#I LOVE HER SO MUCH OMG I HAD A MASSIVE CRUSH ON HER AS A CHILD I JUST REMEMBERED

[arthurlovesarthurmorgan]

OH. MY. GOD. I JUST REMEMBERED ONE OF MY CHILDHOOD CRUSHES. IT'S FUCKING PRINCESS SELENIA FROM ARTHUR AND THE MINIMOYS (yes it’s one of my fav movies that’s why my name is Arthur lol)

LOOK AT HER

[okaerina]

𓍢 (bnd ver!) like its 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 .ᐟ ໒ 𓂅 ໋⋅

SIMP! bnd x CRUSH! reader GENRE ! pining, fluff, angst if u squint TW ! none (lmk if there is any) NOW PLAYING ! . . . . magnetic by ill-it WC ! 7O2

𖠗 𝐣aehyun — shy cute flirt !

insert butter-myung. once he lays eyes on you he's a goner like he's so dramatic about it, panting and clutching his chest hard "guys i think im going to die if i don't wife her up". is pretty delusional too yk. will outwardly flirt with and then get so shy smh. very cheesy pick-up lines that most of the time fail to flutter your heart but does give you a good laugh tho lol (his biggest accomplishment). expect lots of attention and acts of service ^^

𖠗 𝐫iwoo — calm (going insane inside) sweet guy !

tries to be very calm with you, his hand will always be balled in a tight fist and tries to hide the teeth gritting with a nonchalant smile (but the red ear says all lmao). very rational yet funny, constantly pulling jokes that actually make you laugh yet still being respectful. shares his food with you specially donuts!! takes you to caffé dates "hey, there's this new pretzel shop wanna check it out together??" if you say something about dieting he would immediately encourage and lecture you about how important it is eat alot. will try to feed you too >_< !

𖠗 𝐬ungho — nervous yet reliable big guy !

the first time he saw you he was literally going through a massive panic attack, he literally thought he saw an angel lord! tries hard not to stutter or get nervous around you cue the clammy heads lol. but he still tries to collect his composure together and tries to be more reliable. will tie your undone shoelaces, make sure you ate or drank, always making sure you’re not upset. bro will take you’re side and clap back on behalf of you (sass king). will let you rest your head on his broad shoulder if you fell asleep and he so happens to be sitting beside you chill.

𖠗 𝐭aesan — shy introverted observer !

he's very introverted and often struggles to express his feelings. so he will always just admire you from afar, eyes never leaving you. you're his only muse. he notices all the little details about you and your reaction and expressions to certain things. like the way your hair sways, looking soft, they way you get excited with your friends or the way his heart literally explodes when you laugh or smile. if you end up catching him looking at you he would become shy mess, hiding his face and all. you’ll have to strike the convo first tho cuz he's too shy. loves making playlists dedicated to you oh! he has 100+ songs written for you on his soundcloud (shh).

𖠗 𝐥eehan — confident and shameless flirt !

you thought he was a quite and introverted pretty boy but boy were you so wrong. he's way more extreme in cases of flirting than jaehyun. the fact that he knows that he's drop dead gorgeous makes it even more intense. he will say the most cringiest, cheesiest pick up lines with the signature poker face and an eventual smirk (cue the girls screaming) and expect you to swoon (but you don't) and bro's downbad. veryyy delusional like he will announce to the entire school you two are married (you’re not??). you become the only one he yaps about his fishes and weird obsessions too. will hysterically start crying if you tell him to eat more "OMG YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT ME LET'S GET MARRIED!!!" "leehan js eat!"

𖠗 𝐰oonhak — cool guy to loser lover !

he would try to put on a cool guy frat boy image infront of you but it was a big silly FAIL! that one time when you smiled back at his corny "hey, beautiful" he passed away infront of the whole class BYE. he thought he had no game but when you aided for him he realised maybe being a loser for you wouldn’t be so bad actually! "hey cuties this one's for you" and then completely misses the ball smh. takes you out to arcade dates and parks to play (you win most of the time). but nevertheless he's a fun guy to be with (pls let him win time to time :D)

[ 🦢] : last post before semi hiatus (again exams sigh)

[girlokwhatever]

omg would love if you could do famous!reader x paige hcs!!!

paige bueckers x famous!reader hcs

‧₊♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧₊˚ෆ paige with a famous gf,,

— you met paige on social media

- she’s literally your biggest fan

- you posted a video with the caption: ‘when she’s blonde and tall and plays basketball’ and it went VIRALLL (everyone tagged her)

— she ending up reaching out to you and the rest is history

— before you started dating she would always repost your videos or pictures whenever you posted

— you kind of dabble in everything (singing, acting, modeling, etc.) and she really respects that about you

- she calls it your ‘hustle’

— you were honestly a fan of hers too, all her tiktoks and edits would be on your feed

— no one even asks who her celeb crush is anymore cause she always says you (lowkey always has)

— you both hard launch each other

— paige loves your music (i’m imagining r&b but you do you boo) and will play it for everyone in any place at any time

- at church?? doesn’t matter: “have you heard my girlfriend’s new song?”

— you took her to her first ever premiere as your plus one

- had way too much fun together during the interviews

— you have to media train her because one time she leaked your new song on kk’s live

— everyone she knows will ask for her to get them an autograph

— her mom is a massive fan and kinda freaks out when she meets you (paige is embarrassed but you think it’s sweet)

— has watched every single film/show you’re in and saves every magazine cover you’re on

— defo gets a little jealous if you have to kiss someone else on screen

- you have to tell her beforehand so she can mentally prepare

— sometimes she’ll get insecure if the media ships you with someone else, but they rarely do it cause everyone knows the two of you are locked in

— she’s absorbed all your fans into her cult

— sometimes she’ll troll everyone and make up the craziest lie/rumor and watch everyone post about it

- “guys we got married last may”

— at first your demanding schedule was a bit of a problem cause you hardly ever saw each other

- you prioritize her more now, but there’s still sometimes where you’ll have to go months without being in-person together (you both have mental breakdowns)

— she always listens when you tell her celeb drama (she’s so into it)

- you make her promise she won’t tell anyone

— you’ve definitely made some songs about her

- they always make her cry cause they’re so beautiful and sweet

— paparazzi anytime the two of you go out (they do catch some cute candid pics though)

— she’ll be at EVERY award show to cheer you on, no doubt

— you get her free tickets to concerts cause of connections

— saves every edit she sees of you (movie scenes, media moments, concerts, you name it)

— sometimes you ask her for inspiration (she’s your muse fr)

— when you see each other again for the first time in awhile… be prepared. she’s bombarding you with kisses, smothering you with hugs, and never lets you leave her bed

— will cry if you ever have to do a sex scene (she prays it never happens)

— she makes sure EVERYONE knows you’re dating.

- she’ll wear shirts with your face on them

— will post the craziest off-guard and bts pictures of you and the fans go craazzzyy

— “so.. how does your next movie end? is it like-“

- “i’m not telling you so don’t even try.”

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i feel like maybe i ate this down????!

i had so many ideas for this request you guys

hope you enjoyed!! 😋

[mouse-fantoms]

On top of being robbed of so much Juke content we’ll never get, what I think about alot is how Juke would have been approached more if it went further.

One of the (many) reasons I love jatp so much is it makes me believe their characters are real, that they have background, they have their own goals and ambitions to them, they’re fleshed out.

That moment of Flynn going “my girls got a crush and his name is Luke” and Julie going “what no?! Luke’s a ghost😳.” And Flynn saying “a cute ghost” and Julie giving in and saying “…with a perfect smile☺️” and adding that Luke is “cute air” which implies she has indeed given this Luke crush idea some thought.

That moment of just two best friends talking about the others potential crush like that’s such a good moment bc I genuinely believe that I am watching these two genuine besties just have that kind of talk with one another bc that happens!

Like that moment we have with our friends when they’re like “hey I got something to tell you 👀” or they approach you like “so… umm… I’ve been kind of noticing your behavior lately around this person.” It’s the realistic little things like that which is why I appreciate this show so much.

Julie having the line of “what no! Luke’s a ghost!” Means so much that, on top of acknowledging “hey he’s got a cute smile, and he himself is cute” she also acknowledged “…he is a ghost though…” but then our Julie being who she is (we love her for it) went “but he still do be cute though 🥰” like this is a genuine teen girl in high school having a crush

And then later on when Reggie and Alex bring up how Luke and Julie ooze chemistry (and the way that throughout the show when Julie and Luke are being cute and them, the looks that we see Reggie and Alex give like Juke and then each other is so good bc I genuinely believe like “yeah these boys are all friends with one another so of course they’d react that way to their other friend showing an interest in their fellow friend”) Luke’s like “no come on I have chemistry with everyone I sing with” HE DOES THE SAME THING JULIE DID WHEN THE EXACT SAME TOPIC EAS BROUGHT UP TO HER! (Soulmates your honor!)

Him denying it, like Julie did, implies too that he also had the thinking of “…she is alive though and I’m not” (I mean me personally I feel like Luke didn’t truly realize he liked her until later on even if there were signs earlier, just bc he seems like the kind of person where like music was his absolute everything like even if the Sunset Curve fangirls were always like ‘omg Luke is amazing 😍’, I just get the vibe that he would never really notice the advances towards him bc he is just so consumed in music and that is his whole existence, so when Reggie and Alex see that Luke appears to be falling for Julie it’s a big deal bc they’re probably like “Luke has NEVER shown any interest ever so the fact that a girl has replaced music in his life THIS IS A MASSIVE DEAL”)

And then the moment when they’re on Julie’s porch and she tries to hold his hand but ya know CANT (huge what a gut punched) and then she awkwardly looks away and he’s like “…this is an interesting little relationship you and I have” and they’re just there for a moment just looking and smiling at each other (THEY’RE FLIRTING SO MUCH WITHOUT SAYING ANY WORDS UGH TAKE ME 😩)

I am sat there genuinely believing that these are two teenagers who even though they know they’re not *supposed* to feel a way about each other, they still do. Like that scene is their confession to one another and it’s so sweet and genuine bc in that moment where Julie tries to hold his hand, they’re brought back to reality as to what they are and yet, they can’t help but still like one another and appreciate each other bc of what the other person has changed so much in their life.

AND THEN, that scene in the beginning of the last episode how Julie asks to talk to Luke (and Reggie and Alex immediately are like “oop leave them be 👀 they’re having a moment” being the greatest friends that they are) and they’re both standing there, in each others presence, it takes a moment for Julie to say what she wants to but they’re just two kids who ended up in each others lives and they know they like each other but they know they can’t act on those feelings yet they still just have this love for each other is so enduring and charming. The way Luke tells her “anything Julie you know that” MAKES ME MELT like ugh 😩 their dynamic and friendship has grown so much with each other from episode 1 to like now and it’s so just ugh it gets me

When I think how Juke could have been approached if we had gotten a chance, I would have loved to see the new like “glowing touch” development and how that would impact their dynamic. (I just imagine Reggie just hugs Julie all the time bc he can (he just seems like such a hugger and I feel like he’d give good ones🥺) and Alex also will gives her side hugs (they just take advantage of being able to physically touch her bc they don’t know how long they’re able to do it for with their new ghost development)) I feel like Luke and Julie would just be a bit apprehensive since the hand holding thing on the porch, and maybe their hug was just a one time thing.

Would have loved to see Carlos referring to Luke as “Julie’s boyfriend” (he was there for edge of great and stand tall THERES NO WAY he’s thinking anything of than “the sleeveless one is indeed my sisters boyfriend”) would be extra great too with like Luke being in the room and Carlos just says that and Julie quickly trying to make him not talk about it bc it’s embarrassing 💀 her just being like “Carlos, he’s a ghost” and him being like “…hey with you having a boyfriend are you going to have less time with Dad and I bc you’ll be busy kissing him?” And Julie’s face just goes pale as Luke takes the time to take himself out of room meanwhile his face his like bright red

Would have loved to see when Carrie’s redemption is happening and it’s Julie and Carrie and Carrie’s like “sooooo 👀 I’ve seen how you look at your guitarist” and she immediately tries to shut it down but Carrie is like “Jules, we may not have been that close in the past year and some but we’ve known each other for how long? I can see your tells!”

I just think a lot about how this ship, even though they’re not meant to like each other yet they do and still care about each other, would have been approached more if we got the chance

[drpoisonoaky]

This is what I think it would happen if Katara and Azula were telling people they’re dating:

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—————————[Aang]—————————

Aang:

Azula: I think we broke him.

Aang:

Azula: I mean I killed him once but two times seems excessive.

Katara: I don’t think he needs that reminder right-

Aang: MONKEY FEATHERS WHAT WHY WHY HER OMG KATARA WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU SHE KILLED ME YOU WERE THERE AND-

Azula: I think I’m going to make some tea while he’s letting it out.

Katara: Bring some cookies.

Azula: Sure.

————————— [Sokka] —————————

Sokka [stepping closer to azula’s face]: Mmm.

Azula: What?

Sokka: What are your intentions with my sister?

Katara: Sokka please.

Sokka: Shh, I’m not asking you.

Azula: Sure.

Azula: She helps me to be a better person every day. She taught me how to love and how to love right even though I fuck it up on a regular basis. I want to be with her for as long as she wants me there. She’s strong, smart, caring and beautiful among other things. I just love her.

Katara [on the verge of tears]: ‘Zula

Sokka [crying]: That was…

Azula: Or maybe I’m a psycho and I want to destroy your tribe from the inside pretending I’m in love with the chief’s daughter.

Sokka: And there she goes.

Katara: She’s working on it.

————————— [Suki] —————————

Suki: She put me in prison.

Katara: I know.

Suki: She made our life a living hell.

Katara: She has changed.

Suki: People don’t change.

Katara: She was a traumatized, unstable and unloved child at that time. Believed me she changed.

Azula: Auch.

Katara: Sorry sweetheart.

Suki: …well I guess it’s your call after all.

Katara: Thank you.

Suki: Just one little thing… [looks at Azula] before you put me in that prison did you try to flirt with me?

Azula:

Katara: Azula?

Azula:

Suki: OMG how did you get Katara like that was so bad you had 0 skills

Katara: AZULA

————————— [Ty lee] —————————

Ty lee: Wait wait wait

Azula: For what?

Ty lee: Nonono wait wait wait

Azula: Are you having a stroke?

Katara: Maybe she is homophobic.

Azula: She’s a kyoshi warrior.

Ty lee: No but wait wait wait.

Azula: Agni

Katara:

Ty lee: YOU LIKE GIRLS THAT WAS AN OPTION AND YOU NEVER SAID SOMETHING FUCKING BASTARD YOU KNOW THE MASSIVE CRUSH I HAD ON YOU GROWING UP I TH-[and she kept screaming for a while]

Azula: We make the soft ones yell at us it must be some kind of achievement.

Katara: My turn to make the tea.

————————— [Toph] —————————

Toph: Congrats.

Katara: And that’s it?

Toph: What do you want me to say?

Katara: We don’t usually get a positive reaction at first.

Toph: I’m better than most people but I must say it’s kinda weird that you’re fucking a purple platypus bear.

Katara: What the hell are you talki-

Azula: And that’s why she’s the only one of your friends I respect.

Katara: You’re both so freaking weird.

Toph: Don’t be ableist.

Katara: I AM NOT-

————————— [Zuko] —————————

Zuko: Katara I get why Azula is messing with me but you teaming up with her? c’mon

Katara: It is not a prank.

Azula: Why wouldn’t she team up with me? I make great plans, I conquered Ba Sing Se and I had made legendary pranks.

Zuko: Katara it’s not funny.

Katara: Zuko we’re not joking.

Azula: Do you remember the time I made you think you were a big turtle duck?

Zuko: Katara please.

Katara: Zuko.

Azula: Oh oh or that other time when I pretended I couldn’t see you so I made you think you were invisible and you went into the kitchen naked to steal sweets.

Katara: Wait he did that?

Azula: What can I say? I’m good at pranks, babe.

Zuko: STOP ALL OF THAT.

————————— [Mai] —————————

Mai: You told Zuko?

Azula: Yes.

Mai: And he thought you were joking?

Katara: Yup.

Mai: Ty lee?

Azula: Also yes.

Mai: So between them who is the one who keeps screaming? My bet is on Ty, but Zuko can really get that high pitch.

Katara: Zuko is still in denial and saying that it’s a prank.

Azula: And Ty lee is the one who keeps screaming how much I love woman and why nobody tell her sooner.

Mai: She was unbearable about her crush on you until she join the kyoshi warriors. Now I think she’s dating one of them but I guess she needs to let it out the repressed years somehow.

Azula: I don’t blame her I know i’m gorgeous.

Katara: And very humble.

Azula: You didn’t deny it.

Mai: If you keep flirting here I want to say that I have a new knife I want to test.

—————— [Zuko (Second try)] ——————

Zuko: ‘Zula drop it already. Someone was screaming for a while and my head hurts.

Azula: Zuzu I’m not fucking joking.

Zuko: Yes, you are.

Azula: And they said I’m the stubborn one.

Katara: You know what fuck it.

[Katara takes azula by the collar of her shirt and kisses her hard]

Katara: DO YOU BELIEVE US NOW?!

Zuko: I know Azula would go far for a prank but I didn’t think you would roll with it. Still, I don’t believe you.

Katara: For Agni’s sake.

Azula [looking at Katara]: so… what are your thoughts of public sex to prove a point?

Katara: Azula remind me why I love you cause I’m about to kill you and your brother.

[david-tennant-addict]

Alec hardy x fem reader (smut if u r comfortable) let’s say where reader always annoys alec (she has a massive crush on him cause duh) and Alec is always annoyed by her and maybe she gets sick or something like goes out for a work trip idk and he realizes how much he miss her annoying voice lol soo yaa rest to your imagination

💜

One day

OMG YES I love that idea! This idea actually fits with my OC so I can easily write about this!

Since this is my first fic in a while I’m just going to keep it a Drabble. I might make more in the future.

Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Type: Drabble

Summary: Y/N annoys Alec daily but when she doesn’t show up and Alec wonders why he feels the way he does about it.

Y/n………she was always such an annoying lass. always talking about things that didn’t matter like concerts, songs, shows, anything that didn’t involve work. This annoyed Alec. He would be sitting at his desk trying to work on the case they were working on and she would be sitting on his desk which he hated and talk and talk. She never seemed to shut up.

Then one day she did. Well she didn’t show up to work……weird.

She always shows up for work. She would show up late a lot but still shows. But for once Alec had peace. And he didn’t like it.

He was sitting at his desk looking at evidence and papers about the case….As he read the paper all he could hear was that damned clock ticking. The silence was killing him. He stopped what he was working on and ran his fingers through his hair. He can’t work without her. Her chatter seemed to help him focus but he never saw that at first. “Y/n” He mumbled out into his hands.

After some time he removed his hands from his face and stood up and grabbed his coat angrily and walked out of his office.

Ellie saw him start to leave and she started to question him. “Where are you going? Did you find them? What’s wrong” She continued to question.

“Y/N-“ He snapped at Ellie. He sighed “ She didn’t show up. I’m going to check on her you stay and work on the case.” She agreed and he was on his way.

Meanwhile Y/n was in bed, curled up, every blanket in her apartment on her, shivering from the cold shivers of her fever that had sadly strucken her. She laid there coughing and hacking. And the fact that she was dehydrated wasn’t helping much, all she wanted to do was curl up and die in that bed, she was so dry and tired. She didn’t even want to get up for a glass of water which she needed badly.

The fever was so bad she didn’t even notice someone was banging on her door and it wasn’t just knocking. It was full on “FBI open up” banging. At some point Alec freaked out and bust open the door not enough to break it but enough to get it open. he searched all around her apartment until he finally found y/n laying in her bed in such a daze she didn’t even notice him walk in. He touched her face and felt how hot you were. (not talkin looks here but you look good girly)

He can tell how bad she were from his experience, being a father, and knowing what it’s like to be sick. He took some of her pillows and propped her up. he fetched her a glass of water and made her drink it when she took the drink of water it awoken her. She finally realized somehow Alec got into her apartment. “Wha? Huh? How did you even-“

“Don’t ask love. You were almost dead!”

“What? No- I’m just a little thirsty-“

“Lass you were dehydrated we need to get some food in your stomach.” He stated

“Why?” She asked

“Why? Well if you don’t you’ll go hungry and I-“

“No. Why are you doing this?” She said

Alec looked at y/n puzzled

“Why are you doing this? I thought you hated me or just didn’t care enough”

“Well………I thought I didn’t like your chatter. Then when I noticed you not come in I worried something happened to you”

“You worry about people?” she smiled childishly at him

“I do have a heart you know”

“One that you need to give a break”

“What?”

“Nothing”

Silence fell on the room as Alec went to go get y/n some food. After a bit he came back with a tray for the bed and some soup.

“Ok now careful it’s hot so let it cool down and then eat”

“Ok dad”

“Don’t call me dad”

“Ok……but thank you”

“For what?”

“Helping me”

“Well you needed it”

He grabbed a chair and sat by her bed

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting”

Well I know that but…. Why are you saying?”

“You need the help clearly.”

“I’m a grown adult I can handle myself”

“Yeah says the one that was laying here dehydrated”

“…”

“Exactly”

“Why did you come to help me? Aren’t I annoying to you?”

“A little but….it got to quiet”

“I thought you hated my rambling?”

“I did”

“Did?”

“Maybe….I liked it a little”

“Really?”

“I said a little”

The room got silent and Y/n thoughts got the best of her.

“Fuck it I’m going to be an adult and tell you since we’re alone and usually Ellie is here too-“

“You’re rambling”

“Yeah…..I like you” she flinched scared what he was going to say

“Hm”

“So?” She said

“Maybe I do too”

“REALLY?! OH MY GOD I could kiss you!”

“I said maybe and you’re sick so no way”

“Oh….yeah”

“But maybe one day…..”

“Yeah…..one day”

I hope you liked this ! Sorry if it’s not that good I haven’t written in awhile! 💜💜💜

[perpetualproductions]

Im not sure if you already wrote this but can we get Jordan taking care of marie

(Am a big fan of your work)

Omg, yes. Say less. I haven't done this yet, so I will gladly write this, lol. (Thanks!!)

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As You Wish

- Jordan Li takes care of Marie Moreau.

- Marie's not used to that

2k words (;-;)

If there's one thing Marie Moreau hates, it's being sick. The coughing, the body aches, the constantly stuffy/runny nose, all of it. The most annoying part of it all was how much of an inconvenience being sick was. Marie didn't have time to be sick. She had things to do, classes to pass, a superhero to become, and you can't do all of that if you're sick. So to say she was a bit annoyed to wake up feeling like utter death, would be an understatement.

Marie has always been stubbornly independent. Even when she was a kid, she always insisted she could take care of herself, (though she'd always fold when her mother made her favorite soup and cuddled up with her to watch some of her favorite movies). Sure, now she was sort of forced into it, but at this point it was second nature for her. She didn't need help, she could take care of herself just fine and a measly flu wasn't gonna change that. Marie tried to convince Emma (and herself) that she was fine enough to sit in a classroom, but her body betrayed her pretty quickly when she could barely pull herself out of bed. Emma promised to bring her some soup at the end of the day, then bolted out to avoid contamination. Apparently Emma was a bit of a germaphobe. Though Marie couldn't blame her after she'd already gone through a whole box of tissues just that morning.

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At first Jordan didn't really think much of Marie's absence. Though they definitely noticed it. They were both in a weird, unclear, place in their relationship. Jordan wasn't even sure if they could refer to it as a relationship. Just a few months ago they couldn't stand her presence, then, she somehow wormed her way into their friend group with her big brown eyes and radiant smile. That's when they realized they had a stupid crush on the freshman, and Jordan being Jordan dealt with that by constantly arguing and pushing her buttons, which Marie retaliated with just as much force. Then they kissed her... And then they were kissing some more; in her dorm, in the library, in their dorm. The making out quickly evolved to sex in all those aforementioned places (and more). How that even began, Jordan was still confused about. One moment they're bickering about some pointless things that Jordan can even remember anymore, then they're pushing her up against the wall and taking each other's clothes off. That became sort of a regular thing, along with study sessions either before or after. Marie quickly cleared up Jordan's hold ups, telling them that she doesn't care what form they're in when they are with her (a massive relief to Jordan), but that was basically the extent of it. Not much further than being more than fine with each other's presence, study dates and sex. And after a month or two of that, Jordan became terrifyingly aware that there was so much more that they wanted out of this. The more time they spent with her, the more they really got to know her, they were beginning to realize their real feelings for Marie Moreau weren't purely sexual attraction... They were in love. But, too terrified to break the status quo, they decided to keep that hidden for now.

So by the time classes wrapped up and Marie failed to show to their scheduled study session in the library, they finally folded, shifting to their female form and near sprinting over to her dorm. Jordan had left a few messages already and Marie never answered any texts so they didn't feel bad banging on her dorm door, now half convinced she's either kidnapped or finally ghosting them (they never thought they'd wish so hard for the former option).

"Moreau! You in there?" Jordan shouted, continuing to knock after not getting an answer. Just as they were about to give up and look somewhere else, they heard some shuffling on the other side of the door. It takes a minute for Marie to shuffle her way to the door, slowly pulling it open and looking down at Jordan.

"Wow. You look like shit." Jordan states bluntly, looking Marie up and down in her sickly and disheveled state. She's wearing an oversized grey hoodie and black sweats. She looks miserable, face pale, and a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead.

"Gee, thanks." Her voice was sore as she spoke. The look she's giving Jordan quickly made them aware that she wasn't in the mood for comments. She leaned on the door for support, too exhausted to stand. "what do you want?"

"uh-" Jordan wasn't really sure what they wanted. They were going to tell her off or at least ask why she blew them off today, but the answer to that was clear. And seeing her like this, all sick and miserable, it did things to their heart that they didn't understand. A protective feeling falling over them.

Without saying much else, they let themselves in, throwing their bag aside and reaching out to steady Marie as they close the door. "What the hell are y-"

"Just get in bed, Marie." Jordan interrupts, trying to lead her to the bed, but Marie pulls herself out of their hold, just to walk over herself and get in bed herself.

"what are you doing?" She asks, sitting up in her bed, looking at Jordan confused.

Jordan took off their iconic bomber jacket, leaving them in a black tank top, as they looked around the room. They noted the multitude of used tissues and discarded cough drop wrappers, along with empty water bottles. At least she's staying hydrated - they thought. They eventually registered Marie's question, looking back at her. "You're sick." They stated as if her question was ridiculous.

Marie just shook her head, looking at them, genuinely confused by their actions here. What were they doing? Yes, she was sick, but that was her problem, not Jordan's. So why were they in her dorm trying to, what? Take care of her? Don't get her wrong, she was always happy to see Jordan, be in their company, but it was usually under much different circumstances. Marie still wasn't 100% sure what they were yet, but they didn't think it involved this. "Yeah, okay... And?"

"And?... Being sick sucks. And your roommate's obviously not here to help you and I am, so just lay down, will you?" Jordan tries to reason with her. They decide to get moving, grabbing a trashcan from the corner of the room and scooping the used tissues and wrappers into it.

Marie just watches Jordan move, picking up after her. "Jordan, you don't need to do..." she waves her hands around as she tries to find the right words, "this-"

"-well what if I want to do this?" They argue, but they pause, realizing what they might have admitted. "I mean, you obviously need the help. You're really not looking too hot, have you taken your temperature yet?" They tried to backpedal, but it was hard to hide their worry.

Jordan can't help themselves as they lean forward, placing their hand on Marie's forehead, then moving it down to her cheek, letting it linger there for a second. They get lost in each other's eyes for just a moment, Jordan's words working their way through Marie's mind. Wait- they actually want to be here and help her? , the idea itself wasn't something Marie was used to. It's been a long time since someone actively wanted to be in her company and care for her... She wasn't sure how to feel, but looking into Jordan's eyes sent a flutter through her, and not to the kind that she usually feels when they're about to have sex. This was different... The only thing that pulls her back to reality is an oncoming sneeze, ripping through her as she pushes Jordan's hand away, turning away so she doesn't sneeze in Jordan's face. Marie's head rings as three more sneezes come on, leaving her reaching for some tissues, only to turn and see Jordan (now in male form), holding out the box of tissues for her. She reaches out and grabs some tissues, trying to decipher Jordan's unreadable, yet soft expression. There's an undeniable look of adoration, but a hint of uncertainty or shyness behind those deep brown eyes of theirs.

Jordan clears their throat as they put the tissues back down, moving the trashcan closer to the bed so Marie can throw the tissues away when she's done blowing her nose. "Look Moreau, you're obviously pretty sick, and I know you're too stubborn to admit that you need help. But- God, Marie, just let me take care of you. Cause I do want to help, I- I care about your fucking well-being, believe it or not." They sigh, scratching the back of their head, trying to collect their thoughts. "I- If you really want me to leave, I'll fucking leave, but... Just- If you need anything, seriously, just text me. I'll be right there." They said genuinely, radiating a sort of comfort that Marie hasn't felt in a long time.

All Marie could do was slowly nod her head, lips pressed in a thin line as she thought over Jordan's proposal. "Well... I don't want to get you sick."

Jordan just shrugged. "I'll deal."

Marie couldn't help but laugh at that. "and you say I'm stubborn."

Jordan laughs a bit as well, "Fine. Maybe we're both a bit stubborn."

Marie shakes her head, finally deciding to lie back on the bed, the exhaustion pulling on her bones. Her eyes drift close for a moment, before fluttering back open to meet Jordan's. They're looking down at her, a smile still on their face as they shake their head. "So fucking stubborn." They tease as they get up from the bed, grabbing their jacket and putting it back on. They then grabbed their stuff and began to head to the door.

Marie watches a bit confused. "Wait- we're you going?" She tried not to sound disappointed.

Jordan looked back, a soft smile still resting on their face. "Well, you haven't kicked me out yet, so I'm gonna go get you some medicine, more tissues, and cough drops. I'll be right back." They reassured, walking back over to give a quick peck on her forehead. "Also gonna grab a thermometer so I can properly take your temperature. You feel a bit warm." They said, rubbing her arm a bit before getting back up and heading to the door."

"wait!" Marie called, causing Jordan to stop and look back at her. "Do you think you could get me some soup as well? If it's not too much-"

Marie spoke shyly, really not wanting to ask too much of them, but Jordan swiftly cut her off. "Of course I will. What do you like? Chicken noodle?"

Marie nods, "creamy chicken noodle. From the can."

Jordan smiles, putting those beautiful dimples on display. "Perfect. I'll be back." They said, finally heading out the door.

Marie couldn't help the large smile, tugging at her lips. How did she get so lucky? Sure, her and Jordan weren't "official" by any means, but something told her that after this, things were gonna be different for the better.

Once Jordan came back, they both cuddled up on Marie's bed, eating soup and watching The Princess Bride on Marie's laptop. After that, anytime Marie would ask for something, Jordan would bow their head and say "as you wish," just like Westly would in the movie. They started it off as a joke, but continued, just to see Marie smile and laugh at it.

After a few days, Marie got better, just in time for Jordan to get sick. Which Marie did say "I told you so," only to return the favor and take care of Jordan (making sure to sanitize and wear a mask so she didn't get sick again. She refused to miss more classes). Marie also adopted the "as you wish", just to taunt Jordan back.

After that, there wasn't much question about what they were. They both knew they were more to each other than just casual sex. They loved each other, and would always be there when the other needed it. No matter how stubborn the other was about it.

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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed. I sort of just wrote this, stream of consciousness, so I hope it makes sense, lol. I wanted to write more, but was losing it a bit, so I just wrapped it up there. But yeah, thanks for the ask!! Love writing about these two so much. Hope you all have a good day.

Much love, 😎👍❤️

-PB

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Hey lovely author! I was wanting to make a request for Fred Weasley if that's alright! I was wondering if it could be like, based on the song Older by 5 seconds of Summer! If not that's ok, maybe it could be like the reader (she/her) is a Ravenclaw and she's never had a first kiss. She is best friends with Fred and George. She is in love with Fred, and he loves her too. They both kind of know but have been dancing around it and then something happens and he's her first kiss! You don't have to do this if you don't want to I understand! Have a wonderful day/night!💛💛💛

OMG! My first request and I love the idea so much! I’m so sorry this has taken me a bit but I wanted it to be perfect! I added a little angst spin on it, but if you want a shorter more wholesome version, pls let me know :) P.S. I had never heard this song before and now I’m OBSESSED. I have so many ideas for this so if you want me to write another I would be happy to!

Older - Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

Warnings: Little jealousy, all fluff!

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You and Fred have known each other a very long time and you have a crush on him for years. When the Yule Ball comes around, he asks Angelina Johnson to go with him. Little do you know, that’s not who he wanted to ask.

"Y/n! It's filch! Come on!" Fred says as he grabs your hand. You run, guided by the man dragging you down the hallway. The portraits wizz by as you chase the red headed brothers around the victorian hallways, sparing glances behind you to make sure you are evading a boil covered filch. 

You were a year younger than the twins. Shortly after you were sorted, you were trying to find Ravenclaw tower when you finally gave up and asked the help of a tall red headed boy leaning against the wall.

"I'm so sorry, I can't seem to find my way around" you started "do you happen to know where Ravenclaw tower is?"

He smiled politely, "I'm afraid I can't help you, see I'm a Gryffindoor myself and still barely know my way around."

You looked down sheepishly "oh, sorry to bother you..." you started to walk away in no particular direction

"Wait, hey!" he shouted. You turned around on your heel to see him walking towards you.

"Sorry I just realized I never asked your name" He stuck out his hand "I'm Fred Weasley, at your service" you shook his hand and he bowed down eccentrically, making you giggle.

"Y/n y/l/n, pleasure to meet you" you returned his bow with an eccentric curtsey and he laughed to himself.

"Lets see if I can help you find where you are going, y/n" 

That night, you walked around lost for at least 2 hours laughing and talking when you finally arrived at the door. 

"You have to meet George, y/n!" he said as walked you up the stairs toward the common room.

"It seems so! If he's anything like you, we will get along just fine! Oh-" you slapped your head "of course he is gonna be like you, he's your twin brother!" 

You both chuckled and he made you pinky promise that you would meet him and george in the great hall the next day. You went to your dorm and went to bed, thinking about how you haven't laughed so much in years.

That was 5 years ago. You three had been inseparable ever since that night. You stayed at the burrow last summer and met their family. You had felt more at home there than you ever have with your own family. 

You realized that you couldn't ever be without either of the twins, but Fred especially. You realized your massive crush on him as a second year, but you didn't want to ruin the amazing friendship you two had grown into. You said this year that you were going to tell him, really tell him how you felt. Then again, you said you were going to do it last year too. 

You finally stop running when you hit the entrance to gryffindoor tower, painfully aware of how Fred still had a hold of your hand. You let go quickly and look down to hide your embarrassment. You lean against the wall, heaving to catch your breath. 

"We need to go to bed, the first task of the tournament is tommorow. Do you still need help getting bets?" you ask. Many students were betting on who would win the first challenge of the tri-wizard tournament. Of course, the twins decided to make money off it.

"We already have 50 bets placed!" George said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, we are gonna make a mint off this!" Fred agreed.

"Go to bed, goofballs" you say looking each of them in the eye. "Don't get caught!" you call out as head toward your common room for the night. 

"We won't!" they say in unison.

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You lean on your arm as you see the last of the student's trickling into the big empty space. All the heads of the Hogwarts houses were supposed to teach us all… something, but no one knew what. You chatted with the 4th year you've become good friends with, Luna Lovegood. 

You look up just in time to see professor Flitwick dragging a gramophone double the size of himself into the large room.

"Luna, any idea what this is about?" you asked, breaking her out of a trance.

"Maybe they finally listened to my idea of using music to keep the nargles away. They are everywhere this time of year you know" Luna says in her usual dreamy voice, proceeding to go back into deep thought. In all the time you’ve known her, you still didn’t know what a nargle is.

“Attention! Attention Ravenclaw students!” Flitwick squeaked out. “I have been asked to share another tradition of the Tri-wizard tournament with you all today….” He paused for a moment before clarifying “A dance!”

All students turned and murmured in excitement. Hogwarts had never had a dance so long as you had been there. Your mind wandered to the twins, wondering if they were hearing the same thing. Knowing them, they already figured out a way to profit off it.

“Attention!” Flitwick squeaked once again. “So as not to embarrass ourselves, we will be practicing our dancing during this time. Please find a partner, and I will teach you how to do so properly!”

Everyone around you gets up and starts heading toward someone, even Luna. You didn’t know many boys in your own house so you found one of the other 5th years you knew from potions. You spent the hour or so trying not to step on his feet while he was trying to do the same. By the end of it, you had laughed with him a bit and promised to help him write one of professor Snape’s awful essays.

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“Y/N!!!!” You hear someone shout from the other end of the hallway. You look up from your book to see Fred and George running at you. You just stay there until you realize they aren’t stopping. You try to move out of the way when Fred and George both pick you up.

“Put me down!! You know I hate it when you do that!” You whine.

“Sorry Y/n, couldn’t resist seeing your face” George says.

They set you down on your feet and you go over to the bench you were sitting on before the rude interruption. You put a bookmark in your book and stuff it in your bag.

“Reading? At a time like this?! Merlin’s beard y/n, you should be out getting a date to the ball!” George says as he snatched your book bag from you.

“Isn’t it more customary for the boys to ask the girls George? And for god’s sakes stop holding my book bag over your head! I have homework to do!” You say as you jump for the book bag you can’t reach. “Speaking of which, why are you two coming to bother me if you have dates to go get?” You ask. You felt your heartbeat quicken. You were hoping with everything in you that Fred would ask you to go.

“Well I already have a date” George starts “It’s dear Freddie here that needs some help!” He hands your book bag down to you and you all start instinctively walking towards the great hall for dinner.

“Is that right? Something stopping you from turning up the charm Fred?” You tease, trying to get an answer out of him.

“You first y/n!” He teases back, nudging you with his elbow.

“I have to go talk with Luna, talk to you guys after supper?” You ask.

“Deal!” The twins say in unison as they walk to Gryffindoor table.

Maybe if you got the time after dinner, you could ask Fred to the ball. If you could get over your nerves that is. Ravenclaw is clever, but not always the bravest. You were hoping Luna could help you figure out a plan.

“Just ask him straight forward, y/n. You’ve known him for years, something like that couldn’t end a 5 year long friendship.” Luna said. You knew she was probably right, but your nerves made the advice hard to follow.

“Okay, I’m gonna do it!” You told her nervously.

The end of the dinner hour just came and you were supposed to meet with the twins. You could feel your throat close up. Your heartbeat was in your stomach.

“Now or never” you mutter to yourself.

“Hey wait up!” You called after the twins.

Now or never

Now or never

They didn’t hear you and kept walking around the corner where you normally met after dinner. They looked like they were having a heated conversation. You have seen the twins argue, but this looked different.

You stopped behind a pillar. Far away enough that they couldn’t see you, but close enough to hear them.

“Fred what were you thinking!” You heard George say. “She would’ve said yes you bloody idiot!”

“You don’t know that!” Fred quipped back.

They both looked around making sure no one was there.

“Why did you ask Angelina to the ball?! Are you mad?!” George said angrily

Your heart dropped.

He asked Angelina to the ball.

He asked Angelina Johnson to the ball.

Tears welt up in your eyes. You tried your best not to sniffle in order to give away that you were listening. You slid down on the wall and sat on the floor, not daring to do anything else. Just for a moment, you look around the corner.

“You have liked Y/n for years Fred! Merlin…” George trails off.

“I know…” Fred replied, looking down at his shoes in guilt. “What do I do now?”

“I don’t know.” George said solemnly. “Where is she anyway? She was supposed to meet us after dinner…” He stopped as he locked eyes with your tear filled ones. You got up as quick as you could, fleeing across the hallway. “Y/n wait!” George called out to you.

You could barely hear anything. Adrenaline running so fast everything was muffled. You looked back only to realize you left your bag where you were hiding earlier. Fred ran to pick it up just as you ran to get it.

“Y/n, y/n please” Fred started

“No it’s fine, I’m over reacting” You laughed dryly through your tears, not looking Fred in the eye as you grabbed your bag. “Please, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have ease dropped, I’m just gonna go to bed”

You grabbed your things and fled to your house. You were sitting on your bed when it all hit you. This wasn’t the end of the world, but you couldn’t stop crying. You rolled over and just tried to get some rest. You could deal with this tomorrow, but tonight it was too much.

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You hadn’t spoken to Fred since then. You would exchange awkward ‘Hello’s and ‘How are you’d, but not like you used to.

George came by the next morning to check on you and brought you coffee for your early morning class. He clearly felt sorry for you and apologized for everything.

“You can’t apologize for something that never was, George. But I appreciate you trying”

Now it was time to walk into that ball. You decided to go alone and meet up with friends there. Your dress was a beautiful blue gown. A dark blue bodice topped the dress as the long sparkling material became a lighter blue as it went down. You couldn’t imagine anything better to represent you and your house, except for maybe someone to appreciate it.

You descended the large steps in the great hall as your dress flowed with your delicate steps. You waltzed into the winter decorated hall, amazed at the time and care they had taken for this. You caught a lot of attention, but you could only notice Fred’s eyes on you. His mouth parted slightly as he looked at you and nudged George with his arm. He looked at you with amazement in his eyes as well.

You found your friends at a table in the corner of the hall. You made jokes and laughed a lot more than you expected to, but still felt sick to your stomach. The food served on the table looked delicious, but just as you were going to dive in you watched Fred take Angelina to the dance floor. Suddenly you weren’t very hungry anymore.

Hours passed and you were on the dance floor with your friends, dancing to some fast paced tune you didn’t recognize.

“Y/n, we are going to get some fresh air!” They yelled over the loud music “Wanna come?”

“I think I’ll just grab some punch and sit down for a bit, you guys go ahead!” You yelled back, fighting to get out of the crowd. You headed toward the punch table and grabbed a glass. You then sat in the deserted corner you had been sitting in earlier. You watched as the crowd dwindled down, and more and more left with their dates.

You found a somber looking Fred talking to Angelina. He kept fiddling when he was talking, which you found odd because he was never nervous. She put a hand on his shoulder and muttered what you could barely read as ‘I understand’. You then watched as Angelina walked away from Fred, leaving the hall. As if on cue, the song switched to a much slower melody. One that you recognized. One of your favorite muggle songs was playing.

I don't wanna get older Without your head on my shoulder On the day that you leave me I'll forever be bleeding, love

He crossed the room straight towards you. You set down your glass and prepared to get up when you saw him almost run to get to you.

“Wait please y/n don’t leave” He pleaded. You turned around standing right in front of him. “I told her to leave.” He breathed out.

“What?” You asked.

“I told her to leave, Angelina” He said almost as if he was out of breath. “I told her that I needed to go with you, and that if I didn’t do this… I would regret it for the rest of my life.”

You stood there, shocked. Your eyes ran him over. He had brand new dress robes and his hair gelled back. You could hear him swallow hard, waiting for you to react. He instead extended his hand.

“Dance with me?”

“Always” you breathed out, taking his hand.

He took your hand and guided you out to the dance floor, spinning you around the face him and putting his hands on your waist. You put your arms around his neck and rested your head on his chest. You could feel the vibrations as he hummed the melody to the soothing song.

As forever comes closer Hope the world will spin slower I don't wanna get older

You held onto him like it was the last thing you would ever do. Your bodies rocked side to side, the natural feeling of you two together overwhelmed you. You raised your head from his chest to look into his eyes and he raised one of his hands to cup your cheek.

Our love is tailor-made But we let the edges fray Your wicked smile, it says it all Mixed with my sad and cynical

“I love you, Freddie” You say, barely above a whisper.

He leaned down and brought his mouth to your ear “I love you too, y/n.”

He raised his head just enough so that your noses were touching. He started to lean forward when you stopped him.

“Freddie I’ve never…” You looked down, feeling a wave of shyness.

He took his hand and raised your chin. “May I do the honors?” He said sweetly. You nodded.

Before you knew what happened he tilted his head and gently touched his lips to yours. Time froze and you just stayed in that moment forever, the contact taking the breath from your lungs immediately. You were drawn back to reality as he broke the contact, but lingered around very close to you.

You tangle one hand in his fiery red hair and pull him slightly closer and make contact again, more confident this time. You could feel him smile into the kiss. Eventually you broke to breath once again.

“What took you so long?” You tease him. A smile brightening up both of your faces as you buried your head in his chest again.

I don't wanna get older Without your head on my shoulder On the day that you leave me I'll forever be bleeding love As forever comes closer Hope the world will spin slower I don't wanna get older I don't wanna get older

Now on AO3

[pansy-picnics]

SHE IS SO NERODIVERGENT OMG. i pretty much described the first few episodes to my friend as “rapunzel is autistic and no one else knows how to handle an autistic person” pffft. she’s just so. gosh. she’s so full of love :( she went through so much for her Entire life up until now but she’s still so full of love and passion and sometimes that’s what end up being her downfall, because no one else is taking the time to understand her and they misinterpret how she acts on her care for them. but she just wants to help people :((

SHES SOOO AUTISTIC AND THATS LIKE. HONESTLY I FEEL LIKE THATS ONE OF THE BEST PARTS OF HOW THE SHOW ENDED UP PORTRAYING HER bc it definitely has a lot of flaws but like. she has a lot of traits that neurotypical people would typically consider “childish” or “immature” but the show doesn’t infantilize her for it and as an autistic person thats something that makes me really warm and fuzzy inside…..i think she should be Weirder and i think everyone should love her for it!!!!! AND I THINK THEY DO!!!! i will never let go of the idea that cass and varian despite everything they went through will be in her life forever. they care way too deeply abt each other to just let go because of a misunderstanding on rapunzel’s part!!!!! also cass has a massive gay crush on her so she couldn’t remove her from her life even if she tried /j

nothing about rapunzel is neurotypical and i stand by that tbh. its not even just the missing social cues things its the way she’s so in touch with the world,,, like the way shes always barefoot bc shoes feel weird and restricting? like THAT’S AUTISM? literally i have an autistic friend who’s sensory seeking and she said the exact same thing SHE’S JUST AUTISTIC BRO

sorry i can actually go SO in depth on how exactly i think rapunzel’s autism presents. like she’s the kind of autistic who’s really soothed by deep pressure and thats what she always gives everyone big tight bear hugs bc gothel never let her do that but she’s just trying to share that comfort it always gives her. (varian is like this too so they always squeeze each other SOOO tight when they hug and it looks really uncomfortable from an outside perspective but they’re both THRILLED.) she’s the kind of person who has tons of vocal stims and is always bouncing around in some way. she bites people but like Lovingly. she loves weird smells like rubbing alcohol and people have to take it away from her bc they don’t want her to inhale the fumes for too long. when she was a kid she climbed all over EVERYTHING she climbed on the tower roof a lot too if it weren’t for gothel’s gaslighting she would’ve figured out a way to escape by the time she was like 6 years old. she’s hyper emphatic in the way that she grows super attached to inanimate objects. she enjoys trying the most batshit food combinations just to see what they taste like and she usually ends up enjoying them. she’s banned from the kitchen bc once she put ketchup on a hard boiled egg. she’s the kinda person who only uses swears for Special Occasions.

i actually have this one cassunzel fic bookmarked that’s mostly focused on autistic rapunzel and i hold it SOOOO close to my heart i think about it literally all the time ITS CANON TO ME OK. SHE HAS A COMFORT BLANKET AND ITS THE ONE SHE WAS WRAPPED IN WHEN GOTHEL TOOK HER FROM THE CASTLE…..IT HAS THE SUN CREST ON IT AND THATS HOW SHE STARTED PAINTING IT. IT MAKES ME SCREAM AND CRY AND THROW UP BC I HAD A COMFORT BLANKET WHEN I WAS A KID AND I COULDN’T SLEEP WITHOUT IT. AUGHHH.

rapunzel is the sweetest person in thw world i wholeheartedly believe everyone loves her. LIKE SHE BASICALLY REDEEMED *counting on my fingers* LIKE AT LEAST 6 CRIMINALS??? PROBABLY MORE??? and at the same time shes so Weird. like i think shes weird in a very specific way that doesn’t even have anything to do with the autism shes just kind of a freak bc like she grew up in a tower for 18 years ofc she is. like i think shes so infatuated with the world as a whole she loves Everything shed treat the worlds most venomous creature like a little puppy. whenever eugene is screaming about bugs in the castle shes like “awwwww little guy :(“ and goes and picks him up and brings him outside. shes like holding a tarantula the size of her hand like “eugene how could you be scared of this little face :(“ and eugene’s like “Blondie we need to burn this whole castle down”

its basically canon too like remember that one scene in beginnings where she brought that whole fucking wolf out from the woods and he just didn’t even bother her like they were chill. all animals are chill with rapunzel like that.

but also she probably ate bugs once like one day she got really bored in the tower and she saw pascal eating a bug and shes like “Oh huh i bet it must taste good” and so she just tried eating a couple of bugs because she could. and yknow what she probably liked it too but the only reason she doesn’t anymore is bc she feels bad for the bugs.

i also think she was weird in a sense that like…when she was in the tower something about her always just seemed a little Off yk? something about the way she stared or her body language…it was because of the abuse ofc. but like she generally had this very porcelain doll look to her. like she was so slim and frail (malnourished) and she was strangely pale and the few freckles over her nose just seemed Too perfect. everything about her just looked untouchable, unreal, almost uncanny…..something abt it just made you uneasy but you could never put your finger on Why. and i think it’s especially clear when people look at her like ten or so years down the line…she’s much healthier, shes got some more weight on her, she looks much more comfortable in her body. she always has the biggest grin on her face. she’s got a light tan and shes absolutely COVERED in freckles from head to toe. scars and birthmarks and stretch marks on her skin tell this story of the life she’s lived and what she’s seen. she’s covered in tattoos, all designed herself (because you cant convince me she wouldn’t go CRAZY as soon as she finds out about tattoos ok.) shes always bouncing around everywhere, theres happiness literally RADIATING from her and shes so bright it’s blinding….

GOD she makes me so emotional. she is just so full of love and joy……….she draws pascal with freckles so they match……her favorite color is all of them….she’d sacrifice her life for all of her friends any day. she totally gets all huffy when her loved ones try to care for her when shes sick because she doesn’t want them to get sick too. yk the way everyone talks abt princess diana like thats how everyone in the tangled universe talks abt rapunzel i feel. i’m just. FUCK. PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH.

[13eyond13]

What headcannons do you have on B during his career (for a lack of a better word) as a serial killer? To me, he's like one of the funniest characters but also the most pathetic in the most poetic try-hard way. Why do you think he's such a try-hard? He's coping but what is he coping from?

OMG B!!! Haven't thought about my favourite stupid son B enough lately, so thank you for this ask....

So he's a try-hard because he is probably VERY INSECURE, to be blunt. He probably has very little sense of self-worth or a concrete sense of identity outside of trying to one-up L, and he takes that to the extreme in a highly comical way. He's also no doubt traumatized from his insane childhood as a shinigami hybrid who watched many people (including both his parents) die while knowing they were going to die / was also raised very weirdly and abusively/experimentally at Wammy's and made to feel like he was only worth something if he could be as smart and talented as the legendary L. In his mind he decided that creating his own destiny would be better and rebelled against that expectation by being like, "why be the next L when instead I could DEFEAT L by creating a brilliant crime that he can't possibly solve?"

ANYWAY there's a reason he is the most creepypasta villain / emo boi / dark academia darling of the fandom, and that highly melodramatic backstory is a huge part of it - which I DO love dearly in its own mid 2000s way, even though I also sometimes sigh at it because of the extra villainous cartoony edge it adds to L's backstory, and don't always want to take it very seriously as part of L's characterization in the manga plot...

So on my most recent re-read of the LABB novel, I feel I was a bit struck by just how... Not Good B's impression of L actually is? And this was kind of hilarious to me to think about. I feel like when I was younger and really into shipping LxB I read it just as "clearly B has a massive crush on L and is doing his best to imitate him perfectly because he hero worships him and sincerely wants to be him so bad!" HOWEVER this time around I remember thinking something along the lines of "wow, this feels almost like B just googled how to cosplay L and then lazily threw something together 5 minutes before crawling under the bed", hahaha. So he either just kinda sucks at imitating L (and maybe so, but he also managed to trick the families of the victims into letting him investigate the crime scenes, so he's probably not THAT bad at acting when he wants to be?) or maybe he's intentionally trying to make a mockery of L. It is ALSO FASCINATING from a psychological POV to imagine he's just being a troll about it all and trying to make fun of L with how he behaves! Like! Was he intentionally mocking L with his impression of him to somebody who would never even get the stupid joke in the first place? If that's the case, it's excruciatingly cringy to me that nobody even gets his joke the entire time, hahaha.... poor Naomi suffered more than Jesus at some points during that investigation, I swear...

B trying to do a scathing impression of L to somebody who has never even met him before:

ANYWAYS. I think that whatever the case, he PROBABLY hoped/expected L himself was going to show up to the crime scene to confront him, at any rate. And so therefore he probably initially dressed up as L not to genuinely pass to anybody as L, but maybe expecting to do some ominous dark mirror/ arch-nemesis big reveal shit to L?? Perhaps once he realized that Naomi was the only one coming / was working for L he just changed gears a bit and decided he'd just lead her through the clues as best he could while trying out this cosplay of the guy that he wants to offend most, but this is in my mind pretty much how it must have gone.

One of my fave headcanons about him is that he re-read that crossword puzzle he made / that the police threw out without solving SO MANY times while he was sweating off his makeup under the bed, as well... that's why he had to show it to Naomi as soon as he got out... he was like "I PUT A LOT OF WORK INTO THIS DAMMIT, and SOMEBODY is going to appreciate it" hahahaha. Ohhh, B....

[lambertdiary]

i just finished reading your fics and i love your writing!! can i request one where dalton paints reader for an art project or something like that? thank you 🫶🏻

A/N: omg thank you so much!! i’m glad you’re enjoying my writing and thank you so much for your request! also i’m so sorry, this is a lot shorter than i intended but hopefully you’ll still like it, pls let me know what you think <3

Word count: 1k+

Warnings: fluff

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Muse

Talent. That's the word professor Armagan used to describe Dalton. 

Of course everyone in her class was talented, there’s a reason they were in art school and not failing, but Armagan was captivated by Dalton’s creations since the moment he stepped into her class. So she is always looking forward to seeing what he is gonna do next. 

“For next week, I want you to look deep into your heart and find your very own muse” Armagan said turning the projector off “I wanna see how you perceive someone you love, someone who inspires you, someone who ignites your creativity and use it to make something so personal only you could truly understand it”

Dalton’s mind instantly went to Y/N, he already takes a lot of inspiration from her, thinking about the little details that make her so unique and beautiful and incorporating them into his art. He gathered his things as the professor dismissed the class, in his mind already making a plan on how to ask Y/N to be his muse without it sounding weird or creepy about it.

Luckily, she promised to help him put up new paintings on his wall so maybe he could ask her then. He just had to figure out how… and build up the courage to.

Later that day, after collecting what he wanted on his wall, he heard a knock on the door. His hands started sweating and his heart started beating faster. Why was he feeling so nervous? Well, he had a massive crush on his friend, and he was almost 100% sure she already knew it but if she didn’t, this might be the confirm she needed.

“Hi” He nervously said as he opened the door, finding her standing on the other side with a big smile  “Sorry for the mess”

“Please, we’ve seen worse” Y/N replied entering the room “I wasn’t sure what you use to mount things on your wall so I bought a few options”

Dalton watched as Y/N pulled out different mounting tapes from her backpack “This one will work” He said grabbing one “I don’t really have that many things to put up so this should be quick”

Y/N dropped her belongings and took a step closer to him “That’s okay, do you have everything ready?”

“I do” Dalton pointed to the other bed, where a few of his sketches laid flat on the mattress to keep them from wrinkling. Grabbing a big one, he walked towards the other wall, mentally arranging the pieces before committing to mounting tape. He stood there for a while without saying a word, just scanning his wall and the sketches already in it.

“I’m guessing you didn’t think this through” Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder, looking over it at the board he was holding ‘Woah’ She thought to herself.

“I thought I did but I don’t think I have enough space” He chuckled, going back to the bed and grabbing a new one. This time a smaller one.

Y/N followed him and wondered what the rest of the sketches were “May I?” She waited for Dalton’s permission before looking through the drawings.

“Are these new?” Y/N asked, admiring the pieces in front of her. They were awfully beautiful. She has seen his art before, like a million times, but it never failed to amaze her. She was impressed at his ability to portray emotions so clearly and she loved how he found beauty in the little things.

“Yeah” He confirmed before clearing his throat “Listen, professor Armagan asked us to make something… inspired by someone” He shook his head in disapproval at his poor attempt to explain his homework.

“Mhm” Y/N hummed, not really paying attention to the words falling from his mouth, her mind was still focusing on Dalton’s new pieces.

“Like a muse I guess” He continued “That’s the word Armagan used, so I was wondering if I could maybe, uh- draw you or something like that, only if it’s not too weird, hopefully it isn’t. Anyway, I just wanted to ask you first, seems like the right thing to do” He started babbling but Y/N knew exactly what he was asking. She raised her eyebrows in amusement.

“You wanna draw me like one of your french girls?” Y/N asked as a joke, using a fake accent.

“What?” Dalton’s pure expression of shock made Y/N laugh  “No- I just- I didn’t mean it like that”

She burst into laughter “You’re cute” She said, and Dalton felt his face turn red. He lowered his head, his long hair covering his current state “You can, but you better make me pretty”

Dalton looked at her, meeting her eyes as he weighed his potential answers carefully. Nearly all of them seemed suggestive and that’s the last thing he wanted right now “I won’t, I could never”

“Good, so how do you wanna do this?” Y/N sat on the chair next to her, crossing her legs.

“You don’t have to stay here and pose, if that’s what you’re worried about”

“Not what I’m worried about” She whispered.

“I was thinking you could share with me your favorite picture of yourself and I would work something out” Y/N grew a little self conscious as she thought of Dalton staring at her picture for too long “Or is that too creepy?” He asked in a worried tone after not receiving an answer. 

“No, it’s not” Y/N reassured him with a chuckle “I’m sure I can find one you can use” Y/N pulled out her phone as she navigated her gallery.

“Are you sure?” 

“Oh my god, Dalton. You need to calm down” Y/N stood up and rested her hands on Dalton’s shoulders “I’m sure you’ll do an amazing job, as always” Giving him a soft smile, she sat on his bed signaling for him to take the spot next to her “I’m honestly excited to see it, and I’m glad i’m finally getting a spot on that wall”

[klausinamarink]

klausi!! 🤍 i wanna bombard you with all these prompts but!!

91 "Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it." and/or 12 "I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

or

64 "Can I hold your hand?” and/or 79 "i like being close to you. you’re warm."

am i being too demanding :/ feel free to ignore this mwah! 🫶

dio!!! omg so great to hear from you! And don’t you worry you’re not demanding! these prompts are fantastic and I hope I did them justice for you 🫡 hope you can excuse the slight length and lateness

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Steve loves Eddie.

It’s a fact as obvious as the monsters underneath everyone’s feet that haunted his sleeping state for years. It’s the truth that he has since accepted as part of something under his heart and bones, but is well too aware that if released, it can be ugly for everyone else.

Even with Robin, Steve just knows that if he even mumbles a fucking vowel, her first reaction would be, “Eddie would not like you.”

Okay, that’s just disrespectful to his platonic soulmate. Her first reaction would definitely be happy gasping, begging for details, using his love advice against him and strike multiple tally marks on the YOU RULE whiteboard.

But everyone else? Yeah, Steve can already see the disgust and contempt on their faces.

It would hurt more if Eddie’s one of them.

But fuck it. Steve’s always been the ‘rip the bandaid off’ kind of guy, especially when it comes to crushes. That’s why he’s going to tell Eddie first, future heartbreak and emotional breakdown be damned.

So here he is: driving down the road to the countryside that’s more farmland than actual farmhouses to the new Munson home.

And just as if the gods are giving him pity, Eddie’s already in the long driveway, leading Lucky out of the horse trailer.

It had surprised everyone that Eddie’s new job post-Vecna was a farmhand for a nearby horse ranch. But there’s not really a lot of other positions in Hawkins that would accept a falsely accused man who now hates the town even more for the witch hunt. The ranch on the other hand hadn’t cared much about Eddie’s history and had been quick to hire him for training shortly after the move.

Steve parks on the roadside just front of the house. Eddie seems too attentive with Lucky to notice his car yet, a gloved hand always petting the horse’s snout as he gently pulls the reins to the direction of the massive yard. Eddie has a gentle smile on his face, the one where the dimples show and gives him a little glow to the face.

It makes Steve smile too.

Eddie just looks so much happier. 

He takes a deep breath and gets out of the car, the chilly November air and horse stink welcoming him. That snaps Eddie’s attention towards him, the smile breaking into a grin.

“Steve!” He cries out with a quick wave. Lucky gives a rather loud snort in greeting. 

“Hey, Eds.” Steve waves back before jerking a chin up to the golden-brown horse as he walks up. “Taking Lucky to a timeout again?”

Eddie snorts, shaking his head, “I swear this horse either likes me more or he’s being a bastard on purpose for his owners.”

Apparently, out of all of the horses in the ranch, Lucky is the more “devil’s child” (which Eddie had described with a voice of an old Texas man). Steve hasn’t witnessed the actions himself, but the stories range from nipping other horses to clomping the front of a vehicle into smithereens for no reason except for an undisclosed hatred to the human race.

So predictably, Eddie is one of the very few humans who have the privilege to be Lucky’s close friends. 

(“Honestly, I think this horse is an agent from the Upside Down. Steve, listen to me. I’ve faced a hoard of demobats but that horse scares me.” Eddie tells him one afternoon, just a week after being the new ranch hire. Steve listens to it all, but his eyes are on the ever wild gestures and lit cigarette dangerously close to burning his hair.

“If you’re afraid of it, then hasn’t it like,” Steve makes his best impression of a horse stomping someone to death.

Eddie snorts, taking a drag of his cigarette. “I guess I’m a braver motherfucker than I thought or Lucky just likes me better than the normal folk.”

I like you better too. Way more than the whole town. It’s not Steve’s first thought and it’s far from the last one he wishes to say alo.)

As Eddie leads Lucky alongside the fence of the pasture, Steve follows from behind, keeping a very safe distance from Lucky and his back legs of severe injury. Then Eddie opens the gate, letting Lucky run into the pasture. 

Steve puts his arms on the fence, watching the horse gallop around and kicking up dirt clouds. He looks over at Eddie, who’s mirroring him but his gaze is on Steve. He smiles again, making Steve’s heart do a double flip.

“What is it?” Steve asks.

Eddie doesn’t answer. He only shuffles closer until their sides are pressing to each other. Then he tucks his chin onto Steve’s shoulder, his nose brushing the cheek. “I like being close to you. You’re warm.” Eddie finally says in a hushed voice like he’s sharing a secret.

Steve almost says it.

He almost tells Eddie, “I love you.”

But the words don’t come out. They feel blocked in his mouth. Like there’s one last gate to go through and Steve can’t find the key for it. It feels like he’s back in high school, fresh faced and still navigating the brutal castle that would chew him up and spit him out.

It feels frustrating that when the perfect opportunity for the confession is literally leaning against him, he can’t say it.

He’s scared now. That he’ll spit it out like an afterthought or say something like “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified” and have Eddie push him under Lucky’s hooves of death. 

Eddie’s still looking at him. His eyes are hooded but cautious. He looks vulnerable. With the rays of sunlight still shining behind him, he looks beautiful.

Steve glances down at their hands. They hang limp over the fence, their pinkies barely touching. He swallows and says in a similar hushed voice, “Can I hold your hand?”

Eddie’s expression warms, his smile turning more tender. He takes off his gloves and slowly wraps his hand around Steve’s. His palm feels too smooth and sweaty with his pulse going wild. 

It’s honestly perfect.

“This okay?” Eddie whispers.

Steve resists the urge to pinch between his eyebrows, hoping to blink away the sudden tears. “Yeah.”

Later, he would finally tell Eddie the three blessed words.

[the-fucking-cannibal]

I love your artwork so much, especially the Kaeloo cast! 🩷 Do you have any headcanons for Pretty Eugly or Olaf?

OMG Thank you so much for this question Anon, I love oversharing my headcanons, I can't believe somebody's finally asking me this aaaaaaa! 😭🩷

Ok so starting off by Pretty:

I really like the idea of her dropping the "girly" stuff as she gets older and finally being able to explore her "masculine" side; not being afraid of getting dirty, playing a lot of sports, not caring about her makeup or clothes anymore. She's a tomboy your honor, i rest my case!

I also like to think she's had a massive crush on Kaeloo for the longest time ever. They always exchange messages at night and call each other back and forth even just to hear each other's voices, Pretty doesn't like to admit it but she's down bad for her 💘

Eugly loves to tease her about her crush but she's very supportive of her identity and exploration, boys don't do it for her anymore 💅

Pretty is a complex character for many reasons, the main being her growth and leaving the "Regina George" stereotype behind and finally accepting that being a girl and not being always pretty and perfect and liked is OK! I think she's always tried to follow toxic influences and standards on social media to fit in, but recently she's been exploring a new side of herself that is different, more open and chill, and with less filters!

As for Eugly:

She's a metal head. Periodt.

She absolutely has a motorcycle ✨

Her and Coin-coin go on concert dates together, they're both dark and i love for them to be a metal couple 🩷

She knows how to play the drums, wishes to be in a proper band one day

Piercings. Many piercings.

Now here's my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE, Olaf:

I think Olaf is a very complex character, probably one of the most detailed and mysterious ones after Mr.Chat

I believe Olaf hides a LOT about his past, there's probably many things that we still don't know about his life, family and backstory (just the tip of the iceberg, pun intended)

I believe he's a man who suffered a lot, and probably who's still in pain to this day. I can't help but feel like he's always masking his inner worries and insecurities at times: his fear of the future, of being separated from his wife, nostalgia for his home and the life he left behind, and a LOT of guilt

I also feel like deep down he's always wanted to start a family and have children but clearly he cannot, and that always hurts him a little

He probably has a history of crimes or bad actions behind his back too, things he's done that he's probably not very proud of right now. I think he sometimes closes himself up and acts as cold as ice in order to forget about his past mistakes and actions and all the people he's hurt. He can't cancel the past but he's certainly working to do better and become a better man right now, and i truly appreciate it

Dominating the world was probably part of his evil past and sadistic nature, he's suffered a lot and he used to think inflicting pain on others would fill the void in his chest

He knows he's getting old and altho he always acts natural and calm about it deep down i feel like he has a fear of dying and leaving Olga alone, he's terrified by the idea of her not having someone to look after her (Hence why he puts so much trust into Sergueï to protect her once he'll pass away)

His full name is Olaf Ogievich

He smokes a lot. Especially the pipe and the cigar

He needs a hug. Desperately.

[cryptidghostgirl]

Omg <3

Well I’d be obsessed with a fluffy Tyler x reader fic where they both are in jericho’s theater, and they both get the lead roles in a romance play. Through a bunch of rehearsals and stuff they eventually catch feelings 🥰 the play can be whatever you want btw, just preferably a show with a cute romance lol <3

I love this prompt. We're doing and musical of Anastasia.

Once Upon a December (soft!Tyler x Reader)

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x Reader

Warnings: high school au. everybody is in school together. dont worry about it.

Word Count: 1794

Status: Unedited

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Tyler hadn't wanted to audition but, part of the punishment for his acting out meant that he had to start participating in extra curriculars and being an extra in some musical didn't seem so bad. Everything was going to plan, he had auditioned, sang the little song, massively fucked up the dance on purpose, and then, somehow, everything had gone to shit and he had gotten the male lead: Dimitri. Tyler had no idea how it'd happened but now here he was, at the first reading.

The school wasn't a very big one so even if you weren't friends with someone, you still knew who they were. For example, Tyler had never said a word to the girl but when she entered the room and sat in the seat next to him which bore the name tag 'Anastasia' during the first read through of the script, he still knew her name was Y/n L/n.

Tyler had always viewed Y/n as someone a lot more on the reserved side. She was a music kid, always hanging around with the other tortured teenage artists like Xavier Thorpe and Wednesday Addams. However, after only a few rehearsals, Tyler had begun to think that she was perfectly cast.

Anastasia as a character was headstrong, a little snotty, rude at times, and above all a know it all. So was Y/n. She always had to be right, correcting him when he forgot his blocking, whispering notes to him, even going so far as to grab his script right out of his hands and write things in it, muttering about how irritating he was all the while.

Tyler couldn't help but notice that he was the only one she acted this way towards. Sure, he was new to the mostly rotating group of theater kids the school was home to but he couldn't help himself wishing he was welcome to sit with Xavier, Bianca, and Y/n when they were given breaks or that he could even ask Y/n to go over lines with him.

The first time he'd performed his character Dimitri's solo song My Petersburg for the rest of the cast, he could feel her eyes drilling into him. Y/n, the perfectionist, even got yelled at when they were learning their duet In a Crowd of Thousands for not being able to get into character.

"You're supposed to be in love!" the music director had said, frustration evident in his every word, "act like it!"

After their first full run through of the whole show without scripts, the cast had held a party. It had been a Friday so of course there was loud music and too many drinks and even some drugs. Tyler was surprised he'd been invited at all, even more surprised still when Bianca who played the Countess Lily, dragged him off the front porch of whoever's house they were at and forced him to join a circle for truth or dare.

Everyone was drunk, doing stupid things and making too much noise. Ajax who was apparently part of the stage crew, was forced to drink a whole bottle of ketchup. Devina, the Dowager Empress, revealed she had a crush on one of the schools many football players. Xavier had to streak across the backyard. When Tyler got picked, he chose truth and had to admit why he even auditioned in the first place.

Now that it was his turn to ask questions, he turned his hazy gaze directly on Y/n who sat across from him, cheeks flushed and a mostly empty bottle in her hand.

"Y/n." he began, "Truth or dare?"

She turned away from Xavier who she'd been speaking to and looked lazily across at him.

"Truth." she stated after a moment, crossing her arms on the table and leaning forward, "ask me anything Galpin."

"Why do you hate me?" the words had slipped from his mouth before he could stop them.

Y/n looked incredibly taken aback and stayed silent for a moment before hiding her face in her arms.

"it's embarrassing!" she whined and Xavier patted her back as the rest of the cast and crew cheered her on.

"You gotta answer." Bianca laughed, elbowing Y/n who sat back up.

Her cheeks were somehow even redder then they had been before as she made eye contact with Tyler once more.

"I..." she looked away, "The truth is, I didn't audition for Anastasia. I wanted to play Dimitri. I auditioned for him and I didn’t get him but somehow you, who had never been in a single show before and were apparently being forced to be here, you who were trying to sabotage yourself and get ensemble, you Tyler got him. And I got Anastasia. I mean, I’m grateful, I love her character and I grew up watching the movie so it’s definitely cool to get to play her but….”

“why did you want to play Dimitri so badly?” Tyler asked and Y/n looked up at him.

“I answered your truth already Galpin.” she teased, her whole demeanor flipping in a matter of seconds, “my turn now.”

After that night, the pair seemed to have a little more space for one another. There were some kinder words shared and when they had to learn to do their kiss scenes, something the director had saved until the end, they even found a way to laugh about it.

Tyler thought they were just becoming friends at least, until they were all fitted for costumes.

Xavier and he were running lines while Y/n, Bianca, and Devina we’re getting fitted when they heard a shriek.

“do you think everything is okay?” asked Tyler, turning towards the direction the noise had come from.

“It’s just Y/n.” Xavier responded with a chuckle, “She loves getting costumes.”

There was the sound of rushed footsteps and fabric and suddenly, Y/n burst out from backstage. She was wearing a dress of sorts but Tyler couldn’t quite see it due to the way she was holding it up to run.

“guys!!” she squealed before dropping the skirt and spinning, “look what costuming did for me!! it’s an exact replica of her gold dress from the movie!! I don’t know how they swung this but like,, ahhh!! it’s so amazing!!”

It was then that Tyler realized he has never seen Y/n outside of her baggy jeans and tee shirts. He had never been to a show she was in, never seen her in a dress or something tight fitting before, never seen her so happy.

Xavier wolf whistled and Y/n laughed, walking over to them.

“you look great.” Tyler said and he meant it.

He’d never noticed how pretty she was before but here, eyes shining as she fawned over and explained all the detail in her dress, she was gorgeous.

At last it was their opening night. Tyler saw Y/n mouthing the lyrics to My Petersburg from off stage as he sang it. People applauded at the end of every scene. Before he even knew it, they were at their duet.

“I didn’t tell you that.” Tyler said as Dimitri and when Y/n turned to him to say her line:

“You didn’t have to, I remember!”

Tyler saw genuine joy behind her eyes. This was what she loved and having such a passion for something, Tyler realized, was an amazing thing, wasn’t it.

Everyone’s favorite scene and song had been quartet at the ballet.

Tyler had never really thought about the lyrics to that song before but as he sang them that night, something in them resonated with him.

someone holds her safe and warm

someone rescues her from the storm

simple things but ones things clear

it’s fate that brought us here

He and Xavier sang together and Tyler was glad for the stage directions saying he should be looking at Anastasia because he couldn’t take his eyes off Y/n.

They broke off into the four way harmony at the end and he could feel the power radiating off of Y/n as they all came together at the end for the songs final

find a way Anastasia

Tyler couldn’t seem to help it. As the play continued on, he couldn’t help but wish all of it was real. Y/n and he had become friends but that was only friends. Tyler was beginning to realize that maybe he wanted to be more than that.

i didn’t know she matter to me but now i can see she does

conman and princess get their wish and fairytale comes true

He sang, wishing the show to never end because somewhere in his head he knew the truth of it. Tyler knew the way she blushed on stage was just an act, the way she held him, the nervous glances. The kisses even, it was all an act and he knew that.

Three nights later and their final show was almost over. For a high school production of a broadway musical, they had done incredibly.

amazing set, wonderful costuming, stellar performances.

Y/n stood on stage, singing the shows third to final song with a passion Tyler had never heard from her before. It was amazing how much voice she could fit inside her body.

I should be glad I’m where I should be

but nothing is what it was

I didn’t know he mattered to me

but now I can see he does

As she sang, she made eye contact with Tyler from off stage. He thought he was imagining it but, maybe, just maybe, a little part of his brain though, maybe she was feeling the same things he was.

before he knew it Xavier was on stage and Y/n tore her gaze away from Tyler, fear taking over her frame and reminding Tyler once more that it was nothing but a show. He had to admit, she was an incredible actor.

After their final bows and the curtains fall, Tyler was surprised to find Y/n waiting for him backstage.

“hi.” she said nervously.

“hey, you did really well tonight.��� Tyler responded.

“I was just wondering…” Y/n seemed so nervous.

Tyler had never seen her nervous before.

“Do you wanna go to the after party. With me I mean?” Tyler asked suddenly and Y/n looked up annoyed.

“Thats what I was gonna ask!” she whined, crossing her arms and looking away.

Tyler smiled.

“why don’t we get changed and head over then.” He said lightly.

“Fine,” Y/n groaned, “just one thing first.”

And she kissed him. It wasn’t for the audience, for rehearsal, for anything except herself and in that moment, Tyler knew: he was in big trouble.

A/N ngl I was really drunk when I wrote this, I am sorry. I will go back in and edit.

[theclaravoyant]

platonic 911 prompts? please please pleeeease buck coming out to hen

AN ~ omg yes! technically this is set after the actual coming out part (compatible with 7x06) but they get to talk more and be ridiculous queers about it. I LOVE THEM

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The next day, as Buck bounds back into the firehouse kitchen, Hen is waiting. She has a massive grin on her face, only barely concealed by the coffee mug as she takes a sip.

“Soooo,” she greets. “'Evan,' huh?”

“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes, but he can't help grinning and blushing, like he does every time so much as the thought of Tommy crosses his mind.

“Come on, I'm teasing,” Hen promises. “I think it's cute.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

This - This euphoria, he's heard people call it, is still buzzing through his veins like it has been since the moment Tommy first kissed him. It's been fuelled by a bunch of Googling. The learning, the rabbit holes, the everything falling into place, it's a wicked high. And a bit of a mindfuck. Then again, he supposes, he is making up for lost time.

He takes a deep breath and asks;

“Did you... know?”

“About me? Or about you?”

“Either.”

“Well, me is easy. I knew for a long time. Had a crush on a girl in my high school science class. I just knew I wanted to kiss her, and that was that.”

“Okay. About me, then.”

He almost winces as he waits for the answer. He can't look at Hen, so he fixes his eyes on the window above the sink. He doesn't even know what he's worried about. Honestly. That she's going to say he's been somehow walking around with a limp wrist and a big flashing neon sign above his head this entire time? That he's the last one in on the joke?

Sensing his panic, Hen drops her teasing air.

“No one ever really knows, Buck,” she explains. “That's something straight people made up to feel better about stereotyping us.”

Us. It sparkles in his chest.

“But honestly?” she continues. “I wasn't surprised, no.”

“Why not? 'Cause I was a massive jealous dick about Eddie?”

She laughs. “Well, that might have been a point in the column. But no. There's just sort of... something about you. Once you've been around the block a while you'll probably know what I'm talking about. The overcompensating, the feeling lost, the whole found-family thing you've got going on... It's very queer of you.”

If you say so, he thinks at first. But it does make sense. He'd spent so much of his life jumping from job to job, country to country, relationship to relationship, searching for something that he'd only found when Tommy'd kissed him; the answer to a question he'd never even thought to ask. But it wasn't just that. He'd never really understood why so many people found it weird that he was so invested in Christopher's life or that he'd die for Bobby but barely called his relationship with his parents love, but it was something a lot of the queer people in his life seemed to take without question. Maybe because so many of them had, or knew people who had, been disowned or thrown out of home or kept out of hospital rooms or from seeing their own kids and turned to their own friends to make a family. Their own 118.

“Huh. I guess it is.”

“Plus, I mean,” Hen adds – biting her lip because come on, she's only human. “You do put a rainbow flag in your bio every Pride month.”

Buck groans. “Tommy told you about that, huh?”

“Buck. I love you. But did you really think I didn't know that same sex adoption's only been legal in California since 2003? I've literally same sex adopted a child.”

“I just think it's bullshit!” he protests automatically. “You're a great parent!”

“And you're a great Ally.”

He snatches a tea towel, balls it up and throws it at her as the sirens began to ring out. She cackles and darts away, and Buck follows. Beaming.

[blushyeleven]

hey! So take this draft while I’ve been unmotivated to write, I started writing this while ago when I had a massive crush on chanelle and she was talking to another boy😭

So this is a vent fic.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: self harm (please don’t read if u struggle with this), tickles

Characters: Lee!fem!reader, ler!sam, ler!tara

𝒞𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊

She messaged you. Your crush messaged you. The pit in your stomach grew. Normally at this notification your smile would be growing and your heart would be pounding with the butterflies in your stomach doing backflips. But your crush was also your straight bestfriend. Who was currently out with another boy who she had been talking and showing and interest in recently and your heart was shattering. Shattering like glass. You felt stupid. Selfish. You knew that she would never like you in any way more then a friend, yet something still drew you towards her. Wanting her. Longing for her company. You were just some weird lesbian and she was straight. A beautiful, model-material, hour glass body straight girl. As if she would ever be attracted to somebody like you, you thought. You knew all of this but yet seeing her slowly fall Inlove with another guy slowly killed you. She was your escape. Your home. Your comfort person and the person you truly loved most in the world. But she had eyes for another. And that other would never be you. How could somebody you valued as your source of comfort also hurt you so much. You felt like your heart was being ripped out form your chest and stomped on. Ofcourse, none of this was her fault. Not at all. You knew that this was your fault, for falling for her again. For letting yourself get so lost that you fall head over heels Inlove with her again. Hadnt you Learnt? The first time you fell for her was when she had a boyfriend. You got over her and then she became single. Even then you knew that you guys had 0% chance of being together but even then, you were her world. Her bestfeiend. The person she focused on. Yeah, you were still her bestfriend but it was obvious that her attention layed somewhere else. You felt so selfish. Selfish for feeling this way. You should be happy for her. Happy that she had moved on and found her somebody else that made her happy. But you wanted the person that made her happy to be you.

7:35pm

You finally brought yourself to open the message. And that’s when the pit in your stomach, became a black whole. “Omg! Y/n! I kissed him!!” You eyes became watery very quickly and you forced your thumbs to type back “Omg what! That’s so cute, happy for you”. Everything you said in that message was the opposite of how you felt. You turned off your phone and threw it against your mattress in an overwhelming build up of rage and let the water in your eyes slowly trickle down your cheeks. You mentally slapped yourself for getting so upset about this whole ordeal. But it was useless. Your mind drifting back to the text. The text replaying in your mind. Over and over again. You just gave up. You reached for the scissors on the side of your bed and slid the blade against your thigh. One cut became two, and two cuts became your whole thigh bleeding. The stinging sensation didn’t make you feel any better. You just thought you deserved it. You deserved this pain for letting yourself become so stupid and selfish. Again and again the scissors met with your skin creating red lines to a-pear. Your cries became soft wails and you quietly sobbed into your duvet. Trying to muffle the sounds of your wincing and cries. Getting carried away, you didn’t stop. Your thighs becoming a canvas full of ugly. Well deserving red lines. The healed scars that you promised to stay healed became fresh cuts..over a girl. It was shameful. It wasn’t even her fault. It was yours. This definitely was dramatic, you were being so overdramatic just because your girl bestfriend (crush) kissed another guy? Just because she wasn’t into you. Just because you were unlovable. Just because you loved her so much that it hurt to see her with anybody else. There was only one word to describe you as. Selfish.

You put the scissors away, you let the blood dry and you and pulled up your Pastell coloured pyjama trousers back up. You sniffled and wiped away the tears from your eyes and you started taking deep breaths. Pull yourself together y/n. You thought. And so you did. As quickly as you got into that mess, you got “out of it” acting as if nothing happened and if everything was fine. You let the puffiness in your eyes die down a little before you finally got out of your bed and opened the door. Dragging your feet along as you moped down the stairs and into the living room. Where your two older sisters. Sam and tara sat. Watching tv. Looking up as they hear you walk into the living room

“hey y/n!” Sam said with a warm smile. You forced your lips to move upwards slightly. Trying your best to give her a smile back “hey guys” you said before sitting down on the sofa. Your flat tone prominent in your voice. Tara furrowed her eyebrows slightly. Seeing as you weren’t your usual energetic, bubbly self. “y/n? What’s wrong?” She spoke in a gently and caring voice “I just.. I just had a bad day” you said bluntly. You just felt numb at this point. Sam watched you before sighing a little, not in annoyance, more in sympathy. “Hey, come here” she said as she stood up from her sitting position and walked over before sitting next to you. Pulling you into a hug. Tara wasn’t far behind her. She also stood up and sat on the other side of you. You let yourself fall back into sams hug as you rested your head on her chest and she held you In her arms. Her big sister instinct naturally kicked in and she knew that you needed them right now. And Tara just sat next to her. With a worried expression and her eyes softened. You bit your lip and sniffled. Refusing to let yourself cry again. “Do you wanna talk about what happened?” Tara said calmly. Not trying to force you to talk, but just wanting to get to the root of the problem so she can help you.

“my bestfriend, *bsf name* who is also my crush.. loves another guy.. and she kissed him.” You said, trying to hold back your tears once again. “oh y/n” Sam said as she squeezed you a little tighter. “It’s okay..” she said shortly after. “Your going to be okay.” You let yourself sniffle and wipe the water away from your eyes with your hoodie sleve. “Listen. I know this is going to hurt for a while.. and I know you feel heartbroken and I’m so sorry that this has happened to you, but maybe this is your sign that you need to get over her” she spoke in a reassuring voice as she held you. Like she did when you were 3 years old and when you scraped your knee. “I also know that’s gonna be so hard because it’s obvious how much you love her, but y/n, I promise you when I say you will find another girl who will love you, not platonically, romantically. You will find somebody else who makes you happy” Sam continues as she cradled you slightly. Obviously trying to calm you down. “But i want that girl to be her” your voice wobbling slightly. “We know, but unfortunately y/n it can’t be. And we want you to be happy. But for you to be happy, you need to try your best to move on. Keep her as your bestfriend and don’t loose the friendship you have with her. But you need to let go of those romantic feelings. I know your hurting right now but me and Sam are here with you every step of the way.” Tara always knew how to structure her advice Well, her words comforting you and calming you down slightly. You sniffled again and nodded “I love you guys” you said, still snuggled up against sam. “We love you to.” Sam said back as she began to run her hand through your hair. “Now, as your older sisters it’s our job to try and cheer you up, at-least for a little bit” Sam smiled. “Oh yeah ofcourse!” Tara agreed and then thought of something that made her heart warm

“oh my god y/n! You look like how you did when you was little! Everytime you were sad you would always go to sam and she would pick you up and cuddle you and cradle you to try and calm you down. Wow, things don’t change.” She said with a giggle and the warm, fuzzy childhood memories that you thought about brought a small smile to your face. “There it is! There’s that pretty smile!” Sam grinned down at you. “Now we just gotta find a way to keep it there!” She added. “Hmm.. how were some ways we use to cheer you up as a kid” Tara stared it into space, clearly thinking about any possible answers.

“Oh my god..” Tara giggled to herself. Sam raised an eyebrow in confusion and you were just curious “that’s it!” She said sounding so proud of herself. “What?” Sam said with a small giggle, clearly also curious on what Tara has just thought of. “Do you remember the tickle monster?” Tara said giggling again but with a small smirk on her face. “Oh my god yes!!” Sam said laughing a little louder “that always use to work when you were little! You use to absolutely love it!” Sam joined in, laughing in between her words. Their light teases made your face react with a vibrant blush as you remember all the times they use to absolutely wreck your with tickles when you were younger. “I think she definitely remembers!” Tara says, snickering even more at the blush on your face “oh come on.. I-.. I’m not 5 anymore.. I doubt that will work” you said trying to hide the slight twinge of excitement in your voice. “Well.. you may be older now, but you can’t deny that your probably just as ticklish as you were when you were little!” Tara teased. “No.. I- i don’t think so.. I think I grew out of that..” you tried to deny everything but through your slight stutters and your pink cheeks, your denials seemed useless. “Oh please, as If! You were the most ticklish little girl y/n! There’s no way you have aged a couple of years and your sensitivity has gone away!” Sam giggled, her statement obviously true. You were and still are ridiculously ticklish. It’s no laughing matter (get it?)

You were completely at a loss for words, some even may call it speachless, and you had no real comebacks to give. “I mean, it’s worth a try” Sam snickered, seeing you tense up a little and bite your lip. “Oh my god y/n-… we haven’t even started yet!” Tara started giggling at your state as you we’re still in sams lap as she held you close. Your breathing started to get a little faster as sam lightly got ahold of your arms and held them out of the way so you had no defences or anything to use to try and escape. Tara just sat next to sam, watching your cheeks turn from a peachy pink to a crimson red. Tara then looks at sam before chuckling and saying “how much do you wanna bet y/n still enjoys this?” Sams face turned into a mischievous smirk, her eyes locked on yours. “oh she definitely does, she’s just to shy to admit it!” And with that sam started scribbling her fingers onto your stomach. “BAHAHAHA” you immediately burst out into girlish giggles that bounced of the walls. Sams fingers moved all over your hoodie, causing the material to bunch up a little as her fingers scratched and scribbled at your stomach. “wow y/n, what were you saying about not being ticklish?” Sam teased again, watching as the laughter just freely flow out of your mouth. That’s also when Tara joined in and started spidering her manicured fingernails up and down your sides. Causing your giggles today increase in volume. 20 fingers working their way around your sensitive spots. This was your personal hell but also heaven at the same time. The ticklish sensation coursing through your body. You couldn’t deny that this was helping your forget about your problems as all you could think about was how much it tickled as your mind was focusing on was the warm fuzzy feeling that you felt ontop of laughing like a toddler.

Sam then crawled her fingers upwards to your ribs, digging her fingers in between them “BAHAHAH FUHUCK SAHAM!!” You cursed and squealed while wiggling about as much as you could (out of instinct). And Tara moved her fingers to your hips, squeezing at them slightly. You sucked your stomach in.. and what made this whole ordeal worse was that sam and Tara were directly smiling at you, seeing how happy you looked and just slowly letting your problems melt away. “yup, she’s still as ticklish as when we was as a little kid, and still equally enjoys it as much” Tara said observing you and watching the stupid smile that you couldn’t wipe off of your face. “SHUHUT UHUPP!! HAHAHHAHA!!” You knew everything she said was right, but you would never openly admit that. “I missed tickling you so much!! It’s still so funny to see how you squirm and laugh at the smallest of touches” Sam cooed, you had no real reponses you just kept giggling to your hearts content. You barely ever let yourself be vulnerable, you hated crying, opening up or just even anybody letting you see you as weak. But tickle sessions with your older sisters were different. It was a good kind of vulnerable. The kind that you actually craved. But you’d take that secret to your grave. “Oh trust me, i think y/n missed us tickling her as much as we did!” Taras demeanour was mischievous and very teasing, she always knew how to make you flustered with just a sentence. “Well this is now becoming a regular thing again” Sam stated with a cocky smile. “HEHEHEYY!! NOHO FAHAHAIR!” “Theres no Point complaining if you enjoy it, y/n” Sam snickered. “I- BAHAHA!”

They then both Switched parts so you didn’t get use to the feeling. Sam decided to go for your worst spot. Your armpits. Tara decided to go back to your sides and with this your laughter erupted “PFFFTTT BAHHAAHHAHA FUHUCK!!…SHIHITT!!” you started kicking your legs about and trying to pull at your arms as you just squealed and squirmed in helpless laughter. “y/n your actually so cute!!” Sam cooed again, seeing how much you were laughing “yeah! I mean look at you! I knew this would still work!” “BAHAHHAHAHHAHAH OH MY GOHOHOD!!” You couldn’t even process anything, let alone feel sad, your laughter echoed through the apartment.. that was until your laughter fell silent, with little breaks of squeaks in between. And that’s how sam and Tara knew you were at your limits so they stopped. They lifted their hands off you and Sam let your arms go, but still holding you close. Listening to your rapid heartbeat and your heavy breathing.

“Are you okay?” Tara asked giggling. You simply replied with a sweet smile and nodded. “Good, did that help? It looks like it did” Tara replied with a warming smile. “Yeah.. it really did.. Thankyou guys so much” both Tara and sams hearts melted. “You don’t need to thank us y/n, it’s what we’re here for” Sam reassured as you giggled and rested your head onto sams shoulder “yeah, so if you ever want to be tickled again, all you gotta do is ask!” Tara teased seeing you roll your eyes playfully. She started comfortingly rubbing your thigh, causing you to wince slightly and twitch your leg. “Oh sorry!!.. did i hurt you?” Tara asked becoming concerned. “Nono! It’s okay!” You tried to play it off cool. Tara just nodded, looking a little bit skeptical but decided not to ask any follow up questions as she leaned her head onto sams other shoulder, just placing her hand on your leg

As the moon rised over the city of New York. You 3 all snuggled together and watched tv. You always knew you could count on Sam and Tara to be your shield and comfort after a bad day. All that mattered to them was to see you happy, and they’d do to any length to see that. (even though they had re-discovered their favourite way)