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minijenn · 4 years

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Played in Reverse Preview 2

Giving you a nice long one this time around; I’ll admit I’m trying to fast track everything in this chapter, hence why this might feel a little rushed but that’s only because there’s a lot of characters to meet and interact in this chapter and not a lot of time in which to make it all happen. So here, enjoy the introduction of Reverse Pacifica and Reverse Gideon!

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Dipper and Mabel echoed Steven’s surprise as they also got a good look at who they’d run into, a familiar pair to be sure, though one they would have never expected to see together in the same place like this. “P-Pacifica?!” Dipper gaped, looking to the girl who was staring at him in equal shock. Even so, his surprise was warranted, for though she looked nearly identical to Pacifica, her attire was completely different, consisting of a rather gaudy purple jacket with a bright pink shirt and skirt underneath. It was a far cry from the usual fashionable wear Dipper knew his girlfriend usually wore, and so was her hair, tied up tightly into a high ponytail in a style that Pacifica had expressed quite a bit of distaste for in the past. Even so, she mirrored his befuddlement perfectly as she looked him over with wide, awestruck eyes.

“Dippy!” she suddenly burst into a smile, leaping onto him in an unexpected embrace, one that knocked them both over again.

“Ha! ‘Dippy’! I gotta remember that one,” Mabel snickered, though her amusement quickly faded as she took notice of the other member of the pair. “Ugh, what? Gideon? You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

The boy did certainly appear to be Gideon, from his paled skin to his rather pudgy frame, though his still-white hair was in nowhere as towering of a pompadour as it usually was. Likewise, his clothing was much less elegant, with his light blue suit replaced with a sweater vest of the same color and shorts. “M-Mabel…” he flinched under the dry scrutiny Mabel was sending his way, and he was practically trembling in outright fear by the time he spared a glance over at the young Gem standing beside her. “And Steven?! Aw, a-as if things couldn’t get any worse!”

“Uh… not to be rude or anything, but… aren’t you supposed to be in prison, Gideon?” Steven asked with a confused frown.

“W-what?! No!” Gideon exclaimed, aghast. “S-shouldn’t the three of you be at that terrible Pavilion of Power of yours?”

“Oh yeah!” Pacifica piped up, finally relinquishing her tight hold on Dipper, though she still lingered close by his side. “Don’t you have a show today, Dippy?”

“What? Show?” Dipper looked to her, completely lost.

“Yeah, y’know-” she made a whoosh noise as she waved her hands around a bit with a dramatic flair. “One of your magic shows? I was gonna come watch it, but somebody thinks hanging out with you at the pavilion is ‘dangerous’.”

“That’s ‘cause it is!” Gideon exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at the twins in particular. “I-I’ve seen what you two get up to in there. It’s dark magic, for sure!”

“What, you mean like the kind you used against us all summer?” Dipper shot back just as harshly.

“I-I have never-”

“Whoa, hold on,” Steven interjected as evenly as he could amidst all this confusion. “Why don’t we all just calm down so we can figure this ou-”

“Calm down? Ha!” Gideon scoffed with a distrustful scowl. “Since when are you ever calm, cool, and collected, Mr. ‘High ‘n Mighty Diamond’?”

“Diamond?” Steven flinched in surprise. “But… I-I’m not a Diamond. I mean, I am a Gem, see?” He lifted his shirt up to reveal the pink stone on his gut. “But it’s not really a-”

“Whoa! That looks totally different from Steven’s gem!” Pacifica pointed out, amazed. “And it’s so pretty too! Pink is my totes favorite color!”

“Aw yeah, girl! Same here!” Mabel quipped with a bright grin as she raised a hand. “Up top!”

“What, y-you mean like a high five?” Pacifica flinched, suddenly nervous. “She’s not gonna try and curse me or anything, is she?” she whispered to Dipper, aside.

“Um… no?”

“Oh, ok then.” Pacifica’s bright smile returned as she heartily landed Mabel’s high five, though even still, it did little to allay the continued confusion among both groups, at least until Dipper finally remembered something that started to put it all into context.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he interjected, catching everyone’s attention. “I think I get what’s going on here. This might sound a little… insane, but the three of us aren’t actually from this dimension. We’re from a, uh… a parallel dimension, and we just fell through a portal and ended up here, so that would explain, um… like, all of this, I guess?”

For a moment, the pair exchanged a bewildered glance upon hearing such a claim, though the other Pacifica easily perked back up into an eager grin. “Oooooh, ok! That explains so much! Like why you guys are dressed so… well, not super fancy for a change!”

“Whoa, hold on now, Pacifica,” the other Gideon interjected warily. “How do we know this isn’t another one of their dastardly tricks?”

“Um… well we can take you back to the portal we came out of it you want,” Steven suggested.

“Aw, no need to do all that,” the other Pacifica said with an assuring wave of her hand. “Gids is just being paranoid, as usual. Heck, I have an even better idea,” she turned to the other Gideon with a daring smile. “If you really don’t think these guys are from a different dimension, then why don’t we take them to see them to prove it?”

The other Gideon seized up in apparent fear at this. “W-wouldn’t just goin’ to see that portal thing be easier?”

“Yeah, but now I’ve already got my mind set on this other idea which means we’ve gotta do it!” the other Pacifica quipped cheerily as she began to press on away from the woods. “Come on, you three! There’s someone super special I’d like you to meet.”

“Uh… who exactly?” Dipper asked, aptly cautious.

“Well… you, silly!” the other Pacifica said with a cheery smile.

“Pacifica, I’m tellin’ ya, this is a bad idea,” the other Gideon shook his head disapprovingly.

Regardless of this warning though, Mabel was the first to begin to trail after her. “Oh my gosh, I am so in!” she beamed brightly. “Other Mabel, here I come!”

“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” Steven shrugged, exchanging a glance with Dipper. “We were looking for us anyway. Though I’m still a little confused about me being a Diamond here?”

“Yeah, I don’t really like the sound of that either,” Dipper agreed with an apprehensive frown. “But… I guess as long as we’re careful, then hopefully everything will be fine. Besides,” he decided to allow himself a bit of added optimism as he and Steven set off along with the others into this strange, new dimension. “It’s like Mabel said: they’re just us. How bad could they be?”

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98prilla · 4 years

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Falling Apart: Part 3

Final part of Dark Side Logan, chapter 5

A03

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He's with everyone, when he feels the familiar tug. A bit surprising, given that no one else seems to feel it, and it makes his fragile heart beat just a bit faster.

He feels so cracked, still.

Everyone is being nice, everyone is making sure to spend time with him, spend time together, as groups or one on one, dark side, light side, it’s mattering less and less by the day. Instead of there being an endless chasm between the two worlds, it’s more like a two story apartment.

When Remus appears, he's met with a small smile from Patton, a quiet hey from Virgil, and wraps him in a hug before he has a chance to say a word. He comes around more often now. Roman feels badly, for how much he scared everyone, but especially Remus. He's been spending more time with his twin, who understands him better than anyone, and these days they spend more time together than apart.

Janus always pretends to be annoyed, visiting the light side, even though he’s the one that chose to stop by. He’s spending more time with Virgil, the two of them mending whatever fence had been broken. Often, he finds them in the living room, Virgil curled against Janus, eyes closed, if not fully asleep, Janus smiling softly as he pets Virgil's hair. It’s sweet, he thinks. Makes him think of Patton.

Patton has been making an effort, too. Not just inviting the others up for dinners or movie nights, but going downstairs, playing board games, debating, in a constructive way, with Dee, or listening to Ambition. Working with all of them to find a healthier balance of work and self care, both for Thomas and all of them.

It’s… good.

For the first time in a long time, things feel good. Everyone is being heard.

Which is why this call makes him afraid, because he hasn’t spoken to Thomas since he’d fallen apart in front of him, and he’s doing better now, too, but the wounds are still there, still a barely a closed scab over his heart, and he feels… raw.

“Roman?” He looks up at the question in Virgil's voice, he no doubt can feel the anxiety prickling under his skin.

“Thomas. He's calling me.” He answers. Virgil nods, slipping his headphones off his ears, around his shoulders.

Patton and Janus are in the kitchen, having a baking competition (who knew Dee had a guilty pleasure for cooking shows, his favorite, of course, being Cutthroat Kitchen?), Virgil is sitting on the steps, listening to his music and meditating. Ambition is on the couch, reading a book, softly discussing it with Remus, and he himself is sitting on the floor in front of the table, coloring idly while listening to Ambition, occasionally asking a question or adding his input. He can feel Ambition's surprise and spark of happiness each time he does, proving he's been listening to every word, and he wishes he'd started listening sooner.

But there's no point in regrets, just in doing better, which is what he's been trying to convince himself of.

“I suggest you go answer him, then.” Ambition replies evenly, though he can hear the soft concern in his voice.

“I should.” He says, making no move to leave, and he feels Remus squeeze his shoulder.

“It’s ok, Ro. I promise. It’ll be good.” He sighs at that soft assurance, pushing himself to his feet. He doesn’t know if Remus is right or not, but he knows not going now will only make his own anxiety worse. Like a band aid. Just gotta rip it off and pray the sting fades. “And if it isn’t, I’ll haunt his nightmares!” Remus adds cheerily.

“You'll do that regardless, you insufferable gremlin.” He says fondly, ruffling Remus's hair, grinning, sinking out before Remus can retaliate, hearing Ambition laugh at the squawking duke.

He sinks up into the living room. No dramatic flourish or loud sing song declaration, his voice seems stuck in his throat, and he feels oh so small again.

“Hey, bud.” He looks up, a bit surprised to see Thomas sitting on the couch, wearing comfy clothes and chilling out, a soft smile on his lips.

“Hello.” He replies, a bit strained, a bit awkward.

“Wanna come hang out?” He furrows his brow, plucking at his sweater. He's wearing the Christmas one, he hasn’t put his prince outfit back on yet. He doesn’t feel like he's earned it. Like he is a prince.

“Why?” he asks, watching Thomas closely as he frowns slightly, clearly thinking over his words carefully.

“Because I've been hurting you without noticing, and that needs to stop. I care about you, Roman, and I… haven’t been very good at showing it, lately. I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, walking quickly to the couch, kneeling before Thomas, taking one of his hands. A knight swearing fealty to his noble.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. I should be better than this, that’s the problem, is I’m not, I’ve never been… good enough. You’re so… amazing, Thomas, you can accomplish so, so much, but I’m just not good enough to get you there. Maybe if it were still King, maybe if there were only one of us, but alone, I can’t, and I’m the one who’s so, so sorry.”

Thomas is looking down at him, brown eyes surprised, as he fumbles for words. He settles on leaning forwards, wrapping his arms around Roman's neck in an all encompassing hug. His breath hitches, and suddenly he’s crying, burying his face against Thomas.

“oh, buddy. I’ve really broken you, huh?” Thomas murmurs, slipping off the couch and onto the floor with him, rubbing up and down his back, hugging him closer.

“I’m so-rry. I t-try so hard but it's not enough and I d-don't kn-know what else I can do.” He stutters out, pressing tighter against Thomas's shoulder, feeling guilty for accepting this comfort, this contact, he’s supposed to be the strong one, supposed to be the defender, not the one falling apart.

“I know, God Roman, I know, I can feel it, everyday I can feel how hard you try and it’s not your fault, you are always good enough, you are always enough. I know how much you give up, I know how utterly selfless you are, I know how hard you try to cover up all your fears and flaws and that’s fine, but it’s fine to be hurting, too, it’s fine to be sad, it’s fine to be selfish. It’s ok to fight for yourself, Roman, not just for me.” He lets the touch soothe him, lets his tears slowly stop, though he doesn't move from where he's practically curled against Thomas.

“It isn’t. Not when I fail. At everything I do, I fail. Every romance, every audition, every dream and hope and goal, I have failed. I failed to look out for Remus, I failed to accept Deceit, I failed to reach out to Logan, I failed to be kind to Virgil, I failed them, I failed you, I’m a failure.” Thomas pulls back, hands on his shoulders, fiery warmth in his eyes that he knows used to be reflected in his own. But his fire has burned low, barely an ember, and that aching tiredness is back in his bones. “you deserve so much better.”

“No. Roman, you’re my hero.” He jolts at those words, denials ready to fall from his lips, but Thomas shakes his head, forcing Roman to look up, look at him. “you are. You are not a failure. You are the reason I go to every audition, the reason I make my own videos, the reason I have the amazing career and life that I have. You are the reason I have all my friends, because you push me to talk, to meet new people, to be spontaneous. You’re the reason I dream big, the reason I sing for no reason, the reason I doodle, the reason I love art of all kinds. All my passion and dreams and love! How could you ever have failed me, when you’ve given me all of that? When you continue to give everything you are, even when it’s tearing you to pieces. Even when you’re so hurt, you still try and smile and lighten my mood, and act brave and strong even when you feel anything but. You make me better, Roman. You make me happy. Even at your worst, I love you. I will always love you and need you and want you. You’re my hero, Roman. You are.”

He can’t breathe. It feels like his lungs are on fire, and he finally sucks in a breath, something tight in his chest unknotting itself at Thomas’s declaration, the cold, hard pit of despair and self loathing starts to lighten, and he's gasping in air like a man nearly drowned because for the first in time in nearly a week he can breathe again.

He lets his head thump forwards, forehead resting against Thomas's chest as he exhales a huge, shuddering breath, letting Thomas rub up and down his arms to ground him. He’s not crying, exactly, it’s somewhere between euphoria and crushing doubt, gasping and shaking as he tries to steady himself.

“Roman? You ok?” He’s not, not yet, not really, but he’s better, he’s so, so much better, but he can’t find the words to express what it feels like to have this incredible weight lifted from his shoulders, these shackles he hadn’t even realized he’d chained himself to, to be released, and it’s impossible to remember the last time he felt this light, this almost dazzlingly happy.

“Yes. Just… tired. The normal kind, not… not the existential dread kind.” He replies, smiling at Thomas’s small laugh, more weight freeing itself from the pit of his stomach at that sound, a small reflection of how he himself feels. “thank you.” He whispers.

“Always, Ro. I’m here for you, alright? If you’re not feeling heard, if we’re being too harsh instead of constructive, if you just need to talk, I’m here.” He pulls back finally, wiping at his eyes, unable to help the grin on his face, feeling a thousand beams of light shining inside his chest at how Thomas grins right back, warm, soft, care and hope in his eyes. “Another thing. I know you work hard, for me, too hard, for your own good, sometimes. I know creating things is literally your role, but it doesn’t always have to be your job, y’know? It… it should be fun. It should be something we love doing, even when we are doing it for the show, or a video, or whatever. So, we’re going to start writing together, okay? Anything we want, anything we think of, no matter how silly or nonsensical or stupid it is, even if it doesn’t have a plot, even if it’s just word vomit on the page. Just… doing it together, to do something together. For fun. Yeah?” He almost breaks, he can feel tears threatening again, because god, when was the last time he felt this happy, this stupid with joy, because Thomas is right, he misses questing for fun, not frustration, he misses writing short stories or poems, not panicking over late scripts or forcing ideas. He misses writing or drawing whatever comes to mind, instead of narrowing his scope so specifically he can’t find a single idea in his sea of millions. And to do that, with Thomas, together? They’re going to make worlds upon worlds of curious, wonderful, quirky creatures. He’s already more excited for this than he has been for anything else in years, already ideas are springing to mind, and he loves it.

“yes. Please, yes.” He near whispers, afraid this is a dream, afraid this is a wonderful, beautiful dream, that will shatter any second along with his heart. “I would really, really love that.” Thomas beams at him again, slipping back up onto the couch, patting the cushion next to him.

“Cool. Good, I didn’t want to pressure you, but I’m kinda super excited about it.” He laughs, sitting next to Thomas, realizing Kingdom Hearts is pulled up on the screen, the very first one, and he sees Thomas looking at him out of the corner of his eye, with that silly, stupid grin.

“What is it Thomas the dank engine?” He asks, borrowing one of Patton’s nick names. Thomas shakes his head, grin growing somehow wider, grabbing the controller.

“It’s just good to see you looking like… you again, Princey.” He looks down, realizing he’s unconsciously shifted himself back into his prince attire, katana and all, and he dramatically sighs, leaning back into the cushions.

“Yes, well, a prince’s work is never done. For now, we must vanquish the vile villainous, the darkest shadow, the mistress of all evil herself! FOR DISNEY!” He cries, brandishing his weapon, Thomas snorting, laughing.

“Dude, she’s like one of the last bosses we fight. We’ll get to Hades waaaay before her.”

“Well, it’s the intention that counts. ONWARDS!” He cries, Thomas shaking his head fondly as he presses start, both of them on the edge of their seats even though they already know by heart what is about to happen, bantering back and forth over the dialogue, doing their best impressions of the characters to read their dialogue.

It’s fun and silly and stupid, and every moment of it is a balm to his sore and broken heart, until by the time he returns to his room, far, far later than he should, well past midnight, he is smiling and his stomach aches from laughing, and he suspects that’s the reason none of the others fetched him sooner, told him or Thomas to go to bed, because his laughter had echoed through the mindscape for the first time in months.

He feels solid, again.

He feels right, again.

And the next morning, when Patton wakes slowly to the smell of waffles and bacon, and he stumbles into the hall, running into Virgil, who holds a finger to his lips, tilting his head towards the kitchen, he stays silent, first out of confusion, then out of awe and relief strong enough to bring tears to his eyes, as he finally realizes what he’s hearing.

Singing. For the first time in nearly four months, Roman is shamelessly, joylessly, singing.

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cryathon · 5 years

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debilated

lol long time no see

sequel to The Girl Code // masterlist // part one

Word Count- 1.8k

warnings- idk abandonment???sudden hair cut

It was a month since that night in your room, a month since you started dating Peter. You sat, waiting for Peter inside the restaurant. It was the same one from your first date. You guys were supposed to meet at 7, but you got there 20 minutes early. You wanted to get the same booth and everything. It was just a month, but it’s one of your first relationships, of course, you wanted it to be special, even if it was some silly anniversary. Your mind wandered to your first date, it seemed like yesterday (among other cliches)

Peter’s non-stop texting seemed it could never get old, but after 20 minutes of “what should I wear?”, it did. You eventually just sent something about a sweater and how you were planning on going to the pizza place down the block from your house. You went there a few other times beforehand, their margarita pizza was pretty good.

You decided on some jeans and a mildly trendy top, and some branded shoes. Admittedly, it was pretty basic, but you weren’t necessarily creative enough to make an Instagram worthy outfit. You grabbed a random jacket from your desk chair. The both of you decided that you both would walk there together.

The doorbell rang, you sprang up from your spot on the couch, saying a quick goodbye to your parents and ran to the door. You paused, just to make sure you didn’t look as excited as you were. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

“Hey.” Peter greeted. Simple, yet effective, as your heart seemed to burst at his words.

“Hey.” you smiled kindly at him. You stepped out of your doorway and took his hand.

The walk to the pizza parlour was pretty short, the conversation was at a minimum, the tension was very large and in charge. Thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. You stole some glances, studied his features any chance you got, looking away anytime you got caught. Of course, Peter laughed.

“What?” You smiled.

“Nothing, Nothing.” He smiled at the ground.

Peter opened the door for you, something his aunt mostly likely told him to do. You smiled at Peter as he slid into the booth in front of you, he awkwardly returned the gesture. Nervousness settled in a pit in the bottom of your stomach. You awkwardly stared at Peter, who was looking at the menu.

“So…” Peter started, “What kind of pizza is good here?”

“The… um... I don’t really know” you grimaced, “Guess there’s a reason as to why I’m not a Chopped judge.”

Peter laughed. Score, you thought to yourself. You continued to make some little jokes here and there, turning the awkwardness into playfulness, the date quickly turning into any other hang out between you two.

The waiter came and went, as did the drinks, and the pizza. It all disappearing as you and Peter conversed wildly about Star Wars, school and other ‘nerd’ things. The minutes seemed to fly by, everything fading away in your joy. You wanted it to last forever, however, the world needed to keep turned and suddenly, the restaurant was closing, which meant it was 10, which also meant you were past curfew.

“Oh shit.” you sputtered, jumping out of your seat. You yanked out your wallet, pulling out a twenty. Peter stopped you, paying for everything, it might’ve cliche, but the action still made your heart melt. Of course, this didn’t help Peter’s concerned face.

“I was...kinda supposed to be home now.” You rushed that last part, but Peter obviously caught it as he also jumped out of his seat (admittedly more graceful). His face showed more panic than yours, which didn’t really surprise you, you knew all the blame would be put on Peter.

You sent a quick text to the group chat you have with your parents, saying that you would be late after losing track of time. They responded almost instantly, thank god. Hand and Hand, you two rushed out of the restaurant and down the sidewalk.

You must’ve looked insane, daydreaming for the last half hour, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. You checked the time and texted Peter.

‘Hey’

It was only ten minutes, no need to be overly clingy about it.

‘Where are you?’

It was 30 minutes after you sent the first message, successfully putting you into panic mode. You waited another half hour and three missed calls to text him again.

‘Hey, I’m at the restaurant. Just call me ok?’

The tingling sensation in your hands and knuckles kept your hands shaking, keeping you on edge. You called again, and again, a total of 4 times in the next hour, add another 12 texts you were somewhere between anger and anxiety.

Slowing, however, the anxiety melted away, replacing it was anger. A total aura of pissed off radiating off of you. You threw $15 dollars on the table, knowing you would just be paying for the drinks, but you didn’t really care. Holding your head up high, the tears of frustration welling in your eyes, you walked right out of the parlour and into the New York night.

Peter crawled through his window around 9 pm, he was fighting practically nonstop since 1 that afternoon. Fatigue punching him in the gut, he barely got his suit off before he flopped on his bed. He thought back for a second, thinking that he forgot something, but he was too tired to care. Without another second passing by, he was passed out.

The following morning, Peter woke up around 10, which was pretty late, but he was thankful that he actually could sleep in. The nagging feeling that he had forgotten something still picking at his brain. He looked at his phone, wanting to send the ‘traditional’ good morning text, but he was met with seemingly endless notifications. He cautiously opened his messaging app, opening to your contact.

There were plenty of messages to go through, a lot of voicemails too. Peter’s face paled as he jumped out of bed throwing on a random shirt and joggers (that were mostly dirty, but y'know, teenagers.) He ran out of his room into the living room, where May stood, listening to music while drinking her coffee. She was already dressed for the day, Peter remembering something about grocery shopping.

“May, I need your help.”

—-

May recommended some big romantic gesture, but Peter wasn’t sure how that was possible with 20 bucks and only half a tank of gas. Maybe some flowers? Chocolates? Those “how mad is she?” Instagram memes are all that seemed to pop into his head. And for a split second a thought sending some memes would help, maybe soften the blow, just a bit, but it would probably aggravate you more. In the back of his mind, he knew that he should tell you about his alter ego, you would surely understand then.

Well, it wasn’t really a romantic gesture, Peter kinda just showed up on your doorstep, not really having a plan in mind (he was supposed to think about that on the subway), he just hoped that at least you would answer the door. It was just a casual Saturday, around midday, just like a month prior. Under any other circumstances, Peter would laugh. If this were a book his English teacher would stop in the middle of class and point out the use of parallelism and make the class discuss about it. Hypothetically, Peter thought, since last time went so well, shouldn’t this time be the same? I mean the evidence is there.

However, knowing that he could ruin this relationship with you just like his last one, really killed the mood. This is too meta, he thought.

Slightly crumpled flowers held limply in his left hand, he knocked on your door, reliving the day a month and a day ago.

The door creaked open, a tight-lipped smile covered his face, awkwardness settling in his stomach. Anxiety clenched at his heart as you appeared from behind the door. You stood pretty plainly, chewing on your lips slightly, your eyebrows raised, although your eyes were slightly red and puffy above your cheekbones. Your hand rested on the door knob, you hovered in the doorway, looking towards Peter. Hey,she cut her hair

“Hey.” you stated, ending the silence.

“Hi.” Peter sighed, handing you the flowers in his hand. You took them and walked down the hallway that lead to the kitchen, leaving the door open for Peter. You slowly filled a vase with water, sliding the flowers in, leaving the vase on the counter you turned to Peter.

‘Thank you, for the flowers.” Peter nodded along, wondering how he would go into the whole ‘spiderman’ thing.

“I like your hair.”Peter said, voice cracking ever so slightly.

“Uh thanks.” She quipped, followed by a pregnant silence.

He furrowed his brows and shrugged, knowing that everyone in the world expected him to least apologize with the florals alongside him. Standing in the kitchen, Peter decided to just go for it.

“I really just wanted to apologize for missing last night, I don’t really have a good excuse to be honest.” Why did he say that? Now she’ll think that he doesn’t care, which is really quite the opposite.

“NOT that I don’t care or anything, I mean,I really care! Like a lot! And y’know the Stark Internship keeps me really busy and-” Before he could think of another lame excuse you cut him off.

“Peter it’s fine, it really is. I’m not mad anymore.” You ran a hand through your newly cut strands, pulling it out of your eyes just for it to adjust back in its original position.

“You’re not?” Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, a frown completing his confused face. “Because I totally would be, I would be like mega pissed.”

“No, no, I’m not.” You paused, “I had a lot to think about last night.” Peter saw tears start to swell in your eyes, his mind went into overdrive. He immediately stepped towards you, taking you in his arms. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as well. You definitely needed this hug too.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” He questioned, still standing in the embrace. You pulled out of the hug, the warmth now gone from his chest. You scratched at the side of your nose, and pulled one of your sweatshirt sleeves to wipe some stray tears away from your eyes.

“Tris found out. About us.” You disclosed. Peter’s eyes widen, immediately returning to the hug.

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tyrantisterror · 6 years

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TT Blathers About Monster Hunter Stories

For thousands of years, people have come to my altar, desperately begging that I play Monster Hunter games, and for thousands of years I let my heart be hardened to their pleas. Then this year Yaweh released the 11th plague: a Monster Hunter game that was also a Mons game, which is to say a game where you collect and raise various monsters to be your friends and allies, i.e. my favorite type of game ever conceived. In that moment, I was doomed – I cannot resist a good Mons game, and god help me, this game was good. I played the free demo four different times before the game finally came out, so thirsty I was to play it. I had a fever, and the cure was Monster Hunter Stories.

From a story standpoint, it’s just kind of ok – fairly standard JRPG plot of saving the world from a vaguely supernatural ecological destruction, standard JRPG characters (Here’s your perky female childhood friend! Here’s your angsty male childhood friend turned rival! Here are the silly comedic villains! Here’s the quirky sidekick! Etc.), very formulaic across the board. To its credit, the story DID manage to sell me on the whole setting of Monster Hunter in general – it helps that the titular hunters have a lot more sympathy for the titular monsters than you usually get in a “Heroes kill monsters” game, and that the storytelling really does want you to love these creatures even when you have to fight them. Still, it ain’t no Persona 4 by a long shot.

But that’s fine, because the real appeal was raising all those lovely monsters, and oh, how fucking good that was. Great gameplay goes a long way in this game, and while the story is by the numbers, the fights and monsters were ABOVE AND BEYOND. Which is why I’ve decided to talk about EVERY SINGLE Monstie (i.e. catchable monster) in the game, even the ones I haven’t gotten to meet yet because Capcom hasn’t released their DLC yet.

So come with me as I spiral into madness and gush about some goddamn monsters.

Velocidrome (Goggle)

Redecos: Gendrome (Chopstix)

Goggle was the first monstie the game gave me, and as such has a special place in my heart even though he was quickly outclassed by everything around him. A sweet, innocent creature, Goggle shepherded me around as I first discovered the world of Monster Hunter Stories. His species is also a good introduction to the Caveman meets JRPG European Fantasy (with a dash of Sci-fi) aesthetics of the Monster Hunter games. Like, yeah, on the surface he’s a dinosaur, but he’s also a brightly colored dragony dinosaur. A dragonosaur. Goggle is a treasure.

Later in the game you can get Gendromes, which are a slight retooling of the Velocidrome model. I named mine Chopstix.

Aptonoth (Steakbone)

A big gnarly looking hadrosaur/ankylosaur hybrid, Aptonoths look far stronger than they actually are, being the rattatas of the Monster Hunter World. There’s a lot of them, they go down in one hit, and after a point you just kind of avoid them because fighting them is mostly pointless. And you know what, that’s fine. I’m fine with letting these sweet creatures just wander and graze to their hearts’ content, safe from the attacks of my darling murder lizards. Of course, sometimes the wild murder lizards eat them, but that’s just nature being a pre-programmed A.I. interacting with itself.

Steakbone was on my team for a long while because I had five open slots and not much to put them in. She never saw combat.

Arzuros (Poobah)

A great big nasty bear, Poobah illustrates what I really came to love about Monster Hunter’s approach to monster design: almost everything in this world is part lizard. Even the fuckin’ bears. You look at this guy from a distance and think “That’s a bear,” but up close? Up close to see all sorts of lizardy scales and other reptilian elements. It’s a world of monsters where Lizard is the apex of evolution – like the Kanto region in Pokemon! I love it. I absolutely love it.

Poobah was a beefy boy and I brought him into battle a couple of times, but he was quickly overshadowed by…

Yian Kut-Ku (Skittle)

Redecos: Blue Yian Kut-Ku (Sherbet)

Skittle and Sherbet are beautiful creatures of grace and goofiness, their bright colors reminding you of the radical 1990’s. They look the way Capri Sun tastes. Both were heavy hitters early in my game, quickly illustrating how poor Goggle would have a hard time later on when all their stats exceeded his while they were only half his level. Sherbet in particular stuck on my team a long time, and I regard her quite fondly for the fights she put up in the hellish snow-encrusted hills before I finally got that de-frosting perfume or whatever the fuck it is you need to keep from freezing on that map.

Popo (Mutton)

Popos look like a sentient hairwad chewing on a wishbone. So, y’know, pretty good for the Bidoofs of Monster Hunter.

Lagombi (Harvey)

You’re basically forced to have this fucking rabbit bear for the snow map, because he’s the only species you can get that can break rocks and is also involved in a cut scene that shows you how gene hybridization works. It’s a goofy ass thing and one of the few monsters that doesn’t have much lizard in it, so points for fun and variety. Harvey wasn’t my favorite and, unlike the movie/play character for whom he was named, didn’t really endear me to him as the game went on, but he is a giant rabbit with, like, a beak or something, so there’s that for you.

Bulldrome (Hamhock)

There’s some good bacon on this critter. Mmm hmm.

Zamtrios (Belushi)

A giant shark-frog that can suddenly expand to the delight of fetishists everywhere, I felt there was no better name for this lovely creature than that of beloved 1980’s comedian John Belushi. Belushi stuck around on my team for a while, and while he didn’t accomplish a lot during that time, I could always depend on him in a pinch if my stronger monsters got too roughed up. His hopping animation was really fun despite being the opposite of helpful from a gameplay perspective.

Khezu (Akroyd)

Redecos: Red Khezu (Snausage)

These guys have to get the people who want nontraditional dragons, like, rock hard, right? Giant phallus headed lamprey wyverns? That’s what people like these days, right? I like these guys just fine. Akroyd was my stone wall for a while, having great HP and defense that allowed him to weather the nastiest of shit relatively unscathed. Snausage never quite came into his own, but to be fair, did he need to? His name is SNAUSAGE. Sometimes that’s all you need.

Apceros (Turtz)

I’m sincerely disappointed these guys weren’t viable fighters, because an ankylosaurus/turtle hybrid is a badass concept, and this design is a badass execution of it. I would have been really tempted to use Turtz for the whole game if he didn’t have the survivability of a wet paper towel.

Royal Ludroth (Spengbab)

Redecos: Purple Ludroth (Koolaid)

I love most of the Ludroth family’s design, but that spongey neck just looks infected. Every time I look at them I worry about whether or not I should take them to a clinic. There’s gotta be, like, pus and shit in there, right? Oh god. Oh my poor sick lizards. Oh no.

Gypceros (Plunger)

Redecos: Purple Gypceros (Grapekun)

Y’know, much has been made of the phallic nature of Khezu’s head/neck, but I honestly feel the horrible fleshy ovipositors on these guys is way more obscene. They’re pretty fun monsters in their own right. Not my favorite – they don’t hit my aesthetic sweet spots like some of the other monsters do – but they bring a wonderful variety to things. However they’re also cheating fucks who use poison and blindness like cowards, and for that I bear a grudge.

Nerscylla (Vriska)

Redecos: Shrouded Nerscylla (Frosti)

I love these spiders and their adorable blankets. I was sorely tempted to keep Vriska on my team, benching her only because she started getting roughed up too much about 2/3rds of the way through the game. Not only does she have a lovely and endearing design, but her ability to put fuckers to sleep was so useful. She and Frosti knit sweaters in my monster stables and regale the young monsters with stories of daring do.

Qurupeco (Honker)

Redecos: Crimson Qurupeco (Barry)

If you distilled the essence of, like, EVERY weird ass bird – not all birds, just the weird ass ones like toucans and pelicans and shit – and then mixed it with a wyvern, you’d get these guys. They’re goofy as shit and really endearing even if they make battles take way longer than necessary by calling in reinforcements. Plus Honker helped me get one of my best monsties in the end, so he’s alright. You’re alright Honker.

Rathian (Clarent)

Redecos: Pink Rathian (Hrunting), Gold Rathian (Caliburn)

So early in the game, you escape the dreaded Ice Hell Wasteland Snow Zone into a beautiful green path of serene trees and flowers. Sleeping on that path, surrounded by harmless Aptonoths, is a Sharkleberry Fin-pink ass dragon. And deep down you know this is a trap. It’s fucking sleeping. You have to choose to fight it. The game is setting you up.

“Fuck it,” you say, “I saved recently. Let’s poke the bear.”

These fuckers were Monster Hunter Stories’ first taste of power, the first monster to make you realize that you are a puny ape made of meat and bone in a land of prehistoric dragonosauruses that would love to eat your goddamn guts. God I love this heinous she-dragon, this haw-nosed viper-faced scorpion-tailed flying allosaurus. The game foreshadows pretty heavily that you’ll get one of your own at, like, the VERY beginning, so I didn’t bother putting Hrunting (my pink Rathian – I didn’t find the normal one until much later) on my team when I got her. I mean, I actually couldn’t because the game was like “Yeah you got this egg but uhhhhh you are NOT ready for this responsibility” my man, but even though I knew it’d be alright, I still felt a twinge of regret. There aren’t enough spaces on my team for TWO Raths, but Rathians, please know that Silver medals are high honors.

Also I’ll probably level you up for funsies once all my other monsties get to level 100 while I wait for the DLC.

Barroth (Caramel)

Redecos: Jade Barroth (Marzipan)

Caramel was the first monster I got who would stay all the way to the end of the story mode, and likewise became the first monster I raised to level 99. Even just focusing on aesthetics, Caramel is wonderful. Her design has the bonkers creativity and personality of an Ultra Man monster, with her giant pipe organ head and pangolin dorsal scutes. And she likes mud baths! What a lovely creature. Caramel’s full name is Salted Caramel, because her ice genes make her look a little frosted, and because she’s the experienced veteran on my core team of monsters.

Diablos (Moloch)

Redecos: Black Diablos (Asmodeus)

A triceratops/therapod/pterosaur/Satan hybrid, Diablos is pretty fucking rad, and while it took me forever to get one of their fucking eggs, I still seriously considered raising one for my endgame. I ultimately didn’t, but this is another monster that kinda neatly summarizes the basic rules of Monster Hunter’s monster design: take dinosaur parts, cobble together a dragon, and voila, you’ve got a pretty standard MH monster.

Tigrex (Nublar)

Redecos: Brute Tigrex (Sorna), Molten Tigrex (Winston)

Look, at the end of the day, I’m a pretty boring person when it comes to my personal tastes. I like hamburgers with just ketchup on them – anything more and you can’t focus on the meat. So when I say that Tigrex is my favorite monster in the game, please, please understand that I’m aware how boring that makes me. I mean, I get it – it’s JUST a dragon with a T.rex head. But… but that’s so cool! And it’s such a nice dragon with SUCH a NICE T.rex head! And it has this adorable animation when it wins where it snaps its jaws twice like “YEAH FUCK YOU YOU WANNA GO AGAIN GUESS NOT FUCKER I’M A T.REX AND A DRAGON WHAT ARE YOU YOU AIN’T SHIT IS WHAT YOU ARE CHOMP CHOMP MOTHERFUCKER CHOMP CHOMPITY CHOMP!”

Anyway I raised the three different Tigrexes all to a high level and used them all substantially throughout the game because they’re beautiful and adorable and badass and just my favorite ok? Yes I know it’s one of the least creative designs in the bunch but goooooooooddddd it just works for me ok it just works.

1000/10 would raise more would raise entire team of tigrexes try and fucking stop me I’ll do it I’ll goddamn do it just try to stop me CHOMP CHOMP motherfuckers

Iodrome (Nedry)

I did a lot of level grinding in the volcano, and discovered that some of my monsters could send these fuckers running at the sight of me just by roaring. It was delightful.

Basarios (Pebble)

Redecos: Ruby Basarios (Poprox)

These burly fellows look like they’d be a lot tougher than they are. I mean, they can endure a lot of punishment, but their fights were never hardfought – just long. They’re pretty neat for giant rock dragons.

Gravios (Nugget)

Redecos: Black Gravios (Licorice)

A bit tougher than Basarios (and apparently related to them? ), I still have trouble telling these two apart most of the time. They’re nice. Decent geodudes.

Uragaan (Roundboy)

Y’know, everyone remembers the Ghost with the Most and Lydia, but Otho brings a lot of comedy to Beetlejuice too. Like, he’s even more inexplicable and weird than all the dead people in that movie. Otho should be more fondly remembered.

Like Caramel, Roundboy has a really fun design that once again has a distinctly Ultra Man-ish feel to me. He also looks sort of like a hairbrush, but, like, a terrible one where the tines are too fat to properly help your hair. I like him.

Great Jaggi (Newman)

Redecos: Great Baggi (Elvis)

I feel like the game knew these two were basically a waste of time because there’s, like, no promotional renders for them at all. It’s kind of a shame because they’ve got lovely wicked raptor designs, but yeah they’re basically like Velocidromes in that they’re kind of useless, but unlike velocidromes you don’t get them until a point in the game where there is ABSOLUTELY NO DOUBT they will always be useless. I feel bad for them.

Kecha Wacha (Seylmer)

Redeco: Ash Kecha Wacha (Vendor)

So… I’m not the only one who thinks this is the lovechild of Elmer and Seymore, right? It wants to sell me sands and fruit.

Yian Garuga (Gothrox)

The goth cousin of the Yian Kut Kus, this creature manages to look kinda badass despite being derived from such goofy stock. I can respect that.

Congala (Garbage)

Redecos: Emerald Congala (Dumpster)

From a design point, these punk rock hippo-gorillas are really cool, mixing a lot of disparate elements into a single creature. On the other hand, every time I fought one they farted on me a lot, which did not endear me to them one bit. I did not appreciate their south park humor.

Zinogre (Balto)

Redecos: Stygian Zinogre (Baskervill)

In recent Pokemon generations I’ve just been clinging to the few reptilian designs we get, no matter how far they are from y actual preferences for reptile monster designs, because more and more they are crowded out by goddamn mammals. I imagine Zinogre here must be that for MH fans who also prefer mammal monsters to reptile ones – in a sea of lizards, here is a lizard that looks very much like a wolf! It’s still a lizard though – like, it’s got a big long tail, and scales everywhere, and even a squatter stance than most mammals have – but dammit, it’s a wolf-ish lizard.

I think wolves are kinda neat, so if there had to be a super strong mammal-ish monster, they could do a lot worse than this one.

Nargacuga (Bagheera)

Redecos: Green Nargacuga (Swampcat)

Basically a panther dragon, Nargacuga is another strong more-mammal-y-than-normal monster from the later part of the game, and it’s a pretty fucking rad one. It was hard not to have a grudge against them at first because of the, uh, opening cutscenes of the game, but since the game hammers in the idea that we can’t blame these wild animals for their actions, I grew to love my sweet panther dragons. They’re frail as fuck though, so sadly I didn’t get much use out of them, but I love them nonetheless.

Rathalos (Ratha)

Redecos: Azure Rathalos (Durendal), Silver Rathalos (Excalibur)

Ok, so, you automatically get a Rathalos about halfway through the story, and the story really rides upon you making the Rathalos your favorite. Which, in turn, kinda inspires a bit of rebelliousness on your part – especially when other monsters have been with you longer (Caramel) or endeared themselves to you more (Nublar/Sorna/Winston). Also they don’t let you nickname your Rathalos yourself – your stuck with the shitty nickname one of the NPCs gave him instead. Ratha? Ratha? I know I could do better than that.

Like Rathian, Rathalos is a badass theropod bodied, scorpion tailed, hawk/viper faced wyvern, all of which gets blended seamlessly into a really unique and expressive design. This is basically the mascot monster of the series, right? A good choice. Definitely more creative than a simple dragon with a T.rex head. A good choice. I’m sure some might argue the better choice.

…

Anyway I love the various Rathaloses I’ve raised, and like Tigrexes I raised one of each subspecies up to pretty high levels. They’re great monsters. Probably in my top ten of the ones listed here. Maybe even top five. Just… just not my favorite. I’m sorry Ratha, but you should have let me name you.

Lagiacrus (Ogopogo)

Redecos: Ivory Lagiacrus (Inverness)

It’s a crocodile… and a cobra… and a sea serpent… I love it. I love this design. Of all the monsters I planned to put on my team, I was most excited for Ogopogo here. Like, if I had to pick a favorite monster on design alone, it would be this guy. Ogopogo struggled to make her mark in combat though, being kind of middle of the road – not super hard hitting, not super durable, just kind of alright everywhere. She wasn’t as quirky as the others either. I still love her though, and I’ve been toying with her genes to see if I can help her make her mark. She’s probably just a late bloomer – it’ll be her time to shine soon, you’ll see.

Deviljho (Corncob)

I have heard tales of the Deviljho for as long as I have heard people telling me I should play Monster Hunter games – which is to say a long ass time. Feared by all, the mighty deviljho is an unstoppable murder beast that arrives when you least expect it.

At least, that’s what the legends say. In Monster Hunter Stories I had to seek out this son of a bitch. SEVERAL TIMES. Me and Honker spent an entire fucking night just farming these bastards, beating up Jho after Jho in a desperate attempt to get its precious egg. Eventually our efforts bore fruit, and sweet Corncob was born.

A plucky, chunky pickle skinned child, Corncob worried me at first – she seemed frailer than my Tigrexes and didn’t hit as hard, and I feared she might have to be benched for her own sake. After finishing story mode, though, she really came into her own. With the help of some gene re-arranging and some level grinding, Corncob has become a juggernaut – beefier than Caramel and harder hitting than all save Winston the Molten Tigrex. Corncob isn’t the average monster warrior – she has become the legend, the legend that you fear. She is the legendary super monster – the Deviljho!

Anyway, Corncob may be my second favorite monstie. She’s just the sweetest little murdersaurus.

Barioth (Varney)

Redecos: Sand Barioth (Carmilla)

The third mammal-ish reptile, Barioth looks pretty cool. I mean, it’s a sabre tooth cat’s head on a standard MH style wyvern body, you can’t fuck that up really. If MH didn’t offer so many other monsters that were far more lizard-y, I’d probably use it. It’s right there in that later-gen Pokemon category of “I guess this will do” monster design. If I were dying of thirst, Barioth, you would be my water in the desert. But there’s fresh water aplenty here, soooooo yeah.

Brachydios (Bajablast)

Originally I had no intention of using Bajablast, since the design seemed a little overdone to me – like it was trying to hard to be EVEN MORE badass than other monsters. But goddamn did Bajablast win me over! Not only does she have the best kinship attack animation in the game, but she’s a durable, hard hitting worker – not the best fighter on my team, but a consistently reliable one. After giving her water genes that complement her fire resistant nature, Bajablast is both a thirst quencher AND an explosive attacker – she truly does the Dew.

Kirin (Amalthea)

Redecos: Oroshi Kirin (Unreleased – no nickname chosen yet)

While on the outside Kirin looks like just a horse with a horn, on closer inspection you’ll find it also has a weird old man face, and that’s creepy in a fun way. A perfectly acceptable horse monster. Kirin is an “Elder Dragon,” which research tells me is MH code for “Boss Monster” or “Legendary Pokemon,” so I guess that’s why you have to wait until the postgame to get one.

Monoblos (Belphegor)

Redecos: White Monoblos (Unreleased – no nickname chosen yet)

Monoblos is like Diablos but with a less cool looking head. So there’s that for you. It feels kind of underwhelming to get this guy in the postgame, to be honest – it’s just Diablos with a less cool head. But it gives you something to do, and I’d rather wait for this than, say, sweet, dear Corncob.

Seregios (Pinecone)

Like Monoblos, this monster felt kind of underwhelming as a post-game critter – it’s another wyvern, neat – but at least it’s a cool and unique design, with its backwards scales and pissed off rooster face. Sir Reggie O’s is ok in my book.

Great Poogie (Baconbit)

If you find 100 pigs in the game you get a really big pig that you can ride and it’s kind of a joke on you for working so hard to find a bunch of useless fucking pigs, but on the other hand you can ride on a pig and it’s hilarious. Just… just imagining a person choosing to ride on a pig instead of dragons and bears and shit is hilarious.

Epona (un-nickname-able, but I would have called him Bojack)

There’s a DLC tournament you can fight in to get a fucking horse. Just… just a horse. Just a normal goddamn horse. You don’t even get to name the horse because fuckin’ Zelda beat you to it. Excuse me, princess, I wanted to name this horse off an alcoholic sitcom star with clinical depression! Fuckin’ dream killing horse.

THE UNRELEASED DLC MONSTERS

Rajang (Unreleased – thinkin’ of calling it Vegeta)

Every time I’ve fought one of these apes has been a fuckin’ nightmare. I am terrified of them. I am scared of these goddamn dirty pawed apes. I want to raise one just so I can get over my fear.

Kushala Daora (Unreleased – no nickname chosen yet)

The closest the game comes to, like, the iconic European dragon – I mean, let’s be honest, if you think “Dragon,” you think “lizard with four legs and two wings”, right? If we’re being honest here? Right?

Oddly, I’m less enthused by this guy than I felt I would be. It actually makes me understand where all the “reptilian dragons are boring!” people are coming from. It could use just a bit more weirdness.

Teostra (Unreleased – no nickname chosen yet)

So here’s a dragon that is also a lion. Neat.

Glavenus (Unreleased, but will be named Razzlberri)

Every week I hope and pray that the game gets the DLC that lets me have my sweet, dear, beautiful Razzlberri. As of this writing, my prayers remain unanswered.

TT’s Top Ten Favorite Monsties So Far (in no particular order)

Nublar/Sorna/Winston (Tigrex and its variants)

Corncob (Deviljho)

Caramel (Barroth and its variants)

Ogopogo (Lagiacrus and its variants)

Bajablast (Brachydios)

Ratha/Durendal/Excalibur (Rathalos and its variants)

Clarent/Hrunting/Caliburn (Rathian and its variants)

Razzlberri (Glavenus - yeah I know it hasn’t been released yet but look at it)

Vriska/Frosti (Nerscylla and its variants

Moloch/Asmodeus (Diablos and its variants)

#Monster Hunter Stories #Monster Hunter #Tigrex #Lagiacrus #Barroth #Glavenus #Deviljho #and the rest

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Need You, Hate Me

Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell

Words: 1.575

Summary: “Like, y’know, nya.”

(Jeremy and Michael take a walk downtown)

Read on AO3 or under the cut

Jeremy glanced at Michael and tried to fight down the blush that came from seeing him nowadays.

If Michael asked about it, he would blame it on the windchill.

It was winter break and they were downtown, technically window shopping for the upcoming holidays.

Jeremy had the feeling that Michael had finally had enough of Jeremy’s fidgeting after being sequestered in his room for a few days, though.

He had turned off the television in the middle of the twelfth consecutive episode of How It’s Made and thrown a jacket at Jeremy, announcing that they were going out.

Jeremy couldn’t blame him; the cold air was refreshing and being able to stretch his legs a bit made him feel less stifled. He rolled his wrists in his jacket and wiggled his fingers to warm them up a little- he hadn’t thought it was cold enough to warrant gloves when they were leaving. He glanced at Michael again, warmed slightly by how enthusiastic and lively his best friend seemed now that they were in the light of day instead of being bathed by the tv’s light.

It took him a second to realize Michael was talking- had probably been talking for a while- to him and was now looking at him expectantly.

“Sorry?”

Michael shrugged. “Like, y’know, nya.”

Jeremy blinked. “What?”

“Nya~!” Michael repeated, bringing up his hand to do a little cat paw imitation.

Jeremy immediately imagined Michael with twitching cat ears and whiskers and the little voice in the back of his head told him he was blushing too hard to be able to blame it on the wind now. He was so distracted, he didn’t notice the lamp post until he had already run smack into it and stumbled, falling flat on his ass.

Michael put his hands on his hips. “Jeremy, you useless furry.” He told him, shaking his head disdainfully.

“Ow.” Jeremy replied, rubbing his face.

Michael grabbed him by the upper arm and hauled him back up. “Don’t you just hate when inanimate objects attack you?” He asked.

“Ha ha, fuck you.” Jeremy grumbled.

“I mean I’ll testify in court if you need me to, I saw the whole thing.”

“Can we not and say we didn’t?”

“Aw but I wanted to see how they’d bring a lamppost into court.”

Jeremy sighed. “Now my ass is cold, too.” He mourned.

“Well, if you’re cold we could get something warm to drink. I heard there’s a new coffee shop somewhere around here.” Michael looked around, only for them both to realize they were actually standing in front of it. “That’s convenient.” he remarked.

Jeremy nodded. He was reading the sign on the cafe window before he realized that there were three girls seated on stools just behind it and they were all looking at him,pointing and laughing. His heart sank into his stomach. “Michael.” He grabbed Michael’s arm as he moved towards the door. “I can’t go in there!”

Michael turned around, concerned. “What? Why?”

Jeremy scooted unsubtly so Michael’s body was blocking him from the girls’ view. “They’re laughing at me. What if they make fun of me? I can’t-”

Michael turned his head to look at the window.

“No! Don’t look!” Jeremy stopped him, frantically. “Then they’ll know!”

Michael froze and turned back to him. “It’s okay, Jeremy. Calm down. I won’t let the big bad people hurt you. Or make fun of you.”

“Why do I not believe you?” Jeremy frowned.

Michael’s smile dropped as he looked at him earnestly. “I mean it. If you don’t want to go in, that’s ok. Come on let’s keep walking.” He nodded his head down the street and they started walking again, Michael blocking him from the window as they walked past.

“Thanks.” Jeremy muttered, looking down at his feet and feeling guilty.

“Hey, it’s no problem!” Michael reassured him. “But you’re still cold aren’t you?”

“Yeah. It’s mostly just my hands and face, though.”

“Hmm.” Michael tugged off the glove on the hand closest to Jeremy.

“Give me your other hand.” Michael said, pointing.

“What?” Jeremy automatically brought up his hand and Michael deftly pulled the glove onto it.

He offered his bare hand to him.

Jeremy looked at it, confused.

“Give me your hand.” Michael prompted, after a second, reaching out to grab it.

Jeremy sputtered a bit as he realized Michael’s intent was to hold his hand. “Isn’t this a little…”

“What?” Michael asked, gripping tightly when Jeremy tried to pull away.

“Y’know…” he looked around furtively. “Gay?”

“Yep.”

“What?”

“I’ve uh… I’ve been meaning to tell you about that, actually.” Michael stared determinedly into middlespace. “I’m... Yeah. I’m gay.”

Jeremy stopped walking, which had Michael tripping after a second because he hadn’t noticed. His mouth was hanging open, shocked.

Michael turned to him reluctantly. “Um. It would be good if you’d like… say something? Or maybe close your mouth before you catch a fly.”

Jeremy’s thoughts were awhirl. “How do you know?” he blurted out. He blinked; that wasn’t what he had meant to say.

“I think? No- I know… I have a crush on a boy.” Michael admitted.

“Could you be bi, then?”

Michael thought about it for a second before shaking his head. “I doubt it. I’ve never really liked any girls? I mean like-like. Girls are cool. I just don’t want to… I don’t know. Kiss them?” He shrugged. “Are we cool?”

“Yeah!” Jeremy said, a little louder than he had intended, causing the few people down the way to turn and stare at them. “Yeah, of course.” He told him, squeezing his hand. “I’m just. Surprised. I guess I shouldn’t be, though. You’ve never really talked about liking any girls.”

“Yeah…” They started walking again. “But anyways, if you want, I could heat up your face with my face.”

It took Jeremy a second to get what he was saying. “What? I- you- UM- but what about your crush?”

Michael shrugged again. “I mean we’re high schoolers in New Jersey. What are the chances he’s also gay andlikes me?” He side-eyed Jeremy. “Besides. What if my crush is on you?”

Jeremy looked down at their clasped hands. He laughed, self deprecating. “I doubt it. Who would have a crush on me?”

“Why wouldn’t I have a crush on you?” Michael asked, eyebrows furrowed. “You’re really kind, and dorky, and cute! Plus you have great taste in music and video games!”

Jeremy shook his head. “Everything about me is just terrible. Everything about me makes me wanna die.” He muttered, mostly to himself.

“Hey!” Michael said loudly, stopping again so he could whirl Jeremy around to face him. “No” He told him, angrily. “Why the fuck would you say that about yourself?”

Jeremy shook his head. “The SQUIP said-”

“Of course he did! It was manipulating you!”

“I know. But....But what if it was right?”

“It wasn’t. Listen to me.” He tilted Jeremy’s face up so he could look him in the eye. “You are a human being. You are imperfect, and a little strange, and a lot clumsy, but you know what? All of those little imperfections you hate about yourself? They make you perfect. And I love each and every one of them. Because they make you who you are. And I love who you are.”

“Even the acne?” Jeremy tried to joke, uncomfortable with how Michael’s declaration made him feel.

“Especially the acne.” Michael told him, seriously.

“You’re just saying that because you want to play connect the dots with them.”

“And why is that a bad thing? Just because the reason I love them is silly doesn’t mean I love them any less.” Michael shook his head. “I love everything about you. Like the way your voice cracks when you get anxious, or how you’re super humble about your achievements even though you should really own them because you’re amazing, or how you fidget and fray your sweater sleeves.”

“I-”

“Shut up I’m not done.” Michael interrupted. “I love your stupidly long antler legs, and the way your hair curls around your ears, and how you’re really bad at math. I love how you put ketchup all over your fries like a heathen, and your nose is adorable, and how you sing under your breath when you’re not paying attention. I love the way you stick your tongue out the side of your mouth when you’re concentrating really hard on a video game, and the way you use way too many emojis in your texts, and that you collect pennies like some weird kind of bronze hoarding dragon.” He paused. “Is any of this getting through to you?”

“Y-yeah.” Jeremy nodded.

“Good. Because I could go on about you all day, but I don’t want you to freeze to death. Do you want to head back to the car?”

Jeremy nodded and they started walking the way they came. He was silent as he thought very hard about what Michael had said.

As they approached the parking lot he finally found his voice.

“Hey, Michael?” He asked, before he could convince himself it was a bad idea. “Is your crush on me?”

Michael tilted his head at him. “Maybe. What do you think?” He asked, before letting go of Jeremy’s hand and going over to the driver’s side of the car.

Jeremy looked down at his hand, rapidly cooling in the cold air.

What did he think?

#bmc #be more chill #be more chill musical #boyf riends #meremy hell #acindraquill #be more queer

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Runner 5 Questionnaire

Spoilers for S2M18, general beginning of S4, S4M21. Others implied but not a lot directly stated.

1.) Does your Five speak? If not, why not?

Yes! Sort of. She stopped speaking entirely near the beginning of the apocalypse around the time she was at Mullins. A certain incident happened which mirrored when she lost her older sister at the start of the outbreak wherein one of her. Um. I can’t remember the word for fellow army member. They were friends I guess and Finley’s talking over comms ended up giving away the other friend’s position and so yeah. She stopped speaking after that and didn’t talk at all for like, upwards of 3 months of her time at Abel.

But (gay warning) as she spent more time around friends at Abel who all tend to be pretty talkative, she slowly started talking again and is slowly coming out of her shell because she’s comfortable again and has faith in her friends and finally some restored trust in herself not to get people killed. Granted some things totally disrupted that increase in talking (i.e. Archie dying) but generally: yes.

That was super long I’m sorry.

2.) Who are your Five’s best friends?

Sam and Maxine for sure!! Finley’s also super close with Jack and Eugene who. Generally come as a pair friendship wise but she’s probs a bit closer with Jack just because they have kinda similar habits of poking fun at Eugene. She’s also getting along with Paula a lot more but even though she knew the circumstances of her helping Van Ark it was. Kinda tough to get past but now they’re good and Finley spends lots of time helping Sam babysit baby Sara. EDIT HOW COULD I FORGET JODY HOLY COW FINLEY AND JODY GET ALONG PRETTY WELL like more than pretty well they complement and tease each other lots even when Finley isn't talkative there's a lot of silly-face-making and such. I love Jody.

3.) Does your Five have any love interests?

Hello have you heard of our lord and savior 5am? Listen there’s literally no other like. You can’t argue the fact that they obviously really love each other, see Exhibit A *points to S2M20 and links you to a totally canon and not edited clip*. I love them and they love each other.

But if we’re talking about not pure blissful canon happiness then gee, sign me up for 5imon and 5ara. Two other ships I can totally get behind the whole, feelings happen thing and then well. Bumps in the road happen.

4.) Who does your Five not hang out with outside of work?

Uhhhh first instinct is just like. Janine. Maybe a bit more as seasons progress but definitely nowhere near the people from question 2. Nadia and Veronica not so much either, probably, because Finley and Veronica think in completely different ways and Nadia is mostly glued to Veronica.

5.) What kind of hairstyle does your Five sport?

She’s got relatively dark, mostly straight and sometimes frizzy hair. It goes like, idk, down just a bit past her shoulders to just above the middle of her chest. Even though she has to wear it up for runs she finds like, lots of comfort in having her hair down and wearing comfortable, non-restrictive clothing like sweaters or stuff when there’s a chance to relax. It feels a lot like pre-outbreak for her and makes her feel less tightly wound. Whoops I got totally off track. There are also bangs, not sidebangs but you know. Anime mixture of straight across and not.

All of these answers are so long I am so sorry

6.) What is your Five’s relationship to Abel D&D night?

Oh my god ok. This is where Finley being a self insert genuinely comes into play because! She definitely loves D&D, but like, definitely isn’t super inclined to initiate doing things during the campaign and kind of relies on the rest of the party to carry the story along for quite awhile when she isn’t as talkative. And that’s a pretty long time.

She joined the D&D group at the continued invitation of Sam and the rest of the D&D crew and it was for sure one of the things that got her more comfortable at Abel. Like, she definitely spent time just sitting in on sessions at first, and Sam would kind of let her see the DM stuff because she sure wasn’t gonna like. Tell anyone and eventually around the time she starts talking more she gives him a bit of ideas and such but then she wants to play so that, like Stops. She doesn’t spoil the stuff Sam’s planned for the story that she already knew bc she knows he’s a huge dork and that would be evil. I mean can you even imagine how excited Sam gets about plots that he comes up with. He kills me honestly.

This is all ending up super rambley and I’m kind of figuring it out as I go along I am sorry

7.) What’s one wacky headcanon about Abel?

This is a tough one because you know there are undoubtedly a bunch of Abel inside jokes that are perpetuated on Rofflenet and on Radio Abel and on the community notice board but I can’t think of something specific thats…”wacky”. Hm. I’m stealing this bc I just saw Kenzie on twitter talking about how loud the gate to Abel is and it’s definitely a thing where everyone who isn’t involved in being a runner or on comms or anything, just like normal citizens continually ask why it’s that loud. Y’know the things that everyone in a house or school complains about but does nothing to fix Ever? Yeah this is that. I feel like after visiting Abel the Minister would want to fix that but idk what I’m even talking about anymore. Um. Next.

8.) What’s one wacky headcanon about your Five?

This is legitimately difficult to think of ummm. Oh she’s made a habit of taking merch shirts on supply runs. Like, everything from tees saying “I ❤️ UK” to “Jacob’s Hot Dog Emporium,” and that’s basically her entire run wardrobe. It started as convenience but ended up being really fun and sometimes people grab shirts for her when on runs to unique spots without her. Even tho like I mentioned she loves wearing sweaters when she’s allowed to relax, that’s obviously not possible on missions because of riskiness of baggy/catchy clothing so location merch t-shirts are her run gear. That’s like, half-wacky right?

9.) How did your Five end up at Mullins base?

This is something I haven’t thought tons about but I’m gonna do my best to give a general idea. Like I mentioned in #1, Finley lost her sister at the start of the outbreak in a really tight situation which I haven’t considered all the details of (but which definitely involved the “No! You stay here, be safe, okay?” trope), after which she had no idea. She stayed where her sister told her to for a fairly decent amount of time and when she finally left to search for supplies and just anyone who was still alive, she was found by a Mullins patrol. She doesn’t know pretty much anything about the status of the rest of her family and just kind of…goes with it because she has nothing else. It’s a pretty Bad Time but yeah.

10.) What doesn’t your Five miss about the pre-apocalypse world?

Oh man, lots of stuff, primarily working. That sounds bad and lazy but she had lots of troubles really putting big effort into jobs that were entry level and 100% necessary to make any career progress but was a good people person so her dad kept pushing her to hold some job through college but she didn’t do too well at that and it ended up just majorly stressing her out. So that’s something she loves about Abel! Her “job” is running and helping and doing her best to make it so everyone can live good lives and she loves that, even if it’s a lot of responsibility.

#long post #zr #5 #finley #oooo i have a tag for her now #my kid #this ended up so so long im sorry

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