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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years ago

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Can we get the story of Cil's little brother??

Oh you absolutely can. You guys can hate Cil all you want, in fact I encourage it, but here, you gotta cut him SOME slack.

"Aaaaand new time! Good job, boys!"

"Ha! Eat SHIT losers!"

The two finished the obstacle course, finishing ahead of their class, as per usual. The twins always did better than their class, and always did better together. The younger brother wrapped his arm around his brother's head, ruffling his hair.

"Couldn't have done it without the world's best, smallest big brother!"

Despite the fact that he was older, he was shorter. He chuckled, trying and failing to push him away.

"And I've got the world's most annoying, biggest little brother. Now quit it, you're embarrassing me!"

Aside from their size, they were also separated by their hairdo. The oldest had long, done up hair that was done appropriately. The younger had short, almost mowhawk type hair. Improper, but he was always like that. The younger brother was about to let him go, when his eyes drifted to the class doing their own thing just on the other side of the room. The girl's exclusive class. He used his big brother as a placement for him to lean on, and whistled at the girls.

"Yo! Ladies! Looking GOOD out there, top form!"

The girls looked at each other, breaking out into giggles. The older groaned.

"Dude get off- and quit talking to girls, you get all gross."

"Hey, girls are nice, big bro. Maybe you're just a late bloomer. But girls are nice. Especially when you get them flustered. Watch this."

He lifted his mask up, just a bit, and stuck his tongue out between his fingers. Moving your mask to reveal your chin was considered scandalous, this was like walking around, ass out, with a tattoo that said 'I'm a whore'. The girls ERUPTED into giggles. They were only thirteen, and yet, the younger one was just ADORED by the ladies. EVERY woman liked him. Every woman was soft for him. All but one.

"You put your mask down, young man."

They immediately stood to attention, standing properly. Their mother. She was a beautiful woman, in voice and in figure. But she was cold, abrasive to her children. He could only recall his last embrace from her as a baby, nursing from her. Their father joined In the conversation, hand at her hip. He was a tall, proud blademaster, just as she was. Though, he was big, burly, slightly dull witted. He always thought of them as like a bear and a cobra. He spoke up, keeping his wife from continuing.

"You two did the track quicker yesterday. You were showing off for the girls again, weren't you, boy?"

The younger shrugged.

"Maybe...a little. What? Swan is cute~"

Yigas, unless important, didn't have names. Instead, they used defining characteristics about each other. The younger brother was often called 'mowhawk', and the brothers together were called 'the twins', and the girl in particular was called 'Swan', given her swan hairclip. She turned upon hearing her name, just a bit, giving him a little wave of her fingers. He waved back, only to immediately stop once he noticed mother did NOT like that.

"You have plenty of time for a wife when we find one for you. Come, it's time to eat. We're having fried eggs."

The two grinned at each other. Say what you will about her maternal skills, woman could make the best eggs you've ever had. They made their way to their own room (yiga blade masters often had small 'homes' within the base to raise their young), and the boys immediately set the table. They were surprised when they were asked to make room for another, when said guest made his appearance. Gregor. Aka, THE bodyguard of THE Master Kohga. Mowhawk leaned to his brother's space, not wanting his whisper to he heard.

"I heard he's so strong, he cracked a bear's head like a nut."

"I heard he's so cool, even ice thinks it needs to wear a jacket."

"...mine's way better. Why do you think he's here?"

"Dunno, lets go find out!"

The two rushed to the table, immediately bowing in respect of their elder.

"Ah, there are the boys. You're why I'm here."

The twins looked at one another, before gulping.

"Are we in trouble?"

"Whatever we're accused of, he did it."

"W-hey!"

Gregor shook his head, silent as he accepted his drink from their mother.

"Nein. I'm here because I saw you on the course today. Excellent timing."

"We try."

"He slows me down, but we manage."

It was a joke, but their laughter quickly died down upon his stern disposition. They were happy dinner was so quick, just to give them something to focus on instead of him. There was mumbled between the grown ups, but otherwise dinner was silent. They finished, and were about to excuse themselves, when Gregor spoke up.

"You boys are going to be blade masters soon, yes?"

The younger brother tried to shield his brother, while still holding an air of respect.

"Yeah. Why?"

"I'd like to give you advice. The trials...they may not always be pretty. But it's uglier to fail. There is no shame in being just footsoldier-"

The older one interrupted him, despite it being poor manners.

"No! We're gonna be blademasters! Me AND my brother! Names and everything!"

He found himself shrinking at the eyes upon him, even his brother's. Their father wiped his mouth, before starting to pick up the table.

"Get ready for bed, and thank Gregor for his advice."

"...thank you, commander Gregor."

They snuck off to their rooms, and there was a moment of reprieve, both of them shoving one another as they brushed their teeth. The younger one tussled his brother's hair playfully.

"You thought about what name you'd WANT, big bro?"

"Not my choice, remember? We get ours picked. Why, you thought of yours?"

"Yeah actually. I kinda like 'Will'."

"...wow. Lame."

"Hey, think about it!"

He laughed as they made it to their bunk beds. As usual, his younger brother got the bottom bunk, while he got the top.

"Will rhymes with lots of cool stuff! Like here, random sentence- I am the Will with the skill to thrill you with my quill- see? Easy!"

"You've thought about this before, clearly."

"Hey, I'm excited! And you know, no matter what we gotta do to prove that we're worth it, we got this. You and me."

He did his high five with his brother, and he was about to head to bed, when their door opened. Their mother.

"We need to talk."

His younger brother rolled over, making it very clear that she wasn't talking to him. He followed her mother to her room, and he knelt in front of her, as many yiga children did to show respect to their parents. She softly patted his head, so soothingly, it felt foreign to him.

"Mother?"

"I believe in you. I knew, from the moment you were born, that you were meant to serve and protect the clan. You're so devoted. Even in the way you wear your hair. But your brother...he is rebellious. I do not have the same faith in him."

Despite the praise, the words hurt him. His brother was his best friend, and he was as capable as anyone else in their age group, maybe even above that.

"Why are you...telling me this?"

"You know what happens when yiga's fail their trial."

Course he did. By ten, they all knew what it meant to fail. He nodded.

"They're killed. Often publicly. We do not tolerate failure."

"Correct. And I'd desperately hate to see that for your dear brother. However, I know you both are too determined to quit. So, I have been allowed to give you both your own trial, to prepare you for the world."

He said nothing. A mother's touch should make him feel calm, but he was scared. He was terrified.

"I...I want father-"

"I am issuing your challenge. Not him. I want you to spare the family the anguish, and end your brother for us."

He snapped his head up so fast at her. She was so cold, so unfeeling, as if she was a stranger.

"I c-can't! I-"

"He will fail future trials. He will be killed. Spare our family the anguish. For if you don't, I will. And you don't want that for your mother, do you?"

He wasn't convinced. At least, not until she brought her mask to his, gently bumping the wood together.

"He'd appreciate you taking the honor. I know he would."

He forced his body not to shake. No one should be able to hurt his kin. If someone HAD to...it had to be him.

"Yes, mother."

"Good boy."

She let him walk back into his room. His brother was sleeping, snoring even. He shakily grabbed his pillow, and as silent as a mouse, climbed up the bunk

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry! I PROMISE I'm sorry!"

He pushed his night mask up, just enough to reveal his nose and mouth. Then, he put the pillow over it, and put his weight on him. There was nothing at first. Then squirming. Then a muffled scream as he awoke. He pushed him off quickly, backing up as he stared at him. He was shaking. He was scared. So was he.

"WHAT ARE YOU-"

He dove for him again, and he managed to keep him down for a moment, before he was pushed off onto the floor. He groaned as his back hit the floor, and his brother sat on top of him, pinning him to the floor.

"What are you DOING?! What's gotten into you?!"

His mask was slightly illuminated as the door opened. Their mother was standing there, watching. It was then it seemed to click for him, and he peered down at him in disbelief.

"No. No no, listen, we don't have to do this. I don't know what she said, but we can do it tog-"

He reached for the sickle under his bed, and slice. His brother jumped off of him, dodging, but barely. The scratch left a red mark on his brother's skin, he could see through the tear in his uniform. He forced himself to his feet, trying not to shake as he held the weapon in his hand.

"I love you. I'm s-sorry. You can fight me back. Please, fight me back. It has go be one of us, and I can't...I can't see you suffer."

His brother held his hands up, shaking his head a little bit.

"No. We CAN do it. I'm not fighting you-"

"What if you HAVE to?! If you say no, you'll die! It's...better this way."

His brother knew there was no talking him out of it. They both knew. He tried to run past him, and he almost made it, had he known EXACTLY how his brother would move. He sent him down to the floor again, and sliced.

His brother screamed. He couldn't understand the words, just that they were full of anguish. The sound of steel going through meat. The sound of his fingers tugging against his clothes. The sound of feet scrambling against the floor. The sound of silence from his mouth. But he kept going. Kept cutting, and cutting, and cutting. No matter how warm and sticky his hands and his arms and his chest got. He didn't stop.

Not until there was no more movement. He looked down at the mess, and it was a mess of red, sticky meat and bone. Whatever was left was still pulsing, as if trying to call for help. He almost tripped as he got off of him, and turned to his mother.

"M-mom-"

She struck him. Struck him hard enough in the face to knock his mask off, and to make him yelp in pain. He held onto his cheek as he looked at his mother, searching for some, if any comfort.

"You were sloppy. Slow. You could've done better. You, attend to your son. I'm too disappointed to look at him."

She walked away just in time to trade with his father. Behind the mask, his father's face held sadness, pity. He put his hands on his shoulders, and carefully walked him to the bathroom.

"I'll help you. You have some in your hair."

He needed his fathers help stripping himself free of his clothes. They felt sticky. Gross. He didn't like it. His father helped him wash the mess from his frame, from his hair. While the action was automatic in nature, his father made it feel...comforting. Even as they sat in silence, he found some solace in having just one touch that didn't hurt him. Once he was clean, his father dried him off with a towel, before kneeling down to look at him.

"I'm sorry your mother asked you to do that. You're a brave young man. I'm very proud that I'm your father."

"...did...did I do bad?"

"No. Your mom is just...fickle, like many women. But, we need to keep her happy. So, I need you to put your clothes on, and be brave one more time for me, okay?"

He didn’t understand. What more could he do? He put his clothes back on, and walked back into the room where it happened. He was still there.

"W-wait, why isn't it gone? Dad-"

"Your mother wants you to think about what you did wrong, and what you can do to improve in the future. I'll take care of it in the morning."

"No! No no no please-"

His father shut the door, and closed it. He felt himself sink to the floor, trying to steady his breathing.

"B-brother? Are you...still there? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, say something. Please."

He tried to sleep. But his eyes bore into him, unforgiving and punishing. No matter where he stood, no matter where he tried to hide. He sat there. Watching. Flinching. Leaking.

"Yohoo? Earth to Cil."

Cil jumped a bit as he came back from his flashback. He wasn't in the room anymore. He was out having drinks with Von and Sooga. His straw had been chewed to bits in his thoughts.

"Sorry...what were we talking about?"

"About what you had to do to graduate!"

Right. He remembered now. He shrugged, keeping his straw in his mouth as he shook his cup full of ice at the bartender.

"Nothing too bad. Just had to kill a weak link. That's all."

He didn't listen as Von talked about his own graduation. He just wanted to drink, and wanted to forget, just for now.

#asks #cil #von #gore #yeah Cil #didn't have great parents #he doesn't like talking about it #not even to kohga

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audiophiliacfan · 3 years ago

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D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey [Lil Nas X:] Baby back, aye Couple racks, aye Couple Grammys on him Couple plaques, aye That's a fact, aye Throw it back, aye Throw it back, aye And this one is for the champions I ain't lost since I began, yuh Funny how you said it was the end, yuh Then I went did it again, yuh I told you long ago, on the road I got what they're waitin' for I don't run from nothin', dog Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low You was never really rootin' for me anyway When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say "He don't run from nothin', dog" Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over Uh, need to Uh, need to get this album done Need a couple number ones Need a plaque on every song Need me like one with Nicki now Tell a rap nigga, "I don't see ya", ha I'ma pop nigga like Bieber, ha I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, ha But these niggas bitches like Madea Yeah, yeah, yeah Ay, oh let's do it I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit I blew up now everybody tryna sue me You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yah And this one is for the champions I ain't lost since I began, yuh Funny how you said it was the end, yuh Then I went did it again, yuh I told you long ago, on the road I got what they're waitin' for (I got what they're waitin' for) I don't run from nothin', dog Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from no one) You was never really rootin' for me anyway (Ooh, ooh) When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say (Ooh, ooh) "He don't run from nothin', dog" Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over (yeah) [Jack Harlow:] My track record so clean They couldn't wait to just bash me I must be gettin' too flashy Y'all shouldn't let the world gas me (woo) It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay and these girls know that I'm nasty I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her ass cheek City talkin', we takin' notes Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts Wish he could but he can't get close OG so proud of me that he chokin' up while he makin' toasts I'm the type that you can't control Said I would then I made it so I don't clear up rumors (aye) Where's y'all sense of humor? (aye) I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomers Turn my haters to consumers I make vets feel like they're juniors (juniors) Say your time is comin' soon but just like Oklahoma Mine is comin' sooner I'm just a late bloomer I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter (woo) All these social networks and computers Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers [Lil Nas X:] I told you long ago, on the road I got what they're waitin' for (I got what they're waitin' for) I don't run from nothin', dog Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from no one) You was never really rootin' for me anyway When I'm back up at the top I wanna hear you say "He don't run from nothin', dog" Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over Yeah I'm the industry baby I'm the industry baby Yeah

#Spotify #Lyrics #Song #Music #Lil Nas X #Jack Harlow #Feat. Jack Harlow #Featuring Jack Harlow #Industry Baby

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coll2mitts · 4 years ago

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#77 Grease (1978)

Slick your hair back and grab your team jacket, we’re hand-jiving our way through Grease, a movie about bunch of hot, self-motivated ladies with their whole futures ahead of them settling for a bunch of schmucks.

Grease is a strange experience to relive as an adult, because it was (as I suspect with a lot of people) ever-present in my childhood, and I didn’t understand the great majority of references then. This movie was intended as an 8th birthday present from my mother; I came home from school one day and the VHS was sitting on our kitchen countertop unwrapped. I didn’t recognize it, so when I asked my mom what it was, she feigned confusion for about 10 seconds before she gave up and said, “I bought it for your birthday, I guess you get it early now.�� She promised me I’d like it when I popped it into the VHS player, and she wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t watched this movie in over a decade and I still could recite the majority of the dialogue.

While this movie is a toned down significantly from the stage show, it is still fairly raunchy in parts. What is kind of hilarious to me is Grease’s gradual shift in categorization over time as a “kids musical”. In 5th grade, my sister played Sandy in her elementary school’s production of it. I asked if she remembered any of the lines they changed to keep things “appropriate” (the Kidz Bopification, if you will) and she responded, “No, I just thought it was weird I had to go out and buy a sexy outfit.” Conversely, my 5th grade play was about the history of America and I dressed up like Martha Washington. I’ll never forget the 50 Nifty United States from 13 original colonies... SHOUT ‘em, SCOUT ‘em, TELL all about 'em, ONE BY ONE till we’ve given a day to every state in the U-S-A. AL-A-bama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, CON-NE-TI-CUT...

Anyway, do I think it’s weird that a movie about a bunch of horny teenagers has become Baby’s First Adult Musical? Sorta. Not really. I mean, the dudes act like children for the majority of this, so I’m not surprised, at least. It had, for sure, turned me off from wanting to date high school dudes when I was in high school. The high school girls, however... we’ll get there.

It’s the first day of school, and the oldest high school seniors I’ve ever seen are poised to take on their last year at Rydell High. The “T” Birds and their very uncool matching jackets are reunited after a summer apart and their super-senior leader Kenickie, played by the late Jeff Conaway, regales the tale of lugging boxes to earn money for a sweet ride, which you could feasibly do back in the 1950s. Danny, played by John Travolta, spent his summer getting action at the beach, which he eloquently describes as “flippin’”.

Frenchy and her new neighbor Sandy rendezvous with the Pink Ladies, who have very cool matching jackets and the unabashed confidence to go with them. Stockard Channing, who plays Rizzo, is turned off by Sandy’s pure, seemingly holier-than-thou persona, and is dismayed when Sandy starts to describe her sickly sweet summer romance. Her interest is only piqued when Sandy mentions her hunky date was notorious playboy and Rizzo’s ex, Danny Zuko.

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Sidenote: When I was a child, I thought Sonny asked if her “jugs were bigger than her nets”. I asked my mother what “nets” were, since I surmised that jugs meant breasts, and she didn’t know, which I thought was weird. It wasn’t until THIS MOMENT that I realized he was asking if her jugs were bigger than Annette’s. Who the fuck is Annette? Like the Mickey Mouseketeer Annette?! Rizzo sings about her later and I’m just like.. this revelation has lead to more questions than answers.

Rizzo hatches a plan to call Danny out on his shit and reunite Sandy with Danny at the school pep rally, as they know her boyfriend is an asshat. He predictably reacts maturely; Not wanting to admit his previous story of getting fresh with some cute Australian girl down in the sand was somewhat hyperbolic, he plays it off like he doesn’t give a shit about her, reducing Sandy to tears. Frenchy comforts Sandy like the supportive queen that she is and invites her to join the Pink Ladies at a sleepover.

Honestly, a Pink Ladies sleepover looks lit as fuck. As a kid (and now, tbh) I was Jan, I wanted to be Marty, I wanted to fuck Rizzo, and I wanted Frenchy as my best friend. I would totally be down to drink champagne, eat Twinkies and mutilate our body parts with needles. Sandy is a bit of a late bloomer and reacts to these series of events by puking. Rizzo decides to be a bit of a slag and make fun of Sandy for being an inexperienced virgin before shimming down a drainpipe to get laid by some jerk with a shitty car and a 6-year-old condom.

Sandy, whose night has done nothing to alleviate her heartbreak, sings a song about being in love with a coward. Part of the deal Oliva Newton-John signed to be cast in this movie specified she have her own solo number, so “Hopelessly Devoted” was written and filmed after the rest of the movie had been completed. This feel pretty obvious, since it gives off a very strong 1970s pop Best Original Song vibe. When I was a kid, I used this song as a break to use the bathroom or grab a snack, but as an adult I find myself humming it every so often.

Speaking of contract-obligated solos, we’re treated to a Travolta-led “Greased Lightning”, which I always thought was weird, cause like, who is going to sing a song about their friend getting tit in their sweet car? Jeff Conaway played Danny on Broadway, he deserved better... Also, I’m CONVINCED this song got the Pop-Up Video treatment, but couldn’t find it online anywhere. Otherwise, how the hell else would the fact that they thought John Travolta putting the saran wrap on his crotch was too racy live rent free in my head for like 20 years?

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After encountering Sandy on a date with a jock, Danny decides he’s going to join a sports team to prove to her he can be a motivated team player. Instead, he just physically assaults several members of his school, but it’s fine because he’s wearing a uniform when he does it. This is enough to impress Sandy, as she accepts Danny’s invitation to the school dance.

The other gang members are going through their own drama, as Rizzo is sick of giving it up to Kenickie without receiving a modicum of respect.

“A hickey from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card. When you care enough to send the very best.”

Danny regresses and continues to act like a shithead to Sandy in front of her friends.

“I don’t like tea.” “You don’t have to drink tea!” “Well, I don’t like parents.”

Jan and Putzie begin an innocent and adorable romance, which proves it’s possible to start off a relationship with mutual respect, even if your friends make fun of you for it.

“I also think there’s more to you than just fat.” “...Thanks.”

I love this scene, there’s so many good lines.

Frenchy, who had dropped out of Rydell to pursue a career in cosmetology, is also in crisis as her stint in beauty school went very poorly. After hours, she somehow hallucinates Frankie Avalon advising her to get her high school degree.

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As a child, I was so proud of myself when I realized all these women played other roles in the movie, as if facial recognition was an important skill.

The day of the big dance finally arrives, as National Bandstand comes to Rydell High with roofie-wielding predator and television host Vince Fontaine. Rizzo arrives with the leader of the rival gang, while Kenickie has his best girl, Cha Cha, as his date, because they are both very well-adjusted teenagers that know how to work through conflict by communicating and not using desperate attempts to make each other jealous. Danny and Sandy are cutting up a rug until Sonny attempts to physically assault Sandy, and Danny just lets it happen because another one of his exes, Cha Cha, starts to dance with him while Sandy is rebuffing Sonny’s advances. Cha Cha and Danny subsequently win the contest. Honestly, this is so fucked up, I would have dropped Danny after this lapse of good judgement.

But no, Sandy still allows him to take her on a date to the drive-in, and it’s not until he elbows her in the boob and then tries to cop a feel in front of everybody that she finally blows him off. Then he has the absolute gall to act emo about it because he’s afraid people will think he’s a loser. Jesus Christ.

Kenickie is also hurting, as he discovers that Rizzo is pregnant and she doesn’t want anything to do with him, regardless of what being an unwed mother will do to her reputation. He decides to process these emotions by racing Greased Lighting for pink slips, as he likes to live his life a quarter mile at a time. Unfortunately, Danny steals Kenickie’s thunder (road) yet again, as he’s forced to take his place in the race because of a car door-related closed head injury. Sandy is impressed by Danny’s driving skillz and decides to sex herself up for an unreliable and emotionally manipulative teenager. Danny has a similar inclination and decides to put on a nice sweater to win Sandy back, which is something, I guess. They declare they’re the one each other needs, oh yes indeed.

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The school year ends, and all the boys end up paired with the girls. Rizzo finds out she’s not pregnant and reunites with Kenickie?! Marty ends up with Sonny even though he’s a handsy creep. Danny and Sandy are just an mess with incompatible expectations of each other. But at least Jan and Putzie and Frenchy and Doodie are fairly inoffensive. The end.

This movie is great, even all these years later. The entire cast is fantastic, even those with smaller bit parts. I was *living* for the school staff, Principal McGee and Coach Calhoun especially. Grease also jump started my lifelong love for Stockard Channing. She’s great in The West Wing, but her part as Sister Husband in Where the Heart Is may be my favorite performance of hers. I’ve watched that movie so many times I can’t even call it a guilty pleasure, I love it so much.

Olivia Newton-John wasn’t even sure she wanted to be in this movie and requested a screen test so she could see if she was good at acting. John Travolta was enamored with her and helped convince Olivia she was perfect for the part, and he wasn’t wrong. She gives such a strong performance as Sandy; I bought her transformation from clean-cut cinnamon roll to sexpot completely. John Travolta was also unbelievably charming as Danny, and I found myself giggling at his line deliveries constantly.

The songs are also unbelievably catchy (albeit somewhat annoying after you’ve heard them 700 times). Barry Gibb, my favorite Pras-adjacent composer, wrote the theme for the movie and it just bops so hard. As a well-documented detractor of Doo Wop music, there’s not a whole lot else here for me, but that’s not going to blind me to the excellence of this soundtrack. There is a reason this movie is revered as much as it is. 10/10, fun for the whole family, as long as the kids don’t understand the references.

#100 best musical movies of all time rotten tomatoes #unwarranted opinion #grease

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talesfromthesnogbox · 5 years ago

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Big (Trash) Mouth

Summary: Richie Tozier is an already overall awkward human being, the absolute last thing he needed was an untimely visit from Maury, his hormone monster.The Big Mouth x It (2017) crossover I apparently needed but couldn't find.

Word Count: 4164

Notes: Soooooo yeah, I posted something on tumblr a little while ago about how I needed this crossover and nobody took the bait so I took it myself. I've never written for It or for Big Mouth, so I'm sure this is all wildly out of character, but whatever, it sparked joy. It was... interesting attempting to write this and not say a lot of the things I knew Richie would say, but I didn't want to go there being in my mid 20's and writing 15 year olds. So yeah. Enjoy?

P.S. I totally headcanon Maggie and Went Tozier to be EXACTLY like Mr and Mrs Birch if you’ve seen Big Mouth, so I wrote them that way.

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Big Trash Mouth

“Late bloomer”. It’s something Richie had heard his whole life.

Late to start talking, walking, late to potty train, and now…

“Bill, when the hell did you decide to grow a mustache?”

Richie rolled his eyes as his friends fawned over how masculine it made him look. Their voices all deeper, bodies filling out the way they should be. He was fourteen and still gangly as ever, the only thing that had changed with Richie was his height. He now towered over his friends, but still had the awkward squeaky voice. His cheeks were still filled with baby fat, and he walked like a newborn giraffe.

All he wished for was to grow up, like his friends were. He talked the big talk, but in reality, Richie was a scared little boy. His heart thudded in his chest when he thought about what his first kiss would be like. Sure, Bill and Bev were really the only two losers who swapped spit on the regular, but Stan had kissed a girl from camp, and Mike had been actively pursuing one of the girls in their year at school after they’d kissed at a birthday party in a round of truth or dare. Eddie always blushed and told them to fuck off whenever he was asked, which left Richie and Ben as the last two losers.

Ben was a romantic, he wanted it to be special, which Richie always fake gagged at before running his mouth about the love of his life, Mrs. K. It was easier to make a joke about it than face up to what he was really thinking about…

It wasn’t that Richie couldn’t see himself settling down one day, or having a crazy whirlwind romance. He was just young, he wasn’t thinking about it. All he wanted was to be with Eddie.

He’d deny it to anyone who asked if he had a crush on Eddie (even to himself). It wasn’t a crush, Eddie was his best friend of all the losers. He knew what they had was special, and he wanted to grow old with him… and be like, best friends forever, ya know?

Nevertheless, Richie would shake off the feeling. He’d shaken it off at twelve, and he was still shaking it off at fifteen… for a little while at least.

It was hot that night, he’d been reading one of his dad’s old Batman comics, and he realized Batman and Robin were a little close for just friends.

“Ha, totally gay.” He’d muttered, trying to ignore the feeling of his heart beating wildly at the thought. Unlike most of his friends, he didn’t see the appeal to characters like Catwoman. She was sexy, sure, but he didn’t feel the attraction to her. But Batman…

A shiver ran through Richie, and suddenly, a rumble came from his closet. He jumped, terrified that the fucking clown might be back again.

“H-hello?” Richie whispered, praying there wouldn’t be an answer. After a moment of silence, he turned back to Batman. The story became lost on Richie, he stopped focusing on what was happening, and continued to zone in on Batman’s well-sculpted body; and then the rattling started again. “Fuck, hello? Eds, did you follow me home again?”

The closet door opened and a dark figure walked out; a big ugly monster, covered in hair revealed himself in the light. “Who the fuck is Eds?”

Richie shouted as the thing came closer. He slapped himself across the face, attempting to wake himself from whatever nightmare he was in, but he wasn’t waking up.

“What’re you doing kid? With the whole… slapping thing?”

“What the fuck are you?” Richie shouted again, adjusting his glasses and scrambling further up his bed.

“Oh, me? I’m Maury! I’m your hormone monster!”

“My what?”

“Your hormone monster! Congrats kid, you’re a man now.” Richie looked at him, confused and a little horrified of the physical monster that had manifested in front of him. “Look Rich, you’re reading a dirty magazine or some shit, your mind wandered for a bit, badda bing badda boom, here I am. So why don’t you… how did you put it… tickle your pickle and call it an evening?”

“What the fuck.”

“What, are you not looking at your dad’s Playboys?” Richie stared at the thing… Maury… in horror for a moment. “No, I’m reading a Batman comic.”

“Odd flex, but okay, I can work with that. Chicks dig a man in a spandex suit, I bet he gets so much pussy.”

~~~*~~~

Richie had barely slept that night. Maury kept him awake, flooding his mind with confusing thoughts and images.

“Wow Rich, you look horrible.”

“Thanks asshole, not looking too shabby yourself.” He snapped back at Stan as they reached the quarry together. He was not in the mood today.

Hanging out at the quarry today instead of the clubhouse turned out to be a blessing and a curse. The cold water woke him up instantly, and soon enough, Richie was back to being the trashmouth they all knew and loved. But shortly after jumping in, Eddie arrived.

Richie’s heart thudded, and a weak smile broke across his face as Eddie dropped his bike, waving to his friends. Then… his clothes started coming off.

“Ohhhh, shit man, I see how it is, that’s Eds.”

He jumped. “Fuck’s sake, you scared the shit outta me.” Maury had appeared out of nowhere, and it put Richie right back into his bad mood.

“Yeah man, who knew short, angry and hypochondriac would be the one to get your motor running. I thought for sure it’d be the tall, leggy redhead.”

“Shut up, Eds does not get my motor running. He’s my best friend.”

“Oh yeah? Tell that to your dick.”

“What? FUCK.” Sure enough, Richie felt the same unfamiliar stirring he’d started feeling the night before low in his belly. He sunk lower in the water, covering his shoulders, moving as far away from his friends as he could.

“Hey Richie!” Eddie yelled. “Get over here, I need a partner for chicken.”

“Oh yeah, chicken is a fave. Think about it Richie, Eddie sitting on your shoulders, it would be so easy to just turn him around and bury your face—”

“FUCK OFF MAURY. I GET IT.”

“Well you obviously don’t. That problem in your pants wasn’t a problem until he showed up.”

“Oh my god, OKAY. I’m attracted to dudes.” Richie hung his head low, his face burning.

“And…”

“And what? I said what I said.”

“Come on man, it goes deeper than that. You’ve had four other dudes in their tighty-whities feet away from you literally all afternoon and you waited till Spaghetti man showed up to pop a boner.”

Richie frowned. “Um, you’re the hormone monster, none of that was my decision apparently.”

“No, but the gay thoughts you’ve been having about Eddie were all yours.”

Before that day, Richie would have denied it until his face turned blue, but finally, he had to come clean with himself.

“Fine, fine. I’m attracted to Eddie; I have gay thoughts about my best friend. I… I l—I like Eddie.”

“Atta boy! Now go tackle him and pretend your hand slipped when you touch his butt.”

~~~*~~~

“Hey Richie, why were you being so weird earlier today?”

Richie spluttered. Bev had always been forward, calling him out on his bullshit, but he didn’t expect that she’d call him out on it today. The two of them had become close. Richie’s mom adored Bev, she was always welcome at the Tozier house for dinner, a sleepover, whatever she needed. He never questioned why his mom let him have a girl sleep over all the time, but now he supposed she had an inkling that he might not think about girls that way.

He leaned back against his headboard and looked straight ahead.

“I… um…”

“I thought it might be the boner you popped when you saw Eddie strip down, but you were quiet all afternoon.”

Richie felt his face pale. “You… what?”

She laughed. “Stan pointed it out, Mike begged us not to say anything after the sleepover incident.”

“Fuck, well that’s embarrassing. I feel like I’ve lost control, my hormones are like a fucking monster, always there, just waiting to attack.” Richie sounds crazy in his own ears.

“Is it weird that I understand?” Richie looks at her curiously. “Sometimes I just… I just feel so angry, I want to scream and cry, but then…” she shakes her head, “Bill comes in and just… he makes it all better. But then it’s hard to control myself there too.”

“Oooh, Bevvie, you gonna spill all the dirty deets about Big Bill?”

She giggles. “Shut up, asshole. You gonna spill the beans on why you popped a boner at the quarry?”

“I think I have a crush on Eddie.” Richie’s surprised to hear it come out of his own mouth, let alone with another person in the room.

“Yeah dipshit, tell me something I don’t know.”

“Wait, what?” Maury popped up in the corner of Richie’s eye as they spoke it together. “Dude, what the fuck, how’d she find out before you did?”

“You two aren’t exactly subtle you know. We’ve been placing bets on when it would finally come out forever.”

“But… but Bev, neither of us… I didn’t even tell you I was gay. I didn’t even really admit it until very recently.” He paused. “Oh yeah, I’m gay by the way, you’re… you’re the first of the losers to know.”

She looks down at her feet, embarrassed by her own outburst. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… thank you for telling me Rich, I’m proud of you for coming out.”

“Thanks Bevvie.” He opened up as she leaned into him.

“It’s just… you and Eddie have something different, something special between you two.”

“Yeah, but… just because he likes guys too, doesn’t mean he’s into me.” Richie pouted.

Bev turns to look at him. “Richard.” She deadpans.

“What?”

“Eddie’s been flirting with you since we were fucking thirteen.”

“Um, he’s been bitching at me since we were fucking thirteen is I think what you meant to say.”

“No, flirting. He’s been pulling your metaphorical pigtails. And the shorts, he literally only wears them when you’re around because you always comment on them.”

“What? Richard, you never told me there were shorts involved.” Maury popped up. “I demand to see the shorts, take me to the shorts!”

Richie rolled his eyes, his heart thudding in his chest. Could Eddie like him back? “That still doesn’t mean anything, Bev.”

“That means everything, Rich.”

“Yeah Rich, that means everything! I think Eddie likes you man. Maybe try sticking your tongue down his throat, it’ll be like a fun little experiment to see for sure.”

He ignored Maury, still turning red at the thought.

Beverly smirked. “You’re imagining sticking your tongue down his throat, aren’t you?”

Maury raised his eyebrows. “Wow, she’s good.”

He shoved her, a smile cracking on his face. “Shut up.”

“Never.” Bev composed herself and leaned back into Richie. “I think you should tell him.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Richie shook his head. “I-I can’t. He’d never—”

“I literally just told you he’s been flirting with you for years. Spit it out Richie, it’ll feel good once you do. Plus, boyfriend.”

“No, but he’s my best friend. What if I fuck it all up and he never wants to see me again? Or worse, what if we do end up dating, and I hurt him? I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt him. I just want him to be happy.”

“He’d be a lot happier if he were with you Richie.” Beverly reached up and stroked the hair away from his forehead.

“Okay, maybe so. But maybe I’m just not ready to come all the way out yet.”

She smiled. “That’s okay too.”

~~~*~~~

Months went by, and Maury continued to torture Richie to no end. He somehow sprouted up even taller, his voice got even lower, and suddenly he was just… hairy.

Richie had grown up a lot, but not just physically.

He was still Richie Trashmouth Tozier, but in much smaller doses than he had been before. He almost stopped relying on dirty jokes and made genuinely funny remarks, he stopped trying to take the spotlight, and opened up to, and listened to his friends in return. Richie had become almost civilized.

He’d come out to his parents; they were every bit as loving and supportive as they’d always been, sometimes overly supportive.

“You know sweetheart, my friend from work has a nephew in the next town over who’s gay, maybe we should set you two up.” His mom would say.

“Richie, you should really think about cleaning up the hair on your face, at least until you can grow a proper beard. Your mother has told me scratchy kisses are unpleasant, and you don’t want some nice boy to think you give scratchy kisses.” His dad would lament.

Richie’s parents were a lot, but he was grateful that they cared.

“For god’s sake man, why did your dad cry teaching you how to shave your face?” Maury said, rolling his eyes.

“Because he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that I’m growing up and I won’t be his baby anymore.”

“Geez, that’s bleak.”

Richie and Maury’s attention was drawn to the window as he heard a gentle clink. They approached carefully, only to find Eddie at the base of his house looking up.

“Well well well, would you look at that. Just saw him this afternoon, but little Eds came back for some of that sweet Trashmouth lovin I see.” Maury waggled his eyebrows. “OH! And he wore the shorts. The SHORTS Richie!”

“Shut the fuck up.” Richie opened his window. “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” He called down to Eddie.

“Really not in the fucking mood right now, Trashmouth.” He sounded broken, small. There was anger and hurt layered under his displeasure to Richie’s usual antics. “I—I don’t think I’ll be able to climb up. But…”

“Say no more Spaghetti. Come around to the front, my parents are in the kitchen, I’ll sneak you in.”

Richie raced to the front door as quickly and quietly as he could. When he saw Eddie’s broken expression, he immediately brought him in for a hug.

“I’m okay.” Eddie repeated, but he didn’t look okay.

“Come upstairs, we just have to get past Maggie and Went.”

They tiptoed into the house, but Maggie Tozier was like a bloodhound. “Richie, is that Bev with you? Oh, hi Eddie, what a nice surprise.” She smiled as she turned the corner and spotted the two boys.

Eddie smiled. “Hi Mrs. Tozier. Sorry to interrupt your evening, I won’t stay long.”

“Nonsense, stay as long as you’d like. Can I get you boys anything, a snack? Something to drink?” Maggie smiled, sensing something was wrong. “Eddie, is everything okay?”

Eddie smiled but shook his head. “It’s complicated.” He shrugged, but Maggie’s eyes were kind, encouraging him to share. “I… it’s my mom… she’s been even more overbearing since I came out to her and we got in a fight. I just needed some air. I think I should have just kept it to myself and not told her I’m gay.”

Maggie rushed over, and Went popped his head into view. “Oh honey thank you for telling me. Never feel ashamed to be who you are.” She pulled him into a hug, Went rushing over to join them. “Well if you ever need some extended time away, there’s more than enough room for you here.”

“Thanks Mrs. T.”

“Wow man, this is all pretty gay.” Maury snuck in. “Ha, get it, gay? Cause we’re like totally gay and sharing feelings ‘n shit? Yeah, that’s some good shit.”

Richie rolled his eyes at the hormone monster, and touched Eddie’s shoulder lightly. “Love the whole Full House heart to heart thing that’s going on, but I think Eddie came over to take his mind off it all. Wanna go upstairs and play on the Super Nintendo?”

Eddie smiled and nodded, following the other boy into his room.

“Went, did you know Eddie was gay?” Maggie asked her husband quietly.

“I had an inkling. I think something very beautiful is happening with our son and his best friend right under our noses.”

Maggie frowned. “Just because they’re both gay—”

He shook his head. “No, no. They’ve had something special from the beginning, my sweet. I think it’s just the natural progression of their relationship.” Went kissed his wife’s cheek, and went back to their cleaning.

~~~*~~~

In the hours that had passed, Richie successfully took Eddie’s mind off his mother. The two teens laughed as they played Street Fighter, shoveling popcorn that Maggie had brought up into their smiling mouths.

It was Friday, so Eddie didn’t feel bad about drifting off in Richie’s bed shortly after they’d both collapsed in it, comic books sprawled at their feet.

Richie looked on as Eddie peacefully slept beside him. His features were soft, boyish still, but a hint of developing masculinity lay beneath the baby fat that remained. He removed his glasses and flipped off his lamp, settling into his normal sleeping position when Eddie snuggled in against his side.

Fuck.

“Oh shit, Richie, I don’t think Eddie’s asleep.” Maury once again made an appearance.

“What the fuck are you talking about, he’s totally asleep. Maury, what do I do?”

“Um… um… do you think he’d mind if you—”

“YES. Yes he would absolutely mind if I just whipped my dick out in the middle of our sleepover Maury.”

“Richie…” His head turned to the boy in his arms who was obviously very much not asleep. “I can hear you thinking. Shut the fuck up and hold me.”

“You heard the man Richard, he wants to be held, hold him!”

Richie moved hesitantly, gaining confidence as Eddie snuggled in closer to him. He could feel his friend’s breath lightly hitting his neck, getting closer and closer as he searched for that perfectly comfortable sweet spot in Richie’s arms. Eddie’s lips lightly grazed his neck, and suddenly Richie bolted upright, feeling the familiar tension stir in his gut.

“Richie?” Eddie sat up sleepily, eyes boring into the side of Richie’s face.

“Why the fuck would you move! If you would have waited a few more minutes, sweet, sweet magic could have happened!” Maury whined, dragging a hairy hand down his face.

“I—I’m sorry Eddie, I just… gotta save some lovin for your mom, am I right?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “I-is it weird, being like this together now, because I’m gay?” They had indeed had sleepovers before where Richie had woken up with Eddie curled around him, but it had never bothered him until Maury showed up.

“N-no, no, that’s not it. I’m gay too, asshole.”

Eddie got up, walking towards Richie hesitantly. “Then why…” and then in the moonlight, he caught a glimpse of why. “Oh my god, classic Trashmouth. It’s like the quarry all over again. You really can’t control that thing can you?” He joked.

Richie had no witty response for him. He was silent for a moment, letting his own embarrassment wash over him. “I’m sorry Eddie.”

Eddie frowned. “For what? We’re teenage boys, that shit happens like all the time in our sleep.”

“Eddie, I… I wasn’t sleeping.”

Maury’s eyes shot open. “Richie why the fuck would you do that, he’s gonna think you’re some sort of pervert! Not that I wouldn’t love you any less if you were some sort of pervert, believe me, I could tell you stories about some of the other kids I’ve been assigned to.”

“Maury, just… just shut up, please.”

“What do you mean you weren’t sleeping? Richie, we’ve been asleep for—”

Richie shook his head. “You’ve been asleep for hours, I… I couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts of Mrs. K running through—”

“Richie please, you literally just said you were gay.” The two were silent for a moment. Eddie looked at him hesitantly and nodded. “Okay. Does this happen with—”

“No.” Richie closed his eyes and collapsed back on his bed, willing the horribly timed problem to go away. “No, Eddie, just you.” He let out a groan of frustration.

Maury stood behind Eddie, unable to read his expression. “Shit man, I think you have to tell him how you feel now.”

“I’m sorry Eds, I never meant for you to find out like this… I never meant for you to find out at all.”

“What the fuck are you going on about Richie?”

Richie sat up and looked Eddie in the eye. “Eds… Eds you don’t get it?”

Eddie spluttered. “N-not really! I have no fucking clue what you’re trying to say right now. All I can tell from this conversation is that you’re gay and still apparently fucking my mother, and you popped a boner from lying beside me. I’m not a fucking mind-reader man, I’ve got no idea what—”

Richie’s lips gently touching Eddie’s cut off his rant. The kiss only lasted a second, but it left the two teens breathless.

“O-oh.” Eddie’s eyebrows were in his hairline, and Richie couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

“Holy fucking shit kid, you fucking did it.”

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Neither boy wanted to speak first, neither wanted to look into the other’s eyes. Richie was beyond embarrassed, and he couldn’t help but feel like he’d maybe lost a friend.

“Fucking hell Eddie, even your mother is more talkative in bed.” He laughed nervously, adjusting his glasses.

“Shit man, he’s not saying anything. Whip it out, whip your dick out! Stun the motherfucker into saying something!” Maury yelled and jumped about.

“Richie… we were having a moment, why the fuck would you bring my mother into this again?”

Richie’s eyes went wide. “We… we were? I kinda thought you were going to jump out my window to be honest.”

“No, no! That… that was… good! I mean, I liked it.”

“You did?”

Eddie shoved Richie lightly. “Yes, dumbass, I did. I just don’t really know how to do this whole…” He pointed between the two of them.

“This whole what?”

“You know… um… crush… thing.”

“Crush!” Maury looked between the two boys and collapsed.

“Wait, you have a crush on me?” Richie pushed his hand through his hair.

“Yes asshole, why do you think I always try to partner with you in chicken? And sit beside you whenever we’re with the rest of the losers? I’ve had a crush on you for like… I dunno… like a really long time. And I kind of thought you did too. But now I’m wondering if maybe you just wanted another gay boy to I dunno, experiment with. Fuck, I’m an idiot.”

“No! No, Eds, me too, I feel that way too. The crush I mean.” Richie smiled and took the smaller boy’s hand in his. “I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole, and I’m sorry about…” he waved his free hand over his crotch. “I just… it’s like… uncontrollable. And like… your butt just looks really good in those shorts.”

“Beep beep trashmouth.” Eddie giggled. “I get it. I mean, I don’t, my dick isn’t trying to sabotage me, but it did at one point, and that sucked.”

Richie looked over to Maury accusingly. “Yeah, it does suck.” He shook his head and looked at Eddie. “So what do we do now?”

“Well I like you, and you like me, we could always… um I mean… you could be my boyfriend?”

Richie fake gasped. “Mamma dear!” He said in a southern belle accent. “This here boy wants to be my boyfriend!”

Maury shook his head. “Yeah man, maybe don’t do that.” But Eddie was giggling like a schoolgirl, eating Richie’s performance up. “Okay, wait, maybe you’re onto something. He likes it, keep doing it.”

Eddie shoved Richie again, knocking him down onto the bed, but tumbling after him. “Shut up asshole.”

“That’s asshole boyfriend to you, boyfriend.”

He blushed adorably. “Okay, asshole boyfriend.” Richie noticed Eddie’s gaze travelling between his eyes and his lips. Before he could stop himself, he leaned forwards, and kissed him again, this time longer, with more pressure.

Eddie’s breath hitched; it was perfect. Perfect until…

“Boys? Shouldn’t you be—oh!”

Richie pulled away from Eddie, and jolted back up again. “Mom!” He shouted. “This is why you need to knock!”

“Sorry sweetie, I’ll just… I’m gonna leave the door open a bit for you. We’re talking about this tomorrow. Goodnight boys, sleep tight! Make good choices!”

Maggie wandered back into her room, giggling as she crawled back into bed beside her husband.

“You may have been onto something with those two Wentworth.”

“See Mags, I told you. Something beautiful is happening.”

#reddie #reddie fic #richie x eddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #maury the hormone monster #It big mouth au #my writing

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oddeyecadia · 6 years ago

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what if it’s us? (ch. 5)

also posted on ao3 | ch. 1 ch. 2 ch. 3 ch. 4

Quiet and Lance shouldn't ever be put in one sentence. It sounded odd.

Their footsteps and the sounds of the night were the only things filling the gloomy air. Lance had asked Pidge earlier if he could walk her home. She told him he didn't have to and that she was fine on her own yet he insisted. "But I want to. Plus, I made you watch my practice and wasted your time so it'd only be fair if I keep you company for a while."

His reasoning didn't make sense though, she let him. She could use some company.

Lance stayed silent as they walked. Not completely silent because this was Lance she was talking about. Just quiet.

He'd ask her stuff and listen to her talk. But when she'd ask him something, he would just give her a strained smile and a brief answer. No long side stories, no jokes. Nothing.

"Alright. Spill." She finally broke the silence.

"What?"

"What happened back there? Your teammate said something to you before practice. You've been acting weird since then."

"Very observant."

"You're just very easy to read. And I have the people reading skill of a fucking snail so that says a lot."

For the first time since his practice, Lance cracked a genuine smile and snorted. "Yeah, it was nothing. Just temporarily lost my position as flyer."

"Temporarily." She raised a brow. "Meaning you'll get it back right?"

"Not sure about that. Coach said it was because of my injury but I knew they've wanted to replace me for quite a while now."

"The hell would you think that?"

He let out a weak chuckle, his smile straining. "So like, we have three main flyers. I was one of them and was the only guy."

"That's awesome."

"I know right? That was kind of my thing, being Altea's only male flyer. Very proud of that." It was her turn to smile when she saw his proud grin though, it faded away immedietly. "I was doing great y'know? But then this freshmen joined our team and well, he's pretty talented. Super talented, actually. He was already good at things I wasn't when I was a freshmen. He's more flexible, has better footwork, rhythm, balance, everything!"

No wild gesture, instead he kept his hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Ever since he joined, they've been making him try some of my parts and stunts. My team wasn't that subtle about it. They kept praising him about how he didn't even have to try while they kept commenting about how I have to try harder and practice more than anyone in the team just to get on his level."

"Is that a bad thing?"

Lance turned to her with a puzzled look. "Well, yeah? My self esteem is crashing, Pidge. It's not fun getting replaced."

"Not that part. I mean, you practicing more. Why're you making it sound like that's something to be ashamed of?"

The tone of her voice remained the same, calm and curious, but the question somehow made the atmosphere change.

Falling once again into silence, his feet stopped moving. Pidge followed and just stood there beside him, waiting for him to answer.

He didn't. She continued.

"Being talented is good and all but just having talent doesn't really do anything. Sure, you have to work harder if you don't have it -which by the way, you absolutely do- but isn't that the point? I don't know much about dancing but from what I've seen, you got the skills. Skill takes more than just talent to have and improve, it needs practice, it needs you to try." A sigh. "And you always try. Sometimes it's annoying but most of the time it's... admirable." Pidge had to look away saying that last word.

She still wasn't sure why it was so difficult for her to give him compliments without her face heating up.

Nonetheless, she really did appreciate how Lance would just... always try. He tried to study every night at the library even though he'd just end up getting distracted most of the time, he was trying to pursue his dreams of becoming a dancer while taking a medical course at the same time, tried befriending her, tried understanding all of the perplex words that would come out of her mouth whenever she'd ramble about tech.

Pidge liked that about him.

She liked all of him. Even the annoying parts.

...

Oh.

The mystery of why it was so difficult for her to give him compliments without her face heating up was then solved.

Flustered at the realization, she took a deep breath and looked at her feet to calm the pounding of her chest.

"Wow-" He interrupted her thoughts. Confusion struck her as soon as she looked back at him.

He stared at her with a look she couldn't describe. It was frustrating how she didn't know what that look meant, especially when it gave her strange sensations in her belly. She still stood by her comment about Lance being easy to read, she just haven't seen this look before.

"You really don't have a brain to mouth filter huh?" He asked fondly.

"It's a curse."

Giggling, he then gave her another enticing smile with just the right amount of softness that warmth rushed through her. Out of all of his smiles, this one definitely stood out. Huh. She swore she had seen that smile before. "I like it, anyway."

"Want something to drink? We got coffee, peanut butter milkshake, tea."

"Coffee would be nice."

Keith knew it was a little creepy but, he couldn't help looking at him every two seconds. Not when his crush for almost 5 years looked like that.

At least he could distract himself by making said crush's coffee. The bastard had a complicated coffee mix preference, he liked his sweet with a small glump of cream.

Really, the Holts were late bloomers, he knew that. Pidge didn't even have her first period until sophomore year of high school. But this, this glow up was too late, too sudden, and too much that it was shocking. Not in anyway a bad thing.

Matt's hair was longer, just right above his shoulders, his face got sharper and more masculine, he was taller, his shoulders got broader too. But his smile remained the same, playful and cute. His honey gold eyes still carried curiosity and wonder in them. The last time Keith saw him, which wasn't that long ago, Matt looked like a literal hamster. Now-

"Hamsters are cute. Meaning, you're calling me cute."

Well, fuck. He didn't just say that last sentence out loud.

Trying to cover up the embarrassment, he let out a light laugh as he put the cup of coffee on the counter. "You wish. Here, take your diabetes."

"Thank you." The eldest Holt did just that and blew on it before taking a small sip. Keith didn't miss how his lips twitched at the taste. "I'm guessing Pidge isn't here yet?"

"Yeah. She's with a friend." Keith sat across him. "Want me to text her that you're here?"

"No, no! Let me be a surprise."

"But she already knew you were coming tonight."

"Still." Matt wore a proud smirk as if he won an argument, making Keith chuckle. Damn, he was in love with a loser. A hot loser, at least.

Matt took another sip of his coffee before speaking again. "So, uh, how are you guys? Pidge's been updating me twenty four seven but you- you haven't been responding to my texts lately." That last sentence was said more quietly as he fumbled with his cup.

"Sorry. I've been busy with the upcoming game."

"That's cool. Good luck, by the way."

"Thanks."

"Did you read my last text, though? I was kinda hoping I'd get an answer tonight."

Keith raised a brow. "I haven't." He was about to get his phone from his pocket when Matt suddenly spoke.

"I-! I uhm, I'm just gonna tell you what it says. Or ask you, rather, uh..." Scratching the back of his neck, Matt felt his cheeks heating up as he tried to find the right words to use. This was harder than he thought. "Listen, I'm only gonna be here until next week for our team's research. I want to spend that time not only with my little gremlin of a sister but also with you, so I was wondering if I could... take you out sometime this week?" He ended that with a shy but hopeful smile.

Keith swore his breathing stopped right then and there. Matt had asked him out before but it was through text that it was easier to say no.

But now, he was right in front of him, all awkward and red, it made Keith's heart beat so rapidly, his eyes wide, and mouth slightly opened. He was about to finally say yes but then stopped when his eyes fell back on the scar across the bridge of his nose.

"Did you ask Shiro?" The younger asked, his voice a little shaky, heart sinking slightly.

Matt blinked a couple of times before chuckling humorlessly. "Why would I ask Shiro?"

Keith only looked at him with furrowed brows and doubt in his eyes.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere grew tense.

"Keith, we broke up a year ago." Matt said with a sigh.

Keith internally prepared himself for another one these arguments.

"Yeah, but he's still your-"

"Soulmate. I know. And what about it?" He took a deep breath and continued when Keith only avoided his gaze. "Keith, we've talked about this. Shiro and I talked about this, I'm guessing you and Shiro have talked about this too. What's holding you back?"

Crossing his arms, Keith found himself thinking. The only things that were holding him back from saying yes, from finally being with his first love, were priorities and the universe. Shiro was the universe's first pick for Matt and Shiro's happiness was Keith's first priority.

It seemed wrong, or at least disrespectful, to date his brother's ex boyfriend and soulmate.

But it wasn't the early 2000s anymore, it was normal for people to date and even have families with others who weren't their soulmate, right?

Still, Matt was Shiro's soulmate.

Though, Shiro already said multiple times that it was okay, that he was okay.

So if the universe and Shiro were okay with it... Perhaps-

A warm hand gently holding his interrupted his thoughts. "Give me a chance, Keith. Give us a chance. Think of your happiness this time." Gold glassy eyes stared at him, hopeful and loving. "Please." Matt said, almost a whisper yet he still noticed how shaky it was.

With a squeeze to Matt's hand, Keith finally accepted happiness.

His happiness.

A door slam. "Keith, I-! Oh shit, Matt?"

Keith immediately pulled his hand away- an instant regret for he already missed his warmth -as Matt stood and greeted his spitting image. "H-Hey, Pidge."

Pidge's face brightened, leaving the sun jobless. She then ran to her brother and jumped into his arms. Matt lifted her up and hugged his sister so tightly as if they haven't seen each other in years. "Were you and my Keith holding hands or was I hallucinating?" She asked quietly in a teasing tone.

"I missed you too." He answered instead before pulling away.

Choosing the movie had always been Matt's job, because despite being a big ass nerd, the man had a fine taste in films. Tonight though, the choice was on Pidge.

His brother just kept suggesting cheesy, romantic Disney straight to DVD originals that she had to get the remote away from the 22 year old man in love with her best friend who was currently out getting some quick take outs.

"Jeez, does your sudden chaotic change of movie preference correlates with you finally getting a date or are you just in a very Disney mood?" Pidge asked as she set the bowl of popcorn on the sofa.

Matt put the bowl on the table with a click of his tongue. "I don't know. How about you tell this Lance guy that you guys are soulmates, start dating, and let's see if you'll suddenly have the urge to watch Starstruck or Geek Charming. That'd be an excellent mini research."

"How bout you shut up?"

"Rude." He gasped dramatically. "But seriously though, you should just tell him."

Unlike with other people in her life, Pidge just couldn't keep a secret from Matt. She kept him updated with the things that happened in the past months, soulmate drama and all.

Sitting beside him with a pout and a twist in her stomach at the thought of Lance rejecting her, she said. "It's not that easy, okay? He doesn't like me like that."

"But you like him?"

Her face flushed as she turned her gaze to the TV. "... Maybe." She haven't had the time to think about it deeply when she had this realization earlier, but as much as she wanted to deny it, Lance and his ten thousand smiles made her feel the strangest yet nicest things.

The little scars and bruises along with her left foot tickled slightly at the thought of him.

"How did you know it was the right thing to do?" Pidge suddenly blurted out, either out of curiosity or desperation to change the subject, she wasn't sure.

"Hmm?"

"To let go of Shiro?"

A deep breath. "I just reminded myself that perhaps the universe is wrong. If he isn't happy with me, if we aren't happy, then maybe I'm just not the yee to his haw." Pidge couldn't help but snort at the meme reference. "We shouldn't force ourselves to be together just because the universe miscalculated and picked the wrong brogane. But the universe isn't always wrong."

Hugging her legs, careful with her injured foot, she asked. "What if it is this time, with my soulmate and I?"

"And why would you think that?"

For a second, the soft look on Lance's eyes when he found out about his "soulmate" flashed through her mind. Her chest tightened.

"Because he wouldn't be happy with me."

Matt kept himself from rolling his eyes, only because of how broken her sister looked, and sighed instead. "He doesn't even know yet."

"He seems very much okay with being someone else's soulmate, the universe must've fucked up again for sure."

"What if the universe isn't wrong? You know what dad says, if you keep worrying about what could go wrong, you might miss a chance of doing something great. In this case, if you're so afraid of it being wrong then you might miss a chance of being with someone great."

A small smile appeared on her face at the mention of their father's familiar advice. Although, she missed the weight of his hand on her shoulder, a gesture that would always come with every one of his dad advice.

Those words comforted her, nonetheless.

Pidge took a deep breath, making a decision. "You're right. I should probably tell him." She meant it this time. Pidge then made an internal promise that she would try. Soon. Her lips formed a small smile. "Thanks, Matt."

As if on cue, Keith entered the apartment with two bags of take outs in his hand, holding his helmet with the other. "So what are we watching?"

"A Cinderella Story."

"Matt, no."

#plance #pidgance #pance #katt #past shatt #satri writes #what if it's us?#fic #soulmate au

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Forevermore (Degrassi au: Hunter and Yael)

Forever is a very contradicting term. It's purpose utterly defeats itself. It's supposed to be a perpetual, spiraling process, never terminating. They say having a soul mate means being in love forever. God I hated that word! Soul mates were based upon that very term. I really don't understand, or believe in soul mates. What was the point if you were just going to die? When you die, that cancels the "forever contract" that you signed for anything. I try to tell myself, soul mates aren't real, but it's hard to believe that when I see others living so happily. They say when you find your soul mate, it opens up your world into a field of color. Was that true? Color. What does it look like? What does sit feel like? Even if there was such a ridiculous thing as soul mates, I'd never have one. It kind of sucks, not knowing what a world with colors was like. Like always, tomorrow would be a dull, colorless day. I'd have to visit my shrink and talk to him about my issues. Screw shrinks. They know nothing. He tells me I will find my person, and everyone does eventually, I'm just a late bloomer. Whatever that means. Basically I'm the only one without a soul mate, that was not entirely an exaggeration. Hell, kids have found theirs at the age of 6. How was that even possible? Maybe it isn't at all. There's just no hope. I'm an insane, indifferent person who needs sleep and better parents. Putting my thoughts to rest, I tried urgently to get some sleep. For I had a semester exam tomorrow. Yael said she would help me study, but I think she's still frightened of me.... The next morning, I was awoken by my brother, Miles. He stood there with this goofy grin and shook me violently. "Come on loser, we're late!" He teased. "Okay, okay," I yawned and wiped the sleep away from my green eyes. Undoubtedly, I was going to fail this exam. One, I haven't even studied the material. Two, I stayed up last night, drowning in my thoughts. Three, I have literally know idea what the test is on. We arrived at Hell, got our tardy slips and headed off to our designated jail cells. Here we go! I whistled as I strolled down the hallways, getting cautious glances from students as I passed. Can't they just move on? A lot of people have. I stepped into the classroom, causing an eruption of laughter and whispers. "We know you're the mayor's son Mr. Hollingsworth, but that simply does not excuse your frequent tardies. Take your seat please," Mr. Stevens snarled, snatching my slip and throwing it down. To be honest, I didn't give a rat's ass what he thought or what anyone thought. I took my seat behind Baaz and grinned at him slyly. He chuckled at my ruffled bed-head. Mr. Stevens silenced us and gave me my test. I read over it and than began to stare off into spaec. Too many words. Not enough effort. I was about to go back to my test and actually answer some questions, but something caught my eye. It was a bright red color, emitted from Yael's hair. Wait a second, color?! No way... She turned and gave me a warm smile, waving slightly. Her lips! They were, they were pink! They formed a beautiful grin! Is this a dream? As soon as I knew it, they bell rang and I left my test incomplete. My mind had been on her, all throughout the day in fact. I had to confront her. Before I knew it, it was the last period of the day and there she was. The bell rang, here's my only chance! "Hey Yael! Can I speak to you for a minute? Alone," I called out to her. Her bright eyes lit up and exploded into a surprised emotion. They widened like a full moon. Her cheeks flushed red and her hands fidgeted. Was she okay? "You okay?" I asked her with a strange new concern. "Yeah I'm f- "Listen, do you believe in soul mates?" I jumped to the question. "Umm I- "I never have but now I don't know for sure. Your hair, it's red," I pointed out. Her lips folded into an embarrassed smile and she giggled. Her eyes blazed into mine with a strong connection to mine. What was this feeling? My body tingled and my hands instinctively grasped her's. Our eyes locked and then I knew. Soul mates. "I never thought," Yael trailed off, dazed. "Same here," I admitted, "so wh- I was cut off immediately as her hands tugged at my bed-head. What? As if I knew what to do, I followed along. My hands grabbed her waist as she kissed me bravely. I felt as if I were on a roller coaster at the point where it goes down. That feeling made my chest tighten and my whole body tingle. Yael let go and gazed at me longingly. "That was amazing," I exhaled in awe. "Hunter," she whispered, lacing her fingertips with mine. "Yes?" I croaked. "I'll love you forever," her words spilled out like a waterfall. Forever. She believes in forever. My heart sunk in doubt of forever, but I pushed it away. "To the moon and back." 3 months later Today was special! Something I celebrate every month on this exact date. My phone vibrated, Yael. Click. "Happy 3 month-versary," she cheered. "Oh babe, it's been great," I remarked with blossoming affection but it soon was returned with depression, "I wish you were here. I long to hold you." "You know I'll be back soon," she reassured me, "gotta go, love you!" Click! Love you too. She's been in New York for too long, apparently in Niagara Falls. I couldn't make it, I was grounded. She'd been away for about a month. Said she was visiting family. I wasn't too sure I believed that. All I knew was that forever was starting to exist. 1 week later "Hunter, sweetheart, wake up,"my mom's silky voice woke me. She was sitting at the foot of my bed with a tray of my favorite meal for breakfast. Breakfast in bed! I wonder why. "Thanks mom," I smiled and took the tray with delight. Something seemed off. My food was almost tasteless. Probably just me. My mom began to stroke my hair. I glanced up at her to see her blood shot eyes. Was she drunk again? "Oh darling you're such a good boy," she praised me lovingly. Okay? I nodded and continued to eat. This time I was really bothered, something is different. Rain drops spattered on my window as I stared blankly at it. "You're so strong. I'm so proud," she continued. "Mom, are you okay?" I wondered out loud. "I'm fine. Hunter you know forever doesn't exist in some cases," she changed the subject. "No, I don't know that," I began to stress. "Honey, unfortunately, in some cases- oh I can't handle this," her voice cracked and she began to sob. "Mom, mom! What's wrong?" "She was too young! She believed in forever. Just like you did," she didn't respond. "Who- I was cut off immediately by noticing a cold, unwelcoming atmosphere sit upon my shoulders. My room! It was grey! Where's the color? What's happening? "No," I gasped. "They did everything they could- "No!" "She's hanging on by a thread Hunter- "Take me to see her. Where is she?" "Hunter," Miles burst in, "I'll take you." We rushed into the hospital and shoved past the defiant nurse. I braced myself for what I was about to witness. She can't be. She was fine when I spoke to her. What happened? Is she sick? No, she'd tell me. "I'm here Yael. Everything is okay," I became a sloppy, bawling mess. No response. Her eyes were closed and he lips were pale. I clutched her frigid and somewhat stiff hand. "Yael, please answer me. Please. YAEL PLEASE ANSWER. I'M HERE, YOU'RE GOING TO BE ALRIGHT," I wailed as her pulse began to drop. "Sir please- "DON'T LEAVE ME, YOU CAN'T. YOU SAID FOREVER EXISTED! YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU WOULD ALWAYS LOVE ME, IT CAN'T END. NOT NOW. PLEASE STAY. YOU KEEP ME SANE AND NORMAL. YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A GOOD PERSON. WE CAN'T THROW THIS AWAY. PLEASE YAEL," I rose my voice and shook her hand. The machine stopped and the chart was blank. My blood thinned to ice as I realized everything became fully enveloped in black and white. This isn't fair. I still love her, we're still soul mates! Sobbing with Miles draped around me, cradling me, I held on to one thing. As long as I live, we will be soul mates, forevermore.

#degrassi #degrassi next class #hunter hollingsworth #Yael #hunter and yael #fanfic #my fanfiction

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