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ohwhatagloomyshow · 2 years

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scarlet hollow fan theories as of 12/10

ok! i read some good theories in the tag today and wanted to join in the fun and write down my own thoughts - especially bc i’m like, unnecessarily confident in them and i want bragging rights, lol. spoilers for ep 4 below!

feels fair that i start this post by saying i’d seen the reese-as-werewolf theory in the discord since i s2g ep 1 and thought “that’s funny, y’all are funny,” so you can IMAGINE MY SURPRISE at ep 4. yeah, not technically a werewolf, but A CREATURE! absolutely knocked on my ass.

THAT SAID! FEELIN PRETTY CONFIDENT ABOUT THE REST OF THIS, LOL.

so i wrote my fanfic the sacrifice to get my biggest, earliest theories on paper:

1) the scarlets (enoch, specifically) made a deal with the devil to keep the mine going

2) the seals are part of the deal

3) the seals need blood

4) tabitha killed her mother as part of the sacrifice. it didn’t work, so she’s invited you down so she can try it again.

THIS BEING SAID, i don’t know if even i fully believe that tabitha is/has been planning to kill the player. i don’t know how much i think tabitha killed her mom, even! that’s just the way the story has been leading me to think, and they’re certainly interesting theories to ponder when looking at tabitha’s behavior.

I do firmly believe enoch made a pact with the devil, i firmly believe the seals are part of it, and i firmly believe the seals are activated with blood.

I’ve held these theories since ep 1 into ep 2. now ep 4 has tangled my timeline a bit, and i really need to reread the books on the scarlets in the library for more timeframe clarity. even typing this out, i realized one of my theories conflicts with another one, which i’ll get into below. post-ep 4, my theories are as follows:

1) my initial hunch was that enoch had made a deal with the devil to save the mines and the town. this required blood sacrifice, and led to the creation of the seals, one of the first seals was placed in the Shaw mine. enoch purposefully used the ruined wood to cause a collapse and create an easy sacrifice. however!

2) his brother teddy’s injury was an honest mistake, and enoch’s dealing with the witch is totally unconnected to the original dark deal.

OR!

1) enoch used the ruined wood in typical capitalist fashion: cheaper costs, screw the risks.

2) teddy lost the use of his legs in the mine collapse. enoch, consumed with guilt, went to the witch to make some sort of bargain - both to restore the mine and goodwill in the town, and for his brother’s health.

now, this part works with either option: enoch then lied about teddy’s death in the mines and locked him up in the estate because he couldn’t bear to lose his baby brother. i think whatever agreement he made with the witch gave teddy supernatural powers instead of giving him his legs back.

so, in in ep 3, avery plays teddy. this became clear to me upon a replay before ep 4′s release, where avery says something like they’d use those fine legs and get out of town. oh, i thought, that’s the sentiment of someone who can no longer use their legs. then bam: ep 4, teddy can’t use his legs, enoch says it’ll be fine, and we know the person in the estate could sense edwardine’s pregnancy. thus! teddy is given some sixth sense in exchange for his legs, as part of enoch’s bargain with the witch OR the devil (they could be the same! i’m differentiating them because i don’t think the witch is the cause of ALL the bad things).

assuming i’m correct and the seals need blood, where better else to put another one than in a hospital for people who cough up blood?

i do not know why there’s a seal under town hall (the library). i do believe edwardine had to kill charles jr there, specifically, and that it’s not a coincidence.

i also am leaning toward edwardine doing a lot of the other killings throughout the family history (except for her brothers, i do not think she went with them to kill them on D-Day, or forged those documents, lmao.) i’m VERY interested in the theory that charles jr’s son, andrew, wasn’t actually a stillbirth. i think there’s a reason a lot of the young girls have died in the family. i think there’s a reason your mom was basically driven out of town by the treatment from her family.

additional theories: sybil is the cat, no question. i don’t remember when i started distrusting her - may lean on the side of tooting my own horn and saying even episode 1 because i didn’t like the way she kept secrets and talked about the ditchlings/duke’s death. she’s absolutely controlling kaneeka with the tea, though to what end i’m not sure. i don’t necessarily believe she’s fully sinister but she is absolutely an antagonist.

wayne. my pet theory on wayne now is he’s possessed by the spirit of an earlier scarlet. this is obviously incorrect from the romance option for him, but i’m trying to work out how i could be right without incest lmao. he’s a dead body possessed by a spirit connected to our family.

finally, returning to my fic, i don’t believe there’s a seal in our basement because, from the way the game has been going, we should probably feel connected to it, and we don’t at all. but maybe tabby’s already interacted with it? maybe that’s dulled our interest/pull to it? idk. just wanted to put it out there that i’m pretty sure that’s a bad guess on my end.

i do think we’re gonna find another one in the woods, around where our one relative died while hiking (was that enoch? definitely murdered)

man i just love this game so much, and would LOVE to talk about with anyone, especially if we’re strangers but you made it this whole way through after finding this post in the tag! i love you!

#scarlet hollow #black tabby games #fan theories

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cryptidqueerr · 2 years

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I posted 4,084 times in 2022

That's 95 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 499 of my posts in 2022

#he lives in queue - 170 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

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i s2g if you’re new here from twitter you had better not bring all that over-the-top asshole behavior over here and start trying to bully our nice celebrities out of town. this isn’t like twitter, this isn’t a vehicle for your stunted rage, you don’t get to just throw bullshit around and get a power trip off being a dick to someone more famous than you. they’ve been here longer than you and by god they’ll be here after if I have anything to say about it

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me every day reading a new letter from my friend jonathan harker or, alternatively, receiving no new communication from my friend jonathan harker:

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okay real serious talk from your internet big sister: i really need y’all to be prepared for conservatives to retake a lot of societal ground in the next few years. there are so many younger people, especially young queer people, who don’t remember the bush era, don’t remember the 2000’s, who only see society as it is now where left/liberal ideologies really dominate the general social fabric and are going to have a really rough time when conservatives start controlling a lot of the social dialogue. a lot of what we’ve been used to being able to avoid because the really blatant conservative messaging has mostly kept to itself might be about to become mainstream. their beliefs are going to start to show up the TV you watch, the advertising you see, the music you listen to. it’s going to feel like losing ground, losing time, being pushed out of spaces where you were welcomed and acknowledged.

this isn’t to scare you, honestly. we lived through it not so long ago and still pushed through and got here, we’ll do it again. it’s just to make you aware and let you know that if you do start seeing those kinds of messages or start seeing the representation that you love go away, it’s going to be okay. people haven’t suddenly regressed around you - the assholes just got louder. you’re still loved and welcomed and you can still find places to have a home, they just might be a little harder to find for a while. but people will always work to push things forward again, and even if we lose now we will get back one day ❤️

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My #1 post of 2022

i am here to tell you that it is okay for there to be good things in your life right now. to celebrate the little, local, personal wins. it is okay for today to be a good day for you, even when there is so much bad in the world. actually, if you’ll permit me to tell you a secret: it is absolutely imperative when the world at large is this bad that you enjoy the moments that are good. sing because you are in love, for the first time or for the first time in a long time. celebrate a good grade, good work feedback, a successful dessert finally achieved. sleep in a bit of sun and enjoy feeling safe and warm and comfortable. it doesn’t mean you don’t care. it doesn’t make you callous or cold. you know bad things are happening but you also need, desperately, to know that not all things are bad. find it when you can, and enjoy it without guilt, and if you need permission then here it is, freely given

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ddarker-dreams · 4 years

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anon asked: OMG pls pls pls could you write a possessive yandere Diluc??? I'm sorry if this is generic...

[repost because someone mentioned this post wasn’t showing up in tags... tumblr i s2g...]

Diluc:

Diluc has seen the worst and best that humanity has to offer. Regrettably, the worst is what has made a lasting impression, darkness waiting to strike in every crevice. He’s always done his best to protect everyone. This is amplified to a new, unprecedented level when his obsession for you takes root.

There are plenty of threats to be wary of -- Diluc will reason -- but he starts actively looking for them in the wrong places. No longer is he concerned with just making sure you get home safe, unbothered by monsters. Now it starts to seep into your relationships. Innocent gestures are mistaken as malevolent, Diluc stepping in where it’s wholly unnecessary.

Compared to most yanderes, Diluc has commendable self-control. He won’t openly lash out to anyone that speaks to you in a friendly manner. That doesn’t mean he’s not upset about it, he’s just used to hiding his emotions, and has had lots of practice suppressing everything. So while others chat you up, romantic intentions or not, he’ll slink off to sulk.

Surprise surprise, it’s Kaeya who catches onto this hidden behavior before anyone else can. Kaeya actively exacerbates the situation, quite literally adding fuel to the fire, unaware of the monster he’s awakening in the process. To his credit, Kaeye’s intentions would be in good fun. Maybe for some lighthearted teasing to laugh about later over drinks with you and your friends. Instead, he released a burden onto your life.

Kaeya might let a friend or two into Diluc’s “crush” on you, planning to see how far they can push it. He’ll throw an arm around your shoulder, whisper inside jokes into your ear to make you giggle, offer to walk you home, etc. Diluc begins to excuse himself from the room when this happens to get a hold of his kindling fury. Diluc knows Kaeya is just trying to get a rise from him, that he’s giving him what he wants. But god, that twisting sensation in his stomach when Kaeya is the one touching you, getting that melodic laugh, and being the center of your attention... it’s unbearable.

Diluc feels like it’s such a shame. He’s a busy man, so being around the same areas as you is a rare treat, that’s now being tainted. Can he not have this single enjoyment in life? To make matters worse, he’s now hyper-aware of anyone possibly flirting with you. Diluc is growing paranoid that while he’s unsure of how to pursue you, someone else might come along and take you away.

While trying to provoke Diluc, Kaeya tends to be on the receiving end of some biting language. With an unimpressed expression and even tone, Diluc will tear into him for his obnoxious behavior, even if you express that you don’t mind. It’s remarkable he’s managed to control his darker urges for this long. Should Kaeya -- or anyone else for that matter -- not get the hint, Diluc lists some concealed threats.

He’ll start physically blocking anyone’s path to you, looming over almost like a bodyguard. Diluc’s presence is intimidating and effective in warding off people he finds irritating. He’ll act like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about if you mention how close he is, but there’s an almost indiscernible blush on his cheeks.

While you’re not paying attention, Diluc will motion to his weapon, scaring off anyone brave enough to come speak to you. When you turn around he’s back to wiping down glasses. If he needs to distract you, he’ll offer free drinks, not that he ever makes you pay anyway. The few times you do manage to convince him to let you pay for your own tab, the money is “mysteriously” sent back to your residence by mail.

Bonus Childe:

Childe is not held back by the same moral qualms that Diluc is. This, mixed with the extensive network of Fatui agents at his fingertips, makes for a horrific combination. It’s a disaster waiting to happen. Whether you’re aware of it or not, he’s already having people keep tabs on you. This includes people that you speak to as well. While the Fatui don’t entirely understand why they’re being asked to watch you, like hell they’re going to question a Harbinger on the bizarre orders.

You’ll be having a pleasant conversation with someone, only to feel a shadow looming over you. Then there’ll be an arm wrapped firmly around your shoulder. Childe would act dismissive of whoever you were speaking to, making up some excuse about why he needs your attention more and whisking you away. All the while looking back and giving the unfortunate individual a soul-shaking look.

He projects a lot into your conversations. Childe asks with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes if you’re trying to make him jealous. “As much as I like you -- and trust me when I say I do -- you should be careful with that.”

Anyone who makes the mistake of flirting with you gets it far worse. Childe will judge them accordingly later when being filled in on your movements for the day, sitting and listening with an eerie calm as his agents detail the person’s description. There’s a myriad of ways the Fatui could make this person’s life a living hell. From the shackles of debt tightening, harassment, to even making them disappear entirely. It all depends on Childe’s mood that day.

Childe would actually find it interesting if the person has a Vision themselves. He views it as a challenge of sorts. Malice would be oozing out of him at the thought of proving his strength to you, that no one else could come close to the claim he has. To avoid any unwanted attention, Childe would wait to strike until the person is traveling alone, channeling his Delusion alongside his Vision. It’d be an awful sight.

When he talks to you next, you’ll notice he looks oddly content. If you’re brave enough to ask why this is, he’ll give some ominous answer, that leaves your body going cold. “Hm, I really need to know. Did you think that they were any match for me? That by batting your eyelashes all prettily, you’d convince them to get rid of me? Well, whatever the case, this should be proof I’m not going anywhere.”

Childe will mention that he even was kind enough to get you a gift. A Fatui agent will reach into their bag, giving him a piece of cloth, which he then pretends to you. You’ll likely be rendered sick by the sight. It’s a torn piece of their outfit, a testimony to Childe’s victory. He’ll tilt his head and playfully ask if you don’t like it, before taking his leave for the night.

If you ever plead with him to leave the people you interact with alone, he might look like he’s giving it some thought. Childe’s suggestion of how you could convince him to do this is equally unpleasant.

“You could always spend your time with me, that way this wouldn’t be an issue. Give it some real thought. I’m looking forward to hearing your answer.”

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diamondcitydarlin · 2 years

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I s2g we have like an unholy tradition on this site of making up our minds about how a season of a show is going to be before any of it airs and getting preemptively, irrationally angry at the stuff we basically just made up on the basis of flimsy SEO articles that take people's quotes of context and our own grim imaginations. Like, no offense but the n@ndermo tag right now is just a lot of people angry about stuff they've made up in their own heads based on the few hints we've gotten thus far. It'll be something like...idk, we'll hear a trash can is going to be involved in the next season and within a matter of hours there'll be a handful of people that will have decided for some reason that Nandor is definitely going to throw Guillermo into the trashcan and HOW DARE HE DO THAT, AND HOW DARE THE WRITERS WRITE HIM DOING THAT AND HOW DARE- (I mean, that absolutely could happen in an ep but you see my point)

I feel like, on the one hand, it must originate from early tumblr fandom roots, that whole culture back in the early 2010's of latching on to media written by cishet yt men with no interest in what queer audiences want to see or experience (some of whom even felt actively resentful of their queer, poc and younger fans bc they weren't the young cishet yt male audience they wanted to attract in the first place) and being disappointed again and again and again by our own unrealistic expectations. I feel like this created an environment of constantly waiting for the paint to peel, like when is this show going to make it painfully clear they resent us as viewers and not only have no intention of depicting things we'd like to see, but will make an active effort to destroy/invalidate those things? Not a matter of if, but a matter of when.

And I get that, to an extent. We were all much younger then and we didn't know then what we know now.

But like...without naming specific titles, I still see this early 10's blind optimism being put towards newer source material that, to me, is pretty clearly written for a yt cishet male audience and will probably not ever deliver on the queer subplot everyone wants to see, though I have no doubt they'll continue to play around subtly with the possibility until they invalidate it at the last moment by having both male characters get married off to female characters we barely know. I hope I'm wrong! But I don't think I am!

And that would be fine on its own, it's not my place or my business to tell people what to enjoy and how, but it's discouraging when media that is written for a queer and otherwise marginalized audience and has a made a point of prioritizing their perspectives gets held to these ridiculous standards of expectation. Like, it's more than enough in YT Man Queerbait S5 for them to hold each other's gaze longer than a second, but if the gay shows don't stick to the script and have them making out, fucking and married right now, plot and characters be damned, then it's all trash. IT'S ALL TRASH APPARENTLY.

I don't think anyone doing this is thinking that critically about it, which is part of the problem. Either way it's really annoying and I needed to vent about it lol.

#once again: not aimed at anyone who'd be reading this #at least not to my knowledge #most of the time i'm over people beyond the point of ranting #so im taking it as a sign my depression is ebbing that i actually want to rant about this lol

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apple-ships · 3 years

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3,4,6,8, and 11? :3c

HEHE THANKS FOR ALL THE NUMBERS ILY :D

I'd add pictures to these but I'm too ashamed of some of these answers to have their faces right there on my blog hohoho so these posts get to be uggy and text heavy~

3. Who has stuck around the longest?

WELL FUNNY YOU ASK THAT NOWWWW because now that I'm watching Naruto again I think that makes Gaara the one that I've had for the longest that's still stuck around to this day ! GOD he was like.... one of my first strong f/os, and probably my first f/o from anime?? I was obsessed with him lmaO if someone asks I'll talk about the dream story with him it's kinda funny-

4. Who’s the persistent little crush that just WON’T go away no matter how much you want them to?

lkajkljsdkjlfs well considering my tag for him is "The Stubborn Crush That Just Won't Go Away" I'm OBLIGATED to say Kurapika. I like..... I don't even feel super strongly about him anymore ajsdKLJSF but whenever I see him on screen i'm like awawawawawawa

6. Who is from the /source material/ you’re most ashamed of?

I answered this in the last ask but juuuuust for you I'll pick another one~ ❤ I don't have a lot of shame for a lot of things, but I might maybe have a little bit of a weird messed up crush on Strade from a game that I'm NOT gonna say the name of and I'm gonna encourage people to not look up eheheh explore at your own risk;;; I played it because I was in a server that was like "ANY talk of this game is banned from this server because its content is horrible and disgusting" and I was, of course, immediately like "OHOHO WHATS THIS" and downloaded it. ANDDDD I ended up liking it a BIT more than I wanted to OOPSIES

8. Who are you crushing on just because they’re pretty?

Oh I have MANY but Illumi from Hunter x Hunter for SURE, literally the only reason he's on my list is because he's pretty;; I can barely even come up with a dating scenario for him because he's such an emotionless asshole sdlksdjkldjlsjkl

I'd also say Deidara but he's not JUST pretty hehe he's ALSO a very lovable shithead ❤ There's a lottt of people I could throw in this list that are just crushes, but I'm keeping it to f/os unless someone asks this question again because I'll crush on ANY pretty anime boy i s2g-

11. If you put all your fictional crushes in a battle royale together, who would win?

OK I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE-

All the humans without powers are out immediately, which leaves my HxH f/os, my Naruto f/os, my robot f/os and Alastor, who's his own category (Sorry Pearl you're out too, she'd last longer than the humans but crushing a rock isn't that hard either 😭). Gaara would beat out Kite and Kurapika so they're out too, he'd also be able to crush the robots SORRY GUYSSSS;; Illumi mostly fights using other people and in the case of a battle royale with all my f/os there's only like .... 12 bodies he could manipulate, so he's out too. Gaara and Deidara fought in canon and Deidara won, but that's mostly because he had the upper hand in that situation and I THINK in a more even battle Gaara would win, so there's that. SO it comes down to Gaara and Alastor, and that COMPLETELY depends on whether Alastor's powers work outside of Hell. Which I'm not sure of 👀 So it's either Gaara or Alastor cast ya votes!

#ask game responses #long post #o god i have to tag so many people #sand raccoon #the stubborn crush that just won't go away #pins and needles #tall raccoon #smile my deer #i asked my roommate's opinion on the battle royale lmaOOO #hard to figure out if naruto people would be stronger than hxh people #but sand coffin is just so op like ???#who can beat sand coffin #nobody thats who #certainly not me #i'd get immediately crushed and ya know what?#i wouldn't mind all that much #love is an explosion

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florbelles · 4 years

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20 OTP QUESTIONS

tagged by @risenlucifer, thank you legend 💕

tagging @tomexraider @abosaa @returnofthepd3 @nightwingshero @chuckhansen @spicevalleys @foofygoldfish @tommymillers (macy you better deliver soft moel i s2g) @softmillers @shallow-gravy @callmeredhood @raisinghellinotherworlds @joeyhxdson @trialandseed and anyone else can @ me <3

did this fluff meme for the local sadomasochists because in the end the real sadomasochist was me

1) who can outdrink the other?

i mean lyra is a tiny ass person but she’s also a champ so honaestly? lyra’s gonna drink him under the table.

2) who says “i love you” more?

literally only john ever says this (and that’s primarily thanks to joseph’s advisement). lyra will call him her heart, her everything, literally anything else, but she won’t say she loves him because it’s a lie she heard and told too often; she doesn’t know how to say it honestly, and that terrifies her. cries about it quite a bit to be honest

3) who has trouble sleeping alone?

both of them, actually; it wasn’t a problem for lyra before, but at some point she realizes she can no longer sleep if she can’t count his breaths and feel his pulse. she always falls asleep after he does.

4) who swears more?

lyra casually, she uses it as punctuation when she wishes to make a point; john busts it out more when he’s upset.

5) who does more of the housework?

john theoretically, but honestly, the peggies handle a lot of the mundane household tasks around the ranch.

6) who forgets their anniversary?

neither of them, but lyra has to remember longer and she has to remember more.

7) who steals the duvet in their sleep?

they’re usually a tangled mess when they sleep, honestly, so anything “stolen” is gonna take the other person with it.

8) who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

john’s the only one who snores, but it doesn’t keep her awake; like i said, she can’t sleep without it at this point.

9) who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

lyra’s love affair with animals is the bane of john’s existence but he’s just gotta live with it, honestly. is that a bear in the yard? yes, it is. he lives here now. have fun john! is that the dog i tried to send to jacob? why yes, if you lay a finger on him i’ll feed your balls to my cougar. i have a cougar now.

10) who usually makes dinner?

i mean. members of the project, usually, but lyra’s the most likely to get fed up and spite cook something that isn’t burnt venison.

11) who plays their music out loud?

lyra. john’s gonna have to live with it. the project’s music is forbidden; oh john came on in the car once while they were going at it and lyra’s had a personal vendetta ever since.

12) who hogs the bathroom?

neither, they’re both in there getting ready for hours like the vain gremlins they are. narcissist mirror sex? narcissist mirror sex.

13) who gives the most compliments?

john, once again because of lyra’s verbal intimacy/vulnerability issues, but sometimes -- oftener than either would admit at gunpoint -- he pretends to fall asleep so he can hear her start to sob and whisper that he’s perfect. tired lyra who thinks she’s the only one conscious is all-consumingly affectionate.

14) who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

oh, both. they deliberately provoke each other sometimes, especially in the beginning when they’re still testing each other’s boundaries; since neither of them are familiar with the concept of being loved unconditionally, they immediately try to find those conditions. it drops off when they realize no one’s going anywhere; lyra’s still the most likely to start shit, though.

15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

i mean. their collective existence is an embarrassment to humanity, but lyra’s more likely to publicly mock john purely because he’s generally more publicly mockable (and thanks to her resistance infiltration, she spends a fair amount of the time with his enemies; him undermining the judge of eden’s gate to the other peggies isn’t such a slick move). he did have wanted: sinner posters with an unfortunate photo from vegas printed up and spread throughout the county after he heard one too many unflattering rumors were flying around fall’s end, but that, he informs her pleasantly, is to help her cover. it ends up hanging over their fireplace for a month.

16) who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

i mean, miss wrath/wrathy are kind of unfortunate if you count them, yes? they don’t get used in the context of pet names (or at all, really, once he realizes she isn’t there to threaten the project or joseph’s affections), though, so the answer is neither; lyra uses pet names primarily to create distance or to patronize people; the most intimate thing she can call you is your first name. her enemies are darling; her husband is john.

17) who fusses over the other when they get sick?

lyra’s the one who shows up with staples in her gut, so we’re gonna say john. she reacts even more poorly when he’s remotely injured or unwell, though.

18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

lyra’s wrath is swift and terrible and quickly spent; john’s more likely to harbor a grudge or bear resentments, which he does when she first rolls up to hope county; once they’re in a relationship their fuses both burn down pretty quickly, not because they’re incredibly healthy and in love but because they’re incredibly codependent and in love.

19) who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

they’re both clingers, honestly. not even when they’re sad or scared. they’re just clingers. they cling.

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

oh, this is both of them, they’re a nightmare. this is the one area of intimacy they’re both exceptionally good at and comfortable with.

#tag memes #x: from eden #oc: lyra fairbanks

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outrunningthedark · 2 months

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Quick shoutout to you cos it’s been so fun talking to you about wrestling lately (SamiJey fan here 👋) while 911 is on hiatus. Because this hiatus has never been more ridiculous.

But I’ve been rewatching Bloodline videos this weekend and have you noticed how good Jimmy is at that scowl/angry face. He’s SO good at it! I miss him ☹️

Ever since Paul took over it’s been so fun to watch. The storytelling sometimes is just pure fucking poetry

Hey, nonnie! 💛 The good thing about wrestling (for us, not the wrestlers, lol) is that there are so few days off, right? So if you find yourself checking out of 9-1-1 fandom even when the show is back because attitudes haven't changed...feel free to change the topic in my inbox and we can focus on something we actually LIKE. 😎 SAMIJEY TAG TEAM CHAMPS HAS NEVER BEEN MORE REAL ! ! ! We know Sami will lose his rematch for the IC title because that's just how these things go, but I'm hoping we get a little SamiJey out of it, like Jey hyping him up beforehand or being there after Sami loses (Jey coming in the ring to make sure he's okay??? Is that too much to ask???) And then. GOING UP AGAINST THE GREAT VALUE JUDGEMENT DAY. (Can't call 'em Temu anything when that belongs to Friday nights 😝) TAKING THE TAG TEAM BELTS. CAUSING FURTHER DIVISION WITHIN THE "FAMILY". (Idk about every single person in the group, but this current story line looks to be setting up Dom to make a real name for himself - as a champ? - with Liv's help) I just hope it lasts longer than Cody and Jey's "run" - I want the whole band back together, but Jey deserves to shine as a champion away from his (blood) family, and if being tag team partners with Sami on Raw for a little while longer is how he gets it done...that's what I'm rooting for. As for Jimmy... First of all, you are literally me. I feel like all I do now is watch Bloodline videos and feel sadness for what once was 😞 But YES!!! Jimmy is known as the goofy one, and yet he can flip the switch and turn on his own family like that if he has to. It's that "older brother" mentality in him, I think. Spent his life looking out for the others because that's what his parents told him to do; so now, even as an adult, he feels he should be granted that same responsibility/authority. Even when dealing with Roman. ("I am my brother's keeper! Not you!" plays on a continuous loop in the back of my brain I s2g.) SD is in Florida next week so if he's not back for a show in the place he actually lives...I understand nothing. But I'm choosing to believe he WILL be back and we WILL see more of his "dark side". Unlike Jey, Jimmy never wanted to be on his own, and yet Roman, after not giving Jimmy the respect he felt he deserved, left him alone to deal with Solo. Who then removed him from the equation just because he could. There's no logical reason for Jimmy to just jump right in and be anybody's friend, at least not on Smackdown. I hope whatever happens allows Jimmy to finally establish himself as his own man who won't be taking orders before The Bloodline takes serious steps towards rebuilding what was broken.

(Sorry for the extra long answer - you found one of my hidden passions 😉)

#sometimes i talk wrestling #anonymous #tina speaks

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Failed Revelation AU: Pieri - Hisame B Support

#i s2g it gets longer after every support #HERE IT IS KIDS...THE B SUPPORT #Hisame #Pieri #Fire Emblem #Hinaperi #fafar yaps #about fe14 #in aussie #Failed Revelation AU #LAMO SO MANY TAGS....SO MUCH SUFFER

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ao3feed-tododeku · 4 years

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War

War by starryAverage

Izuku gets shot. How will Shouto cope? How will Uraraka ever survive these two dorks?

Words: 364, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of Tddk One Shots, Part 16 of TodoDeku Works

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto & Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Angst, They're just dramatic, so dramatic, s2g, based off a real life experience but I was Uraraka, everyone's a dork, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Todoroki Shouto is a Dork, Uraraka Ochako is a dork (but not as much), Hopelessly in love boys who are hopeless, i wrote this in 10 minutes, seriously publishing the fic took longer than writing it, tagging took longer than writing the fic did, not beta read we die like men, not beta read I die like a fool, wish I had this beta'd but it's not worth it, we all get shot, Izuku gets SHOT, good luck getting all that red out, very unangsty angst, Bakugou shoots Izuku but it's not explicitly mentioned

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23446168

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tododeku #💚#💙#Tododeku #♥#R:G #A:StarryAverage #Angst

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macbookpro-hard-drive · 5 years

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control [jeremy h. x squipped!reader] pt.2

now to give y’all what you truly only follow me for: more writing about musical characters. catch me sitting here thinking abt hadestown amongst all of this. the longer its been since ive seen it, the more in love with it i fall, i s2g.

warnings: squip bein a piece of shit (so just... manipulation n the like). thts rly about it but let me kno if i need to tag anything else!

All in a moment, you were seeing stars. Rich’s arm had been clasped tightly around your waist, his other hand covering your mouth in an attempt to muffle the screams of anguish that had crashed over you in waves and dragged you under. There was a stinging in your hand, and as you went quiet, you felt Rich tense behind you. Slowly, he drew his hand back from your mouth, letting you go and, regretfully, watching you collapse onto the ground. And then you were seeing stars again - real ones, twinkling overhead as you breathed heavily. The pain tapered off, bit by bit by bit, while fatigue settled in it’s place. All you could do was lay there in the cold dirt, staring up at the the night sky as your chest heaved. Rich finally offered you a hand, waiting until you finally managed to muster up the strength to take it. In a swift movement, he pulled you back onto your feet with ease - and you noticed how buff he was compared to how he was in the past. Dirt covered your clothes, and you noticed that the sting in your hand had been due to it being sliced open by a rock that cut into it during your struggles. Fuck, you were going to have to make sure that was taken care of as soon as you were home. Finally, your gaze fell back to Rich, the headlights of his truck illuminating the entire scene in front of you. Before you could even fathom a thought, you reacted, swinging a punch at his arm and catching him off-guard. Immediately he stepped back, staring at you as he rubbed his arm, brow furrowed in confusion and anger.

“What the fuck was that for?” He asked, voice running a little high for a moment. “Also what the fuck, you throw a pretty mean punch for a-”

You didn’t give him time to finish the thought, curling your hands into fists and ignoring the stinging in your palm. “What the fuck, Rich - you said it’d hurt a bit-”

“I said it’d hurt for a bit- you didn’t ask how bad-”

“He is correct. Reviewing your memories shows that he did say it would hurt for “a bit” and not that the pain would be minor-”

“-What the fuck?” You stumbled back slightly, looking around for the source of this new voice for a moment. “Holy shit.”

Rich cracked a smile as you straightened up slightly. “It worked, didn’t it?”

“I.. think?” You said, voice oozing with uncertainty.

“It did.” The voice said, “like I previously stated, I am your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. Your SQUIP.”

Was that annoyance? You frowned, looking back to Rich with uncertainty oozing from every movement. “You... you weren’t scamming me-” And you cut yourself off there, “holy shit.” You stood there, processing the events that had just occurred. It wasn’t until Rich glanced to his phone with wide eyes that you realized how late it was.

“Hey, shit, uh - we should get going,” Rich said, “you can... deal with that later,” he picked up the box, “c’mon. I said I’d give you a ride.”

With a slow nod, you followed him back to his truck, and pulled yourself up into the passenger seat with a small leap while Rich rambled off an apology. The whole seizing you and trying to quiet you down because, y’know, you’d been screaming and he didn’t really know how to explain that kind of shit to people without getting arrested. On one hand, you were bothered by that - the immediate instinct being to grab and hold you down - but... you understood. The thoughts of what could have came flood into your head, and - fuck, you didn’t need for the police to show up. He followed every direction you gave him, getting him to stop down the street from your house in order to make your sneaking in easier. With a quick thanks, you hopped out of his truck and shut his door as quietly as you could before crossing your front yard. As you reached your doorstep, you heard his car pulling off, and you glanced over your shoulder to watch him make a u-turn before driving away.

“You need to bandage your hand before it gets infected.” Your SQUIP said. You shut the door behind you, locking it back as you pressed your back against it.

Lowering your voice down to a whisper, you respond. “You kinda sound like-”

“I know. My default setting. Of course, if you dislike it, I have other modes for your perusal-”

You shook your head, “that’s... fine. You’re fine.” Glancing down at your bleeding palm, you head towards the bathroom to find the first aid kit tucked underneath the sink. The sting of disinfectant made you let out a hiss of pain, and you internally cursed the fact that it happened to be your writing hand that got hurt. Note-talking was going to be the highlight of your day, that was certain.

“You should wrap it and keep the wound dry.” Your SQUIP said, right as you were about to unwrap a band-aid.

You found the bandages, and nodded a little. “Okay.”

“You should also avoid speaking aloud when responding to me.”

Pausing, the bandage loosens slightly around your palm, and you looked up into the mirror for a moment. “Then how do I-”

“Think at me.” It said, “like... telepathy.”

You resumed your work for a moment, before going to respond. “Like-” You stopped, “like this?”

“Indeed. I can sense some discomfort whenever you’re responding to me.”

“Yeah,” you wrapped the bandage tight, wiggling your fingers, “I guess... it’s just... it’s kinda weird to just talk to a voice in my head.”

“Think at me.” You frowned at the command, but it continued on with it’s thought nonetheless, “would you prefer something visual? I’m capable of manipulating your senses in order to create something for you to see - albeit a bit more holographic in order to differentiate myself from those around you.” There was a pause, before it finally spoke again, “but it would still be a visual nonetheless.”

Processing the information, you nodded slightly. “That’d be nice but... You could still turn it off, right?”

For a moment, you’re sure that you disappointed it - speaking aloud again. But it finally spoke once more, almost sounding resigned for that night.“Yes. You need to change. You’re still covered in dirt.” You looked down at your dirt-stained sweatpants and shirt. So you were.

Throwing everything back into the kit, you tucked it back underneath the sink and head to your room, glad to be back in this little sanctuary. You stripped off the shirt and sweatpants, kicking them underneath your bed for the time being, making a mental note to throw that in with the rest of your laundry on Sunday, and searched through your drawers for something else to wear. You snatched up an oversize t-shirt, slipping it on before curling up underneath your blankets. Everything felt quiet. You tugged the blankets closer to you as you turned over, and soon you felt drowsiness take over, sooner than you expected. Nonetheless, you were asleep within minutes.

The next morning, you woke up to quiet and found yourself wondering if the night before had been some fucked-up dream. Then you noticed the bandage around your hand, stretching and popping your fingers as you stared at the covered palm. Not a dream, then - but you felt alone, no voice in your head. Maybe it was broken? You scowled a little at the thought - fucking Rich Goranski who scammed you out of six-hundred dollars for a faulty pill that worked for, what, a few hours? What the fuck kind of drugs did he-

A figure glitched into being in front of you. “Good morning.”

You let out a shriek, hand clasping over your mouth as you jumped at the sudden sight and sound before staring at this strange holographic figure in front of you - glitching slightly with it’s movement. You opened your mouth to speak, before closing it, remembering the whole ‘telepathy’ shit. “Good morning?”

“Is this to your liking?” Your SQUIP walked over towards your door, and you just sort of sat there staring at it’s newfound presence. “I can adjust as necessary, but-”

“It’s fine.”

It shot a small frown at you, but looked toward your closet. “We need to discuss this Jeremy that you’re into.”

“What about him?” You bit the inside of your cheek, combing your fingers through your hair. There... was honestly a lot to unpack about Jeremy, if you were honest.

The figure glitched before you, staring at your closet doors. Taking the hint, you walked over, pulling the doors open as you swore you saw a small smirk play upon it’s lips - and, to be honest, you weren’t sure why. “Why Jeremy? There are far more popular boys and girls at Middleborough that would benefit you more to date. For example,” it paused, analyzing as you watched the faintest trace of binary flash through it’s eyes, “Jake Dillinger: kicker for the football team, very attractive, popular... or Brooke Lohst: popular, pretty, and...” It paused again, “... Jake would be better for you.”

Had you thought about dating Jake Dillinger? Sure - a lot of people fantasized about it at least once or twice, because he was Jake Dillinger. But nonetheless, you never had a connection with Jake. Not like you did with Jeremy. “I don’t... I don’t want to date Jake. He’s cute and all, but... I like Jeremy. I want to talk to him again.” Shifting your weight, you stared into the back of your closet absentmindedly. “I miss him.”

Your SQUIP reached past you, fingers fazing through the articles of clothing hanging up before finally withdrawing it’s hands. Slowly, it extended its arm once more, tapping towards a piece of clothing, “take this out. You need to put all of this away - it isn’t cold enough for you to wear things this heavy,” it glanced back at you as you reached out, pulling article after article out of your closet, “once the weather gets colder, then you can bring back... this. But for now, you need to dress to accentuate your figure, [y/n]. Stop hiding.” Over the next few minutes, your hands begun to move on their own as the SQUIP took control, tired of your slowness compared to its own movements. Soon enough, your closet was thinned out a fair amount. How many hoodies did you own? “Too many. We need to buy you more clothing.”

“You do realize I spent all my money on you, right?” You turned to your bed, the mountain of clothes sitting there. As you moved to take care of it, you watched your SQUIP process info once more.

“Thrift shops are an alternative.”

“I know, but have you considered...” You stopped folding one of your hoodies, looking back to the SQUIP, “I literally just spent all my money on you?”

“Save up.”

You stopped what you’d been doing. “What?”

“You receive a weekly allowance. Besides...” It paused, a small smirk playing at the corner of its lips, “if my calculations are correct, you may have work lined up for you right about-”

As if on cue, your phone buzzed against your nightstand. Your gaze didn’t leave your SQUIP’s form as you reached to pick it up, finding your aunt’s name scrawled across the screen. You answered, pulling the phone up to your ear only to have a request: babysitting, because somebody got into another fight and she can’t trust him to stay there alone - and then rattled off more information, talking about how Sarah has a ballet recital, and Katherine’s science project is due Monday, and in an attempt to break away from the phone call, you quickly informed her you’d be over whenever she needed you. Delighted, she gave you a time and thanked you a thousand times before saying she’d see you later.

Immediately, your focus was on your SQUIP. “How the fuck did you know that?”

“I see possible routes and events. This was just one of them, as, judging by your memories, there was a note about your cousin’s upcoming recital - and, knowing Thomas and Katherine would have their own reasons to not go, your aunts would call you to babysit.” You furrowed your brow, trying to process what it’d just told you before it finally let out a sigh. “Try not to think of it. I’ll take care of conjuring these things. All you need to do is listen.”

You hesitated to agree.

Babysitting your cousins earned you roughly fifty bucks - which was enough for you to dip into a thrift store and find a few things that your SQUIP approved of. Come Monday, you were sporting a pretty sweet jean jacket-hoodie combo and you’d found a pair of black jeans that fit rather nicely. It wasn’t much, but it was a difference from the you that hid themself as best as they could. You looked... different. You felt different, staring at yourself in the mirror, your Hylian shield pin gleaming in the light and reminding you of the battle you had over it with the SQUIP - it advocating against, and you for in an attempt to have some sort of familiarity - that you were surprised to have won. In exchange, your SQUIP directed you away from the cafeteria come lunch time.

“You’ll still have time to eat,” it clarified, “we just have some business to take care of first.”

“Okay,” you watched as it trailed in front of you, hands folded behind its back, shoulders squared and just oozing confidence you wish you had. “What business?”

It peered over it’s shoulder at you, before turning it’s attention back to where you were going. “We need to get you involved in the show. If you want to get close to Jeremy, you have to spend time with him first.”

“Wait - but it was already cast a few weeks ago, it’s not like I can-”

“There’s more to a play than acting, [y/n].” Your SQUIP faltered in it’s gait for a moment, “Perhaps it’s useful you’re an artist.”

The two of you neared Reyes’s classroom, chatter loud and clear. Mr.Reyes with his strong, clear voice - and then you could hear Christine Canigula, chipper as ever, and you couldn’t fight back a small smile at the mere passion she held for theatre. Standing out of sight, you gathered your confidence as best as you - it was only Mr.Reyes and Christine, after all. You could handle talking to them, finding a place for you to help out. This was going to be fine-

And then you heard him, The moment Jeremy’s voice rang out, you turned on your heel and ducked into a bathroom - your SQUIP rematerializing in front of you as you checked the stalls. Once you confirmed you were alone, you turned to face your SQUIP, its eyes pinned to you with utmost boredom.

“What the fuck!” You hissed, keeping your voice quiet and low. “I can’t go in there if Jeremy’s - did you know he was going to be here?”

“Stop speaking aloud.” It chided you, before pressing its lips together. “And... Yes. The probability was high, but this is good for us. Now Jeremy will see you’re serious about this - he’ll see that you’re passionate about art. And theatre, I suppose. Calm down,” it’s voice goes softer, “you’ll do fine. I’m here.”

You nodded slowly, turning and walking towards the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror. With a sigh, you turned back to your SQUIP, fingers grazing the cold porcelain as you nodded. “Alright,” you finally said, “what’s the plan?”

It smiled. “As I said before - we need you to be involved in the show. Perhaps you could put those art skills of you to good use and paint scenery - or you could be running crew. Both gives you a good excuse to stay in the auditorium and near Jeremy.” It walked behind you, pressing a hand against your back, “straighten up. You need to be confident. You’ve got this.”

You turned, looking up at it. “And if I don’t?”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

After a moment of hesitating, you finally nodded. What do you have to be afraid of? You took a deep breath, slowly exhaling as you stepped out of the bathroom and towards the classroom. Once more, you hesitated outside of the door, your SQUIP giving you a small nod as you finally knocked. When you stepped in, Jeremy’s eyes widened.

“[y/n]?” He said, brows furrowed as you walked closer into the room.

You uttered some sort of greeting, Mr.Reyes making some quip about not having any money for cookies as you grew nearer. You forced a laugh.

Your SQUIP’s laid a hand on your shoulder. “Ask.”

So you did. “I was wondering if there’s anything I could do for the play?” You fought to keep your voice steady, anxiety already biting at you. Your hands slowly drifted towards one another, only for a small shock to tear your fingers apart before your habit could bubble up.

“...Really?” Mr.Reyes said, watching you - as if this was some weird prank. Maybe drama wasn’t nearly as popular here as you thought, considering what you’d heard about the cast....

With a nod, you spoke again, “I haven’t really been into theatre for long-”

“But you’ve always wanted to try.” Your SQUIP said, and you nearly nodded except for the thought of how weird that would make you look. Gently, it’s hand landed on your shoulder. “Calm down. I’m right here.”

“I’ve always wanted to try, though. And I thought that maybe-”

“You’d start with crew and audition for the spring show.”

“-I’d, uh, start with backstage stuff and, uh, audition for the spring show?” You tried to make your words flow together effortlessly, as if you weren’t being fed lines - and, somehow, they bought it.

Mr.Reyes nodded slowly, before looking over to Christine and smiling as he turned back to you and launched into an oddly dramatic speech about the importance of a production team, and how - if you’re interested - there’s a few zombies that they’ll need stage makeup for. But his words began to fall into meaningless dribble behind you as you caught a glimpse of your SQUIP trailing around to where Jeremy sat, giving him a slow once over. And slowly, it’s gaze turned to Christine, lips pressed into a thin line. Part of you was terrified of whatever it was thinking, about what judgement it was passing on Jeremy... the other was merely curious. Perhaps it had a better idea about-

“As soon as you’ll need me,” the words were out of your mouth before you could even process what happened. The blend of your voice alongside your SQUIP’s as it spoke for you, and then the soft whisper of a “you’re welcome” was enough to give you goosebumps. But then Jeremy smiled at you, and everything that felt wrong melted away in an instant.

After school, you’d typically be driving to the mall or driving home to sit around and either play video games or draw until your homework became too pressing. But this time you shoved your books into your bag and walked from your last class to the auditorium at the request of Mr.Reyes - who wanted you to watch rehearsal and get a feel for the show. When you nearly asked if that could wait until tomorrow, your SQUIP chastised you immediately - this was a chance to get close to Jeremy. So you smiled and agreed, shooting a quick text to your parents so they wouldn’t worry if rehearsal ran late, and hesitated outside of the doors for a moment. Gathering your courage, you pulled the door open to find the room completely empty as you walked down towards the front row, slinging your bag into a chair and sitting in wait for anyone to show up. Part of you hoped it’d be Rich first, because then at least it’d be a friendly face - and you could maybe ask some questions if you had them, considering he knew more about SQUIPs than you did.

Your SQUIP materialized in front of you, arms folded across it’s chest. “Jeremy will be arriving soon. You have approximately four minutes and twenty seconds alone with him.” When you snorted, it merely glared before looking past you.

“Sorry.” Then you felt a shock travel to your fingers, tearing them away from one another as you looked up. “What the fuck-”

“You were picking at your nails again. You need to stop.” It sighed as it looked back to you, “we need to make the most of this time alone. It is imperative you make a good impression.” It trailed past you, aimlessly wandering back and forth as you stopped paying attention for a moment.

The sound of the doors opening with a screech caught your attention, the loud whine making you turn to see Jeremy hesitating for a moment upon seeing that the room wasn’t empty. But the moment you laid eyes on him, he continued down, fingers curled tightly around the straps of his bag. Ever so slightly, he relaxed as he drew nearer to you.

“Hey,” you called out with a smile, “how are you?”

He was caught off-guard for a moment. “Fine. Why are you here?” He stopped near you, swinging his backpack into a seat and unzipping it.

“Reyes asked-”

“No, I know that - I just- I mean- why are you here?” He paused for a moment, fishing around in his bag, before tacking on “I thought you weren’t into theatre.”

Shit. “I, uh-”

“It’s a recent interest. You’re exploring your options.”

You swallowed your panic. “It’s, uh, a recent thing. I, uh, wanted to maybe try something new...”

Jeremy looked over at you, still suspicious, before he looked back to his bag. Shit. “Okaaaaay,” he said, obviously not entirely convinced by your answer. He paused, finally finding what he was looking for as he pulled out a thick script with pages tabbed with different colors, and then he looked back at you. “Shit, sorry, I just- I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“No, it’s - it’s fine, Jeremy,” you insisted. The SQUIP phased through him, side-stepping and nodding towards his script. You continued on, “So, uh, who are you?”

For a moment he stood there, just staring at you with furrowed brow and utter confusion written on his face before he finally glanced down to what he was holding. “Oh! Uh, Lysander.”

“That’s great!” You chirped, trying to play it off as if you knew who that was.

“Ask him if he needs help with lines.”

“So, uh, Jeremy,” you started, “if you ever need help running lines - I’m, uh, I’m here.”

“I’m fine.” He said, “I’m sorry, I just - you never mentioned being into this stuff before, so...”

“I mean - it’s been a while...” You trailed off. Uncertainty began to leak in as the conversation died down, and then before you could process what was happening, you were speaking. “I’m really excited to see you perform, Jeremy. I’m sure you’ll be amazing.”

His cheeks grew pink as he fumbled with the script slightly, looking away from you in some attempt to compose himself. “Oh. Uh. Thanks, I guess. But you should really see Christine,” he began to smile, face red, “I mean - she’s the real star, y’know?” He looked back at you, completely starry-eyed. “Have you seen her act?” Fuck. “She’s just - she’s amazing, [y/n]...”

The door screeching open was your cue to bolt out of your seat, coming up with some excuse as you tore past Brooke and Jenna and down the hall. Your breath caught in your chest, as you turned a corner and pressed your back against the lockers as panic filled your every thought. Your SQUIP materialized in front of you once more, watching as your breath grew quick and tears began to stream down your face. Fuck, you should have known Jeremy would still be in love with her - but you didn’t think he’d forget you were with him the first time he saw her perform. It had been you and him and Michael. Just as it always was. And now, when you need someone, your SQUIP stood idly by, staring down at the ground with furrowed brow and jaw clenched, arms folded tightly over it’s chest. You focused on slowing your breathing, trying to calm down for a moment - just a moment to resurface yourself back to reality.

You finally looked back at your SQUIP, growing frustrated. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“I’m processing.” It merely stated, “are you certain you want to keep pursuing Jeremy? There are other students at this school who don’t harbor feelings for Christine Canigula. Jake Dillinger, from my calculations - or that boy in broadcasting, Link. He’s also attractive. Brooke Lohst is also attractive and would be more than willing to-”

“No!” You snapped, before calming down. “Are you - you’re saying this is hopeless, isn’t it?”

Your SQUIP pinched the bridge of it’s nose, growing more frustrated and leaving you to grow more anxious. “No. I’m saying pursuing Jeremy will be difficult considering we have to account for his feelings for Christine. We just have to show him that you would be a much better match for him,” your SQUIP said, staring at you.

“But how-”

The moment you heard footsteps echoing from around the corner, your SQUIP looked back at you - and, for a split second, you thought you saw a smirk. “Tear ducts, activate.”

That was the moment everything in your world started to tumble down.

#mj's writing corner #bmc imagine #bmc reader insert #bmc x reader #be more chill imagine #be more chill reader insert #be more chill x reader #jeremy heere #jeremy heere x reader #jeremy heere imagine

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