#glee next gen

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I gotta ask you the same question: What would the first six months to one year be like for each of the Glee couples and their first baby?

For Finchel, as you said in your post I see the first year being very peaceful and easy for them for the most part. The actual pregnancy and birth are probably difficult for Rachel though because Stella is a very big baby (those Finn genes) and Rachel is tiny, not to mention Rachel has some difficulties with pregnancies. Stella is one of the most peaceful babies ever and she sleeps through the night very quickly. It's not a big intrusion in their lives to have one new addition and she fits in very nicely with Finchel. Finn always wanted a daughter and he just loves being a girl dad. Stella just likes tons of food and sleep but she's quiet and barely cries much. She's hardcore into eating and sleeping. She smiles/giggles a lot at literally anything and she's a very goofy/funny baby (she's one of those babies who has the most comical facial expressions) which always cheers Rachel up when she's having a bad day and she's so easily pleased/impressed with anything around her. Finchel also get a lot of help from the Berrys and Carole. Sometimes Brittana or Tina, or Mercedes babysit for Stella.

Tike weren't planning on having any children. They're that couple who just wanted to travel the world/go clubbing and have fun nonstop. Tina in particular didn't see herself as a mom for a long time (she wanted to focus on school/career and she just didn't want to be a mom) and Tike were happy together in the Honeymoon phase of their marriage. So then Tina ends up pregnant and it's accidental but she decides she wants to be a mom anyway. She grows to really love her daughter. They're a lot like Finchel, in the sense that they like having one girl and not much changes in the Tike dynamic. Jess cries more than Stella but Tike get into the baby routine quickly, even though Tina gets fed up with Mike sometimes because he'll get Jess too hyped up to nap and then she's bouncing off the walls. Or Mike will act lazy to tease Tina and she will bicker with him to do things properly. They're very happy though. They didn't expect to have a baby but now they couldn't imagine their lives without her.

Brittana's first six months to one year is the most chaotic of the couples because they have boy triplets and their boys are very much like Santana in one of her moody phases, except on steroids and 24/7. The triplets are all very demanding, hyper, fussy and cry at basically anything (much more so than both Jess and Stella). They also all want attention all the time and they practically compete with each other for their moms' attention. Brittana's triplets are tiny and premature when they're born (Brittany carried them but they're biologically Santana's babies). They only eat very small amounts at a time and it takes a lot to get them to wind down/sleep. They wake up every four hours during the night.

Luckily, Brittany is very maternal and takes everything in her stride. Brittany is the ideal type of mom for her boys because everything about her voice/the way she cuddles with them and rocks them is soothing to them. Brittany is very practical and she doesn't lose her patience - she just cleans up messes, changes diapers, feeds or does whatever she has to without fussing. She's really good at handling them if they're sick. She likes how loud and fussy they are. Brittany also loves having lots of babies instead of just one and she had a very easy pregnancy. Santana finds it the most difficult to cope with the lack of sleep and the stress. She has to learn how to be a mom because she has no experience with babies whatsoever (she's an only child and never interacted with babies at all or saw herself as a mom before Brittany and her decided on babies). Not to mention, Santana wasn't expecting them to have so many at one time (their babies were so small that they couldn't tell from the ultrasound that they were gonna have triplets until late in Brittany's pregnancy - even though Brittany kept telling Santana they were gonna have triplets and San didn't quite believe her for a while). However, Santana is surprised by how protective and emotional she always feels towards her babies and it surprises Brittany that Santana is the first one to suggest they have another baby when the triplets are two.

#Tike #Finchel #Brittana #Brittana as Moms #Glee Next Gen #Brittana babies #Brittana headcanons

[thelakehq]

“i thought she was with you... didn’t you hear the scream?”

The Smythe family is known for their money, and they're known for doing things in style. Every summer they invite all their old friends from Lima, Ohio to their lake house and every summer is the same. Fun, romance and more. Two years ago though, the oldest Smythe daughter was found dead at the shore of the lake. No one knows what happened and Smythe family closed down the lake for investigation. Nothing was ever able to be discovered. Despite the investigation still being ongoing, Sebastian decided to open up the lakehouse once more for the families to come and enjoy themselves again. It certainly feels different, and there's a lot more to discover in regards to what happened that fateful night.

thelakehq is a glee next generation DISCORD roleplay, solely based around storytelling and character development surrounding the loss of a family member and friend. if you are interested please reach out for a link to the discord where you will find all the information you need to apply today. 

#glee next gen rp #glee rp #glee roleplay #glee au #glee next gen

[unholybinchicken]

Next-gen questions. All Brittana related (if that's ok)

1, 7 and 13.

best girls let's go

1. Brittana have one daughter whose name is Tatiana Lopez-Pierce, who (unsurprisingly given who her parents are) is AuDHD and was born ~2020.

7. Santana looks-wise (their donor does have blue eyes, but it's a recessive gene).

13. Tatiana has a very close relationship with both parents. My hc is that Santana becomes a hairdresser (she and Britt run a hair salon/cat cafe, so you can get your hair done and also hang out with cute cats and get a coffee ... heaven on earth, right???) so doing her daughter's hair is a special bonding experience (queen Maribel also does hair so it's basically a comfort thing from her own childhood that she's passed on to her own daughter) and it's just a nice time where they can have a chat with each other about their respective days. Britt can also do hair but knows that hair time is Santana's thing so they bond through movement and dance, as well as caring for cats and other animals. They have a bilingual household. Brittana are both kind of anxious parents - Santana because she's Santana and just an anxiety baby in general, and Brittany because Whitney and Pierce didn't exactly set her up for success (Whitney and Pierce are not allowed to babysit unsupervised; Whitney is vaccine-skeptical but also took both her kids to get their ears pierced by an underpaid Claires employee using an unwashed piercing gun). They're very involved with things like schooling and IEP meetings and all that jazz, and they're very honest and open-minded when it comes to things like sex ed, LGBTQ+ topics etc. They do co-sleep from time to time (not always). Brittana are very affectionate with each other physically so unsurprisingly their child likes being hugged by her moms.

(basically brittana are very sweet as parents and have a good relationship with their kid)

#bewitchingomen #next gen ask game #brittana #headcanons #glee headcanons #brittana future kids

[humaudrey]

Nothing beats visiting old fixations and WIPS and expanding on them as if you had any plan on writing/publishing those either.

#you literally have no idea #i have planned an entire dbz fic you guys somebody stop me lmfao #not to mention i have a second part danganronpa fic to finish and upload on amino #as well as a descendants fic that hasnt been touched in YEARS and a next gen glee fic where i forgot a character's name lmfao #this gap year is going GREAT lmfao #personal

[krisb-writing-blog]

well hello there lmao

it's been a while since I've posted here, but I'm back so 👋

anyways, a little (maybe embarrassing) fun fact about me is that I used to be into Glee rps and fics and stuff, but I haven't watched it since it was removed from Netflix aside from clips here and there.

but some inspo kinda struck when I revisited the fandom Amino for it that I'm in (yes I'm on Amino) and found my next generation ocs I made, and I low-key wanna write that as if it's a reboot.

I'd keep the canon characters as of season 6 (this may require a rewatch of that season) and use pairings that I like for characters that didn't end up with anyone + fixing some pairings that I don't particularly like, but it would just be family oriented with their kids in Glee Club and seeing Sam as a teacher basically.

so, I'm posting this to ask:

#writers #writing ideas #ocs #character concept #current wip #wip stuff #writeblr #writblr #writer things #glee #oc #next gen #fandom

[donny-novitski]

im so sorry everyone that follows me... when u get to the glee part of my queue its game over... i’m doing my yearly gleewatch rn and i’m back in the depths of hell. this show made me into the loser insane person i am today. and i’ve watched it every year since 2009 when it aired. i will never stop. bury me with my glee box sets bc i will never escape this shitshow of a shit show. it’s MY shitshow of a shit show

#text #this is just me rambling im sorry pls ignore #im so sorry but also not #i love u glee #for all ur terrible terrible writing and the crimes RIB committed against humanity #it made me the person i am today #it made me realise that everyone deserved a place in the world to love and be accepted #(like i always knew that but it was the first time i DEEPED that people were all different?? LMAOOO i was like omg gay ppl exist thats so #awesome they deserve love as much as the next people!! AND SO DO THEATRE KIDS♡) lmfaooooooo #anyway yeah as much as i hate on this show and will always hate on this show i am actually so proud to be a 1st gen gleek <3 a DAY ONE if #you will #and i will continue to close my eyes for everything post season 3.5 because it doesn't exist to me #<3 #me

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

do you know of any fics that exist in an au we’re the s4 breakup never happened? like blaine hanging out in the loft with rachel santana and kurt while he was still at mckinley in s4.

From a previous ask, where Blaine didn't cheat in season 4, we have these three below. However, most writers tend to follow canon that they broke up for some reason in season 4. ~Jen

The Secret About Blaine’s Cheating byMadPie

After reading everything I could possibly find, this is what I think actually think Blaine did that night with Eli, and this is how I believe how Kurt will find out.

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Loneliness Found Me by  CoffeeAddict80

Instead of cheating on Kurt, Blaine finds himself singing about his feelings to what he thinks is an empty auditorium.

~~~~~

Exhibit McKinley by @tonks42

AU Season 4. Living so far apart from NYADA student Kurt, Blaine decides to send his boyfriend a series of letters and objects to chronicle his senior year.

~~~~~

The Air in My Lungs By JButler

Kurt wasn't trying to be perfect, just honest.

~~~~~

Check the Season 4 tag for fix it fics.

Scenes During the Break Upby misqueue

A collection of vignettes set in season 4 across the time in which Kurt and Blaine are broken up. Not in chronological order. For the Klaine Advent 2013 challenge. Stories are consistent with my The Architects of Life canon ‘verse.

Note: Many of the stories have the friends-with-benefits tag.

~~~~~ 

There are lots of season 4 fics where Blaine hangs out with the newbies, Sam, Tina and Artie when they are split - Killerqueen80 on AOS writes some great stories.

Glee Gen Fictlet #2 Graduation Party By Killerqueen80

The remaining four seniors plan a graduation party, all of new ND and some of the graduates who have helped them at competitions and such are invited to attend. it ends up being biota 2.0. basically just shenanigans with former grads witnessing the drama free family dynamic the current seniors helped create.

~~~~~

If you want Blaine hanging with Kurt, Rachel and Santana, here are some that are set in season 5.

Drunk on You by flaming_muse

It takes Kurt three times to fit his key in the lock of the apartment’s door, partly because Blaine is swaying heavily against his side, a warm, drunk weight keeping him off-balance, and partly because the alcohol in his own system is making the lock swim just enough in the plane of the door that he can’t quite catch it.

Bushwick futurefic, set within the next year or so, after Blaine’s graduation, no spoilers past 5x03

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Bushwick Game Night by flaming_muse

Pictionary in the Bushwick loft is serious business.

Bushwick futurefic, set sometime in fall 2013, spoilers assumed through but not past 5x07 (“Puppet Master”)

#klaine fanfiction #fic finder #season 4 #seson 5 #fix it #canon divergence

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

I love that jordan fisher is like, the go-to for stunt casting on broadway, bc I love him and he can actually perform lmfao but something about how he plays roles....reminds me of darren criss. this is not an insult to either of them. I just feel like if there was a glee next gen or something jordan would be playing the blaine-equivalent role. just the very specific way jordan plays all his roles reminds me of darren idk do you understand me

#jordan fisher #darren criss #molly mumbles #lol #musicals #broadway

[lcnelyghost]

Hey if u don't mind, can u pls do an imagine with jpm where the reader is gen z and sometimes James has trouble relating to her/ him/them but he still tries? And also pls pls pls a part two of introducing James to modern music

Ps, ur writing is fucking incredible, and ur one of my fav tumblr blogs, take care sweets :) <3

yk, that last little comment really made me smile. i’m glad to know my writing actually interests people! thank you sm lovely <3

the fascination of our modern world//jpm

pairings; james patrick march, female reader

rating; pg!

warnings; none <3

Oh, where could you even begin here. Let’s just say, having a boyfriend from the 1920’s was occasionally difficult at times. Even though he had a thirst for taking the lives of the innocent, James was a total gem. A gentleman who would spoil you and give you everything he had. Everything you wanted!

But.. the poor dear had a hard time understanding how the modern world worked. He found it incredibly uncomfortable. Certainly quite confusing in many ways, though Mr March found a way to avoid being included in anything that involved this generation. That was until he met you.

Now, James was left to face the supposed joys of finding out about even more sources and objects that now existed in this world. If it meant trying to understand more about you, he’d clearly have to go right in and start learning.

***

“Darling?” James called. He could faintly hear someone singing softly in the sitting room of his suite.

Inspecting this odd noise, James proceeded to enter the sitting room, just in time to see you with you’re back turned whilst singing within the dead silence.

Mr March was quite confused that you were just randomly singing to no tune in particular. No music was playing, so he chuckled quite a bit at this current sight.

“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. But the very next day.. you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears! I’ll give it to someone special!” You sang with glee, you’re back still turned to you’re ghostly lover.

James smiled in awe but slowly made his way over to you and tapped you’re shoulder. He immediately flew back when you jumped in surprised, going on to giggle at his reaction.

“James! You gave me quite the fright. Is something wrong?” You asked.

James slowly shook his head. “No, no. Not at all my love. Just.. erm.. remember the record player I own?”

You furrowed you’re brows and looked at him funny, pausing the song on you’re phone as it was still blaring through the AirPods a tad bit too loud in you’re ears.

“Yes?”

“Well, i’m sure you are quite aware that you’re more than welcome to use it for some of the albums that belong to you. Don’t feel that you have to sing to yourself rather than the actual piece of music, dear. I know we all like a bit of singing to ourselves sometimes. But it’s better to join whoever may be singing in the song we like.”

You laughed at his slight confusion. “Oh James, you’re such a sweetheart. But I wasn’t singing to myself in pure silence..”

“You weren’t?”

“No. I was listening to my music through these,” You took the AirPods out of you’re ears and went on to present them to him.

He stared at them curiously, taking one of the small white speakers into his own hand. He inspected it before giving the AirPod back to you.

“Ah yes.. these are uh, something that connects to one of you’re electrical devices?”

You nodded and placed both of them in his ears, going back onto you’re phone and playing the song you were last listening to.

A grin began to spread across his face as he slowly tapped his right foot to the beat of the song.

“My my! This is quite the invention!” James beamed, his body now swaying slowly to the smooth sound of music.

You both laughed and you’re heart practically melted at his joy. Now usually, things like these utterly disgusted Mr March. He’d most likely say it was too loud for his ears or it hurt him. But perhaps now, you’re partner wouldn’t be so quick to judge.

***

“So, what do you fancy watching?” You asked James, searching on Netflix and Disney+ as you cuddled into you’re boyfriend further.

The two of you were comfortably sat in bed in you’re pyjamas. You’d taken James to bed a little earlier tonight, explaining to him that you wanted a ‘movie night’ or so you called it.

“Hmm, i’ll let you decide dear. Just maybe something that fits both of our tastes.” He said, twirling you’re hair around with his finger.

“Oo! How about Twilight?”

“Sorry?”

You giggled slightly. “Twilight. It’s a romantic movie. It’s about a vampire who falls in love with a human in high-school. And it becomes his job to protect her. He sort of stalks her a bit though. There’s also wolves in it! Maybe we could watch the full franchise!!”

James blinked at you, not knowing what to say. He eventually sighed and told you to put it on if that’s what you wanted.

Half way through you guys watching the full saga, James became bored and was just cringing at how there was too much going on. Far, far too much for his liking.

“Dearest, I think it’s time for me to settle down for the night.” He stated, faking a yawn and excusing himself.

“Aw, ok! We can finish it tomorrow.” You smiled sweetly, James only just smiled back before kissing you goodnight and rolling over. His smile fell shortly after he’d realised he actually had to finish these lot of movies tomorrow night.

***

“Mm, i’m feeling a bit peckish. Maybe we should have lunch now?” You said to you’re lover, rubbing you’re stomach as it growled loudly with hunger.

“Yes, I was getting ready to ask you that actually. Wait- where is Miss Evers?” James searched around the place but didn’t manage to find his loyal laundress, (and chef for that matter)

“I told her to go to the bar and enjoy herself for the afternoon. Don’t worry though. I’ll order us something in.” You pulled out you’re phone and went into Just Eat.

“Darling, I thought you said you gave her the afternoon off. How are we meant to request to her what we would like if she’s gone?” He frowned.

“I know, that’s why I said I would order it in.”

James frowned ever more. “I don’t understand.”

You sat down beside him, showing him what app you were currently in.

“Look, this app allows me to order food to the Cortez. I can text Liz to bring it up to us and that’ll be our lunch for the day.” You told him. He looked shocked and wildly fascinated at the same time.

“So.. you are able to get someone to professionally make us something to eat and they are willing to deliver it right here to the Cortez?”

“Yup.”

“Oh Darling.. when I said I had a huge dislike for the modern world.. I don’t think I meant it quite literally at all..”

***

hope y’all enjoyed this little imagine! it was quite fun to make actually :)

taglist: @v-love @cabin10hufflepuff

#ahs fandom #american horror story #ahs hotel #james march #james patrick march #evan peters #dandy mott #finn wittrock #evan peters ahs #james march x reader #jpm x reader #jpm #ahs imagine #ahs headcanons #ahs fluff #fem reader #female reader #requests #ahsfx #ahs season 5 #tate ahs #tate langdon #ahs evan peters #male character #ahs asylum #ahs murder house #ryan murphy #sarah paulson #lady gaga #the countess

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Part of Me

Ello! I wanted to slip this fic idea in, or maybe even headcanon, but C!Thomas taking care of his sides - a metaphor for taking care and being gentle with himself, because the sides are parts of him in a way - and bonding more with them. Thomas is very soft for these personified parts of himself. (The way his voice softens and he frowns, "Oh bud." and "I'm not gonna make fun of you, buddy.") In turn, the sides are more playful and interactive with their "host", sneak in a few cuddles and cat piles and movie nights because I vote Thomas should be able to hug his sides - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none

Pairings: gen

Word Count: 1662

It takes work to learn to love all the different parts of you.

    Thomas walks through the front door and sighs, taking off his coat and going to the couch. Patton's already there, his cat onesie pulled up over his head as he sips a hot mug of something.

"Hey, Patton," he says, sitting down too, "what're you drinking?"

"Oh, Roman showed me. It's warm milk with a little bit of vanilla syrup in it. Terrific stuff."

"Smells good."

"Mhm." Patton takes another sip. "Tastes delicious!"

Thomas watches him for a few more moments before sighing. "Are we gonna talk about what just happened?"

"Hm? What was that, kiddo?"

"What just happened," Thomas says patiently, "are we going to talk about it?"

"Oh, we don't have to! I think we're all clear on everything, no need to trouble yourself with it, Thomas."

"Patton," he says patiently, waiting for some of the forced glee to dissipate, "we should talk about it."

Patton's fingers twitch on the mug but he doesn't put it down yet. "I-if you want to, kiddo."

"I do." Thomas shifts, turning to face him a little more. "You know it's okay if they don't forgive him, right?"

"Of course I do! Forgiveness is earned, not bestowed, we don't need to go over that."

"But Patton, even if they never forgive him, that's okay too."

Patton turns to look at him. "It's—what're you talking about, kiddo? It's important to make amends. Especially if you do something wrong."

"Yes," he says patiently, "but that doesn't mean they have to forgive him. That's for them, not for him."

Patton takes a deep breath and sets down the mug. "I know that, Thomas, it's just...hard to remember sometimes."

Thomas chuckles. "Yeah, I know, buddy. You and me both."

They sit on the couch together for a second. The clock ticks. A car drives by outside.

"I don't like seeing them fight," comes Patton's voice, "I don't like it one bit."

"Me neither." Thomas looks over. "You want a hug?"

"…yeah."

***

"Okay, buddy," Thomas announces, striding into the empty classroom, "I'm ready."

Logan looks up from the front of the room and smiles, turning on the projector and standing. "Thomas. Right on time."

"Almost like I planned it."

"We…did plan this, Thomas, about two weeks ago."

"Turn of phrase, Logan." He sits and props his head on his hands. "Okay, so, the difference between classical mechanics and quantum mechanics?"

"Yes. Let's begin." He clicks a button and a grid appears on the screen. The vertical axis reads 'size,' the horizontal axis is labeled 'speed.' "Now, there are roughly four group of physics. The ones that we use most often are for large objects moving at relatively slow speeds."

"Slow relative to what?"

"The speed of light, denoted by variable 'c'."

"I see."

"Second—" Logan pauses and gives him a look for the pun— "is large things moving at fast speeds. Or, rather, speeds comparable to the speed of light. These are relativistic mechanics. Special relativity, general relativity, Einstein's more well-known contributions."

"Are these the ones they use in Interstellar?"

"Yes, actually. That movie is remarkably accurate when it comes to certain aspects of spacetime." Logan shakes his head. "Other things, however…"

"So what I'm gathering is that we shouldn't watch it next movie night?"

"No. No, we should not. You and I can watch it separately when you have eight hours of allotted time."

"Wait, hold on, there's no way it's that long."

"With how much I will want to explain it will be."

Thomas laughs and Logan cracks a smile, pointing to the next square.

"Now, quantum mechanics is the set of rules that applies to small things moving at relatively low speeds. These are what we would consider the majority of things in the universe, so quarks, leptons, et cetera."

"Wait, what's a quark?"

"Tiny pieces of matter, the ones that make up protons and neutrons and such."

"Wait, wait, there are things smaller than atoms? Smaller than those?"

"…perhaps we will need to extend this lesson."

Thomas just smiles as Logan begins to explain that yes, there are in fact very, very tiny things in the known universe. It's worth playing a little dumb if Logan can be this happy about explaining things.

***

"C'mon, buddy," he mumbles in Virgil's ear as he guides him to the couch, "you got one weighted blanket coming right up."

Virgil just clings stubbornly to his sleeve as Thomas drapes the blanket over him. He's pulled unceremoniously under it and between Virgil and the couch, struggling a little bit to breathe before resigning himself to his fate and hooking his chin over Virgil's shoulder.

"Can you see the door?"

"Yes. It's locked. Wait—did we lock it?"

"We always put the key in the bowl after we lock it. Can you see the key in the bowl?"

"Yes."

"Good. Can you see the window?"

"Yeah. We didn't draw the blinds. Anyone could see into the house. We should close them."

"Okay, let's go close them."

They get up—well, Thomas gets up and Virgil clings to him—and draw the blinds. Thomas shepherds them back to the couch and pulls Virgil almost into his lap.

"Where's the phone?"

"Your phone is in your pocket. Mine is upstairs."

"Good. You wanna try breathing with me?"

Virgil shifts and leans back against Thomas like an overgrown house cat. "Nah. 'M all good now. Just…needed to do that."

"No problem, bud. I'm right here."

"Mm."

"Uh…are you gonna get off my lap?"

"Nope."

"…at least put on something."

"There's a new blooper reel out."

"Sounds good."

***

"Shut the goddamn door."

Thomas quickly shuts the door and turns to the pile of blankets-and-snake on the bed. He sighs and walks over. "You cold, bud?"

The part of the blankets that is probably Janus's head glares at him. "No. I am doing this because I want to do this and not because I am being forced to by the elements."

"So you don't wanna cuddle?"

He doesn't even get time to process what's happening before he's being pulled under the blankets and very cold things are being pressed against his very warm and unsuspecting stomach.

"Yikes!"

"Shh," Janus hisses, "be quiet, space heater."

"You are freezing, bud, oh my god."

"I hadn't noticed. Now shush."

"Okay, can I just—" he moves one of the icicles Janus is calling hands to a different part of him— "okay. There."

"How are you so warm," comes the grumble, "'s not fair."

"You're cold-blooded."

"And we live in Florida. It should not be this cold."

"Shh, bud, it's okay." Thomas flails around a bit to find Janus's head and runs his fingers through his hair. "Just go ahead and steal all my body heat."

The snake hisses in contentment and a very cold nose presses itself to Thomas's neck. He hisses too and pulls him closer.

"Getting clingy, are we?"

"The sooner you warm up, the sooner there's not an ice cube on my neck."

"You're just lucky I've decided only two of my hands need to be warmed up right now."

That is a very good thing and Thomas is going to be quiet now.

***

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No, Remus, we can't just make everything in the living room green."

"But it would be fun!"

"For who?"

"Me, and that's all I care about right now because I'm bored!" Remus flops onto the couch and looks pleadingly up at Thomas. "Can we just paint it green? We can paint it back afterwards!"

"We don't have paint for all the colors of the things we'd need to paint, Remus."

"But we have lots of green paint!"

"But we don't have spare furniture."

"Sure we do!"

Thomas pinches the bridge of his nose. "I don't have spare furniture."

"Oh."

"But hey, why don't you let us into the rage room and we can paint everything in there green?"

Thomas barely has a moment to breathe before he's in the rage room, in the white coveralls suit, and a can of green pray paint in his hands. Remus is already cackling and painting—okay, he's not gonna ask what that object is, he's not sure he wants the answer.

"C'mon, Thomathy!"

"Bet I can cover the wall faster than you can."

"Bet you can't!"

***

Roman sometimes comes to him in the evenings. He'll knock on the door and wait politely for Thomas to open it.

"Hey, bud," Thomas says softly, "you want a hug?"

"If you wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all. Come in."

Somewhere along the line, when Thomas figured out what it meant that Roman was his Ego, he found out that Roman just likes to be held. Not necessarily for anything, just to have someone put their arms around him and stay there. He'd asked if it was the pressure or the warmth or something specific, but Roman had just shrugged.

"It's nice. That's all."

"Okay. I can do that."

Roman, for all his size and stature when they're filming, actually feels smaller when he comes to Thomas for things like this. He fits snugly into a hug, tucking his head under Thomas's chin, breaths puffing over his shoulder.

And it is nice. Just to have this moment of quiet.

Just him and his Ego, trying to figure out how to be.

Together.

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[weirdthoughtsandideas]

It's time to present my dcla next gen ocs!

I did a post like this yesterday, and then I was gonna reblog it and instead accidentally deleted it... SO, now we have to rewrite the entire thing :,)

So, since I have a few of these now, and some have appeared in some works, and will appear in future works I think quite soon, I think it's best that I present them to people.

Now, I imagine more characters/ships having children, however, I will only present the ones that I feel that I have established. So, for example, I imagine a ship having two children together in the future, but I have not established them at all. These are the ones that I have names for, plans for, and who has appeared or will appear in my works. Never say never that more than these will appear, though! These are just the ones I have right now!

So, we will start with the canon couples of Violetta. I have imagined how it would be like if several canon couples had children, but I have only established two of them.

Leonetta has one daughter named Isadora. It is very important for me personally that her name is Isadora, that is my headcanon and you might have another hc. Maybe her middle name is Maria.

Diecesca has one daughter named Diana. In a oneshot she appeared in, she was named Sofia, but I have since then leaned more into Diana.

Pablangie (while not endgame a canon ship nonetheless) has a daughter named Paula.

Now, as I am a multishipper, I also have some non-canon couples of Violetta.

Luty has a daughter named Stella. She was born in a oneshot, which is the only time I have ever written a birthing scene (despite when I did my glee s1 rewrite, but then it was a rewrite of a canon event so not really the same)

Franletta has three kids: Two daughters named Elina and Carolina, and a son named Oliver. Oliver is adopted, while Elina and Carolina both were born with donors.

I also have a bit of a special case. In every timeline, no matter if the canon couples or non-canon couples have kids, one thing will always be the same: Camila will be a single mother. Her kid is named Kim.

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For the Soy Luna characters, we’ll start with Jim and Yam.

I imagine them having two daughters. The oldest is named Lola, and the youngest is named Charlotte, "Charlie" for short.

Edit: I recently got Luna a little daughter, too. Her name is Lucia :)

Edit edit: Simbar kids!!! Lilith and Angelica!

So, there was not much there at all with SL. But there may be in the future! We will just have to wait and see!

And I might have some more for Violetta in the future as well. We'll see if I even can come up with something for Bia!

But I thought it was about time to at least list my current ones.

#violetta #soy luna #franletta #leonetta #luty #diecesca #camila torres #jim x yam #jimyam

[sohemotional]

What kind of music would Marco's band play?

If it's a band with him and his brothers, they'd probably play mostly pop rock and R&B/soul with some classic rock covers. His taste is a mixture of his moms'. He can definitely sing bubblegum pop/80s pop like what Brittany is into but he also has a good, powerful and raspy voice for R&B/soul like Santana. He probably gets more into classic rock because of his best friend Stella's influence. He likes how intense and fun classic rock is.

#Brittana son #Brittana babies #Marco Lopez-Pierce #Glee next gen

[thelakehq]

“i thought she was with you... didn’t you hear the scream?”

The Smythe family is known for their money, and they're known for doing things in style. Every summer they invite all their old friends from Lima, Ohio to their lake house and every summer is the same. Fun, romance and more. Two years ago though, the oldest Smythe daughter was found dead at the shore of the lake. No one knows what happened and Smythe family closed down the lake for investigation. Nothing was ever able to be discovered. Despite the investigation still being ongoing, Sebastian decided to open up the lakehouse once more for the families to come and enjoy themselves again. It certainly feels different, and there's a lot more to discover in regards to what happened that fateful night.

thelakehq is a glee next generation DISCORD roleplay, solely based around storytelling and character development surrounding the loss of a family member and friend. if you are interested please reach out for a link to the discord where you will find all the information you need to apply today.

#glee rpg #glee rp #glee roleplay #glee next gen rp #glee next gen rpg #glee next gen roleplay

[nerdasaurus1200]

For the Fall Drabble Challenge:

Arcane for Prompt #1: Pumpkin Carving

LOTR for Prompt #9: Corn Maze

Tangled for Prompt #6: Boo!

(Thought I'd give you some variety 😁)

Oooh this is gonna be so much fun!!

#1: Pumpkin Carving

“DIE GOURD SCUM AHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Jinx, no! Put down the gu-…Put down Pow Pow.” Caitlyn instructed, yelling to be heard over the gunfire. As soon as she started, Jinx stopped shooting and glared over at Caitlyn.

“Well, what else am I supposed to do with it??” She asked pointedly.

“I told you, you carve it.” Caitlyn explained for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Ahh gotcha. Where’s the knife?” Jinx asked, and Caitlyn could feel her blood run cold for a moment.

“No, absolutely not. No knives.” Caitlyn quickly said, and Jinx let out a loud exaggerated groan of annoyance.

“Oh wait! I got it!” She suddenly cried, “I’ll be right back!”

“Where are you going?” Caitlyn asked wearily.

“Don’t worry about it!” Jinx called back as she ran out of the room. Caitlyn willed herself not to jump at the streaks of shimmer trailing behind the young Zaunite. A few minutes later Jinx came rushing back in with….a giant laser?!

“WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT?!” Caitlyn shouted over the roar of the laser.

“Don’t worry about it!”

“HOW ARE YOU EVEN CARRYING THAT?!”

“Shinmer!” Jinx chirped happily. When she was done, Jinx stared proudly at the monstrous looking Enforcer etched neatly into the pumpkin along with a wild monkey face.

9- Corn Maze

“So Pippin is..lost..in this thing somewhere?” Aragorn asked.

“In the corn maze, yes.” Frodo explained, “He gets lost every year.” Aragorn nodded in thought, then made his way into the maze. Plenty of hobbit children had been through the mud of the maze today, so this would prove to be a bit more difficult than hunting for a stag in the woods. Luckily, he knew Pippin’s footprints quite well by now.

“You think he’ll find him, Frodo?” Merry asked.

“It’s difficult to say. Pip is quite good at hiding in there.” Frodo replied, “Remember last year, when he jumped over the stocks? We couldn’t find him for hours.”

“I found him.” Aragorn suddenly appeared, holding Pippin like a ragdoll.

6- Boo! (For context this one includes some of my next gen ocs. In this Ronnie’s around a year old, Atlas and Orion are 3, and Jericho is 13)

Varian fought the urge to growl as he heard the door of his lab in the royal palace open.

“Hugo, I don’t have time for another project.” He snapped, “As soon as I finish this I have to get home to help decorate the house.”

However to his surprise he didn’t hear Hugo clear his throat or speak in that annoying know-it-all voice of his. Instead he heard the soft shuffling of feet, as if someone was trying to sneak up on him. Varian turned confused and saw…

“A-A SNEEZEWEASEL!!” He cried, scrambling out of his chair. But then the Sneezeweasel began to giggle. With a flash of bright blue light the Sneezeweasel disappeared to reveal his boys huddled in a cloak. Jericho snorted, while young Atlas and Orion giggled in glee, and little Oberon (or Ronnie as they called him) was squealing in Jericho’s arms.

“Boo!” Ronnie cried out happily, “Boo! Boo boo boo!”

“Looks like you learned a new word today little buddy.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” Orion giggled, “It was-“

“Jerry’s idea!” Atlas finished proudly.

“The old Cloak of Retudnus, eh? Not bad.” Varian praised, “Were you looking for this in the vault, Jer?”

“No.” Jericho said, although his tone gave him away, “I did find it though.” Varian simply nodded but smiled at his son nonetheless. Jericho was hardly interested in magic, but did use it for a prank or two sometimes.

“You boys just about ready to head home?” Varian asked as he gently took baby Ronnie in his arms. The boys all nodded in unison.

“I can’t wait to murder those fiddlesticking pumpkins.” Jericho said, grinning with almost wicked glee.

“Yay, murder!” Atlas cheered, bouncing excitedly.

“Atlas…no.” Varian barely stopped himself from laughing.

#tts #rta #tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #arcane #lol #league of legends #lotr #lord of the rings #nerd answers #jinx #caitlyn kiramman #aragorn #frodo baggins #pippin took #merry brandybuck #varian #jericho #ronnie #atlas #orion

[theluckywizard]

WIP WHENEVER

I've been working on this pun battle for an upcoming chapter of my longfic In the Shattering of Things the last few days (after it sat stewing in my brain for a solid month). I researched by watching pun championships and got some help from fellow DAFF writers, @kiastirling, @bluewren, @nirikeehan and @warpedlegacy and finally it is DONE.

WC: 916

Rating and CW: Gen, puns and utter torment

Rose Trevelyan POV

Scene is they are on the road to Crestwood and trying to keep Rose entertained for *reasons*.

It's truly cringe, so proceed with caution below.

Excerpt:

On the second day I find myself sandwiched between Varric and Hawke who busily share tales of their exploits in and around Kirkwall, keeping my attention captive and forcibly restraining it from chasing misery for an hour or so. Hawke is eager to set the record straight for me, although Varric points out that his version invariably has significantly more panache.

“If Sebastian hadn’t had his bow trained perfectly on the Wyvern’s eye, Hawke wouldn’t have made it,” sighs Varric, the memory a twinkle in his eye.

"I remember it was an arrow escape!” says Hawke, a grin of pure triumph breaking across his face. As I drop my head back in amused torment, Varric’s head jerks side to side with sudden vehemence.

“Oh no. Oh no no no,” says Varric, a weak look drifting over to his best friend.

“Yes.”

“I… can’t.”

“You will,” says Hawke with certainty. “Topic: weapons. Go!” A sudden effervescence bubbles up inside me as my mind immediately grasps for the next play. I glance apologetically at Varric and then at Hawke and unleash my worst.

“This sounds like a sword spot between you two,” I remark, my smile twitching well into my cheek for the first time since we left. Hawke’s brows pop up and he grabs a fistful of his hair in shock and delight. 

“If you don’t fight back, Varric, she’ll pommel us both!” he counters, leaning around me to regard the dwarf. The energy shifts around the three of us, craning to put eyes on the brewing chicanery, muttering to themselves about how terrible it all is.

“Fine, fine. I’ll take a stab at it,” grumbles Varric, rapidly losing his grip on his smirk.

“And I shall saber the experience,” grins Hawke. I hear Cassandra’s rumble of agony somewhere behind me.

“Spear us your groans, Seeker!” Varric calls.

“Like the dregs of the worst theater company in Val Royeaux,” scoffs Vivienne into her horse’s mane. “Wordplay is the lowest form of comedy.”

“Cleave us alone already, will you? We love edgy humor!” gripes Hawke, hamming it up for the audience around him.

“Cutlass some slack, Iron Lady,” says Varric.

“Come Madame Vivienne, surely you enjoy wincing until your face hurts like the rest of us?” says Dorian. Vivienne merely lifts her chin, thinly veiling her disdain for it all with a distance gaze ahead. 

“Shield get used to it. Eventually,” says Hawke with a shake of his head, directing his obvious glee at me again.

“Oh, wipe that dirk off your face,” I swipe. He clutches at his chest dramatically.

“You stagger me, Lady Violet. You axe too much of me!”

“Amateurs. You’re making a mace of things,” calls Bull, glancing over his shoulder with a wide grin as he falls back to ride closer to the chaos.

“Terribull,” Hawke strikes back. “Truly Terribull.”

“Like I haven’t heard that one a thousand times before, Champignon. Weak jab.”

“True, but I still think I prefer Prose. Your punnery impales in comparison,” says Hawke.

“Thrust me, we’re all well aware of your preference,” says Bull with a laugh. Laughing, Hawke steals a pointed look at me that prompts a momentary surge of heat to my cheeks.

“It would be a greaves mistake to underestimate me, Bull,” I call ahead to him.

“Ha! Knife one.”

“Sad how you flail about for such low hanging fruit. You don’t haft to say them maul, for Maker’s sake,” Hawke says, his triumph provoking hollers and aching moans from the lot of us. He takes a slight bow over his horse’s ashen mane. “Shank you very much.” My laughter slips out at last, breaking free from the ache that hasn’t left my ribs since that awful morning.

“They’re words but they’re the wrong words,” mutters Cole, suddenly appearing at a jog alongside Varric.

“But they’re almost the right words and that’s why it’s funny, kid,” explains Varric.

“Hawke uses a lot of wrong words,” observes Cole. 

“A true rapier wit,” says Dorian, testing the waters, earning a cheeky grin of approval from Hawke and another exasperated sigh from Cassandra.

“Maker, don’t encourage them,” says Vivienne, believing that she and Dorian are a sort of team above it all. 

“Ah, you think you’ll cuirass of our affliction?” Hawke continues over his shoulder, his eyes practically glowing with delight.

“I’m not engaging with you,” she answers, fixing her eyes firmly on the road ahead.

“Don’t be bashful, Vivienne, it’s just a friendly gauntlet of sorts,” I say and my snort pops out so suddenly that I fail to clamp it under my hand, a joyful tear collecting the corner of my eye. Maker, I’ve needed this. 

Vivienne’s eyes flutter and roll.

“Ouch. A parry of puns no less,” says Hawke and my pained look is clearly the reward he seeks.

“Maybe we should claymore gently around her,” says Varric. Cassandra cries out in indignation.

“I agree. Perhaps we should break for lunge?” I inquire. And then we see it. The barest little twitch of the corner of Vivienne’s lips. We all trade sudden looks of astonishment.

“Let it be known that the Iron Lady smiles!” declares Varric. “At lowly wordplay no less!”

“An insect alighted on my cheek, nothing more,” she says, her smirk sneaking away from her again and the roar of approval is immediate. 

“Admit it, we’re pretty stunny,” says Hawke.

“Knife one!” shouts Sera, having listened to all of this and waited for her moment.

“Sera— just— no,” says Varric. “You never steal someone else’s pun.”

Tagging others for WIPs, even on this, the last day of the weekend!

@skyeventide, @effelants, @about2dance, @melisusthewee, @monocytogenes, @rowanisawriter, @smutnug, @breninarthur AND YOU

#dragon age: inquisition #the whole crew #dragon age fan fiction #very punny #pun battle #punnery #rose trevelyan #theluckywizard #in the shattering of things #sorry not sorry #i hope it hurts #i have descended into the comedy gutter #wip whenever

[randomingoftherandomness]

Fic: I know I love you

Tags: Gong Shangjue x Gong Yuanzhi, High School AU, Cousin Incest, Singer Gong Yuanzhi, Pining, Talent Show, Age Difference, Businessman Gong Shangjue, gonna add the underage tag just coz of the age difference

A/N: This is the song that got me back into Kpop. As a Gen 2 fan, I never thought I would ever get back into it once I left that group of friends who loved it as much as I did. But there I was, diving headfirst into Gen 4 Kpop and thus far, it's been great.

This is all to say that it's okay to be a fan of something. There's no age limit to be a fan and as long as you're not hurting anyone with your passion and enthusiasm, you're good :) If you needed to hear this today, there's always a place in fannish spaces for us older fans. No matter what other people might say x

If Gong Yuanzhi were to say that he didn't feel an ounce of nervousness, that would be a lie.

Sneaking a peek at the auditorium's crowd, he hears a loud cheer - definitely led by his cousin Ziyu, the absolute simp - when Yun Weishan's voice starts going into the chorus of that earworm of a song by Esther Yu. Next to him, he can feel Jin Fan pushing at his shoulder so that he can steal a glimpse of his other cousin Zishang who had partnered up with Yun Weishan.

He's surrounded by simps, he swears.

Turning back to where Jin Fu, Jin Fan's fraternal twin, is twirling his drums and this quiet dude they only know as Ah Yue is testing out the keyboards, Yuanzhi meets the latter's eyes and nods.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Yuanzhi huffs, fiddling with his guitar for the umpteenth time. Ah Yue takes pity on him and claps him on the shoulder. He doesn't even ask him the question he knows he wants to ask.

It's fine, Yuanzhi tries to reason. It's fine if he doesn't come tonight.

Logically, he knows that Shangjue gege is probably busy if not on another plane to another city to negotiate another deal to fatten up the family's coffers. More than that, he knows that Shangjue would have about a million things better to do on a Friday night than to attend some high school talent show just because half of the family's younger cousins are part of it.

Still, hope springs eternal. Even if reality is proving otherwise.

From where they stand at the curtained eaves of the stage, they can hear Yun Weishan and Zishang jie's voices bleeding into the final notes of their performance. It's show time.

"Deep breaths, yeah?" Ah Yue says, bumping fists with Yuanzhi as they step onto the stage to the applause of the audience.

They take their place as the emcees of the night announce their names and their class number. Breathing in deeply, Yuanzhi squints out at shadowed faces of the crowd, trying to quell the rapid-fire beating of his heart.

Positions himself at the microphone, he takes a deep breath, fingers pressing down on the opening chord.

I know I love you

Yuanzhi pours his heart into that opening growl. Behind him, he hears the guys start up on their instruments just like they'd spent hours and hours practising. Part of him wants to turn around, grin with glee at how cool this all is, but he holds on to what he needs to do.

In this world of zero, I know you're my one and only 

Try as he may, he cannot help his mind from turning to his gege. The lyrics of the song speak to a truth that his soul knows -- has known for a while now.

My life before you was a mess

Yuanzhi blinks and he can pick out Ziyu cheering him on in the shadows with a borderline maniacal grin. A warm sort of glow settles in his chest. This silly cousin of his...

He can’t help the grin of his own as he sinks his voice into the words. Adrenaline pumps through his veins when he hears Ah Yue’s voice harmonise with his own.

Now I can't stop thinking 'bout you, When I'm sinking alone

The beat kicks up. The drums start to pound through his chest and Yuanzhi closes his eyes as the guys all start singing together.

I know it's real, I can feel it

Yuanzhi feels free in the words of the song. Fingers strumming along as he tastes the way the crowd begins to cheer.

When he opens his eyes again, there he is. Standing in the back of the auditorium, haloed by the exit sign, but he’s here. In the shadows.

Yuanzhi can hardly believe it.

No.

He can’t bring himself to believe it.

I'm a loser in this game

For the longest time, Yuanzhi had trusted in the emotions that tells him he loves Shangjue gege like a brother. Fond and protective in a familial way, respect and admiration all wrapped into how Shangjue gege is so capable and strong.

There was always a thread of gratefulness, too, when Yuanzhi thinks about his emotions. Grateful that Shangjue took him in and practically helped to raise him.

If there was anyone who deserved his love, it’d be Shangjue gege.

All or nothing, I want all of you 

But emotions change.

And recently, Yuanzhi’s heart hurts whenever he thinks about how Shangjue is being expected to marry and have kids.

Even more so when he thinks of gege having someone to love and hold in that way. In the deepest darkness of the night hours, Yuanzhi can admit into the shadows that he wants to be the person that Gege holds and loves. Especially if it’s in that way.

I'm full of problems, love sick 

Yuanzhi keeps his eyes fixed on the shadowed halo on the fringes of the room.

Everything else fades away and he bleeds his heart and soul into the words. Meaning every syllable, every beat, every lilt and crescendo.

In some distant part of his senses, he can hear his band mates carry their own parts as they harmonise together. Yuanzhi doesn’t linger on them.

He keeps his eyes on his prize.

Say you love me, to the end of the world 

Logically, Yuanzhi knows it’s wrong.

If he ever verbalised the exact emotions he feels about Shangjue, chances are he’d be excommunicated from the family. He can imagine the looks of disgust and contempt; can see it in his nightmares.

He knows Shangjue gege can tell something is wrong, but how does one even begin to tell the object of your affections that you love them in the romantic way that begs to burn down any bridge that could cultivate it back into familiar familial feelings?

Loss of his gege is unacceptable. The only thing left for Yuanzhi is to sing it.

All or nothing, I give all of you 

The auditorium shakes with the force of the audience’s cheers. Ah Yue, Jin Fan, and Jin Fu all clamour around him to wrap him up in a hug before they take a bow to the standing ovation they receive.

Yuanzhi turns back to the spot in the shadow and has to kill the bud of disappointment that starts to flower. He doesn’t have a right to feel that way, no.

So, he accepts the applause with a smile, bows politely and jogs backstage where Zishang jie is squealing and pulling him into a rib cracking hug before she jumps right into Jin Fan’s arms.

“Are you alright?” Ah Yue asks, a hand on his wrist. Outside, the next group takes their place in the spotlight. Yuanzhi nods, moving quickly to where they’d stash their bags and cases.

He feels sick.

What was he doing thinking that Shangjue ge was even here tonight? More than that, what the hell was he even dreaming about that Gege would even understand that this song is dedicated to him?

He stuffs his guitar back into its case, snapping it shut and gathering his bag.

“I’ll see you guys on Monday ok?”

“Hey, where are you going?” Jin Fu frowns. “They haven’t announced the winners!”

Yuanzhi can only shake his head and plaster on a weak grin. “I…”

“He’s coming home with me.”

Yuanzhi thinks his soul jumped right out of him and into the underworld. Literal chills start breaking out down his spine when Shangjue gege steps confidently forward and wordlessly takes his school bag. Sliding their palms together, he tangles their fingers, guiding him away and out of the backstage area.

“Gege, what are you—“

“My Didi gave me a ticket to his school’s talent show. Did you think I was going to miss it?”

Yuanzhi wisely keeps his mouth shut.

Shangjue scoffs, weaving them through a sea of performers and their assortment of props and costumes. In no time, Yuanzhi is breathing in a lungful of cool, crisp night air, but gege doesn’t stop and he stumbles a little to keep up.

“Gege—“

“Get in the car,” Shangjue says, letting go of him to move to the driver’s side. When Yuanzhi doesn’t immediately follow, he turns, sighing. Coming back to Yuanzhi, he cups him by the cheek.

Running his thumb over his cheekbone, Gege purses his lips. “We need to have a conversation and I’d rather we do it in the car.”

Yuanzhi numbly tips his head, looking down on the asphalt of the school parking lot while Shangjue manoeuvres the guitar case off him and into the back of his Jaguar, and then shuffles him into the front passenger seat, buckling him in with a smooth practiced motion.

Panic and trepidation sits thick on his tongue.

“Where do you want to start?” Shangjue says over the hum of the car’s engine as he takes them out of the parking lot and into the main road.

“I don’t even know where to do that,” Yuanzhi admits. He starts to fidget with his fingers, stilling with a start when Shangjue gege takes his hand into his own again. Deftly switching lanes, Yuanzhi watched the streetlights wash over the dark interior of the car in measured intervals.

“You’re my Didi,” Gege says. “I’m your Gege. It’s as simple as that.”

The words twist something sour in his chest. It’s the undeniable truth and one he can’t even run away from no matter how hard he tries to.

“Yeah.” Yuanzhi mumbles. Squeezing Gege’s hand he makes to pull away, only for Shangjue to hold on tightly.

Shangjue’s eyes are focused on the road. Cool and calm as he safely merges the car into the evening traffic.

“Yuanzhi, once again you’re hearing and not listening.”

Not a little offended, Yuanzhi tries to pry his hand out of Shangjue’s only to fail miserably when his gege huffs.

“I know you love me.”

Yuanzhi blinks owlishly, brain shorting out at the soft smile that Shangjue gege sports when he inches the car forward.

“Did you think I wasn’t listening?”

“I didn’t know what to think,” Yuanzhi manages. Shangjue’s hand squeezes his thrice.

A gentle quiet settles in the hush of the car. It’s not unpleasant, more so when Shangjue carefully lifts their hands to his lips. The gesture sends a thrill down Yuanzhi’s spine, especially when he lets go only to change gears, then sliding their hands back together again.

“I was going to wait until you’re a little older to broach the topic. I didn’t…” Shangjue trails off, throat bobbing. “I didn’t want it to seems like I was pressuring you into anything…”

Yuanzhi feels his cheeks warm.

“You wouldn’t have—“

“But I would have.” Shangjue cuts with certainty. “You wouldn’t have been anything but willing and that’s what makes it dangerous.”

Carefully, with an infinite tenderness Yuanzhi was sure he could never pour into another person, Yuanzhi whispers, “And yet I would have loved you.”

Shangjue turns to him. “I won’t apologise for making you wait.”

“How long?”

Shangjue blinks, confusion colouring his brow. “How long?”

“How long do I have to wait?” Yuanzhi elaborates. “How long until you will be comfortable with… this?”

The laughter that bubbles up in the car makes him smile. His heart settles in the sound of it, then picks up again at the way Shangjue looks at him syrup soft with an intensity that Yuanzhi now has a name for.

“Get into your top choice for university and then we will talk.”

Yuanzhi smiles. “Do you promise, Ge?”

“All or nothing, Didi.” Shangjue replies easily, running his thumb over the back of Yuanzhi’s hand.

#gong shangjue x gong yuanzhi #my journey to you #my journey to you fic #gong yuanzhi #gong shangjue #gab writes stuff