#Sunny is SUCH a perfect mix of personality angst and silly shes so :(((

[fwern]

I am actually so incredibly ill about the implications of Sunny attaching themself to this idea that Lenays corpse is a mermaid... is2g they have fully convinced themself their mothers floating dead body is alive and speaks to them...

And Tubbo has no idea where to begin with that because he was the one who told them she was a mermaid to begin with. Because again how do you tell a child that their mothers corpse floats in the river you live by. That shes not a mermaid and never has been what Sunny thinks/refers to their mother is actually her corpse and I :((

Sunny 'talks' with Lenay the same way a child 'talks' with their stuffed animal,,, Sunny is so so young and it BREAKS MY HEARTTT

One day, if the body disappears Sunny will be hysterical asking where her ma is because shes ALWAYS in the river, she is ALWAYS in that spot by the dock. imagine she goes to her pa and just "PA! MAS GONE. WHAT IF THE EVIL MAN TOOK HER? WE NEED TO SAVE HER!" What's Tubbo gonna do then? Try to explain the truth to her? Go along on an adventure with no end because the evil man isn't real??

[wolfish-trickster]

Liar

Word count: 1,9K

Warning: angst, kinda messy writing, bad grammar

Tag list:@gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld

You were always a hopeful person. Trying to be positive no matter what. Seeing the good in people. Even in Loki.

You first met him in his glass cell in helicarier (a/n i have no idea how to spell it, it's that big flying thing in Avengers 1). You two talked and got to know eachother. He told you how his father lied to him, how Thanos tortured him and how he doesn't want to hurt anyone. You believed him. And promised him he will be okay.

Two years after the battle of New York you finally talked to your team mates. You made an entire power point presentation for Avengers to show them Loki is not evil anymore and they should at least give him a chance, like you did.

That's how you and Loki became close friends. Always spending time with the other one, talking about your interests, your cultures, books, movies, anything the both of you came up with.

You comforted him, when he had nightmares. He cuddled you when you watched horror movies and got scared.

He always came to you for advice and opinion and you were more than happy to help your best friend. He always hugged you afterwards as thanks.

Sometimes he even brought you a cake and some flowers, just because he 'felt like it'.

One rainy day he fall asleep on your lap in your room. As you played with his black silky hair you realized you don't view him as your best friend anymore. But as a crush. You felt a shy blush come up to your cheeks as you imagined how would it feel like to cuddle him whole night, to be held by him, kissed by him.

You caressed his cheek and hoped one day he would feel the same.

And as always, you became hopeful. You started to remember all those times he was very close with you, doing something only couples do (like the afore mentioned cuddling, falling asleep on your lap or even the freaking flowers) and hoping he is developing feelings for you.

You were wrong.

You remember that day clearly. It was nice and sunny outside. A perfect day for a walk in the park. You walked out from your room and started looking for Loki. You wanted to have a walk with him.

You heard some voices coming from the kitchen below. Including a velvety one you knew all too well.

You jumped down those 20 stairs. Voices got louder as you came closer. There was Loki and some woman in the kitchen. And nobody else. Your name fell from one of their mouth's.

Quiet as a mouse you stood behind the corner just outside the kitchen and listened.

"Don't tell me she's not annoying! She's practically your shadow and trails after you like a lost puppy. And not even a cute one!" the woman giggled. From her tone of voice you imagined her as a classical blond plastic fake gold digger. You expected Loki to stood up for you, like any good friend would.

He only chuckled. "You are right! She is always behind my back. So bothersome and clingy..." you heard gulping. Maybe they were drinking some alcohol. You prayed for him to be just drunk and not knowing what he's saying.

"So why do you keep her around so much?"

A moment of silence. "I don't really know. For fun, I suppose? She was only good for me to get out of prison. She's so naive to really think I am her friend it's hilarious!"

You couldn't breathe. You stood there like a statue. He was only manipulating you and playing with you. All this time.

Tears clouded your vision as you walked away from them. The whole world looked like a big grey blur to you.

You still went out. Better than stay in the same building with him. Sitting on a bench in the nearby park, listening to birds chirping and watching dogs play with their owners was somewhat comforting. The pain in your chest was still too big though. How could you trust someone who's a 'God of Mischief' or a 'Prince of Lies' of all people? He really did go out of his way to make you trust him, didn't he? All those gifts, hugs, hanging out, watching movies under one blanket. All of that was just him pretending. And you believed him.

You groaned and hid your face in your hands. You're friends with spies and trained soldiers, what if they're pretending just like him and they secretly love when you aren't with them? What if everytime you talk to them they secretly wish for you to shut up and leave? Paranoia and anxiety just won't leave you, will they?

"It will get better after high school they said," you stood up from the bench, "you will be more confident they said. My ass-" suddenly you tripped over a string and fell on your face. Your right cheek stung, your knees were scraped. As you were standing up a wet tongue started to lick your face. A golden retriever's way to greet you, apparently.

"Ollie, stop! I'm so sorry," the dog was yanked back by his leash. Ollie's owner held out his hand to help you stand up.

"It's okay. It's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," you dusted your clothes when you were finally on your legs. Ollie was jumping up and down, still trying to lick your face. Even through your emotional pain you couldn't resist and smiled.

"He's still an untrained pup, sorry if he's bothering," the unknown man was trying to calm him down once again, but you stopped him.

"He's not bothering," you bent down and scratched behind his ears. "Hi there little fella, aren't you one cute boy? Yes you are," you scratched and caressed his fur.

"He is cute, but quite handful. Still I wouldn't exchange him for anyone in the world."

"Anyone?" you asked.

"Yeah, you see I got him when I found out my partner cheated on me. I felt so betrayed I thought I'll never trust anyone else again," he said and sat down on the bench you were previously sitting on. "Sorry, I'm telling way too much than I should."

"No, it's okay. I know exactly how you felt. Something similair happened to me too," you looked away sadly and stopped scratching Ollie's fur. "That's why you got a dog? To replace that somebody who was previously in your life?"

He nodded. "At first I though I needed a pet to distract myself from the pain, but in reality all I needed was a life long friend who will never betray me. And what's better than a man's best friend?" he hugged his goldie and he licked his face.

You smiled. Maybe that's what you need. A loyal dog to keep you company. To give you emotional support through cuddles and to never leave you or lie to you. Unlike certain someone.

You chatted with him for few more minutes and then made your way to the nearest dog shelter.

*

The cutest little fluffy german shepherd was dozing off in your arms when you walked into your room. You naivly thought Loki will greet you and pretend to be nice again but he was nowhere to be found. Actually, none of the Avengers were nearby. 'That's okay' you thought. 'I'll at least be alone with this cute guy.'

You let him run around your bedroom, sniffing every corner of his new home, chewing on everything he could reach with his tiny snout. You threw him some of the squeeky toys you bought and watched him play. It lifted your mood, somewhat.

The dull ache from your chest didn't leave. Even when it got dark outside and your new companion dozed off in your lap. Soft laughter was coming from the party deck, which was quite far from your room so in reality it must've been much louder.

'So they returned, huh? Didn't even check on their supposed friend' you thought. Maybe you were right afterall. They never concidered you a friend.

Your phone started buzzing, a silly selfie of you and Loki lightened up the screen. 'What does he want? I don't wanna talk to him.'

You picked up. "Yeah?"

"Y/N!" hearing his voice nearly made you cry. "Thank Norns you finally picked up! Where are you?"

You squinted your eyes suspiciously. "Why?"

"I've been trying to reach you all afternoon! I couldn't find you anywhere and I have called you 5 times already. Are you okay?" he sounded worried. He really should've been voice actor.

"5 times? I didn't hear anything."

He groaned. "Yes, 5 damn times. You made me really sick with worry."

Liar.

"Whatever. I can do things even without you, you know."

"Why the attitude?" he asked a little less worried.

"You know what Loki? Do me a favour and leave me alone," you hung up sooner than your voice could crack. Silent tears streamed down your cheeks.

As you were standing up with the little pup in your hands and putting him in his bed Loki practically smashed down your door. You jumped back startled and nearly let go of your little friend who woke up and started barking.

"What the fuck Loki?!"

He looked at you, mix of fury and happiness in his eyes. "Okay, I don't know what I did that made you react like that to a simple 'where have you been the whole day' but you could've at least tell me you were going out. What if someone attacked you? And I wasn't there? What if-" he took a deep breath, anger leaving his eyes. "I'm just glad you are home and safe."

Liar.

Your puppy stopped barking and started wagging his tail, excited to have a new friend. He is just like you. Naive.

"Oh, and who is this little bundle of fur?" he reached out to pet his tiny head but you backed away.

"He's my new best friend. This is Rex."

Loki's face turned into confusion. "Darling, I thought that's my title," he laughed awkwardly.

You glared and hugged Rex to your chest. "Not anymore. Not after what I discovered about you."

"Discovered about me? What are you talking about?"

"Drop the act. I heard you. I heard you saying how I'm naive enough to think I'm your friend, how I'm bothersome and clingy and I was only good for you to get out of prison!" tears were flowing freely but you didn't care.

"Darling, what are yo-"

"I wasn't finished! I really thought you were honest with me. I thought all those times we hung out meant something to you! That you at least respect me. But no! You used me. You were pretending to be nice. All those times! And I believed you!" you started taking steps towards him, he was backing away.

"You misunderstood, I-"

"No! I don't want you to tell me anything! I'm not your plaything anymore! I grew a spine. And you can bet your ass I'm training Rex to bite you whenever you get close to me again!" his eyes started glistening but that must be just your imagination.

"Love, please let me ex-"

"Get lost Laufeyson," with those words you slammed your door in his face.

[lululawlawlu-writes]

Softly Stained with Spring

Part 1: Plans Made and Ruined

note: This fic is a collaboration for @lawlu-week with @yumenofude who created this amazing artwork which perfectly portrays the story, and who also helped me with thinking of the initial storyline.

rating: T (maybe M)

tags: canon universe, fluff and angst, hanahaki

summary: Law—being with him is the best feeling imaginable. It‘s the perfect kind of happiness mixed with a little excitement. Just having adventures with Law makes those adventures all the more exciting. 

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“I’m all in!” Luffy declares, pushing his poker chips into the middle of the table. His eyes dart nervously over the other two members of his crew still in the game, lips pursed, eyebrows raised.  

He’s never been a good liar but he’s trying so hard to win. If all goes well he’ll be able to make enough money to pay his debt to Nami, in return for which she’s agreed to coordinate a meeting with Law’s navigator to bring him there sooner than planned.

Luffy’s heart does a happy little flip inside his ribs at the thought. His stomach feels all… bubbly, like it’s full of really fizzy, shaken up cola. It’s a weird feeling, but he kind of likes it.  

He shuffles his cards around in his hands. He doesn’t really know if they’re good or not, but they’ve got  hearts on them, so he’s got a good feeling about it. Law has hearts on him and he gets good feelings just thinking about Law.

Law—being with him is the best feeling imaginable. It‘s the perfect kind of happiness mixed with a little excitement. Law is fun to be with. It’s thrilling to fight alongside him. And he makes silly plans even though they don't really work, because how can anyone predict the future and plan the exact best way to handle it? But in any case, just having adventures with Law makes those adventures all the more... exciting? Luffy would use the word ‘fun’ for their adventures too except Dressrosa wasn't actually all that fun. Law had been hurting really badly. It made him angry to think of it even now. Law didn’t deserve that. Law-

“What’s with that array of faces, Luffy?” Sanji asks from across the table. “Smiling one second then scowling the next. You purposely trying to make yourself hard to read?”

“La- what?” Luffy’s only half heard the question.

Usopp regards him with a raised eyebrow, sly smile on his lips and now suddenly Luffy’s much too aware that he’s been caught thinking of Law. He can feel his cheeks heating up, though he doesn’t really get why thinking about other people catching him thinking about Law makes him get all hot. It’s not really a bad feeling, just weird how he only feels like this when it’s about Law.

Sanji nudges Usopp, “You gonna call?”

“I’ll go easy on you guys this time. It’s not easy playing against a real card shark like me,” Usopp says confidently, laying his cards on the table, “I fold.”

Sanji leans back in his chair, taking a long drag on his cigarette as he inspects his cards. He squints at Luffy briefly before tossing his cards on the table. “Same here. I fold,” he concedes.

Luffy’s about to declare his victory when Nami herself interjects.  

“Hey, Luffy, Bepo says Torao wants to talk to you,” she calls across the deck as she leans out the door of her navigator’s office, her hand over the receiver of the den-den mushi she keeps.

Luffy immediately sheds all of his playing cards on the table to cries of ‘What?! He didn’t have anything after all!’ and ‘Goddamnit Luffy! Why can’t you just be consistently shit at lying?!’

He dashes over to the door, hands grabbing for the receiver but Nami holds it away from him as she retreats into her office asking, “Did you win me lots of money?”

“Yeah, is Torao coming over?” Luffy follows her in, stretching to snatch the receiver from her without waiting for an answer.

His heart flutters light and happy at the thought of seeing the other captain again. It makes him euphoric, but maybe a little nervous. He doesn’t really get these feelings either, but he’s pretty addicted to the way it feels when he thinks about Law—he just can’t get enough. And as much as he likes thinking about Law, that’s nothing compared to actually talking to Law, or better yet, seeing him in person which is what he’s sure is about to happen in the near future. “Torao!” he cries into the receiver, his excitement brimming over.

“Mugiwara-ya, I thought we agreed to meet in two weeks’ time,” Law speaks through the den den mushi, just a hint of annoyance on his voice, “Can’t you for once stick to a plan?” The snail mirrors Law’s apparent expression, frowning at him. Is Law disappointed? Is he mad?

No.

No, this isn’t right.

Luffy can feel his heart pounding anxious against his ribs, it’s happy fluttering turning to panicked skipping. Worries that he wasn’t even aware that he’d had now begin flooding into his mind. He doesn’t want to think that he’s done something wrong. He was just trying to organize a get-together. Does it mean Law is mad at him—that he won’t come? He thought Law liked seeing him too. Law should like seeing him too. But Law doesn’t seem happy. He doesn’t seem like he likes seeing him too. Law’s not just tolerating him because they’re allies, right?

“So what’s your reason for calling a meeting this time?” Law speaks through a sigh.

“I don’t wanna wait two weeks. I wanna-” Luffy starts. A sudden, sharp pain shoots through his chest, cutting off his words. He nearly drops the receiver, instinctively clutching his chest. He pauses a moment, hand over the scar that marks him. What a strange feeling—like something attacking him from the inside.

He leans over Nami’s desk trying to steady his breathing, willing his pain away as much as he can. His whole chest suddenly feels so tight. The heart beneath his shaking palm thumping so hard he half-thinks it might fall out if he moved his hand.

“You’re breathing into the phone pretty heavily. Is everything alright?” Law asks, voice calm, serious.

“Yeah, I’m- ah!” almost as soon as he opens his mouth, the sharp pain is back, piercing him like a knife. He tries to take a deep breath and it stabs through his chest again. Luffy doubles over, leaning onto Nami’s desk, knocking over her mapping utensils, crumpling the map under his arm, but he’s hesitant to move any more.

“Speak to me,” Law tells him.

“It- hurts,” Luffy manages to grit out, panting shallow through his teeth.

“Get yourself to Tony-ya. I’ll be there in two days,” and with those terse words the line goes dead.

The next few minutes pass in a haze. Luffy doesn’t know if he hung up the den den mushi and he doesn’t know if he knocked more of Nami’s stuff on the floor on his way out, but he somehow makes it down the hall to Chopper’s medical office. Luffy leans against the door, pushing it open with the weight of his body as he stumbles in.

"Luffy, what's wrong!?" Chopper cries, immediately abandoning his book to run to his captain's aid. He helps him to sit down on the infirmary bed.

"I didn't do anything, it just hurts here," Luffy insists through gritted teeth. He's apprehensive about moving his hand from over his heart in case it might cause the stabbing pain again. He’s never felt anything like it. He can’t even guess what’s going on with his body.

Chopper reaches for his stethoscope at his desk. He places the ear pieces into his ears and rejoins Luffy on the bed. He takes Luffy's hand from his chest, holding onto his wrist as he places the stethoscope’s cool metal against his chest to listen to his heart. Chopper listens intently for what feels like much too long without saying anything. Then he instructs Luffy to lay down and uses a stethoscope to listen around in what seems like random places on his chest. Whatever Chopper’s doing it seems like it’s working because Luffy’s starting to feel a lot calmer. The pain is only kind of a little bit of a tightness inside of him now—like his heart is getting a hug from his lungs or something.

Whatever is happening to him is not fun, and Luffy doesn’t want to repeat the experience. Unfortunately for him, his body doesn’t seem to agree.

… … … … …

“So, what are we dealing with?” Law asks the small, antlered doctor as they pace down the hall toward the Thousand Sunny’s infirmary.

Chopper flips through several papers secured onto his clipboard before answering. “Well, the patient has been suffering from bouts of chest pain. I haven’t yet been able to find the cause. During the episodes he says there’s pain when he takes deep breaths, but there are no other symptoms that would suggest anything like pulmonary embolus or pleurisy.” The tiny reindeer doctor is taking his job very seriously. He seems to be doing his best at dealing with his captain objectively. He refers to him as ‘the patient’ although he speaks the words with a heavy-hearted wavering in his voice. It makes him sound as if he could break down at any confirmation that it’s Luffy they’re talking about.

“And this all started two days ago?” Law follows as Chopper slides open the door of the infirmary.  

“My heart hurts,Torao,” Luffy whines from the infirmary bed when he sees him. “I don’t like it.”

“Thanks for your efforts doctor. If you don’t mind, I’d like to examine him myself,” Law addresses Chopper.

He’s heard that Chopper’s been looking after Luffy almost constantly over the past two days, and Luffy is always a pretty tough patient to handle. Law wouldn’t blame him if he felt relief at leaving his patient in his hands.

It’s not that Law doesn’t trust Chopper as a medical professional or that he takes a personal interest in this particular patient. It’s rather the case that he prefers to assess the patient to gain his own insight into the situation. It never hurts to have a second opinion.

Law takes his own stethoscope from around his shoulders to give his patient a standard preliminary check-up. Law tries not to feel too self conscious from the way Luffy stares up at him, those big, obsidian-dark eyes following his every movement. Law tries not to read too much into the situation—tries not to imagine that it’s his touch which triggers the soft blush on Luffy’s cheeks.

Law has to chase away inappropriate thoughts from his mind. He needs to remain professional, and focus on his work here. In the end he notes no irregularities, and even though Luffy’s heart seems to be racing bit, all of his vitals are well within normal range.

“What were you doing when you first felt chest pain?” he asks Luffy as he takes the clipboard from Chopper’s desk, flipping through the notes.

“Talking to you.”

“And the next time it happened?”

“Checking with Nami that you were still coming.” “And this morning?”

“Eating pre-breakfast.”

“Pre-breakfast?” This is something Law has never heard of, and he’s stayed with the Strawhats for long enough to know that it’s not something their cook would indulge in.

“Well, since you were coming I went to the kitchen to eat all the food you don’t like.” Luffy explains, “‘cause you’re really picky, and-” “I am not picky. I just don’t like bread-” Law interjects “and pickled plums,” Luffy supplies.

“You remember that?” Law wouldn’t have expected him to remember any detail about him let alone that in particular. Luffy just doesn’t seem like the type to notice things.

“Yeah, ‘cause that one time you got one in your onigiri at lunch and you were surprised and spit it out. And I caught it in my mouth!” Luffy reminds him proudly.

‘That was disgusting,’ Law thinks. “That was tasty,” Luffy says with a wide smile. He seems to be feeling better for now.

“Well,” Law hums, flipping over the pages and setting Chopper’s clipboard aside. “Nobody can find anything physically wrong with you. So I’m going to go ahead and assume it’s stress-related anxiety. I suggest you let me keep you under observation while you take a rest.” That earns him an exasperated huff from the small, adventure-loving captain. “There’s an island called Rosales nearby. It’s a popular tourist spot,” Law continues. “It’s renown for its flowers, but I hear there’s some unique local cuisine that you can’t find elsewhere in the world.” He hesitates to go any further but by the look on his face, Luffy doesn’t seem entirely sold on an ambiguous promise of unique foods. “If you agree to a relaxing vacation, I’ll call ahead and reserve us a table at a restaurant with a buffet,” Law tries.

This earns him an emphatic “Yes!” from an excited Luffy who jumps up and runs out of the room, shouting to his crew about a new adventure.

Law does not have ulterior motives—absolutely not. He is not at all trying to smooth-talk his way into a date with his ally. That’s right, he simply is looking out for the well being of his alliance and nothing more.

[unlikely-course]

Dear Femslash Ex 2017 Creator

Hi! I’m unlikelycourse on AO3. Thanks so much in advance! I want to say that, truly, I’m gonna love anything you choose to do, so don’t sweat it. Whatever you have the yen to write, go for it! But, as for general guidelines:

Things I don’t want:

-First person

-songfic

-anything like super dark/heavy angst. Angst pertaining to canon circumstances or like brief angst is all right as long as it’s resolved (god knows I love me some hurt/comfort), but I’m looking for some feel-good right now.

-sex-wise (if you feel like going there, I’m all for it but it’s totes not a requirement in any prompt), that’s hard no on watersports, anything anal, underage, dubcon/noncon, ageplay, or like pain.

-Total AU, canon divergent, and canon are all fine but no kidfic or coffeeshop or high school AUs this time around please!

 Things I like: HOO BOY SO MANY THINGS honestly man I am so easy but uhhh these things I will absolutely love for any of these fandoms/ships

-I like family/found family feelings a lot, people working together to solve problems and looking out for each other, but if you want to write something that’s more focused on just the pairing that’s fine too.

-I like people healing from bad things and getting good things in life and lifting each other up

-I like open communication that’s also organic

-I like girls kicking ass and being powerful, what can I say

-Trust!!! is my personal drug!!!! So is devotion. And fealty and the swearing thereof. A ship starting on warier ground and growing to trust and know one another is like, the greatest

-Hard-won intimacy in general.

-Characters trying to ignore/deny how absolutely ass-over-teakettle in love they are with the other, but it’s futile bc they are Too Gay To Function.

-I’m always down for some good good tropes. That fake-married, unexpected bed-sharing stuff.

-Also characters being utterly sappy and absolutely filthy in the same breath

-I feel like this is all really vague but that’s really just bc I truly will love anything

  Wynonna Earp – Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught

Wow honestly I just love anything with these two goobers cherishing one another and being absolute fools with tenderness and desire for each other. Though like I said, “starting on shakier ground moving to trust and love” is still a valid option here. I’ll especially love anything that involves Waverly being a genius and saving the day, and general badassery for both of them. Feel free to Western it up a little, I feel like the show has been light on that this season. I know they’ve had a little angst this season and feel free to engage with that but at the end of the day I want them to be okay. I love that they love each other, that they love to take care of each other, that they’re both brave and dedicated to doing what’s right. I love that Nicole is principled but shrewd and pragmatic, forthright and sarcastic but also a big gay emotional puppy dog. I love that Waverly believes in making an effort to be sunny and optimistic and good to others, but also has a lot of potent and controlled rage and will fuck you right up if you cross her. Sidenote, please no plain Wynonna/Doc in the bg, I much much prefer Wynonna/Dolls or all three of them together.

Also, be good to Rosita, she’s had a rough time.

 Carmilla (Web Series) – Laura Hollis/Carmilla Karnstein/Danny Lawrence

I love these three being a team and balancing each other out, both in their relationship and in slaying supernatural evils. I would love shenanigans mixed with ass-kicking the most, especially some that utilizes that Laura Hollis is a human weapon with ELEVEN YEARS OF KRAV MAGA, and also Mel and the Summer Society, the girljock monster-hunters of my heart. Also tol + 2 smols cuddling. Now, I know canon ended on kind of a depressing note for Danny and I said I didn’t want a lot of angst, but I’m open to either working with that or you can just do what I do and sort of set it at a vague alternate timeline at Silas with everyone alive and no pressing show plot but plenty of various supernatural shenans. Or like a complete AU or whatever you want, honestly.

I love Laura Hollis, ambitious and silly and strong and righteous. I love Danny, a leader and a hero and a person who just…cares so fucking much??? I love Carmilla, brilliant and brittle but still resilient, who has seen such darkness but loves a whole lot, a mix of dangerous and vulnerable, cynical and romantic. I love that these three girls fought like hell for the world against impossible odds, and they’ll do the same for each other.

 Victorious – Tori Vega/Jade West

LISTEN okay this dumb show about wacky, ambitious drama kids is the worst-greatest, and I love that the strongest driving narrative through all three seasons was these two girls going from enemies to really good friends who are still healthy rivals.  I want to see this developing even further as they grow up and grow together as people and artists!  The beauty of these two is that they push each other but I think they also understand one another on a deep level. And I think it’s safe to say that despite the fact that Jade would rather die than admit it, they really enjoy and respect each other for their differences. They have a lot to learn from each other, from Jade pushing Tori to get serious about her talents to Tori getting Jade to actually talk about her feelings (not that Tori Vega, World’s Worst Heterosexual, is always a perfect paradigm of being in touch with her emotions). Sidenote, I would love some good Trina in here, she’s a riot.

 All Cheerleaders Die – Tracy Bingham/Maddy Killian

HOO BOY this movie was a wild ride, so I’d love a fic where it slows down and we actually get to see the girls interact more, especially, of course Tracy and Maddy. I mean I guess this a guaranteed canon divergence bc I don’t want it to be too too depressing (although considering the source I’m more flexible about the angst). Maybe something with a little less death (I mean there’s probs gonna be some death for someone) and a little more witchcraft and kissing? Honestly I’m super open about this bc I just want, like, more. More of what Tracy is like as a person when she’s not undead, more of chessmaster Maddy, more of both of them being happy instead of desperate, winning instead of losing, more of the girls in general being friends.