#one thing i kinda like about me is that i’ll rally

[urbanfiltered]

🖤

[loveinhawkins]

Robin’s always had a soft spot for Eddie Munson, but up until recently it had been in a distant kind of way; she appreciated his class clown act, the way it had a domino effect of keeping the heat off the band kids, how he hogged the spotlight for any passing douchebag’s attention.

But then they both literally dive into The Upside Down, and her appreciation reaches a whole new level.

They’re in the Wheeler’s garage, thanking their lucky stars that four bikes exist in 1983 (and yeah, Robin’s sure that if she thinks about the whole time thing for half a second more her brain will promptly melt, so she doesn’t).

Each of them are pushing their chosen bike down the driveway, in a dazed sort of silence—the high of the Lite-Brite worn off in the face of another grim journey through The Upside Down.

Steve is flagging, Robin can hear it: his breathing’s growing laboured as he walks, an occasional unsteadiness to him that’s setting her anxiety off all over again, because what if they were wrong, what if it’s really rabies, and it’s too late, it’s coursing through his veins, and he’s—they’re gonna lose him—

“Hey, Harrington,” Eddie says, swinging a leg over his saddle, “wanna race?”

“… Hmm? Sorry, what?” Steve says.

There’s not even that long of a delay in him speaking, but the pause still has Robin’s heart in her throat.

Eddie’s got one foot on a pedal now, ready to set off. He looks back at them with a shaky grin—like he’s terrified, but he’s still gonna have some fun anyway.

“I’m throwing down the gauntlet, King Steve. Bet I’ll be faster than you.”

Steve scoffs, stands up a little straighter before he mirrors Eddie, balancing on the bike with one foot on the pedal.

“How much are we betting?”

Eddie huffs. “Oh, no money involved,” he says nonchalantly. He raises an eyebrow in challenge. “This is just for the glory.”

And God, there’s that spark back in Steve’s eyes; it’s like Robin can physically see his competitive streak giving him strength.

Eddie Munson, you beautiful soul, she thinks, I could kiss you.

“Faster than me? Yeah, maybe in your dreams, Munson,” Steve says.

But Eddie’s already speeding off with a comical whoop; Steve curses as he hurriedly tries to catch up, yelling, “You dick, that’s cheating!”

“Not in my rulebook!” Eddie says with a cackle.

And for a little while, that’s enough to put Robin’s mind at ease: watching the pair of them taunt each other like kids—hearing Nancy laugh at the spectacle as she bikes alongside her.

But then she falls through the Gate, Eddie close behind her, and they freeze when Steve screams Nancy’s name with such fear.

Robin’s plunged back into a mind-numbing panic; she’s sure that her heart doesn’t even begin to slow until they’ve left the trailer park, until Steve’s control of the RV switches from ‘holy shit, we’re on the run, what have our lives become?’ to something more normal—the reliable, measured driving she’s familiar with, taking her to and from school or work.

Finally, she has time to, um… take stock. Of… things.

She wobbles her way over to Eddie, grabbing onto his elbow as Steve takes a turning.

Eddie instantly holds her up, a steadying hand around her waist. “Oh, hi. I’ve gotcha—” “Your music isn’t actually shit,” Robin says in one breath. “I know, um, on balance, it’s probably not the worst thing I could’ve said, but the delivery was—but, you know, considering I thought Nance was literally about to die, I’d say it was, like, kinda calm all things considered, but—”

Eddie’s chuckling. “Yeah, on balance,” he echoes teasingly, “you were pretty damn funny, actually. Uh, sorry for. Um. Screaming at you? Basically?”

“Basically,” Robin agrees. “Yeah, you were like impressively loud. Not quite eardrum-rupturing level, but y’know, I don’t actually know anyone who’s really had that happen to them; Amanda Wallis said she ruptured hers at the pep rally ‘cause she was standing too close to us—the band, I mean, but—”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Oh, that’s bull, there’s no way that’d be loud enough to—”

“—I think she just had a grudge ‘cause David C on mellophone got literally the tiniest bit of spit on her, and he was only—”

“Yeah, well, everyone knows you sit in the splash zone at your own risk.”

“Exactly! She’s had plenty of time to learn marching band protocol.”

“Uh-huh, protocol,” Eddie echoes again, with a giggle.

He’s got a nice kind of laugh, Robin thinks: one where she’s never in doubt that he’s laughing with her rather than at her.

“That stuff you do’s pretty cool,” he says; with his free hand, he actually imitates her mime of playing a trumpet. “You must have good, uh…” She can see the exact moment that he’s having second thoughts about saying it, but he forges ahead anyway, with a hilariously uncertain, “Good… lungs?”

“Fascinating attempt at a compliment,” Robin says. “Luckily for you, I accept insults as, like, equal tokens of friendship.”

Eddie does a double take. He doesn’t go so far as letting out a questioning, “We’re friends?”, but he might as well have said it anyway: his eyes widen for a moment, like someone who’s just been unexpectedly asked out to prom.

Steve takes another turning; he does it smoothly enough, but even he can’t stop the RV from moving with it, and Robin stumbles again, very nearly ends up repeating how she toppled right onto Eddie in The Upside Down.

“Woah there, you’re good,” Eddie says, “just gotta find your, uh, what’s it called? Your equilibrium.”

“I don’t have any,” Robin says, all theatrical devastation, and Eddie snorts.

“Sure you do, Buckley. Look, just take my—yeah, that’s it, then just kinda straighten up… yeah, you’ve got it.”

And yes, after a minute or so, Robin’s footing does feel more certain, but she still keeps a stubborn grip on Eddie’s elbow, just in case.

“God, d’you know what I’m gonna do when all this is over?” Eddie says.

“Pray tell.”

“I’m gonna make a list. What was it you said, Madonna, Blondie…? Whatever, I’m getting all of them, m’never getting caught out like that again.”

“I’m hoping that needing music to evade the clutches of a serial killer from an alternate dimension is, um, strictly a one-time thing.”

“Don’t care,” Eddie says. “Still buying those tapes. Just in case.”

And yeah, it’s said partly in jest, but Robin can hear that he means it. Still, it’s the most optimistic that she’s heard him be so far: making plans for after, like he can really see a way through this. Like maybe he finally knows that they’ll help him get there.

“Need a list of tapes from you too, Buckley. You and Harrington.”

Robin smiles. Her first thought is of singing Total Eclipse of the Heart from the dirt-ridden floor of a mall bathroom, but then she thinks of every car ride with Steve, every time they’ve turned up the radio to belt along, and she knows that there are way too many songs to count.

“Forget a list,” Robin says, “I could fill a book. Same for big boy over there.”

Eddie blinks, like he’s suddenly taking stock, too. “Oh yeah,” he says, laughing lightly, “I did say that, huh?”

“Sure did. I was doubting my ears, too.”

Robin had been hoping they’d long since reached the point of being able to joke around with one another. But while Eddie does laugh again, he also starts biting at his thumbnail, glancing over at Steve in the driver’s seat.

“Um, hey.” Robin manages to keep her balance, briefly pressing her knee against his leg. “I didn’t mean anything by it, Eddie.”

“No, I know.” Eddie huffs self-effacingly. “I’ve kinda got permanent foot-in-mouth disease, my report cards would tell you that.”

Well, if he wants to pass it off as sometimes I just say the darnedest things, Robin would be a hypocrite to deny him.

It fascinates her in a sad sort of way though, how he veers between joking and nervousness—like he’s worried he’s intruding on their group, of overstepping somehow.

She wants to tell him: Look, we all got dragged into this, but we chose to stick around, and you’re no different.

But she no longer has the aftermath of Russian drugs to help bypass her own nerves, to kickstart her sincerity.

“Hey, you’re awfully quiet back there,” Steve calls, and Eddie startles.

Robin shakes her head. “Not us, that’s his—”

“Hello? Henderson, I’m talking to you.”

“We’re not even doing anything!” Dustin shouts back in exaggerated affront.

He’s sat on the backseat of the RV, peering out the window along with Lucas, Erica and Max. Robin stifles a chuckle at the sight; they look like they’re on a field trip—the cool kids at the back of the bus.

“Yeah, well, just checking,” Steve says, amused. “For all I know, you coulda been building a gigantic radio again on, like, the roof of this thing.”

“Cerebro,” Dustin says, just as Eddie lets out a baffled, “Uh, again?”

But then they’re pulling into The War Zone’s parking lot, and any chatter abruptly dies.

Afterwards, Steve gets off the road to park in a reassuringly deserted field. They don’t head outside right away (Robin’s not exactly looking forward to prepping Molotov cocktails), instead staying in the RV to eat junk food they’d grabbed beforehand.

Robin discovers that Dustin’s somehow bought five more cans of Pringles and snorts, declaring, “You’ve got a problem.”

At some point, Steve tries to sneak off to the bathroom so he can change his dressings—“And use actual proper bandages!” Robin calls to him; no offence to Nancy’s resourcefulness, but the torn shirt strips only do so much good.

It becomes a more comical than horrifying event, although she’s sure that’s down to Steve deliberately making it so, like a sleight of hand trick: playing it down as he keeps talking to the kids throughout, never wincing even once.

He ends up having to keep the bathroom door open to continue an argument with Erica over which Scoops Ahoy sundae was the best of all time—then figures that he might as well just step out into the open anyway.

At least the wounds have stopped bleeding—although the sight of Steve cleaning around them with bottled water is one that Robin could personally do without.

The kids are entirely unfazed. They flock to Steve, peering at the glimpses he lets them see like he’s just got a cool tattoo. Robin supposes that after El and whatever nightmare wormy thing was in her leg, they’ve seen everything.

Eddie, however, is another matter. He keeps quiet about it, not obvious at all, but Robin watches his face grow paler and paler before Steve wraps the new bandages around his stomach.

Dustin, bless his precocious little heart, must also notice, because he quickly starts up a seemingly impromptu game of charades, meaning that Eddie is soon distracted by his ridiculously over the top gestures.

“No, Steve, how are you not getting this?”

“I thought the whole appeal of this game was that you’re not meant to talk, Henderson. Dude, watch it, you nearly took Max’s eye out with… whatever the hell that was.”

“Oh my god, it’s Back to the Future, obviously! Ow, Max, I didn’t mean to—uh, yeah, the mime needs to be that big, how else am I gonna project what—”

“Dustin, I swear to god, I’m about to project you out the window,” Steve drawls.

Eddie laughs, hides it behind his hand.

But Steve must catch it, because he glances over at Eddie and winks before he’s dragged back into guessing another movie title.

And Robin’s obviously seen Steve wink before—he does it all the time, so much so that she’s become quite adept at reading when it’s a friendly one for her, or if he’s sharing some kind of in-joke with one of the kids.

She’s also seen his attempts at a ‘smooth’ wink towards some girls at work—and look, he’s Steve Harrington, it’s not like he’s going to be bad at it.

But if you ask Robin, it’s never looked quite right, like he’s always performing to an audience he’s unsure of.

But this wink doesn’t look like it belongs to either of those categories. Well, it’s got something in common with the first: that it looks entirely natural, as if he’s doing it almost without thinking. Like it just feels right.

They go through some more rounds of charades—Dustin’s gestures, if possible, getting even more dramatic—and Eddie gradually goes from contributing a few guesses to none at all, curling up on the backseat. He looks utterly wiped out.

Robin tries to catch Nancy’s eye, and after a few attempts, she gets the message, stands up with a nod.

“Okay, let’s take this outside, guys.”

“Spoken like a true camp counsellor,” Max says.

Nancy acts like she’s offended, but her lips keep twitching into a smile. “Max, never say that to me again.”

“There’s more space outside,” Erica says, “so we can duck out the way of Dustin’s windmilling arms.”

“Hey!”

“I’m bored of charades,” Lucas says. “We could do another competition? Like, I dunno, cartwheels or handstands or something?”

“Oh sure, so I can show you up?” Max returns, grinning.

Steve scoffs. “Uh, if you’re doing a cartwheel competition, I would win.”

“Since when?” Dustin says, an obvious taunt that Steve predictably rises to, flipping him off.

“Save your athletics for Vecna, please,” Nancy cuts in dryly.

“It wouldn’t be a fair fight.” Lucas gestures to Steve’s stomach, a little uncertainly. “You know, considering…”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Under normal circumstances, I would kick all your asses.”

“Sure,” Robin says brightly, “but Steve, if you do literally anything more strenuous than sitting down right now, I’m gonna—”

“Uh, Steve would kick your asses, actually,” Eddie says slowly. His voice is muffled from the way his hand’s holding up his chin, partly covering his mouth. “He did gymnastics.”

Robin, surprised, looks to Steve; he’s doing that thing where he scratches at his cheek unconsciously, seems to be a mixture of embarrassed and pleased.

“How’d you know that?” he asks.

Eddie shrugs. “We didn’t have a cover for gym one time, remember? There was a whole group of us slacking off but you just kept doing, y’know,” he twirls his fingers, “tricks on that box thingy.”

“Vaulting box,” Steve corrects like he can’t stop himself. He’s sporting an almost abashed little smile that Robin’s never seen before.

Eddie shrugs again. “S’all Greek to me,” he says, interrupts himself halfway through with a deep yawn.

Steve’s eyes soften. And then he’s ushering the kids outside, “C’mon, you can do whatever competition you want for thirty minutes before we get to work.”

“Got it, coach.”

“Shut up, Mayfield.”

“I’ll be your stopwatch if you’re doing handstands,” Nancy chips in, bringing up the rear—she catches Robin’s eye again, subtly tilts her head in Eddie’s direction and mouths Stay?

Robin nods.

“Uh, that won’t be accurate at all,” comes Dustin’s rebuttal—he’s outside now, but his voice still carries. “Unless you can like accurately keep time in your head down to the second—”

“Oh my god, Dustin, you’re such a shithead.”

“Nancy Wheeler, I’m heartbroken.”

Steve’s chuckle floats through the open door. “She said it, dude, not me.”

“You say it all the goddamn time!”

And then the voices fade away until all Robin can hear is distant laughs and joyful screams. It’s relaxing, in its own way.

“No gymnastics for you, Buckley?” Eddie says.

“Nope, not since 7th grade. Managed two cartwheels before I broke my wrist.”

Eddie winces in sympathy. He’s slumping a bit more; Robin makes herself comfy in the opposite corner of the backseat, gives him the most space.

She feels a weird lump at her back, behind one of the cushions. A quick investigation reveals an issue of TV Guide Magazine.

“Ooh, we can find out what we missed while on the run,” she says, waggling it in front of Eddie.

He smiles with a small huff. “Doubt it. Says 1981 on the front.”

“What’s a little more time travel?”

Robin flicks through to the crossword. She’s all too aware that Eddie’s still sat more stiffly than anything else. With Steve, it would be so easy; she could prod him in the thigh with her toe, light touches until he took the hint and relaxed.

But even before they’d really become friends, they were tactile: a tap on the shoulder to grab attention, bumping hips to move each other out of the way whenever they were scooping ice-cream at the same time. It’d been done so unconsciously, like they were already learning to read each other’s minds.

With Eddie, it’s clear that a different approach is needed.

Robin had caught onto that after her misstep at the boathouse, a pit in her stomach at the sight of Eddie’s hands shaking.

But her instinct to reach out, to soothe, made her unthinkingly try again; as they walked in the woods, she’d heard his breathing quicken, and her hand lightly brushed his back. She drew back as he instantly flinched at her touch.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said hurriedly. “Just—just checking you were okay. Sorry.”

Eddie just stared at her before nodding hesitantly.

And Robin wanted to tell him that it wasn’t by chance, that he had people who cared about him; that she did, and it wasn’t a fluke or an accident—she was choosing it.

She keeps her eyes on the magazine, jots down a few crossword answers. It reminds her of summer days spent reading on her grandparents’ porch, not wanting to startle a cat her grandpa had rescued as it approached her. It was always so spooked.

“You’ve just gotta let him come to you, sweet pea,” her grandma would say.

After a couple minutes, she hears Eddie breathe out, the creak of the seat as he lies down. He rests his head right next to her thigh.

“S’good?” he asks, pointing at the magazine.

“It’s pretty easy.” One of the crossword clues is ‘The Lion, the Witch, and the?’ which isn’t exactly taxing. “I’m used to doing the cryptic ones.”

Eddie laughs. He kinda sounds fond. “Of course you are.”

“They’re not that hard, once you know how to read ‘em.”

“Hmm, I doubt that. Lay one on me, Buckley.”

She purses her lips in thought. “Oh, I got this one last week. Condition of Wyoming, five letters.”

Eddie lifts his head ever so slightly to give her a blank look. “Not a fucking clue.”

“State. Get it? ‘Cause ‘condition’ is the definition, and Wyoming is literally—”

“God, I’m surrounded by geniuses.”

“Well, I’ve got the advantage of a summer of code-breaking.”

Robin slowly raises her hand as she speaks—makes sure to do it in Eddie’s line of vision, spots that he doesn’t pull back, that he even gives the tiniest half-nod. She pats his head twice.

Eddie scrunches up his nose. “Sorry, my hair’s gross.”

“It’s not that bad,” Robin says honestly. “Y’know for being on the run, it’s holding up pretty well. I’m getting whatever shampoo you use.”

Eddie smiles. “Sure.”

“Yours is looking way better than mine did after, like, one day getting wrapped up in all this.” Again, without really thinking, Robin adds, “I had all this sweat and blood and puke in it.”

Eddie’s eyes are closed now. He makes an unhappy sound, prods gently at her knee. “You’ve all gotta work on telling me horrific shit. That should not be casual for you, Buckley.”

He sounds emphatic—protective, even. Robin feels unexpectedly emotional.

“Yeah, sorry. Bad habit.”

Silence falls, and by the time Steve enters the RV, Robin has filled in the whole crossword, Eddie dozing by her side.

Steve’s getting another bottle of water—actually drinking it this time. He’s got grass stains on his knees, and he’s sweating slightly, like the ‘stay still’ advice hasn’t once been taken.

His eyes soften again when he sees Eddie sleeping—he doesn’t need to linger, but he does.

Robin watches.

We need more time, Steve, she thinks suddenly. For you to keep looking at him like that—for him to be awake to see it.

Steve tears his eyes away. Lands on her.

She smiles, mouthing What?

Steve rolls his eyes. He imitates her ‘what?’ mockingly, but then he smiles back and taps at his wrist, mimes winding a watch on. It’s what they do whenever they’re slammed at work, wanting to talk, but only able to briefly catch each other’s eyes in the rush. Later.

She taps her wrist. Later, she promises.

He gives her a double thumbs up—what a dork—before heading back outside.

Robin quietly puts the magazine away. Ever so carefully, she lightly strokes Eddie’s hair, feels her heart swell and break at the same time when he sighs contentedly in his sleep.

You’d better look after yourself, Eddie Munson, she thinks. You’ve got people here. People who really want you to stick around.

[carmendeiact2whenplz]

Things we don’t know about Old Mondstadt (that Hoyoverse refuses to tell us)

Aka things that haunt me (and probably many other old mondstadt fans)

(keep in mind- not all of these may be entirely unanswerable as of now, some have partial/vague canon answers, while some may have completely canon yet relatively obscure answers)

(for the sake of making things easier to write, i will refer to venti’s dead friend/the nameless bard as “nb” and the red haired warrior as “rhw”, and specifically wisp venti as “wispti”, and i will be referring to the group of wispti, nb, rhw, gunnhildr, and amos (and maybe decarabian too if he’s relevant in that context) as the “old mond gang”)

Note- lots of paragraphs ahead

1- why is nb nameless? does he just… not have a name? does he have a name that he either intentionally or unintentionally kept secret? did he have a name that he used openly and oftenly, but it was forgotten by history as time went on? if anything, did he at least have some sort of nickname people used for him (so we can stop calling him “some nameless guy or smth idk”)?

2- While nb being, well, nameless, may be a bit more justified, what about rhw? did he also have some sort of name? would calling him “ragnvindr” (or similar) be entirely un-canon? did he at the very least have some sort of code name/nickname?

3- what is the timescale of the rebellion? did it take weeks, months, years? decades? how long ago did thoughts of revolution start in old mondstadt? were the people always unhappy, or did old mond use to be a better place?

4- what is nb’s role in the rebellion? did he start it? is he just a leader in general? or is he just there for the moral support? was he on the front lines or in the distance, playing his lyre to rally the troops? is he a strategist? has he ever directly fought anyone on the opposing side?

5- actually, how old is nb anyway? pretty sure most people agree that the rest of the old mond gang are adults (not wispti but like. i’ll touch more on that later), but i’ve seen stories/theories/headcanons about how old nb was (at the time of death) ranging from around 14 to 23 years old- that is not a small range by any means. (according to a poll i made a while ago, 16 was the most common answer on what people thought their age was (my headcanon too), but there was definitely a lot of range in the answers)

6- If Amos and Decarabian’s romantic relationship is so toxic (for lack of a better word), how any why did they get together in the first place? Did amos enter the relationship aware decarabian was against some of the things she wanted most in life? did she enter the relationship purely to try to “fix” him? was he abusive towards her, or was it just a lack of attention/affection/caring about other things more than her? or was it that he never loved her/was attracted to her romantically at all? were they still in a relationship even until the very end, or did they eventually split up when they both knew they would have to fight eachother and that things wouldn’t work out between them?

7- according to the “biography of gunnhildr” book (i think that’s the name), it says they worshipped the wind spirit barbatos and treated it like a deity, while other sources say wispti was nameless and was like. just kinda there. is one of them the truth, or both, or neither?

8- does wispti have arms and/or legs of any kind? can he talk/communicate with people? if so, how does he go about doing so?

9- it’s implied in “a drunkard’s tale” (an ingame book) that the wind spirit that transformed into a fox and helped create wine is the same wind spirit as well. wispti. if that means wispti can shapeshift, to what extent can he do it? can he even become a human/humanoid (not to the same detail and/or time extent that modern venti/barbatos can do so but still)? if so, how does that impact his relationship with nb and/or the rest of the old mond gang?

10- how long did the members of the old mond gang know eachother? did most of them meet in relation to the rebellion, or did some of them know eachother before they got to that point?

11- what is the order of events between amos dying, nb dying, decarabian dying, barbatos getting the gnosis, barbatos taking nb’s form, the end of the fighting, and rhw leaving/abandoning (for lack of better words) everyone? how much time took place between all those happening?

12- what exactly are the purposes of the tower? is it just a living space/government building for decarabian and amos, or is there more to it? did other people live in the tower too? if the circular ruins/symbols seen in the tower present-day were also there back then, why and how are they there? are the light actuators in the tower related to anything involving decarabian’s power/immortality and/or the storm wall?

13- how impenetrable is the storm wall, really? is everything restricted from going in or out, or are some people able to move freely? what is the immigration/emigration rate of the city? how often are things imported and exported? does the wall have any intended purpose other than for keeping the blizzard out?

14- how did amos get her bow? why is it so (hypothetically) powerful? where did she get it and how did it “retain its power” to this day?

15- how “old” is wispti? he could theoretically be any “age” between “manifesting into existence shortly before his first interaction with nb” and 14 billion years old/as old as time itself(and you thought nb’s theoretical age range was large.) how much did wispti truly know before getting involved with the rebellion? was he technically a toddler (in terms of knowledge/mentality), or does he actually have thousands of years of knowledge?

16- to what extent did the imunlaukr (i probably spelled that wrong) and lawrence clans participate in the old mondstadt rebellion? were they involved at all? should the old mond gang be eventually expanded to include more people? (lawrence, venerare, etc)

17- HOW DID DECARABIAN LOOK LIKE? HOYOVERSE PLEASE. IF YOU WONT GIVE US HIS FULLBODY DESIGN WITH MULTIPLE POSES AND FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AT LEAST GIVE US SOME CRUMBS ABOUT HIS APPEARANCE (how tall he was, hair color, outfit style, special accessories he wore, weapons he used, etc)

18- what is the relationship of the old mond game to eachother? were they friends? found family? or were things far more complicated than that? (and what was their reaction to knowing amos, one of their biggest allies, was also the lover/partner of their (the old mond gang’s) enemy?

19- did some of the genshin weapons with lore relations to old mondstadt actually get used during old mondstadt? (aka did nb get to use freedom-sworn as an actual combat weapon)

I probably left out a lot of things so i may go back later to edit, but there are just. SO many things hoyoverse keeps behind the lore basement. If anyone would like to add onto this list, or provide personal headcanons and/or canon answers to the things mentioned here, i highly reccomend doing so.

@honorary-fool @amarisrosalette @gierosajie @lanternlightss @arson-n-quwubilder @littleblueberryartist @lilyandthegenshinbrainrot @elysianheresy

@goyayato @lordofthetower @nellfe-the-feral-creature @thatonenerdinyourclassroom

@yume-shirokuro

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[perkypeony]

𝕁𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕦 𝕂𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕟 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝔸𝕌

Synopsis: Y/N thought high school was going to be uneventful until she befriended Shoko, the laid-back senior, and met Satoru, the popular senior who takes her under his wing as her math tutor. Suddenly, Y/N’s life is filled with unexpected friendships, laughter, and chaos. As her friends rally behind her crush on Nanami, especially her friend Haibara, it’s hard to tell if she’s making progress—or just making a fool of herself!

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The busy hallway of Kaizen High School bustled with energy as you navigated through the crowd, clutching a clipboard to your chest like it was a lifeline. It was your first time handling a school program, and to say you were clueless would be putting it kindly. The school board had entrusted the juniors with planning the annual talent show, and while you were excited, you were also in way over your head.

“Excuse me, where’s the—uh, the hall for—oh, never mind,” you mumbled, trying to stop someone for directions, only to watch them rush away before you finished.

You sighed and scanned your surroundings, hoping for someone to notice you. Finally, your eyes locked with a girl with short brown hair, a lollipop sticking out of her mouth.

“Lost already?” a smooth, slightly teasing voice cut through the noise. She had droopy but friendly eyes, and an effortless coolness about her.

“Uh, yeah, kinda,” you admitted sheepishly. “I’m supposed to meet someone for the event briefing, but I have no idea where to go.”

“That’d be me,” she said, pulling the lollipop from her mouth with a soft pop and pointing at your clipboard. “Ieri Shoko, senior and your supervisor for this disaster waiting to happen.”

You blinked, taken aback by her bluntness but oddly comforted by her relaxed demeanor. “Oh! I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“Don’t sound so formal. You’re not signing a job contract.” Shoko chuckled and motioned for you to follow her. “Come on, I’ll show you around. First lesson: don’t panic when things go wrong. They always do.”

As you trailed behind her, you couldn’t help but feel a bit more at ease. Shoko’s presence was reassuring, like she had everything under control, even if she pretended not to care much. Over the next hour, she walked you through your tasks, gave you pointers, and even cracked a few jokes to lighten the mood.

“You’ll be fine,” Shoko said, leaning back in her chair as the two of you sat backstage, reviewing your responsibilities for the event. “Just don’t try to do everything alone. That’s what I’m here for.”

You smiled, feeling your earlier anxiety ebb away. “Thanks, Shoko. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. But if you bring me coffee every now and then, I won’t complain,” she said with a wink.

From that day on, Shoko became your unofficial guide to surviving high school life. She’d drop by during lunch to check on you, share gossip, and sometimes drag you to eat with her friends, introducing you to a world of chaos and laughter you didn’t know you needed.

And little did you know, this was just the beginning of your whirlwind high school adventure.

❤❤❤

It didn’t take long for you and Shoko to become inseparable. She was like the big sister you didn’t know you needed—always ready to offer advice, roast you mercilessly, or share the latest school gossip. One afternoon, as you both sat in the cafeteria, Shoko suddenly perked up, her eyes locking onto someone across the room.

“Perfect timing,” she said, smirking.

“What?” you asked, mid-bite of your chicken sandwich.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you,” she said, grabbing your arm and pulling you along before you could protest.

“Introduce me to who?” you hissed, trying not to trip as you stumbled after her.

Shoko didn’t answer. She stopped at a table where a tall boy with snow-white hair and blue eyes sat, casually leaning back in his chair with the confidence of someone who owned the place. He had a cocky grin plastered on his face as he scrolled through his phone.

“Satoru,” Shoko said, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

He looked up, his grin widening. “Shoko! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Cut the crap. This is Y/N,” Shoko said, gesturing toward you. “She’s a junior, and you’re about to scare her, so tone it down.”

Satoru turned his piercing gaze to you, and for a moment, you froze. He was stupidly attractive, and the way his grin shifted into something softer almost made you forget how to breathe.

“Hey there, Y/N,” he said smoothly, leaning forward with a playful glint in his eyes. “Didn’t know Shoko had a junior friend. What’s your deal?”

You blinked, unsure how to respond. “My deal? Uh… like, what I do? I’m just trying to survive high school without failing the exams.”

Shoko groaned. “She’s volunteering to handle talent day. That's how I know her. And for fuck’s sake, go easy on her, Satoru.”

Gojo chuckled, sitting up straight. “Don’t worry, I’m harmless. Mostly.”

You gave him a wary look, and he laughed louder.

“Relax, I’m kidding,” he said, reaching out to ruffle your hair like you were a puppy. “You’re kinda adorable, though. I can see why Shoko likes you.”

“Don’t touch her,” Shoko warned, smacking his hand away.

Satoru pouted but withdrew his hand. “Fine. But I like her. She’s fun.”

You weren’t sure what to make of him yet, but his teasing didn’t feel mean-spirited. If anything, it felt oddly comforting, like he was trying to make you feel included.

“Why don’t you join us?” Satoru asked, motioning to the empty seats at his table.

Shoko raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Thought you’d be busy flirting with half the school.”

“Nah,” Satoru said breezily. “Today, I’m all yours. And hers, if she wants,” he added, winking at you.

Your face heated up, and Shoko smirked. “Careful, Satoru. You’re gonna scare her off.”

“Am not!” Satoru protested.

Despite your initial awkwardness, the lunch turned out to be surprisingly fun. Satoru was a lot—flirty, loud, and full of himself—but there was something endearing about how he went out of his way to make you laugh. By the time lunch ended, you felt like you’d known him forever.

As you packed up your things to leave, Satoru called out, “See you around, Y/N! Don’t miss me too much!”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. Shoko nudged your side, smirking.

“Welcome to the chaos,” she said.

And chaos it was, because from that day forward, Satoru decided to make you his favorite junior.

❤❤❤

A week after meeting Satoru, you found yourself regretting your life choices. You busied yourself with co-curricular activities, but in the end, it affected your academics. You were hunched over your desk, staring blankly at a math worksheet that might as well have been written in ancient hieroglyphs. The numbers and formulas blurred together, taunting you with their incomprehensibility.

“Need help?” Shoko asked casually, leaning against your desk in the study hall.

“Yes,” you groaned dramatically, slumping forward. “But my brain isn't braining.”

She chuckled, flicking your forehead. “Good thing I know someone who’s a genius at math and will definitely enjoy tutoring you.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Who?”

“Gojo Satoru,” she said, smirking.

“No way!” you protested immediately. “He’ll tease me the whole time!”

“Probably,” she admitted. “But he’s actually a good tutor when he wants to be. And trust me, he’ll say yes. He thinks you’re adorable.”

Despite your hesitation, Shoko dragged you to find Satoru after class. He was lounging against a locker, chatting with Geto, when Shoko interrupted.

“Satoru, you’re tutoring Y/N in math,” she declared.

Satoru blinked, surprised, before his lips stretched into a mischievous grin. “Really? And what do I get out of it?”

“Nothing,” Shoko deadpanned. “Except the satisfaction of being helpful.”

“Hmm…” He tapped his chin thoughtfully before glancing at you. “What do you think, Y/N? Want me to grace you with my brilliance?”

You sighed, already regretting this. “If it means passing my next test, fine.”

And so began your sessions with Satoru. Despite his initial teasing, you quickly realized that he was genuinely smart. He had a way of breaking down complex problems into simple steps, and he was surprisingly patient when you struggled.

“You’re overthinking it,” he said one afternoon as you sat together in the library. “Just plug the values into the formula and solve them step by step.”

You frowned, scribbling on your notebook. “Like this?”

“Exactly!” he said, grinning proudly. “See? You’re a natural.”

“I’m really not,” you muttered, but his encouragement made you feel a little better.

One day during a session, Satoru suddenly waved excitedly at someone across the library.

“Yo, Suguru!” he called, completely ignoring the librarian’s glare.

You turned to see Geto Suguru approaching, a book in hand and a slightly exasperated expression on his face. He looked every bit as graceful and composed as usual, his long hair tied neatly into a bun.

“Satoru,” Suguru greeted, setting his book on the table. “What are you doing here?”

“Tutoring Y/N,” Satoru said, gesturing proudly at you.

Suguru’s eyes flicked to you, and he offered a warm smile. “Good luck with that.”

“Hey!” Satoru protested. “I’m an excellent tutor, thank you very much.”

Suguru chuckled softly. “I don’t doubt that.”

“Sit with us!” Satoru said, already pulling out a chair.

Suguru hesitated. “I don’t want to interrupt—”

“You won’t,” Satoru insisted. “We’re taking a break anyway.”

Reluctantly, Suguru joined you, and the three of you chatted for a while. Suguru’s calm demeanor was a stark contrast to Satoru’s chaotic energy, but somehow they balanced each other perfectly.

When Suguru eventually excused himself, you turned to Satoru with a blunt question: “So… is he your boyfriend?”

Satoru froze, his eyes wide. “W-What?”

“You guys are really close, and sometimes you’re, uh… so gay for each other,” you said, whispering the last part.

Satoru’s face turned pink, something you hadn’t thought possible for someone as confident as him. “We’re not dating! I mean… not yet.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, you like him?”

“Shhh!” Satoru hissed, glancing around to make sure no one overheard. “Keep your voice down!”

You grinned mischievously. “That’s so cute!”

“Shut up,” he muttered, burying his face in his hands. “I just… I don’t know how he feels, okay?”

You were too busy bouncing excitedly in your chair to respond.

“Y/N, stop bouncing,” Satoru palmed his face, glancing around again. “People are looking, and now they think I proposed or something.”

You froze mid-bounce, wide-eyed. “Wait, do they really?”

“No,” he deadpanned. “But they might if you keep acting like a sugar-high rabbit.”

“Well, I’ll support you!” you said enthusiastically. “Just like how you support my crush on Nanami.”

Satoru let out a chuckle. “Yeah, about that… you need better plans if you’re gonna catch his attention. Haibara told me you tried leaving him a note in his locker and forgot to sign it.”

You groaned, sinking into your seat as Satoru laughed. “That was intentional! I'm just too shy to let him know who I am.”

“Ah, I see. Later, don’t blame me if you end up as a forever single, husbandless old lady with a million cats,” he teased you.

“Satoru!!!”

“Hey, you two at the back! This is my last warning. Keep quiet or I’ll kick you out of this library!” the librarian shouted, clearly at her wit’s end.

“Oops, sorry,” you and Satoru said together, holding back laughs.

❤❤❤

It started with subtlety. Or at least, what you thought was subtle. You’d read somewhere that carrying books near someone you liked might catch their attention, so one day, you deliberately walked past Nanami in the hallway with an enormous stack of books.

Unfortunately, you underestimated how heavy they were.

“Whoa!” you yelped as the pile wobbled precariously. Before they could hit the floor, a hand shot out, steadying the books. You looked up to see Nanami holding the stack effortlessly, his brow furrowed in concern.

“You shouldn’t carry so much at once,” he said calmly, taking the books from you as though they weighed nothing.

“I-It’s fine! I was just… practicing my balance!” you stammered, your face heating up. You couldn’t believe you just said that. Practicing balance? Really?

“Practicing your balance?” Nanami repeated, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded furiously, your heart racing. “Y-Yeah, you know… for, um, sports day!” You winced internally. You were pretty sure that was the worst excuse in history.

He stared at you for a moment, probably debating whether to say something, before sighing. “Next time, ask for help.”

He walked away, carrying your books like a responsible human being. You stood there, mortified, wondering if you’d just blown it—or somehow made him think you were a weirdo. The lingering embarrassment had you wishing the floor could swallow you whole.

Another time, you tried the classic “bumping into him accidentally” move. During lunch, you timed your steps to match his and walked directly into his shoulder, causing your tray to wobble.

“Oh no!” you gasped dramatically as your pizza slice slid off the tray and onto the floor with a sad splat.

Nanami turned, mildly startled. “Are you okay?”

You plastered a sheepish smile on your face. “Oops, sorry! Guess I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

He picked up your pizza and handed it back to you without missing a beat. “You should be more careful. And you should take a new slice of pizza.”

“Right, yeah,” you said, mentally kicking yourself for how awkward you sounded. "Definitely need to be more careful. About everything." You forced a smile, trying to save some dignity, but it was too late. You could already feel the heat rising in your face.

As he walked away, you groaned quietly, sinking into your seat. Haibara, who had witnessed the entire disaster, leaned over with a grin.

“You’re trying way too hard,” he whispered, snickering.

“Shut up,” you muttered, slapping a french fry at him. You hadn’t even realized it, but it was too late to take back your ridiculous behavior now.

You are not someone to back down easily, so you decided to move on to your next mission during the art class. Nanami seems like the artsy type, so you thought it would be a great idea to compliment his work.

For today's class, you were required to draw and paint. You take a look at Nanami's drawing of a beautiful bakery filled with scrumptious pastries.

“Your painting looks so good I could eat them,” you only realized how weird it sounds once you said it.

Nanami seems taken aback by your comment, though his cheeks flushed. He cleared his throat, “Thanks, I appreciate your honest comment.”

You awkwardly stand there and give him a smile before showing him yours. “What do you think?”

Nanami adjusted his glasses and studied the paper. There was a moment of silence before he nodded slowly. “It’s an old man eating a loaf of bread. Interesting choice of medium."

Your heart sank. "It's… it's you reading a book."

Nanami blinked, looking back at the sketch. His expression softened, though a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Ah. I see it now. It’s… unique."

Haibara, who’d been eavesdropping from the back of the room, burst out laughing. "Y/N, are you trying to charm Nanami or scare him off?"

You shot him a glare, clutching your drawing to your chest. "Art is subjective!"

"Sure it is," Haibara teased, still chuckling as Nanami quietly patted your shoulder.

"It’s thoughtful," he said softly, his words making your cheeks warm. "Keep at it."

❤❤❤

The café Satoru had dragged you to after your tutoring session looked like something straight out of a fairy tale. Soft pastel tones, floral decorations hanging from the ceiling, and delicate desserts that seemed too pretty to eat. You stared at the menu, blinking at the absurd prices.

“Satoru, what even is this place?” you asked, glancing around at the café's grand, whimsical aesthetic.

“Only the best dessert café in town,” he replied casually, lounging in his seat. “Pick anything you want. My treat.”

You hesitated, eyeing the menu again. “I don’t know. Everything here costs more than my weekly lunch budget.”

“And?” Satoru raised an eyebrow, his tone utterly nonchalant. “Do I look like someone who cares about a budget? Just order.”

Reluctantly, you chose a modest-looking strawberry shortcake. Satoru, on the other hand, ordered an assortment of desserts so intricate they looked like they belonged in an art gallery.

When the desserts arrived, you couldn’t help but stare. “You ordered, like, five things. Are you planning to eat the entire menu?”

He grinned, already digging into a chocolate tart. “Why not? I have a sweet tooth, remember?”

Taking a bite of your cake, you glanced at him with a smirk. “You know, you’re starting to act like my sugar daddy with all these fancy treats.”

Satoru nearly choked on his tart. “Excuse me?”

“Think about it. You’re rich, you take me to expensive places, and you’re paying for everything. It’s kind of suspicious.”

Leaning back in his chair, he narrowed his eyes at you. “Ridiculous. Just because I have white hair doesn't mean I’m old enough to become your sugar daddy.”

You giggled at his response. “I'm just joking. But does that mean you’d consider it in the future?”

“I’ll think about it,” Satoru said, rolling his eyes. “For now, I only brought you here so I wouldn’t look like a complete glutton eating all of this by myself.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So, I’m your guilt buffer?”

“Exactly,” he said with a smug grin, pointing at you with his fork.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“And you’re lucky I like you enough to share. Now shut your mouth and eat, ‘sugar baby’ ,” he teased, sliding a macaron your way.

❤❤❤

It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where time felt a little slower. You were sitting on the steps outside the school building, your heart hammering in your chest as you fidgeted with the hem of your jacket. Nanami had just walked past you on his way to the gate, but you couldn’t let this opportunity slip. Not again.

Taking a deep breath, you stood up and called out to him.

“Nanami!” you said, almost louder than you meant to. He turned around, raising an eyebrow, the calm expression on his face never wavering.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, glancing at you with concern.

You hesitated for a moment, heart pounding, but this was it. You couldn’t keep running away from it anymore.

“I… I need to tell you something,” you said, suddenly feeling braver. You walked up to him, your face flushing. “I… like you. A lot. I’ve liked you for a while now.”

Nanami blinked, his eyes softening as he processed your words. He wasn’t one for overt expressions of emotion, but you could see the slightest shift in his expression.

“You’ve liked me?” he repeated, as though trying to make sure he heard you right.

You nodded, feeling your stomach flutter. “Yeah, I have. And I’m not expecting anything, but I just wanted to tell you. I thought you should know.”

For a moment, there was silence. The weight of your confession hung in the air, and you could feel the panic bubbling up inside you. But just when you started to feel the dread of embarrassment, Nanami gave you a small, genuine smile, one that made your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said softly. “I didn’t know.”

“I know I’m probably not your type or anything—”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” he interrupted, his voice soft but firm, and you froze, eyes wide. “You’re more than enough. I just… didn’t know how to bring it up. But I’m glad you did.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. Was he…? No way. He couldn’t be.

Before you could respond, a loud whistle cut through the air.

“Finally!” Haibara’s voice rang out, and when you turned, you saw him, along with Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru, all watching from a distance. They definitely look like proud parents.

Satoru grinned and gave you a thumbs-up. “Took you long enough!”

Your face flushed a deep shade of pink as you turned back to Nanami, who was looking at you with an amused, yet reassuring, expression.

“I guess we have some support,” you muttered, embarrassed but amused all the same.

He chuckled, the sound warm and soft. “Seems like it.”

“Well, I guess I should go before this gets even more awkward,” you said, taking a step back, only to be stopped when Nanami’s hand gently grabbed your wrist.

“Wait. Let’s go grab some coffee or something. We can talk more,” he said, his smile turning more playful.

You couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

As the two of you walked away, you heard Haibara cheering loudly in the background, followed by Satoru’s teasing voice. “About time, Y/N!”

But you didn’t care. For the first time in a long while, everything felt right.

[shorthaltsjester]

you hit the nail on the head with my issues on their failure to address the groups dynamic with scanlan, bc the show paints it that the group still not caring much for scanlan isn’t even an issue, when all the other characters have had these moments of the group rallying behind them during their struggles, scanlan is just kinda left with “now i finally matter bc i have real family” and that’s kinda it?

and i think the vax and scanlan dynamic suffers greatly from this too bc literally last season ended with vax admitting he didn’t believe in scanlan (“i thought you’d run back there”) while scanlan stayed bc HE believed in VAX (“i don’t believe in that matron stuff but you do and i believe in you”) yet this season just reinforces that with no payoff. vax’s only acknowledgement of scanlan was “you’re rather quiet back me up here” and that’s IT, the group as a whole had a bigger reaction to keyleth and vax kissing than scanlan returning from his coma to help😭

i never expected bard’s lament to go exactly how it did on stream nor did i expect scanlan to fully even blow up at the group but my issue is that even if we’re exclusively looking at the show’s writing w/o c1 knowledge, they focus heavily on the development of scanlan’s devotion, that he starts off selfish and becomes someone who feels a sense of devotion and responsibility to multiple people, despite having this underlying feeling that no one cares for him and he doesn’t matter. and that arc and growth has been really amazing to see, but then why have all that development over 3 seasons if over half the people he’s become devoted to STILL don’t view him in a similar light? hell even him opening up about that a LITTLE bit was just used as an immediate transition to keyleth and vax announcing they’re going for keyleth’s aramente… anyway SORRY FOR RAMBLING IN YOUR INBOX and who knows what’s to come with season 4 but i just think it’s a lil ironic that the character who’s had built up self worth issues over feeling overlooked was just… extremely overlooked in the very arc that was supposed to address it.

oh anon. yeah yeah big agree to everythigg bc said . yeah . please do not apologize for rambling in my inbox it’s so very welcome (the delay in response is because sometimes i forget this thing exists and notifications are not friends of mine so apologies for That).

but no like. truly as my criticisms have grown for tlovm re: the reliance on a pre-existing care for the story being told even if you do not have pre-existing knowledge of the story itself for audience buy-in, scanlan has long been a strong rebuttal to my concerns about what the cost of a required lack of character depth might be in a story like tlovm where character depth is integral to the themes and the plot. because like you mention season 1 and 2 really do the work of setting up scanlan and all his flaws and his dynamic in the group and his inability to be genuine with them and the pain he therefore can’t really unpack With them. and then s3, in emphasizing so much the kaylie and scanlan dynamic, kind of loses sight (or maybe. gains sight — but i’ll get to that in a sec) of scanlan’s motivation for favouring kaylie so strongly over vox machina even in a time of turmoil (e.g., seeking her out rather than sticking with the group before whitestone — while he didn’t know about the attack, he Did know they were in the middle of Very Short Timeline End Of Dragon Fighting Urgency, his comment at the end of the season that kaylie is his Real family). and it also doesn’t use the group’s recognition of the fact that kaylie is this powerful force for scanlan at all since they don’t even know about kaylie until half way through the season and most of them don’t even get lines about the fact that scanlan is in a coma at all so. picking battles ig.

idk man it’s like. yeah i also didn’t expect a 1-for-1 bards lament and i actually agree with the sentiment that a perfectly written vox machina adaptation might not have any bards lament moment at all, but given the two seasons of character writing setting up the very same issues that amounted to bards lament in the campaign, there was a requirement for some release of that tension for a story that i would call well done, and, well. we got a calm and collected scene. for the sake of a happy and satisfying ending. in the vox machina show. yknow. based on a campaign notorious for its happy ending.

time doesn’t exist and i can’t remember if this ask was sent before or after the round table from my personal hell where sam explicitly said that most if not all of the scanlan and kaylie scenes were rewritten After Recording because it wasn’t until then that they’d realized what scanlan’s motivations were . that paired with the tlovm team talking about wanting to avoid cliffhangers at the end of s3 so not having bards lament but then still including a cliff hanger with the whispered one stuff. i will always enjoy tlovm because those are my blorbos made real with animation but. sometimes they are Not my blorbos sometimes they are bad iterations of them. it doesn’t matter that their creators are in the writers room if every messy part of the characters that make them compelling and humanizes them have been reduced until easy to swallow and wrap up with conveniently satisfactory end-of-season beats. i won’t call it objectively bad character writing (but i think it is) but i will say it has been extremely hard to get my non-critter/dnd friends who tend to enjoy stories for the characters in them to enjoy tlovm, since they almost always lose interest in characters they see as fairly flat with occasional bursts of depth that just highlight how flat they appear otherwise, and most of those friends have identified scanlan as a high point of the character writing. which is maybe why i find the choices around his arc deflation the most :/-inducing

[shallowseeker]

Their three-man kitchen huddle is more than a little conspicuous.

“He asks every weekend, though,” Jack is whispering. “It doesn’t seem very nice to keep ignoring him or hiding in the living room.”

“One, it’s the Dean-Cave. Two, no one’s makin’ you ignore him. I mean, didja even friggin like it?”

Jack straightens up, defensive. “I—a little bit.” Dean raises his eyebrows at him, and he feels caught out. “At first.”

Cas clears his throat, and then both turn their attention to him. “I find that the human ingenuity of pyramid schemes wears off after the first stroll around the market.”

Dean nods at Cas and snickers. Then, he turns his attention back to Jack. “See? You can be honest, Kiddo.”

Jack deflates. “I just—maybe Mary will go with him? She’s here.”

Dean and Cas share another significant look.

“Come’mon, kiddo. You spent how many months together?”

Jack flounders. “Bobby, then? Maybe Rowena.”

“Rowena does not like to sweat, nor does she enjoy badly homemade soap and overpriced vegetables.”

Jack huffs. “Someone has to go—”

“Jack!” Sam says, sparkly-eyed and excited as he enters the kitchen. “I’m about to head out to Smith Makers’ Market. Wanna tag along?”

Jack feels panic rise up in his throat. Sam looks so happy about it, but, “I—can’t,” he spits out awkwardly, to which Sam cants his head in confusion.

“Dean promised to take me to-oooo, uh,” he tracks his eyes over to where a commercial for a monster truck rally blares on the tiny kitchen TV, “a monster truck rally.”

Sam’s eyebrows go to his hairline and he makes a disgusted face, but Dean looks overjoyed.

Dean crows. “See? Look at that face. It’s a good thing we didn’t get you a ticket. Lookit that.”

Sam’s eyes track hopefully to Cas next, and Dean hooks an arm around Cas’s neck. “Cas’s idea, actually. He’s driving.”

Sam scowls.

Cas stares. “Yes, Sam. It’s in Salt Lake City, so we have to leave soon to make it in time for the show tomorrow. We can’t go to the Makers’ Market or the afternoon Smoothie Fest, I’m afraid.”

Dean balks at that, and Jack suspects that the lie has probably gotten too complex by this point.

Mary strolls into the kitchen next, and Sam’s eyes light up. “Morning, Mom!“

She freezes but can’t escape the full blast of his puppy eyes.

“I’m about to head out to the Makers’ market,” he prattles on. “Wanna go?”

“The one with the overpriced vegetables?” she squeaks. Her face falls, but she manages to zip up her horrified reaction. “Uh,” she says, sending Dean a mayday signal with her eyes. “Could we…do flea market instead? Hot dogs n’ funnel cakes are more my speed.”

Sam scrunches up his nose. “Really? Those are kinda—I mean—I don’t know any closeby.”

“Maybe Dean will go with you.” Her tone is strangely accusatory, and Dean laughs.

“Dean is taking Jack to Salt Lake City,” he crows, triumphant, and Mary’s eyes seem to beg, ‘Take me with you.’

“Well, we do have one extra ticket,” Cas says fiddling with his phone. “If Sam doesn’t want to come along…”

Dean almost gives the game away with a hushed, “You already bought tickets?!”

But Sam’s ears don’t seem to pick it up.

“I’d love to go!” Mary exclaims, not even knowing what the tickets to Salt Lake City are for.

She looks at Sam, “Unless…you want to go?”

Sam looks like Salt Lake City is about the last place he wants to go. “No, you guys go on ahead,” he sniffs, seeming put out. “That’s uh, no.” He trudges off in the direction of the library.

As soon as he leaves, Jack lets out a gush of air. “Oh, no. Was that mean? It seemed mean.”

“Dude,” Dean whispers, gleeful. “That was awesome.”

“So,” Mary coughs, checking to make sure Sam’s out of earshot. “Where’re we going exactly? It’s a good time for a hunting break, and I’ll go anywhere so long as it’s not the frou-frou farmers’ market.”

Cas punches some stuff on his phone. “If we leave soon, we’ll be there in 12 hours and can do a late hotel checkin. The monster truck rally is tomorrow evening.”

“Monster truck rally?” Mary sounds intrigued.

Dean, on the other hand, buzzes with nervous energy. “Wait, are we really going?”

Cas deadpans. “It’s likely they’ll have hotdogs and funnel cakes in the concessions area.”

Mary pumps a fist. “Sounds great. I’ll have a quick shower and be ready in forty-five. I’ll check one last time if Sam wants to come along.”

Two hours later, all four of them sweep up the bunker steps with duffel bags in tow, deciding to take Cas’s Dodge in case they stop by any stores on the way back. (Mary has been wanting an air fryer.)

Sometime between their huddle and getting ready, Bobby had wandered into the library and gotten cornered by a lonely Sam.

Jack hears Mary lean over to check with Cas, “Oops. I forgot Bobby was stopping by. Were there any seats left near us?”

Cas cringes, punching at his phone. “Unfortunately…no. Not anymore.”

“Too bad,” she whispers, before shooting a cheeky grin Bobby’s way. “We’ll see you later,” she calls. “Probably Monday.”

Bobby looks like a deer in headlights, or maybe a lamb offered up for slaughter.

“Have fun at the farmers’ market,” she adds. “Thanks for going with Sam.”

Then, she ushers them quickly out the door.

The look Bobby gives her is nothing short of murderous, but the one Dean gives her is utterly adoring.

The best part about it all is Cas makes Dean and Mary sit in the back seat. Jack always gets shotgun in the Dodge.

[clevereverest]

Headcanons for Day 9 of Poly Ship Week!

I’m talking about Smalls/Sniper/Hotshot for this one! (I’ll probably reblog my last Newsies Headcanons Collection post just because, maybe even with an update?)

@newsiesficchallenges

Let’s get into my list!!

- Most importantly, I view all three characters as girls. For a long while, I really wanted to write another girls-only ship and a poly ship, so I combined them!

- Heights: Smalls is 5’0” / Sniper is 5’8” / Hotshot is 5’3”

- I usually picture that Smalls and Sniper get together first and then Hotshot joins the relationship last

- Smalls is kinda clumsy, and I say ‘kinda’ in the sense that it’s not a constant thing for her (it probably ramps up more when she’s stressed)

- Sniper is opinionated and won’t hesitate to tell people exactly what she thinks about something

- ^ To go with that, I get the feeling she doesn’t like people who just follow what the crowd says. She thinks people should have and stand by their own opinions, no matter what anyone else says/does.

- Hotshot has a thing with words, specifically with being straightforward, clear, and honest; she doesn’t like when people beat around the bush.

- Whereas Smalls and Sniper tend to be energetic, Hotshot is calm by comparison

- ^ Smalls and Sniper really need and appreciate Hotshot’s calm presence in their lives, and Hotshot likes her girlfriends’ energy, even if it’s tiring to keep up with sometimes

- Canon era stuff: Smalls and Sniper are both in Manhattan and meet when they’re like 11. Sniper realizes she loves Smalls when they’re 15 (before the strike), and then the girls meet Hotshot for the first time at the rally.

- ^ They manage to meet up again, become friends, and then lovers after Hotshot realizes she likes them both as more than friends. It’s complicated at first, and since Hotshot doesn’t want to tell anyone about her relationship (perhaps due to a innate fear of her partners getting targeted/hurt), Sniper and Smalls keep it a secret until Hotshot gives the okay.

- Real names: Smalls is Mallory Torres / Sniper is Diana Parr / Hotshot is Niamh Conlon (yes, she’s Spot’s younger sister by about 2 years)

- Nicknames!

- ^ Mal for Smalls (open to suggestions!)

- ^ Snipes and Ana for Sniper. Annie is strictly off limits and she will punch someone for using it. Only Smalls and Hotshot are allowed its use on very rare occasions, but they don’t usually bother since they know Sniper isn’t fond of it.

- ^ Shot for Hotshot (also open to suggestions!)

- Hotshot isn’t big on physical affection, but accepts it sparingly from her partners and she even initiates simple gestures like leaning into one another

- Hotshot always wears her hair up because it gets in the way otherwise. Smalls’ curly hair does whatever it wants and she loves when Hotshot styles it for her. Sniper’s hair is straight and she rarely does anything special with it.

- Smalls loves painting her nails for any occasion, and Hotshot lets Smalls paint her nails pretty often; it’s calming for Smalls. Sniper doesn’t partake in that, she probably bites her nails.

- As for makeup, Hotshot has a certain look and sticks to it. Sniper wears makeup for parties and special events, and she sometimes gets to do Hotshot’s makeup after proving she knows how. Again, this is calming for Sniper. Smalls isn’t patient enough for makeup and hates how it feels on her face.

- Smalls is warm-bodied while Hotshot and Sniper are cold-bodied

And I’ll call it there!! If you read this far, I hope you liked it! I’m still working on this lovely trio so things are bound to change, but this is a good basis for me.

[sleep-can-wait]

I Tried To Sweep You Off Your Feet (Only To Find That You've Swept Me Off Mine)

-For the Halloween Special/Event-

AO3

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“You know what? I hate dancing.” Aiden had to bite his tongue to stop his disappointment from showing up on his face at Aru’s words.

“Okay . . . ? Well, if you change your mind, that’s where I’ll be,” He said, tapping his camera. “I told Hanuman I’d get some shots for the Council’s newsletter. Mini, wanna come?” He turned his hopeful gaze towards the daughter of death.

“Fine, but I don’t like dancing, or being within coughing distance of people.”

Internally, Aiden let out a huge sigh, he definitely didn’t want to be alone in the middle of a bunch of couples awkwardly sashaying across the floor. “Noted.”

“To the food we go!” Brynne cried out her rallying call, before dragging Aru off to the tables piled high with delicacies, her cape swishing behind her. He swiveled his gaze back to the dance floor and hefted Shadowfax up.

As soon as they reached what he deemed a suitable distance into the room, he started clicking pictures left and right. The Seasons really did go all out for this; with ice sheathing the floor in a crystal case, replacing the grass that usually stood there in the training area; immaculate ice skeletons swayed their hip bones in rhythm to the Macarena off to the side; the Moon spun in the middle of the sky like a disco ball, splatting beams of light here and there making the arena shimmer in its grandeur; the blue masterpiece was gilded with a ring of thick, green vines that also crisscrossed into a dome above the arena, tinting it a shade of lime with blips of pink radiating off the flowers that were embedded in the stems. 

Aiden made sure to snap a dozen photos of his green-blue surroundings before turning to the not-so-natural part of the effect.

On one side he saw Brynne spooning random food items from the banquet table into Aru’s mouth, the latter’s face scrunched up in concentration. He coughed to hide a snort and quickly clicked a picture. On the other side was where the stalls were set up and if an Otherworldly citizen happened to stray too close, they were immediately roped in by the vendors. Fountains that leaped in a foamy dance stood on either side of the swirling portals that were the doorway to the Night Bazaar. And in the center of it all was a banner that said: ENJOY THIS BRIEF RESPITE FROM YOUR CRUSHING MORTALITY.

He also took a few shots of the Otherworld’s citizens swaying together, but it was a pretty unpleasant sight to look at as they awkwardly shuffled across the dance floor, so he kept it to a minimum. Mini sighed next to him, and Aiden startled, being so caught up in the scenery he forgot he wasn’t alone.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, but it’s getting kinda hot.” She said, fanning herself and immediately paling. “Oh no, what if I get dehydrated? This is a serious—”

“It’s no biggie.” He interrupted her from venting about how water loss equals death. “I saw a bowl of punch on one of the tables over there.” Aiden vaguely pointed in the distance. Immediately Mini was off to make sure she stayed alive, leaving him in the swarming crowd.

“Well . . .” He sighed. “I guess I’m on my own. Again.”

.

.

.

Aiden had been wandering through the crowd of strangers and gently rejecting requests to dance when he saw Aru doing the same, looking just as lost as he was. Instantly he was filled with relief and walked up to her.

“Shah?” Her face snapped to his. “I thought you didn’t dance?”

“Yeah, well, you . . .” She looked dazed and he raised his eyebrows in confusion. “You looked like you needed rescuing.” She finally said, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how true that was.

“Fair enough. Want to dance?” He held out his hand. “My mom taught me to waltz, none of that weird side-to-side sway thing.”

“I can’t waltz,” said Aru. 

“I’ll show you.” He held his breath, and along with him, everyone else. It seemed she was too. She placed her palm in his and lightning shot through his veins. He could feel a pounding in his ears and blood rushed to his cheeks and warmed his face, clashing with how cold his feet were. Unintentionally he shuddered and his eyes locked on her hand. She took a deep breath and he braced himself for the answer . . .

And the music changed.

Aiden felt himself emotionally deflate.

“Oh well,” said Aru, shrugging her shoulders.

“Yeah,” he said, feeling lost again, but for an entirely different reason this time, one he couldn’t place his finger on. ‘Oh well indeed.’ He shook himself and smiled. “Another time?” Aru looked shocked, but then her lips turned up.

“I’d like that.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

“So . . . what do you think?” Aru smoothed out the fabric of her Scream costume and lifted the mask of that ghoul dude off of her face. Aiden took a moment to calm his racing heart from when Aru had, moments prior, snuck up on him and yelled ‘BOO!’ in his ear. Yes, he had screamed, and no, the irony was not lost on him.

“I think that I hate you and that at least it’s not as bad as last year’s costume.” That earned him a scowl. Last Halloween, Aru had decided to don Winnie’s outfit from Hocus Pocus, and that had gone as well as you would expect.

“Yeah, well, there is no way in hell I’m going to humiliate myself like that again.”

“Still salty, Buckteeth?”

“Whatever, Mr. I’m-Too-Lazy-To-Dress-Up. What even are you this time? Incognito Clark Kent?”

“Incognito Bruce Wayne.” He corrected. Aru looked unimpressed.

“Brynne still not here?” Aiden checked his phone and shook his head.

“Mini got stung by a bee while our Bee was picking her up, so they’ll probably be in the ER for a while.” She sighed.

“I’m going to grab a slice of cake. You take pictures for that newspaper thing.”

“Newsletter. And get me a piece!” He called after her retreating form before taking in his surroundings to get the best lighting.

This time, Uloopi had offered to set up the arena for this year’s Halloween party, and as such the theme was snakes. The creatures writhed up pillars that scattered across the floor emitting hisses into the air in a strange cacophony. The tiles also depicted the slithering serpents that seemed to move beneath his feet, making Aiden feel as if he were about to topple over any minute. Green glints of light flashed from well-hidden cracks shining on random objects illuminating even more snakes hidden around the entire rink. He shivered in disgust thinking about how there were probably thousands of snakes probably near him right now. At least there was no banner this time with another depreciating message. Aiden wouldn’t know what to feel if there was a large flag with the words: STAY SNAKEY!  on it.

This time, the partygoers mostly consisted of nagas. Not surprising considering their queen was hosting the celebration now. He crossed his fingers that Rudy wouldn’t come because it messed with his vibe or hair or something. The nagas and naginis swirled around each other in a strange dance that made him dizzy just looking at it. 

Aiden fought down another shiver as ice crawled up his spine and gulped in some air before lifting up Shadowfax to take a few pictures . . . and he heard a snake hiss right in his ear. 

He screamed (yes, again) and zipped towards the banquet table, placed where it always was. There, he bumped into Aru, who was just about to bite into a tiramisu before he accidentally ran into her and knocked it out of her hands.

“Hey! I was just about to– woah, Wifey, you good? You look really pale.” Her hands shot out to steady him, resting on his shoulders to calm his shaking.

“So,” he panted. “Many,” he gasped. “Snakes.” He wheezed.

“Hmmm, yeah. They really went all out, huh?” All Aiden could do was nod as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

“Well, not to worry. I’ll be your night in shining armor. Unless you prefer a Prince Charming.” Aru winked. That finally got him to laugh, and help to feel less terrified.

“Thank you, Aru,” said Aiden, looking her straight in the eye. A hint of red coated her cheeks and she snatched her hands away from his shoulders, leaving them cold. Even though she looked flustered, she still managed a smirk.

“No problem, Princess.” Aiden snorted before side-eyeing the crowd and then swiveling his gaze back to her. He jabbed a thumb in their direction.

“Want me to finally teach you how to waltz? I’m not exactly sure what choreography they’re doing, but the tempo of the music is slow enough.”

She hesitated, putting pressure on one foot, then the other, and inhaling deeply.

“Alright, but you owe me a tiramisu.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure you owe me the tiramisu since I’m the one teaching you how to dance, Snob.” Aru scoffed.

“Yeah? Who’s not to say I won’t teach you how to waltz, Troll?!” He looked at her blankly.

“What?”

“Watch me.” She said, menacingly. He laughed and just as she was about to grab his hand and prove him wrong, there was an explosion.

Mini and Brynne ran straight at them, grabbed their arms, and dragged them away.

“I’m sorry!” Brynne yelled over the commotion. “They followed us!” Aiden cursed and turned Shadowfax, which was slung around his shoulder, into a watch, before flicking out his scimitars. 

“If I survive this,” he muttered. “I am so quitting newsletter duty.”

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Aiden bit his lip and glanced at Aru before quickly gazing somewhere, anywhere else. No, he assured himself once again. I don’t love her. I don’t love anyone. 

He tugged the hood on his hoodie down and tried to distract himself. Aiden wished he had never come to the celebration. Kubera had said he had taken the chance to set up this party as a way of apologizing. In reality, he just wanted to show off how money can buy happiness. Or was it all that glitters is gold? The incorrect idiom was lost on him. 

The floor was plated in gold etched with skulls. Skeletons masked in the same metal posed randomly, showing off their femurs and diamond-encrusted sockets. Gold pumpkins scattered the corner floor with emerald and jade leaves entwining out of the fruit. Aquamarine ghosts flitted between ruby pillars, bathing everything in blood. Silver knives danced above them, flashing extremely close to an amethyst werewolf that howled in return. Worse still, sapphire mongooses infested the floor, chittering away at all the guests and snapping at their heels while simultaneously riding spiders with reigns and everything as if it were a horse. Add that to a list of things Aiden never wanted to see again, along with his looming death. 

Golden statues depicting gruesome images of people getting killed studded the hall. Stabbed, poisoned, strangled. Absently, Aiden wondered if one of those scenes would be the way he would go. But the cherry on top was the ginormous sculpture of Kubera himself leaning on his shiny elbows and stomach on top of the buffet table and holding up a flag saying: WELCOME, PEASANTS. At least no snakes this time. He shivered anyway.

All the glitter was making his head spin, There was so much death everywhere.

‘Aiden Acharya . . .’ 

“Stop,” he croaked. “Please stop.”

“Aiden?” He jumped and whirled around to see Kara standing in front of him.

“Oh, it’s . . . hi.” 

“Expecting someone?”

“Mongooses are vicious biters. I do not want to experience that again.” He rubbed the spot on his ankle where the jewel animal had decided to show its displeasure in him a few moments earlier. She laughed.

“Nice outfit by the way.” Aiden looked down at his hoodie, jeans, and sneakers, then back at her again.

“Half of genius is efficiency?” She asked, looking guilty as she repeated his exact words from two years ago. He raised his eyebrows, but that still didn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up in his throat.

“Well said.” He smiled. “You look really nice as well.” It was true. She was wearing a full-sleeved, knee-length dress that sparkled with purple glitter. Its edges were ragged with haphazard cuts and had a cross-section of spiderwebs fit in a blouse thrown on top. She pulled it together with a brown belt, purple and white stockings, and a lopsided witch’s hat. “You make an intimidating witch.” Kara blushed.

“Thanks,” she said, fidgeting with the ends of her skirt, before smirking. “Not too intimidating though, I hope.” She nudged him playfully. Aiden chuckled.

“That won’t be a problem.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Wifey. I’ve been taking notes from Aru.” At the mention of her name, his head once again turned towards her. This time, she had decided pirates were her calling and had worn the outfit of the legendary Jack Sparrow. She had nailed it from the leather vest that covered the puffy white shirt and the ridiculous amount of belts to the brown cut-off trousers and knee-length clunky boots, to the beads strung through her hair, smoky eyeliner, and bandanna which was covered by a large pirate’s hat, which she now tipped as she bowed to Mini, who just so happened to be dressed in the robes a queen.

Realizing he had been staring for a while at her, he snapped his attention back to Kara, who was looking at him curiously.

Before she could ask, however, the music switched from Shiny to Thriller. He made a face.

“Seriously?” But Kara clapped her hands in delight. 

“O-o-o-oh I love this song!” She squealed. “I’m gonna join. Wanna come?” Aiden hid a grimace with a smile.

“Maybe later.” She nodded and scurried off, yelling a quick ‘Bye!’ over her shoulder. And then he was all alone with only dead shit for company. He slumped down on one of the golden chairs and buried his face in his hands. The pit in his stomach grew and he started shivering again. Why was it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? He swallowed and bile crept up his throat as his vision started to tunnel and— something gently nudged him in the hair. He looked up to see Aru in all her pirate glory standing in front of him.

She thrust a cup into his hands. “Drink this, it’ll help with the dizziness.” He swallowed the liquid, which he identified to be the way-too-blue punch being served. He stuck out his tongue.

“You need sugar, it’s probably running low in your body right now.” Said Aru, noting his scowl.

“Yeah, I . . . thank you.” He smiled gratefully at her.

‘The girl you love . . .’ 

He dropped his cup and Aru frowned.

“Are you really okay?”

“Yes, did Mini send you to do this?” He gestured towards the spill before picking it up. She handed him a napkin.

“No, I could see you looked ready to faint a mile away. Besides,” she smirked at him. “I’m your Prince Charming, aren’t I?” Aiden felt his cheeks burn.

“Why are you dressed as a pirate, then?” He countered, fanning his face mockingly. “You aren’t plotting to betray me, are you?

“Nonsense,” she winked. “I never abandon damsels in distress.” 

“That I am.” Said Aiden, finally getting up. Sadly, it was true. Aru got up as well, just as the music slowed. Maybe this would finally be the time he could actually teach her to waltz. Something he owed her for a long, long time. Aiden finally looked her in the eye. “Would you . . .”

‘ . . . Will be the death of you.’ 

And everything crashed down as he staggered back.

“Seriously, are you—?” She reached for him but he looked away and her hands dropped to her sides.

“I’m fine.” He snapped and took a deep breath. “I should— I should go.” He couldn’t make himself look at her, didn’t want to see her hurt expression.

“Okay. I bid thee farewell, then?” He still didn’t meet her eyes or acknowledge her joke as he nodded and walked away.

“See you later, Aru.” 

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Aiden was currently faceplanted on a table, chewing on his lip until it bled and occasionally spitting out a mouthful of tablecloth. Urvashi had made him stay up all night to help her plan and decorate for the Halloween party.

He sighed into the table. His masi had made it a masquerade, because of course. Everything seemed to be made out of crystals and screamed elegance. From the swirling columns of water to the multifaceted ground. In fact, it was set up slightly like a wedding - with a large seating area of two glass chairs each to a table covered in moonlight-spun cloth, and a ginormous dance floor.

Urvashi had also decided that instead of taking place in the Pandava’s training fields like usual, it was going to be created in the Court of the Skies, and every now and then, the make-shift floor (the apsara had insisted it be made so no one would have to wear those “preposterous cloud shoes”) would become see-through to show the world below and he’d get hit with a nauseating fear he was gonna fall. There were no typical Halloween decorations this time, which Aiden was very glad of that, unable to handle death at the moment.

He was half asleep when he felt someone blowing on his bangs. The warm air made him snap his head up in alarm, only to see Aru in front of him raising an eyebrow, before smirking.

“You’re awake early, I thought it’d take at least a hundred years for you to get up.” He glared up at her while also casually slipping his hand into hers.

“Shouldn’t you be off fighting dragons?” She shrugged her shoulders.

“What can I say?” She plopped down on the chair next to him. “Fire is bad for my health.” Aru side-eyed the crowd and then him. “Why are you here and not there.”

“Tired. I still have eighty-four years of rest to go.” She rolled her eyes and fiddled with a loose white thread of his sleeve.

Not wanting to face his aunt’s wrath, he had, for once, dressed up (Aru had been so shocked when she first saw him she’d tripped and fallen down the staircase) and was wearing a slightly oversized poofed-up white shirt with bishop sleeves and a turtleneck tucked into black trousers and a black masquerade mask with silver and gold etchings and dotted with pearls. Aru had decided to wear the same outfit as him except with a contrasting white mask with pale pink and blue markings and diamonds.

There had of course been the option to wear a ballgown as well - which Aiden would have rocked - but he had forgotten there was going to be a Halloween party this year and so there was no time. Aru had done Eenie Meenie Minie Mo and her finger had landed on the shirt so that was that.

Aiden was about to drop his head back into his arms when Me and the Devil started playing, and he couldn’t resist. It was so long overdue.

“Waltz with me?” She choked.

“You’re forgetting something.” He scrunched up his forehead in confusion because he could not, for the life of him, figure out what. Bribe her? Confess all his sins? (He didn’t do anything illegal, at least not yet) Recite the entirety of The Lord of the Rings? (Which, FYI, he could do perfectly) 

Oh. Aiden grinned and brought her hand to his mouth and pressed his lips to her knuckles - sending thrills of nervous energy through his entire body - before gazing up at her. “How about now?” Aru’s eyes widened.

“That’s not— I didn’t mean— Okay.” She looked away, blushing furiously.

“Was that not what you meant?” He asked, puzzled.

“No.” She glared at the floor, still not letting go of his hand. “Just don’t ever do that again.” It was Aiden’s turn to smirk now.

“No way. I’ll kiss your hand when you wake up, when you eat, when you fight monsters, when you study, when you—”

“I will stomp on your feet.” She threatened. His grin only widened when he saw how flushed she had become.

“Then you’ll just have to carry me home. Bridal-style. I refuse to go firefighter position.”

“Whatever, Princess,” mumbled Aru, before tugging a laughing Aiden behind her to at least completely sweep him off his feet.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

The thing Aiden had forgotten was that Aru still didn’t know how to waltz, which he later finds out when they’re dancing, so an impromptu dance practice enfolds with Aiden completely leading the way, which Aru counters by dipping him at the end, which Aiden counters by kissing her, which Aru counters by almost dropping him. And then bop their heads to YMCA. The End :D 

[chiconisroc]

Silas and Philip Questions and Responses Part 2

has Silas gone to the boiling isles?

Answer: He has not : o

2. If Philas did happened in the Owl house lore would it be more popular than Lumity due to the fact it 2 guys instead of girls?

More questions and responses:

Answer: I am not sure, to be honest o.o. I for sure would have loved them for different reasons cause both would be unique and interesting.

3. What would Philip think about people eating horses in certain countries?

Answer: Philip would be horrified, hahaha

4. Do you think Mr. Loverman by Rick Montgomery would fit Philas?

Answer: It would totally fit more for Silas : )

5. What would be Philip and Silas' least favorite food?

Answer: For Philip, he would hate wet bread. Silas would be chicken cause he loved a chicken growing up so much but his dad killed it and without telling Silas, he ate it :'c. And when Silas found out he was eating his pet chicken, well, he got traumatized

6. If Philas was did happened in the original Owl House what things they have to change to keep it somewhat kid-friendly?

Answer: They probably would have, which honestly they shouldn't have since it seems like majority of the peeps who loved owl house were more in the older teenage range and such viewers would benefit to see such complexity and tragic relationship issues

7. what do you think Caleb and Philip where like?

Answer: I think Caleb was a dreamer, hard working, and kind but at the same time kind of naive. Philip was also a dreamer, curious, thirsty for knowlege, but also very scared and stubborn

8. I get the feeling if Philip x Silas would happened in the series conservatives will get more angry at the series because it will kinda paints religion in a bad light weather or not it implied or stated. I can see articles calling owl house anti religious.

Answer: Yeah, you probably right, but at the same time if the show did go with Philip x Silas, then the show should definitely do its best not to paint religion as all bad. Cause not everything relating to religion is terrible. Like, I try to keep a balance in my story, by someone like Father Francis and Sister Margaret be strong believers of their religion and are doing their best to help those in need : )

9. How muscular is Silas compared to Philip?

Answer: Silas is a bit slightly muscular than Philip, but Philip does have lean muscle

10. Is Philip a twink?

Answer: In my story, he isn't a twink : o

11. GRR PHILAS BRAINROT. i just wanted to express that these little creatures won’t get out of my brain and they’re eating away, i need to know more about the silly little otherwise i’ll EXPLODE. they genuinely make me so happy i cannot stress it enough.

Answer: Awww :' ), i am sooo glad you like them, like for reals. I love them too v.v. If i could draw well, i would draw them so much, especially in additional scenes that i didn't end up writing up with them :' c

12. How do you think Silas can be incorporated in the Owl house lore like being foreshadowed in a painting or something else?

Answer: I think a good painting would be Silas trowing Philip into the river, hahaha. another would be how Philip is on sitting between Silas's legs, and another would be the way Silas is looking way from Philip while at the same time forcing Philip's hand off of him. Honestly, silas's flashbacks with philip on them would be a good series of paintings in Philip's mind

13. What would Caleb think of Silas?

If it was Caleb before the boiling isles, he would think Silas is just good friends with Philip and would be so happy Philip has a friend finally.

14. Silas will have to earn forgiveness. If he hadn't taken The Titan's Blood, Phillip would have been able to get the kids back to the Boiling Isles long ago.

It looks like the appearance of Silas will rally the children and Belos against him.

Answer: I mean, if Silas wasn't the one to take the Titan's blood, someone would have grabbed it afterwards : o. Wooden floors need to be replaced and someone else would have found Philip's box. Philip didn't really think about that when he went looking for the box in that one scene.

15. Did Pastor Jonathan knew about the relationship between Philip and Silas?

Answer: Oh, you will see in a Philip flashback : )

16. I think Philip needs to learn this: https://www.tumblr.com/positivelypositive/723839295747719168?source=share

Though, if he did, I guess the story would be over.

Answer: Well, Philip definitely has to make tons of amends before he can just move on and forgive himself : o

17 what’s Philip and Silas’s love language?

Answer: Silas' love language would be, to give and receive: physical touch, and quality time. For Philip, it would be him doing acts of service for the person he loves, and loves receiving physical touch and quality time.

18. I feel like religious group would hate the show even more of Philip X Silas were canon since it kinda portrays it in a bad light,

Answer: Maybe, but it would have been still good to show since many people have gone through such similar scenarios and still do :'c...

19. One song that I think it would fit Philas, mostly Silas' point of view after he stopped hanging out w Philip, is "Ainda gosto dela" (Still like her) (I'd suggest you to look for the lyrics translated if u wanna know abt the music, as it's in brazilian portuguese :3

Answer: this is a sad song :' c, even though it was Silas who for sure pushed Philip away, cries

[star2sworld]

5/22/24 things are I don’t know

I haven’t been on here in awhile so there is a lot to say. First, I scrolled a little down my page and god I saw the post I made about HIM last year and god I am so glad that situation is over with. It was actually so so bad. After we stopped talking things got really great for me you know. Practicing self love helped me love me for me. Not so much anymore though. Don’t know when I stopped but I did . It sucks because I feel like I worked really hard to get to where I was just to have it messed up by some boy. I mean I didn’t like him but it takes me really long to get over anything and just not being chosen hurt me I guess. I say I don’t care then think about it everyday . I mean I’ll eventually really stop caring. I wish I could stop caring now. On top of that I just finished reading perks of being a wallflower and I saw myself so much in Charlie. I ended up sobbing reading the last few pages. It was just sad. And on top of that Deeya makes me feel like she doesn’t want to talk to me. I’ve also realized that she’s kind of really negative and only focused on the bad parts so I decided to stop talking to her from today. I think she will be fine be she she adopted a dog today. The dog will save her.

I feel like I’m lying to myself when I say things are getting bad again because I’m not sure if they really are. I mean I’m doing good in school, I’ve been driving, and living I guess. I do feel off tho. My energy isn’t there and I haven’t been doing much for the past few weeks. I kinda don’t want to get better. And i especially hate taking to my therapist. I’m sorry I’m kind of writing like Charlie but I just feel like it

I decided collectively to delete all of my social media as well as ghosting deeya. I’m pretty sure I’m going there next week. Not to her house but to Ohio. If it comes up i will text her I guess. Also I kinda feel like relapsing… I just got the chills

Maybe I’m just to into my head and I’ll feel better in the morning and maybe I won’t. I’m going to try my hardest to do some self care tomorrow. I think that is the biggest cause for how I feel. I wish I never talked to that boy. He really messed me up and I barely spoke to him! Idk, just messed up my flow. Ik im focusing on the negatives right now but I just want to let it all out

Im also listening to sad songs so its adding onto the sadness yk? I also hate my body but I try to just avoid staring at my self for too long. I’ve been feeling un pretty too. I don’t feel like saying ugly. It’s pretty Kate and I have school in the morning.

I have to make up my English keystones which is embarrassing to even say LOL. But I do because I didn’t take it on the keystone days so I’m just going to take it on the makeup day which is tomorrow. I’m listening to Alex G right now

I do journal on here from time to time. Well not here on my journals app. But I want to start saying it on here because I feel like I am talking to someone and I’m being heard even tho no one will see this. My account is public so it’s still a possibility

I think the book just made me realize how lonely I feel. Just like Charlie. Having no friends does suck. And I’m going to be alone next year. When I graduate and that’s just really sad for me. I always sit alone during pep rally’s and I already hate that so much. I also have social anxiety so I know graduation is going to absolutely suck. Unless I start loving myself and start living freely. Then I won’t care if I get judged. I thought I was at the point but at the end of the day I still care about getting judged

Im getting tired I think I will sleep soon. Also, I’m going to really try to keep this no social media thing going for as long as humanly possible. I want to be done with social media especially tiktok as a whole. I have brain rot from being online so much.

One last thing. My friends birthday is coming up this Friday. I need to make her a bracelet so that’s all I’ll be doing tomorrow. I’ve gotten really close with her and I love being friends with her. Sometimes I’m scared it will get too awkward and then realize I’m not her cup of tea. I feel like I’ve always struggled with friendships tbh. I just came fake it and be bubbly so I’ll just be quiet and go mute basically. I feel like I’ve never reached that level of friendship. It might be good in the beginning but it never last yk?

Well she invited me to her birthday party. It’s next week and I’m nervous to go because her friend group will be there and I don’t know any of them. Only know of them. I’m not sure they’re okay with me even coming. I don’t want to like disturb them or interfere with their friendship and make the party awkward. I’d rather just stay home if that was the case. But, I decided to go for my friend bc I have it out her before me in this case. She invited me so I’ll show up for her. I hope it goes good. Who knows maybe they will be my future best friends. I just hope it goes good. I’m going to be manifesting it.

I’m going to visualize a good day tomorrow and then visualize me connecting to her friends really well and having a good time.

So yeah, that’s all I can think of and have the energy to write. My hands are hurting so. I’m going to be writing on here a lot with the date in front. Tomorrow I will decide when I want to go back to social media or if I want to go back at all. I just want TikTok for the pictures cuz that’s where I take my selfies lol.

Anyways! I have to be up early because I have to shower and get ready for school. Wish me luck on the keystone. I’ll try to write in the morning if I can. I’m sad I will miss class because I want to see my friend ( the girl who’s birthday party I’m going to.

Okay goodnight

going ghost on the world once again

Oh also 2 weeks until school is over yay

[atom1o6]

part 4? i think? i kinda lost count

Hamilton won’t abandon ship, Yo, let’s steal their cannons— MULLIGAN Shh-boom! COMPANY Boom! WASHINGTON Goes the cannon, watch the blood and the shit spray and… COMPANY Boom! WASHINGTON Goes the cannon, we’re abandonin’ Kips Bay and… COMPANY Boom! WASHINGTON There’s another ship and… COMPANY Boom! WASHINGTON We just lost the southern tip and… COMPANY Boom! WASHINGTON We gotta run to Harlem quick, we can’t afford another slip. Guns and horses giddyup, I decide to divvy up my forces, they’re skittish as the British cut the city up. This close to giving up, facing mad scrutiny, I scream in the face of this mass mutiny: are these the men with which I am to defend America? We ride at midnight, Manhattan in the distance. I cannot be everywhere at once, people. I’m in dire need of assistance… BURR Your excellency, sir! 29 WASHINGTON Who are you? BURR Aaron Burr, Sir? Permission to state my case? WASHINGTON As you were. BURR Sir, I was a captain under General Montgomery until he caught a bullet in the neck in Quebec, and well, in summary I think that I could be of some assistance. I admire how you keep firing on the British from a distance. WASHINGTON Huh. BURR I have some questions, a couple of suggestions on how to fight instead of fleeing west. WASHINGTON Yes? BURR Well— HAMILTON Your excellency, you wanted to see me? WASHINGTON Hamilton, come in, have you met Burr? HAMILTON Yes, sir. HAMILTON AND BURR We keep meeting. 30 BURR As I was saying, sir, I look forward to seeing your strategy play out. WASHINGTON Burr? BURR Sir? WASHINGTON Close the door on your way out. HAMILTON Have I done something wrong, sir? WASHINGTON On the contrary. I called you here because our odds are beyond scary. Your reputation precedes you, but I have to laugh. HAMILTON Sir? WASHINGTON Hamilton, how come no one can get you on their staff? HAMILTON Sir! WASHINGTON Don’t get me wrong, you’re a young man, of great renown. I know you stole British cannons when we were still downtown. Nathaniel Green and Henry Knox wanted to hire you… HAMILTON To be their Secretary? I don’t think so. WASHINGTON Why’re you upset? HAMILTON I’m not— 31 WASHINGTON It’s alright, you want to fight, you’ve got a hunger. I was just like you when I was younger. Head full of fantasies of dyin’ like a martyr? HAMILTON Yes. WASHINGTON Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder. HAMILTON Why are you telling me this? WASHINGTON I’m being honest. I’m working with a third of what our Congress has promised. We are a powder keg about to explode, I need someone like you to lighten the load. So? COMPANY (EXCEPT HAMILTON) I am not throwin’ away my shot! I am not throwin’ away my shot! Ayo, I’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry! HAMILTON I am not throwing away my shot! WASHINGTON Son, WASHINGON AND COMPANY We are outgunned, outmanned! HAMILTON You need all the help you can get. I have some friends. Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette, okay, what else? WASHINGTON AND COMPANY Outnumbered, outplanned! 32 HAMILTON We’ll need some spies on the inside, Some King’s men who might let some things slide. HAMILTON I’ll write to Congress and tell ‘em we need supplies, you rally the guys, master the element of surprise. I’ll rise above my station, organize your information, ‘til we rise to the occasion of our new nation. Sir! ENSEMBLE Here comes the General! HAMILTON Rise up! HAMILTON Rise up! ENSEMBLE Here comes the General! HAMILTON Rise up! COMPANY Boom! Chicka-boom! ENSEMBLE Here comes the General! SCHUYLER SISTERS Rise up! SCHUYLER SISTERS AND WOMEN Rise up! ELIZA/ANGELICA/PEGGY Whoa, whoa, whoa… Whoa, whoa, whoa… ELIZA/ANGELICA/PEGGY AND WOMEN Whoa, whoa, whoa… LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/ MULLIGAN What? LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/ MULLIGAN What? LAURENS/LAFAYETTE/ MULLIGAN What? FULL COMPANY Here comes the General! HAMILTON What? WASHINGTON And his right hand man! FULL COMPANY Boom!

my work here is done. enjoy!!!

Ronda of applause for you :)

Good job I thoroughly enjoyed this :3

[no-vamos]

Before I start homework I need to do a quick CB update

well quick ish this might take a while

so in the last three days

we have not talked in school at all, except for last night which doesn’t really count bc we chatted during intermission of the homecoming concert

however

we’ve had multiple long conversations via text message

which is interesting

so he asked me out to homecoming things(?) wednesday night and it was a super brief conversation and since then I’ve changed some of our plans from me being there all day to me just being there in the afternoon bc i’m busy

but we’re still going to the soccer game? together? kinda? idk it’s complicated but it’s not complicated

on thursday i genuinely thought he was annoyed with me

like we didn’t talk at all in school and we barely made eye contact and i couldn’t tell if the vibes were weird now or not so i later that evening is was like hey are you annoyed at me

and he was like no

and then we texted for like 2 hours

now we get to friday afternoon

and i was kinda ignored all school day again

although it’s not like i’m exactly seeking him out either but also he could talk to me

idk

it was also pep rally day

so i could observe him from afar (him playing dodgeball me up on the bleachers)

or on the bleachers bc he was in kinda in the sight line of me

there’s also this whole kinda icky feeling where i hate feeling like i’m the only person ever prompting questions bc i’m like is he even interested in me what’s happening

but when i got home we kinda chatted about how our voices hurt and we literally had a concert that evening but it was fine

it was really brief

and then during the intermission of the concert he was like see i told you it was bad

and i was like it wasn’t that bad all things considered

and i feel a bit bad bc my brother eventually came over and i started talking to him instead and cb kinda wandered off but i needed to like reiterate my point so i said my piece in front of his friends of whom i’m kinda friends with and then i left

and then immediately when i got home from the concert i texted him again to be like

it really was good i enjoyed it

also take this in a good way

you are so pretty it’s actually unfair (bc he is, i had an ass view of the concert but during this one song i could see him and just… he’s very handsome ok… very pretty… he has very nice hair… and you know the whole thing about concert uniforms making guys look good like he looked nice)

and he goes

thanks, i guess

and then i got really mad and annoyed bc wtf what does that mean

and then i texted my bsf and was like girlie i’m literally going to out right ask him if he likes me or not bc i’m so confused like what does that mean

and she was like no don’t do that it’s too early

and i was like ok bc i trust her and if she says no i won’t

and she was like he probably doesn’t even know

and i was like (internally) then wtf is going on

bc he said he would’ve asked me to the hoco dance if i was going to be there so does that mean he likes me

or are we just friends

like should i really invest my time and emotions into him if it’s all gonna bite me in the ass

so i “ignore” him for like 40 minutes before asking him if he would send me a photo of one of his cats

bc i wanted a photo of one of his cats

and istg like i understand but i was really annoyed and it’s probably bad how easily i switch up

but he took 40 minutes to respond to that message

and like i was genuinely about to fall asleep when my phone pinged

and i ya know told him that and he was like ok i’ll stop bothering you and i was like wait wait hold up

you’re not bothering me that’s not what that meant

bc if i make him feel like he’s bothering me then nothing will ever happen

apparently he just didn’t hear the notification go off which like fine i understand that

so i then was like if you’re willing to indulge me how was your day

and he was like it was fine, i’m glad the week’s over

and i said onto the next one

like referring to the next week

and two minutes later he’s like i thought you meant the next question and i’ve been waiting for your next message

and istg idk why that made me giddy like

i wonder if he meant that in a ugh let’s just get her questions over with way or in a i want to talk to her way

bc i’m like

oh do you want another question

and he was like if you have one

so back to that whole like are you saying that in an exasperated let’s just get the questions over with or in a let’s keep talking way

anyways i’m very smart bc i had been wanting to ask him this for a while

so i was like what’s something you often think about

and he was like i usually think about what i’m going to do next, what to build/buy in video games or build with legos and the designs for it

and i’m like ahh that’s interesting very productive of you

and then unprompted may i add he goes do you want to see my latest lego build?

and honestly i was so excited bc like

yes i want to see what you’re passionate about and i’m really happy you asked me unprompted bc ✨engagement✨

and the photos he sent me are so like

they’re honestly incredible like the detail in it is insane

it’s a lot of small pieces and it looked so cool

i’m starting to kinda understand how he communicates, or like his preferred way of communicating bc he says a much as he can in as little words as possible

so i’m trying not to take things personally bc i on the other hand say a lot

whereas he’s giving me like single sentence sometimes even single word responses

our chat from my side is drastically more blue than it is gray

i also hate getting the last word in

it makes me feel clingy

so if there’s too much of a pause in ask another question

and he wants to be an architect so i’m like what’s your favorite era of architecture

and he said 1800s stone farmhouses

his explanation was they’re simple and look amazing

and he makes a comment about how he probably has bias from his dad and grandpa

and then i ask about when he usually sleeps on the weekend

and he said whenever he’s too tired to be productive so anywhere from 9 to 3 and i’m like wow ok

i’m usually asleep anywhere from 10-12 regularly

usually 11 is my bedtime

and then i was like (ok i’m sick and tired of asking questions) hmmmm your turn

got any questions

and this is kinda funny bc idk if he’s getting more comfortable or if he’s mimicking my speech/text pattern

but he goes hmmmm as a singular message

and asks what my favorite movie/show/video game franchise is and i’m like goodness that’s a lot

bc that’s a big question

and so we’re back again to big blocks of text bc i need to in-depth explain myself

so i give him a rundown of what movies/shows/video games i enjoy

and then we get onto the topic of gaming

bc i mentioned how i really like playing open world rpgs

and he was like open world games are great

and then we get to talking about gaming set ups

and my unachievable dream of having a good gaming setup but like i don’t game enough for it to be worth it and there’s also not enough room in my room

and then idk how to phrase this bc it wasn’t mansplaining but he tried to explain that a decent computer can be built for around $500 and how he did his in like an hour

and by this point it’s 11 o’clock at might i’m like high key the later it gets the more talkative i get so i apologize

and he’s like it’s fine i don’t have anything to do until noon tomorrow

and i’m like i should probably be going to sleep bc i have to be up at 6:30 but you’re more interesting than sleep

to which he doesn’t respond and i’m like ok then ig

unfortunately i’m not good at making people wait so if i there’s been like a 3 minute lull in conversation i ask another question

so i’m like i’ve decided to pester you more so what’re you currently doing

eventually this moves on to me explaining why i sometimes don’t like communicating via text message and end the thought by saying “i rely so much on physical cues to understand conversation that without them i feel a bit like i’m talking to a void”

and he goes glad to know you think i’m a void

and i’m like that’s not what i meantttt

and he’s like i know

and i go well maybe you are a void idk

if you’re a void what does that make me

and he goes

idk whatever fills voids

and i like paused and was like

… that could come off as something completely else

and he goes i realized that after i hit send

and i was like well it was entertaining

and then there’s a lull in conversation again so i make a comment about how i keep getting videos about cats and now i want a cat

and i said this particularly bc it’s not a question but it can be a conversation starter especially bc he likes cats and has cats

so he goes

cats are great

the only downside is their presents

and i go they give you gifts of their love

and he says that’s not what i would classify headless rabbits as

and i’m like oh- it’s a gift of their love

a sign of their ability to provide

and he goes and yet they scratch the door if they hear us and don’t have food

and i say they want your love

your cats are defending your house

and giving gifts

of bunny death

and he says the rabbits do destroy our garden

so i guess it’s helpful

and i’m like ooo garden

what do you grow

bc i’m like pulling strings at this point, it’s 11:30 and i should be asleep but i want to talk to him

and then we start talking about potatoes

and he’s like we have like 20 5 gallon buckets full in our basement

and i’m like oh goodness that’s almost too many potatoes

and he goes they’ll be gone in january don’t worry

and i was like, internally, what how do i respond to that i’m not worried

but then i ask him what he does with them and he goes eat them

and i’m like oh yum bc i felt like saying well duh could potentially be mean

and then he mentions his dad’s family so i ask if he has a favorite relative

he says yea i would say so

and then says nothing else so i’m like whom

so he responds by saying his grandpa on his dad’s side and i’m like oh are you similar and he’s like yea i really respect him

and then he asks me a question for the like second time last night and is like do you have a favorite relative

so i kinda explain that i don’t really

my dads parents are closer to my brother and my moms parents have 11 other grandchildren besides me

so i then explain that if i had to choose it’d be a tie between my dads parents bc i share a lot of personality with them

very loud and expressive yet sad and blue

and he goes that’s a very good description of you

and i’m like ok?? thanks i guess? but i don’t say that

instead i say Very Yoder

and he goes you’re not wrong

and i’m like i don’t think i’ve ever met a quiet yoder

we’re all quite obnoxious

and he goes i would argue but it’s true

so i’m like HA love the honesty

and i give the example of me and this other kid at school arguing about how we don’t want to be related despite both being very gung-ho about being yoder

and he had witnessed the initial argument so i brought up how the next day the kid and i had an argument over who had the most yoder memorabilia

and he’s like wtf is yoder memorabilia

and so i explain how apparently this kid has a bunch of cups that say yoder and my family has a whole ass heirloom limestone rock that says yoder on it

and then i do my whole birthright complaining bc it technically belongs to my brother but i want it to be mine but it can’t be mine bc the expectation is that i’ll get married and then no longer be a yoder

and he goes just get married before your brother and don’t change your name

and i think i have issues bc this entire time i was thinking dear god i want to marry you like i’d proudly take your last name but i didn’t say that bc i don’t even know if he actually likes me rn

and so i complain a bit more about the rock and he’s like I’m sure you can write yoder on another rock if it’s that important

and i’m like but it’s the yoder stone and he’s like then make a fake and take the real one

and then i complain a bit more and he’s like maybe your brother won’t care

and i can kinda tell he’s getting tired of me so i swing the conversation back over to him and are like

what if you had an heirloom rock and it was your youngest sister’s what would you do

and he was like probably just take the rock sometime

and i’m like in the middle of the night

and he’s like what’s she going to do to me? tell my mom?

and then there’s another lull and i’m like you know what’s really interesting to me

how there’s more guys auditioning for chambers than girls

and he’s like i guess it really is a mennonite school

and i’m like not the stereotypes

and he’s like are the stereotypes wrong?

and i’m like …not exactly

and he’s like i think our choir director will just have to cut some of the guys but none of the girls

which doesn’t help me at all

and i’m like don’t think about it too hard you always have next year, in which you’ll have to fight off the class beneath you but still

and he’s like half the reason i’m trying out is because of the people in your class

and i’m like valid evaluation

and then i change the topic again bc i have issues and i’m like i wish i was my dog

and he’s like i feel that way about our cats sometimes

and then i’m like life would be so easy, i wouldn’t have to worry about the shit ton of school work i’m gonna miss next week or the play

and he’s like what classes do you have?

so i go into explaining how even tho i only have two classes that are gonna cause me mass amounts of makeup work, i really don’t want to miss my other two classes bc i like the in class work time

and he’s like at least you only have 5 classes

if i missed one day i’d be behind for weeks

and i’m like that like actually scares me

i’m very thankful for my study hall

and he’s like yea if i don’t get into chambers i’ll just have a study hall

which is probably for the better

and then i was like oh right you have ap world then

it’s not particularly difficult but the hw can be time consuming

and he’s like and spanish 3, which knowing me i’ll do honors in

and i’m like oh i forgot about that

and then that reminds me of this paper i have to write by march in spanish

and he’s like i love the spanish teacher but spanish isn’t my favorite

and i’m like understandable

i like anything with patterns

so language is usually digestible for me

and he’s like any language except english

and i’m like english is a fucked language and i’m so thankful it’s my first one bc if i had to learn english as a second language i would just not

and then he brings up this kid in his class whom we both don’t like very much

and then i’m like i’m gonna subtly flex bc for a period of time i was trilingual ish

and he’s like i used to know german but now i know how to say like 3 completely useless sentences

and apparently he also knows all the curse words from the english-german dictionary

and i make a comment about saying shit in german

and he’s like i learned shit in german from “jesus takes the escalator”

such a great video

and i’m like oh my sounds riveting

and then i’m like god i love peanut butter but i hate nuts and now i’m super hungry

and he’s like where did this train of thought come from? and for some reason him asking that made me giddy again

so we temporarily talk about peanut butter

and then it’s 12:30 and i’m like before i clock out what’re you doing rn

bc i’m curious of course

and he goes I’m waiting for the conversation to end so i can fall asleep

and i’m like oh- well it’s nearing its end

and then i don’t say anything else bc i’m ticked off again bc is he mad at me? like what does that mean

and so i don’t say anything for like two minutes and he goes alright, i��m going to sleep now

and then i didn’t respond

bc i was mad

and frustrated

and now i didn’t get the last word in so i don’t feel awkward

great problem solved

now i’m seeing him again in like 3 hours

we’re watching a soccer game together

i think

idk the specifics are a little iffy

but that’s ok

we’ll figure it out

[tequatls-favorite-spoon]

ok. i have been Thinking about onyx’s relationships. and i’m pretty decided now that she’s gonna be poly, mostly bc she works so well with so many characters, and also they all look so cute together <3 but now i’m trying to figure the like. timeline of things??? and hoo boy

i’ll make the full timeline in a separate post, but i’ll sum up stuff real quick here. onyx was in love with trahearne, tragically that didn’t work out cuz he died rip. she’s real sad for a while, so she ignores the beginnings of some feelings for braham and caithe. after kralk, she and canach have a brief and casual fling, and then onyx ends up falling for jayrim while hanging out in elona. they eventually have to split up, especially with onyx having to leave elona and jayrim wanting/having to stay. during ibs, onyx’s old crush on braham pretty much punches her in the face. when he becomes primordus’ champ, onyx is SUPER worried about him. when she finds him alive after the fight, she gets rly emotional, like telling him how much she cares about him and stuff. she knows her feelings are more than a lil crush now, but refrains from making a move bc braham needs some time to recover (both physically and emotionally). in eod, caith and onyx have some real cute moments as aurene’s moms, i think jayrim pops up again with the corsairs here, and i really like the idea of onyx asking out braham after the engagement party. the big issue now though, is that i feel like caithe and onyx should have started dating after onyx and jayrim dated, but before onyx has her big Feelings Epiphany with braham at the end of ibs. that basically just leaves me with ibs as the timeframe, which is rough bc i don’t think caithe shows up during ibs at all?

ok. so. i’ve thought of two options rn. one: onyx meets up with caithe after leaving elona, and that’s when they start dating. two: they spend time together in the eye of the north and end up dating

this got. really long lol. so my rambling is below the cut! ur welcome lol. also if u just wanna see what i ended up going with, i put a silly lil diagram at the bottom o7

option one works, but i feel like onyx would have left elona bc of the start of ibs? like she leaves because she has to go to the charr rally thing. i guess maybe she could’ve still had time to swing by the grove and hang out with caithe? but idk. i could just make up some other reason that onyx had to leave, like maybe her family or something? ok, that has some promise!

option two feels a bit more possible to me, but i’m also not super sure how much caithe was at eotn during ibs. also, there was a lot of war stuff happening so idk if they would’ve had time for dating?

ok i’m kinda leaning towards option one now… like, onyx gets contacted by her family that they need her to come back for like a wedding, or to celebrate an achievement of one of her siblings? one’s trying to be a minister, one’s in the seraph, and another one is a priest, so any one of them could have done something cool enough to warrant onyx going back to see them. (also i promise i didn’t forget jasper, around this point in time he’d too busy partying to do anything worth onyx coming home for lol) so with onyx going back, she says that while it’ll be a long time, she’ll come back to elona afterwards! or, if jayrim wanted to… she could come with? and jayrim tells her that this has been great, and she loves onyx and all, but she can’t stop being a corsair. and onyx can’t stop being the commander. either way, this isn’t gonna work out forever, so… maybe it’s best if they end it now. and so they agree to break up but they’re both sad about it :(

so then maybe onyx and caithe starts as a kind of rebound thing? like they run into each other, and start hanging out. and hm! she’s feeling some things! onyx thinks back to their talks together as they took care of bb aurene, and now that she thinks about it, she might have had some feelings for caithe at the time? and these current weird feelings feel a lot like those?? wait has she been kinda in love with caithe this whole time??? and then they start dating :3c

also, i think onyx and caithe would talk about braham during or after ibs? bc like, i want onyx to be kinda freaking out over her feelings for braham, but i don’t want her to be kind of cheating on caithe :/ so maybe they have a convo early on about like, possibly being a poly/open relationship? i could see onyx thinking about this since she just had that whole thing with jayrim, so maybe at the time she’d be kinda hoping to get back together someday? either way, i feel like caithe would be pretty open to it, cuz i’m sure sylvari aren’t that monogamous. i feel like caithe would just want onyx to run it by her before she adds somebody yknow? and she’d run it by onyx if she liked anyone! tho i don’t think she would? i think caithe wouldn’t really be looking for another partner. like, i think caithe would like a monogamous relationship, but she’s also ok with a poly one, especially if they keep up good communication and that onyx doesn’t like, forget about her or something. yeah. i think that the idea they’d have for their relationship at first is that caith would be dating onyx, who would also be dating braham, and then also jayrim. but then caithe and jayrim would start dating eventually too :)

OH ALSO!!! i could always add yao…. bc im Love Them. and i could see them dating onyx and braham… oohhhhhhh that’s so cuteeeee….. lol and then the polycule is two triangles, which is kinda fun!

ok tldr ig. the polycule is eventually gonna be this: caithe is dating jayrim and onyx, who are dating too, and onyx is also dating braham and yao, who also are dating too :3c here is a diagram

[jestersking]

Owen: “Hi, Martyn. It’s been a good while, huh? Spring just started. We built ourselves a little house. We even left a room for you, I think you would have liked it. It’s been... Hard without you. You were such a reliable part for all of us, that it’s kinda hard to actully... Live without you. And managing the rats became so much more difficult! It’s like your chaotic attitude helped them being calm, huh.  Besides, I would really love to hear your advices on some things... Well, it doesn’t matter where you are - we always have a room for you. Or your spirit. I prefer not to think about it. We miss you.” Apo: “Hey, Martyn. Since you left I became a main tailor in the house. It’s kinda funny ‘cause the only thing that I really can’t do is hats. But I’m trying. Sometimes I work in your room. It just feels like you are right here, right beside me and you watch me. I hope you don’t mind me here.” Scott: “Hello, Martyn. I’m sorry.” Bek: “HOYYYYY MARTYYN!!!  You WILL NOT BELIVE THAT!! Me and El are !!OFFICIALLY!! married!! Yep! I did it! Acho was our priest! I hope you are proud of me!  Sometimes when she says something incredibly cheesy I look around hoping that I’ll hear you scuff or laugh. But you are not here. And it’s fine! Truly, it’s okay! I will take care of your room! And your Ratsune Miku wig too!  i miss you” Will: “Hello-hello, Mraty.  How aeu you? Wee doing jusut fine. I hope yu dotoo.  Acho is techin me, how to wiret poems! Its rally fun and i love it. it’s knd hadr to hold a pen but im dong ny best! I wuld luve y to jion us.  Can i aks yo someing? Do you like daises r rsses more? I wnt to decoaret ur door.  With lvoe, Will.” Jimmy: Tubbo: “AT MARTYN. MARTYN RARF. MRATUN. EVERYOEN IS SO DSADD THAT UR GONE BUT URE NOT GONE RIGHN??? UR IN OUR WALLS I KNOW IT!! U WIIUDLNT LEAVE US RIGHT?? RIGHT?? Martyn? You’re here, right?” El: “Martyn. It’s been so long and I’m still not used to the thought of you not being here. That I can’t knock on your door and you won’t be here meeting me with that cocky smile of yours. I know, I should stop hoping. But sometimes I still do. I’m dreaming of your voice. Bek misses you a lot, you know? Sometimes I can hear her crying while she’s cleaning your room. I can’t help her, I would cry too.” Krow: “Dear Martyn: Go Fucking Fuck Yourself.  I fucking hate you. I hate you so much. I hate you more than I hate cats.  I hate you for pushing me into the portal. I hate you for killing Oliver. I hate you because you always were so agressive to our guests. I hate you for leaving. I hate you because you were so dear to everyone. I hate you because you made everyone love you and then YOU FUCKING LEAVE.  I hate you because you made everyone cry. I hate you. You left. You fucking left us. Why? Why? Have I done something? I’m sorry. Please just go back. I’m begging you. Please. Please.” Oli: “’sup mraty  ah i havent said that name in a while. its like a curse in this house. no one talks about u. thats fair. i hate talking about u too.  i know ur not dead. u just better than this. yeah u better than dying. but u left us anyway. why? god if i know. god if anyone knows. but u know i belive thats its a cool reason. like ur saving the world or something. i wouldnt be suprised lol. it doesnt matter. truly it doesnt. whatever you are doing: we still love u. and we trust u. u always will be a shining star for us, a sweet memory.  we love you, Mraty.”

[tzyuki]

[ 성훈 ] BLOWING UP MY HEART ꒰ P.SH x F!READER

016. L party | smau + written (625 wrds)

IN WHICH ?! — Y/n falls down a flight of stairs, breaking her leg. The first thing she does is blow up her friends phone hoping she’d come and find her but fails to notice she accidentally texts an old groupchat with Ahn Seongmin, Huh Yunjin, Hirota Maki, Wang Nicholas, Kim Minji and Park Sunghoon, her ex boyfriend. The friend group broke in half after the two had broken up, sides were made and promises were broken.

“Do we actually have to go to the party?” Y/n groaned, “No one’s gonna miss us.” Y/n was batting her eyelashes as she looked at Sunghoon. “Y/n-ah, flirting with Sunghoon isn’t gonna make him change his mind.” Seongmin said.

“Sorry, Y/n. I promise we can open gifts after, we’ll only be there for a few and then leave to get the kids back home.” Sunghoon sheepishly smiled.

“The kids?”

“Well— how else do you wanna describe Riki, Hanni, Maki, and Dani?” Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders. “You’re right.” Nicho muttered. “I’m always right, Nicho.” Hoon sighed and patted Nicholas back as the group were about to walk into the party.

“Let’s go.” Sunghoon said, walking ahead of everyone as if he was the lead actor in a movie. “Who does he think he is?” Minji chuckled. The rest followed him.

“Hi guys! You made it!” Sujin greeted the group. Yun Eunju standing by her side looking down at the floor. “Say hi to our guests, Eunju!” Sujin said. “H-Hi guys.” She stuttered.

“Hey, thanks for the invite.” Sunghoon awkwardly smiled, “Of course!” Sujin smiled and waved as the group walked off.

“I invited Sunghoon, not Y/n.” Her smile dropped. “You should drop this, Sujin…It’s been years and you’re still obsessed?” Eunju said in a questioning tone.

“Don’t tell me what to do, he’s the one for me— I just know it.”

“Whatever you say, just don’t get me caught up in your shit again.” Eunjin scoffed and walked away.

“God, she’s so annoying.” Yunjin rolled her eyes. “Who, Sujin?” Nicholas asked. “Who else?” Y/n said, “She’s been on my back for years.”

—

“Oooh! Finally!” Y/n clapped her hands as she sat down in front of her gifts in a circle with her friends. “Riki, you go first. You’re the youngest.” Jay said, “We’ll go from youngest to oldest.”

Heeseung groaned. “I hate being the oldest.”

Y/n enjoyed this, she enjoyed hanging with her friends for the holidays. She missed this, missed hanging out with them. Missed Minji, Nicholas, and Sunghoon.

Happier now that she’s got a bunch of new friends to spend more time with.

“That one’s mine!” Y/n said, Sunghoon holding the small box. “Better be good.” He teased, unwrapping it. Pulling a charm bracelet out.

“A charm bracelet, with charms and meanings.”

“A rose, for La Vie En Rose.” Y/n giggled, “I know how much you love izone.” She said, Sunghoon is going through the other charms. “Skates, for ice skating. A camera, for photography. A shooting star, for— that night.”

That night.

Sunghoon remembers it perfectly. The night the two saw a shooting star, wishing a happy future for the two.

“Hopefully it’ll come true eventually.” Y/n smiled, “In the future I’ll buy more for you.”

“Ew— I feel like I shouldn’t be here.” Riki interrupted the moment. “Don’t worry guys, I got us all matching charm bracelets— with a single charm, a little cheer cone because we met each other during the pep rally.” Y/n pulled out a bag and handed out charm bracelets to everyone.

“You know how to make people cry, Y/n.” Yunjin said as she started crying.

“You’re so dramatic, Yunjin.” Y/n chuckled and then her face dropped as she saw everyone wiping their face. “No, this is really sweet and sad, Y/n.” Sunghoon sniffed.

“YOU EVEN HAVE SUNGHOON CRYING.” Minji said in between her sobs. “I love you.” Minji said as she tackled Y/n with a hug, soon everyone did as well.

“I’m committed to this friendship, you guys should be too.” Y/n muffled.

“Next year we should do secret santa. I’m kinda broke.” Y/n said.

Next year.

Hoon smiled.

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EJ NOTE 💭 i RLLLYYY hate the read more glitch so i’m sorry that there’s no cut 😭 but oh em gee!! y/n so cute, she’s the best bff ever

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[howdoyousleep3]

Part 2!

James winced as he watched his lover arch his back so far it popped loudly in the quiet of the hotel room. The younger man had been hunched over his laptop for the better part of three hours, barely moving, and now he was paying the price.

“C’mere, baby,” James held out a hand from where he was currently supine on the bed. “lemme give a back rub, that sounded like it hurt.”

Steve murmured in agreement and eagerly crawled up the bed, tossing his shirt aside before sprawling on his front, pillow tucked under his chin. James swung a leg over narrow hip and began pressing down on Steve’s spine with just enough pressure to make the column crackle softly. Steve moaned happily, melting further into the mattress.

“Feel good?”

“Mm’yeah.”

“Did you have a good day, baby?”

Steve nodded again, eyes closed, skin warming under James’ touch. He was tired enough that he didn’t fight the gentle drift of cotton candy flowing into his brain. James almost let it happen, let Steve fall under, so sweet and soft and perfect...

But they needed to talk about today. And the possibilities for the future. He leaned in close and pressed a gentle kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he urged softly. “I wanna talk to you about something.”

Steve grumbled out a protest, burying his face in the pillow he held close.

“I promise I’ll finish the massage as soon as we’re done talking,” James chuckled, shifting off his lover, making him grumble again. “Please, Stevie?”

After a few more noises of displeasure and some unhappy squirming, Steve finally rolled onto his side and glared at James. “What?”

James gave a sharp look of reprimand, and Steve immediately dropped his eyes in apology.

“What did you think of meeting Mr. Rogers and Bucky today?” James asked, relenting his gaze.

Steve blinked in surprise, but rallied quickly. “They seem nice,” he said, fingers absently working one of the corners of the pillow. “Mr. Rogers is kinda intimidating, like you were at the start. His smile is kind, though. And Bucky loves him, and Bucky’s cool, so Mr. Rogers must be, too. And he’s your friend. That means I can trust him, right? You’re picky with your friends.”

“So you like them?”

“I mean...as much as I can with how little I know them?”

James nodded in concession. “That’s fair. One meeting isn’t enough to get a full read on someone. But you said you could trust Mr. Rogers because I trust him, right?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed, sensing a trap. “Yeeees?”

“And you liked Bucky, right?”

“He’s cool, like I said. Funny, quick, snarky...”

“With bedroom eyes and cock-sucker lips?”

Steve choked on his spit, face flaming, “James! I-- You--!”

James hushed him quickly, pulled Steve into his arms and stroking his hair and back. “Breathe, baby. It’s okay. Bucky is Mr. Rogers’, just like you’re mine. He’s a pampered, spoiled, loved baby boy, just like you are. And Mr. Rogers is a Daddy, just like I am. But there’s a part of you that knew that, isn’t there?”

Steve struggled in James’ hold for a moment, before relenting and nodding. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered.

James nodded as well, unseen but felt against the top of Steve’s head. “And both Mr. Rogers and I can see and appreciate each other’s boys, because we love them so much. We like bragging and showing off. Okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“But boys can also appreciate each other. I know you think Bucky is pretty, because I know you. I know you think his lips are beautiful, and I know you think his body is attractive. I know you wanted to touch him and kiss him. Because you’re my baby boy, and I see those same things on your face when you look at me. And that is so very much okay.”

Steve raised his head, eyes bright and little scared. “Really? You’re not mad at me?”

James smiled and dipped his head for a kiss. “Not at all, baby. Wanna know why?”

“W-why?”

James dropped his voice to a playful whisper, “Because Bucky wanted to touch and kiss you, too.”

The older man couldn’t help the clench in his heart at the hopeful and wary look in Steve’s eyes. His boy still had trouble believing he was attractive and desirable. “Really? H-how do you know?”

“Because Mr. Rogers knows his boy just as well as I know mine, and he told me. And he’s as happy as I am about it.”

Now Steve was truly confused. “You’re happy? He’s happy? Why? I don’t want him to think I wanna steal his boyfriend!”

“He doesn’t think that at all, baby, I swear,” James quickly assured. “And neither do I. We’re happy because it’s really nice to know that our lovers know a good thing when they see it, just like we do. And that there’s a good chance of everyone getting along, which is always nice in a friend group, right?”

Steve nodded slowly, settling back against James’ chest.

“It also opens up opportunities for us Daddies to show off a little bit. And for you boys to explore safely, if that’s what you want.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed again. “Explore what?”

A smile tugged at James’ lips, but he quickly stifled it. Damn, his Stevie was so fuckin’ smart. He schooled his face into something serious, because this was serious. “First and foremost, before anything else, I need you to know you have every single right to refuse, say no, back out, change your mind, and demand it never be brought up again. Everything I’m about to say is purely hypothetical and entirely academic if that’s what you want. I’m merely placing an opportunity in front of you, for you to do what you want with. Clear?”

Stevie, bless his beautiful blond head, really did think about it, his brows crumpling slightly, and his eyes staring at a point on James’ chest. After several minutes, he looked up and nodded, once. “I understand,” he said clearly. James rewarded him with a kiss, sighing happily as Steve opened so easily beneath him. They both pulled away slowly and smiled.

James nestled Steve back to his chest, tempted to slot a thigh between Steve’s, but dismissing the idea as coercive in the current situation. He didn’t want anything swaying Steve’s choice. Not pleasure, not pressure, not fear...none of it. So he simply held Steve close and stroked a hand up and down his spine.

“The opportunity that I’m talking about,” he began, feeling Steve’s head tilt just enough to show he was listening, “is a chance for you to experience pleasure and enjoyment with someone who is of the same mindset as you. Not submitting to a Dom or a Daddy, but playing and having fun with another boy. Equal footing, with no power in play, except from the outside.”

Steve’s head tilted further, “What do you mean, ‘from the outside’?”

“Both Mr. Rogers and I would be present, but not participating. We’ll be there as guardians, for the most part. Making sure that neither of our boys are pushing or being pushed, just having fun and enjoying each other. We know our boys best, and we want to make sure that such an experience, if it were to happen, is pleasurable for everyone. I would be there to make sure that you are safe and comfortable, and keeping an eye on your headspace, and Mr. Rogers would be doing the same for Bucky.”

Steve was silent for a long time. James kept stroking his back, letting the younger man process everything he’d said. It was a lot to take in, and he was pleased that Steve wasn’t trying to give an immediate answer.

His question, when it came, nearly broke James’ heart.

“Do...,” Steve’s whole frame shuddered as he swallowed, “do you really think Bucky wanted to touch me, and k-kiss me? Like I wanted...want, to do with him?”

James was so, so tempted to show his sweet, shy, uncertain lover the text that remained open on his phone, but he wanted to keep this as unbiased as possible. “I really do. Mr. Rogers would never lie to me, and Bucky would never lie to him.”

“You’ll be there the whole time?”

“Every single second,” James promised, pressing a kiss to Steve’s hair.

Steve started to tremble. “I can change my mind?”

“At any point before, during, or even after. Just like Bucky, Mr. Rogers, or I can. Everyone has to want to be there, or no one will be there.”

“You’ll...,” Steve’s voice dropped to a reedy whisper, “you’ll still love me?”

“Oh, Stevie,” James crushed his boy even closer to his chest, cupping the back of his head and throwing his leg over the smaller man’s hip. “Absolutely nothing about this will make me love you even an iota less. Nothing. You are my lover, my boyfriend, my partner, my best friend, and my sweet, amazing baby boy. I’ll be holding you before anything happens, and holding you even tighter when it’s all done. I love you, and I want you to experience every kind of pleasure I can think of. This just happens to be one of them, and all it’ll take to make it happen or not is a single word from you. My love is not conditional to your answer. You’re stuck with me. Forever.”

Steve choked out a strained giggle, but his trembling slowly abated. Burrowing impossibly closer, he nuzzled under James’ chin and released all his tension in a deep and heavy sigh.

“I think...,” he said at last, pulling James from a slight doze. “I think...I do wanna play. With Bucky. He’s...he’s really pretty, and...I feel like I could—I could learn from him. He seems really happy to be Mr. Rogers’ boy, and I like his energy. Playing with him feels like it would be a lot of fun and feel really good. And,” James could feel the heat of Steve’s blush against his throat, “Mr. Rogers is very handsome. I want him to know that you have a good boy, too. I want to make you proud of me.”

“Sweetheart, I am already so, so incredibly proud of you,” James assured. “You’ve got nothing to prove to anyone. Mr. Rogers will only let you play with his boy because he already knows how good you are. Our babies only deserve the best, after all. And the fact that we get to show both of you off to the other is just icing on an absolutely delicious cake.”

Steve giggled again and lifted his face, asking for a kiss. James happily obliged, and the room filled with the sounds of loud breathing, soft moans, and clashing lips.

-

Much, much later, hours after the promised back-rub, which happened after the impromptu romp they had, James picked up his phone.

To: Rogers—Stevie said yes. Same place and time as today for negotiations? Thursday?

The response was quick.

From: Rogers—We’ll be there.

here is part 1