#or in this case stare longingly into eachothers eyes

[zinkysworld]

There's my comfort ships (moonflower) and then there's... These. I don't know what these are. They ascend comfort, I want them to be happy but suffer but also still be together, i need them to be so healthy it wraps around to unhealthiness, i need them to makeout and drink eachother's blood from wounds caused by another, i need them to be so drained of joyful tears that they cannot cry for when the other dies but instead rots patiently until they can be too. (these blorbos <3) (also ik cosmo doesn't look like the design I made for him shhhh shhhhhhh shh)

how did this mid art get 200 notes- i aint complaining tho 🤩

[yanderespamton78]

FUCKING THANK YOU YES THIS IS CORRECT THE SHOW IS SO BAD

uhm i got a bit carried away there are some vaguely comprehensible and very angry ramblings under the cut

(also agggtm spoilers!!)

PIP IS SO MUCH LESS INTERESTING SHE WENT FROM A NERDY BUT LIKABLE CHARACTER TO JUST THIS PRETTY FACE SHES SUCH A DUMBASS IN THE SHOW I CAN THINK OF LIKE 5 INSTANCES OF HER BEING A DUMBASS IN THE SHOW WHEN SHE WASNT IN THE BOOK!! LIKE FOLLOWING A MURDERER INTO A CREEPY CAVE!! FOR NO REASON!! AND THEN WHEN SHE STARTS FEELING QUEASY SHE JUST GOES "WOOPDY FUCKING DOO I WONDER WHY I AM SUDDENLY SO DIZZY AND FEEL LIKE IVE BEEN DRUGGED WELP BETTER CONTINUE INTO THIS CREEPY CAVE WITH A FUCKING MURDERER THIS COULDNT POSSIBLY GO WRONG" LIKE WHAT THE FUCK????? BOOK PIP REALISED AS SOON AS THE SYMPTONS STARTED SETTING IN THAT SHED BEEN DRUGGED AND HER FIRST REACTION WAS TO FORCE HERSELF TO TRY AND THROW UP THE DRUGS LIKE THE INTELLIGENT AND RESOURCFUL WOMAN THAT SHE IS

ALSO THIS MIGHT JUST BE THE ARO IN ME TALKING BUT IT ANNOYS ME HOW MUCH MORE THE SHOW FOCUSED ON THE ROMANCE BETWEEN PIP AND RANI LIKE IN THE BOOK IT WAS SOMETHING VAGUELY IMPLIED THEN CONFIRMED AT THE END BUT IN THE SHOW THEY ARE STARING LONGINGLY INTO EACHOTHERS EYES EVERY OTHER SCENE BITCH THIS IS A SHOW ABOUT SOLVING MURDERS NOT ROMANCE

AND SO MANY OF THE SCENES WERE SO MUCH LESS IMPACTFUL IN THE SHOW LIKE BARNEYS DEATH DIDNT EVEN PHASE ME IN THE SHOW I WAS CLOSE TO TEARS IN THE BOOK BUT THEY TOOK OUT ALL THE EMOTION FROM HIS DEATH AND ALL THE DRAMA AND AAAAAAUUGH IN THE BOOK PIP TAKES BARNEY OUT TO TAKE HER MIND OF THE CASE THEN HES TAKEN AND SHE GETS TOLD TO DESTROY EVERYTHING AND WE GET THIS AMAZING SCENE OF HER GOING INTO THE FOREST AND DESTROYING EVERYTHING SHES SPENT SO LONG WORKING ON WHILE SHE CRIES HER EYES OUT ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT BARNEY DIED ANYWAY!!!! IN THE FUCKING SHOW BARNEY JUST DISAPPEARS AND IS DEAD THE NEXT DAY AUGH

AND BECKY WAS ALSO DUMBED DOWN LIKE IN THE BOOK SHE WAS DEEP AND COMPLEX AND HAD MOTIVES!! THE BEST EXAMPLE I HAVE OF THIS IS IN THE BOOK SHE STARTED STRANGLING PIP BUT COULDNT DO IT!! BECAUSE SHE FELT BAD!! BECAUSE HER CHARACTER IS DEEPER THAN HEARTLESS MONSTER!!!!!! BUT NOOOOO IN THE SHOW SHE IS A COLD BLOODED KILLER AND IF PIP WASNT SAVED BY HER FRIENDS LIKE THE DAMSEL IN DISTRESS SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN KILLED

i feel that the best way to show how much the show is dumbed down is by the last scene of the book vs the show. The last scene of the book is pip stepping out to a stage in front of hundreds of people and giving a speech and telling everyone about how she solved the murders and whos in prison and its a lovely way to tie the whole thing off. THE SHOW ENDS WITH PIP AND RANI MAKING OUT. FUCK THIS

I'm sorry good girls guide to murder fans this TV show is god awful

[raggedy-dxctor]

If you have time for it can you consider doing an Izzy Hands x reader fic? Anything from platonic angst to pinning this skruckly man like one of those bugs in glass cases- what ever you think is best/comfortable with (love ur writing btw, it’s rlly good)

abso fucking lutely i can, i didn't think anyone would ever ask

mutual pining with izzy hands

pairing(s): izzy hands x gn!reader, brief mentions of oluwande x jim, lucius x black pete and edward x stede

warnings: mutual pining that results in a relationship, slight angst, slight deviation from plot (relationship between ed and stede is somewhat established on ship, stede never leaves), probably ooc izzy <3

izzy is the type to repress the feeling that he has for you out of sheer embarrassment and shame.

he feels like you could do so much better than him, especially since you've seen him do some horrible things, seeing as you've been apart of blackbeard's crew for so long too, so he'll just stare longingly at you across the room and imagine you next to him, your hand wrapped in his as he leans his head against yours

sometimes he sees you joking around with stede and just wants to run over and sweep you off your feet, he knows stede is committed and loyal to his boss, but he still can't help the twinge of jealousy

i feel like lucius picked up on the mutual feelings really fast? but only told nlack pete, who often point out the signs of your mutual feelings to eachother.

"look, babe, their pinkie fingers are interlocked!" "lucius, is it me or have they been staring into eachother's eyes for waaaay too long?" "izzy has been a little less agressive lately, don't ya think?"

ed definitely noticed a small change in izzy, but couldn't pinpoint why, so he fills stede in and stede is equally as clueless

i feel like one night izzy's desperation to be in your arms just gets so overwhelming that he just sits on his bed, with his head in his hands, when he would usually be bossing the crew around. lucius goes to check on him because it feels weird without him bossing them around and he just. finds izzy as a shell of the man he usually is

"izzy-?" "get the fuck out!" "izzy were you- crying?" "sigh no i was just pitying myself" and then they have an entire therapy session that izzy is reluctant to even talk in. eventually he opens up about liking someone and lucius goes "ok so you like them, y/n i mean, are you gonna do anything about it?!" izzy just freezes, his jaw hitting the floor

from that moment on, izzy finds himself feeling a lot less comfortable with showing his feelings for you. he'd do stuff like smile fondly at you for absolutely no reason, accept your hugs (and even prolong them), gently reach for your hand under the table, he even finds himself getting sleepy when it's just the two of you in a room together, he usually never feels that comfortable around anyone

as soon as he notices the feelings reciprocated, he takes the opportunity once you're alone together to gently pull you closer towards him and kiss you, honestly after it he's left stunned by his own confidence, but as soon as you reciprocate the kiss he just melts and grins

i feel like his love language is either physical touch, acts of service or words of affirmation, so once you confess your adoration for eachother he's the sweetest man you've ever met. every chance he gets he'll say "i love you" or praise you for something you've done on the ship today, even if it's just cheered Edward up or got rid of some pesky birds, this man is s whipped that he'll shower you with praise. "thank you so much darling, you did amazing today"

one time, you had a really good idea to cheer ed up so he just lit up and ran over to you, kissed you and then dashed towards ed's room, only realising his mistake once he got to the door of ed's room. to make it worse he was grinning like an idiot and shouted "oh my god! you're fucking brilliant!" atter he kissed you and ran off.

for the rest of the week, everyone just stared at him like a vulture, dumbfounded expressions on their faces as they struggled to comprehend how they hadn't noticed anything before, surely you'd been a thing for ages for izzy to even think about doing that? lucius just stood there, leaning against the rail with a sly smirk on his face. "you knew lucius?!" olu and jim just kinda gawk as lucius innocently shrugs

after a while the shock blew over and everyone just accepted that you and izzy were a thing, despite neither of you directly telling them that the two of you were dating. the only exception to that was ed.

"so, izzy, ive heard a rumour that you and y-" izzy just groans and throws his head back, already knowing what's about to come. "yeah- we are" he sighs, his eyes flashing back up to his boss for a sign of approval, only to see ed with a proud smile on his face, he claps izzy on the shoulder and congratulates him "im proud of you iz, you deserve eachother more than anything on this planet deserves air, i've always thought the two of you would be perfect together, i'm so glad you've finally found the one that'll stop you from being such an ass" he grins after finishing and chuckles, clearly showing that he's joking, and then he goes on a ramble about how he tried to set the two of you up once, but neither of you noticed. izzy finds himself tearing up slightly at the words and even gives ed a small smile. he rushes off to tell you all about it, only to find ed had done the exact same thing to you a day before, but ed had poured more feeling and pride into his words to izzy.

after that izzy vows not to give a single shit what anyone else thinks and proudly wraps an arm around you infront of the crew, after a while they just get used to it snd just completely normalize the new lovey dovey izzy

he's even more accepting and positive of ed and stede's relationship after it, it's as if the pure, unbridled love and adoration for you has defeated the anger and hatred that previously defined him

[mayascherub]

THE DINNER

WARNINGS: mostly angsty, but a littleeee 18+ :)

thanks too: @openheart12 @junggoku @sekizincimektup

*btw sry if there are any grammar mistakes etc. englsih is not my first language!*

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Ethan had planned his day thoroughly, knowing the time he got off the job, planning to go to Whole Foods, already had made a shopping list, so he didn't have to spend too much time in the public. Of course dreading the fact, that he always ran into several of his colleagues and interns. 

He enjoyed planning, and enjoyed that Naveen had suggested that they ate dinner together once a week. It felt nice, catching up on their personal lives, instead of discussing cases like they always did. Today it was Ethan’s turn to cook.

7:01 pm. 

Exactly 59 minutes before i have to leave Ethan thought, looking up from his silver watch as he was strolling down the halls of Edenbrook. He passed many doctors, brilliant doctors who all admired him. All doctors wanting to stand out, be the first to diagnose a patient, fill the chart with the most correct information - all for nothing.

Ethan already knew which doctor’s work he was most indulged in. Hers. Dr. Valentine. Casey.  

She had wrecked his life, whirled his heart like an uncontrollable tornado - in an insufferable addicting way. Ethan have had girlfriends in the past, but no one like Casey. No one made him feel the way he felt, when he saw Casey’s eyes sparkle with joy at him. 

The warmth from her body he was addicted to feel, when she showed him a patient’s chart. Having to clench his jaw, not to embrace her. To feel her.  

“Why do you have that smirk plastered on?” Casey playfully said, when Ethan passed by her in the hall.

“I-” He looked at her, almost scared that she had read his mind. “I just-”

“Did you yell at an intern? I know it makes you happy to crash dreams” she took a step towards him, crossing her arms and smiling mischievously.

“Very funny, Rookie” he said, trying not to stare at her “I am having dinner with Navee-” he stopped himself, as he noticed the other doctors around them. “..with Dr. Banerji. In less than an hour”

“Oooh. That sounds nice” she took a strand of hair behind her ear. “I guess he will be the one cooking?” 

“No, today is my day.. so far he is the only one who have cooked, so i-” he stopped himself as he noticed Casey giggling. “What is so funny, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“It’s just.. you cooking?” she bursted out laughing “I mean.. no offense”

“It is kinda hard not to.. you are insulting my cooking skills immensely” a small smirk creeped on his lips. “I guess.. i never considered it” 

“Well it’s your lucky day, Dr. Ramsey” she put her hands behind her back “i am very good at cooking, and i’ll get off in and hour as well” Ethan considered her words.

“Meet me in the parking lot at 8:15 sharp” he continued his walk, looking back to see a huge grin on her face.

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Casey had to stay in the car while Ethan went shopping, since they surely would run into fellow Edenbrook doctors. And they would start all sorts of rumours. 

Ethan usually wouldn’t care, but he knew Casey did. 

She didn't deserve to be so hard-working, only for people to think she slept with her boss to earn her place on the diagnostics team. 

The drive was surprisingly awkward. Just an hour ago they communicated like school girls, now it just felt too real. 

She was going to his apartment for the first time in more than 2 months. When he left Boston and went to the Amazon he promised himself to let her go.

To let go of his feelings for her, and never set a foot into her apartment, or let her into his again. But here they are. In front of his place, ready to ruin his promises to himself. 

Ethan pulled his key out, only to notice that his door was already open. “What..”

“Has there been a robbery?” Casey said, looking worried at Ethan. Only for the song “Afterglow” being played from his living room, inside.“Taylor Swift? What is happeni-”

“Naveen” Ethan shook his head, but clearly delighted by his mentor. “He has a spare key” Casey looked stunned at him.

“Well i know that! But.. NAVEEN IS A TAYLOR SWIFT STAN?” Ethan chuckled at her comment.

“I am.. so mind blown right now.. an old doctor.. listens to- oh god. I am so happy i decided to come tonight” 

Ethan opened the door, and quickly put the bags of groceries in the kitchen, where he met Naveen, sitting on a barstool at the kitchen island. Humming silently to the lyrics of the song.

“Good to see you, son. I am.. er.. very excited for dinner” Naveen said plaufully, clearly making a joke about Ethan’s cooking abilities. Am i really that bad? Ethan thought, but before he could answer, Casey walked up behind him.

“And now you should be even more. I was assigned to help Ethan” She patted Ethan friendly on his shoulder, letting a huge grin out. Naveen looked surprised at her arrival, yet happy to see her.

“What a lovely surprise, Casey!” Naveen took a long pleasant stare at her, and then at Ethan. 

“What is it?” Ethan said, knowing Naveen had his mind on something. 

“Well i am just surprised the two of you are dating without telling me first” Naveen scooped down from the stool, and went to the livingroom to turn off the Taylor Swift music and returned to them, finding them glaring at him uncomfortably. Casey had retreated her hand from Ethan’s shoulder, standing frozen. 

“Ah kids, that was simply a joke” he laughed loudly, holding a hand on his stomach. 

“You should see your faces!” He started unpacking the grocery bags.

“I- Naveen?” Ethan turned around to Naveen, a bright red color spreading on his cheeks. 

“Ahem. Well, should we all cook together?” he said, looking shyly at Casey, who clearly still were stunned by Naveen’s comment. 

“Yes. Yes I uh- yes. Dr. Ra- Eth- uh.. yes” Casey stumbled on her sentence, although it filled Ethan’s stomach with butterflies, pleased with her equal feelings for him. They both felt like little school children, getting caught by their teacher. 

They all started cutting out veggies and meat, as Naveen and Casey tried to learn Ethan how to roast chicken properly - ending in Casey taking over, leaving the men to set up the table. 

“You know” Naveen said in a low voice to Ethan, so Casey couldn't hear him “It wasn’t all a joke”

Ethan almost tripped, as he was holding three plates. He quickly balanced himself again, his face turning red again. 

“It would be.. inappropriate. And unprofessional” 

“So you’ve thought about it, boy?” Naveen smiled brightly, tilting his head to one side.

“I- no i- it was simply a fact, Naveen. You-” Naveen shook his head while maintaining the smile.

“I’ve never met a person who makes you speechless” he said as he returned to check on Casey. 

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After dinner Naveen left, giving Ethan an obvious wink as he was hugging Casey. 

“You kids take care” he said, closing the front door behind him. Leaving Casey and Ethan alone together in Ethan’s apartment.

They looked at each other, as they both knew they shared a longingly feeling for them to connect again. Them both knowing they couldn’t, their eyes turning somber in sync.

Ethan cleared his throat. 

“Are your friends waiting for you?” 

“Yeah, i should probably..” 

“Of course” Ethan took her jacket of the hanger, handing it too her, only stopping in mid-air. “Wait you can’t go.. you can’t go home alone.. it's dangerous. And i can’t drive you, i had too many glasses of wine, and-”

“Uber? I can just call an Uber” 

“No. You can’t trust them” he said, trying to look sincere.’You can’t trust them?’ What are you, a conspiracy theorist? He thought, annoyed by his own comment. “You can borrow my car.. or” he leaned against the wall, looking at her with great insecurity. “You can.. stay here for the night”

It felt like the whole world gone silent - two adults clearly having feelings for eachother, both trying to restrict themselves - and then she broke the silence. 

“I would love to” Casey said, eyes smiling as she looked up at him. “And anyways, i would definitely dent your car. I am a terrible driver”

“Oh, i know” he said, smirking as she walked by him from the foyer to the living room. 

She stopped, and turned around to face him.

“So do you have any extra blankets or something?” Ethan almost didn’t hear her words, still being in a trance after her decision. “Ethan? Hellooo?”

“Oh, yeah of course.. but” he scratched the back of his head. “I’ll sleep on the couch, you can take my bed” 

Casey protested, but Ethan convinced her that he usually would fall asleep on the couch with a book - so he was used to it. He showed her the bedroom, both of them pretending that she never had seen it before. She gestured to his closet.

“Do you have any pj’s or old t-shirts or something i can borrow?”

“Yeah” he opened a drawer, and gave her a green t-shirt that said “World's finest doctor” written in pink.

Casey bursted out laughing. 

“Well, well, well Dr. Ramsey” she took the shirt and held it up to him. “Why have i never seen you wearing this?” 

Ethan smiled, enjoyed how much she enjoyed this moment. “It was a gift from Ines.. dont.. mention this to anyone.” 

Casey hugged the fabric, and went into the bathroom to change. She came out, the t-shirt reaching just her upper thigh, exposing a very little amount of her bottom. But for Ethan, it was just enough. He quickly looked away, and crossed his legs to hide his body’s response to her outfit. 

“Very well.. i’ll go to bed now” he said, trying really hard to think about anything else but his desire to share the bed with her.

“Okay, goodnight” she said, well-knowing of the look in his eyes. 

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And there he was. Laying on the uncomfortable couch, both regretting his choices for letting her stay - and dreading the fact that he didn’t go further. 

That night he didn’t sleep. His mind was full. And to his own annoyance, jealous of his shirt for being so close with her. Absorbing her smell.

Of course he was planning to wash it the next day. Of course! But could he really get himself to do it? 

He knew that they had crossed a boundary. But now.. They could never go back. We will make it work. And he knew they would. Because his eagerness for her presence would only grow stronger.  

[artificialqueens]

(Treat Me Nice) Never Let Me Go, 15/15 (Branjie) - Pinkgrapefruit

[ chapter 15. pretty woman ]

“Darryl is out front with the limousine,” Nina says, handing the AmEx card back. “Come again soon.”

They’ve been friends for a long time, and yet they always let the professional pretenses slide up again. Brooke is starting to think it’s a defence mechanism for her, so she squeezes Nina’s hand in a way that tries to convey love and gratitude and the knowledge that she can be relied on.

They nod at each other before Brooke turns to the door, and Nina may or may not watch her walk away. Brooke would too - her ass looks fantastic in the slacks.

[ pretty woman au ]

A/N - I genuinely cannot believe this is over. I’ve been writing it for 14 months, posting it for 11 and it’s become an integral part of who I am on this platform. I’m not being dramatic here - it’s been formative in my writing and i’m so proud of writing an almost 35K fic. Thank you to Frey for being here the whole time and loving it even when I found it hard to love and thank you all for sticking around. Please tell me what you think of it - what you’ve thought the whole time and stick around to see what i’ll come up with next.

I love you all! <3

*

Vanessa stands in the lobby. She wonders if she looks as lost as she feels - just standing there - waiting for someone to call her out or tell her to leave or ask her to stay. She holds her bags with purpose, though she’s not sure what that is yet. Luckily, Nina seems to think she looks pretty lost too, and she stands next to her, just watching the world keep turning outside the hotel entrance.

Vanessa looks at her and smiles. “Hey Nina.” Her voice is light, but it’s tired.

“Miss Vanessa,” Nina acknowledges, still staring straight ahead, arms clasped in front of her - twiddling her wedding band.

“I wanted to say goodbye,” Vanessa tells her, and Nina shakes her head, a smile playing on her lips. The brunette has been a nuisance, but she is a nuisance that will be missed dearly.

“I gather you’re not accompanying Miss Hytes back to Canada, then?” Nina asks, her tone bordering on curious, but then again - that would be quite uncouth.

“Come on, Nins,” Vanessa chuckles, “you and me live in the real world… most of the time.” Nina has to laugh at that, and it’s polite, but still manages to reverberate around Vanessa’s heart. They sigh in unison and Vanessa looks towards the outside once more.

Nina follows her gaze to the taxi station. “Have you arranged for transportation?” Vanessa shakes her head, and so she adds, “allow me,” before pacing back to the desk for a minute or so.

When she returns, she has Darryl at her heel. “Darryl,” she addresses, and it makes Vanessa smile to see what a boss bitch Nina is.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Please, take Miss Vanessa anywhere she wishes to go.” Darryl nods compliantly and stands back while the two women say their goodbyes. It’s bittersweet, Nina is the closest thing to a Mama that Vanessa has had since she moved to California (except maybe Trixie, but Trixie would kill her if she ever said it). “It’s been a pleasure,” she tells Vanessa with a small smile.

Vanessa wants to drop all her bags and hug her, but she refrains, nodding politely.

“See you around, Nina.”

*

Brooke wakes up the next morning to an empty bed. It shouldn’t shock her, the feeling of the cool linens on the other side of the mattress, she’s the one who made Vanessa leave - at least that’s what she’s telling herself.

The idea that Vanessa left on her own hurts a little more, that she wouldn’t stay.

She packs quickly - portable radio and suits and lucky watch all put away with speed, because she feels this urge to get out. She needs air, space, somewhere less reminding of Vanessa.

She left her bodysuit from the first night. It must have fallen down in the wardrobe and she didn’t check the floor - Brooke wants to laugh at the rookie mistake, but it smells like cigarettes and her, and it makes her want to cry.

Courtney knocks with a patient smile, and Brooke just lets her in to grab the cases.

“Is this all?” She asks.

Brooke nods. “Just drop it downstairs, thanks.”

She takes one last sweeping look around the room, hands stuffed in the pockets of her navy slacks. She sighs, looking to the clear door of the mini fridge that reminds her to pay the room service tab before she leaves. Stalking over to it, she pulls out a non-alcoholic beer and takes it onto the balcony, yearning for something that reminds her of Vanessa. She stands, elbows propped on the hard concrete, looking over Los Angeles for longer that she would admit. For the first time she might just miss it - miss her.

When she finishes the beer, she places it on the side board and leaves, closing the door softly. She doesn’t like to slam doors - likes the idea that she can always open them again and go back. She doesn’t like hard endings. She doesn’t like a definite finish.

*

Vanessa pulls herself up so she’s sitting on the counter of the kitchen she shares with Silky. It’s her spot - the one she would occupy while Silky cooked (or burnt things and then ordered take out). Silky would usually swat at her to get down, tell her she was spoiling the work surface by sticking her ass on it, but Vanessa would just smile sweetly and stick her tongue out, drinking whatever cheap liquor they’d bought and tasting whatever horrible concoction Silky would mix up.

She misses those days. They were the hard kind of easy, but everything felt worth it. Silky raises an eyebrow at her, hand resting on a tatty suitcase.

“Chicago ain’t that great, you know,” Vanessa tells her longingly. “It’s cold and foggy and the winters will suck.” Silky just chuckles at her pout, pulling one of the kitchen chairs until she is sat opposite Vanessa.

“I need to do this, Ness,” she tells her, and it’s the most real and quiet and contemplative Vanessa has ever seen her. “I’ll wear a sweater, don’t you worry.”

Vanessa huffs. “What are you gonna do there?” She complains, not caring how petulant she sounds.

“Get a job? Finish high school?” Silky offers up, but she’s smiling so much that Vanessa finds it hard not to smile with her. “I’ll miss you, but I need to get out and you gave me the means.”

“So it’s my fault?” Vanessa quips, and Silky hits her thigh playfully. “I’ll miss you too,” she adds softly. She jumps off the counter and moves to rummage around in the bags she’s yet to upack. She finds an envelope and takes a wad of cash from it, holding it out in front of her in a motion for Silky to grab it.

“What’s this?”

“The Brooke Lynn Hytes Scholarship fund. We think you got a lot of potential Silky Ganache.” Silky mock salutes her, and they just look at eachother quietly for a minute.

“I’ll miss you,” Vanessa repeats, eyes watery.

“I’ll see you again, Vanessa Hytes.”

“Bitch.”

“I gotta split. Goodbyes make me weep.”

Vanessa hugs her goodbye and then she’s gone, and Vanessa is all alone in the apartment with it’s creaky water pipes and sticky counters. The draft from the window chills her ankles, and she tries not to cry as she makes a cup of tea and sips it by the fire escape.

*

Brooke greets Nina with a warm smile that exudes gratitude. She rests her hands on the front desk, elbows locked so she can stretch her back from it’s permanent hunch. She misses the feeling of confidence she used to have when she stood tall and didn’t feel like there was something she was missing. She exhales a long breath through her nose and tries to regain the regularity in the beating of her heart.

“Miss Hytes,” Nina greets to keep up appearances.

“Nina,” Brooke replies, because she is finding more and more of a disdain for the politics of politeness. “Do you have any messages for me?” It’s a dance they do every morning she stays there, and Nina doesn’t even have to wait to be asked to be searching for it.

She shakes her head softly. “I’m afraid not.” She takes Brooke’s AmEx card and swipes it for her to clear all the tabs. “Will you be needing a car to the airport?”

Brooke nods. “Darryl?” She asks, and Nina calls for him. He appears behind Brooke in a matter of moments, grabbing the handles of her cases in a move to carry them to the car.

“Darryl took Vanessa home yesterday,” Nina smiles as she tells Brooke - a twinkle in her eye, and Brooke wants to call out her interfering, but she just scrunches her nose instead. “May I, Brooke?”

Brooke nods apprehensively, waiting to see what Nina will say. “It must be difficult to let go of something so beautiful.”

A smile flutters across Brooke’s face before she can stop it - her pale red lips twisting upwards. Her eyes light up and her cheeks flush.

“It’s horrible.” She lets herself admit as if they were alone in a quiet room and she was telling a deep and dark secret - voice cracking uncomfortably.

“I hope you find her again,” Nina tells her earnestly - twisting the band on her finger like a lifeline. Brooke can connect the dots - read the suggestion Nina is giving her like a newspaper, and for the first time, she is receptive to it. Receptive to the idea that Vanessa might be her Monét.

“Darryl is out front with the limousine,” Nina says, handing the AmEx card back. “Come again soon.”

They’ve been friends for a long time, and yet they always let the professional pretenses slide up again. Brooke is starting to think it’s a defence mechanism for her, so she squeezes Nina’s hand in a way that tries to convey love and gratitude and the knowledge that she can be relied on.

They nod at each other before Brooke turns to the door, and Nina may or may not watch her walk away. Brooke would too - her ass looks fantastic in the slacks.

She slides into the back seat of the limo with a sigh, catching Darryl’s eye in the rear-view mirror. “LAX,” she tells him, but her voice must waiver, because Darryl squints at her.

“You sure, Ma’am?”

She sighs painfully and shakes her head, fingers raking through her blonde hair in a way that’s just rough enough to ground her.

“No. Take me to a flower shop,” she sounds definite.

*

The chatter through the neighbourhood is warm and friendly - a mixture of accents and dialects floating in the breeze like cherry blossoms, scattering on the pavement. Two boys play football underneath one of the fire escapes. They take turns kicking it in their ratty trainers, cheering when one can get it into the dumpster across the street. Cars honk, but it’s not angry.

There is a street vendor selling churros and honey peanuts, and the smell wafts down the street till the air feels sticky from something other than the heat.

The buildings are yellowed - a pale shade of ochre, peeling in areas to expose solid bricks, and fire escapes wind up the outsides of all the buildings - six or seven storeys high. Someone is playing country music out of their open window.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, french classical music winds its way through the buildings. It’s so achingly familiar to Vanessa that she pulls her attention away from Fantasia on the TV and sticks her head out of her open window, chuckling as she sees her neighbours relaxing on their fire escapes. A chatter amasses with the approaching music, talk of a limo that spreads faster than the car can drive, and Vanessa finds her heart catching in her throat as she strains her neck to see further down the street. And then it appears.

The sun roof of the limo is open, and Darryl is driving painfully slowly, because Brooke is standing on the back seat, poking out of the hole in the roof from her waist up. Her hair looks remarkably well kept, considering both the sticky heat and the slight breeze that feel like they are fighting each other. She has one hand braced against the roof, and the other is waving a bouquet of roses the same colour as Vanessa’s dress for the ballet was. All of the windows of the car are open and Darryl has the music switch from french classical to an orchestral version of the Disney theme tune.

Vanessa wants to cry.

“Princess Vanessa!” Brooke calls out, her stupid blue eyes wide and joyful before they disappear under the roof. The back door opens, and Vanessa clasps her hands to her mouth to choke back either a sob or a laugh. She’s not quite sure.

Brooke’s smile only falters when she steps out of the car and realises just how high up Vanessa’s apartment is, gulping so visibly that Vanessa actually does laugh.

“You’re making it awfully hard to rescue you,” Brooke calls up, and Vanessa gives an exaggerated shrug.

“It’s cheap with a nice view,” she yells back, grinning so widely it hurts.

She watches as Brooke seems to toy with a couple of ideas, looking between the bouquet in her hand and the precarious looking stairs. She even appears to contemplate throwing the flowers, but Vanessa shakes her head violently, and Brooke comes to her senses.

She places the plastic wrapped roses between her teeth - the bouquet barely fitting - and begins climbing, hands gripping the rails with a death grip.

“They’re perfectly safe,” Vanessa shouts down to tease her, and Brooke goes to flip her middle finger up, but can barely remove her hand from the rail. She may have conquered her fear of the stone balcony with it’s high wall, but she’s not quite ready for the barely there metal grating.

It takes an awfully long time for Brooke to reach her, but Vanessa is laughing the whole time - watching her tall, gorgeous blonde try and climb the fire escape like it’s a waterslide and she’s going the wrong way. When she gets there, Vanessa grabs the bouquet out of Brooke’s mouth, throwing it through the open window.

And then she kisses her, and she’s pretty sure the world could end and she would be none the wiser.

When Brooke pulls away, she keeps her face mere inches away. “What happens once the knight rescues the princess?” She asks, breathlessly.

Vanessa smiles, eyes twinkling with happiness. “She saves her back.”

[ fin ]

[ghost--ranger]

People who still think supercorp is queerbait are clowns

This is so past queerbait, they are straight up testing the waters and setting it up.

You cannot haVE A SCENE OF ANDREA LONGINGLY STARING AT HER AND RUSSELL AND THEN IMMEDIATELY CUT TO KARA AND LENA LONGINGLY STARING AT THE SAME PICTURE OF EACHOTHER! THAT SHIT IS BLATANTLY ROMANTIC, YOU CANNOT READ THAT ANY OTHER WAY

General audiences are picking up on it, even the annoying asses that hate supercorp are like 'well, fuck' like its straight up happening!

I understand that people dont wanna get their hopes up too much just in case, but like OPEN YOUR EYES

[maplecatra]

Racing Raindrops

Hey y’all! I just wanna say that I’m so happy to have been in this fandom as long as I have. It’s been a wild ride and I’ve loved every second of it. I love how the langst community was able to bring people together and how different ships are generally tolerated (shhhh). It’s nice being in such a supportive and loving family and I’m glad I get to be here. I love all of y’all so much. Without further ado, the Fic. Happy Birthday Lance!!!!

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2,142 words, no trigger warnings, Klance and Langst

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Lance watched as the rain slowly slid down the windshield. It was a warm day on the planet, and though gloomy Lance found something peculiarly beautiful in it. He would have been outside but they weren’t allowed to leave, seeing as the atmosphere was dangerous to humans. Lance didn’t care anymore.

He wanted to be out in the rain on Earth, listening to the clamor inside the house as his family got ready for dinner. He could almost smell the garlic wafting out of the windows as he sat on the porch in the chilly air, his brown fluffy hair getting soaked. He could almost hear his mother calling him back inside with the warning that he would get a cold. He could almost taste the garlic bread and fettuccine as he ate as quickly as he could, eager to be outside with the stars. He could almost feel the weight of the flashlight in his hand and backpack on his back as he snuck out to meet up with his friends in the middle of the beach, coming back smelling of smoke from the bonfire and a dopey grin on his face.

He felt tears well up in his eyes. He was there again. He was in his old family home. And then something in him broke. He couldn’t cry here, not in plain sight of the other paladins. Not when they were only a lion away, some still in the motel. All of them had their comms on just in case and he could hear their calm breathing. He couldn’t cry, not now, not now not-

And then a huge sob ripped through him. He couldn’t handle this anymore. He couldn’t be strong anymore. He tore his helmet off and threw it to the side then curled up in reds seat, grabbing his hair and practically tearing it out. He needed to be home.

He needed home.

He needed the garlic bread that his family made from scratch. He needed the bonfires that would last all night and stain his clothes with the smell of smoke and make his eyes itch. He needed the beach, her calm waves as he broke down and told her everything that hurt his heart and the waves that listened. He needed the rain.

The rain and the waves were his friends, the sky and the stars were amazing, breathtaking even, but the beach was his home. The beach was the one who held him in her warm and salty embrace. He knew the sea, knew how to tell a rip current from the regular waves. He could remember clearly the smell of the sea foam and the sound of the waves breaking against the shore.

He needed the gentle sunrise brushing against his eyelids, encouraging him to get up and face the day. Here in space he was woken up by alarms. Here in space he didn’t feel like getting up at all. Here in space he wasn’t welcome. Here in space he hid behind his mask because no one wanted to see the broken person who was there.

He had been shaped by veradero and the warm current lapping against his ankles. He was a piece of sea glass, shaped by the gentle push and pull of the currents into something that is unique in itself. But traveling to space brought something else out. A sort of sharp edge.

He heard someone sobbing, probably himself. He didn’t care anymore. All he wanted, no, needed, was the sand. SometHing in his gut was pulling him back to Earth, making his stomach twist and come out his throat. The universe was too much for him right now. His friendships were slipping away like sand in an hourglass, everyone around him not trying to put in emotional effort or commitment.

He kept pushing people away accidentally, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t used to these feelings of general unease and these self esteem issues since he never had them back on Earth. He was always “cool guy Lance,” the one you got in touch with if you wanted to go night swimming and still be safe. So he kept up that appearance because he was used to it. It would be weird to shift from someone fun loving and happy go lucky to depression and anxiety riddled, right? He couldn’t just switch, it would be weird.

It wouldn’t just be that, it would be selfish to drag other people into his problems. For now he cried. He could hear his soft sobs mixed with the gentle pattern of rain against the windshield. At one point or another he had started talking to himself, something he had learned in 4 grade from his brother who struggled with social anxiety.

He knew most of the thoughts he was having were selfish. Everyone wanted to see their family again and some of them didn’t even have family to go back too. That was part of the reason why he never went to anyone, he was so scared of what might happen. He was always scared it seemed. These days the day mixed with night as his eyes never stayed shut for a long enough time to sleep. His skincare routine was the only thing that kept him rooted, that and the collection of “prizes” in the back kitchen of red.

The rest of the paladins didn’t really consider the gifts that the alien children make for them as prizes. Hell, most of them don’t even take the time to connect with the locals. Lance did. Every planet they went to he shook hands with every alien that wanted to meet him. He signed thing for all of them. Keith was one of the only other ones to do this. He collected souvenirs from all the planets. But the thing Lance loved the most were the kids. They would give him scribbled letters saying things like “you’re my hero” and “thank you so much” in scribbled languages that Lance had taken the time to learn at least some of, using the lions translators.

And his thoughts drifted back to something a kid had said on the last planet they had freed. The kid had said, with a bright smile on his face and some sort of green teddy bear clutched in one of his right arms “Thank you for letting me be who I am! All the kids used to make fun of me because of my darker skin but now that your a hero they don’t make fun of me anymore!”

Those were the moments he lived for. Another sob tore through him and made him cough with its intensity. He was sobbing grossly by the time his thoughts brought him back to where he was. He was still quietly crying to himself but he started to find a sort of peace in the windows outside. Red had dragged his gaze there and made him stare at the rain. Most likely Red was trying to help by giving him comfort but it made him cry a little harder as he remembered a game he used to play with his family. Racing Raindrops, for when he was stuck inside with his cousin and they had nothing better to do, so they raced raindrops.

Then suddenly, his lap got a lot heavier. A half galra and his space wolf was teleported straight into Lances lap, surprising him. Keith stumbled through his words before finally settling onto some that seemed good enough.

“I never knew you felt like that,” Keith said, surprised.

Lance turned away and tried to quickly wipe away his tears, frustrated.

“I heard you over the comms when Lucy woke me up. I’m sorry Lance,” said the boy currently on Lance’s lap. Lances face was still turned away when he heard a dull thump. He looked down to see Keith, who had slidden off the chair. For the first time in a while Lance actually smiled and laughed. And Keith looked so enchanted by that sound, like he wanted to keep it in a bottle. But the laughing soon returned to light cries again and all Keith could do was struggle up and pat the others back awkwardly. Red switched another seat to the front, a couch. They fell asleep snuggling on the couch after spilling every last detail with eachother. In the morning it was still raining, and to boggy to go anywhere so they talked again. They talked about life and about what encouraged them to go to space. They talked about the stars, not up close, but the stars back on Earth. Lance talked and talked and talked about Veradero.

“Must be a beautiful place.” Keith said wistfully “I’d love to go.”

And Lance turned to him with a wide grin and said back “You totally can! I’d love for you to stay with me.” And so they talked again. About expectations and life, of extra miles and video games they used to play to pass the time. Then, Lance looked out the window longingly.

“Hey, do you wanna race raindrops?” Lance said, in the most innocent voice Keith had heard.

“Sure, why not” he replied.

And that’s what led them up to next, hands folded together, faces flushed red as Lance leaned in for another peck on the cheek. They had been racing the small droplets sliding down the glass and Keith had been winning. Without thinking Lance had pressed a kiss to Keith’s cheek in order to distract him. And he didn’t lose his drop thanks to Red. Lance won by default, but his giggle was so cute that Keith forgave him. They talked and kissed the second night, held in eachothers’ arms. All of them left for Earth the next night. It was a long journey and almost over. They went to Cuba first, seeing as it was the closest and they wouldn’t get to spend time with their families after they met up with the Garrison. Lance jumped out of Red as the lion purred him along.

His mom screamed when she first saw him. Then started breaking down and hugging him as hard as he could. His dad was a delayed reaction. He called to mama asking her who was in the yard. Then recognition dawned on him as he took in Lance, the jacket that used to be his. Veronica was next. Practically sprinting outside with a baseball in her hand, she was ready to throw down with whoever made her mom scream. She saw Lance and tackled him immediately. The rest of the family all came around and various reactions were displayed.

The rest of the paladins looked on awkwardly but with smiles on their faces. Then, Lance ushered them forward. He introduced each and every one of them. When Lance forced Keith forward by poking at his back he explained to everyone that Keith was his boyfriend Keith felt a shiver go down his spine. And Lances entire family hugged them all tight and told them to stay for dinner. So they did. Hunk helped Lance’s mom out with cooking and Shiro played with the younger kids. Veronica and Allura were talking together while blushing and Lance was definitely gonna set them up later. And Lance turned back to his partner as he finished setting the table and kissed him quickly, flustering Keith.

After dinner it was a peaceful night. Lance had voted to meet his other friends the next day and then leave the third. He stepped outside and took a deep breath of the calm night air. He looked up at the stars, the ones he so frequently stared up at when he was younger. He felt Keith sit on the porch next to him.

“Do you regret it?” asked Keith

“What do you mean?” Lance responded

“I mean going into space. You have a family here that love you and if you had stayed you might have been able to spend more time with them. It’s hard isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s definitely hard. It makes it all worth it when I meet the fans though. The kids always look up to me and that pushes me to work harder and to be the best. C’mon, let me show you something.” And with that Lance grabbed his boyfriend by the hand and dragged him over to the beach. It was beautiful in the day, but breathtaking at night. As Keith slowly took it in, the stars reflecting onto the waves, Lance rushed ahead and splashed in the water. Keith joined him a moment later, smiling. Lance was grinning like an idiot when he splashed Keith. They had a small water fight, splashing around in knee high water getting their pants soaked. They giggled and pressed their foreheads together.

“Do you regret it?”

“Not a second”

[livelongandpawsper-blog]

The Sword

A/N: The following story is a sequel to "Forbidden Passions of Ruzu"

You should be able to understand this story without reading that one, but for the full character arcs and to get all the references you should read both. --- Serenity Darkmoon Raven stopped and gazed into space. Oh no. It was happening; She couldn't help thinking about Zabba again. She tried not too. Desperate to avoid the thoughts that could not be, no, - would not be- held back. But like dozens of unstoppable vrykolakass they came creeping forward  till they filled Her brain;

Zabbas smile shined like tin foil, as impressive as a mountine, it filled the cave network and Serenity Darkmoon Raven was helplessly but willingly absorbed into them.

Zabbas eyes were like bubbles.If you rolled them they would go quite far.

Zabbas legs were like a spaceelivator. Straight and tight.

Zabbas chest was like a Thugs. Powerful and impossible to ignore.

How could Serenity Darkmoon Raven not be helpless in the face of that?. I mean, sure, Serenity Darkmoon Raven and Zabba had sex with eachother before, when they met at a club once, but it was just a casual thing. One of many that night. Before things got too messy Serenity Darkmoon Raven snapped out of it. But the thoughts of Zabba would be back. Would She be able to resist next time? --- Our story starts in firesbrooke, a normal town where nothing much happens....

--- Interlude: Serenity Darkmoon Raven was finding it really hard to concentrate at this movement her thoughts kept trying to think of Zabba. Despite what was happening, it was hard to focus! ---- Aris was rescuing some bunch of flowers. Suddenly she bumped into Pip. "Whoa I didn't expect to see you here at your house." "Yes I come here every monday." Suddenly, there was a slow creepy, scary noise.He put his Sex in her Sex and they had Sex! They stared deeply and lovingly at eachover . But they bumped into a deep dark scary hole. "oh no I have have been damaged " said Aris. "I believe Headmaster is behind this!" "I deduced as much myself did I" "She is behind an mega evil scheme to dominate ourtown." "How"? By finding a powerfull computer mouse of doom and fireing it at us. "can we stop her?" Yes, by finding the teapot of satan. "where?" In the magical island , hidden in the mountings of bunny rabbits , opposite the pebble of hell.

"Come now, Hero, we must find and seak our quest to do!" "Indeed thee must hasten to hawk yonder!" And with that they left But what started out as a fun adventure, turned out to be actually much worse.....

Because Aris may not have suspected it, but Ruzu had been collusioning against them all along.

Because one night, Ruzu went to Headmaster and they both created a masterflue plan. Oh, if only Aris knew that Ruzu and Headmaster were working together. Then they would be able to stop themselves from falling even more in love with Ruzu than they already had.

Aris went to the armory (She had it build last week after being tired of all the enemas attacking them) and took a good look at all the weapons She could use. AK-47 of all sorts, Bows with sharp edges that could be used as a melee weapon as well as a ranged one, a large assault rigle with automatic and semi automatic modes. But Aris had no interest in those. No, Aris knew that something bad was about to happen. Aris felt it down right across Her spine. So Aris took the only weapon that truly spoke to their fear and ancientedly; the dark golden katana (a/n it's like gold, but also dark like the night), the sharpest sword ever made by the gods. But little did Aris know that in fact, the sharpness of the blade was deacided by the amount of love the weilder received (and so if Aris would be weilding it andRuzu didn't actually love Her, it wasn't sharp at all! Which is the case!)     --- And then, at the worst possible moment. It happened. Again. Serenity Darkmoon Raven gazed at Zabba. It was impossible to resist this time. Like a horse and carriage Serenity Darkmoon Raven was pulled towards Zabba. It was a like withdrawal in a war. It was a like a rocket piercing through Her heart. (and other lower regions of the body) It was a like magnets. There was No resisting. No mercy. No Pants. No longer anything else mattered.

Zabba looked shocked and then...and then...not shocked. She had known all along. Of course. How could Serenity Darkmoon Raven have been so stupid? Those long looks at eachother,the times they gazed at the stars together, the candle lit dinners. The steamy showers.. The non stop sex. It wasn't just friendship. It never was. It was more and Zabba had known all along. "I knew" Zabba said. "oh" Serenity Darkmoon Raven said, realizing all this for the first time. But there was more...Zabba wasn't pulling away. She was pushing tighter. Holding Serenity Darkmoon Raven like a wild giraffe. At some point their clothes came off. They got ripped in the process of the pashioning She didn't care. This is what She had needed for so long. too long. October. maybe more. But this was now now. Serenity Darkmoon Raven and Zabba together at last! They canoddled like lovers and made love with their naughty bits. They took it in turns inserting their bits into eachother. Serenity Darkmoon Raven inserted her bit into Zabba. Then Zabba inserted her bit into Serenity Darkmoon Raven. They repeated this a few times.(Toys were used)

Afterwards (when they had finished cleaning their bits)they looked at eachother longingly. But they knew they must leave. They didn't want anyone to see.

Serenity Darkmoon Raven took one last look at Zabba. "Goodbye my snuggly one" "Love you too, my one and only Serenity Darkmoon Raven"

And then they departed. --- Aris took the bicycle towards Headmaster's Mansion

When Aris arrived, she saw that Ruzu was waiting in front of the Headmaster's tower already.

Not knowing about Ruzu 's conspiracy, she greeting the loyal man and said "I see you've alredy geared up! I've brought some additional things along. Here, take this," Aris said and gave Ruzu  the legendery dark golden Katamaran.

For a brief moment, Aris was confused. Ruzu's really didn't seem to want to accept the blade. "No, this is for you. You should weild this holy balde!" "Nonsense, Aris said, "our love is so strong, this blade is the fierest of evertyhign. I want you to be safe. And I want you.... to follow in my footsteps as the greatest warrior of all."

"This is truly too much,"Ruzu said. For a brief moment, Aris thought  Ruzu's eyes were a bit shifty. Was their love not the greatest?

But quickly Aris didn't continue thinking about it. How dare she get this idea in her head? Their love was the greatest (a/n it was, untill Headmaster convinced Ruzu to switch over to her side! (With sex))

So Aris went in and defeated all the Goon and thelycanthrope that Headmaster had hired until they finally came to the Kitchen Headmaster was hiding in.

But there the betrayal started. Ruzu raised the sword. Aris turned around. "Prepare to die! Ruzu shouted.

Hahaa! said Aris, "But you can't kill me. Because the only way this sword works, is through the strength of love.

"Indeed, Aris said Ruzu. The strength of the love of the other! And with one fierce sweep, Ruzu stabbed Aris. "The love of the other!" Ruzu said.

Because it was true, Aris still loved Ruzu very much. And that love now. That was her undooing.

Headmaster kicked Aris once more. And then Aris died.

The end.

(a/n Ha! Got you there! Aris was stupid for loving Ruzu so much. This is what would happen if their relation was canon. (In case you wonder: IT"S NOT! HAH!)

Credit for the ocs i used goes to mod mustard and mod shadow or @Spiritmew and @shadowphox