his dorm is ~covered~ in plants. the windowsill can’t be seen under all the foliage. his roommate is ready to strangle both him and his plants because each time he opens the door, the ivy and spider plants hanging there still scare him
no one besides chowder will ever drink out of his water bottle because there are always mint or basil leaves floating around in it or petals. dex once accidentally drank out of it and gagged for ten minutes yelling to the heavens about how nursey tried to kill him
he’s been late to class twice now because when leaving the cafe he notices the petunias are sad and need cleaning done and he can’t ignore their cries for help any longer
when writing, nursey reads it aloud to his plants to catch mistakes. if he feels they’re judging him he either changes what he thinks they don’t like or blames geraniums for being too uppity
he starts drying herbs in the haus kitchen for his own personal use in spells and for bitty to use as he pleases
when he, chowder, and dex had to make a trip to Home Depot for dryer parts, nursey ends up leaving with an armful of sad looking houseplants because they need tending loving care and he neeeeeds to save them. dex ends up with them on his lap the ride back
he checks with his mom weekly about the plants that were too big to bring to school with him. he’s proud that his palm grew four more inches since he left, but he’s a little upset he isn’t getting to see his baby grow in person
when one of the Home Depot plants dies, smh hosts a funeral where nursey reads a poem about the poor, innocent orchid before they add it to the compost pile out back nursey started a few months ago
every time someone asks what his favorite plant or flower is he changes his answer. holster is keeping a list. it’s at sixteen different ones now
when they’re all studying on the quad or the beach or even the hair porch, nursey spends more time making leaf and flower crowns than studying. last time his maple leaf crown was so impressive dex wore it the whole time without grumbling. lardo still had the pictures
Okay, so it has literally been a year since Snowbaz made it’s way into our world, brightening our days. I wanna write (another) Snowbaz fanfic for these two adorkable little boyfriends.
So here is Penny getting Simon and Baz to play Truth or Dare in their 7th year at Watford, knowing Baz’s secret….
Penny knew. Of course she did. She was Penelope Bunce, and the only one who rivaled her wits was Basilton Grimm-Pitch. And even Baz wasn’t smart enough to hide this from her.
It was after a particularly nasty fight with Simon. Fists crashed against jaws and hands shoved chests against walls. Penny was trying to pull Simon away, and Agatha was pulling at Baz, but neither of them would stop. They kept coming at each other, as if magnets where pulling them together.
Simon trips Baz to the floor, making him crash noisily. Baz quickly pulls himself to his feet and with a burst of speed, pushes Simon against a wall. Both of their breathing is labored from the intense fist-fight, and the air around them is hot like a summer day. Simon tries to wrestle himself out of Baz’s grip, but it’s no use. His hand is like an iron shackle around his neck that, no matter how much Simon tried, he could not break through. Baz pressed his knee against Simon’s chest, bracing him against the wall harder.
Simon knows he’s lost the battle. He looks up into Baz’s silver eyes, sharp like a knife, waiting for him to give the final blow. The blow to end this all. For some reason, Simon isn’t scared, he isn’t frightened. He just feels at peace. He takes a deep breath, and is ready to let go.
Something in Baz softens. His grip slackens on Simon and his sneer is gone. It’s replaced with worry and something that…. Penny can’t place her finger on…. almost…. affection? That can’t be right. But then…..
Penny thinks for a moment, studying Baz’s expression. Something clicks as he lets go of Simon and turns on his heel. No way, Penny thinks to herself, a small smile creeping onto her lips. Why didn’t she realize it sooner? All the staring, the sneers, the walls, it’s all been a cover up. A big, gigantic bluff. With a quick glance at Simon being helped up by Agatha, she races down the hall after Baz.
She catches up to him, despite how fast he stormed off, and grabs his arm, turning him to face her. Baz looks at her as if she was some hideous monster that climbed out of the depths of hell. After hearing what she has to say, Baz isn’t sure if that isn’t the case.
“What do you want, Bunce?” he says irritably. Pennelope is breathless from chasing after him and holds up her finger. When her breathing evens out, she looks at Baz with a horrendous smile, a smile that tells you she looked into the deepest and darkest parts of your soul and found useful information.
“I know your secret,” she says tauntingly. Baz somehow still manages to keep a calm composer, even though his insides are burning like a wildfire.
“What the hell are you implying?” Baz says, looking at her as if she said the sky is purple. Penelope frowns.
“I know what you are,” she says, her voice dropping.
“Oh god. Is this another one of Snow’s schemes to prove I’m a vampire?” She has a mischevious smile that makes her look like the devil himself. And it isn’t helping that her hair is a bright red.
“No. You’re gay aren’t you?” Those where the exact words he did not want to hear. Not out of Snow’s mouth, not out of Bunce’s mouth, not anyone’s mouth. It was his secret, and his alone. Well, at least she doesn’t know about–
“And you have a crush on Simon,” she finishes. For the first time in forever, Penelope sees Baz’s sneer vanish, replaced with a look of fear. His hands start to tremble and his eyes dart from side to side, looking for a way out.
“N-n-no Bunce. That’s s-s-stupid.” But that stutter. That stutter was all Penny needed. An idea started to blossom in her brain, growing into a beautiful flower. Yes, Penny thinks, that will do nicely. She shrugs her shoulders, putting on a bored expression, and pushes past Baz.
When their shoulders brush, she whispers, “I want to help. Meet us in the Ancient Languages classroom.” And with that, she’s gone, leaving Baz to puzzle over what just happened.
Baz feels like his heart is going to burst as he edges towards the classroom. He hears laughter from the classroom. Two females, and one distinctly male. His pulse races faster like it’s going to be eaten by a cheetah as he presses his palm against the wooden door. It falls open at his touch and the laughter ceases as the door opens to reveal Baz.
Simon is on his feet in a moment, the Sword of Mages in his hand. His bronze curls shine in the fading sunlight and his nose twitches in concern. His blue eyes momentarily flash anger, disrupting the calming sense of a blue sky on a summer’s day.
“What are you doing here, Baz,” he snarls, making Baz flinch a little.
“I invited him to play Truth or Dare with us,” Penelope says. Both Baz and Simon’s faces twist in annoyance, Simon not wanting Baz to intrude on this private game, and Baz realizing just what Penny is planning.
“Alright! Let’s get to it!” Agatha says with an unbelievable amount of excitement. They sit on the floor in a circle and pick who’s going to ask first.
“I feel like I’m at a sleepover,” Agatha says as she Simon her first question.
“Simon, Truth or Dare?” Agatha says. Simon, with a nervous glance at Baz, chooses “Truth.”
“Have you ever murdered a person,” Agatha says, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Jesus Agatha! What’s wrong with you! Of course I haven’t!”
“Okay, just checking.” Simon rolls his eyes and, surprisingly, turns to Baz.
“Baz, Truth or Dare?”
“T-t-truth?” Baz says. Simon smirks.
“Scared?” Baz doesn’t say anything.
“Okay, are you, or are you not a vampire?” Simon says. Baz should’ve known that’s what he’d ask. The answer slips out of Baz’s mouth before he can stop it.
“I am,” he says, and then his eyes widen as he realizes what he said. Simon looks annoyingly pleased with himself.
“Bunce,” Baz says, rolling his eyes.
“Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” Agatha lets out a groan.
“This game isn’t going to be interesting if none of you ever pick ‘Dare’,” she says. Penny sticks her tongue out.
“Okay. Why am I here, Bunce?” Baz asks, hoping to get an answer. But Penny is smarter than she looks.
“I have a plan,” she answers simply, and then turns to Simon.
“Simon, Truth or Dare?”
“Sorry Agatha, but Truth,” he says, waiting patiently. Penny looks at Baz with that grin on her face. A storm is coming.
“Simon, have you ever, you know, thought of kissing someone from the same sex?” Oh. No. She did not just….
Simon’s face changes from relaxed to tense in a matter of seconds. Everything starts to twitch, and his fingers pat the floor nervously. He looks at Baz for a second, but then quickly looks at Penny. Baz isn’t sure if he imagined it.
“N-yes,” Simon says, not only surprising everyone else, but surprising himself as well. This is going to get interesting.
They continue playing, doing some truths, and some dares. Baz tunes out to most of it, still processing what Simon said.
“Alright, one last one,” Penny says, turning to Simon.
“Simon, Truth or Dare?”
“Dare,” he says with a shrug, stretching his arms back and yawning. His shirt lifts up a little, showing the barest hints of his stomach. If Baz had any blood, he would’ve blushed. An impish smile spreads across her lips as she looks between Baz and Simon.
“Simon Snow, I dare you to kiss Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch for at least ten seconds,” she says, that damn smile never leaving her lips. Baz looks at her angrily, knowing that he should’ve never came. Simon looks agast.
“Are you crazy? We just found out he’s a vampire. He could kill me!” Baz rolls his eyes, trying to stay cool.
“I’m not going to kill you. It’s just one kiss, what could possibly happen?” Baz says. A lot, he thinks to himself. His fingers start to tap on his knee, doing the fingerings for “The Two Grenadiers” on the violin. He likes to play it when he’s stressed, and god knows he needs it now.
“Alright fine Basilton.” Simon moves closer to Baz and his breath catches. He has never seen Simon’s face this close before full of something other than hate. His expression shows something Baz can’t quite put a finger on, but he just hopes he doesn’t make a fool of himself.
Simon is now so close that he’s practically in Baz’s lap. Simon swears Baz is blushing and it only makes him blush.
“Should I–” Baz starts, but never finishes because Simon’s lips are on his. His eyes are open for a moment, looking at Simon’s long gold eyelashes, then he closes them.
It feels like they’re both on a roller coaster. Adrenaline rushes through them, but this time it isn’t because they’re fighting. Their hearts beat at the same rate, going faster than you could ever imagine. Simon’s large hands cup Baz’s cheeks and Baz melts into his touch, adjusting his angle a little bit, pushing Simon back a little. Simon pushes back, until they’re both on the floor, Baz’s hands in Simon’s curls, and Simon’s hands slipping down Baz’s back. Spidery cracks of fire appear on their skin, showing everything that they’ve put behind walls. There walls may have crashed, but they feel put at ease. Penny clears her throat.
“That was ten seconds,” she says. Simon pulls back, his lips pulling apart from Baz’s. Baz reaches up, going in for another kiss, but Simon stops him, and then closes his eyes and pulls Baz close again, letting his hands travel up Baz’s shirt. Penny and Agatha quietly slip out of the room, letting the boys find out that they where wrong about everything.
“You knew this whole time,” Agatha says with a smirk.
“Yes. Yes I did,” Penny says, taking one last look at the boy with a mess of bronze curls and the boy with silky black hair tumbling together on the ground. She smiles, knowing she made the right choice.
A birthday gift to Roxi! Happy Birthday to my dam book godmother. LMAO I will never forget the first time you messaged me was because I drew Leo Valdez and Nico di Angelo BLESS THE GODS I DREW THEM or else we wouldn’t even be friends. So here’s my your Mako-chan after rescuing a cute lil bunny who seems to develop a sort of crush on this big adorable human fireman.
Please tag this as needed, he turned out pretty gnarly! But this is how I pictured him as I was reading. I wanted to do some scenes from the fic but I ran out of time this morning. I really want to thank you for your writing though. It’s really inspiring!
Poor Hinata feels so bad about where he got sorted, and who can blame him? Being a muggleborn and knowing nothing about Hogwarts, the first thing he hears about Slytherin is that it’s bad. Good thing Suga Mama is there to set things straight x3
Listen… there is sosmething about sana and her season that just??? Fills me with much more confidence? Like her, being a Muslim girl in such a hateful world and not taking crap for it, is,,,so wonderful!!! And despite her in her season struggling with feeling alone and disconnected from the girl squad, she continues to have confidence and be her sassy self and fight the world even tho it’s hard. I just really love sana and I know she’s struggling and I just want the Even and Isak to be there with her and help her and for the girl squad to recognize her feelings I’m JSUT so ugh
Helloo!! Sooo, this is what a dreamed. I’m really sorry for any incorrectly applied term, english isn’t my first language 😊 oh and, I love writing, and yeah I’m not the BEST writer, but anyway, I hope you enjoy my dream, maybe you can dream it too😏
We were like in a family dinner, why? maybe because I was with family irl that day lol.
It’s a calm environment inside here. My family has been planning this a few weeks ago.
Some of my aunts and uncles are here, as well as my cousins. It’s good to spend time here with them.
As for my companion, the most vulgar boy that could ever cross your life, or that’s what they say, did me the honor to come with me. I told Ryuji about this family meeting, and of course, he made all what it’s on his will to let him go with me, after all, there’s free food.
I was sitting in an individual couch scrolling down on my phone, while he was, too, with his phone, but lying in a larger couch across the room, perpendicular to mine. If that makes sense?
To pass the time, we were exchanging playful looks; I would wink at him and he would only stick out his tongue. His cheeks, painted with a soft pink, hiding them with his phone.
After some time talking all together, one cousin, sitting on a wheelchair wearing a thick layer of cast around her foot started talking about how she accidentally forced her leg causing her to trip and break her ankle. I looked across the room at my aunt’s and uncle’s faces that were filled with worry at my injured cousin.
My face went completely rigid as I suddenly realized something… Ryuji.
I turned the other way around to look at him and he kinda gazed down, proceeding on lying his phone on his stomach frowning his brows, a troubled look on his face. I quietly said to myself “ohnonono boy no"
I wonder if my aunts heard me..
I placed my phone on the couch and stood up. I sitted next to him; where Ryuji was still lying. I slowly bent towards him and hugged his head putting my hands above his ears thinking that in that way, he won’t listen anymore what they were talking about.
“It’s ok, it’s ok” I murmured repeatedly.
I could feel his warm breath caressing my neck. And I gently started brushing his hair with my fingertips. “It’s ok..” He calmly placed his arms around my waist slowly petting me as I felt his lips against my skin twist into a smile.
His arms hugged me harder causing me to bend even more, pulling me closer. “I know it’s okay, I just wanted a hug from ya”
Followed by a sweet kiss on my neck.
My face felt somehow hot by Ryuji’s tight embrace as well as a slight embarrassment caused by his little joke.
We snuggled in each other arms and took a short nap just like that.
I still wonder if my aunts were seeing us..
I snuggled deeper into him enjoying the hot night around his strong arms, just before I woke up.
Weeee! So this is what I dreamed, its kinda short but I hope I made myself clear along the story and I hope you liked it 💕
P.S.: I really wonder what my aunts would say if I snuggle with a boy like that OR EVen bring that boy to the house!! //////
AAHHHH SO THE LOVELY @missgranger13 HIT ME UP WITH SOME AMAZING HEADCANONS SHE HAS ABOUT LOVE INVERSION THEORY. Honestly…I’m sort of now super emotional because you’ve all been so sweet as to give me amazing theories and super sweet feedback + reviews about this story, plus others! Fan theories, fics about my fics, headcanons about anything I do= always welcome! This made me so happy oh goodness. So thanks so much to @missgranger13 for giving me these to post!
Love Inversion Theory Headcanons (Peter Parker/Tom Holland)
BUCKLE UP because I’ve been thinking about this for days and I can’t stop. Thanks to @letusunalivethem for this amazing concept. I really hope you continue this, but there’s no pressure to use any of these ideas. I don’t want to steal your thing; you inspired me and these are just my rambles.
Let us begin:
-So this begins right after the reader leaves Tom alone in the hotel room, but before Tom follows to get waffles.
-Peter slowly understands who this Tom guy is and how they’re connected. The reader mentioned a premier and Tom Cruise (who exists in Peter’s universe as well), so he figures that this Tom Holland guy is an actor. He’s got a bad feeling about this.
-So Peter finds a computer (Tom’s laptop; who knew they would both have the same password?) and googles the name, stumbling upon a Wikipedia article. Uh oh.
-Taken directly from Wiki: “Thomas Stanley Holland is an English actor and dancer.” Dancer? Peter thinks. I can flip and climb walls, but I sure as hell can’t dance. “Holland is known for playing Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe” and here’s where Peter knows he’s screwed.
-This actor dude plays him in whatever this MCU is, which features all the other Avengers and more superheroes he’s never even heard of. And worst of all, this “premier” is for Spider-Man’s first solo movie, which includes literally every event in the past month. And there’s more! His character’s first appearance is in the third (THIRD!) Captain America film, but there’s three Iron Man movies, two for Thor, two for the Avengers as a group, and two for some weirdos called the Guardians of the Galaxy? Are they real in his universe, too?
-He reads the summary of The Avengers and realizes that the events happen exactly the same as he remembers hearing about them/seeing the news reports as a kid. So all the movies are accurate!
-Peter freaks out because everything for a fifteen-year-old is like the end of the world and he realizes that EVERYONE here is going to know about his crush on Liz Allan (which he is over), how he cried while trapped under that building, him being Spider-Man, EVERYTHING!
-He does a little more research. These Marvel guys have future movies planned! And since the other movies have accurate stories (he’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact that everything he knows is fictional here, and it’s seen as entertainment), the unreleased movies might be true, too!
-He stumbles upon a basic synopsis for Infinity War and ABSOLUTELY LOSES IT. This Thanos dude with the Infinity Stones sounds like a really bad thing, and no one else knows about it yet! Even worse, most of the movies seem to follow this universe’s timeline (he checks the date, it’s only a few months into the future compared to his timeline, since SM:HC takes place in like September 2016 and the movie came out in July 2017), which means that, looking at the movie’s release date, the Avengers only have a year until Thanos attacks, and in that time they must be informed about the threat, get back together after being brutally split by the events of Civil War, and team up with these Guardians of the Galaxy (who are somewhere in SPACE?) so that they can prepare for the biggest fight of their lives.
-Peter has a totally justified panic attack, and shortly after the reader comes in to check on him. He has to act normal (or normal for Tom??) at breakfast and then for the entire day leading up to the premier, which on the inside he’s freaking out about how to get back home, not only so that he can resume his life, but also so he can warn everybody about what’s to come.
-The reader keeps asking if he’s okay because Peter just can’t get the hang of faking a British accent.
-But then he gets all dressed up (with the reader’s help – Peter can’t tie a tie without Aunt May and Youtube) to go see a movie about his own life, which is even weirder than actually being Spider-Man, in his opinion.
-He’s on the red carpet and it’s so weird to see Ned and Michelle and Liz and Flash – but they aren’t really them, they’re the people in this universe that play them, especially when not-Liz hugs hum (does this count as a small romantic victory?) and not-flash is actually nice to him.
-Then he sees Robert Downey Jr and even though he looks quite different than Tony Stark, Peter forgets everything for a second and goes up to him like “Mr. Stark! MR. STARK IT’S PETER I NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT THIS MULTI-UNIVERSAL CRISIS I’M IN AND ALSO THIS PURPLE GUY IS GOING TO TRY AND KILL US ALL IN A YEAR!”
-RDJ being like “tf Tom? You know we don’t have to be in character right now. You did this for Civil War, don’t be nervous. Now go talk to some reporters. Real ones, not bloggers.”
-Peter having to answer press questions even though he has no idea what he’s doing and he still can’t do a British accent. Peter Parker is not Tom Holland.
-Being really nervous talking to reporters and fans because he’s still introverted Peter Parker and he’s not used to all this attention and camera flashes when he’s not Spider-Man. Spider-Man is not Tom Holland, either.
-Some fan yells for him to do a backflip and he’s like “finally, something I’m good at!”
-Seeing the movie and cringing at every moment he stutters, falls, gets hit, or anything that seems remotely embarrassing. He’s fifteen, okay? He wants to die right then and there.
-But the moments where on-screen Peter is cracking jokes, kicking ass, and learning valuable life lessons, not-Tom Peter is actually pretty proud of himself.
-There’s only one thing missing from this movie: where in the world is Y/N?
-Literally everything is identical except she’s just not there. Instead, she is Tom’s girlfriend in real life.
-And so Peter slowly comes to the realization that the reader is somehow the key to making everything right again, and there’s this whole scene where he tries to convince them that he’s really Peter Parker, not Tom Holland.
-The reader not believing him at first, but then Peter jumps to the wall and STICKS.
-He crawls up onto the ceiling and looks at her. “Do you believe me now?” “Oh shit.” And the reader comes to the realization that in Peter’s world everything in the MCU is real and OH CRAP WE GOTTA GET YOU BACK SO YOU CAN WARN EVERYONE ABOUT THANOS.
-And so once that’s settled, the reader and Peter must figure out a way to get Peter back home. They do a bunch of internet research on parallel universes and also Marvel in general, which mostly leads them to fanfiction and movie reviews. Not helpful.
-Them bouncing theories off of each other and trying to figure a way out of this. Peter is a genius, but without the proper tools or the right help, he’ll never get home. Is there a way to just contact the other universe? Send a signal?
-The reader pauses in mid-sentence and all the color just vanishes from their face. “Wait. If you’re here,” they say, shaking, “then where is Tom?”
WHICH BRINGS ME TO
-Tom Holland waking up in Peter Parker’s room in Queens.
-FREAKING THE FUCK OUT, complete with cursing because he’s an adult and he can do what he wants.
-“Peter, watch your mouth,” May yells from down the hall. “Sorry!” Tom squeaks.
-When he finally processes what happened, he realizes that he needs to actually be Peter Parker until he finds a way back home. It can’t be too hard, right? He’s pretended to be this kid for over a year now.
-It is very hard.
-Sure, he knows how to talk and behave like Peter, and he nails the American accent, but everything else? Not a clue.
-Walking to school? It’s not even a real place in his universe’s Queens, so how’s he supposed to know how to get there. And taking a subway? What?
-Luckily the reader happens to walk by Peter’s apartment everyday and they travel to school together. And Tom is relieved to see a familiar face, even if Y/N thinks he’s Peter Parker. They also share most of their classes, so Tom follows the reader around like a lost puppy. The reader is only mildly suspicious, since Peter is quite timid anyway and Tom is a pretty good actor.
-But he’s confused because Y/N isn’t in the movie back in his universe. Does this mean something (hint: it does. Tom is smart, but not Peter Parker smart, so this realization will come later)?
-Tom had gone to the Bronx School for Science for a few days to prepare for his role, so he figures that he can put that training to use, right?
-Just like when he went to the other school, Tom slowly comes to realize that he’s going to a school for scientifically gifted students and he doesn’t know shit about differential equations and chemical bonds. This is bad. Tom Holland is not Peter Parker.
-But it gets even worse when, at the end of the day, a bank robbery or something happens and the reader smirks at him and whispers, “Go get em, Spidey.”
-Tom Holland plays Spider-Man in a movie. Tom Holland is not Spider-Man. Sure, he can do flips and acrobatics, but he has no powers or any idea how to work the suit in his backpack (that was actually made by THE Tony Stark? Who is real in this world? Oh my god). Also, he’s never actually swung around a city or fought crime before. That’s important, too.
-By some miracle, Tom gets the suit on, and, remembering his scenes where he talked to a disembodied voice his character called Karen, manages to web up the criminals with the AI’s help. But once that’s over, he knows he needs to get help. NOW.
-He’s in a bit of a pickle, because when he tries to tell the reader the truth, he has no definitive proof. They just think he’s putting on a really good British accent and going on about some Spider-Man movie nonsense. “But that would be pretty cool, if they actually made a movie about you. Wouldn’t it, Pete?”
-If he can’t convince you, he’ll have to try someone else. And who better than Robert Downey Jr Tony Stark himself? He calls Happy, who seems to be more willing to listen to Peter after the events of the movie (that really happened in this world, weird), and Tom convinces Happy that he needs to see Tony…er, Mr. Stark immediately.
-Over the weekend or whatever Tony comes back to NYC because he’s learned his lesson about being too distant from Peter and he wants to be the father figure he never had for himself, and Tom tells him everything. Fortunately Tony, who has seen so much shit over the years not to believe in parallel universes, believes him and promises to work out a way to get Tom home and bring the real Peter Parker back (Tony of course figured out that they switched as soon as he heard the story).
-“But first, tell me, Tom: am I as handsome, rich and successful in your world as I am here?” Without hesitating, Tom answers, “Yes.”