#hes like “yeah its rude for me to freak out. and im not really normal either. i dont wanna be rude :)” like bro that is a dragon

[siren--squid]

Something I love about NRFTI is that the presumably normal human main character meets up with his online friend and one of them has animal ears and a tail and he's like super chill with that like it's completely normal. And the other friend has a body temperature that should definitely be concerning like the dude is running a constant fever and feels like a stove-top and that also just normal to Adam, his friend is a personal space heater and that's not concerning. That other guy is half animal and that's totally chill and cool, no pun intended as that guy's body temp is like pure fucking ice constantly

And then he meets back up with his childhood best friend and previous partner... and it's completely and totally not weird that they're now a fuckin catboy. They have cat ears and a tail and in fact.. That is so perfectly fine with Adam that they're back together and implied to have.. literally fucked.

AND THEN.

He meets two more online friends.

And..

One of them is a whole ass half human half... dragon.

A DRAGON HUMAN HYBRID

And that's normal enough for him to just get in the busted up old creepy white van with the... dragon

And the other guy, the one driving, is apparently half fish

And its,...,,,,,, just another Tuesday

[dw-writes]

Once Bitten, Twice Angry - Miguel O'Hara x Anti Hero!Reader

So. This isnt planned to be a fic - in fact Im writing it on my phone (which is something I NEVER do). But the idea came to me today and its itching the inside of my skull so I decided to write it down. Its silly - just an thought experiment to get the Across the Spiderverse brain worms out.

This isnt intended to be a romantic fic, either. At the point of writing this author blurb, i dont even know how Miguel fits into it beyond the main idea of him being venomous.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think

This isnt edited, and was typed out pretty quickly on a phone. I apologize ;;

WARNINGS: Swearing; Violence

"I bet you're wondering what I'm doing here." The bank robber - his name was Ryan, you remembered, and he was a pretty decent guy, just down on his luck too many times - nodded and mumbled behind the collect of irridecent that coated his mouth. You propped your foot on the side of another robber - Julian, Julius, Juli-something, he never really talked that much to you - as he tried to squirm towards his fallen weapon. "It's weird, right?" you mused, "One day, I'm the Black Cat, Nueva York's greatest burglar, the next I'm--" you cut yourself off as you hooked a foot around Juli-such-and-such's hip and tossed him across the bank floor. He released a muffled shout.

"Okay, so, what do you think of Moon Weaver?" you asked, "Too much?"

"Ain't there a Moon Knight?" someone in the bank quipped.

You twisted around, snapping your fingers down on your new, and very much stolen, web shooter. The man crumbled back against a cabinet. He was a banker, and annoying during robberies.

"I didn't ask you? I still don't know if you're gonna be saved by me yet," you replied. You turned back to Ryan. "No Moon Weaver?" you asked.

He shook his head.

"Damn," you sighed, "Anyway, I was telling this to my therapist up on the seventh floor - you should see her by the way, she's great - and we were going over how this started, but since you so rudely interrupted my therapy session, you get to hear it." You crouched in front of him. "Don't worry, you're not gonna remember a thing anyway. I'll make sure of it."

Ryan didn't reply.

You stood back up. "So, let's start at the beginning." You waved your hand as you paced away to another bank robber, kneeling to scoop up his limp ankle. "Remember that heist I was doing a few months ago? Priceless heirloom, lots of money, you know how it is. I was on the job, like normal, when that fucking Spiderman shows up." You dropped the man's ankle and crouched in front of Ryan again. "Have you ever seen him without his mask? He's kinda hot, but in that infuriating "I really wanna punch you" kinda way?"

Ryan merely stared at you. He wasn't a very good audience.

You huffed. "Anyway. He showed up, we did the whole song and dance - the chase, the quips, the obvious flirting with a good layer of sexual tension - and I give him the slip." You frowned at your own memory of that night, planting your fists on your hips. "Except, I didn't. He caught me around the corner, and we went down, grappling. I think I hit him a little too hard in a place that I shouldn't've - that's rude in a fight, you know - because he yelled and suddenly bit my shoulder." You turned back around. "He bit me! Like a four year old!"

You thought Ryan mumbled something that sounded like, "Seriously?" but it was too hard to make out.

So, you replied with, "Yeah! And I went home, and I started feeling weird." Then, you crouched again, your fingers dancing over your knees. "And you know how we all kinda know that he's a weird little freak that's, like, part spider, or werewolf, or vampire, or something freaky? Yeah, I think whatever it is gave me powers," you whispered.

Ryan's eyes went wide.

You shrugged and stood, cupping your fingers around his head. "Yeah, it was weird. And now, here we are!" Your fingers tickled as a surge of electricity arched away from them and through his skull. "Not that you'll remember it," you mumbled.

The robber thrashed as you stepped away, then slumped to the ground. You watch him for a moment, frowning, waiting to make sure he was still breathing. When he groaned, you stepped back.

Then, you snapped your fingers, turning around to face the whole group of thieves you had piled in a corner. "Oh, what about Night Spider? That's pretty cool!" you asked.

"It's pretty," came a delayed reply. You looked over your shoulder. It was a customer, one of the few that was still curled up on the floor.

You smiled, and bowed at the waist. "Why thank you," you preened, standing, and waving your arm towards the door, "What're you all still waiting around here for? Get outta here!" You watched as the customers scrambled to their feet. "And tell the cops it was Night Spider that helped you!" You backed away, eyeing an exit you normally took to escape a bank with a similar layout. "Not Spiderman."

You bolted as the cops rushed into the building.

Miguel watched from atop the roof across the street, an annoyed scowl etched deep into his face. He knew he shouldn't have bitten you that night - but how could he have known you'd have such a reaction?!

And now, you went from being a pain in his side to a fucking problem.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned, swearing under his breath.

Lyla would never let him live it down.

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Ten. Faces

warnings: swearing, hate comments word count: 4.1k (not including pics)

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A/N: sorry its late!!!! this feels rushed but i was just too excited to get to some parts!!! also i have had some parts written out for SO long that they dont even feel cute to me anymore so im literally praying to every deity rn that you guys think its cute lmao anyway enjoy!!!!

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It had been about a week since Karl's slip up but everything was already more normal than Y/n had expected it to be. Of course, George, Sapnap and Quackity were all very understanding and gave her space while simultaneously reassuring her that she was safe with them. She fully believed it too, she knew she was safe with them and they weren't going to tell anyone her name.

The one unusual thing was now she had a heavy guilt, like someone dropped another sandbag in her stomach, every time Dream texted her. If the others knew, it was only fair that she tell him her name too, right? I mean, it's Dream. Dream! The boy who had quickly slipped his way into her life and, though she wouldn't admit it to Karl or Naomi, her heart.

But how? Does she just come right out and say it or wait until it gets brought up? She hadn't practiced telling anyone her name because she wasn't planning on doing it any time soon. Though, maybe she should have been seeing as she was going to see them all in person in a little over a month.

Regardless of the guilt, Y/n had other things to worry about today; Quackity was coming to visit. Karl had picked him up from the airport and the two of them spent all day catching up and doing who knows what but Y/n still hadn't met him. She was scared. She wasn't scared of Quackity, but scared because it was the first time one of her online friends would be able to put a face to her name and voice.

Y/n shuffled across her living room rug and reached for her phone on the coffee table, looking for some sort of distraction while she waited for them to arrive.

-

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, shaking her head as she threw her phone on the couch. Okay, he's right. It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be great. It's just Quackity. If he said anything rude or annoying or anything she could literally just step on him like a bug.

A sharp knock on the front door of her apartment snapped her back into reality. She shook her limbs of nervousness as she made her way to the door, two familiar voices begging to be acknowledged from the other side.

"Let us iiinnn!! Y/nnn!!!!" Karl whined.

After countless times asking the same question, she finally convinced Karl that she was okay with him using her real name in front of Quackity. He clearly still felt guilty about telling the boys her name, asking her multiple times in different ways whether he should call her Y/n or Bugsy in front of the guest. She finally got it through his head that she didn't mind either way.

"Hold on!" she yelled back. She unlocked the door and swung it open to see Karl and Quackity. "So impatient."

"Holy shit, you are tall! Goddammit, I thought that was a joke!"

Y/n laughed shyly at the greeting, looking at Quackity like he was crazy. "Hello to you too. Tried to warn you, dude."

"Yeah but, damn! You're tall and attractive, what the hell?"

"Dude," she said with a warning in her voice. She thought the flirting on Twitter was funny, but in real life she got embarrassed easier and wasn't a fan. "I'm about to kick you out of my house before I even let you in."

This was weird, meeting Quackity before meeting some of her other friends. She loved Quackity, but she had known George much longer and Sapnap even before that. There was no problem with meeting Quackity, she just had no idea how to act since she felt like she hardly knew him.

"Am I allowed to tell people that you're hot?" he asked as he fell on her couch, Karl following right after.

"Quackity!" Y/n yelled, her face heating up at a compliment. "Seriously?"

Karl cackled and shoved Quackity. "Shut up, Alex! No, you're not allowed!"

"Sorry, is that compliment reserved for Dream?" He cackled at his own joke and Y/n's face heated up even more.

"I seriously will kick you out of my house."

"You wanna be flirty on main but not in real life?" Quackity scoffed.

"I'm not flirty on main, you are!" she laughed. "Seriously, don't."

"Okay, sorry, I'll stop," Quackity promised with a laugh in his words.

The three of them fell into easy conversation, mostly because Karl and Quackity were already comfortable around each other at this point. They eventually decided to go to the mall, just to mess around and do something.

*reminder: covid doesn't exist in this fic bc we only want happy things so ignore their masks :P*

Y/n frowned as she unlocked her front door, staring at her phone. She had been so happy with all the fans freaking out about the meetup so she looked at the trending list, expecting to see a flood of keyboard smashes and happiness, but that's not all she ended up seeing. BUGKARLITY was trending, so she scrolled through the tweets and was upset to see not all of them were positive. In fact, when she typed her name in the search bar, lots of the tweets using her name were rather mean.

A few that stuck in her head called her an attention whore and said that her friends only flirted with her because she paid them too. Who on earth would even do that? Some hurt way more than others but she tried to push them aside. It wasn't like this was the first time she had seen comments like this, but they had only gotten worse since her Minecraft date with Dream. She was worried it was cause more hate for her friends and the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of their own hate.

She typed several different messages to Dream, deleting them all after she reread them. She felt like she had to request the same thing from him in a different way. Maybe because she felt like his words meant more, even if he really was just joking like the rest of them. She decided to call him instead of texting.

"Hi!" he chirped happily from the other end.

"Hi, Dream," she said as her chest filled with something warm at the sound of his voice. "How are you doing?"

"Good," he dragged out the word. "How are you?"

"Okay."

"Just okay? What's up?"

"Um," she started, immediately forgetting the words she decided she'd use. "I just... would you mind, uh, not flirting with me so much on, like, Twitter and streams and stuff like that?"

There was a silence before Dream's frantically apologetic words came through. "Yes, of course, oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. If I had known I was making you uncomfortable, I wouldn't have—"

"Wait, no," she interrupted but he must not have heard.

"—said things like... oh gosh. Bug, I'm really sorry—"

"Dream!" she raised her voice, getting him to stop ranting. "You don't make me uncomfortable."

"Oh. Really?"

"Of course not. I actually think it's really..." Cute? Adorable? Endearing? "funny," she decided.

"Oh. Then why...?"

She sighed heavily and explained what she told the others. "So, yeah. I just don't want you guys getting hate because of me so I figure if you stop then... you know."

"Bug..." he said gently. "I'm really sorry. I promise you that I don't—none of us think those things about you."

"I know."

"No, seriously," he said, clearly not believing her. "You need to understand that I..." he paused. "I mean what I say. Always."

Always? she thought. There's a few things he's said that certainly he didn't really mean... like calling her cute?

"I don't joke around like that unless I want to. I wouldn't say things like I say to you unless I really, really, genuinely considered you a close friend and felt comfortable around you. And I do."

Her heart swelled. "Thanks, Dream. I just... maybe don't do it so much for right now? Online, at least," she clarified, not wanting to deprive herself completely of Dream's flirting.

"Yeah, if that's what you want, of course."

"Well, I don't want you to stop flirting with me but, yeah."

He chuckled. "Oh, you do like when I flirt with you?"

She hummed and changed the subject. "Did I interrupt you doing anything?"

"No," his teasing voice dropped and was back to his regular self. "I'm just editing the video we filmed the other day."

"Oh, the 'Minecraft, but you can't touch the floor'?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," she said, not meaning to sound disappointed. "I'll let you get back to it—"

"No. I mean, you can stay on the phone. Unless you're busy."

She smiled and put her phone on speaker and set it next to her foot on the floor. "I was just gonna paint. So I can stay."

Before she knew it, almost two hours had passed of them sitting in comfortable silence, occasionally speaking to share something with the other before going back to their tasks. It was comforting knowing she didn’t need to speak constantly and could just hang out with Dream.

Y/n's phone rested on the floor next to her, Dream on speakerphone on the other end, only the sounds of his keyboard clicking letting her know he hadn't fallen asleep or hung up. She wasn't sure when they started doing this, staying on the phone even when they had nothing to talk about, but they had done it a few times before. They had talked on the phone and Discord many times but it was usually always with purpose, not usually this silently-enjoying-each-others-presence nonsense. Who was she kidding calling it nonsense, she enjoyed it an embarrassingly insane amount.

She repositioned so she was laying on her stomach as she finished sketching an image that was in her mind.

"Hey, you still there?" Dream asked softly.

"Yeah. Sorry, am I taking away from your sitting in silence time with George?" she joked.

Dream chuckled lightly. "Nah, you're more fun. I was just seeing if you ditched me for Karl yet."

"Nah, you're more fun," she mimed truthfully. "But I'm very focused on this drawing."

"Can I see it when you're done?"

"Don't expect too much. It looks bad."

"If you don't tell me what it is, I can't know how accurate or inaccurate it is."

"Very true..." she trailed off, holding the canvas further away to examine it all at once. She wanted the sketch to be perfect before she made permanent choices with paint. She enjoyed the serenity they maintained even when talking, voices low and delicate like they were keeping secrets but not quite whispering. "Are you almost done editing your video from the other day?"

"Sorta. I'm at the part where you and Sapnap almost died laughing because a ghast knocked George into lava and then Sapnap laughed so hard he fell into lava."

She chuckled, remembering the situation vividly. "That was so funny. The way George screams is so funny."

"Let Naomi know that," he mumbled, causing Y/n to gasp.

"Dream!" she laughed loudly and he joined.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's true though."

"Disgusting!"

A distant voice sounded on the other end and she assumed it was Sapnap. "What do you want for dinner?"

Dream responded with a soft, "Nothing, I'm good."

"Are you talking to Bugsy?"

He must have responded physically because the next sound was Sapnap's very clear, much more lively voice speaking directly into the phone. "Hi, Bugsy!"

"Hi, Sapnap!"

"Can you tell Dream to eat some damn food? This man literally hasn't eaten a single thing all goddamn day."

"Dream," Y/n scolded slowly. "Please eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'm not showing you my painting until you eat."

A door closed on the other end and she took that as a sign that Sapnap had left.

"I don't wanna see it anyway. It's probably trash."

"Take that back!" she gasped lightly. She looked at the canvas as she grabbed the first paint color and laughed. It was only a sketch and it was already trash. "Fine, then I won't go on the trip if you don't eat in the next ten minutes."

"That's punishing yourself too though."

"Who says I want to see you?" she asked.

"I never said anything about not seeing me being the punishment."

She had been caught. "It was implied."

"Sure it was."

"It's true though. Who says I wanna see your stupid face?"

He didn't say anything, but an incoming FaceTime call lit up Y/n's phone. A FaceTime call from him.

Her smile dropped. "Clay?"

"Answer it," his voice was lower and her heart started beating faster. Was he really about to show her his face to prove a point? Reveal his biggest secret that only a few close friends knew? To her of all people? She made sure she couldn't be seen in the small window and pressed accept, the voice call ending and the FaceTime call starting.

To her surprise, what came into view wasn't his face, but the logo of the hoodie he was wearing, the simple smile of his merch taunting her. She laughed, the anxiety slowly fading away as it was replaced with a heavy feeling in her stomach. Was she disappointed? Maybe a little, but he teased her into believing she would see him.

"Oh, wow! Dream face reveal! He looks just like his icon, no way!!!"

His chest moved up and down as he laughed, not moving the camera away. "You heard it here first, guys! You've known my face all along, the logo is actually my face!"

She laughed and returned to painting, not paying any more attention to her phone since he was now also showing his ceiling, a small corner of his monitor in frame but nothing else. "I mean it though, if you don't eat, I'm going to be so mad I won't even want to be friends anymore. Or you'll die from malnourishment before we get the chance to meet."

"I doubt it. I'm just not hungry."

"Whatever."

"Oh, hey, so you met Quackity today. How was it?"

"Very scary."

"Yeah?" he asked sympathetically, urging her to explain if she wanted.

"Yeah. But it turned out okay! He didn't act any different so it was fine. It was mostly just awkward. He's also so freaking loud. You would not believe how much louder he and Karl get when they're together."

"I can imagine. Aren't they doing a stream right now or something?"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't wanna watch though, I've had enough of them for the month."

Dream laughed. "How will you deal with them together for New Years'? It'll be for like two weeks."

"Who knows if I'll actually go?"

"Wait, what?" he asked abruptly, not even bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. His keyboard stopped clicking and she could picture him staring at his phone as if looking at her. "Of course you're going."

"Not if you don't eat food! You have, like, 3 minutes to eat something until I officially am busy doing other things whenever the trip is."

Dream groaned and clicked a few things on his computer before the image on the screen became blurry as he walked through the house, still pointing it at the ceiling. She looked away again and kept painting.

"Quackity's really funny though," she continued. "It was super awkward at first but it was fun to have someone else to help me make fun of Karl."

"Wait, Bug," Dream called out over the sound of wrappers crinkling.

"Hm?" She hummed, continuing to paint.

"Bug," his voice was much softer and he sounded nervous.

She looked at her screen and dropped the paintbrush as she focused on what she saw, grabbing her phone and holding it closer to her face so she could see, still making sure she wasn't in view. All the anxiety from the beginning of the FaceTime suddenly came back and hit her like a truck. Sitting on her screen, waiting to be seen, was Dream. His hood was up, tufts of blonde hair sticking out, and he was standing with his back towards a dark room, the dim light from his pantry making his face just visible.

He held up a cookie in front of his actual, real face. "Are you watching?"

"Y-yea... I... Yeah. I'm watching. Is that really you?"

He nodded once before shoving the cookie in his mouth. "There, I consumed food," he announced, his voice muffled by the cookie. "Now you're legally obligated to come."

"I—What? CLAY! WHAT?"

"What?" he asked innocently as he chewed, walking back to his room and still holding the phone up to show his face. His room light was on, making his face much more visible. If Y/n thought he was attractive in the harsh pantry light, he must have looked like a god in his room lighting, even as pixelated as he was due to the quality of FaceTime. He fell on his bed and Y/n could only gape at his features. He slumped against his headboard, surrounded by roughly a thousand pillows, sporting a small, shy smile as he stared at the screen. "Bug, what?"

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Needless to say, he was unbelievably handsome. Part of the speechlessness was from the shock that he showed his face out of the blue, but obviously, the majority of it was that he was pretty much the most attractive person she'd ever seen. It should be illegal for someone to look that good in a hoodie, especially when pixelated.

"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully. "Wanna take back what you said earlier?" He bit into another cookie.

"W-what did I say earlier?" Why was she stuttering???

"You said you don't wanna see me and that I'm ugly," he teased.

She paused for too many seconds too long before finally muttering, "you arrogant son of a bitch." He laughed loudly at that.

His eyes crinkled and he threw his head back. So that's what he looks like when he wheezes, she thought to herself, pretty.

Dream shuffled his position on his bed and rested his head on one of his hands. He looked so comfy. "Why are you so quiet, weirdo?" he mumbled.

She set her phone back down and touched her cheeks with her hands and looked away for a moment, grounding herself to the real world for a second. She couldn't process her thoughts when she was staring at a man as gorgeous as Clay. "I don't know, maybe because you gave me no warning before showing me your face? Or because you failed to mention that you're incredibly hot?"

She was so glad she had looked back at her phone or else she would have missed the glorious sight of his cheeks turning bright red before he turned the camera back to his ceiling. "Oh my gosh."

"Aw cute, I made you blush."

"Shut up," he mumbled. "You threatened to not come if I didn't eat something!"

"You didn't have to—you showed me your freaking face just to prove you ate a cookie!! DREAM! I would have believed you if you just said you ate something!" she laughed breathlessly, staring at the phone now for a chance to see him again. "I was joking anyway!"

"Sure you were."

"I was."

"Well, oh well. You deserved to see me anyway."

"Oh, I deserve to see you?" She laughed. "How big is your ego?"

"You know what I meant," he groaned. "You got doxxed by Karl and you met Quackity in person. And you've clearly had a bad day because of all the hate and stuff. You've done a lot of stressful things recently and you deserved to be let in on a secret too."

He was so sweet. Like, tooth-rotting, Halloween candy stash hidden under a kid's bed, upset tummy sweet. She also couldn't get over the fact that he was a million times cuter when he was shy like he was being now, his voice soft and unsure. It contrasted vastly with the confident, loud-mouthed Dream everyone usually saw, though she liked that Dream too. She wished he could show his face for just one more second to see what he looked like shy. Probably sickeningly adorable.

This was it, wasn't it? The chance she had been waiting for to tell him her name? He just let her in on his biggest secret, now he was the one deserving to be let in.

"Y/n," she said with a confident, but soft voice.

There was a long pause. "W-what?"

"Y/n."

He understood the second time immediately. "Y/n..." he tested, the smile in his voice clear as day. "I like it."

"Yeah, well, I guess you deserved to know the secret too."

"I would have been content never knowing."

"Really?" She didn't believe him. He seemed like the type to never be satisfied, always looking for something better. Not in a greedy way, but in a motivational, goal-oriented big achiever way.

"Really," he hummed. "I already feel like you're too good to be true so I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't a real person."

It was silent as she tried to collect her thoughts.

"Bug? You okay?"

"Yeah, I... it's just a lot."

"Sorry."

"No, it's not you. Well... I don't know. I just don't know what I'm supposed to say when you say things like that," she admitted.

He paused. "I think you always have the perfect responses when I say things like that."

"What do I usually say?" She smiled shyly, pulling her hoodie up to her lips.

"You usually call me a nerd or say you can't stand me. 'Oh my gosh I cannot stand you'," he mimicked before laughing.

"What? How is that the perfect response to you saying you can't believe I'm real?"

He hummed and she could practically hear him shrugging. "Because it's a classic Bug response. It's a hundred perfect you. So yeah, it's perfect."

She was silent, trying to compose herself before she exploded.

"By the way, check Twitter."

"Why, are you bragging about me calling you hot?" she teased, hoping to make him blush like she had earlier. It worked.

"Oh my gosh, no. Just look."

She clicked her home button and navigated to the app, her feed instantly flooding with the same similar messages.

"Oh, my gosh," she muttered, her fingers flying away as she typed out her own tweet in response to the love.

Dream chuckled from the other end and when she asked him why, he vaguely said that George texted him but didn't explain further.

"Um, I have to go," she said mournfully. "Karl and Quackity are coming over again."

"Booooo," he pouted.

"Sorry, you aren't the only man in my life," she teased before instantly regretting her choice of words. Too flirty, Y/n, she thought to herself.

"Hm, shame. Am I at least at the top of the list?"

She bit her lips, wanting desperately to repeat what she had told him on their Minecraft date. In the end, she gave in. "I always mean what I say too," she started. "You're my main bitch, baby."

Dream made some sort of sound, a mix of a scoff and a whine but Y/n didn't comment on it, just glowing with heat in her cheeks.

"Leave before I don't let you," he said softly and the heat only grew.

"Goodnight, Dream," she pressed, the tone in her voice letting him know he was being a tease. "Thanks for... thanks for your tweet. And for everything you said earlier."

"Of course. Sorry that you have to see those kinds of things a lot."

"It's okay when I have people like you."

"People like me? What does that mean?"

"Just.... people like you." Cute, sweet, kind, genuine people who make her heart flutter.

She could hear his smile in his words and she figured he knew the unspoken words in her thoughts, the ones she was saying without saying. "Okay. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight."

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ok enterprise eppy 1 liveblog

awwhrhh awwww. awhehhghhgh. aweehhghghgh. aowow. sorry. yeah ehrm well im scared of archer fyi but this little intro with a crumb of archer is really rather darling ... i love a little gent who makes model ships. you cant get much better than that. shame he becomes scott bakula but what can you do

Omg...t he like quality of this is also really disconcerting . hewwo. its like theres different freaking camera angles for reals. madness.

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NOOOOO NOT A SILLY PUTTY BEASTS... HANG ON DIDNT I MAKE A POST AND PEOPLE WARNED ME ABOUT THEM. OH GOODNESS ME

bro why did you shoot my friend. my friend the klin- FTHE UFKCING INTRO I ALREADY KNOW THIS...

IM GOING TO VOM MAYBE.

CAUSE IVE GOT FAITH. OF THE HEART. IM GOING WHERE MY HEART WILL TAKE ME. IVE GOT F

also i dont want to be unfair to enterprise but i am going in with reservations bc i know, like, some vague ongoings with it that make me raise an eyebrow and i am sorta going in this antiicpating taking the piss a BIT more than with others, and i will say love the intro i dont care i love the song the lyrics so funny BUT the visuals are also making me freaking piss myself im so sory.... this is so early 2000s american core...

i cant tell the men apart yet.. thats one of the white blokes.

mister archer isnt AS scary with this little supernatural getup. sorry to call it a supernatural getup. sorry. early 2000s white man core. aesthetic. whatever. sorryyyyyy. stupid brown coat and jeans that are melting on the body.

be quiet archer.

ARCHER..... DO NOT......

LEAVE MY FRIEND THE KLINGON ALONE.... MANS GOT SHOT. GET OUT OF THERE ITS QUITE RUDE...

hes britissh

why did no one put a tw: british cunt on this fucking sh-

WAIT NO SOMEONE TOLD ME MALCY MOO WAS BRITISH BUT STILL FUCKING. THAT ACCENT. SCARY. WHY CANT THEY EVER JUST BE NORMAL BRITISH.

i like travis he's cute isnt he

you are all being so freaking mean to the vulcans. i'll kill you- wait---- HI PORIYHTOOOSSOSO HI PUPPY HI BABYYYYY AWWW MWAH MWAH WHOS A GOOD LITTLE BABY BOO.....

i like phlox hi phlox isnt phlox quite lovely

archer do not look at his feet youfreak.

PHLOX'S SMSIELELELLELEE

HE SAID: :>

HE SAID THAT

HE SAID ^v^ he said THAT

can everyone just be fucking nice to t'pol ive notfelt the stress since tos i forgot you guys are so rude all of the time to my friends the vulcans, my best friends the vulcans....

the girls are fighting.... sad face... why msutwomen fight. women should love women. soapy. smile.

again with malcy moos voice. JEUSUS- FUCKING HANG ON NEVERMIND THE PUTTY PALS ARE FUCKING SQUIRMING ALL OVER,

THEYRE FUCKING WRIGGLING LIKE BEASTS

anywaybefore i was rudely interrupted by interprative dance type creatures i was going to reitera- JESUS ITS LIKE A SPIDER IT KEEPS GOING SORYR- i was about to reiterate that malcolms accent specifically like i thought the actor was british but also theres soemthing so exaggerated .... i cannot cope

can you show some fucking enthusiasm for phlox. hes so phreaking polite. and you are not showing the enthusiasm he is due.

i like trips accent though isnt it fun. i dont know the difference between american accents but it has that quality to it. like an elastic band .. bwang. ^_^

again with the effects. so scary. will it always be this scary . i need to be held gently. like how tos held me gently.

but also its so nice to be visiting actual places... god. it feels like so long like- OH MY GOD LTIERALLY BUTTERFLIES SO GOOD OMGGG even if . well this is rather ... cheeky - but yes well sigh. i always got a little frustrated with how limited tng was. but smile i hope we get so many little adventures toplaces like this ... like how tos was. smile..........

t'pol is literally saving grace here..... goodness fucking gracious.

hoshi is s o pretty btw smile

DOES ARCHER HAVE EARRINGS ? DID I MISSEE?

okay thTSTHe halfway point im going to break now nods (walks away)

[wickedsrest-rp-archive]

Blast to the Past || POTW with Aylin, Jake, & Leah

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @onlyaylin @hackysacking @phoenixleah SUMMARY: A few White Crest locals end up in White Crest in the late 1700s when the Horrors originally began. After some digging, a pattern is noticed and it’s not so promising.

Lately, Jake had often dreamed of a house burning as the evening sun blazed like an ember in the smok-choked dusk sky. He’d bolt awake on his dorm room bed, drenched in sweat as he struggled against ropes tying him to a stake. Jake’d apparently cussed and cried out in pain so much in these dreams that it’d woken other guys in the fraternity house, leading to the awkwardness of Jake coming to his senses while being surrounded by confused half-naked dorm-mates keeping to keep him pinned down while trying to assure a frantically delirious and struggling Jake that he wasn’t covered in burns, no one was coming for his family. 

 Dude, it's fine. There’s no burns. See, look at your hands! Just breathe man. Uh….Jake…could you stop choking Martin now? K’thanks. 

 It was embarrassing on too many levels to count. Jake’s dormmates didn’t give him too much shit about it beyond the occasional joke while playing pool at Dells after work. The casual surreality and death rate of White Crest had acclimated the guys into aimable numbness for long enough that they didn't sweat the small stuff any more. Nevertheless, Jake hated scaring them with whatever these recurring nightmares were, not to mention disturbing the sleep of student-athletes who already didn’t get enough of it most weeks between school, their jobs, and practice. Like with most things in life that Jake couldn’t explain, he focused on forgetting and suppressing it, trying to exhaust himself into dreamlessness through doubling his work out routine and picking up the strongest sleep meds he could afford. 

 But then Jake found the house in real life, and everything felt like it was falling to pieces all over again. 

 What’d drawn Jake onto that lonely road into the woods after practice, he couldn’t really say. Jake often felt tugging pulls like this, draws towards random bullshit and lonely places where the air seemed to hum with a subtle energy that made Jake’s blood sing. But sounded weird, and Jake was a normal dude in a normal town who did only normal things. So therefore, he obviously had a good reason for trekking into the woods and across jagged ravines, hair still wet from the locker room shows and gym bag thrown over one shoulder. He’d just forgotten for now. But it was surely a good reason, and mostly importantly, a normal everyday reason that could’ve belonged to anyone. 

  Not a freak. Please, please, I don’t want to be a freak. Call me basic. Tell me im kinna boring and pathetic. That’s fine! Just anything but a freak. No! This isn't real. This can’t be real. 

 “This isn’t real,” Jake mumbled helplessly aloud as he looked at the old burned farmhouse that’d already been overtaken by the forest centuries before Jake was even a horny thought in his parents’ brains. But the exact ruined replica of the house from Jake’s dreams rudely refused to stop existing besides an overgrown orchard of apple trees and a vivid woodland meadow of  poppies, primrose, monkshood, and henbane. “This is just DeJa Vu,” Jake said to himself more frantically as his physical surroundings stubbornly continued to exist and remain impossibly familiar. “Yeah, shit like…its just…” 

 The sky darkened above the farmhouse and the light around Jake reddened as the sun became an angry furnace-bright eye in a sky darkened by sourceless smoke. The sun gew bright as the smoke thickened, blazing light and the suffocating scent of char choking out Jake’s surroundings until he passed out on knees while still gagging and grimacing through the searing pain. 

 The lilting of songbirds in the trees woke Jake from the murky depths of unconsciousness. He stirred with a groan, feeling the polyester of his gym bag against his cheek and the bare unearvently packed dirt of a well-trodden forest road beneath him. Weird like, there hadn’t been a road hiking up here. Hell, there’d barely even been a game trail. 

 Jake opened his eyes to see a colonial farmhouse with panelled wood walls, a wide-plank deck and exposed wood beams. Smoke wafted into the air from a rough stone chimney. Cows grazed in the meadow while a fluffy cat languished on the deck and watched chickens cluck and pluck at worms in the warm summer grass. 

 “This…isn’t real,” Jake reminded him, trying to fight back the panic threatening to crash into his brain like an ocean tide. 

  All she’d wanted to do was go for a small walk before trying a hand at cooking dinner for herself and Ceyda. Aylin knew that, of the two of them, Ceyda was the far better cook, but she also knew that Ceyda was working hard, and even though Aylin was taking classes in order to try and graduate relatively on time with others her age, time to cook was certainly not a bad thing. It kept her busy, too - and keeping her mind occupied was never a bad idea. So she’d set off, and somehow had ended up in a part of the woods she’d never been in before.

 Which was very uncharacteristic for her. Aylin liked to plan things as much as possible - especially ever since her sixteenth birthday. Before that, she certainly hadn’t been entirely spontaneous, but she had certainly had more of a spark to her - a curiosity that let her explore the world without risking an anxiety attack.

 She tended to avoid the woods, where possible. Open spaces meant she could see everything around her better, which meant things were less likely to sneak up on her, which meant that she would be just fine. Or at least that was what she told herself. Aylin wasn’t certain if this was something she always believed, though - or if it was just something she’d repeated to herself enough times to trick her brain into thinking it was true.

 So when she’d shut her eyes for just a moment, she hadn’t expected to wake up and find herself in a place she’d never been before. Aylin pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, and did her best to focus on things around her, on how her body was feeling. She pulled out her phone, wanting to text Ceyda - to say hi, excuse me, I got lost and you’re always the best at finding me so could you please do that?? - but there was no service, and so she took another deep breath as she turned around and noticed another figure. “I - um, I am sorry to intrude, but I seem to have gotten super lost?” She wasn’t sure why she phrased it like a question. Maybe because most of this all seemed like one of her terrible dreams.

The library had been especially busy lately, with people filing in with all sorts of research questions that ranged anywhere from King Henry VIII’s 6 wives to how to tame an Ustra to become a house pet.  Leah’s mind should have been swirling from the questions, but instead it was somewhere far off, thinking of everything that had been happening with the people she loved lately.  

 She was looking down at the desk as she was filling out some paperwork, when a sound from the back of the library distracted her enough to make her look up from her work.  It was the strangest thing, because it was almost as if she’d heard a bird- it was a sound that one would usually only hear if they were outside in the open.  When she looked up, she had to squint, because instead of the library in front of her, she was surrounded by a setting she didn’t recognize.  Old buildings, old fashioned clothing from people (who were looking toward her with the sort of strange and accusing looks one had nightmares about in high school, and, worst of all, no books in sight. If she didn’t know any better, she would have sworn that she somehow transported herself to the 1700s.   She looked down at her desk to realize it had disappeared, though until then, she swore her arms had been resting on it.  

 This was bad.  It was bad for a million reasons.  The first, and probably most pressing, was that the accusing whispers of the people that surrounded her were a lot more dangerous than just high school embarrassment.  If she was right about her time period, then even her odd outfit would have been enough to convince those around her that she might have been a witch that needed to be taken care of.  And what was worse, if she actually had traveled back in time, she didn’t have access to the scribe journals to figure out how to get herself back.  She huffed, looking around herself with wide, panicked eyes, trying to find an out.

 To Leah’s surprise, her eyes landed on three other people who seemed, based on their clothes at least, to be from the same century as her.  She even recognized one from the library, a sweet regular who had sometimes reminded her a lot of herself.

 Thinking quickly, Leah walked double time toward the other woman, trying her best to not draw attention to either of them.  As she did, she tried to wave toward the two men near them, gesturing toward a clearing not to far from where they were all standing.  “We need to get out of here”, she said when she reached Aylin, grabbing her arm gently.  “We need to get out of here quickly”.  

 Leah was smart. Leah knew all the best book recommendations and was always nice to talk to whenever Aylin came by the library. Which gave her a small bit of comfort - or at least as much as was possible, given that she still had absolutely no clue as to what was going on or why she’d ended up in a place that very much didn’t feel like where she’d started out on her walk. There weren’t any planned historical reenactments in the town that she was aware of, though it was always possible that she’d missed some sort of memo.

 So her hand on Aylin’s arm was welcome and steadying, and she nodded, “yes, I - but how?” She glanced over to the two others who appeared to be just as out of place as she and Leah were. “I don’t even know how I got here, and knowing how you got somewhere’s usually the first step to knowing how to get out of that somewhere.” She sighed, gaze finally drifting to the people who looked more at place where they were. People who also were looking increasingly irritated, the more she observed them, and she twisted a strand of hair around her fingertips. 

 “What are your names?” She asked, nodding towards the two men, “I - I’m Aylin, and I know her,” she nodded to Leah, “I also - well, I was just walking and I don’t really know how I ended up here. Which I know is sort of me repeating myself from earlier but the point still stands and…” she trailed off, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, “my aunt’s going to be worried if I’m not home for dinner.” 

 Jake had run from the farmhouse and down the hill. Even in his panic and confusion, Jake had been unerringly drawn to the only people around here that’d dressed normally. As often happened when Jake was disoriented or indeperate need, he got these strangely intense vibes that often drew him towards those something or someone close to the need that was in his brain. One might’ve called it clairvoyance if such a thing was possible, but obviously a normal dude like Jake only had the eerily precise sense of direction we all get when stranded in a strange land with no landmarks we recognize. 

 So Jake didn’t find it odd that he’d somehow dodged around wagons, horses, alleys, dock workers, and latrine pits to find the only three people here who looked at all familiar. That is just how jogging works. Coach called it ‘visualizing the goal.’ 

 Oh look! The Librarian! 

 In fact, Jake was so good at visualizing that he’d already figured out how all these archaic surroundings were normal actually and going great. 

“Woah! Miss Ramirez this is aaaaawesome,” Jake effused, cheeks still flushed from his sprint down the hill from a farmhouse that hadn’t his dreams. “Damn this art thing is going great,” he commented about an art exhibition he’d talked with Leah about months ago, seamlessly deciding that it was definitely today and featured colonial architecture on a massive scale. “Oh hi!” Jake rounded on the other two people here doing Art for books or reading or something. The young man beamed with a solipsist bliss that ignored the stares and troubled murmurs around them. “Is this your guys first Ren Fair with the Library! Its mine! Aw shit? Are you gonna fight with lances Miss Ramirez, are you good with lances?”

 “As much as I hold confidence in the fact that the White Crest Library would be able to put on such an artful, accurate production, that is not what’s going on here.”   Leah hadn’t recognized Jake until he was closer, but she couldn’t help her little smirk of pride at the fact that he knew the library could throw quite the party.  She’d have to remember to make him patron of the month sometime soon. The people around them were getting increasingly braver with their whispers, and though accusing glances were being shot their way, people were avoiding going near them like the plague.  As if being a witch was somehow proximally contagious.  Leah wanted to roll her eyes, but the issue was much to pressing to be annoyed with. At least their distance would give them all a chance to talk. She would survive being burned at the stake.  Heck, it wouldn’t be worse than a regular Tuesday for her.  But she couldn’t say the same for her three companions.

 “I know this sounds absolutely insane, but I think, it seems… we might have actually…”  It was hard for her to say it.  She never choked out the truth to strangers or acquaintances.  She barely told friends about how much she knew about the supernatural.  But desperate times called for desperate measures.  “We’ve traveled back in time.”  There.  It was out there.  “And the three of us either need to find somewhere to hide, or some conveniently placed and sized clothing before we’re all put on trial al la ‘The Crucible’.

  Back in time? Aylin shook her head - but of course, it made sense. She remembered others talking about ending up in different places, and she could feel her heartbeat quicken as she thought more about it. “Hiding, that I’m a fan of.” That’s what I’m a natural at, anyhow. “But if, while hiding, we find outfits, even if they are not the best fit, I vote we take those anyhow, and we can always pay someone back later, ‘cause I don’t want to get arrested for robbery.” 

 She blinked a few times, rapidly, “Oh, I’m Aylin - uh, Aylin Kaplan, if we’re doing full names. I go to the university and live with my aunt and I would very much like to get back to where she is, because I don’t want to worry her.”

 “Oooooooooh.” False comprehension dawned over Jake's face, lighting up his blue eyes and bringing dimples to his smile. “Back in time,” Jake said with farcical slowness, before looking over his shoulder to give a passing puritan fellow a knowing wink and finger-guns, to show that Jake was definitely in on the joke of these very hard-core renaissance fair workers. 

 “We should steal clothes from a clothesline or something,” Jake suggested. “It’s how it goes in movies.”

 “Leah.  The librarian”, Leah said, mostly to Sam since Jake and Aylin knew who she was.  She didn’t expect any of them to take to her theory so quickly, mostly because to a layman it must have sounded ridiculous, but she was a bit concerned that Jake seemed to still think this was a bit.  Would he act with enough haste if he didn’t know their lives were really at stake?

 “I don’t think clotheslines exist yet”, she mused, looking around them to see if she could find any just in case.  “Maybe we should just… start walking?  Together, of course, and away enough from everyone else.  If we see any spare clothes we should grab them.  I’m sure we can pull something presentable enough together, right?”  She was completely grasping at straws, and completely panicked.  

“Someone told me about time being a bit weird,” Aylin looked between the others, “and I don’t think this is the same town I woke up in, so I guess if I ever end up in a physics class I’ll have to ask about the mechanics of time travel.” She giggled, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

 “I vote for the starting to walk, and maybe not speaking unless spoken to? Just to be extra safe, since we don’t know if these people will support us and I’d super rather not get into trouble.” Aylin took a few steps forward, “and yes, I think we’ll find at least something.” Or at least that was what she’d tell herself again and again - because if she said it enough times, it had to become true, didn’t it? “How does this way look?”

 “I think I saw some back that way yeah,” Jake claimed, despite not having come from anywhere remotely in the direction Aylin had indicated. “I’m Jake by the way! Hi!” 

 “Oh wait,” Jake said as he progressed down a path of mud interspersed with erratic patches of cobblestones. “I should have an Amishy name now …like…Jake-a-diah!”

 Jakeadiah led the way through colonial White Crest as if he’d been born there, led by a wordless knowing that he didn’t bother to question. He wove around thatched houses, rancid stockyards full of animals, and warehouses of stacked crates whose wooden sides were branded with seals from all over the vast British empire. 

 Somehow Jakeadiah knew a local washerwoman had abandoned her work to attend to a dispute at the marketplace. He pivoted at the end of an alley to a small cobblestone cul-de-sac where a wooden wash-bin stood beside many sets of clothes in various states of questionable repair. “Fuck yeah! Oatmeal Guy hats,” Jake explained as he seized a broad-brimmed black hat that apparently reminded him of the Quaker Oats mascot. 

Jakeadiah.  Right.  Leah watched her companions and the strangers around them carefully as they made their way through the town, led by Jakeadiah himself.   Somehow, by a miracle of luck, he lead them to a pile of clothes, and it was just the luck they needed.  “Oh my god, Jake!  Way to pull through!”  She grinned and pulled Aylin over, perusing through the clothes until she found one that might just fit.  Step one was done, and at least they’d be out of the townspeople’s prying eyes for the time being.   The thought made her much less panicky.  Things like this happened all the time in White Crest, and she couldn’t help but be fascinated by their surroundings now they the present danger was at bay.

 “I’m almost positive we’re still in White Crest”, she said, holding her arms up.  The sleeves on the dress were a bit too long, so she pulled them up to rest on her wrists.  “I think we should waste the rest of our time here figuring out exactly what year we’re in.  You’d be surprised by how far back the town archives go… anyone up for going to find them now?”

“I don’t think there’s a way to turn a Turkish name Amish-y,” Aylin bit her lip, “but yours works nicely!” She couldn’t hide her grin as he led them to a place that did, in fact, actually have clothing that it appeared nobody else was using. Thankfully Leah was willing to help her find clothes, and she quickly pulled a dress over her head and replaced her shoes with the era-appropriate flats. She still wanted to get back to Ceyda as fast as was possible, but she didn’t dare pull her phone out - she knew that the people, whoever they were, would likely be on her about that.

 “Yeah, some of this looks familiar and -” she nodded enthusiastically, “books. Books are very good and something you can rely on.” Aylin took in a deep breath, “I vote for finding any sort of archives or record rooms that we can.”

Jakeadiah, now clad in a farmer’s simple linen shirt, beige breeches, boots, and a broad weathered hat after a polite dip behind a corner to change, watched his companions confer amongst themselves. Jake’s eyes flicked between their features. A naturally social guy, Jake picked up on the interpersonal vibes here even if his brain still blocked out the obvious. 

 They weren’t taking this like a game. They were concerned, tense even. Jakeadiah decided to put it down to them being serious method actors, but his heart knew that wasn’t true. Something was very wrong here, and though Jake refused to think on why, he felt the need to help these folks nonetheless. “Probably won’t be too hard to find books, not sure most people around here have books that aren’t bibles or farmer almanacs in their house,” Jake affirmed ‘in character’ with a touch less blitheness than before. 

Leah nodded affirmatively, pleased that they all seemed to be on the same page about finding some literature.  If there was any luck left for them, they might even find some old Scribe writings amongst the towns typical archives, and maybe something there might help explain the whole thing.  “The bank by the Common was supposedly once the site of some old town Archives before they were moved to where they are today.  Or… not today, in 2022.  Because where we are, today, is not…”  She held her head, getting confused.  “You get the point.”

 She looked around them, trying her hardest to locate anything that looked familiar. “Problem is, I have no idea where we are in relation to that…”.  She looked between them, biting her lip.  “Do you think any of the familiarity you see might lead us to the future Common?”

“Today as in the today we came from, not the one we wound up in.” Aylin nodded along, “I mean, I’m still relatively new to the town, so I don’t know if I know my way around most places, but uh -” she squinted, “I guess we’d need to find an open space? Do you know if they tore anything down to make the Common?” Her gaze flicked over to Jake, “oh, she means like history books and stuff that not everyone has, I think.” She felt her cheeks flush, “not to put words in her mouth or in yours, but I think like - news clippings? History about the town? People’ve valued that for years, I think.”

 Aylin took in another sharp breath, lest her anxieties lead to too much rambling. “But Leah’s the history-slash-book expert, here. I can tell you a bit about rocks, but as far as this town goes, I’m still a newbie.”

 Their path toward the Archives came to be blocked by a cluster of townsfolk, who had a lot of difficult questions in where exactly the four strangers had come from. The commotion inevitably drew more curious onlookers and snatches of the conversation being bandied began to make Jake deeply uncomfortable. No consent forms had been signed for some of the old timey punishments being mentioned  here. 

 But he could tell this growing crowd to chill, a shout I’d warning from further down the road was followed by the sight of an out of control carriage. The driver had been thrown from his seat and the carriage now careened down the street, the panicked horses sending the carriages’ bulk slamming through storefronts as bent wheels carved deep groves in the muddy street. 

 “Charity!”

 A cry from a man in the crowd drew Jake’s eyes to a girl that was running to join the angry crowd out of curiosity. The crowd had been so focused on the strangers that they hadn’t seen the approaching coach until too late. The girl's bonneted head turned towards the coach without time to comprehend. 

 The adrenaline of the moment surged into Jake, the thudding in his temples and deadly urgency of the moment left no room for the lies he believed for safety. Jake the store clerk hesitated, and Jake the summoner stepped up in his stead. 

 Jake raised a hand and made a twisting motion, as if he were turning a door knob, but the fabric of space twisted instead. 

 The girl seemed to collapse in on herself, shattering into glassy fragments in a horrifying millisecond of spatial distortion. The shards that’d once been Charity Florence were sucked into a hole of blue fire that’d appeared in the air, like the fragments of a broken mirror swirling down into a burning drain. 

 The carriage slammed into the space where Charity had been an instant before. Shattered pieces of the deck and coach door mingled in a thunderclap of broken wood and screaming horses. 

 The crowd that’d gathered to admonish the outsiders were stunned by the tumult for a good half a minute. Wide eyes flicked from the ruins of the carriage collision site across the street, to whimpering young woman whose shoulder was now held by Jake, his hand still alight with flickering blue radiance that gave  off no heat. 

 The hush was broken by the wailing of Charity, whose cries mingled with the screaming horses still struggling to disentangle themselves from the carriage wreckage. In between bouts of gasping hyperventilation, Charity tore herself from her rescuers gasp and began tearful rambling about fire, strange hellish vistas, and other half-coherent phantasmagoria. Mr. Florence rushed forward to take his daughter in his arms, and wary eyes narrowed at the young man who was still lit by the fading blue glow of magic around him. 

 “He’s one of those folk from the Rainer farm,” noted one elder in the crowd, surveying Jake’s face with narrow eyes. “Look at his face, hair, eyes, he’s the spitting likeness of them…” 

 Sinister consensus spread amongst the crowd, apparently connecting Jake to a certain Rainer family of questionable repute who has a suspicious habit of knowing things they shouldn’t. 

 Remembering the farm he’d seen in both his dreams and upon first landing here, Jake turn to his companions, shaking the last glow of himself. “Hey uh guys…let’s uh…do books now.”

 If Leah weren’t horrified by the potential consequences of what she and the already angry townspeople just witnessed, she would have been fascinated.  Jake was a spellcaster, or she assumed he was, and phasing people in an out of danger like some sort of modern day super hero.  Was his belief that the library was putting on an elaborate historical event all an act?  Or was he like Regan, so naive to the world of the supernatural despite being smack dab in the middle of it.  None of that really mattered, she supposed, since people like Jake were the very people that the village around them were hoping to eradicate.  Their growing agitation was evident, and Leah worried they’d soon strike like a swarm of bees.  

 Distraction… distraction…. They needed a distraction if they planned on getting enough of a headstart to find anything together.   She looked past the crowd that was now growing even more, toward a tree standing alone on the side of the road.  “Uhh… look over there!”, she said, pointing in its direction.  By the time the townspeople looked over, she had already made it burst into flames, but all it did mostly was cause another wave of panic amongst the townspeople.

 “Books. Right!”  She grabbed both of their wrists, finding a small hole in the wall of anger and led them out of it, running as fast as she could with the outfit and the mud at their feet and the panic rising through her.  She thought she might have saw a clearing like Aylin had suggested up ahead, but she couldn’t trust her eyes.  If they stopped running for even a moment, the village would have caught up with them.  “Anyone see a clearing?  Or anything that looks like The Common?”

She felt sick to her stomach. Aylin watched with wide eyes as someone seemed to fall into herself, and then explode into flames - and if she’d had any doubts about her desperate need to get back to Ceyda (which she hadn’t) they would have entirely flown out the window by now. This was very much not the way to stay undercover, because Aylin was fairly certain that exploding things was going to draw attention, even if they were dressed era-appropriate. 

 She felt herself gasp as something else caught fire, though she was grateful that Jake and Leah seemed to have a handle on the distractions, because she didn’t know what she had to offer in that regard. Aylin nodded, feeling herself relax just slightly as Leah grabbed her wrist. “Yes, let’s go. Books. Now.” She kept easy pace with Leah and Jake, “I - there’s maybe a space over there? Given that it’s away from everyone in town, I vote we maybe possibly try it? If you both want.”

 Jake ran alongside the others, droplets of sweat beading down his forehead in a weariness that had nothing to do with the exertion of running. The athlete was accustomed to the wear and tear of exercise, but the tiredness uncoiling in his chest didn’t feel like that. It was a different kind of exhaustion, going far deeper than tendons and panting lungs. Jake recognized that feeling. It came over him alot weird shit went down, like part of himself had been burnt as fuel. 

 As always happened when Jake had unwelcome realizations about the world, he instinctively shoved the thought away. A lifetime of mental barriers, denial, and determined ignorance attempt to bulldoze these the last five minutes into some dark of his brain. As he had so many times before, Jake stubbornly decided nothing he had seen was real. This feeling wasn’t real. None of this was real. 

 Yet the unwelcome thoughts remained. Magic hummed in Jake’s veins like the lethal current of an exposed ground-wire, set free in a moment of stress. 

 Jake’s breaths grew heavy as he ran with the other time travelers…no no…they were just at ren fair…no wait isn’t that a lie?…this is some production they have gong here…stop stop you know that isn’t true…fuck how did these ren fair get the blue fireworks to work like that…that stuff was me, it was always me…and that woosh fire pyrotechnics right after! Awesome…god this hurts, please stop fuck my head…Y’know. We’re kinna tapped on this ren fair? Like, shouldn’t we probably head home after this whole chase skit and…

 The sides of an alley collapsed behind Jake, imploding as walls rippled with jello-like wobbles, stretched across the alley to merge with the other wall, and together blinked out of existence entirely. The two neighboring houses collapsed behind the group in a cloud of mortar and shingles as the roof caved in where entire walls had been a second before. 

 “Yeah sure! That clearing, awesome,” agreed Jake with a tense note of panic starting to infect his normally calm tenor. 

“Jake, this is just a ren fair, remember?  You need to relax, okay?  I think for everyone’s safety, you need to be calm.”  There was no chance he believed this was an act anymore, but maybe if he could pretend to believe it long enough for them to find some literature, they could get out of here without the whole town imploding before they all had a chance to be born.  Leah looked into the direction Aylin was indicating, deciding it was good enough for her and doing her best to lead the others in the direction.

 By a miracle, or maybe just by sheer dumb luck, Aylin’s guess happened to be right.   Even luckier, they had somehow outrun the angry mob, at least for now.  They came to a building that she recognized fully- she knew it in her time as ‘the bank by the common’, never bothering to learn it’s actual name or even what branch it was a part of.  Now that she thought of it, she briefly wondered if it was part of some elaborate cover up.  Either way, if her calculations were correct, this building should have just been for record keeping at this point.  She looked between her companions, then, and reached forward to knock on the door.  “Do you think anyone’s working?  Maybe everyone’s gone to see the commotion we caused.”

Jake seemed to be worried now, too, which certainly didn’t do much of anything to quell Aylin’s anxieties. “Yes, being calm’s better. Good, if possible. Even if it can be hard.” Aylin took in a deep breath of her own. “Try to name five things you can see… four things you can touch,” she scrunched up her nose, “three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste.” Aylin reached into her bag, “I’ve got these sour candies that I bring along for when I feel panicky, and they work. I like the lemon or black cherry best. But blue raspberry, apple, and watermelon are also pretty good, I think?” She held out the bag to Leah, too. “If you’d like one, you’re welcome to them.”

 She didn’t think that her actual knowledge of the town had played any sort of role in their happening upon the clearing. “I don’t think anybody’s working, and I mean, they don’t have cellphones so even if someone is, they won’t know that the rest of everyone’s after us.” Aylin unwrapped one of the candies (black cherry) and placed it on her tongue. “I’m ready whenever you both are.”

 Jake could feel the edges of this dimension as his hands wear running along the folds of origami. The world he knew, a single reality with firm boundaries, was a lie. Born with the ability to feel and rip holes in the fabric of space, the young summoner’s dimensional awareness seemed ratcheted to a fever pitch after being suppressed for so long.

 Jake felt as if he were walking on a ceiling made of glass, the endless worlds and abysses between dimensions yawning out in layers upon layers beneath. One wrong step, a stray thought, one second of this energy building without him being released, and Jake felt like he mind plunge though the brittle surface of reality, falling through layers of alien universes that seemed stacked atop each other like a stuffed crust four meat pizza with a delicious sauce of lightless void.

 “Oh uh thanks I uh thanks,” Jake stammered as Leah and Aylin offered comfort in their own way. He accepted Leah’s explanation and the candy from Aylin with a nervous swallow and more breathless gratitude. Candy and a fantasy weren’t necessarily comfort by themselves, but it was the caring behind those gestures, the assurance that in all this chaos and overwhelming sensation there were strangers who cared about him, that seemed to shelter him from the storm inside. 

 Jake tried to focus on his three companions, watching their expressions, listening to their voices, and letting the current problem distract him from the vertigo and gut fear of falling through this world like a glitching video game. 

 Jake walked up to the door with the reckless courage of a desperate man, and pushed the door open inward. “I don’t see anyone,” he said tentatively after ducking his head inside. 

Leah happily took one of the watermelon candies, making sure to remember this trick for the next time something was going incredibly wrong in town.  Maybe White Crest should invest in some bags of candy at every corner, if only to make people feel more at ease.  “These things turn my tongue colors”, she said to them, her mouth tripping over the candy as she spoke.   It was a lame attempt to lighten the mood for Jake’s sake.  She wondered how much he knew about what he was, and how much he knew about everything else.

 Leah was surprised at Jake’s courage, but not disappointed in it.  It was more than she had been able to muster, anyway.  She looked at Aylin with a grin before she ventured inside, looking around at the shelves and shelves of books lined up behind a vacant table.  They looked old and new at the same time- the same charm of some of her oldest tomes without all the dust and disrepair that normally accompanied them.  “I don’t even know where to start”, she muttered in awe.  In a moment of weakness, she forgot completely about their mission and rushed toward the books to start reading, pulling one down immediately.  “There’s so many of them!”

“They do that to my tongue too. Also would not recommend putting four in your mouth at a time, that gets overwhelming.” Aylin put on her best smile, because for once, she was fairly certain that someone else was more out of their league and comfort zone than she was. So long as no werewolves showed up, she was going to do her best to put on a brave face for as long as she could.

 “There are so many books,” Aylin stared around the room - it was incredible, and she couldn’t help but smile. It was comforting to know that no matter what, books were something that had that sort of effect on her - one of wonder and amazement. “There’s a local section here, I think.” She said, wandering over and grabbing a book, “though I think there’s a lot of local sections,” she scrunched up her nose. “I guess we should just start reading?”

 Jake was not a scholar or even a big reader in general. His parents had militantly instilled an intellectual disinterest in their children, emphasizing the uselessness of impractical knowledge. Knowledge was a danger, for it was often the key to the deepest parts of oneself and the Rainsbottoms desperately wanted that to stay locked. 

 But danger and stress had been lockpicks despite all that repression, and now Jake walked amongst the rough-hewn shelves, colonial boots shuffling occasionally against the wood floor as he struggled with detertixy in these cramped archaic shoes. He ran his fingers over leather book covers with spines that were ridged from the raised cords they’d been sown over. In a moment of light piercing his tunnel vision, Jake was struck by just how much he didn’t know. It was a frequent thought honestly, but…

 For the first time, that unknown excited Jake instead of scared him. Something dormant in him had finally stirred and it was starving in a way that Jake had never allowed himself to feel. 

 Jake started retrieving books for his companions to read. Occasionally Jake would lose focus, and his unconscious intention would cause a book to teleport from the shelf straight to the table in a flash of blue light and a dull clap of displaced air. Jake flushed a progressively darker shade of sheepish red as it became ever more undeniable that the summoner himself was the source of these yeeting books “Sorry uh, like uh maybe it’s like magnets or uh….,” Jake rambled reflexive explanations as he brought Leah and Aylin whatever they needed, believing his own lies a little less each time. 

Leah appreciated Aylin’s presence.  It was a calm brightness, filled with an innocence that she wasn’t always sure she could muster in such a circumstance.   She smiled at the girl, then took down a few books of her own.  When books starting flying seemingly of their own accord onto the table, she chanced a glance at Jakeadiah himself.  “Maybe it’s something more special than magnets, who knows.  Jake…”, she chanced, hoping he’d look up at her.  “Once this… renaissance fair is all over, you should come by the library.  I have a couple of books I think you might be interested in.”

 She started to glance through the books, and all of them were incredible and otherworldly.  But none seemed like the scribe tomes she had hoped would have made their way there.  It wasn’t long before she felt like they had been reading for hours, but to no avail.

 She felt safe in libraries. Aylin figured that this was a good portion of the reason why she’d clicked with Leah right away, and for all his apparent confusion, Jake also seemed to appreciate the library, which made any lingering doubts she’d held about him (of which there’d been maybe half a doubt) dissipate “Leah’s basically the smartest person I know,” Aylin affirmed to Leah’s comment to Jake. “Besides, the White Crest library is super pretty and a fun place to hang out in!” 

 They settled into reading, and Aylin allowed herself to be lost in the books, pouring over them in some attempt to find anything that could help. She didn’t know what exactly she was supposed to look for, but she figured that coming across even half of an answer would be an improvement over knowing nothing at all.

 After what felt like it had to be a few hours she came across something that seemed familiar - oddly so to what she’d seen people mentioning back home. Aylin scanned through the page - yesterday, the houses shifted and ones I’d never seen appeared - one part read, and as she continued to read, it became more clear that shifting buildings were not the only similarity. Fish smells too, time repeating itself, and much more.

 “Uh…” she began, “Leah? Jake? I think I found something.” She motioned for both of them to come over. “Seems like whatever oddness that’s happening back - now? Back wherever we belong apparently has happened before.” She held out a book towards Leah. “I haven’t finished reading, so I don’t know how they made it stop but…” Aylin took in a shaking breath. “This gives a whole new meaning to the idea of history repeating itself, right?”

 Jake hadn’t had many willing trips to the library that weren’t part of a scavenger hunt or to humor a date more intellectual himself. Twenty four hours ago Jake would have met Leah’s offer to visit the library and Aylin’s affirmation with an aimable shrug and self-deprecating comments about him not being a books kinna guy, the same explanation he used for sleeping through classes and quickly counting cracks in ceiling while peers debated morality or politics. 

 But today Jake’s world was unraveling. He was confused, exhausted, and afraid, but somehow these new fears had replaced the old. Jake wasn’t at all who he’d thought he was and though that uncertainty was painful, that pain made him forget the same old bonehead script. “Uh i mean, if you have books on um…. magnets,” look Jake was making progress but we definitely were not ready for the other m-word yet. “And stuff that be really uh…oh holy shi..!” Jake let out a yelp before self-consciously clearing his throat as the large almanac he’d been looking at on the shelf vanished and materialized on an abrupt thud and flash of blue on the table next to him. “That’d be awesome,” Jake concluded belatedly while eyeing the latest mischief the awesome and terrible power of magnets had wrought. 

 Jake listened as Aylin explained that the future and past were connected. Jake’s mind told him that was insane, but the summoner’s instincts, the primal part of him that had felt the wild magic and spatial distortion that’d brought them here, knew it was true. “So like, is this like…a bad thing,” Jake asked tentatively, not quite ready to accept the full implications of what’d been said, “like we gotta warn White Crest to quit the torches and man-tights or we’ll keep making the same mistakes kinna deal?”

Leah looked up when Aylin called her and Jake over, and immediately dropped what she was reading (an admittedly useless archive of the known local arsonists, but she couldn’t help herself).  She walked over to stand behind her marveling at what she had found.   “Wait, Aylin, this is…” daylight savings repeating following whispers coming from seemingly nowhere…  it matched up completely with what had been happening in their White Crest.  “History is repeating itself… literally”.  She looked between Jake and Aylin’s book before she continued reading, responding to Jake at the same time.  “It’s only bad if the outcome is bad, I think.  I mean, cyclical happenings are actually a lot more common on earth than you think.  Some even think there are some species who have cyclical lifespans.”  She tucked hair behind her ear, knowing all too well about that particular subject.  “Sometimes you just have to wait these sort of things out.”

 She continued reading down, trying to find some sort of indication where the circle started itself again.  “I don’t… all of the writings seem to just… stop”, she said, pulling away from the book.

 “Man-tights?” Aylin looked over to Jake inquisitively, “but uh, I’m not sure.” Leah began talking, and though Aylin was grateful to have found something of potential use, she figured that Leah, being someone who worked in a library, was the defacto expert in this situation. “There’s a jellyfish that never dies, but - that’s not the point, sorry.” She swallowed at Leah’s next comment. “They can’t,” she took the book from her hands, “no - there’s no way, we’ve gotta have some other book somewhere else.” She flipped through the pages. “Why would someone just stop writing?”

 Jake wasn’t sure how the immortal Jellyfish fit into this whole cycle and bad writing thing fit with these stupid vanishing books and this freaky renaissance fair, but the seriousness of their situation had fully pierced his brain. The adrenaline rush of danger heightened Jake’s awareness, both wonder and anxiety pushed onto his brain’s backburner by the primal need to be present in the perilous moment. 

 Jake followed muted sounds of stirring outside and a growing sense of unease. The athlete made his way to the archive’s door with quiet strides, not wanting to distract his more intellectual companions from putting all this together. Jake eeked open the door open in a cracked he hoped wouldn’t be perceptible from the outside. 

 The course wood grains of the door and frame obscured Jake’s vision with annoying splinters that blocked details, but he caught vibes nonetheless. Fiery lights were emerging around the edge of some thatch houses. A crowd of locals carrying torches and long-barreled muskets were peeling off the town’s main road into the curving cul-de-sac the archives occupied. Many boots clomped with steady wet steps in the muddy path and torches were flailing pillars of light in the dimming evening. 

 Ok 

 Seriously 

 Fuck Rennaisance Fairs. 

 Official Score 0/10

 “Um, sorry to interrupt but like, we might be running out of time here,” Jake cautioned his companions. 

 Leah knew what might make a whole world of someone’s stop writing, and the more she looked through the books, the more the outcome was clear.  There was a pattern that was being followed, one that always restarted after White Crest people just seemed to… disappear.  She looked at Aylin, pressing her lips together but not sharing her assumptions.  She didn’t want to scare either of them, especially not before they got the information they needed.

If Jake’s concerned words didn’t catch her attention, the commotion outside would have.  The warmth of fire coming toward them, something that normally brought her so much comfort, sent a wave of panic whirling through her chest.  She looked to Aylin again, and then starting grabbing as many of the papers they were reading as she could.  Maybe if they got back with enough of them, they would have some semblance of an idea of what to expect before their eventual demise.  

 “Jake… do you think you could…make those magnets work well enough to flash us back to the future?”, she asked in a huff, still collecting all the pages she could.

“My aunt is going to be worried if I don’t come back soon.” Truthfully, Ceyda was probably worried the moment that Aylin’s phone didn’t register when she went to check on her location. But thinking about that too much right now wasn’t going to do anyone any sort of good. She watched Leah grab some of the papers, and began to do the same herself - she didn’t know what good it would be, but if this was anything akin to her family’s hunter journals, they would be worth saving, ten-fold.

 “Anything to get us back to the future would be super duper welcome, and like, if you want a thanks for it, I’ll buy you pizza or cookies or anything.” Aylin squeaked. So much for not freaking out.

  Jake was about to reply that the magnet stuff was just some weird thing that yanked people and books, when an axe plunged through the door he’d just locked behind him. Wood chips exploded out into the space Jake’s head had been just a few seconds earlier. Demands to come out in the name of god and crown thundered across the square outside, rising over the sound of barked orders and softer voices lilting together in prayers against evil. 

 Jake had always been the shortest guy on his sports teams, and thus was well used to putting up a fiercer from then his stature probably warranted. However, he had no action hero delusions about his chances against an entire armed crowd. 

 Jake turned to his companions, and saw his fear mirrored in their eyes. 

 They were all going to die. Everyone in this room was going to be chopped up, hung, or burned to death. Leah and Aylin were going to die because they needed something from Jake he could not give, needed him to pull his weight with a strength he didn’t possess. 

 Shame felt like tar in Jake’s lungs as the door collapsed inward in shards of wood. Faces and voices flooded into the room. Fingers pointed at Jake and once more shouts and insults about those ‘Rainer folk’ were flung his way. Cruciform icons and worriedly pious hand gestures were followed by demands for Jake to repent for his family’s crimes, to come with them. 

 In a surreal moment, that hush before chaos, Jake realized that these people were afraid of him. 

 Relatable, Jake was afraid of Jake these days. 

 The many times great grandchild of Elijah Rainer looked on the people who’d hunted his ancestors into hiding. The word ‘witch’ was hurled at Jake by a red-faced minister whose voice thundered out the almighty’s command that his kind shouldn’t be suffered to live. It was ridiculous. Insane. Yet, something in Jake knew it was true. Had he always known? 

 The charging crowd halted mid-step as the room heaved, solid matter buckling as if were waves on a turbulent sea. 

 “Yeah dude like….fucking magnets, how do they work?

 A nova of blue light drowned out the fire screams, and prayers, consuming all light and feeling until the only sensation in the sapphire void was the steady clicking of a clock. 

[organic-guacamole]

episode 210 here we go

awww seb doing the intro

congratulations to milky white and her baby chocolate milk😌

seb is so funny

but seriously, clean up that milk fast or else it will smell so bad in there....

was that Lauryn just randomly doing cartwheels? idk any theatre kids irl but that seems like it's a common thing...

is it just me or has ms Jenn been getting more harsh to Ricky and Seb mainly-

like what did they do to her

no because I actually snorted with laughter at the "you came back" WHAT IS THAT VOICE-

AND THE MASK OMG

yeah so my throat hurts now

I'm dying over here

KOURTNEY'S FACE

SAME GIRL SAME

Ricky's fake death got the whole place in tears /s

he looks like an asthmatic walrus

Seb's on piano, I love

we all know if he was the beast we'd all actually be crying✋

ok but I listen to Julia's version of home on Spotify when I want to cry-

right so gimme a second

is Ricky scratching his face.....while he's dying?

"belle i-" *flop*

round of applause to Ashlyn for trying to make Ricky's earthworm seizure look less.... yknow

Kourtney's just dying there

WAIT IS THAT NATALIE

did she really just disappear for 9 episodes just to come back and stare dramatically into the camera

WAIT SCRATCH THAT SHES HERE TO MURDER ASHLYN AND RICKY

oh so Ricky's wearing a gay shirt now too

so that's the real reason why Rini broke up, see y'all next season when Gini and caswen become canon /j

wait that was a long intro scene-

what was that look Carlos-

TALK TO MY BOY OR ELSE

carlos' run is so funny to me

therapist Ashlyn to the rescue

"that is...super" son you good?

ms Jenn call Benjamin, he would willingly put his loved ones on a rocket and blast them into Venus for you....

maybe

"I don't want you kids to be disappointed" girl you do realise you're the one that's most invested in this?

"a smooth opening night" wasn't there just 1 show though-

like their opening night was closing night too

"I think I was Troy at one point" PLEASE THATS THE MOST ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF THE SEASON 1 FINALE

me Jenn looks like a serial killer during that clap and I'm lowkey scared for zacky

"I have notes"

oo if you're taking suggestions, lemme get my list

"mother is freaking out" uhhhhhh

right....'mother"

"is everyone sitting down?"

*looks around awkwardly*

*big red slowly sits*

"no..."

please seb was the only one sitting-

does that mean Carlos looked at Seb as soon as he walked in and assumed that everyone else was sitting too or am I a seblos clown🤡

"is this about the transformation"

WOW MAYBE OT IS RICKY

WOW HES A DETECTIVE FOR FIGURING THAT OUT SO QUICK🤩

YO WHY IS NATALIE HERE-

she just shows up when it's convenient? is she gonna be at the sleepover too?

Seb's heavy swallow after Carlos shouts at him makes me so sad

"I never learned how to lie but I figure if I keep my mouth closed, I can't tell the truth" *nods and smiles at Nini when she asks*

why are they casually standing up all over the pizza shop, just sit at a big table and talk instead of blocking passageways and blocking off at least 6 tables-

"how about I invite myself" WHY DO PEOPLE ALWAYS FEEL THE NEED TO INVITE THEMSELVES TO ASHLYN'S HOUSE-

YOU CAN ASK BUT JUST FORCE YOUR WAY IN?

so Cash Caswell has a bigger house than... Dennis Caswell.... who would've thought

ah yes there's the good old EJ 1.0

Nini: "boys vs girls"

Gina: *looks devastated and glances longingly at EJ*

way to be inconspicuous

"but north high should be" *cracks her knuckles in the most uncomfortable way*

good for Ashlyn for getting more confident though

oo bossy big red

"i get bossy around the power tools"

is that why Ashlyn was holding up the drill in episode 8 orrrr 🤠

oh

Lily, leave him alone please

she's literally not blinking, is that what makes her creepy?

the diss at big red and his face afterwards is priceless

isn't that similar to what Gina's mom said to her in season 1? hmmmm

but seriously please don't try to redeem lily, let us have a character to hate, or to love because they're evil.

not everyone's a good guy.

"im not liked here and I don't know what to do"

let antoine finish his salad and it'll fix everything

"hug emoji" *gags*

y'all realize Lily's literally 14?

why is she calling a 16/17 year old from another school for personal advice-

"he gets weird around tools"

I shouldn't be laughing so hard

"deja vu maybe?" awkward silence

I'm dying here I love EJ so so so so much

"where's seb"

*cuts to seb being held hostage hoping that they'd notice he's missing and go look for him*

"don't ask"

"oh ok"

"100% real faux fur" as you should queen

sponsored by target

Kourtney is singlehandedly saving the entire show.

Seb making finger guns make me happier than it should

why is this kinda making me want to have a co-ed sleepover with my non-existent theatre friends

YES YOU DO NEED TO TALK/SING TO SEB CARLOS THANK YOU FOR KNOWING THAT

wait what-

you haven't talked to him all WEEK-

Carlos are you stupid /hj

Benjamin is so adorable I can't

he turned around to come back for her instead of going home. you're "what do you want Jenn🙄X act isn't fooling anyone Benjamin 🙃

10101

1+4+16= 21st?

they placed 21st?

or do I just not remember how to convert to base ten

GIRL DON'T BE RUDE TO HIM, HE'S GONNA SAVE YALL

no ms Jenn, the kids are not eccentric 35 year olds.

aww sebby

is he thinking that Carlos is only with him cuz he's the only other openly gay guy at school-

son you are a perfect little bean don't put yourself down

yes they all ship portwell as they should.

they'll be throwing risotto at the wedding.

not the chocolates. stop there are no chocolates. please stop I'm dying.

Gina you don't have to explain yourself to her

it was a misunderstanding and it's in the past

why is Ashlyn still laughing-

exactly it wasn't a big deal please just move on Nini

Kourtney really be out here saving everything

WHY IS ASHLYN STILL LAUGHING

why do I feel like when Gina finally told Ash about it, she didn't think it was that funny but wanted to feel included in the inside joke so now she brings it up randomly to show that she's in on it....I totally don't do that...

"idk, the farmer type" oh son...

Ashlyn and big red are just spilling the secrets back and forth huh?

OOO EJ AND GINA SITTING IN A TREE K-I-S-S-I-

cmon guys don't look at me like that-

"she is the best" and "we're buddies" don't sound right together

"pretty boy" "sweet boy" best ways to describe EJ

I love him.

and aw he's scared of rejection so he'll hold back just to keep her happy and not awkward how sweet

is Ricky wondering if letting her go(literally his song from last episode) was the best thing he did for Nini because he doesn't feel like it now? hmmm this is getting good

why is everyone so invested in Kourtney and Howie's relationship

PACK UP THE LAZY RICKY THING

oh yes Benji, that's exactly what she's doing

she couldn't follow her dream or whatever so now she's using the kids to gain some of the success she craves. why else would she have that massive hsm poster with her name on it in huge letters in her office.

just casually grab his hand with both your hands and stare at him creepily 🥰

ship jennzzara y'all

the first bump was a missed opportunity to do the baymax "falalala" as a reference to the fact that they watched big hero six while committing arson✋

wait so big red and EJ just left Ricky in the basement and now Ricky invited Carlos when they're supposed to be at the stage?

help no Ricky looks like he's about to tell Carlos he likes him (I know it's about writing the song for seb but still, look at his body language and tell me it doesn't look like that)

Ricky is so mature about this, he really just wants Nini to be happy even though he's hurting-

baby you deserve love, maybe Nini isn't the one for you but don't say you don't deserve it

why does he keep adding bro to the end like he doesn't know how to address Carlos

PLEASE CARLOS HAVING TO ADDRESS THE BRO THING

"let's write a song when we have like 45 minutes to get to the place and help our friends possibly win $50000 at the show in 2 weeks"

"can you hit a high C?"

"that's like the bottom of my range"

why am I laughing

this is so cool to see friendship interactions that we don't normally get to see

Nini why are you being like this-

Gina did nothing wrong??

I saw that, EJ and Gina being the only ones going in the same direction👀

right so obviously Kourtney's waiting until after the menkies to get back with Howie just in case he really is just using her as a way in to east high... obviously... right?

CARLOS

OK ITS COMING GET READY YALL

Why is portwell so awkward all of a sudden

OMG EJ

OMG GINA SAY YES or not, do what you want.

the way she doubts that EJ would genuinely ask so she has to make sure it's not Ashlyn behind it

OH

THE "NOT THAT I KNOW OF"

LIKE WHAT GINA SAID TO JACK ABOUT EJ BEING HER BOYFRIEND

GUYS THEY'RE SOULMATES

I want risotto now please

THEY'RE SO SWEET AND ADORABLY AWKWARD ITS LIKEEK LITTLE KIDS

OOOOOOO what is this place that seblos is in, looks fancy....and secluded

oh wait no Ricky's just standing there

wait is it the bomb shelter

it looks so good what

HSKAGSJAGAJAGWISGSKAUASBWKSVAIWBAISBQKSHIQBWOABWOABDOQBZIQBAIAQBSIWBQISVQKSIANSGOQBSAISBKASBKWBAIABQOSBBSJAHAJAVAJSBAJHSKAHSJAHAJAJAAJAHHHHHHHH

@youranxiousnerd ARE YOU OK?

CUZ IM NOT OK

LOOK AT SEBBY'S FACE

LOOK AT HOW ADORABLE IT IS

THE LYRICS ARE KILLING ME

SEBLOS IS KILLING ME

I AM DEAD

PLEASE SEND HELP

I like to imagine that Frankie and Joe practiced this in their apartment and just had a blast with it.

or maybe that Frankie practiced in secret like what Joe did for the climb

OH THE SUITS

THATS WHERE THAT CLIP IN THE PROMO WAS FROM

AWWW SEBBY'S SO CUTE

HE'S A LITTLE MARSHMALLOW

they're still so awkward with the dance I cant

let's appreciate Frankie's voice though

this episode really was made just for the seblos and portwell stans and you gotta love it

BIG RED GET OUT

WHY DOES HE ALWAYS DO THIS

Seb's little "yeah" IS ADORABLE

you can't tell me that wouldn't have been the best time for them to say I love you....IF FREAKIN BIG RED WASN'T THERE

ok but wait Ricky needs more hugs like that, look at his face

the boy needs love

"bro" please don't let Ricky and Carlos go back to not talking because their friendship is amazing

EJ laughing at Ricky sounding like a cat coughing up a furball is so funny to me

RICKY'S FLOP GETS ME EVERYTIME

I knew it was too good to be true

ok so Ricky's dead, next in line please

this episode was so short but I love it so much. this is what I signed up for for season 2✋

[gryphsdeadbones]

so i got to thinking about when the gordons finally get peeled after rescas 2 and the related thought of how often they wear the HEVs and how nice a damn shower is gonna be, feetman IMMEDIATELY takes off the suit bc he only wears it if he HAS to cuz its not the most comfortable thing, freeman wears it more often than not bc he's cautious but takes as much time as he's comfortable out of it so he doesnt have to wear the metaphorical Weight of it (1/2)

but freemind strikes me as the kind of person to just like, never take off the suit because he's paranoid and basically what this is leading up to is Freemind Touch Starved Moments. feetman gives him a good ol dad smack on the shoulder and freemind's gotta fight off the urge to cry bc thats the most human contact he's had in a long time but like hell is he gonna admit that to anybody, even himself (2/2)

gordons with no hevs... peeled....

on god its like a safety thing as well ;; 

feetman at least has an easier time out of the hev bc his most recent memory after finishing black mesa is chuck e cheese party (yeah...)

despite all the fuckery in black mesa with the science team, he seems the most ‘well-adjusted’ to the era- okay not really. but instead of going into stasis after the tram he gets to (stressfully) party and is held at gunpoint to go to the movie theatre with gman and science team. he still has his hev on, but doesn’t really need it. if he got the chance to shower and change he’d definitely go for it

i like how feetman does use the mark 5 hev in the acab stream! i think the crew have kinda referenced science team with casual wear i dont remember

freeman would definitely have the hev on him at all times. the civvies he wore at the start of city 17 was somewhat comfortable but its useless if he gets shot at

nevermind the fact that none of them have helmets its okay the plot hev will protect them

he’d much rather wear the armor when there’s an active battle going on- i like to think when everything ends well and the resistance crew hang out in white forest he just chucks the armor away when he needs to sleep/rest. 

freeman likes to be comfortable ! he just cant afford it at the moment where everythings going to hell in a handbasket. he really is just a nerd in a hev suit, and given the chance he’d wear like.  a labcoat over his hev suit. just for fun

weird to think about but they all probably have very thin casual clothing (shirt/leggings/etc) under their hev suits. the hev underarmor/body suit goes over it and theres some sciencey stuff to it that makes it bearable 75% of the time

freemind would be... very conscious of being out of the suit for sure ! he also doesn’t like the bright orange ‘shoot me here!’ part of the suit so if the underarmor has just enough protection... he’d definitely wear it under his casual wear

but like hes very conflicted about it- on one hand there might still be trackers. on the other hand theres enough padding on the knees and elbows if he has to run/fight- some cover/armor is better than thin fabric layers

freemind also strikes me as the person who does not like people up in his space more than normal- youd have to be a very, very trusted person to get close, and his general asshole-ness and smug attitude helps keep the distance

but he’s both touch-averse and very touch-starved and it sends a number of mixed signals to his brain- he’d rather not deal with it so he avoids contact as much as possible.

before the resonance cascade he didn’t really care for it. he didnt care for contact with strangers in dates and whatnot and it’s like whatever (he does mind being tazed or maced though)

AFTER the resonance cascade those touch-averse feelings explode off the fucking charts and he’s unsure of how to deal with it. people get too close and he’ll freak out- 

he does sometimes freak out when the other freemen get close but he’s learned he can trust them and doesnt react as badly. its just frustrating for him to manage but theyre all very understanding about it- they all somewhat have the same issue to an extent. and theyre kind of linked in a way (like drift compatibility but not that direct??)

theyve all gotten past how weird it is sometimes because ‘you’re me but also not really?? but you’re also me??’ who give a shit... go hug urself.... self care....sometimes bully urself when its funny and not harmful

they are homies and also possibly dumb roommates to each other

if they all stay together and re-adjust to regular kind of society and not worry about combines and stuff, they can...deal with it. physically and mentally recover a little. relearn to love and trust when theres no fear of getting grievously injured and killed in violent settings

freemind is really hard to get close to and he doesn’t make it easy for himself and whoever’s trying to be genuinely friendly

he has no idea how to deal with affection. hes a very rude guy but he’ll probably cry and never admit that god, he fuckin needs this. human people need hugs to survive. thats facts. he’ll look away from that fact. he does not see it

freeman gives him a kind of mocking-yet-sincere pat on the head and mentally he bursts into tears. ‘what the fuck. fuck off. but also thanks i like this’

im rambling and probably being redundant in some parts but [VAGUE HAND GUESTURES @ FREEMIND ]

[tigerdrop]

Cringe is dead, talk to me about the funny half-life men and their relationship

okay here is my essay. it is titled These Guys Actually Like Each Other, and Gordon Freeman Is Just Kind Of A Dick*

(disclaimer: these are just my 2 cents. dont take me too seriously! im just some guy online who has watched this shit too many times.)

first things first. these guys actually like each other. this is a key aspect of their relationship. benrey, obviously and textually, digs gordon freeman - you dont flirt that heavily with guys you arent into, and so much of what he says and does is geared around making gordon crack up. thats pretty gay.

but the counterpart to this is that gordon freemans pretty fucking gay for benrey, too. you may say, “oh, but word of god says its not requited!” and to you i will say: bull shit. gordon is uniquely obsessed with benrey compared to all the other characters. if gordon didnt like the fucking guy, he wouldnt giggle with him and share in-jokes with him and bring him up every 5 seconds when benreys not around. thats concern, bro. thats worry. thats real shit

but i cant blame people for thinking that gordon freeman genuinely doesnt like benrey. benreys partially responsible for some of the worst things that have happened to him, the Arm Thing among them. and gordons very insistent afterward that he doesnt like benrey. he even goes so far as to try to kill benrey a couple times. to this, i must argue that gordon freeman is just kind of a dick.

lets talk facts here. canon. Lore. from the moment we hop into gordons shoes, we can see that he is a jerk to every npc on his way into black mesa. this is his default: a dude who just runs his mouth and says rude shit. he calls tommy a freak within 5 minutes of meeting him. he infantilizes the guy and barely considers him a real scientist. he doubts that bubby is a real name for like no fuckin reason. in “real life”, this is because its funny, and wayne is trying to make a funny half-life stream. in a textual sense, this is because gordon “hlvrai” freeman is a dick. this is the way he acts, consistently, throughout the series.

(brief aside: this is why the whole “gordon is a nice guy and a great dad” characterization baffles me. the way he actually acts in canon is, in short, bitchy and lacking in self-awareness. and i love that for him, i really do. it makes the moments where he just tries to be a nice guy stand out. but thats the thing: his intermittent moments of decency and kindness are not the whole of his personality! this dude kind of sucks most of the time!)

the way that gordons general asshole attitude extends to benrey is complicated. in fairness, benrey makes it his job to annoy the shit out of gordon as much as possible, and that warrants a negative attitude, but gordons pretty paranoid and ends up blaming benrey for nearly everything that happens to him, regardless of if its warranted. this is a pattern he exhibits both before and after the Arm Thing. its a little bit of a dick move! especially considering that, prior to the whole “betrayal” subplot (which was not exactly planned very far in advance), benrey is no more malicious or annoying than anybody else gordons having to travel with.

(okay, this is kind of a subjective evaluation, but still. my point stands that benrey is not any more of a hindrance to his progress than anybody else in the science crew, and neither is he particularly more violent or murderous. hell, gordon freeman has probably killed more guys than benrey. benrey just tends to get.......special treatment.)

all that said, i am still convinced that gordon really fucking likes benrey. please consider with me the following: it would be remarkably easy for gordon to just ignore him and do what he has to do, but he doesnt. he could stop engaging. he could stop thinking about benrey. he could stop bringing benrey up to the rest of the crew every time benrey leaves to do his own thing for awhile. but he doesnt. and, again, yeah, the extra-textual reason for this is “two guys are doing an improv comedy thing and bouncing off of scorpy is kind of the point”, but within the text it reads to me as gordon not being about to get the dude off his mind.

and this is in addition to all the times we see gordon being genuinely nice and receptive toward benrey! its in the little things: laughing the hardest and longest at benreys jokes. only ever reciprocating that stupid underwater “BBBBB” thing with benrey. trying to catch benrey when he falls, despite his insistence moments earlier that benrey should hop in the wack ass crystal generator and get hypermurdered. fondly remarking that benreys sweet voice sounds beautiful. his sort of flustered responses to most of benreys overt flirting. none of this is the way normal people react to a guy they hate. this is all fuckin gay to me, man.

its this combination of the outward insistence that gordon hates benrey with his inner eagerness to be around him and think about him and engage with him that gives off strong “repression” vibes, to me. for whatever reason - pride, embarrassment, resentment - gordon maintains a front of hating the guy and wanting to kill him for a lot of the series, but it doesnt gel with the way he fucking giggles and plays along half the time that benrey starts fucking with him. its a game, and that game is one of the only ways gordon knows to manifest affection for him.

(remember “oh my god, hes got a knife!”? that was the gayest shit i ever seen in my life. tittering like a schoolgirl while benrey chases him around like “im gonna get you haha”. insanity.)

the cool thing about repression is that you can have it manifest in a lot of ways! and this is where things like “headcanons” and “my own personal affection for repressed bisexual men” come in. a lot of how i characterize their relationship is an extrapolation of a lot of things like gordons canonical insecurity issues/anxiety, gordons whole anti-bootboy thing screaming “internet wokeboy who means well but probably has a lot of repressed baggage” to me, etc.

how do you get massive amounts of sexual repression out of what you see in canon, you might ask? well. if wayne would stop having gordon talking about being jerked off by the suit, or talking about chugging a 40-gal drum of potion and having to hold his piss, or worrying about being eaten by benrey the moment he sees benrey at setscale 10, maybe i would have a higher opinion of gordon “hlvrai” freeman and whatever latent psychosexual issues hes got going on. but here we are

i havent even touched yet upon how benrey feels about gordon. this one is helpfully made a little more plain by the fact that benrey very much wants to suck his dick in canon. (i dont even have to go into details. we all know.) but IMO the best part about this ship isnt just that they dig each other, but how. benrey gets overtly flirtatious in the second half of the series, but IMO his preferred method of flirting is just fucking with gordon: chasing him with knives, shoving him around in a bathroom, trying to get scans of his feet. but all in like a slapstick, giggly, fun-and-games sense, you know? at least when it works.

a lot of the time, though, it doesnt work out that way. he clearly just likes doing it whether or not gordon responds positively. which is, you know, Weird. not very nice. but also in line with the way everybody else treats gordon freeman. gordons kind of the universes chew toy in any given universe, and the same holds true here. hes kind of helpless......subjected to 4 demons attempting to make his life as difficult as possible. in a way its cathartic.

sorry. i got sidetracked. anyway, benrey very much likes to mess with him and unnerve him and demean him and i will be perfectly frank with you: that is hot. i have problems and illnesses and one of them is that i am a masochist who goes crazy for that kind of thing. calling gordon a “dirty lil boy” and telling him to “look at the mess [he] made” is some straight up kink scene shit.

i like to imagine that a lot of this behavior isnt caused just by the guy who played him wanting to be funny and antagonistic, but by benrey as a character not really understanding what constitutes “pushing a joke too far”. hes not human, and whatever he is doesnt have a very normative way of understanding the world around him, full of people who actually get hurt for real and die for real. benrey expresses what seems to be genuine surprise and distress after the Arm Thing, as if he didnt know that his actions would have serious consequences. and it doesnt seem to fully sink in afterward, either.

it reads a lot to me like hes used to video game rules and treating people around him like NPCs. if they get hurt, its no big deal, because its not real. he likes jamming random buttons on gordons interface and seeing what comes out. its probably a lot of fun for him, the same way that seeing a streamer or a youtuber suffer for our amusement is fun. its like, you know, in my opinion, gordons very cute when hes frazzled. hes also cute when hes laughing. pushing gordons buttons has a 50/50 chance of either of these things. and this is how he ultimately flirts with gordon: by pulling his pigtails.

but at the same time, benrey does legit care about gordon and knows some boundaries. benreys the one most often shooting at enemies to protect gordon, and he spent most of the last act trying to convince gordon to turn around and not fight him because they were friends (best friends, to be specific). he just lacks a lot of the emotional intelligence it would take to express the feeling of “he digs gordon and likes seeing his face get all red and sweaty regardless of the cause”. and gordon lacks the emotional intelligence it would take to express the fact that he doesnt know if he likes or hates benrey and hes scared as hell that its the former

because, lets be real. unironic benrey-liking is a sign of problems disorder. just look at all these words ive written about it.

can you imagine? this bizarrely powerful, non-human entity that can shrug off gunfire and grow to the size of a building has decided that youre his new plaything. benreys the bored guy booting up skyrim and fucking around in the console, and gordons the hapless favorite follower that hes taken a liking to. its a really fun dynamic IMO

after all this, its safe to say my title is a little misleading. the asterisk stands for * and So Is Benrey, Actually. they are both kind of awful dudes who thrive off of teasing each other and they deserve each other. and i am crazy about it. thank u for coming to my TED talk

[violetnotez]

HC: Being Handcuffed to the Boys

I only did Midoriya and Bakugo because Im lazy-sry- but I hope you enjoy! :)

|Part 2 w/ Kirishima+Shouto|

(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

Midoriya

Midoriya, as sweet and intelligent as he is, was NOT that smart that day

He was studying hero terminology, laws and rules to help him be a better hero, until a thought popped in his head- what if he needed to know how to use handcuffs? Like in some random situation where he needed to detain someone and the only thing he could was use handcuffs, could he do it?

Of course he could but he over thought it and convinced himself he COULDNT and began to slightly freak out

So of course he called you, but he didnt give you ANY info to go off of why he needed you so badly and it kind confused and worried you

“Y/n- I need you to come over quickly”

“Why, is something wrong or-”

“No, no, nothings wrong! Just- come over soon-please?”

“Im coming, Im coming, dont worry….”

When you finally got to his dorm room, you expected him to have some super important news to tell you- like he was hurt, or there was a huge pop  quiz you two needed to study for ASAP...but you were met with  blushing Midoriy holding hndcuffs

KiNkY

You just stared at him and at the handcuffs with a huge WTH face

You dont have the slighest idea of were he had HANDCUFFS

“Umm care to explain why you have handcuffs?”

He explains it to you, and you wanna laugh at how adorably overreactive your boyfriend is but you dont because you wnt him to know you take his concerns seriously

 So he tells you his plan- he was going to put one side of the handcuffs on you as if your were a villian, and one on him (the smart thing to do, he said, so if they couldnt escape because theyd be attached to him), and then take them off. Easy peasy!

NOT EASY PEASY

He put his side of the hand cuff with ease, but when it came to you it took FOREVER

He was so scared to hurt you (like pinch your skin or something) it took him 3 whole minutes to crank it closed

“Midoriya, why are you taking so long?”

“Well-I dont want to hurt you!” he blushed, sweating alittle as he tried his best to not potentially hurt you

“Your not going to hurt me- besides, I thought I was supposed to be a ‘villian’?”

“But- your not a villian- your my girlfriend! And I cant hurt my girlfriend!” he would protest as you laughed at his cuteness

Once it was finally on, Izuku felt way more relaxed- he did it,he could do it, and he wouldnt have to worry about some wierd freak scenario where he couldnt use handcuffs

So, naturally, you ask is he could unlock you guys since he was content with his work

“Yeah of course!” hed say with a sigh of relief until he’ll realize- he forgot where the key was

He’ll start sweating alot and you’ll get super concern

“Izuku, are you all right?”

“Umm….”he confess timidly, “I may or may not have…. Forgotten where the key is.”

Not gonna lie, youre gonna freak out a little

Your literally HAND CUFFED to your boyfriend

He spends 30 minutes in a rampage looking for it (yanking and dragging you around his room in the process)

“I know its here, I just had it, Ill find it I promise-”

Your wrists was turning red from the constant yanking and you had to finally just tell him to stop and figure out another way out of them

You two sit on his bed and thought for a moment- Midoriya’s first thought was Iida and Ochaco, since their his best freinds

But you didnt know for sure what they would do but ask awkward questions and freak out a little like you both did

You then thought of Mina with her acid quirk, but then thought better of it- she didnt have the best control over it and you didnt feel like having your skin melted off

And she was besties with Kaminari and Sero, the biggest pervs at UA, so if they even caught a glance at you two theyd take it the wrong way and you two wouldnt hear the end of it

You giys pondered on what to do next until Midoriya finally got an idea

“What if we go to Hatsume? She has so many gadgets she must have a way to unlock us”

You groaned- you were okay with Hatsume, her perosnality was a little- loud- which was fine, its just you could totally tell she had the hots for Deku and you didnt really appreciate that side of her...but she was your best bet….

“Fine, lets go”

The walk to the her workshop was tortorius- you two both wrapped yourselves up in your biggest jackets to hide the handcuffs so no one could see (even though it was the middle of the afternoon) and holding each others hand so it looked like you were just holding hands and nothing more

It was nerve wracking- you didnt want any of opur classmates to talk to you, let alone see you until you had those CUFFS OFF

When you finally get there, you were so grateful Hatsume was by herself 

And as perky as ever

Izuku tells about your guys predicament timidly as you both have huge blushes

But Hatsume doesnt seem to care about your embarrasment or how you got into that situation at all- shes just excited to try out a “new baby” 

She interjects Izuku with a loud outburst and begins to whip out a bunch of crazy looking gadgets

You look at Midoriya with a skeptical look but you allow her to get close and try to relese you guys

Surprisingly, after a few minutes you were free, and the sound of cold metal hit the tiles

You both rubbed your wrists happy to be out of those restraints

You start to laugh from relief, thanking Hatsume and turning to Midoriya with a stern grin

“Im  not going to ask today….but one day I will figure out how you got those handcuffs”

*small gulp from Izuku

Bakugo

Some days you wonder if your friends WANT to die

You and Bakugo had had a thing for each other for weeks

It was painfully obvious- you would be a blushing mess with Bakugo, giving him the biggest comebacks whenever he was mean to you all the while so red you looked liked you would explode

Bakugo was such a rude dirtbag to you most of the girls wondered how you restrained yourself from slapping him, calling you mean names and criticizing you for the smallest things

But if anybody hurt you or even said you were cute or pretty

OH NO

He would become so angry and possessive it was terrifying

So, since all of Class 1A was sick of hearing you deny any sort of love towards Bakugo and sick of almost getting their hair fried off by Bakugo if they even mentioned your name, they decided to take matters into their own hands

One day, Mina had called you over, leading you over to Kirishima and Bakugou

Your heart already began to quickly start beating just being near him

Bakugo huffed, hating how just seeing that annoyingly pretty face of  yours put his body into overdrive

“Whyd you bring this extra over?”

You rolled your eyes with your cheeks on fire, pretending like the comment didn't hurt as Mina gasped at his blatant rudeness

“Whatever, Bakugo, your just still bitter that I beat you in training last week-”

“Howd you beat me?! I was distracted for 2 seconds, that was no win-”

“Really?! So eating the dirt because I had KO-ed your cocky ass doesn't mean-”

“It means jack shit baka!”

Unknowing to the both of you as you bickered, Kaminari was sneaking behind you two with a pair of handcuffs while Sero followed him with an evil grin from behind

Before you two even knew it, Kaminari had clasped one side of a pair of hand cuffs to one of your wrists and one to Bakugos, Sero using his tape quirk to keep you two from squirming

You were confused and startled on what was even going on, while Bakugo was extremely pissed off

“What the hell do you think youre doing you idiots!”

“Cool down Spiky, or youll blow a fuse!” Sero laughed at his handiwork as you both squirmed to get out on the restraints

“Im gonna do worse than blow a fuse,” Bakugo spat at the whole grorup, “Im gonna blow up your asses into space once I get out of this!”

“Ohhh no your not!” Kirishima smirked at Bakugo”s clearly agitated face and your distressed expression “You two are going to stay like this until you can act like normal human beings around each other”

“Kirishima this isnt cool!” you whined, “How long am I going to have to be attached to this rabid hedgehog?!” You nodded towards Bakugo, who clearly didn't like your comment

“Rabid hedgehog?!” Bakugo shrieked, “Say that one more time and Ill-”

“And youll blast me into space? Fry me into Hell? Kick my ass into next week? Save your breath Katsuki, Ive heard every threat you can throw at me!” You snapped at Bakugou, your annoyance and stress of being stuck to him for God’s no how long making you jumpy-you cant be stuck to your crush YOU CANT

Bakugo looked like a fish gulping for a water as he was looking for a come back to that, as Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari looked shocked and amused by a stuttering Bakugo

“You guys are gonna stay together for as long as you need to,” Kirishima said, “we have the key to unlock the cuffs, so when you guys are ready- just come and get one of us!”

The group walked out, Sero and Kaminari betting how long it would take you two to have an agreement as Kirishima pushed them out the door

You stood there with Bakugou awkwardly for a few moments, him unable to look at you-his cheeks were on fire because of one little thing you said earlier

And you didnt even know GOD DAMMIT

You looked at Bakugou, thinking he was just ignoring you like usual- the BrAt

You sighed, “Look- if were going to be chained up like this, might as well get some things off our chests….” you swallowed hoping he couldnt feel your hand shake from being so close to him

He didnt say anything, your voice ringing in his ears and making me him shiver- GOD DAMMIT WHY WAS HE SO DAMN WEAK FOR YOU

He didnt say anything for a while, making you feel hurt and kinda bored

“Fine then, if you dont want to talk, at least walk with me to the kitchen-”

“You called me Katsuki.” He grumbled, still not wanting to look at you

“What?” You looked at him, confused on WHY he wouldnt look at you and why calling him by his first name was such a big deal

 “You called me by my first name-Katsuki.”

“Okkkkaaaay,” you drawled out, completely confused and annoyed, “dont know why that would bother you so much but can we plese just-”

Bakugo huffed in annoyance, his cheecks on fire, “You dont get it do you baka?! No one calls me Katsuki because Id kick their asses if they ever did-but-”

“But what?” you asked kinda gentle, seeing Bakugo struggling to say something to you and curiosity was getting to you

Is He GoNnA ConfeSS ;o

“But-you-said….it...and I-I-was...okay with it….” he struggled out, his face contorting so much to just push that out of him you were kinda worried

You looked at him, completely amused and not really taking him seriously

“That was it? I said your first name and you didnt have the urge to rip my head off like you usually do? I guess we can consider that progress!” you kinda laughed nervously, making Bakugo wish you would laugh again and then cursing at himself for thinking that

He hated how you made his head feel dizzy and it was making him angry

“You dont get it do you baka?!” he shouted aggresively, “I was okay with it because I like you and I fucking hate it!”

You stopped breathing, your eyes wide with shock and your brain seeming to shut down

“You-you-like- me? Like- more than a- friend?” you stuttered, looking at his face which was now obviously red

“See anyone else in the room? Of course its you who else would I fucking say that to!” he retorted, wishing the heat in his face would BACK OFF

OH CRAPPPPPPPPPPPP HE CONFESSED YALL :D

“I like you too….Katsuki,” you smiled, watching his face get even redder

  “Awww you look so cute blushing!”

“Shut up you baka!”

You laughed, making him feel all warm and squishy inside

“Well, I guess Kaminari is going to owe Sero $20- we deifnitely got this figured out in under an hour.”

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I hope your day (or night) is going well!

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[goldencursive]

my submission for @bnhararepair​ week 2021! im massively late, and i don’t even have a finished submission, rip

Title: bro, will you be my bro forever, bro?

Rating: General Audiences 

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki & Sero Hanta

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina, Hagakure Tooru, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki

Additional Tags: BNHA Rarepair Week 2021, Fake/Pretend Relationship, 5+1 Things, Fluff, Humor, or At Least an Attempt at Humor, Carnival, Meet the Family, a wedding wheeee, its not kamisero's lol, POV Kaminari Denki, POV Sero Hanta, POV Alternating, Mutual Pining

Summary:

alternatively titled: five times denki and hanta pretend to boyfriends and one time they actually are

Chapter One: 732 words

It’s a rare day when the whole class is allowed off campus without supervision. But they’re nearly third years now, and most of them have more than held their own against villains alone. It would be too easy to subdue any villains foolish enough to go against the entirety of Class A, and that’s the only reason Aizawa let them go. That and the fact that they finished their final exams and even their grump of a teacher isn’t mean enough to keep them from celebrating.

They aren’t doing anything too exciting, just shopping for their last summer camp. Not all of them need to buy things, but it’s fun to hang out as a group. Hanta watches Uraraka, Mina, and Hagakure bully Midoriya into buying more fashionable clothes.

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Midoriya protests. “I like them.”

“Midoriya, sweetie, your shirt literally says ‘pants.’ All of your clothes are like that,” sighs Mina. “It was funny the first few times, but you never wear anything else. You’re wasting your potential! You’ve got a great bod, show it off!”

“What about this? It’s cute, right?” Uraraka butts in from behind a rack of clothing. Midoriya’s eyes widen as she holds up a shirt for the other two girls to see.

“Uraraka, that’s a crop top!” cries Midoriya, blushing red from head to equally red shoes. “I can’t wear that!”

“Why not?” whines Hagakure. “I agree with Mina! Your stomach is way buff, that top would show it off like a pro.” She snags the top from Uraraka and holds it up to Midoriya’s chest to compare. The other two nod in agreement.

“It is cute, I like it!” Mina exclaims. Hanta can see what she means. It’s a pale sort of blue that compliments Midoriya’s hair and it’s small enough that Hanta can tell it’ll be tight around Midoriya’s broad shoulders. “At least try it on! We just wanna see how it looks!” 

“Yeah, Midoriya, it would look really cute on you!” adds Hagakure. “If you don’t like how it looks, we won’t make you get it.”

“Please, Deku?” begs Uraraka. “If you want, we can write ‘long sleeves’ on it to match the rest of your clothes.”

“Well, if you promise I’ll only have to put it on,” he concedes, worn down by their pleading. Midoriya might be one of the smartest and strongest people in their class, but it’s near impossible for him to refuse anybody. Hanta looks away as the trio cheers, hustling the green-haired boy to a changing room with their previous picks. His gaze lands on Denki, chatting with a stranger at the entrance of the store.

Hanta narrows his eyes. Denki doesn’t look uncomfortable, but Hanta knows him well enough to tell Denki’s too-loud voice and fixed smile means he doesn’t want to be talking to the guy but also doesn’t want to seem rude. Never one to leave his friend in trouble, Hanta pushes off the wall and heads in their direction.

“A cutie like you deserves a real man. How about you give me your number, huh?” Hanta hears as he nears them.

“Ah, no, I, um, can’t,” Denki says, starting to stutter.

“No need to be shy, sweetheart, I won’t bite. Unless you want me to,” the guy leers.

“What he means is,” Hanta cuts in, “he already has a boyfriend.” He slides an arm around Denki’s waist and smiles winningly at the stranger. He tries not to dwell on the fact that Denki fits perfectly there, because this is a Serious Situation, but it’s not like he can just turn his feelings off.

The guy grumbles something under his breath and Hanta narrows his eyes at him, smiling all the while. “Are we going to have a problem?” Hanta knows that while he might not seem intimidating, he’s at least a head taller than the dude and considerably more muscular, what with all the hero training.

At least the guy knows when to quit it. “Whatever, man. Just trying to be nice,” he mutters, slouching off. He says something else, but Hanta ignores it in favor of checking up on Denki.

“Hey, man, you okay? That dude was a sleaze.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. We were talking about Pokemon before he decided it would be a great idea to hit on me. But then you swooped in to save the day! My hero~” Denki flutters his eyes at Hanta, already back to his normal joking self.

The mini-Hantas running around in his brain are currently freaking out at top speed because Denki Fluttered His Eyelashes At Us And We Are Very Gay Send Help. But the Hanta in control of his body only snorts at this, because this is just how Denki is with everyone. “Come on—wanna watch the girls try to dress up Midoriya?”

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i know, i know, it isn’t much. but! i have chapter three done and chapters two and four halfway-ish written! i’ll post them as i finish them

part two | part three

[casualmaraudering]

a little text fic, prompt provided by @starstruck4moony <3

Remus Lupin

Sunday, 10:15AM

Sirius Black: hey, a friend told me you have a dog to give away?

11:10AM

Remus Lupin: yeah! lily has mentioned she said something to a few people. i’m guessing you’re interested in taking him?

You can now message and call each other.

11:11AM

Sirius Black: YES!!! i love dogs sm

Sirius Black: what’s his name?? do you have pictures??

Sirius Black: i mean i love him already but i require pictures

Remus Lupin sent a photo.

Remus Lupin: oh i call him Archie! though he’s small enough that you can change it if you want to

Sirius Black: ARCHIE????? THATS SO CUTE HOLY FUCK

Sirius Black: im in love

marauder squad

11:13AM

pads: RED

pads: why didnt you tell me the puppy guy is hot?????

prongs: oh boy here we go again

pads: he’s so fucking gorgeous?????

pads: he has CURLS

pads: and FRECKLES!!!!

wormy: is sirius being gay again

pads: why didnt you ever mention you have a cute friend 

redhind: cause i knew you’d do this

pads: STILL

pads: im hopelessly homosexual lily he might be the love of my life 

redhind: see there’s the thing

pads: he’s straight isn’t he

redhind: i don’t know

redhind: i can try my best to find out for you

pads: i love you lily

prongs: oi

pads: you dont have any cute boy friends prongs, go away

prongs: >:(

Remus Lupin

11.20AM

Remus Lupin: so when do you wanna get him?

Sirius Black: does next week work?? im not at home til next Friday

Remus Lupin: ah yeah sure! 

Remus Lupin: holiday?

Sirius Black: wedding

Sirius Black: my uncle and his partner are getting married and i wouldn’t dare miss it

Sirius Black: and as a gay man he has a flare for blowing things out of proportion so instead of a regular wedding it’s a full week long getaway

Remus Lupin: god i wish

Remus Lupin: stuck in London studying for finals :/

Sirius Black: #cantrelate i’m an art student we don’t get those lol

Remus Lupin: rude

Sirius Black: what do you major?

Remus Lupin: English lit

Sirius Black: so you’re a nerd huh

Remus Lupin: i just like books

Sirius Black: nephew duties call, gotta go

Sirius Black: goodbye nerd boy

Remus Lupin

5:45PM

Sirius Black: how is my darling doing

Remus Lupin: he’s napping rn, we just came back from a walk

Sirius Black: that’s not what i asked

Remus Lupin: ??

Remus Lupin: oh

Sirius Black: ;)

Remus Lupin: do you always call strangers your darlings?

Sirius Black: only when they’re as gorgeous as you

Remus Lupin: now you’re just lying

Sirius Black:??? no i’m not

Sirius Black: as the homosexual of the group my opinion is the most trusted when it comes to cute boys

Sirius Black: and you my dear are cute as all fuck

Remus Lupin: that’s nice of you to say

Sirius Black: and it’s true. you’re both cute and hot and apparently smart too since eng lit, so don’t put yourself down

Sirius Black: and i mean since this is all out here already i’m not just saying it to be polite, i really am attracted to you and it’s been nice talking to you so far and i know it’s a long shot cause i don’t even know if you like guys but i wouldn’t mind getting coffee together someday if you want

Lily Evans

6:30PM

raging homosexual: FUCK

raging homosexual: LILY I FUCKED UP BAD

raging feminist: ???

raging homosexual: I ASKED THE PUPPY GUY OUT AND ITS BEEN LIKE HALF HOUR AND HE JUST LEFT ME ON READ

raging feminist: oh god sirius

raging homosexual: HES CUTE AND LIKES DOGS I PANICKED

Remus Lupin

7:50PM

Sirius Black: hey, i’m sorry about that, i didn’t mean to freak you out or anything, people do say i’m too impulsive at times haha

Sirius Black: can we please just forget that happened? i swear i won’t hit on you since it makes you uncomfortable

Sirius Black: i’ll get Archie next Friday and then you don’t have to see me again

James Potter

10:20PM

prongs: stop sulking

padfoot: i’m not sulking

prongs: i can see what you’re listening to on spotify y’know?

prongs: you’ve had ‘sad gay time’ on repeat for two hours

prongs: i know that dude is pretty or whatever but he’s not the last cute guy you’ll meet

padfoot: yeah i know

padfoot: idk it just hits me sometimes

padfoot: like it’s not even him it’s just,,,, im feeling like shit in general cause that made me think about my life

padfoot: you have lily and sometimes when i look at you i want something like that too and i’m worried i won’t ever get that

padfoot: im 19 and never even kissed anyone

prongs: and that’s normal, things take time sometimes

prongs: the right guy will come eventually, trust me

prongs: 19 is really young still, there’s literally ages for you to find the right guy for you

prongs: you’re the most amazing guy i know, you’ll find someone

padfoot: thanks james

prongs: come to my room? we can play mario kart

prongs: i have popcorn

padfoot: sure

Remus Lupin

Monday, 8.20AM

Remus Lupin: god i am so so sorry i just left like that i swear i didn’t mean to

Remus Lupin: i have this weird condition, and sometimes it acts up really unexpectedly to the point where i can’t even look at my phone cause i have such a bad migraine and i really meant to reply but it got so bad that i could barely move i am so sorry

Sirius Black: are you okay now??

Remus Lupin: yeah, it’s better

Remus Lupin: not amazing but better

Remus Lupin: that’s why i’m giving away Archie, too

Remus Lupin: an auntie gave him to me and while i’d love to have a dog, i can’t really care for one that well 

Remus Lupin: again, i’m so sorry, it was the worst timing possible

Sirius Black: it’s fine! i’m just glad you’re okay

Remus Lupin: and.. if the offer still stands, i’d really like to get coffee with you sometime

Sirius Black: really??

Remus Lupin: yeah

Remus Lupin: only for Archie’s sake, of course

Remus Lupin: he’s quite attached to me already, so i need to make sure you treat him well

Sirius Black: oh yes, absolutely

Sirius Black: you’ll have to stop by my flat, to see if it’s right for him

Remus Lupin: i hope your bed is soft enough for him, he hates sleeping alone

Sirius Black: you’ll just have to check for yourself

You changed Remus Lupin’s nickname to: cute puppy dad

Remus Lupin changed your nickname to: my puppy daddy

[iiasha-archived]

genshin anon! yeah the sacrificial one can have the skill useable again after it's used! gosh i pull all the claymores :/ when i was doing some pulls to try to get homa, i got the wolf's gravestone instead AND i finally hit pity on my standard banner (i only use the free pulls on that) and got the freaking skyward claymore from it so.... yay.... guess xinyan can get a new claymore and if i ever pull diluc... ive got his claymore.... lol.

hihihi

(2/5) oo nice! id definitely give bennett a try then. i use him in spiral abyss but my normal healer is diona. but he does really good. yeah i agree ): from what ive heard honkai had the same type of update schedule and it worked for that so.. im sure whenever a new region comes out everyone will come back and it'll bring more people in? but yeah exploring is so much fun and we just have to wait all the time. it would be nice to have a bit more events in between.

(3/5) thanks! :D new update - pulled venti lol. i was guaranteed him since i pulled qiqi last AND i even got him early. and finally got razor too lol. and c2 sucrose. now to save for childe because i want him so bad. also @ your posts from yesterday, i also heard the rumor zhongli is coming back so 👀 need him for my polearm squad lol. how have you been enjoying the windblume festival?? and rip the 2 noelles you pulled :/ thankfully only got razor and sucrose so far... lol

(4/5) probably won't pull anymore to save for childe. since c2 sucrose is good and i have razor now. i enjoyed his playstyle. it definitely took a bit to get used to but i think by the end of his story quest i had it. aww i love bow users! haha. i love using polearms and bows the most. i walk around the world with xiao, hu tao, venti, and diona lol. yeah i can't wait to see that boss then!! more story!!! did you do the hangouts yet? i unlocked barbara and noelle but i haven't done them yet.

(5/5) ill do the hangouts once i get bored or something lol. yeah rosaria... lol. ill still try to get her (mainly since ill be trying to get childe) but.. hopefully we fid out she isn't as rude as she was in albedo's quest lol. she seems fun to play though from what ive seen. and yeah the most things you get are from ascending! but hp and def i think still increase pretty well while leveling up. attack doesnt change a whole lot just from leveling up.

ohhhh okay!! i think i have the bow version on fischl but that was because some guide told me to i didn’t actually understand what it meant jaskdfla omg nice!! the only 5 star weapon i have is the skyward sword who i just put on my most dps sword user at the moment lmao (currently bennet i guess)

and i am starting to get used to him!! actually between him, xingqiu, and chongyun i’m getting elemental reactions for days so it almost makes xiao the pointless member on my team now since he’s a pretty selfish character lmaoo once he gets to friendship level 10 i might swap him out again for a more support character like fischl and make bennet the main dps. 

yeah!!! but i get they have to. program all the events ajsdkflaj in all honestly i think the rate they’re doing things is fine, but i do hope i don’t lose interest before another region comes out LMAO

YOU GOT VENTI I’M SO JEALOUS AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG i don’t have the primogems so i might just stop after these noelle pulls jadsklfjakd or at least stop after getting sucrose who’s higher chance. tbh i don’t think i currently have a real use for venti aside from pairing him with someone like xiao ESPECIALLY if i do manage to get sucrose. i actually have 0 use for zhongli too but i’m in love with him so i’m saving everything i fucking have jakldsfja. i might pull once or twice on childe’s just to try to get rosaria at least, idrc about childe ajskdfladsf

i’m really really liking the windblume festival!!! maybe it’s not as like. pretty as liyue but the events are definitely WAY more fun ones that’s for sure. like even if i don’t get extra rewards some of them are just fun to play which is an indicator of like. a good minigame lmaooo. like the lyre/music one i really really want those perfect scores ajfskdl

i definitely like polearms and claymores the best! and as suggested earlier i walk around with whoever i’m trying to build friendship levels with while still having a balanced team so right now its xiao, bennet, xinqiu, and chongyun!! chongyun there bc the xinqiu/chongyun besties pair >>>>>>>>>>> for elemental reactions AND character stories lmao. i actually played chongyun’s hangout walking around as xinqiu which was funnier when chongyun mentioned xinqiu lmaoo.

i’ve done chongyun’s and barbara’s, i’m probably gonna do bennet’s next!! i like the hangouts, they do get a little tedious with the multiple endings but that’s the nature of these kinds of storyline-based games and i’m at least glad they give you the option to skip to certain parts of the story instead of restarting from the beginning (that would truly suck lmao). and at least you get rewards for each one.

lmaooo yup rosaria we’ll see... since she’s kind of featured i wonder if she’ll show up in the main storyline for the windblume festival like venti. but yeah she looks super fun to play, and since i love polearms + claymores and she’s a polearm user who looks like she fights like a claymore user i’m very 👀👀👀

[zuffer-weird-girl]

So from what I’ve read (from your works), Haru and Kaito are low key dating. I was wondering if you, dear author, could give us some head canons or maybe a scenario of how they started dating. I love your AU and your works❤️

Sorry for the delay! I was trying to elaborate a cute scenario at least for these two

Btw thanks for the help @mistysandwichfeather

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Always on his life he kept seing his parents affection towards each other, subtle or not.

As a toddler he would always point it out how gross it was to seing his father sneak a kiss on his mother, leaving him a but jealous since he was VERY attached to his mom.

But when the years went by, he saw that this was quite normal. Despite his dad being a mysophobic and clean freak, he always joked about hiw he reminded him of one of his favorite characters and every time Chisski would scowl at his son, completely offended.

Many times Kaito doubted that his father really loved his mother due to his personality... but now he noticed how wrong was he.

Dad was brute, bold and even acting like a soulless being in front of others, especially strangers; Pops and uncle Kurono he was a but more vanilla but he never once saw him smilling or not spilling a sarcastic or even rude comment at them.

With mom though? God how he changed. He had that soft and little dpark on his eyes whenever he only looked at her, bathed her in gifts even despite her protests. Even having his mysophobia, always checking his family to see if they did their basic cleaning, he would always touch you without a second thought.

Pops and uncle Kurono often sayed that she kept him 'grounded'. His grandfather always letting clear that (Y/n) saved Kai from a possible dark path on his life, that she was his Yin and Chisaki was her Yang.

He snickered often at that, remind that his parents had matching hidden necklaces with those symbols. Not believing that such a thing was possible to even happen again.

His parents were a exception. His mom and dad, even despite being completely opposities, they were together and still had that same fire on their relationship.

So much as a proof that he had a little sister later....

But... now? As he looked at his childhood friend simply talking about how her father, his godparent, had teached her how to use a gun just yesterday, he noticed something... different spreading through his chest.

He felt... weird per see. Haru was just talking for God's sake, yet he was paying attention he felt more attracted by the way her eyes lifted up.

He made the mistake of going to talk with his father about it, not mentioning still who it was that made him feel like that.

Chisaki just stopped abruptly his reading as he let the taxes on his hands fall on his desk.

"... You're sick." He answered, making Kaito freeze yet emit a cinfused as fuck sound, and a bit offended.

"You've got sick. The same illness that I got some years ago." He said nonchalantly while staring at his son numbly.

"What the hell dead? No, im not." He answered with the same expression, before he open his mouth on a 'O' shape when Chisaki sighed in irritation and showed his son the ring that was on his hand.

Shit. That illness.

It couldn't be. Haru was his childhood friend as long as he could remember. And the comments of buying things for her coming from his father didn't helped one bit.

He found himself completely lost. But still went to talk with his mother, someone who could talk feelings better than his dad for sure.

The laughter she gave when he told what his dad commented about the illness had eased him up a bit. His mother was always not only his but the sorce of comfort for the Chisakis in general. His sister, his father....

Although for his dismay she had agreed with his dad. He was in love.

"Dear gosh my soldier even with dealing with feelings you are the spitting image of your dad!" She giggled while carresing his dark brow looks.

"Don't say that mom. Please." He grimaced.

He wasn't that similiar with his father.

Now, with both his parents opinion... he needed to prove that. He needed to be sure he truly was feeling those strange yet suffocating feelings his mom and dad had told him about.

Haru was just talking about the aim of a gun or something about how she was practicing parkour and almost scared the shit out of her dad... before he brought his hand to her chin, noticing the sudden blush on her cheeks appearing at his action.

"U-uh... Kaito-kun?" She asked with uncertain.

She had developed a huge damn crush with the boss's son. Even dsring to talk about it with her auntie and Kin... but never really had the courage of saying to the boy himself.

He squinted his eyes a bit as he seened to examinate her face with caution... before he slowly aproached and placed his lips over hers.

The joilt of electricity he felt was strong. Really strong. But yet... good. He worried for a second when Haru had gasped but soon melted, bringing caustiously her arms to wrap around his neck.

He grunted when she accidentally gripped abit too tight but had awkwardly used his free arm to envelop her midsection while his hand was still on her chin.

When both separated Haru was just as red as a rose, taking her arms off from Kaito to cover her mouth as she started to make scream on then.

"... Dramatic." He pointed out numbly as she looked at him with wide eyes.

"W-what was that for?!"

"Is true." He breathed out, smirking a bit after before looking at Haru "I am in love with you. Forgive me for taking too long to notice Haru."

She gagged, takinga few minutes to breath in and out to regain her composure. With a embarrased smile she returned to look at those soft yet serious (E/c).

"Really?"

"Yeah. Its been months already that I'm trying to figure it out." He said while bringing a hand to scract the back of his neck. "Might as well talk with uncle about me wanting to be your partner or else he will shoot me." He snickered at Haru's laugh.

"You bet. But I guess I am in the more prejudicial side. After all you are the son of Overhaul, auntie (Y/n) and Kin already know but your father might be a-"

"Wait wait. Hang on" he lifted his hands up for her to stop as his face looked normal but his eyes spotted how hotrified he was "My mom and sister knows about this?"

"I might have told them that I had a crush on you when I was 10?" She shrugged with a uncaring expression.

"... you caved my grave woman."

Bonus:

You and Pops dropped the cups of tea you both had in your hands while Kai and Hari's eyes almost fell fron the way they had widen. All the adults with their jaws wide open while Kin yelped in joy and went to give her sis sis a hug.

"...Uh. saying something would be... apreaciated?" Kaito spoked with worry on his voice at seing the reaction of his parents while Haru looked at her father with worry as well.

Suddenly you yelled 'YES!' In joy laughing while Pops got up from his own seat with chuckles saying something about that they had won... while Kurono and chisaku were simply frozen.

"Huh?" The both young teenagers spoked in confusion, not getting why the elder and the woman were celebrating about.

"To explain for both of you, we all made a bet if you teo love birds were going to be together or not." Pops sayed while making his way to get a broom to clean the mess while chuckling.

Luckily there wasn't any tea on those cups....

"And we won!" You sayed in pure joy, giggling at your husband's pretified expression along with his childhood friend.

"So as I can probably tell uncle and dad betted that we weren't going to end up dating?" Kaito sayed, genuily scared and worried for the mans he was usually so used to seing calm and collected with wide eyes.

"... why of all the people it had to be block head's brat..?" Kai suddenly muttered, only you and Chrono were able to hear it though.... the comment making Hari snap out of his shock.

"What was THAT supposed to mean?" He said with a frow, not even bothering with the death glare Chisaki sended him.

"You know what I meant. Chronostasis."

"Stop with that attitude both of you. Accelt that both lost." Pops sayed right after he came back, accepting your offer to help with a smile.

Kaito and Haru changed looks... did they had caused the third war without thinking?

[melody-the-unwritten]

No Goodbyes {Tod & Melody}

In which two friend text during Nightmare Before Christmas, Even while battling nightmares.

Featuring Panic being an ass like normal

@hclyghcst

Tod Sionnach

mel if youre not inside go inside now

dont breathe in the fog

are you okay

Melody Oceana

oh god what's going on

i can't find anyone

Where are you???

Tod Sionnach

no idea. tiana’s place

its gonna be hard to see anyone  

you just have to go inside and stay far away from the doors and windows

Melody Oceana

i think i

(silence for prob 5 -10 min)

Tod Sionnach

mel?

melody?

(5 min) mel come on

(6 min) please say something

(8 min) please look at your phone

(10 min) hello? MEL?

- missed call -

(12 min) Where are you? Melody. Come on.

(15 min) please pick up

Melody Oceana

Hey this is Percy, I've got Melody

Tod Sionnach

Percy?

Is she okay??

Melody Oceana

Attina's fiance, Attina being Melody cousin

I mean I dont think anyone is 'okay' so you might wanna define what you're asking

who are you btw?

Tod Sionnach

terrible with names, im sorry. faces all that.

i’m asking why she isnt the one messaging me at the moment honestly.

friend. i’m a good friend just checking up on a friend doing good friend like things. kinda.

Melody Oceana

she's kind of passed out but physically okay

Yeah good friend things

Tod Sionnach

passed out???

trust me not the time to evaluate my feelings good sir

she’s probably experiencing some kind of nightmare. a lot of people are

Melody Oceana

Yeah she saw someone's face and kind of just passed out

it was a kid too, weird, either way i'm trying to help her dont worry

Tod Sionnach

Where are you  h??

a kid? a boy??

just keep her close then... i know she’s probably seeing something awful

Melody Oceana

yeah he was probably 14/15 ish

yeah yeah, im sure tina would kill me if i didnt

Tod Sionnach

I don’t know how much you know but I think I know who that is

it’s picking on her worst fears and manifesting them.

please keep an eye on her. are you  h somewhere safe?

Melody Oceana

good for you, you two can have a little gush session after

Hatters, so yeah we're fine, where are you? have you seen any of Melody's family?

Tod Sionnach

huh? no just loss. she’s seeing someone she’s lost.

just so you have some context

wait earlier did you say tina?

tianas. Attina is here

Melody Oceana

Don't worry I'm not gonna say anything rude to her. I'm an asshole but not that much of one

oh thank god at the very least she's in somewhere

Tod Sionnach

thank you. just keep an eye out. I have to go out and stop this

she hasn’t been affected. she’s actually just fine

Melody Oceana

I'm sorry what the fuck

take your own advice and stay inside

Tod Sionnach

i know. alarming but I have to help somehow

You have to promise to keep an eye out and maybe tell a white lie if she wakes up and asks about me

Melody Oceana

fucking idiotic move but fine

Tod Sionnach

i know what I’m doing.

i think

i just don’t want her to be worried or anything

Melody Oceana

no offense kid unless you can deal with dark magic I doubt you can

Tod Sionnach

that’s the thing

i can. kinda

it’s brand new and i barely had a grip on this so i’m not in the mood to be thrown into it but it’s my job??

I guess?

i’m blabbering.

and hearing gunshots and it’s not real

Melody Oceana

no job is worth your life. Swynlake isnt that's for sure

panic and fear can be controlled

if apparently it's your job you're more powerful then it right

Tod Sionnach

I grew up here. I have to try to protect it, right?

any tips for that?

maybe. i hope so. to be honest i don’t really wanna die so that would be great.

Melody Oceana

sure that's a reason to do that.

focus on what's around and what's real. Choose one thing that you can hold onto and feel. Everything else isnt real

Tod Sionnach

greatest reason i got beyond hoping stopping this helps her too.

what is that one thing? another person? my own belongings?

Melody Oceana

whatever is accessible. if the thought of a person helps use that. If you physically have someone crazy enough to go there out with you stick close

but if you have a ring or a bracelet that holds significant meaning that works too

Tod Sionnach

i have a couple things in mind. peaceful. okay.

thank you.

if she wakes up and feels better, she can still ring me. But i’m fine as far as she’s concerned

Melody Oceana

sounds good, dude. best of luck

btw ### ### ####

(in which panic sends him his number)

(cause fucking hell he's an idiot)

Tod Sionnach

didn’t think of that. Thank you!

(32 min later to Percy) deLETE tHE CONvo when you cAN

bLOOD HELL

Percy Goldthwait

Oh so you finally realized

what if I said she was up and using her phone right now?

Tod Sionnach

Id say it was about time to pass away to shadow demons

Percy Goldthwait

HA! she's still asleep and i deleted them awhile ago

well all except

this

(insert screenshot of Tod freaking out and calling Melody)

Tod Sionnach

just gonna do me like that, aye? can you at least tell her i’m fine and that you messaged me back on your own phone?

Percy Goldthwait

yeah yeah, don't you want her to know you were concerned

i'll let her know

Tod Sionnach

LATER PLZ

THANK YOU

Percy Goldthwait

:thumbsup:

-LATER-

Melody Oceana

hey percy said you're okay but i hope you're staying safe

Tod Sionnach

(30 min later) Yes! Good to hear from you!

glad you’re alright mel!

seriously!

Melody Oceana

I'll probably be sleeping for days after this

how was it where you were?

Tod Sionnach

get loads of rest

chaotic but there’s people going out to help so everything will be fine

Melody Oceana

Im glad

you're not going back to an empty house are you?

Tod Sionnach

(6 min) i live alne so ya i thik i will be

u wont be a lone will yu?

Melody Oceana

(retyped like 5 times) i have an extra bed at my apartment

if you want

Tod Sionnach

(2 min) your inviting me to sleep over at your apartment?

yeh! ok alright

Melody Oceana

better then h of us alone

Apartment 5B ast Castlesuites

Tod Sionnach

exactly what i was thinkng

when they let us go ill let u kno

Melody Oceana

I think i have some leftover pizza and tea too

just incase you want food

Tod Sionnach

(7min) absolutely :hearts:

thank you mel

maybe 2 or 5 drinks too but yes

Melody Oceana

yeah that type of night I have a stash too

Tod Sionnach

a godsend you are

(2min) are you sure your alrght? btw

Melody Oceana

yeah,i got lucky someone i knew was here

I hope he wasnt mean to you, percy's okay just kind of ??? sometimes

he means well

tina loves him obvi

and he's a good guy

yeah

ignore me

Tod Sionnach

(6min) no he was fine. all good.

cared about yu

tina was fine by the way

just in case

just stay away from the fog. no more nightmares

Melody Oceana

if i can avoid it I will no worries!

Tod Sionnach

thank you. ill be around soon ok?

Melody Oceana

sound good

Tod Sionnach

bye mel (:

Melody Oceana

no byes, just see you laters

Tod Sionnach

(2min) youre right. see you later. cross my heart.

[scatterpatter]

Some expanded thoughts on FF7R under the cut [SPOILERS]

So! Overall I freaking LOVED the remake and I can’t wait to see the rest! Midgar feels so alive and expanded, you really feel attached to everyone, it’s... muah! Honestly a lot of the points I’m gonna make are more nitpicks than anything. I won’t make any commentary on the gameplay because I watched a let’s play instead of playing by myself(im broke and cant afford a PS4 and $60 game >_>)

So the designs are GORGEOUS... no, the entire GAME is gorgeous. Midgar looks so good and detailed, there’s so much great implementation of color theory! Cloud is sooooo good looking!!! Barret and Aerith and Sephiroth are all GORGEOUS! Reno Rude Tseng and Rufus.. AAAA!!! The only slight complain I have is that- okay so Tifa looks AWESOME, but I honestly wish she wasn’t so skinny. Like she’s a melee fighter, but her waist and arms are so thin! I wish they gave her a bit more tone and muscle, but, oh well. I honestly can’t stop staring at the character models they look SO good

Plot-wise, I really like most of the changes/additions they made! Especially with Biggs, Wedge, and Jessie. They’re wonderful and I love them and did I mention that I love them because they’re just so dorky!!! And good!!!

Honestly, I like that Aerith is actually written to be likeable. I know that doesn’t seem like much but a lot of games fall into the trap of telling you that you’re supposed to like the female protag(looking at you, Breath of the Wild) or tell you that she’s a strong character, but they fail to show that, so the player feels like they’re just being told to get attached. Aerith, though, is actually really likeable in this game!!! She’s cute and down-to-earth, really dorky and even snarky, easily seeing past Cloud’s tough-guy act, and she can fight! It’s just so nice to see a game that shows a strong female protag instead of just telling you.

Legit everyone is horny for Cloud and I’m so here for it

Okay so like. I love Roche. I didn’t at first but he quickly grew on me. He’s so awfully chaotic and I just- I love him. I’m mad that he was just kinda forgotten, though. Like! He could’ve shown up at the ending chase!!!

THEY REALLY WROTE HOJO TO BE AS CREEPY AS POSSIBLE HUH. Like I’m not complaining because like he’s basically the reason why everything happened, but! Ahhhh he makes me squirm he’s a creep with a gross science fetish and I wanna stab himmmmm

Okay so. President Shinra is a little bit TOO stereotypically evil? Like having a gold statue of himself and not even caring about sabotaging one of his own reactors when one little console gets destroyed??? Like it’s almost comical how evil he’s written to be. Though, I do like the scene where he calls Barret out on his ideals, that was neat!

Nowww, Heidegger Scarlet Palmer and Reeve? MUAH. Heidegger and Scarlet are written so sadistically but like in such a likeable way, especially Heidegger. God I hate them both but you just love to hate them!!! Palmer is HILARIOUS- I love how he’s written to be the spoiled kid whose parents forced the other kids to include him so he’s just there even though he doesn’t do anything. And Reeve? Well...

SO REEVE IS MY FAVORITE ATM SINCE WE DON’T HAVE VINCENT YET, AND REEVE IS JUST... <3 <3 <3 Okay so first off, his design is perfect. He doesn’t really stand out in the same way that Heidegger Scarlet and Palmer do. He just has a normal build, normal suit, normal hair slicked back- he just looks like a normal employee, totally inconspicuous... which is very fitting considering how he ends up being undercover and needs to look inconspicuous ;)

Though Reeve shows clear signs of overworking himself and being emotionally abused by his coworkers which... sucks. I mean it’s good writing but I feel so awful for him- Like you know it’s bad when someone just has to hold up a hand to get you to shut up and sit down. I like that he tries to do good things but steps down when he’s told to, that he’s empathetic but cowardly. It does a great job at setting up his character arc in future chapters <3

Okay so one thing- I thought the build-up for the plate dropping was amazing, but honestly... the plate itself falling was slightly underwhelming, to be completely honest. Like- I just didn’t feel the impact that a plate falling would have! Mainly because, you don’t see a single death which is interesting. Like you see people running from falling debris, but legit not a single death is implied. Honestly? I thought the scene would have been far more impactful if they showed:

Seventh Heaven actually being destroyed

The people topside reacting to the ground beneath them collapsing and them falling to their deaths(They only tried to evacuate Sector 7 slums! Not the topside!!!)

More people actually being implied to have been crushed(No, Im not counting Wedge). Like in the original FF7 there’s a scene where someone’s watching tv and you see the plate falling from outside the window- and there’s a reporter just doing his normal shit before he suddenly looks up and things go to static- like- thats an intense scene and I wish the remake did more stuff like that!

They do great showing people REACTING to the plate falling which is why its so appalling to me that they dont show much of the actual devastation DURING plate fall

I LOVE that Cait Sith shows up at the plate falling! It shows that Reeve actually tried to warn people(something he asked to do and was denied earlier), even if he was too late. The only problem I have is that new players who dont know who Cait Sith is will be horribly confused as to who and why he’s there???

Also, when the crew goes back to Sector 7, you don’t really... feel the impact right away. Keep in mind, an entire section of city just fell onto another section of city WITH the supports holding it up, there should have been way more rubble. Yet, the area where Seventh Heaven is just... looks like it was hit with a major earthquake. There should be way more rubble, like mountains of it. It’s weird since the opening cinematic really captures the scope of how huge Midgar is, but the plate falling just doesn’t really show the scope of how much devastation there was to losing an entire plate.

The scope of it is done a bit better when climbing up Sector 7, but I still feel like the weight and scope of destruction isn’t lived up to its full potential.

Okay so- Wedge and Biggs. ... Yeah, it takes away from the impact of their deaths to have them not die. I mean, I can’t make a total opinion on this just yet, because the other parts haven’t come out yet, but... if FF7R is gonna keep them alive, they better have a good reason for it tbh.

They might have done a little bit too much foreshadowing with Cloud and Aerith? Like I like Cloud having memory issues, it’s kept pretty vague... but him going “Mother?” with Jenova is a little bit too spoiler-y. Like yeah you gotta tease his whole thing but like- don’t give it away this soon!!!

I also don’t mind Seph showing up as much as he does. Like, in the original, you don’t even hear about him until close to the end of the Midgar arc. Obvi since the remake ONLY covers the Midgar arc so far, I totally understand bringing him in sooner. Again, having the clones existing might be a little too spoilery for the big twists later on, but I can let it slide since it’s still treated as very “wtf” and I’m sure anyone new to the story hasn’t put it together yet.

Did I mention how much I love Seph he’s so creepy and his eyes are gorgeous and he’s so intimidating by just being there

And the Whispers... I honestly didn’t like them. I kept forgetting that they existed honestly. They just feel so... detached from the plot. I don’t mind adding new content/story, but the Whispers just... didn’t feel well-implemented. They also felt really campy towards the end. Like, the fact that they could un-stab Barret and shield Avalanche from car accidents while they were escaping? They were legit like “no you can’t die even if you tried because fate” and takes away any tension of the scene because... well, they know they cant die.

That being said, the ending was interesting. I uh. It was interesting! So they actually defeat fate itself in order to change... who knows what. The future, maybe even the past??? I’ve got many thoughts on this

If the future is changed, that can be exciting since people who know the original’s plot won’t know what’s gonna happen next so like- okay!

If the past was changed... y’all know I’m talking about Zack. Was fate changed so that he could live? Keep in mind, we see Whispers surrounding Midgar before they dissipate and Zack’s like “ohey did I get all of em?”, implying that fate would have forbade Zack from ever getting to Midgar. Having the team defeat fate means... Zack may have now reached Midgar. 

Is alternate reality/timeline stuff going to happen now???

Cloud’s character revolves around Zack dying. What’ll happen to Cloud now???

I feel so bad for people new to the plot who don’t know who Zack is.

Nomura... you madman.

So with the ending... Nomura and Squenix is setting something up. They’re going for something huge. I uh. I fear, honestly! Because this could very likely get WAY too ambitious and WAY too confusing(Think Dream Drop Distance’s bullshit plot), and could totally fall on its face and end up being Squenix’s biggest flop of all time. But... if this succeeds and they actually pull off whatever they’re trying to pull... holy shit. I would be floored.

I honestly am a bit afraid that the plot will be too confusing for new players. Like- no one would know whats going on with Zack unless they knew the original plot, so like while this would be a great game for FF7 fans, I’m really worried that it won’t be a good game for people new to the series.

Cloud in a dress is the greatest thing and I’m so happy they kept that scene I love him so much the entire scene is so queer <3

But overall, despite some nitpicks, it was a SUPER SOLID game and I’m soooo hype to see where they go with it! I wanna see Cait and Yuffie and Cid and Vincent!!!!!!!!!

[deities-fanfiction]

CHAPTER ONE???MAYBEI DUNNO

The 1-A class all sat together in the waiting room set aside for them. All twenty one of them were thinking about the possible challenges ahead. They didn’t know all that much about what they were going to be doing at this years UA sports festival , but from what they do know it was going to be hard.

 Everyone but 1-A’s resident bubble girl. [that joke was unintentional I swear] said girl had decided to not worry about it. Either way they’d all be participating and it couldn’t be all that dangerous. Besides if she worried too much beforehand she wouldn’t be able to focus. This was one fight she actually wanted to win. If she was gonna get into a good enough agency to complete her goal then now was one of her only opportunities to get noticed.

 The plan was to roll with everything and depending on what they would be doing. ‘I hate thinking hard…’ Jenny thought to herself as she played with her short auburn hair with one hand while the other one was balled up holding her cheek up as she stared at the wall from her seat.

 A tap on Jenny’s shoulder brought her back to reality. She turned her head to see Tsuyu. “Jenny are you alright?” she asked. Tsuyu had been jenny’s friend ever since they met in class on the first day. Jenny gave a small smile “im fine, Tsu” she reassured Tsuyu.

 “you seem pretty bored. Not nervous?kero kero” Tsuyu tilted her head. The class was mostly talking among-st each-other as a group which jenny hadn’t noticed until now.

 Jenny’s green eyes scanned the room before she answered. “well we don’t even know what we’re doing yet.” she shrugged. Tsuyu let it go and turned back to the conversation. This time Jenny joined her.

 It wasn’t all that interesting besides Kaminari being overly confident and Ochako stepping out to call her parents. That was until…

 “Todoroki? What is it?” Midorya asked as Todoroki stood before him. This peaked jenny’s interest. She had been keeping tabs on Shoto from the first day onward. She found him intimidating but interesting.

 Todoroki had this look on his face. Similar to his usual neutral expression but with added fire behind his eyes. Then he spoke “looking at things objectively I think I’m stronger than you.” he stated.

Midorya was taken aback by his classmates statement but agreed.

 “but…” Shoto began “ all might seems to be watching you. Even so…I’m going to beat you.” he said.

 Jenny felt a chill go up her spine. What’s with this dramatic declaration of war? She watched as Izuku’s eyes widened at what Shoto had said. Until he himself spoke up…

“Todoroki , I don’t know what you’re thinking when you say you’ll beat me.” he looked at shoto as his back was turned. Todoroki turned to look back at Midorya. “but of course your better than me…” the green haired boy admitted.

 Jenny was half tempted to pull out a bag of popcorn. Sure they were no normal class and had been in dramatic real situations but starting personal drama now? Seriously.

 Everyone in the room stared at Midorya as he went on. “I think your more capable than most people.” he said. His raised fists fell to his sides as he stared at the floor “I cant afford to fall behind…” he stated before he looked up at Todoroki and said “I’m going for ti with everything I have.”

 Shoto’s response was a nod.

 That’s when jenny stopped paying attention again. “that’s gonna end in disaster…” she mumbled under her breath before giggling.

 “oi feisty of you’re gonna talk then speak up!” Bakougo scolded jenny from across the room. All eyes turned to her. The girls face went red before she glared at the ash blonde boy. Katsuki had given her that annoying nickname on the first day. He had acted up and ran at Izuku. Sure Mr.Aizawa stopped him but jenny wasn’t gonna let that be his only punishment. So she stood up tall and shouted over at Bakougo ; “so your full of yourself and have no control of yourself? Great we’ve got a knock off Inuyasha on our hands!”.

 Now that pissed him off. Throughout the day she repeatedly told Bakougo to cut his crap. So he just called her feisty. She didn’t much mind the nickname but it was the way he said it. Like he didn’t remember her name and lets be honest…he probably didn’t.

 She stuck her tongue out at Katsuki and he remarked on her being childish. “we are children you dumba-””language , Jenny!” Iida cut her off before she could cuss Bakougo out.

 “but Bakougo swears all the time! You don’t say anything to him!” Jenny whined as she stood up and pointed at Kastuki.

 Iida did his…hand thing and responded with “well he doesn’t listen to me…but you do.” he pointed out. Jenny sat back down. “unfair…” she grumbled. Tsuyu patted her friends shoulder.

 Before the knew it the class was stepping out onto the field. Jenny watched as other UA first years filed in. She saw her friends in 1B of course. She waved to them. But the one she was happiest to see was her best friend Hitoshi Shinso from class 1C.

 She noticed at the front of the group. She immediately smiled and waved before she walked over. The rest of his class wasn’t all that happy about this. Jenny didn’t worry about it. “hi Toshi.” she said before she booped his nose. Shinso smiled and patted her head. “hey jen. Been a while.”.

 Eventually she pulled him over to stand with Tsuyu and herself. They watched as midnight explained what was happening.

 “so you okay? You didn’t really talk about USJ with me after it happened.” shinso whispered to Jenny. She scrunched her brows “yeah I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” she responded. The indigo haired boy took a moment to respond. “it’s just that you were with shy kid and that bird guy.” he said. Jenny rolled her eyes “they have names! Kota and Tokoyami.”she corrected.

 Shinso shrugged “sure. You seemed pretty freaked on the way home. Were you with them or on your own?” he asked. “I was with them. I slicked the ground with ice bubbles so the villains tripped and dark shadow could finish them.” jenny whispered back.  

 “You two! Stop talking I’m trying to explain what you’ll be doing!” midnight scolded. “yes ma’am!”

Eventually everyone was off to the beginning of the track. It seemed too easy. All jenny had to do was keep up. She didn’t have her gear so no chewing gum. Her quirk is useless here. Just keep up and everything will be perfectly fine…

 Until she saw the robots.

 “holy crap!” she blurted. ‘those are the robots from the entrance exam! Like the one that almost crushed me.’ the girl thought to herself. She had kept running at them hoping to slide by fast enough.

  Just then the bot began to freeze up. It was Todoroki! Of course he did that , on top of that he froze the ground. ‘jerk!’ jenny thought to herself as she watched him. ‘but not a bad idea…’ around that moment she noticed Bakougo and Sero jumping over the robot.

 She kept running on top of the , occasionally stumbling before going onward. The creaking of the robots sent fear through her.

 She looked up as she heard Shoto say he froze them off balance. “son of a-AH!” her own shriek cut her off as they crashed right behind her , the force pushing her forward. She fell and slid across the ice before getting up and seeing everyone very much stuck behind the bots.

 She began to catch up with Shoto and the other ones in front , slowly becoming one. Todoroki noticed other catching up and created an ice path behind him. He even muttered “apologies.”.

 Once she got to the rope section she got uraraka to tap her so she could hold the rope and get across without falling. Fairly simple. She did stop to watch hatsume’s odd invention though.

 Then they got to the stretch between the next obstacle and the ropes. Shoto froze the ground again. Making everyone slow down.

 Jenny had already been running on ice so just kept going until her and everyone else was at the mine field , watching Katsuki and Shoto race each other. She had a plan. ‘I know its not supposed to be allowed but if Mina gets her special boots I’ll use this!’ jenny thought as she pulled out some mint gum from her pocket and put in in her mouth. She began walking through the field as she chewed. She watched her step. Eventually she had chewed the gum enough to make it effective.

 She began blowing small bubbles and picked up her speed. ‘thanks for the idea , shoto. Its not thick like yours but it’ll do.’ jenny thought as she threw bubbles onto the places she was bout to step on. Every step she took left a small patch of ice just think enough to not set off the mines. As everyone was slowing down as to not set the mines off , jenny was getting to the front right behind todoroki and bakougo.

 Shoto looked back and his eyes widened. ‘what’s she doing? How is she…’ he looked at the ice beneath her. “creating ice?” he wondered aloud.

 As he stared he caught jenny staring back. “HEY SHOTO! TAKE A PICTURE IT’LL LAST LONGER? WHAT YOUR MOM NOT TELL YOU STARING IS RUDE?” she shouted loud enough to get bakougo’s attention as he flew threw the air due to his explosions.

 Suddenly there was a massive blast that stopped everyone in their tracks. Jenny looked up to see…”midorya?” she gasped. He was flying on a large sheet of metal , probably from the robot.

 As he flew by in almost slow motion she noticed a strap that was off the edge of the piece of metal. A sentence played in her head as she saw it. She had gone to shinso for some advice over text just before the festival.

 And this is what he said to her. “don’t be afraid to use stuff to your advantage. This is a competition. If you have to play dirty…then do it.

 Jenny felt her hands reach for the strap and grab it tight. She was pulled along into the air as Midorya was flying.

 “j-jenny?” Izuku stuttered as he saw her. “what! What are you doing! H-hold on!” he told her. Her hair was flying everywhere. “WHAT DO YOU THINK IM DOING?” she shouted back. “right sorry!!!”

 As they flew Bakougo looked back. ‘the hell are those idiots doing?’ he thought.

 “focus on me!” Todoroki said as he iced Katsuki’s eyes.

 “no! You should focus on us!” Midorya yelled. He had helped jenny up to be next to him on the metal. He had on arm around her as well at the strap while the other held the metal.

 But he was losing speed , especially from the extra weight. He couldn’t do anything risky while jenny was there…

 Jenny knew this. ‘I’m already far up enough , if I jump off now I can stay just behind and make it in the top five.’ she thought.

 “Midorya! I’m gonna jump!” she announced. Midorya’s grip tightened. “are you nuts?” he asked. “trust me!” jenny replied. “on the count of three!” she said.

 “three…”

 ‘focus ahead…’

 “Two…”

 ‘i’ll blow her out of the way!’

 “ONE!”

 Midorya let jenny go and watched as she fell from the metal. ‘I’ll use a spit bubble to cushion the fall and bunch me back up. It wont feel nice but it’ll work’ jenny thought as she pushed the mint gum to the side so she could make a basic spit bubble.

 But that didn’t happen. Bakougo did what he planned and threw an explosion her way. Jenny was blown back.

 Shinso saw her coming over while he rode brainwashed students to the finish. She was flying threw the air. “to the left! We’re catching her!” Shinso ordered. Soon enough jenny fell into him. He shook her as the brainwashed students went onward. “jenny! Hey come on!”he tried waking her up.

 Her eyes opened and she sat up in Shinso’s lap. “what the heck happened…”she asked.

 “you were blown all the way back.” Hitoshi told her. Jenny’s eyes widened. She scrambled off the brainwashed kids and her friend. “wait jenny!” Shinso called out to her but she was already off , storming past others , barely dodging the explosions.

 In the end she made it in at 20th. She could have been at least 4th…

 She stared down at her feet as she caught her breath. She felt sick. She was using her quirk too fast. She was brought out of her haze by Midorya. “Jenny are you okay?” he asked as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Kaa-chans blast must have hurt.” he said.

“o-oh I’m fine.” she lied as she hid her hand behind her back.

 “okay good.” Izuku sighed in relief. “why…why did you do that?” he asked. “that was so dangerous.”.

 Jenny rubbed the back of her neck “well uh…” she remembered how Shinso had first reacted when she asked him for advice.

 Purple Guy : really? Your coming to me for advice?

 Princess Bubblegum : oh come on , Toshi! Help me out!!! pleeeaase!

 She took a breath “I just reacted I guess! I-I’ll be back.” she stuttered before turning to the doors into the building under the stadium. She hit her back against the wall. She winced at the ache in her body. She hadn’t noticed the pain until she slowed down.

 “jenny.” a familiar voice said in a scolding way from the doorway. She looked up to see her homeroom teacher.

 “hi Aizawa.” she stood up straight. Aizawa walked over to her. “what on earth were you thinking?” he asked.

 “i uh…wasn’t…” she said. She looked at her injured hand. It was bleeding. “I’ll be talking to Bakougo as well just…don’t do that again.” he warned. “get to recovery girl and get patched up.” he added before walking away. “y-yes sir!” Jenny yipped.

 As she walked she noticed someone rounding a corner. “hey Toshi.” she said. He stopped and looked over. “hey. I was looking for you.” he said as he took Jenny’s hand and lead her to the 1C waiting room. No one else was there.

 “what’s going on? You alright?” Jenny asked. Shinso ran a hand through his hair “when I said play dirty I uh…that’s not exactly what I meant…” he began.

 Jenny rolled her eyes “well throw salt in the wound I guess.” she shot back. Hitoshi shook his head as he told her “listen that’s not what I meant. I mean that was hella cool.” he smiled and patted jenny’s head. “just don’t do it again. You scared the hell out of me.” he chuckled.

 Jenny smiled and hugged her best friend. “I promise I wont!” she told him. Shinso hugged back , wrapping on arm around her back. “don’t make promises you cant keep alright?” he pulled away. Jenny’s cheeks puffed out “I’m not that reckless!” she whined. “okay maybe I am.” she gave up her fake angry expression and laughed.

 Shinso smiled as she went on , bouncing in place as she spoke. “danger is my middle name.” she said. Shinso could have sworn she’d said that before. “that’s a lie.” he said blankly. Jenny looked confused as she looked up at her friend. “your middle name is kitten.” he corrected.

 “i mean technically it’s Anne but-””for once can I be the funny one?” Shinso interrupted. Jenny laughed and patted her friends shoulder “ohhhh honey whoever told you that you were funny was a liar.” she said.

 Before Shinso could answer , recovery girl interrupted. “weren't you told to come see me miss Bubura?” she had opened the door and was standing there waiting. “y-yes ma’am!” jenny squeaked and followed recovery girl out.

 Hitoshi watched as Jenny left ‘goof…’ he thought as she apologized to recovery girl for taking so long. Only lightly throwing her bestie under the bus.

 @tmntthristy