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innytoes · 1 month

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From the subconscious that brought you the Quiet AU, it's time for Inny's Brain Comes Up With Another 100k fic she's never going to write while she's dreaming.

Okay so it's the Post Apocalypse. The apocalypse happened a few years ago, there was a horrible plague that makes you bleed from your eyes and maybe some other things, a lot of humanity was wiped out, chaos, destruction, blabla.

We start with Our Heroes travelling on foot. Luke is telling them this area seems familiar, and Alex and Reggie realise they're near where Bobby's family had a cabin. They decide to veer off because Alex remembers where Bobby hid the emergency key. Not that they haven't done their fare share of breaking and entering, but it would be nice to, you know, not have to.

Also maybe they want to see if Bobby is there. Because even though they split with a lot of bad blood between them over some stolen songs, the apocalypse makes you miss old friends.

Julie and Willie are like: um excuse me that is not a cabin that is a Log Mansion. It's three fucking stories. (It also had the exact layout as my grandmother's old house, because this is my brain, which is funny because my grandmother's house was very much not a log cabin).

And then SHOCK AND GASP Bobby comes out. He has the Trevor Wilson Beard and Man Bun and is just... staring like he's seen three ghosts... and two random people he doesn't know, I guess.

There is a big sappy reunion and a big talk and apology and blabla of course they can stay. There's more cabins around the place and they've made themselves a little farming community. They trade with the other little the towns in the area, but they haven't heard much from the bigger city in the while.

"Um yeah, maybe... maybe don't go to the city," Luke says. Reggie is very pale. Willie mutters about how there was plenty of stuff that could still be looted (as long as you don't mind all the dead bodies is left unsaid).

They settle in at Bobby's house and become part of the community, finding jobs. Willie does indeed go with some of the more brave individuals to the city to search for supplies. The whole community has like one working truck because gas is hard to find these days.

Some traveling trader comes by and he's basically on a giant sled on wheels pulled by huskies and predictably Reggie loses his mind and gets to play with the doggies.

There comes a night when Reggie can't sleep, so he's the only one awake to hear the car. Two cars. A group of four with two cars is bound to mean trouble, so he wakes everyone up because there's a high chance there's raiders.

The people are breaking in and Reggie goes downstairs to greet/distract them, playing the clueless guy, welcoming them and being like 'oh hey are you lost do you need help? We're looking for a bartender if you need a job' and basically being in the way and these four people are just so confused because they broke into his house and he's so cheerful about it.

One of them was injured and Reggie more seriously offers the first aid kit and just when they were about to be like 'fuck it let's just murder him and raid the place', where comes Julie and Luke with the shot guns. Meanwhile Alex, Willie, and Bobby were checking out their cars and alerting the neighbours about trouble and OH SHIT ONE OF THEM IS BLEEDING FROM THE EYES HE'S INFECTED.

Cue fuzzy chaotic time jump because I woke up with a dry mouth lol.

For some reason Bobby disappeared from the dream after this so maybe poor Bobbers got shot in the show down with the raiders. Or got hit by the car of the other three fleeing, leaving behind their infected friend.

The gang stays in Bobby's house, though, and slowly, Juke and Willex drift together. When they were travelling, they usually all slept together, but now...

Reggie, who is still grieving Bobby, and maybe blaming himself because he wasn't good enough at distracting the raiders, sees the other two couples drift together and decides to stay out of their way. He can't sleep anyway, since he was the only one awake to catch the raiders in the first place.

So he starts sleeping less, and less, spending less time with his friends because he wanted them to have time together... Pining because he's secretly a little in love with all of them, but they clearly don't want him.

Until he was suuuper stoked because he found a puppy. It was so cute, and he wants to show his friends, and they're so freaked out because Reggie, there is no puppy...

Turns out Reggie was hallucinating from lack of sleep, and he's so confused because he's CLEARLY HOLDING A PUPPY WHAT DO YOU MEAN and then the whole thing kind of comes out and not only is Reggie heartbroken when the hallucination shatters and vanishes, but he also confesses how he's in love them with but they clearly chose their partners and not him.

And both Juke and Willex are like: we've missed you, doofus, we love you, we didn't want to make you chose between us, we were scared you were mad at us for both flirting with you.

And they all live as happily ever after as you can in the post-apocalypse.

#julie and the phantoms #okay I woke up after the puppy part but I wrote myself a happy ending #it was so surreal because the dream pov kept switching between BEING Reggie and holding the puppy and feeling it #and 'outside shots' of him clearly not holding anything in his hands #and it only shattered when Luke said 'are you sure it's not a beagle' and the puppy was suddenly a beagle #and then Reggie's brain caught up with him #I wrote a thing #or my brain wrote a dream I guess #AUs are awesome #what do I even name this one #the post apocalypse plague au #there was probably more but this is all I could remember after a full day of work and such #my brain: ah yes I see you're too tired to write do you want a giant new au? it has reggie and puppies #reggiexeveryone is the best pairing #willex #juliexluke

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my-castles-crumbling · 26 days

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Platonic Kissing (Jegulus's Version)

I got a request for a Jegulus version of this microfic so here you go!

She'd threatened to do it, but he hadn't believed her. He really should have known better than to underestimate Pandora Rosier. Because now, in the middle of a party, he was having a full-blown panic attack.

"Kiss Reggie," she'd dared James Potter, eyes wide and innocent.

And Regulus wanted to kill her.

Because now, Sirius was gagging and Barty and Evan were cat-calling, and James was shrugging like it was no-big-fucking-deal, and Regulus was seeing his entire life flash behind his eyes.

"They're friends! Friends kiss on dares!" Pandora threw at the still-gagging Sirius, rolling her eyes and winking at Regulus, but Regulus was far too distracted to care about his brother's antics.

Because how was he supposed to pretend he hated Potter while he was kissing him?

And Potter was so infuriatingly cool about it. He moved in front of Regulus slowly, like he did this every day, meanwhile Regulus felt like he was going to burst.

You can do this, he thought, trying to calm himself. Friends can kiss. This will be...friend-kissing. Nothing more.

So when James leaned forward and Regulus's breath caught in his throat, he tried desperately to stay collected. To not react at all when their lips touched. Even though the slight pressure of those soft, smooth, kissable lips on his was sending sparks through his brain and down his spine. Even though he wanted to groan with the contact.

He refused to move. Friends didn't react when they kissed, after all. They...just kissed and were done. Right?

So why was James still there? Why was he pulling Regulus closer? Why was he- he was- oh, fuck.

He was sure it was James who opened his mouth first, and yet he followed suit almost instantly, allowing their tongues to swirl together.

He wants to put on a show, Regulus thought to himself. Friends...friends can joke like this.

Meanwhile, his entire chest hurt with the effort of not snaking his arms around James's neck. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides and he was very proud of himself for staying so composed, if he did say so himself.

But then James's fingers tugged just slightly at Regulus's hair, fingers laced in dark locks, and his resolve cracked so quickly and completely it was like a bomb went off.

His arms found themselves around James's neck, pulling him closer, closer, closer, lips moving into hot, open-mouthed kisses that were distinctly not friendly and not appropriate for an audience. And James was half in his lap at this point, his other hand coming to rest at Regulus's waist, squeezing in a way that made his stomach flip-flip.

It was Sirius's throat-clearing that made them jump apart, of course. And Regulus's resolve reappeared quickly, his head reeling. Did James often kiss people like that? Did he kiss his friends like that? Did- oh, Merlin- did he kiss Sirius like that?

But as he looked up at James, who was pink-cheeked and grinning, he thought that maybe James didn't kiss his friends like that.

"S'my turn," James murmured, making Regulus raise his eyebrows in confusion. "Reg...I dare you to go on a date with me."

He rolled his eyes and shoved James playfully, but he couldn't hide his smile, no matter how hard he tried.

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allyeardepression · 12 days

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@jegulus-microfic | april 18 sock | words: 585

tw: slight nfsw, walking in on someone, swearing

“Stop leaving your socks all over the place!” Sirius heard from the first floor.

“Stop being a dick; they’re on my side of the room!”

“Oh, trust me, I can be worse!” And then there was a loud thud, probably Regulus throwing something at James to prove that he could indeed be worse.

Sirius sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. It had been like that since the beginning of the holidays, because everyone forgot to rent a place with six rooms instead of five, so that James and Regulus could sleep separately. When the two of them found out, they reacted in two different ways: James didn’t mind (It’s not like we’ll be spending a lot of time here); Regulus, on the other hand, threw a tantrum like a five-year-old (I can’t share a bed with this asshole for the next six weeks). Unfortunately, there was no other way, since neither of them would sacrifice a comfortable bed to sleep on a couch in the living room. So for the past two weeks, all ten of them were doomed to listen to the senseless arguments the two others provided.

They were all getting tired of it—they came to Italy to rest, not to feel like children while their parents were getting divorced.

“I swear to god, if they don’t stop until tomorrow, at least one of them won’t come back to London,” Barty grumbled, handing a cup of orange juice to each one of his boyfriends. The girls hummed in agreement.

They sat at the big table in the kitchen, having breakfast. Dorcas and Marlene listed all the places they could go to today, while Lily and Pandora were serving more pancakes and scrambled eggs.

“I think the gallery and chapel sound the best,” commented Mary, throwing a grape at Peter, which he caught with his teeth.

After that, they sat in a comfortable silence, chewing on their respective meals.

The silence was almost… too comfortable.

“Do you think they killed each other?” Sirius asked, breaking the moment of peace.

“Who cares? At least they’re quiet,” Evan replied, shoving another forkful of eggs into his mouth.

Sirius turned to Remus, starting a silent conversation. After a few seconds, his boyfriend nodded and stood up, with Sirius following suit. They went upstairs, stopping in front of blue door. From behind them came quiet gasps and muffled words neither of them could understand.

The black-haired man knocked at the door gently. “Reggie? Prongs? Are you guys okay?” When, after nearly a minute, there was still no answer, he decided to enter the room.

“Guys, are you—what the fuck?” He was expecting everything: blood all over the place, black eyes, broken bones, shattered windows—everything except James holding one hand on Regulus’ throat, the other on his dick, his own probably inside Sirius' little brother.

All four of them froze, staring at each other with wide eyes, until the youngest finally grabbed the blanket laid in front of him, covering himself and James.

“Why the fuck would you come in without being allowed?” Regulus hissed.

“We thought you were dead,” Sirius answered, unnaturally calm. “I just wanted to check if you were alright.”

“Well, you know now, so get out,” the younger Black replied, making a dismissive gesture with his free hand. Sirius didn’t need much convincing to do so.

When Remus closed the door behind them, the shorter man turned to him.

“You know Moony,” he said, staring blankly. “I think I need to bleach my brain.”

#jegulus #dead gay wizards #starchaser #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #the marauders #marauders #modern au #wolfstar #dorlene #marypandalily #partyvan #forced proximity #holiday #by: allyeardepression #500 words or more

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rxsilabeth--er · 2 months

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OKAY LETS GOOO

could i get a regulus black and male reader, modern au or just a muggle au? (up to you tbh) where the reader is ghostface and regulus finds out. i would like to ask of it being suggestive or to where you limit your nsfw requests, but if you're not up for it you could change it up to however you feel fit! (..i may send more regulus requests because i'm severely deprived-)

:: Oh please be with me tonight, Mr.Ghostface!!

Now calling......author: "Hello? Yes, this was a bit hard to write, I will admit cause I'm not sure about Ghostface....But I love my Reggie and he deserves love..."

Now calling......synopsis: "...Through the night, Regulus finds himself running through the forest followed keenly by a certain someone he knows...and when he's caught...may god help him..."

Now calling......warnings: "Stalking, blood, murder, running through forest, Male!Reader, sexual content (not smut), ghostface, Reg has a mask kink? Don't know, degradation...Anyways, tell me if there is something I didn't add...Modern!AU. Trans!Regulus.. This is so shitty.."

Paying for it, she quickly pulled a newspaper, reading the top news, "...Wow, second murder in the city..No wonder they're sending us home early..." Dorcas said reading the newest case, sighing as she walked beside Regulus who nodded with her. Barty, Evan & Pandora's houses were on the opposite side, thank god Dorcas's house came in the same direction as his..It was getting dark..

As he and Dorcas parted ways and he reached home, he removed his shoes and began taking off his tie as he sat on his bed, sighing. Changing into his home clothes, he looked at his phone, a message from Barty:

"Hey Reggie, do you mind coming home to tutor me for a while? Dad approved of you, ma is out of town?? :>"

Regulus contemplated a while since it was nearly dark outside and the city wasn't really the safest after dark and Barty lived on the near outskirts of the city, which is more often than not goes through a bit of a forestry area...But he couldn't really refuse if Barty needed help. Sighing he figured he'll bring some shit to protect himself, he isn't an idiot..

Sighing, he texted Sirius,

"i'm going out, don't make dinner." and texted Barty as well,

"Alright. I'm staying over though cause it's fucking dangerous outside."

Before he simply walked out of his house, putting on some sport shoes, a taser in his pocket, softly fiddling with his keys softly. Walking, it started out normal, the sunset was actually rather pretty with it's splashes of pink, orange and blue, it made him feel happy, but he hurried his steps through the sidewalk. Greeting the florist lady, from whom he regularly took flowers for his friend group, with a sweet smile and a nod...

Walking with his hands in his pockets, he held the taser tightly as it began to get darker with the orange and pink turning into a dark blue and black..the further he walked, the more deserted it got, until Regulus was walking with his keys in one hand and the taser in there, alert at even the most minor sound.

The looming sound of the night is never something that doesn't scare a person. It's not the darkness that scars the person, it's what insides that scares you, but Regulus won't be one to say he's brave enough, cause he's truly not... Walking softly on the highway, pulling up the hood of his hoodie, as he walked. The bridge wasn't too far away, just crossing that and a bit more walking before reaching Barty's house.

a strange aura filled the highway, something looming over, his gut telling him to turn over and run, yet his brain tried to stay rational and stay calm, he had his taser and it would be easier to reach Barty's home than turn over...God, why was Barty's house to far away? It's not his fault though...

Walking as he walked down the road to the bridge, it was totally pitch black in the sky, the weird feeling not going away and only getting stronger, his breath becoming heavier for no absolute reason, the bridge and the area reeking of danger and desperation...

Softly walking, his steps fast yet he was making sure his steps didn't make much noise, no idea why, his gut told him to do so..walking closer to the road under the bridge, he heard pants, and the sounds of deep breaths and metal rubbing against stone along with the smell of wet metal...Getting closer and closer, he had no idea why his body refused to obey him now, he was gonna get killed! He leaned over softly and his stomach twisted into knots..

shit...

Blood everywhere with a body laying there, a black figure over it with a ghost face mask holding a hammer dripping with blood..Shitshitshit..Talking a few steps back, Regulus tried to make sure he wasn't breathing as if his single breath could get him killed tonight...

Just as he turned, his hand slipped as his taser fell with a cling on the floor

..fuck.

Regulus didn't even realize how he legs carried him down the road down to the edge of the forest, running as fast as his body and legs would allow him, but the sight of the figure following him was enough to tear him up from the inside as he ran through the forest, not knowing where he was headed...sounds of the dried leaves crunching underneath his feet as he ran with a towering figure's shadow covering him as he ran with the person behind him..

How long had he been running for? It did not matter as his legs started to cramp up, but he couldn't possibly stop now..No...He continued to use his hurting, tired legs to run until finally his heart twisted...Dead end.

Looking for anything as he reached the wall of another high-way bridge, he had no where to run as his vision was covered with shadow of black and red as the figure stepped closer and closer, a laugh spilling from the person's mouth... Regulus had no where of going...

The figure walked closer, inches apart, they banged the hammer beside Regulus's head, a hand snaking to wrap around his throat, pressing down softly, making Regulus's breath hitch as he lost his breath,

"Oh, sweetheart, sorry you had to see that.." a voice said, deep and clear, said clicking his tongue, making Regulus look down. the hand wrapped tightly around his throat, pressing down more making Regulus look up as both his hands wrapped around the person's wrist, blood has started to stain down his throat and cheeks from the blood of the person's earlier victim...

shit..

There was something messed up about himself.. Regulus felt, his cheeks warming up as the man wrapped his hand around Regulus's throat...

"Now why don't you try to forget what happened back there? Hm...?" the man asked, leaning close making Regulus's breath hitch, was it excitement, nervousness, fear, arousal, or something in between?! He could not tell!

Why was this happening?!

The man applied more pressure on Regulus's throat, his knees becoming weak and were about to buckle beneath him and give out, arousal had begun pooling in his stomach or was it his clit...? He couldn't tell, why was this turning him on!? This shouldn't turn him on! The man dropped the hammer, the pressure on the throat not allowing him to breath softly loosened as the man's voice came out in a mocking laugh,

"Regulus?...Regulus Black?! From school?" the man said with a mocking laugh making Regulus whip up, as he tried to struggle out, which only resulted in him being pushed against the wall more with the man's body pressing against his, their knee in between his thighs, brushing softly...fuck

The man angrily wrestled him to the ground, trapping his arms in their own muscular arm, before the man tied them behind his back with their belt, now completely forcing him down as the man clicked his tongue,

"You're fucking lucky I know you so well...You won't be recognizable and they wouldn't even find half your body...You're truly lucky, sweetheart." the man said again wrapping his hand around his throat, turning him on his back,

"Now, struggle again and you won't move a muscle again." the man said threatening, tightening his grip around his throat...Regulus could not understand who this man was, he understood they went to school together, but who was it..?

Regulus's mind wasn't working, all he knew was this guy was pinning him on the ground, his arms were tied behind his back, this guy was probably gonna kill him, this man had a hand wrapped around his throat, this guy had his knee in between his thighs pressing against his clit and Regulus was getting wet...

This was messed up...fuck...Not only that, Regulus could tell this guy knew what he was feeling on his thigh which was pressing against his cunt.

Embarrassment pooled in his stomach, clouding his mind as he squeezed his eyes shut... As if reading Regulus's mind the man laughed softly, the hand wrapped around his throat loosened as it snaked up to his jaw and his cheek, cupping his face roughly.

"Open your eyes." the man ordered, refusing to obey this or open his eyes due to the major embarrassment Regulus felt, the man squeezed his cheeks more roughly,

"I said open your eyes or your pretty skin will be stained with blood not that idiots but your own now." The man whispered calmly but the words were alarming, making Regulus open his eyes softly to stare at the Ghost face mask above him, the man sighed softly,

"Aren't you fucked up? Is this how you feel when someone holds your life above your head, you whore yourself out, Regulus?" The man said chuckling, his other hand rubbing up and down his side,

"Aren't you from a esteemed family, from a rich and respectable family? And you're here being a cheap whore to someone who might just take your life in a matter of seconds?" the man asked with a mocking laugh, his hand going back from his cheek to his throat,

"I can feel your cunt on my thigh, you're getting wet, aren't you?..Tch" the man simply clicked his tongue, "Keep this in your mind, Black. If my name gets out about being a murderer, your body won't ever be found if it's the last thing I do." he whispered before taking off his mask to reveal..You.

YOU?! You, the great, respectable, sweetheart, chaotic person he liked from high-school but never had the courage to talk to?! You, you kill people?...That's so fucked up...yet why was it turning him on more when you glared down at him...

He felt himself throbbing now..this was not good...

"oh, getting excited, are we? Tch...stupid slut." you said clicking your tongue as you leaned down, cupping his cheek while the other hand rubbed his side softly, as your hand cupped his cheek roughly, softly painting his cheek with red..

Oh how good it looked against his pale skin, you just wanted to bruise him and see how pretty he'd look... You sighed, pulling him up to peck his lips softly,

"..Fuck, pretty boy...guess you're gonna be a bit late to where you headed this late..Huh?"

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soshadysoquiet · 11 days

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Five sucks at Math - A Headcanon

This is a personal fav of mine, not necessarily one I think is real in the show, but that I find endlessly funny for an AU and will now provide evidence for.

Sometimes it seems Reggie didn't give Five the same 'break em down' treatment as obviously as he did the others, but boy do we know Five was a frustrated child, so:

Reggie forced this lil toddler to believe his powers were equation-based, meanwhile Five had just Wanted to be in the pantry, what do you mean he needs to do numbers?

As soon as Reggie knows Five is bad at maths, he doubles down - this is why the boy has limitations on his powers that the others don't, Reggie needs to form him into the Correct way of using them.

Five is, of course, useless at maths to the point of near numerical illiteracy initially, not that he Can't learn how to do them with endless repetition and practice, but it does not come naturally, requires a lot of mental energy, and leaves Five extra exhausted and frustrated that he needs to do all this work and One just punches stuff and Two is allowed to work it out from just throwing things not calculate angles (Reggie tried, but we all know he had Zero time for Diego)

That won't stop him from being conceited and prideful: after all the others aren't even doing this kind of math and also it's a defence mechanism.

"Evidence" in the show:

Five can only do so many jumps, and they're very costly to him. The mental strain from calculating even remembered equations on the fly or accidentally slipping and jumping without thinking keeps him tied down.

His jumping is fairly predictable - Lila figures him out in no time, possibly because it was quicker and more strategic for Five to memorise a few set equations than come up with any math on the fly.

He does jump quickly - at what point do we ever see him pause to work out how to avoid being caught in a wall? He automatically jumps away from threat or being thrown (thank you Luther). That speaks to me that it's at least in part instinctual, he defo wasn't doing equations as a bub either.

The most brilliant use of powers Does come at a moment: When he jumps forward at 13, he looks to have no plan for a set destination and just channels his pent up anger and goes. When he rewinds time, he doesn't have time to write on the walls or a book (how we've seen him calculate complex mathematics before) he just needs it and he does it.

Five does not manage to come back from the Apocalypse via maths - now don't get me wrong, It's more complicated than anything I could comprehend and that's very validly the show's reason why. But in the books he Does make it - this Five is bad at math, and he spent horrible years in the apocalypse trying to calculate something he couldn't whilst he was starving and not understanding it.

Why was he forcing himself to find a way out by math if his powers were instinctual? Five says it himself "I told you" he hears in his head every day out there - being frivolous got him stuck, now he needs to follow the rules to get out.

When Five does work it out, he gets it wrong - makes a typo, after having that moment of inspiration. (Again, very valid for Big Complicated Math but stay on this journey with me)

We see him rewind time once, did he stop after this because his abusive childhood training taught him 'shit now I need to work out the numbers before I can do that again don't fuck it up'

Five doing math looks absolutely chaotic (again, many, many reasons for this obvs but lets look at this one) his probability walls produce names out of thin air - where'd you get the names from Five? The phone book? Did the numbers spell that out for you after you'd stared at them long enough? Did you pick some arbitrary people living in the city and work backwards? Complex math yes, but also a brain not wired to do them struggling so desperately to make the numbers make sense. They're meant to make sense. They have to make sense. I wouldn't be in this mess if I had made them make sense the first time-

Five has some little tricks with his powers - swapping a gun with a stapler. That we see him use all of once despite how much of a power move that could be (Viktor's violin? Here's the baguette Klaus was eating) I like to think of this as he found this power instinctually, showed Reginald who Ruined It With Math, and again learned one single practical combat equation that was drilled into him and it was so heinous that he never wanted to play around with more.

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4.... Five has a doctorate of philosophy on his wall, not a doctorate for math. Powers gone? Awful. No more math? Guess there's the silver lining everyone always talks about.

Anyway, this is just a fun uno reverse that I wanted to write a story about but could never find the full picture for, so here it is.

I liked the idea of in a world with the apocalypse diverted his siblings start to notice Five's struggles with math and gently start helping to re wire that part of his brain that Five didn't have the experience to notice was all Reggie's bullshit.

#tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #headcanon #Five is bad at math #it's like another language to him #I relate #let my number-illiterate Five be free #Reggie would have messed him up so bad with this #Five just staring at a textbook in a mute panic about how he's meant to be the clever one and has to get this right. Shit.

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jmrothwell · 2 months

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OMG ALL THOSE PROMPTS ARE SO GOOD (and I finally caught one of your lists before it's six days old lol). Laying on the floor so hard you wish they’d invent lying down 2 is an Alex Mood to me.

Maybe the chairs on the ceiling were less of a stylistic choice and more of a storage thing. After all that one was hung fairly low and if Alex knocked it, it would swing. Threatening to fall right on top of him.

He didn’t really like the thought of that. But it always occurred to him every time he caught even the slightest glimpse of the polished wood hanging from the ceiling.

Perhaps he has a death wish since Alex was now laying on the studio floor below them. The steepled ceiling, fairy lights, and new potted plants hanging closer to the ceiling added a surreal level he wasn't really expecting.

Is this what Alice in Wonderland felt like falling down that hole? All disoriented and floaty?

Which, honestly, he really shouldn’t be feeling all floaty like this. Not with how itchy this particular patch of carpet is. Another train of thought he would really rather not venture down, but is unstoppable now.

Why was it itchy? He knows it gets regularly cleaned out here. It’s on the rotating cleaning roster. Though considering the last three individuals who were in charge of it were Reggie, Luke, and Carlos and Alex isn’t sure if any of them would have even considered the rugs.

“Comfy?” Flynn’s voice came out of nowhere, quickly followed by her face leaning over his. Upside down. Her braids reach out towards him. That does not help him stop feeling like Alice.

“Not really.” Alex says simply. Focus split between talking to her, keeping his breathing steady, and not spiraling into one of the many chasms his brain felt the need to create for no damn reason.

Flynn hums noncommittally before disappearing from his view. Though she doesn’t go far, he can hear her settling on the floor next to him. “There are better places to lay down.”

“I am aware.”

“Do you like feeling uncomfortable?”

He can’t help the huff from his throat. He doesn’t like it, no. He can’t ever seem to escape it, just has to settle for which discomfort was more acceptable and today that means, “It’s quieter here.”

“Wow.” Flynn says through a disbelieving laugh. “What kind of chaos are they up to if the studio is the quiet option?”

Alex shrugs though he’s not sure if she can see it. “Don’t know about now but when I left, Carlos was unsuccessfully showing Luke something called Guitar Hero, and Reggie had been ranting for nearly an hour about how the Star Wars on the Disney app thing was completely wrong.”

Flynn quietly giggles, “Where was Julie in all this?”

An uneasy heaviness twists in Alex’s chest with the question. Or rather with the answer he gives, “She and Ray went to the Wilson’s.”

“Ah,” Flynn thankfully leaves the topic there. “This is the weirdest ceiling to lay under.”

“Right? Like, do you know why they hung the chairs on the ceiling?”

“Not really,” Flynn says but doesn’t really sound sure herself. “But is it weird that I want to see if there are weirder ceilings out there?”

It’s the first train of thought in a while Alex feels sort of willing to wander down. “How would we do that?”

“Dear sweet Alex,” The statement and her haughty tone both make him slightly regret his decision. “That is what Google is for.”

“Okay, please never call me that again.”

“Happily.”

He finally sat up and could finally see Flynn laying down on the floor. Her head next to where his was but feet pointing in the opposite direction.

She smiles up at him, “Want to go see what we can find?”

“Yeah, all right.” He says with another shrug, following her to the couch. Tries to keep the thought splintering in check as he watches her use her phone in ways he’d only ever seen in sci-fi until a few months ago.

Admittedly, there are definitely some bizarre ceilings out in the world. But the Molina’s seem to be the only ones they can find so far who have chosen to mount chairs to theirs.

#julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #flynn taylor #honestly not sure if this fits the theme #originally I had planned for Flynn to like introduce Alex to weighted blankets #but the story was like naaaaah.....what about those chairs?

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bbreaddog · 3 months

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Also POV because that one is always fun!

Okay so this is an Alex POV from a Bobby POV wip I have yet to share… 👀

I think it’ll be more fun to let you guess what’s happening 😌 Enjoy!

“Hey.”

“Jesus, Alex!”

“Sorry,” he says, helping Bobby up from where he was hunched over his bag. “Didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

“Then why’d you sneak up on me?”

Alex opens his mouth, only to come up blank. “I… don’t have an answer to that. Uh, anyway,” he chuckles, and quickly files through his thoughts on how he should best approach this.

Bobby had been quiet today. Well, Bobby is quiet usually, but something is off. Alex is pretty sure he’s not the only one who noticed Bobby’s thousand-yard stares and chewed off fingernails, if the way Reggie shot him an encouraging double thumbs up across the room before is anything to go by.

Honestly, he’s a little surprised that Luke didn’t even notice; Bobby has fumbled more times today than in all their rehearsals this past year combined.

Bobby’s looking at him expectantly now, and there’s a hint of something like frustration, which—while probably warranted given the amount of times Bobby has caught him staring today—is not exactly helpful.

Alex is probably taking too long of a pause right now.

He should just say something, anything.

“I just wanted to say hi?”

Seriously?

Bobby stares. “Okay…” he says slowly. He shrugs. “Hi, then.”

“Uh, hi,” Alex replies dumbly. “That’s not actually what I wanted.”

“Go figure,” Bobby mumbles.

Was that an eye roll? Wait, is Bobby glancing at the door? Is he thinking about making an escape from Alex? Yeah, ha, this is not going well. He just wanted to check in on his friend, who probably thinks he’s being annoying right now.

Bobby sighs and panic catches just above Alex’s larynx.

“I just noticed–” he starts. “Well, like– you seem– I-I mean, like–”

He’s supposed to be cool, calm, and collected, or whatever. This is very much not that. He shuts his eyes and exhales sharply. Maybe he should just straight up ask.

“You okay, man?”

“Uh,” Bobby pauses. “Y-yeah,” he says, clearly lying.

Okay, so maybe straight up asking wasn’t the right way to go, but Alex is trying to be the less anxious one of the two of them right now.

Alex could take his word for it and leave it there if he was a worse friend. But he knows he won’t stop thinking about it until he knows Bobby is actually fine.

“You sure?”

Bobby stays silent. That doesn’t make Alex feel any better.

“It’s just…” Alex hesitates. How should he say this in a way that won’t spook Bobby? Like he’s a cat, his brain helpfully supplies. Alex tries very hard not to snort. Pull it together, he tells himself. Bobby needs a friend right now.

“You’re a lot quieter than usual today,” is what Alex cautiously lands on.

Something flickers behind Bobby’s eyes and, before Alex can parse it, clears his throat.

“It’s nothing,” he says, not meeting Alex’s eye. “I mean, I’m not even sure if I– or, if it’s anything worth, like, sharing at the moment…” he trails off, looking somewhere behind Alex.

Okay. So that’s something. Bobby has something on his mind that’s he’s… afraid?—or, at least, not ready—to share it, whatever it is.

Alex watches him carefully; wants to tell him that whatever he has to say is always worth sharing, but Bobby’s still looking over Alex’s shoulder and his eyebrows are starting to pinch together, and Alex has to sigh.

“They’re doing something stupid,” he says flatly, “aren’t they?”

Bobby gives him a look, and that’s all he needs before he’s turning around to stop Luke and Reggie from putting each other in hospital.

Bobby will just have to wait.

Bonus:

“B-b-but we were doing it in slo-mo! It wouldn’t hurt the stands–!”

“It’s expensive equipment, Reg! And you guys could seriously hurt yourselves–”

“Aw, c’mon, Alex. It’s not like we were smashing them at full force–”

“Luke, I swear–”

No excuses writing ask meme

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic #alex mercer #bobby shaw #luke patterson #reggie peters #ask #jmrothwell #mine #i write things #No excuses writing ask meme #ask meme #ygstl fic

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ethniee · 7 months

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Hot Chocolate // A Garreth Weasley x MC Oneshot

I've had this story knocking around in my brain for a while now. Thanks to @ellivenollivander, @cuffmeinblack and @applinsandoranges for the courage and inspiration to try writing it down!! I'm not a fantastic writer and this is only a first draft, but it was still fun to do :) Feedback is welcomed and much appreciated!!

Content Warnings: Nightmares, cute fluff, unedited first draft

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2831

HOT CHOCOLATE

Inger threw her covers back in a rush. Her heart was racing fast as a stampede of horses, and her thin nightgown was soaked through with sweat.

It isn’t real, she scolded herself, fisting her hands in the blankets and trying to take deep breaths. It isn’t real.

It didn’t do much to help. The images of Rookwood were still burned in her mind- his evil grin and horrendous laugh. Her own complete horror as he had shoved her into a coffin. The smell of dirt and rot.

The sound of the lid being nailed down.

She squeezed her eyes shut until she saw stars.

It’s not real, she thought desperately as her panic began to rise again. That never happened. It’s not real, it’s not real.

Everything felt tight, and Inger scrambled out of the sheets. She shuddered as the chilly air made contact with her damp skin and folded her arms across her chest in an attempt to keep warm. A quick glance told her the fire in the heater had died out long ago.

Slowly but surely, reality began filtering into her senses, washing away bits of lingering terror. Her tie and robe were both draped over the end of the bed, just like she’d left them, and there were Natty and Nellie both sleeping in the beds on either side of her.

Reggie, she caught herself thinking. Her ginger tabby often left at night to look for mice, but his absence made Inger all the more anxious.

It was all too much, and she couldn’t handle it. Throwing a blanket over her shoulders she stalked across the dorm, opened the door and wandered down the stairs into the common room.

The room was dark and filled with shadows, but she was glad to see the fireplace still glowing a brilliant orange, reflecting fragments of light off of suits of armor and the polished wooden legs of armchairs. She added a log to the flames and then flopped down next to it, leaning against the couch, allowing the heat to soothe her freezing body and her fear to ebb away.

“You’re still up?”

Inger slammed her head against the couch frame and spun frantically, twisting herself up in her blanket in the process.

She blinked in stunned astonishment.

Garreth Weasley, stretched across the couch, grinned back at her in amusement. The redhead had his feet stretched over one end and his head leaning against the other- a picture of shadow and golden firelight. His rusty hair glowed copper, highlighting the warm freckles scattered across his skin.

Speaking of his skin… she nearly choked as she took in the sight before her. He was completely bare except for a pair of comfy red flannel pajama pants.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Garreth said, still grinning at her.

Inger’s eyes shot to his face, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to untangle herself from her heavy quilt. “I- Why are you up?!”

Garreth offhandedly shrugged one shoulder. “Why not?”

She managed to get the quilt off and shoved it away with her feet. “That’s- For Merlin’s sake, you scared the living daylights out of me!”

His smile widened. “I noticed.”

“I-” she spluttered again, failing to come up with anything that resembled a coherent sentence. “You’re-”

Garreth laughed, folding his hands across his middle- his impossibly gorgeous middle. Inger got her feet under her, trying to focus on something -anything- else when she spotted a slight movement from Garreth’s side.

Her brow furrowed. “Wait,” she said slowly. “Is that… Is that my cat?”

Sure enough, Reggie was curled in the hollow between Garreth’s hip and the couch.

“Oh, yeah,” Garreth said, sitting up. He pulled the sleeping cat out from beside him and passed the bundle of fur into Inger's outstretched arms. “He wandered down a couple of hours ago and decided to sleep there.”

She frowned. “You’ve been up that long?”

He chuckled. “No. I was asleep, but someone woke me up stomping down the stairs like a drunk Graphorn.”

She arranged her cat in her arms, pillowing his head on her arm. “I thought I was quiet.”

Garreth’s eyes twinkled and he shrugged again.

She glared at him. “Well, clearly I’m not wanted,” she said shortly. “I’m going back to bed.. Goodnight.”

“You won’t be able to sleep, and you know it.”

She whirled to face him. “Excuse me?”

Garreth rested his elbows on his knees, leaning towards the fire. “And for the record, I never said you weren’t wanted.”

Inger swallowed. Hard.

“You have a nightmare or something?”

She bit her lip, considering. On the one hand, she knew very well he was right- sleep would be impossible. On the other hand… Being up well past midnight with a shirtless boy was clearly a very poor decision.

“Maybe.”

Garreth patted the seat of the couch next to him, and she gave in. Slowly she walked over and sat down, settling herself into the comfy plush cushion. Reggie yawned languidly in her arms and nuzzled deeper into the crook of her elbow.

“What about?”

A glimpse of rough boards and Rookwood’s leering smile flashed through her brain, and she shook her head to clear it. “Nothing.”

Garreth’s brows knit together, his green eyes boring into her temple. “Obviously not nothing.”

Inger buried her fingers in Reggie’s warm fur, staring into the flames. “It was just a bad dream,” she whispered. “That’s all. Really- I’m fine.”

For a moment all that could be heard was the crackle and pop of the fire and quiet breathing. Inger watched as the light and shadows danced across her hands and the folds of her nightgown, and how it made Reggie’s silky fur gleam in the light. It was beautiful.

“Alright then. If you don’t want to talk, how about a snack?”

She stared at Garreth in confusion. “What?”

“Are you hungry?”

“...It’s the middle of the night.”

“All the more reason for it!” Garreth got to his feet, stretching and swiveling to pop his back. Inger lowered her gaze to the floor, trying (and failing) to admire his beautifully toned body.

How could he be so gorgeous?

Finished stretching, Garreth held out his hand to her. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

She lifted her chin in defiance, but allowed him to pull her to her feet. She’d be lying to say she didn’t agree with him. “And where exactly are you planning to go?”

His eyes sparked with excitement. “You mean you’ve never been to the kitchens?”

“You- your plan is to sneak into the kitchens?”

“Yup!”

“You’re insane.”

“I know.” He grinned. “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve never been before!!”

Inger shrugged her shoulders, not sure whether she should be proud or embarrassed. “I’ve been there during the day, but not at night.”

“Ah, well, there’s a first time for everything.” He bounced up on his toes, thinking. “Do you have your wand with you?”

“No. It’s in my dorm.”

“Run and grab it, and then hurry back down.”

She set Reggie back down on the couch to let him sleep and picked up her quilt. “What if I wake everyone up running like a drunk Graphorn?”

He laughed. “I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Inger rolled her eyes and scampered back up the stairs. Rushing into her dorm she snatched her wand from the drawer in her nightstand, closed the door again, and was back on the common room floor moments later. It wasn’t long before she and Garreth had climbed out the portrait-hole and were walking through the winding, cold halls.

She was instantly glad she’d brought her quilt along. The stone was freezing beneath her bare feet, and a chilly draft whispered through her hair. Garreth, holding his wand up to light the way, strolled a short distance ahead. Wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders, Inger quickened her pace to keep up.

“So how often do you do this?”

“Often enough,” He replied. He paused for a moment to illuminate the face of an old, craggy wizard statue before moving on.

“So pretty much whenever you’re hungry?”

He turned to grin at her. “Something like that.”

Inger lifted her own wand to see better. “Have you ever been caught?”

“Never,” Garreth said proudly.

“Really?”

“You sound surprised.”

“No, not surprised.” Inger ran her fingers over the wall, feeling the divots and crags in the rock. “Maybe a bit impressed, though.”

He grinned. “Just a bit?”

She pointed her wand at him. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll take it.”

The castle was massive, and the cold was making the walk to the kitchens seem twice as long as it actually was. Inger curled her toes in, feeling the frosty air drift around her legs beneath her nightgown. Merlin, it was freezing! How Garreth was still alive with his upper half so completely bare was a mystery to her.

Not that she’d been paying attention to it, or anything.

“Aren’t you cold?”

She instantly regretted asking. Garreth paused his walking until she caught up so they were side by side. His expression was undeniably cheeky.

“What makes you think that?”

Of course he was going to exploit this- she should have known. “You’re literally wandering around Hogwarts without a shirt.”

He grinned. “Didn’t you know? Muscle’s an insulator, Inger.”

Inger didn’t know it was possible for her face to get so warm so quickly. To her chagrin, Garreth laughed again.

“Aw, are you blushing?”

She clenched her teeth. “No.”

“Did I just get the awe-inspiring savior of Hogwarts to blush?”

Her face flamed further- for Merlin’s sake, why was he so impossible? She should have known this would turn out horribly.

“That doesn’t deserve an answer,” she said flatly. “Although I suppose I'll take the ‘awe-inspiring savior’ bit of it.”

They’d reached the kitchen door now, and Garreth turned to face her, smirking as he looked down at her flustered face. “Don’t get cocky.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. He was good, she’d give him that. Hoping he didn't see it she pushed her way past him, tickled the painting of the pear, and threw the door open.

The door swung into a warm and inviting space. The smell of freshly baked bread and roasted meat wafted through the air in preparation for tomorrow's breakfast, making Inger's stomach growl in anticipation. A roaring fire kept the room much warmer than the hallway, and Inger let the blanket around her shoulders relax.

"Welcome to Hogwarts' finest dining establishment," Garreth announced, gesturing grandly to the room.

The kitchen was massive, with high ceilings and gleaming countertops. To Inger's surprise, House Elves were still scurrying about despite the late hours, preparing food and cleaning dishes. Inger had always known that the Hogwarts elves were skilled, but seeing them in action was something else entirely.

Garreth strode confidently up to one of the elves, a plump little creature with large ears and a kindly face. "Good evening, sir! Might we trouble you for a midnight snack?"

The elf smiled all over his jolly face. "Why certainly! What would Mr. Weasley and his little friend like to eat?"

Garreth turned to Inger with his brows raised, grinning. "I'm not sure. You’ll have to ask her."

Inger glared at him. "I'm not your little friend."

"We'll discuss that later." He shrugged his shoulders out and put his hands in his pajama pockets. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”

“I’m not very hungry,” she said after a moment. “I just need something that’ll… Do you have any hot chocolate?"

The elf nodded delightedly. “Yes, yes, lots of hot chocolate!! I’ll bring you some.”

In the twinkling of an eye he vanished, leaving Inger to marvel at his speed and efficiency. She couldn't imagine how hard it must be to work all day and night without any rest- how they could do it was beyond her.

As she waited Inger slowly wandered around the kitchen, finally settling herself at one of the long tables. She watched as Garreth chatted with the elves, stuck his head in a variety of pots and pans, and nearly got his left hand chopped off by a butcher knife. She chuckled to herself.

She also tried to ignore the fact that he was still shirtless. It was distracting, to say the least.

She was grateful when the elf returned with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon. She thanked him and took a sip, relishing the warmth as it spread through her body.

"Delicious, isn't it?" Garreth joined her on the bench.

Inger nodded. "Better than my mother’s.” She chuckled to herself. “Don’t tell her I said that.”

He laughed. "I won’t. Your mom make good hot chocolate?"

“She’s won our town’s competition for five years in a row.” Inger said, smiling at the memory. “She used a couple of spells on it, too, but that’s not important.”

Garreth’s eyes sparkled. “That doesn’t sound nearly fair, especially if she’s going against muggles.”

“Well she’s a halfblood herself, so it’s not like she was completely out of their league.” Inger took another sip, holding the cup in her hands to keep her fingers warm.

“You’re a halfblood?”

Inger nodded. "My mom is half muggle and half wizard, and my dad's a pureblood." She thought for a moment. "Weird how, even though I'm mostly a wizard, I still get called a half-blood."

“Interesting.” Garreth leaned back against the table, looking thoughtful. “I’m pureblood myself. Both my parents are wizards.”

Inger raised an eyebrow. “Really? You don’t seem like the pureblood type.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Inger rubbed her thumb across the rim of her mug. “I don’t know. I guess you just don’t seem like the kind of person who would care about blood purity.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” Garreth said, sounding amused. “Blood purity is a bunch of nonsense."

She smiled, relieved. She'd met too many stuck-up, snobbish purebloods during her time at Hogwarts.

It was refreshing to know that Garreth wasn’t like that.

They fell into a comfortable silence, sipping their hot chocolate and watching the elves go about their work.

Finally, Inger set her empty mug down on the table. “I should probably get back to the dorm. I don't want to fall asleep in Herbology tomorrow."

He nodded. "Fair enough. I'll walk you back."

"You don't have much choice considering we're in the same house," Inger said, grinning. "But I'll let you get away with it."

He chuckled, setting his mug down beside hers. "Glad to have your permission."

They thanked the elves and then proceeded to make their way back through the castle in silence, the only sounds coming from their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. In mere moments all the comforting warmth from the kitchens vanished, and Inger shivered again.

"You're still cold?" Garreth asked.

Inger shot him a look out of the corner of her eye. "What do you mean ‘still cold?’"

"I'm not oblivious."

Then, before she could respond, Garreth wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Inger felt a rush of warmth, less from the blanket and more from Garreth's close proximity. Even though his arm did little to warm her outside, her inside was a mess of heat and jumbled nerves. She tried not to let it show on her face as she pulled the blanket tighter around her.

"Thanks," she said softly.

They reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, where the Fat Lady was dozing in her frame.

"Password?" she grumbled.

"Phoenix feathers," Inger said, stifling a yawn.

The portrait opened to reveal the common room, which -to Inger's relief- was empty except for a few flickering candles and scattered books. She found Reggie still asleep on the couch and gathered him up in her arms.

Garreth fisted his hands in his pockets. “Is everything okay?”

Inger swallowed. “Yeah… Yeah, I think so.”

He bobbed his head, rocking back and forth on his toes. "Well, uh… In that case, I’d better go get some sleep. Goodnight."

Inger hesitated before calling out. "Garreth?"

He turned back to face her, his expression curious.

"Thank you for tonight. I had fun, and… and it really helped."

Garreth smiled back. "Me too. We should do it again sometime. You know, next time you have a nightmare."

Inger's heart skipped a beat. "Maybe we should."

Garreth gave her a wave and started up the stairs to the boys dormitory, disappearing from sight.

Inger stood there for a moment before beginning the trip back upstairs to her dorm, unsure of what exactly she was feeling. As she got back into bed, all memory of her nightmare was replaced with excitement- excitement for what the future held. Maybe -just maybe- things could work out between her and Garreth.

For now, though, she was just happy to have a friend she could share hot chocolate with.

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #hogwarts legacy mc #gryffindor #hogwarts oc #garreth weasley #inger eve nilsdott #garreth weasley x mc #please give writing tips #ran out of words to describe smiling HaLP

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nerdyvocals · 4 months

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Remember like....oh god four months ago??? When @look-at-those-niceass-rocks and I had some unhinged things to say about Julie and the Phantoms? Well, our schedules finally lined up again and we have more unhinged things to say! Once again nearly a week after we watched!!! We made it through 4-7, please enjoy

Bee: Y'know, when he (Trevor) said "meditate", I expected him to get tweaked out of his fucking gourd Me: ...Ah, first thing for the quotes list Bee: He looks like he doesn't vaccinate his children

*two minutes of haunting later* Bee: No I've changed my mind; he has to be high, he's not reacting correctly to that

We both commented on how Savannah Lee May (Carrie) looked simultaneously fourteen and thirty, but was 20 when the show released (around 19 during filming)

Me: How does it feel knowing she's a year older than me? Bee: *forcibly remembering we have an age gap friendship* I love it soooooooo much

Caleb: where do we go when that final light is snuffed out? Bee: Hell, I hope

Caleb: If you'll forgive me fellas, I gotta go pay the bills, if you know what I'm saying Bee: if he wasn't dead, I'd assume he meant cocaine Me: I mean it could still be cocaine Bee: ...ghost cocaine

Bee: homosexual ghost makes a valid point

Me: I love how women weren't working so he (Caleb) sent men to Alex Bee: I know what you are! Me: He's an equal opportunity cult leader!

Julie: *Lecturing the boys on letting her down* Me: No she's right Bee: Yeah, let her cook! Me: *dead silence* Bee: That's. That is what the kids say? Me: Sometimes I forget about our age gap, and sometimes I become painfully aware of it Bee: I'M DOING MY BEST OKAY

(after deciding to stop for the night after episode seven) Me: That'll give us a good stopping point, because the last two episode Hurt Bee: Oh good, emotional trauma!

(about Ray Molina) Bee: Look at his forearms, he's a slut! Me: I mean, yeah! Also, I blame you fully for this newfound type of mine (muffled voice in the background) Bee: [Husband] just yelled from the other room asking if I was alright

Willie: *gets caught spying in the garage* Bee: That wasn't even sneaky! That was his whole-ass head! With a helmet! Me: Not the ass head Bee: Motherfucker Me: Weird way to say butt face Bee: ...ass butt

Me: Flynn is really pushing this corpse thing Bee: I wish I could remember my little corpse song

(following "Girls, amiright?" "No!") Bee: He a little confused, but he got the spirit Me: He is a spirit! Bee: Fuck you Me: :(

Me: That was his (Jeremy Shada's) actual reaction, because that little kissy thing was unscripted Bee: Oh I believe that, I just watched all thoughts leave his brain

(honorable mention: rewatching that scene at least three times to laugh at Reggie's face)

Luke: (singing) It's never straight-

Us, simultaneously: Me neither

You can find part three here!

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #unhinged quotes

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so-sures-blog · 1 year

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Hey so like I recently started getting into ikarishipping and I found your stuff and like???? It's so good???? I need more???? I wanted to request more fluffy hcs and stuff for them, but I totally understand if you don't wanna

listen

Ok, I know this isn’t a headcannon but I was inspired to write this little fic about them, so hope you don’t mind. This was sitting in my drafts for so long now until I finally worked up the courage to get it done.

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Dawn places the finishing touches on Piplup’s outfit, clapping appreciatively as her starter proudly strikes poses in his little cheerleader prince uniform.

“Let’s go show everyone your outfit!” Dawn picks up Piplup and beams as he chirps his agreement.

Dawn exits the room, heading out to meet Ash, Barry, and Brock to talk about the match today. It was the early morning of the Pokémon Sinnoh League, with Ash and Paul finally facing off. After a full year of battling and insults the two were about to meet in the semifinals.

Dawn makes her way down the hall, footsteps echoing. Ash against Paul … it would certainly be a battle to be remembered. It had been a long time since Lake Acuity. Since their very first battle. Ash and his team have only grown stronger since then, and so has Paul.

They all had.

“… I have one last thing to tell you,” a voice suddenly cuts across the lobby and turning around, Dawn gasps and ducks before Paul sees her.

Piplup turns around with a questioning “Pip?” and Dawn claps a hand over his beak. Piplup releases a silent squawk of rage before pecking her hand indignantly. Dawn shakes out her hand with a quiet hiss before pressing a finger to her lips and glaring in a ‘be quiet’ motion. Piplup glares right back before he settles down to eavesdrop. Dawn pokes her head over the counter to watch.

“Paul? Win this. Don’t underestimate Ash’s skill — then win the whole thing!”

Paul’s lips curve into a smile. “I will.”

Reggie hung up with a “Later, Paul,” before Paul turns around — only to meet Dawn’s startled blue eyes.

Dawn froze in embarrassment, a pink blush staining her cheeks once she realizes she’s been caught staring. Paul looks taken aback, staring at her with surprised onyx eyes.

Say something, stupid, her brain says as silence starts to creep between the two.

“Umm …” Dawn laughs nervously, and Paul turns on his heel and begins walking away. She nearly facepalmed herself. Really, that’s what she comes up with?

“That was Reggie you were talking to, right? So, is he coming here today?” Dawn hastily tries to cover up her lack of verbal skills by asking him a question, but she must’ve said the wrong thing because Paul begins walking faster.

Dawn felt stupid. Of course Reggie wasn’t coming, Paul was just on a phone call with him, and Veilstone City was too far to make it in an hour. Before she could wallow in her own self-pity, Paul spoke up.

“So, how’s he doing?” Paul practically sneers.

“Uh, you mean how’s Ash?” Dawn asks. She exchanges a questioning look with Piplup before realizing Paul is almost at the door. She runs after him. “Wait! If you ask a question, don’t you want to hear the answer?”

Dawn catches up with him, falling in a step or two behind him. The brisk morning air hits her face and clears her head. “Ash is doing some last minute training with his Pokémon. Want me to get him?”

“Please don’t. No need.”

“Why did you ask about him then?”

“ … I don’t know.”

Oh great, Dawn thinks sarcastically. Dawn realizes she’s fallen behind him and hurries to catch up.

What do we even say to each other? She thinks nervously. The awkwardness is probably one-sided as she doubts Paul cares about that sort of thing, but it’s all Dawn can think about.

As a coordinator, Dawn prides herself on being able to entertain the audience and appeal to the judges. Her entire career depends on people’s opinions and how they view her.

But Paul? Paul was unreadable. She had no idea what he was thinking, much less feeling.

Should she just peel off, say she forgot something? But they were walking in the same direction. Should she ask him about his Pokémon, if he was ready for his battle? But would Paul get defensive and snap at her? Would Paul even notice if she fell back and walked by herself?

“I just don’t like him,” Paul says suddenly. Dawn’s head whips up. Was Paul actually talking about his feelings? Verbally expressing how he felt? In front of her?

Dawn suddenly felt like she’s walking on a live wire.

“He talks just like my brother. Friends, trust … my brother says those things all the time too.”

“But Paul, Ash isn’t Reggie. Ash is Ash, and that’s that.” Dawn protests.

“PAUL!”

“Hey Dawn! Paul!”

The two look up to see Barry and Ash racing towards them with bright grins on their faces.

“Look, Ash is like any other trainer I’d have to battle in the quarter-finals … and I’m going to have to beat him if I want to win the Sinnoh League.”

Dawn stares at Paul with an open mouth. Wow. She had no idea Paul felt those things — that he is even feeling things at all. She knows Ash, his nervousness for the battle manifesting in his training and his determination. But Paul is feeling things about the battle too.

Dawn feels his determination, his strength for what is ahead. The way he speaks and how his eyes focus up ahead — past her, past Ash — as if there is more waiting for him to achieve.

It makes Dawn realize that being the Sinnoh Champion isn’t just Ash’s dream — it was Paul’s too. The way Paul trained his Pokémon and how he let go of Chimchar — it was ruthless and wrong, but suddenly Dawn realizes it was for a purpose. Paul wasn’t power-hungry for no reason.

Paul is ambitious and determined and focused and level. His strength to push past things and focus solely on his goal is what makes him powerful, not his Pokémon. His ambition drives him to do better and his determination is what forces him to never stop. This battle with Ash is a stepping stone to something greater, and Paul is going to do everything he can to beat him.

And Dawn could respect that.

***

Ash and Paul’s battle is as heart-pounding as Dawn expects.

She’s cheering for Ash, calling out encouragement as Piplup cheers and Brock yells. She is rooting for him because she’s his friend, and one little conversation with Paul won’t change that.

But still, between Barry screaming in her ear and the roaring audience, a small part of her thinks she wouldn’t mind it if Paul won.

#pokémon #pokémon fanfic #ikarishipping fic #ikarishipping #pokemon diamond and pearl #ikarishipping headcannons #pokemon hikari #pokemon shinji #dawn pokemon #paul pokemon

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57 for Willex + Lancelot

Of course this is set in the Care and Feeding of Dragons verse.

"Morning, Dad!" Willie called, all but skipping into the kitchen. His dad was sitting at the kitchen island nursing a coffee, glaring at him blearily. He'd never really gotten used to the fact that no matter what time Willie got up, he was go-go-go. It was still just as funny now as it was when he was a kid. He started grabbing stuff from around the kitchen, maybe making a little more noise than necessary.

"What's wrong with cereal?" Dad complained, as he started measuring out flour.

"Alex is coming over for breakfast today," Willie told him. "So I'm making pancakes."

"Is he now?" Dad asked, before leaning over to give him sad puppy eyes. "What about your beloved father? Does he get pancakes?"

"What's wrong with cereal?" Willie snarked back, laughing when Caleb threw him a glare. "I'll make you pancakes if you promise to leave us alone to eat ours."

"Oh yes, I wouldn't want to interrupt your romantic date," Dad said. "You can have the dining room all to yourselves. I'll stay in here, with the coffee maker."

"Deal," Willie agreed. He went on to make the pancakes, loudly mixing (in the metal bowl for maximum noise) while Dad sipped his coffee. He was just pouring the first pancakes out on the griddle when the doorbell rang.

Just as planned.

Listen, it wasn't Willie's fault that Dad hadn't caught on to Alex living with them yet. Alex was too worried that Dad would say no and kick him out, which would mean he'd have to go live in the garage that Sunset Curve rented as a studio. Willie had tried to convince him that Caleb totally wouldn't mind, especially not with Alex' sad 'my parents don't want me back because I'm gay' backstory, but well, the anxiety brain weasels in his head won out.

Also, like, Willie kind of liked the chaos and sneaking around so he didn't push too hard. So every morning Alex would slip out of Willie's window, over the porch roof down one of the fancy support beams and pretend to come over, and every night Willie would say goodbye and then sneak him back in. Or, if Dad was working, just hide him in his room and pretend to be asleep when Dad got home. Or stage it so he'd been alone in the living room all evening.

So maybe he had to make some extra noise to drown out the sounds of Alex climbing down out of his window, with Dad already up. Not exactly a hardship for Willie. He liked being loud.

"I'll get it, don't leave the stove unattended," Dad said, bringing his coffee to the door and greeting Alex. It was always cute, the way Alex still stumbled over 'Caleb, Mister Covington, sir' after how long they'd been dating. Willie grinned, leaning over the island to press a kiss to Alex' cheek as Caleb made him a cappuccino with his fancy coffee maker.

He listened to his boyfriend make awkward small talk with his dad about 'if he got home alright' last night, going from Boring Normal Pancakes to Fun Pancakes with the last of the batter. A bat for Dad. Some (slightly lumpy) drum sticks for Alex. And a skateboard for himself. He placed those on the tops of the three stacks.

"Okay, done!" he said, dumping Dad's plate in front of him before dragging Alex to the dining room with him before he could roll his eyes.

The dining room, which was set up nicely, with a table cloth, the fancy silverware, and a small bouquet of flowers. On the seat opposite to Willie's, there was a fancy-looking box.

"Did I forget an anniversary?" Alex squeaked.

"Not unless I forgot it too," Willie said, going over to the Mysterious Box. It had Alex' name on it. He put down his plate, turning to Alex. "It's for you!"

Alex slowly approached, apprehensively shaking the box a little. It didn't sound like a bomb or anything. "You promise this isn't some kind of prank?"

"Hotdog, I swear it's not. Not from me, anyway." Did Luke and Reggie manage to break into their house? Dad had a great security system. Even though Willie had sometimes felt it was more to keep him In than it was to keep burglars Out. "Open it!"

"Okay," Alex said, putting the box on the table and using a fork to carefully lift the lid off at an arm's length. Willie hid behind him, peering over his shoulder, just in case it was some kind of glitter bomb.

When nothing happened, they moved closer, peering into the box.

Willie gasped. Inside was a soft, perfect, light pink dragon. It was the same one as Lancelot, except not squished and cuddled and spilled jam and glitter and paint on and washed for more than a decade.

"He's perfect," Alex said, gently lifting the dragon out of the box and hugging him close.

"Dude!" Willie said. "There's something on his tail!" He gently undid the ribbon. It was a key. A very familiar looking key.

"Well, if you weren't going to give him one, I thought I would," Dad said. He was standing just outside the dining room, leaning on the door frame, obnoxiously sipping his coffee. Keeping his promise, while still trolling the heck out of them.

"You knew?" Alex said, sounding scared.

"You boys aren't as subtle as you think," Dad said, smirking. "And if Alex is going to be living here, he needs his own stuffed animal."

"That's right," Willie agreed. "We take stuffed animals very seriously in this house."

Alex still looked a bit lost, hugging his dragon close. "You mean I can stay?" he whispered.

"Of course," Dad, coming into the dining room and putting a hand on Alex' shoulder. "You're always welcome here, Alex. How about we discuss the details after your romantic breakfast?" He winked at Willie.

Willie didn't even pretend to be mad, just catching his dad in a hug. "Thanks, Dad." All the sneaking around had been fun, but he'd known it would end up like this anyway. Well, he figured there's be more shouting first, but this was better.

"Wait, if you take stuffed animals so seriously, does that mean your dad has one too?" Alex asked Willie, as Dad retreated to the kitchen.

"Oh yeah, he has a big squishy bat I won for him at the fair when I was eleven," Willie said proudly. It still lived on Dad's fancy armchair in his bedroom.

"I use it to scream my frustrations into when my son does things like sneak his boyfriend in and out of the house for weeks!" Dad called.

"DAD! Stop ruining our romantic breakfast!" Willie called back, and Alex laughed, gently placing his new dragon on the chair next to him.

Yeah, things were going to be fine.

#julie and the phantoms #little dragon willie #willex #fanfic #lancelot the plush dragon #and his new friend #good dad Caleb #Caleb has a big squishmallow bat #you know he got all emotional when Willie used his hard-earned fair tickets on a bat for him #and yes the jellycat plush lancelot is based off also comes in pink #I wrote a thing

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my-castles-crumbling · 8 days

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Clandestine Part 2: Chapter 5

Fic: Clandestine Pairing: very slowburn Jegulus, background wolstar, dorlene Length: 57k (WIP) Rating: M

Chapter Excerpt:

“Go get Sirius, Potter,” Regulus ordered, rolling his eyes, trying to keep himself calm.

It took Potter exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds to return. Regulus had been prepared for a longer wait. He’d turned to the wall and started breathing deep, cleansing breaths, counted the seconds to keep himself from lashing out or panicking.

So he’d been quite surprised when Potter came back so soon.

He was even more surprised that Potter was alone.

For a sinking moment, he thought perhaps Sirius didn’t want to talk. That he’d waited too long, that their relationship was damaged irreparably. His stomach dipped and he clenched his fists.

But then he caught the look in Potter’s eyes.

James Potter was always smiling. Even on that day that Potter had shown up in Regulus's bedroom, actually focused on the ill-thought-out rescue mission he and Sirius had masterminded together, he’d thrown Regulus a few smiles.

But now ?

Potter looked distraught. He clenched a letter in his hands, and his eyes were as wild as the messy hair on his head. And Regulus realized what he was going to say only moments before he said it.

Sirius...

“He’s gone,” Potter croaked out, handing Regulus the letter. “Left when none of use were around so we couldn’t stop him."

But Regulus’s brain was echoing with the screams he’d heard emitting from Sirius’s room over the summer, his eyes zeroing in on the words etched on the page in Sirius’s perfect scrawl:

I’m sorry. I have to protect Reggie.

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ugh i must confess i hate naoya so much i can't like that brat's cover

PSHDHDHHD THAT’S UNDERSTANDABLE ANON!!!!! he’s awful i do NOT blame anyone for not liking him 😭😭 unfortunately i’m a sucker for wellwritten villains laced in irony so i <3 him but that’s my own issue LMAO

i’ve been thinking abt him a lot recently so i’m using this ask as an excuse to talk abt why… i like him…. pls feel free to ignore this anon !!!!!

sigh….. he’s just . so Good. definitely my favorite minor jjk villain (reggie & uraume are close behind >:3)… he perfectly encompasses everything that’s wrong w the world of sorcery + the zenin clan in particular and i genuinely think he’s such a realistic take on what misogyny looks like?? he makes me want to throw up. the fact that he idolized toji so deeply and hated his family for not understanding toji’s loneliness and strenght only to make that EXACT mistake w maki just because he never saw her as a person…. refusing to accept that she caught up to toji before he even got close….. 😵‍💫😵‍💫 it’s so Good.

and don’t even get me STARTED on his deaths bc they’re some of my favorite moments in jjk when it comes to pure poetic cinema LMAO….. his whole speech about how “any woman who can’t walk three steps behind a man should get stabbed in the back and die” only for him to die when maki’s mom stabs him in the back + a SECOND time when maki stabs him in the back (and she’s even standing three steps behind him <3 so considerate of her <33) yeahhhh it just Does something to my brain. oh and that’s not even mentioning the fact that his domain expansion is formed in the shape of a womb + that he loses against maki because his domain registers her presence as an object….. akutami COOKED w this fight holy shit

but yeah i just. think he’s awful and wonderful and i can’t WAIT to see him die in s3 :333 i am fond of him but . in the same way a scientist is fond of the frog they’re dissecting…. yk………

#sorry anon i got carried away T_T in my defense i am eepy rn #ty for indulging me 🫂🫂🫂#OHH ALSO i love his fight w choso a lot….#i feel like his presence in the story was just perfect… didn’t drag out 2 long but also had a big impact #he’s quite literally the manifestation of maki’s trauma so she NEEDS to defeat him to move past it and she does <333 #sorry apparently i’m STILL gushing over this fkn guy 😭😭😭 i rlly am so weak for villains….#BUT PLSPLSPLS DON’T MISUNDERSTAND i do NOT like this fucker as a person 😭😭 not kidding when i say he makes me wanna throw up #he’s just really wellwritten and that’s literally All that matters to me when it comes to characters #ask tag ✩

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#12 and #14 for the kiss prompts? :)

12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss + 14. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

(secret dating + celeb au)

Her phone had been exploding by the time she woke up. Her personal phone, which meant personal issues, which meant her stomach churned with nausea before she drank her morning coffee.

Her alarm clock indicated it was seven am. Ten am in New York, her brain calculated, and she itched to text Luke about his morning. But if she grabbed her phone, she'd have to be confronted with whatever was going on.

Taking a steadying breath, she pushed herself upright, wiping a curl from her cheek, and unlocked her phone.

Shit.

Flynn sent her a link to a tabloid that broke the news, to which other publications quickly picked it up. Or rather: gossip. They had no actual news. Julie harrumphed. She hated the tabloids and those teenybopper papers; she knew it boosted her popularity, but she also wished they stopped existing altogether.

Luke and her hadn't even noticed the paparazzi, or fan, taking the picture. They had foolishly presumed no one cared about pedestrians in New York, so by extension, them as well. Luke lived bicoastal and rarely got approached on the East Coast.

But they pushed their luck.

The other texts were from her management, her P.A., her record label, Carlos, Carrie, Reggie, Alex, and Luke. She skipped all of them to reply to him first.

Luke: are you okay???

Julie smiled. Of course, he wanted to make sure she was okay first. She hadn't checked the comment section under the Teen Vogue post yet, but she imagined several were nasty towards her. Luke Patterson was the sexy golden boy after all, the one that revived punk and headlined festivals all summer long.

Not that she wasn't talented, too. Julie was just... quieter, she supposed, a presence felt but not as boisterous as Sunset Curve. Pop ballads were her forte.

She texted a response. yeah, i'm fine. surprised though. i didn't realise we were being watched. how are you feeling?

He read it immediately and replied. kinda relieved?? is that bad to say??? i wanna show you off jules

The singer rolled her eyes. It was no secret that Luke fell first and harder for her, which showed in all his actions. Deeply physically affectionate, always showering her in compliments and hyping her up, and saying stuff like this: wanting to show her off. It sounded so boyish.

A public relationship was the last thing she wanted, however. It never ended well. So many celebrity couples broke up, or got divorced, while in the public eye and indirectly forced fans to pick a side when it was none of their business. She wasn't intending on breaking up with Luke any time soon, but she didn't want to entertain the public's fantasy in the first place.

This photo wasn't helping.

Albeit not incriminating - they were just talking - it did add to the pattern people were noticing between them. Both were 'single', conventionally attractive, around the same age and in the same industry. It made sense. Stranger assumptions have been created.

Luke sent another text. i'm back in la tonight. catch up tmw morning?

Logically, she should say no and wait for the rumour to die down. In reality, she wanted to see him all the time, and so she agreed and sent a cute selfie with a thumbs up.

~*~*~*~

She noticed him immediately. A twill hat, sunglasses, a vintage t-shirt and cargo pants, hopping on his heels while he waited for her outside a brunch spot. Julie willed herself to not speed up and grab someone's attention, keeping her face in check when he caught her eye.

"Hey- oh!"

Luke snatched her hand and dragged her into an alleyway in between the brunch place and a laundromat. Grinning, he got rid of his glasses and swooped down to kiss.

Julie gently clasped his cheek, enjoying the moment. Yesterday, she was so afraid everything was ruined, their careers and their relationship. Now the kiss stilled her thoughts.

"Hey," he exhaled. "You look nice."

The compliment widened her smile. "Thank you."

Luke and Julie met at the afterparty of an award show. She had won Best Pop Album and his band won Best Alternative Music Album. The entire night, they drank champagne and giggled about the weird sides of the music industry, lamenting about snobby producers and reminiscing the greatest venues. They exchanged numbers and the rest was history.

He just got her, in a way no else did. Though he had a totally different personality, they shared the same norms and values. She was, like, kind of in love with him. A perfect smile did that to a girl.

"How was the rest of your trip?" she asked.

His mouth twitched, gazing at her in that overwhelming, fond way. "I missed you. The boys are so done with me."

Julie laughed. "I can imagine. And I missed you, too."

The hands on her waist tightened. "Explain to me again why no one can know?"

"It's not that 'no one' can know. Everyone in our close circle knows. I just don't want the public to put their noses in our business. But... I didn't think it would be this hard." Her eyes averted to the dirty asphalt. Even their shoes matched. "I don't... I don't want you to feel like I'm ashamed of you, or something."

An incredulous chuckle left his lips. "Jules, the only thing I'm feeling is luck, okay? Trust me. You-" He paused. She looked up to find him struggling with his words. That never happened.

"Luke?"

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he rushed out.

Oh. That was kind of like a love confession, wasn't it? Before she second-guessed herself, Julie threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, hard, humming in delight when he responded just as intensely. His thumbs pressed in her hipbones, raking down her bum and up her spine. It felt desperate. More than a 'hello' or 'goodbye' kiss. It felt like a promise. And they refused to let go of it.

His mouth was hot against hers. Ragged breaths shared when they separated for split seconds before chasing the other again. With Luke's back pressed against the brick wall, she felt powerful, and wanted, and happy.

This was insane, making out like this in an shadowy alleyway in broad daylight, but she couldn't find it within herself to care. Because he was one of the best things that has happened to her as well. She got it now. The thought of someone else shooting their shot with Luke made her ill, to the point that hard-launching Luke on her socials just once to get it over with sounded rather appealing.

Damn it.

Pressing her hands into his shoulders, she let go and took a deep breath. Luke stared at her, dazed and puffy-lipped, with messy hair. She felt like a frenzied high schooler that just made out for the first time.

"Um," she trailed, blinking, "let's... let's go eat."

He shook his head with a laugh. "Yeah, sure." Luke placed the sunglasses back on his head and went to move back into the daylight, but Julie grabbed his bicep before he could.

"And after," she added, nervous, "I'll... announce our relationship on my socials. Because you're really important to me, too."

~*~*~*~

send me a kiss prompt for juke

#i read hidden corner and immediately thought about a regal au where the princess and her guard kiss in the shadows of an alcove but #i went with this instead lmao #juke #julie and the phantoms #jatp fics #kiss prompts

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