that sign looks familiar

The Inpatient is an Until Dawn Prequel

Now, OK, it might be a stretch, but this caught my eye during the press conference for Sony. This part right here is apparently the building we are in.

Now, let’s see what that sign says..





It looks a lot better than it did in Until Dawn, but that is clearly the entrance shown in the first photo.

This is going to be the story of how the mining crew members became wendigos. 

If that isn’t the most exciting thing to hear about from Supermassive, I dunno what is.

Moon Signs:

The Moon rules your emotional self, the way you think and react to others.It also represents your inner mood. It is the second most important thing in your birth chart after your sun sign.

Aries Moon:Moon Sign Aries is happy, optimistic, and impatient. They live for the moment, forgetting all else. Instant gratification is their middle name. They are passionate and have no qualms about sharing how they feel. At the same time, they can be very independent. They don’t like to take no for an answer. They have the self-confidence to put themselves out there and they want to make a strong impression. Subtle does not describe this Sign. They are well-suited to meeting challenges that may destroy lesser people. 

Taurus Moon:Taurus Moon likes the familiar instead of the exotic. They will be prepared to put up with just about anything to preserve this familiar sense of security. Strong-willed, they are set in their ways. They want to create a solid, comfortable existence so they feel secure and happy. Moon in Taurus is steady, and makes those near them feel comforted. They can be very conservative and set in their ways. Sociable, Moon Sign Taurus loves companionship. They are emotionally balanced, and like to finish one thing before starting another.

Gemini Moon:Witty and charming, Gemini Moon is fun and pleasant to hang out with. Their twin aspect also makes them moody and irritable, though. If you can put up with the constant switch from one to the other, you will find that they are very interesting people to be around. They like to have a hand in everything, are usually well-informed and are the basis for the saying “curiosity killed the cat.” Their inquisitiveness is all-encompassing. Like other air signs, the Moon Sign Gemini is adept at saying what they think is expected before they have a chance to think about it.

Cancer Moon:Cancer Moon has a knack for being in touch with their feelings, as well as those of others. They may be so in touch with their feelings that they become very self-absorbed. At the same time, they are so in touch with others’ feelings that they can see through any superficial statements of well-being. They have a terrific memory, especially for emotional things. The Cancer Moon Sign looks for familiarity and security. They tend to cling to their home, their family and friends, and their possessions. They really appreciate peace and quiet, and they are not big fans of change.

Leo Moon:Leo Moon likes to be the center of attention… when they are comfortable in the situation. They may do a lot of entertaining at home and they have a great sense of comic timing. Those born with the Moon in Leo are talented organizers, and may bring that out of the point of trying to organise and  control their friends and family. They want to create and entertain… although they may end up being too lazy to actually put things together as often as they would like. Their natural bossiness helps them be good at delegating chores to others, although deep down they really want to treat others fairly.

Virgo Moon:Virgo Moon looks to the little things in life for their happiness and security. They may deny it, but they actually enjoy activities like running errands, taking care of details, and so on. They may complain about it, but as long as they feel appreciated they will  do their best to not only take care of themselves, they’ll take care of you, too. They will usually be the first to volunteer to help someone else. They may be a bit low in self-esteem, but many are very happy to have a normal, pedestrian life. Simplicity is their mantra and they feel most at home when they can go through life without a lot of public attention. 

Libra Moon:Libra Moon does not like to be alone… they thrive in a partnership. Many will get married young or choose to move in with someone. In order to facilitate this, they may make a lot of concessions to their partner in order to keep the peace. They are social, sympathetic and they love a rousing debate. They need someone they can feel an intellectual and emotional rapport with.Libra Moon wants someone with them all the time… even for that little trip to fill up the gas tank. They believe there is strength in numbers. Charming and attractive, they are often found flirting. They are usually very gentle and refined in their manners. They make friends easily, and may be fickle.

Scorpio Moon:Scorpio Moon lives for emotional intensity. They have the ability to see through anyone right to their innermost feelings. This can be disturbing to some people and intriguing for others. They have a need for change and rebirth. Their life may be full of drama and upheaval which they feel is out of their control. But if their life begins tofeel “normal” they are the first one to create some test for someone in their life just to create excitement. Emotional drama fulfills them.Scorpio Moon wants it all… they don’t do anything halfway or waste their time with meaningless relationships. They want commitment. They may also expect their partner to give up something for them, although they have a deep fear of betrayal. 

Sagittarius Moon: Sagittarius Moon is happy-go-lucky and free-spirited… as long as they aren’t cooped up. They need space and personal freedom to be happy. They love to be physically active. Travel, sports, socializing… it doesn’t matter what it is as long as it is active. They love open spaces, indoors and out. Optimistic and cheerful, Sagittarius Moon is always upbeat, even when they’ve disappointed you for the third time because they once again forgot the lunch date you had planned.They are competitive and love the outdoors. They are usually natural athletes, or if not, they appreciate athleticism in others.

Capricorn Moon: Capricorn Moon needs to feel useful and productive. They are competent and collected, even when their emotions are churning beneath the surface. They want realistic goals and clear boundaries set. They are not risk takers. They much prefer security and safety and plan ahead for every eventuality.Capricorn Moon does not deal well with all those messy emotions… they are frightened of dealing with them. While they can have some mood swings and can dip pretty far into the darkness themselves, they don’t like to delve into this side. The Capricorn Moon Sign person is their own worst critic, and they can be really hard on themselves. They often hide their own sensitivity behind a sarcastic demeanor.

Aquarius Moon: Aquarius Moon is very observant. They love to study human nature and analyze why everyone around them acts the way they do. They are often shy themselves, and may appear a bit detached. If you sit down and talk with an Aquarius Moon, they will probably tell you that they always felt “different” when they were growing up. While they can be sociable, at heart they would rather be on their own.They may have a strong ego, and they"ll do their level best to be unusual. It is not their lot to be mainstream or “fit in." 

Pisces Moon: Those born with a Pisces Moon will often have strong psychic abilities. They find it easy to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes and are amazingly compassionate and full of love. Unfortunately, this capacity also makes it easy for them to lose themselves in others’ problems. They are natural romantics, and never forget a gift on Valentine’s Day or someone’s birthday.Pisces Moon appears to know all the nuances of human behavior. They are easily amused. They may be labelled as "spaced out,” but they are deeper than most people think. They are easily misunderstood since they often get lost in their dreams.

Everything You’ve Ever Wanted

FP Jones x Reader

Notes: Lemme tell ya about my love for FP Jones, its huge and everyone can fight me okay. And ya’ll can’t tell me he ain’t one of the hottest dad’s you’ve ever seen. Inspired by the song With Arms Wide Open by Creed.

Word Count: 1219

Warnings: The feels.

Disclaimer: I do not own this gif, or FP Jones, so if you own either, let me know and I’ll give you full credit. I do own this work.

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California Gothic
  • There is a cloud today, just one. You look at it with a faint flare of hope; It is pure white and holds no hope of rain. You get out your umbrella to encourage it. It’s an airplane trail.
  • It rained last night, and the entire town is hungover. Streetlights blink red, confusing every driver who dares to approach. Half your city is without power. Auto wrecks litter the sides of streets, but each only involves one car. “We really got soaked last night!” They say, smiling behind their sunglasses. There was less than an inch of precipitation.
  • You go into the Valley. You don’t know why you’re here. The road stretches on for miles in front of you, and everything is flat and dead as far as the eye can see. The speed limit is 55, but the truck you are behind is going 30. You pass a sign that tells you there will be a passing lane in 18 miles. The regret grows in your stomach like the piles of tumbleweeds crowding the fences. Free them. Free yourself.
  • You have been in traffic for two hours. None of the signs look familiar anymore, but you haven’t moved. Where are you? Where is the city? All the houses look the same, but there are no more exit ramps. You realize you don’t know what your Freeway number is, and you know true fear.
  • “Let’s go to the beach!” They say. “The beach is great!” It is March, and the water is too cold. “We’ll have so much fun at the beach!” You are already at the beach. The beach never ends. The beach is eternal.
  • You have been driving for nine hours without stopping. You are still in California. There is no escape.
Flee (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I really liked this idea and I didn’t have any requests at the time so I decided to write it and I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I hope you like this as much as I do 😝
Warnings: fluff to the max, mentions of abuse, sexual assault, name calling
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader escaped her kidnapper and comes to a strangers door looking for help
Request: ❌
Upcoming Imagine: part 2 of…
Cold, harsh air stung your throat as you sprinted down a poorly lit street.
You constantly looked behind you to see if he was following you.
The sick man had you kept for 3 days and when he came to give you your daily beating, you used a metal pole to strike him in the head as you escaped.
You saw a familiar apartment complex and quickly ran up the stairs.
Your friend lived here, her name was Holland but you can’t remember what floor or number her room was so you pounded on a random door.
“Please open! I need help!” You yelled looking behind you.
It’s become second nature.
“Get the hell away!” You heard a raspy voice say.
You had no clue what time it was but you knew it was very early in the morning.
You looked for streams of light under doors, but there weren’t any.
You ran up another flight of stairs.
“Holland! Please tell me where you are! I need you I need help.” You yelled looking for any sign of a familiar number.
You pounded on doors, feeling sorry for waking anyone but no one answered, just yelled or kept quiet.
You started sobbing, knocking on the last door before you gave up.
You slouched down to the right of the door as you hugged your knees.
The beating, the yelling, the… assault, it all started flooding your mind again.
You cried and cried until the door you sat underneath opened and you saw a tall, young man with messy hair stand above you.
“Hey are you okay?” He asked noticing your stained cheeks as you sat at his door.
“Please I need your help. Do you know where Holland lives? Holland Reeves? She lives in this apartment complex and I need help.” You cried as he grabbed your forearms gently.
“I-I’m sorry I don’t know a Holland. You don’t look okay, do you…” he paused and his eyes widened.
“Are you… are you Y/N L/N?” He asked.
You looked up into his eyes for the first time.
They were so warm and welcoming.
You softly nodded, confused on how he knew your name.
“Hi um… my name is Spencer Reid. I work for the FBI and we… are actually working on your case. Oh my god… how did you escape?” He asked. “Wait… come in. Your freezing… I won’t hurt you. I’ll show you my credentials.” He said pulling you into his warm apartment.
You felt thousands of pounds lift off of your shoulders as he led you to his couch.
“I promise I won’t hurt you. Here look. I’m with the FBI.” He said handing you the black leather pocketbook.
You didn’t need proof that he was a good man, and he was very cautious around you, making sure your comfortable and unalarmed.
You nodded and handed it back to him.
He set it on the side table and kneeled next to you.
“Can I see your arm?” He asked holding his hand out.
You lifted your arm and he took it in his hand before examining it.
“Have you been punctured or injected with anything?” He asked gently setting your arm down.
You shook your head and he looked at your other arm.
His eyes trailed up to your face, where he observed your black eye and bloody face.
“You poor thing.” He whispered brushing hair out of your face, examining the open cut on your forehead.
“Can you tell me what he did to you?” He asked sitting next to you.
“He beat me, called me names like slut, bitch, starved me.” You said, the memories coming back as you named them.
“Did… did he sexually assault you?” He asked quietly.
You looked into his eyes and bit your lip before nodding as tears rolled down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry. No one deserves that.” He said rubbing your back.
You turned into his shoulder and started sobbing.
He awkwardly hugged you, placing a hand on your head and one around your back, being careful to keep his hands high enough.
“Do you want to take a warm shower? I can give you a change of clothes. They might be big but it’s better than this.” He said rubbing your bare shoulder that was only covered by a tank top strap.
You nodded and smiled for the first time in days.
“Okay follow me.” He said standing up and waiting for you as you took your time to stand up due to the pain.
He slowly walked you to his bathroom where he started the water.
“Is this okay?” He said after letting the water run.
You put your hand underneath it, de-thawing your cold hand.
“Yes that’s perfect.” You said.
“Ok good. I’m going to grab you a towel and clothes. I’ll be right back.” He said leaving before shortly returning.
He set the items down on top of the toilet.
“If you need me, I won’t be far. Just call my name, I’ll hear you.” He said before closing the door.
You slowly dropped your clothes to the floor before stepping inside the warm shower.
Goosebumps raised on your skin as the warm water cascaded over your sore body.
You saw the water tint pink as blood washed from your face.
You washed your hair with coconut scented shampoo and washed your body with a somewhat manly soap that smelt super good.
You turned off the water and got dried off fairly quickly, eager to sit down again.
You put on the soft button up shirt and sweatpants that Spencer provided you.
He was right, the clothes were huge, but so comfortable.
You carefully opened the door and Spencer immediately came around the corner.
“How are you feeling?” He asked inconspicuously observing you in his clothes.
“Much better thank you so much. I would probably be dead if it weren’t for you.” You said with a small smile.
“Of course. Do you like chicken noodle soup? I made some and I figured you were hungry.” He said awkwardly standing in front of you.
You nodded quickly and he led you to his couch again while he retrieved a bowl with steam pouring out of it.
He sat next to you and spooned a little out before blowing on it.
You were about to take the bowl from him but he shallowly pulled it away before looking into your eyes with sympathy before putting the spoon of warm soup in your mouth.
“Mmm.” You said as you swallowed the warm broth.
He smiled and spooned out more, this time with noodles and chicken.
“You know chicken noodle soup is the most recommended thing to eat when people are healing because it’s packed with nutrients. You get protein from the chicken, carbohydrates from the noodles and lots of vitamins from the broth.” He said before feeding more heavenly soup to you.
You nodded, not knowing what to say after his little rant.
“I know your capable of feeding yourself but I figured you were sore and preferred if I did instead.” He said as he continued feeding you.
“Thank you and sorry for waking you. You looked like I broke you from a peaceful sleep.” You said recalling his messy hair.
“What makes you say that?” He asked curiously.
“Oh um… your hair I guess.” You said as heat rose to your cheeks.
“Oh heh my hair is always like that. Awake or asleep. I wasn’t asleep so don’t worry. You actually gave me something to do rather than reread a book.” He said with a small smile.
“What are you doing up so late?” You asked taking more notice of his apartment.
The dark green walls, one filled with a bookcase.
“It wasn’t so late. It’s only midnight now.” He said looking at the clock.
It’s a lot earlier than you thought.
“Do you read a lot?” You asked pointing to his bookcase.
“I do yes. I’ve read them all.” He said as you took more soup on your mouth, almost spitting it out.
“All of them?”
“Well I have an eidetic memory and I can read 20,000 words per minute so it doesn’t take me that long.” He said with another beautiful smile.
“Wow.” You muttered under your breathe as you took the last bite of soup.
“Are you still hungry? I can make you more.” He said standing up.
“No I’m full. Thank you though.” You said hugging your knees as you sat on his couch.
“Are you allergic to anything? Can I give you ibuprofen, if you want it.” He said kindly.
“Ibuprofen would be great.” You said yawning.
You trusted him and you knew he wouldn’t give you any drugs or something weird like that.
He brought you two little tablets and a tall glass of water.
You took the pills and drank the full glass of water.
“Is there anything else you need besides sleep?” He asked.
“No but I need to thank you again. Thank you for saving my life and taking care of me. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” You said standing up.
“No need. It was my choice, not a favor. It was my pleasure keeping you here. Believe me it takes a lot of stress away knowing your alive.” He said.
You felt tears fill your eyes as you heard his sincere words.
You lunged towards him and gave him a big hug.
He had no clue what to do but eventually, he wrapped his arms around you as well.
“Thank you so much.” You said into his chest.
“No problem. Um I can take the couch and you can have my bed.” He said leading you to his bedroom.
He turned on the light, revealing his big cozy bed that had at least 6 blankets on it.
You slowly crawled on top of it and pulled the blankets from beneath you.
“The heater breaks a lot so I have lots of blankets in case it gets cold.” He said lifting them for you to get underneath.
Once you did, he laid them on top of you and you swear you haven’t felt anything softer.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need anything okay?” He said.
You kept quiet, hesitating to ask for something.
“You do need something. I’ll get it for you, anything you need.” He said reading your face like the pages he was reading earlier.
“I’m okay. Thank you again.” You said with a smile.
He squinted his eyes at you. “Are you sure? Last call, just say the words.”
You looked at the lamp and then to the blankets that were covering your body.
“You.” You quietly said.
“M-me?” He asked, reassuring that’s what you said.
“I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.” You said looking up at him with a smile.
“Well… I don’t know where else I would sleep. I’ll take the floor if you want me in here.”
“I want you to sleep in bed next to me dummy.” You said laughing.
His face lit up with realization.
“Oh… are you sure?” He asked.
He nodded and said “okay” before turning off the light and walking to the other side of the bed.
You felt the bed dip next to you and you turned to face him.
You both looked each other in the eyes in the dim moonlight.
“Thank you again.” You said with a smile.
“No problem.” He whispered.
You turned back around, facing your back to him.
A little later, you were almost asleep but you heard Spencer whisper something.
“Hm?” You mumbled.
“Can… can I hug you?” He quietly asked.
You smiled and nodded before feeling his gentle arms wrap around you.
Your back rested on his chest and you felt his hot breathe on the back of your neck as he traced circles on your wrists.
You eventually fell asleep to his gentle touch and shallow breathes.

Jughead & Reader: Just Like The Movies

Summary: For years you’ve crushed on Jughead Jones but never had the courage to tell him. One night the two of you are at a party and neither of you are having a good time. Jughead decides to take you to the drive-in where the two of you spend the night together.

Requested by: anonymous

Listen to: Greek Tragedy - The Wombats

“Come on! Dance with us!” Veronica said as she tried to pull you off the couch. You wouldn’t budge. 

“No thanks.” You laughed shyly, afraid that if you obliged you would only embarrass yourself in front of all the people at your school. You spent your entire high school career avoiding possible embarrassing situations so you could make it until graduation without people laughing at you. 

Veronica playfully rolled her eyes at you then let you go to sit alone on the couch. The party seemed fun and you thought that there would be a possibility of having a good time, so you decided to join your friends. But as soon as you stepped inside and saw all of the under-age drinking going on and the terrible dancing, you decided you were more comfortable just watching. 

Though you spent a good amount of time laughing at awkward situations you observed, like Dilton Doiley getting rejected by one of the high school seniors, or Moose accidentally spilling his beer all over Kevin, you honestly wanted to go home. 

Parties weren’t really your thing because you hated dancing, hated a lot of the music they played, found no joy in dancing with guys you thought were creepy, and didn’t enjoy drinking. The only reason you stayed was because you were holding out hope that maybe he’d show up. 

Jughead Jones was similar to yourself. He also hated parties and basically anything to do with Riverdale. But a lot of his friends were at the party and you thought that maybe they’d also force him to come. You were hopeful. 

You decided it was getting a little too crowded in the house so you walked out to the backyard. A few groups of people were hanging around, talking and drinking so you weren’t totally alone as you had expected. You looked around the backyard and found a bench near a garden. You sat down and thought of how many excuses you could use to leave, when someone joined you. 

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You know one thing I really hate about the PPG reboot? (Besides how terrible it is).

It doesn’t acknowledge the extended universe with established Genndy Tartakovsky shows like Dexter’s Laboratory and Samurai Jack. People can argue whether they are just easter eggs or not, but Dexter I’d say is canon to PPG universe because of the numerous appearances of Dexter, and the episode “Members Only.” They just never had an animated crossover. (They had a comicbook one at least).

Then there is Samurai Jack. This one isn’t so subtle, but there are some similarities between the two. The biggest one being Jack and the Professor’s appearance. The art styles are so strikingly similar with their blocky appearance, people always thought they were the same person! (Even though they aren’t). I always enjoyed the theory though, like maybe they are related somehow. Maybe Jack is an ancestor of the Professor. The Professor could have a mixed background of caucasian and asian parents. Who knows. Then there is the apocalypse theory, which is really interesting. In the very second episode of SJ, we see this destroyed and decaying city that looks awfully familiar. A billboard sign of the Talking Dog from the Powerpuff Girls episode “Uh Oh Dynamo” can be seen. People say that the leveled city could be Townsville itself, and that when Aku took over, the world was plunged into darkness, with not even the girls being able to stop him. It’s a darker theory, but I still kind of like it.

Anyways, PPG, Dexter, and Samurai Jack aren’t exactly canon with each other. (Maybe Dexter with PPG, I’d assume so). But the fact is that the creators always loved to reference each other’s work in their own shows, and it helped build this established universe that us fans would love to fantasize about. The fact that the reboot took these references out is a complete disgrace, and goes to show that the staff on that show truly don’t appreciate the fandom that the Craig McCracken and Genndy Tartakovsky CN era gave to us.

Artwork by: @3orochi on Twitter.

Originally posted by visual-17

word count: 886

He pushed through the many other fansites at the airport terminal, many of them giving him dirty looks and shouting at him as a result. He kept his hoodie up though, and let his mask cover his face, trying his hardest not to turn around and thoroughly apologize to everyone he’d shoved past.

But this was his job.

Not the pushing past people part, but that didn’t matter. 
Making sure he was in a spot where he was unnoticeable, he waited as the person walked through the airport, waving at the many other fans they passed by, and grimacing.

Most likely at the jet lag, Mingyu decided.

Sighing, he snapped whatever decent photos he could of you, and quickly ran to the exit of the airport.

You seemed not to notice him—male fansite photographers weren’t that rare, and at the end of the day, he seemed to just be another one of them, anyway. Seemed harsh, but after all, you couldn’t be bothered to remember every fan that came up to you.

Swiftly shoving his camera back inside his bag, he had all the tracking info he needed to keep you safe.
From what, exactly, was another story.

Mingyu dialed a number on his phone. The other line picked up with a questioning tone.

“It’s been done.”

He continued to slip in a taxi and followed suit behind your car, scribbling down the license plate number in a small pad. Taking a quick peek at himself in the reflection of his phone, he cursed. Light blonde hair peeked out of the beanie he wore even under the hood, and he knew he was done for.

He fucked up. 

Mingyu stopped the taxi about a mile from your assumed destination, in order to get rid of suspicion. He pulled his beanie farther down over his head, and removed his hood, trying his best to look as neutral and normal as possible.

He thanked the cab driver and walked down the street. The avenue was extremely crowded, and he winced, hoping he wouldn’t miss his chance this time.

Completely unaware of the situation, you stepped out of the car, your manager giving you directions and information on where you were going. You nodded, and smiled for the cameras.

Mingyu glanced at his watch.

5 minutes.

He cursed, and broke off into a sprint. If he fucked up this time, he’d be so done for. He’d hate himself eternally.

He once again shoved past more people (which he actually apologized for this time in his head), and slowed to a run as he reached the cafe where your car stood parked.

He looked at his watch again. 

3 minutes.

Trying his best to blend into his surroundings, he spent the next minute pondering over his job.

Could he really spend the rest of his life doing this for a living? You’d have to notice him at some point, and the last thing he wanted you to know him as was a crazy, deranged fan.

He stared at the car merely feet away from him, the sleek piano black finish of it truly astounding.

2 minutes.

You’d only began to walk out of the cafe when a strange man stopped you in your tracks. He was panting and sweating, which put you off a little bit, but he was cute. He looked familiar too, but you set that thought aside.

You signed a few things for him, and your manager nudged you to hurry it up, but it would seem this stranger had an endless amount of things for you to sign. He’d most likely end up auctioning them off, as usual, but you gave him some of your time.

Five seconds.

And in those seconds, the car in front of the cafe completely exploded to bits, the cafe doors being blown open with glass shards, and Mingyu jumped over you, shielding you from the blast and other debris.

It took you a few minutes to come to, and you stared horrifyingly at the car that was previously your own.

You looked around for the strange man, but he was gone, and so was your manager, oddly enough.

Mingyu panted, already dialing a number. He sat behind the building in the alley, the brick walls allowing him some rest.

The phone picked up. “So what’s my next hair color going to be? Red? Orange would be a nice touch.”

The voice on the other line scoffed. “Nothing. You’re done, Ming. You cut it way too close that time, and I don’t think Coups can handle another one.” 

Mingyu protested, but it was too late. “No, damn it. We’ll give this case to Vernon, and I’ll assign you another. If you keep doing this, do be aware that we won’t be as nice next time.”

He chuckled, a sad sound. Mingyu didn’t want another. 

It would just be another celebrity for him to fall in love with, and then get his heart crushed because he knows he can’t have them.

Fate was a cruel thing, and Mingyu had become its main target. He shed a tear, and then stood up, sniffling.

“After all, it’s my job,” he muttered dejectedly, and began making his way down the alley, pulling his hood over his head once again and waiting for the dispatch car.

Hot Cocoa (Ben Platt x Reader)

Hot Cocoa

Ben Platt x fem!reader


Words: 493

Warnings: none?

Tags: @patheticforaesthetics

A/N: Woop..Two imagines posted in a day.

Requested by @patheticforaesthetics : “Can I have an imagine where the reader is part of the original cast of hamilton (she plays Lafeyetts wife and Jefferson wife cause she sings a lot) and her husband Ben Platt visits her after the show!”


Ben was a busy person. So were you. But that didn’t stop you guys from surprising each other with things all the time. Like this one time.

It was a cold day and you had a pretty much booked day at the theatre. You were in Hamilton, you played Lafayette’s and Jefferson’s wives, and it was a very frantic day for, not only you but the whole cast.

It was a two show night, and you had rehearsal that morning and you offered to help with the costumes that morning before rehearsal as well.

So you did as you could to help with the costumes before rehearsal rolled around.

Rehearsal seemed to drag on for forever and when it finally ended, you all went out for lunch, which was kind of hectic. You and Jazzy talked about the latest trends basically the entire time while everyone else around you buzzed to each other.

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Not so Fun “Fun Fact”:

So I know the Camp Camp salute is supposed to mean something inappropriate (at least I think)… But I recently learned the ASL term for “goody two shoes” or “goody goody” because of a project I’m working on, and I couldn’t help but think “Why does this hand sign look so familiar—then it struck me.

They are kind of similar…

This has been a fun fact that probably nobody else besides me will actually care about! XD

Dylan & Eric:  Astrology Series      ♒  Moon Signs  ♋

Their Moon Sign…

represents your emotions and how you process them.  This is your “inside self”.

The Moon also makes up a person’s unconscious habits.  Your feelings, where they transpire and how you deal with them all, reside within your Moon. Your Moon also carries the flavor of your Sun, and your Moon could touch many of your other aspects that may dictate exactly how the wheels within your Moon rotate.  Overall, your Moon is where those raw emotions sit and the state of them.     For some, their Moon may drive their personality more so than their Sun sign.  However, it is important not to give any one placement more significance over another.  Some believe the Moon subconsciously brings your past into your present and indirectly makes decisions based on that experience, not taking into account that every experience, as we are living it, is a new one.

                               AQUARIUS MOON   ♒  

Aquarius Moon is very observant. They love to study human nature and analyze why everyone around them acts the way they do. They are often shy themselves…

and may appear a bit detached. If you sit down and talk with an Aquarius Moon, they will probably tell you that they always felt “different” when they were growing up. While they can be sociable, at heart they would rather be on their own.They may have a strong ego, and they"ll do their level best to be unusual. It is not their lot to be mainstream or “fit in.” They can be idealistic and progressive, but they pretend that jealousy, fear and possessiveness don’t exist… that they are somehow above such petty emotions. This may make them appear distant and emotionally unavailable.  Aquarius Moon Sign person is kind and compassionate, though it may tend to be shown more as a broad philosophy rather than in actual actions. While they may seem aloof, in fact they enjoy the eccentricities of those around them, and they feel confident in giving their partners a lot of freedom. Their optimism and friendliness helps them attract lots of friends. When they are unhappy, they tend to focus on their activities to such an extent that those around them have difficulty figuring out that something is wrong.

When an Aquarius moon feels insecure, they may become brooding and aloof.  It’s often difficult to remove yourself from a situation that is causing you turmoil.  You may have difficulty expressing this discontent to others and will avoid these insecurities by following others’ causes for action.  Aquarius Moons have a requirement to be emotionally independent from others and will defend most outward displays of irrational behaviour.  They seek to understand such things because they cannot ever see themselves being able to behave in that manner

                                     CANCER MOON  ♋

Cancer Moon moods can be turbulent but are often kept on the “inside” unless you have a healthy outlet to express yourself..

While others have moved on from a hurt, those born under a Moon in Cancer may tend to keep dwelling on them It’s important to note that a Cancer moon can be self-defeating sometimes and spend too much tending to an emotional wound instead of addressing it and moving forward. They may tend to feel taken for granted, and they don’t like to confront others, so they may leave hints about their unhappiness to get your attention. They can become very manipulative in some cases.

Cancer Moon has a knack for being in touch with their feelings, as well as those of others. They may be so in touch with their feelings that they become very self-absorbed. At the same time, they are so in touch with others’ feelings that they can see through any superficial statements of well-being. They have a terrific memory, especially for emotional things. The Cancer Moon Sign looks for familiarity and security. They tend to cling to their home, their family and friends, and their possessions. They really appreciate peace and quiet, and they are not big fans of change. Devoted and accommodating, they do not like superficiality. When they have feelings of insecurity, they may attempt to create a sense of it by accumulating things around them. They have a delightful sense of humor that borders on the loony and can be amazingly funny. At the same time, they can be moody, which can confuse those who don’t know them well. They may behave erratically at times, but they have a unique angle on life. They are also very affectionate and protective.When they feel understood, they return the feelings of tenderness and warmth in abundance. They are very dependable, mood swings and all. They are creative and sensitive. They are vulnerable to the influence of those they spend time with. It may be difficult for them to express their own opinions, rather than just reflect those around them.

Previous posts of the Astrology Series: The Boys:
Sun Signs | Rising Signs

Welcome To Brisbane (Lin X Reader)

WC: 3688

Summary: Lin and the reader are internet friends, and Lin informs the reader that he’s visiting Brisbane. The reader plans a ‘best of’ tour for him.

Warnings: Language, australian slang, slow burn

A/N: Day 4 of the @hamwriters write-a-thon. These imagines just keep getting longer, but hey, I don’t mind.

I sighed, walking in to my place with an invisible weight on my shoulders. I checked the clock on my wall and saw that it was 9:30. I groaned at the fact that today was another case of late night, early morning classes the next day. I opened my laptop and scrolled through Tumblr, laughing at some of the posts that popped up on my dash. I suddenly heard my phone buzz and I picked it up, wincing slightly at the light. I noticed that it was from Lin and I felt myself perk up a little.

Linny: Hey Y/N! I know it’s probably late at night for you, but I thought I’d send you a text to let you know that you’ve got someone in your corner all the way across the sea. Keep fighting cariña. You can do it.

I read the text and felt my cheeks heat up at his pet name. I read it over once more and decided to pull up Skype on my laptop. I clicked on his contact and called him, hoping that he picked up. His face suddenly appeared on my laptop and I shot him a tired smile. “Buenos días Linny.” I said and Lin smiled brightly. “You should speak Spanish more often. It sounds good when you speak it.” Lin said and I felt my cheeks flush pink. “That’s not why I called you Miranda.” I said and Lin chuckled, yawning slightly. “Bad day?” He said and I nodded. “Like you wouldn’t believe. It’s 9:30 pm and I only just got home.” I said and Lin’s jaw dropped. “Seriously?” He said and I nodded. “Uni was hella stressful. Because it’s June it’s getting cold and midterm exams are coming up and I’m drowning in work. Not to mention my asshole boss and insensitive coworkers.” I ranted, running a hand through my hair as I spoke. Lin set his phone down against something so his full body was in shot, and I chuckled at his choice of pyjamas. “Well, I have exciting news for you mi reina.” Lin said and I froze momentarily. He called me his queen. “And what would that be Lin-Manuel?” I said and Lin shook his head slightly. “You know only my dad calls me that.” He said and I nodded, leaning back in my chair. “I know. Anyway, what’s your news?” I said and Lin’s face brightened, his smile widening greatly. “I’m coming to Brisbane!” Lin cheered and I felt my jaw drop so low it almost hit the floor. “Oh my god. Seriously?” I shouted and Lin nodded, his smile bright. “My flight leaves Friday morning, so I’ll get in Saturday morning!” Lin said and I laughed, shocked and in disbelief. “You’re coming here. To Brisbane. On Saturday.” I said, trying to process what I was hearing. “Yep. Technically I leave on Friday, but yes. I’m coming to Brisbane Y/N.” Lin said and I smiled widely. “I wanna hug you but I can’t.” I said and Lin laughed, nodding slightly. “Same here. I can, however, hug you on Saturday.” Lin said and I nodded vigorously. “I can’t wait.” I said and Lin’s cheeks went a dusty pink. “I wish we could talk a little longer, but you look incredibly tired and I have to get to work soon. I’ll see you on Saturday!” Lin said and I waved at the camera. “See you on Saturday. Adíos Lin.” I said and Lin smiled. “Adíos Y/N.” Lin said, waving slightly at the camera. I waved back, and pressed the end call button. I sunk down in my stool, praying for Saturday to come fast.

I woke up bright and early Saturday morning, at 6:30 to be precise. I got out of bed and pulled on a decent outfit and ate faster than normal, and began the drive to Brisbane International Airport. I made it to the arrivals section in record time and glanced at my sign once more. It read ‘Linny Boy!’ and I chuckled, hoping he liked it. I checked the time and saw that it was 7:30, and Lin’s flight landed in ten minutes. I spent about twenty minutes patiently waiting, tapping my foot on the clean airport floor. I suddenly heard the intercom call out something about a flight from Los Angeles landing and I perked up. I saw people make their way out to the arrival area and I held up my sign proudly, gaining some strange looks from other people.  I saw a familiar mop of unruly black hair and I gasped, realising that it was Lin. “Lin!” I shouted, hoping he could hear me over the crowds of people. Lin looked around and made eye contact with me, his eyes wide and his smile bright. He jogged over a little and I smiled, placing my sign in my bag. “Y/N!” Lin called just as eagerly, and almost tackled me in a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly, overjoyed at having him here in the flesh. “Oh my god it’s you. You’re actually here.” I said and Lin chuckled, taking in a deep breath. “I’m here. Now, let’s go. I’ve had enough of airports.” Lin said and I laughed, reluctantly letting go of him. “You got your bags mate?” I said and Lin laughed a little. “You sound so Australian when you say mate.” Lin said and I groaned, my cheeks going a little pink. “Shut up and take your bags.” I said and Lin smiled and grabbed the two suitcases that lay near his feet. “Come on. My car’s not that far away.” I said and Lin nodded, wheeling his bags behind me as he walked. “Gosh, it’s so pretty here.” Lin said and I half-smiled, looking out at Brisbane city. “It’s not that great.” I said and Lin scoffed, mock hitting my shoulder. “It’s beautiful, so be quiet.” Lin said and I nodded, glancing over at him. He looked very good in person. “So, what’re the plans for today?” Lin said and I smiled, unlocking my car. “Well, I’m gonna take you back to my place and you can set up your room and dump your stuff. Then we’re gonna head down to Southbank for lunch and maybe a swim. Then I know this great Chinese place in the Valley that we can go for dinner.” I said and Lin looked at me with an amused smile. “The Valley? Do you just have this giant valley with restaurants along the side? God you Australians are weird.” Lin said and I groaned, shoving him as he entered the car. “Shut up. It’s this placed called Fortitude Valley. Australians are super lazy, so we shorten everything. It’s pretty schmick, but that’s where Chinatown is, and therefore, my favourite Chinese restaurant.” I said and Lin chuckled once more. “Schmick? Do you speak another language down here?” Lin said and I rolled my eyes, starting the car. “You haven’t heard the half of it Linny boy.” I said and Lin laughed, shaking his head slightly. “So, where’s your apartment?” Lin asked and I shot him a sly smile. “It’s near St Lucia. I go to uni at UQ, so I’ve gotta be close to school. Thank god for student accomodation.” I said and Lin laughed, nodding his head. “Amen to that.” He said and I smiled, turning on the radio. I decided to listen to whatever CD was in there, and I blushed as the opening notes to In The Heights filled the car. Lin looked at me with disbelief and surprise, before his smile turned into a smirk. “You’ve got my CD in your car.” Lin said and I nodded, desperately trying to hide my blush. “It’s cute.” Lin said and my eyes widened. We began singing along as Lin’s voice played over the speakers, and the drive to my flat seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye. “You know, you’d make a very good Vanessa.” Lin said as we got out of the car. I rolled my eyes to try and cover up the fact that I was freaking out internally. “My voice isn’t that great.” I said and Lin frowned, shaking his head. “I beg to differ. I just heard you singing It Won’t Be Long Now and lemme just say, you could give Karen a run for her money.” Lin said and I blushed slightly, shaking my head. “You’re too kind sir.” I said and Lin chuckled  taking his bag out of the boot. We chatted between ourselves as we approached my flat. “Here we are. Casa del Y/L/N.” I said and Lin smiled, looking around my place. “For student accomodation, this is really nice. My room in college was horrendous. Not to mention my dorm mate sucked.” Lin said and I laughed as he set his bags down on the couch. “So, how far away is this mysterious Southbank you speak of?” Lin said, sitting on my couch as if he were at home. “It’s about 5 to 10 minutes down the road. Did you pack your togs?” I said and Lin stared at me with blank eyes. “My what?” Lin asked and I laughed, realising he had no clue what I meant. “Your togs. Swimmers. Swimsuit. Bathers. Whatever the hell you yanks call them.” I said and Lin’s eyes widened in realisation. “Oh. I swear you speak another language down here, my god.” He said and I chuckled, nodding my head. “Yep. Now I suggest chucking your swimmers in my bag so that that way you can just change when we get there.” I said and Lin nodded, opening one of his suitcases and rifling through it. He pulled out a pair of black swim shorts and I caught them as he suddenly threw them at me. “Oh, and get your thongs out as well. You’ll need them if we go to the beach.” I said and Lin looked at me with horror written all over his face. I froze and then burst out into peals of laughter, seriously contemplating taking a photo of his face. “Oh my god. Flip flops. I forgot you Americans think thongs are underwear.” I said and Lin’s face slowly went red as he pulled out a pair of blue thongs. He threw them at me and I had to duck to avoid getting hit with one. “You Australians are so weird, dear lord.” Lin said and I nodded, picking up my already packed swimming bag. “Don’t be such a sour puss Miranda. Let’s get going.”

“You built, a beach?” Lin called when we got out of the car. “Uh huh. We built our own beach here. It’s pretty cool.” I said and Lin turned to me, his mouth agape. “That’s more than cool. That’s, god I have no words.” Lin said and I chuckled, resting an arm on his shoulder. “I know. Now, let’s go get some lunch. What’re you in the mood for?” I said and Lin paused, a thoughtful look in his face. “Anything. I’ll let the local choose.” He said and a smile bloomed on my face. “Then it’s time to reenact a Y/L/N family tradition. Vamos Miranda.” I said, grabbing Lin’s wrist and pulling him along behind me. “This is so cool.” He muttered to himself as we approached the small array of shops opposite the cinemas. “We’re getting fish and chips. Come on.” I said and we approached the store. I ordered the food, occasionally checking back with Lin to see what he wanted. “American, huh?” The lady at the counter said and I nodded. “It’s his first time in Brisbane. I’m showing him around.” I said and she smiled, handing us our food. “You two are so cute.” She said before we left, and I blushed bright pink. I didn’t notice that Lin’s cheeks were the same colour. “This is so nice.” Lin said as we sat down on the grassy area in front of the stores. “I know. My parents and my brother and sister used to come here all the time. We’d ride here on our bikes and then get fish and chips and a Boost. Then we’d head back home. It was always so much fun.” I said and Lin smiled softly, taking a bite of his chip. He suddenly dropped it and I gave him a curious look. “It’s so hot, oh my god.” Lin said, his voice slightly muffled. I laughed and picked up a chip, biting into it. “How do you do that?” Lin asked, looking at me with wide eyes. “Years of practice, my friend. Years of practice.” I said and Lin let out a small laugh. We enjoyed the rest of our food, and occasionally had to fight off the odd ibis who wanted some chips. “That was incredible. Watching you fight off that bird was truly the highlight of our lunch.” Lin said and I rolled my eyes, lightly punching his shoulder. “Shut up Lin. Anyway, seeing as lunch is done, it’s time to hit the man-made beach.” I said and Lin smiled, getting up off the grass. I groaned slightly and Lin looked at me disapprovingly. “Come on Y/N. Don’t be lazy.” He said and I groaned more dramatically this time, rolling over onto my back. “But I’m Australian. We’re all lazy.” I said and Lin let out a loud laugh. “That is kinda true. I saw a sign for McDonalds and the sign read Maccas. Do you all call it that?” Lin said and I nodded, reaching a hand up towards him. “Can you pull me up please?” I said and Lin sighed before grabbing my hand and pulling me up. I tried to ignore the tingly feeling in my hand as he tugged me upwards, and smiled at him once I was standing up. “Thanks. Now, it’s only a short walk so let’s get going.” I said and Lin smiled, grabbing my hand. My cheeks went a light pink and I laced my fingers with his. He smiled at me and we walked towards the beach. I had to occasionally shout a few directions but we eventually made it. “This is awesome.” Lin muttered and I nodded, walking towards the bathrooms, still holding his hand. “The guys bathroom is over there. I’ll meet you back here in a couple of minutes.” I said and Lin nodded. “You know, I might actually need my togs.” Lin said and I smiled widely as I fished through my bag. “You said togs.” I said and I didn’t notice Lin nod and flush pink. “It has a nice ring to it.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. I passed him his swimmers and he took them in his hands. “I’ll meet you back here.” He said and I nodded, walking off to the bathroom. I got changed quickly, hoping that my black and blue one-piece made me look someone decent. I walked out of the change rooms and I saw Lin standing there, his board shorts on and no shirt. I nearly froze but I tried to shake myself out of the trance I ended up in. “You ready to go?” I said and Lin smiled at me, looking me up and down briefly. “Yep.” Lin said and I smiled, hoisting my bag over my shoulder. We made our way to the beach and walked down, the sand soft under our feet. I dropped my bag in the sand and looked up at Lin. “Let’s go.”

I glanced at Lin as he pulled his shirt back on, his hair still damp. “Was that fun, or was that fun?” I said and Lin nodded, a bright smile on his face. “That was incredible. Never in my life did I think I’d be swimming in a manmade beach in October.” Lin said and I laughed, drying my hair with the towel. “Well, our next stop is The Enjoy Inn. Hands down the best Chinese restaurant I’ve ever been to.” I said and Lin nodded, hopping into the drivers side of my car. “Lin. That’s not the passenger side. Get your ass out.” I said and Lin shook his head, a smile on his face as he climbed into the passenger side. “Even your cars are weird.” Lin muttered and I rolled my eyes, sticking my tongue out at him. “If you insult me and my country again I will deny you Chinese food.” I said and Lin raised his arms in mock surrender. I chuckled and started the car. The radio played In The Heights, and we rocked out as we made our way into the Valley. “Here we are. The Enjoy Inn.” I said and Lin looked incredibly happy. “This better be as good as you say it is.” He said, opening the restaurant doors. “I can assure you that it is.” I said, approaching a waiter. “Table for two please?” I said and the waiter nodded, ushering us towards a booth. “That was incredible.” Lin said and I shrugged my shoulders, taking a seat in the booth. Lin sat down opposite me and took two menus from the waiter. “Thanks.” I said and the waiter smiled before walking away. “Saturday is, surprisingly enough, their least busy day.” I said and Lin nodded, a smile on his face. “Well, you can order. You seem to know this place well.” Lin said and I rolled my eyes. “Understatement of the century. I was born and raised in Brisbane. I know this place like the back of my hand.” I said and Lin chuckled slightly, waving the waiter back. I ordered our drinks as well as our food and he smiled, walking off. “So, what’s New York like? I thought I’d ask seeing as we’ve done so much Brissy sight seeing.” I said and Lin arched his brow. “It’s slang for Brisbane.” I answered quickly and he nodded, taking my menu and putting it on top of his near the back of the table. “New York is busy. Like, you can’t get on the subway without being shoved at least once.” Lin said and I snorted, gaining quizzical looks from the other patrons. “You think that’s bad? Queensland Rail is so unreliable. The trains are never on time, and they’re always boiling in summer and freezing in winter. And when I say boiling, I mean boiling. It can get to like 40 odd degrees on those trains in summer.” I said and Lin looked at me strangely. “40 degrees isn’t boiling, what the hell.” Lin said and I sighed, putting my head in my hands. “You bloody yanks. I forgot that you use Fahrenheit. 40 degrees Celsius is like 100 degrees Fahrenheit.” I said and Lin’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit. Are you Australians all right?” Lin said and I laughed, shaking my head slightly. “Everything here wants to kill you and it’s always hot, so no. We’re not ok.” I said, laughing as I spoke. Lin’s eyes lit up and he let out a loud laugh. “That was gold oh my god.” He said, looking up as the waiter placed the food down in front of us. “Here it is. Dig in Linny boy.”

“I swear I’m going to burst. I’ve never eaten this much food ever.” Lin said and I nodded, feeling as if I were going to explode. “You were right when you said that it was the best Chinese food. Because damn.” Lin said and I let out a laugh as we pulled into my complex. “I told you Miranda. I never disappoint.” I said, a smirk on my face. A yawn slipped out of his mouth as I unlocked the door and my smirk grew. “Tired are we?” I said and Lin nodded sheepishly. “You can get changed in the bathroom. It’s just down the hall next to your room.” I said and Lin smiled, picking up his bag and trudging down to the bathroom. “Hey Y/N?” Lin called and I made noise of acknowledgement. “The bathroom’s next to your room.” Lin said and I walked over to him. “Yeah. I’ll take the couch. It’s no biggie.” I said and Lin nodded, a look of annoyance on his face. “No, I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s fine.” Lin said and I folded my arms over my chest, shaking my head. “Absolutely not. You came all this way and I’m not having you sleep on my shitty couch.” I said, trying to get my point across desperately. Lin sighed, clearly not having it. “How about we both sleep in your room?” Lin suggested and I nearly dropped my pyjamas. “I uh, my, um. Sure.” I squeaked, surprised that my voice didn’t break too much. “Great. I’ll go get changed.” Lin said cheerily, ducking off to the bathroom. Once he was gone I let out a shaky sigh, wondering what would happen. Lin emerged and I smiled halfheartedly at him. I quickly changed into my pyjamas and made my way out of the bathroom. “I’m knackered, so I’m gonna head to bed.” I said and Lin chuckled, looking at me strangely. “I could only assume that means tired.” He said and I nodded, yawning slightly as I did. “Just saying, I call dibs on the left side of the bed.” Lin said, walking into my room with a smile on his face. “All yours Miranda.” I said, pulling back the covers on the bed. “How perfect is it that you have a double bed.” Lin said and I nodded sheepishly, my cheeks pink. Lin smirked slightly at me before launching himself on my bed. “Left side, as promised.” He said and I smiled at him, my eyelids beginning to feel heavy. “Goodnight Lin. It was so nice to finally see you in person.” I said, my voice trailing slightly. I closed my eyes and slipped down into my bed. Lin laughed lightly and pressed a feathery kiss to the top of my head. “You too Y/N. You too.”

The Promise 2

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I was really in the mood for a hurt/comfort fic.  So … I started writing one.  Maybe I’ll  finish it? 

Summary: Sometimes we survive on determination alone.

Underswap brothers angst and fluffiness.

He had stayed.  He surprised everyone by surviving through sheer determination.  Maybe it had been his brother’s promise to him, or, maybe that was just the way he was.

Whatever the reason, Papyrus was thankful that Sans was with him.


His baby brother had been named that because they hadn’t expected him to live, so, he was sans a name.

Papyrus had groaned loudly and repeatedly when he had been told.  They had the weirdest and most inappropriate sense of humor sometimes. The fact that this eventually had become his own sense of humor was just ironic.

Being one that was not bothered by his name, Sans soon made his preferences clear.  Papyrus became the only one that could administer medicine to him or, calm him down during his sick periods, of which there were many in his early years.  The older skeleton had become an expert at spotting the early signs of a bad time for Sans, and knew exactly when to coax him to bed before things got worse.   It helped that in turn, Sans became his shadow and attentive – for lack of a better word – minion.   During the good times, they both enjoyed playing pranks on other monsters, cookie raids and general mischief.   Sans would pretty much do anything Papyrus suggested they do. Gladly.  

With time, however, Sans grew stronger and more independent.  While Papyrus was glad for this since it meant that his little brother had overcome his weaknesses and didn’t get sick as often; he couldn’t deny a bit of sadness that he wasn’t his little “minion” anymore.

He never knew where Sans got it from, but he also developed a leaning towards being more responsible and “by the book”.  This seemed to come out of nowhere. Although, he suspected the adventure books they read together, where the hero was always portrayed as a righteous individual. But who knew….

His brother certainly didn’t pick up those habits from Them.

In the end, it didn’t matter.  Their dynamic may had changed over time but the important parts had stayed the same. They had and looked out for each other.

They were the only constant in their lives they had left.

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If We Ever Meet Again (Ch. 3)

Ch.1   Ch.2   

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Hoshi x Reader

Synopsis: Was it fate or chance that brought them together?  Soonyoung had no idea, but whatever it was, he hoped that it would allow them to meet again.

     Soonyoung reluctantly opened his eyes, cursing at the light streaming in through the blinds.  Running his fingers through dark unkempt tresses, he sat up and looked over at his alarm clock.  ‘12:46 PM…’  He sighed, wishing he could’ve slept through the whole day.  “Hoshi,” a feminine voice called at the door, accompanied by light tapping against it.  Soonyoung registered it as his mother’s voice, noticing that she used his nickname rather than his real one.  Without a word, he got up to open the door.  “Hoshi, I know something is wrong.  You don’t have to tell me, but at least talk to your friends…Please,” Mrs. Kwon tried to smile as she stared into her son’s blank eyes.  He simply nodded in response and she turned to call downstairs to the boys waiting in the living room.

     “C’mon, Man.  It’s almost been a week since that night and you’ve barely talked.  At least tell us what happened,” Jun said, plopping onto the bed next to him.  Soonyoung exhaled heavily, running his hands over his face.  “We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s going on.  Jun couldn’t even tell me much.  Just that you met a girl, but we haven’t seen her around since,” another friend and coworker of his, named Minghao, added.  “Because she’s gone,” Soonyoung spoke into his hands.  “Gone?,” the two younger boys asked in shock and curiosity.  Soonyoung nodded before explaining everything that transpired that night.

     “Damn…,” Jun said flatly, not knowing what else to say.  Minghao lightly punched him in the shoulder, muttering a quick ‘shut up’.  “Well, there’s gotta be some way to find her,” he offered, hoping to comfort his heartbroken friend.  “I’m assuming you didn’t get any contact information?”  “No…That never came up in conversation.”  “Well, do you know which city she was talking about?”  “Never asked, but even if I had, that wouldn’t be enough.  Most cities are huge, especially compared to this town.”   “A name.  Did you at least get her name?,” Jun asked, clearly fighting the urge to become frustrated.  “Berry, but I don’t know if that’s her real name.”  “I hope it’s not,” he mumbled in response, earning another punch from the youngest of the three.  “Maybe she’s looking for you,” Minghao said with a hopeful smile.  “I never told her my real name,” Soonyoung said falling back onto the mattress and pulling a pillow over his face.  “It didn’t come up in conversation,” he added, voice muffled by the pillow.  “That’s usually the first thing to come up in conversation, Soonyoung!”  “I was wearing a name tag!,” he shot up to retort.  “Guys, this is counterproductive!,” Minghao exclaimed.  “Soongyoung, doesn’t your mom keep a list of clients?”  “Well, yeah but she wasn’t a-”  “But her friend was.  We just have to track down her friend.”  “Minghao, you’re a genius!,” Soonyoung said, jumping up from the bed.  “I know.  But go take a shower first.”  “Yeah, you smell like sadness and disappointment,” Jun added, earning him two dirty looks.

     “You said her name was Mina, right?,” Minghao asked, flipping through the pages of Mrs. Kwon’s client book.  “Yeah.  Do you see her name or the art gallery’s address anywhere?,”  Soonyoung replied, trying not to get his hopes up too high.  “Found her!  And here’s her phone number.”  Soonyoung pulled out his cellphone, hands shaking in nervousness and anticipation as he dialed the number.  His friends watched anxiously as his other hand reached back to scratch his neck and his teeth sank into his bottom lip.  “Hey, it’s Mina, but sucks for you; I’m out of town.  Leave me a message and I’ll hit ‘ya back when I can!”  A beeping noise rang through his ears, but he was interrupted before he could speak. “The mailbox of the person you are trying to reach is full and cannot accept messages at this time. Please try again later.”   He pulled the phone from his ear, hanging up and closing his eyes to try to keep calm.  “Full voicemail,” he sighed.  “Sorry, Man…Well, she said that if it’s meant to be it’ll be, right?,” Minghao said softly.  “Yeah, fate, remember?,” Jun added.  “Fate’s not real,”  Soonyoung replied monotonously, his face fading back to a blank slate.  

     But that was years ago…

     “Aside from your various abilities and qualifications that you’ve made apparent through your portfolio and resume, why should I hire you to work in my restaurant?,” the stern, masculine voice inquired over the phone.  His mind drifted back three years for a moment.  ‘What are you passionate about?,’ he remembered, picturing her soft smile and that endearing curious twinkle in her eye.  “Because I’m passionate about what I do,” he said simply, coming back to the present day.  

    After the phone call ended, he returned to the kitchen. “So, what did he say?,” Mrs. Kwon asked anxiously as the rest of the staff stopped what they were doing.  “Yeah, how’d the interview go?,” Minghao added.  Soonyoung fought the urge to nervously scratch the back of his neck because of all the attention on him as he answered.  “Uh…He said he would review everything with his business partner and get back to me within three to five business days.”  A collective exhale could be heard throughout the room.  

    “Well, let’s get back to work; we have an event to cater!,” Soonyoung said cheerfully, grabbing his apron.  “Whoever that girl is, I need to thank her for lighting a fire under your bottom,” his mother chortled.  “Wait, you knew?,” Soonyoung asked, eyes wide in surprise.  “Did you really think Jun kept his mouth shut for three years?,” she scoffed with a raised eyebrow as she plated an  entrée.  

     “Chef Hoshi, table three needs another plate,” Jun chimed in, unwittingly interrupting the conversation about him.  “Here, Big Mouth,” Soonyoung scowled, handing him a dish.  Jun looked between the mother and son for a moment in confusion before realization hit him.  “Mrs. Kwon, you promised!,” he whined.  

    Soonyoung smiled to himself, thinking of his mother’s words as he chopped a red pepper.  She was right.  Berry, though he was sure that wasn’t her real name, had lit a fire, but it wasn’t under him.  It was within him. About a month after she left, Soonyoung threw himself into his newfound passion for cooking.  He enrolled in culinary school and actually started putting effort into his job at his mother’s catering business.  Following the completion of his culinary certifications, he began filling out applications for jobs in the field.  After two more failed attempts at finding the girl that changed his life, he gave up his search, reasoning that it was just by chance that he met her…But not a day went by that she didn’t briefly cross his mind at least once.

    Exactly four days later, Soonyoung’s mother came running into the kitchen of their tiny house, clutching a stack of paper and envelopes to her chest.  “Open it!,” she exclaimed, slamming one envelope addressed to him on the table.  He looked up at her with a slightly startled expression, putting down the sandwich he’d been eating.  With shaky hands, he picked up the envelope and tore it open, pulling out a neatly folded letter.  Mrs. Kwon watched as his eyes scanned over the paper.  “I’m in….Ma, I’m in!,” he laughed, standing to pull her into a hug.  “Congratulations, Son!  I’m so proud of you,” she cried, hugging him tightly.  Pulling away, she wiped away a tear and chided, “Now get your greasy hands off that letter.  I want to frame it.”

    Mrs. Kwon insisted on throwing Soonyoung a going away party, and after about a week of trying to convince her not to, he found himself back at the art gallery surrounded by family and friends.  After hours of “congrats, kid” and “good luck in the big city”, he was relieved to watch the last guest leave his celebratory send off.  “Thanks, Ma,” he smiled, kissing her on the cheek.  Unsurprisingly, “Alright, now get to cleaning this up,” followed her returned display of affection.  He laughed a bit as he started collecting empty cans and bottles before tossing them in the recycling bin.  

     Jun walked over to him with a grin stretched across his face and patted him on the shoulder.  “You did it, Bro.  Beer?,” he asked, offering him a can.  “Nah, I’m good.  And thanks,” he began, dusting off his hands. “I didn’t actually think I’d make the cut…and I’d be lying if I said  I wasn’t terrified of moving to such a huge city.”  “Eh, you’ll be fine…But I was thinking…,” his friend trailed off, cracking open the drink.  “That’s a first,” Soonyoung smirked, earning a jab to the shoulder.  “Seriously!  I was just wondering if maybe…Maybe you’re going to that city,” Jun suggested carefully.  “No,” Soonyoung firmly stated, face going pale as he shook his head.  “Jun, please don’t.  I’m over her and-”  “I know, I know.  But Minghao brought it up and it just made me wonder, y’know?  What if the whole ‘fate’ thing actually works out?”  Rolling his eyes, Soonyoung grabbed the can of beer from his friend and responded, “It won’t, because fate’s-”  “Not real.  Yeah, I know the mantra,” Jun replied, watching his friend down the drink in one gulp.  “Good.  Now get out of here and get some sleep.  Bus leaves tomorrow morning, bright and early.”

     “How much longer until we get to your apartment?,” Minghao asked, pulling Soonyoung’s bag higher on his shoulder.  “Yeah, this shit is heavy!,” Jun added.  “It’s just a few more blocks away,” the eldest answered absentmindedly, following the directions on his phone.  When he looked up to read a sign, a familiar head of hair caught his eye from across the street, causing him to stop in his tracks.  ‘No…It can’t be…’

Shutter Speed Ch. 5

Sorry it took so long again. I really struggled with this chapter and I’m not really pleased with it, but it had to get out. 

Your comments really help me with the writing and motivation so if you could, please let me know what you think!

-Dana xx

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He didn’t get her number.

They spent the whole day together. They got along and had a great time. They complimented each other, they shared multiple moments. He basically asked her out on a date and he forgot to get her number.

Of course he has her email and could easily contact her through there. But you can’t exactly ask someone out on a date through email.

“Not a date,” Jughead reminds himself. They had just met, and barely knew each other. He just wanted to repay her, just two friends casually getting a meal together.

He could also get the number from Archie. But that would mean having to talk to Archie, having to explain to him why he needs the number in the first place, and Jughead would never do that.

For the next few days Jughead tries not to sulk about it, just tries to focus on work and editing the photos in his free time. They’re all amazing, and he still can’t believe how lucky he is that Betty responded to the ad. He barely has to edit the pictures, mainly just fixing the background and a few filters here and there. If he stares a bit too long at a few of his favorites, then that’s his business.

On Wednesday he meets with Professor Reynolds, the professor that he’s been working with. He took her photography class last semester, and she connected him with an internship because of how impressed she was. She was the one that asked for his portfolio, which consisted of photos from his shoot with Betty and a some old works he has done over the past few years.

When he gets back from his meeting, Archie appears to be missing. If Jughead had a guess, he’d say he is either at the gym or with Veronica, but he’s leaning towards the latter. He assumes his friend won’t be back for a while, so he settles onto the couch and takes his laptop out of his messenger bag. He’s been thinking about Betty since she left and he’s driving himself crazy with the fact that he didn’t get her number. He’s so desperate that he decides to send her a quick email, simply mentioning that he neglected to get her number before she left, and that he’s hoping she is free Friday evening so he can repay her in dinner. It’s a simple few sentence email, completely harmless, yet Jughead still hesitates before sending it. He’s still afraid of coming on too strong, and he reads it over about three times to ensure that he’s not. His cursor hovers over the send button, taunting him, and he can almost hear Archie’s voice telling him to press send. Working up some courage, he presses the button and shuts the laptop, deciding to leave it be until he absolutely needs it. He just hopes he gets a response from her.

“How can someone have absolutely no social media! It’s 2017!” Betty hears Veronica yell from the kitchen. Curious, she walks in to find Veronica leaning over the breakfast bar, Archie sitting next to her peeling a banana.

“Um, what’s going on in here?” Betty asks cautiously, lingering in the archway. Veronica doesn’t answer, furiously typing on her phone, but Archie looks up at her and smiles.

“Oh, hey Betty! How’s it going?” he asks, taking a bite of the banana. Betty steps further into the kitchen, pulling the stool out across from Veronica and sitting down.

“Um, pretty good, yeah. What’s all the yelling about?” When Betty asks this, Veronica slams her phone down and looks up at her with wide, frantic eyes.

“Jughead Jones has no social media whatsoever!” She yells too loudly. Betty and Archie both wince and make eye contact with each other, both deciding not to say anything and let Veronica continue. “I don’t understand how that is possible. It is the 21st century, everyone has at least one kind of social media account! But not Jughead Jones apparently!”

Betty clears her throat slightly, bringing her hands together on top of the counter. “Um, why does that matter?”

Because, Betty, you didn’t get his number and you need to get in touch with him somehow!” Veronica exclaims incredulously. Betty sees a hint of a smirk on Archie’s lips, but she shakes her head.

“I don’t know why you’re so concerned about this, V. I already told you it’s not a date,” Betty tells her. This spikes Archie’s interest apparently, causing him to look curiously between them.

“Wait, what’s not a date?” he asks. Betty looks at him, trying to see if he genuinely doesn’t know or if he’s just lying, but she can’t tell.

“Your dear friend Jughead asked our little Betty here on a date, but they never exchanged numbers so they haven’t spoken all week! I tried looking on every single platform and there is absolutely no sign of him. It’s like he doesn’t even exist,” Veronica exclaims. Archie finishes off his banana, shrugging as he throws it away in the garbage.

“He’s just not that kind of person, I guess. He’s private,” Archie shrugs. He sits back down beside Veronica, who just stares at him.

“What do you mean private?” Betty asks this time, leaning her elbows on the table top. Archie looks at her, mouth opening slightly to say something but then he stops himself, furrowing his eyebrows. The two girls watch him curiously, waiting for him to finally answer.

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So, guys, last night, I was telling my gf about that time I went to London to see Kate Mulgrew in “The Exonerated” back in 2006. And how we hang in the theatre bar after the show and drank with some of the actors. I remember two of them in particular being chatty and friendly and lot of fun. And I remember this picture being taken upon the actor’s insistence that if you could have taken picture with him, you have to with me as well.

Now as I looked at the pic, he looked kinda familiar. So I found my signed copy of the play. “Martin Freeman”. The name of the file in my computer: “MeAndMartinFreeman”. Oh really?!

Don't Rain On My Parade

Ever since he could remember, music was a big part of Armitage Hux’s life. From elegant symphonies heard on the radio; to the waltzes and minuets, among other things, played by Brendol on the piano; it was inescapable (in a good way). He remembered sitting on his father’s shoulders at parades, watching military bands pass by him, instruments gleaming in the sunlight, in awe. So it came as a shock to Brendol to see young Armie gravitate towards the saxophone rather than the piano and the violin.

“You’re just going to sit there and let him pick that vulgar instrument?!” gasped Brendol, much to the shock of the music tutor.

“This instrument will put him in very good shape,” the tutor explained, wiping some sweat off his brow. “I find that quite a few young men chose this instrument, and seeing that I was a young man myself, I would’ve done so also.” Brendol couldn’t even fathom this pathetic attempt at an explanation. He could see it now- Armitage, now lacking discipline, on a stage in front of a crowded dance floor, playing that instrument wildly as the sounds of a dance band blared behind him. The scene then shifted to a moment after the performance, this time Hux was in bed- but with a girl!

“I don’t care what other young men choose, he’ll get lustful drives because of this!” he roared. The tutor, remaining oddly calm, didn’t say a word.

“The saxophone isn’t limited to dance bands,” he countered. “There is the possibility of martial music. If he wishes to, Armitage can play in a military band.” At the mention of “military band,” the elder Hux seemed to calm down.

“Very well, as long as he doesn’t play any of that dance music,” he hissed. And with that, Hux began his lessons.

Brendol began to think it was a mistake. After his lesson, Armie would play even more off-key squeaks on the horn, almost as if he wanted to get better with it. Luckily, the horrible noises subsided, and were replaced by assorted tones. For a while, these were tolerable, but then Brendol couldn’t stand it anymore. Finally, that was replaced by something much more pleasing to the ear- music.

When Hux left for the academy and took his saxophone along with him, Brendol felt slightly happy that he wouldn’t be subject to hearing it ever again- perhaps he would tire of the instrument and give it to someone else for them to play.

He was wrong.

One fine day, perfect for a military parade, Brendol went out to watch the spectacle for himself, to see if his wish had come true. The first round of cadets stomped by, none of them bearing resemblance to his son. Brendol sighed happily, but then felt himself go a bit on edge when he heard the sound of the academy’s band.

He scanned the faces of the players in their charcoal uniforms, looking for a sign. Everything seemed well- until a familiar shock of red hair popped up out from under a cap.

Directly in front of him was Armitage, playing a gleaming, immaculately polished alto saxophone, spidery fingers dancing over the keys. Brendol seethed as he marched by, vexed that Armitage had just wanted to irritate him even more than now. He honestly wouldn’t be surprised if his son joined a dance band [which he did]. Nevertheless, he stood fuming as the low brass marched by, sousaphones pulsing out a bass line that faded away because of the percussion, marking the end of the parade, and beginning of Armitage’s career as a general.