#also looking back i was quite gay for moon girlfriend

[badasgirlfriend]

hey, love your fics! can you write something about bada lee x fem idol readers relationship pls

Happy | Bada Lee Imagine

pairings: bada lee x idol!reader

a/n: i kinda hate this but i tried my best hope u like it (i swear this looked better in my head)

Being an idol is fcking hard, Y/N will tell you that. It's toxic, it's draining, and she could sit here all day and tell you about every shitty part of it. She. But she chose this, she knew exactly what she was signing up for.

"This is hilarious," Y/N stated, barely able to control her laughter as she read out the various comments "I'm so disappointed with her, she was such a great idol, but now she's a disgrace!"

The room was illuminated by candlelight as Y/N laid in bed with Bada. The warm glow from the candles cast long shadows on the walls and ceiling, adding an air of intimacy. She could hear the sound of the rain outside, and she felt content and safe as she leaned against Bada's warm body. After finishing her concert two hours ago, Y/N was scrolling through the comments left by everyone. It was obvious that her decision to raise a lesbian flag had caused quite a stir, and the amount of controversy it had generated far exceeded her expectations.

She continued reading the comments, letting out a laugh at one she found particularly amusing. "This one's my favorite: 'I can't believe she supports gay people, she'll never get my money, that's for sure.' Oh no, Bada, my bank account will be empty"

Y/N's phone was suddenly taken from her, prompting her to turn and face Bada. Just as she did so, her girlfriend brought her closer in a passionate kiss. In response, Y/N naturally wrapped her arms around Bada, pressing their bodies together.

The kiss between began with a sense of gentleness and sweetness. In each moment of their connection, Y/N felt her heart fluttering with the same intensity that she had experienced in their first kiss. It was as though the world around them came to a standstill and the rush of emotions overwhelmed her. No matter how many times they kissed, Y/N still savored the moment like it was brand new.

"I told you to stop reading the comments." Bada's words were somewhat overshadowed by the passionate kiss that they shared as she voiced her concerns for her girlfriend. Even though she could recognize the humor in the comments, she also felt the worry and stress that the negative feedback was causing Y/N. She was well aware of the struggles that Y/N endured for her career, and the threats to boycott Hybe until they fired ber didn't sit well with Bada.

"I find them funny though" Y/N replied, responding to Bada's earlier comment. In her relaxed state, she playfully pecked her lover's lips

"But-"

"Bada, I promise you I'm ok. I don't care what they're saying. I love you, and just being near you is enough. I knew the consequences of my actions, and still, I did it without any regret."

Yn was now settled in Bada's lap, playing with the hem of her girlfriend's tshirt "Even if my company fires me, which I doubt because I pay their bills, I wouldn't care. I'd find a new company. What I matters to me is us being happy"

The words from her girlfriend sent chills down Bada's spine. The revelation that Y/N would sacrifice her dreams and ambitions for their relationship was sending her over the moon. In that moment, her thoughts were transported back four years to the start of their relationship. They were a young couple back then, still navigating the world of fame and uncertainty that came with it. Despite all their fears, they had found a connection and a place within each other that made them feel safe and secure. With Y/N's words reminding her, Bada reflected on how much they'd grown together and how far they'd come. It filled her with a sense of pride in their relationship and the trust they'd developed along the way.

Bada had grown accustomed to the rumors around her girlfriend and the various male idols she was constantly linked to, but she never cared. For her, she knew that Y/n loved her and that was enough. Her fans saw Bada nothing more than her friend and choreographer. Bada had become YN's personal choreographer, following her wherever she went. It was true that Bada created all the dances for her, even stepping in to be a backup dancer at times. They even mirrored each other as they wore matching outfits on stage and shared intimate moments during their vlives. But everyone else seemed oblivious to their romantic connection, thinking they were just close friends.

This year, however, something new happened. YN's fans were shipping both of them and the couple found it sweet and endearing It was like a whole new world had opened up for them - where they could be themselves and express their love without fear of judgment or criticism. And that was all they could ask for.

"Earth to Bada" The sound of her girlfriend's laughter was enough to break through Bada's thoughts, bringing her gaze towards her once again. It was hard to ignore the beauty and love of Y/N, as her kind essence and everything she did brought happiness to Bada. As she lifted her hand to tuck a piece ofyn's hair behind her ear, Bada's focus remained on her face as she spoke. "I love you so much,"

Y/N was quick to return her girlfriend's statement with an exclamation of her own. "I love you more, baby," she expressed, her face buried in Bada's neck as she was overcome with shyness. She could feel her lover's laughter and was amused by it, her heartbeat accelerating at the sound of the woman she loved laughing at her.

"I have an idea" Yn was swift to action, grabbing her phone

"Uh oh that's not good," Bada chimed, but only one glare from Y/N was enough for her not to continue talking

Bada watched Y/n bring the phone closer, recording them kissing. "Hoes Mad" played softly in the background, as Y/N mouthed along to the lyrics, kissing Bada on the lips again and grinning at the camera. Bada chuckled at her silliness,

"Annnd posted!"

Bada's grin disappeared at Y/N's words, her expression shifting to one of shock as she realized what she had done. "What-? You actually posted it?" She was genuinely surprised by Y/N's bold move, her voice tinged with concern and disbelief. Before she could question her further, a notification popped up on her phone, with a familiar username. She tapped on the link and was met with something unexpected from the video Y/N shared online.

Bada groaned "no what did you do, you will get so much in trouble"

"Oh calm down, it's not a big problem," YN replied with a dismissive wave. She grabbed Bada's phone and turned it off then doing the same to her phone who wouldn't stop blowing from the notifications. Y/N then casually tossed them on the sofa near them

"Now, let's enjoy our night," YN said with a smug smirk. Her hand reached over and slowly traced the outline of Bada's shirt until she found her way inside.

Bada's lips curved into a sly grin, she was lucky indeed

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[heliomanteia]

sorry to ramble more but to elaborate on why i hate will and percy comparison so much is objectively because. percy's kinda lowkey very fucking mean to nico and that's mostly why i hate percico besides the age gap. he strangles him in the underworld. he gets pissed at the little baby child that just arrived at camp and is big,wide-eyed and curious about everything just because he asked if annabeth's his girlfriend. he questions why nico's so estranged from him in hoo, even though he knows how badly he treated him. he knows how betrayed nico felt after bianca's death because of the promise he made (which, i agree, wasn't completely his fault but it seemed that way to nico). i fucking hate it when people compare will to percy. i dont care if will's more bland personality-wise just because riordan didn't find a way to give him a defining personality, but that's in my opinion what makes solangelo work so well. besides the sun-moon dynamic, they literally balance each other out, nico's the more powerful one in the relationship, unlike how he was with percy who he very unhealthily idolised mostly due to his big powers and status at camp. i like will solace having no big powers. i like will solace just being. some guy. i like it all it's so.. equal. it's so complementary. percico is absolutely one of the greatest evils of the world it quite literally erases the whole fucking point of nico's arc and him getting over percy. also it's so clear that percy doesn't like him back so percico doesnt work in any way. sorry this turned into a huge rant i love nico di angelo so much and im too much of a coward to post this off anon but yea

I don't mind rambling that I agree with! Now let me rant on some more too:

I understand where you're coming from. I'll be honest, I don't remember much of the second saga in precise detail, I dropped it around House of Hades because characterization of both Percy and Nico just flew into Tartarus and never recovered. But...

First, blond curly-haired Percy doesn't exist to me and I don't think it's "better" than his book alternative because of the visual implications of that golden-hair kid looks. Book Percy looks like his father - Poseidon, given the epithet "dark-haired" because of the dark of the seas. I'm assuming Percy is somewhat curly-haired given he's compared to a Mediterranean God, etc. He gives off a certain Vibe that is lost when you replace him with a blond haired kid wearing green flannels. That is Will, that is not Percy.

Secondly, aside from a hard visual flop, my annoyance starts off with the whole "you're not my type" joke franchise. I wish people just let it go. Everything that surrounds Nico's first unequal, non-returned, power imbalance, trauma-fueled crush is so fucking sad to me and I'm not sure if it's because I Get Him or because I've witnessed too many sad stories like his. That's the queer tragedy, that's the loss we all in some sort of way relate to. Not only is it yet another thing he can't have because he's too different (and I'm reminding you that Otherness is Nico's entire character theme - he's an immigrant, he's a child of another century, he's a son of Hades, he's gay, etc.), it's also yet another thing for him to grieve, yet another reason to isolate, and yet another broken dream.

Thirdly, I don't like that RR goes back on his own character themes. Percy's an asshole to Nico most of the time and I dislike it a lot. Dark Percy and all of that is valid, for the lack of a better word, but it's LONG BEFORE dark Percy. He's just... irritated with this kid. For being inquisitive and emotional. Alright. I get that Percy is a kid too when they meet but what happened to unconditional love for other people. He's also one of the people who betray Nico again. It's just... Percy is Nico's idea of a hero being shattered, his introduction to the world outside of Mythomagic. And imo it works the best this way.

Lastly, there's a lot to say about TSATS from the literary perspective, it could be done better, but I love Will's characterization there. I like that Will actually remains with Nico in the darkest place you can go to instead of leaving him behind. That he's simple, and down to earth, and just assisting and helping and taking care of him because say what you want Nico needs someone to take care of him. I agree with what you said about the two, I do think they just fit in nicely together. Nico holding the power in a relationship for once is something that I like a lot because I'm still on RR's throat for writing the whole Cupid thing in and I'm tired of Nico's agency being taken away again, and again, and again. Will suits him because he lets Nico breathe and Percy suffocates him in more way than just physical.

So, overall thank you for giving me a reason to rant about this!

#❔

[plasmasimagination]

Hi there! I recently stumbled upon your account and I must say that this is what I was looking for for quite some time. I am interested by your matching up event and was wondering if you're still up for it?

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail (and/or) Genshin Impact

Preference: women

Characters I would NOT like to be paired up with: men

(I am pretty much gay)

I am a cisgender woman, she/her pronouns. ENTJ, Virgo sun, Libra moon, Scorpio rising.

I am androgynous-looking, can easily be mistaken for a dude. My voice is deep and had a slight rasp to it. When it comes to clothes I present soft masc. I am 6', very athletic (as it is a big part of my life to stay active). I have brown eyes and wavy hair that is styled in a short wolfcut with a middle part and curtain bangs. No tattoos, but when I have the money I will get covered in designs.

I perceive myself as a calm and collected person who is more on the quiet and observing side. Which, close ones always tell me, makes me appear intimidating and judging (Scorpio rising). I like to keep my social circle small and trustworthy because I have trust issues. But around my friends I am friendly and always there to help out with the teenage dramas. I would say my top traits are sarcasm, assertiveness, loyalty, and adaptiveness. (Being an ENTJ and Virgo sun say enough about me, but I am softened up by my Libra moon.)

I am a very artsy person, but also very sporty. I am passionate about a lot of things (playing the guitar, drawing, writing, reading, acting, playing soccer, volleyball, training calisthenics, martial arts...) but in this short lifetime I had to choose one, and it is drawing - more specifically, becoming an Architect.

I've never been even close to catching feelings for someone. I've had barely any crushes, none of them real, none of them celebrities, just successful/badass/dangerous/mean women from fiction. I guess that puts me somewhere on the Asexuality spectrum, most likely Demisexual. I want to use my teenage years to work towards building a secure career for myself so that I could eventually spoil and take care of someone who deserves it.

I don't have much preference for looks, despite the fact that I am attracted to femininity, not necessarily someone stereotypically girly, but fem. For me, I need someone who will be able to match my energy and challenge me with playful banter and deep, meaningful talks. Someone who has a strong and unapologetic personality, (I am a sucker for mean fems), but knows when to stop and take a step back.

[Thank you, even if this doesn't get attention, which I completely understand. I will love to see your future works and posts!]

HEYYY DARLING ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ IM SO FLATTERED HIHI (*ˊᗜˋ*)

Anyways as for your matchup....hmhmhm...

Your match is....

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KAFKA

OKAY OKAY let's be honest this was to be expected!

Scary looking girlfriend X equally as scary looking girlfriend (both can beat your ass)

I like the power couple dynamic here.

Plus I think she fits your type pretty well hmhm...

Kafka would be quite interested in your hobbies, she isn't very vocal about it but sometimes she just sits in the same room when you're doing something (drawing/playing guitar/writing etc...) and she'll just discreetly pay attention to it.

She also will kind of tease you about it, telling silverwolf and blade how good you are at your hobbies, and she'll intentionally do it in front of you

Chaining it to the one above-She likes showing you off, not only your hobbies...just you in general

She will also vibe with your attitude and find it amusing and definitely match it just as strong.

Also I think that kafka would also have equally trouble to completely warm up to you, yeah shes confident and flirty with people but I dont think she trusts people as easily,but when you guys spend more time together she would actually become quite fond of you

YAE MIKO

Honestly this is a pretty good pair, love it Picasso

I don't think miko is as outgoing and challenging as kafka, but she's there

It's just that miko is a bit more how do I put this ..dominant? Controlive? I know it sounds bad to put her up against kafka but I have a feeling miko is more on the serious dominant side while kafka is more playful, especially with their darling

Though yae miko is quite the person to talk to in moments of need, she's a good listener and gives good advice, she could simply talk&listen with you for hours on end

She, similar to kafka, would definitely match your vibe, just a bit more reserved type of sarcasm for example.

She's sly with it, just how fox's are eh?

Miko would take it slow to become closer to you, as she can guess you're having trouble fully trusting her, and she would definitely be less teasing at the beginning when you guys first met than when you're in an established relationship

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[cornleypolytechnicgoeswrong]

Hello!!

Do you think you could possibly explain the plot of Groan Ups by any chance? I can't quite find a summary anywhere, though I'm making my way through an audio version (and I may have been pointed in your direction)

Hi! Of course!

Some of the points may be a little iffy as I can't remember them perfectly but here's the general ideas!

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR GROAN UPS

So the show follows 5 characters

Moon (originated by Nancy Zamit), Spencer (Henry Lewis), Katie (Charlie Russell), Archie (Henry shields), Simon (Jonathan Sayer)

It's set up in 2 acts but has a 3 act structure

1)

They're in primary school. They do an assembly about what they did at the weekend (Royal variety performance link here) and then we watch them as they're alone in their classroom. This essentially sets up their characters, Moon is a spoilt child, Katie is the 'know it all', Spencer is the 'disruptive' child, Archie has just been moved up a class and likes dressing up, Simon is the odd-one-out. We watch them forming bonds as they introduce Archie to their group, Archie sticks up for Spencer and they decide to be best friends.

2) we see them in Highschool, they've just had exams and have snook back into their classroom for a small party. Their roles have stayed the same - Simon has a crush on Moon. Archie and Moon are kissing though Archie doesn't seem too interested in it. Katie and Spencer have been flirting, Katie is worried that Spencer will get held back a year if he failed his exam so doesn't want to date him. Everyone keeps telling Archie that Katie likes him and he pretends to like her back. They play truth or dare, each with plans to dare their friend to kiss their crush. Archie gets picked and doesn't want to take part anymore, he leaves. He finds Spencer's test and they debate over him cheating. They decide to not cheat. Everyone leaves but Archie and we see him change Spencer's test and then rush to hide it in a vent when someone comes.

3) They are at a school reuinion, in the same classroom (the set now much smaller), a side room from the main reuinion. Moon is still spoilt - trying to set up a restaurant and not succeeding. Spencer works in a pet shop, still trying to make his band ( 5 angry lobsters) successful. Simon tries to present himself as a successful businessman, he hires an actress to play his girlfriend (she calls herself 'Chemise'). Katie and Archie are married and have a child together. They reminisce. Katie and Spencer kiss. They accidentally kill the class hamster. (Spencer spends the rest of the play running back and forth to the pet shop trying to replace hamsters that keep getting killed or going missing). Simon stages an elaborate breakup with 'chemise' to try and win Moon but they keep staging it infront of the wrong people. Eventually, someone finds the test paper in the vent. They debate over opening it to see whether Spencer's life would have been different. Spencer is angry with Archie because he thinks he did it because he was jealous of him (because he wanted to be with Katie). Archie reveals he was jealous of Katie because he had a crush on Spencer. Katie is shocked and wants to know if Archie was gay the entire time they were together. Archie says he was and apologises, explains how it felt for him growing up hating who he was. Katie apologises to Archie, tells him they'll work it out together, that she loves him. Their babysitter calls Katie and tells her their child feels ill. Katie goes to leave with Archie to look after their child and work through everything together. Simon stands up to Moon, explaining how he tried to hard to win her approval and he was never worthy. Moon feels bad and consoles him.

Also throughout about 1/2 of this act a random guy called Paul runs around talking to people and they just pretend they remember him. Eventually he realises he's gone to the wrong reuinion.

Hope this was helpful! :)

#Groan ups #mischief theatre #mischief comedy #groan ups spoilers #cornleypolytechnicgoeswrong gallery

[likeshipsonthesea]

I don’t know if you take requests for nurseydex fics... but if you do the song “omg did she call him baby” by Beth McCarthy screams a heartbroken Nursey when Dex has a girlfriend

i like really can’t do genuine heartbreak but i CAN do angst that ends happy, so here’s my best shot :)

Nursey’s got a red Solo cup in one hand and a plastic champagne flute in the other and it’s sometime after three but before five and he is definitely not thinking about her or him or them together when he looks up between one sip and another to see the telltale blue hair reflecting the murky spotlights of the basement.

Nursey squints. He could be making things up--his brain is nice like that-- but he doesn’t think he’s imagining things. She’s got very distinctive hair, Dex’s--girlfriend. It’d been rather disappointing, actually, the blue hair. The whole thing had been easier to deal with when he’d been picturing some light-haired brunette going for an economics degree who smiled like a mom at soccer practice. Someone who Nursey could reasonably dislike on grounds of, like, predictability.

But no, Dex had to bring home a blue-haired physics major with a nose ring and good taste in music and the ability to out-argue Shitty while polishing off Bitty’s pie, i.e. perfect. Even Lardo couldn’t pretend like she wasn’t awesome for Nursey’s sake. Even Nursey can’t pretend like Amanda isn’t awesome for his own sake. She’s just so--so--

Nursey squints.

So-- making out with some random girl in a blouse at a frat party.

What the fuck.

Nursey is about two margaritas and three years too deep to be dealing with the emotional ramifications of catching the girlfriend of his best friend (who he’s also kind of sort of possibly maybe totally in love with) macking on some consultant for Goldman Sachs or some shit in the basement of arguably one of the worst frats at Samwell. This one doesn’t even have good music, Nursey’s only here to get drunk without the possibility of Dex calling Nursey Patrol and helping Nursey up the stairs and saying nothing about the poetry Nursey spills or the way his hands linger.

(Fuck does Nursey hate Nursey Patrol, fuck does he hate how much he loves it.)

Nursey downs the rest of the champagne flute--which was probably mostly orange juice at this point anyway-- and hands the red Solo cup to a freshman gearing himself up to talk to a cute boy a few feet away and then Nursey gets the fuck out of dodge. He manages to get a better look at the corporate recruiter Amanda is cheating on Dex with (and really, if you’re going to cheat on Dex, you’re really going to pick a chick in a blouse that probably has opinions on the stock market???) and if he hadn’t been sure before, the distinctive tattoo on Amanda’s shoulder proves that it’s really her.

(“Tattoos? Tattoos? I have tattoos.” “I know you do, Nurse.” “They’re really nice tattoos.” “I know they are, Nurse.”)

Emerging from the basement and then the frat house itself is instantly sobering. The chill from winter hasn’t quite left the air at night and Nursey wraps his arms around himself and doesn’t think about how Dex chirped him about not wearing a coat before he’d left. The frat isn’t far away from the Haus, thank god, but it is slightly farther when he turns left instead of right and then has to a backtrack a bit, but he still gets back in under ten minutes and he can still feel his hands, so overall, a win.

Attempting to get into the Haus quietly is a lost cause, given its one thousand year old floor and the fact that a ladybug could fart in the kitchen and wake up the guys in the attic. Still, Nursey gives it the good college try, which is why he’s creeping ridiculously through the living room when the light turns on suddenly and he screams, much to the amusement of Dex, standing in the kitchen doorway.

“Fuck, dude, what the fuck.”

Dex just smirks in that horribly attractive way of his. “How was the Psi-U basement?”

Nursey thinks of blue hair, washed out in the lights, Amanda’s hand on that girl’s cheek, the way Dex smiles when he’s around her. “Fine,” Nursey says, swaying.

The amusement falters and Nursey wishes he could figure out a way to keep the smile on Dex’s face the way Amanda does. Dex takes a step closer. “Are you alright?”

Nursey shakes his head violently and takes a step back, a step farther away. This is the part where he says yes, yes of course Dexy-darling, I’m right as rain, what about you? This is the part where Dex rolls his eyes and loops his arm around Nursey’s waist, his warm side pressed into Nursey’s. The part where they go upstairs, where Nursey writes his best poetry that he’s too embarrassed to write down when he’s sober, where Dex tells him to sleep well and lingers outside the doorway long enough for Nursey’s breathing to slow and then the floor creaks and Nursey knows he’s gone and wishes he’d held on just a little bit longer--

“Nursey, what’s wrong?”

Nursey shakes his head again. He means to say nothing, he means to say, I’m going to bed, he means to-- “Amanda, she--”

The concern turns to alarm. Why can’t Nursey ever make it better? “Is she alright? Did you see her? Is she okay?”

Nursey shakes his head again. He can’t seem to stop doing that. “She’s fine, she--she--” He swallows, and it’s sticky, cloying, citrusy and sweet on the back of his tongue. “She--there was this girl, she-- Amanda, she--”

Dex won’t stop frowning, concern knitting his eyebrows together with three short wrinkles, and Nursey has wanted to smooth them out with his fingertips every time he sees them since sophomore year, and he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be telling Dex this while he’s drunk, shouldn’t be telling Dex this at all, but he’s Nursey’s friend first and Nursey has to believe he’d tell Dex regardless of the love thing, he must--

“She was kissing some girl. In the Psi-U basement.”

The wrinkles smooth out. The amusement returns. Nursey--he can’t make sense of it over the ringing in his ears. Why is Dex smiling? Did--did Nursey do that?

“Did she look like a lawyer?” he asks, and at Nursey’s confusion clarifies, “The girl Amanda was kissing. Did she look like a lawyer?” Nursey nods dumbly. Dex’s smile only grows. Nursey is so, so confused and also more in love than he’s ever been. “Finally. I just won fifty bucks.”

What the fuck. “What the fuck.”

Dex laughs--laughs. “The girl’s name is Tammy. She graduated last year and moved to Boston. Amanda’s been in love with her forever, and I bet her that she’d get with Tammy before I--” Flush appears high on Dex’s cheeks, the soft pink one that means embarrassment and Nursey imagines would taste like cherry pie against his lips.

Nursey is--still quite a bit drunk. He needs--clarification. “You--you bet your girlfriend that she would get with her friend at a frat party?”

Dex’s nose scrunches up in Nursey’s favorite way--the same way it does when he’s trying to write humanities essays, the reason Nursey always says yes when Dex asks for help. “Girlfriend? Did you think Amanda was my girlfriend?”

Nursey remembers the start, hearing about Amanda every other day, then every day, then it was, sorry I can’t come, I’m meeting Amanda at-- and then one day at Annie’s, a girl with blue hair and a sharp grin yelled Babe! from across the room and planted a kiss on Dex’s cheek, her hand lingering on his shoulder, sipping from his coffee cup, getting him to smile like that--

“Well, yeah.” Nursey’s head is spinning and, for the first time tonight, not from the gin. “Is she--is she not?”

“Oh God, no, she’s so fucking gay, dude.” Laughter twinkles in Dex’s eyes. Nursey is drunker than he’s been since freshmen year of high school when Shitty snuck in some of his dad’s hard liquor and the janitors found them on the roof singing Disney songs at the moon. Dex’s girlfriend is gay. Dex’s girlfriend isn’t his girlfriend. Dex is--is smiling at him like he smiles at his girlfriend who isn’t his girlfriend.

“Oh,” Nursey says, dazed, “chill.”

“Oh wow,” Dex grins, leaning into the doorframe, “I can’t believe you thought--and you thought telling me my girlfriend was cheating on me at 3am while shit-drunk was a good idea?”

Nursey says, “Hey, honesty is important, and I’m not--” He stops. He remembers something. He squints. “Wait. If you bet 50 bucks on Amanda getting with Tammy, who did Amanda bet you would get with?”

The cherry pie blush is back. Nursey takes an absent-minded step forward. The room feels so much lighter now that Dex’s girlfriend isn’t cheating on him. The distance between them feels so much sillier now that Dex doesn’t have a girlfriend.

“Ah, well.” Dex rubs at the back of his neck, all country bumpkin sheepish to ask his sweetheart to the dance, and--and--

“I’m the sweetheart,” Nursey realizes with the kind of crystal clarity only afforded by the most copious amounts of alcohol.

Dex’s eyebrows furrow, those sweet little wrinkles appearing between them, and Nursey takes two long strides forward and presses his thumb into them. Dex goes cross-eyed trying to watch, but moves his eyes to meet Nursey’s after a moment.

Nursey grins, likely a bit sloppy from the gin, but he can’t find it in himself to care at the moment. “I’m the sweetheart,” he repeats, beaming.

Dex tries to repress the smile at his lips. “You’re not a sweetheart.”

“Yes I am,” Nursey sings, listing forwards. “You like me.”

“You’re an asshole.” Dex’s smile grows. Nursey watches its progress and sways.

“They’re not mutually exclusive,” he says, tracking the pink lips as they spread, revealing teeth and--and tongue and--

“I hate that you can still say mutually exclusive when you’re this drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm. See, I’ll prove it.”

“How do you plan on--”

If Dex’s mouth weren’t so preoccupied, he might say that the taste on Nursey’s tongue is a good indication that he is in fact fairly tipsy, but as it is--well. He’s got other things to do.

(Amanda asserts that they tied since it happened on the same night and only pays $25. Tammy throws in five more and a condom and they call it even. Nursey kisses away Dex’s protest and pockets the condom, much to Amanda’s amusement. Turns out, she’s even cooler when she isn’t dating the love of Nursey’s life.)

#nurseydex #dexnursey #check please #derek nurse #nursey #dex #william poindexter #my writing #sort of fic #ficlet #i wrote this instead of an essay #bc i make good decisions #also sorry it's like almost not at all based on the song #i don't do heartbreak well #i can do angst with a happy ending #or even jealousy #but no heartbreak #also also i am rather tipsy atm #so if there are any typos #no there aren't #cool? #cool

[thechangeling]

But you like her better: Part 1

This fic features Kit's potential new girlfriend hinted at in a letter from Tessa to Magnus in CC's newsletter. A bunch of people in the fandom built her from the ground up @littlx-songbxrd @foxglove-airmid @the-wckd-powers @adoravel-fenomeno and @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood to name a few, and gave her a personality, name and backround. Their name is Marí.

Kit uses he/they pronouns in this fic and Marí uses she/they.

Cw: Disassociation (or at least how I experience it idk it might not be the same for everyone), negative self talk, self injurious stims, and bad coping mechanisms.

Title is from Heather by Conan Gray.

Marìa. Marí as she preferred to be called, was a bubbly kind soul with a wide inviting smile and a melodic voice.

Even Ty could admit that they were quite beautiful, despite not seeing women (or in Marí's case anyone who was particularly alienated with womanhood,) in a romantic or sexual light. It took him awhile to realize he was gay, but when he did it just seemed so obvious. He had gone through a minor phase of experimentation at the scholomance when he was younger but it hadn't lasted long.

Still Marí was stunning. And perhaps what made her even more stunning was her kindness and generosity. Ty had met her on the beach in LA while she and her parents were visiting the LA institute for a downworlder/shadowhunter summit being held by Helen, Aline, Mark and Cristina, similar to the one Julian held in 2012.

Ty noticed that Tessa and Jem were present, but Kit was not. He was not exactly sure how that should make him feel. So Ty elected to push the pain in his chest further down. To shove all if his unresolved feelings and worries and questions about Kit Herondale back into the metaphorical box and move on.

So he had gone outside to walk on the beach to distract himself when he found Marí sitting on the sand and crying.

Apparently according to them, they had come across a few dead moon jellyfish, or Aurelia aurita as was more scientifically accurate, that had washed up on the beach.

Ty remembered being moved by how she had such compassion for another living creature who wasn't even a person. It was rare. Ty had helped her bury them. She seemed wary and a little hostile around him at first, noticing his runes. She was clutching her body tightly. Ty noticed her anxiety and told her how he was also a lover of aquatic life and he found marine biology fascinating. This had prompted her to instantly change demeanor and become very excited and start jumping up and down and waving her hands before she told him that she was studying marine biology at university in Devon.

The mention of Devon should gave promoted Ty to wonder if Marí knew Kit but he was still putting up mental blocks to protect himself from the Kit situation so it hadn't crossed Ty's mind.

They had sat on the beach and talked for hours. Marí told him their name and that they used she/they pronouns. They also told Ty that they were from Devon, but their family was from Loiza, a city on the Northeastern coast of Puerto Rico. And also that they were all werewolves who pretty much hated shadowhunters but he seemed ok because he liked jellyfish. They mentioned that marine biology was one of their special interests and that they were autistic and had ADHD.

It would have been the perfect opportunity to tell Marí about him also being autistic but Ty being guarded and asocial, decided not to and told her as little as possible. He supposed he had some trust issues after everything. He mentioned his name, that he was attending the scholomance, and a few basic facts about his family. He also talked about his friend Alyssa Reyes. 

Alyssa or Ali as he called her, was a werewolf with Maia's pack in New York. She was assigned as a liaison to the scholomance to act as a bridge between the werewolves and future centurions. And BOY had she complained about it. Alyssa was basically the president of the fuck shadowhunters club and she was autistic and had ADHD. She and Marí would have gotten along quite well.

Marí overall did most of the talking but she didn't seem to mind. On the contrary.

Ty had no idea that by that point they were already dating Kit.

When Kit returned with apologetic smiles and a new found charisma and confidence, he also brought her. And she was so happy to see Ty again that he felt so guilty for feeling torn up inside.

Ty couldn't hate Marí. Not even if he tried. They hadn't done anything wrong and neither had Kit. So Ty would just have to settle for hating himself for being angry over nothing.

Kit and Ty weren't really talking. Sure they had exchanged some words together when basically forced to, but Kit was being standoffish and Ty was still feeling a little annoyed. But mostly hurt. Ty had heard that Kit was using he/they pronouns and now identified as genderfluid. He had so many questions for Kit but Ty knew he couldn't ask. At least not right now.

Currently Ty was watching Kit and Marí talking. Kit was in the middle of telling her what looked to be a funny story based on the way she was laughing. Kit pushed a lock of dark curly hair back behind her ear and smiled.

Ty felt queasy. He bit his lip and averted his gaze trying to shake off the horrible feeling. Everytime he saw them together his chest felt like it was being squeezed by a juicer. Like he was being crushed and torn up on the inside and it was his fault. Just like it was his fault that Kit left. Or maybe that wasn't true. Maybe it was just inevitable but that didn't make it any easier.

Ty didn't have the right to be jealous or upset. He had no claim over Kit. He was being ridiculous he told himself as he attempted to shove all of these dark feelings into the box.

But this time it wasn't working.

"Alright you look like you're about to snap crackle and pop," Ty heard a voice say beside him. "What gives Sherlock?"

Ty looked up to see Alyssa Reyes standing next to him. When they had all congregated together in the LA institute and Kit had brought Marí and his friend Janessa back with them. Ty had decided to bring his lucky charm and close friend with him.

When Alyssa first came to the scholomance things were quite rough. But they had connected, first on the basis of being autistic and then through other things. Ali also had a love of mysteries and the two of them together were quite the team. The two of them had become incredibly close. Anush called her Irene because she was the only one who could outsmart Ty.

Speaking of Anush..

He was currently still back at the scholomance. They had both decided it was best for him to stay behind so they could spend some time apart. They had recently broken up after Ty finally realized he wasn't in a good place emotionally to date anyone. Ty had been forced to put Livvy's spirit to rest permanently when it started to have an affect on the mortal world negativity. It had been Livvy herself who had begged Ty to save the world at her expense.

That had been about a month ago and Ty was still relatively numb. He had a feeling it would begin to hurt eventually. Just not yet.

"Hey did you hear me?" Alyssa raised her voice. "What's wrong?" Ty refocused on his friend.

She was wearing her costume for the Halloween party they were all attending tonight. Kit, Ty, Dru, Alyssa, Marí, Jaime, Janessa and Thaís. It was Dru herself who had suggested they need a break from essentially preparing themselves for what was probably going to be another war. So they were headed to a vampire hosted party at a club in downtown LA. Alyssa had been sure to grab earplugs for Ty and herself which he was grateful for.

Alyssa was dressed as Aeryn Sun from Farscape, one of the many autistic coded characters from scifi that she was obsessed with. She was wearing a long black leather trench coat with black leather pants and a black tank top. Her dark brown hair was pulled back onto a long braid traveling down to her lower back. She even had leather boots and a fake blaster gun holstered at her thigh to complete the look.

And Ty of course, was dressed as Sherlock.

Ty shook his head at her. "Nothing Ali I'm fine."

Alyssa glowered at him. "Bullshit you're fine. I thought we agreed never to lie to each other?"

Ty sighed, gazing back at Kit and Marí, still smiling at each other. Alyssa followed his gaze.

"Oh you're jealous aren't you!" She declared matter of factly. Ty instantly shushed her.

"Oh relax they can't hear us, she muttered. We're too far away." She twirled her long braid and stimmed with the ends of it. "You know if you plan on taking your anger out on that lovely girl, a member of our COMMUNITY no less, who has done absolutely nothing wrong, then I'm like legally required to throw hands," she said with a smile.

Ty didn't smile back. "I wouldn't," he murmered, looking down. He had been flicking his fingers lazily at his sides, but now Ty found that wasn't good enough. He dug his fingernails into his right palm.

Alyssa looked concerned. "Hey I was just kidding," she said softly. She took his hand that had been creating little half-moon red divots on his skin and carefully threaded his fingers through her own.

Ali squeezed Ty's hand. "You know I'm on your side no matter what." He squeezed back.

Ty looked at the couple again. Emotions swirled all around his heart like little ribbons grazing against the sides. It wasn't just jealousy neccessary and Ty was a little shocked to find that he wasn't angry anymore. He was just...what?

Sad?

Sad didn't even begin to feel like it covered it. He felt so lost. And alone. And.... He felt himself starting to drift away, separating from himself. Ty could hear the fuzzy far away echo of someone trying to speak to him, but he couldn't make out the words. They were getting further and further away.

Everything was blurry and out of focus.

"Ty!" He heard a voice shout. With a jolt he was snapped back into his body. He turned to face Alyssa who was staring at him, looking obviously alarmed.

But the worst part was that everyone else was staring at him too. Including Kit. They looked  shocked, but also something else that Ty couldn't quite pinpoint. There was an air of desperation to their voice when they asked,

"Are you ok?"

Was Ty ok?

It was such a funny question coming from Kit who hadn't spoken more than two words to him this whole time.

Kit who had left.

Ty didn't know what else to do except laugh. He burst laughing hysterically, almost falling from his position of where he was leaning against the wall. He desperately tried to gasp for air as he cackled.

Everyone was staring at him looking horrified. Dru pulled out her phone as if she was contemplating calling someone, then decided against it. Tears were starting to roll down Ty's cheeks as he kept laughing.

Alyssa grabbed his arm. "Alright, come with me," she ordered, dragging him to the side. Ty managed to stop laughing as she guided him firmly into the training room.

Ty's eyes were still blurry with tears, so he wiped them away. Alyssa was smiling at him softly, looking sympathetic. "It's gonna be ok Ty,: she cooed, taking his hand again. Alyssa began to rub slow soothing circles onto his palm.

"Ok, you wanna tell me what's going on now?" She asked gently. Ty sniffed and used his other hand to wipe away the rest of his tears.

"I don't know what to say," he admitted. "I don't know how to describe or explain it.

Alyssa nodded. "Well, try. You can use quotes or song lyrics if you want." Ty smiled. He was grateful that Ali understood.

Ty chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment. "It feels like a tear in my heart. Like a part of me is missing and I just can't feel it," he quoted. Alyssa stared at him, pondering. She continued to stroke his hand.

"Do you think what you're missing is Kit?" She asked. "Do you miss him?"

Ty glared at Alyssa and snatched his hand back. "No," he said firmly. "I don't."

Ali rolled her eyes. "Jesus you're almost as bad at love as I am! It's like trying to open a rusted toolbox with a fork getting you to open up!" She snapped.

Ty bared his teeth under closed lips and glowered at her. "Well maybe I never asked for your help!"

"Well maybe you should calm down and recognize that I'm your friend and I'm worried about you!" She shouted back.

Guilt instantly washed over him, pricking his skin. Ty squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm sorry Ali," he whispered.

He wished he could cry. Now more than ever Ty wished he could make himself cry. Over Livvy, over Kit. Over the coming battle. Over everything.

"Do you love them?" He heard her ask. There was no need to ask who she meant.

Ty opened his eyes. This was the thing he never acknowledged. Never said outloud. Never even let himself think it. Because it was terrifying. The acknowledgement of the truth.

The truth was that Ty would probably give his life just to see that adorable smile one more time. That he could tell you how many freckles Kit had because he had spent so many hours staring at Kit and counting them.

The truth was that when Kit held him, he felt closer to anyone then he ever had in his entire life. Ty had sat outside of Kit's door for hours, days even when they had first arrived because he had felt something, even then. Something pulling at him from the other side of that door like a magnet. He told himself it was just curiosity. A scientific curiosity.

It was the only thing that could logically explain Ty's obsession. It wasn't serious. It wasn't-

"I love him," Ty admitted shakily, breaking the silence. Even Alyssa looked a little suprised.

"I'm in love with Kit."

Before Ali could respond, Ty sensed movement by the training room door which they had forgotten to close. Ty instantly whipped around to see who it was, wondering frantically if they had overheard what Ty had said.

Standing in the door frame wearing her Mortica Addams costume for the party, complete with a jet black long wig was Marí.

And the look on their face suggested to Ty that they had heard every word.

I will try and get part 2 up as soon as I can! It will be from Marí's perspective.

The song Ty quotes is Can you hold me by NF.

Tag list: @playwithravenclaw @lavender-scented-rat @jazzkaurtheglorious @waterlillies   @nott-the-best @stxr-thxif @magnus-the-fabulous-entp-bane @foxglove-airmid @littlx-songbxrd @clarys-heosphoros @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @arangiajoan @queenlilith43 @adoravel-fenomeno

#tsc #tda #the dark artifices #kit x ty #ty blackthorn #twp #kit herondale #marí the werewolf #we need to give her a last name #marí tag

[restapesta]

Hi Emina🥰

Mandy finds out about Ian and Mickey earlier than in canon, she’s upset but she doesn’t confront either of them at first. She observes them together when all three of them hang out, and she realises it’s not just some casual thing - it’s serious.

For the prompt ask❤️

Hello Drish! Thank you for the ask -- I loved writing this :)

tw for very mild and short mentions of sexual abuse; other than that, everything is mostly just some light angst. enjoy!

word count: 4.6k

The Choices We Made And The Ones We Could Have Instead by gallavich-x

Looking back at it, Mandy was surprised she had missed it. She also thought that she had to have, most certainly, been the dumbest person alive — dumber than Iggy, even — to miss something that had been so blatantly staring straight at her.

She was surprised she had missed Ian's soft and clearly loving looks — the ones that had never been truly directed at her, although she somewhat hoped they were, still harboring some weird form of a crush on the redheaded boy she had grown to call her best friend; but also aware they simply couldn't have been for anybody else — and yet were always casually thrown somewhere over her shoulder, where, she only now was certain, Mickey probably stood, perhaps gazing softly back.

She was surprised she had confused Mickey's relaxed stance whenever he was in Ian's vicinity to the siblings perhaps getting closer, Mickey finally switching his ice-cold demeanor in place of a slightly more open one. Mandy never would have guessed it wasn't her that made him shed his hard shield, but rather Ian, the one boy who had made her shed her own.

She was so surprised she had missed how Mickey hung around more when Ian was around; how Ian planted himself next to Mickey each time the three of them sat down on the too-small, dirty Milkovich couch to watch a movie together — where each time Mandy wondered why Mickey was there in the first place; why he wasn't making fun of them for watching a kid's movie like Finding Nemo but rather sat down, tightly pressed against Ian, obnoxiously watching it with them. How she so easily wrote off them working together so suddenly, the whole ordeal having to do with Ian liking Mickey enough to put in a good word for him with Linda — liking him enough to not mind working with him. It had been so obvious this entire time, and yet Mandy never seemed to catch on.

Mandy considered it stupid how it didn't take Ian and Mickey's weird proximity to each other for her to finally figure it out but rather a simple accident in which it was so blatantly obvious that her brain couldn't ignore the signs anymore — her best friend and her brother. Together.

Maybe she could blame the ignorance on her unhealthy obsession with Lip and Lip's unhealthy obsession with Karen; perhaps she could blame it on the Milkovich genes for not connecting the dots sooner — it didn't really matter. What mattered was that her brain took its sweet time figuring it out and only managed to finally fucking understand once the whole thing was simply impossible to ignore.

She didn't plan on seeing them in the kitchen that day — it had been an accident; an impulse in which Mandy had picked herself up from the couch to ask Ian something about Lip — just another stupid thing she couldn't help but want to find out about the boy she was falling in love with — and ended up finding out something about the boy she thought she knew everything about. Ian had been gone for only a few moments, declaring how he was going to make them popcorn — the popcorn he stole for them from the store, pretending as if it wasn't that big of a deal; like it wasn't a gesture that had Mandy's heart swell uncontrollably as she gazed at her soft ginger.

Ian was a man like no other — sweet, kind, respectful, good-looking. He was basically perfect when it came to Southside boys, the ones who were born and raised here; he was perfect for Mandy. Years ago, she had tried to lure him in with her short skirts and booby shirts, but that was the first time she found out Ian was nothing like the other boys she knew and had done the same thing with. Ian was something else altogether, a piece of the world Mandy had not yet uncovered — a piece of the world that treated her, for the first time, in a way that felt right.

Mandy was jealous of the guy that had Ian's heart — the one Ian whined and bitched about every other week; the one he talked about with the sweetest of looks on his face every single goddamn day as if the other boy hung the moon and the stars for him. She was jealous another person that wasn't Mandy got Ian Gallagher. She was also certain that in another world — a world where Ian liked girls instead of boys and was able to see Mandy as something more — she would be his perfect match. A Gallagher and a Milkovich; so unexpected, yet so fitting.

Maybe that's why she fell in love with Lip; maybe it was some sort of mind fuck that had her settle for the closest thing there was to Ian, that being his fucking smart-as-a-whip but dumb-as-a-pole brother — or maybe she was just right about Gallaghers and Milkoviches mixing. They went well somehow, like night and day; so different, yet incomplete without each other.

She should have guessed it. If Mandy and Ian were a match in some other alternate universe — a Milkovich and Gallagher pairing done fucking right, unlike she and Lip, and she and Ian — perhaps there was another weird, unbelievable pairing in this one, just that nobody had looked deep enough to find it.

She had neared the kitchen, the question about Lip still in her mind. The kitchen door stood slightly ajar and Mandy halted her steps at the sound of the voices inside — quiet, soft, almost unrecognizable voices. One belonged to Ian, the other to Mickey.

And yet, Mickey's was so unbelievably different from the one she was so used to hearing —instead of  being rough and scary, making Mickey seem as crude and as unapproachable as he truly was —  it was steady, calm, and... Flirty?

Mandy listened through the small gap, not quite able to see them through the slim opening. What she did see was scarce, simply Ian and Mickey standing close to each other — way too intimate for just two people working together at the same store, and simply way too close for friends; not that Ian and Mickey were that. Friends.

If she didn't have ears to listen in to the conversation, she would have written the positions of their bodies as threatening and challenging rather than comfortable and knowing.

Mickey's voice, at the moment, was too quiet for Mandy's liking. She could barely catch on to a thing he was saying, the sentences coming out of his mouth sounding more like mumbles than actual words — but as his hand reached up to fix the collar of Ian's cardigan, moving in even closer towards Ian's bare skin, fingertips tracing his collarbone lightly, and as Ian's breath visibly hitched so that even Mandy could notice his shortage of breath — she knew.

Their eyes never left each other's faces. Their lips didn't connect into a kiss — something Mandy was grateful for, shocked enough and definitely not ready to add that to the list of things she thought she'd never see, placing it right up next to the unicorn she dreamed about having as a kid — but they seemed unnervingly close to it. Too close even, nearing each other like magnets. They only jumped apart when the microwave beeped, signaling enough popcorn kettles being popped to stop exposing them to the heat. Mandy watched as Mickey pulled away even further from Ian as if snapping somewhat out of a daze.

"See you tonight, Firecrotch." He smirked as he headed towards the door. Mandy jumped back from the door, comically throwing herself towards the couch, hoping — no, begging — Mickey didn't figure out she'd seen the entire exchange. When he only passed her with an "assface" in greeting, she knew he had no clue.

And when Ian came back a moment later, a bowl of popcorn nestled in his arms, a blush warming his cheeks, breath ragged, Mandy realized she had seen him this flustered one time too many — and although she usually wrote it off as Ian simply being Ian, awkward and clumsy, cute and all over the place — now she knew.

It had never been the heat of the summer making him warm, sweaty, and dizzy all over.

It had always been Mickey.

When her brother joined them a little while later, plopping himself down next to Ian, even though the seat next to Mandy was closer and much spacier, she finally managed to grasp onto the clues her brother had been unwillingly leaving — everything, from the lack of girlfriends to Ian. It didn't make her feel any less stupid, but it sure as hell made a lot more sense.

Her brother was gay.

She was surprised and slightly disbelieving. How could her brother Mickey, one of the scariest members of the Milkovich family, Terry's favorite son, be gay?

They all had secrets, she guessed, some larger and more terrifying than others.

The light bulb had finally lit up above her head. Mandy knew she was pale as a ghost as she thought it all through, making connections, filling in the blanks, finally making sense of the past three years.

Mickey was Ian's mystery man — the guy he was desperately in love with.

She glanced towards Ian who was subtly — she wouldn't have caught it if she wasn't looking for it — smiling at Mickey, their forearms lightly touching, thighs firmly pressed together on the worn-out couch. She then stole a glance towards Mickey who seemed to be trying to hide a small smile in his beer bottle.

Mandy suddenly felt scared, the realization hitting her with full-blown force. She finally realized what it all meant.

Firstly, Ian was in love with Mickey.

Mickey would break his heart. He, like all of the other Milkoviches, Mandy included, simply wasn't made to love or be loved. Not healthily at least. Not the way you were supposed to.

Secondly, Mickey was gay.

If Terry ever found out, it would be Mandy's, not just Ian's, heart breaking.

The day Terry found out about Mickey would be the day she lost her brother.

You could never say Mandy Milkovich was a particularly observant person, but lately, she was nothing but, practically spending every single moment she spent with Ian and Mickey, whether it be together or apart, studying and analyzing them, trying to uncover more about the secret they shared. She reminded herself of those bird or cloud watchers — the ones that spent hours on end trying to spot different species or shapes, studying them silently and calmly, always being patient, simply waiting for the perfect moment to capture them.

Mandy hated feeling like one of those boring-ass people — it was contradicting towards her personality. She was more likely to be the person who would shoot the endangered bird rather than simply gaze at it. She didn't know if it made her a monster or simply a proud Milkovich.

Mandy was somewhat scared of the answer.

The gazing wasn't directed towards birds or clouds, though — it was Ian and Mickey who were the center of her interest.

They were simply hooking up, she knew — Ian had told her that enough himself.

She was now connecting Mickey to all of the events Ian had told her about his 'secret boyfriend'; Ian never called him that, but she had come up with the nickname after a particularly excruciatingly long story about how the guy had been jealous of the old pedophile— another one of Mandy's nicknames — Ian had been seeing, and how sweet Ian found it.

It was Mickey who had told Ian, only a few months ago, that he was nothing but a warm mouth to him; an event Ian talked about with moisture in his eyes, claiming how, from then on, he'd stay away. It was Mickey who Ian thought hated him and had asked advice about. It was Mickey who Ian spent most of the day daydreaming about, probably doodling his name in his diary or whatever shit Mandy had relentlessly teased him about.

Now, she tried to picture the other stuff Ian told her — she tried to picture the two of them hanging out and having fun, simply enjoying each other's company — Mandy stopped short. She couldn't imagine it. Sure, she'd seen them hang out when they were with her, but the thought of them alone made her squirm in her seat — there was no way they even had anything to talk about. Mickey didn't just chit-chat and he'd probably tell Ian to shut the fuck up the moment Ian opened his mouth to tell another one of those weird Gallagher stories. She just couldn't imagine Mickey simply being friends with someone — hell, she couldn't even imagine him liking Ian enough to even talk to him. It was a fucked up thing to say but everything she knew about Mickey told her so.

Ian didn't seem gay — you probably wouldn't figure it out until he out-right told you or made out with a guy in front of your eyes; but if you knew him, you'd know he was also sensitive and soft in a weird human way, not just in the stereotypical homosexual way. He was different in a good way, understanding things Lip, for example, or any other guy, simply wouldn't be able to.

Ian was just genuinely different. He was a different type of man from the other Southside douchebags — he was different from his own brother who he always compared himself to.

But she couldn't see that sort of personality working well with Mickey, who was mostly just the exact opposite.

Ian was simply just Ian, and Mickey was akin to an antonym.

And she could definitely see Ian falling in love with Mickey, trying hard to figure him out, crack open his hard, rough, and calloused shell and look deep into his soul, searching for his hidden, golden heart.

But Mandy knew Mickey (at least she thought she did but the gay thing made her genuinely wonder how much she knew after all), and she knew her brother wasn't the 'baddest', meanest asshole on this side of the Chicago river, but he most certainly wasn't far from it. He was crude, brash, rude, and violent, all of the greatest qualities a Milkovich could possess — he was Terry's pride and joy, his prodigy son who'd definitely go places. In Terry's mind going places meant either running drug ops or serving time in federal prison for murder — in Mandy's mind, Mickey's too probably, that was nothing but a wasted life. But Mickey had never trailed off of the path Terry had drawn for him. He never stopped following in his footsteps.

Mandy knew he couldn't, not really. Just like she couldn't stop Terry when he walked into her room drunk some nights, doing something to her she tried to pretend wasn't a big deal, that it didn't matter — but she could hope that her brother, the one closest to her age, the one she liked the most, the one she looked up to more than she wished to, would be the one who made it out of this hell hole. Would make it out and go somewhere new, somewhere where he could learn to love a man beyond just fucking, learn to treat him better than he was treating Ian — better than Mandy knew he was treating him.

She knew Ian's heart was fragile, torn apart by so many awful, creepy men who wanted him for nothing more but his body. He didn't need that from Mickey too — Mickey who had already said it once; Mickey who would not hesitate to beat the redheaded boy up for even mentioning the word gay in his presence, in context to Mickey or not.

Ian deserved better.

Mickey did too.

Mandy glanced through the Kash 'n Grab window, making sure to stay inconspicuous and subtle as she observed what was happening inside the store. She had come here for a reason — she needed to see it again, confirm it with her own eyes; confirm that her eyes hadn't deceived her that day in the kitchen; that Ian and Mickey have truly been 'together' all this time.

She also needed to find the strength to confront them, simply stop pussying out each time she thought about opening her mouth to tell Ian she knew, to tell Mickey his secret was safe with her —  whenever she tried to confront Ian and warn him about Mickey, the man she knew he was, and whenever she tried to confront Mickey and warn him about Ian, and what type of man she knew his heart couldn't handle, that type being Mickey — she just couldn't.

Through the dirty windowpane, Mandy saw Mickey sitting on a stool, flipping through the pages of a magazine —  she guessed it had something to do with guns or naked chicks, considering how most of Mickey's reading material usually did. His gaze was turned downwards, his security vest wrinkled against his oddly clean shirt — he had been taking showers lately. Mandy wondered if it was because of Ian who was behind the cash register. Mandy wondered how they still hadn't noticed her — it wasn't as if the posters hung on the window next to the store's entrance were much use for a good hiding spot. Nevertheless, she was thankful for the coverage — at least it wasn't obvious she was stalking.

Still, Ian's eyes weren't focused on a magazine or a textbook or even her spying through the glass — those beautiful green orbs were focused solely on Mickey, inspecting his face and body, not even in a sexual way; it was simply just Ian memorizing every single line of Mickey's bruised-up, scowl-etched face. He was gazing softly at him, a look she had seen one too many times on Ian, whether it was when he was describing an amazing night he had spent with his mystery man to Mandy, or simply describing how much progress the two of them were making — how real it was becoming. How sweet his lover was.

Mandy knew Mickey was anything but sweet.

She guessed love made people think and do crazy things. Things a sane person with a clear mind wouldn't even think of doing. She blamed it all on the weird hormones the body produced when you were supposedly in love — they made the brain fuzzy, filling it to the brim with just thoughts about him and him and him.

That's what she felt like with Lip. That's what she didn't want to feel with Lip because it was what he felt with Karen.

Love was an interesting thing.

It was obviously very much incompetently blind.

Mandy was snapped out of her daze when Mickey's eyes caught Ian's from across the store.

Mandy held her breath, expecting Mickey to snap, to yell at Ian like she imagined he had so many times before this one. She was waiting to see, up close in person, how Mickey would manage to shatter another piece of Ian's heart, all until there was nothing more to break. When she saw his lips move inaudibly, she focused her gaze on Ian's face, instead, not wanting to see the angry expression, sometimes so akin to Terry's. But Ian's face didn't fall; it didn't turn his soft gaze and even softer smile into an expression so hurt it was painful to look at it — instead, he lit up.

But it was when Mickey smiled back that she realized how stupid she really was. Iggy had nothing on her, really — she was as dumb as they could get.

Mickey's smile was not just a smile -- it was a full-blown grin, wider than she'd ever seen on his young, yet unbelievably grumpy face, stretching impossibly on his face, white, slightly crooked teeth glinting in the summer glow. It was absolutely beautiful. Mandy had never, in her entire life — perhaps not since they were little kids, still not aware of the big bad world — seen him smile so brightly, his face lighting up more than Ian's. That was when Mandy remembered the small smiles Mickey had been sporting this entire time, when he was deep in thought at the kitchen table, thinking nobody was looking; or when he was texting somebody with his newest burner phone, covering genuine laughs by pouring beer down his throat, then smiling some more.

Mickey didn't stop smiling; not as he nodded towards the door, eyes still locked on Ian's, making Mandy's eyes widen; not when Ian was jumping out of his seat to, Mandy presumed, lock the door so they wouldn't be interrupted; not when Mandy, while fleeing away from the window so she wouldn't be caught, saw out of the corner of her eye, Ian pushing Mickey deeper into the store, their lips pressed carelessly against each other.

The smile ingrained itself into Mandy's brain, and she knew it would become a memory she wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon.

Her entire perception of what Ian and Mickey supposedly were suddenly shifted. She could see it now — she could finally imagine the stories Ian had told her, she could imagine the two of them just kind of working together, opposing personalities and all — she finally thought she actually managed to figure it out.

Maybe it wasn't just Ian being in love with Mickey.

Maybe it was Mickey being in love with Ian too.

When Mandy tried to ask Lip about Ian and his mystery boyfriend, trying to determine if he knew who it was, she wasn't surprised when he didn't tell her, when he didn't even try to make decent, languid conversation with her, his fucking girlfriend.

"It's kind of, um, brother stuff, you know? I can't just tell you." He said absentmindedly as he ran his fingers through the pages a book he had stolen from a nearby bookstore — something random and unimportant that he read instead of college applications — and she hoped, for a few moments, that he would tell her something more. That Lip would trust her enough to let her in on some small part of the secret — would tell her whether he knew who the guy even was.

He didn't.

Mandy wondered if Ian told Mickey more; if he let Mickey in on all of his family's biggest secrets. She wondered if they talked about Lip and Mandy and what a shitshow they were; if they laughed at them — at Mandy — for trying so hard when Lip didn't even care.

Mandy didn't know the answer, but she knew that the answer didn't even matter — Lip had never smiled at her the way Mickey smiled at Ian.

That was all she really needed to know.

The rest of the summer was a blur of messy pregnancies, even messier breakups, and crazy weddings — Mandy didn't even know how shit had hit the fan so soon.

When Ian came to say goodbye, Mandy tried to stop him; she tried to tell him about the smile she saw, about the Gallagher-Milkovich theory she had — how she believed that, although he and Mandy would have been soulmates in some faraway universe, he was Mickey's soulmate in this one, wedding and unborn baby be damned.

She said nothing, though.

She pretended not to have known all along.

Mandy had thought, before she knew some part of the truth, that Mickey was the type of man who would never cry. That he was like Terry that way — hard as a rock, emotionless.

She had seen his smile. The smile that helped her understand — helped her realize the sad truth.

The sad truth that Mickey was in love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it. That she had never seen him smile as bright as he did that day. That he had never seemed more relaxed than he did that one afternoon in the kitchen, running his fingers over Ian's body so gently, staking his claim with softly whispered words. That she had seen Ian gaze softly back at him. Laugh with him. That she had witnessed, unaware, Ian cracking open Mickey's hard exterior, pushing his walls down so hard that they probably wouldn't come back up no matter how hard Mickey pushed.

She had been so consumed with Lip and Karen, with her own love — unrequited as it was — that she missed the one that mattered; the one that she could have helped flourish if she had tried, instead of putting all her efforts into Lip who didn't even care. Perhaps she could have stopped Mickey from sleeping with that whore and knocking her up; perhaps she could have told him what she wanted to tell Ian weeks later; perhaps she could have stopped the wedding.

But she didn't.

As Ian stepped outside and hugged Mandy goodbye, apologizing for not telling her sooner and having her find out the way she did, promising her that if he could he would have told her from the start, she understood that they had all made choices they now wished they hadn't.

What was life if not a series of choices, whether they be as simple as choosing breakfast, or as complicated as telling someone the truth? And you could choose every single one of the choices presented to you — if you thought you couldn't, you'd just taken the easy way out. She wondered what would have happened if they had the balls to choose the things that mattered to them, and stopped caring about what the world forced them to believe was right and wrong. All she did was wonder.

They could have all done different things. What they couldn't do is change it now.

She told Mickey he was a pussy. It was like looking in a mirror.

She pretended not to hear him cry that night, as she held back her own tears, afraid, so afraid, that she had lost somebody so close to her, somebody who understood, somebody who cared — Ian wasn't coming back, was he? Ian was long gone, on a bus to base camp, ready to get shipped off to some unknown place where he'd probably die within a second of stepping on the battlefield.

He could've chosen to stay and fight on this one.

He didn't.

Milkoviches and Gallaghers mixed, somehow attracted to each other like magnets — but perhaps they simply mixed with Ian Gallagher the best. Maybe Milkoviches and Gallaghers were just all doomed to fail. Mandy didn't cry over Lip, although she knew she would eventually.

But she cried over her best friend.

Mandy knew Mickey was doing the same.

All this time, Mandy was sure Mickey would break Ian Gallagher's heart.

She just didn't know Ian would end up breaking Mickey's too.

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #ian and mickey #mandy milkovich #Lip Gallagher #mandy and lip #outsider pov #fan fic #gallavich fan fic #based on a prompt #based on an ask #answered #Shameless US #shameless fic #gallavich questions

[starsfic]

Prompt: Double date, baby! Targets: Freenoodleshipping and SilkTea.

Location: town, your choice or boat, after – or not – end of season 2; Time: night, clear sky with a full moon, as romantic as possible with round table, whine and charming candles.

Mo dressed as a cute waiter?

Sandy and Huntsman are that lovely couple enjoying talking and eating together, spaghetti, noodles and, of course, that classic scene from Lady and the Tramp with Miko, Wukong and MK playing romantic music (like violin, piano, whatever) on background.

Pigsy and Tang: A complete disaster, for Huntsman's sadistic entertainment.

Go!

“Please, you probably don’t even know what a romantic date is.”

The words cut through the kitchen. All heads turned to Pigsy, appearing to be focused o his wok. However, the smug smile on his face said it all.

Huntsman wasn’t sure how the subject had come up. Goliath had called DBK’s calf and the dragon girl boyfriend and girlfriend again, only to be gently explained by the latter that they were both not dating, but also gay. A few apologies later and they had ended up talking about dating stories. And then, somehow, the idea of him and Sandy going on a romantic date had come up.

And now…

Red and Xiaojiao took steps back. Goliath carefully moved behind his chair, as if prepared to grab him. Huntsman, however, was focused on the pig. “You trying to say something about me?”

Pigsy clicked off the stove, finished with whatever he was cooking, and wiped his hands off. When he turned, the smug smile was still there as he leaned against the counter. “I’m just saying, you don’t exactly seem like the type to want to go on a romantic date.”

“Oh, and you are?”

Syntax stepped inside the kitchen, followed by him promptly turning and walking out.

“Heh, romantic enough to get Tang to agree to marry me.” This was probably just him being protective, but it was striking a nerve.

“I bet we’re better at being romantic than you are!” At least, Sandy probably was.

“Oh yeah? Prove it!”

Huntsman rose to his feet and Goliath clamped hands down on his shoulder. That was followed by Xiaojiao squealing eagerly. “Ooh, romantic date competition! Let us set it up! Please, please, please…”

Pigsy chuckled. “Sure, Xiaojiao. Go ahead.” He turned his gaze back to Huntsman before he could refuse. “The winners get…”

“Determined later.”

The pig held out a hand. He patted Goliath’s hand and the big guy released him. He strode forward, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake.

-_-

The next few hours were a whirlwind.

Xioajiao immediately ordered them to stay in their rooms, for everything to be a surprise. He could hear Pigsy and Tang talking down the hall and footsteps running around up on the deck. But he was more focused on his boyfriend, who looked unsure of how to comprehend the news he had just delivered. “Sorry…”

Sandy chuckled, patting him on the head. “It’s fine! It’ll be fun and hopefully, Pigsy leaves you alone after this.” Them losing would be easier with that attitude. He voiced this and froze as the taller chuckled. “Who says we’re losing?”

“Uh… kinda figured the whole thing with fighting…”

Thankfully, there was no sign of offense. “Oh! Well, who says I can’t still be a bit competitive?” There was a glint in his eye that reminded Huntsman of the first time they met and his insides warmed up. “Plus, Tang and Pigsy are… Tang and Pigsy.”

He had no clue what that meant. But he was eager to find out.

The sky outside was turning violet when Xiaotian, wearing black dress pants and a white shirt, poked his head in and informed them to get dressed in fancy outfits. Huntsman followed the request, grabbing the fancy outfit box and going behind the changing screen at Sandy’s request. Inside the box was a Western suit, with a lavender shirt and a grey vest, and matching slacks.

He stepped out, fussing with the collar. “So, what are you wearing-” He came to a stop, staring at Sandy.

He was dressed in a fancy cheongsam suit, golden threads creating a pattern of fishes swimming in the blue of the silk. “Wow,” he managed out, staring at his boyfriend. “Where did that come from?”

There was a casual shrug, as if he wasn’t ridiculously good-looking right now as he reached up, fixing his collar. “It was a gift from Wukong way back when.” He held out his hand, allowing Huntsman to take it. The two strolled out together, meeting Pigsy and Tang, also dressed nicely, out in the hall. He had the pleasure to see the former turn red when he saw their hands, unable to resist sticking his tongue out at him.

They passed the galley, in time to see Goliath poke his head out. He shot Huntsman a thumbs up. Behind him, an annoyed-looking Syntax was nursing a goose egg and Xiaotian was working at the stove.

Mo met them at the stairs to the deck and Sandy couldn't help but stop to coo over his little waiter's outfit. As soon as he calmed down, the cat led them to the deck.

And it turned out Xiaojiao could work fast.

A large table sat there, a white tablecloth over it and wine chilling with two g- right, Sandy and Pigsy didn't drink. The sky was clear enough to reveal a canvas of stars. Candles were lit, setting the mood perfectly. Then piano and guitar music started to play from the upper deck, revealed to be a formally dressed Red and an annoyed Wukong when they looked up, which only helped the mood.

Sandy pulled out a chair for Huntsman, pushing him back in. Tang sat down before Pigsy could do the same. Then Xiaojiao appeared, in a green shirt and black dress pants. "Welcome, gents!" she said. "We hope you enjoy your meal tonight!"

"Thanks, Xiaojiao!"

She grinned before disappearing, leaving them to it.

For a moment, there was awkward silence. Then Sandy started a conversation about Xiaotian's cooking, which Pigsy was all too eager to talk about. For a bit, he honestly forgot about why they were doing this. Then Xiaotian and Xiaojiao reappeared, both holding platters of food.

The table was set up and the group dissolved into eating.

As he ate, feeling himself fill up, Huntsman felt himself warm up. He started to lean more and more until he was leaning against Sandy. He felt his boyfriend's hand moved before an arm wrap around him. He couldn't help but get warmer, leaning more into the tall blue man.

On the other side...

Oh, so that was what Pigsy and Tang meant.

Tang was trying to steal food from Pigsy's plate, despite his own plate being full. The pig demon was eager to defend his food, batting his husband's hand away every chance he got. Huntsman couldn't help but grin at the pig's growl.

Romantic, huh?

"I suppose that's what you mean?" he asked quietly, hearing Sandy bit back a snort. The table shook a bit. "Are they always like this?"

"For as long as I've known them."

The table shook again. "Uh..."

"QUIT STEALING MY FOOD!" And with that yell, the table flipped. Huntsman yelped, tucking his feet barely out of the way. And just like that, Pigsy froze. He turned, meeting the spider demon's eyes.

Huntsman grinned.

"We win!" he yelled, grabbing Sandy and pulling him into a warm kiss. As he pulled away, he grinned. "We won!"

Pigsy let out a curse.

#my writing #Silktea #Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid #Huntsman #Pigsy #Mei #Long Xiaojiao #Red Son #Goliath #Syntax #Tang #Sandy #Sun Wukong #look they have to do something for entertainment

[refusethyname28]

Hey you, I think I’m...

Pairing: Sirius Black x Remus Lupin (Wolfstar)

Summary: Sirius doesn’t know how to tell Remus how he feels. Perhaps a thousand and one letters will do the trick?

A/N: I wrote this fic quite some time ago for a weekend challenge on Harry Potter Amino. It was a challenge for pride month and this is kind of what came of it. This is set during the Marauders’ Era. The ending is set around 1980.

Warnings: None

Word count: 6157 words

The moon and the stars cried. The moon lighted the way while the stars fell down while not knowing what to say. It was hard to keep it all in when all they both desired was to be together, yet neither knew what to say or how to say it. That is why they cried.

Dear Remus Lupin,

Before you go out and interrogate everyone, talk to everyone you know and even the people you don’t know, to find out who wrote you this, please believe me when I say that I truly mean what I wrote in this letter. I think you’re wonderful, and I mean that in the best way. I genuinely think you are an amazing person to just admire. You are kind, caring, loving, gentle- even when you say you’re not. The way you study always gets me, you know? It’s your head pining over all that homework, all those books, and then at some point, you will accidentally knock over your inkpot and you’ll curse at yourself. And then you’ll look up to see if anyone heard you. Honestly, it is so extremely adorable. Or when you arrive at the Great Hall with your friends, it is amazing to see that smile on your face as you breathe in the smell of freshly baked goods. To put it lightly, I think I fancy you…

“I think I fancy you, honestly this sounds stupid,” Sirius muttered to himself as he was reading through the letter he was currently writing. The young Black groaned in frustration and shook his head. His three best friend had gone outside to enjoy the sun, but not Sirius. No, he had to write this, he’d promised James that he was going to confess his love to Remus this year. The problem was that end of the year was quite near, it was now the beginning of June and if Sirius did not confess his love this year he’d owe James a lot of money. The male had locked himself in their dormitory and told himself that he was not allowed to leave until he finished this. Sirius’s eyes skimmed over the letter and not that much later he put it down and took out a new blank piece of parchment. “Shouldn’t ‘love’ be a celebration?” the young male murmured to himself. This did not feel like a celebration, this was a lot harder than he anticipated, and he was scared of rejection. Sirius never really wanted to admit that he was scared of being rejected and ignored by the ones he loved most. He could not lose his best friend over a stupid love letter. This confession was more like signing his own will or placing the final flower on his coffin before saying goodbye, because not only would he confess his love, he would also have to come out as gay. Yes, it was a very well-known fact that Sirius made out with girls in the past, and he did enjoy it, kind of, but did he ever feel like he wanted to spend the rest of his life with one of those girls? You guessed right, not ever. Not once did he think that he might be settling down with one of those girls. He did have that feeling every time he looked at Remus. Remus grounded him, he made sure Sirius was true to himself and that is what Sirius needed. Some to ground him, to steady him when he was falling apart. He needed someone to truly love him for who he was, not for the image or reputation he had. It was like Remus had the power to truly open Sirius’s eyes, to show him the wonders and beauty of this world. 

Sirius stared down at the blank piece of parchment on his bed, and he shook his head. He let himself get lost in new thoughts. He wondered what his family would do when they found out about Sirius’s sexuality. They would presumably find out about it not even a second after Sirius officially came out. He wasn’t particularly looking forward to that. The Blacks knew everything that Sirius was up to in the shortest period of time, they had people everywhere- and with people, Sirius meant his younger brother, Regulus. Sirius sighed and closed his eyes. He thought of all the pros and cons of him telling Remus about his feelings, he was rather quick to realise that there were more cons than pros. “I promised James, and I never break a promise,” he told himself, and he went back to writing, starting a new letter. 

Remus John Lupin,

Look I know, I’m not that great with things like love and big romantic confessions. You tell me every time I get a new girlfriend, and I’m sorry. I really tried to change all of that, but it didn’t happen. Something else did happen though, you see, I fell for you. Well, this did not exactly happen recently, let’s say, I think I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now, years even. You might hate me for it, you might think I am not capable of something like this, and I am sorry you feel that way about me. But I’m not going to keep this inside of me any longer, I need to say it. I am madly in love with you, Remus, and I cannot help it. So, is it really necessary for you to ask around who sent you this letter? Not really, I guess I can better say it. Well, it is me Moony. You’re mate, Sirius. Yes, I fancy you. I fancy you and your billion cups of tea at 3 AM, I fancy you and your knitted jumpers, you who folds your socks every night before you go to bed, you who will get grumpy whenever James and I are being too loud while you’re reading a book. I fancy messy you, sad you, angry you, sick you, tired you, I fancy you, Remus. Everything you are, I fancy it all. James told me that it would be easy to tell you how I felt, but it is not. It is the worst thing ever. You make me nervous. You, of all people! I know you’ll probably laugh at me and think I’m being silly, I mean, who is able to make Sirius Black nervous? Well Moony, congrats you’re the one. You’re the winner. 

It’s hard for me to tell you because I don’t know how you feel, I don’t know what I will do when I see your reaction. I just can’t lose you, Rem, I can’t. But that’s not the only thing. I’m scared of the reactions I will get from others, I am scared of what my family will say. I am scared to go back there this summer and face the consequences if I do decide to send this letter. Honestly, I’m scared of it all. An outcast, the white sheep of the family, the disappointment, not a true Black heir, a disgrace and now the word ‘homosexual’ can be added to that stupid list of things and names they can call me. I’m sorry I shouldn’t put this all on you, it is not your fault. You’re too good, even if you can’t see it yourself. I’m also afraid of loving you because I’m not even sure if I truly understand the extremely complex concept that is love. People always say: ‘when you know, you know’ right? With you, I like to think I know, but is that love? Or is it just a stupid little crush, a stupid little crush that I’ve been having since we decided to become Animagi to help you. I’m afraid I don’t understand the concept of love well enough to really be yours and to fully commit myself to you. I’m not even sure if you want to have me. Look, I understand it if you don’t, that’s okay, I think? I might be heartbroken for a little while, but I am not losing my friend over a crush, so you bet your magic arse that I will be there to annoy you the rest of our lives. No matter what will happen when you read this, no matter what you will do, we’re a team. 

Yours sincerely,

Sirius Black.

Sirius stared at the paper as he let the ink dry. This was the very first letter he actually finished. He’d written a couple before but all ended like the one before this one, without a proper ending. They were all written by someone ‘anonymous’, it was slightly odd that this one, where Sirius used his own name, was the one letter he actually finished. But he was never going to send this. This letter was too raw and too personal, he couldn’t send this to Remus. The poor lad would have a heart attack reading this. This letter was never going to see the light of day ever again. Sirius waited until the ink was fully dried down, he then closed the letter and put it away with the other letter. All the letters, concerning this very matter, were being stacked away in a little box Sirius kept hidden from the rest. Not many knew that there was a loose floorboard next to Peter’s bed. You could take it out and hide things underneath it, that is where Sirius hid the box. The male then endeavoured to write a few more letters, but all ended disastrously. In other words, the letters did not even have a proper ending so, instead of putting them with the other letters, Sirius burned them. After a little while, he decided to give up and join his three friends outside by the lake. 

James cheered loudly when he saw Sirius arrive, Remus looked up and gave Sirius this absolutely dazzling smile. It was like the softest smile in the history of smiles and it was a fact that only Remus Lupin could smile like that. Sirius wanted Remus to never stop smiling like this, he was gorgeous like this. As soon as Sirius’s eyes rested on Remus his mind was calm. The sun shone upon Remus beautifully and the hot beams highlighted Remus’s face in the most beautiful ways. “Hey Pads, finally done?” Remus’s voice brought Sirius back to reality, and he nodded, smiling at his three friends. “Pain in the arse, Transfiguration, but please don’t tell Minnie I said that. Otherwise, she might never smile at me again,” Sirius spoke in a very dramatic voice. He let himself fall down next to James and Remus. Peter handed Sirius a bag of peanuts and the young Black took some. “What have you three been up to?” Sirius casually asked. He genuinely tried so hard not to get too distracted by Remus, which was awfully hard as Remus was just sitting there, not having a clue of what he was doing to Sirius by being extremely handsome. Sirius thought it was not fair for someone to look that gorgeous at the age of sixteen. Compared to Remus Sirius himself felt like a mess. A beautiful mess according to a lot of girls, but a mess nonetheless. “Nothing much, Pads. Don’t worry, you did not miss out on anything,” Remus assured his friend and Sirius nodded. The four boys sat there in silence, only the sounds of the birds and the lake could be heard, and Peter’s chewing as well. Remus laid back in the grass, and he closed his eyes, letting the sun all upon his face as he lay in between the flowers. Sirius watched his friend lay back, and he was, again, in awe. Remus looked absolutely stunning already, but this truly was a wonderful sight. Sirius felt someone nudging him, but he ignored it, he was too captivated by Remus’s beauty. The young werewolf always spoke of his face as ugly, because of all the scars but Sirius was someone who actually found beauty in scars. Sirius had scars himself, both mental scars and physical ones. Sirius learned to live with them by telling himself that every scar had a story, they were a sign of survival, how harsh that reality might be to others, it was the truth. Every scar had a story, that’s what made them so special. Remus hated it when people pointed out his scars or even looked at them, but when Sirius did that it was okay. Sirius felt somewhat privileged in that way. The young Black heir just wanted to kiss each scar on Remus’s body and tell gorgeous carrier how wonderful he looked, that the scars did not make him ugly, not at all. They made Remus even more interesting, captivating and more bloody gorgeous than he already was. The nudging kept going on and soon Sirius realised that it was James Potter who was poking his sides with his wand. “What?” Sirius spoke in a slightly hushed voice as he eyed the Potter boy. James just stared his best friend in the eyes and arched his eyebrows up. “Nothing, literally nothing,” Sirius whispered, and he sighed deeply. “Mate, you know our deal,” James said back and Sirius nodded, he was still glancing over from his one side, where Remus was, to his other where James was practically breathing in his neck. “Potter, too close alright?” Sirius chuckled and he pushed his friend away a bit. Sirius plucked the grass as he kept thinking of ways to tell the scarred boy that he, Sirius Orion Black III, was deeply in love with him. The letters were certainly no option, he couldn’t even properly finish them, well except for one. Remus had often told Sirius that he wasn’t sure if Sirius was capable of love and that kind of commitment, and yes, it hurt Sirius every time his friend said it, but he knew that Remus did not mean it in a bad way. Sirius wasn’t even sure about it himself, committing to someone like that was a huge step, and considering everything Sirius has been through, he wasn’t completely sure if he was able to love someone like that. So, Remus did have a point. Remus just wondered if Sirius was ever going to settle down, as he basically had a new girlfriend even two or three weeks. Not that it was Sirius’s fault, the girls were all too clingy, they didn’t like it that Sirius spent more time reading Remus a book, because Remus was too tired to read himself, than he actually spent with them. But it also showed how well they actually knew Sirius, because he would, without hesitation, choose friends over lovers unless that lover was also your best friend, which made things rather complicated. Sirius kept his eyes on Remus, and he observed the male in silence while he was being observed by James Potter. It is kind of uncomfortable to have someone watch you this closely, especially because it was James, and he simply couldn’t do things without being extremely obvious. Or at least, he couldn’t do that with Sirius, the two knew each other too well. “Lads, I’m going to have to borrow Pads for a little while, we’ll be back soon,” James then suddenly spoke and Sirius looked at his best friend with a perplexed look on his face. “‘Course, go ahead, we’ll meet you two here again,” Remus said with his calm voice and his eyes still closed. Peter just nodded and finished the last of his peanuts. The two mischievous Gryffindors got up and walked off, leaving their two friends behind. 

Sirius looked at Remus as he was being pulled along by James. It was obvious that James wanted to talk to Sirius in private. The two often had these little moments where they would just take the other out on a little walk, and they would talk about everything and anything. James and Sirius had that kind of bond and it was an amazing thing. James truly was the brother Sirius always wished he had The two were now far away from Remus, Peter and any other students really. The young Potter stopped moving and Sirius did as well. The young Black heir looked up to his taller friend. James looked at Sirius, and he raised his eyebrows at the Black. “What? You have this look on your face,” Sirius said as he was being observed by his best friend. “You need to take some action, Sirius, it is very necessary,” James said and Sirius groaned. “Did you write a letter?” James then asked and Sirius shook his head, but he then remembered he actually did write a letter with an actual ending. “Wait, I did actually, but it’s horrible and it is messy and. I cannot possibly send him that letter,” Sirius explained, and he sat down. James dropped next to him and patted his best friend’s back. James opened his mouth, wanting to say something but Sirius interrupted him. “And no, I am certainly not going to tell you where I hid it.” James closed his mouth again and stared at his feet. He really wanted to help Sirius, and he knew that Sirius wanted all the help he could get, even if the male did not want to admit that. Sirius was one of wanting but not speaking it out, James figured that had something to do with his past. It was odd how Sirius was so confident and overly dramatic while walking through the halls but when it came to subjects like love, hate and fear he turned into this silent and overly timid person. It seemed as if Sirius was afraid to allow himself to love someone for real, that is how he acted anyway. James had been telling his friend to tell Remus all year long, but it didn’t happen. Sirius was still hopelessly daydreaming about Remus Lupin. “Sirius, are you afraid to be loved?” James then suddenly asked the young Black in all seriousness. Sirius looked up at James with big eyes, and he sighed deeply. Obviously James knew everything about Sirius, James knew Sirius even better than Sirius knew himself. It was kind of annoying at times, but he also loved James for it. “Perhaps,” the long-haired whispered. It almost was as if Sirius was afraid his fear of being loved would become reality if he said it out loud, that’s how soft the whisper was. Sirius did not want to feel like he needed love, he didn’t want to be desperate for it, but he was. Even though he wasn’t truly sure if he knew the true meaning of the word love, he still wanted it. “It’s okay to be afraid mate, you’ve been through a lot. I really don’t know how you feel right now but I can imagine confessing this to Remus must be hard. But please remember you should be proud of this love, even if it isn’t mutual. Remus making you feel like this will prove anyone wrong that said you weren’t capable of real love. You are, and being scared to admit the way you feel about him proves that.” James rubbed Sirius’s back to comfort his friend. “Remus said that,” Sirius whispered. James nodded and kept rubbing the Black’s back in circling motions. “I know Pads, but he doesn’t mean it like that. He knows very well how vibrant you are, and he knows that you are truly capable of love.” James would be there for Sirius, he would always be there. It wasn’t common in the Black household for anyone to talk openly about their feelings, the children were being taught to keep it to themselves and not to bother anyone else with it. They needed to be strong, to keep the image up, and they could not, under any circumstances, show weakness in front of others. That’s something that haunted Sirius, he couldn’t express himself properly, it was a problem for him really. People wondered why Sirius acted the way he did, they wondered why he had so many girlfriends and who he went from one to another in just a span of barely a month. Sirius wanted to be loved, he wanted to feel loved but he did not know how to ask for it. That was his problem. He never knew true love, never knew what it was like to have a loving family who listened and cared for you, how was anyone supposed to love him if his own family despised him for who he was. What kind of effect would Sirius’s coming out have on his family? Sirius also had to keep in mind that he would have to spend his summer at 12 Grimmauld Place. “Hey mate, I’m here for you alright? Obviously, I’m not going to hold you to that agreement we made. That would be cruel. If you’re not ready to tell him you’re not ready and that’s okay. You need to take your own time with this, just know that I fully support you. I am proud of you no matter what.” Sirius smiled softly at James as the messy-haired spoke these kind words to his friend. The two talked about some other things, such as Sirius’s home life, James’s crush on Lily, Sirius’s crush on Remus and some new ideas for pranks were being discussed as well. After a while, the two Gryffindors decided to go back to their friends. 

Dear Remus Lupin,

This is my first letter to you. For your information I won’t be stating my name in this letter, that would be way too awkward. I’m not sure if I were able to face you again if you knew my name. So, no, you will not find out who I am. I just wanted to let you know that I admire you. Admire, that’s putting it lightly, I actually think you are amazing. You are wonderful at everything you do, you’re so kind and gentle even though you say you’re not. You won’t be able to convince me of that. I like every little thing you do, for example, you sitting by the fire late at night while reading a book, or you running around after your friends to make sure they don’t get into too much trouble or even you studying in the library with Lily Evans. I like it all, love it all. To be quite honest with you, I think I’m…

His heart skipped a beat as he read the first letter over and over again. The handwriting was unlike something he’d ever seen before. It was swirly and just absolutely gorgeous. Remus couldn’t believe it, he kept staring at the paper, reading the last words over and over. “I think I’m,” the young werewolf whispered to himself, and he took a deep breath. He then remembered there were more letters, Remus then opened the next envelope that was addressed to him. 

Remus,

I’m just going to keep it simple, I think, or I hope. You see I’m not the best at this grand romantic gesture and all. As much as I would like to do something like that for you, I’m not sure if others would appreciate it that much. Romantic, I said? Yes I did. I’m just going to tell you, I like you. I like you a lot and…

Remus turned the letter to see if there was something written on the back of the paper. Nothing, these two first letters were not finished. He picked up a new one, there were about eighteen letters in the box he found, so he kept on reading. It was a good thing that the other three lads were out, because Remus wasn’t too sure what he would do if they found him in here, with all the letters.

Hi Remus,

I fancy you. I’m—

That was a short one, but it was rather straight to the point. There were a few letters left and even though Remus already got the message, he simply could not stop reading all the endearing letters.

Remus Lupin,

Hey you, I’m trying to tell you something here and I would really like it if you’d take your time to read this before going on a quest to find out who wrote you this. It’s rather personal, the thing I wrote in here. You might wonder who this ‘I’ is, well I’m deeply sorry but I will be keeping that too myself. I just figured, or actually my friend did, that it would be best to tell you. I have deeply fallen in l—

Remus read a couple more, they were all unfinished. Some letters were bold, some of them were romantic and some were serious or formal. But they all told Remus the same thing. It was a beautiful thing actually, to see the writer struggle with putting this into words. To see how the writer wanted to tell Remus but wasn’t too sure what to say and how to say it. That was until Remus opened and read the last letter. 

Remus John Lupin,

Look I know, I’m not that great with things like love and big romantic confessions. You tell me every time I get a new girlfriend, and I’m sorry. I really tried to change all of that, but it didn’t happen. Something else did happen though, you see, I fell for you. Well, this did not exactly happen recently, let’s say, I think I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now, years even. You might hate me for it, you might think I am not capable of something like this, and I am sorry you feel that way about me. But I’m not going to keep this inside of me any longer, I need to say it. I am madly in love with you, Remus, and I cannot help it. So, is it really necessary for you to ask around who sent you this letter? Not really, I guess I can better say it. Well, it is me Moony. You’re mate, Sirius. Yes, I fancy you. I fancy you and your billion cups of tea at 3 AM, I fancy you and your knitted jumpers, you who folds your socks every night before you go to bed, you who will get grumpy whenever James and I are being too loud while you’re reading a book. I fancy messy you, sad you, angry you, sick you, tired you, I fancy you, Remus. Everything you are, I fancy it all. James told me that it would be easy to tell you how I felt, but it is not. It is the worst thing ever. You make me nervous. You, of all people! I know you’ll probably laugh at me and think I’m being silly, I mean, who is able to make Sirius Black nervous? Well Moony, congrats you’re the one. You’re the winner. 

It’s hard for me to tell you because I don’t know how you feel, I don’t know what I will do when I see your reaction. I just can’t lose you, Rem, I can’t. But that’s not the only thing. I’m scared of the reactions I will get from others, I am scared of what my family will say. I am scared to go back there this summer and face the consequences if I do decide to send this letter. Honestly, I’m scared of it all. An outcast, the white sheep of the family, the disappointment, not a true Black heir, a disgrace and now the word ‘homosexual’ can be added to that stupid list of things and names they can call me. I’m sorry I shouldn’t put this all on you, it is not your fault. You’re too good, even if you can’t see it yourself. I’m also afraid of loving you because I’m not even sure if I truly understand the extremely complex concept that is love. People always say: ‘when you know, you know’ right? With you, I like to think I know, but is that love? Or is it just a stupid little crush, a stupid little crush that I’ve been having since we decided to become Animagi to help you. I’m afraid I don’t understand the concept of love well enough to really be yours and to fully commit myself to you. I’m not even sure if you want to have me. Look, I understand it if you don’t, that’s okay, I think? I might be heartbroken for a little while, but I am not losing my friend over a crush, so you bet your magic arse that I will be there to annoy you the rest of our lives. No matter what will happen when you read this, no matter what you will do, we’re a team. 

Yours sincerely,

Sirius Black.

Obviously, Remus knew these letters came from Sirius, he literally found the box after trying to look for his chocolate. The lads were known to steal Remus’s chocolates, especially Peter and this box happened to be hidden underneath the loose floorboard close to Peter’s bed. Remus thought he was the only one who knew about that spot, not that he used it for anything, but he figured that whenever he might need a spot he would have one. The letters were stuffed away in a little box with the Black family crest. Remus actually remembered Sirius getting that horrid thing. The young male got it for Christmas a few years back, two perhaps. It had been a snowy and cold night and the four boys decided to stay at Hogwarts, which took Sirius a lot of trying to convince his parents by owl to let him stay as well. The boy had been thirteen or fourteen at the time. This box arrived and when Sirius opened it there was nothing inside it except for a little card with one word written on it, ‘disgrace’. Seeing Sirius’s reaction to that little note had been horrible to watch. The poor boy immediately got tears in his eyes, and he tried to dry them and not to let it show, but he couldn’t hold it in, so he went upstairs, crying as he did so. Obviously James followed him to their dorm. The common room hadn’t been too crowded at that moment, so not many had seen what happened. After a little while, Remus took it upon himself to check on the two boys, so he made his way upstairs to their dorm. When he opened the door Remus saw a crying Sirius with red and puffy eyes in James’s arms who was holding him tight and telling him how amazing he was and how horrible his family treated him. It was at that very moment that Remus realised that he wanted to be that person for Sirius. He wanted to be the one Sirius would look for to comfort him. Remus wanted to be the one holding Sirius and telling him how beautiful he was inside and out. That was the moment when Remus realised he had fallen in love with Sirius Black. 

Remus read the last letter again, he then grabbed one of the other letters and compared the handwriting. The letter with Sirius’s name actually looked like it had been written by Sirius himself, but all the other letters were in a different handwriting. There were a couple of similarities, for example, the way Sirius always connected the letter ‘o’ with the letter that followed. Remus wondered if Sirius truly came up with a whole new handwriting for just these letters. Obviously, Remus loved the last letter the most. It was personal and really well, Sirius. He read it again and pressed the letter against his chest. 

It wasn’t that much later when Remus heard three familiar voices coming from the common room. James, Sirius and Peter were rather loud. Remus held Sirius’s letter in hand, and he made his way downstairs. He really had no idea what he was going to say, but he just had to see Sirius right now. There were so many thoughts and questions rushing through his head right now. For example, Remus wondered why Sirius kept it all a secret, and for how long this had been going on. He arrived in the common room and immediately looked at Sirius who gave him a soft smile until the Black realised what Remus was holding in his hand. Sirius went pale and his eyes big, he turned his gaze away and avoided Remus’s eyes at all costs. Remus made his way over to Sirius and towered over the smaller male. James and Peter had stepped aside to see how this was going to end. A few other Gryffindor students, who were sitting in the common room as well, were watching everything happen. “Remus-” Sirius mumbled almost inaudibly, he still wasn’t meeting Remus’s eyes. The Black was too scared to see Remus’s reaction, what if there was hate in his eyes or disgust? He couldn’t have that, he could not lose Remus, but he was afraid that he in fact just had. There was a silence, no one said a word, not even the students who were just sitting there, no one. Sirius was about to say something else when he felt Remus’s soft hands cup his cheeks and press their lips together. It caught Sirius off guard, and he would have fallen if it hadn’t been for Remus catching him. Remus’s lips were soft against Sirius’s plump ones. It was truly a magical kiss. Sirius was a bit light-headed at the moment, and he wasn’t truly sure if that was because of the kiss they shared or because of the lack of oxygen as the kiss was pretty intense. 

Several gasps could be heard around the common room when Remus initiated the kiss by pressing their lips together. Everyone had fallen silent, and they were watching the two males kiss, which was kind of awkward. It was pretty obvious that there was chemistry between the two, there always had been chemistry. Then someone started to wolf whistle at the two and people started clapping and cheering. There were some cheeky comments as well, but none of it mattered to the two kissing boys. They were in their own little world right now. All they knew at that moment was each other. They parted and stared each other in the eyes. “You’re in love with me?” Remus whispered against Sirius’s lip. “I am, very much,” Sirius replied and they kissed again. This kiss was a lot lighter than the last one, it was short but still romantic. “I am in love with you, Moony. I am so in love with you.” 

1980

Dear Sirius Black,

Remember how and when we got together? You better do because I will never forgive you if you don’t. I thought it fitting to write you a letter for our three years anniversary. It was exactly this date that you wrote your last letter, a week before we got together. I know it might be a bit too soon, but I have something to ask you. Please don’t freak out, just consider it, think it through. That day, exactly a week from now (which is when I will give you this letter), when I read your letters I finally opened my eyes. I finally saw us together, and so did you. Our horizons met, love. Ever since that moment, you brought me nothing except love and light, all of that light will lead me into the darkest of nights, I am now able to fight those nights because I know that you will be by my side. I am happy and proud to be yours, Sirius, I really am. I know, this relationship wasn’t easy for us, you had trouble with your family because of this and you were afraid. To be honest with you, I was scared that one day you would see me for whom I think I am, and I’m still scared of that, but I also know that you love me. I know the scars we have, they will bleed, they will heal and open up again because that’s how life works. But I believe, Sirius, both of our hearts believe that we can get through all of those tough times because we can. I am sure of it. All of the stars will guide us home Sirius, you are my star, you’re my home. 

I have something to ask you, Sirius, and please don’t freak out.

Yours for eternity,

Remus Lupin.

When Sirius looked up from the paper Remus was sat on one knee, holding a little box in one hand. “Sirius Orion Black III, will you marry me?” 

It was this night, exactly three years ago that the moon and the stars finally aligned. No longer did they cry, they were finally together. After so many exchanged words and letters, tonight was the night that they truly became each other’s significant others. The moon and the stars, proud to be together after all they’ve been through. 

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Sypaul getting ice cream?

You know that SAF Horror Movie post that was supposed to be headcanons and I wrote it into a oneshot instead? Yeah, I'm back at it. Look, there's nothing I love more than those two wholesome gay werewolves. Genre: Fluff/ Romance Words: 2054 TL;DR: Paul and Sybilus go out to get ice cream? Is it a date? Not officially. Could it be? Very possibly. TW: There's literally none. It's all wholesome. It’s just a lot of gay panic.  ________________________________________________________

Paul sighed, walking down the streets aimlessly. He was back in Connor Creek, just for a visit. He liked to visit as often as he could- especially around the full moon. It made things a *lot* easier on him. Because even if he hadn't gone full werewolf yet, he did still experience a lot of the struggles that came around that time of month. It was good to be around other wolves- especially Desmond. And of course with the silver reserves, most of the less-than-ideal urges that came up that time of month were kept at bay. The full moon happened to be in two days, so... here he was again.

He wasn't quite sure where he was going. He was just walking, a bit bored. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he pivoted... so quickly that he fell flat on his ass. Smooth, Paul. Even worse: It was Sybilus. Sybilus, the one person he didn't want to see anything like him flat on his ass. Paul had developped feelings for Syb. He had always though Syb was cool, but... he'd started to catch himself daydreaming. He was good looking, sweet, smart, and... god, he had the coolest name! Paul hadn't meant to fall so hard, but... damn. Both men blushed at the situation they found themselves in. Paul felt bad, reacting like that. He was a bit jumpy... especially with the full moon so soon. Sybilus offered him a hand gently, and Paul took it, standing up.

"T-terribly sorry to have startled you." Sybilus blushed. "I, um..."

"Nah, my bad." Paul chuckled softly. "I'm just jumpy."

"I only meant to say hello... and ask you if you had any t-time- ah! P-p-plans?" Sybilus bit his lip nervously.

"Well... hello." Paul smirked. "And no I don't. Why?"

"I-I was thinking p-p-perhaps we could go into town." Sybilus proposed. "Not this town... the r-real city. M-m-maybe get something to eat?"

"Oh... I actually just had lunch at the Dead Canary." Paul told him. Shit. What was he doing? He actually wanted to go out with Syb.

"We could get ice cream, then. For d-dessert." Sybilus offered.

"Oh yeah! I would be so down for that!" Paul grinned.

"I only say we go into town b-b-because... I-I was going to suggest ice cream anyways. W-w-we don't have a-any real i-i-icecream places here." Sybilus sighed, walking with Paul. They now knew where they were going. To his car. "I-I would start one myself, but I'm rather busy with my other work."

"Maybe I should move here and start one." Paul thought aloud.

"Oh, Paul... y-you've got a very important job." Sybilus shook his head. "We need people like you t-t-to keep sharing the important news with the world."

"Oh yeah, but... I could podcast from up here. Drive into the city to record when I need to..." Paul theorized.

"Well... if you wanted, we could live together." Sybilus offered. "I-I mean you could live a-at my house. You're welcome."

"You know, I'm genuinely considering this." Paul chuckled, climbing into the car. "This could be fun. And it makes sense for me to be here, right? Why just... keep visiting for full moons?"

"You make a v-v-valid point..." Sybilus considered.

"Are you actually cool with me crashing with you?" Paul checked. "Because like... it makes sense, with the two of us being wolves."

"O-of course." Sybilus assured him, starting the car. "And you're right."

"Well that settles it. I'm moving to Connor Creek, running an ice cream shop, and working on my podcast from here." Paul decided.

"M-maybe you should think it over a little bit m-m-more." Sybilus chuckled, driving down the road.

"Yeah, you're right." Paul chuckled nervously.

There was silence in the car for a bit. Neither Paul nor Sybilus knew what to say. Paul had honestly just kept talking about the ice cream shop because he didn't know where to stop. It was awkward, but not tense. Overwhelmingly, if either one had been paying attention, they would have noticed the romantic tension. Both were very evidently interested in each other. But they weren't even able to look at each other with nerves. Paul tapped his fingers nervously. God, now he’d committed to *living* with Syb. He was so nervous that he couldn’t look at the guy but apparently he was going to live with him now. God, he was an idiot. Paul rested his head on his hand, looking out the window. 

“So... have you any idea w-what season three of Wayward G-guide is going to look like?” Sybilus asked. 

“No clue. Lesly hasn’t even told Artie and I that we get to do it yet.” Paul chuckled. “Who knows who it’ll go to.”

“Oh.” Sybilus frowned. “But you and Artemis did so well with it!”

“Yeah. Lesly’s weird like that.” Paul sighed. “Last I heard he’s looking for siamese twins. Who are also podcast hosts.”

“Have y-you considered podcasting independently?” Sybilus suggested. 

“I mean... kinda.” Paul shrugged. “But like... I don’t know. There’s something about Wayward Guide specifically that I just... I loved it.”

“Do you know what in specific that s-s-something might have been?” Sybilus tried to help. 

“I... not really.” Paul admitted

“Could it have been the s-story you were t-t-t-telling and not the actual podcast itself?” Sybilus pointed out. 

“You know... you could be right.” Paul realized. 

“Well... m-m-maybe you could do a podcast on the h-history or Connor Creek while you’re here. S-s-set up a little studio. My office is always rather quuiet, so you could use that.” Sybilus suggested. “M-maybe you could do a podcast on p-paranormal and s-s-supernatural histories throughout our country!”

“You know, that would be really cool.” Paul agreed. “I’ll talk to Artie about it. You know, since... we’re a pair.”

“Oh, of course!” Sybilus nodded. 

“Yeah...” Paul bit his lip. He looked to his feet. “Hey, Syb, can I ask you a kinda weird question?”

“Of course.” Sybilus assured him. 

“Is there anyone in Connor Creek who’s LGBTQ+ other than Donny?” Paul asked. Oh god. What was he doing? Where was he going with that question. How was he going to play that off? He got an idea. “I mean... just in case APN wants to use that kind of information to celebrate during Pride month.”

“Well... let’s see...” Sybilus thought aloud. “I believe that C-Crispin and Odie Doty were seeing each other before Odie’s unf-fortunate demise. Madison once brought a girlfriend to town council. They’d met at a ‘S-Small Town Law Enforcement Summit’. I always wondered what happened t-to that girlfirend- she was l-l-lovely. And, erm... I’m gay.”

“You are?” Paul started to beam. He caught himself too late, a blushing mess. Goddamnit he was giving himself away!

“Erm... yes.” Sybilus blushed. “I-I’ve never technically come out... no one really d-does in Connor Creek. You just sort of show up with a p-p-partner or two and everyone knows.”

“Huh.” Paul hummed. “I’m bi.”

“Oh.” Sybilus nodded. Paul nearly groaned at what he’d just said. He was real smooth, wasn’t he? Both drove in silence again for a moment. Sybilus pulled into a driveway. “We’re here! T-this is the ice cream shop.”

“So I can get the scoop on my competition.” Paul smirked. 

Internally, he was killing himself. Why was literally everything he was doing and saying to this man today the cringiest, most embarassing stuff in his playbook? Seriously. As far as impressions went... he was not making a good one, and he was sure of it. Well at least Sybilus was gay. He had half of a chance. Maybe if he could just calm the fuck down (or whatever it was he needed to do to stop acting like a total dumabss) he could talk Sybilus into getting dinner with him sometime... or maybe he would somehow manage to drive Syb away after he had made the first move. Paul froze. Oh god. Syb had made the first move.

“Are you okay?” Sybilus checked, already out of the car. 

“Hm? Oh, yeah!” Paul blushed, getting out. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be s-sorry.” Sybilus chuckled. “I get lost in my head sometimes too.”

“Right...” Paul sighed, walking into the ice cream shop with him. Even though it was a hot day, it was just the two of them and the teenage girl behind the counter. Sybilus walked up to the counter ahead of him, knowing how things worked there. 

“H-hello... I was h-hoping- ah! liking- ah! I-I would like two d-double scoop waffle cones please.” Sybilus stammered out. 

“Sure thing.” The perky sales attendant smiled knowingly. “What are the flavours on those scoops?”

“Y-you go first.” Sybilus blushed, looking at his feet. 

“Um... I’ll take one scoop rocky road, one scoop chocolate chip cookie dough.” Paul told her. 

She got to work scooping that. And that’s when Paul found himself doing somethign far too quickly to stop himself: he patted Sybilus’ back to comfort him. He could see how distressed the werewolf was, and... he felt bad. He shouldn’t have to be ashamed of his impediment. Both men blushed, looking to the floor. The tension was high. Paul was frozen, unsure of whether to own his actions or... retreat as fast as was humanly possible. But... he decided to own it, going further and rubbing his friend’s back. Sybilus was blushing even harder. Oh god. Had that been too much. He thought so until... a small smile creeped onto the werewolf’s face. Paul smiled back softly. What in the actual hell was going on with those two?

“Alright, here you go hon.” The attendant smirked, passing an ice cream to Paul. She turned to Sybilus. “What about you, sweetie?”

“One b-birthday cake and one cotton candy.” Sybilus told her. She scooped those two fairly easily. 

“Those ones are always so soft.” She told him, still smiling brightly. She handed him the cone. “Here you go.”

“H-how much d-do I owe you?” Sybilus asked, reaching into his pocket. 

“Those are on the house guys. Happy Pride.” The ice cream scooper winked. 

Both Sybilus and Paul blushed, looking at each other. They seemed to be silently asking each other if they let the girl do that for them. Paul shrugged as if to say ‘why no?’, and they both looked back to her. Paul smiled softly. 

“Thank you.” He sighed, taking Sybilus’ hand and walking back outside the shop. There was a little table out there, and he sat them down at that. 

“Well...” Sybilus chuckled nervoulsy. 

“Yeah.” Paul blushed, chuckling with him. 

“I suppose it would be appropriate to wish you a happy pride...” Sybilus smiled shyly at Paul. “I-I... suppose we’d make a handsome couple- o-or at least she thought so.”

“I mean, she’s not wrong...” Paul shrugged, before freezing. Him and Sybilus just stared at each other for a second, and Paul immediately felt guilty. “I am so sorry if that made you uncomfortable, it just-”

“I agree.” Sybilus cut him off. Both just stared at each other, a look of mutual realization hit them. 

“So, um... maybe she wasn’t so wrong then.” Paul tested. “Thinking we were a couple...”

“M-maybe she wasn’t.” Sybilus sighed. There was a pause. 

“So... is this a date?” Paul checked. 

“I-if you would like it to be.” Sybilus bit his lip. 

“Yeah... I think that would be great.” Paul smiled softly. 

“I-I know of a walking trail nearby i-if you would like to go- ah! W-walk for a bit.” Sybilus offered. 

“I’d love that.” Paul beamed. 

And so the two men got up and started down the road, still eating their ice creams as they went along. Paul hesitantly reached out and grabbed Sybilus’ hand, squeezing it. Sybilus blushed, looking over and him ans smiling softly, squeezing back. Paul supposed now that he had a boyfriend he’d probably have to come out to Artemis... if she didn’t already know. He was like 99% sure she was a lesbian though, so he should be fine. Twinsense... he supposed it made them both gay. He was pretty sure that he couldn’t be any happier than he was in that moment. And he was pretty sure Syb felt the same way. It must be the pride month magic, bringing them together- or maybe it was always meant to be this way. Who knows? Paul was just excited for the journey.

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Ducktales Della Arc Reviews: The Spear of Selene or THE INCREDIBLE STORKULES, GOD OF HOMEROTIC SUBTEXT OUT OF MYTH!

Hello all you happy people and welcome back to my coverage of the Della arc! It’s our last 2017 episode before the Finale, and it’s a huge one as we delve into a fan faviorite that introduces a pair of fan faviorites, a drum of tzatkiki sauce worth of gay,  an asshole so odious getting sent to the bowls of hades and laughed at for all enternity after being cast out by eveyrone he knows really was getting off light, and at last some plot progression on this arc. At the time it aired mind you at this point Dellas been a beloved cast member for three years, and we’ve known what happened to her for longer than that. 

At the time though.. it’d been 8 MONTHS since the Great Dime Chase. Let that sink in. The Della reveal was the biggest hook of an already exceptional pilot: It not only promised to flesh out a character who’d had all of one story in the comics at this point in present day, but solve the mystery of why she was gone. Not only that but Scrooge and Donald’s feud clearly stemmed from this exact moment. And the first full episode in the arc confirmed it: Della had taken whatever “The Spear of Selene” was and apologized to Scrooge for it. So why had she taken it, why did Donald blame scrooge, why did Scrooge not blame himself, at least outwardly, where was she, what was the spear of selene...

As I pointed out last time airing order didn’t help and due to airing the arc episodes really close together, gave the impression the arc would not only move fast but take up more of the season than it did. In practice both arcs take up a fourth of the season not including the finale, which would take both up to about a third. The expectation on how much of the season would be taken up by the arc.. was on Disney for airing things badly. I will give credit where it’s do as they moved this episode up in the order to try and make up for it (and give themselves a huge mid season opener).. but then for some reason shoved the last episode before last crash, ie. the only one they coudln’t move, way back to right before that episode. “ Here’s an actual photo of the person who made this decision

As I said they did get better next season with only a few swaps and only for good reason. So props. 

HOWEVER.... this episode still has some  flaws with pacing and revealing info, with or without Disney drunk driving the schedule. The wait between episodes in this plot is an episode LONGER in production order... and dosen’t move the plot forward by much. I will get to that when the time comes.. and that DESPITE this treatment of the fans.. this episode is still one of the seasons best. How are both things true? Join me under the cut to find out. 

Thunderstormy to be precise and the Sunchaser is natrually encountering loads of turbulence with Launchpad barely holding int here while Donald’s buffeted around the back. Why Donald’s with them... 

But it’’s one of his only five starring episodes in the season, out of 9 appearances total the rest of which are cameos.  Yeah now seems as good as time as any to talk about Season 1′s Donald Duck problem. 

See Donald was promoted as a major part of the series, rightly so since he was reduced to a guest star for the 87 series due to a combination of Disney not wanting to overexpose the characters, people possibly not being able to understand his voice and thus making plots hard to understand, and Tony Anselmo being new to the roll at the time. So the reboot went all out promoting the fact Donald would be in it, front and center and gave him TWO character shorts to the rest of the casts one. Disney really went out of their way to show he’d be in there so as a certified Donald Fanatic, I was sure he’d actually be in the show a lot and on the adventures a lot. The crew were not blameless as both promotional arts featured him. Launchpad and Beakly conversely were asbent, so the impression given by all of this was that Donald would be central to the series and in a lot of episodes, given equal focus to scrooge and the kids. 

This.. didn’t happen as you all know. Instead as stated he’s up front and center for 5 episodes, and makes cameos in others, but generally is hardly around. Now there is KINDA an excuse to this as he doesn’t want to adventure, be in the mansion or any of that.. but it’s a REALLY weak one. He still at least could’ve made more cameos, the fact he was working on the boat all that time isn’t made clear till last crash, and his two spotlight episodes both have him dragged along on the adventure anyway, so it’s not like his not wanting to be there meant he woudln’t be forced to join in anyway. There were ways to include him, still have him in a supporting role instead of leaving him back at the mansion.. and even the second episode proved there was still comedy to be mliked from that.. and pathos don’t forget the pathos. So yeah this was easily the biggest mistake of the season and one season 2 largely corrected: He got four dedicated plots, and was around a decent amount in the first half of the season and while he DID get shot up to the moon... it was for valid reasons. They wanted to focus on Della and the kids, give her room to breathe as a brand new major addition to the show, and thus him being around and the elephant in the room of his and scrooge’s feud that was never dealt with on screen, would’ve distracted from that. And even with that they still gave him a focus episode that somehow added more depth and MASSIVELY advanced the main plot, and a sizeable roll in the finale. Season 3 likewise had things better: while he shows up as much as in season 1, the episode count is lower by one, and he’s a major part of the plot in every one BUT Last Christmas, with four of those having the spotlight on him in some way. They eventually did figure out how to use him far more ballanced. So yeah credit where it’s do it got MUCH better, but he still felt like a recurring character in his own series, that was still bad, and I still needed to give out about it. 

But Webby and Dewey have a mission even if Dewey dosen’t quite get what’s going on so they flip a switch to turn on a warning light of some kind forcing Launchpad to make an emergency landing on a gorgeous tropical island. To Huey’s amazement, as the place was apparenlty only a myth, though naturally the guidebook did have it’s aproximate location listed... Ithaquack, home of the gods. Naturally Scrooge and Donald want to leave as soon as possible for reasons we’ll get into but Launchpad , for once is being a responsible pilot “Better safe than.. something right? Scrooge is of course irate that Launchpad picked NOW of all times to be safe, and the Kids.. don’t listen because Huey sees a beautiful realm of myth, Louie sees a beach vacation and Dewey and Webby.. have work to do. Webby eventually fills Dewey in on why their here, having wrongly assumed he got why they were going to a mythical greek island. As Dewey delightfully puts it later “Don’t assume I know anything. “ So she pieces it together for him: Selene was the greek goddess of the moon... Della took the SPEAR of Selene. Ergo this island is the best place to find the Spear and failing that, Selene herself to get more info on it and Della. 

So we have our two plots. Scrooge and Donald dealing with their pasts and the gods, and Dewey and Webby diving into his mom’s past. And unlike the last review where a genuinely unsettling story about an abuse victim forced to manipulate her girlfriend not going into a murder vault was paired with Louie having to deal with a Sasquatch while Huey catches a case of Dewey’s stupidity somehow, these two plots are perfectly paired: Their both perfectly thematically connected, both dealing with the past, Della’s absence and Scrooge and the Twins past encounters with the gods.. but both being self contained outside of that, entirely unconnected but stilll necessary to be in the same episode. THIS is how you do two plots. But since they don’t really synch up again till the end, let’s cover each one at a time shall we?

“What if My Mom was a Bad Person?” 

The plot is pretty straight forward but expertly done: Dewey and Webby first check your standard Zelda dungeon which apparently has a cursed weapon at the end. We also get an utterly adorable and sweet shot of Webby comforting Dewey after he’s clearly shook from it. Awwww. Turns out it’s the SWORD of Selene. and quickly turns into a game of put the Cursed Sword back before we all die. 

Next up is a monster who nearly kills both protecting it’s spear.. the spear of POSIDEN. (Look at meeeeee). And since they aren’t going to be on a boat that isn’t a house boat anytime soon, they don’t need that and the monster cheerfully redirects them, with Dewey apologizing for calling it ugly. 

So all pretty standard stuff for the show and really good stuff.. but it’s the building tension underneath that truly makes the episode and leads to one hell of a climax for this plot. All the while Dewey is DESPERATE for some explination for his mom’s disapperance that isn’t her betraying Scrooge, maybe returning the spear because it was cursed or getting eaten by a monster. Just ANYTHING but the mounting and horrifying suspicion.. that his mom was a bad person who destroyed her family and betrayed her uncle and laughed all the while. Webby.. does not help, backing that side of things and constantly voicing hte idea Della betrayed Scrooge, so obsessed with solving the mystery of her life.. but so unfamilliar with people she dosen’t see the very real toll this is taking on her best friend. To her she’s just making a logical counterpoint.. to him it’s just another idea in his head about the way his mom could’ve betrayed everyone she cared about. 

So that climax is where it explodes. Our heroes find a scale model of ithaquack (Complete with Tiny Maniticore! It’s so cute Webby just wants to slay it)  and an opening.. with an ominous message about incurring the wrath of the god seemingly conforming the worst. So Webby prepares to find out the whole story.. only for Dewey to stop her. No one’s finding this out, whatever it is, no matter how far they’ve come. And given this is the biggest mystery of her life and she simply dosen’t understand WHY Dewey dosen’t want to know.. both sides are ready to fight for this. And Webby DOES try to back him down, pointing out he really can’t beat her in a fight. But Dewey’s already grown leaps and bounds form the pilot and is working smarter not harder. Beat Webby, who spent a good chunk of her life being honed into the most badass child on the parent, one who can take on several of scrooge’s worst foes one on one? Not on his life. But hold her off long enough for the gate to close? He can do that. 

So the result? One of the best fights of the series... and given the sheer amount of great ones we’ve gottten since this one it still says something it holds up THIS well. It’s an even, furiously paced fight, with Dewey using every advantage he has including tossing said manticore to keep up, but not slowing down one bit. It’s heartbreaking to see the two come to this but it’s an delight to watch. Webby DOES win eventually, though time’s running out to get in and she finally asks WHY. And  while the stakes have been crystal clear for both this whole time.. we get them laid out in the most painful way for both. 

Webby: We're so close to the truth! Why won't you let us find it?! Dewey: Because...*his voice cracks* what if my mom was a bad person?

It hits VERY hard. For Webby this has been a puzzle something to solve the greatest achivment of her life, her chance to make her mark... and her best friend just wanted to abandon it. But in one swift response, he disarms all of that.. and makes her see how insnstivie she’s been: He may not know his mom.. but he can’t bear the thought she was a bad person. That she left or WORSE, because she didn’t care about him, or scrooge or ANYONE. Knowing nothing is better than knowing she was a monster. 

Webby realizes what she’s been doing to her friend and is horrified and offers to back out. The answers.. aren’t worth destroying her brother. But her willingness to back down.. finally gets Dewey to see the light. His fear was valid.. but at the end of the day,  it’d never go away. it’d just keep eating him for the rest of his life, every time she was mentioned or he found something else out he’d just wonder if it was a lie and wonder wht he COULD’VE learned this day. And if Webby’s willing to sacrifice THIS MUCH to give him peace of mind... then he can sacrifice that peace of mind for the truth, for her, and for himself. So he pulls them inside. 

Inside they find Selene who suprises them.. and is then confused. Their not della. Also I guarantee mentally she’s thiking “Thank me I didn’t do it naked this time. “. After some confusion as to who this is, Webby explains that IS Selene, and Dewey begs for answers about the spear... only to find out she dosen’t have one. Nope. The sword seen before and a SPHERE, yes.. but no Spear. So the poor boy breaks down, back to square one. It’s hard not to see why... all this effort, all of this sacrifice.. and he’s no closer than when they first set down. 

Selene does help though... giving him an idea of who his mom WAS: one of her closest friends (And let’s face it  Della named the ship after Selene and Selene casually uses Della’s shower. If they didn’t go out at least once, I am an outer god. And I very much am not and they very much banged hard. Goodnight. ) , a good person who brought fun to everyone, and loved her family more than anything. Wether she betrayed Scrooge or not, she wasn’t a bad person. And her own orb shows it showing Della in her prime, brightly smiling next ot her family. Selene encourages the boy not to give up, that his mom always loved a mystery.. and he can solve this one and gently hugs the sobbing child.. with Dewey quickly pulling webby in. It’s genuinely touching and a satisfying ISH ending. 

The ish... is because while this is a VERY good plot, i’ll gush more about it at the end, it does have one supreme flaw: the mystery dosen’t progress. And with the huge gaps between this episode and hte next one, in BOTH airing orders... it’s unforgivable to not have EITHER plot give us any hints about what happened. I don’t ask for much, but they could’ve found a clue in the sphere Dewey got, or saw a memory of her that brought up the next place they look, just something a little. While it’s still a very fine story, the main plot suffers a bit by having one of the ONLY three episodes delving into the della mystery before it’s fully revealed in sunchaaser have almost no progress. Della was probably a good person, which comes from her ex who clearly still loves her so that’s not really reliable, and the spear isn’t literal. While the lack of progress works for the story in the episode itself.. it comes at the cost of any actual plot progression. We end up exactly where we started and have to wait SOME TIME before we get to the next spot on the tour. Well we did, you guys will find out Monday or Tuesday depending on if the finale goes up in the morning or Disney holds it till the actual airing. Please don’t you bastards. Point is it’s  VERY good plot, but it’s hampred by not really progressing the arc. 

The arc progression for this storyline is painfully slow, and tha’ts not on disney. In either order there’s a MASSIVE gap of 15+ episodes between what we learned in the great dime chase and what we learn in castle mcduck. It’s sloppy writing and I expect better from this team, especially since the Lena plot the same season is far tighter paced: each one builds a bit, both on Lena as a character (Why she’s doing this etc), her development as a person, her relationship with webby growing and Magica and her growing more and more spiteful with one another. They could’ve had at least ONE MORE subplot to build this up, especially since we really dind’t need the sasquatch episode but just.. didn’t for whatever reason and it’s still frustrating.  But as always credit where it’s due.. the next two seasons were better about it. 

Season 2 while not perfect, and we’ll get to it’s plots someday.. and I do say plots as not alternating between the two plots for season 1 was a mistake if a well meaning one as not to drive up the price for Kev but for future refrence if any of you want me to cover an arc for something I WILL have to cover all of it or any adjacent to it that flow into it. Point is they move faster and both Glomgold and Louie’s are pretty lowkey and low stakes so while enjoyable, their not moving incredibly fast dosen’t hurt the show. And the Moon plot has the best pacing of the three and possibly of the series plots period: We get filled in on Della fairly quick, getting answers on her WAY faster, get introduced to the moon and it’s people right away, get a whole episode on them, and the most importantly in sharp contrast? She returns HOME halfway into the season. 

I will probably go into this again when I get to nothing will stop della duck but Season 1′s pacing and general wisdowm made me think she wouldn’t get home anytime soon and she’d return in the finale. Instead? We get a whole half a season fleshing her out further, seeing her connect with her kids, all that good stuff, WITH an episode advancing the moon arc, without that arc feeling unimportant, but still having the slow pacing. 

Season 3 meanwhile while again not without bugs, the last few episodes before the finale having no real build up to it really wasnt a good idea and I question why these two episodes were the ones leading into it, has two seemingly barely related plots.. that EFFORTLESLY merge into one, with one hell of a huge twist in impossibin that ratchets up the stakes. I don’t know how it’ll payoff.. but we’ll see. 

So they did get better, i’m still hard on it because it happened.. but I will never stop stressing how this crew usually corrected a mistake. If they fucked up, they LEARNED FROM IT, course corrected, and made it better and they listened to US. IN the good way, not letting fans run the series but listening to valid concerns and adapting to them. And given how fucking rare that is and how hard it must’ve been with the tight schedule, I.. I really appricate it and i’m going to miss it. And I can’t think of a segue so enjoy this picture of a turtle hitting a trapper in the face with a bat instead. 

“Someone Always Gets Hurt”

So let’s take it back a few hours. Hit it boys!

Donald tries getting the boys back on the ship, clearly fearing something coming for him.. and we soon meet that something. Yes it’s the hero of legend, the stork out of myth, the star of a LOT of Donald Duck Slash FanFiction only half of which he wrote, STORKULES!

In case I didn’t make it clear when I reviewed New Gods on the Block! I love this guy. He reminds me a LOT of the marvel version: Boisterious , horny (if in a far more pg version), Gay (Pansexual for the marvel version), flawed but still immensley likeable. Stork is a bit diffrent, a bit more naive, a bit peppier and entirely blind to the fact his father is a terrible person. But my love of the marvel herc means Stork was an easy sell for me and Chris Dimatopolis’ performance is second to none, only topped in this series by his later work as Darkwing where he got a bit more range than “Joyous ham who wants to bang”. Also I’m 100% convenced he’s made this memetic expression to donald at some point... 

If someone hasn’t redrawn that with Storkules yet, we have failed as an internet. And if someone has please show me. 

His crush on Donald is also endearing even if I don’t ship the two. And if your curious as to why it’s simple: Storkules is attracted to a version of Donald that no longer exists. Storkules craves a Donald whose a brave daring hero who loves adventure. And while still a brave hero when the situation calls for it as this episode will bare out.. he just.. dosen’t have the passion for adventure he did as a kid. While a LOT of that is loosing his sister for a decade, even once he makes peace with that and later gets her back... he just wants a normal life. His greatest wish was for one. He apparenlty “wishes for this every day”. He dosen’t hate adventuering anymore and by season 3 has come to terms with the fact he’ll never get everyone else to stop.. but I also think it’s always been obvious he clearly wants to one day. To have a normal life, settle down, find a girl, and if she wants to get married. Get old , fat and happy. I honestly think that’s the direction the finale’s heading in judging from the previews. I don’t think he’ll ever stop entirely, his family life’s too insane for that.. but he just dosen’t want to keep going forever and Stork, being an immortal hero does. They want diffrent things entirely and that just won’t work. Though that’s also JUST me and if you ship them or have a way around that, feel free. This is just my opinon. 

Anyways Donald’s not happy, the kids are confused  and Scrooge. has problesm bigger than simply not knowing how to say i’m not into you.... aka Zeus, king of the gods and of all assholes. He was originally supposed to be a swan due to a certian myth.. but they realized since that myth is both really fucked up and really not for children to not do that because why the fuck would you. Point is Zeus in myth is an asshole, a rapist, a cheating husband, and a vengeful, petty dick and that’s with barely any knowledge of Greek Myth on my part. He’s played by Micheal Chiklis whose famous for The Comissh and the Shield.. but whose famous to me for playing the ever loving Blue Eyed thing in the Tim Story Fantastic Four movies.. and honeslty, at least till marvel takes a crack at it soon, is the best screen version of the character. Look the film is flawed and I don’t remember a lot of it.. but his stuff in it just NAILS the character perfectly, at least the first one, and while the look is.. eh, he was the perfect casting. He just wasn’t in the right movie. So he’s naturally awesome here as history’s greatest douchebag. 

As for why Zeus is pissed at him unlike say Donald (The whole Spear of Selene fiasco) or Magica (Who while even worse than Zeus still lost her brother because of his callousness), or others he’s wronged.. Scrooge did absolutely nothing wrong here. During a beach party Storkules intiates, he reveals he used to be king of the beach and loved and worshipped by the people of ithaquack, which last time the adult ducks visited was a lovely hideaway for heroes. Scrooge naturally did a bunch of heroic and cool stuff, and upstaged him, and then bested him in various games and what not. Zeus claims they ran off because of this and because they didn’t want to party with a god bested by a mortal.. but scrooge reveals pottery showing it’s because Zeus threw a temper tantrum aka “a year long lightning storm”. So yeah for once all Scrooge did was just upstage someone who was already objectively horrible and who brought all of htis on himself. Scrooge even points it out perfectly “They didn’t leave because they liked me, they left because they didn’t like YOU. “ 

Pissing off the god who already didn’t like you for stupid reason goes about how you’d expect and when Storkules tries to cool things down by suggesting a game, Zeus turns it into a contest. His son against Scrooge’s nephews. Because he uh dosen’t want to lower himself. Yeah that’s it, totally not that Scrooge would kick his ass and then fucking kick his ass. Yeah that’s the ticket. 

So our boys don Toga’s, and gear up for the first challenge: grabbing the bag of winds. In case you thought Spongebob just made that up. Zeus of course opens it so Donald can’t just leave, but Huey simply thinks his way out and wins , Zeus demands best 2/3 and we soon get a montage of various events from chariot racing to sculpture where we get our title picture, lest you thought I was kidding abotu Storkules obession with donald. I mean there’s subtextually having a character have a crush on another and then ther’es making a naked muscular statue of him. I.. I don’t even have a joke here. He made a naked muscular statue of Donald. The only way they could be less obvious without just coming outright and saying it was if hte statue was of hima nd storkules making out. And i’m 100% sure Frank, Matt and Dana, yes Dana Terrace was involved in this one i’m as unsurpised as you are, only didn’t do that because Disney said no. 

Zeus declares one final round because he’s tired of this..e ven though he CLEARLY won the last one while Donald once again tries to just leave and Storkules finally calls him on it wondering why he’s given up adventuring and wondering what della would say if she could see him like this, having just given up and not caring anymore about any of ths stuff.  “Well she can’t! Someone always gets hurt....”

And that one very sharp and painful line both outlines Donald’s arc here, and for the season, and makes it VERY clear why he retired and why I felt like he was already on his way and the spear of selene was simply the final straw. He gave up.. because he was just tired of it. Tired of being the one who got hurt.. and devistated when it wasn’t him that time. When he lost his sister for what he felt was NOTHING. Sure hte stars would be great but they’d done everything and gone everywhere..w asn’t.. wasn’t that enough/ Couldn’t they just be done? Couldn’t he just stop. The spear gave him an excuse to do what he always wanted, but it also caused him to harden up and view EVERYTHING about his old days of adventuring as bad when like most things i’ts not that simple., There were good times, sunshine, giant sized gay men obessing over you.. okay maybe the last part isn’t a plus in his book, but point is there was good and his arc is seeing that and realizing he can’t just cling to his pain. He has to let go so he can move on heathliy. 

As for said final challenge Zeus tasks the boys and Storkules with stealing the golden fleece from a little girl. While this is part of a whole scheme... he undereistmaed his son’s valour and Storkules is naturally sent spinning over having to steal from a child and is sent into a crisis. Louie however has no such qualms, as he is a children.. and he’s also louie.. but as he tries to the child starts singing. As Scrooge puts it “nothing good happens when creepy children start singing. “ Very true, it’s usually a sign freddy kruger’s about to show up or your  about to be taken by a miltiary orginzation obssed with The Doctor. 

The boys plug their ears.. and Zeus’ plan becomes horrifically clear. Turns out he had no real interest in an actual contest this time, and has the child take control of Storkules to murder them. And gives the doucheist shrug imaginable when his OWN SON IS BEGGING HIM NOT TO MAKE HIM MURDER SOME CHILDREN. 

Scrooge naturally gets involved. Meanwhile Donald is trying to escape the lightning cage Zeus is using to make sure no one leaves... when he hears the boys cries of terror. He may hate this kind of thing.. but there’s one thing and only one thing that can make him snap back into who he used to be like it was yesterday. And that’s harming his boys. So Donald snaps into action and it’s a glory to see as Scrooge snaps back with him “Just like old times”. The two once again get a little closer to reconclisation by wrestling a golden pansexual to prevent him from brainwashdely murdering two children. God I love this show and this job. 

Huey however is more of the aim for the head sort and Louie simply uses his natural talent to talk the siren into working with him, with him as her agent. As he puts it Zeus just wants to use her.. he wants to use her too.. but to make them BOTH rich. She agrees, Louie wins, and Donald finally accepts storkules is his friend. Scrooge TRIES to use this to mend fences with Zeus.. but Zeus being a petulant dick wants another game and Scrooge simply throws a game of billiards or something like it to get this over with. 

So we get our wrapup. Dewey and Webby return, and Storkules and Donald say their goodbyes. Donald finally admits he’s his friend.. and in that one act finally admits he can’t just bury his past because parts of it are painful. And as Storkules puts it he may be done with adventure.. btu adventure’s not done with him. He’s got more of his old self in who he is now than he thought. Dewey also accidently wins and our family finds launchpad took the plane apart. There.. there’s no real ending. I can only assume Selene said knock this shit off when she found out or beakly later came in guns blazing. I don’t know. 

Final Thoughts: This episode is excellent. It has it’s fault: there’s no plot progression, and the ending is just stupid and is the only one of the series that feels like nothing was resolved. That being said.. the rest of the episode makes up for it. It’s filled with great gags as usual.. but the real meat is the character work. Dewey’s worries about his mom, and Donald’s attempt to literally leave his past behind, it’s really amazing stuff that elevates the episode past it’s flaws and into one fo the series best. Wheras revisting Other Bin reminded me it had a bad subplot that drug it down.. revisiting this one showed me just HOW near perfect it is with only a few things holding it back. Even with the dispaoitnment factor.. this one’s still excellent, with Ben, Kate and Tony all at the top of their games. Great stuff. 

Next Time on this Arc: Dewey has to face the future when the truth comes out. And Scrooge.. bitches with his dad for half the episode. Sure beats his dad sadly btu sweetly passing on to be with his wife huh?!

Next time on this blog: Amphibia time! Speaking of facing the consequences of lying to your family, Hop Pop’s FINALLY forced to face hiding the Box from Anne, and we also get an ivy episode. Super fuckin shooters. 

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self indulgent headcanons hours

i started this as a fic but it was too hard to write so headcanon time!! 

the headcanon in question? 

sunset curve/julie/flynn/carrie/willie going to rep tour 

here i go on my bullshit lol n e ways some context, modern au set in 2018 but they’re all still 15-17, carrie and bobby are twins, trevor is their rich uncle who took them in for some reason, no one is dead and everyone is gay, that is all (and by everyone is gay i mean biromantic ace!bobby, lesbian!carrie, pan!luke, bi!reggie, bi!julie, lesbian!flynn and obviously alex and willie are gay) also alex and willie are dating, carrie, flynn and julie are dating and luke, reggie and bobby are dating, thats all 

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- so carrie 100% bought the tickets (using trevor’s credit card of course) and then just told everyone that they were going (much to flynn’s annoyance, she strongly dislikes taylor swift) 

- julie didn’t really mind, theres a few taylor swift songs that she quite likes and she’s not gonna turn down a free concert or time with her girlfriends and band mates

- alex and reggie were over the moon in excitement, jumping up and down together (luke, bobby and willie were also very excited, just more cool about it) 

- on that note no one can convince me that all four members of sunset curve would not be swifties alex is a speak now stan reggie is a debut stan luke would stan her songwriting abilities so hard  and bobby would claim that he's a rep stan but would 100% be a secret 1989 stan

- finally the day of the concert comes and alex “borrows” his mum’s van to get them all to the concert 

- carrie would have organised costumes and makeup, flynn would refuse to dress up and julie would just prefer to wear one of her mum’s old outfits, which worked perfectly cause then there were 6 people left for the 6 albums, one era for each person 

- reggie was debut era, and he had jumped at the chance to wear a sundress and boots willie was fearless, and carrie had curled his hair into the tight ringlets and had found a glittery gold crop top to wear with some jeans alex was speak now, with a replica of the purple tour dress and a glittery purple fanny pack instead of his classic black one luke was red, and he was wearing a red era merch shirt that he had cut the sleeves off, and carrie had convinced him to wear a pair of high waisted shorts with it carrie was 1989, wearing the classic shake it off cheerleader costume and bobby was rep, with reggie’s leather jacket and torn jeans with fishnets underneath, and a tight glittery black shirt (also if anyone can draw and wants to draw this PLEASE !!!!) 

- the whole trip there would be spent blasting reputation and singing along, and even flynn gets a little bit into it 

- they would arrive and head straight for merch and the taylor nation booth and then once they were ready they would head inside to the arena 

- of course carrie would have gotten them the best tickets possible, so they end up right down the front in the snake pit (VIP of course) and they would spend the preshow singing and talking about how excited they were 

- finally after the opening acts it was time for the show to start, and the second that the lights go down they all start screaming (i can just imagine sunset curve excitedly grabbing onto each other screaming while julie and flynn just watch them with a smile) 

- they would have the time of their lives screaming every single word and dancing like no one was watching 

- and even flynn sings along to love story and you belong with me

- alex boldly dedicating dress to willie who just stands there wide eyed cause he never thought alex would be so bold (bonus of all of their friends watching on like 👁️👄👁️)

- reggie getting his fucking LIFE during should’ve said no and luke and bobby just looking at him with these lovestruck looks cause yep thats their boyfriend and they love him 

- the boys crying though this is why we cant have nice things cause they know that its the last song and they dont want the show to be over 

- of course they all collect massive handfuls of the newspaper confetti 

- and carrie asking a security guard to take a photo of the eight of them together with the stage in the background 

- the drive home with them all just chattering away excitedly about the show and their favourite parts, and alex pulling into the mcdonalds drive through to get them something to eat and drink 

- and then finally they get back to bobby and carrie’s house where they’re all having a sleepover, and they end up all falling asleep in a massive cuddle pile in carrie’s king sized bed (they most definitely did not fit but none of them cared about how cramped it was)  

#sunset curve #julie and the phantoms #headcanon #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters #bobby wilson #carrie wilson #julie molina #flynn nolastname #willie nolastname #jatp #willex #julie x carrie x flynn #rebuke #jatp swifties

[ellewritesathing]

Faking It - Epilogue

Summary: You’d done plenty of dumb things in your life, but the dumbest had to be picking Greendale’s latest bad-boy to pretend to be your boyfriend.

Masterlist Part 6 | Epilogue

Word-count: 2.3k+

A/N: okay so about a million years ago @corishirogane3​ sent me the cutest headcanon for this series and i had to make it canon. i’ve rewritten the ending so much that i’m not sure how i feel about it anymore but!! i wanted to post this sugary sweet ending after my finals so 💕💕 i hope you guys like it

Caliban hated birthdays. His mother would always try her hardest to make each year better than the last, with more outrageous parties in the hopes that he would forget he was a bastard whose father cared more about his reputation than his son. It never worked. 

Kinkle: Happy Bday man! You’re still an asshole but I’m glad we’re friends again

As if his childhood confusion wasn’t hard enough, Caliban’s teenage angst almost burned everything to the ground. He was angry at his family for abandoning him and his mother, at the people around him for being conceited and boring, and at California for being too goddamn sunny. 

Theo: happy birthday to my gay awakening 💕

Birthdays made Caliban infinitely aware of his precarious loneliness in the world. He’d stopped telling people when his birthday was long ago, but somehow they’d find out and ruin his plans to spend the day alone and screaming at the sky. Year after year, it was just the same hollow wishes from people who didn’t really care about him.

Rosalind ��: happy birthday old man. i got you a haunted portrait so you don’t wrinkle 

But this year was different. Caliban still wasn’t sold on the perfect greeting card birthday, but he’d been less angry since moving back to Greendale. Dating you - real or not - meant he got a group of friends as part of the deal, and the lot of you had extorted his birthday to draw up his astral chart. Apparently, he was an Aries sun, Capricorn moon - whatever the fuck that meant.

Sabrina: Happy Birthday Cal 💞

Still, Caliban could move across the country and collect as many friends as he liked, but he wasn’t sure if he’d ever enjoy his birthday. 

With a sigh, Caliban threw off his covers and padded across to his closet. He pulled out his usual dark clothes and scrounged around for his leather jacket before realizing he’d loaned it to you. He smiled to himself and set to make himself presentable. 

This first hour of his birthday was always spent alone. It was one of the many birthday traditions he and Isobel shared, along with birthday pancakes, ditching the last half of school, and triple chocolate cake with Sour Patch Kids stuck to the icing. He was thankful for all the things his mother did for him, but that first dose of silence and solitude was crucial if he was going to deal with all the birthday bullshit that lay ahead.

Caliban’s phone dinged with yet another notification and he stopped in the middle of the hallway to dig his phone out of his pants pocket. Sure, Caliban talked a big game about hating birthdays but he still checked every text he got, hoping for ... something. 

Fitch: Happy non-birthday to the best not fake boyfriend I’ve ever had ❤️ I love you and I’ll see you soon

He always read the texts, but he almost never responded. He leaned against one of the door frames and started typing something in the way of a reply. The only problem was that Caliban was only gifted in the way of words when he was lying, and he never wanted to lie to you. Caliban sighed and locked his phone without sending anything. He’d figure out what to say once his stomach was full of pancakes.

Expecting to come downstairs to the low hum of Isobel singing along to music, the smells of cinnamon, sugar, and melted chocolate, and one very messy kitchen, Caliban was surprised when he reached the bottom stair and heard your voice. Everything else was as expected, but you stood out among all the chaos.

“Is this okay?” you asked quietly. 

Isobel stopped her humming for a second. “Oh, yeah! That’s perfect, sweetheart.”

The pancake batter sizzled in the pan and Caliban decided to brave the kitchen. It was still as messy as always, but there you stood, clad in a borrowed, sunflowered apron and brandishing a spatula. 

Since you and Isobel were whispering and watching the pancakes rise with your back turned to the entrance, Caliban walked over as quietly as he could and got a better look at the assortment of toppings on the counter. He'd just bitten into one of the strawberries when you turned to grab something off the counter. 

You jumped sky-high and Caliban laughed. “Jesus. How long have you been there?” you asked.

“Long enough.” Caliban tried to sound nonchalant, which was difficult to do with all his curiosity. His cool facade was also ruined by Isobel rushing around the island to hug him and kiss his cheeks. 

Isobel settled slightly after sitting Caliban down on one of the stools and promising to be right back with his present. 

With your new-found solitude, Caliban turned to with an amused smile. “When you said you’d see me soon, I didn’t think you meant quite so soon,” he said. He reached for another strawberry. 

You were happy to have caught him off-guard. “That’s kind of the point of a surprise.” You turned back to the stove to keep the pancake from burning but looked over your shoulder to add, “I mean, I can leave if it’s a problem?”

“You would deprive me of your company on my birthday?” 

You set a plate in front of Caliban that had a single, oddly shaped chocolate-chip pancake. “I'd never dream of it, Abercrombie.” You took a step back, pulled out a knife and fork, and set it in front of him. “Tell me how it tastes?” 

Caliban cut a piece and held his fork out to you. 

“No way. That’s your birthday pancake.” 

“You would really make me beg on my birthday?” 

“You can’t play that card the whole day-” 

“Yes, I can. Because it’s my-” 

“Don’t say it-”

The word was on the tip of his tongue, but Caliban didn’t get the chance to play his birthday card another time because Isobel rushed back into the room holding a wrapped present and grinning wildly. 

Isobel set the present down on the stool next to Caliban and tapped the top. “I know you don’t like opening them in front of anyone, but I couldn’t wait.” She tapped the gift again before reaching out and squeezing his hand. “Happy birthday, my love.” 

“Thanks, Mom,” Caliban said in a low voice. Isobel gave him the sad smile she always did on his birthday and he gave her the matching smile he always did. 

Your voice broke both of them out of their birthday stupor. “Well, I’ve got to get going or I’ll be late.” You untied the knot behind your back as you spoke before lifting the apron over your head. “I just wanted to stop by to steal a few legendary birthday pancakes and drop off the scavenger hunt stuff.” 

“I’m sorry, would you repeat that?” Caliban asked, sounding as saintly as he could. 

Isobel laughed. “Your brilliant girlfriend figured out how to give you a special birthday while letting you spend the whole day by yourself.” She wrapped an arm around Caliban’s shoulders and looked over at you. “There are clues and activities all over town and you can only come back once you’ve finished them all.” 

As intriguing as a day spent on his own seemed, Caliban couldn’t help but feel like there was a catch coming. “And what about my daily need for education?” 

“I thought you were a fan of more alternate education,” you teased. You leaned over and ate another bite of pancake. “Don’t tell me you’re going soft in your old age.” 

Caliban gave a short laugh. “I said no such thing.” 

You smiled. “Your mom promised to give you the first clue after your first pancake stack. I’ll see you later, okay?” 

Caliban nodded, suddenly unsure of how to respond. He was bad at receiving gifts at the best of times, and this gift was personal and bestowed upon him in front of his mother. It was an awkward set of circumstances. “Thank you,” he said softly as he hugged you goodbye. 

“Of course.” You kissed his cheek and disappeared out of the kitchen after waving goodbye to Isobel. 

Once you were gone and Caliban was left with the familiar sounds and smells of the morning of his birthday, he began to think that maybe his opinion on birthdays needed a bit of changing. 

--- 

Though he’d only participated in a few scavenger hunts, Caliban was competitive and he was relentless. He tore through clue after clue in the same ravenous fashion that a pack of wolves would their next meal, though he tried to savor it as best his hunger would allow. Every handwritten clue was kept, every souvenir pocketed, and every moment memorized. He didn’t want to waste the most thoughtful gift he’d ever been given just because he was an impatient bastard. 

But, as he stared at his suspiciously dark house, he wondered if he should have taken it a bit slower. The last clue had hinted at something waiting for him at the house, and his desire to finish the scavenger hunt waged war on his hatred of birthday parties. He was just about to put the car in reverse and dart into the street when your head popped around a curtain. You ducked inside at such a speed when your eyes met his that Caliban laughed at the mental image of you crashing into a lamp and trying to play it off. 

In the end, neither his desire nor hatred lured him into the depths of his birthday party. His bizarre inclination to do anything and everything you wanted drew him in.

So, Caliban showed up at his party. He wore a party hat, played nice with the other kids, and blew out the candles on his cake. All in all, it should have been the perfect end to his perfect day. But even with all your careful planning, there was no accounting for the bullshit hole in Caliban’s chest that always left him feeling empty. 

When the hole in his chest got too big, Caliban sneaked up the stairs, ducked into his room, and slipped out the window. He wasn’t running away - though the thought did cross his mind - but he just needed some fresh air. Harvey’s laughter mingled with that of his other friends and the laugh tracks of bad movies, drifting through the open window to the warmth of the April night. Still, there wasn’t enough fresh air in the world to fix him. 

“Hey!” 

Caliban twisted around to see you popping your head out of his bedroom window. You had a silly grin on your face and your hair was falling all over your face. The hole in Caliban’s chest got a little smaller. Your smile softened as you tilted your head to mirror his. 

“Hey, you wanna get out of here?” 

“Aren’t you worried about missing the party?” Caliban asked. 

You shrugged. “Roz and Theo ate all the good snacks so it’s pretty lame anyway.” Caliban laughed and you flashed him another smile. “Come on, Abercrombie, you really gonna make me climb on the roof to come get you?”

Caliban let out a long whistle and adjusted to get a better look at you. “I’d like to see you try, but careful - it’s slippery out here.” 

“Stop being an asshole and let’s get out of here before someone notices we’re gone.” 

Grinning, Caliban rolled over and held a hand out to you. There was no need to be so secretive, really, but sneaking down his mother’s carefully cultivated trellis was half the fun. Caliban squashed some hydrangeas on the way down, you tumbled into him after getting your foot stuck, and the two of you were left breathless for a moment before rushing to the car so no one would discover your attempted prison break.

Giddy as you turned onto the freeway, the two of you laughed with the windows down and music blaring. Caliban didn’t think his birthday could get any better than it already was, but that moment with you was his favorite part. Or at least, it was until you started complaining about wasting away and you pulled into a diner for something to eat - then he found a new favorite moment. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Like what?” 

“You know what.” You tilted your head. “Is this because of the fry thing? I’m telling you, if you just try it then you’ll like it.”

Caliban laughed and shook his head at ‘the fry thing,’ also known as your insistence to dip your fries in whatever milkshake you had on the day. “I’m not trying it.”

“You’re a coward.”

“You can’t say that to me. It’s my birthday.” 

“You hate birthdays.” 

“Still.” 

Rolling your eyes, you pushed the plate of fries over to him. “Try it once, okay? And you’ll see it’s the perfect combination of salty and sweet, hot and cold, yummy and delicious.” 

Caliban couldn’t help it. He’d been putting it off for almost a year now, and it just didn’t feel right to say no to you after everything you’d done for him today. Plus, you were cute when you got your way. So, he reached out and dipped a fry in the milkshake. 

Annoyingly, it was everything you’d said and more. Despite the sugary, fried high he was bound to be on in a few minutes, Caliban knew the best part of this whole endeavor would be to see your sickeningly smug face when he admitted defeat. 

You’d turned him into a cheesy cliche. He was disgustingly romantic, he carried your books between classes, and had your coffee order memorized. Because you were the sweet to his salty, the brave to his reckless, the Fitch to his Abercrombie. 

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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#caos #Chilling Adventures of Sabrina #Faking it #Caliban

[primasveraas-writing]

Finnpoe Modern AU- Single Dad!Poe- PART 2

Lmao so Part 2 was supposed to be focused on Finn and Poe’s relationship but that didn’t happen as planned so. yknow. Now there’s a Part 3 on the way where more things actually happen, Finnpoe-wise, and that should explain more about their relationship. It is also very possible that a Part 4 may happen, but all of this is for after finals end next week ANYWAY

Thank you again to Eliane, who had the original idea for this headcanon!

Part One l Part Two l Part Three

XXX

BB makes it through preschool and starts kindergarten the next year

He's nearly a year older than his classmates, but Poe is still terrified on the first day of school

He's less scared than the first first day, and now BB is comfortable enough to stick his tongue out at his dad when he catches Poe wiping tears out of the corner of his eye

But BB still allows a hug, long and tight, when it's time to say goodbye

He signs goodbye! with ease, and pride and bittersweet sorrow swell in Poe's chest

BB has a group of friends by the end of the week

BB has a lot to say, Poe hears from their parents, and Poe chuckles to himself at that

By now, Poe feels more secure in being a single parent, but he remembers Shara's fire and how that was balanced so readily but Kes's calm demeanor

It seems that BB is inheriting all of Poe's sass and spirit, totally untempered

(He doesn't mind in the slightest, though he fears the day BB realizes he can out-sarcasm his father)

Sometimes, BB complains that his Deaf friends can sign better than him, and Poe feels a pang of guilt. They've been learning together, and after a year, they've come a long way, but there are still hurdles

On top of his other classes, BB spends his afternoons in the special education classroom

They find a sense of community there; children and parents who have had similar experiences

It's easier then, better than the year before. The father and son have settled in somewhat, even though Poe dreads the end of the year- BB will switch buildings and teachers and everything will be new again

Despite the impending change, BB thrives. He can write a few shaky words and he's nearly entirely fluent in ASL by the time kindergarten ends

The summer flies by: BB is six already, losing teeth, joining the soccer team

He plays #8 on the team. He's fiercely into it, which isn't entirely helped by Poe screaming his support on the sidelines

Jess, Karé, and Snap all yell too; Kes is the only one who shows his enthusiasm at normal volumes, although Poe can never quite forget the game when BB got fouled and Kes sulked about it the entire night

They meet BB's new teachers in August, a couple of weeks before the start of school

Poe's prepared for this now. He knows what to advocate for, how to navigate the reactions to BB and the calm, placating smiles from people who look lost when they first meet his son

BB's teachers are kind, at the very least. Poe had been a public school kid, but with some financial help from Kes, he'd managed to get BB into a slightly more controlled environment- it's a private school, still a relatively big one, but Poe chose it for its positive reputation and special needs programs

His boss, Leia, had endorsed the decision- her twin brother worked in the district, and if nothing else, Poe trusts Leia’s judgment

But most of all, BB was happy there in both preschool and kindergarten, and that’s all that truly matters

They end up at the special education classroom last on the tour of the new building- Poe nods at a few familiar faces before an older-looking man introduces himself as Luke. He shakes Poe's hand firmly and signs hello back at BB, who's staring up at him, unabashed

I'm Luke, he signs, and doesn't even raise an eyebrow when BB tells him to call me BB

“I work with your sister, I think- Leia Organa,” Poe says because Luke seems all-too-familiar, and Luke nods quickly

“My little sister, yes. She’s mentioned you. She says she reminds you of her husband when he was younger.” Luke raises an eyebrow. “You’re not a troublemaker, are you?”

“No,” Poe says automatically, at the same time BB signs yes!

You’re a troublemaker, too, Poe reminds the boy, ruffling BB’s hair. His son snorts, shaking his head, and peers around Luke to see the rest of the room

“Leia likes troublemakers. She’s the best one of all,” Luke says matter-of-factly, then grins. "But- you'll want to meet the rest of our staff," Luke says, signing as he speaks and peering around the room

"There's Mr. C, and there's Finn. He's new this year, too"

Poe's stomach twists at the words- he's all for giving the benefit of the doubt, but he'd hoped for someone with a little more experience

That's his first impression of Finn- the second is that Finn is-

-well, Finn is hot. Nicely fitting jeans and a gratuitous v-neck, accompanied by a winning smile that flashes before the two men's eyes meet

Finn's eyes are warm and brown and it melts Poe on the spot

BB has already abandoned him, tearing across the room and offering his hand to Finn. Poe blinks, trying to get his thoughts in order, and introduces himself to Finn

The young man is right out of grad school (he came highly recommended, and they had to fight to get him, Luke chimes in, while Finn studies his feet), but he's always wanted to teach, even if he had a brief military stint that ended poorly

My abuela was Air Force, BB supplies

She must have been talented, Finn answers. I think I'd get scared all the way up there

I wouldn't! BB replies at lightning speed, and oh no, Finn's laugh is just as delightful as every other aspect of him

They talk for a few minutes more before Finn is stolen away by other parents and Poe decides to talk to other teachers

(I’ll be seeing you, Finn,” Poe says, and Finn just smiles back, but Poe can’t help but sneak glances at the other man, even with distance now between them

Finn catches him just once, and grins at Poe widely)

Poe doesn’t see BB’s teachers too often- there are stories from his son, occasional phone calls, and parent-teacher conferences, but he runs into Finn fairly often outside of BB-related happenings

The younger man has an apartment within a mile of Poe’s, and Luke and Leia seem somewhat determined to drag their protégés out once in a while

Dinners on a few occasions is one thing, but Poe also discovers that he and Finn frequent the same bars

(Frequent, Poe thinks, is a liberal term for a teacher and a single dad, but he does to find a free night once in a blue moon)

(It makes sense, Poe also realizes, that he would run into a man who wears sensible v-necks at the only gay bar in town)

Poe is nursing a whisky, scanning the room for anyone as tired and old as he is, when he spots Finn half hiding in a booth near the back of the room, a young brunette woman slumped next to him

They look slightly out of place, and Poe is debating if he should go say hi or not when the woman looks up at him, her gaze piercing. Poe looks away, the tips of his ears burning, but he can see her whispering to Finn out of the corner of his eye

Poe is staring determinedly at the melting ice in his drink when he hears slight scuffling behind him, then a voice says “Hi Poe, good to see you.”

Finn’s tone is somewhere between the one he uses on conference night and a clearly forced effort to sound casual, so Poe musters his best smile

“Hey Finn,” he says, friendly, then his mind goes blank

“I didn’t realize I would see you here,” Finn blurts, and his eyes go wide. His companion gives a huffy sigh before nudging Finn’s side with her elbow and retreating back to their booth

“I didn’t know you were- that you go to-” Poe is just as flustered, and neither he nor Finn can meet the other’s eyes. “-that you go to gay bars,” he finishes lamely

“I do,” Finn says, voice soft as he stares at the ground. “Well, not too often but Rey-” he jerks his head back to indicate the woman conspicuously watching them from her seat- “has been stressed lately and I wanted her to have a good night.”

Poe takes a sip of his drink. “She your girlfriend?”

There’s no hope of any sort of recovery now- Poe is vaguely tipsy, a lightweight after his son changed all his evening plans for the past two years, and Finn seems beyond flustered, but this conversation started badly, anyways

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Finn says firmly. “We’re gay- I mean she’s gay- well, I’m bi, but she’s gay- a lesbian. We only kissed once and it was real bad. We’re both single and not dating each other.”

“Good to know.” Poe says mildly, at risk of embarrassing Finn even more. Then:

“Can I buy you a drink?”

#poe dameron #poe dameron fanfic #finnpoe #finnpoe fanfic #stormpilot #stormpilot fanfiction #stormpilot imagine #stormpilot headcanons #stormpilot fanfic #stormpilot au #finnpoe au #finnpoe fanfiction #finnpoe imagine #finnpoe headcanons #finn #star wars #Star Wars Sequels #star wars au #star wars modern au

[dipplie]

Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:

Blinded:

Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.

Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.

Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.

Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.

Watching:

Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.

Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.

Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.

Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.

Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):

Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.

Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.

Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.

Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.

Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-

Sing for Me:

Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.

Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.

Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.

Horror Hosts:

Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.

Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.

Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.

Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.

Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.

Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.

Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.

Fingertips:

Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-

Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.

Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well

Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.

Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.

Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.

Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-

(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):

Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.

Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.

(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.

Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.

Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).

Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!

Story I want to revive:

So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).

Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:

Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.

Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.

The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.

The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion. 

Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.

Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.

and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...

#Super Long #Characters #OC's #ALL my characters so far

[gottlem]

you’re my jewel (crygi)

a/n : here it is! the fluffy crygi songfic based off of jewel by adam melchor, (specifically this version). i fell in love with this song and i hope all of you do to, but without further ado, here’s the fic!

summary: crystal and gigi are very much in love with each other, they just can’t seem to find it in themselves to admit it. (5.2k)

I’m no good at swimming

I’ve got no use for diving 

Even in a scuba suit

I’d still feel like i’m dying

The beach is hot; the sun beats heavily down onto the sand, burning the soles of the feet that walk upon it. That’s why Crystal and Gig take shelter in the cool water. It’s the perfect temperature - cold enough to cool them down, but just warm enough to stop them from freezing. Their belongings had been long forgotten, hidden underneath the shade of an umbrella and waiting for them to come back out the water. But they’re having too much fun to return to them anytime soon.

Coming to the beach, they had planned to take a dip in the sea, bringing extra towels and wearing their bathing suits underneath their beachwear. They held each other's hands as they ran into the cold water, giggling as it splashed onto them and rose further up their bodies until they were treading water. Luckily for them, the water is calm, small waves only coming across once in a while, but every single time one does, they grab onto each other for safety. They didn’t really have much of a reason to. They just like the contact.

Crystal takes the time to admire Gigi. She isn’t wearing much makeup - not wanting it to be ruined by the water but also not wanting to wear none at all (despite the fact that Crystal insisted she was beautiful either way, Gigi agreed). Her teal blue bikini is bright against her pale skin, and her blonde hair sticks to her back. Crystal thinks it’s stunning - she’s stunning. Breath-taking, actually.

It’s not a secret to either of them that they are both gay, but they had been friends before coming out to each other, and had been friends when Gigi had her first girlfriend, and her first breakup. Crystal still hasn’t gotten to that part in her life yet, she knows exactly why. She feels like her pining for the girl was useless, but she tries not to let it get in the way of anything they have. Even if they never became more than friends, they both know they are soulmates. They are just meant to be together. Crystal just hopes it could be in the way she wants.

She doesn’t realise how deep in thought she is until Gigi swims up to her and asks her what is wrong. She’s holding onto one of her arms under the water, and her face is so, so close. But not close enough. She shakes her head, smiles, and moves her free arm to splash some water at Gigi. Soon enough, the question is completely forgotten about, Gigi too busy trying to get Crystal back to keep poking at it. They’re back to having fun.

When their legs eventually become too tired, and they realise they’d probably consumed much more saltwater than what is safe, they run back to their umbrella and dry themselves off. It’s too hot to stay wrapped up in towels, so they sunbathe in bikinis, the salt from the water drying their skin, causing it to burn in the heat.

When Crystal turns her head to admire her friend once more, she notices how her nose has turned red with sunburn, and her freckles are becoming more and more pronounced. She wants to reach out and touch them, kiss them. Instead, she smiles, turns her head back and closes her eyes, unbeknownst to Gigi turning round a second later, and doing the exact same to her.

I don’t need to look for buried treasure on an island,

I have you.

Cause you’re my jewel.

As the sun becomes only slightly cooler, and the girls retreat back underneath the shade of the umbrella, Crystal stands up and starts to walk around the edges of the beach. Gigi lazily watches from afar, admiring her child-like curiosity at the rock pools, and the little animals she finds. She finds it cute. She always finds Crystal cute.

It’s still boiling hot out, and if Gigi wasn’t in a bikini on the beach, she would have found the heat uncomfortable, but with sand in between her toes and a thick layer of sunscreen (that had been applied by Crystal far too late to save her from burns), she is happily content. Blissful and calm as she watches Crystal pet dogs passing by and constantly stepping into the sea to cool off. 

Gigi joins her every now and again, but secretly she prefers to admire from a distance. That way, she doesn’t have to worry about being at a loss for words, having to bite her tongue to stop herself from flirting - not like that had ever worked before. They have always been close friends, so much so people have automatically assumed they were together. Even strangers could see it, how infatuated they are with each other. They’re never found too far from one another, often coming as a package deal. If you invite Gigi somewhere, Crystal would undoubtedly tag along, and vice versa. They like it that way.

It wasn’t often that they would flirt, at first at least. When they first came out to each other, it was as if they were scared of any physical contact, but years later they would find it difficult to keep off the other. They both individually convince themselves they are too far into the ‘friend-zone’ to ever get out. Cuddles at sleepovers quickly turn into hand holding, which turns into almost constant contact. The flirty banter started as a joke, but each girl means every word they say. The other is just oblivious.

Gigi’s gaze shifts back onto the curly-haired girl, who is jogging towards her, bright smile on her face. She lands on the sand with a soft ‘oof’ and places a small rock in front of Gigi. Or maybe it was a big pebble? She doesn't quite know. “You ran here to show me a rock?” Crystal just smiles even bigger. “Isn’t it pretty? It matches your eyes! Keep it! Use it as decor or something”

Gigi chuckles softly at the girl, and agrees to keep it safe in her room, a blush rising in both their cheeks. Gigi thinks Crystal is prettier than any rock anyone could find. They leave the beach shortly after, deciding they’d visit again sometime soon. Gigi places the rock pebble on a desk in her room, it reminds her of saltwater and bright smiles every time she looks at it.

So call the search off,

Didn’t think I’d find ya.

Look for every message in a bottle 

in caught lightning.

Movie nights are a common occurrence for the pair. They lie in Crystal’s bed, eyes fixated on the screen and bodies tangled up under a million blankets. It’s dark outside and the moon watches them bundled up next to each other. He wonders how many more times he would watch this same scene before they actually get together. It wouldn’t be much longer by now, surely.

Fairy lights emit a soft yellow glow onto the girls, Crystal is in love with the way they light up Gigi’s features, making her seem ethereal. Her lips curl up at the sides, a permanent smile taking residence on her face as Crystal pretends to be interested in the movie unfolding in front of them. She drinks her hot chocolate and offers a sip to Gigi, who takes the comically large mug with a smile. Crystal watches as she takes a drink and closes her eyes. She likes to look at Gigi, she likes to study her features and find new details to fall in love with. It’s too easy to fall in love with her.

For hours, they stay mostly still, wrapped up in eachother and only moving to share the hot chocolate they had made before starting the film - they both like it to be made the same way, so they had started to make one huge mug of it and share. It was nice. Crystal feels like it might be the closest thing she could get to kissing her, and she would take anything at this point. 

Despite her unavoidable feelings for Gigi, Crystal reminds herself every day how lucky she is to have her friend in her life. Their time together is the perfect example of ‘right person, right time’. While becoming more than friends sounds more than ideal to Crystal, she’s happy to bite her tongue and reside in the friendzone, especially if it means she has Gigi around to cuddle, and look at, and talk to. She cuddles in closer, closing her eyes and abandoning the movie all together. Gigi leans into it.

I never have to go to far

Without feeling the light 

that comes from you.

Cause you’re my jewel.

Gigi loves the movie nights she shares with Crystal. To her they’re just an excuse to get close to the girl, wrapped in blankets with a mug of steaming hot chocolate between them. She stares at the screen, playing whatever movie they found on netflix, pretending it doesn't take everything she had not to look at Crystal. She knew that if she does, if she gave in, she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off of her.

It’s no secret that Gigi thinks Crystal is breathtaking. Her unconventional fashion sense makes her so much more endearing to Gigi. She is fascinated by the way she makes things look so beautiful, even if on a hanger they seem to look awful. But it isn't just her fashion that she’s attracted to. It’s the way her eyes light up when she’s with her. The curve of her jawline and her soft face. The way her hip juts out when she shifts the weight on her feet. Her smile. Her laugh.

Gigi feels like the luckiest girl in the world when she’s with Crystal. Sure, they aren't together, but she is content to just be with her, laugh with her, watch movies with her. She can trust her, which isn't something she would say about many. There are walls she has built up so high, and Crystal is the only one to have come through and broken them down.

Everyone knows that Crystal is the emotional one. She’s always the first to cry, the first to laugh, the first to storm out in anger. Gigi is good at hiding all that, often waiting until she’s in the confines, the safety, of her own room to let it out. She doesn’t need anyone to see her like that. Until, one day, Crystal had come over completely unannounced. Her room was dark - blinds drawn and lights off. Gigi sat, hugging her knees, in bed, earphones blasting out music and making her unaware that Crystal was even there. Somehow, Crystal had just known that something was wrong, to this day Gigi didn’t know what gave it away. Crystal wordlessly walked up to her friend and sat with her, putting a strong arm around her shoulders and pulling her in. Gigi had rested her head on the girl's shoulder and the pair sat there in silence until Gigi was okay again.

She smiles at the memory, despite it being quite a difficult one. Ever since then, Crystal has been the only one that Gigi lets see her cry, or in any sort of distress. It’s nice to have someone see that side of her - the side that isn't invincible. The side with insecurities and anxieties. Crystal never judges her, and always seems to be able to tell when she wants to talk about it and when she just wants a hug. It’s normally the latter.

At this thought, she feels Crystal tighten her grip around her waist and Gigi does the same. She watches her close her eyes and she smiles to herself as she watches the girl drift slowly into sleep. It doesn’t take her long to catch up.

Diamonds are forever,

But I’ve got something better.

Yes I do....

Gigi has never asked for anything for her birthday. She has  always been more than happy to spend the day with a friend or two and just enjoy herself - to her, that's a present in itself. However, she doesn't complain when Crystal shows up at her door with a small box, a birthday card and a massive grin. She feels herself smile at her friend's presence. She holds out the box, no bigger than her palm, and tells Gigi to “Open it! Quick!” so she does.

It’s a ring. Small, and beautiful. She picks it up, slowly, delicately, to admire it. “Happy birthday babe!” Crystal beams, and Gigi wraps her in a bone-crushing hug. When they step back, Gigi takes another look at the ring, when she notices… a diamond.

“Crys, please tell me this is fake and you did not spend that much money on me oh my god” Crystal laughs, full.

“I love you but that is NOT real. I don’t have that kind of money to spend even if I wanted to. Though I wouldn’t mind if it was for you. It’s still pretty though, right? Do you like it?” It’s definitely not something Crystal would wear. She prefers jewelry that’s really in-your-face. But she knows what Gigi likes - a small ring would make her happy. One that was petite and pretty. Dainty, if you will.

“I love it” And Gigi does love it. She loves it so much that she never takes it off.

And all the precious metals

Are just roses without petals

Next to you…

Valentines day. Every single person's nightmare - unless you are Crystal or Gigi. For a few years now, they have vowed to be each other's valentine if they both happen to be single (and also that one year Gigi had a girlfriend, but kept Crystal as her ‘secret valentine’ anyway). Each year, it gives them both a little bit of hope. Hope that maybe they aren’t imagining the touches that last a little too long to be friendly, or the sometimes oddly serious tone of their ‘joke’ flirting.

Gigi shows up at Crystal’s door with a bouquet of flowers, and a promise to stay over for the night. It isn’t every year that one of them would buy a gift, so when they did, it’s always gratefully accepted. And Crystal loves the flowers. As soon as she lays eyes on them, Gigi watches her face light up as she takes them from her to place them on a coffee table and thanks her with a tight hug. 

Crystal pots the flowers and takes them to her room, placing them on her windowsill and deciding in that moment that she will keep them alive for as long as possible. The girls celebrate valentine's day in each other’s arms, watching movies and eating snacks until they drift into sleep as Crystal’s new flowers watch over them.

Cause you’re my jewel

You’re my jewel.

There’s a certain aching that both girls feel when they wake the morning after and the spell of valentine’s day is lifted. They remind themselves that friends are all they’ll ever be. It’s starting to hurt. 

As someone who feels every emotion with so much power, Crystal sometimes doesn’t know what to do about Gigi. Part of her wants to walk up to her and kiss her. Just to see if she feels the same. Another part of her wants to push her away, to try and stop the feeling altogether. However, not one part of her wants to continue the way things were. She doesn’t know how much longer she can keep up the facade of having strictly platonic feelings.

Sometimes she convinces herself that Gigi feels the same. This is what really does it for her, allowing herself to live in a fantasy world where they are together. Blissfully and mutually in love - this has been true for a while, it’s just neither girl is aware. Everyone around them can see it. Crystal finds herself reaching out to Jan often, to send streams of consciousness about herself and Gigi. Jan usually just tells her that if it’s meant to be, then it will be. It’s easy for her to say.

Gigi is usually such a pro at hiding her deepest, strongest feelings. But Crystal brings something out of her that she just doesn’t know what to do with. She always has. She wants so badly to push her feelings for the girl far, far away. They are just friends. Nothing more. Never more.

She daydreams about what could be if Crystal did feel the same. Sometimes she thinks about telling her, about how much better she would feel if she could just stop hiding. But telling Crystal about her feelings for her is a scarier thought than when she was thinking about coming out to her. It’s just so personal. Not that Gigi has ever had a problem with being personal with her, she is pretty much the only person she feels that comfortable around, which somehow makes the whole situation that much worse.

Her rants fall, seemingly, onto ears that just aren’t listening. She figures Jan has had enough of her constant complaining, but she just doesn’t know who else to talk to. She wonders if Crystal ever talks about her to her other friends. She wonders what she would be saying. 

There’s a rooster

In the yard behind us,

Crowing at all hours of the day.

He must be blind but

One morning, they set an alarm so early they beat the sun. In the dark morning, the pair untangle themselves from each other and slowly leave their shared bed to make some coffee and set out on a mission they had planned before falling asleep the night before. The front door closes quietly behind them as they make their way to the hill that sits a five minute walk from Gigi’s home.

Clutching their still-hot coffees, they sit atop the hill (that was surprisingly easy to walk up, even in the morning) and cuddle close. For warmth. Obviously. The only sounds that surround them is the soft music from Gigi’s phone speaker and the birds around them. They sit in silence as they watch the sun rise, hands intertwined.

As the world gets covered in golden light, more and more wildlife wakes up and fills their eardrums with chirps and calls.

“God the birds are so loud” Gigi whispers, scared to break the tranquility of the moment. Crystal sighs, content.

“Yeah, but they sound pretty”

“Not as pretty as you though”

Crystal is too tired to formulate some witty response, so she lightly chuckles and rests her head deeper into the crook of Gigi’s neck so she doesn't see her smile.

He only has to get it right

Just once,

Like i got it right with you

Cause you’re my jewel.

The sun rises just enough to start warming them from the chill of the morning when Gigi straightens herself up and looks directly at Crystal. She can’t quite read her face, something that would always worry her. She was used to being able to read her like a book. So instead, Crystal watches as her friend stares her down, jaw clenching and unclenching, as if she’s willing it to just open.

“What is it?” Crystal asks, breathy and quiet, as she tucks some hair behind Gigi’s ear and follows the long strands past her shoulders. They lock eyes for a moment, Gigi smiles.

“I’m just happy to have you. Here. I don’t know why I’m getting all sentimental but shit, Crystal, I’m so lucky to have you in my life. It’s not often you find someone who you just click with, and can trust and just have a good time with. A lot of people don’t have that. I feel like we just… fit” She has to bite her tongue before she rambles more and admits more than she should. Crystal has glassy eyes.

“You can’t say things like that Geege, you’re gonna make me cry” She laughs at the way a tear rolls down her cheeks, and Gigi wipes it with her thumb. She thinks it’s just so utterly Crystal, and then a pair of arms are wrapped around her neck, pulling her in closer.

Crystal lets go, but keeps her head resting on her friends shoulders, as she idly plays with the blonde’s long hair. She combs it with her fingers; it’s soft and it smells like vanilla. Gigi feels the soft tugs at her scalp, and closes her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the feeling. It’s calm, comforting. Her hand fiddles with her ring and she wants to open her mouth again to speak, to say more, but she doesn’t. She wonders if she ever will.

Diamonds are forever,

But i’ve got something better

Yes I do…

Crystal wakes up on her birthday filled with excitement. It takes her no longer than twenty minutes to get ready for the day (normally it would take that long just to get out of bed) and she waits impatiently for Gigi to arrive at her door. It doesn’t take very long for her to hear three knocks on her door. She runs to open it and is quickly enveloped in Gigi’s arms.

She lets her inside, and they sit close, facing each other, on the couch. Gigi beams as she pulls out a box from behind her, “Happy birthday Crys, I hope you like it” she has a tone to her voice that Crystal can’t quite read, but she doesn’t pay that much mind. Instead, she opens the box to reveal a necklace. It's big and bulky - when Gigi first walked past it she hated it, until she thought that it was something Crystal would wear and absolutely be able to pull off. 

“After you got me that ring, I thought this could like, match? Plus’ I thought of you as soon as I saw it.” The necklace has a large fake diamond on, not too different than the smaller one currently being worn on Gigi’s finger.

Crystal just stares at it, a toothy grin on her face.  She wraps Gigi in their second crushing hug of the day. It wouldn’t be their last either. She puts it on as soon as they let go, and tells her friend that she loves it.

All the precious metals

Are just roses without petals

Next to you…

Cause you’re my jewel

Autumn is Gigi Goode’s favourite season. The sun stays out, but the breeze begins to cool and the leaves begin to change colour into yellow, oranges, and browns. It’s a great time for fashion - cool enough to layer, but warm enough to avoid those big, bulky coats. Gigi decides it’s also a perfect season to have a picnic, so on a random weekend, she shoots the girl a text;

geege: hey !! if ur free today come over! i have a surprise :))

Crystal doesn’t reply, instead she shows up at Gigi’s doors not even twenty minutes later. She wears the necklace Gigi had given her and a bright smile. Gigi wishes she could just kiss her, just a peck to say hello. But she knows that would never happen, not really.

They drive to the park - it doesn’t take them long, but the journey is filled with songs and laughter. Crystal finds herself wishing it would never end, that she could just stay like this with Gigi forever, heads thrown back in laughter, cheeks tight from laughing, feeling light.

When Gigi pulls a picnic basket and a blanket out the back of the car, Crystal squeals in excitement.

“Geege! You didn’t say we were having a picnic! That’s so cute I love it!”

Gigi sets down the blanket on the soft grass and lays down on it with a soft huff, patting next to her for Crystal to join. She does, lies right next to her and intertwines their fingers. They lie like that for a while, in a comfortable silence. It wasn’t uncommon for them to just exist with each other, they didn’t have to say anything or do anything. Just being near each other had always been enough to make them happy.

Soon enough they sit themselves up, cross-legged on the soft blanket, and start picking at the snacks Gigi had brought with her. It wasn’t much, but she didn’t bring Crystal out here to eat, she did it so they could just have some time together, somewhere they haven’t been in a while.

At some point, Crystal wonders off, just like she had at the beach months ago, to pick at flowers. And just like she had at the beach, Gigi watches her, admires her as she inspects each plant, picking the ones she likes the looks of most. She runs back after a few minutes, one hand filled with roses. She sets them down as she sits next to Gigi, and tells them they’re for her. Gigi just smiles.

“I’ll keep them forever,” She has a wave of deja vu, thinking back to that day at the beach, “I still have that pebble you gave me in Summer you know��

Crystal takes Gigi’s hand in response and squeezes.

“Good.”

Emeralds and rubies,

They all mean nothing to me.

The only pearls that drew me

Were your eyes.

Exams are coming up soon, and so Crystal and Gigi somehow find themselves spending even more time with each other than usual. They sit in Crystal’s room, heads deep in textbooks, random stationary littered around the room. They don’t speak, other than asking for a hand with the work every now and again.

When they finally decide, a few hours later, that they can stop studying for the day, the sun has already set and Gigi decides its best to just stay over for the night. Crystal agrees, handing over some spare pyjamas and then going downstairs to make them a mug of hot chocolate while Gigi changes.

The sweats hang loosely on the smaller girls frame, and Crystal finds the sight both funny, endearing and disgustingly adorable. She feels her stomach flutter as she goes to change in the bathroom. When she returns, Gigi has already settled in bed and turned a movie on - something they’ve seen many times before. That means she wants to chat. Crystal joins her with a sigh.

“I feel like my brain is jelly after all that studying” 

Gigi laughs softly, and they fall into an easy conversation about the usual nothing, but also everything. Crystal likes how they always seem to find something to talk about, the conversation never lulls unless they absolutely want it to, and when they do it’s a comfortable silence, filled with cuddles and sips of hot chocolate. They talk until after the movie finishes, not that they were paying attention.

It’s late at night when Gigi notices a familiar set of flowers on Crystal’s windowsill, and she feels a blush rise to her cheeks.

“Hey! You kept the bouquet I gave you for Valentine’s day!”

“Of course I did, I even added some of the roses from the picnic, I kept some for myself so we could both have some” And there’s just something about how sweet Crystal is talking that makes Gigi’s mind go blank. Her voice is laced with honey and all Gigi wants to do is taste it.

“I kept mine too. And that pebble. Everytime I see them it always makes my day a little bit better you know, it’s like you’re right there, smiling at me” Gigi is whispering, she doesn’t quite know why but she feels like being too loud would break the intimacy of the moment. Their bodies are intertwined just like they always are, and yet, for some reason, it still feels so new. It makes Gigi’s breath get caught in her throat. Crystal’s face is merely inches away.

“That’s cute” Crystal sounds so sincere, so serious, that Gigi feels the weight of the words on her whole body. They lock eyes. Neither of them look away. Suddenly, Gigi can’t quite take it anymore.

“I really want to kiss you right now” Her voice is so quiet, that if Crystal’s nose wasn’t already almost touching hers, she wouldn’t be able to hear.

Then, barely audible over hearts beating so loudly, coupled with anxious staggered breaths, comes a reply.

“Then kiss me.”

And when they looked right through me

It shook me and it moved me

Something in my heart then crystalized...

Kissing Gigi felt like coming home. It felt like something Crystal had done a million times before, and it felt new. It felt right. It felt so right to have Gigi’s hand on her neck, and her nose pressed lightly into her face. 

Kissing Crystal was like heaven to Gigi. The kiss itself was certain. And suddenly, Gigi regretted not doing this sooner. She could have been kissing Crystal like this the whole time, and all she wants to do is go back in time so she can make a damn move sooner. But she can’t. She can’t, so she does what she can, which is put as much passion, as much love in this one kiss to try and make up for lost time.

They relax into it, lips moving against each other slowly, steadily. Crystal’s hands find their way through Gigi’s hair as Gigi’s tongue finds its way into  Crystal’s mouth. They stay like that for a while. Half because they’re too scared to face the conversation that will follow, and half because they’ve waited so long and it just feels too good to stop.

Crystalized...

Crystal wakes up first that morning, with Gigi’s arm around her waist, and her head on Gigi’s chest. She smiles at the memories of the night before. She smiles at the first kiss, and smiles at the confession that followed. She smiles at the tears that she shed, and smiles at the fact that Gigi had laughed when she started to cry, but ended up crying herself anyway. She smiles at the second kiss. And the third. And she’s already lost count at what kiss they’re on. But she doesn’t care, because when Gigi wakes up, she can have more. From her girlfriend. Girlfriend… It didn’t even feel like much had changed. Maybe it hadn’t, because maybe it didn’t need to.

Diamonds are forever,

But I’ve got something better,

Yes I do…

Years later, and the girls are still just as blissfully in love with each other as they were the night they started dating. And today, they celebrate another milestone.

The wedding isn’t very grand, with only close friends and family in attendance, but they have a fun little party afterwards, everyone dances and gets happy drunk. The couple are just happy to be there, really. Happy to still be with each other. But they are even happier that Gigi’s ring, which she had worn right up to their wedding day, is finally replaced with another ring, only with a real diamond in.

All the precious metals

Are just roses without petals

Next to you…

Not long after the marriage, Crystal and Gigi finally open up their own business together. It isn’t huge, nor is it that extravagant, but they are proud of it nonetheless, proud of each other. 

The small bell rings out through the shop to signify the door opening. Crystal and Gigi watch as the first customer walks into the shop. It’s Jan. And she’s looking for some flowers to get her new girlfriend.

You’re my jewel

You’re my jewel.

#gigi goode #crystal methyd #please tell me what u think !!!! #this is some tooth rotting fluff i am so sorry #literally no angst whatsoever #im so desperate for a relationship i write about other people being in love #lol i hope theres no typos its LATE but i wanted to post so #gigi x crystal #crygi #rpdr #rpdr12 #rpdr fanfiction