “It will bite your 7 heads off”

- Eleven to Hopper: "You say soon on day 21 (2+1 = 3) You say soon on day 205 (2+0+5 = 7), you say soon on day 326 (3+2+6=11)" (found by an anon in an ask)

Hidden Details:

- The candy in the vending machine (D3 + D4) = 7 (first found by @kaypeace21)

- The kids were in 7th grade in S1

- Will was in the upside down for 7 days (7 in our dimensions's time, 11 days in upside down time) (7/11 reference)

- 7/11 at the gas station in S3 (7/11 reference)

- The wizard/cleric in D&D (Will's roles) can use a powerful attack called "7 eyes"

- Eleven and Kali meet in Episode 7 (pointed out by @kaypeace21)

- "From Russia with Love" (Hopper's teaser 001/004) is a James Bond movie. James Bond is 007. The double 0's may also be another clue hinting to this.

- The Mindflayer stabs Billy 7 times (not found by me - that post here. I also double checked this and it's true.)

- The 7 colors of the rainbow flash across Billy's face in his last scene with El in the mall (found by @strangerthings4theories)

- In the 004 teaser, the volume dial is turned to the number 7

- @strangerthings4theories pointed out that the HNL control room video has 7 monitors

- @0aurelion-sol0 pointed out that the Russian telephone code was a 7, and to dial Russia from the U.S. you need to dial 011 first. (7/11 reference) And they also pointed out that Rainbow has 7 letters - there are numerous rainbow references to Mike/Will and also the rainbow room in the lab.

- Will's full name is William (7 letters). Will is 4 letters. 4+7 = 11. (7, 11 & 4 reference) (found by @strangercoco and @kaypeace21)

- Mike's full name is Michael (7 letters). Mike is 4 letters. 4+7 = 11 (7, 11 & 4 reference) (found by @strangercoco and @kaypeace21)

7 (associated with Will) + 4 (possibly associated with Sara) = 11 (7, 11 & 4 reference)

(The number 4 may represent Sara, and how her, Will, and El, are all connected.)

- Will's birthday is March 22. March is the 3rd month, so 3+2+2 = 7 (found by @kaypeace21)

- Mike’s bday is the 7th of April (the 4th month) and Will was born in March (the 3rd month) 4+3=7 (pointed out by @smalltown-byers)

- Mike's bday is in the 4th month, so 4+7 = 11 (7/11 reference)

- Will is 16 days older than Mike, 1+6 = 7 (found by @willthecleric)

- In the ST4 announcement here, when the the number 4 is turned upside down, looks like the number 7:

- The image of the person in front of the burning car (which is widely theorized to be Will since of his association with fire in the show) is the 7th image of the ST4 clips shown:

- In the "Eleven are you listening?" teaser (002/004), the number 7 is covered:

- 3+5 = 8 (008) (found by @kaypeace21)

- 5+6 = 11 (011) (found by @kaypeace21)

The Number 14 :

- Of the numbers not covered on the board above in the 002/002 teaser: 3+5+6=14 (pointed out by @strangercoco)

- The D&D roll in S1 = 14. 7 from Will, 7 from Mike. (first found by @kaypeace21)

- The Byers Hawkins house number is 149 (1+4+9 = 14) (found by an anon in an ask)

- "Dear Mike, today is day 185" (1+8+5 = 14) (found by @kapyeace21)

- Mike's last name is Wheeler (7 letters). Michael Wheeler = 14 letters (pointed out by@0aurelion-sol0)

Episode 7's:

- Episode 7, S1 "The Bathtub": The bad men come looking for El, she has the sensory deprivation tank in the lab flashback and talks to Will in the upside down, and Ted says "Our son with a girl?" (a joke about Mike being gay)

- Episode 7, S2 "The Lost Sister": Eleven visits Kali (008), Brenner appears, and the Luke/Leia and Mike/El Star Wars parallel happens

- Episode 7, S3 "The Bite" : Eleven gets attacked by the Mindflayer, and Blank makes you crazy & Robin coming out parallel each other

In the Music:

S1 soundtrack: (7/11 reference)

@0aurelion-sol0 also pointed out that the S1 soundtrack Vol.2 7th track is "first kiss" like "The First Lie”, and “The First I love You”

- S2 soundtrack: I think we all get this one xD :)

- S3 soundtrack: (before robin comes out, she and Steve staring at ceiling the Mindflayer comes into the mall through later)

- Also, there is a track called "Seven Feet" (#26) that plays for the scene of Billy and El in the Mall when she recalls his memory of his mother.

Soo...what does it all mean?

The Number 7 References/Symbolism in Real Life:

- the 7 wonders of the world

- It's considered a magical number:

The Dice in the ST4 sneak peek:

- It's considered a lucky number:

- In Christianity, God has 7 angels (found by @kaypeace21)

- In Verdic Numerology, the number 7 refers to the god of the "shadow" planet, Ketu (found by @kaypeace21)

So sorry to repost again guys, I had so much fun reading all your add ons before I was loving it! They were all amazing!! Feel free to add on again if you want :)

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hopefulstarfire · 2 years ago

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Anyways don't rule out anything in your life. The universe likes to prove you wrong.

My own story of this is one of my favorite ones.

When I was in 7th grade, I was in the hallways and I get a glimpse of some fucking giant in the 5th/6th grader hallway and got confused. I genuinely thought he was somebody's older brother, because like, he looked 18. My friend turns to me, smirks and says "That's a 6th grader."

8th grade rolls around, I meet said 6th grader, now 7th grader (who, turns out to be a year older than me; his birthday was later in the year and he got held back one year) in Spanish Class first thing in the morning. While he does not remember sixth grade at all, we became friends.

We gave each other a lot of shit in high school. Our friend group expanded and we always had to find some way to annoy each other.

One person in our school said, "Y'all are gonna get it on someday." Both of us gagged, because, nah, we didn't see each other like that.

(Okay, there was a brief crush on my end senior year, but that was short lived).

One day in guitar class that same year, he proposed an idea for a story and asks me if I'd like to help him write it. Being that he was one of my closest friends, I said yes.

We worked on that story for a good couple of years, even as I went off to college. It was funny, though. I came back for Easter weekend, ran into a couple of our friends at Walmart and they told me it was prom night. I texted the friend in question that I had run into them and didn't know prom was that night, and his response was, "Wait, you're in town?" "No, they drove two hours to go to Walmart in bumfuck nowhere lmfao. Yeah I'm in town." "You should swing by! I wanna say hi!"

So my Mom and I go over there and he struts out in a tux and my old principal is sitting there, glaring at me because I'm in short shorts because I live in the south and you don't wear pants starting in April. She tells him after a few minutes to go inside and I head out.

What I missed was one of our teachers looking at him and asking "Why didn't you ask her to prom??" And he just kinda blanches and says, "What, us? We're just friends."

I had dated a guy towards the end of my freshman year. Only lasted a few weeks. I was in a rough spot, I knew I didn't want to be in a relationship with him anymore and I just wanted some time to myself. I thought I needed to just be free on my own again to get my head on straight.

I didn't know he was excited I broke up with my then boyfriend.

My Mom and Dad decide they wanna go on a weekend vacation (this is when quality time with Mom was super important, it was the last year we got to have her here) and ask me if I can dogsit our old ass Yorkie. I say sure and I invite my friend over. I know they won't give a shit, they adore him and always have. My friends were always welcomed at the house.

Well it gets to be late and I tell him I don't want him having to go drive that late, he can crash there. But I'm also feeling lazy and I wanna sprawl out on the couch that he is also sprawled out on. And I don't wanna be by his feet. So we're laughing as we end up cuddling and watching some Netflix.

Next thing I know we're kissing and nothing has ever felt more right in my life. Like, "Damn, why haven't we been doing this this whole time?"

5 years later, I'm still beyond grateful that the universe proved me wrong. My Right Person was right in front of me all that time and we never would have fucking believed it if you had told us that in, like, my sophomore year of high school. We would have laughed our asses off.

Guess the universe has a sense of humor.

#kenz musings #im basically missing him rn bc hes not where he can call #hes overseas waiting on getting a new phone plan to last him until he can get back #and im just laughing. sitting here thinking about how special he is and how lucky i am #and also that its the funniest thing in the world that we ended up together #bc only two people called it #that same friend that told me he was a sixth grader all those years ago?#i saw the windows blue screen of death happen in real time across her face when i told her we got together #like listen our way of showing affection has always been us being dicks to each other #we just had no idea in high school that we would be doing it much more affectionately later on #and also always cuddling someway or another when were together #Genuine Affection took TIME and us being not 16 year old shitheads anymore

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