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the first part of this series.

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: the new semester at chicago university started with nothing more than the troubles of relationships, rumors, and studies. everything was going fine until the death of their bestfriend. at the end of the day there’s only one question they can ask; would you love somebody enough to kill for them?

warnings: mentions of death and murder, alcohol, drinking, semi public smut, homophobia, assault.

Chicago, Illinois. The place I’ve been living in for the past nineteen years. Most people look at our city as a tourist attraction. The scenery catching many visitors eyes as they stopped through the states of the northeast.

What made it so interesting? I wouldn't know. There was much beauty to the actual city, I'll admit that, but there was more mystery under the rooted trees of Illinois.

My life in Chicago was something I’ve grown comfortable with, almost like a routine.

Walking back from school with my best friends while the wind entangled our hair, a group of people I cherished with every fibre of my being.

I met Natalie first, she was one of the popular girls in our elementary school and I was… not. But one day she asked me to color with her and she’s been stuck by my side since, like sisters.

We argued occasionally, like sisters did, but other than that we’ve been close ever since. We’ve made it through middle school, high school, and now we were attending college together, along with the a few other members of our group.

Through Natalie I met Jackson, yet another person who I considered to be too popular for my presence, but somehow the dynamic worked.

The two of them have been on and off since freshman year of high school. Though, no matter how much they went through they always ended up together again. No amount of tears would stop that.

Nobody even considered what they had to be a relationship. Most wouldn’t even consider it love. They loved each other obviously, they’d known each other for so long. But they’ve never been in love, but in lust instead.

It was not a relationship I ever aspired for.

When I was left to play by myself at recess, Nick had approached me, his atmosphere was immediately welcoming and we became swing buddies for the rest of middle school—Even when it was considered childish.

Nick was someone I could tell everything to, there was never judgement between the two of us and it was always comfortable, safe.

Clicking with Nicks brother Chris was easy, him and I were practically the same person and we shared so many similar thought processes. It was like a brother-sister dynamic, sure, there was bickering and teasing, but at the end of the day I knew he’d be there for me. His words of affirmation got me through high school, but for a while Matt was just sort of… there.

He was never one to start a conversation, even getting him to actively participate in one was a stretch. He was reserved and mainly kept to himself. I didn’t mind though, because when he did speak it was sweet.

Our dynamic started to change our junior year of highschool. Through raging hormones, and the fact we were always together, it was inevitable that our friendship would soon change.

Now we’d been together for two years. The best two years of my life.

Matt was my first boyfriend, and he was the perfect example of how every boyfriend should be. He was loving, caring, and would do anything for me. I’ll never forget the day that changed everything.

“Chris! What are you doing?” Nick asked, visibly annoyed at his brother’s actions. Chris just rolled his eyes in response. “It’s a small bite Nick calm down, you’re acting like I ate the whole thing.”

Nick scoffed. “Have you heard of asking? Last time I checked we weren’t obligated to share food since we were in the womb thirteen years ago.” He rolled his eyes.

“Hey guys—” Matt started speaking from beside me, not getting far before his brother interrupted him. Like usual.

“It’s ice cream Nick, not gold.” Chris replied as he takes another bite of his own fro yo, clearly not understanding or caring for his brother’s frustrated reaction.

Our group had decided to bike to the local ice cream diner on the warm summer day, especially because those days aren’t common in Chicago.

“Guys let’s—” Matt’s cut off yet again, even after raising the volume behind his voice. I look to him briefly, not wanting to stare but also feeling bad for the boy.

The rest of the group eventually continues their conversation, not even acknowledging Matt or his attempts to speak and it’s clear he’s defeated—his head laying low as he mumbled something to himself.

I felt a slight sting to my heart looking at him like that, it wouldn’t feel right to join in with the rest of the group. “Hey Matt?”

His head perked up, he made eye contact with me as a slight glimmer of hope re entered his face. “Yeah Charlotte?” He asked.

I smile, him and I aren’t close, but for whatever reason seeing him happy made me happy. “What were you trying to say earlier?”

Ever since that simple summer day, getting ice cream with the group, Matt and I had a newfound understanding for one another.

He wasn’t always listened to, getting caught behind his over achieving brothers in almost every aspect of his life, but I would always be there to tell him that he’s doing enough—that he is enough.

This wasn’t a one sided thing though, I had often struggled with surges of sadness. There wasn’t always a reason but it could easily get to a point where I’d lose all motivation for everything and feel incredibly helpless—and maybe I was a little helpless, but I always had Matt there to try to help and that’s what stuck with me.

He’d clean my room if it felt too overwhelming to complete, or just sit in silence next to me when I didn’t have it in me to speak to him. It’s a mutual relationship that’s carried by balance on both ends and it works for us.

This general understanding of one another has made us… close.

“Mm— fuck just like that.” I let out a muffled moan as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, a familiar hand covering my mouth as our bodies moved in a rhythm that suits us.

My leg begins to ache slightly as it’s propped up on a toilet seat, but it’s impossible to focus on anything when Matt’s thrusting his hips into me at a pace I can’t stay quiet in—one hand is placed gently on my lower stomach as leverage for him to thrust impossibly deeper into me while his other hand holds a firm pressure on my swollen lips, keeping me silent.

Public sex was not something on my bucket list, but the combination of my boyfriend's neediness and my inability to focus on anything other than his hands… it was kind of inevitable.

“Stay quiet baby, cmon.” He speaks quietly, clearly fighting back moans of his own as his tip continually makes contact with my g-spot, the angle only making the feeling more intense.

One thing about a quickie is that it needs to be quick, the loud music pouring through the hinges of the door serving as a constant reminder that we aren’t entirely alone.

I’m unable to speak fully, but Matt knows me well enough to know I’m close by the way my back arches away from him and my toes curl slightly onto the seat.

He also knows exactly what it takes for me to finish quick.

The boys lips make gentle contact with my exposed neck, sucking at a spot he’s grown comfortable with while his hand on my lower stomach inches even lower. “You gonna cum for me here? Getting fucked senseless in a public bathroom turn you on?” He asks.

Once again I’m unable to reply, if I speak, I moan—and that’s the last thing we need with our whole friend group out in the living room, oblivious to our current position.

His fingers make a light contact with my throbbing clit, causing my head to fall back into his shoulder as my body shutters at the touch. Subconsciously I clench onto him, nearing my orgasam already, what’s unfortunate is that he’s unable to mask the moan that escapes his lips.

I love his noises, always have—but right now? I wish the fucker would shut the hell up.

He looked at me with an apology riddled in his blue eyes, and it’s hard not to forgive him with his fingers that pick up the pace on my clit and his hips that continue to slam into my walls.

Definitely forgiven.

I grab on the sink in front of me to stabilize myself, my orgasam still threatening to release onto the length inside of me, my mouth widening at the sensation coursing through my body. He leans in to whisper into my ear once more. “Can you be quiet cumming on my cock pretty girl?”

I nod almost too enthusiastically as the build up in my stomach becomes too overwhelming to ignore, squeezing my eyes shut and biting my lip, trying so desperately to stay quiet—although with Matt’s slip up, it might be a lost cause.

My abs clench as shocks of pleasure shoot through my muscles, the feelings of Matt’s chest pressed against my back has me smiling at the closeness of it all, the small amount of intimacy that can come with a bathroom quickie.

He finishes practically right after me. He also got off knowing how good he made me feel, that was his favorite part.

With one more kiss planted on my temple he pulls out, discarding the condom in the small trashcan while I slide my pants back on, pulling down my shirt slightly to fully cover myself again.

We look to each other once more, mentally preparing ourselves for the walk of shame, knowing Matt’s loud ass will be teased by our friends awaiting our return. I place a finger on his chest. “This is your fault Matthew just letting you know.” He smiles slightly before opening the door and walking out to the slightly less crowded living room.

Our friend group resides in the living room, sprawled around the floor and the couch, most of them at least five drinks in.

Matt’s hand stayed interlocked with mine as we occupied our recent position on the couch beside the window cill littered with our old drinks.

I knew someone was going to mention something regarding Matt and I’s disappearance to the bathroom, but the last thing I needed was the recently found annoying voice from across the room to bring it up.

“Did you two have fun?” Natalie asked, raising her eyebrow as she leaned further against her seat. I rolled my eyes before shaking my head, taking my previous cup from the window.

She clearly sensed my annoyance, but she was drunk, and she was also Natalie which meant she didn’t care enough to move on.

“Better than doing it with Collin’s in there.” She chuckled lightly, her flushed cheeks turning into a smile as she ran her fingers throughout her dirty blonde locks.

My grip on Matt’s hand tightened out of pure frustration and embarrassment. At a party full of half of our class, and this is what she wanted to talk about. The rumor had been spreading like wildfire, and there was only one person to blame.

Natalie.

Her recent inquiries and speculations over me hooking up with our professor for extra credit instead of just doing the work myself.

"We've all been there before, there's no shame." Natalie shrugged as she brought the red solo cups to her matching red lips. Her eyes were heavy and her words were slow, more relaxed than her usual personality.

l let out a soft sigh as my gaze traced towards her.

This wasn't the night I wanted to talk about anything regarding Natalie's theories about my personal life. Even though they were obviously wrong, and everyone else could vouch for that.

She looked at me with her drunken eyes, her expression screaming I don't believe you as she took another drink.

"I don't blame you, he's hot."

"You're just getting ridiculous." I finally snapped, my jaw slightly clenched as I turned to her once more. Suddenly the attention was only on me. She furrowed her eyebrows in surprise. "Do you have anything better to do?” I shook my head.

It was becoming hard to pretend that her constant comments weren't driving me crazy. Even if I knew that they shouldn't, and even if I knew that what she was saying was just her own personal beliefs.

The room quickly turned silent as my eyes remained on Natalie. Her cheeks flushed red. Either from the alcohol or being put on the spot for the first time in her life.

"Excuse me?" She replied, setting down her drink as a soft laugh left her lips. I let out a frustrated breath before pushing myself from the couch, letting my feet take me as far away from her as possible. Even if that was just the kitchen.

I placed my hands on the counter, taking a deep breath as the crowd pushed around me, pouring endless combinations of beverages into their recycled red cups.

Only a few moments had passed before a pair of ringed hands came in contact with my waist. I let out a muffled sigh as Matt turned me around, my face coming in contact with his. He smiled gently, running his hands along my hipbone.

"You ok?" He mumbled, scanning my face as I rolled my eyes with a shrug. I crossed my arms over my chest before I finally nodded. "I'm fine, she's drunk." I replied.

“Doesn’t mean she’s not annoying you.” He replied, his cold rings continuing to glide along my hips as his eyes stay fixated on my own.

He’s right of course, Natalie became more and more annoying as time went on, her inflated self esteem made it impossible to be around her sometimes—but she’s still apart of the group that stays rooted in middle school friendships.

“I’m just sick of the shit.” I pause, taking a quick swig of whatever random substance resides on the counter next to me. “But professor Collin’s? Really?” I sighed.

He frowned gently, pushing a strand of hair behind my face as he continued to look down at me. His eyes had been slightly glazed over from the alcohol mixed with our recent events.

“I don’t love the way he talks to you.” He said, quietly enough to avoid anyone overhearing this conversation. The rumor was already spread, no need to continue to slander my name.

I roll my eyes. “He’s a nice guy with a wife and kids. I don’t think he’s an actual weirdo he just…” I paused my words. “He chooses the wrong way to say things sometimes”

“He also wants to get in your pants.” He blurts out slightly.

I can’t be bothered to continue this conversation anymore, we’ve talked about it before but I stand by the innocence of the teacher-student dynamic I share with my professor. “He’s not the only one.” I tease, pulling Matt closer to me by the loops on him jeans, his hips connecting with my own.

“Ok, weirdo we get it.” He shakes his head, a smile plastered on his face. “Why don’t we go back to the bathroom?” I asked, a faux frown plastered on my face as I tugged him impossibly closer. Our bodies pressed together.

He hummed in response before gesturing to our friends back on the couch. “They might think we’re ditching them.” He breathed out, his hands running along my hips.

“I’m okay with that.” I shrugged, a smile taking over my face as my gaze remained on Matt. He chuckled lightly before shaking his head. “Wait until I can treat you right on a real bed, make it worth your while.” He joked.

“I enjoyed it.”

“I did too.” He assured, nodding gently. “But it’s too risky to go back.” He spoke with a raised brow. It was true, it was definitely risky, but it was also so worth it.

Another sigh escaped my lips as I let go off his denim loops, wrapping my arms around my chest. He returned the sigh.

“Hey.” He breathed out, taking my hand off of my chest and interlocking them. “Don’t be mad at me.” He spoke, raising his eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes, starting to speak again before hearing a crash in the living room behind us. I furrowed my eyebrows, letting go of Matt’s hand as I walked from the kitchen towards the noise.

My eyes widened as I saw Bryce on the floor, the familiar boy Josh on top of him, continuing to swing punches like that was all he could do. Matt stood next to me, a heavy breath leaving his lips before rushing forward.

Bryce Reyes was Nicks boyfriend. They’d been together for exactly three months now, and he was one of the best and only additions to our group in a long time.

Always a light to our constant chaotic mess of a group, his smile providing a sense of calm to everyone, especially to Nick. It’s why we all like him so much, anyone Nick likes we like.

Natalie stood from the couch, drunken words leaving her slips as everyone watched the scene unfold in front of them.

“You like fucking boys?” Josh asked before his fists collided with his cheekbone again. The blood on his face was getting more visible by the minute, a panicked Nick stood in the corner of the room. The party went silent.

“Enough—” Matt yelled, placing his hands on Josh’s shoulders, attempting to pull him off of Bryce before he himself was pushed back. My heart raced in my chest.

Matt stood from the ground, frustration on his features as he tried to breakup the fight once more, but nobody paid any attention to him, still focused on the terrifying scene unraveling.

“You’re pathetic.” Josh scoffed, his hands tightening around the collar of Bryce’s shirt, pulling him from the ground.

“He said enough!” Jackson spoke, successfully pulling Josh off of Bryce who laid against the carpet with more than just a bloody nose. His hair was a mess, his eye was already bruising, and he looked like he had been found at the scene of a crime.

His actions were successful, Josh standing up before wiping his own bloody nose, a slight smirk pulling his the side of his mouth. Nick rushed toward Bryce’s side as the party slowly started to resume once again.

I glanced toward my side, a purely pissed off Matt standing with his jaw clenched. It was obvious why he was upset. No one listened to him. He shook his head before turning on his heel.

“Matt, where are you going?” I frowned, taking a step forward but he had already rushed toward the doors of the party. There was no point to try and run after him, he would push me away like he had been recently.

I sighed, running my hands through my hair. I needed to let Matt cool off, and I was fine doing that as long as I knew he was safe.

“Don’t stress.” Chris spoke, walking beside me as he held an empty bottle of vodka, clearly starting to cleanup the mess. “He always comes back.” He shrugged before walking past me.

Chris was my bestfriend, practically my closest, and I loved him. But sometimes I wish he paid more attention to his brother.

It hurt me to see him hurt.

My arms slumped against the wooden desk as I groaned lightly, the slight hangover behind my head. The fluorescent lights of the classroom hadn’t been helping either.

I had returned back to my dorm soon after. I hadn’t heard from Matt since, so seeing him for the first time in class was making me more nervous than I should.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he was mad at me for not running after him— I was just trying to help. But then again that’s usually where I seem to go wrong.

The only thing I did know was that Natalie hadn’t returned last night. My only assumption could be that she snuck off with Jackson after the party, and she was still intertwined against his body popping a bottle of pain killers or whatever else it is she does.

They had gotten back together one month ago after their two week separation period. The last time I had seen her she was drooling over him with a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

“Have you seen Natalie?” I asked Chris, furrowing my eyebrows with a soft sigh as I glanced around the room. There was still no trace of her, and the silence filling the air could prove it.

The early mornings of Professor Collin’s American history course were usually filled with recent gossip, and constant giggling.

Today it was silent.

And it was suffocating.

Chris shook his head with a soft shrug before taking his notebook from his bag, turning the pages as the desk beside me soon became occupied. I looked over to see Matt with an undeniable smile crossing over my face as he turned to me.

“You ok?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. He nodded quickly, returning the smile before taking his supplies out as well. I didn’t question him, instead nodding before our professor walked in, his eyes instantly finding mine.

He gave me the usual flustered smile before walking to his desk, turning the projector and preparing for the lecture.

I didn’t mind history, I actually enjoyed it. Though sometimes it got frustrating when my professor couldn’t find the right words to express how well I did on my recent assignment.

The class went by slow. Two hours of endless notes and timelines that I wouldn’t remember by the next day.

“One last question to wrap this up.” Professor Collin’s spoke, an amused smile on his face before his eyes turned to me. “You can answer, right?” He asked, raising his eyebrow.

I furrowed my eyebrow, sighing gently before looking down at my half assed noted. Instead of denying I simply nodded.

“Great!” He exclaimed, walking over toward me as his arms crossed over his chest. “During which war was a Christmas Truce called?” He asked. I took a deep breath, glancing down to my notes before scrunching my face in confusion.

“We didn’t learn that.” I shook my head. He nodded slowly before walking away from my desk. “We didn’t, but we did in my other history class. Which I think you would be interested in.” He spoke again. I sighed.

“I don’t have the time.” I replied, nodding slowly as I tried to change the conversation. The last thing I needed after last night was even more rumors circulating.

Especially when my boyfriend is beside me.

The professor frowned gently, clearly causing a scene in front of the entire class “Come on, you can’t drop one class— for me?” He asked. My eyes widened in embarrassment.

I didn’t respond, instead shaking my head as I swallowed my nerves. I could feel Matt’s eyes against my head like lasers.

“That’s ok.” He sighed again, before turning to the clock on the wall. “Class is over anyway.” He mumbled before sitting in his desk once more. I let out a breath of relief before standing up, sliding my books into my bag as quickly as possible before turning through the door.

My book bag was tightly pressed against my shoulders as I walked along the sidewalk of our campus. My eyes people watched with every step I took back to my dorm.

One of my favorite parts about our University was the variety of people that attended. Endless opportunities to make new friends, but for some reason I’ve had the same ones for years.

“Wait up!” A familiar voice called from behind me. I quickly turned around, my expression relaxing once I saw it was only Matt. He gave me a soft smile before running toward me, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before walking beside me.

“Let’s do something later.” He suggested as he interlaced our hands together. I liked when he didn’t mention the obvious.

“I can’t, I have to study.” I spoke with a soft sigh, frowning gently as he swung our arms back and forth. He chuckled lightly. “You’d rather study than see me?” He asked.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. He was so stubborn sometimes. So prone to take everything out of context just to get a kick out of me.

“That isn’t what I said.” I replied as we continued to walk throughout the campus. He shrugged, our arms still swinging in the air. “Then have me over. I’ll help you study.” He spoke.

Another sigh escaped my lips. I wanted to see Matt, I really did, but Natalie would be back at some point tonight.

I also really did have to study.

There wasn’t a response from me, instead simple silence as we approached the building. I turned to him with a raised brow, an amused smirk creeping on his face. “So it’s a yes?”

“Fine.” I sighed, rolling my eyes as he smiled down at me. It was so hard to say no to someone with a smile like that.

“You know I love you, right?” Matt asked, playing with the lace fabric of my shirt as I read the book in front of me. Our bodies were intertwined as my back rested against his chest.

I furrowed my eyebrows before nodding, placing my bookmark in between the pages before closing my book. I turned around so I was facing him, my legs over his.

“I know.” I smiled gently, scanning his face with a worried expression. “Why?” I asked, the obvious confusion present in my time. He didn’t reply instead his cheeks filling red before he pulled me closer to him by my waist.

He brought his lips against mine, his hands moving up my sides. I almost melted into his touch instantly, but I wanted an answer.

I pulled away from him, a frown replacing his one blushed expression. “What?” He mumbled, sliding his hand under my shirt gently, letting it rest against the fabric of my jeans.

“Why’d you say that?” I asked, raising my eyebrow as I looked down at him. He shrugged before laughing lightly. “I just wanted to remind you.” He nodded. My eyebrows furrowed.

For whatever reason it felt as though he cut off his own thoughts, but our dynamic worked because I don’t pry, so I’m not going to start now.

He leans in once more, presumably to stop me from asking more questions, but it was easy to get distracted when kissing him.

My hands make their way to his hair, scratching slightly on the back of his head in the way i know always makes him shiver.

Unfortunately, being the boy that he is, he takes this as a sign to begin lifting up my shirt, pulling the fabric up on my back exposing the back of my bra.

“Ok lover boy.” I pull back out of the kiss. “As much as I’d love to continue this I do have to study and you are meant to help me.” I sighed, placing a finger on his chest as I’ve fully leaned away.

He lets out an overdramatic sigh, faking a frown as I pull myself off of him. “If I fail this lit course it will be your fault.” I say, refocusing my attention on the numerous notes displayed in front of me.

“Yeah yeah I get it. Be studious.” Matt sits up, leaning against me as I sort through all the papers that remain unorganized. “What’s this test worth again?” He asks as, resting his chin on my shoulder, his breath on my neck causing a slight chill down my spine.

“It’s like fifteen percent I think but—” I get cut off by the sound of my phone ringing, my mom’s profile picture lighting up the screen.

My relationship with my parents was complicated. I was raised by two workaholics who would rather solve numerous crimes than drive their daughter to her first ballet recital.

I respect it, obviously, but Chicago will always have crime. They do great things and they help people, I just wish it didn’t come at the expense of my childhood.

The phone doesn’t ring for long when I finally pick it up, a smile on my face. “Hey mom what’s up?” I asked, looking at Matt who has a stupid innocent smirk on his face.

As embarrassing as it might be to admit, I was excited my mom was calling me because at least, even if she was out at work, she was still talking to me. I loved talking to my mom—when she wasn’t swamped with cases that is.

“Char sweetie, It’s about Natalie.” She spoke with a tone that terrifies me, one that’s both serious yet cautious—something I wasn’t expecting when answering.

“What’s up? Everything okay?” My eyebrows furrowed, I’m sure Natalie’s fine, she always is. I would place money on her being at Jackson’s place right now with a killer hangover and a dead phone.

“Are you alone right now?” My mom finally asked, causing a sense of worry to course through my stomach. My face must show how i’m feeling because Matt adapts the same expression, one of worry.

“I’m uh, I’m with Matt right now. Are you sure everything’s okay?” I asked, worry fueling my voice as I await a respond.

“Natalie was murdered.”

You know when people say that certain phrases or experiences can freeze time? This was mine.

The rest of the call was a blur, my mom telling me to seek comfort in Matt because she’s swamped with this case, but really I just wanted to hug her, I wanted to hug my mom and have her tell me everything’s okay.

Death is weird. One second, someone’s there. Annoying or not they are there and that feels constant—until it isn’t.

I could find Natalie annoying all I want, and I could continue to be upset over a dumb rumor, but she was family to me, possibly the closest I ever had.

When I hang up the phone I freeze, eyes situated on the sight ahead of me as my brain tries to process this, tears traveling down my cheeks before I can fully comprehend this situation at hand.

Matt gently places his hand on my upper back and the contact was enough to send me over the edge, the build up in my stomach releasing and sobs exiting my mouth. “It’s okay baby It’s okay.”

He doesn’t even know why I’m crying, I doubt he heard the phone but he’s still here for me regardless. “She’s gone Matt, they said she was—” I choke, trying to gain composure for the boy. “She was murdered.”

I’m simply a mess, my stomach hurts from the muscles tensing at each sob I let out. Matt’s hand just rubs soft strokes on my back as my head falls into his lap.

She’s gone and the last thing I did was bitch her out. I can’t get that night back.

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a/n: sincerely, sienna and grace

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smusherina · 9 days

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yard work - chapter 11 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

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Making the scrapbook was cathartic. Remembering the good times, the innocence of your childhood, was as much of a joy as it was painful. The pictures were all quite good quality since Abuela had had a film camera. Some photos had been taken with a digital camera, which had probably originally belonged to the Georges and ended up in your possession somewhere along the way.

Regina and yourself playing in the Georges' backyard and swimming in their pool, beaming smiles directed at the camera. You could almost hear the laughter. I miss when we used to be able to just have fun together like this. I guess it's a part of growing up.

Regina in a white frilly dress, carrying a small basket of flower petals, donning a crown of roses on her head. She was pouting, clearly unimpressed by the whole thing. You hadn't been at the wedding since it was a George event, but Regina's mom had been so elated her daughter had gotten to be the flower girl. I remember I was so jealous you got to go to a wedding and I couldn't. You hated it, though, which was funny. You used to leave the room whenever your mom insisted we watch the tape. I wonder if she still has it.

You sitting with Regina, hip to hip, on plastic chairs while a newlyborn Kylie slept in your laps. Regina, eyes stuck on her baby sister and a thoughtful look on her face, while you looked at the camera with a smile. She's growing up so fast. Don't think I don't know you care about her. There's gonna be a time you'll regret not spending time with her. I already feel it.

Mrs George, Abuela, Regina, Kylie in her mom's arms, and you grouped together at a parking lot. You and Regina had on little graduation gowns and had scrolls in your hands. Elementary school graduation. The summer before middle school. End of an era. I love your mom's clothes, they're so nineties. Does she still have those jeans? You should get ahold of them before somebody else does...

Remember when I sliced my hand open when we were peeling apples? That was a time for sure. I still have the scar!

You taped pictures onto the pages, wrote little things here and there, hoping the labour of your love wouldn't end up in the garbage. Or if it did, Regina would read skim through it first.

I think this album was the first time we agreed on music. Britney Spears really brought us together, huh? We even learned the choreography of Baby One More Time. Mrs George loved it. I bet there's a video of that somewhere.

Mostly the scrapbook was filled with anecdotes about your childhoods together. You did write a letter of sorts on the first page, regarding your intentions with the whole thing.

I made this for you to commemorate the good times we had. You know me regrettably well, so I think you know how I tend to hold onto things. I still have that gaudy pink Build-A-Bear you made me for Valentine's Day that one time. It's one of my most important possessions, only second to the memories we have together. You'll always be a friend to me, Reggie. If not forever, or from now on, then back then. I love you. Yours, Jorts.

You'd pretty much finished the whole thing by the end of the weekend. You spent Monday and Tuesday decorating the front cover, mostly because you purposefully put it off. You cut out letters from magazines and glued them there, painstakingly forming the words Reggie & Jorts. You'd tried to come up with something clever, but making a pun or a dumb joke felt like cheapening the whole album. A simple name made up for with fabulous decorations!

You weren't much of a painter, but you figured it'd be fitting if the album reflected its contents. It was fine if the roses you painted looked like a five-year-old did them. A good majority of the pictures featured you and Regina huddled around a crafts table, similar projects scattered all around you, young with clumsy hands but filled with artistic passion.

The album in itself was an earthy green colour, something Regina undoubtedly found ugly. The flowers brightened it up somewhat, but there was only so much ages-old acrylic paints could do. You outlined some with Sharpies. If you didn't know better, one could assume it looked like that on purpose.

You took it with you to school on Wednesday. You had it weighing your backpack down the whole day. You sweated under all your layers, and by the end of it, you were sure you were sporting some epic pit stains. Gross, but you were so nervous. You hadn't broken into anyone's locker in so long. And it was Regina George's locker.

You loitered around the hallways as they emptied out steadily, people heading home or off to extracurriculars. As you approached Regina's locker, you swallowed down your nervousness and got to work.

It wasn't hard. The combination locks were all old and weak, more of a formality than an actual barrier between one's stuff and a burglar. The lock clicked open easily and you wasted no time in stuffing your album inside.

"Hey!" Just as the resounding click of the lock going back into place came, a voice called out to you. "What are you doing with Regina's locker?"

"Uhh..." Gretchen Wieners stood at the intersection of hallways, hands on her hips and accusatory eyes burning holes in you. You made the swift decision that you did not have time for this. You booked it.

"Hey! Get back here!" Gretchen, surprisingly considering her heels, started after you. "What did you put in it? You cannot prank Regina, or- or, oh, was it a bomb?"

"It's not a bomb!" You shouted over your shoulder, sprinting towards the exit. The aggressive clacking of Gretchen's heels on the floors as she ran after you would surely haunt your nightmares. How could she even keep up with you?

"If it's not a bomb then what!" How was she closing in on you? It seemed like she was not even fazed by your little race, meanwhile, you were already winded. The exit was not that far away, but it felt like miles.

"It's Regina's business now! Ask her tomorrow at school or something!" The doors to freedom approached. "Stop chasing me!"

"Stop running!"

"No!"

You burst out and quickly hopped down the stairs, two at a time. Gretchen was still on your tail, but once she got to the top of the stairs shouted: "Karen! Tackle her!"

You hadn't even noticed Karen fucking Shetty. There was no not noticing her when the girl sprinted at you with perfect athletic form and squashed you like a linebacker.

You collided and flew into the snow. Better than the concrete of the footpath but it still hurt like a bitch.

"Get off of me!" You tried to get out from under her, but Karen was surprisingly dense. She was small but it was as if there were stones in her body instead of organs. "Fuck!"

"Keep her there, Karen, very good."

"Thanks!" Karen beamed, which was a much more common expression on her than the bloodlust she'd shown earlier.

"This has nothing to do with you." You snarled, still wriggling. "This is between Regina and me."

"Whatever's between Regina is between us," Gretchen said, all hoity-toity. "Now, tell me exactly what you put in her locker."

"A fucking photo album." You hissed, closing your eyes and clenching your jaw. What lie could you come up with? "Our families used to know each other. It's mostly pictures of her, so I just thought to... Return it."

"Oh, that's so nice!" Karen's hold loosened and you went to escape.

"Nuh-uh, not good enough." Just like that, Karen's weight slammed back down onto you. Your breath wooshed out of your lungs.

"What more do you want?" You wheezed out, getting sick and tired of this.

"Why was it in your possession?"

"I don't fucking know! It just was!"

"Hmm. And why couldn't you just give it to her?"

"You think that would've gone well, Gretchen? Seriously?" You turned your head with great effort, staring up at the girl. "Please, just let me go."

"I don't think I believe you." Gretchen squatted next to your head. "We're going back and checking it's what you say it is. And then you might be free to go."

"Fuck you." You hissed but made no move to book it when Karen hauled you up.

"That's not very nice." Karen pointed out.

"I don't want to be nice to Gretchen right now." You had no real issue with Karen, even if she had just tackled you.

"Oh, okay." You couldn't see her when she was holding your wrists behind your back, but you could imagine she was bobbing her head up and down like she was known to do.

You were walked back into the building, going mostly without a fight. Gretchen strutted along proudly as if capturing you was some great victory. Regina had trained her well. You weren't sure if that was impressive or just sad.

"Open it." Gretchen gestured once you were back at Regina's locker.

"I need my hands to do that." You helped out, smiling at Gretchen like she was stupid. Sputtering and offended, she instructed Karen to let go.

Instead of running like you should've, taking the chance you could get out if Karen didn't get a one-up on you, you obediently cracked the code again. Was it selfish that you kind of wanted others to know about you and Regina? Was it totally horrible of you to want to know it was real and have proof of that? Well, if it was, there was no helping it.

Gretchen snatched the album from the locker before you could even think to touch it. Karen sidled up to her, peering over her shoulder as she opened it.

You stood by, waiting for their judgement and looking at the ceiling. There'd been a water leak right there, based on the discolouration. Gross.

"You... You're J. J is for Jorts." Gretchen said. She sounded weird, like hollow or something. "J is for Jorts." She said again, breathy and disbelieving.

"What?" What the fuck was going on?

Karen spoke then. "She talks about J a lot. Like, a lot a lot. A whole lot." You nodded slowly as Karen went on. "J's like, her true love. It's so cute."

"J is not her true love, Karen! They are both girls." Gretchen pointed out. You had to agree. "Are they?" She looked you up and down judgementally.

"Yes. I am a girl." You said. It was true, you were female and around the age that it was acceptable to be referred to as a girl. Even so, it made you distinctly uncomfortable.

"Hmm." Gretchen didn't seem to believe you. Karen was busy cooing at the pictures of small Regina. It was sheer luck they hadn't bothered to read your writings.

"Look, can I go now? I know I'm busted, you're probably gonna confiscate the album, and Regina will never see it. Happy?"

"No. Karen, please put it back in the locker." Gretchen said, not taking her eyes off of you. Karen did as asked with a pout. "What is your relationship with Regina?" The album was back in the locker, but it hadn't been locked again.

"Nothing." And that was true. There was nothing there anymore.

"That's a lie and you know it. If you're J, then you've known each other at least since middle school. Based on the pictures, even longer."

"Who is J?" You asked in exasperation.

"Somebody who she has protected for years now. Somebody who is always better than we could ever be." Gretchen pointed between herself and Karen. "J is important to her."

"Okay, well, good for J, I guess."

"You're so infuriating." Gretchen sighed, pinching the skin between her eyes.

"You aren't the first to tell me that."

"Of course, because Regina has said that to you. Because you've known each other forever. Because you're J."

"Listen, I may look a bit butch, but I have a perfectly ordinary girl name."

"That is not the point!" She spoke fast and high-pitched. "You. It's you. You've been under our noses this entire time! Do you realize how much easier things could've been if you were around?"

"Excuse me?" Now, you were really lost.

"You're excused," Karen said cheerfully. You nodded to her in thanks.

"We could never be as good as you. It was like we were placeholders for the ultimate pretty girl she'd somehow let slip. And it's you. In a flannel and hoodie, ratty jeans, dirty shoes, no fashion sense to speak of. It's you." She said that last part with contempt.

You were reeling. Regina had talked about you to these two. Had compared them to you, cited that you were better. For years she'd done that. She'd never forgotten about you.

"Look, Gretchen, I'm sorry Regina's treated you badly." You'd lost the need to defend her, even still. Then again, even if you hadn't, there was little you could argue about with the two she'd tormented the most. "You can probably tell this is something Regina doesn't want coming out."

"What does that matter?" Gretchen asked, eyes far away and legs beginning to pace. "We could- could finally bring her down. Yes. We have J, we have everything she wants. She'll come grovelling."

You took a deep breath. You didn't feel angry, you were too tired to get angry at mean girls at this point. Besides, nobody could rile you up like Regina.

"You're wrong." You put it plainly. "What Regina's been doing to these people, to everyone around her, is wrong. But what I find despicable is how everybody is the same. I know her reasons, I can sympathise with her, but I can't say the same for you. So tell me." You paused to take a deep breath. "Why?"

"I'm not good at riddles, I'm sorry." Karen said, looking genuinely apologetic.

"It's okay, Karen, Gretchen can answer for you both."

"She deserves it." Gretchen said, steel in her tone.

"You sound just like Cady Heron and Janis 'Imi'ike. She hurt them too. What do you think ruining her life will achieve?"

"I'll be the new Regina George."

"Do you hear yourself? You still idolize her. If you're gonna be the new Regina George, it's always going to be a Regina George world. Don't you want to be Gretchen Wieners?"

"No!" She screeched. "Gretchen Wieners is lame, boring, too eager, a slut, desperate-" She took a deep breath.

"Okay." You said. "Why? Because Regina said so? Why would you believe her? She's just the same as you. Look," You pulled the album back out.

"Here we're in the Georges' pool. She would not go to the deep end. Y'know, she refused to even go in without those arm floaties for the longest time. Eventually, some boy made fun of her for them and that was the last time.

"And in this one we're driving back from summer camp. Regina was already tall enough to go without a booster seat, but I wasn't. She'd just thrown the biggest tantrum 'cause Mrs George didn't allow her to take off her seatbelt to sleep. She went out like a light, anyway.

"We're in Six Flags there. We'd just gotten those ice creams and you can see that Regina's isn't sticking to the cone all that well. Right after the shot, it just slid off. Regina was inconsolable. I offered her mine so we could share, and that seemed to be good enough for her but her dad was not having it. He threatened to take us home if she didn't stop crying right then, that it'd be all her fault that their whole family wasted money and time on this stupid trip. Eventually she calmed down and Mr George didn't have to drive us back."

You sighed. "I already tried this with Janis, in a way. I don't think Regina would appreciate me airing out her personal life like this, but... I don't know..." You closed your eyes for a moment. "I just want people to stop making things worse for her. She's been so wrong for so long, and I know I can't keep defending her, but I just don't think revenge will make her regret anything that she's done."

Karen hummed. "My auntie's been teaching me about karma. So, like, if she feels what she's made others feel, then won't that like... Fix her?"

"I don't want to hurt her." You said, resolute. "Maybe, it could be the most effective way to make her see her shortcomings. But I don't want to. I do not want to hurt her." You looked between the two. "And that's where we differ, I guess."

Gretchen didn't say anything, eyes glued to a picture from the Six Flags trip. Regina had mustard and ketchup smeared all over her face while she was holding a napkin to your lips, in the process of wiping your face.

With that, you snatched the album from her hands, deposited it back into the locker and slammed it shut. The lock clicked. Without a word, you began to talk towards the exit. Neither of them followed you or said anything to you.

You couldn't stop people from taking their revenge. You had done your best to be diplomatic. Evoking sympathy in hormonal teenagers wasn't something easily done, or maybe you were just shitty at it, but there was little else you could do. If you went ahead and retaliated, hurt them for hurting someone you cared about, the lines blurred.

You'd just be another mean girl.

Notes: Sorry for the delay! The next chapter will be the last one, unless I start rambling or something. After that, I'll do a less structured series of epilogues. Loosely related oneshots, that kinda vibe.

Also, my writing assistant stopped working in the middle of this, so if there's stupid typos I'll come fix them later.

I swear to fucking god if the taglist doesn't work I'll start breaking bones.

Taglist: @autorasexy, @wedfan2, @unadulterated-moron, @modernsapphicism , @9unknown0 , @sage-rose2000 , @massive-honkas , @nattys-swiftie , @likefirenrain , @luz-enjoyer , @dandelions4us , @natashamaximoff-69 , @alexkolax , @jareaul0ver , @here4theqts , @charleeeesworld , @natsbiggestfan1 , @brocoliisscared , @yellowwallflowers , @scarlettbitchx , @ayoungexwife , @cyberbonesworld , @syddie-reads , @screechcat , @theenglishswiftie , @gabby-duhh , @sweetmissnothing , @masterofpuppets-10 , @l1lass , @starved-mortal , @nothanksbye07 , @nenas19 , @jvuyii , @starry-night17 , @reneeswife24 , @glorioushamsterqueen , @krononan , @slug-on-bike , @rayisaknight , @chaseatlanticlover91 , @reginassweetheart , @mirage018

(this actually makes me angry. why. why doesnt it work. i type in the @ and then i type in the name and then it shows up in the lil' box and i click it but then it don't show up ;-;)

(this is cyber bullying. the cybers are bullying me.)

(anyway, if you want to be added to the taglist there is no gurantee if it'll work, but i'll add you if you want! just comment on this post :) if anybody has any ideas why it's like this, lmk!)

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You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Part 7) - Wakatoshi Ushijima

Pairing: Ushijima x Fem! reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: none, really? Reader calls him Toshi.

Requested by: @ushisrever

A/N: Can't believe I posted the last update to this more than two years ago. Has it really been that long???? The incomplete series has been bothering me for two years now lmao. Didn't think I'd ever find a fitting scenario for Ushiwaka but thanks to @dira333 helping me sound off some ideas, I was able to get that perfect "snap!" you get when you fit a puzzle piece in perfectly. Gave me enough brain juice to write this out before going back into hibernation.

Serving you some fresh, hot angst and then some lol. Enjoy the burn and then the healing. For someone who was as far removed from Ushiwaka (emotionally) as one can, writing this actually made me see him in a new light. Loved writing him. Hopefully, it stays as true to his canon nature as it can. Hopefully I don't trash this before it's out💀 but if you're reading this, it's good lol.

It feels like the entire Shiratorizawa is at the gates of the school.

"I can't believe she's coming to our school!"

"AAA I can't stop imagining how she'll look in our school uniform."

"Do you think she already has a boyfriend? Maybe I have a chance?"

"I don't know about a boyfriend but you certainly don't have a chance with her."

"Must you always be so cruel?!"

"If you think a star child actor who has made it so big in the industry is going to date a simpleton like you, you're delusional."

You sigh, annoyed, as you try to make your way through the babbling crowd. You're already late for your morning classes and you couldn't care any less about Hoshiko Nakamura. Or any celebrity for that matter.

"In fact, I don't think any boy in this school has a chance with her. Hmm... except maybe Ushiwaka? Not that he'd be interested in dating her anyway. Sometimes I feel like that guy doesn't have any emotions at all."

Your ears perk up at the Ace's name.

Wakatoshi Ushijima has become somewhat of a celebrity at school ever since he was selected for the under 19 representative for Japan in the Youth World Championship.

He was already well known as the formidable volleyball player who crushes any team that he takes on. However, his serious and stoic nature has kept most people from approaching him. Till now, at least.

The girl was right. Wakatoshi wouldn't even think about dating anyone. You seem fairly sure of that. However, the suggestion still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You're wrong about him not having any emotions you think as you finally break free from the crowd and sprint towards your classroom.

You've known Wakatoshi for as long as you can remember. You remember when his family moved into the house next to yours when you were just little kids. You remember watching the reserved, determined figure of the boy practicing volleyball all by himself in the nearby park. You remember going up to him and offering to play with him. Out of all these memories, the most vivid of them all was the way his eyes subtly lit up when you said you wanted to play with him.

Time has blurred into a haze since then. Even though you both went to different schools all through junior and middle school years, you both kept alive the tradition of playing volleyball together in park.

"You should come to Shiratorizawa," he had said that fateful day. You both were in the last year of middle school. It was a beautiful evening as you both walked back home from the park, the setting sun throwing hues of red and gold across the partially cloudy sky.

"That's not in my hands. I tried in middle school, remember? I want Shiratorizawa but Shiratorizawa doesn't seem to want me," you said, kicking a pebble on the road. Funny how I could say the same about you.

"That was three years ago. You have grown," he said without pause.

"We'll see. I don't want to get my hopes too high. You know just as well as I do that they give preference to athletes over normal students like me. Casual volleyball games with you are just about as sporty as I get," you said as you reached out to open the gate to your home.

You turned to say goodbye to him and found him looking at you, his expression more serious than usual.

"It's not about athleticism."

"Shiratorizawa only accepts the best. Be it volleyball or anything else. I believe you fit into that category. You should come," he says, looking straight into your eyes.

Your stomach flutters. How could he have so much faith in you? There is no doubt that he believes in you because Wakatoshi Ushijima always means what he says. Almost 5 years of knowing him had taught you that. You still found it hard to digest, though.

"I'll try my best, I promise."

"I know you will."

"Class, please give a warm welcome your new classmate, Hoshiko Nakamura!"

You can't help but gawk at her. Saying she is pretty would be a severe understatement. If she looks pretty on screen, it is nothing compared to what she looks like off screen. You look at your desk partner to see if he is thinking the same. Wakatoshi, however, seems to simply be listening to the teacher.

"Miss Nakamura, I'm sure you will have no problem settling in here. To kind of help you settle in this new environment, I was thinking of seating you next to Ushijima as I believe you two have met before at some of the national events."

The teacher might as well have thrown a bus at you and it would have felt just about the same as you do now.

Hoshiko's face lights up. "That would be great. Wakatoshi-kun has always been a delight to be with. Thank you for having me," she says and bows.

Did she just call him by his first name?

"Ah, Y/N, sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I wanted to get a hold of you before morning class but couldn't. I hope it's not a problem," the teacher says.

You force a polite smile. "It's not a problem at all," you say and start packing your bag.

Hoshiko walks up to the desk and waits patiently for you to gather your stuff, thanking you again.

Your legs feel heavy as you take the empty seat diagonal to them in the adjacent row.

I'm panicking for no reason. They just know each other from an event. It makes sense to make her sit with a familiar and safe person, given her popularity. Yes, Wakatoshi is definitely the ideal choice in this scenario. He is not someone who would be creepy in any sense. He's also strong and intimidating so it would keep the creeps away. It's fine. It'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen between them... right?

"Wakatoshi-kun, I'm so glad I got to sit next to you," she says, smiling at him, speaking loud enough for people sitting nearby to hear.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, when I decided to come back to my hometown to complete my studies, I knew I wanted to go to Shiratorizawa immediately," she continues.

"Of course. Shiratorizawa is the best school in the prefecture. It's only natural to want to study here," Ushijima says, completely seriously.

Hoshiko blushes. "Ah... that is not what I meant... nevermind," she says, causing the guy behind them to burst into laughter.

It seems like the hollow sensation growing in your stomach is here to stay.

It has been two months since the day Hoshiko joined your school. With Ushijima going to school earlier than usual and practicing late into the night for the Inter High preliminaries, he hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered you because you could see him in class everyday but with Hoshiko now taking your place, you barely get to say more than hi to him.

However, with the prelims now over and the upcoming week-long break ahead, you're hoping to get some one-on-one time with him once again. All these years with him have made him such an intrinsic part of your daily life that it feels like something big is missing when he's not around. To the world, Wakatoshi Ushijima might be a lot of things. But to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima is home. He is comfort. He is strength. He is someone that you know like the back of your own hand. He is someone that your heart always keeps coming back to. He is the only love you have ever known.

You know that he doesn't share the same feelings for you. But that doesn't stop your heart from longing for him.

The lessons for the day are over and you walk back to your class, eager to pack your bag and go home with Ushijima. You wonder if he'll want to go to the park in the evening.

"She's asking him out! She's asking him out!"

"No WAY! I am SO jealous."

A small crowd has gathered around the window and they're whispering amongst themselves as they look outside.

"Man, that Ushiwaka is so lucky! He gets to date the most beautiful girl in the entire country."

"I mean… he is in the nation's top 3 aces and an under 19 representative of Japan. Not to mention he's tall and strong and good looking. They're actually perfect for each other."

Your heart drops down to your feet.

You look out the window and find yourself looking at Hoshiko and Ushijima standing a ways away from the school building. They're in a quiet, secluded spot and Hoshiko seems to be blushing as she says something to him. You see him nod and say something in return. Hoshiko's face lights up in pure delight and even though they are at a distance, you can hear the joy in her voice.

"No way!!!! He said yes?? I thought he wasn't interested in girls!"

"Goddamn it! There goes my chance!"

You feel dizzy as you watch the two of them walk back to school together.

No. This can't be. You have always known that he doesn't like you that way. But you thought he wasn't interested in dating at all.

No. You shouldn't make any assumptions just yet. These gossip mongers are messing with your head. For all you know, he could have said yes to being in a show or something. You shouldn't despair before you hear the truth from him.

You blink back your tears and run to your class. Thankfully, it's empty. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself and wait. Both of them soon appear in the hallway. The crowd surrounds them instantly, wanting to drown them in questions but Ushijima breaks away from them easily and walks towards the class. He comes up to you.

"Y/N. I'm sorry I won't be able to come to the park today."

It's true.

"Hoshiko and I are going to watch this new movie playing at the theatre-"

He's going on a date with her.

"Apparently it has a lot of volleyball in it-"

He's going on a date with h-

"You should join us."

Huh?

"What?"

"I figured you might like it since you play volleyball with me even though you don't play it otherwise."

What? What? What?? What is happening right now??

Ushijima patiently waits for your answer.

"Uh... Whose idea was it to go to the movie?"

"Nakamura's. Why?"

"And how did she bring up the idea?"

"Well, I was returning from the club and she asked to speak to me in private. And then she told me about the movie and if I wanted to watch it with her."

He didn't get it.

"Ah... Toshi... I'm pretty sure she was asking you out on a date."

His eyes widen with surprise.

"A... date? But she never said she had romantic feelings for me."

Could this mean...? Can I hope...?

"Well, her asking you out on the date was her way of saying it."

"I see. I didn't realise. Thank you for telling me. In that case, I should tell her my feelings for her as well."

He has feelings for her.

Your heart shatters.

You're glad that he walks out right away because you couldn't have stopped your tears from coming out even if you wanted to. You run out of the back door, desperate to get far away.

I guess I was the problem all this time. I just wasn't someone you could look at that way.

You had always known that. You had always known that he didn't feel for you the way you did. But that hadn't stopped you from falling for him. Hard. How could you have not? Eight years of knowing him... You didn't even realise when you fell for him. Loving him just came so naturally to you.

Logically, it makes sense. They make sense. She is beautiful and tall and smart. And so is he. They are the type of couple who would be featured on the cover of a magazine. Which, given their career trajectories, is bound to happen sooner or later.

But the heart doesn't care for logic and at this moment you feel like it will actually burst from the amount of pain you're feeling.

You spend the rest of the evening and the entire night crying in your room.

Morning comes and you feel worse than ever. Your head is throbbing, your nose is stuffy and your eyes are swollen. You decide to skip school. It's the last day before break anyway. Maybe this break will be good for you. It will give you some time to adjust to everything and compose yourself.

You go back to bed and sleep through the entire day.

You thought you'd feel better after getting some rest but you still feel like shit.

You drag yourself out of bed. Your entire body feels like it weighs ten times more.

Maybe a shower and some fresh air will do you good.

You head out.

No matter how much you try to think of something else, your mind keeps coming back to him. Your eyes keep searching for him. You look in the direction of his room. The curtains are open and you can see it is empty.

Of course he's not home yet. He's probably out with her again.

Even though it's barely a minute away, you feel exhausted by the time you reach the park. Thankfully, it is empty.

You sit on one of the swings and look around. Most of your memories with Ushijima are tied to this park. This is where you both have spent the majority of your last eight years together.

All the sweet memories make you tear up again.

"You didn't come to school today."

You were so lost in your head that you didn't realise when he walked up to you. You blink back your tears.

"Oh... hi. Yeah, I - I wasn't feeling very well today," you say, not meeting his eye.

"You seem upset."

He noticed.

"Oh... I'm fine. Really. It's just been a rough day. It's nothing to worry about," you say, still evading his gaze.

He sits on the swing next to you. You look to the side and see he has a volleyball in his lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You quickly avert your gaze again.

"No."

"I see. Well, would you like me to distract you? Talk about something else?"

It is getting harder to keep your tears in check. You're sure your voice will crack if you speak. You just nod.

"You would've liked the movie. It wasn't as focused on volleyball as Nakamura said it would-"

Great. He's chosen the worst topic he could have talked about. You don't want to hear about his date. You need to change the topic. Quickly.

"What are you doing here?" you blurt out the one question that has been weighing on your mind ever since he came here.

"What do you mean? I came here to play volleyball with you."

"I- I mean... I thought you would spend your free time with Ho-Hoshiko from now."

"Why would I do that?"

"B- because you're d-dating her?" Your voice cracks.

"I am not dating Nakamura."

What?

"What do you mean you're not dating her? I thought you liked her. Didn't you go on a date with her yesterday?"

"I do like her. Just not romantically. And no, I went to watch the movie with Tendou. She had already bought the tickets so I bought them from her. I wanted to watch it with you but you went home. "

"But... you left to tell her your feelings for her..."

"I did. I wanted to clarify that I only feel for her as a friend. It was only thanks to you that I was able to tell her in time before I ended up hurting her unintentionally."

"I...see..."

Relief floods your heart. You suddenly feel a hundred pounds lighter. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He is looking right back at you.

"Can I ask you something?" you say, your lower lip trembling.

"Of course."

"Do you have romantic feelings for anyone?"

You instantly regret speaking up as soon as the question leaves your mouth. You know he never lies. And if he doesn't feel the same w-

"Yes. You."

You stare at him blankly.

It's subtle but his expression has changed from completely serious to something a little softer. You can't quite place what it is. Is it concern? nervousness? Adoration?

"R-really? You like me? Romantically?"

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"Ah," he rubs his chin, "I'm not sure..."

You're still having difficulty believing that any of this is real.

"You know," he continues, "After my father, you were the first person who ever wanted to play with me."

He points towards the corner of the park. "I was practicing against that wall that day when you came up to me. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember. I can never forget that day."

"So many people have come and gone from my life but you have been with me for so long that, I guess somewhere along the way I just assumed you would stay forever. Which, I now realise, I shouldn't have."

He feels the same. He has always felt the same.

"Toshi?"

He turns to you again.

"I love you."

He breaks into a soft smile.

"I love you too."

Holyshit this was a ride. I'm glad I wrote this and I hope you guys enjoy.

Reblogs appreciated. Please do not steal or repost.

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greekceltic · 3 months

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Jacky has a haunted arm. It started as a roleplay thing that I didn't think I would make canon, but I probably will. The situations it creates are fun. Anyway, for our amusement she can use it to touch ghosts so she scared hers. (Art doesn't quite match the writing). You can read the roleplay clip under the read more or on toyhouse.

GreekCeltic-

Junior was where she left him. He glanced at her. Same face. Same bags under his eyes and blushless pallor. What did that bandit say?

When eyes meet, the soul has made love?

Yeah he was wrong.

Junior turned back around and she wondered how far she could walk before he was compelled to join her. She felt a little bad for not asking, but the feeling had no stay power. His wants and needs took a backseat to hers and she had found a way to make herself okay with that.

He could talk. It was within his power to ask her to put him in someone else’s care any time he wanted. After being left in the woods she could understand why he wouldn't want to be parked on Vlinder's hearth- in the same forest -but there were other people in their group who would travel. All basically good people.

Picking her was self sabotage.

Idiot.

She walked all the way in and shut the door behind her. The wind feathered a few rug ends but didn't bother with him.

Maybe he's like AI and can't defy me, she wondered. Like bullshit television. She had never made the leap that it could be worse. Jacky felt that she was babysitting and had exactly as much authority as a teenager over a nine year old. In the end, not very much at all. She kept waiting for his tantrum, wanting it because after all that had happened it would make sense, even be healthy, but it never came.

She stumbled back toward the fur mat she had grown to hate since she woke up and stared down at it, too tired to sleep. There was such a thing. Jacky swayed weakly near it and turned away.

She looked at him again and ground her bottom jaw.

Dummy should be begging to leave.

She hated the way he idled against the wall like a toy soldier waiting for something to do. That was the kind of thing that got ice put down your shorts at sleep overs. The idea of that made her spine prickle in a bad way, but it made her think. Jacky tilted back and lidded her eyes. She reached for one of the support pillars and rested her weight on it, two feet closer to him. I could do it. She moved her feet, taking care not to scuff them on the floor. She didn't have to worry about the boards creaking. If they didn't notice Vlinder they weren't going to notice her. There were no more pillars between them, but she thought she'd make it. She tried, and on the way thought about how many nights he'd spent right there in a different room. Waiting or staring, as engaged as a coat put away on a hanger. He didn't even breathe loudly because he didn't breathe anymore. DO something! The last few feet ended with her wobbling behind him, alarmingly silent, but not very steady. She reflexively tried to grab his shirt to pull it back with her good hand, but it went right through. Jacky didn't stop to wonder if he'd noticed that. She stuck her *cold* hand out like a senile old woman with a fork. It went up his shirt and flattened on the part where his back sank in. It worked when she slapped him. No reason to think it wouldn't work now. Themascura--

The target of her ire had no idea. None. He was peacefully existing in a corner, appreciating the window. It was nice to have a different view. He liked trees. Not enough to have been okay with just their company for a few millennia, but enough to be okay staring at them for a few days. It was pretty out there. There were squirrels. And birds! Not many of those in the city. The cats had mostly eaten them all- Jacky was about to learn a whole lot of things in quick succession. One, she could in fact scare the shit out of a ghost. Two, despite being dead ghosts did in fact have startle responses. Three, when she was touching a ghost with her ghost hand apparently walls became interactable- because he slapped the window/wall with his belly when he jumped and it made a sound. A beautiful hollow sound, like when you thumped a watermelon. He left a foggy mark on the window when he hopped back. He was still hopping when he turned around, trying to shake the ice cube out of his shirt. His spine was still flickering when he got all the way turned- visible through his shirt and his front and almost as far as his shoulders. The look he gave her was universal. The sibling glance of- I WAS MINDING MY BUSINESS. Here you are, starting some shit. He stuck a hand straight out for her face, confident it would go through, but also confident it would mess with her already wonky balance and depth perception. Time for you to take a time out on the floor. You pushed your luck to far today anyway.

GreekCeltic-- His reaction was Christmas. She wasn't sure what to make of his spine. Jacky looked at her hand and wondered if it had cannibalized him somehow. A week ago she had dumped all the extra stuff into Christoph's leg. That had been a surprise. Christoph was alive, there was no way to know it wouldn't do the opposite and suck Junior up like a straw, like it had Virgil's magic. Oough, there was a mental image she did not enjoy. When she touched Christoph she went with a gut feeling that turned out to be right. Here too she decided to go with a gut feeling-- that it was fine. "Oh excuse me did I interrupt your vacant staring?" Jacky's hand was still up, she dropped it and raised her other one, rubbing her arm furiously like she was trying to warm it up. Cold fire appeared and walked toward her elbow. "Gonna do it again." She spread the fire to her good hand but she never got to try it. He threw his at her face- IN her face -and she spilled in stages. Mostly in slow, wobbly, backwards walking motions that ended up near the bed. She fell against the edge. She had been put to bed. OBNOXIOUS. Jacky leaned into her sprawled arm and chose to be happy he showed some life. She didn't think she could get up without crawling on all fours and that wouldn't be preferable. She was also tired. It was possible she had never been so tired in her life. She crawled over the edge and fell into the divot like a kitten into a laundry basket. She slept all of the night and most of the next day. The only time she got up was to wash. She made a point of it so history wouldn't have to repeat itself. Who knows how many rag baths she got during the week. One was too many. Two would have been life ending. Her hair was close to dry when she went back to sleep. She tried to make it longer, but felt harassed that she was not alone. Dreams had been hard to remember the first week, but they were piling up now. She didn't know if she was remembering things or adding fantasies to what she did. All she knew was she couldn't be her own witness. With each waking she was a little more confused and a little more convinced she shouldn't have gone back for the brooch. It could have waited. At the time the idea of leaving Junior out there to believe no one was coming was too much and it was too much now, but was it worth it? The elf was back when she got up, laying beside her with his arm folded behind his head. Him again. Jacky looked at him a minute, but decided she didn't really care. She didn't know why. It should have embarrassed her but it was like sleeping with a big white dog. She got the feeling he thought of her as a cat. She looked across the room and saw Herman on his back against the wall, also asleep. Some kind of spell had fallen over this house. She and Junior were exempt. She grabbed her poncho and went out the front door. The moonlit air was bright and icy. She wasn't wearing her shoes but she didn't expect to go far and wanted the snow to bite her feet a little. It felt good even when it stung. When she got to the gate she put her hand on it and flipped up the latch (too complicated for a dead guy, apparently), but never pushed it forward. It would have been easy, but the idea of the gate held fast. There was a bigger obstacle here than a physical one. I shouldn't, Jacky thought. More like I can't. She'd been thinking about this a lot and the conclusion she came to was damned if I do, damned if I don't.

#junior #jacky #greekrps

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lmh8903 · 6 months

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 1.

Lil intro: Hi, my name is Y/N McClennan, I'm the older sister of Alan McClennan, but everyone calls him YeahYeah. I am 17 years old, a junior, and I have the best boyfriend ever, Phillips. I love baseball. I used to play at the Sandlot with the boys, but when I started dating Phillips, the boys got really pissed at me. It's been about a year since I've touched a baseball or even talked to my old friends, which was when I started dating Phillips. This has been incredibly hard since the boys have been my best friends for as long as I can remember. However, the only thing I can really do about it now is to accept the fact that I broke their trust. Especially Benny's.

Actual Story: Y/N's POV

I was incredibly excited for today. It was finally the official last day of my junior year. After a long and anticipated wait, school just got out, and now it's time for one of my last summers in the San Fernando Valley.

Of course, as part of my everyday routine, I walked up to Phillips's locker. "Hey," I said.

"Hey, baby," Phillips replied as he kissed my cheek. He grabbed my hand, and I gladly took it, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something unusual. Benny was looking at us, and it was clear he wasn't too thrilled.

This made me a little upset and curious because Benny and I were best friends for almost as long as I can remember. The day that our friendship ended was the day that I told him I started dating Phillips, which will be a year in two days. Everyone except Scotty and my brother rebelled to get me off their team, and we haven't talked since.

I still remember how he looked when I told him. He didn't look pissed off, he just looked sad and disappointed. The pain in his eyes, the betrayal. I understand that he and Phillips don't get along, but as my best friend, I was hoping he would have been supportive. I didn't realize I was thinking so much until Phillips cut me off.

"You okay babe?" Phillips asked.

"Yeah, of course, I'm fine," I replied with a slight smile.

He turned around, clearly knowing I was lying. Benny was still looking at us. "You're looking at Rodriguez?" Phillips asked.

"Oh, um yeah. I just wanted to make sure he saw this," I said as I passionately kissed Phillips. I don't even know why I did this. I would've liked to have mended my relationship with Benny, but this just shows that I don't care. How could I be so fucking stupid?

We pulled away when we heard a locker door and a door slam. I looked at where Benny was standing. He was gone. I could tell he was infuriated. I could kind of feel his pain in a way. It was obvious Benny was irritated when he saw us before I made the rash decision of kissing Phillips in front of him. I should have just left it at that.

In all honesty, I've always had a little crush on Benny. The way he is so passionate about baseball, it's pretty hot. Once Benny and I talked about the future, and what we wanted. He made it very clear that he did not have time for a relationship, nor did he want one. I knew at that moment I had to move on. So, I went with someone who had put in the effort of trying to impress me and decided to give him a chance.

I love Phillips, I mean, he's great, and we're super happy, but sometimes I wonder how happy I would be with Benny. I really miss him. After all, he was my best friend. I'm going to talk to Yeah-Yeah when I get home to see if the boys would let me back on the team. They really were the best and most loyal friends a girl could have. And what did I do? I started dating their enemy. Like who does that? Thinking about it now, I see why they kicked me off the team, and I wouldn't blame them if they didn't want to be friends again.

After thinking, Phillips and I start walking to his house. It's only a couple of blocks, so we don't feel the need to drive. It's nice walking with him. It's giving me time to clear my head and push out any doubts that I have.

Phillips then breaks the silence, "Y/N, are you okay? You've been acting weird since we saw Rodriguez." I sigh and reply, "I don't know. I just really miss my friends. I love you, and you know that, but I just wish they would get over it." Phillips responds, "I know you miss them. You also need to understand that, besides Rodriguez, there's an age difference there. They're only 14 and 15. Them being like this is somewhat valid, they're supposed to be immature, you know? Rodriguez, on the other hand, that's just immature." I don't say anything; I just give him a peck on the cheek and smile. We look up to see that we're standing outside his house. We go in, start watching movies, and cuddle.

After we get done hanging out at his house, I kiss Phillips goodbye, get in my car that I drove over to his house before school, and drive home. I start bawling in the car. Phillips made a lot of sense, but it doesn't hurt any less. I reach my driveway, park my car, and then head inside my house. I walk to Yeah-Yeah's room to go talk to him and see how the boys are doing. Once I get to his room, he's not in there. I guess he's still out with them. I then walk to my room and try to go to sleep in order to prevent myself from crying again.

After struggling to fall asleep for a few hours, I left my bedroom. I look in Yeah-Yeah's room to see if he's home. He's passed out cold. I have no one to talk to currently, so I walk to the one place I can fully clear my thoughts.

Lmk if y’all want part 2!! <3

#fanfic #vintage #writing #the sandlot #benny rodriguez #benny rodriguez x reader #80s #90s #90s nostalgia #baseball #mike vitar #fluff

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justatalkingface · 10 months

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My problem with MHA

is something I've realized that can be boiled down to one simple fact: Hori doesn't respect his story. Everything else, everything I and others talk about, originate from that one fact, like waves from a boulder dropped into a pond.

It feels to me that Hori is so focused on telling a story that he's lost track of, or interest in, all the parts in the story. So, this may be dipping too much into personal opinion here, but to me, writing a story like this is like you're creating a world, a world inhabited by people, each of which is motivated by their own fears and desires. When it comes to things happening, what a certain character does at any given point, I think writing should exist around the rule of, 'What would this character do in this situation', and yet in MHA, we see instead, 'What does this character need to do to make what I want to happen happen', mixed with what seems to be an uncertain grasp on the 'what I want to happen' even is.

The thing is... the characters aren't real, but for a story to be successfully, they need to be sold to us as if they're real. Hori can't just point and say, 'This is a bunch of artistically arranged black ink', he has to say, 'Meet Izuku. He's in junior high. He wants to be a hero. He likes helping people and All Might, and cries maybe a smidgen too much, but he really means well'.

We can't just look at his pretty pictures, we have to have a connection to the characters, we have to feel for them, like they're real.

And for that to work, they have to treated like they're people, with desires and impulses of their own, otherwise that connection with them, that thing that's so essential for keeping an audience, isn't going to stick.

Let's go with a super easy example here: Izuku is walking down a street, and he sees a crying child. What does he do?

Does he:

A. Try and comfort the child?

B. Keep walking?

C. Tell them to shut up?

Or, D. Start break dancing because he's filled with the overwhelming desire to go into a career as a background dancer?

...Alright, I don't think I need explain what the correct answer is, but let me ask you this: what if he does, say, B instead? Let's say I'm suddenly a super good artist, and I throw together a chapter where Izuku ignores a crying child as he walks down the road.

Wouldn't that feel weird?

Because that's the thing; it's very clear what Izuku would do in this situation, to the point where it's in his DNA as a character, but if I write it out where he doesn't do what Izuku, as a person, would do, it'll feel off. It's out of character, and out of character behavior is dangerous if you want to have a good story. It can be managed, but if you over do it... well. There's a reason there's a BNHA critical tag.

Like, it can be done well, but there needs to be a reason, is the thing. Let's say that chapter I made continues and suddenly we learn that Izuku was just informed his mom has cancer. That would explain why he's acting different than usual, except he's still being treated as a person, in that he's reacting to something that's happening, an extreme event that's altering his life, and that's the reason why he's not acting like he normally would.

So. Let's apply that logic again.... how about this? Why is Hawks OK with Endeavour abusing his children?

Not, why is he working with Endeavour, because he canonly does things he doesn't want to for what he thinks is the greater good, but why is he OK with it? Why isn't he upset? Why isn't he disappointed that Endeavour, a hero, his hero, the very symbol of hope that kept him going through a childhood an abusive father, is himself an abusive father?

What is the reason, here?

*looks around as crickets echo*

...Nothing? Yeah. There is no reason that we can tell that he should be this overwhelmingly positive about the situation, and yet that is what we have. Hawks, the character, isn't acting like Hawks, the person.

Like I said, this goes back to just about every problem you can have with this story:

Why is Momo, a genius with an OP Quirk so seemingly useless?

Why does everyone just laugh off Bakugou when he treats them like shit?

Why is All Might so stupid when he's a grown ass man who has lived on his own for his entire adult life, isolated from literally everyone, and yet is also wildly successful in his chosen career?

Why doesn't anyone seem angry about Endeavour?

Hell, this logic even applies to the setting:

MHA is set in a society where a major part of the social contract is built off the idea that people can't be trusted to use their Quirks, but they also don't have to, because heroes are there. Every major problem is dealt with by heroes, citizen, so don't sweat the hard stuff and go about your day; the way their society continues is built off an unrealistic and impossible faith in a bunch of people who are being incentivized to act in increasingly mercenary ways, yet it's made clear to us that the average person still thinks everything is fine, and so they continue to be blinded to reality by lifelong propaganda and a social system that will harshly punish those who stir up a fuss by labeling them 'villains', officially or otherwise. The problem being, of course, that that set up is doomed to fail, and by the time of the War Arc, trust in heroes is dropping.... and then thousands of people die as the heroes take an enormous loss in actually achieving their main goals, publicly. With video evidence, to boot. Shigaraki and Co ride off in the sunset and leave the image that everything is going to be OK in ruins behind them.

That fundamental part of the social contract is falling apart, the blinders are falling off, and people are losing trust. So, in that atmosphere, how do people react to the idea that their new Number One Hero made one of the biggest villains around, both in a literal and metaphorical sense? A few angry press conferences? Some angry mobs everyone treats as stupid and pointless?

Or... something more, perhaps? Because that's the thing, with Dabi's plan: it's simple yet effective in that he says, 'Society is a lie', and then he slaps everyone with enough truth that no one can ignore him.

Forget mobs; why in the fuck is the Todoroki's house still standing? Why aren't people throwing things at Endeavour when he walks by them in the streets? Why aren't Dabi's victims suing him for what his son has done? Endeavour is the Number One Hero, he is the symbol of everything 'right' in society, and that fact that symbol is rotten to the core is brushed over in the story.

Doesn't that seem weird? There should be entire arcs on the fallout of this alone, because MHA Japan at that point should be filled with a lot of very scared, very angry, very unhappy people, who are primed to act irrationally and take out their frustrations on anyone they think is responsible for it, and the people in charge are handling their valid concerns... poorly.

*looks at Enji 'Watch Me' Todoroki meaningfully*

It's like that because Hori doesn't respect his world enough to treat it realistically.

And look, I get that he needs to keep writing, and he needs to keep on track, even if he realizes the story would diverge from his plan if he just let things progress organically (even if MHA has some real signs of having been changed once or twice in new, forced directions in it), but what he's been doing all this time is sacrificing his characters to tell his story, not just once or twice but all the time. And the thing is? The characters are how he can tell that story, they are the foundation the story is built off of; if he undermines his characters, then he is undermining his story.

#bnha critical #mha critical #i don't even know what to tag this as #writing critique?#i hope some random outsider doesn't wander in this super specific fandom rant if i use that tag #they wouldn't know what horrors they're getting into

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 6🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 6 "Party Politics"

Timestamp: 1:31:25

Video Length: 4min. & 49sec.

Kristen and Tracker's Phone Call (1/3 | ‣2/3 | 3/3)

Tracker: "So you don't want me to, but you're saying I don't need your permission."

Kristen: "Yeah, I'm just saying, I got a lot on my plate right now, and so I'm not really in a mental state to be like, 'I am so happy for you,' the way that maybe I would like to be. I just am like, you know."

Tracker: "Yeah, I wanna make...Well, I'm really sorry, and I'm sorry that Cassandra is-"

Kristen tells Tracker that Cassandra is dead and she saw Yes! And that it was rotting and she banished it before she could ask it a question 'cause she's an idiot. 😭✋

Tracker: "Can you even cast spells right now?"

Kristen: "No."

Tracker: "What's gonna happen with you and Aguefort?"

Kristen tells Tracker that she's gonna be president! 😭✋

The awesome caption team: (players snickering) 😭✋

Brennan: "There is a long silence. A loooong silence." 😂😂💀💀

Murph covering his face! 😭✋

Brennan laughing a little 😂🤣💀

Ally: "Kristen really just gassed herself up, actually. Now, she's standing up on a couch on the phone."

Fabian: "Get down! Get down off the couch!"

Kristen giving Fabian the bird! 😭✋

Zac: "All of us are just watching you." 💀💀✋✋

Emily's laughter! 😂🤣

Siobhan: "You're doing really good."

Ally: "I'm kinda holding my hand like Napoleon. Is this how Napoleon did it?" 😭✋

Fabian: "Kristen, get down."

∆

Kristen: "Sorry, I have a lot of adrenaline coursing through my veins."

Tracker: "Yeah, that's sorta playful in a way that I'm not feeling right now."

Kristen: "Ooh! Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah, I was completely honest, I'm having an awful night. And so tonight's not really the night to give you a really honest answer about our relationship." 😭✋ (The voice crack on the "I'm Sorry" made it sound kinda insincere! I'm crying so hard fr! 😭✋)

Tracker: "Great, okay."

Kristen: "Is that all you wanted to ask? If you could post about your girlfriend?"

Tracker: "Yeah." (THE FACE BRENNAN MAKES! 😭✋ YELLING CRYING SOBBING! 😭✋)

Kristen: "Okay."

Tracker: "Yeah."

Kristen: "I think you should just do it, and I'll figure out a way with the tools that I have, which are throwing myself into this campaign and talking to Jawbone as much as possible."

Lou's reaction and the way he laughs during this is concerning me 😂😂💀💀

Tracker: "Okay. Well-"

Kristen: "Can I ask you a question?"

Tracker: "Yeah, yeah."

Kristen: "Your church is thriving. You're doing so good."

Tracker: "Yeah."

Kristen: "And mine is really, really bad. So bad. How did you pick the moon, and do you ever think about just dropping it and starting a whole new thing that you kinda made up yourself?"

Tracker: "Look, there were a lot of things about how you chose to be a cleric that I wouldn't have said while we were together, because we were together and I wanted to be supportive. And I'm not gonna say them now, when you're really low. But probably some of the stuff you need to hear is gonna be not that fun to hear. Yeah, my church is thriving, and I've never thought about abandoning Galicaea. We're changing the nature of how people relate to this goddess, and if I didn't do it, she would be the version you saw in the nightmare forest forever. She deserves people that understand her as she once was and as she can be again. And frankly, it's thriving now, but it wasn't four months ago. And there were hard, hard parts and there's still a long ******* way to go. And frankly, Kristen, I don't think you've ever dealt with Helio. You were like, yeah, this is ******** and I'm leaving, but you never grappled with the parts of it that ******* worked for you. You were chosen. All you had to do was do the **** everybody always said you were gonna do. And then you wandered out into the wilderness where you had to make meaning for yourself, and the truth is, Kristen, as much as you 'like the idea of making meaning,' you don't wanna do it 'cause it's hard."

Kristen: "Yeah, my work ethic's been bad. But Helio was so annoying."

Tracker: "You leaving Helio was the right choice for you, but the issue is, you wanted something Helio-shaped. You wanted something where the engine was already running and all the machinery was there, and you could just step in and have a waiting flock ready to raise their hands up and say, 'This is the chosen one.' And then you made a god out of block letters, and it died on the day you made it."

Kristen: "Wow."

Tracker: "That's true! It's ****** up!"

Kristen: "Wow."

Tracker: "I don't even know if you could go find another god. Your last two gods died!"

Kristen: "I..." *laughs* "Okay, I just-"

Tracker: "You know how rare it is for a god to die?"

Kristen: "Yeah."

Tracker: "Your last two! In high school!"

Kristen: "Maybe she had a shrimp allergy. You don't ******* know!" 😭😭✋✋

Brennan's laugh! And then Murph and Lou's reactions! 😭😭✋✋

This whole interaction made me AN ABSOLUTE MESS!!! 😭😭✋✋

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bloodyshadow1 · 5 months

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wishlist for Junior year

Since Junior year is happening in January I thought I'd make a quick list of a few things I personally want to happen next season. You're free to tell me what you think, disagree, agree, hell add more if you're interested.

I want the maps back- I completely understand why they did the show like they did for their live show, but I miss the Rick Perry maps that were so cool. Also Brennan has a lot of epic battles that are kind of hard for me to visualize because I have adhd and missing one thing he says can confuse me for the whole battle. Seeing mini's really helps me keep things straight

less NPC interactions- the NPC's are not bad, by any means, I love the hirelings and the romance partners, but I feel like including them on the adventure lessened the interactions between the Bad Kids. Like Tracker and Kristen for a large part of the adventure were attatched at the hip, and other places, Gorgug spent a lot of his time trying to patch up his relationship with Zelda, Ayda gets a lot of interactions with Fig and Adaine, but there isn't a lot of time for the three of them just one on one leaving the other out more. Just me personally I would like if the season focused more on the party and their relationships

(I want to be clear, I don't want no interactions with our beloved NPC's just less them being part of the adventure and more them being NPC's that help and exist but aren't the DM's Player Characters)

I hope they stay in Elmville or at the very least Solace- I loved Sophomore Year, but a lot of the charm of the first season of Fantasy High was the unique setting they were in. An urban fantasy world where a large part of the population were adventurers. It felt more unique compared to Sophomore year's more high fantasy, but with people who know modern technology. Even if they leave Elmville, I wouldn't mind them exploring Solace as a whole to see what their country is like outside of their small town. (I want to more campaigns exploring Spyre too, but even with the Seven they leave Solace by ep 3 and spend most of their time in other countries in Spyre, I want to see what a modern urban fantasy setting is like)

Adaine using the Sword of Sight, wizard or not, as a high elf she's proficient in swords and with her boosted strength and her desire to punch/hit people it's perfect. I know cantrips will still be the better option, but when has Adaine, I punch my sister in the face, Abernant done the more efficient option. Adaine is my favorite character so I'd just like to see her being the terrible chaos gremlin that I know she's capable of being.

Hallariel- I'd like to see her in battle if only once. I know I said I would like the NPC presence lessened, but I still want to see what Fabian's hot mom can do in a real fight. We've only seen her talked about as the best swordswoman in the world by Bill who himself is fearsome with a blade, but we only see her train/threaten her son. Even if it's a possession or mind control situation I'd like to see her in battle, even if it's against the Bad Kids.

For some reason I want a battle at a Fig and the Sig Figs concert- I don't really know why I want this, but I really liked the Broadway brawl ep of Unsleeping city, it made for some cool rules and the like and I would like, a less stressful, but still fight in the crowd of people while Fig and Gorgug are on stage.

Consequences for the Bad Kids and their friends/family- I don't really know where I'm going with this, but I just feel like the Bad Kids get away with a lot of stuff because that's how Elmville works, but I kind of liked how they suffered consequences near the end of Freshman year, even if I think months in Jail was a lazy way for Brennan to do a time skip until the finale battle. (I love the guy, but I believe what I believe). But specifically about YES! the god Kristen created and abandoned, creating a god and orphaning it should have more consequences than throwing out a sweater that you don't like any more. Are Adaine and Aelwyn treated differently given that their parents started a war over Aelwyn and wars have consequences, people died and have people to mourn them who probably aren't too keen on the two abernants in their country after that.

I'd like cameos by the Seven, not just Zelda.- again, I know I said less NPC presence, but still, they don't necessarily have to be NPC's just saying if someone wanted to drop by and play for an episode or 2. The Seven is probably my favorite D20 season and I would love to see what my girls are up to.

There's more that I might add, but this is it for now

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #fantasy high spoilers #fantasy high junior year #adaine abernant #adaine o'shaughnessey #fig faeth #fabian seacaster #gorgug thistlespring #kristen applebees #riz gukgak

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masterqwertster · 2 months

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From the "comfortable displays of intimacy" prompt list, the back hugs and "chin resting on the shoulder" prompts immediately made me think of Ashton giving one of their shorter friends or party members a piggyback ride (out of fun or an emergency situation) and the shorter character enjoying the taller view (and the comfort ofc). If that's something that sounds fun to write for you? 👀

Going Ashton of the Ashari AU, and teenage stupidity with an earthboard joyride with Will and Orym. Ashton’s 13-ish, Orym and Will are 18-ish.

Okay, so here’s the thing: earthboards are nine fucking feet long, which is plenty of room for three teenagers to stand on. Especially when one of them is a halfling.

Can they really be blamed for nicking one and taking it for a joyride? It’s not like the skysails of Zephrah where if you fuck up a joyride you’re going to be falling from a hundred feet up or some shit and possibly die.

But, well… Will is pretty scraped up from falling off a few times and Orym’s leg is broken from how he fell off when they tried a slam jump. And while Ashton is unhurt, that’s only because they are the one attuned to the earthboard, so it’s not going to fly out from under their feet unless they want off.

The Earthriders aren’t too pleased when they finally catch up to the trio of teenagers. Partly because they stole the earthboard, partly because they got themselves hurt using the stolen earthboard.

“What were you kids even thinking?!” Lo’fan demands.

“That earthboards are cool and not as likely to kill us as a skysail?” Will tries with a nervous grin. He doesn’t mention that the other reason they haven’t tried this with a skysail in Zephrah is that Ashton is getting too heavy to ride with another person, much less two other people. And the kid is just not interested in flying like that.

Lo’fan gives Will an unimpressed stare. Then they let out a put-upon sigh.

“At least no one’s dead,” Lo’fan murmurs to themself. They turn sharp eyes on the boys. “Your parents will be hearing about this.”

That statement is met with wide-eyed horror from Will and groans from Ashton and Orym (though Orym’s groan may be more about the pain of his broken leg).

“Now off to the healers with you,” Lo’fan instructs.

They turn to do that–

“And leave the earthboard,” Lo'fan sternly instructs them.

“Orym’s leg is broken. Can’t we at least give him a ride over to the healers?” Ashton tries, still not dismounting from the board.

“Your legs are fine. And I've got a feeling two skinny junior Tempest Blades, one of whom is a halfling, wouldn't have been strong enough to sneak away with an unattuned earthboard on their own,” Lo'fan dryly points out. When you’re a part of the guard of Terrah, you learn pretty quick that entities of earth are most often stronger than their size would suggest.

Ashton grumbles about Lo'fan’s stern logic, even as they do as told, dismounting from the earthboard and getting help from Will to comfortably settle Orym on their back, before trudging off to the healers under the watchful gaze of the Earthriders.

“...Sorry you two got so beat up,” Ashton mumbles as they draw closer to the healers' house.

“Hey, not your fault,” Will says, poking a stony cheek.

“Kind of is. I was the one driving,” they argue back.

“Yeah, well, we're the idiots who decided we had good enough balance to ride with you anyways,” Orym argues from where his chin is hooked over their shoulder.

“And the idiots that kept getting back on the board,” Will adds.

“Should have learned our lesson after the first few tumbles,” Orym comments with dry humor, followed by a flinching wince, small hands tightening on Ashton’s shoulders as his broken leg is jostled just a little too much.

Ashton slowly nods along, and bites his tongue. The older boys may not blame him for their injuries, but Ashton still blames himself. He’s the one that pushed for “borrowing” an earthboard. He’s the one that couldn’t keep the ride smooth enough the other two didn’t fall off. How is it not his fault?

But arguing the point is obviously going to go nowhere. So he holds his silence and takes them to the healers to undo the damage he’s done. Ashton’s at least good for that.

“Hey,” Orym pipes up, possibly noticing the continued distressed look on his ride’s face. “The broken leg sucks, but that was pretty fun while it lasted. So maybe next time, we ask for supervised rides?”

“Oh, yeah. That could be fun. I did want to try driving,” Will quickly chimes in.

Ashton feels a smile start to tug at their lips. That really doesn’t sound bad at all. It probably isn’t going to happen after this fuck up, but it’s still a nice idea.

(Even if they do think stealing the earthboard was part of the fun too)

#MQ&A #snuggles and hugs prompt #MQfic #MQ AU machine #ashton of the ashari au #ashton greymoore #orym of the air ashari #will of the air ashari

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tarisilmarwen · 9 months

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Rebels Rewatch: "Rebel Assault"

Everything goes so very, very wrong.

Hoo BOY this opening slow pan across the Empire's current gathered forces above Lothal is ah... Very Concerning.

Were there this many ships in the finale? Did Thrawn call for reinforcements just for this one event?

This was an amazing shot in the trailer but once you put it up against that opening pan...

Yeah this attack was doomed.

Mart! Hi! It's so good to see you! Sad that Gooti and Jonner couldn't be here but hey. At least you have a couple redshirts flying with you.

Imperial March briefly excepts into the organs that signify that Thrawn's onscreen. Both he and Hera have identified the fuel depot as the primary target, being both the softest and least defended, and also the most important. No fuel, no production line, no output. This is basic War 101.

"24 ships, Grand Admiral." (squints, checks back in the caps) That is not 24 ships, guys. C'mon, nerds will be checking this.

And now the Empire gets to indulge in its favorite strategy:

Spam TIE Fighters at problem until it goes away. Lol.

No seriously this is going to bug me now, were there that many ships in orbit above Lothal for the finale?! Weeeeeeew lordy, Ezra might have the highest kill count of anyone on the show if that's the case.

Really liking the deep dusk lightning here on the ground with the others. It's very soft.

Aaaaaaand Duke is clearly just Freddie Prince Junior enjoying his Western Drawl voice again lol.

Ohhhhhhh I know I've heard this cue, they used this before in.... ghfkhfhj I can't remember! I think it was another spacebattle? Maybe?

Zeb still antagonizing Ezra like a bullish older brother lol.

Jeez is that pollution or lingering dusk? Hellish red.

The Main Theme kicking in as Hera attempts her heroic X-wing move here.

Thrawn. Thrawn, pal. Buddy. Compadre. That is an ace, you do not just let him get himself stupidly killed. You know full well what Hera is about to do, explain it to Skerris and then he might listen to you. Giving a cursory, "Hey you better obey me." does not suffice, as you well know from Konstantine's defiance back in "Zero Hour".

Maybe if your people skills were better, you wouldn't have people so eager to thumb their nose in your face.

Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Oh you absolute whore, Skerris didn't even need to die, you could literally have just not had your batteries fire! Oh my gosh this is his exact attitude in the finale. "Gee it's too bad about that guy, anyway shoot to kill." SKERRIS COULD STILL HAVE HAD INTACT SHIELDS WHEN HERA MADE HER SURPRISE ATTACK IF YOU HAD JUST NOT FIRED AT BOTH OF THEM, THAT WAS AAAAAAALLLL YOU, THRAWN, YOU ASS.

"How unfortunate." my foot.

Yeah, uh... X-wings can't actually fire like this with the S-foils closed. It's a known technical lore detail. Yeah the husband was pretty pissy about this one. I mean good for Hera but they should have really let her foils open.

Right so that means that this extra collision here is Thrawn's fault because he let Skerris die to prove a point. Stop doing that, you're gonna lose all your troops!

You know what I think Thrawn absolutely wanted to get to spring his second wave of TIEs on the attack squad and that's why he aggravated Skerris's blunder. He does seem to have a penchant for theatricality.

Again, very on-point lighting.

:(((((((

The defeat is almost muted in tone. We get only a suggestion of the massacre of the attack force, see them as nothing but streaks of flaming, falling comets of light. There's utter silence at first, and then strings ramping up as the horror descends, along with the ships.

All that effort and heroism, fizzled into nothing. With barely any effort on Thrawn's part.

The worry in Kanan's voice as he tries to call Hera. :(((((((

Ryder's resigned defeat, contrasted against Ezra's cautious optimism.

It's not often that it's Ezra comforting Kanan, but it works to pull Kanan out of his head enough to vacate the area with the others.

Ooooh the camerawork in that shot! And the sound design of Chopper's electronic panicked scream!

Seeing Hera hurt is always awful. Fortunately a gaggle of civilians are around to help.

The score flaring up in mournful cello notes as Kanan lets his fear and worry take over, which makes him halt and turn full tilt around to go back.

Ezra lets him go, even though he has to know what a bad idea it is. Better to let him try, I guess, and I know Ezra relates.

Still can't get over how hellish red Capital City looks at night.

Pryce is still Not Fond of Rukh lol.

RIP R3-A3. :(((((((

He died protecting Mart too.

Good on Mart, by the way, for being useful in this ambush, immediately grabs a blaster and shoulder-checks one Trooper and shoots another, I love him.

Zachary Gordon's voicing Mart a bit deeper this episode, apparently we hit puberty lol. (Mart, I mean. Zachary was 20 when this aired.)

Hhhnhnhnhhghfhh what was that noise, Rukh, jeez!

His theme coming in as he finds Mart and Hera and Chopper, heralded by that deep woodwind note.

Hera's not a slouch in the combat department, but Ruhk is very quickly on the offensive again, takes Chopper zapping the crap out of him for him to break off.

The white Loth-wolf meanwhile, is once again just kind of being ~mysterious~ and doing its thing. I have no idea why turning off all the other streetlights were necessary, it's not like Kanan can see it.

Kanan sounding very frustrated. I'm actually reminded of Ezra's behavior in the early part of "Legacy", impatient, impulsive, snapping randomly at the easiest target.

The Loth-wolf does not take kindly to it. But this gets Kanan to calm down again and clear his head.

Some excellent teamwork here between Hera, Chopper, and Mart.

"I'll catch up!" CURSED WORDS, HERA. CURSED WORDS.

The "Shenanigans" cue once again being put through an action wringer, notes staggered, off beat.

THE WAY THIS PARALLELS "CALL TO ACTION" WITH HERA SHOOTING OUT THE DOOR CONTROLS TO SEAL THINGS BEHIND CHOPPER AFTER ORDERING BOTH HIM AND MART TO GO.

Kanan being remarkably chill about all of this after his pep talk with the wolves.

And the wolves leitmotif to close us out, replacing over the ending credits.

Boy this episode is a downer. The attack we've hinged all our hopes on since Season Two fails, Hera is captured, and Lothal seems utterly lost. Now imagine having to wait about oh... six months to see the resolution. Yeah that was fun.

The animation and camerawork is wonderful this episode though, music appropriately somber, and the dark parallels to Season One's finale would continue, to a horribly subversive end. This is all serious from here on out. We have to face the darkest night before we can push through to the dawn.

See y'all next episode. It's uh... gonna be a thing.

#star wars #star wars rebels #kanan x hera #rebels rewatch #grand admiral thrawn #liveblog #dunking on the blue bastard

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p1-f1 · 11 months

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Perfect

Pairings: Craig Tucker x reader, Bebe Stevens x Clyde donovan

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: some angst, mentions of cigarettes, relationship troubles

Notes: Mentions of Creek and Bebe x Craig... I don't ship Bebe but I do with creek also should I start adding a summary? NOT PROOFREAD

PART 1/?

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You and Craig Tucker were close, but not as close as you'd like to be. He was known for his short lasted relationships, except for one with Tweek Tweak. Everyone knew he wasn't a very...affectionate, person. He had a few close friends, that he stuck with throughout middle and elementary. And still, they were with him.

The only relationships other than Tweek were with Bebe Stevens and multiple hookups with Kenny McCormick. There were no feelings in those hookups, most occurring when the two were getting high in Craig's bathroom. With Bebe however, she was in love. He was too, until he realized how in love he was with you.

You, as well as Craig, had a few relationships as well. Some with Clyde Donovan, one or two with Stan Marsh, and of course, hookups with Kenny. It wasn't really a hookup, as much as making out, cuddling, or just lovey dovey couple shit that wouldn't happen in normal friendships.

Now those were in the past. Bebe and Clyde had gotten together through craig, one because Bebe was his ex and two was because Clyde was his best friend. And there were no awkward feelings between them. Short lasting relationships in South Park were normal. They happened more than people would expect. As well as soul crushing rejections, and crushes everywhere.

Here you were, first day of junior year. So ready for it. Plans to join the cheer leading team, get closer with friends, and possibly run for student Council.

"Hey"

That sweet monotone voice said from behind you.

"Hm? Oh- Craig!"

You excitedly squealed, hugging the black haired teen. Instead of pulling his arms back like he'd do for anyone else, he put them around you, chuckling to himself.

"Hi, Y/N...Never thought I'd say this but I missed your hugs.."

Compliments. From your friend and crush Craig Tucker? He never gave out compliments! Now that you thought about it, he only gave them out to you.

"Really!? Thanks Craig!!"

Your arms let go of him, looking up at the tall boy. He smiled, showing his dark blue braces, oh how you missed that smile. Before you knew it, you had been staring for a good while.

"Take a picture, L/N. It'll last longer."

He teased, patting your head, ruffling your hair you had done the same morning. You shook your head, giggling with cheeks red. His teasing really took a toll on you.

"Shut up, man! Anyways...ill see you at lunch?"

"Guess you'll see me at lunch."

You skipped down the bustling hall, avoiding the pervs and trying not to run into anyone. High school hallways were a living hell. People running, walking, some crawling? You weren't sure why, but they were. And you'd seen it.

The rest of the day was a normal first day of high school. And eventually, lunch came. You and sat with the (soon to be) cheerleaders, until you saw Craig and his friends across the cafeteria.

"Excuse me, girls. I'll be right back.. "

The cafeteria, spoiler alerts, was also crowded. So after a good minute of building confidence, navigating, and searching for Craig's table, you had made it there.

"Hello, B-b-beautiful."

The comedian Jimmy Valmer had spoken. With a small wink, causing you to giggle as you greeted the guys. You sat on the edge of the table in between Tolkien and Craig, talking to them both as you remembered the time.

"Oh- I have to talk to the girls about cheer leading! I'll see you guys later!!"

"B-bye gorgeous."

Jimmy spoke once again, receiving a glare that could kill from Craig.

"Bye, L/N. I'll see you after lunch."

Craig smiled, and the others just waved with small hi's. As you walked back to the girls table, you could hear one of them.

"That Y/N? I mean... Sure... She's kind of a nerd, but she can totes join!"

Heidi. You and Heidi never got along. You couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about... Your tray went into the trash as you walked by, heading to Nichole.

"Hey, babe!"

"Hello, my love.. "

You dramatically sighed, falling into Nicholes arms. A hand on your head, you looked up at her, before laughing and standing up.

"You ready for cheer tryouts next week?"

"Oh totally! Just nervous, is all!"

The bell rang, causing the students of South Park flee to their next class. In your head you knew it would be more chill in a few days. Some would start shipping class like the goths and stoners, some would have clubs to attend to and others wouldnt care if they were late to class any more. This year would be good, you could feel it.

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#south park #craig tucker x yn #craig tucker x reader #PerfectSP

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mikkeneko · 1 year

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For choose violence ask game: 6, 12, 21, 24 (I was thinking mdzs but if you prefer to do them for another fandom go for it!)

Lots of options! Starting from the top!

6. which ship fans are the most annoying? ... for SVSSS.

I considered this for MDZS, but nothing really fit the bill. Other people doing this meme have named some subsets of WangXian stans, and while I can see the frustration, my OTP is also WangXian so those don't usually annoy me personally. XiYao and other 3Zun combos don't impinge on my enjoyment any, various F/F shippers are fine, juniors shippers bounce right off me... there are some specific types of character stans that annoy me but not so much ship fans.

However, I'd say that there is a specific subset of ship fans in SVSSS that do annoy the heck out of me -- LiuJiu shippers who seem to have decided that Shen Jiu is the actual one true hero of SVSSS and Liu Qingge is the one sole, shining source of reason who Understood Him (what?) and every other character is a horrible monster for doing him dirty. This character assassination starts at Luo Binghe (okay fair) extends to Shen Yuan (he didn't even get there until SJ was dead!) and Yue Qingyuan (c'mon, really?) and around the point where the ship thesis was explaining how Mu Qingfang was actually a horrible monster who denied medical care to all the disciples on Qing Jing Peak out of unfounded malicious spite against Shen Jiu, I was turned off this particular mindset quite permanently.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them... also for SVSSS

I dunno that I've got one of these. I think I don't tend to get into fandoms where the characters I like are broadly unpopular. There are characters who are divisive, but they tend to have fervent defenders as well as detractors (Anders from DA, Jiang Cheng from MDZS.) And characters that are broadly unpopular, well, I don't usually like them much either.

How about Zhuzhi-lang? I like Zhuzhi-lang. I don't know that he's unpopular so much that generally just doesn't seem to get much attention overall. Same for Tianlang-jun, maybe. Anyway what I like about ZZL specifically is that particular combination of sweet, good-hearted nature and absolutely blue and orange morality. You showed kindness to me and I love you! Now I will repay you by completely ruining your life. This step is completely logical and I can't see how anyone else wouldn't get it.

21. part of canon you think is overhyped... for MDZS

Guanyin Temple. I will not elaborate.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse... for MDZS

Absolutely everything relating to the Jiang family dysfunction. You can get takes in a spectrum running from "Yu Ziyuan was right to treat Wei Wuxian as she did because he was a bad seed and it doesn't count as abuse because it was normal for the setting" to "suggesting there's any kind of complex dynamics at play or that any of the people involved are any more complicated than a 2d papercut monster is abuse apologism" to "Jiang Cheng should simply have Understood that everything his parents and culture taught him was completely wrong, on his own, in a vacuum, as a teenager" to "Jiang Yanli should have made her parents stop being abusive, this is a reasonable thing to expect a teenager girl to accomplish" and they are all very bad

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

#salty sunday #mikke memes #choose violence meme

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bobbiworks · 6 months

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Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 8

Written by: Bobbi Henderson (jayxhobi)

riize fanfiction : wonbin, eunseok, seunghan, anton, sohee, sungchan, shotaro

Genre: youth, teen romance, highschool, friendship, fluff, angst, slice of life

Shotaro decided to take his puppy out for a walk when he happened to meet Jiwoo walking home. The two had known each other for years, but it was only this year when they began to exchange conversations about their day. Shotaro was a senior student in Segye High School, making Jiwoo his junior.

Their parents had known each other since they were teens, so they were expected to be friends too, but it was too awkward for them to begin with because Jiwoo and Shotaro were complete opposites.

They couldn't find anything in common except for being in the same school until Jiwoo gathered up her courage to ask him.

"Hello, Toby!" Jiwoo greeted the Pomeranian pup with a big smile before she greeted its owner, Shotaro. "Hello, Shotaro."

"From school?" He asked, to which Jiwoo replied with a nod. "Great job today!"

"Thank you," she smiled. "Uhm, by the way... do you know Song Eunseok?" She asked, her cheeks beginning to blush pink. It made Shotaro think for a moment since the name rang a bell until he nodded.

"Hmm, why?" He confirmed and inquired.

"Does he have a girlfriend?" She asked bluntly.

"I'm not sure, but I am close to his friend, Sungchan," Shotaro replied. He then made a playful smile at her. "Why? Have a crush on him?"

Though he was expecting Jiwoo would at least deny her feelings, the girl openly declared, "Yes. I am absolutely in love with him." She sternly said.

"Eh," that was all he could say.

"So can you tell me what kind of girl he likes?" She asked him.

"Jiwoo, you should relax. Is he nice to you?" He asked her. He was sure he was not the only one who thought Song Eunseok was a great guy. All he could hear from his friends was that he was a complete menace, but he was skeptical about the rumors because being a menace wouldn't make him the top student of the class since freshman year.

"I'll ask Sungchan when I see him, but first, don't change for someone who doesn't like you for who you are. Okay?" Shotaro warned. Jiwoo was pretty and kind, and there was nothing to change about her, but she seemed too innocent to say that she is in love with someone.

"Uhh, he doesn't talk to me. But I want him to notice me," She eagerly smiled. "I heard he likes pretty girls with makeup and–"

The next day, Wonbin was excited to go home with Jiwoo, but when he arrived at school, Mr. Park announced that she was absent due to health problems.

It made his heart sink.

He was spending lunchtime with Sungchan and the others in their classroom when a student knocked on their door. It was a tall, kind-looking boy, smiling nicely at them.

"Hello, is this Class 1-B?" The boy asked.

Seunghan approached the boy and realized it was an upperclass student, so he immediately dipped his head at him. "Hello."

"Hello, are you Jiwoo's friend?" The boy asked, and Seunghan cautiously nodded because he was not sure if Jiwoo considered him a friend or just someone she was nice to. Besides, he was not sure if Jiwoo was actually friends with the others since she was always alone.

"I'm Shotaro Osaki; I'm her neighbor. She asked me to give this to Park Wonbin and Hong Seunghan." Shotaro said as he gently handed him two boxes of cookies, carefully wrapped for each of them. Wonbin got up and went to meet Shotaro.

Shotaro was quite surprised to see the faces of Jiwoo's friends and couldn't help but chuckle at it.

"Is she alright?" Wonbin asked Shotaro, regardless of the cookies that were given to him.

"Dude, Jiwoo got us cookies." Seunghan was happy as he received the box.

"Yes, she actually got into an accident while cooking dinner last night, and it caused her to be sick this morning. She will be fine by tomorrow," Shotaro explained. "You are?"

"Park Wonbin," Wonbin answered. Shotaro nodded and went to pull out something from his chest pocket and quietly gave it to Wonbin.

"Well, enjoy the cookies." Shotaro said, waving goodbye to them.

"Thank you!" Seunghan waved back, he was already munching on the butter cookies. "He is so nice." He grinned, but Wonbin went back to his seat and unfolded the piece of paper Shotaro gave him.

He read it and quickly put it in his pocket before Seunghan could see it.

"What was that?" Seunghan asked, still munching on the cookies.

"Nothing," he replied but eventually got up from his seat. "I'll buy some drinks." He said. Suyoung heard that he was heading out and asked if she could go with him, but Wonbin didn't hear her.

Wonbin,

Sorry if I am absent today. I am sick right now. I hope these cookies will make up for it. My mom baked them, so I asked if I should give some to my friends. I hope you guys like them. See you tomorrow! - Jiwoo

Wonbin smiled as he read the note from her. It wasn't something special, and even the paper was just a ripped page from her sketchpad, but it made him feel important. It was the first note Wonbin received from someone. He began to think that Jiwoo isn't just a weird girl, but she was more than that.

"Hyung," Sungchan greeted him brightly the moment he saw Shotaro by the door. "What brings you here?"

Shotaro had some time for the day and decided to drop by Sungchan's class. There he actually saw Song Eunseok in the flesh with his girlfriend, Yuri.

"Just passing by," Shotaro replied. Then he noticed Eunseok stood from his seat and approached the two of them.

"Ah, this is Eunseok, my best friend," Sungchan said. "Eunseok, this is Shotaro. He is the president of the student council."

"I know," Eunseok nodded and shook Shotaro's hand. Just like what he heard from others about him, Shotaro concluded that indeed Eunseok is a cold person. He was the total opposite of Sungchan, but the way he stands and speaks somehow made Shotaro feel a bit small.

"I am glad to see you here, hyung," Sungchan smiled. "Are you still doing the academy?"

"Yes, every night. You?"

"Well, I flunked last year with Math, so my mom told me to stop dancing for a while." The younger one replied, a bit embarrassed.

"I see. Well, it was great seeing you here." Shotaro gave him a pat on the shoulder, before turning to Eunseok with a nod.

"The President, huh." Eunseok spoke, his eyes following Shotaro's back until he disappeared into the crowd. "Suddenly want to become a president."

"Can't you stop? It is already not fun." Sungchan snapped at him. Eunseok has been very strange lately, and it was getting on his nerves.

"Ahh,about the girl last time. Did you get her name?" He asked, stopping Sungchan from walking further.

"Talking about a girl? Shim Jiwoo? Name's ugly." She commented while hugging Eunseok's arm. "Does Sungchan like her? Maybe we can make people follow her just to be sure."

"Shim Jiwoo." Sungchan replied, annoyed but Yuri heard it and went to the two.

She thought Eunseok was going to agree with her suggestion, but the man simply looked at her with a hint of utter disgust behind his small yet menacing smile.

"What?" Yuri asked.

"You know what I hate?" Eunseok asked her. Slowly, Yuri's embrace around his arm loosened, but she maintained her attitude towards him and smiled.

"You hate ugly girls," Yuri replied confidently. She was sure she was not one of those girls he hated.

Eunseok nodded. "Correct," he smiled, but still a menacing one. "But I haven't mentioned that... I hate girls who get involved with my business the most."

"I am your girlfriend." Yuri defended herself, feeling humiliated from what he said.

There was an uncomfortable silence befell them when Eunseok's smile slowly faded, and Yuri only felt hatred and despise in his eyes. Her insides were shaking, and she had never seen Eunseok like this before.

"Eunseok." Sungchan placed a hand on Eunseok's shoulder to shrug him off from his mind, seeing Yuri shaking in fear was enough for the day. He didn't want Eunseok to lose his facade over a girl.

"Go," Sungchan told Yuri, who immediately scurried away.

"You okay?" Sungchan asked his friend, who snapped back to his senses.

"Yeah, what happened?" Eunseok asked, unsure what happened a few minutes ago.

"Not important." Sungchan patted his shoulder and went back to his seat.

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equallyshaw · 2 years

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summer of love. - quinn hughes. - pt 1.

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Pt 2. Pt 3. Insta edit.

warnings: swearing, mentions of toxic/abuseful ex's. that should be it, let me know tho!

word count: 5.3k+

Third:

Mable Barbra Bennett, 21 almost 22 year old out of dallas texas was somebody that now oozed confidence and collectivness. Never straying far from what was expected of her. She grew up in a hockey loving family, with two older sisters - counting her as the youngest. Her two sisters played basketball and volleyball, while she pursued the arts. She is an avid piano player and quite honestly an amateur professional at this point. She also is a poised painter, and has spent many summers dedicated to her practices. Her family is also life long friends of the Hughes, always meeting up in New Hampshire at their respective Lake Houses. Never daring to stray from any tradition, Mable did. She decided that after he freshman year at University of Souther California for music, she would stay out there every summer until the summer between her Junior and Senior year. Which meant she had missed out on so much, she had missed two summers away from the Lake. Much to her parent's dismay, they obliged and helped her every step of the way. So she was now fully, a Dallas,Texas transplant in the state of California. Her dream home, and a place where she could be exactly who she wanted to be.

Yet, this summer she decided to show up to the lake house unexpectdly. After spending the last few summers growing her practice with some of the best in the country, as well as dealing with much needed mental health therapy- she decided to on a whim to fly out there after speaking with her therapist. She knew she needed to go back at some point, and also deal with her past head on. Lake life is not for the faint of heart, she hated the clicks and the harrasment she recieved from the other kids on the lake. She was quiet, shy and so un competative which made her a avid watcher of games that she was unincluded in. She can't sit here and say she was not hurt, but she also knew she wouldn't be good at whatever game they decided to play. She accepted that, and the Hughes brothers + her sisters always made sure she was always included somehow. But, she spent many days in the house either practicing her piano skills or painting. What started as sad distractions of being left out, turned out to be some of her biggest passions. So when she booked her plane tickets for two days from now, she was nervous. She was excited. She was worried, that they wouldn't like her. The hughes wouldn't see her as there own anymore, like they had previously with her and her sisters. Yet, she knew she needed to face them head on as well as everybody else. She couldn't sit back anymore, and allow life to pass her by - outside of California and Texas.

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Mable walked out into the familiar airport, and hurried to grab her suitcase in the midst of summer chaos. Yet, being a once seasoned flyer here she navigated like a pro. Her uber came quicker than expected, so she dashed to the pickup spot and greeted the woman. She thanked her as she took her suitcase, and hopped in the suv. "So what brings you to new hampshire?" The driver questioned, as they pulled out to start there 25 minute journey. Mable shrugged, "Just a quick to visit some family and then i'll be back to California." She answered honestly. The dark haired girl,still didn't have an exact reaosn why she was here - she just booked the plane ticket. Her therapist was happy she did, because she would have never done it otherwise. Yet, remained close by incase it became too much and she needed to get out. The familiar lake homes and trees, she had adored so much dawned the window views. It took her breath everytime, they reached this part of the treck. Transporting her everytime, back to the second summer they had come out here. It was when she was 6 and had met the Hughes family for the first time. Well, apparently the Ellen and Jim had met her as a baby but since they were in Canada for a few years, they hadn't seen them since then. And since then, it's been an unspoken tradition to spend time with them out here. Before the chaos of hockey started back up. And as they grew older, there time in the summer meant more and more. Especially now that two of the Hughes were full fledged NHL"ers. Mable hadn't been to the lake since Jack had been drafter n.1. She hadn't been back since Luke started at Michigan. She had missed big mile stones in there lives, and vice versa. She feared, that all that time missed had ruined there relationship. She always saw Jack as her twin and bestie, and Luke as her younger brother. And Quinn as the older (only by half a year, she always reminded him.) broody brother. One that was quite reserved with her, but she didn't care after awhile. She just focused on her paiting and piano, and moved on. Never, worrying about him again. Her two older sisters; Ella-Mae who was the oldest at 27, and Tabitha 25, were always the ring leader in any and all chaos the boys started. Always, always taking over. Much to the boys dismay, ofcourse.

She sighed, seeing the familiar sign of the lake and felt the butterflies in her stomach grow more and more. Her leg began to shake, and she didn't want to do this anymore. She wished she had stayed away, and had never brought up the idea to her therapist. But it was too late, she was already at the lake house. No cars were in the driveway which signaled that the family must of been down the road at the Hughes or back in the town. She hopped out, taking out her keys and took the suitcase gratefully. She thanked the driver, and walked towards the door. She prayed to god, they had not changed the locks. Or she would have to walk to the Hughes with her tail between her legs, if they were even there. Which by this point, and her family's schedule, they should be. Thankfully, the lock was the same, and she rolled her bag to the living room and heard nothing. Which meant she was alone. She smiled walking towards the french doors and opened them and took in the lake smell. She walked outside, and towards the dock. That had seen many rough summers, back in it's hayday. She took a moment to enjoy the stillness of the lake, and the quietness because she knew, soon enough it would be chaos. She walked back inside, and walked over towards the grand piano they had had since she was a baby. She smiled softly, sitting down, opening up the key cover and tapping one of the keys. Still intune and itching to be player.

She strummed her fingers along, slowly falling into a simple melody. Her eyes shut, humming along and playing into the abyss. Her music, always doing wonders for her. She continued playing, adding in a upbeat tempo and her hand speed increased, going right into a Beethoven classic, that at this point was her staple. She had been playing the concerto for about 10 minutes before somebody tapping her on the shoulder. She flung around, ready to defend herself. But she was met with her older sister, Tabitha who was grinning and dawned confused eyebrows. "Any particular reason why your playing in the middle of fucking new hampshire and not california?????!?!?!" She screamed, playfully wrapping her arms around the younger sister. Mable laughed, as her the older girl pulled her up and started to jump with her in excitment. "I know I know! I have some explaining to do." Mable said stopping, and taking in her sister's demaneor. "God, I missed you girl." She said in perfect Flipino and pulled her sister in for a big hug. "I've missed you too." Mable said softly. "Well, let's get you changed and we can bring you over to the Hughes since mom and dad are there with Ella-Mae and Joshua." Tabitha said pushing her up the stairs. "Joshua??? Awe, ive missed him." Mable said excitedly, about her future brother in law. Tabitha nodded, whipping out her phone and pushing the facetime icon on her older sisters contact.

"What- did you get lost on the way there?" Ella-mae joked, as she picked up the phone. Tabitha rolled her eyes and walked outside to the deck, "No, but I do think Mable Barbra Bennett did." She mused, sitting on the steps. "WAIT!!!!!!!" Ella said jumping up and alerting the family. "Wait!!!!!" She said walking over towards the edge of grass, debating if she wanted to jog over the few houses to see her youngest. "Holy shit- no way she is here." Ella said no grinning, darting her eye sight towards the confused family. "She is, run on over before she leaves." Tabitha, didn't need to say that twice. "Ill be back!!!" Ella said to the family, using her cross country skills to her ability. Jack and Luke peered over confused, before heading back up to the deck as they all asked questions. Ella had made it over there, as Mable had walked outside to greet her. "AHHHHHHH!" Ella said on top of her lungs, being heard from well past the Hughes house. "OH MY GOD!!!" She said jumping up and down, causing Mable to laugh uncontrollably. "YES YES YES!" Tabitha confirmed, joining in on the chaos that consumed the two. "Why they hell are you here? Wait no, I don't care. You're here!" Ella questioned the youngest, who just shrugged. The three sisters had barely saw eachother as it was, always on different schedules when she came back to Dallas for Christmas or Thanksgiving, and the once a year trip to visit the girl at school didn't cover it. "A whim?" Mable said unsurely, but the sisters didn't care. They wrapped there arms around her, just thanking the universe she was back. As they should, they had worried about her when she didn't come back out to the lake. They understood why, but it still made them nervous about the details she had never disclosed. "Let's get you overe there." Ella said pulling the girl down the deck, or atleast trying to. "I don't know." The youngest said unsurely. Her anxiety beginning to rise even more, "I haven't seen them in two years almost three, what if they don't like me?" She rasped, as an anxiety attack began. "Hey look at me." Tabitha said trying to help her breathe. "They want you here, they miss you. The information and stories plus pictures don't cover it. Ellen and Jim miss their third adoptive daughter, Jack misses his twin and Luke misses his favorite sister. And well Quinn, well I still don't know how to read him after all these years." Ella said, half-joking about the last part.

Mable nodded, her heart beat slowly dropping, her sister Tabitha's mimicking was helping her. The words that came out of Ella's mouth, was somewhat comforting. "You got this, no self doubt allowed." Tabitha grinned pulling her into her side, as they walked down the deck and out towards the outer edge of the grass that doubled as a makeshift beach. Ella ran ahead of the two, alerting the family of the impending and long overdue arrival of Mable. Next thing you heard was shout's of excitment, with there mama leaping out of her seat to see her. There mama walked with Ellen towards the edge of the grass, waiting for her. The dads, throwing back another sip of beer, relishing in the fact that there families were complete with the arrival of Mable. Jack and Luke dashed towards the grass as well, with Quinn sitting with there dad's unsure what to do.

"If it isn't mable the munchkin." Jack grinned as they were now in earshot. Ellen gave him a look, but Mable didn't care. It was now engrained in her dna. "Hi mamas." Mable said as the two moms wrapped there arms around the young girl, before she parted to hug luke. "Okay, that's not fair you are this tall. I think you are almost exactly one foot taller now." She joked as they hugged. "And Mable has stayed the same." Jack threw another short joke out, causing the girl to roll her eyes. "Hi Jack, still a bitch after all these years. Huh?" She smirked as they threw there arms around one another. "And after all these years, still the same jokes." Jack said wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they walked up the grass to the deck. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." She said in her perfect- fake southern accent causing Jack and Luke to throw there heads back in laughter. "Okay, cheeky. Keep it up." Jack said shoving her in front of him, so she could greet Jim. "Hi, sweetheart." He said, and she parted smiling before moving over to her dad. He wrapped his arms around her, making her feel more at home then ever. After all, she was always closest to her dad.

"Hi dad." She murmured, as he kissed her head. "Looking like the true californian with that all year round tan I see." He joked as they parted. "Hmmm." She responded, walking over towards Quinn who had stood up from his seat. She smiled softly, giving him a quick stiff hug before sitting in her once, and now designated seat. That no one had sat in since the last time she was here. Josh walked out of the house, surprised to see the young one. She hopped up, jogging over and hugged the confused fiance. "Wait, did I miss a chapter or what." he joked causing everybody to laugh. She rolled her eyes playfully, walking back to her seat in between Jack and Luke. Preparing herself for the impending questions. "So why the hell are you here? Last time we heard anything, you had no plans to be back?" Jack said right out of the gate, causing them to chuckle softly. "Oh geez, lest we forget your punctality." She said resting her head on her propped up arm, giving him a funny face to mirror his. Mable shrugged, "Felt right. Finally had a chance to get away from San Diego. My permanent summer abode, and where I have been studying underneath some of the best pianists out there on the Southern coast." She said honestly, looking around. "Have you joined an orchestra yet?" Ellen asked, and the girl shook her head. "Not yet, I know at some point I will but not yet. But I know, I always have the oppurtunity to do so since I take all the worshops they offer there when I can. Sometimes spending my off days and weekends there, during the school year." She responded, to which Ellen smiled. "Well, from what you mom has been saying- you love it out there. And from what we've seen, it's true?" She questioned and Mable groaned. "Again? With the pictures?" The girl joked to her mom who only laughed. "Yeah, I love it out there. It's exactly where I am meant to be. You can't beat the dry heat." She mused, lacing her hands together to control her anxiety. Something, Quinn took notice of.

Mable walked into the Hughes summer home, looking for the washroom that last time had been decked out in beach theme decor. She found it swiftly again, taking her time to make sure she looked decent before going back out. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, as she walked out. She sighed, seeing it was from her ex- Lucifer. That name should have given it away, a walking red flag. Next thing you know, her phone was buzzing with a call from him. She sighed, picking it up, and making her way to the den that was off from the deck where everybody was. "Stop calling me." She started, as she paced. "What don't you understand about us being done, huh?" She questioned bitterly. "Well, im sorry that I want closure from a three year relationship Mable. Sorry that I want that." He bellowed from his end, causing her to cringe. She rubbed her hand over her face, sitting down. "Maybe if you hadn't acted the way you had, I would have given you a better answer. But no, you were mean Lucifer. Mean. And so, you don't deserve anything else." She said, feeling her lip begin to tremble. Her excuse for the past few years has always involved with painting and piano workshops. That was half the truth, unfortuntly. Her ex boyfriend of three years, Lucifer: the star hot shot of the men's basketball team, had been controlling of her summers. Only having her stay in the San Diego/Orange county area, where he spent his summers with his family. She didn't realize it at first, but he was toxic. Her second summer in, she noticed it. That's when she first began to go to therapy. She didn't realize that he was the reason why she didn't come back out here, that he didn't want her to. He didn't want her around the Hughes brothers who AGAIN were literally her brothers. She wouldn't think for the life of her, to have a crush on any of them. Well, that's half true.

"You were so incredibly toxic dude, I didn't realize until last summer. So no, I owe you nothing." She further explaining herself. "Are you gonna give me any examples, huh? Or are you gonna accuse me of something I know nothing about and bitch to me?" He spat, causing her to shake. Her lip trembled even more, as she felt a tear fall out. "You never..never-" She paused, barely whispering the words she had needed to say for over a year. "You never wanted me to see my family. You always wanted me to be near you in the summers so I wouldn't come out to the Lake. You did that, you told me numerous times and it showed in your actions, Luc." She said barely audiable, wiping her flowing tears. "Because I don't know? They aren't the best people to be around with? Did I ever exclude you from a game of beach volleyball? Did I ever exclude you from any other activity, simply because you were shy or not competative enough? I didn't, they did Mabes." He said, and I shook my head. "But it wasn't like that, they always had me be apart of things. They always did what I wanted to do-" She paused, sobbing. He was right in some twisted way, it was something she had gone over in therapy. But, he was using it to his advantage. She now knew, that he used her past summers to coax her back into his family's summer. Taking precedence, and promising a fun and exciting summer, that included her in everything. It was a way to assert dominance over the relationship, and make her think that coming back out to the lake was a bad idea.

"Yeah, you might be right in that sense, but I know what you are getting at. You think that they are horrible human beings because they were different than me. I chose to not participate, I chose to stay inside to paint, read and play piano. Like, how I decided to participate in volleyball, or fucking fishing with you even though I hate fishing. I willingly stood behind, because I was scared." She confessed, throwing the both of them off. Especially the dark haired boy, in the doorway. She sighed, wiping her tears. "Lucifer, please don't call anymore. I don't want to hear what you have to say or that you think it's best if I come back. Im not going back to you, ever. I am not going to be with you ever again." She said confidently, before ending the call. Her back hunched over, and she covered her eyes in exhaustion. The dark haired boy knocked softly on the wall, alerting the dark haired girl. She jumped up, seeing Quinn in the doorway. She wondered, how much he had heard. She hoped she didn't hear how she confessed that she was scared. Scared to be made fun of, by them. He stepped in, a foot at a time, unsure how to confront the situation. As he stepped closer, he saw the puffy nose, cheeks wet from crying, exhaustion creeping through her eyes. He saw the once-shy, always put together girl that he had secretly liked all these years, for once looking disgruntled and so not shy.

She wiped her undereyes, and sniffled before trying to walk out. "Wait. Are you ok?" He questioned, noticing the tears beginning to pool in her brown eyes. She debated on lying, but she didn't want to put on an act in front of him. She was tired, and simply over having to lie to her family and tell them how wonderful her life in California is, that she has the guy of her dreams and that she loves the idea of being part of an orchestra. Those three lies, crept in her thoughts each day and night. Her mind having enough now, left her with sleepless nights. Long, un fulfilling days in the sun. Quinn saw her shoulders slouch, before she broke out into a sob. He apprehensivly wrapped his arms around her, very confused at what was happening. "I hate my life. I hate it so much. I hate California, I hate my life out there. I- I - I've been lying to my family, when i've been miserable and isolated." She confessed, and he slowly rubbed a hand on her back. "Atleast they know, I broke up with my boyfriend but they don't know why or what he did." And with that, he moved back to study her face. She shook her head, "No he never hit me, I know that's what you are thinking." She said and he nodded, pulling her back in. "But he was mean, he was controlling. He was toxic and wanted the world to think we were a perfect couple, college sweethearts. But we were far from it." She continued on, "And you are probably wondering why I haven't been out here. I've never been honest as to why, always spewing lies." She added, pulling away from him to go sit back down. He followed her to the couch, as she confessed more. "He never wanted me to come here, Quinn. He wanted to keep me in California because he thought you three were mean, evil spirited and purposly isolated me as a kid." She paused, pulling some hair behind her ear. "But we weren't." Quinn retaliated, and she nodded. "I know that, and you were never mean to me. None of you guys. He doesn't believe me when I say I chose to keep to myself. He doesn't believe me when I say I enjoyed the solitude or doing my own thing, watching you guys at all hours. Because, he saw a different side of me. He always included me any game or activity during the summer. And so, he doesn't believe that as a kid I was vastly different. I changed a lot when I went to college, as college students usually do. And so, he saw a calm, collected and confidant Mable that you guys never saw. Well, the confidence part atleast. So when I took part in beach volleyball, I had fun doing it which was a stark differance than when we were kids. When I went for hikes, it was different than when I was a kid. And he's using the little information I had given him about you guys, throwing it back on me and telling me I shouldn't be around you because you guys are the one's who are toxic. Ironic, because he's the one that is." She finished, "Well he sounds like an ass." Quinn exclaimed, causing the sad girl to laugh. In agreemant, she nodded. She clasped her hands again, as her anxeity grew. Quinn noticing once again.

"Sorry uh, nobody really knows about all that besides my uh therapist." She sheepishly said, looking at the floor. He softly smiled, "Well thankyou for opening up to me, Im sure it hasnt been fun lying to everybody." He said and she looked up at him, and nodded. "Yeah, very." She smiled back before standing up. "Where are you going?" He questioned, honestly never wanting her to leave his sight ever again. And then potentially disappear for another two years. She grinned, "I think we have a frisebee competition to put on." She said walking out towards the back yard. You got it Mae!" He said jogging up to her, grabbing her, throwing her bridal style and running outside with her. "Frisbee-now!" He yelled out to the sibilings and they hurriedly got up to start the competition. Jack and Mable on one, Luke and Ella on one with Quinn and Tabitha on the last. Mable and Jack started off with the first win, every catch was 2 points unless it was a far or difficult one- that was 3. They beat Luke and Ella. mable stuck out her tongue to Luke as Jack lifted her up and spun her around. No longer a grudge for any of them, to have her on there team. She was somebody new, exciting and very competative. Her and Jack did there secret handshake from back in the day which now was no longer secret. "We got this J." She said starting to get into position to run after his throws. Her short but long legs, carrying her far landing the first point. "Who'd a thought munckin got skills?" He said as she threw it back to him. "Fuck off." The dark haired girl hollered causing everybody to laugh. Jack threw it again, and again and again. Beating Quinn and Tabitha by a long shot, which ended with Quinn getting his ass beat by Tabitha. Jack ran up to Mable and picked up up, as they screamed in excitment.

Luke finally got Tabitha off of Quinn, and they took part in the competition winning dance fest going on from Jack and Mable.

Mable was back, better than ever.

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Mable looked at the clock, it was now 4:30 in the morning and she could no longer sleep. She huffed, throwing off the comforter and getting out of bed. She threw on a two piece suit, and headed out to the lake with a towel in hand. She smiled, looking up at the stars that were beginning to lift. After a few minutes of taking in the sky, she dropped her towel near the end of the grass before walking into the lake. She had missed late night swims, and morning ones. Inch by inch, her 5'3 stature taken away by cool water. She began to swim out towards the middle between her family's dock and the one in front of theres. She moved over to her back, looking up at the sky and allowing the soft waves to move her every few minutes. She had missed it here, she had missed the warmth of Ellen, the Cheeky sassy side of Jack, the lovey dovey Luke (which made sense with the three girls, having the most influence on him), Jim's dad jokes and Quinn's mysteric, very moody of a personality. She was appreciative that he had stayed with her, allowing herself to be vulnerable and honest with him. It had meant the world, to both of them. She sighed, turning back over and began to do breaststrokes towards the Hughes house. If she was right, Quinn would of been awake by now- getting ready for his morning run. Like her, Quinn too could not sleep very well. He couldn't believe she was back, and wanted to spend as much time with her as he could. She was intoxicating in the very best way. And now that she was out of her shell? Unedinably radiant, and ever beautiful. Quinn walked out to the dock, stretching and taking in the morning sky before heading out for his run.

"Lookey here, if it isn't mr.brood himself." Mable said, pulling him from his thoughts as she swam to the dock and stared up at him. He smiled, before sitting down. "Don't you have a run to get to?" She teased, raising an eyebrow. He smiled, looking down. "Im glad you know my schedule, ms.mable." He joked and she giggled. "I know a lot more than you think Quinny. Think of all the times I "read" outside as a kid, you don't think I didn't pick up on anything?" She smirked floating on her back once again. So he too was not the only one that looked, that held a stare longer than he should have,or listened in on conversations that had nothing to do with him. "Besides, I always had to make sure Jack was not pulling anything out of his ass about me." She added causing him to chuckle. She had missed that laugh. "Right, cuz that was something that he never did." He mused, causing her to laugh along. "Defintely the opposite of me as a kid." She mumbled, thinking he couldn't hear her- but he did. "That's why you got along so well together, adding even more to the unspoken bond between you two." Quinn started, "Thick as thieves, with you being the most sneaky." He finished and she nodded looking back up at him. "Yeah, you shouldn't have ever underestimated my quientess." She mused, "Oh I didn't dont worry." He responded. "That's how you figured us all out. A skill that allowed you to get the most info from us. I applaud you, I really do. It takes much dedication around us." He joked and she shook her head smiling. She swam over to the dock and hoisted herself up onto the dock. Quinn watched as she did so, taking in the newly exposed stature. She had changed a lot, since he last saw her. Her bathing suit, only adding to that testimony.

"Well, im glad somebody noticed." she said shoving him playfully. "I did, always." He said softly, and she pretended she did not hear it. "You know, I never did tell my parents but you wanna know who I stumbled upon in L.A?" She grinned, and he looked over at her. "Who?" He questioned. "Somebody with the last name Brisson..." She trailed off, and his eyes grew wide. "Turns out they are pretty big deal in L.A hockey." She grinned, "Didn't care for the oldest but eh, they were cool." She mused and he chuckled. "You met them? When?" He asked, a little too excited at 5 am, for Mable's liking. She laughed, "Before I came out here. I went to Manhattan beach with some friends and they like came up and wanted to talk to my friends." She explained, "Brendan defintely got my friend's number while Jordan got an instagram. He was shy and, I did not expect him to be able to get one." She joked and Quinn laughed. "Safe to say, nothing ever happened between him and my friend, but Brendan and my friend Lexi hit it of well." she added. "That's funny, small world." He mused and she nodded. "Well, if I am correct- you are ten minutes late to you run." She smirked before diving back into the lake. "Maybe, if youre lucky, I might meet you at our secret hiding spot around 2." She grinned before swimming back, not bothering to get a verbal response out of him. They already knew the answer.

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truly-morgan · 8 months

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[NHS want NMJ back, feat.WWX (w.i.p)]

Nie Brothers | Mo Dao Zu Shi 13-07-2021

[#niehuaisang #niemingjue , post-canon feat. Wwx]

What if after the event at the temple, nie huaisang as people go and sneakily bring back his brother's body. He finally got it back in one piece (kind of) and he won't let it be caged with the person who killed him. He hates that he has to chain nmj in the secret chamber he has, but it is for his own good and so he doesn't attract people's attention to them.

His second in command is a bit unsure as he looks at the trashing body of the former sect leader. "Nie-zongzhu, are you sure this is the right thing to do?"

Nhs didn't turn to him as he kept watching his brother (or rather the body off). He knew what he probably meant by this question. But nmj was already out of the circle of reincarnation with his present state, What could be worse? Trying the drag back his consciousness would only make it that it was not "necessary" to destroy nmj for being an uncontrollable fierce corps.

He knew it was possible. Wwx did it once with wn while sl still had his too.

"Send the missive to cloud recess" nhs simply said with certainty.

"Do you think he will accept to help?"

"He will" he simply replied, folding shut his fan, "he won't have another choice".

With this nhs turned around, getting out of the chamber, ready to go back to his preparation for his plan. A large part of his plan was finally over.

But it was not over yet and he wouldn't give up now either.

"Wei-gongzi, a missive from qinghe arrived for you" said a disciple as he entered the training ground where he was helping the juniors train.

"From qinghe?" Wwx asked a bit surprised and curious. There was only one person in qinghe he really knew.

He left lsz to train with ljy, taking the letter after thanking the disciple who went back to his other duties. He had a curious smile on his lips as he first started to read, before his face dropped to something a bit more serious, frowning slightly now.

His sudden shift in attitude only made the juniors curious too, wondering what could make the man's mood change so quickly.

"Is everything alright?" Lsz asks a bit worried something might have happened.

"Yes, nothing for you to worry about" wwx smiled, the action looking a bit more forced than it should be. He rolled back the missive, putting it in his robe. "It seems I have some things to do now, you will sadly not have my great expertise to train with," he said, Making ljy eyes roll a bit. Lsz could only watch wwx walk away looking a bit troubled and unsure. He went to warn lwj about it, just so someone could keep an eye on wwx.

Yet, when lwj joined wwx back at the jingshi. But all he could catch was wwx destroying a roll with a fire talisman, frowning a bit as he bit his lip.

"Wei ying" he called out to.

Wwx was surprised a bit, turning with a smile on his lips now, ready to joke before he saw how worried lwj seemed to be. "Is something wrong in qinghe?" He asks.

After all, if sect leader nie needed important help he would most likely have asked the sect. Why asking wwx?

"Nothing too bad, nhs just need my help with something, so I'll be heading to the unclean realm for a while" he explain as he was putting some robes in a qianku bag. "Wei ying".

"I think you should be able to stay here, I might need to stay for a while" "wei ying"

"But like I saif it's nothing dangerous, it's simply that it might take a whi-" "wei ying!".

Wwx finally stopped the flow of words when his husband grabbed his wrist, spinning him around to look at him.

He soften a bit, only now seeing how much lwj seemed to worry. It wasn't as if nhs wanted him gone either (at least he doesn't think he did anything to him to do that).

"Lan zhan, do you trust me?" He asks gently.

"Always"

"Then trust me on this one, it will be alright, Nhs simply need my help for something and after that, I will come back." He assured.

"What does he need you for that gusu cannot do?".

Wwx knew what lwj was implying.

What could wwx do that no other sect could help with?

His demonic cultivation obviously.

Wwx would most likely have little money if it was not for lwj letting him spend as much as he wants.

He had no important connection as wwx didn't touch any of the present relations between sects.

He didn't have a sect to send people for help.

He wouldn't be good for doing relationships with other sects.

And mxy body and golden core were still not as strong as what the original wwx had.

So of course it had to be demonic cultivation.

Wwx smiled slightly to him, caressing his cheek with his free hand in what he hoped would be soothing.

"He needs help with... nmj" he finally admitted, wincing a bit at the grip getting stronger around his wrist, as if to make sure he wouldn't suddenly run away.

"It will be bad for you" lwj then said, releasing the pressure a bit after seeing him wince.

He had already convinced wwx to use demonic cultivation less and cultivate more properly like he did in the past (but how does one switch so easily when in their memory they have gone by with DC for many years already?)

Wwx sighed at that, his hand gently going above the one holding him. "He's not asking me to raise and control an army of fierce corps, he just wants me to do what I did with wn" he precise. And honestly, he wasn't sure anymore how he had actually managed to bring back wn. His time on burial mounds was a bit muddy in his mind.

"Then let me come with you" lwj asked.

Wwx wanted to refuse saying it would be alright, but then he felt like lwj would either come join him if it ended up taking too much time or would just follow him.

He sighed again, thinking it over.

Maybe lwj could help too. Sure he wasn't doing any demonic cultivation, but he would probably still find ways to help him. Plus he could help wash away the effect that would surely stay from using demonic cultivation.

"Okay, you can come with me"

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"Nie-zongzhu" wwx saluted when he finally joined the man, the SIC joining back his sect leader.

"Wei-gongzi," he saluted before his eyes travelled to behind wwx, "Hanguang-jun... gui jiangjun" he trailed a bit.

"Nie-zongzhu" politely replied the two men.

He was not surprised by the former presence, but had not necessarily expected for the latter to also be here. "I hope the travel was not too hard" he smiled.

"Everything went well" smiled wwx, before following nhs gaze behind him, "I hope it is not a bother to bring some help, They both insisted on coming along" he added. The missive never said to come alone, but he still made sure to bring as little as possible (ljy and lsz did want to come along too).

"No problem, it is understandable that wei-gongzi might need help" smiled back nhs. Of course, lwj had asked to come, he could also be of good help too. After all, it wasn't really good if wwx lost it again.

Wn asked to come after he (accidentally!) Overheard them talking about it. He had fought against nmj and wanted to make sure nothing would happen to wwx.

After all, lwj could just attack him with bichen and hurt the fierce corps if the whole point was to bring him back. He was there simply to be a more even match against him just in case.

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