#joseph x player character

[artsietango]

Living the Dream Daddy - Chapter 2  is up now!

Chapter 2 for my alternate S tier ending fanfiction for Joseph/Dadsona is now uploaded! In this alternate ending, Joseph starts the divorce process with Mary while committing to the Dadsona. This chapter focuses on their weekend getaway to a beach, and how all of their feelings come back to a head.

Read Chapter 2: A Margaritaville State of Mind on AO3 here!

[bluerthanvelvet444]

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Kit Walker x fem!reader

tags: smut!!

warnings: murder, blood, fingering, p in v.

summary: reader and kit get paired up in the kitchen. Kit comforts her anddddd...you can imagine what happens next.

character count: 11k. yes. 11k. lost track of length while writing the plot.

full fic under the cut ↓

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May 14th, 1964.

People always said you were meant to be a teacher, that it was your role in the world, since kindness and patience have always been your best qualities. This is how you ended up in that pre-school in Massachusetts full of little sunshines that were absolutely fond of you and saw you as their older sister. It was the best job in the world in your eyes, and you were sure you were going to spend most of your days doing it. If only you knew.

That fateful day you were wearing a trendy but simply cut canary dress, slightly accentuating your waist, perfect for the warm weather of spring. Birds’ faint singing could be heard through the open windows, The kids were sitting around small tables while doing their drawings, and you looked at them lovingly while leaning your back on the chest of drawers that kept the children’s bags.

“Teacher! Teach-!” one of the little boys exclaimed to get your attention, but you cut him off.

“Joseph, I'll be there for you in a second, let me change the song first, alright?” You turned around to put the other vinyl in the player, and the tunes of ‘Hit the road Jack’ started playing. You waited a few seconds before turning around…and that was probably the biggest mistake of your life.

Hit the road Jack-BANG!

You quickly turned around as you heard that loud noise. What you saw next permanently changed your life. A tall man, all dressed in black, was holding a gun in his hands and had just shot one of your little kids. Before you could process anything, the gun was pointed at you, and…BANG! You fell to the ground. The bullet missed you and instead carved a little hole in the wall. You couldn’t feel anything, none of your senses worked, except for hearing.

Don’t you come back, no more-BANG!

no more-BANG!

no more-BANG!

no more-BANG!

Hit the road Jack-BANG!

You woke up by the police violently shaking your body. You were confused, and all around you was red. Red blood everywhere.

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At first, the police was doing a fantastic job by trying to identify the killer. You had to do so many interrogations, but you felt like with your descriptions and help, the searching for the murderer was close to an end. The case was on all the TV channels and news, the whole state was thirsty for truth. It was when the police started looking into your past that things started to go wrong. You had a previous “arrest” for gun possession. Nothing too crazy, your uncle gave you one when you first started living alone, you realized your mistake, and you were released after a few days anyways. Then the moms of the poor little angels started to spread rumors about how you were “mean” to kids. That of course wasn’t true, they have always been pretty jealous of a young woman who got along with their children better than them. And you tried to explain that to the police, but they just seemed to get more suspicious. They believed that you randomly went crazy and shot all the kids, that would’ve explained how you were the only one who survived too.

Before you could know it you were charged of murderer, and your life sentence was to spend your whole life in an asylum. As bad as the situation was, you were hopeful that you were going to be treated better in an asylum than jail.

You were wrong. Briarcliff Manor was just another way to say hell. Nuns treated you horribly-except Mary Eunice- god bless that poor soul- and Dr. Arden was a living nightmare. You tried to stay as far as possible from him once you heard all the stories of his victims. People were REALLY crazy there…except one. Her name was Pepper. Sister Jude had introduced you two, insisting that you could bond over “baby murder”. You thought she really did it at first, so you kept distance. Pepper insisted on interacting with you, repeating the word “friend”. You glared at her, spitting words harshly.

“I'm not a murderer like you.”

Pepper frowned and started crying. Now she was saying the word “baby.” It was weird but, you felt sorry for her…something in you told you that she may have been not guilty. She dragged you into the library, then she showed you a magazine with the face of the popular star “Elsa Mars.”

“Mom.” She said, you looked at her confused, then Pepper pointed at the sentence written in the magazine “Elsa used to own a Freakshow before…” it was clear to you then.

“Did she put you here?” You asked. Pepper shook her head and mumbled the word “Sister”.

After a few weeks of befriending her, it was clear to you that Pepper was the living representation of “never judge a book by its cover”.

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Two months later.

You were playing-at least trying to play-chess with pepper in the common room.

“Pepper, you can't move two pawns together…only one.”

She laughed and moved another one. Your attention was now brought to a woman who seemed new in that place.

“Uhm…you know what, pepper? You win! Congratulations!” You said a little white lie so you could meet the mysterious woman. Pepper smiled and laughed happily, and started wandering around. You got up and walked towards the new presence. She looked lost, confused, angry but definitely not crazy. You sat in front of her and tried to put on a friendly smile.

“Hi… I noticed you from across the room. Who are you?”

The woman looked at you. You couldn’t help but feel judged and studied by those piercing eyes, in a quiet voice, she replied.

“Lana. Lana Winters.”

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Time passed. Every day was the same as the one before, torturing and boring. You bonded with Lana too after you acknowledged her story, and she told you about the secret tunnel and how she planned to escape. The occasion came soon when unexpectedly, one random night, cells opened. You insisted on bringing Pepper with you in the escape attempt, and you three ran for your lives. While running, though, pepper decided to take another path. You stopped and whisper-yelled at her to come back, but she didn't listen to you. As soon as Lana noticed you stopping, she dragged you with her, telling you to not waste time, and while you were running, Kit walker caught up with you two. You didn’t know much about him, so you didn't really mind him trying to escape too, but apparently Lana did. You heard her yelling.

“HELP! He’s escaping! The killer is escaping!”

You tried to shush her, but before you knew it, you were captured.

You and kit were then bent over Sister Jude’s desk, while she praised Lana and allowed her to choose the cane you were going to be punished with. You were surprised when Kit took the blame on himself, letting you free and gaining more lashes for himself.

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After a few days, you found yourself paired up with Kit on kitchen chores. You stood there in silence, lost in your thoughts while kit prepared the dough.

“You okay over there, suga’? You haven’t said a word.” You were brought back to reality at the sound of his deep voice and smooth accent. You gulped.

“Yeah… I-I’m fine. Just thinking…” You heard him sigh.

“It’s because of what they say about me…ain’t that right? I’m many things, darlin’, but I’m not a murderer. So, don’t be scared.”

You looked at him furrowing your brows and shook your head.

“No…it’s not because of that- I don’t think you’re a killer- I just… I’m just worried. Worried about Pepper. She’s nowhere to be found, a-and I feel guilty. So guilty. I should’ve followed her and brought her back.”

He chuckled lightheartedly.

“Oh, don’t say that, suga’. I’m sure she’s fine. She’s probably out there livin’ her best life.”

You sighed and replied nervously.

“You and I both know that isn’t true. She’s wearing a fucking gown, and her looks don’t help either. If she actually managed to get out, she’s already got caught.” You looked down, fidgeting with your fingers. You jumped slightly when you felt his hands touching your shoulders. He gently caressed your arm from behind and spoke with a kind tone.

“Hey-hey- calm down, suga’. Whatever happened to Pepper, it’s not your fault. Don’t be so harsh with yourself. You tried to stop her, there was nothin’ else you could do.”

You sighed and leaned into his gentle touch.

“I just hope she’s fine. She’s an innocent soul…I could never live with it if something bad happened to her.”

He took your hands in his.

“You don’t belong here. In Briarcliff.”

You sighed and let yourself relax in his arms. He whispered in your ear.

“You need a distraction, suga’.”

you then felt his cold hand on your exposed inner thigh. You looked up at him, your cheeks slowly turning red.

“Shhh… Just relax. It’ll feel good, I promise.”

You nodded slowly and looked down as his fingers made their way to your exposed folds under your gown. He sighed as he ran a finger over your slit, and peppered gentle kisses on the side of your face. He started slowly circling your clit. His big hands felt like heaven on you and you couldn’t help but buckle your hips towards his hand, sweetly whining for more. He flashed you with a tender smile and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips. His fingers shifted position, so his thumb was now grazing your clit while one of his digits made its way to your entrance, gently pushing in. You gasped and let out a soft moan, muffled by his mouth making contact with yours. He inserted another finger in, stretching you and slowly thrusting inside.

“Ah… Faster Kit…please…” you whined softly.

“Whatever you say, suga’.”

He started moving his fingers faster, making your back arch as he hit that sweet spot perfectly. He kept going until he felt your whines grow louder, and right before you could cum, he suddenly stopped and pulled his fingers out.

“mhhhph….w-why did you stop?”

He chuckled and have you a loving kiss on your lips.

“I wanna be inside of you…suga’…is that okay, mh?”

You nodded eagerly, and he picked you up to set you on the counter. He grabbed your waist with his veiny hands and leaned in to crush your lips together. His tongue swirled around yours as you sloppily made out. You pulled your lips away from his and whispered.

“w-what if they catch us?”

“They won’t. I’ll be quick, love.”

He lifted your gown once again and settled between your legs. He groaned as he rushed to lift his gown, and he hissed while lining up your entrance with his needy cock. He immediately began pounding in your poor cunt. His thrusts were fast and sloppy. As you whined for the sudden roughness, he whispered right next to your ear in a hoarse voice.

“Sorry suga’. Been too long since I've touched a woman.”

You moaned as your legs clung to his body, and you had to adjust to the new position. Not long after, between dough and adrenaline for the fear of being caught, he sped up his thrusts until you came with a loud moan that he tried to muffle with his hand. At the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, he cummed inside you right away with a deep groan. You panted for a few seconds before getting off the counter and regaining your decency. He pressed a loving kiss on your lips and gently caressed your hair. You allowed yourself to melt in his embrace, and while thinking about everything that had happened so far, a sudden thought came to your mind.

“Kit…why did you stand up for me when Sister Jude wanted to punish us?”

He put his chin on your head, and with a sweet smile plastered on his face, he spoke.

“I followed your case on the TV before gettin’ locked up' here. I always thought ya were innocent…”

He chuckled and pressed gently his lips on your hair.

“…and cute.”

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a/n: aaaahhh!!! this is my first smut. I'm really proud of this one. lemme know if you like it!!!🧡🧡

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[blackynsupremacy]

THERE’S SOMETHING

ABOUT YOU.

CHAPTER 2

pairing: smallville!clark kent x blackfem!oc

fandom: smallville (2001-2011)

guest starring: aaliyah haughton as lyric james

also starring:

angela bassett as crystal james

rick fox as joseph james

summary: ever since lana lang has moved in with the sullivan’s, clark kent’s nightly telescopic views of the galaxy and daily glimpse of the sunrise tend to get lonelier. that is until a moving truck, a wandering amicable feline, and her frustrated owner, lyric james, makes her debut in his life as her family are the new owners of the old potter house next door. things between the new neighbors start to shift as clark is tasked as her personal tour guide at her new school. one little slip is all it takes for her to learn he’s more than meets the eye in this small town.

contains: lots of words, friends to neighbors, use of gifs for visuals, tooth rotting fluff, a bit of angst, lyric and clark getting closer, mild swearing, cute moments, slow burn, main audience is black readers but everyone is welcome. lyric’s thoughts, clark’s thoughts.

taglist: @zombiehe4rt @ellethespaceunicorn @elitesanjisimp @jkr820 @rosiestalez @sabrinasopposite @tryingtograspctrl @simply-the-best23 @gxuxhdjdu @afrowrites @afrogirl3005 @paisholotus

important a/n: for my black smallville girlies, i have created a smallville x black reader tag, so please if you have any content for any smallville characters idc if it’s a rant, fanfic, or meme, put it under that tag because we deserve that space and i want to see more than my stuff on there!

please read: CHAPTER 1

it was sunday afternoon and the james family were now officially moved in. furniture, clothing, and appliances were all accounted for and every necessary document for a citizen in smallville. lyric’s parents went next door to meet the kents to properly introduce themselves before venturing out to find the local market to freshly stock their kitchen with food and have their first meal together as a family in their new home. lyric stayed back, claiming she was tired from all of the lifting, moving, and organizing. she sat on her bed with her legs crossed and a sleeping noir on her lap as her thumbs pressed on the right arrow button of her digital photo album. she always saw it as a hobby, but her friends back home were always impressed with her photography skills. lyric adored to capture the realness and beauty of her city. she appreciated that it didn’t have to be a large garden or a gigantic skyscraper for it to be art. her album included graffiti painted murals, street musicians sharing their talents, or a child’s beaming smile as they indulged in an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. these photos brought her nostalgic bliss until she clicked upon a picture of her and omar. lyric felt such a twinge of pain that bit at her chest and a suffocating tightness in her throat that she inhaled and simply shut off the device. she picked up noir in one arm to get off her bed and place it on her desk next to her computer. if she didn’t do that, the thing would’ve thrown and smashed into the wall.

there was one thing that could make this feeling go away: a vinyl. lyric placed noir on the floor to roam around the room as she pleased before crossed over to her shelf that her record player atop of it. obviously being the year 2002, a lot of people her age wouldn’t care for them now, but this was a family heirloom that her grandpa, joseph “jojo” (as she affectionately called him) sr., passed down to lyric for her to enjoy music of the past and present. the brown skinned girl made the adjustments that the player was ready before she squats down to find a suitable album to listen to. hmm. beatles? nah. duke ellington? not today. whitney houston? maybe. lauryn hill? yes! lyric slid “the miseducation of lauryn hill” vinyl from the album cover to gingerly place it on the turntable. her fingertips grip the tonearm to maneuver the needle that gently descends onto the spinning vinyl, a soft crackle is heard in the room, indicating the start of one of lyric’s favorite songs. the sultry notes of " ex-factor” filled the room, lyric lost herself in the moment as she turned the dial to increase the volume. she grabs her hairbrush from her vanity to lip-sync as if she were on a world tour with her audience of noir who seemed to enjoy the impromptu performance of her owner swaying her hips to every rhythm. lyric felt the vibe hit differently as she sang along with the breakdown.

(care) care for me, care for me

I know you care for me

(there) there for me, there for me

said you'd be there for me

(cry) cry for me, cry for me

you said you'd die for me

(give) give to me, give to me

why won't you live for me?

care care for me, care for me

you said you'd care for me

(there) there for me, there for me

said you'd be there for me

(cry) cry for me, cry for me

you said you'd die for me

(give) give to me, give to me

why won't you live for me?

(care) care for me, care for me

you said you'd care for me—

“LYRIC RENEÉ JAMES!”

just as she hit a high note, crystal’s voice boomed as she burst through the door. lyric halted to turn around to see her mother’s facial expression change from a feigned stern look to one of amusement and laughter in her voice. lyric sheepishly giggled as she walked to the player to lift the needle off the vinyl to stop the music.

“hey, mama! what’s up? did the store have the frosted flakes?” she asked stumbling towards her mother. whenever lyric was caught like that, she attempted to take the attention off herself by changing the topic of conversation.

“girl, you and that record player! i’ve been calling your name for five minutes, but it looks like you were selling out stadiums on your world tour like you’re a child of destiny or something.” crystal quipped as she crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“ma, it’s destiny’s child and i’m sorry. i just wanted to kill some time until ya’ll got back. is there anything you need me to do?”

“don’t get smart, girl. yes, get dressed. we’re going to dinner!”

“oh, for real? ya’ll found a restaurant out here that fast?”

“it’s not a restaurant, child. we’re just going next door. that nice family of that sweet boy—uh, honey, what’s his name? he found noir for you yesterday.”

“clark—clark kent?”

“yeah yeah, him! his family invited us to have dinner tonight, so start getting ready before we leave you.” crystal demands before she saunters out of her daughter’s room.

“you couldn’t leave me if you tried, ma!” lyric jokingly called out with a chuckle.

“try me and find out!” crystal responds a sound of her bedroom door opening and closing following suit.

lyric giggles while shaking her head before she goes to her closet to assemble the attire of a cropped black top with long mesh sleeves, khaki colored jeans, a sleeveless army patterned vest with a zipper, and combat boots. within the next thirty minutes, she did her hygiene, got dressed, and briefly primped herself in the mirror until her she deemed her final look presentable for the evening ahead. once her signature hoops were on, she kissed noir on the head and warned the cat to be on her best behavior before going downstairs to find her parents at the front door waiting to make their journey to the kents. she noticed her mother holding what looked like a boxed dessert of some kind before they walked out the door. it was a mild autumn temperature with a light breeze. the sun was starting to set painting an array of vibrant colors in the sky and setting the stage for the moon and stars to take their role for the night.

the family reached the kent house and stepped onto the porch. joseph glanced at his watch that indicated that they were ten minutes early and used his index finger to ring the doorbell. jonathan and martha answered the door within a second, amicably greeting the family with pleasant grins, hugs, and handshakes before they were cordially welcomed in the home. lyric’s eyes perused the classic, american interior of the living room, wooden staircase, and the multitude of family photos. lyric found it all so endearing her trance was broken when she heard a male voice speak her name with a friendly tone, it was not as deep as her father’s nor mr. kent’s.

“hey, lyric!” the girl’s head turned and her earthy eyes ascended to meet his of sky blue and an award winning smile on his lips. lyric could definitely peep his simple, classic farmhouse style of a red plaid flannel with jeans and boots, but he looked well put together nonetheless and not to mention of his clean, fresh scent.

“hey! what’s up? how ya’ doing, clark?” lyric addressed him with a dimpled smile, standing with one leg in front of the other and placed her hands in her back pockets. she wasn’t really sure what to do with her hands at the moment, she’s already shaken his hand when they first met, but she didn’t want to be too forward to give him at least a side hug.

“i’m good—well, great! i’m glad you guys could make it. you look really good, by the way. i like your outfit!” clark was trying not to stutter as his cheeks turned a bit red because he was telling the truth. it wasn’t a lie that he thought lyric was pretty, but to not come off as a creep and secure a potential friendship with his new neighbor, he complimented her fashion style that was also eye-catching. it was comfortable, simple, but it stood out from the rest with both neutral and vibrant colors.

“thanks, clark! i appreciate the invite and you don’t look bad yourself. you clean up real nice.” lyric honestly reciprocates the compliment. he’s too sweet. who needs to eat when your ego’s been fed?

all of the conversations were halted as the kents took the initiative to lead the james family to the kitchen. they gathered at the table and the husbands respectfully sat with their wives while clark pulled out a chair for lyric to sit next to him. with a soft voice and a smile of gratitude, she utters a thank you to the boy before taking her seat. the meal consisted of chicken fried steak and a spread of fresh farm to table cuisine that tasted like tlc was injected into every bite they took. as the families got to know each other, they conversed about the smallville community such as people they should (or shouldn’t) meet, places to go, and things to do. lyric was piqued at the mention of a meteor shower that previously happened in the fall of 1989, but saddened to learn that there was destruction, trauma, and long lasting effects, but the people of smallville had eventually learned to move on.

“oh my goodness, that’s awful!” crystal gasped with an appalled expression.

“it truly was—life altering, but not all was lost that day because we gained a son. that was the day when clark came into our lives and i wouldn’t change a thing.” martha responds with fondness as she places her palm on her chest and glances at her son earning smiles from everyone at the table.

“aww, that’s so sweet, mrs. kent!” lyric cooed as her chest swelled with warmth. she was a sucker for a happy ending.

“ah, mom. please don’t get too emotional! not in front of our new neighbors.” he jokingly pleads in slight embarrassment as his cheeks flush to scarlet causing the rest of the table to chuckle. mr. kent mentioned a man by the name of “luthor” lyric forgot his first name, but he’s a wealthy ceo of his own company. he’s originally from a city called metropolis, but moved into a mansion in smallville. the james family discovered that clark actually saved his life and they became friends ever since, hence his connections to the kents. lyric was amazed at the farm boy’s bravery, but she also detected in mr. kent’s tone that there was some mixed feelings about this dude. clark would chime in to come to this man’s defense. meteor showers, rich guys, clark being a hero. maybe this town does have some interesting stuff going on.

after dinner and with their parents’ permission, clark and lyric were excused to go to his loft in the barn to continue to know more about each other. it was already dark outside, but the many stars in the sky set the scenery. clark gave lyric a short “tour of his fortress of solitude”. lyric thought of clark to be lucky to have this huge, private space and she found it thoughtful that he at least felt comfortable with her enough to share it with her. he guided her to the telescope by the open loft window. she leaned forward and peeked her earth toned pupil through the eyepiece and he made sure to adjust the focus to capture all of the captivating spots that inhabited with galaxy. lyric felt the warmth of clark’s towering figure behind hers and she listens to his passionate, tenor voice as he educates her about the cosmos and eagerly answers any questions she has. it sounds like he wants to be up there. maybe he wants to be an astronaut after graduation.

a light bulb goes off in lyric’s brain before she moves back from the telescope and her two fingertips lightly tap his forearm to which clark’s eyes are immediately on hers.

“hey, clark?” she questions.

“yes, lyric?” he responds.

“i got an idea.”

“what might that be?”

“you wanna play 21 questions? i know it’s kinda lame, but it’s a good way to know each other if we’re next door neighbors and going to the same school, right? so are you in or are you out?”

“i’m in! do you wanna sit?” he offers gesturing to the sofa. lyric nods in agreement and they seat themselves on the cushions.

“bet! i’ll start with something basic. what’s your favorite color?”

“mostly blue and red. what part of new york were you from?”

“brooklyn. i’mma get this out the way—how tall are you?”

clark chuckles before answering.

“6’3. what’s something you love doing the most?”

“taking pictures with my camera! especially things that give me inspiration. i wish i had it take a picture of these stars…what’s your favorite food?”

“pizza. i can’t live without it if i wanted to!”

“get outta my head, that’s my favorite, too! there was this place back home called tony’s and let me tell you, they had the best new york style pizza on the block. they’d make the slices so big that you gotta fold it like a taco to get one bite and you’ll never finish it the day you get it.”

“sounds like my kind of place! i’m never one to back down from a challenge, so i’ll take your word for it, lyric. oh, right! the game— i wonder how’d you get to know noir?”

“that’s an interesting story. well, there was always this cat in my neighborhood just going on about its business, but some people were superstitious and thought she was bad luck because you know, she’s a black cat, so they would yell and curse at her like she was something evil. i was 12 years old and she was so cute to me, so i always fed her a little treat or just gave her a bowl of milk. one day it was raining, and i was in such a rush to get in the house that i didn’t see that i left the door cracked and she followed me in. i knew my parents wouldn’t feel too excited about any animals in our house, but she was cold, wet, and shivering, so i did what i had to do. i took care of her and it took two weeks of begging and my parents let me keep her because i was showing them that i was mature when i took care of her and the rest is history.”

“that was very kind of you, lyric. noir’s very lucky to have you as her owner, you’re basically her hero when everyone made her feel like an outcast.” clark’s lips formed a small smile and commended her as he peered at her side profile. lyric just sheepishly smiled as her dimpled cheeks radiated with heat.

“i think it’s the other way around! you would’ve done the same. the last i checked i didn’t save a rich dude from drowning, so you’re more of a hero than me.” lyric and clark chortled before she resumed the game with a question,

“what do you wanna do when you graduate, clark?” lyric quizzically awaited his answer, her eyes boring into his as her elbows rest on her lap with her chin resting in her palms. clark sits in thought for a few seconds to honestly get the answer from his brain through his mouth.

“i think i want to go into journalism. there’s something fascinating about getting a fresh scoop on something and you jump down the rabbit hole to get all of the facts from all of these different sources. the only downside is the possibility of invading someone’s privacy, breaking someone’s trust, and proofreading an article.” he states before they both chuckle at his joke.

“oh, really? for a minute, i thought you wanted to work for nasa with the way you were talking about the stars. it was like you were giving me a tour of your hometown, but it was the galaxy. journalism is cool though. clark, you could be on tv if you wanted to! it sounds to me you got it down to tee. you’ll do numbers, trust.” lyric shift her leg over the other and placed her elbow on the back edge of sofa, leaning her head in her palm.

“i’ve never got a chance to ask you this, but i really like your name. it’s unique. what gave your folks the inspiration?” he questioned and wittingly pretended to hold an invisible microphone with a playful smirk curving on his lips and a piqued glint in his eyes as he pointed his hand towards her lips, awaiting her answer. clark’s smile grew wider as lyric giggled and clasped her hands together.

“aha! i hear the journalist popping out now. we’re really doing an interview, huh? okay, well, my mama loves music. she used to play piano and write poetry as a hobby, but back then, her parents wanted her to do something more…practical and she went on to be a nurse. of course she loves what she does, but she told me that when i cried for the first time after i was first born, i was like the lyrics to her song of her life, so yeah, that’s why they named me lyric.” both teens simpered at the thought of their mother’s affection towards them.

“i can tell that you and your mom are close like my mom and i.”

“you’re not wrong, your mom speaks fondly on a day of tragedy and chaos because of you! there’s no doubt that she loves you a lot, clark. it must’ve been hectic giving birth during a meteor shower.”

there was a beat of silence.

“well— i’m actually adopted. my parents adopted me when i was around three years old and they raised me ever since. i’m not ashamed of it of course because they only want what’s best for me.” clark uttered as he cleared the air of awkwardness when he noticed lyric raise her brows in awe.

“oh-ooh, i’m so sorry, clark! i shouldn’t have assumed, it’s just—ya’ll are so tight, so i couldn’t tell. never be ashamed because blood doesn’t always mean family. as long as you got people in your circle who truly care for you at your best and at your worst, that’s family.” her hand slowly reaches toward him to place her palm on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring touch which clark receives with a small smile.

“thank you, lyric.”

“don’t mention it, clark.”

clark places his hand on top of hers for a brief moment and they both pulled away before things got too awkward between them than it should. for the next several minutes they continued with their inquiries about their lives, interests, favorites, and pet peeves. the parents were about to go their separate ways and made their way out to the porch to fetch the kids, but what they heard was laughter and a good conversation echoing from the open window in the barn. they all found it endearing, but joseph and crystal had to be up and at em’ the next day for their first days at work and lyric, her first day of school. jonathan and martha insisted to the james’ that lyric can hang for a few more minutes because they enjoy lyric’s company for their son and the kids would eventually tire out from their activity. knowing their son, he would bring their daughter home safely in one piece. crystal and joseph pondered on it and decided it would be okay, but they all agreed that if lyric wasn’t home by nine, one of them would pick her up. they bid each other a friendly goodnight and the james couple walked down the path and retired to their home.

lyric and clark stood outside the barn. it was pitch out, but the sky was still scattered with the soft shining light of the stars. her laughter mingling with the cool evening breeze. clark stood at her side with his hands stuffed in his pockets and an easy smile on his face, both of them reluctant to let the night come to an end.

“i swear, my parents be playing with me like that! of course they’d leave me if i don’t haul ass in time.” she chuckled, kicking a pebble to the side and glances over her shoulder to the familiar path that led to her house. clark laughed, a warm sound that filled the space between them.

“i wouldn’t be surprised. they’re the type of people that when they’re ready to go, they’re ready to go, even if you’re not. ,” he teased, his azure eyes sparkling. the connection between the teens felt easy like a sunday morning, it was a kind of chemistry that made them forget their mundane worries all together, but as the stars twinkled with every second passing by, reality crept back in.

“ugh, i gotta go home. god forbid i oversleep on my first day tomorrow.,” with a sad smile, lyric sighed glanced at the path again.

clark straightened his posture, his smile dimming just a touch. “i’ll walk you home, lyric.” he offered without missing a beat.

“thanks, clark!” she replied and they started their journey.

as they strolled side by side, the air was thick with a comfortable silence momentarily, but they resumed the stories of themselves and their friends. with each giggle and chuckle, it what seemed like a brisk two minute walk, felt more like a five mile stroll to her house. when they reached her front door, it felt too soon.

“goodnight, lyric. it was great seeing you again.” clark said, the volume of his voice diminished as he took a small step back. he didn’t want to make a bad impression by waking her parents.

“goodnight, clark! i can’t thank you enough. i’ll meet you at that bus stop where you showed me in the morning.” she utters, her heart fluttering a bit and a tickle in her throat. as her knuckles were about to knock on the door, clark called her name, his tone almost hesitant.

here it goes, it’s now or never.

“hey—um, how about we meet early tomorrow to watch the sunrise? it’s really beautiful out there and maybe it would spark inspiration for you to take pictures on your camera. that’s if you’re okay with it of course! ,” he suggested, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

he could see lyric’s toffee toned face light up at the idea. “yeah, i’m down for that. i don’t usually like waking up early, but you’re good in my book, so why not?” she responded, her smile beaming and she turned briefly to knock on the door to signal for parents to answer. joseph came to the door and graciously thanked clark for getting his daughter home in time.

as lyric stepped inside, she glanced at clark one last time to give him a wave and after he reciprocated, she disappeared behind the door. she didn’t realize the dopey smile that was stuck on her face as she walked in, but joseph did. with an amused grin, the older male crossed his arms and quipped,

“what you smilin’ about, lil’ girl?”

lyric stopped and cleared her throat, embarrassed that she was in such a trance that she didn’t realize her facial expression.

“uh—n-nothing just had a good time, daddy.” she stammered and twiddled her fingers.

“mhm, sure didn’t seem like nothing. get some rest, baby girl. it’s your first day tomorrow.” joseph chuckles and bids his daughter goodnight with a kiss to her forehead and ascended up the stairs to join his wife in bed. lyric playfully groaned, rolled her eyes at her father’s antics, and followed suit to change out of her clothes to her nightly attire and silk head wrap. she gathers her already sleeping onyx kitty in her arms, but doesn’t forget to adjust her alarm clock to a decent, but early enough time to get ready and meet clark before school. her eyelids close to begin her slumber.

as clark walked home, he was excited for his meeting with lyric and for her to meet his friends at school, but he felt a twinge of guilt. he felt he was betraying his loyalty to lana because watching the sunrises would be their “thing”. sure, he loved her, but it wasn’t like she’s his girlfriend. lyric was just a (almost) friend, all he wanted was to make her feel welcome, and that thought warmed his heart. clark really hoped that she would come through in the morning. he didn’t see any harm at showing someone the beauty and wonders of his hometown especially if they came from a whole different setting. once he got home, clark helped his parents tidy up the kitchen, bid them goodnight, and rested his body for the following day.

[writingonleaves]

how can you look so peaceful when you know i'm gonna leave - joseph woll

pairing: joseph woll x original female character

warnings: swearing, fluff central, talks of marriage, barely proofread

inspired by + title: "staying" by lizzy mcalpine

word count: 2.1k

author's note: a short love letter to long distance relationships, which, while brutal, are beautiful in its own way. a love so soft that its meaning transcends distance ... it's possible folks! i've lived it! wanted to put something quick out to get back into my writer brain again. i hope you all enjoy this one <3

Goodbyes are par for the course for Evangeline Patel and Joseph Woll. 

Their first real one was when they weren’t even dating yet. Something more than friends. Something just below commitment. It was after their sophomore year of Boston College, when Joseph went back home to St. Louis and Evie went back home to New York. Evie hadn’t wanted to let go as Joseph lingered by the door, having helped her pack stuff into her car. 

They were dating a year later during the second real goodbye, when Joseph’s BC season ended and he went to Toronto. But that time they had plans of visiting each other’s hometowns in the summer and the goodbyes felt more like promises and not finalities. 

When two collegiate hockey players date each other, they get more comfortable being apart than together with opposing practice and game schedules. But everyone knew, even at the start, that Evie and Joseph wouldn’t ever be driven apart by distance. 

And that stayed true through every ‘goodbye’ and ‘see you soon,’ whether literal or figurative. Through when shoulder surgery sidelined Evie and her dreams to go professional. Through when Joseph signed his deal with Toronto and Evie stayed at BC. Through when Evie’s post-grad journey took her back home to New York. 

They’ve passed every test thrown at them, every obstacle tossed in their way. As heartbreaking as it sounds, goodbyes are a part of what makes Evie and Joseph work. 

Because when they finally say hello again, it always feels like the first time they locked eyes, during a meeting during their freshman year when all the student athletes were gathering together.

Tonight, after spending their sixth year anniversary, they’re on the precipice of another goodbye. Joseph has to go back to Toronto for training camp and the Leafs don’t play the Rangers until late January. Evie always spends the holidays with her family, and Joseph has always respected that. 

Four months. They’ve done worse. But the familiar heaviness settles in her stomach as she curls up in bed, reaching out to place a stray hair back where it belongs. He looks at her in a way that makes her feel like nothing and no one can hurt her. 

It’s been that way for six years and she’s so lucky.

He narrows his eyes playfully, tapping his pointer finger gently on her forehead. “What are you thinking so hard about?”

Evie sighs with a wistful smile. “Nothing.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

He leans forward to press a kiss on her forehead. “I know you’re lying. Tell me.”

She relents, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. That’s what you’re thinking about?”

She shrugs. “Do you ever think about what life would be like if we didn’t have to be apart so much?”

“All the time,” he says. “I probably wouldn’t be as upset coming home after a loss.”

Evie chuckles, but that’s not what she means. “I mean, like, I don’t know. If you had thought about breaking it off when you went to Toronto or when I went to New York or…”

Joseph’s eyebrows furrow. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Shit. “No, no! Not at all. Sorry. I probably should’ve brought that up more gracefully.”

He grins. “That’s okay. You rarely think before you speak. I know that.” He earns a light slap for that. “But to answer your question, no. Not really. Even among all the uncertainties of going to Toronto, you were always the constant. I knew that no matter what changes would come, I’d always want and need you to be in my life.”

She feels her heart rush with emotions. Even after six years, he can still make her feel like a lovesick idiot. “How did you know that early on?”

He rubs her shoulder with his thumb. “You make my brain calm down. Even on our first date, my hands were so sweaty and I didn’t know if you were gonna think dinner was too cheesy but you just made me feel so at peace.”

“It was cheesy,” she points out as he lightly pinches her skin in retaliation, which makes her laugh. “But it was you. So I didn’t care.”

“Talk about cheesy,” he snickers. “But yeah. I never had a doubt. I knew that even though it was very likely we wouldn’t live in the same city, it would be worth it. It was more if you wanted it.”

“What do you mean?”

He swallows. She plays with his fingers, something that always calms him down. “Well, when I first went to Toronto, I wasn’t sure if you’d want to, you know, keep this going. And I would’ve understood. You were gonna be at BC another year and then be who knows where and I could’ve moved around at any moment. Not being able to give you that stability…it’s still something I worry about.”

“I think we’ve made it work this long,” she says playfully. 

“We have, and I wouldn’t change it for anything,” he assures. “And usually, I’m fine. But, you know, on the days I miss you more than usual, the thought creeps into my head.”

She catches his hand that’s been rubbing her shoulder and places a kiss on his palm. “Honey, I appreciate the concern, I really do. But I knew what I was getting to. And I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“I feel very lucky that you are.”

Sap. Evie lays back down on his chest. “That still doesn’t mean this gets easier though.”

“Yeah. I know.”

She glances around the room, stopping at momentos she’s collected throughout the years. The BC flag she has hanging above her door. The puck for the first goal she ever scored for the Eagles on the corner of her desk. A stuffed elephant Joseph won her in an arcade four years ago. A cork board filled with scraps of memories, tickets to concerts, boarding passes and little notes she’s gotten from friends and family. 

Right in the center is a ticket to Joseph’s first game in net for the Leafs. November 13, 2021. She’ll never forget it, getting special permission from her coach to meet the team at New Hampshire the next day for their game so that she could go up to Buffalo to catch the Leafs play the Sabres. 

Her eyes then scan to the bouquet of lilies on her night stand, courtesy of Joseph from when they stopped by a flower shop yesterday. Then to the duvet that he had gifted her for her birthday last year because she needed a new one. 

And then finally, to him. Those blue eyes that always hold so much warmth. The eyes she immediately saw when she woke up from her surgery, a professional hockey career officially out of reach. The eyes she always looks for in a room, whether he’s there or not. 

“Hi,” he says softly.

“Hm?”

“Lost you for a minute.”

“Sorry,” she shakes her head. “Were you saying something?”

“Nah,” he says with a smile, kissing her forehead. “Four months isn’t too bad.”

“Joseph,” she deadpans. “It’s not great either.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “I’m just trying not to be sad about it now because I know it’s inevitable. You think it would get easier after six years.”

“I hope some of the Toronto jobs I applied to get back to me.”

He sighs and she can’t blame him. It’s a conversation they’ve had multiple times. “Me too, Eve. But-”

“Go where the job you want takes you, yeah, I know,” she finishes for him. “But I’m ready for a change. And I miss living in the same city. Or country. Even that’s a start.”

Joseph snorts. “Yeah. That would be nice.” He reaches over to dim the lights. “Well, if anything, I’m glad we get to at least spend anniversaries together.”

She hums. They miss out on a lot in each other’s lives — her birthday which is in March, various holidays, Valentine’s Day — but anniversaries are in the summer. And that can be theirs. 

Sometimes Evie does wonder what life would be like if they weren’t dating. If she hadn’t taken the chance and asked for the shy, cute boy’s number. If she hadn’t realized at a BC men’s hockey game that the goalie in net was so talented that she couldn’t take her eyes away. If she hadn’t said yes to going on the first date. By then she had already known he was on his way to Toronto sooner rather than later. And she still said yes. 

She went to her childhood best friend’s older sister’s wedding a month ago. Her and Joseph have talked about marriage — they’ve been dating for so long it would be strange if they hadn’t — but it wasn’t until Paige and Taylor were saying “I Do” as they put rings on each other’s fingers, Paige’s jumpsuit and Taylor’s dress flowing gracefully with the wind, did Evie look at her own ring finger for a split second and yearn for something for the first time. 

Well, he’s leaving tomorrow. Might as well bring it up now. 

“You know, if we want to get married eventually, we probably should be in the same city.” She holds her breath, waiting for his reaction, fiddling with her necklace. 

(It’s a silver maple leaf charm that Joseph had gotten her right before he left for Toronto. Evie hasn’t taken it off since.)

“You’re my favorite person in the world.” He rushes out, almost like he’s stumbling over his words. But they’re no less genuine, eyes wide and cheeks the slightest bit red. She loves all of him, but she loves him the most like this. When he’s completely vulnerable, no filter and only hers. 

She has to share him with a whole city who lives and breathes hockey. He does a good job of reminding her consistently that even with all that, what’s theirs is theirs and always will be. It’s moments like these when she remembers. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I also know you very well,” He taps his finger on her forehead. “Just be patient, baby. It’s coming.”

She decides to act dumb, hoping she’s not clamming up. “What’s coming?”

Joseph snorts. “Yeah, nice try.” He takes it a step further, taking her left hand and rubbing her ring finger smoothly. “I knew I wanted to marry you the second your eyes opened after your surgery.”

Evie’s not sure what to be shocked at first. The fact that he immediately picked up on her signals or what he just said. She blinks. Surgery. Her shoulder surgery. Which was-

“That was like, five years ago.”

He shrugs before taking a deep breath, and she knows he’s also thinking back to that time. She didn’t know it at the time, but they’ve talked about it since. Joseph had been downright terrified, sitting in the waiting room for hours while Evie was in the operating room. He had flown to New York specifically to be by her side when she woke up. They hadn’t even been dating for a year and a half at that point, and he still says it was one of the scariest moments of his life. 

“Why then?” She asks. She has to know. 

He smiles softly. “I know it was stupid, and the success rate of that surgery is so high, but I was so, so afraid you wouldn’t wake up or it wouldn’t be successful. Then when you woke up and I saw your eyes, I realized that I don’t think I could go through my life without seeing those eyes. I guess it’s kinda cruel that I don’t literally get to everyday, but you know what I mean.”

“Oh,” she mutters. Because what else can she say? “So you do want to get married.”

A pause, then a bark of laughter. “Of course I want to get married.” She must flinch because Joseph immediately softens. “Sorry, babe. I’m not making fun of you. I just-I thought you knew. I’ve wanted to marry you for a long time. We’re just, you know, we’re young and I knew neither one of us wanted to be married young even though we could’ve been by now.”

Evie bites her lip. “You know that I don't need a ring, right?”

“I know,” he says with a warm smile. “But you’re getting one anyways. Soon. I promise. Can’t let you slip away that easy, eh?”

“First of all, I know you play there, but you’re not Canadian so stop with the ‘eh,’ he snorts before she continues. “Secondly, you kinda have had me for awhile now. Don’t think I could slip away even if I wanted to.”

He laughs before turning serious, placing a soft but poignant kiss on her lips. “I love you. I’ll miss you.”

“I love you too,” Evie says, biting her lip as she wipes a tear from his cheek. “I miss you always.”

(Three months later, Joseph proposes during sunset in Boston, echoing to their very first date when they had dinner and walked by the Charles River during sunset. Five months later, Evie gets a job offer in Toronto.)

~*~*~

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[madelynraemunson]

mini series

GO BACK | NEXT LEVEL 🔒 | theme song: new divide - linkin park

player zero: level one

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴛᴀQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ — ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ꜰᴀɴ — ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ (ᴠʀ) ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱ ᴠᴇɢᴀꜱ ꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱʜᴏᴡ.

I remember black skies, the lightning all around me.

disclaimers: 18+, psychological thriller, blood, violence, sexual themes, swearing, reader interacts with the st characters, eddie falls for reader who goes by “zero/000, player zero”, reader’s gender identity isn’t specified but does have a vagina, unintentional plot divergence, upside down exists, vecna/001/henry exists, everything is basically canon until reader shows up… 😳, joseph quinn cameo at the end | pairing: eddie munson x reader x joseph quinn

a/n: enjoy everyone! i’m sorry this took so long to come out but i am committed to only releasing my best work to you guys 🩶 i hope you all enjoy level 001!!

[WC: 2.0k words]

“Player Zero…do you copy?”

🎮

By the grace of your headset, you begin to scan the dark, almost void-like, aperture that’s hijacked your surroundings.

“Copy,” you report back to James.

“Excellent.”

Everything around you is black, a noisy puddle sits at your feet. The room is crisp from the AC, and the props smell like rubber tires. And soon, with a push of a button, you will come face to face with the Mind Flayer, saving everyone from this ill-fated town once and for all.

You can’t believe this. What thousands will pay to do, you get to experience for free, having been one of the few selected to try out the new Stranger Things: Virtual Reality Game at the Las Vegas Sphere. (Not to mention, you're the biggest Stranger Things fan in your hometown and quite possibly the biggest Joseph Quinn fan in the state of Nevada).

Eddie's death left you completely shattered. He just fit in so well with the older members of the party that you were almost certain the Duffers would keep him around. But to your despair, alongside many others, they did what they do best and killed off another fan favorite.

But there was something beautiful that came out of Eddie's death. Because of Stranger Things 4, Joseph Quinn has been getting booked for acting gigs left and right, getting asked to come to fan conventions, and you were able to find a community on Tumblr who shared the same love for him and Eddie Munson, and with that notion alone, means the silly metalhead lives on through you guys.

Your dream is to meet Joe one day. You’ve been frantically saving up for the day you get to hug him and thank him for everything he’s done for you and others. Whenever that may be. Until then, all you could do is support his work and contribute to all of his supporting franchises. Much like this one.

“I can’t wait to tell all my mutuals all about this game,” you think to yourself.

James permits you to walk around in order to adapt to your environment. You’re already planning what to tell your friends based on your observations so far. But since pictures aren't allowed, your phone remains in your back pocket for the time being.

“Alright Player Zero,” your guide further instructs you. “You’re going to walk through the gate. And from there the game will begin.”

“And what if I need to pee?”

The comment earns you a chuckle from James. “That’s fine. You’ll just have to take your headset off and call out to me.”

James asks you if you have any other questions. You couldn’t help yourself.

“Will I interact with any characters? Like Eddie?”

“No Eddie unfortunately, it’s primarily the Mind Flayer,” James answers honestly. “Goal of the game is to fight the monster.”

“Understood,” you pout in disappointment.

“Hey but I’ll be surprised if you run into anyone though,” James laughs. “Tell ‘em I say hi if you do.”

Just then, a neon orange projection appears from the corner of your eyes, followed by some squelching noises that gnaw uncomfortably at your ears. And as you get closer to it, you can hear the shrieks of some very familiar, unearthly creatures.

“Walk through the gate now, Zero,” James instructs you.

You take a deep breath, a little scared at how vivid the graphics are but reassuring yourself that all of this is just a game.

“Walking,” you report.

Hobbling into the gate, the synthetic warmth massages your ankle as you squeeze your way on in. You land on the bottom tier, a floor below the floor you started on... one that you weren't aware existed until you continued to walk around.

“This isn’t so bad,” you mutter to yourself.

Just then, the noise around you cuts off and your headset broadcasts to black.

Tssssss.

Unsure whether or not this was part of the game, you continue to tread around the nothingness that is around you. Holding your arms out to keep your balance doesn’t seem to help, because the more you graze onto nothing, the more panicked you become.

This is odd. Where’s the Mind Flayer?

“James?!” you call out, your heart nearly beating out of your chest now.

Nothing.

Suddenly, obnoxious TV static overpowers your headspace. It’s accompanied by lightheadedness, the brightness of it all mercilessly stinging your eyes, and the high-pitched feedback noise that soon fills your ears is probably enough to make you go deaf for the day. Great, now you know why this is a trial run.

“James!” you hiss again quietly. “Anyone?!”

No response. You were never warned about this part. Was this even supposed to happen?

Absolutely frustrated now, you reach for your headset to get out of the game yourself. But to your surprise, you’re stunned to have gotten two palms full of your hair, and part of your face. There was no headset on your head. You’re walking in a void of nothingness, with no one around to help you.

“I need to pee…” is your final attempt to connect with somebody.

The ear-piercing, scratching sounds start up once again. This time grainier, louder. It continues for a while as you run around in a panic before halting to complete radio. silence.

“Wh-” you pant. “What’s happeni-”

JOLT!

“OH SHIT!”

You’re then met with an abrupt, devastating PUSH that sends you flying across the room and down — what you could only describe as — an endless black hole. Your hand clutches at your chest as an attempt to soothe yourself. You’re almost sure your heart stopped for a minute due to absolute shock.

SMACK!

In a millisecond, your body lands on a prickly patch that you soon make up to be loose straws of hay. Blending into the scenery now is that of a remote grass field, with the smell of fresh trees and newly cut blades of grass dancing around your nose.

You can’t think of any place in Las Vegas that would have a barren field like this. Nor can you think of a town nearby with this much of a Midwestern flare, this much empty — and grassy — land, and this much Kodak green undertone to its atmosphere. Unless…

It can’t possibly be. Are you in Hawkins?

You're standing around like an idiot trying to figure out how this could've possibly happened.

You knew this experience was 'all-immersive', but judging by the description, you were supposed to be taken to the Upside Down... and the backwoods by Reefer Rick's hideout was a long commute from. Was this Mind Fight going to be after-the-fact?

Trudging towards Reefer Rick’s now, you begin to think of other ways to get James' attention. But when you hear the faint voice of someone else coming from inside the abandoned lake house, suddenly getting out of the game becomes less of a priority.

“Eddie…” the familiar voice softly commands.

Eddie?

The voice you register belongs to no one other than Gaten Matarazzo, or Dustin Henderson in this sense. But that’s impossible, you think to yourself. James said that there were no characters in the game.

“We are on... your side...”

Oh, it’s this scene. Peaking through the door that was open a mere three inches, you're stunned to see the four dimensional manifestations of the characters you've grown to love right in front of your very eyes.

IMPOSSIBLE.

It's them. You almost stumble backwards when you see Sadie Sink and Maya Hawke alongside Gaten; and despite having their backs towards you, you know it is for sure them, and not some workers hired to play the part.

Your eyes travel to the corner of the room. Very much to your surprise, evident by the butterflies in your stomach, you're met with Joe Keery as Steve Harrington, and Joseph Quinn... the love of your life... in the flesh... your Eddie. Both characters are too focused on each other to even register your presence. If they are even able to see you at all.

You continue to be the fly on the wall while taking a few collected deep breaths. There's no way that they're in front of you right now. There's no way a whole SCENE from the show is panning out in front of you right now. Almost as if it's real time.

“I swear on my mother!” Gaten Dustin continues, trying to reason with Eddie so he can drop the knife and let go of Steve. He turns to the others for help.

“Right?! Guys?!”

“Yes, yes we swear,” the party clamors together in attempts to calm Eddie down.

“On Dustin’s mother,” Maya Robin attempts.

“Yeah, Dustin’s…Dustin’s mother…”

Keery’s voice is strained as he gulps in fear. Reasonably so, because there’s a knife pointed at his throat in this scene.

You clear yours at the doorway, causing everyone to deadpan to you in shock. So they can see you. And sure enough when this happens, that’s when your gaze lands on him. And his gaze lands on you.

It’s insane. It’s like you are looking Joseph Quinn in the eyes, but at the same time, it’s not him. It is literally — Eddie Munson. He's even more beautiful than you imagined.

“On Dustin’s mother?” you speak.

“Jesus, where did YOU spawn from?!” Gaten Dustin exclaims.

“Who’s that?” Sadie Max wonders.

“I…don’t know,” Maya Robin answers.

Immediately, Dustin runs to shield Eddie from your sight. But it’s already too late. And plus, Eddie’s eyes have already met yours. Studied yours.

“I’m…” you speak. “I’m here to help.”

You figured while James figures out what the actual fuck is wrong, that you’d interact with the characters. They’re right in front of you after all, and actually responding.

"I'm Zero..." you explain to them. "I'm not... I'm not from here, but I know a hell of a lot about this place. A lot more than you guys think."

“You know about what’s going on around here?” Robin inquires.

You nod. “And I know part of who is behind it all, and what we can do to stop him.”

"H...him?"

Eddie's timid stare pierces straight into you. It's enough for your knees to buckle, but you know you have to keep yourself collected otherwise the projections of these characters would probably freak out at you.

You hear a tiny thud sound against the wooden floor. Eddie has dropped the knife. Breathing a sigh of relief now, Steve sinks to the ground to gather himself. Meanwhile, a small circle gathers around you.

“There are… greater forces at bay,” you explain. “And it goes way beyond what you know about the demogorgons, the shadow monster, the Mind Flayer… There’s this... really powerful warlock…and a shadow that looms over him to do some really horrible things. And it’s not who you’d expect.”

“You know about those too?” Steve asks.

You nod. Eddie only seems more confused.

"A lot more than you know..." you warn him. "Trust."

"What else do you know about?" Dustin questions.

"I know about Eleven, and Will," you answer. "And how they're safer in California than here, but that doesn't necessarily exempt them from danger."

They all exchange looks with one another.

You can't help but look over at Eddie again.

"I know what happened to Chrissy," you say to him. He looks back up at you. "She's that nice girl from the middle school talent show, right?"

"I left her there," is all he says. He knows you understand what he meant by it. "I'm just a coward."

"You're not a coward, Eddie. Nothing you could've done could've prevented what happened at the trailer."

“Zero…” Dustin whispers to himself. Then he looks up at you with suspicion. Pointing an accusatory finger at you, he says, "How do we know you weren't sent by Hawkins Lab to spy on us?! You're a number after all."

"I'm not a number from the lab, trust me," you roll your eyes, slightly annoyed at Curly and his superstition. But it makes sense. "I don't even know Eleven, okay? Just think of me as... a guardian. From another universe. I think I was sent here to help you guys. I know how this shit ends, after all."

“How does it end?” Eddie asks you. “F-for us? For me?”

You turn to him in anguish.

“Not well, I’m afraid,” you respond honestly. “But if you guys are open to my help, I can get us out of this mess unscathed. Build up some leeway.”

You turn to Max who only seems to be backing further away from you. It's definitely in her character to do so, Maxine has always struggled to ask for help. But you know, deep down in those fearful blue eyes, she wants your help as much as she wants to run away from it.

"And we're gonna break you out of that curse," you say to her.

You're no expert on the laws of space-time, but it doesn't take a scientist to realize that you're in a different Hawkins reality. And knowing there are countless outcomes and experiences for existence, you can make this reality your own.

Which means, if you choose to stay in this 'game', and play the cards correctly, the Eddie standing directly in front of you has a second chance at life.

Now’s your chance to fix it. And experience an altered timeline. You don't know how this is possible, but it is. And after all, the Rule of Probability states, "the probability of an impossible event is Zero."

“If you guys want to save everyone in Hawkins, including Eddie and Max, you guys have to do EXACTLY what I say do you understand?”

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[resident-idiot-simp]

Haya everyone Resi here

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You can find me here on TikTok, Instagram, Twitter , and Ao3.

My pronouns are She/Her (above 18) and I am somehow not any form of fruity ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ (well I might be a bit Aro/Ace but I don't really care)

I apologize beforehand because I cannot type dysgraphia is a bitch (I also use voice to type I am not sorry) and I'm also your local Southerner and Christian (tasteful kind) here in the U.S. of A.

I am riddled with the ADHD and I am here to commit arson and have fun.

I love answering asks and questions (especially about my fics) so please shoot me any you have 🩷🩷🩷

Tags on my blog:

#Resi Responds #Resi's breakdowns

#Resi's shorts #Resi's Life

#wendi!verse #Deer!Ghost

#walks up to mic #09 angst

#Deadclaw's Adoption Agency

Most current hyper fixation:

🧼Mw💀 & ❤️Dp&W💛

My fics :

DP&W

(how I picture the characters)

Deadclaw’s Adoption Agency- Wade and Logan end up adopting an army of misfits and create a home for those without one.

Meeting the Uncle- What happens when Laura runs into Sabretooth in the void?

What Comes Around Goes Around- The X-Men don't know how to feel about this new logan and have some horrible realizations about their own

Bloodline Spite- Laura doesn't like the X-men because of how they treated Logan

The Spider and The Mini Wolverine- Peter befriends Laura and the Avengers are in for a shock

Past Ghosts- Steve meets a man he thought long dead

COD

(Not a fic but the Captain MacTavish essay also characterization)

The Family Reunion- What if Soap's cousin saw him again after years of no contact?

An Outsiders Thoughts- What do others see when observing Soap and Ghost

The Uncle- What if Joseph didn't die and Ghost gets to be an uncle

Comfort- Soap gets overstimulated and Ghost helps comfort him

The Loaned Sergeant- Since Soap is so used to Ghost as his LT how would he work with another Lieutenant?

The Old Team- What happens when Soap meets his old team?

Soap and MacTavish- What if Soap meets Captain MacTavish?

Time Kept Ticking- Soap's Family thinks he's dead, but he comes knocking on their door how will they react?

Your a CAPTAIN?!- What if the original 141 were canon in the same universe as their reboot counterparts and Soap with Ghost were using the task force as a cover for their own team?

Don't Dish Out What You Can't Take- Soap and Ghost have a badass kid

Hunger- Ghost is a wendigo because it fits so well!!

The BAU Meet SoapGhost- The BAU deal with John 'Soap' MacTavish and Simon 'Ghost' Riley

The Prince & his Knight- Soap is a prince Ghost is a knight what will happen when Soap I told to court someone?

I haven't Talked to You Since last Year- Simon keeps making jokes and Soap is NOT having it

The Mistake- What if after Roba Tommy kicks Simon out?

Favored by the Crows- Ghost gains an army of crows

Task Force Try Playing Games With Civilians- The 141 play laser tag and paintball with some civilians

What People Around and On Base See- MORE POVS ON YOUR FAVORITE IDIOTS

Alone Time Interrupted by Your Team- Captain MacTavish is rudely interrupted by his team during his not so alone alone time

Cowboy Dan- Cowboy Dan is so Ghost-coded I needed to write a fic so decided to make it sad and about Soap becoming Ghost after Ghost died.

A Little Help- Ghost helps preen Soap's wings

A Little Pick-Me-Up With Company- Soap offers fresh blood to Ghost so they can escape a sticky situation while Price is an unwitting watcher

Jailbirds- Soap and Ghost get arrested on a mission gone wrong

A Preventable Fate- 09 Angst regarding Price not being a good person

What is With Those Two?- Model Ghost and Football player Soap are following each other on social media and the fans just realized

Feeding Your God- 09 Ghost as a lore accurate wendigo (Azilver wrote a story based off of this go read it! Also it has fanart that also works for my fic)

Accidental Mate Acquisition- Seal Mer Soap sees Ghost as his mate what will they do?

The Captain Blowing Off Steam- The Captain has his way with Riley who is just happy to be there

Mama Bear- Mama bear Beth

What do you need?- The Captain has visitors while having his way with Riley

Matching Smiles- Soap has a Glasgow smile

How Did This Snowball so Bad?! - Soap and Ghost experience their first heat/rut together

Relief- Soap with swollen balls needing relief and Ghost offering to help.

Wisper From the Woods - Wendigo Roach activities including but not limited to eating Graves

Mending of Broken Souls - Past meet their future selves (part of this event I hosted)

Love Bites- Vampire Riley getting less traumatized with some TLC from his Captain

Team Bonding- Team bonding over how the 141 imagine Captain MacTavish is like in bed and how badly everyone wants him.

MacTavish and Riley Take on the Apocalypse- Wendi!Verse meets TWD and interacts with the termites (also another small snippet for nine lives)

Feed Your Local Vampire they get Hangry- Vampire MacTavish and willing blood bag Riley

FNAF

Empire of dirt- Ever wanted to know what others in Hurricane thought of the Aftons well wonder no longer!

The Ghost & The Bear- Freddy's POV on a ghost Michael

Final Encore- What would happen if Michael met the crew in Security Breach

[falloutjuli]

Back on my shitposting Bullshit. This posts theme is something I had already done on my older writing blog and I always love making headcanons so here it is for JJBA. (Jodio not included yet)

 Feel free to drop in my ask box if you miss any character and wanna hear what I think or for literally anything else. (Please remeber to not send in too many charcters, Ill set the limit for now at 6)

Anyways, I hope yall get a kick out of my funky ideas. 

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1-8 JoJo’s x Reader - Playing Animal Crossing Together

Wordcount:

Short summary: My personal headcanons on the JoJo’s playing Animal Crossing with references to you and their friends.

Warnings: None. Only wholesomeness here., except for Joseph srynotsry

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Jonathan:

Loves it, huge fan of the tiny wholesome animal game.

Speedwagon showed it to him, knowing Jonathan would love it.

Jonathan puts a big effort into keeping his island pretty, villagers happy, filling the museum, sending gifts and letters to his friends and you.

Most wholesome player you'll ever encounter, that happily trades anything he has.

Loves to buy furniture and clothing for you to surprise you with it.

 🌟

Joseph:

Wasn’t that big into it until he discovered the custom pattern function.

Now he's a menace, using loads of cursed patterns to paint his island in and give his villagers ugly shirts.

His own character wears a "Pussy Master" shirt.

Will visit Caesar’s and your island just to mess with you and gift your villagers ugly clothing and furniture.

Avid time skipper.

Biggest troll you two know and yet you love him.

  🌟

Jotaro:

Not interested, didn't know what it was until he saw you having fun with it.

He asked Kakyoin what the game is, and he happily showed Jotaro.

Jotaro eventually surprises you with a friend request on your switch.

He doesn't do much around his island, just places some stuff here and there.

Is absolutely obsessed over aquatic Villagers and filling the fish part of the museum to take pictures there with you.

  🌟

Josuke:

Organized Town, pretty layout, casual player that takes his time to slowly work towards everything.

Will make his house gaming themed.

One part of the island is dedicated to recreating the cafe and fill it with references to you and his other friends.

Eager to get his friendship up with all his villagers, loves to give them gift and talks to them daily.

Loves the Nookmile tickets/ Kapp'n trips and goes on them whenever he can.

  🌟

Giorno:

Froggy Chair obsessed.

Owns the Sanrio Amiibo cards and decorates with it.

Also has all the villager amiibo cards and everyone is welcome to borrow them to get their favorites on their respective islands.

Loves the museum and eagerly works on filling it, gifting anything he already has to you.

Cute natural island theme with loads of plants and occasional duplicated statues spread around.

Made a cute park for you that has lots of hybrid flowers and cutesy furniture.

Loves all villagers, but his favorites are the frogs.

  🌟

Jolyne:

Surprisingly organized in a sense?

Like you, Ermes, FF and her share a group chat where everyone posts their newest decoration updates, what villagers moved in and might move out, turnip prices.

You trade furniture for the catalog and help each other's museum, teamwork makes the dream work.

Loads of pictures of you four hanging out in the coffeeshop.

One room in her house is dedicated to you and filled with references to your relationship.

Anasui is banned from all islands, and you designed a custom pattern with his face and a red X on it that all of you have next to your airport.

  🌟

Johnny:

Johnny wasn't big into it at first and then got completely hooked.

Only Horse and Mouse villagers.

Western themed all the way. Kentucky state flag as his island flag.

Loves Gyroids and has multiple in each room.

Gyro and he trade furniture and ignore the museum completely. They are only interested in decorating their homes and island to have it perfect.

Made it big with turnips but refuses to explain to Gyro how it works.

  🌟

Gappy:

Was confused at first why you liked the game so much.

Yasuho and you made him his sailor outfit and buy him some furniture to start him up with.

You two explain the whole concept roughly to him and then let him play.

You never expected him to figure it out super quickly and making loads of money with turnips.

His house was upgraded faster than yours and Yasuho’s, he began making his own custom paths, made an orchard on his island.

He quickly takes a huge liking to the game and loves everything about it.

He leaves the island largely as it is, the only stuff he really decorates are his house, the orchard (reminiscent of the Higashikata one) and the little area with his villagers.

The rooms in his house are all dedicated to a person that he then decorates accordingly to. (You, Yasuho, Holly, the Higashikata Family etc)

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hihi! I just wanna start by saying thank you for always answering everyone’s requests and having a positive attitude!

I myself have a request: You recently wrote a fic where it was nerdier!reader x basketball player!tyler Joseph, and they had a group project. May I request either a part two to that that is all about getting ready for prom, going to prom, etc? And if you’d rather not do a part two, can I request a separate prom fic? :) If you don’t have time, that’s perfectly alright! You’re a very skilled author, and I will appreciate anything that you write :D

School Project Part 2 - Tyler Joseph x Nerd!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst - argument and bullies

Word Count: 2641

A/N: This was fun to continue :) enjoy it!!

PART 1

The weeks leading up to prom were a whirlwind of excitement, nerves, and anticipation. After Tyler’s big promposal at the basketball game, I felt like I was walking on air. For the first time, I wasn’t just watching everything happen from the sidelines. I was part of the story now, and Tyler had made it clear that I wasn’t just a background character in his life anymore.

But as the initial excitement started to settle, the reality of the situation began to sink in. Prom. With Tyler Joseph. I didn’t know the first thing about prom, let alone how to prepare for it. Everyone around me seemed to have it all figured out—girls in my classes were constantly buzzing about their dresses, their hair appointments, spray tan appointments, and their dates. They all seemed so confident, like they had been planning for this night their whole lives.

And then there was me. Who never thought I’d be going to prom with anyone, let alone Tyler Joseph.  I wasn’t sure where to even start.

Thankfully, my best friend wasn't about to let me panic alone. The day after Tyler’s promposal, she cornered me in the cafeteria, her eyes practically glowing with excitement. I was alone–Tyler had decided to go back to his friends’ table where they could discuss basketball things.

“So,” she said, plopping down next to me with a wide grin. “You’re going to prom with Tyler. How does it feel to be living every girl’s dream?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I keep waiting for him to tell me it was some sick  joke.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please. Did you see the way he looked at you during that game? There’s no way this is a joke. He’s into you.”

I shrugged, still trying to wrap my head around it. “I guess. But prom… I don’t even know where to start.”

Her grin widened. “Lucky for you, I’m an expert at all things prom. We’re going dress shopping this weekend, and you are not getting out of it.”

I groaned, but there was a smile on my face. “Fine, but I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she said, linking her arm through mine. “Trust me. By the time I’m done with you, Tyler won’t know what hit him.”

Saturday came around quickly, and before I knew it, we were standing in the middle of a bustling boutique, surrounded by racks of shimmering gowns in every color imaginable. My stomach twisted with nerves as I scanned the dresses, feeling completely out of my depth.

My best friend, on the other hand, was in her element. She immediately started pulling dresses off the racks, holding them up to me with a critical eye. “This one’s cute, but maybe a little too much sparkle. Oh, but this one—this would look amazing on you.”

I smiled weakly, letting her take the lead. After trying on several dresses that felt too over-the-top for me, she finally handed me a simple, elegant gown in a soft shade of lavender. “Try this one,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “I have a good feeling about it.”

I slipped into the dress, and when I stepped out of the dressing room, I barely recognized myself. The fabric flowed beautifully, hugging my figure in all the right places without feeling too flashy. The color complimented my skin tone, and for the first time, I felt like maybe, just maybe, I could pull this off.

Her eyes lit up when she saw me. “That’s the one,” she said, nodding in approval. “You look stunning.”

I turned to the mirror, feeling a strange mix of disbelief and excitement. I did look… different. Not like the quiet girl who sat in the back of the classroom. Not like the girl who was invisible to most people. I looked like someone who could actually go to prom with Tyler Joseph.

“Okay,” I said, smiling at my reflection. “This is it.”

She grinned, clapping her hands together. “Now all we need to do is figure out your hair, makeup, and nails. We’re going all out for this, Y/N.”

As the days passed, I found myself thinking more and more about what prom night would actually be like. Tyler and I had been texting more often, sometimes about school, sometimes about music, and sometimes just about random things. He was different in these moments—more relaxed, more real. It felt like I was finally getting to know the real Tyler, not just the jock everyone admired.

But there was still a part of me that couldn’t help but wonder what would happen after prom. Was this just a one-time thing? Would everything go back to the way it was after the night was over? Or was this the start of something more?

I tried not to overthink it, but it was hard not to let those thoughts creep in, especially when I saw Tyler with his friends at school. He was always surrounded by people, always the center of attention, and I couldn’t help but feel like I didn’t quite fit into that world. I was still the quiet one, the one who preferred to stay in the background.

But whenever Tyler caught my eye in the hallway or sent me a quick text during class, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe things really were different now.

The night of prom arrived faster than I expected, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection as my best friend fussed over my hair.

“You look amazing,” she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. My hair was styled in soft waves, with a few strands pinned back to frame my face. My makeup was simple but elegant, just enough to enhance my features without feeling too overdone.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

She smiled, giving me a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “Believe it. And just remember, Tyler asked you to prom. He could’ve asked anyone, but he chose you.”

I nodded, her words sinking in. I couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement in my chest. Tyler had chosen me. And tonight, I was going to let myself enjoy it.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and my heart skipped a beat. Tyler was here.

She grinned, practically bouncing with excitement. “Go get your man!”

“He’s barely my man,” I laughed and made my way to the door, my heart pounding in my chest. When I opened it, there he was, standing on the porch in a sleek black suit and a tie that matched my dress perfectly. He looked… stunning. But it wasn’t just his appearance that made my heart race—it was the way he looked at me when our eyes met, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Wow,” Tyler breathed, his gaze sweeping over me. “You look… incredible.”

I blushed, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He grinned, holding out a small corsage of white roses. “For you.”

I took the corsage, my hands shaking slightly as I slipped it onto my wrist. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

Tyler smiled, his eyes softening as he took a step closer. “You ready?”

I nodded, feeling the butterflies in my stomach flutter wildly. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

The drive to the venue was filled with nervous laughter and light conversation. Tyler was calm and easygoing, which helped ease some of my anxiety. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was going to be one of those moments that I’d remember forever.

When we arrived at the venue, the ballroom was already buzzing with excitement. The decorations were beautiful—twinkling lights, elegant drapes, and tables set with sparkling centerpieces. As we stepped inside, I couldn’t help but feel like I was walking into a dream.

Tyler’s hand found mine as we made our way through the crowd, and I felt a rush of warmth at the simple gesture. People were watching us, whispering, but for once, it didn’t bother me. I wasn’t the quiet girl fading into the background anymore. I was here, with Tyler, and I felt like I belonged.

The night moved in a blur of music, laughter, and dancing. Tyler was attentive, always checking in to make sure I was okay, and for the first time in a long time, I felt completely at ease. He wasn’t just the popular basketball star anymore—he was Tyler, the guy who made me laugh, who understood me, who made me feel seen.

At one point, Tyler suggested we meet up with his friends. I hesitated for a moment, but I didn’t want to seem nervous. After all, I was his date tonight. I nodded, and he led me toward the table where his basketball friends were gathered with their dates, all of them dressed to the nines in glittering gowns and perfectly tailored suits.

“Hey, man!” one of Tyler’s friends, Jason, called out, slapping Tyler on the back. His gaze slid over to me, a smirk forming on his lips. “So, you actually brought her?”

I stiffened, my fingers tightening around Tyler’s hand. The way Jason said it made my stomach twist, like I didn’t belong, like it was some big joke that I was here. I glanced at the other girls sitting at the table. Their eyes darted between me and Tyler, barely veiling their disdain.

“Yeah, this is Y/N,” Tyler said, his tone light but firm. He seemed unfazed, but I could feel the tension rising in my chest.

One of the girls leaned forward, her overly bright smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Oh, Y/N, isn’t it? We’ve, like, never really seen you around much. You’re... what, in the same English class as Tyler?” She let out a little laugh, as though that was somehow amusing.

“Yeah and history,” I replied quietly, my voice barely audible over the music. I could feel their eyes on me, judging, picking me apart.

Another one of Tyler’s friends, Ryan, chuckled. “I gotta admit, when Tyler said he was taking you, we thought he was kidding.”

Tyler let out an awkward laugh while the girls giggled, exchanging knowing looks. One of them whispered something to her friend that made her burst into laughter.

My heart sank. Suddenly, the dress that had made me feel beautiful, like I belonged, felt like a costume that didn’t fit. Like I was pretending to be someone I wasn’t. Their words were sharp, like tiny daggers, chipping away at the confidence I had felt earlier in the night.

I looked up at Tyler, hoping for some kind of reassurance. But he just gave an awkward smile, not quite knowing how to respond. He didn’t laugh, but he didn’t say anything to defend me either. He seemed uncomfortable, like he wasn’t sure how to handle his friends’ comments.

Jason leaned in, his smirk growing wider. “I mean, no offense, but we figured it was just, like, a pity thing. You know, since you...”

That was the final blow. I felt my chest tighten, my eyes burning with unshed tears. I couldn’t stand there anymore. I couldn’t be the punchline of this cruel joke.

“I—I think I need some air,” I mumbled, pulling my hand out of Tyler’s grasp and turning away before the tears could fall.

“Y/N, wait!” Tyler called after me, but I didn’t stop. I pushed through the crowd, my vision blurred as I stumbled toward the exit. The laughter and music seemed distant, muffled by the pounding of my heart.

I made it outside, the cool night air hitting my face as the first tear slipped down my cheek. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold it together, but the hurt was too much. I had known deep down that I didn’t fit into Tyler’s world. I had known it from the start, but hearing his friends say it out loud—like I was some joke he couldn’t get out of—was too painful to bear.

I wiped at my cheeks furiously, angry at myself for crying, for letting them get to me. But no matter how hard I tried, the tears kept coming.

Footsteps echoed behind me, and before I could slip away into the shadows, Tyler was there, his face full of concern.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice filled with regret. “Please, don’t go.”

I shook my head, stepping back. “Tyler, just... don’t. I get it now. This whole thing was a mistake. I want to go home.”

He frowned, his brow furrowing. “What are you talking about?”

I looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “Your friends—they think I’m some charity case. And honestly, I’m starting to wonder if they’re right.”

Tyler’s face fell, his expression one of pure disbelief. “What? No, Y/N, that’s not true.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything back there?” I asked, my voice cracking. “You just stood there while they made me feel like a joke.”

He stepped closer, his eyes searching mine. “Because I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting them to act like that, and I—I should’ve said something. I’m sorry. But I swear, Y/N, I didn’t ask you because I felt bad for you. I asked you because I wanted to. Because I like you.”

I blinked, not sure I had heard him correctly. “You… like me?”

He nodded, his gaze intense. “Yes. I’ve liked you for a while now. I just didn’t know how to show it. I thought asking you to prom was my way of finally telling you. And tonight… you’ve been amazing. I’m sorry my friends acted like jerks. They don’t know you like I do.”

I swallowed hard, my heart still aching but starting to soften at his words. “But why didn’t you defend me?”

Tyler ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated with himself. “I know I messed up. I didn’t handle it right, and I’m sorry. But I’m here now, and I want to make this right. Please, don’t let them ruin tonight for us.”

I hesitated, my emotions still swirling, but the sincerity in his eyes made me pause. He wasn’t like them. He had never treated me like they did.

Tyler reached out, gently taking my hand. “Y/N, I asked you to prom because I wanted you by my side. Not because of what anyone else thinks. I’m sorry for what they said, but I don’t care what they think. I care about you.”

His words broke through the walls I had built up, and I felt the tears fall again, but this time they weren’t from hurt. They were from the overwhelming relief that he wasn’t like his friends, that this night wasn’t a cruel joke after all.

“Tyler…” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Before I could say anything else, he closed the distance between us, his hand cupping my cheek as he leaned in and kissed me. It was soft and sweet, but there was something more—something that made my heart race and my knees weak.

When we pulled back, Tyler rested his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again, his voice full of emotion. “But I’m not letting you go.”

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of his words settle over me like a blanket of warmth. I wasn’t a joke to him. I wasn’t invisible anymore. And as we stood there under the stars, I realized that this night wasn’t just a dream—it was real. Tyler was real. And maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something I had never imagined for myself.

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Washington, D.C., 1952. It's the night Dwight D. Eisenhower wins the presidential election in a landslide, a victory credited in part to demagogue Wisconsin senator Joseph McCarthy. Two men catch each other's eyes from across the celebration party. Hawkins Fuller (Magic Mike's Matt Bomer), a suit-and-tie-clad power player in politics, smirks at Tim Laughlin (Bridgerton's Jonathan Bailey), a bespectacled and handsome newcomer on the scene.

There's a flash and now it's weeks later. The two lovers are in the throngs of an intoxicating torrid affair at the time of McCarthy's moral purge of homosexuals from government, the Lavender Scare. There's another flash and Hawk is taking a photo of Tim along the beach, years in the future. Another flash takes us back in time to a hallway on the Hill, where the two gents steal private glances.

This is how time works in Fellow Travelers, Bomer and Bailey's upcoming Showtime miniseries. So it's appropriate that the first teaser trailer, which EW exclusively debuts below, reflects that.

"They aren't flashbacks, really. We're putting the different time frames against each other," executive producer Ron Nyswaner, an Oscar nominee for writing 1993's Philadelphia, tells EW in an interview conducted before the Hollywood writers' strike. "It's about the choices that we make having ramifications that we don't see. It's very bad and we might not see them for 30 years, and they alter our lives in different ways. So you live with the choices that you make. Even though you try to avoid them, they usually show up somewhere."

Fellow Travelers is based on the novel of the same name by author Thomas Mallon, but while the book is what Nyswaner calls a "contained story about the '50s in Washington," the series is more ambitious in its scope.

Described as an epic love story entangled in a political thriller, the limited series tracks Hawk and Tim across four decades, through the Lavender Scare, the Vietnam War protests of the '60s, the disco scene of the '70s, and the AIDS crisis of the '80s.

The show also happens to be sexy as hell! Bomer and Bailey first got attention for these roles after paparazzi captured thirst-trap photos of their shirtless selves in character, splashing around on the Canadian beaches on the show's set. Neither those photos nor the first teaser come anywhere close to what audiences will see of their sexual chemistry.

Nyswaner worked on Ray Donovan and Homeland for Showtime during the 10 years he mulled making this new show, and he sees elements of both in Fellow Travelers.

In the character of Hawk, "There's a bit of a Ray Donovan, an unknowable person who doesn't seem to be able to love," he says. "And in Homeland, which is a thriller… we had a rule, which is if a scene doesn't push a story forward, then there's no reason it should exist." Nyswaner brought that rule to Fellow Travelers. Though, he admits, "It's really hard in our show to take scenes out." When you have Bailey and Bomer getting hot and heavy on screen together, we understand why.

Also starring Allison Williams, Jelani Alladin, and Noah Ricketts, Fellow Travelers will premiere on Paramount+ with Showtime this fall.

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Meet The Characters

Joseph Woll x Yn Hamilton

Lewis Hamilton x sister!reader, Lando Norris x platonic!reader, Charles Leclerc x platonic!reader, Yuki Tsunoda x platonic!reader, Jamie Flatters x platonic!reader, Matt Rempe x platonic!reader, Jack Champion x platonic!reader, other f1 grid members x platonic!reader

series masterlist

Yn Hamilton

Date of Birth: 13th August 2000

Height: 5'2"

Profession: Actress

Famous Role: Avatar: The Way of Water

Family: Younger sister of Formula 1 World Champion Lewis Hamilton

Joseph Woll

Date of Birth: July 12, 1998

Height: 6'3"

Profession: Professional hockey player (Goaltender)

Team: Toronto Maple Leafs (NHL)

Lewis Hamilton

Date of Birth: January 7, 1985

Height: 5'9"

Profession: Formula 1 driver

Achievements: Seven-time World Champion in Formula 1 (it's 8)

Family: Older brother of Yn Hamilton, protective of her

Lando Norris

Date of Birth: November 13, 1999

Height: 5'7"

Profession: Formula 1 driver

Team: McLaren F1 Team

Matt Rempe

Date of Birth: February 22, 2002

Height: 6'8"

Profession: Professional hockey player (Forward)

Team: New York Rangers prospect, AHL player

Yuki Tsunoda

Date of Birth: May 11, 2000

Height: 5'2"

Profession: Formula 1 driver

Team: Scuderia AlphaTauri

Jack Champion

Date of Birth: November 16, 2004

Height: 5'10"

Profession: Actor

Famous Role: Avatar: The Way of Water

Charles Leclerc

Date of Birth: October 16, 1997

Height: 5'10"

Profession: Formula 1 driver

Team: Scuderia Ferrari

Jamie Flatters

Date of Birth: July 7, 2000

Height: 6'0"

Profession: Actor

Famous Role: Avatar: The Way of Water

[danopdf]

The Cutting Edge [Joe Liebgott/David Webster] - chapter 1

chapter 1 - lace up!

pairing: joseph liebgott x david webster, [hockey player x figure skater au]

The Cutting Edge (1992 film) Rewrite

word count: 3149

summary: Stuck-up figure skater David Webster has his gold medal stolen from him in the '88 Olympics due to a horrible skating partner. Looking for redemption and a new skate partner who can keep up with his attitude and drive. Enter the man David had a horrible run-in with at the previous competition ex-Olympic hockey player Joseph Liebgott and David's new skate partner. The duo reluctantly teams up to compete at the 1992 Olympics, and win the gold they were both denied. But can Joe deal with David's attitude? and can David break through Joes' icy exterior, to get the best program out of both of them?

warnings: swearing, lots of swearing, some injury (non-graphic), sad liebgott, implications of sex

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a/n: welcome welcome! This is my first ever character/character fic ever, and I am cross-posting on my ao3 @/danopdf!

This is basically a re-write of the 1992 film 'The Cutting Edge' with some more scenes I'm adding and, mayhaps some smut later on. I hope you enjoy, feedback is always appreciated <3

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Calgary - 1988

The first sound Joe heard wasn’t his alarm.

It was the sound of the wrinkled hotel sheets shifting as the figure next to him rolled over, a heavy arm swinging over his waist.

The second sound Joe heard was the gravelly voice behind him croaking out, “Good morning.” in the heavy German accent he remembered from last night. Joe ignored the voice and shifted to reach for his watch resting on the nightstand next to him. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he flipped the watch, expecting the time to be just a few minutes before the alarm he set last night.

“It’s 1 o’clock.” His eyes widened, “JESUS CHRIST IT’S 1 O’CLOCK, I’VE GOT A GAME!” Joe lept from the bed throwing the covers off of himself and onto the shaggy-haired blonde next to him. Bending down to grab his pants, and socks scattered around his hotel room, he yelled out, “WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ALARM? I TOLD YOU TO SET THE ALARM, I’M SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE ICE!”. Quickly as he could Joe tossed on his clothes, belt clattering as he grabbed his hockey jersey from the lounge chair, and rushed off to the small bathroom to brush his teeth.

“Nein alarm. You said "Nein alarm!” the figure from beneath the sheets, sat up blankets falling off his chest. Joe stuck his head out of the bathroom door, toothbrush hanging from the side of his mouth.

“Yes, nine alarm!!”

“Is it a mistake?”

“No, no mistake-” he said harshly, running from the bathroom, “badge, hat-” Joe ran around the room grabbing items from his mental list, “no mistake, I’m just about four hours late for the goddamn Olympics here Conrad!”

“Conrad?” Joe quickly finger-combed his hair before tossing on his jersey and backward ‘Team USA’ hat.

“I don’t believe this” Joe shoved his battered sneakers on barely tying them.

“Conrad?!” The young man screeched out from the bed,

“Christoph?” Joe threw out, gathering his pads and skate pants, and tossing them into his hockey bag.

“CHRISTOPH?” an even more appalled yell came from the blonde. Joe grabbed his sticks from next to the door, pausing to hike his bag over his shoulder.

“Christian?” He genuinely wondered.

The man scoffed, folding his arms, “Callan!”

“Callan! Right! Listen,” Joe reached for the door, yanking it open, “I’ll see you later, thanks for the great night!” Shooting the curly blonde a wide smile, he rushed out the door, barely escaping the wrath of the hotel pillow thrown at him.

– – – – – – – – – – – –

David was gliding across the rink. Hearing nothing but the sound of skates against the ice and the duo's song over the loudspeakers flooding the arena.

Feeling the hands of his partner fall around his hips, and move towards his outstretched arm.

Clasping his partner's hands in his own, David let himself be swung back and over his partner's shoulders, suspended above the ice, David locked his arms and splayed his legs out straight to the sides, keeping his eyes locked ahead as his partner began to spin them across the ice.

After the spins, David could feel his partner's arms begin to quiver. He bent his elbows, the queue to slowly lower him into the next set of moves. As he was being lowered David’s partner, Michael fumbled him. His left leg getting caught behind Michael's shoulder, David let out a grunt as he unceremoniously stumbled down onto the ice.

“This is the Olympics David, 30 million people just called their families in from the kitchen to watch the replay!” David’s coach Rick yelled from his place on the sideline. “What do you think this is David? Junior Pairs ‘82?” He slammed his hands on the boards.

“No,” David skated his way closer to Rick leaving Michael stranded in the middle of the rink surrounded by the other pairs getting their final practices in, “as I recall in ‘82 you were still humiliating me in private!”

“Maybe that’s because you were still listening,” Rick growled out.

“Well if I’m going deaf, it’s because I’ve had you SCREAMING in my ear for the last 9 years!” David yelled, anger bubbling up in his stomach, “He’s not giving me anything to work with!” He gestured to Michael standing behind him, his hands on his waist, head pointed up, eyes rolling at David’s theatrics.

“Rick, this is impossible! I can’t work with him!” Michael yelled.

Rick leaned over the side of the half wall separating the ice from the judges' table and press area, “David. I wanna see your ass, in the goddamn air!!” he hollered pointing high towards the rafters, the sounds of the contestants and the scattered observers in the audience gasping filled the silence following his outburst.

David skated right up to Rick's red, angry face.

“Well, until Hercules here learns how to lock. His. Grip. This will have to do.” David smirked, pushing off his right foot he began to skate away, getting a few paces away before flipping up the back edge of his long performance shirt, showing off his ass in his tight leotards. The sounds of the other contestants and audience members now laughing, filled the arena, followed by the dozens of quick clicks and flashes going off from the press cameras that filled one corner of the blocked-off viewing area.

David skated right across the ice, holding the back of his uniform up the whole way, until he stepped off the ice and right onto the rubber walkway towards the changeroom.

“David!”

Oh good. David thought, turning towards the commanding voice of his father.

“This needs to stop. You need to go right back out there and apologize to Rick,” His father got right up close to David, long brown coat and overly expensive scarf swinging with each powerful step towards him, “he has put in too much work. He’s the one that got us here.” His father pointed a finger directly in David's sweaty face.

“Oh yeah, how kind of him to let us tag along.” David sighed sarcastically, bending one leg behind him to put his skate guard on, before doing the same with his other.

“David Kenyon Webster. You will go back out there, and you will apologize and you will get. To. Work.” His father seethed.

David sighed, damp curls falling in front of his eyes, “I wouldn’t bet on it Dad.” wiping his forehead, and beginning to walk off, plastic skate guards clicking against the floor.

“David! Where are you going?”

Without looking over his shoulder David yelled back, “I’ll be in my cell!”

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Joe was booking it down the sidewalks of the Olympic Village as fast as he possibly could, rushing right past the crowded entrance to the Olympic arena, towards the underground parking and athlete’s entrance.

Badge jumping off his chest, Joe ran right past the guard booth at the bottom of the parking ramp.

“Hey, son! What’s your name!” The man asked, stepping out of the booth, clipboard in hand.

“Liebgott! USA men's hockey!” He hollered, not stopping his sprint,

“Hell son, they’re just about to start!”

Joe practically ran into the doors with the words ‘ATHLETE’S ENTRANCE. OLYMPIANS AND COACHES ONLY’ plastered on the front. Ripping the door open, and rushing down the twisting hallways towards his team's changeroom.

Bursting through the red arena doors Joe finally entered the hallway lined with banners in the colours of the Olympic rings, the US national anthem sounding over the speakers in the rink loud enough for him to hear over the sound of his rapid heartbeat and his skates clacking together over his shoulder.

Quickly running around a corner, Joe came to a complete halt. Running directly into someone, their skates falling off their shoulder and onto the ground below them. It was a miracle Joe managed to stay standing.

Half walking, half checking over the man he had run into, Joe grabbed the skates off the ground, “Does this hallway go up to the ice?”

Handing the skates over to the shocked man still sitting on the ground, he took note of the Team USA Olympic jacket he had on, as well as the thick pin-decorated sweatband he had pushing the curls up and away from his face.

“Wh- what?” The man stuttered out.

“Does this go up to the ice!” Joe asked again.

“‘Does this go up to the ice?’ Is that all you have to say? Wh-what were you raised in, a barn?” The man on the floor swung his arms out.

Joe looked at him shocked at the utter audacity the young man on the floor had. Did he not hear what the fuck I just asked? What an asshole.

“Yeah, that’s the way to the ice asshole.”

“Yeah, thanks. And listen, Sweetheart,” Joe leaned right down into the fallen man's face, “Where I come from, we stand for the national anthem.” Clapping him harshly on the shoulder Joe gave the man one last glare before running down the hall towards the ice. Leaving David to push himself off the ground with a scoff, walking down the hall Joe had just come from, and pushing his way out the doors into the bright afternoon. Beginning to make his way back to the main hotel, the last bars of the national anthem fading with the loud ‘bang!’ of the doors behind him.

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It’s just him and the puck out on that ice.

Everything else just fades away once his skates are laced and his gloves are on, the sound of the crowd fading into his heartbeat.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you’re just now joining us from the men's cross-country skiing, you are currently watching the men's hockey teams USA vs Germany, where Germany is currently leading by one point in the final period.”

Skating forwards Joe reached his stick out in front of him, sneaking the puck out from the opposing hockey player's grip. Quickly cradling it in his stick he turned hard on his left foot, before taking off down the ice.

“Folks, are you seeing this? We’re in the final moments of the game here and Team USA all-star Joe Liebgott has stolen the puck from the German powerhouse Gerd Truntschka and has taken off down the ice!”

Left, right. Left, right. Stick movement, don’t forget to keep the puck moving.

There was nobody but the goalie between him and the net. Nobody between him and getting to that next round, between him and getting to that gold medal game. All he has to do is swing back and-

“Ladies and Gentleman he shoots, and he scores! Right at the buzzer and the crowd is going wild!”

Joe let out a cheer, skating around the back of the net, stuck in the air, the sound of the crowd invading his hearing. Joe could see his teammates skating towards him, arms spread wide, waiting to lift him in the-

CRACK

Joe felt himself come to a sudden stop. Not in the same way as earlier when he ran into the cute skater in their dumb sweatband with the skate and shark pin on it.

No, this one was like being checked into the boards by a ton of bricks.

And then another.

And then his helmet came off.

And then another.

And then he hit the ice.

And finally another. This time the sharp blade of the skate cut his cheek, warm blood falling down the side of his face, past the curve of his ringing ear, and onto the ice beneath him.

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Well we haven’t face-planted, and we’re keeping time. Great, this is going great.

Were the only thoughts going through David’s head as he was trying to keep pace with the erratic music pumping through the speakers of the arena.

David and Michael were gliding across the ice, perfectly in time with each other, letting the rhythm flow through them and guiding their bodies through the motions they had gone through dozens of times.

“Team USA duo David Webster and Michael Brown have been flying through this competition, and are currently looking to score that gold medal, and seem to be the team to beat at today’s competition.”

They took the final turn before getting to the straightaway where their big finishing move would be coming up.

David looked towards Michael as he slid up behind him,

Don’t you dare fucking drop me. David glared at him, to which Michael rolled his eyes, and shifted their hands to lock together. David let himself be swung back and over his partner's shoulders, suspended above the ice, David locked his arms and flared his legs out straight to the sides, keeping his eyes locked ahead as his partner began to spin them across the ice.

One spin. Two spins. Thre-.

On the third spin down the ice Michael's arms shook and began to give out. David wavered, clasping Michael's hands even tighter in his own, trying to lock his arms and steady them both, they could take a hit on the ‘technical points’ section, but falling is something they couldn’t come back from.

On the final spin is when Michael's arms finally give and David goes tumbling down, legs swinging over Michael's shoulder and leading David ass over tea kettle to fall on the ice.

The first thing that hit the ice was David’s shoulder with a loud smack.

The second thing to hit the ice was David's head, wacking against the cold surface of the area, his vision going black for a quick moment on impact.

David raised his head, seeing Michael skate to a stop a few feet from David, completely unharmed and glaring at him.

David’s vision was swimming with flashes of white, turning his head to the sideline, he brought his hand up to cover his eyes from the flashes of the press section’s cameras. The sound of the shutters overwhelmed his ears.

His head swam as he looked for a hand up, eyes landing on the figure of Rick standing by the judges’ table, arms crossed in front of him, shaking his head at David, the vein in his neck bulging with anger.

Well fuck. There goes that dream.

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Beeeep. Beeeeeep. Beee- click.

“Joe? Honey, is that you?” The comforting accent of his mother flooded the payphone receiver.

“Yeah Ma, it’s me.” He sighed, resting his arm across the top of the payphone box, just off the main lobby of the Village hotel.

“Oh thank God you’re alright honey- Everybody it’s Joe! He says he’s alright!” His mother pulled away from the phone, yelling further into the house where, Joe assumed, every person in the neighborhood was crowded around the TV watching the game. A chorus of cheers and yells of his name came dully through the receiver. “Joey, let me tell you, when we saw you score that goal we were all so proud of you, but then those mean players from that other team came and put you right up against those boards and my heart just about dropped out of my toes, and when you were just laying there on the ice,” His mother cut herself off, sniffling Joe could hear her put the phone to her chest and take a breath.

“Ma, I’m alright. I promise I’m okay.” He comforted through the phone, “And hey listen, I was thinking. Um,” he shuffled in place fiddling with the edge of his team jacket, “I was thinking of coming home for a while. Ya know come visit everybody, maybe pick up some extra work at the cab company again.”

There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone.

“What happened Joseph?” Joseph. God, his mother only called him that when she wanted answers, and he wouldn’t budge.

“Ma I saw the doctor after the game and, and it’s not good.” Joe felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. “He said when I got hit, I um I got my head knocked pretty bad and I- I lost 18 degrees of my referral vision in my right eye.” His mother gasped, as Joe took a heaving breath, turning in on himself even tighter, back facing the crowd going in and out of the hotel, “he- he said I’m not gonna be able to play hockey again. I asked about surgery and he said they can’t do it, my vision is too far gone, Ma I can’t play hockey for a professional team ever again.” Joe began to cry.

“Oh honey, I’m so sorry. God that’s horrible” His mother cooed, “You know you’re always welcome here but…” she trailed off.

“Jesus Ma. I- I just found out I’m out of a job, can’t see for shit outta one eye and you’re telling me I can’t come home?” Joe yelled out from behind bleary eyes, “Ma I just- I just don’t know what to do.” Joe wiped at his eyes, and swiped at his cheeks, trying to clear the tears streaming down his face.

“Joseph, you know that you are always welcome in this house. It doesn’t matter how old you are. But what I’m saying is, you should take your time, come home for a few days, and be sad but don’t let this take over your whole life. I know that you loved hockey more than anything in the whole world, but maybe this is a sign that you need to take a step back and try something new! Get away from the hustle and bustle of the Olympian life in ‘Frisco, maybe call George and his partner in Philly, they’re always asking you to come visit, and have been offering you that job at the bar for months now! Maybe now is the time to figure out who you are outside of hockey Joey.” His mother finished, taking a deep breath into the phone.

“Yeah.” Joe sighed, “Yeah maybe you’re right Ma. I’ll give George and Toye a call, and see if that job’s still up for grabs.” Joe took a steadying breath, and straightened himself, pinching the phone between his shoulder and cheek, using one hand to pull his hat off and the other to comb his fingers through his hair.

“That’s it, honey. Now go grab your stuff and hop on over to that airport, I’ll be waiting at the gate for ya’.” She smiled warmly through the phone, Joe could hear it in her voice.

“Alright, Ma. I’ll see you soon.” They said their goodbyes and Joe hung up the phone the quarter he pushed in making a clunking noise as it finally fell through, a wave of relief washing over him.

Joe turned and began to stalk back to the elevator, not even sparing a glance at the brunet in the sweatband standing at the front desk, ice pack held to the side of his head, trying to get the attention of the concierge.

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[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 9.18

Beer Birthdays

Louis X, Duke of Bavaria (1495)

Henry Stuart Rich (1841)

Elmer Hemrich (1890)

Don Barkley

Paddy Giffen (1950)

Jeff Lebusch (1957)

Five Favorite Birthdays

John Berger; art critic, writer, artist (1926)

June Foray; voice actor (1917)

Leon Foucault; French physicist (1819)

Tim McInnerny; English comedian, actor (1956)

Jonny Quest; cartoon character (1964)

Famous Birthdays

Eddie "Rochester" Anderson; actor (1905)

Lance Armstrong; cyclist (1971)

Frankie Avalon; pop singer (1939)

Lord Berners; English composer (1883)

Robert Blake; actor (1933)

Rossano Brazzi; actor (1916)

Jimmy Brogan; comedian (1948)

Joanne Catherall; pop singer (1962)

Kiki Daire; porn actor (1976)

Agnes de Mille; dancer, choreographer (1905)

Debbi Fields; cookie-maker (1956)

Tara Fitzgerald; English actor (1967)

Michael Franks; jazz musician (1944)

James Gandolfini; actor (1961)

Greta Garbo; Swedish actor (1905)

Bud Greenspan; sports journalist, filmmaker (1926)

Keeley Hazell; English model, actor (1986)

Samuel Johnson; English writer (1709)

Joe Kubert; comic book artist (1926)

Kerry Livgren; rock guitarist, keyboardist (1949)

James Marsden; actor (1973)

Elmer Henry Maytag; appliance manufacturer, cheesemaker (1883)

Jada Pinkett; actor (1971)

Dee Dee Ramone; rock bassist (1952)

Jimmie Rodgers; country singer (1933)

Ronaldo; Brazilian soccer player (1976)

Joseph Story; U.S. Supreme Court justice (1779)

Jason Sudeikis; comedian, actor (1975)

Aisha Tyler; actor, comedian (1970)

Jack Warden; actor (1920)

Fred Willard; comedian, actor (1939)

[madelynraemunson]

Player Zero (mini series)

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴛᴀQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ — ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ꜰᴀɴ — ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʀᴛᴜᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ (ᴠʀ) ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱ ᴠᴇɢᴀꜱ ꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱʜᴏᴡ.

pairing: eddie munson x reader x joseph quinn

disclaimers: 18+, psychological thriller, blood, violence, sexual themes, reader interacts with the st characters, eddie falls for reader who goes by “zero/000, player zero”, reader’s gender identity isn’t specified but does have a vagina, unintentional plot divergence, upside down exists, vecna/001/henry exists, everything is basically canon until reader shows up… 😳, joseph quinn cameo at the end

LEVEL 001 🔐 | LEVEL 002 🔐 | LEVEL 003 🔐 | EPILOGUE 🔐

THERE’S SOMETHING SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH THE GAME…

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[scarlet--wiccan]

Al Ewing is writing the “resurrection of magneto”, would you want to see the maximoffs featured in that or no? Presumably Wanda will be involved at least tangentially if magneto goes through the waiting room, but they could also do more (or less, I guess).

I feel like not bringing his kids into it would feel strange at this point since Polaris’s last recent appearance was skipping the gala to grieve him, pietro is currently in an x book, and sw’s current arc is pretty focused on Joseph and by extension magneto. It feels like they’re intentionally building towards a reunion (though I’m not going in with any expectations of a retcon)

From Marvel Entertainment on Twitter:

Magneto returns for the X-Men's darkest hour in 'Resurrection of Magneto'! Next year, Al Ewing and Luciano Vecchio bring Magneto home to the X-Men. Learn more at #MarvelNYCC.

This is just a teaser-- an actual announcement will be made at NYCC, which isn't until October, so we don't know much about the series yet. It's slated for January next year, so we've got a ways to go.

I do agree with you. At the time of his death, Magneto's relationships with his children-- biological or otherwise-- were better than they had been in many years. That's a pretty low bar to cross, but still, it would very strange if his surviving family was not included in some way. Do you remember how weirdly uninvolved most of Wanda's family was in Trial-- including Magneto himself, even though the book was named after him? Well, I have a lot more faith in Ewing than I do Williams.

Since this is also the same writer who handled Magneto's entire arc leading up to his death, I expect great narrative and character integrity for his resurrection. However, I wouldn't be surprised if this series turns out to be more of a continuation of X-Men Red than anything else, in which case Magneto's return will probably have more to do with Arakko than Krakoa or the Waiting Room. So if Lorna or the twins are present, they probably won't be major players.

At this point, it feels like everybody's just forgotten about the Waiting Room, or any of the other improvements that Wanda made to Krakoan resurrection. The writers have done literally nothing with it since Trial-- poor Northstar never even got his baby back. It was the same thing Jean's Phoenix Foundation, even the fallout from Sins of Sinister. Anytime they do something that should change the status quo with resurrection, they just drop it almost immediately.

Of course, we also have no idea, yet, what the state of mutantkind is going to look like four months from now. At the moment, Krakoan resurrection is off the table and we don't know if the Five will be back by then. If they do get the system back up and running, then, yeah, they can absolutely use the Waiting Room to pull a backup of Magneto from the past. They only reason they haven't is because it would have disrespected his wishes.

I've been kinda playing with the idea that Wanda could use the Waiting Room herself to resurrect the confirmed dead mutants from the Gala, and that's how we get new X-Men elects back early.

[taruth3mighty]

Doodle World x Undertale

I wanted to just spit out a bunch of Undertale Soundtracks that fit certain characters or just areas where I believe will come up later. In no particular order. CORE. Which I believe could totally fit the style of DoodleCo City. It's literally an entire city built by DoodleCo and it's our final destination. CORE is the final area of Undertale so it fits in my opinion. Undertale (The Soundtrack) I can most definitely see this being played if we ever get an extensive look into Quincy's home and how it feels like. Considering how DoodleCo City is likely where he lives, I can see this playing in the background as we explore the place. The Choice Wouldn't it be fun to see Mister Riffraff talk to us at the end of the game, talking about our choice that we're about to make. Since keep in mind, we're still collecting these keys, we don't know why our Player character is still collecting the keys. To collect and get the large amount of money? To keep it all safe from the clutches of evil? To simply have it around? We don't know and that is a choice we have to make. Alphys I can see this being Portia's theme if hers ever got replaced, it's so nerdy yet means well. It also has that hint of darkness behind it, just like Alphys, considering her whole mom thing it fits with that. Oh! One True Love Okay this one is more of a joke but it's funny to imagine, just think of Mister Riffraff showing up in a dress like Mettaton does since he totally would. Barrier I feel like this would be a fitting theme to play once we meet Charles and see the two seals that holds the two sides of Somniere. Small Shock Again, another Asgore related theme that I feel works for Charles. Charles is essentially going to be the final boss from what I can tell. I've already made a Charles fic that references him as Asgore. Speaking of which... Bergentrückung & ASGORE These fit a final boss so well, especially a grieving being that cannot turn back his mistake and can only see his actions through the end. That what I feel like would be Charles' vibes. Though I could totally become wrong. Your Best Friend, Your Best Nightmare and literally all Flowey related tracks. They totally fit Joseph in my opinion. Joseph quite literally breaks the fourth wall just as Flowey does at one point. And he knows way more than he should. They are both always smiling and give off that friendly-yet-eerie vibe. And I believe that Joseph will backstab Charles like Flowey did to Asgore. But let's go into specific detail. You Idiot Literally would play as Joseph stabs Charles in the back as he takes the keys DoodleCo had accumulated throughout the Key Hunt. Being overly cocky and confident that no one can possibly put a stop to him, after all, they had to get through Charles and they were all too weak to stop him. Then of course, Your Best Nightmares plays. Don't Give Up All of the friends and people you've helped throughout your journey had finally arrived just in the nick of time to help out. Cheering you on as you become more and more determined to stop the man behind the slaughter. It all accumulates into a battle against him. Hopes and Dreams Everything has led up to this moment... Where you face the one once sealed away. Somniere. Everyone's hopes. Everyone's dreams all culminating in this very moment. Either whether or not you beat it or catch it. You will make sure this cycle of misery ends in this very fight. Everyone was relying on you, trusting you, and cheering you on. You were going to put a permanent stop to this dormant war. Reunited I've already made a fic about this, but I like to think that after you beat Somniere, whether you catch or knock it out. You leave the place where it was sealed away and walk out to your friends rushing in and just all making sure everyone's alright. Just a happy ending for everyone.

[mitsubinyuri]

pinned :) (read but only if you want)

Percy/sometimes Crimson | any pronouns

- MULTIFANDOM -> jjba, fire emblem, milgram, and the forgotten realms (mostly general lore stuff + drizzt books [though i am not too far in the series yet, but i DO NOT mind spoilers] + bg3)

- current hyperfix -> fe3h

- i only tag major spoilers, and only for JJBA parts that haven't been animated yet (as "[part name] spoilers") and for the dungeon meshi manga

- no DNI, I'll just block if I don't like you

- this blog is recommended 15+

- talking about nothing important tag -> "percy yapping"

- art tag -> "percy sketches"

- oc tag -> "percy oc stuff"

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some miscellaneous things!

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- fav FE game(s) -> echoes, three houses, genealogy of the holy war (but I've played everything post-awakening as well as sacred stones)

- fav JJBA part(s) -> 5, 7, 8

- fav JJBA characters -> joseph joestar, pannacotta fugo, johnny joestar, mitsuba higashikata, jobin higashikata

- fav MILGRAM prisoners -> 05, 06, 07 (in that order)

- original jojo part project -> @jjba-scrc-official

- OCgram project -> @aogram

- fav ships (any fandom) -> lornatz, caejose, fugio, 0507

- 40 ish OCs

- other interests -> league of legends (recovering league player who still likes the lore), valorant (same deal as with league), witch hat atelier, TLOVM, NGE, dunmeshi, ATLA

- favorite OCs -> sudo higashikata (jjba), isaque ismene (fe3h), danzmyr maeneld (forgotten realms)

- I have an OC x canon ship (isaque x linhardt) and if you don't wanna see that just mute #linsaque

- i write stuff. sometimes. my ao3 is naranciautism, and i was also in a zine (MILGRAM: confidential files) which is fun!