#prob where the hand burn aspect comes from

[majimassqueaktoy]

Dreamt I was walking around Kamurocho with Kiryu, we literally were just wandering around quietly together and eventually he stopped us at a little food cart and I watched him lay his hands flat against seemingly the counter so I decided to mimick him and do the same but rather than counter top it was actually the hot plate and we both seared the absolute fuck out of our hands. He did manifest a scarf from nowhere and wrap it around my hands though, which was sweet, albeit likely unhygenic.

[sir-huffman]

tagged by: @songzhong​ (hello, here’s a wall of text, and I enjoyed reading about you Mao!) tagging: @you on the dash - aka you see this you’re tagged.

———  BASICS!​

Name: Duke ( any pronouns, but most use masculine  )

Face Claims:       - Itsuki Kamiyama from GOTH (professional like above)       - Suga from Night of Drizzling Rain (general)

———  THREE  FACTS!

1) I am an ISTJ and a Taurus...so take that what you will. I’d like to say I’m friendly, but tend to put a very large wall (of text) up so people know what they’re getting into with me and to give an explanation for my actions...as such I am very introverted and only have so much energy for interaction. This leaves me seldom to contact people in the RPC unless I have a specific idea in mind for our muses...which honestly I never do. The best is for me to just chuck a meme at people and see how our muses vibe. After that, well uh...yeah. I’m one of those RPers who have more people I interact IC than OOC cuz OOC interaction takes a lot out of me unless we somehow vibe well.

And by vibe well, I mean our muses generally interact well and aren’t apathetic towards each other. There are so many muns that I respect and consider friends and admire from afar, but we’re not close due to just our muses just not vibing as well as others (which is totes fine it’s just how things sometimes go, ya know?).

( you’ll find that I write a lot hence the read more )

2) I am very stubborn and have a little bit of tunnel vision in my own HCs and world crafting. My muses tend to be people who hold an authoritative and demanding presence where their opinions are stated as truth...which is the complete opposite of my own personality. But I’ve learned that I have to kinda draw my lines and I feel like I can probably give people whiplash between my timid and nervous nature and when it comes to defining my muses. Honestly I’m just very flexible with molding my muses to help fit for interaction, but I do have hard lines and like to make it clear if I’m bending my characters vs how they would naturally act...I tend to make my muses push overs unless I’m like 100% comfy...and even them I make them push overs...hence the amount of my crack threads because I have no sense control and just wanna have fun...with my tight assed muses.

3) That said...I’m just a meme. My main reputation is just being that one mun who RPs a Team Rocket OC with 6 Magikarps. But I truly just have two sides. The very crackish side where (1) I’ll just throw our muses in ridiculous situations and (2) the very angst heavy side that usually only talked about due to my muses handling trauma and very apathetic and nonchalant towards breaking hearts. And as I write this out I feel like I’m giving people whiplash on whoever is reading this since they see Huffman here and is like “oh, how cute what a soft boy” and then I bring up Morax who is just a monstrosity of a muse where I’m toning him down 99% of the time because...well...(*looks at hands*) he’ll end up killing a muse 99% of the time if I don’t stop him and that isn’t fun to RP.

———  EXPERIENCE!

My first experience in RPing in general was on an old website called TinierMe and also a mobile app called VampiresLIVE (lol). However I officially started RPing on Tumblr in 2014 as a Gijinka!Groudon blog originally known as theruleroftheland. After that I’ve slowly branched out of the Pokemon RPC but hold a strong connection with the friends I’ve made there (or kinda, I’m horrible at keeping contact with others since I disappear for months/years at a time). But I’ve found I’m most comfortable writing on tumblr due to the amount of formatting and organization that comes with RPing on here.

I’m slowly branching out to Discord (thank you to my dear RP partners over there who are patient with me because I’m slow) and becoming more accustom with being social over there.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE!

Gender: 100% male to RP as. I find that I gravitate towards males since I have disconnection with male muses from myself and I like having that wall. Writing females get a little too personal for my own comfort so having that extra layer of distance really helps. Also it helps me look at things differently.

Multi or Single: 

I prefer single-muse blogs to run as I like keeping things strictly relating to my muse on one blog and another muse on another. Over the years I’ve been interested in throwing my old muses onto a multi-muse blog but honestly I can never bring myself making a multi-fandom multi-muse blog due to my own heavy need for organization.

As for shipping, I work under what I call a Quasi-Single shipping (aka multi- and single- ship). I operate under the impression that my muses are in an overarching timeline of their life that is heavily affected by their relationships. As such the MULTISHIP aspect is prone to have cheating and relationship overlap. I’m into having muses naturally engage in threesomes, foursomes, lying, cheating, misunderstandings, fights, break ups, get back togethers, etc. with all muses and muns participating together in the joy of it all. Jealousy and questioning of my muses’ relationships and actions are welcomed as I like having the sense that my muses are human and things aren’t so cookie cutter.

That said I am also SINGLESHIP in the sense that most of my muses are not polyamorous and are very much interested in having an end goal relationship where they settle down and marry. With who and how that happens really depends on both my muse and my partner’s muse. So whoever my muse is really shooting to get married to and actively advances will be my main single ship partner...or really whoever is going to influence my muse the most and I can see my muse actually yearning for (which honestly isn’t that many muses *cries*).

That said...Huffman in particular is going to be really hard to single-ship with as he is 100% dedicated his entire life to his lord and savior Lord Barbatos and this is the thanks he gets to Mondstadt and he will betray his own lover and such for Mondstadt.

He is also a(ego)romantic so he has a huge disconnection with serious relationships as he will honestly treat them just like he treats every other citizen in Mondstadt and it can slowly get to any of his partners since he just thinks is just apart of his job as a partner...which is the same job he has with the people of Mondstadt.

fluff/angst/smut:

Fluff: Generally I don’t find myself interested in fluff, but I realized that is only because of my previous muses couldn’t handle fluff at all. For this particular blog (Huffman) fluff is honestly the only thing that I can offer due to the nature of his character. Fluff with the undertone of angst is going to happen a lot, it’s not going to be sugary sweet fluff but just a result of Huffman’s very grounded and relaxed nature. He is calm and level headed, very rational (a little too rational) and very determined to make sure everyone is happy...and as such angst won’t really happen because Huffman tries to avoid such things naturally.

Angst: I enjoy angst, I’m that person who loves crying and my favorite tropes (especially in shipping) is unrequited love especially when it’s with a character who has so much love and dedication to one person. As such, I find that I’m more inclined to talk about angst than actually RPing it. I’m very slow (really really slow) when it comes to RPing unless it’s crack or relaxed banter. So when it comes to angst, I like to set time aside and fully write it out...making me having to respond weeks to months later...haha sorry. Also I naturally have muses who are apathetic towards angst and other muses feelings that is hard for me to write because I’m the opposite and I get heavily invested...it takes a lot out of me.

That said...most of my angst comes from very slow burns rather than actually writing it out. It’s more of the anticipation of the heartache, breakup, betrayal, cheating, etc. that I’m more inclined to talk about than actually RP...as stated above my muses are generally cold hearted and very accepting of any consequence to their actions...they tend to be planners and expect karma to creep up on them someday.

Smut: I am very particular about smut. I personally like talking about it but actually writing it takes a lot more time for me to do. There are some words that I refuse to write (which happens to be a lot of the smutty words lol) due to how I read them in my head irks me and doesn’t flow right (my worst subject in school was English so I don’t know many words okay). As such, it takes time for me to fully write smut and even then the way I tackle it is very action oriented rather than immersive (I like to think) so uh...RIP my rp partners who want to write smut since I usually respond when I’m half asleep and have no filter and probably stare at me like “wtf did I just read?”. I’m sorry my smut partners who have to deal with me.

plot/ memes:

Memes: I’m more inclined to send memes than actually get around to responding to them. I like keeping my thread count low because I’m slow and usually memes require immediate interaction (something that I may or may not have the time for). However, most of my threads come from memes that will fizzle out over time and I eventually drop without warning- it just how it goes.

Plots: I like plotting and defining pre-established relationships. Having to start everyone off with a blank slate isn’t something I like unless it just seems natural for our muses (ie. for Huffman he probs doesn’t know many Liyue characters, but he definitely is close to Mondstadt characters at least on a name basis). As such, I tend to like establishing relationships and then going from there so I know how Huffman will interact with them.

Plotted threads, however, take a lot out of me as I like coining an idea and then having a starter be written and then go from there. If there are checkpoints to happen, I get awkward because my muses are 95% certain to shift the narrative based on what is being written and the situation that arises. So heavily plotted threads isn’t good, but defining the trajectory of a relationship is something I’m down for...mostly because I’m a quasi-single ship and 99% of my muses relationships are going to fail naturally - which is something hard to bring up when there is ship talking happen.

[drunklander]

Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 505

ADSOOO!!! AND CLAIRE!!! AND ADSOOOOO!!!

My floofer was not amused when I woke her up to show her the cat on the teevee. Bqhatevwr, boo boo, you’re stuck with me. #TeamSocialDistancing

Oh, I guess the voice overs are back in a big way. Super...

And also like, this whole running bit about God and stuff would work so much better if they’d included Jamie and Claire’s faith a bit more throughout the show. *cough Jamie’s prayer cough*

Do we have to pour one out for science!jizz? This is the book bit where the science!jizz happened, but maybe they’ll do it later? Probs not. Le sigh.

Marsali being all excited with Claire and Claire being all fuck yeah I found it gives me the warm fuzzies. I LOVE THE TWO OF THEM A LOT OK.

This montage makes me dizzy. Not a fan, tbh.

Oh hey, the old Hancock building! With a park that looks nothing like Boston, haha. But I appreciate the effort lol, my main office is like a block from the old Hancock building. Not that I’ll be seeing it any time soon. Living that work from home life until the plague times are over.

But for real, social distance. No joke. Stay the fuck home.

I love 60s Claire if only because damn girl, look at dem legsss.

Hi, I’m Der and I’m very shallow sometimes.

But Claire has objectively great legs.

Omfg, Roger, stop being a butthurt whiner. You suck at being a soldier. You know you suck at being a soldier. And instead of being like yeah, let me learn and get better, you just bitch about it.

Sam is gonna kick his horse in the head at some point. Why the fuck does he dismount like that. It’s literally bugged me since season one.

So they’re pardoning everyone. Probs not Murtz though. Cool that instead of doing a continuous ramp up to the inevitable confrontation, they’re going the book route of lol, jk, all this was kind of a waste of time for now...

Really, Knox, you did something excessive? Cool way to say murdered a dude.

Ok well if Knox is getting the Ardsmuir roll, then he’s def gonna die, right?

Jamie’s 100% gonna intentionally miss Murtz’s face.

Boom, called it.

I do not like spiders. Please move this VO along, Claire.

I’m fucking glad we finally get Doctor!Claire. We should have gotten more Doctor!Claire in season three. Jamie got to have all aspects of his 20 years examined but fucking Claire’s side was literally just about Fred and how shitty he is.

Fuck you, season three. Fuck yeah, Doctor!Claire!

“It’s my married name.” Lulz. And not the married name she wants...

GRAHAM SAYS THE THING JAMIE SAID WHEN CLAIRE WAS STITCHING HIM UP IN SEASON ONE AND I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT IT OK.

Graham makes me miss when the show was in Scotland like whoa. I miss the Squad. There are so many characters now that are like kind of always around but they’re not part of the Squad. And the main Squad is always separated. So like there’s barely any big group adventures anymore where we actually give a shit about everyone involved.

I JUST WANT THE FOLKS I CARE ABOUT TO HANG OUT MORE, OK!

Needle!jizz 2.0 is gonna be the closest we get to science!jizz, isn’t it. Whomps.

Can the show please just be a period procedural with Claire and Marsali being badass doctors? Thx.

Because for real though, Marsali being like “scalpel” is my favorite thing ever.

I feel you, Jemmy, I’d cry if I were stuck hanging out with Roger too.

I DO NOT LIKE SPIDERS, CLAIRE.

“My lass is more concerned wi’ words and deeds.” Which is why it baffles me that she’s still with you, bro, because your words and deeds fucking suck.

How Bonnet doesn’t accidentally swallow the diamond is beyond me.

Ok so if your wife was violently raped and you know she’s had some PTSD about it, because you’ve seen the drawings and stuff, you should maybe act completely the opposite way from how Roger is acting.

“And you kept it? A gift...from Bonnet.” Yes, you giant fuckwit, your traumatized wife went to hang with her rapist for shits and giggles and accepted a present because she really wants a memento to remember him by. They’re on such good terms and all. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! HOW IS HE SUCH A DOUCHECANOE?!

You do not get to judge or question how someone processes their trauma you raging asshat.

He is such a fucking Fred.

Do I think what Bree did was smart? Or a good decision? Hard no. But it’s what she thought she needed to do to move forward with her life. And so she can do whatever the fuck she wants. Yeah, words have consequences and it was a stupid move, but Roger needs to step all the fucking way off.

“You’ve never said as much to me.” “I didn’t think I needed to.” I HATE ROGER SO MUCH. I HATE HIM WITH THE PASSION OF A THOUSAND FIERY SUNS. HOW DO THE WRITERS NOT REALIZE THAT THEY’RE MAKING THE CHARACTER WHO’S SUPPOSED TO BE THE SECOND ROMANTIC MALE LEAD AN IRREDEEMABLE PIECE OF SHIT. OH WAIT BECAUSE THEY HAVE LOTS OF PRACTICE FROM FRED 1.0 THAT FRED 2.0 IS JUST A NATURAL PROGRESSION.

Lol at this “Boston” priest sounding vaguely southern. Is he one of the pedos the archdioceses just kept shuffling around?

(I’m not a fan of organized religion and being forced to grow up Catholic sucked a lot for me. I did some therapy about it.)

Ok so is Claire’s knife on her belt the hand job antler knife? I mean, Jamie doesn’t give it to her until Echo, but I’m gonna pretend like it’s the hand job antler knife. Also, some witches use a white handled knife called a boline to cut herbs and stuff so it’s fitting that Claire constantly-being-witchy-to-her-own-detriment Beauchamp has a white handled knife for collecting herbs.

“Yeah, Frank and I... no, we had a very complicated marriage.” Well that’s one way to put it. *keeps rage bottled up on the inside*

“Frank and I, we still managed to make it work, for Bree’s sake.” Except it didn’t fucking work. He was terrible to you. You basically put up with 20 years of emotional abuse for the sake of your kid and then he used her as a weapon against you. Because he is garbage. Much like Roger.

Claire is always the bigger person. She was with Fred and now with Roger. Like, I’m still pissed that she never got to let out her side of things. She just keeps framing it through rose colored glasses, never speaking ill of Fred when he didn’t do that for her.

WE DO NOT DESERVE CLAIRE BEAUCHAMP AND NEITHER DO MOST OF THE MEN ON THIS SHOW.

Fergus deserves milady.

They’re really going hard with the Roger, Bree and Jemmy have to go back stuff. Are they gonna bump them going back up to the season finale this year? They bring it up basically every fucking episode. I’d be down with moving that along tbh. Except then we’d have to have just the two of them as their own story line and I hate that part from the books.

“We are but humble servants to the law.” Really, Javert Knox. Would you say your duty’s to the law?

“Those who follow the path of the righteous shall have their reward.” Yes, bible and shit, but also a veRY FAMOUS LINE FROM A VERY FAMOUS SONG FROM A VERY FAMOUS MUSICAL.

“Scotland, eh? I never stopped missing it.” HARD SAME, GRAHAM. HARD SAME.

Pledged their oaths to the militia. Not the governor. Miiiinor detail, haha.

“It is a relief, to finally put down the sword and pistol and pick up the axe and shovel.” So, Jamie, you’re saying you’re gonna walk behind the plough-share, you will put away the sword?

Oh hey, it’s Joe! Another person we should have spent more time with in season three.

“Something about Graham Menzies...” Maybe the fact that he could easily have been part of the OG Squad?

I MISS THE OG SQUAD.

“Principally that men like Fitzgibbons never change.” Really, Knox, men like [him] can never change? A man, such as [him]?

“OUR DUTY IS TO THE LAW. WE WILL SEE JUSTICE DONE.” OK BUT THEY’RE LIKE LITERALLY TRYING TO SHOEHORN IN ALL THE LES MIS LYRICS THEY CAN LIKE THE TIME I DID THAT WITH I’M ON A BOAT IN THAT ONE RECAP...

“What kind of deceitful devil wears the guise of honor and talks of justice and mercy?” Valjean Fraser, at last we see each other plain...

“Believe of me what you will,” there’s a duty that he’s sworn to do. Protect his Murtz.

“As god is my witness, I will do what must be done.” You never shall yield? ‘Til you come face to face?

“Damned if I’ll be in league with a traitor.” Would you rather live in the debt of a thief?

“But I will not stand by and watch my kin hunted like a dog.” Like a dog on the run, Jamie?

Called it! Broski needed to die. You’re not gonna make sure the letters are burned all the way, Jamie? Like didn’t that dude who brought in the letters see you there? This seems like it’s gonna backfire *rull* quick.

Also, speaking of dead bodies, is Rando McWhatshisface still in the basement?

Is Adso Gavroche in this scenario?

Jamie Fraser, murder to kitten snuggles in 0.3 seconds.

IF YOU HURT ONE HAIR ON MY LITTLE BEBE’S HEAD, I WILL END YOU, JAMIE.

Slash finally, I thought this episode was turning into Waiting for Gadsot...

(I made myself chuckle a little too hard at that one, tbh.)

“I found him in an alley, couldn’t leave him behind.” AKA how Jamie Fraser adopts all of his children, haha.

“How would you feel about taking a trip to London with me? Your father wanted to bring you there before he died.” You mean, when he threatened to steal your kid from you? It fucking speaks so highly of Claire that she won’t ruin Bree’s impression of Fred. Even though Bree knows by now that he was a terrible person.

“Thank you for my gift.” YOUR GIFT LOVES YOU TOO, CLAIRE!

(And I’m still a sucker for the Claire calling Jamie “soldier” bit.)

[bathroom-sand]

if analsis has depression thats why she sleep all day and in bed and not shower then why do u make fun of her for it very ugly of u pick n choose what mental health probs to stand for

I’m literally,,, depressed

This isn’t me giving a middle finger to depression. I’ve been so depressed I didn’t shower. Like I’ve already thought through the scenario where this is why she doesn’t shower BECAUSE I’ve been there. And that totally could be why she doesn’t get out of bed and sleeps all the time, there’s a reason I’ve never dissed her for that.

But let me unpack things here for a moment

Her problem doesn’t just affect her, others have to deal with it. Jackson’s body changing doesn’t affect the house, but their noses will certainly be affected by Analyse’s smell, I guess. Anybody in that house with sensory issues has to deal with that. And by the way people like Jackson and Jack also reek in that house. All three are disgusting.

But more importantly, not showering is a sign of super low function depression. The only times I got that way was when I’m at my big lows. Analyse on the other hand? She has enough energy to go around bashing people, making jokes, getting laid, playing pranks, swim, I’ve seen her workout. If all of these things happen consistently then that’s a sign she isn’t in a state of low functioning depression.

If her skipping showers on days she slept all day and laid in bed doing nothing I might give it to her. But it’s been consistent between the days she’s spends most of her time lounging and the days she spends more time having fun.

There is a chance that she’s expanding all her energy doing these things instead of looking after her own hygiene. But at the same time she still has the energy to look at other aspects of her appearance like her makeup and her hair. Things that take more effort than a shower.

Also if I was in a state of depression where I didn’t shower I would NOT be going on big brother. I just wouldn’t. She’s a self-proclaimed super fan, she came into this with a solid idea of how tasking it must be to be in there.

You wanna know why I really think she doesn’t take showers? Because a huge piece of modern advice is to not wash your hair everyday. And there’s just some girls out here who are literally so dumb that they think that means they can avoid washing their body. And Analyse has proven several times over that her logic just isn’t there. She’s the kind of girl who would hear that advice and genuinely not wash her body as well. She just is lmao.

Now look, if you’ve actually been hurt because of the comments and I don’t mean “ya’ll are hypocritical cause how come you can say Analyse smells but I can’t make fun of a someone with a confirmed eating disorder” kinda hurt. But if you genuinely felt hurt because you’re in that state of depression or have been, then I’m actually sorry.

Know that when I make fun of Analyse not showering that it’s purely me making fun of a girl who I think genuinely doesn’t think she needs to shower everyday.

Anyways....

You didn’t even bother spelling her name right

It’s not cute for you to go insulting me on anon

You also didn’t need to insult me at all. You didn’t need to try and add in some “burn” or a dig at me to get your point across. It just shows that you care more about acting righteous than the issue you presented.

You should have just messaged me and we genuinely could have talked about this and worked things out.

Do you honestly care for my response? Did you really want to hear my side? Or did you want to just take a dig at me? These aren’t rhetorical either, because I went out here and put out more about my mental health than I would have otherwise. And I did that because I wanted you to know where I was coming from in case it did hurt you. Because I think you deserve that if it did.

You could have also just made a public general post about it. I’m not the only one who has done it. Own your opinions and if this is a concern you actually have then why not own up to it?

If it ever comes out that she’s super depressed and admits this is why she doesn’t shower then you best believe I’m going to 1. Apologize for the posts I’ve made and 2. Make it known that’s it not okay to keep making those jokes

I have no hard feelings towards you. I’m not gonna block you or anything. I get why you’d be angry if you really think this stuff. I get why you’d want to say something about it. I really do. So I hope you get to read this and I hope you realize I wasn’t out here trying to knowingly attack someone for symptoms of their depression.

Anyways thank you for sending me an anon of all people, I do always enjoy getting them and I enjoy that I got to put my thoughts out there. Have a good night!

[someone-elses-star]

The 100 6x10: Matryoshka Personal Narrative

Here we go again! I hope this week went by as quick for you as it did for me! I’m super excited to see this episode--but nervous because I heard that there might be a major character death? I mean....we just lost Kane next week? Why would they do that to us again?! Any speculations? I’ve been hearing that it might be Raven (though that seems off-plot from this season) and I’ve also been hearing Octavia (but she’s in the next episode so maybe later this season, but definitely not tonight). Also, BOB DIRECTS NEXT EPISODE!!! I’m so jazzed for that! 

Love you Eliza! They can’t kill you off if you’re the only one who introduces the upcoming episodes! Lmao

Haha the reminders showing us yesterday about Bellamy being super in love with Clarke and her return. Like we need that reminder. We have been replaying that scene all week!

Love Clarke on the motorcycle.

Uh oh! Who’s on the other motorcycles?

Our head? Our head? 

You tell her Clarke! 

Damn Josephine knows her away around no matter how many years she’s been gone.

Anybody reminded of the bunker on Earth from season 1 to this one? You know the one where we all started shipping Bellarke? Lol

Ohhh....bringing up the Josephine/Gabriel relationship.

Wow. Josephine actually seems human when talking about him.

Damn.....Clarke is seizing. Damn, she is sorta worried about Clarke, but....still mostly worried about saving her own ass. Not surprised.

Ope! Here is where Raven and Abby find out Clarke is “dead.”

Russell is out for their heads. His own doing, really. 

Yeah, Raven. Look guilty and mournful for Clarke!

So Simone said that to hurt them for hurting her?

Yes, Russell, you’re fault. But not for letting them in. For trying to kill Clarke.

Awwww....calling Madi Clarke’s daughter always gets to me!

Wow. Simone is out for BLOOD!

Just like them? You are worse than them! 

Oh god?! Who are they going to kill?!?!

Oh. Telling people the truth! Good for him!

Do I hear the sounds of rebellion?

Gaia and Echo teamwork! We are getting almost all the spoiler scenes in the first ten minutes, are we? Damn.

REBELLION! REBELLION! 

Rebellion is never really peaceful, though, is it?

You tell him Echo! Haha

Wow. Make them choose who dies? Extra cruel. 

Plan B. Always have a Plan B.

I love Echo. I do. I may not like her and Bellamy together romantically, but I really, really LOVE her!

Wow Gaia. Put on the pressure. 

That’s easy....Murphy. Yup.

You tell him Madi!

Ohh....The truth is coming out!

Abby is going to kill him!

Eventually.....lol. Emori.

Abby totally giving him the slap.

You tell him, Abby!

Commercial Break #1 Thoughts: Honestly, I haven’t liked Abby this season, or most seasons, but it’s nice to see her acting like a real mother again. And also, I love Murphy, but he gets off wayyyyy too easy most time. Do I want him dead? NO! Do I agree that he would be the one to choose....don’t hate me!....but probably so. He did betray them and all. He did the right thing in the end. Sure. But mostly through a lot of outside pressure, and he probably would have gone through with it if Josephine didn’t stab him in the leg and shit. He’s very into saving his own ass. 

Is Josephine really singing....that song? Lol

Ohhh....back in the mind stuff! And it is MESSY and falling apart!

Ohhh their memories are mixing now! That is definitely not good! Way to really push the point that Clarke’s brain is deteriorating. 

Not much. Yes, I would definitely concur.

Ohhh. Her second body really didn’t want to be taken!

Josephine is actually scared. Good.

I love Clarke with a plan!

Hmmm....I hope those memories aren’t important....

Our brain, now Clarke? This is scaring me that she keeps saying “our.”

Leave it to Raven to put Clarke through hell and then give Murphy an easy talk.

So did Gaia purposely get taken?

Madi is ANGRY! 

The only person dying tonight is Russell. How come I don’t agree?

Wow. Very tense lunchtime. 

Is Ty good....or bad? 

Ohhhhh is Ty going to get himself killed because he can’t wait for the rebellion?

OH....is Simone going to die? Good riddance? I suppose....? Yup. Dead. 

No wonder Russell is going to be out for blood this episode. His poor choices are leading to his whole family’s demise. 

Commercial Break #2 Thoughts: Is anyone actually feeling bad for the Primes? I mean, I’m not, but I want to know if there is anyone out there still thinking they are good when their whole brainwashing shit is coming out. Bring on the rebellion! And seriously, already halfway through the episode? I feel, like usual, that we’ve got a lot, but still not enough. I really hope the last few episodes are not rushed because of this. That would suck. I know we’ll get a cliffhanger-ish thing like we usually do, but I hope it is after some real plot growth. Also, so we are probs not going to see Bellamy this episode? Is that what’s happening? Because next to episodes descriptions are all Bellamy/Octavia descriptions which makes me worry also about Clarke’s health. I see Eliza’s name in the cast section of both, but....still worried.

Ope. Josephine and Gabriel memories in different bodies!

Aww.....that’s so cute. I still hate her. And this is so the start of Gabriel’s hate for the Prime system.

Clarke is so sympathizing. She needs to stop being so nice.

Wow. They’re bonding. Damn. Fuck. Fine. Save them both, but give Clarke back her body. And let her live, of course. 

And here is Josephine with an ax. That’s not good. Definitely can’t not trust the psychopath.

And....there goes Josephine. But...Clarke is still inside? How? Is Josephine gone completely now? Or is she awake in Clarke’s body?

And uh oh! Killer vines!

Commercial Break #3 Thoughts: Don’t have many thoughts because that was not a lot before the next set of commercials. But I think we’re somehow seeing Josephine awake somehow? Like, why was it her who regained control when her memories were wiped? And what does this mean for Clarke’s survival? Especially when I’m convinced Josephine was going to use that ax against Clarke? Meaning she can STILL definitely NOT be trusted to keep any sort of deal in keeping them both alive. Josephine is definitely the female Murphy--a little more psycho, yes, but still valid.

At least those commercials didn’t last.

And here is the body being choked! And Gabriel and Octavia to the rescue! 

Nope....Josephine. Not Clarke.

Oh. He does still love her.  That’s not good.

Yeah, Octavia. Ask about Clarke! Save Clarke!

Wow. This is such a mess!

Damn. You guys didn’t honestly think that she was to be trusted. 

You go Bellamy!

“Because of course it is!” What sass!

Blake reunion!

You tell her Bellamy! Protect Clarke, Octavia, and your people. In that order if you don’t mind!

Gaia and Madi confrontation!

Wow Madi is really going bad! Save her!

Yes! Abby is talking sense!

That’s what you get for letting a child become Heda! 

Damn. Shedheda was horrible!

Wow Abby is really going full on mother hen now!

Raven asking the right questions! Good girl!

And this is where we are going to get Madi’s exorcism scene next week!

Ohh....the child is spared, but all the others are burned?

Very witch trials.

Commercial Break #4 Thoughts: Madi is fully gone now. Gotta get that exorcism done. Which is totally next week in Bob’s directorial debut episode next week! SO EXCITED! Which from the behind the scenes pics seems to have Jackson in it, so if he survives the burning at the stake thing, I’m thinking everyone else will, too. Just a theory, but Echo has got to come through in some aspect. And also, with some help from the rebellious people who have already been told the truth? Well. here comes the last fifteen minutes. The last five minutes of all this season’s episodes have been intense, so I wonder what the last five will bring this episode. I’m nervous. And excited. But mostly nervous as always. This show is totally going to make me go prematurely grey! 

Russell giving his dictatorship speech. Gotta have it. 

Echo is totally ready. 

You tell them Emori! 

Very witch trials. 

Damn it, Riker! What the hell?!? Can’t trust any of these bastards.

The chick on the motorcycle is going to save them last moment. Calling it.

Or.....Murphy will save them?

Hmmmm....he’s considering it.

And....now they’re safe? Again?

Ohhh....and Raven is going to use the computer to erase Madi’s bad side.

But they are still going to burn the guy who killed Simone. Typical.

I could see that coming a mile away. Gotta keep everyone in fear of the Primes.

Commercial Break #5 Thoughts: Fear is what keeps the people under control. Biggest sign of a dictatorship. And further proof that the Primes are the real bad guys here. Even Russell in his best moments has always been a brainwashing dictator playing himself off as a god. Also, last five minutes are coming up! Always the most intense! Does anyone else believe this is when we will find if Clarke is going to live or die. I really would stop watching if she died. She’s the show for me.

SAVE CLARKE Gabriel! 

Stop with the heart eyes! Only Bellamy and Clarke can have heart eyes!

She was right to depend on you. 

Gabriel making hard decisions. 

He better still save Clarke!

Either that, or the Blake’s will probably kill him.

Bellamy is seriously pissed. Save his Clarke!

Damn right, Gabriel! The only one who can be trusted I think. Maybe.

Death is life. Very poetic.

And Clarke is now seeing her mind breaking apart. 

Okay. Save her! Save her now! I’m scared! Restart her heart! 

Why is she still here!?

WHAT?!?!?!?! 

IS she really killing Clarke?

Oh God. 

Heart and the head. Hear and the head!

Save her Bellamy! This is love! 

Is that the only kiss we are only ever going to see?

Damn....are we really losing Clarke?

Oh my god. My heart seriously was stopping and racing!

The head and the heart! This is so a love confession!

THAT WAS A LOVE CONFESSION!!!!!

My hands are still shaking from thinking that they were really killing off Clarke!

[kxlance]

here are my thoughts on the bullshit under the cut cuz it's gonna get long probs i assure you it’s a reassuring post:

ok so the interview itself wasn't bad to me honestly. jeremy did not deny the bi!lance hint, which was the most important thing to know. the fact that he said "that much i can say" implies that there's something left to know that he can't say because nda.

i'm gonna list a positive thing and a negative thing here: the negative one is that on one hand, it pisses me off that lgbt characters are treated as such a big spoilery deal when it should just....feel so natural to have them in a show. also thinking back that dreamworks tagged certain videos as klance just for views...well it's kind of a coward move if they don't at least end the show with lgbt rep. on the other, i really don't see the point with going all "no comment" about it if it weren't to happen?? that would be very assholey, and i know that the writers are not to be trusted, but the mere fact that they lie so much over things than then ended up being canon (e.g: galra keith, paladin allura, pidge being a girl etc) can't help but make me think they are pretty much hiding the endgame couple on purpose. you could argue they could be hinting at allurance which i'm not excluding bc some of the things could be honestly interpreted that way and also they never mention them ever as a couple except i remember like kimberly saying that allura isn't interested in lance (but she could be lying obviously) and jeremy here stating that lance has still a crush on her which is pretty evident and there's nothing new. (we also learned, according to him, that lance basically can dish it out but he can't take it which frankly...i can see pretty well as canon)

on that spectrum, pls note that this happening (or lance ending up with a girl for the matter) doesn't absolutely excludes bi!lance like at all. he can still be confirmed as bi and end up with a girl and that itself would still be very important! one thing doesn't exclude the other honestly so i say very confidently that lance being bi will be confirmed. like 100% convinced that it will. (do not forget lauren's drawing where lance is holding the lgbt sign, there's a specific reason he's the one holding that)

also does anybody think that....this stress over lance liking ladies and stuff is kinda....suspicious?? like jeremy himself was used to say "lol he flirts with anybody on two legs ahha" and now today all of a sudden he's putting a lot of stress on the ""woman"" part. which kind of threw me off? i might be reaching obviously, but mmm you know? and all of this comes after joaquim said "what he's looking for is getting to a place that might be different than when he started in the series" and “what he wants might not be what he needs” and if math isn't an opinion, he started the series always wanting allura so if what he wants is now changing..........................

it is also true that lauren used female pronouns in that interview and while that could be an indicator that lance will end up with a girl, it's also not set in stone bc.... they used to hide pidge's pronouns the same way and if lauren had said "him" you know that keith would have suddenly come to mind bc??? he's legit the only person lance has been paired up so much with. they've been sort of a duo ever since the beginning. and they've had most of the couple tropes out of all the possible pairings??? in the show??? allow me to list some. I'm too lazy to back this up with pics but like you know the scenes i'm talking about (and i also say this because when i ship something i ALWAYS look at canon interactions. and they have a lot):

the bonding moment (or the we are a good team scene if you will), which is not only visually very romantic (the purple lightning aka their two primary colors mixed together) but its sort of the turning point of their relationship and it's something that's very much used with couples especially with couples with their dynamic because oh lord!!!!!! do you know how many heterosexual couples exist with a dynamic like theirs? broody boy meets friendly girl and they're total opposites but ops they fall in love?? bitch literally every goddamn YA novel is like this. anyways, you know that scene would be considered romantic if it was between a boy and a girl, and indeed, allurance sort of paralleled that scene in s4 so if you consider that as romantic but not this one....well....buddy,,,,,,,they're basically in the same lions keith and lance were aka the fire and ice dynamic and if you can see that as romantic with a/l you should be able to see it the same way with....k/l but i digress).

as i was saying, the bonding moment is the turning point of keith and lance's relationship. after that we get:

1) an episode where keith is super anxious to have lance out of a pod and gets jealous when he sees lance flirting with allura, reminds him of their "bonding moment" and gets offended that lance doesnt remember (and an entire discussion could be open as to why he was so offended and the vlog kinda sets that up), overall the flirty banter that we're used to (not to mention this is the famous infamous bi flag planet)

2) a solo mission where they're shown to be working extremely well with each other (like classic battle couple duo scenes)

onto other tropes:

the subtle jealousy that can be interpreted both ways

THE ELEVATOR SCENE which is such a common trope for main couples!! they usually get stuck and have a moment of clarification or something like that. keith and lance's was a lot more comedic but it did lead them to collaborate in battle 2 seconds after so.... it did have an impact like those scenes usually do. (also that scene wasn’t necessary for the plot at all and yet...)

Lance making that fond face while talking about Keith that, may I remember you, was animated purposely to be that way. and overall there's a lot of subtle things like lance being constantly worried over keith in season 2 even though they didn't have much dynamic development??

the hey man scene? the fact that everybody was looking at lance EXPECTING HIM TO DO SOMETHING. and he could have easily looked back at them like "why me???" BUT NOPE, he was ready to go to comfort him!!!!!!!!

i get so worked up over the fact that so many of their scenes can be paralleled with other scenes as the story goes bc LETS BE FUCKING REAL FOR A GODDAM SECOND: they're the only pairing who started a way and are ending up in another. because they've had the most coherent development as a pairing in the seasons and we're fucking halfway through the show and when you also remember that it's pretty clear that lance wants to falls in love and that it's a ""slow burn""" kind of deal,,,,how in the fuck,,,,can it be other than klance??? literally nO OTHER PAIRING had a development since the goddamn start i’m not even saying this with my biased ass i’m saying this objectively speaking!!!!

all of season 3 could be a huge romantic trope honestly but like 2 scenes in particular strike as very romantic:

the leave the math to pidge scene obviously (the way it is framed is very tropey lmfao) and the way we see keith through lance's eyes.......pretty gay if you ask me

and the i got you buddy scene which someone made notice that AN EXACT SAME SCENE happens in the wonder woman movie but with a boy/girl pairing ofc. BUT IT'S THE SAME FUCKING SCENE THAT'S LIKE ROMANTIC TROPE 101 I AINT PLAYING

add on the fact that keith might have left team voltron to make sure lance had a place and boom. pretty romantic to me.

even if jeremy sees them as brothers....which is like...super fucking odd to me bc....he never mentioned this before almost like he's backtracking lololol, his opinion isn't...you know...canon. (and like lbr they never acted like brothers in the show??? and the creators never addressed them as such unlike...you know what) i like jeremy jokes and meme as much as the next guy but i'm a realist and i know that he doesn't really ship klance or anything he just knows how to spoiler the good stuff lolz but also he didn't say anything wrong like it's just how he sees it but the creators never said so (lauren montgomery called lance keith's stability don't forget that) and overall there are wayyyy too many hints to not believe that's its gonna be canon. like......it even makes sense with the overall story better than any other pairing?? because it's pretty plausible that lance had a crush on keith at the garrison that tried to mask with the rivalry. the way he acts and the way he tries to always get his attention furtherly proves that. it's a common thing to do when you have a crush lmao.

LIKE THOSE TWO ARE ALWAYS PAIRED UP EVEN IN THE FUCKING SEASON 2 POSTER?? LIKE THEY COULD HAVE GONE WITH KEITH IN THE MARMORA OUTFIT SINCE IT WAS A BIG PART OF THE SEASON BUT NO??? THEY PUT HIM IN THE SWIM TRUNKS WITH LANCE FOR THOSE 2 MINUTES OF SCENE THEY HAD TOGETHER?????

ok that's it keep on hoping and remember that klance not happening doesn't mean that also bi lance won't because those two things aren’t mutually exclusive ok? but also don't lose hope on klance itself especially if it's something that makes you happy because fandom is meant to be a distraction and klance is an healthy lgbt ship that deserves all the attention it gets and it’s groundbreaking from so many aspects and it being canon would be amazing. bye

ALSO PLEASE STOP COMMENTING SHIT ON JEREMY’S PERSONAL PICS ON INSTAGRAM HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG THIS IS EMBARASSING

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[creativewritingsoul]

Elements of Change, Monster High Fanfiction

Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction. There's no resemblance to actual persons, places and / or events. If so, it is utterly not intended. I do not claim to own Monster High or anything to do with it at all. Character exposure in this story is completely non-profit and just for fun. I own nothing but my own plot-bunnies. Thank you.

Summary: After a visit to the doctor's office, Heath gets some news that strangely makes sense, yet he refuses to believe it's true. If he's not careful, it could cost him his existence. Meanwhile, Abbey has a surprise for her boyfriend (it's a surprise to her too) but she can hardly wait to tell him and go through all the motions side-by-side. Rated T, enjoy! : )

Genre(s): Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance

Pairing(s): Heath B. x Abbey B.

Rating: T

Elements of Change Chapter One: The Element of Surprise

If there was one thing he hated in the entire world, it had to be a visit to the doctor's office. It wasn't that he disliked being healthy or anything; he just wasn't fond of the process. Also, he was a rather private guy, having another guy ask him questions about his health, even the more intimate aspects of his life – it truly didn't sit well with him. He supposed it was better than having a female health care professional but either way he still felt awkward around them. "Heath Burns? The doctor will see you now."

He lazily shifted his gaze towards the nurse, dressed in dark blue scrubs with a signature pair of white sneakers. He swore he felt a chill run down his spine, not in the good way either. Before she could call his name again, he stood suddenly. "Yeah, yeah. I'm here, relax a bit will you?"

She narrowed her eyes towards him, still holding the door open. "He'll be with you shortly. First door on the right please."

Heath strolled down the hall in his usual nonchalant manner. He stopped at someone's desk. There were papers strewn about here and there, what he noticed was a professionally taken photograph of his doctor and his family. He stood proud in the photo, his wife looking at him with adoration in her eyes and their two children with big smiles upon their faces. They looked as though much love held them together.

It brought a smile to Heath's own face. "Heath?" He jumped slightly, feeling startled.

"Yes, sir?" He answered quickly, realizing that it was his doctor right next to him.

"This room, please?"

Heath remembered that he was instructed to go into that same room just moments ago. "Right, no prob." He maneuvered inside and hopped up on the seat. "So, if we make this quick, we'll both be happier. Then we can both have good days elsewhere."

The middle-aged man shook his head at Heath, "Not so fast young man, I want to speak to you about your blood work results."

Heath became visibly queasy, almost green in the face. "Let's not."

"My apologies, I forgot mentioning it makes you squeamish." He tried his best to hide the half-smirk he was sporting.

He narrowed his eyes towards the medical professional. 'Jerk, you did that on purpose.' Heath thought to himself.

"I'm going to ask you something. Being the fire elemental that you are Mr. Burns, have you been around any cool temperatures for prolonged periods of time?" He questioned, raising a brow as he watched Heath shrug it off. Just as he thought the teenager would.

"Not really, but I don't see what that has to do with anything to begin with. Especially cool temperatures and my blood."

He cleared his throat, grasping Heath's attention. "On the contrary, it has everything to do with it. You are supposed to be around general room temperatures, on the warmer side preferably, or generate the heat yourself, as your being does whenever your internal body temperature gets too low. Or, cold – we'll say." He lowered the glasses upon his nose, looking right at the young man in front of him.

Thinking back to his schedule, the only thing Heath could think of that may have a role to play in this 'observation' of his doctor's, was being around Abbey. It hadn't just started yesterday; they'd been dating just shy of two years. He was always around her. But, this couldn't be taking a toll on his health, could it? "So what, I'm a fire elemental. I can just turn up the heat if I feel a little chilly. Great. Are we done here?"

"No. Sit." The older instructed sternly. "Heath, everytime you cross over from neutral temperatures to shocking cold ones, you use up more energy and heat than you normally would. I'm positive it's at least causing you fatigue if nothing else."

'No, no. . . being with Abbey, is damaging my health? That's surreal. . . I won't believe it. Screw this. Screw him. Nothing is gonna stop me from being with my ghoulfriend.' He thought triumphantly. Now if only he could get out of here somehow? "Maybe a little here and there but really, it's nothing."

The doctor shook his head, "Maybe it's not a big deal now Heath, but it will be soon. Be careful, because what you're doing to yourself is highly dangerous. Do you need help to curb this destructive behavior?" He pushed his glasses back upon his nose, only for them to fall again in a few moments. "I have the perfect connections for you to receive professional help for the behavior you're showing. Heath, your self-harm isn't just hurting you, your parents must-"

This was the last straw, it was. "No. I don't need any help that you or anyone else can offer!" He raised his voice momentarily, but hushed it back. Taking a quick breath, he continued. "Look, if I do – and that's a huge if - then I'll come find you. Peace, until then." He got up and walked out of the office, despite the doctor himself and the nurse calling his name, he kept walking. He just had to get out of here and fast before he did anything he'd regret.

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Abbey had been in a very good mood already that morning and she hadn't even lingered around the school for ten minutes yet. Though she was hoping Heath would get there soon, she had a Student Council meeting in about twenty minutes or so and she truly wanted to see her boyfriend before she became too preoccupied.

Good morning, text your ghoulfriend. She's impatient. :)

She thought maybe a text would make Heath arrive early so she could see him. It may have been a selfish thought, though Abbey just felt like seeing him would brighten up her whole day.

Sorry babes! I'm on my way, can't wait to see you this morning. :)

She smiled and tossed her multi-colored hair over her shoulder. She thought back to a couple years ago, when they officially began dating. She had no idea how far they would come along and today she had a big surprise for him. Not being a hundred percent sure he would like it made her nervous, but she still had to try. A small sliver of her being wouldn't be upset if he did refuse. She sort of wanted to do the same thing but her parents insisted and when they sent out an invite, you didn't refuse. If you knew what was good for you of course. "Oh Heath, where are you?" She asked softly, pulling her iCoffin out and glancing at the time.

"Hey my favorite ghoul!" Heath hurried towards her, slightly out of breath.

She smiled widely, looking up from her cellular phone. "Good morning Heath, was afraid I would miss you. Have student council this morning and they are fond of talking. Too much for Abbey's liking."

He smiled at her, "Oh Abbey, you make my day brighter. And my nights wild but I don't need to remind you about that, or do I?" She blushed heavily and poked his nose, pulling him in close to a loving embrace as she captured his lips with her own.

Even accompanied by this lovely distraction, he couldn't ignore the fact that his head began to throb directly in the temples, or so it felt like.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

'The doc can't be right about those bogus lines he shot me . . . he can't be.' Heath cringed slightly as he reached up ever so slightly to kiss her cheek and inch away, just a bit. He hoped it would relieve the pounding. "Anyways, uh – what's up ghoul?"

She frowned a bit; it was unlike Heath to pull away from her kiss. She supposed there was a possibility that he might be feeling under the weather. Her frown grew along with her concern, hopefully whatever it was bothering him would cease to do so. "Well, I have a request. It might have something to do with getting out of school if you have interest."

Heath thought about it briefly, very briefly. "Ooh, well if it involves ditching school – I'd be more than happy to be involved."

She smirked, "Silly boy you are, Heath. The invitation is from my parents, to visit . . . back home. Just for a while, not long. Long enough for them to see my, my heart."

Heath couldn't resist the smile that spread across his face instantaneously. "I'm your heart, Abbey? Really?" His eyes searched hers for a moment, but he gave a nod. What did he have to lose? "Sure, I'll go back home with you." He winked as Abbey rolled her eyes. He laughed softly, "On a serious note though, no problem Abbey, I'll just let my folks know what's up. I can't wait."

She smiled just as widely and nodded, leaning in to kiss him. "You indeed are my forever flame."

He ran a hand through her hair, caressing her cheek afterwards. "You don't have any idea how much you mean to me. You're my world, favorite ghoul."

Abbey adored it when he said such nice things to her. At one point she used to think he wasted his breath a lot... until she began to understand the meaning of his spoken words. Then she opened her mind just a bit more and listened harder, his tender words have been newly found gems ever since.

Glancing down at her iCoffin yet again, she realized that she now had two minutes to get to the classroom in which the Student Council meeting was taking place. Time always escaped her when she was with him, her 'favorite' guy. "I must sadly go, will see you later?"

"Of course you will, go get 'em tigress." It wasn't until Abbey left his side that his sudden headache legitimately ceased. "Damn it, damn bastard is right." He took a deep breath and sat on the bench just outside the school, taking a moment to calm down. Convincing himself that this was a strange coincidence and nothing more.

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Heath managed to get out of the period before lunch early, which he had every intention on doing. He had to find someone specific and he knew that she had Bite-ology just before then. "C'mon ghoul, be one of the first to get out of here so we can get this little chat over with. It's gotta be secretive. I want it to be a surprise. . ." he mumbled, leaning up against the wall as he waited for the dismissal bell. Although it wasn't the first time he wished for class to hurry up and end. Soon he was granted his wish and the bell rang through the halls of Monster High as it filled with many, many students. Heath had to look hard but he finally found the person he was looking for. He reached out to tap her shoulder. "Hey! Hi Twyla!" He greeted a big smile on his face.

"Oh, hey Heath. How are you?" She asked him, hugging her books close to her chest.

"I'm alright, could be better… actually, and I could be different – in all honesty." He sighed, "I – uh, I hate to be one of those friends that only come around when I 'need' something, but Twyla, I 'need' a huge favor and if you don't want to do it for me – I understand."

Twyla gave a nod and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sometimes monsters need a helping hand, I get that. Tell me what's up and I'll see what I can do for ya."

They walked slowly down the hall together as it cleared up a bit. "Abbey and I have been together for just shy of two years now. Earlier this morning she invited me to go back home with her." He watched as she raised an eyebrow, with a sly smile at first.

"Ooh, Heath! You bad boy! How was your evening?" She smirked, hugging her books even closer, if that were possible. If he was asking for a sand to enhance his chamber-prowess, she did not have sand for that.

He chuckled and shook his head, "Twyla, I'm not talking about that, geez. I mean, she invited me back home, to her homeland, to visit with her parents. Which is shocking, but I feel like it's a huge step for us."

She gave an eager nod. "I would consider that as a big step for sure. So, what could I possibly do to help? Did you want me to pick out anything? Maybe winter theme would be too cliché for Abbey, I think she would love-"

"I-would-honestly-appreciate-it-if-you-changed-me." He blurted out all at once. "I'm sorry Twyla; I shouldn't have just blurted that out. I'm nervous."

Her eyes widened, not for one moment did she expect someone who displayed such confidence as Heath Burns, would be asking her for her changing sand. "Nervousness is a good indication that you might not be prepared for such a step. Heath, I – I don't think this is a good idea for you."

They stopped in mid-walk and Heath gazed right into Twyla's eyes, pleading her through them alone. He almost didn't have to say a word. "Twyla. . . I need this. I really want to become one with Abbey's kind. If I were like her, it wouldn't be so awkward or possibly upsetting for her parents. Man, what if their furniture is made of ice and, this 'hot ass' – literally – melts it all?"

Twyla giggled, but stopped very shortly after. "My apologies, you said it in a humorous way. . . I get where you're coming from Heath but do you truly think that you have to change? I mean, Abbey clearly likes you for a reason. She likes you and enjoys you just the way you are, as a fire elemental. If you become ice elemental just like her . . . what if she doesn't find you attractive anymore?" It was a bit of a stretch of course, but Twyla was trying to grasp at certain concepts that may change his mind – but Heath was a stubborn soul. Anyone who knew him knew that fact.

He sighed, "Well it doesn't have to be permanent, could just be temporary couldn't it?"

Twyla thought about it briefly, if he was full on fire elemental - which she was positive that he was – her sand would only have a temporary effect anyways. It wouldn't be a permanent thing and it didn't seem like he would be giving up on the subject either so she didn't have a choice. "Oh alright Heath, I'll get you the sand you need. I must warn you that there may be some side effects, they don't happen all the time, but sometim-"

"Yeah, yeah – those go along with everything. If you could just hook a brother up, I'd be eternally grateful." He grinned and gave a bow; Twyla smiled and stopped in front of her locker.

"Oh alright, but you don't have to make this sound like a drug deal Heath. Everyone's aware of my sands, y'know."

Heath shrugged his shoulders as he was handed a small vial of snow-white sand. "Ah very well then, but just know that bitches-get-stitches and I certainly will not be the bitch on the receiving end of the stitch."

Twyla rolled her eyes and waved him off, "Bye Heath!" He waved back and walked off, tucking the vial of sand into his back pocket. "Be careful you silly boy, I hope it all goes well." She shut her locker and let out a breath, things would be just fine. She was sure of it – somewhat.

[backtothestart02]

At the Crumbling Castle Gates | 1/?

A/N: My first (and prob only) fic for the The Angel’s Game fandom, a book written by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. This book is a prequel to the original (and my favorite) book, The Shadow of the Wind. There’s also a sequel and there will be one more book to the series (which I’ve titled the ‘Cemetery of Forgotten Books’ series, since that is a constant in each of the books as each story moves from different characters to other in the city of Barcelona where this ‘cemetery’ exists).

If you’re aware of the story, this fic is essentially David and Cristina getting their happy ending as opposed to ending so tragically, both by being torn apart, her dying, and him losing his mind. The book broke me, so this is my fix it fic for it. :P

*posted for Day 7 (still from last month, lol) - previously unpublished WIP - of @wipweek

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing this for me. :P

Chapter 1 -

“Please say something,” Vidal pleaded.

I opened my eyes.

“What is the second thing you were going to tell me?”

I’d never seen Vidal look so frightened. It suited him.

“I’ve asked Cristina to marry me.”

A long silence.

“She said yes.”

Vidal looked down. One of the waiters came over with the starters. He left them on the table wishing us a bon appétit. Vidal did not dare look at me again. The starters were getting cold. After a while I took the copy of The Steps of Heaven and left.

…

 My head was pounding. I had adjusted as well as could be done to the tumor eating away at my brain, forever killing me slowly, but it was as if today it had summoned all the other aspects of my life into destroying my spirit too.

I was furious with Vidal, and with Cristina too for her ridiculous sense of obligation that drove her to do the one thing, be with the one person, that would absolutely tear me apart. I should have seen it coming, but it was still so heartbreakingly painful, worse than all the nausea and numbing headaches I’d had to endure for years it seemed.

Really, though, my pain lie with Vidal. Not only had he taken from me the one unattainable love he knew I always held but he was also the cause for my father’s death. He had killed my father even if he had not been the one to pull the trigger. My father was the scapegoat to his frivolous activities. Guilt clearly ate at him to redeem himself somehow. And yet, he gloried in his own victory by punishing me with Cristina and how my lack of investment in the parish was the reason for the failure of the book I’ve poured my heart and soul into.

And his victory wasn’t even his to have.

It felt like a set up. Maybe Cristina didn’t love me at all. Maybe she truly loved Vidal and it wasn’t just this debt she felt she would forever owe to him. Hadn’t she, knowing how I felt about her, urged me to write Vidal’s book? Didn’t she know it would be such a success that Vidal would partially credit her for it? Was the plan to finally get him to go down on bended knee and ask for her hand in marriage?

I couldn’t imagine her being that deceitful. And when I made love to her after her father died, it had felt real. Short-lived, but real. In those moments, on that night, I had treasured her and every touch was forever burned into my memory. I would never forget it.

I never wanted to see either of them again. It was a betrayal, whether intentional or not. The rising tide of anger, hurt and wounded pride threatened to consume me. The pain in my head only added to it.

If there was no closure though, from her, from Cristina, I would never be able to move out of the dungeon my love for her had created around me. So, I went to Villa Helius, because I knew she would be there, waiting for her betrothed to come back to her. The thought made me angrier but at least Vidal wouldn’t be there. I had a feeling he would remain where he was for quite some time, if he truly had ever cared for me at all.

The staff I knew, that I’d seen many times before, saw me as I came through the doors, not waiting to be asked inside, not knocking either. I tried not to look at them but it was hard to block out the pitying looks they gave from out of the corner of my eyes. Whether it regarded Cristina or my failed novel I didn’t know, but if it was both that was all the more reason to move past them as quickly as possible and find the love who had betrayed me when she hadn’t even been mine.

Surprisingly – or maybe not so – I found her in Vidal’s study, staring out the window from the middle of the room. In other instances when I might have been thinking clearly, I would have found it odd. But I was hurt and broken and masking my fury, so I did not spare more than a second’s thought on the small observation.

I dropped my book on the floor, my signature inside as Vidal had requested. It was more of a mocking insult than anything else, though only my name had been scribbled on the inside cover. I had written it angrily and knew she would see that when she opened the book that only Sempere had deemed valuable enough to sell. Of that I was sure.

The loud sound of the book dropping to the floor startled her. She jumped in her seat and turned to look at me. Her breath caught in her throat.

“David,” she breathed. The surprise and alarm in her face quickly turned to sadness and maybe even a hint of fear. Because she knew that I knew, and she pitied me.

“There is your damn book. Signature and all,” I spat. Her eyes widened. “Your fiancé requested I give it to you as one last mocking gesture. I came around to it, because I have to know if it’s true.”

She swallowed and nodded slowly, tears filling her eyes that I chose to ignore. Because she needed to hurt. She needed to feel the pain I was feeling. I had to see that it was real for her. That it was hurting her to betray me like she was and that it wasn’t intentional like I had feared.

“You and Vidal are…?” I couldn’t finish it, but the lump visible in her throat answered the question for me. “My own mentor, the only father figure I’ve ever really had, who apparently is also the reason my real father is dead. This is the person you choose to marry.”

For the first time she spoke.

“You know I had to, David. I couldn’t say no.”

“Because he owns you? Like some sort of slave?” I spat. I knew the words she’d rehearsed before me, her deepest beliefs. They were my beliefs too, but I had never felt quite as strongly as she did. After all, I had paid my gratitude in full by writing him his damned best seller and suffering the poor reviews of my own work of art.

She stood to her feet. “What greater form of gratitude is there than being his wife? Doing whatever he wishes? Being his true and loyal companion? It is all I could have asked for. By doing this I am free of worrying I have to do anything else. My debt has been paid. Or, it soon will be.”

“Your debt isn’t paid. You’re a prisoner in this, unless of course you truly love him.”

She hesitated and I feared the worst, despite how angry I was. Her honesty almost hurt worse but it did give some relief.

“Not the way I love you.”

I closed my eyes.

“But you know we can never be. Vidal owns us. This is my payment to finally be free.”

I stepped closer to her, closing the distance between us.

“But you aren’t free. And how can you request my name inside my book that has failed to meet the standard of Vidal’s wonderful work of art? Sending Vidal to do your bidding because you can’t face me? You must have known I’d come.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I thought you would make it a point to never see me again. I thought you would hate me, that you could never forgive me.”

I wanted to tell her that I didn’t, that I couldn’t, but my heart told me I’d sooner forget about her than not forgive her, if she truly wanted forgiveness.

I looked away from her to a blank spot on the far side of the room. How many times had I sat here with Vidal, discussing my future and the very essence of life? He had been my best friend, my mentor, my father for the greater part of my life. And tonight he had destroyed everything.

“Vidal did a great thing for us, pulling us out of our poverty. We would not be where we are today without that significant act of charity.”

She swallowed and nodded silently, looking down at the floor and my discarded book.

“But you are your own person, Cristina. If you told Vidal today, now, that you love me and not him—”

“I would regret it forever,” she said, suddenly very passionate.

“Really?” I whispered. “Would marrying me instead of your rescuer be so terrible?”

“David…” she lost any words that could come to her, so I closed the small space still between us and held her face in my hands.

“I have loved you, Cristina, since before I truly understood what love was. Vidal may love you, but it can’t possibly match what I feel. Your paid debt of gratitude to him will not keep you happy forever.”

She closed her eyes.

“Please, Cristina…” I lowered my face and pressed a kiss to her lips. She did not retreat but she did not respond either. “Give me this,” I whispered. “All I want is you.”

“No.” She shook her head. “No, David, I can’t.” Her voice broke. “And you know why.” A tear streamed down her cheek. “I am the one thing you cannot have.”

The stubborn words did not stick with me like they had every time before. Instead I lowered my head again and kissed her. She protested at first, but then she sunk into the kiss and matched my intensity. Soon her hands were in my hair and when I tore my lips away to kiss down her neck, I could feel the tears trickling down her skin.

“This is wrong. I cannot…I can’t do this.” She tried to push at my shoulders but it was a feeble attempt and her pushing hands soon curled around my shoulders as her nails dug into the fabric of my shirt.

I raised my head.

“You do not belong to him,” I said, my eyes hot with lust and love. “Whatever you think you owe him has been paid in full already. Don’t do this too. It will only hurt him more when he realizes over time that you do not love him.”

Her lips parted. “Da—”

“Come with me,” I begged, because leaving her now seemed a worse fate that death in a matter of months. “Don’t leave me to die alone.”

Despite the normalcy my final statement could have been, I knew she sensed the urgency in them and not just because I wanted her to myself.

“David?”

I swallowed.

“David.”

“I will not tell you,” I said, because I’d sworn I wouldn’t tell anyone. “And perhaps that alone should be reason for me to leave you alone forever.”

Her expression furrowed into worry.

“Please tell me,” she requested softly. I could hear the desperation in her feather-like voice. She let her eyes drift to my chest where she lay her hand over my heart. “It is not only Vidal I worry about.” She lifted her eyes to mine and I knew then I would tell her.

“I have only months to live.” Her eyes widened and her hand dropped from my chest so that we were no longer touching at all. “I do not know how, but there is a growth on my brain that is untreatable. I went to a doctor five months ago and he told me.”

She nearly collapsed onto the chair on which she’d been sitting when I first walked into the room.

“Does…does Vidal—”

“No,” I said instantly. “And I don’t want him to. I’ve told no one. This last year of my life I wanted to use to do something worthy of you, to write a book I could be proud to show you. One that you would not look disdainfully at for the small profit it gave me and where my heart was not present.”

“David,” she choked, sobs suddenly taking her over. I knelt beside her instantly and tried to hold her but within moments she pushed me away and stood to her feet, walking towards the window, seeking fresh air.

“How can you do this to me?” she demanded finally. “How can you make me choose between the two of you?” I said nothing, though guilt now started to settle in me. I had not meant to trap her like this. “I do not know which I would regret more, leaving you alone to die a miserable death or remain true to Vidal because of what he has done for me, for both of us. I could throw myself out this window right now just to be relieved of all the pain you have just caused me.”

The anger inside me dissipated, as it always did when I saw her in pain.

I came to her.

“Forgive me,” I said. She was shaking but I dared not touch her again. “I have been suffering so long on my own, I forgot how it looked to watch you experience the same thing. I do not wish to compromise you in this way. Not like this.”

She kept her face turned away and so I retreated, picked up my book, set it on the table and took my leave.

……………

 When I returned late that evening, grateful for the bed I was soon to collapse on, there was a knock on the door only moments after I’d stepped inside. I did not dare to hope she would be coming here at this hour. Hope was a foolish thing for me to dwell on. It did not serve me well, especially today.

But I returned to the entryway and opened the large wooden door. And there she stood, as beautiful as before and with drying tears still staining her cheeks.

I stood there in silence, waiting. Finally she crossed the threshold and lifted her face to mine, pulling me into a kiss that I savored for as long as it would last.

“Tell me,” I whispered when her lips left mine.

“It’s not pity,” she told me. “It’s not pity that I come to you now. I do not choose you because of your …” she swallowed, “your short time left. I choose you because I love you.”

My lips parted. I knew it was not all truth. The revelation of my illness had changed her mind.

“I left Vidal. I told him my heart was with you.”

“Did you tell him—”

She shook her head. “I leave that for you.”

I did not know what to say.

“David…” She stroked the side of my face tenderly. “Tell me you still love me.”

My gaze became fixated on hers. “I still love you,” I said, almost robotically, but I meant every word.

“Tell me you will have me…if…if only for a short while.”

“I will have you forever,” I said, the emotion back in my voice as I claimed her lips once more and then pulled her inside.

Hours later when we lay spent and twisted together on my bed I heard her whisper softly against my skin.

“We will find a way to save you,” she said. I knew then that she loved me, and that was why she came. Pain arced through me then, almost unbearably so, because when we lost each other it would break her and even the comfort Vidal might give her wouldn’t heal her broken heart.

So I nodded numbly against her. There had to be a way. Our love couldn’t end like this.

I closed my eyes and went to sleep, praying she would not vanish like she had done so many times before.

*Also available on AO3 and FFnet.

[suggxmaynard]

Jack Maynard Imagine - Sneaky (SMUT)

When you first moved to London from Wiltshire into your older brother’s flat, the last thing you expected was to catch feelings for one of his best friends. 

You would be lying if you said Joe hadn’t warned you about dating any of his mates. At first, it had just been a joke, a silly little thing to tease you and annoy you. But as he saw you getting closer and closer to Josh, Conor and Jack, he backed up on his joke-y tone. 

He wasn’t worried that much about your friendship with Conor and Josh, mainly because deep inside he knew they only looked at you as a friend. And if they happened to have any sort of romantic feelings towards you, he knew they’d hold them back, or at least ask him for approval- because you were his little sister and Joe was one of his best mates.

But when it came to Jack Maynard, Joe couldn’t relax. It wasn’t like he didn’t like him; he was one of his closest friends after all. Maybe that’s why he suffered, because he knew Jack’s past concerning relationship, and although he was a good person, he was not as good with feelings. And he was scared he’d break your vibrant heart, the one he had taken care of for so many years.

But he had seen you together on both of your channels, and he couldn’t deny there was something about your relationship that was almost drawing. He noticed that your personalities were in fact more similar than he had thought at first. He also noticed you always ended up crying of laughter when you were with him, and seeing you happy made him happy.

Yet it was still Jack Maynard he was talking about. Joe, as the observant brother he was, knew that you needed lots of sweet behaviours and cuddles to function, and he doubted Jack could give you that. So he had that tiny hope, that perfect plan which would constist of you forgetting all about him because he was too cold-hearted for your taste.

But his plan never met reality.

A few months ago, in one of Gleam’s fancy parties on a big mannor lost in the middle of the forest, he had seen you kissing him at the isolated back garders. At first he had exploded with rage. He had warned his idiotic friends - especially that idiot - not to lay a hand on his sister, ever. Yet there he was, his full lips covering yours, your tiny and fragile body wrapped under his hands. And Joe was livid.

He decided not to tell anybody that he had caught you, though. He thought it was a smart move, to keep an eye on Jack and you, and look at you suspiciously, until you’d finally admit what he had seen with his own eyes. But although Jack and you started officially dating a few days after your first kiss, it was still a secret to everyone else. Especially to your brother. 

Now, as you sat in the back seat of Conor’s Range Rover, Josh between Jack and you, you got the sudden feeling that maybe a weekend off camping with your brother and your secret boyfriend wasn’t such a great idea. 

“How long until we get there?” Josh asked Conor, who was currently driving. Joe and him had just switched seats.

“Half an hour, I believe” he answered back. 

“Mikey just texted me saying they’re stopping because Caspar wants to fucking pee” Jack said, getting loud groans from both Josh and Joe. Oli, Mikey, Caspar and all your belongings were in Caspar’s car behind yours.

“I need to stretch my legs so badly” you commented, as you pushed Josh aside “You’re literally too fucking big to be in the backseat, between two other people”

Josh laughed, throwing himself at you jokingly. You let out a scream as he crushed your petite body “Careful” Jack and Joe said at the same time, making your cheeks go a tone redder. You saw Joe giving him a weird look from the rear mirror. 

“She’s alright” Josh said, sitting back up. He ruffled your hair, making you giggle. 

“I still don’t know why I agreed to let you come with these idiots” Joe told you, half joking. 

“I’m my own person, Joe. Get over it” you answered bitterly, getting loud cheers from the boys. Joe simply looked out of the window, and said nothing.

For the past few weeks, you had noticed a change in Joe’s behaviour towards you. And you were annoyed. He was more bitter, worrying about where you were and what time you were coming home, although he had never cared so much about it before. But you weren’t stupid, you knew he was up to something. You suspected he knew about Jack and you, but you hoped you were wrong. He had warned you about Jack when you first met him, and of course you hadn’t listened.

Then again, Jack didn’t turn out to be as bad as your brother had told you. Before your first kiss, you had been really close friends, and he had always cared for you and your well-being. Joe knew about that time Jack punched a guy in the jaw at the club because he didn’t leave you alone - so what did he have to say against him?

Jack as a boyfriend was the sweetest you had ever imagined him to be. He always wanted a cuddle, or a kiss on the tip of his nose. He treated you like a princess, roses and bubble baths included. If Joe knew about that side of Jack, he’d be more than delighted  with your relationship. But you thought that maybe he was too stubborn to see it, and so you decided not to mention that particular aspect of your social life to him.

When you got to the camping site, it was almost dinner time. Caspar and the rest arrived twenty minutes after you, but you couldn’t really start putting up the tents because everything was on his car. So you just hung out in the cafeteria, laughing at some random video Josh had put on his phone. 

“Took you guys long enough” Conor laughed as he went straight for the bags. 

You walked behind him to grab the tents, which turned out to weight a ton more than you expected. You were struggling to get them out of the trunk until you suddenly felt them getting a lot lighter. 

“Lemme carry them, babe” Jack said, putting both tent bags under his armpits. You thanked him with a smile.

“Joe! Jack just called your sister ‘babe’!” you heard Caspar shout in the middle of the parking lot, and you immediately wanted to punch him.

“You better back up if you don’t want your balls cut off, buddy” Oli commented, not being able to supress a laugh as he grabbed the last bag and closed the boot.

Caspar walked by your side and rubbed your head “You know I love you, Y/N” he smiled, and you rolled your eyes “You have to admit that Joe’s reaction at the posibility of you getting rid of the Sugg and replacing it with Maynard is pretty funny, tho” he laughed.

You blushed “Stop it, Caspar” You could see Jack smiling by the corner of your eye. 

“Oooh, someone’s blushing” Mikey commented in his usual too-loud-voice, and you rolled your eyes again and walked away from the boys, trying to forget the awkward situation you had just been in. 

Soon enough it was right past midnight, and you were all chilling out in the moonlight. Conor started telling stories about famous people who turned out to be quite the assholes, and not long after that Caspar had fallen asleep.  You were sitting besides Jack with your feet over his legs, feeling the burning look of Joe’s eyes in your own. But you didn’t want to look at him. 

“Shit” you muttered as your hand blindly tried to grab something from inside your bag that obviously wasn’t there “I think I forgot my portable phone charger in your car, Con” you told him. 

“No prob” his hand went to the bottom of his jeans before he tossed the car keys at you.

Just when you were standing up, you felt Jack getting up again. You gave him a weid look “You’re not going by yourself, it’s pitch dark” he said, and all you wanted to do was to kiss him right there. Sometimes you wished everyone knew, so you didn’t have to hide to act couple-ish.

But as soon as you made sure you were out of their sight, you threw yourself at Jack and wrapped your legs around his torso. He laughed before pressing your lips together hungrily, your tongues already fighting for dominance. He let yours win this time.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you all fucking day” he whispered in your ear, the hot steam coming out of his mouth setting you off. He started working his way up your neck as he carried you towards the car. 

You let out a small moan as he sucked on your special spot, and dug your fingernails on his shoulder blades. He groaned in response, and attacked your lips again. Soon enough your back was pressed against Conor’s car’s bonnet.

“I want you so bad right now, Jack” you almost pleaded, as his hands travelled to the zip of your shorts.

“I’ve been wanting to get rid of these all day, babe. You have no idea” he whispered roughly. Suddenly, you felt a big ball of pressure between your legs, as Jack introduced two fingers inside you, already thrusting in and out rapildy. You let out a high-pitched cry.

Jack looked around “Get inside the car” There were not many vehicles around, and definetly no one out there. But the last thing he wanted was for someone to walk into the parking lot - seeing his luck that someone would be Joe - and catching you having sex against a Range Rover. 

You did as he told you, your jeans barely hanging on your hips anymore. You thanked god the backseat of Conor’s car was big enough. Jack immediately took your shorts off, and then your lacy underwear he loved so much to tease you over. But he knew he didn’t have much time, and he wanted you so badly.

You let out a loud whimper as you felt his tongue sucking on your clit, his strong hands holding your hips tightly. You arched your back as your hands looked for something to grab. They finally went to his hair. 

“Jack” you screamed, your voice breaking as he introduced yet another finger inside you. Ever since that morning, you had wanted no more than to be all over him like when you were alone in your apartment. You loved Jack’s sweet and loving side, but you would be lying if you said his rough and dominant side didn’t get you every time. His touch was your weakness, and he knew it. 

Eventually, the emptiness he left when he removed his mouth from you  was replaced with his lenght. He let out a loud groan as he pulled in, giving neither of you enough time to adjust to the new feeling.

It took you long enough to actually have sex once you started dating. At first it was because both of you were literally too busy to see each other - Jack also travelled quite frequently to Brighton to film whatever his secret project was. So the first time you properly slept together, it was a mix of lust and desire. Because you had wanted to see how good he was in bed for a long time, and he just couldn’t resist the thought of you lying naked under his body.

He started thrusting faster, making you scream like you never had before. You felt the car starting to move up and down, and you hoped there was no one in the parking lot at that exact moment. You prayed for that someone not to be Joe. You let out the loudest scream as you reached your high, your fingernails pressed against his back, not being able to breathe properly anymore. You cried his name.

He hugged your torso as he came not long after you, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him. He thrusted into you a few times before you felt your walls clentching again, and you suddenly felt him filling you completely. He groaned as he hid his face on the crook of your neck, still holding you “I needed you so bad, Y/N” he whispered “I couldn’t take it anymore”

You let out a small laugh. You kissed the top of his head before it hit you “Do you realise we just had sex in the back of your brother’s car?”

“Way to ruin the moment”

You burst out laughing before releasing yourself from him. He pulled you in for a deep kiss “I love you, idiot” he said, making you blush.

“I love you too, silly” 

You put on your shorts before making your way to the camping site again, hoping you hadn’t taken too much time on the car, or else it would rise some suspicions. Sure enough, when you got back to the tents, only Conor, Joe and Oli were still outside.

“Damn, did you go back to London to get the bloody charger?” Oli asked you, and suddenly you realised you hadn’t even cared to take the charger. You mentally slapped yourself.

“I couldn’t find it” you said, throwing the car keys to Conor. You locked eyes quickly with your brother, and that’s when you knew that he knew. 

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to bed” Oli said, clapping Joe’s back, who was next to him “See you in the morning, babes” he laughed before getting inside his tent. You then noticed there were only two tents left, and four of you out there.  

You looked at Joe “Am I sleeping with you?” you asked him, thinking it was the most likely option. You had shared a bed with him before, after all.

“No” he said “You and Jack are sleeping together” 

You froze, making Conor burst out laughing. You looked at Jack, who was indeed as confused as you were “I mean, it doesn’t take a scientist to know that you guys have a thing going on” the oldest Maynard said, making your heart jump.

“What.. How do you know?” you mid-whispered, looking directly at your brother, not even bothering to deny it anymore “How...? What the hell, Joe”

Joe smiled for the first time. It was a small smile, but you were finally calm “I’ve known for a couple of weeks now” he said “I caught you guys kissing at that Gleam party a few months ago, and then again like, two and a half weeks ago” he confessed.

“I caught you yesterday” Conor laughed “I immediately texted Joe as the good brother I am”

Jack rolled his eyes, but smiled because he wouldn’t have to pretend not wanting to kiss you every minute from that moment on “Are you mad?” you timidly asked Joe. He shook his head.

“I mean, I’d probably choose the other Maynard if I were you” he joked, making both Conor and Jack laugh “But  if this idiot over here treats you well and loves you, then I have nothing to say” he said, making you blush.

“We are all gonna be family!” Conor shouted excitedly, pinching Joe’s side repeatedly.

“Are Jack and Y/N having babies yet?” Caspar asked, his voice coming from inside the tent he was sharing with Josh.

“Hey, hey, I said nothing about babies” Joe said, before he laughed with Conor. You were glad he had taken it so well. You suddenly felt Jack’s arms around you, pressing you against his warm body. 

He whispered into your ear “Why don’t we go inside and finish what we left off at the car?”

“Sneaky bastard” you mumbled before plating a loud kiss on his lips.

“Wait” Conor said as you were getting inside the tent. But you were too impatient to listen to whatever he had to say “Did I just hear ‘car’? Fucking shit, you better didn’t do anything disgusting on my baby, I swear to god” he fake cried.

You both laughed as you pressed your lips together once more. Oh Conor, only if you knew. 

[thecasualalligator]

Brad/Ray fic rec

FLAMING HELL MY TIME HAS COME

Okay, so @moontowers just briefly mentioned in her tags that ppl in general should send her recs for this pairing. Because I am a) extremely extra about this pairing and b) have a bunch of time on my hands before Silent Witness, I present to you my Brad/Ray fic recs:

You Who Are My Home by Shoshanna Gold

Established Relationship where Ray buggers off home and is incommunicado, Brad freaks the fuck out and runs after him. Feelings and sex ensue. It’s great.

Nothing Broken, Nothing Thrown by Shoshanna Gold

Imo one of the best things to happen to this fandom and the world generally speaking. It’s an established relationship where the Brad/Ray relationship is kind of in the background of Brad trying to help out the wife of one of his marines who’s being abused. The study of Brad and Ray’s relationship after Brad’s been away in England and Ray’s got on with his life is brilliant. I luvs it forever.

the unlocking and the lift away by Lake (beyond_belief)

Did I say that last fic was my fav? Nevermind, it’s this. Ray’s just got out of a shitty relationship and is starting an MBA near the base where Brad is working and basically moves in with him. Also he brings a cat, which just goes to show that cats make even great things a gazillion times better. So this is a friends to lovers thing with bags of pining. Also, it’s a brillo character study of both of them, but particularly Brad. I have a two page word doc that I recently wrote while rereading it because I needed to put my love of Brad into words. Like basically they’re more mature versions of the guys we see on the show, and the development that has happened in the interim just seems so natural in this fic. Also the OCs are great. Enjoy.

Campfire Tales by Perpetual Motion

Brad and Ray get caught shagging on a camping trip with the lads, Ray and Walt have a chat in a bar afterwards. It’s brilliant, and also Walt.

I burn at the end (I learn to regret) by stolemyslumber

Okay, gotta be honest I have not read this in ages and can’t remember loads. It’s a Mutant AU that I didn’t read until I was desperate because I wasn’t drawn by the AU aspect. How wrong I was. I remember crying towards the end of this and just loving everyone lots and lots. Also it’s a really ensemble piece, so your favs get to play off other characters too, which is aces. So even if this is not an AU that would usually grab you, I suggest you give it a go nonetheless. 

Burning Dog by codswallop

Forget what I said, this is my fav. Like, really this time. Ray has contracted malaria and everyone is taking care of him and Brad is worried but hiding this under aggression and humour. There’s some blink and you missed it d/s undertones towards the end, and possessive!Brad is adorbz. Also this line: ”Idiot malaria victim has a fever, news at eleven” Brad has a terrific bedside manner, as you’d expect. Also it has Doc Bryan, which is probs what I should have lead with, come to think of it.

Sunshine and Spring by schlicky

Ray, Brad and Walt are con men and their next target is police officer Nate. Brad and Ray are in a relationship already, and there’s some fab jealousy stuff because Ray is pretending to be in a relationship with Nate because plot. It’s brilliant and also heartbreaking; the characters are beautifully drawn. Also Walt.

You who are my home by sephirothflame

AU were Brad and Ray work for the mob and kidnap Nate, who’s a senator’s son, as leverage. There’s some dubcon and endgame Nate/Brad/Ray. the most obvious reason to rec this is the porn, which is fab, but I also find Brad and Ray’s relationship kinda heartbreaking because Ray never rly gets what he needs from Brad emotionally speaking. But yeah, porn.

I’ll Take It By Your Side by queeniegalore

Basically just porn with talking while Walt is asleep in the next room.

Honestly almost all the fic in this pairing is brilliant, this is just the stuff that I somehow particularly connected to. Enjoy!