#sixteen candles this time last night was the breakfast club

[youngestdaughtersyndrome]

I keep getting abducted in the night by a committee with nefarious intent ... they sit me down and say White girl watch this john hughes movie while you fade in and out of consciousness for the next four hours. And then i do and they sit in a little observation room going yessss hahaha yessss. I have no choice but to do this you see so i always end up awake at six am with the tv blue screened ... anyways goodnight love u all

[nemir]

it’s quest loving hours

just some random headcanons & things that remind me of him that, for some reason, refuse to leave my brain. you do not have to agree with them, they are purely for me & anyone else who wants to enjoy them uwu also i’ll put it under a cut because long post is long.

--» because you both tend to work the night shift (or just long days in general), you don’t have a lot of time in the day to do things so you’re doing groceries at 10pm on a thursday, dr’s appointments are scheduled for like 3:45pm. last showing at the movies. late-night dinners at the sports bar. --» in the same vein; late night laundromat visits. super super liminal space hours and it’s as if only you two exist in the entire world on these nights & neither of you would have it any other way. you throw balled-up socks at each other, race in the wheely-basket things, dancing up and down the aisles of dryers. sometimes he’ll go out and have a smoke (not very often, since he technically quit. but the weeks where work has been especially rough, he allows himself a bit of stress relief) and you just watch him from inside; you hate the habit but lord he looks so good with a smoke in hand, taking a long drag, the other hand running through his hair. he closes his eyes and leans his head back to exhale. --» rainy summer nights. the lights reflecting off the puddles in the streets, the sound of rain hitting the roof of the car. you’re parked in a field outside of town watching a thunderstorm roll in. --» bob ross paint-along’s for date night. or just for fun. this poor man hardly has an artistic bone in his body (he’s a writer, not a painter) but the effort is there and it’s adorable sitting there, watching him hyperfocused on his canvas, tongue sticking out a bit as he’s lost in the creative process. he also 100% almost takes a sip from the rinse cup. --» 80s music. 80s coming-of-age movies. i just have this feeling in my gut that he would’ve consumed that shit growing up; his mom probably loved all those iconic films. pretty in pink, sixteen candles, breakfast club. he would look amazing in acid wash denim and you can NOT change my mind. lots of hand-me-down clothes from his dad/grandpa or something, from that era. --» dude absoLUTELY grew up in a 80s decorated house. im talkin’, grandma’s house. golden girls type of shit. wicker furniture. BLACK. BATHROOM. FIXTURES. UGH WHY DID THOSE EXIIIIIIIIST. guest bathroom was beach themed with a blue toilet. even though he was born in like ‘91/-’92, does not matter. --» stationary collector. i mean we all been knew, this man loves his pens. but he can’t not grab a new notebook when you’re at walmart/target/whatever. will buy new pens and sharpies and the like, even when he absolutely does not need them. complains that he has no where to put them all, but he’s afraid to use them (and no this is not me projecting shut the fucK UP) --» carnivals at night. unsurprisingly good at the games where you gotta shoot something (JFKLDJFD) and wins you the biggest prize which he is then forced to carry for the rest of the night because he HAD to do it immediately. i dont take him much for a rides kinda guy though, mostly games and the food OH MAN candied apples, caramel corn, funnel cake, those lil mini donuts. it’s the time he gets to treat himself (and you). but just all the bright lights, colours, the bass-y pop music from the rides that gets more muffled as you walk further away.  --» those winter nights when it’s pin-drop quiet, the sky is almost purple. it’s snowing and the snowflakes are big and fluffy. the snow isn’t that good, sticky packing snow but that won’t stop him from scooping up a handful of powdery fluff and throwing it at you! red noses and cheeks, laughs and smiles. big floppy mittens laying over the heater as you curl up with hot chocolate. --» crocheting things for HIM. the very i d e a that you learned how (if you didnt already) and then went out of your way to make HIM something? a scarf, a hat, some slippers for his big ass feet and a HUMONGOUS sweater (gotta contain those ARMS and tiddys yknow?). he keeps that shit for EVER. even when it’s falling apart, he asks you to fix it to the best of your ability because he never wants to lose that, never wants to let go of something so precious. broken things can be fixed. --» yknow those things you can buy that’s like, “the night sky on [date]”? 100% got that for you as a gift. the night you joined the server. the night you started dating. the night you met in person. one of them is on a little pendent necklace that you never take off, which makes his heart burst every time he catches a glimpse of it. --» i feel like he grew up kinda poor, so the idea of crazy expensive frivolous gifts does not spark joy in him (there are some exceptions, of course. but it’s a big deal to him so when you DO get them you know it’s extra special), and he definitely gives ‘something made has more meaning’. he likes making things for you, as gifts. diy king. would also 100% do something cheesy like buying a bouquet of flowers, puts in one fake flower, then writes “the day the last rose dies is when i will stop loving you” on the card. --» speaking of writing things: notes in your lunchbox. both of you, though. you do it for each other. it’s so simple, but very sweet. or if one of you works the morning shift, you leave a sticky note on the mirror “have a wonderful day! i love you! xo”. --» i’d say mix tapes/burning cd’s but uhhhh LOL it’s 2022 so personalized spotify playlists. all the songs that remind him of you/you two. perfectly curated for specific date nights. when the talk of marriage comes around, he busts out a “potential first dance songs” playlist LMAO he was already ready. --» loves a good card game. im talkin crib, rummy, fuckin... this man has the most intense games of solitaire. scrabble nights. tries to beat you at trivial pursuit but you’re a master of trivia games. a lot of those nights end with some cards/game pieces scattered over the table and floor, along with some articles of clothing coughcough --» i can see him being a morning lover. mostly due to working nights. by the time you both get home, you’re exhausted and that is the very last thing on your mind. not to say it never happens! of course it does. sometimes it’s the best way to get out some uhhh frustrations from the work day. but the way the sun spills through the window and over your body just [motor revving sounds], yknow? he can’t help it. you’re so... fucking ethereal.

[sonybees]

random harry potter characters headcanons because i am bored

includes: fred, george, harry, ron, hermione, ginny, luna, seamus, dean, neville, padma, parvati, cedric, angelina, alicia, katie, cho, draco, adrian, blaise, and pansy.

warnings: slight modern!au, swearing, food mention

these are all headcanons i made on the spot so i’m sorry if they suck. i’m just really bored. it is also all over the place. a lot of these are collabs between some characters. i hope you enjoy though!

(by the way, the little dashes are just dividers)

rest under the cut!

fred would dance around his room at 3 am to literally any song.

jazz, classical, rock, metal, pop he does not give a fuck.

he woke up george once by jumping on his bed and playing all star on his electric guitar.

probably a song writer

uses “life is short” as an excuse to act on his bad decisions

dancing in the rain is one of his favorite things to do

sleeps at 3 am or pm, you decide.

hopeless romantic

good old fashioned lover boy by queen is his song

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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george loves birds and bugs. completely unrelated to the last one but it’s true.

saw an injured bird outside his room when he was 5.

he cried and immediately took it in.

also cries when someone kills a bug.

thinks the bug’s family would be angry and disappointed in him.

enjoys painting random objects in his room

loves being called pet names

something like dear, honey, or hubby would make his heart burst

loves using them for his significant other as well

hopeless romantic part 2

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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harry is a night owl and he likes reading comic books.

he likes listening to rock music. i said what i said.

prefers being alone

likes quiet places and probably has a hideout

usually doesn’t understand poetry until he reads it like 20 times

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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ron adores ducks.

tears up when he sees them and always used to beg molly to keep them.

still tears up to this day.

not a big fan of seagulls though

he’s scared of them

but eagles are cool

likes country and rock music

also takes an interest in photography

the breakfast club is his favorite movie

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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hermione loves listening to taylor swift.

reads to her songs always.

ravenclaws save her a special seat in their common room because a lot of them grew quite fond of her

a taste tester for hufflepuffs who go to katie’s lessons you’ll understand this later

she actually enjoys dressing up as well even if there wasn’t an event

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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ginny accompanies dean while he draws.

she just likes looking at other people do what they love so it’s not only dean.

she sometimes zones out looking at hermione read a book, always taking note of the facial expressions and guessing what she just read,

catching harry push his glasses up or cleaning them,

also is with luna every time she paints.

luna has a few artworks with ginny as her muse.

gin likes the simple things in life.

loves board games

sometimes a little too competitive

struts down the hallways with her significant other

she’d never admit it but she loves 10 things i hate about you

has a soft spot for slytherins

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luna almost always goes with neville to the gardens.

she helps him with whatever he needs and sometimes draws a few stuff.

she’s a photographer too so she loves waking up early in the morning and taking photos.

amazing at braiding hair

and making flower crowns

likes reading royal fantasy books

watches 10 things i hate about you with ginny

has a soft spot for slytherins

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seamus also hangs out with luna sometimes,

talking to each other about whatever.

he thinks she’s interesting and would make great conversations.

she does.

he also took some painting lessons from her

meditates

loves pumpkin juice

likes the movie my girl

has cried more than he will ever admit

has a soft spot for slytherins

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dean has a wall in the boys dorm room where he puts up all his drawings.

the guys love it and always just stares at all of them in awe.

they’re all so amazing

is usually the first to notice when someone is sick

takes care of them immediately

loves sweaters

knows how to speak in latin

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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neville goes to hagrid way more often than anyone thought.

he learned how to take care of the creatures, make some awesome tea,

he also sometimes helps hagrid clean his own house.

helps others in herbology

likes green tea

loves overalls

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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padma holds a record of the fastest writer at hogwarts

yeah, she’s amazing at it

ended up publishing her own fantasy book starting at hogwarts

sold out faster than expected

she is also a singer

amazing singer

movie marathons are her thing

prefers crime shows/movies

soft spot for gryffindors

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parvati is very very very protective over her sister

does archery and is amazing at it

a very chill person until you mess with her loved ones

loves sixteen candles

adores puppies

watches big bang theory

soft spot for slytherins

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cedric plays the piano.

the ravenclaw common room is where the only piano is at hogwarts so he goes there quite often.

everyone loves hearing him play.

other students gather around with their instruments and sing along as well.

wears glasses for reading

netflix type of guy

probably a theatre kid

has a soft spot for gryffindors

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angelina also took piano lessons from cedric.

she just asked him one day where he learned it and he said his father taught him and he could tell that she wanted to learn.

so, he offered to teach her.

she was a natural at it and the lessons are always fun, even for the ravenclaws

angelina is also a tutor at hogwarts.

it all started with george and fred and she realized that she actually quite enjoyed it.

all her students love her

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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alicia is always the group leader in every group work she’s ever done.

she’s also usually the main organizer for any event at hogwarts.

she’s usually there with the help of angelina and katie.

they all work very well together

has a soft spot for slytherins

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katie has a passion for cooking.

she’s friends with a lot of hufflepuffs and she meets a lot of them by the kitchens.

in there, they watch her cook amazing dishes and baked goods.

she was able to teach a few others how to as well.

the house elves love her.

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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cho has an interest in fashion designing.

mcgonagall found her making a dress once in an empty hallway with some cool music playing.

minnie was amazed.

she was also able to start a fashion club at hogwarts.

luna, katie, dean and a few other were apart of this club as well.

likes pudding as much as luna does

has a soft spot for gryffindors

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draco plays the violin.

pretty unexpected to his friends because he never really told anyone til goyle walked in on him playing in his dorm room.

he is actually very good at it.

combs his hair too often

the type to take too long at the water fountain

finishes his water bottle after like less than two hours of getting it

acts ‘ominous’ to the point where it’s funny

soft spot? for ravenclaws

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adrian teaches young students how to play quidditch

his favorite color’s green for nature

actually loves reading and writing poetry

“most respectful”

has a soft spot for gryffindors

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blaise seems very intimidating but is actually very sweet

shouts at quidditch games (much to everyones surprise)

loves the rain

likes dark academia movies

it’s basically his whole aesthetic

holds a record for most botts beans that fit in the mouth (without puking)

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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pansy has a whole drawer of jewelry as she should honestly

actually soft for cats but it’s not like she’ll ever tell anyone

loves playing with other’s hair

massages her friend’s backs

they do the same for her

a goddess at card games

is actually a gymnast

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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bonuses: george and fred’s favorite movie to watch together is bill and ted’s excellent adventure

all the gryffindors have a movie night at least once a week and others from different houses join along as well

hermione, ginny, luna, parvati, padma, angelina, alicia, katie, and cho have girl nights

the same with the guys though it was quite awkward at first due to draco being there but they eventually warmed up to each other (after like 4 months)

no one really knows how draco and the slytherins even got there but yk

they never tell anyone that they’re comfortable with each other now though

tags: @quadrupledeckertaco @audreysmusings @georgeweasley19 @krasivayadarling @crookedhag

and others who i think would enjoy this: @lunalovecroft @whizboyhalo @darthwheezely @sirlorelai @puntuations @cherryweasleys @amourtentiaa @whatthefuckimbisexual @gredmforge (you don’t have to read if you don’t like!)

[lavendersuh]

what a feeling

johnny x fem!reader | badboy!au, too much fluff | 2.4k words

warnings: mentions of nicotine addition, alcohol

based off of this moodboard and au idea created by @neo-cult-ure!! thank you luv for allowing me to play around with this au idea! I originally wrote this bc i loved the idea and just wanted to self indulge in some writing a few nights ago. I probably could’ve fleshed this out more, but i’m in the middle of exams so i probably shouldn’t even be writing fic rn haha (fair warning tho there is so much fluff help) hope u enjoy!!

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“I need your help.”

Haechan looks up to see an unexpected face peering over him. It wasn’t every day that resident bad boy Johnny Suh was asking a drama student for something. While the two of them ran around in slightly similar circles due to their mutual acquaintances, Haechan can’t remember the last time he spoke one-on-one with Johnny.

“What do you need my help with?” he asks curiously, as he shuts his locker. 

“There’s this girl.” Johnny says, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, “She’s different, Haechan, I need your help.” 

Johnny has always been the most confident person Haechan knows. He always admired him for that, but now it appears that the tall boy has a rosy tiny covering his cheeks, along with a sheepish smile. 

“My help? I can’t imagine being much help compared to Jaehyun… isn’t he your wing man?” Haechan responds.

He begins walking away, heading for his next class. He didn’t hate Johnny, nothing even close to that, but he was a bit suspicious of why he was coming to a self-proclaimed nerdy, drama student for help. 

“This is different…” Johnny mumbles as he catches up with Haechan, “Do you know that diner a few blocks from here? The Neo Zone?” 

Haechan looks over at him, “That neon, throwback place? Yeah, the theater kids go there after practice sometimes.”

“There’s a waitress there.” The older boy says, “She’s pretty, her laugh is like a song, Haechan, she’s perfect.”

“The problem, then?” Haechan asks. Johnny didn’t seem like the kind of person to have trouble with the ladies.

“She wants nothing to do with me.”

Haechan can’t help the laugh he lets out, “Did your usual flirting not work out for you?”

Johnny wasn’t a terrible guy, in fact, he could be very respectful (despite the cheesy pick-up lines sometimes), with a nice sense of humor and friendly smile to go along with it. But he had some bad habits. He refused to buy a helmet for his precious motorcycle. He smoked more than he should. He wasn’t always present during school hours. But underneath the leather jacket and torn up jeans, the boy wasn’t all that bad. He loved to flirt and fool around, but he never took things farther than someone wanted.

Johnny frowns at Haechan’s laughter, “I was hoping you could help me. She’s interested in 80s films, and I know you’re into stuff like that. You have a huge collection, don’t you? Could I borrow The Breakfast Club? Sixteen Candles?”

“Yeah, I can lend you some of them this weekend.” Haechan stops in front of the door to his next class, turning around to look back at Johnny, who’s grinning with appreciation.

“But Johnny?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s gonna take more than just flirting and watching her favorite movies. You gotta get to know her.” 

Johnny throws him a classic smirk, his confidence returning to his face, “Will do, Haechan.”

~~~

“Hey, Y/N!”

You turn around without Johnny seeing the roll of your eyes. After his shameless flirting last weekend you knew he would probably be back. 

His flirting wasn’t creepy; it was actually a little bit flattering. You couldn’t count on your hand the number of men that had spoken their fair share of sleezy comments to you. Johnny’s flirting was refreshing (but maybe that was just because he seemed to be your age instead of thirty years your senior). He asked about your favorite movies when you had mentioned liking 80s films. He complimented the sneakers you painted yourself. 

But alas, he was also a walking stereotype, with the leather jackets and motorcycle parked just out front. When you waited on his table last time, you nearly coughed over the smell of nicotine that followed him around.

“Hi, Johnny,” you say, leading him to a booth in the corner, laying out the menu on the table.

“I watched some of the movies you told me about,” he says, smiling brightly at you, “Got any more recommendations?”

You can’t help but feel a bit flustered at the fact that he watched some of the stuff you recommended. He was paying you a lot more attention than you had previously thought. 

While you take his order and bring out his food, Johnny flirts and makes jokes. You can’t help but smile at some of the things he says, despite yourself. By the end of his meal, you bring out his receipt, showing him the list of movies you wrote on the back in black pen. 

“Thanks! Maybe I could take you out and we could talk about them sometime?” he asks, a hopeful gleam in his eye. 

You roll your eyes at him, “You’re gonna have to do more than just watch my favorite movies for me to change my mind about you.” 

“Am I really that bad?”

“You aren’t bad, Johnny. I just feel like I deserve more than just someone who smokes and rides a motorcycle without protection.” You say, walking off to ring up his order and get his change. 

He huffs as you walk off. What was he to do? 

~~~

‘This is stupid,’ Johnny thinks to himself as he pulls up to the diner, a week and a half later. He was driving Haechan’s car, but that wasn’t the only thing he had borrowed.

When Johnny had reconvened with the boy, Haechan told him he needed to change up his act in order to impress you. 

And somehow this is how Johnny ended up walking into the diner with a dorky sweater and his hair neatly combed on a Friday evening. The neon sign of the diner glowed into the car, casting shadows on the funny pattern of the sweater.

He felt so stupid, but he was also kind of desperate. It was Haechan that had come up with the plan after suggesting he dress a bit nicer. 

“I don’t know if I have any ‘nice’ clothes, Haechan,” Johnny had told the other boy.

“Then you can borrow some of mine!” Haechan looked up at how tall his friend was, “Or maybe my brother’s…”

Johnny knows he went overboard but he also really wants to see your smile again. He supposes it’s worth it. 

“Welcome in,” you say, but as you turn around, you pause, “...Johnny?” 

He smiles, reminding himself that he can be confident without the bad boy clothes and aesthetic. “Does your shift end soon? Could I take you out for ice cream?”

Somehow you can’t help but find the outfit change endearing, so you find yourself nodding. The boy was clearly trying to impress you, so you should at least give him a chance. And ice cream sounded excellent after a long shift. It couldn’t be all that bad, could it?

~~~

It ended up being quite nice, actually. 

Johnny took you to an ice cream shop on the edge of town, leading you to a picnic bench after getting two cones of ice cream. As the sun fully slipped away and the stars started to come out along the purple sky, you both discussed movies, the future, your favorite foods, everything.

He was a good listener, holding eye contact and asking questions, full of attention. He told lovely stories when he wanted to, as well. You couldn’t help but find yourself to be a bit drawn to him when you finally gave him the time of day. His humor, his soft smiles, his contagious laugh. It was clear to see it would be easy to fall for someone like him.

It was hard though, knowing the reputation he held. He did risky things, a cigarette in one hand, his motorcycle keys in the other. From his stories, you knew he cut class. He never wore a helmet, either.

Just because he wore a nice sweater and borrowed a friend’s car didn’t change these things.

“I hope we can do this again, sometime.” 

Johnny lightly holds your hand as he stands outside of your front door while dropping you off.

You looked up at him, his face soft under your front porch light. There was so much hope in his eyes, hope for the idea that you would give him more of your time, more of your smiles.

“Oh, Johnny,” you say, slowly, “This is really sweet, but this isn’t you.”

He looks confused for a moment, protesting, “Of course, this is me. I just cleaned up my act, like you said.”

You frown, “Sure, I did say that, but you changed all the outside pieces of yourself.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” he asks.

“What? Johnny, no, of course not!” you exclaim, “I don’t care if you have this ‘bad boy’ act, and drink, and ride motorcycles. I just hate that you are so careless with yourself. You smelled like smoke every time I saw you. You never wear a helmet. You refuse to go to class sometimes. It hurts me seeing someone so bright, someone I’m enjoying getting to know, do nothing but hurt themselves.” 

You squeeze his hand, hoping to offer some form of comfort while you speak your truths. “Just cause you changed your clothes doesn’t mean you are changed for the better.”

“What are you saying?”

“I like you, Johnny. You.” you say, taking his hand in yours, “Not this dressed up, masked version of you. I just want you to care about yourself. So I can care about you, too.” 

Things are quiet for a moment, as Johnny stares at the ground. Finally, he looks up at you, an unknown flicker in his eyes. 

You let go of his hand, “You have some stuff to work through. You’re sweet, Johnny, and I’m happy that we’ve gotten to know each other. Please call me when you figure things out.”

You go inside, leaving him frozen in place. 

~~~

“Has Johnny come in lately?” 

You are startled out of wiping down tables at the diner when you hear someone speak to you. You look up to see a honey-haired boy, who you recognize as Haechan, one of the drama club kids from school. 

“You know him?” you ask, your eyes narrowed.

“Yeah,” Haechan rubs the back of his neck, “We’ve become friends recently. He told me he liked you. Asked to borrow some movies and stuff.” 

Realization dawns on you that Johnny had probably gone to Haechan to get some guidance. The thought makes your heart squeeze. You’d been curious about where Johnny was getting the knowledge from. You recall Haechan being in the after school film club as well. 

“He stopped coming in a while ago,” you say, “I gave him my number after we went out once, but I didn’t hear from him.”

You try to keep the feeling of sadness from washing over you, but you’re surprised at how affected you are by Johnny’s absence in the past few weeks. While his flirting could be a bit relentless sometimes, there was no doubt that he respected you through all of his charming antics.

“Hm..” Haechan seems to be deep in thought at your words. 

You ask him if he wants to order anything, but he declines, thanking you for the offer before leaving nearly as soon as he had entered. 

~~~

“Hey.”

You look up on your way out of the diner after your shift, startled by a voice. Johnny stands in the parking lot, next to his motorcycle, a soft smile across his face. He has his leather jacket back on, but surprisingly, you notice he has a helmet tucked under his arm, too.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, walking up to him, “You haven’t come in for a while.”

“Thought I’d come stop by,” he grins. “I heard you missed me.”

You look down shyly at the pavement, “I never said that… but yeah, I guess.”

It was a surprising feeling as you confessed that small truth to Johnny. It was boring around the diner without his conversations and flirting words. It felt nice to let those words out.

Johnny leans behind him, grabbing another, smaller helmet, “Wanna take a ride? I wanna take you out for another date. I even bought you a helmet. Hope you’re not scared to go a little fast.” 

You nod, unable to keep the smile off of your face. It was nice hearing Johnny’s bluntness again. He seemed more relaxed, more comfortable with himself.

You run over to your car quickly, shoving your bag into the backseat before walking back over to Johnny. You climb on to the bike behind him, feeling him place the extra helmet on your head. While he adjusts it, his fingers brush across your face, sending chills down your spine. 

Once he’s back in position, you boldly wrap your arms around his torso, letting your head rest across his jacket. You take a deep breath, expecting to smell the nicotine that follows him around, but his leather jacket smells fresh.

“Did you quit smoking?” you ask, as he turns on the motorcycle.

“Yeah, I quit after our date,” he explains, “I was kinda unbearable for a while there… That's why I didn’t come into the diner. After a while, I figured you woulda forgot about me.”

You let out a laugh as he pulls out of the parking lot, “How could I ever?” 

You both ride along in silence, aside from your nervous laughs as the motorcycle speeds through traffic. You notice the elevation getting higher as he rides outside of the city.

Finally, he pulls off next to a scenic outlook overlooking the metropolis. The sun is starting to set, casting shadows along the buildings, along Johnny’s face. You can’t tell which you find more beautiful.

“I want to thank you.” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you to look at him. 

“For what?” 

“For caring about me. I didn’t even care about me.” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek.

You smile up at him, his soft words making you bold. You lean in, kissing his lips in response. After you pull back, Johnny wraps his arms around you, pulling you into the warmest hug of your life. 

It seemed simple, really. As the sun set with an orange glow, marking the end of a day, it also marked a new beginning. It left you both with a warm feeling. And what a feeling it was.

[maluminspace]

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Calum Hood/Female Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Requested by: anon x 2

Yule Ball, best friend to lovers, Ravenclaw reader, Calum (your house choice). Murder me please*

hi love could i still request? slytherin calum and ravenclaw reader, best friends to lovers, yule ball. im a hoe for hogwarts au and i hope u can still do my request. thank you 💗 (requested by anon)*

Trigger Warnings: strong language

A/N: this came out longer than I expected. I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you as always to @h0tsos and @5-secondsofcolor for all the help pulling this together!

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Having built up a solid sporting reputation during your six years at Hogwarts, this is proving to be as far from your comfort zone as possible. 

The Triwizard Tournament as a whole, is right up your alley, of course. Especially since the type of dangerous tasks that it used to consist of had long since been discontinued. These days the tournament was basically a huge sports festival, whereby the three school champions, from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, would take part in events such as magical assault courses, spectacular broomstick flying demonstrations and other athletic exercises. Therefore you’ve been excited to watch it for longer than you care to admit. You only wish that it’d been scheduled for next year instead of this one, so that you could actually put your name forward to be the Hogwarts champion. Unfortunately, only students over the age of seventeen have that potential honour open to them and you’ve only just turned sixteen.

Despite all of that, you’re excited for the contest to begin. Before you can enjoy all of the sporting festivities, however, you have the not-so-small formal tradition of the Yule Ball to contend with.

You smooth down the front of your dress robes nervously. Staring at yourself in the full length mirror doubtfully, wondering whatever possessed you to think that this particular shade of periwinkle blue, is one you could pull off. Before your inner jock can convince you to simply attend the ball in your quidditch robes, muffled voices from the Ravenclaw common room beneath your dormitory alert you to the fact that you’re running late. Most of the other girls have already headed down to the Great Hall, leaving only you and your best friends, most of whom belong to other houses, in the whole of Ravenclaw Tower.

Finally convincing yourself that you look decent enough for the formal occasion at hand, you quickly slip a glittery hair slide into your neatly curled hair, Hoping it will distract people from the fact that you look incredibly uncomfortable.

As you head downstairs to your common room, the previously muffled voices you’d heard a moment ago slowly become more distinct. 

“Does anyone know who Ashton’s date is?” 

Michael’s curious tone carries through the mostly empty space just as you reach the halfway point of the spiralling staircase. 

The mention of the Hogwarts Champion causes your insides to squirm uncomfortably and you have to stop for a moment to compose yourself.  Your last interaction with Ashton Irwin, your long-term friend and the celebrated Gryffindor Quidditch captain, isn’t one that you really want to relive, especially not right now, moments before having to endure this stupid fucking ball. 

“No idea…” Calum replies, his voice suggesting that he’s only mildly interested in the answer anyway. “He hasn’t mentioned any names to me.”

The sound of your second friend’s voice brings a subconscious smile to your face, you notice it in the dark window you’d stopped in front of but you quickly shake it off and continue down the stairs.

“Well, I guess we’ll find out if we ever get downstairs!” Luke huffs, raising his voice for the last few words to express his impatience at having to wait for you. 

“There’s no need to yell, Hemmings.” You scowl, trying to act as casual as possible when you reach the last few steps. 

All three of your friends turn to look at you as you enter the room, each of them with expressions of  varying degrees of shock on their faces. 

Michael seems to be the least affected by your somewhat unusual appearance. His look of mild surprise gives way almost instantly to a cheeky grin. “Wow, didn’t know you could scrub up this well.” He smirks, already turning towards the door, too impatient to tuck into the buffet that is waiting in the Great Hall, no doubt. It makes you smile, his love of food is rivalled only by his love for his friends but seeing as he’s eaten nothing since lunch time, you’re unsurprised that his first love is winning out.

“He’s right!” Luke grins, his pretty blue eyes drifting over your outfit as though he’s struggling to take in the sight of you in an outfit that’s so uncharacteristic for you. “I never thought I’d live to see the day where you wore anything other than your uniform, quidditch robes or those ratty old muggle music t-shirts!”

You want to argue with him and explain for the millionth time that those shirts you love to wear, are meant to have holes in them, but he’ll never understand the concept of distressed clothing, he’s a spoiled little pureblood and that’s not likely to change anytime soon. Besides, how can you focus on a mundane argument with Luke when Calum, AKA the most beautiful boy in existence is staring at you as though he might actually be seeing you as someone other than his quidditch training buddy for the first time ever.

“You look incredible.” The Slytherin gasps, his chocolate brown eyes locking onto yours as a faint smile curls the corners of his lips. He nervously runs his hand over his short hair. His fairly recent buzzcut is rapidly growing out but you’re happy to see that he’s decided to keep it blue for the time being. He’d surprised you with the daring dye job a couple of weeks ago, insisting that he’d tried to turn it green as an outward display of his loyalty to Slytherin, but something had gone wrong and it had turned a shade of blue that shockingly resembles the Ravenclaw colour instead. 

You feel the blood in your cheeks rise to the surface of your skin. He’s never complimented you like that before and your heartbeat quickens at the words. It’s ridiculous, you know that. He’s probably never going to see you as anything more than a friend but there’s a tiny bit of hope left, if the sparkle in his eyes right now is anything to go by.

“You don’t look so bad yourself” you manage to giggle, trying not to let the way Calum is looking at you trick you into thinking that the crush you have on him is in any way reciprocated. He’s probably just shocked that you even own something like this to wear. 

Calum smiles at your half-hearted compliment and gestures towards the door. “We better get going before Michael gets too hangry. I’d rather avoid a repeat of breakfastgate, if we can!”

You laugh at the memory of Michael hexing some unsuspecting third year Slytherins a couple of weeks ago. They’d wrongly assumed that their whole house had already finished breakfast, and tried to take the last remaining pastries. Michael, who’d been delayed getting to the Great Hall due to helping Calum with a homework emergency, had been devoid of patience when he aimed a nasty hex at his fellow Slytherins, that caused all four of their faces to break out in a terrible itchy rash. He’d earned himself a week’s detention for his rash actions, but he still maintains that those pastries were worth it.

“Yeah, if we keep him from food for much longer, he might even start breaking out the unforgivable curses!” Luke huffs dryly.

Calum and Luke continue to tease Michael about his irrational anger when it comes to food, all the way down to the main lobby of the castle. You join in a little bit, but ensure that you stand up for Michael too, after all you’ve never taken too kindly to being kept away from your food either. 

It’s only when your group reaches the entrance to the Great Hall that you all fall silent. The large room has been transformed into nothing short of a winter wonderland. Large, ice sculptures shaped like animals line the two longest walls. Each frozen statue is as intricate as the last and all of them have been charmed to move their limbs or revolve on their individual platforms like giant versions of the ballerinas in those little music boxes your muggle mother used to buy for you when you were a little girl.

The usual Christmas tree that sat in the corner of the room at this time of year, had been decorated particularly extravagantly for this occasion. All of its branches are covered in glittering snow whilst real candles burn prettily in fancy spiralling patterns.

A small stage has replaced the spot where the teachers table is usually situated and it’s occupied by a band playing a song you vaguely recognise from the wizarding radio show that Luke forces you to listen to every Friday night when you hang out in his dorm whilst Michael and Calum attend their gobstones club.

“Wow, look at the floor!” Michael exclaims, gesturing at the exquisite frosty patterns etched into the wooden floorboards. 

“And the roof!” Calum gasps, pointing up at the enchanted ceiling.

You take a moment to admire the wonder on your friend’s face, adoring his soft smile and the way the light reflects in his eyes, before following his gaze to the enchanted ceiling where rows of snowflake shaped fairy lights have been hung beneath the clear starry night sky.

“They’ve really gone all out, haven’t they?”

The familiar voice causes a jolt in your stomach and you curse yourself for letting down your guard so easily and so quickly. You’d hoped to avoid Ashton for much longer than this.

Calum nods in response to the older boy’s question. “It looks so beautiful! I can’t believe they did all this in just one afternoon!”

Ashton doesn’t reply, his hazel eyes move from Calum, to Luke, to Michael before settling on you. His expression is somehow thoughtful and confused all at once. You know what’s going through his mind, though and you can’t allow him to voice it.

“Yeah, it looks amazing.” You interject quickly. “Hey Cal, why don’t you go and get us all a pumpkin juice?”

“Sure.” The blue-haired boy agrees easily. “Do you want one, Ash?” He adds, turning to the Hogwarts champion with a beaming smile.

Ashton shakes his head. “My date’s just gone to get me one, thanks.” He replies, his gaze never drifting from yours.

“Oh yeah, who’d you pick in the end?” Michael questions, his tone inquisitive enough to make him appear interested in the answer. “I bet you had hundreds of offers.”

Luckily, Calum doesn’t hang around for Ashton's response, apparently too eager to get the juice you asked him for.

The raven-haired boy’s eyes never leave yours as he answers. “I chose to bring Arielle Lamer, one of the girls from Beauxbatons.” His gaze drifts over to the long row of buffet tables against one of the walls. “She was my second choice.” He looks back at you, his displaying the same hurt they had done when you’d refused his invitation to the ball a few weeks back. 

“Why did you have to go to your second choice?” Michael asks, his face twisted into a confused expression. “You’re the Hogwarts champion, who in their right mind would have turned you down?”

“Never mind that!” Luke gasps, “why the fuck would she be anyone’s second choice? She’s the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Ashton doesn’t offer a verbal response to either of the confused boys, but his gaze is still locked on you, which unintentionally tells Luke and Michael the truth. 

Your friends stand silently beside you, their mouths agape as they stare between you and Ashton, trying to wrap their heads around the unspoken but incredibly obvious situation.

“I thought you turned me down because you had a better offer.” Ashton frowns, “but it looks like you’ve just come here with our friends, I’m confused…”

Your guilt at having refused Ashton’s offer gnaws away at your insides as your shoulders twitch in a vacant shrug. “I never said there was anyone else, Ash I just…”

“You just didn’t want to come here with me.” Ashton interrupts, the sad realisation in his eyes and voice almost breaking your heart. “I get it.”

“I didn’t think anyone had asked you to the dance.” Calum’s voice is almost too quiet to hear over the music but his shocked tone just about reaches your ears nevertheless. 

You turn to face your secret crush, your heart pounding in your chest. Calum is literally the last person on earth you would want to overhear this conversation. “I never lied to you, Cal… if you’d asked I’d have told you.”

“That’s not the point.” Calum shrugs. “You got asked to the Yule Ball by Ashton fucking Irwin and you turned him down, just to hang out with three dateless losers. Why would you do that?”

The truth almost slips past your lips, but you manage to replace it with a vaguer response before you embarrass yourself even further. “Because I just don’t see Ashton that way.” 

“But he’s the fucking Hogwarts champion and probably the hottest guy in the whole school.” Calum insists, gesturing a little too wildly with his full hands and sloshing pumpkin juice over the floor.

Before Calum can make any more mess, Luke steps forward and takes the drinks from him before shuffling back to his spot next to Michael. 

Despite your initial urge to tell Calum the truth about why you’d refused to come to the dance with Ashton, your anger at his persistence is starting to override it. “Well why didn’t you ask him to the dance if you love him so much?” You counter, trying not to raise your voice too much. 

Calum frowns, glancing over to Ashton for a second before returning his attention to you. “Stop trying to deflect, I’m asking you a simple white question here!”

“I just wanted to come here with you, okay?” You reply snappily, gesturing at Luke and Michael faintly with one hand but never taking your eyes away from Calum’s. You can only hope that your weak attempt at trying to imply that your other friends are included in the ‘you’ that you’d just spat out, was enough.

Calum opens and closes his mouth a few times like he’s trying to speak but his vocal chords are refusing to comply.

Taking advantage of the continued silence from your friends, you continue your reply to Calum’s initial question. “Not that I really owe you an explanation, but; I love Ashton as a friend and the thought of coming here with him as more than that just didn’t feel right.” You turn to Ashton, the guilt that had been laying heavily in your chest since your conversation with him a few weeks ago, finally giving way to a sense of acceptance that you’d done the right thing. “I’m sorry, Ash. You know I never meant to hurt your feelings.”

Ashton nods in recognition of your apology. “I know. I think I understand why you had to say no to me.”

There’s a sickening theory in your mind that Ashton’s realised that you have feelings for Calum. That’s something that you’re just not ready to be proven right about. Knowing that there’s no way to shut Ashton down without inadvertently giving away your own secret, you take the easy option and turn on your heel before making a run for it, heading straight out of the great hall towards the open doors of the castle.

You barely notice the cold night air biting at every inch of the exposed skin on your arms and face as you stumble out of the entrance hall. Stragglers from the visiting schools were still filtering into the castle but most of them spared you nothing but sideways glances before disappearing inside.

Deciding to hide in a quiet corner until you can gather your thoughts properly, you head down the stone steps and drift across one of the front lawns. Luckily the grass is frosty and your high heels don’t sink into it very much.

You haven’t made it very far before a familiar voice yells your name, stopping you in your tracks. Part of you doesn’t really want to turn around but it’s not like you could outrun the Hogwarts champion in these heels anyway. 

“You’ll catch your death out here.” Ashton pants as he jogs to a stop beside you. “It’s freezing!”

Now that you’ve stopped walking and your initial anger is wearing off, you really start to notice the chill in the air and wrap your arms around yourself as an ill attempt to protect the bare skin of your arms from it. “You sound like my grandma.” You huff, your voice already betraying a slight tremor. 

“She sounds like a smart woman.” Ashton shrugs. “I’m sure she’d think you storming out here without a coat on was a stupid idea.”

You let out a defeated huff, sparing a glance at the warm castle, wishing you’d thought to storm back to your dormitory instead. “She would have thought what I said in there was stupid, too!” You reply, dropping your gaze to the frosty grass at your feet. “I should have been more honest with you and…”

“And Calum?” Ashton interjects, his tone solemn but not at all angry like you’d have expected if he ever found out about your feelings for your Slytherin friend. “I think he’s the one you need to talk to the most. At the very least you need to tell him how you feel.”

The very thought of confessing your feelings for Calum to anyone, especially the Slytherin captain himself, sends a stab of fear through your chest. “I can’t do that…”

“If it helps at all, I think he’s been struggling with similar feelings for you for a while.” Ashton admits, his tone hesitant to and cautious. “If I think back, there’s been plenty of signs there that I should have noticed. The way you two act around each other should have tipped me off a long time ago.”

As much as you want to believe that Ashton’s telling you the truth, you can’t really bring yourself to believe that Calum likes you back. In the back of your mind, you think that Ashton must simply just be doing what he thinks is best. 

“I never should have asked you to come to the ball with me.” The raven-haired boy sighs thoughtfully, “regardless of whether I should have seen whatever it is between you and Calum, I’ve always known that you don’t really feel that way for me.”

That guilt in your chest seems to grow even more. You can’t take the sadness in Ashton’s voice anymore. “I’ve always loved you as a friend, Ash. I just…”

“You only have romantic feelings for Calum, I get that.” Ashton smiles glumly, reaching out to stroke your arm in a comforting gesture. “I hope the two of you can work something out.”

“Me too.”

Calum’s voice takes you by surprise for the second time in just a few minutes. Your face automatically snaps towards him as panic starts to flood your brain.

“I’m gonna leave you two to talk things out.” Ashton announces before you can even begin to form any words. He flashes you one last smile and claps Calum on the shoulder reassuringly before heading back the castle.

Part of you wants to follow Ashton, but your legs refuse to move. “Look Cal, I don’t really know what to say to you right now.”

Calum simply stares at you for a moment as though he’s struggling with the same predicament. 

“Maybe we should just head back…”  You shrug, forcing yourself to take a step past him.

You’ve barely taken a second stride before Calum’s strong hand closes gently around your upper arm. “Please don’t take off again.” He pleads. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” You ask, shivering a little at the prolonged physical contact with your crush.

Calum apparently misinterprets your slight trembling and instantly shrugs off the outermost layer of his dress robes and hands it to you. “About how I’ve been a huge wuss for the past year or so…” He suggests timidly.

You silently accept his jacket-equivalent and drape it over your shoulders. The confusion you feel must show on your face because Calum lets out a humourless laugh. “Okay.” He breathes deeply, dripping his gaze to the floor. “God, I hope you’re not gonna hate me after I tell you this…”

“Calum.” You whisper softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I’m starting to get worried, what is it?”

Sucking in another deep breath, Calum composes himself before summoning the courage to meet your gaze again. “At the very start of our fifth year, you waited for me on platform 9 ¾ so that we could sit together on the train, remember? Just like you always have done, since our second year.”

You nod, the memory of the bright September morning still clear in your mind, although you have no idea of its significance to Calum’s story. 

“You were wearing those tight jeans and an oversized t-shirt. Your hair was scraped back into a loose bun and your face was twisted into an anxious expression because I was a bit late and you were worried that there wouldn’t be any empty compartments left for us.” Calum explains, a slightly dreamy expression on his face. “Just as you caught sight of me trying to work my way through the crowd towards you, some clumsy seventh year knocked into you. One of your suitcases toppled off your luggage trolley and burst open, a bunch of your books and stuff spilled all over the ground and you looked so fucking pissed off…” he chuckles, subconsciously reaching for hand as he continues. “I know it sounds weird but, that’s the moment that I knew I loved you. The way your cheeks went all flushed when you grumpily threw all your shit back into your suitcase and muttered about how much you wanted to push that dickhead onto the train tracks. Like, I’d had feelings for you before that, but I’d put it down to a silly crush because you're one of my closest friends and we have so much in common. In that moment, though, I just fucking knew that you had my entire heart.”

Your brain struggles to process everything that Calum has just told you as he runs his fingers down your arm in order to wrap them around your hand. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about this sooner and I completely understand if you think I’m weird and creepy and don’t want to be my friend anymore…” Calum rambles.

“You were sitting at the Slytherin table, eating jam on toast, laughing at something Michael had just told you.” The words spill from your mouth almost of their own accord. “It was the morning of your first quidditch game as the Slytherin seeker, so you were a bit nervous. I could tell because your smile didn’t reach your eyes and you only nibbled at your toast. That’s the moment that I knew I loved you as more than a friend.”

A shocked expression colours Calum’s face in the seconds before he gasps out his response. “But that was like… four years ago.”

You can feel the blood rising to the surface of your cheeks as you nod, dropping your gaze to try and hide your embarrassment. Before you’ve recovered enough to meet his gaze again, soft fingers rise to cup your face tenderly and you automatically lean into the touch. 

“How the hell did we both miss each other’s feelings like that?” Calum asks, a sigh escaping him as his lips brush your forehead. “I’m sorry I was so oblivious and that I was too scared to tell you about my own.”

Savouring the softness of Calum’s lips on your head, you wrap your arms around his waist, curling into his strong, warm body.

“Shit, sweetheart, you’re trembling.” The Slytherin whispers winding his arms around you to keep you close to him. “Let’s get inside so we can talk more without the fear of freezing to death, yeah?”

As much as you want to take Calum up on his offer before you become an icicle, the thought of breaking away from the hold he has on you is the last thing on earth you’re contemplating at the moment and you tighten your hold on him to express your utter reluctance to let him go.

Calum giggles, stroking your back soothingly before pulling away a little. “I promise I’ll cuddle you as you much as you want once we’re inside.”

The slight shiver that runs through the Slytherin, helps your rational side to win out. “Fine…” You pout, “but you’d better deliver on that promise when we get back to the castle.”

You allow Calum to lead you back across the lawn and up the stone steps to the front doors of the castle. The fact that he keeps one arm around you the whole time, makes your heart flutter in your chest, making you feel very much like a lovesick little puppy.

Just as you enter the warmth of the entrance hall, Calum takes your hand and instead of leading you into the great hall like you’re expecting him to, he guides you to the bottom of the staircase instead.

A confused expression takes over your face before he takes your hands and swallows thickly as though he’s trying to voice something that is incredibly difficult for him to say.

In an attempt to comfort him, you cradle his cheek gently, just as he’d held yours a few moments ago outside. “Is everything okay, Cal?”

Nodding, Calum reaches up to press your hand harder against his face as he meets your gaze. “I just wanted to ask you something before we go back to our friends.” He explains, a light blush rising in his cheeks. “But I’m worried it’s gonna sound stupid now that we’re already here and…”

“You can ask me anything, Cal.” You reassure him.

Before he responds he pulls his wand from his dress robes, pointing it at the ground near your feet and quietly utters a spell. A moment later, a beautiful exotic blue flower sprouts from the floor. Calum leans down to pick it up before handing it to you. “Will you go to the dance with me, like as my date?” He asks nervously

A giant smile bursts across your face as you take the flower and slide it into your hair. “One one condition.” You smirk cheekily, a sudden burst of confidence extinguishing the last of your lingering doubt about how Calum feels about you.

Your date raises a questioning eyebrow, silently urging you to elaborate.

“Well I’m a strong believer in that whole, ‘try before you buy’ thing.” You chuckle when Calum still appears to be utterly confused. “I need to know if you're a good kisser before I agree to be your date to the Yule Ball, Calum.” You clarify, hoping that you’re not going to scare him off by coming on too strong.

Calum mirrors your delighted grin before pulling you closer to him again. His beautiful brown eyes are sparkling joyfully as he allows them to drift down to your lips. He takes a moment to build up the confidence, but when he finally leans forward and kisses you, it’s more than worth the wait. His lips are soft and he kisses with a tenderness that you weren’t sure he was capable of. All-in-all, you’re incredibly impressed and you cling onto the tail end of the kiss for as long as possible before answering your date’s silent question when he meets your gaze again. “That wasn’t bad at all, Hood. If you dance half as well as that, I think tonight will be the perfect first date!”

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[inlovewithjude]

The list of my all time favorite movies: Continuously updated... 🎬✨

(500) Days of Summer- (500) giorni insieme

13 Going On 30- 30 anni in un secondo

2night

9½ Weeks- 9 settimane e mezzo

A Good Year- Un'ottima annata

A Little Princess- La piccola principessa

A Monster Calls

A Walk on the Moon- Complice la luna

Addicted to Love- Innamorati cronici

After

Aladdin (1992) + (2019)

American Gigolo

Anastasia

Anna and the King

Anna Karenina

Antz- Z la formica

Aquamarine

At First Sight- A prima vista

Balto

Barbie

Beauty and the Beast- La bella e la bestia (1991) + (2017)

Bedknobs and Broomsticks- Pomi d'ottone e manici di scopa

Belle et Sebastien

Before Sunrise- Prima dell'alba

Before Sunset- Prima del tramonto

Before We Go

Begin Again- Tutto può cambiare

Blade Runner + Blade Runner 2049

Boys Don't Cry

Breakfast at Tiffany's- Colazione da Tiffany

Breathe In

Breathless (1983)- All'ultimo respiro

Bridge to Terabithia- Un ponte per Therabitia

Call Me By Your Name- Chiamami col tuo nome

Captain Fantastic

Casper

Chemical Hearts- I nostri cuori chimici

Chicken Run- Galline in fuga

Chocolat

Cinderella (1950)- Cenerentola

Cold Mountain- Ritorno a Cold Mountain

Colette

Conte d'été- Racconto d'estate

Corrina, Corrina- Una moglie per papà

Damage- Il danno

Dead Poets Society- L'attimo fuggente

Death Becomes Her- La morte ti fa bella

Desert Hearts

Deux Moi- Someone Somewhere

Diabolik

Dirty Dancing

Divergent

Driving Miss Daisy- A spasso con Daisy

Dune (2021)

Eiffel

Elemental

Enchanted- Come d'incanto

Equals

Equilibrium

Ex Machina

Far and Away- Cuori ribelli

Far from the Madding Crowd (2015)- Via dalla pazza folla

Finding your feet- Ricomincio da noi

Five Feet Apart- A un metro da te

Footloose (1984)

Four Weddings and a Funeral- Quattro matrimoni e un funerale

Gifted- Il dono del talento

Gladiator- Il gladiatore

Hitch- Lui sì che capisce le donne

Home Alone- Mamma ho perso l'aereo

Hors De Prix (Priceless)- Ti va di pagare?

How to Make an American Quilt- Gli anni dei ricordi

Hugo- Hugo Cabret

Hysteria

Imagine Me & You

In the Land of Women- Il bacio che aspettavo

In Time

Inside Out

Into the Blue

Jeune et Jolie- Giovane e Bella

K-PAX

L'amant (1992)

L'amant double

La Boum

La prima notte di quiete

La vie d'Adèle

Ladies in Lavender

Lady and the Tramp (1955) + (2019)

Ladyhawke

Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain

Le Hérisson

Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events

Like Crazy

Little Women (1994)

Lost in Translation

Love and Other Drugs

Love, Rosie

Loving Vincent

Mal de pierres

Mars Attacks!

Matilda (1996)

Matrix

Mia and the White Lion

Midnight in Paris

Mon Inconnue

Mona Lisa Smile

Mrs. Doubtfire

Mulan (1998)

Must Love Dogs

Mystic Pizza

Notting Hill

One Fine Day

One Hundred and One Dalmatians (1961)

Only You

Perfect Sense

Peter Pan (2003)

Point Break

Pretty Woman

Pride & Prejudice (2005)

Ratatouille

Reality Bites

Remi (2018)

Roman Holiday (1953)

Romanzo Criminale

Sabrina (1954)

Saturday Night Fever

Scent of a Woman

Shame

Shrek + Shrek 2

Sing Street

Sixteen Candles

Sleeping Beauty (1959)

Slumdog Millionaire

Something's Gotta Give

Soul

Stealing Beauty

Suffragette

Suite française

Sweet November

Swing Kids

The Age of Innocence

The Aristocats

The Art of Getting By

The Book of Eli

The Breakfast Club

The Danish Girl

The Devil Wears Prada

The Dreamers

The Edge of Love

The Fifth Element

The Holiday

The Hundred-Foot Journey

The Island

The Jungle Book (1967)

The Last of the Mohicans

The Light Between Oceans

The Little Mermaid (1989)

The Map of Tiny Perfect Things

The Miseducation of Cameron Post

The Notebook

The Perfect Date

The Portrait of a Lady

The Shawshank Redemption

The Sleeping Dictionary

The Truman Show

The Warriors

The Wedding Date

The Women

Titanic

Tokyo Fiancée

Troy

Tuck Everlasting

Un Amour de Jeunesse

Un cœur en hiver

Undine

Unfaithful

Waterworld

When Harry Met Sally...

White Palace

Witness

Wonder

Words on Bathroom Walls

Yes Man

You've Got Mail

Zoe (2018)

[elisela]

echo oscar mike buck x eddie, 1.9k, vermont verse @extasiswings​ wanted eddie to have a cat in vermont and I wasn’t gonna do it but then .... well, it’s chapel so.

Eddie learned, very shortly after moving to Vermont, that he likes routine. He thrives off it—blame his parents and their strict schedule when he was growing up, blame the military, or maybe just blame his personality—but he finds comfort in knowing what his day is going to look like when he wakes up in the morning.

And he has a good one, has had a good one since he met Buck and fell into an easy(ish) life with him, waking up in the morning to kick a seventy-five pound dog off his bed so he can have sex with his husband, said husband making him breakfast every morning, filling up his days with workouts, running the youth center a few days a week, taking classes at the community college just because he hates being bored, and being home by the time his kid and Buck are both back just to spend the rest of the day with them.

(Less Chris these days, now that he’s sixteen and more interested in girls, trying to convince Eddie to take him in for an exam so he can be cleared to drive, and spending every waking minute out of the house and with his friends. Eddie’s mom had said he was too permissive last time she called and Chris hadn’t been home, but Chris is happy, Buck is happy, and Eddie is certainly happy, so he tried not to let it get to him.)

So Eddie’s in the middle of his Tuesday routine—breakfast with Bobby, Combat to Classroom lecture at a community college in Burlington, and a run around the University of Vermont campus before he heads home to clean up before opening the youth center—when he passes the Delta Tau Delta house and stops.

He’s not sure why the cardboard box catches his eye, but it does, and laying inside is one tiny kitten, eyes closed against the soft rain that’s falling.

Eddie’s parents were not big on pets growing up. His dad was never home, and he can still hear his mother saying, “when you’re mature enough to take care of a pet on your own, then we’ll talk.” Christopher had been born before Eddie was ever deemed mature enough for a pet, so it wasn’t until he’d found Ox out on the trail that he had gotten any experience. But Ox was a monster, a beast of a dog who took up so much room that he and Buck had gotten new furniture just to accommodate him.

So this—this tiny tan and black kitten that might fit in Buck’s palm—he’s not sure what to do, so he does what he always does when he has a question, and he calls Hen.

“Eddie, being a surgeon is not the same as being a vet,” she sighs when he fills her in. “Is the cat warm?”

He bends down and strokes a finger over its fur and down to its paws. “Not really,” he says, “but her eyes opened so she’s still alive. Should I take her to the vet?”

“Sometimes I wonder about you,” Hen says, and Eddie grins even though she can’t see him. “Yes, take the cat to the vet. But you know you’re gonna have to keep it for awhile, don’t you? The shelters have been full for months, that always happens when it starts getting colder.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to do, leave her to die?” he says—

—which is the same thing he says that night to Buck, when Buck takes three steps inside the door, looks at Eddie bottle-feeding the cat, and says, “no.”

“No,” Buck says again, shaking his head as he toes off his untied boots and kicks them under the bench. “You already—” he leans down and kisses Eddie, a soft press of lips at the corner of his mouth, “—brought this beast into our—get off me Ox, let me get my jacket off first—into our house without asking.”

“She was in a wet cardboard box,” he says, looking down and tilting the bottle to get the last drops out. “What was I supposed to do, leave her to die?”

“Leave her at the vet,” Buck says, scratching Ox on the head and moving towards the kitchen, talking as he disappears through the doorway. “I put chicken in the fridge to thaw this morning but I think I want—Eddie!”

“I think he saw the litter box,” Eddie whispers to the little bundle in his hands, setting the bottle down and sliding her back into his hoodie pocket to keep warm. He stands up, sliding a hand into his pocket to make sure she’s secure, and goes to console his husband. Buck might be upset, but he’ll get over it. “The vet wouldn’t take her,” he says, leaning against the doorway and watching as Buck looks over the bags on the kitchen table.

Eddie’s never had a cat; he had no clue what to buy, so he just … bought one of everything.

There’s something—off, about it though; when he’d brought Ox home, Buck had sighed and complained about it, but he hadn’t looked—mad.

Like he does now.

“I named her Echo,” Eddie offers, expecting to be laughed at, for Buck to roll his eyes and finally crack a smile, but he just lets out a breath and allows the bag to fall from his hand. “Buck,” he tries again, “really, the vet wouldn’t take her and—”

“And did you try anywhere else?” Buck asks, looking at Eddie skeptically. “Because the seven bags from The Dog and Cat tell me that you didn’t.”

“Hen said the shelters were all full,” Eddie says. “Maybe I should have talk to you first, but you were busy—”

“Funny, you’ve never thought I was too busy working when you want me to come home in the middle of the day because you want me to fuck you—”

“—and you love cats,” Eddie says over him, because he can’t exactly argue with that. He’s definitely taken advantage of Buck working for himself now, not having a set schedule or time-frame unless it’s his own making, the couch out in the workshop getting so much use that Buck had joked about finally just bringing a bed in. “You volunteer at an animal shelter, I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

“I walk the dogs,” Buck says, “and you didn’t think that, you thought if I came home and saw the cat that I’d just accept it like I did with Ox.”

Eddie opens his mouth to keep arguing, but Buck crosses his arms over his chest, and he closes it again. Buck doesn’t get closed off like this often, and although he still thinks he had a good reason—he’s not leaving any animal outside, exposed to the rain that’s now pouring down—but he’s also aware that Buck is … entirely right. Somehow, Eddie had fallen in love with Echo in between jogging back to his car with her wrapped in his hoodie and walking into the veterinarian’s office, and he really didn’t intend to look for a home for her anywhere else.

They haven’t fought in a long time, he thinks suddenly, because he has no clue what to do right now.

“I’m gonna go out to the workshop,” Buck says, “can you take care of dinner?” and leaves without waiting for the answer, motioning for Ox to follow him.

Ox goes, the traitor.

---

Eddie gives it an hour, calls the little italian restaurant that’s on the way to the ski resort—where Eddie had taken him on their first date—and orders Buck’s favorite dishes and a slice of peanut butter pie, because if he’s going to pull out all the stops he might as well get the dessert they’d shared that night. He checks in with Chris, who sends a picture of himself with three of his friends at Pizza Putt, grinning widely and holding up mini-golf clubs, and shuffles around the house cleaning up to kill time until the food is ready.

With just a few minutes left, he realizes suddenly that taking Echo with him is not a great idea, and he doesn’t want to leave her alone in the house, which means—

“Hey,” he says, stepping into the workshop. “I—are you okay?”

Buck’s laying on the couch, hand against his rib cage; he winces when he sits up. “I wasn’t watching where I was going in the house and I kinda ran into a dresser that May was bringing in,” he says quietly, and lifts his shirt. There’s a large bruise blooming under his skin, spreading across his side.

Eddie crouches down beside him, careful not to jostle Echo in his pocket, and rests his hand against the spot, pushing gently. “You want to go to the hospital? I don’t think it’s anything serious—”

“I’m fine, Eds,” Buck says, pulling his shirt down before Eddie withdraws his hand. “Dinner ready?”

“I gotta go pick it up,” he says, “but—I’m sorry. I should have called you, and I’ll call around tomorrow to see if there’s a shelter that can take her or someone who wants her. I’ll find a home for her.” Buck nods, but his gaze is on Eddie’s pocket, where Echo is poking her head out. “Would you watch her while I get the food?”

“Sure,” he says, and when Eddie sets her in his hand, Buck curls his arm to his stomach to hold her, and uses the other hand to pull Eddie down for a kiss.

---

There’s a fire going in the living room when he gets home, the first of the year; October is wetter than normal and Eddie makes a mental note to buy firewood over the weekend, because he has a feeling they’re going to need it more often this winter. Buck’s not on the couch, though, and there’s no trashy reality show playing on the television, so he goes through to the kitchen, pulling off his jacket and hanging it up on the coat stand.

Buck’s not there either, but all of the bags from the pet store have been cleared away, so he starts setting out dinner—transferring it onto plates instead of leaving it in the boxes like they normally do—and is wondering if they even own candles for a candlelight dinner when Buck comes around the corner, hair damp and wavy, clearly just out of the shower with his joggers and t-shirt on.

In the stretched out chest pocket of his blue shirt is Echo, curled into a half circle, eyes closed. One paw sticks out, and Eddie feels such a sudden pressure in his chest that he thinks he may be having a heart attack.

“Don’t say a word,” Buck says, fitting a hand around Eddie’s hip and kissing him. “Is this from Trattoria?”

“Buck.”

“No.”

“Buck,” he says, staring down at Echo’s fuzzy ears.

Buck kisses him again, his lips pressed sweetly against Eddie’s, and Eddie has to force himself not to press up against him, mindful of the tiny kitten residing in his husband’s shirt pocket. “Shut up, Eddie,” he says, but it’s soft, gentle.

“And he said we had to give you away,” Eddie says to Echo when he pulls back, stroking one of her ears with the side of his pinky. “Looks like you went and found yourself a home.”

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

You're the Closest to Heaven that I'll Ever Be

Title: You're the Closest to Heaven that I'll Ever Be - Chapter 1

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - College/University

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28560201/chapters/69990555

Summary: When Bucky asks Sam out, he never thought Sam would agree. Now he can't believe they're in a relationship. Sam could do much better than him!

Can Bucky overcome his insecurities to keep his relationship?

Written for @betheflame for @marvelfans4blm

“Would you, like, wannagooutsometime?” Bucky asks. Sam agrees! He can’t believe it.

He spends way too much time trying to pick out an outfit. Finally settling on his black skinny jeans, a maroon tshirt, and his black leather jacket, Bucky quickly gets ready to pick Sam up.

The campus theater is only a few blocks away from their dorms. Bucky walks over to Sam’s room so that they can walk to the theater together. It’s such a nice night anyways. Sam is ready when Bucky knocks on the door. He gives Bucky a smile and falls in line with him as they walk to the movies.

Wracking his brain for a suitable conversation, Bucky stammers out a comment about the weather. Why is it so hard for me to talk to Sam right now? I’ve never had this problem before. Sam must realize his awkwardness because he takes control of the conversation, telling Bucky about his psychology class.

The theater is having a throwback week. The movies scheduled for tonight are Back to the Future, The Breakfast Club, and Sixteen Candles. Sam is a huge Back to the Future nerd. Bucky enjoys watching him get excited over the minutest details. He barely watches the movie, as his focus swings back and forth between I love how happy Sam is about this and I can’t believe Sam would date me!

Once the movie is over, they head over to a little café where Bucky buys them both shakes and fries. He can’t help but melt when Sam beams at him. “You know me so well, Bucky!” The other man gushes. “It’s like we’re dating in an Archie comic!”

Conversation flows quickly after that. Bucky and Sam sit in their booth long after the waiter gives them their check. All too soon, they are shooed out of the café because it is closing. They walk slowly home, talking about the NFL trade deadline.

When Bucky walks Sam up to his door, awkwardness ensues. Am I supposed to kiss him? Was this like a date-date, or like…? Bucky thinks, panicking.

“Thanks for tonight.” Sam turns to him, hand in his sweatshirt pockets. “I had a lot of fun.”

Bucky smiles. “Your welcome. I-”

“Ooooh! It’s the doorstep scene. Are you gonna kiiiiiiiss?” Sam’s roommate, Clint, walks up behind them.

“Shut up, Clint,” Sam says good-naturedly. He gives Bucky a quick hug, thanks him again, and disappears inside his dorm.

Clint’s eyes go wide. “Were you – oh my bad – sorry man.” He gestures wildly. “Sorry Bucky.” Bucky just shakes his head wordlessly and walks back to his dorm. His roommate, Steve, is still up, watching Criminal Minds.

“So, how was your date?” Steve asks between mouthfuls of popcorn. Bucky grunts and walks to his room. He doesn’t want to talk about it.

~

“Have you ever wondered why someone would date you when they could do so much better than you?” Bucky asks during the Mechanical Engineering workshop the next day.

Tony Stark sets down his tools and lifts his goggles. “Yes, every day. Rhodey is way better than me.”

“What do you do? Like how do you make sure he stays?”

“Well, I like to think that it’s my charm.” Tony grins widely. “But I try to do something super nice for him as much as I can. Like last week, we went skydiving then ate dinner in the private room of the Four Seasons. The steak was…” and he kisses his fingertips. “delicio. And then last month, I took him on a vacation in Tahiti…”

Bucky listens to Tony’s rant, but he soon realizes that Tony forgets that not everyone is a trust-fund son of a billionaire. The one thing that does stick, however, is that he will have to make some grand gestures to make sure Sam doesn’t realize how much better he could do than Bucky.

Steve asks Bucky again how the date went when they go out for lunch. Bucky reveals his fears to Steve, who, ever the loyal best friend, vehemently states that Bucky is just fine the way he is, and if Sam doesn’t like it, he can walk. Bucky wants to mention that he doesn’t want Sam to walk away but he can’t really get a word in as Steve lists all of Bucky’s attributes.

“I don’t know what to do.” Bucky mumbles to himself. Should he call Sam? Or is that seen as too clingy? Unsure of what to do, he hangs around Thor and Heimdall’s dorm all afternoon.    

“My friend,” Heimdall finally takes a seat on the couch next to him. “Not that we don’t mind you hanging around, but why are you? Didn’t you go on a date with Sam last night?”

Bucky groans. “Yeah, but I think I screwed it up.”

“Why is that?” Bucky hates the way Heimdall seems to see right through him. 

“Well I took him to a movie and then to the Shake Shoppe. They were having a throwback night. I don’t know, I feel like I should have gone more all out. Like he’s so much better than me. Then, you know, I walk him to his door. I’m not sure if we’re going to hug, kiss, or just fist bump, you know?” Heimdall closes his eyes slowly with a give me strength look. “So then, his roommate, Clint walks up and asks us if we’re going to kiss. I panic, and Sam just walks inside. Just walking inside is never good, right? And I don’t want to call him or find him because I don’t want to look clingy. We’ve only gone on one date!”

“Did Sam seem like he didn’t enjoy the date?” Thor questions. 

Bucky thinks back. “He never said that. In fact, he told me that it was like a page out of an Archie comic. But why would he just shut the door in my face?”

“I think you should give him a call or find him.” Heimdall gestures to the door. “Then you’ll know. If he thought the date was pure shit, well, then you never have to go out with him again. But if he enjoyed the date, which is the more likely case, you can go out again. Nothing good ever comes from miscommunication.” 

“Ok, ok. I’ll take the hint.” 

Bucky leaves. He does not, however, call Sam. 

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[love-sweet-tooth]

Breakfast Club

Here’s another double dip prompt coming at you. Yet again, this is for @get-beached. Hope you enjoy~

Fandom: Voltron / Pairing: Klance / Prompts: School festival and drive-in movie / Words:  930

Warning: This is a weight gain/kink story. Don’t like, don’t read.

Since they had started dating a year earlier, Keith had steadily put on weight. Everyone jokingly pointed out that he’d put on the freshman fifteen during their junior year, not knowing that Keith was well beyond fifteen pounds by now. Despite being very much into this thicker version of his boyfriend, Lance hadn’t asked him to do it, but he reminded him every day how much he loved his new curves.

It wasn’t as if Lance didn’t love his friends - he did - but he also loved his boyfriend. Very much. And there were times he wanted Keith all to himself.

The college festival being one of those days.

It was always on alumni weekend and subtly used as a fundraiser. They packed the quad with rides and vendors alike. Lance treated Keith more than once to whatever food drew his attention.

Which was a lot.

Since they had started dating a year earlier, Keith had steadily put on weight. Everyone jokingly pointed out that he’d put on the freshman fifteen during their junior year, not knowing that Keith was well beyond fifteen pounds by now. Despite being very much into this thicker version of his boyfriend, Lance hadn’t asked him to do it, but he reminded him every day how much he loved his new curves.

After a whole day of wandering around the festival, Lance finally managed to whisk Keith away.

For once they took Lance’s car since Keith’s motorcycle wouldn’t really do for a drive-in movie. On top of that, the date was Lance’s idea. “Let me woo you,” he said. Keith reluctantly agreed and took a seat in Lance’s old Prius.

They had to drive for over an hour to get to the drive-in and Lance made sure to stop by a grocery store on the way. They stocked up on more than enough snacks and sweets. Keith also insisted they order some takeout.

“What? I’m hungry,” he said with a shrug, as if forgetting about all he’d eating at the festival earlier. His hand squeezing Lance’s on top of the gear stick. “I want to have actual food and not just snacks.”

Actual food ended up being a large pizza from a small shop beside the drive-in theater.

The drive-in was having a double feature. The Breakfast Club followed by Sixteen Candles. Keith laughed at that from behind a slice of pizza once he found out.

“Wooing me with The Breakfast Club?” he quipped.

Lance rolled his eyes and teasingly shoved Keith. “Horror night is on Fridays and you know how I feel about the goat scene in Jurassic Park.”

“Jurassic Park isn’t a horror movie.” Keith’s lips twitched, threatening to let out a laugh.

Lance tisked, “The Velociraptors are pure nightmare fuel.”

They kept up with their banter even as The Breakfast Club started. Lance ate until he was sure he was going to be sick while Keith continued to stuff his face.

They were sitting in the back of the car. Lance had pulled down the back seats and opened the trunk, giving them a perfect view of the screen. It was a little cramped but it was more than perfect for cuddling. Lance had brought enough blankets and pillows that they were comfortable and warm, even with the late October chill in the air.

It wasn’t until The Breakfast Club was nearly over that Lance realized Keith was still eating.

He glanced at his boyfriend only to catch him mindlessly raising chip after chip to his mouth. Unlike Lance, who was laying down, Keith was sitting up with the bag of chips in his lap. But it wasn’t just one bag of chips - it was several and a bag of buttery popcorn and a tray of oreos.

Keith was leaning against the side of the car, though he was also teetering back, allowing room to accommodate his stomach.

Freshman fifteen? More like forty.

There was no denying he had a double chin or how his pecks had grown soft. It was his stomach, however, that had grown the most. It stuck out, resting on his thighs. And the more he leaned back, the more skin he showed. Even in the dark Lance could trace the thin, red stretch marks that trailed up his love handles and underbelly.

Lance swallowed the fist sized knot in his throat, his eyes honing in on the newest habit Keith had picked up.

When he was mindlessly eating like this, he liked to rub his belly. His fingers pressed into his gut, drawing tiny circles into his fat. He wasn’t even sure if Keith knew he was doing it. It was so adorable to him that all he wanted to do was smother his boyfriend with affection.

He managed to hold back until the brief intermission between movies. By then Keith had polished off all the popcorn and left a graveyard of chip bags in his wake. Lance sat up and motioned for Keith to sit up against him.

Keith was plush when he pressed up against him. He was also breathing a little heavy. When Lance ran a hand over his bloated middle, he could see why. At the very top of his stomach, below his chest, there wasn’t much give. The skin was pulled tight from every calorie he had devoured today.

Keith leaned into his touch as the next movie started, silently giving Lance permission to touch every gurgling inch of him. He moved on to what was left of the oreos and struggled with every bite. Lance did his best to soothe him, his attention focused on Keith’s straining gut and not the movie they’d come to see.

Keith was panting by the time he finished the last cookie. He fell back against Lance, his body heavy and his stomach angrily growling beneath Lance’s eager fingertips.

“Damn,” was all Lance could say as he drank Keith in.

Keith hid a belch behind his hand. “How was that… for wooing?”

[eldritchsurveys]

1080.

1 - When was the last time you changed a lightbulb? >> I don’t remember. It takes forever for our bulbs to burn out, thankfully.

2 - How often do you get takeaway coffee? >> Rarely. There’s a guy who used to set up at the farmer’s market that makes amazing hot beverages, and that’s one guy I’d buy from every time (not necessarily coffee, though, because of the caffeine content). Usually I just make hot beverages at home, though.

3 - What’s your typical order when you go to McDonald’s? What about Starbucks? >> I don’t typically go to either place, so I don’t have a typical order.

4 - Who was the last person you sent an e-mail to? >> Probably Lucian back when he started doing watercolours and was planning on sending them to Patrons who emailed their address to him. I have no idea if he’s still doing that or not, since it’s been a couple of months, but hey.

5 - Have you ever seen the motoring programme Top Gear? Do you prefer the new “cast” or the original trio? >> I saw an episode once. I don’t remember a single thing about it aside from the fact that it happened.

6 - Are you a fan of Louis Theroux? >> I saw something of his once, but I don’t really remember anything about that either.

7 - When was the last time you visited the dentist? What about the optician? >> October. I’ve never been to an optician.

8 - Do you sleep on your side, your back or your front? >> Side, usually.

9 - Would you rather drive or be the passenger? >> I am always the passenger and frankly, I prefer it that way. Driving is cool in theory, but in practice it just seems like a hassle at best. I think it’s something I’d like to know how to do (just in case, you know), but not something I’d want to do regularly.

10 - When was the last time you received a handwritten letter? >> I don’t remember.

11 - If you have pets, do you buy them gifts for Christmas or their birthdays? >> ---

12 - Would you be able to change a car tyre at the side of the road? >> I know how to change a tire, yeah, but so does Sparrow so she just does it.

13 - Have you ever been to Thailand? Would you want to go? >> No. Sure.

14 - Have you seen a lot of the eighties “Brat pack” movies like the Breakfast Club or Sixteen Candles? >> No, I’ve seen none of them.

15 - Do you know how to ride a bike? How about ride a skateboard? >> I do know how to ride a bike, but not a skateboard.

16 - When you have a drink at home, do you make sure to use a coaster? >> Not always, but usually. There’s one on my nightstand and one on my desk so it’s pretty easy to use them most of the time. The only trouble comes when I have two beverages (like a cider alongside my normal water bottle), which happens more often than you’d expect. I should just get more coasters...

17 - When was the last time you had brain freeze? >> I don’t remember.

18 - Did you get enough sleep last night? How much sleep is enough sleep for you? >> I imagine so, since I wasn’t tired today or anything. Seven or eight hours is usually the best amount. Especially if it’s mostly uninterrupted.

19 - What are your favourite condiments? Do you use those often? >> I’m not sure.

20 - Peanut butter: crunchy or smooth? Do you have a favourite brand? >> Crunchy, absolutely. Or at least coarsely ground (like the kind from Horrock’s that I love and prefer).

21 - Do you have any life-threatening allergies? >> I have no allergies, period.

22 - Have you had to take a COVID test yet? Was it positive or negative? >> I haven’t had to take one yet.

23 - Do you think it’s okay to keep cats indoors for their entire lives? >> I mean, it must be.

24 - Do you think people should need a license in order to keep animals, just to make sure they knew how to properly take care of them? >> I’m not sure about that one.

25 - Have you ever had to claim on an insurance policy? Did it pay out? >> No.

26 - Which meal of the day is your favourite? What’s your favourite thing to eat for that meal? >> I like breakfast just because I know what it’s going to be every day. It’s the easiest and most reliable eating experience most of the time, and it kind of... anchors me, I guess.

27 - When was the last time you bounced on a trampoline? Would you ever want to go to one of those indoor trampoline parks? >> The last time I bounced on a trampoline was at one of those indoor parks, incidentally. We went there for a meetup. It was fun, but I unfortunately don’t have the stamina or strength for that kind of activity anymore.

28 - What was the last thing you watched on TV? Is it something you’ve seen before? >> The last TV show I watched was Archer, but it was on Hulu. Yes, I’m just catching up on the new season.

29 - Do you like flavoured versions of sodas? Which ones are your favourite? >> I like flavoured versions of fizzy water.

30 - What’s your favourite thing to put on a baked potato? >> I don’t eat baked potatoes.

[st-fandom-imagines]

Movie Babe

I always write the best imagines, intoxicated lmao wrote this last night, I hope you like it!! tag list- @tiger-hugger, @hannahmontanabutgayer, @macricrisis let me know if you guys want to be added to my tag list! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Request- @im-a-rocketman asked: hello again! Can I also request a SteveXReader where the reader stops by the video store every day because she loves movies and, in order to try and impress her, Steve starts to memorize all these random facts about movies she rents. And eventually Steve works up the nerve to ask her out and they go to the premier of back to the future 2 since back to the future’s the movie she rents the most? Thank you!!

note- @im-a-rocketman and I both talked about this request, as she realized that BTTF 2 came out 4 years after the first one, so instead Steve and the reader will go see Teen Wolf that came out August 23rd 1985! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ As I walked around Family Video for the tenth time this week, I could help but look for something new, I was so tired of all the movies I would watch over and over again. I’m a bit of a movie buff, they take you away from reality, even if it’s just for a little bit, I tend to lean towards chick flicks but I have a sci-fi and horror side too. I started coming in here after the mall burnt down, the movie theater going with it and the new one not opening for another week, they were reopening the Hawk theater. I was excited to see new movies, my love for film, growing every day. I grabbed Sixteen Candles, yet again, for the hundredth time and began to walk towards the counter, my eyes softening and my heart skipping a beat as I saw Steve Harrington behind the counter, the boy who was never anything but nice and sweet to me, he was giving a girl about our age, her bag with a small smile on his face. I hoped that maybe he would sweep me off my feet like Jake did for Sam in Sixteen Candles, but those things didn’t happen in real life, the popular boys never noticed the girls that hid in plain sight…right? *Steve’s Point Of View* I sighed, sending another customer away, another girl that wasn’t the one I had my eye on. The girl that I had come to know as movie babe, well at least that is what Robin called her. I knew her regular movies, I knew she had a thing for Michael J. Fox since she has rented For Love Or Money more times that I could count. I knew that she loves when I talk to her about random little movie facts that I had learned just to impress her, and most of all, I knew she thought that I didn’t know anything about her. My eyes locked with hers as I heard someone begin to approach me at the counter. She smiled at me shyly before putting her one movie on the counter. “Sixteen Candles? Again?” I laughed making her blush as she handed me her membership card, the card that I wish had her name attached to it. “Did you know that John Hughes was inspired by Molly Ringwald before he even met her? He had seen her headshot, he wrote the movie in a weekend, all around her.” I smiled making her nod silently, a fact about the movie that made me think of her, about how she inspired me, more than any girl ever had. “Do you memorize everyone’s movie preferences?” She smirked making my knees go weak, my heart pounding, feeling like the movie tickets in my jeans were burning a hole in my leg. When I saw that Teen Wolf starring Michael J. Fox was the first movie that was going to be playing in the new theater, I had to get two tickets, even if she didn’t like me, I knew she wouldn’t turn down the thought of being one of the first people in Hawkins to see it. Maybe she would grow to like me, a guy can hope. “No, just yours…that wasn’t meant to sound creepy…oh god…uh, we have Back To The Future coming in soon, have you seen that yet?” I smiled, trying to change the subject as she giggled at my babbling. “Yeah, I saw in on the forth of July, I think I saw you there, with that girl Robin?” She asked making my eyes go wide at the thought of that night. “Yeah, you were covered in blood, which I thought was strange and you were in the front row, hushing the man behind you.” She continued making us both laugh at the detail that she remembered, which she was 100% right about. “Yeah, I tend to be bleeding a lot, and Robin and I are really good friends…it’s a good movie, I hope they make a second one.” I trailed off, putting her movie in a bag, signally that our transaction was almost complete. “Just friends?” She questioned with a small sound of hope in her voice, as if she has been running that question in her head for weeks. “Yeah, we don’t like each other like that, I like someone, and so does she.” I explained making her look at the bag I was handing her, before she took it out of my hand, our hands brushing slightly, making us both blush. Fuck, what is it about her that makes me so nervous? The store was dead, and it was now or never, I had to ask, the movie was in a week and I certainly didn’t want anyone else asking her. “Well, I guess I will see you around, Steve.” She went to turn away but I stopped her, rushing around the booth and standing in front of her. My heart racing at the sound of her saying my name, shit, I’m in deep. “Before you go, hum, this is going to sound weird, just bare with me?” I hoped and she nodded, silently, wanting me to continue. “I know your movie choices, I have seen all of those movies to try to understand you and if I have learned anything from any of them, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, For Love Or Money, St.Elmo’s Fire, you think you are the girl that goes unnoticed, hoping that someone will notice you, and I…I did. I bought these tickets, for us, and I hope you will go with me and I hope that you don’t think I’m some stalker, I just really like you and I want to get to know you, as more than just the movie babe.” I ranted as I handed her the tickets, not even caring if I made a complete fool of myself. She looked at the tickets in her hand before looking back up at me with a shocked expression. “Teen Wolf tickets?!” She gasped making me look at her with wide eyes, this wasn’t the answer I was expecting. “Yeah…do you want to go…with me?” I tried, hoping I got that point across and she just nodded, smiling wide at me. “Yes, I would love to go with you, I just can’t believe it! These are sold out, and you bought them with me in mind?!” She hugged me tightly, taking me by surprise but smiling and hugging her back. It was a warm hug, a tight hug, I could feel her heartbeat against mine. She pulled away after a few seconds, noticing that my hands were on her waist, blushing now more than ever. “Great, I’ll pick you up at seven?” I couldn’t believe this was all falling into place. “Sounds good, if the date goes well I’ll tell you my name, until then, just call me movie babe.” She smirked handing me back the tickets before walking towards the door, leaving me speechless, god she is amazing. “Why did the movie babe just say hi to me?” Robin asked as she walked into work, ready to start her shift, her question only making me smile, I can’t believe I have a date with the coolest girl in Hawkins. *Your Point Of View* Steve was a true gentleman all night, opened the car door for me, bought a popcorn to split, lent me his jacket when I got cold in the theater and most of all, he didn’t talk through the movie, a very important trait to have. As we walked out of the theater, the warm August air hitting us, I handed Steve back his jacket as we walked towards his car. This was all so weird, it was like it was right out of one of the movies I adore and I think Steve planned it out to be that way. “So?” Steve smiled as my heels clicked on the sidewalk, making me look down at the ground, completely in awe of this whole situation. “Really good movie, even better date.” I stated, taking his hand in mine and interlocking our fingers, taking him by surprise. “My name is (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” I confessed making him smile widely as we got closer to his car. “So (Y/N), can I take you on a second date?” He hoped making my heart warm at the thought. “Depends…”I began as we finally got to his car. I leaned on the drivers door so he couldn’t open it, him standing in front of me, hands in pockets with raised eyebrows. “Do you kiss on the first date?” I whispered as I got closer to him, making him swallow, hard. He had taken so many risks by confessing his feelings, it’s only right that it’s my turn. I was expecting him to babble at my forwardness but instead he just nodded, stuck by my words. “Then kiss me Harrington, if you want that second date.” I smiled just before He inter locked our lip, it was sweet, slow, a good first kiss. A first kiss right out of one of my movies, this whole night was a fairytale and I can only hope that this fairytale has a happy ending.

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i was tagged by @drivenbybri a long time ago to this get to know me thing!! so thank u sweetheart :^)) 💕

Do you make your bed? sometimes i do sometimes i don’t.. depends on my mood.

What’s your favourite number? 6. like the day i was born

What is your job? recently i have none.

If you could go back to school, would you? no, high school is a part of my life that if i could erase of my memory, i would do it without thinking twice.

Can you parallel park? this bitch right here cant drive and is afraid of it dslkfds so...

A job you had that would surprise people? quite difficult answer this because i’ve never had a job in my life salfdkksla i still searching for one..

Do you think aliens are real? maybe. and if they exist, they’re definitely not green

Can you drive a manual car? uh.. nope

What’s your guilty pleasure? a night full of ice cream and 80s rom-com

Tattoos? about to get my first tattoo soon :^))

Favourite colour? black, blue, red, purple and gray

Favourite type of music? synthpop, post punk, britpop, prog rock

Things that people do that drive you crazy? liars, people who are mean for no reason apparent, rude people, people who invades my space, injustice, ignorant people, people who talk yelling... oof too much things, i'm not really a fan of people at all sdklfjdsk

Do you like doing puzzles? the last time i touched in one i was like... 10 years old!! i really should do this often

Any phobias? until this moment.. none

Favourite childhood sport? i never was a sport person at all!! i always preferred stay quiet dlksfj awful

Do you talk to yourself? yes, mostly of time and even more when i do something stupid and i don't want to share with anyone, talk with myself seem be the better option

What movie do you adore? the breakfast club, sixteen candles, the lost boys, before sunrise, the craft, taxi driver, pretty in pink, blade runner

Coffee or tea? tea

First thing you wanted to be growing up? actress! i wanted to be an actress, and until when i was 16 i wanted to be part of a theater group of my city but i was so insecure that i gave up. today i think music and graphic design are the real thing for me :)

i tag who wants to do this!! :^))

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A Closer Look at Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (John Hughes, 1986)

The 1980s was the time of the teen film, with a number of iconic teen films coming out during that decade. One that has become a staple of the classic teen film is Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (John Hughes, 1986). Ferris’ legendary day off has become a dream for teens then and now still being quoted today within the halls of high schools around the country.

Bueller didn’t hit the big screen in the summer of 1986 without its fair share of long and tedious production issues. Director John Hughes took a lot of his inspiration from his own life growing up. Raised in Chicago, this city becomes the setting for a majority of his films. In fact, there are even websites that pinpoint exact locations all throughout Illinois where Hughes shot classic movies such as Bueller, The Breakfast Club (John Hughes, 1985), and Home Alone (John Hughes, 1990). Looking at Buller specifically, a lot of aspects of the film reflect John Hughes. Ferris’s bedroom is created to look very similar to how Hughes’ room looked when he was a teenager, scenes for the film were shot in the hallways of his former high school, Glenbrook North and the character Ferris Bueller is actually based one of Hughes’ friends from his childhood with the same name. Edward McNally, a childhood friend of Hughes wrote an article for The Washington Post honoring the late director. As far as being named “the inspiration” for Bueller he is quoted as saying:

“…for years I was relentlessly pursued by a remarkably humorless Glenbrook dean about attendance, pranks and off-campus excursions -- and because my best friend was in fact named Buehler -- I've spent an inordinate amount of my life being unfairly accused of serving among the inspirations for Ferris Bueller.”

Looking at the production of the film, there were many different things that went into its creation. It only took three months to shoot the film between September 9, 1985, and November 22, 1985 which might not seem like a lot compared to how long shows or movies take to shoot today, but since a lot of their filming locations existed within miles of each other it was pretty easy to get everything shot in a short time. During the filming, John Hughes took some inspiration from Ferris on his impressive way to get the impossible done. The parade scene was shot during Chicago’s annual Von Steuben Day Parade. The float that Ferris is on was actually created for the film and was put in the parade route without the parade officials being aware of what was going on. With there being a real parade Hughes was able to get genuine footage of thousands of people enjoying a beautiful day in Chicago. When they needed to shoot more of the parade scene a week later, around 10,000 people showed up for the filming answering the call made on radio stations for extras to appear in a John Hughes film. In this scene, Ferris is featured lip-syncing the famous Beatles song “Twist and Shout” which came with its own set of issues. Paul McCarthy did not like the fact that Hughes had added the brass element to the song to make it seem as though the band was playing it at the parade. When John Hughes insisted on the Beatles song be used in the film, they ended up having to pay EMI $100,000 for the rights and allowance to change the song. While Hughes was adamant about some of the production decisions, they all proved successful in skyrocketing the film to one of the most fondly remembered films today.

The marketing for the film was very straight forward. There were a couple of articles written about the film in both the Daily News and well as The New York Times talking about the movie, giving an unbiased explanation of the film to promote it. There were also several 30-second commercials giving hints at Ferris’ crazy day off. Appealing to the teen audiences that Hughes is trying to relate to, the announcer narrates over scenes of the film saying, “it’s about life, it’s about liberty, it’s about the pursuit of recreation”. This phrasing attracts teenagers to the film because that is what they are looking for – freedom from the norm. 

Looking at the posters for the film it features many different slogans such as “One man’s struggle to take it easy”, “Because life is too beautiful a thing to waste”, “Leisure rules”, “While the rest of us were just thinking about it…Ferris borrowed a Ferrari and did it…all in a day”. Similar to the commercials, these phrases draw the teenager in because that type of thinking is really appealing to them. 

A teenager stuck in the rut of high school wants nothing more than to skip school and live out an amazing day with their best friends. This mentality is what brought teens to the theaters to live through Ferris.

The summer of 1986 saw a lot of hit films. Buller had some tough competition seeing films such as Top Gun (Tony Scott, 1986), Aliens (James Cameron, 1986), Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (Leonard Nimoy, 1986), and The Karate Kid Part II (John Avildsen, 1986) all hitting theaters in 1986. In the United States and Worldwide Box offices, Bueller placed in the top 10 of both lists sitting in the number 10 spot for all 1986 films. The budget for the film was an estimated $6,000,000 and not only broke even but made money-generating $6,275,647 during their opening weekend of June 15, 1986. Bueller, made nearly all of its money from domestic box offices bringing it $70,136,369 and only $1,469 in international box offices. Looking at the reception of the film it is easy to see how it was in the top 10 films of 1986.

Roger Ebert was one of the top movie reviewers of his time up until his death in 2013 after losing an eleven-year battle with cancer. Writing reviews for The Chicago Sun-Times for over 40 years, he became the first film critic to receive a Pulitzer Prize in Criticism. In 1986 he gave a review of Bueller and is quoted as saying “Here is one of the most innocent movies in a long time, a sweet, warm-hearted comedy about a teenager who skips school so he can help his best friend win some self-respect.” He talks about the plot of the film and ends his review by saying “…the film's heart is in the right place, and "Ferris Bueller" is slight, whimsical and sweet.” With Ebert’s review coming out on June 11, 1986, it’s easy to see that Bueller won over the hearts of teens and adults alike wishing that they were able to have a day off like Ferris did.

The non-critical reviews of this film are all pretty similar, it is regarded as a film of the generation that holds against the test of time. On Rotten Tomatoes, of the 728,405 user ratings, the average audience score is a high 92%. One “super reviewer”, Brendan N. is quoted as saying

“Classic cult film and a must-see for all generations. John Hughes created a lot of the teenage angst or coming of age films in the 80s and Ferris was quite possibly his greatest creation. Watching this on the big screen last night was a dream come true but having a film like this remaining so timeless does not hurt. The film is full of heart and the charm of Matthew Broderick is what elevates this from becoming just your average teenage comedy. I wish they would make more fun and creative films like this; no one tackles such a fun concept without falling into clichés and crude jokes. John Hughes created something truly special here. 12/11/2018.”

Since its release in 1986, Bueller, has remained a pivotal teen film for multiple generations. In 2016, Bueller turned 30 years old and Chicago celebrated the only way they knew how to: with a Ferris Fest. People were able to visit his heavily decorated bedroom, recreate the scene where Ferris pretends to be Sloan’s father picking her up from school, and of course a recreation of the famous parade scene featuring Twist and Shout. While this is more of a high scale remembrance of the 1986 film, you can see other companies paying homage to Bueller. During the 2017 Superbowl, Dominos aired a commercial where they recreated the infamous scene of Ferris racing home to get there before his parents find out he skipped school. Stranger Things (Matt Duffer, Ross Duffer, 2016—) actor Joe Keery plays Ferris but this time he is racing home because his Domino’s pizza tracker just sent a notification to his smartwatch informing him that his pizza is about to arrive. When asked about the commercial the executive vice president of creative direction at CP&B said "This being an iconic movie we knew we had to pay homage to it and not deviate, not change it and put our own kind of spin on it outside of using Joe Keery and maybe making it a modern adaptation,".

Below you can see the original scene and then Joe Keery version. 

It can be agreed that this film has been relevant way past its release date. But why is that? Frances Smith looks to understand teen films as a whole and why they become so iconic. In her book Rethinking the Hollywood Teen Movie: Gender, Genre, and Identity, she explores this question and more. In Easy A (Will Gluck, 2010), the main character Olivia (Emma Stone) struggles to identify with the “hook up culture” happening around her within the high school hallways. She looks to the eighties to fantasize about a better life. 

Whatever happened to chivalry? Did it only exist in Eighties movies? I want John Cusack holding a boom-box outside my window. I want to ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist in the air because he knows he got me just once. I want my life to be like an eighties movie.” (138-139) 

To this Smith says:

This voiceover and the corresponding images reference Say Anything (Cameron Crowe, 1989), Can’t Buy Me Love (Steve Rash, 1987), Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, which is presented for its musical number. With the exception of Sixteen Candles, all of these films center on male characters who, though cheeky, are portrayed as sexually innocent. The gestures to which Olive refers are particularly telling. Having her life ‘directed by John Hughes’ appears to involve her engaging in ostentatious courtship rituals in which the female partner is the grateful recipient of male affection, however dubious the circumstances in which it is bestowed.

Olivia dreams of having the production that teen heartthrobs would perform for their love interests. This is one reason that Bueller has remained so relevant today. No matter how the culture changes, everyone wants someone who would be willing to show the world how much they love them.

Another reason that this film has remained so relevant today is because of the underlying theme within the film is something that will never go away. The drive to find yourself and get out of your small town to explore is something that will always be a shared feeling among teenagers. In Kimberly M. Miller’s Clueless Times at the Ferris Bueller Club: A Critical Analysis of the Directional Works of Amy Heckerling and John Hughes she says 

A fine example can be found in the response to the film Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, which received criticism for being too similar to Risky Business (Paul Brickman, 1983), as well as “lacking in irony,”10 and yet Ferris has become ingrained in the popular culture—even being ranked number ten on Entertainment Weekly’s “Fifty Best High School Movies” list (2012),11 in addition to being quoted by teens who see Ferris as a role model of “cool” despite the nearly thirty years that have passed since he took his day off.

Teens idolize him for doing what they have always wanted to do so they are able to live through him and his amazing day off.

Overall, Hughes has delivered a number of teen films that lasted well past their release date and will continue to be relatable in the future. Bueller is the perfect example of this because its underlying themes will never go out of style. Everyone wants to be a “righteous dude” and live their lives with the carefree regard for the rules that Ferris showed us back in 1986.

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Chapter 6: O (II)

Fuck.

It’s Friday. The third Friday of the month. How could she forget? She’s got it marked down on every single device she owns.

Hell, she even set a reminder on Clarke’s phone just in case…

Fuck.

Octavia lets out a deep breath of air, she didn’t even realize she’s been holding onto as her eyes settle upon the row of gym lockers beyond her. She shifts from foot to foot, adjusting and re-adjusts her beat up backpack as she does.

“Five more minutes, ladies! If you aren’t changed, and in the water by the time I come back out of my office, you can guarantee that you’ll be swimming at least 10 additional laps.” The voice booms across the length of the locker room, causing Octavia to shudder with the added reminder of what’s to come.

She forgot. And now…

And now there’s no way out of it. No note. No excuse as to why she can’t participate.

Octavia hasn’t been in this situation since the that first special Friday of her freshman year. The one where she found herself in the midst of an unexplainable, full blown panic attack after attempting to change into her standard issued school swimsuit and managed to blackout.

That incident had led to Octavia waking up in the school infirmary to the ever so comforting smile of her dad. He had swooped in and rescued her that day, taking her home, but not before making a quick stop for a pint of her favorite ice cream first. Cause, as he put it, rocky road and bad 80’s slasher flicks solves all problems.

And that’s what Octavia loves most about the man that she has come to call her dad. Jake just gets her. With no need for extensive questions or lengthy conversations as her mother Abby is notorious for. He never pushes or prods too much. He just knows how to be there. Like an indestructible safety net. There to always catch her when she stumbles.

Jake had started writing notes for Octavia to get out of swimming ever since that day. They never really talked about it, nor mentioned it to the rest of the family. All Octavia would have to do was mention that “the Friday” was coming up and a day before, a note would be tucked away within her backpack.

But she had forgotten to say something before Jake had left for his business trip and now…

And now, Octavia is stuck.

If she skips and gets caught, then they’ll call her mom. They always do. And that will just lead to another hour-long lecture about how she’s wasting away her potential followed by the standard two weeks without any form of entertainment whatsoever.

But if she stays…

“Fuck it,” Octavia mutters under her breath with a sudden newfound resolution.

Without another moment’s hesitation, Octavia swaps her backpack onto the opposite shoulder and takes off out of the locker room.

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Ten minutes later and Octavia finds herself crossing the football field, heading straight towards one of the few true hidden sanctuaries that their high school had to offer.

The space under the stadium bleachers had been the first spot Octavia had discovered last year during her hellish first month as a freshman. At first, it had been purely by accident, having stumbled upon it while trying to escape a mandatory all-school pep rally. But soon it became her go-to place whenever she needed a breather from the social gauntlet known as high school.

Octavia gives a quick, precautionary glance around for any possible onlookers and then slips under the bleachers. She drops her bag, closes her eyes, and breathes a deep sigh of relief. The familiar ambient sounds of the surrounding track and field wash over her, bringing a momentary sense of calmness with it.

Octavia knows that this is only a band-aid. A brief respite from the unnamed feeling that loves to wreak havoc just beneath the surface of her skin. This won’t won’t stop it from flaring up again.

Suddenly, the distinct sound of a food wrapper crinkling cuts through the stillness, grabbing Octavia’s attention. Her eyes pop back open and scan the shadowy length of the space.

Nothing… Nothing… Nothing…

“Rae?” Octavia blurts out in confusion as she spots the what looks to be the older latina in the near distance. “What are you doing under here?”

“Just thought I’d take a page from your book today,” Raven responds.

“Funny.” Octavia closes the gap between the two of them, and unceremoniously plops herself down next to Raven, giving her a once over as she does. There’s an odd puffiness to her rich chocolate eyes. Something that Octavia has never seen before. Almost as if it’s the remanence of recently cried tears. But it couldn’t be…

Raven doesn’t cry.  

“Oh, I’m fucking hysterical, Blake. Don’t you know that?” Raven gives Octavia a playful nudge with her shoulder and offers her the remaining half of the Twinkie she’s eating. “You want?”

A hint of a smile spreads across Octavia’s face as she snatches up the Twinkie from Raven and a bite. “I don’t get it. Why do you always have these things?”

“Twinkies?”

“Yeah.”

“Simple. Twinkies are the most superior food ever invented.”

Octavia’s eyebrows shoot up into her hairline. “Seriously?”

“Dead serious.”

“They’re not even a food.”

Raven grabs the crumpled up wrapper out of her jean pocket, flips it over to the ingredients and smooths it out for Octavia to see. “Says who? A serving of Twinkies has the perfect ratio of fats, carbs, and sodium needed to sustain the average human body for at least 4.5 hours. And they are virtually indestructible. These bad boys can even survive a nuclear fallout.”

“So can roaches.”

“But are they cream-filled?” Raven responds with her trademark smirk.

“Ewww.”

A comfortable silence falls between the two of them as Raven shifts her position, leaning back a bit to open up a space on her lap. No explanations are needed. Octavia automatically adjusts her own body accordingly, laying her head down within the open space as she has done so many times before. She lets out a deep sigh of content as she feels the all too familiar sensation of Raven’s fingers lightly scratching their way through her hair.

And suddenly…

It’s gone.

Or at least It’s temporarily crawled back into the deep, dark recesses of Octavia’s core until It randomly decides to re-emerge once again and wreak havoc on every inch of her very being.

She can breathe.

How does Raven do it? One simple motion. A feather-light touch of her fingers and presto. Octavia finds herself drenched in a tidal wave of complete and utter comfort.

There’s no other word for it.

Comfort.

That’s always been the single sensation that Raven-- and Raven alone-- evokes in her.

Octavia can’t pinpoint when this became a regular thing between the two of them, but she does remember the first time.

God, does she remember.

It had been the summer before Octavia’s freshman year. Bellamy had just left for college and Clarke, having finally woken up to her blatantly obvious feelings for Lexa, was in Vancouver vacationing with the Woods family at their cottage. This left Octavia genuinely alone for the first time ever. Sure, her mom and dad were around at night and during the weekends, but otherwise… Otherwise, it had just been her.

And that’s when It had begun. Too much time. Time alone. No distractions. Just Octavia and her thoughts. Too many thoughts. Thoughts that made her skin crawl with an unscratchable itch.

Something wasn’t right with her.

But then, one day -- the day that Octavia thought she’s couldn’t take another single second more of It-- Raven showed up. No explanation nor reason. Just waltzed right through the back door, grabbed a slice of leftover pizza from the fridge, and made herself at home.

They had spent that day in the confines of the basement, binging on junk food and old 80s movies. Breakfast Club. Sixteen Candles. And of course, Raven’s all-favorite, Weird Science.

It wasn’t until they reached Just One of the Guys, though, did Octavia notice the shift between the two of them. At first, it was beyond subtle. Somehow Raven had mysteriously moved closer on the couch, closing the gap. Not close enough that they were touching but still...

Still, it was different.

“You could pull that off.” The comment came so seamlessly out of Raven’s mouth that, as first, Octavia almost missed it. Just another throwaway comment of mindless commentary.

But it wasn’t.

Raven’s fingers casually made their around a loose lock of Octavia’s jet black hair, twirling it in a slow, rhythmic pattern. “Ripped jeans, button-down shirt, skinny black tie. Yeah. You could definitely pull that off, Blake.”

“You think?”

“Oh, I know. But you’d have to cut this off.” Raven, then switched to lightly scratching her fingers through Octavia’s hair and like clockwork, Octavia found herself hit with the sudden overwhelming urge to lay down in Raven’s lap. She attempted to fight it for a brief moment, slightly terrified of the unspoken boundary she would be crossing by doing so, but then swallowed down her fears and just let go.

And to Octavia’s surprise, it was met with nothing but warmth. Raven shifted her body, welcoming Octavia’s head in her lap and continued to run her fingers through the younger girl’s hair.

“Eh. I dunno Rae.”

“You should do it. You’d look freakin’ hot.”

A hint of a smile spread across Octavia’s face and for the first time in forever, she felt completely and utterly comfortable. She felt at home.

“I’ll think about it.”

After that day, Raven seemed to always be around the Grifin house. More than she usually was. And Octavia couldn’t help but love it. There was a natural ease between the two of them. A rhythm of sorts. As if…

As if life was merely meant to be this way.

The two of them.

“So you coming to Murphy’s tonight?” Raven’s voice snaps Octavia out of her thoughts and back into the moment.

“Clarke mentioned it, but I--”

“But what? Got somewhere better to be?”

“No,” Octavia quietly replies with a bit of a defensive bite to her voice.

“Come.”

“Rae…”

“Seriously. Come with me. We can be each other’s dates.”

A small laugh slips from Octavia’s lips. “Oh yeah. Finn would love that.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Finn,” Raven responds in no more than a whisper.

Octavia jerks her head upwards in surprise, catching Raven’s chocolate brown eyes and searches for an explanation -- any explanation -- as to the sudden change in mood towards Finn. But there’s nothing there. At least nothing that Raven is willing to offer up at the moment.

“Okay. I’ll go.”

“Of course you will, Blake. Don’t you know I’m the best date ever?”

Octavia gives a slight shake of her head in amused disbelief and then re-shifts her body, curling herself up even more into Raven. “Whatever, Rae.”

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“Check again.”

“Ma’am, I’ve already told you--”

“Check. Again,” Lexa says punctuating each syllable, hammering home her point. She stares at the attending nurse behind the reception desk with a cold, penetrating gaze that signifies one thing and one thing only… She isn’t going to back down.

“As I told you already, she’s not in our system,” the nurse responds with an underlying tone of frustration.

“But she will be, right? Once they bring her here,” Clarke chimes in, moving closer to Lexa as she does.

“Yes. The ambulance radioed in ten minutes ago. They’re bringing everyone here.”

“Everyone?” A look of confusion sweeps across Clarke’s face at these words.

“One DOA. A critical. And one stable.”

“DOA? Who’s the DOA?” Lexa's voice starts to break ever so slightly, causing Clarke to instantly move closer, but not too close. Just enough.

“I’m not at liberty to--”

“It’s my sister!”

“Lex.” Clarke crosses the line and places her hand down gently on Lexa’s forearm. The small but noticeable touch does the trick, momentarily grabbing Lexa’s attention. “Let’s go find my mom, okay? If she’s not here, then we can track down Jackson. One of them will be able to tell us what’s going on.”

Lexa doesn’t respond, but instead, sinks into Clarke’s touch, as her stoic rage quickly dissipates. She willing lets Clarke lead her away from the reception desk and towards a set of doors on the other side of the waiting room.

O watches the entire scene unfold before their eyes, tucked away in an isolated corner of the room, like an all too eerie case of deja vu.

Surreal.

It’s the only word that comes to mind. And even then it doesn’t feel quite adequate enough to describe what’s transpiring right in front of them.

Lexa.

Clarke’s Lexa. The one that all but left their sister a broken mess of a human without even a note saying goodbye.

The one that O has grown to loathe over the years as they were subjected to helplessly watch as their sister transformed into nothing more than a ghost of what she once was.

No. Surreal isn’t the right word. But O can’t seem to think of any others at the moment.

Clarke glances over her shoulder, catching O by the eyes and mouths “be right back,” before disappearing with Lexa through the set of doors.

O takes a moment, letting go of a breath of air they didn’t realize they had been holding in and runs their hands over their topknot. They aren’t exactly sure what do with themselves. O parks their body in a free chair and immediately their legs start bouncing at a frenetic pace, fueled by nothing but nerves and caffeine.  

They hate hospitals.

The greenish, sickly hue that all of the lights seem to cast upon every single object and person they touch. The constant chorus of machines beeping in the background. The cafeteria food that makes ramen noodle look like a gourmet meal. And the waiting…

God, the endless amounts of waiting. Unsure of what’s to come next. If--

Suddenly, the all too familiar sounds of the emergency bay doors bursting open cut through the silence of the room, fully grabbing hold of O’s attention. They watch as a chaotic blur of paramedics race a gurney across the room toward the emergency unit while desperately trying to keep the mangled mess of a human being before them alive.

“Move! Carter! Get the cart ready. She crashed two times already on the ride here. Multiple compound fractures collapsed lung on the left side, and possible internal bleeding,” one of the paramedics calls out as they hit the button for the emergency unit doors.

“Where’s the stable?” The nurse from behind the reception desk responds, quickly jumping to her feet to help clear a pathway.

“Right behind us. Broken collarbone and few deep lacerations.”

“Got it.”

Then, O spots it.

The tattered sleeve of a red bomber jacket with a faded Nasa patch. It dangles off the edge of the gurney, having been haphazardly cut from whoever was wearing it, but never entirely removed.

And suddenly…

O’s world comes to a crashing halt. Their lungs claw for air, and their vision starts to blur.

It can’t be.

But it can.

It can because it makes logical sense.

Lexa received a call saying that Anya had been in an accident and Anya is in a relationship with…     

“Raven.” The words slip out from O’s mouth as they helplessly watch the gurney disappear behind the emergency unit doors. They can’t seem to move, let alone blink as the realization fully sinks in.

It’s Raven.

Their Raven.

All O can do is stand there and stare.

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RANDOM  MUN FACTS  YOU SURELY WANT TO KNOW . repost, not reblog !

name : Holly nickname / s : None height : 5′ 8″ nationality : American favourite fruit : Mangoes favourite season : Autumn favourite scents : Anything fruity or flowery and not too heavy favourite colour / s : Purple, black, teal, silver (but mostly purple) favourite animals : Wolves, cats tea , coffee , hot cocoa :  Tea average hours of sleep : less than 6 on a work day is difficult…. when my blog was created : September 30, 2015 random fact : I spent five years in Japan from ages 12 to 17. favourite food :  Sushi. favourite t.v. show : Game of Thrones, The Expanse, The Orville, Brooklyn 99, The Umbrella Academy, Marvel’s The Runaways, and a shit ton of anime. favourite movie : Too many to accurately list. Among them: The Princess Bride, Labyrinth, The Dark Crystal, Willow, Hellboy II, The Breakfast Club, Better Off Dead, Sixteen Candles, 10 Things I hate About You, Midsummer Night’s Dream, Othello, Much Ado About Nothing. (yes, I know the last 3 are plays, but the film versions are amazing) favourite vine : Vines? Uhmm… no. sexuality :  Bisexual pronouns : she/her. favourite book series : The Dresden Files, The Pern series, the various series by Rick Riordan, The Goblin Hero series, The Princess series (last two by Jim C Hines), and various others that I could go on and on about for ages. favourite video game / s : Fire Emblem, Mass Effect, Diablo III, Heroes of the Storm, World of Warcraft, Vampire: Bloodlines favourite subject : Music, Theater, English. Yeah, it’s three. Sue me. guys or girls : Why not both? Both is good. last time I cried : Probably last week. Okay, most definitely last week. what I should be doing :  At the moment? Nothing! I’m not even slacking off at work! favourite fandoms :  Uhh…… yeah. I have things I enjoy, but not really a favorite fandom. I sort of quietly enjoy the things I like by myself, or with a select few other people who enjoy the same. It’s not really a fandom.

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Oliver’s John Hughes Theory

      “He’s not what people think he is at all. Sure, there are teenagers in his movies, but they are just props.”

      “Is that why the actors are all in their thirties?”  

      “He’s a deeply religious filmmaker—a holy man. You can tell from his choice of music. Every song expresses something even more rarefied than man’s search for God. It’s God’s yearning for man. Without us he’s nothing. Take ‘If You Leave,’ from Pretty in Pink.

      “Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,” I said.

      “Exactly! As a love song, it’s incoherent, but as a plea from a dejected deity, it’s marvelous.” He popped the tape in.

If you leave, don't leave now

Please don't take my heart away

Promise me, just one more night

Then we'll go our separate ways

We've always had time on our side

Now it's fading fast

Every second, every moment

We've gotta make it last

“And then of course there’s The Breakfast Club theme.”

Will you stand above me?

Look my way, never love me

Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling

Down, down, down

Will you recognize me?

Call my name or walk on by

Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling

Down, down, down, down              

      “I love that song,” Tammy said. “But I thought it was about the popular kids not saying hi to you in the hall.”

      “A common misconception,” he replied, before adding with a flourish, “You might have missed this hymn from Sixteen Candles.”

If you were here I could deceive you And if you were here You would believe

      “I’m hungry,” Tammy said. “And someone in this car needs a shower.”

      “It’s Oliver,” I said. “He’s trying to make sure God can smell him.”

From my Summertime Jews