i just love how crazy she looks with all that frog stuff

New Old Captain

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Lardo was hunched over her laptop working on a write up for her final art project and Ford was across the table from her, finalizing room assignments for the boys’ upcoming (and final) roadie, when the front door opened and a voice called out, “Hello?”

“Jack?” Lardo scrambled out of her chair and into the front hallway. Ford leaned over to save Lardo’s document, then slowly followed after her. She didn’t think she had met anyone on the team named Jack, but who else would be coming to the Haus? She ran through a mental roster of the team, but didn’t come up with anything.

She found Lardo wrapped up in what looked like the world’s comfiest hug with a man who had to be a foot taller than her, and if he wasn’t some sort of athlete, Ford would eat her rooming assignments. His arms, good lord.

“Who’s this, Ris?” He asked, catching sight of Ford.

“Ford, our new manager,” Lardo’s voice was muffled into his chest. “Ford, this is Jack. You should have told someone you were coming, Ransom and Holster made an extra practice today and everyone else is at the rink.”

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“How much longer do you think we’ll be here?”
“Thanks for scaring away my company and drenching my workplace in brains.”
“Sorry about that time I turned you into a frog.”
“How was I supposed to know? Can’t see into the future. I’m not a witch.”
“Let me explain something. My hair is not to be meddled with.“
“Are you a fighter? Or are you food?“
“Kneel before me… and rise into the ranks of my great conquest.”
“Whoever you are… whatever you’ve done, surrender now! Or we will show you no mercy.”
“Whoever I am? Did you listen to a word I said? This is your last warning!”
“Oh, I’ve missed this. Still, it’s a shame. Good soldiers dying for nothing… all because they couldn't see the future.”
“What do I always say? ‘She is the…’ And it starts with a ‘B.’”
“Just wait a damn minute. I’m not for sale.“
“You’re officially pardoned. From life.”
“What happened to my manners? I haven’t properly introduced myself. Come on. Uh, follow me.”
“We’re not friends and I don't give a shit about your games.”
“What do you mean, what am I doing?”
“Now, listen to that. He’s threatening me. Hey, Sparkles, here’s the deal.”
“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is [name]. I’m kind of like the leader in here.”
“I’m made of rocks, as you can see. But don’t let that intimidate you. You don’t need to be afraid unless you’re made of scissors.“
“Ah, well, I tried to start a revolution, but didn’t print enough pamphlets. So hardly anyone turned up, except for my mum and her boyfriend, who I hate. As punishment, I was forced to be in here and become a gladiator.”
“I’m actually organizing another revolution. I don’t know if you’d be interested in something like that.“
“No, nothing makes sense here, man. The only thing that does make sense is that nothing makes sense.”
“Yes, I am. Gonna fight him, win, and get the hell out of this place.”
“Most of the stuff in here is fake. Or weak.“
“Want to see what true power really looks like?”
“Hurts, doesn’t it? Being lied to. Being told you’re one thing and then learning it’s all a fiction.”
“You didn’t think I’d really come and see you, did you? This place is disgusting.“
“Does this mean you don’t want my help?”
“You don’t stand a chance. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
“(SCOFFS) Fine. I guess I’ll just have to go do it alone. Like I’ve always done.”
“Piss off, ghost!“
“Sounds like you had a pretty special and intimate relationship with this hammer… and that losing it was almost comparable to losing a loved one.”
“Do not zap me with that thing. I just wanna talk.”
“There’s nothing wrong with women, of course. I love women. Sometimes a little too much. Not in a creepy way, just more of a respectful appreciation.”
“No one escapes this place. So you’re gonna die anyway.”
“Now, don’t you move. My hands ain’t as steady as they used to be.” 
“Hey! We know each other. He’s a friend from work.”
“Where have you been? Everybody thought you were dead.”
“[Name], we’re friends. This is crazy. I don’t want to hurt you!”
“This is what friends do. They support each other.”
“I’m not sad, you idiot. I’m pissed off!“
“You just can’t go around throwing shields at people. Could have killed me.”
“I know. We’re the same, you and I. We’re just a couple of hot-headed fools.”
“You’re so thick-headed that you can’t tell… when someone’s hiding all the way across the universe and wants to be left alone.”
“All right. Here’s the deal. I’ll listen to you… till this is empty. Finished. Bye.”
“I’m putting together a team. It’s me, you, and the big guy.”
“I only survived because…“
“This isn't about the crown. This is about the people. They’re dying and they’re your people, too.”
“You know, go ahead. Stay here and keep drinking, keep hiding. But me… I choose to run toward my problems and not away from them. Because that’s what… Because that’s what heroes do.”
“Quite a lot’s happened. You and I had a fight recently. I won. Easily.”
“You know what? I woke up this morning thinking about a public execution. But for now, I’ll settle for this sweet little…“
“It’s just a planet. You've been on a planet before. Now you’ve been on two. That’s a good thing. It’s a new experience.”
“You and I, we have to fight this really powerful being… who also happens to be my sister.”
“Okay, that is so wrong on so many… I don’t wanna fight your sister. That’s a family issue.”
“I’m not fighting any more beings. I’m sick of it.”
“Fine, you don’t have to fight anyone. But we’re in danger here, so we have to move.”
“What are those things on her eyes? Are those the people that she’s killed? She’s so beautiful and strong and courageous.”
“I don’t plan to stop drinking.”
“I can’t turn away anymore… so if I’m gonna die… well, it may as well be driving my sword through the heart of that murderous hag.”
“So, I’m saying that I wanna be on the team. Has it got a name?“
“We need one with cup holders, because we’re gonna die. So, drinks!”
“Do I know you? I feel like I know you.”
“Open communication was never our family’s forte.”
“[Name] I thought the world of you. I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever. But at the end of the day, you’re you and I’m me. I don’t know, maybe there’s still good in you. But let’s be honest, our paths diverged a long time ago.”
“It’s probably for the best that we never see each other again.”
“I know I’ve betrayed you many times before… but this time it’s truly nothing personal.”
“[Name]. You’re still alive. I love what you’ve done with the place. Redecorating, I see.”
“I’ll get that sword… even if I have to kill every single one of them to do it.”
“Your savior is here. Did you miss me?“
“I hate this prophecy.“
“[Name], stop. Just for once in your life, don’t smash.”
“Maybe you’re not so bad after all, [Name].”
“I just gotta say, I’m proud of you all. This revolution has been a huge success. Yay, us!”

hey everyone!! i love taking notes and in the stream today ngozi talked a lot about the characters so here are some livestream tidbits


  • plans to go through to senior year
  • ngozi knows what the last comic will be, what happens after, major plot points
  • frogs will be called frogs, freshman will be called tadpoles (this should be addressed)


  • thinks about hockey 90% of the time
  • not that much of a thinker
  • very low emotional IQ
  • laser focus towards what he needs to do
  • jack is historically a Terrible Boyfriend
    • doesn’t respond to texts super quickly
    • needs a special person to coax him out of the idea that he needs to prove himself all the time
  • properly dated camilla collins, captain of the tennis team
  • it went like this
      • jack: hey how are you
      • camilla: let’s go get a meal, be people that date
      • jack: alright
      • what are you interested in
      • what’s your team
      • any matches you’re excited before
      • talks about weather
      • where you from
      • what’s your major
      • talks about his team in detail
      • shitty: deets??? on the collins!!!
      • jack: there were chicken tenders
      • camilla: we’re both so busy, we should just focus on what we’re doing
      • jack: oh yeah that makes sense
      • jack: *doesn’t realize she’s breaking up with him*
      • jack: *wanders off thinking “that was a person i knew”*


  • his dad is a southern guy but not terrible
  • bitty has a lot of problems with agency and confrontation
  • needs to stand up for himself/other people
  • ngozi hasn’t seen people characterizing him as overly feminine
  • born in madison, went away for a bit, spent most of high school time in madison
  • very small town, coach is like a minor celebrity
    • lots of expectations placed on bitty as the son
  • bitty’s femininity could possibly be a self-defense mechanism
  • not stupid but not a good student
  • not the most responsible person
  • ngozi’s fave bitty flaws
    • non-confrontational
    • passive aggressive
    • procrastinates


  • huge amount of white guilt
  • dominates a conversation
  • ngozi would tell him to shut up
  • jack is amused by shitty’s rants
    • ngozi joked that jack would be like “HAHA if i went to the nhl i would never have known anyone this crazy” *single tear rolls down his cheek*
  • ngozi emphasised that shitty doesn’t know about jack’s sexuality/does not orchestrate stuff between jack and bitty
  • shitty is not watching over jack/bitty like “i got them together, yes!”
  • would be a very chivalrous boyfriend because he likes to take care of people and make them happy
  • at the same time tho very arrogant


  • is the antagonist, so not necessarily meant to be likeable
  • we know about 5% of his story
  • ngozi thinks it’s a bit foolhardy to make snap judgements
  • he’s not an axe murderer, as an antagonist parse is relatively mild
  • doesn’t become really important until year 4


  • people are mostly accurate in their characterization
  • not perfectly badass all the time
    • “even the strongest of characters are weak at times”
  • no one managed the team while lardo was in kenya
  • she puts on a distant, always-chill-artist mask
  • worries about crushes and looking cool like regular people
  • lardo has communication problems, which is why she befriends outgoing people
    • she communicates with art


  • 2nd generation chinese
  • parents went to samwell
  • dad immigrated as a teen
  • mom was born in america
  • very much tied into his culture
  • speaks very poor chinese
  • taking chinese right now
  • chowder has an older sister
  • infantilized by bitty and yet first person to have a girlfriend (go chowder)


  • fandom tends to mischaracterize that the team knows jack and bitty are in ~~love~~ (they don’t)
  • it would be a pretty big jump for team members to assume/know without a doubt
  • ngozi can’t imagine holster sees jack/bitty laughing and be like “welp i know how this is gonna end”
    • he might think bitty has feelings and find it sad because “aw bitty has a crush”
    • he maybe thinks it’s mean of jack to lead him on
My trip to Mexico is now a Voltron Headcanon

I went to an “all inclusive” hotel in Mexico were, literally EVERYTHING is included in your hotel price as long as you don’t leave. This is DANGEROUS!

So, naturally, my Voltron trash mind said, FUCK IT! Voltron visits the PlayaCar Hotel after saving the universe and they had fun… too much fun (my shipping ass is coming out).

1) they are all over age to drink at this point. JUST TO GET THAT OUT OF THE WAY!

2) “what is this?” Asked Coran.
“A wrist band that gets you everything” replied Lance.
“Yeah, like this tequila. PARA TODOS!!!!!” (Lance immediately realizes how much power he has being the Spanish speaker.)

3) Coran immediately loves tequila and orders like 4 more shots.

4) He’s shirtless by shot 3. Pidge is taking pictures.

5) “What is happening to Coran?” asked Allura.
*Young paladins look at each other and then Shiro and Matt* “nothing, princess. Here, try this,” slips Lance.
Super fruity drinks. SHE FALLS IN LOVE WITH IT! Then she get PLASTERED! And immediately starts flirting with Shiro.

6) Shiro is trying to be a gentlemen so Allura starts flirting with Matt…. it does not help the situation.

7) Lance keeps going around speaking in Spanish. The more drinks he has, the more Spanish he speaks.

8) Keith is horny 24/7 this trip. Spanish Lance not helping.

9) Everyone assumes Hunk is the one taking advantage of the all you can eat food all day and night… but it’s Pidge and Keith. Neither of them can handle being drunk so they eat.

10) Hunk is the calmest drunk. He is like a warm fuzzy bear just wanting to take care of everyone but he is crazy drunk. He ends up talking to a lot of chefs about the food and doing more food tasting.

11) Lance and beach - he is in the water of he ever gets lost: “have you seen lance, I can’t find him.” Points to ocean… he is waving at the direction where Cuban is located.

12) Keith literally can not handle his body. He is frequently transforming in and out of Galra form.

13) Drunk Pidge sees tech = Drunk Pidge must MAKE TECH BETTER!

14) Hotel runs smoother than before and they don’t seem to understand why. Pidge laughs as she drinks another Electric Lemonade. (It’s a green drink)

15) Matt keeps trying to figure out how he ends up in the hot tube located in the bedroom of their hotel room with Allura and Shiro… it seems to happen every morning and they are always with little to no clothing.

16) Lance flirts with Keith in Spanish. Keith can’t handled. He immediately jumps Lance when they all hit up their first night club.

17) those hips don’t lie! And Keith wants in those pants!

18) every morning they meet for the buffet breakfast wearing sunglasses to shield from the pain of the sun, yet they are all in swimwear ready to hit the beach and pool. They eat as a family but make the mistake of getting mimosas for breakfast.

19) they finally reach the pool and the waiter comes to get them drinks - from that point they don’t stop drinking.

20) Lance is in the water the whole time. Keith is trying to figure out how to get him out of the water and in bed.

21) Allura informs him of how every morning she gets Matt and Shiro in the hot tub.

22) Keith immediately figure out how to get Lance on “bed.”

23) Lance nearly jumps into the large bubble bath waiting for him in his room.

24) Keith is waiting for him. And boom. “Hey.”
“Keith?! Wtf?!”
“Just shut up!”
Kiss - make out a clothes comes off - stuff happens.

25) next morning, both have purple marks on their neck and chest, neither cares.

26) Pidge loves all the pool activities they do like the volleyball, ping-pong, Yoga… all so she meet others and learn more about people… she really missed earth.

27) Hunk falls in love with all the trips around Mexico. He is all into the first trips, seeing the ruins, and tours. He takes all of them and they really appreciate it cause it takes them away from the bars for a while.

28) Coran nearly takes a different person back to his room every night. All of Team Voltron tries to figure it out - they never do.

29) There night at Senior Frogs - none of them can figure out how they ended up sleeping on beach benches or how they all have several empty yard stick cups and beads.

30) they all go skydiving. It was a thrilling bonding experience for all of family Voltron!

31) As the days progress, they all realize that Keith and Lance are unofficially dating, but they are inseparable.

32) Hunk eventually leads everyone into a dance off in his hotel room - Coran wins.

33) On their last night, they all sleep in Allura’s room, hugging after a night of remembering how they defeated Zarkon and Lotor and how happy they are to be a family. They sleep on the same bed in a cuddle session.

34) They can barely remember half the things they did, but they remember having a good time.

over the garden wall

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I can leave a trail of candy from my pants!❞
We just wanna get home with all our legs and arms attached!❞
You’re more lost than you realize.❞
This guy sounds loony. Maybe we should make a break for it.❞
You lead the Beast right to us with your candy!❞
Beware, the Unknown! Fear the Beast! And leave these woods!❞
Well, that settles it. I’m gonna walk up 10 feet ahead of you.❞
I’m not magical. I’ll just do you a good turn.❞
Hey, not to be obnoxious, but an abandoned ghost town doesn’t seem like it’s gonna be useful.❞
You find this place as creepy as I do, right?❞
How did you end up in this little town of ours?❞
You’ll never convict! You have no proof!❞
It saddens me that you don’t wish to stay here with us, particularly because I simply have to punish your transgressions.❞
They’re all skeletons.❞
Iguess, in some ways, I’m trying to get home, too.❞
The world is a miserable place. Life isn’t fun.❞
We need to do our part to make the world a better place.❞
I can’t hear you because I’m too busy doing what I’m told.❞
You are literally killing me every moment I’m forced to spend with you.❞
I got enough nonsense from that no good, two-timing, low-down handsome man of mine.❞
This is way better than being chased by a gorilla.❞
You know you eat enough when you start seeing stars.❞
I just wanted to have fun, change the world, and make it a better place. But I just made everything worse.❞
Deep down in your heart, you’re a stubborn jerk.❞
When are you gonna give this up?❞
Okay, I think he’s asleep. Let’s go steal his stuff.❞
The beast is upon me!❞
Let’s go to this creepy tavern and ask for some directions.❞
Curse you! You’ll die someday, and I’ll laugh!❞
Oh, you’re not the witless, simple-minded fool everybody takes you for.❞
You’re the master of your own destiny. The hero of your own story!❞
Why not let me take the lantern for awhile?❞
No need for violence…❞
You leave those children be!❞
The money takes my mind off my troubles - the deep, soul-crushing loneliness.❞
She consumed my every thought. I’d fallen in love with a ghost.❞
You’re frightened of a ghost? Ghosts are just floaty things.❞
What if I’m on the brink of madness?❞
Well, guess we have to spend some quality time together.❞
How about you tell me your dark secrets instead, huh?❞
My secrets are too secret.❞
I secretly whisper poetry to myself in my room at night.❞
Looks like there was a struggle - a violent struggle.❞
Do you know what I did for this money? The things these filthy hands have done to make this money?!❞
You alright? You sound uncharacteristically wistful.❞
You’re a manly frog and you need some socks.❞
I don’t think today’s a good day to get arrested by frogs.❞
Drum me! Drum me in the face!❞
Sounds like you’re a real loser back home.❞
That fresh air does simply gruesome things to my tender, delicate skin.❞
Once I fill their heads with wool, they’ll become just like little sheep and follow my every command.❞
All along, you’ve been leading us to this crazy lady?❞
I do as he commands - the voice of the night, the beast of eternal darkness!❞
If you don’t trust me, then you don’t have to follow me, okay?❞
The beast knows your presence!❞
I believe you, but please, hide yourselves at once!❞
Then no one shall be devoured alive tonight?❞
You’re a good girl, but you decieve me.❞
Then you have no evil secrets to keep?❞
Keeping you busy is the only way to keep evil spirts from driving you to wickedness.❞
You shan’t remain alive for long in this house.❞
There is only my way. There is only the forest, and there is only surrender.❞
Can we admit we’re lost for good?❞
The beast has claimed him already.❞
Still the haunted ruins of night call your name.❞
You’re limiting the universe to only things humans could understand.❞
Yes, just sit there in the cold and wait.❞
We’ll keep that light of yours shining, won’t we?❞
There is a light for the lost and the meek.❞
Hard woe and fear are easily forgotten when you submit to the soil of the earth.❞
You’ve been grinding up lost souls for years.❞
Hold your tongue, or I’ll remove it from your mouth!❞
It’s my fault we ended up here. Everything’s been my fault.❞
You’re not trying to help me. You just have some weird obsession.❞
Oh you wonderful mistake of nature!❞

Crazy Stupid Love

Since I’ve been posting so much Spencer stuff and I have more writings about Spencer than Remus, I decided to treat my Remus lovers. Here is a long writing with Remus. Also, the reader is a Gryffindor but you can change it if you want. 

Warnings- a curse word or two I think. There’s angst but it ends happily.

Word count- 4,026 woah.

Originally posted by peterandygarfield

When you arrived at King’s Cross, you immediately looked for Remus. As you continued to search for Remus, your eyes get covered.

“Guess who?” a voice behind you teases.

“Remus, I’ve been looking all over for you. I missed you,” you state before you turn around. You were slightly taken aback by the boy that stood before you. The once lanky, somewhat tall boy has now turned into a strong grown man. His short, spiky hair disappeared and was replaced with luscious locks that nearly covered his eyes. You didn’t realize you were staring until Remus cleared his throat. “When did you get so tall?” you announce, trying to cover up the fact that you stared at your best friend for almost a minute.

“I didn’t get taller, you got shorter.” he teased.

“Haha. I take that back. I don’t miss you.” you joke.

“No! Anything but that! Is there anything I can do to make you miss me?” Remus exclaims in fake hurt.

“Nope! Too late.” you continue to jest.

“Oh no! What ever will I do?” Remus proclaims in a Shakespearian tone.

“Hmmm.” you murmur, pretending to think, “You can buy me a chocolate frog.”

“Deal,” Remus responds with a laugh as you board the train together. You walk to the back of the train and find an empty compartment. Soon enough, Remus’ gang strolls in.

“Moony! I haven’t seen you all summer!” James exclaims. Remus stands up to greet the boys.

“Bloody hell, Moony. What are you, part giant?” Sirius exaggerates.

“Bugger off, Pads.” Remus jokes. The other boys joined you in the compartment. The train started to move, so you and the boys sat on the seats and slid the door closed. The boys started talking about their summers. You learned that Sirius spent most of it with James. Knowing his situation, you nodded and laughed at their hilarious circumstances.

“And then one time…” James starts another story. As James and Sirius, who kept butting in and changing the story, finished, the door slid open revealing the trolley witch.

“Anything from the trolley?” she asked. Remus pulls some money out of his pockets and hands it to her.

“Two chocolate frogs, please,” he states. She hands him the candy and wheels away.

“Thank you, Remus,” Sirius says.

“It’s for Y/n, Padfoot,” Remus states while handing you the frog.

“Thank you,” you respond.

“Why her?” Sirius whines.

You chime in,“Because he loves me and doesn’t love you.”  

“What? Remus! How could you? I thought you would always love me? I thought we would grow old together. How could you just replace me?” Sirius expresses theatrically.

“Sorry, Padfoot. You’ve been replaced.” You state matter-of-factly.

“I just can’t believe it! Can you believe this James?” Sirius asks dramatically.

“Actually I can. Sorry, Padfoot. You’ve been replaced.” James shrugs. Sirius pretends to be hurt for barely a second and then continues one of his summer adventure stories.

You check the time and state, “I’m going to change into robes.” You get up and slide the door up. The boys make sure that you close the door and are gone before they pounce on Remus.

“See, I told you he liked her-”

“I never said he didn’t-”

“Yes, you did. Remember last year-”

The boys interrupt each other until Remus intrudes, “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t be so daft. It’s obvious. Isn’t it obvious, Peter?” Sirius asks.

“Yes, a little,” Peter responds meekly.

“You can’t be serious,” Remus states with an eye roll.

“But I am Sirius,” Sirius exclaims causing Remus to roll his eyes again.

“Look, I don’t like her. Y/n and I are just friends.” Remus affirms, trying to set them straight.

“Yeah, right. Tell yourself that.” James jokes. Remus is about to respond but is cut off by the door sliding open. 

You look at James, Sirius, and Peter’s suspicious faces and ask skeptically, “What were you talking about?”

“How fit you got over the summer.” Sirius flirts.

“Piss off,” you respond with an eye roll.

“I think we should get changed,” James speaks up. Remus starts to stand up when James states, “Remus you should stay. Don’t want to keep Y/n alone.” Before Remus could protest, the boys are already walking out.

“Why does Sirius look smugger than usual?” you ask.

“He was talking about all the girl‘s he will snog this year,” Remus responds with an eye roll.

“Of course,” you respond, not surprised. You start to talk about your summer to Remus when the boys walk in.

“Can I change now?” Remus asks sarcastically.

“You may.” James permits, sounding like a king which causes Remus to roll his eyes.

When Remus closes the door behind him, Sirius corners you and claims, “Quit the act. We know you like Remus. You don’t have to pretend because he likes you.”

“What are you talking about? Remus and I are just friends.” you clarify.

“No, it’s so obvious. You and him like each other.” Sirius responds blatantly.

“No, I don’t. We are only friends and will always be just friends,” you answer.

“You say that now, but I’m watching you.” Sirius asserts causing you to scoff. Remus walks in and sits next to you. You see Sirius make a heart and you glare at him. You continue talking about your summer to Remus, not caring what the boys did. Finally, the train ride ended and you were able to get away from the boys, who have been making hearts out of the corner of your eye.

You grab Remus’ hand and pull him into the school so that you could escape the boys teasing.The Great Hall was already crowded so you sat at the Gryffindor table and started to talk to Remus. Midway through your conversation, the boys found you. They were about to tease you when the giant doors opened, revealing the scared, anxious, and excited first years. You remembered what your own Sorting Ceremony was like.

When you entered the Great Hall, you were speechless. The books you read about the castle were nothing compared to what you saw. Professor McGonagall explained how the Sorting Hat worked and proclaimed that the ceremony began. You waited anxiously until your name got called. You strolled up to the stool while trying to hide your nerves. McGonagall placed the hat on your head. All of the sudden, the hat spoke. It debated between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. The hat considered your love of books and knowledge. But ultimately, you got placed in Gryffindor. Delighted by your house, you hopped off of the chair and tried not to run to the Gryffindor table. After the rest of the kids were sorted, you actively listened to Dumbledore’s speech. Then at the end, food magically appeared before you. Remembering the manners instilled from childhood, you patiently take food and place them on your plate. Meanwhile, a boy is shoveling food into his mouth while two other boys are chanting next to him. You laugh at the immature boys when a voice speaks up next to you.

“Don’t mind them. They’re my friends.” the boy explains.

“How long have you known them?” you ask, surprised that people already knew each other.

“Since we got on the train.” the boy responds matter-of-factly.

You giggle and ask, “What’s your name?”

“Remus Lupin. And yours?” he asks in return.

“Y/n Y/ln.” you answer.

During the Sorting Ceremony, Sirius complained about being starving which caused you to scold him until he shut up. Finally, the ceremony ended and Dumbledore’s speech began which caused Sirius to groan. Luckily the speech was short and food appeared before the grumbling students. The boys’ mouths were too full to joke so you were able to evade the teasing one last time. Remus had to leave to guide the first years. Not wanting to be alone with the boys, you joined Remus. You helped the first years with the trick steps as you strolled to the Common Room. Remus stated the password and led the first years in. After he finished the tour, you and Remus climb up to his dorm. Once he reaches his room, he slumps onto the bed.

“I’m so tired.” Remus whines.

“We just got here.” you laugh.

“Yeah, but it‘s just so tiring,” Remus complains.

“You didn’t tell me about your summer,” you remember.

“I didn’t. Oh, yeah.” Remus stutters unconfidently.

“Remus, did something happen?” you ask, concerned for your best friend.

“My father told me who, who did it. He um, told me who made me what I am.” Remus responds meekly.

“Oh, Remus. I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.” you assure him.

“No, I want to tell you,” Remus responds lightly. “His name is Fenrir Greyback.”

You gasp and reply, “Greyback? He, he was the one?”

“Yes. My father tried to keep it from me. I finally demanded him to tell me.” Remus answers passionately.

“He just didn’t want to remember the night, Rem,” you respond softly.

“I know. It’s just… I wanted to know who made me this, this monster.” Remus ends. You can see angry tears glistening in his eyes.

“Remus, listen. You are not a monster” You remind him for the millionth time.

“Yes, I am. I can kill you. How does that not scare you?” he asks heartbrokenly.

“Because you are the nicest, funniest, sweater-wearing person I know. You aren’t a monster. In my eyes, your the best friend I could ever ask for.” you gush.

“Thank you, Y/n,” he replies and wraps his arms around you. You bask in this warm hug until you hear yelling downstairs.

“What is that?” you ask.

“The boys were planning a back to school party.” Remus sighs.

“A back to school party?” you ask skeptically.

“They need any excuse to party.” Remus states. “They’re probably going to be passed out drunk and I’m going to have to take care of them.”

“Well, I don’t want to go down to a bunch of teenagers drinking.” you declare. “Can we just stay here and cuddle? We haven’t done that in ages.”

“Okay,” Remus responds and you cuddle while catching up with each other. Eventually, you drift to sleep in Remus’ arms.


When classes started, the boys teased you and Remus. They eventually stopped because they were sick of enchanted books hitting them. It was a normal school day a month into the school year. Remus walked with you to Potions and left for his free period. In Potions, you sat by yourself because you could work faster than everyone else by yourself. You strolled to your table and opened your book.

Professor Slughorn walked over to you and said,”Mrs. Y/ln. This is Mrs. Gwen Mostafa. She will be your partner now.” Before you could respond, Slughorn walks away. You size the new girl up. She has black hair and pale skin. You look at her robe and see the Slytherin crest.

“Hello, my name is Y/n Y/ln.” you chirp, holding out your hand for her to shake it.

You expect her to respond nicely but she says, “Listen, I don’t really care. Just do the work for me and we won’t have a problem.” Taken aback, you didn’t expect her snobbish American accent.

“Excuse me?” you ask, trying to sound polite but not apologetic for the bitterness that came from your voice.

“Listen bitch. Do all the work for me. You don’t want to know why I transferred schools.” she answers dangerously.

“Is that a threat?” you ask accusingly. Before she could respond harshly, Slughorn calls attention to the front of the class. The rest of the class, you ignored the rude girl next to you. Luckily you made an easy potion today so you finished the potion in less than five minutes and were able to read for the rest of class. You didn’t care what Gwen did as long as she didn’t try to threaten you. The bell rang and you quickly escaped Gwen’s irritating behavior. You didn’t see Remus until lunch.

When you finally did you ran up to him exclaiming,”Remus Remus Remus!” 

“Someone’s excited.” Remus laughs.

“I have to tell you something. So in Potions-” you start before getting cut off.

“Hello Remus.” a voice flirts behind you. Turning around, you find Gwen behind you with a smug smile.

“Oh, hello Gwen. Y/n this is Gwen Mustafa, I gave her a tour of Hogwarts. I thought she could sit with us since she was new and didn’t know anyone.” Remus says innocently.

“Oh.” is all you can say without boiling over with rage.

“Remus! I know y/n. We are partners in Potions. She is just great.” Gwen gushes with fake kindness.

“Really? That’s great. I’m sure you’re already great friends.” Remus replies, clearly oblivious.

“Yes, we are just the greatest of friends,” you respond as you grit your teeth in a forced smile.

“Hey, I have to meet the boys. They may or may not be doing a prank right now.” Remus states and runs off. Gwen’s demeanor immediately changes and she glares at you.

“Listen, I didn’t know you were friends with Remus. But if you get in between him and me, you will be sorry,” she warns.

“Believe me, there is nothing between you two. He will never settle for trash,” you reply icily and walk away before she could explode. After lunch, you and Remus have your first class together. You meet him in Herbology and start a conversation with him. While you are talking, Gwen wedges herself between you two.

Remus, blind to what Gwen did, greeted, “Oh hello Gwen. I didn’t know you had Herbology with us.” A part of you was happy that he said us instead of me.

“Oh, my schedule got changed. I’m just so glad that I’m in Herbology with my friends.” she raves. “Isn’t it great, Y/n?”

“Very,” you respond, trying to hide your anger. Luckily class starts before you could say anything bitter towards Gwen.

Class is mundane until Gwen asks with fake innocence,”Remus, can you help me?” 

“Sure,” he responds casually. They are huddled away from you so you can only assume what they are talking about when you hear Remus laugh. You roll your eyes and continue working.

“It isn’t even that hard.” you think, “She could have done it by herself.” Luckily the grueling class is over and you quickly escape Gwen’s flirting with Remus. Throughout the day, Gwen continues to act like this towards Remus. This makes you want to explode until finally, you have to let it out.

“LILY!” you scream as you enter your dorm.

“What happened this time? she asked, not putting down her book.

“It’s this Gwen girl.” you start to rant when Lily puts her book down.

“Wait, Gwen? She’s horrible to you too?” Lily asks.

“Yes!” you exclaim. “She just comes here acting like a bitch. She is such a trollop. When she sees Remus she acts like a scrubber.” 

“I thought she was only being mean to me. I went to talk to her since she was new and she told me to fuck off.” Lily started to rant.

“She is the worst. I can’t stand her. Even worse, she likes Remus.” you yell.

“I know. Because you like him and she’s getting in the way.” Lily answers.

“No, I don’t like him. Sure, he’s nice and funny and smart and he does this cute little thing with his hair when he’s nervous. Merlin’s beard I think I like Remus.” you finally admit.

“See I knew it.” Lily states.

“Don’t tell anyone. Please.” you plead.

“I won’t. But I think you would be good with him. Gwen is nothing compared to you.” Lily assures you.

“Thanks, Lily. I’m just afraid that she will pull him away from me.” you confide.

“Nothing will get between you and Remus’ friendship.” Lily guarantees you.


You wished that Lily was right. But lately, Remus was hanging out with Gwen more. It started with, “Gwen needs help with homework.” or “Gwen just needed help with this small thing.” But the small thing turned into something more. Soon he was with her almost twenty-four seven. Remus even started sitting at the Slytherin table because of her. It was so bad that even the boys got annoyed.

“Seriously, why is he sitting with her?” James complained. The rest of the boys agreed. All of them also shared a horrible experience with Gwen. Your mutual hatred of Gwen brought you all together. No one liked her but didn’t have the heart to tell Remus otherwise. So everyone had to sit back and watch Remus with that trollop.

“What does he even see in her? She’s not even pretty.” Sirius insults. Usually, you would scold him for demeaning a girl by judging her by looks. But when it had to do with Gwen, politeness didn’t apply.

The more you watched them, the more your feelings grew. You kept thinking about how great of a couple you would be. On days when he would ignore you completely just to talk to Gwen, you needed condolence from Lily.

Just watching them interact made you jealous. So while you were watching in spite, something happened that caused your blood to boil and your eyes well with tears. “Did you see that?” you ask the boys.

“What happened?” Sirius asks, attention peaked.

“He played with his hair. He’s nervous. Merlin’s beard, her likes her.” you state, still shocked. You didn’t even hear the boys response because you left the Great Hall. Walking down the empty hallways, you hear footsteps running to you.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Sirius asks you. 

“Sirius, go away,” you reply, trying to sound angry, but it only comes out hurt.

“Y/n. What’s wrong? I’m not leaving until you tell me.” he states with sincerity in his eyes.

“I like Remus, okay. Go ahead make fun of me,” you respond passionately. You thought that Sirius would laugh in your face but instead, he was silent. “Why aren’t you laughing?” you ask.

“Because I already know. I can tell. Every time you see them together, you get upset. I know you try to hide it, but it’s okay. I’m glad that you like him. He needs someone like you.” Sirius ensures you.

“Thanks, Sirius. But he likes her,” you respond in a defeated voice.

“You don’t know that,” Sirius replies.

“Yes, I do. I’ve been his best friend for four years. I know what he’s like when he likes someone. He was like that with Elaina.” you assert with angry tears building in your eyes.

Sirius notices and pulls you into a hug. “Look y/n. All we can do is hope.”

You don’t see Remus for the rest of the Saturday. You assume that he is in Hogsmeade with Gwen so you stay in your dorm. You spend most of the day reading. You don’t even bother going to dinner. You ask Lily to bring you some food as you continue reading in the dorm.

“Here, y/n. Are you okay?” she asks, concerned for you.

“Yes, I am. It’s just, I can’t see Remus and Gwen together. Knowing how they feel about each other.” you explain.

“I understand. Look, the boys are going to be hanging out in the Common Room tonight. I’m going to join them. You can come too, but you don’t have to.” Lily tells you.

After some consideration you respond,“Okay, I will.” 

When ten o’clock rolls, you and Lily tiptoe down to the Common Room. The boys are already there with a bottle of Muggle beer. You sit in between Sirius and Remus while Lily is squished between James and Sirius.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you all day. I went to Hogsmeade with Gwen. I was going to invite you along, but Gwen wanted to go early.” Remus explains. You can hear the apology in his voice.

“I understand,” you respond with a fake smile. The rest of the night, you, Lily, and the guys talk. The emptier the bottle gets, the better the conversation gets.You and Remus don’t drink so the boys and Lily split the bottle. Lily is a lightweight so her speech starts to get more slurred which cause some hilarious accidents. 

Eventually, Lily’s drunkness turns into mischievousness when she suggests, “We should tell each other confessions.”

“Okay, you start Red,” Sirius proposes.

“Okay, when I was little I-” she starts. Her story is filled with hiccups which adds to the humor. As hilarious the story is, you still can’t get the idea of Remus and Gwen out of your head. You tried to hide your uneasiness in laughter, but it didn’t work, at least not for Sirius.

At the end of Lily’s story, Sirius chimes in, “My turn. This isn’t my confession, but I have to get it out.”

“Spill it anyway, Pads,” James calls out a little drunkenly.

Sirius glances between you and Remus and spits out, “Okay, um. Y/n likes Remus.” You can’t believe what Sirius just said. All you could do was get up and leave. Rushing out of the Common Room, you walk briskly away from everyone. Upset and on the verge of tears, you go to the only place you can think of.

The Astronomy Tower is quiet and peaceful at this time of night. You stroll over to the balcony and look out at the Forbidden Forest. The view is breathtaking and you are almost lost in the view when you hear someone clear their throat. You turn and see Remus standing tentatively in the doorway.

“Go away, Remus,” you tell softly, too heartbroken to have any anger behind those words.

“Y/n, look-” Remus starts before you interrupt him.

“How did you find me?” you ask lightly.

“It’s where you go when you’re upset. It’s where we go.” Remus affirms, slowly walking closer. You don’t respond so Remus continues, “Y/n, listen-”

“No Remus, you listen to me.” you start, surprised by your own intensity. “I would say that I still want to be friends, but I don’t know. You’ve barely talked to me all week. If you don’t like me, that’s fine. So you know what, just leave me a-”

Remus cuts your angry rant with a passionate kiss. Your anger is subsided by his soft lips. He leans into the kiss which practically knocks you off your feet. Putting his hands on your back, he stabilizes you. Still dizzy from the kiss, you pull away slightly. Both of you are a little out of breath.

“Rem, I’m-” you start before he finishes your sentence.

“Sorry. I know. It’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry. You’re right. I’ve been spending too much time with Gwen. I can explain.” Remus conveys desperately.

“No, Remus, you don’t have to,” you assure him.

“No, I have to. Gwen got me really drunk and she asked me who I liked. I think she wanted me to say her, but I said you. She blackmailed me, telling me that she’ll tell everyone if I don’t spend time with her. I’m sorry, Y/n.” Remus apologizes sincerely.

“Remus, you don’t have to be sorry. I get it.” you ensure him.

“And I’m sorry for not doing this sooner.” Remus expresses sneakily.

“Doing what?“ you ask before you are lifted off the ground. You laugh as Remus’ lips connect with yours.


“Hello, Remus.” Gwen coos.

“Oh she doesn’t know?” you ask Remus innocently.

“I don’t know what?” Gwen asks innocuously, but her smile faltered.

“I’m with Y/n now, so you don’t have to blackmail me anymore,” Remus informs harmlessly.

“What? Remus, what are you? How are you with her? She is such a whore.” Gwen stutters, unable to finish a sentence without starting another.

Remus pulls you to his side and defends you saying, “Y/n is the best friend and girlfriend I could ever have. Nothing you say or do will change that.”

“Ugh!” Gwen exclaims angrily and storms off.

“Thanks, Rem.” you beam.

Remus smiles back and looks into your eyes and declares, “I love you, Y/n.” 

“I love you, too,” you respond before you connect your lips.

Son of The Wild: Siblings

A/N: I am sooo pumped up about this story. I’ll probably make some doodles about the kids.

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I have three siblings, two twin boys named Daruk and Darbus, and a girl, Mipha Urbosa - Miu for short.

My name? It isn’t Rhoam; my mom was adamant on not naming me after her father. She always says ‘I have made peace with him, but I would never put his name on the royal family ever again. Names have power, after all’.

My mom, as sweet, kind, patient, and understanding as she is, is not a woman of empty threats. She researched for names that weren’t on the kingsrecord, and chose two from a giant scroll with names she had compiled.

I am Rami Linus Hyrule, first of his name. As my mother explained to me, it means “exalt archer” in ancient Gerudo (mom says grandma Urbosa would have loved it). My dad likes it because it allowed him to make horrible punny jokes about his… “marksmanship”, which I didn’t understand as a kid - I just thought he meant I was as good an archer as he is.

Now that I do, I get why my mom threatened him with a live hot-footed frog, and the biggest death stare every single time.

Back to my siblings. My twin brothers are 12, both mirror images one from each other- Daruk’s hair is parted to the left, Darbus’s to the right; the former has blue eyes, the latter, green. Both are pretty much small versions of my dad, with the long hair and sideburns, but specially in personality. They have a natural disposition for disaster.

Miu is the littlest one, aged 10. My mom almost went to the Sacred Springs again to thank the Goddesses for her little bird - “Don’t get me wrong, I love you all with all my heart, but it’s nice to have female company”, mom always says. She also has fun making pretty dresses for her - she makes everyone’s clothes at home. Besides that mom and dad spoil her (she isn’t rotten though), auntie Riju and auntie Paya adore her too. Not that I blame them. My little sister is cute, quiet, sweet, a little shy - uncle Sidon says she’s a Hylian version of his late sister - and like mom, hella smart. Also, she inherited something that eluded my mom for seventeen years: magic skills.

My poor mom was really emotional when Miu, who was around five, one day brought her a “bubbled” butterfly while she was working. She started weeping her heart out, and held her very tight, telling her “I am so happy you would never have to suffer like I did”.

That night while dad tucked us in bed, he told us the whole story about mom’s lack of powers, and how her own father belittled her for said cause. That day I learned two things: why mom has never called him our grandfather, and that my dad almost died for her, which awakened her powers.

I never looked at them the same way, and I mean that in a good way. I respected more than I already did.

Back to Miu. Mom calls her and I ‘her research assistants’: I mostly help her with heavy duty stuff - dismantling old dead guardians is my specialty - and Miu keeps the records and makes annotations, though she is very fond of tinkering things. Auntie Purah wants her to be her apprentice as soon as she comes of age.

My brothers were banned from it after making a hole on the roof with a rock and the stasis rune - they were “playing Goron golf”. Even dad thought it was too much. And considering my dad’s history of crazy antics, that’s a lot to say. Good thing gramps Bolson is always there to fix the mess.

When he knew my mom was pregnant with me, he ran with uncle Karson from New Castletown’s works and made a some renovations in the house - a door to make an access to the bathroom from the inside, expanded the second floor, plus baby furniture - he kinda knew they wouldn’t settle in one kid only. The house has changed a lot in seventeen years, not only because of how my brothers turned out to be, but also because our house is always crowded. People come and go visiting my parents, whether it’s just for saying hi, or for more formal things, since the castle is still being restored - uncle Sidon would live here if allowed, but I guess the house’s terrain isn’t big enough to host Vah Ruta.

The Hateno house is certainly another character in this story.

But that’s for another day.

Dina’s Fun Aunt Holiday Bonus Part 2 (Trixya) – Ellen Thwoorp

Summary – Their first day at the resort is a rollercoaster. There’s ups and downs but they come out of it wobbly but happy. Katya makes friends, some she wants, some she doesn’t. But no matter what happens shes happy to end the night with Trixie.

A/N: I’m sorry this is late but I thought I’d finished it, reread it and hated it so it’s had some work done. I hope you enjoy it. Did somebody say 1/3 smut? Because that is factually accurate.

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A Meeting to Remember

Prompt: Time and Place ( Grangers’ Dental Practice, anytime)
Author: @azaleablueme 
Description: Hermione’s father calls Ron for a dental checkup.
Rating: G (mild swearing, thanks to Ron and his nervousness) 
Words: 2.7K words (approx)

“What do you think of the new clinic?” she asked beaming, and Ron glanced around the pristine white lobby.

“It’s nice, you know, very -um- sterile.” He regretted his choice of word immediately as Hermione’s brows furrowed.

“That’s wasn’t possibly the best way to describe it, was it?”

She bit her lip in the fashion he knew too well and he relaxed, risking a grin. Her eyes softened further although Hermione was still trying hard to bite back her smile.

“But it is a little too clean, isn’t it?” he chuckled, “Look at all the patients- they’re actually spoiling the perfect decor!”

“Ron!” she admonished, looking around to ensure they hadn’t been overheard, and then shook her head, laughing softly. He loved that smile. In fact, he loved every little thing about her, even stuff that his eleven-year-old self would consider annoying. And he was crazy enough about her to agree with her father. His stomach flipped at the thought and Ron’s smile faltered.

Blimey, he must’ve been absolutely mental to agree to this.

Hermione had missed his sudden change in demeanour as she was busy reading a Muggle magazine. Ron glanced at the cover. It had plenty of big and complicated looking words on it along with a family of three, who from their unnatural smile, appeared to have had their teeth whitewashed. He would have brought that to Hermione’s notice, but who knew what happened during the dental checkups anyway? He decided ignorance was best for the sake of his mental well-being.

The immaculate clinic with its crisp and classy furniture was located in a posh and busy section of Muggle London. Hermione and her parents were proud of it, and Ron supposed it went very well with the Grangers’ personality. The family was extremely orderly and perfect. When he thought of it, it was pretty surprising that Hermione had fallen in love with him. He was nowhere close to being orderly, and not exactly perfect, although Hermione always told him that he was perfect for her. The thought never failed to make him happy. He watched the oblivious witch next to him and smiled at himself. Man, he was one lucky bloke!

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what i’m reading, volume one

It’s no surprise that I’m a piece of trash when it comes to reading, but, like our favorite frog sings, I gotta get better, I gotta get better, so here I am trying to do that. These are just a few stories that I’ve been reading that I also think y’all should read because it’d be the cool thing to do. I’m going to put them under the cut because, unsurprisingly, this post got much longer than I anticipated. There are just five stories, or rather, five author, so nothing too crazy over here.

Hopefully this is something that I’m able to keep up as I start getting back into reading again. For now, here are some fics and authors that deserve #AllTheLove.

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harry and louis in rio 2014

Okay, so I thought I’d only share this story after they came out (honestly, I thought they were so close) and I’ve never thought so many people were doing the same, and it is impossible for this amount of people to be making all these stories up, so I’m taking all of them.

I have seen a few anons here saying that they’d seen L&H together in south america, and then you mentioned a roof party in Rio or something and yeah, I think it’s time to share this since everyone is doing the same. (I only shared this recently with a new friend I made on tumblr, but she’s kept the secret)

Last year, 1d came to Brazil and sadly I couldn’t get the tickets on time, but my sister was living in Rio at the time and she was working at the hotel they stayed in, and that week she got the late night shifts. (Hotel Fasano)

Anyway, my sister is older, she’s in no way in the fandom, and back then she didn’t know jack about 1d or Larry, she only knew about Harry because of me, of course. 

The morning of the concert, she texted me on whatsapp stating that she had seen Harry by the pool at like 2 or 3 am with another boy and she was like “Did you know he’s gay… or not straight? I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I saw them because I know you’re crazy about him, I’m so sorry;” and I was like “Lol, no, believe me, I really don’t mind.”

At first, of course, I didn’t believe her and we started arguing over the phone until she swore to me she was saying the truth, then I asked her to describe the boy he was with and she said “Short, small, cute” Then I sent her a pic of Louis and she was like “That’s him. Who’s this?” And I told her “That’s Louis, he’s in the band too” and she was “:o :O :O but they’re in the same boyband, they can’t be together, it’s so risky, blah blah..”

Anyway, I told her they were not out yet and they were keeping their relationship under the radar, but then I didn’t want to keep talking about it because last year I kind of lost faith in Larry and it was kinda sad to me, and since then my sister’s always thought I never believed her.

Then those pics of them at the Christ the Redeemer leaked and L&H were really cute and cozy and we got that famous pic of them, you must know which one. But I still didn’t want to believe my sis’s story. I took a break from the fandom last year, therefore I haven’t tell this to anyone.

Lately, with these anons sharing stories of witnessing them together, brought me back to this and so a few weeks ago I talked to my sister and asked for some more details, and she was like “Oh, I thought they were over since they haven’t come out yet” But I told her that no, they’re still in the closet but we’re close to something. Her words:

“Not everyday you meet an international popstar, so of course I remembered it all vividly. Harry’s really handsome and tall and they were sitting by the edge of the pool with their feet underneath it while they held hands. At some point, I made eye contact with the small one, and for a second he seemed hesitant, so I just proceeded to change the towels and stuff and decided not to stare to make them comfortable, but I might have stared more than I intended. They started kicking at the water, splashing it all over their laps and giggling like five years old, then the small one started whispering in Harry’s ear and he was smiling like an idiot with this weird face” “His frog face?”, I asked and she replied “Yeah, he looked like a frog”

As she was on duty hours, she couldn’t get a pic or approach them or anything, so I don’t have any other proof beside my sister’s words. She told me that she hadn’t noticed they were couple-y together until her coworker mumbled something homophobic under his breath, then she noticed their hands trapped between their thighs and entwined. She also said there was another elderly couple there, but they were oblivious to who they were. She also said that some of her coworkers from other shifts were all gossiping about how all of the members of 1d spent the day partying at the pool, except for one of them, whom she assumed was Louis. and that’s it.

Add this to the list, please, thank you for your time and everything, sorry if I misspelled something as english is not my first language. 

Keep It Small

I blame the fact that it has rained here for like 3 weeks straight for this one. Ransom/Holster ~3K; TW: Panic attack, canon-level alcohol use, unrequited love

Keep It Small

People don’t know as much as they think they do.

Throughout this whole thing, that’s the primary fact that Holster has learned for himself: People don’t know. And they aren’t good at guessing much either.

Freshmen year, everyone “knows” that Ransom and Holster have been friends for years (not true, they’d met first day of hockey pre-season, same as the rest of the team) and everyone “knows” by sophomore year that they are always down for a threesome (they’d only done it twice actually; twice before it got to be too much) and, when Junior year comes around, everyone “knows” that Ransom and Holster are “best friends for life.”

“The closest bros,” people say. “On the same wavelength.” “Downright freaky.” “Always thinking the exact same thing.”

Also not true. Well, partly true. Most of it could be true.

If it weren’t for the other thing.

Of course, that’s where people are the most incorrect. Not even just the other guys on the team. Everyone, from what Holster can tell. The entire human race.

Because people think being in love is this huge, all-encompassing thing. They think it takes over and colors all it touches and it’s a constant stabbing, shooting pain that makes the friendship not worth it.

That’s not how it is, though. Not for Holster.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do “I want an answer, dammit”?

“I want an answer, dammit!” Nick yells, his voice echoing in the small space of his bedroom. He can’t believe they’re arguing over this. It’s absurd. It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. And yet it’s been digging underneath his skin for weeks now, no matter how many times he tries to write it off. “How come you won’t knit things for me?”

Nick doesn’t think of himself as a very needy kind of person. Set him up in a room with a six-pack and ESPN and he’ll be good for hours. He’s not the clingy kind of boyfriend who needs the constant attention of the girl he’s dating to make him feel good about himself. But there’s something about this that really hits home for some reason.

Jess takes gift giving crazy seriously, and he’s seen the intensity she puts into her projects. So yeah, he’d like the confirmation that she likes him enough to think he’s worthy of something that she put all that work into. It’d be a real ego boost to know that she spent all those hours thinking about him as she made every one of those stitches. He’d like to have something that he could point out to strangers and say, “Hey, my girlfriend made this. Isn’t she amazing?”

“I just don’t have the time!” Jess insists, planting her hands on her hips and glaring at him.

“That’s bullshit.” Nick frowns and crosses his arms over his chest. “Everyone else you know has something you made for them.”

She scoffs. “That’s not true-”

It is. Schmidt has a scarf with some funky texture in the stitches, Winston has a pair of mittens with kittens on them, and Cece’s entire winter wardrobe is made out of things Jess has given her over the years. To prove Nick’s point even further, Ferguson chooses that exact moment to sneak into the room, still wearing the wool vest that Jess had finished this morning and then wrangled him into.

“See! Even the damn cat has something!”

Jess cringes and looks back to Nick apologetically. “Okay, fine. I haven’t made something for you.” She shrugs dismissively. “What’s the big deal?”

Nick’s frown deepens. “Fine, Jess. I get it.”

“Get what?”

“That apparently I’m not worth your time. It’s fine.”

“No!” she says in surprise. “No, Nick, that’s not it at all.”

“Then what is it?” he asks, a bitter edge to his voice. “Am I not good enough? Do you think I’d just ruin it?”


“Just tell me, Jessica.”

“I don’t want us to break up!” she yells.

Wait, what? Nick’s brow furrows and he stares at her in confusion.

“Look, it’s a thing, okay. An old knitting wive’s tale. The curse of the love sweater.”

Nick laughs, “The what?”

Jess flushes, embarrassed. “Shut up. It’s real.”

“You think that if you knit something for me that I’ll break up with you? Because of a knitting curse?” He laughs again.

“I didn’t think it was real either!” Jess says insistently. “But then in college I made a sweater for my boyfriend. And what happened one week later?”

“It shrunk in the wash?” Nick teases.

“He dumped me for his lab partner!”

Nick laughs and Jess frowns. He can’t believe he was so freaked out about this. If only he’d known it was this simple. Of course he’s not going to break up with Jess because of something she made him. Even the idea of it is absurd.

“Look,” Jess says quietly and stares up at the ceiling. “I like you, Nick. I really like you. And I just- I know it sounds silly, but I don’t want to risk it.”

“Jess,” he says gently, and pulls her into his arms. “I really like you, too. You don’t have to make me anything if you don’t want to. And I promise that I’ll only make fun of you a little for believing in a weird knitting superstition.”

She jabs him in the side in retaliation and Nick huffs a short laugh.

Two days later there’s a gray hat sitting on his desk, made out of a thick yarn that’s soft to the touch. It fits his head perfectly, and he wears it all day, even when Schmidt complains about how it’s November and barely even cold yet.

“There’s no excuse to be wearing cold weather gear while indoors, Nicholas!” he says in disgust. Nick just shrugs him off and plops down on the couch.

Nick catches Jess looking at him out the corner of his eye, a gleam of something like pride in her eyes. She bites down on her lip and sneaks back to her room, reappearing a moment later with her knitting bag. Jess settles beside him on the couch and curls up into the crook of his arm. He queues up the next episode of Homeland as she works on a dark green scarf, holding it up to his neck every few minutes to check her progress.

He gets the scarf after a week, and Nick wears it everywhere he goes. He eventually gets pizza sauce on it and he frantically scrubs at the greasy stain with a napkin. When he gets home he consults Schmidt, who scolds him for being so careless, but helps him get it out anyways. It’s nice, and he likes the way that wearing it reminds him of Jess throughout the day. An elderly woman at the farmer’s market compliments him on it one afternoon, and he beams when he tells her that his girlfriend made it for him.

They exchange “I love you”s and Nick’s sure that this is the happiest he’s ever been. That Jess is it for him. But he doesn’t think about what that means too much, because the future is still this terrifying abyss that he can only speculate about abstractly and unrealistically so that way it doesn’t overwhelm him. He focuses on the day-to-day, because that’s what really matters.

Jess’ sister comes to town, and she’s pretty much a mess. Nick and Jess move into the same bedroom, which feels a little fast to him. But Jess seems so excited and determined to make it work that he decides not to push his luck.

As they’re moving her stuff into his room he comes across a maroon bundle hidden away in the back of her closet. “What’s this?”

“Oh, I was trying to hide that,” Jess says disappointedly.

Nick holds it up. It’s a sweater. A handmade sweater that’s his size with this fancy pattern on the arms and front.

“I was going to save it for our one year anniversary,” she explains. “But I guess the surprise is ruined.”

He looks up at her in awe. “I love it.”

“Really? You don’t have to say it if you don’t. It’s fine. I’ll frog it and use the yarn for some other project or-”

“Jess.” He pulls her into a kiss. “I love it.”

They break up three weeks later.

Fun fact: the Sweater Curse is a real thing

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Void - part 10

Series summary: Reader has lost her memory and Sam and Dean try to find a way to get her life back.

Summary, part 10: The final showdown.

Characters/pairing: Reader x Dean, Sam, Crowley, Cas, OFC (the baddie)

Word count: ~1803

Warnings: The usual for the series: angst, fluff, language + canon-typical violence and (minor) injuries.

Author’s note: This is it - the end. (Previous parts are here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. And my masterlist here.)

The love you all have shown for this series makes my heart swell - it’s so much more than I had dared to dream of. I want to thank everyone of you, who has made the journey with me - THANK YOU. I hope you like the ending too! Feedback and comments are still warmly welcomed!

Tags are at the end as always. There will be other stuff coming after this (including another series when I get it finished - hopefully sometime this year!), so if you Void-ers want to be added to the forever taglist, send me a message!

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Your wrist hurt and the gash in your thigh was still bleeding. But you had no time to think about that just yet. You crawled to your feet and limped to Sam. You lifted the fabric the witch had used to gag him and started gingerly loosen the ropes, which were bloodstained in places.

“How are you feeling?” Sam asked. “You’ve hurt your hand and that leg’s giving you trouble, that I can see, but how’s your head? You’ve taken at least two pretty bad hits in a short time.” He was obviously worried about you, but you had more important things in your mind. You could hear sounds of fighting from above you, glass breaking and muffled shouting.

“I’m fine”, you insisted when you got his left hand free. You sat down to release his ankles while he pulled on the ropes over his right hand. Soon he was free and pulled you up, careful not to touch your right arm. “Let’s go help Dean”, you ordered and started to limp to the stairs.

Sam didn’t bother to argue with you, but he did grab your good arm and turned you around, pushing you to sit down in the chair. “You’d only be in the way, you can’t even walk. Stay there.” Then he was gone too and you were left to sit there on your own.

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i will yell at you even though both our doors are closed to shut up your class jesus christ au cause imagine Clarke getting pissy like that

The Sacking of Iona

Thank you for this prompt, I had a lot of fun with it!  This is vaguely based on one of the greatest days of my middle school career.

It was sixth period, aka Clarke’s last class and she was exhausted, as she always was by this point in the day.  Teaching biology to high schoolers who just wanted to stab each other with dissection tools and makes jokes about frog intestines was exhausting.

She was bringing up her slideshow about binary fission and asexual reproduction when she heard it.

The noise from across the hall.  From his classroom.  The noise that had been tormenting her all day.

Clarke took a deep breath to calm herself.  There were forty-five minutes left of this period and then school was finished.  She’d been dealing with it all day and she could do it for another forty-five minutes.  It was forty-five minutes.  That was nothing.  Right?


“Okay, guys,” she said, “does anyone know how bacteria reproduce?”

There was a particularly loud cheer from across the hall.

Clarke ground her teeth together and, ignoring the five raised hands from her class, crossed the front of the room to her closed door and looked out across the deserted hallway into Room 1215.  His room.

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Can’t Get You Out of My Mind

Chaptered Fic: Chapter 1/?

Pairing: Phan

Chapter Word Count: 2,248

Summary: Phil is weird in many ways, but there’s one thing about him that is weirder than most. He has the ability to enter people’s dreams. Normally, he just hops into a random friend’s dream and goes along for the ride. Until, that is, the new kid, Dan Howell, comes along. From the moment they meet, Phil can’t stop get him out of is head….. And Dan may have a hard time keeping Phil out of his. Literally. 

Rating: Currently PG-13 due to language, but maybe future smut

Warnings: Unbeta’d, semi-nightmares, one instance of vague bedwetting (minor character), some language



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19. "I want to be used" Ransom/Holster

I finished writing this this morning but have been so busy with bday things that now’s my first chance to post it! I got stuck on this prompt for a while, because I could only think of angsty things, BUT then I got this second prompt a couple weeks ago and everything came together:


19. “I want to be used.”

“Again, I’m really sorry about this.”

“It’s okay, Holtzy. I’m happy to help.”

“I know, but it feels gross using you like this. Maybe I should–”

“Shh…” Ransom clapped a hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle shake. “I want to be used.”

Holster’s heart fluttered a little in his chest. This was happening. He knew It was probably a bad idea, but still, here they were. “Okay,” he whispered.

It had all started when his sister Rebecca declared that she was coming for a visit. Actually, it had started nearly ten years earlier when Rebecca’s gaggle of friends had hit puberty and declared her big brother Adam the “cutest boy”. Not that Holster was opposed to being oggled by a bunch of teenaged girls – when he was a teenaged boy – but the four year age gap had been too much at that age. Teenaged girls were scary enough sometimes, he did NOT need to be known as the high school boy with the swarm of twelve year old girls hanging off of him.

He thought those days were behind him when he moved to Iowa for juniors, but every time he returned home from Waterloo, it was the same. By the time he started at Samwell, Rebecca had joined forces with her friends, evidently thinking it would be fun to have a best friend as her future sister-in-law. Holster tried to discourage her by saying he had a girlfriend at Samwell, but that fell apart when his sister discovered he had used a random picture from the Internet. Lardo laughed in his face when he asked her to pose as his girlfriend, and Shitty and Ransom had wasted no time pointing out how horribly mismatched they were.

So Holster changed tactics – “Fine. I don’t have a girlfriend… Listen, you have to promise not to tell mom and dad, okay? Or Anna. Or any of your friends – this is just between me and you, got it? I have a boyfriend.” When pressed with questions about whether it was Ransom, his handsome best friend with whom he spent all his time, Holster told her yes. He thought that would be the end of it. He could pretend they broke up after graduation and decided to remain friends down the road, and hopefully Rebecca would have grown out of her “date my friend” stage by then… There was just one problem.

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