frog walk

One night after a long rehearsal, Ford ends up crashing at the Haus because they have an early practice the next morning and she doesn’t want to be late. She wakes up to find someone has tucked a big soft quilt around her and there’s a coffee cup waiting for her on the kitchen counter, and the frogs walk with her to practice and when she gets back to the Haus to grab her stuff and head to rehearsal, she finds out Bitty made her a lunch because he knows how hectic her schedule is and someone (probably Lardo) snuck some drama and hockey themed stickers into her bulletjournal so she can mark her practices and rehearsals, and Holster had sent her a link to a pump up playlist he made on spotify and Ransom had printed out a nice colour coded schedule of their rehearsals and games for the month from the handwritten one she and Lardo had finished two days ago

Dating Remus Lupin Would Include...

- He would totally be a hand holder
- Like literally EVERYWHERE
- “Remus, love, you have to let go of my hand.”
- “No! Don’t wanna. You’re my girlfriend and I want to let everyone know.”
- Laying underneath the Whomping Willow (after it’s not whomping around like it’s a stupid helicopter)
- Because he would never let you get hurt
- Your head would be in his lap
- He would be playing with your hair
- Drawing random patterns and shapes on your arm lazily
- Studying with him
- “Remus, I know you’re plenty smart and everything, but you have to focus.”
- “I’m already focused.”
- “Not on me, you idiot! Your textbooks.”
- “But you’re much more pleasant to look at.”
- Just laying down on one of the couches in the common room
- He would lift your feet and put them in his lap
- You would sit up and crawl into his arms
- And then his arms would encircle you
- Feeling safe and warm and protected around him
- Leaving notes by your bedside every night so you could see them in the morning
- Don’t ask me how he got in
- James and Sirius may have been involved
- But that’s not the topic right now (nervous laughter)
- The notes would have quotes from books that reminded you of him
- Somedays there would even be poetry
- And sometimes, there would be a chocolate frog attached
- Walking you to every single class
- Carrying your books for you
- “Love, you don’t have to do that, you know I can carry them just fine.”
- “But I wanna, sweetheart. Don’t you see how much I love you?”
- Smiling and giving him a kiss
- Which brings in a chorus of groans and “gross” from the other Marauders
- Mainly James
- Remus would smirk and turn around to James
- “Jealous, mate?”
- “In your dreams.”
- “Uh huh, like you didn’t wish Evans was here to do that to you.”
- “Sod off, Moony.”
- Not knowing about his “furry little problem”
- You would be suspicious of where he went every month
- Asking and bugging the Marauders about it
- But they won’t tell you
- Until Peter accidentally spills it one day
- “Dammit, Wormtail! Moony’s not going to be happy about this!”
- Going straight to Remus and hugging him
- He would be confused at first
- Until you told him you knew
- Pulling away from your embrace and taking several steps away from you
- He would be shocked and mad
- You would try to get closer to him
- “No, stay away from me, Y/N! I’m a monster!”
- “REMUS JOHN LUPIN! Do you not get that I love you and I am always here for you no matter what!? YOU ARE NOT GETTING RID OF ME THAT EASILY!”
- “But don’t you get it Y/N? I could harm you and I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if I ever did.”
- “And don’t you get that I’m committed to this relationship? We will make it work. We’re in this together now.”
- Cue High School Musical’s “We’re All In This Together”
- Why must I do these things
- I’m sorry, I apologize for that
- Tiny butterfly kisses when waking up next to him
- You would sneak into the boys dorm to sleep with him
- He would hum songs to you until you finally went to sleep
- Him spooning you
- Waking you up by tickling you
- “Baby, wake up.”
- “No, don’t wanna.”
- “Okay fine, I guess we’ll do this the hard way.”
- He starts tickling your feet
- “Okay! I’m up! Stop it!”
- Chuckling as he pulled you out of bed
- Wearing his jackets and sweaters
- “Y/N? Do you know where the jacket that I lended you last week is?”
- “Ummm…no…”
- Finally giving back his jacket
- “It doesn’t smell like you anymore.”
- He would laugh
- “I’d like it back as soon as it smells like you again, Remus.”
- “Well I’m glad, because now it smells like you, love.”
- Setting up the most romantic dates
- The astronomy tower with star gazing
- “Everything looks so beautiful, Remus.”
- “It is, love.”
- Turning towards him and he’s staring at you and not the stars
- Getting dragged into planning the pranks for the Marauders
- “I don’t see the point of this.”
- “How?! Padfoot and Prongs are up for doing this.”
- “But they’re going to get detention like they always do.”
- “Exactly, so they can stop bothering us when I try to kiss you or do anything with you.”
- “But won’t you get caught too?”
- “Nah, I’m much smarter than them. That’s why I’m the mastermind of everything.”
- Sirius and James hear this
- “Moony, we all know that I’m the smart one, right Prongs?”
- “You wish, Padfoot.”
- Loving all the Marauders like brothers
- Even Peter
- Like why?!
- Freaking Peter, gotta ruin everything
- Remus being clingy
- “You spend too much time with Prongs and Padfoot!”
- “Remus, love, they’re your friends.”
- “But I want my Y/N time too!”
- “And you will get your Y/N time because I love you.”
- He finally cracks a smile and kisses you senseless

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Inspired by this: ask for fics where Sherlock has aquaphobia

Deep waters, Sherlock, all your life …

It’s summer, and it’s unbearably hot.

Sherlock is only wearing his swimming trunks, while he crouches in the dried up grass and carefully takes a little brown frog in his hand.

Redbeard sits beside him, panting loudly.

Sherlock curiously holds the hand with the frog in it before his face. He laughs, when the frog walks a bit on his hand and it feels lightly slimy.
He looks at Redbeard.
“Come on Redbeard, we must bring him to the pond! This is no grass frog, it’s a sea frog. He can’t stay in this heat.”

Sherlock carefully closes his hand around the little frog and runs to the nearby pond. Redbeard follows him with a happy bark.

The pond has lost water because of the heat, but it’s still big and deep.

Sherlock slowly walks a bit into the water. Until it reaches his knees. It’s wonderfully cool and he giggles when Redbeard runs wildly into the pond and spatters him with water.

Sherlock puts the frog in the water, and watches how it swims away quickly.
“Bye, froggy,” he murmurs and smiles.
And then he hears it.
Voices. Coming nearer.
He frowns and swallows, when he sees a group of young boys walking to the pond. Their attention is on a gameboy one of them holds in his hands. They are laughing and shoving each other around.

Sherlock knows them.
They are two classes above him and they aren’t very fond of him.
Sometimes, they steal his lunch or his books from the library. And when the mood strikes them, they shove Sherlock around between them for a while.

Sherlock hopes they aren’t going to notice him.

Suddenly, Redbeard barks loudly, but friendlily and the boys look up.

The one at the front, big for his age and with tangled, sweaty, blond hair, Tom White, sees Sherlock and smiles spitefully.
“Look what we have here,” he says loudly, and the other boys look up from the gameboy. “The little freak is in the water. What are you doing in there, weirdo? Are you looking for your relatives?”
The other boys laugh, altough Sherlock doesn’t find the statement very funny or smart.

“Leave me alone,” Sherlock says and points at Redbeard. “I have my dog with me!”

A few of the boys swallow nervously when they see the big Irish Setter in the water, but Tom just laughs amused. “Your dog is like a big sheep, weirdo. Look. Come here, doggie, come here!” He whistles and Redbeard points his ears. In the next moment he jumps out of the water with his tale wagging. He runs to the boys and they laugh loudly.

Sherlock feels a lump in his throat.
It’s true, Redbeard isn’t a very good dog for protection.
He hopes that the boys won’t have enough energy to deal with him further.
But he hopes in vain.

Tom pats Redbeard between his earth and grins snidely. “Yeah, look at your dumb dog. I bet he would lick my hand even if I slapped him!”

Sherlock feels anger rising up in him. He balls his hands to fists. “Leave my dog alone,” he says. “Or I … I’ll tell your mother about the stealing!”

Tom looks at him sharply, and his look darkens. “What do you mean, weirdo?”

“I know that you steal money from her. For your cigarettes and …”

He doesn’t get any further. Suddenly Tom walks to him very quickly, with his hands balled into fists.
Sherlock moves back, suddenly he’s scared. He moves back until the water is nearly up to his belly button.

“You aren’t going to tell her anything, freak!” Tom yells at him and grabs him by the shoulders. “Or I’m going to be very unpleasent!”

The other boys come nearer too, they grin.
“Teach him a lesson, Tom!” One of them says and laughs. 

“Yeah, I should do that,” Tom says and grins. “Hold his dog,” he advises the boys, and then he grabs a handful of Sherlock’s curls. Before Sherlock can do or say anything, Tom shoves his head under water violently.

Cold. It’s so cold.
And dark. Sherlock can’t see anything. He can hear a loud swoosh and laughing somewhere in the distance.
He holds his breath, and feels how fear rises up in him.
He struggles against the hands which hold him down, but he’s not strong enough.
He starts to feel uncomfortable, a pain begins in his chest.
And then, he panics.
His lungs begin to burn, as his body begins to scream for air in earnest.
He can’t … He needs to breathe, he needs to breathe, he needs to …
Sherlock feels like his lungs would burst the next second, he screams under water, he …

And then he is pulled up.

Suddenly, there’s air around him again.
He gasps for breath, and everything is burning inside him. Everything …

He is dragged onto the grass and falls into it.

Faint voices are around him, Redbeard is barking.

“Uhm, don’t you think you have overdone it a bit Tom?”
“Oh shut up, the little weirdo deserves it, Sam!”
“Yeah, but …”
“Shut up, I said! Let’s go.”

Suddenly, Tom’s shadow is above Sherlock, and the older boy whispers into his ear: “You are not going to tell this to anyone, you understand? If you tell anyone about this, I’m going to kill your stupid dog. My father buys rat poison every month, I could just give your dog a nice sausage with the poison in it …”

“No,” Sherlock gasps breathlessly. Tears flow over his face. “No …”

“Do what I say. I’m warning you, weirdo.”
And then Tom is gone.
They’re all gone.

Sherlock lays in the grass and gasps for breath. Crying, trembling, still full of panic.

Redbeard suddenly licks his face and whines quietly.

Sherlock stares at the blue, cloudless sky above him and cries.

Since then, he could never go into the water again.


Aquaphobia, is the term for it, he learns when he tries to find out why he suddenly can’t bear being in deep water.
Caused by a traumatic experience.

And from now on Sherlock stays out of the swimming pool. Out of ponds and rivers.

Because every time he thinks about going into the water, he remembers.
Remembers the panic, the cold and the dark.
His struggle. The pain in his lungs.
The feel of dying in darkness.

And he can’t. He simply can’t.


John is in the well, and it fills with water quickly.

John is in the well full of rising water, Sherlock stands above and nearly hyperventilates.

“John,” he stutters, “Oh God, John.”

“Sherlock!” John calls out of the well, the water has already reached his shoulders. “Sherlock, is someone coming?!”

“Yes,” Sherlock says and swallows. “Yes, yes … I called for help and … “

“Okay, all right,” John says, and obviously tries to stay calm. “Everything is going to be all right, Sherlock.”

This makes Sherlock flinch, and he shakes his head in disbelief. “How can you say that? You are the one in the well!”

“Yeah,” John says and laughs warily. “I’m the one in the well. Oh Fuck, it’s so fucking cold. I can’t feel my legs!”

Cold …
So cold …

Sherlock closes his eyes. Memories climb up in him, grab for him …
NO! He shouts at himself. Not now, John needs help, my help, John …

“Help will be here soon, John,” he says, and hopes he’s right.

The water is now at John’s neck, and Sherlock can see how John stretches his body, to stay on the surface.

Oh God …

“Sherlock,” John coughs, “If this … If this isn’t going to end well, I want you to know something!”

“Shut up, John,” Sherlock says, and feels how he is slowly getting desperate. There are still no sirens to hear in the distance … “Everything will be all right!”

“I hope so, I really hope so, but …” And then, John’s mouth is suddenly full of water and he coughs violently.

“JOHN!” Sherlock screams, and he sees, how the water still rises, how John’s struggle weakens …

I need to do something!
I need to …
Jump into the water.
Hold John over water.

Oh God.

Sherlock stares into the dark water. Dark. Cold. Memories …
His lungs burning.
The feeling of drowning …

Then he looks at John, who gasps for air desperately.

Into the water …

There are no boys who are going to push you under.
There’s just John.
John who is drowning.
John, who needs your help.


And just when he can hear the faint sound of a siren, Sherlock jumps into the well.

Then the water surrounds him and it’s so cold, that he gasps out of shock.

He pushes the feel of panic, the urge to get out, aside and moves to John, who seems to be close to passing out.
He grabs John under his arms and lifts him, as high as the chains let him.
Then, he paddles on the spot and holds John’s face above water.

John opens his eyes and looks at him weakly.

“You idiot,” he mumbles and smiles faintly. “What are you doing here? Do you want to drown with me?”

“No one of us is going to drown,” Sherlock says grimly. “Help is coming and everything is going to be all right, John.”

“Sherlock,” John whispers and sighs. Then he really passes out.
Sherlock can feel how his body goes slack in his grip.
He swallows when he noticeshow the water rises again.
How long, until …

And then, a bright light suddenly shines into his eyes from above.

“Sherlock!” Lestrade’s voice. Worried. “Sherlock, John, can you hear me?”

“Here!” Sherlock yells. “Get us out of this bloody well already!”

And then, someone comes to them with a rope and pliers.

While Sherlock still holds John’s limp body in his arms, they cut the chains, and finally, they are pulled out of the cold water.


Later, when they sit on a stretcher together, side by side, wrapped in blankets, Sherlock says quietly to John, “Did you know, that I have suffered from a case of aquaphobia since I was a child?”
“No, no I didn’t. Oh wow, Sherlock …”
“Yeah. Thanks for curing it, Doctor.”

And they laugh together.

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Day 4: Love Potion

A day late (well, two) and a dollar short, but finally managed something for omgcp 14 days of love :)

Dex was trying to ignore the buzzing of his phone. Obviously something was going on in the group chat, but he had a huge project due in two days and couldn’t afford any distractions. His phone kept vibrating - Holster had probably found a new meme he had to share or something - and he threw it on to his bed where at least the buzzing would be muffled. It worked for about 2 minutes, until his phone rang. Grumbling, he rolled his chair over to the bed and picked it up. He frowned when he saw Bitty’s name.

“Bitty? Listen, if it’s Betsy, I’m really busy right now, can I come -”

“Dex. You need to come to the haus right now. It’s Nursey.” Bitty’s voice was firm.

“Is he okay?” Dex bolted out of his chair and shoved his shoes on, halfway out the door before Bitty could answer.

“He’s -” Yelling in the background cut him off.

“Bitty! Bits! Eric! Where did you goooooooooo?”

“I’ll explain when you get here, okay Dex? He’s not injured, but I need help.”

“Already halfway there Bitty, don’t worry.” Dex hung up and started to run in the direction of the Haus.

When he arrived at the Haus, he could hear Bitty in the kitchen and what sounded like Nursey and Chow somewhere in the area of the living room. “Bitty?”

“Dex, thank goodness.” Bitty popped his head out of the kitchen. “Come here.”

“What’s going on?” Dex asked warily.

“Just look.” Bitty walked him through to the living where, sure enough, he had heard Nursey and Chowder. Nursey was sprawled on the floor, Chowder on top of Nursey, trying to hold him in place. His arms and legs were flailing all over the place, and Chowder looked like he was having trouble keeping the limbs away from him.

“What.” Dex said flatly.

“Oh hey Dex,” Nursey said, his voice completely normal until he caught sight of Bitty. “Bitty! Eric! Why do you keep leeeeeaving meeeeee? Tell Chow to get off! Bittyyyyyyyyyy! Save me, you beautiful man! I’ll do all your dishes for the rest of my life, I’ll buy you all the good butter, pleeeeeeaaaaaseeeeee.”

“What.” Dex repeated. Chow had been silent through most of this, but finally managed to clap a hand over Nursey’s mouth and silence some of the noise.

“Bitty! Kitchen! Now! Explain there!” Chowder hissed, rearranging himself to pin down Nursey’s flailing left arm.

Bitty hustled Dex back into the kitchen, where Dex stared at him while Bitty stirred something on the stove.

“What did I just see?”

“Did you give Nursey a box of chocolates today?” Bitty asked, ignoring the question.

“Uh no, Nurse hates chocolate for his birthday.” Dex scoffed. “Wait, why? What’s going on?”

“Someone left him this box of chocolates,” Bitty pushed the box towards him - Dex hadn’t even noticed it on the counter - and continued, “He brought them here and ate a few and then…” he shrugged.

“Bitty, that sounds like a love potion.” Dex said. Bitty nodded. “Bitty, Derek’s an elf. He’s immune.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Bitty said, his nose wrinkling. “But they used unicorn blood.”

Dex sniffed at the chocolates, recoiling when he smelled the same thing Bitty had. “And you asked me if I gave them to him!?”

“I asked Chowder too,” Bitty said. “Because when a love potion is made with unicorn blood, it doesn’t have any effect any on people the user already has feelings for, and he said he had one before he saw you this morning and that didn’t have any effect. And there wasn’t any effect when he saw Chowder.” He glanced at Dex, whose ears were slowly turning red. “Anyways, I thought it might have been a prank, and you just didn’t realize they were made with unicorn blood - I don’t think you would have been able to smell it through the packaging, it’s pretty faint.”

“So how do we fix it? Just wait for it to wear off or…?”

“Please, no.” Bitty scoffed. “We all have things to do today and I can’t expect Chowder to keep sitting on him. The antidote is almost done.” He gestured towards the stove. “I just need you two to keep Nursey occupied. And he might want a friendly face around afterwards, love potions can be kind of embarrassing.”

“Most people don’t find my face friendly,” Dex told Bitty, smiling so his fangs showed.

“You know what I mean,” Bitty said, rolling his eyes. “Now go help Chowder with Nursey while I finish this. It should only be a few more minutes.”

Dex nods at Bitty, watching him flick the wooden spoon into a slow stir before he turns back to his potion book, the pages flipping in front of him while he looks between that and his phone, probably texting Jack about the whole silly situation. Reassured that Bitty had everything under control, he headed back to the living room.

Nursey has calmed down, though he’s not sure if it’s because Bitty is out of sight or because Chow is sprawled out on top of him, licking his paw.

“Really Chow? A lion? What if one of the frogs walks in here, you’re going to give them a heart attack.”

Chowder blinks slowly at him, then goes back to licking his paw as if to say “whatever”.

Dex plops down next to Nursey, who smiles up at him.

“Hey Nursey, you got yourself into some trouble huh?” Dex poked the other boy’s cheek.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Nursey pouted. “I thought the chocolates were from you.”

“You hate chocolates on your birthday,” Dex pointed out.

“Yes but I like chocolate in general, so…” Nursey tried to shrug, but had a hard time considering he was pinned to the living room floor by a Chow-lion.

“You’re an idiot,” Dex told him. “Come on, let’s get you on the couch while we wait.”

“What are we waiting for, is Bitty coming back?”

“Oh my god,” Dex didn’t know whether he wanted to slap Nursey or feel bad for him.

Dex and Chowder managed to get Nursey to the couch, where Dex sits on his legs and Chow, now a lynx, curls up on his chest while they wait. Dex flicked idly through the channels before settling on ESPN. They made it halfway through a Top 10 Countdown before Dex’s phone vibrated.

“Be cool Sodapop, lover boy is coming,” Dex told Nursey. Chowder shifted back and grabbed Nursey’s arms before he could flail himself off the couch.

“Dex, why would you tell him that? He’s yours for the rest of the night, I swear.”

Bitty poked his head into the living room. “Safe to come in?”

“Yeah, we got him,” Chow said, talking over Nursey’s whining, “Come on in.”

Bitty brought a glass of green liquid with him and held it out to Nursey. “Hey Derek, this is for you.”

“Aw Bitty, you made me a drink! Thank you!!” Nursey took it without hesitation and gulped it down, nearly choking on the last sip as he realized how terrible it tasted. “Are you trying to poison me!?”

“That’s an antidote, actually,” Chowder told him as Nursey’s face turned slightly green. “You ate chocolates dosed with a love potion that actually works on elves.”

“And then you fell in love with Bitty,” Dex told him gleefully.

“At least he would cook for me,” Nursey stuck his tongue out. “Wait, why Bitty and not you?”

“That potion only works on people you don’t already have feelings for,” Bitty told him, glancing quickly at Chowder and then Dex.

“Uh, speaking of that,” Chowder said quietly, “I think we have something we should tell you.”

Nursey = Elf
Dex = vampire
Chowder = shapeshifter
Bitty = kitchen witch (duh)

Nursey is def. a cat person so Chow stayed with cat-like animals for him cause he’s a good guy like that


first and last lines of every Belle and Sebastian studio album from 1996 to 2015 (because we’d all rather drag ourselves across the dance floor)
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Frog walked back to Dream with a grimace on his face. “I think I may have offended her.”

Dream snorted quietly into his hand before he started to laugh, unable to restrain himself from doing so. Frog frowned at him. “I hate to tell you, Frog, but it’s you and often when you’re annoyed you don’t think properly. You definitely offended her.”

“Now let’s get to class. I know you don’t care, but I really don’t want to be late,” Dream said over his shoulder as he walked away, his voice still holding his amusement. Frog sighed as he followed after him.

imagineswithfandoms  asked:

A tenth Doctor x fem!reader where he meets the reader for the first time because the reader got caught with some sort of alien and then the Doctor comes and gets her out but then she starts helping him and then he asks her to travel with him sorry if it's not specific but please do something along these lines :) thanks!

These things that had kid napped you were… unique. That was a nicer word than calling them creepy. Because they kind of were. You shivered silently as you remembered the slimy touch of their frog like skin, glowing green. The slime wasn’t the only thing frog like, the whole group of them were basically six feet tall, giant walking frogs, with red orange eyes too far apart and long fingers with sticky round pads on the ends. What they wanted with you, you really weren’t sure.

At first you’d thought, some guy at the pub had drugged you, then you thought maybe you were just dreaming. Near your flat you’d watched what appeared to be a little tree frog hop from the rose bush and block your path. You bent down to see if it was injured and in a split second you’d been snapped, teleported to a holding cell. You’d no idea how much time had passed or even if you were on the same planet anymore. Which really seemed bizarre but then again, you’d always had a wild imagination. The question was, what did they want with you?

As if procured by your thoughts two “guards” opened your cell and began to walk you down the bamboo lined hallway. You could’ve struggled or tried to run, but the point seemed mostly moot. Where would you go? And more than likely you’d just be caught by more frogs. Best to just play civil and nice and maybe sweetly ask them to take you back home. Perhaps they were peaceful. Or maybe even though you couldn’t understand their croaky and high pitched words, they could understand you.

Moments later you were second guessing your decision not to run. They had you sitting in a big round hot tub sized thing filled with stick plasma stuff. It was gross but it rendered your arms and legs immobile. Just perfect. Across the walls you could see x ray images and weird computer screens. The words were gibberish but you could clearly see pictures of brains and such. That was just peachy, you been abducted by brain suckers.

For a moment you fancied a white night coming in an rescuing you. But that wasn’t quite right. You didn’t really want or need a hero, but someone with more brains than brawn. With a heart so big and intelligent eyes, kindness radiating off of him in waves. He’d swoop in and instead of killing your captors he’d cleverly negotiate your return and then sweep you off into the sunset to a library where you could connect with one another over your favorite books.

It was at that moment, as a gooey green tentacle was perched by your ear that you became relatively sure you were dreaming. Because only in a dream could you think of something and it actually happen. And when it did your surprise and shock felt very undream like.

“Let her go and I won’t harm any of you.” A voice said from your left and you turned immediately. Just beyond the view of a glowing green extended finger was a man, at least he appeared to be for all intents and purposes. He wore a blue suit, a bit disheveled but still somehow looking handsome on him. His chocolate brown hair was a mess of long points dropping over his forehead and on his feet were red converse matching his tie. Your mouth popped open on surprise but you quickly closed it in an effort not to give another opening for brain collection.

A heated discussion began between the frogs and your new hero, but you could only understand half of it.

“I’m the Doctor. You know who I am. You know what I’ve done. If it’s imagination you want look to the stars or any other planet but do not harm anyone or anything!” He ordered. Then he sent you a cheeky sideways grin. A blush rose to your cheeks. The frogs seemed instantly startled and backed away with their webbed sticky fingers held up. Apparently this man was intimidating, but for the life of you you had no idea why.

The tall man walked over to you and gave you a serious stare.

“I’m going to need you to NOT panic. But I’m going to have to pull you out because your arms and legs won’t work.” He said.

“I’m paralyzed?!” You cried and he looked thoughtful a moment.

“Well, not paralyzed exactly. You just have lost mobility of everything below your neck. Okay so you’re paralyzed but it’s temporary!” He answered and for a moment you were relieved. From his pocket he pulled a strange metal devise with a blue glowing tip making an odd noise and suddenly you felt the plasm drain from the tub and you flopped to the bottom. With a groan you thought about how this was turning out to be nothing like you’d hoped.

With skinny arms stronger than you imagined the Doctor hoisted you up and wrapped your arms around his neck as if carrying you piggy back style. With one hand on your wrists and the other on his sonic screwdriver he began speaking.

“This species is protected by me. As are most others.” He said. Then, you felt your fingers becoming mobile again and smiled.

“Wait!” You said. The Doctor paused and you could see him cutting his eyes at you over his shoulder. They were brown with flecks of gold and in them you saw pain and loneliness and it made you hurt somewhere deep inside. Finally with your finger you pointed over to your bag in the corner. You carried it everywhere and since this was a dream, you had an idea.

The Doctor caught sight of what you pointed to and grabbed it from the corner, more of he frogs backing away at his approach.

“Reach inside. Give them that notebook.” You said to him. The notebook in question was one you had filled with all sort of ideas, for children’s books and fantasy creatures, poems and pictures of colors you liked. You felt bad for anything that didn’t have an imagination. And even though they’d kidnapped you, you wanted to help these strange beings.

The Doctor didn’t ask any questions and you said, “if they can translate it, they can have it. Maybe it’ll be enough.”. The Doctor didn’t tell you right then how wonderful he though you, or just how brilliant and amazing you were, but inside he knew he’d want to spend more time with you. If he could.

As he carried you away, you felt the feeling coming back to your arms and found yourself locking tighter around his neck. As he made his way down a corridor you noticed a blue telephone volume box and were confused.

“Hm. That’s weird. Why would I put one of those in my dreams. No one uses them or sees them about anymore.” You said aloud and you heard an adorable chuckle from your hero.

Everything else sort of seemed like a blur, the sort of control room that didn’t match the outward appearance of he blue box. The noises and the whirring and blowing youd heard it make, and sitting on the floor waiting for your legs to decide to work. By the time they did, the blue box fell silent and the Doctor was leaned over his controls looking forlorn. Assuming your alarm was to go off at any minute you opened the doors and found yourself in your little flat.

Poking your head back inside, “You wanna cups? It’s the least I can do after you saved my mind.” You said and he gave you a white toothy smile that nearly made your legs go numb again before following you out. With shaky limbs you put on the kettle and decided to take a quick shower while the Doctor sipped his tea. Moments later you emerged in cotton shorts and a loose fitting tee from the powder room and were relieved to find he was still sitting on your sofa.

“So who are you exactly?” You asked him. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and gingerly he set down his tea cup.

“Oh I’m the Doctor! Bit of a traveler really. It’s nice. No job, money, taxes, bills. Just me and my TARDIS.” He answered.

“Sounds kind of… solitary.” You said, the smile falling from your lips before you covered your mouth to yawn.

“ ‘Spose it doesn’t have to be. If you wanted to, well, come with me.” He said. You thought a long moment before you answered him.

“How about you ask me again in the morning. When I’m disappointed to find this was all a dream when I wake.” You said and turned to go back to your room. You stopped to barely whisper, “But if you are real, please stay.”

And he did. He watched you sleep and tucked you in when your covers fell away. He marveled at your home and the little quirks that made it yours personally. He felt happy just to be anywhere near you. So, when dawn broke he barely could hold back his joy when he asked, “Ready to go?”.

that little sound that frogs’ feet make when they walk reblog if u agree

ワンダーランド・ア・ゴーゴー!! (Wonderland a Go Go!)
碓氷 真澄 + 茅ヶ崎 至(cv.白井悠介 + 浅沼晋太郎)
ワンダーランド・ア・ゴーゴー!! (Wonderland a Go Go!)

ワンダーランド・ア・ゴーゴー!! (Wonderland a Go Go!)
- Alice and the Mad Hatter (Usui Masumi and Chigasaki Itaru)
from the Reborn Spring Troupe’s second play “The Young Boy, Alice in Wonderland
CV. Shirai Yuusuke and Asanuma Shintaro

Hello, how are you?
I dropped from the sky into a world of dreams
If I wake up in the forest,
A fantasy adventure will begin

(Alice…in wonderland go!go!)
(Alice…in wonderland go!go!)

Over here, over there, there are talking animals,
Tree frogs walking on two feet,
The logical, physical,
Before we make sense of them, let’s get a cup of tea

What the hell, what is this, this stuffy dream
Nah, this dream aside,
What’s more mysterious is reality

If I’ve fallen into a mysterious land,
I shall go on a journey with you

In this world full of worries, you’re also with me,
And that’s why,
Things will go along well.

If I’ve fallen into a mysterious land,
I shall go on a journey with you
In this world full of worries,
You’re also with me, and that’s why, things will go along well.
You’re also with me, and that’s why, things will go along well.

La, lalalalala, la la lalala♪
(Alice…in wonderland go!go!)
La, lalalalala, la la lalala♪
(Alice…in wonderland go!go!)

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