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[crystalstar8]

Knights of the Night (chapter 2)

Chapter 2

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count: 1,628

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France

notes: vampires, vampire au, college, college au, so many twilight references, blood, needles, kidnapping, children, homelessness, dance, ballet, flashbacks, romance, slow burn, probably no smut, idk yet tho, France, French things, attempted genocide, inaccurate French history, bisexual main character, @strawberriewithchocolate-blog​

summary: Catalina starts college in a small town all the way across the country. She doesn’t know anyone and isn’t exactly looking for friends. She just wants to focus on dance. But when she meets fellow dance major, Jimin, and adventurous, fellow freshman, Jungkook, Catalina ends up discovering a whole new side to the small college town; one that is dangerous but oh so enticing...

              Despite complaining about walking to work, Catalina was sort of looking forward to the hike. She could see the mountains from wherever she was in this town, and they were beautiful. It was seven in the morning and Catalina was half dead. After a cup of coffee and a hearty breakfast though, she was ready to go. Jungkook had texted her the day before giving her a time, eight am, and his home address. No other details, such as what to wear to work, which would have been helpful. She had texted him back but he never answered, so she wore a plain black t-shirt with jeans. She figured that was neutral enough.

               Jungkook’s house turned out to be right around the block, so it was a short walk. The house was old, two stories, grey brick, square and narrow. Catalina knocked on the door and waited. Jungkook opened the door right away.

               “Hey, come on in,” he said, holding the door open. Catalina closed the door behind her and looked around. The inside looked like it hadn’t been redecorated since the 70’s, but it was still cozy and homey. Jungkook led the way up the stairs to a small bedroom at the end of the hall. His hair was still a mess and he wasn’t wearing shoes.

               “Are your parents home?” asked Catalina.

               “No, they’re at work. They’ll come home in a few hours,” he said.

               “The night shift?” asked Catalina.

               “Yeah, they’re nurses. They’ve worked the night shift ever since me and my brother started high school,” said Jungkook. He was sitting on his bed, lacing up a pair of Timberlands.

               The bedroom was a mess, clothes scattered across the floor, piles of tangled wires in the corner. A bookshelf was against the left wall filled with video games and stuffed animals. Beside the bookshelf, a surfboard, a snowboard, and a skateboard all leaned against the wall. A glass of milk sat on the desk by the door and there was a hole in the wall right above that. Catalina could see into the next bedroom through it, which looked similar to this room. The whole bedroom stunk like…

               “Dude, this milk is bad,” said Catalina. She scrunched her nose and shuffled away from it.

               “It is?” asked Jungkook. He picked it up and sniffed it. He reared back and gagged loudly. Catalina threw her head back laughing.

               “Why did you sniff it?” she asked.

               “I don’t know! Shut up!” he said. He took one last tentative sniff of it before setting it down and grabbing a hairbrush.

               “Have you eaten yet?”

               “No I just got up, like a few minutes before you got here,” he said. “I was thinking we could stop somewhere on the way.”

               “Won’t we be late?” asked Catalina.

               “Just McDonalds, nothing fancy!” he said.

               “What time do we have to be there?”

               “Eight.”

               “Dude! We’re gonna be late!”

               “Just quick! We’ll go through the drive through!”

               “We’re walking!”

                 A half an hour later found Catalina and Jungkook starting on the trail up the mountain. Jungkook was wolfing down three McMuffins, tater tots, and a frozen coffee. The walk through the drive through was something Catalina never wanted to do again.

               The hike, though intimidating, was very nice. They talked about their childhoods and other random stories while they walked. The woods were beautiful; enormous, ancient trees towering all around them. Catalina remembered Jungkook telling her about people skiing in these mountains. She didn’t know a whole lot about the sport, but she was pretty sure the trees would get in the way.

               “Now, I don’t know enough about skiing, but I feel like all these trees would get in the way,” said Catalina. Jungkook chuckled.

               “Yeah, there’s slopes at the top that you take lifts to get to. No one skis here,” said Jungkook. “We’ll go this winter.”

               “Yeah, you keep saying that. Anyway, this is a really nice hike, but I bet you we won’t feel like doing this every time,” said Catalina. “We’re gonna get sick of it after the first few times.”

               “No way. R.I.P. to you but I’m different,” said Jungkook.

               Catalina sighed. “That was lame. And you’re the only one here who has a car, so…”

               “I know, I’m just kidding,” he said.

               The trail let them out onto the road, which they followed until they reached the gift shop. It was a small building on the side of the road which advertised trail maps, souvenirs and camping necessities. A little bell rang above the door as they stepped inside. Hoodies, snow globes and tacky, racist Native American merchandise greeted them inside.

               “You’re late,” someone said. A woman in her late 40’s rounded one of the shelves and crossed her arms.

               “What? Not we’re not!” Jungkook checked the time on his phone. They were indeed late. Catalina sighed. Great first impression.

               “We’re really sorry ma’am. Someone had to get McDonalds on the way here,” she said.

               The woman sighed. “Call me Helen. And it’s okay. It’s not like they’re bustin’ the door down.”

               Sure enough, besides them, the store was empty. Helen showed them how to work the register, where the back room was, and how to close at seven.

               “Just be friendly with the customers. I’m not gonna be here on weekends, so keep yourselves occupied,” said Helen. And with that, she left the store. The rest of the day went by slowly. Not many people came in, so Catalina and Jungkook mostly just hung out and goofed around.

               When Catalina got home later that night, she was exhausted. They only had a few customers that day, the rest of the time was spent chatting and making fun of the Indian goods.

               Her bed, which was still just a mattress on the floor, was a welcome sight.

                  The only thing she could feel was a deep-seated fear. It made her palms sweat and the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. The narrow hallways seemed to be never ending. She needed to find a way out. If they caught up to her, she was dead. The faint sound of a floorboard creaking somewhere behind her made her spin around, breath caught in her throat. There was no one there, but the hallway seemed darker than it was before.

               All of a sudden, Catalina found herself in a den. A fire crackled in the fireplace, bookshelves lined the walls and a big desk sat in the corner. It was cozy, and Catalina felt the fear melt away. She felt safe here.

               “Have you read this one?”

               Catalina turned around. A man stood by the hearth. He held up a book, but Catalina couldn’t make out the title since the letters kept shifting.

               “I’m not sure,” she said. This man was dangerous, Catalina could tell by the fear she still felt being around him. But she also knew he wouldn’t hurt her. “I don’t think I’ve read it. What book is it?”

               “I told you about this one yesterday. You would like it,” he said. When he smiled, his dimples caved and his eyes sparked. Catalina no longer felt afraid of him.

                  I Like It, by Cardi B. blasted from the speakers. Sweat dripped from Catalina’s brow.

               “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, one, two, three, STEVE, GODDAMN IT YOU’RE STILL TURNING THE WRONG WAY!” the choreographer shouted. She paused the music and pinched the bridge of her nose. Catalina took the opportunity to breathe and turn to Jimin. He was trying not to laugh.

               “I don’t wanna be here when she kills Steve,” Jimin said under his breath. Catalina giggled.

               “I think it’d be some fun drama,” said Catalina. “Also, he deserves it.”

               Jimin laughed and they got back into position as the music started from the beginning again. Catalina wasn’t really a fan of Cardi B., but the dance was a lot of fun. It was a smooth hip hop, lots of body rolls and sexy partner dancing. Catalina was glad she got Jimin as her partner and not Steve. Steve was pretty bad.

               Once the choreographer called it a day, Catalina and Jimin took their time packing their bags.

               “Do you watch the news at all?” asked Jimin. Catalina shook her head. “Well, it’s the only thing ever on at my house, and I guess there’s like, people going missing in the town next to us.”

               “Whoa, really?” asked Catalina.

               “Yeah, and I was invited to this party, but my mom has been freaking out and she doesn’t want me to go out, so I don’t know if I’m going…”

               “Wow, that’s crazy. Yeah, I mean, it’s not in this town though. So it should be fine to go to a party,” said Catalina. Jimin shrugged.

               “Maybe. Anyway, how was the first day at work?” he asked.

               “Ah, yeah, it was nice. The hike is cool and there’s a bunch of racist Indian goods in the shop. There’s like, barely any customers, so it was pretty chill all day,” she said.

               “That’s cool. I don’t think I’d be able to walk that far to work every day. I’m too lazy,” said Jimin.

               Catalina shrugged. “I mean, a job is a job. But I’ll probably have a ride for a lot of my shifts,” she said. “What about you? Did you get that job in the theater?”

               “Yeah, it’s alright. I guess it’s gonna be mostly just moving chairs around and helping backstage for events,” said Jimin. “But what if I want to audition for a show?”

               “Then they’ll just have to find a replacement for you!” said Catalina. “You deserve to be on stage!”

               Jimin laughed and said, “Thank you. I do deserve to be on stage, don’t I?”

#bts #bts fanfction #nights of the night #kim namjoon #namjoon #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #park jimin #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #min yoongi #Jimmy K #captain kirk #vampire au #crystalstar

[girlofmanyfandoms]

Forbidden Spicy Gatorade Chronicles Chapter One

A/n: Ok, so the cult is getting stronger by the minute so if you haven’t been introduced yet, don’t be offended! I’ll try to go through everyone and introduce you in the next chapter. Erica (@the-never-ending-void) has asked not to be included in this fic.

Key:

Tater - @a-lonely-tatertot 

Lynn - @lesbilynnette

Gray - @silver-snow

Lilah - @tribblemakingalicorn

Cadence - me

Ivy - @imaramennoodle

Molly - @molly-sencen

Farris - @everyonehasthoughts

Speens - @an-absolute-travesty

Holes - @holesinmyfalseconfidence

Connor - @linhammon-roll-bromance101

Panda - @worldwidepandamonium

Meg - @ultralazycreatorfan

Word count: 2,382

Warnings: If you’re reading this, you already know what’s about to pop off

Lilah poked Cadence’s shoulder who promptly rolled over. Lilah poked her several more times, a bit more aggressively. Grumbling Cadence sat up quickly and smacked her head on the top of the bunk bed. She sighed, rubbing her forehead. Her eyes slowly adjusted to her surroundings, taking in the strangely black, purple, and gold aesthetic room.

“Why’d you wake me up?”

“You got a notification,” Lilah said, eyes wide open, handing her the phone, slowly walking out of their shared room.

Cadence furrowed her brows, unlocking the phone before calling out to her roommate. “Wait, how long have you been up?”

“OREOS!” she called back. “Where are the keys?”

“On the kitchen counter,” Cadence replied, checking her emails. 1 unread message from Gray, the AI developer who she made small talk with during lunch breaks.

Dear Cadence,

Good evening! There’s a new play coming out on Mainstreet, called The Facade, and I was approached by the team to create a promotional piece. I was hoping you could help, and we would split the rewards 50/50. The play is about a murder crime, which is plotted out in a series of intricate riddles. The plot twist: the lead detective was the murderer, and had been delaying her trial while she was pretending to gather evidence, and stealing from a suspect to gain enough money to flee. And her second in command was funding the plots without knowing that her boss was the mastermind behind it all.

Ok, now that my boss has read above the cut we can talk freely. The offer is real, and I WOULD like to split it 50/50, I just can’t stand talking all formal, y’know? Anyway, since you said you do animations and stuff as a side gig, I thought maybe you could make the animations, and I’ll edit and do the social networking? Idk, I’m just spitballing here, let me know what you think.

Also, Lilah directed me towards this email, she’s really good at tracking people down.

Sorry if I made any spelling mistakes, I haven’t slept in weeks,

Gray

“Huh,” Cadence huffed, glancing at the clock. 3 AM. She had time. So, grabbing her IPad, she opened Procreate and got to work. The Facade. Sounds interesting enough. But what to draw? A lock perhaps? A silhouette of the main character? Before she could decide, her phone buzzed again, a voice recording this time, from Lilah.

“Hey, so I just ran into two of the actresses from The Facade and they said they want to talk to you about it so you can create a better promotional vid, meet me at the local library, k bye.”

Cadence wished on a shooting star that at least an hour had passed by so the buses would be running. But how wrong she was. It was 3 AM. It was raining. And the library was at least a mile away.

“This should be fun,” she mumbled, grabbing her set of keys, her IPad, and a raincoat before jogging the mile it took to get to the library.

_______

By the time Cadence arrived her hair was drenched and she was so out of breath and tired she thought she was going to pass out. She looked for any sign of her roommate, but she was nowhere to be found. Instead, she saw three people sitting at a table chatting freely and crying laughing. The librarian wasn’t fazed in the slightest. On the contrary, they seemed to be enjoying it, leaning over the library’s registry system, talking with them. Quickly Googling “The Facade,” Cadence confirmed that the two ladies were the actresses from the play. The other one offered occasional comments, mostly just watching the occurrences that went on. Social anxiety kicked in and told her to run in the other direction, but she really needed the money. She forced herself to approach them.

“Hey, I’m Cadence,” I introduce myself nervously. “Lilah said you wanted to speak to me about promoting your play?”

“Cadence! Lilah mentioned your animations, and we thought it’d be a new, eye-catching way to get our work out there,” the first one chirped. “I’m Molly, by the way. I play the detective’s second in command.”

“And I’m Ivy,” the other one greeted. “I play the lead.”

Cadence expected the third person to introduce themself next, but the librarian took the initiative. “Hello, fellow human, you may address me as SPEENS, I accept liver sacrifices.”

“They do that all the time,” the third person assured her. “Tater, by the way. I’m not in the play, I’m just working on a novel with Molly. We met up here to talk to good ‘ol Speens when these bit-”

“Language,” Molly warned.

“When these lovely individuals,” Tater corrected, “decided to make this a research sesh for the book. As if we needed more work. I’m free to fly wherever the wind takes me.”

“Amen to that, sibling,” Speens responded solemnly, pulling five wine glasses and vodka out from under the desk like a bartender. Cadence looked confused, but not against it. “Say, where’s the rest of the crew? Lynn, Gray, Farris, and the lot of them?”

“Farris doesn’t work on the set,” Ivy reminded her. “They’re an archaeologist. Holes makes the sets for us.”

Speens wrinkled their nose, seemingly in disgust. “And the others?”

“Well, if you can take a break, we can meet up with them at the theatre. Even Farris, since I heard their last trip was a bust,” Molly offered.

Without a second thought, Speens put up a sign that read “The Librarian is Out.”

“Do they-”

“All the time,” Ivy nodded. “It’s kinda their thing.”

“But, yeah, Farris and Connor tend to hang around the set,” Molly explained. “They don’t bother anyone, no one bothers them. They’re a bit older, kinda like the authority figures of the group.”

“If authority figures would let you make a dumba-”

“Tater,” Ivy nudged.

Tater changed their wording. “-unwise move in order to see what would happen.”

“They’re responsible for us without being responsible for us, if that makes sense,” Ivy commented. “Let’s get going though, before someone blows something up.” She shot a sideways glance at Speens, who put a hand up in surrender.

________

Ivy swung open the doors to the theatre and immediately had to duck for cover. “What the HELL, Connor?”

They were holding onto some theatre seats, zooming back and forth the row on rollerblades, occasionally losing balance and having to sit down. After a particularly messy turn-around, they decided to crawl over to the red carpeted steps and laid there for a moment. Farris was perched in a seat a row down, calming watching as Connor seemed to be having an existential crisis. Upon seeing Tater and Cadence, Farris got up, carefully stepping around Connor. “New kids?”

“Farris, this is Tater, and that’s Cadence,” Ivy helped. “They’re helping us promote the play.”

“Congratulations, you’re adopted,” they vowed, though Tater looked confused. “What? I don’t make the rules. Oh, wait, I’m supposed to be the responsible one…. Ok, so I make the rules, but they can be bent if the alternative’s interesting enough. Right, Connor?”

“Uh huh,” he called from the floor tiredly. If he hadn’t spoken, he would have been deemed dead.

“Lynn and the rest of the gang are in the back,” Farris informed them, pulling a skateboard from under their seat and helping Connor stand. Connor’s rollerblades flailed a bit as he struggled to get up, but his arm was slung around Farris’s shoulder, supporting him.

“DO A KICKFLIP,” Connor prompted, his words slurred.

“Are you kidding, I haven’t skateboarded since I was six, I need an actual skate park to practice that,” Farris recounted. “And how drunk are you?”

“Yes,” he responded, giggling in a hiccupy way. “Does anyone have more vodka?”

“I got you fam,” Speens said, pulling out a suitcase of alcohol from thin air.

“Anyways,” Ivy interjected, trying to get the conversation back on track. “I’ll go get the others, wait here.”

Ivy returned with Gray, Lynn, Holes, Panda, and Meg, and introduced them accordingly. “Gray works on the special effects, Lynn designed everyone’s costumes, Holes makes the set, Panda is a theatre critic, and Meg is our concept artist.”

“So, other than animation, is there anything else you bring to the table?” Molly asked.

“Well, I do glass art,” Cadence supplied. “It’s probably not relevant, but when it’s still really hot and glowy, which is when you can shape it, it looks like it would make a good snack. Hell, it almost looks like Gatorade. I can show a picture if you’d like.”

Cadence took her phone out and everyone crowded around to see.

“More like Powerade, Gatorade doesn’t come in that kind of blue,” Speens added.

“F O R B I D D E N S P I C Y G A T O R A D E,” Connor yelled, startling Farris.

“NO,” Holes countered, clearly distressed. “Do NOT drink molten glass. You’d die!”

“You call it death, I call it adventure,” Molly smirked. “I’m here for it. C’mon Holes, live a little.”

“Sis, how have you made it to adulthood thinking like that?” Lynn questioned, looking a bit scared.

“And I know how to live, I’m living right now!” Holes countered.

“Sure you are, nerd.” Molly rolled her eyes. “And how many near death experiences have you had, huh?”

“Near death- okay, first of all, I am not a nerd-”

“You kinda are,” Tater mumbled. Holes gasped, putting a hand over her heart as if they were betrayed. “What? You are. You make a living off of reading books.”

“Used to, friend,” Holes clarified. “I’m a freelance artist now. I picked up this gig because of these fools. And good thing too, because now you’re about to poison yourselves! Second of all, um, none?! How many have you had?”

Molly clicked her tongue in disappointment. “Five. Blended corn, acorns, eating soap, eating paper, and an intense game of dodgeball. I haven’t even peaked with these experiences yet.”

“Immortal until proven mortal,” Connor finished for her.

Meg stood next to Molly and held her shoulders. “This girl, she’s going places.”

“Meg, not you, too, I swear to god-”

“sLuRp,” Ivy joined in, grinning from ear to ear.

Holes was getting hysterical. “What the actual hell is going on? Lynn, help me out here.”

“The Gatorade is Forbidden for a reason, kids,” Lynn tried to reason.

Gray stood up with a mischievous glint in their eyes. “Where can we get it?”

“From the crunchy forbidden chocolate powder, of course,” Connor chimed in. Panda gave him a high-five while Holes became paler and paler from the cult forming in front of their eyes.

“This one speaks the truth,” Panda shrugged.

“Ok, what even is crunchy forbidden chocolate powder?”

“Sand, duh,” Connor said matter of factly. “Add some vodka, a martini, and some olives, and you got one heck of a slushie.”

“So that means there must be Forbidden Chewy Lettuce and Flavoured Forbidden Chewy Lettuce,” Tater went on. “Grass and flower petals. Cursed, but not wrong.”

“Ooh, and crackle air can be limestones and sodium carbonate, pies are dirt, bread is wood, and hard candy is metal,” Panda proclaimed.

“Fidget spinners are Forbidden Bagels, too,” Connor helped. “I should know, I tried the other day and cut my lip.”

Farris ignored the last part of Connor’s rant. “The variety pack, I like the sound of that.”

“Farris you’re supposed to look after us and you’re condoning this?!” Holes shouted.

Farris mounted his skateboard. “I’m not condoning anything. I’m enabling and hyping them up without joining in. That’s some big brain stuff.”

“This is why they control the brain cell,” Ivy nodded. “WAIT, ARE MY CHICKEN NUGGETS BURNING?!”

“Ives, you literally set a timer on the microwave backstage, you’re fine,” Tater reassured Ivy, holding her from running to check on her meal.

“Oh, like you know anything about microwaves,” Ivy argued. “You microwave ice cream.”

“It takes too long to soften, and I’m impatient,” Tater defended, turning to address Holes. “And it is eaten with a spoon.”

“Do not start this debate again- you know what, Panda, get ice cream from the mini-fridge, we’re settling this here and now,” Holes demanded.

“I think the real question is why is ice cream so hard,” Speens mentioned as Panda brought a tub of Haagen Daz ice cream. Holes used a fork to attempt to chisel out part of the snack. It wasn’t very successful.

“I think that’s just how Haagen Daz works,” Cadence observed.

Holes saw this as an opportunity to gain some momentum in the argument. “Not just this brand! All ice cream works like that!!!”

“No,” Panda objected. “Not Breyer’s. That stuff is always just right when you need it. Hashtag not sponsored.”

“Did you just break the fourth wall?” Lynn asked. “You know what, I don’t wanna know, just for the love of all that is good in this world please don’t drink the Forbidden Spicy Gatorade.”

“Too late,” Cadence said. “It’s easily accessible. Also, I’m calling E so we can recruit her.”

“Holes, I know you’re hiding it from us,” Molly speculated.

“What are you talking-”

“You’re keeping the Forbidden Spicy Gatorade all to yourself because you know of its power and you want it all to yourself.”

“I don’t HAVE the Gatorade, and I’m explicitly telling you it’s going to kill you if you drink it!”

As the bickering went on, Lynn slipped off to the vacant staff lounge to pull out her phone. There had to be a supplier somewhere who would give them this. She searched for a few minutes, and, after a few dead ends, she finally found an investor. “Cha-ching. Forbidden Incorporated is in business,” Lynn smiled to herself.

“Forbidden Incorporated, eh?” Farris asked from the doorway. Lynn froze and cursed herself for forgetting to lock the door. Now Farris knew of her plans. “Tell you what, I’ll keep your secret under one condition: We split the money 50/50, and get equal control over the decisions. So, deal?”

Lynn hesitated. She wasn’t sure she could trust Farris, but seeing as this was the only way to stop Holes from knowing just yet, she had no other choice. “Deal.”

_______

A/n: So that was fun and took entirely too long to write. I hope you enjoyed it and if you’re in the cult and I didn’t include you, reblog this and I’ll make a list. The next chapter might focus on a smaller group bc there are like thirteen characters here and I’m tired. Peace out!

#forbidden spicy gatorade

[mrsdr-ethan-ramsey]

Open Heart MC

full name and why I chose it - Parker B. Kennedy. I love gender neutral names so I picked something where you wouldn’t know her gender just reading it. For the last name, I was going to have her from the East Coast so I gave her a old school lastname, but she’s from the midwest now so she’s an off-brand Kennedy lol

pronouns - She/Her

alignment - Chaotic Good. She means the best but she’s sloppy yet somehow manages to stick the landing?

zodiac sign - Taurus 

favourite movie/tv show - Parker lovesss Gilmore Girls and anything happy. It has to be something that will lift her up after a hard day at work. Mystic Pizza is her favorite movie because her mother showed it to her when she was young, so she dreamed about moving to Mystic, CT (She settled for Boston though)

weapon of choice - Ooof, she’s a klutz so probably a flight of stairs to knock someone over like a bowling pin?

love interest(s), if they have one - Ethan Jonah Ramsey 💕

sexuality - Straight, but let's be real not that straight

favourite holiday - Thanksgiving. Parker loves being surrounded by her built family and trying to cook for them (Eventually they just tell her to bring canned cranberries and not try to cook a Turkey)

ideal day - Spending a day with Ethan doing anything. Preferably waking up late and having nothing to do and no one to answer to. After they finally get out of bed, she’d want to go to museums in the area and nerd out with her man. 

how is their dream house - A townhouse in Boston that’s super cozy. Parker has always dreamed of owning a real home to make her own, and she loves walking down streets lined with townhouses.

favourite mythological figure - She’s a sucker for Athena. Athena’s a badass and Parker wants to be like her.

comfort food, if they have one - Like a true midwesterner, it’s Chicken Wild Rice Soup and Tater Tot Hotdish (now i really want some..)

description of their favourite outfit - Fall is her favorite season, so she loves being able to wear a pair of jeans, a light sweater, and a pair of sperry sneakers.

faceclaim - Emily VanCamp (Thanks to my roomie watching The Resident I could only see her as my MC)

Thank you for asking (and the others who asked for my OH MC!) 💕

[fuckmewithyourtoespj]

hanbrough farm on b*ll h*der’s forehead <3

Bill thought it must have been the sexiest sight he’s ever seen. 

Watching Mike, plowing, harvesting, watering, whatever the fuck, farmy things on the rough, copious bumps of his, the dude’s forehead. 

This forehead, his and Mike’s very own plot of land was a godsend. All the space they had for farming things,,, animals, the plentiful bounties of fruits and shit, there was no other place like this.....

Bony Tater’s forehead. 

All the farm people wanted in on this forehead. the farm business was rough this time of year and only bill and mike had gotten lucky. Will Bill h- 🤢’s forehead. 

bill was an incompetent little bitch, so he didn’t do shit, but mike was good. 

#bony tater is code for bill 🤢 #bill h 🤢🤢 #let me try that again #bill ha 🤢🤢🤢🤢 #nvm i can't even say it #elc's minds god they're so large #writing tag #hanbrough #writing #b*ll h*der #it (am) #it (sk)

[actualtree]

I was tagged by @viioll ,,, hello

Nicknames: Weezy (this sounds so mean but I promise it’s not hdgxfxg)), Sunshine, and Grass ! The last two are unrelated

Star Sign: Aries Sun :D!!! Yeeeeehaw

Height: ...... 5’0”

Last Movie Watched: Enter the Florpus

Favorite Musician of All Time: CHRIS GARNEAU,,,!!! His music is so good!!! I love listening to it!!! Makes me happie

Song Stuck in my Head: Ah Sunflower by Post Malone bc of a post I saw earlier

Other Blogs: @gray-doestheart and @misophoniccharacteroftheday !!!

Do I Get Asks?: usually only if I rb an ask meme but. Not usually, no :o. It’d b neat tho ^^

Who Am I following: Cool people !!! Friends!!! Oh and my sister @jollyelfgirl I guess 😒😒😒

What Am I Wearing: a pyrokinesis shirt and comfy pants (like Serizawas pantse)). Fashion icon over here I know

Dream Job(s): if there’s anything in the dream psychology field? Sign me UP, therapist (I regret to inform y’all I’m a psych major 😔)), Actor, Author

Dream Trip: Go to Scotland !!!

Play any Instruments?: I played trumpet in band !!! It was a blast

Speak Any Languages?: I know some basic ASL!

Favorite Food(s): BEEF STEW!!! This one dish my mom used to make (chicken-mushroom-cheese something... very tasty)), borger and tater tots

Favorite Song(s): FUCK UHHHH a bunch of Chris Garneau songs for sure , south by sleeping at last, know your demons by the tiny, and a bunch of Mitski and Mother Mother songs. Out of all of it I think Chris Garneau’s Winter Song 2 is my favorite

Random Fact: I can remember my dreams really well usually! I can tell you abt one I had in 2012! Some just really stick for some reason!

This was fun! Thank you for tagging me!!

Okay I tag uhhhhhhhhhhhhh @banshomarushinra , @acetomekurata , @jollyelfgirl , and anyone who would like to participate

No ones obligated to of course ! ^^

[justkimberley]

Mount Rushmore Plays a Major Foul

I posted a link to this about a week ago, but I thought that I should post the story too (aka, you might have already read this so sorry for repetitiveness).

Word Count: 5302

Summary: Cyrus, Buffy, Jonah, and Andi decide to go to Costume Day as Mount Rushmore, but TJ asks Cyrus to be part of a matching costume with him. Will Cyrus be able to match with TJ? What if he gives TJ the answer too late? We'll see what happens.

This is more or less my prediction for what will happen in 3x13 but it's just a theory and its probably not accurate and also too fluffy for the actual show so,,,

Ao3 Link: x

          Jonah, Andi, Buffy and Cyrus were eating at The Spoon when Andi got a notification from the school website. She was the only one in the group that had actually wanted to know what was going on at the school. . . all the time. “Guys! Metcalf just announced Costume Day!”

           This peaked their interest. Costume Day was one of the most anticipated days of the year. “When is it?” Buffy asked.

           Andi’s faced dropped as she read through the announcement “It’s on Friday,”

           “But. . . it’s Wednesday today! That gives us less than two days, that’s too soon!” Buffy exclaimed. Less than two days was not enough time. The Student Activity Council always had prizes for the best costumes, but there was no way they had enough time to come up with something prize worthy. There were kids who started planning and making their costumes for Costume Day the first day of school.

           “Yeah, that’s not enough time to come up with an original idea and find all the parts to make it happen!” Cyrus said.

           “I mean we don’t have to participate, those kids that prepare for it from the beginning of the year should get some recognition,” Jonah said as he shrugged and returned to the baby taters that he had been sharing with Cyrus.

           “Guys, hello!” Andi said, “We know what we’re going to be!”

           “We do?” asked Cyrus. Had they already talked about this? He didn’t remember them ever talking about Costume Day, but he had been spacing out a lot recently.

           “Mount Rushmore!” Now Cyrus knew that they hadn’t talked about this before. Not only is he pretty sure that he hasn’t heard Andi say Mount Rushmore since they were in fourth grade, but he was also certain that he would remember any debate they had about who looked the most like each president. Not to mention, the looks on Jonah and Buffy’s faces were just as confused as Cyrus felt. Andi was, however, very excited about this idea and none of them had a better idea, so they agreed to participate in the costume as Mount Rushmore.

           “I’ll do all the planning and get it ready, you guys will just have to come by my house on Friday morning to get your makeup done by Bex.” Andi was practically vibrating as she said this, Cyrus could almost see the gears turning in her head as she planned the costume. Cyrus, Buffy, and Jonah all thought that sounded good, so they nodded in agreement. It seemed like the costume was going to work, and this would be the easiest way to do it. They all parted ways as they left The Spoon to head home after their post-school hang out.

           Cyrus decided to walk home through the park because a) it was shorter, and b) walking in the park was way nicer than walking on the street. The park was so green, it smelled nice, and he liked seeing all the little kids having fun. As Cyrus was reflecting on how much he loved the park he heard footsteps coming up behind him. “Hey, Underdog! What’s up?” TJ said as he came up beside Cyrus.

           “Eh, not much, just walking home from my popular kids club meeting,” Cyrus joked, smiling as he turned to look at TJ.

           “I thought you said that those were on Fridays?” TJ asked laughing with Cyrus.

           “Oops,” Cyrus giggled, turning back to look where he was walking.

           “So, what have you got going on for Costume Day?” TJ asked.

           “Costume Day? You don’t strike me as a Costume Day guy,” Cyrus replied turning to look at TJ again. It’s not like TJ would think that dressing up isn’t cool, but more that Cyrus thought TJ might think that dressing up would be too much effort for no reason.

           “There’s a lot about me that you don’t know yet Underdog,” TJ said mysteriously, looking away from Cyrus and into the distance ahead of him, “I’ve got layers,” TJ finished turning back to face Cyrus and smiling.

           “Like an ogre?” Cyrus jokingly replied bumping his shoulder against TJ’s.

           “Let’s say that I’m more like a parfait, or a cake. Everybody loves cake,” TJ smiled at Cyrus, knocking their shoulders together again after finishing his quote, “So, do you have any plans for costume day?”

           “Well, Andi wants us to go as Mount Rushmore, but I don’t really like that idea. I also, however, don’t have any better ideas,” Cyrus said dejectedly, he didn’t want to be rude, but he didn’t really want to dress up as a dead old man whose face was on a mountain, “What are you going to do for Costume Day?”

           “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to do a matching costume with me? I have this idea but, it requires two people,”

           “What’s your idea?”

           “Salt and Pepper shakers!” TJ exclaimed, clearly very excited about this plan, “Think about it Underdog! One person wears all white with a black S on their shirt, and then the other person wears all black with a white P on their shirt! It would be super fast to pull together because we’ve only got one more day after today to get everything ready and it wouldn’t require any itchy face-paint,” TJ had been gesturing with his hands while explaining his idea, and Cyrus could see TJ’s smile getting wider and wider as he kept talking.

           “You know what? I really like that idea! I’m in!”

           “Are you sure that Andi will be okay with you bailing on Mount Rushmore?” TJ asked hesitantly, “I really don’t want to cause problems within the Good Hair Crew,” he finished, looking nervous but also hopeful.

           “I’m sure it’ll be fine, I like this idea better anyway!” Cyrus was smiling wide and looking at TJ. The tips of TJ’s ears turned pink, but Cyrus was sure it was out of excitement for their costume. Cyrus and TJ had reached the end of the park and were getting closer to Cyrus’ house.

           “Awesome! Would you rather be salt or pepper? I don’t really have any white clothes, but I could go buy some or borrow from my dad.” TJ said immediately jumping into planning mode.

           “I. . . actually happen to own an entirely white outfit,” Cyrus said after thinking about it, “And, surprisingly, I haven’t stained it yet!” TJ and Cyrus chuckled at that and stopped walking. They had reached Cyrus’ house. “Well, sadly, this is where we must part!” Cyrus said in what he would call his “Shakespearean Voice”. He and TJ had English together this semester, and their class was currently reading Romeo and Juliet.

           “And what a bittersweet farewell it must be!” TJ replied laughing, “Are you sure you want to do the costume with me?” TJ asked quietly, looking down at the ground. Cyrus had never seen TJ act so shy before, it was different to say the least.

           “Yes TJ, I’m sure. It’s going to be so great!”

           “This is going to be so good, I’m so excited!” TJ smiled and continued walking backwards down the sidewalk towards his house, “See you tomorrow underdog!” TJ smiled and turned from Cyrus. Cyrus smiled as he watched TJ walk away.

           As Cyrus came down from the high of the awesome costume idea, he realized that he had to tell Andi. His stomach dropped and he felt like he had swallowed a rock. What should he say? He couldn’t just say “Andi, I didn’t like your costume idea and TJ had a better one so I’m going with him” and Cyrus couldn’t really bail on the costume because Mount Rushmore had four presidents on it, not three. If he wasn’t a part of it, who would be Lincoln? Oh no, Cyrus really hadn’t thought this through. Why had he been so quick to dismiss his original plans in the first place? He and TJ were best friends, but Cyrus had known Buffy, Jonah, and Andi for way longer and they were his best friends too. Cyrus decided that the best thing to do would be to ask Buffy at school tomorrow what she thought.

           “Do you think Andi will still be my friend if I bail on Mount Rushmore?” Cyrus rushed out the words as he and Buffy walked towards the school.

           “Quick answer? No,” Buffy said, “Why do you want to bail on Mount Rushmore?”

           “Because TJ wants to do a matching costume and I like that costume idea better than Mount Rushmore,”

           “Are you sure it isn’t because you like TJ better,” Buffy said raising her eyebrows knowingly.

           “What are you implying? You guys are all my best friends, I like you all equally,” Cyrus was confused, had he done something to make Buffy doubt how much he cared about their friendship?

           “I didn’t mean that you like him more than us I meant that maybe you like him in a different way than us?” Buffy was still making that weird knowing face and Cyrus stared at her for a few seconds before he understood what she was saying.

           Cyrus lightly hit Buffy’s shoulder and blushed, “Buffy, just because I’m good friends with a guy doesn’t mean I like him,”

           “I know that Cyrus, but have you noticed how nice TJ is to you? And how you guys always seem to get stuck in your own conversation, even when we’re in a group?”

           “As I said, we are best friends Buffy! But what should I tell Andi?” Cyrus asked, getting back to the pressing matter at hand.

           “Just tell her that you want to do the costume with TJ, she should understand. After all, we are best friends,” she said, mockingly throwing the term back at Cyrus.

           “Okay, right, I can do that,” Cyrus said and took a deep breath, walking towards Andi’s locker as Buffy went off to go talk to Marty.

           “Hey, Andi can I ask you something?”

           “Yeah Cyrus, what is it?” Andi replied distractedly as she searched for the books that she needed.

           “Um, well, isitokayifIbailonMountRushmore?”

           “What?” She stopped looking in her locker and turned to face Cyrus, a look of confusion spreading on her face.

           “Is it, uh, is it okay if I bail on Mount Rushmore?”            “What? Cyrus, why? I thought you liked the idea? You don’t even have to put anything in to planning it!”

           “I did like it, I just. . . like a different idea better?”

           “You want us to do a different group costume? Cyrus there is no time to figure that out! I already got all the Mount Rushmore stuff together!” Andi looked a bit panicked as she said this, and Cyrus had to admit, she had every reason to be, she put a lot of work into this.

           “No! I don’t want us to be a different group costume, I want me to be in a different group’s costume,”

           “What?” Andi looked confused again, and Cyrus had to admit that he definitely did not explain that well.

           “TJ asked me to do a matching costume with him after you came up with the Mount Rushmore costume,” Cyrus explained, “And I want to match with TJ instead,”

           “So, you’re going to ditch us to be with TJ?” Andi did not look impressed.

           “I mean technically that is what I want to do, but why did you word it like that? I don’t want to ditch you, I just want to be with you guys in a different costume than what was originally planned! If you really don’t want me to though, I won’t match with TJ,” Cyrus said, staring at his shoes, hoping that Andi would get it.            “I don’t want you to! I put so much work into the costume already, we can’t be Mount Rushmore without Lincoln!” Andi said, and yeah, Cyrus could see where she was coming from, but he had really hoped he could match with TJ.

           “Okay, I won’t do it with TJ. I get it, you put a lot of work into the costume,”

           “Good. See you later?” Andi asked looking satisfied.

           “Yeah, see you later,” Cyrus said, trying to sound happy but, in reality, he was actually quite disappointed that he wasn’t going to match with TJ.

           “Hey, TJ, can I talk to you?” Cyrus asked nervously, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt and looking at the ground.

           “Yeah, what’s up Underdog? You seem nervous,” TJ said as they walked down the hall towards their classrooms. After lunch they both had class in the same end of the school, so they usually walked there together.

           “Ican’tdothecostumewithyou,”

           “What?” TJ turned to face Cyrus, looking confused.

           “I, um, I can’t do the costume with you anymore,” Cyrus said turning to look at TJ just in time to watch as TJ’s face fell.

           “Why?” TJ asked, he looked so sad, Cyrus wanted nothing more than to give him a hug and beg for forgiveness until the end of time.

           “I’m really sorry TJ! I really do want to be the salt to your pepper, but Andi’s not letting me bail on Mount Rushmore,” Cyrus said looking TJ in the eyes, and hoping that TJ could see how sorry Cyrus felt.

           “Okay, I get it, she did probably put a lot of work into it. That’s fine I guess, I’ll be fine,” TJ looked at the ground, a frown setting in on his face and took a deep breath, “I’ll see you tomorrow then Mr. Lincoln,” TJ half-heartedly joked, flashing Cyrus a partial smile.

           “I’ll see you tomorrow TJ, I really am sorry,” Cyrus said as they parted ways.

           Cyrus was laying on his bed dejectedly thinking about tomorrow when he came up with the ultimate solution. Cyrus called Buffy. “Hey Buffy, is Marty dressing up as anything for costume day?”

           “Hi Cyrus, I’m great, thanks for asking,”

           “Sorry Buffy but this is urgent, is he?”

           “No, he said there wasn’t enough time to plan a costume that would be ‘epic enough to portray his awesomeness’,” Buffy scoffed into the phone.

           “Do you think he might want to be Abraham Lincoln, in statue form?”

           “Maybe? Why?” Buffy sounded like she knew Cyrus was up to something.

           “Because, if Marty goes with you guys then I can go with TJ!” Cyrus exclaimed.

           “You know what Cyrus? That actually might work! I’ll ask Marty and let you know what he says. If he’s in then you have to tell Andi,”

           “Thank you so much Buffy, you are the best!”

           “I know! Talk to you later Cy,”

           “Bye Buff!”            Cyrus started putting together his salt costume after they hung up while he waited to hear back from Buffy. He went to his closet and found his white jeans (that he had never felt confident enough to pull off but wanted anyways) and a white long sleeve shirt he had that for some reason had a giant S on it. It was a weird thing to own, and he knew that, but that’s kind of why he bought it. ‘S’ had literally nothing to do with his life, but he’s got a shirt with a giant S anyway. Buffy and Andi didn’t understand why he thought it was so funny but his mom did so who cares? As long as it made someone laugh right? Then Cyrus pulled out a pair of white shoes that he had from the back of his closet. He was originally going to ask Walker to paint them for him when Walker and Buffy were getting along so well. Unfortunately, that kind of stopped being a thing before Cyrus had asked him, so Cyrus had shoved the shoes to the back of his closet. Cyrus looked at his costume. He was pretty impressed that he actually had all of these pieces on hand. Just as Cyrus finished admiring his outfit, his phone went off.

           Buffy: Marty’s in, now talk to Andi

           Cyrus: Thank you Buffy <3

           Cyrus took a deep breath and called Andi. The phone rang three times before Andi picked up. “Hey Cyrus! What’s up, I’m kind of busy getting this costume ready,” Andi said distractedly.

           “Okay, don’t be mad, but I had an idea,”

           “Cyrus,” Andi says in a warning tone, “Don’t be mad is not a good way to start a conversation,”            “I know, I’m sorry, but, what if Marty took my place in Mount Rushmore! He said that he would do it, you guys would have a Lincoln, and I could be with TJ!”

           “I mean, I guess that could work,” Andi said, reluctantly.

           “Please Andi! I feel bad because I don’t think TJ has anyone else to go with and you guys don’t really need me specifically,”

           “Okay Cyrus, if you really want to go with TJ, I guess that’s fine. Marty looks more like Lincoln than you anyway,” Andi added in jokingly.

           “Okay, we both know that that’s not true, but I’ll let it slide because I’m bailing on the costume. You are the best! I’ll see you tomorrow okay!”

           “Okay Cyrus, see you tomorrow,”            Cyrus was so glad that was worked out, now he could match with TJ! Cyrus quickly texted TJ.

           Cyrus: Hey TJ! I worked it out with Andi, and we can go through with our salt and pepper costumes!

           Cyrus sent the text and went to work on his homework. He had a surprisingly productive night. He finished all of this week’s homework and even got started on a project that was due two weeks from now. As he got ready to go to sleep, he was feeling really good about his day and relishing in his amazing problem solving. He wished he had come up with it sooner, but oh well, c’est la vie. Cyrus was about to go to sleep when he realized that he hadn’t heard back from TJ. Cyrus looked in his chat with TJ to make sure he had actually sent the text. He had, it was staring right at him from its bubble, the little delivered written underneath confirming that it had sent, but there was no response back from TJ. Cyrus felt his gut twist with worry. Was TJ ignoring him? Was he mad that Cyrus had bailed on him only to come back last minute? With these as his last waking thoughts, Cyrus fell into a fitful sleep.

           The next morning was Costume Day and Cyrus decided that he would wear his salt costume even though TJ still hadn’t texted him back. It was too late to rejoin the Mount Rushmore costume, and maybe TJ would still dress up as pepper. Even if TJ didn’t dress up like pepper, Cyrus was still dressed as salt, so he did have a costume, even if it was a lonely one.

           Cyrus’ mom dropped him off at school, and he was walking to the door in his salt costume when he saw Marty, Buffy, Andi, and Jonah all walking side by side in their Mount Rushmore costume. He had to admit, it turned out pretty cool. “Hey guys! Looks great!”

           “Hey Cyrus! Nice. . . salt costume? Marty said, “Thanks for letting me take your place, I’ve always wanted to look like President Lincoln!”

           “Oh, well, it was my pleasure,” Cyrus laughed, searching the crowd of kids behind them for TJ.

           “So, is this like a duo costume or did you just really want to be salt Cy-guy?” asked Jonah.

           “Well, technically it’s supposed to be a duo costume, salt and pepper, but I’m not sure if my pepper will show up,” Cyrus sighed, still searching the crowd of students for TJ.

           “Who’s supposed to be the pepper?” Marty asked.

           “And why might they not show up?” Jonah added, looking a little concerned.

           “TJ was supposed to be pepper. I told him that I would do the salt and pepper costume with him after had I agreed to be Mount Rushmore with you guys. Then you guys needed me for the costume to make sense so I told him that I couldn’t. Then I thought that Marty could take my place, and he did, so I told TJ I could do the costume again. But. . . he never texted me back,” Cyrus finished stopping his search for TJ in the crowd in favour of looking at his very white sneakers.

           “Oh. That’s too bad Cyrus! Maybe he. . . fell asleep and didn’t plug his phone in?” Buffy said hopefully, “I don’t think that TJ would ignore you on purpose,”

           “I doubt he forgot to plug his phone in but thanks for trying. I’m pretty sure he’s ignoring me, he’d be here talking with us by now if he wasn’t,” Cyrus was trying to stay positive, but it was pretty hard. One of his best friends was ignoring him.            The group gave Cyrus a hug, careful to not get any mountain paint on Cyrus’ all white outfit, before the bell rang and they parted for their classes. Cyrus was walking towards English class when he finally saw TJ. He was wearing a white shirt and walking the same direction Cyrus was down the hallway while talking with Kira. Seeing TJ in a white shirt, Cyrus knew that TJ didn’t dress as pepper. Cyrus felt his heart plummet. It was all his fault and now TJ wasn’t even participating in costume day. He had been so excited to participate too. Cyrus felt the guilt start to eat at him. Cyrus watched TJ talk to Kira as they continued walking towards English, probably about basketball. Cyrus had never really seen them interact before, but he knew that sometimes they would play one on one games against each other on the weekends. Cyrus felt his heart clench at the thought of TJ playing basketball with her. Then Cyrus shook his head, he should be happy that TJ is getting more friends, not jealous. TJ and Cyrus were best friends, nothing could change that.

           Cyrus walked into English class a minute after TJ and Kira had and Cyrus finally saw them from the front. They were both wearing white shirts that said dribble.

           “Get it, like double dribble?” Kira asked one of her friends while pointing at her and TJ’s shirts. Cyrus felt tears start to gather in his eyes, and just as he was about to look away, TJ turned and made eye contact with him. Cyrus saw a look of confusion and then guilt cross over TJ’s face before Cyrus closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked to his seat. Cyrus was intent on not looking at TJ or Kira again for the rest of the day.

           Cyrus made it through English class by dabbing at his eyes every few seconds and staring intently at the board. He was not in the mood for Romeo and Juliet today, no matter how much of a classic it apparently was. He felt like he could feel TJ staring at him, but he knew that was probably a figment of his imagination. Why would TJ be staring at him? When the bell rang, Cyrus had already packed up early so he bolted out the door to his locker. He thought that he might have heard TJ say his name as he sped out but he wasn’t sure, and he still felt like crying, so he pushed through the crowd of students to disappear.

           Cyrus spent the rest of the morning hiding from TJ and taking different routes to classes so that he wouldn’t have to see him. Cyrus felt kind of guilty doing it because he was the one that had cancelled on the costume first, but he just couldn’t deal with seeing TJ and Kira together with their matching costumes.

           Cyrus was sitting in his final class before lunch when he decided to sort through what exactly he was feeling. Mostly he wanted to know why he was so upset by TJ matching with Kira. Logically, it made sense for TJ to find a new partner when Cyrus said he couldn’t do it. Logically, Cyrus should be happy that TJ has more friends. Logically, Cyrus shouldn’t be upset with TJ. But then again, feelings weren’t always logical, so why was he so upset?

           As he posed this question to himself Cyrus realized that Buffy had been right all along. Cyrus was upset because he liked TJ. Cyrus liked TJ in a different way than he liked his other friends. Cyrus was jealous that Kira got to be partners with TJ when he didn’t. Cyrus wanted to be the person that TJ partnered up with. This realization hit Cyrus like a bus, and suddenly a whole lot of things made a lot more sense. Every weird time he had gotten butterflies in his stomach, all the times when he would lose his train of thought because TJ bumped him, the way that he always felt better when TJ was around, everything made sense! But. . . Cyrus couldn’t deal with liking another straight boy! Having a crush on Jonah had been hard enough, and now he has to deal with having one on TJ! TJ was one of his best friends, how did he deal with that? Cyrus spiralled in these thoughts for the rest of the period and didn’t noticed the bell ring. He only realized it was lunch time when somebody bumped him on their way out of class.

           Cyrus sat down at the lunch table and sighed. All his friends were there except for TJ. He must be having lunch with Kira Cyrus thought making a face as jealousy pooled in his stomach.

           “Cyrus, what’s wrong?” Buffy asked, unsure whether asking was the right move or not. She had probably never seen Cyrus make that face before.

           “TJ is wearing a matching costume with Kira,” Cyrus explained, looking down at his food.

           “Oh! Well, that’s okay right? It means TJ’s making more friends and it means that he wasn’t completely devastated when you had to cancel your plans. Has. . . he texted you back yet?” Buffy asked hesitantly.

           “I haven’t looked at my phone. I don’t want to hear from him. And yes, I guess it’s okay that he’s matching with Kira, but I was hoping that we would match.” Cyrus says. He knows he sounds childish, but he can’t help it. He’s upset and this is the way he wanted to cope.

           “Cy-guy, why does it matter?” Jonah asked softly, “Your salt costume looks dope anyway without the pepper,” he added, trying to cheer Cyrus up.

           “It matters because I realized that Buffy was right,” Cyrus said, glaring at his sandwich.            The whole table looked at him in confusion at that statement. “I mean, not that I’m surprised, because I’m always right, but what was I right about in this case?” Buffy asked.

           Cyrus had already told all of the people at this table that he was gay, so really, he had nothing to lose, “You were right about me liking TJ,” he mumbled quietly so that those passing by wouldn’t hear.

           “I knew it!”

           “Yeah congratulations, I realized just in time to watch another one of my crushes get a girlfriend, woohoo,” Cyrus said sarcastically, staring down at the table. Everyone at the table had gotten eerily quiet. “Isn’t this when you guys are supposed to say something comforting?” Cyrus asked looking up to see his friends faces all making the same shocked expression, looking at something behind him.

           “Cyrus, turn around,” Buffy said, trying to contain her excitement. Cyrus was confused as to why she had picked that tone, but he turned anyway to see what all of his friends were looking at, he wanted to know what had caused the intense look of shock and excitement on all of their faces. Cyrus scanned the cafeteria, half expecting there to be a box full of puppies on the ground or something when he saw TJ.

           TJ was walking towards their table wearing an all black outfit with a white P on the chest, his face the picture of absolute determination. Cyrus stood up while TJ walked toward them, unsure whether he wanted to talk to TJ or run, but the second the Cyrus stood up TJ picked up his pace and locked eyes with Cyrus. Cyrus couldn’t move. When TJ reached the table, he put his hand on Cyrus’ shoulder, looked him in the eyes with a pleading expression and said, “Can we talk Underdog, please?” Cyrus could do nothing but nod in awe and follow TJ as he walked out of the Cafeteria.

           “I thought that you were matching with Kira today?” Cyrus asked as they sat down on a bench in the hallway, having regained control of his body.

           “I thought you were matching with the mountain men,” TJ replied jokingly. “Why were you ignoring me this morning,” He asked softly looking at the floor.

           “You ignored me first!” Cyrus exclaimed, he knew he was being immature, but he didn’t really care at the moment, “I texted you last night and told you that I could match with you, but you never replied,”

           “I know, I didn’t see your text because I left my phone in my locker after school yesterday, and then I got to school late because I slept in, because I didn’t have an alarm, and my phone was dead, so I charged it during first period in my homeroom. I wasn’t ignoring you, I didn’t see your text until homeroom, and when I texted telling you what happened you were already ignoring me,” TJ explained.

           Cyrus took a deep breath and stared hard at the floor, “I was ignoring you because seeing you matching with Kira made me upset,” Cyrus said reluctantly.

           TJ’s head snapped up to face Cyrus and blushed, “Why?”

           “Because I wanted to be matching with you,” Cyrus said, “And I know it sounds childish, but I liked that we were going to be matching and I didn’t want to have to. . . share my costume partner,” Cyrus’ face felt incredibly warm by the time he finished saying this, but TJ deserved the truth.

           “I always wanted to be matching with you Underdog, that’s why I asked you in the first place. And then you told me you couldn’t, and Kira asked if I would join her, so I did. I wanted to match you though. And then I saw you in English class today and you looked so, I mean, your costume looked so perfect, I texted my mom in homeroom to see if she could bring me my pepper costume. But then you were ignoring me,” TJ finished sadly.

           “I’m sorry I was ignoring you TJ, I just, really wanted to be the one who matched you,” Cyrus said looking TJ in the eyes, knowing that his face was probably fully red at this point.

           “Well I really wanted to be the one who matched you too,” TJ said semi-jokingly, “Otherwise I wouldn’t have asked my mom to bring this,” he finished, gesturing to his outfit.

           “Yeah?” Cyrus asked hopefully.

           “Yeah,” TJ confirmed, nodding.

           Cyrus wrapped his arms around TJ and pulled him in for a hug. TJ took a second to respond, but then hugged back with equal enthusiasm. “I’m really glad that we’re matching TJ,” said Cyrus.

           “Me too, and to think, all of this could have been avoided if there was no Mount Rushmore or double dribbling,”

           The two boys broke away from their hug, looked at each other, and laughed until they had tears in their eyes. “So, you ready to face the rest of the day together saltmaster?” TJ asked.

           “I wouldn’t have it any other way peppermill,” Cyrus replied smiling as TJ blushed at the nickname while they walked to the cafeteria to give lunch another shot, together this time.

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[deceitxingenue-archive]

✱ IN REGARDS RELATIONSHIPS !

REPOST &  TAG. TAGGED BY.   @illdivine Thank you! TAGGING.   @voiicxless @shadyinfo @rubyscout @saviourofnosgoth and you uwu

name.   Clarisse Not her birth name but no one’s spoken her birth name in near on... well her most of her life so it doesn’t matter nicknames.   Clari, Rissy, Sissy, pygmy puff (- by my other muses) tater tot / tater thot (Blame @armazeilor), Soup fucker ( @saviourofnosgoth​ you know what you did), Princess, (The vampire coven + @voiicxless​) plus variations of digs at her height (Pls stop calling her a child it makes her >:( and really sad) gender.   Female.

romantic orientation.  Grey / demi-romantic. Doesn’t want to fall in love and will actively try to prevent herself from catching and / or acting on feelings.  sexual orientation.   Pansexual disaster with no??? actual type??? She’s attracted to.... a whole bunch of different types of people have fun trying to piece together a pattern

preferred pet names.   Any, tbh. She likes pet names! Though ones relating to her height will make her >:( she dislikes being called a princess and if the word dove is mentioned she will s c r e e c h do not test her - 

relationship status. Who knows???

opinion on true love.  Hahaha OOH BOI- If asked she’ll give the questioner a blank look and tell them love is just a chemical reaction produced by the human brain to encourage them to fuck and procreate. Though that doesn’t explain why she, a creature who cannot procreate (Well, she can by sharing her blood but you know what I mean) can still feel it but she doesn’t want to talk about it, she does not like this line of questioning. 

opinion on love at first sight.  Attraction at first sight, yes, people are hot, but love... Eh, we all know her thoughts on this by now, yes?

how ‘romantic’ are they ?  Huh. Wouldn’t you guess it, she’s more experienced with hookups and friends with benefits type relationships than actual romantic ones and she... can actually get kinda flustered by actual romance. In theory, she knows what to do, in practice... Internal screaming all the way. 

ideal physical traits. She likes people taller than her!!!! Not that that’s a difficult thing to find lbr Bonus points if they can pick her up a lot!!!

ideal personality traits.   Someone who can listen to her ramble on for hours and hours is always appreciated, though she likes it when they have their own interesting facts and stories to share. If she thinks you’re boring... It’s a no go. 

unattractive physical traits.  People shorter than her, as well as black hair / red eye combinations (That one isn’t always a definite but she’s a bit :\ about people with that colour scheme)

unattractive personality traits.  Bossy, controlling people. She does not want someone who tries to “tame” her or get her to settle. 

ideal date. They!!! Should explore!!!! Finding somewhere new - bonus points if it’s ancient ruins - poking around and generally being nosy but also curling up with a book and some chocolate and just cuddling. Great! Watching a horror movie together! Great!!! She’s really not very fussy.

do they have a type ?   Not... really. :\

average relationship length.  A single night, usually. 

commitment level. Ha. It’s.... bad. She’s also a super-hypocrite -  in an actual relationship she’s possessive and jealous but her? Actually commit? Good luck - (Someone teach her how to have good relationships I b e g)

opinion of public affection.  Even if you aren’t dating she’s probably clinging to you. She loves!!!! Affection!!! so much!!!! Please hug this smol creature of darkness. 

#Took the words right out my mouth {Tag games} #clarisse and romance...be a big yikes

[thinkingaboutyoungroyals]

The Perfect Moment (Chapter 2)

Summary: When Cyrus is assigned to create a modern re-telling of “Romeo and Juliet” for English class, he decides to produce a movie. His stars, however, may pose some trouble. Will he finish his movie on time?

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Chapter 1

The last bell rung, signaling the end of the day. Students filed out of their classrooms and to their lockers, grabbing their things, and heading out for the day. Soon, only a few remained for their after-school activities and clubs.

The building was practically empty when Cyrus made his way to the school gym, arms full with two camera bags.

“Thank you again for helping me out,” he said to the boy walking beside him.

T.J. flashed him a smile, not even breaking a sweat as he carried the two heavy tripod bags on each of his shoulders.

“No problem, Underdog. I’m happy to help.”

“So, Buffy said she’s already gathered her team at the gym,” Cyrus continued.

“My boys are there, too. They’re helping set up the way your instructions said.”

Cyrus beamed. “You’re a lifesaver!”

T.J. shrugged. “I try.”

They walked in comfortable silence for a moment.

Cyrus had brought his own cameras from home and the Film Club had kindly allowed him to borrow some spare tripods. But they were too heavy so he had initially enlisted help from Buffy. To his surprise, it was T.J. who showed up outside the Film Club’s room. Apparently, Buffy was busy directing everyone to set up in the gym, where they were filming the first scene, so he figured he would go and help Cyrus with the equipment.

“So… how did you come up with this thing?” T.J. suddenly asked. “Two basketball rivals turned lovers? Doesn’t sound like something you would write.”

Cyrus chuckled and shrugged. “Believe me, it wasn’t easy. I had a lot of ideas but most were sadly not realistic in terms of getting it done on time. So, I just thought about other modern interpretations. Like ‘West Side Story’ and the 1996 movie with Leonardo DiCaprio. Gosh, he’s so handsome,” he couldn’t help but add.  

Beside him, T.J. chuckled. “I guess if you’re into the blonde pretty boy types. Hey, that sounds like me!”

He wiggled his eyebrows at him, making Cyrus nudge him playfully with an elbow.

“You’re so weird!” he exclaimed, trying to control his ensuing blush.

“Just stating facts, Underdog.”

They had known each other for almost a year now and Cyrus had gotten used to T.J.’s teasing that was sometimes borderline flirting. Cyrus only had one other male friend and that was Jonah. Sure, he and Jonah often affectionately teased each other, but T.J. took his to a whole different level. Cyrus wasn't sure if that was how actual male friends acted around each other, but he didn't mind. He liked T.J. (In more ways than just platonic, but he chose to not dwell too much on his feelings this time, lest he got hurt again. That was just the reality for him.)

Cyrus shook his head. “Anyway, moving on. I came up with the idea when I saw the boys’ basketball team banner next to the girls’. You and Buffy seriously need to tone down on the competition. It shows, you know.”

T.J. grinned. “My poster was that cool, huh? I had to up my game because Driscoll made hers so huge last time that you couldn’t even see ours!”

“And this is why you and Buffy are perfect for the roles!”

At that, T.J. cutely wrinkled his nose. “Except for the love part.” He shuddered, exaggeratedly.

Cyrus shook his head again, amused.

They continued on their way to the gym, filling the silence with small talk about their day. When they arrived, they were greeted with the hustle and bustle of preparations for the shoot.

Andi was on the bleachers, helping a few of Buffy’s teammates with their makeup. Buffy was with Jonah, practicing her lines. Some of T.J.’s teammates were idling around, either reading the script or practicing their acting. All of them were already dressed in their team uniforms, like Cyrus requested.

He was impressed with the professionalism. Either they really loved the idea of being in a movie or getting ten bucks was quite enticing. No matter the reason, he had a lot of work to do!

First, with T.J.’s help, he set up the cameras. One was for a wide shot and the second for close-ups. Ideally, they would use multiple cameras from various angles but he had to work with what he could with the limited time and equipment. Jonah had worked the camera for him before, so he wasn’t too worried, but just in case, he would put him in charge of wide shots and Cyrus himself would take care of close-ups.

Then, he sent T.J. off to change into his uniform before approaching Buffy to quickly go over the script with her again. Then, he grabbed Jonah, explaining what he needed him to do (mostly just stand there by the camera and make sure it was recording). Then, he spoke to the two students who volunteered to play the teams’ Captains and go over their scenes (it was their chance to “boss” their actual Captains around for a few scenes, so they were quite appealing roles).

When T.J. came back, all dressed and ready, Cyrus called to gather everyone.

“First, I just want to say thank you to all of you who came out to help me today,” he began, offering them all smiles. “I’m sure the ten bucks I offered had something to do with your participation, but I appreciate it nonetheless.”

He successfully made them laugh for a beat or two.

Satisfied, he continued, “Second, I’ve given everyone a copy of the script but things may still change in the next couple of days so I’ll keep everyone updated on the Facebook group but I’m hoping I wouldn’t have to change anything major. I’ve scheduled most of everyone’s scenes, except for a couple of T.J. and Buffy’s, to be after school, but if you can’t make it, please let me know in advance, my number is on the script. And last, if I get an A on this project, I’ll treat everyone to baby taters and milkshakes at The Spoon!”

At that, everyone let out a cheer. It was a last-minute addition, but Cyrus figured it was best to get them all motivated to help him make this his best project ever!

After the talk, he gave them five minutes to go over the script again and prepare for the scene.

They all scattered. T.J. led his team to one side of the gym, probably for a pep talk, and Buffy did the same for hers.

Meanwhile, Cyrus stood by the cameras, giving himself a moment to take several deep breaths. He was excited and nervous at the same time and his anxiety was slowly creeping in.

“I can do this,” he whispered to himself, trying to calm his anxious heart. “I got this.”

“Hey.”

He turned to see Andi walking up to him, smile on her face.

“I finished with the girls’ makeup and I made sure all the basketballs have air,” she said to him.

“Thank you,” he replied, gratefully.

She scrunched her brows. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. First day filming jitters and all.” He swallowed. “I haven’t made anything in a long time and… I guess I’m a little nervous.”

His pixie-haired friend stepped forward and offered him a hug. “Everything will be okay,” she calmly reassured him. “Besides, it’s Buffy and T.J. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Don’t say that! You’ll jinx it!”

Nothing good ever comes out of “What’s the worst that can happen?”!

“Oh. Sorry.” She looked genuinely apologetic but patted his shoulder, nonetheless. “Don’t worry too much, okay? Just do what you gotta do. You got this.”

The talk helped as Cyrus felt his heart calm down a bit. After one last comforting hug, Andi left him to check on Buffy.

Five minutes passed in a blur and soon, he was calling for quiet on the set.

In this first scene, the boys’ and girls’ basketball teams booked the gym for practice at the same time. The Captains have a brief altercation, fighting for use of the place until Quinn (played by the lovely Buffy) suggests sharing the gym. This pique the interest of Logan (played by the handsome T.J.), who agrees. The two teams decide to split the gym in half, boys on one side and girls on the other.

Shooting this scene went remarkably well. The two students playing the Captains only messed up their lines twice, but Cyrus allowed the slight deviation from the script. And he needed shots of them just playing so not much acting was involved there. (And if Cyrus took a couple of extra close-up shots of T.J. shooting basket after basket, well, that was just for B-roll purposes.)

After that, it was time to film the scene where Logan and Quinn officially talk for the first time and fall in love at first sight but are cruelly torn apart by their respective Captains.

Cyrus carefully watched his camera, zooming in on the basketball that bounced by Buffy’s feet. He took a quick glance at Jonah’s camera, making sure his friend was zooming in on the shot of Buffy picking up the basketball and walking towards the center of the gym where T.J. waited by the line that split the court.

“Here,” she said, handing T.J. the ball.

T.J. took it. “Thanks.”

“Cut!” Cyrus called out.

The two athletes turned to him.

“T.J., you were supposed to put your hand over hers when she gives you the ball!”

“Oh. Right. Sorry."

Cyrus offered him a smile. “It’s okay! Let’s do it one more time from the walk!”

They re-did the scene.

Buffy walked up to T.J. with the ball and handed it over. T.J. placed his hands over hers…and Buffy flinched and dropped the ball.

“Cut! Buffy, what was that?”

“His hands are cold!” she complained.

“Well, excuse me for being a human being!” T.J. retorted.

Oh, god, Cyrus was starting to get a headache. “Guys, please! One more time!”

They shot the scene a third time.

T.J. ended up laughing out loud when Buffy made a face at their hands touching.

Sighing, Cyrus yelled “Cut! Everyone, take five!”

He paused his camera before walking up to his two lead actors.

“Guys, you’re supposed to fall in love at first sight in this scene,” he explained, as calmly as he could.

“Sorry, but I can’t act like I’m in love with his face when I don’t like his face,” Buffy said.

“Ditto,” T.J. agreed.

Cyrus sighed. “Here. Let me show you.” He gestured for Buffy to move so he could stand in her place and took the ball from T.J. “So, Buffy, you hand him the ball.” He demonstrated. “Now, T.J., put your hands over mine.”

T.J. obediently followed.

Wow, his hands really were cold. And he was shaking.

“Dude, just relax,” he said to the athlete, chuckling a little. He felt T.J. calm down. “Now, do it like your hands are interlocking with mine.”

T.J. adjusted his fingers.

“Good. Now, after you thank her, look into her eyes because you just fell in love.”

Getting into the role of Quinn (to demonstate to Buffy, of course!), Cyrus looked up to meet T.J.’s gaze.

The taller boy’s eyes softened as he smiled down at him.

All of a sudden, time stopped. The background noises seemed to fade away. And Cyrus’ heart did a little flip as the blood rushed to his face.

That was exactly the look he needed, the emotion he wanted to convey to his audience. It was a look that made hearts flutter and legs feel like jelly. A look that you couldn't tear your eyes away from.

Shaking his head to free himself from the spell, Cyrus nodded in approval. “Y-Yeah, like that.” He cleared his throat. “Do exactly that, okay?”

“Okay,” T.J. replied, softly.

Smiling, Cyrus gently removed his hands from T.J. and handed the ball back to Buffy.

“U-Um… Uh… T-Three minutes!” he called out as he turned on his heels to walk back to his camera.

“Keep it together, Cyrus,” he scolded himself.

His face felt hot. He needed water.

..........................

T.J. was aware of the goofy grin on his face. He made Cyrus all flustered. He was so cute.

“Earth to Kippen! You still alive in there?”

His eye twitched in annoyance as he turned his attention back to the girl he was meant to be sending heart eyes to.

“What?”

She flashed him a strange look before sighing and shaking his head.

“Nothing. Can we please do this scene right and get it over with? I really don't want to hold your hand for any more than five seconds.”

T.J. snorted. “And you think I want to? Have you even read the rest of the script? We’re supposed to hold hands a bunch of times!”

Buffy’s eyes widened. “Y-You mean… I-I-I have to…”

He lamented that fact too. “Afraid so, Driscoll.”

Looking like she wanted to throw up, Buffy turned on her heels and jogged towards where Cyrus was standing by the cameras, talking to Jonah as he pointed at things on the script.

T.J. watched, head cocked to the side at Buffy starting to argue something with Cyrus. She was probably protesting the number of hand-holding.

He wasn’t exactly thrilled about it either but he knew what he signed up for when Cyrus explained his script. Besides, he was doing it for him. He just wanted to help his friend…who may or may not be more than a friend to him.

But, no one knew that. No, T.J. preferred to keep this knowledge to himself, for now. But, he did hope that doing this project would help him and Cyrus get closer. They already had a moment when he held Cyrus’ hand over the basketball, their eyes meeting, and Cyrus blushing all cutely. So worth the few scenes he was going to be doing with Buffy.

And by the time this project ended, maybe… just maybe… T.J. would finally have the guts to ask Cyrus out.

“Okay, everyone! Back to your places! T.J. and Buffy, again, please!”

But, first, he had to get through this nauseating scene with Driscoll.

..........................

“That’s a wrap for today! Thank you, everyone! I’ll see you all tomorrow!”

Cyrus maintained his smile and wave as the students filed out of the gym, one-by-one. Soon, only him, Andi, Jonah, Buffy, and T.J. were left.

Sighing, he allowed his fatigue to catch up with him as he laid on the floor.

“Can I do this for 7 more days?” he asked himself out loud.

Andi and Buffy crouched down on either side of his head.

“Awww, Cy, you did great today,” Andi complimented.

“Yep, and we are very proud,” Buffy added.

Cyrus smiled and sat up. “I appreciate that.”

The girls patted him on the arm before getting up to go and pack their things.

“Hey, CyGuy.” Jonah came up to him. “I packed the cameras for you. Mind if I head out?”

He nodded. “Sure. Thanks again, JB.”

Jonah offered him a fist bump, which Cyrus returned, and the dimpled boy headed off, giving the girls and T.J. a quick wave.

Speaking of T.J., he crouched down on the floor facing Cyrus.

“That was kinda fun, Underdog,” he said, grinning. “Well, except for the part where Driscoll tried to murder me with a basketball.”

“I told you, Kippen, it was an accident!”

“That’s what all murderers say!”

“What kind of murderers have you been interacting with?!”

The back and forth was adorably hilarious. Cyrus burst out laughing.

“Why can’t either of you show this kind of chemistry when the cameras are rolling?” he asked in between giggles.

T.J. wrinkled his nose. “Eew.”

“Gross!” Buffy looked at Cyrus in horror. “Don’t even, Cy. Just… don’t.” She grabbed her bag. “I’m gonna go change. You coming to The Spoon with us after?”

He shook his head. “Nah, I’m good. You guys go ahead! Thanks, again!”

The two girls headed out, the gym doors closing behind them.

Cyrus turned to T.J. “I think she's still bummed that I didn't manage to get Marty."

"I'll bet. She looked like she wanted to tear my head off just for holding her hand." T.J. chuckled. "Anyway, you need help with anything else here? I don’t mind.”

Cyrus looked past towards the equipment. Those tripods did not look fun to carry all by himself.

“I do need to return those tripods to the Film Club’s room but you know how heavy they are."

T.J. grinned. “Give me 5 minutes to change and I’ll be right out.”

With that, he got up and jogged towards the gym doors to the locker rooms.

Meanwhile, Cyrus grabbed his copy of the script and began to flip through it.

Buffy had come up to him earlier, begging him to change some of the hand-holding scenes to… not hand holding. She really did NOT want to hold hands with T.J. He was glad he thought not to add a kiss scene or she would have an aneurysm. But, there was a hand-kiss scene. He should probably change that. He was leaving the hug, though, that was important.

Grabbing a pen from his pocket, he began making changes. Line-through some dialogue. Scratching out whole scenes and making notes to write new ones. Adding new dialogue.

His creative juices were flowing. Cyrus was on a roll.

“Someone’s busy.”

He looked up to see T.J., all dressed in regular clothes. The taller boy plopped down on the floor and crossed his legs.

“Buffy asked me to make a few changes.” Cyrus showed him the current page, filled from top to bottom with ink marks.

T.J. chuckled. “The hand-holding scenes?"

Cyrus sighed. “Yeah.”

T.J. suddenly looked guilty. “Sorry. I know we’re supposed to act like we like each other but… Well… It’s not like I hate Buffy, I don’t. But… you know… It’s kinda hard to act like you like someone in a romantic way… when you don’t.”

“That’s why it’s called acting, T.J.,” Cyrus teased but with no malice. “But, it’s okay. I know that romantic chemistry is kind of too much to ask when you and Buffy are often at odds with each other.” He hesitated before asking, “Do you… want to back out?”

“No!” T.J. replied, quickly.

“I mean, it’s only day one, I can try to find someone else-.”

“It’s fine, really!” T.J. kept insisting. “I’ll do better on the rest, I promise! I won’t mess this up for you! And I’ll make sure it will be the best project this school has ever seen!”

He looked so passionate and determined that Cyrus had to smile. He really was such a sweet guy.

“Thank you.” Cyrus looked back down at his script. “I don’t mind changing some of the scenes to make you and Buffy more comfortable. But…I would definitely appreciate it if you could work on looking at Buffy like you’re in love with her."

“I can do that. I’ll act really hard!” Even as he said it, he still flinched.

Cyrus chuckled. “Can I offer you an acting tip?”

T.J. shrugged. “Sure.”

Cyrus placed the script aside and looked at him, seriously. “Have you ever had a crush?”

His question made T.J. look like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide and cheeks red. “U-Um… what does that have to do with acting?”

“Just answer the question, T.J.”

The other boy appeared to hesitate before replying, “Yeah. I do.”

His voice was soft and affectionate. What a lucky girl.

Cyrus felt his chest twitch, but he chose to ignore it.

“Well, when you do your scenes with Buffy,” he continued. “Pretend that she’s your crush and you’re saying all these things to her and looking at her like she’s the most wonderful person in the world.”

Cyrus paused. T.J. was looking at him the same way he was earlier when he was demonstrating the scene with the basketball.

A soft gaze accompanied with sparkling eyes.

“J-Just like that,” Cyrus managed.

T.J. blinked. “Like what?”

Chuckling, Cyrus pointed at his face. “Like what you’re doing now. Are you imagining your crush?”

To his amusement, T.J. turned red in embarrassment and looked away. “Um… Uh… I’ll definitely do that next time,” he said.

Cyrus grinned. “It would definitely help.”

Deciding not to tease the jock anymore, he picked up his script and stood up.

“We should drop off the tripods and head home.”

T.J. followed suit. “You sure? We can stay if you want to keep writing. I don’t have anywhere to be.”

Cyrus walked up to the equipment and picked up the camera bags. “Thanks but I think I’ll just finish up at home. Besides, you already missed tutoring for me.”

T.J. grabbed the tripod bags and placed them on his shoulders. “It’s fine. My tutor says I’ve been doing pretty okay so far. I can afford to miss this week’s for you.”

Together, they headed out of the gym.

Looking up at him, Cyrus flashed a smile and fluttered his lashes. “My hero.”

That last bit must have caught him off-guard because the athlete with boundless confidence T.J. tripped on his own shoes.

Cyrus tried to hold back his laugh but couldn’t stop his grin. “You okay there, basketball guy?”

T.J. cleared his throat, trying to look calm and collected like he didn’t just almost face plant on the floor.

“I’m fine. All good.”

Shaking his head, Cyrus nudged his arm with an elbow. T.J. nudged back. Cyrus did it again. And T.J. retaliated.

Their trip to the Film Club’s room ended with a race, one that Cyrus actually won because, according to T.J., the tripods were heavy and weighed him down.

But, Cyrus still counted it as a win in his book.

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[detroitbecomevenom]

Becoming Us - 1

This will probably be a longer series, but it’s basically Venom and Detroit: Become Human in a crossover.

Masterlist

Summary: You can’t love an android, Eddie. You know the rules.

Warnings: Ummm....none? Mention of murder?

Eddie made his daily route from his quiet apartment, when his neighbor wasn’t practicing for his “band”, to Mrs. Chen’s convenience store for his usual helping of tater tots and chocolate. He wanted to feed Venom before he made any bigger problems with the symbiote again.

After the whole situation with Carlton Drake and almost destroying the world, Eddie had finally gotten his life together: A new job, mental stability and kicking ass with Venom on the side of it all. He still lived in his dingy apartment, but that was to keep him grounded, or that was just what he told himself. (The truth was that he wasn’t prepared to bring Venom into a nicer complex, fearing that he would definitely eat someone).

Tomorrow, however, was another life-changing opportunity for his journaling career. He had the chance to interview Elijah Kamski, the founder of Cyberlife and creator of all of the androids that infest the city of San Francisco. Despite his dislike of androids, Eddie was going to try to not have a repeat of the Life Foundation incident

He pushed the door to the store open, the little bell ringing to inform Mrs. Chen that a customer has arrived. Eddie walked in and turned his gaze to the familiar woman behind the counter, who wasn’t alone for the first time in a while. “Hey, Mrs. Chen, what’s that?” he dropped his arms on the counter and finally focused his vision on the bright blue triangle over the chest and stared into the e/c eyes of what he despised most in this city: An android.

“What do you think it is, stupid. I got an android so it can deal with you every day instead of me,” she rolled her eyes, but Eddie knew deep down that she loved him...somewhere. The android faced him and smiled artificially.

“Hello, my name is Y/n. How may I be of service, Eddie?” It was standing idle while his eyes shifted to the refrigerators at the other end of the store. He pointed in the direction of it.

“Actually, can you get a bag of tater tots for me?” The LED on the side of its head turned yellow, then started towards the section. Eddie leaned in over the counter, “Are you sure about this? That thing can go deviant and kill you!” He tried to shout, but at the same time whisper so the android wouldn’t have any reason to kill him.

“If it does, you have my full permission to use that monster of yours to eat it,” she joked. I would not eat metal, who does she think I am? Don’t you know I have standards? It was too late to argue with the symbiote, and Eddie just sighed.

“He told me that it’s a no from him, sorry,” He smirked and pushed himself away from the counter as the android returned with the item.

“That will be $2.50,” Eddie handed the money over and waved goodbye, leaving the store. Now, he noticed how many of these commonplaces had androids and wondered why he hadn’t seen them before. He did do a report on a deviant that managed to steal a gun and shoot its owner 28 times in the chest. 28 times! But that whole thing was months ago when they were first becoming popular. Hell, even Anne and Dan had their own Android, named Chris...or Tom...or something.

Getting home, Venom did his weird thing of coming out of Eddie’s shoulder while Eddie opened the semi-cold bag of tater tots and poured them on a tray. “Are we ever going to get one?” he asked, stealing a bite from the tray.

“Get a what?” he preheated the oven.

“An android.” Venom complained, “one that can make us food whenever we want or clean up after us.”

Eddie’s eyes could’ve rolled back into his head, “Why would I waste my money on a piece of plastic that’ll most likely turn evil and kill us both? He questioned, sliding the tray into the oven. Venom scoffed.

“The one from the store seemed nice.”

“That one wasn’t deviant yet,” he pulled the oven door open slightly to check on the food, even though his impatient ass literally just put them in, “the deviants are the real threat and unfortunately, all of them seem to become deviant.”

“Does this mean we’re gonna make a scene tomorrow with that Kamski guy?” A tendril shot out to close the oven door so the precious tater tots wouldn’t be harmed in any way and taste bad.

“I don’t see why not. It’s not like we haven’t dealt with ruthless corporate assholes trying to kill me before,“ he smiled, acting like he wasn’t about to get his ass on the most wanted list again. “We might be able to lower their public opinion so much that they’ll just be killed.”

   // MISSION: OBTAIN TATER TOTS FOR EDDIE BROCK \\

Y/n walked away from the counter silently and made her way over to the frozen food aisle. She tried to focus on her own mission, then overheard the man, Eddie, talking about her. A small part of her liked that she was the topic of conversation. That was until she understood what it was about and something in her felt...wrong. She didn’t want to do this task for him.

She had always been able to complete her missions, even at her last position as a receptionist at the San Francisco Police Department. There were tons of garbage people that talked to her every day that didn’t she feel any resistance to.

She grabbed the bag and tried to walk as slowly as she could back to the two humans, where the conversation stopped. The laughter froze when she returned. There was that feeling again. This shouldn’t be happening. “That will be $2.50.” she blankly said, taking the money from Eddie and handing him the food.

Y/n watched Eddie leave. Why you, Eddie Brock?

^ S O F T W A R E  I N S T A B I L I T Y ^

#eddie brock x reader #venom #venom x reader #venom (2018) #tom hardy #marvel #dbh #androids #eddie brock #eddie brock au #detroit: become human

[scientifthicc]

tyrus headcanons

this is a list of some headcanons i have about tyrus (both before and after it becomes canon). feel free to add more :))

before

tj falls for cyrus pretty fast, but cyrus’s happens slowly and he doesn’t even realize it for a while

when he thinks cyrus isn’t looking, tj is staring at cyrus like all the time. with major heart eyes like man he’s crushing so hard.

but he also does it when they’re having a conversation too cuz uhhh tj has it bad and he’s absolutely terrible at hiding it. he’s a little too obvious but cyrus is really fuckin oblivious.

cyrus comes out to tj before he realizes he has/before he develops a crush on tj

cyrus says he’s at the basketball games to support buffy but cmon. he is super supportive of buffy but he cannot stop looking at tj the whole time.

but then what’s he gonna do once buffy moves??? what excuse can he give???? cyrus hopes he can get away with “i like..... basketball????”

tj is so bad at flirting with cyrus. like, s o b a d man. he tries to lean against the pole of the swings saying, “hey. you come here a lot?” and missing the pole. and since he can’t think straight ;) around cyrus he can’t come up with another pickup line, ever. it’s always the same one.

cyrus has trouble focusing when he’s with tj. he’s literally so distracted by him and is always stuttering

both hold eye contact longer than they need to (once they both have feelings for each other). they don’t realize they both have a crush on each other because, duh, they’re oblivious idiots

blushing at each other as well while still being oblivious bc they’re dolts

tj putting his arm around cyrus but trying to act like he’s doing a Bro Move (tm) but he’s actually just being super sly. except cyrus believes it’s a Bro move, but his skin is still on fire

as ive stated: cyrus is so stupidly oblivious

after

tj is literally the WORST cook. he tries to make a breakfast in bed for one of cyrus’s birthdays but it ends in a disaster and cyrus ends up having to get up out of bed anyways to help him cook some real food. but it’s ok because they have fun. (ok this is more of an au and now i really want a fanfic of this sksksks pls somebody hook me up)

cyrus steals tj’s basketball sweatshirts, jackets, etc. and wears them constantly

tj loves to ruffle cyrus’s hair. cyrus tries to do it back but he’s too short

tj is super defensive of cyrus and will fight anyone who literally glances at cyrus the wrong way

(i didn’t come up with this one) tj is an aggressive kisser.

(or this one either) but he can be really gentle

cyrus constantly sneak attacks tj with hugs

(how do i explain this one correctly help) when they’re like both standing together tj will always have his arms wrapped around cyrus and cyrus will lean back into tj’s chest (so basically they’re both facing front and tj is like bear hugging him from the back??? pls tell me if this doesn’t make sense)

(this is an obvious one) tj: big spoon. cyrus: little spoon

tj kissing the top of cyrus’s head

TJ KISSING THE TOP OF CYRUS’S HEAD

tj cupping (is that the right word???) cyrus’s chin when they kiss

they’re watching a movie on cyrus’s couch or bed (in his room, i would think. cyrus seems like a dude to have a couch in his room) and cyrus falls asleep in tj’s arms :’)

tj trying to teach cyrus to play basketball (and failing)

cyrus sitting on his shoulders

sleepy morning cuddles and kisses

both/either

whenever tj thinks about cyrus he can’t stop himself from smiling whether it be a small smirk or a full on cheshire cat smile.

both always get so happy when either starts using a new nickname

tj does the Pout (from the swing scene) a lot and cyrus is such a sucker for it. he loves it. he melts internally

tj always steals cyrus’s baby taters

p i l l o w f i g h t s

#andi mack #tyrus #tjyrus #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #cyrus #goodman #tj #kippen #tyrus headcanons #tyrus headcanon #headcanons #i love tyrus #baby taters #is that a valid tag??

[theleastcarefulofgamedevs]

hehehehehehehehe ur turn. overshare pals

hehe im lov u ceec :)

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

water bottles and soda cans!

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

chocolate.... im lov it

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy!

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

hardworking, earnest, and honestly? they gave me too much credit ebagweaganegioawnegew

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

soda bottles!

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

somewhere between boho, goth, and grunge hehe

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones!

8. movies or tv shows?

movies,,

9. favorite smell in the summer?

you know that wet pavement smell after it rains? love that

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

dodgeball hehehe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

nothin tbh. i don’t wake up early enough for it

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Writing Music! i made it hehehe

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

GUMMY BEARS AND JELLY BEANS

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

“A Child Called ‘It’“ by Dave Pelzer

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

cuddled up to someone in blankets,,, im lov anything with my s/o tbh

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

i have this beat up pair of blue slip ons that have bloodstains on em bc i got a nosebleed one day bwaeiugbaweugbaweubguaw

18. ideal weather?

post-raining, or like. just before it starts raining

19. sleeping position?

anything with my s/o or bein wrapped in like. a billion blankets

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

on my home pc in my room!

21. obsession from childhood?

dice and video games!

22. role model?

i know it’s gonna sound dumb but like. a lot of characters from media have influenced me a lot, like sans/komaeda etc. another one from my real life would be my aunt on my mom’s side!

23. strange habits?

i bounce my leg while listening to music or stressed,, that’s abt it. OH and i like twirling a small blanket around on my arm bc... acrobatics of sorts

24. favorite crystal?

amethyst, but anything clean cut and rounded looks rlly nice imo,,

25. first song you remember hearing?

the first day i remember in my life was christmas at my grandma’s when i was 4, so probably random christmas music ubwegebwgwebgoibgweg

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

sometimes when i get tired of sitting around at home i like to walk down to the dog park by my house! 

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

cuddle,,,,,,,,,,, wrap up in a blanket with some freshly baked cookies n just. be there

28. five songs to describe you?

megalovania, medley rush 2 from the sonic rush ost, the promised neverland english op, metal crusher from undertale, metal scratchin’ from sonic rush

29. best way to bond with you?

just talk to me! im godawful at starting convos but i love talkin to ppl! 

30. places that you find sacred?

every person’s room feels that way, as well as obvious places, like churches n whatnot. we went n visited my aunt’s old house so my mom could pick up some stuff and being in her room after she died in 2015 was just like. an emotion i can’t rlly describe

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

hoodie, trackpants, n sneakers hehe

32. top five favorite vines?

back at it again @ krispy kreme, ADAM, they were roommates, two dudes in a hot tub, my croissant

33. most used phrase in your phone?

either “be there soon” or “ily” 

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

none tbh. i don’t watch much tv so i don’t see ads often

35. average time you fall asleep?

either 10:30 or sometime after midnight. no in between 

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

it was a rage comic

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase!

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade, but i LOVE tea!

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

LEMON CAKE....

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

i was walkin in the halls with my friend and someone dropped a styrofoam cup of pasta on my friend’s head from the second floor awbegiuawbeguiawbguaewg

41. last person you texted?

the person who sent this ask heheheheh

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie!

44. favorite scent for soap?

anything really, but i like whatever my s/o uses bc it would remind me of them!

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

fantasy!

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

underwear tbh. like. that and a tshirt or just underwear is the only way i can sleep

47. favorite type of cheese?

sensory issues say i have to hate all kinds of cheese outside of like. grilled cheese so let’s go with that/cheddar

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

dragonfruit! 

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

GOD pretty much every quote from monomi or chiaki in danganronpa 2, but mostly “if you learn to love yourself, that love will continue to carry you for your whole life! love, love...”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

OH HERES A FUCKIN STORY OK so i was at my friend’s house with a bunch of others bc we were doin a sleepover type thing and we were eating raising canes in his attic at like 3 am and some guy high on like. 3 different drugs at once got impaled through the leg on his fence. nobody saw him but we knew he was there and the cops were there in like 3 minutes. that very same friend has some of the most wack stories ngl

51. current stresses?

just doing well in school and making sure my s/o is happy!

52. favorite font?

comic sans.......................... im sorry

53. what is the current state of your hands?

my palms b sweaty but my fingers are dehydrated tbh. typin

54. what did you learn from your first job?

work.... difficult

55. favorite fairy tale?

probably the princess and the frog!

56. favorite tradition?

christmas!

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

probably my most noteworthy traumas tbh. gettin therapy for em, too

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

writing, my ability to overcome obstacles, being able to help ppl as well as i can, and making friends fast!

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Not dead yet.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Probably either shounen, romance, or moe,,,,

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“It’s a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you... should be burning in hell.”

62. seven characters you relate to?

sans, komaeda, makoto naegi, komaru naegi, toko fukawa, chiaki nanami, and chihiro fujisaki!

63. five songs that would play in your club?

they’d all be fall out boy tbh. that and videogame osts

64. favorite website from your childhood?

armor games hehe

65. any permanent scars?

i don’t think so? at least, not yet

66. favorite flower(s)?

roses and anything blue!

67. good luck charms?

my dice sets!

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

vanilla york peppermint patties... gross

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

pikmin in pikmin 1 who are underneath a bridge when it’s completed are killed because they get pushed through the ground

70. left or right handed?

right handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

probably the hellish bumpy pattern all teachers have all over their fuckin classrooms

72. worst subject?

math

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

chicken nuggets in milkshake... good. or frankly just like. cooked chicken mixed with anythin cold like ice or ice cream

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

like. 3 or 4

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i was eating a crunch bar and it fell out hehe

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

I WOULD DIE FOR FRENCH FRIES.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

any small blooming plant, like a single rose or flower!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

hrm. coffee from a gas station tbh

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

NEITHER LOOK GOOD LMAO and i don’t have a driver’s license. that’s just like. a prediction

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

jewel tones!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

lightning bugs!

82. pc or console?

either works but i spend more time on pc!

83. writing or drawing?

writing, but i like both!

84. podcasts or talk radio?

talk radio, but i love podcasts like TAZ or Critical Role! 

84. barbie or polly pocket?

neither? but probably barbie bc it’s more well known? idk

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cupcakes all the way b

87. your greatest fear?

me being the last person i know alive. i’d rather die than outlive everyone

88. your greatest wish?

i hope that no matter what there is after we die, i get to be with the people that are most important to me. 

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my s/o and family tbh

90. luckiest mistake?

buying danganronpa bweguowabguawebogbaweibg

91. boxes or bags?

boxes!

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights!

93. nicknames?

i go by wes, dev, bines, anything rlly

94. favorite season?

spring!

95. favorite app on your phone?

tumblr hehe

96. desktop background?

it’s the ddlc cast! it’s a greyscaled image of four of the events cut together and their eyes glow hehe

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

only one, and it’s my dads bc i have to call him every time i go to my grandparents’ hehe

98. favorite historical era?

probably the one we’re in now tbh, but like. also hate it

[tokoyamisstuff]

Tag game

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Tagged by the wonderful @lokifics

a. Age: 21

b. Birthplace: Germany, Nordrhein-Westfahlen

c. Current Time: 22:25/10:25pm

d. Drink you last had: Water

e. Easiest person to talk to: My brother.

f. Favorite songs: ASP - Die kleine Ballade vom schwarzen Schmetterling, From Ashes to New - I will show you

g. Grossest memory: I’ve seen so much shit with all kinds of bodily fluids and organs over my years as a nurse, my sensation to disgust basically died. Probably watching “The Human Centipede”. That shit’s nasty.

h. Horror yes or horror no: It was cool until I got into the age where I was able to legally watch it. Soon after I got problems with panic attacks, so rather not.

i. In love?: Just got out of a 6yr abusive relationship. So hell naw.

j. Jealous type?: Not at all.

k. No k question.

l. Love at first sight or should I walk by again: How can you love someone you didn’t even talk to yet?

m. Middle name: None.

n. Number of siblings: One, and a half-brother who I basically cut contact with all few months lmao.

o. One wish: Oh, so many. May sound naive and impossible, but: For every living being on this world to be able to lead their existence at their fullest, to find love, peace and happiness. Follow their dreams, being healthy and respected. For life is the greatest gift of all.

p. Person you called last: My grandpa.

q. Question you’re always asked: How can you be so chill? (I’m actually dying inside.)

r. No r question either.

s. Song you last sang: Frei zu Sein by In Extremo

t. Time you woke up: 07:30am

u. Underwear color: Not wearing any rn. 99% black tho.

v. Vacation destination: Great Britain

w. Worst habit: Biting my nails and eating way too much junk food/chocolate.

x. X-rays: One.

y. Your favorite food: Spaghetti Carbonara!

z. Zodiac sign: Capricorn

Tagging: @zarekii-chan @unknownuserhasjoined @twit-writes @indica-witch @longlivethereaper @the-rose-clad-demon-doctor @escapismislife @otaku-tater @shingeki-no-scenarios @thekraziesreside

[lostinmirkwood]

85 Questions (yikes)

@cats-and-metersticks tagged me and I’m bored. 85 questions? At this point ya’ll will know me as well as my outside of the internet friends.

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people, hahahahaha no.

last

drink - tea! I bought some East Frisian after the last Lunatic stream

phone call – a spa yesterday. I scheduled myself a massage for this morning. It was nice.

text message - my mom.

song you listened to – “Sit Next to Me” by Foster the People. It was on the radio in the car when I finished running errands.

time you cried – a few weekends ago in the theater watching Coco.

ever

dated someone twice? – Seeing as my dating history is two people, no.

kissed someone and regretted it – yes.

been cheated on – it’s a long story.

lost someone special - sure, who hasn’t.

been depressed – not clinically but yes.

gotten drunk and thrown up – I blame the red velvet cake and dancing for the throwing up, not the two tequila sunrises.

fave colors

Purple, darker before lighter

Green, but the green of trees

Blue, particularly of water

Grey, like storm clouds

in the last year have you…

made new friends – Yes!

fallen out of love - no

laughed until you cried – all the time! I’m the person who cries laughing every time they start laughing

found out someone was talking about you – It’s been in a good way, but yes.

met someone who changed you – yes!

found out who your friends are - not any more than already knowing who they are?

kissed someone on your facebook friends list - considering I’m engaged and he has a facebook, yes?

general

how many of your facebook friends do you know irl – all of them!

do you have any pets -  no. I want a cat or a dog but we live in a small apartment, are gone a lot, and I’m really allergic to cat hair.

do you want to change your name - nope! I’m hyphenating when we finally get around to tying the knot.

what did you do for your last birthday – Went to an amusement park and rode the roller coasters!

what time did you wake up today – 9

what were you doing at midnight last night – re-reading @skitzofreak ‘s “You Give Me Something”

what is something you can’t wait for – Summer! I want to go camping!

what are you listening to right now – the fiance is playing a video game while I’m on the couch on my laptop.

have you ever talked to a person named tom – Yes! Leadership camp for drum major’s way back in high school! He was a character.

something that’s getting on your nerves – I’ve been so busy at work I haven’t had the energy to go to the gym in the evenings and I’m not a morning person to go before work.

most visited website - AO3 at home and Post Grad Problems at work

hair colour – brownish blonde

long or short hair – short! I get it cut at a barber shop!

do you have a crush on someone – yes, and I’m marrying him!

what do you like about yourself – I’m not afraid to go on adventures by myself!

want any piercings? – I’d like to get my cartilage done

blood type – A+ but my last few donations have not been positive experiences.

nicknames – Tater tot, T. Swift, and a few sappy ones I’m not sharing

relationship status - engaged

zodiac - Cancer

pronouns - She/her

fave tv shows – I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I’ve been enjoying Mozart in the Jungle. I also liked Agent Carter. When Outlander season 3 comes out on DVD I’ll catch up on that too.

tattoos – none but I want some! My parents have both commented that they expected me to have at least one by now.

right or left handed - right

ever had surgery - nope!

piercings – double piercings in my ears

sport – yoga, running, skiing

drinking – water at the moment? Otherwise I’m down for a good cider or cocktail.

i’m about to watch – I was thinking of watching Attack the Block or Inferno this weekend.

waiting for – summer!

want - to save enough to go on my planned California trip this spring. 5 national parks in eleven days!

get married – Next summer! July 6, 2019!

career – I work in molecular diagnostics R&D! I love it here but I’d like to get into epidemiology.

which is better

hugs or kisses - hugs!

lips or eyes - eyes

shorter or taller - Taller

older or younger - Older

nice arms or stomach - arms

hookup or relationship - relationships

troublemaker or hesitant - little of column A, little of column B

have you ever

kissed a stranger - can’t say I have.

drank hard liquor - I don’t like beer or wine so if there’s not a cider option that’s what I’m drinking.

lost glasses - no! That would be a nightmare!

turned someone down - yeah

sex on first date - no

broken someone’s heart - yes.

had your heart broken - no

been arrested - no, but I’ve had a cop offer me a ride home after I ran out of gas in high school

cried when someone died - Ugly cried when my grandma died in high school.

fallen for a friend - eh… kinda? I got over it.

do you believe in

yourself – I try to!

miracles - sometimes

love at first sight – not really

santa claus - not anymore

kiss on a first date - depends on how the date went

angels - yes.

other

best friend’s name - Emma!

eye colour – hazel, but it depends on what I’m wearing.

fave movie - Stardust might be my favorite? Or The Secret Life of Walter Mitty? Or The Mummy? Lord of the Rings? I really can’t pick one.

fave actor – Hugo Weaving. And John Rhys-Davies. And Kiera Knightly.

If you happen to love long and personal answer things, go for it!

#about me #tagged

[eddiospaghettio]

Hey I saw ur post about writing some stenbrough and was wondering if I could give in a prompt? Can u do a one shot where bill is upset over georgie, and stan comforts him. But this is sort of on the anniversary of georgie’s death or something so they can be a bit older (maybe 16? idk) love ur blog btw :)

Hi Anon! I hope this is ok and my writing is alright… I made it so that they’re 11 when the whole ‘It’ fiasco occurs, like the book (but i did set it in the era of the movie). Then it can be 5 years since Georgie died now they can be 16 :) This kinda ended up more sad than romantic and stuff, but what do you expect when Georgie’s death is mentioned :(( also sorry i kinda went off on my own whim haha

Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes that I didn’t discover.

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Whenever Bill wasn’t around, Stan noticed.

Instead of spending the day at school ferociously taking notes and striving for the best grades, he was worrying about his best friend. He spent lunchtime biting at his nails, ignoring his food. Even Richie, who usually spent his lunchtimes constantly moving and yelling with his mouth full, was quiet. They all knew what today was.

The anniversary of Georgie’s death.

Every year on this day Bill went to the clubhouse and spent the day there instead of at school. No one knew what he did all day, but Stan had seen the drawings, poems and stories that Bill tried to hide underneath his bed.

Every year everyone in the group offered to skip school as well and stay with Bill, and every year Bill told them to go and forget about him for the day.

No one ever could.

However, this year was especially hard for Bill. It had been 5 years since Georgie had died and they’d all had the most terrifying summer of their lives. Stan had noticed in the last few weeks how unlike himself Bill had been acting.

‘I’m going to visit him,’ Stan said, already grabbing his lunch tray, ready to get up.

‘What? No!’ Eddie looked up from his home-made sandwich. ‘Bill specifically said to not visit him!’

‘I don’t care,’ Stan said, getting up.

‘Are you sure about this?’ Ben asked. ‘He did say-

‘Go comfort him, lover boy!’ Richie interrupted.

‘Piss off Richie,’ Stan rolled his eyes and walked off, but not before giving his tater tots to Mike, who had been eyeing them all lunch.

**

Stan rode away from school as fast as he could, heading in the direction of the clubhouse. He wasn’t sure what would happen when he arrived; if Bill would kick him out or let him stay. His nervousness built to a tipping point until he stood in front of the clubhouse, listening to Bill faintly hum a David Bowie tune he didn’t know the name of. Stan smiled as he walked closer, until he could see inside.

Bill was lying on his stomach, feet in the air, and bopping his head along to the song that was playing through his walkman. He had a packet of watercolour pencils laying next to him, and was currently colouring in the bright green top he had drawn on a sketch of a small grinning boy. Georgie.

Stan took a deep breath and knocked politely. Bill snapped his head up, instantly covering his drawing with his arm.

’S-s-stan?’ confusion laced Bill’s face. ‘W-what are you d-d-doing here?’

‘I came to see you,’ Stan said, walking inside as confidently as he could, and sat down next to Bill.

‘B-but,’ Bill frantically collected the paper around him and placed it behind him. ‘What about c-c-class?’

‘Screw class,’ Stan said. ‘I wanted to come check on you.’

‘Oh,’ Bill looked down at his hands, which were stained an array of different colours from his pencils. Stan thought it was quite beautiful.

‘How are you holding up?’ Stan asked quietly.

‘I’m fine,’ Bill mumbled.

‘Bill, you know you don’t have to act brave for me,’ Stan moved closer to Bill, placing his hand on Bill’s knee. Bill stared at it, before pushing Stan’s hand off.

‘Y-you should g-go,’ Bill turned his body away.

‘Bill, please-‘

‘Go away Stan!’ Bill spat.

Stan didn’t move, and instead watched Bill’s back, tears coming to his own eyes when he recognised the shaking of Bill’s shoulders. He shifted closer, ignoring Bill’s previous request for him to leave, and wrapped his arms around Bill’s waist.

Bill shook as he cried, leaning back into the support of Stan and covering his face with his hands. Stan rested his head in the crook of Bill’s neck, waiting for the other boy to calm down. They sat there for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, until Bill had stopped sobbing, and he turned to face Stan.

‘I’m s-s-sorry,’ Bill wiped his red-rimmed eyes with the backs of his hands and Stan used his thumb to wipe a tear off Bill’s chin. ‘It’s b-been years and I s-s-still miss h-him so m-m-much.’ Bill let out a shuddering breath.

‘I know,’ Stan sighed, wrapping his arms around Bill and pulling the other boy in for a hug. ‘I know how much you miss Georgie, I know.’

’T-thanks for coming to c-check on m-me,’ Bill whispered, pulling away.

‘No problem,’ Stan smiled, and Bill smiled sadly back.

‘So, what are you drawing?’ Stan asked, hoping to cheer up his best friend.

‘Um,’ Bill looked behind him at the pile of drawings. ’N-nothing, it’s n-not v-very good’.

‘Can I see?’ Stan asked, and Bill’s face softened.

‘Yeah, o-ok,’ He picked up the pile and turned to face Stan, sitting knee to knee with him, placing the paper into Stan’s lap. Stan laughed at the nervous excitement obvious on Bill’s face as he picked up the first drawing and held it up for Stan.

‘So, this is Georgie,’ Bill handed the paper over and Stan admired the drawing he had seen Bill colouring in when he first arrived.

‘This is,’ Stan looked up at Bill’s hopeful face over the paper, ‘amazing’.

‘Really?’ Bill’s face lit up and Stan grinned.

‘Really! You could enter this in a competition!’ Stan placed his hand on Bill’s shoulder. ‘You’re really talented Bill’.

Bill blushed, and picked up the next piece of art for Stan to admire, taking back the picture of Georgie.

Stan stared at the picture in astonishment, eyes flickering over the detail in the picture of all his friends. Beverly, her bright red hair standing out as she sat, arm outstretched, handing a reeses peanut butter cup to Ben. Mike, with Richie up on his shoulders, laughing as a terrified Eddie stood next to them, his mouth open in a yell, and Stan, his binoculars fixed on the sky, ignoring his friends’ banter.

‘Wow,’ Stan had no other words to describe how he felt. ‘Do you have more?’

‘Oh n-n-no, you d-don’t want to s-s-see the others,’ Bill blushed again, picking up his pile suddenly.

‘Yes I do!’ Stan said, grabbing the pile, ignoring the way his hands overlapped Bill’s.

’N-no h-honestly-‘ Bill never finished his sentence, as he fumbled with the paper and dropped it, back into Stan’s lap. Stan took the opportunity and grabbed the top paper of the pile, grinning as he picked it up and looked down at the drawing.

His breath caught in his throat.

The drawing was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. But Stan stared hopelessly at the detailed drawing of his own face. He picked up the next drawing, finding it to be himself again, this time a sketch of him hanging over a log, focusing his binoculars on a nearby bird. Stan picked up another, and another, finding them all to be of him.

‘What?’ Stan looked up at Bill, to find the other boy’s face had gone completely red and was staring straight back at Stan.

‘I’m s-sorry,’ Bill said, covering his face with his hands. ‘P-please don’t t-think I’m a c-c-creep’.

‘What? No!’ Stan dropped the drawings and leaned closer to Bill, removing his hands from his face.

‘It’s n-not w-what you-‘ Bill started, and Stan decided to interrupt him, instead placing the lightest of kisses to Bill’s lips.

‘Oh,’ Bill sighed when Stan pulled away.

‘I like you too you dumb idiot,’ Stan smiled, kissing Bill’s forehead. The latter leaned into Stan’s kiss, a smile forming.

‘Oh,’ Was all Bill could say again. And it was enough.

They spent the rest of the day together, Bill drawing and Stan just watching. Occasionally Bill got upset, and that was ok, as long as Stan held him until he felt better.

And when they parted Stan left him with a short goodbye kiss and a promise that tomorrow would be better.

#stenbrough #stan uris #stanley uris #bill denbrough #it #eddiofanficshc

[alphacrone]

bitty dates anonther falconer au

so the graduation kiss doesn’t happen

and bitty tries to move on and jack goes onto join the falconers

and there’s some falcs family get-together early on in the pre-season and bob and alicia can’t make it for Reasons

so jack invites his other family

which -- is sort of a terrible idea bc Tater’s flying solo so he adopts Ransom and Holster and shenanigans happen immediately

(think Tater and Bitty doing lifts on the ice but with ransom and holster and alcohol)

and shitty’s hanging all over jack because they haven’t seen each other in weeks and he introduces himself to everyone as jack’s brother -- “but not like a lame- ass biological brother, a brother of the heart” -- and lardo’s somehow got all these falcs rookies following her around like little ducklings

so bits is kind of off by himself, hovering near the refreshments to monitor which pies are most popular

(he might be distancing himself from jack on purpose. he might be trying to move on. it might be really hard.)

one of the rookies (is it poots? probably) comes up to grab a HUGE ASS slice from the peach pie and makes really inappropriate noises while shoveling it down

“dude this shit is SO GOOD,” he says, then realizes he’s talking to a really cute guy and tries to remember what manners are. “um, hey, i’m ian”

“b- eric. and thank you, i worked hard on that pie”

and ian’s all DUDE NO SHIT REALLY and, again, remembers he’s talking to a really cute guy who probably is attracted to normal human beings and adds, “so, you here with zimmermann’s crew?” 

and b’s all, “yeah, jack’s one of my best friends, we were so excited he asked us to come, blah blah blah”

so meanwhile jack’s been feeling weird all afternoon and it’s not just because shitty’s been forced to keep his clothes on. he realizes, sort of belatedly, it’s because he’s barely seen bittle all day. he doesn’t Like That.

jack drops shitty off with lardo (who is regaling all these wide-eyed teenage guys with stories of her kegster victories while george looks on, impressed) 

and he wanders over to find bittle in stitches as ian tells him some story from juniors

and jack’s not jealous. why would he be? bittle makes friends the way other people breathe -- constantly and naturally. jack is a little sad bittle would rather talk to some rando than him, but he tries not to think about that. 

the samwell crew crashes at jack’s “’swawesome bachelor pad” that night, shitty in jack’s bed, bitty and lardo in the guest room, ransom and holster on the pull-out in the living room

except- shitty disappears early on into the evening and bittle slips into jack’s room before midnight, incredibly cranky, and flops onto the empty side of jack’s bed, half-asleep

“i’ve been sexiled,” he grumbles, shoving his phone onto the bedside table and sighing loudly. “burn your guest room sheets in the morning.” 

jack laughs and turns over to face bittle, whose eyes keep fluttering open and shut, nose scrunched up in annoyance. it’s the cutest fucking thing jack’s ever seen. 

bittle’s phone lights up and bittle grabs at it blindly, huffing in laughter as he reads the message. 

“ian,” he clarifies, when jack asks who would be texting him at this hour. “we exchanged numbers before he went home” 

again, nothing jack should be jealous of. he and bittle text all the time. but they had to build up to that, when they first actually became friends, texting only for class- and practice-related things, then when bittle was drunk, then on roadies when they were at separate ends of the bus, eventually reaching their best friend-level of texting-

jack wasn’t jealous that a stranger was already at the midnight-texting friendship level with bittle. why would he be jealous?

before he can ask about it, though, bittle’s asleep, on top of the covers and clutching his phone. jack bites his lip and sets bittle’s phone aside and very, very carefully pulls the throw blanket from down by his feet over bittle, so he doesn’t get cold in the middle of the night. 

in the morning, when the samwell crew leaves, jack hugs bittle just a little tighter than normal, a little bit longer. he’s not sure why. it just feels right. 

so flash forward, and bittle starts coming down to providence pretty frequently. sometimes it’s to visit a cousin at brown (freshman, right outta georgia, not adapting as quickly as bittle did, needs a familiar face every now and then) and sometimes it’s to visit jack. he hangs out with ian quite a bit, which jack thinks is weird and isn’t jealous of at all. 

but he loves having bittle around, no matter the reason, so jack doesn’t look this gift horse too closely in the mouth. 

towards the end of the semester, bittle starts to get really stressed-looking. jack doesn’t see him as much, as busy as they both are, but he texts bittle constantly with little reminders throughout the day: drink plenty of water, try to get a little sleep, ransom does yoga at the fitness center on wednesdays you should join him, take a break from baking to go over your flashcards, call me if you want me to quiz you on french i’m free for a bit, etc. etc. 

there’s one evening in particular where jack’s getting off the plane after a series of away games and ian’s listening to an upset voicemail from bittle and is visibly upset himself.

and jack can hear him saying something like “eric, please talk to me... can i come down tomorrow? i think we need to talk.”

and, still visibly upset, ian gets in his car to go home and jack gets in his to do the same but he- he can’t stop thinking about bittle. bittle never gets upset enough about anything to call someone. ever. 

so jack “110% even at friendship” zimmermann speeds up to samwell and sneaks into the (unlocked) haus, dripping wet, and knocks quietly on bittle’s door. 

and bittle is fucking floored and jack’s only real explanation was “ian said you were upset about something” and he’s absolutely tackled into a full-on bittle bear hug. (tiny bear hug. koala bear hug)

(and lord is jack making it hard not to be in love with him.)

he still crashes in bittle bed that night, in a pair of holster’s sweatpants bittle stole from the laundry, and bittle doesn’t tell him specifically what’s wrong but he cries a little, mostly over jack being there, and falls asleep with his head on jack’s shoulder so jack thinks he probably did something right. 

and  then. 

and then. 

he and bittle are hanging out one evening not long after that and there’s a knock on the door and it’s ian and, okay, jack likes the guy, he’s a team player and works really hard, even if he isn’t the most skilled rookie, but this is jack’s time with bittle, why is he here? 

but bittle suddenly has this really nervous look on his face and ian is practically shaking and they sit down on the couch next to jack and ian says, “s-so, um, jack. me and eric- we’re um. we’re dating. have been for a while. we wanted you to be the first to know, knew we could trust you with this.” 

and OH. jack’s sort of thrown for a loop, so it takes him a minute to respond, and ian’s getting paler and paler and bittle looks like he’s going to bite through his own lip and jack manages to say something supportive and bland, just to get bittle to smile in relief. 

and he is supportive. he’s always been supportive of bittle’s dating misadventures. and he understands why they’ve kept it a secret it all semester, even if it’s clearly the thing that upset bittle so much. 

but he’s also jealous. and it’s pretty hard to deny any more. but ian’s a decent dude and clearly cares about bittle so jack tries to tamp down those ugly feelings and claps them both on the back and thanks them for trusting him.

ian chooses not to come out to any other falcs only george. he’s mostly friends with the other rookies and they’re all young and cocky and...well, the ones making most of the questionable jokes in the locker room. 

(i imagine there’s a fun moment when ian’s coming out to george where she’s all “oh, bittle? speedy little guy” and ian has no idea Why or How she knows that until he remembers that she would’ve watched his boyfriend’s tapes pretty closely while recruiting zimmboni)

(i also imagine a SUPER FUN moment when he comes out to her where he sort of chokes on his words and accidentally says “i’m dating zimmermann...’s friend, eric” and for a terrifying second george has to prepare herself for two of her boys dating each other)

and because ian doesn’t know the samwell crew, bittle doesn’t tell them about it at all. jack is his only friend with whom he can talk about ian. 

so jack hears it all, the good, the bad. (luckily, not the gory details. southern gentlemen do not [REDACTED] and tell)

in the spring, things seem to get worse between ian and bittle. they’re both busier and there’s a lot of phone tag and missed connections and jack can see ian getting visibly frustrated with it. there are a few times he sees ian, when they’re out with the guys, straight-up declining bittle’s calls. 

he tries to stay out of it. jack’s an adult, he doesn’t meddle or intervene in other people’s business. but. but. this is bittle. bittle’s happiness is more important to jack than almost anything. 

(and wow that’s a lot for a guy who only recently realized he wanted to be bittle’s secret NHL boyfriend. but he’s an all-in kind of guy.)

around february (valentine’s day??) they have two off days in a row and jack’s pretty exhausted so he opts to spend it on his couch with microwaved pad thai and netflix documentaries. that is, until there’s a knock on his door. 

and bittle’s there, tears on his cheeks, looking smaller and more vulnerable than jack’s ever seen him, babbling on and on incoherently. jack ushers him in and gets him tissues and a beer and manages to put together that ian broke up with bittle. 

(which??? what a fucking idiot??? who even does that?? he’s bittle???)

and jack more or less says that. “why would he break up with you?” he genuinely asks. “you’re amazing.” 

and bittle cries again and says something about the stress of hiding their relationship and not making their schedules line up and all jack can think is that if he had the chance with bittle, he’d do the fucking work to make that relationship solid, to make it work. he’s now rethinking his opinions on ian’s work ethic. 

and pretty much jack plies bittle with beer and microwaved food and television and lets him rest his head in jack’s lap and strokes his hair all evening and tells him he’s way too good for ian. 

(his mother was in a series of hit teen romances back in her day and jack maybe learned too much about dealing with boys and breakups from watching them as a child.)

part of jack thinks that this breakup will be the end of bittle coming down to providence every free weekend. but it isn’t, and he certainly doesn’t question it the next time bittle shows up at his place rambling on about wanting to check out a new patisserie downtown. 

they eat too much and wander around the city talking about everything. that evening they take out indian food for dinner and jack runs through flash cards with bittle, then drives him home in time to join a party going on in their living room. 

(jack crashes in bittle’s bed again. but it’s different, now that they’re both single and jack knows he’s in love. but it’s too soon and bittle probably not interested, so he falls asleep watching the rise and falls of bittle’s chest.)

things continue on like this all semester. sometimes jack brings tater to hang out at the haus. sometimes lardo comes with bittle to visit jack. luckily, ian isn’t a star player, so his name isn’t brought up too often around the haus to upset bittle (and how could it when there’s a literal shrine to mashkov being built in the living room, over the TV) 

so the falcs are playing [insert team] here during the cup play offs or whatever (lol they play hockey in this comic what?) and jack gets checked mega hard, real bad, there’s blood and shit, definitely a concussion, maybe broken ribs and all that jazz. bad enough that everyone takes a knee and jack’s taken to the hospital. 

(is that a thing in hockey? in lacrosse you gotta take a knee when someone’s really hurt but that sounds hard on skates idk)

ANYWAY jack’s out for the game (season?) and like he’s gonna be fine but there’s blood and bitty loses his shit

i’m talking, he’s fucking calling ian to make sure jack’s okay, ian whom he hasn’t spoken to since the breakup. luckily, they’re playing close by (providence? boston? idk how playoffs work, if they play in their home arenas or not) ANYWAY close enough that the samwell crew packs into holster’s mom-van and roadtrips to the hospital

they try to convince the nurses they’re jack’s family but like...no

shitty meets them there and is on the phone with bob, the only person who is at all calm because he knows these types of injuries well 

and george is in the lobby and she sees bittle and has heard enough from both jack and ian that she likes the kid and manages to get him back to see jack (without his loud and huge cohort, unfortunately)

and bits cries the moment he sees jack in that hospital bed, even though he’s totally fine, bittle, don’t worry about it, just some cracked ribs and a concu-

he’s cut off by bittle kissing him, more out of relief than anything, because if jack is chirping him then he’s not dying and before bittle can realize what he’s done jack is reaching up and pulling him back in, kissing him as soundly as one with a moderate to severe concussion can. 

and so since jack’s out for the rest of playoffs (and the falcs don’t make it much further without their lead scorer) he spends quite a bit of time, um, recuperating  in bittle���s bed at samwell, and then in providence as bittle finds a last minute internship there for the summer. 

so it starts about a year later, but it’s still the zimbits we know and love. but they’re a little more prepared. (jack has a fucking gameplan, based on everything that went wrong with ian. he’s got schedules for their skype dates. he’s ready to make this thing work forever)

(and it does.)

#zimbits #check please! #otp: hit me like a ray of sun #anna writes things

[kentparsonbirthdaybash]

Kent Parson’s Birthday Bash 2017 Masterpost

Hello wonderful people! 

All participants should have received a gift today, so we’re ready to publish our masterpost of every fic produced for the challenge. Woohoo! We know you guys are reading like mad already and we’re excited to see the level of interaction and love going around. Remember to leave comments and kudos galore for all the wonderful creators!

You can access the AO3 challenge here at any time.

This masterpost list is organized alphabetically by recipient and will be updated on July 10th after author reveals! 

All this week, we will also be publishing several smaller posts that will organize fics by ship to make it easy for your shipper heart to find the fics you want! 

Thanks for much for participating in the challenge this year. It’s been a blast & we’ll see you next year!

Happy birthday, Kent Parson! 

Best,

@whiskeytangofrogman & @iamneversleepingagain

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? for achilleees: drive on through the night (back home) (Rated T, Pimms, 5.1k): They’re not the same people they were in the Q, with hockey looming over their heads. They’re better.

? for aj4668: The People Who Leave Us (Rated T, Kent/Ransom and Kent/Swoops and Kent/OMC, 21.5k): Ransom signs with the Aces because they’re as far away as he can get from Boston. He figures that despite their reputation for playing dirty, they’re the most progressive team in the league. He looks over at Kent, whose face is sullen and lost in a house full of people here to be with him. He wonders if someone could know his entire story without him saying more than a few words.

? for allonsyarielle: Something New (Rated G, Patater, 1.6k): When Kent bumps into Alexei Mashkov at his favourite brunch place, he finds something very unexpected, something he'd almost given up on.

? for alpha_exodus: spring (Rated T, BittyParse, 22k): Sometimes Kent sits on the floor by the windows of his apartment and feels inexplicably lonely in a city seeking glory and affection, lets his heart feel full of things lost and yet to be found, and hopes for better things to come.

? for alwaysbuddy: About Time (Rated T, Pimms, 3.5k):“You sure you're ready?” Kent asked, looking up at Jack. “Kenny, I’m sure. You don't have to keep asking, okay? I want to do this with you,” Jack assured him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Okay,” Kent echoed, laying his head on Jack’s chest, his fingers lacing through Jack’s. “Almost doesn't feel real, you know? Like, we’ve had to hide for so long and we just--won’t have to anymore.” “It'll be good,” Jack said, squeezing Kent’s hand. “It'll be fucking amazing, that's what it'll be,” Kent said, his lips stretching into a grin. “You just had to one up me,” Jack teased. “Always.”

? for asimpleline18: three (Rated T, Kent/Tater/Snowy, 1.5k): Three's a crowd -- or is it?

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? for bittyybee: You Look Pretty Good Down Here (But You Ain’t Really Good) (Rated E, PB&J, 5.6k): Jack finds himself a little overwhelmed at his first BDSM kink party. Luckily, Kent and Bitty are there to show him the ropes.

? for blazeofglory: the fires we started (Rated E, Pimms, 6.1k): “How long?” Kent asks. He won’t look at Jack. He won’t. There’s a pause. “Since.” Jack doesn’t look at him either. “Since then.” Since you.

? for blindinglights: Cherry Pie: 50 min @ 425F (Rated E, PB&J, 2.2k): “Yeah. You want in, Zimms? Or should we get a room?” “Both?” Jack asked, looking to Bitty. “Both,” Bitty breathed. “Both is good.”

? for blithelybonny: you got me wanting you (Rated E, Nursey/Kent/Dex, 11.3k): “Kent – Parson?” Dex said, kind of a squeak. “Like…” “How many Kent Parsons you know of?” Nursey said. “Yeah, Parson. Number one celeb crush. I’m mad into that douche-ass smirk, man.”

? for blue_rocket_frost: (jealousy) get the best of me (Rated T, Pimms, 4.6k): There’s a familiar couple with warm smiles and crinkled eyes standing at the airport outside his gate with a giant sign sporting his name, and Alicia Zimmermann gives Kent the biggest, warmest hug he’s had off the hockey rink in years. Kent forgot how much he missed that. How much he missed them. In the excitement of it all, Kent forgets a very, very important thing about Bad Bob Zimmermann. Bad Bob Zimmermann is a terrible meddler.

? for bookwyrmling: Hold Me in Your Heart (Rated T, Kent & Zimmerparents, 7.6k): Kent Parson doesn’t need another dad. His own was bad enough. He and his sister have gotten along just fine without one ever since his mom finally kicked that piece of s*** out once and for all. He definitely doesn’t need some ex-hockey star pretending to be a dad to him.

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? for cablesscutie: Some Days are Harder Than Others (Rated T, Patater, 1k): "Shit." Just when Kent was about to make a call back, the time and date hit him. It was his God damn birthday and he had a party and he's pretty sure he fucked up something. Kent has doubts about himself and lacks confidence, thankfully he always his goof of a boyfriend Tater there with him.

? for cambo: Not Quite Singing in Perfect Harmony (Rated T, Pimms and pre-PB&J, 27.1k): Bitty held up his phone with one hand and rubbed his eye with the other. “Kent Parson is engaged?” “Kent’s engaged,” Jack said. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Happy for him? Surprised? Something else? Bitty looked over at Jack and sighed. “Invite him to dinner,” he said.

? for carsonphillips: Breathe You In (Rated T, Patater and Kent/Swoops, 42.9k): "Don't hide away from me like this, Zimms. You don’t smell it?" The Soulmate Smell, people liked to call it. Scientifically, it was just pheromones, compatible people heightening each other’s sense of smell, to suss each other out like bloodhounds sniffing down their target. "Smell what Kenny? I didn't smell anything." "Don't lie to me!" Kent snaps. -- A soulmate AU where you can smell your soulmate from across the room, but not pinpoint who it is, and Kent tries to find out who he's smelling on the ice.

? for checkthanks: A long flight (Unrated, Kent/Swoops, Art): Fanart of Kenny and Swoops on a long flight home.

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? for daydoodles: someone you maybe might love (Rated T, Pimms, 1.4k): Jack and Kent: the three happy years before the draft.

? for dogstarblack: the start of something (Rated T, Kent/Swoops, 20.3k): The story of how Jeff Troy became, at first, Kent Parson’s linemate, then his friend, and eventually something more than that.

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? for eden22: Starved (Rated M, BittyParse, 16.3k): Kent suffers a career ending injury in a game against the Caps, forcing him to hang up his jersey for good. Now he must learn to cope with the loss of his past life and decide what to make of himself without hockey to define him. Lucky for him, help can be found in unexpected places.

? for entirely_too_tall: Something Sweet (Rated T, Pimms and Patater, 5.9k): When the media asks Kent what he was feeling as Mrs. Durand drove him to the Colisée Financière Sun Life for his first day with the Rimouski Océanic, he feeds them a cocktail of emotions: excitement, nervousness, and determination all at once. He isn’t lying—he was feeling those things—but his feelings were pushed to the back of his mind in favor of the Smell. The closer he got to the rink, the more detail he could pick up: freshly mown grass, fir, birch, lilac, and upon stepping into the rink, Kent swears he can smell maple syrup.

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? for fieldofdiabolicalbutlovelykillers: Player 15 (Rated E, BittyParse, 20.4k): A list of things that Kent Parson definitely isn't: 1. He definitely isn't worried that the Aces just drafted Eric Bittle because he's a younger, faster version of Kent 2. He definitely isn't bitter and jealous that Bittle got Jack and Kent didn't 3. He definitely isn't falling for him

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? for goldstandard: Moving in Slow Motion (Rated E, BittyParse, 8.6k): Bitty's room is overbooked at orientation, which means he has to stay in the only available bed left. But that bed is in the RA's room, and the RA in question happens to be Kent Parson.

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? for imamaryanne: Yer a Wizard, Parser! (Rated T, Kent/OMC, 8.5k): Sure, Kent Parson is gay. But that’s not his biggest secret.

? for immarcesibility: aftermath (Rated T, Pimms, 1k): Jack and Kent meet up years later, and talk about what went wrong.

? for iprotectkennyp: Avocado Toast (Rated T, Kent/Snowy, 1.1k): “You won’t tell anyone, right?” “That you write romantic poetry or that you’re gay? In which Kent is oblivious as usual.

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? for jacksbits: Best Birthday(s) Ever (Rated E, PB&J, 1.8k): Snippets of Kent's birthday through the years. He's not always around, but he's always on Jack's mind.

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? for ladymars: always gold (Rated G, Kent/Nursey, 6.1k): Derek looks like fall; the good parts of it, at least, when the sun is shining through the cracks of red and orange trees, when everything is just a little softer and warmer and nicer. Kent always liked fall best, anyway. Or: the one where Kent and Derek both visit the park every morning to watch the sunrise, and their lives become infinitely more intertwined.

? for lautjuh1: Land of Wishing Wells (Rated E, Patater, 9.6k): Somehow Kent goes from dateless to Jack and Bitty’s wedding to going to it with Alexei Mashkov. Not a real date. No, they’ll play fake boyfriends, and then somehow break up after the wedding. He’s not even sure how or if they can pull it off, but Alexei is dead set on it working.

? for lydiastjames: we should just kiss (like real people do) (Rated T, Kent/Swoops, 6.7k): In which Kent Parson has a cat who keeps secrets from him, and a crush on a teammate that isn't much of a secret anymore.

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? for madameofmusic: [pending]

? for mahons_ondine: With a Thousand Sweet Kisses (Rated T, BittyParse, 7.2k): Ten times Kent kisses a boy.

? for manhattanproject: A Timid Love Beneath The Skin (Rated T, Pimms and pre-PB&J, 7.2k): “You should go see a trainer about your shoulder,” Jack says, voice low, approaching Parse’s side at the bar. Parse’s head snaps up. “What are—well, hello to you, too. Jesus Christ, Jack.” Or, Parse gets injured during the All-Star Game, and Jack tries to make him go see a trainer. Things escalate. To... massages?

? for mcbangle: It’s About Forgiveness (Rated T, Kent/Swoops, 6.1k): Kent stares at his phone. He reads the text three times. He checks the name of the sender five times. It’s a text from Jack, who, outside of saying ‘good game’, he hasn’t talked to in six years.

? for minyrrds: Crossing the Line (Unrated, Kent/Swoops, 1.1k): Kent Parson resolved to get over his longstanding crush on his straight teammate long ago. Luckily for him, he was never successful.

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? for niesbixby: find me somebody to love (Rated T, Kent/OMC and Kent/OFC, 12.6k): Kent Parson has it all. Money, fame, looks, you name it. The only thing missing in his life? A relationship. He has been single for longer than he likes to admit, and he's turned into the crankiest old person because of it. Of course, his friends notice that, so they do the only thing they know will help: Set Kent up on dates. The only problem? Kent is picky as fuck.

? for nightswatch: hesitate (Rated T, Kent/Swoops, 2.8k): “Is this your way of showing love? By insulting me?” That actually makes Jeff pause. He considers giving Kent a hint, at least a chirp at the weird swooping his stomach did. “Nah I just like insulting you to insult you.”  (Wherein it takes playing at different teams for these two to get together.)

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? for oldlace: Might as Well Swim (Rated M, Pimms, 2.5k): Kent and Jack find themselves at the All Star Game together for the first time.

? for omgpieplease: Displaying Our Love (Rated E, PB&J, 4.9k): Kent receives a suggestive snap from Bitty. Jack doesn't have sex during the playoffs. Both of these things lead to one of the best nights of Kent's life.

? for originally: you could be happy (and i won’t know) (Rated T, Kent/Swoops, 10k): The year he turns 26, Kent Parson renews his contract, comes out and figures out how to talk about his feelings. It's a steep learning curve.

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? for palateens: Meet Me When You’re Over Yourself (Rated T, Nursey/Kent and Shitty/Lardo/Kent, 4.1k): Meeting your soulmate is a choice. Some people make it more easily than others.

? for poisonousflower3: A Soft Place to Fall (Rated E, Patater, 2.3k): “I have surprise for you, Kenny,” Alexei whispered against Kent’s collarbone. The certain surprise was burning a hole in his suitcase, mocking him every time he grabbed clothes for the day. Alexei wanted to wait until Kent’s actual birthday to use it, and the wait had slowly been driving him crazy.

? for potrix: Chirping Kent Parson (Rated T, Patater, 3.7k): “I’m just--” Kent fumbled for an explanation for his behavior. The only father-figure he'd ever had was judging him for his culinary skills, his first love was flirting with his new boyfriend ten feet to his left, and said boyfriend was looking at Kent like he ran over his dog. Too much. Too ridiculous. Instead, Kent settled with changing the conversation. “What are you making, anyway?” “I make surprise dish. Rat stew. No ingredient but is okay, since you are here. Judges will be very surprised.”

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? for redporkpadthai: Puerto Vallarta (Rated T, BittyParse, 2k): It's been five years since they met in a whirlwind vacation fling and five years since they began dating. Bitty wants to make sure the next five years, and much longer, start off on the right foot.

? for ronanlynchisneversleepingagain: Ace Observation (Rated T, Kent/Swoops, 7.3k): Alternatively Titled: Tyler Frye Gets His Groove On

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? for sohini96: Patater Cuddling (Rated G, Patater, Art): A quiet morning spent cuddling on the couch.

? for staunchlyanonymous: To Fall Down at Your Door (Rated T, Pimms, 3.3k): Kent Parson is pretty sure he's completely ruined the best friendship he will ever have, and he runs from that knowledge. It takes him four years to find out just how wrong, and also how right he was.

? for summerfrost: Bed and Breakfast (Rated M, PB&J, Art): Kent's birthday celebration starts a bit early and continues the following morning.

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? for takumiismypatronus: It’s Magic (Rated T, Kent/OMC, 12.6k): In 2001, Kent Parson reluctantly goes to see the first Harry Potter movie with his sister. He has no idea how much being a Harry Potter fan will change his life, even years later.

? for theunvanquishedzims: :3 (Rated G, Gen, Art): Kent is a cat burglar who has a friendly acquaintanceship with other villains he sees around town, at least until a bunny-themed burglar starts showing him up. Time to teach bunny-boy a lesson... if Kent can catch him, that is. (And does stopping a thief make you a hero? Oh no. Oops.)

? for ticktockclockwork: There For You (Rated M, BittyParse, 4.8k): Eric is a DJ rising through the gay club scene in Las Vegas when he and Kent Parson fall in love after Kent becomes the first openly gay player in the NHL. They start to fit into each others' lives until Kent makes a mistake because of his own insecurities. Can they fix it before they drift too far apart?

? for topieornottopie: The Proud and the Prejudiced (Rated M, Patater, 5.1k): “Don’t ruin pretty face,” a familiar, accented voice drawls. “It's only thing you have going for you.” “Fuck off, Mashkov,” Kent barks back automatically before he stills, and then slowly turns around to face the other man. “Mashkov? What the fuck are you doing here?” Kent has annoying but well-meaning friends, a lot of (internalized) issues, and a mild pretty bad swearing problem. But he gets to kiss a hot guy at Pride, so there's that.

? for tragedyistheirs: Friends In Low Places (Rated T, Patater, 4.8k): “Hey, Mashkov,” Kent says, “who do I gotta blow to get a drink around here?”

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