#(how accidental? well i only just this moment realised that it's a pun if that gives you some idea of how well-planned this fic is)

[nostalgia-tblr]

in fic news i realised that i've accidentally commited myself to several scenes of jotunn!sylvie porn rather than just the one that i'd initially added mainly for the weirdness factor

[plscallmeeren]

W I L L Y O U T A K E M Y C A S E ? P T 3

Jennifer Walters x Reader

Request: yep

Summary: when texting turns to sexting, you decide to break the sexy ice (double pun intended), basically no plot other than that 👍 no comment

Warnings: Swearing; oral (female receiving); fingering; all kinds of sec ig; praise kink; daddy kink; top!reader; bottom!Jen; edging; smoking

Word Count: 2K+

You and Jennifer were practically an item. No labels or anything - after all, she was still officially your lawyer, but that didn't change the fact that you saw each other almost every day and never paused your texting.

You were currently lying on your bed thinking about this wonderful fact, pretending to read a book called Transactional Analysis that you were already two chapters into but certainly hadn't gained any knowledge from.

Your phone pinged. You were very pleased to find it was a picture from Jennifer, opening your chat happily. She had told you about a conference she was attending today. What could be so interesting there that she'd send a photo.

You read the message under the photo before opening it.

I snuck out of the meeting to send you this... hope you like it ❤️

Thoroughly confused, you downloaded the image, only to have your eyes practically bulge out of your skull.

The photo consisted of Jennifer, no top, skirt pulled to her ankles, pushing her breasts (lacy bra, simple black) towards the camera with a hand in between her thighs. The text across the middle read 'thinking of you 💋'.

Realising you had stopped breathing, you did so, deeply, pushing your head back into the covers of the bed, your own hand venturing south to cup the growing tent in your pants. "Fuck."

After a moment's calm, you typed back, seeing she was still online.

You wanna do this now?

Do what, lover boy?

You really want me to fuck you today?

If you insist...

A voice-mail followed her message, but this time you were prepared.

Well, perhaps not entirely prepared, because the sound of her moaning your name had you halfway over the edge already.

Take off your panties. Pull up your skirt and put on that top. Go back to the meeting. After, come straight to my apartment. No stopping on the way.

Whatever you say, daddy 😘

You heaved a breath, repositioning your pants. She drove you wild, that was for certain.

You had thought about fucking her before, of course. How couldn't you, she was gorgeous. And something told you it might just be different to sex with any other woman (apart from how much you liked her).

You were certainly no stranger to hook-ups, and you liked pleasuring women very much, not to mention getting a good blowjob or so, but you never actually fucked anyone.

You were scared, and that's all there was to it. Scared you'd be too big, too hard, that you would accidentally go too hard.

But this was She-Hulk. This was a big woman, almost incapable of injury, and how could that go wrong?

You were ecstatic. And you would be lying if you said you didn't listen to that voice mail more than thirty times in the next few minutes.

•••

Jennifer hadn't heard half of the conference points that she should have, but it didn't matter. She could ask a coworker tomorrow.

Her thighs aches from rubbing together for the past hour and her core throbbed to no avail, tensing and un-tensing and aching all over again. Her panties lay bundled up in her handbag as she climbed the steps to your cheap apartment.

She knocked, three times, four - the door opened, and your eyes were also dark. You both noticed the involuntary shaking of her legs.

"Nice to see you, love. How did the conference go?" you asked sweetly, taking her handbag from her as if nothing were going on.

"Uh- good. Fine. Just fine."

"You weren't distracted, were you? Wouldn't want your incredible mind focusing on anything other than the most important things." She followed you into the bedroom, watching as you sat down, took her panties out of the bag and set it aside, holding her underwear as if that were nothing out of the ordinary.

"W-Well, actually... I was thinking about you a lot. About what you might do when I came," she confided, but you only grinned.

"That's what I meant, sweetheart." She shivered. "Aren't you going to undress for me?"

She couldn't help but smile shyly as you connected your phone to the speaker and put on some steamy music. Her hands found the hem of her top and with hardly any hesitation whatsoever, she pulled it over her head.

"Good girl," you praised, pretending to be otherwise unbothered.

She dragged her skirt down her legs slowly, sensuously, gaining more and more confidence. Her pussy was immediately on display for you to examine, dripping wet and running down her thighs.

"What got you so wet, baby? Don't tell me you touched yourself."

"No, daddy, it's all you," she said sweetly, dropping her skirt 'on accident', turning around and bending over to pick it up, putting her ass and cunt on full display.

"You tryna tease daddy?" you husked, a tone of caution in your voice while it was obvious you were impressed.

Impressed was an understatement. You had never been this hard.

"No, never. I just wanted to show daddy what's his," she replied, voice a little high-pitched. You licked your lips at her willingness for you to claim her.

"Take it all off, don't be shy," you added, seeing as she was still wearing her bra.

"I don't think I can manage on my own," she cooed, so you gestured for her to come to you. Her bra was ripped clean in half. She shuddered.

"C'mon, baby, stand back and turn so I can look at you properly. Arms over your head."

Jennifer obeyed, turning slowly in circles so that you could scrutinise all sides of her.

She was perfect. Curvaceous in all the right places, love handles, hot neck, everything.

You both loved the power difference; you, fully clothed, in control, her, entirely vulnerable, naked, at your mercy.

"So pretty for me, my little girl. Lie down," you instructed, so she did, automatically spreading her legs in hope. "Now, I want you to be real loud for me, yeah? I wanna hear every little sound that pretty mouth of yours can make."

She whimpered, and you considered that a good start.

"I need you to use your big girl words, darling."

"Yes, daddy, I'll be loud."

"Good girl." You positioned yourself between her legs and placed a hand on each of her tits, massaging them placidly as she started panting.

You pressed a soft kiss to her left inner thigh, then her right, then one at the top of her crotch. She groaned in arousal.

Fingers rolled her nipples between their tips, a large hand closed around her wrists, mouth came up to meet her right breast and suck on it, swirling tongue around her nipple.

"Fuck- Mark me, please," she whined, a childish sound you weren't used to but were sure to grow to love.

Your teeth bit down on her tit, sucking and holding to form multiple purple-ish marks around her neck and breasts.

"You ready, little girl?" Your lips hovered over her pussy.

"Y-Yes, please, please, I need you-" Her begging was cut short when your mouth attached to her clit, sucking there instead as Jennifer's back arched.

An animalistic moan escaped her as she writhed under your touch, her nails bearing down on your back painfully, but you didn't mind. She could scar you for all you cared.

Withdrawing your hands from her tits, you pushed her legs apart further, guiding her legs over your shoulders as she spasmed.

"Oh- Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck- I'm clo- I'm- I'm-"

She couldn't string the sentence together. She had never been pleasured like this in her whole life, and you were only going to let it get better. Short, high-pitched moans matched your every thrust. The sound was pornographically angelic.

"Don't cum. You won't like what happens if you do," you threatened, determined to make her squirt.

She writhed more, moaning unspeakably loud - loud enough for the neighbours to hear at ease - when you pushed three fingers into her soaking cunt.

"P-Please, daddy, I can't- I can't- it's too much-"

"Look how good I'm fucking you, pretty girl," you interrupted your mouth's assault on her clit. "Look how I'm destroying your cunt. If you cum now, this won't be happening again any time soon. Look!"

She forced her eyes down to where you lay between her legs, her juices running over her tummy. You added a fourth finger when you saw the tears in her eyes, had them grow perfectly cold against her warm insides, but she wouldn't risk your threat if she could at all help it.

She wanted to croak out more begging, but was sure if she opened her mouth your entire face would be full of her.

You pulled away at her desperation, slowly withdrawing your four slick fingers and sucking on them as she looked at you.

"You did good, little girl. On your knees for me, now. Soon you can cum."

You helped her a little in getting on her knees as she trembled, positioning yourself behind her.

"You sure about this, honey?"

"Hold my hand?" she whimpered in response, and you gladly leaned over her to entwine your fingers.

"Now?"

"Yes, please, daddy."

You undid your belt, pulling your pants down just enough for your dick to spring out, which wasn't far.

You lined up at her entrance, biting back all the fears of hurting her, and slid slowly inside.

"Ow- fuck, you're big," she moaned.

"Is it too much?"

"N-No. No, it could never be. How do you fuck normal-sized people with that thing?"

"I don't, love," you confessed, and she noted even in a time like this how much this meant to you.

"Then fuck me like you've never fucked anybody before. I'll love it, don't worry."

She groaned again as you pushed yourself in to the hilt, slowly wondering if she could strangle you this way from being so tight.

"I need you, (y/n)!"

That was all you needed to hear.

You pounded into her with inhuman strength, relishing her occasional screams of pleasure as she bunched the sheets with her fists. You would be receiving a noise complaint in the morning. You couldn't care less.

"F-Fuck, (y/n)! Don't stop! Fu-"

She moaned loudly between the whining and screaming, a heavenly sound. She held onto your hand even tighter.

Something cracked.

A creak.

The bed collapsed beneath the two of you.

She shrieked.

You let out a primitive groan.

She squirted like she never had in her entire life.

You pulled out of her quickly, only then realising you had completely forgotten to use a condom.

Half your bed was full of white liquid.

You turned to examine the damage, laughing at the cliché of actually managing to break a bed.

"Oh, my god! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, you quickly attempting to console her.

"It's just a bed, it's no problem, I'm not short on money-"

"No- I- Oh, I'm so sorry- Your back, (y/n)!"

You only just realised the teeming pain on the skin of your back where she had scratched you.

"Oh. Hey, that's okay, I don't mind a mark. Are you okay?"

"Am I okay? Did you see what I just did? I squirted. I don't do that."

You laughed and stood, picking her up with one arm behind her back and another under her knees. "Let's get you cleaned up."

"Fuck... you know, I'm so glad I took your case a month ago."

"Yeah. Me, too."

[strawberry-nugget]

Bnha characters as things I've said or have been said to me

A/n: halfway through writing this, I realised many things have been said to me in a very mean way, I had just filtered them in my brain to the point everything seems funny now. Fear not, these are just super out of context things that are very humorous.

Disclaimer: minors dni, every character depicted is over 18 years of age.

Warnings: mentions of periods, spoilers for the amazing spiderman 2 (I believe), language, mhhhm if you find anything else kindly let me know so I can put it in the warnings

Uraraka (to Aoyama): we don't all have to like Big Time Rush just because you do! 

—

Denki: I'm going to give this dog my lunch

Bakugo: don't, have you ever seen a dog eat cheese puffs? 

Denki: yes... No?

—

Jirou, accidentally leaking during her period

Sero: WHAT'S WITH ALL THAT BLOOD

Jirou: i- ah, cut my hand? Uh? Yeah I guess?! I cut my hand

Sero: SHOW ME YOUR HAND WE HAVE TO STOP THE BLEEDING, EVERYONE! JIROU'S HAND IS BLEEDING

—

Amajiki: how do you tongue someone? 

Kirishima: it's like? An?? Octopus?? 

Amajiki: octopus? 

Kirishima: in like, texture and stuff

Amajiki: wait what? 

Kirishima: just get your tongue in their mouth it's not hard

Amajiki: why octopus tho i-

—

Reporter: Deku, who do you think is going to make it to the next big 5 of the hero charts? 

Shoto oh, oh, can I say? 

Deku: obviously my- well yes shoto you may say your own guesses, 

Shoto: *passionately swaying back and forth while singing 'I don't want to miss a thing'*

Deku: shoto? Shoto uhmm we're waiting

Shoto: OHHHHH

—

Mina, texting Bakugo: I'm never taking you along with me next time I do my nails. 

—

Mirko: stop being so pretty- oh my god did a fucking horse just turn around to stare at you? 

Hawks: I'm pretty sure I just caught its attention while passing by, calm your tits

—

Denki: which celebrity would you sleep with? 

Bakugo: none

Denki: what? 

Bakugo: You heard me. None

Denki: even if they paid you? 

Bakugo: yeah.. I'm never having sex so good luck with fishing an answer out of everyone else

—

Deku: uh that's actually incorrect, the joker doesn't have a backstory and by assigning him one you're taking all the essence away from his character. Justifying the acts of a canonically psychopathic serial killer with a fixation on a bunch of people by giving him a conventionally moral and excusable story to make him relatable is against the idea of why he's still who he is and that's what's wrong with our society. I think we are willing to excuse villains if they have a heartbreaking backstory but the point with Joker is that he doesn't have one so nice try making him be someone who could ever be salvaged. Now if you open the killing joke by Alan Moore and Frank Miller you will see that Batman is also of same nature, although in his face we find someone we can and should feel sympathy for-

—

Tsuyu watching spiderman with Bakugo and Sero: what's coming out of her nose? 

Bakugo: blood. She's literally dying

Sero: BRO!

Tsuyu: And why is it coming from her nose? 

Sero: she hit her head so that's? Natural? 

Tsuyu? Didn't she hit the back of her head? 

Bakugo: LET ME WATCH THIS SCENE IN PIECE OH MY GOD

—

Hawks: First of all, uncross your arms. You're in defense mode and I'm not attacking you… right now. We'll see what happens in a while 

—

Momo: I didn't mean it when I said don't text me back if you don't make a move on them. Text me back I miss you. 

—

Jirou: just because I went to see black Panther with you does not mean we're together

—

Koda: yes, I am gonna carry this dog until we find a place for it to pee and then I'm carrying it back, is that so hard to grasp

—

Tokoyami: I just realised that the joke with not being able to not see John Cena is because it's a pun with his name

Kirishima: I'm pretty sure it's because of a move of his

Tokoyami: you seem to know about this stuff. I trust you

—

Iida: wake up! Now! Were in a club and you screamed that this is a nice piece of broken glass and you run your finger over it? Are you insane? 

Uraraka: but its-

Iida: DON'T FALL ASLEEP, NO DON'T TOUCH THE GLASS AGAIN

—

Mina: wait- deku is NOT your boyfriend? 

Uraraka: no!? 

Mina: I thought you two had SOMETHING going on? 

Uraraka: in his head? 

Mina: HE- ISN'T HE LIKE IN LOVE WITH YOU? 

Uraraka: wait what? 

—

Toga: I thought you were a bitch when I met you, I put on il ballo del la qua and you turned it off. I can't trust anyone who doesn't want to dance to this song! 

Shigaraki: maybe I'm just emo okay? Otherwise I'm harmless. Also. I was dressed as a vampire, I had to maintain my image at all costs

—

Dabi: *sings grenade by bruno Mars in every small gathering of the Lov and forces everyone to listen*

—

Aoyama, only listening to 5sos for four days: momo can you please buy me the 5sos book for my birthday? 

—

If you ask for part two I am simply going to expose how many dumb bitch moments or trauma I have which idk if it's humorous content. Anyways... Who wants to see bnha and shy things I do next?

[wamulu-gorillaz]

I love your imagines and I was wondering if i can get ace and murdoc ( separately ) with a crush or s/o who is an errand girl or assistant to the band who is kind hearted and adorkable but gets very flustered around them and stutters a lot? Also gets nosebleeds if they get teased or flirted with by the green boys? I love those two 😩💕💕💕💕

I cannot tell you many times I started this request only to have it disappear when I accidentally closed the tab... my GOODNESS. Also I’m sorry that it took so long to get this one out. I hope you enjoy!

Ace’s Crush:

Listen - he absolutely melts inside every time you go near him but he’s very, very good at keeping it calm and suave. He flirts subtly, might flex a bit when you’re around... but

This one time yours and his fingers touched ever so slightly when you handed him a coffee. A surge of electricity shot through his veins and he nearly dropped the cup.

In that moment, you were both a flustered mess and his face flushed with a pinkish glow. This was probably the moment you realised that you were both more alike than you’d previously thought

The first nosebleed, he definitely panicked over! He made a little flirtatious comment and then BOOM - your nose started gushing. All the colour drained from his face and he didn’t stop apologising for a long, long time

His day is always immediately made better when he hears you’re working 

You maybe once overheard a conversation where Noodle was trying to encourage a nervous Ace to ask you out... To which he responded “I dunno, Noods... they get nosebleeds every time they come near me... That’s like a bad omen or somethin’. A surefire way t’ tell they hate me.” (Noodle roles her eyes because he’s obviously stoopid)

Ace’s S/O:

He never asks anything from you while you’re working. In fact he almost becomes YOUR assistant by being the one who fetches YOU hot drinks

If he does ask you for anything, he will always make sure to return the favour by getting you something as well

ONLY ever flirts with you when he has tissues handy. He never wants to make your nose bleed on purpose but MY GOSH the way you get all flustered makes him fall more and more in love with you

When the two of you get home at the end of a long day, he knows you’ve been doing most of the work so he’ll rush to get a bath running for you and start cooking dinner - he’s always making sure that you know how grateful he is for you (even though you get paid to be helpful bahaha)

If you’ve ever felt insecure or worried about what he thinks of your stutters, I want to remind you that he’s so, so patient and gives you the time you need to get your words out. Growing up, his best friend had a speech impediment so he’s knows a little of what you go through

You two getting flustered or embarrassed over being hesitant to show physical affection while at work is the most awkward and painful thing to watch hehehe

Murdoc’s Crush:

Unlike Ace, any excuse to see you means that he’s always getting you to do things for him - even things like ironing his underwear before an interview

The first time your nose bled, he took off his shirt and used it to help clean it up. He wasn’t phased at all and loved the opportunity to show off 

He always seems to be slightly more pleasant when you’re around - like he’s making an effort to make you think he’s not a total jerk

When you get all flustered he uses the excuse that he gets it all the time from his fans *hair toss* 

HAS ACTUALLY LAUGHED OUT LOUD TO ONE OF YOUR ADORKABLE JOKES - SNORTED, EVEN

He wasn’t even embarrassed about it - he admitted proudly and boasted about how you were able to make him laugh while people who’ve known him for decades (the rest of the band) have barely been able to do that

Murdoc’s S/O:

If he asks you to fetch a coffee (or rum) for him, you can bet he will ambush you with kisses when you come to deliver it

Gladly shows you off to the rest of the crew and to all the celebrities he interacts with 

Once gifted you a WHOLE BUNCH of embroidered handkerchiefs for your nosebleeds (which came into use pretty much straight away)

An onlooker would probably shake their head at Murdoc who seems to be making fun of your stuttering but... the truth is, you’re both stuttering messes and he really loves that about the two of you - you just sound like you’re talking wobbly bobbly

I’m not sure whyyyyy but I just have this headcanon that your adorkable puns turn him on okay? okay

Whenever you get all flustered or overwhelmed, he reminds you that he’s there for you by entwining his fingers with yours. Sometimes it works... sometimes the sweet act makes you even more flustered bahaha

[lydias--stiles]

written kind of caffeinated, kind of stoned, kind of sleep-deprived juke | 2043 words | pure fluff

He knew that, rationally, he shouldn’t do it. The word “boundary!” blared in his head and the whole thing was really inconsequential and it was so stupid, but Luke simply couldn’t help himself. Was it because of his crush on her? Most definitely. Should that awareness stop him from doing dumb shit like this? Yes, except here he was.

While Julie was at school, she accidentally let the lights in her room on. And so, Luke poofed from the studio into her room to turn them off. Saving power, right? Doing the right thing, being a good person, definitely not going into her room because it was her room.

There was something relaxing about the space though. A sense of serenity falling on his shoulders every time he stepped inside and let his eyes wander and settle on new nooks and corners he hadn’t discovered yet. F+J scratched in the wood of her wardrobe, a box of pretty seashells, four tubes of the exact same mascara in her vanity. It felt familiar and human and simple and so, so Julie.

He flicked the lights off, the only light source being the sun pouring in and casting the room in a gentle glow. Her pink walls were gentler now, the colour of peaches and reminding him of summer nights with his boys on the beach. (It also reminded him of Julie’s peach deodorant that always hung around her and involuntarily made him zero in on her. Alex would argue he was always looking at her, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that the thought of peaches only held fond memories - new memories that now included her too.)

Alright. The lights were off. He did his good deed. He should go back to the boys… 

His feet moved on their own accord and plopped down on her bed, sinking into the mattress. His hands caressed the soft comforter, a smile tugging on his lips that thank the fucking music gods, he could still touch and feel things. He would’ve gone insane in an instant if they weren’t able to be in contact with anything or anyone. It was unfathomable to Luke - not hugging Reggie or massaging Alex’s shoulders or grabbing Julie’s hand. To him, music was just another way to share that sensation of contact with people. Didn’t matter if it was loud and rough or quiet and intimate, a ballad or a rock anthem. Connection: that was all he ever needed. 

His fingers slid further and suddenly he was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. Oh, man. Now he really couldn’t leave. Her bed was so comfortable! Definitely better than the mattress he had at his folks or, even worse, the couch. That thing broke his back the last months. Ha, Luke noted bitterly, maybe it was better that he hit the bucket then. Rather dead and setting the stage on fire than living with a hernia, right? 

Though Luke still slept (habit? he guessed?), he has never felt sleepy. The boys just hung around or hit the streets and then eventually felt that tug of human normalcy. “Maybe we should go to sleep, guys. Big day ahead.” He didn’t dream. It was just black. It wasn’t unwelcome; just… empty. 

But here, laying on Julie’s bed and letting his eyes blur and rest, Luke felt sleepy. Sufficiently exhausted. He didn’t know where that sudden slam of the hammer came from, but he kind of liked it. It made him feel like he was the one that went to school today, or had a tiring shift at some fast food shack, or played a gig. He stretched himself like a star, grinned as all the joints in his back popped, and then rolled on his side. Fucking heaven. 

‘What’re you doing here?’

The faraway voice lulled the groggy Luke awake. He felt like he was hit by a truck. Where was he? 

‘Hmph?’

She chuckled, his mind speeding up at just the sound and realising that shit, he did fall asleep on her bed and she caught him. His eyes cracked open, coming face to face with an amused Julie hovering on the side of the bed. His brain supplied him with the thought that she looked pretty, reminding him once again that yup, he still liked her. A sheepish smile crawled on his lips. 

‘Hey, Jules.’

She rolled her eyes and then roughly pushed him to the other side of the bed. He squeaked, grabbing onto the comforter as to not fall off and gawked at her. 

‘Dude!’

‘This is my side of the bed,’ Julie said, pointing at the indent he made. ‘If you’re going to sleep here, it’s on the other side.’

He let out a relieved breath. ‘You’re not mad?’

‘Depends.’ Her eyes narrowed. ‘Why were you in my room?’

Waving his hands towards the ceiling, he muttered. ‘Your lights were still on.’

His reply visibly mellowed her, so much that it kind of surprised him. Her smile melted into those she gave him whenever he found a gnarly lyric or impressed her with a riff or met her halfway for the mic onstage. During those moments, it was hard to deny there wasn’t more, that both knew there was more, but couldn’t really do anything about it. It was really depressing. “Yeah, Jules, I’m fucking crazy about you. Wanna make out and hope I don’t disappear the next day?” Even his impulsive streak wasn’t that extreme. 

He hadn’t expected her to smile like that right now. Not when he laid on her bed and her hair was begging for his fingers to slip through and the spot he slept on was still warm. He almost poofed away. Were they going to touch on the “more”? Was this it? 

‘Thanks,’ she eventually whispered, eyes dropping and meeting his again with a shyer smile and he knew he was sporting the exact same. A beat passed between them, eyes locked and unwavering. His fingers twitched. 

‘Uh…’ Mustering back some rationality, he said: ‘Do you want me to leave, or?’

Her hands stretched out. ‘No!’ Face twisting to something he could only describe as “cringe”, she went on a little calmer. ‘You can- it’s fine. I’m just going to do some homework anyway.’

He watched as she and her backpack found a place on the bed, both very close and very far away all at once. It shouldn’t be intimate, but it was. He was seventeen and she was sixteen and he was pretty sure his crush wasn’t completely one-sided and she just allowed him to stay. There wasn’t music or a guitar or a songbook to hide behind and it sort of terrified him. But in a good way? Like when he went cliff diving and stood at the edge, stomach whooping at the thought of jumping, or when he was at the top of a rollercoaster and the cart slowly began to tilt. It was that. The feeling of quiet exhilaration. 

All of that just cause Julie sat next to him bend over a history worksheet. Get a fucking grip, dude. 

He didn’t know how long she worked on her homework or how long he stared at the ceiling, hands weaved beneath his head, but it mustn’t been long. The weight shifted and suddenly Julie’s head fell on her pillow with a sigh. 

‘No, no, no, Julie,’ he teased, ‘gotta keep those grades up, right?’

She rolled on her side to stick her tongue out. ‘Very funny. You maybe don’t remember it anymore, but school’s exhausting.’

Luke also shifted on his side, chuckling. ‘Jules, it haunts me. That’s why I dropped out.’

‘Cute pun.’

‘Thanks.’ And then, because Luke was never one to overthink: ‘I like this.’

That smile of her came back, the one he always wanted to see. Her eyes crinkled and her lips slightly parted and so incredibly beautiful. He heard music when he looked at her. Death became sweeter if it meant he’d get to stare at the girl of his dreams. It was a morbid thought, but then again, he didn’t deem himself dead whenever he was around her. Luke probably felt so alive around her that it surprised him later on that he wasn’t. 

He wasn’t a ghost. Not to her. She didn’t need to tell him for him to know that. 

Julie tentatively held her hand out in the space between, palm up and smudged with ink. When he placed his on top, fingers barely intertwining but the sensation like a shot of oxygen, she murmured: ‘Me too.’

They didn’t plan for it to become routine, but it also felt kind of inevitable. Nearly every day, Luke would go to Julie’s room when he knew her day at school was nearing its end and waited on her. She’d come in and briefly recapitulate the day (usually some story regarding an annoying teacher and Flynn with a killer comeback), sliding down on her side of the bed and hold his hands. Some days, her fingertips quietly wandered the lines on his palms, some days his did. It was always quiet. Though the only ones in her room, they whispered. This wasn’t a secret (the boys were keenly aware where Luke spent his afternoons), but it felt wrong to speak at a normal volume when the other was so close.  

As the days progressed, they shifted closer. Not intentional, but once again inevitable. Everything about them felt like that nowadays. The longer he was around, the more he realised that this - the bond he shared with Julie - was always meant to happen. Whenever his thoughts meandered to those cosmically impossible ideas of serendipity and couldn’t wrap his head around it, Julie was always there with her smile to bring him back to earth. Or, well, to bed.

And then one day, Julie came home from school, saw him, and without saying anything, crawled right into his chest. His heartbeat didn’t pick up like he expected. It eased and relaxed, sinking deeper into the matress as his eyes fell shut from pure fucking bliss and hugged her closer. Her peach deodorant overwhelmed his senses in the best way possible, burrowing his face in her neck and her smile stretching against his sweater. She was warm and perfectly fit into the curve of his body and he was in love. The acceptance should’ve ached, but it didn’t. How could he think about tomorrow when Julie Molina was wrapped in his arms?

Time froze those afternoons. As long as she kept her head on his chest, as long as they didn’t leave the bed, their island, then nothing could hurt them. 

One afternoon, when the sun was reflecting pink and purple splotches on the walls and he was contently dissecting each curl, his heart so full it could explode, he said it. ‘I wanna do this forever.’

He felt her chuckle. ‘Inspecting my hair like a monkey, or…?’

Luke squeezed her closer. ‘C’mon, Jules.’

Her giggles quieted, chin sliding up his chest to look at him. If she found devotion shimmering behind the green, she was correct. He hoped that the warm flickering in her brown ones was the same. 

Her voice was small. ‘You do?’

He nodded, every movement too big or too loud, afraid it would ruin the perfect quietude surrounding them. The room melted away, her face all that was left. Before he let the tug in his chest (the same thread that looped them in this embrace) guide him closer, she got there first. Julie surged upwards, barely needing to close any distance to softly find his lips. He cradled her cheek, warmth brimming from every pore on his skin, love pouring from his lips onto hers. It was short and sweet, but their smiles as they did were anything but. It felt like the first flower blooming in spring. Giddy, he kissed her again. He loved her. (It was inevitable.) 

Julie hummed an unknown melody in his ear, lilting and just as giddy, her fingers circling right above his heart. It stammered to blend with hers. Luke met her gaze, noses brushing and smiles private and eyes adoring. She loved him. (It was inevitable.)

‘Then let’s do it forever.’

[izzyfandoms]

Logince - Curse

(This is one of 36 Halloween-themed ficlets I'm posting today! One for every sides/Remy/Emile/Thomas ship plus creativitwins!)

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Masterpost

Logan was cursed.

And he didn't mean that in an exaggerated or figurative sense. He wasn't just spectacularly unlucky, or saying that for no good reason.

He was actually, literally cursed, and had been for almost five years now.

It was how he had discovered the existence of magic. He had accidentally pissed off a witch - in hindsight, yelling at a mysterious old person following him home had probably been a mistake: if it hadn't let to a curse, it might have led to a kidnapping.

And, now, well... he was cursed.

No one could ever fall in love with him, or even develop any sort of crush on him.

It had at first seemed like a useless curse, when he was 12 and had no desire for romance. But now that he was a teenager, having had crushes on a variety of people, it was really starting to feel like a burden.

Like all curses, it could be broken, of course. Only his true love was immune to the curse, and could break it at first kiss.

But a kiss from anyone else would lead them to despise him: to hate him so much they never wanted to see him again. He had never kissed anyone, though, far too afraid of the curse to risk that.

He didn't believe he would ever find a true love, anyway.

And, honestly, Logan was skeptical that such a thing even existed.

(Though he had once felt that way about magic and witches and curses, and he had been very, very wrong about that.)

"Hey, hey, specs!" A voice called out as hand waved in front of Logan's face.

Logan snapped out of his thoughts, and his eyes suddenly landed on one of his friends, Roman, who was sat right beside him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Roman continued with a teasing grin.

"My thoughts are worth much more than a penny," Logan huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. "You could not afford them."

Roman laughed, and Logan's heart skipped a beat in his chest.

(Oh, the joy of hearing the laughter of one who you adore. And, oh, the pain of a love thought unrequited.)

"It's your turn to spin," Roman said, gesturing to the bottle that was in the centre of their little group.

Remy - who was sat opposite Logan - let out an irritated huff, likely rolling his eyes behind his dark sunglasses.

"The bottle landed on you," Remy said, gesturing towards it. "So now you gotta spin it, and then kiss whoever it lands on, kay? C'mon, we haven't got all day. I haven't had a turn yet, hurry up."

Logan opened and closed his mouth a few times.

Roman turned and half-heartedly glared at Remy.

"Don't be a jerk, Rem. He doesn't have to play if he doesn't want to," Roman scolded. "Calm down."

"Well, why's he in the circle then?" Remy huffed, unaware of the fact that Logan had been so lost in thought, that he hadn't known what he'd agreed to. "Oh, whatever. I'll just spin for him."

Before Logan could stop him, Remy leant forward and spun the bottle. It spun and it spun and it spun and Logan was practically hypnotised by the long, turning movement, before it finally slowed to a stop...

... pointing at Roman.

There was a beat of silence, where Roman and Logan's eyes met, and both of their faces reddened as they stared at one another.

Then, Remus - who was sat right next to his brother - howled with laughter.

"Ha! Oh my god, that's hilarious."

Remy laughed, too, and Patton - who was sat between Remus and Remy - put his hand over his mouth to hide his own giggles out of politeness.

"You- you don't have to," Roman stumbled over his words. "If you don't want to. It's okay."

Logan had never wanted something more in his whole life. And he had never not wanted something more, either.

Kissing Roman... was something he dreamt about practically every night. He was head over heels - having so deeply fallen for Roman that it almost hurt to look at him.

He wanted to kiss him. He really, really wanted to kiss him.

But, if he did... then Roman would hate him. Roman would despise him.

He didn't want that.

He really, really didn't want that.

But... there was a small, totally illogical part of Logan's brain that told him that maybe it didn't matter. If Roman wasnt going to love him back anyway, maybe making him hate him would be easier.

And one kiss would be better than the nothing he would get otherwise.

Logan made his decision, and decided to act upon it before he could actually think it through and change his mind.

(Roman had been trying to get Logan to loosen up and be more impulsive for a while. Logan doubted that this was what Roman had intended, but he chose not to think about that any longer.)

"Okay," Logan said.

Roman's eyes widened. "Really? Okay?"

Logan nodded. "Yes, okay. I- I don't see the harm in just one kiss."

(Logan knew that Roman knew that he'd never kissed anyone before, quite unlike Roman himself. Perhaps that was why Roman was so hesitant.)

"Yes, okay! Do this quickly so I can have my turn," Remy said, clapping his hands together.

"You do realise that you do not decide when you have a turn, right?" Logan said flatly. "It is entirely random."

Remy blew a raspberry, waving his hand dismissively.

"Well, I'm never gonna get a turn if you two take so long. Now, c'mon, smooch so we can get this over with."

"Uh..." Roman trailed off, giving Logan a questioning look despite his earlier confirmation.

Logan nodded, taking a deep breath to prepare himself. Then, he shifted forward, closer to Roman.

He wasn't sure exactly what to do, especially since he had no experience kissing anybody, but, luckily, Roman seemed to understand this and took the first step. He reached up, gently taking Logan's face in his hands.

Roman paused for a moment, hesitating, before he leant in and kissed Logan.

The moment his warm, soft lips met Logan's, something shattered inside of him. For one, terrible moment, he thought it was his heart breaking.

But then he realised that he wasn't hurting. Instead, he was... happy.

So, so happy.

And when Roman pulled away, Logan didn't have time to feel any kind of dread.

He opened his eyes as Roman pulled back, looking into Roman's. He searched for any kind of hatred, but... there was nothing of the sort.

Roman was looking at him so fondly, so softly, that he couldn't possibly hate him.

Logan did not understand.

Until he did.

His eyes widened.

Before he could say anything - though he had absolutely no idea what he could even say - he was interrupted by Remus wolf-whistling.

"Ha! Get a room you two," he called out.

Roman turned and glared at his brother, breaking the moment between him and Logan.

"Shut it, Remus."

Logan... did not know what to think.

Roman didn't hate him. Roman did not hate him.

Roman... kissed him, and did not hate him.

Was the curse broken? If so, did that mean... did that mean...

Logan stared at Roman, and as the game continued - their friends moving on from the two of them - Roman turned to look back at him. He gave Logan a soft, fond smile that gave Logan wonderful butterflies in his stomach.

Roman... did Roman break Logan's curse?

Was Roman his true love?

Did Roman love Logan?

Logan reached forward, taking Roman's hand in his own and squeezing it.

[pokemon-toxicologist]

Hello! This is just a get-to-know-me post, so here are some fun facts!

I grew up in Sinnoh and started out as a Pokemon trainer aiming to face the Champion, Cynthia, but along the way I fell in love with my team (they're the best!) and when we failed to beat Cythia, we sort of all realised it wasn't what we wanted to do anyway.

So we just explored the world and headed off to Alola for a while, where we made new friends and I realised how much I really ooved poison types.

My partners are:

Pip-Pip the Empoleon

He was my very first partner whom I received from Professor Rowan as a Piplup. He's as much as a poison nerd as I am, with the added bonus that he cannot be affected by any accidental inhalation of poison dust (as I am wont to do).

Rosin the Roselia

She was the first Pokemon I caught after meeting Pip. I met her as a budew and between her and Pip we made short work of the Orburgh Gym. After she evolved, she realised she didn't really want to change. She liked who she was and so we decided to forgo looking for a Shiny Stone. And she makes some lovely tea.

Crobar the Crobat (I'm lucky he shares my sense of humour, in fact, I'm lucky a lot of my Pokemon do).

I caught him near the beginning of my Sinnoh journey as a Zubat in Wayward Cave. We travelled for a while, but he was having a tough time in battles because he only knew leech life, but he really put his heart into it and found his stride (flap?). He evolved just before we faced the Ice-type gym leader and, to my surprise, evolved again right after into a Crobat. He didn't seem to like being a Golbat for those few hours, so I'm glad our friendship was enough to help him evolve.

Zazzle the Salandit

I ran into her the moment I stepped into the tall grass in Wala Volcano Park. She was really fiesty and came at Crobar with all she had. They both had tons of fun despite the gap in experience (I'm almost 100% sure Crow was humouring her to let her have her fun). But she just wouldn't stop following us after that! So I asked the rest of the guys and they were super enthusiastic to let her join the group. So she did, and after exploring the island a bit more, we returned to Hau'oli City. After all these months together, she seems to be getting really restless and it looks like she might want to evolve, so we'll see how that goes!

Cora the Mareanie

She joined my little group just after returning to Hau'oli City from Akala Island after Pip helped her free from being stuck between some rocks. She was really skittish for the first while until she realised he was immune to her poison spines. She was so excited after that that I had to introduce her to the rest of the team (who all adore her like the wee sprite she is).

Haze the Castform-Koffing hybrid

They were given to me to take care of by @alexanders-pokemon-adventure a little while ago. They're fairly quiet but also very friendly. They enjoy getting pets from anyone who will give them out but especially from Pip since he doesn't have to wear protective gear. They look up to Pip like a big brother and have made super fast friends with Cora!

Well, that's all of them, my most precious partners in the world! Feel free to ask about them or our journey together as well as any (poison) points of interest. I'm sorry if you don't like terrible puns, my friends have been trying to train it out of me but I'm unfortunately-for-them incorrigible!

[simplee-dreaming]

Punny

This is a Ler!Sirius and Ler!Remus tickle fic. Posted on my main account first but I’m quite proud of this one so it’s being posted here too. 

Summary: The reader keeps making bad jokes so Sirius and Remus have a way of shutting her up...

Word count: 1599

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You’ve been friends with Harry Potter since the second year of Hogwarts. Being in the same year as Ginny meant you two bonded fairly well and as you grew older, you grew closer to Harry. He was like a brother to you. Everyone around you felt like your family, especially the Order of the Phoenix which Harry introduced you to. 

Sirius was Harry’s godfather but he often treated you like a god-child too because of how close you were to Harry. Remus was Sirius’ best friend so he was often there to join in the fun. Sirius and Remus were so much fun to wind up, they would often either join in with insulting each other or gang up on you.

Today you were feeling extra cheeky. The Order was gathered at 12 Grimmauld Place for a meeting which had only just finished so you made your way to the living room to join Sirius, Remus, Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred and George. They were discussing Fred and George’s new range of joke sweets. 

“I love jokes” you said, sitting down on an empty chair.

“We’re well aware of that Y/N” Ginny said, smiling at you. You turned to Ron.

“Hey Ron, don’t ever interrupt someone working intently on a puzzle”

“Why?” Ron asked

“Because you may get some crosswords” 

Everyone groaned which made you giggle.

“Y/N stop telling bad jokes” Sirius warned. You just smirked at him and continued. 

“You know, I’m a big fan of whiteboards. I heard they’re remarkable”. Everyone groaned again, Remus laughed aloud. Sirius glared at you.

“Really?” he asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh I’m deadly Sirius” you looked back at him, determined not to smile.

“Y/N, I’m warning you,” he said sternly. Remus chuckled softly to himself at your remarks. 

“What about you Remus? Don’t my jokes make you howl with laughter?” 

Remus stopped chuckling and raised an eyebrow at you.

“Excuse me?” he asked. 

“Maybe you’re just unaware of how funny I am. Hey! You’re an unaware-wolf!” 

Fred and George both snorted at how bad that joke was. 

“Y/N….” Remus said sternly 

“Yes?” you replied

“You know Remus, I think a certain little miss is after something” Sirius said, a playful glint in his eye that made you nearly smile

“Sirius, I think you may be onto something” Remus said, now smirking at you.

Your heart began pounding as both of them stood up.

“TIme to teach this cheeky madam a lesson” Sirius said, reaching to grab you but before he could you had launched yourself out of the chair and legged it out of the room.

“Y/N! GET BACK HERE YOU CHEEKY SOD” You heard Sirius scream as you ran all around the house giggling. 

“OH WE ARE SO GONNA GET YOU!” Remus shouted, also chasing you.

You bolted into one of the rooms and tried to shut the door but you didn’t realise how close both men were until they blocked you from closing the door and burst in. You slowly backed away from them, the nerves were starting to build as both of them smirked. 

“Looks like someone’s in a lot of trouble” Sirius cooed. In one swift move he picked you up, threw you onto the bed and straddled your waist. 

“Remus! Get her arms, she’s in enough trouble as it is without her blocking my skilled fingers” 

Remus battled with your flailing arms and pinned them above your head with his knees, he was now towering over your head whilst Sirius was still pinning your waist. 

“Now then missy, I think you’ve got some apologising to do for those god awful puns” Sirius said, his hand resting on your tummy.

“I won’t apologise, I’m having Sirius fun” you said. You knew in that moment that you had done it for good, but it was worth every word. Sirius sighed at you and exchanged looks with Remus, who was trying so hard not to smile at your joke. 

“Watch it Y/N, you know how good Sirius is, you don’t want to wind him up further” Remus warned

“Hey Sirius I think this place may need redecorating...it’s looking a bit Black” 

Remus scoffed at your joke but Sirius growled.

“I did warn you Y/N”. Sirius dragged his hand down your side, slowly wiggling his fingers. You squirmed a bit but clamped your mouth shut, determined not to give them the satisfaction. Sirius’ other hand joined in on the other side, now ten sets of nails raking down your ticklish sides. You squirmed and squealed, not being able to move much with them both pinning you down. 

“What’s the matter Y/N? Ticklish?” Sirius asked before shaking a hand in the centre of your tummy. You arched your back and let out a muffled scream, determined not to open your mouth. Sirius noticed you were trying to hold back the laugh so he decided to attack. Both hands scribbling up and down your sides and across your tummy, you couldn’t hold it any longer and screamed out.

“NOHOHOHO WAIHAHAHAIT” 

“You had your chance missy, now we’re going to tickle an apology out of you” 

“REHEHEHEHEMUS HEHEHEHEHELP” You pleaded to Remus, whose caring eyes were looking down at you. He gave a sympathetic smile as you cried his name. 

“Alright Sirius ease up, I can’t watch her suffer” 

Sirius stopped tickling you and looked at Remus, his face looked as confused as yours. 

“Sorry?” Sirius said.

“I said I can’t watch her suffer. Not if I’m not the one causing it” Remus said before scribbling all ten fingers into your armpits. You screamed from the sudden attack, desperate to bring your arms down but Remus kept them pinned above you. Sirius smiled mischievously at him.

“That’s my boy” Sirius then joined the attack by scribbling in between each of your ribs. 

“STOHOHOHOP AHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE” you bucked and squirmed, desperate to get away. Sirius noticed your top had ridden up from your squirming so he ceased his attack and slowly dragged a finger across your waistline. Remus followed and gently stroked up and down your arms to keep you giggling. 

“Ready to apologise yet missy?” Sirius asked. You shook your head and bit your lip, trying to soften the giggles.

“You know Sirius, I think you deserve a break after all that. Even the tickle monster gets tired sometimes. Maybe you could use a snack?” Remus said, evilly smirking but trying not to look at you. You instantly knew what was coming and shook your head.

“N-no no no, he’s not hungry, he can m-manage” you stuttered out but Sirius tilted his head to the side. 

“You’re right Remus, I am a little peckish. A couple of raspberries may do the trick.” Sirius bent down and blew a big raspberry on your belly button, then one on your waistline, shaking his head into it so his facial hair tickled your sensitive tummy. You threw your head back and dissolved into silent laughter, unable to move. 

“The tickle monster enjoys getting cheeky girls like you, ESPECIALLY if they have a veeeery ticklish tummy” Sirius blew another raspberry on your belly, this time coupled with one hand tickling your hip and another on your ribcage. Remus smiled fondly at you, his heart filled with joy every time he heard you laugh. He also smiled fondly at Sirius, he enjoyed Sirius turning into the tickle monster too so mixing him and you together made him so happy. 

Sirius had stopped blowing raspberries and went back to lightly scratching at your bare skin, allowing you to breathe but still making you giggle. You looked up at Remus through your tear filled eyes.

“Rehehemus please, help me” you giggled out.

“Nuh-uh, Remus, darling, you’re going to help me. I still haven’t heard an apology yet” Sirius shuffled down a bit and started squeezing your thighs which made you buck.

“NOHOHOHOT THERE HAHAHAHAAA” 

Remus used his quick fingers to tickle your underarms and ribs. One hand accidentally brushed against your neck and you shrieked.

“Oh? What’s this?” Remus asked before using the other hand to do the same. You shrieked again, louder this time. 

“Jackpot.” Remus grinned as he used his fast fingers to tickle your neck and ears. You shook your head from side to side but he always managed to find a good spot to tickle. 

Sirius stopped his own attack and smiled at Remus. He felt proud that all the teasing and skillful tickling he used on Remus was paying off. 

“STOHOHOHOP PLEHEHEASE I”M SOHOHOHOHORRY” you screamed out. The neck and ear tickling pushed you over the edge and you couldn’t take anymore. Remus stopped immediately. 

“Sorry for what?” Sirius asked.

“I’m sohohorry for the bad jokes, I just wanted to make you laugh” you giggled out, feeling the ghost tickles on your tummy and neck. They both got off you, Remus sat you up and hugged you tightly from behind, you relaxed into his arms as Sirius stroked your head and played with your hair. 

“We know, and I did laugh because they were so bad.” Remus said, he then leaned in before whispering “Sirius will never admit to it, but he loves playing tickle monster when you get cheeky” 

You giggled and looked at Sirius who growled softly at you and pinched your side, making you squeak. 

They both held you for a while which you loved. Despite being a teenager, the two of them always babied you. And though you would never ever admit it out loud, you really loved being tickled. 

[pluviophile-bookworm]

High School Musical: The Musical: The Series: The Rewatch pt. 4

I really need a pick-me-up after 2x11, and I feel like 1x7 might be what I'm looking for, so here I am again with another HSMTMTS rewatch. I'm genuinely so excited for both of these episodes, so without further ado, let's jump right into

1x6: She stands for... lies, pressure and very inappropriate suggestions (coming here after 2x11 might have been a mistake, actually)

I honestly don't get why Nini's reaction to seeing Ricky in full Troy costume was so big — he actually looked pretty ok to me. Sure, the wig is a bit too much, but so what, it's cute.

Ahhh my boy Reddy is so adorable in that talking head... 'click!' Gosh, I love seeing him so cheerful! Guess he's embracing his role as part of the crew. As he should.

'I'm home'. Yes, Sebby, and you look so good, too! Gosh, I love this scene so much. I can't believe I'd forgotten about it.

Gina looks beautiful, though — I mean, she looks beautiful in anything, but I really like the Taylor look on her.

Ok, I fully understand everyone's frustration about this picture — it's genuinely so hard to get a good picture of someone jumping up in the air, and I can only imagine what it would be like with six people. A bunch of my classmates tried to do something like that ages ago and, needless to say, it didn't go very well. No good pictures were taken that day.

Ah, Portwell: the early days. Ok, but wanting something and feeling like you have to get it is far from the same thing, EJ. Honestly, these two in their early days as accomplices... this is not the first time they've been like 'X is the same thing as Y' when it's obviously not. I mean, of course, that time they became accomplices because 'we want the same thing' — which, at that point, they didn't.

Ok, but they were in such unison with that 'Not now!'... couple goals! You know, even before either of them had considered the possibility of them being a couple for real.

That's a lot of pressure that Miss Jenn is putting on dear Carlito over there. I mean, he's one of the youngest at the drama club and he has to essentially do her job for her, all while she's not even sure if she'll be able to return to her job. I just... keep reminding myself that these kids are closer in age to my little brother than they are to me (except for EJ, who is precisely in the middle), and then the pressure they're under takes on completely new proportions in my mind. None of them should have to deal with all of this. And no amount of 'trust the process' is making it better.

'Should I just live vicariously through someone else?' Oh Reddy, you should just live for yourself. I mean, the truth is I don't practice what I preach most of the time, but I really do mean this. Just go out there and live your best life. You're not Ricky's therapy dog or anything (that being said, Ricky's getting a therapy dog when?).

What part of 'a forest of boys' does Nini not get? It's simple enough. Just help Carlos do his job, how about that? I mean, he shouldn't have to do everything himself anyway.

See? He cracked. That's what happens when you put all this responsibility on a teen's shoulders and be like 'deal with it'. He was just trying his best, you guys. He did not deserve all the clapback.

Ricky's forced optimism about Miss Jenn and the show is too much even for me. Sure, I know everything turns out mostly alright at the end, but this just sounds like Ricky's on the verge of a breakdown. You know, every time someone's been too unrealistically positive on this show, it has ended in a breakdown. And that's the last thing I want.

I do agree about the simple acoustic version of the song, though. Sometimes simple is the best option.

Major props to Carlos for going up to Mr. Mazzara like that. If someone had bullied me, and especially if that someone was a teacher, I'd never have dared to call them 'Benjamin Mazarra!' to their face. Even when he's on the verge of despair, this boy is still the boldest. And we love him for that.

Is this where the 'Carlos Surname' joke started, though? I had forgotten. It was funny while it lasted.

Ricky doesn't know it yet, but he's seriously playing with Gina's feelings there. And I don't blame him because, again, he doesn't know yet, but I still feel bad for her.

'Despite the 4.3 GPA, I'm actually an idiot.' — EJ is high intelligence, low wisdom, confirmed. Not that this is news, but I really don't remember much about this season, so I'm pointing this out now.

Now forgive me if I'm not feeling for Miss Jenn after 2x11... she did some really unforgivable things there. Still, as much as I want to say a real qualified teacher would not do any of that, my personal experience suggests otherwise, quite unfortunately. Miss Jenn might not be very emotionally mature, but not having legal teaching credentials is not her biggest issue, really. It is precisely her lack of emotional maturity.

OMG, Big Red accidentally invited the entire drama club over! And that, I guess, is half of how Redlyn established themselves as the hosts of every out-of-school drama club gathering. Thanksgiving is, of course, the other half. Gosh, those two were the parents of the drama club even before they were a couple. Guess they're soulmates in that way, too.

Ok, so I didn't comment on this after 2x8 when Big Red did it to Ricky, but now that I finally notice that Seb did it to Carlos, too (I took my time, thanks), I need to talk about the knee touch thing. See, this is exactly the amount of touch I used to be comfortable with (since I'm very touch-averse) — both on the giving and on the receiving end — and it can mean so much when you feel bad. It's a subtle 'hey, I'm here, it's going to be fine', a sort of hug-without-the-hugging... I feel like this is a gesture we don't see enough of in media and it can feel just as intimate as, say, holding hands or cuddling. I don't want to talk about kissing because I don't know anything about it. But I just love how we've got the knee touch depicted by both a romantic pairing and a platonic pairing in the show. Ok, rant over. But I just really wanted to talk about this because, well, I saw myself in it.

'Her past is a little bit sketchy'... I see, Ash has already started writing Truth, Justice and Songs in Our Key, even if she doesn't know it quite yet.

Miss Jenn finding out Mike is Ricky's dad is just as awkward as it should be. Whatever they had going on should have ended right then and there.

'... people in the dramatic arts are insane' — 'Thank you.' — Umm, Miss Jenn, you are not really helping your case there. Quite frankly, you're lucky you've got the allegiance of the entire drama club. I don't think they'd have your back as much after 2x11, though.

Ok, but... Big Red wearing a longcoat just to take it off for the dramatic flair of it all? An icon if I've ever seen one. Also, mad props to Larry for apparently learning this number in record time after Dara got injured.

Oh, and... mad props to all the kids in-universe for writing, rehearsing, and learning this entire number in one night.

So both Seb and Natalie have solo lines in the song... and Seb was promoted to main in s2. So does this mean Natalie will get the same treatment in s3? I mean, that will probably mean they'll try to stick her in some sort of romantic plot, and I really don't need that, but I really, really want her to be a main character.

Also, let's not forget we had our first Redlyn moment in this number... seeing them dance together makes my heart jump with joy!

I won't lie, though, the entire dance number and everything was just a little bit uncomfortable to watch after 2x11... these kids do so much for Miss Jenn, and what does she do? Put insane amounts of pressure on some of them, shuts others down at every attempt to put in a word, favours yet others despite their abysmal performance at the audition, and then has the audacity to tell that same person to jump off of something high, with all the implications attached? Not that I'm naming any names, of course. Ok, this has taken a sudden and uncalled for turn for the dark, so I guess I'll just move right along to the next episode now.

1x7: A world where 'That was terrible!' and 'I'm so happy!' can both be true at the same time

My girl Ash is doing the recap! And she's a pun queen, too. 'Miss Jenn was in hot water, Carlos was a hot mess...' — not pleasant, but so true. But wbk. Ashlyn is the best.

And... Ricky and Nini's on and off chemistry is back on. Good for them, because after season 2, I really needed to see a good rehearsal. But I'm thinking EJ's joy at the end-of-school bell had little to do with Thanksgiving...

That look Reddy gave Ashlyn as she was walking out... might be me digging for breadcrumbs, but I think I just saw the exact moment my boy fell, and he fell hard. Ok, I realise now after I've said this that 'fall' probably isn't the best choice of words, but you know what I mean. Fell for Ashlyn. Not like... oh, never mind.

'So meek, so mild, sword!' I can't really explain it, but I love this line. And I feel like it describes Ash so perfectly: like, she might be meek and mild, but if you cross her, she's armed. Gosh, I love her!

Not the Caswell parents leaving their children alone over two holiday breaks! No wonder these two are the way they are. But they're about to get a beautiful Thanksgiving celebration. [Fun personal fact: the year I was born, my birthday fell on Thanksgiving day. That doesn't mean much in Bulgaria, but my dad works with a lot of Americans so my parents knew about it and I've known this and that about this holiday I've never celebrated since I was very young. I have no idea why I'm telling you this, but Thanksgiving has always reminded me of my birthday for this reason, so... ok, moving on.]

So I know she kind of suggested it, but... why does Carlos think it's his place to invite people over to Ashlyn's? I mean, this was part 2 of Redlyn establishing themselves as the hosts for any out-of-school gathering, but... oh well, it led to a beautiful party with everyone, so... I'll allow it.

I really liked Nini's talk with her grandma. It was really nice, and a very fitting way to remind everyone what Thanksgiving is originally about. I feel like people often forget that when it comes to... literally every major commercialised holiday.

Wow, EJ really is that person where once the tap is open, it can't stop spilling. And I kind of like that look on him. It's a transitional stage between EJ 1.0 and EJ 2.0, and I appreciate it for what it is.

Ahhhh it's Redlyn's first proper 1-on-1 conversation! I mean, it got kind of really awkward really quickly because of — surprise, surprise — Nini and Ricky (and EJ), but those two are so adorable! No more breadcrumbs — we're about to get an entire five-course meal here! Which goes really well with the Thanksgiving setting, now that I think of it.

Gosh, they've never really talked and my boy whips out the 'the only thing I'd ever throw at your face is a brighter spotlight' line right off the bat? Boy is whipped! But like, he is the master of grand gestures where Ashlyn is concerned. Still, in this first moment they shared, he really was like, go big or go home, and home isn't really an option here. But I should have known, it's in his name after all. Gosh, I love both of those two so much! Especially when they're together.

Ok, so... this is a really bad way to meet your mother's new boyfriend. Poor Ricky. As if ringing his mum wasn't hard enough already.

See, when I rewatch season 1, I get where the Rina stans are coming from, but then again, remember when I used to say I wanted Gina and EJ to just be friends? Yeah, that's changed too. Not that I ever shipped Rina romantically — I rarely ever ship a pairing unless they're explicitly stated to have something going on, just because I can't see that sort of stuff very clearly — but I really, really want them (Ricky and Gina, I mean) to be really good friends. Once they get past the awkwardness of their sort of history, I mean.

I miss the good old days when Nini was a nice person... I mean, we kind of (really) had a glimpse of that in 2x11 (I'm guessing she was making up for Miss Jenn's very inappropriate slip-up), but I miss the days before she was this big internet-famous songwriter and actually had to be convinced by Ashlyn that she should write songs for herself... wait, now that I think of it... Ashlyn might have helped create a monster there. Oh well. Still love her so much!

You know, I love the Choosical, but it's all a bit sad, if you stop to think about it for a sec. Just picture little single-digit-aged Carlito making this whole thing up in an attempt to participate in his favourite thing... only to not have anyone to play with for the next ten years. Great, I just made myself cry. The thing is, I relate to that story a bit too much. I remember in preschool, when the rest of the children would play together, I'd sit in a corner by myself and read the only book that was there... over and over, day after day. I don't even remember a single thing about that little book right now, but back then I clung to it like it was everything. And I couldn't very much share the experience with any of my peers, seeing as I was the only kid there who could actually read (my grandma used to be a preschool teacher and she taught me to read when I was 4). So yeah. I went off on a rather personal tangent there. Thing is, I know how little Carlos felt and I'm so happy that he finally gets to share this thing he made with a loving and supportive group of friends. Everything has its time and place, I guess.

'Look, I'm not following Big Red just because he paid me a compliment' — of course not, dear, you know your own worth and we love that for you — but see, when he said that thing that you're referring to as a compliment, he did not lie! You really are the brightest star and deserve the brightest spotlight. See, the thing I love most about Redlyn's compliments to each other is that they're so sincere and state nothing but the absolute truth. Those two just see each other for what they are, and love each other as they are. And I think that is beautiful.

It's so funny to me every time someone gets something wrong and Carlos just walks past them out of nowhere and corrects them without missing a beat. I kind of relate to that side of him, too. Except it's usually about grammar and language in my case, not HSM trivia.

If I were Nini in this scene, and was suddenly put face to face with Emily on the spot like that, I would not have been able to handle it. So props to Nini for handling it.

Yeah, sorry to break it to you, Emily dear, but whatever you're doing is not a Cockney accent. I don't claim to be an accent expert, but I know first-hand what Cockney sounds like and... that's just not it. Even Dick Van Dyke was closer to a Cockney accent in Mary Poppins, and that's saying something. (See, I feel bad criticising any aspect of Emily because her actress is no longer with us, but... I have no idea who let them get away with passing this off as Cockney).

Is this the beginning of Jennzara there? I am loving this.

Of course Carlos was obsessed with Glee as a kid... but wasn't he a bit too young for it when it aired? I know I was, and I'm older than those kids. I mean, I waited until I was emotionally mature enough to watch Glee, and that wasn't until 3 years ago, when I was 18 going on 19. Ok, I'm thinking too much into this. Moving on.

Ahhhhh, Redlyn! Just... all of their moments. But screaming the lyrics of What I've Been Looking For on top of their lungs while looking right at each other... was so beautiful to watch. Give me more of that!

EJ: 'That was terrible.' Seb: 'I'm so happy!' — Moods, both of them. Those two are real-life emojis, aren't they? And we love them for that.

'... without laughing... or killing each other.' — I feel like that last specification was needed given that it's Ricky and EJ we're talking about, and especially what happened last time they had to do a one-on-one exercise during rehearsal. The ensuing scene, however, is the most hilarious thing!

Root beer, huh? Is that the HSMTMTS code for 'awkward' now? I mean, Nini and Gina had a nice talk there, all things considered. I really want the two of them to put the Ricky thing past them and be friends... but we'll see.

Gina is trying to make the sleepover thing look like 'it's not a big deal' despite how big of a deal it obviously is to her... to which I say, good for you, girl, but I wouldn't know. The only sleepovers I've ever had have been with my little cousin who is 9 years younger than me and also insists on sleeping with a very bright nightlight on, which means I can't sleep at all. So yeah, I wouldn't know. But I'm happy that Gina is feeling included.

So this is the exact moment when it becomes clear that Big Red is not telling us the complete truth when it comes to his HSM knowledge... '14 and 10'? Even I didn't know that. I knew 14, but... for someone who allegedly 'hates musicals', my boy has very detailed knowledge of one certain musical movie... I love how it got him a certain girl's attention, though. Not that she wasn't already paying attention to him, if you catch my drift.

Ok, but this hits even harder now than it did the first time — just when Gina has finally managed to make friends, to feel included in their group, her mum has to move her away again. This is straight-up tragic. I'll say it now, and I'll probably say it again when it comes up in the rewatch — Ashlyn is an absolute queen for taking Gina in for the next semester.

'That's sort of what you always do, huh? Take care of everyone else' — yeah, Ash, and you do the same. You two just need someone to do for you what you do for other people. See, guys, this is what I mean. This is why they're soulmates. Because in a world that has more or less forced both of them to put others first, they put each other first. They each get to be the most important person to each other after they've been stepping back for others all the time. And if that isn't beautiful, I don't know what is. I know I'm repeating myself over and over saying this, but... they own my heart and soul and I'm not for sale.

Ok, but Ashlyn's little run after Big Red left was so cute! Girl is... I don't know why I keep using that word, but... falling.

Unpopular opinion: Out of the Old is the best Nini solo to come out of this series to date. Maybe I feel that way just because I relate to it most, but hey, that is a valid reason to like something.

Oof, EJ's losing followers. Oh well, if they're unfollowing him for being too honest, they didn't like the real him to begin with. So good riddance to them.

Yikes... Jennzara fell asleep with flammable stuff left unattended... we all know how that ended, but just the fact that they felt comfortable enough to fall asleep in each other's presence... speaks volumes. So I guess... well, I don't know what exactly I'm saying regarding the fire they caused, but I loved this big little moment they had.

So this is it. That was 1x6 and 7 and, well, they were beautiful, but there are some parts I can't look at in the same way anymore after 2x11. Guess that's the risk of a rewatch. The Redlyn scenes, though — still the best part of both of these episodes. That and a couple of other things for which I don't need to pretend like I haven't seen season 2.

[penguinwithitsarseonfire]

Gave Me the Blues and then Purple-Pink Skies

Part 1 (here we are) | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Pairing: 13th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2,501

Warnings: Descriptions of an Earthquake

Summary: You and the Doctor accidentally land on the wrong planet, and, after an Earthquake, come to learn that you can't necessarily leave with the TARDIS just yet.

A/N: Hi there!! So this is my first reader insert ever, I wrote this based off of the amazing @kisstherainwriting​ equally phenomenal 13th Doctors Companion Piece Arrangement because when I listened to it (and if you haven't yet, I really recommend that you do!), it immediately unleashed such a surge of writing inspiration that I couldn't not write, y'know. This is going to be a four part series that I'll be updating every week, I hope you enjoy it!

The heat beat against your bare skin as you squinted at the red sun, framing your hand around your eyes to shield you from its angry glare. “What’s this planet called again?”

The Doctor, who was squatting, ran her fingers through the hot sand, and stood up beside you. “I’m not sure,” she said. “Though it’s certainly not Erinda.”

You hummed, peeling off your jacket; it was already ridiculously warm inside the thing. “Yeah I’m not seeing any pink snow. Just a lot of…” you stood on the tips of your toes, swiveling your head this way and that to gather your surroundings. “Sand. There’s only sand.”

The Doctor sniffed the air, as if she could tell the location by smell – which, knowing her, she probably could. She crinkled her nose. “Yeah I haven’t got a clue,” she said, and rocked backwards and forwards on the balls of her feet. “Shall we find out then?”

Your heart plummeted as you stared out into the great barren expanse of nothing. If you concentrated hard enough, you could almost see the heat lines waving against the yellow sand.

The arid heat made you feel sticky in your clothes and a sudden trek under that hot sun didn’t sound very promising. “How exactly do we do that?” You asked. “There isn’t necessarily a tourist information center.”

The Doctor gave you a look for a moment, as if you’d grown a second head. “What we always do, we’ll explore. The TARDIS must’ve bought us here for a reason, she always does.”

Ah, yep, there it was. A walk.

You hated that you’d called it.

You turned to face the TARDIS. “Speaking of, wouldn’t it make more sense to have the TARDIS scan the planet or something? Then we’d know what we were getting ourselves into.”

If anything, that made The Doctor even more confused, and she scrunched her face up as if there were a bad smell. “Why would we do that?”

You gestured to your outfit, to your thick winter boots and thermal pants, and took a moment to tighten the arms of your winter jacket around your waist. “I haven’t exactly dressed for the desert. I’m pretty hot right now Doc.”

The Doctor blinked, as if just finally realising that you weren’t exactly comfortable right now. She gave you a sheepish grin and flushed slightly. “Ah, right. I’m sorry, I didn’t-,”

The rest of The Doctors reply was lost in the eerie echo that cracked through the dense atmosphere. It almost sounded like thunder, if thunder were the sort to throw itself out from the ground with all the fury of the demons of hell. The sand vibrated at your feet, little granules jumping into the air as if they were dancing with the noise.

Then the ground began to shake.

At first, neither you nor The Doctor moved. Your brain couldn’t wrap itself around the input from your ears and your feet, it was like a sensory overload. The ground was moving and the noise was loud, you could feel it in your toes, running up your legs, and into the base of your spine. Then, like a switch had been flicked, The Doctor’s hand was in yours, and she was pulling you to the ground.

“It’s an Earthquake,” she said, or, at least, you thought she said. You couldn’t quite hear her, but you could make out how her mouth shaped the words. “Stay low.”

You squeezed The Doctor’s hand with your own, your knuckles white with your grip. Her hand was an anchor, tethering you as every other one of your senses went on high alert. It was the only action you could accomplish, the kind that all-consuming, helpless fear creates. You didn’t experience it often travelling with The Doctor – there was always a plan when you were with her, but this time… Well, the small sane part of your brain that was quietly processing this was grateful to have The Doctor to hold on to.

A loud crack ripped across the land, the sound piercing your ears. You watched in horror as part of the landscape, no more than 1000 feet away from you, fell into the earth. A plume of sand shot into the sky, and you squeezed your eyes shut, shielding your face away with your free arm as the sand came crashing down.

Then, as soon as it had started, it stopped.

The ground stilled and your body tingled, as if it still thought that the sand below you was shaking. You stuck your head up, squinting in the light as your ears rang, a low piercing shrill like your mind believed that awful thunderous roar was continuing. You blinked, once, twice, and ran a hand through your hair, carefully sitting up.

Beside you, you felt The Doctor shuffle as she mimicked your movements. 

Neither of you had let go of the others hand.

The Doctor turned to you, her face pulled in concern as she ran her free hand up your arm and brushed her thumb against your cheek. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt are you?”

You shook your head, running a hand through your hair again to shake out some of the sand. “No, no, I’m fine. What about you?”

“Fit as a fiddle, it was just a bit of a shock,” she paused for a moment. “Oh wait, that was a pun! Is it the wrong moment to be making a pun?”

You laughed softly, feeling some of the tension that had settled in your chest dissipate. “No. If anything, it’s the perfect time.”

The Doctor grinned, staring at you with soft eyes. The bed of her thumb tracked lazy circles over your cheek bone, and you felt grounded, safe, in that peculiar unique way that you only did when you were around The Doctor.

Her hair was rather haphazard, bits of it sticking up and the rest of it a bit frizzy. Sand was plastered against her skin and on her clothes, with a thick yellow glob of it streaked across her cheek. She had this bright, buzzing energy about her, the kind she got after an intense adrenaline rush, that made her eyes sparkle and her skin glow. She was gorgeous.

Her eyes drifted behind you and her face fell. With a gasp she shot upwards, pulling you along with her. “Oh no,” she instantly sprung forward, letting go of your hand to make some vague, frantic gestures as she ran past you. “No, no, no, now why would you do that? It wasn’t like-”

You let The Doctor’s voice wash over you, mostly tuning it out as you followed where The Doctor had gone, and felt yourself freeze.

The TARDIS was gone. 

Like, actually, positively, truly gone. 

The Doctor was still talking. 

“It’s not an emergency, if anything it’s only a small inconvenience! There was no need to go and do that,” She pointed her screwdriver into the empty space where the TARDIS had been. “Come on, it was only a minor earthquake - or, well, planetquake, just a little tremble.”

She pulled her screwdriver to her face and studied it with a measured glare, then made a half offended groan, her head dropping to face the sky. 

“Doctor,” you said, trying to keep your voice at least somewhat level. You knew it wouldn’t do any good if you started freaking out, even though, at least, internally, you were most definitely freaking out. “Where’s The TARDIS gone?”

The Doctor chewed on her lip for a moment. “Ah yeah, so, right. I did some repairs. Fixed a couple of things that were going wrong,” she fixed a scowl into the space the TARDIS had been. “Fixed a couple of them a bit too well.”

“Fixed?”

The Doctor sprung upright, facing you. “The TARDIS has a security measure, the emergency relocation system–“

“Emergency relocation system?” You squeaked. The Doctor ignored your interruption.

“–It’s always been a bit moody. It should allow the TARDIS to relocate from any immediate danger without a pilot; should we ever get into a sticky situation; like if she falls into the wrong hands, or if I couldn’t access her, or-” she audibly snapped her mouth closed and made a vague gesture with the sonic. “Or, erm, whatever else could happen.”

The ‘in case I need to get you out of danger’ remained unsaid. 

You swallowed apprehensively, shoving your nerves down with it. “Which is why we’re what, currently stranded on Not-Erinda?”

“Temporarily stranded!” The Doctor amended, and held up her screwdriver. “I’ve got a lock on the TARDIS’ time signature. Basically, as long as we have my sonic, we’ll be a walking beacon. She should re-materialise wherever we are once she realises that there’s no actual danger.”

You nodded, mostly so you could disperse some of the anxious energy that had been building up in your body, with some sort of movement. “Right, alright, okay. This should be fine then, right? All good?”

The Doctor smiled. “Exactly.”

You tried to ignore how stuffy your clothing felt. 

The Doctor looked up to the sun, cupping her hand over her eyes , and hummed. “We should probably find some sort of shade,” she looked to you. “I am sorry about your clothes, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

You chuckled, because, well, yeah. “Ehh,” you drew out the sound. “Pink snow, yellow sand. I’m not seeing much of a difference here.”

The Doctor’s eyes softened, the way they did whenever a plan went up in the air and you both just had to roll with it. At this stage you had long learned that it was just the nature of travelling with The Doctor, nothing was ever as it seemed, and nothing would ever go as planned.

It was part of the reason you loved it all so much.

With renewed vigour you squared your shoulders. “Well, if we’re going to go exploring,” you stuck your thumb out to the side, hoping you were pointing in the right direction . “Should we go see what that earthquake cracked open?”

As the pair of you began your trek to where the landscape had literally tore itself open, that awful red sun beat cruelly against your body. Within minutes there was a thin sheen of sweat that lined your brow and sat sticky in your shirt. It was almost like the heat had wrapped itself around you, as if you were submerged in a hot bath on a warm summers day.

It was overwhelming, and icky, and oh so very, entirely gross. With every step you took your feet sunk into the sand, and you had to make a conscious effort to pick up your legs higher so you could actually get some momentum. You probably looked like some sort of marching penguin, flapping about trying to remain stable.

The Doctor, on the other hand, was acting entirely fine. She had shrugged off her jacket, holding it by the collar and leaving it flipped over her shoulder like the protagonist of an old-timey adventurer novel, but that was the only sign that she was anything less than completely comfortable - and it was wholly unfair that she could breeze through whilst you were floundering beside her.

You felt gross, and it was practically a relief when you saw a bright glow coming from where the ground had split in two. As the pair of you drew nearer, you looked in wonderment as you came across what almost looked like a den, a tunnel that cracked forward on the surface and gently eased its way underground.

The tunnel itself looked like it was made completely of a bluish crystal, that glittered in the sunlight and speckled out into the sand from where the sand met the entrance of the tunnel. You stopped in awe, your breath catching in your throat as you gazed at the tunnel, there was something about them that was just so utterly reverent, like they were calling to you.

You huffed out a heavy breath, leaning over and supporting your weight with your hands on your knees. Your mouth was dry, and there was a mild throbbing in the front of your head, pounding away slightly with every breath you took.

The Doctor crouched down and stared at the tunnel for a little while longer, before looking back at you. “Well, that’s not something you see every day.”

You were about to respond when you heard it. It was soft at first, you didn’t even realise there was anything to hear, until it grew louder. It was some sort of song, a voice singing from the depths of the tunnel.

It was beautiful.

“Oh,” you breathed. “Doctor, what is that?”

“Them?” She gestured to the tunnel. “I’m not sure. Some sort of crystal, I reckon. But that’s a bit obvious. They’re absolutely brilliant though. Look at their height, the way they’ve gathered and spread; they must be thousands of years old.”

“No, no, not that,” you said. “That music, what is it?”

The Doctor frowned, standing up. “Music, what do you mean?”

You turned to her, sure that you were mirroring her expression. “The music. It’s like this voice, I don’t know – I guess like a siren? It’s like it’s calling out to us.”

The Doctor’s eyes sparkled in interest. “Oh, now that’s something different,” she scanned the tunnel with her screwdriver, looked at the results, and hummed. “My sonic’s not picking anything up,” she looked towards the tunnel, her face suddenly a bit stonier. “Best we investigate the old fashioned way then.”

You took in a shaky breath as The Doctor trekked forwards, and followed her. “Are you sure this is safe?” You asked. “The tunnel’s not just going to cave in on us is it?”

“No idea,” The Doctor said. “But if you’re hearing something coming from here, I’d bet that this tunnel has probably appeared for a reason – not that I’m a betting person, although I did once bet my life on a pretty good game of chess, but that doesn’t make me a betting man or anything, or, well, woman. I keep messing that up.”

You laughed lightly, interrupting her little ramble. “You say that as if we don’t both bet our lives practically every day.”

The Doctor gaped for a moment. “It’s not always so bad! We had a lovely time on Wollgaran Prime 7.”

You couldn’t help but let out another laugh, and you almost felt bad that it seemed to be the only thing you were doing. “Yeah, until those snapping robot’s decided we both had the wrong amount of limbs.”

The Doctor spluttered. “Yes well, that was just poor judgement on their behalf. They should know that it’s not common for humanoid lifeforms to have 4 arms.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way though,” you amended, because really, you loved every moment you got to spend with her. “Being with you is wonderful.”

A/N^2: So I have never ever written a reader insert ever in my life, so I hope it’s alright! I really really need to thank @kisstherainwriting​ for just being so wonderful and so kind when I bombarded her with this, and also @saxonharold​ for encouraging me to post and share my writing!

[soradragon]

Sugary Comfort

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Warnings: sensory overstimulation in the beginning, lots of fluff, one pun

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You gazed at the reflection of a girl. She looked utterly exhausted; bags under her eyes like she hasn't slept in ages. 

Her lips were tilted up in a sneer; it was evident that she was repressing the urge to scream. But instead of giving in to the voice begging her to do just that, she drove her foot through the water's surface. Not only disfiguring the reflection of the girl, but also dirtying the dress you nitpickingly chose to wear this day. At the time you felt beautiful wearing it. Proud that you chose the right clothes to fit with the dress, completing the look you wanted.

Now, you just didn't care.

You didn't feel pretty nor proud.

You choked out a sob, rubbing the back of your hand against your face harshly.

You wanted all the white noise to stop, wanted the crying to stop, wanted the searing headache to stop. Why couldn't time freeze? Then, maybe the chaos in your head would finally end.

You had tried everything you knew that normally should have worked. Out of all of the times for those methods not to work, why did it precisely choose now when it actually matters?

You followed all the steps. You even rehearsed the steps as you did them.

Step one: When you feel an episode coming, go to a quiet place with dull, even colours. 

You had almost dropped your project when you felt everything becoming overwhelming, muttering an explanation to your teacher before almost booking out of the school building, to the most calming place you could recall; the park.

Step two: Once you have found a quiet place, go sit down and use your headphones to block out all of the sounds.

The headphones did not work.

Your never-ending trains of thoughts took the place of the noise and multiplied it by two. 

Images that flashed before your eyes every time you closed them were too bright. You were unable to figure out the meanings behind the words your mind screamed at you. 

All of it only worsened the already painful headache.

After only a moment you tore the headphones from your head.

Step three: Try even your breathing, and count to ten to ground yourself.

This was the only step that worked. You managed to calm yourself and stop your ragged breathing but it took effort. It took two attempts of counting to ten before it succeeded.

This whole fiasco petered you out mentally and physically. You just wanted this unnecessary sensory to decrease and quiet down to at least a tolerable level. But alas, the world did not want to cooperate this time.

You sighed, casting your gaze to the heavens. 

The sky was beautiful this evening - painted in orange and pink - and you would have taken the time to admire it, had it been in a different situation.

After hearing a familiar yet obnoxious 'ping' coming from within your bag, you cursed under your breath. You snatched your bag from behind you crudely, zipping it open with a huff. As you turned it on, you flinched at the bright light of your screen.

One unread message from 'Mom.'

She was worried sick no doubt. You felt guilty for worrying her, and wanted to reassure her that yes, you were safe, but felt like trash and were in the middle of an episode that wouldn't stop. No matter how hard you tried, all the obnoxious and illogical sensory your brain's been picking up did not stop. Though, on the other hand, you just wanted to ignore the message and skip the whole situation of explaining everything altogether and just turn off the screen and put notifications on mute. You sent a quick 'k' to whatever she had messaged you and moved on to the mute button.

Your finger hovered above it when a notification popped up, causing you to hesitate.

One new message from 'The great Mikester dude!'

Without thinking, you pressed on the notification, staring with big eyes at the message he had sent you: Guess who and where dudette. :P

"Mikey." You gasped out, manoeuvring your head in all kinds of directions, eyes skimming all over the park, trying to find the one in question. You felt the tingling and buzzing feeling of hope and glee pool in your body, replacing the sadness and anger.

All problems were forgotten or pushed to the back of your mind.

The white noise died down suddenly when you heard a low thud and the slight rustling of leaves. 

There was no other explanation; they were here...You were sure of it. 

Only they could stop the chaos when everything else failed, though you didn't know how, nor the logic in it. 

You guessed it had something to do with their ninja nature or something. (Even though Donnie told you multiple times that it might have been because of the aura they carried with, them, being half turtle and all that jazz had its side effects on some humans, like how a pet could soothe its owner simply by being near them. You still blamed it on them being ninjas.)

With your mind settled down, you could think clearly again. 

You briefly acknowledged the fact that you most certainly were a dishevelled mess. Puffy eyes from crying, clothes covered in mud, and hair all over the place, considering that you've pulled and tangled your hair in frustration. Despite all of this, you didn't care.

You were too busy thinking of a plan to lure them - you guessed it was all of them, though it could be only Mikey - out of their hiding place.

You accidentally placed your hand on your phone, making it vibrate, and your hand shot back as if it had burned you. A few seconds after, a song piped up.  A lot of curses could be heard from the tree where the music came from, the leaves rustled like no tomorrow. Mikey fell out of said tree not long after, hitting the ground with an 'oof' followed by a groan. You stared at Mikey for a couple of seconds before doubling over in laughter as the realisation hit you:

You had accidentally called Mikey!

Well, it sure helped you find him!

You counted that as a win on your part. And it seemed that Mikey was on his own, for normally one of the brothers, cough Raph cough would have jumped out from their hiding place and scolded Mikey.

He rolled into a sitting position, giggling with you.

"Yo, dudette! Fancy seeing you here. Don't mind me dropping in," he said, peering at you with an expecting smile, seeming to wait for a reaction. 

It took you a hot second or two for you to catch on, eventually groaning at the pun and face-palming yourself for your delayed comprehension. He did jazz hands and everything.

The great ninja Michelangelo just punned...

You wanted to kick yourself, you completely forgot that April had warned you about Mikey using puns. She had messaged you not too long ago about how it was a "Big" (with capital B) mistake of Casey to teach Mikey "The Art of puns." For Mikey had become obsessed with them. - Throughout the whole exchange, Casey had managed to steal April’s phone a few times and messaged you some words. Three guesses which one was Casey’s input on the matter. - 

You had no clue what they meant with "mistake" throughout that whole exchange. 

You appreciated a good pun.

This was not a good pun. 

You could just imagine the brothers’ reactions to Mikey's newfound fixation: Raph screaming desperately for Mikey to shut up. Donnie being hella annoyed with something pressed against his (ears?) to drown Mikey out. Leo would definitely try to ignore him, probably without success, because you knew...oh, you knew Mikey would take every chance he got to make a pun.

Your heart went out for them. Needing to go through such torture was horrid, yet it was a funny sight to be completely honest. Not that you would ever tell them, heavens no.

You were not going to poke three bears with a stick - in this case, mutant turtles. You were not ready to die three separate times.

"Dude, that was so bad,” you said, making a face as if you had just been forced to smell Raph's feet. You still regret going through with that bet.

"Dude!"

Mikey frowned, throwing his hands in the air. You knew he wasn't really offended, just a bit pouty.

"It's the truth, dude," you retorted absentmindedly, casting your gaze from left to the right before it rested on your bag. Smiling slightly, you snatched it, hauling it over your back before turning back to Mikey who sat contently against the tree. 

"But," you emphasised the word by pointing your index finger in the air, "you can get better,” your grin widened as you spoke.

 “And I, Y/N, know how it's really done."

Mikey's pout vanished and a wide, child-like grin overtook his face. You had his full attention, as he observed you expectantly from his cross-legged position. 

The long uncut grass rippled towards and caressed Mikey, the blades of green curling slightly forward and creating an image of what looked like nature sheltering Mikey from the harsh reality outside of this garden of paradise. 

The green-filled branches of the tree hovered above him, leaves gliding down every now and again, covering Mikey in small dapples of shadow.

Dusk's hew engulfed the image before you in a soft purple radiance. Mikey's skin practically glowed, making him look like a forest fairy.

It was a captivating sight. 

You could mistake it for a painted fairy tale that had come to life. Whoever the painter was had made sure that each tiny detail captured the magic and beauty of the image before you.

A magic-filled world coexisting in the harsh one you stood in... what you wouldn't give to cast all worries aside and join that world.

You were so lost in the moment that you almost forgot to continue.

Shaking yourself free from the enchanting sight, you carried on, albeit flustered, "a-and I could, um, teach you a thing or two. If...If you want me to, that is."

Mikey almost jumped right in your face before the words had completely left your mouth. There were practically stars in his eyes! He actually looked really adorable.

"Really!? You would!? Y/N, you are the best!!"

Mikey engulfed you into a hug, his body nearly covering your entire body from the world.

You gave a chuckle as he kept his arms circled around you, letting you sit in his lap. You didn't mind at all, feeling cosy in his arms.

"Of course I would Mikester. It would be my pleasure!"

You raised your hands to Mikey's cheeks, giving them a couple of pats before you continued.

"That way, you have a reason to end patrol earlier so we can spend more time together," and it would give the others a break from the barrage of bad puns, but you didn't voice that out loud. 

Mikey seemed to agree. He didn't waste any time to establish when and where this 'class-session', as he called it, would be taking place. He wanted it to become, without a shadow of a doubt, a weekly thing, like movie night at the turtles’ place with everyone.

Mentioning movie night brought up some nasty memories of last time -the movie night itself wasn’t bad, just one of your episodes got out of hand -  and Mikey changed the subject promptly after seeing you wince slightly. 

He told you about all kinds of new skateboard tricks he mastered and invented.

After a little while - when everything had been said about skateboarding - Mikey started to eagerly talk about random topics, bringing up stuff like how his training went this morning or what he encountered on patrol. Just little things to draw more time spending in this position. You kept in mind that this peaceful moment couldn't last forever, for both of you would have to separate sooner rather than later. 

You needed to go home to your no doubt worried sick parents, before they would start search parties. And Mikey...had to wait till the next time you two could hang out. (Which wasn't as often as both of you desired)

You listened to his voice silently, only humming a reply whenever Mikey asked for your opinion, snuggling deeper into his embrace as you lost track of time. Drowsiness tugged at your consciousness, beckoning you to close your eyes and let sleep take over. The way Mikey held you close to him made you feel loved and safe, with you resting your head against his chest to hear his heartbeat. He rubbed soothing circles on your left shoulder with one hand, making it impossible to resist the urge to let sleep take you away to dreamland. 

You vaguely heard Mikey's voice murmur in your ear, "Sweet dreams, sugar muffin..." You felt soft lips brush against your forehead before sleep took you over.

*(*)(*)*

Michelangelo stayed seated for a little while longer, looking at your sleeping form with loving eyes. If the world would have let him, he would have stayed like this forever. Alas, the moment was broken when your mobile pinged inside your bag, vibrating like crazy.

Mikey panicked. Jumping to his feet (surprisingly without stirring you) without thinking. He opened your bag in such haste he had almost dropped you trying to grab the vibrating phone before it would wake you.

He sighed in relief when the phone stopped its obnoxious buzzing after he managed to keep you from falling. He shifted you gently onto one arm to hold you delicately, yet tightly to his chest, as if he was protecting you from the world around you.

Once he made sure you were nestled comfortably in his hold,  he glanced towards the device lying in his palm. Mikey held it at an arm's length.

One question drifted inside his mind: Who in their right mind would call you this late in the evening?

It was a question where he could get an answer, but Mikey didn't want to pry into your private life without your permission.

But the curiosity gnawed at him like he would do with pizza.

He shook his head and chastised himself for goggling the device longingly. "No, bad Mikey...Be the better man, you can do this," he muttered, moving to put the phone in your bag until your phone buzzed again, displaying the number of notifications on the lit-up screen.

It made him halt in his tracks. 

Mikey knew you were having a bad day today. After all, he saw you crying by the pond in the centre of the park. It was a mere coincidence, patrolling around the park at the time. He had seen you crying and decided right then and there that he would cheer you up. But he had no idea you had that kind of bad day. 

There were seven unread messages and three missed calls from your mother. All of them showed how worried she was about you, asking where you were and if you had one of your sensory overstimulation episodes.

Without really thinking about it, he typed a reply to your mother: Batteries died, was with a friend. Coming home through the fire escape forgot keys.

It wasn’t a  grammatically correct message, he knew. It was the best he could do with one hand and one thick tumb.

Mikey glanced towards you with gentle eyes and a soft smile after sending the message and put your phone back in your bag.

He moved you gently, holding you with both arms again and cradling you against his chest.

You, in turn, stirred and snuggled deeper into Mikey's chest, making his heart soar.

"Time to get you home, sugar muffins..." he whispered softly, brushing a couple of stray hairs out of your face.

Mikey moved swiftly yet precisely, ensuring you did not wake or feel uncomfortable during roof-top-hopping. You needed all the rest you could get; the bags under your eyes made him even more certain of the fact.

Your home came into Mikey's field of vision far too soon. Opening the window and laying you softly onto your bed felt too fast for his taste.

Mikey took extra care to tuck you in. He even attached a little note to your bag for you to find when you would wake up. 

He really wanted to stay longer, but the sound of your parents coming up the stairs told him it was time to go. He opened the door of your room slightly so your parents would know you were home. Michelangelo climbed through the window before your parents could see him.

He watched your parents turn on the light from a rooftop across your window. Your dad gave you an extra blanket before the two of them turned off the light and left your room.

Mikey stayed there on the rooftop for a little while longer before leaving, looking over his shoulder one last time and then he sprinted over the rooftops towards home.

*(*)(*)*

You found the note the next day. You smiled brightly at the words hastily scribbled on the pape. You texted Mikey a reply before you went to look out your window. Your eyes draw towards the morning sky, which was painted in a soft orange hue.  

You repeated the words inside your head, making you excited for the next time you would see your turtle in orange...

Yoo, dudette! Can't wait for the pun-session upcoming Friday! 

I'll pick you up at ten alright? It's a date! ;) <3

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Thank you for reading, and keep soaring high!^^

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[logicalsnake]

An Anxious Liar

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Summary: Virgil can dance, but the only people who know that he can are Janus and himself. One night, Virgil and Janus are dancing together, and none other than Remus and Logan walk into the commons. Virgil and Janus hear something they shouldn’t.

Warnings: Remus being Remus, Winged!Sides, Virgil and Janus can dance, Orange Side, Logan in pain, angst

Notes: Open-ended, feel free to finish it!!

Ships: Anxceit, Intrulogical

Word count: ~2000

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"May I have this dance?" Janus bowed mockingly to Virgil, a wry smile on his face as he extended an ungloved hand towards the anxious side. Virgil accepted, and the two of them, dressed in pyjamas (Virgil in his Christmas sweater and sweatpants, his wings loose against his back, Janus in a sweatshirt reading No Step On Snek and black pyjama bottoms) spun across the dimly lit commons.

This was a sort of ritual between them. Every month or so, Virgil and Janus would meet in the Dark Side commons to talk, maybe watch a movie, or, in this case, dance. Virgil could dance, but he preferred that nobody knew. Janus only knew because he happened to wander down to the kitchen at 3 am one night to find Virgil dancing alone in the commons.

In his defence, Janus wanted jam. Virgil was just… there.

Virgil tripped on Janus's feet, causing him to plow straight into the taller side's chest, his wings enveloping the two of them as Janus staggered back dramatically, hitting the wall and sliding down, his arms embracing Virgil.

"You've killed me, I'm dying." Janus groaned theatrically, pretending to gasp for air. Virgil hissed and ever-so-gently placed his hands around Janus's neck, his fingers sliding on the cool scales.

"You will die, evil Dragonwitch!" Virgil snarled, baring his teeth. Janus gasped in fear.

"No, don't kill me pleasssssssse…" he hissed out a long breath and went limp, 'dying.' Virgil cackled an evil laugh, arcing his wings above him. Janus cracked open an eye.

"I thought I was the evil one."

"You were, but I think I'm better at it, especially considering that I'm not wearing a bunny-soft yellow sweater with a bad pun on it." Virgil smirked. Janus opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by other voices. Virgil's head snapped up, and he jumped to his feet, accidentally kicking Janus, promoting an indignant "ow!" from the deceitful side. Virgil brushed his wingtips against Janus's mouth to shut him up as the voices grew closer.

Logan…

and Remus?

Janus and Virgil exchanged glances.

"Hide," Janus mouthed and shape-shifted into a long, lean yellow-and-black mottled snake, winding himself around Virgil's shoulders, who dove behind their couch and threw his dark purple wings over himself, so that he was perceived as a mere shadow to whoever would make the decision to look over the edge of the couch. Janus slid off his shoulders and slithered underneath Virgil's wing, hiding his bright yellow colours.

Remus and Logan came over and sat on the couch, the ratty fabric rustling against Virgil's wings. Anxiety stiffened, hoping against hope that neither of them would look over the back of the couch.

"Remus, I don't know what to do." Logan sounded… distressed, something Virgil had never heard. "I want to move down here, but I don't want to lose Thomas's trust."

"You won't!! You just have to come out of the closet… AGAIN!" Remus's loud voice jarred Virgil's ears, and he looked at Snake Janus, who stared back, his head tilted to the side, looking as confused as a snake's expression could get.

"I know, but what if I change, like how Dec-Janus did when he changed, or what if I split like you and Roman? I don't want to be split like the King, or get scales or wings. It's not logical. I'm not sure if I'm making the right choice, Rem-"

"You WILL make the right choice! And yes, you will change, but since you're sane, you probably won't split or get scales. Scales are Janny's thing. No one else's." Janus's scales darkened slightly at the affectionate nickname, and he tucked his head inside his coils, embarrassed. Virgil nudged him gently, letting him know it was okay. Janus peeked out, and Virgil had to resist the urge to boop his snoot. IT WAS ADORABLE OKAY??

“What will I tell Thomas? And Virgil? And Patton? And Janus? What would he say? And-oh, gods. Roman. What will I tell him? He’ll be broken in half.” Logan tore his hands through his hair, clearly not knowing what to do with all of his sudden emotions. Remus laughed, a high-pitched sound that hurt Virgil’s ears.

“Well, why don’t you ask Virgil and Janus?” in a swift motion, Remus dove behind the couch and hauled Virgil up, then grabbed Janus harshly, the latter of which hissed and extended long fangs, instinctively lunging for Remus’s hand.

“Uh-uh, Love.” Remus set the writhing snake on the floor. Janus immediately shifted back into human form, his hair a dishevelled mess. He glared at Remus and rubbed his ribs.

“Why were you eavesdropping?” Logan jumped to his feet, suddenly angry. “What did you hear?!?!”

Virgil stepped forward, but Logan’s eyes filled with so much anger that Virgil shrank back. Even Remus looked concerned. Janus stepped forward, fearless, or he was just hiding it well.

“We heard everything, Logan, but please worry. I’ll tell everyone.”

“YOU WHA-oh.” Logan nodded, and the seething rage in his eyes dimmed. He looked at Virgil. Virgil nodded.

“It’s okay with me and Janus if you want to move down here. I think Thomas and Patton would definitely be heartbroken, but you know them. Both of them will be fine in time. As for Roman…. I'm not sure." Virgil looked down, his wings drooping. Logan nodded.

"Then it's final. I've made my decision." as soon as the words left Logan's mouth, the logical side gasped and fell to his knees, a bright light shining through his chest, silver-and-orange strands of pure light enveloping his entire body. Remus reached out to touch it, but Janus yanked him back.

"Let it happen, Rem." he watched, mesmerised as the light enveloping Logan darkened, turning orange, and sank into his body. He screamed, the pained noise ripping out of his chest suddenly, fading into a low moan as the light twined harshly around his chest and legs.

Then, just as soon as it began, it was done. Logan crumpled to the ground, motionless, the dark light fading away into a soft, almost indecipherable glow around his body. Virgil tentatively stepped forward and shook Logan's shoulder. Logan groaned and twitched, knocking Virgil's hand off. He propped himself up on his elbows, breathing shallowly. Remus looked at him curiously.

"You didn't split." he frowned.

"Obviously not. I'm still here." Logan's voice sounded… off. It reminded Janus of how Virgil's voice sounded when he magnified it. Logan's voice sounded similar, only with a subtle echo, like he was talking into a toilet paper tube. He clapped his hand over his mouth and sat up, his eyes wide. Speaking of his eyes…

They were orange. Bright, undeniable, orange. Janus gasped.

"Your eyes…"

"What?" Logan's voice fills with panic. "What's wrong with them?!"

"HA! Good luck hiding those peepers from Thomas and the others!" Remus cackled unnecessarily, making the others jump. Janus frowned and poked him roughly.

"Remus, when is a good time to laugh?" Janus asked sternly. Remus sighed.

"When there's a reason to," he parroted, sticking his tongue out at the deceitful side. Virgil sat next to Logan, spreading his wing across Logan's back.

"Are you still Logic?" he asked. Logan shrugged.

"I'm not entirely certain. I myself don't feel any different, so perhaps I have remained as Logic."

"But your tie has changed," Remus pointed out. Indeed, Logan's once-blue tie was now striped with the same colour orange as his eyes.

"But what is the opposite of Logic?"

Janus thought for a moment. "Procrastination?"

"Maybe" was Logan's only response. "But I'm not experiencing any urge to stall or procrastinate. Maybe this theory of opposites is just paranoia."

Virgil flinched back against Janus at the word paranoia. Logan paused, realising his mistake.

"Apologies, Virgil."

"No, it's a bad habit. Opposites don't affect us in the Dark." Virgil attempted a weak smile, but failed.

Logan tried to stand up but almost fell, Virgil lunging forward and just barely catching him. He eased Logan to the couch, helping him sit down. Remus snapped his fingers, making a bowl of soup appear out of thin air. He handed it to Logan, who looked at it suspiciously. Janus grinned, showing snake fangs.

"It's just chicken noodle, I promise. Remus and I have an agreement." he looked at the Duke pointedly and Remus recited.

"No poisoning people unless they ask for it," Remus deadpanned. Janus looked proud at his methods of controlling the Duke. Logan took a spoonful of the soup, the warm liquid soothing his insides. He drew in a breath and looked at the others.

"So I'm Procrastination. Can anyone tell me how this is going to help Thomas?" He quirked an eyebrow, trying to hold his old steely attitude, but failing. Virgil shrugged. Remus looked at Janus, the intelligent one of the trio. Janus began.

"You're a Dark Side now. Other than me, the Dark Sides all work to defy and stall Thomas in his success. I have two jobs, technically making me a Neutral Side. I act as Thomas's deceitfulness, as well as his self-preservation. Remus is Roman's counterpart, acting as Dark Creativity, and Virgil was Thomas's negative thinking, but now he's been accepted as plain Anxiety. It seems now that you're Procrastination, you might be another Neutral Side, given that you kept your memory and knowledge, you might act as both Logic and Procrastination."

"Procrastalogic!!" Remus exclaimed gleefully, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "A new Side! Ooh, Jan, can I be the one to tell Thomas? Can I, can I, can I, can-"

"Remus! Enough!" Janus snapped, losing his temper. He took a deep breath and blinked, his anger gone so fast it was almost scary. Giving Remus side-eye, Janus continued. "For sure, Thomas will be confused, and I know for a fact that him and the other Sides will have trouble coping. I'm also not sure if you'll be able to touch the Light Sides now that you're Dark."

"Wait, what? Touch the others?" Logan was confused. Janus nodded.

"Generally, Dark Sides cannot touch the Light Sides. Virgil and I are the exceptions. Given that we both are Neutral Sides, we can only touch the Light Sides whilst in animal form."

"So does that mean I can become an animal?" Logan tried to process this onslaught of new information. Janus nodded.

"I would be surprised if you could. Virgil can become a dragon, and I can turn into a snake."

"I can turn into an octopus!!" Remus interjected.

"Yes, sweetie, but only when I do it," Janus rolled his eyes at Remus.

"You can turn other people into animals…?" Logan asked.

"Only in the Imagination" Janus responded.

"Yeah, but it's still fun having a million arms. Now I know how you feel, Jannybear!" Remus grinned manically, poking Janus's cheek. Janus shrugged his sharp fingernail off. Virgil inched forward like a cat and gingerly touched Logan's arm experimentally, jerking back even though nothing happened.

"Nothing happened."

"Thanks, Captain Obvious." Remus muttered. Logan looked at him strangely.

"Who's Captain Obvious? There's only-"

"IT'S A NICKNAME, Erlenmeyer trash."

"Don't be mean, Remus."

[amouthfulofforevers]

For the shyan week’s free day, I decided to make a rec list with my favorite shyan fics I’ve read so far. All these writers are fantastic and deserve all the kudos and comments, I love all these stories!

Fics with a star on the side are big favorites of mine.

if you go down to the woods by Siria | T |  1,752 Words | ☆

The footage shows Ryan Bergara walking into the woods.

The footage shows Ryan Bergara walking out of the woods.

Like You Want To Be Loved by poetdameron | T |  16,535 Words | ☆

"Settle down with me", Shane says without thinking and as Ryan looks at him with wide open eyes, all he can think of it's how many of Ryan's secrets he knows, how Ryan likes his coffee, and the fact that he has loved him since the moment Ryan first looked up at him and smiled.

Early Morning Conversations by idonthavelungs | G |  594 Words

Sleeping in a dead person’s bed in a house that’s probably haunted doesn’t exactly make sleep come easy.

Horror and Chill, Baby by Squeakyshroom | E |  6,206 Words 

Ryan won't chill, so Shane gives him a helping hand.

Or: Ryan's straight but not when Shane touches him like that.

Let the Sunshine Burn Your Eyes by YogurtTime | E |  6,577 Words | ☆

An innocent man of taste and leisure, Ricky Goldsworth, just wants to check into his hotel room, but gets into an altercation with the concierge while a mysterious gentleman in expensive-looking clothes watches nearby.

Kismet. by poetdameron | E | 18,625 Words | ☆

Everyone is born with Gifts. It doesn’t matter if they didn’t ask for it.

Shane never thought he would meet the only person in the world he can touch without killing them, let alone fall for him.

un poco loco by sanjariti | T |  2,468 Words

(told in a linear date timeline)

In which Ryan Steven Bergara loves Shane Alexander Madej so much, he plans their one-year anniversary gift 6 months in advance. But what sort of gift requires so much planning?

And they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates) by Squeakyshroom | E | Chapter 5/5 | Complete |  25,690 Words

Shane and Ryan are roommates who fuck, but with rules.

(Now if only they'd stop breaking all the damn rules)

Por Favor, Sweetheart by carrieonfighting | T |  7,859 Words | ☆

Two dorks raise a baby and don't even realise they're doing it together until it's too late

Alternatively, Ryan Bergara is Trying His Best Thanks

Thursday: Turquoise Taupe by shaniacbergara | G | 3,142 Words

Shane Madej’s hometown is…well, a little bit different than most. He and Ryan take a trip there.

When It Happens by Anotherlostblogger | E |  8,790 Words |☆

At some point Ryan and Shane stopped being just friends. That tension has been there just thrumming under the surface, waiting for the right moment to be released but it’s like a valve, slowly turned so it starts out trickling until they’re caught in the overflow.

in the drift by lorena_estrella | G |  624 Words |☆

After losing his brother in a Kaiju battle, Shane never thought he'll trust anyone again. Then Ryan happened.

Pacific Rim AU

ready if it happens with you by sarcasticfishes | E |  4,319 Words |☆

It’s not a thing. Ryan’s just a little… touch-starved. Intimacy-starved.

Shane passes behind him when he’s sitting at his desk, idly touches Ryan’s shoulder, thumb brushing the curve of his neck — and goosebumps erupt down the length of Ryan’s arms.

In His Brown Eyes by poetdameron | E | 9,866 Words

As a kid, a shadow lived in Shane's room that became his friend. All he can remember of it, it's its beautiful brown eyes.

As an adult, Shane meets Ryan and his beautiful brown eyes that are familiar.

Collide by needywitch | E | Chapters 2/2 | Complete |  35,310 Words |☆

Ryan is desperately in love with his best friend.

I Don't Want to Sleep Alone by Anotherlostblogger | E | Series | 3 Works

After Ryan gets really shaken that night at Yuma, Shane is left to deal with the aftermath.

Rough water by heyghouls | Not Rated |  9,092 Words

Ryan's apartment gets flooded. He doesn't have anywhere to live in the meantime but it's a good thing his good friend Shane lives close to the office. Shane happily offers him a home and the boys are forced to face their unresolved sexual tension.

One apartment, two boys with raging attractions towards the other and one undeterminated stay. What could go wrong?

Playing It Cool by poetdameron | E |  27,494 Words | ☆

Ryan needs a new roommate, Shane needs a new place. They both work in the film industry, like the same weird crap, love the same movies, and would die for pop corn. It's a blessed match!

There's only one tiny detail Kelsey may have forgotten to tell Ryan about Shane's acting job.

universal truth by lorena_estrella | G | 276 Words

Shane has no idea how he got so lucky but he isn't complainig either. For the next thousand years, all he wants is to love Ryan

Old Sins Cast Long Shadows by MercurySkies | E |  15,442 Words

Sin /sɪn/ noun 1. an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. 2. any thought or action that endangers the ideal relationship between an individual and God. 3. any diversion from the perceived ideal of human living.

And Longer If I Can by poetdameron | T | 6,315 Words

After Shane makes an "odd" question, Ryan can't stop thinking about the possible implications of it, obsession over the one conclusion most likely to (not) be: Shane is breaking up with him sometime soon.

Thank you, Satan by Squeakyshroom | E |  7,426 Words

Ryan breaks his arm and Shane takes care of him. It’s not weird...until it is.

Or: Ryan wants Shane. Shane wants more.

won't you ride on my fast machine? by ElasticElla | M | 1,678 Words

“So? Lovers’ quarrel? Work gone wrong? Bad family barbecue that ended abruptly when you accidentally came out by making a pun about your poor math skills?”

“That’s way too specific to not be real,” Ryan accuses.

A Ghoul's Guide to Life, Death & Afterliving by MercurySkies | E | Chapters 21/21 | Complete |  57,013 Words |  ☆

'Shane was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that, to quote ‘the’ Charles Dickens with an emphasis on the 'dick'. They didn’t tell you the great Victorian novelist was also a grade A asshole in high school but then again what do they tell you in high school? Shane Madej was dead, as dead as one disembodied soul standing seemingly above his own corpse probably can be.'

(a moment) by thisissirius | M |  1,437 Words

ryan is shivering when they get back to the motel

contrapposto by spoopyy | T |  7,301 Words |  ☆

Ryan works in a museum. Shane doesn't understand art. They fall in love.

meet me halfway by poetdameron | T | 12,346 Words |  ☆

In a world where everything changed over the night, Ryan and Shane's minds connect miles away, making Shane the man of Ryan's dreams. Literally.

the summer is ended and we are not saved by anarchetypal | E |  1,733 Words |  ☆

Ryan drops the holy water gun with a shout and stumbles back, fueled by blind panic as he turns and sprints past their sleeping bags for the attic door.

Behind him, he hears Shane sigh almost calmly despite his flesh still burning. “Don't— C’mon, seriously, do we really have to make this a whole thing— You've seen horror movies, you know how this is gonna—” Apparently still annoyed, he breaks off, and the door in front of Ryan slams shut on its own.

Ryan skids to a stop and reaches for the knob, rattling it ineffectively. “Shit, shit, shit—”

“So many horror movies,” Shane says, voice much closer now, and Ryan spins around. “I’m just saying, can we not make this a thing right out of TV Tropes, you know, that’s just boring for both of us.”

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

vanessa super sappy lines #20, please?? thank you in advance, you're amazing.

Written by @evoedbd

“Vanessa, you dropped your nametag.” Emily’s voice was clear over the din of the auditorium.

Vanessa Helsing blinked, brought back to herself. School was her long-forgotten dream of a life where she’d had friends instead of the abusive training she’d had drilled into her. She could imagine that she’d actually attended school for longer than a few months at a time. She’d stayed in one place, where she’d made the best friend a girl could ever ask for. It was a life she’d never known she’d missed until she met Emily. The formal dances she’d never attend, the jitters of asking her crush to the dance that she’d never get to genuinely experience. The photos for prom, where her date would watch her descend the stairs like a princess, or dance close under the romantic lighting towards the end of the night. There were so many moments that had been robbed from her, that she’d been convinced she would never need. Now, with hints of that waving beneath her nose, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of longing. For a few moments she could try to forget that she was the Helsing heir. She could pretend she was a normal young woman who’d had all those teenage firsts. That she’d attended the prom beside another beautiful young woman. That she’d had her romantic dances and awkward first kiss, the cheesy prom photos, getting home at 11:00 on the dot so her girlfriend’s family thought her a respectable woman. That she’d graduated and gone to college, then come back to the small town and collected her sweetheart into her arms. That life had been a romantic story without the death and heartache she had endured, that she was back at her old school to see her friend’s little sister in the school play, then they’d go for pizza before a sleepover where they could watch movies and talk about old times.

“Oh, tha-” Vanessa never finished her sentence. The moment she grabbed her “name tag” she knew something was off. Were schools really offering such cheap, thin paper? What was that gritty, powdery substance rubbing between the wrapper? Wait… wrapper? Her eyes darted down, confirming her building suspicion when she saw the blue letters S U G before her thumb blocked off the remaining two.

“Emily, this is sugar.” She deadpanned, turning her gaze to the expectant vampire.

Emily was… dear gods, she was proud of her horrific joke. It was written across her timeless face. The brightest stars had to have been plucked from the night sky just to form the unique mischievous twinkle in Emily’s expressive blue eyes. Without the glasses needed in her mortal life, the scar across the bridge of Emily’s nose was more prominent, however the blemish only served to solidify the vampire in the real world. She had some flaws, such as how the somewhat heavy set of her brows always made it appear as if they were creasing in thought, or annoyance.

“Yep.” Emily began, popping the P on her smirking lips. That smirk only drew attention to the defined, high set of her jaw, along with her strong yet feminine chin. The strength to her feminine features made that playful smugness so unfairly attractive, more so than they had any right to be. Dear lord, she was embracing her vampiric nature to appear so smug, so above the world of mortals even as she delivered the cheesiest of lines without an ounce of well-deserved shame.

“I am in the unique position of knowing everything about you is sweet…” the vampire trailed off, leaning closer so that her breath could tease Vanessa’s ear as she whispered.

“Especially how you taste.”

“Emily!” Vanessa exclaimed in something of a squeak, hoping her scandalised tone could make up for how hotly her cheeks were burning. This was how she died. Not to vampires, demons and the abysmal supernatural who would prey on humanity, but to her mortification in some school she had no association to.

“I’m sorry!” Emily quickly cut in, realisation dawning on her face. Remarkably, the Vampire’s cheeks flared at how her words seemed to have been taken.

“I haven’t eaten today.” She confessed in a low tone, clarifying what she had meant by taste. That was very Emily, thinking with her stomach. So, maybe Vanessa could forgive her.

“I am currently only sustained by your immortal love.” Another pun, clearly Emily wasn’t feeling that guilty about her seemingly unintentional innuendo.

“What’s this after show gathering about, anyway? I was told to read the fine-print, but I didn’t see your name anywhere.” Emily continued, voice lowered enough to conceal her words from unwelcome ears.

“Sttoopppp” Vanessa groaned, allowing her head to fall forwards into her hands. She’d genuinely thought her face couldn’t get any hotter, yet she was once again proven wrong. Her blush doubled down, intensifying all the way to the tips of her ears.

“I don’t know what I expected from a school that is so cruel. It forces U and I apart.” Emily dramatically lamented, lifting the back of her hand to her forehead as her body appeared ready to fall. Her other hand clutched at her heart, fingers clawed as if trying to hold the muscle together. Her caramel brown hair swished around her face chaotically, strands streaking across her pale face when she shook her head mournfully. The display was enough to make Vanessa laugh out loud without a regard for any other.

“You’re so cheesy!” She accused, reaching out in an effort to playfully shove Emily’s shoulder.

“Ungtie Em! Auntie V!” A high pitched squeal of joy broke the moment. A dash of colour flew past the corner of Vanessa’s vision mere moments before there was earth shattering impact. A bundle of excitement leapt at Emily, making high pitched noises that Vanessa couldn’t decipher. The Vampire smiled, a single arm curling out to embrace the squirming mass clinging to her chest.

“Hey Kiddo, you were awesome up there!” Emily eagerly responded, leaning her head back and cocking a hip to establish some distance from the excitable child.

They looked so similar to Emily one might actually think them mother and daughter. Despite her youth, the girl’s cherub cheeks already showed signs of how they’d sharpen, whilst her chubby jaw already was beginning to form that devastating swoop. It wasn’t merely the physical aspects that struck Vanessa however. Although the child’s eyes were a vivid green instead of blue, they held that exact same twinkle that Emily’s did. The stars personified into mischief and glee which captivated the Helsing Huntress once again.

“I already sent the video to your mom and Gwen. They’re going to be so proud! Did you have fun?” Emily continued, attempting to smooth over the potential hurdle of an absent parent.

With Code Black extending into other countries, and Grace dealing with the consequences of having being changed into a supernatural being, coming to her daughter’s school functions had become a tad difficult. Vanessa’s heart plummeted as she remembered the tears in Grace’s eyes when she’d video called them, explaining that she was not stable enough to be near mortals just yet. Gwen had been equally as hurt, although she disguised it with her usual attitude. The Banshee was officially under orders not to leave her partner’s side, and to contain any supernatural outbursts. Of course, Emily had quickly agreed to step up and be there for her niece, barely getting her rushed words out before Vanessa was also agreeing.

The Helsing was brought back to the present as Emily pretended to nip the child’s delicate nose, earning an adorable squee followed by twinkling giggles. For a young Banshee, her voice was already captivating, drawing attention without even trying.

“Yeah!” She declared, giving a rather stout nod to compliment. her words. That drew another grin from both the adults, Emily making no effort to conceal her relief. This child was so precious, even though she was developing an attitude similar to Gwen’s. Briefly, Vanessa pondered if the vivid green eyes were a Banshee trait, or if it was merely that her father and Gwen had similar origins. The Helsing order had taught Vanessa a lot about hunting monsters, though its education on living with supernaturals was so painfully limited. Questions Vanessa had simply couldn’t be answered by The Helsing Order, and she was loathed to start badgering Gwen about these things. She was already very cautious about the answers she gave, seemingly not trusting Vanessa’s intentions. Thankfully, Grace’s daughter held no such hesitations.

“You were absolutely amazing, Gloria.” Vanessa affirmed, stepping closer so that she could squish Gloria into Emily with a hug.

“Thanks Auntie V!” Gloria muttered as she wiggled again, working one arm free so that she could curl it around Vanessa’s neck. Vanessa couldn’t stop her smile growing as her chest morphed into a comforting warmth. It was an instant sensation that encompassed her, just as her arms attempted to encompass the two amazing individuals she called family.

“I am surrounded by the most amazing women in the world! I love you both.” Emily announced softly, her smile so filled with joy that Vanessa’s heart almost burst through her chest. The Huntress had no idea how her body was able to contain the love she felt for these two, nor the pride she had in Emily. The Vampire was so fearless, so loving and tender despite her rebellious streak. Vanessa couldn’t help but lean closer, accidentally squishing Gloria, to press a quick peck to Emily’s smiling lips. It wasn’t quite a kiss, not with both of them smiling so much, but it was enough to express their love. That overflowing sensation that clearly filled both of them. Though, Gloria was clearly not sharing the sentiment.

“Ewww! Grown up kisses!” She declared, lifting both of her hands to shield her nearly glowing eyes. At that, both Emily and Vanessa laughed. Emily’s eyes adopted that wicked gleam again, the one which screamed that she was plotting. It was Emily’s equivalent of a cliché villain drumming their fingers together dramatically. One twitch of her brow was all it took for Vanessa to catch on, then act. In unison, the two women leaned in and pressed their lips to Gloria’s chubby cheeks, earning another high-pitched sound that was too preciously adorable for words.

“Disgusting. They have their fake marriage and now they want our schools too! The people of America shouldn’t have to let their kids go to a school where these perverts have access!” The voice that said those words was so gruff. Vanessa couldn’t help but flinch, even though she refused to turn her attention towards those speaking. Emily’s demeanour had also changed, shifting from playful to enraged within a single second. Her jaw hardened, almost bulging as she ground her, fortunately still human, teeth together. The blues of her eyes seemed almost purple for a moment, before she squeezed her eyes shut. When they opened, blue prevailed, although the stars had been returned to the sky. These blues were the depths of the ocean, where light only just could define colour. Vanessa shuddered at that. She couldn’t help it. The cold rage and building pressure within Emily’s eyes was crushing, and her glare was not even aimed at Vanessa.

“Honey, you mustn’t associate with those types of people, or their children. The devil uses them to spread wickedness and keep us from God.” The second voice was a woman. Gentler, quieter too. Perhaps that is what made her words hurt more than the man’s. Her tone was not rage and hatred, but the concern of a mother who desperately was trying to protect her child from what she feared. Her intent was not ill, even though her words spread hatred. She was just a mother trying to care for her child.

“These freaks want everyone to treat them special. If it were up to me, I’d execute them all, and the poor kids they’re corrupting. Cut evil out at the root before it ruins our country.” The male spoke again, somehow growing even louder. Around the room, some people cast him strange looks, or so Vanessa assumed. Nobody addressed his words, however. From the corner of her eye, Vanessa noticed one of the teachers discreetly turn and walk away, leaving the man unchecked. Something about his words cut too close to the bone, leading to Vanessa flinching. She’d heard homophobic comments before, even dealt with them, yet something about this man’s words. His conviction… it was too familiar.

“But Gloria is really nice! She helped me with my shoelaces!” A little boy spoke up, clearly trying to defend Gloria. Vanessa couldn’t miss the way Emily gave Gloria a proud smile, nor how Gloria snuggled closer into Emily. The little girl had gone several shades paler, whilst her eyes had darkened and dimmed. It was like watching a light switched off, leaving only fear and shadows in place of a vibrant scene. Then, Gloria’s body appeared to house a tornado for how violently she trembled, and the rushed breaths she took curled into the safety of Emily’s neck.

“Nice? She wants to turn you into a damn woman! All dykes are man haters, even the really pretty ones. If I see them later, I’ll make sure they ain’t so pretty anymore.” The Man spat. Like a key in a lock, understanding bolted into place within Vanessa’s mind. The words for gay were shifted into Supernatural. Vampires. Monsters. This man’s hatred was no different than the hatred which had been beaten into her own head. Vampires were evil, no debates. Then, her one time doubting it had led to the death of her team. For so long Vanessa had been sure of herself. Had not distinguished supernaturals between dangerous or not. They were the enemy. An enemy she’d struck down on hateful orders. Had she sounded like this? How many people had she saved and spread talk like this to? How many supernatural beings had felt the fear she felt now? The pain? How many children cried as Gloria was into Emily’s shoulder? How many little supernaturals had panicked and asked the questions Gloria was now?

“Ungtie Em, is that true? Because you love auntie V I have to marry a girl? What if I want a prince? I don’t wanna love a girl! They’ll hurt me! And I’ll go to hell! A-“

“Gloria Collins! You listen to me right now.” Vanessa cut in, turning her own body to shield Gloria from any hateful glances. The little Banshee lifted her head, green eyes blown wide with terror. A small nod let Vanessa know she had Gloria’s undivided attention, which she greedily claimed. If she had only ONE chance to fix this, she was going to do her best. She could not undo the damage of her own hatreds and past, yet she could prevent further hatred spreading.

“Nothing they have said is correct. Those people want to hurt others and make them feel bad for being different. There are lots of people like them in the world, but you can’t let their words hurt you.”

“You don’t have to love anybody you don’t want to, Gloria. Don’t you think Uncle Diego is handsome?” Emily questioned gently, earning a small nod from Gloria. At this, she smiled and continued.

“I thought so when I first met him, honestly I thought he could be my prince Charming.” Emily’s words earned a blink from Vanessa. She hadn’t known THAT! Though, when she really thought about it. Pale. Athletic build. Dark hair. Unique eyes. Broody exterior with a secret softness? Connections to the Supernatural… nope! She wasn’t going there. Nope, nope, nope!

“But, what about Auntie V? Don’t you love her?” Gloria gasped, seemingly invested in what Emily was saying.

“More than anything in this world, kiddo. Just look at her, don’t you think she’s pretty?” Emily’s gentle words caused Vanessa’s cheeks to burn. Her lips curled into an instinctive smile, unable to resist mirroring the tender expression across the vampire’s face. After a moment, she groaned, unable to endure the scrutiny. Her hands came up, shielding her face in a weak attempt to maintain some composure.

“She looks like a princess.” Gloria whispered all too loudly, earning a good-natured chuckle from Emily. When Vanessa braved a look through her fingers, she found herself gazing into two expectant faces. Emily was more matured, her amusement evident, whilst Gloria seemed almost enchanted. As if she were seeing Vanessa for the first time. Her little face echoed the wonder of characters in the anime and manga Vanessa so adored, right down to the twinkle in her eyes. These stories were filled with princesses and royalty, characters that had enchanted Vanessa for hours of her lonely life. She never had even stopped to consider herself anything like these characters… now, she was hearing that her niece thought her worthy of that title? It was too much!

“Yes, she is.” Emily agreed in a wistful tone.

“The first time I saw her, I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I was so lost in how pretty she was I almost crashed my old truck.”

“Not the truck!” Gloria dutifully chirped, earning a laugh from both Emily and Vanessa. That old truck was a nightmare, forever breaking down at the worst of times. Yet, their attachment to the truck didn’t let them quite dispose of it. It now served the Hunt family, breaking down at the worst of times and putting Mac’s teeth on edge. It also kept Mothman in business and gave them an excuse to visit Razi. Somehow, Razi’s sister always seemed to be visiting around the time as well… coincidence? Vanessa thought not.

“Yes. The Truck. Then she saved me and kept protecting me. She showed me that her heart was even more beautiful than I could imagine. She made me happy in ways no man I had been with ever had, or ever could. There were millions of little moments that made me realise we were meant to be together. The way her smile made me feel as if I was looking into the sun, how just holding her hand made me feel as if I could take on the world. She made everything seem easy and fun. She made me want to live, to be better than I used to be.” Emily explained, her voice going so wistful and gentle that Vanessa felt her heart beating faster and faster. Her chest thrummed and tingled, blood burned down her neck and collar in addition to her cheeks. Emily wasn’t done.

“She makes me want to protect the world, because I want everyone to have the chance to experience a love like I feel for her. I love Vanessa Helsing with all my heart, Gloria, and she loves me the same way. Even after I was turned into a vampire, she continued to love me. A Helsing and a Vampire is all so many people could see when they looked at us. To us, we were always just Vanessa and Emily. That’s why I married her, and not an uncle. Because I would rather have one single kiss from her, than an eternity with anybody else. I’d never go to bed again unless it is with her by my side.” Emily made no effort to conceal the tears dripping down her cheeks, not even when Gloria gave one an experimental poke. Crystalline blue eyes stayed focused on Vanessa, absorbing every single reaction as if they were water to a dying woman. Vanessa found herself in a similar state, enchanted by how the tears shone like diamonds against Emily’s pale skin. The huntress was enthralled by the beauty of the words, unable to even begin to process them despite the fact she knew them. In her heart she KNEW those words. They were every beat. They were every breath she took. Those words, their sentiment, were her existence. How Emily had plucked them from the air and given them form was… Vanessa didn’t have words.

“Does any of that sound evil, Gloria?”

“Nope!” Gloria stated, shaking her little head. Vanessa let out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. Gloria was just so accepting, so intelligent, so…

“It sounds gross! I’m never falling in love with anyone! Yuck!”

Well… she WAS still a child.

“I don’t think tha-” Vanessa began.

“Babe, hold onto Gloria for a second, I need to go talk to those people.” Emily was faster, cutting Vanessa off by thrusting Gloria into her lithe arms. She recognised the twinkle in Emily’s eye, that mischief with a touch of hunger which promised chaos. Staggering under the sudden weight, Vanessa’s extended hand missed Emily’s sleeve by an inch. An inch which may as well have been a mile.

“Em-” Vanessa stopped herself. Any further insistence would cause a scene, which wouldn’t be good for Gloria at all. Whatever Emily was planning, Vanessa knew it couldn’t be horrific. Not within such a crowded place, or in front of Gloria. Though, nothing could be more horrific than what she had seen. People doing nothing. Letting such vile words go around such vulnerable people. How? When Vanessa had realised her errors she had fought back. She had stood up to those who spoke with hatred, had fought to protect the innocent. Was she truly as unique as Emily said? Was it truly rare for someone to tell these people that their words were not appropriate? That threatening others was… she never concluded her thought as she watched Emily’s hand grab a packet from one of the tables. With an all too demure smile filled with fang, Emily held the packet up for Vanessa to see.

S A L T.

Vanessa let her head fall into her waiting hand, covering her face with a loud sigh as she predicted what was going to happen next.

Emily, with her saccharine smile fixated across her lips strutted straight up to the homophobic man, extended the packet and with a faux innocence spoke.

“Excuse me sir.” Her tone drifted from innocence to a purr, matching the way she spoke when her fangs were out and her eyes blazing. Through her fingers, Vanessa noted how pale the man had gone, even as Emily’s rich voice filled her ears.

“You dropped your nametag.”

[sgtbuckyybarnes]

also aaaaaaaallll three for remus and elora

1.

1) who can outdrink the other?

Elora can outdrink Remus

2) who says “I love you” more?

I think Remus does, Elora has a bit of an issue with the L word after her family were so awful so he always reminds her how much he loves her

3) who has trouble sleeping alone?

Elora, she hates full moon times when he’s not there

4) who swears more?

Remus, it takes Elora a while to get out of the pureblood perfection

5) who does more of the housework?

Elora does all the cooking and they share the cleaning

6) who forgets their anniversary?

I don’t think either of them would, they’ve both waited for it for so long haha!

7) who steals the duvet in their sleep?

Remus

8) who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

Probably Remus again but Elora doesn’t mind 

9) who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Remus, Elora never had pets at home so she isn’t used to things like this but she’d probably cave and they’d adopt a load

10) who usually makes dinner?

Elora, she loves cooking

11) who plays their music out loud?

Neither of them are very loud people so I think they’d be earphones people

12) who hogs the bathroom?

Elora 

13) who gives the most compliments?

Remus, he compliments her all of the time

14) who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

Probably Elora but they don’t argue that much, it would just be about her paranoia about how people view her 

15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

I don’t think either of them would - I’d say Sirius! 

16) who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

Elora 

17) who fusses over takes care of the other when they get sick?

Elora fusses over Remus every single month after the full moon and he loves it

18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Remus can never stay mad at Elora for long

19) who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

Elora would cling to Remus 

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Elora, she’s the more confident out of the two at initiating 

2.

makes bad jokes when they get nervous, and which one can totally see through it?

Remus makes bad jokes and Elora can see right through him

gets cranky without coffee, and which one knows this and brings them a cup in the morning?

Remus is the cranky one, especially after a full moon, so Elora always makes sure to greet him with a cup

cries when they get drunk, and which one has a 50% chance of getting arrested?

Elora is definitely a drunk crier and is also probably the one who has the 50% chance at getting arrested as well haha! Remus is a marauder so he knows how to cover his tracks 

forgets what they were talking about when the other smiles at them?

Remus, she stops him dead in his tracks 

kicks the other in their sleep, and which one kicks back while fully awake?

Remus kicks but Elora wouldn’t kick back she’d probably just dig him in the ribs with her elbow

uses bath bombs and soaks in the tub for an hour, and which one hasn’t taken an actual bath since they were six years old?

Elora is a total bath person, she loves getting into the bath after a long day but Remus is more of a quickly jump in the shower person

secretly wears the other’s oversized sweaters, and which one secretly leaves their sweaters lying out for the other to wear?

Remus leaves his lying around because he loves seeing Elora in his clothes!

accidentally puts their underwear on inside out, and which one accidentally or on purpose leaves the house without underwear on?

Both are probably Remus

yells at rom-com characters to, “stop being so stupid and just talk,” and which one spends most of the movie watching the other fondly?

Elora yells and Remus just stares at her all heart eyes 

gets way too competitive playing games, and which one finds their rage and bloodlust adorable?

Remus is the competitive one and Elora thinks he’s adorable 

pulls pranks on the other, and which one somehow loves them more even while planning their murder?

Elora tries to pull the pranks but Remus, again, is a marauder who always sees them coming so she’d also be the one plotting the murder because she just wants to get him one (1) time!!!

organized their cereal (alphabetically, color coordinating, or by sugar content), and which one mixes them all together in one big container?

Elora would be the organised one and Remus would be the other

3.

1. Who offers their jacket when the other is cold?

Remus offers his jacket and Elora loves wearing it

2. Who giggles uncontrollably when the other playfully picks them up?

Elora, she definitely can’t pick Remus up! 

3. Who compliments the other in front of everyone?

Remus, they can both be a little shy but he is so proud of her and how strong she is

4. Who is more likely to tell the other a pun and what is the other’s reaction to the pun?

Remus is more likely to tell the pun and at first Elora would be like what are you doing but she’d find them funny

5. When one of them has a bad day, what does the other do to help cheer them up?

Elora will do anything to cheer Remus up if he’s had a bad day, she’s pretty good at brushing hers off

6. If they got to pick what one another wears for a day, what would one another wear?

Elora wouldn’t mind as long as he’s wearing a comfy jumper or coat she can steal and Remus wouldn’t even try to pick out an outfit for her! He thinks she looks great in whatever she wears 

7. Who introduces their partner to their family first? How does it go?

Elora would never subject Remus to her family!!! And he doesn’t have much to do with his either 

8. In a coffee shop AU, who would be the coffee shop employee and who would be the customer?

Remus would be the employee and Elora the customer 

9. When they sit side by side, do they touch one another? For example, does one person has their arm around the other, do they sit holding hands, or linked arms, ECT.

They always sit so they’re close enough together to be touching slightly, they’ll have their hands on the table and would link their little fingers 

10. What is a small thing that one another does to make their partner happy?

For Elora it’s that Remus can look at her dark mark without getting that judgey look on his face others get, he knows she didn’t want it and it was forced upon her but also knows she hates being pitied. He’d be the only one she’d wear short sleeves around

For Remus it’s that Elora always meets him with herbal teas after a full moon, she knows he needs his strength up so researches into what would be best for him and replaces his usual coffee with it until he’s feeling better 

11. What would they do to celebrate their one year anniversary?

They’d have a quiet night together, she’d cook for him and he’d introduce her to muggle movies

12. When did they know that loved each other, and when did they first tell each other that they loved one another?

When they meet back up it doesn’t take long before they realise they love one another but neither says it for a while. I think it would be after Sirius dies and they’d realise they need to live in the moment 

13. Who likes to give the other hugs from behind followed by a kiss?

Remus 

14. Who would make a playlist for the other person?

Neither, I don’t think they’d be big music people and I’m not sure a pureblood would even know what a playlist was haha! 

15. What would be featured on the playlist?

^^

16. Who would bring their partner on a romantic date under the stars?

That would be one of their regular dates I think, they’d love to go out on a quiet night and look up to the stars 

[armoured-iron-geek]

Rewriting Dolittle

How to fix this monstrosity

Keep the animated scene in the beginning. The animation was gorgeous and gave the opening a true storybook feel. It all went downhill from there.

No stupid one-liners from the animals that don’t suit the time of the film. A few animal puns are allowed, but most of the jokes are situational gags based on the animals that are shown and not spoken. NO TOILET HUMOUR- WE CAN BE FUNNY WITHOUT IT.

Fuck Stubbins, he’s boring as shit so let’s kick him from the plot. Instead Lady Rose’s carriage accidently runs over the squirrel on the way to the Dolittle Sanctuary. Rose accepts her place as a princess, but watching Dolittle with his animals intrigues her and eventually learns to talk to them. She worms her way into the voyage because she wants to be an active part of saving her mothers life.

Rose’s fear of losing her only family member resonates with Dolittle’s loss of Lily. Instead of losing the estate being his motivator, it’s saving the breaking of another family. He doesn’t admit this until much later. Saving the estate is an added bonus.

Boring Blair Villiain Guy used to travel with John and Lily Dolittle on thier voyages. He was the only survivor of Lily’s ill-fated final voyage when he jumped ship and was miraculously saved. Dolittle resents him for surviving what his wife couldn’t and Blair has persistantly tried to get back into his good books for seven years. Between that and being constantly seen as second fiddle to Dolittle, Blair finally gave up and is willing to work against him.

Lord Asshole is the leading bad guy. He poisioned the Queen and pushed Blairs buttons to try and sabotage Dolittle’s plans.

Dolittle only takes Jip, Chee-Chee, Yoshi and Polly with him. They all get small, but perfectly fleshed out character arcs. Everyone else was just background noise in the movie and served no purpose. Plimpton stayed behind instead of Jip becuase Dolittle suspected foul play and who the fuck would try shady shit in the prescence of a massive ostrich?

There’s an emphasis on Jip being Dolittle’s best friend (I’ll admit, I just want more Tom Holland and RDJ interaction).

Blair still goes after Dolittle, but you can tell that his threats are empty and sometimes hesitant. He even “accidentally” sabotages one of the attempts to capture the gang.

Rose and Dolittle bond after she saves him during the whale incident. Dolittle is pleasantly surprised by her determination to understand the animals the way he does. It reminds him of Lily and begins to soften his harsh opinion of humanity.

Lily’s father still sends Dolittle to be eaten by Barry. Chee-Chee has his moment of bravery and breaks it up. After their fight, Barry and Dolittle start screaming their regrets and wishes about Barry’s mum and Lily at each other. Lily’s dad overhears, has his epiphany, gives Rose back, reaches an understanding and let’s Dolittle go. They go outside to find their ship has been sunken by Blair and Lily’s dad gives them another one.

Blah, blah, blah, they all make it to Eden Island despite Blair stealing the journal. The dragon is still sick, but it’s due to all the dishonesty the previous voyagers over history had brought with them to an island of such purity. When the dragon reveals the skull of her dead mate, Dolittle finally opens up and is truthful about what Lily’s death did to him. Blair also gives in to his conscious and finally confronts Dolittle about what his resentment did to Blair’s pride. Blair has only ever really wanted them to be partners again. Dolittle realises his misgivings and apologises.

All the honesty replenishes the dragon and she lets them take the Fruit. They return just in time to save the Queen. Blair snitches on Lord Asshole and he is taken away.

A few months later, the Dolittle sanctuary is restored to full glory. Dolittle is back in his element, but this time, he’s actively teaching Blair to speak to the animals so they are finally on equal footing. They’re doing great as partners and all is well.