#i got the biggest serotonin from answering this ask

[m00npill]

[Transcript] Fallen Angels

FALL OUT BOY'S ULTRA-AMBITIOUS NEW ALBUM WILL MAKE THEM ONE OF THE WORLD'S BIGGEST BANDS. SO HOW COME PETE WENTZ IS STILL SO DEPRESSED?

source: x the other page missing ;-;

2007 Kerrang! No.1142

PETE WENTZ is an hour late.

Because of this the first thing you learn about Fall Out Boy is that nothing happens without him. His three other bandmates - singer and guitarist Patrick Stump, guitarist Joe Trohman and drummer Andy Hurley - sit waiting. They're in a conference room on the first floor of the Marriott Hotel in Lowell, Massachusetts, a pretty, vanilla flavoured town 60 minutes north of Boston. The reason the group are here is because in three hours they're due to play four songs in front of 8,000 people gathered to watch the local radio station's Christmas concert. But first they're forced to wait. Because picturing Fall Out Boy without Pete Wentz is like imagining a motorway without traffic.

"See, that's not right," says Patrick Stump. Stump is wearing a small frown and an indulgent smile. It's been said that he has no ego. As you hear him now he's checking out his own entry page on Wikipedia. "No, see, they've got that wrong...

We don't have much time. Fall Out Boy landed at Roston's Logan airport at 4pm. This lunchtime they were in Chicago; by dawn they'll be in Manhattan. The band's ride pulled up in Lowell an hour ago. It's now 6:30. At 9:25, they're due onstage. Before that they need to pose for photographs and answer questions.

"Pete's in his room," someone says. Andy Hurley goes downstairs to the toilet, taking a security guard with him. Fall Out Boy have two security men: one for Pete Wentz, one for the others.

Wentz calculates that he spends 40 minutes out of every hour on the phone. He receives up to a 100 emails a day. He owns a film production company. He's a published author. He owns his own record label. He owns his own clothing line. He's modelled for Gap. He'd be modelling for us if he could be bothered to be here.

But Pete is in his room, laid low with depression. He's sat on the floor "calling random people from [his] home town [Wilmette, Illinois]", people whom he believes will "understand [him]". Problem is, when they pick up the phone he "can't think of a thing to say". All the while it's getting later and later. He feels self-conscious about how to time his entry, aware that he might be thought of as "the asshole American guy in a band". Even now, two and a half hours later, these feelings are still resident in his mind. "It's weird," he'll say. "Although I'm functioning, half of my head is in another place.

Do you see how people might look at you, see your wealth and your privilege and your opportunities, and think: you ungrateful son of a bitch?

"Of course," he says. "I think that all the time. But you asked me about depression and so I'm talking about it. It's the culture we live in."

You don't seem to mind talking about it. "The only problem I have with it is that I don't want people to read this article and go, 'lt'd be so amazing to be depressed! That'd be cool!'. I don't want to create an industry of misery."

These days, Pete Wentz has prescriptions for Xanax, Praxil, Prozac and Ativan. To compliment this, he's taking serotonin reuptake inhibitors (more anti-depressants). In the past, he's been administered anti psychotics. If Wentz were to die tomorrow his coffin would need to be fitted with a child-proof lid.

"Sorry I'm late," he says, entering the conference room, shaking hands. "I'll be your self-conscious rock star for the day." Paul Harries, Kerrang!'s photographer, tells the bassist that we don't have much time. Pointing the lens at his face he tells him it'll need to see his full repertoire of poses. The subject understands precisely what the photographer means, and as the flash lights zap before him he gives him just that. The camera loves Pete Wentz, even if at the moment Pete Wentz hates himself.

He's depressed. You'd never know.

"NOT TO beat up on the press," says Joe Trohman. "But they do tend to take one look at our band and and say, Pete Wentz is Fall Out Boy." Trohman is answering a question as to whether it grates on his nerves that the band's bass player is the one who garners most of the public attention. "Not at all, no. Pete is the public face of the band because we want him to be the public face of the band.

Would you be screwed without him?

[askpokeeosin]

Has this been killed and subsumed by Ask Quarantined Redheart?

Okay, I do feel like this does need to be addressed. The short answer is not quite but Ask Poke Eosin specific posts continuing forward are going to require a major change in the blog. Keep reading for the very long, probably rambling answer.

When I started the blog, I was on my holiday break after my first semester of my first year of medical school. My mental health wasn't quite in the toilet but it was getting pretty close. I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that I was struggling to get my studying flow down while still maintaining my hobbies, especially drawing. Couple that with getting depressed/burned out right at the end of that semester while binging Firestarter Spitfire/The Sunjackers and the decision to make this ask blog came about mid-ish December 2022. So I have this blog to thank a lot for helping to make my drawing hobby more consistent.

Now comes the part where I have to take an honest look at what I meant for it to be and where I'm at now. The original intent of the blog was to be this sort of educational blog about the current state of evidence based medicine and stuff that happens/happened to me during medical school, training, and onwards. That second part is the biggest problem. Poke is essentially me, the mod. The "Clinical Quiz" arc from a year or so back is something that happened to me and the way I (mostly) present it is how I tell the story to people in real life. While I doubt any of my colleagues care enough to dig deep for this blog, I still am dancing a little too close to doxing myself with the way the blog is currently.

Perhaps most importantly, I started my third year rotations back in the beginning of August. Pretty much the culmination of all the basic science lectures from the first two years, finally seeing actual patients! I soon realized, though, that I can't present these patients to the masses of the internet, even if they've been redrawn as cute technicolored magical ponies. Not just because of HIPAA issues but just because of the fact that just by going to the doctor and having a medical student like me asking them questions that they'd never answer in any other context. They are vulnerable and I feel like it would be unethical to present them as entertainment. I wouldn't necessarily be against drawing patient presentations but I would seriously need to figure out how to do it without revealing too much.

And finally, perhaps a more selfish reason: I feel like folks like Quarantined Redheart more. The project got its inspiration from a pharmacology lecture about tuberculosis medications during my second year. The fact that TB patients are required to quarantine for at least two months, Rifampin's red/orange body fluid quirk and it causing certain drugs to be metabolized faster, and a third plot point that I won't reveal just yet all came from that lecture. Originally, Quarantined Redheart was supposed to be a side project. The more I worked on it and the more that I fleshed out the plot and its characters, the more I came to love working on it to the point that I'd hesitate to call it a side project anymore. It also gave me the opportunity to say some stuff about the current state of healthcare that I feel like I couldn't do with what is essentially a self insert OC. Seeing that people really do seem to like the story that's being told made turning Quarantined Redheart into the main project a little easier. Is that a great reason to focus one's attentions on a project? Probably not. But it's also the curse of the artist: I draw what I want but the Notes notifications on my dash also lets serotonin stay in the synaptic cleft a little bit longer.

So is Ask Poke Eosin dead? I'm hesitant to say "yes" on that. I think there'll be more shitposts and random educational stuff than any of the full blown patient care stories that I originally thought I'd be doing. But I need to figure that stuff out for sure. Is Ask Poke Eosin dead? Nah. It's just hibernating right now.

[platoniccereal]

How did you come up with your dragon age OCs? Did the design come first, or their personality? And does how they look (their hairstylr, the clothes they wear) influence their background for you, or vice versa? I hope this makes sense, lol but since you're an artist I'm curious whether you start visually or with a story in mind!

fgxbgdt thanks for a question this interesting, i'm glad i'm able to get to it!

i think when i was younger it was the design that came first because i'd just start the game and figure out the personality later, and now that i'm older i think of the role i'd like to play and design a character accordingly.

so, this happened with hawke. garrett always was the biggest and the least struggle at the same time? i knew i didn't want fem!hawke (i never play cis fem characters because *gestures vaguely* dysphoria) and always play mages, so i created my basic ginger person for the very first playthrough, but it never felt right. hence, i turned back to the default look and focused on his story more. hawke is a somewhat fixed personality canonically, so it feels a bit off to think of his story, it's already there. i'd say he's work in progress, more than any other ocs.

allaros, my sweet baby, also being the oldest of my current ocs, was designed accordingly to my taste. hence, he's a ginger elvhen mage. like, it's my favourite coincidence that i got interested in bull and Then found out he was into redheads. because i just always created ginger playable characters!!

the design is totally affecting how i perceive a character. i do a little trick where i give them light eyes, because my monkey brain instantly starts liking a character more. this is just ridiculous. it works every time. when i created surana in dao for the first time, i couldn't move forward till i got them a hairstyle i pictured in my head, like, a single mod. it didn't feel like them.

i remember the earlier drawings of allaros where i just repeated how he looked in the game, and eventually some features started to show up. none of them is present right now, lol. i remember he was wearing a mask and was very much flamboyant ✨. he was a typical dragon age comedy genius character. also rather centrist, also a pacifist. the violence isn't an answer kind. sometime in between his key feature was being Really tired of everyone's bullshit. which makes sense. now that i revisited his character he got way more mature and well structured. still very tired. not a centrist. thank god.

surana and cousland came from me wanting to see the worst choices possible. one evolved out of another: first, i was influenced by bioware's bullshit with radical elves, esp velanna, so my choice for that playthrough was surana. then, years later, i was enlightened that it is, indeed, racist bullshit. i designed cousland for my the worst choices playthrough. a human noble who doesn't care about others kinda makes sense. then i designed their final looks from what i wanted to see, though i would say surana's appearance is work in progress, i want something that brings me serotonin and can't quite figure it out. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

thank you so much for asking, your ask sparked joy when i saw it in my inbox! :)

[seelestia]

happy new years to you too!! also lia. lia. goodness the way i almost squealed afgshd .+ᵒʰ(つ∀<●)ﾟᵐʸ♪｡ yes,,for blackmail purposes but bedo reserves smiles only for me and klee. so we have two love languages in common! the other would be words of affirmation aside from teasing and me being a koala. tsk-tsk, that sounds like ayato for him to do smth like that /lh. but i bet he'll hold an umbrella over ur head whenever it rains! ~Lycoris

lyyyy! hdhwjdks, i'm vv happy to know that my rambles almost got a squeal out of you, hehe >:) d'awww! i bet there are times where albedo doesn't even notice that you and klee are the only ones he smiles at like that. like a smile so natural, so easy that even the chief alchemist can't comprehend how the mere sight of you two can make the corners of his lips tug upwards so effortlessly.

speaking of, what pet names do you call him (except bedo, ofc, hehe) and what about him to you?? ik they're gonna be cuteeee <3

(p/s: i'm sure klee is a dear to play with, but i hope you don't end up getting a lecture from jean for enabling the little bundle of joy too much! i can feel albedo shaking his head fondly from all the way over here jdjekkds)

and true, ayato just likes having his fill of fun first but he has a clear view of when to stop and take responsibility! but let's be honest, he'd also use the umbrella thing as an excuse to huddle (and because of that, i jokingly jab at him in protest /lh).

no worries! ramble to your heart's content because i'm all too glad to listen ;D (/g) oh my lord, ly is officially my senior now??? i'm digging it! if you were a tailor in mondstadt, i would've come to your shop everyday just as an excuse to give you food 😩 do you have any favorite food of yours?? desserts or snacks??? i'll get my hands on them >:)

I READ YOUR ASK AND CONTACTED MY BEST FRIEND, PINTEREST! that app is a treasure cove of inspos and i just had to share them with you <3 okay, but the light academia x preppy is so adorbs?? they compliment each other so well! as expected of one of my fav couples~ but i just noticed that blueberries and lilies are literally ayato's color palette in a nutshell??? hoyoverse knew me better than i knew myself. (/j)

ylang-ylang is like a plant mostly known for its fragrance! i don't think it's really fun, but i like lots, hehe. its scent reminds me of baby blankets and the name is just so cute and fun to say?? it's, in my words, vv funky. what's your fav scent, ly?? whatever it is, i just know albedo is also in love with it <3 (especially if he can smell it from your hair when you do your daily koala things, ehe!)

as i said just now, ramble to your heart's content, ly! i'm here for it all 😩 to answer your question, i shall present to you the two types of grumpy ayato! i am putting on my silly professor glasses for this 🥸 (/lh)

grumpy from work 'yato in which case i appease by: letting him rest his head in my lap and comb my fingers through his hair while he rants abt work and ask me what i think could help, etc. like a vent + bonding + brainstorming session all in one! life as a public figure can be hard and he can only ever show this side in private with those he trusts, so he really appreciates it when i do this for him.

grumpy from prolonged time of being apart in which he initiates physical touch more than usual like randomly leaning his head onto my shoulder or sneakily searching for my hand to hold it. when i raise an eyebrow at him, his excuse is just "i need to make up for the painful and excruciating time i spent apart from you" — it's only been a day and i thought i was the clingy one. (/j)

i can see it! and when you finally give him some affection, he either flusteredly goes "w-what do you think you're doing?" or just give in and poutily mumble, "took you long enough" <3 AND CYNO'S JOKES. WHAT A NATIONAL TREASURE.

okay, ly, cyno told me to tell you this... but what do you call five ants that move in with other five ants? tenants, you call them tenants. get it?? BECAUSE THERE ARE TEN ANTS AND THEY'RE TENANTS— ly, please don't leave. cyno forced me to do it so i can take a picture of you laughing. did i succeed (/j)

heizou is deffo vv chipper! he always gets up to many adventures for work or to follow his intuition and he often offers me an invite! i, a concerned human being, tag along to "rope him out of trouble" — but i'd be lying if i say his adventures aren't fun and he brings out my spontaneous side which i'm vv grateful for (because i suck at that <//3). heizou also likes to sneak up on me and pull the "guess who?" prank! the correct answer sometimes changes from the most capable detective in inazuma to beloved soulmate to more cheesy stuff, pfft.

as for kuni. emotionally distant tsundere brat who is secretly considerate. OPEN UP, LET ME LOVE YOU. (/lh) but i think out of the two, kuni is the most affection-deprived but it'll take time to have him admit it (sighing because he's cute for that) 😮‍💨

(i am in denial because i do not derive satisfaction from admitting that i like him but he's actually not so bad... i suppose. /j i had a whole denial phase abt him some time ago like i was saying how i don't like him but then most posts on my priv were abt my character analysis on him and how he is so fjkwkkck)

[sweetkpopmusings]

joshua best friend headcanons <3

a/n: this best friends series is giving me so much serotonin, and i love to see others enjoying it!! joshua is so cringe (said lovingly) and i am so very fond of him :,-) my break from work is over after today, so my posts will probably not be as frequent, but i promise this series will continue !! pics not mine <3

content: fluff | wc: 0.8k | warnings: none! | pairing: bestfriend!joshua x gn!reader | requests: open

he's the type of best friend that sees you two as a team

yes, he refers to you both as "the dream team" constantly

and he says it with his whole chest each time

like when one of his members asks what he did on the break, he'll answer "oh, y'know, just got the dream team back together"

they just respond (probably preceded by an eyeroll) "how's y/n doing?"

they're so unfazed by it but they'll tease him about it if you're around. if you join them at an event or a hangout, when you walk in the room they'll cheer because "the dream team is back together again!!!"

they're so dramatic but shua is eating it up actually

unironically will ask you, "is he bothering you, queen/king/my liege?"

he thinks it's so funny like it doesn't matter if you think it's funny he will stick with that bit forever

because he actually does care if people or things are bothering you

he will ask you how you are doing all the time

and he wants genuine answers

he'd never push you or anything like that, but he isn't asking you out of politeness or routine

as your best friend, he is dedicated to your wellbeing

he's so invested in supporting you

if you're trying to overcome a problem, develop a new skill, or complete some random 30-day challenge, joshua is right behind you the whole time

he'll send you encouraging messages, look out for tips he can send your way, and sometimes he'll even take part in it himself!!

truly a great cheerleader to have in your life :,-)

creates traditions for you two

he knows that life is wild and it can be hard to get together and talk as much as you want to

so he ensures that, regardless of what's going on, you two have things that bring you together

it could be based on a shared interest! maybe you both really like this one youtube channel, so you always watch the new content together

i would not be surprised in the slightest if he signed y'all up for silly subscription boxes

like yes there's a monthly service that sends you mini science experiments and yes joshua got you both a year-long plan and yes he expects "shua & y/n's science session" to be a whole event every time

it was somewhat of a joke at first because shua loves being ridiculous but you both ended up loving it so much that you looked forward to each new box

he's very protective of you <3

he's always looking out for you, so he is pretty invested in how people treat you

whether it's in the workplace, in your friend circles, in romantic relationships, and even in your family (bio, chosen, or otherwise)

he wouldn't meddle in your relationships, but he's not afraid to speak up if someone is not treating you with the respect and care you deserve

he always respects your decisions, but he will never hold back an opinion that is for your benefit.

he won't get mad if you disagree with him either like he's the king of promoting autonomy, agency, and self-respect <333

he works hard to earn your trust, which is why you trust his judgment

and he goes to you for the same thing

he nevers wants you to beat around the bush with him

your bond is too special for superficial pleasantries like that

you both know each other so well that it only makes sense to be transparent with one another

which is why he'll come to you with some of his biggest concerns, insecurities, etc

because you're the one person who can see him for who he is without him worrying about putting on a persona or performance

and he's so grateful to you for that, more than he could ever express

so after a heart-to-heart he'll just look you directly in the eyes and say a soft yet strong "thank you"

and then make a lil joke because whoa it got real serious and he's a lighthearted guy

takes a lot of pictures of you / you two together !

he will send you the pictures where you are making a funny face and threaten to use it as blackmail <3

if you try to do the same he'll just go "good luck, i'm beautiful in everything :-)"

and you're like yes but have you considered you're also an idiot <3

runs ideas by you for weird things he can do to shock his members

he knows the water bits always kill, but he's looking to take things to the Next. Level. so he's scheduling a meeting with you to walk through his bit prototypes and maybe even doing some trial runs with you

he's taking it so seriously and you're like wow you're a dumbass and he's like "thank you so much so what was your rating on the tearaway pants trick again?"

boy has a clipboard and everything i swear

joshua is just such a funny and strange guy who wants to add value to your life because you bring so much to his!! he'll always be there for you, rain or shine, and he reminds you constantly of how special you are :,-)

joshua if you're taking applications for besties please let me know and i'll submit my resume asap!!!

[1ddotdhq]

💿Sun 13 Dec ‘20💙

Happy Birthday, Fine Line! Have a Louis show! (Seriously, why can’t I get cool shows for my birthday like that??). So today’s been a busy week, huh? 

It is, of course, Fine Line’s anniversary, and the celebration kicked off last night, with a twitter emoji (it's Harrrry! Doing the FL pose so so tiny!) and the DYKWYA website changing. It’s pink and black and blue and white, and now tells us that we’re “loyal” and “marvelous” and “memorable” and “powerful” and “rare” and “real” and “staying six feet apart” (or 70 other lovely options). So either HSHQ got their thesaurus out, or they tuned into Louis’ show last night, because that’s EXACTLY how I would describe it. Anyways, the day started with a Harry sighting! Well, a video from last week that is, of him doing a MakeaWish FaceTime in a blue snapback. And then there was a Harry Lambert interview, where he directly addressed the discourse around Harry’s fashion choices, saying, “Harry will never wear something that he doesn’t want to wear...I always say, 'I‘m not doing my job if I’m making someone wear things' because I just think if someone gets comfortable in what they’re wearing, then it doesn’t matter if I think it looks good.” He went on to say, “There’s never an element of me forcing him to wear anything”. So - TAKE THAT, transphobes! We all recognize that saying “the mean gay man is making Harry look gay/genderqueer” is, uh, a REALLY bad take, right? Anyways, hopefully that’s the end of it, but we all know it won’t be. He also told us that Harry chose the (fake) pearls, asking “can I just wear these every day?” and they were only replaced with real ones after that strand broke, that he tried to get H out of the Vans for the Golden vid but he said nah, and about the Golden and WS videos “I kind of saw it as the same man just in a different place in the world” which, well- yeah? But the implication that that man was not Harry is interesting. Aside from that, we got some more terrible merch from HSHQ (including a shirt that is a glove with legs stuck on it, wtf), a few celebratory tweets from HSHQ, The Forum, Jeff Azoff (there's a theme here lol) etc, AND! A post from Harry himself: “I couldn’t be more grateful for you all continually finding new ways to change my life. Thank you for listening, and for everything else. I love you always, but especially today. H”. What? That’s his name, isn’t it? 

But, of course, H wasn’t the only one celebrating online today! Louis came back and answered some of our questions about the show. The first is that he sold over - are you ready for this? - OVER 160,000 tickets for the show, making it the biggest online show of 2020 by a solo male artist, and the third largest overall of the year. Even the Sun had to admit how “exceptional” that is, describing the show as "the equivalent of eight nights at London’s O2 Arena." Doing the math, this means he raised over $3.1 million from ticket sales alone! HOLY SHIT! Hearing that, Louis came on twitter to say (in reply to a quote by his PR company lmao), “This is truly incredible. No major label, no radio, yet here we are. The feeling of support I get from you all every time I do something is unbelievable. Forever Thankful! And they never see us coming!”. Of course, this incited another round of label discourse, wondering if this means he is still an unsigned artist. Does this simply mean the livestream wasn't put on by a label, yes, does Louis absolutely know about the discourse and is he being deliberate, I would also say unmistakeably yes. Which is not to say we know ELSE it might mean -- is he signed to an indie? Still label shopping and waving how much more they need him than vice versa in the hopefuls' faces? Signed but the contract doesn't start until there's a record in play (which when you negotiate your own contract and establish artistic freedom, as we can be very sure was Louis' priority, is what labels DO - they don’t manage every aspect of an artists career)? Signed by a major label, but shading the FUCK out of Syco about radio play for Walls? What we DO know is that it wasn't a label that put the livestream on, and damn if that doesn’t make it 1000% more badass. “Memorable”, “powerful”, and “rare” indeed! He’s still early in the process of LT2, as he told us yesterday, so we might have to wait a little longer to figure out what’s happening business-wise, but he made sure to tell everyone that his fans were an integral part of his processing the most inspiring way possible: “the power and the magic comes from the people you guys,” I COULD CRY that's MY inspirational leader THANK YOU. He goes on to say “don't undermine your role in all this... together with your support we're unstoppable!” He also called us “fucking relentless” (god knows that's true) as Walls hit the charts AGAIN, and talked about how the money raised will go a long way. “WE did that!!”

And with that, let’s talk a little bit more about last night’s (“bold”, “extraordinary”) show! ‘‘Copy’ is making its rounds on the internet, but YouTube continues to take down recordings of the show, which SUCKS, because everyone should be able to see it! Maybe in a few days when some time has passed, they’ll let it go up without an issue, or maybe they'll answer our pleas (come through one more time Louis!) and put out a DVD (and live album too how about, YES? Yes.), til then there are the downloads going around tumblr! Good thing we got Louis' seal of approval or just imagine the discourse. The ‘H’ shirt Louis was wearing last night is a Reebok shirt, which was being distributed in a few different places, such one where you could get a discount if you used the code ‘HL40’ and another where it was $28, lol. Was it the loudest Louis shirt ever- I mean I would say an unqualified NO but many are voting YES and are reeling so that's really fun! Welcome to the gang guys. Not likely to win any awards for being loud with such incredible competition but still very good SBBing-- Louis was wearing a stuffed bear t shirt in rehearsal pics. When you know you know, I guess! ;) The band is also soaking in the praises (as they should!) and have been re-posting fans’ stories on Instagram all day (as did LTHQ) - cheers, boys! 

Today’s Liam and Roman alarm was ALL us (well, not allll us, Roman did explain that the alarms would feature fans every Sunday, but then he handed the mic over). “Waking up to Liam and Roman is the best thing EVER! I don’t know why it gives me so much serotonin,” said one fan. I do! It’s because Liam is a real, live puppy dog and he’s so genuinely sweet to his fans. Love him lots, but I love him even MORE when he’s ON the advent alarm!

[companionjones]

Santa Claus Is Going To High School With Ethan and Y/n

Fandoms: StarKid, Black Friday, Santa Claus Is Going To High School

Pairings: Ethan Green x Reader, Chris Kringle x Reader

Summary: In the beginning, you were just a loner in high school who had a huge crush on one Ethan Green. You’re a big fan of escapism, and a certain kids movie brings you lots of serotonin. The teenage version of Santa Claus is more attractive than one might think. What happens when you and Ethan get sucked into the kids movie you’ve grown to love, and Chris Kringle starts vying for your attention? Will Ethan actually get jealous?

Warnings: This is long, cursing, speaking of cursed, I AM SO SORRY I MADE THIS

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    Ethan Green would have rather been at home, smoking weed. Instead, he was at Lakeside Mall with some kid he was babysitting. He took the job because he needed the money for his jalopy that was in the shop. He didn’t mind the kid all that much. The boy, a nine-year-old named Tim, was nice enough. The only problem was that Tim wanted to see a very annoying-looking kids movie in theaters called Santa Claus Is Going To High School.

    “Thirty bucks for two tickets? Are you kiddin’?” Ethan griped as he stood outside of the Cineplex. “Fine. But I want a refund if the kid doesn’t like the movie.”

    The half-asleep cashier responded detachedly, “We don’t do refunds here, sir.”

    Ethan groaned, “Yeah, whatever,” and pulled the kid inside.

    In Theater 4, the previews were still playing. All the seats were empty save for one. Ethan recognized the girl in it. He knew her from the hallways at school. It was you.

    Silently, you were thankful no one else was in the theater with you. That way, you couldn’t be judged as a teenager seeing a kids movie...for the fifth time. Yes, you were kind of obsessed with Santa Claus Is Going To High School. So what? That was your business, no one else’s. Or, at least, it was until--

    “What the hell are you doing, seeing this movie alone?” Ethan Green, the last person in Hatchetfield you wanted to sit next to you in that moment, decided to take a seat.

    At a loss for words, you were trying too hard to think of something to say. “Ethan! I...Um...I--”

    He chucked, “Relax. I’m not gonna make fun of you or anything. Just because something isn’t my style, that doesn’t mean you can’t like it.”

    Completely in shock that someone your age wasn’t going to judge you, you just gaped at him.

    Ethan didn’t notice. “Plus, it kinda rocks that you’re here. I thought I was gonna have to watch this movie with just Tiny Tim here. But it doesn’t seem so bad now with you at my side.”

    You cursed yourself for giggling. It was always like that with Ethan. You two would get paired together on a school project or something, and he would casually flirt with you like it was nothing. You would fall for it, you two would get really close, then the project would be turned in. After that, whenever you would go up to Ethan in the halls, it would be like the two of you had never spoken before. You hated it, especially after you developed a huge crush on him.

    And it was all starting again.

    When the movie began, you watched out the corner of your eye as Ethan fought to stay awake. He lasted ten minutes into the movie. Honestly, you were exhausted, too. You were just getting out of a double shift of waiting on tables. You thought you could get through the movie before crashing at home. You fell asleep not three seconds after the leather-clad boy.

    Ethan was woken up by a school bell ringing. He found himself sitting in a desk. Disoriented, he looked to his right to find you staring at him in alarm.

    “What the hell...” Ethan was able to mumble before the teacher called out to him and you to not be late for your next classes.

    He and you stumbled out into the hallway.

    Once out there, you whispered to Ethan in distress, “We’re in the movie. We’re in the fucking movie!”

    “No. Fuck. No,” Ethan adamantly disagreed, “We’re dreaming. This is impossible. This can’t be real--” Ethan immediately went to help you up when you ran into one of the other students.

    The boy you ran into beat Ethan to it, however.

    “Oh my god...” you voiced, completely in shock, as the stranger helped you to your feet.

    Right in front of you, holding your hand was the reason you came back to watch the kids movie over and over again. There was your #1 comfort character, your biggest crush since Ethan.

    He smiled warmly at you. “Hi there. Sorry about bumping into you...Say, you must be new here. What’s your name? I’m Chris Kringle.”

    “I know,” you blurted. Upon seeing Chris’ slight confusion, you backtracked, “I mean...You’re all people talk about around here. You must be the most popular kid in school, and you’re almost as new as I am.”

    Chris responded charmingly, “Well, that just means that you have a chance at becoming just as popular as I am, and probably even more so because you seem like you’re at the top of the nice list.”

    You felt your moth fall open and cheeks heat up from the flattery.

    Ethan cleared his throat in an attempt to get Chris’ attention off of you. He didn’t particularly like that Chris Kringle thought it was appropriate to be that friendly with you upon only just meeting you. Chris was also yet to let go of your hand.

    He didn’t let go when Ethan got his attention, either.

    Ethan had also gotten your attention. “Um, I’m Y/n, and this is my friend, Ethan. This is our, uh, first day.”

    “Oh, well you two probably need some friends around here, huh? You’re both welcome to come sledding with us. We’re heading off now,” Chris cheerfully invited.

    Ethan answered, “Uh, we actually have something--”

    “We’d love to!” you interrupted.

    Chris beamed, “Great! Let’s go! Oh, and don’t worry, people always bring extra sleds.”

    “What the hell are you thinking, Y/n?” chastised Ethan. “If this isn’t a dream, which I don’t think it is anymore, ‘cause you seem pretty self aware to me, then we gotta figure a way outta here!”

    “I don’t think we can get out of this until the plot of the movie plays out to the end, which is this Friday at the championship game against South Heights. I think all we can do is wait it out.”

    Ethan blanched, “Friday?! But I left Tim alone in that theater!”

    “Haven’t you ever seen a movie like this?” you questioned, “Jumanji? Teen Beach Movie? I’m almost positive no time will have passed once we get out of this.”

    “So what? You just want to go sledding with Chris Kringle until the game on Friday?” Ethan questioned.

    Lamely, you answered, “...Yes.”

    Ethan was rendered defeated by your hopeful eyes. He huffed out, “Fine.”

    Happiness overtook your face. “Thank you!” you celebrated.

    Ethan avoided your gaze due to how adorable he thought that was. Then, a new idea caused him to smirk, “Wait, how do you know how the movie’s going to play out?”

    “I...might’ve seen the movie more than once,” you explained. It was your turn to avoid your friend’s gaze. “...Four times, not including this one.”

    Ethan’s eyebrows shot up, “Four times?! Why the hell do you like this movie that much?” Just then, he followed your gaze to Chris Kringle. It clicked in his head. “Oh...”

    Your gaze dropped to the ground. You bit your lip, embarrassed.

    Both you and Ethan followed Chis to a large hill where a bunch of students had gathered to go sledding. You were able to borrow two extra sleds from a couple of students. After the first few trips down the hell, you and Ethan finally got used to the fact that the two of you were sledding in a Christmas movie with Santa Claus. Or maybe, you two had finally given into the insanity.

    You were standing at the top of the hill, waiting your turn with Chris when he asked you, “So, what’s the deal with you and Ethan?”

    “Me and Ethan?” You were shocked that someone besides yourself could see you and the Green boy like that. “Oh, no. We’re just friends.”

    Chris wondered, “Is there a chance at something more?”

    “Definitely not. Sorry. I guess I fucked up my Christmas wish, huh Santa?” Fuck. You did not mean to say that.

    Kringle panicked, “Wait, you know I’m Santa?!”

    “I, uh--Yes. I do, but you didn’t tell me, so Father Christmas’ spell is still intact. Tell Jingle and Jangle that before they freak out.”

    “YOU CAN SEE MY ELVES TOO?!”

    “NO! No, I can’t!” you assured, trying not to stress out Chris anymore.

    He furrowed his brow, still breathing heavy. “Then, how’d you know I’m...”

    “I...just got that vibe from you?” you lied, cringing because you couldn’t think of a better explanation than that.

    Somehow, Chris bought that, but he still had another question. “Then, how’d you know about Jingle and Jangle?”

    “Well, I see you talking to them all the time.” That actually wasn’t that much of a lie. Chris was pretty bad at talking his elves on the downlow all throughout the movie.

    Chris bit his lip. “Oh. Um, you won’t tell anyone about my secret, will you?”

    He had stepped closer, and your heart had sped up in response. You gazed into his eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. “Of course I won’t, Chris.”

    “Are you two going to actually sled, or just stand up here talking?” Ethan asked as he approached you and Chris.

    Chris, oblivious to the pissed off look on Ethan’s face, laughed and answered, “Sled.” He hopped on his sled and flew down the hill.

    “What the hell was that for?” You angrily questioned Ethan.

    He played dumb. “What are you talking about?”

    “Interrupting us like that? We were...in the middle of something, Ethan.” You were glad you stopped yourself from saying ‘We were having a moment.’ That would’ve been embarrassing.

    Green argued, “Didn’t you say the plot of the movie’s supposed to play out?”

    “Yeah. So what?”

    He wondered, “Doesn’t Chris have a love interest somewhere?”

    “Her name is Noelle,” you answered.

    Ethan sighed, “Of course it is...Y/n,” he got your attention again. “Are you sure you want to get in the way of that?”

    Your mouth slammed shut and your jaw clenched.

    Chris got you to turn to him by shouting your name from the bottom of the hill. He motioned you to join him.

    Glancing between him and Ethan, you chose to ignore the latter for the moment. You sledded down the hill.

    You successfully steered clear of the leather-clad boy for the rest of the time you spent sledding.

    That annoyed Ethan, but he knew you couldn’t avoid him forever.

    When everybody headed back home late that night, you and Ethan didn’t have a home to return to. The two of you decided to head back to Northville High. You and Ethan got lucky. The window to the staff lounge was open. The two of you slid in, and the school was yours.

    “Okay, so we have to find a place that we can sleep in where nobody will accidentally find us tomorrow...” you thought out loud.

    Ethan was still hung up on your conversation earlier. “Are we not going to talk about--”

    “Can we just worry about where we’re sleeping tonight?” you urged.

    Ethan sighed, knowing that talking about it was also something you couldn’t avoid forever.

    Eventually, you and Ethan found the boiler room. Ethan agreed with you that it was secluded enough that no one would catch you. The two of you got lucky again when you found that there were enough sweaters and blankets in lost-and-found for makeshift beds.

    At one point, you asked Ethan, “You cold?”

    He was shivering. Ethan was probably the least prepared clothing-wise to spend hours sledding on a hill. He was feeling the effects of that then. Not that he’d ever tell you. “N-no. I’m g-g-g-good.”

    “Yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes before waling over to the boiler and turning it on.

    Ethan’s cheeks tinged in pink. “T-thanks.”

    “No problem, Ethan.” You approached your bed again and covered yourself in blankets. “You know, you’ve always had issues with asking for help.”

    “How the hell do you know that?” Ethan didn’t mean for that to sound as mean as it did.

    That didn’t seem to affect you though. “The school projects we worked on together,” you explained, “I always had to find all these covert ways to help you out ‘cause you wouldn’t let me do it directly.” A faint smile was playing at your lips, like you were remembering those things fondly.

    Ethan never noticed how much you’d helped him. He didn’t like to admit it, but he had a really tough time in school. As he thought about it, however, Ethan realized that when he did projects with you, the material he was learning didn’t seem as difficult as it normally was. You made things easier for Ethan to understand. That was really nice of you, he thought. He felt bad for never thanking you before for all you did. “...Thanks for turning on the boiler...” Ethan tried. He figured it was a start.

    “Any time, Green,” you smiled before turning away from him and settling into bed.

    The next morning, you and Ethan snuck into the halls when school started. Chris quickly found the both of you. He’d brought you both pumpkin spice hot chocolate.

    “Oh, wow,” you commented when Chris handed you the beverage. You were truly surprised and flattered. “Thank you so much, Chris! This is so nice!”

    He brushed it off. “It’s really no problem. I got them from the cafeteria. We’ve got pumpkin spice for days here at Northville High.”

    You actually giggled at that. Then, you promptly got lost in Chris’ eyes again. You would’ve been embarrassed if you were even paying attention.

    Well, apparently Ethan was. He scoffed, causing you to look at him, and he grumbled, “I guess I should leave you two to it. I...gotta get to class.” He practically stomped off.

    Your eyes followed Ethan as he went. You wondered what in the world was wrong with him.

    Chris got your notice again when he asked, “So, what’s your first period class? I’ll walk you to it.”

    “Um...what’s your first period class?” you asked quickly.

    He shrugged, “Statistics--”

    “No way! Me too!” you lied. “Let’s go,” you suggested before he could become suspicious.

    “So tonight, everyone figured we’d go ice skating. You wanna join us?” he offered, “Ethan can come too if he’d like.”

    “Uh...thanks! We’d love to go,” you smiled, cursing yourself in the back of your head for speaking for Ethan again. You bit your lip, knowing what you had to ask. You weren’t exactly looking forward to knowing the answer. “Is Noelle going to be there?”

    He furrowed his brow. “You know Noelle?”

    “Um, yeah,” you lied, “I’ve seen her...in the halls.”

    He believed it. “Oh.”

    “She’s um...pretty. Isn’t she?” You hated that you were talking up someone else to your crush, but you also knew that Chris was destined to end up with her.

    Chris’ eyes widened in slight realization. “Oh. I didn’t know you swung that way. Do you...like guys?”

    Huh. Santa’s an ally.

    “Um...” Shyly, you nodded. You felt your cheeks thinking about the implications of his question.

    He just smiled. “Good!”

    You spent the whole day following Chris to his classes. It was a dream. Chris kept freezing your desk with his powers and doodling little snowflakes and Christmas trees on it. It reminded you of Jack Frost in Rise of the Guardians. It was really cute too. The teacher had to tell you to quiet down several times because you were giggling too much.

    At the end of the school day, you ran into Ethan again.

    He’d spent the day mostly in the boiler room. He figured that he was spending enough time in regular school. He wasn’t about to spend more time in a fictional one.

    When he saw you again, and you awkwardly brought up that you had signed both you and him up to go ice skating, he said, “Whatever,” which meant he’d go. The main reason he agreed was because he preferred anything over the blank cement walls of the boiler room.

    He just didn’t consider one thing.

    “Ethan, do you know how to skate?” you wondered, skating over to the boy hugging the wall.

    “Psh, of course I do,” he lied shakily, tightening his grip on the solid, non-slippery surface. “I just, uh...like it better over here.”

    You laughed. “Come here.” You took his hand.

    Ethan panicked. “Whoa, whoa. What’re you doing?”

    “Relax. I’m not gonna let go of you,” you assured. “Just one foot after the other, like this.”

    Slowly, you started leading him around the rink.

    For a little while, Ethan felt like he was actually getting it. One bad step though, and he started to freak out again. “Whoa, whoa!” he shouted.

    “It’s alright, it’s alright!” you tried to say, but it was too late. You stayed true to your word, though. You didn’t let go of Ethan. You went down with him.

    He was mostly scared of the act of falling down, so after that part was over, he was mostly concerned with the pain in his backside.

    Ethan looked over to you to complain that you had let him fall, but he found you losing yourself in laughter. He forgot what he was going to say. Watching you, Ethan felt his heart speed up and a smile growing on his lips. Soon, both of you were laughing your asses off.

    Eventually, you and Ethan had gotten your shit together enough to stand up. The two of you went over to customer services at the rink to get ice packs for your fresh bruises.

    “Sorry, I guess I should’ve told you that I...uh...” Ethan trailed off.

    You finished for him, “You’ve never been ice skating before in your life?”

    “Yeah...” Ethan smiled because you started laughing again.

    “It’s fine,” you shrugged off. “I guess I should’ve asked you if you knew how to skate before volunteering you for something against your will...again.”

    Ethan was about to say he didn’t mind. He was about to say that the past couple days with you had been the most fun he’d had in a long time.

    But then, Chris approached the two of you. “There you guys are! I’ve been looking all over for you! Y/n, I was wondering if you’d like to skate, um...with me for a bit.”

    “Oh! Um...”

    There it was. Chris was going to come along, yet again, and sweep you off your feet. You were going to say yes to Santa Creep, and Ethan would be left alone for the rest of the--

    “Ethan and I are actually gonna head back home,” you replied to Chris, interrupting Ethan’s thoughts. “We’ve been skating for a while, and we’re both pretty tired. I’ll see you tomorrow though, okay?”

    Chris seemed a little disappointed by your words. Ethan tried not to become too happy from the look on Kringle’s face.

    “Oh...okay,” Chris replied, “I’ll see you tomorrow...”

    Back in the boiler room, Ethan was still stuck on what had occurred at the ice skating rink. “You know...you didn’t have to come back with me...”

    “Hmm?” You turned to Ethan and furrowed your brow.

    He went on, “You didn’t have to come back with me ‘cause I don’t know how to skate. I coulda come back by myself. You could’ve kept having fun at the rink...with Chris.” Ethan had to physically push those last two words out.

    “Nah, I didn’t really feel like it,” you answered with a shrug. “I’m probably not going to be skating for a while with these new bruises you gave me,” you teased, but your voice grew softer. “Plus, I wanted to spend more time with you.”

    Ethan’s heart stopped. He looked away from you in an attempt to hide the growing blush on his cheeks.

    “Goodnight, Ethan,” you bid before turning over in your makeshift bed, and laying down to rest.

    Ethan’s last thoughts as he fell asleep that night was how the four concrete walls of the boiler room didn’t seem that lifeless with you there.

    The following day was Friday. For the students of Northville High, it was the last day ‘til Winter Break, and the championship basketball game was that night. For you and Ethan, it was the last day of the movie. Santa Claus Is Going To High School was supposed to end after the big game against South Heights.

    You and Ethan ran into Chris in the cafeteria during breakfast. He had more pumpkin spice hot chocolate for the both of you. “Hey guys! I forgot to tell you last night, but since it’s the last day of school, there’s caroling in the halls today. Students who join don’t have to go to classes. Do you guys wanna carol with me?”

    To prevent yourself from immediately responding “Yes!” you bit your lip. You looked to Ethan. You didn’t want to speak for him again.

    He glanced to you, and it looked like he was about to reject the offer, but then he thought about it for a second. “You said it gets us out of classes?” Ethan asked.

    Chris nodded.

    Ethan sighed, “Yeah...okay.”

    A smile broke out across your face. You couldn’t help but hug Ethan. “This is going to be so fun!” You felt Ethan’s body stiffen, and to it to mean that he thought it was weird that you were hugging him. You quickly separated from him.

    You dismissed the pink painting his cheeks as you seeing things.

    The actual singing part of caroling was pretty boring. The group of students you were with would just stop at random places in the hallway for a song or two. People in nearby classrooms would come out to watch you guys and get a little time off from class.

    What made caroling so much fun though were Chris and Ethan. Between stops, the three of you would mess around in an effort to make each other laugh. Well, while you were trying to make both Ethan and Chris laugh, it had turned into a bit of competition between the two of them to get you to laugh. Personally, you didn’t notice any malice between the two of them, but you were too busy laughing to notice much anyway.

    Throughout the day, everyone held their own books that had in them all the carols everyone was singing. Chris stole your book, and you had to go through the whole song and dance (no pun intended) of trying to get it back. Chris easily dodged you every time you went for the book.

    At one point, you tripped over your feet while going for your book. Chris caught you before you fell, and for a second he just gazed at you with wide eyes. Then, something insane happened.

    Chris Kringle kissed you. The boy, the fictional character you’d had a crush on since his movie came out, liked you enough to actually kiss you. You were frozen to your spot.

    Kringle must’ve taken that as a negative reaction. He parted from you.

    “Y/n...”

    You heard a shocked voice behind you before you could say a word to Chris. You turned around and saw Ethan’s highly concerned face.

    Suddenly, the bell rang. It was signaling the end of the school day. The sound made you jump.

    “...I...I have to go, Y/n,” Chris told you. “Coach said he wants us in the gym as soon as the bell rings.”

    You were reminded of the championship basketball game. “Right. Go,” you encouraged.

    “Come to the game later. We can talk there,” he offered.

    “Okay,” you nodded.

    Chris left. You and Ethan were suddenly alone in the hallway.

    Ethan stated, “I can’t believe he just kissed you.”

    “I can’t believe he just kissed me either.” You exhaled for probably the first time since Chris’ lips were on yours. You couldn’t stop a small smile from forming.

    “You don’t want to kiss him again, do you?”

    The question made your smile vanish. You avoided Ethan’s gaze.

    “Y/n, you can’t want any of that. None of this is even real!”

    Your face started burning from embarrassment and anger, but you fought back anyway. “So what?” you shouted. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for something like this to happen?”

    Ethan clearly hadn’t expected your voice to raise as well.

    “Dammit, Ethan,” you really didn’t care anymore, “I’ve liked you for such a long time, but you never noticed me! The only reason you sat next to me in the theater was because I was the only person there. You had no other option. But Chris, he had all the options! And he chose me! Do you have any idea how that feels?”

    You had shocked Ethan into silence.

    “Look, I’m going to the gym to watch Chris practice. Come, don’t come, I don’t care.” It was true. You didn’t care. At that point, you didn’t care that the movie was supposed to play out a certain way. You left Ethan alone in the hallway and headed toward the gymnasium.

    It took Ethan about a minute to even move. So many thoughts were running though his head. He was right to be mad at you, right? The movie had to end a certain way, or else you and him ran the chance of never going home. But then, there was the revelation that you had just unloaded on Ethan. You liked him? Like, liked him, liked him? The more he thought about it, the more obvious your crush became to him, and worse he felt about how he treated you in the past.

    Ethan also started to realize that, maybe he liked you like that, too. Maybe he wasn’t just worried about the movie’s plot. Maybe he was so concerned about Chris’ behavior around you because he was jealous.

    And that brought Ethan back to how he had acted around you in the past. Had he really been so bad? Yes. He’d been so concerned about his bad boy image that he pushed you aside whenever the two of you were around other students. He couldn’t imagine doing that after all you two had gone through in that movie. Ethan didn’t want to be away from you at all anymore, and that included right in that moment as well.

    Ethan knew he was going to have to admit a lot of things to you to get a chance at getting you back. He only hoped it wasn’t too late. He glanced up at a clock in the hallway and realized he only had ten minutes ‘til the game started.

    Meanwhile, you were looking at the same time on a clock in a hallway outside the gym.

    “Y/n.” Chris came jogging up to you. “Thank you so much for meeting me here.”

    “Uh...Hey, Chris,” you swallowed, dread filling you. You’d had some time to think since your argument with Ethan. You were still very angry with the leather-clad boy, and you still cared about Chris a lot, but Ethan was right about one thing. The movie needed to play out a certain way. You had no choice but to get out of the way of that.

    Chris noticed your unease. “Are you alright, Y/n?”

    You took a deep breath, preparing to let Chris down easy. “Um, we need to talk, Chris--”

    “Wait,” he interrupted you, “I know what you’re going to say. Y/n, I’m sorry I kissed you. It was pretty naughty of me to get in the way of the movie.”

    You blinked. Completely disregarding that ‘naughty’ line, you asked, “How’d you know that?”

    At that, he just smiled, “I’m Santa Claus, remember? It’s also how I know it was your Christmas wish to start dating Ethan.”

    “Wait, you’ve known this whole time that we’re in a movie? Why didn’t you tell me?”

    He chuckled, seemingly embarrassed. “I was trying not to mess up the plot. Stay in character, you know? I guess I really fucked that up, kissing you.”

    “Wow, I never thought I’d hear Chris Kringle curse,” you laughed.

    “You just came out of no where, Y/n. Quite literally. I had no idea I’d...like you this much when I brought you here.”

    Eyes nearly popping out of your head, you almost yelled, “You brought us here?!”

    There was an echo. It was Ethan, who had just arrived on the scene. “Why the hell would you do that?” he frantically asked.

    Chris just smirked, “You two will find out soon enough.”

    The buzzer in the gym sounded, signaling the game was going to start soon.

    Chris turned to you. “Y/n, I want you to hang onto my jacket for me.” He handed you his letterman. “Don’t worry about the plot of the movie, I’ll take care of it. I’m...really going to miss you, Y/n. Ethan, you got very lucky with this gift. Be very nice to them.”

    He kissed you on the cheek and ran off before you could say something in return. You absentmindedly put on Chris’ letterman and turned to Ethan. Your plan was to try and explain away Chris’ leading last words to Ethan, but before you could:

    “I really like you, Y/n,” Ethan blurted.

    Your words got caught in your throat.

    Ethan quickly continued, “I’ve only really noticed how I feel in the past couple days in this movie, but I’d be lying if I said I haven’t liked you for a long time. I’m sorry for acting like such an asshole. I really don’t know how you continued to be nice to me after all that...”

    He continued to ramble on, but some twinkling above your head caught your eye. You smiled when you looked up and saw it. “Hey, Ethan?”

    Your voice immediately shut him up as he gazed at you.

    “Look up,” you quietly prompted.

    Hanging above the two of you was a beautiful little mistletoe.

    “I...uh...” Ethan swallowed. “Does this mean you’ll forgive me?”

    You smirked, “Well, I guess that depends on whether or not you’re a good kisser.”

    Ethan’s face broke out in a grin as well. He hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you close enough where your heads barely had to move at all to kiss.

    You were woken up in the movie theater by the kid Ethan was babysitting—Tim, as Ethan had called him—cheering because Chris Kringle had successfully used the ‘Santa Swap’ to win the championship game against South Heights. At least, you thought Ethan had called him Tim. Did Ethan only say that while you and him were trapped in the movie? Was any of that real at all?

    Dread filled you when you started to think that Ethan had never actually kissed you, it had been a dream. That dread doubled when you realized that you had fallen asleep on Ethan’s shoulder.

    You slowly started to raise your head because you had a feeling that Ethan had fallen asleep too, and you thought maybe you could save yourself some embarrassment.

    However, as soon as he could, and at the same time Chris kissed Noelle in the movie, Ethan kissed you too. “I just had the most amazing dream,” he whispered to you once you parted.

    Several thoughts raced through your head. Was it a dream? Is it possible for two people to have the same dream? Yet, you quickly realized that it didn’t matter because Ethan had just kissed you. He liked you! You finally got your Christmas wish.

    As you and Ethan walked out of the theater hand-in-hand, Ethan asked Tim, “So, nothing seemed weird about that movie, kid?”

    Tim shrugged it off. “Nope.”

    “Huh,” Ethan turned to you, you guessed probably to ask you how much you remembered, but Ethan gasped when he saw what you were wearing. “Holy shit.”

    Following Ethan’s eyeline, you spotted what had freaked him out so much. “Holy shit,” you repeated.

    You were still wearing Chris’ letterman.

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Hi! Do you have anymore hockey au ideas? I came across your posts about a hockey au and it was immediate serotonin to my brain

Oh my god I’ve been waiting for someone else to take an interest in the hockey au, I thought it was a lost cause given that we’re all obsessed with minecraft youtubers, not exactly the sportiest bunch of people lmao

Ok so they’re all on the same team, Philza is the coach and the starting lineup is Dream, Sapnap, and Techno as center and wings, Tommy and Schlatt are defense, and Quackity’s in goal

You may be thinking, “but AJ, Quackity’s the smallest one in that line up, why the heck would he be the goalie?” And my answer to that is, yes big goalies can block more with their bodies, but small goalies are fast, and Quackity is just the right amount of batshit crazy to launch himself face-first into a puck to prevent the other team from scoring (this is also why he’s missing teeth)

Speaking of missing teeth, Techno is responsible for 4/5 of Quackity’s missing teeth, because in a scrimmage game between the whole team, Phil put Techno in a defense position for more practice, so Techno went for (and made) a perfect slap shot and nailed Quackity right in the face, knocking out his top and bottom canines and incisors on the left side, the puck actually lodged into his helmet and cut him, so now he’s got a scar stretching from the bottom of his mouth up to his eye, Techno apologized profusely but Quackity didn’t care, he thinks it just makes him look more badass

After every game they’ve got a tradition, no matter if they win or lose, they all pile into Dream and Techno’s cars and each car goes to a different fast food place and gets enough for everyone. Then they meet up at Quackity’s house and have a feast in his basement. Most of the time they also all pass out in the basement, taking the sweatiest, smelliest, greasiest group nap/cuddle puddle you’ve ever seen

And on the topic of cuddle puddles, the team can frequently be seen passed out around the rink, and it’s never just one of them. The two biggest culprits are Tommy and Quackity, once their energy drinks wear off, you can find them unconscious anywhere in the rink. Once in practice they fell asleep on the ice while they were waiting for the offensive line to quit planning out future plays. Schlatt noticed quickly, and instead of throwing himself on top of them like he usually does to wake them up, he decided that the offensive line really was taking way too long, so he laid down with them. When they were finally done planning, the offensive line turned around to find the three of them cuddled up in the goal together (the amount of blackmail photos that Dream, Sapnap, and Techno got of Schlatt that day was incredible)

They once had a contest to see who smelled the worst after a doubleheader (two back-to-back games) and Sapnap and Tommy tied. It’s now a full blown competition between the two of them to see who can smell the worst after each game. The rest of the team hates this, because whoever’s car they choose afterwards is subjected to their rankness. And sometimes they’ll purposefully choose different cars so that everyone has to smell them. Phil, however, loves this competition, because ever since it started, Sapnap and Tommy have been playing harder and better each game, trying to get as sweaty as possible, they’ve been on a win streak ever since it started

Lemme know if you guys want more hockey au cuz I’ve got so many more thoughts, and I really wanna bring other smp members into this, this is just a couple thoughts on the starting line 👀 (please please ask for more I love hockey and I love dsmp, it’s perfect match)

[thxngam]

@icantthinkofausername613 asked, so here goes part 2 of sam seaborn-centric fics! i was gonna add onto the last one but that would be a rlly long fic, so @d1sasterbi, here’s part two of your ask!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13592--Three wins by sloganeer: sam, during three elections! pretty short but it’s a good read :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66650--Five Things That Weren't Comforting by out_there: similar to a fic I put on pt 1 called called Sunshine Days but stil different! 5 AUs of stuff that never happened (personally, the second AU is my favorite) to Sam. it’s some great writing!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66645--Initial Conditions by out_there: sam during SGTE, SGTJ from josh’s persective! it’s got some fairly explicit sex though in the middle, and i’m not ever sure it’s super sam-centric, but it’s definitely enough to qualify for this list. also, it’s so good! like sam and josh’s relationship, the way it’s written, i just...it’s so good.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66649--The Right Word by out_there: clearly, this author is good! from’s sam’s pov as he tries to make sense of his relationship with josh and his view of writing and diction, yknow all those writerly things! a really good peak inside his head.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2755--Everything he almost had by Punk: a kinda sad AU where bartlet isn’t so great and toby gets out and..well a lot. it’s a really good look at an AU version of sam where he’s not quite so sam-like with his ideals and his righteousness and his energy. this is quite good, i really suggest reading it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13495248--By Your Side by UndeadRobins: so cute and from sam’s pov so here it goes! it’s so good! a 5+1 of josh being a clumsy idiot and sam going with him to the hospital. very good and also sucha contrast from the last rec lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8162224--The Future Belongs by ETraytin: a way-in-the-future fic of the next gen of Seaborns to be president. very sweet! it’s just...it’s nostalgic for some reason, and it’s so cute and happy i just...ugh. it’s so fuckin positive lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3925696--an american girl raised on promises by rillrill: female! sam. so good - sam has some, uh, questionable beliefs (internalized misogyny who?), but it’s such an interesting look at the character from a different lens. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2494772--Change by polyamorousgraysexual: sam and bartlet. sam had such interesting parallels with bartlet when he was there and this is sort of a culmination of all those things in one straight conversation. it’s got a fair bit of humor also it’s (i feel like i keep saying this but it’s sort of the point of this list) a nice examination of sam? like why he does what he does? it’s in 2nd person though, and while i’m not always a fan, that works rlly well for this fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5950648--Learning How to Fly by Avon7: Sam’s thoughts on his inauguration. it’s like...so in character. it’s got all of sam’s twisty, wordy mental stops in one internal monologue on the biggest day of his life in the AU. so good. also what i think sam would think/say in canon if we ever got a seaborn for president scene in canon (idk why we would but if we ever did, this would be what happened)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12791685--Vere Vivere by ninjalanternshark: literally i’ve put this on so many lists. trans sam, and a lovely character study of him becoming who he always was and his career. i just...i really love this fic. sam’s a great character in canon, but AUs like these always my heart happy :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2407673--Driving The Future by AndreaLyn: technically sam has literally no lines in this fic. but it’s also literally about sam. so. josh and leo have a conversation about Sam’s “lateral career slide”. I swear it’ll make sense if you read the fic and I like it so here ya go. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/322850--Heart, Temper, Touch by @snowdarkred: another female!sam fic but also she’s a lesbian and people are bigots. it’s sam and her relationships with the rest of the senior staff and bartlet and how she navigates her career and her sexuality. this is a wonderful fic, it’s like...oddly gratifying. ive put it on more than one list, it’s so good!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/218297--Five Months by candle_beck: sam being hyperfixated on five months of his and josh’s relationship. it’s wonderful and so true to the character. sam hyperfocuses on these things and this is a really great fic that translates that to established-but-not-by-much samjosh

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11769843/1/Seaborn-for-America--Seaborn for America by Every Shade of Blue: so i dislike ff.net bc it’s format makes my eyes hurt and its tagging system is abysmal. all the same, i adore this fic and just about all of this author’s tww fic, which is mostly sam-centric if you’re interested! sam is gonna be president but is oddly surprised that nobody else is surprised.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28180788--Half Light by an orphaned account: this fic is sad and does not have a happy ending but it’s got mallory in it! i’m also pretty sure i’ve answered another ask abt this. sam on his career, the events of 20 hrs in America (that’s what those two fics are called right?), and josh

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25152565--Just a Cough by Nkala99: sam’s got asthma. like an idiot, he doesn’t tell his coworkers. is this an AU? yes. do I care? nope. should you read it anyway? yeah.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21651001--Dark by WaterSoter: sam, after he’s been told the president has MS. so good and kinda heartbreaking? it’s written really well but it’s so sad to me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/326546--turning speechless by @snowdarkred: an extension of the parallels between Sam and Bartlet. tw for child abuse. really really good! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27159944--Articulation is to Reciprocation by @cauldronoflove: literally THE sam fic. if you read none of the other fics (which, shame on you), read this one. it’s sam’s whole ass thought process with humor and feelings and banter, i just...what can i say? i love this fic, i love this author, read it. read it twice

so this is long af and i considered breaking it into three but that seems excessive, even for me. if yall want me to do rec lists for the major senior staff i can try? i mean that might be fun. idk, lemme know.

anyway, i realy suggest you read all of these (and the fics in part one! the OG ask is here (https://thxngam.tumblr.com/post/650354718322966528/do-you-have-any-favorite-sam-centric-fics-for)). read them all. read them twice. and as always, leave a comment/kudos when you like something! it’s simple, free, and an easy serotonin boost for these authors!

[blesspastacraig]

A Year in Review

I wanted to creat a list of sorts of everything I wrote in 2020, since I managed to do a lot.

Here’s my one shots:

Not Alone - Published 08 Jan 2020

"I keep telling you, I don't want to go" Craig complains as he burps one of his two newborn twin daughters. His mom, thankfully is burping the other. Craig knows he should be nicer to her but two newborns has him at the end of his tether.

"I know but I'm going to keep pushing you until you do" she says, swaying and patting Daisy's back.

or Craig and Tweek bond at a young parents group because they're the only two people with twins.

New Beginnings - Published 19 Feb 2020

Tweek doesn’t want to push her, so they’re both a little cautious of one another. Tweek doesn’t want to barge in and fill a role she hasn’t given him yet. She’s never had a second parental figure before, and Tweek doesn’t want to force himself into that slot. He barely feels worthy of being the father to his biological child, let alone a stepdad figure to this poor little girl who’s life he’s just invaded.

Or Tweek takes Craig's daughter to a daddy daughter dance because Craig is unable.

Love Chooses You - Published 29 March 2020

He's heard the phrase that you can't choose who you love before, and really, right now he knows it's true. Damien never would have chosen to love Pip of all people.

Rebuild - Published 11 May 2020

“I’m flying Craig!” Tweek cries from the top of the concrete slab. Craig doesn’t answer, only sighs. He sinks down knowing he’s gonna let it happen. He doesn’t want to let it happen but the alcohol has made him slow. Kinda in the same way the drugs have made Tweek fast. They’re out of sync with no way of catching up until sobriety. So Craig just watches, letting it happen. Like he’s watching his own body do nothing. The inner voice tells him to move, to stop it but the body can’t unstick itself from the ground.

Coming Out - Published 20 May 2020

If Tweek is being honest his friends were Craig’s friends, originally. Now they’re his friends too but before Tweek had been a bit of a loner. Not by choice, but for whatever reason kids at school either didn’t like him or just didn’t know he existed. He spent most of his time alone, reading books, studying, playing music or anything one can do alone to ease boredom. For the longest time he’d been the freak and now he actually had friends, like, for real.

Red Racer and Ice Cream - Published 12 June 2020

He could leave, but he knows Tweek will start worrying about him. Tweek is having a good night, he seems pleasantly drunk and is having a great time with Jimmy and Token. Craig doesn't want to wreck what is shaping up to ve a good night for Tweek. It's taken a while to get Tweek to really feel comfortable in social situations like these. He wants Tweek to have the best night he can.

Much Ado About Theatre - Published 15 June 2020

"It's in english stupid, just old english" Tweek reminds Craig.

"Whatever I don't get it. It's like reading gibberish" Craig says dismissively, clearly frustrated.

"Why are you -nghh- taking this class then?" Tweek asks, purely curious. It's not just Shakespeare Craig seems disinterested in. He seems uncomfortable onstage as a whole.

"Because you're taking it" Craig admits sheepishly, a blush appearing on his cheeks.

Sure - Published 19 June 2020

Craig gets his first piercing and Tweek accompanies for moral support. They talk about facing fears and the future.

or Tweek is covered with piercings and tattoos and Craig is a body mod virgin.

Firsts - Published 02 July 2020

Craig likes having a Birthday in the winter. It's kind of a good excuse for only inviting like, four people to his gatherings on the excuse they can't go outside. Craig was never big on the schoolyard politics, even when he was small. The idea that he had to have the biggest party, or the most extravagant and have to decide who or whom not to invite stressed him out. He likes having the excuse that he only had a small house, and that his Birthday was in winter in Colorado, so that he can only invite his best friends and be done with it.

or Craig and Tweek's first birthdays together as boyfriends.

Dopamine, Norepinephrine, Serotonin, Oxytocin and Vasopressin - Published July 11 2020

Tweek sighs boredly as he stirs the potion in his cauldron. It's not that he doesn't like earning a living making potions for people and casting spells but it's so much of the same thing. It's always love potions, that's all he makes these days.

Distracted - Published 26 July 2020

Tweek and Craig needed this break so badly. He feels kind of bad for Craig's mom, who is probably going to have a sleepless night babysitting their son. But holy shit, they needed this.

Stir Crazy - Published 14 August 2020

Craig Tucker: Tucker baby coming 2020! We could not be more excited to announce that Tweek and I are having a baby! There's no one else I'd rather go on this crazy journey with. - with Tweek Tucker.

or Craig is pregnant in quarantine.

Source Decay - Published 16 August 2020

Craig still hasn't taken off his wedding ring. He knows he should, but he just hasn't found it in him yet. He knows Tweek hasn't either, he's seen it in pictures even though now they've been separated longer than they were together.

Baby’s First Skateboard - Published 10 September 2020

Craig and Tweek never really grew out of skateboarding. They do it less often than they did before becoming parents, but they still do their best to make time.

You’re the Boss at Home - Published 18 September 2020

So he has mixed feelings about his last day. He knows he'll miss working, he's always been a working person and he knows he won't like sitting at home waiting to go into labor. But also, he doesn't have to deal with everyone fussing over him being pregnant anymore.

Little Star - Published 03 October 2020

This can't be happening to him, he can't have a baby! What would he do with a baby? He doesn't know. He doesn't even know what he's going to do when he goes into labour. He knows, inevitably he will. That he will go into labour, the baby has to come out some way and it's gonna hurt. He knows all this, but he can't bring himself to ask for help. He knows he's in trouble but he doesn't know how to ask for help.

Baby Love - Published 02 November 2020

Craig tries to swallow down the pain. He can't yell or cry out. Everyone will know then. He has to stay quiet or else everyone will know. He bites down on his lip hard and crouches on the floor near his bed. He has to just breathe, if he breathes through it he can make it. He knows he can.

This Time Around - Published 12 November 2020

Tweek knew he was pregnant with his second child straight away. It was a 180 from his first pregnancy, where he took months to figure it out. When he was pregnant with his first child, his son Teddy, he didn't really have much in the way of symptoms besides being hungry all the time. That was pretty easy to dismiss and write off. They weren't trying for a baby, so Tweek had no reason to assume he was pregnant. He only worked it out because he began showing.

Whatever We Are - Published 22 December 2020

It's hard because Stan isn't quite sure what he is to Kyle. Is it just sex? Is it more? Does Kyle maybe wanna make it more official soon? Stan doesn't know. He knows he loves Kyle and he'd pretty much do whatever Kyle wants. But for now, he's just enjoying the intimacy.

Temptation - Published 24 December 2020

Being summoned is kinda annoying. It's kind of like being asleep, super deeply and then pulled into the bright bustling world with no warning. It's no wonder most demons are angry and violent.

Tweek is an imp, so he's more on the mischievous, poltergeist side of the spectrum. He still scares the shit out of most people who summon him. Usually kids with ouija boards who don't know what they're doing. It's whatever, Tweek usually chases them for a bit, makes them scream and that's enough mischief for one day. Tweek can choose to appear by choice, and leave when he wants to but he rarely does. Humans are mostly annoying, so he stays in his own little world until some idiot summons him.

Traditions - Published 25 December 2020

"I hate Christmas" Craig sighs, looking around at all the lights and decorations. He glares at all the people bustling around. Don't they have homes to go to? He rests a hand on his swollen stomach, he certainly wishes he was home.

Here’s My Multichapters, completed and ongoing:

The Sound of Silence - Completed 25 January 2020

15 Chapters

Craig manages to find himself alone, jobless and a new parent. He struggles to put the pieces of his life back together and build something new for both himself and his daughter.

Don’t Break Me - Completed 26 March 2020

2 Chapters

"What are you -ngrhh- accusing me of?" Tweek growls.

"Literally nothing Tweek, I'm accusing you of your health improving? Isn't that good?" Craig huffs in annoyance. He's sick of his intentions being misinterpreted.

Insight - Completed 10 April 2020

2 Chapters

Craig listens to the incessant ticking of the clock on his wall. He can’t actually see it, it’s night and all the lights are off. But he can hear it, a constant reminder of the passing of time. He knows he should sleep, he really wishes he could but it’s just too hard. Knowing Tweek isn’t here but not knowing where Tweek is. He can’t help but worry even though he has so much more to worry about. His mom would tell him off, tell him he needs to rest but this thing with Tweek has him so messed up.

When We’re Older - Completed 04 July 2020

10 Chapters

When they're older they'll start again. They'll get married, find a house, do it all right. Have children when the time is right and build the loving, nurturing home they both have always wanted.

Stowaway - Completed 14 July 2020

3 Chapters

He's slowly beginning to accept it himself, yes, he's pregnant. He knows it but he's not quite ready to face the consequences yet. He didn't intend to get pregnant, he just got too drunk at a party and had sex with a childhood friend. Consensual but unprotected. He feels stupid now.

So he hides them, the baby, like a little stowaway.

Algorithm - Completed 12 August 2020

5 Chapters

Craig shakes his head. He looks at the homemade bracelet which spells Craig on Tweeks wrist. His heart breaks thinking about how Tweek will cut it off once he knows the truth.

Two for the Price of One - Completed 26 August 2020

4 Chapters

Craig has never been one to succumb to baby fever. He knows a lot of people in his profession do. Both he and his husband, Tweek, professional lives revolve around babies. Newborns too, and while Craig acknowledges that babies may be cute, other people's kids have never really triggered some urge to have his own.

Hungry - Completed 11 September 2020

2 Chapters

Tweek has heard about cryptic pregnancies before. He's seen I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant before, people saying they didn't have any nausea, felt normal, didn't put on weight. This isn't quite that, Tweek gained a small amount of weight. He felt fatigued, but he just put that down to stress. He didn't feel nauseous unless he had a headache, so it was really easy to blame that on the headache. The real only symptom he's had is the hunger. He doesn't think it's far fetched that he didn't realise, surely?

or Tweek doesn't realise he's pregnant because his only real symptom is being hungry all the time :)

Creek Week 2020 - Completed 02 November 2020

7 Chapters

My contribution for this years Creek Week 2020

All seven of these are short snippets of either fics I intend to write, or AU's I have left unfinished. But I thought it might be fun to share small excerpts.

Complicated - Ongoing, Last updated 08 January 2021

18 Chapters Published, 20 Chapters all together.

Craig kind of has an image. It's not that he's pretending to be someone else, but he likes to be perceived as aloof, cold and quiet. He's nice to people who truly know him, but he doesn't like to be perceived as soft from the outside. People already think he's kind of weird, and putting up those walls really helps him to keep unwanted people out. His boyfriend sees his sensitive side, his friends do and his family do. The rest of the world gets a cold shoulder, at least until he gets to know someone and decides to let them in.

Craig and Tweek figure out an unplanned pregnancy, Craig learns families come in all shapes and sizes. Especially LGBTQ ones.

AO3 Statistics:

Word Count: 261512

Hits: 22599

Works Published: 31

Top Five Fics by Hits:

1. Complicated

2. When We’re Older

3. The Sound of Silence

4. Stowaway

5. Hungry

All in all, not a bad output. Thanks to everyone who took the time to read, leave kudos and comment. ❤️

[simeonstans]

OBEY ME BROTHERS AS CELEBRITIES

Sorry I haven't been active. Between schoolwork and just a lack of motivation and creativity, I really dont know what else I should've written. I'm sorry for abandoning this blog for a while haha.

LUCIFER

He's an actor. But later turned into directing and producing movies.

Has an entire room dedicated to his awards, one wall lined up with all his Oscars, Grammys, and Emmys.

Involved in plenty of rumors and scandals, usually where the media thinks he's dating an actor or found a non celebrity partner. But really, he asked them out to talk business.

Whenever he's acting, his character can go from the charming boy to the rich spoiled brat to even the badass detective. He's not a big fan of starring in hero or action movies with lots of effects. Nor directing those types of movies.

Directed a horror movie once and that quickly got taken out of movies for how scary they were. Psychological horror to the extreme.

His stans are usually rich and probably like Quentin Tarantino or Clint Eastwood. Lucifer has beefed with Woody Allen and his stans do as well. Truly iconic.

Philanthropist.

MAMMON

He's a model in canon but I feel he could also be a photographer.

He knows his aesthetics and has plenty of portfolios.

He's probably gonna act a lot smarter now that he's famous and knows plenty of people would want to scam him.

He does give out to charity sometimes but usually he models for campaigns or sells his pictures at auctions and donates away the money or a percentage of it.

Involved in some scandals but they're quickly debunked by his stans or his management. Nothing too bad, just a dating rumor that spirled out of control.

He does have a good relationship with his fans and likes to do podcasts or go on lives and interact and answer questions, even invites them on his lives to talk with them.

He's filthy rich and he dresses filthy rich. His style is very earthy and casual, but he does have that expensive Hermes™ watch and some Prada™ boots.

LEVIATHAN

He's a YouTuber. He also streams every Friday and Saturday from 10pm-6am.

He liked to cosplay but now that he gets invited to gaming cons and events, he probably doesn't have much time to make a good cosplay up to his standards so he'd probably wearing Tanjiro's earrings one day and then his Naruto jacket the next.

Whenever he goes to concerts, it's a thing that fans secretly take pictures of him if they're near him and there's plenty of content of him drooling over Zaramela.

There's YouTube compliations of him going shy whenever someone is nice to him or someone attractive goes near him.

Because he games a lot, he probably would sweat a lot if he becomes concentrated. So whenever he'd brush his hair back or put it in a ponytail, his stans go feral.

Don't mess with his stans, they're the type to call and email anyone so you have your life ruined. But I promise they're usually soft stans.

He dresses like the gamer boy of your dreams tbh.

SATAN

He's a painter.

The next Picasso. Van Gogh. Monet. He has talent.

Many would say he could be an author cause he reads but I headcanon he could have synesthesia. So whenever he'd read a book and go over a specific scene, it'd inspire him to draw or paint something.

If he's stressed, he plays classical music and paints whatever the music says.

He was probably a college student when this happened and he had a lot of paintings he didn't know what to do with, so he just sold them or gave him away to charities under a fake name.

Like some Hannah Montana shit, he lived a double life for a couple months and then he got outed by some journalist that was supposed to keep up with him.

He gets invited to plenty of events and has painted for celebrities and politicians. Despite that, he's probably the least popular of his brother's but his stans are very dedicated to him and surprisingly there's rarely any fights within.

He has money but the most expensive his he owns is a watch and his car. More dad or nerdy boyfriend type look.

ASMODEUS

Triple Threat. Model, actor, singer.

He frequently goes on tour and drops albums. His music ranges so one album can help you explore your sexuality when his next album mostly focuses on who he truly is and so on.

Like Lucifer, he has plenty of awards. Probably has starred in one of his productions, too.

Has collaborated with NikkieTutorials, Rihanna and her Fenty collection, Beyonce, the biggest stars you could think of. Whether music or beauty.

Has his own fashion line as well as his own perfume collection and beauty products. A good percentage does go to charities and organizations like homeless college students or pro-lgbt groups.

Has YouTube compliations of men having gay panics over him.

Has been involved in many scandals and relationships, but many wind up false. Surprisingly. He is honest, so he does confirm if there was any chemistry between him and someone else.

His stans are more open and accepting, they don't really attack you or ruin your life but they can damage your self esteem for good.

They've also trended "#AsmoIsOverParty" just to promote a new project from him.

BEELZEBUB

He's an athlete.

There's plenty of videos of him with his shirt off and he may seem scary to many people, he's our big puppy.

"Beelzebub being cute for 4 minutes and 48 seconds" compliations rival "Levi being shy as a serotonin boost" compliations

Has the most fans. He's mentioned wanting a family and being family oriented before which probably caused his fan base to expand.

If you don't understand the sport, older stans would explain it for you. He also made a YouTube channel where he posts videos explaining how the game works and the positions. There's 5 videos, each video almost an hour long. He hasn't updated his channel since then.

Has also starred in Lucifers movies and usually does his own stunts.

He only wears expensive shoes as long as they last long or are comfortable for him. He also sometimes buys expensive athletic wear but majority of the time he doesn't check how expensive it is as long as he's comfortable.

Every week, he posts a video of himself working out or making a healthy and inexpensive meal to promote a healthier lifestyle.

BELPHAGOR

Music producer.

Despite being known to nap a lot or to be in his room a lot, it's usually because he spends a lot of time making beats and working on lyrics.

He's collaborated with plenty of artists but usually collaborates with Asmo.

Belphie also has his own music company which Asmo is under. Of course there's other producers in so he works alongside them and other artists and he usually makes his own music or adds back vocals to some songs.

If you find the back vocals within it, he's usually growling or moaning. His voice is deep but it's very soothing.

His stans usually send him letters or ask Asmo how he's doing or if he's eaten yet. He is very respected and his stans are FERAL. No mercy, absolutely ruthless.

Once had his mixtape "leaked" by Asmo and it was on the charts for a good while and broke a record or two. He doesn't like talking about it much but he does appreciate it.

He doesn't dress up much but whenever he does, it's like he's a different persona.

[juseki-taisen]

Questions about OC’s people make

I’m answering this by a separate post instead of your ask, since not everyone online is friendly, and I would never want to even have a smidge of risk fall onto anyone

Don’t worry, skip to TLDR for a summery 

That kind of idea has been around for a long time. People like making OC’s so they can interact with canon characters, it’s part of the fun! It’s also not unusual for people to try and make their character the star of a series (you see this a lot with characters that tend to be labeled mary/gary stu).

Now I am a BIG LOVER of OC’s and fan characters, and I’ve seen a lot of good/bad/ugly/awesome ones. (I’m also gonna age myself a lot here, so excuse me for that)

This gonna be a long ride, I apologize

Lemme age myself for a moment

Fandoms have had a lot of self insert/or ocs that change the main story line for a long, long, time. A really good example of this is the Naruto fandom (the toxic beast, would not recommend time traveling to join this fandom in the early days they can and will hurt you, but they are better now from what  understand). The biggest example of this is when the original series ended BEFORE the age up arc/shippuuden

A lot of people didn’t like that Sasuke (person A) left the village and never came back in the main series. So, a lot of people (a lot of people who had a crush on person A mainly) made their oc’s alter the timeline to where he stayed.

It doesn’t even have to be this extreme, it can be as easy as wanting to participate in an event that happened in canon and changing it so OC solves the problem and alters the timelines (say to keep a character they really enjoy from dying).

A lot of time this happens because an event happens in canon people don’t like when a character dies, storyline takes a turn no one cares for (LOOKING AT YOU BEASTARS!)). So their OC’s/Self Inserts adjust it to a storyline that the reader/creator enjoys.

Now the problem with this in most fandoms is that there is ONE main storyline.

Example again, Naruto (this fandom wont let me go HELP)

This series is very linear, and there’s not wiggle room implicating there could be more universes/aus.

An example of the opposite is BOTH Voltron (Netflix adaptation) and Dragon Ball

Both series have messing with alternate universes, and timelines. Dragon ball goes a bit extreme and implies in the Xenoverse games there can be infinite alternate realities whereas Voltron implied a butt ton (scientific measurement LOL) of alternate universes.

This is important because adding in big events NOT canon to the timeline is easier since there’s a lot of different universes this COULD have taken place, which leaves the main canon storyline alone and safe.

So if they added say...a sibling of person X or Y, there is the possibility in one of the MANY timelines/realities they could have existed.

This is a problem for MOST series because a lot of fandoms don’t have this, and so adding a character in can become a problem. So most of the times people have to imply it’s an AU character OR add them in anyway for the sake of a story/fanfic and just accept canon is dead and we have killed it (for good, better, or worse.).  

NOW - To the Juuni Taisen

This series ALSO has a series to paths/alternate timelines people could work in for fan characters. The problem lies in the fact that it implies that despite there being multiple paths, Nezumi destroys those realities by not choosing those routes as his primary.

It’s actually a great tie in to the fact he loves video games.

If going down path A doesn’t work, he reloads the save and tries path B and so on. But if he decides that path J is the one he wants to continue playing on, then he can not both play J and A, B, C, D ect. He can only canonically play path J, since that is the canon path he has chosen.

When people make oc’s usually they want to be a part of the series or have a character interact with certain characters. Sometimes it’s to change the story line, and sometimes it’s to alter (intentional or not) the main storyline. To be honest, in this case, unless the character doesn’t interfere with the Juni Taisen it leaves a LOT of limited wiggle room for ocs in the series. Why? Well they all DIE, so if you do want to interact with the characters with an oc, it has to be before and not after, unless you have Nezumi. Everyone dies but him, so if you wanna smooch Usagi’s cute face or have your OC take Tora to therapy, you gotta have all it take place before or in an AU, OR alter the canon storyline.

Now back to the different paths, why not choose them? Again, it’s because of Nezumi (this boy is both blessed and cursed). He loads path J, making Au’s possible and other paths canon, but they canonically never actually happened because he CHOSE one path before the others.  

So if you do want to say ‘my character was part of X path’ that’s great! But I think a lot of people may realize that those alternate paths got erased from existence when Nezumi chose a different path. Since he did that, there are specific ways around it, but it makes it hella hard.

Ways around it

1) Alter canon timeline via Nezumi, and have him bring them back

2) Have ocs before canon

3) Time travel (I use this for my own oc, which I would be happy to go in depth with should anyone ask)

4) Alter canon timeline

I’m really not surprised OC’s are made to interact with  the canon story in this fandom, or the fact they drastically change it. No one really enjoys seeing a favorite die and stay dead, especially when there was a chance they could have come back (not that they should, I love you Usagi but ya need therapy).

AND that’s just part of it

Another big part is wish fulfillment.

If OC was part of series then when X happened oc would have been there to help. That changes the storyline, but it makes the person who created the OC happy.

Example:

Ending of Beastars (I’d recommend the series for older audiences but the ending sucks nuggets) was REALLY unsatisfying for me. I had already been doing a fan comic based on it, but since I didn’t like the ending I’m going to actually redo my comic and change the ending (I will put an AU disclaimer because, obviously) but it will fulfill MY WISH for an ending that is satisfying to me

But again, Beastars doesn’t have multiple timelines, so I have to change canon for my series to make sense within it.

Another subset of this is people who want to be part of the series due to escapism. They want a happy ending for a series they enjoy, and they want to be part of it (this gets in to more self insert territory). Sometimes life is shitting on them hardcore and so to have a little power back by their fan stories, it makes real life just a smidge more bearable. 

LONG STORY SHORT

Any OC’s added to series is somewhat altering canon. Juuni Taisen is unique in that it has a lot of alternate timelines, but the problem is the timelines get cleared from existence the moment  Nezumi chooses a different path.

Personally, I think it can be fun to work around the constraints of the series, but if you’re going to go in depth with OC’s in this fandom, you do have to alter a lot of the series in a lot of ways. It’s valid to ask ‘Why not just choose a different path? Or do an AU?’ but a lot of people want to be part of the series themselves or have an OC to make the series ok.

I used to be a stickler about the believability of OC’s when I was younger (I was especially critical when I was taking college level English courses in high school) but I’m not like that anymore. This is in part to, again, the Naruto fandom.

I’ve loved OC’s forever, but when I made one for that series people were awful. People would send me anons telling me to kill myself, how much my writing and art sucked, ect. At the time I was a really sensitive bean. I stopped writing, I stopped doing a lot of artwork, and I stopped creating. I took a lot of it super personally (thanks anxiety and depression). BUT then something terrible happened.

I don’t know if anyone here would remember when the series ended completely, but when it did the fandom went nuts. I don’t mean just whining Destial level, I mean NUTS. They threatened to kill the creator if he didn’t change the ending, they sent threats to his family, they got violent as HELL.

They went way to far. It was really kind of scary?  

But it made me realize something. There will always be someone who doesn’t like what you create, and there will be always someone who will criticize the way you write, draw, express yourself creatively.

Don’t let it stop you

TLDR; 

People make OC’s and alter storylines for a variety of reasons. That’s okay. No, you don’t have to enjoy all the content people make, and YES you can have your opinions about it. I don’t like every OC or fanfic I come across. Some OC’s are wonderful, and some I don’t like. It’s my opinion. It’s okay to have an opinion. You are allowed not to enjoy things. You are allowed to think critically. 

However, I do think people have a right to enjoy themselves. They’re making content for them, not for me, and that’s okay. I don’t have to read it, I don’t have to look at it, and I don’t have to spend time going through content I don’t enjoy. If they wanna make a character who supermans and saves the everyone in the Juni Taisen and flies off to mars, I may not like it but I will 100% support their creativity and right to do it.  

Take that cringe culture and throw it away. Do what makes you happy. It wont always makes sense in canon, or it may not be the most clever way to do something, but do it anyway. Life is hard, fandoms are meant to be fun. As long as you’re not hurting or attacking anyone, you can be be as cringe as you’d like.

You all can make OC’s however you want, anyway you want. We all deserve a little serotonin.

Either way, I am here to support you and all your creations. 

[babyboywilson]

hi! so i kind of wanted to say this for a while but i’m an anxious mess so here we go? (I’m kind of new to tumblr and everything so i’m not even sure this is the right way to send in stuff but i might as well try.) I just wanted to tell you that seeing your posts always makes me so happy. when i see one of your posts, whether it’s one of the #dailydestieldelights short fics or stories about your experience with vet school, it’s like an ocean of serotonin! it just makes me so happy to read your work and hear about your life. tl;dr, i absolutely love your writing and think you’re an amazing person (and would totally like to be your friend if you’re up for it) and you should keep writing or do whatever makes you happiest. i hope you have a lovely day <3

Hi there lovely!! First if all, I’m so sorry this took me so long to answer! I promise to be faster in responses from now on! Omg honey. You don’t have to be anxious to talk to me. I swear I’m just a massive dork. Please don’t be afraid to come and talk to me. (This is absolutely the right way to send stuff. You can always send things through asks, especially to me because I die a little with happiness every time someone sends me an ask! Private messaging is always a great way, too). Awwww omg, that is so so sweet of you to say! I’m so honored and so happy to hear that my posts make you so happy! That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me I’m- 🥰

Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m speechless, honestly. The fact alone that you love my #dailydestieldelights fics is enough to make me blush with happiness! But the fact you actually enjoy reading about the stories of my experiences in vet school honestly just made me heart flutter! I swear I think my heart just skipped a couple beats! I never knew if anyone would care in hearing about my vet school experience. I just sorted said screw it and started making posts about it even though it has nothing to do with spn because it’s something I’m so excited and passionate about. But I never thought anyone would actually care to hear about that kind of stuff. So you saying that seeing my stories of my vet school experience and reading my fics gives you an ocean of serotonin literally just made my whole week. Scratch that, it made my whole year. I’m honestly at a loss for words. Like I’m literally just a ball of JWKDFHSAFHSALDFHLASHFLSAGFDKSGHDSKAGHLDSKHGGGSDKLHGADGS right now over you saying that!! Thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart!! I’m so honored and so grateful that my little posts can create such happiness in you! 

Thank you for caring about my life and for being excited to read my fics! It honestly means more than I can even put into words! Thank you! You honestly have made me so so happy, like my cheeks hurt from how much I’m smiling and you’ve got my heart all melty! Thank you for loving my writing! Sometimes I doubt myself when it comes to writing, so hearing you say that is a rush of reassurance that I needed to hear! Awww gosh, you’re making me blush again, calling me an amazing person! I think you’re the amazing person omg seriously you are without a doubt the biggest sweetheart I’ve ever met! (Omg yes please, I would absolutely be up for it and would consider it an honor and a privilege to call you a friend!) (what a cute way to ask too omg I love it and I love you!). Thank you for saying I should keep writing and do whatever makes me happy! I honestly need that reminder from time to time when my mental health sorta convinces me otherwise. So hearing you say I should keep writing means absolutely everything to me! Thank you so freaking much!

I hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are in the world, and I’m sending you all the love and cuddles because you’re my new friend and I shall shower you in love! 🥰💜💗

[tcrmommabear]

Oh amazing writer, may I have “Fire is always an option. Sometimes even the best option” from the prompt list? Surprise me!

I am so so excited to share this with you because I added onto this previous prompt, and the way this came out is sooooo good

Enjoy my friend!!

Link to previous prompt

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“How familiar are you with the story of Peter Pan, Haru?”

They hadn’t traveled very far. The struggle against the storm exhausted the pair, the damage directing their path more strictly, blocking other options away. They’d found his hat sat in the middle of a clearing, pristine as the day it was carved onto his head.

They’d decided to take that as a suggestion to stop and rest.

“As much as anyone, I suppose,” Haru responded, shrugging, “Captain Hook, The Lost Boys, “faith, trust, and pixie dust”, right?”

He gave a small smile as she recited back the iconic lines, moving from watching her to examining his newly discovered hat. Avoiding her.

“Now, what about the story of Alice in Wonderland?”

Her eyes narrowed, crossing her arms across her chest as she tried to meet his own gaze. How did any of this apply to her? He took her silence as an answer, carrying on the discussion he seemed to be having with his hat instead. That damn, stupid, hat…

“What about the story of Dorothy in Oz?” he asked, finally raising an eyebrow to look at her. He seemed to be trying to prod her towards an answer.

“If you tell me we could have gone home by clicking my heels, I swear…”

“What’s the theme in those stories, Haru?”

That gave her pause. What?

“They’re children’s stories. Kids being whisked away to a far off world, adventuring, and finding out it was all a dream. Or, I guess for Peter Pan, when Wendy goes home,” she answered, pieces slowly clicking into place.

“Baron… What is this place?”

He set the hat between them, upside down. She glanced down the center, into the hollow, and found nothing but fabric. Baron clasped his hands in his lap, leaning to also look down the hat’s hollow.

“Stories like that one have always existed,” he said, ignoring her question, “tales to keep children inside, lest they be whisked away to a world of strange and horrible things. Those three are the most popular, but how far back do you think that plot goes?”

She stammered, those stories being the only three that came to mind. But that idea still seemed to haunt stories, taking children, and returning them different.

“Tales of The Gentry, warning of bargains and respect, retold in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”. What about an old story, “East of the Sun, West of the Moon”, telling of the kingdom of trolls caught in an impossible place? Or the Labyrinth, housing the Minotaur, but seeming alive with its very own rules?”

He picked up the hat again, focusing into its center like something would be there. A brief, passing thought of a magician’s rabbit came through, gone as quick as it was there. Baron jerked, eyes widening as something came through the hat, but was gone just as well.

Haru’s heart hammered in her chest.

Baron set the hat between them again, Haru almost cracking her head against his as she struggled to look down the hollow. Nothing there, but it looked… Darker. Murkier. Even glancing to the side and seeing how tall the hat was, it felt like the inside was depthless.

“Haru, what did you think of just now?” he asked, voice steady as the hat stole every ounce of their focus. She reached across taking his hand in hers as she trembled.

“A magician’s hat. A rabbit in a hat,” she murmured. The hat got murkier, some mass fuzzily in shape down the hollow.

Down the rabbit hole.

“Focus on it. Trust me.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice, the thought swarming through her mind. She could see it, clear as day, a little rabbit scooped between her hands, no restriction of reality or fabric to stop her from cupping the rabbit.

She took her hand from Baron’s, dipping them into the hollow. The hat was clear, the hollow pitch black, hiding their secrets.

There was a rabbit in her hands.

“Oh my god,” she whispered.

Brown, and small, and trembling, and very much alive in her palms. Baron reached out, cupping her hands to help keep the creature contained. The hat lost its depth, returning to its humble beginnings, but Haru still felt dread looking at it.

“That did not just happen,” she told Baron, frantically, gaze flicking back and forth between the rabbit and him, “there’s no way that happened, it can’t-.”

He took the rabbit fully from her hands, letting her drop them down to her lap. The rabbit’s ears moved frantically, looking the same amount of frantic Haru could feel thrumming beneath her skin.

“Haru, you need to breathe,” Baron told her, firmly, “you’ll make yourself, and the rabbit, sick.”

She wanted to argue against it, point out that it shouldn’t matter how frantic she was, the rabbit just came into existence and really couldn’t argue against that whole matter, let alone telepathically receive her emotions, but…

She lost her train of thought, which was enough to let the reasonable side of her come back out. She breathed. In. Out. Baron nodded, giving her a small smile as she settled down. The rabbit became docile, curling into a ball and falling asleep.

“Okay,” she eventually said, nails sinking through her jeans into the flesh of her thighs, “so that happened. That’s a thing. That is very much a thing of monumental things, and a thing I am very calm about.”

Baron flashed another half smile, settling the rabbit into his lap, reaching across to take her hands. He swiped a thumb over her knuckles, and it felt good. Grounding.

“This island has gone by many names, been in many stories. Neverland, Oz, Wonderland, Goblin Kingdom, Fae realm. All given by those who made their stories. All those who were chosen.”

“Chosen?” she echoed, grip tightening on his hands. The final piece clicked into place, as Baron avoided her gaze.

“There’s always the one it wants. The one with the biggest imagination, the greatest curiosity. It feeds off that, letting the chosen shape the land to best fit the story they want to tell. In exchange, the chosen…”

He hesitates, clenching her hands to keep himself calm.

“The chosen,” she murmured, “something happens, doesn’t it? Peter Pan never did have a home to go to…”

“Wendy was the island’s attempt to change targets. An immortal child makes feeding impossible,” he nods.

“And Alice, Dorothy?”

“Did they ever just stop after one adventure?”

“Those fairy tales and myths?”

“When you don’t know the answer to an ending, don’t you comfort yourself with the happiest one you can give? Who are these stories for, Haru?”

She was silent at that one. They both were.

She wanted to scream, and shout. Wanted to bend the reality here to let herself go home, fight the heart of the island for her freedom. Really, she just wanted to be able to sleep without worrying her dreams would sink her further into the island’s curse.

“I don’t know what to say,” she confesses, stuck in the spiral her thoughts drained down. She wavers between sinking deep in the earth or floating up above, and decides focusing on such feelings probably would result in another break in her reality.

So she focuses instead on feet on the ground, sat on a stump, holding Baron’s hand.

“It’s quite a lot, I can imagine,” he confirms for her, “and I’m sure you now understand why I couldn’t tell you anything.”

“After that storm, I’m surprised you didn’t just knock me out so I wouldn’t cause more trouble,” she blurts, a nervous laugh cracking through the anxiety and fear.

He returns the laugh, letting his own anxieties stream out from the confines of his mind. It’s the most she’s seen from him in a while, past the attempts earlier to calm her fears about the bridge. It’s good, very good, insanely good after everything he’s told her. She’ll take what serotonin she can get out of this draining hell.

“Not really an option, if I wanted to have respect for you,” he replies, swiping his thumb of her knuckles again.

“Well… Thank you for that,” she tells him. The pause after is poignant, good humor and comfort melting back into the hat. She glances down at it, fighting for it to remain just a hat in her mind.

“Baron, how are we going to do this?”

His silence was all she needed. Everything she needed, telling her exactly what she needed to know. She was panicking again. Okay.

Let’s panic.

“Do I have to fist fight a deity or something?” she pushes out, barely letting herself breathe. Baron sputters, but she’s three thoughts and two sentences ahead of him.

“How did Alice get home? She just fell asleep, right? Going home, Dorothy did it by clicking her heels three times, right? Do we need to find the others? Would that be the Lion and Scarecrow? Who came first? How do we fix this? Destroy the island? Fire, oh my god we-!”

“Haru!” he bellowed over her, stopping the babbling right in its tracks.

“…Fire… We need fire.”

“I’m not exactly sure fire is a valid option, in this case,” he laughed, reeling from her panic. His smile was thin, trying to comfort and divert.

“Fire is always an option,” she jokes, “sometimes the best option.”

“Don’t let the human face deceive you, Haru. Still made of hardy, oak wood.”

She froze, looking at the near grimace, and watched as he rapped his knuckles against his chest. A hollow, wooden sound echoed out.

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

She sighed, took a solid breath in. Okay. No fire.

“Alright then, Baron,” she asked, glancing back at him, “what do we do?”

**

Alternate scene

“…Fire… We need fire.”

“I’m not exactly sure fire is a valid option, in this case,” he laughed, reeling from her panic. His smile was thin, trying to comfort and divert.

“Fire is always an option,” she jokes, “sometimes the best option.”

There was a crackle, a nearby tree rustling. The pair glanced over, and Haru felt her stomach drop. The image ran through her head before she could stop it, could feel the smoke, taste the flames.

“Anndddd… The tree is on fire…”

[wildm00dswings]

end of year asks- that ill be answering myself cuz the ghost of david bowie told me to

what did you learn about yourself this year? that no matter how much progress i make in life i somehow wind up back in the same place i was in 2012; bored in my room silently suffering alone

best moment of the year? going to disneyland for the first time at the ripe age of 20

worst moment of the year? the abandonment phase of late june 2018,, that wasnt fun

what was the biggest change you experienced this year? moving. i dont like moving. it was somuch work. moved from the hometown to a city i hadn’t visited since 2008.

best song of the year? Softcore - The Neighbourhood. ive listened to it five million times, i hIGHly recommend it

best album of the year? VI - You Me At Six. “Fast Forward” was my favorite track, also highly recommend it

what’s one thing that happened this year that you want to change? how #depressed i was while in Los Angeles. i was living my best gotdam life going to disneyland and all of a sudden im crying in the bathroom of our hotel at 2 in the morning for n o r e a s o n. i feel like a sad corpse every day of the year it had NO RIGHT to show up that week. there were somany amazin moments i couldnt enjoy bcus of it. i know i have no control over the mental disorder but i still believe i had the ability to replace it with serotonin instead

best book/book series of the year? i havent touched a book since 2005

best television series? CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM. greatest show ive ever seen holy heck im so glad i discovered it this year.

how was your love life this year? non-existant. i talked to three guys who ended up ghosting me in less than a week that was fun.

what made you cry the most this year? the depression i shouldve never befriended six years ago

biggest regret of the year? the surprise depression while in LA. not being sympathetic enough was also a big thing but thats p much every year

best movie of the year? i literally only watched one movie in 2018 and that was Indredibles 2

favourite place you travelled this year? Los Angeles (to be fair its the only place i traveled to at all this year, i rlly need to travel more)

did you make any new friends? i almost did back in october but for no gotdam reason i completely ghosted them and it still haunts me to this day. they were so fun to talk to why did i stop replying why do i s u cK somuch

did you learn anything about your sexuality this year?  im still quite bi

what are some hobbies that you developed? paying more bills?? idont kno W

what surprised you the most this year? how boring my 21st birthday was. i literally did nothing. didnt drink, didnt get a cake. just got a “o hey ur 21 now neat” and thats it. why tf was i looking forward to this age so much as a kid literally nothing happened.

do you look different from the beginning of the year? not even a little bit. im still waiting to evolve into some bomb ass mcdonalds french fries. till then im still a dirt covered potato.

how did this year treat you in general? more lows than highs tbh. im still a dying corpse, but a corpse that went to disneyland .. . !!

what message would you give yourself at the beginning of the year? “you got a sh*t storm coming u thought 2017 was a struggle holy fnck prepare for world war III family fights and some real suicidal thoughts″

has your fashion style changed this year? nope. still living in band tees black jeans and converse... .. i just realized how yikes that is im in my flipping 20s now and i still dress like a high schooler who listens to green day’s american idiot on repeat wtf do adults where? ??

one of the best meals you’ve had this year? Denny’s Grand Slam meal. idk why but it was all i ever wanted to eat while in los angeles.

who has made the biggest impact in your life this year? probably the peeps that fncked me over

what’s one thing that you hope will continue next year? my trips to los angeles. even tho i had to learn the hard truth that ur depression doesnt just fnck off while ur on vacation, getting on a plane and visiting the city is so amazing cant believe i only live five hours away from it i cant wait to go back next year. @silentcypress take this fun little 2018 summary questionnaire i tagged u in it so u have to

[theshelbyslimited]

I cannot remember if I did a commentary on this fic before but I love it so much that I am going to apologize if I have. It is one of my favourite John fics and I must give it all my love + appreciation or I may burst 🙈

“Miss (Y/LN)! Miss (Y/L/N)! Come look and see what I’ve brought in!” this specific fic made me fall completely in love w little Katie and she is most definitely the daughter of John Shelby 🥺🤣

“Chickens, Miss (Y/L/N)!” “Wow. Yes, Katie. Chickens indeed,” I can just IMAGINE Y/N’s awkward smile that is verging between bursting out in laughter and wanting to question how and where the fuck Katie got these chickens from 🤣

“Ok, well why don’t we set them down in the corner of the room so that they don’t distract us while we’re doing our school work?” oh my god, imagine the chaos if the chickens got out though 🤣🤭

“Tomorrow’s show and tell, love,” “I’ll just bring them tomorrow then,” the way Katie is just so nonchalant about this all makes it that much more hilarious 🤣

“I don’t know about that, Katie. I don’t think they’ll like coming to school two days in a row,” Bless Y/N for coming up w an excuse without straight up telling Katie that perhaps schools not the right place for these chickens 🤣

“She now had to bring the chickens back to Katie Shelby.” Thank you Katie for unintentionally playing wing woman for your father 🤣🙈

“Oh wow…I didn’t expect you to look so…young,” no but the man really has a baby face that makes him look young yet doesn’t take away from his physically maturity (does that even make sense?!?! 🙈)

“We don’t own any chickens,” KATIE SHELBY!!! WHOSE POOR CHICKENS DID YOU SNATCH?!?!

“Those are our neighbor’s chickens. She must’ve stolen them from them to bring in for show and tell,” I mean I can’t blame her bc show and tell really did feel like a competition sometimes on who could bring the most ‘exciting’ thing to show off 🤣

“Miss (Y/L/N)?! You came to my house?!” it was the voice of little Katie Shelby, who looked thoroughly excited to see her teacher at a place other than school.” No but the way it’s lowkey awkward when you see your (old) teachers out anywhere bc you just worry they might try and approach you or talk to you and I am too socially anxious + awkward for that 🤣🙈

“You should have dinner with my family!” Katie is so much more confident than childhood me ever was, I love her so much though 🤣

“Yay! My teacher’s gonna eat dinner with me! Samuel! My teacher’s eating dinner with us!” Katie is just too dang cute; I don’t think I could say no to her puppy dog eyes either 🥺

“The kids had gone up to their rooms after asking (Y/N) a rather large number of questions on their homework for school.” That would be the biggest pro of having a teacher as your stepmother, you could get all the answers off her and do zero work yourself 🤣🙈

“I’m not that good at this stuff anymore…you know, the whole talking to women I’m interested in thing,” honestly though, I feel like John is one of those guys who is good w a quick smash-and-dash but is awkward when it comes to actually talking and having conversation w a woman. Honestly with his looks, there is no need for words 😏🙈

“If my assistant agrees to coming over then I will be,” THE WAY SHE IS ALREADY HIS ASSISTANT IN THE KITCHEN AND THEY’RE NOT EVEN TOGETHER YET 😭

“Unless you’d want to have chicken for dinner tomorrow,” YES. You HAD TO include a joke about eating or cooking the chickens if you were going to have them in the story 🤣🙌🏾

I absolutely ADORE this fic so much. Although the basis of it is humorous and comedic, there is just something so precious about how free-spirited Katie is and the way Y/N and John slip so easily into each other’s presence once they’ve gotten pass the momentary awkwardness. I will always come back to this fic and thank you to your angel self for creating such a fun and enjoyable fic that just fills me w so much serotonin, even just for a minute ❤️

A House Visit | John Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Summary: An errand that (Y/N) thought was just going to take five minutes of her time ends up taking the entire night, but she can't complain. It might have just allowed her to meet the love of her life.

Warnings: drinking, mentions of character death

Word Count: 2869

A/N: this was a fun one to write. I hope you enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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"Miss (Y/LN)! Miss (Y/L/N)! Come look and see what I've brought in!" Katie Shelby was yelling excitedly the second she stepped inside of her classroom.

(Y/N) was sitting at her desk, preparing her lessons for the school day. The excited child's voice made her eyes snap up from her papers to see the girl it belonged to standing in the doorway with a big box in her arms. "What have you got, Katie?" she asked, a smile on her face as she stood from her chair.

"Come see!" the child didn't give anything away, bouncing on her feet in excitement.

(Y/N) only laughed at the child's mannerisms before she maneuvered her way through the rows of desks to go see what was inside the box. "Oh my goodness," she gasped when she saw what was waiting for her.

"Chickens, Miss (Y/L/N)!" Katie said excitedly, a wide smile on her face.

"Wow. Yes, Katie. Chickens indeed," (Y/N) said with a smile while trying to figure out just how the girl had managed to get the chickens out of her home and over to the school. "How did you manage to bring them?" she asked when she couldn't think of any ideas.

"I put them into this box and carried them here," Katie explained as if it were the most simple task in the world, the smile still on her face.

(Y/N) only nodded with her mouth open slightly, her nonverbal way of saying 'oh'. "Ok, well why don't we set them down in the corner of the room so that they don't distract us while we're doing our school work?" she made a suggestion then. If she was being honest, she wasn't too thrilled at the thought of having a handful of live chickens sitting in her classroom. Sure, they were just chicks and were harmless, but she still hadn't planned for it. Hopefully they'd be quiet for the entirety of the time they were there.

"Can I use them for show and tell?" Katie asked with hopeful eyes.

"Tomorrow's show and tell, love," (Y/N) broke the news with a frown on her face.

The child didn't seem fazed though. "I'll just bring them tomorrow then," she chirped, her smile still present.

Now (Y/N) was thinking of a way to thwart that plan. "I don't know about that, Katie. I don't think they'll like coming to school two days in a row," she tried out an excuse, hoping the child would fall for it.

Katie thought for a few moments before she nodded her head, "you're probably right, Miss (Y/L/N)," she agreed with her teacher, who had to stop the sigh of relief from leaving her lips.

"Oh good. Ok, well let's put them in the corner so that we can get ready for class. The other students will be joining us any minute now," she said, leading Katie and the box of chickens over to the corner then. Being a school teacher never had a dull moment, that was for sure.

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The papers were packed up, the homework handed out, and all of the kids were now on their way home. (Y/N) was finishing up some last minute grading when she heard an unfamiliar sound come from the corner of her classroom. She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked in its direction, her eyes falling upon a brown box. Immediately, it clicked in her mind: Katie had forgotten her chickens at school.

Now what was she to do? She couldn't leave the chickens here overnight...they had no food or water. She couldn't bring them to her home for that same reason...she didn't know what chickens ate. So there was only one way to solve this problem. She now had to bring the chickens back to Katie Shelby.

Her class roster had Katie Shelby's address as 17 Watery Lane, so (Y/N) packed up all of her things, grabbed the box of chickens, and set off. This was the last thing she expected to be doing on a Wednesday evening. But she had no other idea of what to do with these poor animals. They had to get back to their owner. And maybe while she was at it, she could tell Katie's father how wonderful of a student she is. He never came to any of the parent-teacher meetings the school hosted, which meant that she never was able to touch base with him on his daughter's achievements. In fact, she had never met him before. So maybe this trip wouldn't be a waste after all.

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Her hands were starting to cramp as she finally made it to Watery Lane after making the trek from the school. After finding the house that Katie lived in, she brought her one knee up to balance the box so that she could use her now free hand to knock on the door. The door opened just as she was returning her hand to the side of the box.

Across from her was a man who didn't look to be a day older than twenty-two. Surely he couldn't be Katie's father, right? "Can I help you?" he asked, a slight bit of confusion in his light blue eyes as he looked at the woman.

"Hi, um...I'm Miss (Y/L/N), and I'm Katie Shelby's teacher. She left this box at school today. I was wondering if her father, John Shelby, was around?" she asked the man, a hopeful look in her eyes.

"You're talkin' to him," the man said with a smile, nodding his head slightly as he finished his sentence.

"Oh," (Y/N) just about gasped in surprise. She would have never taken him for having a child who was in grade four. And never did she think that she'd find one of her students' parents...attractive? No...she had to push those thoughts out of her mind right now. "Oh wow...I didn't expect you to look so...young," the words fell from her lips before she could stop them, making her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. John just chuckled at her stammered statement.

"I'll take that as a compliment, I guess," he said with a smile, the fact that he wasn't mad at her making (Y/N) ease up slightly. "You said that you had a box that belonged to her?" he asked her then, his eyes falling to what she was holding.

"Oh, yes," she responded after her mind had been blank for a few moments, "she left these chickens at school today," she said as she lifted the box higher to show him.

Confusion was back on his face as he looked in at the chickens. "We don't own any chickens," he stated. (Y/N) immediately felt awkward, but she was certain that it was Katie Shelby who had brought the box of chickens into school.

"It was definitely Katie who brought them in, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) stuck steadfast to her point, "she wanted to show them for show and tell."

Silence fell between them momentarily before realization filled John's features, "oh ok now I know. Those are our neighbor's chickens. She must've stolen them from them to bring in for show and tell," he informed the woman standing across from him. He then watched as her eyes widened slightly, probably at the fact that his daughter had stolen the chickens from someone else in order to bring them in for show and tell. "I'll make sure that they get back to their rightful owners," he told her with an appeasing smile as he then stuck his hands out to take the box from her.

Footsteps came from behind John just as (Y/N) was going to hand the box over and be on her way. "Miss (Y/L/N)?! You came to my house?!" it was the voice of little Katie Shelby, who looked thoroughly excited to see her teacher at a place other than school.

(Y/N) subconsciously put on her 'teacher smile' before she spoke to the child, "yes, I did. You forgot your chickens in my classroom. I wanted to return them to you so that they wouldn't go hungry," she then explained the reason behind her presence. Why didn't you tell me that these chickens are not your chickens? is what she wanted to add, but she decided not to. Her father would give her a lecture on stealing, right?

"Oh thank you, Miss (Y/L/N)! You're a life-saver!" Katie cheered before she pushed past John, who now had the box in his hands, to wrap her arms around (Y/N)'s legs. (Y/N) accepted the hug with a smile on her face, patting the child lightly on her back. "You should have dinner with my family!" Katie cheerily suggested once she pulled away, a beaming smile on her face as she looked up at her teacher.

"Oh...wow, that's nice of you to offer, Katie..." (Y/N) trailed off as she registered the out of left field suggestion that was just made. Now she was trying to think of a way to politely turn down the nine year old's offer.

"Please, daddy! Can Miss (Y/L/N) please eat dinner with us?!" Katie had now turned to John and started her begging, her best puppy dog pout gracing her features.

"I don't know if Miss (Y/L/N) would like that. She has a family of her own to be with," John tried to shoot her idea down softly, hoping now to cause any tears.

Katie wasn't budging though. Now she had turned to her teacher again, "Miss (Y/L/N), please? My dad makes such good food!" she tried pleading with the woman who was standing rather awkwardly as she watched John's expression contort into one of confusion.

"I don't know what she's on about. I had no clue I was cookin' tonight," he owned up, making (Y/N) laugh slightly.

"Please, Miss (Y/L/N)?!" Katie asked again, trying her hand at the puppy dog pout once more. (Y/N) stared down at her for a few moments, contemplating it before she let out a sigh. She, surprisingly for being a teacher, didn't have it in her to say 'no' to the little girl.

"I'll stay, if your father is fine with it," she laid out her terms and conditions but the child had already settled on the answer.

"Yay! My teacher's gonna eat dinner with me! Samuel! My teacher's eating dinner with us!" Katie exclaimed as she dashed past her father and into the house, leaving (Y/N) and John standing in the doorway once more.

"I'll only stay if you're fine with this, Mr. Shelby," she told him, making her intentions clear. The last thing that she wanted to do was invite herself into his house unwanted.

"I'm fine with it. I'm honestly surprised that you agreed. It can get a bit hectic around here with handling four kids by myself," he waved off her statement, shocking her with the information that he had not one, but four children and still looked as young as he did, "I'm just gonna set these chickens out here and then I'll go get started on the dinner I didn't know I was makin'," he said as he stepped past her to set the box down by the front door before he motioned for (Y/N) to enter his house in front of him. She smiled and stepped through the threshold before following him into the kitchen. "You can call me John," he told her and she nodded, making a mental note of that.

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After helping John with making the dinner, because he 'had no fucking clue how to actually cook it', as he put it, and sharing that meal with the four young children that she was still surprised that he had, (Y/N) and John were sitting on one of the couches in his living room.

The kids had gone up to their rooms after asking (Y/N) a rather large number of questions on their homework for school. She obliged and answered their questions even though John was trying his best to get them out of sight as quickly as possible. He figured that the last thing (Y/N) needed to be reminded of at that moment was work.

Both (Y/N) and John each had a glass of wine in their hands as they talked about whatever came to mind. (Y/N) was surprised that the conversation was flowing so easily. She had knocked out the topic of Katie's performance in her class within the first five minutes, and now they were talking about something absurd, like what they thought of the city football team's performance.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry that you got sucked into spending the night here," John said then, switching up the topic of conversation as he looked at her from the opposite side of the couch.

"Don't apologize. I had a good time, actually," (Y/N) smiled as she responded to him. She didn't expect her night to turn out as good as it did. The last place she thought she would find good company was in one of her students' family's. "I'm honestly surprised you've got such a full house here," she commented then, immediately regretting what she said. It was probably too personal for her to say something like that.

But John didn't seem to mind. He simply chuckled and glanced down at his lap. "My wife and I had the kids when we were young. She passed away shortly after I got back from fighting," he disclosed then, making (Y/N)'s smile falter when she heard what he'd said.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, John," she tried to offer her sympathy.

"Thanks. We're doing fine, I think. It's still hard sometimes though," he stated, trying to muster up a smile as his eyes met hers once more. "I'm not that good at this stuff anymore...you know, the whole talking to women I’m interested in thing," he said as he let out a soft laugh, his cheeks pinkening slightly.

"Me neither," (Y/N) was agreeing without giving much thought to what she was saying, "and I meant the whole talking to men thing...because you're a...yeah, you know," she trailed off, further embarrassing herself, "I honestly didn't think I'd be going through the whole dating phase again."

"How come?" John wanted to know more.

"Well because I was previously engaged. My ex and I...we were a few months out from getting married when he told me that he didn't feel anything for me anymore, and that he wanted to break things off," she explained a bit more of her past experience with love and relationships.

John looked slightly shocked as he heard what she had to say. "Wow. I can't imagine going through that. I'm sorry to hear that that happened to you," he now offered sympathy to her.

"Your wife passed away, John. What I've gone through is nothing in comparison to that," (Y/N) tried to downplay her story in comparison to his.

"We've both had our share of hardship," he settled things with a simple sentence, making (Y/N) nod in agreement. "I quite liked spending time with you tonight though," he said after a few minutes had passed.

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile as she heard what he said. "I enjoyed spending time with you as well," she agreed, her smile only widening when she saw one form on his face.

"What do you say that you come over tomorrow for dinner?" he asked her then.

"Depends. Are you going to be cooking?" she wagered, her one eyebrow raising in curiosity.

"If my assistant agrees to coming over then I will be," he grinned as he spoke.

"Well then I guess I'll be coming over for dinner tomorrow then," she accepted his invitation, a giddy feeling filling her stomach as she finished her sentence.

"I'm happy to hear that," John stated, that same giddy feeling filling him as well, although he tried hard to force it back to where it came from.

They sat in a comfortable silence with smiles on their faces until (Y/N) spoke up again: "are you going to do anything with those chickens outside?" she asked him, suddenly thinking about the box that was left by his front door.

John nodded as he stood from the couch with a huff. "Yeah, I should probably go return those, shouldn't I?" he said as he moved his way over to the door. "Unless you'd want to have chicken for dinner tomorrow," he turned before opening the door, a big grin on his face. His statement made (Y/N)'s jaw drop, but she couldn't stop the smile from forming on her face as she told him that he'd better return them or she wouldn't be coming back anymore. He got right on his task after hearing that.

Who would have thought that a house visit to return some forgotten poultry would turn into something much more?

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