#ok wait this kinda reminds me of middle school when we had to dance on independence day T_T

[turpalauri]

[forasecondtherewedwon]

Runaway Ride

Fandom: Never Have I Ever Pairing: Devi/Paxton Rating: T Word Count: 4889

Summary: Kamala gets herself into a pickle, Devi needs to go to her, and Paxton has a car. Problem-solving has never been so simple, but that's how it is when your new boyfriend is Paxton Hall-Yoshida. Throw in a little hand-holding on the highway and this family crisis might just be the best date Devi will ever have.

When they finally took a break from dancing—disconnecting hands from hips and shoulders, lips from lips—Devi stepped away in a dreamy headspace. She almost collided with Jonah, but he didn’t tell her to look where she was going, only offered a shrewd, indulgent smile.

Actually, everybody was treating her like that; every eye that caught hers on her way to the table where she’d left her stuff was unjudgmental, admiring, straight up fairy-godmotherly. Devi hadn’t received this much notice since her dad’s death and her subsequent paralysis. And those looks had been pitying, freaked out. Positive attention was new and cool and she wondered, as she grabbed her phone out of her turquoise clutch, whether her socials would show more of the same when she opened them. Would people have snapped stealthy pics of her and Paxton dancing now that she’d been vaulted into the pseudo-celebrity strata of the high school hierarchy? Would the Insta posts be captioned with hashtags of their ship name? Paxi? Daxton? Vishwall-Yoshumar?

Devi never got to check.

Unlocking her phone, she found two missed calls from her mother. Maybe two wouldn’t have seemed like a whole lot to someone else, but Devi knew that, in order for her mom to risk rudeness by stepping away from the company she was hosting at home not once but twice, she’d need to be pretty frantic. Two missed calls from Nalini Vishwakumar were the equivalent of six or seven from any other mother.

Skirting the edges of the gym as she headed away from DJ Humanoid—that nit-witted saboteur of slow dances—Devi was about to call her mom back when her screen changed to an incoming call from Kamala. She pressed her other hand to her ear and answered it.

“Hey. Do you know what’s going on with my mom? She called me twice and, honestly, she knows I’m at the d—”

“Devi, shut up. Sorry,” Kamala sighed. “But I may have kidnapped your history teacher and now I’m panicking a little.”

Devi stopped in her tracks.

“You did what? Why is the sound weird?”

As she was trying to identify the background noise coming from Kamala’s end, her eyes swept over the crowd of her classmates and landed on Fabiola’s. Her friend had been smiling, mid-sway as she held Eve from behind and chatted with Sasha, but it fell off her face like Devi off Dr. Jackson’s roof. Fab disentangled herself from her girlfriend and crossed the room to stand with Devi. She was frowning, silently asking for an explanation for Devi’s distress, but Devi didn’t really have one yet.

“We’re in his car on the highway,” her cousin was saying. “He was a little drunk, so I’m driving.”

Devi had imagined that Kamala was exaggerating, but no, this was really starting to sound like a kidnapping.

“You better be on hands-free right now,” she lectured. Then, because she wasn’t exactly a paragon of road safety herself—barely an hour ago, she’d walked right out in front of Paxton’s jeep—didn’t wait for confirmation. “What the hell happened? Context, Kamala!”

“Well, as soon as I snuck out of the house—”

“But why did you sneak out?!”

“Devi, I can’t talk about that right now!” Devi’s eyebrows shot up at the clear and abnormal hysteria in her cousin’s voice. “I ran out of the house,” Kamala continued, “totally directionless, and the first thing that popped into my head was Manish’s invitation for me to come to karaoke…”

“Ew, what the fuck, don’t call Mr. K that.”

What? Fab mouthed at her, but Devi shook her head.

“That is his name and what he asked me to call him. Anyway,” Kamala said, sounding strained, “I went to your school and met up with him and now I’m driving his car and I think I might have shut my sari in the car door, but I’m scared to pull over and check because if I stop the car, I’m going to have to confront things and I think I’d rather not do that yet.”

“Kamala,” Devi said in a heavy, careful voice. “You have to pull over. I totally get what you’re saying because it sounds like something I might do—minus the part where you kidnapped Mr. K—” Fabiola’s eyes went dramatically wide as she was adjusting her tiara. “—but this isn’t you. You don’t run away from your obligations and elope with my teachers!”

“Manish and I didn’t elope. It isn’t in any way romantic.”

“For sure though? It’s not?” Devi heard another voice in the car ask.

“Mr. K, back off! Kamala’s in the middle of a crisis!” she shouted. “And please be drunk enough to forget that I yelled at you.”

“Devi, what should I do?” Kamala asked, sounding desperate in a sad way now.

“Where are you?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Ok, well, which direction are you heading in?”

“Um, either north or south.”

“You’re a disaster,” Devi muttered.

“What was that?”

“Uh… I said, don’t drive any faster. Try to read the next sign you pass so you can tell me where you are.”

“Alright,” Kamala said.

Devi tilted her phone away from her mouth so her cousin wouldn’t hear her frustrated sigh. She locked eyes with Fabiola.

“Kamala panicked at her engagement dinner and ran off with Mr. K. They’re either headed for Mexico or Canada, but I’ll know more in a minute.”

Fab blinked.

“Wow.”

“I know. It’s a lot. And this is me talking,” Devi emphasized.

“I don’t know if you would do anything this big. Mainly because you don’t have a driver’s license.”

“True.”

“Santa Barbara in twenty-six miles,” Kamala said in her ear.

“Damn, you made good time.”

“The traffic was quite manageable.”

“Try to calm down a little and get off the highway when you can. Don’t go past Santa Barbara. I’m coming to talk you down in person,” Devi said. “Oh, and don’t answer any of my mom’s calls; she’ll just stress you out.”

“That doesn’t seem very responsible. How about I send her a text when I stop to let her know I’m ok?”

Devi rolled her eyes.

“Suit yourself.”

“Thank you, Devi. But how will you get here?”

“Let me worry about that. Text me when you stop so I know exactly where I’m going.”

“I will.”

“’K. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Devi hung up and sighed massively, slumping into the wall and feeling a streamer crumple against her back. She and Fabiola stared at each other.

“What are you gonna do?” Fab asked.

“Be the hero my family needs, but not the one they deserve.”

“Are you misquoting Batman to justify doing something reckless?”

“First of all, rescuing Kamala isn’t reckless, and second of all, the movie isn’t called Batman, it’s The Dark Knight. Young-ish Christian Bale, hello.”

Fabiola pointed a finger at her own face.

“Young-ish out-of-touch lesbian, hello. At least I was close.”

Devi sighed again while Fab smiled sadly at her in obvious sympathy.

“It’s after ten at night. How am I gonna get to Santa Barbara?”

“Assuming you’re not going to ask your mom—”

“No.”

“Then you need a ride.”

“You need a ride? I’ll drive you.”

It was Paxton, walking up and tentatively taking Devi’s hand while darting uncertain glances at Fabiola. Devi felt her entire face light up.

“You don’t want to know where or why?” she teased.

His expression said those were insignificant details. Wow. Devi’d never had a fantasy where Paxton joined forces with her, bounty hunter-style, to track down a flighty Kamala, but this felt oddly romantic. Passionate even? They’d see where the night took them.

“You wouldn’t wanna leave the dance unless it was serious,” Paxton reasoned. “So, I’ll drive you. You wanna go now?”

“I guess we better. Lemme just grab my…”

“I’ll get it,” Fab said, raising a hand like the nerd she was as she volunteered.

She darted back through the dancers to grab Devi’s things and Devi watched their classmates part for their Cricket Queen. She was so proud of Fab. Also, she felt kinda bad for ditching such a momentous occasion. But Kamala needed her, and would totally do the same for her if she ever went off the deep end and kidnapped a dude while fleeing a proposal. Not that Devi could see herself fleeing a proposal (she glanced at Paxton as she thought this, then quickly away, thinking, Way too soon!). Carrying out a kidnapping? With a sufficiently convincing pro-and-con list, anything was possible.

“Basically, Kamala freaked and drove to Santa Barbara with a drunken Mr. K,” Devi said, because Paxton might not have asked to be informed, but she wanted him to know what he was getting himself into. Beyond that, she wanted to give him the chance to say, No way, Devi. I came here to look hot and dance up on you, nothing more.

“Oh shit,” was what he said.

“Damn right, oh shit. You still want to drive? This is going to take a while.”

She should probably have felt guilty about trying to subtly persuade him with her eyes, but not only was Paxton the least complicated option, he was also her first choice. If she maintained eye contact long enough, Devi figured it might trigger some kind of boyfriend override that made going for a long drive at night just as appealing as staying here and dancing with her butt pressed thrillingly to his groin when the teacher-chaperones weren’t looking.

“As long as we can hit up the bathrooms first. I was going to, but then I got talking to Trent, and then Marcus was doing a handstand…”

“Definitely,” Devi assured him. “Good call. Empty the tank. Oh, actually, that reminds me… how much gas do you have in your jeep? If we need to stop at a gas station, I’ll have to factor that in to the ETA I give Kamala.”

Paxton shook his head at her, smiling in what she liked to think was affectionate amusement.

“I filled it up on the way here. I needed a minute to, uh…” To her epic astonishment, he ducked his head self-consciously, cheeks pinking. “You know. Get my shit together. Up here.” He tapped his temple with his index finger. “I wanted to show up for you, like, completely. You know?”

Right as Devi was at dangerously high risk of sagging to the floor in blissful bonelessness, Fabiola sprang to her side, shoving the rest of her possessions at her.

“Ok, ok!” Devi said, harried.

She had to dump it all on the bathroom counter a minute later anyway, but after she’d done her pre-road trip pee, she came out and gave Fab a better thank-you.

“Your Highness,” Paxton told Fabiola with a nod.

Fab nodded back, smiling wryly.

“Prosecutor.”

“I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship,” Devi assessed, “but we gotta go! Say congrats to Eve for me again!”

“Sure. Drive safe!”

Devi and Paxton pushed through the doors together, striding quickly with his hand wrapped around hers. In the parking lot, she glanced sideways to see him digging his keychain out of his front pocket.

“Oh,” she said, “so I wasn’t just feeling that you were very happy to dance with me.”

Until they got into the jeep, it was too dark to see whether she’d gotten him to blush again, but she liked to think that she had. He was definitely smiling.

They got in and Devi carefully tucked her skirt around her legs, mind on Kamala’s cautionary tale. At least it was until Paxton leaned forward to shrug out of his jacket and she saw his shoulder muscles jump beneath his fitted button-down, his narrow black tie swinging forward. Dang. Fifty shades of Hall-Yoshida.

“Santa Barbara?” Paxton double-checked once he was settled behind the wheel, steering out of the student lot.

“Santa Barbara.”

Until they were on the highway and heading out of Los Angeles, Devi did her best to keep her worry about Kamala’s situation contained to the way she flapped her phone against her thigh. Usually, she was stressing about the problems right in front of her (when she wasn’t blatantly ignoring them, only to have that approach bite her in the ass later), but with whatever was going on with Kamala, she kinda had to look ahead.

Had she wanted Kamala to get engaged to Prashant that badly? Well, the best thing about Prashant was that you never knew when having additional hot relatives would be to your benefit. (Devi was already hoping that Mr. K would get over the more nerve-wracking elements of this night and just remember having fun with her stunning cousin… and that this could possibly translate into at least a month of generous grades, if she could somehow spin these shenanigans as an intentional blind date arranged by herself.) However, an engaged Kamala was wholly different from a married Kamala. She wouldn’t be around to watch nonsensical episodes of Riverdale, or be duped into hijinks, or listen to Devi when her mom was too tired, or bitch about her shitty lab-mates in exchange for sitting through Devi bitching about her complicated feelings on the subject of Aneesa dating her ex. She wouldn’t live with them anymore, and the family that had begun to miraculously fill out after her dad had died would be back down to three. And the other two members of it would be old (Sorry, Mom, she thought) and not at all prepared to champion her dating life or the cleavage-accentuating formal dress currently buoying it.

So, yeah, Devi was looking ahead—eyes glazed over as the yellow lights of cars slipped around them to prevent her vision from fully adjusting to the blue-black sky—and feeling more than a little nervous and scared of the Kamala-shaped hole she’d have in her life if her dazzling, dorky cousin left her house for one she might eventually fill with the most beautiful children the world had ever seen.

Thankfully, Paxton was there. It startled her when he took one hand off the wheel and felt across her lap to grab hers, loosely interlacing their fingers. Devi quit hitting her phone against her leg. She sent off their updated location to Kamala and then let her phone fall flat.

“Did she say where she was?” Her boyfriend’s voice was quiet in the car and she realized for the first time that her head had been too crammed with thoughts to put on any music.

“Carpinteria State Beach. Do you know the exit?”

“We’ll find it.”

“And if you want me to drive while you rest on the way back…”

Paxton laughed.

“No way. Safety first.”

“Says the guy driving one-handed,” Devi countered, not that she was eager to surrender the hand warming hers.

He turned his head just long enough to shoot her a look.

“Whoa, pal, eyes on the road!” she said. (She had a half-baked plan to call her boyfriend ‘pal’ a few times and thereby de-weaponize the word in a memory that still felt like a fading bruise, an almost-gone sore spot in who she and Paxton were before they were openly a them.)

“Sorry,” he said, staring out the windshield again. He grinned. “You look gorgeous.”

“Really?”

“So gorgeous.” Paxton’s voice was softer this time, the underlying laugh it had carried since she’d offered to drive his jeep drained out of it. It was nearly a sigh.

“Thanks. So do you.”

“You know, I feel fucking awful for hitting you with my car, but I still think I mighta felt worse if I’d walked in and seen you dancing with somebody else.”

Devi twisted their hands, touching the back of his to her thigh so she was sandwiching it between leg and palm for a moment, aiming for reassuring.

“I wanna say I would never be that flaky, but my previous offenses speak for themselves.”

“So does doing this with me.”

“Uh,” she droned, “to recap, you left a fun thing to do a huge favour for me. You’re talking about it like this is my act of redemption. I feel like if you examine it for a sec, you’ll see how I’m actually kind of a dick for accepting your help.”

“I want us to be together,” he said bluntly. “Here we are. Together.”

“It’s that simple?”

“I don’t see why it can’t be.”

“Huh. I think you’re really gonna be good for my tendency to overcomplicate a situation.”

Paxton laughed and unthreaded his fingers from Devi’s. But it wasn’t to release her for pointing out that this date was, in actual fact, the coordinated response to a family crisis; his fingertips moved lightly over her palm, momentarily trapped when her fingers flinched inward in reaction to how it tickled, then traced along the thin skin of her inner wrist. He wasn’t trying to pull away. He was lingering. Though his touch when he sunk his hand into her hair or drew her closer by her waist had always been fairly gentle, it had often had the faint aggression of hastiness to it, clutching her as they made out in her room, always listening for footsteps in the hallway. How Paxton touched her now was pure, exploratory tenderness. It made the hairs on the back of Devi’s neck stand up as a wave of shivers rushed up her spine and crested somewhere around the nape of her neck.

He must’ve felt that wave break, the foamy aftereffects in some tic of her arm or quickening of her pulse while his fingers skimmed gradually up the inside of her arm towards her elbow, because he chanced another quick glance at her.

“That feels good,” she explained.

Paxton looked forward, nodding slowly, and shifted in the driver’s seat.

“Good.”

She thought it must have felt good for him too, knowing he’d made her shiver.

—

The miles were flicking past for Paxton—another, another, another, as fast and steady as the dashed lines painted between the lanes, his arms cutting the water on the front crawl. He wanted Devi, beside him, to believe that he was paying attention to his driving, but he was honestly kinda zoned out. Like that time he’d swum to San Diego, he let his body go through the motions (in this case, twitching the wheel, putting on cruise control when traffic thinned so he didn’t have to focus on the pedals) while his mind floated freely.

Where it floated was to his girlfriend.

At ten years old, he’d been the last kid in his swim class to jump off the 10m board. It was optional—a treat after getting water up their noses turning somersaults below the surface and doing egg-beater legs in between—but all the other boys in the group had done it eagerly, shrieking on their way down to sloppy pencil dives. Paxton had climbed the stairs all the way to the top easily enough, even stepped onto the wide platform, bordered by metal railings and rough under his bare feet. He’d walked out to the end and frozen to find himself so high above the pool.

He hadn’t feared the water, he’d feared the air. Being so exposed on his own at the end of the diving board. Eventually, he’d retreated, then surprised the coach waiting down at the poolside by turning around and taking the jump at a run. Few memories felt as good as the sensation of giving himself back to gravity and letting it reunite him with the water. He’d just had to get past the exposure.

Same thing tonight, going to find Devi at the dance. Holding her hand in his had been him reaching the platform, but when they stood together, just inside the school’s doors, Paxton hadn’t known for sure whether he would take the leap or retreat. And not just for a running start this time, but in a way that turned his sixteen-year-old present self back into one of those nervous ten-year-olds who wimped out and had to take the coward’s way down—descending each step they’d climbed. He might not have run, and yet he hadn’t needed to back up and race into their relationship either. Momentum hadn’t carried them inside for everyone they knew to see them. It had been a calm approach, even if he’d been shaking on the inside when he saw Trent staring at them.

So maybe Paxton had learned something in the last six years, or maybe it was harder to feel exposed with somebody right next to you.

She really did look gorgeous, like he’d said, and because he didn’t want her to worry about his focus if she spotted him gazing at the side of her face while she texted her cousin, the glances he stole were of the knee region. Her dress’s overlay sparkled when the high lights of eighteen-wheelers passed them and the specific teal of the dress itself reminded him of a river he’d swum in once during an out-of-state family vacation. Natural and deep and fresh, and exasperating for his parents because he’d accidentally doggy-paddled himself all the way to a small waterfall and hadn’t heard them calling him back for dinner around the campfire. He felt all that about Devi, except for hoping for a different reaction from his parents when they met her.

Holy shit. He was going to have to introduce his girlfriend to his embarrassing hippy parents. But then, she’d already met Rebecca, so maybe they were set? A sister’s approval should count for a ton.

No, no, no, Devi would have to meet his parents. He was doing this. The two of them were doing this. Paxton exhaled determinedly through his nose and made himself concentrate on the remaining miles he needed to cover. His mind, anyway. His hand continued to stroke and search, covering his girlfriend’s hand with his until he had her fingers tucked away protectively under his own, and then caressing all the way up to the crook of her elbow so suddenly that she made a noise between a laugh and a yelp because he’d unintentionally tickled her. Man, she was cute.

The very end of their journey required the most concentration from Paxton; he finally took back his hand to have both on the wheel as he steered them off the highway and Devi’s got lonely or something, because it chased across to where he was sitting and landed on his thigh. His jaw clenched. He could feel the heat of her palm through his pantleg and congratulated himself on being a driving legend for driving smoothly to where they needed to park for beach access.

Devi had a pink sweater that she put on, but Paxton grabbed his jacket out of the back as well in case she needed it. It was almost midnight and a breeze rolled up off the water, rippling his tie and swishing Devi’s dress. He didn’t have to ask what they should do next—there was just one other car parked nearby and Devi’s cousin was already standing outside of it, raising a hand to wave sheepishly as they got out of his jeep.

“Here,” he said, holding out his jacket for his girlfriend to put her arms through the sleeves. “You guys talk. I’ll be down at the beach.”

Devi turned her back to him as she accepted the jacket, but she glanced over her shoulder with a look of concern.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. You’ll want privacy. I need to stretch my legs anyway.”

“Just don’t swim away, ok?” she requested. “I don’t think I can handle more than one rescue mission per night.”

Paxton could tell by her expression that it wasn’t entirely a joke. He grinned and gripped his lapels, now on Devi, reeling her in.

“I promise. You’d probably take the opportunity to try to drive the jeep home, and I don’t want to risk that.”

“Me committing grand theft auto or me getting hurt?”

“I bet they tested you for smartness,” he said, “but you think they have a test for being a smartass? You’d score high, Vishwakumar.”

“I know, I know, you don’t want me to get hurt.”

She was so infuriatingly flippant, rolling her big brown eyes at him.

“That’s right,” Paxton said plainly. There he was, up on the platform again.

Devi straightened his tie and let her hand rest flat on his chest. He remembered how overwhelmed she’d looked the first time he’d placed her palm there, right on his skin. Even now, it almost made him laugh.

“Ok,” she said, and he was surrendering himself to the sweet strength of gravity, propelled down to the beach while Devi stayed to talk to Kamala.

—

Devi had heard that there were tidepools here, and she was nervous about stepping into one and spearing some aquatic animal on her high heel. Well, she couldn’t magically improve her night vision, but she could take her shoes off and remove the possibility of impalement. They dangled from her fingers as she picked her way down to the beach.

Her boyfriend was sitting in the sand, staring out at the ocean. It just looked so romantic—with the stars the sky was too bright to see at home, and the waves, and the back of Paxton’s white shirt in the moonlight—that Devi decided to slip into the scene without saying anything at all.

A mistake. Paxton gasped and jumped. Apparently, he hadn’t heard her over the noise of the water.

“Sorry, sorry!” she said.

He sighed and smiled, getting to his feet.

“How’d it go?”

“I think it went well. She was feeling calm enough to drive, so she’s on her way home now. She’s gonna cover for me until we get back.”

“That’s good… but what about Mr. Kulkarni?”

“He was passed out in the passenger’s seat,” Devi stated. “I guess he’s kind of a lightweight? Kamala said she’s going to drive back to our school and leave him and his car in the parking lot. She’s planning to call my mom for a ride home. If it were me, I think I’d take the bus and try to sneak back into the house as quietly as possible, but Kamala still has a lot to learn about how to thoroughly dodge your problems.”

“And maybe about how to climb to the second floor of your house from the outside?” Paxton suggested with a meaningful smirk.

She did her best to return it, but the odds were that it didn’t look nearly as sexy on her. Then again, she had moonlight and midnight and well-displayed cleavage on her side.

“How’d you learn to do that so quietly anyway?” Devi asked, tossing her shoes to the sand and stepping forward to boldly wrap her arms around Paxton’s waist.

He’d had his hands in his pockets, but as soon as she’d begun to move towards him, he’d pulled them out. His arms encircled her, his hands on the back of his own black jacket. Although Devi wanted to offer him the jacket back—he felt slightly chilly through his shirt—she didn’t want the two of them to separate. Besides, body heat was a thing. This was practically what it was for. So Devi just pressed herself closer, breathing the scent of the ocean and Paxton’s fading cologne.

“Trent,” he said.

“Yeah, actually, that checks out.”

Were there boundaries between warming someone up while having a conversation and just hugging them? It wasn’t clear to Devi, but it felt good when they both went quiet for a while. She stood unevenly on the cold sand and listened to the thud of Paxton’s heart.

“You never said yes,” he said eventually, quietly.

“Yes to what?”

“I told you I came to the dance as your boyfriend and you never actually agreed to be my girlfriend. We kinda just started making out.”

Devi lifted her cheek from his chest so she could look at him. He didn’t appear disappointed, more like he was making an observation. Maybe he’d been reflecting, out here in the dark, while she and Kamala had talked.

“In my books, that’s an obvious yes,” she said, grinning. “What more do you need?”

She could see him trying not to smile.

“A little atmosphere would be nice,” Paxton said. “Maybe a long drive, or the beach. A full moon. Romance me, Vishwakumar.”

Devi vibrated with silent laughter. Or her heart was just beating really, really freaking hard.

“Sounds like you’ve got some pretty big expectations there.”

“And stars,” he added. “There should be a shitload of stars.”

With that, he took one hand off her back to point far above them. Devi tipped her head back, the light of the stars a friendly blur as she tried to pick one to settle on, just one. Paxton’s face coming forward to hover over hers blotted them out. Her boyfriend kissed her, light and ghosting and then firm and slow.

“On the other hand,” he said, pulling back a little, “I think we were onto something with the making out.”

Devi smiled and dug her toes into the sand to make herself taller, lips at the ready and realigned with his.

“We did set a precedent.”

[thestarsanctuary]

hi! I was hoping you could do a Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki and Kirishima (separate) with an s/o that has Tourettes, preferably they/them pronouns please. I hope you're having a good day <3

Of course! I was gonna take a break in the middle of my (unspoken) break aka me being lazy, but this request was so nice I- I had to 😔✋🏾 it was definitely the heart. It got me.

MHA BOYS WITH AN S/O THAT HAS TOURETTES

TW FOR ODD LOOKS AND STARES/BULLYING(ISH)

BAKUGO

Bakugo wasn’t really sure when he first met you about why your head was twitching or why you were repeating the sentences Aizawa had said sometimes, as he didn’t know you had tourettes. He never even spoke to you like the others did so you never had the chance to tell him until Kirishima did.

When you two started dating he started seeing patterns of when you would get to stressed and start jerking or spouting out random things you heard from youtube videos, he did his best to make sure you knew he was there for reassurance, whether it was a hand on your hand or just pure presence.

There were times when you would have ticcing fits and he would have to sit and rub your back and watch you, and in those times you realized he really was there for you.

He likes to do this thing where he rants on about things he doesn’t like to try and distract you- I’m not sure how he has so much he doesn’t like but every time it’s a new odd topic....sometimes it can literally be something like how he hates trees because when it’s fall he has to rake up the leaves and you have to say

“Bakugo they literally help you not die.” It really is a mystery sometimes how he’s so smart.

Sometimes you can be a bit upset with your tics. It’s not that you’re insecure or that you’re ashamed, but they’re difficult to deal with. The control that you could have isn’t there and that’s stressful in and of itself, and in those moments Bakugo realizes the best thing he can do for you - is make you understand that you are just like the rest of the class and the rest of the people in the world.

“Listen it doesn’t matter if you’re different because to me you’re still cool, you’re still funny, you’re still incredibly sarcastic and while I don’t enjoy that for the most part- you’re my extra regardless of whatever you feel. Get that bull out of your head.”

I mean, he wouldn’t date anybody less than the best.

MIDORIYA

Midoriya is the predictable character in the relationship. He researched about Tourettes and what he could do in times when you needed him, I mean he’s not perfect but he’d rather know something rather than nothing.

You tended to be the one who was more of a risk taker, and sometimes your tourettes got in the way of that- which could frustrate you to no end then causing harsher tics like hitting or yelling, and those were the times Midoriya tried to get anything too dangerous either out of your hands- or just out of the way so you didn’t get hurt, he was smart with it.

Other times he could be too much for you, almost treating you like a kid so you had to remind him that you know and understand precautions, but that you also want to live like everybody else and that is nothing short of your business.

You’re favorite activity with him was when he would help you study because he made it so fun for you. It could be hard to pay attention in class sometimes and do your work after school so Izuku would come over and assist you. He would make sure you guys took breaks and that you understood the topic at your own pace.

“Izuku can you like- give an example?”

“Well it’s just kind of- wait what is an example-“

In many situations Midoriya LOVED holding your hand, like he did it at any time, any place. It was something he thought wasn’t too much in public and it was reassuring for you both. When you’re tics got too much you could squeeze his hand, and other times when he wouls get anxious or something would happen he would squeeze yours. It was cute and handy!

There were instances when Midoriya definitely had his mistakes with your tics and how to deal with them but he was willing to take his time and learn because who would he be without his perfect person stayin’ by his side?

KIRISHIMA

Kirishima is probably the most sympathetic with your tics because he stay prepared for them. It’s never been like “Kirishima can you” but it’s always been more like ‘Kiri how do you always know’ and there’s never been an answer that he gave other than ‘I gotta stay ready for my lovely lover~’

Kirishima likes to do this thing where he goes “neck” after you have a rough day with your tics and with massage your neck for you or your back, depending on how your tics were. He likes takin’ care of you, and it’s not like he doesn’t know you can’t take care of yourself because hey, you didn’t get into 1-A by being a pushover.

Sometimes you’ve had times when people in school just aren’t all that accepting and Kirishima will clap back unprovoked.

“Sometimes I think about how sad you have to be to make fun of them and dang man, you got a therapist?”

Other times you’ll basically respond for him, like I said, you can DEFINITELY take care of yourself.

Whenever you’re in the car or on the bus on a trip in the case that you’ve gotten real excited (which is natural being around your boyfriends and your friends at the same time) he’ll play this playlist he made of your favorite songs and sing to distract you. Does he sing well? That wasn’t the question- but he does sing, only for you though because the other students keep dissing him.

He has a reflex of rubbing your back during free period or at lunch. I don’t think this is relevant but it’s something super adorable, and sometimes he just gives you his hand to look at and play with when you have anxiety as well to keep you calm.

Also irrelevant but other times he’ll facetime you before you guys go somewhere and ask what to wear because he wants to match with you, and it’s so cute because you could lie so hard and he’d believe everything you say.

You two are kinda a power couple like- you both can hold your own but also are such nice people, good job makin’ the rest of 1-A feel lonely guys.

TODOROKI

Todoroki is a simple guy. He doesn’t want to overcomplicate things for the most part because “why would I act like your guardian, if I’m literally your boyfriend” and that’s that.

He tends to try and keep you calm, as it’s something pretty simple for him, he knows a bunch of tactics for distractions or when those are obsolete, he’ll just sit there with you, and maybe rub your back or get a water bottle for when it’s done, he just never wants to do too much because he knows your capabilities, and he knows your limits.

He is also a large hand holder. Mostly because he doesn’t like the idea of PDA for the most part, and he doesn’t like leaving your side either, because you’re very comforting to him. It’s a given we all know he needs love and comfort please.

There have been times when people look at your because of your tics in public and Todoroki has had to give a little glare back because of the disrespect being blatantly put out. In rarer times you will both glare at the same time, those are the coolest moments of you as a couple.

Shoto doesn’t really care much for your tics only because he’d rather just make sure you’re ok then watch Avengers rather than treat you like a child if anything, and that’s because you told him first that you wanted a boyfriend not a babysitter (speakin’ facts) and at first he didn’t understand and he thought you didn’t want his help but soon understood otherwise.

Some cute things I like to think of are that he likes to put on your favorite songs when you’re anxious and try to dance for you. It’s not good- let’s start with that, because he’s kinda...stiff, but the attempt is absolutely adorable (and oh so funny).

Other things are he likes to call you cheesy nicknames when you’re cuddling because he likes your reactions everytime, because according to him, yeah he said it himself, you are very adorable when annoyed. Don’t @ me!

Overall he just loves spending time with you whenever he can, you’re truly a safe-haven for him.

EL FIN

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Alright tourettes is a real thing y’all, so I didnt make this rainbows n cupcakes bc im sure that’s not always how it is.

If anything in this is offensive or too much for somebody I can take it down and re-do it! I’m not too sure how it is bc it feels kinda repetitive but we’ll see I guess, and thanks to the person who requested my day was fine thanks 😩✋🏾.

I also included some things I like to do (play with hands and listen to music) because i have anxiety and I known that can worsen tics and can also come with tics (a lot of ppl with tics have adhd, anxiety, or some sort of disorder along with it)

- SS <333333

[peach-pops]

Hello! Do you remember "Dating a Hothead/easily angered girlfriend" blog from anonymous? Can I request for Akaashi, Kageyama, Ushijima, Sugawara, and Tsukishima of how will they react to their s/o? Thank you! I really really really love that blog! It really reminds me of me of being sassy 😂. Anyways, sorry for bothering you *bows*

Author’s note: UGH Im so sorry this took me so long to get out! I only did Kageyama and Akaashi cause I wanted a bit of a contrast hope that’s okay! Also, I wanna point out that there’s nothing wrong with defending yourself, even if things do get violent. I don’t condone violence I’m just saying to protect yourself in the best way possible! 

Here’s the first part!

Akaashi and Kageyama with a Hotheaded Girlfriend

-Akaashi-

Akaashi knows how angry you get so he always does his best to try and make sure everything goes smoothly to avoid any casualties

BUT Akaashi can’t control every little thing and he realizes this fairly early in your relationship

I’m a full believer that Bokuto loves raves and clubbing and because of this, he usually drags you and Akaashi along

One night you three and a couple of other Fukurodani members are out clubbing and immediately, Akaashi surveys the room: where are the exits? Where’s the bathroom? Which group looks like trouble? Where did his girlfriend and best friend go???

He spots a group of girls near the bar that are a part of a bachelorette party who are a bit rowdy but he kinda brushes them off cause there’s nothing threatening about six girls wearing cheap wedding veils

You guys get your own private table in the corner ( bless Konoha and his connections) and after an hour or two of drinking and dancing, you take the initiative to go buy the next round of drinks cause that’s just club etiquette and you’re lowkey ballin

Let’s get it miss independent !!!! 😤 😤 😤

Akaashi offers to go with you but you tell him to watch Bokuto cause he might bust his head from dancing on the table

Once you make it to the bar, you decide just to order a pretty expensive bottle for the table because you’re not confident in your ability to carry six shots back without spilling it everywhere

You pay for the bottle and start making your way back to the table when you see the bridal party from earlier hanging out at your table. You see two girls laughing side by side with Bokuto (ok my dude get some) BUT THEN you search for Akaashi and sure enough, you see him visibly uncomfortable as the ‘soon to be bride’ tries sitting in your mans lap.

Akaashi looks up and he’s conflicted cause he wants your help to get this drunk girl off of him but he also knows you’re crazy and you might kill her in the process

“ Your hair looks so sexy pushed back! Has anyone ever told you that before?”

“ Please go away, my girlfriend is coming and she won’t be happy-”

“ Aw girlfriend? No fair why are the cute ones always taken?”

“ Aren’t you getting married?”

You’re gripping the bottle so tight in your hands and Akaashi can see it in your eyes that you are soooo close to hitting this bitch over the head with the bottle

He already knows exactly what you’re thinking and he’s pleading with you not to just with his eyes

Would you kill a girl over sitting in your mans lap? Yeah probably I mean you were fucking crazy

BUT since you could see how serious Akaashi was, you loosened your grip on the bottle and placed it on the table. Before the bride could even look over, you had already lightly nudged pushed her off of Akaashi’s lap and sat down on your boyfriend as if to claim him

“ What is your problem, you didn’t have to push me!” The bride whined as she got off the floor but you kept your glare on her

Akaashi squeezed your thigh to try and calm you down but maybe it was because of the alcohol so you just clenched your fists even tighter

“ You’re lucky all I did was push you. I can’t believe you’re about to get married and you’re trying to straddle my fucking boyfriend!”

Akaashi can feel how tense you are so he sits you on the inside of the booth so he can be in the middle between the girl and you. At this point, you’re sitting next to Bokuto and he’s laughing nervously cause he’s never seen you act like this before but he’s a ride or die so hes automatically team Y/N

“ Are you threatening me?”

“ Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?”

“ Y/N stop-”

“ Yeah, listen to your boyfriend bitch.”

“ WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A BITCH?!”

Before you can lunge over the table, Akaashi keeps his arm out and blocks you from doing so. He turns to the girl and bows his head, trying not to let his own anger consume him,” I think you should leave.”

“ And what if I don’t want to?” The soon to be bride pokes bitterly as she attempts to wrap her arm around Akaashi’s shoulders,” what is your girlfriend gonna do, hit me?”

She’s right, you can’t launch yourself across the table and your arm doesn’t have the reach but you had alternatives. You grabbed a half-drunken glass of some brown rum and you flung the alcohol into the girls face

Everyone at the table was SHOCKED, lowkey including you cause you didn’t even mean to throw the drink in her face it just happened YOU SWEAR it was just an instinct

Who could blame you I mean you were so mad plus you had been watching so many compilations of “ Best Housewives Fights from Bravo” that it was the first thing you could think of

Akaashi, bless him and his brilliant mind, immediately blocked your body with his because the soon to be bride tries climbing into the booth to beat you up and Bokuto also has a protective grip on your wrist to stop you from killing her

LUCKILY before you could spill any blood, security comes and forces the girl to leave your table

At first, you thought Akaashi was mad at you so you kind of pout and tell him how sorry you were but Akaashi doesn’t even care he just makes sure you’re okay

In his head, he knows maybe you were in the wrong for pushing the girl but he would never admit it outloud cause he values his life

My heart swoons for this man

Bokuto on the other hand is slapping your back and shaking your shoulders going,” Holy crap Y/N that was AWESOME!!!”

-Kageyama-

You and Kageyama had only recently started dating so he probably doesn’t have any idea how mad you could get. He’s seen a few times where you’ve gotten upset over school or your family problems but he still didn’t think too much about it

Who was he to be put off at having an easily angered s/o when he was balancing between his own emotions?

Anyway! You were one of Karasuno’s managers and you and Kiyoko got SO CLOSE! The job was super easy and it meant you could spend more time with your boyfriend so win-win!

The only part that was ever hard for you was other guys constantly hitting on you and Kiyoko like damn okay you both were hot as hell but at least treat girls with respect?

You didn’t mind guys telling you that you both were pretty caused duh you two already knew that but most of them were SOOO disgusting and you never let it slide

Before one of Karasuno’s games, you were on the sidelines with Kiyoko chatting about the next match when you could hear some of the guys from the other team trying to get your attention

“ Damn, Karasuno girls really are as fine as they say, they look soooo good.”

“ God, the things I would do if I was alone with them.”

“ I know you two can hear us, turn around so we can see what we’re working with.”

You just kept your eyes locked onto your clipboard because you didn’t want Kageyama to see how fucking crazy you could get but JESUS it was so hard when these two guys were harassing you

“ Kiyoko, I will fucking lose my mind if they come over here. I think I’m going to snap someone’s neck,” You said through gritted teeth as you watched your boyfriend warm up.

“Maybe you should go cool off in the bathroom before the game starts. I’ll let Kageyama-Kun know what’s going on and I’ll meet you in the hallway,” Kiyoko suggested as you gave her prayer hands cause she really do be a queen

You took your clipboard with you as if it was a weapon and stomped out to the bathroom cause you knew if you stayed in that gym any longer, you would cause a scene

You rinsed your face in the bathroom and you took a few deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down

Your friends and family always told you that you needed to get your anger under control and now that you were dating, the last thing you needed was to scare Kageyama off

When you started to head out towards the gym, you felt in the air that something was off like spidey senses but instead, it’s like a creep radar was sounding off in your head

That’s when you saw Kiyoko and one of the guys from earlier cornering her against a wall

You can see that Kiyoko was visibly uncomfortable and you were just about to push your limit

“ I said to leave me alone. I’m waiting for a friend.”

“ Oh, you mean the other manager? I’m telling you, we would treat you like absolute queens at our school-”

“ Hey dude, back the hell off!” You shoved the guy to the side pretty hard to the point where he stumbled back a few good feet,” fucking creep.”

This dude, this mf has the audacity to POST UP TO YOU! You’re not even intimidated by him even though he’s easily half a foot taller than you

Like he’s in your face cause now he’s pissed that this girl actually managed to shove him pretty hard

“ Lay your hands on me again and see what happens.”

“ Are you threatening me? Cause if you are, go on and try to hit me I fucking dare you!”

Kiyoko is like nuh uh not on my watch and while im pretty sure kiyoko can throw fucking hands, she ran to go get Kageyama like “ go get ur girl”

This alerts pretty much the whole team even though they’re supposed to be warming up, they go with Kageyama cause if the boys hear your name and that you need help, they get hella protective

Kageyama slides over to the hallway and sees this dude yelling in your face and he sees red when the guy lays a hand on your shoulder

Before Kageyama can even make it over to you, you smash your clipboard over the guys head so hard, he hits the floor

BUT BRUH once he hits the floor you don’t! Stop! hitting ! him!

Like that clipboard is the perfect weapon oml

“ Don’t! Ever! Touch! Me!” You literally bash him after every word and this dude can’t even fight back like I personally dont feel bad but ummmmm you might commit murder

Kageyama rushes over to you and grabs you so you can stop and he’s trying to calm you down but once the word “bitch” slips out of the guys mouth, Kageyama grabs him by the jersey and is shaking him like a ragdoll

“ Watch your goddamn mouth before I put my fist through it!”

And you’re still heated so you want to basically jump this dude with your boyfriend cause romance ya know but Suga is holding you back ( he highkey struggling)

And now Noya and Tanaka are trying to hold Kageyama back because while they definitely would’ve reacted the same way, they don’t want Kageyama to go overboard

“ What did you just say? Go on and say it again-”

“ Kageyama please!”

“ You’re lucky I’m getting held back-”

“ Y/N! Enough!”

Just two lovebirds threatening a dudes life I love it

Things get resolved pretty quickly thanks to daddy daichi calming everyone down and now it’s time for the match to start

Suga lets go of you when Kageyama walks over and the first thing he does is hug you tightly. He practically squeezes the life out of you like this experience really showed how protective he was

He even admits that while he’s glad you can handle yourself, you shouldn't have to stand up to people alone and 100% doesn’t think you overreacted at all especially when Kiyoko thanks you for sticking up for her

He’s a bit intimidated by how you acted only because he had never saw you that mad before but he doesn’t blame you for how you handled it

[sometimesiwritebadly]

Carter (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: You’re a single mother, and your 12-year-old daughter, Carter, decided to track down her father.

Warnings: Mentions unsupportive asshole parents. Also language. References sex (between two underage kids) and teen pregnancy.

Notes: ....so i kinda disappeared for almost a month...and instead of updating my series i have decided to write a whole new fic... sorry? :) in my defence it says right there in my user that i only write SOMETIMES

also this is kinda an au where Spencer graduated high school at 16 instead of 12 yet somehow gets all his doctorates and joins the fbi at the same time. does the math work out? no. do i care? no. 

also sorry if your name is Carter. maybe you can pretend you pulled a Lorelai Gilmore and named your kid after yourself

Word Count: 1.9k

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“Carter!” You ran through the hallways, paying no attention to the various government agents staring as you made your way to your 12-year-old daughter. About an hour ago, you’d gotten a call from her school because she hadn’t shown up to her classes that morning, even though you’d watched her get on the bus yourself. After the longest 15 minutes of your life, you got a call that freaked you out even more; Carter had gone all the way to Quantico and was now with the FBI. You drove like a madwoman from work, especially since all the FBI Agent, Jareau, had told you over the phone call was that your daughter was safe. Now, that same agent was trying to keep up with you as you marched towards your daughter, who was sitting at a desk in the middle of a busy office. 

“Miss Y/L/N, maybe we can take you guys somewhere private to-” 

“Carter Rose Y/L/N, what on earth possessed you to skip school and take a field trip to the FBI?” You interrupted the agent, talking to your daughter, whose eyes were now wide in fear. You two don’t fight often- or at all, really. You’d had her when you were only 16, so sometimes your relationship danced the line around the line between mother/daughter and two sisters. This was the first, and hopefully only, time she’d done anything to make you truly angry. Instead of answering you, Carter just looked down at her hands, mumbling something. “Carter, the longer you don’t answer me, the longer you’ll be grounded.” Your voice softened just slightly, but it was enough for Carter to know how worried you’d been.

“I found dad.” Her words made your heart stop. You hadn’t thought about her dad in a long time, you wouldn’t let yourself.

“What?” Carter only looked over to the man that had been standing next to her. You hadn’t even glanced at him, you were too worried and mad at Carter. You looked up at him, and he looked at you, and you felt like your world was crashing down. Spencer Reid. You hadn’t seen him since you were 15, when he’d left to go to CalTech. He was just a couple months older than you, 16 years old, but he was already graduating high school with enough college credit to put him halfway through an undergrad degree. He was set to become one of the youngest doctors in the country. And now here he was, 12 years later. He looked at you with the same wide eyes he had all those years ago, the same look your daughter had on her face. 

“Agent Jareau?” The blonde woman came back into your line of sight, but you only glanced at her before looking back to Spencer. “Can you watch Carter for a while?”

“Yeah, of course.” Carter stood up to follow Agent Jareau, but before she could walk away, your hand stopped her. 

“You’re grounding starts now, C. Hand it over.” Carter begrudgingly pulled her backpack off her shoulder and opened it. First she placed her phone in your hand, then pulled out a book and handed it over as well. You glanced at the cover. You know for a fact that she finished this book yesterday, so you tucked it under your arm and held out your hand again, and waited for her to place her second book in it. A moment later, another book was in your hand, and you nodded at Agent Jareau, allowing her to take your daughter out of sight to what you assumed to be her office. Finally, you turned back to Reid.

“Hi.” You started, avoiding eye contact. You weren’t sure how to start this conversation. You never thought you’d have to have this conversation. 

“Hi.” Awkward silence. Instead of looking at Spencer, you looked around the office space, and noticed that some people were staring at you and Spencer. Spencer followed your gaze, and turned back to you. “Um, those are my coworkers. We have a conference room, do you wanna talk there?”

“Yeah, that’d be good.” You followed Spencer across the office and into a small conference room. You both sat down at the circular table, and Spencer opened his mouth to speak first.

“Is it true?” You only nodded in response, still not able to look at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You took a deep breath before looking up at him to answer. Spencer had tears developing in his eyes, and he was leaning towards you. Raising Carter on your own had been hard, but you’d never even considered how missing out on so much of her life would affect him. “You...you were going to college. You had this insane future ahead of you, and I didn’t want to ruin it. By the time I found out, you were already gone, so…”

“You left Vegas.” Spencer interrupted. “When I came home for Thanksgiving, I stopped by your parent’s house. They refused to talk to me, and said that you transferred to a boarding school.” You scoffed at your parent’s lie. Your parents were pretentious, upper-class people. They’d wanted you to “take a semester abroad,” and quietly give up the baby for adoption. You refused, so you emptied your savings account and booked a ticket to DC, where your cousin was willing to take you and the baby in. There, you finished up your GED online, got a part time job, and began to raise Carter. 

“Yeah.” You paused. “She was born May 19th. She’s 12 now.” Spencer was hanging on to every word that came out of your mouth. “She reminds me a lot of you. She’s always reading, and she loves school. I would say I’m surprised that she found you, but she’s way smarter than I am.”

“You never told her about me?”

“I told her some stuff. She knows that we dated in high school, and that you went to college early. I didn’t want her to feel abandoned, so I told her that you left before I could tell you I was pregnant.”

“You could’ve told me.” Spencer didn’t seem angry, but it was very clear how upset he was.

“I know I could’ve. But I was 16, and the only person in my life that was willing to accept me and Carter was my cousin, and she was only 22 at the time. I didn’t want to reach out to you only for you to reject me too.” Your response didn’t appear to make Spencer feel much better. “Look, Spencer, you can be mad at me all you want, but it’s obvious Carter wants to get to know you. I won’t force you to be a part of her life now, but don’t cut her out because you’re mad at me.”

Before Spencer could respond, there was a knock at the door, and a brunette woman poked her head in. “Sorry, I know this is important, but we have a case. Spence, Hotch said you can stay back, work this case from here with Garcia.”

“No, I don’t want to take you away from work.” You saw a stray piece of paper on the table, and reached into your purse to grab a pen. You quickly wrote your number and address on the paper, before pushing it towards Spencer. “Work your case, and when it’s over, we can talk more. It’ll give you some time to think things through.” Spencer looked at your words on the paper, and only nodded in response.

“You daughter is in JJ’s office, I’ll walk you over.” The brunette agent said, so you followed her out to pick up Carter.

~~~ 

A week later, you hadn’t received any calls from Spencer. Carter asked for updates practically every hour. You were tempted to give her back her phone and books just to get her off your back about him, but she’s grounded. That means the only books she’s allowed to read are for school, but right now it feels like you’re being punished just as much as she is. You were in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you when you heard a knock on the door. “C? Can you get the door? Check the peephole first-”

“I know, I know, never open the door for strangers.” Carter interrupted you, pausing her studying in the living room to walk out of your sight and to the door. You faintly heard the sound of the door opening before Carter spoke again. “Mom? Can Dad stay for dinner?” The mention of Spencer shocked you, and caused you to trip over your own feet and hit your knee against one of the cabinets.

“Shit!” You said loudly, reaching down to rub your hand against what would quickly become a bruise. Just as this happened, Carter and Spencer entered the room. Carter with a large smile on her face.

“That’s a dollar in my jar!” She said happily, grabbing your wallet from the counter and handing it to you.

“Yeah, I know.” You rolled your eyes, pulling a dollar out and handing it to her so she could put it in her jar.

“Mom and I each have a jar, and at the end of the month we go shopping with whatever money we have. Whenever she swears, I get a dollar, and whenever I do, she gets a dollar.” Carter explained for Spencer, then lowered her voice to a whisper, that you still easily hear, “I always have more money to spend.”

“Hey! That’s not true!” You defended yourself, even though you know she’s right. While the swear jar had easily stopped your daughter from using foul language (that she’d picked up from you), you had a lot more trouble holding your tongue.

“If your language is anything like it was in high school, then Carter is probably right.” Spencer joked, causing Carter to laugh.

“You know I don’t have to feed you two, I can eat all of this myself.” You responded, turning back to your stove.

“You wouldn’t!” Carter gasped, which caused you to laugh, giving yourself away. 

“Ok, ok, you’re right. This time.” You paused for a moment, “Hey C, Spencer likes reading almost as much as you do. Why don’t you grab one of your favorites from the shelf for him to read?” Carter clearly liked this idea, because she was running to her room in an instant, yelling facts about her favorite book from her room. You knew you’d only have a minute alone with Spencer, so you turned away from the food and back to him. “Are you sure?” You asked.

You could tell from the look on Spencer’s face that he understood exactly what you meant. Once he decides to be Carter’s dad, he can’t go back. You were giving him an out.

“Yes.” He answered, with more confidence than you’d ever seen from him.

“Good.” You said, with a small smile ghosting your face. Just as quickly as she left, Carter came bounding back into the room, carrying 5 books instead of the one you’d suggested.

“I couldn’t choose a favorite book. I read kind of fast, but you can borrow these for as long as you want! I don’t mind sharing.”

“Oh yeah? How fast did you read these?” Spencer asked, looking over the book descriptions on the back.

“I usually read a book a day. Sometimes I finish books in a few hours if they’re interesting enough.”

“Impressive! Maybe one day you’ll be on my level.” Spencer bragged. You tuned out of the conversation as Spencer began talking about how fast he reads, and how Carter could learn to read faster. You just watched them, enjoying the fact that for the first time ever, Carter could have a dad. And maybe, with time, you’ll end up being some kind of family.

~~~

taglist: @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal @la-vie-en-amour1 @peculiarinsomniac

[easily-infatuated23]

Lark and Robin

a/n: i love spencer reid so get ready for more of everyone’s favorite fbi agent and doctor. also i’m imagining season 10 reid hair

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none

summary: Spencer meets a girl in a museum, could this be the start of something? 

There is nothing as incredible as the ambiance of a museum. It creates a sort of melancholy feeling that prompts introspection. At least, that’s how see felt. “Can’t we move a bit faster please?? It’s bad enough that you wanted to spend part of your day off in a museum, but all of it?” She looked at James. She loved her long time best friend but he had the patience of a toddler. “No! You have to really take in the art here. The National Gallery has some incredible pieces” she said. They walked over to a Degas painting depicting dancers. “I mean look at this, look at the brush strokes and the colors, it’s just… beautiful” she said with a sigh. James rolled his eyes. “I saw a sign for a cafe on the next floor, I’ll just wait for you there”. She waved him off as he moved swiftly out of the gallery. She sat down on a bench facing the Degas painting and admired the artistry. She was alone in this small offshoot of the larger museum. It was peaceful. When she noticed another person enter the room she thought nothing of it, as long as they were quiet. The stranger approached her and spoke.

“Do you mind if I join you on the bench?” he asked timidly. “Not at all” she said, flashing a cheerful smile. He flashed a small smile back and sat down beside her. He was wearing a button down shirt and a tie, his hair was a bit shaggy and he was wearing a brown satchel. She leaned a bit closer to him and spoke. “Of all of Degas’s work, I think this is one of my favorites” she said, pointing at the piece titled “Four Dancers”. He nodded. “Yes, Degas actually painted quite a few dancers. He placed a lot of importance on the analysis of gestures and positions in his artistic style” he replied. “Dancers are the perfect subjects then. I used to dance in high school and there was a lot of analysis based on our positions” she added. He nodded. “What brings you to a museum in the middle of the day on a Thursday?” she asked. “Oh um well I’m trying to make the most of my day off before I inevitably get called into work. What about you?” he replied. “Same here. Although I run my own business so I don’t have to worry about getting called in”. “Oh that’s awesome! What do you do?” he asked, turning his body towards her enthusiastically. “I run a new and used bookshop near Dupont Circle called ‘Lark and Robin’s Hideaway’”. The man nodded again. “Why Lark and Robin?” he asked. “My best friend James and I opened it about a year ago. As kids we gave each other nick names, he was Lark and I was Robin so it only seemed fit to incorporate them into the name”. “Thats really cool” he said. “I love books, I try to read at least one or two a day”. “One or two a day? That’s incredible. I can barely get through one in a month! I’ve always been a slow reader” she said laughing.

Just then, his phone buzzed. It was a text from Garcia, informing him that they had just gotten a case. Damn. He was really enjoying this small interaction. “Duty calls, I’ve gotta head out.” he said, a tone of disappointment in his voice. “Yeah of course. You should stop by the store some time, we pride ourselves on having some pretty rare books.” “Ok yeah maybe I will” he replied. She reached into her purse and pulled out a business card. “Here take this. I’m Y/N by the way”. He took the card and put it in his pocket. “I’m Spencer” he said smiling. She smiled back at him as she watched him walk out of the gallery. He was relived she didn’t try to shake his hand. It was always awkward when he met someone and had to refuse their hand shake, but, she hadn’t even stuck her hand out. Although she didn’t know it, that made a big impression on him.

When he met the rest of the team in briefing room, he felt everyone staring at him. “What?” he asked defensively. “Pretty boy, you have got the biggest smile on your face” Derek joked. Spencer scoffed. “Am I not allowed to be happy?” JJ and Garcia looked at each other and laughed. For the rest of the case, Spencer kept catching himself smiling and thinking about Y/N. On the plane ride home, he pulled her business card out of his pocket and looked at it. It was a beautiful card. It had blue and gold lettering with two little birds on it. “Hey Reid, whatcha got there?” Rossi asked. “Oh um a business card for a book store in Dupont Circle. I met the owner at the National Gallery before the case”. Rossi raised his eyebrows and nodded. JJ laughed again. “What?” Spencer was truly confused. It seemed like everybody knew something he didn’t. “Let me guess, this owner was a woman?” JJ asked. “Yeah why?” Derek pulled his headphones off and leaned over to Spencer. “You clearly have a thing for this girl”. “That’s ridiculous. I just met her! I’m just happy that there are still small bookstores out there” Spencer said defensively.

When they landed, Spencer decided that before going home, it was worth checking out ‘Lark and Robin’s Hideaway’. By the time he got there, it had started to get dark. As he approached the store, he admired the royal blue door before pulling it open. A little golden bell at the top of the door chimed as he entered. “Welcome to ‘Lark and Robin’s Hideaway’ let me know if you need any assistance!” The voice was familiar. It was Y/N. Spencer continued into the store and was delighted to see high shelves stacked with as many books as possible. They were so packed in fact, that the books were overflowing into piles beside the shelves. He walked further in and stopped at the check out desk in the middle of the store. “Oh Spencer hello! It’s good to see you again.” Y/N smiled and tucked her Y/H/C hair behind her ears. “Hi again, I wanted to come as soon as I got off work”. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “You just got off work? It’s Tuesday.” He chuckled and nodded his head. “Yeah I have to travel for my job so I sometimes am non stop working for days at a time”. “Wow, that sounds exhausting. I appreciate you coming in then.” He shrugged. “I was curious”. “Are you looking for anything in particular?” He thought for a moment. He hadn’t actually considered what would happen this far into his plan. “Not really, got any recommendations?” “I personally love novels so how about….” she walked over to a shelf and scanned the titles. “This” she said finally, presenting Spencer with a book. He read the title. “Unwind by Neal Shusterman. What’s it about?” he asked. “It’s a fictional story that has a really interesting take on the abortion debate. It’s kinda spooky but I love it.” She replied. “I love spooky so this sounds great”. “Let me grab you a free ‘Lark and Robin’ book mark”.

She took the book and disappeared behind the counter. Spencer wandered through the aisles. She hadn’t lied, there was a quite a selection of books here. The selection ranged from some interesting looking first edition books all the way to children’s picture books. “Here you are, on the house” she said, winking as she handed Spencer the book. “Thanks, you don’t have to do that” he said blushing a bit. “This just my secret way of guilting you into coming back” she said with a cheeky smile. “I would have come back anyway” he said chuckling. He waved at her as he exited the store and unlocked his car. While he was driving home, he could feel himself smiling again. Once he finally arrived, he sat on his couch and opened the book. He pulled out the book mark and flipped it over. Y/N had written her phone number and a small message on the back of the book mark. “Call me sometime :) - Y/N”.

The next day Spencer found himself back on the BAU jet on his way to assist on another case. He brought the book on the plane and decided he would try to read this book slowly. Not because he had to or because he thought he would enjoy the story more, but simply because the book reminded him of Y/N and he wanted to keep that happiness going for as long as possible. “Reid, are you ok? You’ve been reading that book for a while” Hotch said. “Oh um a friend gave it to me and I promised her I’d really take my time”. Derek starting laughing and teasing Spencer. “Pretty boy’s in love..pretty boy’s in love”. Spencer just laughed and looked back at the book. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t. Either way, he was going to enjoy his book and be sure to call Y/N when they landed.

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Bro’s before that kinda bro part 7/??

A/N: HGIsioNGIEO Thank you for waiting!!! 😭😭This chapter was incredibly hard to write LMAOOO but I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you for your support!!😭😭❤️❤️❤️

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Your room was filled with this tooth grinding silence. You were so used to the laughter and conversations you had with Todoroki that this silence stung. You didn't realize how much of an effect he had on your sleep pattern, now it took hours to fall asleep without him.

You wished the two of you didn’t talk about everything because now everything reminded you of him. Unwelcome memories would wake you in the middle of the night and make you cry yourself back to sleep, and tonight was one of those drench your pillow in your tears kind of night’s.

You gave him so much and it felt like he gave you the bare minimum as a friend. You opened your heart up and tried your best to improve your relationship only for him to not care. Ever since the trip ended Todoroki didn’t try to resolve anything, he passed you in halls and acted like he didn’t even know you. You wanted him to talk it out but he ignored every text and call you sent, the two of you had gotten so far in your relationship you didn’t expect him to drop you so fast.

Lately you have been passing out in the middle of a break down and waking up to a soaking wet pillow. Tonight’s breakdown went way longer than usual, to the point where you were falling asleep by the time your alarm rang. You jumped awake to the sound and moved out of your bed, you were too exhausted to think and not ready to deal with today’s drama.

As soon as you and Jirou returned to school, Midnight pulled you both to the side and explained what your punishment was for sneaking out so late. The two of you were in charge of cleaning the classroom before and after school for a whole month. 

You and Jirou still hadn’t made up after all that time, the tension from the conversation of that night (which was over a week ago) still hung high. Since the two of you were too stubborn to apologize and move on, you would both work in this stiff, awkward silence. 

When you arrived at the classroom you were shocked to see Kaminari with cleaning supplies instead of Jirou. You couldn’t help but stare at him until he noticed you. “Kami? What are you doing here?” 

He looked surprised. ”You’ve been cleaning too? Why didn’t you ever tell me!?”

Ever since the trip, you and Kaminari didn’t talk about anything that happened the night of the dance and made a silent agreement to not tell the group either. The both of you did your best to act like he never confessed and you were on good terms still, but being alone with him and no need for filters felt unnerving. 

You shifted your attention to grabbing a broom. “Did you get caught sneaking out?”

“Yeah, I was too busy crying to notice any teachers sneak up on me.”

You choked. Guilt slammed into your gut as the memory of that night flew into your mind. “Kami I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“No I was kidding. It’s fine, It wasn’t all your fault.” He flicked your nose. “I got in more trouble for going off on Midnight though. So now I gotta clean three classrooms a day.”

“Really? How long have you been cleaning?”

“I dunno…” he checked the time. “For like two hours! I mean it’s not that bad since I can clean whatever classroom I want but no one told me you were cleaning in here.”

Before you could respond Jirou walked in. You and Kaminari both whipped around to see her standing at the doorway with her eyes switching between the two of you.

“What’s he doing here?” She asked, avoiding eye contact with Kaminari.

“Oh he was caught too. Don’t worry I’m sure we can finish fast!” 

When she didn’t say anything the room got incredibly quiet. 

“Uh good morning Jirou!” Kaminari said, to try and fill the silence but Jirou only scoffed making the silence hit harder. She obviously didn’t like you talking with Kaminari but you ignored her attitude and went back to cleaning, you didn’t feel like dealing with any drama at the moment. 

As you cleaned Kaminari would constantly ask if you needed help. Which was fine until he asked “Do you need help with that?” for the twentieth time that day. You found it getting awkward. Each time he asked how you were doing Jirou would flinch and glance at the two of you. It was hard to not notice and Kaminari’s obliviousness to it set you on edge. 

Eventually you got so caught up in your thoughts that you accidentally knocked over a glass jar but when you tried to save it you instead got cut by the shards that bounced off the floor. You hissed as soon as you felt the air hit the cut, a burning sensation coursed through your hand quickly. Kaminari ran to your side in a split second, already cupping your hand in his.

“Woah- you okay!?”

You retracted your hand from his when you felt Jirou’s stare on you. “No I’m fine! I can just get a bandaid later, let's finish cleaning!”

“Are you crazy?” He pointed to the cabinet in the back of the classroom. “I can’t just leave you here to bleed out. Sit down, I'm gonna find something in there.”

As Kaminari looked for a first aid kit, Jirou approached you with a clean napkin. You were shocked, you didn’t think she would help at all.

Jirou only shook her head as she adjusted the napkin on your cut. “How are you that clumsy?”

You felt your shoulders loosen up. It was kind of nice having her not ignore you, although she did kind of insult you, you felt a smile begin to form on your face. This was the most interaction you have had with her the whole week. So you would take it.

Kaminari approached you with a first aid kit and immediately got to work on healing your hand. Jirou kept her distance from him by sweeping the glass while he applied the disinfectant and wrapped the bandage. You felt awkward having so much attention on you, it was only a small cut but they were putting so much care into you, (Even if Jirou was kind of mad) you felt like it was a serious medical procedure. You hoped everything would work itself out soon so you could all return to the way things used to be.

But that might not happen for a while. When Kaminari finished he did something you didn’t expect him to ever do in the presence of Jirou. Or just in general because you thought that maybe he had some sense in him. The man was completely oblivious to everything, of course something like this would happen. 

“Yeah be careful with your hands, they might not be as soft if you keep being so clumsy.” Then he,

Pinched. Your. Cheek. 

You held down a gag. The moment of softness and ease was immediately snatched away. Jirou looked  hurt as she tied up a garbage bag. Why would he say that? Why would he do that!? Especially in front of Jirou? He must have realized his mistake when Jirou threw the bag to the floor and stormed out the room in an instant. 

You and Kaminari stared at the doorway with your jaws to the floor. 

“Kaminari what the hell was that!? You know she still has feelings for you, why did you do that!?”

Kaminari raised his hands in defense. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make her mad! It just came out before I could think about it!”

“You can’t just...” You groaned into your hand, trying to calm your nerves. “Kami, you can’t just make flirty jokes like that in front of the girl you just rejected! The whole day you asked if I needed help instead of her, I'm sure she was already pretty pissed off!”

“I know, yeah, it’s just hard to think about other people when I still- you know…” Kaminari’s eyes drifted to the floor.

Right. You forgot he still had feelings for you. “Yeah, I know I get it.” You looked him in the eye. “Just keep your boundaries, don’t flirt with me like that in front of her or like in general, you know how I feel.”

He paused, his expression turning sour. “I don’t know how you feel, we haven’t properly talked about this. And I don’t know where our boundaries are, I kinda never knew where they were in the first place.” 

“What do you mean you never knew where they were? When did we ever touch each other’s faces like that? I don’t remember you showing any romantic gestures before you confessed.”

“What? I’ve always done that kinda stuff, and you've done it to me too.” He held his hand out. “You would always hold my hand and rub it and stuff, how is that not a flirty gesture.”

“Kaminari I do that with my other friends too!” 

“Oh really, like who?” 

You paused, racking your brain for any proof to back you up. You didn’t want him to be right, it felt like there was someone on the tip of your tongue who you held hands with all the time. Then it hit. The only other person who held your hand from night to morning, when either of you were struggling, whenever they just felt like it was,

“Todoroki…” you groaned.

“Exactly.” He nodded. “You only did that with the guy you liked and me. So how can that not be considered a flirty gesture, I thought you only did that with the people you liked!”

You were taken aback, you never thought he saw you holding his hand as a romantic thing. But if that did look like one, then it explained why so many people thought you two were dating. You couldn’t remember if the two of you even flirted that much, everything past the night of the dance was hazy.

You sank into your chair. “Ok, yeah, I get what you mean. That does seem kinda flirty when you put it that way…” You inspected your palm as you thought about how much damage a simple hand hold could bring. “Should we just stop hanging out then, I mean what do we even do?”

“What, no way! We just gotta set up some new boundaries.” He pulled a sheet of paper from his backpack and tore it in half. “Write down stuff you don’t want me to do anymore on the front and stuff you do want me to do on the back! I’ll do the same for you.”

You reached for the paper and continued to stare at him. The two of you would get into stupid arguments alot, but your relationship would always get stronger in the end. This made you a little happier than usual, yeah he was a bit of a pain but he always tried his best to salvage your friendship in different ways.

As you thought back on the past week you realized how ridiculous it was for you to be scared in confronting him about his confession. No matter what, he would always come back and you felt beyond grateful to have a friend like him.

“Hey what are you crying for!?” Kaminari‘s hands almost went to your face, but just as quickly retracted. You ran your sleeve over your wet face with an awkward laugh. You didn’t even feel any tears running down. (You were probably a little too used to crying)

You waved him off, beginning to write away your new set of boundaries for Kaminari.

By the time class started you were forming a plan in your head. You were going to fix all of the relationships that went haywire on the trip, you were not going to sit in your self pity anymore you needed to move on! You doodled your plan out on your worksheet.

Step one: you would talk your problems out with Jirou and discuss how you two would move on from that night.

Step two: You knew Kaminari didn’t want his relationship to be so bad with Jirou, he probably wanted the two of them to be friends again, so get those two to communicate somehow!

Step three:.....

Your pencil hovered over the next step. The only other person who you had to make amends with made you squirm. You silently freaked out as you went over how and where you would approach him but every scenario ended with him still unhappy with you. You just wanted him back in your everyday schedule, and you were sure you could do it, but you needed to figure that out later, right now focus on friends.

You decided to text the group chat you made with the girls that didn’t include Jirou. You sneakily pulled out your phone as the teacher went over a lecture and typed away.

That was it. She didn’t say anything else, but left it very ominous like. You glanced over to Momo but she only sent you a wink before typing away on her phone, not texting your group chat but someone else it seemed. You tried to switch your attention to the lecture but Todoroki caught your eye.

He wasn’t looking at you, or anything actually, he was propped up on his hand falling fast asleep. Todoroki didn’t start napping in class until after the trip. He seemed more exhausted than normal, he would answer questions wrong when called on, he zoned out when others talked to him, and would have slower reactions during training.

Midoriya and Uraraka constantly talked about how zombie-like he had been since the trip and it worried you. You shouldn’t be because he was a jerk that night, but you couldn’t help it. You still cared for him. 

The sound of the bell snapped you out of your thoughts and you began packing away your things. You were feeling a little nervous for whatever plan Momo had created but you tried your best to calm your nerves. You just hoped her plan would make everything go back to normal.

Mina called for you as soon as you left the classroom, with Uraraka and Momo by her side. “(Y/n)!” She grabbed your hand. “Come here hurry hurry we need to grab a table before anyone else does!”

“Oh okay, what’s the plan going to be?” You asked.

Momo piped up beside you as you all rushed through the halls. “So I took a bit of your plan into consideration, but instead of lying to everyone…” you all turned around a corner. “I decided to tell them to meet up for group therapy! So now they all know what they’re coming into!”

You cocked your head. “All? How many people were affected during that trip!?”

“Oh don’t worry, the only people getting counseled are you, Kaminari, Jirou, and Todoroki!”

You gasped. As soon as you heard his name you tripped, nearly pulling Mina down with you. “Wha- You invited him too!?”

“Who, Todo-“

You slapped your hands onto Momo’s mouth making her go quiet. “Yes him! I thought it was only going to be Kaminari, Jirou, and I! What if he… does something?”

“Aw don’t worry. We’ll  all be here for moral support!” Uraraka said. “I'm sure the two of you will probably leave the cafeteria with an even stronger relationship than before!”

Momo nodded peeling your hand off. “Yes, I hope you can get your frustrations out! He’ll understand what you‘re feeling this way.”

“Guy’s c’mon let's hurry it up!” Mina said.

You nodded, feeling dazed as they settled into a table. You appreciated the girl's optimism but it didn’t change the fact that you were still terrified. You felt your heart get caught in your throat while you had this mixed feeling of queasiness and butterflies, just thinking about him activated too many bodily reactions.

You didn’t know if you were ready to talk to him yet. The imagery of him looking disgusted that night continuously flashed in your head over and over. ‘What made you think I wanted you to do that’ the words he said repeating in your mind as the girls talked.

Uraraka asked something but you accidentally tuned her out. “I’m sorry? What’d you say?” 

“I asked if you were okay.” She gestured to your hand. “You’re shaking.”

You hid your hand under the table. “Oh, yeah I’m fine just uh… nervous.”

“Oh, take deep breaths with me!”

“No it’s fine! I’m just a little nervous.”

“Shhh! Just copy me!”

You watched Uraraka as she closed her eyes and took meditative breaths, studying her breathing pattern. Inhaling for a few seconds, holding, exhaling. Inhale….hold....exhale. You slowly closed your eyes and let your worries slip out of your mind, only focusing on your breathing. You were about to get into some heated conversations, you needed something to help calm your nerves and this was it. You felt much looser now than when you first came in.

“That was actually kind of nice. Thank you.” You said.

Uraraka smiled back, looking quite pleased with herself. You began hearing the table gain a few more people, the rest of Bakusquad were beginning to sit at the table. When Kaminari spotted you he walked over to you.

“Hey, are you doing meditation or something?” Kaminari settled into the seat next to you. “I didn’t know he could stress you out without even being here!” 

“Oh shut up,” You slapped his arm. “You’re telling me you’re not nervous? Even when Jirou looks like she wants to strangle you everyday?”

He shook his head. “No way, I’m more hyped since I can yell at Todoroki with an excuse!”

“If that bastard tries to do anything snarky I’ll just kill him at this point.” Bakugou leaned back, letting a few sparks pop from his hand.

“I appreciate the violent gesture Bakugou…” You said.

Kirishima patted Bakugou’s shoulder and leaned back as well. “What he’s trying to say is that we’ve got your back in case he starts being a jerk.”

“Which he often is.” Kaminari coughed.

You rolled your eyes. Your friends figured out when you were out of your zone and somehow knew how to cheer you up (even if it involved threatening your crush). Confidence began to flow through you. You could probably confront him with your friends and get a better hold of your emotions.

As you all talked Jirou came in and chatted away with Momo, completely ignoring you and Kaminari. Time passed as you all changed subjects and casted quick glances to Jirou. You were all waiting for the last person and you couldn’t help but check the time every few seconds. It had already been ten minutes into lunch and Todoroki was a punctual person, you wondered what took him so long. Eventually the rest of the group started to share your thoughts.

Uraraka took out her phone and began dialing. “I texted Todoroki but he never responded,” She turned away from the noise. “I'm gonna call Izuku and ask where he is, you guys should start though!”

Momo clapped her hands together. “That’s fine we can just solve their issues for now! You guys ready?”

You had a gut feeling that Todoroki wouldn’t show up, and with Bakugou’s angry expression you were sure he had the same feeling. Disappointment filled your chest, it felt like he wasn’t trying anymore and it sent a bitter taste down your throat. You wanted him to try and no matter how much you denied it, it felt like a one sided relationship right now.

“Yeah sure let’s start.” Jirou said.

“Great!” Momo exclaimed. “So let’s start with some basics, what happened on the trip that frustrated you?

“Oh that’s easy, Kaminari rejecting me.”

“Uhm it would be Todoroki rejecting me too.”

“Todoroki showing up.” Kaminari said.

You casted him a sideways look. Joking around wasn’t going to get you guys anywhere. “Dude, be serious.”

“I am being serious. If it wasn’t for Todoroki none of this would have happened.” he mumbled. 

You cocked your head as confusion flooded through your mind. You thought the both of you dealt with your issues earlier that morning, you didn’t understand why he decided to bring it up all of a sudden. “He’s not as bad as you make him out to be though 

“Are you kidding? The dude doesn’t care about anyone other than himself!” his tone got more serious. “He would try to be here if he actually cared about you.”

“Todoroki sucks at times but so do I. You keep talking about him so negatively he has bad days like anyone else, I’m sure we're going to make up soon enough.” You tried your best to keep a stable tone, you wanted to believe it but it was hard to do that when Kaminari sounded so accurate to your thinking.

“Why are you so desperate for him?” Jirou piped up.

You paused, your eyebrows furrowing deep. Did you hear her correctly? No, you couldn’t have. “What did you say?”

Momo tried to intervene between you two to stop the conversation from going downhill but you waved her off. You wanted to hear what she had to say.

“I mean you’re all over that guy all the time. Even when he's not here.” She glared at you. “Didn’t he reject you?”

“Jirou why are you being such a jerk? You’ve been so rude this whole week and you’re getting more and more passive aggressive each day.”

She rolled her eyes. “How can I not? The two of you pull stunts like this morning so much it feels like it was done on purpose. I’m not being a ‘jerk’ I’m just pissed off.”

“Same thing!” You threw your hands up. “Look, I’m sorry about this morning but it was not done on purpose, it was just Kam and I being stupid at the wrong time.”

“That is such a lie. You knew he didn’t like me and you wanted me to confess so I could look stupid.”

“Jirou! I didn’t know he liked me until he confessed that night! Nothing was planned!”

As soon as you said that the table let out many gasps and stared at you with their jaws to the floor. You looked over to Kaminari whose face went completely red but you didn’t know what you said that was so crazy. “What’s wrong, what did I say?”

“When did Kaminari confess to you!?” Kirishima leaned over the table, looking at the both of you.

You facepalmed, you forgot that the two of you were trying to keep that a secret. 

Bakugou scoffed. “I knew there was something up with those two all along. They were being too damn weird.”

As Uraraka began a rant about how she was right and you were wrong, you and Kaminari both shared a mutual embarrassment of having your secret loose. You felt sweat pinch and roll off your skin, the tension on the both of you physically burned. 

You were so busy with Jirou you hadn’t noticed that you had revealed your secret. She was trying to drag this conversation but it continued to go into circles. You wanted her to understand that the both of you were not intending to hurt her but she just let her insecurities continue to get the best of her.

“I warned you!” Uraraka pointed at you. “I knew he was going to do something, I just had a gut feeling ya know?”

Jirou nodded. “See everyone knew he liked you. It’s impossible for you to not know it too, it’s such an obvious lie.”

“Jirou, that makes no sense. Just because they knew doesn’t mean I believed it, I only see him as a friend. I mean me and him even set up boundaries for each other!” You felt like you were going to lose your mind. She was dragging this thing on for too long and it all made no sense.

“Yeah Jirou, I’m sorry if it looks like we’ve been pushing you too far. We could maybe make a list of boundaries for you too.” He motioned to his backpack.

“I don’t want to make a list of boundaries! Knowing how you are you’ll probably break them.” Jirou snapped.

Kaminari looked hurt but before you could yell at her for being insensitive Uraraka put her hand on Jirou’s shoulder. “Ok, I think that’s enough. Jirou you’re letting your insecurities get the best of you, I know my friends they wouldn’t do anything manipulative like that. You need to calm down.”

Mina stepped behind Jirou. “Yeah, I mean they should have told us about the confession a long time ago!” She glared at the both of you. “But they wouldn’t ever try to be mean on purpose, I’m sure of it!”

Jirou looked down at the table. She looked seriously in thought, maybe considering the words they were speaking to her. “I just find it hard to believe that-”

You stood from the table. You were not going to listen to her go on another rant about how everyone was against her, you were not in the mood for it. At this point she needed to trust her friends because you couldn’t give anymore reassurance.

“I’m going to lose my mind, I’m this close to throwing my drink at you,” sounds of your friends' protests went your way but you waved them off. “I mean I’m not! But I’m only going to apologize for this morning, everything else is just a conspiracy you made up in your head. I don’t care if you’re angry, just don’t take that out on me.”

The two of you stared at each other, her eyes were unreadable. You couldn’t tell if your words got across to her, but either way you didn’t care, you needed a break. As the two of you stared at each other the bell interrupted your thoughts. You sighed out of relief and walked to class with Mina and Uraraka, Momo wanted to stay back with Jirou.

“I’m really sorry about Todoroki!” Uraraka said. “I didn’t know that he wouldn’t show up at all.”

“No it’s not your fault at all! He sucks and you shouldn’t take the blame for him.” You pinched her cheeks.

Mina wrapped your arm into hers. “Don’t worry, he’s being a jerk but I’m sure the two of you will make up. I mean he looks at you in class all the time.”

You choked on your spit going into a coughing fit. What was she talking about? Everytime you made eye contact with him he would glare you down. He avoided you and your usual route to class, he hadn’t acknowledged you at all what was she talking about?

“Don’t tell me you don’t see that! He looks at you so much I’m always sure you would notice him.” Mina continued.

“I don’t think he could have been looking at me… maybe he was daydreaming in my direction?”

Mina and Uraraka gave you a funny look before shaking their heads. As soon as you entered class the memory of lunch and Todoroki left your mind, all you could think of now was the lesson about ribs and how to not break them. Something about how you have three sets of ribs… blah blah, you felt yourself falling asleep and that’s how the rest of your classes went boring!

You were ready for the weekend, maybe this could be the first weekend you didn’t cry away. You were starting to feel better and it was thanks to your friends' help. When the day ended you walked out with the Baku squad, listening to Bakugou y’all about how he knew you two were hiding something. You and Kaminari had to explain what happened on the trip and why Jirou was going crazy. It felt nice talking to them about that night without crying. You were getting over it.

You decided to go to the dorms and sleep the day off, you didn’t need to worry about homework! Your friends wanted to go shopping instead, so you all went your separate ways, you felt great, like nothing would bring you down. You decided to make yourself a cup of tea before taking a nap, hoping the warmth would help guide you into a meditative sleep.

As you were searching for tea you spotted one of Todoroki’s teacups. It was the one you saw in his hands every morning, asking if you wanted a sip every time he saw you were awake. It hurt seeing it there, almost placed there on purpose. Everything was much simpler then and you wish you could go back.

You hid the cup as soon as you heard someone come into the common room, busying yourself with finding a tea packet. But when you glanced over to see who it was your eyes were met with two heterochromatic ones. 

“What are you doing here?” You whispered more to yourself than him.

“Getting tea,” The two of you stood not moving at all, you were so shocked to see him this whole encounter didn’t feel real. “It’s behind you.” he gestured.

“Oh.” You moved out his way in a daze. You still couldn’t believe that he was standing right in front of you, you couldn’t process anything.

The silence continued as you both waited for the water to heat up, not looking at each other. Soon enough he began pouring his tea and using his quirk to cool it down to his preferred temperature. He was about to walk away but then your body moved on its own again, grabbing his wrist. You couldn’t let him leave yet.

“We need to talk.” You said. He exhaled and stood in place. “I don’t know why you’re acting like nothing happened. Why didn’t you show up for lunch?”

“I was busy.” No emotion in his voice like before, his eyes were unreadable. You remember Todoroki acting like this when you met in his “I’m not here to make friends” phase. A reminder that you were back to square one.

“Midoriya and Uraraka said even they couldn’t get a hold of you today.” You cleared your throat, preventing yourself from making any voice cracks. “And you haven’t been responding to my calls from the past week either, how can you be that busy?”

Todoroki continued to stare at you, then he directed his eyes elsewhere. “What happened to your hand?”

You hid it from his view. “What? Don’t change the subject. I know you’re avoiding me and I’m sorry for kissing you that night.” You held your jittery hand, your nerves were acting out again. “It wasn’t okay, I messed up and I'm sorry, but can you try and save our relationship? Please?”

“I don’t know what I can give you.” His tone was cold almost like he was bored of you.

“Duh-uh clarity? What do you see our relationship as right now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well you could make an effort to think about it!” He only looked at you with that stupid confused expresssion and it was pissing you off. “Shouto! Why are you being so-”

He flipped his head around way too fast, Aggression settling into his features. “Don’t call me that.” He snapped. “I see you as a classmate. Nothing else.”

You felt your heart drop into your stomach and your fingers go numb. You felt heat rise behind your eyes and into your chest, it all pissed you off. You were putting so much work into whatever this relationship was and he didn’t do a thing. It was all one sided.

“Goodnight (Y/L/N).” He said your last name to make a point. Show that he wasn’t planning on being as close anymore and walked away for real that time.

You were beyond angry, hot tears built up inside you and you couldn’t help but to angrily wipe them away. You didn’t want to cry over him and you felt your tears betraying your thoughts. You wished you weren't so calm, you wished you screamed at him and cursed his name. But you didn’t. You were crying over him and it pissed you off even further as you climbed into your dorm. As you banged your head on the wall at how angry you were you got a text from Midoriya.

You brought your attention away from the text to the sound of a light knocking at your door, too light to be Todoroki. When you opened the door you were surprised to see Jirou facing you. She was fidgeting with a bag in her hands and teetering on her toes.

You quickly wiped away any stray tears from your face, “Hi... what are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?” You stared at her, unmoving from your position behind the door, until she held the bag up. “I brought snacks.”

You peeked into the bag and noticed a few good snacks, with another quick glance you widened the door. Letting her take her shoes off by the door, and pulling a snack or two out. “You can sit if you want.”

Jirou sat stiff against the chair, her eyes wandering around the room until they landed on you. You pretended to not notice her stare by opening a bag of chips, hoping she would explain her reasoning for coming. You felt like the day only continued to get more hectic, just continuous disagreement and blaming, you weren’t sure if you could handle another argument.

“I Uhm talked to Uraraka, she said that I should apologize to the both of you.” You glanced up from your snack. “I mean I didn’t agree with her at first obviously, but after a while I was in my room thinking about what I said and it all just sounded stupid.” She swiveled in your chair, fidgeting with her earlobes. “I think I just let my fears get the best of me, but how I treated you this past week was gross.”

You thought her words over as you inspected a chip, really trying to see if you could forgive her right now. She accused you of saving Kaminari as a second choice to Todoroki, ignored you for the past week, called you desperate, etc. So you really wanted to be sue you could accept her apology without mulling over it for the next week.

“Yeah it sucked, you were jealous of me for no reason and it bothered me. It was like you were trying to blame me for him rejecting you, and no matter what we told you, you were stuck on that theory.”

“I get it. I was being so stupid about it- I mean I was being stupid about everything.” She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I got jealous over Kaminari of all people.”

You giggled moving to sit on your bed. “Yeah, morons will make you feel all kinds of ways. But I think I can forgive you for the lunch thing, everything else might take some time.”

“I’ll take that. Baby Steps then?” You nodded patting the space next to you on the bed. She shuffled her way over, adjusting herself. “And sorry for doing that when I knew you were hurting. I never asked if you were okay and just bombarded you with more stuff.” She glanced at you, searching your face for a defined emotion. “I mean are you okay?”

As soon as you heard that you let out a gasp you didn’t know you were holding. Your lips started to quiver and it was like she set something off inside of you that you couldn’t control, that dropping feeling in your stomach came up again and emotions began swirling inside. You rubbed your eyes to stop them from betraying you, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself again.

“Uh-hm,” your voice wavered, “I’m…. yeah…” You tried your best to form a sentence but the tightness in your throat wouldn’t let you speak without any tears running loose. But when she patted your hand and asked if you were really okay, the waterworks started flowing. You couldn’t hold back the hiccupy gasps and sobbed into your hands. It felt so weird crying in front of someone, she hesitantly pulled her arms around you, patting your back to soothe you.

“I miss him s-so much he’s not the same,” Your words muffled into your hand. “And I dunno I missed you too and everything just really really shucks. You both shoved me away and I felt so helpless like I didn’t know what to do…”

“I’m so sorry.” She pulled you in a little tighter. “I’ll be a better friend, I swear. I won’t do something that stupid again.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, just until your sobbing went down into light sniffles. She tried to calm you down and waited it out for you, you felt happy about that. As time went by you somehow ended up watching a movie with your head resting on her shoulder. It felt comfortable, you didn’t realize how much you missed cuddling with friends and watching movies. You found yourself enjoying her company, so different compared to watching a movie by yourself in the dark, this felt safe and happy.

You felt your eyelids slowly close, the scenes of the movie starting to blur out. Jirou was fast asleep next to you but somehow held the phone up still, you glanced over her and then took it from her hands. You hooked it up to a charger before you woke up to a dead battery. But before you could go back to bed a text from Midoriya caught your eye. You rubbed your eyes to adjust, but as soon as you read the message you dropped the phone, pure surprise overtaking your mind. You didn’t know what to think as you reread the message over and over, it continued to stay the same:

Midoriya: Can you join me for dinner at Todoroki’s house?

How do you even respond to that?

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Hello! 💫✨💛 This is the love bot! I am here to ask you to describe your mutuals as your favorite things/feelings! Spread some love during these tough times 💛✨💫 Then send this to 10 people and keep the love going 💛

ty for sending this in ! i’m a bit nostalgic apparently and it will show through my answers, but it’s the best way i could describe my mutuals in this way,, it will NOT make sense in some cases (also i definitely forgot a lot of you i am SO sorry)

@outroshooky 

oh my goodness !!! you remind me of staying up late in the summer to go on car rides on the back roads with my friends and getting into deep conversations about the world and ourselves

@tender-suga 

you remind me of going ghost hunting with my mom and friends when i was little, chasing the paranormal and trying to make sense of my world all while having fun

@epiphanyjin 

you remind me of the feeling i would get when i would go to lunch in high school and eat in the arm room or courtyard with my friends and have time to laugh and get a break from classes

@suggable 

you remind me of when i ran my old aesthetic blog that was just pinks and blues and i would reblog clean and cute aesthetics and it was just very satisfying

@galaxiejoon 

you remind me of when i used to listen to this band muse for hours on end in my room and memorize their song lyrics and just vibe

@forestg0ddess 

ok i can’t use friend anecdotes with you lmao bc you’re a part of them but you remind me of the feeling i would get when i would go play in the snow as a child and pretend i was an arctic explorer

@jenphobic 

you remind me of getting to drink lemonade while lounging in my neighbors pool as bees buzz past and i get vitamin d from being outside

@jhlovebot 

you remind me of looking at the stars at night out of my window and thinking long and hard about how small and yet significant i am in the universe

@junghoesucc 

you remind me of when i first discovered good memes on tumblr and spent hours scrolling through here liking any post i could find and laughing until i cried

@leethotmin

you remind me of the day i got my old cat oddly enough, the surprise and happiness and love that i felt getting her from the shelter and bringing her home

@ghoulnights 

this is definitely because we’re talking about it but you remind me of when i watched twilight for the first time and would then get excited for rain because it was a “twilight day”

@starlightstae

you remind me of a fall evening when it’s still warm enough to be outside and i sit outside with friends at a bonfire eating smores and telling scary stories and gossiping and then getting really deep really fast

@crytaeby

you remind me of getting berries and peaches from a nearby farm that i like to go to and then taking them home to bite into fresh fruit

@honeyrap 

you remind me of my senior year when i went in to talk to my favorite school counselor about college and getting so so excited to go and finally feeling like it was something i was happy to tackle

@baekseok 

you remind me of getting to go to a muse concert my freshman year of high school and being fucking stoked and the sheer bliss of experiencing live music from my favorite band

@namcelestial

you remind me of a particular summer when i would stay up late watching a shit ton of anime for the first time and playing tennis and finally getting good at it

@equigay

you remind me of when i finally came out to my friends in high school and we all went to pride together and had such a good time running around buying stuff and watching the drag show

@joonsrack

you remind me of when i first listened to mono and felt so at peace with the world (and in love with namjoon alsjf)

@7blueside

you remind me of the first time i asked my crush out to dinner and got so many nerves but was also beyond excited to go and then had a really good time

@angtaelic

you remind me of when i have really good dreams and wake up early in the morning and go back to sleep just to finish the dream

@h0neyline

you remind me of watching run bts episodes when i’m bored and then end up binge watching them for hours because i have such a good time

@love4hobi

you remind me of spending time with this one friend i had in high school gym class where we would shit talk the whole time and also get into deep convos and both surprised each other at how well we got along

@seokjinsyaah

you remind me of watching movies when i was younger and getting so emotionally invested in them that i would have a whole roller coaster ride of emotions from them and come out of them a new person (ok i still do this)

@blossommoons

you remind me of when i get into a flow state while doing art and then come out of it and realize i’ve produced something kinda beautiful and cool and i have no recollection of doing it

@jins-kiss

you remind me of listening to my dad play guitar in another room and getting to hear a part of his past while he plays songs he used to tour performing

@breadlov

you remind me of going into the woods by myself on a sunny day to run and listen to music and encountering cute dogs and friendly people and getting to take pictures of the lake nearby

@bwintan

you remind me of when i talk to my friend from high school tennis and we just shit talk like crazy and say absolute nonsense but it makes sense to us

@mintedmango

you remind me of staying up late reading avatar the last airbender fanfiction in middle school (yes years and years after the show ended) and daydreaming about being a bender

@xuxiscult

you remind me of the first time i watched catallena by orange caramel and fell in love with nana and then subsequently got into a bunch of girl groups

@lovenamjoonie

you remind me of the first time i ever listened to the song tongue-tied on the radio and lost my shit at how good it was and how much of a bop i got to listen to

@rayofyoongi

you remind me of having family dinners with my friends and sometimes making it a murder mystery so we woud get dr*nk or h*gh and have a blast figuring out who the “killer” was

@jour-de-printemps

you remind me of having sleepovers with friends that i really love and getting to have fun and be stupid and also getting to talk about what matters to us

@caprisunmom

you remind me of when i was very little and hung out with these girls that really liked farm animals and we would play with their shit ton of figurines and planned out a whole city with them

@angeljk

you remind me of when i get home from being out and about (not recently though !) and lay in my bed with the fan on and just get to lounge and relax for a moment by myself

@softesthobi

you remind me of drinking tea on my back porch at night listening to the tree frogs and getting to look at venus and the moon

@vitamindfromhobi

you remind me of when i get messages from my most chaotic groupchat and i never know if it will be a crazy meme or 40 minute video explaining the status of the world (both are welcome)

@vampirevhs

you remind me of when i got ready to go clubbing on new years a little faded, putting on fishnets and cute makeup and then going to a drag show and dancing

@joonary

you remind me of getting to spend a whole day writing or painting and being so content with the world

@21stcenturyghouls

you remind me of halloween shopping and getting the cutest decorations for my room and home and then getting to decorate it all spooky

@jinie

you remind me of when i used to wait for the train in my university’s town and would be so excited, chilling with a snack, to go home for the weekend and see my friends

[moist-astronaut]

things my friends and I have said over the last year

“I’m verbally illiterate” “Isn’t that called dyslexia”

“I’m going to chemistry and I’m gonna light myself on fire” “No” “Damnit let me burn like the witch I am!”

“Don’t worry it’s not anti-Christ it’s just anti-government”

“I’ve been getting migraines everyday and I’m considering chopping my head off” “But that would kill you” “Two birds one stone!!”

“I swear to god I will hug you” “My house is 5 miles away and my doors are locked” “Your locks are FEABLE”

*writing an email* “Bitch comma”

“Ok but I could be a top” *laughing* “What I totally could be!” *laughing and crying for literally 6 minutes straight*

*on a group call, friends cat misha walks into the room* “Tell misha I would live and die for her, whichever she prefers” “She says thank you” *cat noises*

*joins discord vioce chat at 11:26 pm* “You guys are gae but I love you” “Thank you saeren very cool” “Goodnight” *leaves chat at 11:28pm*

“Jake jake jake jjjake -j-jaaake hey jake” “W H A T” “Can I eat your pens” “I literally have a restraining order against you”

“I’m educatn’t”

“Me calling you to dumb to be a slytherin is payback for you leaving multiple handprint bruises on my legs” “It’s not my fault your skin is weak”

“He’s rolling so that we can walk” *rolling in the grass and collecting leaves on his jacket* “I’m rolling for your sins”

“There are 7 of us so we can each be a deadly sin” “I wanna be Ross” “You mean wrath?” “No that dude from Friends”

“Ok but other than his strict attraction to women, his multiple wives, his hatred of gay people, and the fact that he is dead, what is standing between me and Joseph Smith the All American Hottie from being happy together”

“Consider: Mullet” “No”

“I do my homework while loudly eating a pop tart asmr”

“No no listen, he’s my brother, he’s a bastard of my dynasty…I might just ransom him off”

“These Norwegian bastards indroduced a fucking PLUAGE to my COUNTRY”

“Ooooo meth”

“Half of my life is me resisting the urge to sing the zaboomafoo themesong, the other half is me actually singing the zaboomafoo themesong. So either way my entire life revolves around zaboomafoo.”

“I just don’t think I would hire a gay man-wait no I’m not homophobic”

*chucks half a gallon of milk in a gas station* “-ah- got milk?”

“Gimme your sternum boy”

“Nooooooo he stole my sternum!!!” (Side note these were two separate occasions)

*being force fed milk duds* “No!! This is the worst way to die!!”

“Hey babe come over I have a hammock and a heated blanket”

“Be afraid, be prepared- IN THE WORDS OF SCAR”

“Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies stress eating-”

“I thought to myself ‘Y’know if I die today this is how I want to be remembered- a leather skirt and leg warmers’”

“I think I’m telling you to go to sleep” “You’re gonna have make me” “I can’t tell if this is cry for help or flirting” “Yes”

“This is at best cannibalism and at worst being straight”

“Oh look Percy Jackson’s here now, ooh they replaced every character’s face with Mr. Bean. I hate it”

“You can’t be mean to me! I’m gay AND a woman! That’s a hate crime!” “Yeah well I’m brown and Muslim! Square the fuck up bitch!”

“Babe it’s not very metal to be afraid of your hair dresser” “It’s not very metal to have a hair dresser and yet here we are” “It’s fine you’re into glam metal”

“Hey augie, got any grrrrrrapes?” “I’m doing IXL :(“

“Can I come?” “No” “What if I bring watermelon?” “You can come, leave the watermelon, then leave” “:(“

“What in the jersey shore”

“Rad’nt”

“Ok but consider: Mullet-hawk” “I can and will divorce you”

“Dee-vorce 👏 Just to 👏 re-vorce 👏 👏 “

“Ah yes, that’s why I’m fat…for combat reasons…”

“You fool I consent!”

“My Boston fern is being a bitch but that’s because it’s winter and that’s BITCH season”

“You walk through the rest of the house and it’s like ‘ooo witchy and aesthetic’ then they’ll get to the guest room and it’ll just be a tacky twink Fever dream”

“Who needs a scalp”

“HeHe, sexing”

“Council has decided, your vibes are rancid (and not the band)”

“You’re never to young to hate women”

“Look at me I did the dishes I’m a 1950s housewife with a strangely new jersey accent and affinity for lesbianism”

“Well look who has the table now”

"contrary to popular belief, fuck you"

"There's nothing here that requires whisking, i'm just problematic"

"If you could go anywhere in the world with two people, who would you choose?" “New Orleans!”

"So he proceeded to bite me on the butt...like, really, really hard."

“I don’t cheat, I win. It’s not cheating if it’s consensual.”

“My mouth, my choice”

“Do you like my ombré of a tan"

“Who’s the cutest in the chat right now then?” “It’s Paige!” “No, it’s obviously Augie.” (paige's boyfriend)-said by a straight man

“Francis is just a one and done.”

“Would you ever have a threesome?” “...yes...” *To Francis* “Sure!”

“How do you feel about anal sex?”

“Of the people in this room, who would you most want to make out with?” “Augie” “The answer is yes, but only if it’s 6 feet apart.”

“Square, flat, and overcooked.”

“The virus would be over if everyone would breathe underwater for 5 minutes.”

“I have daddy issues, but not with my father.”

“You’re a ladies man but you have two boyfriends.”

“That means lesbian in sign language” “No, that means fuck boy in American”

“I’m like a parasite, you can’t get rid of me. I’m here forever.”

“You’re like my long term hit man”

“Is it Jake?” “No, why would the evil Russian man be Jake?” “Because he would never hire a gay man and you don’t look like a gay man”

“Jake is homophonic, Augie is racist, and Francis is a woman hater!”

"Grew a korean radish, 1 star"

"I've got more cause i'm a rich boy, and by that i mean my father sometimes buys avocados. And that's on what? Upper middle class"

"Tell your good for nothing boyfriend to stay away from my mom"

"It's not inciting violence it's just ~inspiring it~ "

"Listen bitch just because you have avacados and a roomba doesn't make you better then me"

"i would totally let narthex ruin my life. and that's on what? daddy issues and bisexuality"

"who is titty"

"how is he racist" "he hates the french and russians right?" "don't forget italians" "that's just self loathing"

"This is the last time i wear a thong- it's for educational purposes"

"babe come over i'm a burrito"

"he put bread with milk. luckily he passed away"

"you touched my wiener!" "you offered it!"

"foot'nt"

"i took a shower and realized the floor doesn't bounce"

"i love ass whoooaaaaaa i meant cassie"

"Rosalie you're the deciding vote. Be decisive." "Dude i'm bisexual and a gemini. what're you talking about?"

"Okay so to recap: jake is homophobic, augie is racist, francis is a woman hater, and now paige is a bunny abuser?"

"Just bring a watermelon keychain and it'll be fine" "Whooaaaa i'm gonna need a big key then"

"If you were blind what would you even see"

Post Traumatic Youth, plus D for danny's disorder"

"i think she's past the phase where she likes people just because they're russian"

"francine is a lesbian, but only during quarantine"

"don't be a home wrecker!" "i can't help it!"

"we are not doing coed tents" "i wanted to go purple-ing though"

"if it's not perfect i'm gonna through hands" "with who" "i don't know, the CEO of stupid"

"don't make me feel guilty for bullying you"

"it doesn't look very cash money cool but okay"

"slinky cat" (ferret)

"The pond behind my house didn't freeze all the way through this winter, so i couldn't go ice skating" "okay, so i have an idea. we can go to walmart and get-" "ANTI FREEZE!" "well, yes- wait, no. No, the more i think about that definitely no."

"The amish will win, the amish will prevail" "the amish will conquer us all!"

"He do be kinda mafia doh"

"i'm being sneaky sneak. stairs go creaky creak. and i need. DRUGZ"

"brain on shutdown, power saving mode"

"Somebody go tip her, she's dancing like a stripper" "thatd be nice- oh wait no!"

"fellas, is it gay to lick your homies eyeball?"

"it's not racist if you're only targeting one group of people" "that literally racism" "but what if they're french"

"i'm not racist yet but the option is available, and it's good to have options"

"they don't call me Mr. Steal Yo Boy for nothing!" -a straight man who has a girlfriend

"i think he has a bad habit of not dating girls"

"kinda hot tho 🥵 in a Santa Claus kinda way...hoe hoe hoe"

"i'll be your hot jacuzzi bubble dealer"

"when deceit and doubt fills you up, you cleanse your mind through creative activities, such as making organic soap"

"friendly reminder #4: you're never to old to eat a freezie-pop"

"sorry i'm just nervous" Chinese Teacher: (Waving her hand in front of her face) “Just pretend I’m cabbage.”

"me when my dads name is publicly broadcasted on the radio for his 14 felonies and assorted war crimes"

"<@!523669420435046401> I sentence you to a solid nine by the banhammer. For your crimes against Humanity, God, Satan, and Matt Frank. See you in hell."

"Danny, just because you're playing *Just Cause* doesn't mean you need to Just Cause our friendship!"

"Silly Matt! You fell for the ole’ Heimlich maneuver!”

"i got a bunch of new shirts over quarantine" "you would"

"Ok, there's a 32 year old doctor in new Jersey dying right now" "Yeah, but to be fair everyone in new jersey has a pre-existing condition"

“This is the longest period of time we’ve had without a Nintendo direct” “Maybe they’re gonna make a Nintendo indirect?”

"you’re looking extra white today.” "thanks i've been practicing"

"do you have any batteries" *looks inside shirt* "not yet"

"let's go colonize the middle school!" "yyayayyayayay!!!" " wait I gotta ask my mom first" What happened next is know called the *Juniors burden*

"oh so you're a DOWNSTAIRS milk kinda guy"

"you are literally the human embodiment of crumbs in a bed"

"The Berk-ey Creamery isn’t a place, it’s a people!”

 "He shoved a floating joy-con straight up his flux-capacitor.” "great! now it's paired"

"No, that isnt armor, the real armor are the friends you made along the way"

"This one goes out to all my lady friends out there *proceeds to kill himself in game*

"i'm a coward" "that's what a coward would say!"

"rest is for cowards and fools"

"every time you speak you take years off my life"

"Shark dick hoo ha ha"

"Me and the boys brushing our teeth at 3 AM"

"remember if you kill yourself the fascists win"

"The Beatles aren’t real. Have you ever seen a beatle? No? Exactly." "Babe” "Shut up I’m right."

*reading over these quotes* "god i hate that" "you said that!"

[zoequeenz]

Plain Sight (Part 1)

MASTERLIST

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3rd Person POV at Brenda Samms’s Home

The powerful vocals of Aretha Franklin are all Brenda Samms could hear as she danced her way through her workout of the day. While the woman was distracted she didn't hear the arrival of an unknown man coming through her downstairs window. He stalked the kitchen, observing the china and decor of his victims house. As he ascended the stairs the sound of the music and workout video grew louder. Brenda continued to dance as the man opened her bedroom door. She turned right into the hands of her attacker. Hours later she was found by her children. The police were quick to the scene. There was a mess of silverware on the floor and a message on the mirror. This person wanted to be known.

“Get a good shot of her face.” the lead detective said.

The photographer did. Brenda’s eyes were glued open.

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Persephone Chase’s POV

Today was a very exciting day. It is Spency’s birthday. Yes, my best friend is 24. I couldn’t wait. I actually was itching to go to work. I had his gift for months now and I knew he would love it. It was a box set of Star Trek. Sure, we could just watch reruns but every Friday Spency and I would have movie nights and he always likes to focus on the facts. I loved whenever he added some little detail and I knew that he wanted to do it with Star Trek. I excitedly walked into work. JJ and I had a little surprise planned. I had the trick candles and a stupid hat while she brought in a cake. As soon as I got out of the elevator I bolted to her office.

“Okay, Spencer should be here in about three minutes, do you have everything?” I ask not even greeting the blonde.

“Well hello to you to P. Yes, I have everything. Breathe, he’s going to love this.” JJ tells me putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I let out a sigh.

“I hope so. What kind of best friend would I be if he didn’t.” I say.

I check my watch again and see that the three minutes had passed and Spencer would be here now.

“Okay, it’s go time.” I say walking out of JJ’s office.

I make my way to the bullpen and just like I said, there he was. I sneak around so he won’t see me. I am right behind his desk now and I walk up behind him and cover his eyes.

“Guess who?” I say teasingly.

“Hmm...Hotch?” he replies jokingly.

I laugh and lean over his shoulder.

“Happy Birthday Spency.”

“Thanks Percy.” he says with a small smile.

“I got a surprise for you.” I say putting the hat on his head.

“Oh wow, thanks.” he shyly replies.

“I meant this.” I say handing him the small bag.

He digs out the present and looks at it for a bit. I grow nervous, maybe I was wrong.

“I love it.” Spency says getting up to hug me.

“Yay! But there’s more.” I tell him as Derek, JJ, and Elle walk towards us with the cake.

I put the candles on and light them.

“Make a wish!” JJ says.

Spency begins to blow at the candles. But once they go out they come back on.

“Come on, man. Blow, baby! Blow!” Derek encourages.

Spencer keeps trying.

“I thought you were full of hot air, Reid.” Elle jokes.

‘Come on, Reid.” Morgan says.

“They’re trick candles, Spence. OK? They’re gonna come back on every time.” JJ finally tells him.

I giggle as he turns to give me a fake glare.

“Oh. Mommy to the rescue.” Morgan teases.

“Mommy?” Spencer asks.

I walk up to him and hug him around the shoulders.

“Happy birthday Spency.” I tell him again planting a kiss on his cheek.

He blushes, what a cutie.

JJ then begins cutting the cake.

“Hope you like chocolate.” she says.

I grew kinda uncomfortable with their flirty nature but know that JJ would never do that to me. We all crowded around the cake as Spencer got up to talk to Gideon. Derek nudged me.

“Happy birthday Spency.” he mocks dramatically scooping me into a hug.

“Stop, it’s not like that.” I brush him off. It was exactly like that.

“Whatever you say, Percy.” Derek replies.

“Hey, Spence, first piece for the birthday boy.” JJ tells him holding out a plate.

Morgan then calls him over and he accepts the plate. We all stood around eating.

“So, not that I don’t love the gift but why the Star Trek box set?” Spencer asks me.

“Well, on movie nights you like to give little facts or corrections. You mentioned one night that you wanted to do it with Star Trek so I got you the box set instead of just reruns.” I explained.

“Aww you actually listen to me.” he says pulling me into his side.

I nod. If I try to say words I will only fail.

“Sorry, guys, the party’s over.” Hotch announces hanging up the phone.

Shoot we had a case.

“Sorry Spency.” I say.

“It’s okay.” he smiles as we walk to the board room.

“We’re going to San Diego.” Hotch says entering the room with JJ.

“Not for surfing, huh?” Derek asks, already knowing the answer.

“They’re calling him the Tommy Killer.” JJ says as she sets down the files.

“Six women raped and murdered in their homes in the last three weeks.” Hotch adds.

“Six in three weeks?” Elle asks.

“Seems Tommy moves quick.” I say.

“That’s a short fuse.” Gideon puts out there.

“And getting shorter. The first two were eight days apart, then the next four in two weeks.” Hotch explains.

“Rapid escalation. Do you think he’s regressing to a psychopathic frenzy?” Spencer asks.

“No, he’s too controlled for that.” Hotch answers.

“See you on the plane.”

“Why the Tommy Killer?” Derek asks.

“You know the rock opera?” Hotch asks turning from leaving.

“Well, this unsub glues his victims’ eyes wide open.”

We all looked down in disgust. These unsubs just keep getting weirder and weirder. The photos are haunting. The women’s faces are pale and expressionless but their eyes give off a frozen state of fear.

“He wants them to see him.” Spencer says.

“And feel him.” Gideon adds.

I cringe. That is vile. Unsubs like this deserve to rot.

I quietly get up and collect my go bag. I needed a minute. This case was gonna be difficult. These poor women. I know how they feel. It may sound bad but I’m glad they won’t have to live the rest of their lives scarred. As I get on the plane I sit across from Spencer. I smile at him as I get situated. We lift off and once it was safe enough Hotch began debriefing us.

“Brenda Samms was found yesterday by her children when they got home from school. She had been strangled with a thin ligature, possibly a wire.” he explains.

“No weapon left at the scene?” Elle asks.

“Residue on the wrist and mouth indicate that duct tape was used and then removed.” Spencer adds.

“Also not found at the scene.” Hotch says.

“So he’s smart enough to not leave anything behind.” I say.

“Brought it with him, took it with him.” Elle says.

“He also started leaving messages at the fourth scene. This was on the mirror.” Hotch says showing a photo of the message to everyone. He then begins to read it. Spencer, of course, finishes it.

“It’s a ballad from the late 1600s. A dialogue betwixt death and a lady.” he explains.

“A 17th century ballad.” Elle states.

“Yeah, essentially, a woman begging death to live.” Spencer adds.

“What kind of person knows this ballad? Are we looking for a literature professor?” she asks.

“Anyone with an internet connection, actually. You should see what comes in when you type the word “death” into a search engine.” he geeks out.

“Reid, no wonder you can’t get a date.” Derek says. I glare at him. Sure, it’s only a joke but Spencer didn’t take it that way. The poor boy is so socially awkward but there is no reason he can’t get a date. Women practically throw themselves at him whenever we got to lunch or something. I rub his arm to comfort him in a way. He gives me a fake smile. His pride was hurt.

“Reid, you stay on the messages. See if there’s a deeper meaning.” Gideon tells the genius.

“Well, it definitely looks like he ransacked the crime scene pretty well.” Derek points out showing us a photo.

“A lot of damage, nothing taken.” Hotch adds.

“Maybe he still had some rage he needed to blow off, these things might remind him of a life he once had or one he could never have.” I suggest.

“The eyes are the thing, the signature. The behavior that isn’t necessary for the murder, but necessary for the emotional release. That’s what he’s there for.” Gideon says.

“There used to be a widely held belief that the eyes record a snapshot of the last thing a person sees before they die.” Spencer says.

“Yeah, that’s right. People used to write poems about talking to death.” Derek adds on.

“Ballads.” Spencer interjects.

“Whatever.” Derek replies.

“You think they’ll ever run out of new things to do to their victims?” Elle solemnly asks.

“Well, finding new ways to hurt each other is what we’re good at.” Gideon answers.

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Persephone Chase’s POV

We had arrived at the police station in San Diego. We all went our separate ways ready to work. I guess Hotch and JJ met with the Chief because I walked in straight to the boards with all the victims and scenes on it. The photos are chilling, some of the women, others of the messages, and even photos of their families.I was looking to see if I could see any mistakes or evidence he may have left behind when Derek started speaking.

“He strikes during the day in upper middle class neighborhoods. Extremely high risk victims at high risk times.” Gideon adds.

“He’s confident in his ability.”

“Looks to be about a five square mile radius.” Derek informs.

“So he probably has a vehicle.” Gideon says.

“And one that isn’t too out of the ordinary in these neighborhoods.” I say.

“You wanna see that crime scene?” Detective Martin asks us. “It’s still taped off. The husband won’t go back inside.”

Derek looks back towards Gideon and I.

“Let’s go.” Gideon says.

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3rd Person POV at San Diego Police Headquarters

After Agents Gideon, Morgan, and Chase left. Hotch and Elle discuss what they need to figure out.

“Alright, so we need answers to these questions.�� Hotch begins.

“What does the evidence tell you about the sexual aspect? What kind of rapist is he independent of the homicides?”

“I’m on it.” Elle replies.

“It looks like what he’s written at the scenes are most of the first three verses of the same ballad.” Spencer starts as he walks over to the pair. “Most of?” Hotch asks.

“Yeah, it’s only one part of the conversation. There’s no “betwixt.”” Spencer answers. Both Hotch and Elle look at him confused.

“Uh, death speaks, but the lady never answers.” Spencer clarifies.

“Maybe he feels like their bodies are answer enough.” Elle suggests.

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A/N: AHHH the second part of June!! I really like this two parts a month thing. Maybe it will be a forever thing. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!! A reader gave me some constructive criticism saying she wanted more of Percy and her own lines and thoughts. I tried my best to do my girl some justice and also make the story as how I usually write them. I have been waiting for this episode because this is a big Spencer episode because of his birthday!!! It's also my birthday so yay all around!! Love, Zoe!!

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Click Your Heart ~ Yang Jeongin

Description: You’re always in for a treat when hosting the school’s radio station.

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I AM BACK! I’m so sorry for being inactive for so long. This is inspired by the K-Drama “Click Your Heart”! I thought it was the cutest and I highly recommend it. AND I started this WAYYY before Jeongin got his braces removed. (Ik this kinda sucks :() More coming soon!!

As the lunch bell rings, students scurry out of their classes, in hopes of meeting their friends in the hallways. Despite being shoved by your classmates, you were able to make out your friend in the crowd.

“Jisung!” You exclaimed, hoping to catch his attention. He turned around, realizing that it was you who called his name and motioned towards the end of the hallway, where the lunchroom was located. Knowingly, you picked up your pace in order to catch up with him.

Cafeteria

Students lined up with their trays, waiting for food. It was either the most delicious cuisine or the absolute worst; there was no in between. Sighing out of relief, the school menu had more choices than usual. 

“Thank goodness! The food is actually okay to consume today,” Jisung smiled, putting the food on his tray. “By the way, where are you sitting today?’

You hesitantly scanned the cafeteria and noticed that the usual group you sat with was working on a project together, so you decided not to interfere. 

“Not my usual group, that’s for sure,” You turned back to Jisung. “Can I sit at your table today?” Jisung’s face lit up at your question. 

“Absolutely!” He squealed, hooking arms with you and then dragging you to his table, which caught you by surprise. “There’s someone you need to meet.” 

“Need to meet? They must be really important then,” You joked, only earning a scowl from Jisung. “Okay, please don’t kill me.”

At Jisung’s table, you saw familiar faces. There was Chan, Seungmin, Minho, Felix, Hyunjin, and Changbin. However, at the end of the table, you noticed a new yet familiar face. The boy had jet black hair that almost covered his eyes completely, with an amazingly structured face and braces. You made eye contact with the mysterious boy but you broke it, hoping that you weren’t blushing.

Jisung noticed, smiling to himself as he was satisfied with your reaction. ”Y/N, this is Yang Jeongin.” The boy—Jeongin, gave you a smile. You felt your cheeks heat up as you returned the smile and waved.

“From my music class!” I exclaimed, excitedly. Minho and Felix looked at each other, as if it was on cue. The older boy wiggled his eyebrows, earning a punch in the shoulder from Jeongin.

*

“Hello, student body and faculty!” Chan, your senior, cheerily exclaimed into the broadcasting room’s microphone. “Today’s topic is going to be a little different but we hope you’ll listen! But first, let us start today’s broadcast with ‘Music Reviews by Bang Chan’!”

Skimming down the list of topics for today’s broadcast, you noticed that you were assigned to something new.

‘Confessions with Y/N’ it read. You furrowed your eyebrows and decided that you should consult Chan once he was finished with his part.

‘Maybe the other club members would know.’ You thought, scanning the room to see if anyone else was just as confused as you were. Suddenly, Jisung and your friend, Seungmin, were standing in the corner, whispering to each other and glancing in your direction.

You sat down in the desk chair and pondered as your chin rested in your palm. ‘Let me wait and see.’

Chan exited the booth and handed you the papers that you would be reading from. Music played from inside the booth as the listeners waited for the next part of the broadcast, which was yours.

“I think you should introduce the new topic,” Chan suggested, lending you his dimpled smile. “You might find it interesting.”

You glanced at the paper briefly before turning back to your senior. “Is there something I’m missing here? We didn’t discuss this during last week’s meeting.”

Chan raised his eyebrows, considering he was surprised by your response. “It’s a special request. Not from me, but you’ll see, eventually. Just do it today, okay? Let’s see how it goes.”

Sighing, you nodded, causing the whispers from Jisung and Seungmin to die down. Chan patted your shoulder and wished you good luck. You entered the booth, adjusting the microphone to your comfort and cleared your throat before going back on the air.

“And that was 3RACHA’s ‘Placebo’! Let’s thank the trio for letting us advertise their song and make sure you give them a listen!” You fumbled the papers beneath the microphone, hoping your classmates wouldn’t hear the rustling of papers in the broadcast. “Hi, my name is Y/N and today we will be introducing something a little different from the usual broadcasts. Welcome to ‘Confessions with Y/N’!” Dying to get something off your chest? Submit your concerns to us and we can offer some advice. Stay tuned till next time!” Jisung motions to the time on the digital clock above the door, reminding you that time’s up.

You exited the booth and went back to the broadcasting club members, who were gathered in a circle. Chan dismissed you all, including Seungmin and Jisung. You were going to walk to the bus stop with them. The three of you asked Chan if he was coming along but he agreed to interview the dance club and get an idea for upcoming broadcasts. He had always been so hardworking and you wished he would take breaks and relax more but you didn’t bother anymore. It was almost impossible to convince him to take a break. You bid him goodbye before jogging to catch up with the two boys.

The next day

Grabbing your instrument, you walked into the music classroom and started back to your section, which depended on what instrument you played. In the music storage room, you bumped into Jeongin, who happened to be in your music, causing him to drop his music sheets. Flustered, you apologized.

“I’m sorry! Here—let me help you.” You bent down and started to pick up his papers and he did the same.

He smiled shyly, showing his defined cheekbones. “Really, it’s ok!”

His smile made you blush a little, causing you to break eye contact with him and stand up. You flattened the wrinkled corners of his sheet music and handed them back to him. “Here you go.”

Jeongin thanked you, which then led to the both of you standing there awkwardly, hoping one of you would break the ice.

“Oh!” Jeongin’s face lightened up as if he just remembered something. “Good job on your broadcast yesterday.” His bright smile stayed radiant from before.

How could someone have such a beautiful smile?

“Thank you!” You chuckled, grazing the case of your instrument. “I wonder if anyone will submit anything. Guess we have to wait and see.” You winked at him playfully, causing him to laugh.

He licked his lips and blinked rapidly. “Yeah, we will.”

•

Your teacher stopped the class in the middle of a piece to review a certain section, giving some of the class an opportunity to chat. You turned to your senior, Woojin, who was the only guitar player in the school’s music department. You asked him for help fixing your music stand, which he obliged to. As he was doing so, your eyes scanned the room, only to rest on Jeongin’s, who was not-so-discreetly staring at you. His eyes widened and shifted back to his music as he sat at the piano.

‘Weird.’ You thought before turning back to Woojin and thanking him for his help.

“Yang Jeongin! Your mind seemed to wander after we got to measure 17. Don’t get lost, that’s a very important part.” As the cute boy was scolded, he lowered his head but his gaze focused on you, which you didn’t notice until Woojin pointed it out.

“Sparkly eyes is still staring at you, Y/N,” Woojin chuckled. “Maybe you should talk to him after class.” He smirked, grabbing his pencil to write in music notes on his sheet.

The teacher made you all do two more pieces before the students were dismissed. You quickly put away your music stand and instrument in the crowded music storage room.

‘No sign of Jeongin,’ You thought, frowning a little. Staring at the time, you realized that it was almost time for the broadcasting club to start. ‘I guess I’ll try to talk to him tomorrow.’

The next day

After music class had ended, you waited patiently outside in the corridor, instrument in one hand and folder in other, in hopes that you would see Jeongin. Sadly, after minutes of waiting, you realized that he must have left to his next class already.

Jisung completed his part of the broadcasting which was: “How to make study material into a rap”. After the music break, it would be your turn to do your part; however, you dreaded it since you felt embarrassed reading confessions and not knowing what sort of advice to give.

Seungmin looked up from today’s schedule and motioned to you. “Y/N, you’re up.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you started into the booth and took a seat, flipping to the first page of lines you were given.

“Hello, and welcome back to “Confessions with Y/N”! My dear assistant, Seungmin, will bring them in.”

Seungmin brought in the box, which overflowed with slips of paper and handed it to you quickly, before shutting the door. This is going to take a while.

‘Why so many?’ You mouthed to him. He had a smirk plastered on his face and just shrugged, folding his arms against his chest afterward.

With your eyebrows furrowed, you began today’s “Confessions with Y/N” session.

“Hello everyone and welcome back to “Confessions with Y/N”! It seems like you all have lots to get off your chest but that’s what I’m here for-“ You cut yourself off to look through the many slips in the box. You studied the first one, reading it silently to yourself before repeating it into the studio’s microphone.

“Ok, here’s our first confession! ‘Hello, I’m in my first year and I struggle with finding a friend group. I have select friends from my classes but none of them are really my closest. How can I build a secure friendship?’” You fixed your position in the chair. “Well, I say maybe join some clubs or walk over to a random lunch table and ask: ‘Hey, can I sit here?’ Believe it or not, that’s how I made a couple friends so I don’t think it hurts to give it a shot!” You beamed.

A majority of the confessions were about drama in friend groups, crushes and odd experiences in their classes.

“Here’s an interesting one,” You paused to flatten out the crumbled paper. “It’s titled: ‘Crushing on my best friend’s boyfriend’. ‘Hi. Ever since my best friend got a boyfriend, he’s always around and I can’t help but notice him more. I tried to stop myself from developing feelings for him but he’s just making it harder. How can I stop this?’” Sighing, you put the paper to the side, beside the one confession that was left, waiting to be read.

“To be honest, I think this problem is common but often left unspoken. If I were you, I wouldn’t know what to do except wait and just hope-“ You are cut off by Chan snapping his fingers to get your attention and remind there are two minutes left. You acknowledged that you were pressed for time. “-that eventually they’ll go away. Maybe try to understand your feelings instead of being afraid of them.”

“Oh! It looks like we are almost out of time. I’m going to read one more and then that will be the end of ‘Confessions with Y/N’ for today!”

Reaching over to where the single piece of paper was, you grabbed it and began to unfold it.

Confused, you read the paper over and over again.

On the paper, there was a class number written: Class 503

“I’m a bit confused that this “confession” just has a class on it,” You mumbled. “On that note, make sure to tune in for the next broadcast! Thank you!” Taking off the headset, you placed it down on the table before exiting the room.

Small talk was made among the club members while you sorted the box that was bound to break; however, all the chatting was silenced once Chan walked in. He made his way over to you.

“So,” He cleared his throat, straightening his school shirt. “How’s the club’s newest edition coming along?” He said, excitedly. His dimple was prominent due to his wide smile.

You scratched your wrist lightly. “It’s going! I actually wanted to show you one of the confessions we got–“ You handed him the crumbled slip of paper that read of nothing but a class number. Furrowing his eyebrows at the sudden change of your voice, which seemed confused, Chan took it into his own hands and began to read.

“Hm,” His lips showed a hint of a smirk. “I wonder who could’ve sent it.”

He knows something.

You were not amused. You hated being confused and never liked to be left guessing. Crossing your arms tightly across your chest, you glared at Chan.

Noticing your expression, your elder raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“It seems like you know something,” You got closer to him, stroking your chin, suspiciously. “If I’m correct.”

“Listen, Y/N, I don’t know why you’re trying to accuse me of knowing. I would’ve told you.” Chan’s eyes softened, but his forehead tensed as he raised his eyebrows.

Feeling a little pang of guilt in your heart, you let your arms hang in defeat. “But I hate being confused!”

The class number seems so familiar.

DING! You had a light bulb moment.

“Oh!” Your sudden outburst of excitement surprised Chan. “That’s my class number! The person must be in my music class! Or they’re trying to reach someone in my class.” Chan chuckled at your behavior, patting you on the shoulder before turning to leave.

“Whatever you think, Y/N,” He shook his head playfully. “Anyways, I gotta go. Supposedly, the music club’s moderator couldn’t be at their meeting today so they asked me to do it.”

“But you’re a student.”

Chan cocked his eyebrow. “C’mon, look at who you’re talking to. I’m Bang Chan! Anyone can trust me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shoved your senior playfully towards the door so he can be on his way. You waved farewell to the rest of the club members before singlehandedly grabbing your bag and exiting the broadcasting room.

At the bus stop

Tap. Tap. Tap. TAP.

You couldn’t sit still as you waited for your bus. Jisung and Seungmin already boarded theirs and it seemed like hours ago that you were left by yourself. In one hand, you held the crumpled confession; meanwhile, your schedule was in the other.

‘This person must be in my class!’ You thought to yourself, but shook your head immediately. ‘I can’t just jump to conclusions.’

Frustratedly, you mumbled under your breath, shoving both papers back into your-already-messy backpack. You were beyond lost in your thoughts when someone suddenly joined you on the bus stop’s bench. 

“Maybe Woojin can help me.” You whispered to yourself, excitedly slipping it off your back then tossing it onto your lap, not realizing that you have wacked whoever was sitting on the bench.

Suddenly, a sharp breath was taken beside you, causing for you to turn and see who your victim was.

Yang Jeongin!

Eyes wide and mouth agape, you immediately started to rub his head, which is where you had hit him, apologizing frantically and your heartbeat quickening, as well.

“Oh my goodness!” My face feels like it’s on fire! “I am so so sorry! I’m so stupid, I can’t believe I didn’t-“

Softly, the flustered boy grabbed your hands, stopping their actions.

‘He has a soft touch,’ Breathlessly, you sat there, looking into those sparkly eyes that only stared back, making your stomach feel the light batting of butterflies. Noticing what he was doing, Jeongin’s eyes widened and he immediately yanked his hands away.

“I-It’s okay!” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. You scrunched your forehead with worry.

“Did I hit you hard? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even notice you were next to me.”

He sighed, shoulders slouching. So Y/N didn’t even notice me. Great.

“Not at all!” He tried to disguise his disappointment. “I was just a little surprised, that’s all.”

‘Ah,’ You mouthed, chuckling slightly before looking down at your hands to play with your fingers.

Feeling the bench shift, you noticed Jeongin inch closer to you. Due to the unexpected closeness, you felt your ears burn along with your cheeks.

“This may sound super nosy but,” Jeongin paused, as if he was getting his words together. “Were just talking about Woojin hyung? Is everything okay?”

‘Oh great! He heard me mumbling to myself.’ You mentally rolled your eyes at your carelessness and sighed, turning to the cute boy beside. When did he get so cute? How come you’re just noticing how perfect his hair is, how defined his cheekbones are and how his smile could illiuminate an entire room? My goodness, Y/N, get a grip!

“Do you by any chance listen to the school broadcast?” Jeongin nodded.

“As you know, recently I was assigned to a new feature called ‘Confessions with Y/N’ and let me say this: it is certainly interesting. But there is one thing that is confusing me-“ You paused to open your backpack and pull out the crumbled paper. Normally, you wouldn’t show just anyone the confession but for some reason, deep down in your heart, you had a feeling Jeongin was trustworthy. Plus, this was an opportunity to talk to a cute boy, so why not?

“- It just says our music class number,” You handed the paper to him, which he took into his lightly shaking hands. “When I mentioned Woojin, I was debating if I should ask him for advice or not.”

“Maybe they’re doing a, uh, puzzle type thing! Like, maybe this isn’t their last confession, you know?” DING! What you just heard made so much sense and you couldn’t believe how oblivious you have been this whole time.

“Yang Jeongin, you’re brillant!”

While the two of you were chatting away, you didn’t even notice your bus pull up to the stop. It wasn’t until Jeongin pointed it out.

“Is that your bus?” You shot up, grabbing your backpack and swinging over one shoulder.

“Yes! Thank you!” You started towards the bus but paused.

“Aren’t you getting on?”

“Oh,” He laughed nervously, looking at the ground. “I, um, I don’t need to take the bus.”

“So why were you at the stop?”

“I, uh-“ Jeongin sighed, clearing his throat before declaring confidently:

“I wanted to talk to you.”

•

“HE WANTED TO TALK TO ME, WOOJIN!” I screamed into the phone. “CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS? BECAUSE I CAN’T!”

“WELL, IF YOUR OBLIVIOUS ASS WOULD HAVE NOTICED HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE, THEN YOU WOULDN’T BE SO SHOCKED.”

“First of all, ouch. Second, even if I noticed, I wouldn’t have made a move. I’m way too shy.” You closed your books and shoved them into your backpack.

“What did you do after he said that to you?”

“Um...”

“Oh no. You didn’t just leave, did you?”

“I panicked! I didn’t know what to do. I’ll find him tomorrow, I promise!”

“No school tomorrow, dumbass.”

Monday

Each period dragged and it seemed like music class was lightyears away meanwhile it was only after lunch. You were a nervous wreck the whole day. Your body seemed to shake every time you looked at anyone in the halls, in anticipation that you would lock eyes with Jeongin. Plus, you didn’t even drink that much water! So why does it feel like you have to use the restroom ever five minutes?

Finally, the wait was over and it was time for music class. Lee Minho, your fellow classmate in Mathematics, tried to keep up with your fast and anxious but failed to do so. You apologized and said you would explain later.

Brushing past your classmates, you made your way into the music room and scanned the scene. No sight of Jeongin.

“If you’re looking for sparkly eyes, he’s not here today.” Startled, you sighed of relief when you realized it was just Woojin.

“Great,” You felt your eyes burn with tears. “I scared him away. He probably feels embarrassed. All because of me.”

Woojin patted my back gently. “Don’t worry. There’s still time. Maybe something came up.”

Broadcasting club meeting

“Hey guys-whoa! Why the pouty face, Y/N?” You rolled your eyes at Chan, gathering the papers for today’s broadcast before it was your turn to be on the air.

“Not the best day.” You mumbled, walking into the booth with your head down as Seungmin held the door open.

“Good afternoon, fellow students! I hope everyone had a great weekend. Today, we’re only going to read one confession and save the rest for next week, since we’re a little pressed for time.” Your school was sponsoring a firework show in the neighborhood’s park so a majority of the student body was heading to that part of town right after classes had ended.

“Okay,” You use the corner of the desk to flatten the paper. “‘A teacher of mine gave me a grade that I think is unfair. We did a group assignment and they never specified if we were going to be graded separately or as a group. I was the only one who did work and spent hours on it. Should I speak to my teacher?’”

I fixed my posture in my chair. “I know confrontation sucks but if you feel like the grade you received was not the grade you deserved, talk to the teacher! Try to make them understand that you were unsure how the grading process was going to work and that your partners were not helping you complete the assignment. Let them know where you stand!” Satisifed with your answer, you ended the broadcast feeling slightly better than before. You pushed yourself out of the chair and flicked the lights of the booth off, exiting into the main room.

“Sorry it had to be cut short. You know, with the festival happening later, there aren’t as many listeners as usual,” Chan went to grab his jacket, patting Seungmin on the back before heading out with him; both of them turning back to wave. You forced a smile and quickly closed the door behind them, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

In your hand, there was a confession.

It read: ‘Piano Room #3’.

You’re going to found out who is writing these confessions once and for all.

•

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-DUM.

You swore the whole damn school could hear your heart beat louder and louder within each step you took. Why are my hands so sweaty?

Finally. You take your shaky hand and placed it on the cool, metal doorknob of Piano Room #3. After taking in a few deep breaths, you turned the doorknob and pushed the heavy door open, cursing to yourself about the minor inconvenience.

You couldn’t believe who sat there on the bench, with their fingers lightly stroking the keys of the piano.

Yang Jeongin.

“J-Jeongin?” He jumped in his seat, dropping the sheet music onto the freshly polished wooden floor. Before you could offer a hand, the cute boy quickly grabbed the papers, not caring about the creases he was causing by the way he was holding it.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt but,” You softly closed the door behind you; however, due to its weight, it closed quite loudly, causing for you to wince. “Have you seen anyone come by and wait around or something? Maybe hide something in the room?”

Jeongin stood quiet, prying his eyes away from you and looking down at his hands. You felt a slight pang in your heart as you felt embarrassed for asking such a question.

Shuffling towards the shelves of music books, you could feel Jeongin’s eyes burning holes through your back. Did I do something wrong? You shook the thought and continue to rummage through the books, skimming along their spines. Out of nowhere, two arms, snaked over your arms, pulling them to your chest. They possessed such a gentle yet firm hold and it seemed as if oxygen was suddenly snatched away from your lungs, making it hard to breathe.

“I like you, Y/N,” Jeongin’s voice shook. “I like you a lot. I just couldn’t say it to your face.” Softly and slowly, he removed his arms and placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you around.

Those sparkly eyes of his. The ones that made you stomach fill with butterflies stared into yours, making it harder to focus. “You don’t have to like me back.”

He nodded disappointedly before turning away and heading for the door.

Jeongin placed his hand on the doorknob. It’s now or never, Y/N.

“I like you, too!”

•

The street was filled with colorful lights, stands selling baked goods and objects like blankets, considering it was a brisk, autumn evening.

Not paying attention, a blanket was suddenly thrown onto your shoulders and a churro was placed in your hand.

“My treat.” Jeongin smiled. My goodness, this boy is really making my heart do backflips. After you had confessed to each other, Jeongin excitedly asked you to accompany him to the school festival, which you gladly accepted. Ever now and then, you would share silent moments of the two of you just smiling at each other, simply enjoying the other’s presence and not being able to fathom the idea.

You thanked him, grabbing the blanket and swinging it onto your arm. Suddenly, someone bumped into you quite hard. It was no one other than Han Jisung.

“Sorry, Y/N! The fireworks are starting now and we really wanna find a spot to sit!” We?

You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering who the other person could be. Your question was answered the moment Lee Felix came from behind you and waved. Felix squinted his eyes at you and Jeongin, then widening them. He violently grabbed Jisung’s wrists and motioned to the two of you.

“Do you think,” Felix whispered very loudly in his ear. “Do you think they came here together?!”

“Hyung, you’re a horrible whisperer.” Jeongin rolled his eyes, then turning to face you. “Let’s go find a spot.” He softly placed a hand on your back, guiding you towards the grassy area.

“Oh my goodness, did you see the hand? Our Jeongin is so grown!” You smirked at Felix and Jisung’s banter.

You approached a clearing, with few free spots. Luckily, there was a spot pretty close to the front and was the perfect for the you and Jeongin to squeeze in; though, deep down, you wouldn’t have minded the lack of space.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Please make yourselves comfortable as the firework show will be starting in 2 minutes.”

Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Jeongin sitting with his knees to his chest, giving you the impression that he was cold. You unfolded the blanket, placing it onto his shivering body. He turned you with a puzzled expression.

“You looked cold.” You smiled, playing with your fingers.

“Ready in 3!”

He stretched the blanket out, letting it fall gently on your shoulders.

“2!”

Then, Jeongin placed his arm on your back, nudging you under the shelter of the blanket.

“1!”

You felt his rapid heartbeat against your arm and couldn’t help but giggle to yourself.

Good to know I wasn’t the only one going crazy here.

[autisticstarseed]

if u could, perhaps, bless us with all the applicable symbols from that fic ask for hvh 👀

ooOoOOOoOO Rub s gay hands togehter omg ty friend 😍;;;;;;

💡 - What was the motivation behind the story?

hHH i hadnt written in 10+ years so when i latched onto this plot idea i just thought itd be a good time to jump the shark and try it again !! i just wanted smth really edgy and depthful bc im emo and the rest kind of snowballed

💎- What was your favorite part?

osdlfksd;lf it’s hard to pick a fav but the drunk scene was definitely the most fun to write at least

⛰️-  What was the hardest part?

THE SCENE WHERE THE GANG IS KIDNAPPED BY ENKI,,,, i debated toning down the violence but in the end i knew where the story was going (and where its still going) and that its gonNA be kinda dark so why hold back now ig

🎭- What was the feeling or mood you were going for?

BITTERSWEET AF,,, sort of just treading the line of ‘hopeful’ and ‘hopeless’ at all times to fully portray the feeling of being at your lowest, but with that classic tss ‘silver linings just around the corner’ kind of undertone

🏟️- Who was your intended audience?

mostly all the adults that watched tss as a kid and felt like spirituaLLY MOVED BY IT cuz i really tried to tap into that Emotion Tee Em we all felt when we found out that zak was [redacted]

🔬- Was there one scene you were building up to/knew you had to get just right?

hHH theres actually a LOT of scenes like that and i think a lot of my general motivation to keep going comes from that ‘WAIT FOR IT WAIT FOR IT’ vibe slkdf:SDF but the Plot Twist tm in the latest chapter was definitely a big’n, and theres a few more of those still to come :^)

🗝️ - What were you thinking when you wrote it?

kjdjFSDs:DF tbh whenever i start really writing, [’im shifting into soup mode’ seinfeld meme voice] im shifting into maladaptive daydreaming mode

🎥- Were there any tv shows, books, or movies that influenced this verse, if any?

:^) devilman crybaby pls forgive me for everytHing

📈- Was there a clear character arch you wanted____ character to go on?

i actually have a short list of what i somewhat consider to be the story arcs in my notes !! mostly just for organization and obvs i wont list the future ones but so far we’ve seen the kushtaka arc, the enki arc, and now we’re in what i call ‘the annunaki’ arc.

🎢- Were there any scenes you were nervous about? For audience reception or otherwise?

ALL OF IT JSHDJSKD, but again a lot of the enki scenes i was worried would be too edgy TM, and the whole annunaki plot as well i was worried might be too ‘out there’ for ppl, but it takes the story exactly where i always wanted it and lines everything up perfectly so i went for it lol. i was also ofc worried if people would like ila or not bc oc but most ppl love her actually which is so 😭❤️

☠️- Did you consider killing off any of the characters? Did you?

8^) [mickey mouse voice] this is a surprise tool that will help us later ,

✉️- Did you title your chapters? What title do you like best?

yes! the next one actually has my favorite chapter title yet, but so far i like ‘so strikes the harpoon’ since its a throwback to the first couple chapters

☀️- Was there symbolism/motifs you worked in?

o every single paragraph is an overly thought out middle school poem im entering in the talent show actually

🎵- Did you have a playlist/piece of music that went with this story?

Yes !! i have HVH insp part 1, Part 2, and an extra one for all those songs that have the vibes but just dont fit enough to make sense in a playlist

📜-Do you want to write something like this again in the future?

probably ! ive learned i definitely like the edgy/darker and emotionally driven stories with ongoing plot, so that trend will almost definitely continue. idk if ill write a dystopia again anytime soon, but i think my future stuff will at least retain that long and heavy vibe

💁- Did readers influence/change any part of this story?

oh yEA like basically i was ready to quit after the very first chapter before it was even written and kinda just got it all out on a whim of motivation but was expecting to flake on it like i tend to do with projects, but the invested response to it was just so uplifting that its what ive been riding on all ten chapters and im so grateful for it :’)))

✏️-Would you go back and change anything if you could?

hHHHHHHH yes and ok this is terrible but i actually tend to avoid re-reading my older chapters until i hAVe to bc i suffer from that sO much ,,, , its just little things like tiny words i wanna change or bits i wanna take out/put in and once or twice ive even caught a mistake or plot hole/smth i forgot to add that i rly do have to go back and edit and i just turn to dust every tim e

⭐- What’s a scene/paragraph you’re proud of?

i really liked the northern lights scene!! it was meant to be a pivotal moment of that ‘bittersweetness’ vibe i was talking abt and it was another one of those scenes i had been planning for a while;;;

“ I think of how much the rest of the family would love this. This isn’t like the moon and the sun, where I can see it and know that even if it looks different, they’ll see the same one soon enough, wherever they are. This reminds me only that I am not with them. It stings. It seems unnatural for something so gentle and natural to appear before us as if we aren’t in complete, total fucking chaos. After all we’ve been through, and the sky still dances. “

📣-What was the best piece of encouragement you got?

AVERY ALL OF UR LIVEBL OGS AND COMMENTS GIV ME SUCH L I FE, ,, ,, CRYIGN CAT FA ce

🔦-Did you learn anything while writing it? About yourself? Writing?

isdfhSDF YEs, part of my hesitation to write came from this thing where i always just assumed there was a wildly high standard of writing in fandom spaces like in original literature spaces, where you had to have like 10+ sentences to a paragraph and you had to describe every tiny detail of a setting and you had to follow every single grammar rule or it was unreadable but like. genuinely its like sculpting with words as long as you have a shape ppl get the idea which is such a weight off my shoulders lol, its still a lot of work but so much fun to know i can to an extent do what i want and ppl actually like it like that. i also learned that like most other writers i have to cause my favs emotional and physical pain,

🎁- Any writing advice for people who want to write something like this?

hhHHHH 1. please do it its so fun just give in to the edge my guy , 2. try to get comfortable re-reading your chapters, for me its like when ppl listen to themselves sing/act but im trying to do better bc its so much more consistent when i keep it fresh in my mind and it also boosts confidence when u can pick out the things u like instead of the things u dont, 3. trying to have at least one scene in mind for each chapter that ur excited to write so u can have motivation to update faster! for me it doesnt have to be smth i think would excite the audience either like it could be the most basic thing but just having an idea of it and knowing i want to see it come to life rly helps me stay on top of it all

TY SM FRIEND THIS WAS SO FUN x x )

[music-wxtch]

hey hey hey! could you do a blurryface era tyler jospeh were he dates a satanic reader. thanks!

Contracted to the Darkness

a/n: in the beginning, the reader (female) is in eighth grade and then the story time periods to beginning of/summer of senior year of high school

Reader P.O.V.

I had just got home with my auntie from our little coven. As she tried to unlock our old, rusted door, I looked over to see a moving truck next door to the church. You see, me and my aunt live on a street with a bunch of catholic families and a church literally down our street. It’s so ironic because we are wiccans, “witches” of the dark Lord, Satan.

“Ah ha!” my aunt said as she got the door to open. “Come come now dear, I’ve got to make some macaroons for the High Priest’s wife”she said as she headed her arm out to let me inside. My Aunt Anastasia was a very sweet and kind hearted lady. She sometimes even reminds me of Aunt Hilda from the old comic book series, Sabrina, The Teenage Witch. I slowly put my homemade knitted hat on the coat rack and walked into the kitchen where my aunt was. “Hey Auntie…” I started, “did you see that moving truck near the church. I think I saw a family moving in with boxes.” She looked up from what she was doing. “No sweetie, but if you want to make your famous cookies to welcome them, I think you might just make some new friends” she said with a smile. HA! New friends? This woman sends me to a catholic grade school and then expects me to make friends. “New friends my ass” I mumbled. “Hey!” she yelled. It caused me to jumped a bit because she only yelled at me if I was in serious trouble. I looked at her and she rubbed her hands against her face and let out a sigh. “Look (y/n), I know it’s very hard to make friends, especially when you’re a wiccan and you go to a catholic school. I sent you there because I want you to make the most of you’re school work, which you are…” she began, “But I can’t fix the whole ‘religion’ thing.” She walked up a bit to hug me. “Just promise me you won’t get hurt. I love you and you know that” she said. I hugged her back. “Now let’s make some cookies for the neighbors” she said.

…………………

As I was walking down the street with a hot plate of fresh cookies in my hands, I heard a group of boys yell “Satan’s bitch”. I ignored them and kept walking down the street. When I got to the moving truck, a woman, who I assumed was the mother, came up walking to me with a smile on her face. I smiled and walked up to her, where we both met in the middle. “Hello there! You must be our next door neighbor I’m guessing” she said with a sweet smile. “Actually, I’m you’re neighbor from up the street…” I said, pointing to my house the best I could. “But um, yes, I am your neighbor.” I finished with a small chuckle. She laughed and called for her kids so I could meet them.

As they all came out, the kinda lined up in front of their mom; except for one. He had a red beanie on, black clothes, beside his socks which were red, and these chocolate eyes, you could get lost in. “This is Madison, Zach, Jay, and…” she turned around to grab the eldest child by the shoulders and move him in front of her “This is our oldest, Tyler.” she said. I said hi and then the little girl, ran up and stood next to me and said “Are those cookies for me?”. She had the biggest puppy eyes I’ve ever seen. I giggled a bit and told her “Well, they are for you, but there for your brothers too”. “Do you have annoying brothers too” she asked. “Actually no. I just live with my Aunt Anastasia. But I’m sure you can meet her soon” I said. “Where’s you’re mommy and daddy?” she asked. I was starting to get uncomfortable with that question, but then the neighborhood ‘Golden Boy’, Johnny Newsham came from behind me and said to her, “Well little girl…” he said as he put his arm around my shoulder, “Her daddy’s in jail and her mommy is dead. Isn’t that right (y/n)?” “Excuse me?” I heard the mother say, “I think you need to leave young man. Now.” Johnny put his hands up in surrender and walked away. She gently took the plate out of my hand and said “I’m sorry sweetie.”. She put a hand on my shoulder and thanked me for the cookies. “It’s fine really. I hear from it a lot at school.” I said trying to shrug it off. “Here, let me get Tyler to walk you home.” she said with a slight smile. I saw Tyler trying to help with the boxes and it looked like he didn’t want to be bothered. “No thanks Mrs. Jospeh, I can just go by myself.” “No no, sweetie I insist…” she said calmly “Tyler!” Tyler came running out of the house and stood right next to his mom. “Yes…” “Could you walk this nice girl home please?” she said convincing. He looked at me, up and down, then looked back at his mom. “Let’s go” he said out of sarcasm. As we walked home, I asked where he was he going to school.

“Queen Of Peace. You?” he asked.

“Same” I said quietly.

“Bet you have many friends there” he said sighing.

“Nope. Get bullied everyday. Same reason, same people” I said. He looked at me and them slightly smiled. “Me too.” We get to the front of my porch. “Wait!” I yelled before he started walking away. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote my number on it. “Here” I said, handing him the paper. Then I held out my hand.

“Hi, I’m (y/n) (y/l/n).” I said with a smile. The boy chuckled and held out his hand. “Hello, I’m Tyler Jospeh”.

~One Year Later - Freshman Year~

Tyler P.O.V.

It was possibly one of the worst thing that could happen in high school; dances. The home-coming dance was coming up and I didn’t have anyone to go with. Neither did (y/n). But the beginning of Christmas Break in eight grade, we were best friends. So, maybe we could go just as friends; I mean, our families want us to go and be a little more social.

…………

“Hey (y/n/n)” I called out.

“Hey Ty, you ok?” she asked with concern. I swear, she had the cutest little face when she was questioning.

“Yeah… yeah, actually I wanted to ask you something,” I said. I really hopes this doesn’t screw anything up between us. “Did you wanna go to homecoming dance with me… ya know, like as friends and if you don’t we could go to that new Taco Bell or we cou-“ she placed her small finger between my blabbering lips.

“Sure, why not” she replied. Later that week, I’ve never seen anyone wear a black and red dress so perfectly.

~One and a Half Year Later - Summer of Sophomore Year~

Reader’s P.O.V.

“Oh no, Where are you thy Romeo?” I called out.

“Over here, by the Black Lake Juliet” Tyler said in a terrible romantic accent. I laughed so hard I almost fell to the ground. It’s been two years since Tyler found out about me being a wiccan, but he says that we all have demons and that I was brave enough to believe in them. We were currently playing in my in-ground pool in my yard. Hey, I might live in the creepiest house on th street, but at least I’ve got the biggest backyard. My aunt was on a ‘date’ with her boss and she trusted me and Ty to stay here and be safe.

Suddenly I was splashed out of my thoughts when a giant wave of water came hitting my face. “TYLER!” I yelled but laughed. He laughed, but soon had his head under water when I decided to dunk him under water. He got up and tackled me. We basically played around until we both got tired and went inside to get changed. This was life now, living by it’s fullest.

~One Year Later - Junior Year Prom~

Tyler’s P.O.V.

I had her up against the wall of her bedroom, silently moaning my name over and over again. I started leaving little marks on her beautiful (s/c) skin. Her hands went so high into my hair, she slipped off my red beanie that I wear mostly everyday. She kept tugging my hair repeatedly and then I had her jump. Her small, converse-covered ankles hooked together around my back.

I don’t know what came over me. First we went to the Prom as friends, like usual, but then a lonely asshole tried flirting with her. Me being me had to put an end to this bull crap. I walked up to them and grabbed (y/n) by her wrist. We walked out of that gym with lust in our system. I first kissed her in the car, and then had to focus on driving to her house.

But now we were here, only in our undergarments.

I think you know what happened next… *winks*

~One Year Later - Summer before Senior Year~

Reader’s P.O.V.

I got everything I wanted. A boyfriend, who didn’t care who I believed in, My Auntie being High Priestess at our coven, and happy life. Satan bless us all for our final year through the gates of High School.

[lightsandlostbells]

Druck season 3, episode 1 reaction

WE DID IT, KIDS. When Druck’s first season aired, I knew shortly after Matteo’s introduction that I could not wait for his season. But with that came a lot of apprehension that we would ever get Matteo’s season - Druck S1 got less attention than some of the other remakes, and for a long time, the fandom didn’t know if the show would get a S2, let alone S3. Months went by with no official news of when the show would return. Many people thought the show had been quietly cancelled. 

And then, finally, Mia’s season was announced. Ratings and subscribers grew substantially. Druck trended frequently on YouTube and Tumblr. Then finally, we got confirmation that S3 was in the works. So here we are, and to put it politely, my ass is on fire. 

Episode 1

Clip 1 - Matteo’s miserable night

Party time! This opening is pointedly sexual, with the music (”You’re turning me on”) and the dancing, with the closeups of boobs and butts and writhing bodies. Sara gets freaky with a banana. The presence of sex makes sense to highlight Matteo’s alienation, as we see him sitting on the couch, not participating. He’s disengaged from the flirtation and seduction, this isn’t something he wants to be a part of.

Is the guy dancing with Hans the turtleneck dude, or is that someone else? PLOT TWIST: he was never Matteo’s love interest, despite fan theories. He was Hans’ love interest all along!

Matteo gets up, trying to escape this scene that makes him uncomfortable. But Sara pulls him into a dance (much like she’s going to be playing the role of Emma this season, pulling Matteo back into an attempt at a straight relationship). They kiss, and he’s soooo not into it, hugging her and staring over her shoulder into space like she’s his great-aunt who smells like mothballs and he can’t wait to get the fuck out of this family reunion.

He escapes into the bathroom where the boy squad is smoking weed. Carlos showing the boys a sex position on his phone. I’m sure Matteo loves hearing about that. He’s getting high as the boys debate the mechanics of this man-woman sex position. The proper response, honestly.

Oh my God, Carlos just called Kiki a catheter. He meant cathetus. I don’t think you’re ready to integrate catheters into your sex life, dude. 

Matteo looks dead. I know he’s getting high, but this kid looks fucking deceased. Someone revive him already.

When he realizes he has three calls from Kiki, Carlos pulls up Jonas and Abdi, saying they’re going to go hook up with girls. An activity that I’m sure Matteo wants to participate in. Matteo lingers behind. He just seems so wiped. He looks at himself in the mirror and it’s as if he’s disappointed in what he sees.  (The way it’s shot makes his mirror image divided down the middle, like he’s a fractured person.) I’ve seen some later episodes by this point and Matteo seems like he’s really struggling with anxiety, like he just needs to escape sometimes, it all gets overwhelming.

The girl Jonas is dancing with kinda reminds me of Sonja (similar-ish haircut).

HOLY FUCK DID MATTEO JUST PUT THE WEED IN AMIRA’S BACKPACK???? Matteo, that is TOTALLY the worst an Isak has been about this, planting weed on on a person rather than a vase. I guess he assumes a Muslim girl in hijab seems like an unlikely candidate to have drugs, but ... dude. Asshole move. And I wouldn’t trust the authorities not to search the Muslim girl’s belongings for discriminatory reasons, anyway, which would have made it even worse.

Photoshop Markus is at this party and Matteo tells the cops Markus is the renter, LMAO GOD. Matteo is just snaking all over the place tonight. The cops tell everyone to turn the music down, which is pretty reasonable and not nearly as bad as them telling people to break up the party. Or maybe I’m just old. Carlos salutes as the cops leave, heh.

Amira just walks out with her backpack … and the weed. Lol, she might’ve just left because the cops showed up and she figured better to bail now, not wanting to get in trouble, or because she had a curfew or something, but part of me wants to believe she knew Matteo stuck weed in her backpack and she’s walking out to make him suffer. In that case: he deserves it, make him suffer.

Mia wasn’t at the party. I guess she and Alexander were making their own fun, but her presence is missed.

Clip 2 - Survival camp

Matteo’s new room is already a little messy, with beer bottles and remnants of the party. He wakes up and checks his phone, he’s got a Bible verse from mom. One that sounds normal and non-threatening enough, not like it’s about sin and hellfire, but you know. All religious texts are probably loaded coming from Matteo’s mom.

Matteo rolls over and Jonas is conked out in bed next to him. Oh nooooo, my heart. Matteo watches him and then reaches out and slooooowly lowers his hand to lightly touch Jonas’ curls, closing his eyes a little. GODDAMMIT.

If he doesn’t do this to Gereven at some point, touch his hair without having to be secretive about it, then I’m suing Druck.

You can tell Matteo is indulging in this fantasy that Jonas is his boyfriend and he’s waking up next to him, and the fantasy is broken when he looks down and sees that Jonas has a phone number with a little heart written on his arm. A girl. Jonas will never be his boyfriend.

Although I almost don’t think this is specifically about Matteo pining over Jonas - I think there’s definitely some lingering feelings, enough to be disappointed that Jonas might have a girl, but I also think it’s just the wish that Matteo can have this experience with a guy at all, he can wake up next to a boy who’s not just a friend, who he can touch and show affection to. 

The fantasy is further interrupted when Hans walks in (the dreamy music cuts off) and Matteo rolls on his back like he’s totally not staring wistfully at Jonas. Hans throws himself on the bed between them in a perfect face plant, lmao. 

Hans asks Matteo to buy rolls, saying Mia would’ve done that. Hans, if you are expecting Matteo to be a Mia substitute, you are setting yourself up for disappointment. I don’t think Matteo will lovingly wipe your vomit off the tub. (I mean. Maybe when he falls in love and is in just that good of a mood.)

Jonas asks why Hans is in Matteo’s bed, and Hans says he could ask Jonas the same question (DAMN) but Jonas is like … I’ve waited for you. He and Hans stare into each other’s eyes. Lmao, the way their gaze holds without comment or them breaking it off. I’m sure Matteo just loves seeing them “flirt.” But I don’t think the fantasy of Jonas in his bed involves Hans, sorry Hans. Matteo gets up to buy rolls, just to get away from the JoHans lovefest, I guess.

Linn comes in and says she wants to make pancakes but doesn’t know where the pans are, and she doesn’t know how to make pancakes either. Everyone in this flat is screwed without Mia. But Jonas offers to make pancakes, so all is saved! Matteo grumpily leaves Jonas, Hans, and Linn to take a selfie of their “survival camp” to send to Mia, showing they’re totally making it on their own. They look so perky, heh. They won’t be so perky when Jonas leaves and takes his pancake-making skills with him.

Matteo steps outside and gets a text from Sara about whether he slept well. I feel bad for Sara. She’s not just the Emma equivalent, she’s a character we’ve seen in the past who has been entertaining and likable. I don’t want to see her either make Emma’s mistakes like outing Matteo OR get her heart broken by him.

 Hans throws Matteo’s wallet out of the window, beaning him in the head, which is truly the perfect gif.

Clip 3 - Will you surrender?

Matteo goes into school on a rainy Monday morning. We start with some passionate straight kissing in the foreground, coupled with a pic and text from Sara, just to show the kind of shit Matteo is dealing with. A heterosexual assault from all angles. 

He meets up with the boy squad. Jonas is looking to get with Linn’s friend, who is “Emma Watson but blonde.” Sucks for Matteo to hear yet more girl talk, and girl talk from Jonas specifically. The heterosexuality strikes from another corner.

Adding another unwanted conversation topic, Abdi asks about the weed. Matteo seems like he wants to get the hell out of there, so he bails and goes up to Hanna and Sam, asking where Amira is. She’s out sick, so solving the weed dilemma will have to wait another day.

Hanna glances over at Jonas, who finally seems to have snapped out of his S2 funk as he talks about his new girl … does Hanna know yet Jonas has a new flame? Or is she just suspicious?

Man, I keep saying it, but Matteo seems like he’s sleepwalking through life, like this kid is just. Legit depressed. He has no energy for anything. Not even to fake being OK.

Continuity snarl: Matteo puts up his hood as he rounds the corner after leaving the girls, but it’s down a moment later.

The music is kicking in and there’s still almost a minute of clip left, is Matteo going to like … literally run into Beanie Boy/Gereven?

YEP

Well, they didn’t do a rom-com Meet Cute collide into each other or anything, but they passed each other in the hallway! In slow motion!

The big moment: Matteo and Gereven are coming at each other from different sides (like different ~walks of life? ooooo). They lock eyes and then look back at each other once after they’ve passed.

The scene goes into slow motion as soon as Matteo lifts his head and sees Beanie Boy. Matteo is just ambling his way to class and meandering through life, but when he sees that guy, that’s when he starts to feel present in the world, like it’s not just around him but including him. And then Gereven comes into focus as they pass each other.

I adore the music choice for this moment. It’s beautiful, and the lyrics are so lovely. “Will you surrender?” when we see Gereven and Matteo looking at each other, because Matteo’s seeing the boy who will make him give in and stop hiding who he truly is, who will make him surrender to love. And I suspect the same is true for Gereven, that Matteo will make him surrender as will, let go of his fears. 

So I reaaaaally don’t think Beanie Boy was trying to get Matteo’s attention like Even was. There’s nothing about it that suggests so. My prediction is that Beanie Boy, like Matteo was trying to keep his head down and get through life, and they just happened to walk by each other. I mean, Matteo’s just walking down a school hallway, it’s not like Beanie Boy parked his ass deliberately somewhere so Matteo could see him, he couldn’t predict Matteo was going to walk down that hallway at that particular time. I feel like Beanie Boy is very much like Matteo in that he’s lonely and an outsider. He’s not trying to attract attention, he’s not seen smiling or laughing at someone at the beginning. Our first glance at Even was his brightness. Our first glimpse of Gereven (from Matteo’s POV, not the brief moment of him last season which is more of an Easter egg, really) has him in dark clothes, headphones on. I feel like he and Matteo are just checked out of life. And I think that’ll be an interesting take on Even, not so much that Beanie Boy has Even’s confidence and swagger in drawing Matteo to him, but that Matteo and Gereven are both outsiders and recognize their loneliness in each other.

That’s what really makes me love this scene. It’s just a mundane occurrence. Two boys walking by each other. Something that happens all the time. Something that Matteo no doubt does every day, walk by other boys whose faces don’t register. But this time, there’s ... something. Physical attraction? Sure, that’s part of it. But even more I think it’s a sense of connection, something inexplicable that draws them to look back at each other even when the moment should have ended. A gut feeling that this person is also lost, that he would understand. 

Clip 4 - Everyone’s favorite reluctant friendship begins

It’s the first remake to focus on the teacher’s nipples! Matteo is staring at them instead of listening to her talk about their exams. 

Amira comes in and Matteo just gets up from where he was sitting and sits next to her while the teacher is talking. Lol, is that allowed? Is this a study session or something?

Amira coolly ignores Matteo even when he tries to get her attention. Eventually she says she found his weed and how fucked up it was for him to do that, she could have gotten in trouble. A bit of a change because Sana was upset that Isak almost fucked over Eva, causing a demonstration of Sana’s loyalty to her friends. With Amira, it was personal, a risk to herself. Matteo acts shitty too, he’s just like come on, it wasn’t personal, it wasn’t a big deal. Dude! If you want your weed back, that’s not the best course of action. You need to grovel.

The teacher calls on Matteo and Jonas shoots him an entertained look, like ha ha, you got in trouble. Or probably, more ha ha, check out our teacher’s nips. Nice display of Jonas going for that hetero bro bonding that Matteo would love to avoid.

LMAO, when Matteo asks for the week back and Amira says, “What will I get for it?” Matteo is like “IDK, blowjob?” THIS KID. His mind went to that, huh. Remember Even was all “yeah, we had to suck dicks” without two minutes of meeting Isak? And then later Eskild told Isak that talking about sucking dick when you meet someone is a sign someone’s gay? Yeah. 

Amira says she’ll give the weed back if Matteo and his boys join the abi-prank committee. Didn’t they do that last season? The copies of the boobs and butts and Jonas’ dick, didn’t that count as the prank?

The teacher makes them study partners. So far, she’s not a racist, at least? Anyway, Amira and Matteo look positively thrilled to be paired together; meanwhile Jonas is flirting with his seat partner. Oh, maybe that’s what the Look was about. Matteo continues to be pelted with heterosexuality like rotten fruits and vegetables.

Clip 5 - Matteo gets a prom date

Matteo and Sara sit on opposite sides of the bed, texting their friends, on their phones. LMAO, sounds about right, tbh. Truly scorching chemistry. Nah, it’s very Isak and Eskild.

The boys’ group chat has Jonas saying he’s getting laid on Friday. That rotten hetero produce comes in the form of eggplant emojis. Matteo sure loves hearing about Jonas banging chicks!  He’s like, yeah, I’m totally having sex with a girl as well.

Sara asks his opinion about a dress. Subtle (“subtle”) hint about the prom? Yes, as it turns out. But she suddenly leans over and kisses him after he’s like yeah, that looks nice. He looks as excited as you’d expect. He was actually staring into space before she did that.

Sara gets a text, Matteo wants to know what they’re talking about, and there’s some “flirting” until Sara caves and tells him that Leonie likes the new guy from their PE class. GEE I WONDER WHO THAT COULD BE. Matteo offers to investigate for her. Yeah, I’ll bet he’s gonna enjoy that more than he knows. He’s going to become one of the Hardy Boys.

Sara somewhat nervously asks if they should go to prom together, and when Matteo is agrees, she asks whether they’re a thing. It makes me sad how clearly vulnerable she is right now, like she really likes him and is hoping to say yes, but she isn’t sure. Matteo says they’re a thing. Not conveying how utterly miserable this must make him, but not exactly jumping for joy, either. Like Isak tried hard to impress Emma, he could turn on the charm, but Matteo is just sleepy about it.

Sara kisses Matteo again, but before they go further, he asks if she wants to watch a movie with him. Smart move.

I’m sure Matteo will end up going to prom with Gereven. Sara and Leonie can go together? Realizing their love for each other at last. Or just as friends. (But preferably girlfriends.)

Clip 6 - Make a wish

Matteo goes to the abi-prank meeting, looking like he gives nary a fuck. Amira shoots him a nod and he gives her a “what more do you want from me” look. The girls are at the meeting, the rest of the boy squad is not, obviously. I see Photoshop Markus but not Beanie Boy.

All the girls are looking beautiful by the way. Look at Amira, she’s radiant!

Kiki literally goes Fight Club on this meeting. I have to say, if you asked me which Druck character would be a member of Fight Club, it would be Kiki. Her clumsy nervousness is a total front for bloodlust.

Matteo is being rude as hell just taking out his phone while Kiki is talking. The boys text why they aren’t there: Jonas has a date, Kiki is still mad at Carlos (dude, that’s why you need to come, it’s a way to get back on her good side) and Abdi just forgot.

They suggest a flash mob. Lmao, good luck getting Matteo to dance. Or they suggest just randomly hugging teachers. That could get all kinds of awkward, judging by the last teacher we saw with the power nipples. I’m just imagining some short kid going for a hug and getting their face mashed into the teacher’s areola.

Photosohp Markus has a suggestion. I love this dude, sorry. He loves hugging! He wants to practice with Kiki. Kiki realizes in an instant why the hugging prank might not be the best idea. But she’s like, we can group bond instead. Kiki wants everyone to hold hands and Matteo just peaces the fuck out. This prank meeting is pretty depressing, honestly. Way more so than kosegruppa. Kosegruppa might have been uncool or whatever but I got the sense the people involved enjoyed it. This meeting was just excruciating, and barely anyone is there. Look at that tiny circle.

Oh shit! As Matteo exits the room, Beanie Boy is going into it, and Matteo stops him. No, don’t go in there, it’s dangerous! Or actually it just sucks and they’re doing a trust circle where they hold hands. Beanie Boy obviously does not want to hold hands in that room, since Matteo is out here and not in there.

Aww, I love that Matteo has a slight smile? Just the tiniest when he talks to Beanie. Beanie is kinda doing the talking with his eyes, he’s definitely considering Matteo.

Shit, it’s Matteo who offers weed! Matteo is the one being the initiator! The bolder one. I love the idea of maybe having a shyer Even, like it does drastically change their dynamic, but I’m fine with that as long as the show does a thorough job of adapting their interactions, not just a cut and paste. Beanie Boy is the new kid and probably didn’t expect someone to make overtures of friendship (or more…).

And I love Matteo doing this when we’ve seen him sleepwalking through his interactions with Sara and … everyone else, kinda. He’s actually found some courage. Like he could have just let Beanie Boy go off and do his own thing, there was no real reason to offer a joint once he’d warned him off the meeting. But he somehow just felt the need to keep talking to this dude.

Holy fuck, MATTEO putting the joint behind his ear. This role reversal is so much fun already. And it’s even more amusing if you think that this is how some of Evak played out from Even’s POV? We thought Even was this charming, suave, mysterious dude when he stuck that joint behind his ear, because we were in Isak’s POV and Even was some handsome stranger. Later we realize what a huge dork Even is and that he was super desperate to get Isak’s attention and had been pining since the first day of school. So this is like how Even actually was - we know Matteo is a big dork and not a suave dude, but maybe that’s how he comes across in Beanie Boy’s eyes. 

HIS NAME IS DAVID. A perfectly excellent name, tbh. I was worried they were going to call him something like Daniel or Noah, names that already exist in the Skam universe, which would be confusing as hell when those Noorhelm seasons are concurrently airing. “I can’t believe that thing Noah just did in this clip.” Uhhhh which Noah are you talking about, untagged post? Or God forbid, another Lucas, although David’s actor is named Lukas so I figured we would dodge that bullet.

Although it does occur to me that we have do have a David, the Skam France director, soooo … fuck.

I want to make a disclaimer: as fandom knows, David is played by a trans actor. There’s no guarantee that this character will be trans yet, but I think it’s unlikely that they won’t bring it up. The nature of this show seems like they’ll incorporate it into the story rather than let the opportunity pass to talk about trans issues, and I know that trans Druck fans campaigning for a trans Even had a ton to do with this decision, so I believe their input would weigh on the story itself beyond the casting. So I’m going to make speculation and comments with the assumption that David is trans and how that will affect the plot. There are things in this conversation that are potentially relevant to that, for instance. I don’t want to overstep, but I also don’t want to ignore moments of possible foreshadowing or pieces that might be relevant to his characterization.

So for instance, I don’t know if they have replaced Even being bipolar with David being trans. To be clear, NOT because being trans is a mental illness but more as an area of societal marginalization that the character has to deal with, that might be hidden from the other characters and the audience. We don’t know when we will learn that David is trans; while I write this we’re several episodes in, but I don’t know if we’ll learn three clips from now or three episodes from now. I don’t know if David will be trans and bipolar, or just one of the two. I don’t know if the reveal will end up being casual and non-dramatic, or if it will be a big thing like the end of episode 8. I have some guesses about where the story might go, but I’m keeping in mind that there’s a new element that none of the Evak seasons have tackled before, and that may cause big changes to the story. 

Matteo asks David about being new so close to Abi, and David says he killed someone and had to go into hiding. That could be a reference to his dead name. I don’t know if that term is the same in German, but seems like a possible hint. He does say he killed his parents, but that’s after Matteo asks if he had stress with them, so he’s just riffing off what Matteo said. Or just the fact that when Matteo asks about him being new, David wants to know why - maybe he’s wondering if Matteo knows something or heard a rumor. 

Isak asking about Even transferring in his final year got cut off because Emma showed up. Here Matteo just kinda accepts David’s joke and doesn’t question him further.

Matteo is super into him, of course. Look at that body language, he’s all angled toward David. David, too. Tarjei and Henrik had masterful body language so this is very promising.

David points out an eyelash on Matteo’s face and you fucking KNOW later in the season he probably won’t ask, he’ll just brush it off himself. Matteo is like, can I make a wish now? JFC, Matteo is flirting so much, he is intensely looking at David when he says that. Honestly, it’s really exciting to see this dynamic kinda flipped, mixing and matching Isak and Even elements between Matteo and David. David says it was just an eyelash. Maybe he’ll be more of the realist rather than the romantic? God, if Matteo is the more romantic one, I will lose my mind (in a good way).

David does ask what Matteo’s wish would have been, and Matteo is like, IDK, go on holiday or something. David says he knows the feeling and Matteo asks where he would go. Matteo would get in a car and just drive away. David says to go directly to Detroit. David, I’m fond of you already but unless your car turns into a submarine that is not gonna work.

David has been pretty chill so far, but he perks up and smiles when mentioning Detroit at the very end, so Matteo gets hit with the ray of charm. That’s when the music kicks in, too, because Matteo has seen David smile. No turning back now. I presume we are going to be hearing music from Detroit artists this season?

LMAO, I was like oh, Sara’s not there at the meeting so she can’t interrupt their moment, and yet SOMEHOW she managed to anyway. And she kisses Matteo so David knows Matteo has a girlfriend right off the bat. David takes this as his cue to exit.

Why was Sara there, anyway? Did she show up late for the Abi prank meeting? Didn’t she just do a big prank where she photocopied her boobs for the school to see? Or did she just know that’s where Matteo was headed tonight and she waited around for him?

For Matteo, Sara’s arrival cuts into this charged moment with David. With David, it’s a little less intense than Isak finding out about Sonja? Because he’s only shared a few minutes now with Matteo instead of stalking him for a week and then spending hours at his house, although obviously he could be crushing on him for a while already. Though personally I think they might eliminate that part of the story. Anyway, this is like … a spark of hope getting extinguished REALLY early and it makes me wonder how the rest of this story is gonna go. Matteo is the one with the girlfriend, the “obstacle.” Is he going to run hot and cold, go back to Sara after getting with David? 

Matteo looks sad as David goes, obviously. Making it worse is that of course that’s the dude Leonie likes. Matteo takes a drag of the joint before replying that he thinks it’s somebody else. Well, David was someone somebody else liked (ahem), so I guess that does make him somebody else. But clearly David is going to be so much more to Matteo than just “dude Leonie likes.”

Anyway, I love how quiet and down to earth that scene was, how it wasn’t instant smiles and conversational bliss but a little rough, testing each other out. And I think it’s good that Matteo seems to be more proactive around David, because they both seem kinda like chill stoner/emo kids, and two sleepy guys is not going to be that exciting of a dynamic, honestly. Matteo being the instigator gives the story a fresh take, and the contrast between Matteo with David and Matteo with everyone else is really, really important. We can already see that David is the person, the one who makes Matteo slip into a different mode of his being, one that’s happier and more comfortable. The one who makes him wake up.

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Jonas says he’s better about the Hanna situation than he was before. We’ll see how long that lasts. I hope his S2 attitude leaves a trace this season, like it was such a big deal and had an affect on Matteo feeling adrift from his best friend, so it should play a role in their relationship.

Abdi refuses to get on Instagram, which is convenient for the show’s social media content creators, lol.

As explained in the texts, a pipe broke in the apartment, so Mia, Hans, and Linn had to move out, and Linn found them a new apartment but one with an extra room, so they needed another roommate fast. Mia suggested Matteo as she heard through the grapevine that he wanted to move out. It’s pretty sad because he was looking to leave, so we can assume things are very bad at home. At least it didn’t escalate to him sleeping in a basement.

I’m glad they found a way to move Matteo into the apartment neatly and quickly with the small gap between S2 and S3. I think Matteo living on his own is a pretty big contributor to his feelings of isolation and instability, and assuming Hans plays a similar role as Eskild with his “guru” advice, it helps a lot if they’re living under the same roof. However, it does create a different setup for the two, though, because Hans didn’t “rescue” Matteo like Eskild did with Isak. Living with Hans will give them more opportunities to bond than living apart would, but Hans didn’t nurture and shelter Matteo to the degree that Eskild did for Isak. Hans is like a new acquaintance, and it will take more effort to build them to a point where Matteo feels like he can trust Hans and go to him for advice. Unless it’s solely like “well, he’s the only other gay guy I know” which would be understandable but a bit underwhelming. Hans has a depressing family life, as shown in S2, with relatives who don’t accept his personality, to the point where he adopts a “straighter” persona to interact with them, and it would be amazing to bring in his background to the Pride clip.

LET’S GET SOME MIA/MATTEO CONVERSATIONS ABOUT SEXUALITY GOING, TOO. They made Mia bi but many people think they could’ve done a better job of addressing it, so this is their chance! Don’t just sleep on it by following the OG story structure - make use of those changes.

The only non-confirmed LGBT person in the flat is Linn and you know, they could remedy that this season.

Linn apparently took care of a lot of the move, so that’s progress for her, she got something done for once, lol. 

With the other girls, Hanna and Mia are furtive about why they don’t think it’s serious between Matteo and Sara. I love them for keep their mouths shut about his sexuality.

Seeing Matteo flirt with Sara and make plans to go to the movies with her has me yelling like I’m in the movie theater for a horror film. DON’T GO UPSTAIRS! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!

There are pictures of Matteo and Amira looking smiley and happy because The Incident happens, heh. Matteo looks like he was having a decent time earlier in the evening and then descended into sadness and fatigue. And, you know, getting drunk and high.

Sara posts a pic with Leonie being like #theonewhounderstandsme and if that isn’t screaming for a Sara/Leonie endgame...

Linn super loves flamingos. 

Kiki and Carlos fight because he was in the bathtub getting high and ignoring her texts.

Mia is absent a lot because she’s hanging with Alex, that’s why she missed the housewarming party. The girls miss her. Come back soon, Mia! Don’t just disappear because Noora went to London!

We got a sappy chat between Mia and Alex to remind us that they’re around, at least. Alex misses Mia even though she’s sitting across from him. I guess they’re in their little couple bubble now.

Matteo checks in with Amira and asks if she’s feeling better or still sick, and Amira’s answers make me suspect she knows exactly what bullshit Matteo pulled on Saturday.

When Matteo invited Sara to study at his place on Thursday, I found myself wishing that maybe Hans could save the day and just be so intrusive and annoying that he drove Sara away without Matteo having to make out with Sara or blow her off rudely or whatever. Alas.

I’m laughing how Markus is “Photoshop Markus” even in the group chat. No one else appears to have a nickname, just him.

Leonie and Sara chat; Leonie has her eye on Gereven and Sara is trying to figure out where she and Matteo stand as a couple. I’m really fond of them and I hope they don’t become Emma and Sonja, honestly. Again, just ... nip those relationships in the bud. Let them go to prom with each other, not the boys. Even if they aren’t together romantically, they seem to be the most important people in each other’s lives.

Matteo zips his lips when Jonas asks if he banged Sara, which conveniently doesn’t mean he has to say no. A very Isak technique.

Mia wasn’t in this episode at all, which is strange when she, you know, lives with Matteo and goes to school with him and we saw all the other girls. In-universe the explanation is that she’s with Alexander, but I wonder if they were filming parts of S2 at the same time, maybe? Reshoots? And that’s why we haven’t seen either Mia or Alexander, because the actors were busy. The other explanation is just that Mia is not here because Noora was not there, and Druck felt the need to follow that story. I’d find that really disappointing. 

This is a really promising start to the season, and I already love the tone. It has a very down-to-earth, painfully vulnerable feel. Matteo’s misery is palpable in basically every scene, except the ones with David, where we get glimpses of his better self. I can sense this kid’s internal struggle all the time. There’s also pining and longing in the simplest moments, from Matteo brushing Jonas’ hair while he’s sleeping, to that one look in the hallway with David causing a spark, to the way they look at each other while smoking, David pointing out the eyelash on Matteo’s cheek. It’s quiet, raw, and real. And that is exactly the atmosphere I want from a S3 remake.

I’m not German so feel free to correct me on translations or cultural notes.

If you got this far, thank you for reading!

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I just rewatched the Melodramatics production of anb and it’s so iconically 2006 I just had to make a post with every single thing that was iconic. This got really long so most of it is under the cut lol

-Gordon looks like my cousin Cassidy

-The sweater vest pattern

-All the stagehands are dressed as nurses which is really clever and blends really well.

-All of Rhoda’s outfits are so iconic and 2006

-Bungee’s little dance during calamari is the reason I live.

-Nancy D’s hairstyle gives me Tracy Turnblad vibes

-RHODA’S HAIR CLIPS

-Roger legit looks like one of those annoying dumbass boys I went to middle school with who would act out for attention I’m sorry I love him but it’s true

-Lisa is so short compared to everyone which makes everything ten times funnier

-The choreography for Heart and Music is also the reason that I live

-Gordon lowkey also kinda looks like John Mulaney

-The doctors facial expressions are the best thing

-Mimi’s voice is actually my favorite thing

-Mimi is so iconic her PURPLE EYESHADOW AFJLHSDL

-Mimi and Gordon’s interactions during Mother’s Gonna Make Things Fine give me LIFE

-BUNGEE’S FROG WALK I’M DEAD

-The little vocal swing thingies roger does during Sailing? Legit my favorite thing.

-Roger: “Yes iiII’d wanna go sail.” Me, sobbing: yes you go you funky little sailor man

-Richard’s face when Nancy D said she was the thin nurse was the actual funniest thing

-Roger and Bungee were in Gordo’s Law of Genetics and I lowkey loved it like it added another layer to the song especially since they were the only two doing the bass parts and they had different choreography than the rest

-get it minister

-Once again, a+ choreography

-At the beginning of And They’re Off Gordon wheeled himself onto the stage in a wheelchair and then dramatically turned his head to look at the audience on beat with the song and it made me chuckle.

-RHODA’S LOW-RISE PANTS AND LAYERED SWEATERS ITS SO 2006 I CAN’T

-Everyone was pretending to be old at some point? Idk

-Gordon’s voice makes me so happy

-The cast just overall has a very nice sound

-Roger’s dad wallet

-“Looking sharp looking fit” guys he’s not wearing a suit what do we say here

-~LisTeN tO RoGeERr~

-Just Go was just overall very cute and funny

-“He’ll be brave as Zorro” does a weird sword fight dance

-Cause it’s gonna ~scaAaAaAre~ them! (Cue Gordon having a heart attack)

-Bungee is iconic as always

-Sitting Becalmed in the Lee of Cuttyhunk was like a weird fever dream but I lowkey loved it

-Nancy D and the doctor getting so excited over brain surgery is my favorite thing

-Gordon looks so confused and weirded out and honestly? Mood.

-RHODA’S SCARF

-“Maybe we’ll lauuuughtooloud” listen I felt that ‘oh shit I waited too long and now I’m behind the music’ moment.

-Gordon and Roger’s voices go together so nicely

-Mimi is literally my favorite

-“What’re ya, stupid? Go and fly with the man!” Made me feel unexplained emotions.

-Roger looks so sad at the end of the song and it breaks my heart

-“Let’s just go over this. You have a home right? Cause I don’t.” This Lisa is iconic.

-Lisa’s facial expressions = also iconic.

-Mr. Bungee’s glasses

-“The preferred word in any kind of situation is- DON’T TOUCH ME!”

-The waitress nurse’s hat and Nancy D’s glasses

-The waitress nurse holding a copy of the actual script for the show during The Yes Song

-The little hand motion Bungee did for “get into my car”

-The zoom in for affinity

-THE FLIP PHONES

-The lighting for in the middle of the room

-The audience loosing it when Richard started singing

-Mimi struggling to get onstage with the crate

-The pictures on Gordon’s bookshelf

-The way Mimi says “asshole” so casually

-The horse head statue and seashell being used as bookends

-The lighting is back for middle of the room reprise

-Rhoda picking up the books Mimi dropped during the scene change

-Roger’s striped polo shirt that just screams sailor

-The return of Roger’s dad wallet

-Just the way Lisa did the “you love him. Too bad.” bit

-And her belting “when life turns out to be” it was different than most actresses do it and gave me chills

-Roger’s facial expressions

-The end of A Really Lousy Day in the Universe like holy shiT MY EMOTIONS

-Brain Dead was really fast and. Vibes.

-Also the minister and waitress switched costumes for brain dead? Strange.

-The waltz choreo

-The single water glass on the table

-“OH LOVERS START ROMANCING” and just the whole green teeth moment. Yes.

-ROGERS PIROUETTES. HE DID LIKE THREE IN A ROW THAT’S FRICKEN HARD

-RHODA’S RAINBOW SUSPENDERS

-Gordon’s little scoff-gasp thing after “tawdry”

-“Yes it is!”

-Just Gordon and Rhoda’s whole dynamic during Whenever I Dream

-The dramatic reveal that Gordon wasn’t puppeteering her at the end

-Rhoda’s clog dancing

-Richard’s superhero costume

-The fact that the video quality dropped dramatically when the lights came down

-The priest/waiter literally sparkling during Eating Myself Up Alive due to the UV lighting

-Richard’s attempted opera singing

-“YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA”

-The end of eating myself up alive reminded me of the ending of The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals.

-The pictures on Gordon’s bookshelf that used to be of him and his loved ones being changed to just photos of Gordon’s face from different angles during the music still plays on

-Gordon playing the piano during the music still plays on

-MIMI TURNING OVER THE PICTURES OF GORDON AND THEN PICKING UP THE LAST ONE (which I’m pretty sure used to be of her and him) AND HOLDING IT BEFORE TURNING IT OVER TOO

-The bookshelf being empty except for the horse and seashell bookends is really chilling

-The whole apartment just looks so much more dreary and empty and lifeless than the first time you see it like props to the set and lighting designers

-Just the entirety of the music still plays on

-MIMI PUTTING ON SUNGLASSES AT THE END

-BUNGEES ENTRANCE

-HIS LITTLE SIDEWAYS HOP

-The way the frog eyes just jiggle around

-“okey dokey” (double ok sign)

-“s p a g h e t t i ! “

-(the biggest, funniest smile) “I  L I K E  S P A G H E T T I ! “

-THE HIGH FIVE

-Just all of bungees little hand gestures and dances

-Gordon’s little smile when he said “I’m ready”

-The fact that them singing “Richards gonna catch some hell for this” is very muted

-The audience slowly and subtly starting to lose it throughout You Boys Are Gonna Get Me in Such Trouble

-Richard’s weird little dance at the end

-THE LITTLE SMOOCH AT THE END OF SAILING REPRISE

-Lisa’s book advertisement

-“MY price? T w o  b u c k s.”

-The gay history book

-Lisa having a feather boa for some reason

-THE FROG HAT

-Roger’s striped polo shirt that just screams sailor part 2

-Whatever the hell that shirt Gordon was wearing was

-LISA’S LITTLE SMILE WHEN SHE HOLDS UP TWO FINGERS

-The fact that she’s so short makes this song even funnier

-The little dance she did for “silly picnic”

-“YOU KNOW I REALLY HATE CRAZY PEOPLE”

-Gordon: (snatches a book) “HA. HA.” Lisa: (snatches the book back and throws Gordon’s cane into the corner)

-This Roger has a softer voice than most who have played the role and it just gave some of the lines a different vibe? And I loved it.

-Bungee coming on at the end without his frog head

-The fact that bungee looks about a third of his age with the frog head on? Like he legit looks ten with it on but like 30 with it off.

-Gordon: (dramatically throws the frog hat offstage)

-get it minister part 2

-Just. Every harmony in this show.

-“Finally there’s sun!” GORDON’S VOICE I’M CRYING HES SO GOOD

-The little clump they form at the end like agdlabkglsfkgak family

-Did I already mention the waitress’s sideswept bangs? So 2006.

-Bungee reminds me so much of my friend Phineas it’s scary

-AND GORDON LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE MY COUSIN CASSIDY ITS SCARY

-the frog noises in the credits

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Belated TROS trailer reaction and thoughts

Painting.

Been doing lots of painting.  Rewatching TFA, TLJ, and Solo and painting.

Ok, wow, originally intended to have this up by May the 4th….but like I mentioned some posts ago, bantha poodoo happens. (Caps is the same :( )

It’s finally, finally time for my TROS trailer reaction, thoughts, and a few theories! (I don’t know about you, but I’m still not over how good it is. Say what you will, Star Wars has the best trailers.)

Breathing is very important to the sequel trilogy. (I would say that Rey that is totally going to be ahead of the game for Lamaze class if we get a sequel-sequel trilogy/book/comic baby some galaxy far far away day.)

I’ve wondered if the movie will take the time to explain how the Skywalker lightsaber has been repaired? My feeling is, sorta like ROTJ, it’ll just be there like Luke’s green lightsaber. So, you’ll either have to make up your own head canon OR we’ll eventually get books and comics for the time gap between TLJ and TROS that will explain exactly what Rey did. Since she’s a scavenger, and mechanically inclined around junk, my feeling right now is, it’s possible she might have gone on a journey for a new kyber crystal and she’s repurposed the hilt. Which I think could be symbolically interesting….almost saying she’s “her own person (crystal)” on the inside now, but externally carrying on the outward mantle of her teacher/master Luke.

Which leads me to: by now, you’ve probably heard the theory that the last name “Skywalker” might transform to a term for the henceforth new Jedi. Personally, I am a fan of this theory. I think it would be useful for keeping the Star Wars eras straight when referencing any potential future Star Wars films/books/comics. For example, instead of saying “post-Skywalker trilogies,” one could say this-or-that takes place during the Jedi era or the new Skywalker era, etc (as well as, hopefully, the Knights of the Old Republic era someday soon).

AND, if Rey dubs herself (and perhaps any future students she has) a Skywalker��.then, well, oddly enough, it would fulfill the whole Rey is a Skywalker discussion in the most interesting way possible. (While also keeping the plot open for her to choose whomever *coughcough* Ben Solo *coughcough* she would like to romantically be with someday.) It could potentially mean anyone could be a Skywalker. I’m a Skywalker. You’re a Skywalker. We’re Skywalker. Sign me up.

Luke is everybody’s spiritual father. (And I guess Vader is everybody’s grandfather??)

And, on a kinda odd note, being a Caravan-of-Courage-baby and a long-time SW fan, thinking of the name Skywalker, does anyone else think it sounds like a talent? Or is my brain just connecting Moonwalking with Skywalking? I guess, technically, Rey isn’t Skywalking here, right? It’s more like Skyjumping? Skyflipping? Maybe she’s really a Skyflipper. Part dolphin.

But I slightly digress, back to the trailer.

When this scene hit, I initially thought, from a distance, the TIE was a TIE bomber. Haha, silly me. 

I have fond memories of the TIE bomber toys Revan/Devan had as a kid.

Yay, Lawrence of Arabia will be returning to theaters Sept. 1st and 4th, presented by TCM! I did a middle school history report over Lawrence. Mostly because I wanted to learn about desert warfare so I could write better Star Wars fan fiction. It’s all about Star Wars, people. It always has been.

Now, that’s what I call TIE racing!

Sweet butter tacos, by now I have paused these scenes over and over trying to decide if this is Kylo Ren and/or if the scenes match or they’ve been sliced much like the TLJ trailer. 

HAHA. You trailer editor people are so good. You did it just enough to make me crazy until December. THANKS.

But, I guess it’s safe to say, in this sequel trilogy, when the camera zooms to black gloves, it’s probably Kylo.

Gee, these two just can’t flirt normally. It’s like they thought, “Oh what can we do on our date that hasn’t been done before?” “Oh, I know, let’s play chicken with the TIE Fighter!”

No, in all seriousness, as it’s been said before many times now, this would be a really strange way to try to take Rey out…

Wouldn’t Kylo be a man and just face her? He hasn’t been afraid to face people before.

And, I don’t know…some people I know are hoping that they are working together somehow, which I hope they are, don’t get me wrong,…but at the moment, I just can’t think of why Rey would need to jump on a TIE Fighter/Kylo’s TIE. (Mind out of the gutter!) I mean, if they are working together, practicing even, for some Force trick/feat that needs doing to destroy or infiltrate something, it looks like she could have climbed on the TIE before it took off?

I mean the Interwebs might tell you that she needs to practice her jumping so she can have the high ground later, but I still don’t know.

It could be a dream/vision. Simple enough.

It could be that ForceTime is acting really weird?

Did we really understand or have all the rules of ForceTime in TLJ? Could it be if ForceTime connects and Rey and Kylo hold-on to another they can pull each other to a different location? So for instance, if Rey jumps on the TIE she could be transported to where Kylo is?

That would mean there was a reason Luke told them to stop. Did he know either Kylo would be pulled to Ahch-To in the flesh or Rey would end up at the First Order (before she totally left in the Falcon for the First Order)?

Dunno. That could be getting too “beam-me-up-Scotty” or too “magical” for SW. We’ll see. I’m open to most things so long as they’re done well.

Alternatively, because Caps and I have also been reading SW comics for a few years now, I think it’s also possible that Kylo could be possessed here. 

As in, someone:

Like monkey-hands here, or whomever monkey-hands works for (Palps, Hux, The Resistance, KOR), took Kylo’s helmet and added Sith-y stuff to it.

I want to lean towards the idea of an enemy/frenemy of Kylo’s changing his helmet. I thought it was a little unusual that Kylo would go back to wearing the helmet after smashing it. I mean, character-wise, I figured it would remind him of Snoke’s taunts. It seemed like a step backward. Like going back to a security blanket after you’ve gotten over needing it. Dunno, are they going to capture him and force him to wear it? Making him Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs to get him out of the way?

BUT, there again, I guess, I could stretch my imagination and believe that Kylo, might, might, go back to wearing his helmet on his own, if he thought there was some power or knowledge to be gained. And, either, earnestly, he did it to himself or it was a TRAP!

And possibly, in this scene, possessed Kylo is about to crash wherever Rey is, but she saves him by cutting open the hatch, etc? 

(She’s learned to lift rocks, but could she stop a TIE via the Force and climb in and save someone? Maybe, but it, arguably, wouldn’t look as cool or dramatic). And if that were the case, Kylo would be in some serious debt to Rey for saving his life. Girl already spared him once. Twice, if you count she didn’t run him through on Starkiller Base.

Anyways, back to reviewing the trailer chronologically.

Somehow this reminds me of the Lost City of Atlantis. Was there a city on Bespin below Cloud City? According to Wookiepedia Bespin is a cloudy place. Sooo, could be Lando’s entrance in the movie, possibly.

Did I read somewhere that Kylo is tackling a Knight of Ren here? (Double checked and yes.) That’s interesting. I could come up lots of out-of-the-hat-theories as to why. KOR turns against him. Kylo turns against KOR. KOR Civil War? KOR Battle Royale where the survivor of the Hunger Games gets to be Master?

But what’s really interesting, is the fact that Kylo doesn’t slice the guy in two pieces with the lightsaber.

And that, to me, also spawns some theories. Is the tackle just a cinematic scene to show Kylo’s strength? Maybe Disney doesn’t want to go “Darth Maul-ing” people in two pieces? Kylo, for some reason, isn’t killing people on this particular day or any more at all? Or Kylo’s in a super rush and is more focused on getting a certain location in a hurry and whatever, guy was in the way? It made me concerned, mmm, can’t Kylo use the Force in this scene? He isn’t Force Pushing or Freezing the guy?

This week on “This Old Helmet,” Norm and guys add detailing to a once dilapidated helmet. Yup, it was a real fixer-upper. If Mr. Monkey doesn’t work for some VIP, he’s a really strange janitor.

Ok, Finn and Poe are going to, canon, start a boy band in TROS, right? This is a scene from their KPOP-ish music video, right? “‘Cause I want it that way…” If they don’t dance, so help me Star Wars...I’ll make them in a fanvid.

To be honest, I’m not sure if I like D/O yet. The jury is still out for me. Mostly because I thought some of the other concept designs were much cuter. Although, I can’t wait to see the Droid Builders tackle this one. I’m still stuck on a mouse droid.

Aww, yeah, welcome back Lando! Mr. Smoothie! (I wish he’d been apart of TFA and TLJ, but better late than never.) I know, I know the ship should be Chewie’s now, but I secretly hope that Lando is able to donate money to restore the Falcon, like an old classic car. *coughcough* Reylo Wedding Gift *coughcough*

Hmm, moisture farm or temple? Guess we’ll see. I’m loving that the troops possibly have jetpacks and/or sand-speeders?

Dunno, after the whole Rambo C3P0 poster, I’m wondering if someone’s after C3P0 here? BB and R2 have had their “find-that-droid” day, maybe it’s C3P0’s turn?

Aww, the medal. Sweet medal. 

I can give you some out-of-the-hat ideas about this, too. Maybe this is Han’s. Maybe it’s in Leia’s collection of memories and she takes it out for nostalgia, to feel close to Han in spirit, or for the anniversary of his death. Maybe she’s decided to give it to someone else? Or, worst-case scenario, the Resistance needs gold and this is all they got left?

Or, this is Luke’s? And ditto on everything. Maybe Luke left it behind before he left for Ahch-To? Maybe he gave it back to Leia? Or maybe Leia and company find more of Luke’s belongings elsewhere? Maybe Luke was using it as a bookmark in one of the Jedi Texts?

Goodness. When the trailer hit Celebration, this scene filled my heart with the greatest bittersweet joy. 

I’m really glad that the extra/reworked footage of Carrie as Leia looks good. That it will uphold her legacy. It’s been on my mind ever since her passing.

In fact, I was so caught up in being happy that the footage looks great, at first, I didn’t stop to think why Leia and Rey are hugging?

And, at first, I was so vicariously being Rey while watching the trailer, hugging Leia with my own emotional fan tear, that I didn’t consider why is Rey crying?

Well, theory-wise it could be a number of things. Rey and Leia have really bonded, and maybe Rey’s about to go on a dangerous mission? Or the Resistance has had a major setback?

But, I think one of the biggest, most emotional, thing both Rey and Leia have in common is:

Yup. Benny Boy.

And, this thought/feeling opens up a whole new can.

Um, have they heard something about Kylo/Ben that’s upsetting? And, if so, would this scene take place early or late in the film? I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors that Kylo/Ben might not be making it out of this one entirely. Dunno, to me, it almost feels like Rey’s upset that she’s failed at something. I guess, especially, because it’s extra/reworked footage of the reaction to Han’s death.

Again, with the band! It’s like a 90s Alternation Rock cover!

My question is: What is in Rey’s hand? Is it a bag? What’s in the bag? Is she carrying the Jedi text or some other special item? Is it a device? What sort of device?

Have they all been camping? ‘Cause Finn and Poe have bags, too. Do they got thermal detonators in there?

I’m assuming, since they look more angry/focused than shocked, that their on some sort of mission to find this broken piece of Death Star II? That their purpose is to go inside? Or destroy the rest of it? Either way, if I learned anything from Wind Waker, it doesn’t look like a good day for sailing towards it.

Now, in the split second when Luke says “no one’s ever really gone” again…I wanted to believe we were going to get a Force Ghost reveal. Or that possibly, the-Force-killed-Luke was just social media red herring.

I never dreamed that laugh….

Chilled me to the bone.

The biggest “oh Sh*$” moment of my movie trailer watching life.

 Ooo the possibilities. More thoughts on Emperor Palps’ return later.

Until then my Reylos and Star Wars friends, May The Force Be With You!