#THIS IS THE MESSIEST FIC BUT NOW ITS MY FAVORITE THANK YOU SO SO MUCH REY OK ILL STOP YELLING NOW AAAAAAAAAA

[mirkwoodmunson]

Moonie my beloved.

i’m not sure if your requests are open but. i need eddie munson // gremlins content like i need god. What are his thoughts watching the movie for the first time. is he haunted by the thought of stripe. does he need a gizmo in his life or is he already a gremlin after midnight. inquiring minds must know ,, thank you g bless

WWUUUHHH UHEUUU REY THIS GOT ME SO EXCITEDJKkghkfk

eddie and you love going to the movies, barreling out right after school or sneaking into midnight shows of the latest horror releases, spending full weekends in the theater to watch your favorites over and over again. of course you guys sneak in your own snacks and treats, but you're respectful about it, always making sure to clean up after yourselves. eddie'd worked a few shifts as an usher one summer and christ how he hated cleaning up after the slobs -- he vowed to never be that kind of customer.

oh, but, when you two first see the trailer for gremlins on tv? he's already staring at you and grinning when you whip your head around to him.

"um. we're seeing that," you state matter-of-factly.

eddie snorts, about to say something in agreement, and then gasps, full shock,

"...babe... BABE!"

"what??"

"that's the SAME DAY ghostbusters is out."

wayne just watches from his recliner with a smirk as you -- unsure of how to express your excitement -- begin dog-piling yourself on eddie while cheering, your boyfriend cackling all the while.

that friday, eddie and you aren't at school, oh no. in fact, you're one of the first ones in line at the theater, 'giddy' not even covering it as you both recite lines from the trailers, discussing theories and what you expected.

ghostbusters is the first flick of your double-feature -- to say you both enjoyed it is a heavy understatement -- and going into the second movie of the day you're beyond ready for whatever gremlins throws at you.

the set-up part of the film has you both hooked -- hell, just the trailer had you hooked, but when you finally see gizmo for the first time, whining over how cute he is, eddie is cheesing hard and squeezing you into him. he loves the movies as much as you, but watching you watch movies? sometimes that was even better. eddie was a sucker for your commentary.

he's scolding the screen as every mogwai rule is eventually broken, fully immersed, fully engrossed, fully ready to fight stripe with his bare hands. the moment the antagonist dares to spit upon sweet, innocent gizmo, eddie has a vendetta.

although, that's not to say he doesn't absolutely love every minute of the gremlins being gremlins. he's cackling and pointing, elbowing you excitedly through the whole chaos montage. and when it comes to mrs. deagle's turn for a visit, he's on the edge of his seat just waiting to see what will happen.

when the old lady goes soaring, you both along with the audience are clapping and cheering at the grisly yet much-deserved demise. barney could rest easy now, poor dog.

now, eddie would never openly admit it, but he was a sucker for those old disney movies -- ever since he was a kid. when the gremlins are all together in the theater, watching snow white and entranced by the dwarves' working song, he's singing along with them too, with a grin so wide his cheeks are hurting.

somewhat surprisingly to you, eddie is near hiding his face in your shoulder when stripe finally meets his end, whining sounds of distaste as the creature melts and perishes. you just coo and pat his cheek, while your eyes are glued to the screen in delight.

you could swear as well you hear him sniffle when gizmo bids billy goodbye as the movie draws to a close. you don't judge, though. you're definitely crying a little, too.

you'd gotten to the theater early in the afternoon, and after two flicks it still wasn't too late in the day, but the excitement had definitely wiped the pair of you out. eddie leans into you heavily, almost sad, pouting and squeezing his arm around your shoulders as yours does around his waist.

"...i want a gizmo..."

you snort softly and tilt your head to peck his cheek, "i know, sweetie, i know."

in bed that night, curled up together and yawning in-between reminiscing in the day you'd had, eddie is about to get up for a glass of water when he pauses.

"what's up, babe?" you question softly, rubbing his back. eddie shuffles a bit and turns his head to look at you, bemused and smirking.

"... what if there's gremlins out there..? ghouls..."

you can't help the laughter, giving him a playful shove out of bed to which he whines and makes a show of tiptoeing to the door, cracking it open and peaking out.

"well, then, you better go bust 'em! show 'em who's boss, baby, you got it."

and, of course, eddie most definitely is a gremlin, as he sheepishly re-enters the room with the glass of water and a plate full of food for you both to share. tired before, he's wired after the late-night feast, leaping around you sat in bed asking repeatedly as you're wracked with giggles, 'who you gonna call?? ED-BUSTERS!'

the next few days neither of you can go a full sentence without quoting the films at each other, and of course you go back over the weekend multiple times, at least once with wayne after convincing him to join you.

a few weeks after release and it continues when eddie is crouched in front of the tv, grumbling softly and smacking the sides, adjusting the antenna while the screen shifts between shades of fuzz. he huffs, calls to you while you're in the kitchen. "hey! theres GREMLINS in here. we got gremlins in the tv."

[lordbelacqua]

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I have been tagged by @zavens​ (thank you, I know you know how much I love ranting) to chat a little about this gifset <3

you know the drill - everything is under the cut because I talk too much!

planning: my gif-making process is overall a pain, mostly because I never really “plan” it out, I just mess around until I make something I like. sometimes I do have a vision in my head but when I take it to PS and it doesn’t look as good, I get frustrated and close PS for like a week (lol I’m kidding, I actually spend five more hours until it’s turned into something I like).

this gifset wasn’t really planned but when zahraa sent a request for favorite season, I knew I didn’t want to do my typical rainbow set, so I wanted to experiment.

giffing: I won’t go much into detail about the gif-making and sharpening steps (if you are curious about that let me know, and i’ll discuss it individually) so i’ll only talk about the coloring and blending. the idea behind the blending is simple - gifs are supposed to represent the episode title, so I tried to take care of that as much as possible. I won’t analyze gifs individually because then we would be here all day.

the coloring insp behind the first draft of this gifset is this gifset here. in my head, I wanted to do a black and gold gradient over it. but, because I’m so unorganized and chaotic and because I almost never plan things out as I should, I realized, only at my last gif, that this gifset would look 10 times better if it was properly colored. so I re-did it.

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arranging: something I absolutely hate about myself is that I’m so indecisive sometimes. I didn’t know whether I wanted this gifset to be an all 540x540 because I feared it would have been too long but again, I wanted everyone to see the gifs in full size and quality because I really liked it. I ended up taking the size insp from this gifset, and I don’t regret it. I also liked the idea of having b&w-only gifs to break up the monotony of the gifset and overall I like the look of it.

posting: honestly I was close to posting this 5 times before actually posting it because as you now know, I had 5 different versions of this gifset. the first draft of it was supposed to be posted weeks before the final draft and I only decided to color the gifset a few hours before finally posting it (I’m such a mess). This was posted at 9:01pm (central european time) because that’s when I usually post. I feel like this gifset resonated well with people; @zavens​ gave me such a detailed rant in the tags that remains one of my favorite comments on my content ever and other tags are just so lovely, it overall makes me like the gifset even more!

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[fabulouspotatosister]

Reset - Part Five: Back to Normal

a/n:  Finally, we're here at the end of this fic! It's been super fun getting to revisit this fic and my love for Eleven, and writing this has been super fun too! Thanks so much everyone for enjoying this fic, and I hope you enjoy the final part!  Credit to @kisstherainwriting​ for "Forbidden Orbits", the Doctor's favorite romance novel. Used to be his favorite romance novel. Haha. Again, enjoy!

word count: 4,415

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five: You are here!!]

gif credit: @mcgonagalle​

"I promised you a beach trip, didn't I?"

 You squint at the metallic panel in front of you as saltwater sprays your face. It's set into the sand, its metal surface pristine and shiny despite all the water that must be covering it on a daily basis.

 The Doctor laughs and peers down at the panel. "Welcome to Helnypso! I do hope this place isn't abandoned."

 At the sound of his voice, the panel flickers to life with a display that reads Helnypso Resorts: Have a Whole Planet to Yourself.

 "Welcome to Helnypso," a tinny voice says. "Identification, please?"

 You raise your eyebrows and turn to face the Doctor. "I don't think we ever made a reservation."

 "No, we didn't," The Doctor says. He fishes his sonic screwdriver and psychic paper out of his coat - he presses the psychic paper against the panel with one hand while he points the sonic screwdriver with the other. He grins at you with his "oh-I'm-so-impressive" face the whole time. "I think you'll find our credentials are all up to code. The Doctor and his companion."

 Companion. You just smile back at him and hope that he doesn't notice your eyes. "That's me!"

 There's a slight pause, then a mechanical whirr as the panel processes your information - then the panel speaks again. "Sir, I beg to differ."

 The Doctor pauses and frowns. "Excuse me?"

 The voice from the panel makes a strangled noise, then something like a cough. "You say she's your companion, but here it says that she's… she's your wife."

 A heavy silence falls. All you hear is the sound of the waves crashing against the endless beach and your heartbeat beating loud and steady in your chest. You can't deny the shiver that goes up your spine at the word wife, and you can't tell whether it's a good shiver or a bad one.

 And the Doctor - his hair blowing in the breeze, his face a little damp from the spray of the ocean, is as unreadable as ever.

 "Well," the Doctor starts, glancing at you, "sorry. That's on me. Yes, she's my wife."

 He pockets the psychic paper before you can snatch it out of his hands and ask him about it.

 ---

 "Unpaid bills!" The Doctor laughs as he stumbles into the console room. "I'll admit, that's a first for me."

 You cough and run a hand through your hair, shaking the sand out - it falls onto the floor and starts making a small pile at your feet. "Why did you even agree on the Sweethearts Package if we weren't gonna pay for it?"

 The Doctor straightens and pats the front of his coat. Grains of sand flutter to the floor. "I can never resist a good discount."

 You shake your head and sigh, but you're smiling. "We can't go back there again."

 "Yes, they'd arrest us and I hear the death penalty is very popular in that system." The Doctor grimaces, claps his hands together, and bounds towards the console, already fiddling with the countless levers and buttons. His smile widens as the TARDIS sets off, the ship shaking slightly as it takes off of the planet. "Ah, it doesn't matter. There are better hotel planets. We could try Henestea, or Alreneth - absolutely beautiful places -  Henestea has treehouses, love a good treehouse -"

 Are we going back to normal now?

 You find the answer to that question watching the Doctor ramble on about different resort planets - to him, it seems to be a resounding yes. His voice fades into the background and you feel something looming above you, something heavy and crushing that you're not sure you can deal with right now. Not when the Doctor looks so happy.

 It's been non-stop since you escaped the Director - Helnypso was just the third stop in what you felt like was a long list of distractions. Time is arbitrary on a time machine, but you know it's been a while since then - a long while of running away. When the Doctor looks up at you, you plaster a smile on your face.

 "Uh, Doctor, I was thinking -" You clasp your hands together, resting them right where your traitorous heart is, and you smile because if you're smiling, he's not going to notice anything wrong. "You could pick where to go this time."

 "Well, you're a bundle of joy." He pouts. "It never turns out well when I pick."

 "Yeah - I don't think it matters, though," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "You know, something always happens, and all that."

 The Doctor sighs, and nods his head towards a set of switches - you reach over and flick them up in rapid succession. The TARDIS stops shaking and stabilizes, probably drifting in space. "I suppose there is.”

 Whatever was hanging above has fallen - a heavy blanket of tension, a tension you haven't talked about properly for days since you escaped. The TARDIS has never felt so cold - or is it just you? The Doctor looks just fine. But you can never really tell with the Doctor.

 "I'll, uh -" Your voice cuts through the silence. "Get all this sand out, and then - maybe get some rest, while you decide."

 It comes through more like a question. The Doctor nods, and the light of the TARDIS shifts, suddenly a little bit darker. He moves to a different spot on the console, turning away from you. "Right. You humans and your sleep. Go ahead."

 The first step away from him feels like denial. The second step sparks a bit of anger in your heart, but by the third step you've pointed the anger away from him and right at yourself.

 "Okay," you manage, your voice small, and you think you see him take a deep breath in, and hold it. "I'll be back."

 Not soon, you think as you walk out of the console room. You don't look back. You don't see that the Doctor does.

 You're still angry, practically fuming, by the time you've carried yourself into the TARDIS hallways. The lines between anger, guilt, and embarrassment have all blurred and are now mixing in you like the world's messiest cocktail - what were you thinking, believing that one strange adventure would change anything between you?

 It isn't until the fifth minute of walking that you realize you haven't found a door yet. The TARDIS hallways are massive and endless, always leading to different places, never predictable. It made going from one room to another fun, usually - but you had been walking for five minutes, doing nothing but wallowing in your own feelings.

 "Look, I just want to sleep, okay?" you call out. The TARDIS had a mind of her own, and she could be quite snappy if she wanted to. "Can you please put my room a little bit closer?"

 Your voice echoes throughout the hallway - the only response you get is the faint humming of the TARDIS. You sigh and squeeze your eyes shut.

 "What, are you mad at me?" You walk a little bit further, wrapping your arms around yourself. The TARDIS still feels cold, and you're still in clothes ready for a beach planet. "Look, I haven't upset the Doctor, if that's what you're worried about."

 Or had you? Again, you could never really tell with the Doctor - sure, he had his moments, moments of happiness, anger, and sadness, but within the confines of the TARDIS you rarely saw those things at all. He was always somewhere else, fiddling with the console, keeping himself busy.

 Maybe you had upset him and he just wasn't saying anything about it. But the Doctor would let you know if he was cross with you, he always had. If he really was upset, what made this time any different from the others?

 You groan inwardly.

 Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice that the hallway has shortened in front of you. You stop and look up - in front of you is a set of big wooden doors. They look worn with age and behind them you can hear the sound of a fireplace crackling.

 "Where have you led me now?" you ask. The TARDIS still doesn't respond, but you feel a little better - curiosity is a better feeling than anger. You press your hands against the wood and trace its surface.

 You're not prepared for what you see when you gently push open the doors. You see books, shelves and shelves of books that seem to go on for miles. Tables piled high with books and papers, some empty and some full of scribbles written in alphabets that you don't recognize. Your gaze keeps travelling upwards, and the bookshelves just keep on going higher, staircases and ladders spiraling higher and higher into the air.

 So this was it then - the legendary TARDIS library. A whoosh of breath escapes you. You'd only heard of it in passing, and now that you were finally here it felt like stepping into the TARDIS for the first time. I hope you're not too jealous about that, you think, hoping the TARDIS can hear you.

 The room's warm, and it smells amazing. You wander through the room, tracing the spines of books and marveling at just how many there are - the books are in different shapes and sizes, some of them thicker than three pillows stacked together and some of them as thin as a single sheet of paper.

 The lights get dimmer and dimmer as you continue to walk. You feel like you're being drawn to something - when you stop at a random shelf to look at the titles something tells you to keep walking, and so you do.

 The shelves open up into what can only be described as a "reading spot". There are a few desks strewn around, but at the front of the space is a crackling fireplace, surrounded by several comfy-looking chairs.

 The whole place feels closed off, separate from the rest of the library. You walk up to the bookshelves, finding them covered in a thin layer of dust. Whatever this part of the library is, the Doctor hasn't been here in years. Your curiosity only builds, and you pick out a random book.

 One glance at the cover is enough to make you snort. It's one of those cringey romance novels, with the shirtless buff men and fainting ladies painted on the covers. "Forbidden Orbits", it reads on the front, in the same gilded font that these kinds of novels always seem to use.

 The book opens with much resistance - it hasn't been opened in a while, and its pages are yellowed, and you can spot dog-ear folds every few pages. You raise your eyebrows, though, by the end of the book - its last page is still there, miraculously intact.

 It dates the book to a time before the Doctor ripped out the final pages of books, and as far as you knew, he had always been doing that. The Doctor didn't seem like the type to read fluffy romance novels, but perhaps another Doctor had been.

 You skim through the rest of the books close to it and they all seem to be in the same category. You stifle another laugh with your hand.

 You carry the book with you and settle yourself into one of the comfy chairs. It almost swallows you - you sink right into the plush thing, and you choke out a laugh. But you're comfortable, so you flip the book back to its very first page and start reading.

 You don't mean to start falling asleep. You really don't. But the warmth of the fireplace, the faint hum of the TARDIS, and how incredibly comfy this chair combined is enough to make your eyelids grow heavy. You slip into a dreamless sleep, "Forbidden Orbits" still open in your lap.

 ---

 The TARDIS puts the library a little closer for the Doctor.

 He's not good at waiting. He's never been good at waiting. In fact, if there was a list of things he wasn't good at, waiting would be at the very top. And when he waits, the Doctor notices things. So the Doctor notices that you've been gone for a little too long, and he starts to worry.

 Now that, he's good at. Worrying about you, especially. He practically runs out of the console room and the first door he sees are the doors of the TARDIS library. The doors open for him without even a creak, and when the Doctor steps in he notices a little sound.

 He follows the sound, and when the lights start to get dimmer and the ceiling starts to get lower he starts to worry again, but for an entirely different reason. He's told the TARDIS to put that old wing of the library far away - old shame, he calls it, stuff that he'd never admit he enjoyed at the time - and if you've found it, he's in for a full day of teasing that he can't handle.

 He peeks from behind a shelf and a weight lifts off his hearts - the sound is just the sound of your soft breaths, and you're fast asleep.

 The Doctor's never walked this quietly before. He walks up to your sleeping form, sprawled out on a chair, and he feels an unexplainable fondness fill his hearts. He reaches out, gingerly, and brushes your hair away from your face. His hand catches on your temple, where you've haphazardly placed a bandage over the wound left by the simulation, and he frowns. Did he never get a good look at that?

 The Doctor's gaze travels down, to your lap, and his face burns. "Forbidden Orbits" lays open in your lap, on the twentieth page. He snatches it up and throws it back into the bookshelf, where it belongs.

 ---

 "Hey..."

 You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, clumsy fingers grabbing at whatever's trying to disturb your precious sleep. The crackling of the fireplace has died down, and you shift in your seat. Your brain is protesting, but your mouth hasn't quite caught up yet, so all you can do is mumble disjointedly and hope that your message is clear: "Please don't wake me up yet."

 You were having such a nice dream too - the events of the dream are hazy now, and when you try to grab at them they blow away into nothingness. But the dream's left a warm, fuzzy feeling in your heart.

 You hear an amused huff, and feel a hand cup your cheek. You melt into the touch, a satisfied noise finding its way out of your mouth, and you smile. "Good dreams?"

 You hum in reply. There's another amused huff, and a thumb starts to gently rub your cheek. "You need to wake up now, I've got to take a look at you."

 "Don't wanna," you mumble, still trying to hold on to that warm and fuzzy feeling. You're still so comfortable, nestled in the soft fabric of your chair, and you really never want to leave. "Comfy. Tired."

 "I know." The hand on your cheek disappears, and the skin of your face feels cold. "That's my fault, a little bit. But come on, I gotta move you. It's easier if you're awake."

 You open your eyes and peek up through your eyelashes - your vision clears, and you see the Doctor kneeling in front of you.

 He smiles at you, gently, and it's brilliant. He looks a little flustered, his hair messy like he's been running his hands through it, but he's never looked better. You smile dopily at him, still a little bit sleep-addled, and he laughs softly. "Hey, sleepyhead," he says, and all you can think is that you could never get tired of looking at him.

 "Hey," you mumble, pushing yourself upright with your elbows. "Sorry. It's just so comfy here, I just drifted off..."

 "I don't blame you." The Doctor looks around, his smile growing wider. "It's a wonderful place to take a nap in."

 Your hands fall into your lap, and it's - empty… You raise an eyebrow. "Hang on, where's the book I was reading...? What was the title again? Forbidden -"

 You look up at the Doctor and he sputters, flushing a bright red. He hushes you before you can get the whole title out, raising his hands to cover your mouth - you catch his hands in yours, laughing.

 "You weren't meant to see that," he stutters, "or this entire wing. I thought I told the TARDIS to seal this up - did she put you up to this? Maybe I can find a way to jettison this entire area off the ship -"

 "It's fine," you say, still laughing. The Doctor doesn't look calmed by that, his eyes still wide and frantic. It's fun seeing the Doctor all ruffled. "Your secret is safe with me."

 "And it should stay that way," the Doctor huffs. He pries his hands out of yours, sticking them in his coat. Then, a little louder, "Anyway, I said I was going to take a look at you, so here I am."

 "Why?"

 The Doctor raises his eyebrows and nods at you, pulling out a bottle of liquid and a patch of cloth. "Your temple's still hurt."

 Your reach up and touch the plaster - you'd thrown it on just before the Doctor dragged you to Helnypso - and you wince.

 "Trust me," the Doctor says, uncapping the bottle and pouring it onto the cloth, "I'm a doctor."

 "Thought you were the Doctor," you say, and the Doctor laughs.

 "I am!" He puts the cap back on the bottle and stuffs it back into his coat. His coat has to be bigger on the inside too. "I've got the title, I should put it to good use. I'll take off the plaster now, alright?"

 It doesn't feel right under there, and dread settles into the bottom of your stomach at the thought of taking it off. The Doctor reaches over and pats your knee, giving you another patient smile.

 "You'll be fine," he says, "won't hurt a bit."

 Carefully, he reaches over and peels the plaster off - it stings, but not enough to really hurt. When the whole thing comes off, the Doctor makes a face at it and sets it to the side, hopefully to be thrown away later.

 "Right, turn your face to the side for me, please?"

 You follow, and the Doctor reaches out with the wet cloth. It smells a lot like alcohol, and alcohol on a wound means a lot of pain - you shrink back a little. "What is it?"

 "Oh, this?" The Doctor pulls back and brings the cloth to his nose, cringing at the smell. "Just a disinfectant. It should clean your wound up nicely, get rid of anything that might be hiding in there. Don't worry."

 You try not to worry as the Doctor reaches out again and presses the cloth onto your temple. It feels like ice against your skin, but there isn't any pain. You let yourself relax, your shoulders dropping, and you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding.

 "Did I mention it's got nanobots in it?" the Doctor says nonchalantly, still pressing the cloth against your temple. As he says that, your wound starts to tingle, like little sparks of static electricity. "Little robots stitching your skin up for you. Like a mini-construction team, except for your body. I got it as a gift from some interstellar nurses, I never did give them anything back..."

 The Doctor peels the cloth off of your temple and sticks his hand in his coat again, this time pulling out a thin bandage. He presses it against your skin, and you feel it harden and grow taut, almost pulling at your skin.

 "And an Instant Bandage. From the same nurses, too. Revolutionary, the lot of them." The Doctor leans away, clapping his hands together. He's got his "oh-I'm-so-impressive" face on again, and you have to admit - you are impressed. "Well?"

 "Well," you echo. You can't really find any words, and the Doctor takes it as a compliment. "Thanks."

 "Oh, it's nothing." The Doctor smooths the bandage out. His hand lingers on your skin for just a second before he pulls away, dropping his hands to his sides. "I'm just looking out for you."

 "Still - thank you," you say, and you don't miss the way the Doctor's eyes crinkle in a tiny smile. "Really."

 "Yeah," the Doctor says quietly, and you settle into another silence, this one more comfortable than the last. There's still a tension in the air, but it isn't so thick anymore, driven away by the coziness of the fireplace. You can feel the Doctor's eyes on you, even when you glance away.

 The Doctor's voice breaks the silence, soft but sudden. "You're very loud."

 "What's that supposed to mean?"

 The Doctor startles, his eyes widening. "Sorry, sorry - it's just -" he stammers, blinking quickly, "-your thoughts, they're very loud sometimes."

 You can't stop the flicker of panic that jump-starts your heart into overdrive. "You - could hear what I was thinking?"

 "I swear, I didn't mean to!" the Doctor says quickly, holding up his hands, "I promised I wasn't going to go looking where I wasn't supposed to. I did. And for that I am so sorry."

 Curiosity overwhelms your fear for a second - "What did you hear?" you ask, before you can stop yourself.

 The Doctor stares at you, big green eyes still wide with apprehension. His mouth sets into a hard line. "Something about going back to normal," he says, his voice low.

 I didn't even know I was still thinking about that. You frown, your chest growing heavy with the weight of - what is it? Guilt? Sadness? Embarrassment? All three? Your heart's still a mess, and the Doctor's stuck himself in there and mixed everything up.

 "Yeah," you say, pursing your lips in an awkward smile. "I was thinking about that. It's nothing."

 "It can't be nothing," The Doctor insists. He's closer to you now, resting his hands on the arms of the chair. "I -" His voice breaks off, and he looks up, almost frustrated. "I care about you, and so whatever you're feeling can't be nothing."

 Now, the caring bit isn't a surprise. The Doctor has always cared for you, even when it had only been hours since you'd met. What's surprising is the conviction in his voice, the way he says it like a promise, and how much it sounds like -

 The Doctor raises his hand to brush his thumb against your temple, his touch trailing down until his hand cups your cheek. "All of that," he says, "everything that happened. I could take it away, and we'd be back to normal. If that's what you want."

 A reset. "No," you blurt out, meeting the Doctor's eyes. "No, that's not what I want."

 "What do you want, then?" the Doctor asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

 Behind him, the fireplace roars, and so does something in your heart. "Don't you know?"

 Something flickers across the Doctor's face - a shadow, an emotion you can't catch. “Don’t lie.”

 “I'm not lying," you say. You stare at him, lifting your own hands to wrap around his wrist. "And if I was, you'd know."

 You're trembling as your fingers curl around his wrist, your heart beating at a million miles per hour, loud enough to have it thumping in your ears. Slowly, you drag the Doctor's hand down until it reaches your mouth, and then - an echo - you squeeze your eyes shut and press your lips to the inside of his palm.

 "I meant what I said," you whisper against his skin, "on the ship. I wasn't lying."

 "You weren't," the Doctor says. His voice shakes a little.

 You open your eyes to look at him, and you counter his watery gaze with your own. The Doctor blinks, gently pulling his hand out of your grasp only to wipe away a tear. "Don't cry," he says.

 "M'not crying," you sniffle, managing a smile. "Sorry."

 "No, none of that," the Doctor chides. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead - then, lower, pressing a kiss to your cheek, right underneath your eye, like trying to wipe away tears. The Doctor's lips brush against the corner of your mouth and you shudder.

 "None of that," he says again, his breath warm against your face. He peers at you, raising his eyebrows in a silent question.

 You nod slowly - you've never been so sure about anything in your life, not since the day you decided to run away and join the Doctor among the stars - and the Doctor leans in and captures your lips with his.

 It feels real and is real this time, and you savor every second of it. The Doctor cups his face in your hands as he kisses you, drawing you even closer to him, and drowning is nothing compared to this, you think. He breaks the kiss for a second, making a wordless noise of satisfaction, and when he kisses you again you can feel him smiling.

 You're both breathless when you pull away. The Doctor's grinning widely, still holding your face in his hands.

 "My hearts," he murmurs, "both of them yours."

 "Well, my one heart pales in comparison to your two, doesn't it?" you ask, and the Doctor laughs again. "Don't worry. It's still yours."

 The Doctor hums in reply. Then, softly, like a promise: "I love you."

 You feel your heart swell, and when you breathe out you feel like a weight's been lifted from your shoulders. This, this is what you wanted all along - you let a smile spread across your face. It isn't a dream anymore, or an act. "I love you too. But you know that, don't you?"

 He laughs and presses his forehead against yours. "Can I kiss you again?"

 You wrap your hands around his suspenders and tug him closer – you never have to pretend again. "You never have to ask."

    “You know, I do think Mrs. Doctor does have a nice ring to it.”

 “Doctor!”

Taglist: @starlingelliot​, @hufflepuff-always-and-forever​, @littlemissslytherinprincess​, @just-a-nat​

[hebescus]

you are my getaway, you are my favorite place

IT’S VARIGO APPRECIATION WEEK BABY!

I’d like to thank @honeyxmonkey for the figure skater!hugo idea (sorry i don’t know how to put the hockey player varian 😭) bcs like, the og first prompt fic was trashy and hate it. by the way, idk much about figure skating, so i’m sorry if there’s some mistakes

so @alistairwrites , may i present to you my attempt on making a lil cozy and soft fic for the varigo week

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A sound of a door being slammed startled him until the tea spilled on the book he was reading. He groaned and got up to clean up the mess before heading out of the room to see what his boyfriend–well, hopefully it’s his boyfriend–up to. He winched when he saw him sprawled on the couch with the messiest look ever–hair tangled on his face, jacket zipped carelessy, and his face just screamed ‘I’m tired, leave me alone’.

“Hello there,” Varian smiled sadly at the sight of his tired boyfriend and got a faint nod in return. “It’s so late, I thought you’re staying at Cyrus’,” it was half past one, he rarely got home this late, he usually just slept in his friend’s apartment near the ice rink if the practice ended late.

“Yeah, I don’t know, I just wanna go home…I miss you” he said tiredly, his sore arms stretched out to his boyfriend, obviously very touch starved after a painful practice. Varian smiled and sat next to him, letting the blond cuddle his side and put his head on his shoulder. Varian sighed, thinking about how much work his boyfriend has put into for the national championship. Hugo is a passionate figure skater, practically raised by his coach Donella and has been receiving lots and lots of appreciation and trophies. This championship is a big step for him and he wouldn’t take it for granted. But he put too much on himself and sometimes he couldn’t even take it. Last week he sprained his ankle and now he’s already working too hard again.

“You’re so hard on yourself, you know?” Varian frowned as his fingers combed the older’s dishelved hair and pulled it off the ponytail. “I know this is really big for you but you need a break. Come on, Hugh, stop pushing yourself, your body have its limit,”

“Don probably won’t let me,”

“Oh, she’s not that cruel, Hugo,”

“Mmm, okay, I’ll try” Hugo snuggled closer to his boyfriend’s body, too tired to complain even though he wanted to. His eyes were already closed when Varian shook him up.

“Let’s get you changed and then we go to bed, yeah?” Varian got up and dragged Hugo with him to their shared bedroom. He started to pick clothes for Hugo in the wardrobe when a pair of hands snaked around his waist, his head nuzzled against his right shoulder.

“Today’s practice was…hard- like, really hard,” Hugo mumbled while planting small kisses on the younger’s neck. Varian was fairly confused that Hugo suddenly decided to have a conversation, but he probably just wanted to talk about his day a bit, so he let him continue. “I can’t feel my legs right now,“ 

"Why are you standing here then?” Varian smiled, turned his face to the younger boy and kissed his cheek softly. There’s only one answer–Hugo can be too clingy when he’s tired and Varian adored it so bad. 

Hugo didn’t respond, he just smiled and kept snuggling the hell out of his boyfriend’s presence. He’s been craving the younger’s warmth in the cold ice rink all damn day, he just didn’t have any energy to let him go just for a second.

“Alright, you probably won’t let me go for any seconds but I won’t let you sleep with that,” Varian said, shoving a sweater and shorts for Hugo to change. Hugo frowned and reluctantly let go of the younger. Varian laughed softly when the blond struggled to take off his leggings but eventually helped him zipping off his jacket instead. Once the sleepware was on, Hugo immediately hugged his boyfriend again. Varian just shook his head and smiled at this weird clinginess he got when he’s tired.

“The bed is like 5 inches away you know, you don’t have to trap me here,” Varian laughed. He didn’t get any response so he just playfully picked him up and walked to their bed.

“Hey!” Hugo yelped and wrapped his legs around the younger’s hips so he wouldn’t accidentally tripped him. Sometimes he just forgot that his smaller boyfriend is actually two times stronger than him, it still caught him off guard when he picked him up like this. But he’s not complaining, though.

His still-kinda-tense body immediately relaxed when his back met the soft mattress, smiling as the dark haired boy crawled next to him. Once Varian was settled in a good position, Hugo immediately lay his head on his chest, listening to his calm and steady heartbeat while Varian’s fingers ran through his thin blonde locks. 

“Hugh?”

“Hmm?”

“Please don’t ever wear yourself out too much. Don’t keep so much pressure on yourself, give me some of it if I have to. Remember that whatever happens, I will always be here supporting you, okay?” Varian said softly. 

“Hmm, yeah. Have I told you I love you like- so much, blue?” Hugo mumbled as he shuffled up until he’s close enough with the younger’s face.

“Yeah, you have. A lot,” Varian smiled, leaning closer and closer to catch his boyfriend’s chapped lips. “And I love you too. Much more,” he whispered on Hugo’s lips then pulled him into a soft but passionate kiss. His hand was still tangled in Hugo’s hair while the older stroked his jaw lazily. He could hear Hugo’s breath get calmer by seconds and when he felt he was no longer kissing him back, he pulled away and smiled at his tired boyfriend who fell asleep in between their kiss. 

“Goodnight, Hugh,” he whispered softly, planted a little kiss on the older’s forehead before drifting off to sleep as well.

[femslashhistorian]

4+4 Great Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor - AgentCorp Fic Recs

In this Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor - AgentCorp (Supergirl) Femslash Fanfiction Recommendation, I have collected 8 excellent stories – 4 novel length stories and 4 shorter stories.

This is my review / rec for @femslashreviewfest (2017) Day 5: A fic for a rare pair, but works also nicely for Day 3: A recent fic from your current fandom.

What has always fascinated me about fanfiction (and not just in AUs) were “what if?” and “what could have been?” scenarios. Lena had saved Alex’s life and Alex was about to realize that she was gay. What if they had …?

Alex / Lena is one of my favorite rare pairs and these are my favorite fics.

Overview of the Alex / Lena stories (scroll down for the detailed recs and links)

The Wrong Girl For the Right Reasons & What Works For Us by Shatterpath: The one that was the first of many

No Lovers by TheLionGirl (KissMySelfie): The one that is my favorite, in which they slowly build a life together

Stronger At The Broken Places by ShipwreckedPrincess: The one in which Kara asked Lena to look after Alex

Rivals by rTracker: The one that is a strange and beautiful smut fic

4 short stories

1) The one that was the first of many

Title: The Wrong Girl For the Right Reasons & What Works For (Pyramid Series)

Author: Shatterpath ( @shatterpath on tumblr)

Setting: Supergirl TV 2015 (DCU) AU-ish

Relationship:  Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor (AgentCorp) (f/f)

Rating: Mature

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Series synopsis: A long saga of Alex and Lena as a pairing, as well as their circles of family and friends.

Shatterpath has create an extensive series called Pyramid. Thus, while on AO3 The Wrong Girl For the Right Reasons is not the first story in the Pyramid series, it is the first Alex/ Lena story and was the first one written. The second ship in the series is Kyra Hart / Agent Vasquez (but they do not play a meaningful role in these two fics).

While clearly set early in S2 in a slightly alternate version of the Supergirl universe, the first story, could have just as well been a full AU. There is no action, no Supergirl and little of the history/baggage of Alex and Lena. The second story is much more embedded in season two of the show and includes Cadmus & co.

1) The Wrong Girl For the Right Reasons (2016)

11 Chapters, 25k words (completed)

There was nothing about Lena that was not a careful epitome of modern femininity, even the steely and dangerous-feeling fortitude she wore like armor. That femininity seeped into that well-guarded, confused place where Alex's protective mental door had been blown off its hinges and would not stay closed no matter how she might want it to. This… this was right, this was it. This softness and steel were exactly what she had denied herself for far too long.

Kara might have been Lena's first friend, but Alex soon followed, leading to some completely unexpected subtext. And kisses. And a weekend away...

No one is more surprised than they are at what happens after that.

2) What Works For Us (2017)

14 Chapters, 31k words (completed)

So, yeah, that really happened; a wild weekend Alex and Lena shared alongside the ocean. Now what? Alex and Lena struggle with the changes in relationships all around them, some strengthening and some shattering. Kara learns more about both of them then she thought she would and family and friends redefine themselves. There is truth in the coat of arms for the House of El: 'Stronger together'. Meanwhile the events of the Medusa Project are barreling down on them and will leave chaos in its wake.

After having fallen out with Maggie, Alex meets Lena at game night. They take a road trip together. For Alex who has just come out, all of this is very new ...

Hot and lovely. And very well written. These stories made me realize once again who much I love Alex Danvers - with Maggie, or with Kara or ... with Lena.

2) The one that is my favorite, in which they slowly build a life together

Title: No Lovers

Author: TheLionGirl (KissMySelfie) ( @kiss-my-selfie on tumblr)

Setting: Supergirl TV 2015

Relationship:  Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor (AgentCorp) (f/f)

6 Chapters, 45k words (completed)

Published: 2017

Rating: Mature

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

“I’m lucky to have you as a friend,” Lena said. The agent did not say anything right away, playing with her coffee spoon and looking at the CEO.

“Is that what we are? Friends?”

“Would rather call us lovers? Although I myself never went out to coffee with any of my lovers, though is always better to keep one or two around…” Alex bit her lip so she wouldn’t ask how many they were (with some strange jealousy running thru her veins). “I don’t think that what we have here can be called either of them.”

This story changes very little from canon, in fact there is just on big “what if”: What if Maggie (despite the attraction to Alex) had rejected Alex more strongly, moved away and it took her far longer to come around... What if Alex had moved on in the meantime ...

Kara is getting married to Mon-el (which is where the show seems to be heading) and this leaves a very lonely and heartbroken Lena, who meets a lonely and heartbroken Alex at Kara's wedding. What starts as a one-night stand slowly grows to become much more.

This is my favorite Alex / Lena fic. Apart from a few prepossession mistakes otherwise very well written, the story stays true to the characters and their dynamic. It acknowledges Lena's attraction to Kara and the chemistry between them and between Alex and Maggie.

I liked that the story does not end when Alex and Lena get together. That there are problems and the climax of the story long after that. I love how it deals with the fact that yes, there are issues when Kara eventually leaves Mon-el and Alex (with her old fear of being not enough) thinks that Lena will leave her for Kara. I love how slowly Alex and Lena fall in love and despite the odds build a life together.

The characters always behave believable, there is no hyperbolic drama, no stupid mistakes. There is humor, drama and a bit of angst and no action.

 Favorite Quote:

“Kara, what are you doing? Kara let me go? Don’t let me go! Just put me one the ground. Or just slow down a little bit. I’m getting nauseous. Kara, can we go back, I have a date. Gosh, Kara a mountain! A mountain! Not everyone here is indestructible! I’m taking your flying license when we get back. Where are you taking me, Kara? Ow! I think a bird just hit me. Jesus, you weren’t this fast when we were young!”

And after what it felt like an eternity they landed in an unfamiliar balcony. Alex was ready to yell at her little sister for kidnapping her but she felt two arms surrounding her waist from behind and a kiss on her check.

“Thank you for bringing her here, Kara,” Lena said and the agent turned to face her, being received with a kiss. An earth-shattering, breathtaking kiss that for a moment made Alex completely forget about Kara kidnapping her and dangerously flying her to God-knows-where.

 3) The one in which Kara asked Lena to look after Alex

Title: Stronger At The Broken Places

Author: ShipwreckedPrincess

Setting: Supergirl TV 2015 (DCU)

Relationship:  Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor (AgentCorp) (f/f)

13 Chapters, 27k words (completed)

Published: 2017

Rating: Mature

Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

After her break up with Maggie, a devastated Alex refuses to leave her apartment or see her friends and family. Worried that Alex is truly broken, Kara enlists an unlikely person to check on her sister.

Lena, herself, is broken in a lot of ways. Can helping Alex change that?

A story of how the most unexpected beauty can come from the messiest parts of life.

The rather unique twist of this story is probably that Kara asked Lena to look after Alex. They get closer, but Lena is afraid to admit that she might be falling in love with Alex, although Kara is her biggest cheerleader and wing woman.

I usually do not read stories written in 2nd person. This fic is and the fact that I read it anyway and enjoyed it already says a lot. This is a sweet story with just a hint of angst and it culminates with a hot sex scene in the last chapter. Told purely from Lena's POV.

 Favorite Quote:

"Oh! I didn't realize it was getting so late!" Kara announces suddenly and with such drama you immediately know you need to play along. "We are going to miss the movie if we don't get going." Her mouth forms a hard line and her eyebrows raise up and down. Lord, you hope her life never depends on her subtlety, she'd be doomed.

4) The one that is a strange and beautiful smut fic

Title: Rivals

Author: rTracker

Setting: Supergirl TV 2015 (DCU) AU-ish

Relationship: ��Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor (AgentCorp) (f/f)

45 Chapters, 145k words (completed)

Published: 2017

Rating: Mature

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; read the author’s tags

If it's Alex and Lena smut you are looking for, come on in.

A 44 chapter story about Alex and Lena's first date. The date happens in chapter 44.

 This is an unusual fic that I enjoyed a lot. It starts with Alex needing to talk to Lena because Supergirl and Lena have been doing strange "experiments" together, that they try to keep hidden from Alex.

This story gives us a bit of a different take on Lena than the show and probably most fics I have read so far: Lena is rather adventurous and sexually aggressive, but despite her bravado and confidence, she is insecure when it comes to relationships.

The plot & love story There is a sort of Supergirl villain of the week plot but there are elements of a grotesque comedy and pieces that feel a bit like a twilight zone episode. This is a (long) novel length story and it is far more than a loosely connected smut anthology, but if you expect a novel sized cohesive plot, you might be disappointed: This is not a primarily (romance) plot driven fic and not the greatest love story of all time. But then again, I don't think this is what this story tries to be: the story arc is volatile and interrupted frequently by little vignettes, and it never takes itself too seriously.

The fic ends with a cliffhanger and book 2 is a WIP. But then again there are many things in this fic, but the conclusion of the overall plot is probably not what you will primarily be coming back for.

The vignettes / interludes The little interludes are delightful and lovely. Like little creative short stories, woven more or less loosely into the plot. (e.g. one about Jess and her family, one about the history of National city's warehouse district).

What really proves how special and brilliantly written they are is that I adored them, while typically I don't really like these in novels and see them as an unwelcome interruption.

The love triangles There are many arcs - many (possible) relationship, attractions and sexual tension in the story and the author does a fabulous job to dance around them and play with them: The main one (and endgame) is of course Alex and Lena, but there is also a Sanvers arc. Then there is Kara & Lena, and actually Lena & Supergirl - as Lena is not aware about Kara/Supergirl's identity.

While Kara is somewhat in Love with Lena (and may or may not be aware of it), the Kara/Lena/Alex love triangle is the stronger and more interesting one as Alex and Maggie are in a relationship at the beginning of the story. All the characters are somewhat flawed and human and portrayed very well by the author.

The Smut The smut scenes are brilliantly written, hot and kinky and probably the longest sex scenes I have ever read. I really enjoyed the elaborate mind games and "play" scenes between Alex and Lena.

Favorite Quote:

“I want normal,” said Alex. Letting Lena know with her touch that normal didn’t mean ‘boring.’ “I want dinners and movies and nights at home and...all the things you do in a relationship.”

Lena closed her lips in a line. […] “I just don’t know how to do any of those things. I’ve never had them.” […]

“Never.” Lena was letting Alex know...that the dead mother, the crazy adoptive family, the incarcerations, the death threats, the Lillian and Lex and Cadmus and the everything...none of it was normal. Lena had never once had normal. Ever.

Shorts

The following stories are all below 5k words. Some were always meant as one shots, some where meant to be a first chapter, but all of them feel complete enough and can enjoyably be read on their own.

5) Company Series

Author: Alsike

Setting: Supergirl TV 2015 (DCU) AU-ish

Relationship:  Alex Danvers/Lena Luthor (AgentCorp) (f/f)

Rating: Explicit

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

1) Company

Lena wanted to drink and maybe find someone to fuck to get her mother out of her head. She finds Alex.

2) Company (Reprise)

Lena takes Alex home. An education ensues.

 Short but intense series of two fics. The second part is very hot.

 Favorite Quote:

Lena rolled her eyes. "Since you asked and it seems the answer isn't obvious, I can explain. What makes liquor even more fun? Company."

Now Alex looked confused. What was this?

"You wanted to find someone to talk to? Here?"

Lena groaned. "No. I wanted someone to fuck. God, why are both you Danvers girls this dense?"

6) Give Me Love Like Her by Kassebaum ( @kassebaum  on tumblr)

Rating: Mature

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Lena's liaisons get her in trouble when she entangles herself with both Supergirl and Alex Danvers, not knowing they're sisters. She confides in her best friend Kara, who is unaware the 'other woman' is her own sister…

At the time of writing this, there is one chapter (Alex / Lena)

Alex and Lena don't know each other and after things did not work out with Maggie, they met at a bar and have a one night stand in an hotel. In the morning Lena is gone. Mostly very well written smut.

7) Background Checks by inkheart9459

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

It all starts with Alex wanting protect Kara from Lena Luthor. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, it doesn't stay that simple.

Nice short Fic. Feels like the overture of a longer Alex / Lena fic that was never realized.

8) Going, and Getting, Through [ff.net] by By wow__just_wow (now orphan_account on AO3) / Twilight Imperil on ff.net)

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

“I know what you’re going through, Ms. Danvers," Lena says. "If you ever need someone to talk to, someone -”

“You have no idea,” Alex hisses between clenched teeth.

Lena raises a brow, offers her a thin, mirthless smile. “I do, actually. I’ve been through it - all of it.” The struggle to discover and define who you are, being rejected, falling for unobtainable women. Yes, oh yes, Lena knows.

Or: Alex's gay awakening is a hard, confusing path...and Lena Luthor takes it upon herself to help her navigate it.

 Brilliant. There are hints of more (Kara who might be jealous, etc). Like the overture to an opera that unfortunately never was finished. Sad that it never was continued but this is a beautiful fic that can stand on its own. Considering that the author's account was orphaned, this one will never be finished

 If you liked this, you might enjoy more of my Supergirl femslash fanfic recs:

Know love’s exact reason – A SuperReignCorp Fic Rec

10 More Great and Long Kara / Lena Fics (SuperCorp)

6 Kalex and Supercorp Fics, featuring Cat Grant

4 Alex / Astra (General Danvers) Fics

Or all of them

|@femslashhistorian | f/f fic recs | f/f history | @femslashhistorianficrecs|

[ephemeralem0tions]

Hi! I've read your summary of Levihan fanfic recommendations and I've noticed that you are fond of the concept "pretend lovers". I'd love to read your version of pretend lovers, if you don't mind. (or post your Levihan art if a story is too much.) Thanks :D

*Casually inserts self in a cameo in my own fics* Can you spot me? XD

Anyways, college will start tomorrow and I’m so anxious! But for the mean time, your wish is my command ;)

P.S. I stan Coldplay 

Impress (LeviHan - Pretend Lovers)

Theme: Pretend Relationship

Rating: PG

Warning: Curse Words

send your requests/anons here x.

For the thirty-sixth time around, he turned around to face her and gave her a big fat “NO”. His face was already evidently annoyed, and a frown was already forming on her lips after so much persuasion, only to face rejection.

“Oh come on Levi! I know you also want to go to that concert! You can have the other ticket! I’m not even interested in that band!” she pleaded, but it only made him groan. He’s been hearing the same statement for the past four hours and she was still at it. Admittedly, yes, the offer is tempting, but its her purpose he questions.

“I’m not helping you get tickets for your boyfriend four eyes” he hissed. Yes, she wanted those tickets for someone else, not herself.

“He’s not even my boyfriend!” she countered “Well, yet. He promised me he’ll give me a chance if I manage to get him tickets. You know I’ve already spent my allowance money on my experiments, so this is the last resort I have”

His eyebrows furrowed. She’s worth more than a concert pass. Whoever the douche was, he sure didn’t know how brilliant and amazing the woman was, despite her frequent freaky behavior.

“No” he repeated again, firmly.

“Please! All you have to do is appear in the event. I’ll already study everything and you don’t even need to lift a single finger” she was already using her big doe eyes, but he wasn’t falling for that trick. At least not yet. He had managed to set his personal best at resisting them today. Two hours more than the past record.

She started pulling out the big guns. Making her eyes wider, glassier and more persistent than usual. Those pretty hazel irises she knew he cannot resist.

“Remind me why I have to be there again?” he sighed, and she perked up hearing those words. He definitely fell into her trap. Like always.

“Because its a couples event. You have to pretend to be my boyfriend for that time” his frown became deeper. “But you just at least appear so they see I’m with someone”

“Alright shitty glasses. I get it” he replied.

“Yes! Meet me tomorrow at the entrance of the Central Stadium!” she yelled at him from across the hallway. He didn’t even notice she was already away till her voice echoed from the distance. She gave him one final wave, and a heart melting smile before she disappeared.

Great. He was going to be her boyfriend for a day, to impress a guy who wouldn’t even let her be his girlfriend for a day without compensation.

“So what is this game about again?” he asked, as he trotted beside her who skipped excitedly. As promised, they met up in front of the stadium and now walking towards the event hall. He sighed upon seeing that she even wore the band’s shirt even though she had no fucking idea who ‘Coldplay’ was. She sure was really trying hard to impress the guy

“Its a guessing game. It will most likely be their songs and I have listened to every single album they have released last night” yeah, she reeked of coffee again.

“Welcome! May I get your names please, and your team name!” a perky brunette greeted when they reached the registration desk.

“Hanji Zoe and Levi Ackerman” she replied for the both of them.

“Your team name please?” she asked again.

“Team Titans?” it came off more like a question than an answer. He gave her a glare with her weird nerdish innuendos. This is why people avoided her, because they don’t get her.

“No silly” the receptionist chuckled. “Our team name requirement needs to be a combination of both your names. Like a ship!”

They looked at each other. He as always, had a stoic and cold expression, but she was rather embarrassed in his opinion. Her cheeks were flushed red and she was speechless, mouth hanging agape as if her brain suddenly hanged. And those moments are really rare for an intellectual girl like her. Damn she was cute.

“Well since you two can’t think of one. I’ll name it! You are officially dubbed LeviHan” she brunette declared, handing them both one sticker each with their team name to attach to their shirts. Her ponytail bounced from behind her, a sinister smile plastered on her face which give him creeps. What the fuck was wrong with this girl?

They slowly backed away from her and made their entrance to the event hall, where people were already looming and trying to find seats in the busy room.

He scanned the area. Pairs of seats are placed at least a meter away from each other, so no team could cheat and copy answers. A tablet and touch pen laid on the table, where they could write their answers after the host up front on the stage shoots the question.

The music started to die down, and everyone was requested to find their respective places. They opted for a more low key position, down at the back corner, where no one would mind them that much.

“The mechanics are simple! You just need to write your answer on the tab in front of you in the span of thirty seconds. If your answer is correct, your tab will glow green and automatically move on to the next question. If you are wrong, it will glow red and your screen will be stuck to your last answer” the host started up. “Now ladies and gentlemen, please write your team name on the tab”

Hanji immediately picked up the pen and wrote in the messiest way possible. He was almost anxious that it couldn’t be read by the android, but silently whispered his thanks when the sides of the gadget glowed green and automatically emptied the screen.

“Great! I see everyone is ready and registered. To win this game, you must be the last couple standing after answering all our questions. Only the top Coldplay fanatic can pass this test” the host spoke again. “Now for the first question. What is the full name of the lead vocalist?” he heard his partner cuss from the side.

“I memorized songs not facts and background” she murmured, panic evident in her features. He sighed and stared at her, she will definitely fail if he would not help out.

“Christopher Anthony Martin” he whispered, sight directed up front so it looked like he didn’t care at all.

“What?” she looked at him with wide eyes.

“I said Christopher Anthony Martin. Now write it on the board before we loose time” he repeated, and she did what she was told to do so. Soon enough, green light emitted from their own tab, making her smile wide at him. They were going to win this game.

“What song featured Beyonće?”

“Hymn for the Weekend”

“Who in the band is left handed?”

“The bassist. Guy Berryman”

“In 1997, the band’s name was?”

“Starfish”

She gave him a weird look.

“What?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Who names their band Starfish?” she questioned him.

“Says the girl who named her team Team Titan” he rolled his eyes. “Quit talking and start writing”

“Whose death wake did they perform for?”

“Steve Jobs” she continued with her disbelieving look but he did not mind her anymore.

“For which three companies did they turn down contracts?”

“Coke, Gatorade and GAP”

“Who married first in the band?”

“The drummer. Will Champion”

They continued doing so, for the rest of the day. Hanji did come up with her own answers once in a while, when the questions were about ‘what’s the title of the song’ or ‘complete the lyrics’. She most definitely did her research.

“Yes!” she giggled, staring at the two tickets in her hand for the fifth time around as the walk away from the stadium. The setting sun definitely made her prettier from his view. Her unique nose, glasses, eyes, smile illuminated by the warm glowing light. He considered it a mission success in helping her and making her happy.

“So you can go to your shitty boyfriend now shitty glasses” he stopped and folded his arms over his chest. He honestly felt annoyed by the fact that his hard work will go to someone else when he did it for her. But whatever makes her happy, supposedly could make him happy too. Right?

“Oh Levi!” he took a step back, as she took him in one of her bone crushing hugs. On any other day, he would have shoved her away or avoided it. But perhaps the afternoon nostalgia made him a bit softer? Or was it that he was mentally tired after remembering all the facts about his favorite band.

A piece of hard paper was suddenly placed in his hand. The other ticket, as she promised was right in his grasp. She gave him a wide smile but he returned to it with a frown.

“Take it shitty glasses” he put back the ticket inside her palms. “Just go and have a date with your boyfriend or whatever” he ‘tsked’.

“No silly” she gave it back to him, and this time, encased it with his fingers. Now she was holding his closed fist with her warm hands which sent shivers down his spine. Her touch is so comforting. “I got this ticket for you, not for anyone else. Because I know you wouldn’t shell out money even if your favorite band went to town. I couldn’t buy you tickets so I decided to get you one with your help”

His mouth hung agape. She did all of it for him? It didn’t quite process in his mind yet.

“You tricked me? This is for me? But what about the other ticket? I thought this was supposed to be for your boy friend?” his forehead scrunched up with his confusion. She chuckled after all his questions.

“Yes I tricked you. This is all for you. I’ll meet you at the concert hall tomorrow night, the other one is for me to accompany you. And yes, it is for my boy friend” she left him dazed and frozen on the side walk, while she ran away from him.

“O-Oi! Four eyes!” he tried to call for her, but she was already waving at him goodbye from the other side of the street. Damn that stubborn ass unpredictable woman.

[hailqiqi]

I was tagged by @kristallioness. Woohoo! Thank you for the tag, I love doing these :)

(BTW I never told you how damn proud I am that I got you both into Voltron AND shipping Plance. Mwahaha. You can stream it on kisscartoon if you still don’t have netflix.)

🎀 - Are you named after someone? My middle name is my paternal grandmother’s middle name. My first name was my mum’s second choice after dad vetoed the first one (Jade), and I’m fairly sure dad only agreed because he was a giant Rocky and Bullwinkle fan so I may be 50% named after a villain in an 80s cartoon.

🎀 - When was the last time you cried? I’m fairly sure it was recently but I don’t remember? My memory pretty much sucks. I’m sure it was ‘I feel really sick’ or ‘I’m so stressed’ tears, though.

🎀 - Do you like your handwriting? I hate my handwriting!!! With a passion. In Year 3 they started taking away our pencils and giving us pens to write with once our handwriting had improved to a certain standard and I was the last kid in the year to get a pen...and I’m pretty sure I only got one because we all had to have one by Year 4. Fast forward 14 years and I’m crying in Chinese Calligraphy classs because despite being the only person in the class who can read the characters my work is by far the messiest, and I was trying really hard. The teacher (bless his soul) did a lesson on a much older form of writing the week after and I actually did really well at that one (shame it’s not in use anymore).

It used to bug me that my Japanese and Chinese handwriting were so awful despite consistent efforts, but in the end I accepted that my English handwriting is awful too so... I guess it’s my defining characteristic or something.

Funnily enough, I went to see a psychic when i was 20 and she told me that in a past life I was a male calligrapher in Southern Japan. So perhaps I used up all my good handwriting skills in that life.

🎀 - What is your favourite lunch meat? Good, thinly shaved ham is really hard to beat, but I also love porchetta and bresaola. I think porchetta wins (if it counts?)

🎀 - Do you have kids? One! She’s three. I’d like another but I should probably worry more about adult things like money first this time.

🎀 - If you were a different person, would you be friends with you? Possibly? I make friends fairly easily and there’s not a lot in common between my friends so... If Different Person Me were a total bitch then maybe not, though. I feel like there are too many variables to answer this question properly.

🎀 - Do you use sarcasm? Frequently, but I feel like I used to be funnier.

🎀 - Do you still have your tonsils? Yep! I wish I didn’t though, the fuckers keep swelling up.  The doctors were talking about taking them out last year but then the chronic tonsilitis finally went away. It’s like they heard us talking about them.

🎀 - Would you bungee jump? Fuck no. I had a shot at free abseilling off a bridge 10 years back and broke down crying in front of a bunch of high schoolers instead. I think I’d be ok with the abseilling now, though, so maybe I’d be ok bungee jumping in twenty years?

🎀 - What’s your favorite cereal? Oh man, this one’s hard! I love Captain Crunch, even though I think it’s way too sweet now. But I used to love it as a child, and you can only get it in the states so I could only ever eat it when I went to visit my dad in the US. And now even though I’m 30, whenever I visit my stepmom stocks the pantry with about twenty boxes of Captain Crunch for me and it just makes me feel so loved.

🎀 - Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Nope. Only before I break the backs.

🎀 - Do you think you’re a strong person? Honestly, I’m not sure. Objectively I’m strong in some ways and weak in others, but I don’t think I’m very strong to be honest.

🎀 - What’s your favorite ice cream? Chocolate chip cookie dough! Closely followed by torrone and dulche le leche swirls.

🎀 - What’s the first thing you notice about someone? Oh look, a person. I am unobservant as fuck. I once spent an entire afternoon talking to my cousin without noticing that she was 6 months pregnant and it was VERY obvious.

🎀 - What’s your least favorite physical thing about yourself? I have bad skin, and my hair doesn’t listen to me. Probably those two? Which is dumb because as things go, those are quite fixable. I don’t like looking at pictures of myself because I feel like my nose + mouth together are kind of ugly, so I’m guessing that, but literally nobody anywhere has ever said those features of mine are bad-looking so I’m aware it’s likely just my own neurosis.

🎀 - What color trousers and shoes are you wearing right now? Navy blue slippers ‘cause I’m indoors, but the backs are broken and they’re hanging off my feet. A pair of plaid short-shorts that look like they’re from one of those colour palette challenges with lots of pale oranges and pinks and browns.

🎀 - What are you listening to right now? "Happy” by Pharrell Williams is going round and round my head, so that?

🎀 - If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Probably red from all the blood once you ground me down into a crayon.

🎀 - Favorite smell? Petrol.  Yeah, I’m weird. I just like it!! I also like the smell of Jacaranda trees in bloom, and frangipanis.

🎀 - Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? A friend from my kid’s school.

🎀 - Favorite sport to watch? Football, or Rugby. I don’t tend to really watch sport though.

🎀 - Hair color? Chestnut a.k.a. mousey brown are the words I was given growing up, but it’s the same colour as Pidge’s from Voltron and fics seem to call that ‘honey’, so can I start calling it ‘honey’? I like the sound of that.

🎀 - Eye color? Exact same colour as my hair. Kind of light brown.

🎀 - Do you wear contacts? On stage or on set, but I haven’t been on either in a long time! I should wear them more really, my glasses make me look pretty nerdy.

🎀 - Favorite food? I have no idea! Right now my brain seems stuck on Taiwanese Fried Chicken, in all its forms, so I’ll go with that. I never really liked eating until i was about 21 though, so although I like it now I don’t think I have a proper ‘favourite’ food. Maybe yakiniku or Korean BBQ? I would sell my soul for either, so that.

🎀 - Scary movies or comedy? Comedy, because I’m a wuss. @mistyhollowpro is writing a Zombie au and I’m forcing myself to read it because I love her writing but I have to keep the lights on because I’m that much of a wuss (and zombies scare me more than ANYTHING).

🎀 - Last movie you watched? "Trolls”, I think. I really wanna watch Kimi no Na Wa but haven’t had a chance.

🎀 - What color shirt are you wearing? Dark blue t-shirt.

🎀 - Summer or Winter? Summer! I hate being cold. It’s more tolerable when you live somewhere it snows but I don’t so SUMMER.

🎀 - Hugs or kisses? Proper kisses.

🎀 - Book you’re currently reading? I mostly read fanfic, so none? I have to read ‘Memories of my Nagasaki Grandmother’ for my MA, though, so does that count?

🎀 - Who do you miss right now? OK, so like I was born in Country A, lived in Country B until I was 12, then moved to Country C, then spent a year in Country D, then lived in Country E for almost ten years and am now living in Country F. My friends are across a few more countries, too. The better question would be ‘Who don’t you miss right now?”

🎀 - What’s on your mouse pad? I don’t have one!

🎀 - What’s the last tv program you watched? “Voltron”. I keep meaning to watch Dr Who and catch up but it feels like such an investment

🎀 - What is the best sound? The sound of a clean, empty home and no obligations.

🎀 - What’s the furthest you’ve ever travelled? See ‘Who do you miss right now’ question. If the question is from the perspective of the US I guess the answer is Australia or Japan.

🎀 - Do you have a special talent? Talent is a myth, everything is just practice. Some people just start practicing at the age of 3 or something and therefore appear talented.

...So, no, but I’m getting better at singing and tend to pick up languages quite quickly.

🎀 - Where were you born? In a military hospital in South Florida that later got flattened by Hurricane Andrew.

Tagging a mix of both people I chat to and people I’d like to know more about: @purpleplatypusbear21 @joeshmoe189 @ashesandhoney @mistyhollowpro @pidgepitchu @airbender-dacyon @alteanmouse / @kataracy