#terrible powerpoints on purpose

[adventuringblind]

Misheard, Misjudged

Lando Norris x Leclerc Reader

Genre: Angst with a pinch of spice

Summary: Lando overhears a conversation and thinks it’s about him

Warnings: Lando’s self-esteem plummets

Notes: I’m aware I have things to do but I’m doing a friend a favor

Masterlist

Lando and the little Leclerc are everybody’s favorite couple. He clings to her every second of every day and she gets livid when her brother call her little. Younger then Arthur by a minute and she never hears the end of it.

Their families love them, the fans love them, but most importantly is that they love each other.

They met when Arthur started racing again. She was bored without her partner in crime, so Charles took her on as is social media manager. Needles to say they banter a lot. Charles’ fashion choices are horrendous at times but she loves him nonetheless.

Charles teases them all the time about how they are practically glued together. Which is probably true, considering they are like magnets in the paddock.

So in Lando’s head, it makes no sense why she would say such things about him. In their home. With her friends.

‘Sure he’s good looking, but like - is there really anything else? He’s so childish and whines like a bitch. Also, have you seen how clingy he is?”

He couldn’t listen anymore after that. Is he really that clingy? And for all intensive purposes, isn’t she also clingy? He never thought it was that bad. Sure, people tease, but who cares what they think? Or, maybe he’s just overthinking and he should just ask about it.

Scratch that - a terrible plan. Instead he shall withdrawal himself and see if it makes her happier.

The first week she looks confused and a little hurt by his actions, but she doesn’t say anything. No more initiated physical contact. No random hugs and kisses. He doesn’t cling to her during the race weekend like normal.

See! He isn’t cling! if anything, she’s definitely the more clingy one out of the two.

Week two hurt more then the first. He catches snippets of a few phone calls between her and Charles. She’s locked in the bathroom and her voice is cracking. “I don’t understand what I did, Charlie.”

Doesn’t understand what she did? You can’t just say things about a person and expect everything to be okay after. Why doesn’t she talk to him about it? If she wanted more space he would’ve just rather have talked about it then have overheard the love of his life shattering his heart into pieces.

He turns her back to her in bed starting week three. She looks tired over the next few days. Not just yawning, but the dark circles under red eyes screams that something is wrong.

she starts leaving sticky notes on his things, on the counters, the insides of cabinets, and even plastered all over thee mirror.

He ignores them. Yet his mind starts to wonder if maybe he should just ask her why. But it’s not like she talked to him, so why she he talk to her now?

He wonders again when he catches Max glaring at him.

And again when Oscar grows concerned.

And then when George gives a PowerPoint presentation with how to communicate properly.

Yeah, ok - so this wasn’t the right way to go about this. He really wishes George and his stupid PowerPoint had come earlier.

The icing on the cake is when he comes home one day and passes Charles as he’s leaving. He doesn’t look happy at all, and honestly, Lando can’t blame him.

He goes straight to bed, face buried in the pillow. Limbs tossed dramatically like a Disney princess in despair.

“Lando?” Her small voice shreds every ounce of strength he has left. She sits on the bed beside him. He doesn’t look up and she sighs heavily. “Please talk to me.”

When he does finally look at her. Truly, for the first time in months, he sees just how broken she looks.

“What’s there to talk about?” He curses himself and his tone because she flinches away at it.

“Why are you avoiding me? I don’t understand what I did…”

He scoffs. “Don’t know what you did? Last month at your little get together? Calling me a clingy whiny bitch behind my back?” He chokes on the last part.

She looks at him, head tilted in confusion. The same look she gives when he’s trying to read directions. Confused, loving, patient. Why is she smiling?

“You didn’t hear the beginning of that did you?”

“No.” He pouts.

“Lando, love, light of my life - that was about Charles.”

His entire body freezes. It’s true that her friends like Charles and she hates when the fawn over him. Oh, he’s been an idiot. An Absolute asshole.

“I’m so sorry.” He throws himself at her and every ounce of anxiety over the past month is washed away as soon as her fingertips touch his skin.

“Charles is terribly clingy to everybody and he’s my brother. Of course he’s a whiny bitch in my eyes.” He would respond but his brain is mush at her hands in his hair.

“I just got so in my head. I’m so sorry I didn’t talk to you - George gave me the whole lecture about proper communication.”

“I Know. He said you were hopeless.”

“How encouraging of him.”

Lando pulls her on top of him. Her warmth, her skin, her full body weight is everything he ever needs to survive.

“I can’t believe you’re smiling at me.”

“I’m mad at you, but maybe we can make up.” She raises her eyes suggestively.

“I think I can make that happen.”

#x reader #fanficion #formula one #f1 fic #formula 1 #racing #f1 fanfic #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fluff #mclaren lando norris #lando norris x you #lando norris 4 #lando norris x reader #lando norris fanfic #lando norris f1 #lando norris #ln4 imagine #ln4 #ln4 x reader #mclaren formula 1 #mclaren racing #mclaren #papaya #f1 #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula one x reader #leclerc!reader #lando norris angst

[gabessquishytum]

Ah, no sex ed Dream my beloved. I'm now thinking about trans Dream and how sex ed can be particularly terrible for people with vaginas. Like, Dream's spent his life being told about how much his first time would hurt, and he'd bleed, and even after it'd never feel as good as it would if he had a dick, female orgasms are just a myth, right?

So Dream grows up being like "no thank you" to the very idea of sex because honestly it sounds pretty bad, and for what? To make his partner happy? Dream doesn't like *anyone* that much. If he sometimes feels 'weird' (the word he's looking for is 'horny' but of course he doesn't recognize that) it's easy enough to ignore and get on with his life.

Enter trans Hob who is extremely passionate about comprehensive sex ed and decides his new purpose in life is educating his new roommate. He's got diagrams and youtube videos and toys and hands on experience. Hob will happily demonstrate all the fun he has with his own pussy to show Dream there's nothing to be scared of.

Hob encourages Dream to touch himself, but at this point Dream would much rather have *Hob's* hands on him.

T4T dreamling is my favourite food!!! Yummy!!!! AND no sex Ed Dream!!!! A feast!!!!

Hob finds out about Dream’s complete lack of experience (and even self exploration) a few months after they've started not hating each other and become close as friends. And Hob is careful. Dream’s aversion to exploring his body could be a dysphoria thing, and Hob would never want to trigger him that way. He asks careful questions, and once he's established that Dream just... doesn't see the point in touching himself... Hob springs into action. He gets out the powerpoints and the diagrams and the essays on gender and sexuality. Dream sits on his bed watching as Hob rants about how people with female presenting bodies have been oppressed for centuries, and he feels that weird feeling. The tingling in his private parts and the uncomfortable wetness. It's difficult to concentrate on what Hob’s actually saying when all Dream seems to want to do is look at his hands and thighs and neck.

And when Hob finally stops for breath he looks at Dream blushing and squirming, and he knows that the time for verbal education is over. Dream is clearly desperate for a hands on lesson.

Hob really does have the loveliest, most wonderfully masculine hands. His fingers are so thick they make Dream feel tiny. When the pads brush up against the place that Hob had described as his clit, or his dick if he preferred the term - Dream whimpers and feels every muscle in his lower body clamping up. For the first time he understands something primal within himself - the need to have something inside.

Hob is still talking, soft and low, telling Dream exactly what he's doing and what the name of each part he touches is. Dream hopes there won't be a quiz later because he can't think, can't even see through the tears in his eyes. He feels like he needs to let go and he's terrified suddenly that he's about to pee.

And then he has his first ever orgasm, all over Hob’s fingers. He watches, shaking and panting and starstruck, as Hob licks his hands clean.

"You wanna know something great about bodies like ours?" Hob says, propping his chin against Dream’s knee. "Multiple orgasms."

And so Dream’s college education really begins.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #trans hob #trans dream

[russellius]

ANYWAY, there wasn't a race today afaik, so instead here are some of the highlights from george's lie detector video

crimes? he sped, twice. paid the fine. no murder or anything like that

"is martin brundle your hero?" "yes." *russ nods* "he is! how come?" "i think there's a flaw in the system already"

lied to his race engineer apparently, said the car was okay but he actually thought it was terrible

has never lied to toto

looks better topless than lewis

does he look in the mirror and think "i am fucking gorgeous"? yes, all the time.

has never ignored a team order

lando is cooler than him and george is cooler than alex. alex isn't that cool

computer says he loves being famous, rip

deeply ashamed about his "do you know who i am?" story & deep down he is annoyed when someone doesn't know who he is

doesn't believe in ghosts

he is a teamgeorgerussell follower !!!! shoutout to that wonderful page

did crash into someone on purpose, but that was in karting. part of the game. "someone rubs you up the wrong way..."

drunken regrets? yep. "i'll be here a long time" ???? okay???? dropped his toothbrush down the toilet. and this happened within the last 2 years! go off king!

is NOT learning spanish currently... carmen isn't pushing him hard enough

it wasn't a powerpoint but actually a WORD document that he showed up with to his first meeting with toto

computer tells that he thinks he has better fashion sense than lewis and would beat him in an arm wrestle. would not beat toto tho

is he the best-looking driver in the paddock? yep, computer says he believes that. he's top 5 at the very least.

"what is fashion" honestly???? true!

was 2 seasons too long at williams

are you faster than lewis? now, yes.

believes he'll be world champion

#george russell #r

[imdoingsortagay]

Ooooo a valentine's day celebration? Would you be willing to write reader x Claire where Claire can't miss work so reader offers to join her for the day and Claire doesn't realize it's for the sole purpose of being a terrible tease? And maybe have it end in smut? (Preferably at the office because getting Claire into a headspace where she stops worrying about getting caught would be SUPER rewarding all on its own.)

Adventures at the campaign office

a/n: claire brain rot for the mf win

warnings: Smut

word count: 3.1 k words

This was the second Valentine's day when you and Claire were going to spend it together watching movies, baking some of her favorite red velvet cookies, and having the best sex on earth. You were not surprised and a bit disappointed when she told you that she couldn’t take the day off to spend it with you because she had to work on some essential office matters related to her senate campaign.

“ Can’t you just have Barkley deal with it Babe? I don’t think she’ll mind you taking the day off to get - 

“ I love you y/n but that woman knows way too much about our sex life at this point,” Claire groans as she gets herself another cup of coffee. She had tried hard to convince her campaign manager to give her the day off. Still, even after the shouting between the two of them and a PowerPoint presentation, there was no use in trying to get out of this when the race was starting to get closer to the opponent.

“ Says the one who can’t drink too much or else you get super drunk and ramble to her about how you like when i-” 

“ Okay okay I fucking get it you tease,” she pauses while you smile at her defeat,” What are you gonna do at home while I go to work, honey? “ 

“ I do not know Claire bear, might go by Peg's apartment and pick up some of the new toys she got us, thank her with cookies along with her favorite, stop by your office to get you lunch from that new brunch place, the day is still very young I guess”. 

“ What time did you want to come to the office? I have one meeting today and the rest of it is just paperwork,” Claire says casually while her mind says differently. While having you at the office brought the older woman happiness, she know that you had a habit of teasing her when you got way too bored just watching her and she needed to finish getting a couple of papers to one of the staffers before they took the week off. 

“ Probably around 11 am but i can come later once your meeting finishes honey, wouldn’t want to make you nervous leaving me all by myself in your office,” you giggle, thinking about teasing her at the office. Might as well make the most of the visit later while she works. 

“ y/n baby,” Claire starts,” I’ll text you when you can come to the office but think of doing anything that might get in trouble today, Barkley is already stressed out about a whole new group of interns so having you be a little tease wouldn’t be good energy to bring in. 

‘ Claire bear, i promise not to tease you if you're busy in the office” you cross your heart in front of her and she rolls her eyes at your dorkiness,” but please bring snacks to eat today, and don’t worry your pretty little head about lunch so I’ll get you some. You smile the moment you compliment Claire, never failing to blush when you praise/ compliment her about literally anything at all. 

Claire collects all of her belongings in her tote bag, gets her cup of coffee, and before she makes her way out of the house, kisses you on the cheek before you are left alone in the house. While you start with cleaning the house before even starting to bake, Claire tries not to stress out about having you in the office. Having you visit her at her job was a common thing before you both dated but the thought of Barkley telling you anything about being there. 

Baby<3: Have a good day at work my Claire Bear 

*hours later*

After running around doing some errands, picking up some stuff, and getting something to eat for your girlfriend, you park at the office. Feeling a bit nervous as Claire is a big fan of privacy and the thought of being caught having sex scares the fuck out of her so you had to think closely about teasing her. What you wore was pretty simple, just one of her favorite sweaters, jeans that show off your legs perfectly also giving your butt a bit of a lift, and a simple pair of shoes compared to everyone else in the office. 

“ Wasn’t expecting to see you here y/l/n? Are you here to come to distract Debella or make sure she focuses on what I asked her to do?” Jen asks you with a cup of coffee in her hand and always putting on her best “badass “ face per usual.

“ Promise to make her do her work Barkley but I’m just here to make sure she feeds herself and does not overwork herself like some people I know,” you respond before walking to Claire’s office. If there was one thing that Barkley appreciated about you is being able to joke around with her, especially being able to come up with witty remarks. 

Claire was just about done writing all of these candidate questions when she hears her office door open up to see you walk in, looking stunning as always and with a bag of food in your hand. 

“ Want me to lock the door baby?” You ask casually to her which makes her give you a look but you put up the innocent front instead. Better to have her calm and cool than all suspicious of what you might be planning today while here at the office with her. 

“ And the reason would be?” she asks while waving her hand around

“ So we could eat lunch together in peace without any of your staff, interns, or Jen trying to come in and stress you out my love,” you kindly explain to her, your girlfriend giving you a quick thumbs up to lock the door and you close the blinds as well to ensure nobody can see what’s going on. Claire doesn’t notice the second part as she had gotten her hands on the sandwich that you bought her. 

“ How many times do I always tell you to eat more stuff at breakfast besides coffee and a muffin Claire?” you chuckle as she eats the lunch quickly and for the next hour, Claire is getting most of what she was tasked to do done. Being told to focus by you when her mind dozes off to think about something related to her life, seeing you lay down on the couch or needing more decorations in the office. 

As you lay down on the couch reading a book, your phone rings to a message from Barkley and what’s surprising is that it’s a positive one from her. 

Jenny Poo: Maybe we should have you be at the office if she finishes her work at this rate

y/n: Welcome Barkley <3

“ Claire bear?” Do you ask? 

“ Yes honey?” she responds, writing the last question to the candidate form she was doing for one new station to use for an article. 

“ Do you mind if I take off my sweater? This office is just way too hot to be in it,” you say casually. 

“ sure thing honey,” she says to you and you get up from the couch to take off your sweater Claire chooses the right time to look up from her laptop and she tries her best not to drool at the sight of your arms. Always being proud of keeping your upper body in tip-top shape and overall being a tease to your girlfriend with it. Claire starts to feel her mind drift to other places at the thought of you doing things to her, in this office especially. 

“ Claire you doing okay? maybe you should take a break with me on the couch from working so hard on the campaign sweet one,” you say to her but she just looks at you with big eyes, unsure as to what to do. 

“ Sure uh year, a break could do me good,” she says for you to hear and she gets up from her chair to come and lay down with you. Nothing is going to happen between the two of you in this office today, she repeats in her mind.

“ My baby deserves to take a nap after working so hard to be elected, once this is over i just know you’ll beat the other man without a fight” you praise her while she lays on top of you. Claire tries her very best not to drift into sleep, reminding herself that naps are not allowed and that if she wanted to sleep she could at least wait until she got to her place to do so. Though that’s proving hard to do with the way you're gently petting her hair with one hand and rubbing circles on her back with the other one. 

“ Don’t want to nap baby, please,” She quietly pleads.

“ Be a good girl for me dove and nap, I know that you need at least a powernap to go through the other half of the day my sweet dove,” you plead, and a couple of minutes later, Claire is fast asleep on your lap, looking as pretty as always in slumber while you try to come up with a further plan as to tease her. 

Claire wakes up 30 minutes later, feeling good before slowly making her way off your body, leaving you to continue napping on the couch. She makes her way to her desk to answer some emails, and check out some designs for her mailers being used soon while she peeks at your sleeping body every once in a while and smiles at the fact that you didn’t succeed 

She smiles proudly at herself for not falling for your tricks when she hears you mumbling, right when she was about to win at this teasing game too. 

“ mmmmmmmm pretty claire bear,” you say to yourself in your sleep and she tries not to imagine what horny dream is going on in your mind. 

She had known from the start of your relationship about your sleep talking, assuring you that you had nothing to be embarrassed about but from time to time she’s had to deal with your wet dreams, and most of the time they were about herself in rather sticky situations. One that you told her was about Claire riding your strap, eating her out in the office, threeway with her and some famous actress that Claire was a huge fan of and the list can go on. Now all she hoped was that it was just a cute dream and not a horny one.

“ boobs look, nice baby,” you say and she feels herself getting soaked, hoping that she doesn’t have to change her underwear by the end of the day. For the next 20 minutes, Claire is in hell as you continue to mumble some very dirty things that make her blush but she’s saved by the universe when your alarm goes off on your phone, probably being the nap one you set up. 

“ Oh,’ you say,” How long was i asleep for baby?” 

Claire continues to write like she isn’t soaking wet right now, trying to pull off a brave face while you wonder what happened during the time you napped. 

“ Claire bear,” you say as you make your way to her,” If I ask you a question, i know that my sweet dove knows than to ignore what her daddy asks her”.She continues to ignore you, acting like you’re not in the office but once she feels you move her chair a bit to sit on her lap, is when she knows that it’s not going to go well for her. 

“ Princess,” you say as you hold her chin up so she has to make eye contact with you,” Stop acting dumb and use that pretty brain of yours to answer daddy’s question: How long was i asleep for?”. 

“ About 50 minutes or so,” she mumbles,” i had a 30-minute nap through daddy like you wanted me to”. At that moment, Claire hopes that just that will get her off her case and she can go back to work. 

“ Why are you so flustered princess? Something must have happened to make you act out for daddy and you know how much i hate having to punish you? Remember to be honest”.

“ You were mumbling some stuff in your sleep that made me all wet and I was trying to act like it didn’t affect me at the moment, daddy,” she says to you and at that moment you smile at your baby for being honest. It would have been fun to punish her in the office, Claire would have had such a hard time trying to be quiet and Jen didn’t mention these walls being soundproof in any way. 

“ Should daddy help her baby out a bit? For being such a good girl?” Claire nods. 

“ Please daddy!!! I’ve been your good girl”.

“ Since you asked so nicely-” and you were cut off by Claire kissing you, her lips always being so soft on yours. At that moment she doesn’t care that anyone in the office can hear her going on with her, the only priority at the moment is to feel your mouth on her wet cunt. 

“ Someone is wet,” you comment as you move away from her lips and start to go lower down her body, remembering to gently remove her shirt before being greeted by Claire wearing one of her pretty bras for work. She doesn’t say anything at all when you push the cups down to expose her tits, nipples hardening right away to the cold air in the office but you start to suck on her right nipple, giving her other nipple attention too. Enjoying all the little whines and moans that are coming out of the older woman’s mouth as she holds off from enjoying this being that she’s about to be fucked in her office. 

“ Should I go lower Princess? Or should Daddy wait til we get home so you can scream all you want ?” you ask your girlfriend nicely as you position herself between her legs. At that moment, Claire loses any sort of thought when she sees her between her legs, mind going crazy at the thought of you eating her out in such a professional place but she doesn’t think that she can wait about 2 more hours to get fucked by you. 

“C'mon princess,” you taunt,” Just answer daddy’s simple question and i can make you feel good now or you can wait like a good princess.” 

Claire quickly lifts herself from the chair so you can take off her pants and panties, swiftly taking them off of her and placing them to the side of her. Before your girlfriend even tries to beg, you immediately l start to lick at her wet cunt, moaning in delight at the taste of her every time that you can.

“ Fuck I love your mouth Daddy,” Claire moans out before covering her mouth, shoving her fingers in her mouth to somewhat try to muffle out any sounds threatening to come out of her. She was always a loud person during sex and you never shy  away from telling her how fucking hot she sounds moaning and whining, boosting her confidence so much. 

“ My Slutty little princess,” You moan as your mouth leaves her wet cunt, “ gonna get you ready with my fingers sweet dove, you deserve to be fucked til you can only think about my cock”. Claire shudders as she feels two fingers slowly go into her cunt, thankful for her wetness, waiting for her to be comfortable before moving her fingers in and out of her pussy. Observing how hot Claire looks gripping her chair. 

“ Can we move to the couch please?” Claire pleads,” Want you on top”. 

Never the one to deny your sweet dove, you take your fingers out of her cunt, helping claire get off the chair before guiding her to the couch and placing her in your lap before continuing to finger her cunt. 

While both of you are going at it, Jen Barkley is in her office trying her very best to wait for the email with the second set of candidate questions that she needed Debella to do before the end of the day. Jen does try her best to respect Claire but she was worried about having you in the office in fear of distracting her from her work, having learned from past experience with Knope and Wyatt, who never seemed to think when they fuck in the office and having to drink heavily a couple of nights to forget the sight of it.

“ Guess i gotta check up on her,” she mumbles to herself, getting the spare key to the office in case she can’t get in because it's good to be prepared. Of course, when the woman gets to the door, it’s locked and the blinds are closed so she can’t see what’s going on but she can hear noises of some sort. Being an impatient person, Jen unlocks the door and then proceeds to come in the office and it is greeted by the both of you going at it, Claire on top of you completely nude on the couch while she’s getting fingered by you.

“ What the fuck do you want now Barkley? Can’t you see me and my Claire bear are busy?” you say, picking up the pace as you finger your girlfriend while her muffled moans get louder. In a rare moment, you try to hold in your laughter as the tough strong woman that Jen is, has no witty comeback or snarky remark to say, only focusing on the way your fingers look amazing in Claire's cunt, wishing she can feel the same way ( mostly from the lack of sex she’s gotten). 

“Uhm,” she stutters” the email thing, claire needs to send it before-” 

“ She’s got it done honey i’ll send it after we’re done,” you say,” Now can you leave the office, Barkley, i wanna fuck my pretty girlfriend”. Jen says nothing else before quickly walking out of the office, locking it beforehand then making her way back to her office and calling one of her situationships to set something up. 

“ Ready for my cock sweet princess?” you ask, Claire, nodding and getting into position as you put on the harness and strap on before fucking her in the office, happy to have decided to visit her at the office today.

#liz celebrates #lizs writing #claire debella #claire debella x reader #glass onion #claire debella smut #sub!claire #bottom!claire #top!reader #kathryn hahn #kathryn hahn imagine

[alovesongshewrote]

Hi!!! I love your writing!!! Would you be willing to do a douxie x reader where the reader is super stressed about school?? And he comforts them??? Btw i love that you are doing everything gender neutral!!

Chamomile Tea | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot:  You’re stressy, and Douxie wants to help, so he does, and that’s the fic [Hisirdoux Casperan x GenderNeutral!Reader]

Word Count: 742

Warnings: you're a chamomile tea enjoyer

A/N:  this is actually a pretty popular request! consider this the school-stress fic lol

Taglist: @furblrwurblr @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05 @blixeon @mxcheese @prismarts 

At this point in your life, with your hundreds of years behind you, and your hundreds of degrees behind you, you were pretty sure that some professors only became professors to torment their students with excessive amounts of work and the hardest exams imaginable.

You did your best to avoid those professors- Rate My Prof exists for a reason.  However, every now and then, you found yourself with a teacher from hell.

On those occasions, you missed the 1600s, when you were busy taking a century long nap in a bog.

Your partner, Hisirdoux Casperan, did not miss those days!  He thoroughly enjoyed your company, and he missed you while you were away.  That was why, to prevent future bog-nap-related instances, your sweet wizard man did your best to keep you relaxed.

It didn’t always work, but at least he tried.

He'd let you rant and rave about your current assignments, even if the subjects didn’t quite make sense to him.  He’d let you rest on him while you typed away at your laptop, and he’d let you screech when you needed to!  T’was an incredibly kind gesture since you were loud, and your shared apartment was very, very small.  He’d reassure you that your work looked great, and that you were doing well.  He’d compliment your work ethic, but suggest that you take a break.  He’d also make you cups and cups of tea, usually chamomile, all in the name of getting you to relax yourself.

Of course, there were other times, when things were too rough for a cup of tea and a gentle reassurance to make things better.

On those occasions, Douxie would take your hands, help you control your breathing, and assure you that yes, if things did go horribly, terribly wrong in a completely unrealistic way, he would help you flee the country.

Things never did go wrong in a horrible, terrible, completely unrealistic way, but it was nice to have his support when you felt like the world was falling down around you.

Which, of course, had to happen right now.

You had six assignments due in the next week- three papers, two powerpoints, a timeline, and on top of that, you had three upcoming exams to study for.  Your skin felt too tight.  You couldn’t get enough air into your lungs, leaving you gasping for breath.  Your nails dug into your palms, into your chair, into your desk- there was just so much going on and you couldn’t cope.

You were so deep inside your own head that you almost missed it when Douxie put his hand on your shoulder.  

He didn’t ask if you were alright.  It was pretty obvious that you weren’t.  Instead, he just ran his hand down your arm to take your hand in his.  He squeezed your hand gently, a soft reminder that he was there, and that he loved you, and that things would be alright.

In turn, you almost broke his hand.  It wasn’t on purpose, you were just having a panic attack.  Douxie was a good sport about it.

His thumb brushed across your knuckles as he asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You took a shaky breath as you shook your head, “No.  No, it’s nothing you haven’t heard before.”

“I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“I- It’s just a lot.  I’ve got so much work to do, and not enough time to do it in, and it’s just so much.  I don’t know why I do this to myself, I just…” you sighed, and let yourself flop against your wizard.  His arms wrapped around you immediately.  It was a familiar sensation- one that you’d been in thousands of times before.

His eyebrows furrowed with concern, “I’m sorry, darling.  Is there any way I can help?”

A dry laugh escaped you, “A cup of tea would be nice.”

He smiled, giving your hand a kiss and a squeeze before standing, “Earl grey or chamomile?”

“Chamomile, please.”

He left the room before immediately popping his head back in, “Just putting it out there, you do this to yourself because you know, deep down, that you’re capable of amazing things.  I know it.  And so do you.”

He left the room again, though this time, you followed behind, chasing him down the hallway like a bewitched gremlin and wrapping your arms around him.

“Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me, dear.  Now, about that tea-”

#douxie x reader #x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader

[glorified-red]

how do you make your writing do poetic? Cause I see my writing and I’m like what is this hot garbage compared to your brilliance?

Here's literally all the top writing advice I've learned in the past two-ish years because I assure you, my writing was also hot garbage, but hot garbage is still smokin hot bbbyy so dont give up

(brief mentions of smut in passing):

Honestly a lot of it comes down to Quantity > Quality and its not something I talk about very often on here. When I first started writing, I posted almost everyday, if not multiple times a week, consistently. I was writing headcanons of anything I could think of and stupid stories I saw on TikTok, I was answering requests the second they got in my inbox.

How I did it? I just wrote. I didn't think about it.

I was writing because it was fun, not because I wanted the writing itself to be good, I just wanted it to be (insert encanto song here). Some of my older fics are terrible, I reread some of the content and I cant make it past the first few paragraphs without cringing, Ive even considered deleting some or completely revising them because of it.

But that'd defeat the point.

I keep those fics (as terrible as they are) so you guys can see that I too, used to suck at writing. I didn't know what a hyphen was or an em dash, let alone an en dash. I didn't know how to properly punctuate AT ALL (future me, an english major, literally dies inside).

I focused a lot on dialogue when I started out, was it OOC? Probably. Did I care? Fuck no. I wrote anything because the more I wrote the better I got.

Unfortunetly overtime I became obssesed with the Quality of my work and since then I've written very little in comparison (rip my inbox being open to requests lmao). Has the quality gone up? Hell yea. But has my motivation and insecurities suffered? Oh fuck yea.

I focused so much on making my narration more poetic that my dialogue talent suffered tremendously. Which is why I'm trying to get back into more random, silly one shots because goddamit quantity > quality.

And you can see this in Nightmare because that was the series where I started getting creative with prose, pacing, and narration. That series was written and is still being written for me and me only (yall get to see it as a little treat). Its my experiment baby where I throw words at the wall and pray they stick, I talk in metaphors and pray to god it makes sense.

Nightmare is my writing exercise journal basically, everything I learn from Nightmare goes into other fics.

You can easily see how much I've grown as a writer and how because Its just one big experiment. Have you read the beginning of that? It fucking sucks, but the last six chapters? Arguably some of my most poetic work.

Big Brother Intuition was the start of me taping into the emotional side of stories and telling a story through internal dialogue and letting everything else slip in between the lines. Again, it was an exercise. The sole purpose of that fic was to challenge myself to write from Tim's POV for the first time and to write something I myself, experienced and to translate feeling and emotions into legible words.

This is when I started to learn the best writing advice I've ever learned to date that I will scream at anyone who lets me proofread their work:

Show. Don't Tell.

This is huge in writing, especially if you want to write something poetic.

"He walked across the carpeted room."

"Static clung to his socks as they dragged across the carpeted room."

In the first line, you're telling the reader whats going on like youre reading from a powerpoint. In the second, you never actually specify that he is walking, but the reader can tell because you show it visually. They can picture it in their head clearly that not only is he walking, but his shoulders are probably slouched because hes dragging his feet.

Did I ever mention the posture of the character? Nope. Did I mention he's tired? Nope. But can you picture it in the subtext without any more information but that line? Yes (assuming you read into things like me but for the sake of argument just say yes).

(this is also where word connotation comes into play but thats a whole other rant)

The reader can vividly picture your story without you having to spell it out for them.

Now bear in mind, you also have to treat your readers like idiots (sorry not sorry guys).

I like to picture the brain as an empty room, a completely blank canvas. Your story should be vivid enough that by the end of it, the reader has the entire room filled with detail.

When you start writing, you plop your character into that empty room. But how is that character interacting with the environment if its just an empty room? Things only get added into the room if the character interacts with it. If the character doesnt, then you're just telling the reader what to imagine.

What's poetic about that?

If you don't describe the setting, your readers will be confused and won't be able to immerse themselves into the story because they'll be too busy trying to figure out where the door is instead of paying attention to anything else. But reading a long paragrpah describing the room in detail is so much more boring than if the character interacts with it themselves.

(Telling the reader theres a dresser by the bed instead of making the character plop their keys on the dresser before climbing into bed)

You have to specify everything your character is doing to the environment around them so the walls turn from white to red, the room suddenly has a bed in it, theres a dresser next to the bed that needs to be sanded down because the character felt a prick on their skin.

Little things like that make your story more entertaining.

Which starts with the five senses.

I did two Five Senses writing challenges ages ago as a way to get used to writing the senses solo, I highly recommend doing the same (in my masterlist :P). Whenever I write smut, pain, comfort, you name it, the only thing going through my head is "What are they feeling, what are they hearing, what are they smelling, etc"

If you can work with the senses, showing will be so much easier to do because senses is how you show things.

"She felt like she was going to cry."

"The rims of her eyes started to burn."

In the first one, youre telling the audience what shes feeling. In the second, youre showing it. The main difference is that I imagined what it feels like to start to cry (that burn) so I could use a more "poetic" approach but really, I'm just showing instead of telling. That's the difference between hot garbage and poetic writing.

I often like to overexplain things to my audience, I pretend that my readers know nothing before starting my fic, whether its a series or a simple oneshot. This way anyone can read any of my work regardless of if they know Damian has a fucking metal spine or not beause who knows niche stuff like that yk? Its a story, make it enjoyable to anyone because they dont need pre-existing knowledge.

Which brings me to THE MOST IMPORTANT THING ABOUT WRITING EVER.

Come here, this is your bread and butter okay?? This shit is what makes your writing glorious:

Whatever you do, do not make the reader hesitate.

If the person reading your work has to pause what theyre doing to reread a sentence because it doesnt make sense?

You've failed as a writer.

If the reader has to pause what theyre doing to look up a word because it doesnt make sense?

You've failed as a writer.

If the reader keeps losing their place in your story because its dragging?

You've failed as a writer.

Harsh? I know.

The entire point of writing is to tell a story well enough that the readers can fully immerse themselves into your story. If they hesitate for any reason, it breaks the immersion and suddenly that arent ✨reading✨ anymore, theyre R E A D I N G

It's boring.

Now this manifests in soooo many ways and I see it in every fic I've proofread. Assume your readers know nothing!!! I mean it!!! If youre detailed enough in your imagery, your reader will be able to imagine the story without having to readjust their visual (I'm looking at you smut writers, I have no clue what position they're in right now and I'm more confused than I am turned on).

I get bored if the paragraph is more than 4 sentences long because its intimidating to look at, its clunky and boring and it doesnt flow AT ALL. This is when readers skim your work to get to dialogue because dialogue is more easily digestible. (but please, make it obvious who's speaking because If I have to reread an entire convo just to figure out who's talking, you're done and Im moving onto the next fic)

Why? Because the punctuation is easy to digest.

Why do you think my paragraphs are so small? Why do you think my narration is sprinkled in between dialogue? Why do you think I switch between dialogue tags and actions?

So I dont lose reader interest (will I still lose some? oh duh, but not nearly as much as I would if I didn't do these things)

You cannot assume your readers know your story the same way you do, you have a specific picture in your head. Do they? Do they even know what they're supposed to be imagining right now?

And thats where the senses come in!!!

See? It all connects.

Do writing exercises, I promise, they actually work. I treat every fic as a writing exercise.

Self Care Day? Dialogue Training.

Exhaust and Exhaustion? Juggling Characters Training.

Petnames? Tense training.

The list goes on and I could explain it all in so much detail but I'll spare you the boredom.

TLDR:

Write anything and write a lot, even if its shitty, because the more you write the more experience you'll get.

Practice with sensory imagery.

Do writing exercises.

Be creative and visual instead of strict and bulletproof esque --- show, dont tell.

Treat your readers like they know nothing and treat them and their attention span like thats the holy grail.

Be creative and literally just have fun and I promise you will see so much growth in your writing.

Please let me know if yall want me to expand on this or to explain anything, my english major brain is literally hardwired for these types of discussions.

#ah yes #word vomit #i was not expecting this to be so long #sorry not sorry #asks #writing advice #writing tips #writing help

[randomwriteronline]

For some reason i got evil Pohatu on my mind. Not the same one as the au i wrote once of him getting shadow leech'd, this a pre-canister Pohatu being welcomed in the brotherhood of makuta and possibly getting mildly brainwashed by Teridax via being given purpose and praise and goals and so on for roughly 100 thousand years

Pre-canister Pohatu is lonely and alone and sort of bitter and if hes already got his terrible sense of self-worth it might be even worse. I think if he found out earlier that they were going to desert the av-matoran (who so far have been his only purpose and perhaps the source of most of his sense of belonging and not being useless) to go in the codrex he might have flipped off tahu and kopaka and tried to use his mask to evacuate karda nui in time completely abandoning the rest of the mata. I can see him figuring those two are hiding something, cornering one of them (probably Kopaka) to have the whole thing explained to him, getting really mad, assuming the others are also in the know and this was kept specifically from him, and telling them to fuck off with their coward pods if they so wanted because he was going to save the matoran, you know, the thing he was built for. Cue him doing his best and probably failing at least in part, thus stumbling depressedly into the makuta afterwards and being taken in bc holy shit one of the toa mata??? Youre like one of the most important beings to the safety of the entire universe we need to make sure you dont die out there on your own considering your obvious tendency towards recklessness

Teridax isnt evil yet but it is still in his nature to scheme and make plans so hes like, im gonna make sure the toa likes me the best out of everybody here just in case something goes awry. You never know. And so Pohatu gets positive reinforcement and praise and generally being considered good and useful and in no time hes latched onto Teridax's side like a baby holding his moms hand hard enough to break her bones bc hes afraid of losing her while at the supermarket. He needs that positive attention like hes going to die, especially since he has no duty currently so hes feeling even more useless than ever. Teridax at first accidentally (purposefully when he starts thinking of The Plan) completely rewires his whole brain into being dependent from him so when he overthrows Miserix Pohatu just follows along seeing absolutely nothing wrong with his scheme.

Nobody outside of the brotherhood knows Pohatu is there bc on one hand, mask of speed makes him hard to track down/catch/see in general, and also Teridax is very adamant in keeping him stashed away for a rainy day because he is essentially one of the most secret weapons he has. Like, thats a whole ass toa mata at his disposal. Not just that, hes completely loyal to him AND has been marinating a grudge against his siblings for like 100 thousand years. AND - most importantly - hes inconspicuous. In the past thousands of years hes spent dragging the toa of stone around Teridax found out that beyond the power and the bitterness he is also naturally just soooo friendly. So personable. You can trust this motherfucker with any secret ever. He has told him so many tiny secrets that he KNOWS Pohatu has never spoken about or even written down that he could give him a whole powerpoint presentation of The Plan and have absolutely no fear whatsoever of anybody ever hearing from it. Hes the perfect double agent because when hes nice, 99% of the time he genuinely means it, and he is so earnest and convinced that hes doing the right thing that even Axonn wouldnt fucking figure him out. MAYBE the order of mata nui is aware of the fact that hes with the makuta at first, before the problem with the barraki, but they could lose track of him.

As soon as the other mata wash ashore on the island of mata nui Teridax sends in Pohatu to further his plan and thats when he realizes oh, im the only motherfucker who knows Anything. I need to play dumb. So he pretends to also have amnesia and plays out some kind of mildly stupid but affable toa of stone routine with all his siblings whom he has a very distorted hateful image of due to last seeing them One Hundred Thousand Years Prior and spending at least 80 of those soaked in Teridax's propaganda, and hes doing his absolute best not to sabotage them completely every chance he gets because Teridax needs them for the plan. He has a grudge against the Turaga as well for obvious reasons (you put my incredibly unhealthy parental figure boss in a rock and stole his matoran and reign you fucking whores) but not against the Matoran bc they couldn't really do much about it all after all. He and Akhmou have a genuinely sweet relationship based on "youre the only motherfucker who gets me and has also been massively manipulated by makuta" and he probably is also incredibly fond of Takua, which becomes a problem when he turns out to be the toa of light bc That's Bad For The Plan but also My Little Brother ;;

I don't know if hed manage to still reconnect with the mata properly as he gets to know them better (thus trying to sway them in Teridax's favor bc he loves them and he loves him and he doesnt want to lose either) or if hed be too fixated on his past bitterness to see through it, but also I don't think he'd kill. Hes still a toa and while he might be more desensitized to doing crueler things like encasing the piraka completely in rock to make them into statues, kinda like kopaka does when freezing someone, i still dont think hed be able to go for more outright deadly methods. Anyways yeah, take all this

#bionicle #pohatu #random talks #im falling asleeo so sorry if i forgot shut to say #orpiment au

[mittenlady]

Hey, Mitten Lady, I'd like to try writing something more ... "angsty", but I fear I might not give such a serious topic enough gravitas, you know - be serious and not appear just cruel for cruelty's sake, or worse, glorifying terrible things happening. Got any tips for that, or maybe a few recommendations for literature on writing it better?

THIS IS LITERALLY WHY I MADE A TUMBLR

Generally, I ignore the fanfiction definition of angst—something more than sad, something tragic, something dark and serious—and generalize it as "sad." While that isn't the actual definition of the word, that's the connotation I have for it in fanfic. Keeping that in mind might help guide your search if you want to hunt down some YouTube videos—how to write sad scenes, how to make writing have emotional impact—or other things of the sort. That's really all it is.

Blabbing about angst below the cut :) hoping it's helpful and makes sense, but a lot is dependent on the situation sooo

For emotional impact:

This literally wasn't part of your question, but I always repeat this over and over again because I think it's absolutely necessary to writing good angst. I have so many thoughts about this subject, but it boils primarily down to the emotional impact. Like that one textpost about the Oreo needing both light and dark to be compete, writing needs lighter moments to contrast with darker moments.

I did this a lot in One Week in December, blending lighter conversations and stupid silly things (u r laxative ja) with darker, more serious conversations. If there's more depressive content, there'll be more reason to appreciate the happier content. But if there's too much depressive content and no happy content to balance it out, it's just... the same. If mood is a graph, it'll be stagnant... and it'll feel stagnant. Hopefully that explanation makes sense. The Giver really put that into perspective (and gave me a reason to lie about period cramps to skip gym class and literally just read the book in the library and finish it weeks before the rest of the class), talking about the necessity of miserable memories to make one appreciate joyful memories.

Aside from repeating myself, a handle of diction and connotation is necessary, along with imagery. The right words—and their attached connotations—can make or break a scene. If I used "verbal diarrhea" in an OWiD scene where Apollo is, once again, drunk and having a mental breakdown, that would probably leave a disgusting taste in one's mouth, and make it seem more grossly comical rather than serious.

Imagery, such as how characters respond to those angsty situations—which was heavily impactful in House M.D.'s Season 4 finale (please watch it I love Robert Sean Leonard he ATE that and I cried like a baby)—can make your audience feel more... especially if they care about those characters. Which I did. You like Wilson more than who he's crying for, and seeing him—a typically happy and kind character—break down reeeeally screws you up. Imagery can also set the tone, however, such as when I kept alluding to ravens (and Edgar Allan Poe's poem lol) when talking about Clay's jacket in OWiD. The ravens make it edgy and goth and bring a clear association with death... an obviously darker tone.

But I'm assuming you already knew all that, lol. And I'm probably not covering everything there is, everything that can work, everything that can emotionally destroy your audience... and talking in circles. Really, it's easier to explain this sort of thing within a piece of writing, try to apply it in suggestions and point out examples of angst done right.

But that literally is NOT what you asked, lol. That was just more technical things, more story things, but I go crazy over talking about stuff like that. I could even make a powerpoint...

As for avoiding cruelty for cruelty's sake:

This is a hard one. I could literally be accused of this in my Major Character Death pieces, especially because I wrote both of those with the sole purpose of killing someone at the end. Whether it’s to explore a certain kind of death, a technical writing aspect like POV, or just for funsies in describing corpses and making my favorite characters miserable, I just... like writing depressing things.

I think avoiding unnecessary cruelty is part of emotional impact, however, blending the light with the dark. I also believe part of it is exigence: why are you doing this? What are you trying to say with this? The meaning behind the piece can change the “cruelties,” give them more context.

Me emotionally bludgeoning Apollo in OWiD was necessary for my purpose of exploring his character and exploring grief (unlike half the fics despite DD being out for almost a damn decade) and give a general message on don’t shut people out blah blah blah take care of your mental health. Something like that. There are a lot of different interpretations one can make when reading—I’m just putting things out there.

The point I'm trying to make is that those cruelties should be necessary for the overall story you're trying to tell. Not just there for funsies (unless you write it well, in which case, good). Apollo was very, very sad and very, very pitiful in OWiD because it was necessary for my purpose. Likewise goes for lighter moments. The more peaceful, domestic moments in "Turnabout of Matimony" were necessary to build investment in the existing relationship, show the meaning behind it, and built up the reason for the wedding ring purchase... which built up something to lose in the end when the tragedy was revealed.

Hopefully that made sense. It might not. Either way, I'm transitioning into the next topic now.

As for not glorifying:

Talking about OWiD again, I tried not to glorify Apollo’s dumb ass coping mechanisms by (kind of directly kind of inadvertently) stating they weren’t safe, weren’t healthy, really weren’t smart in the piece. Having other characters make comments, having Athena's own narration reflect hey this is weird I do not think this is what I should be doing and I am genuinely worried he is going to die because he is being stupid. Even if I'm not the narrator, I wanted there to be voices pointing out that the situation isn't right.

If they were saying "oh how cute you are helping him" or something, or if I talked about how she somehow managed to "fix him," or I made his depression somehow cute and pretty and romantic or something, that would be glorifying it.

However, what that angst is really changes how you have to handle it. If that angst is straight-up having someone just die, then are you glorifying death? Hard to say. A lot of this depends on the situation, but you just need to have an overall sensitivity.

Like I was saying, THE challenge in OWiD was making it clear that whatever the hell Athena and Apollo were doing wasn’t really smart, that a lot of things were poorly handled—that depression is not cute or romantic and that she wasn’t trying to save him, because that’s just not how it works; it wouldn’t be healthy, especially if the relationship ended, and it’d be a co-dependency, and I did NOT state all of that outright in the work, but that was in the back of my head when I was writing, which was especially why I wrote Apollo’s chapter to explicitly state that he was going to make efforts to improve himself not just because he was down bad for Athena, but because he wanted to improve for his own sake. I tried to display that in both their narration and in retrospect. Keyword tried. 

However, the fact I kept all that in mind is the key to not glorifying. Unless I accidentally did, and am simply too stupid to realize it.

Ultimately, certain "flavors" of angst require a mindfulness and, if necessary, education about the subject you’re writing about, if it calls for that. I also have my unpaid proofreaders (aka friends) to make sure I’m not doing something totally stupid. Self-reflection and peer-reflection are your best friends.

Long, drawn-out conclusion:

Hopefully, something I said makes sense. There'll always be videos online, and articles to read, and other examples within media—whether literature, television, or movies, thinking CRITICALLY about what you're consuming before taking those examples as gospel—that can help you learn what works and what doesn't.

And experience is always the best teacher. The more you write different things, the more natural they'll seem.

#i typed 6 paragraphs at first and then pressed ctrl+z and then they all disappeared and couldn't ctrl+y them back so #thati smy angst #regardless as a general thing #i am always willing to proofread always ok literally college essay season was so fun #my asks are open so feel free to just ask #or idk how DMs work on tumblr but literally. just ask #my type-a personality will be your greatest asset #mitten lady writing things #is any of this coherent like

[annoyed-at-things]

A ML Rant

I’m getting this out of the way right now - I dropped Miraculous Ladybug a long time ago. I still look at fan content, but most of it is salt. I think looking at the show with everything people have brought up helps me appreciate the fans who actually make content better than whatever is going on. 

Which is why I hate that I have implied in my story that Adrienette is going to be canon, because whatever has happened has thoroughly soured the way I view the ship and I cannot see it as anything but toxic at this point. I am just doing this because Recklessness focuses on salting on Alya specifically, but I will get this out of the way right now before I upload the rest of the fic: I do not like Adrien Agreste and the way the show treats Marinette, but I need a good idea for an Adrien salt fic if I want to write that in the future. 

More specifically, I do not like how the women in this show are constantly treated badly so that the story which claims to ‘empower’ them can push whatever agenda they have. (More under the cut which I just learned how to add to my posts)

(Also I identify as he/him but gender is fluid so I’m not sure about that, but I’m sorry if I offend anyone at any point since I might not have the same worldview and experiences as anyone else, especially those who identify as women since this leans heavily into sexism and misogyny, but I’m willing to listen and learn so please feel free to tell me if I’m wrong at any point :D)

I have actually made a Powerpoint Presentation on why Adrien is a terrible hero but I stopped at Silencer because it was so frustrating for me to watch this show with a critical eye on a character which is never called out for their bullshit. 

I am not saying Marinette is perfect and there are certainly some moments which really make her come off as weird, but I want you to look back and see how many of these moments are driven by her ‘love’ of Adrien. I’m not going to list them because I have not touched the actual show since the trailer for Dearest Family dropped and my information might not be the most accurate because of it, but here are a few moments which I can list off the top of my head:

1) She gives up an opportunity to learn with one with one of the greatest fashion designers so her bully who makes a habit of akumatizing a large portion of the population of Paris could stay, so that Adrien can be happy.

2) She goes all the way to China, not so she can learn about her own culture and heritage, but for a white boy. 

3) She stalks Adrien and Lila in Onii-Chan because she ‘loves’ him. 

There are plenty of other degrading character moments which are thrown in because of Marinette’s love for Adrien which ends up hurting the story so much more. But even with these moments, Marinette is still shown to care. Yes, Animaestro was a mess, but with Frozer, Loveater and Mr Pigeon 72 she’s shown to be caring about Kagami’s relationship with Adrien even though she likes him. 

And that’s not talking about all the times where Marinette has to apologize and take the fall for Adrien’s mistakes and lies. Adrien doesn’t actually say sorry much, while Marinette does a lot (Link here). Marinette also faces consequences for a lot of things, even if she wasn’t in the wrong (Link here). 

Miraculous Ladybug as a show claims to empower women, but the only people they seem to empower are the men. They reduce so many of the female characters to bad caricatures of themselves and have no issue villainizing most of them. 

Chloe is seen as a mean girl with absolutely no character development at any point of time who continues to enjoy hurting people on purpose. But she did have character development and learnt how to be a better person. Unfortunately the ‘status quo’ needs to be maintained, so that can’t happen. 

Lila is a malicious liar who wants to see Ladybug defeated because she embarrassed her in front of a guy. First off, no. That’s such a terrible character choice and I’m pretty sure she was only introduced to make Chloe look better (Which she did, considering that most Lila salt fics include a Chloe redemption). 

Let me reiterate this: a teenage girl willingly works with a terrorist to get revenge on someone else who called her out for putting herself in danger so that she could impress a slice of bread. 

Audrey is seen as an uncaring parent who had no issue leaving her child. Yet they refuse to acknowledge that the Mayor, who was more present in her life, could have added to how Chloe ended up. They even refuse to acknowledge that how her parents treated her could be why Chloe is the monster the show makes her to be, writing her off as just a mean girl even as she tries to become better?

Sabrina is essentially Chloe’s slave, but that’s fine. She enjoys being friends with Chloe. 

And the show plays a lot of these degrading moments as jokes!

Hey! Marinette is under a large amount of stress and pressure! Marinette experiences a large amount of anxiety! Isn’t that just hilarious! 

And we’re supposed to feel sad when Adrien risks the safety of Paris time and time again when he chooses to goof off - or give up - in the middle of a fight because isn’t that so sad? Ladybug doesn’t love him, which gives him the perfect excuse to lead everyone on. He doesn’t get to see Ladybug often, so we have to be upset when no one is getting manipulated by a villain who doesn't care if the world ends as long as he gets what he wants. 

There is so much gaslighting and victim blaming in the show it’s not even funny.

Let’s make it clear: it is not Marinette’s job to cater to his emotions. Marinette is a superhero whose job it is to save Paris and keep them safe from a megalomaniac who has no sense of fashion. Marinette can realistically just show up to fights, win and then leave, but she doesn’t. She stays and she cares. And her caring doesn’t mean that she should become a pushover for a guy who doesn’t understand the concept of boundaries.

I do not care that Adrien is ‘sheltered’ and ‘innocent.’ Adrien was friends with Chloe since he was young. Adrien knows what she was doing was wrong. But Adrien didn’t do anything to stop her, only encouraging her behavior by laughing when she made Mylene cry at the end of Despair Bear. Adrien grew up around people as a model. And Adrien has been in school for a while, and by now he should have some sort of idea that the world does not revolve around him. 

Heck, even the costumes are less detailed for the women. Most of them wear skin-tight suits which can be color swapped to fit any other hero, while the male costumes have more detail. Ladybug is a 14 year old in a skin-tight costume. Ladybug, whose civilian persona is a fashion designer. 

I read a summary for Kuro Neko and any chance of me touching the main series again was thrown out of the window, because seriously? Marinette finally gets the partner she wants - someone who cares for Paris and focuses on the job and she suddenly gets ‘distracted’ because he’s ‘too perfect?’ Kuro Neko has shown that Chat Noir could have been a good hero at any time but chooses not to. 

And seriously Plagg? You blame her for Chat Noir giving up his Miraculous? Because she doesn’t pay enough attention to him? They both always showed up when there was an akuma before, but all of a sudden when she gives out the Miraculous that’s not something he does. 

Adrien has, on multiple occasions, made Marinette uncomfortable but that’s seen as a Marinette problem. Astr*c is so obsessed with Adrien - a white, straight, cis male - being ‘perfect’ that he doesn’t give a damn about his flaws and instead chooses to blame Marinette for every problem Adrien puts himself into and forces on others. 

And yes, I also cannot believe that I went through this whole post without mentioning Chameleon, but for all you salt writers out there please note that Adrien, who knows that Lila lies and who is supposed to stand for justice, looks at Marinette with disgust as she’s pushed to the back without any proof of Lila’s disability or any say in the decision to change her seats. (I know it’s really not okay for her to just accuse someone of faking a disability, but I’m not trying to justify that. I just feel like as the elected class representative she should be involved in a class decision, and her feedback should be acknowledged since they chose her to be the one in charge of class decisions. Also Damocles and Bustier suck.)

#ml #mlb #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml salt #miraculous salt #adrien salt #adrein agreste #marinette deserves better #marinette dupain cheng #thomas astruc salt #damocles salt #bustier salt #if you squint #some marinette salt #but mostly thomas being an absolute POS

[doki-doki-imagines]

Should they teach you sword fight? Ikesen edition pt.1

Uesugi-Takeda forces

Kenshin Uesugi:

-You would think he is the best one....and HE IS!

-At times you got hit just because you were awestruck by his elegant moves.

-BUT, he will never go easy. He wants to make a warrior out of you.

-However if you are his partner, he'll go terribly easy on you.

-So, Kenshin is 2 ways:

So, should Kenshin teach you sword fighting? Yes! He gets an 8/10 just because at times his mean words hit harder than the training sword, so someone could get discouraged easily.

Sasuke Sarutobi:

-He is a good teacher, but he won't let you touch a training sword until he shows you a 140 pages PowerPoint Sengoku style.

-You're thrown in middle school all over again with the same anxiety you had pre-exams.

-If you can arrive at the end of the theory part not completely fed up with Sasuke's voice, then congrats! You can enter the final stage!

-Now it should come the hard part, but after all the theory you have gone through and Sasuke soft way of teaching you learned really fast how to defend yourself.

So, should Sasuke teach you sword fighting? Yes, it's a 7/10. He saves himself just because in the end all that theory had a purpose, even if boring.

Kanetsugu Naoe:

-Brave of you to ask you. If you are so brave (he would say dumb) you can be a good student (he said monkey).

-So, as you can see he would be pretty rude.

-Like Kenshin he is a serious and professional man, so he will never go easy on you.

-His heart always quiver when he hits you harder than intended, but he never shows it.

So, should Kanetsugu teach you sword fighting? Mhh, yes? It's a 6/10, at the end you learned something, but his aggressive ways may discourage you from the start. When you do something good, you may even receive a compliment, but that is only for perfect students, so it doesn't happen often.

Shingen Takeda:

-Can we start saying that every breath is devoted to flirting with you?

-Sword fighting isn't even something he likes to do, as good as he is Shingen still prefers spending time relaxing.

-If you really, really, want to do it and it really has to be him, Shingen may succumb to your request and teach you something.

-But honestly? Thank his lessons you may just develop a big crush for him instead of sword skills.

So, Should Shingen teach you sword fighting? No, it's a 4/10. You just know how to grip a sword and you'll end up pining for him.

Yukimura Sanada:

-Let's start with the fact that he isn't bad.

-But if he has feelings for you he gets flustered way too easily.

-You can count on one hand when the lessons went smoothly. Ending on the ground, often covered in a thin layer of sweat moved more often than not something inside Yuki.

-But overall he is nice! He may spit out some mean comment here and there, but more often than not he is being nice.

So, Should Yukimura teach you sword fighting? Yes! It's a 9/10. When Yuki sees how serious you are about learning he gets even more pumped up; if you are a good student he wants to be a good teacher!

#ikemen sengoku imagines #ikemen sengoku imagine #ikesen #ikesen kenshin #ikesen sasuke #ikesen kanetsugu #ikesen shingen #ikesen yukimura #these are a tons of characters #already sweating for the Oda forces

[notcatherinemorland]

I'm speed running series 1 and 2 of 13's Dr whom run for Research Purposes for another Terrible Exquisitely Unhinged PowerPoint and I'm so sorry I'm unable to be normal about any of this

#me meta #dr who wank for ts #I'm so sorry I'm just unrepentantly GAY about yaz and also 13

[julie-and-the-himbo-ghosts]

Willex rwrb au!!!! I loterally made a headcanon post about that like last week because Henry and Alex remind me of each other SO MUCH!!! Please tell me more!!!

Willex rw&rb au!!! So I actually first got inspired for this au by @a-chaotic-ananas (at least I’m like 99% sure) and this post by @sunsetscurving and I just saw it once and it lived rent free in my head forever

I haven’t written or planned it at all but it lives in my fic prompts list rent free and I can never pass up the chance to scream about it so here’s what I’ve got in my head:

I actually had a really hard time thinking of which of them would be Henry and which would be Alex? Bc like you said Alex gives me big Henry vibes yknow just their personality, the anxiety, family issues, all that but on the other hand I could totally see Alex as, well, Alex (Claremont-Diaz) for several reasons like Alex really gives me the “I want to be a politician to change things and work for equality” vibes and just Alex’s (C-D) law school, anxiety-writing essays at 2am, shit sleep schedule, chaotic sibling relationships, etc just are so Alex for me

And then willie gives me Henry vibes bc he’s more of the “I do not wanna be a politician/ruler I just wanna be gay and chill” Henry vibes yknow? Like I could totally see him saying hell no to all of that like Henry and also the whole depressing family vibes fit Willie to me for some reason. There’s not a lot here oop but Alex gives me Alex energy more than Willie gives me Alex energy so yeah

And since Alex is Alex I wanted him to have a weirdish family dynamic and even tho we’ve never met Alex’s parent I just. I don’t like them. So Alex is the first son of the president or whatever it’s just that he was adopted by the Molinas bc his parents kicked him out when he was like 15 and came out to them and Julie and Alex were childhood best friends so the Molinas were like nope and just adopted him

I haven’t decided if that meant Ray or Rose would be the president bc on one hand Ray would be a vibe and easier for me to write but on the other hand Rose being president would be iconic yknow and she could have the vibes

Yknow what no I have decided now Rose would be an iconic president

So then Julie is June and Carlos is just an extra character bc I love him

Reggie is Nora bc smart!reggie supremacy I said what I said and bc they have the same genius but also chaos bisexual energy and I just love the idea of Julie, Reggie, and Alex being little shits together

And Luke takes the place of willies best friend bc the chaotic adhds gotta stick together of course and I just think willie and Luke would be great friends and also this gives the whole possibility of a lil bit of Julie and Willie kinda pretending to be together like June and Henry do but with the added bonus of juke and willex angst bc that’s the wrong person!!!

Sorry just the idea of Rose with Ellen energy is amazing like just imagine Rose making the whole “why dating the prince of England is a TERRIBLE idea, Alex” powerpoint. The pure chaotic energy you could get—

Also the whole “Alex demanding Henry see him by causing problems on purpose outside the palace” both a) has “i thought we were having fun together”/“that’s not good enough, Willie” jatp parallels and b) I just feel like Alex would totally do that

Bobby as Luna bc more jatp parallels (kinda)!! and Alex-Bobby friendship!! It’s what we deserve really

And also instead of Alex’s dad we get the close family friend Trevor bc I said so and imagine the Alex-Julie-Reggie-Willie-Luke dynamic at the lakehouse with Carrie too (and Flynn of course bc Julie, Carrie, Flynn, and Alex were all childhood friends and Carrie and Flynn are totally dating)

Caleb Covington as Philip or just some royalty or maybe even instead of the Queen? Idk I just like the idea of him causing problems with willex like how he’s the jatp antagonist

I think that’s everything from my head? Yeah it is but I’ll add more if I think of it and feel free to add your own stuff!!

#willex rw&rb au #asks!! #juliaandthephantoms #kates jatp thoughts #this was a lot huh ahskdhdkdn #I said I’d post this yesterday sorry but Personal Shit came back up again :/ #jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #willie nolastname #willie wilbur williamson #willex #juke #carrie wilson #flynn nolastname #flynn flynnigan #flarrie #bobby/trevor wilson

[transmasc-wizard]

sneeps 4: this time, it's personal

"hey nico are you ever going to make a Sneeps title that isn't weird as fuck and/or a bad joke" no <3

ALL of this is from the stuff i wrote yesterday, i got 3100 words done and im actually quite proud of that

murder! i actually wrote murder!!

The destruction was haphazard and random, as if it had simply come into being from something too big and strong to understand it’s own limits. Except the tears, that was; the torn wallpaper on the back wall was absolutely on purpose, spelling out HE WAS A WASTE in shaky writing.

And, terribly, three: the body slumped below those words.

The head lolled downwards, almost like an arrow pointing toward the gaping, bloody hole in the victim’s clothes and—by gory extension—his chest. Ace recognized him, too, though he didn’t know the boy’s name. He was the floppy-haired boy from Miss Stone’s class, the one who’d been so insistent he and everyone else there was there because they were smart.

It seemed, Ace reflected, reading the words again, that the killer had disagreed on a personal level.

end of chapter creepiness

“Why are you here?” Rafael asked. Not as an accusation, just a question, tinged with unease.

Winston shrugged. “My father. I heard there’d been another death, and he sent people down, so… I followed. And Alexander is right. I don’t know how in the world, but…” Winston shrugged again. “He’s exactly right.”

“Right about what?” Rafael asked, and at the same time, Ace said, “It’s Ace, not Alexander.”

“Sorry,” Winston said, and he sounded sincere. He pushed his glasses up on his nose a little, then said, far too nonchalantly, “What he described is exactly how Thalia was found.”

a murder powerpoint because that's not fucked up at all

“Wait, what type of magic?” Rafael asked. “Like, Lord of the Rings magic? Or more like Avatar? Or sci-fi-ish type science-y magic? Or—”

“Like something old, trouble, and terrible,” Winston interrupted, and he hit a button on a remote to reveal a PowerPoint.

Specifically, a PowerPoint showcased via a computer and a projector, neither of which Ace had noticed through the man-made rubble.

“What—?” Ace started.

“Shh,” Winston said. “I’m presenting.”

Ace dutifully shut up, as did Rafael. The two of them watched as Winston loaded up the first slide: MURDER AT A PRIVATE SCHOOL (because that’s really original). It had a picture of the knife emoji with some low-quality MS paint blood scribbled on it.

!! im actually pretty proud of this, i wrote so much fuckin STUFF yesterday

taglist: @the-gay-lady-of-ravenclaw-tower, @stormharbors, @bluewritesbadly, @googolplexicon, @judylunsford

this is the first time i've shown winston. there is no lissa in this. there has not been lissa in anything yet, and that's a grave misdeed on my part, but it'll change soon i promise

good vibes to all, drink water, have a nice day

#sneeps #my writing #my wips #nt21 #wip nt21 #writblr #writeblr #nico yells into the void #nano #nanowrimo 2021

[amongthedrowned]

SBI and their Pets

When they were young, Techno and Tommy teamed up for a singular purpose: to convince Phil to get them a dog.

Techno, of course, acted as the brains of the operation—he made a powerpoint detailing the pros and cons of each breed including price, accessibility, and potential to bite Tommy (in his eyes, a pro; in Tommy’s eyes, a con).

Tommy, of course, used emotional warfare. Any time Phil drove by an animal shelter, Tommy would begin to rant about how “all those poor poor dogs are stuck in cages. Isn’t that terrible, dad? Isn’t it?”

Phil knew what they were doing, of course, but he enjoyed the prospect of Techno and Tommy working together. Eventually, he caved, and they got a terrier mix from their local shelter. The dog was dubbed Henry.

Wilbur and Tommy often took Henry with them when they visited Tubbo in L’Manberg: when the apocalypse hit, he became one of their last remaining pieces of home.

Alas—sometimes, pets aren’t meant to be in Essempy.

After Henry’s death, Tommy tried to get another pet. He went through a few different animals with varying degrees of success (the moth he caught in a mason jar lasted the shortest—Tommy forgot to give it air).

Meanwhile, Techno found a horse on an abandoned ranch and brought it with him to Essempy.

Much later, when Tommy stayed with Techno in exile, they found some stray puppies on the roadside. The two brought them back home and raised them, jokingly calling them the hound army.

Phil, of course, recognized wolves when he saw them. But Techno and Tommy hadn’t worked together for so long—maybe it was nostalgia that drove him to stay silent about the dogs’ true breed. After all, it wouldn’t do much harm, right?

In the end, the only harm done was to the wolves themselves. Most of them were killed during Doomsday, confused by Tommy and Techno’s conflicting orders.

(The Injustice of Undeath masterpost)

#the injustice of undeath #zombie apocalypse au #dream smp #mcyt #sleepyboisinc #sbi #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #wilbur soot #fanfiction #mcyt au #dream smp au #tw animal death

[unholyobsessions]

Those who get sick together, stay together

Pairing: Julie x Luke

Description: Luke and Julie are best friends and it takes a delirious love confession for them to finally get together

Requested: Yes

A/N: It may seem kind of rushed? not my best work but at the same time i really like it

Warnings: Sickness, throwing up

Word Count: 2.5k

Masterlist

Here’s the thing, when you’ve known someone all your life you get used to doing everything together. Whether it be going to the arcade, the movies, shopping sprees, or vacations, where one goes, the other follows. That is the case with Julie Molina and Luke Patterson.

Growing up as neighbors in a suburban neighborhood of mostly retired couples made them the only kids within a five mile radius (and the winners of every chocolate selling competition the school hosted.) It was impossible to see the two of them apart and they liked it that way. They took the same classes and same extracurriculars, going as far as getting in trouble on purpose if the other had already gotten detention (when they were given a different schedule their freshmen year of high school, they gave a powerpoint presentation to the principle on the reasons they needed to be together… it worked.)

Considering the fact that they were never apart, it really came as no surprise when they both came down with the stomach flu the same weekend. Whenever they’re sick, they normally FaceTime the entire time, neither strong enough to visit and staying away if the other had miraculously not caught the sickness. This time however, Luke’s parents have to go on a business trip that has been scheduled for over a month that they really could not afford to cancel. Rose, ever the angel, immediately offered to have Luke stay over, saying that she is already going to take care of Julie, might as well nurse Luke back to health as well.

So that is why they both find themselves tucked into Julie’s bed with wet rags on their foreheads and grimaces on their faces. They each have their respective trash cans next to them in case they don’t have the time to run to the bathroom before throwing up.

Rose walks into the room with a bowl of ice in her hand but instead of going straight to the bed, she goes to Julie’s windows and pulls open the the purple blinds with butterfly stickers stuck to them. As a result, Luke and Julie let out loud groans and pull the covers over their heads. Rose rolls her eyes and walks over.

“The two of you are so dramatic I swear.” She pulls down the cover and takes both the rags to put them in the bowl.

“Mom,” they say, dragging out the word. A smile pulls at Rose’s lips, as it always does whenever Luke calls her mom. It’s been happening for years really, just as he calls Ray, Dad and Julie calls Mr. and Mrs. Patterson Ma and Pops respectively.

“Don’t mom me. You should be thankful I’m even here taking care of you.” They all know she’s lying. She would move a mountain for them, for anyone really, that’s just how Rose is.

She grabs the packet of pills from her pocket and gets two giving one to each of them. “Put these under your tongue and let them dissolve.” They both obediently do it but shoot up from the bed a few seconds later. Julie makes a run for the bathroom and Luke opts for the trashcan. Rose rushes after Julie, holding her hair back as she retches into the toilet. She faintly hears the sounds of Luke gagging and she lets out a sigh. So much for the pills.

Julie brushes her teeth and goes back to the bed, Luke getting up to rinse his mouth as well. Rose turn on the TV, hoping a couple of Friends reruns will brighten up their mood, and is about to walk out of the room when she hears a crash from the bathroom. She runs in to see Luke standing over a broken glass. He looks up with tears in his eyes.

“I-it fell. I didn’t mean too. I’m sorry.” Rose has to resist the urge to laugh as she grabs his hand and leads him back to the bed. She gets the now cold rags and places them over their foreheads again before turning off the light and going back to the bathroom to clean the mess.

Julie scoots closer to Luke and lays her head on his shoulder. Luke has the urge to push her away because the room feels much too hot for cuddling but when he opens his mouth to tell her to move she looks up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes he has ever seen. He sighs and ignores the sweat forming under his clothes, pulling Julie closer against him, both drifting off to sleep after a few episodes.

. . .

The next morning they’re no longer running a fever but they do find out the hard way that they still cannot keep any food down. When Rose tries to give them some plain toast, hoping that they will at least get some food in them, they both got up from the bed, this time Luke going to the bathroom and Julie using the trashcan.

With a heavy sigh, Rose phones the doctor, questioning him on what is the best option for two picky teenagers.

He suggests using syrup medicine instead of pills and tells her a pharmacy where she could pick it up in a couple of minutes. She thanks him profusely before hanging up. When she goes back upstairs she sees Julie and Luke both making their way back to the bed after brushing their teeth.

“Hey guys I’m going to pick up some medicine, I’ll be about forty-five minutes. You going to be okay by yourselves?” She calls from the doorway. Julie groans and tucks herself further into the bed. Luke laughs and looks up at Rose.

“We’ll be okay mom. I’m pretty sure Julie is going back to sleep,” he answers with a smile. He still felt terrible but he wasn’t nauseous anymore and he called that a win. She smiled and said goodbye before leaving.

. . .

A few hours later, Rose goes into the room with the medicine in hand. She hadn’t given it to them when she first arrived because they had both fallen asleep. They had been awake for a few hours but the medicine is supposed to make them drowsy so she preferred to give it to them at night.

Julie’s sitting on the bed, brushing through her wet hair and Luke is changing in the bathroom. Rose sits behind Julie and gently takes the hairbrush from her. She finishes untangling her hair and gives it a final dry through with a towel. Luke comes out of the bathroom and smiles sheepishly.

“I threw up again.”

Rose simply holds out her hand and Luke speed walks to the bed. He lays down and cuddles at her side, with Julie leaning back against her chest. She places kisses on both their heads before telling them to sit up so they can take the medicine.

They each take a tablespoon and take a sip of water. Rose tucks them into bed and turns off the lights, wishing them a goodnight and waiting a beat for them to say it back.

A few minutes later, they’re laying side by side, the darkness of the room providing a sense of comfort. The medicine hits Luke harder than it should, and Julie teases him about being a lightweight as he says nothing but nonsense.

“Jules?” Luke’s voice is groggy, as if it’s fading away.

“Yeah Luke?” Julie however is fully awake, the medicine not hitting her yet.

“I love you.”

She blushes, a foolish smile pulling at her lips. “I love you too.”

“No but like, love you love you.” He’s not quite sure what he’s saying. He feels sort of like that time he got his wisdom teeth out.

Her breath hitches. “You’re delirious,” she whispers, wishing for him to take the words back before she can read too much into them.

“Maybe. But that doesn’t mean it’s not true. I’m in love with you Jules, have been for a while.” He says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, but his eyes are drooping and she’s sure he won’t remember this tomorrow.

“Go to sleep Lu.” her heart clenches and she blinks the tears away, blaming the pain in her stomach and not her feelings.

“Okay. Goodnight.” And just like that he’s out like a light. A few tears slip down her cheeks and after a while, the medicine hits her and her eyes flutter shut.

The next morning she waits for him to say something, anything, and when he doesn’t she decides she won’t either. She pretends it never happened and tries her best to act normal but Luke’s not an idiot. He notices quickly that something’s wrong. She stays as far away from him in the bed as possible, flinching if even his arm brushed against hers which is a large contrast to her cuddly behavior the days prior. She would jump whenever he said her name, more specifically when he said, “Jules.”

When Rose greets them, Julie is thankful for the distraction. She keeps looking at her mom, avoiding turning her head when she gives them another dose of medicine. They’re both feeling much better and are able to hold down the toast. Rose thinks they’ll feel good as new by the next day and personally, Julie doesn’t think it can come quick enough. She stays quiet most of the day, only giving Luke short replies and nods of her head whenever he tries to start conversation. Eventually he gives up, not knowing what he did wrong but deciding to give her some time, hoping that she will approach him when she’s ready.

The next day, Luke’s parents arrive to pick him up. Julie hears them speaking to her parents; they ask for her and how she’s doing but Julie pretends to be asleep in order to avoid any conversation. She hears Luke shuffling around the room as he gets his stuff together. She pretends she doesn’t feel Luke’s lingering touch on her shoulder when he says goodbye and she ignores the tears that fall down her face when she hears the door close downstairs.

. . .

Julie and Luke did not fight. They argued but they made up within the span of a few hours, so to say Luke is worried when Julie does not reply to his texts is an understatement. It has been about two hours since he had gone home and he has sent Julie a text every ten minutes.

Julie knows Luke is not stupid and that her not answering him is suspicious but she can’t help it. She ignores every single message and turns off her phone. She keeps it off the rest of the day and tries to not think about him, because even a single thought of him breaks her heart.

The next day she leaves her phone in her room all day and stays in the living room watching Netflix with her mom. She resists the urge to go upstairs to at least read his texts because that would just make the situation worst. Late in the evening when Rose goes to make dinner Julie makes her way to the studio, itching to play the piano after four days of not doing so. She isn’t expecting to see Luke sitting on the couch with his guitar resting on his leg.

He stands up quickly once he hears her come in. They stare at each other for a couple of seconds.

“What are you doing here?” Julie asks.

“I knew it would only be a matter of time before you came in here. Julie we need to talk.” He puts his guitar down and Julie shakes her head.

“We don’t need to talk? Why would we? I’m okay. We’re okay.” Julie averts her gaze, the words falling out of her lips in rapid succession.

“We’re not okay Julie. What did I do?” He asks desperately.

“Nothing. We’re fine,” Julie assures, trying her best to sound convincing.

“Jules,” Julie flinches and Luke’s face falls. “Why haven’t you been answering my texts?”

“My phone’s been off,” she states in a matter of fact but Luke shakes his head. He’s growing frustrated and her lack of explanation is pissing him off.

“Why are you ignoring me?” His voice is loud and hurt causing Julie to break.

“Because you told me you loved me!” The silence that comes after is deafening.

“What- Jules of course I love you. I’ve said it hundreds of times.” He really hopes his nerves aren’t as evident as he thinks they are.

“Yeah, but you said you were in love with me,” Julie whispers. She looks everywhere but at him and continues to speak. “And I know you didn’t mean it and it hurts so much because I do mean it. I’m in love with you Luke. And hearing you say it while you were barely conscious broke me.”

Luke stares at her, mouth hanging open as he struggles to find the right words to say. He walks closer to her, stopping when the tips of his shoes brushed against hers. “Jules look at me please.” She begrudgingly lifts her gaze to him and his heart clenches at the sight of tears forming in her eyes. He reaches a hand up to cup her cheek, gently wiping away the first stray tear with his thumb. “I am so incredibly in love with you.”

“What?” He wishes she didn’t sound as surprised as she does.

“I’m in love with you Julie Molina. I love every single thing about you. The gap between your teeth when you smile. The way your hair never stays the way you want it to but it still looks beautiful. I love your voice, and hearing you play piano. I love how you draw on the edge of your shoes and will stop whatever you are doing to write down a melody, even if we’re in the middle of a test. I love your little jokes and how you laugh so unapologetically loud no matter where you are. I love you so much and god do I hate myself for telling you while I was high off of flu medicine.” Julie was full on crying now and Luke’s own eyes were starting to fill with tears.

Going off instinct, Julie goes up on her tiptoes and presses her lips against Luke’s, cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer. Luke is taken by surprise at first but once his brain starts working again, he reciprocates the kiss. When they pull away they both have similar grins plastered on their faces.

“Are we good?” Luke asks.

Julie nods her head. “More than good.”

Rose smiles when they both come back into the house at dinner time and exchanges a look with her husband when they make their way up the stairs with Luke placing a hand on Julie’s lower back.

. . .

No one is surprised when they walk into school at the end of summer break holding hands, and if they spot a few teacher exchanging twenty dollar bills, they don’t mention it.

#julie molina #luke patterson #Julie and Luke #julie x luke #luke x julie #luke and julie #julie and the phantoms fanfiction #julie and the phantoms fanfic #julie and the phantoms #julie and the himbos #jatp #jatp fanfiction #jatp fanfic #jukebox #palina