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Feel It All Around || Chenrich Fic (1/?)

Chapter Title: Empire Ants

Pairing: Alex Chen/Steph Gingrich

Rating: M

Fic Description:

Steph falls in love. To her amazement (despite an embarrassing number of successful roll-checks of the d20 in the studio)...so does Alex.

Chapter Description:

In the quiet afternoon sun filled by nothing but mountain air from a cracked window and the rustling of now-dry denim that's still hanging near it, they both smile.

Yeah, there's something.

They have denim and poptarts. They have pot and rice cookers. They have Plastic Beach. They have the fact that both of them knows how much the quiet bothers the other--they have memories, now.

That’s something, right? Yeah, that's something.

That's a start.

(That's a start.)

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Water beads on the edges of hair, cascading waterfalls down her cheeks to her neck to her chest, cool–-cold–-cold–-cold -–now that a rattling AC pricks at clammy skin. curving this reckless line before they fall, forgotten, onto the scratched wood of an upstairs apartment. The cool air has settled on Steph’s cheeks until the warmth no longer permeates them–-shields of ice masking the trembling, barely-contained water beneath–-a woman’s bones composed of a raging, ephemeral river. Although the heat of Alex’s breath is making a…surprisingly valid effort to break through, causing fissures of laughing lines where deep caverns have started to chisel into ivory, their skin pressed flush together as Alex helps hold up the curving spine of Haven’s second-most notorious but foremost drunk DJ.

Warm. Alex is warmer than the cold air, up here. If heat rises, it seems to have all risen up to Alex’s careful, curling fingers and gentle, closed-off smile.

Warm Alex. Easing Steph up against the wall as she helps unravel a sopping wet jacket off of shaking, laughing shoulders and–-okay, yeah. It’s kind of sad how long it’s been since someone helped Steph take off an item of clothing, let alone while she was drunk. There's a concerted effort to memorize this fact-–it will be her totally not mortifying excuse for almost smacking Alex in the nose while she wiggles out of denim in the morning–-

Wait, she doesn’t own any denim jackets. Not anymore.

Oh, right–-the jumbled memory of Alex’s fingertips sliding coarse fabric onto shivering shoulders once raindrops started to fall outside of the bar, the scent of alcohol and smoke and dew clinging to the air. That warm voice gently suggesting both of them come up before they drown in the puddle by the bar–

“It just really seems like a bad idea leaving you two alone.”

“Yeah,” Ryan’s sighs–-long-winded and resigned–-large lumbering shoulders soaking through with water in a way that will never bother him as much as it does Steph. Like a Paul Bunyan Elsa. “It usually is.”

The jacket smelled like nostalgia--smells like nostalgia--and it wraps all around her, now, bursting up through flaring nostrils as she laughs . This sort of scent that the DM in Steph has been going crazy all night trying to place–-to categorize-–this untouchable sort of unfamiliar familiarity that she’s just labeled into the box of ‘Alex’, for now, because it clings everywhere on the girl. It clings to Alex’s hair and her shuffling glasses and her closed-off fingertips and her cheeks…but Steph has time to figure it out, right? They’ve only known each other for a handful of days, now-–they’ve got time.

(Everyone thought they had time with Gabe, too).

The smile falls, stuttering a little as Steph desperately tries to pull at the thin strains of what the hell she was talking about.

“And I said–-”

The faint sound of snoring from inside the dimly-lit room accompanies their staccato, intermingled laughter as wet denim inelegantly smacks against the scuffed wood of the floor once Alex has finally managed to peel it off, Steph swaying from the effort.

“Heyyyy now, DJ. Stay against the wall. I’m too tired from helping carry both of you up the stairs to do any last minute rescues.” Alex catches her with wet fingertips that are somehow still so warm underneath the cool sheen of moisture covering them and helps peel Steph’s back off the wall, too.

Seriously, how is Alex so…she’s really warm. She’s like this kind of short space heater, calm, steady voice like simmering coals by a campfire (not Steph’s scene, but she’s sure Ryan would back her up on the analogy, if he wasn’t sinking into the couch like a black hole)--

Steph’s curling body slumps over a shoulder that seems to have no problem bearing the weight of people–-limbs made out of noodles and Jameson and way too much mysterious green devil shots–-and sighs. Seriously her cheeks are freezing and since Uven Rune shields don’t actually exist, Alex is like the next best thing to it. Is it too bad to drunkenly nuzzle into a girl who she only kind of knows for all of five minutes? Previous experiences say no. Nuzzling typically goes in Steph's favor.

An owlish blink as her world goes a little upside-down, the room spinning as she’s plopped down onto a bouncing mattress, eyes slowly taking in the room with an ache she doesn’t want to place–-not right now–-before she blinks up towards Alex, instead. It’s like a haze around her–-everything blended in the background in shadows of this apartment a faded memory–-but here’s Alex who looks so different than Gabe but still feels so familiar, being so…patient and–-

“So what did you tell him?” Alex cuts off any those creeping, spreading shadows of thoughts like she always somehow does, adjusting glasses that had been knocked a little askew (probably from trying to help Steph’s drunk, useless ass), eyes flicking over to Ryan, whose Ryan grumbling snore skips off beat, seeming to realize they’re both there. Waking up just enough to cough and actually breathe air before letting it out like a foghorn through his nose.

“You guys ‘kay?” It’s barely intelligible, one of those long, long legs of his swung over the edge of the couch, socked toes brushing along the pole in the middle of the apartment, other leg very uncomfortably swung to the side off of the other edge.

(At least it’s got to be uncomfortable for Ryan. She still remembers him hobbling after that one attempt at a yoga session Riley talked them into. He woodenly stomped around the bar for two days after like some kind of fascist Pinocchio, rigid and always at attention).

Alex must’ve thrown him on the couch as best as she could’ve the moment they got up. It's a pretty valiant effort. The last time Steph tried to carry him up her stairs, she barely made it to the bathtub, closer by far than the couch.

Steph snorts, “You’re totally about to fall off the couch.”

“Wha-–”

She apparently still has the gift of prophecy. Or Ryan is really bad at reality roll-checks.

A thud. And then a grunting, intoxicated note of surprise sounds from the floor--delayed by a good five seconds-–chortling laughter the only reply from the bed. Alex’s lips quirk up at the edges, sliding over dutifully towards the couch like way too good of a person, the one lone streelight outside of the window casting her bare, denim-jacket-less-shoulders in its warm, persistent glow. It bathes over her like a delicate spotlight on an outdoor set. It dances along Alex’s hair and her glinting glasses and her tired eyes and Steph can’t shake the image from her mind. Even as Paul-Bunyan-Elsa apologizes profusely while Alex inelegantly flops him back onto the couch. It's stuck.

She won't remember all that much from tonight (she'll remember more than she expects) but she'll definitely remember this.

“Sorry, Alex–-I’m normally…normally not like thi–-”

“He’s always like this.” Steph protests. It’s slurred, but it’s still true. Then again, Steph nearly falls off of the bed trying to untie her shoe, struggling to curl frayed laces with clumsy, normally completely deft (she swears) fingertips.

“Miraculously, I believe both of you exactly enough to get me out of picking a side.” Alex chirps from the couch now that Ryan’s fully on top of it, walking back over to–-

“Holy shit, are you actually helping me with my shoes, right now? Oh my God, I love you.”

“So what did you tell him?”

“Huh?”

“You were telling a story.” Alex reminds, fingers skimming through the loops like a brush through hair, totally effortless, smiling up at her with nothing short of amusement.

A story?

Right.

Wait…what was she talking about, again?

“The guy that wanted to be your manager.” Alex pipes in perfectly, like she always seems to do.

Right .

“And I said, look, it’s not about–-not about the chicks! Like, who even calls girls chicks?”

“Totally. Although...you.” That small little smile curves up further. It’s kind of nice. Steph hasn’t seen Alex smile all that much–-not since the first day they-– “You...definitely called me a chick literally in the first five seconds of meeting you.”

“This was not a poll question, Chen.”

“I think it’s disrespectful to call women chicks.” Ryan offers from the couch, muffled a little now that he’s seemingly flopped onto his stomach.

“Not. A poll.” Steph re-iterates (and resists tossing her shoe at him across the room because this is Gabe’s–-Alex’s, fuck Alex’s–-apartment and she might break something; she’d also have to lean down and grab her shoe and that seems like a lot ).

“No, I was agreeing with you.” It’s a whine into his bed for the night.

“Oh.” A quiet laugh, looking back towards Alex, bouncing her now-free foot. “Right. See? Ryan gets it. We can call us chicks but not-chicks cannot call us chicks unless they’re chicks. Not in the way he said chicks, like he was looking at us like we were actual livestock. So I told the guy to get lost and–-holy shit,” Steph leans forward a little too quickly, wobbling a little from the lack of equilibrium as she does to snatch up the shoe with a spreading, spreading smile-–a thing of awe and wonder–- “Did you just snort ?”

“Aaaalright, Steph, you’re gonna have to help me get you onto the bed.”

“Hey! No deflecting. A snort? That’s adorable-–”

“Steph,” Alex rolls her eyes and snatches back away the shoe to toss it towards the entryway, shoving the girl’s shoulder so that she flops back onto the bed, but she’s not easily deterred, leaning up onto one shoulder, hips slowly sliding down the edge of it as she does.

And amazingly…Alex laughs. She stands up fully over Steph, who’s certifiably Patrick-Starr’ed her bed, slowly falling off the edge of it, and smiles. Like a full smile, the kind that people write songs about–-write entire albums about–-write post-band-break-up albums about–-

And Steph pauses a beat.

“Wow, you have…the best smile I’ve ever seen.”

“Your endless charm? It’s not helping you get on the bed, right now.”

“Weird. Toootally where my charm gets me, usually. Into beds.” Steph’s smile spreads past a smirk into verifiable goofy territory as her ass hits the ground with a dull thud, “That was a good one. I mean my joke. It was good. Like, would’ve totally gotten viewers on air good.”

Alex’s laugh remains–-this breathy, rumbling thing, like a drum kit that’s been shoved in a closet for too long, dust bouncing along its surface when it sees good use for the first time in ages. Those warm, damp fingers curve into Steph’s side, shirt barely riding up over knuckles as she helps flop Steph back over the bed, a little practiced. How many people has Alex done this for, anyways?

Steph makes a mental note to let Alex be the drunk and not the drunk-sitter, sometime.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll give you that. Might’ve landed better if you weren’t,” A grunt and Steph shivers at the cold when Alex’s fingers leave, but doesn’t notice for long–-not when she’s already crawling forward towards bundled up sheets, nuzzling into them like Valkyrie does when no one’s looking. “Slurring, though.”

“Slurring is part of my charm–-oh my God, are you taking off my other shoe right now? You are just so nice. ” A frustrated groan that’s nothing but smile as she rolls almost a little too far off the bed, head thudding against the dresser. She barely catches Alex’s wince. “It didn’t hurt.”

“It will tomorrow.”

“Hmm…yeah, prob’ly. C’mere–-” Several pats on the bed next to her, other arm already thrown over eyes. “Can’t just take your bed that’s…so not cool.”

“I…don’t know, Steph–-”

“What are you gonna do, sleep downstairs?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept in a bar.”

“We can unpack that tomorrow. I’m not stealing your bed, Alex.” She might not be sober, but she’s certainly adamant, “ Ryan’s…already drooling into your couch and I’m not that drunk, I promise. There’s, like… no Ubers in Haven but I can totally–-and I mean totally--go home if you’re not cool with sharing–-” Steph’s head lolls upwards to see Alex hovering over her, shuffling, hands stuffing up those cute, fitting glasses. “Seriously, how are you so cute ?”

Another laugh from Alex and Steph really, really likes the sound of it, watching the light from the hall bathe her cheeks in soft, amber hues. It’s a different sort of light–-different than the streetlight. “Not really pleading your case for sobriety, Steph.”

“What, because I said you were hot?”

“You…actually said cute-–”

“Oh, well I was thinking hot,” Steph shrugs, rolling over on the pillow. It must smell like Alex. Maybe Steph still can’t really place what Alex smells like, but this definitely doesn’t smell like Gabe. Eventually, the bed dips and Steph cracks open an eye to a completely dark room and Alex’s silhouette, highlighted by only the street light outside, shifting underneath the covers Steph’s pinning down from on top, only a thin layer of fabric barrier between them. “Gabe used to do this for us all the time, y’know,” The slurring might be from near sleep, now, and she sighs at the suffocating feeling that’s not numbed nearly enough by alcohol for this thought-train. “Seems like the Chens are good people.”

Steph can’t see Alex’s face in the shadows–-she hopes there’s a smile there. But the truth is without that hope, all Steph knows is that there’s just...this. This comforter, shadows, and space. Just this.

“...A few of us Chens were okay. Gabe was definitely one of them.”

“Thanks for taking care of our drunk asses, ‘lex.” It’s slurred and sleepy and sighing, sinking into the bed, kicking away some of the covers to inelegantly try to roll underneath them. She’s surprised when a quiet chuckle greets her and warmth envelops her, Alex tucking the soft comforter around her just like she had that jacket. Freshly washed. Gabe’s blanket always smells like mildew–-like dust–-the kind of thing never used, tucked away in a closet and stained from friend’s beers and slobber (in Ryan’s case) from their drunken stays.

Smelled. Past tense.

But now it smells like the pillow–like…what is this? What’s Alex smell like, anyways?

Is that a creepy thought? Is it creepy that she keeps coming back to it? It’s like when you can’t remember the name of a song and you just keep humming it all day and–-

Whatever.

She cuddles closer into the blanket–-

‘Sorry–-’ she might mumble or think or hum when she brushes up against Alex, knowing the other girl likes her space.

“No, it’s okay. No it’s…” Alex’s voice is practically wind it settles so softly between them and Steph fights so hard to open her eyes to see her–-to see a glimpse of her, now that she’s not blinded by darkness. And there’s Alex, glasses set somewhere other than her nose. Steph can barely see her, curled in on herself…so rigid in the bed, like she doesn’t know how to settle into it. Like maybe she never has. “It’s okay. It’s kind of nice, not being alone in here, I guess. It gets pretty quiet. Freakishly quiet.”

Sleepy, sagging eyes search Alex’s calm features.

And Steph imagines her.

Maybe Alex is used to the city-–to cars and trains and yelling, outside–-used to thin walls and something more than just the sound of breathing. It used to suffocate Steph when she got here–-all this fresh air; all this open sky; all this soft peace-–it reminded her too much of home. If she closed her eyes at night, she’d hear the ocean instead of the mountains–-she’d hear the faint whir of a lighthouse instead of the buzz of the singular streetlight outside of her apartment window, all the way down mainstreet, too far out of reach–-

“Know what you mean.” Steph sleepily searches and searches and searches those features, alcohol muting into exhaustion before she reaches forward to thoughtlessly wrap arms around Alex in the only comfort her brain thinks to provide. It’s probably not much, tangling cold, damp biceps around warm heater arms as she sags like bricks into the pillow, but it’s what Steph can give. “Don’t worry,” She mumbles. She won’t realize Alex tenses until the bleary hours of the morning, when horror and regret always set in after Jameson. Right now, all she thinks is to reassure her that it won’t be quiet, at all: “Ryan snores.”

She falls asleep to the quiet sound of Alex’s laughter and the feeling of tense muscles relaxing beneath Steph’s touch.

It’s a total cliche in the morning. Like, a total absolute fucking cliche .

It’s not Steph’s first rodeo at waking up from way too fucking many at the Lantern. It’s actually a very, very familiar feeling.

The birds are twittering out of the windows so loudly that Ryan is seemingly trying to identify them in a series of morse code snorts from the couch in his sleep. The sun is bright enough that it’s likely later than Ryan’s supposed to be awake…and it’s definitely bright enough to burn a hole through Steph’s skull-–which means it’s probably close to when Steph is supposed to slam down some form of caffeine and make her way towards the booth. But she’s not in a rush.

Because what’s not familiar is the warmth. Gabe’s scratchy, smelly-ass blanket and pillow and too-close dresser are replaced with a very throbbing (bruised? Fuck) head and a soft, clean scent, and–-

Fingers flex and the feeling of skin is unmistakable underneath them. The momentary drunken panic of waking up with someone (especially in a town where she literally knows way too much about everyone ) is immediately replaced by the soft hum of someone shifting…closer, that scent tickling the back of Steph’s nose as hair brushes her cheek and her chin and–-

It’s worth bracing the way-too-bright to realize Alex Chen is the warm weight, hot, sleep-pulled breath spun like fine silk gently skimming along Steph’s ticklish neck in a way that makes a hungover heart pick up, just a bit. Eyes barely widen, this… ache swelling up within her breathless chest, blinking and blinking and blinking away sleep before tense muscles relax into the clean, musk-free sheets. Guilt doesn’t last for long when Alex shifts closer a second time when Steph pulls back, and she takes full stock of the situation with as clear of a mind as she can aim for: bare ankles tangled; a bunched up shirt skimming below Steph’s knuckles where she’s held her close throughout the night; comforters bunched up by Steph’s hips from where she probably got too hot, but presumably (drunkenly–-stupidly) pulled Alex closer anyways.

It’s been a year since Steph held anyone like this, and even then that lasted for all of a weekend before…well, it was never going to work out, anyways.

And the last time she held Izzie like this, she–-

A quiet sigh.

It’s been longer than a year that Steph woke up like this and didn’t grind her teeth into the bitter copper urge to run.

Everything else about the apartment is the same, isn’t it? Save for this small little corner of it. This small little bed with small little sheets and small little, fire-warm Alex Chen curling into her body in her heavy sleep. Everything else is the same. Steph’s hand gently smooths up the curve of Alex’s back to the rumbled fabric of a shirt spread across shoulders, pressing Alex a little closer in apology for pulling away while eyes once more flutter closed. This is the most relaxed she’s seen Alex all week–-and maybe Steph–-

Maybe Steph--

Maybe the station can wait a little while longer. It’s not quiet up here–-not with the birds and Ryan snoring and the gentle, soft sound of Alex’s breath brushing along her ear like the soft pulling tides of Arcadia Bay. The familiarity doesn’t unnerve her, even though maybe it should.

It’s a cliche, but it’s still a cliche she needs.

Sleeping a little longer doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

– – – – – – – – – and that was e m p i r e a n t s wrapping up your afternoon delight – – tune into KRCT for more where that came from, your little haven away from haven springs – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

“How many did you take?” Steph muffles laughter behind her curving palm, teeth tucking into a lower lip.

“Uh…enough that I can’t tell whether or not my legs are actually on the ceiling and my head is really on the floor? Or maybe my head’s on the ceiling and my feet are on the–-” It’s curious-–a little disoriented. “Are my feet on the ceiling? I think my feet are on the ceiling.”

Steph can personally attest to Charlotte’s gummy-bear goods: Alex sounds…very, very chill, at least. Eyes flick upwards towards the light hanging above blinking a garish red hue across the soft sound-proofing of a booth.

“You do know that you called me at the radio station, right?”

“Yeah.” Very, very chill.

“No, Alex, like… at the station.”

“Yeah.” Too chill.

Both lips pull in this time to keep from laughing.

“As in, you’re on air right now.”

There’s a long, long pause. A very hilarious long, long pause, as the horror of reality likely makes it through Alex Chen’s blitzed as fuck mind. And okay, maybe Steph enjoys it just a little bit.

“You’re enjoying this waaaay too much, Chen.” Steph’s head falls harder than the beat in ‘Empire Ants’, thudding into a slackened, useless palm.

“Oh, yeah. Totally.” Alex blows the steam away from the curving edge of a mug, the logo of the nearby high school team emblazoned proudly on its chipped side. The steam curves warm fingertips beneath Steph’s chin, practically beckoning red eyes slowly upwards to slit at Alex’s now-familiar smile, endless sunlight sinking into dark hair. “Hey, you wouldn’t be so hungover if you just believed that I am absolutely better than you at the Jukebox game.”

“It’s witchcraft.”

“Unsanctioned witchcraft. I’m not in a coven.”

“I’m not convinced. But you are the nicest witch I’ve ever met, even if you keep laughing at my pain. I can’t believe you made me breakfast after taking care of my sloppy drunk ass last night.”

“They’re pop-tarts.” Alex argues, but there’s something soft in her eyes, “My only two specialties are this and rice from a rice cooker, so you’re just lucky these were even in the kitchen because Gabe does not have a rice cooker.”

“They’re better specialties than quick-dialing the only chinese place in Haven.”

“I don’t know, that’s a pretty useful specialty.”

“Maybe I can show you for lunch. Want to meet me at the booth? I’ve got to repay your endless kindness somehow.”

A denim jacket hangs from an open window nearby, its heavy weight now fluttering in the soft Colorado mid-morning breeze. Alex shuffles her glasses and looks out towards it and then towards the small, closed-off kitchen that’s been cleaned of all the clutter Gabe had left behind. Their eyes meet again and there’s something–-there’s something there-–but Alex just smiles.

It’s somehow the only thing that makes sense in the world, the fact that Steph doesn’t feel weird at all at offering-–at knowing Alex is welcome here, now, and has found a place in the cold spaces of Steph’s drunken arms anytime, if she needs them. They’re friends, now, from more than just shitty, thrown-together circumstance. They have denim and poptarts. That’s something, if Steph helps add onto the wager, isn’t it?

That’s something.

After a long moment, Alex smiles–-quiet and calm and slim, but there-–and just simply says:

“Okay.”

And it seems like the bag of pot Steph had taped to Alex’s door in both gratitude and an intention to up that wager has had its successful conclusion.

“...shi–-”

Steph, being the phenomenally kind friend that she is, immediately presses the mute, “And that could be you, too, Havenites! Yes, the mystique–-the intrigue–-the idea that your head could actually be floating above you in an endless cycle of bliss and potential confusion if you don’t follow the very clear instructions on the packet. If you’re over 21, go down to the Silver Dragon and buy your premium, never-fail supply, today! However, all of your good friends here at the station-–which is just me-–remind you to always partake safely and preferably while sharing. Again, with me. Nervous or unsure of how to go about your first foray? Ask our favorite genus-genius and Silver Dragon owner Charlotte who will guide you through like a pro. Located across from your own favorite record store, the Silver Dragon has low prices, high quality, and a great time in store, just for you. Alright, everybody, we’ve got a life-changing line-up prepared for you for the next ad-free…” Her head bounces back and forth as she decides, looking down at her now-lit phone for the time before figuring– “...hour. Tonight and tonight only-–aren’t you lucky? Only here at KRCT, your own little Haven from Haven Springs.”

There’s no time wasted flicking up the mute switch on the mic and Alex’s snickering laughter is contagious through the line only a second later. Steph’s kind of bummed she missed her going through the five stages of high (paranoia; anxiety; abject horror; resignation; laughter at how funny the blinds look, probably) by the time the ancient landline is once more pressed against her ear, the laughter a little louder.

“Okay, so that means you took all of them.” It’s not exactly the craziest conclusion to jump to-–especially when Alex just keeps laughing.

“I’m sorry-–I–-” Alex clearly can’t seem to stop laughing, “I’m not used to real drugs! I’m used to the ones you get from sketchy neighbors named Billy…who’s a kind of hypocritical flat-earther drug dealer who lives next to a Lowes dumpster? And has a sign not to trust the government. Who’s willing to sell it to you for very, very cheap for your kind of friend’s birthday party.”

“Did you get that from a really lame after-school PSA?” Alex laughs harder and Steph can’t help but smile. Yeah, the laugh is really infectious, “Okay, I’m funny, but I’m not that funny. I’m officially concerned and coming over.”

“No! I’m okay, really. I just texted Charlotte–-”

“Did she say you took too many?”

“Definitely. I might have also called her pretty. But I’m fine!”

“Ok. Sure.” Steph shifts the landline on her ear, leaning up against the board, “Just stop laughing and I’ll stay right here.” There’s only two seconds before Alex starts cracking up, again, and Steph can’t help it–-the smile grows. “Yeah, no, I’m not missing this prime blackmail material. Me coming over? It’s actually very selfish.”

“The radio!”

“Is on auto-pilot. I just debuted commercial-free, music--only for the next hour. I’ll get Ryan to swing by and lock up.”

“Can’t someone break in and change the music? Do you want someone playing Miley Cyrus on your conscience? I don’t.” Alex sounds unnervingly serious, all of the sudden, and Steph pulls out the keys from her pocket. Locks to the studio. Locks to the store. Locks to an apartment that haven’t changed and Alex hasn’t asked for.

“If someone wants to break into the record store, leave all of the records, and then break into the booth, and only play a Miley Cyrus song, I think we have worse things to worry about. Although I guess it depends on the song.”

“ Start All Over is kind of nostalgic, I guess–-”

“Yeah, you’re high. Just stay put, Chen, I’ll be over in fifteen.”

“But–-”

Landlines are much better about hanging up with that really satisfying click. Ancient, but really serve a point.

A quick call to Ryan, a locked up studio, and a small handful of bar patrons giving her a knowing look as she rushes up the bar stairs later, Steph Gingrich opens up Gabe’s–-Alex’s-–door to the sight of the other girl laying on the floor…save for her feet that she seems extraordinarily concentrated on holding in exact, precise position.

Up in the air, perpendicular to the ceiling. Stock-still, firm as a board.

“What the fuck, Alex?” It’s Steph’s turn to double over with laughter, the abject terror in Alex’s eyes turning conflicted at the sight of the other girl materializing.

Alex’s arms throw out in frustration, anger, and confusion...and way, way, way too much pot gummies causing a mess of conflict that bubbles out in her frustrated voice. The struggle is visibly real:

“You told me to stay here!”

“I meant here like the apartment, not here like–-”

“Well I didn’t know! And besides, look, they look like they’re on the ceiling, right? I wanted you to see it.”

The wide gesture up towards her airborne feet really cinches it.

Steph will tell Alex half a year later that this is the exact moment she fell in love with her.

Right now, Steph tries to blink through the tears in eyes, laughter warming cheeks and chest and smile as she kicks the door closed and immediately moves to crawl onto the floor next to Alex’s flopped, strung out form. Watching Alex’s mess of over-emotions slowly morph over into the widest, most genuine smile, as she does.

(There’s a thought that stuck through her drunken haze the other night: the reality that Alex has the most beautiful smile Steph’s ever seen).

“Lucky for you I took a gift tax,” A small bag materializes from her pocket, a lone soldier gummy bear remaining. Without much thought, she pops it into her mouth and smirks. “We’ll go through this together, Chen.”

Alex looks so grateful that Steph doesn’t know what to do with it, so she just reaches down and clasps her hand, instead.

Alex doesn’t pull away.

But she does lower her feet to the ground, so…progress.

“Although I’m definitely not going to be a fourth as high as you are, right now.”

“Good.” Alex nods and squeezes her hand and…shifts to rest her head on Steph’s shoulder. A breath rattles and catches in her throat before she lets it out through her nose, the air fluttering Alex’s hair. “It sucks.”

“Yeah.” A long beat, “...wanna order a pizza and play Dinoracer 2?”

“Totally.” Alex immediately sits up, “Can we,” It’s drawled out, raising their joined hands up towards the door in gesture, “Get two pizzas?”

“What the hell, why not?”

Alex’s smile is totally worth it.

They spend the night on the floor listening to Plastic Beach, occasionally getting up to eat pizza or play air guitar or dance, together, talking about everything and nothing and trying (and failing) to get Ryan to sneak them a rice cooker from a very closed general store that he has no access to. Alex has re-iterated at least a dozen times (namely, every time Steph asks because rice sounds really good) that she makes the best rice, after all, and Steph wants in.

It's a bummer, but doesn't kill the mood. Next time, they say, like there will be a thousand of them.

They fall asleep on a mattress made of pizza boxes, both of them dedicating a slice to Gabe somewhere in-between.

“Do you like it?” Steph asks two days later, a carefully-wrapped gift now settled on Alex’s counter. It’s not the best rice maker in existence–-actually, it’s twenty bucks and all they sold in Haven Springs–-but it’s the best she can offer, for the time being.

Alex’s fingers curve around the edge of it so timidly--so carefully--like the fact that it’s likely the smallest one in existence don’t matter, at all.

“You know…” The sun’s settled fully on her back, now, fingertips nervously tucking hair behind ears as she turns around. Smiles. Slim and quiet and all Alex. “I’ve…never had my own.”

“Your own rice cooker?”

“Yeah.”

Steph looks around at an apartment that was someone else’s and is now Alex’s...looks to the bed to the sheets to the small little bag still tucked against it, packed. Like Alex doesn’t know how to unpack, at all.

Steph shifts on her feet and leans forward to carefully settle a hand on the other girl’s shoulder, tapping the edge of it far more delicately than a drum.

“Well, now you do. And I fully expect to get some of that rice you’ve been bragging about all week.”

“Um, have I really been bragging ?” A psh hidden behind that Alex smile, “It’s not really bragging when it’s fact and there’s no competition.”

“See? I’ve got to taste it. Put your rice where your mouth is, Chen. Or...something like that. The phrase was close.”

Alex lets out something that might be close to a happy sigh--barely heard and carefully contained--and Steph isn’t so sure why she’s…nervous. Like there’s this tangling mess of vines in her stomach. Like she really actually wants to be Alex's friend for more than just obligated memory.

“I love it, Steph. Thanks.”

In the quiet afternoon sun filled by nothing but mountain air from a cracked window and the rustling of now-dry denim that's still hanging near it, they both smile.

Yeah, there's something.

They have denim and poptarts. They have pot and rice cookers. They have Plastic Beach. They have the fact that both of them knows how much the quiet bothers the other--they have memories, now.

That’s something, right? Yeah, that's something.

That's a start.

(That's a start.)

#alex chen/steph gingrich #life is strange true colors #life is strange #alex/steph #fic #lis fic #mine #fi2a #don't worry I'm still working on my edeleth fics #I just also couldn't help myself #it's tax season so gimme break y/y #queue for u #chenrich

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all-that-tmnt-jazz · 3 years

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Holiday Headcanons That No One Asked For

Self-explanatory title: just some Holiday-Themed Headcanons about the boys during December.

Warnings: None. All Domestic stuff

Incarnation: Bayverse Boys (2014/2016)

All (pt. 1):

They go out for patrol even longer than usual, since more people are out shopping

They leave around 9 PM and get home around 4 AM

But they all make sure they’re always moving, so they don’t pass out (they are still coldblooded, after all)

They always compete for the shower when they get back

When they get home at 3 AM on Christmas Day, instead of going their own ways after they all shower, they always watch a couple of movies

Leo:

The last to shower after patrols- he wants his brothers to warm up first

Usually makes a warm drink while everyone else is showering

Brings out the packaged snacks for the movie

Usually agrees with Raph on the second movie they watch

His choice is always “The Polar Express”

He lets Raph win the argument

He usually uses a pocket knife to carve a statue of the kitten April just rescued

He also carves a small, to-scale version of Vern’s newest “Fenwick Express.

For Casey, he carves an action shot of Casey playing hockey based on a picture April sent him

Raph:

Always ends up showering first

Goes to set up the living room for the movie(s)

He gets a handful of blankets, plenty of pillows, and even starts making popcorn

He argues with Leo over the movie. He doesn’t like “The Polar Express.”

His choice- as of recently- has been “Klaus” on Netflix.

Always thinks he won the argument on his own- without Leo’s “help”

For April’s kitten, he’s usually knitting a small, red sweater

For Casey, he makes fingerless leather gloves and a note saying “Swear to Secrecy,”

For Vern, he knits a little falcon and another note saying “Swear to Secrecy”

Donnie:

Showers immediately after Raph- he talked Mikey into making tea so he could shower next

Helps Raph setting up by making the popcorn while Leo is showering

Usually talks Leo and Raph into picking the second movie- he doesn’t know too many holiday movies

He loves Mikey’s choice over Raph’s choice, personally

He usually is behind the couch, tinkering with an updated walkie-talkie-styled system for April

For Casey, he designs and builds a hockey stick that uses airflow to the user’s advantage for Casey

For Vern, he designs and builds a high-quality Bluetooth system for Vern’s newest “Fenwick Express.”

He always needs to keep his hands busy

Mikey:

Was about to start making Tea when he realized Leo was already making hot coca for everyone

Is too accepting to be mad at Donnie for long, though

Showers after Donnie because Leo lets him

Always picks the first movie they watch

It’s always Jim Carrey’s “The Grinch”

For April, he uses her Spotify and Apple Music accounts as well as her YouTube searches to find her favorite songs and makes a playlist CD of all of them

For Casey, he finds a way to rebuild a small DJ set- with Donnie’s help, of course. He then paints it with personalized designs

For Vern, he makes a small spray-painted portrait of Vern with Falcon wings

All (pt. 2):

After they finish watching the second movie, they all go to bed- it is around 8 AM on Christmas Day at this point, and they need sleep, too

That afternoon, Leo is first to wake up and Meditate at around 3 PM

Everyone else wakes up around 4 PM

They all meet in the kitchen

April, Casey, and Vern all come over as the turtles and Splinter are finishing up their last-minute decorating of the Lair

They all exchange their gifts

April, Casey, and Vern all loved their gifts and make sure to show their appreciation

Leo received a new bonsai apple tree from April, a new blade sharpener from Casey (which he appreciated- his old one was getting dull), and a series of books that he’s been looking to read from Vern

Raph received a dozen new rolls/colors of yarn disguised as a boxing dummy from April, an actual boxing dummy from Casey (of a different style/brand than April’s “Dummy”), and a box set of the “Fast and Furious” movie series from Vern.

Donnie received a book of the 54 most popular computer languages from April (he unashamedly geeked out about this), at least a year’s worth of strawberry PopTarts from Casey, and a large stack of graphing notebooks from Vern (which he so badly needed, which was perfect)

Mikey received a record player and several vinyl disks from Casey, a framed Knicks Jersey signed by each player from Vern, and a photo album with pictures from when the turtles were hatchlings and just fun moments from more recent years from April.

Mikey and Leo entertain everyone with their bickering over who makes Holiday Breakfast

Splinter ends up making it because they can’t decide (he made Tiramisu)

They all watched “The Polar Express,” much to Raph’s dismay.

They were all happy, though, when Leo had made hot chocolate and brought it out during the “Hot Chocolate” song, which made up for any negative feelings

Happy Holidays, Friends!

#tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #headcanon #tmnt headcanons #tmnt holidays #tmnt bayverse #holiday #happy holidays #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo

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spaaaceman · 4 years

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sure wish i lived in a house rn with a yard cuz id for sure be projecting alans livestream dj sets onto the side of the house and dancing in the yard in a vintage silk robe, two bowls in, absolutely vibing, with a pina colada in one hand and a half eaten poptart in the other - much to the dismay of my neighbors and gf

#and THATS on living my best quarantine life #one can only dream #‘ugh cheryl he’s doing it again call the police’ -my imaginary quarantine neighbor #spaceman.txt

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rmg91 · 4 years

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The Woes and Antics of Living Together-20

Well here's the next chapter guys, it's short but I think it works best that way. (Also I've never been too concern with chapter length XD) I rather proud of myself for getting this and the last one done within a short amount of time, I love when muses, motivation and time actually work out! Anyway without further ado...

Previous Chapter/Next Chapter; AO3/FF.net

@writerofberk-You may now officially kill Creek. XD Also Yay! Friendship fluffies!

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The next few weeks should have been some of Poppy's happiest in her opinion, she and Creek were finally dating, but she couldn't help the strange feelings coursing through her. It was fine whenever they were with the Snack Pack, it was almost normal to how it had always been just with the additive of Creek casually putting his arm around her in some way. Of course those instances were still a little infrequent, it seemed he was always working or getting called away whenever the gang got together. He still found time to take her out on dates though and that was...when things felt bizarre. He hadn't quite freaked her out like last time since, she could almost talk herself into thinking she had made all that up, but it still felt like...he was pushing for something. And it still felt unbelievably uncomfortable whenever he kissed her. Rather than feel giddy and light, Poppy almost always felt icky and almost...guilty? Poppy really wasn't sure what was going on, she had never expected to feel like this, especially about Creek, and she didn't know how to talk about it. She didn't want to worry her friends, they were all so happy for her, and she didn't want them to think Creek wasn't being any less then that perfect boyfriend but...she needed to talk to someone.

Branch wasn't an option, he'd been kind of closed off again and even weirder whenever Creek was mentioned or around, so as much as Poppy really wanted to talk to him, he probably wouldn't want to help. Which made Poppy sad and a little hurt but she'd deal with that afterwards. She knew she should talk to Creek about this, he was her boyfriend after all, but something in her gut told her that was a bad idea. Poppy had tried talking to Bridget but she had chickened out at the last second and changed the subject. Which was so unlike her! All this confusion and weirdness was making her so not herself! She wished her dad was here, she needed a good hug and some of his advice on what to do. Too bad he was really, super busy with something, else she'd try calling again.

Sighing roughly, the pinkette let her head fall into her arms at the bench she sat at, hidden away in a corner of the quad. She really needed to get these feelings sorted out and soon! Everyone would start to question her funny behavior and worry and that was the last thing she wanted! So wrapped up in her head, Poppy didn't see her best girl friends coming over.

“Doing a great impression of Branch there, Pops'.”

“What or who do I have to hit?!”

Poppy bit back a sigh before lifting her head up and forcing a smile up at Smidge and Suki, “Hey, guys. And no one, Smidge. I'm perfectly A-Okay~!”

The two other women exchanged a look, silently communicating before sitting opposite of Poppy. Suki reached out and placed a hand on her arm, flashing a sympathetic look at the pinkette, “Pops'...You don't have to hide anything from us. You know we'll help with whatever it is.”

“Yeah!” The shorter woman agreed, crossing her arms, “It's pretty obvious something's wrong, you are no good at hiding it, so spill!” Smidge soften her gaze, “We wanna help.”

Poppy bit her lips and looked away, scrunching her shoulders, “I-it's nothing, you guys. Really.” She really didn't want to tell them what was wrong.

“Poppy.” Both the DJ and athlete stressed.

Poppy groaned and buried her face in her arms again, “Okay! Yes! Something's wrong!” She whined low in her throat, “I just...don't really wanna talk about it...”

Suki exchanged another look with Smidge, they weren't going to let their friend suffer like this anymore. She got up and gently pulled Poppy up, “Come on, Poptart, let's go talk at Smidge's, okay? I think you really do want to talk about it.”

“I-” Poppy heaved another sigh before slumping against Suki's shoulder, “Yeah...okay.”

A quick ride to Smidge's later and Poppy found herself on the turquoise haired woman's couch, clutching a pillow in her lap. Said woman flopped next her after instructing Suki on where to find Milton's calming tea blends. She watched Poppy fiddle with the pillow's lace and scowled, whatever was eating at her best friend must be really messed up if she couldn't even tell them about it. It hadn't been obvious at first but eventually they had all noticed a tension in her shoulders and her grins had seemed a little less genuine. They, well Biggie, had questioned Branch, since they lived together, but even the dark blue haired man hadn't known what was the issue. Smidge sort of thought maybe he was lying, or at least had an idea since he was always so paranoid about things, but Milton had advised her not to go pushing for an answer like she had wanted to.

Growling to herself, Smidge clenched her fists, the moment she found out what was wrong she was gonna set things right! By force if necessary! She was about to start questioning Poppy when Suki came into the living room with tea. She waited until the orangette was seated before exclaiming, “Alright, Poppy, spill!”

“Smidge.” Suki reprimanded, even thought she was just as worried, “Let's just let her speak when she's ready. Take your time, Pops'.”

Poppy sighed, and boy had she been doing that a lot, before bringing her knees up and hugging them to her chest, “I just...don't know how to explain it...”

“Okay...” The half Asian woman took a moment to think, wondering how she could help Poppy talk about whatever it was, “Is it...your dad? Is he okay? Not sick or injured?” Peppy's health was usually good first question, the two were incredibly close and if there was on thing Poppy could be worried about it was her dad.

“Oh god, No!” Poppy gasped, “Dad's fine. It's..It's not about him.” She wouldn't be having a hard time, well this hard a time, talking about it if it was.

“Is it Branch?!” Smidge asked, a fierce look in her eyes, “Did he do something again?! Cause if he did, I'll go tell him where he can shove it!” She pounded her fist into her other hand.

“No!” The pinkette stressed, “It's...Okay, yeah, he's been a little distant again but it's not Branch.” She rolled eyes, thinking about the other times where she and Branch had argued or had differing opinions, “Plus, I'm usually not afraid to rant about when he's being difficult, right?”

Suki and Smidge nodded to each other, knowing that she was right. Poppy usually had no qualms about letting her frustration show at her roommate's sometimes crabby behavior, or ranting about how difficult he could be somedays. But that hadn't happened in a while since the two had started getting along again, so it once again left the two questioning what was bugging Poppy.

Suki sighed and finally voiced the question she really hoped wasn't the source of the problem, Poppy had seemed so happy, “Is it...Creek?”

At the sound of his name, Poppy visibly deflated as her eyes became unfocused and she buried her face in her knees. It took a few moments but then in a tiny, muffled voiced, she said, “...Kinda, yeah.”

Her friends eyes widened and Smidge reached out to put a hand on Poppy's arm, “But, you two are finally dating! You've been waiting years for this!” She squeezed Poppy's arm, “Aren't you happy?”

“I should be!” Poppy suddenly cried, throwing her arms in the air and startling her friends, “But...” She curled up on herself again, face uncertain, “I just...I don't know.” She sighed roughly, squeezing her knees tightly, “I can't even...I don't know how to explain or describe what it is and I don't want to accidentally say something that's not true but I just-” She whined and swayed back and forth, torn up by all these confusing feelings.

“Just...just try to tell us, okay?” Suki suggested, “And we'll keep any opinions to ourselves until you're done. Right, Smidge?”

The shorter woman was frowning but nodded, “Yeah.”

Poppy stayed silent for some time, trying to wrestle her thoughts into some sort of coherent order. Finally she raised her head and breathed heavily before speaking, “I just...I really did think I'd be over the moon when we started dating and...and it's not like he hasn't been the perfect boyfriend but...” She sighed, her shoulders rising and falling, “I just feel...all...like I...shouldn't be doing this. Not with him. Which is crazy!!! I've had a crush on him since like middle school and I was so certain that I wanted to be his girlfriend! But every time he kisses me, I just feel all-” She squirmed on her seat, trying to convey what she was feeling by movement, “All uncomfortable! It's weird! I thought my heart would flutter and stuff but it doesn't! And our first kiss?! I wanted him to stop! Not keep going! And-and I don't usually mind when he wraps his arm around me when we're with you guys but when we're by ourselves? It just makes me feel...crowded? And-” Her word vomit slowed down as she looked at her feet, trying to find the right words, “And I think he, maybe, sort of, has been trying to...” She bit her lip, not wanting to admit this part but a part of her knew she had to, “Has been trying to...pressure me into sleeping with him...?”

“Oh hell no!” Smidge cried, shooting up and just about storming off before her friends stopped her, “That is not okay!!”

“Smidge, stop!” Poppy yelped, grabbing her arm, “Please, don't! I-I could be wrong! I just said it seems like he is!”

The athlete huffed and plopped back down harshly, face set in a dark look, “Well for his sake I hope he isn't! Friend or no, I'll rip him a new one if he has been! No one should pressure that onto anyone!”

Poppy nodded as Suki said, “Thank you, Smidge.” Before drawing Poppy's gaze back to her, “Pops'...You know you gotta talk him. It is possible, maybe, he doesn't realize he's doing it, it's Creek we're talking about after all, but you gotta tell him about this stuff. He won't know to stop unless you do.”

“I know...” Poppy sighed, “It's just...the only time we really get to talk alone and in person is when we're on a date and I don't want to...ruin that time, you know? He's still been so busy with work and...I just don't want to hurt his feelings.”

“Poppy.” Suki stressed lightly, “I know you hate hurting people feelings but you gotta talk about this stuff or it won't get better. And...” She sighed, hating to bring this thought up, “I really hate bringing this up cause I know how long you've wanted this but maybe...maybe you and Creek just aren't ready to be in a relationship yet?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well...Maybe it's just not the right time, you know? As you said, he has been awfully busy even if he does take you out and...and also sometimes...romantic relationships between friends just...don't work out.” She smiled warily, “I mean, how many times have Guy and I broken up?”

Poppy supposed the DJ had a point, she just had never thought about the what if of her and Creek not working out, “I guess...”

“I know it's hard to think about but maybe breaking up with Creek might be the right thing to do right now. There's nothing saying you can't try again later.”

“Yeah,” Smidge said, “And we'll be here for you with whatever happens, but you gotta talk to him first!”

Poppy sighed, knowing they were right, “Yeah. Okay, I'll...I'll talk to Creek as soon as I can.”

“Now!” The tiny woman exclaimed, pushing her face close to Poppy's, “Wanna see something cute?”

She giggled softly, feeling better than she had after talking it out, “Always.”

Smidge got up and scurried off to the bedroom only to return shortly with a sleepy-eyed, fluffy puppy, one arm in a cast. The other two cooed as she explained it was Milton's current foster patient and it needed a lot of interaction with others to get it use to people. Poppy and Suki were more than happy to volunteer, letting the adorableness of a baby animal brighten their day after the heavy conversation they had all just shared.

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Unbeknownst to them however was the subject of that conversation wasn't where he had claimed to be. It was easy to claim he was busy with work, or had some emergency to attend to, when in fact he was actually at home, laying in bed, the air heavy with incense, with a beautiful woman by his side. He hadn't set out to sleep with his more easily persuaded clients at the spa he worked at when he had moved to Bergenville but it quickly became an easy way to expend some of that pesky sexual frustration. A few flowery words on how it would help them relax was usually all it took. Now he had a constant stream of woman coming to him for all matter of 'help'. And it helped him in his little plan to string Poppy along as long as he could. She was honestly so naive, the entire lot of them were. But that didn't matter quite at the moment, his guest was currently adjusting to drape herself over him.

Now, she wasn't one of his usual clients, she was actually someone he had met one night at bar, who he actually had things in common with. She was mature and witty, saw the world not through rose-tinted glasses but for what it was and had understood his need for a more...sophisticated peer group. She was busty with long, dark hair and had a little devious side to her, exactly his type. And she didn't mind his little side business either. “So,” She purred, tracing a finger down his arm, “How your little plan with the Bubblegum Princess coming?”

Creek frowned up at the ceiling, a contrast to the relax smirk he was just wearing, “Frustratingly difficult. I would have thought after stringing her along as long as I have she would have easily fallen into bed with me but she keeps spurning my advances.” He huffed through his nose, “I may have to just cut my losses now as I'm not sure just how much more I can take.”

“Awww~” His companion cooed, “After all the time you've put into it? Just gonna give up? I thought you wanted to hurt her.”

He shrugged, “While I may not have gotten my ultimate goal, it still will.” Maybe, once upon time, he would have felt guilty about this when he was as foolish and naive as Poppy, but things had changed. Whatever real, pure feelings he had for Poppy were long gone and she was nothing more than a goal. An annoying one at that, so he truly didn't feel too bad about giving up his long term plan.

The dark haired beauty giggled, “Whatever did she do to you~?”

“Absolutely nothing. That naive little girl just needs to learn that the world isn't as nice as she thinks it is.” He had learned that lesson early on and it was what had turned Poppy's endless enthusiasm and zest for life into the annoyance it was today. It really was too bad she insisted on being such a child, she was gorgeous and would've made an excellent thing to show off. Alas, but that was life and Creek had to cut the dead weight of his childhood sooner or later.

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Yeah....Don't hate me? I have a perfectly good reason for putting in that second part but I can't quite talk about it yet but you had to have seen Creek being a creep coming right? Also Smidge and Suki are good friends! Not that the entire Snack Pack aren't, I just felt Poppy would have felt more comfortable talking with only a few of them (I also didn't want to have to write everyone since I didn't want that scene overcrowded.) Anyway, next chapter's gonna be a dozy! See ya then! -I JUST REALIZED THIS WAS THE 20TH CHAPTER! HOLY CRAP I NEVER THOUGHT I'D GET THIS FAR ON A MULTI-CHAPTERED FIC!!! AAAHHHH!!!! Thank you all soooo much for reading and giving this story love!

#Dreamworks Trolls #Branch #Poppy #Broppy #Human AU #Modern AU #Roommate AU #dreamworkstrolls #Fanfiction #Creek #DJ Suki #Smidge #Poor Poppy

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hxneycake-hxtlines · 4 years

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A Letter To The 2010s

Dear 2010s,

Hi. How've you been? Guess we're growing up, huh? Yeah, I'm not too happy about it either. But hey, somethings we can't control.

I wanted to quickly write this letter to say thank you. Thank you for giving me my childhood, my siblings, my pride, my favorite things, my friends, and so much more. To think that all this is ending kinda makes me sad.

I wanted to describe to you what you've given me. Don't worry, it won't be too long.

First, my friends. Not only have you given me real life friends, you've given me online friends, and they're some of the best people I've ever met. @creative-poptart, or Tarts, who's possibly the greatest friend I've ever had, and who's held my hand (metaphorically speaking) in times of grief, and who's laughed with me in times of happiness. @xxdjedgelordxx, or DJ, who rivals me in chaotic energy and outstrips me by a LANDSLIDE in beauty and artistic talent. And @bluecolorfulgalaxy, or Blue, who I can't even begin to describe in this letter without not giving due credit to how amazing they are.

You've given me my siblings, who have mostly been born in this decade. For that, I can never repay you. You gave me my mother back, and you've spared me from my father. You've made this family stronger than ever, and the gratitude I feel is indescribable.

You've given me my pride in who I am and who I love. I can be who I am with pride and happiness. And YES, I STILL paint pride flags on my wrist. Don't judge me!

You've given me some of my favorite things, such as games or songs. Games like Undertale, Fran Bow, Detroit: Become Human, Doki Doki Literature Club, among others. Songs/Artists like the ENTIRE K-12 album, girl in red, Ophelia, Stolen Dance, Home, among other songs. Thought this list is MUCH shorter than reality.

So, this it, huh? After everything, it's over. You'll be gone soon, and I can't be happy about moving forward. I've got to say, I'm still kinda mad about the things you took, but that's water under the bridge now. The impending future is scary, what with the state of our world, but I've survived the much, so I'm sure I can get through growing up.

So thanks, 2010s. And while I'm gonna be moving on and growing up, I won't forget you.

Lots of Love,

Jupiter

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tootyfrootycasbooty · 5 years

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weird dream. so determined to have s*x that i willingly went behind the dj booth to hang with admittedly, a very handsome and nice dj (unrealistic). mostly zoomed around in a spinny chair while he vetoed my craig david request. then he told me 2 go back n dance w my friends and we’ll meet up after, but suddenly dream changes and he’s obsessed w joni mitchell and she MIGHT be my mother (????) and they’re also best friends, even more suddenly he is forty now (yikes) and theoretically old enough to be my dad and i get suspicious and keep asking my mother, joni mitchell, if she ever slept with him and whether he might be my dad, but she denies it and then i’m caring for an elderly man and giving him poptarts and then i wake up!

#what a ride that was #it was a nice dream until the guy become forty and maybe fucked my mum #i think deaged to 20 wjich made it more likely and more harrowing #dreams #i would never pursue a dj who is too good to play old craig david #personal

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nsane · 6 years

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Batfam as things my fam has said

(this is like my third one lol)

here's some more if you want to check them out x x

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*in Jason’s car*

Dick: Can I please have the aux chord?

Jason: No.

Dick: Why not?

Jason: Because you only ever play one song, and it’s a shitty one.

Dick: I promise I won’t play that song. Just let me DJ!

Jason: *sighs* Fine, but if I hear that stupid fucking song one more time…

Dick: *smiles evilly* *plays REO Speedwagon’s Keep on Loving You*

Jason: DAMMIT, DICK! EVERY FUCKING TIME!

Dick: RESPECT REO!

Jason: NOT IN THIS CAR!

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Tim: *talking about his problems*

Damian: *puts his two sense in*

Tim: I’m sorry, I must’ve missed the family vote that made you relevant.

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Damian: *running through the yard with a toy spear* THIS IS SPARTA!

Jason: *clotheslines tf out of Damian* SPARTA EATS ASS!

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Jason: You know, how am I supposed to succeed in a world that's already so fucked up?

Tim: Why can't you just own up to the fact that you're such a failure?

Dick: At least this time he didn't blame global warming.

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Dick: *sneaks out using his dad's car*

*the next morning*

Bruce: I know you used my car last night. What do you think you were doing leaving this house at three o'clock in the morning? *opens the fridge* And where did this gallon of milk come from?

Dick: I just went to Wal-Mart. I swear. *cries* We were out of milk, and I just wanted some cereal.

Bruce: …

Bruce: Okay, how do I ground you without coming off as an asshole now?

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Dick: *asks for something*

Bruce: Dammit Dick, I’m not made of money.

Jason: Nope. Just bullshit.

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Dick: *goes to the pantry for a poptart* *finds an empty box instead* Why must the good always suffer the bad? This is tyranny!

Jason: *eating the last poptart* God, do you always have to be so dramatic?

Dick: I'm gonna remember this.

*later*

Jason: *about to go down the stairs*

Dick: *trips Jason*

Jason: *tumbles down the stairs* *looks up at Dick from the floor* What the fuck man?

Dick: That’s for eating the last poptart and putting an empty box back in the pantry, asshole.

Jason: You could’ve killed me!

Dick: But I didn’t. Look who’s being dramatic now. *hammertimes away*

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*everyone is sitting at the dinner table*

Bruce: Isn't this nice--all of us here, eating as a family.

Dick: Minus Damian.

Bruce: What?

Tim: Your youngest kid? Yeah, he's not here.

Bruce: ...

Tim: So, it's not all of us.

Bruce: *thinks about it for a minute* No, I'm pretty sure we're all here.

Tim: Dad, we're missing an entire child.

Bruce: Are you sure?

Dick: Dad!

Jason: No, he's right. One more kid seems a bit excessive.

Dick: Jason!

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Damian: Why do I have to get all your old stuff?

Dick: Because you're the youngest. That's what being the youngest means.

Damian: I thought you said having Dad when he's too old to care about anything anymore is what being the youngest means.

Dick: That too.

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Dick: *is cutting Tim's hair* *messes up* Oops.

Tim: What do you mean, oops?

Dick: Well do you want to be mad now or later?

Tim: WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR?

Dick: Okay, so now.

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*at the store*

*Dick and Jason are messing around*

Bruce: You two better cut it out or I will leave your asses here.

Damian: Wait, so you do that on purpose?

Bruce remembering all the times he's accidentally left Damian at the store: ...Yes.

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Bruce: This is a fancy place, so you assholes better act right.

Tim: Dad, this is pizza hut.

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#its been awhile since i did one of these #incorrect batfam quotes #incorrect quotes #batfamily #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne

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mellowwastelandstranger · 2 years

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NFT GIF - How Does an NFT GIF Work?

NFTs are digital collectibles that are easy to pirate and copy. The low energy and low-cost nature of the images makes NFTs attractive to pirates. There are many advantages to NFTs, however. This article will discuss a few of them. You can download a free NFT GIF from the Internet. Alternatively, you can buy them in retail stores. Just make sure you remember not to pirate them!

NFTs are digital collectibles

A new craze has swept the digital world, and NFTs are a prime example. Although they are not yet officially recognized as collectibles, NFTs are digital tokens that are traded like stock. The value of an NFT is determined by what another person is willing to pay for it. Similarly, the value of a stock is based on economic indicators, fundamentals, and investor demand. While the value of an NFT may not always match the cost of a stock, it is likely to rise above its purchase price.

An NFT can be a one-of-a-kind piece, or part of an extensive collection that includes thousands of similar pieces. It can be traded with others, and it provides proof of ownership. NFTs can be created by anyone, and the standards used to create them are open to anyone. However, there are some drawbacks to NFTs. For instance, there are high transaction fees on the Ethereum blockchain. The lack of regulation is one of the most common complaints. Visit here to know more about new NFT store.

They are easy to copy

The popularity of NFTs has fueled the creation of digital tokens. Anyone can tokenise their work and sell it as an NFT, and the market is booming. One NFT, the Nyan Cat (2011) animated GIF, recently sold for $500,000 on an online auction site. This viral meme of a flying pop-tart cat has sold for over PS365,000, with the tweet from Twitter founder Jack Dorsey promoting it. NFTs are becoming increasingly popular, with some NFTs reaching $2.5m. However, there have been concerns raised about the environmental impact of NFTs, as with any form of digital art.

However, some NFTs are worth a lot of money, and a person with the right to own the original work can prove ownership of the NFT and sell it in the marketplace. The Nyan Cat animated gif, for example, featured a PopTart-shaped body, which left a rainbow trail behind it. This video quickly went viral, and a popular animated gif featuring the Nyan Cat went on to sell for $590,000 in February.

They are easy to pirate

Most people's first experience with NFTs occurred in the last few months, and they were met with confusion about the phenomenon. However, things started to change as GIFs of kittens and twerking skeletons suddenly started selling for six figures. Thankfully, there's now a new system that prevents those who want to profit from these pirated GIFs. Here's how NFTs work.

The first step in preventing NFTs from being pirated is to ensure that the images that you post are not downloaded without permission. This is important because NFTs can be copied and distributed easily. However, the same cannot be said for traditional piracy. If NFTs are pirated, people are more likely to use them for malicious purposes. However, NFT supporters argue that the blockchain will prevent such piracy.

They are low energy

Artists are taking notice of the new technology, and some have turned to blockchain to monetize their gifs and JPEGs. Among these early adopters are Chris Torres, creator of the 2011 gif Nyan Cat. Another early adopter is the music producer DJ Deamau5. Grimes recently sold six million dollars worth of digital art using blockchain. The digital artist known as Beeple is currently selling his work at Christie's for more than $250,000.

There are many pitfalls of using NFTs, and the attention they generate is mostly fake. For example, some GIFs are fungible - that is, they contain two different versions of the same image. A GIF made with NFT technology is declared to be "real" by the NFT if the same image is posted by two different users in different places. This technique is essentially a version of the real thing.

They are carbon neutral

A carbon-neutral NFT GIF is something that everyone can get behind. These digital tokens are part of the Ethereum blockchain, which operates on a decentralized computer network. While blockchains are popular, they generate a lot of emissions. On average, each transaction uses 48 kilowatt-hours of energy - the equivalent of a day and a half of household power usage. To make this GIF, SuperRare commissioned artist Sven Eberwein to create it. The carbon-neutrality of the NFTs will be a good thing for the environment, as will be clear by the time anyone can appreciate the nifty animation.

While many people don't understand the science behind carbon-neutral GIFs, they are an amazingly beautiful way to share art. Many of the NFTs are crafted from images, so they can be used as tchotchkes. The only difference is that they are made from a carbon-neutral file, while traditional artworks are printed on paper. The Carbon-Neutral GIF is a way for artists to create and share art while promoting awareness of the need for fossil-free energy sources.

They are easy to make

To create an NFT GIF, just follow the steps below. After you've completed the process, you can easily share your creation online using a social media network. For those interested in making these images, there are many resources online that will help you create the best graphics. Some sites even let you create high-resolution GIFs from your pictures! So, why wait any longer? Get started today!

You can create NFTs from any image, file, or any other type of file. You can even create an NFT GIF by using a GIMP app. Then, upload it to one of the NFT platforms and wait for ETH to roll in! Make sure you promote your work so that it is easily found by potential buyers. The process is simple and fun! If you want to share your creation on social media, try NFT GIFs!

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surveyss 007.

Who was the last person that invited you to go somewhere? Did you accept? Uhhh, I was asked on a date by someone I just met and I did not accept. What was the last food item that you toasted, other than bread? Soooo.. does a bagel count? if not then I wanna say a poptart Have you ever named any of your pets after a cartoon character? Nooo. At what age did you get your first CD player, if you can remember? I think I was probably like 7? Do you remember the first CD you ever owned? What was it? I’m pretty sure it was Shania Twain. Have you ever owned any music on cassette tape? Oh definitely. We had a lot of cassettes for a while, because they were big for my dad’s DJ career. What was the last thing that someone else recommended, or suggested you try? My mom recommended a new tv show. My grandma recommended milk on fruit (blegh)

At what age did you begin using the Internet, social media etc.? we had the internet I want to say when I turned like 5? It didn’t do much for me until I was a teenager. Social media didn’t come into my world until.... 19? Do you remember what you were doing last night at 9PM? Ending things with Kile. When was the last time you wore a hat? What kind? I wore a Rural King green one like a week ago. Baseball hat. Love it. What was the last thing that you wore that belonged to someone else? Who did it belong to? A sweater of moms

The last time you saw your sibling(s), what were they wearing? Oooof. Ok so oldest bro: reflective work clothes. Sister: I’m pretty sure she was in a short sleeve t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Younger (older) brother: work clothes. When was the last time you ate a bowl of ice-cream? What flavour? Uhhh it was some gross brownie one that I thought would be good but it was bad bad bad. I had it while on vacation. If you menstruate, has your cycle ever synced with anyone close to you? Not that I’m really aware of. I have a very irregular cycle so it would shock me, tbh. Tell me about something within the last week that made you chuckle/giggle. Mom’s hard 75 story lololol What does your first name mean? Do you think it suits your personality? It means divine. Goddess of fertility, hunting, the moon, and childbirth. Uhhh, I really don’t know if it does or does not. No kiddos yet, so stay tuned. Tell me something positive about the town or city that you live in. It’s adorable, small, quiet, safe, and has the best 4th of july fest ever. Have you ever met anyone named Isobel? Tell me a little about this person. Not with that spelling, no. How far away from your house is the nearest library? About 5 blocks. When was the last time you were at a bookstore? Did you buy anything? SURPRISINGLY no. But I think that might have been the first time that has happened. I am usually a total sucker for book stores. What colour are the shoes you wear most often? How long have you had them? Uhhh in terms of gym shoes they are white. I’ve had them like 3ish years. Look around the room and name any item that's green. I have like 3 plants around me. Do you have any alcoholic beverages in your fridge right now? Which ones? I have a couple beers, ciders, and some hard liquor from graduation night. Finally, what is something you do every day that brings you joy? :) talk to benny

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Costumed Craving...

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13

Marianne had to take a moment to collect herself before she could coherently answer Bog. The thing about soulmates was that they weren’t just random individuals that fate threw together with a ‘best-of-luck’ shrug. They were specially matched to be both a balance and compliment to each other. Each was exactly what the other one needed and wanted, in whichever order they were to discover.

Take Dawn and Sunny’s relationship, for example. Believe it or not, those two had been best friends since childhood, with the latter blissfully unaware of the former’s biggest secret, not that it wasn’t difficult to hide as kids, but when puberty reared its ugly head, things got complicated.

Sunny fell in love while Dawn went cute boy-crazy. Marianne couldn’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for him, watching her sister take on the more, eh…traditional M.O. of a succubus; dating a seemingly endless string of tall, white guys; his exact opposite. He thought all he did was blend in, little knowing how he left all those jerks in the dust when it came to who Dawn really valued the most as a person.

She’d never once fed off Sunny. Dawn always claimed it would be disrespectful to their friendship. And through all her romantic flings and entanglements, she still made time to hang out with Sunny alone.

Then came the night of their senior prom.

It had been unusually cold and rainy that spring, and her date had come down with the flu at the last minute. Dawn had been wrecked, afraid she was going to miss out on the most special night of her high-school life, until Sunny volunteered to escort her himself, despite his responsibility as the event’s DJ. It was tricky, but they managed to make it work, with Sunny and his friend, Pare, taking turns manning the sound system so everyone could share plenty of dances.

When the prom was over, it was pouring outside, so heavily, that by the time Sunny and Dawn reached his mom’s beat-up Volvo, they were soaked through to the bone. Not realizing that Dawn wasn’t bothered by the chill as much as she was the wet, Sunny, like the gentleman he was (and is to this day), immediately switched on the heater, took off his tux jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, hugging her close in an attempt to get her warm before they drove home. Well, call it cliché as hell, but one thing led to another, and in the middle of their kissing, it happened.

Marianne would never forget how Dawn had later described it on the phone: All of the sudden, I just knew it. I could smell it and see it and taste it all at the same time! It was so weird and kinda scary, but so amazing! Like feeding times a thousand, a million! Everything was Sunny! My fangs finally grew out and the next thing I knew, I was drinking the blood straight from his heart!

Afterwards, placing Sunny’s passed out body in the backseat and driving frantically to her house so she and her father could explain everything to him when he came to was…awkward, to say the least. Dawn had been terrified that she was going to lose her dearest friend since kindergarten forever, but nature doesn’t make mistakes, and eventually, Sunny just smiled, saying he’d always believed there was something magical about her.

They’d been virtually inseparable ever since, marrying in college once Sunny had a year or two to get accustomed to his transformation, and moving into their own house in the same neighborhood as Dawn’s father; Lilin liked to stay near their families.

Dawn, like her mother, was a free-spirit. She was an almost obnoxiously peppy, optimistic, morning person, who’d try anything and everything at any given time, just for the fun of it. And while Sunny was similar, he had a stronger down-to-earth streak that helped Dawn relax and keep things in perspective, while she brought out his confidence and courage. He made her wiser, she made him stand out more; and together; they were deeply and truly happy.

Marianne had tried to deny how envious she was of them. Every Lilin longed to find their soulmate, and she’d been so afraid that she wouldn’t, even going so far as to lie to herself and think she didn’t want hers, thanks to the Roland disaster.

But she had.

Though she’d had a light handful of intimate partners in her lifetime, Marianne did not share her sister’s pre-bonding affinity for casual sex with all her prey. She normally preferred to take the ‘thief in the night’ approach, less personal that way. She was like her mother too, just in wit and sass, rather than flight of fancy; even if she could be somewhat inquisitive and impatient. Her mother’s passion had become her own, and that combined with her father’s rarely seen, but serious anger underneath his typically easy-going and friendly attitude, made Marianne a veritable hurricane when her small number of buttons were pushed.

Marianne was wild and tough, and she needed someone who could match her fire. Otherwise, her strength would crush them to bits, figuratively and very literally.

Bog was a hard-ass. He didn’t bullshit her; if he disagreed with her on something, he told her so, and they debated the subject thoroughly, fervently, and respectfully. They were also both fiercely competitive. Their dates were chock full of races, trivia, contests, point tallies, etc. He’d even come to the gym a few times to work out and spar with her. And the best part? No pun intended, but he never pulled any punches. Despite her obviously needing to physically dial it back to avoid suspicion and/or injuring him, she could still tell that he gave it his all. He didn’t take it easy on her because she was a woman; he treated her as an equal, right from the start. That’s how they were balanced.

Furthermore, she’d never known the true calming power of the color blue until she’d seen it in his eyes. As much as he could stir her up, he could settle her down just as easily, with his kindness and empathy. He soothed and consoled her, praised and encouraged her; reminded her of all the beauty and good in the world.

And for her part, she enticed him, beckoned him; drew him out of the lonely shadows that had whispered to him of his ugliness, his strangeness, his unworthiness to be loved. They gave each other hope, and that’s how they were complimented.

All that being said, if Bog thought her temper was familiar and comforting, then he should’ve taken a peek inside Marianne’s head when he’d growled at her.

Had she not been so stubbornly in denial, she could’ve saved herself a lot of torment. It was incredibly difficult for a Lilin to court a human, especially when the human in question was the Lilin’s soulmate. So much restraint, so much frustration! Like having an unbearable craving for a banana split, but only being allowed to eat the nuts and sprinkles! It was never enough!

But that was coming to an end. Bog’s transformation was almost complete; she could feel it in every pore of her skin. There was only one last thing he would need to do…

And if he accepted their bond on top of that task, then she wouldn’t have to hold back anymore. Hurricane would meet tornado, and it would be glorious! His show of dominance excited her; made the succubus rise in wanting to challenge him, but she had to stay in control! Just a bit longer. This was definitely not the time to be turned on.

What was important now, was getting him to want this.

“You’ll be able to see, smell, and hear better than any animal on this earth,” she explained, “you’ll have the strength of a hundred men, and be immune to almost any disease you can name.”

Something passed over Bog’s scowling face at that. Relief? Or awe, perhaps? Was he thinking about his father? Whatever it was, it vanished in a blink, and was replaced with concern.

“What about my mom?” He demanded. “I’m all she has, Marianne. I can’t leave her!”

“You won’t, Bog.” Marianne assured him. “You can live your life the way you always have. You’ll continue to age at the same rate you do now. You don’t have to give up anything. Not your friends, your family, your job, not even your favorite foods!”

“What? How can-?”

“It won’t give you nutrition or sustenance anymore, but you can keep on eating out of habit or just to enjoy the taste. My uncle Paul’s never stopped loving his bacon burgers, and I ate Poptarts as a kid; I still like ‘em.”

As her boyfriend considered this, Marianne put the cherry on top:

“You’ll even be able to walk on air.”

Bog’s gaze snapped to meet hers, first in confusion as to her meaning, but soon his jaw went slack for several beats as understanding dawned on his features and he struggled to speak again.

“Walk on-? Ye…y-y-ye mean we can…f-fly?”

He said ‘we’!!!

“Yes, Bog.” Marianne grinned gently. “We have wings!”

#strange magic #butterfly bog #marianne #bog king #hall0ween #m0nster #romance #mystery #angst #fic #part 13 #potionless #sunny #dawn

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justkeeponsimming · 7 years

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DJ Poptart in the hooouussseeee! With this aspiration, Poppy needs to max the dancing and DJing skills! We’ve already done the dancing skill (like, back in the days when Poppy had her own teenage #squad) so we only need to max the DJing skill!

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims #simblr #sims 4 #perfect sim challenge #poppy cho

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abstract-soprano-moved-blog · 7 years

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Be More Chill Sky High AU

I saw this textpost here by dear-enjolras-hansen and was inspired to make a bmc sky high au! I remember watching the movie as a kid and loving it. But, yeah, go read the DEH one cause it’s real fun and cute!

Jeremy

Telepathy/Mind control

His mind control powers only came to him in his junior year, and they’re not full brainwashing

Basically he can’t actually force people to do something, but he can place powerful feelings of wanting to do it in the person’s head

His telepathy is full blown though and he can’t turn it on or off

But when he gets flustered or goes through strong emotions other people’s thoughts get jumbled in with his own and he can’t really tell the difference

His telepathy only came in sophomore year so freshman year he was powerless and therefore placed as a sidekick

Even in sophomore year his telepathy was kind of useless in combat so it wasn’t until junior year when his mind control kicked in that he was moved up to hero

He’s always felt really inadequate and weak because of his powers or lack therefore of

The fact that he can hear people’s snide thoughts about him also put a dent in his self esteem

He got called creep a lot because people accused him of purposefully listening in on their thoughts

Once he got moved up to hero people started to like him a lot more though

He initially lets it go to his head and basically abandons Michael and Christine

Buuuut eventually he snaps out of it and realises he’s been a dick

(His guilty pleasure is listening in to Michael think about dorky things like video games and poptarts)

The only time he ever used his mind control outside of combat was to guide people to the right questions during tests

Eventually they fiqured him out and he has to take exams after school now

Realised end of sophomore year he’s in love with Michael

Realises that all of Michael’s thoughts are less bromantic and more romantic

Runs up to Michael last day before spring break and declares his love in the middle of the school hall

They kiss and there’s no voices in his head for a moment

Michael

Sooo everybody thinks it’s going to be technopathy but it’s actually sound manipulation

It’s pretty cool, he can make really good music with it

He can also kind of use it in combat like Coach Boomer

Basically he can use sound waves as a physical force

But he fails to portray that in initiation so he gets put as a sidekick

He isn’t too bothered about it because, hey, he’s got Jeremy

And that girl Christine seems nice

His powers came to him in middle school so he’s basically known since then he wants to go into composing

He spends his free time hanging out with Jeremy and Christine, making music, and researching 90s super heroes and sidekicks

Even though he’s doesn’t become popular until him and Jeremy make up after their fight, ever since first year he’s been hired as the DJ for every major event at school

He writes sappy love songs dedicated to Jeremy and only lets Christine and Chloe listen to them

They’re really good

One day Jeremy finds them and like… Michael basically dies of embarrassment

It’s all good though cause it ends in happy making out

Doesn’t actually really care all that much about superheros or superpowers

He’s more interested in human culture

He’s one of the only kids at their school that doesn’t immediately judge people by their powers

Christine

Shapeshifting

It was actually only a week before the start of her freshman year that her powers came to her

She can shapeshift into any animal or human

But she really hates using her powers for combat so she was placed as a sidekick

This is mostly due to the fact that during initiation she only shapeshifted into a toucan, a bunny, and Lindsey Lohan

She shapeshifts a lot

Christine aint afraid to use her powers basically every ten minutes

She just loves changing randomly into a gecko

She’ll often change herself to look like Jake to confuse people

Jake finds it absolutely hilarious

She also likes to play harmless pranks on people

Like everything’s normal and then BAM elephant in the canteen

One time she changed into a frog and snuck into Chloe’s school bag to surprise her

Needless to say she was almost turned into an icicle by accident

Even though she’s a sidekick and not really in any popular circles, everybody likes her so she’s kind of friends with everybody

She’s really close friends with Jeremy and Michael though so she confides mostly in them and vice versa

She’s super close with Jenna after junior year as well so they have kind of a queer platonic relationship going on

For three years she’s had to hear about Michael’s ‘unrequited’ love for Jeremy and then when they finally got together Jake tells her he’s got a massive crush on Rich

And she’s just like crying to Jenna “Why do people ask me for relationship advice, I’m demiromantic, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing!”

Rich

This boi is pyrokinetic!

His powers came to him during the summer holidays before sophomore year

When he came back he showed off like nobody’s business and they moved him up to hero

He’s popular but everybody is lowkey scared of him

Then one day at a party he has a mental break down due to stress of family life and identity crises and all this shit

And he accidentally burned down Jake’s house and put him and Jake in hospital

After that he was super afraid of using his powers at all and was at risk of being moved down to sidekick again which would absolutely crush his self esteem

It was actually Jeremy that came up to him and sat him down and let him talk out all his emotions

The next day Jeremy took Jake aside and told him how guilty Rich feels

Rich and Jake have a long conversation about it and Jake tells him that just because he messed up once doesn’t mean he should stop using his powers

Rich gets mental health support and starts building up his life again

And all his friends are there to support him as he does

He also realises he’s bi

Makes an appalling amount of fire puns

Has a tiny crush on Jake and ends up going to prom with him

They spend the night together and after that start dating

It’s pretty good

Rich used to bully Jeremy about his powers but now they’re an really good terms

Him and Brooke basically talk to eachother about everything

She just gets him so they have a close platonic relationship

One year they went as a sexy angel and sexy devil for halloween

(Rich was the devil)

Jake

Super speed/Super strength

Immediately put as a hero without having to do initiation because of his parents

Jake’s had his powers since he was like ten so he knows how to use them really well

In school, people with more than one super power are already admired, that’s why Jeremy suddenly became really popular when he realised he could use mind control

But Jake’s just naturally an awesome guy

He’s basically the most popular guy in sky high

He prefers using his super speed more than his super strength but he’s well trained in both

Pretty much set for life since his mums were both well known superheros

He’s following in their footsteps

Already stopped a few small bank robberies

Dated Chloe all throughout freshman year

Broke up with her when he realised he was only with her because they were both the ‘most popular girl/boy in school’

Dated Brooke for a bit in sophomore year and then went on a few dates with Christine in junior year

Drunkenly made out with Jeremy one time during Jeremy’s ‘popular’ phase

Basically he’s hooked up with a bunch of kids at school

Because he’s seen as the ‘golden boy’, he feels a lot of pressure to do well as well as keep up his image to his classmates

Turns to sex and alcohol for stress release

He had a problem and refused to get help but after he almost burned to death and was put in hospital it was kind of like a wake up call for him

He got his shit together and he still regularly goes to AA meetings

Gets an extreme puppy love crush on Rich their senior year

Keeps doing things like lifting up benches or running to catch footballs on the other side of the school to try and impress him

It works out well in the end

Really good friends with Brooke, Chloe and Jenna

They make him carry their shopping bags and sometimes them when they go shopping

Chloe

Ice powers

She’s had her powers since the end of elementary school so she’s really talented with using them

She can kick ass in combat but also uses her powers to create ice sculptures and cool her drinks up in the summer

Put as hero no question

Best at combat in sky high behind Jake

On her way to becoming a great superhero

Is often called ‘Ice Queen’

She likes it and is thinking of using it for her alias

Has to deal with a lot of Elsa jokes

She just freezes people to get them to shut the fuck up about it

Loves to pair up with Rich during training

Watching them spar is spectacular

Her, Brooke, Rich and Jake are all training buddies

In her senior year she becomes basically best friends with Michael

They sit and bitch about people while listening to Michael’s latest composition

After Brooke and Jake broke up Chloe and Brooke started up a ‘friends with benefits thing’

Then Chloe realised she was actually in love with Brooke and wanted to cuddle and kiss her non-sexually

So she puts up a massive ice sculpture outside Brooke’s house one day junior year that says ‘BE MY GIRLFRIEND’

They become a couple

Has been close friends with Jenna since they were kids, and even though she acts like she’s perpetually annoyed by her, Chloe is super overprotective of Jenna

Like she’s overprotective of all her friends (especially Brooke), but like it’s really noticeable with Jenna

Once knocked a guy out for making fun of Jenna being a sidekick

She’s a very angry teen just cause of social and academic pressure, as well as her crippling insecurity

When she’s super angry she’ll storm off to be alone

And just sit and let the things around her slowly be overtaken by frost and ice

Turns lakes into ice rinks in the summer for her and her friends to skate on

Brooke

Flight

Brooke’s had her powers since she was a baby

Her parents had to put an extra secure cage on her cot so that she would stop whizzing around her room at midnight

She also had to be put on a child leash for her toddler years

She loves flying so much

Hardly ever walks anywhere

Just floats around like 3 cm off the ground

Hero

She’s great in combat and is expected to be a superhero in the future

But she has her heart set on being a trainer

The spotlight kind of freaks her out so she’s much happier supporting people instead

Has been pining over Chloe since middle school and when she wakes up to see the ice sculpture in her garden she flies down from her bedroom window and scoops Chloe up superman style and kisses her

When she gets upset she flies up to a really high cloud and just kind of… sits there and cries

She like to fly around with Christine when she’s shapeshifted into a bird

She gets called ‘airhead’ a lot as a joke and even though she laughs along it makes her quite self conscious about her intelligence

She just feels like everybody always only sees her power when they look at her and not her

BFFs with Rich

Even though she’s scared to stand up for herself she’ll protect her friends against bullies

If anybody makes fun of any of her friends she takes their school bag or some other possession and puts it on the roof of the school

And then refuses to get it down for them

Jenna

Technopath

Nobody expected it because everybody forgets the fact that Jenna is actually super smart

She’s super good with any kind of technology, but especially mobile devices

Constantly has her phone with her

Is initially placed as hero in freshman year but she mostly uses her powers to snoop on people’s group chats and the school’s secrets

Cause she could not give less of a shit about being a superhero

She gets moved down to sidekick halfway through freshman year

The only thing she’s worried about is that her popularity is rapidly decreasing

She starts getting left out of loads of shit because being a sidekick means you’re a loser, basically

But she manages to crawl her way back up the social ladder due to her friendships with Chloe, Brooke and Jake

But everybody just completely labels her as a sidekick tagging along behind a group of heroes

So she always just assumes that people are friends with her out of pity or to utilise her power in some way

It takes a lot of time and reassurance from her friends to realise that that isn’t the case

She actually starts to care about her future in like sophomore year and starts to work hard on training with her powers and her grades

End of senior year she gets an offer to work with the government which she takes

Really close friends with Christine

They move in together after high school

They’re quite codependent on each other but not in an unhealthy way

They’re just super close

The lines between a platonic and romantic relationship between them are blurred

Close friends with Chloe and texts her about every piece of gossip she hears

Favourite hobby is hacking into homophobes/transphobes/racists/etc blogs and changing them to look like foot fetish blogs

I may have to write a fic of this… But yeah. BMC Sky High AU

#be more chill #bmc #sky high #sky high au #bmc sky high au #jeremy heere #michael mell #boyf riends #christine canigula #jenna rolan #richard goranski #jake dillinger #richjake #chloe valentine #brooke lohst #pinkberry #cinnabun

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