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kiss-me-muchoo · 1 year ago

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𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ In an earth from the 1600’s that still hunts witches, you and your friends are sent on a mission to catch an anomaly. When the villagers catch you and are about to burn you, Miguel has to go and save you. The act, will lead to you and Miguel having a heart-to-heart talk, solving your problems. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ witch!reader, implied short reader, legal age gap, violence, witchcraft, religion mentions, some horror, angst, fluff. 𝐀/𝐍_ I did something bad, that’s the song for this.

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Maybe you exaggerated the sparkles in your eyes.

The black eyeshadow with glitter on top was scandalous, and the red gloss on your lips only made it look more exaggerated.

But someone knocked on the door when you were about to wipe the gloss.

“Coming!” You let your guests know.

When you open the door, there are a lot of interesting sights.

Miles and Gwen are dressed as Frankenstein and his bride, Hobie is dressed as a zombie policeman, Pavitr is dressed as a pirate, and Baby Mayday is a fairy.

“OH- all of you look so cute and cool” you squeal, stealing Mayday from Pavitr’s arms.

“You are the prettiest fairy!” She coos and giggles, playing with the feathers on your cleavage. You were the black swan. Yes, from the movie, with pointe shoes alike shoes and all.

“You look so pretty!” Gwen flatters you, as you step aside from the door to let the group in.

“Thanks. So… uh-… Where’s Peter?” You ask once the door closes, and your adult friend is nowhere nearby.

“Jess. He was about to come but she took him to guide a briefing” Miles says, and you roll your eyes. Sometimes you hated how devoted Jess was. No wonder why Miguel trusted her a lot.

“Oh. That’s okay. We can start without him…” they all nod.

The plan was simple. Your friends decided to have a little gathering at your place. Halloween was around three weeks away. A night with spooky movies (Mayday friendly), pumpkin pie, ghost stories, and more sounded good.

'`We bought pumpkin cheesecake and cinnamon bread pudding’ Miles adds. Your mouth waters at the smell.

“You can place them in the kitchen. Thanks…"Soon Miles and Gwen are making nachos in your kitchen, Pavitr and Hobie are playing over what movie they should pick, and you are playing with Mayday on the carpet of the living room.

“Dude…y/n, can you tell Hobie that The Exorcist isn’t an option to see as a movie with Mayday here?” You laugh, stopping your little hide-and-seek game with the toddler to see the pair of boys.

“I have to agree with Pav. We can see a cartoon though?” Hobie huffs but nods smiling at Mayday trying to walk.

A sudden bang startles you, Pavitr, and the little kid. It came from the kitchen.

“SORRY” Gwen yells. You wonder what the hell they did.

“The olives can almost explode…” the blonde explains, poking through the kitchen door.

Casper is quickly the most-voted movie to see. When Dr. Harvey is giving an interview on TV and Casper watches it, Miles and Gwen appear with two giant nacho bowls.

They sure did an amazing job. At the bottom, tons of chips. Covered in loads of cheese, tomato, onions, beef, jalapeños, black olives, crema, and more cheese.

“I’m gonna need a diet after this…” you say, making them laugh.

“No worries, my aunt makes this fermented tea that will make you stay in shape with your usual exercise” Pav was that emotional friend you were so grateful to have.

“Really? Aww. Thanks, Pav” he nods, taking Mayday to snuggle with her.

The only sounds in the living room are Casper talking with his uncles, the crunch of the nachos, and some farts from Mayday.

An hour later, the movie is done. There are no nachos left, most of the bread pudding is gone and the rain has started. Oh, and Peter was still at the HQ dressed as a pirate.

“So as the little girl walked through the woods, soon she found a hanging man… the corpse was already rotten…” Hobie’s deep voice made his narrowing of a horror story more thrilling.

By that time, nobody had a costume, only pajamas. You hold Mayday tightly to your chest. She can’t understand the story at all, but she can tell it is about something spooky.

“She sat next to the corpse, and placed the flowers she had in his chest.”

“That’s so creepy,” Pavitr admitted, listening to Hobbie.

“The sun was almost gone, and the little girl had to go back home” As your punk friend continued with the story, Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, Mayday and you became sandwiched.

“She continued playing with the rotten fingers of the corpse. And suddenly… a branch cracked, startling her, but she remained still…” you gasped, feeling your heart beating faster.

Even the thunders seemed to have increased, adding more suspense and terror to your dismay.

“She slowly turned back to see.”

BANG!

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Everyone screamed. Even Hobie jumped to be in the safety of Pavitr’s arms.

Peter entered your living room through a portal.

“PETER B. PARKER, WHAT THE FUCK?” You yell at him.

“Don’t curse in front of my baby…” it’s the first thing he says, swiping some stuff from his gizmo.

“Where’s your costume?” Miles asks, making everyone realize the older man is in his suit… No pirate costume.

“Sorry, Miles. Actually, I’m here to ruin the party” Everyone looks at each other. You worry something wrong happened back at the HQ.

“Miguel wants us to go on a mission… Now” the complaints start. Including you.

After almost a year of being part of the Spider Society. You barely talked with Miguel O’Hara. To be honest, you actually thought he disapproved of you. The only reason why he accepted you was for the pressure of having Miles and everyone on his side after the events with The Spot.

“Bruv… Are you for real?” Hobie asks, sounding pissed. Even Mayday seems to frown in your arms.

“I know! I wanted to have some pictures with Mayday for her scrapbook” You swear Peter was about to cry out of complaining.

At the same time, the hologram of Miguel popped, immediately rolled his eyes at the sight of Peter being dramatic.

“Enough of that. We’re losing time and all of you are still dressed like clowns…” you frown.

Sometimes Miguel was so annoying. So, you tested him by disobeying him from time to time. Just because you felt some resentment towards him because he always seemed to dislike you.

“We’re dealing with a violent and big Green Goblin attacking Earth 36363. The time course is in the mid-1600s, so we have to act in disguise. There’s a village that is dealing with some witch trials, and the canon will be disturbed if they find out about the Goblin” everyone hears as they activate their suits.

You, on the other hand, grew worried. Folkloric lands sounded scary. And you knew witch trials weren’t only a show of the villagers to send innocent people to stake. Witches existed, and the old ones were the worst.

“Uh… Miguel? I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go…” you admit shyly, placing Mayday on your couch.

The man, in hologram form, finally turned to look at you. He must’ve been paying attention to your exaggerated makeup and crown.

“Do us a favor and do what you’re supposed to do, please.” you accept he’s looking deeply at you. Which makes you hesitate whether you are growing mad or nervous.

“Why are you so mean to me all the time?”

“I’m not mean. But you are the newest here and the laziest. As your mentor I-“

“Jessica is my mentor.” You interrupt him. Everyone grows quiet, and the tension is evident.

Miguel’s dark eyes seem to get even darker, probably his talons are out. But you don’t care.

“I’m not repeating myself, y/n. So, unless you want your gizmo gone, you’re gonna go to that earth and beat whatever is there besides the goblin.”

“If anything happens. I’m gonna blame you…” Hobie is smiling. He took a preference for you since you weren’t afraid to face Miguel when he tried to impose. And he recalls accepting to rejoin the society because you befriended him.

“Uh-huh…” Miguel shrugs, spitting sarcasm. And it makes your blood boil.

Gwen places a hand on your shoulder, and her eyes tell you to relax. So, you smile at her, accepting you’re obeying Miguel once again, and battling against the nervous feeling setting in your stomach.

“Okay. So… we’re out in a minute” Peter calls, placing his kid in his chest.

“Good. I’m monitoring with Jess…” and with that, Miguel’s hologram vanished. You roll your eyes.

“Asshole. Why doesn’t he go with Jess? He knew it was our free day” Pav, Miles and Hobie nod at your words.

“You said it. Miguel has changed but…” Peter started.

“Peter, he’s still an asshole. Especially with y/n” the blonde girl speaks, and you can’t help but feel slightly emotional. You were good… Why did he dislike you so much?

“He would be better if I was gone. He dislikes me for not being a spider. And probably he recruited me only because of your trust, especially Miles’s. After what happened…” the boy patted your shoulder.

“Hey, screw what Miguel thinks. You’re special… you’re one of us” his words cheer you up, so you smile brightly.

“Oh- I love you all so much…” Their giggles set you in a better mood. Even with the nervousness and dissolving anger.

With a brush of your hand, your usual suit appears, and you join the little circle to wait for Peter to open the portal.

“So… y/n, it’s gonna be fine, we’re sticking together no matter what. Okay, earth 36363, here we go…” you breathe, and once the portal is open, everyone starts walking in.

…

When you’re on the other side of the portal, the first thing you notice is that the sun is nearly gone. It’s a giant landscape of woods. With tall trees, lots of nature, and a river that can be heard but not seen.

“Everyone here?” Miles asks, counting you and the other to confirm to Peter. It was a protocol that when large groups assisted in missions, they had to ensure everyone landed and exited the visited earth safely.

“Yep, four teens, a young woman, an old man, and a stinky baby” Gwen calls, Mayday in her arms.

“Oh no, Mayday. Again?” Peter had been dealing with a stomach-sensitive Mayday, so he had to carry diapers everywhere.

“Here’s your daughter” everyone laughs, including the little girl.

And as Peter changed Mayday, everyone wandered around, searching for clues to the anomaly.

“Miguel said the goblin was hidden in the forest” the man reveals from a giant rock, where Mayday was laying. And certainly, she looked like a gift for a ritual, which unsettled you.

“Look… a baby rabbit” Pavitr cooed. You followed his eyes, landing on the grass trail in front of you.

Indeed, there was a baby rabbit, dark brown looking directly at your friends and you. That wasn’t a normal rabbit.

It was a woman, transformed into a rabbit.

You can’t be nervous. And you use Miguel and his words. you’re gonna go to that earth and beat whatever is there besides the goblin. Your eyes deepen as you look at the rabbit. Like protecting your friends and saying to that witch; back off bitch, these are my friends.

“That’s not a rabbit, Pav. It’s a witch…” you admit once the rabbit starts running into the woods. At the same time, all of your friends look at you confused.

“She was spying on us?” Hobie asks.

“Likely. Which makes me uncomfortable because What if she tells her coven and they attack us?” Peter finally is over with Mayday and soothes you.

“We’re here too. Besides, Aren't you a witch too?” He asks calmly.

“Yeah, but this kind of witches works with dark magic. They don’t fight, they don’t have to. Using dark magic makes them… powerful” you admit.

“And what do you use?” Miles asks.

“My instinct. I’m not ruled by any magic. Just me…”

“That’s enough for us, y/n. Don’t worry” Pavitr joins to soothe you.

It’s officially dark. The woods seem creepier, and every sound makes you uneasy. Your magical sparkles are the only light on the way.

Peter and you are going to the front. With the teens behind. Mayday is asleep. And there’s no sign of the Green Goblin.

Out of nowhere. You start hearing a woman sing in the distance. It wasn’t an actual song, it was just a humming, which made everything scarier.

“Are you hearing that?” You ask once the humming is even clearer.

“Hear what, y/n?” You won’t panic. But it’s getting harder.

“A woman, humming…”

“I can’t hear anything,” Hobie admits.

“They must know I’m here. Usually, they get rid of witches outside of their coven” you add, capturing everyone’s attention.

“How do you know?”

“In the 1600s, that’s how it worked. But I just know it, I felt a connection with the rabbit. But it felt wrong. So, what I’m hearing must be a warning or a way to distract me” You can’t help but curse Miguel. It was all his fault. And the worst part hadn’t started.

A high-pitched laugh was heard, startling everyone.

“Now I heard that,” Pav admits.

“That’s the goblin, we’re getting closer…” Maybe Peter wasn’t afraid of many things, but he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable on that earth. It had a sad and dark atmosphere. And before you, he didn’t believe in witches. But now…

The moment was stroked by some explosions. It sends everyone flying away. But all of your friends had spider senses, which made them slightly aware of what was coming.

You land in the grass, with dry branches pinching you in the arms. There’s a pitch in your ears that makes you so lost. And just as your eyes focus around, you see Miles and Hobie attacking the Green Goblin.

“We have to go, y/n” Pavitr and Peter scream, but you hear them so distantly.

You nod, and however you can, you start chasing the goblin with your friends.

This goblin is ugly and on the verge of being scary. His green wrinkled skin and red eyes look horrible in the dark. His flying board and orange bombs make him look like an actual Halloween villain.

“Block him, y/n” Gwen yells as she balances and swings through the tall trees.

You suddenly remember you can levítate and you have to end the anomaly. So, you do, you float and leave your friends behind. And as you chase the goblin, you hope to throw him away with your magic.

“Keep in line” Peter advises the spiders. The chase is longer than expected. And while you’re not tired, you’re growing impatient. Until you are fast enough to end up landing on the goblin’s flying board.

His claws threaten your face, but you are able to sneak behind him and throw him.

With your magic, you give him a giant punch in his face.

“WE GOT HIM!” Hobie yells. But as soon as you are about to handcuff him, the goblin throws another explosion.

And this time, you’re not knocked.

…

You know you’re conscious, but there’s only darkness. You don’t dare to run because you have a bad omen.

It was a spell. The witches wanted you down.

Not even the sounds of the woods seem to help. But you make an effort to calm yourself and breathe slowly. You really cursed these witches; you had tried hypnosis once and it was so exhausting. And these women hadn’t even shown their faces but were making you so uncomfortable and in panic.

And that’s when you finally see something, a goat. It’s grey, with deep eyes that look at you with so much curiosity. In folklore, the devil usually was a sheep. You really hate being there. Earth 36363 is cursed, you affirm.

The goat starts moving towards you, and as much as you are calmed, you are scared. So you move back, and there must’ve been a branch, cause you fell backwards. And the hypnosis was gone at all. You can see some of the woods, although it’s extremely dark to see clearly.

You push yourself upwards by the elbows, hoping to see the damn witches. You hear a distant laugh, it’s not like the one you heard from the Goblin. It’s a female voice. The dark silhouettes of women in a dress around you make you finally attack.

“Y/N!” You hear Miles screaming at you. That’s enough to end up confused as hell. The woods are clearer, and you are fighting beside your friends.

“What the fuck happened?” You yell. The boy and Hobie make some time to talk to you.

“We’re fighting the Goblin. What do you mean?” You wonder if you had been physically fighting the goblin but mentally you were fighting with a witch.

“I- don’t know” Peter, Pavitr, and Gwen are higher, away from you.

Making a new bomb of the goblin to send you Hobie and Miles even further away. This time, you know you have to be faster. So, you create a shield for you and your friends. Even when you end up on the ground, nobody is hurt.

“WITCH! AYE, A WITCH!” You frowned, and once you and your friends turned back, you were met with a large crowd of people with torches.

“Bloody hell…” Hobie curses. You learn that there were no more woods behind you, it was the entrance of a village.

“GET THAT WITCH!” And before you can even stand, two men are holding you, dragging ypu towards the crowd.

“NO. Y/N!” Pavitr and Hobie try to attack the villagers, but you are mentally immobilizing them.

“GO BACK WITH THE OTHERS AND TAKE DOWN THE GOBLIN. I’LL FIGURE THIS OUT. GO!” You yell desperately as the villagers celebrate and cheer because they got you.

“Oh, boy…” Pavitr worries, but they start going back with the others.

“Call Miguel…” Hobie suggests. And both know it’s the right thing to do.

…

Miguel gave one last bite to his beef and vegetable empanada. He savored the flavor of the broth and wanted to lick his fingers, but he resisted the urge. Instead, he wiped his mouth and returned to his office.

The sound of emergency made him pace faster, and he was confused when Jess was nowhere to be found, nor Lyla.

“Lyla!” He called her, but there was no answer. So, he ran to his desk and the screens.

Emergency call from Gwen’s gizmo.

Miguel sighed; he could already hear the complaints. Always calling for reinforcements when there was no necessity.

“MIGUEL!” Gwen sounded worried, and Peter could be heard fighting with the goblin.

“THIS PLACE IS CURSED. THE GOBLIN IS VERY STRONG. AND Y/N WAS TAKEN BY THE VILLAGERS” Miguel’s eyes widened. He thought it wouldn’t be as bad as it sounded.

“What?” He asked trying to sound calm, but he was feeling regretful already. As he remembered your words and how unsure you were of going.

“We need reinforcements. There are witches, they’re doing everything to finish y/n. You have to go and save her. The villagers will burn her.” Miguel couldn’t help but feel anxious as he listened to the teen.

It had been a long time since he went into panic mode for someone.

“Calm down. I’m coming with help. Send the exact coordinates” With that, he finished the connection.

Jess and Lyla appeared, talking like nothing.

“Where were you two?” Jess shrugs, looking at the wide man annoyed.

“Helping Lyla and Margo. What happened?”

“The mission is going bad. They can’t contain the anomaly and y/n was taken by villagers who saw her using her abilities” he explained, activating his mask and leaving the office in a hurry.

“I’ll send help myself too. Where are you going?” Jess replies.

“I already sent help. I'm going to save y/n.” The woman and the AI looked at the man until he disappeared through a portal.

“Save y/n? I thought he disliked her” Lyla giggles.

“Are you kidding? Y/n is Miguel’s crush. He’s in denial about his feelings for her.” Her jaw dropped at Lyla’s words.

“I wasn’t ready for that punch” Lyla rolled her eyes, finally leaving with the woman to help.

…

Escape? The villagers would hunt you and that would take more weight on your friends already fighting the goblin.

Leave to the HQ? You couldn’t leave your friends behind. Plus, you won’t give Miguel the satisfaction.

It’s a hard decision to make when the villagers are tightening your feet and arms. The curse you and some men spit. You want to attack them, but that would also go against your morals. Their ignorance wasn’t a reason to kill or attack them.

The reverend of the town is a young man, corrupted by power and corruption. He has the torch that would kill you.

“May thy town abolish the dark magic of this witch today. No more witches!” He yells lifting the torch. And you finally panic.

There’s anger, anxiety, and desperation as the reverend speaks. The coven of witches surrounding the town had to be very powerful and ancient. How they easily tricked you and made you feel scared. Soon, you fall and get captured.

But as much as you want to fight, these people are not the correct target.

“Last words? filthy witch.” The Reverend asks you, pointing the torch at you.

You sigh, thinking what your last words in case you didn’t make it and died. There are a lot of questions and doubts, but you opt to look at the dark sky.

Even the stars seem weird on the earth. Green stars and burned violet sky. And Spiderman-2099 with his bright red webs coming from the ceiling of a house.

“MIGUEL?” Your eyes widen, and somehow you can’t believe you’re seeing the man there. The reverend turns around to encounter the tall spider. Pointing at him in horror.

“DEMON! THE WITCH BROUGHT A DEMON!” At that point, you only roll your eyes.

“Jesus, I can’t stand these people” But you ignore when the reverend dropped the torch, setting the fire on your feet.

“Fuck…” you had to gasp. But luckily, Miguel landed on the little wooden stage set for you.

You can feel his eyes on you, even with his mask on. However, his regret is even more evident.

The villagers run and everything is chaos. Only the reverend and some random men stayed.

And with what probably was one of the first rifles in America, one of the men pointed at Miguel’s back.

‘Miguel. Watch out!” He listened and skillfully avoided the bullet. Then turned again to set you free.

“I’ll be fast,” he said. And with that, his talons ripped the tight in your hands. Which confirmed how sharp they were.

“Thanks.” Apparently, the reverend was losing patience, so he took the rifle and pointed it at Miguel again, but he failed again.

And the fire touched your feet, burning your soft skin as Miguel set you free.

Your scream caught everyone off guard. You fell to your knees, and the look you sent to the reverend and his men was enough to tell them you were totally pissed.

The anger flooded your body, and an expansive wave of your magic pushed everything away. Including some of the houses and trees surrounding the village.

“It’s time to go, kid,” Miguel said. But once he saw you couldn’t stand, he took you in his arms.

Even if you hate it, you end up crying because of the pain.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’m here, it’s over now.”

As Miguel took you in his arms, you realized something. It wasn’t only the physical pain. It was the whole trauma of being on that haunted earth.

…

“I wonder if this whole earth is cursed.” You think loudly looking at the stars once again.

“I doubt it. Okay, no. I’m not sure at all” Miguel admits.

He could have been faster with his webs, but he preferred to walk by the fields of chamomile to have you closer for a longer time.

Of course, he couldn’t dare to admit it.

“So…you think you were simultaneously fighting the goblin and the witches?” You nod, playing with your fingers.

“I guess so. It was so weird and scary. This kind of magic is dark, they use cruel things to scare you away.”

“What kind of magic do you use?” You are surprised, as this is the first time you have been talking with Miguel for real.

“I like to believe I don’t use anything. But I know it is chaos magic.”

“Powerful…” he admits.

“But also, dangerous. That’s why I regret…uh-” You suddenly quiet down, forgetting it’s Miguel O’Hara who you’re talking to.

“You don’t have to tell me…” he would never push you to anything. He barely knew you, even with all the confusing feelings.

“No, it’s okay. I-, discovered my abilities when I was an early teenager. I had two brothers, a baby, and a kid. My babies…” As Miguel carries you through the darkness, he sighs quietly, already sensing where your story is going.

“And I don’t what I did, I would never hurt them… It just happened. I disappeared them. They were gone…” your voice shatters slightly.

“My parents hate me. I haven’t seen him since then. I’m alone and I just- I just loved them so much. That it breaks my soul that I unintentionally killed them” the man stops. He places you so gently on a rock near the end of the fields.

After that, he kneels in front of you.

You know you shouldn’t have over-shared. But you don’t know what possessed you to spill everything with Miguel.

His masks disappear. And you can’t describe what kind of look he’s giving you. So, you avoid it.

“Look at me, y/n” his hands grab your chin, and slowly you rejoin to meet his eyes.

“I know how it feels. You know why” Of course you knew. Peter told you the details, but everyone knew. How he lost his daughter and how he blamed and that’s why he had changed so much.

“Even if you feel like that guilt will never stop chasing you. You have to keep going. For them…” you want to cry again so badly, but you refuse. Even your pulsating burned feet seem to hurt less.

“Why do I feel you tell me exactly what you refuse to do?” He can’t help but chuckle.

“Because you’re right…”

“No, Miguel. You’re so young and bright. You have to go out, meet new people, and be happy…” Nobody had said to him something like that in a long time.

“I’m not the most social person” This time you chuckle.

“Oh c’mmon, there must be someone you could hang out with.” He keeps quiet. Even when he's on his knees, you barely face him.

“What about Anya? Betty? Peter J?” You suggest to him some spider mates.

“What about you?” His question shocks you.

“Me?” You blush and thank the moon of the earth for not being too bright that night.

“Forget it. Sorry…” he replies, you know he’s embarrassed. So, you stop him from standing up.

“No, wait, Miguel. I would hang out with you. It’s just I never thought I was even contemplated as an option” he nods.

Just like he didn’t know why he was so careful and decided to talk about his trauma with you, he dint know what had possessed him to ask you out. Probably the witches, he thought.

“Well, you were the first option, actually.”

Both of you smile, and both of you know it. Slowly, he got closer, than you. And finally, inches away from each other face, waiting for a first kiss to happen.

“Are we interrupting?” Hobie’s voice makes you and Miguel turn. His mask comes on again, and he takes you in his arms again. Oh, you want to die out of embarrassment.

Miles and Gwen behind him seemed shocked.

“Did Pavitr and Peter take care of the anomaly?” The trio nods.

“Good. Gwen, open the portal, please” she does, and in seconds, you’re back home.

…

This time, you’re in a long grey tube skirt and black sweater, with a witch hat.

“Coming” again, Peter was late for the gathering. Even Jess, Margo, and Ben were in your place that night.

“Look who I brought…” Peter said smiling once you opened the door. Behind him, Miguel was also there. Your face blushes immediately.

Peter has gone inside your house to greet the others. But you stay on the porch with the taller man.

“You came.” Miguel nods scratching the back of his neck, probably embarrassed too.

“Peter insisted.” This time you nod.

“How’s your feet?”

“Better. I Can walk now…” you share, smiling.

Since the night on Earth 36363, since your almost kiss with Miguel and your almost day of death, you hadn’t seen him. It’s only been three days, but the awkwardness had settled.

“So…Did you mean everything you said the other night?” You ask, opting to break the ice.

“I did” he confirms to your surprise. Well, not surprised at all because you know he's a man of word.

“Te ves bien bonita” Miguel O’Hara saying you look pretty in random clothes and a witch hat at a Halloween gathering was so hard to believe.

“I- Thanks” he’s smiling. During the past three days, he slowly came to accept he had some feelings for you.

“Girl… Make a move already” Gwen yelled poking through the door with Margo. You turn to smile at them.

“Kiss him!” Miles screams from inside the place, with Mayday babbling too.

Miguel chuckles, finding the moment very silly. Especially because he knew you were embarrassed.

With your magic, you closed the door and turned to see Miguel again.

“Do you want to kiss me?” You ask him, shyly.

He rolls his eyes and leans to meet you in a kiss.

From inside the house, through the window, of course, everyone is looking at you and Miguel.

You can’t believe what’s happening. You haven’t even thought about the meaning of Miguel kissing you. You never thought about him in other way than just being your boss. But now, you like the butterflies he’s making you feel.

He has to almost kneel to meet your face and keep kissing you. And you find your way to hug his neck, making your witch hat fall.

“Even their outfits match” Peter points out. You had a black sweater, and Miguel had a grey one. You had a grey skirt, and Miguel had black pants.

“This is so weird…” Jess can’t believe it.

“Yes.” Everyone agrees.

Meanwhile, you were still kissing the man. You could easily end up falling in love with him.

…

Part two is coming.

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emmyrosee · 1 year ago

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doodoo fart pt2! what are we up to AGAIN to break Rin's composure in front of the olympic team? LOL

doodoo fart 🦨 pspspsps

SENT oh god

doodoo fart 🦨 come home 🥺💔

He’s been gone maybe two hours tops.

It’s not like he had intentions to leave you so early, but he had no choice! It was boys night, and while he’d fully expected to drive himself to the bar, Komori and Aran pulled up almost two hours early to grab him.

Kidnapping, as you’d so eloquently put it.

And for the first few hours, you’d left him be. He felt relaxed knowing you were probably doing your own thing, barely thinking about him.

Until now, of course.

SENT baby I’ll be home soon, okay

You can be good for me, yeah?

doodoo fart 🦨 no :(

SENT damn near saw that coming

doodoo fart 🦨 bro i know right

why would you even ask tf

He chuckles before he sends one more assurance that he’d be coming home soon, but it takes merely four minutes after that for his phone to start buzzing in his pocket.

doodoo fart 🦨 is calling…

“Sorry guys; boss of me is calling,” he says dramatically, turning his head slightly to pick up the phone.

“Hey stink.”

“HI BABY!” You cheer happily on the other end, and he chuckles in the receiver. “What you doin?”

“I’m with the boys, booger,” he says softly, smiling at your excitement. “About to wrap up dinner, you want me to get you anything?”

“You,” You whine, and he sighs in defeat. “I mith you…”

Shit. Baby voices. You dirty rat.

He swallows back a snicker, “I’ll be home soon. I promise.”

“Nnngh, I miss you!” You repeat, more dramatic than the last time. His eye twitches. He knows what you want, and he hates you for it.

“I can’t do that,” he groans lowly, turning his head away. “I’m out. In public!”

“Mmm! Bubby!! I miss you!” You whine, and there’s an absolute conflict in his head right now. “Miss your face, and I miss your nose, and I wanna bite your fingers… wanna sniff your hair, wanna live in your skin.”

Because yeah, okay, he could absolutely say no and hang up the phone. But he’s not going to, because clearly you’re getting his attention and a reaction you wanted and your persistence is admirable, at best.

“I love you too, baby-“

“Nnng LOUDER!”

He sighs in defeat at your adorable- albeit heartless- pestering, all the while he feels his teammates eyes boring into the back of his head; he lowers his voice enough for the other restaurant patrons, but there’s no escaping the judgement of his teammates.

“I mith you too, baby!” He coos back, and you giggle happily on the other end. The surrounding table goes completely silent, and he can feel the multiple pairs of eyes boring into the back and side of his head. “I gotta go.”

“Okay,” you say, and he can hear the pout over the phone.

“Okay- I love you, I love you! I love you.”

“I wuv you too.”

“See you soon, baby.”

“Okay… bye Rinnie.”

“Buh-bye.”

He clicks the red hangup button. Then, he screws his eyes shut before he slowly turns to the booth of athletes, who are absolutely silent and looking at him with cocked, confused brows.

“What’re you looking at?” He snaps, and no one says anything before Sakusa clears his throat.

“Nothing… but we sure did mith you, Rinnie.”

The rest of the team absolutely explodes in laughter, all in jest and no real judgement, and Rintaro can’t fight the smile as he hangs in his head in faux shame, his cheeks hot and face burying in his hands.

“I’m gonna break up with them. Swear to god,” he grumbles from behind his hands.

Aran claps him on the back, “tell that to the fat rock in your drawer.”

based on this video bc I’m unoriginal and Michelle and Andy are my parents

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onceuponapuffin · 6 months ago

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Fanatic Intervention Part 12!!!

This post features the way I think renting cars works. I'm very sure it doesn't actually work this way, and I could have researched it, but the image is in my head and I thought it was funny having cars on shelves with little description tags like some kind of Automobile Costco Warehouse.

Also, I'm gonna link my playlist because I feel like you all might be interested to see the list of songs I'm working from lol.

Fun fact, the playlist used to be called List of Holding and was meant to be a small collection of songs that I wanted to hear REALLY often. But, um...well, I've since had to change the name :P

This is All Good Omens Now Who Am I Kidding

And yes, I'm very VERY picky about my Queen songs.

OKAY here we go.

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In the end, it was surprisingly easy to find a rental company willing to loan you all a car (considering that three out of the four of you have no identification, documents, credit score, valid driver’s licenses, etc.). Deciding on a car, on the other hand, was a bit more complicated.

“I don’t understand why I can’t just miracle the Bentley over,” Crowley whines as the four of you wander the aisles of cars.

“Well for starters, the steering wheel is on the wrong side,” Anathema reasons.

“The wheel’s not on the wrong side! All of these have steering wheels on the wrong side! They drive on the wrong side of the road here too! Americans!” He shoves his hands in his pockets, practically spitting the last word like it’s some kind of curse. Anathema raises an eyebrow at him, but otherwise says nothing.

“Ooh!” Aziraphale calls from further ahead, “Look at this one! The description says that it’s very good for the environment. I mean, aesthetically speaking it isn’t anything extraordinary, but I do like all of these things written on the tag.”

“What kind of car is it?” Anathema asks.

“I believe it says it’s a...Tesla?”

You snort a laugh. “I am NOT getting into one of those things,” You say between giggles.

“Why not?” Aziraphale’s confusion is genuine – you can see it in his face.

“Well,” You begin counting on your fingers, “It farts, it can see ghosts, and it may or may not explode while we’re in it, SO!” You see Crowley’s face light up.

“Sounds like my kind of car!” He says, making his way towards the car that Aziraphale is inspecting.

“No,” Anathema sounds like she’s talking to a child. Or maybe a dog. “No, we are not riding in a Tesla. I’m with you on this one,” she says in your direction.

“I have a suggestion,” You pipe up, raising your hand.

“Oh-ho!” Crowley calls. He leaned slightly to the left, and took off between the aisles. All three of you have to jog to keep up with him. He’s stopped in front of an enormous Hummer. “Now THIS is a CAR!”

Anathema is shaking her head.

“No, wait, listen, I have it,” You say, and everyone turns to look at you expectantly. “It’s the only logical option here. It fits the vintage vibe that you two like, and it’s the most reliable car I know of aside from Bentley.”

“Well go on,” encourages Anathema, “Don’t keep us in suspense.”

“What we need is a 1967 Chevy Impala!”

And THAT, dear Reader, is how you find out that none of them have seen Supernatural. Or heard of it, even. Criminal, really. You resolve to make them watch it next chance you get. In the end, Anathema suggests a very practical SUV and well, you’ve all learned not to argue with her by now.

Honestly the woman needs a cake for putting up with the three of you.

Also, as it turns out, one of the perks of having a current car model is that you can sync up your playlist to the bluetooth. So guess who ends up in charge of the music.

“And THIS one,” You say, flicking through your playlist, “Is a song that was suggested for the Season 3 playlist by Neil Gaiman himself!” And you press play on The Book of Love. And you watch their faces. You want to see their reaction when it gets to the part about wedding rings.

“Are all of your songs for us love songs?” Aziraphale asks. He stopped complaining about your taste in music an hour ago. Crowley is driving, and Anathema has been zoned out for a while now.

“Uuuummm, the ones that aren’t breakup songs you mean? Pretty much yeah.”

Crowley groans.

“Except for like, Queen and Hozier.”

Crowley groans again.

“I thought you liked Queen,” You are shocked and alarmed. Crowley rolls his whole head (probably because you wouldn’t see him roll his eyes behind his sunglasses).

“Go on then,” he says, “Which Queen songs do you have on that playlist of yours?” He glares at you through the rearview mirror. Suddenly, you hesitate.

“Um...Somebody to Love, and Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy,” You finish meekly. Crowley nearly crashes the car. Whether it was on purpose or not doesn’t matter. Anathema takes the wheel and he gets demoted to the back seat. Next to you. As a peace offering, you hand him your phone with your spotify open, and let him take charge of the music. You feel that you might not survive the ride otherwise.

Google Maps pegs the estimated driving time from NYC to New Orleans at 19 hours. Splitting the driving between a demon and a responsible human woman, the four of you manage a respectable 12 hours including a number of breaks to: use the washroom, get coffee, get food, look at the view, poke around a used bookshop, pick some apples, eat the apples, and buy some fudge. Crowley refuses to admit that he may or may not have stopped time once or twice, and Aziraphale refuses to account for your sudden bursts of energy from time to time (conveniently and suspiciously whenever there was a stop he was interested in).

So, having made excellent time, all four of you arrive in New Orleans. Crowley is back at the wheel now, and he pulls the car into the parking lot of The Ritz. Because of course it’s The Ritz again. Anathema doesn’t even comment this time. You figure she was probably expecting it. Learning fast, that one. You check in, and aren’t all that surprised to find that you’ve been booked into the fanciest suite in the place once again. According to the pamphlet at the front desk, this suite is supposed to only be two rooms, but when you arrive, you find that it actually contains 3. Why? Supernatural beings who influence their surroundings.

“You really do have some expensive taste,” You say casually to Aziraphale as you place your bag on the floor.

“It was Crowley who booked this one,” the angel replies, inspecting the knick-knacks on a shelf to his left.

“Crowley? Trying to impress you, no doubt.”

“Pft!” Comes Crowley’s response from behind you, “Right, and not at all because to get up here you need a special passkey, which keeps unexpected guests few, far between, and easy to notice.” He gives you a pointed look over his sunglasses. “We’ve been lucky so far that we’ve been left alone since Heathrow. But don’t think for a minute that he won’t be back.”

“That’s...fair.” You pause and think for a minute. “Then we should probably limit going out too. Unless we really need to.”

“That would be best, yes,” Anathema agrees, “But please, leave the hotel staff alone.”

Well, honestly she could only expect that request to go so far once Aziraphale found the room service menu.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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gorogues · 2 months ago

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Fictober 2024

Prompt number #1 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: G – General audiences Warnings: None Notes: A continuation of last year's fic.

Day One: “That was good work”

Axel squinted and concentrated, focusing intently on the ticking mechanism in front of him. He guided his tweezers toward one of the small red wires.

“The blue wire,” Roscoe said calmly from behind him, and the kid turned around to give him a suspicious look.

“How do I know you aren’t saying that to get me to explode?”

“Because I would be caught in the explosion too, you benighted little hellion. Concentrate!”

Axel returned his attention to the device, carefully manipulating the single blue wire until it lightly touched the connector on the green one. The bomb in front of him immediately powered down, now completely inactive.

“I did it!” Axel enthused, jumping to his feet in proud celebration. “Built, armed, and defused! Take that, James Jesse! Won’t teach me bomb-making, will you?!”

“Good work,” Roscoe nodded approvingly, and suddenly Axel looked shocked and even more pleased.

“Did you -- Roscoe Dillon, AKA the terrible Top -- just say I did good??”

“Do not get too full of yourself. Sloppy craftsmanship and technique deserve to be excoriated, while genuine skill should be acknowledged to guide the student in the right direction. You’re still learning, you are not a master bomb-maker yet.”

“I heard a ‘yet’ in there, so I’m gonna take that as proof I’m doing great! Hey, do you think I could build a huge fart bomb and totally ruin the Flash’s day?”

Roscoe frowned thoughtfully. “Maybe leave that for a time when you have more experience…you don’t want to advertise your new skillset or be thrown in prison while still perfecting your craft, after all. How about practicing closer to home? For example, perhaps first try it on Cold.”

“Great plan! He’s never gonna know what hit him!” Axel grinned, running off to his room for project supplies, including his high-grade custom-mixed stink spray.

“Yes, that was the idea,” Roscoe said to himself with a slight smile after the kid left the room. Time to return to his book, drink some coffee, and await the inevitable stench of pure chaos.

#fictober24 #the Trickster #the Top #Axel #fanfic

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waitineedaname · 1 month ago

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I think the first time I cried watching mp100 was the scene at the end of the broccoli arc where dimple waves at mob omg I’m tearing up now thinking about it. Why does a little green guy make me so emotional??? Season 3 goes hard.

this ask got me to rewatch that scene and man im gonna cry about it all over again. fuck. dimple loves that kid so much?? he's so proud of him???? im gonna explode. the way mob keeps looking back too 😭 i can't believe some of the best character development is the goddamn green fart cloud that's introduced as a minor villain

#asks #anonymous #when i get to the divine tree arc in my rewatch i am going to be reduced to atoms #im seriously gonna lose it

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Okay your jock turns competitive eater fic has me imagining like, Jock Derek who pisses off his teammates and they decide to punish him by fattening him up…but maybe they go a little too far.

The 2 clear options- 1) ops- unrealistic weight gain now he’s too fat to leave the locker rooms and someone is gonna notice or 2) now we have a slobby jock on our hands making our team lose bc it’s distracting

Either way…I think Derek makes a proud mascot for the the Fighting Hogs

1) the entire team pins Derek down in the locker room and all decide- it’s the holiday. Derek told his family he was staying at school, no one is going to look for him. So every day over the summer, the members of the team come in and start feeding him.

Doesn’t take too long before Derek has accepted he can’t get out and seems to relish his job as the new team pig. Starts from having to push the door in his face to Derek eagerly opening his mouth and eating whatever is near.

“M-more!” Derek burps.

“We wanted to teach him a lesson! He’s enjoying it too much.”

They go from burgers and junk food to pouring weight gain shakes down his throat- even laugh and start holding out entire sticks of butter for him to eat.

Derek eats it all without complaining, tied to the bench in the locker room his belly has started to swell to his knees. “I-I’m shtill ...*nff*... hungry!”

One day they forget- leave the pump forcing shake into him running for 2 days on end.

They come back and Derek has broken the bench, ass now the width of the bench, belly resting on his knees. Derek looks like he’s a state of immense pleasure and groans when they take the tube out of his mouth.

“I ...*blurrrRPPP*... wasn’t ...*pruurRPP*... l d-done ...*burrRRPP*...

Takes the entire team to haul Derek to his feet but they have nowhere to carry him…and how do they explain they pumped their teammate with so many calories all summer he turned into a blob of lard?

So they keep him in the locker room and keep feeding him, Derek’s stomach growling can be heard in the gym if he’s not kept at “ready to burst” levels of full at all time. Even with the entire team/ it becomes their punishment, having to keep Derek fed

(Eventually, the coach comes back after the summer and opens the door to the locker room and is knocked back by part if Derek’s belly exploding out it…)

2) The team know Derek has an ego- so they start bragging and betting “you can’t eat all that!” And soon beer chugging in the locker room and “finishing these dozen tacos or this party size pizza or this bag of burgers” Become the norm.

Before long Jock Derek is ruined- his team keeps him drunk and stuffed all day, he can’t stop the burps that escape his lips or the explosive farts from his other end. He still tries to work out- but never lasts long and the team always makes sure he chugs enough shakes to make up for lost calories.

He gets too lazy to shower after practice or a game….

Their end of season game they announce the team and Derek comes waddling on the field, uniform pants split open and only hanging on by. Thread around the waistband, uniform jersey so sweat stained and food covered it looks like a different color entirely- rising up like a sports bra over his belly.

Derek sits on the bench stuffing himself with chili cheese dogs, gassy as anything as his team sits further and further away. He goes in the game for 2 minutes- is already sweating uo a storm trying to get into the field.

The team loses. Dejected…they go back into the lockers rooms and take out the stress by pouring beer into Derek until he looks like a tick ready to pop.

“D-Did ...*BRRRPPpp*... ...*frPPp*... we ...*Buuuuuuaaaep*... win?”

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banaroo · 1 year ago

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Most of my latest ttcc battles

Pig named Fumbled The Wumbled: do we have toon up

Deer named Dorito Lover Squarepantsington and me: Yes

Dorito Lover Squarepantsington: ok I’m nearly out you’re gonna have to do it

Bat named Gloopy McGiggleShart: im zapless

Me: Ok I got this

(More cogs strolling in)

(My hands get really sweaty and my vision gets blurry for no reason)

(Timer ticking)

Cat named Sergeant ItchyBalles: i need toon up too and can you zap the soaked cogs

Me: Ye;s

(In a fit of disassociation I pick zap first instead of the toon up)

(I don't realize until the turn starts)

Sergeant ItchyBalles: bro

Me: I am so sorry *splashes my slef in cold water in the game and in real life*

Gloopy McGiggleShart: Owww oowww *getting hit* please *Crying speedchat emote*

Head Hunter using Re-Org on my head: the sound of it snapping and breaking and getting put back and snapped again makes me estatic ntohing is better than this

Swindlers being turned to ashes: Brop broppbbrr broP Brop brpo? *explods*

Fumbled the Wumbled: I think we still have a chance

Dorito Lover Squarepantsington: do we have toon unites

Sergeant ItchyBalles: You there do you have toon unites

Me: No is that bad

Sergeant ItchyBalles: bro you literally try so hard at tyhe game

Me: Im so sorry *dunking my head in acid again*

Sergeant ItchyBalles: you have doomed us all

Fumbled the Wumbled: guys its fine i can carry

(timer is almost out)

Me shaking and trying to remember where i am: Im sos sorry *toon ups Sergeant ItchyBalles*

Sergeant ItchyBalles: you can toon me up all you want but can you toon up your failing relationship?

Me:Ijm so sorry

Gloopy McGiggleShart: *uses toon up on me*

Me: Oug im sorry i didnt see You had lower health than Sergeant ItchyBalles

Gloopy McGiggleShart: *chainsaw consultant sticker*

(Battle plays out)

Dorito Lover Squarepantsington: goodbye forever

Me: why *greens*

(Sent back to the playground im desperately trying to remember which street it was on i go on the wrong one then come back)

Sergeant ItchyBalles: why did you take the time to full heal youre Never supposed to do that.................

Me scared because i am Stuopid: it was myj internet

Dorito Lover Squarepantsington: wont fault you on that

Gloopy McGiggleShart: they could be lying to us *shivering*

Dorito Lover Squarepantsington: yaaaa man Gloopy is right

Me: im so sorry

Fumbled the Wumbled: guys chill although i wouldnt say to not eliminate the possibility that they lied and just wanted to full heal

Me: is there anytihng i can do

(other toons are silent and scared and pciking which cake to throw at the flunky)

Sergeant ItchyBalles: You are so worthless iu bet nobody showed up to your first birthday because ypu were one years old and stuipoid all you did was fart did you know when i was born the president shook my hand because i was just that good at everything becaus e i was born able to talk and use a calculator on a plane with my tiny intelligent infant fingers because they were smarter than all you combined have ypu ever played this game ever? disney is gay for letting their game become woke with their sensitive playerbase

Me with sweat going through ym shirt: Ok i might have a plan

Sergeant ItchyBalles: do you? in the nicest way possible you are so damn ugly it makes me sick

Dorito Lover Squarepantsington: guuys

toon named butthole who was watching this unfold:

(Entire team is wiped out)

street manager we forgot to even attack: You toons crack me up!

Me: Ough

Fumbled the Wumbled: well

Gloopy McGiggleShart: Were we just created to do this forevver

Dorito Lover Squarepantsington: buuuhhhhLmaooooo

sagrent: itchyballes

#ttcc

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jungle-angel · 2 years ago

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Mythology/Magic Prompts

Alright guys I’m planning on switching things up just a little bit. I know I’ve done alot of domestic stuff (honestly I love it though) but I’d love to get into one of my favorite writing genres of all time. Currently taking requests for Top Gun Maverick, Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Salem’s Lot, Catch 22 (Hulu) and Press Play.

1. What magic speaks to them?

2. Pick your poison

3. “Is the cauldron supposed to be smoking like that?”

4. Herbs/herbal medicine/witch’s garden

5. Critters in the woods

6. Will o’the’wisps

7. Here dwell the Fae

8. The Spirit World/Astral Planes

9. Elemental magic

10. What’s their familiar?

11. Bending the elements

12. Deep in the meadow

13. “Make sure you leave a piece of bread near the stove”

14. Crystal gazing

15. “You didn’t tell me that the herd was magical”

16. “You can talk to animals?”

17. Raindance

18. Healing magic

19. Lights in the dark

20. Swamp magic

21. “This book is older than dirt, but just as good”

22. “I tried to do a water spell and ended up making the toilets explode”

23. “Fire spells are not for lighting your own farts on fire!!!!”

24. Their s.o being a kitchen witch

25. Sea magic

26. Forest magic

27. The Tarot

28. Deciphering runes or ancient scripts

29. Magizoology

30. “This place is like something out of a Stephen King novel”

31. Their favorite gods/goddesses

32. Oracle bones

33. The cottage at the edge of the woods

34. “You’re a funny little trickster, you know that?”

35. Their favorite dragons/mythical creatures

36. Little dream dragons that snuggle with their little ones

37. Magical hideaway

38. Using music to practice their magic

39. “She’s like a little dryad”

40. “Just be careful, they spook easily”

41. “They’re actually very gentle....but horribly misunderstood”

42. “You found a time turner in your mother’s trunk?”

43. “Your best friend is part of a werewolf pack?”

44. A book of fairy tales that comes to life when they read

45. Drawings that come to life

46. Healing magic that comes from sex (SMUT)

47. Voodoo magic

48. “You’re not gonna turn me into a frog are you?”

49. Shaman/teacher

50. “I didn’t know I could do that!!!!”

#top gun maverick #outer range #bad times at the el royale #salem's lot #catch 22 hulu #press play #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #miles miller #rhett abbott #major major #ben mears #harrison knott

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[ LUXIEM 1ST ANNIVERSARY ] PART 2

In honor of Luxiem’s first anniversary, this is a sentence starter from this Vox Akuma VOD where they reminisce about old phrases they all have said in a game format. I’m taking both the phrases discussed specifically as well as other funny quips said during the stream. Content warning for mild language. Feel free to change pronouns if necessary.

“He’s preparing a feast for the eyes.”

“I just honk–”

“I turn into xQc when I’m drunk…”

“I just want a tiebreaker.”

“Farting in the Houses of Parliament should be allowed.”

“I’ve never heard this person say it but I know who it is.”

“I need to mega brain this.”

“I wanna give him an extra point just for that!!”

“He got style points.”

“Get in that chair, boy. I’m gonna start twerking.”

“It is a collab.”

“I’M TAKING THE BAIT!!!”

“All of the wise cracks and everything, [name] is giving us none of that because his raw concentration goes into his art.”

“Some letters are just impossible to draw with a mouse.”

“I keep on getting jebaited.”

“Half a sus.”

“Man, I hate being the host. I can’t draw amoguses.”

“Maybe I’ll treat you like my homework, slam you on the desk and do you all night.”

“How do you keep coming up with thess elaborate art pieces??”

“I think he’d make a great fun uncle one day.”

“Everyone knows about this. I regret it. I blame Hetalia and Tumblr. Let’s move on.”

“You may not repent for your sins. The internet is forever.”

“I definitely didn’t come up with this.”

“The slow fade in… Of the monkey…”

“I’m just a stupid boy and I’m learning.”

“I need the originator.”

“I don’t know if [name] is thinking or drawing or both at the same time.”

“I love that this implies he can’t do both.”

“He’s commissioning somebody to draw this for him.”

“There’s no way I could come up with something that hilarious on the fly.”

“Much to my dismay, I am cockless.”

“I had to restart my whole canvas. It was lagging.”

“This man is acting as though paint has layers.”

“This man needs to put his ambitions aside for the good of the game.”

“Oh yes, papi, skin me!”

“What does papi even mean??”

“It’s their equivalent of the word Daddy.”

“If this is me, I’m going to eat my own toes.”

“We pronounce it in the most dumb way you can imagine.”

“I reverted back to… My mind.”

“We gotta express ourselves through paint.”

“What we’re witnessing right now is [name]’s schizophrenia zone.”

“Wait— This is not what the Tactical Nuke icon looks like.”

“Is that a chair or is that a toilet??”

“If Santa isn’t real, who fucked my wife??”

“Aren’t you scared of some guy coming in your house??”

“No, because he was getting me a Nintendo.”

“He never gave me a loving family.”

“Do you need to have a conversation with somebody?? Are you ok??”

“I keep screaming but God won’t answer.”

“This sounds like Grade A dodging the question.”

“I mean, no one dodges better than [name].”

“I gotta fix my work real quick.”

“I literally found out recently why you can’t see Santa Claus.”

“He knows when you’re awake.”

“Is that your thought process??”

“Booba booba booba.”

“He’s forgetting his own history.”

“Burning hotter than YOUR MOM.”

“Is this a bait??”

“It’s always guys from Birmingham.”

“He’s very delicately flicking [name]’s hair.”

“It makes sense number-wise but in practicality not so much.”

“I mate sometimes. I’ll mate you.”

“OOOOOOH I thought it was talking about chess.”

“I’VE NEVER SEEN IT IN ENGLISH.”

“Lick me and let me explode inside your mouth.”

“I panicked and I gave you guys the answer.”

“READING A LINE FROM A GAME ISN’T MY QUOTE.”

“My people have a saying… Live laugh love.”

“Live laugh ligma.”

“You’re not doing the Krabby Patty thing.”

“WE’RE FROZEN!! THEY CAN’T SEE HOW DISAPPOINTED I AM!!”

“I’m so glad that I destroyed [name]’s mood.”

#★ mod james.#★ our memes.#sentence starters #ask meme #rp meme #youtube memes #vtuber memes

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banannabethchase · 1 year ago

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Set the World Alight: Chapter 14 - also on AO3

It's time for the cheerleader's Spring Show, and Nick is less excited for the routines and more so excited for the sitting near Adam.

Warning: Obscure, quick reference to the ending of the (somehow) children's novel Stone Fox, which is weirdly popular to teach with old white women and also super racist. Spoilers for Stone Fox, if anyone cares, but the concern in question is that dog dies in a rather sad way at the end of the race. Skip the line "Adam throws his head back, cackling" if you'd like to skip over that detail.

Saturday, March 15th

Nick

“Go away.”

“You don’t have to come.”

Nick opens an eye to see Matt, already wide awake and chipper, standing over his bed. “Oh, god.”

“Do you still want to come?” Matt asks. She looks hesitant. Damn it.

“Yes, I still want to go,” Nick says. He’s not sure he won’t regret this a few hours from now, after two hours in the car and six hours of cheer and dance competitions waiting for Matt’s team.

“Okay because, like, I gave you some extra time to sleep, because I know you’re tired, but we have to leave in fifteen minutes to get there in time.”

Nick groans, flopping back on his pillow. “How are you both considerate and the worst at the same time?”

Matt shrugs. “It’s a gift. Come on, Nicky.”

Nick drags himself out of bed, thankful he showered the night before, and is grabbing a Monster from the fridge by the time Matt is dancing uncomfortably in the doorway.

“Are you ready?”

“Oh, my god, calm down,” Nick says. “You’re not gonna miss the bus.”

“I could!” Matt says. Now she’s pouting. Great. “It’s my last ever Spring Show competition, Nicky.”

He nods, yawning. “I’m good. Let’s go.”

Matt doesn’t stop talking the whole drive there, gesturing wildly with the hand not on the steering wheel the entire time. “And then, if I twist my ankle again, I could cost the whole team!”

It’s somehow giving Nick driving anxiety when he’s not even behind the wheel. It feels unfair.

“I think you’re going to be okay, Matt,” Nick says, gripping the ledge on the door with the force of a thousand vices. “That rough ankle landing was just a fluke. It’ll be totally fine today.”

Matt nods, pulling into the school parking lot. “Okay. Yeah. I’m gonna be okay.” She exhales. “Do I look okay?”

“I – what? Yes. Calm down.”

“I am calm.” Matt pulls into a parking spot as crooked as humanly possible.

Nick’s quite for a second, willing himself not to be that guy.

“I’m going to straighten out.”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

Nick is forced to stand next to Adam while Matt and Mox, and Britt and Jamie, for that matter, make out while the rest of the team make their way onto the bus.

“This feels unfair,” Adam says, sighing. “When is it gonna end?”

“Hopefully soon,” Nick mutters. He tries not to think about how close he is to Adam. How easy it would be for him to turn and kiss him, too. “Was I this bad with Jude?”

Adam laughs. Nick – Nick doesn’t quite miss the way that Adam’s face goes a little pink at that. “Not really. But it was miserable for different reasons.” He glances over at Nick, like he’s trying to say something else.

“Yeah,” Nick says, sighing. He folds his arms over his chest, suddenly very lonely. “Yeah, he. He, um.” He does the only thing he can think of to make the moment less awful. He makes a fart noise.

Adam throws his head back, cackling. “Remember when we got to the end of Stone Fox in third grade and you just, like, got so overwhelmed you ripped a loud one? Right as the dog’s heart exploded?”

Nick groans. “Would you stop bringing that up every time you hear somebody fart?”

“I feel like this is on you, at least this time.” Adam bumps his shoulder.

Eventually, the couples dislodge from each other’s faces, and Mox and Jamie turn back to Nick and Adam

“You have glitter all over your faces,” Nick says.

Jamie and Mox both reach up to brush their faces off.

Adam volunteers to drive, which Nick doesn’t want to admit gives him immeasurable relief, and they pile into his truck like it’s a clown car.

“Do I gotta sit back here?” Mox asks, frowning as his leg does, actually, get stuck in by the door. “I don’t fit.”

“Come on, Nicky, get behind Adam,” Jamie says, grabbing Nick by the collar of his jacket and pulling him back. “You can sit in the backseat with me.”

Nick goes along with it, because arguing with Jamie seems like a terrible idea, and slides into the seat behind Adam.

“Sorry it’s messy,” Adam mumbles. It’s not, Nick thinks. At least, not as messy as he’s seen it before. “We just got a hay delivery and that shit gets everywhere.”

“Nah, you’re good, man,” Mox says, making himself comfortable. “Matt left a pair of underwear in my car the other day and my mom opened the door and they fell out, so it can’t be worse than that.”

The truck goes silent.

“I mean,” Mox says, frozen, “a pair of…sunglasses?”

“I would love it,” Nick says, as carefully as possible, “if you would never say anything like that around me ever again.”

“What?” Jamie asks, and, oh no, Nick knows that smile. Nick is afraid of that smile. “You don’t want to think about how Mox rails your sister in his truck?”

“I don’t rail – we haven’t – they were extras!” Mox yells. “We haven’t even - not -"

“Please stop,” Adam says, sounding a little hysterical. “That is not a mental image I want of my best friend." He clears his throat. "Well, not Matt, at least."

“What?” Mox asks, unfreezing to give Adam a befuddled look.

“This is me, not talking anymore,” Adam says. “Here. I have a Spotify playlist. Mock me for my music tastes.”

The first song that comes out is some country song that starts off with a familiar Adam twang, which Nick is half able to process through the blue screen and static his brain is going through, but then the lyrics are…strange.

“Did – did he just sing the line, ‘dicked down in Dallas’?” Jamie asks, leaning forward.

“Put on a damned seat belt,” Adam snaps. “But, yes.”

“Cowboy, what the fuck is this?” Mox asks. “And why is it so catchy?”

They’re all singing along with the chorus by the time they restart the song, Jamie putting on the kind of country accent even a toddler would clock as bad.

The first half hour is the four of them arguing over the lyrics and Nick insisting on arm dance moves to represent all of the various sex acts, and, by the time they take the exit, they’ve developed a list of all the places and ways to fuck in the capitals of nearly all 50 states.”

“What about Concord?” Mox asks. “What do we have left?”

Nick scrolls his notes app. “Comeshots in Concord?”

Jamie does a little chef’s kiss. “I think that’s fair, since we gave cunnilingus to Carson City.” She gets an almost wistful look. "I should go there with Britt."

“Comeshots is probably all there is to do up in New Hampshire,” Mox muses. “What do they have up there? Trees? Maple syrup?”

“Apparently a decent skiing scene,” Nick says, scrolling the article. “They have polar caves.”

“We are going to a cheerleading competition, not New Hampshire,” Adam says. “But polar caves seem kind of cool.” He slows to a stop. “Oh, fuck. Detour.”

Nick’s ready to feel anxious, to get that back seat of a car where the driver is in distress anxiety that always hits when Matt’s got to drive through a construction zone. But that’s not what happens.

Adam, with the assistance of Mox on the GPS, expertly navigates the car through the construction zone, the two of them chatting like they’ve always had a relationship like this.

“If you finally ask out Adam, they can be brothers in law,” Jamie whispers into Nick’s ear.

He pokes her in the arm. “No! Shut up!”

“I’m just saying!”

Mox turns around. “Do I need to come back there, you two?”

“You’re not my dad,” Jamie says, sticking her tongue out.

Mox rolls his eyes.

Adam navigates them seamlessly to the giant high school outdoor arena where the competition will be held, the place already filled.

“So much for parking,” Adam says, pulling into a space that’s at least a quarter mile away from the stadium. “Jesus, are you two dating, like Olympians or something?”

“May as well be, with the way Matt can –”

“Stop it!” Nick half shrieks. “No! No more of that!”

“Sorry,” Mox says, grinning. “It’ll never happen again.”

“I don’t even a little bit believe you.”

Nick’s glad he wore his broken in sneakers for this, because it feels like they’ve walked five miles with the amount of times they’d had to double back to find the place where the team is set to get ready.

“Jamie, go see if you can get in there,” Mox says. “You’re a girl. They’ll let you in.”

Jamie scoffs. “Really? Just because I’m a girl, they’ll let me in to the cheerleading room?”

“Well, yeah,” Adam says. “It says women’s locker room. I don’t think he’s being sexist here.”

Jamie looks closer. “Oh! Right. Maybe I can add another locker room to my list with Britt.”

“Why do I always have to hear these things,” Nick half whines. “Adam, make them stop with the sex jokes.”

“This is getting you back for that time you told me all the gory details of touching Candice’s boobs for the first time.” Adam looks annoyingly smug. “Now you know how I felt.”

“Okay, you’re gay, not her brother,” Nick grumbles. “Boobs aren’t that scary.”

“They’re great,” Jamie says. “Hopefully about to feel my two favorite boobs up. I’ll send Matt out if I see her.”

Jamie swaggers into the room like she owns the entire building, and Nick sighs.

“Think she knows she could take over the world and most people would thank her for it?” Adam asks. “She’s somehow both cool and terrifying.”

“I’d vote for her,” Mox says. “But probably as dictator.”

“You don’t vote for a dictator, idiot,” Nick laughs.

“That’s how good she is,” Mox says, unfazed. “I’d vote for her. As an all-powerful overlord.”

They discuss the merits of different all-powerful overlords in media while they wait, and Matt skips out a few minutes later.

“Hey!” she says, half diving into Mox’s waiting arms. “Hi. You needed me?”

“Just wanted to wish you good luck, baby,” Mox says, kissing the top of her head. “Ew, what the hell. Your hair chemicals are stinging my lips.”

“It’s the gel,” Matt says, and, when she knocks on her hair, Nick swears he hears it clunking. “They take off points if our hair is out of place or isn’t matching the others with the style, so we just plaster on hair gel and pray to the cheerleading gods that it stays.”

“That sounds terrible,” Adam says. His hand goes to his hair patting the little bun he always ties it into. “I can barely handle this.”

“Well, that’s why you’re a farmer and not a cheerleader,” Matt says. She twirls the end of her ponytail around her finger, then freezes. “I gotta stop doing that.”

“You’re fine, Matty,” Mox says, kissing her on the forehead. “Your hair looks great, you’re gonna do great, it’s gonna be great.”

She lights up. “Hey! I’m a good luck kiss for all of you.” She pats her cheek. “Good luck kisses. Come on, boys. Watch the makeup.”

“Do I have to?”

Matt glares at him, hands on her hips. “Yes, Nicky, you do. Come on.”

Mox kisses her cheek then her lips with a lot more enthusiasm than Nick would ever want to see, then Adam presses a gentle little press to her cheek.

She stomps in front of Nick. “Come on.”

“This is not an attitude I generally experience from people asking for a kiss,” Nick mumbles.

She clears her throat. “Nicholas.”

“Jeez, fine.” He leans in and kisses her cheek. “Good luck or whatever.”

“Thanks!”

Matt squeezes Mox’s hand and then makes her way back to the locker room.

“She’s going to do that before every competition from now on, isn’t she?” Adam asks, rubbing at his lips. “What is that on her face?”

“Foundation,” Mox says. “You’re lucky you’ve only gotten it on your face.”

“No kidding,” Jamie adds.

Nick whimpers. “Please. How many times. Please stop.”

Mox gives Nick the weirdest smile. “I was, uh. I was talking about getting foundation on my shirts.”

“I wish I could believe you.”

They make their way up to the bleachers, a spot in the middle open for the four of them to squeeze, and Nick finds himself squished in between Jamie on one side and Adam on the other.

Jamie wiggles her eyebrows at him.

“Shut up.”

“Hmm?” Adam asks, turning to Nick.

“Nothing,” Nick says. “I – nothing.”

Nick thinks the four of them should be given Most Supportive Person awards for the amount of cheer and dance performances they watch that have nothing to do with the people they’re here for. There’s one particularly good little girl in a coral pink costume who does a weird jump into a flip thing that reminds Nick of Matt, but, other than that, there’s not much else that sticks out to him.

“When does this end?” Mox asks. He’s been fidgeting for the past hour, but now he’s slumped over, legs sticking so far out they’re sliding behind the bleachers in front of him. “My ass is sore.”

Adam snickers.

“No,” Nick says, shaking his finger. “Not you, too.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Adam says, hands up in front of him. “Though it is kind of funny how annoyed you get.”

“That one wasn’t a joke, either,” Mox says. Now he’s sitting sort of sideways up on his hip while Jamie stares at him. “Jesus, these benches suck. Adam, how do you put up with this?”

Adam shrugs. “I think I’ve built up an immunity over the years of going to all of your home games.” He pats his hip. “Ass of steel, all that.”

“Okay, that one was on purpose,” Nick says.

Adam blinks. “Huh?”

“Ass of steel?”

Adam fights a grin, and Nick suddenly feels a little too warm. “Nick, we’re talking about sitting on metal benches or hours on end. What are you talking about?”

Nick blushes red and folds his arms over his chest, and tries to conceal the semi he has from imagining Adam’s ass.

“Finally!” Jamie says, perking up from where she’d been scrolling some music website on her phone.

“I recognize that music,” Mox says. “It’s them. Jesus. Took for fucking ever.”

They all lean forward as the team makes their way onto the court, shaking their pom poms and jumping onto the court on their toes. Nick watches Matt the whole time, even though it’s about the team as a group. Through all the gymnastics, dance, and cheer competitions over the years, he’s never been good at sitting back and seeing everyone as a group. He always watches Matt.

The routine is fast paced, hyperactive, and enthusiastic to a degree Nick’s not sure he’s ever seen before. The seniors get an entire spotlight section, as Matt had called it, where Matt, Britt, Athena, and the other seniors absolutely shine.

“Damn,” Adam mutters. “So that’s why they picked the three of them for captains.”

Athena and Matt lift Britt into this weird thing where she leaps and spins, and the rest of the team moves back in to make an even bigger tower of high school girls, Riho and Velvet at the top.

They scream the name of their high school, the girls at the top of the towers spinning and flipping down the floor, and then they strike their ending pose.

The entire room explodes into cheers, even from people who don’t seem to be affiliated with the team, and Nick and his three friends leap to their feet. Matt scans the room until her eyes land on them and she waves, yanking Britt and Willow to see them. They all wave.

“That’s my girl!” Mox shouts into the crowd, voice louder than Nick’s ever heard it.

“Dude, are you crying?” Jamie asks.

“Shut up,” Mox mumbles, scrubbing at his face with his hand. “She’s worked really hard.”

“Sap,” Nick says. But, and he’d never admit this, he is a bit jealous of that level of devotion.

They sit through three more performances, during which Nick’s pretty sure his ass goes completely numb, until it’s the break before they rank all the teams.

“I need food,” Adam says. Like it was timed, his stomach growls. “See? I’m a hungry boy.”

“I think I saw hot dogs or something,” Mox says, as they slowly make their way through the busy crowd. Far too many people stop in the middle of the hallway, and Nick’s getting anxious about it. Before he can say anything, though, Adam grabs his hand.

“I got you,” Adam says, little smile on his lips. “Too many people, right?”

All Nick can do is nod.

“For me, too,” Adam adds. A little louder, he says, “Can we find someplace outside to eat? There’s too many people in here.”

“Yeah, text me where you guys end up,” Mox says. “Me and Jamie are going to find the girls first.”

Adam and Nick stay close together as they get in line, as they order, as their wait for their concession meals. They make their way out to a little grassy area in the sun, a spot that looks dry enough for March, and they spread out their jackets as makeshift blankets on the ground.

“How much time we got?” Adam asks, squeezing a ketchup packet onto his hot dog.

“Maybe an hour?” Nick says. “Judges usually argue with each other for a while for these things, so it might even be longer.”

Adam nods. “Cool. Might take a nap or something.”

“How do you and Matt do it?” Nick asks. “You guys fall asleep so frickin’ fast, anywhere.”

Adam shrug, diving in for a giant bite of his hot dog. “For me it’s farm conditioning. Gotta get to sleep fast so I can wake up at ass crack o clock to check on the animals.”

Nick laughs and a glob of mustard drops off of his hot dog.

“You got a – I got it.” Adam leans in and brushes it off the side of Nick’s face with his thumb, eye contact the whole time.

Nick’s heart begins to race. “Thanks,” he says, voice quiet.

“Anything.” It sounds more like a promise than Nick wants to think, sounds like it means something. He wants to say it. He wants to tell him.

“Did you know Matt doesn’t think hand stuff counts as sex?”

Adam half inhales his bite of hot dog and has to cough for a minute before he gets his breathing back in order. “What – what does that have to do with anything?!”

“I don’t know,” Nick says. “I just – the hot dog, and we’re at Matt’s competition, and what Mox said earlier in the car about Matt’s underpants.” Nick feels like his entire brain just short circuited again. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying at this point, just that his mouth keeps going and won’t stop. “It’s weird, right? She’s so weird.”

“I think this entire conversation is weird,” Adam says, but he’s smiling, so maybe Nick hasn’t entirely fucked up. Not yet, at least. “She really thinks that?”

“It’s because of all that Cody bullshit last year,” Nick says, rolling his eyes. “He told her that it didn’t count unless there was, like.” Nick wrinkles his nose. “Well, you know. She's trying to be better about it, but she slips.”

“I can’t believe I introduced them,” Adam grumbles, glaring at the hot dog. “Biggest mistake of my life. He was horrible to Matt.”

Nick sighs. “I feel like we don’t even know how miserable it was, you know? Matt never told me. But I think, mostly, he was just wrong and weirdly straight man for a dude dating, well, what he thought was another guy.” Nick pauses. “You know?”

Adam nods, taking a careful bite of his hot dog this time, like he’s prepared for Nick to say another stupid thing. “She’s so weird about things, sometimes,” he says thoughtfully. “Gets ideas in her head, you know?”

“Oh definitely,” Nick says. “She almost believed that AJ kid a few years ago when he tried to convince people the earth was flat.”

“Aw,” Adam says, frowning. “Poor thing.”

Nick laughs. “I know. She said she was just messing with him, but, sometimes, I think she gets so sucked in she can’t really see the forest through the trees, you know?”

They go on about Matt stories, which devolves into stories of the three of them and Kenny back when they were kids, before Kenny got so caught up in Mock Trial club and became a tiny version of a senator.

“Hold up, that’s me,” Nick says, fumbling for his phone. “Yeah?”

“Hey, where are the two of you?” Jamie asks. “They said we’re ten minutes out from the award ceremony. Don’t want the two of you to be without a seat, yeah?”

“Right,” Nick says. “Be in there soon.”

Nick relays the message to Adam and they clean up their impromptu picnic.

They get to the bleachers and have to scoot past more than a few people before they make it to Mox and Jamie, who had spread out to almost comical degrees to save enough space.

“Jesus, finally,” Jamie says, sliding her legs back to normal. “No one has ever manspread as much as me in this moment.”

Mox shuffles over to make more room, and Nick sits on his other side. Adam sits right next to him again, their thighs pressing together.

Nick turns to Mox. “Do you – is that a lipstick stain?”

Mox yanks out the collar of his shirt. “Oh. Look at that.”

Nick sighs. “I don’t know why I asked.”

They wait, half holding their breath, for the teams in the top five for each category to be called.

“We welcome Mr. Justin Roberts to the floor to make the announcements for the top five in each category,” says the little brunette lady at the end of the table.

There’s some basic clapping, with a few middle aged moms clapping a little more enthusiastically than Nick thinks is necessary.

“Thank you, Dasha,” Mr. Roberts says. “I’m honored to announce some of the greatest cheer and dance competitors in our state.”

When Nick hears the name of his high school called, he leaps to his feet so fast Adam has to catch him by the arm to make sure he doesn’t fall over.

“Top five!” Mox yells.

“They haven’t won yet, boys, don’t get too excited,” Jamie says, patting Adam on the shoulder. “We need to wait to see how they rank.”

They do the solo awards first, then the kid’s group awards, and the senior cheer teams are the last group to be called up. Nick thinks he can hear his mom’s voice screaming from somewhere in the crowd. He only hopes she managed to get there before Matt went on.

“In fifth place for the senior group cheer,” the announcer says, “we congratulate West Walton High School!”

Said high school gets some cheers, but they look disappointed enough that it makes Nick just the tiniest bit sad for them.

“In fourth place,” the announcer continues, “Thomas N. Archer High School!”

More cheers. Adam fumbles for and grabs Nick’s hand.

“I have never cared so much about Matt’s stupid pom poms as I do right now,” he says, lips right by Nick’s ear. Nick shivers.

“Me either,” he says. “Looks like all those late nights flipping and cheering her on really paid off.”

“In third place,” continues the announcer, one the fourth and fifth place schools shuffle off the court, “is Newton J. Peters High School!”

“Holy shit,” Jamie says. “They’re at least second. Oh my god!”

“The winner of the senior group cheer category, and the champions for this season,” the announcer says, and Nick could swear the guy is dragging it out for the drama of it all, “by a total of one point are Robert Orville High School!”

Nick deflates immediately, but claps as kindly as he can.

“Our second place finishes are the phenomenal Arthur E. Williams High School, who, again, only missed first place by a single point.”

Matt, Athena, and Britt look plenty excited, which makes Nick feel a little better, at least. All the high schools celebrate together.

“Is it weird that I think I’m more upset about them losing than the girls?” Adam says, leaning in. “It feels weird.”

“No, I get it,” Nick says, and he’s so close to Adam he might not be able to breathe. “Kinda hard to see someone you love get that close to what they want.”

Adam turns to Nick. “Yeah?”

Nick’s entire body tenses. “I – yeah.”

He doesn’t know what would have happened next.

“Come on, move!” Jamie says, pushing at their shoulders. “We want to get out of here before we get stuck in traffic.”

Nick nods, and almost goes up in flames as Adam puts his hands on his hips to steer him toward the door, like he knows Nick would be overwhelmed without him.

Nick’s in deep.

After a fight for the front seat that Nick wins with Jamies help, they rewrite lyrics in the car ride home, dirty as possible. After the coaches cheer the leaders on, they all get dinner to celebrate. Adam never leaves his side. And Nick thinks he never wants him to.

Dicked Down in Dallas is a true musical adventure and I encourage you all to explore the song and its lyrics. If I were braver I'd do karaoke to this song. I take all responsibility for the New Hampshire slander. All there is to do up there is go to Massachusetts or make irresponsible substance decisions. But also skiing, polar caves, and pretty leaves. But there's a reason I moved 2,000 miles away years ago.

#moxmatt high school au #This chapter is so dumb and I can't believe it but there's zero Matt POV here. In a chapter about her own cheer competition #Though she get almost two entire chapters to herself coming up so #Nick deserves a chapter to pine over his cowboy #Dorks #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes

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