#and hero’s clearly not gonna date anybody now

[cyberfunsupporter]

ok maybe i’m self absorbed but also i don’t think o/mori’s the game for shipping aside from k/imbrey… idk i don’t think it fits & sunny / basil (respectively) wouldn’t be in the right place mentally to be dating ?! aubrey’s the only one bc she met ppl outside of the og friendgroup & kim’s her best friend. so

[detective-inspector-her]

Left Behind AU Incorrect Quotes

Gordon: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Valkyrie: Gordon what-?

Saracen: It was difficult, so you’ve just given up. You might fail, so why bother trying?

Gordon: Exactly.

Gordon, to Tanith: I told you he’d understand.

Saracen: I want a trip down memory lane.

Valkyrie: proceeds to grab every warrior cats book they have and sets them in Saracen's lap

Valkyrie: I heard you needed these?

Saracen: YES! ALL OF THEM!

Gordon: Hey, Ghastly, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Ghastly: Yeah.

Gordon: And you, Tanith?

Tanith: Umm... yes?

Gordon: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Tanith: Did he just-

Anton: What?

Saracen: You know, there’s something weird going on with your face?

Saracen: You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that?

Ghastly: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Tanith: Hey, Ghastly, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

Tanith: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Ghastly: Can't really say I have.

Tanith: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Ghastly: Sorry, Tanith. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

Dexter: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Saracen: Two bros!

Saracen and Dexter, in unison: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

Valkyrie: You a cop?

Dexter: Hey, aren’t you Valkyrie?

Dexter: No.

Valkyrie: Then yes, I am.

Tanith: Oh, I’m sorry.

Dexter: I asked Saracen out.

Dexter: Why?

Tanith: Well, I assume he said no.

Dexter: No, he said yes.

Tanith: Really? Then I’m sorry for him.

Tanith: He once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."

Dexter: So, what's it like living with Gordon?

Dexter: ...

Tanith: I love him so much.

Gordon: *Ugly crying*

Skulduggery, holding out a cookie for Gordon: Look! This ones a heart, that’s how I feel about you!

Skulduggery, holding out another cookie for Valkyrie: This ones like Michigan, that’s how I feel about you!

Valkyrie, throwing their hands in the air: What does that mean?!

Valkyrie: Okay-

Skulduggery: Yo dumbass, get over here.

Gordon: *gleefully runs past* I’m coming!

Valkyrie sadly: I thought... I was dumbass...

Valkyrie: Um… the moment I saved you from getting killed.

Skulduggery: When did you become a hero?

Skulduggery: You’re the last person on earth I wanted to rescue me.

Valkyrie: Well… sucks to be you, don’t it.

Valkyrie and Dexter: *fighting and yelling at each other*

Saracen: Can I get a waffle?

Saracen: Can I p l e a s e get a waffle?

Valkyrie: When I join this friend group I thought you guys would be dealing with my bullshit.

Valkyrie: You know what?

*Saracen, Dexter and Tanith continue screaming about mould water*

Valkyrie: Not the other way around.

Ghastly: I dunno, sounds like you need to drink the mould water.

Skulduggery: The reason I wake up every morning.

Saracen: So, what is Valkyrie to you?

Saracen: ...That’s adorable.

Valkyrie earlier that morning, barging into Skulduggery′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

Skulduggery: You slept for three hours last night! Why are you surprised?!

Valkyrie: I'm tired.

Valkyrie: I'm not surprised. I just wanted to complain about it.

Dexter: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Valkyrie: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?

Saracen: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.

Dexter: But I heard a siren.

Anton: That was Gordon.

Gordon: Sorry, I got nervous.

Saracen: Uh, no, no, that is basil.

Dexter: Is this mistletoe?

Dexter: Too bad cause if it was mistletoe I was gonna kiss you.

Saracen: Yeah, no, it’s still basil.

Skulduggery: ...

Valkyrie: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?!

Valkyrie: Oh, right. The lying.

Tanith: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...

Skulduggery: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.

Valkyrie: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.

Saracen: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.

Dexter: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.

Gordon: Mental stability, my old friend!

Skulduggery: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

Anton: Oh, I would... but I don’t want to.

Dexter: Hey Anton, do you wanna help us?

Valkyrie: Yes.

Dexter: So... This is my full potential?

Dexter: So, then it's...

Valkyrie: All downhill from here.

Dexter: Like Skulduggery.

Valkyrie: I do not know what this Skulduggery is. But it sounds disappointing.

Tanith, in defeat: Let’s go.

Skulduggery, smugly, after security arrives to escort Tanith and Valkyrie out: So, do you wanna walk out of here or do you wanna be carried out?

Valkyrie: Wait.

Tanith: What?

Valkyrie: I’d kinda like to be carried out...

I'll probably do this for other fics that I want to write. Like, a heads up for some of the insane bullshit that's been hiding in my head for the past few months.

Valkyrie: And now for a gay update with Saracen and Dexter.

Dexter: Getting gayer.

Valkyrie: Thank you, Dexter.

[questionablequeeries]

Fangs biting, unable to breathe, swatting desperately, vision blurring. Dead.

Eddie woke up with a startled cry, instantly checking on his scars as if they’d suddenly begin bleeding again. When he deemed them sufficiently sealed, he fell back on his bed with a soft sigh, “Just a dream.” He mumbled, “You’re okay.” He felt a lazy little kiss to the scar creeping up his chin, turning to the man next to him with an apologetic smile, “Hey, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Steve nudged Eddie’s shoulder, “You never complain when I’m the one screaming. Or throwing sleep punches.” He murmured, sitting up in their bed, and Eddie couldn’t help reaching out and stroking his hair, “Besides, I’m ninety percent certain Wayne’s letting me live here only on the contingency that you have a bed buddy.”

Eddie snorted, “Shut up. Pretty sure Wayne thinks of you like the son he never had. Now he has a sports friend to watch sports with.” Although Eddie did actually sit down with them, usually with a book or a figurine to paint or something, but he still cheered and celebrated when they did despite never knowing why. He was actually beginning to suspect they were overjoyed at literally nothing just to fuck with him.

“Happy anniversary.” Steve smiled, “It’s been one year since we had our first kiss and our first date.” When he stood up, Eddie ogled his very hunky boyfriend’s very hunky body, and if anybody said that a man dressed in pajamas with little ice creams on them and an old Metallica shirt wasn’t absolutely pinnacle beauty, Eddie would be the first in line to fight them, “I’m gonna make us pancakes to celebrate.”

Eddie wouldn’t deny his Stevie’s delicious cooking, but he had to argue as he followed after the other, “I don’t think mouth-to-mouth and a trip to the hospital count as a kiss and a date, there, Snookums.”

He grinned when Steve rolled his eyes at the nickname, “I think it does. Plus, we have matching couples’ tattoos.”

“Steven, no, hypothetical bat scars aren’t tats.” It was time for Eddie to roll his eyes now. They often added ‘hypothetical’ to every Upside Down related thing around Wayne because it wasn’t technically breaking the NDA. Or maybe it was. Eddie hadn’t read it.

He smiled for a few moments before it dimmed, glancing to where his uncle was clearly focused on some old Western so he wouldn’t be eavesdropping, “I…I dreamed that I died.” He said softly, leaning against the wall as he watched Steve grabbing ingredients, “Sometimes I wonder if maybe I did die. Maybe this is all a dream.” He added, twisting his pig ring around and around. He let out an oof when he was suddenly wrapped up in a tight bear hug.

“Hey, no, you’re right here.” Steve rested his palm against Eddie’s chest when he pulled away, and Eddie felt the flicker of a smile at the sturdy warmth of it, “Sure feels like it’s beating. Besides, come on, what a bad way to go. Like, it would just be so lazy if the universe decided to drop you into our lives just to take you out again after only three days!” That smile turned into a grin as Steve continued with the dramatics he’d picked up from his boyfriend, “If you’d suddenly decided to be a hero by literally just standing there,” And now he flicked Eddie’s forehead, pulling a whine from the metalhead, “Still totally mad at you for that, by the way. Seriously! You thought running away from what you saw with Chrissy made you a coward and standing still when a flock of man-eating monsters was chasing after you was somehow a great way to make amends!” He let out a heavy sigh through his nose before he rested his head on Eddie’s shoulder, voice quieter, “If, after all you’d done to stay alive you’d been taken from us, from me, like that…I think I’d lose faith in whatever god’s calling the shots.” He pecked Eddie’s lips before moving back to the stove, point made.

Eddie watched for a few minutes, the smell of cooking food filling their new trailer, before he impulsively wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and peered over him to watch his hands work, “Happy anniversary to the day we told the universe that we make our own story.”

[sadclearance]

right hand

pairing: katsuki bakugo x male!reader

summary: 5 things bakugo uses his right hand for + 1 thing bakugo uses his left hand for *wrote with “left hand” being in mind as a prequel, but can also be read as a standalone 

category: fluff

warning(s): none

word count: 1500

key:

s/t - skin tone

i.

when they were in high school, midoriya izuku noticed that bakugo katsuki--his childhood friend and bully--always started fights with a right hook.

which was incredibly powerful, albeit predictable.

midoriya still remembers a specific sunny morning in their third year when this expected yet efficient move was used for something that wasn't exactly a fight. a second year had made the unbelievably stupid mistake of--

"watch it, dumbass!"

and immediately after bakugo caught y/n before he could fall on his ass, bakugo's right fist met with the second year's nose, successfully breaking it and scorching off the hairs of the kid's eyebrows.

at the time, nobody really thought anything of it. bakugo was protective of the few people that he considered--but would never outright admit--to be his friends, and y/n was one of them.

ii.

but it was at the christmas social event that was held for the third years to get a chance to make connections as well as have fun before the end of their student years that it became clear that it was much much more than just friends looking out for each other.

"what're you doing all alone?" kaminari asked as he leaned against the wall next to y/n.

"everyone's either flirting with pro heroes or kissing their asses, and i'm not really in the mood to do either."

"yeah, i can see that," kaminari snickered as mineta got slapped in the face by mount lady after both a series of terrible flirting and a horrendous attempt to literally kiss her ass.

"surprised you're not doing the same."

"well..." kaminari said as he pointed up. he was wearing a hat with a hanging mistletoe.

"how not unexpected," y/n laughed.

"you know the tradition," kaminari winked pointing at his lips.

"okay, okay. for the holiday spirit--"

and as y/n leaned in to give kaminari a peck, a strong right hand grabbed his chin, and his lips met with a pair that belonged to someone else.

kaminari was too shocked to be disappointed after being pushed away by none other than bakugo.

"fuck off, dunce face," bakugo said before crashing his lips against y/n's.

that was one hell of a way to find out that two of his best friends were dating.

iii.

bakugo's jealousy only got worse after graduation.

but to be fair, that was his own fault.

he may have chilled out since their time together as first years, but he was still a headstrong ambitious hero.

they didn't go public with their relationship because bakugo figured it would be distracting to his goal.

which was a decision that he immediately regretted when he remembered just how attractive y/n was--something that other people clearly appreciated as well.

y/n got gifts, compliments, and very suggestive comments wherever he went, which did nothing but fuel bakugo's anger and displeasure.

there was a solution to this problem, and it was to let it be known to the world that y/n was his and his only.

instead of doing what normal couples do and going to an interviewer or announcing their relationship on his social media accounts, bakugo decided to--

"so... y/n," the barista looked at the name she just wrote on the cup and then back to y/n. "are you seeing anybody?"

"what's taking so fucking long?" bakugo asked as he came up behind y/n, right hand harshly meeting y/n's left ass cheek.

"ow! what the hell? there's paparazzi right outside of the window," y/n scolded, gesturing toward the crowd of people with cameras on the other side of the glass wall.

bakugo's only response was to press a kiss against y/n's lips, smirking into it as he saw a flash of light in the corner of his eye, fully aware of the fact that his hand was still on y/n's ass.

iv.

when he saw a building crumbling on top of y/n, he knew what he had to do.

he had faced a similar obstacle to this in his first year of high school, when he was up against round face--ochako. she had collected rubble that he had unknowingly provided and gathered it all up to the sky, later using it as a weapon by making it rain down on bakugo.

a building, however, had much more stone than a collection of collateral concrete that an individual collected over only a few minutes.

"y/n!" he shouted.

recreating the move from his first year, he raised his right hand and released a massive explosion--one much larger than the original maneuver.

he had succeeded for the most part. small bits of rubble rained down on them, but it was more like getting hit by hail than being buried by a boulder.

"bakugo!"

the mentioned man gritted his teeth and pressed the rough fingers of his left hand into his terribly cramped and pained right hand.

"you overdid it, you idiot!"

y/n rushed to get medical attention, and bakugo reluctantly let himself be pulled around.

he would've crudely yelled back that he didn't need help, but the worried look on y/n's face stopped him.

"i'm not gonna die, dumbass," bakugo rolled his eyes. the words were intended to come off harsher, and more like bakugo insulting a subordinate for not being able to see the obvious, but they came out closer to a soft reassurance instead.

"do that again, and i'll kill you myself," y/n glared. he looked more like an angry puppy.

"as if you could even land a hit on m--"

y/n's lips shut him up.

"even though that was the stupidest thing i've ever seen, thank you for saving me," y/n smiled, rubbing soft circles into bakugo's right hand.

"'stupidest thing you've ever seen'..." bakugo grumbled.

v.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

it's been a habit to hold hands while doing almost anything since their time together at u.a.

hell, they used to hold hands throughout basically all of high school except during hero training.

subjects like math, language, history--they didn't require both hands. they only needed to write on a piece of paper, and they only needed their dominant hands for that.

so it comes as no surprise that that habit followed them to their pro hero years, pale left hand entwined with s/t right hand as they finish their paperwork.

bakugo's confusion was prompted by y/n's sudden fascination with his right hand.

"i rarely ever give this one attention," y/n shrugged.

"it's not its own being. like a pet or a person."

the look bakugo gave y/n told him that he was the biggest dumbass in history, but y/n ignored it in favor of responding, "still a part of you i rarely get a piece of."

"i hate the way you worded that, creep..."

"you're still blushing."

"in your fucking dreams!"

+i.

going to a nice place was somewhat out of the ordinary for the two of them.

bakugo was focused on being the top hero, and being the top hero meant sacrificing a lot of time.

y/n doesn't know what changed bakugo's mind so suddenly, but he wasn't about to reject a once in a lifetime opportunity.

"the breeze is so nice," y/n breathed in the fresh air of the beach.

he had ran up to the gorgeous ocean, cold water hitting his bare legs while he tried to convince bakugo to join him.

"not up to the challenge? that's rare," y/n teased, turning his back to him and going deeper into the sea.

"oh, shut your trap! i have a damn good reason."

"yeah, i'm sure you do. you sure you aren't just cold?"

"i said shut the fuck up!"

"okay, okay," y/n complied and entertained himself with the vibrant blue waves.

"i love you," came bakugo's voice abruptly.

"that's weird, you never say it first, especially not without any form or profan--" y/n turned around to give bakugo a ridiculous look, laughing as he did, only to stop almost immediately.

"fuck y--" bakugo had to stop his habitual reflex. "marry me... dumbass?"

bakugo with a nervous tone, one knee in the sand, struggling to not get up because of the annoying shifting and imbalance, and a ring in his hands was a priceless sight to see.

"yes! yes! yes!" y/n ran back to the dry sand.

bakugo grinned and accepted the kiss but broke it off sooner than he would've liked for the fear of dropping the ring and losing it to the waves.

he slid the ring on y/n's hand with a proud smile before y/n demanded to have the other ring.

"shit, calm down," bakugo laughed, but he couldn't help but feel happy that y/n was just as ecstatic.

although he was the one to say that, bakugo's left hand struggled to stay still as y/n put the ring on bakugo's ring finger.

"i love you," y/n pressed his lips against the trembling left hand once he was done.

with the rings safely on their hands, bakugo could freely go back to enjoying the treasure that was y/n's lips.

❥๑━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━๑❥

a/n;

a sequel exactly a month after

i like this format because i'm shit at transitions

i mean just look at the shift from iii to iv...

i had an idea for the right hand theme for a while now since the battle trials when izuku mentioned the right hook thing but i was like woah i could do it with this while writing left hand

[cielcius]

Hey hey hey!! Can I request for denki kaminari in the look section of ur new event??

The trope I chose is y/n getting amnesia :')

HC: S/o Getting Amnesia

Pairings: Kaminari x g/n!reader

A/N hello! I have to say that I loved writing this hc, so thank u for requesting it :) I hope u enjoy and have a lovely day/evening!

Notes/Warnings: reader gets amnesia, a mention of strangling, unedited i’m sorry literally everything is unedited rn 😭

you both met as pro-heroes

being only slightly experienced in the field, denki had come to cover for you as you slipped away for a final blow to the villain in secret, too busy trying to take down the villain to awe at how long the man held out as denki and the villain exchanged attacks

even after the battle, the first thing denki fell for was your smile

despite being covered in grime and a concerning amount of blood, you smiled and thanked him for saving you

“nah, you’re the real hero today. i was just your backup dancer.”

oup— 😳 sir, please, i might just catch feelings

and you did

after a few months of “coincidentally” meeting everywhere, denki finally asked you out and you continued on to happily date for a year

that’s when denki gets a call from the hospital one day

“mr. kaminari? i’m sorry to inform you like this over the phone, but mx. l/n has been in an accident. we’re currently holding them here at the hospital so if you could come—“

without even letting the nurse finish, denki had run to the hospital

many thoughts were rushing through his mind—fear that you might be on the verge of losing your life and hope that it was only a small accident and this was all just a big scare you had asked the nurse to pull on him

even if it was a sick joke that he knows you’d never pull, denki really hopes that this is all a joke

but when he gets to the hospital and meets your doctor, he’s shocked for minutes on end at what he’s told

you have amnesia

only having waken up about an hour ago, you seemed to only remember major things that were constant through your entire life like parents and such— but you have no memories of being a pro-hero

and that meant you had no memories of him

devastatingly heart-broken, denki walked to your hospital room and almost considered not seeing you at all, but he had to have hope, hope that you would retain your memories

plastering the biggest smile he could manage at the moment, denki opened the door and was met with your wide eyes, hostility tainting them as a stranger entered your room

“who are you?” with a hard voice, your words hit denki and hurt him a lot more than any other opponent he’s faced, and he has to turn around to blink back the tears before facing you again

he had to keep in mind of the context—he was just a stranger to you

“hey. my name’s kaminari denki. i’m—“ he gulps. “i’m your friend.”

had he said boyfriend, your reaction would have been too unpredictable, resulting in either unintentionally guilt-tripping you or you yelling at him to get out with the accusation of lying

either way, he didn’t want you to force yourself to develop feelings for him just because he claimed to be your boyfriend. no, he was gonna do this the long way if it meant helping you recover your memories or retaining a stable life with no memories

so he helps you do just that, showing you your apartment and taking turns with your parents every other week to watch over you

just as a month is nearing, you’ve been able to hold onto your job as a pro-hero, not letting your lack of memories stop you from fighting and it gives everybody around you a bigger ray of hope that you might get your memories back soon

including denki

he misses holding you in his arms, taking naps together on your days off, and even running small errands around the city—so long as the two of you were together

but just as he’s expecting for your memories to return any day now, he doesn’t expect to see another pro-hero laughing with you as he enters your apartment, a duffel bag in hand filled with clothes to last him for the week

it’s a coworker of his, another rising pro-hero that he regrets introducing you to weeks ago as he was trying to get you familiar with your surroundings

“oh, hey denki! sorry, he just stopped by to give me my favorite take-out.”

denki could only nod, barely acknowledging his coworker as he walks past the kitchen where you reside

“cool, cool. um, i’ll be in the living room then.”

later that night, denki had to steel himself to last through dinner and forced himself to eat the food that somebody else had brought you

clearly, his coworker was into you, and it was starting to become a two-way street

having turned denki’s weeks to watch you into nostalgic sleepovers, you both laid futons out in the living room, making small conversation before slipping under the covers

“hey, denks. what do you think of (coworker)?”

“... he’s a nice guy. why?”

it wasn’t like the two of you were showcasing your relationship as a pro-hero couple, denki respecting the fact that you wanted to keep as much of your life private as possible

but now he really wishes you had told of your relationship. maybe his coworker wouldn’t have made a move on you if the two of you went public

denki shakes his head. no, he doesn’t regret respecting your wishes. he shouldn’t.

“well, i think he’s kinda cute.”

he really shouldn’t regret respecting your wishes, but when you’re making it this hard for him, denki can’t help but let his demeanor fall in the dark

“oh, so what, you like him?”

“yeah, should I ask him out? I mean the worst thing he’ll do is say no, right?”

goodness knows that denki would just about strangle anybody for saying no to you, but if his coworker really did reject you, wouldn’t that mean that he still had a chance?

denki shakes his head again

he’s caught up in an internal affair amongst himself, with thoughts and memories that you no longer have

denki wishes he could be selfish, just this once, but when he turns his head to look at you, he sees your smile and that’s when he knows that he’’s lost you

that he can’t afford to be selfish at the price of your happiness

“right, you should go for it.”

as you bid each other good night, denki hopes that you didn’t catch the crack in his voice as he silently let a tear roll down his cheek

Break My Heart... Event! (Closed)

[grown-clone]

djtlhboxn marchups please!! my pronouns are they them and please dont give me an underage character i have no specific gender preference but since im 20 i wouldnt want someone younger so your hands are kinda tied.

now that thats said if i had a quirk i already know id use it for myself and not even try to be a hero and im convinced hero society should fall so do with that what you will. my mbti is entp if that means anything, im probably really annoying too but i can read cues and stop so i dont make someone uncomfortable (i dont stop if theyre a dick though)

i like anime and manga a lot clearly, i think im really funny but i guess older people just find me concerning. ive never worked a day in my life but im in a really good uni with a 4% acceptance rate so thats pretty cool, im not special for it or anything i just have decent memory and pressure to succeed drives me.

im crazy patienten with people, ive been spending the last 8 months getting closer to someone eith anxiety and we've had 0 issues so id say i could get along with anyone however long it takes. though i do like taking everything this slowly cause i am terrified of getting into rushed relationships - GOD like i can't explain it well, english ismy 3rd language. i dont want to just ever date someone because then you break up and i cant sleep around cause thats so boring to me so id need to take a long time of getting to know someone and then actually dating uhhh yes

anyway i guess my love language is quality time and im really awkward with physical affection

thank youu so much this was probably a lot thank you

OKAY OKAY OKAY i got JUST THE IDEA(this was also the perfect amount of information bby)

I MATCH YOU UP WITH----

FATGUM

Fatgum met you after you and your business partner Clone(who totally isn't the author) opened a new café a block away from his agency. Filled to the brim with treats and drinks, but you were tucked away on the other side of the Cafe with a mini library/bookstore, complete with all sorts of books, art supplies, computer/pc equipment and more! He caught sight of you flipping a page by waving at it with your hand, which was technically illegal quirk usage, but you weren't hurting anybody so he didn't really care. He thought you were smokin hot like a good meal, and your tattoos and piercing gave your overall look a sharp edge. He walked over to try a see about a book for Tamaki, and maybe your number. But when you looked up to see the hero customer waiting, the smile fell off your face. You were curt, maybe even a little cold, and simply gave him two of your recommendations and checked him out. Fatgum walked away over to Clone, the baker and maker who he actually never caught the name of, to pick up his takeaway of drinks and treats for his interns.

"Uh oh, that's a sad face there! Whats wrong big guy?" Clone asked. Fatgum handed over his Yen and sighed. "Your business partner over there doesn't seem to like me very much. I was hoping to get to know them!"

"Well, you're gonna have a hard time cracking that walnut! Y/N doesn't really like heroes, or how hero society turned out."

"What? How can you not like heroes?" Fatgum asked, already taking a bite out of a doughnut. Clone shrugged with a smile on her face, and tucked an extra couple of treats into the bag.

"Maybe you should try talking to them about it?"

Fatgum would have turned around and talked to you right then and there, had his youngest intern Kirishima not burst through the door begging for some backup. So he carried his snacks and off he went.

You peaked around the corner of a bookshelf, eyeing Clone with a fierce intensity. "Is he gone yet?" You stage whispered, and a few customers shot you a look or two for breaking the near-silence. You shuffled over an sighed. "Ugh, I thought he was never going to leave."

Clone rolled her eyes, moving to the kitchen to brew some more tea to chill overnight. "You're quite dramatic when it comes to heroes, aren't you Y/N?"

"Its not my fault that they're all selfish, money grabbing idiots who don't actually care about anything!!!!! UGH!! Did you SEE the way he was just staring at me?"

"You mean like he wanted to get to know you?"

You shoved Clone away, almost causing her to spill the sugar everywhere. "Ugh, you're so lucky I enjoy your presence. Otherwise I'd throw you against the wall and dump sugar everywhere with my Quirk." You sat on a stool and crossed your arms, humpfing like a child. Your quirk, Atom-force, let you manipulate nonliving matter atoms like telekinesis. But, you learned how to use it on peoples clothing to hold them in place, or remove all the oxygen from their lungs.

"You're lucky I didn't give Tashiro your number! I mean, you're friends with me and I'm a hero!"

"Clone, you're a vigilante. That's not the same thing. Heroism isn't what it used to be. Even in America, there's still more vigilantes than pro heroes. And the pros get all the credit!!! Its a broken system, I say. We should be able to freely use our quirks without being labeled as a villain."

Clone was about to respond to you until a scream echoed from the cafe. You both dashed out into the mess, tables turned over. Glasses shattered. Drinks spilt and tea cakes crumbled. You watched as a villain with prehensile hair tried to stab Kirishima, the young intern who frequented the cafe with Fatgum. While you may not agree with hero society, killing teenagers who were mostly untouched by the toxic workfield were OFF LIMITS. Especially the one who was always so respectful and nice to you.

"NO MA'AM. NOT IN MY CAFE!!!" You crossed your hands over each other and flung them to the side. The Villains ponytails snapped out in opposite directions. She screamed as her hair pulled her both ways. Clone's body seemed to seep red energy, and a long, red spear formed in her hands. She held it at the villains neck. You walked over to the red haired-hero in trainging, helping him up.

"That....was....so.....MANLY!!!!! Oh, sorry! HUMANLY!!!! Y/N, I didn't know you had a quirk like that!!! Amazing!!!" Kirishima momentarily forgot about the villain attack as he gazed at you with wide, energetic eyes.

"Kirishima!!!" Fatgum, slightly smaller due to his burnt fat, bolted over to his intern. "Hey there Red! You took a bit of a tumble, didn't ya? Oh, thank you kind civilian!!! Those two little heroes out there mean the world to me, but its hard to watch then twenty four seven, you kno-Oh! Its you!!! Well, thank goodness you guys are around!!!" Tashiro smiled at you, and nodded his thanks. You nodded out of respect and left.

"Mate, come ON!!!" Clone growled as she drug the villain out by her hair. You laughed.

That was the first time you really met Tashiro.

You walked aimlessly around the mall, simply needed to move and maybe impulse buy some shit you don't really need. Your apartment could use some decorating since you had just about paid off your student loans, you could afford to splurge. The cafe(called The Librewery) was doing excellent and, lets be honest, making bank. You had been offering your services to teach basic English to support item makers looking to reach out to I-Island. All in all, you were looking pretty stacked with Yen. Well, not stacked, maybe piled.

"Definitely enough to get these Pop figurines....Oh, and maybe that plant!!" you muttered to yourself in the home decor area. So with some figurines(and a couple herb plants for Clone because she's psycho for them) you head back to the cashier.

And smack into a very solid body.

"Oh, geez, I'm so sorry about-Hey you! Long time no see!." Tashiro's bright smile stared down at you, and you realized he was a lot smaller than he normally looked.

"Oh. Hey,uhhh...."

"You can call me Tashiro when I'm not on duty."

"Alright....I guess you can call me Y/N."

He nodded, offering out his hand. "Hey, lets go get some lunch, on me! My apology for running into you!!" You were about to object, when Tashiro's stomach did a perfect imitation of a whale's mating call. He stuck his hand behind his head and laughed awkwardly.

"Please excuse that! Patrol last night left me running on fumes, I was so tired I couldn't get myself to eat anything! And that's worrying for me!"

What the hell. It was a free lunch right? Maybe the you could afford one more pop figure.

SO here you sat, both of you munching on ungodly amounts of mochi and takoyaki. When Fatgum gets food, he gets the whole kitchens worth. You made small talk, and surprisingly your seething hatred of him for playing into a STUPID FUCKING SYSTEM OF QUIRK OPPRESSION AND FEAR TACTICS!!!!!! Actually ebbed away. He was nice!! And even sent you home with three meals worth of leftovers, promising to visit the cafe for another book for his shy intern. And honestly? You were looking forward to it.

That was the second time you really met Tashiro

It was the fifteenth time Fatgum had returned to the cafe, and the third time he brought both his interns.

"Hey there Y/N! Got any new recommendations for us?" Fatgum and Kirishima grinned mouth-hurting grins, while Amajiki clutched his arms and stared at the floor. You chuckled, and pulled two new manga's you had gotten in yesterday from under the counter. Kirishima grabbed his like a lifeline, flopping on a beanbag you had placed next to the counter. Amajiki simply sat at a table, after thanking you because he has manners, and silently read.

"I've got something a little different for you, Mr.Pro." You pulled a newer book from your personal shelf, Quirks, Quantities, and Queens: A collection of works from the survivors of the Battle of New Castle. The book was your first taste into the injustices of hero society after an en masse villain attack left thousands upon thousand of civilians homeless, defenseless, and in danger. After they began using their quirks to survive and fight back, the state of Delaware mass-arrested anyone caught using their quirk. It was bloody, brutal, and absolutely heartbreaking. "Maybe this will open up your eyes about the society we live in. You also might want to have the tissue ready for the poem by Amaya." you warned, passing him the book. Tashiro was open-minded compared to some of his pro-hero coworkers. He always read every article you sent, and immersed himself in your conversations about the hero world. And often times, he found himself agreeing with you.

"Actually Y/N, I was thinking maybe we could read them together? Maybe grab some snacks and have a little get together like at the mall?" And he just stared at you with his big wide eyes, full of the whatever emotion is similar to please say yes please say yes please say yes.

"I think that sounds great." You said.

"Oh, great! Its a date! WAIT no note a date! Like, a date....on a calendar....that we don't even have yet." He looked like a big, golden retriever who dropped his ball behind the couch. Totally betrayed by his own mouth. You laughed, knowing that Tashiro was not a man to cross boundaries, especially yours.

And that was the seventeenth time you really met Tashiro. And you found yourself enjoying every moment. So you continued to really meet him, and he really met you. Around a year later, he asked you on an official date and the night ended with you becoming his significant other. He took you into his agency, and you could see that this was a man who truly wanted to be a hero to save people, not for the money or the fame. He took you into an office in the back, and handed you a stack of books. It was every book you'd ever given him about quirk discrimination and hero society theory.

"I've uh, gone through all of these at least twice and whipped up a couple changes to the agency's policies I'd like to get your opinion on, what do you think?"

You think you've found someone, one of the last, who really wanted to do good for the sake of doing good. And it warmed your heart just a little bit. After you revised a few of the policies, Fatgum spread them around to several other agencies around Japan, and these policies eventually spread around the globe. The hit social media like wildfire, and you could see small changes here and there that seemed to make things easier on the little guy in the picture. Including the newly named "Heart of a Hero" law. A pro could vouch for any civilian who used their quirk for self-defense or defense of another, and all charges if illegal quirk usage would be dropped.

And you? You mother fucking did that you sexy bitch. You gave Fatgum books one day because he got you some banging mochi, and you butterfly effected a whole ass LAW. How does it feel to be that powerful, anon?

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tysm for reading, and I hope you like it!!!! I was originally going to go full villain for you, but I preferred to try the "Heart of gold freedom fighter" route and see where that went!!

[lassieposting]

Bit late and random but it's the anon you leave food out for here to give away I am also bi and I think exactly the same as you about bi val pretty much, every time Derek offers me representation my reaction is to slowly, hesitantly take it and say "thaaaaaaaaanks..." while rolling my eyes, in much the same way one accepts their least favourite flavour of sweet from an annoyingly enthusiastic uncle-type-individual. Ironically I feel I had more in common with her before the bi shit started up.

What I find really amusing is that Landy actually did reasonably well at representation when (and only when) he wasn’t trying. 

Oh god, this got long, anon, my ass rambled.

tldr; I'm glad actual bi people dislike bi val (or how Laundry handled bi val) as much as me, this will probably offend at least one person but i don't really care, Dirty Laundry wrote better rep when he didn't mean to write rep at all, and if he ever starts trying to "represent" groups I'm part of I'll take him out back like a dying horse and shoot him.

Like, yes. He had stupid and potentially offensive shit - I say potentially because what offends one member of a group won’t necessarily offend all of them. His attitude to mentally ill people is, frankly, disgusting. We’ve had “Skulduggery can’t be abused, he doesn’t have feelings”. We’ve had “eVeRyOnE iS bI eVeNtUaLlY”. We had Ping, who seemed to be pretty much universally offensive. And that's what's always going to happen when a straight, cis, white, wealthy, male author tries to write marginalised groups he doesn't know shit about, because inevitably he's going to fall back on stereotypes.

But we also had:

SEXUALITY REP: Phase One's nonstraight characters were treated like the straight ones, and like, isn't that the whole point? There was no need for a massive Coming Out Story TM to grab for those sweet sweet Woke Points, because sexuality isn't supposed to be important to mages. I never understood why Val needed that whole Coming Out Panic storyline. Like...Des and Melissa are ridiculously supportive, encouraging, loving parents. They accepted you dating a ~19 year old when you were ~16. They accepted you revealing you could do fucking magic and that you'd been lying to them for like seven years. They took your undead buddy in stride and the most pressing question your dad had was whether magic toilets exist. There is zero reason to think that "I'm bisexual" is gonna be the thing that makes them flip and throw you into the streets in disgrace, Valkyrie. Come on.

Tanith had girlfriends and it was just mentioned casually, because it's normal.

China had massive UST with Eliza. That was an opportunity right there to not only include a f/f relationship, but also to bring back one of the few precious surviving characters from Phase One, using characters and a relationship that already had several books' worth of setup and tension and interest from fans.

The Monster Hunters have a casual conversation about which one of the Dead Men they'd date.

Ghastly has a conversation with Fletcher about the pain he's been through being in love. He never uses any pronouns.

It was confirmed at one point re: the Dead Men that at this point, after 300-odd years, everyone's been with everyone else at some point.

Thrasher is gay, and while Scapegrace's...everything...is treated as a joke/comedic relief, Thrasher's love for him isn't. He's completely devoted to Scapegrace, and that in itself is not played for laughs, even though the rest of the scene usually is. Thrasher's description of their first meeting is essentially a love-at-first-sight situation for him.

"ABNORMAL" RELATIONSHIP REP: Age gap relationships are normal for mages. Off the top of my head, using only canon, canon-implied or almost-canon ships:

Ghastly/Tanith (~350 year age difference)

Tanith/Sanguine (~250+ year age difference)

Tanith/Saracen (~350 year age difference)

Caisson/Solace (~250 year age difference)

China/Gordon (~400 year age difference)

Kierre/Temper (~500+ year age difference)

If you include fan ships, there's also things like Mevolent/Serpine or my Mevolent/Vile, which are both ~600 year minimum age gaps based on the timeline, or Valdug (and its variations) which is ~400 years.

Now, whether you consider this kind of rep positive or negative is up to you, but it’s there.

MENTAL ILLNESS REP: more like "Which characters in this series don't have a mental illness or a personality disorder?" I have some of these issues, but not all of them, so this is just how I read it, but:

ADHD: Skulduggery

Dissociative Identity Disorder: Skulduggery & Vile

Dissociation: Skulduggery again, most notably in DD and DB

Schizophrenia (or similar): Valkyrie & Darquesse, Valkyrie "seeing" Darquesse's ghost thing in Phase Two

Impostor Syndrome: Reflectionie

Autism: Clarabelle

Trauma/PTSD/CPTSD: Skulduggery, Valkyrie, China, Ghastly, Erskine...pretty much everyone has a believable, understandable, morally grey trauma response in this series. People struggling with trauma are spoilt for choice of characters to see themselves in.

TRAUMA REP: This series is a trauma conga line, but everyone has a believable, understandable, morally grey trauma response in this series. I see little bits of myself in more than one Phase One character.

Childhood Abuse (of varying degrees & types): Skulduggery, Carol & Crystal, Omen, Fletcher, Ghastly, China, Bliss, Sanguine...

Estranged Family: Skulduggery abandoning his crest, Fergus & Gordon, China & Bliss

Bad Romantic Relationship: Skulduggery is also very clearly an abuse victim. He’s got a solid history of romantic attachments to women who manipulate, use and gaslight him for their own agendas.  There's a whole paragraph in SPX about how Abyssinia broke him down, isolated him from his friends and preyed on his desperate need to be loved, all classic abuse tactics.

And I’m personally a huge fan of this backstory for two reasons:

1) Society likes a plucky victim in media. The "My suffering made me stronger" type of victim. And it's not always like that in real life. Not all survivors come out of their abuse stronger or kinder or more understanding. Some of us come out cold and fucked up. Some of us end up as emotionally stunted, bloodied-nails-and-bared-teeth survivors, broken in ways that can't be fixed and sustained by enough rage to power a small sun. But society doesn't like to tell the story of that kind of survivor, because we're not usually a likeable protagonist. When we're shown in media, we're usually the sympathetic villain, or maybe the antihero. But Skug is someone who's done awful things and lost pretty much all his faith in humanity and been burned more times than he can count, and he still makes the conscious choice to try and be the good guy when he could so easily go Evil Supervillain on the world, and I don't know about any of y'all, but I've modelled myself on him in that. I've made the choice to do something good when all I really want to do is just become a horrible, shrivelled ball of nastiness and revenge. And that's because I saw him do it and realised that I could do that too.

Skug is an incredibly capable, strong, masculine Man's Man. He gets in fights all the time, and he usually wins. He's military, an industry that's Really Bad for stigmatizing weakness and mental illness, and he's right up at the top of the hierarchy. Almost everyone is afraid of him. He's a straight up cold-blooded killer. Skulduggery Pleasant is precisely the type of person who's not normally portrayed as a victim of anything. Nothing about him screams "victim" at all. But his abuse history is insidious. He's so conditioned to respond in a certain way to abuse from the women in his life, probably from a very young age, that despite all that strength and capability and stubbornness and ego, he just goes along with it. And it's an established pattern going back hundreds of years. He keeps going back to China, even though he knows she's bad for him and his friends keep telling him to stay away from her. Abyssinia latched onto him when he was traumatized and vulnerable and weaponized it against him to make him easier to control - and when she reappears, hundreds of years later, she jumps straight back into using, tmanipulating and gaslighting him and not only does he let her, he doesn't even seem to realise that behaviour is abusive. He thinks it's normal! That's how he's always been treated by his long-term girlfriends, with the notable exception of Wifey. Even when Val is being fucking nasty to him in the first couple books of Phase Two, sniping and lying and blaming him for everything under the sun, he just takes it. There's no attempt to tell her she's being unreasonable, no telling her to fuck right off and give her head a wobble, no defending himself even when she's bitching over something that isn't even his doing. And this is a man who has an absolutely gleaming steel spine the rest of the time; Skug has no problem saying no to anybody else, but he can't get past the way he's been taught to treat the important ladies in his life. Skug is a walking reminder that anyone can be a victim of abuse, even the ones who seem least likely to be susceptible.

GENDER REP: This one is the most iffy out of the bunch and definitely was not done very well in the eyes of the people who matter most, but I'll include it anyway because it mattered to some.

So there's Nye, who's...agender? Genderless? And uses "it" pronouns? Nye was generally considered horrible rep because it's also a war criminal and experiments on people and I've seen people say "Well I don't want to be seen like that" but? It's still possible to be a war criminal and also genderless. I never saw the two things as being related or relevant to each other.

There's also Mantis, who's in exactly the same gender/pronouns boat as Nye and always seems to be forgotten about, which sucks because Mantis is a war hero. It fought for the Sanctuary during the War and they never lost a battle when it was in command. It's called out of retirement to fight for the Supreme Council in LSODM, ends up fighting alongside Skulduggery during the Battle of Roarhaven, and ultimately dies attempting a very brave, very risky strategy. Mantis is, unreservedly, one of the good guys. It was also my introduction to sentient beings using "it" pronouns, and did it in a way that felt natural, so when I met my first person online who used "it" pronouns and hated to be referred to as he/she, it was...weird, but not as weird as it would otherwise have been, because I was like, "Oh yeah, like the Crenga. Okay."

And then there's the Scapegrace sex change plotline, which...I might have an unpopular opinion on this one. From what I’ve seen, trans people don’t seem to think was handled well or with any sensitivity at all. I’m not trans, so if the trans community says he was being offensive to them, I’m not going to claim otherwise. But...I first read the Scapegrace plotline as a young teenager in a tiny rural school with zero diversity, going through a period of being deeply confused about my own gender identity. He was more or less my first introduction to the idea that genitals =/= gender. I was relieved, at that point in my life, to read someone having a lot of the same thoughts I was having about being in the wrong body. So while it may have been badly done and yeah, the series would probably have been better without it, it did make at least one kid suspecting she might not be cis go “Huh! So there are other people who feel like this.”

Thrasher is also implied to be legitimately trans/gender-questioning, and that's not played for laughs either.

So? Phase One, while it absolutely had faults and issues and things that were just "Oh god why", was actually full of rep, at least compared to the other series that I read as a child/teen. But? As soon as Dirty Laundry started trying to be woke? He fucking sucks ass at it. Aside from confirming Phase One's hints that Skug has a background of abusive relationships, every single attempt at shoehorning rep into Phase Two is Bad.

The painfully OOC, forced, badly-written awkwardness of Val suddenly being rabidly horny for women out of fucking nowhere. The stilted, forced cringiness between her and any of the women she's flirted with - contrast that with Sorrowscorn's interactions, full of natural chemistry that had us all like 👀 I mean, I never shipped Val/Melancholia, but I could always see why people did - they had miles more chemistry than Val/anyone in Phase Two.

The fucking mess that is v*litsa, because if someone says "I'm really not interested in friendships/relationships right now", clearly the route to true love is to bulldoze their boundaries and forcibly insert yourself into their life and proceed to treat them like a delicate soft uwu flower, completely ignoring the horrible things they've done, while gleefully damning their best friend as an irredeemable monster for the exact same things, which is. You know. Gonna affect your so-called love's self-confidence and self-esteem because she knows she's no different to him. Y'all know I love an angsty ship, an unhealthy ship, a ship with fucked power dynamics, but I literally cannot roll my eyes any further back in my head at this shit. I never read Demon Road, but from what I've heard from friends who did, it does seem like every time Laundry tries to write an f/f ship, he comes up with a cringey abusive/manipulative caricature and tries to call it rep, and he needs to Stop.

Val's Mental IllnessTM arc. It's funny how he wrote Skulduggery as a wonderfully complex character with deep-rooted psychological damage and long-lasting trauma, but believes he wrote a character with "no feelings" - but when he tries to delve into the damage the world of magic has done to Val, he turned her into a weak, whiny drug addict who treats everyone around her like garbage and is so selfish and dislikeable that I? Honestly can't even reconcile Phase Two val with Phase One val. They're two completely different people. He's shown on Twitter that he doesn't have any respect for mentally ill people, and it shows. Other mentally ill people might see it differently, but the whole thing just makes me go "yikes".

Never, who has no personality outside of being genderfluid, and whose pronouns make no sense. I'm sorry, I have never met an nb person who insists that you change from male to female pronouns multiple times in a sentence, every time you refer to them. It's confusing as fuck. Now I have been told that Never has apparently received some character development in the last couple books, and if so, fair play, but I quit reading after Midnight, and Never and the rest of the personality-less new characters introduced in Phase Two who just seemed to be 2D Stereotypes to snag Woke Points were a big part of why, so. Development too late, I'm afraid.

(Now, if anyone is looking for a well-written genderfluid character, I recommend the Tawny Man trilogy by Robin Hobb. I have a lot of issues with her as a writer, and unfortunately I hate her POV character which puts me off the series as a whole, but she wrote the Fool/Amber/Lord Golden and their gender identity/approach to sexuality with so much more respect and realism. That is the kind of rep nb people should be getting: 3D, complex, realistic characters whose gender is only a tiny fragment of their personality, not the be-all-and-end-all of their existence. You know. Like cis people get. Nobody wants to be represented by a 2D cardboard cutout stereotype.)

Anyway idk how much sense this makes it just really amuses me that Laundry would include all this rep completely unintentionally and then go on Twitter and remind us all that actually he's a massive asshole via insensitive/offensive tweets about the groups he'd actually done a fair job of including (i.e. Skulduggery has no feelings, mentally ill people should find another series to read, the bullshit about Val being "heteromantic bisexual" on Twitter and then spouting all the "the woman she loved uwu" shit in the books (proving he has no idea what he's talking about), eVeRyOnE iS bI eVeNtUaLlY. He can only write half-decent rep when he's not trying and he inevitably outs himself as having a really shitty attitude towards those people anyway, proving that ultimately it's all either unintentional rep or performative wokeness.

[tsukki-rising]

-staring-

pairing: Jirou Kyouka x Gn!Reader

genre: fluff

summary: Recently you’ve started daydreaming while watching your crush Jirou. She notices but assumes you’re mad at her over something and doesn’t know what to do about it until Denki decides to intervene. 

word count: 1.3k

warnings: misunderstanding as a plot device

Denki walked over to Jirou standing in the common room kitchen, thinking of something funny to say just because he likes to see her smile, even if its at the expense of his dignity, as it so often is. But as he got closer he could see she didn't look in the mood, quite the opposite in fact, she looked to be in some sort of mental distress. The electric boy definitely knew how hard thinking could be.

"What's with the face Rockstar?" he knew she appreciated his acknowledgment of her musical passions even if she whined of his nicknames being embarrassing or cheesy.

It seemed she was really focused, not even noticing the bubbly blonde walking over as she got spooked by the sudden noise. "Huh?" she looked up, assessing her surroundings and coming back down to earth.

"You seem really thinky, what's it about?", he perches up on the counter beside her and gives his full attention.

"It's nothing just- I'm probably just overthinking things but" Jirou lowers her voice, mindful that they are in a public space in the dorms, "Ivy keeps looking at me in this way like they're thinking really hard and I think they might be mad at me but I don't know what I did."

"You mean like that" Denki had looked around as soon as your name was mentioned because he remembered seeing you before chatting up his favorite classmate. Now he saw you again from his new vantage point, you were clearly staring daggers at Jirou and so focused you didn't even notice the electric boy looking back at you.

Jirou froze up, stiff as a board "Oh god they're right there?!" she was slightly panicky, "I should apologize. I should ask what I did and apologize so its sincere and I know not to do it again." It looked as if she was formulating a plan in her head as she said it, eventually starting to mumble out all the possibilities for what she could've done, looking almost like Midoriya when he writes his hero notes.

"Hey" Denki interrupts "I know you Jirou, you are the most considerate, shy person I know and you never step on anybody's toes, you are not a problem." Denki himself becomes perplexed at the prospect of someone disliking Jirou. "If they've got a problem with you, I've got a problem with them cause you are literally the best and their distaste with you is baseless"

His last words really pull Jirou out of her thoughts "woah... big words there Denki", she giggles lightly into her palm. She was so taken aback she didn't grasp the meaning of his sentiments till he came up with his own plan.

"I'm just gonna go ask them what their problem is." he hops off the counter immediately and starts his trek to the common room's couches where you reside. He starts off so fast that Jirou doesn't have the chance to stop him without making a scene of yelling or attempting to block his path. She turns back to stare, horrified at the counter, dreading the next few minutes.

Suddenly the view of your crush is completely eclipsed by a hand snapping in your face. You blink rapidly and try to get your head of of the daydreams you were just reveling in.

"Hm?" is the only thing you can muster at the sight of your classmate Denki standing in front of you looking less than his normal humorous self.

"Why do you keep looking at Jirou like that?" he asks, looking more serious than you've ever seen him.

Oh gods. You've been caught. And by her boyfriend no less. This could not be worse. You really should've paid more attention to your surroundings, you just couldn't help falling into daydreams about her.

"I'm sorry" you quickly blurt out, embarrassed. "I just- I wasn't thinking. I know you two are together I'm sorry for staring she's just- I just-" you're quickly working up into a ramble but you're cut off by the the look on Denki's face. His brows are furrowed and eyes wide, looking at you like you're speaking an alien language. You are horrified for the second that it lasts before it morphs into an expression that would warrant a lightbulb flickering to life over his head. He gasps then breaks into laughter.

"OH. HA, oh my god you don't hate her you just like her! Dude you had this really intense look on your face, it was confusing" He resolves like everything is explained, you however are still confused.

"What? Look?... You're not mad?" Seriously, is this a dream? You are beyond confused.

"Uh yeah. Look. You were looking all intense like" he pauses for a moment to think of a comparison when he spots his hot headed friend also in the common room, "like how Bakugo looks at Midoriya like he's plotting his demise", he laughs as the attention of said classmate has caught on your conversation. "Oh and no, we're not dating so I don't care if you like her-" it seemed like he had a little more to say before Bakugo stepped in to defend himself.

"I don't plot dumbass! I'm not some evil villain!", the blonde yells from his couch.

Never missing a beat or a chance to tease his explosive friend, Denki responds "Aww do you like Deku like Ivy likes Jirou?", he giggles in the second he has before he has to dodge a precisely aimed explosion from Bakugo and start running from more oncoming attacks, leaving you reeling and trying to digest his final words to you.

So they weren't dating. And he didn't care that you had a crush on her. This was a relief even if you knew yourself well enough to know you still didn't have the guts to do anything about it.

Though you totally forgot that Jirou was in the common room the entire time and most definitely heard every single word of that conversation. That is, you forgot until she walked up to you.

Jirou didn't even really know what she had to say. She was just overwhelmed with the relief of knowing her crush didn't despise her, in fact, liking her back.

When you do see her in front of you, you stand and start your apologies once again. Even if she wasn't in a relationship, you're feelings probably made her uncomfortable. "I deeply apologize. I should've kept my feelings hidden and to myself. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable, I-"

You're stopped when she speaks up, "That's really why you were always looking at me?"

You're caught off guard but respond immediately "Yeah."

She smiles shyly and cups your face in her hands, bringing her forehead to rest against yours. She doesn't make eye contact out of initial embarrassment but then flicks her gaze up to you, hoping to convey her emotions. For good measure though she kisses you sweetly.

"I like you too, Ivy", you're frozen, looking back at her, dazed. She continues, "I was worried because I've liked you for a while and I noticed how you'd look at me. I thought you hated me." she giggles now at the misunderstanding.

"Of course not. You- You're so wonderful Jirou." You confess. Finally. "I hated that I liked you so much, hated that I didn't have the guts to tell you."

"Then you've got nothing to worry about anymore."

And the two of you leave time behind as you stay there embracing and letting your mutual feelings be known to each other.

[winterrose527]

The Favor: Part 3, London, England

psychotically posting for the second time today to hopefully cheer up @amillcitygirl who is having a lousy Monday. This is the third and final part, I hope you all enjoy! This was such a fun prompt!

(Part 1) (Part 2)

London, England

It was raining once again, but she was used to it and in all honesty it suited her mood.

“It’s like this city doesn’t understand the importance of a good blow out,” Marg complained as she lowered the umbrella so that it was fully encasing them.

She smiled, “I told you it wouldn’t be worth it.”

“Well I’m sorry we can’t all throw our hair into a low bun and look like a perfect Parisan girl with poreless skin!” Marg argued.

She fought the urge to roll her eyes, knowing that Margaery was in a mood because she’d been in a mood.

It was impossible not to be. Not when they’d figured out on the way to Milan that she’d actually found him. Robb. Her Robb. The boy she’d thought of after every bad date. The one who’d become her stand-in for a prince from a fairy tale.

When Harry had cheated on her during her first year at Cambridge, she’d told herself somewhere out there is a boy named Robb who would never do this to me.

She understood logically that this was ridiculous. That she didn’t know him from Adam and he might be a full-blown sociopath. But the point of a fantasy was that you didn’t have to get bogged down in reality.

And in her fantasy, Robb was the one boy in the whole world who would never hurt her.

Except, he wasn’t a boy anymore. He was a man. That was the only explanation for how she hadn’t recognized him.

He had been beautiful when he was younger, now though he was… it made her body tingle just to think about him. He’d grown a beard, he was broader, there was… wisdom in those blue eyes of his.

And the fact of the matter was, that over the years, she’d forced herself to think about him less. It wasn’t to be, she was never going to see him again and she knew that and it wasn’t healthy for anybody measuring up real guys to a figment of her imagination.

But then they’d been on the train to Milan, trying to figure out what photos to post and what to caption them, and she’d gone to the kissing picture.

“You have such a type,” Marg laughed. “I can spot them from a mile away.”

“Well can you blame me? Look at him,” she noted. Then she did just that. “No wait, look at him. That’s… that’s him… that’s Robb!”

“No it’s not, don’t be ridiculous,” Marg told her.

“Pull up that post- I swear to God it’s him,” she said.

Marg opened her phone and scrolled through Instagram and found her post. They put the phones side by side.

“Oh… oh my god,” Marg said.

“It was him,” Ella realized, leaning back against her seat. “He was right there… and I… ran away.”

“El…,” Marg lamented.

“It’s fine,” she shook her head, “I’m fine. I’m just being stupid.”

Margaery looped her arm through hers and leaned her chin on her shoulder, “Want to know what I think?”

Ella felt her lip quivering and nodded before leaning her head on top of Marg’s.

“I think, that fate has a plan for the two of you,” Marg told her, “And I’ve read enough mythology to know that you don’t stand a chance against it.”

Ella let out a teary laugh, “I’m so glad you’re a Classics major.”

“That,” Marg pointed to the picture of Robb from the day before, “Is a hero, if ever there was one.”

She wasn’t so sure that she needed a hero. But a boyfriend that looked like him would be pretty nice.

Though she’d tried her best, she hadn’t been able to get out of her funk. Marg had come all this way only to be at her side as she sulked her way through Italy.

So when they’d woken up this morning and Marg had determined she didn’t care whether it was touristy or not, they were going on the London Eye today, she hadn’t had it in her to deny her.

They’d stopped at Bluebird for a coffee and breakfast, Marg smiling coquettishly at the Chelsea boys who lingered by their table. None of them interested her though.

She’d convinced Marg to take the tube, telling her there was more to London than black taxis, and that she had to get used to it as she’d be taking it every day. That or the bus. She hadn’t really figured it out yet.

Living in Chelsea wasn’t the most convenient neighborhood of London to live in to attend the London School of Economics, but her family had a townhouse there that no one was using so it had made sense. Plus she loved Chelsea, she always had. And the townhouse. The fact that she could walk across the bridge and be at Battersea Park. That she could walk a few blocks in and be in South Kensington, at the Victoria & Albert Museum. Her mother had always used London as their jumping off point for their overseas travels, so it had always felt a little like home.

When she’d gone to her undergrad at Cambridge, her and her friends would come down for long weekends and reading weeks, alternating nights at Raffles and indie shows in Camden.

And now she was living here, full time. That was enough to bring a smile to her face as they stepped onto the London Eye, hooking her arm through Marg’s.

They were the first to step on and Marg took advantage by determining the perfect spot for them to stand, and they settled in, grabbing their phones. She was sort of glad that Marg had suggested this, she’d never do it on her own and it really would be a great way to see the city.

Soon the capsule filled up and she felt them starting to move.

“No stop it I’m not doing that,” they heard a voice behind them say, “Because it’s different for girls!”

“Just-“

“No Theon! You want to do it so bad, you do it,” they heard.

“Excuse me, people are trying to enjoy the majesty here,” Marg suggested.

She covered her mouth to hide her laugh, squeezing Marg’s arm.

“Oh I’m sorry,” they heard and turned around, “You see my friend here he-“

“Ella?” a voice asked.

No not a voice. That voice.

That had been different too. More developed. Deeper. Sexier.

“Robb?” she wondered.

“Wait Ella Ella?” one of his friends asked, looking her over, “Okay, now I get it.”

“Oh my god it is you!” Marg laughed pointing at Robb.

He was even more handsome than she remembered, standing there with rain drops in his curls. He was tan, clearly having just been on his own holiday, an adorable strip of pink on the bridge of his nose.

His eyes were wandering over her, a smile growing on his face.

“Hey I –“

“No!” he held his hand up, “Just… shush for a second.” She glanced at his friends who were openly gaping at him. Marg was smirking. Robb reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and handed it to her. “Please just put your full name and telephone number and I don’t know… maybe an emergency contact in there – and then I’ll kiss you in front of whatever landmark you want me to. I’ll kiss you at the DMV. I’ll kiss you at the Post Office. I don’t care, I’ll kiss you anywhere and everywhere just while I… please don’t run away again.”

“We’re literally on a giant ferris wheel where the fuck do you think she’s gonna go?” his friend asked.

“Shut up, Theon,” Robb and their other friend said.

She took his phone, trying not to smile, and typed Ella Baratheon and then her telephone number into his phone. She looked at it to make sure that it saved, and then opened up his contacts again to double check before handing it back to him.

His eyes hadn’t left her and he shook his head, “It is you… right?”

It had been a long time since she’d channeled her inner Audrey, but she couldn’t help but smile and ask, “Didn’t I tell you in Paris that we’d meet again?”

“Oh my god,” Marg murmured.

“I’m Theon by the way,” Theon stage whispered to Marg.

“Are you seriously hitting on me in the middle of our friend’s five year meet-cute?” Marg asked him.

That seemed to shame Theon who promptly shut up.

“I didn’t know it was you, in Rome,” she told Robb. “I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have run away I… it’s you.”

Robb smiled and he nodded, “It’s me.” Then looked around, “Some guy you kissed in Vienna isn’t going to jump out and kick my ass, is he?”

She laughed and shook her head, “No… that was a two time thing. Promise.”

“Told you,” Robb said to his friends, but his eyes stayed on her.

“Marg?” she asked.

“Yeah El?” Marg responded.

“Get your camera ready,” she told her.

And with that she leapt into Robb’s arms. As though he’d been about to reach out and grab her anyway, he caught her easily. His lips pressed against hers and though the other kisses had been good, this one was better because it was him and he didn’t want her to run away and he was holding her like he’d stop her if she tried.

One of his hands moved up her back and went into her hair before cupping her cheek, kissing her deeply, as though he’d been just as miserable as she was these last few days.

“We’ve got the picture,” Theon informed them after they’d been kissing for at least a minute.

“From multiple different angles,” their other friend sighed.

“Lean her back a bit more,” Marg suggested.

She started laughing against Robb’s lips as he started laughing against hers. They broke apart but he kept holding her and she leaned her cheek against his as they turned.

“Hi I’m Ella,” she greeted his friends.

“Jon, nice to meet you,” one of them said.

“I’m Theon,” the other one said, “And you owe me a trip to Ibiza because he ruined mine moping about you.”

“I’m sorry,” she laughed, “What if I um… convince Marg here to let you buy her a drink?”

“Ella!” Marg chided.

“Oh come on Marg,” she grinned, and just as Marg had five years earlier, she teased, “I dare you.”

[the-littlefangirl]

TFATWS episode 1 rewatch commentary

The first scene was so beautiful. I loved that we didn't start directly with the fight sequence. It feels way closer to the quiet beginning of CATWS and I love it so much.

The title is also SO NEAT, music's on point too but hey it’s Henry Jackman the one thing I’m sure it’s going to be great overall is the score.

The choreography is AMAZING, really well shot. Sam shielding himself with only one wing was MA-JES-TIC.

“WHAT'S UP” EXACTLY SAM EXACTLY

I did feel so uncomfortable in regards to the military aspect of it. Not that I was expecting anything else, but both here and in Captain Marvel the military we're good guys < 3 propaganda is so blatant and ugh:/ At least there wasn’t a literal recruitment spot like with CM. 

The yellow filter in the Tunisia scene BYE please stop with the yellow filters 2k21

"I've been working with the Air Force for six months now" So, did Sam even catch a break at all after Endgame? Or did he just throw himself to work like SOMEONE did after being iced for 70 years. Hmmm? Sam????

"Essentially, these people, they want a world that's unified without borders" OH NO! HOW AWFUL, how evil of these bad guys smh

Joaquin: SO about Steve

Sam: :)))))) nope

"Moon stuff" SAAAM

#1 cry with Sam's speech, full on chills.. Fuck. Me. His voice about to break before saying thank you bYE.

Shady politician: "It was the right decision" (FUCKKKKK YOUUU)

Rhodey: *press any key to doubt *

I need someone to analyze the different curation of the two exhibits pretty please

NOT THE PHOTO POST-AZZANO JFC. That photo is my weakness, Bucky sweetie (also I find hilarious that usually when there are articles about Stucky and/or #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend they aaaalways use that photo LMAO)

In case someone wants to read the transcription of the texts about Bucky: "In 1944, while on a mission to thwart a Hydra weapon transport in the Alps, Barnes was thrown from a train and believed to have been killed in action. It wasn't until 2014, over seventy years later, that it was revealed that Barnes was alive, having been found by Hydra operatives. Captain America himself (i can't read) the effort to bring Barnes in only to later aid in a escape from custody having been convinced of his innocence. Steve's loyalty to his old friend, coupled with his refusal to sign the Sokovia Accords, led to the dissolution of the Avengers and drove the Captain into hiding with other like-minded Avengers including Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, and Sam Wilson. The current whereabouts of Barnes remains unknown, habing been labeled a fugitive following his escape from custody."

"current wherabout unknown" but not the government, interesting. Also, pretty good summary of CACW from the public's perspective, although one of the things I always wanted to see explored was the public's reaction of the fallout of them going into hiding after Civil War (which I'm hoping we'll get to see a little bit of in Black Widow).

Interesting point about the 70 years without having Captain America. Clearly the sacrifice play wasn't enough this time to fuel the nationalism so they went with a squeaky clean John Walker instead.

Sam saying the shield belongs to Steve I'm going to cry now excuse me. Sam. Sam sweetie.

The No. 1 Captain America comic in the display ugH fuck yes

See this is how you do a cameo that has actual meaning. Thank god for Malcolm Spellman being a competent writer. That scene was so well written.

HAVE YOU PRAISED ANTHONY MACKIE'S PERFORMANCE TODAY?? Holy shit that last shot fucked me up.

I'm loving the use of the wide shots, especially in the flashback. The camera movements are in synch with The Soldier's state of mind and mission focus, so good.

EVERYONE STAND UP FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM aka The Winter Soldier theme composed by Henry Jackman.

Without a doubt the most brutal TWS fight scene there has been, People involved in Punisher and John Wick are involved in this and it SHOWS. 

For the record, still stands that the only time we've seen him chocking someone with his right hand instead of the metal arm remains the Maria Stark assasination. I know it's probably because of blocking and the way the shot was composed but the implications are still bone chilling. God.

Uhhmmmm I'm very ambivalent about the "Hail Hydra". On one hand, it was 100% fanservice and the internet is probably going to go insane over it, and the dead way Sebastian Stan delivered the line. Good shit. Buuut what I love about CATWS is the way Bucky never, ever ever, mouths Hydra rethoric, and even when Pierce tries to gaslight him with it, it's just an empty effort. The Winter Soldier isn't doing anything because of ideological loyalty to Hydra, even if it's product of brainwashing, it's just sheer dehumanization. They don’t need him to say the words because he’s just An Asset. There are people who have put it more eloquently but yeah, I rather go with the fanon interpretation of that aspect.

The music growing louder with the shot of the keys. GOD.

I'm fine this is fine.

#2 cry with the therapy scene of fucking course.

The government monitoring Bucky is noooot going to end well lmao.

"We need to know that you're not gonna * slowmo stabbing motions *

Bucky: * nodding along slowly * 

I laughed out loud.

"It's passive agressive" I love him.

The way this scene just sucker punched me in the face, made me weep and then had me cracking up. Amazing.

Therapist: You can't do anything illegal

Bucky: yup yup check checkity check. What IS considered illegal tho?

*aggresive tablet finger pressing *

"Then why isn't it rule number one?" Bucky your Steve is showing.

I love the close up shot. I'll keep saying it. It's so good.

"I'm James Bucky Barnes" yeah you are🥺

That smile is nightmare fuel LMFAO I love it.

Uhm the way I'm kinning Bucky it's not funny anymore damn

That whole “are you lashing out at me” rambling is really reminiscent of the bar scene in CATFA and how he lashed out at Steve after Peggy left. Uhm yeah fuck.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "Peace"

"That is UTTER BULLSHIT" "You're a terrible shrink"

yeah ugly crying to ugly laughing speedrun for me

"You're free" "To do what?" jesus. That entire scene. #3 and #4 and #5 cries for moi.

Ugh that Brooklyn shot. Someone needs to do a gifset compairing it to the one in CATFA asap.

"It's like Monique but it's got a "U" in there for uniqueness" "That's absurd" LMAO

"You can't keep fighting with your neighbors" uHM * redacted redacted i'm shifting into 1940s mode abort abort *

"Nobody passed 90" "So young. Such a shame" FGADHGA

🥺🥺 yes flex those flirting skills good for you

"It's a dance to this things. You can't… you gotta warm up and I haven't danced since 1943. Feels like." #6 cry I completely broke down into tears with that.

This Yori storyline is going to punch me in the face with a metal fist. Great!

The TWS theme when he looks at Yori fuuuuuck.

GREAT LET'S GO TO LOUISIANA THAT WAS GETTING HEAVY.

Those shots of Sam in the car. Immaculate. Showstoping. Yes.

Marvel, what if instead of promoting the military industrial complex you put a lot of publicity about cars?

"Uncle Sam!" LMAO subtle.

Everyone trying to have the wings lmao same.

I've only had Sarah for a day but etc. Brooklyn 99 meme

Good mirroring about Steve and Sam family's legacy. Good shit. Goooood shit.

Sam is trying so hard ouch my heart. I can't imagine how painful the scene with them reuniting must have been. He 100% still feels a lot of guilt about being gone for those 5 years (and even longer before that).

"Maybe it is time for us to move on" uuuuuuuuuuh

"To the rescue" "Always" 🥺🥺 i love them so much already

That shot outside the restaurant is so beautiful. Can't wait to see the night scenes in Madripoor tbh.

"I tried the whole online dating thing. It's pretty crazy". Uhm well that is something that Bucky Barnes has now said. In canon. Damn.

"It's a lot" "You sound like my dad" LMAO

Every Bucky fanfic trope speedrun with this scene

"Wow you really can drink" OH you have no idea

Just realized we don't even know her name, well.

"You have any siblings?" "I have a sister" THE WAY I SCREECHED. We're definitely getting Becca

Well that escalated quickly. The important thing is to try?

I can't deal with this BUCKY SWEETIE #8 cry right there fuck

The wardrobe department is KILLING IT, there's such a difference between the outfits of the shows vs how ugly and generic it usually is.

"ThEre is NO such thiNg as on time. You're either EARLY or LATE . picK One" lmao the way he delivered that line

At first I thought the flag smashers had thrown two cars out of a window LMAO

"I don't know how jurisdiction works here, but I'mma have to place you under arrest" uhm yikes. The way they changed Joaquín Torres backstory to just random army nice guy #1 is not sitting well with me, what can I say.

Sam's wings motions I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR

Fuuuuck this guy.

"Funny how thing's always thighten around us" "Look, I'm on your side. After all, he's a hero". This script is C R I S P as hell, great fucking job.

"I don't care, I'm not gonna quit" "What are you trying to prove? And who you trying to prove it to" SHIT HSIT SHIT!!! UGH amazing. Look it's not necessary to say the show's questions out loud but how they flow between the conversations is still very satisfactory without feeling in your face about it. Inner conflicts have been set up fucking perfectly everyone * claps *

Ugh here we fucking go.  I knew this was how the episode was going to end but my stomach still dropped like a rollercoster. God.

The score is on point. Damn. Damn.

God, Sam.🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

The captain america franchise's visuals in the credits are always so amazing.

Also, does anybody know why Mackie isn't first in the billing?  Uhm what's that about?

ANYWAY CONCLUSION THAT EPISODE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE HOLY SHIT. I love them so much. The balance between the personal conflicts and the political aspect (although the military aspect is still very much yikes) was on point and it was overall a joy to watch.

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Welcome to Chandelier does another fucking prompt list!!!!

And it’s in addition to consistent story uploads. Y’all gonna get something at 9am everyday of June, and something at a random time later in the afternoon.

This time I'm using @crowfootwrites' June List Day 1: Suit

*A note to Crow. Hello! I am an MCYT Writer. Feel free to stop by my tagging of your whenever you feel like it.

Set in a Villain AU created by @olde-scratch their original post

If anyone wants to be part of a taglist of the Villain AU, feel free to message me/send an ask.

Taglist: @sleepysnails

“Klupa” means “Bench” btw, I just tossed it through Google Translate.

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Hero Report

Page 1

Date: June 1st, 2021 Hero Reporting: Nightmare Patrol Time: 22:00 to 6:00

Had a run in with one of the Klupa boys, they were at the 24h Cupcakery on 6th street, and were harassing the employ, Nihachu, for something to eat. I spared Theseus twenty bucks and told them to keep the change. They even bought me a cupcake before I went on my way.

Does anybody know their real world identities yet? They look on the young side; I’d rather nothing bad happens to them. It hurts to see kids so young needing to resort to petty crime to survive.

I also bumped into SBI. They picked up their deposit left by 404 in the prior patrol. I managed to grab the briefcase, but the money was already taken and presumably dispersed among the men. I wasn’t able to apprehend them.

I got close to Burr but he let go of the briefcase to get away. And The Blade proceeded to smoke me, so I wasn’t able to give chase. But I was able to retrieve some of the money back, and they are one smoke bomb poorer.

The rest of the night was uneventful. I stopped a robbery on 9th Street.

[CONT]

- - -

Time: 21:30, May 31st, 2021

Tommy was having a good day. 404 had made good on his promise. He had left a briefcase with one million dollars in the homeless shelter’s food stores.

Tommy had watched 404 come in and leave it. The personal information Tubbo had managed to siphon was good enough blackmail to get them this. Ranboo hadn’t actually ever gotten a buyer lined up, but it was the threat that counts.

“How much are we leaving again?”

“Twenty-five hundred thousand.”

Tommy dropped to the floor once the coast was clear and unzipped his backpack. He separated out three quarters of the cash and left the briefcase right there.

“Do we have to leave it?” Ranboo asked over the frequency. “We could really use that money.”

“You know if we weren’t so charitable we wouldn’t need the extra cash.”

“Shut up man.”

“I’m just saying.” Tommy takes out a fresh smoke bomb, and places it next to the money. “Do you ever feel back for those guys?”

“Who? The Sleepy Bois? No not really.”

“But like. What did they ever do?”

“Nothing.”

“Exactly! Why do they get all the credit?”

“Because we’re orphaned high schoolers,” Tubbo said dryly. “Because if we aren’t even on the suspect list then we aren’t gonna get caught.”

“Okay,” Tommy relented. “But those are like, super incompetent, what’s our plan when they finally get caught?”

Silence washed over the comms as Tommy yoinked a bag of chips and got out of there.

“Is keeping the three of them out of jail even worth it?”

“Yes,” Tubbo said. “It’s worth it. Investing in their safety is beneficially to us.”

“Okay. I’ll meet you guys at the Cupcakery. Theseus out.”

 Time: 22:47, May 31st, 2021

Tubbo and Ranboo are in the Cupcakery on 6th Street when Tommy walks in knives out. “I want a French chocolate swirl lady!”

Niki took a moment to process the demand. Here she was having a lovely conversation with two of her most favourite late night customers, and now the third was threatening her with a knife. “Excuse me?”

“French chocolate swirl. Hand it over. I’m in the mood for some sweets. Don’t make me ask twice!”

Niki finally put her hands up. Tubbo and Ranboo were in their civilian clothing and played the part of worried shoppers. “Do you have money?” she asked, scared.

“I have a knife.”

And that was the moment a hero walked into the building.

Ah.

Tommy had spotted Nightmare on the way here.

“Theseus.”

Tommy whirled around. Backing into the counter, acting more scared than he actually was.

“What are you doing kid?” Nightmare asked exasperated.

“M’ not a kid!”

“Yeah yeah.” Nightmare was already reaching into the back pocket for his wallet. He took about a crisp twenty. “Put the knife away kid. Buy yourself the cupcake.”

“Oh.” Tommy reached out for the twenty; eyes shifting looking around for the trap. He had a 750k ransom in his backpack, and there was always a chance Nightmare had found them out. Even with the SBI decoy. He snatched the cash. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome kid. Stop harassing Niki here, and keep the change.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Nightmare, clearly satisfied with his diffusion of the situation, nodded to Niki.

“Would you like a cupcake?”

“Excuse me?”

“Nevermind.”

“I mean if you’re offering.”

“Two French chocolate swirls please!”

Niki pulled out two cupcakes stiffly and took the twenty. She put them and the change on the counter.

Nightmare tipped an invisible hat to Niki before leaving. “Think you’re suit needs some dry cleaning Theseus.”

“Because I can afford it!” Tommy bantered back. The door bell rung as the hero left. “Oh of these days my comments are going to get me killed, I know. Shush Tubbo.” Tommy lowered his green bandana and took a bite of his cupcake. “Sorry for pulling a knife on you Niki.”

“It’s fine. I know you won’t hurt me.”

“What the fuck Tommy!”

“Oh shut up Tubbo. I had it under control.”

“You’re going to be our downfall,” Ranboo said.

“You guys are the ones telling Niki!”

“Yeah but it’s Niki.”

“Yeah Tommy. I’m just Niki.”

“You’re right that was rude. I’m sorry Niki.”

Niki took out a cloth and wiped Tommy’s crumbs away. “You boys get home. Isn’t it a school night?”

The three fourteen year olds groaned.

“Bye Niki.”

“Don’t get caught.”

Tommy handed Ranboo his backpack.

Tubbo and Ranboo packed their homework into Tubbo’s backpack and their loose stationary with the money in Ranboo’s. They waved to Niki and walked back to their shotty little apartment.

Tommy put his bandana over his mouth and nose, and readjusted his red blazer. He left through the front door back towards the trade cite. He was needed to save SBI’s assess from Nightmare.

He flicked his steel throwing cards around his hands. He hoped it’ll go well. He needed this to go well.

- - -

Time: 23:00, May 31st, 2021

Wilbur read the instructions he had written on the inside of this arm one more time. “There is a briefcase with 250k. Disperse it among the three of you. When Nightmare arrives at 23:15 for the meeting time of 0:00, hold the briefcase and run like hell. You should have the money on your person, don’t let him catch any of you and ditch the briefcase if need be.”

“I still don’t get how we managed to get this money,” Philza said on the way to the homeless shelter’s food storage facility.”

“Don’t question it.”

“But, like, it said it was a ransom for blackmail. We don’t have any blackmail on anybody.”

“Don’t question it.”

“Guys can you focus? We have a mission to accomplish.”

“Techno, you gotta admit that we’re shit.”

“We are shit. But Nightmare doesn’t know that. And I’m not turning down 250k.”

- - -

Time: 23:58, May 31st, 2021

Shit. Tommy had need to graze Nightmare’s ankle with his ace of clubs for Burr to escape.

Nightmare was clearly put out that he hadn’t been able to catch the SBI. He left the storage facility empty briefcase in hand, and clearly put out.

Nightmare bent down and picked up the throwing card from under an aisle.

If there was one thing Tommy hated the most out of this whole, pretend the SBI are the ones doing the things that the Klupa Boys are doing, it’s that Burr gets credit for Tommy’s amazing feats.

“In case either of you are awake and on comms. The SBI had a clean escape, but I’m down a card.”

- - -

[CONT]

Notes: The SBI are still at large and are a danger to the people of Braidingston. Be advised that they might still ask for more money depending on the contents of their information. Order French chocolate swirls from the Cupcakery on 6th Street at the next office party.

[letskidnapsenpai]

me again!! may i request the fluff prompts “did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” and “you’re really warm” (if i can request more than one?) with kaminari please?❤️❤️

Of course, one fluffy drabble for my Pikachu boi! 💫💖 I think my dialogues are catastrophic, but we'll ignore that. 💖 I'm not going to lie, I don't have a clue about American christmas and what they eat, soo I'll go with tradition in my country, sorry 💖

Denki Kaminari, known as hero Chargerbolt, he's energetic, friendly, crack head, huge gamer, your best friend and person you're in love with. You've known him since elementary school and he was your buddy in everything. You went to UA together and after graduation you started working at the sams hero agency, you were always together so nobody can blame you for falling for him.

You didn't have exactly great relationship with your family so you were with Denki on Christmas, who was kind enough to spend them with you rather then with his family. You went into city to buy some remaining gifts for your friends since you weren't able to go buy them earlier due to your laziness.

After few hours of choosing gifts for the whole Bakusquad, you were finally done. For Bakugo you got plush toy of Pomeranian with Katsuki written on it, for Mina you got beautiful bracelet with charms that resembled everybody in your friend group, for Kirishima you got photo album with pictures of you all together and for Sero you got merch of his favourite band. You had gift for Denki already few weeks, it was really hard to get, but you knew he's gonna love it.

You walked to the shopping center since it was sunny when you got there and you wanted to take a walk, but since it was already getting dark now, it was really cold outside and the fact that it started raining didn't help it a little bit, you weren't dressed enough for that. You were both freezing and drenched by the time you got to Denki's apartment.

You quickly changed into some dry clothes and since you didn't had any, Denki gave you his sweatpants and hoodie, which both smelled and felt amazing and comfy. You laid at the couch, covered in blankets and watched TV, but you still weren't warm. You shifted closer to Denki in hope of getting warmer and it actually worked. „Y/n? What are you doing?" Danki asked you, confused by your actions. „I'm still cold and you're really warm." You snuggled even closer, laying your head on his chest while hugging his waist. „Ehh, okay then?" He turned his face away to hide the blush that crept on his face. You didn't respond as his warmth slowly lulled you into sleep.

You woke up alone, but you knew where Denki was by the loud clanks of dishes and oh no's coming from kitchen. After few minutes of property waking you you made your way to kitchen. You saw Denki with pan in one hand, fork in the other and what was onece probably fish meat everywhere. You couldn't stop yourself from laughing which led to Denki getting startled and dropping everything. „Do you want some help?" Denki rolled his eyes at your teasing tone, but accepted your help anyways. You sent him to prepare the table in the living room, while you try to save remains of the fish that fell victim to Denki's horrible cooking skills.

When you finished and served the food into plates, it was time to eat. You were both starving so it disappeared in few minutes. „It was really good"„Because you weren't in the kitchen" You teased him despite the blush evident on your face from his compliment.

Now to the best part you both couldn't wait for, gifts. You both sat under the tree with your gifts for each other behind your back. „I'll go first!" Denki couldn't even keep still from how excited he was. He handed you small, poorly wrapped gift. After trying to not laugh at how bad at wrapping gifts he is, you finally opened the small box. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. Inside was silver necklace with pedant shapped like lightning littered with yellow diamonds. When you turned it around, today's date was written on it. You looked at Denki confused. „Thank you so much Denks, but why today's date?" „I actually want to tell you something" He looked down nervously.„Go ahead then" You didn't knew what to expect so you were little bit scared. He took hold of your both hands and looked into your eyes. „Y/n... From the moment I met you I saw something different in you, from the way you weren't scared to stand up to anybody to the way you always protected everybody around you and I knew I had to know you. We became best friends and you we're there for me always when I needed you, you always looked after me when I short circuited and soon I fell in love with you... " you listened with held breath as he confessed his feelings for you " do you want to be my girlfriend?" He almost whispered the last sentence, but you clearly heard him. You sitted stunned for few seconds before you jumped at him, pushing him onto his back with you on top if him. He didn't had time to ask you what you're doing before you pressed your lips on his. After coming to his senses, Denki kissed you back and his hands settled on your hips, keeping you close. Your hands drifted into his hair, tugging slightly which made Denki softly moan into your mouth.

After you ran out of breath, you slowly pulled away, staring at each other. „I love you too and I'll love to become your Pika girl" You smiled at him and he smiled back. „Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?" He said, love lacing his tone. „Yes, right now" You couldn't restrain yourself from teasing him which led to him pushing you off his lap.

„Now I want to receive my gift" Denki got excited again, sparks in his eyes. You handed him the small envelope. As soon as he got his hands on it, he tore it open and yelled out omg when he saw it. „Tickets to my favorite band? And meet and greet? I love you! " He leapt to you and it was you who laid in floor this time. He may act like puppy sometimes, but you won't trade him for anything.

[drivingsideways]

Based on this excellent post and tags  by @frankdelfino, and thanks to @rain-hat yelling in the chat window for twenty minutes, here’s a not-fic outline in the universe where Jo Yeong and Jo Eun-seop are actually brothers. 

So here's how this goes. This is RoK verse, monarchies are passé, thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

- Jo Yeong and Eun-seop grow up middle class, and look like peas in a pod, have completely opposing personalities and can generally be trusted to get up to the WORST POSSIBLE SHENANIGANS ever known to a pair of long-suffering parents who've had the temerity to have not one, but two sets of twins. Anyways, Eun-seop is absolutely the one GETTING them into the shenanigans, and Yeong is the one getting them OUT of it, despite the fact that Eun-seop is older by 4 minutes

-Eun-seop loses a year at school when he gets into an accident at 14; a drunk driver, a bicycle, and Yeong just a little too far away to do anything but call the ambulance and hold his brother's hand right until they force him to let go as they rush Eun-seop into surgery. He holds it again, once he's wheeled out, and right upto when he wakes up so he doesn't wake up alone (he hasn't gone home in 48hrs, I'm fine, thanks eomma, you should go home to the babies, they'll be scared without you.). Anyways, Eun-seop wakes up, demands to know whether he'll have a cool scar from the surgery (before he demands to know whether he will be able to walk again) and Yeong's like you're never going to be as cool as me, now shut up and sip this water slowly.  Eun-seop recovers, and Yeong's there through every single physio session and taking extra notes in class, and recording videos surreptitiously, so Eun-seop can see how all their classmates are faring and also failing at everything, now that they're in first year of high school. (Yeong would have stayed back a year at school, but Eun-seop forbids it, and uses his Oppa-pass, which he only uses when he's really serious about something, so Yeong has to listen)

- Eun-seop notices that some of his videos begin to feature a rather weird looking dude, who can be seen hanging out with this one girl. Eun-seop knows Tae-eul noona, her dad runs that taekwondo academy two blocks away, right? And there was that one time when Eun-seop was being bullied and Yeong wasn't there that day, and noona had stepped in and scared those assholes away. Anyways, so yeah, he also remembers that there was this other guy with her, who'd also clearly been ready to throw down, if those goobers had put up a fight, but later, he just grabbed noona's hands, checked for injuries, and given Eun-seop some candy that he got out from his bag.

Anyways, so Eun-seop is like why do you have pictures of Tae-eul noona and her weird boyfriend, and Yeong snatches the phone away and mutters, THEY'RE JUST GOOD FRIENDS, in all caps as though he knows anything about life or girls.

Oh my god, Yeongie, he says, you know she's way out of your league right? She's a senior? And like would absolutely beat you to shit, wouldn't need her weirdo bf to do it either-

HE'S NOT HER BOYFRIEND, Yeong says, loudly this time, as loud as the time when Eun-seop had replaced his hair cream with toothpaste and Eun-seop quickly recalibrates and gets it right this time, and he says, hushed,  Yeongie, my Yeongie, did you manage to fall for the one dude who'd give you a run for your money in "the person most likely to end up a serial killer" stakes?

He starts cackling so hard that his ribs start to hurt, and then his back, and Yeong (who's run away – RUN AWAY) doesn't come back to help him up. It's alright, Eun-seop will live, and also, he's gonna help his Yeongie get his guy, even if Eun-seop cannot see the attraction, and he thinks this isn’t going to work for many reasons, only one of which is that CLEARLY this dude- Kang Sin Jae, he remembers now- is in love with Tae-eul noona, which, props, anyone might see she absolutely kicks ass.

But the point is, the Jos are fighters, and he's damned if he's going to let Yeong slink away from this one.  

The next time he sees Yeongie- two hours later- they all have a bedtime in the Jo house, ok- he's like, fine, I'm sorry, and I KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE A SINGLE USEFUL THOUGHT IN YOUR HEAD, so I got this for you, ok?  What do you know about him?

Turns out, Yeongie has a whole folder on him.

Eun-seop's proud of his little stalker baby brother.

Anyways, that's how Yeong learns enough about sound systems so he can turn up for the post when the school band that Kang Sin Jae plays bass guitar for advertises for a sound engineer.

He turns up for the "interview" in his neat trousers, and button-down shirt and Sin Jae says, uh, are you Jo Eun-seop's non-identical twin? Aren't you just a freshman, do you really- and Yeong says, quietly, confidently, I can solve that problem you're having when you play your arrangement of The Wizard and Sin Jae stares at him and mutters, but can you do anything about how only three people turn up to listen, and Yeong tilts his head, and says maybe? Also, Eun-seop and I are identical, just fyi.

Anyways, yeah he fixes the faulty wiring in the speakers at the auditorium, and also gets more than three people to turn up (so what if it's all a bunch of scared looking freshmen? They've all been paid more than enough to bang their heads in time to the music and cheer later.)

But he never does ask Sin Jae out, that entire year, even though these days, Sin Jae smiles when he sees him, and puts an arm around his shoulder sometimes, after a practice, what are you waiting for, Yeongie, did I raise you to be this much of a coward? Eun-seop wails, but Yeong is like, Sin-Jae-ssi would feel awkward at having to refuse me if I did, and he needs a sound engineer more than a boyfriend, and that's fine.

(He needs at least three shirts more, a hair-cut and perhaps better taste in music, Eun-seop thinks, but doesn't say, because he knows Yeongie's fragile like that. Yeongie can take anything anybody says about him, personally, and will brush it off or dole out appropriate punishment, but if someone comes after someone he loves, he'll break the knees of the person and leave them for dead in a ditch. And obviously, he can't do that with Eun-seop, so Eun-seop doesn't say anything, he's a good elder brother.)

- Sin-jae and Tae-eul noona graduate and both of them go off to KNPU, and Eun-seop says, listen, nobody does that if they're not dating, at least. IF NOT ACTUALLY ILLEGALLY MARRIED. Yeongie, please, for the love of god, find a boy who's available. See, here's a list.

But Yeong just shrugs, and says, let me see your homework (because Eun-seop's back in school now) and then proceeds to put red slashes through everything and says, "apply your brains Eun-seop, don't act dumb when you're not". THE AUDACITY.

Yeong never dates anyone through high school, Eun-seop dates a different person every month.

- So Eun-seop is never going to have to serve in active military duty, because of his accident, but Yeong will have to. He's fine with that, and he'd rather do it in these two years, just after school, because that way, it's only really one year when Eun-seop will be at college before him, and that's fair, it evens out Yeong's having to graduate from school first.

-So off he goes, and there he meets Lee Ji-hun, who's an ass, Eun-seop clocks that straight away, born into some goddamn chaeobol family, but for some reason drawn to actual military service, because he has a hero complex. The only good thing he has going for him, as far as Eun-seop can tell, his that he took one look at Yeongie and decided that he was the best boy in the whole universe, and that shows good taste, Eun-seop will be polite to him, fine.

- Of course, the other thing that happens in those two years is that Yeongie gets brainwashed into joining the Navy- it's not brainwashing, Yeong tries to tell him, I get to protect the people I love, the country I love. And of course, Lee Ji-hun, fucking asshole, is just sitting there, nodding along as though any of this was fucking REASONABLE. You could DIE, Eun-seop yells, DO YOU REALIZE THAT. WE'RE STILL AT FUCKING WAR.

Yes, says his stepford-wife brother, womb-sharer, soulmate, exactly.

- Anyways, off Yeong and Jihun go to join not just the Navy, which would be bad enough, but the ROKSWF, that's insane, they're going to die, and what can Eun-seop do then but go join the NIS and immediately get picked for North Korean Affairs by an astute senior officer who listens to Eun-seop goofing around in the canteen on the orientation day and still get everyone to give him their portion of the only decent thing on the menu- the crème brulee- and says, I'm taking that one.

- It's a lot of paperwork and dull as ditches monitoring work at the start, and that's ok, Eun-seop can live with that, it means he gets time with the other twins, who are at a fun age. And that's how Tae-eul noona and Kang Sin Jae re-enter their lives because Eun-bi and Kka-bi are learning taekwondo from Tae-eul's dad. This is also how Eun-seop meets the love of his life and future wife Myeong Na-Ri, and it's ok if she doesn't know it yet, at least Yeongie is not here to see him turn into a complete doofus everytime Na-Ri so much as breathes in his direction.

- Yeongie and Jihun come back on shore leave (AFTER TWO GODDAMN YEARS) and that's when Ji-hun meets Tae-eul and falls like a ton of bricks for her; she manages to keep her sense of balance and also life in order, thanks, she's not going to fall for some floppy haired dude (his hair grows really fast out of its crew cut) who thinks that parallel universes are a thing, even if he has extremely long legs.

Meanwhile Kang Sin Jae has also cleaned up nice, Eun-seop will admit, and he's-he's a genuinely nice dude, ok, even if a bit brusque, and when Eun-seop finds out about eomeonim's gambling problems and that whole story, he's willing to admit that he may have been a tad harsh on Kang Sin-Jae way back when.

Anyways, that's the past, right, Yeongie, I can't imagine what a bunch of men locked in a submarine can possibly do except have orgies, please tell me that's what you've been doing? Please?

"Shut up" hisses Yeong, and then practically jumps out of his chair when Tae-eul noona and Sin Jae come over to their table at Na-ri's coffee shop. Yeong's in his uniform- he was on his way back from some conference thing he'd had to go to despite his leave- so that was the saving grace, because Eun-seop sees the subtle double-take Kang Sin Jae does,  because let's face it, his baby brother is the most beautiful, it's true, but then Yeongie is also red in the face and says "toffee" instead of "coffee" as in "Won't you get some toffee, Sin Jae-ssi?" and Sin Jae gives him a blank look while he decodes that, (gay panic, Eun-seop wants to tell him, my brother is a panicked gay, go easy on him), and finally says, uh, I don't think they have that flavor here?

- God, Eun-seop says later, I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU, BABY BROTHER. HAVE YOU BEEN IN LOVE WITH THE SAME BOY FROM HIGH SCHOOL? ARE YOU STILL A VIRGIN? (AFFIRMATIVE ON BOTH) and Eun-Seop has FAILED, FAILED, FAILED. Alright, he says, taking a deep breath, how long do you have?

Two weeks, says his stupid fucking brother, and so Eun-seop has to go into EMERGENCY-FUCKING-MODE because he may have to DIE getting it to happen, but his baby brother is GOING TO GET LAID, AND BY THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE, EVERYONE'S FIRST TIME NEEDS TO BE SPECIAL OK, Ji-hun? Ji-hun nods, very seriously, and proceeds to describe his extremely un-special first time, and Eun-seop is like, wow, you probably don't know this, because you've got that puppy face that make people not want to hurt you, but every single woman you've ever slept with has faked an orgasm with you. Well, that discussion gets pretty heated, of course, and also comes to an abrupt end when Tae-eul noona pops in- she's come by to ask if they all wanna hang out and watch a movie this weekend- and look, noona's GREAT, and obviously the first person he needs on his ally list as soon as he makes sure she's not really in love with Sin Jae, because that would be bad.

"Hyungnim?" she says, surprised, when he asks, because Eun-seop knows the best way to get noona to answer anything is to play no games, and she says, "No, why?" and then, suspiciously, "Did that rat Jihun put you up to this?" And he says, absent mindedly, no I was asking 'cause Yeong, and noona yelps, "Jo Yeong can't be in love with me, shit!" and Eun-seop says, what, why, and that's how he finds out that hey, Kang Sin Jae may also have been a little into his idiot brother from way back when. "He was too young" Tae-eul noon confides, "Sin Jae didn't feel right about it, especially when he was graduating that year" and honestly, THIS IS THE SADDEST STORY EUN-SEOP HAS EVER HEARD AND HE'S WATCHED TITANIC FORTY TIMES AND CRIED EACH TIME OK?

- RIGHT. So maybe Eun-Seop and Tae-eul manage to get their idiot friend and brother a little push in the right direction. Well, noona basically goes to Sin Jae and says, for fucks sake, ask the poor boy out, I heard he's still a virgin for you.  And Sin Jae goes red in the face, and then green, because omg the PRESSURE, and then red again, and then ultimately does find Yeong one day at the coffee shop alone, as Eun-seop had assured him he would be - (Diligently reading some book? A recipe book? Italian recipes? Sin Jae may have mentioned one day that his favourite cuisine was Italian?)- and there's some part of him that melts, like the cheese on the cover of that recipe book, and he's like, uh, do you, maybe, and then rushed, I know this great Italian place, if you like, and yes, Jo Yeong would like very much.

- Jo Yeong returns to Jinhae Naval Command very much not a virgin, and Jihun returns still single, but undaunted by the task ahead of him; don't worry, Yeong-ah, he says, confidently, I'll wear her down, even if it takes me years, and Yeong knows Jihun, he knows how much of a barnacle he can be, and also it wouldn't be nice of him to shit on other people's happiness just when he's found his own, so he nods and says, yes, of course, and even listens to Jihun rhapsodize about Tae-eul noona's everything for about two hours straight. He texts Eun-seop at the half-way mark- kill me now, please-and Eun-seop is like, what's North Korea there for, then, I told you to dump his ass in the sea. But of course he won't, Jihun and he are ride or die, and it turns out dying is more likely in this case, because right about that time is when North Korea decides that it needs to remind the world that yes, they exist, and yes, the men that rule them are crazy fucks.

- What happens is this: Koo Seo-Ryeong is a brilliant pianist, who's one of the few DPRK citizens who's let out to see the world has disappeared with her mother and sister, while she was on tour in Australia. And look, she did it in Australia, it has nothing to do with RoK, except that Kim Jong-un has decided that it has, because her (estranged) father happened to be one of the top honchos in  DPRK military brass, and this was all clearly a conspiracy hatched across the border to get at him and the military secrets he knows.

- Eun-seop is there when the news comes in that there's a Sang-o class submarine in the waters at Jeongdongjin, and he's also there when it turns out, that yes, hello, they were trying to get the Koo family out, and he's also the one that gets a single line text from an unknown number that's the code he made Yeongie swear on everything they held dear that he would send if he was going behind enemy lines. Shit. Shit.Shit.

- OK, I confess, I don't know how this next part goes, reader, because I am not John Le Carre or whoever, and this is still NOT-FIC,  BUT SPY THINGS HAPPEN and at the end of the day, Eun-Seop has to choose between saving his brother and letting the Koo family back into the hellhole they'd just managed to extract themselves from, and listen, noona made him listen to Koo Seo-Ryeong's playing ok, and there's- even if she were a shitty musician, even if she were just some rat bastard politician or a fisherwoman- he knows he can't make a choice that is sending her back to her death, and the deaths of everyone she loves. And if he did, and if he did, just to save his womb-brother, his true love, his soulmate, his blood and bone and heart- why, he knows that Yeong would never forgive him, Oppa-pass or no. So he's gotta rescue Yeongie and save the Koo family AND STOP WORLD WAR THREE, good thing he's totally up to the task.

- MORE SPY THINGS HAPPEN AND HE SAVES THE DAY, OK.

- He does, and so this time he gets to be the rescuer, and honestly, this was a big one, and it totally evens out all the 15 million times in their entire lives that Yeong had rescued him, what does Yeongie think? Yeongie thinks he should shut up and let him sleep, and because he's a good oppa, the best oppa, Eun-seop curls around his baby brother in their too narrow bunk bed, just like they did when they were sixteen or ten or five or in the womb, and goes to sleep too.  

[schiavonaspada]

Melody (S.W.A.L.K) 1971 Livewatch

I have seen this movie. but not the whole thing (i got interupped the first time i watched it)... so here goes! 

movie load please

20 seconds of logos???

guitar song™

this movie is so nostalgic for no reason

Mark Lester and Jack Wild: did you mean, Oliver Twist and The Artful Dodger?

and tracy hyde shes here too

i love this movie sm wtf

can these credits end????

ok yes they can

70s film marching band scene

ornshaw drinking whiskey before band bc why not

danny is bby

mY mOtHeR dId It SiR

dannys mum is so annoying wtf

i really love tom ornshaw

run bitch run

The BB™

SET FIRE TO THE NEWSPAPER???

look at his lil face ❤

MELODY MY DAUGHTER

a gowdfish please

aww look at her 

“ive done all those things i wanna try something new” LIKE DRAWING TIDDIES? DANIEL

“ah a boy gave it to me at school” was it ornshaw, i bet it was ornshaw

BITCH YOU RIPPED DANNYS TITS DRAWING

melody girl you cant play that fucking recorder

this film has great cinematography wtf

Melody Perkins Deserves The World !!

the gang go to school

Ornshaw Gets Bullied

“the jewish boys may now leave for private study” what about the jewish girls?? there’s clearly girls in the class?? why do they have to listen to the bible

ornshaw’s porn bible

DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHO JESUS WAS???

dont smoke at school kids

okay so shes peggy, why is she credited as maureen. who the fuck is maureen

hear me out, muriel is a lesbian. noone kisses for over five minutes unless youre proper horny and this bitch is like thirteen. she also says “i dont know, i never used to kiss boys”, because SHE DOESNT. shes lying because she doesnt kiss boys. shes closeted and thats whys she says she does. also, she got angry at peggy for saying she fancied a boy.

W I C

“saucy turtles make terrible bathmats, charley” okay okay jeez

ornshaws accent is everything

The Gang sneaking through the fence what will they do

uh oh danny

AWH YOURE BARMY

thats def gonna explode later

ornshaw gets kicked off the bus

but now hes on it

ornshaw and danny have such a wholesome friendship too bad melody ruins it oh wait

you’ve heared of ornshaw gets kicked off the bus now get ready for... ornshaw gets kicked out of the strip club!

you cant get a taxi!!! watch me hoe

where did ornshaw get the chewing gum from wtf

“shes always talking about people like you...” OH OKAY DANNYS MUM IS CLASSIST

“he could do with a heart attack!” WOAH OKAY

time skip to school

oh no danny’s seen melody

“we have three admirers of the dance!” ah shit

ah so maureen is the girl in green

why is ornshaw just standing there

FREE YOURSELVES

the girl gang is hilarious i love them

Muriel Kisses A Tombstone

uh oh dannys been found out

“HES A COWARD CMON”

ornshaw just yeeted his cat

i hate dannys mother sm

assembly time, an iconic part of british comprehensive school, since covid, i cant say i miss it

danny and melody !!

DANNY PLAYS CELLO THIS IS IMPORTANT INFO

melody and her friend are there because plot

melody sweetie baby i love you but you cant play the recorder

THEYRE PLAYING IN HARMONY DKDJSKDJSJKK 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

this is cute as fuck

melody is babey

oh explosives time??

i just dubbed these kids ornshaw and the pyrotechnics crew and it fits

dannys parents are annoying

i quite literally hate them

DANNY SPILT HIS COKE ITS SUCH A SIN

“neviw”

melody girl are you okay

melody are you lying about getting raped

oh time skip to school

we’ve hardly seen ornshaws home life so when will we properly meet him??

god i fucking love ornshaw its mad

oh this is an iconic scene if there ever was one

“go on tom dance with her” oh the ONE TIME ornshaw is called by his first name

youre mad !!

“girls are a load of snotty nose little so and sos” ornshaw aro king

is ornshaw.. scared of women

whatddya mean i dont dance very well!?

is it bad i lowkey crackship peggy and ornshaw now

YOU DANCE STUPID!

no one:

ornshaw: kicks peggy in the shin because he cant dance

“you big fat fool” yikes

danny u ok

ALL ORNSHAW AND HIS MATES DO IS CREATE EXPLOSIVES DJDKJSKt

oh it worked for once

i feel so fucking sorry for melody wtf

bb 🥺

im at the bit where melody is crying while putting on her mothers makeup 

SWEETIE ITS OKAY 

OH TIME SKIP TO SPORTS DAY! 

this film is so fast were already an hour in!

ornshaw giving actually solid life advice?? are you sure this is the same movie

“you youre gonna be bloody useless!”

i literally love ornshaw so much 

FUCK DANNYS MUM

GO ON DANNY 

YES MY BOY

time skip to school 3982903843290

wtf is a young latin scholars book

lahtimah

not ass latimer, arse

i hate the latin teacher

ornshaw every second: right uh erm um uh so yes sir oh uh mhm

*ornshaw and danny shoving pillows up their underwear*

“dont worry about it!!” dude hes getting spanked by the latin teacher ofc hes gonna worry about it

ornshaw and latimah

“vacate your mouth”

“because its a silly out of date language sir!!!” hes not wrong

uh oh 

what will slapping ornshaw’s ass with a dap even gonna do???

oh hi melody forgot about you

AWH DANNY SWEETHEART

“cmon danny dont let her see you cry!” i want a friend like ornshaw man

melody is just STANDING THERE LIKE GIRL LEAVE

“you can buzz off now love, tara, tooduhloo” have i said i love ornshaw? because i love ornshaw

danny dont abandon ornshaw !!

oh this is sad

danny? danny?? danny!!!??? DANNY!!?? 🥺🥺🥺

ORNSHAW RIGHTS MAN

ive felt sorry for literally all three of these kids now

ah fuck now ornshaws having a mental breakdown in the school halls

danny and melody’s relationship is so innocent and wholesome 

this is literally so bittersweet, like we’re seeing danny and melody being all cute and happy but we know that back in school ornshaw is literally having a breakdown over them

im tearing up over a movie about schoolchildren in puppy love

“will you love me that long?” “of course! ive loved you a whole week already!”

“hes come to tea! his name is daniel!” melody hes not your pet

melodys dad seems so cool why was he arrested

donald????

i genuinely love melody’s dad 

melody dramatically eats toast

time skip to school AGAIN

OH GOD I’M ACTUALLY CRYING

melody and danny are out on a date having fun and its the same song playing as the scene earlier on when danny and ornshaw went off somewhere at the start of the movie, melody has quite literally replaced ornshaw

i have real tears rn 

they skipped school to go to weymouth

danny and melody are literally adorable man

“shall we get married?” arent yall like 12????

oh back to school they got in trouble for skipping

apparently the poor cast got spanked for real and like yikes

we want to get married :D

ITS NOT MENT TO BE FUNNY!!

leave danny alone!

leave melody alone!

ornshaw please stop

ornshaw stop taunting him this is gonna end shittily

OH SHIT 

THEYRE STRAIGHT UP FIGHTING 

ORNSHAW AND DANNY ARE MF WRESTLING EACHOTHER TO THE GROUND

okay now ornshaw is literally beating him up okay

danny this is your fault for ditching him for melody sorry

top ten best anime fight scenes

latin man is back because plot

DID ORNSHAW GIVE HIM A BLOODY NOSE

i’m sorry danny 😭😭

ORNSHAW. DESERVES. THE. FUCKING. WORLD. AND. MORE.

let melody and danny get married!

wait so if 20 is twice as old as her then shes.. ten?? i think

melody ily

“all i want to do is be happy” BABY

OH FUCK YOU MRS LATIMER

oooh

THEYRE GOING TO GET MARRIED BY THE RAILWAY 

ornshaws unnamed friend is the true hero of this movie

is this the movie climax???

run! ornshaws unnamed friend! run!

IM SORRY THE’RE LITERALLLY GETTING MARRIED I’M 😭

“we are gathered here today to join this man and woman in holy matrimony.. shaddup”

ITS NOT FUNNY ITS SERIOUS

IS ORNSHAW STRAIGHT UP MARRYING THESE TWO IS HE THEIR VICAR

HE IS AS WELL

“DICKS IS COMING!!!” as soon as they were getting the rings

RUN !!!!

ornshaw just threw the bible at his re teacher from the re scene at the start i love him

DANNYS MUM HAD IT COMING

name a more iconic trio than melody perkins, danny latimer, and tom ornshaw, i’ll wait

GO PEGGY!

ORNSHAWS UNNAMED FRIEND IS GONNA FINALLY GET HIS BOMB WORKING!

YES

GO ORNSHAWS UNNAMED FRIEND

“i’ll get you ornshaw!” dude how is this his fault its yours for unterupting the wedding latin man

again ouf is the true movie hero

wait latin man is dicks??? whos wannabe remus lupin then????

this just in: ouf is actually named stacey

oh god thats actually such a bittersweet ending

melody and danny trolleying off into the sunset

im actually crying like a baby rn

god that was such a good movie

[kindofcashton]

𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕  •  chapter 5  (Calum Hood AU)

I WAS JUST as excited coming home today, but I contained my enthusiasm, in fear that I’d be walking into another argument like last night.  Fortunately, when I approached the front door all was quiet.

“Hey, I’m home,” I called, dropping my bag gratefully and entering the kitchen.  I was famished, and it was only the early afternoon.  I didn’t know if I could make it to dinner without eating something.

Hannah was sitting cross legged at the table, ignoring the full bowl of popcorn next to her as all of her attention was captured by her phone.

“Yeah, hi,” she said distractedly, and she didn’t look up when I sat down across from her.  She didn’t look up when I snatched some popcorn, either.

Chewing thoughtfully, I questioned, “What’s up?”

Finally snapping into reality, Hannah shut her phone off and slid it far away from on her so it was out of arm’s reach. 

“Sorry, Ashton is supposed to be at work right now but instead he’s texting me about reapplying to schools.”  Her expression was slightly embarrassed and defeated, and I felt a pang of sympathy.

“At least he’s trying to help,” I offered gently.  Hannah just waved her hand.

“I know he is, he’s annoyingly kind that way.  But whatever, what’s up with you?  How’s work going?”

I couldn’t hold back a smile any longer.  “Actually, work is really good.  I have a date tonight.”

Hannah’s jaw dropped.  “Shut up.  With a coworker?  You didn’t tell me there were cute baristas there.”

“No no no, a customer.  He came in yesterday and I totally bombed his order, but then he was back this morning and asked me to dinner.”

Her eyebrows raised approvingly.  “Dinner, wow.  Any idea where you’re going?”

Frowning, I realized I had no idea.  Was it going to be super fancy, or completely casual?  I also realized I had no way to ask, since I gave him my number and he didn’t give me his.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure this out.  I’ll even raid my closet for you, if we can’t find the perfect outfit.”  I smiled appreciatively at her, just as Luke and Calum entered the kitchen.  They were in shorts and muscle tanks, dripping with sweat.  Calum’s curls were glistening and stuck to his forehead, and his skin was shiny with sweat.  Clearly they’d just finished a workout, as both their chests were heaving.

“Perfect outfit for what?” Luke asked, grabbing a water bottle for himself and Calum.

Before I could answer, Hannah jumped in.  “Scarlett has a date tonight with a guy she met at work.”

I flushed, unsure why I was embarrassed at her telling them.  For some reason my eyes shifted to Calum, and I watched him take a long swig of water, avoiding my gaze.

“It’s your second day and you already have a date?  I’m impressed.”  Luke came over to give me a fist bump, and I shrugged off his praise.

“I didn’t really do much to earn it, other than ruin the poor guy’s coffee.”

Hannah shook her head firmly.  “Scarlett, you could serve a guy motor oil in a mug and he’d still drop to his knees to ask you out.”

Luke raised his bottle.  “True.”  Next to him, Calum set his jaw.

“Come on,” Hannah beckoned, grabbing my hands to lead me up from the table.  “We need as much time as possible to get you ready.”

“Hey,” I protested.  “I’m not half bad right now.”

We locked ourselves in my room and got to work.  Even though I wasn’t half bad, I still needed a lot of work.  But I begged Hannah not to go too overboard with the makeup; after all, Jeremy had met me when I looked like a mess at work, and still wanted to ask me out. I doubted he’d appreciate a pound of makeup on my face after seeing me like that.  He texted asking for the address, and I already felt flutters of excitement at his message.

Hannah picked up yet another brush to add some sort of powder to my face, and I immediately recoiled.

“Are you trying to paint on an entirely new face?” I demanded.

“I’m only accentuating what you already have,” she swore, holding up two lip glosses.  “Do you think Jeremy is a champagne sparkle or nude pink kind of guy?”

“I think he’s probably colorblind when it comes to these things,” I joked.  “Just pick one.  I hope there won’t be any left on my lips by the end of the night.”

Hannah smacked my arm with a cackle, opting for the champagne gloss.  “You sneaky bitch,” she said, happily swiping the gloss across my lips.  I ruffled my gently curled hair and glanced into the mirror, eyebrows quirking in surprise.

She was right; I still looked like me, just...a better version.  My green eyes were rimmed with liner and mascara-thickened lashes, accentuating their sparkle.  My cheeks were dusted with shine and a slight blush, and my lips looked full and kissable.

“You’re a miracle worker,” I told Hannah as she started rifting through the closet.  “Seriously, no one can even tell I have the under-eye bags of an eighty year old woman!”

She rolled her eyes, grabbing a few items to try them out.  “Maybe you wouldn’t have such dark circles if you actually slept.  Calum said you were slumped over the kitchen table this morning!”

I flushed, embarrassed that Calum had brought that up.  Did he do it to mock me or out of concern?  I couldn’t read Hannah’s words very well to figure it out.

Casually, I asked, “Did he also tell you that we woke me up in time for work?  I would’ve missed my shift if not for him.”

Hannah glanced over.  “No, he didn’t mention that part.”

I frowned.  Why wouldn’t he want to brag about saving the day, being the hero?  Surely he’d want to use it against me?  Every interaction with Calum just confused me even more, and I’d never met a single person more puzzling than him.  I wondered if I’d ever figure him out.

“Alright, try these.”  Hannah handed me a few options, mainly dresses and skirts.

“Wouldn’t jeans be a safer bet?  I mean, I still don’t know where we’re going.”

Hannah folded her arms, expression firm.  “Absolutely not, Scarlett.  With those legs, jeans are a sin.  You have to show what you got.”

Chuckling at her confidence in me, I eyed the options.  An emerald green, ruffled dress with flouncy sleeves stuck out to me, and I decided it was the winner.  It wasn’t as daring as the tight black dress Hannah offered, and I could dress it down if need be.

“Perfect, that’ll look great with your eyes,” Hannah stated, reaching for the knee high boots I’d worn the other night.  “And with these, you’ll kill him on sight.”

I laughed, grabbing the boots and slipping into the dress.  “I don’t want to kill him before we have any fun.”

Hannah gaped, pretending to be shocked.  “Should I expect not to see you later, then?  Planning on spending the night?”

Biting my lip sheepishly, I shrugged as I laced up the boots.  “I don’t know,” I answered honestly.  “Would I be opposed?  No.  Am I expecting anything?  Not really.”

Hannah put a hand to her chest, sighing dramatically.  “I feel like a proud mother.  Let’s go break some hearts.”  She grabbed my hand and we skipped down the stairs, giggling as we joined the guys in the kitchen.  They were all gathered around a large pizza, bickering about something I couldn’t quite catch.

They all shut up when we entered, and Hannah splayed out her arms as she sang “Ta-da!”  I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear and blushed, hating all of the eyes on me.  Being the center of attention was never something I sought out, and whenever I was placed in the spotlight I usually shied away.  This particular spotlight was a lot harsher and brighter, considering the added pressure that Calum’s gaze added.  I felt like I was burning up in front of his scrutinizing stare.

“Sure you wanna give this guy a heart attack before you get a chance to eat?” Michael warned, eyebrows wriggling mischievously.  I huffed and shuffled my feet.  Hannah gripped my shoulders and beamed at the guys.

“I’d like some credit for my handiwork.  Her knotty hair wasn’t easy to tame.”

“Hey!” I objected, shaking her off.  Suddenly my phone buzzed in my bag, and I pulled it out to see who texted.

I’m out front :)  -Jeremy

Butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I took a deep breath before dropping my phone back into my purse.

“That’s my cue,” I said, giving a nervous smile.  Calum scoffed.

“He’s not gonna come to the door?  What a gentleman.”  My face fell at his criticizing words.

Hannah let out an irritated ugh.  “Look who’s talking,” she shot back.  “When have you ever been a gentleman?”  She didn’t give him time to reply before grabbing my arm to spin me out of the kitchen.

We reached the door and I inhaled shakily, nerves joining the butterflies in my stomach.  

“I want a full report when you get home,” Hannah instructed.  Softening her voice, she added, “Please have fun.  You deserve it right now.”

I wrapped my arms around her in a quick embrace, trying to communicate my gratitude without words.  I could tell by the shine in her eyes she understood, and with one last apprehensive glance I walked outside. 

A sleek black car waited by the curb, and I could see Jeremy leaning against it, hands in his pockets.  He looked good; so polished and put together.  I was glad to see his outfit matched mine in terms of niceness; I wouldn’t be over or under dressed after all.

As I approached, he swept an arm out to beckon me in as he opened the side door.  I giggled at his medieval gesture, raising my eyebrows questioningly.

“I know this is archaic,” he confessed.  “But I realized after texting I probably should’ve rang the door, so take this as my first chivalrous act of the night.”

Clicking my seat belt in place, I smiled over at him as he started the engine.  “It’s no big deal.  In fact, I’m kind of glad you didn’t come to the door.  My roommates probably wouldn’t have let us leave for at least an hour.”

“And why is that?” he asked, pulling out of the neighborhood onto the main road.

“The interrogation, of course,” I explained.  “I can’t go to dinner with just anybody.”

He laughed.  “Intense friends, I take it?”

My smile faltered.  Shit, was that joke too much?  Am I scaring him off?

“I wish my friends cared that much,” he continued.  “Sometimes I feel like I could go out with a zebra and they wouldn’t care.”

I chuckled, grateful that he didn’t think my comment was crazy.  We had idle chat for a few minutes more until we arrived at the restaurant, and I was pleasantly surprised.  It was a cool, modern Chinese place with intoxicating aromas wafting from the door.

Jeremy must have seen my expression, because he pumped his fist slightly.  “You’re happy with it?  Thank god, you have no idea how much I was worried about picking the perfect place.  I thought Italian was too informal but French was too stuffy, and then I thought: everyone likes Chinese food, right?”

“Right,” I echoed.  “I could eat fried rice every day of my life.”

We were seated right away as Jeremy had called ahead to make a reservation.  Our little table was right in the middle of the restaurant, and it seemed like we were surrounded by couples on all sides.

Our waitress came by and Jeremy ordered two drinks for us, something on their special’s menu.  I tried to hide a smile; no guy had ever ordered for me before.

“It’s the best thing here,” he told me.  “Even better than the food, even.”

“You’re setting my expectations pretty high, watch out,” I warned good-naturedly, and he ran a hand through his chestnut hair.

“I just hope I don’t disappoint.”

Our conversation was easy and continued right up until the food came.  He was right; whatever drink that he’d ordered was crazy good, and I was tempted to order multiple.  But being tipsy made my words slip, and I didn’t want to look like a fool.  The fried rice I ordered was beyond good, and for a few minutes we just ate in comfortable silence.

“So, what are you up to other than ruining coffee?” Jeremy asked me.  “Where do you go to school?”

I swallowed a lump of rice, desperately trying to stall time to come up with an answer.  I should’ve prepared for these sorts of questions, but I was so excited for the date I forgot.

“Um,” I began, toying with the end of my hair.  “I was going to school in Sydney for a while, but then I relocated here to do my studies at home.  I have plans to go back really soon, though.”  I hoped my response wasn’t rushed and transparent.  Jeremy thought about it for a second, and my heart was throbbing in my ears.

“I hate being in one place for too long,” he finally said, and I breathed a sigh of relief.  “Especially now, when I’m so young and there’s so many things to do.  I just want to experience everything life has to offer while I can, you know?”

“Yeah,” I agreed, although secretly I knew I wasn’t that kind of girl.  I wished I had time to explore and experiment, but with school always being a number one priority and then the tragedy with my parents, I knew that kind of life would never be for me.

“I only wish my old man felt the same way,” he admitted, and I lowered my fork.  The conversation was taking a more serious turn.

“How so?”

Jeremy shrugged.  “He’s always been a stickler for me to go to school, get a job, do everything so textbook.  But I just think, I’m young, I’m healthy, I have all the time in the world to do what I want.  And what I want to do isn’t sit around and study.”  He smiled suggestively.  “I’d much rather spend my time asking pretty baristas to dinner.”

I blushed at his joke, my cheeks hurting from smiling.  Jeremy was just so charming, and I could see myself listening to him talk for hours.  “I wish I had more of that attitude.  Sometimes I think school and work overwhelm my life, to the point where I don’t even have one.”

Jeremy nodded.  “Well, spend more time with me and maybe I can change that.”  His hazel eyes sparked as I gazed into them, and suddenly all I wanted to do was spend more time with him.  Maybe Jeremy would be the one to finally pull me out of my slump.

The rest of dinner went amazing.  I thought the waitress was about ready to kick us out, we were there for so long.  But eventually the night did wind down, and Jeremy graciously picked up the tab.

“I’m paying next time,” I scolded him, sliding my purse onto my arm as we made our way to the exit.  “I can’t believe you wouldn’t even let me leave the tip.”

He threw his hands up in defense.  “Hey, I told you, chivalry is definitely not dead with me.”  I rolled my eyes as he laughed, and gasped softly when I felt his arm sling around my shoulder.  He pulled me into his side, and I inhaled his expensive cologne.

I didn’t want to disconnect from his warm embrace when we got to the car, but sadly he let me go so I could sit.  I was buzzing with excitement, not the least bit tired.  My favorite part of a date was always the end, the anticipation of whether he’d kiss me or not.  As we drove away, disappointment crept into my mind.  Did he want to kiss me?

For the entire drive home I was a nervous wreck, right until he pulled up next to the house.  He shifted to face me as he turned the car off, enveloping us in silence.

“Well, I don’t know about you, Scarlett, but I think we might just have to do this again.”

My grin was wide, and I pushed my hair out of my face.  “I think I could live with that.”  

His eyes drifted down to my lips, and I almost squealed with joy when he leaned in to kiss me.  His lips were warm, and he tasted like the drink we’d had.  I rested a hand on his neck, and his fingers wound into my hair.  He didn’t use tongue, which I guess I appreciated seeing as this was our first date.

Finally I pulled back, and bit my freshly plump lip.  “See you later, Jeremy.”

He nodded, looking giddy himself.  “I will definitely be calling you, Scarlett.  Leave your ringer on.”

I laughed as I climbed out of the car, shutting the door and giving him one last wave before he drove off.

Feeling on top of the world, I pushed through the front door into a dark house.  I thought everyone was asleep until I saw Hannah in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water and sifting through mail.

I dropped my bag on the ground and strolled over.  “What’s up?”  I was surprised she didn’t jump on me as soon as I walked through the door.

She glanced up, and I could tell by her grave expression something was wrong.

“What it is?”

Hannah sighed, and grabbed one of the envelopes from her stack.  “It’s from school,” she whispered.  “I opened it, just because I wanted to know what they said.  And it’s a bill.”

My heart thumped in my chest.  “A bill?  But I thought...I dropped out, that’s it.”

She shook her head.  “I don’t know, the fine print was so confusing.  Something about paying back grants and aid?  I don’t know if it’ll be the last one, either.”

All of the joy from my fun night evaporated as I read the amount at the bottom of the letter, feeling sick to my stomach.  “Hannah...” I murmured, face falling into my hands.  “I don’t have this money.  I don’t have...any.  I don’t even get paid at the cafe for two weeks.”

She rubbed my arm soothingly.  “It’ll be okay, we’ll figure something out.  Maybe call the people who helped with your parents?  See if there’s anything left?”

I nodded, sniffling as tears blurred in my eyes.  Footsteps announced someone else’s arrival, and I felt Calum’s presence before I even looked

He watched us for a second before leaning over the table.  “Got my mail, Hannah?” he asked, and she handed him an envelope.  It was plainly marked, and I just glimpsed the words Margaret Hood before he snatched it away.

Calum studied my appearance a little longer, and I knew he could see my watery eyes.  I prepared for some snarky comment, or a jab about my date.  But he didn’t say anything; instead he just waved the letter in his hand.

“Night, guys.”

I watched his back retreat towards the stairs, unsure whether the pit in my stomach was because of Hannah’s news or the way his expression was almost sympathizing.

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Share a Lair 05 || Share a Party

Charlotte was a little bit uncomfortable and for most of the drive, she was worried about saying too much, saying too little, saying stuff that made her seem like a pretentious egomaniac, saying stuff that made her seem like a dumbed down conformist… and in her thinking so much about what to say and what not to say, she decided at least on one thing, “I’m sorry that Henry and Jasper did this to you.”

He frowned. “Nothing to be sorry about. You don’t want to be stuck with those nerds, anyway.”

“Nerds.” She said it with no context and no tone. He didn’t know if she was making a declaration, questioning his choice of words or what. “I’m one of these nerds that you speak of,” she added after a long pause.

“Hardly. I mean, you totally are, but one of those people went through a bucket phase and the other is Henry, and I feel like I shouldn’t even have to expound on that, because you’re a smart lady.” She laughed. 

She was typically very defensive of Henry. She stuck her neck out for him and had his back a lot. Something about him not even just telling her that he didn’t want to hang out with her tonight made laughing at his expense acceptable in the moment.

“Yeah. They’re nerds. But, they’re supposed to be MY nerds. Over the last few years, they just get closer and closer, but damn - I guess I didn’t think that they’d ever just shut me out completely.” She didn’t want to bum him out. He was about to link up with his friends and she probably should have just went back home when she realized that she wasn’t included in plans.

“Don’t think of it as them shutting you out. Think of it as them finally letting you breathe! Maybe you’re so uptight because somebody had to make sure that the two of them didn’t accidentally stupid themselves to death.” She laughed again, a little harder than before, then gasped, suddenly stricken with fear! “They’re NOT gonna stupid themselves to death, Charlotte,” he said. “You deserve a night off. You’re not a single mom and they aren’t children, just idiots, but most people are, especially compared to people like us.”

Sadly, she whimpered, “They’re supposed to be my idiots.”

“I’ll introduce you to new idiots! And my idiots are nice and loyal.” He smiled. She could have Oyster for free… But… He’d likely keep a barrier between her and Gideon. She didn’t deserve that.

He got out of the car and telekinetically opened her door for her as he met her on the other side, then said, “Oh, and that was my last one of the night. They’re not supposed to know about my powers continuing.”

“Continuing?”

“Relax, Char. We haven’t even had our first date yet. You don’t need to know everything about me right now.”

“Our FIRST date? YET?” She repeated, incredulously.

“Oh look, she knows how to mimic.” He smiled, so she’d know he was just giving her a hard time, but then he took her hand and led her to this house that looked very much like a movie scene, with people all over the place, outside and in, but nothing extravagant and unbelievable happened right as they approached or right as they entered, so she knew it was real life. Whenever they got in, an old Asian man handed her a bottle of champagne and she tried to give it back, but he was very excitedly greeting Max and cheering about the party, the New Year and his grandson.  After a while, Max said, “This is Charlotte.”

“Max Thunderman, you always find the prettiest girls!” the old man said.

Max pulled her closer and warned the old man playfully, “Don’t get fresh.” Her face was warm and the heat was flushing through her entire body. They parted ways with the old man, but Max didn’t let go of her. She rationalized, because the room is kinda crowded and we’ve gotta stick together… 

He introduced her to people just like, “This is Charlotte,” which her brain began to toss around after the 3rd or 4th time - is he saying it like that to avoid telling anybody anything more about me, or have they already heard my name before? Does he just not have a cover for why we would know each other? Or… has he told his friends that I exist? But, she shook her head, why would he tell his friends you exist, Girl? This man wasn’t thinking about you. He just got swindled into distracting you and the hero in him is trying to do right by that obligation… But, wait… Nobody makes Max do anything that he doesn’t want to… and his hand has pretty much made a little groove in my waist now…

He was right, though. His friends WERE super nice, and… kind of idiots. But, she was relaxing more and more as time went on and eventually, when she seemed comfortable enough, Max let go of her. They were chatting and laughing with his friends and several times the two of them exchanged amused looks, KNOWING that they were the only two people there who noticed something or caught something hilariously ignorant that was said. They weren’t being malicious, just… clearly the smartest people in the bunch. It was kind of like whenever she was with the Man Cave and nobody else caught something but her, but this time, somebody else was there to give a look of acknowledgment.

At some point, Oyster suggested, “Since all of us are here tonight, we should do a one night only band reunion!”

Max laughed and shook his head. Charlotte gasped and said, “That would be SO cool!”

Max stopped laughing and immediately said, “Of course it will! Let’s umm… Let’s do this,” he said to Oyster, who was VERY excited. The boys gathered and started trying to quickly make a plan and Phoebe spotted Charlotte, sitting by herself, not too far away from them.

“Charlotte!” She called and waved. Charlotte smiled and waved back. Phoebe came over and introduced her best friend, Cherry, and wondered, “What are these goobers doing?”

“A one night only band reunion,” Charlotte said, giggling.

“Oyster’s plan?” Phoebe and Cherry both asked. Charlotte nodded. “I’m surprised that he got Max to agree to it,” Phoebe said. “Unlesssss… Charlotte… Did you get Max to agree to this?”

Charlotte shook her head, “All I said is it would be cool…”

“She’s got him,” Cherry and Phoebe said at the same time.

“Please stop doing that,” Charlotte said, laughing a little uncomfortably. “And also, what do you mean by that?”

“Max has the hots for you!” Cherry said, with an expression on her face like it was obvious. But. Charlotte had literally JUST met this woman. Cherry and Phoebe sat on either side of her to ask her questions and gauge to see if she both liked Max back and if she was even right for him…

Max looked over, noticed them hounding her and gasped. He grabbed Charlotte’s hands and asked, “Hey, would you like to play a song with the guys?"

"Not reall-” he gave her a push towards the band and she furrowed her eyebrows.

He turned to Cherry and Phoebe and whispered loudly to them, “Back off! Whatever you’re doing, just back off!”

“We’re helping you!” Cherry loud whispered back.

“No!” He turned and Charlotte had a guitar. “Hi! Okay. Ummm.. I’ll take that."

"Okay?” She said, handing it to him. “Are you okay, Max?"

"Haven’t played in a while and we weren’t great the first time…”

“Yeah, the only good songs were from when he stole Phoebe’s diary and turned her pain into lyrics.” Max’s eyes narrowed at her and Phoebe’s eyes widened.

“That’s horrible!” Charlotte said, looking at Max with disdain. “You really WERE a villain.”

“Right! Past tense! He hasn’t done anything that foul in a long time. Good Guy Max, now,” Phoebe said. Max sighed. They were obviously persistent to make it worse.

“I was a kid, you know? Surely, there have been times when you’ve done something not that great to somebody you cared about when you were younger?”

Charlotte recalled distracting Jasper so that Piper could pore moth pheromones on him, against his will. Terrible thing to do to someone… So, she nodded and let it go. Max said to Phoebe, “By the way, we only had one hit and that was about Link’s toe, so that’s what we’re going with.”

“Wait…” She said, but the band was taking it to the makeshift stage. Charlotte didn’t know if she was simply the only person not drunk or if this was a Hiddenville staple or something, but this song was downright terrible. She laughed about it and hoped it came across as a laugh of support. But, the guys were good at instruments and Max’s singing voice did things to her. Whenever they were done, he rushed off and she was confused.

Where the heck did he go? “Max’s Girlfriend! Max’s Girlfriend!” She heard somebody calling and looked around to see who this person who was supposed to be his girlfriend, or if maybe there was a different Max or something. But, when she turned around, Oyster handed her the guitar and wondered, “What songs do you know?”

She accepted the instrument and said, “I’m not Max’s girlfriend. We’re just…” She couldn’t realistically say friends, because she had only known him for a few months and it didn’t even seem that long, to be honest, as they didn’t spend much time around each other. She couldn’t say that they were on a date, because they technically weren’t. But, to say that she drove with a stranger to another town to party on one of the hottest party nights sounded off too, because that didn’t seem like her and she wondered how she had come to make such a decision. “We’re just hanging out tonight,” she said.

“So… You’re available?” Gideon asked, excitedly.

“No,” she said. Technically, she wasn’t. She had school, work, and Henry to take care of. She wasn’t as upset as earlier and knew that she wasn’t fed up enough not to.

“That’s gonna make Max sad,” Gideon said, with a frown on his face. She was going to ask more, but Max showed back up, looking refreshed and just… delightfully handsome. He smelled really good too. She figured he must’ve went for a touch up and she appreciated that.

“So, what songs do you know?” Oyster asked Charlotte again.

She knew a ton of them, but wasn’t exactly in the mood to play, because now she was all confused. Did… Max like her? Like, like her like her? Max noticed her discomfort and told everyone that she wasn’t here to serve as a musician, but to have a good time. That settled it.

“So, Charlotte - how did you and Max meet?” Oyster asked. Even though she said she wasn’t his girlfriend and Oyster hadn’t spent a lot of time around Max lately, he knew that look when he saw it. He and Max used to double date all the time.

“Well, I work with his roommate,” she said. And that settled whether or not he’d mentioned her before.

“Sorry to hear that. That guy sounds like a tool,” Oyster commented. Max snickered. But, he’d obviously had the time to mention HENRY.

“He’s my best friend, so, I don’t think so,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. Max remained quiet and the German guy, Wolfgang, was talking. He didn’t seem like he knew English very well, but they could at least understand him. She was having a bit of trouble, but used context clues. Basically, something about how they should all hang out after the party. Max looked at her for an answer. Of course, he wanted to spend more time with his friends. She knew his schedule, sort of. He was always on a mission somewhere. “Um, sure. I can always get a car service if it gets too late.”

“And have them take you all the way to Swellview?” He wondered. “That’d be crazy expensive.”

“Well, my car is actually at your place.”

“Still too much to pay for a car. We don’t have to go,” he said.

“No, no. Of course we will. It’s fine. Henry won’t be working tomorrow. I don’t have to get to bed at any certain time.” She said it, but it was the complete opposite. More than likely, with Henry partying tonight, she would be his backup for everything tomorrow. And she wasn’t much of a partier anyways. But, it was extremely nice of Max to take her out tonight and she didn’t want to ruin his time or be the reason that he had to cut it short from hanging out with his nice friends (probably for the first time in a while).

“Hey! It’s almost countdown!” Cherry rushed over, cheering. “Grab your dates!” She and Oyster took each other’s hands lovingly and Charlotte had just realized that she and Max were the only people who weren’t paired up! Well, in this group at least.

He called, “We gotta go outside for my fireworks presentation!” And grabbed Charlotte by the hand, waving his friends out with the other. She furrowed her eyebrows, but moved quickly so they wouldn’t run her down. He moved them aside, let the others out, then pointed two fingers to start the presentation. “Okay, THAT was the last time,” he said. He wrapped an arm around her waist and directed her to the terrace that his friends were all on. 

The fireworks began, glowing up number designs among them as everyone counted, “10! 9! 8! 7!…” Charlotte was excited. She’d seen fireworks before and she had rang in the New Year before, but never with a group of people that seemed to genuinely like her, or at least be nice to her all night, and never with a hot guy… Who… well, she wasn’t WITH him, but.. She glanced at him as the other’s around them reached one, screamed Happy New Year! And began their first kisses of the year. Max looked bashfully at the ground and said, “You should look at the fireworks. Worked hard on them.”

She turned back to the exhibit, which had his friends’ names and a little character or icon to represent them, and then, “And Charlotte!” She gasped and looked at him.

“Had to work quickly once I realized you’d be coming out tonight…” He smiled and she knew that she still had time. She leaned up as far as she could, but he was about a foot taller than her, only slightly less with her boots on, so he leaned down to meet her. He thought that was going to land on his cheek, but it didn’t. She kissed him. On the lips!

It took him but a brief moment to realize that she had, and once he did, he pulled her closer and kissed her a little harder. Not for long, because the moment that he nibbled on her lip, she seemingly came to her senses and pulled back, with a bashful laugh. “Sor- sorry!” She said, warm in the face. “Guess the spirit of the night jumped into me.”

“I like that. I was hoping that you’d loosen up before the night was over and what’s this? *Gasps!* Casual kisses???” He teased, a glint of joy in his eyes.

She covered her face with both hands and said, “I don’t normally do stuff like that!”

“Hey.” He pulled her hands away gently and held them, “You don’t have to feel like you’ve gotta explain yourself to me, Charlotte. I’m a great guesser, and I’ve got a feeling that I pretty much know what kind of a person that you are.”

“What kind of person is that?” She asked, with a twist of attitude in her voice.

He just laughed lightly, “The kind that just needs to give herself a break and not have to worry about things so much. Just a few hours and you’ve managed to start your year out carefree.”

She actually had SEVERAL cares right now!

…But, looking at Max, she couldn’t remember what any of them were. She shivered. Jeesh! Why hadn’t she programmed a jacket into this dang outfit? Max noticed and asked, “Can I try something?”

“Ummm…?”

“It won’t hurt,” he said, with a smile. She nodded slowly. Max wrapped himself around her from behind and breathed warmth onto the back of her neck. She shivered again, but in a different way and then, she was warm. She leaned back against him and stayed there for a moment. “Okay, I should just stop saying that it’s my last time using my powers, at this point.”

“You really should!” She laughed.

“Max! We’re heading to Maddie’s!” Someone called.

“Right behind you!” He said and let go of Charlotte. “It doesn’t have to be weird, you know? I’d prefer if it isn’t.”

“It isn’t. It wasn’t. It was nice.”

“Good. Still wanna hang out some more?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” He took her hand and they went to meet up with his friends at another party.

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High Energy! That was what she felt, on only a few hours of sleep. This new year was already great and she was glad to have let it all out last night and just be for a moment. Whenever she got to the lair, she came in through the tower entrance, but couldn’t find Henry or Jasper. Then again, it was pretty early, so they were probably asleep. She began to make everyone green matcha tea smoothies, get the control panel up and running and get started on some assignments in the lab, for the new year. She peeked into Henry’s bedroom. He wasn’t there. She called his phone. No answer. No worries. He probably just spent the night at Jasper’s and they’re asleep… But… Why spend the night at Jasper’s? This place was MUCH better and closer to their party last night.

Not that she was worried, but she figured that she might just go check out the party site. Hopefully, nobody got arrested… or worse. She drove out there and saw the party boat out in the middle of the water. What was it still doing there?  She looked at the lake, And when did it get cold enough for the lake to freeze? She wondered. She tried to call Jasper and some girl answered his phone, “Hello?”

“Hi! This is Jasper’s friend. The person who this phone is for. Is he around?”

“Oh… No. He’s probably either still on the boat or they had to send out for help.”

“What.”

“Party boat got hit with a HUGE prank. I took the phone and after telling somebody where the dude is, I drop it off at the Pear store.”

“A prank?” Charlotte repeated, recalling Max’s friends talking about the elaborate pranks he pulled in school.

“Hilarious. These two dudes got left behind and somebody froze the water.” She laughed. “Well, Happy New Year. I’m going to the Pear store, Bye!”

Charlotte couldn’t help but to laugh too. But, the water was still frozen. They couldn’t move the boat. She called Max.

“It is before 9,” was how he answered the phone.

“It is. But, I’m looking at this abandoned boat on a frozen lake and have the sneaky suspicion that my friends are trapped on it and also that you can un-trap them.”

“Ugh. Call Phoebe. I’m off today and she cares about rescuing idiots,” he grunted.

“Max…”

“Char…” He mocked. “Seriously. I’m not getting out of bed. They aren’t gonna die.”

She sighed, “This is very, very unprofessional and not heroic.”

“Maybe. But, don’t lie and say that you didn’t find it funny.”

“When did you even find the time to do this???” She wondered.

“Who says I did this?” She could hear a sly smile in his voice. He wasn’t going to reveal his secrets. “Hope it works out for them.”

“You don’t care, do you?”

“No, not really.” He laughed and hung up. She laughed too. Might as well call Ray and Schwoz to get these dudes off the boat with the Man Copter.