#(Maybe I should leave this up though if it'd discourage More of 'That')

[koushirouizumi]

{DigiTwitTM getting scarily close to filling the whole thing} (If it hasn't Already)

[stargazer-sims]

Reunion

Eden flees to the locker room. He pulls off his hat, and then fumbles with his skate laces for a minute until he manages to loosen them enough to tug his skates off, too. Vaguely, he realizes he hadn’t even paused long enough to put his skate guards on. He’ll need his blades sharpened before his next practice.

If there is a next practice.

He sinks to the floor and curls up. The only thing he wants right now is to go home; to be back in the safe, welcoming space of the Brindleton Bay Arena with Nikolai and to be able to hug his parents and eat his mom’s cooking.

He feels as if coming here is the biggest misstep he’s made in his life so far. All this way, and for what? To be shouted at every single day by an awful, bitter old man who doesn’t seem nearly as talented as his credentials would lead people to believe?

If he were to guess, he’d say Mr. Nishijima doesn’t like him. It’s as if he resents him for not being like his last star student, or maybe for not actually being him. Eden doesn’t know Ren Kitagawa personally, but he knows exactly who he is. Everyone at this level of competition does. Maybe he shouldn’t be all that surprised at the success of such an infernal match as Kitagawa and Nishijima.

It’s too much to think about. All of it.

Eden can’t hold back his tears of frustration and discouragement. He puts his head down and gives in to the emotion.

When he hears the locker room door opening, he doesn’t even move. It's probably Mr. Nishijima, coming to yell at him some more.

Eden: Leave me alone!

Nikolai: What? After I've come all this way?

At the sound of the familiar voice, Eden finally looks up, not quite daring to believe his ears.

Eden: Nikolai?

Nikolai: You've gotten yourself into quite the mess here, haven't you?

Eden: Nikolai!

As if the floor beneath him is suddenly electrified, Eden scrambles to his feet. He launches himself at Nikolai and flings himself into the older mans arms.

Nikolai: Easy, now. Try not to knock me down.

Eden: I'm sorry! But, you’re here! I'm so happy to see you! How did you...? When?

Nikolai: I arrived yesterday evening. Let me tell you, it was one hell of a long trip.

Eden: Last night? You've been here since last night, and you didn't call me? You didn't even tell me you were coming! When we talked last week, you said you were still thinking about it, but you already knew, didn't you? You were already planning to come.

Nikolai: I wanted to surprise you. Charlie helped me arrange a place to stay, and he told me where to find you today.

Eden: Charlie knew?

Nikolai: Are you upset?

Eden: No. No... not about that. I... I just... *crying*

For a few minutes, Eden finds himself completely unable to speak. He just clings to Nikolai and sobs.

Some small corner of his mind says he should be mad that Nikolai kept such a big secret for Watcher knows how long, but he can't bring himself to be angry about it. He's weak with relief, and overwhelmed with equal parts joy and excitement at being reunited with his friend and coach.

After his parents, brother and sister, Nikolai is the person he loves most in the whole world. Even though it’s only been slightly less than three months, their separation has been far more difficult than Eden anticipated. He's not sure he even grasped exactly how hard it'd been until this moment. Now that he knows it's over, that the lonely, painful distance between them has been erased, the reality of it really hits him.

Nikolai holds him tightly and lets him cry. He murmurs little comforts against the side of Eden’s head, until Eden finally runs out of tears and he's able to get his breathing under control again.

Nikolai: Are you going to be all right?

Eden: *sniffling* I never want to let go.

Nikolai: You'll have to eventually.

Eden: I know, but not yet. Please?

Nikolai: We'll take as long as you need.

Eden: Thank you.

Nikolai: I missed you.

Eden: Me too. Promise you won't ever leave me again, okay?

Nikolai: *laughing softly* It was you who left me, as I recall.

Eden: You know what I mean. I don't ever want to be apart from you any more. Not until we’re both ready for it, at least.

Nikolai: Will you ever be ready to be apart from me again? Because I’m not certain I’ll ever be willing to part with you. Even when your competing days are over and you’ve moved on to something else, I hope you’re still in my life.

Eden: I’ll be your friend forever, and I always want us to be in each other’s lives.

Nikolai: I’m glad.

Eden: I’m sorry I left, and I'm sorry I didn't come back home when you suggested it. Everything's a mess now, and it's all my fault.

Nikolai: No, my sunshine. It's not your fault, and I don’t want you to be sorry.

Eden: Why?

Nikolai: You’re young, and your future is full of opportunities. You need to be able to explore them without regrets. This was the right thing to do, coming here with your brother.

Eden: But, it wasn't! I missed you so much, and working with Mr. Nishijima's been so hard. Every time he yells at me, I keep thinking, ‘Kolya would never yell at me like that’ and I just feel like crying every day, and… and skating was starting to not be fun.

Nikolai: I’m the one who should be saying I’m sorry.

Eden: What for?

Nikolai: For not coming with you when you asked me about it the first time. I'm the one who made the wrong choice, even if it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

Eden: What do you mean?

Nikolai: You were determined to go, and it wasn't my place to stop you, even though I was worried you'd struggle. I had to remind myself that you’re not a child any more, and you have to jump from the nest and fly on your own at some point. I couldn’t hold you back with my own insecurities. As much as I wanted to keep you with me and protect you, I had to be okay with letting you go.

Eden: But… but I need you. I didn’t want to leave without you. If you were worried, why did you say no when I asked you to come?

Nikolai: Can I be honest?

Eden: Yes. That's what I want.

Nikolai: The truth is, it really was my insecurity that would've held you back. I didn't want you to go, but I knew it wouldn’t be right to try to make you stay, and part of the reason I said no to coming with you at first is because I was afraid to leave. This is a huge move. It's literally life-changing for me, and I had no idea how I was going to cope with giving up my work and my family and everything else I've ever known, to relocate halfway around the world.

Eden: Do you think it wasn't huge for me and Charlie, too?

Nikolai: Of course it was, but you're so much braver than me, my Eden. Besides, this was your and Charlie's idea. I'd never thought about leaving Brindleton Bay before all this, much less about leaving the country.

Eden: But, you did it in the end.

Nikolai: Yes, for you.

Eden: But—

Nikolai: You do still want to get to the Olympics, don't you?

Eden: Yeah, but... what are you going to do? Coaching me can't be your only job here, and—

Nikolai: You don't need to worry about that. I'm sure I'll be able to start teaching again soon enough. I've still got my writing for a bit of income, and I've got my savings to rely on in the meantime.

Eden: You should think about moving in with me and Charlie. You could save some money if you don't have to pay rent somewhere else.

Nikolai: Do you have room?

Eden: We have a whole extra bedroom on the second floor, since Charlie and I share the downstairs one. We'd have to fix it up for you, but that'd be easy. We can do it.

Nikolai: How about we talk about all this later? Tonight after dinner, maybe? Charlie will want to have his say, and I expect the two of you will have things to discuss together as well.

Eden: Okay.

Nikolai: Why don't we get out of here? I want to see whoever is in charge of scheduling, to see if we can get your ice time changed to the morning, like we're used to. And of course I'll need to speak with your former coach.

Eden: Mr. Nishijima?

Nikolai: Unless you've got some other coach you need to fire that I'm unaware of?

Eden: You say that so casually.

Nikolai: Trust me, there will be nothing casual about this conversation.

[florainkingdom]

"I don't like that it's not easy for everyone to get along. You just gotta be nice." Lily was nice to her classmates, and they were nice to her, so how hard could it be for everyone else to do it?

"Alright, I think that's enough. We'll will have this conversation in private some other day, okay?" Poppy didn't want to discourage Lily's drive and to an extent she was right, though they'd have to have a long talk about why it's so complex.

"Oh, no need to apologize Amy. I can only guess it must be something that just happens with being famous heroes." Poppy was just guessing, though could only assume being heroes came with a lot of attention.

"Alright, everything is set." Friedrich would speak up figuring it'd be best to let the group talk while request another limo along with booking Amy and Sonic a place to stay. "If you'll excuse me, I must see to some other matters and will have another guard escort you out. I do hope you enjoy your stay in our world." The gamba then turned around before disappearing as he teleported.

"Yeesh, would've been nice to ask if the guards were at least as chill as him," Poppy said as a large sheep entered the room. "Alright, one last trip down the stairs." The opossum would walk out of the room.

The guard waited for Amy and Sonic to do the same before leaving it as well and starting to lead them back the way they came.

Lily would once more turn to face Sonic and Amy while sitting on her mom's shoulder. "This was super fun. Thanks for letting us come Mr. Sonic, and you too Ms. Amy." The opossum then looked at her mom. "Do you think they can visit us if we ask Auntie Petunia?"

"I'll ask, though maybe you should ask them first." Poppy knew how easily excited her daughter could get which did make Lily forget her manners.

"Okay," Lily was quick to turn to Sonic and Amy. "Before you two go can you visit us at Auntie Petunia's manor?"

it sounded complicated, and neither hedgehog could say they envied that fact. at least back home things were rather cut and dry. eggman built evil machine, they destroyed those machines, and sometimes their relationship with the mad genius was complicated but they were still on the side of good and evil. that much was obvious.

"things would be easier if that was the case, but it's not quite that easy," amy agreed, but still didn't sound that convinced by it all. if everyone got along the world, well worlds, would be so much different. she had to wonder what it might be like, but at the same time she knew it would take years for anything of the sort to come about.

no matter how good some intentions were.

but at least there seemed to be plenty of good, if not quirky, people here on this planet. better than a planet full of evil doctors.

and the hedgehogs were happy to see more of it, given the chance. though sonic was tempted to stay they didn't need a car, the look amy gave at the prospect made him change his mind.

❝ i guess we can take a ride this time. that way we can at least see the town before we get caught in all its mess. plus we did promise to stay out of the heroics while we were here. ❞ and if he saw people purposely making trouble? the speedster was going to jump in. best to avoid the temptation.

but it seemed this was where the hedgehogs and opossums parted, and they both turned to the mom and daughter with smiles.

"thanks for everything today. sorry it all seemed to get a little...sidetracked," amy chuckled, albeit a little awkwardly. the day hadn't been bad by any means but it had definitely gone off the rails a little bit. still, she was glad lily and poppy seemed to have had a good time.

if nothing else, they had truly gotten a new experience from it all. all four of them had.

[slashbitch2]

Extra Complications PT3

Previous Chapter

"Don't bother coming back into work tomorrow."

Her words had been replaying in your mind since the final encounter, bouncing round like a taunting echo. It'd only been a week since you'd stopped working at Alchemex, yet had felt like a lifetime of boredom and fatigue. With no job or persistent villain to chase after, if you could even call Liv a villain anymore, there was no reason to get out of bed in the morning, nothing to stop you from moping around your apartment. The days blended into what felt like one long sick day, disregarding the occasional break to rescue a cat stuck in a tree.

Although, your only sickness was of the mind. Whenever you attempted to get some rest, your thoughts would inevitably drift to Liv; the cold, distanced tone to her voice, the look of betrayal in her eyes, how empty the week had felt without her. By the third night plagued with insomnia, you were starting to accept that your feelings towards her may be more than a simple crush. On the eighth night, you decided you ought to do something about it and began to formulate a plan.

Entering the building like you were still an employee would be almost impossible since anyone who left their job was rarely welcomed back with open arms. It'd also be better to avoid the security and CCTV cameras, which you'd learnt used face recognition technology. And finally, locating a security card would pose a potential problem, as walking round the facility until you happened to stumble across a janitor to steal from was unfortunately no longer a possibility. So, what was the solution to all your problems? Vents.

Which is how you found yourself scouring over blueprints like a cliched protagonist from a bygone age movie, but at least the irony hadn't escaped you, and thankfully laboratories generally required a great deal of ventilation, so you had multiple routes memorised by the time the bus had arrived at Alchemex. You'd spent the entire journey on edge, fearful that any fellow passenger might accost you for looking so suspicious. But apparently an agitated figure buried beneath a pile of blueprints wearing a spider-suit underneath a jumper was normal enough to be ignored.

Nonetheless, stepping onto the concrete ground of the car park was a relief which inspired a tad more optimism. Moreover, leaving the burdening stacks of blueprints behind further alleviated some of your anxiety. It felt like a final confirmation that this was your one and only chance, and you weren't about to mess it up. Even as the building loomed over you casting a shadow of uncertainty, nothing could discourage your determination.

There was the remarkable sense that you didn't belong here, though it was a familiar sensation. One that persuaded you to tug the mask over your head before darting toward the edge of the car park. It was your belief that as long as you stuck to the outskirts of the facility, few would pay you any attention while you were out in the open. Therefore allowing you to manoeuvre into position and take the quickest passage straight to Liv's office. Which is exactly what you did.

The first stretch of the vent system was a straight drop, a narrow plunge that went on for longer than anticipated. Like a slide with no angle of inclination and a lot less fun. You hit the metal base with an ungraceful clang, certain that your legs would've buckled upon impact had it not been for the lack of space to do so. Overall an uncomfortable start. The remainder of the journey was a lot of crawling and muscle cramps, your only incentive being the occasional grate to peer down which reassured you that your destination was drawing nearer. Everything was going to plan.

Until you heard her.

Olivia's voice rung clear as if from a dream. It stood out from the general ruckus, initially leading you to believe you were hallucinating, that it was some kind of audible mirage. Yet you refocused your senses and it didn't go away. She was almost directly below you, separated simply by a thin layer of metal. With renewed ambition, you crawled toward the nearest grate as quickly and quietly as possible, frantically lowering your head to find the perfect angle, all just to catch a glimpse of her.

"What do you mean the program hasn't worked?" Liv pinched the bridge of her nose, her words laced with an an uncharacteristic anger. You'd never known her to be an irritable person, she loved her job and every challenge that came with it. Was she uptight? Sure. Passionate? Undeniably. But never angry.

"I've tried rerunning and rewriting parts of the code. And it just doesn't work!" Some poor employee (Mark, if you remembered correctly) was fighting for his dignity below. You could see he was flushing, wildly flailing his hands around as he tried to justify his mistake.

"You've rewritten part of it?!" She repeated, volume rising in frustration.

"I- I thought I knew how to fix it."

"I told you not to mess with my work." She growled, stepping closer.

"With all due respect," He didn't back down, clearly caught off guard and unsure how to deal with an irritated Liv. "it's actually Y/N's work."

Upon hearing your name, you ducked out of view as if you'd been seen. Although, it was evident that this was not the case, so slowly you edged forward to peer down at them once more.

Liv's face had dropped at the mention of your name. But by the time you'd settled back in place, anger was already seeping into her expression, then was suddenly smoothed into disturbingly sweet smile. "Well, Y/N isn't here anymore. So I suggest you keep your incompetent hands off of things you don't understand."

Judging by her vague wording, you guessed she hadn't told anyone the real reason you'd been fired. A fond appreciation flooded your mind. Despite everything that had happened, she still respected your secret enough to keep it. You begun to consider that maybe Liv cared about you as much as you did her. Why else would she lie on your behalf?

Mark muttered an ashamed. "Ok." Then left to try and atone for his mistake.

Liv stayed where she was for another minute before taking a deep breath, shaking off her annoyance, and setting a determined path. You assumed she was heading for her office and were about to follow, but then paused. Was this really the best time for a reunion? She obviously wasn't in the best mood, and if you had to guess, it was likely due to your betrayal. Was it too soon to reappear in her life? You'd arrived here with the intention to apologise and make amends, however, you had no idea how Liv would react or what would happen after. If there would even be an after. She could attack you on first sight for all you knew.

No. You'd come too far to turn around now. You continued along the vent before you could overthink the decision. It would be foolish to turn around now: the end was in sight, and rapidly growing closer.

Reaching the final grate, you were greeted with the familiar yet new aerial view of Liv's office. It'd remained mainly the same since your departure. She hadn't even bothered to remove your lab coat, which was still carelessly thrown over the chair you'd frequented everyday. And Liv herself hadn't changed much either, disregarding the seemingly permanent anger lines upon her face. She was sitting at her desk, head in hand, mindlessly flipping through a folder. It occurred to you at that moment that she didn't look irritated, rather sad. Another unexpected emotion for her to display.

After a minute, she sighed, tossing the papers to one side and bringing her other hand up to crash forward into. She looked defeated, seeing her this way felt wrong. You honestly preferred the anger because it showed she'd maintained at least some of her usual intensity.

You sighed. It was time to fix this. With unsteady hands you delicately unscrewed the bolts holding the grate in place, careful to make as little noise as possible. It was as you were removing the final screw that you realised something: you had no idea what to say to her. No planned speech or prepared apology, you'd resigned to hoping for a spontaneous burst of thoughtfulness in the moment. You sat there for a minute, fidgeting with one of the screws while attempting to come up with what you would say. Should you start by apologising for breaking in, or for lying to her, or for applying to the job in the first place? You had a lot of things to apologise for.

And unfortunately, the chance to think it through any further was taken from you as the screw slipped out of your hand. You gasped watching it fall, hitting the ground with an faint thud. Although quiet enough for most people to ignore, you knew Liv was too thorough to not investigate. And as expected, following your sharp intake of breath was the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, then footsteps gradually approaching.

Liv appeared below you, bending down to inspect the screw before glancing up. Her eyes locked with yours through the mask and widened in shock.

"Hey." The casual tone to your voice sounded forced and you grimaced. But rather than dwelling on it, you dropped from the exposed hiding place and pulled off your mask. You smiled awkwardly, eyes scanning and overanalysing her reaction.

Liv stepped back to lean on the desk for support. Her mouth was agape, but otherwise her face was worryingly blank.

"If this is a bad time I can come back later."

Still no response. The room was drowning in a tense silence.

"Well, actually I probably can't come back." With no social cues to interact with, you began to ramble aimlessly. "I'm guessing you'll find a way to patch that particular security breach." You gestured up to the gap in the ceiling and laughed lightly. "Sorry about that. I didn't know how else to-"

You're cut off as Liv moves impossibly fast, grabbing your shoulders and shoving you backwards against the wall. A thousand different thoughts run through your mind at once, all wondering what she's about to do. The majority are focused on the possibility that she's going to hurt you in some way, although, even if she did have the intention to cause harm, you wouldn't fight back. You were tired of conflict, especially when it involved Liv.

She was standing close, breathing heavily and saying nothing. You couldn't help but let your eyes flicker down to her lips, the temptation to kiss her becoming increasingly vehement. So instead you forced your attention up to her eyes, which held an air of confusion.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was deep, full of unvoiced emotions.

You licked your lips, glancing at her mouth one last time. "I came here to apologise. I didn't mean for any of this to go so far."

"You're lying." She backed away slightly and you immediately missed the proximity.

"I'm not! I just-" You stuttered, then admitted in a quieter voice. "I never meant to hurt you."

She inhaled shakily and swallowed, your eyes tracing the movement of her throat. "And?"

"And because I care about you too much to let you think I did any of this on purpose." You lowered your head, her invasive glare becoming overwhelming.

Soft fingers firmly gripped your chin, compelling you to look up. Her eyes displayed distrust, confusion which you suddenly feel the need to wipe away. You wanted to make your affection for her clear, but found yourself annoyingly speechless. All the recurring thoughts and confined confessions that had been plaguing you for a week suddenly gone from your mind. You were infuriatingly at a loss for words. Although, the warmth of her fingers against your skin reminded you that actions speak louder than words.

You leant in slowly, giving her sufficient time to stop you. She didn't move so you kissed her lightly at first, searingly next. Your arm shifted to wrap around her back tentatively and she moaned faintly in response. Although, it wasn't until you allowed her to take control that any remaining anger dissipated. At that point the kiss became bruising, her hold on you tightening as a wave of shared desperation rolled over the both of you. Before the desperation could reach its peak, however, you separated from her.

Liv was almost panting, her cheeks tinged pink and hair a mess. She promptly attempted to kiss you again, though you dodged the advance and she whined. Her mouth latched onto your neck, sucking at the skin there.

Your head fell back against the wall, dizzy from lust. "Does this mean I can have my job back?" You quipped, running a hand through your hair.

"Depends." She murmured in between kisses. "Do you have anymore secrets?"

"None that I can think of." You smiled, the prospect of returning to what you'd come to consider as normality was an appealing one. Of course there were things you would need to work through with Liv, and many, many extra complications alongside having a relationship with your boss. But nothing easy was ever worthwhile, and Liv was living proof of that.

"Alright. You're hired."

[yeetmetotahiti]

Are u still taking requests simp coz I really wanna know what it'd be like playing Hide n Seek with da Sawyer boys.

Alright friendo I hope you enjoy the trash! ❤️

Bubba:

This perfect child boy plays the proper way it supposed to be played. But he’s more excited about it since he never really got to grow up doing normal childhood things.

He gets super into it and makes sure he follows all the rules to a T. He wants to make sure he’s doing it right!

Please please please let this baby boy win. He really needs this.

That being said, he is NOT the best at hiding. He’s too excited and he’s always making little happy sounds or fidgeting.

Also the boy is a damn truck and he chooses to hide behind the chair in the living(??????) room.

He’s so happy to play though, it’s all he’s gonna want to do for days on end after he’s played the first game with you. He’s gonna get more creative and Sawyer-like with his hiding spots though.

Catch this boy man deadass hiding behind a hanging body on a hook. Or he’ll just switch his face and be sitting on the couch like you won’t know it’s him.

This boy is precious, please just let him have this.

Now when it comes to him finding you, he might have a little bit of trouble with that.

Yes he knows the land and property very well. He has to. But you can probably fit in places that he can’t. So you can probably go unnoticed by him very easily if you wanted to.

Don’t make it too hard on him though. He’ll get discouraged easily if it takes him too long. He’ll get sad and think maybe you’ve played a prank on him, like his brothers do, and you just wanted him to leave the room.

I’m not saying to hide in obvious places or let him find you, but like.....yes I am. At least in the beginning so he can get the hang of the game again.

One day you both managed to find really good hiding spots and it took the both of you hours to find each other. Drayton was pissed beyond words as to where all his help went.

When he plays with his brothers it’s a whole different game!! He has to climb trees, search the roof, graveyards, the open road, etc just to hopefully get a glimpse of these gremlins.

The twins are way too good at hiding and he may or may not have found them both in a pile of bones one day.

The twins always seems to find him way too quickly, cheating is probably involved. So he doesn’t like to play when they’re seeking.

Nubbins:

This trash gremlin hasn’t played this game with anybody (willingly) in years. So when people actually agree to play with him he’s pumped tf up!!

He usually plays his own bastardized form of it with victims, but this version is almost as fun to him.

He knows literally all the hiding places and is like a cat and can fit almost anywhere. And I mean anywhere.

I would say he’s good at this game, but I’d be lying since whenever he has to hide he’s usually cackling or giggling up a storm and can’t stay still to save his life!!

He’s just too energetic to stay still ok!

Besides annoying his brothers or causing chaos with them, this is his favorite game.

How do you think he’s managed to avoid the authorities this whole time? Boy knows how to hide when he has to.

Now if he’s the one seeking, find the best spot you can because this boy is like a bloodhound.

He’s gonna find you one way or the other.

He doesn’t do the normal “I found you!!” Thats you’re supposed to do. He either throws something at you or straight up tackles you.

He might even pin you down and torment you in the way siblings do. He’s gonna be poking and prodding you and making fun of you.

Bubba fears when’s he’s in a hide and seek mood because he always pops out of nowhere and laughs like crazy when he scares poor Bubba.

Drayton hates this game because he can never find Nubbins to hit with his broom. 0/10 for this game if you ask him.

Hide and seek can last days, maybe even a week, tops with him. He gets way to into it if you ask me.

But it always ends the same. One of you is miserable and the other is beat up.

This is not a nice game when played with him. Somebody is gonna bleed one way or the other.

Just bring some bandaids.

Chop Top:

He doesn’t find it as fun as his twin, but I’d be lying if I said he didn’t find it so funny to play with victims and experience their reactions

Unlike his twin, he’s not the most patient when it comes to this game. So after a while he either gives up trying to find you or, if he’s hiding, he’ll just straight up leave.

He finds it so funny when you come back fuming because he had you out there playing a game by yourself for an hour.

He’s not the best at this game because he also just can’t sit still. He’s either humming a tune or dancing to it.

He is honestly the easiest to find or hide from because of that.

But if there ever comes a day when he’s super into the game, he’s gonna go all out! He’s gonna put his military training to questionable use!

He’ll find the most obscure places to hide. Was that a noise coming from the air vent? No it couldn’t have been. Wait, did that rock just move??? No, you’re just being silly.

When he’s the one seeking he’s not the best sport. He won’t just be looking to see if you’re in a spot. He’s gonna be throwing things at his places he thinks you might be. He’ll just randomly scream to see if he can scare you out of hiding. He will be a bastard.

Drayton actively fears when Chop decides to play this game. That boy is gonna give him a heart attack one day, he just knows it!

Bubba doesn’t like to play hide and seek with him because he always gets too angry about either not being found or not being able to find the person hiding.

Chop and Nubbins once played a game that lasted 3 days. Both of them were convinced that the other was supposed to be the seeker.

It was both the most peaceful and annoying days Drayton had ever had. He only had one brother to help him out for those 3 days. Poor Bubba.

When Drayton asks him to do a chore he doesn’t like Chop goes off and hides and comes back to a fuming Drayton explaining that he thought he wanted to play a round.

I’m not too sure if you should let him win every round or not. I feel like he’d get very bored of winning or losing. It’d probably just be in your best interest to make the games interesting.

Drayton:

Lol wut?

He suggests his brothers(whichever ones are annoying him most that day) go hide so he can find them. But obviously he never bothers to go looking

Chop catches on the fastest, it’s takes Bubba a bit to realize he’s never gonna come look for him, and legend says Nubbins is still gone to the day.

He abuses the game to get some peace and quiet around here for once!!

I mean what did you expect?

Grandpa:

Honey child are you ok???? This man can’t move.

[theglitchywriterboi]

This is a project I wrote in 11th grade about a modern version of the Pride & Prejudice scene where Mr. Collins proposes to Elizabeth. I wrote it in the middle of the night at the night before it was due so there's a plethora of typos. Onto the story though:

It was soon after breakfast ended,Mr. Collins crept up to Mrs. Bennett tapping her on the shoulder, a little aggressively, but not intentionally.

"Um, excuse me, Ma'am would it be alright with you if I solicited a private little parley with your beautiful daughter Elizabeth?" Mr. Collins spoke while fiddling with something in his hands. Elizabeth's face turned red, and before she could even begin to respond Mrs. Bennett spoke.

"Oh of course! I'm sure Lizzy would love to! Come on Kitty!" And with that, Mrs. Bennett began to gather her things to leave when Elizabeth called out to her,

"You really don't have to go, either of you, anything Mr. Collins has to say he can say in front of others" Mrs. Bennett shot Elizabeth a small glare and went out of the room, with Kitty begrudgingly following, locking the door behind them, making sure Elizabeth wasn't following.

Elizabeth sat down, while Mr. Collins composed himself,

"My dearest, fairest, Elizabeth, know that your modesty does not make you any less perfect, in fact! It makes you a thousand times better. If there hadn't been unwillingness, well I'm sure I still would've seen you a desirable wife but… Anyways, almost as soon as I came here I saw you and I Knew you. You were the one I should marry! Now, before you say anything, let me tell you my reasons for marrying"

As Mr. Collins composed himself once again, Elizabeth tried to keep from laughing, everyone saw him check out Jane, why would he lie like that. Plus they barely know each other. Finally Mr. Collins was ready with his 'reasons' to marry,

"First, I think the fact that me being a part of a church, it'd be good for me to have a wife. Secondly, it'd make me very very happy, I know that maybe doesn't mean much to you but- Thirdly one of the most amazing people who I've had the pleasure to be in the same vicinity of, Miss de Bourgh wants me to marry and she would love you! And fourth, I'm getting your dad's stuff so it makes sense for me to marry one of his kids, but I won't touch what he leaves you, I swear on my life and our future kids!" He finished handing her what he was fiddling with in his hand. It was a small gold book with a silver red rose on it.

"Bro, okay I… I appreciate the sentiment but you have to remember I still get answer," she began "I don't care if it's good for your job, or if your boss wants it to be, it's my life? And yeah it's cool if you're happy but I'm not gonna marry you just for that…"

"Well, the most beautiful young women always reject the guys they secretly like, and sometimes even they reject them the second or third time" Mr. Collins replied, refusing to be discouraged.

"Dude, I will never. Ever. Marry you. Like, I hope you find love but this isn't it. Your hope is beyond false if you continue," Elizabeth said, now standing. She thought this man was frustrating before but now? She took a breath and spoke as calmly as she could. "I assure you, that Lady Catherine would not approve of me, and I know that you can't make me happy and I can't make you happy either so. Stop."

After a little more back and forth between the two, Mr. Collins gave up, and accepted Elizabeth wouldn't be his. She kept the little book rose thing, it was dope, and he didn't ask for it back. 

[sainadazai]

Chapter 2

There was a certain essence of security in the fact that one kid would be sent home today, still there was a horrible feeling inside you that you'd be the one leaving.

There was no reason for you to fail, Mr.Aizawa didn't seem to be singling anyone out, though.

That alone made you nervous, if he didn't have someone specific in mind, then it was free reign whoever would be booted at the end of the day.

Bakugou threw a softball more than seven hundred meters, you were sure your primary school record was less than 30 meters. With your quirk you didn't need dense muscle, it required lean muscle and mostly on your back.

Manipulating the state of matter in metal wasn't really difficult, but lifting it with your mind was.

Even more, it was especially hard to keep it in its semi-liquid state while you manipulate it. Cause many people have conjuring quirks, hell probably somebody in this class had a quirk that could make things, yours was just also limited to one specific material.

It took a long time to perfect your own unique fighting style. You didn't wanna be like cementoss, or Best jeanist, although they were great heroes.

Being a carbon copy of a hero that already has existed served no joy to you, you were y/n, and that's who the world oughta know.

Was that really gonna help you now, though? What were these eight tests he was talking about?

test one: 50 meter dash

Should be easy enough, why use your quirk on something you already excelled in during school. Y/n L/n - 100 meter dash - 12.67 seconds. It couldn't be hard to half that at least, maybe even quarter it, you wouldn't use your quirk here.

You really need to stop underestimating people, in your heat, the first at that, were Tenya Iida and Tsuyu Asui. The boy was well built, muscular, tall and his legs seemed to have engines in them. He was sure not a good match to make you seem strong or fast.

The girl had long, green hair and beautiful round eyes, she seemed to have some sort of frog hybrid quirk. Probably much faster than you as well. Not really the best time to second guess yourself, you already assessed this test. No quirk. Don't waste your energy.

Ugh, but shouldn't heroes go a hundred percent all the time? God this was infuriating.

"Go"

Well, there you have it, first day and you're already overthinking. Without letting your worry get to you, you sprinted towards the speedometer hoping you wouldn't get discouraged by the fast boy in front of you. The air flowed against you, pushing your hair back. You had forgotten about the tension air creates when you run against it, but it didn't matter. As quickly as it started you heard Iida's score, the Asui's, but you knew 50 meters was easy. You knew you were fast even without your quirk, you would prove it.

"6 seconds"

"Without a quirk?"

"What even is her quirk?"

"I don't know, she wasn't in my exam."

The others after you seemed to be faster than you too, even if by seconds. However, it was helpful to learn exactly what their quirks were.

Uraraka- zero gravity

Iida- engine

Bakugou-explosion

Knowing all this made you unique compared to them, because now, you know their quirks and how they work for the most part, but only a few even can guess yours. Maybe it won't help you too much now, but in the future this knowledge will.

Test two: Grip strength

Easy, this can be done without even touching that little machine, but sure, you'd give me a show.

"Woah, you hit 500 kilograms?! You're such a beast"

The boy with extra arms seemed to do well on this, you could obviously guess why. Still, you had no fear at all in this test. What were they thinking putting an object entirely made of metal and wires in your hand? Rigged in your favor to be honest.

You took the contraption in your hand, avoiding the eyes of the few watching you to see what your quirk was. Jokes on them, cause with this test, it'd take a genius to tell. Applying a decent amount of pressure from your hand, you began to feel all of the particles in the tiny machine, moving them closer and closer together. Pushing them down with each breath out. Until the machine beeped.

12,000kg

You almost smirked at that, you technically didn't have that much plain grip strength, but the teacher said use your quirk, anything goes.

"Twelve thousand!? No way!" the yellow haired boy spoke with astonishment, not anger, but the words felt accusing,

"sorry.."

The students were left dumbfounded. However, at the mention of such a high number, todoroki began to seek out your face, he recognised the girl who had tried to speak with him earlier. Looking at the floor and avoiding the quite obvious compliments, he couldn't help but feel it wasn't out of modesty.

Test three: Standing long jump

The ring on your finger would serve well enough for this one, removing it, you liquified the metal ring until it was a non-Newtonian liquid- or a liquid that is solid under pressure. It soon multiplied until it was around a foot high line of liquid metal, then you curled it into a spring shape. Jumping straight up you landed both feet on the outer edge of the spring and flew into the air launching it with you and quickly turning it back into a tiny ring around your pinky finger.

Then apologizing again as more questions floated in.

Next was repeated side steps, then ball throws. By then, the other students had acknowledged the uncomfort you seemed to have around them, and only admired from afar.

To others the ball throw seemed like the most important test, but it didn't really feel like that to you. Despite having some restraint, you wanted to be the best in every test. Well, maybe not this one, after the gravity girl sent a ball to infinity.

Still, you held the softball, all eyes on you, not feeling so shy, considering you knew these were supposed to be your friends, you wanted them to like you, more than anything. So you would just have to woman up soon.

You tossed the ball to yourself a couple times, feeling for any metal particles, baseballs were usually full of string on the inside, maybe that would work? No, too risky for now.

Feeling pressure to hurry, you took a quick glance around, locking eyes with the boy who sits by you. He still was stone faced, but looked a little intrigued to see what you would do. Was he curious about you? He was so strong though, you'd seen it earlier. Well, best live up to expectations.

No luck with metal in the ball, but there was plenty all around you: iron in your blood. Taking your pointer fingernail, you scratched a quick cut on your opposite palm, maintaining eye contact with the boy. His stiffness faltered for a second, confused and maybe worried at your actions.

Quickly you dragged your blood out of the cut in a thin, rope-like flow, wrapped it around the ball, and took a deep breath. Then you closed your eyes, just how you taught yourself to, and imagined the blood pulling the ball into the air. Arm swung back and ready you released the image along with a throw high into the air.

Continuing to focus on where your blood would take it, you imagine not a place, but a number, and a force. Applying that force to the blood and ball, long lost in the sky, you finally sighed out and looked around, waiting for a score.

Your peers seemed confused about what had just happened, all except for the red and white haired boy, he seemed to have caught on to some extent.

"1,609 meters"

"A mile, exactly? How?"

"Your blood? That doesn't match up with everything else you've done today!" A girl with recognizably large breasts and thighs spoke, she was gorgeous. Hair tied up in a black ponytail, and even her voice sounded sophisticated.

"Uhm-"

"If you say sorry one more time i'm gonna blast you to space, ya hear me!?"

The fire boy, Bakugou screamed at you, and you would have been scared, but it actually made you feel comforted. The realization that people here were not asking for your apologies.

"Yes sir." you winked.

Why did you wink? Did you forget you weren't talking to mochi? A yellow haired boy, whose name you thought was denki turned red and fainted. You felt incredibly stupid, and flustered, and mad at yourself for slipping like that.

"AAAaaa im so sorry, pleaseforgivmeidontknowwhatiwasthinkingwinkingayoulikehatwhenyoubarelyknowmeohnopleasedonthatemenowimsorryimsorrymochiwillyellatmelater!" you screeched out, falling subject to your now loose personality.

Then you went to hide among the crowd of them, slowly shrinking in on yourself.

The next one up was the green haired boy, Deku? That's what bakugou called him, right? You didn't know you were standing next to shouto todoroki, but he sure knew he was standing next to you.

He wanted to confirm his suspicions about your quirk, and also he subconsciously wanted to know what a conversation with you would be like. You didn't seem too eccentric, or obnoxious like some of the kids here. Plus for some reason you were flustered at any and everything,and well, it was stupidly adorable.

Todoroki shouldn't be thinking these things, but he is. On the first day of school no less.

It seems, though, you weren't the star of the show today. He tore his eyes from you at the sound of your gasp. The boy who hasn't used a quirk all day had thrown the softball barely a few meters. So how did he get in? He seemed nice enough, but it sparked the question, how would someone quirkless make it to the hero course?

Or maybe he wasn't, it seemed, the teacher had nullified whatever quirk he tried to use. They were talking for quite some time, until Mr.Aizawa removed his restraint on the kids quirk and he was left to throw.

His lips pursed, deep in thought. Deku really had to get this one right. There may not be a better place to apply his gifted quirk. He really didnt wanna go home, either, so this was it.

Blinking, he thrust his hand back and before you could process what was happening an incredible force of wind flew back on you. The ball launched high into the air, a trail of pure power following it. You didn't take your eyes off that ball until it dropped. A puff of dirt flying up around it.

705.3

So you looked back to the boy, eyes wide just like everyone else, and your eyes found a bloodied purple finger. Broken in every sense of the word. Deku, though, was smiling, the brightest smile you'd ever seen. Proud. He was proud of himself. What could you be but proud of him, too?

You'd known him less than a day, spoken to him all but once, but his smile was pure. You used to smile like that when you were working out your quirk in the forest behind school. It was beautiful.

"Awesome.." you whispered through a smile clad lips.

Teeth white and shining under the sun, and todoroki heard you. Even looked down(or up) at you. He wanted to see that smile again from you, and for the love of god he couldn't tell himself why....

A/n this isn't a deku fic but I love him, and it IS his show, so- don't be surprised if i write about him like he is the most precious gorgeous blessing on earth.

[frogsandfries]

Never enough bobbins

Don't tell my manager, but I spent my shift, for the most part, winding bobbins of embroidery floss. Go figure, there never seem to be enough bobbins. The other day, I spent my whole afternoon off with my kittens locked out of the bedroom while I sorted through my thread that my sister recently sent me. I spent the whole afternoon organizing everything so I could find one single color.

Guess what.

Apparently, I don't even own this color.

Go figure. I was trying to take a project that I started last summer, 2019, that I guess I got discouraged about, since I wouldn't have been able to dry clean it or frame it, let alone with UV-resistant glass, never even mind hang it on my wall. So I put it away and just figured it for a waste of time. But now, I have walls that need to be decorated and I figured this was a fun yet sophisticated way to do so. So here we go.

I think I'm hacking great chunks of it away every few evenings. Maybe by Christmas, we can get it cleaned and framed. I'll either buy frame by the inch from Blick, if they do that, or maybe get a regular poster frame and UV-resistant glass somehow. I'm pretty excited to see it finished.

I'm so torn between working on sticker stuff and working on cross-stitch, but I think it'll be nice to take a chunk out of this project. We're also getting serious about getting me a new tablet. I guess we settled on an apple??? I'm nervous to see how that goes; I live out of my Google account. I've been storing everything from college papers to photographic records of sculptures to cross-stitch patterns and sticker designs in there since at least 2012.

My partner keeps bringing up having like an external hard drive, and I have to admit, that would be kinda cool. It'd be resistant to any failures Google might have. I think like a lot of things though, any massive organizational project like that might demand a more full computer than I currently have full access to.

It's interesting to think how, all the information I might leave to any kids I might have, would be a collection of digital files. It's scary to think that in a few years, all of my file types may no longer be accessible. It's kind of cool to think, by that time, there may be ways to automatically update file formats. Or maybe I'm getting scifi brain because I don't comprehend computers at all. It's interesting to imagine that they may not care, but I could give them hundreds of pages of journals, at least thousands of photos of my family, my travels, and my art work if they care, in less than a shoebox worth of space. It'd be really cool to have things arranged into ebooks or whatnot, accompanied by journals and reminiscences. I think the pinnacle would be to give my children baby books, professionally printed books of my journey through parenting them. I know it's egotistical to be like "my journey", but even as the child of someone else, I think my childhood was as much for my parents as it was to lay the foundation for me to be who I am today. I think it would have been cool to get a journal or something from at least one of my parents admitting to me what they thought of me and being a parent. But that's not how their generation is.

I know one of my friends is really in to scrapbooking. She loves washi tape and cutting up photos and making cute pages. I'm a very minimalist, spartan kind of person. I don't really add pops of color; I'm terrified of cutting up or otherwise defacing photos. I have a hard time altering anything like that. I think it's kind of odd that I'm such an un-frivolous person for an artist.

You know what should be a tangible object every time, though? Even when I've dumped all of the recipes I've hoarded over the course of my life into a blog or a doc, I still want to eventually create a beautiful, expandable, customizable cookbook, with colorful gel pens and washi tape and laminated pages.