#okay this is the third time in two days where something accidentally posted and it wasn't supposed to and i swear i just hit save

[rosalind-hawkins]

My YGO Hetero Ships: Part 1

Wanted to make a little post about my Yugioh hetero ships because I feel like I don't talk about them much. And then the post wasn't little, oh well. Mostly Trustshipping and Polarshipping rants.

Peachshipping is a bit of a foregone conclusion for me. It's intuitive and I think they work so well together and are good for each other. I use it as a world-filling background ship a lot because it's just so... obvious to me? And wholesome, don't forget wholesome. It's sweet, it's positive, it's healthy. I don't have a strong grasp on either character which is why I haven't written it, and I don't feel passionately about it, but I do support it.

Blueshipping was the very first ship I ever wrote in my very first fanfic ever, and while I do support the ship, I haven't written it since then. There is implied past Mizushipping in Rock Bottom, but Kisara still dies like canon, so tragic ending and Seth is rekt. Like Peachshipping, this one is a no-brainer for me, it just only exists when Kisara gets to live/come back, because otherwise it's pure angst and tragedy.

Trustshipping is in the future for a current unfinished fic but I haven't actually written it otherwise. Currently working on a one-shot wip with my husband for it though. This is one that I do feel quite passionately about because I think Ishizu is one of the few people that even has a chance at getting close to Kaiba, in terms of purely canonical characterizations. And in terms of non-pure canonical characterizations (aka the fun stuff), there's even more potential for passion and romance. I think they've both had to grow up too fast, take care of their little brothers, deal with abusive fathers, make difficult decisions, and be forced into a role that they didn't ask for/weren't ready for. There will be understanding, patience, and compassion there, mostly just from Ishizu but you get the idea. The dragon doesn't want to be tamed but gradually realizes the benefits of the arrangement. She's strong-spirited in a quiet way and she won't let Kaiba treat her poorly. People might think she's Kaiba's trophy wife at first, being exotic and beautiful, but I think she can absolutely hold her own with poise, class, and wit. Whenever she has to go to a snobby social event with him, people will gradually realize that he didn't tame her, she tamed him. Ishizu the dragon-tamer. He is her dragon, she is his queen. She's not a trophy wife, she's not a gold-digger. Neither of them are a prize to be won. This is a partnership, and if you ever disrespect one of them in front of the other, you will be flayed with their words. She will also absolutely have her own career in Egyptology/Archaeology which helps to discourage the conception that she married him for any reason besides her love for him.

Polarshipping is another one that I think I've only written once, and it was in the context of Ettushipping, but I stan it quite hard. I won't shut up about it anytime Mai and Joey are in a scene together when I watch Yugioh with my husband. ("Omg look at the way he smiles at her! And look at the way she looks at him! And OMG he would die for her, this boy is too pure!!") I think I've used it as a background ship before a couple times maybe? But I love their canon storyline together and their dynamic (and I can even appreciate what happens for them in Season Four, even though that season kinda ruins Mai and does her all kinds of dirty, Joey's determination to help her despite her turning on them, despite Tristan saying "you're better off letting her go because I don't want to see you get hurt again", is one of the sweetest things and Joey is such a puppy and once they finally get together, I hope Mai understands what a Good Boy she has and absolutely spoils him). I do feel strongly about them and I want to write them at least one-shot at some point.

#musings #peachshipping #blueshipping #mizushipping #trustshipping #polarshipping #ettushipping #might do a part two #seto kaiba #ishizu ishtar #joey wheeler #mai valentine #mai kujaku #kaiba seto #jounouchi katsuya #okay this is the third time in two days where something accidentally posted and it wasn't supposed to and i swear i just hit save #is there an issue with the app or am i just stupid

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ BEACHED! (OP81)

pairing: oscar piastri x f!reader

summary: after oscar saves you from an embarrassing accident on the beach, you accidentally go viral

warnings: cheesy humour, chaos

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yoursername shout out to australia, especially to the random dude in orange who saved my life from prematurely ending (note: waves in australia are brutal stay away if you can't swim)

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yourbsf NO FR SHOUT OUT TO KING I WAS TOO BUSY LAUGJING AND TAKING PHOTOS

yoursername I NEARLY DIED Y/B/F

yourbsf i was too busy giggling! your dream boy and first time he's seeing you is nearly drowning

friend1 Y/N DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS (6)

yoursername an australian?

user IS THAT OSCAR???

user oscar in papaya even on the beach… i fear he has no other clothes

user WHAT IS GOING ON

user NOT ME SEEING OSCAR TODAY AFTER HE SAVED A RANDOM GIRL FROM DROWNING?!?!

yoursername who tf is oscar

oscarpiastri hi! random dude in orange here

yourusername UM.

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1. treated the tour guide to lunch :)

2. note: don’t let an f1 driver drive the golf cart if you value your life. moments before i nearly died (again)]

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yourusername live evidence of the moment my tour guide turned on me

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user UHHHH

user oh so now they’re hanging out… i smell love at first sight

user NOT HIM DIVE BOMBING YOU????

oscarpiastri HEY i saved you again as well🙄

yourusername AFTER I SWALLOWED LIKE A GALLON OF WATER

friend1 @/yourbsf where were you during this murder attempt

yourbsf honey they don’t even know i’m here

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oscarpiastri best way to get used to the aussie waves is to just go for it☀️

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user okay when will an f1 driver save ME from drowning and fall in love (and then try to drown me on two other occasions)

user hahaha i think they’re just friends

user GIRL ^ look at what he just posted dedicated to her and tell me he’s not already obsessed

yourusername please stop trying to end my life i have a child at home

user UM

oscarpiastri a dog. she has a dog.

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yourusername australia i am in love with your food, your weather, and certainly your people. i can’t wait to come back one day🤍

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user ‘and certainly your people’ 🥹🥹🥹

user i knew she was only on holiday but why am i legitimately sad she’s leaving?

user why am i crying for people i don’t know

user is the shirtless man in the bg of the third oscar😳

oscarpiastri don’t be a stranger🧡

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yourusername puppy therapy

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user no oscar in the likes again :(

user he’s so fluffy

user my heart aches so bad i want her back with oscar

user no fr i’m hoping that they can meet up when he’s travelling again :(

yourbsf coming over for a cuddle (with you and charlie pup)

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user why do i feel like this is about y/n…

user i hope they still talk :(

user with the way they’ve been posting i don’t think they do :(

user sending you love oscar. you’ll smash next season🧡

user something definitely happened

user im guessing just summer romance that fizzled out now they’re both busy :(

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mclaren pre-season testing underway✅

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user did anyone see the interview he did on f1’s page?

user no what happened?

user they asked him about his winter break, and his smile faded so fast :/ then he just said he did a bit of exploring and moved the conversation on so fast

user god they. really fell for each other huh

user mclaren you have an opportunity to do the best thing. invite y/n to one of your races and reunite them please

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mclaren a special home race for oscar with even more special guests🇦🇺 #OP81

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user IS THAT… IS THAT CHARLIE PUP. IS THAT Y/N.

user DID MCLAREN TAKE OUR ADVICE

user IS IT FINALLY HAPPENING ARE MY LOVES REUNITING?

user IM HERE RN AND SHES DEFINITELY IN THE PADDOCK

user FOR REAL? HAS OSCAR SEEN HER?

user NOT YET BECAUSE HE’S BEEN IN PRACTICE SESSIONS BUT THEY FINISH SOON

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yourusername who said fairytales aren’t real

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user OH MY GOD ITS OFFICIAL

user i would like to thank mclaren

user why am i crying. i don’t know these people

oscarpiastri and in all 100 versions of the story, i’d always choose you

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oscarpiastri i guess i was the real race winner after all

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user THE CAPTION IM SOBBING

user can’t believe y/n went from nearly drowning to dating the internet’s boyfriend

yourusername can’t wait to have my life threatened by you for years to come

oscarpiastri okay nearly backing over you was an ACCIDENT

mclaren you’re welcome😉

landonorris when is it my turn

mclaren challenge accepted…

landonorris NO NO NO I TAKE IT BACK

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a/n: HIHIHI i hope this lived up to expectations omg. the snippet for this went crazy but i don’t know if this is good EEK

huge thank you to EVERYONE for all the love in my inbox and comments recently, i’ve had so much fun writing these smaus so it’s been great to see everyone’s thoughts🤍

this will most likely be my last one shot posted before christmas with not funny (didn’t laugh) being my first post afterwards, so i want to say a huge merry christmas to all who celebrate!!

and finally. thank you for 800 followers!!! merci du fond du coeur. ça représente beaucoup pour moi🤍🤍🤍

- giselle / zellie / gigi / elle / gi i havE SO MANY NAMES

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#f1 x reader #f1 #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri scenario #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri one shot #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader

[munsons-melody]

i got you, babe

summary: after a day from hell, eddie comforts you

pairing: eddie x female!reader

cw: none, just pure major tooth-rotting fluff + established relationship

recommended song: I Got You Babe by Sonny & Cher

word count: 1.9k 

a/n: all i want in life is to snuggle with eddie and watch indiana jones but alas it hasn't happened so i'm here to write about it

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i do not consent to having any of my works republished, translated, or posted to any other site except here. if you see my works anywhere but tumblr, it has been republished without my knowledge, consent, or permission.

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today was awful to say the least, calling it a day straight from hell was more like it. 

it started this morning when you woke up late, causing you to rush out the door, which you always hated, but it was even worse this morning when it was pouring rain 

one bad thing won't make it a bad day, you tried to reason with yourself

but boy, did bad things keep happening

after showing up to school late, wet, and cold, you tried to make yourself have a good day under the negative circumstances it started under

however, once you arrived at your math class, those hopes of making your own day better were instantly dashed when your teacher passed out your tests from the last class, seeing a giant red F on the top of your paper

nonetheless, you took in a deep breath and thought to yourself...

two bad things don't make it a bad day

but for a second time that day, your hopefulness was dashed away when your best friend and you started arguing during lunch about something as stupid as where to take prom pictures 

and after lunch dismissed, you told yourself for a third time that you were going to try and have a good day, but that was right before you accidentally stumbled on a small rock lodged in the pavement, tripping onto the concrete before you, scraping up your hands and knees

then after that, it was getting reprimanded by your teacher for being late, even though you were at the nurse's and had a note for it,

you lost one of your favorite scrunchies, and when you thought things possibly couldn't get any worse when you got home from school, your mom started yelling at you for not taking out the trash bins in the morning, causing there to be an overflow of trash sitting in your garage

you sped right into your room, tears threatening to fall, and you decided to distract yourself by working on the little bit of homework you had left, 

but the cherry on top of the worst day imaginable was when you realized you left the book you needed for the homework due Monday morning was still sitting in your locker, and you forgot to grab it as you left

you let out a frustrated sigh, burying your face in your hands, letting the hot tears flow

you stayed like that for a minute, before trying to take a deep breath in, thinking to yourself a way to make you feel better, and you knew of only one person to fix it... your boyfriend eddie

you had barely seen him all day since the two of you had conflicting class schedules and in the one class you had together, he decided to skip with Gareth and Jeff since it was the last period of the day anyways

you packed up some clothes in a bag, grabbed the few pieces of paper that was left of your homework, and walked out of your room, seeing your parents sitting on the couch watching some show 

"uh, Nancy and Robin wanted to have a sleepover at Robin's house tonight, is that okay?" you asked, hoping they would not question any further

it's not like your parents haven't met Eddie, they have, it's just your dad would go ballistic if he knew you were sleeping over at his house

"sure things sweetheart, be safe and have fun" your dad said nonchalantly and you smiled to them as their eyes diverted back to the television screen

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you finally parked your car right outside eddie's trailer, furiously wiping tears away that kept falling during your drive

you thanked your lucky stars that your blurred teary vision didn't cause a crash

you tried to control your breathing but it was hard, the lump in your throat increasing in size by the second 

you grabbed your bag and walked up to the door, knocking lightly

the door opened and saw a smiley Eddie, he must've recognized your car when you pulled up, you assume

"hey baby I was just about to call you and come over," he said and kissed your cheek

you turned to face him when he saw your teary red eyes and his expression immediately changed

"oh, are you okay?" he asked sweetly, putting his arm around you and bringing you inside, shutting the door behind him

he took your bag and started down the hall to his room, and you followed

he threw your bag on his bed when he turned to face you, "c'mere" he said, and wrapped his two strong arms around you 

as he held you, you started to cry again, half from the frustration of the worst day and the other half from finally being held in the loving arms of your boyfriend

he held you close as the sobs racked your body, stroking your hair and slowly swaying from side to side, almost as if he was rocking you

you stayed like that for what seemed to be an eternity, when you felt the tears slow and your breathing return to normal, and you continued to stand there in his arms, not wanting to break away

you breathed in, your nose inhaling his mix of musty cologne and cigarettes, which was your favorite scent in the whole world

he gently pulled back so he was able to see your face, when you looked up at him, puffy red eyes, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks

he gently caressed your face, kissing your forehead

"what happened sweet girl?" he asked softly, as if not to make you cry any more than you already had 

you wiped the tears that had been sitting on your cheek

"i've had the worst day" you started, feeling your eyes start to well up again

"i was late to school, i failed the math test that i was so confident on, i had a fight with lisa about where to take stupid prom pictures, i tripped and skinned my knee, ms o'donnell yelled at me for being late even though i was in the nurse's office, and i lost my favorite scrunchie and then my mom yelled at me about not taking out the trash on time, and on top of all that i forgot my book for the homework that's due Monday morning in my locker" you ranted

eddie looked at you with sympathetic eyes, nodding understandingly at your frustration, wiping the tears that started to fall again and you sniffled 

"sorry" you muttered out, and he chuckled "for what baby? if anything the universe should apologize to you for making you go through all that hell" he squeezed you tighter

"how about this, Monday morning ask to retake the test, and tomorrow, call lisa tomorrow about the pictures, i'm sure you two will work it out cause c'mon, they're stupid locations to take a picture," he started, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear

"i'll get you a new, and better scrunchie, better than your last one, it'll be the most amazing scrunchie you'll totally forget about your other one" he joked, and a smile tugged at your lips 

"as for ms o'donnell, you know she can be a bitch but lets face it, that's what happens when you become a cranky old cat lady," he joked again, causing you to giggle 

"there it is, that's my beautiful girl" he beamed, before taking your hands in his and bringing them up to his lips 

"as for these," he said, kissing the scrapes on your hands from where you tried to catch yourself in the fall 

"i think kisses should be the remedy" he continued, kissing all around your hand and your arm causing you to giggle even more and inciting a smile to tug on his face

"and lastly, you can borrow my textbook for the homework" he said, enlacing his fingers with yours

"so don't stress sweets, i got you babe... i love you y/n" he locked eyes with you, and leaned in to give you a soft, sweet kiss that sent the message he just told you

he was there for you

you both pulled away from each other, foreheads pressing against one another, his genuine concern warming your heart

"i love you too eddie" you said and you both smiled

you nuzzled into his neck, and he continued to hold you, gently stroking the back of your head

"how about tonight we watch movies and sit around, and get fat" he joked and you smiled 

"what movie were you thinking?" you questioned as he started to gently sway the two of you side to side

"i snagged both Indiana Jones movies from Family Video earlier today if you're interested" 

you couldn't help but smile at the suggestion as you loved those movies

"that sounds perfect, actually" you admitted

he kissed you once more before leading you to his kitchen, hand in hand

you started popping the popcorn as eddie went into the living room, and you were glad that wayne left a little earlier to the plant for his night shift so you'd have the tv and couch to yourselves tonight

as you turned into the living room with a bowl of popcorn, some drinks, and some other random snacks you found, eddie had already set up the movie, his thoughtful gesture not going unnoticed

you settled onto the couch with him, and as the film began, the tension in your shoulders started to fade away

throughout the movie, eddie made occasional comments that had you chuckling, despite your earlier frustration and sadness

his infectious laugh and witty remarks managed to lighten the heaviness in the room. it was as if he had a natural talent for lifting spirits

during one particularly intense scene, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness resurface

sensing your change in mood, eddie paused the movie and turned to face you

"hey, I can see something's bothering you again," he said softly. "do you want to talk about it?"

you took in a deep breath, "i feel like such a loser for crying in front of you, i normally can handle my problems and i didn't mean to explode on you like that" you explained, feeling guilty for not being able to handle your own emotions - feeling like it made you look weak

eddie reached out and gently squeezed your hand, offering reassurance. "baby don't ever feel like you can't unload on me, i love being able to help solve your problems and make you happy, never ever feel ashamed to tell me whats going on"

his words washed over you, soothing the ache in your heart. it was a simple gesture, just doing the good boyfriend deed of wanting to solve your problems, but the genuine care in his eyes made you feel understood and supported.

you spent the rest of the movie talking, laughing, and enjoying watching Indy fight all the bad guys. eddie's presence and kindness acted as a balm to your weary soul, providing the solace you desperately needed

by the time the credits rolled on the first film, your spirits had significantly lifted

as Eddie prepared to get the next movie, you stopped him from getting up, hugging him tightly, gratitude swelling within you. "thank you, eds. i can't express how much you meant to me. You turned my whole day around just by being with you" you admitted

he returned the embrace, snuggling in close, his voice warm and sincere. "i vow to you till the day i die- and even in the afterlife, i will always make your bad days better, i promise you..."

and with those comforting words, you passionately kiss him, his lips providing you warmth and hope for a better day tomorrow

after he switched the movie to Temple of Doom, you cuddled into his chest, and couldn't help but feel blessed to have such a caring, beautiful boyfriend, ready to provide comfort whenever you needed it most and you fell asleep, snuggled into eddies chest

fin.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie blurb #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson angst #munsons-melody

[honeysuckleharringtons]

just steve harrington being so selfless and not taking time for himself melting into a puddle if the reader or you or y/n (idk which one to put 💀) just asked him if he was okay a lot (I do that 24/7, this is purely self indulgent) and the many times he said yeah and the one time he said no :(

i was originally gonna do a full fic style blurb on this but words have been very hard for me lately so i'm just gonna do a text post about this! hope you don't mind 🫶🏻

warnings: reader is sorta implied to be fem!reader, allusions to steve being treated not so well by his parents as a kid, part of this does mention some upside down violence, tiny mention of food, no use of Y/N, lmk if i missed anything!

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I imagine the first time it happens is probably in gym class when you're younger.

You accidentally hit him right in his pretty lil face with a dodgeball ☹️

And Steve being Steve insists he's okay because "I get hit all the time in basketball and football. I've broken bones and nearly busted my teeth out. A lil dodgeball never hurt anyone."

But you can tell he's hurt.

Whether it's him that's hurt or his bruised ego, you can't really tell.

But some part of him was clearly hurt.

more under the cut!

The second time it happens is when you get paired together for a study group during senior year.

Steve struggles with a lot of subjects, but math is probably his worst.

And it's not like he doesn't want to get better, his parents just never sat down at the table and helped him with anything growing up, and when his nannies told his dad about his report cards, it didn't end very well ☹️

But math is the one he's always had the hardest time with.

So when the two of you get paired to study for the calculus final, you can almost immediately tell he's struggling to understand the questions on the example sheet.

At one point, he just kinda places his head in his hands and groans into his palms.

And you're just kinda like, "Hey, you okay?"

And again, Steve is never one to admit defeat.

"I'll be fine. Can you just help me with question four?"

Surprisingly though, after just a few nights of studying together, you become sort of reluctant allies.

He surprisingly excelled in human biology, which you did not. So, the two of you helped each other where you could.

And then it happened a third time, during the summer after you'd graduated.

Steve had had a rather unsuccessful time trying to flirt with the ladies that often came into Scoops Ahoy.

This day had been no different.

He'd really tried his hardest to get the beautiful ginger in front of you to go with him to the movies on Friday.

But she and her friends just moved along, double-scoop ice cream cones in hand, back to their shopping.

"You good?" you asked, nearly on the verge of laughing, as you stepped up to the counter.

"Oh, yeah, sure," he answered sarcastically. "Just a little bruise to my ego. That was definitely the first time any lady has turned down this beautiful face."

Part of you, though, was hurting. Hurting that, even though you were right in front of him, he'd never bothered to look at you that way.

The fourth time it happened, you really started to question everything you thought you knew about Steve.

Somehow, despite being back in town for a total of two days, you'd gotten roped into something to do with some evil dude named Vecna.

And for once, after everything you'd learned since arriving back in Hawkins for spring break, Steve was the one asking if you were okay.

Also for once, one of you was answering the question truthfully.

However, in the week that followed after, even in the midst of alternate dimensions and weird mutations of bats, you'd learned that Steve might have been causing his previous lady problems on purpose.

And when you saw the painful expression he sported as Nancy Wheeler was reunited with her boyfriend, your own heart shattered all over again.

Still, if there was one thing you were, it was a good friend to Steve.

So, you pulled him aside and asked those three little words.

Steve simply ran a hand through his disheveled hair with a slow nod.

But you could tell he was nearly at the point of breaking.

And the time when he finally answered truthfully, he really did break.

You'd drove with him to the hospital to check up on Max Mayfield, who somehow he'd became friends with despite the age difference.

The room was dead silent, other than the annoying buzzing coming from the lights.

You finally gave him a good once-over as he sat at Max's bedside—his messy hair, his pale face with newly acquired purple spots under his eyes, a small cut under his lip.

And for the first time since you'd known Steve, you watched as tears formed in his eyes.

You were quick to rush over to the other side of the bed, your hand splaying across his back and rubbing soft, small circles against his frame.

"Steve, I know this is a silly question to ask, because we both know the real answer, but seriously, are you okay?"

He knew he couldn't hide. Not any longer. So, he simply let the walls come down, croaking out a small, "No," through his flood of tears.

After crying into your shoulder and allowing himself to finally let go of everything he'd been holding in for all those years, he just simply held you.

Finally, after explaining everything—from the reason why he never told you about the Upside Down, to why he'd used Nancy and all those girls as a distraction from the person he really wanted—he just grabbed your face and kissed you. A sweet and tender kiss, not a desperate or lustful kiss, but a longing one—one he'd waited much too long to give you.

And somehow, even in the midst of all the bad stuff, even in the midst of Steve finally breaking, the two of you could finally find a way to maybe, just maybe, be okay for once. ❤️‍🩹

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @ducky-died-inside @awkotaco24 @liberhoe @princesseddie @aftermidnightwriting @manuosorioh @esoltis280

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[callmehere-iwillappear]

rec list (last updated: 10/22/23)

aka 'if you liked [cmh] you might also like [insert other really good fic here]' bc there are So Many amazing fics out there good lird

few things. first off if you see a disaster twins bias no you don't. second i tried to find all the authors' tumblrs but there were some i couldn't - if you know any of the ones i missed let me know!

aaand third, there are just. SO many good fics i ended up splitting things up. this is the rec post for multi chapter fics, here's the one shot rec post

Multichapter Fics

Complete

A Twin Thing (@minumi-chan)

Four times Donatello rejects Leo's notion of them being twins, and the once (and future) time he embraces it.

GOD THE TWINS EVER.... funny in parts but also hurts in the best possible way and thankfully has a happy ending to soothe the pain. i literally love them so much

Because We Could Not Stop For Death (@turtleinsoup)

After Leo dies, Donnie builds an android of his twin. After Leo dies, he comes back. He does. And Donnie will not ever let him go again.

very very very very VERY heavy please mind the warnings but god. god. another take on the 'leo dies in the prison dimension' concept that btw WILL make you cry. like a lot. absolutely incredible study of grief. i am never going to be the same person after reading this

coming right on back for you (@taizi)

Rise!Mikey’s portal in the prison dimension takes Leo a little bit farther than he meant for it to. 12!Mikey finds a familiar-looking stranger.

soooo full disclosure i haven't actually watched 2012 tmnt. that said even without that, this fic rules. incredibly soft and heartwarming. i love them

Corrupted Upgrade (@dandylovesturtles)

His brothers think they don't need him anymore? Well, fine. He doesn't need them either. The old Donatello is gone. He'll build a new one. One that will make them regret they ever threw him aside. Building things is what he's good at, after all.

i can't say too much without spoiling the twist, but oh MAN guys it's real good. come get your donnie hurt/comfort juice rn. also for a hurt/comfort fic it has NO RIGHT being so funny so often

Dimensions Apart & Home Again

"Who said I'm hiding?" Leo scoffs. Normally he wouldn't take such a sharp tone, but he's tired and not in the mood for what he feels to be an interrogation in his own bedroom. "You all know where I am. I live here, remember?" “Yeah, very funny. And you know where we live. But nobody's seen you for two weeks.”

ooohhh post movie hurt/comfort my beloved... leo is isolating and donnie kicks his ass. metaphorically. mostly. meanwhile raph and mikey are also having a certified Bad Time but it's okay they all get comfort by the end

Havoc, Thy Name is Donnie

Donnie accidentally turns himself into a child while experimenting with mystic power. It's cute until Donnie gets his hands on his older self's tech and then it's really uncute and Leo and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. are having a heart attack.

child donnie is an absolute MENACE and it's INCREDIBLE. terrorizes leo. terrorizes shelldon. terrorizes some random criminals. terrorizes april. terrorizes draxum. all in the course of a single day. 12/10

how to get very good at juggling (@radishhqueen)

The Krang invasion put a couple of things in perspective for April. One of them was how much she wanted her parents to meet the Hamatos. The only difficult part is…getting her parents to meet the Hamatos.

the turtles meet april's parents! it goes... about as well as can be expected. REALLY good april centric post movie fic

little kid with a big death wish (@remedyturtles)

Leo's mind rebelled against the sensation. The heaviness burst into awareness, body, limbs, lungs, blinking. The middle distance he'd apparently been staring in focused. Leo was awake. Leo was aware. Leo was alive. Being alive wasn't something he thought he'd be.

genuinely don't think i could ever recommend this fic enough. mind the warnings as it does get very heavy but. god. idk how to express how much this fic means to me in just a few sentences but like. you'll understand if you read it (also for. an actual summary: post movie recovery fic with a side of extra leo)

Nothing Haunts Us (like the things we don't say)

The boys learn the hard way that truths can hurt. Well, some of them.

truth spellllll you love to see it! lotta post movie angst + some good comfort at the end + bonus the boys actually being emotionally vulnerable and talking about their issues (even if it's not 100% by choice)

Trial and Error (@apatheticrobots)

Leo ends up in the past. This changes some things.

YES the healing (well. eventually).... big fan of the leos' dynamic in this one. also that One Scene (the one with the animatic. if you know you know) gives me goosebumps EVERY time good god

Unfinished business

When one dies leaving something undone, there's a belief, that they do not go gentle into that good night. They linger on until they've finished what they couldn't while alive. And for four turtles, that business is using the Poltergeist movie as inspiration.

bad future ending but make it HILARIOUS. tldr the future turtles haunt the SHIT out of the krang. that's all i'm giving you because that's all you should need. they fucking rick roll them. please

Use Only For Intended Purpose (me!)

That's probably not how mind melds are supposed to work.

sorry for reccing my own fic do you still love me /j BUT FR if you like post movie disaster twins hurt/comfort with a side of dream sharing. i got u

Where in the World is Neon Leon?

Leo practices portalling on his own. This is not a good idea for many, many reasons.

set over the course of the show + the movie! aka leo trying so so hard to be seen as reliable and getting incredibly fucked up over it. also making new friends

write this down on my headstone (it wasn't what i hoped for) (@bottledovercast)

it’s as he drifts listlessly through the cold-as-shit hellscape that leo’s willing to admit, maybe this wasn’t what raph meant. aka: i do not believe for one second that there were No Problems in between getting leo out of the prison dimension and the final scene of the movie.

i genuinely do not know how to do this one justice with words. it's written impeccably and the hurt/comfort is just. chefs kiss. please read it (+ has a sequel now that's also absolutely incredible!)

In progress

At My Worst (@teainthesnow)

Future Leo ends up back in time, stuck in the body of his younger self, who is still conscious but trapped within his mind.

genuinely LOVE this concept like there's a lot of (really good) future leo goes back in time fics but i'm pretty sure this is the only one i've read with them sharing a body? god the dynamic is. SO good. one of my fave future leo + present leo dynamics ever tbh. just. chefs kiss

I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good (@dandylovesturtles)

Leo is cursed by a mystic whatever thingy. But don't worry guys, he's totally got this! Getting back into his body? Easy peasy. (He hopes it will be easy peasy.)

will smith poses fellow ghost(ish) leo fic my beloved! ngl this one kinda has a special place in my heart so i May be biased BUT even aside from that it's just. so good. the premise is so interesting and it's written super well and in character and also i would like to give leo a hug PLEASE GOOD GOD

I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? (@tangledinink)

When Hamato Yoshi is presented with the chance to return to the surface with his sons and give them a 'normal' life as humans, he takes it. He didn't think that they would forget about that whole turtle thing. But it seems kind of too late to tell them now. Surely they won't find out any other way, right?

human au! ... kind of. actually brooches au but they THINK they're human which is fine until, y'know, it's not. currently in the 'not' part of the fic and it's just going really great for everyone! you love to see it

In Which Donnie and Leo Make Themselves Everyone Else's Problem in an NYC That Isn't Even Their Own

It was a huge mistake on the Kraang's part to kidnap the wrong half of the wrong set of brothers and leave behind two very worried twins. And not just any twins. The disaster twins.

another crossover with 12tmnt which. again i have not seen, but like. this fic is just. REALLY good. it's set pre movie so there's not that trauma, it's literally just the twins fucking the 12 kraang up and living up to their nickname while the 12 turtles (and rise mikey and raph) look on in horror

i think i would prefer the prison dimension (@purplecatghostposts)

Leo gets sent to the Kraang Apocalypse Future that he really didn’t want to think about. Future Leo, Mikey, and Donnie are absolutely baffled by him. Nobody is happy.

you've heard of future leo in the present, now get ready for: present leo in the future! he gets dragged into the apocalypse instead of getting pulled out of the prison dimension back to his brothers and boy he is, understandably, Not Thrilled!

Last Grain of Sand in the Hourglass (@last-hourglass)

The one where the Hamato family is freaking the fuck out, Leo is lost in the Prison Dimension, and a very-time-displaced Leonardo refuses to leave his younger self behind. (Oh, and there may be some mystic hauntings afoot. You know, the usual result of messing with the space-time continuum.)

future leo gets saved while present leo stays in the prison dimension! there's A Lot going on in this one and half of it is BIG spoilers but just. oh my god. this shit is SO well written i am eating it

Mikey's Jam-Packed, Guaranteed to Get Donnie's Memory Back, Friendship Tour!

Donnie wakes up without his memory one day and everyone panics. They're just going to have to jog his memory the old-fashioned way! Through the power of friendship! [And a small (I was wrong. A very large) degree of violence and shenanigans]

donnie gets amnesia and SO SO MANY shenanigans ensue. also a tiny bit of angst but it's fine

Minor Interference (@bambiraptorx)

The turtles accept Draxum's offer to train them. Little does he know that they're only going to use it mess with him.

haha draxum accidental dad moments... well okay not entirely just yet but he's getting there! the turtles are PEAK teenager literally just causing problems on purpose and it's incredible

Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis (@mutantninjamidlifecrisis)

In the midst of attempting to make peace with his death at the hands of the Krang, Master Leonardo is suddenly yeeted over two decades into the past, courtesy of his little brother.

YEAAHHH another future leo fic! mans gets dropped into the past and IMMEDIATELY kidnapped and brainwashed so things are going great (it's fine he gets better. you know how it is)

odd man out (@threestripeslider)

The one where Future!Leo somehow managed to luck out on a one in a million mere millisecond chance of a freak glitch in the space-time continuum that sends him back into the present, where the Invasion has been successfully driven back. And it looks like it was a one-way ticket travel.

DAD FUTURE LEO MY BELOVED.... he really took one look at these kids and said is anyone else gonna give them a third (3) dad and did not wait for an answer. also big fan of casey's high school adventures LMAO

Power Up

Leo also gets healing hands like his 2k12 counterpart. Sadly, they end up backfiring on him. Who needs to know though?

leo taking 'it's not about me' to the extreme. good god please get this kid some therapy and self worth. the AGONIES

The Lemonade Leak (@turtleinsoup)

The one in which Leo can’t sleep without his swords, because there is a monster in his room, pretending to be Donnie.

oh man. oh MAN. legit one of my fave fics out there. i'm not usually a big thriller person but this one GETS ME + the way the author writes the different perspectives is just. chefs kiss. genuinely has me on the edge of my seat every single update

The Neon Void

Five years. It's been five years. Hamato Leonardo was back. But he was no longer who he once was.

krangified leo! ... sort of. absolutely delicious angst and also i want to rattle leo's brothers. TALK TO EACH OTHER

Three-Sided Coin (@leglessstreetlights)

Highly self-indulgent fic where I put Leo, Future!Leo, and TurtleTot!Leo in the same room until they hug

what the description says! room is a bit of a stretch and present leo is fresh out of the prison dimension So There's That. some really sweet moments in this one though. tiny leo my beloved

this year we lost our dear brother leonardo

The aftermath of the Krang, and of pulling Leo out of the portal. 90% comfort and silly banter.

this is a series not a single wip but i'm saying it counts because i love it a lot. hope this helps <3 yeah what it says on the tin. immediately post movie family hours you love to see it

Times Five

Leo gets struck by a mystic beam that splits him into five parts of himself; literally.

god the TWIST. still losing my mind over it. the whole thing honestly. lotta dealing with leo's complicated emotions about the invasion and himself, really really good tbh

Write Me Well, My Love, Write Me Weird

When stories start popping up on various media outlets of the Turtleman, New York Cities own personal cryptid, most of the world shrugged. To the citizens of New York? fear, excitement, adoration for this odd and lovable creature. Everyone is quick to share stories and memories of their encounters, much to lament of Turtleman's older brother.

leo and donnie get spotted by humans (more than once) and said humans post about it on social media, as humans tend to do. raph is Not Thrilled. angst (and eventual comfort) ensues

#talk tag #fic recs #sorry abt my commentary i am NOT a film critic and there IS a reason for that </3 #kinda bounced between summarizing and just. going 'eating this eating this' and shit like that. u know how it is #anywayy read these fics. holding you all at gunpoint /j #not fic related #MAYYY update this and the other post bc there are 100% some i missed. just went through my subscriptions and marked for later and bookmarks #but i def feel like theres some i missed somehow. augh #but i dont wanna sit and stare at this forever agonizing over if im forgetting any SO. just shoving it at u all. enjoy

[send-me-a-puffalope]

Take two because tumblr deleted my entire goddamn essay of a post— so um I did a bad thing (LONG POST INCOMING)

Okay, so I accidentally came up with a FNAF movie AU where William is the Bruce Wayne but evil of Afton Industries, Vanessa is his heir, and Mike is new to the city and just landed a job as one of the Afton Industries henchmen.

Mike quickly realizes something is up because all the other henchmen around him are acting Abnormal™️ as in, they feel almost drained of their humanity (they all wear animal masks, Mike’s is a fox). His first day, the other henchmen that joined the same day, Jeremy, was super friendly and talkative— only to find that the man had gone completely silent, only speaking in affirmation to orders or replying with very rudimentary yeses and nos. The only other “henchman” who seems to be unaffected by this is a blonde woman in a bunny mask, who he quickly befriends because What The Fuck. We’re the only normal ones here. This is weird as shit right??

What Mike doesn’t know is that that henchman, Vanessa, is the reason he isn’t under the same mind control the others are under. In fact, she isn’t technically a henchman at all. She’s there to keep an eye on the third wave of the latest Afton project to confirm that the product, mind control chips attached to the animal masks the henchmen wear, are working as planned (as a parallel to the animatronics in the FNAF movie being controlled by William). This is all leading up to the end of the week, where Afton Industries is throwing a giant Gala with one plan in mind: to use the mind control chips to give William control over all of the city’s elite.

But Vanessa doesn’t agree with William’s plan, instead fucking with the least eye catching henchman’s chip (Mike) so that he notices something is up. And he does. So they become close, even getting to know each other outside of work because neither of them really had a friend before. When he first sees Vanessa’s face, all that registers in his head is huh. she looks kinda familiar. but he doesn’t connect the dots because he’s new to the city and doesn’t keep up with the rich elite because why would he (plus perhaps Vanessa can pull a superhero disguise and wear glasses or some shit 💀💀💀).

Vanessa inconspicuously seeds information to Mike about how the henchmen are being mind controlled and leading him to make the conclusion that that mind control is being extended during the ever impending Gala at the end of the week. They come up with a plan to kill the main server hub of Afton Industries to break the mind control of the henchmen + prevent the city’s elite from falling under William’s control. But there’s some underlying tension because Mike is completely open about his life and even introduces Vanessa to Abby, his little sister who he basically raised, but he catches on that Vanessa always seems to know a little too much about the ongoing of Afton Industries. Worse still is when he catches Vanessa lying about her past/life as her stories start contradicting each other. He starts realizing that he really doesn’t know anything about Vanessa but she begs him to give her just a little more time and then she’ll explain everything.

Vanessa planned to feed Mike code words instructing him through their plan through their comms so that to others, it just sounded like a normal conversation. Vanessa promises him that even if the plan goes awry, she’ll make sure he’ll be okay. He doesn’t question her how.

The day of the Gala comes around and Mike finds himself conveniently positioned right where he needs to be, in the main lobby of Afton Industries, as security. This is where the Welcoming Ceremony was taking place, introducing the hosts and inviting all the guests to the reception.

But as Mike starts panicking because Vanessa isn’t responding through her ear piece, he hears a familiar voice from the balcony of the lobby. He looks up and makes eye contact with his only friend: Vanessa. It dawns on him then that that was the reason for all Vanessa’s secrecy. She’d been lying to him this whole time. How much of this had she been planning since the beginning? Was she still trustworthy or was she actually working with William? How could Vanessa Afton be the “bad guy” when she’d been his closest confidant since moving to the city?

(Was this just an excuse to put Vanessa in this fit? Absofruitly. I am not immune to woman in dress)

Immediately, Mike catches that Vanessa is keeping up her side of the plan when he hears one of their code words in her speech.

William Afton finds Mike personally after he disrupts the server and grabs him, only to be thrown off by Vanessa, who followed him. -> smth smth plot (i’ll think of it later) -> William Afton gets publicly exposed and arrested. Mike turns to Vanessa and asks what’s going to happen to her? She smiles sadly at him and says it’s going to be okay, she’ll survive. -> setup for sequel for because I cannot think of a story ever without setting up for a sequel

And that’s as much as my silly putty lump of a brain thought of while blindly walking around Las Vegas. Was this all inspired by those two pictures? Yes. Am I regretful? Maybe. Ask me again in like 24 hours *smiles serenely*

#this is so minimally about the animatronics 💀💀💀 but hey i’m here for the putting characters into situations #the way i could change these names and make a completely original story shhhh #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly #fnaf vanessa #william afton #mike schmidt #michael schmidt #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #fnaf AU #fnaf movie AU

[elvisabutler]

how many kids do professor presley and belle have? (I imagine 2 or 3) omg the part that really got to me is when he’s being absent and she’s worried sick! can we headcanon where maybe its months later and he gets sick again and doesn’t show up and she leaves right away and stays w him for two to three days despite him urging her to go to class? and when she’s pregnant he takes vitamins/eats better/goes on walks all bc he doesn’t want to add any stress on her by getting sick himself? i imagine by the time she graduates she’s already 3-4 months but it isn’t noticeable but they know. And he always assures her he isn’t going anywhere any time soon bc he has to be around to help her take care of their young ones

my main thought has always been four at least so you're not far off my dear sweet anon. and listen, that was always my way of trying to lean into the big daddy era elvis i set for the two of them. because he wasn't going to ever have a drug problem- in that he sort of nipped the one he developed in the army driving the tanks in the bud when he got back and found- well- that bit's a long story but suffice it to say so i don't detract from the point of this ask, i really just wanted something that had the effect of scaring belle and bringing them closer together. mildly unleashing her helpful nature that most people never really- bothered to relish in/get to really know about.

but we most certainly can headcanon that since she definitely would do exactly that. because she'd be in bed with him when he realized it was going to be a rough day, a bad day that would mean staying home and he'd try to kick her out of the bed to go to class only to have her tell him that she would be doing no such thing and honestly babying him and just trying to nurse him back to health/help him with whatever he'd need. finally manages to kick her out on that third day when he's like "goddamn belle, already feelin' loads better just go to class, ain't gonna die if ya leave me be for a few hours." and she of course smacks him in the chest for even the implication before you know- actually going to class. comes home to find him cooking a little tiredly but that's when she knows okay he's on the mend, he's fine.

and yes you're right about him taking better care of himself when she finds out she's pregnant. though he does start once she moves in since she's having none of this "him still living like a bachelor" bullshit let alone smoking as many cigars as he does/being as sedentary as he is. she gets why he has been but it's nothing she can't cure with a bunch of bullying all the pre med majors she knows. because even before she gets pregnant she just want him to be healthy for her. especially since he says and i quote. "belle, i might- i don't know if i can give ya kids." which makes the accidental pregnancy right before she graduates hilarious in hindsight.

as far as her first pregnancy goes since it's twins she shows pretty early despite not necessarily being on the thin side. so people know when she graduates and i'm saving the bulk of this for a headcanon post i got from another anon asking for more headcanons but she's going to eventually be teaching so she's immediately gonna be heading right back in to get some requirements sorted out so that she can take over an empty spot in the department. because nepotism or not elvis makes a case for her as do multiple other professors- not the ones she slept with mind you- that she'd do well as one.

basically anon i love you for this ask and you already basically get what i had planned out to be perfectly honest. i'm also truly and deeply delighted that him missing classes his as good as it did.

#( don't necessarily read into the gif usage it's kind of a visual idea of belle but you reader insert so not actually her. ) #i just didn't wanna use an elvis pic or gif. #big daddy elvis #big daddy elvis fanfiction #ally answers asks #ally writes #professor presley #elvis presley #( did i need that tag. maybe not but still. ) #seriously so delighted people liked my little fic series enough to want to know more about it.

[rowanwithaz]

How I think the DKBK\BKDK confession will go.

Okay,I have a feeling DKBK\BKDK will be cannon. Especially since the drop of chp393 (Yeah,I'm writing this right after the Himiko and Ochaco arc thing,probably won't post it in till I'm home from vacation then I'll post a ton of stuff) I think that Ochaco is not confessing her love for Izuku but her envy. And I've seen a lot of proof to that theory,but that's not going to be a big part,so here,read this,by Dekuchan,they go over a lot of what Ochaco's feelings and why they might be jealousy\Envy. I don't think that's all in this post but you might get more of an idea what I mean.

Anyway,now,I think DKBK is going to be cannon,and I wanted to talk about a couple ways Bakugo might confess his romantic feelings for Deku.

Number One: Love on the battlefield

I think when (''if'') Bakugo confesses,it might be on the battle field,let me explain. Deku is braking himself trying to defeat a sAFO and the reason is OFA is going against him,because his heart is in a battle of it's own. And that battle is with Deku. He doesn't want to have feelings for Kacchan because he thinks there not reciprocated (and boy is he wrong) And Bakugo has "died" knowing he's Deku's most special person because sAFO said so. And because of these feelings he has for Deku he's able to go to the OFA realm ,and he speaks to All Might. And All Might will hopefully tell this boy to get his and Deku's asses out of the closest and win the damn day. But. There is one issue; unless OFA heals Bakugo I don't believe he'll be able to speak to Deku because he's too hurt. But I mean,Ochaco got impaled and she can speak just fine,so I guess Bakugo once he's sown up enough can confess just fine. And,I kinda hope the confession is worded like this:

"Izuku! Hey,what did I say about not doing this alone,*cough* asshole." Then Izuku's shocked to see him walking or whatever then Bakugo speaks again.

" Look,I might be shit with words,but...when I apologized,that's not all you wanted to hear,was it? You wanted.no..needed..somethin' else...right? " Then he starts aggressively hacking due to his wounds. Then Izuku is still fighting sAFO and he's pretty emotional after seeing Katsuki okay,so he starts crying or whatever. I donnu you fill in the blanks.

But long thing short:Katsuki confesses to Izuku in the midst of the battle.

Number Two: Third Year Gay Panic™

I kinda find the first one the most accurate,(And when I say "actuate" I mean senior not the shit I wrote lol)

But, there is another reasonable one,and that's if the manga goes on any longer that they can finish U.A as third years,and in that time after the war,Katsuki can't get the thought that

"I would have died happy because I knew he...felt the same."

Out of his head. ..And like the gay ass thoughts won't stop. Like,was Izuku always this cute,and not just cute straight up HOT,and then he realizes not just that he has had romantic feelings for Izuku for a little while,but,he doesn't mind Izuku's physical appearance as revolting...And like he never has. So he ends up confessing some where in the third year,but that doesn't feel that accurate,so I think the battle field one so far is the most accurate.

Number Three: Izuku confesses

After the war,Izuku and the rest of the surviving class of 1A are at the hospital,and after a couple of days of Katsuki being a comatose he wakes up,and by his bed is a sleeping Izuku and Katsuki wakes him up,and Izuku is overflowing with emotion and might accidentally confess his love for Katsuki,and I think it'd be funny if Izuku was just like rambling,and in the middle of his ramble said something like this:

"And then I saw you,all laying on the ground it broke my heart to see the person I love most like that"

And Izuku doesn't even realize he confessed and Katsuki is just like.

"Yep. Love you too,nerd" and is super casual cause sAFO kinda confirmed that. But this one is not as inaccurate as the second one in my opinion.

And lastly,

Number Four: Ochaco gets makes these boys less stupid.

This one is the funniest idea I've had,like after her talk with Himiko she tells Katsuki he'd better confess and the boy goes and does it because funny. This one is the least accurate it's more of a funny thing then an actual perdition but I think the First one is the most accurate.

I mean somebody needs to tell these boys that they're being gay and stupid for each other,and Ochaco fills that place,(and I know a ton of people like Mina being the one to get people together but,she's a little too hetero normative for DKBK lol) But,I kinda want the hospital one for some odd reason,but I think the most fitting for the story and their relationship is the Gay Battlefield™.

So,yeah,just some of my ideas,and I want to write the first date for them...So I might post that here???? I dunno just feel like writing a fan fic for the first DKBK date,and don't know where a good place would be so here is fine.How do people end a post? I feel like mine have had a abrupt ending to them. So,

Catsmoresplusbi; Over and out.

(But you can call me Tim)

#Bakugo Katsuki #Midoryia Izuku #DKBK #BKDK #Everything after the first one was me screwing around #Greenade is the best ship name for them #DKBK are gay idiots #I am getting better at tagging #Deku is queer #Bakugo is queer

[elizmanderson]

"a kiss to anger a third party," perhaps from this post? elizmanderson. tumblr. com /711617943947067392

okay so fun fact, I am actually an idiot who read right over “another kissing prompt” on the post this kissing prompt came from and rb it just intending to like save the list of different kisses for later

but then I was too embarrassed to admit that in response to this ask WITHOUT writing something so long story short instead of researching lighthouses today like I was supposed to, I wrote a 1,700-word short story about fake girlfriends who kiss in the hallway outside grandma’s sewing room to piss off some shitty relatives

so. yeah. uh. enjoy I guess.

A KISS TO ANGER A THIRD PARTY STORY THAT I DIDN’T MEAN TO WRITE BUT HERE WE ARE

Fake dating has been going shockingly well, considering you’re terrible at real dating and also at lying, and somehow faking dating is both. Then again, family get-togethers are always awkward as fuck. Your cousin and his wife always share a chilly silence; your uncle has a casually off-color comment for every occasion; your mother judges everyone like doing so is an Olympic sport; and your grandparents desperately try and fail to keep the peace. So no one notices that you and Maeve stand across the room from each other instead of holding hands and melting into each other’s bodies the way two lovey-dovey newlydatings should allegedly do.

Rather, if anyone notices, they figure it’s normal. That’s how relationships are in your family, grandparents aside, and everyone has long since written them off as sweet old weirdos. The only reason you don’t think the lingering gazes you share with Maeve are more action than your relatives have ever had is the existence of multiple generations of biological children.

You share a gaze now. Not because you’re actually into Maeve, although you’re not not into Maeve; you picked an attractive fake girlfriend. Tall, with an undercut and dark eyes and a crooked nose and muscley arms that sometimes you think would be really great for picking you up and throwing you onto a bed, before you remember this is fake and please brain do not.

The corner of Maeve’s mouth turns up. You look away, biting back a smile.

You would like to stand here not-smiling at Maeve all night—or at least until the end of the torturous family cookout, which hasn’t even technically started yet because your uncle decided to “help” Grandpa with the grill and ended up setting all the food on fire instead, and the second attempt at dinner just went on the grill three minutes ago—but you seriously have to pee. In lieu of food, you’ve downed three cans of Coke from the drinks fridge in the garage. You cross the kitchen, accidentally-on-purpose brush against Maeve as you exit, and head down the hall to the half bath.

When you come out, you hear voices. Snatches of words. Your mother and cousin-in-law, sitting in your grandma’s sewing room. They’re supposed to be organizing it for her, but instead they’re sitting on bolts of fabric, gossiping.

“...tried to tell me they’d found someone, but they look absolutely miserable with that girl they brought,” your mother says. With a jolt, you realize she’s talking about you. “Maybe they’ll sit together at dinner, but with how far apart they’ve been standing since they arrived, I doubt it. And that girl has been scowling at everyone.”

“She’s worse than Luc,” your cousin-in-law says smugly. “And god knows he has the worst resting bitch face I ever saw. Sometimes I don’t know why I fell in love with him. No offense.”

“None taken. He’s not my kid.”

You don’t even like Luc, but your fingers curl into fists. As usual, you wonder what the fuck you did in a past life to be born into a family of people who spend all their time hating each other.

“Anyway” —your cousin-in-law examines her nails, fresh from a day at the salon, where she surely treats the staff hellishly— “I don’t think it’ll last. They’ve hardly spoken two words to each other all afternoon.”

Your fists tighten. She’s one to talk. She and Luc have hardly spoken to each other since the day of their wedding; on the rare occasion you do hear them speak, they’re picking fights. She gushes about her perfect marriage to anyone who will listen when her husband isn’t around, but their marriage—your uncle’s marriage, your parents’ marriage, every marriage around you except your grandparents’—is exactly the reason you’ve been so reluctant to date. The reason you asked Maeve to fake being your girlfriend, so your relatives would stop offering to set you up with someone. They all make each other fucking miserable.

And they think you and Maeve won’t last?

Okay yeah sure fine, you and Maeve aren’t a thing in the first place. Not really. You’re neighbors, and coworkers, and maybe friends now.

But since Maeve agreed to fake-date you, you’ve shared more with her about yourself than you have with...anyone, maybe. Definitely more than you’ve shared with anyone in your family. Definitely more than they share with their respective spouses, or each other.

Silly things, mostly. You like it when the front door of a house is painted bright, aqua or magenta or chartreuse. Your favorite flowers are all the yellow ones, like dandelions or forsythia, even though otherwise you’re not that fond of yellow. You always like the sad songs and love ballads more than the fun, fast-paced songs that steal the show. Things that don’t matter, except that they do, because now Maeve points out all the brightly colored doors when you walk back to your apartment building together after a shift.

Your mother and cousin-in-law are still talking. The conversation has moved on now—apparently your uncle has cheated on his wife, again—but you’re angry. Your skin prickles. Your nails bite your palms. You could nudge the door open and confront them, but confrontation has never been your forte.

Instead, you tiptoe to the kitchen and touch Maeve’s back.

She half turns, an eyebrow quirked. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I just. I need you to come with me.”

“Why?” Maeve asks, but she’s already following you back down the hall.

“Because my relatives suck and I need you to kiss me.”

You stop far enough from the sewing room that your mother and cousin-in-law probably won’t hear you. You turn toward Maeve, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed. It hasn’t occurred to you that the words I need you to kiss me actually just crossed your lips. Maeve’s dark eyes flicker over you, but she mirrors your posture and waits.

“They’re all in shitty marriages,” you say in a low voice, “except my mom, because she’s in a shitty divorce that was so shitty it was almost as bad as the marriage, except that it was over faster. But because we’re not attached at the hip or making googly eyes at each other, they think my relationship with my new girlfriend is a dead-end that’s going to end before it’s begun.”

Maeve snorts. “Fuck them. I may not make googly eyes at my fake girlfriend, but they’re nuts if they think I wouldn’t go to the ends of the earth and back for my fake girlfriend. Or, like, bring home takeout every night after work, or always do the laundry because they hate doing laundry, or whatever.”

That gets you for a second, because okay yeah sure fine it’s all fake, but Maeve still just kind of said she’d go to the ends of the earth for you. And bring you takeout. And always do laundry, which honestly might as well be a marriage proposal, because someone doing the laundry so you don’t have to is well and truly your love language.

“So.” Maeve’s eyes rove over your face. “Not that I object to kissing you, but how exactly is kissing going to help this situation?”

Right. You asked her to kiss you. Or more accurately stated slightly desperately and angrily that you need her to kiss you. You tense, trying to sound cool and nonchalant when you’re now thinking about kissing Maeve.

“When my mom and cousin-in-law come out of that room,” you say, nodding back toward the sewing room, “I want them to see us kissing. Like, really kissing. You know.”

The corner of Maeve’s mouth lifts again. “Really kissing. Gotcha.”

You flush. “Yeah. That. I just. I want...” You want some really great kissing. Focus. “I want them to see that we’re actually fucking into each other and super affectionate with each other even if we don’t feel like turning it into a performance so everyone else will believe we’re in love.”

Maeve tilts her head. “Even though it’ll literally be a performance so everyone will believe we’re in love?”

Your flush deepens. “Yeah.”

Maeve shifts closer, her eyes flickering over you. God, her eyes. Dark and intense and always just a little bit sad.

“I think I can sell being fucking into you,” she says quietly.

Shit, you think vaguely, poor choice of words on your part, because fucking and you are the only things you can think now that Maeve has repeated them back to you. But the thought slips away, because now Maeve is an inch away, her tall body curving over you, and her hands are cupping your face and oh my god she is actually really for real going to kiss you.

Her lips brush over yours, soft and sweet. Your breath hitches.

The door opens down the hall. As your relatives step out of the sewing room, Maeve crushes your lips under hers. Her hands slip into your hair, your arms wind around her neck, you pull her down, closer, closer, and now you’re kissing her back, your fingers playing in her hair just because they can, your eyes closed, your skin glorying in the warmth of her breath, the press of her body against yours.

Behind you, Luc’s shitty wife makes a sound of disgust and says, “Oh my god, get a room!” Your mother hisses, “Do you want to give your grandmother a heart attack? Right outside her sewing room!”

But (a) your grandma is safely outside by the grill, far away from the sudden make-out session, and (b) your grandma, if she saw you kissing a pretty girl, would almost certainly say something along the lines of “isn’t that sweet!” or “good for them!” And frankly you don’t remember why it was important to kiss Maeve where your mother and cousin-in-law would see it. Or whether there was a point to kissing Maeve at all, unless kissing Maeve was the point.

Your brain is preoccupied with Maeve’s lips on yours, her hands cradling your head, your body crushed beneath hers. But as your relatives slink past and disappear, as the sliding door in the kitchen opens and slams, as Maeve goes on kissing you like her life depends on it, as you fail to say something along the lines of okay we can stop now—as you fail to say, in fact, anything at all—you think, distantly: maybe this dating is less fake than I thought.

#answered #writing prompts #kissing prompts #short story #e's writing

[cardinaldante]

Greetings siblings of the church! It is Cardinal Dante! I decided to go back and see Jacob again today without Swiss(I haven't seen him since yesterday), but before I could leave the church, I was approached by a skinny-lookin ghoul who looked similar to one of the quintessential ghouls...

Turns out, he's Phantom, one of the new Ghouls, and he's both Aether and Omega's younger brother. I did not know all three ghouls were related!! I filed it down in my brain under information about the ghouls. I'll probably make a post about what I already know about the ghouls and everyone in the church so far, just to keep my mind straight.

Phantom asked if he could come along with me today since I work for Papa Copia and the others were busy. He said I seemed the most approachable. I was hesitant- I don't get along with the ghouls much, and Sodo still hates me- but I agreed. I didn't want him to feel put out, and he seemed super skittish and nervous about asking me. A brother caught us before we left the church and gave us a list of groceries, some money, and the large wagon, and told us to pick up a few things.

Phantom asked if this is what I usually did on a daily basis. I told him no, but I'm happy to do it anyways. We walked in silence for a little twords the town before Phantom started asking me questions, and it turns out, siblings, that me and this ghoul have alot in common. He likes Video games- expecially minecraft- and he likes baking, although he's told me he's been banned from baking in the ghouls kitchen after setting the stove on fire. I laughed at that, but I told him I was also banned from cooking because I was the one that exploded the stove a few years ago.

Yes, dear siblings. Back in 2021, when we had to order out every day until the kitchen got fixed, it was I that had accidentally exploded the stove. I was the reason. I got punished for it, and, well, now I'm banned. Phantom seemed to lighten up to me after that, and we spent the entirety of the impromptu shopping trip talking about video games we wanted to play and things we wanted to bake. I also go to see Jacob! He seemed a little stressed, told me that there was a fire last night by the church. They found handprints where the fire started, which he thought was weird, but it just reminded me of Ifrit.

Me and Phantom headed back after that. Phantom asked if I'd ever been in the ghouls den before, i told him I hadn't. He told me I could come by any time, and we could play video games. I'll have to take him up on his offer, siblings. I've already beat most of my peers at Mario Kart, I bet I could beat a ghoul at it as well. We passed by the old greenhouse while we walked, but I didn't see hide nor hair of Ifrit, which was fine by me. I did see several burnt in hand prints around the door frame though, and wisley decided to make sure I and Phantom kept out distance.

We parted ways at the kitchen, and I told him he could come by my office any time I wanted if he just wanted to get away from the others. I swear he started glowing when I told him that, and he told me he'd take me up on the offer before heading off. Not even two seconds later, however, Saltarian came up to me. Asked me for a bit of my blood, which was, okay, very VERY odd. He told me he was doing a ritual, and needed virgin blood for it. I.. hesitantly agreed. I KNOW, SIBLINGS I SHOULDNT HAVE AGREED!!!

But Saltarian is like, third to Papa Nihil! He helps run the church with Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil, he wouldn't just take my blood if the ritual wasn't important! And besides, I know how hard some of these rituals are. And some really do need virgin(Well, sometimes it's subjective. Sometimes it's virgin as in never had sex before virgin, and other times it's 'never have done a ritual before' virgin) blood. I let him collect some in a jar, and finally asked him what all the questions and things were about. He told me that the ritual was something to help Papa Nihil and the other Papa's, and explained that I got everything wrong, and he doesn't want the Papa Throne.

He was very nice about it too. Maybe I really did get everything wrong, Siblings. I asked about the ritual, and he told me he needed 'never done a ritual before' virgin blood, and thanked me for my service to the church. Saltarian left after that, and I dropped the groceries off at the kitchen before heading to the infirmary to get a bandaid. Things are hopefully, looking up. Atleast I don't have to worry about Saltarian anymore, siblings.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #roleplay

[vive-la-revolution]

okay literally what is it with this dream guy.

he’s shown up in like four of my dreams within the past month. we’ve held conversations. like coherent ones, not weird dream ones that don’t make sense after you wake up.

also we’re like dating(?) in all of them so there’s that

the first dream i remember him in seemed to be set in post-revolution america. he was a violinist and i was a printer’s apprentice. i vividly remember him holding my hand and like. running through the city.

the second one was present day. the only thing i really remember from that dream was us standing outside a glass building, looking up at the sky and talking. i think it might have been about school.

the third dream was almost a repeat of the first one. it picked up pretty much where the first one left off, and the major thing in it was that the printer dismissed him because he caught wind of our gay relationship so. that was fun.

the last one happened two nights ago, and this time he was a student teacher in my orchestra class. it was the first day of my senior year i was running late because i got lost somehow. i don’t know how i got lost in my own school but i do remember i accidentally wandered into a creepy hallway. anyways. i think this is the only dream where i was trans. what stuck with me the most is that he referred to me as a boy the entire time, even though i wasn’t out-out. he got really mad at me for something and got up really close to me and i just saw flashes of him in the other dreams. we talked for a while about music and queerness at the end of the class.

and i don’t know his name.

this sounds like. fucking crazy but it’s weirding me out. he doesn’t resemble a single person i’ve ever met but he keeps showing up and we keep building this relationship. it’s like he’s the only part of my dreams that seems lucid, like i’m actually there and controlling what i’m doing.

he looks kinda like this

his hair color is almost exactly in between those two but none of the picrews had that option lmao. the thing i remember most is his guyliner and that fucking smirk.

anyways i just needed to talk about dream guy

#do i sound insane. #should i tell my therapist about this #like hey there’s this weird albeit hot gay guy that just keeps appearing in my dreams can you help out with that lmaooo #lee.txt #rant #kinda? #dream guy #top post

[selcaby]

My fanfic, a master post

Now that I’ve posted, oh, more than two different stories on AO3, it’s time for a post that lists them all.

First and longest, there’s

Artificial Shortages

Mirabel finds her Tío Bruno living in the walls. He's in terrible health, is failing at self-care, and says he just wants to be forgotten.

The miracle still needs saving. But Mirabel’s new top priority is saving Tío Bruno.

People have called this a “more realistic” version of Mirabel finding Bruno in the walls. I’m not sure if that’s what it really is, but it’s definitely less Disney and more angst (and spiders).

It’s an AU that’s just like canon until one not-even-all-that-bad accidental injury tips Bruno's physical and mental health into a horrible downward spiral. If only he’d asked for help, he’d be fine. But he’s Bruno and he can’t bring himself to do that. Mirabel’s horrified and makes saving him her top priority, but it’s easier said than done. Expect lots and lots of Bruno sadness, but also a happy ending.

And a rather different multichapter work:

The Seasons Change In Turn

Casita has fallen, but some of its mysteries remain. For one thing, where is Bruno?

A story for Encantober 2023.

This is my attempt at a fast-moving mystery story with a twisty plot, based on the Encantober 2023 prompt list. Is this a stupidly overambitious undertaking for a slow writer like me? We’ll see.

Next:

No Use Crying

The Madrigals have a new cat. Unfortunately they didn’t okay this with the local small rodent enthusiast, who’s hiding in the walls. Can Bruno protect his friends without upsetting the children, revealing his presence, or getting ensnared by the cuteness?

I wrote this short story for Encanto Milk Day in 2022. It’s actually the first completed work of fiction I’ve ever published, and I’m quite proud of it. It’s Bruno in the walls again, because that’s a topic that fascinates me. What can he do when the family’s new pet starts hunting his rat friends? No cats were harmed in the making of this fic; Bruno’s too much of a softie for that.

The next three stories were written for Encantober in 2022; I’m in awe of the people who managed all 31 days when I only managed a few!

The Green-Eyed Rat’s Caterpillar

Luzette bought an old hand-made picture book in a yard sale. Her friend Nita says it’s impossible.

A little one-shot about some modern characters who discover something that Bruno made. The item first came up in Artificial Shortages, but no knowledge of AS is required to enjoy this one.

Endurance

If he said her name, called for help, she would answer. Probably. Possibly. He’s never tested it, because he’s always tried to protect her from needing to worry about him.

A little bit of backstory from Artificial Shortages. In the walls, Bruno is protecting more than one niece, but at great cost to himself. Can he stay strong as his body grows weaker? I’m not entirely happy with this one. I think it lacks some things I would have liked to put in, but on the other hand it was written very quickly, and for me that’s an achievement.

See Something Terrible

When Camilo loses his gift, he is stuck in the most embarrassing shape possible.

This is my third Encantober story, and it’s completely different. A silly scenario involving Camilo and Bruno, or rather, Bruno and the little man who came back with Mirabel and Alma on the horse, and who is unaccountably getting hugs from Camilo’s mother and aunt ...

Señora Grijalva Requests a Book Report

The triplets are 15 and their teacher wants them to write yet another book report. But Julieta is too busy to read, Pepa just rereads books she’s already reported on, and Bruno hates writing about “meh” books yet is too self-conscious to write about his favourites.

Then Bruno has an idea. An idea that makes all three triplets’ homework much more fun.

But he’s reckoned without Señora Grijalva’s ulterior motive.

Something different: teenage triplets, a teacher OC as a main character, and my take on how a much younger Bruno does visions. Also a magical shop.

Two Cats In The Yard

Four days after Casita falls, Bruno tells Mirabel about an intriguing and confusing side to his gift.

A fluffy short story I wrote as a tribute to the Discord server Casa Brainrot and my fellow writers there. To say any more would be to spoil the fun.

Trifles

It’s Noche Buena (Christmas Eve) in the new Casita, and there’s a Christmassy surprise on the dinner table, courtesy of Bruno and Mirabel. But Bruno hasn’t turned up to eat. Alma goes to talk to him.

Written for a Secret Santa in 2023. A bit of fluff, a bit of angst, a bit of (British) Christmas (via one of Bruno’s visions) and a postcanon Alma POV.

Finally, for completeness, shoved right down to the bottom so you won’t notice it, is the very first fic I posted:

Between Frames

With their house in ruins, the Madrigals fall back on their neighbours' hospitality. Osvaldo "Not-Special Special" has room for Mirabel and one of her relatives, but he's not prepared for who Mirabel brings with her.

Wherever Bruno's been for the past ten years, he obviously brought home enough bad luck to topple the Casa Madrigal. Still, the other Madrigals insist someone's got to take him in, and Osvaldo's drawn the short straw.

Sounds promising, right? Unfortunately I didn’t make a proper plan before I posted the first chapter, and I’ve never managed to work out how the rest of it should go. I might continue it one day, but don’t hold your breath. Still, there’s one chapter, and I don’t think it’s terrible.

I’ll try to keep this post updated as I write more.

#my fanfic #encanto fanfic #encanto fic #the seasons change in turn #artificial shortages #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto milk day #encantober

[majachee]

What are your favorite songs that describe your OCs?

OKAY THIS TOOK A WHILE TO ANSWER CUZ I HAD TO... REALLY THINK ON IT.

And like... I'm gonna do specific OCs and the overall story (that I'm consistently rewriting and all the lore I posted so far is outdated so I gotta DELETE-) rq so uh

:^)

First things first! I really do genuinely associate Helvegen and Voluspa by Wardruna with the first three major arcs of the story, essentially the Ragnarök/Norse mythos focused arc and the two introductory arcs leading up to it.

Helvegen translates to Path to Hel, one of the major afterlifes in Norse mythos. While many people interpret it as akin to Hell due to similar naming conventions, but it's much more akin to Asphodel from Greco-Roman mythology! It resembles every day life for mortals and it's where you go if you don't die in battle and go to Fólkvangr or Valhalla. Hel is also where Baldr's soul goes after he is accidentally slain by his twin Hoðr, and where the messenger Hermoðr goes to plead with Hela for Baldr's return.

The song, to me, is about loyalty and accepting one's death, with one of the lyrics being "I will follow you over the Bridge of Gjöll with my song." and another being "You will be free from the binds that bind you/you are free from the binds that bound you."

Other lyrics that stick out to me are; "Day's end or beginning/Only the Raven knows when I'll fall" - it's just MMMMMM. The song also ends with an old poem about death (which was also quoted in GoW:R and when that happened I SCREAMED) and just... AUYUGH.

The third arc of the story is focused on the prophecy of Ragnarök and how Odin and Loki are abusing others to warp the prophecy to their own individual advantages after Fimbulwinter swept through the lands early. Leading up to the eventual reveal in arc 4 regarding the concept of Fate as they know it. Remember when I said the Fates were kind of distant/uninvolved? That's not the case anymore :)) wink wink.

As for the song Voluspa? It's based on the best known poem from the Poetic Edda of the same name (Völuspá) that goes over the creation of the world, its end, and rebirth. So, really, I'm taking someone singing a poem about Norse mythology and applying it to my Norse mythos OCs. But like... the way it's performed gets me emotional, okay? Listen to Wardruna, please. They're a huge comfort band.

OKAY TIME FOR INDIVIDUAL OCS!!!! YIPPEEEEEE!!!!

New Year's Eve by Mal Blum is a Tyr song. I don't know how to explain it but the degrading relationship and emotions described in the song just... goes so well with Tyr's own feelings before his confrontation with Odin and before he and Fenrir disappeared from Asgard and Midgard. Before his disappearance, Tyr often defended his younger brothers from Odin and the other older gods (who were much more jaded than the younger youth), and once he was gone Asgard become a much for unhealthy place as its walls (metaphorical and literal) grew higher and thicker, more suffocating for the gods living there. Especially when Odin, the supposedly all knowing Allfather, began freaking out at, ya know, Fimbulwinter defying Fate. Yk, Fate, prophecy, something that the gods believe is concrete and unwavering. Uh oh.

Hoðr has Fish Inside a Bird Cage for his early life pre-Tyr-Be-Gone as he has a LOT of faith in his older siblings, until Stuff Happens :^))))

Kvitravn by Wardruna fits his main story arc, where he's begging and bartering for some kind of renewed faith in his family and the natural order of the world. Hoðr is a good guy, I swear I won't hurt him... much. (Lying)

Ravens are very important in Norse mythos, with Odin himself having two ravens (Huginn and Muninn) and being associated with the animals. Also I like corvids and I like Hoðr.

Shut Eye by Stealing Sheep and Little Dark Age by MGMT are Dionysus songs. I feel like it's just self explanatory. Also my life changed when I saw a classical Latin cover of Little Dark Age and Smells Like Teen Spirit.

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid has early story Macaque vibes. :^) pre-healing arc... hehe. My man would listen to edgy rock music like that, cmon.

Man on the Moon by Zella Day has Hypnos vibes. I love Zella Day...

Uhhhhhhhhh

The Garden by The Crane Wives is a song I associate with Ares for some reason, i dunno. Ask the animatic in my head lmao

.... I'm still developing the 4th arc characters and my brain works more in "these songs can make a hella good animatic for this story chapter/scene" than... uh... "wow. Just like my oc fr."

😔

THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE OCS AND I LOVE MUSIC LISTEN TO WARDRUNA

#ask #anonymous #text #oc tag #lore post #SORRY FOR THE SUPER LONG TEXT UNDER THE CUT I'M.. OBSESSED WITH MY OCS #not a lot of mac songs... surprising. i know. he's like the only one I draw.

[janeeyreheresy]

The Firestarter

I've covered a lot about Bertha, but I haven't yet touched on this topic. No, I'm not avoiding it.

Trust me to declare with confidence that Bertha set off no fires. 

But it is important to note that the text supports it: Jane, our eyes to the story, does not see her do so. She's not present for the second fire. I've already brought the credibility of the innkeeper's story about the fire into question. And as for the first, well, the evidence is purely circumstantial. Jane wakes up, hears strange murmurs, thinks someone's touching her door from the outside, tries to sleep, is woken up again by that demonic laugh, hears the sound of footsteps running up to the third floor and the door to the third floor opening and closing. She gets up, opens her door, looks down the gallery, sees a candle on the floor, notices smoke coming out of Rochester's room, the door to which is ajar, smells something burning, rushes to his room, sees the fire, and quickly extinguishes it with the water from the pitcher.

The next day, Jane walks into Rochester's room where Leah is cleaning and Grace is sewing the curtain. Faking ignorance of last night's incident, Jane asks Grace what's going on, has anything happened. Grace's answer:

“Only master had been reading in his bed last night; he fell asleep with his candle lit, and the curtains got on fire; but, fortunately, he awoke before the bed-clothes or the wood-work caught, and contrived to quench the flames with the water in the ewer.”

Obviously that's not true, but the origin of the fire is plausible. We cannot establish which candle it was that started the fire. Jane doesn't have time to notice any candles in his room, understandably; when Grace gives her account, Jane doesn't immediately think "bullshit, there was no lighted candle in his room", so we can safely say she doesn't know. 

Let's say Bertha enters her husband's room, the door of which was inexplicably unlocked/unbolted, without waking him up, and sets fire to his curtains. Okay. She did it. Then Bertha, that CUNNING woman, exits the room leaving the door ajar instead of closing it. She places the candle on floor of the gallery. And doesn't forget to laugh that very distinct laugh of hers right there, outside the room a witness, in the dead of the night when any noise carries ten times louder than during daylight.

Why did she not shut the door?

Leaving the door open made the fire more likely to be discovered. Also more likely to spread, as opposed to if it was only contained to Rochester's bedroom. Had she escaped from Thornfield, she might have wanted to burn the whole motherfucker down, but she went back to her attic, so if she burned the whole motherfucker down, she'd have died in it too. So far she'd shown no signs of wanting to kill herself. 

Why did she leave the candle on the floor? Just why??? Why did she not take it with her? Did she go back upstairs in the dark? Jane mentions the night was "drearily dark". And Bertha had to climb the stairs to get back to her room.

Maybe those red eyes of hers can see in the dark, yo.

Though she had a candle when she came to Jane's room, two nights before the supposed wedding.

Charlotte, hon, your story is inconsistent.

So, I don't know *throws arms*. She might have done it or she might have not. Despite being a supporter of Bertha, I don't necessarily insist that she's innocent of the arson, though I started this post with it. I understand why she'd want to burn Rochester alive. I wish I could burn him alive too. She is guilty of stabbing her brother, I don't deny that. I gave theories on that. Speaking of the stabbing, I have to wonder why Bertha didn't just stab Edward. She was out of her cell, she could have gone to the kitchen and got the knife then. It's a lot less messier than starting fires. Sure, once it was discovered, she'd definitely be charged with murder (as opposed to the fire in the bedroom appearing to be accidental)--but what did she have to lose? It's probable they'd commit her to an institution, rather than execute her. And she might have felt that it couldn't have been worse than being at Thornfield. (Rochester claims it was better for her at Thornfield, but she herself might not have thought so, she might have had a grass-is-always-greener style of thinking and besides, she might have just wanted Rochester dead, never mind at what cost.)

Accidents are always possible, albeit not very dramatic. More probable than arson, for sure. This was the time of candles, fires in the fireplaces, lots of flammable materials around, and no health and safety guidelines.

Having both fires be accidents is a cop-out, but there are lots of possibilities to play with. For the purposes of writing a pro-Bertha fanfic, it doesn't matter. The writer doesn't even need to explain it. You can have two characters, neither a Thornfield inhabitant, discussing the event. Which is what's in the actual canon. It's just that nobody has thought of doubting the innkeeper's word. Nobody but me. As far as I know, at least. Will this help me find kindred spirits?

Given what we now know of Rochester's womanising ways, the door to his room being left ajar at night and the candle on the gallery floor may have a different explanation. And the fire could still have been an accident, like Grace described--he fell asleep forgetting to extinguish his own candle.

But, just as I did in the Grace Poole post, I have to wonder how it was possible that Bertha was able to set TWO fires. Measures should have been taken after the first time, ensuring it didn't happen again. After his secret was out, what stopped Rochester from hiring a second nurse, to ease Grace's workload? 

And why was Grace cooking in Bertha's room? (Seriously, why???)

Some serious incompetence going on at Thornfield. 

#jane eyre #bertha antoinette mason #edward rochester #make it make sense charlotte #burn motherfucker burn #madwoman in the attic #jane eyre meta #bertha mason

[astroluvr]

a/n: okay, SO, this was definitely not meant to be the second part, but it is lol. i appreciate all the love on the first given it was an accidental post and i hope that this compensates. enjoy and lmk if y'all would like a third- and conclusive blurb on jack and y/n!

u can read part one here!

***

You'd been avoiding Jack for quite some time and it seemed that Jack was, too.

He left directly after Kai fell asleep, not holding conversation about the topic your son left in the air. You were nervous when he called that night around his bed time, hoping that he didn't want to address you about it and thank God he didn't.

What would you say if he did, anyway? I love you and miss you and hope you don't give our son another sibling with some random chick.

What would he say to you if you said that? You're delusional for getting your hopes up because he gave you a sad look over Kai's head when he said something about it.

Your thoughts were interrupted, as they often were, by Kai bringing you your phone. "Here you go, Mama."

"Thank you. Go pick your pajamas out. Almost bath time." you ruffled his hair and he rushed off down the hall to his bedroom.

You turned on your phone and furrowed your eyebrows upon seeing a text from Jack.

Mind if I come over for bed time tonight? I need to talk to you.

Your eyes widened and your entire body paused. As often as you two talked, it was always over the phone at a quiet moment or over lunch where your son accompanied you. Now he wanted to talk to you in person after bed time?

Of course! Is everything okay?

After not getting a response for a few minutes, you got up and went to get Kai ready for bed. He had a long day given that he went to a playdate earlier, so he was pretty easy to tame. Just as he was drying off, a knock sounded through your home.

"Someone's at the door, Mama." he told you and you dried his hair off with a towel.

"Put your clothes on while I get it, okay?"

"Okay!"

You smiled as you walked to the door and opened it to find Jack looking down at you in one of his classic tracksuits. He smiled like he was relieved and wrapped you im his arms. After getting over the initial shock, you clutched on to his hoodie and held him back.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm good." he spoke, voice muffled by your head.

"Daddy!" Kai yelled, running towards you both in his dinosaur pajamas and a toothy grin. "Daddy, what are you doing here?"

"I came to tuck you in." he let go and you immediately missed the warmth as you stood behind him and locked the door. "I didn't think you'd be ready so early, though. "

"It's 7:30, Jack. He goes to bed at 8."

"Really?"

"What time does he go to bed when he's with you?" you furrowed your eyebrows with your hand on your hip.

"Whenever he gets tired." Jack shrugged and you glared at him.

"Daddy, come read a bedtime story to me." he grabbed Jack's larger hand and Jack ran behind him, eliciting giggles from the both of him.

You grew slightly nervous as you followed them. It had been over a week since you'd been so close to him. Jack settled into Kai's bed and Kai crawled onto his chest as you sat on the beanbag.

"Pick a book." Jack told you, and you turned around to his vast selection of books and pulled out the shortest one.

Perhaps you were cheating Kai, but you were anxious to find out what he had to say.

"Good Night Moon. This book is about as old as your Mama, K."

"You're older than me." you reached up to swat his leg jokingly and he laughed.

"By, like, a month." he rolled his eyes and opened the book. "Are you ready, Kai?"

"Mmhmm." he hummed, already clutching onto Jack.

"In the great green room," Jack began reading in the dim yellow light and you sank into the beanbag.

It was heaven to hear Jack's voice so slow and fatherly, watching his large hand rub up and down Kai's back as he soothed him to sleep. You watched and wished you could crawl up into the bed and pick up on the lines while running your fingers through Jack's hair. Instead, you rested beneath them and closed your eyes.

"Goodnight, Air." Jack finished, rustling around on the tiny bed to put Kai under the sheets. "And good night, Kai."

You were on the floor half-asleep and Jack chuckled when he looked down at you before squeezing your hip. You stretched out and looked up to find a pair of blue eyes looking at you.

"I'm going to head out. Thank you for having me."

You immediately sat up and stared back at him, grabbing his hand and standing up. "You wanted to talk."

'It can wait. We're meeting up together soon."

"It can't. I know something's bugging you." you murmured, reading him as well as you did years ago. "Come to the kitchen."

Jack followed you slowly, his heart pounding hard. You gave him a moment to get over his and yours by going into the fridge and pouring up a glass of orange juice. You held up the glass and Jack shook his head. You hummed and fixed yourself a cup, taking a sip before looking back at him.

He licked his lips and shoved his hands in his pockets before speaking. "When we were together, you know, did you think we'd be together forever? I mean, I guess, the long run? Did you think we would or could be together for the long run?"

You shrugged and avoided his gaze. "Of course, I hoped we would be. Who doesn't want that for their relationship?"

"No, Y/N, I'm asking if you thought that we could be it for each other? Could I have been it for you?"

"You could've been, yeah." you looked at Jack who was biting his lip. "Don't blame yourself, J. Seriously, don't. We were young and you had your goals and I'll never, ever resent you for that because I'm so proud of where it's bought you, but I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready for you to spend so much time at all those places and then get me pregnant and work even harder. I wasn't ready."

Your eyes welled and Jack pursed his lips before rubbing his forehead. "I wasn't thinking, Y/N. No, fuck that, I was thinking about the wrong shit. I should've been thinking about you and Kai and loving you and taking care of you. I fed you that shit and even though it was true, I started using it as an excuse and it wasn't fair. I am so sorry."

"It's okay." you mumbled, looking at the cup of orange juice before putting it down.

"No, it wasn't okay. It wasn't okay for me to neglect you, and I took advantage of you and you telling me that. I wish you would've cussed me out, locked me out- anything to have shown my dumb ass I needed to step it up. I wouldn't have blamed you, baby. I am sorry. It was never okay. You gave and gave to me, and you still do. I love you and if you give me the chance, Y/N, I'll show it to you, prove it to you, make a start. It broke my heart to hear you even think I am over you enough to even think about touching another girl to have a baby with her."

You couldn't help but cry at his words. It was everything you'd been waiting to hear, the things you hadn't heard that night you finally called it quits. You'd never imagined the night Jack would stand in front of you and confess his love to you. The love you'd been waiting to feel for years.

"I love you, too, Jack. You don't- you don't know how much that fucking means to me."

"Y/N, my pretty girl," he bent slightly to grab your face and tilt it, thumbing your tears away gently. "I am so in love with you, more than you'll ever understand if you even give me the chance to prove it. I know I waited too long to say it, but if our son hadn't made me realize how badly I miss kissing you, I don't think I would've."

"Don't ever make that mistake again, Jack."

"I won't." he promised and you wrapped your arms around his neck to have him level with you to kiss.

That warm, fuzzy feeling that came when Jack's lips touched yours came back full force. You didn't realize how much you missed him or that feeling, but you were so glad to have him back. But he wasn't the Jack you first fell in love with, he was the Jack you'd been waiting on.

"Hey! Are you two making me a brother?" you jumped away from Jack and he grabbed your hips.

"Why are you not in bed?"

"Why are you kissing Mama?"

"Because I love her, that's why." Jack responded with sass and you giggled before looking past Jack's shoulder.

"Honey, I'll be there to tuck you back in in a minute."

"It's okay. Keep kissing Daddy for my brother!" he ran off and left you shaking your head.

You both shared a look and Jack bent to kiss you again. "I'm gonna go, pretty girl."

"Stay tonight, Jack." you tangled your fingers in his hair and smiled softly. "Get used to being with your family again."

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the party - cassie howard

cassie howard x f!reader

summary; the first time you and cassie show up to a party together

warnings; alcohol mentions, drug mentions, swearing, injury/blood mentions

authors note; i’m in love with cassie and sydney sweeney 😩 also sorry for not posting in so long i’ve had a busy winter break and first couple weeks back to school

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being new in town isn’t always easy. being new in town before a new school year going to school where you don’t know anybody isn’t any easier.

but, having your girlfriend by your side made it slightly easier.

you met cassie while at a convenience store you had biked to at 2 am. it was only your third day in town and you saw this store on the drive in. after grabbing a spongebob popsicle from the freezer inside, you sat down on the curb outside of the gas station.

you were in your last few licks when a blonde girl in a lavender dress stumbled her way up to the gas station door. you didn’t pay too much kind to her as you finished your popsicle. upon finishing, you stood up to throw away your popsicle stick and it’s wrapper inside. your eyes were too trained on carefully wrapping the wrapper around the sticky part of the popsicle stick to notice that the blonde from earlier was headed out of the door herself. apparently she hadn’t noticed either, too busy on opening one of the beer bottles she had just bought, and opened the door which had hit you right in the face, knocking you right over.

“shit. shit, oh my god. i am so sorry.” cassie frantically apologized as she set her beer bottles aside and knelt down to you. cassie was already having a pretty shitty night and this just added salt to the wound. knocking over a pretty girl she didn’t even know made her feel ever more shitty.

the door had gotten you pretty good. there was a gnarly cut above your eyebrow that was bleeding down to your cheek bones. you scrunched your face, wincing when you put your hand near the wound. “no. no, it’s okay. i wasn’t looking.”

“neither was i. i’m so sorry.” you could hear a faint sniffle at the end of her apology. finally looking up at the blonde you got a good look at her. she has to small pigtail at the top of her head while the rest was down and slightly smeared eyeliner while her mascara was running down her face. it looked as if she had been crying.

“oh my god,” you said assuming that her hitting you and making you bleed was the result of her runny mascara. “don’t cry. honestly, it’s okay! i’m fine. it’s only a little blood.” little is a false statement. there were two wide streams of blood that had reached your jawline by now.

cassie wasn’t truly crying over the fact she had knocked you over, but her emotions were running wild and anything could’ve set her off again. this just happened to be accidentally hitting you while she wasn’t looking. “no, it’s not that.” the blonde started, fully sitting down on the pavement, “i had a big fight with my boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend i should say,” she wiped a tear that escaped from her eye.

she continued to explain how her boyfriend, mckay as you learned was his name, started the arguement by saying how her outfits are always slutty. this prompted her to argue back saying she can never wear what she wants and it wouldn’t matter if a guy would hit on her because she was his. one thing lead to another and they broke up. “i’m so sorry. he’s such a douche for saying that. i mean you look hot as shit— i’m sorry that was weird to say. i don’t even know your name.” cassie was blushing before she realized she actually hadn’t told her name.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry. i didn’t even think to give you my name. i just spilled to you—”

“hey, it’s okay. you’ve had a rough night it’s okay.”

she smiled at your sincerity. “i’m cassie.” she held her hand out for you to shake.

“y/n.” you copied her smile as you shook her hand. the both of you feeling a slight shock between you two but not saying anything.

after that she took you inside and grabbed a pack of bandaids and some hydrogen peroxide to clean up your wound. you two sat and talked until 4 am, talking about the most random things making each other laugh till your stomachs hurt.

you two sat in a comfortable silence for a bit, leaning against each other against the ice machine outside of the convenience store. you two felt unbelievably close, like you had known each other all your life.

“well, i should get going.” you didn’t want to. you wanted to stay with cassie, all night. the both of you stood up to head your separate ways.

she didn’t want to let you go either. “wait, let me get your number before you go.” you handed her your phone with a big smile seeping through. she handed it back and you saw she put her name as “cassie <3” which made you smile even more.

you both said your goodbyes with a longing hug, which you both needed, and you hopped on your bike and headed off. cassie stood there with a goofy grin spread across her face as she watched you bike away.

she hadn’t realized how long she had been standing there until she heard her friends car screech into a parking spot. “cassie, what the fuck.” maddy perez shouted out the window. “we’ve been calling you all night. where the hell were you.”

“sorry!” she sheepishly said. “my phone died.” she hoped in her friends car and made her way back to maddy’s house.

ever since that night you two had been unstoppable. any time cassie wasn’t with maddy, she was with you.

you two were unbelievably close too. her and maddy her close, but you two seemed closer. you two would cuddle like you were a couple every night you were together. you two had practically seen each other naked. shared everything from clothes, food and straws to underwear.

sure, her and maddy did similar things but with you it felt different for cassie.

over time, you started to develop a crush on her. it was hard; you always saw her getting her heartbroken by boys and you just wished you had a chance to show her how it really feels to be loved.

you hadn’t told anyone you were gay. no one in your household, no aunts or uncles, grandma’s or grandpa’s.

you had been planning on telling cassie because you didn’t want to keep secrets from her but you just didn’t know how.

you and cassie were currently laying on her bed in the dark on your backs. both of you knew you weren’t asleep, just staring into the void. the only that was heard was the occasional rustling of her bed sheets when either of you moved and the slight creeping noise and wind blowing from her ceiling fan.

neither of you expected what you were gonna say that night. neither of you were upset about it either. you just weren’t expecting to say it that night.

with a big sigh, you just blurt it out. “cassie,”

“yeah?”

“i’m gay.”

she didn’t say much other than, “thank you for trusting me.” she curled up into your side as you said that. you’re eyes started watering a bit and the smile on your face grew wide. “thank you, cass.” you whispered loud enough for her to hear. you two cuddled for the whole night that night.

it wasn’t until about 2 weeks after when cassie started to question her feelings. feelings for you, to be exact. she didn’t know how it happened. she suddenly started seeing you in this whole new light.

her heart started beating faster and her face grew redder at even the slightest thought of you. she often wondered what it’d be like to kiss your beautiful lips.

it was one night when you were watching a movie on your bedroom floor together when she popped her curious question. “hey— uh, y/n.”

turning you head from the tv, you look at her with curious eyes, “yeah?”

“how did you know?” you knew exactly what she was referring to by her tone when she said ‘know’.

“well, i guess i kind of always just knew. i mainly realized when i looked back at all my childhood crushes and they were girls i knew something was different. i mean my first childhood crush was lizzie mcguire.” you chucked at the thought of your younger self.

she chuckled in pursuit. “well, i was just curious.” she shrugs and lays her head on your shoulder.

and that was that, and for the next couple days the subject was never brought up again.

cassie was just floating around in her thoughts. day after night just wrapped around what she could only confirm was that she did like girls.

often times when she would hang out with maddy or lexi, she would be looking off into space with only thoughts of you. “cassie. cassie, what the fuck. this is like the 5th time you haven’t paid attention to why i was saying.” maddy said hitting her shoulder.

“i’m sorry. just thinking, that’s all.”

she wanted to make her move. cassie was scared, though. scared of how you’d react. would you push her away? or would you accept her and be with her? these have been cassie thoughts since that night.

it was a late july night when cassie called you, asking if you could come over. of course you said yes, why wouldn’t you? you hopped your bike and pedaled you way to cassie house.

when cassie answered the door you could immediately tell she had something on her mind that was making her nervous.

when you made it up to her room, cassie just went for it. “i don’t really know how to say this, so just bare with me.”

“alright.” you said hesitantly, somewhat ready for what cassie has to say.

she debated on whether or not to actually say what she has to say or just kiss you.

she went for the latter. hesitant, though, she quickly dived it for your lips.

you were shocked, to say the least. you wanted to kiss back, truly, but you weren’t sure if this is what cassie really wanted.

you pushed away slightly, “are you sure?”

“more than ever.” she had a small smile spread across her face. you copied her smile and kissed her back. the rest is history. cassie was the best girlfriend you could ask for.

you had expressed to cassie how nervous you were to go to a new school. she told you that you were going to be fine because everyone will love you. part of you believed so, because cassie always kept her word, but there was still always going to be a part of you that was nervous.

to help you nerves, cassie suggested a party that one of her friends was throwing. that way, you could meet everyone before going back to school.

so the two of you got all dolled up for the party, doing each other’s make up and hair. you had been dressed in a skin tight baby pink dress while cassie had a similar one in baby blue.

you were flattening your dress in the stand up mirror nervous for how others will like it, “are you sure this is okay?”

“babe, you look so beautiful right now. it’s fine, i promise.” you smiled at her words and gave her a kiss.

“thanks, cass. you always know how to make me feel better.

when you two approached the house with loud music and people outside, your nerves grew. cassie could tell and linked her hand with yours to help with your nerves.

weaving your way through the crowd, you hear cassie squeal and speed up her walking, assuming she saw her friends. the girl had a small squealing party while hugging.

after releasing from the hug, she introduced you. “y/n, this kat, maddy, and jules.” she said pointing at each girl. “guys, this is y/n. my girlfriend.” her voice was confident. confident that her friends would love and accept you.

the was a brief pause before one of the girls, maddy, spoke up. “girl, you are hot as shit. how did cassie even manage to get you.” she laughed before linking her arm with yours. everyone laughed as the group of you made your way into the dancing crowd.

and just like that, your nerves faded away as the five of you danced to a hip hop beat playing through the house. you turned to look at cassie who was right behind you, dancing with you, you gave her a quick kiss and a small smile. cassie could see the sparkle in your eyes, thus made her smile even bigger.

cassie’s arms made their way around your neck as you two danced the night away. you were glad you had your girlfriend by your side.

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