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h2bakugou · 3 years ago

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Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes ok!! So then can I request present mic? Doing anything??? No I’m kidding I do actually have a prompt. I was thinking abt mic’s radio show and specifically, if he had an s/o who wrote music. Bc u know he would help them produce it and then play it nonstop on air aaaaaa

a/n: yes!! present mic love!! i love him so much i swear! <3 he has my heart dkdkmn this is such a cute request please- i apologize for the late posting!!

summary: you're an ambitious, gleeful, songbird at heart, and though you're quirkless, you've captivated the heart of the music-loving, radio show hosting, loud, sweetheart, present mic!

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1.3k

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You started as an intern. A beaming smile on your lips most days, always happy to be in the studio with Mic when he was teaching you the ins and outs of radio hosting.

You'd majored in music business, the end goal in mind of writing and releasing your own music, though most of your plans had fallen through, the only opportunity to get you back on your feet after college being this deal you couldn't pass up.

Co-hosting with Present Mic on his own radio show.

The offer had actually been given to you by one of your superiors at the studio you worked at, having seen your optimism when it came to writing music and your love of music in general.

They wished you good luck and would always welcome you back if things didn't go so well. But you kept your head up high and marched into that studio ready to take on the world alongside the loud blonde.

And down the line, three years later, you were surprised to say the least.

"Your coffee as usual." Hizashi sets down the patriotic blue U.A. thermos sent out to the teachers at the beginning of the year. Since you'd practically moved in 'unofficially' with Mic, unofficially because you weren't technically allowed to stay due to the fact you didn't work for the school, rather employed by Mic himself in his private studio, but you were the tiny exception since you did technically work in the school.

"Thanks! Hey, I was wondering if you could check this new thing I've been working on and give me some criticism, it's just a rough draft, the lyrics just kind of came to me after a shot or two at Vlad's birthday party the other night." You giggled as you tossed him the flash drive containing your latest project, the sensitive information contained on the tiny disc landing in the palm of your boyfriend's hands.

"Another song? You're blessing my ears so early in the morning. I'm dreaming! Pinch me!" He teases. Mic's been the biggest supporter of your music since he overheard the pipes you had.

You'd had that kind of night the second week of your internship, battling the oncoming hangover after drinking with your cool new pro-hero teacher friends, your thoughts turning to lyrics as you worked in the studio, the only light being the small lamp on the side Mic kept when he worked late too.

He'd forgotten his room keys in the studio again, something you realized he did often and as he stopped by to pick them back up, that's when he heard you. You sounded so angelic, almost as if you were some sort of angel.

At first, he thought maybe it was just a recording or some sort of dare he say, Melodyne filter while you were messing around in the mic at night.

But you weren't. Your authentic voice shell-shocked him, and he sort of listened to you the entire night until you nearly pissed your pants turning around and seeing him.

“Yeah, it’s nothing special really-” You’re back to reality as Mic quickly has his headphones over his ears, a large grin on his lips as he listens, his fingers tapping away to the beat already.

You work on other tasks, filtering through requests and putting them in the queue while Mic listens to your song, his heart pounding. You were so talented and he’d wish you’d give yourself a bit more credit. You have what it takes to make it big, and he’d support you every step of the way.

“You know with this and the other tracks you have, you’d have enough to push out an EP. All you need is a bit of marketing and producing, and I’d be more than willing to help!” Mic smiles, wheeling over to you, pressing an encouraging peck to your cheek.

“It sounds great, but who would wanna listen to what I write?” You giggle, toggling an advertisement as you glance over at the blonde.

“How about this, You let me help you, I’ll spread the trial around here at work and if it gets good reviews, we publish.” Hizashi is nothing short of persuasive, and for the rest of the week he has you in his studio, adding layer after layer, fine-tuning and weeding out bits of the collection of songs you’d written until you have an EP.

Long nights fueled by coffee, water, and tea, and takeout eventually land you with the very first copy of your own EP.

In your hands, it’s palpable. It’s real. It doesn’t have any cover art, or a title, let alone who sang it, but Mic hands you a sharpie and you feel this fire coursing through your veins.

You feel more than accomplished.

You scribble some title down that you’d work on later and messily sign your name for Mic to make copies and then throughout the next week, you’ve got dozens of messages flooding your inbox telling you to drop it on some streaming platforms.

And the following night Mic is consoling your tears as you hit your first 100 streams.

“I’m so proud of you.” He coos, kissing your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his kisses, patting you on the head.

“You’re so cheesy.” You tease him.

“Says you! You named an entire song after me.” Mic huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What if ‘my beloved’ was about Marty?” You giggle. Marty, the sparkly, beautiful, elegant, beta-fish you’d adopted as the studio mascot swam around in his tank, decked out with super cool aquatic music themed stuff.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Mic laughs, his long blonde hair sweeping over his shoulders.

“Your hair always looks so nice down.” You snuggle into him, your fingers twisting around the ends. Hizashi shakes his head and stares down at you.

“And you’re as radiant as ever, my love.” Hizashi pulls you into him, snuggling his head into your neck, placing a gentle kiss to your skin as he holds you near to him.

“Do you sing, ‘Zashi?” You ask quietly.

“No comment.” Mic giggles, his laughs tickling your skin.

“Would you work on a song with me?” You ask sweetly.

“I would love to.”

Callers chime in every so often for requests, since Mic loves to annoy the listeners by playing your EP track by track almost daily. You have to knock some sense into him telling him that there’s a quota to fill and while you love how he supports you, you’ve got them stuck in your head too.

And when you play them every so often, your heart warms when someone requests one of yours to play. Even more so, when your songs rise to much more notable fame, you’re working on your own album, with the lovely producing of Mic, and it even features a lovely duet between the two of you.

In fact, something you’d found out with having so many connections to pros, was the amount of hidden talent.

You’d requested a song with Kyoka Jiro, the beautiful voice you’d heard at the school festival had belonged to her and you’d been wanting to work with her since she also shared a love for music, and though she was young, she seemed rather happy to sing, even if she might’ve been shy about it first.

An unlikely duo might’ve come from a dare, Hawks. While he was rather against the idea at first, his voice was smooth and mellow, and it clashed with yours perfectly for some sort of sappy anti-romantic love song. Whatever the case, it made charts.

But Mic continued to be your biggest supporter, no matter how or if you got big. You’d always find your way back into his arms, messing around with him on the radio show, and dodging paparazzi whenever you two left campus.

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brown-little-robin · 3 years ago

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17: R2D2

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Max gets up early and bakes muffins for Helen.

In the past few years, he’s dedicated much more time to relationships. Oh, he still goes out as Max Mercury; he could never give that up. But it’s seeming more and more essential, as he ages, to spend time with the people he loves. To give something of himself to them while he’s still with them in the body.

It was devastating for Bart and Helen, losing him for that hectic two years. Max came back to a bereaved, lonely, confused son and daughter. He won’t let that happen again. Not that he won’t leave them eventually—the call of the speed force is stronger and stronger every year—but he won’t go and leave them without support, without an understanding of himself. And he’s been doing… better. He’s mellowed, in his old age. He’s better at these little acts of love, like the muffins and the texting or meeting Bart outside every morning and asking about his day. He’s better at being open.

And now there’s Thad.

And oh, Max loves him fiercely. It’s not like this with the rest of the family. Max can communicate comfortably with them. With Thad… with Thad, Max doesn't know what to do.

It scares Max how deeply he loves Thad. He’s well aware that he doesn't have much time left, in the grand scheme of things, and the boy’s wounds run deep… but Max will not make the selfish choice to withdraw.

He slides the muffin tins into the oven. When he closes the oven door, the door and his back both creak. He sits cross-legged on the floor to relieve his back and fishes in his apron pocket for his flip phone. Only three people have this phone number: Helen, Morlo, and Bart.

How are you?

The reply comes instantly, as always.

:D how abt u ?

I am doing fine. I just made muffins.

There’s a knock on the front door. Max laughs.

They’re not baked yet, he types, to aggravate Bart. Then he comes to the door and steps out.

Bart tells him what he did yesterday, various rescues, mostly, and a visit to his old friend Preston. Max tells him about Thad and Joseph Wilson. Then, sensing danger, he warns Bart not to go talk to Joseph. Bart pouts at him, but agrees. He really wants the best for Thad, Max thinks. He’s been so patient about all this.

Bart takes a muffin when they come out of the oven, eats it, burning his tongue, and runs off with a “Seeya later!”

Helen comes out of her room a bit later. She’s wearing her bunny slippers.

“Ooh, muffins,” she says, and sits and digs in with Max.

The dentist’s office is closed on Sundays, so Helen gets to be home all day. It’s the first Sunday they’ll get to really relax together since Thad appeared.

It’s been a long few weeks.

“It’s funny, isn’t it?” Helen responds. “Thad’s not really much work at all, but it’s really hard to talk to him.”

Max groans in agreement.

“So… how did it go with Jericho?” she asks tentatively.

Max laughs out loud around the piece of muffin in his mouth, chews and swallows in a burst of speed.

“Actually, it went fabulously! Thad and Joseph really seemed to click. They talked and talked. And, you know, in that entire time, Thad never snapped at Joseph.”

Helen’s eyebrows shoot up.

“You mean to tell me Thad talked and talked? Our Thad?”

“Yes!” Max laughs. “Joseph drew things out of him I hadn’t guessed Thad even has opinions on. His major… he doesn't want to do anything in the scientific disciplines, apparently, but he’s undecided as to a specific major… He likes the way the oak trees move in the wind… his favorite animals are penguins and his favorite time of day is night… he likes the dark, it makes him comfortable… on the way down the mountain, we stopped at a stream and he told Joey about his powers…”

Max pauses, remembering. Joey and Thad had stopped at the sight of the stream, and stood for a moment in silent appreciation. The stream was well worth appreciation, wide and fast and steep, full of rocks that caused the water to foam, framed by pale flowers and oak trees. Then Joseph had started scanning the bank for skipping stones. Thad had picked his way out over stepping stones into the middle of the stream and crouched there. He’d put his hand in the water, turned it, playing with the current. He’d started to pull on the speed force then, for the second time on that hike, slowing himself down.

“What did he say about his powers?” Helen asks.

“Ah.” Max collects himself. “Yes. He was playing in the stream… using the speed force to slow himself down… and when he stopped to come skip stones with Joseph, he explained that he was speeding the world up so the current would be stronger.”

“Speeding the world up…” Helen murmurs.

Max nods.

Helen licks the last of the muffin crumbs off her plate and then just sits there for a minute. She has her thinking face on.

“Do you think… Thad feels like he has to control the world?” she asks. “I mean… is it about his powers, really, or does he think of himself as…”

“Responsible?” Max guesses. “Powerful? Maybe. He was trained that his value was in what he could do… so maybe it is just a way of thinking about the same powers… the speed force could, I think, give any of us the same abilities. But each of us uses the speed force based on our own instincts. He might actually be slowing the world down… relative to himself.”

Helen takes the dishes from the table. Max starts sweeping the crumbs off the tabletop.

“He looked happy,” Max says. “I’ve never seen him so… unselfconsciously happy. He was skipping, Helen.”

Helen stops rinsing, turns around, and stares at him.

“You’re joking!”

“No.”

“What is Joseph like, to have that kind of effect on Thad?”

“Honest,” Max says. “Thoughtful. Kind. He enjoys nature and people. I don’t like making assumptions about people from just two hours of interaction, but if he’s what he seems… I think he’ll be perfect for Thad.”

“Still, it’ll be sad to have Thad move out.”

“I don’t like the idea of handing him off to anyone else,” Max admits. “Not even perfect Joseph.”

Helen sticks the dishes in the dishwasher, comes over, and hugs him. He holds her tight, breathes in her perfume.

“I’m worried about him too,” she says into Max’s shoulder. “I feel responsible for him.”

“Me too.”

Helen says quietly: “I feel so bad that I didn’t recognize him as his own person last time… I think he wanted us to recognize him, really, but I never did. I… was too busy being proud of myself… thinking how much better Bart was, because of me…”

“Me too,” Max says again. “But, Helen, don’t be too hard on yourself. You thought I was dying. You needed something to be happy about.”

“You did too,” Helen says. “You needed something to be proud of…”

“I’m proud of you,” Max says. “I was proud of you. I was just blind… we both were.”

Max thinks suddenly of the clone that no one else knows about, the one who stalked Max for a while before dying of lung failure. His CRAYDL brought him to Max, but it was too late; Max couldn’t save him. Even Morlo couldn’t save him. His lungs simply stopped processing the air. After he died, the CRAYDL self-destructed, leaving a surprisingly small puddle of green goo next to the body.

Max gave the boy a hand to hold and a decent burial. He never found him in the speed force, but then again, he never looked.

“I really do want him to be with someone he can be open with,” he murmurs, letting her go. “I just… wish that was me.”

He laughs wetly at his jealousy, sniffs. He’s crying a little. He’s been doing that more, too, as he ages.

“Just wait until he actually leaves,” Helen says, sniffing. “Then we’ll both be bawling. I guarantee it.”

“We’ll visit him,” Max promises.

Max and Helen sit together in the living room, reading their separate books. By no coincidence, they’re both sitting where they can see the hallway, the door to Thad’s room.

Thaddeus gets up all bleary, dragging a blanket out of his room into the bathroom with his hair sticking up all over the place. He runs his shoulder into the doorframe as he goes in.

Max looks over at Helen and finds her stifling a laugh.

“Don’t let him see you laughing,” Max whispers.

Helen nods, still grinning, and returns to her book.

That afternoon, Max and Helen and Thad figure out Thad’s homeschool diploma for the ACT. Thad sits on the counter with his pale-blond hair sticking out of his blanket and tells them what classes they could say he covered. All the basic requirements of high school, of course, but also electronics, robotics, computer programming, and computer repair. For CRAYDL, he says. Rhetoric and drama. Max knew Thad must have had training in those!

Math through multivariable calculus and linear algebra and statistics. Nutrition, athletic and martial arts training of all sorts, obviously, biology and anatomy, specializing in the nervous system and experience of pain—Thaddeus says almost cheerfully that VR experience wasn’t enough; he had to have an academic understanding of the body to know how best to damage it. He pauses for a moment, eyes unfocused. Max tries not to let his horror show in case the boy thinks Max is blaming him—but experience in hurting people? Studying the experience of pain?

Thad abruptly continues. Chemistry, environmental studies, physics, forensics, all forms of engineering. Do you know that each of those are entire college majors? Max asks. I know, Thad answers. I just thought they might be taught in high schools too.

Max consults his list of high school classes and asks about the areas Thad didn’t mention. No psychology, Thad says regretfully; no English except high school level composition; no arts except the graphic design I picked up on the sly, no languages but Interlac and English because that was all Bart knew and they didn’t want me to slip, and only very… select history. I don't know how… accurate it was, either.

Everyone grimaces at that.

Well. The difficult thing with this repertoire won’t be convincing schools that Thad is a prodigy; the difficult thing will be deciding which classes to put on his record.

Thad doesn't see the humor in that; he nods and comes down from the counter to look at the list Max wrote out. He’s very small, sandwiched between Max and Helen. He points out the most essential classes. Max had planned to ask for more details, but by the time Thad gets through the list again he’s rubbing his eyes.

Max manfully resists the desire to hug him.

Helen asks Thad, “How about watching Star Wars?”

Thad looks up at her with that startled look he gets when people are nice to him.

“Can we—can we use the blanket fort again?”

“That’s what it’s for,” Helen says cheerfully.

Thaddeus smiles one of his strange lopsided smiles, half of his mouth pulling up and one eye wrinkling. Despite how alien it looks, Max thinks it’s natural to him; it’s Thad earnestly trying to express pleasure to Helen.

He wishes Thad would smile at him like that more often.

Helen goes to set up the movie. She invites Thaddeus to come with her, but he shakes his head, says he’ll come in a minute. He waits until Helen leaves, then turns his serious yellow eyes to Max.

“Have I done something wrong?”

“No, why?” Max asks, baffled.

“You’ve been acting weird today. You keep looking at me like I’m making you disappointed or something.”

“I…” Max says slowly, trying to come up with an explanation for his melancholy that Thad will believe. “I suppose I’m just feeling my age.”

Thad snorts.

“I’d say I’ve been feeling mine too, but I think that’s just depression.”

The wry way he says it breaks Max’s restraint. He laughs, leans over and kisses Thad on the forehead.

Thad stares at him, wide-eyed.

“Come on. Let’s go watch Star Wars.”

Thad follows him into the living room, looking at him like Max might reveal the secrets of the universe at any moment.

He grins at the title crawl: It is a period of civil war…

“This is the best animation you have in the 21st century?” he asks.

“Well, actually, this is from thirty years ago,” Helen tells him, then goes quiet because the movie is starting.

Thad settles in, laying on his belly, to watch. His face becomes rapt as he takes in the desperate situation of the beset spaceship. As the stormtroopers fire and fire and C-3PO and R2D2 escape through their ship at a crawling pace, Max keeps glancing down to make sure Thad’s all right. He’d hate to send him into a flashback. But Thad seems simply invested in the story, not bothered by the violence except to wince appreciatively when Darth Vader strangles the officer. He chuckles with Max and Helen at the banter between the droids and sighs in relief when they make it to the escape pod.

Max had forgotten how much of Star Wars IV followed the adventures of the droids. He starts to worry again when the droids are captured by Jawas and Thad grows tense. Are they too similar to CRAYDL? Thad seems… rather more attached to them than Max remembers himself being, the first time he watched this.

But the droids get purchased, and Thad transfers his attention to Luke Skywalker easily enough.

Max hasn’t cared this much about a motion picture in a long time… possibly ever, now he comes to think of it. Thaddeus is so enthralled by Star Wars that Max sees it with new eyes. Thad’s whole body vibrates when there’s a tense moment; he laughs out loud at the jokes; his eyes become soft and amazed at the vistas of the desert and outer space. He goes frighteningly still when he sees the burnt bodies of Luke’s aunt and uncle. Then he watches with an intensity Max hasn’t seen from him since he was shouting at the Thawnes in Morlo’s lab.

He doesn't say anything about it. He still chuckles at the funny parts. He booes Han Solo for being selfish. He cheers Leia on when she’s being feisty. But there’s a desperation in the way he’s watching now. His knuckles go white on the blanket whenever Luke or Obi-Wan is in danger.

Max is very, very glad that this movie has a happy ending.

The attack on the rebel planet Yavin IV. Thad groans in dismay when the Death Star appears. Max hisses, unreasonably tense. He knows there’s a happy ending; he’s seen it; but Thad’s heart is beating so fast it’s making him nervous.

Luke, climbing into his spaceship, says: “That little droid and I have been through a lot together. You okay, R2?” and Thad’s shoulders hunch defensively as R2 beeps a confirmation to Luke.

Now Max is sure he’s thinking of CRAYDL.

Midway through the rebel offensive on the Death Star, Max has had enough of sitting alone. He reaches over and takes Thad’s hand, matching its vibrations. He untangles it from the blanket and slots his fingers between Thad’s. Thad looks at him briefly, startled, then squeezes Max’s hand like a lifeline. Like a live electrical wire.

When the first shots fail to destroy the Death Star, Thad bursts out: “No! Really?”

Helen says, “Really.”

Thad scrambles himself hastily into a sitting position and reaches blindly for Helen. She takes his hand, and he stops vibrating so that she can touch him. And then they’re a chain of people anxiously watching Luke barrel down the shaft, Darth Vader in pursuit.

“Come on,” Thad whispers. “Come on…”

Han Solo returns, and Thad laughs in delight; the Death Star blows up in a shower of sparks, and he laughs again, triumphant. Max lets out his breath and realizes that he's been holding it.

During the medals scene, Helen asks what Thad thought of the movie.

“I—” Thad shakes his head. “Never saw anything like that before.”

“There are two more,” Helen says. “Well… five, but… it’s complicated.”

“I don’t know how they could live up to that.”

“They’re even better,” Helen assures him.

Thad lets go of their hands and rolls onto his back, staring at the top of the blanket fort with his hands resting on his stomach.

Max says, “Who’s your favorite, out of the trio?”

“Leia,” Thad says immediately.

Max chuckles. “Well, I knew it wasn’t Han!”

Thad smirks.

“Luke’s fine. Just… a little… I don’t know. He wasn’t as interesting as Leia.”

“Leia’s more feisty,” Helen says.

“Yeah.”

“Chewy’s my favorite,” Helen says.

Thad grins. Max laughs at her. She sticks her tongue out at him.

When Max looks back to Thaddeus, he’s gone. Mentally. Off to whatever place his mind goes when he gets amnesia. He’s still staring at the blanket roof, and his mouth is still shaped in the remnants of a grin, but… something about his eyes. He’s not at home.

Helen reaches to touch him, and Max pushes her arm away at speed.

“Ow! What?!”

Quietly, Max tells her, “Last time you touched him like this, you were lucky.”

Helen’s grimacing at him, holding her arm, offended and in pain. It hurts to be touched at high speed.

“Listen,” he says, dead serious. “I know you don’t feel like it, but all speedsters are deadly, okay? Have you seen Thad flinch?”

“No?”

“Yes you have. When he ends up across the room with his fists up, that’s a flinch. We’re just lucky he has enough control or enough fear that his flinches haven’t involved lashing out. Yet.”

Helen’s eyes grow wide.

“I’m sorry for pushing your arm so fast,” Max adds. “I was… worried.”

“That’s okay.”

They’re silent for a while. The credits scroll by. The dvd returns to the starting screen. Helen returns them to the start of the credits and pauses it there.

Thaddeus blinks awake and frowns at the blanket roof.

“My neck’s stiff.”

“You were gone about ten minutes,” Max tells him. “But you didn’t miss any of the movie.”

He makes a disgusted noise. Helen pushes play, and they watch the credits for a minute.

Thad says, “R2D2’s a lot like CRAYDL.”

Max and Helen glance at each other.

“How so?”

“He's a little droid, you know… a helper AI. And he's optimistic and snarky.”

Thad pauses. He looks far away.

“CRAYDL was like that.”

Max moves to touch him, then stops. He doesn't want to frighten him like yesterday when he took Thad’s face in his hands and the boy’s heart started beating like a trapped rabbit’s.

Thad notices the abrupt motion and clicks his tongue knowingly at Max.

“I’m going to sleep,” he announces.

“Thad,” Max says, but in a bright yellow blur of lightning, Thad ducks out of the tent and walks away.

Helen sighs. After a bit, she heads out to the community center for a yoga class. Max wishes he could go, too, but Helen is more advanced than he is, and he’s trapped within sensing distance of Thad.

Forget letting Thad go because Thad needs it; Max is going stir-crazy already.

The neighborhood is empty, so he takes a “run” around the house. When he feels tired enough, rejuvenated enough with the thrill of the speed force, he comes inside.

VIGILANTES BY PERMISSION ONLY, says a piece of notepaper taped to Thad’s door; MAX, THIS MEANS YOU.

“Can I come in?” he calls.

Thad is laying on the floor under the desk. For a moment Max wonders if he’s asleep, but he’s breathing too shallowly.

“Sure.”

Max comes in and sits in front of the desk. Before he can speak, a voice comes from the lump under the blanket.

“How did CRAYDL die?”

Max's heart sinks. They never told Thad much about the time when he was in the speed force. Does he even know about the other clones?

Carefully, he says, “CRAYDL… lay low for about a year after you disappeared. Then he started reappearing. Stealing… machine parts… looking for something… looking for magic, I’m told. I wasn’t around then. He contacted magicians and so forth.”

Thad makes no answer.

“He was trying to find you, I think. He was attempting to build a device or find a spell.”

The fingers of Thad’s right hand twitch.

“A t-hoop,” he states.

Max hesitates.

“Teleportation,” Thad clarifies, in that same distant voice. “It’s mostly machine, partially magic.”

“Ah… Well… He didn’t succeed. Maybe there aren’t the right components in the 21st century. But he… saw an opportunity, I think, when…”

Max doesn't know how to say this.

“Thad… the Thawnes… they cloned you,” he says. “Inertia… has continued.”

Thad doesn't respond.

“An Inertia came to the past in one of these… t-hoops,” Max says. The boy deserves to know the details. “CRAYDL tried to steal it, and he ended up fighting another CRAYDL unit. While CRAYDL was distracted… Inertia found your lair… and destroyed everything.”

“Inertia killed CRAYDL,” Thad says.

“Yes.”

Max’s muscles tighten in preparation for fighting an angry Thad down, but Thad doesn't move. He just lays there, breathing evenly.

“What happened to him?” Thad asks.

Max is confused for a moment, then realizes Thad’s inquiring after Inertia.

“He… died… trying to kill Bart.”

“Bart killed him?”

“Yes.”

Silence. The blanket rises and falls.

What can he be thinking? Max wonders. Is he thinking about the feud, thinking Bart proved the Thawnes right by killing? Is he feeling betrayed that Max never told him there were other clones? Is he thinking mostly of CRAYDL and distracting himself with inconsequential questions about the circumstances of his death?

How can Max comfort him when Thad struggles even to believe that he’s loved?

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs to Thad’s back.

He feels the inadequacy of it even as Thad’s shallow breathing stutters and he drags in a pull of air and says “Not your fault.”

“I wish I could help.”

No response. Thad is just a limp body under the blanket, eyes half open, one arm outstretched, palm up, and one loosely curled next to his chest. He hasn’t cried since the speed force.

“It’s so stupid,” Thad says at last, wearily. “All this killing.”

Max sighs.

“Yes.”

“How many of them have there been?”

For one selfish second, Max considers pretending he doesn't understand.

“Clones of you? Six.”

“How many dead?”

“Five.”

“And one frozen in the museum,” Thad confirms dully.

He knew? Where did he hear that?

“People talked,” Thad answers his unspoken question. “In the Watchtower.”

Max thinks back to the newly-healed Thad snapping defiance at Wally whenever he came near, thinks back to Thad asking over and over are you going to take my speed or what?, and realizes that not telling Thad everything right away was a mistake.

“Thad,” Max breathes, horrified at himself. “I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

Thad’s nose wrinkles bitterly.

Max doesn't want to push him too hard. Should he leave so Thad can process this without Max watching? Or should he stay and try to offer comfort somehow?

“Can I touch you?”

“…sure.”

Max scooches himself nearer the desk and puts his hand where he judges Thad’s shoulder to be. Thad tenses, then goes limp again. Max appreciates the vulnerability of this, that Thad is letting him touch him.

“I’m so sorry about CRAYDL.”

No response, absolutely none, as if Thad didn’t hear him.

“I love you.”

Thad shudders like Max has run a cold finger down his back.

“Sophos Thaddeus, I love you so much.”

Thad says wearily, “You’ve told me. Seven times.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I’m just… tired… I just want to sleep.”

Max has pushed the boy far enough. He’s grieving. He’s vulnerable. Max won’t make this into an argument.

“All right. Call me if you want me,” he says, and pats Thad’s shoulder one last time.

Thad twitches at the touch. Max quietly backs out of the room.

“I don’t want you, I want CRAYDL,” Thad’s raspy little voice says, just as Max shuts the door.

Max leans his forehead against the door. He can still feel the boy breathing in the other room. Just breathing. Once in a while, he blinks.

Max stays there until Thad’s eyes drift closed and his breathing deepens into the rhythm of sleep.

Then he puts on water for tea, hoping it’ll calm his anger at the Thawnes.

How could the Thawnes do that? How could they hurt this precious boy so deeply that he can’t even cry? The damage to him… Max sighs. Six hundred years, he thinks, waiting for the water to boil, and can’t even imagine it; it’s so huge a number that it ceases to mean anything; it’s just a number. Six hundred years. Six lifetimes. No wonder he’s so confused by love.

The process of steeping and pouring and drinking the tea does soothe his anger, but it leaves the sadness.

His boy. His precious boy.

#It's a long one today folks #The Strange Redemption of Thaddeus Thawne #flashfam #dc fanfiction #long post #I think I'll make tagging the characters more intermittent now #since there's so little content for them on tumblr #so once every few weeks I'll tag 'em #so as not to clutter things up :)

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lunar-lair · 5 years ago

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Bakusquad Headcanons

Uhhhh idk how but I ended up with a ton of headcanons for these dork kids, so uh. Here I guess??

After Bakugou really settles into the group and begins to let them actually physically touch him, Ashido's hand is basically constantly buried in his hair, especially when she's comforting him. Of course, she does this with all the others too, and has been doing it with Kirishima since their middle school days, but she's always saying Bakugou's is the fluffiest. ("It's just cause I use the best conditioner," He'd always huff.)

Kaminari has this habit with all of them. He'll put his pointer finger on some part of their body-usually their cheek, since that makes them laugh more for it's cuteness-and let a small, sm all static shock run through their skin. It never fails to make them laugh, and along with his jokes, he's one of the best at cheering people up in the team.

Whenever they're all cuddling, and one of them is cold, they snuggle up with Bakugou, and he'll heat up his hands like he does before he blows something up. But it's just really nice and warm. Not a bad warm either. Plus, he just runs warm anyways. (So does Kaminari-he's got electricity running around in his veins, they're gonna be warm-and Sero's not bad himself, but they don't have that advantage. (On the contrary, Kiri runs pretty cold, and Bakugou calls Mina 'barbie' just because she's basically freezing all the time.))

Any time Bakugou gets the chance, he'll just idly braid anyone's hair that's long enough to braid; aka, everyone except him and Mina. It's just really relaxing for him.

They all have these special hoodies, shirts, whatever, that they wear when they're real unhappy or just feeling really cozy comfy warm and shit and it's real easy to tell which one it is, so they just adjust the way they treat that person to accommodate

They all brought a bean bag a bit into the year that was their favorite color and they're all just piled in Sero's room cause he has the most room.

After realizing saying 'we need to talk' is a bit daunting, the squad made a little code phrase for when it's Serious Talk Time, whether that means later or now, and it's "I've got a story to tell". They decided on it pretty early on, but late enough that Bakugou was willing to participate in said talks in the first place, obviously.

They always have excellent nail polish, make up, whatever. Mina's pretty good at it, and Bakugou had fashion designers for parents. He wasn't getting out of his childhood without some Knowledge. Anyways, they're always perfectly presentable. It's great.

The whole squad is constantly secretly trying to destroy all of Kiri's crocs. Shh, don't tell.

Bakugou is entirely infuriated with Kaminari and Mina's hair, 24/7. Kaminari's won't settle down from it's staticyness for more then two seconds, and Mina's is just fucking untameable. He doesn't like Sero's much, since it's not long enough to do as much as he can with Kaminari's, and it's th ick, bitch. Kiri's is the most agreeable when it's down.

At some point, they bought a giant teddy bear. They only bring it out when someone is in severe emotional destress. It is The Happiness Bear. It has a few rips and burns and torn off fur, from Kiri, Kami Baku and Mina, and Sero respectively.

None of them agree on music choice. Mina likes bubblegum pop, Kiri's about more somber stuff, Sero listens to indie, Bakugou listens to rock, metal, and pop-punk-that scene-and Kaminari just listens to whatever he comes across. He had some really obscure music on his playlist, some emo, and even some shit like Beyonce and Taylor Swift, sittin right next to Ricky Montgomery and The Altogether. He's the most agreeable when it comes to listening with others, but theirs is always a bit...too much for him, since he's in the middle. Think of him as the circle and everyone else laying just outside the circle. The circle can't really expand, but the points aren't as broad. He's gets along best with Kiri and Sero, since he had plenty of chill music on his list, and some real obscure indie-ish shit somewhere. Bakugou likes some of the darker stuff he's run across, like Autoheart. He used to be REAL into All Time Low, but burnt himself out on their music. He knows every song, and every lyric; he doesn't hate it. It's just not his first pick. And then he's still got some shit like Owl City and Fun lurking around somewhere, and that's the shit Mina likes. Basically, he gets the most band recommendations, and gives the most.

Bakugou gets REALLY into Autoheart and Lincoln, shit like that as he gets older and mellows out-kinda like mid 2nd to 3rd year and on?-since it's still that kind of depressing feel but it's a lot more lowkey.

Kiri gets DE EP into The Altogether and Ricky Montgomery, and maybe Cavetown and The Oh Hellos, Sleeping At Last, Alec Benjamin...all those almost-sleepy singers, who sing about both sad and happy shit with the same calm tone.

Kaminari gets just,,,,SO into The Wrecks for like,,,,a month, with their party music vibe that's almost All Time Low but with more energy this time.

Mina's always been a Beyonce and Owl City stan, man.

Sero doesn't mind Owl City, either, though; got that kinda tone to it, yknow? Absolutely into Fun.

Skskdkdk sorry I got into a BIG tangent,,,,I just know so many obscure bands that they'd like man

Also I hella projected onto Kaminari bc I feel like he's that dork to be into a song called "Favorite Liar', another called 'Mediocre At Best', one called 'Agrophobia', and ANOTHER called fucking 'Light'.

Also he's definitely into Mother Mother. That's a must. Sero might be too.

Might make,,,,,a separate post abt that

Kami and Sero rlly like fall

Mina's a winter gal

Kiri's all for summer

And Baku's all bout spring

They have had multiple discussions about scars for no reason other than to discuss something.

Kami is ALWAYS letting off a static shock of SOME KIND and he shocks the first person he touches when he wakes up. Once he did this to Jirou and it partly fried her buds for a while, it blew Bakugou up because he had just walked in from his jog, it conducted with some of Mina's acid and fucked her over, etc etc. So Kirishima is always sent to wake Kaminari up, and all of them have rubber gloves on hand early morning just in case he wakes up before Kiri can be the first to touch him and he groggily tries to touch anyone

Bakugou's room smells like caramel due to nitroglycerin smelling like it 24/7, and it's calming as hell, so that's where they go when they need a good calming cuddle pile

They always do a group hug before and after dangerous missions

...just in case.

They go to the park at least once a month bc why tf not? And they always hog all the swing sets. Bakugou usually goes on a jog.

One of Kaminari's favorite ways to fuck with them is to let his hands hum with just a small bit of static and then POOF up their hair

It's always hilarious

Especially on Bakugou, since it just makes it kinda,,,,poof mo re??? It's hilarious trust me-

If Sero could make a conductive kind of tape, him and Kami could totally have a type of electroweb attack. Or maybe if Mina's acid could conduct well enough she could like spread all over the ground and it would work as a way to direct his electricity his pointers may not help with. Like zeroing in his electricity in little spots under villian's feet and giving Kami good control in the ground too and it could cause less damage! Plus maybe if he lost his pointer or smth she could put it on the villian and then they would get electricity right to the skin? Idk something like that

Hm...his combos with Baku are limited. It's possible he could like coat his hands with his sweat and then Kami could blow it up himself if his quirk is out of commission? Or his arms; we know they get recoil in canon. But maybe he could soak something in the nitroglycerin using the grenades-just open em i guess?-and then set it ablaze?? It'd have to be a PRETTY special case tbh

If civilians could possibly be harmed Kiri could act as a lighting rod,,,,using a lightning rod attacked to his head?? Or some super conductive clothing or something. Idk.

Everybody knows you could bathe Kiri in the sweat and then he'd ignite it no prob

Sero could swing one of them (or multiple) and then 'oh shit a flying bomb/rock/acidic substance/electricity plants comin ur way' i guess

Idk. I swore to God Baku was my fav but I'm bein real biased towards Kami. Sigh...oh well. I'll work on it later. It's late.

#this got fuckin long #but i have;;;;no regrets #take it. it took like and hour anf a half to make lol #bnha #bnha headcanons #bakusquad #trash talks

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weuschoiceheart · 4 years ago

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Stan OnlyOneOf ya cowards (Long Post - Dance & Song Analysis)

Woah....wow....just WOW

I just watched the 1theK dance mirrored video for OnlyOneOf’s “Savanna” (the one for the dance cover contest, and can I just say, W O W.

I remembered watching this last year (It was the very first video of OnlyOneOf I watched) and I was like, yeah, this song sounds pretty good. But now, after rewatching it, I’m amazed at the amount of imagery they put into the dance. By no means am I a pro dancer or something, but I’ve been dancing to Kpop for a few years now, so I got used to pretty much how the dances are like. Nowadays, most boy group dances are pretty hip-hop / popping / maybe some contemporary dance mixed in for some of the slower parts in songs, so I pretty much know what to expect. There would be some crazy choreo, fast paced tempo you need to follow, etc., etc. Yeah, 4th gen is starting to become some sort of dance competition.

But...THIS. THIS GODDAMN CHOREO SHOOKED ME. I already love how different OnlyOneOf’s songs are from the generic mainstream songs, instead of going for some hardcore rap or edm songs, they always go for mellow tunes and beautiful melodies mixed with entrancing vocals (YES YES YES VOCALS, THERE ARE ACTUALLY V O C A L S IN THEIR SONGS, NOT SOME SORT OF WEIRD NOISE INSTRUMENTAL. I CAN GO ON A WHOLE RANT ABOUT THEIR VOCALS). Anyways, I might make a whole other post for their songs, but right now, let’s focus on their choreography, specifically this one.

It’s strange, in a way. I got into OnlyOneOf because of the dance for “_Sage.” I saw it in a random play dance video, and it was my first time seeing OnlyOneOf in one of these videos, actually. I remembered seeing the dance and got shocked when they yeeted to the ground during Mill’s part in the chorus. Idk the name for the move, but it caught me offguard on how smoothly they did it. After the random play dance ended, I immediately went to watch their dance practice for “_Sage” and decided to learn the move, bc, you know, it looks cool (and I want my awkward self to show a different, cooler side of me on stage). I only wanted to just learn the chorus, but I ended up learning the whole choreo. And it literally started with “i just wanna learn their names so I can tell them apart during the dance” to finally “Ok, I’m gonna stan.”

“_Sage” has a pretty intense choreo, compared to their other songs, but I feel like, with OnlyOneOf’s choreos, you need to properly EXPRESS the song’s meaning. Ofc, it’s always important to convey the meaning of a song, since dance IS a form of art and expression (as a very smart Hwanwoong said, it’s not just about the performance, it’s whether you can convey the emotions well or not).

With OnlyOneOf though, each of their song has a special meaning, all linked to a storyline (I’m probably gonna go on a whole other rant when I piece together the theories), and their songs are so different as well, they don’t talk about the topics that most groups today usually explore with their discography, instead going to a different route and just listening to their songs and watching them dance makes me feel like I’m in a different dimension.They’re just...UNIQUE. I don’t know any other way to say it. Y’all are probably like “how about Group X, they always talk about blah, blah, blah” and I am NOT dragging down other groups, but smth abt OnlyOneOf really stands out to me. I listened to their song “dOra Maar” this morning and got emotional after finding out the meaning behind the song. Even though I finished learning “_Sage” yesterday, I still feel like I need to practice more to make sure the emotions and meaning of the song is properly conveyed through the dance, bc the meaning behind “_Sage” is just so complex. And now, let’s actually go into the semi-analysis I did for “Savanna” so you guys will understand what I’m talking about.

THE ACTUAL ANALYSIS

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Imagery is used by many groups today to give choreography a deeper meaning, or in some cases, like a signature move (SKZ “God’s Menu” uses many cooking references, for example). With “Savanna,” I was amazed by the amount of imagery they use. As I mentioned before, groups these days are more into difficult hiphop dances, so I feel like imagery is being used less and less and choreos are just a bunch of difficult moves strung together to look powerful and difficult and...yeah, 4th gen is really turning into a dance competition. Anyways, i DIGRESS ONCE AGAIN (I can complain for hours about 4th gen music and dancing but let’s save that for some other time).

I will say this again: I am NOT a professional dancer, I only had a few years of ballet + Kpop, and is self-learning popping and hiphop right now. This is only based on what I observe and how I interpret the dance.

Ok, let’s start at the beginning of the choreo. All the members form a ring around one member (KB) and waved their arms to enclose a circle, trapping him, before moving apart. Next, the members seemed to form a path for KB to walk on, with Yoojung and Junji at the end, arms forming a line that KB ducked under and passed through. Right off the bat, we have a beautiful imagery. I think it portrays time travel (since the song seems to hint towards that subject). The four members forming the path that KB walks on, are frozen like statues, like time just froze. KB is the person that wants to break out (he was trapped within a circle in the beginning) and seems to find a loophole through time that he manages to walk through.

Now, onto my favorite imagery for the choreo that really surprised me. At 0:33 in the video, When they formed lines by Nine’s side and opened their arms in sync, creating almost like an illusion. It might be to match the lyrics about “dry, chapped lips,” but that part mesmerized me, and drew me in to continue watching.

The next key point of imagery, is at 0:47, when they formed a line and stood in alternating positions, moving their arms in an alternating pattern as well. It really matches with the lyrics “among the intertwined people, I hide myself again” and creates another illusion that’s JUST. SO. CAPTIVATING. I might be a tad bit overdramatic abt this, but really, I LOVE LOVE LOVE how they put so much imagery and meaning into the choreo.

Another piece of imagery is Love’s and Nine’s solo portion after the chorus, when they mirrored each other with their bodies and made a drinking motion with their hands. Might seem small, but it emphasizes the lyrics “Watchin’ all your silhouette / Drink one more time, Sweepin’ huh.” The lyrics might not make sense, but this part is just so mysterious and mesmerizing.

They did another beautiful imagery for the start of the second prechorus for the same lyrics (”Among the intertwined people, I hide myself again”), but this time, forming a V formation around Nine. They also formed the same ring around Junji when he sang, “I feel like I’m locked in” but with some floorwork this time. I love how they tried variations of the moves, so the image is still there but switched up to keep it engaging.

These are the key details of the dance I’m going to write about here, there are many other parts and some imagery I probably missed, but if I’m going to actually analyze every single move along with the song lyrics, you guys are probably gonna get bored XD. So to wrap this up, I think the important factor about the dance that really draws me in is that, unlike choreos nowadays, the dance is composed of smooth movements and transitions, like contemporary but keeping that Kpop feel, ya know? The song itself is already mellow and vocal-centered, so ofc the dance has to match it, but I wasn’t ready for the imagery (i dare you to count the amount of times I used this word lol) they used. Watching this is like a breath of fresh air, listening to this song is so refreshing. I strongly recommend you guys check it out!

This is the longest post I ever wrote lmao, and if you read all the way to the end, congrats! Anyways, I might learn this after I polish up “_Sage.” Hmm....should I also do vocal covers for the songs too? I was actually thinking of remixing “Savanna” into a diss track because of the misheard lyrics (”i don’t give a shit what they think abt us / you’re like a bitch from Savanna”). Who knows?

Thank you for taking your time to read this!

#long post #onlyoneof #kpop #dance analysis #kpop choreo #kpop dance analysis #onlyoneof dance analysis #dance #choreography #onlyoneof kpop #junjun stuff #savanna #onlyoneof savanna #onlyoneof savanna choreo #onlyoneof savanna dance

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strvwberryblcnde · 4 years ago

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👫 preston & scout

send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons i have about our muses’ relationship.

i cn imagine them somehow being wrangled into babysitting fr her sister bethan one time n.... she has three kids who r all young (like 6, 7 n 7 bc she had twin boys then a girl) n they’re all a handful in their own way. the boys r SO boisterous n loud like they’re truly feral n the girl is very.... like scout bt..... an outspoken n absolutely fearless version...... the only time she’s quiet is when she’s reading a book. anyway. i cn see scout n preston being run RAGGED hving to look after these demons like the boys wld slap mud prints onto the wallpaper..... they’d pull drawers out looking fr their confiscated toys when they misbehaved n cutlery wld crash bc it’d fall on the floor... they’d run away frm the scene of this crime after..... bebe scout wld be like..... UR THE UGLIEST BOYS I’VE EVER KNOWN..... AND I HATE U!!!!! hurling crayons at her brothers fr their mischief... n scout n preston wld have to somehow neutralise all of this chaos. it wld be exhausting. i cn anticipate it mounting frustrations n tensions to the point where scout n preston might even bicker between themselves jst over stupid stuff like scout being like preston u can’t give them chocolate before they’ve had their dinner n preston being like cmon.... let them live a little...... this isn’t a dictatorship... n scout being like do u WANT them to b bouncing off the WALLS???? literally like a married couple.... they’d finally manage to put them to bed in bethan’s room (which ws renovated into a room w three beds fr them to stay in when bethan needs help aka needs scout to babysit) n scout wld usher preston frm the room to let them settle n once she thought he wasn’t watching she’d tuck each in n kiss their heads n be like love u hell spawns. then she’d go dwn n eye preston on the couch frm the doorway like >_> bt still go to get them a beer each..... i cn picture literally by the time she returns frm the kitchen preston being asleep bc the children r relentless.... n even if they’d been bickering a bunch scout wld roll her eyes n kind of smile abt it n swig her beer then put it dwn n grab a blanket n carefully tuck it over him so he didn’t catch a cold in their drafty house w a faulty boiler.......... sickening.

this is related to scout’s nephews n niece again bt in summer they always play in the yard w the hose n i can picture scout n preston having like.... a fight in the morning mayb n her storming dwnstairs n leaving him to get dressed n leave or whatever jst childishly........ n then by the time he got down if it ws summer the kids wld be prancing around outside n shrieking up a storm as scout sat angrily in a fold out chair watching over them........ mayb they’d all b like PRESTON PRESTON STAY N PLAY n he’d be like i’m gna head home............... n they’re like NO PLAY W US PLAY W US n one of the boys even sprays him w the hose. mayb preston wld join in playing w them just picking him up n pretending to fling him around n they’d all be laughing n screaming n scout wld be a tiny bit mellowed by this bt still stubbornly clinging to being mad...... her niece is like SCOUT PLAY WITH US PLAY WITH US n she’s like maybe in a bit. i cn imagine preston spraying her w a little bit of water frm the hose to b childish kind of joining in w the kids being a nuisance n scout being like WTF??????? n then snatching the hose off him n spraying him bk n it just breaking into an all out war where they’re trying to get the hose off each other n both end up soaking wet n she breaks n laughs n he’s picking her up as the kids all cackle n scream. their fight jst somehow resolved in the space of half an hr when they were jst on the verge of another stupid breakup............. this tumultuous relationship........ no wonder their friends r sick of them.

scout’s dad is...... certainly a character n she hasn’t heard from him in yrs bt he made a big reputation fr himself in town to say the least.... was just in w some rly shady ppl n always fucking everyone over fr his own selfish agenda.... truly jst a liability to b associated w nvm to have as a husband/father so the wilders rly.... went thru it a bit w him. it ws like being buckled into a rollercoaster. nw he’s been gone a few yrs they’ve managed to pick up some of the shrapnel he left behind bt there’s still pieces n tht’s evident in the fact tht every so often guys he used to run w will come knocking trying to shake them dwn fr debts Poppa Wilder still owes them. he’s on the run frm the law nw n they hv no idea where he is bt they still have to deal w these repercussions. anyway. scout is very much like... I Will Deal With Everything In The World On My Own bt with luca in prison, jasper out n about all the time n rarely home sometimes bc he’s a free spirit, her mum working long night shifts n sleeping thru the day n her sister bethan being moved out w kids a lot of the time it’s..... just scout in the house which she wld never admit gets rly lonely after growing up w a big hectic family. i cn imagine one of these guys waiting fr scout after her shift at the diner n just asking her again when he’s gna get his money n her being like fr the last time idk where my waste of space father is!!!!!! n he wouldn’t make a threat or anything bt he knows where they live so tht night i feel like scout wld be kind of nervous n peering out of the curtains a lot jst On Guard in case he shows up to take wht he’s owed by fleecing the place or smthn. mostly paranoia idk if he actually wld bt. scout wld just be kind of scared sleeping there alone n even if she’d wna deal w it on her own i feel like she’d put off contacting preston until pretty late when she’d eventually snap n just be like. can u stay over tonight? n she wouldn’t text it either which is kind of unusual fr her bc she mostly texts bt she’d wna hear his voice to calm her a little i think. again none of this wld b verbalised she wouldn’t even tell him abt this situation bc she tries to be independent as possible n not rely on anyone else fr anything bt......... it would calm her down a lot when he arrived n ws sleeping nxt to her. i feel like his laidback attitude is quite gd for her in tht respect like it has a soothing effect at times..... others perhaps not bt <3 miley cyrus life’s a climb.....

i feel like her ex............. wld not be happy abt scout dating preston. he’s quite a loose canon / volatile character n jst............... scrappy.......... n antagonistic sometimes...... not the worst bt definitely not the best! honestly i feel like if he ever bumped into preston he wld maybe even pick a fight w him except he wouldn’t mention scout he would just act like it wasn’t related bt it Would Be. if preston ws injured in any way via this then i can’t even express hw furious scout wld be she’d actually lose it a bit.... KJGFKHFKGHSFKGHS hell hath no fury like a scout wilder scorned <3 she’d nurse preston better if he had a bust lip or whtever (she’s quite gd at doing these things after yrs of living w reckless brothers who were always getting into fights n also hving a mother who’s in nursing n taught her first aid etc) n she literally wld refuse if he tried to be like i can do this myself she’d b like SIT. DOWN. stomping around the place grabbing her supplies n being so angry until it actually came to like.... dabbing his face where she’d b extremely gentle. stark contrast. she’d keep ranting abt how she was gna confront her ex fr it n even if preston was like just leave it she’d refuse at first then eventually be like ok :) w a tight lipped smile bt. the next day bc she knows where her ex hangs out she’d storm up to him on the street n jst fking RIP him a new one she’d b fully shouting at him unleashing such an ungodly rant w no fks given to who was watching..............if it was in a tv show i’d imagine her rampage all silent as opera music plays over the top n she’s jst yelling in slow motion as a child across the street gasps so loud at the multitude of swear words raining in his direction.... honestly i cn imagine this getting bk to preston w how public it was bt i get the feeling tht even tho he might’ve been like nah leave it he wld find her unbridled wrath funny n know it ws rooted in hw protective she is of those she loves which. as reluctant as she ever likes to admit it definitely includes him at this point.....

#scout wilder | preston reid #meme #hallcween

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