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[i-need-air]

Hey, you can ignore this if you want. But, just a thought, hybrid Izuku? Like maybe he has a kinda bad past too, just because I live for the angst beginning to fluffy end.

Sorry it took me a couple of days to answer! I wanted to switch it up and I mainly had to think a way to make Izu work as a hybrid, so I decided to make him be a bunny hybrid [ blame his cute hero costume, srsly ] I ended up writing the small amount of 3.7k words somehow— [ listen, i get emotionally involved, ok??? 😭 ] I genuinely hope you like it! 💕

[ Masterlist ]

Hybrid!AU Bunny!Midoriya Izuku

× you looked at the man sitting in the corner of the cell, both petrified staring at each other

× his bunny ears were lowered, his green eyes widened in your direction

× all you could do was to stand still, shocked and without being able to even mask it

× he looked awful to say at least

× meanwhile the reception guy that accompanied you for a tour of the shelter whispered in your direction; "This one is in really bad shape. Very traumatized, poor soul..." he clicked his tongue before continuing "He's been sent here from another shelter cities away, I don't know much about him and he won't talk."

× you could not look away even if you tried

× the reason why you decided to pass by the shelter was because you offered to help voluntarily in the weekends as you had some free time

× you did read and hear horror stories about the shelters and the hybrids thrown in them, how underfunded they were, how bad the conditions there were and how little help they had but—

× even if you came prepared for the worst you got surprised with the state some of the hybrids were in

× specially this one; his name was on a plaque by his prison like cell— Midoriya Izuku

× he had bruises, cuts, his hands looked specially beaten up and scarred, his behavior was erratic, nervous, just a disaster...

× something deep inside told you to smile and show him you're no threat, so you did

× you introduced yourself and nodded your head, really trying to keep a calm composture but your heart hurt seeing him like that

× much to your surprise, he nodded back, still uncertain but didn't move from his place, far back in the cell

× you've been gently pushed away to continue the tour and to establish your tasks, all while being thanked for your kindness; you didn't know why you felt like throwing up at the indifference in the man's voice...

× there weren't many hybrids in the shelter anyway, yet you've gotten your scheduled hours in which you'd help clean and cook and as you left for the day after some introduction to those tasks; your mind still lingered on Midoriya Izuku even through the night, as his terrified eyes stole the sleep from you that same night

× the following two days you began your volunteering hours and always kept an eye for the hybrid; he was skittish and asocial even at lunch and dinner times, did not talk to any other hybrid and specially not to any worker there

× he caught your eyes multiple times whenever you'd be in his general proximity, yet you'd see him scurrying away instantly, which made you feel unease; you weren't any threat, really, so maybe with time...

× it's when you brought your own cleaning supplies [ because there were little to none ] and decided to help clean their "rooms", so called by the staff, when you firstly got to talk to him

× you reached his cell and he was reading an old book, probably borrowed from the small library they had; he snapped his eyes up when he heard you approach

× "Hello, Midoriya" you'd say gently, heart in your throat, really scared you'd frighten him

× he just nodded and looked away, not before giving your cleaning supplies a long look, knowing what's to come

× with his permission, he let you go inside as you started preparing everything to swipe the floors, putting the broom in a corner as you leaned down to pick some other stuff; what you didn't notice was how the broom was gently falling, almost about to hit you on the head

× the green-haired hybrid was on your side instantly, catching it; it would've been a small tap on your head and most out of the situation would've been you looking ridiculous but you chuckled at the scene and thanked him wholeheartedly

× smol bean blushed so hard you almost dropped everything in your hands at the sight; "N-no problem—" he stuttered, his voice sweet and shy 🥺

× he stood there fidgeting with the book in his hands watching you move around until you heard an unsure "Can I help you?" 🥺🥺

× you told him sure, if he'd like to, mainly worried he really didn't want you in his "territory" but the man took it as an invitation and—

× it didn't stop at his cell? he helped you all day???? you cleaned around together but not without an awkward air around both; which ngl it's funny bc he's staring whenever you talk to everyone, clean, help, so on; big round eyes are always on you;;; IF YOU LOOK THO, oops— "what an interesting wall right there!" - Midoriya, probably.

× it's from then that you notice a switch; whenever you're at the canteen, he's there offering to help, looking just as skittish as always but a small blush always on his face

× whenever you'd be playing with the younger hybrids he'd watch in awe bc you treat them so well

× exactly when he actually starts talking to you more too! he's in the impromptu playground with you and the few little ones when he suddently drops your name in a stutter and says you're kind-hearted

× you almost drop dead in the spot bc his look, man; you haven't seen him so sure of something until now and it did something to you

× it's been a month and hybrids came and got adopted, yet your new friend wasn't really getting any attention; he really acted terrified and you of course questioned his behavior; you knew nothing of his past but seeing the way he acted it could've been just awful

× as you started to slowly engage in larger conversations with Izuku, it's at the canteen that this time you've been caught staring; at his hands in particular

× he was helping you cook, which he really didn't know how to do but tried nonetheless just because he really enjoyed being around you [ or so you assumed, hopeful ]

× when he realizes where you're looking at, you almost dreaded him retracting from the situation like he used to do but he just looks down at them too and sighs

× "I was at a fighting ring—" he said, pursing his lips "—but I'm a rabbit hybrid... a prey... they used me as a punching bag."

× your heart rips in two as you're speechless; even if you tried to be careful with your movements not to spook the man, you could not help yourself by putting your hand on his

× and that's how Midoriya Izuku died, end of HCs 💀

× just kidding; he almost fainted, face fully red as his ears perked up, staring at you with big eyes yet did not move an inch

× and even if his face would've been adorable in any other situation, his words remained imprinted in your mind as you squeezed his hand in yours

× "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Izuku" you whispered back at him; he just nodded and blabbered something before continuing with the task clumsily

× boy is broken for the rest of the day, that's what I'm implying

× bad news got to you when you found out you couldn't go to the shelter anymore to help; your hours got increased at work and your shift was all over the place and even if you really did talk with your boss, it was decided that for now you had to adapt

× dread filled your gut when you realized you couldn't see Izuku anymore and with that you noticed how fond you grew of him, that's why you loathed the next visit there

× but— you really wanted to see him more; getting to spend time with him and helping around was what got you through the week...

× you told him slowly that same Saturday and it visibly broke him

× he tears up and tries to mask it as best as he can, yet he nods understanding

× "Will— Will I ever see you again?" the soft tremble in his voice shook you to the core

× "Of course. Every day, if you'd like." you blurted;;;;; he blinks at you, tears stopping just to have his head tilted to the side, ears flopping with the movement. "Would you like to come home with me?" you say, idea just popping in your head and balling it;

× he cries harder then he nods

× everything about your volunteering ceasing for the time was already filled in, you guys just needed to fill some paperwork for him, grab his little to no belongings and get the hell out

× small gym-bag in hand, i sweat to god, this man is overwhelmed with being outside

× stays glued to your side all the time, specially on busy streets towards your home

× once you feel him grab on your shirt just for precaution and you melt?? but let him have it

× once you arrived, you see tension leave his body as he smells his surroundings; mf drops a "It smells like you here" through a smile before realizing what he said and getting all flustered 💀

× sooo you move past that as you can and show him around, a spare bedroom not long ago used by your old roommate offered to him

× you only see his surprisingly muscled back as he enters the room and drops the gym-bag on the floor

× he slowly turns around to look at your face and fat ass tears run down his cheeks, not being able to say a word even if he tried

× hands-down the scene almost gives you a panic attack; he then asks if it's all for him and you assure him that indeed it is when he cries harder...

× ok, that again shreds your heart but it wouldn't be the last time

× like for example the moment of utter disbelief he threw at you when you asked him what he wanted to eat that night and he didn't know how to respond because nobody, ever, asked him; you got that as a response after asking if you said something wrong

× or the following Monday, when you suggested you went to do some shopping for him in the morning, since there wouldn't be many people and it would be calmer

× the look of awe in his face, istg...

× from then on he opens up pretty nicely too; it's such a refreshing sight to see him tell you about how he learned to use the computer, TV, phone— the sparks in his eyes whenever he talks of something new he learned? imagine it and now you've gained 20 more years of lifespan, you're very welcome

× such a soft cutie, i swear 🥺 always asks things about you and gives you the same sparkly eyes when he learns more about you

× it does take him some time to come out if his shell though

× you fastly realize he's a nerd; oops, but it's true, and definitely isn't a bad thing! he just really likes to learn about everything and anything and I feel he genuinely likes to tell you about those new facts

× i hope you like them bc when he learned new cool stuff he made a note to tell you about them bc he thought you'd find them cool too and—

× is very tidy and helps around the house, but when it comes to being social he just freezes

× you ask him if he'd like to go for walks and you see him itching to go out for some fresh air, although the thought of other people...

× with time and small walks around the neighborhood, he overcomes the fear as long as you're by his side

× will definitely want to go back to the shelter to volunteer even if you can't, but the fear of walking there just overtakes him again since he'd have to do it alone

× mentions it though

× his expression is so uneasy bc he feels like a burden

× maybe you could work around your schedule to take him there and pick him up? he genuinely loved giving a hand at the shelter so if you do, Izu would be so thankful

× in a few weeks he'd gain the confidence to walk alone

× one 💕adorable💕 thing he does without even thinking is jumping around you, or just in place

× "Today little Miya got adopted!" he'd say, hopping slightly in place "I could tell they were good people too! They had good intentions... just like when I saw you for the first tim—"

× so he mumbles without thinking;; and sometimes blurts out cute stuff like that but when he realizes what he's saying he gets very shy 🤭

× he has this fluff smol tail but we don't talk about it;;; no, no, it's too much for us, I promise you it's the cutest fucking thing you've seen in your whole existence and it moves a little bit and we all die here???? he hides it though, pft

× so fluffy we gonna dieeeee

× he steals your blankets

× hear me out, omg! he does!! if you have small blankets you just throw over yourself to stay on the couch or anything, sometimes they'd dissappear only to be found in his room; he's very sneaky about it but cracks under [the zero] pressure you put on him, leading him to say "It's because whenever you're not around, I like to have something close to me that smells like yOu! it makes me feel sAfe—" his voice cracks "BUT IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO, I'LL STOP, I JUST—" he'd placate his hands instantly, apologizing

× tell him it's okay and now your hoodies are gone too lmfao

× he's a muscular guy too so consider buying really big ones just for him to wear;;; after you wore them;;;;;;

× says sorry a lot and that's a thing you have to work with a lot

× if he messes up something, he will apologize instantly; if you tell him to stop bc you don't mind he forgot to put the washing machine as he promised he will act like he's the worst

× as if he feared you'd get angry...

× i know it's a recurring topic but give him time

× whenever you both have free time and hang around the house, he'll be on the couch reading near you

× eyes you constantly and he's so obvious about it it's ridiculous; you can see him from the corner of your vision when he turns his head to check on you so through a smile you have to ask him if he needs anything

× what's fantastic is that he's getting over the point of being scared to speak out around you YET he stutters, blushing

× "N-no, nothing!" but he's observing your comfortable form with much interest

× "Wanna... cuddle with me?" [ 's not like you read about bunny hybrids and how they need skin contact which definitely didn't make you uwu and die in the spot bc that's so 🤧💕😭💘🥺 but you waited for him to show any signs that he'd want that; we're respectful like that, mhm ]

× his fluffy ear twitches

× shock, disbelief, blush

× it twitches again

× blushes harder then nods

× sksjdkdjd he's by your side instantly though with no idea of what to do

× good lord, he's so stiff; why don't you grab a blanket to throw it over both of you, hmm?

× he'd bury himself into it then into your arms and soon he'll find out being there is his favorite place in the galaxy

× since his mind drifted to galaxies, Izu then starts talking about constellations bc he's nervous

× so when you rub his back he melts into you with a happy sigh yet when your hand reaches his hair, almost about to touch the top of his head mindlessly as you hum at his words

× he flinches— then you stop to look down at him, catching him wide eyed staring into nothing

× you don't even know why you apologize; maybe his horrified face?

× but before you can form a full sentence he interrupts you

× "Don't apologize. It's not your fault—" he'd glue his eyes on you "I— I used to get bullied a lot back then... they'd pull my ears..."

× without any other explanation you take your hand away, placing it on his shoulders, mainly feeling out of place again; every time he speaks of his past, it just gets worse...

× "But! But I trust you, [Y/N]. I really do." and he leads your hand back to his head

× 🥺💕💕💕💕💕

× then, with convinced features, he drops his head on your chest and snuggles for some good seconds before it clicked to him

× now he's apologizing

× until you ruffle his hair and he just experiences bliss in real life

× massage his scalp and say goodbye to ever leaving his side, you're now in his firm grip until the end of time but who's complaining

× like he has no shame anymore, it feels that good

× he can hear your heartbeat, as fast as it is, and he snuggles further into you; it's his lullaby

× now let's get to business

× look: he's adorable, sweet, doting, cares about you and about hybrids, he's actively trying to get out of his shell, he's built but tender, couldn't hurt a fly;

× don't lie to yourself, you've got a big fat crush

× little did you know this guy right here liked you from the moment you introduced yourself to him, months prior

× the issue is Izuku is really insecure; after hearing his whole life that he's inferior to both humans and some hybrids, he started believing it

× and comments whenever you're outside with him do not help

× he has a spectacular hearing

× doesn't miss how people whisper about you two, even if you mind your own business doing whatever

× it's mostly older people, judgemental and disgusted with hybrids that call you a freak for having one, that call him an abomination

× he tries so hard to ignore them but his behavior changes back to his silent old self, yet this time he doesn't cower anymore although grips his pants until his scarred hands are white, not answering back to you if you talk

× you have to assume he's again uncomfortable outside so you suggest leaving, not sure how to behave

× he kinda snaps on your way back home when there's nobody around

× stops in the middle of the road, looking down, brow furrowed and trembling lips

× "Am I never going to be good enough for you?" he'd clench his teeth

× "Izu—, what...?"

× the determined glare he sends you stops you in your tracks

× "Because I want to be. I want to be better for you."

× 😳

× basically confesses in a dramatic way as he's overtaken with emotions then screeches bc oh no what if you don't feel the same so "I-It's okay if you don't feel the same! If you're uncomfortable I can move back to the shelter!! I'm so sorr—"

× smooch him pls????

× and share your feelings just to give him a stroke lmfao

× he'll take the initiative to grab your hand and walk home like that, the other on his face covering it

× peck his lips and he malfunctions every time

× but loves it

× be sure of this: after that night, he's so soft for you and won't hide it

× he's a creature of contact, meaning his fingers will linger on your form, he will seek your form, he will want to snuggle his face in your neck, he definitely will stare at your lips for too long bc he's still shy and embarrassed by his confession to make a move; smooch him pt. 2

× he's so— adorable; he finds himself in front of your bedroom door with your blanket in his arms and has an existential crisis

× you see his shadow at the small creak under the door and akfjaksj

× open the door and let him sleep with you ffs I'm having a stroke for him

× can he be the little spoon? or can you two hug face to face? it's just that 🥺 he feels safe with you like that, a feeling he's been always missing

× any time you're in his arms or vice-versa he breathes out as tension leaves his body; best place in the whole universe, no hesitation.

× he's a petty lil shit, let me tell you that, ok??

× someone flirts with you? lol k he's behind looking not intimidating at all but he's frowning, his ears are twitching and chest puffed

× takes your hand just to prove a point

× talking about his hands

× kiss them, caress them, anything

× he just... yes, pls, do that

× whenever you're not looking he's giving you the gentlest smile and even if you notice, his lips will curl even more before he throws a compliment at you

× pretty much likes your reactions bc he's always the one that's flustered the most between the two [ genuinely doesn't matter if you get flustered or not, he just tops that energy 100x more ]

× likes to know he has the same effect you have on him on a daily basis

× will try to find a job at something he's interested in and i definitely see him finding one at a library or something like that

× he enjoys the silence, completely different from his old loud and over the place life, and also loves books

× unrelated hc but i just imagined Izu whispering the words out loud whenever he reads without noticing it; his green eyes focused in the book, face concentrated and ears low to not get in his field of vision; want to make him happy? listen to him and when he finally notices you, tell him to go on~

× he's the embodiment of akfwpdkslfjjwj 💕

× honestly your life with him is peaceful

× the way he loves is gentle, really sweet and it all revolves about peace in your household

× he adores you to no end and thanks you for helping him improve himself

× and getting him out of a life without a goal or purpose

× gets out of his way to help you, always you and wants to prove he's good enough

× he already is and you better tell him

× give this baby all the love he deserves and you'll get just as much in return

× I'm soft for him oml 💘

[fandom-blackhole]

First of all give Gwen a good belly rub and a kith om her head. I bet she is a good girl. Also, I don't know what kind of force bond thingy is this but you and I think in almost the same wa. No worries me likey!

AAA I was thinking about Fennec too! See told you we are connected,

Boba having grandpa moment sksksks but yes, he loves Fennec as much as he loves you,

Also, for the love of God, don't ask him to take photos of you,

All your selfies with him end up looking like this 😐Boba 🤗You,

Boba was feeling extra and bought two diamonds collars, one smaller for Fennec and a bigger one for you,

If, he was not a crime lord and didn't meet you he would end up being like a crazy old cat lady,

Is your head okay? It must be painful to have a brain the size of the universe.

Yes, yes, yes Paz definitely helps hurt animals and went out of his way to get rhe right diploma for that,

Din is butthurt when children flood him with question when will Mr Paz come again,

But he swallows his pride and totally participates in eco wokness classes,

Recently I watched a documentary on YouTube about japanese bunny cafe sooo

Paz has also area for the rabbits in the restaurant???

One day on his way to work Paz came across a pupper in distress and he performed a cpr on the dog, someone filmed it and it went viral,

You were scrolling through Instagram and had to double take

Wait was it? No it can't be

Omg Paz my hero, being friends with animals like a Disney princess,

I need you to lay down, your back must be hurt as well. Hurt from carrying this AU on your back queen.

Space themed room for Grogu 10/10 idea and your idea for the metal ball works so well!

Grogu + Din + Running = one day you end up tending to your boys, there are some scratches on their knees and elbows, but mostly Din took the damage(like it was bound to happen there are compilations of din landing on his butt),

Grogu's stroller must be made out of some, really resilient material (beskar??),

Grogu being freaked out by Fennec, like he sees a kitty but the kitty behaves like a doggo??? (srsly Maine Coons are the best high five bestie),

Boba tried to snap a pic of Grogu and Fennec, yeah, we know how it ended up looking,

Grogu desperately tries to steal and sneak in snacks for uncle Paz' pupper because it's so tiny, must feed it a lot! (oh bless his poor soul, little angel),

You and Din spent a whole day shopping for a space themed blankie, literally went to every shop possible, you were too dedicated to the cause but you ended up placing an order on-line,

When Boba had to go abroad for business, you settled on having a FaceTime date,

You wanted to surprise him so he would try his best to come back home as soon as possible,

You call him up appearing on his screen, wearing his favorite lingerie,

Only to end up to a close up of Boba's forehead and him saying

Princess I can't see you, can you hear me, baby girl are you there??,

Srsly what's wrong with him not being able to use the technology correctly,

You decided on sending him pictures, yours were really spicy, you wanted to show him what he was missing,

Well, he send you a pic too. You weren't sure if it was his arm, leg, or his dick.

Maybe you need to check if his camera is stuck on some type of foggy filter because it's just ridiculous at this point,

Sorry I kinda went all of the place with those. If you want to stick up to specific theme you can choose! Or we can just keep up the random brainstorming - 🐣

Kajdksmskaksb stop! You can't be this nice to me lmao. (Also its funny you mention that my brain must hurt bc I do have chronic headaches and migraines) oh and Gwen says thank you for the belly rub and kisses.....

Lmao Boba is a total grandpa when it comes to technology

He totally takes pictures for you like this

Diamond collar you say 👀👀👀 (Boba's princess is totally inscribed on the inside)

TRYING TO FUCKING FACETIME WITH BOBA OMFG

This man is just fuckinv holding the phone like you would when speaking on the phone, you're just seeing the side of his head

He totally tried to send a disk pick but he only got his thigh and like part of his left ball in the picture, not that you can tell

How the fuck does this man have a phone that has the ability to take pictures as good as the best cameras out there manage to only get pictures that look like they were taken with a flip phone?!?!?!

Din's students definitely ask every day when Paz is coming, they just love him and it takes sssoooooo long for him to come back lmao

Paz's restaurant has places for all types of animals, it doesn't matter what they are he has thought of something for them, and he has food for all of them

Paz totally accidentally becomes viral and gets interviewed by so many news channels, and of course he uses the exposure for good and makes an Instagram to show case the restaurant, his organization, and all of the charities he helps

The Instagram blows up and becomes verified and all the money he makes from it he donates to a new charity each month

(He starts hanging up all the fanart he receives all over the restaurant, especially the ones done by kids)

Ok so Din coming home just covered in scratches and your just like 'wtf happened?!?!!'

Turns out Grogu tried to jump out of the stroller while he was jogging and he had to catch him

Din's entire arm and knee + part of his cheek are just scratched to hell, Grogu hand has a small scratch and he's acting like its the end of the world

Grogu + Fennec = over protective pet and the child that it protects

Fennec is constantly pulling Grogu back from trouble by biting his pants leg

Paz's chihuahua (aaaahhh we need a name) loves abusing Grogu's feeding them habit, constantly begging for food around him and he A L W A Y S finds a way to give them some even if you are watching him like a hawk

Also I raise you, Grogu's favorite movies and TV shows are Star Wars

You are constantly trying to convince Din that he looks like Pedro Pascal, but he always deny it

Jokingly one day you say, "you know what you're right Din, Pedro is so much hotter."

He pouts for the rest of the day

For his bday you get Grogu a Luke figure and post it to Twitter, Mark Hamill sees it and retweets it telling him happy bday and may the force be with you

Grogu totally flips out in excitement

Din makes Grogu his own mandalorian helmet that he helps him paint what colors he wants

Paz gets Grogu a telescope and a book about stars

Boba of course spoils the kid and gets the giant lego star wars sets, as well as one of the actual blasters used on set of the OG movies (its one of the ones that that really cool green bounty hunter used 😏)

Also this is us:

Anyways, sorry I was all over the place, I just got so excited lmao!!!

(Send me THOTS!!)

[aspiring-ginger]

Forget-Me-Not Ch.1 (Jaskier x Reader)

Summary: Y/n is a college student who stumbles into the world of the witcher. Part 1 of ???

Warnings: Depression, mental illness, swearing

Word count: 2,823

Pairing(s): Jaskier x fem!reader, platonic Geralt x fem!reader

A/N: Hi guys!! I’ve recently fallen deep into the witcher hell! Having read many modern girl in Thedas fics for dragon age, I figured I’d try my hand at a modern girl in the continent sort of fic! This is my first fic so I apologize for any errors. Feedback always appreciated! Enjoy!

Masterlist I Next I

You stood up from your spot on the bed with a stretch, wondering how long you’ve been caught up in your work this time. Final exams were coming up and you knew you needed to study quite a bit for that one damned class where the professor just hated your guts. You scoffed at your understatement.

“Hates the whole world and the concept of fun itself, more like”, you grumbled to yourself as you collected various notes and papers strewn about the blankets.

It was nearing the end of fall semester of your second year of college, so time was quickly ticking by until the time came for you to choose your major. You opted to go in undecided, with a plan to get as many generic classes over with first. Frankly, you still had no idea what to choose, and you thought it was ridiculous that you were expected to decide the fate of your whole adult career just based on a few classes. 

You checked the time, 1:47 am. Stuffing everything back into your backpack, you debated whether you should just call it a night and go to bed, or stay up for just a little bit longer doing something you enjoy before bed. You knew it was probably a good idea to go to sleep but you just couldn’t help that itch in your brain that needed some fun. Netflix released their newest series The Witcher which you were very excited for, and had gone and played all of the games in preparation and to get a feel for the world. Obviously you fell in love with the story and you couldn’t wait to watch the show, but you had shown some restraint and restricted yourself from watching any of it until after finals were done because, let’s be honest, you knew you would get sucked in and binge the whole entire thing instead of studying.

It wasn’t too late at night, there have definitely been much later nights this week, plus you had done such a good job actually studying instead of putting everything off until the last minute….. it wouldn’t hurt to watch just one episode, would it? You glanced around the room, noting that your roommate wasn’t there. Right. She said she was studying with her boyfriend and wouldn’t be home that night. “Studying”. You shrugged and changed into your pajamas, then hopped back into bed with a laugh. All your friends had been talking about this show and now you could actually participate in their conversations! You quickly settled in, switched on your tv, and started the first episode.

Your mind was absolutely racing. What a great way to end the season!! You’d been on the edge of your seat waiting to see what would happen to Tissaia and Yennefer, and your heart just melted at the sight of Geralt and Ciri finally meeting. You grabbed your phone to text your best friend all about it when- 

“Oh FUCK,” Your lock screen showed the time, 10:03 am. You missed your fucking 8 am class, the one you had just spent all that time studying for, because you did the exact fucking thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do. Thankfully it was only a review day before the final, but it was the last review day before the final, and you still had questions on the material. You groaned and slumped down in your bed, burying your face into your pillow. 

’Such a fucking idiot, I cant believe this is fucking happening,’ you thought, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes, ’of course I would do this, this is just so me. Fucking stupid and dumb and worthless and-’

Your spiraling thoughts of self loathing were interrupted by your roommate opening the door and slipping into your shared room. You reluctantly picked up your head when you heard her call out your name with a sigh.

“Really (y/n)? You fall asleep studying again? You really should set an alarm or something, didn’t you miss your early class or whatever?” She asked as she plopped down on her bed, kicking off her shoes. “I know you were super stressed about studying this year but jeez- oh come on. Netflix? Really? What happened to ms ’I’m going to do such a good job studying this semester and kissing professor what’s his face’s ass so I get a good grade’?” She mocked.

Your cheeks burned as you tried to subtly wipe off the tears streaked down your face “Look I actually have been doing a better job at keeping up with my work and everything this semester, so I can stand to take a fucking break every once and awhile!” You huffed

Your roommate rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Seriously? Haven’t you missed like 15 classes or something? Just stop kidding yourself and accept that you’re just not going to get that good of a grade, dude. Plus can’t you just play the whole depression card and get like, an extended deadline or something? Pft, I wish I could have something like that. My life would be sooo much easier. Ugh. Whatever. I’m going to take a nap, I’m tired. If you need to cry go do it somewhere else or I will throw a pillow at you," 

You flipped her off and got out of bed. You still had 2 more classes to go to, and those review packets weren’t going to do themselves. You got ready with a sigh. It was going to be a long day.

You sat down on a bench outside, having just finished your last class of the day. It had been pretty miserable as you predicted, your brain just absolute mush after staying awake for so long. Your temper was definitely shorter, and you had snapped at your friends way more than you should have. You had just paused to take out your earbuds and put on some music for the walk back to your dorm, when you felt a pit settle at the bottom of your stomach. You knew you definitely needed sleep, but that wouldn’t explain your sudden feeling of unease. You sat up and glanced around you, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was only late afternoon but already dark out, and there weren’t many students around. You put your headphones in and adjusted your coat, trying to ignore that feeling and started your walk back home.

As you walked, you could have sworn you saw someone following you out of the corner of your eye, but each time you turned around there was nothing but the usual barren trees and dull leaves covering the sidewalk. You reassured yourself that if somebody actually was following you, you’d be able to hear them crunching the leaves behind you. Even though you were listening to your music. Right. Everything was fine.

You nervously fiddled with the straps of your backpack as you paused to double check behind you. Again, there was nothing there, but you still had that sinking feeling in your stomach and it had only been getting worse as you kept going. You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, and you could’ve sworn you heard something rustle the leaves behind you- you whipped your head back around and there was still nothing. It then crossed your mind that even though it was dark, there definitely should be people around. Classes should be ending and students should be walking home, but there was no one. You began to pick up your pace, going into a nervous jog. Your building was almost in sight, just a few more minutes and then you’d be safe- a hot bolt of terror hit and you broke into a sprint. You didn’t dare look behind you as you ran, you didn’t even know why you were running but you had a feeling that you should. You felt hot breath against the back of your neck and something claw against your back. You pushed yourself to run faster, your blood pounding in your ears along with your music. 

Your feet stomped across the sidewalk, almost there you could almost see your dorm! These damn leaves were everywhere, so many that you couldn’t even make out where the sidewalk ended and the grass began. Your foot slipped, ankle rolling as you fell face first into the leaves. You scrambled back up and continued running, your headphones now hanging around your neck. You spat out leaves as you cursed, weaving between trees that began to slow you down. Wait. Trees? You glanced to where various classrooms and dorms should’ve been, now replaced with thick, dense trees on all sides. You still heard the- the thing, whatever it was, behind you. You felt it’s hot sickly breath on your neck. You could smell the rotting stench of decay and blood. You heard it’s ragged panting and inhuman whine. It’s claws swiped at your back once more, and you seethed in pain. Your ankle was on fire and you didn’t know how much further you could run. 

Suddenly you heard the distinct sound of metal clanging behind you, followed by a wet squelch. You turned your head to look, still running forward, daring to get a glimpse of what possibly could be chasing you. You caught a flash of silver and black and brown before you collided into a tree and everything went black.

You heard muffled conversation when you briefly regained consciousness. It was loud and rushed and sounded like arguing? You couldn’t make out any words so you tried to turn your head in the direction of the noise, but found that task much more difficult than you thought. You huffed at the fogginess of your mind and the shouting came to an abrupt stop. Though you couldn’t open your eyes, you felt the presence of someone in front of you. You heard a murmur of something you couldn’t quite catch- and you slipped back into a deeper sleep.

When you woke for the second time it was a lot quieter than the first. You could hear the crackle of a fire and the wind rustling through leaves above, and smell the smoke from the fire and the damp earth below. There was also a soft melody coming from somewhere to your left, chords plucked out on an instrument you couldn’t quite recognize. You could also hear the grating sound of metal on metal. Was someone sharpening a blade? You groaned as you tried to sit up. Though your body felt stiff and your head full of cotton balls, your muscles responded accordingly. The music came to a stop as you blinked awake.

"Uhh, Geralt? I think she’s awake now, for real. Could you please not use your witchery magic on our mysterious guest so we can actually, I dunno, talk to her? Ask her some questions? Instead of just rushing ahead with your steel or silver- oh alright then,” A voice called out, and you heard the crunch of footsteps coming towards you.

You looked to the source of the voice and found a brown haired man holding a funny looking guitar standing in front of a log near a campfire. You rubbed your eyes and realized no, that wasn’t a guitar but a mandolin? Lute? Some weird instrument, so he must’ve been the source of the music. He was dressed in a dark blue matching set of… some sort of renaissance costume? His jacket was undone and he wore a plain white shirt underneath, the top of which was unlaced so a few strands of chest hair poked out. His loose yet tight fitting pants were tucked into a pair of tall leather boots. He sure looked committed to his costume, even holding a quill in his other hand.

Your attention was quickly turned to the man approaching you. He had long silver hair, half pulled back, and was dressed in all black. His outfit matched the same renaissance theme as his friend, though less showy and more practical. His tight leather pants, rolled up sleeves, and very realistic looking sword were certainly eye catching, but what drew you in the most were his eyes. They were a bright golden color, and his irises had a slight curve to them that almost reminded you of a cat’s. You realized that they must be cosplayers who already have costumes from the new show. They were both very high quality, and the special attention to detail was amazing.

The Geralt cosplayer knelt down in front of you, his hand gripping your shoulder tight.

“Who are you and where did you come from?” He demanded with a very accurate impression of the Geralt voice.

“I-I uh,” you cleared your voice “My name is (y/n) and I’m from (hometown). I was just walking back from class to my dorm when this thing started chasing me and I was running and- wait, what happened to it? Where am I? And why the hell are you guys dressed like that what’s going on?! Is this some sort of prank or something? Or- or a photoshoot? I don’t understand,”

You tried to scooch back away from the strange man, but his grip stayed strong and he just narrowed his eyes. 

“Oh the Ekimmara? Geralt already delt with it, my lady, don’t you fret. You’re safe now with us,” The Jaskier lookalike piped up from his log.

The Geralt sighed, “Yes, the Ekimmara is dead. You reek of magic and your clothes are strange, yet I can sense that you’re not a mage. Who are you?”

You had to admit, their costumes were amazing and their impressions were flawless. They even looked strikingly similar to the real actors.

“Look I already told you. I was at school, something chased me, and I woke up here. I’m already having a shitty day with my classes and college bullshit, and I just want to go home. Your cosplays are very nice, but I really don’t have time for this,”

“College? As in Oxenfurt University? I’ll have you know I just graduated from there before running into Geralt here, but I can’t say I recognize you. Are you perhaps in more art and painting classes? Although I am, of course, a master of the seven arts- poetry and song are much more my strong suit,” The Jaskier said, walking up.

“Jaskier,” Geralt warned with a glare, removing his hand from your shoulder.

“Look I get it! You really have the characters down. Can I please just go home now?” You shifted away from Geralt. You realized you weren’t wearing your coat, instead it had been draped across you acting as a makeshift blanket as you sat on a bed roll.

“Characters? My lady, are you alright? See, Geralt? I told you to go easy with the axii nonsense, now she’s confused.” Jaskier exclaimed with a scoff.

Geralt narrowed his eyes at you and put his sword down. 

“What? I’m not confused!” You protested “You even have the Jaskier attitude down perfect. Can I go now? Or you at least tell me where we are?”

“You know my name? How do you know who I am, I haven’t even introduced myself yet! I know I’ve played at many of the local taverns, but I would’ve recognized a face so lovely as yours,” Jaskier tried to mask his unease with his usual flirtatious remarks.

Geralt held a hand up for Jaskier to stop talking “Who do you think we are, and what do you know of us?”

“Well that’s easy,” you scoffed. “You’re dressing up as Geralt of Rivia. You know witcher, white wolf, travelling with your best friend Jaskier. And then you would be Jaskier-or Dandelion but I think you’re aiming for more Jaskier.”

Jaskier looked stunned, while Geralt pressed further “Dressing up as?”

“Yes. Cosplaying, whatever term you want to use. And you’re doing a great job acting like them too, but you can cut it out now. It was cool, but now it’s just getting old." 

"So…you think we’re acting? Playing the roles of Geralt and myself? We’re not characters, we’re real. And I’m not his best friend. A friend definitely, but he would never admit it. What do you know us from?”

“The Witcher. The show, the games, the books. They’re super popular again. I think it’s even back on the charts for top selling fantasy or something." 

Geralt and Jaskier exchanged looks.

"Geralt, why don’t you show her something to prove that you’re the real deal. Something only a witcher could do?”

Geralt raised his hand and traced a symbol in the air. A small ball of flame appeared in his hand, which he stretched out towards you. You could feel the heat from the fire against your skin and you looked at the two men in shock.

“What the fuck?!”

[dork-empress]

Spider Sitter

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Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Marvel Cinematic Universe

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Happy Hogan

Additional Tags: canon character death, Avengers Endgame Spoilers

Peter Parker is called in to babysit for Morgan Stark

This was ridiculous, Peter thought, as Happy drove him further out into the woods. Pepper Potts had been left with a fortune after the death of her husband, she could afford real nannies and governesses and….whatever else rich people had to raise their children.

But, at the funeral, his Aunt May had told him to pay his respects to Pepper, going up and talking to her. So he went up, said the traditional “Sorry for your loss,” a useful invention for when you didn’t know what to say at a funeral, but lacked anything to say after. So, after she smiled and nodded, he just said “If you need anything, like, I could look after Morgan if you needed or...something….”

He and Pepper hadn’t talked often. They were acquaintances, but little more. Polite, but it wasn’t like he knew anything about her that wasn’t public knowledge. Which was why it was strange one day when she called and asked if he could come over and watch Morgan for an evening while she had some press event to attend for Stark Industries’ rebuilding efforts.

He agreed, because what else was he going to do, and Happy had come to pick him up right on time. Before he knew it, he was back at where the funeral had been. The place Mr. Stark had lived, for 5 years while Peter was...wherever he was. It didn’t look very….Mr. Stark-y. He always associated Mr. Stark with big cities and tall towers, and high tech. The woods didn’t accommodate much for that. Maybe that was why he liked it.

He got out, looking up at the house, as Happy walked around. “Why me?” Peter finally managed, before Happy could go inside.

Happy shrugged, “Never question a mother’s intuition.”

Peter didn’t know what to do with that, so he just followed him in.

Pepper was walking into the room, putting on earrings and smoothing out her dress to appear publicly. “Peter! Good, you’re here.” She came up and Peter only had a few seconds to realize she was coming in for a hug. He gingerly hugged her back, unsure of what to do. “I’ve left phone numbers on the fridge, and a couple frozen dinners in the freezer. Dinosaur chicken nuggets, they’re Morgan’s favorite.” She grabbed a remote and clicked it, a wall sliding away to reveal a TV, “She’s allowed to watch a couple hours of television, but bed time is at a strict 9:00, no exceptions. I should be back around 12:30, feel free to use the wi-fi, have snacks and do whatever else.”

“Where’s Morgan?” Peter couldn’t help asking. He was pretty sure he was tripping all over his tongue today.

Pepper sighed, sad, as she led him to the window. “Where she always is these days.”

Pepper led him to the small tent outside, “Morgan sweetie?” She said, “I’m going to head out with Happy now. This is Peter, he’s going to stay with you.”

“Hi,” Peter said to the tent.

There was no response. Pepper sighed, “Make sure to come out for food and bed time, ok?” There was a shifting in the tent, which Pepper took as an answer. She threw Peter an apologetic look before going out to the car, where Happy drove her away.

Peter took a deep breath and sat in front of the tent. “Sooo. Do you like to play any games?” No answer. He couldn’t blame her, it was a lame question. “What about TV? We could watch something together. Not a lot of the programs I liked are still around, but there are some new ones I’ve been starting. There’s this show called Teen Titans Go? It’s based o a show I watched as a kid, and it’s like superheroes and…..”

Right. Morgan probably didn’t want to watch superheroes. She probably didn’t want to have anything to DO with superheroes. Peter wouldn’t, in her case. He swallowed, looking down at his knees, searching for the right words, but they didn’t exist. “I knew your Dad...pretty well, you know,” he said. “He looked out for me, when I was really new to...well, lets just say I was going through a lot of changes.” He took a breath, leaning his head against a tree. “Most adults would say that I shouldn’t be a hero, or out there doing things, that it was too dangerous. But your Dad….he just made sure I was safe. And I...I tried to keep him safe too.”

There was a shifting in the tent, Peter’s only clue that Morgan was listening to her. “You know, I lost my parents when I was about your age,” he said, “Both of them. I don’t mean like, ‘I have it worse’ or whatever, because that’s a stupi-, er...that’s a SILLY argument. Pain isn’t measured like that.” He took a sigh, “I just want to say…I get it. I know what you’re going through.”

He held his knees. “It hurts, ya know? And it doesn’t really get easier. I lost my uncle too, only a few years ago. I still have my aunt, and my friends. I feel...lucky, in a way. But also guilty. And sad. And lonely, still.” He turned to the tent. “That’s a lot for anyone, especially someone your age. You shouldn’t have had to go through it, but now you’re here. So, if you want to talk, or scream, or let it out in any way you want….I’m here. I get it.”

He waited what felt like a painfully long time. She was still in there, he could see the shadows of tiny knees on the ground. But she refused to come out.

Peter stretched and got up, switching tactics, “How about a snack, huh? I saw some poptarts in the pantry. The good kind, cinnamon swirl. You like poptarts?” She didn’t say anything, but everyone liked Cinnamon Pop Tarts. “I’ll go get you some, be right back.”

Peter decided to toast the pop tarts. He hoped that thing he stuck them in was a toaster, anyway. It was kind of hard to tell what appliance was for what in the Stark house. Peter could see Mr. Stark had fiddled with just about everything in here.

His back was completely turned when he had a slight suspicion, a prickling on the back of his neck, that he needed to turn around. He’d learned to listen to those weird feelings he’d been getting recently, and so he did.

It was a good thing too. While his back was turned, a small person, Morgan specifically, had crawled out of the tent and was rushing off into the woods. “Hey!” he said, knowing she couldn’t hear her.

Peter was trained by Mr. Stark, and therefore learned never leave your suit at home. He snapped his web shooters onto his wrists and grabbed onto trees, easily leaping along Morgan’s path. It took him a second to realize she wasn’t running, she was on a roller skates. Rocket powered skates.

Damn, Mr. Stark was a cool dad.

Thankfully, even Mr. Stark seemed to understand that a 4 year old with rockets might be a bit dangerous, so they didn’t go too fast. Probably so Tony could keep up. Luckily that meant Peter could too.

He scooped the kid off the ground, the rockets petering out. “Now where do you think you’re going missy?”

Morgan stared up at him, amazed. “You fly?”

Peter snorted and then landed, holding Morgan in one arm. “Not exactly. Its just one of the perks of being Spider-man.” He winked at her like he was sharing a secret, but she must have known about it.

Morgan made grabby hands for his web-slinger, and so he lifted his wrist to her. She looked over the mechanics of it. “Did...Did my Dad make these for you?”

Peter felt a sharp pain go through his heart. “Well, he helped improve them,” He said, “But I actually designed them myself. I’m a bit of a science whiz, actually.”

Morgan chewed on her bottom lip a bit. “Can I try them?”

Peter made a noise, about to say he thought it was a bad idea, but he made a critical mistake. He looked into her eyes. She really did have her Dad’s eyes, but big and on a four year old girl. It wasn’t possible to say no to that. “Ok….Ok just for a little while. But the we gotta go back in before the Pop-Tarts get cold, ok?” Morgan nodded.

He set her down and he attached the slinger onto her wrist. “Ok, so you make a hand shape like this,” He showed her, “And then you’ll just press the button and try and attach the web to the trees.”

As the daughter of Tony Stark, Morgan was naturally and picked it up quickly. Too quickly.

Peter forgot the key detail of ‘oh yeah this 4 year old girl is way lighter than me’ so the moment the web made contact, she bungeed up into the trees. “Morgan!” Peter shouted jumping up into the tree after her. He easily gripped onto the bark, landing just beside where Morgan was twirling on the branch, her wrist stuck to the tree.

And she was laughing her head off. “Again!” She cried out, “Again, again, again!”

Peter smiled, “Maybe later,” he said, carefully detaching the webslinger from the tree and catching Morgan out of the air. The slight drop had her laughing all the more. “Pop-Tarts now, then we can play, ok?”

Morgan kept giggling, and Peter swung them over to the house.

Maybe this is why Pepper asked him to come, he thought. So many adults were around Morgan all the time, reminding her of her father, and the war against Thanos and everything else. Maybe Pepper though, no, knew, that what she really needed was some fun with someone just a little closer to her age. She needed to be a kid again.

Miles away, Happy had just pulled up to the airport, and Pepper got out, ready for her conference. “If you don’t mind me asking,” Happy said, “Why Peter? You could get anyone to look after Morgan.”

Pepper shrugged, “Nebula and Rhodey are both busy. And I needed someone with abilities to keep up with her.” She shook her head, exasperated, “Rocket skates, I tell you. What was Tony thinking?”

Happy chuckled and helped her onto the plane.

[flyfireflyfly]

Try My Luck

"Come on! It'll be so much fun!" You gave your Sezim a pointed look before turning your attention back to the movie you were watching. Of course, this prompted your friend to walk over and turn the television off. "Please." she pouted as she crossed her arms. Sighing, you leaned forward to give her yet another pointed look. "What's his name?" She smiled and giggled at that, then hurried closer to kneel across the coffee table from you. "He is sooo good looking!" she squealed. If there was one thing you could count on in the entire world, it was that your friend would do anything for a guy who caught her attention. She had dragged you to so many clubs, restaurants, sporting events, concerts. There was even one time that she drove for two hours to attend a poetry reading, all because of a guy with 'cute dimples' was reading a few of his poems. Not only did his 'poems' made you want to bang your head against the table, but the smoke in the lounge gave you a headache and the coffee tasted like dirty socks. "Oh, don't look like that." You broke out of your thoughts to see Sezim pouting again. Evidently how you felt about being dragged along once more had shown on your face. "You're always taking me someplace I don't want to be." you told her. "And it's always so you can make a good impression on some guy that you'll just break up with in a couple of months anyways." "So?" She shrugged her shoulders indifferently. "If I don't get out there and try my luck, how am I suppose to find my Prince Charming?"

You waved dismissively at her and glanced around for the tv remote. "Just go by yourself this time." Catching sight of the remote, you reached for it just as Sezim hurriedly grabbed it. She held it protectively to her chest while giving you a horrified look. "You know I can't go by myself. I need my wingwoman. You need to make sure he's not crazy or a creep." She stuck her bottom lip out. "I can't do it without you." You wanted to argue about that with her despite knowing it was futile. Sezim may seem like she had all the courage in the world when it came to guys, but the reality was that she was only that way when she wasn't alone. "He seems a bit weird and goofy, but he's a total sweetheart. And he's a kid at heart." Looking at the pleading expression on her face, you let out another sigh. "Please tell me we're not going to another coffee lounge." Sezim instantly brightened up and a huge grin formed on her face. "Nope, even better. It's a dance class." Your face fell. "Wait, what??" "You already said you'd go." She jumped up and clapped her hands excitedly. "And I already signed us both up. It's later this afternoon and no worries, I got us some cute workout clothes!" You groaned and buried your face in to your hands.

Standing outside of the building, you had a urge to leave and never look back. Sezim wrapped her arm around your arm though and dragged you inside. "Don't act like this is the worst thing to ever happen to you." she insisted. "Maybe you'll even like it." "Yeah. Have a bunch of people stare at me while I trip over my own feet." you mumbled. She snorted out a laugh. "No one is going to stare at you. And even if that does happen, I doubt you'll be the first one to have ever done that." You stifled a groan as you followed her down the hallway. There was a door propped open and as you approached it, you head quiet music spilling out of the room. Your heartbeat sped up and you swallowed thickly before taking a deep breath. Then you went through the doorway. You found yourself in a large room with one wall completely covered in mirrors. Several other people were scattered around, talking to each other while stretching. "New students?" You quickly turned and realized that a woman carrying a clipboard had came up to you both. "Yep." answered Sezim as she briefly smiled at you. Then she gave both of your names. The lady checked her list and nodded in satisfaction. "Looks good. Just hang out in the back today and learn what you can of the routine. We'll get you guys caught up in no time." She turned away and headed over to a table in the back of the room. "Let's warm up!" she called out and instantly people spread out as they got in to position. After setting your stuff down, you moved towards the back of the group and eyed the rest of the dancers. "Which one is he?" you whispered to Sezim. She glanced around. "He's.." Loud music suddenly started blaring, causing you to jump in surprise. Then you quickly put some space between you and Sezim so you had room. The woman from before stood at the front, facing everyone, and started yelling out instructions as she started the warm up. You dutifully followed her while hoping the dance routine was just as easy. After a few minutes, the instructor walked over to a stereo and turned the music off. "Okay, let's give the first part of the routine a try. Then we'll break it down in to parts again." She pushed a couple of buttons and a new song started playing. Much to your relief, the song was rather on the slow side. The music tempo was a varied a bit, but the dance moves the class were doing followed the crooning lyrics instead. You matched their poses, feeling confident. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all. Suddenly the music changed, the words coming faster. Your face fell as you watched most of the students successfully pull off the quick footwork while you stumbled trying to copy them, until you gave up and merely followed their arm movements. The music changed again, the words 'I try my luck' filling the room as the chorus rang out. You flailed your arms around and barely moved your feet. Then you came to a complete stop. This was utterly ridiculous. There was no way you could learn a routine like this. You looked around to see the other students dancing when you noticed a guy walking in to the room. He set his bag down by the wall and crouched down. Your gaze lingered on him, taking the sight of him in. His sleeveless shirt showed off his muscular arms, and with the way his clothes hugged him, you were sure he had the same toned muscles throughout his body. He stood up and turned to the face the group, his gaze landing on. You inhaled sharply at being caught staring and hurriedly looked away, but not before catching the small smile that had formed on his face. You focused back on the students and the instructor, only to realize they had stopped dancing. The lady went over to the stereo and turned the music off. "They're all ready for you Jongup." With your eyes widening, you watched as the man who had come in late move to stand in front of the class. "Sorry for being late." he stated. "You guys can punish me later." The students laughed and cheered at that, while you merely stayed quiet. You glanced over at Sezim to see her smiling and giggling so when she looked at you, you forced a smile on to your face as well. "From the beginning." Jongup turned so he was facing the mirrors. "5, 6, 7, 8." He started doing the routine, slowly and one step at a time. Shaking your head to collect yourself, you began to copy him. Just like before, the first few parts were easy. Mostly poses as the lyrics were slowly sung. That's when it occurred to you that there was no music playing, merely Jongup singing. Which perfectly matched the song. As if he was the singer. Through the mirror, his gaze locked with yours and you realized that you were frozen in place while staring at him. You quickly glanced away and did one of the dance moves, feeling your face burning as you blushed. "Okay, now on to the next part." He danced the part that had frustrated you, when the lyrics had come out faster. He pulled it off flawlessly and you couldn't help but wonder if he choreographed the dance himself. "Now slowly." You paid extra close attention, not only memorizing it the best you could, but also forcing your body to do something it wasn't use to. When it came to the section where you had to kick out your legs a bit, you were pleasantly surprised at how you managed to do it without tripping over yourself. Afterwards, Jongup waved at the lady who was standing by the stereo. "Let's do that section with the music." She turned the music on and then fast forwarded it to the right part. Listening to the beat, you took a deep breath and prepared yourself. "1, 2, 3..." You started off steady, but quickly fell behind from not dancing fast enough. Suppressing a groan, you tried to not get discouraged. So when Jongup had the female instructor restart the music, you gave it your all once more.

"Water break!" You breathed a sigh of relief and headed over to your stuff. Retrieving your water bottle, you took a long drink of the refreshing liquid. "Not too bad, right?" Sezim asked as she playfully nudged you. You thought about her question, and about all the other places she had dragged you to. "Yeah. Hard work though." "I'm sure you'll get the hang of it." She glanced round before suddenly exclaiming, "Oh crap! I forgot to ask about something. Be right back." Then she scurried over to the female instructor that was by the table. You eyed your friend curiously for a bit and then rolled your eyes. Taking another drink, you were aware of someone approaching you from the corner of your eye. You looked over and almost choked on the water as Jongup walked towards you. "Whoa, easy." he joked. You let out a cough before nervously chuckling. "Uh, yeah." He flashed you an amused smile. "First time dancing?" You blinked at him in surprise for a moment and then started blushing again. "Is it that obvious?" "A little." he laughed. "But you seem a bit of a natural too. Your pretty smooth when your body knows what it's doing." Meaning he had been watching you. That thought had you blushing even more, though you hurriedly dismissed it. Of course he would watch. He was a teacher and you were a student. Had to make sure you were learning something. "My name's Jongup by the way." he said and held his hand out. You took his hand and shook it while telling him your name, and attempting to ignore how firm is hold was. And ignoring how much you didn't like him letting go. "So.." "Hey Jongup." One of the other students came up to the two of you. "Can you help me with the leg kicking part?" Jongup appeared a bit surprised and confused, before nodding his head. "Uh, yeah. Sure." He turned back to you and smiled. Then he walked away. Butterflies formed in your stomach. Maybe it was just your imagination, but it seemed like he hadn't wanted to leave. You tried to stop yourself from smiling, and failing miserably. Sezim moved next to you, smiling as well. "Okay, what do you think?" "Huh?" You stared at her, the butterflies disappearing. She giggled. "Of Jongup. What do you think?" It took a few moments for your brain to click. Then it was like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over you. The reason you were here in the first place was to be her wingwoman. To check out the guy she was interested. "Oh, yeah. He's... nice." You swallowed thickly, nausea welling up inside your stomach. "Like I said, he can be a bit weird and goofy, but he..." She trailed off and furrowed her eyebrows. "What's wrong? You're pale." You shook your head. "It's just hot in here. I think I need some air. But yeah, he's good. He's... great. You should go for it. I'll be right back." You hurried away and left the dance room. Making your way down the hall, you didn't stop until you went through the front doors and was standing outside. Taking in several deep gulps of air, you willed yourself to calm down. It wasn't a big deal. There were other guys. You barely knew him. And there was no way you were ever coming here again. "Hey, you okay?" Jumping, you whirled around to gape at Jongup. He came up to you and with a worried expression. "You ran out of there pretty fast." "Oh... yeah... I... I just needed some air." You swallowed and licked your lips. "It's pretty hot in there." "Yeah." he agreed while nodding. He didn't say anything else for a bit as he stood there, shifting awkwardly. Then he rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay this is going to be rather creepy but I feel like I should be honest. Sezim already gave me your phone number." You started to nod as well, until you realized exactly what he had said. "Wait, what??" "Yeah when he ran in to each other a couple of days ago." he said sheepishly while blushing. "I was just going to throw it away, cause what girl would want a random guy having her number, but then I figured..." He shrugged his shoulders. "Just wait and meet you first. Give it a try, and maybe I'd be lucky, and..." He furrowed his eyebrows and surveyed you. "Wait, didn't she...?" He indicated towards the building. Slowly shaking your head, you said, "No. No, she... Sezim said... Well, that there's a guy she was interested in, and I actually thought..." "Me?!" he exclaimed in shock before rapidly shaking his head. "No, no, no. Never. I mean, she's nice and all but, no. Nooooo. Nooo. Nooooo." You laughed at that. "Wow. Okay." "No, see, we've been friends for a while, and we ran in to each other, and she said that..." A more solemn expression formed on his face while he blushed again. "That she had this... amazing... friend, and that she would bring her to the dance class for me to meet." Blushing as well, you pressed your lips together. If you knew this was Sezim's plan all along, you definitely wouldn't have agreed to come. She really outsmarted you. And you were thankful, but you weren't going to admit that to her. "So, amazing girl," He took a step closer. "Would you, pretty please, go on a date with me sometime?" You shyly looked away for a few seconds before meeting his gaze again. "Yeah, sure." A huge grin spread on his face. "Great. And I hope I can see you here more often too." Groaning, you rolled your eyes. "I don't know about that. I don't think I can memorize everything." "I'm sure you can." he insisted. "We can even practice together, just the two of us. I have a space at my place and we can.." He quickly cut himself and took a step back while shaking his head. "No, wait. That was creepy. I swear I only meant to dance. That's it. No ulterior motive at all. And I'm not gonna chain you up in my closet." You gaped at him for a bit, while his expression turned from 'embarrassed' to 'mortified'. Then you burst out laughing. "And that was really creepy and unnecessary." he said, blushing hard. "It's fine." you assured him.

"Jongup!" The two of you looked towards the building to see the female instructor holding the door open. "Did you forget about class? They're waiting for you." Jongup's face fell. "Oh, shit." He turned to you and indicated towards the building. "We should get back." "Yeah." you agreed and walked with him back inside. Once you entered the dance room, several pairs of eyes looked between you and Jongup. You avoided everyone's gazes as you hurried to your spot in the back next to Sezim. "Sorry about that." Jongup stated as he went to the front of the group. "Let's.." Suddenly someone let out a wolf whistle, followed by a lot of snickering and giggling from the other students. "Uh..Th..T-th.." stuttered Jongup as his skin flushed. You could feel yourself blushing heavily as well from embarrassment. Glancing over at Sezim for support, you saw a huge grin on her face. "Alright, settle down!" The female instructor winked at Jongup. "Save the teasing for after class." Laughter rang out, but the dancers finally settled down. "L-let's d-do the chor-rus." Jongup stammered. He turned around so his back was facing the group and a moment later, the music started playing. You started to follow along when you noticed Sezim standing close to you "You wanna thank me now or later?" she whispered in your ear. You replied by pushing her away, making her laugh. Turning your attention back to Jongup, you saw him watching you through the mirror with an amused look on his face. You pressed your lips together in a futile effort to not smile, only for your face to go slack as he mouthed part of the lyrics to you. 'I think you beautiful.' Instantly you looked down at you feet, willing your heartbeat to slow down and for the butterflies to leave your stomach. Then you looked back up to meet his gaze, mouthing the end of the chorus back at him. 'Try my luck.'

[shadowcatgirl09]

New Beginnings~Chapter 4

TVD Season 6 AU: After a few too many startling revelations Bonnie is fed up and decides to leave. Enter the little town of Havencrest, a quiet place, perfect for settling down away from everything. Or so it's thought; Bonnie left the constant chaos that was Mystic Falls only to get mixed up in something much darker.

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Though some people were still staring at Austin's retreating back, a handful were giving her scornful glances. Bonnie was starting to become agitated. She sat down on a bench in the park and began tapping her foot impatiently. Rusty scratches against her leg for attention, she picks him up and puts him in her lap. "I can say I have an alibi, which I really do, but magic was more than likely involved in this."

Noelle was tapping her chin, pacing back and forth thinking of solutions. "True, but we need undeniable proof."

Sian's entire being radiated sadness. "She doesn't deserve this. She's innocent."

Caleb's shoulders are tense, watching the townspeople warily. "We know that but unfortunately the combination of Bonnie being a witch and her familiar being him is going to have the town on edge."

Bonnie grew apprehensive. "What's wrong with Rusty?"

There was a beat of silence until Sian spoke up. "A lot of the townsfolk believes he's a curse."

Bonnie's eyes narrowed, leaning forward head slightly tilted. 

Sian clenched the knapsack closer to herself. "He wasn't always a chow chow puppy, some months back he was a pitbull. A-uh-a guy who was into dog fighting wanted to use him but Rusty disobeyed one too many times and he...killed him."

Noelle closed her eyes, lips pursed in anger while Caleb just watched for Bonnie's reaction. The young woman grasped Rusty to her; Harsh breaths coming out of her nostrils. Rusty whined attempting to twist his little body around to reach her face.

"That wasn't the only time...I think he died twice before that too. He never really made it to adulthood." Sian buried her face into her bag murmuring. "Like owner, like dog."

Caleb put a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe you should head on home."

"I'm fine Caleb." Came her curt reply.

Noelle finally opened her eyes. "No Caleb's right." She turned to him. "Take her out of here, there's too many emotions swirling around."

"But Noelle!"

"I said no."

Sian just cast sorrowful eyes at Bonnie and then buried her head back into her bag so only her copper hair was showing.

"I'll take her with me to the scene, see if we can find something."

"Okay. Keep us posted." 

"Will do. Be safe." With one last look at Bonnie he grabbed Sian and ran off in the direction of a small side street.

After watching them leave Noelle turned to Bonnie. "Let's go get your hair done."

"You can't be serious." Even Rusty's head tilted in confusion at Noelle's ridiculousness.

"As serious as a heart attack." She peered at Bonnie closely. "Have you ever had cornrows before."

"No."

"Individuals? Locs? Weave of any kind?"

"No, no, and no."

"Yeah that won't do. Get up." Rusty barked twice which Bonnie assumed it meant hell no.

"Look Noelle I'm a suspect in a murder I can't just be prancing around getting my hair done."

"Yes you can! This will get your mind off of things and a chance to try something new with yourself!"

"Someone you knew personally just died. How can you be so blase about this?"

"Because, one, changes for the better start small. Or in your case big and then small. You already got out of a toxic environment." She sat down beside Bonnie. "And two, she was already dying. She had maybe another week or two tops."

Realization dawned on Bonnie. "You're giving me another alibi in case something happens again."

She made finger guns. "Now you got it." 

"Did anyone ever tell you you're annoyingly persistent."

"So I've been told." She stood up and faced Bonnie holding her hand out. "Let's go."

"I'll go but I'm not taking your hand."

"Sweet! Come on my car is parked on the other end of the park."

"Cool, but we have to stop by the pet store first. I need dog food for Rusty."

"Fine by me."

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Elias takes a swing at Kai but he's distraught and his eyes are blinded with tears so Kai has no problem avoiding him. When he swings again Kai grabs his arm twisting it behind his back then snapping it at the elbow. At this point he's past caring if anyone hears him as he drags Elias kicking and screaming to the pool.

Using his bulk, Elias manages to break free of Kai's hold only to be kneed in the stomach and elbowed in the face. Seeing as that wasn't taking him out Kai gripped Elias's hair and slammed his face into the diving board. With his knee in his back he then heaved his brother's head into the pool.

"Come on Eli, you're a good swimmer, let's see how long you can hold your breath under water. Last I heard it was for a solid seven minutes! Let's try for eight!"

Elias is desperate now and his thrashing around is getting worse, Kai presses his knee down harder and uses his other to break his brother's good arm. Suddenly Kai feels it, the approaching footsteps followed by shapely brown legs. When he looks up he's staring directly into a pair of moss green eyes. No anger, fear or hesitation; Just disgust and disappointment. He's used to Jo giving him that look over time but with her it's different. It's like his heart is being squeezed and his ears start ringing and everything around him becomes a white noise save for her voice.

"You're a monster. You don't deserve forgiveness."

Kai catapults awake to the smell of something burning and quickly put out the flames attempting to scorch the place. Glancing downward he notices that the journals remained intact. Checking his phone it reads 7:20pm, which means he was reading for at least five hours and passed out for the rest.

His phone vibrated with an unknown number popping up. With a degree of caution he answered. "Hello?"

"Kai? It's Mahir. I've been trying to get in contact with you for hours. I thought you got caught in a trap Joshua set or something."

"Uh yeah. I got distracted reading." He's still disoriented from getting up so fast. "You okay? You're less talkative than usual."

"I'm fine. How did you get my number anyway?" Kai had sent a coded message to the coven in order for them to show up at the restaurant.

"Josette."

"Mahir, what did you do?" His voice held a warning tone. In spite of Jo wanting nothing to do with him he still held a soft spot for her.

"Chill, I just tracked her down and asked for it. Her husband though...he may have a cracked rib or two. My presence caught Josette off guard and he reacted accordingly which put him in his current predicament."

"And Jo?"

"Gave me your number and told me she never wanted to see me again."

"Okay good. As long as Jo's fine I don't care what happens to her husband."

"Heh. Sooo...how is it?"

"The things I found in here are indescribable! This place is just wow! But Mahir the craziest part are the journals I found here. They detail the Salem Witch Trails and the cause behind it."

"What? I thought that was mass hysteria."

"Same here but my ancestor Alastor described something completely different. He said something possessed a normal human woman making her act differently, unusual fits of anger, muttering strange things, and contorting her body into odd positions. It's recounted as a black mist that mostly wreaked havoc at night."

"Save for the black mist part you just described The Exorcist." Kai could hear air whipping in the background Mahir must've been outside driving. "That's crazy."

"Tell me about it, Bon-I mean a Bennett ancestor was blamed for obvious reasons along with some others."

"Anything else?"

"Apparently my ancestor was super thirsty. There's as many entries about Ana Bennett as there are about the trails."

Mahir let out a hearty laugh. "Seems like that runs in the family. Joshua was like that with Sheila, though he hid it well."

Kai's lip curled in disgust. "I did not need that picture."

"I don't know man I met Lucy Bennett once and let me tell you I would gladly bring her into the family."

"Stop!" Kai grabbed the suitcase he brought with him and opened it. "Look I'll call you back when I land back in Virginia."

"Cool. Catch you later."

"Later." Kai started stuffing it with the journals putting the Bennett one on top. "I'll just keep this with me for the time being." Looking back he also grabbed the Tesseract as well. He had a strange feeling he would need it.

Stepping out into the crisp night air Kai replaced the magic barriers and glamour back on the place and headed to the ferry.

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Elena runs into the room, phone in hand. "Damon I found them. They're...on the campus."

"Gee why didn't we look there first." He sat on the couch watching tv.

"Because someone was too wrapped up in his mother and then Bonnie." Elena spat.

"Why don't you want to bring Bonnie back Elena? She's our friend." He smirked. "Are you jealous or something? We did get pretty close in the prison world."

Elena was starting to question what she saw in him. "No Damon I'm not jealous. It's just that when I last saw her she looked so tired, so done with everything. As much as it pains me to say it I-I think she's better off without us." She hung her head sadly.

Damon turned the tv off. "That's bullshit Elena and you know it! She belongs here with us!"

"Not if it's only killing her inside! Bonnie's too good, to nice to say anything, but I watched her leave, Damon not you. And besides why are we bringing her back anyway? Just so she can fix all of our problems like always? Sacrifice herself like always?" Tears were beginning to pool in her eyes. Bonnie leaving of her own accord struck something in her. She was used to her friend just bouncing back from whatever was bothering her, ready to help the team. 

Damon got up from the couch. "Elena, where is this coming from?"

"From watching my best friend leave everything she has ever known and loved behind just to have peace. Realizing that she did so much for me, hell everyone in this damn town, while I barely did the bare minimum for her." She fell to her knees sobbing. "I was so self absorbed I didn't even acknowledge Bonnie's problems. Or her constant suffering."

"Elena." Damon crutched down placing a hand on her shoulder. "Bonnie chose to do those things because she loves you. Like when she sent me back to you."

"But she shouldn't have had to do it in the first place. We should've done better Damon." She shook his hand off and stood up wiping her eyes. "Get up we have to get Stefan and Caroline to turn on their humanity before anymore people die."

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The salon they were heading to was on the other side of town. Bonnie was eyeing the small houses they were passing along the way, taking mental notes of the ones that had a for rent sign. Rusty, who wore himself out playing, was sleeping soundly in the backseat.

"Question."

"Shoot."

"How long does this process take?" Bonnie didn't want it to take too long as she wanted to check out those houses. The idea of the duplex sounded nice but she wanted privacy.

"You can't be serious." Noelle's tone was somehow both mocking and curious.

"Yes I am. I've never had any of those hairstyles before." She pointed to her bob. "It's always been like this and or curly."

Noelle side-eyed her. "Oh wow, but to answer your question it depends what hairstyle you get and how many people are doing your hair."

"Hmm. Do you have a book or magazine?"

"For the hair? Yeah there should be a magazine or two in the backseat."

Instead of just reaching back she used magic to put it in her hands. Bonnie began flipping through it, coming to a stop at a particular hairstyle. When they came to a light she pointed to it. "I think I want this one. The faux locs."

Noelle gasped. "I think that hairstyle would look gorgeous on you! Did you want shoulder length or long?"

"Long. I haven't had long hair in a while." Not since before she died for the second time. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. “Never again.”

"Eighteen inch would probably be best then." Noelle parked in front of a small african salon/barbershop. "We're here."

Bonnie peered at it from the passenger seat. It's a nice two story spot between a clothing boutique and a shoe store. Houses lined the rest of the street.

Noelle turned to her. "You ready?"

She glanced back at Rusty's sleeping form. "As I'll ever be."

Noelle left the back window open a crack and together the girls sashayed into the shop. There were two other women getting their hair done, three of the hairdressers were free. The place smelt of incense and it gave off a relaxing feeling. 

Bonnie cleared her throat and spoke. "Hi. I would like to get my hair done in this style." She pointed to the the magazine she held up.

One of the middle aged african women smiled at her. "Sure, do you want any colors?"

"Black with caramel highlights."

The woman waved her over and Bonnie sat down. "Did you wash your hair today?"

"No."

"Okay. So first I'll wash and blow dry it then we'll get started."

"Alright."

As the two women walk to the back of the salon a heavy metal tune goes off catching the quiet place off guard. Noelle gives an embarrassed smile. "Sorry. I'll be in the sitting area Bonnie."

Bonnie gave a thumbs up and laid her head back in the sink so it could be washed. In the process of getting it washed Bonnie could hear Noelle talking on the phone to someone. She could barely understand what was being said but she did recognize a few words from those anime that Jeremy used to watch.

"Arigato, ja matane." Noelle hung up and sat down next to Bonnie.

"You speak japanese?" Bonnie figured Noelle was mixed but not with japanese.

"Fluenty. My mom taught me."

"Cool."

5 minutes later Bonnie was in the chair getting her hair done. 10 minutes later another woman joined her speeding up the process. Noelle's phone rang again and she side-eyed Bonnie.

She raised an eyebrow in question.

"It's Caleb."

Bonnie went to lean forward but remembered there were people in her hair. "Answer it!"

She muttered a spell and put the phone on speaker. "Find out anything?"

Sirens could be heard in the background where he was. "We found another one. This time there are organs missing."

She groaned. "Who was it?"

"Mr. Shaw." Caleb said solemnly.

Noelle closed her eyes in reflection. "He was the local bookshop owner." She said to Bonnie.

"Gutted him like a fish. I'll be shocked if they get any-oof!"

Noelle and Bonnie could hear a deep voice reprimanding him followed by a quick sorry.

"That was the chief." The sound of the poilce chatter grew further away. "Anyway when Sian touch the body she freaked out and then fainted."

"What?!"

"Calm down. She of course then woke up spouting gibberish and promptly vomited. Other than that she's fine."

"Did you manage to catch anything?"

"Uh, let me see...here it is! She said something about a messenger of the U.M.N and don't leave the castle."

Noelle looked like she seen a ghost. "The U.M.N is involved?" Her hands begin to shake causing her phone to clatter to the floor. "No." Her voice came out in a whisper.

Bonnie was bewildered. "Noelle? What's the U.M.N?"

She wasn't responding just beginning to hyperventilate.

"Noelle!" Bonnie grabbed her arm and shook her.

"What?" Her eyes still looked haunted but otherwise she was coherent.

"What's going on? You were starting to panic."

"The Underground Magic Network." She blurted it out.

"Yeah you said that."

"They're a massive group of dark magic users that terrorized Havencrest twenty years ago." She bent down to pick up her phone. "Probably trying to release that thing under the church in the woods."

"What thing?" Something besides Rusty was calling her here, that much she knew for sure.

Noelle met her gaze. "The black mist that caused the hysteria of the Salem Witch Trials. The six covens sealed it in this town."

[shoutoscenarios]

Anonymous said: Ahhh, that katsuki has same crush scenario was fantastic!! Could we have another one, but with midoriya as the other one that likes the crush? Btw your writing is so great i check your blog multiple times a day to see if you posted 😅

Anon ilu <3 and forgive me for putting you through my slow posting. I was SO happy seeing this request, as I haven’t written something like this yet, and so for this scenario, it’s Todoroki and Midoriya liking the same person and Class 1-A is living in Yuuei’s dorms.

Warnings: Spoilers for Sports Festival Arc and Todoroki’s past.

“Hey, Todoroki, want to join us?” Ashido asked, excited as she spotted Todoroki rounding the corner to the lounge space, where a handful of Class 1-A were, lazing around the coffee table overcrowding with drinks and other things, and Todoroki didn’t need the TV (it was turned off) to tell him that his classmates had been chatting amongst themselves—he’d heard them even while in the entryway.

Although there was some worry in his eyes, Midoriya smiled lightly at him from the sofa as Todoroki passed them, saying to Ashido as he did so, “Sorry, but I have something to do.”

Even being told already about Todoroki’s parentage and from Todoroki himself, Midoriya never did question him about his mother or where he went to on days the class had off… but Todoroki had a feeling Midoriya knew anyway where he’d been going—to visit his mother—and he was grateful that Midoriya had always kept this piece of information to himself.

He couldn’t return the smile Midoriya gave him, but they did exchange silent looks, Midoriya’s of understanding since they’d known each other long enough that he was well aware that Todoroki and smiling wasn’t… an everyday thing.

“Aww, next time then!” Ashido said, disappointment short-lived as her index finger went up, and she excitedly turned to their classmates sitting in the lounge space, attention drawn away from Todoroki pulling a chair out from the table Iida seemed to be studying at.

“Sooo, I’ve got an idea,” she started, and in his seat, Todoroki was bending over, reaching into his bag. “How about—“

At the same time as Ashido continued, Iida noticed Todoroki across from him and looked up from his textbook, pleased that Todoroki had come over. “Ah, Todoroki! Doing schoolwork as well? I myself am doing research for our assignment on…”

“—we talk about our crushes?” Ashido suggested.

Todoroki didn’t quite catch the rest of what Iida had said. He was still bent over, and in response to Ashido’s voice, his fingers had paused on the papers he’d gotten out of his bag before he was laying them on the table, nodding at Iida as if he’d been listening to him intently.

But really, he was listening to something else.

"Midoriya, you go first!"

“W-why me?!” Midoriya squeaked, staring open-mouthed at Ashido. He panicked at all the eyes that fell on him, one pair belonging to Uraraka. 

She pressed her hands to her face, trying to suppress the laughter that was escaping her, and seeing Midoriya’s betrayed expression only made it harder to keep it down.

Kaminari leaned even more against the arm of his sofa, looking at Midoriya curiously. “Yeah, Midoriya, do you have a crush on anyone?”

“Well…” Midoriya’s voice trailed off.

By then, Iida had gone back to studying, and Todoroki had lifted his papers upright in front of himself, unable to read them because he couldn’t concentrate, not when he was finding it more important that Midoriya didn’t exactly deny having a crush. Carefully, Todoroki sneaked a glance at his classmates.

Midoriya was blushing, and Ashido was clearly delighted.

“Oh, you do!” she squealed, causing Midoriya’s blush to darken just a bit.

Talking out in the open about crushes, that should’ve been something Todoroki could tune out easily, like anything else that was uninteresting to him or that he wanted to avoid letting slip—his crush on you, for example, which he’d been doing well at keeping a secret. (Todoroki was still trying to figure out how to tell you.)

But this was Midoriya, and if there was another thing Todoroki had learned at the sports festival, it was that timid as he was, Midoriya wasn’t stupid. That quirk of his, All Might… Midoriya certainly had his own secrets to keep. Could a crush be one of them? Todoroki felt silly for even considering it, but it was believable. Somehow.

Midoriya looked down at his hands, his cheeks returning to their normal color. "I-I don't think it'll go anywhere." he said meekly, giving in to the attention that was on him since he’d spoken, and Asui tilted a finger against the corner of her mouth.

“Is it unrequited love?” she asked, too simply for what she’d just implied. That Midoriya was in love and with someone who didn’t love him back. Todoroki’s papers were merely an afterthought compared to the complicated situation Midoriya was in, and how Iida was blocking all of this out in favor of his textbook, Todoroki had no clue.

He sneaked another glance at his classmates, this time at Midoriya, who was shaking his head wildly in denial.

"What?! No! Um, i—i—it's—" Midoriya’s stuttering was making it hard for him to be understood.

“Could it be… a love rival?” Uraraka asked, having calmed down from her laughing, and Ashido and Kaminari beamed immediately, eager for Midoriya to respond.

“Yeah, something like that.” Midoriya said quietly, and Todoroki thought he’d heard regret in his voice.

Kirishima patted Midoriya encouragingly on the back. “Come on, Midoriya! You’ve got to show this guy that you’re manlier than him!” The action surprised Midoriya into widening his eyes, and then he smiled sadly.

“I don’t think I can.”

Todoroki’s mind kept drifting back to that talk, Midoriya’s words in particular. He could’ve been thinking too much into it. His experience with unrequited love, love rivals, crushes… was next to nothing, or else he wouldn’t have reacted so strongly (negatively) at first when he’d realized his crush on you, and from Midoriya’s behavior talking about his crush, Todoroki assumed that they were both in the same position.

This wasn’t the sports festival though. Midoriya wasn’t his enemy, so why… why was Todoroki feeling threatened by him? And why did it seem as if this “love rival” of Midoriya’s was… him? Todoroki took a moment to push down his thoughts and the unease he’d been feeling walking to Midoriya’s room on the second floor.

He knocked.

It took a few seconds before the door unlocked, opening wide to reveal Midoriya looking surprised to see Todoroki, then horrified, very nearly slamming the door shut, until there was a narrow gap left, which Midoriya used to greet Todoroki through.

“T-Todoroki, hey!”

"Midoriya, can I come in?" Todoroki asked, watching as Midoriya’s nervous expression turned into alarm, but he still managed to open the door. Shakily.

Inside the room—he hadn’t seen it during the room competition—Todoroki blinked at the All Might memorabilia that decorated the walls and the floor. And the many figures of All Might Midoriya had… Todoroki knew as much that Midoriya looked up to All Might, but to this extent?

"Um, so did you need something?" Midoriya asked, visibly nervous with Todoroki in his memorabilia-filled room. 

Todoroki chose not to comment on it.

"Your love rival,” Todoroki began, part of him thinking how ridiculous it had to sound coming from him. “…is it me?”

Midoriya didn’t say anything right away, and Todoroki noted that he didn’t appear to be too shocked by the question. He was looking conflicted, letting the silence linger before his eyes met Todoroki’s in hesitation.

“Yeah… it is,” Midoriya confirmed, his voice quiet. “I-I knew about your crush, and I never… wanted you to know that I… had one too.”

Despite the pause in between, Todoroki sensed that there was more he had to say and waited as Midoriya’s eyes lit up suddenly.

“I’m sorry, Todoroki, but I can’t back down.”

It wasn’t the outcome he wanted, expected maybe. Midoriya’s crush on you wasn’t intended to happen, but… Todoroki couldn’t back down either.

Even if Midoriya was his friend.

[thecoroutfitters]

My great-grandfather lived to be ninety-nine years old and he grew up on a farm. He was born on a farm, and that’s what he did his entire life.

He ate wholesome foods and his family was completely self-sufficient. They had protein, dairy, eggs, vegetables, even fruit trees, and there wasn’t an artificial drop in it. There were no pesticides or preservatives. So what happened? How did we lose control of what we eat?

It didn’t happen overnight literally, but when you look at it historically, it kind of did. For thousands of years, we ate basically the same. Sure, we learned some things about hygiene and sea trade made it possible to transport herbs and spices, but it was all done the natural way.

Then BAM! The industrial revolution hit. We had electric refrigerators and freezers, and machinery that could process food on a commercial level. Farmland was covered in asphalt and most of us learned to survive in a city but forgot how to obtain the basic necessities on our own.

Suddenly, we were being fed instead of eating.

And it isn’t getting any better.

Now the food industry has learned to manipulate us to make us buy their foods, and we buy right into it. Well today, I’m gonna share some of the ways that they get  in our heads, and show you exactly how much we’ve lost control over what we eat.

Placement

Everybody knows that location is everything. And so it is with food, too. Have you ever noticed that the aisles in the grocery store – the place where all of the processed stuff resides, is situated literally front and center, while fresh produce and meat are at the far reaches – the outside perimeter. They make you work for the good stuff.

Then when you wade into the aisles, the most expensive foods are typically easy to reach. How often do you have to bend over or stretch when you’re at the grocery store? Hardly ever, unless you’re going to bend down for the least expensive stuff, which isn’t any better for you than the brand names.

Commercials

Then of course there’s all of the TV that we watch. Another example of prime real estate – right in front of your face. They use words such as fresh, delicious ingredients to describe foods that are packaged and packed with preservatives and artificial additives and preservatives.

How many times have you seen a commercial for a pizza or a burger that looks absolutely amazing – the pizza is steaming and has a crispy crust and stringy, mouthwatering cheese, and the burger is fat with fresh toppings and melted cheese.

And does it look like that when you buy it, bring it home, and cook it? Not usually, no.

Playing on Emotions

The food industry knows who their target audience is and how to play to them.

Moms want family time, or alone time, or just any kind of time, so if moms are the target audience, that’s what the company is going to focus on. They’ll use clever advertising that portrays families together having a great time, or sitting down together for a meal that brings family time back to front and center.

In reality, our live are hectic. Everybody works or goes to school, then comes home and tries to catch up on housework, homework, yardwork, and all of the other little details. There doesn’t seem to be time for family, no matter how badly we want it. And they know that. Buy their food, and you’ll be sitting around the table.

And what about the weight loss foods? Eat or drink this ridiculously expensive, pre-made food and you’ll be skinny, young, and beautiful. It doesn’t matter that some of the ingredients come with warning labels that sound a whole lot more dangerous than those extra ten pounds will ever be. You won’t see a single one of them telling you to eat fresh foods and exercise.

Kids

Ah, there are two things that a parent loves – making their kids happy, and making them quiet. If you notice, kids’ programs are packed with commercials for cold cereal, mini pizza dishes, and junk food. That’s not an accident.

Kids are a tremendous part of the consumer pool, especially when you combine convenience with putting a smile on that grubby little face as they dig that five-cent toy out of the five-dollar box of sugary cereal.

Confusing Advertising

There are so many confusing terms that food corporations use to make their food sound delicious, nutritious, and healthy, but when it comes right down to it, many of them are snake-oil salesmen. They can’t outright lie to you, but that doesn’t mean that they can’t use the truth to their advantage and downplay the disadvantages.

For instance, they can say “made from natural ingredients”. That makes it sound nutritious doesn’t it?

Well, sure the fruit bar is about ten percent REAL fruit juice (reconstituted from concentrate), but it’s also packed full of sugar, artificial flavors and colors, and chemical preservatives. But it is made from natural ingredients. Strawberries and raspberries are natural.

Conveniently Placed Fast Food

How many fast food restaurants are there at the end of highway exits, along major streets, and near schools and universities? Ever seen a grocery store at the end of an exit, front and center, inviting you to come in and buy some fruit? Yeah. Enough said.

This is possibly the easiest trick to fall for, because it’s a huge struggle living up to the impossible standards placed upon parents to work full time jobs, keep the house, go to PTA meetings, and get the kids to at least three different sports and clubs per week ON TIME.

McDonalds is sooo much easier than being that mom who walks in ten minutes after the PTA meeting has started.

The thing is, you can shave off a lot of that time if you just take back a bit of control. Even if it’s just making a huge pot of spaghetti sauce and canning or freezing the extra so that you don’t have to buy store-bought that’s expensive and full of chemicals.

Last-Minute Impulse Buys

Ever stood in a grocery store or convenience store checkout line that wasn’t a cornucopia of soda, gum, mints, candy bars and packs of crackers and cookies? That’s because last-minute impulse buys are a huge percentage of sales for those products. Admit it – you’ve grabbed a candy bar or a Coke while you were waiting, haven’t you? See? They gotcha hook, line, and sinker.

Be Aware

When was the last time you saw a commercial for green peppers or apples? Or organic steak? For that matter, have you seen a single one that encourages you to actually GROW your own food? Yeah, I can’t remember ever seeing one either. That’s because healthy, wholesome foods already hold the stage; it’s the processed food companies that have to convince you that their food is better. And they’re doing an amazing job of it. After all, what’s in YOUR pantry and freezer?

Now that you know some of the tricks, you can play closer attention to what you buy. Hopefully, I’ve given you something to think about; it’s time to take back our lives and our kitchens.

If you’re looking for ways to do that, I’ve written a guide to help you get started. It’s called Forgotten Lessons of Yesterday, and I share a diverse collection of my experiences that range from canning vegetables to butchering your own meat.

I even threw in some great recipes, and it comes with five free guides that expand even further on topics that we all need to know in order to take our lives back.

Check it out!

This article has been written by Theresa Crouse for Survivopedia.

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[sulkyprince]

Hiiii love this page !!!! This is gonna be a strange one : prompto and noctis’s reaction to their S/o being immortal, and then later on , their s/o turning them into immortals too??

-Thanks so much!!!!! This did take a bit of creativity and stretching of the game’s plot. I could have done this a few different ways but I chose a way that DOES involve spoilers. If you would like a more spoiler-free take on this then let me know, I’ll see what I can whip up. But, for now, I tried to stick with the game’s universe as much as possible. Also sorry for such a late response. I’ve had writer’s block and then tumblr lost your ask! Hope you enjoy :)

WARNING: SPOILERS!!!!!!

Prompto:

So in this scenario, I’m going with the assumption that they knew their s/o was immortal from the get go, or at least before they got together. This chocobro, however, is gonna be full of sooo many questions. He’ll be chewing their ear off asking how they became immortal, how old are they, do they remember such and such events occurring in history, and so on… He’ll look up to you and respect the wisdom that comes with being immortal, but at the same time he’s going to realize the seriousness and the loneliness it brings. He’ll definitely fret about it much more than he lets on. He knows that you’ve likely seen and lost a lot, and that, someday, he’ll just be a memory for you. Therefore, he’s going to do everything in his power to keep you smiling. He’ll want the memories of your love to be as everlasting as you are, so he’s gonna start by seriously taking up scrapbooking to pair with his love of photography.

He’ll keep stacks of scrapbooks with pictures of the two of you, recording every special moment so you’ll have his memory with you always. He won’t really want to talk to you about his actual reasoning behind his new hobby of tediously organizing every photograph, no need to remind you of what you both already know. He will, however, ask for your opinion a lot. Maybe you’re catching up with a tv show on the couch and he’s on the floor next to you, cutting up pictures and asking you what colors go together best on what page, what border it should have, etc… He’ll live to see you smile, and to make sure that despite everything, you’ll have known something as nice as what you both have.

As you follow the group around with your immortal badassery, you eventually stumble upon an explanation for your backstory, a way for you to finally discover how you got to become immortal and outlive all your loved ones. As it turns out, the crystal had lent you everlasting life for the purpose of assisting the future king in fighting the scrouge. You’d spent years misguided. The crystal knew your worth, but for whatever reason it had lacked guidance. It wasn’t until you’d met Prompto that your purpose began to fall into place. Prompto introduced you to the king, and it only felt natural for you to come along, additionally wanting to spend as much time with Prompto as possible.

At the final storm of the citadel, when Noctis was set to fight the darkness and return the light to Insomnia once more, the four of you stood to keep the daemons back as Noctis went to fill his own prophecy. The fight was intense, just trying to buy time until the dawn finally broke, until it was all finally over. You noticed Prompto collapse, overwhelmed by the overbearing horde. You had depleted the last of your restoratives, and the reality of this moment coming so soon devastated you. You clung to him as his eyes began to fade, crying and pleading with the gods, when you heard a whisper in your ear. Perhaps it wasn’t even a whisper, but a feeling. That feeling you get in dreams when you know something to be the truth even when it’s unspoken. You knew that your gift could be re-given. You breathed life into him half expecting to die yourself, but at that exact moment you couldn’t care less. He just had to live, damn it! Then his chest expanded, his eyes opening slowly as he took in a deep breath. Somehow, the gods had allowed it. Perhaps it was a gift for helping defeat the scourge while still remaining pure. Either way, it was marvelous, and you thanked them.

It would take a long time for Prompto to move on from the events of the battle. You’d help him cope with his loses and soon he’d be able to finally process the concept of his own immortality. His old light would renew, realizing that he would be able to spend forever beside you. Naturally, he’d want to do everything in his power to protect the Kingdom of Lucis afterwards, for his best friend. He’d love for you to stand by his side. But even if you go off on your own adventures from time to time he’ll always be there waiting. The bond you both share will be unlike anything that anyone else can understand, since it is something that almost no one else shares. And no matter what, you both know you always have each other.

Noctis:

Knowing that the person he loves is immortal would be really tough on Noctis at first. He’d hate that he couldn’t stand by them until the very end, dwelling on the fact that he won’t always be there for them. His angst about it could add some tension to the relationship, but at the end of the day he’s going to suck it up, apologize for acting so ridiculous, and try and just be there for his s/o. He knows that to you, his time here is short, and he’ll realize after a good pout that he’ll regret every moment he isn’t trying to make it last.

You’ll notice him fight with himself to show more affection, something that can be hard for him yet he gets how important it is. He acts casual enough, treating you like he would any mortal partner, but deep inside he’s terrified. He’s scared of disappointing you. Of his memory living on forever with you as something fleeting and insignificant. He knows he can be oblivious, not thinking about how others around him are feeling since he gets caught up so easily in his own shit. It will be a big constructive project on his character, but he’ll do his best to start paying close attention to your wants and needs. He might not be very intuitive, but he’ll ask constantly how you’re feeling. If there’s anything more he can do for you.

Of course, as someone who can’t be killed and who also happens to be in love with the prince himself, you’d want to be there to protect him at all times. For most of your life, being the only immortal you’d ever met made you feel a little lost. You’d always pondered your perpetuity, wondering what had granted you this grand and mysterious gift. It’s on this journey with the four boys that you discover you were never lost, you’ve been on the right path all along.

As it turns out, the crystal is well aware of it’s own tendency of making mistakes. After the corruption of Ardyn, the crystal decided it could use a backup plan for its backup plan, so to speak, in the event that the young King of Lucis somehow failed. Therefore, it brought about a new healer, someone more common and without influence over an entire kingdom. You learned that you could banish the presence of daemons. Although the power took its toll, you were able to use it greatly to your advantage. This power, along with the presence of your immortality, is what lead Noctis to believe that your gift was something significantly deliberate.

Fast forward ten years. They pass rather quickly for you, although you miss Noctis like hell, damning the passing of time that was so significant to his mortal form. He comes back to the darkness and you just know, you can feel that he’s preparing to die, and you refuse to accept it. You’re immortal, right? Does the scourge even have a chance against you? You bat away all thoughts of the consequences of Ardyn’s fate, knowing that no matter what happens you’re going to keep Noctis alive.

As you storm the citadel, Noctis preparing for his prophecy to be fulfilled, you refuse to let him go alone, chasing up the steps after him despite his violent protests. Gladio, Ignis, Prompto, they all need you, but you’ve already made up your mind and what they hell is he gonna do right now to stop you? The ancestors initially try to ignore your presence, but you stand your ground, guarding Noctis with every inch of your being. You somehow manage yourself in between their line of attack, calling attention to the gods who then, decide to intervene. Go you, you’ve just managed to make the gods give a fuck. Somehow, an exception is made, the blood price falling to Ardyn and the gift of his immortality being bestowed in turn, upon the young King of Lucis as a result of your intervention.

Naturally, with the scourge defeated, Noctis would want to return to his kingdom. Of course, he’d want you as his royal consort. The two of you could rule the kingdom as long as you saw fit. Eventually, your partnership would become the thing of legends. The eternal royal love of Lucis.

[ohh-kaye]

My favourite TV shows

I think this may be an appropriate time to write this because I’m looking at the shows I’m watching next, none of them stand out (obviously the selection is good but I don’t think they’ll be my favourites). So, here’s my updated list.

1. Friends (1994-2004)

This show is my favourite show ever. In most shows, there will always be a bad season but Friends is perfect from Season 1 to 10. I think they had a really good Pilot and an absolutely amazing Finale. Ugh.

My phone wallpaper is actually the purple door with the yellow frame. I think when I live on my own, I will paint my door purple and add that frame on the peephole. I’m kind of obsessed.

This is one of the shows that every time I watch it, I will laugh the same way. Almost as if I’m hearing all the jokes for the first time (even though, I know what they’re going to say).

Ohhhh and the characters. The Chan-chan man (Chandler Muriel Bing in case you didn’t know) is my favourite. He’s just so funny. I’m legit laughing while I type this because I’m recalling all of Chandler’s best moments. I love all the characters but Chandler is the best.

I could talk about this show all day tbh. Too bad that none of my friends have a burning passion to this show like I do.

Since I’ve watched this show, I’ve NEVER EVER missed the 4 claps during the opening credits.

2. Parks and Recreation (2009-2015)

PARKS AND REC WHERE DO I BEGIN? aaaaagggghhhhhhhhhh

I have a timeline written up of how and when I discovered Parks and Rec (which isn’t at all significant in my life btw) and it began with a video Andy and then progressed into watching a lot of videos on this show until I owned a copy of the whole series. Ahhh the good times.

I love this show so so so so much that I even considered working for the government and the government sucks.

Parks and Rec is so fun and is also one of the shows that I could watch over and over again. The characters are just so original and unique and hilarious.

There are so many moments in the show that I absolutely adore and they made me laugh so hard and I sometimes cry excessively.

I want to rant about each character individually but I ramble. However, April Ludgate is my spirit animal. But I also love Leslie Knope because she’s so positive that it’s infectious and this also spawned my forever love of Amy Poehler. She’s the best human.

BENSLIEEE oh my god. Most people would love Andy and April or Jim and Pam (The Office) but Benslie will be my most favourite ship.

3. Sherlock (2010-present?)

I put “?” on the date above because as of now, nobody knows is they’re making Season 5 but they’re not saying that the show is officially over.

I’m pretty late on the bus with Sherlock. I got into it when “The Abominable Bride” was released. However, I did watch it from the beginning. I’m actually happy I was late because I only had to wait a year before Season 4 started instead of having to wait 2-3 years like the other fans did.

Holy shit this show. I fangirled so hard with Johnlock. Especially with Sherlolly. If you’ve watched the Season 4 finale then YOU KNOW THAT SHERLOLLY IS REAL. SHERLOLLYISFUCKINGREALGUYS. Oh my heart. my poor poor heart cannot bear this.

I’ve been a fan of Benesnitch Cumberdict for so long even before I knew about Sherlock and I fell in love with The Hobbit because of Martin Freeman. So basically, I love these two.

I could go on and on and on about how much I love this show because Benedict has a beautiful face with cheekbones that could slice through butter but I should stop because I will start crying.

4. Adventure Time (2010-present)

One of the best cartoons these days. I know I’m too old to be watching this but admit it, you’ve enjoyed this when this is on. If Adventure Time is on, I will reject the other things I’m doing just to sit down and watch this. Ridiculous, I know.

I don’t ever think I’ll get sick of Finn and Jake especially because there’s still so much material for this show to go on forever.

I haven’t caught up to the recent episodes yet (which is so stupid considering every episode is 11 minutes long, you would think I’ve caught up) but I haven’t been seeing much of Marceline. She is my favourite character. Her story arc with The Ice King/Simon will always be one of my favourites (plus she sings too). The songs she sings are so soooo deep. “All Gummed Up” is my favourite song. It’s not by Marceline though haha but I love it. Just saying.

Finn and Jake’s adventures are so over the top and I love it and they have lessons in the end too which I like.

I’m still scouting for dogs that look like Jake and personally, I would buy merch from this show and not be embarrassed to use them in public.

5. How I Met Your Mother (2005-2014)

Okay, so before I start I just need to explain why this situation makes me laugh. I watched this show before Friends and I love this show soooo much. I saw a video that compared Friends and How I Met Your Mother and I remember saying with such an indignant tone “What the fuck? HIMYM is obviously more superior”.

It’s just so funny to me now because of the state of this ranking. There are many things similar to Friends but this is a show all on its own.

I watched Season 7 or 8 first and experienced my first binge-watching disease. This show is my introduction to the wonderful world of TV. I continued watching until the finale from then on. I only had the chance to watch Seasons 1-6 until after the finale so there were times during 8-9 that I didn’t get any of the inside jokes.

But yes. This show is sooo good and sooo horrible (not in a bad way though). I loved all of the seasons but Season 8 has a sweet spot in my heart. Season 9 was okay and the finale was betrayal but post-finale, I think I’m okay with the result now. I’ve let it sit in for a while and now I understand so no hard feelings.

The Mother’s version of “La Vie En Rose” on the ukulele will always be my go to sappy song to sing.

6. Pretty Little Liars (2010-present)

If you’ve been a part of the PLL fandom since the beginning, you’d understand how done we are of this show. HAHAHAHA.

I’ve been watching since the Season 1 and as upset as I am of this show ending, I think it’s time. The reason this is on the list is because I do love the show to my very core and it will always be so special to me because 13-15 year old me would we anticipating the release of an episode every Wednesday after school and be so fricking happy to discuss the show with her friends the next day.

I think this show would’ve had the perfect send-off after 6A when A was finally revealed. They even had their emotional goodbyes and I’ll admit that I was bawling my eyes out. But nooooooooooooooooooooo they had to release 6B.

The only thing that gives me hope is Spoby. SPOBY. I love spoby so much you don’t get it. Spencer and Toby should be together. Like WTF Marlene?

The earlier seasons were good and I loved those and hopefully they redeem themselves with these last 10 episodes (I think they will). I can’t wait.

7. Game of Thrones (2011-present)

I’m playing the opening credits in my head.

Okay so I’m sorry I fell into the hype that is Game of Thrones. I promised myself I wouldn’t but whoops.

I didn’t think I’d like it hence, the downloading of Season 1 and ONLY SEASON 1. But as soon as Ned’s head fell off, I went ahead and downloaded everything. Sorry.

However, I am proud of myself that I watched this after the Season 6 finale because I wasn’t trying to catch up with everybody. BUT!!! It sucked that I knew the ending of Season 6 when I watched Season 1 because it was every where on the Internet. Thankfully, that didn’t spoil anything because I didn’t know who anybody was.

I just find this show so interesting with all the plots of the characters and I’m so invested in it. I love everyone on the show too but people keep dying like wtf?

There’s this funny thing I read before that says “If Sansa can make it to Season 7 then I can get through anything”. HAHAHAHAhahaha it’s not that funny. soz.

Oh! Also, am I the only that ships Jaime and Brienne so fucking much?

8. The Office (2005-2013)

I finished this yesterday by the way. I only cried like more than 10 times. Not that much.

Like the Friends/HIMYM thing, I also judged this show a little too early because they were comparing it to Parks and Rec with the whole mockumentary type thing going on and I adore Parks very much. However, this show was really funny and I actually liked it.

It took a while for me to get around it at the beginning because I thought Michael was a douche but as all the characters developed, they all fell into their own and they became likeable characters anyway. Dwight is the best character btw.

I have a lot of favourite moments in the show and stuff I didn’t enjoy very much. Jim and Pam’s wedding will always be my favourite episode. I mean honestly, how could you not love that wedding march when they all danced to “Forever” by Chris Brown?

Seasons 2-7 were really good seasons. Season 8 wasn’t. Season 9 was a little rocky with the whole Jim and Pam thing and why would you introduce this Brian guy so late into the show????

I know it went downhill when Michael left but there were really good episodes and they also had one of the best finales. Season 9 redeemed itself towards the end.

9. The Mindy Project (2012-2013)

OOOOOO I discovered this show around the same time I discovered Parks. After watching a gross amount of Benslie videos, I came across one of Mindy and Danny’s stuff and I became so invested in them even though I haven’t watched the show yet.

As of recent, it’s not going well. I’m having the same kind of reaction with PLL where it started off well and now the show is losing me kind of. BUT I STILL HAVE HOPEEEE.

UUUUUUGGHHH I just want Mindy and Danny to stay together. They were doing so well though and whyyy did they do this?

Danny Castellano was so perfect and then the show had to give him this fucking attitude of “No, you have to stay home and be a mom and forget your career” bullshit. uuuuuuuuuuuu betray me TMP.

The second half of Season 2 until the first half of Season 4 are the best parts of the show. Season 1 was fine but I was more invested with Dandy so my favourite episodes begin with them first getting together. mihihihi. Let’s just forget the last half of Season 4 up to Season 5.

I’m staying with the show until it ends mainly because I love Mindy Kaling/Mindy Lahiri so much. I just want to be her. I want to be a doctor in my own practice and have a lot friends and be hot and confident af.

If I die, tell Mindy Kaling I love her.

10. Rick and Morty (2013-present)

This show is amazing. If you’ve watched this you know why.

I was a bit hesitant with this because it was a cartoon and I didn’t get into cartoons anymore because I’m 19. Except for Adventure Time because I watched it at a reasonable age where it was not shameful to enjoy cartoons.

But okay going back to Rick and Morty... this show is so messed up and so funny. It’s the funniest bunch of characters.

Rick so fucked up and drinks and burps and is so smart and Morty is so gullible and he stutters and they’re such a funny duo. I love their adventures and all their alien encounters.

There’s this scene (which if you’ve seen it you know why) that’s so messed up. It’s where Morty went to the toilet and there was this alien thing and things went bad really quickly. It’s sick.

I can’t wait for Season 3. It’s next month I think?? I know what’s probably going to happen but it’ll be great to see Rick and Morty together again and doing all kinds of crazy shit together.

Re-reading this and holy crap I talk too much. But yes... SPECIAL MENTIONSSS (because they didn’t get into the top 10 but I really love them): Mr. Robot, Stranger Things, Masters of Sex and Hannibal. Ok done.