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kitthepurplepotato · 4 months

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Chapter 2 - Smile for me, Red.

Summary: Kirishima comes to collect his usual coffee with a worn down, fake smile on his face. Y/N’s having none of it.

I know I said the next chapter will come in two weeks, but you guys sent me so much love I can’t help but post another one. The next one will be late, though!

Warnings: Swear words

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“Did you just come in through window?” You deadpan as your himbo of an uncle sneaks in through the manager’s office window, ten minutes late.

“Didn’t want people to see me.” The old man sighs as the plops down on the nearest chair.

“You shouldn’t have put your signature on the wall then.” You raise your brows and your manager nods approvingly. “Also, Red Riot works next door. He won’t be much of a help to the society if he dies in a heart failure after seeing you sneaking around their private parking spot.”

“How did the boy like the present, Y/N?” Crimson Riot winks, his hair just as obnoxious and spiky as always; okay you have no right to say anything about his hair as your own is the same color, but still, those spikes might have worked when he was 30, but they aren’t working now. “I can’t believe my little girl finally met her crush. Do you remember, when…” Your uncle is about to start reminiscing but you ain’t having any of that.

“This is a work meeting, Uncle. I know you hate talking about numbers but you are the fucking owner so shut up and listen to my manager.” You sigh, already knowing he’ll try to change the topic again as soon as the meeting actually starts.

Okay, so here’s the deal: your uncle is like a second dad to you. Why? Because your mom and dad are both businessmen and they travel around a lot which made your retired uncle your almost full time babysitter after you grew up enough to be able to move around and exist without choking on air. Your parents love you, you know that but they live for their jobs.

Watching the school festival in the TV was one of your favorite things to do with your uncle; he adores seeing the young heroes challenging each other without the putrid smell of death lurking around the corner; being a hero can be quite fun when you are still in school but the real deal is nothing like the silly little work studies; it’s gruesome and cruel, full of blood and loss, but watching these young students fight so seriously for nothing but a gold medal kinda makes you forget about all of the dark side for a second and just enjoy the show.

You were around fourteen or fifteen when the young, sturdy hero wannabe appeared on the screen for the first time; his passion and positive attitude caught both of your eyes right away and it didn’t take long before the word went around about the boy being a massive Crimson Riot fan so needless to say, you two spent most of your time searching the internet for more information about the young boy and eventually, this became a family tradition every time you had to spend the night at your uncle’s house. First, it was only tiny articles you could find, but eventually as he got older there were full interviews available for you to watch with your uncle after a shitty day at work. You don’t come by his house that often anymore, but when you do, Red Riot always comes up. The story your uncle was about to tell is probably about you having an absolute crush on the boy when you first saw him on the screen; you remember getting really flustered by his adorable smile, shark teeth and all. Crimson Riot always liked to joke about how funny it would be to have Red Riot join your little family and you always yelled and laughed at your silly uncle for being ridiculous, but seeing him in really life really made you question if your uncle secretly wanted you two to meet and make your dreams a reality, hence why the cafe ended up to be so close to their agency.

Also, it’s not like you actually had a crush on him; maybe when you were 15 you really did crush on the boy but now you are 25 and definitely way past the celebrity crush phase; you two kept up your tradition and watched his interviews every week, but it was more of a habit than anything else.

The meeting doesn’t take long; your manager mumbles out a bunch of numbers then after one look at your uncle’s confused face she realizes that “the big boss” did not check his e-mails this week so she tells him that the business is going well and that’s enough for him to leave your manager alone for another week or so. He doesn’t really care about the money anyway; having a cafe was on his bucket list so he made it happen and he really doesn’t give a fuck about the rest until he’s not actually loosing money on it. This whole meeting isn’t really necessary to be honest but it’s a way for him to feel included; he doesn’t want anyone to know his connection to the cafe so he can’t really lurk around during opening hours. It’s quite silly as the name of the coffee shop literally has his name in it, but to be fair, he’s been retired for a decade, no one really gives enough fucks to put one and two together. Except Red Riot, but he’s too busy being an excited golden retriever to question how did you manage to get him a signature so soon.

“Okay, it’s almost opening time, let’s get shit done.” You sigh, not ready for another 12 hour shift.

Why do you work so much? The answer is really easy; you have nothing else to do. Yes, quite sad. Now let’s move on.

“Language!” Your manager reprimands but you only roll your eyes at that; you’ll never understand why are people so obsessed with swear words. They are just words. They are completely harmless.

Red Riot appears a few minutes after the doors open; he doesn’t jump around this time, doesn’t even look at his favorite poster, just comes straight to the counter with the fakest smile on his tired, but handsome face.

Oh no.

First of all, Red Riot being sad? That’s unacceptable. That guy is a ray of sunshine all the time, you swear you can see a trail of rainbow coming out of his gorgeous and juicy ass as he skips towards his agency every day.

Second of all, how dare he look so fucking handsome even with those massive Gucci bags under his eyes? How dare he make you feel like you need to smush his face between your boobs until he gives you that typical shark-smile you adore so much?

Oh man, you are so gone. So fucking gone and the man in front of you has no fucking idea about it.

“Can I have my usual, please?”

“No.” Red Riot looks gobsmacked. He’s clearly not in the mood for teasing but he schools his face anyway; he tries to laugh it off, he really tries, but he can’t hide the sadness in his eyes. “Not until you tell me who made my favorite customer look so miserable. I need to start plotting a murder here, fella.” You mumble to him in a baby voice. Your upper body is basically laying on the counter at this point; you try to get as close to the red haired hero as humanly possible without being too obvious. Well, this is already extremely obvious but you have a feeling you could kiss this man on the mouth and he would still think you are just being friendly. Silly boy.

“You can’t murder something that doesn’t exist, Y/N.” He tries to smile again and fails miserably.

“It’s all in your head, isn’t it?” You mumble to yourself, but he jumps into your sentence.

“No, I mean there is no problem, I don’t know what you are talking about! Can I have my coffee? Please?” The redhead begs, but you can’t let this go. This man won’t leave this shop until he gives you a real smile.

“There is a lot of things I hate you know, but what I hate the most is when someone I care about lies into my face.” You retort angrily. “But I will give you another chance to redeem yourself by asking this: what can a poor little barista do for you to make that smile on your face a real one?” You can’t help it; your hand reaches out to the two sides of his lips and you push the skin up to force him to “smile”. His cheeks redden from the sudden closeness and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. “I’m a good listener, you know. I also give good advice. This is also the perfect opportunity for you to say that a date with me would cheer you up. I’m just saying!” You finally let him go. Damn, thank god for your poker face because deep inside, you are absolutely freaking out about how close you were to him just a second ago. He smelled so fucking nice, quite strong but there is a hint of sweetness to it which you absolutely love.

“I… I think… that… maybe…” The man stutters adorably, his whole face as red as a lobster. “I just need a …hug? I might cry a bit though. I feel a bit lonely today plus I had a nightmare and…” You don’t wait for him to finish his sentence. You jump right through the stupid counter; you did get some training from your uncle so you are more than capable to do all kind of tricks like that; then run right into the stupidly tall man’s arms.

First, he just stands in one place, his arms hanging by his sides as you cuddle into his humongous chest; then slowly, he lets the facade crumble. There are tiny sniffles coming from the redhead as he finally puts his arms around you; the hug is tight, almost suffocating, but fuck if it doesn’t feel amazing. You are not sure if it’s him who needed that or it was just you.

“Stop being so nice to me, I’ll fall in love with you.” He mumbles into your ears; you can feel the goosebumps going down your spine from his husky voice.

“Stop lying to yourself, Red, you are already in love with me.” You giggle as you leave a cheeky kiss on the man’s chin to make sure he has something else to think about today.

“Guilty as charged.” Red Riot’s signature grin is finally back and damn if it doesn’t hit differently from this angle. Your heart has a really hard time with the fact that he didn’t even try to deny his crush on you.

“Go to work, Red.” You smile at the hero and make your way back to finally make his coffee. “On the house.” You give him his latte, but not before you leave a tiny kiss on the redheads cheek. “And this too.” You smile at him fondly.

“Amazing customer service. 10/10. Tell your manager to give you a raise. Or something. Yeah. Uhm. Bye.”

You’ll never forget his manic grin as he ran out of the door and went the wrong way by accident. He almost head butted a pole as well.

Fucking hell, you absolutely adore this man.

Is it a crush? Is it love? Or is it just fondness? You have no idea. One thing for sure; you can’t wait to meet him again tomorrow.

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Kirishima is in pieces.

He got a hug from his favorite barista. And a kiss. On his chin. And his cheeks… fuck, that’s two whole kisses. Not one, but two. And a hug.

Did he say, he got two whole kisses today?

Oh. He did.

Well, he will say it again.

Kirishima Eijirou just got a kiss from the most amazing girl in the whole city.

Who did?

He did.

“Wake the fuck up, Eijirou!” Katsuki yells into his face, the violent action topped up with a not-too-sneaky explosion attack, but even that’s not enough for him to completely get out of it; he stares at the lovely coffee in his hands, caramel latte with extra whip cream and chocolate shreds.

You know who made this coffee for him? The girl who kissed him. She did. Kiss him. On the cheek. And on his chin. Two kisses. Two.

Ahh, what a day to be a guy named Kirishima Eijirou.

What a day indeed.

“Katsuki, I think I’m having a fat ass crush.”

“Fucking marvelous, now can you give me the fucking agency stamp before I explode you through your asshole?” Katsuki sighs.

Kirishima is so proud of his bro. He’s been through a lot this year; he’s lost his assistant (no, she’s not dead, just pregnant. No, not from Katsuki, you cheeky bastard.) then got a new one he fell in love with, then he almost lost that person due to a quirk accident. Oh, and he almost died due to a quirk called “anguish” that makes you relive your worst nightmares until you give up and decide death is much better than the suffering that comes with it.

If that’s not enough, Katsuki’s feelings were reciprocated and Katsuki is basically a married man now who wakes up early every day to pack two bentos for his fiancé and himself, sometimes three when he feels generous towards his best bro. Katsuki is still his own, explosive self, don’t get Kirishima wrong; but he’s also much more emotional, much more patient when it comes to Kirishima’s silly flaws. He loved the old Katsuki just as much as he loves this one but he does feel like they’ve got much closer since Katsuki managed to open up to the world a bit more. He’s so proud of his best buddy.

“Sorry, bro.” Kirishima smiles at his best bud with nothing but fondness. Katsuki only rolls his eyes.

“So… how is she? Or he. Or whatever. They. Dunno.” He mutters and Kirishima perks up right away; his bestie is so open-minded, goddamit!

“She’s beautiful and kind. She smells really nice. She teases me all the time and doesn’t even see me as a man I think, but every single moment with her feels like a gift.”

Katsuki doesn’t say anything first, he just looks at Kirishima, searching for something; Kirishima has no idea what he’s looking for.

“You know there is one thing I realized since I… uhm. Fell in love or whatever…”

“Yeah?”

“No one will be able to love you if you can’t even love yourself.” Katsuki retorts with his ears tinted red. “So work on that before you do anything stupid.”

Hm. Love yourself. Kirishima can do a lot of things, but self-love ain’t one of them. Self-hatred? Kirishima is secretly a pro at that. Self-pity? He’s number one at that as well.

But self-love? Zero points.

He has a long way to go before he can ask the girl of his dreams on a date then.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Wow, this chapter was so short! Sorry about that! The chapters will get longer as the story develops by the way, so don’t worry :D

- Thank you so much for all the love on the first chapter, I couldn’t fucking believe it, to be honest. I literally thought no one will respond to it, yet it got hundred likes in less than a week. Thank you so much, you actually made me tear up. I hope you will like this story until the end! 💜

TL (how is this so long already, I love you guys so much, honestly!): @porusuniverse @sixxze @unofficialmuilover @cheesenmax @readingfan @sammmm29 @pwinglez1 @happydragonfrog @magicalhandsherringclam @lovingnightharmony @theequeenofcurses @kirishima-eijirock @nerinefy

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #kirishima x reader #Kirishima Eijirou x reader #kirishima eijirou x y/n #kirishima eijirou x you #Kirishima Eijirou #Kirishima #red riot x reader #red riot x you

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fancychaostraveller · 2 months

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ReviveCherik2024 - Cooking

For the #ReviveCherik2024 Day11 : AU - Day26 : Cooking, based on @clockwork-stars's astonishing culinary talents !

The AU is set on a modern!Uni -verse where Erik and Charles met on a protest thanks to Raven, Charles' sister, that is in Erik's brotherhood.

Erik is fighting for mutants' rights by organising protests across the city and sometimes escalating (obviously because of the policemen, he says), and also leading riots when "It is necessary". He is not against breaking government stuff if those can be used against mutants, and have quite a group of followers (and his most trusted form the Brotherhood, which is more of the 'Hardcore rioting club' than anything hazardous) (Ps : Edie Lenhsherr is still alive!!! She also supports his son and taught him how to sew so he could make himself his Magneto suit)

Charles on the other hand can be found at peaceful protest, but he mainly persuades his scientific degree to prove to the world they are not so different and educate people. He also doubles as "TA" for younger mutant students to help them control their powers if needs arise. Charles knows about Erik's "Club" and is unconvinced by it.

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Magneto was looking over his Brotherhood, quite bored if he had to say so himself. Their 'meeting' -if you could even name it that- had started what feels like hours ago -a good 15min- and they were getting nowhere.

He looked across the room and threw an exasperate glance at Mystique, who was clearly laughing at him mentally. He admittedly had been the one to insist for a weekly reunion, but he hadn't thought it would end up being so mundane and repetitive. Was it his fault if he had expected grand bravado operations, explosions, spying and all those great things we see in movies nowaday?

He could nearly hear Charles nagging about it in his mind -Probably because he had been nagged telepathically a bit too often.- "Eril we're not in a movie and I will certainly not call you 'Magneto' when you're wearing that dreadful helmet and cape. Where did you even find those??? You should focus on peaceful protest, or else humans will truly fear us!" He repressed a sigh, annoyed but quite fond of the man that had managed to somehow -and it's a miracle when we take account of all the tweed the other was wearing- steal his heart.

He was snapped out of his thought by the sudden buzzing coming out of his pocket.

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

He frowned. "Who in Hell..." All of his Brotherhood were present in the room. So, no one could be calling his burner phone. And no one else had this number, except his mom, just in case of emergency (and anyway, she was more likely to call his regular phone) or....

A sense of dreed washed over him. The only other person who had this number was Charles!

As soon as the realisation was made, his phone quite literally flew out of his pocket thanks to his power and he was taking the call, speaking sharply : '- What's wrong?'

A silence answered him for a few seconds -too many already- and then he heard Charles (His Charles, thank G-d) clearig his throat :

"...Erm.... Erik? I..... I swear to God it's not my fault"

Embarassment and... Guilt(?) were laced in Charles' tone, and Eri- Magneto's face suddently morphed into a deadpanned expression, feeling all his previous worries evaporate. Because there was only one situation where Charles would speak like that. Oh L-rd.

'- What have you done?' he asked.

"I was cocking rice right? And before you ask, no I didn't add too much wa- Oh bOllOCkS"

More chatter could be heard throught the phone, and a quick glace toward his Brotherhood showed him that Mystique had too understood what her brother was up too. Unfortunately. He vagelly heard her muttered a "Is he burning the house down AGAIN???" before registering what else Charles had to say :

"WHY does it smell like burned food??? All I did was boiling water!!"

'- I told you not to cook by yourself...' was his only answer, voice as blank and emotionless as his face.

"It's literally just rice!" Charles answered cheeckily as if he wasn't burning down the house at this exact moment.

Erik had a sudden thought, imagining Charles sitting outside their shared flat burning down, with a stubborn expression that could read "I don't get it, my cooking skill are not that bad" even if the fireworkers were called on site. And then he sighed, and called off the meeting.

And yes, @clockwork-stars is this bad at cooking rice. We told them everything to know to cook better rice after that and they still can't do it- But they manage pasta so I mean they won't die of hunger any time soon don't worry

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #magneto #professor x #x men #xmen #cherik memes #they're so silly #revivecherik #my fic #my art #charles xavier is a disaster #bad cooking #“What do you mean you need to wash your rice”#Erik is so done #He loves him #trigger warning : magenta and red outfit

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chaosduckies · 3 months

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Restoration (Chapter 3)

I have no idea how I keep making the chapters even longer. I just somehow do. But, enjoy!

Word Count: 4,600

CW: Fear, mentions of death, panic attacks, reference to someone as an “it”, overthinking, slight trigger warnings

3-Nathan

When my mom finally came home from work yesterday, I was expecting her to get her plate of dinner and sit down on the couch putting on The Golden Girls like she usually does. What I wasn’t expecting was that she’d be getting a call from my teacher Mrs. Kay. The worst part about it was that they acted like they were such friends. Joking around and laughing. Had they even met each other? Most likely if my mom had kept it a secret that Mrs. Kay actually knew what happened to us in the past. Was mom the one who put me in that horrid class? No, she wouldn’t do anything against my will. Not unless she knew I would be ready for it.

They had talked on the phone for what seemed like hours. I was guessing Mrs. Kay was asking questions about me since my mom had mentioned me multiple times in their conversation, but I was raised not to ever eavesdrop. As I would be punished accordingly. But I wasn’t in that hell hole anymore. And I guess my fear was still pretty bad if I still thought I would be tortured for listening in on a conversation. What made anyone think I could even go to school with giants?

When I had woken up the next morning, it was to the sweet smell of my moms famous pancakes. The one dad always loved before we were kidnapped. I cringed at the thought, but forced myself out of bed and ready for the day, putting on a light purple shirt with a button up, blue sweater my mom bought me last month, and black jeans. I never wear anything that shows my arms. For good reason too.

I rushed down to the kitchen, where my mom had already place my plate on the very right edge of the kitchen island, giving a happy smile to me, “Morning, Sweetie.”

“What the occasion mom?” I laughed, taking my seat and staring down the pancake on my plate. She had always made them the best. Incomparable to even IHop’s pancakes.

“Oh well, I’m sure you can guess why. Last night I was told you were doing a little project with someone. As far as I knew you hadn’t made any friends, so I was getting worried, but now I know you were just embarrassed to tell me.” She giggled. What? Was she talking about Ryker. Oh no. No. Nononono. Not in a million years would I ever trust a giant ever again. Not after what they put my mom and I through.

“N-No! We’re not f-f-friends.” I stuttered, suddenly feeling bad for saying it out loud. Why? I was only speaking the truth. But that didn’t leave a very satisfying taste in my mouth once the words rolled of my tongue.

“Nate, your teacher told me some interesting things about that boy. Ryder was it? He really does sound like a nice guy. Maybe give him a chance? I know it’s hard for you honey.” She hugged me, her grip loose and weak, and planted a kiss on my forehead, giving a sad smile before digging into her breakfast. Now even my mom was saying that he was really nice. How was I supposed to believe that? For all I know all of those acts could have been acting. The little incident at lunch, him trying to talk to me, what if he was just trying to gain my trust to eventually backstab me? Just the thought was making my hands sake as I reached for my fork. I’d only have to hope that today doesn’t go wrong.

Mrs. Kay had told Ryker and I before we left to meet in her room, or more specifically the little office that was in her classroom. It was right by the many newsletters and papers that hung on to the wall presenting various fights and political issues in the city. I try not to pay attention, but we all knew that there was a growing number of riots all around from bother giants and humans.

I headed into her room, seeing that her room was crowded with what seemed like hundred of other students trying to find their partner. I was almost stepped on a few times had I not been practically running to get to the mini office in the back of the classroom. I guess that was just pure luck. Now I just have to hope that that luck pays off in here.

Inside, there was a teacher desk where currently my teacher was sitting at, looking at something on her computer. I turned my gaze somewhere else, seeing that there were two student desks, both with the same elevators for a human to get on top of one. Ryker was sitting at the one on the far right. There were piles of paper on the floor that looked like it needed to be read through and put in order and graded, and some magazines with a picture of one of the people from the riots on the front cover.

A quick glance back to the crowded room, and I was now face first with the elevator I was guessing I was supposed to take. Mrs. Kay nor Ryker even knew I was here, so if I wanted to back out and hide in the bathroom, now would be the time. Let’s see, if I did decide to hide in restrooms, someone is bound to find me and take me to the principal, but at least I wouldn’t be taken around everywhere like some pet, but my mom would hear about it and she would be mad at me. If I didn’t hide, Ryker would most likely try to keep talking to me and eventually forget I was even there. Maybe. If he doesn’t forget I’m there, he might want to mess around with my like I’m some kind of toy or plaything.

Both options were equally as bad. A tough decision to make, but I don’t exactly want my mother to have gone through all of this trouble for me to have a “normal” life, just for me to quit not even a quarter of the way through. That was cruel. But on the other hand, it would be even more cruel to be subdued to that same torture for who knows how long again. Forget it. Everyone’s going through all of this just for me, so I’ll make sure it’s not in vain. Maybe. If I can get through this.

I walked into the elevator, hand hovering over the same dreadful button I see everyday. I suck in a deep breath, pressing the buttons before changing my mind, and instantly regretting every single one of my choices. Wouldn’t I just be bothering these people? Ryker wouldn’t be bothered by me? As far as I know he’s already frustrated with me not even talking to him, and now I have to stick with him the entire school day in order for me to make it out alive. Maybe even literally.

Unconsciously, I pressed my back up against the back elevator wall, sliding down and holding my head between my knees. Everything felt dizzy, and it wasn’t because of my fear of heights. Was I having a panic attack? No, I would be breathing harder and I wouldn’t be able to think. It was just a little breakdown. In front of my teacher and potential kidnapper. Great introduction for the first day, Nathan. I hissed in my head, trying to stand back up, using the railing to hold myself up on shaky legs. There were a pair of eyes on me, and oddly enough it didn’t feel like a stab right to my back. No time to think about that when I was struggling to just keep my balance.

After struggling to regain my balance, I looked out where the elevator gate was open, revealing a huge black box I’m pretty sure was Ryker’s phone, his hand grabbing it and stuffing it in his pocket. I let out a quiet squeak as his hand moved fast, making me instinctively move back, and once again my back was pressed up against the wall. I made the wrong decision.

My heart was beating fast, and my thoughts were all jumbled up. Any chance of thinking clearly was gone, and now I was trapped inside the elevator unless they wanted to force me out. How can I become friends with someone who was much, much bigger than I was? Would he even want to? Or was he like those sadistic jerks that just want to mess around and act like we were just toys?

There were muffled voices outside, but I wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying, more worried about how I would get out of here. I had calmed down enough to somewhat get thoughts through. If I make a run for it they could easily stop me. If I don't’ run they’ll force me out and punish me for not listening. Wait no- It’s a school why would they hurt a student? Were they even allowed to? Oh wait that’s off topic-

“Hey, um, Nathan? Are you okay?” It was Ryker’s voice. Just as soft as I remember. Too bad I was not in any condition to answer. I most definitely was not okay. Not in the least, and yet I still somehow found myself in this situation. If anything, him knowing I was there only made my heart race faster and my trembling even more severe.

The room stayed silent for a while as I calmed myself down. The first bell rang, signaling that there were five minutes until first period started, and I immediacy felt regret. I was going to make him late because I couldn’t even make it past this stupid elevator. Great. Even more guilt. But even more of a reason for me to get out. I was calmed down enough, and surprisingly I didn’t have a complete panic attack. Now the only thing I have to get past was how he would be carrying me.

Taking one step at a time, I made my way to right in front of Ryker, occasionally tripping over my own feet and catching my balance at the last second, but I made it. I never lifted up my head, scared that I would lose any and all confidence that remained in me if we hade made eye contact. Especially when I had the feeling he would know that I was really, really terrified for my life.

“Ryker? You can handle the rest?” I hear Mrs. Kays ecstatic voice, typing away at her computer. I jumped seeing him move his hand slightly towards me, shutting my eyes tightly and expecting for him to grab me like I used to be, or even dangled in the slightest, but it never came. To my complete and utter shock, he laid his hand palm up on the very edge of the desk, waiting for me to approach. I gulped. I had never done this before.

I had always been grabbed or dangled around, never given the option of being held. It was either in a tight fist that usually resulted in a few broken ribs, or casually being used as a toy for kids. I shuddered at the memory.

Still, this was a surprise. I wasn’t expecting this, and now I felt insecure about how to get on. Do I just jump? Walk? Run? I mean the guy from yesterday had just dragged me on, so this is technically my first time. He just jumped right on. Could I do the same? But Ryker knows Lucky. He doesn’t know me. Maybe only people who Ryker knows are allowed to do that.

Curse my overthinking.

I waited for Ryker to get impatient with me, but it never happened. His hand stayed still, never once reaching for me in anticipation. Maybe a minute had gone by. Th longest minute of my life, but that’s when he eventually gave a sympathetic look towards me, “Have you done this before?” Not willingly, no.

I shook my head almost immediately with no hesitation, feeling terrible for making him wait this long. I dug my head in my hands, feeling all the extra wight of guilt on my shoulders. I’m ruining everything.

“No it’s… it’s fine. Just whatever makes you comfortable.” He told me, a hint of sadness in his tone. What would he sad about?

I took shaky steps to the edge, seeing how I should do this and eventually just walking on. I mean, it worked out, but I fell face first into the fleshy surface. Somehow this wasn’t the first time that I’ve face planted into Ryker’s palm. He let out a chuckle, “You okay?”

How do I even begin to answer? Words were not enough to express the amount of fear that was building up inside me. Not even enough to describe red my face turned from embarrassment. This was the worst feeling ever, but I still managed a weak nod before settling in the center of his hand, trying to stay away from all possible ways to fall down to my imminent death. Not something I would like to enjoy.

He slowly stood up, grabbed his backpack and headed down the hall to his next class that really wasn’t even that far from this one. At least it wasn’t far for him.

There were tons of students in this class, making me feel insecure and tiny. I wasn’t used to being around this many giants. Especially ones that seemed to notice me and give out looks. But they weren’t directed to me. All directed to Ryker, who just sighed and headed to his seat like he didn’t have a care in the world how others looked at him like he was some wild animal. How does he do that?

I was expecting him to just throw me onto the desk, but he let his palm down, letting me get off safely without spraining an ankle or getting the wind knocked out of me. I would have thanked him had I not been terrified. I stood awkwardly on his desk, my thoughts a jumbled up mess. What do I do? I mean of course I have my own work to do on the computers we were given, but I was talking about what do I do now that I was on the desk.

Ryker was pulling out a journal and a book from his backpack and placed them near me, but not so close that I jumped in fear of him dropping that onto me. He glanced in my direction, flashed a smile and dug out whatever else he needed for this class. I looked down, noticing that I was pretty much smack in the middle of his desk. I was in his way.

Before my knees gave out on me, I hurried to the edge of the desk, and forced myself not to look down at the impossible height I was at. I felt stares, but most weren’t directed at me. I groaned to myself, hating the fact that I was being watched. They were just curious, but I’d rather not have to worry about someone constantly having me under their eye. It didn’t feel right.

The final bell rang, and that’s when class had started.

I didn’t even realize how shaky I was until Ryker lightly tapped on the desk in front of me, making me flinch and avert my attention to him. He flashed a sad smile, giving a thumb up as if asking if I was okay. I most definitely was not, but I forced myself to give a shaky nod and pulled out my computer.

Every so often I would jump or react when he had moved to grab something near me or was just flipping a page. I was doing a pretty good job since I haven’t ran off yet. Not that I could without having twenty pairs of eyes on me. Otherwise, everything was going great.

In all honesty, it really wasn’t too bad if I just did the same things over and over again. Ryker took me to his classes, I had somehow never failed to fall face first the second I took a step onto his palm, resulting in him asking if I was okay. During his classes, I moved out of his way before he ended up getting annoyed with me, which I was expecting but never came. Odd. But there was no way I was going to test his patience. It could all go downhill from there.

For lunch, I just sat with at the table Ryker usually sits at, trying to make it easier on him. Both of us never ate lunch apparently. He sat on his phone, while I just finished up some notes from my physics class. He didn’t try to make a conversation with me, only the occasional yes or no questions. If I was okay. Did I want to move. Those sorts of things.

What didn’t sit right with me was how he flashed me sad looks every time I moved away from him or when I jumped. It’s like he felt bad for making me feel scared. Why? It was so weird to see how he cared so much about how I felt when I cared so much about how he felt towards me. Wasn’t he annoyed with having to take care of me? I would be if I had to constantly carry about something that didn’t even look grateful for the help.

The rest of the day was easy. He had his seventh period off, taking us to the library along with four other people who were currently playing Uno. He let me on the ground where there was an entrance to the human side of the library, telling me that I was probably tired of being around him all day and I could have some time alone if I wanted to.

So now here I was in a quiet library where two teachers were talking about something and I just sat here trying to stay calm. Only forty more minutes and I was free. Eight more school days and I wouldn’t have to do this ever again hopefully. Good. I could barely keep up with one day, let alone the rest of the school year? Nope. I do not want that on my to-do list.

It was three minutes before the bell rang, and I decided not to keep Ryker waiting like this morning. It was rude, and I really didn’t want him to be late because I couldn’t even get on his hand without going under a breakdown. I’m just lucky he hasn’t even mentioned anything about this morning.

I walked back into the library, seeing that the people who were playing Uno already left for class while Ryker was sitting down on the couch reading that same book he took out this morning. He didn’t seem bothered at all. Well, that might change after carrying me around for two weeks.

I looked around, trying to find a way to get on the table or really anything to stand up on for him to see me, but there was nothing. There were no elevators in this library. Heck. What do I do now though? The bell’s going to ring soon and Ryker doesn’t even realize. Of course everything has to go downhill right when it’s almost the end of the day. Life hates me.

Yelling was under no circumstance an option. Getting closer to him wasn’t either. I’d just have to hope he realizes soon enough. And luckily, he closes his book and looks towards the door that leads to the human side and sees me. Good. I was not about to yell for him to notice me. Not at all.

He shoved the book in his backpack before standing up and walking slowly towards me, but I couldn’t stop the quiet squeak that escaped my mouth. He was tall. Really, really tall. Even for a giant. How did I not realize this sooner? My breath hitched in my throat as I looked down to the ground. Seeing him sitting at a desk was one thing, but him standing up to his full height while I was on the ground? Not something I wanted to see.

He must have caught on because he crouched down, holding a hand out. Either that or he just wanted to get going. I hurried on, hoping he wouldn’t catch that I was trembling extremely violently.

“Sorry. Were you waiting long?” He asked me. I bit the side of my cheek, shaking my head. I lied.

As soon as the last class of the day started, Mrs. Kay walked in looking cheery as always, “How’d everyone’s day go?” She had asked, earning a few answers from students. Apparently they all had a great time. It’s because they were already friends and used to this.

“I’m glad you all enjoyed it. Today is a free day, so finish up whatever work you have in other classes or talk with your partner. Get to know one another.”

The whole room was bustling with bright conversation while I still couldn’t even say one word to Ryker. A part of me really wanted to. I mean, I was being rude by not actually giving any effort at all to talk, but at the same time I feel like I would just be more annoying to him.

Mrs. Kay came over to us, smiling and keeping her posture as she checked on students as she came down the isle. I winced, already knowing what might happen. She’s going to tell us to talk. Ryker has only asked me simple questions today, and I always either nodded my head or shook it. Meaning I haven’t spoken a single word to him for the week and half. Honestly, I was kind of jealous that others could laugh and joke around with their partners while I couldn’t so much as open my mouth to speak. Some great partner, huh?

“How did today go you two?”

I didn’t bother looking, too embarrassed to answer. Ryker was about to complain to her about everything that was wrong with me and there was nothing I could do about it. Because he isn’t wrong, even if I don’t know what he’ll say. I was weak, pathetic, scared, my bones were even more breakable than a normal humans because of how many times they’ve been broken in the past, I was a lot shorter than the average human, I wasn’t strong. You’re broken. That last thought hangs in the back of my mind and leaves a sour taste on my tongue.

Who knew, maybe he would get an actual partner that could keep a conversation with him. Or to entertain him long enough. Just get me out of here already so I can-

“It was good.” Was all Ryker answered with, and I could somehow hear the smile on his face.

I didn’t know if this was some kind of trick or not, but if it is, then it’s awful. He has to be lying. There has to be something he can say other than “it’s good.” Seriously. I’m pretty sure Ryker grew tired of my at some point in time.

“And how about you Nathan?” The question directed to me.

What do I answer? “I didn’t die?” Or “All my limbs are intact.” Or my body answers for me instead, nodding shakily as I eye the elevator door. Maybe I could get out of here? No one would notice, and as long as Ryker wasn’t looking I could just slip away… No. There’s only about twenty minutes left of class. I can hopefully survive until then.

“Have you two talked at all?” Mrs. Kay asked, a hint of anxiousness in her tone. It’s because she knows from my mom. That’s what my mom was talking to her about. How I reacted to being around giants. Great. Because I needed more people trying to figure out what was wrong with me.

I didn’t bother knowing if Ryker nodded or shook his head. I hated my overthinking. So, so much. All terrible possible outcomes, and that’s all I can think about. That I’ll never live the life I used to live ever again. That no one will figure out whatever was wrong with me. That I’ll never be able to trust a person again. I miss the days when dad would just lie down with me on the cold, metal floor of our cage and keep telling me everything was alright when nothing was.

Wait.

Why was I talking about that?

I wish my overthinking would just go away.

“Hmm. Alright. I said these next two weeks would be fun, and I have the best idea for that.” She giggled, but I could hint that little bit of worry hidden in her words. This wasn’t going to end well for me.

She walks up to the front of the room, “I really wasn’t planning on everyone getting along so well right away, but this is apparently a faster class, so, here’s a little fun I’ve thought of!” She started off, “I want you to go to to each other’s houses. Or, more specifically your bigger partner.” She joked, and a couple laughed along.

But this wasn’t funny to me. Apparently not to Ryker either. We both stared wide-eyed at our teacher, probably both wondering the same thing. Why did she do this?

There really was no way out of this. I thought I would pass by these next eight days with just having to deal with school, but now I have to go to his house? What would his parents think of me? I’m literally bothering him afterschool and that’s probably his time to destress and not be bothered by anyone, which was the complete opposite of what I’d be doing.

“Now, it can be anytime between now and next Friday. You are not required to stay over for the night, but I would like either one of your parents to sign off, proving that it happened. If there are any problems, please take it up with me after class.”

She smiled, and sat down at her desk, probably making the slips we were now supposed to get signed by either one of our parents. But, as I looked back to Ryker, he didn’t look angry, but he didn’t look happy either. His hands were clenched into fists, he was biting the inside of his cheek, and I did not like how close his hands were to me.

Soon enough, the class was filled with excited conversation again. I somehow worked up the courage to turn around, and Ryker was staring out the window, and then his eyes met mine, making me jump. Great turn of events. I wasn’t expecting that.

“How do you feel about being in a house with five other people?” He awkwardly asked, worry encasing every word he said. I quickly shook my head. No. Five people? So him… his parents… does that mean he has two other siblings? Oh heck. No. No this cannot be happening. I can’t even handle one person let alone five?

Ryker gave a sad smile, “Sorry litt-… Nathan. I’ll just tell her afterschool that you don’t feel comfortable with this. I’m not going to force you.”

I had no idea what he was going to call me before, but I didn’t care. I was more shocked at how he willingly offered to tell Mrs. Kay for me that I couldn’t do this. Why?

Maybe he wasn’t that bad after all.

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Wow. That’s long. But thank you for reading! I hope you’re all enjoying reading this just as much as I am writing it! I promise the next chapter will really explain a lot. For now, enjoy this last-minute drawing I did of Nathan.

#g/t #G/t writing #G/t art #g/t community #sfw g/t #my art #gt #Oc:Nathan #Oc:Ryker #G/t angst #G/t fearplay #restoration #I surprised myself with how long that chapter was #I think I’m going to do something a little special for the next chapter #I’m glad you’re all enjoying this!#Giant/tiny

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The Big Bad Day

Steve Harrington x teacher!Reader

Summary: You’re a new teacher and your year has been hard, this day in particular, and your boyfriend Steve knows just what to say.

Content Warnings: children are dicks, hurt/comfort, mature language

A/N: for all of us that need to cry in Steve’s arms just for a little bit 🤍 requested by my dear @loving-and-dreaming

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You had had enough.

You were no stranger to difficulty or bad days, but this one would go down in the books.

Ever since you got the teaching position at Hawkins Elementary, you’d been optimistic about your days spent with the future of the world, teaching them their order of operations and proper sentence structure, eagerly imagining the books you’d read with the class and what crafts to make to decorate the door for each season and occasion.

But when it came down to it, it felt most days like they saw you as another child. Lessons were filled with thrown pencils, students getting up out of their seats to move around and bother their friends, as if you weren’t there, homework going without being filled out, literal 8 year old boys heckling you during your lectures,

And as if that wasn’t enough, your colleagues seemed no different. You were easily the youngest teacher there and staff meetings and lunch breaks were spent feeling invisible behind your coffee mug, no matter how many thoughts you tried to contribute. They always seemed to silence your words before they could manage their way out of your mouth.

Today, things amped up.

Richie Timmons incited a riot.

A full on riot.

The assignment was making paper snowflakes. You’d given a wonderful tutorial on how to fold and cut the snowflakes, you’d shown them the special glitter glue you’d bought with your own money, and passing out supplies seemed to go well and then they just… ruined it.

Richie decided today he’d crumple up the center pieces for their desk clumps you’d worked so hard on and start a snowball fight, leading everyone to use any and all paper to their disposal.

You’d tried to stop it, everyone throwing them at the quietest kid in the class first, but then their attention turned to you, and not in the way you wanted. Suddenly all the paper wads were smacking you in the face, with impressive aim and power, you noted.

Not to mention the pencils, crayons, and eventually scissors that flew about the room, causing you to lose your cool.

And to top it off, the wicked witch of the west hall shows up to the staff meeting talking about hearing it all from the other side of the school.

This earned you so many dirty looks from your peers, not to mention the principal. Your cheeks heated as you stared into the bread of your sandwich so lovingly prepared by your boyfriend, wanting nothing more than to melt into the floor and disappear.

You wanted to quit.

But what about Sarah H and her cursive? She’s almost got it!

Or Corey B and his separation anxiety from his mom? He’s shown some real courage lately, and another change in his routine could just mess it all up.

You laid in bed that night waiting for your boyfriend to come home to your newly shared place, trying to get the tears out before he showed up.

But they wouldn’t come.

Your body wouldn’t allow it. You felt it, so strongly, the urge and pressure to burst into tears, but the cries were buried deep in your chest, not allowed to erupt for whatever reason. Instead, you curled up on your side of the bed with a massive tension headache.

Right as you thought you might fade into restless sleep, the front door clicked open and your heart leapt.

Steve’s home.

He worked late a couple evenings a week, tonight being one of them. As you heard him drop his keys onto the counter and shrug off his jacket, you weighed the options of talking to him about it all or pretending to be asleep to not bother him.

But then the bedroom door creaked quietly, clicking closed behind him. Steve had mastered the art of walking silently, practically floating across the floor as he whispered hopefully, “Are you awake?” He reached out to touch your shoulder, his fingertips grazing it before you turned over to face him.

Of course he looked this beautiful, he always did. But why did he have to look at you like that? Like you were special, like he longed for you though he already had you.

The sight alone made the dam you spent your whole day building crumble. With your brows knit together and a pout on your lips, his face melted into concern as he scrambled into bed, pulling your pliant body to him and wrapping you up in an embrace.

“Sweet girl, what’s wrong? What happened?” He whispered just above your ear. You felt your hands against his bare chest, the contact soothing you some. His hand found its way into your hair, his fingertips stroking your scalp as you heaved and sobbed. “I got you, it’s okay, I’m here.” He said intermittently.

When you found yourself blurry eyed and stuffy, and your sobs had ceased, you found yourself laying with your head on Steve’s chest. His hand stroked up and down your back while the other kept your hair from falling in your face.

After giving you a few regular breaths of quiet, he wrapped his arms back around you, “Do you wanna talk about it, baby?”

“My dream job sucks.” You sniffled against his warm skin. “And I suck at it.” You whispered.

“What??” Steve craned his neck to look her in the eye.

“No one respects me. Ever! Not even the other teachers. It’s embarrassing, everyone else has great classes and cute artwork they’ve gotten their kids to collaborate on, but when it comes to 8 year olds?” You shook her head, “I’m hopeless. I chose the wrong career path.” You shrugged.

“That’s so not true, are you kidding? You’re kidding, right?” He asked, searching for the light ‘just kidding’ after your usual self deprecating jokes. But it didn’t come.

“Maybe I’m just not cut out for it.” You shrug, sliding off his chest and situating yourself on your side, his hand reaching out to hold yours.

“Babe, I’m sorry, but I don’t think you could be more wrong.” He sighed, his finger coming up to trace your cheekbone.

You closed your eyes in avoidance, you’d already made up your mind. “There’s a little boy being bullied in my class. He’s shy, smart as a whip, though. But today we were making snowflakes—” Steve smiled, remembering you sitting at the dining table, meticulously folding and cutting paper while he cooked your dinner, “—and Richie,” Steve rolled his eyes at the mention of the kids name, “just got all these kids to gang up on him! And me! Can you believe that? And it took forever it felt like, to get everyone to stop throwing shit, and yelling. Thankfully, he came out unscathed, but—“ your breath caught, “he’s gonna remember that forever. He may not want to come to school tomorrow. And it’s my fault. I’m the freaking teacher and I can’t get them to— I’m a freaking joke, Steve.”

“—You are not a joke!” He said without hesitance, his tone laced with offense taken from your words. You froze. “Do you.. do you not see how much time to spend putting lessons together? Or hear how much you talk about your kids? How much you care? You love your job. Your job is just hard and overwhelming, and you’re new at it! It’s gonna be really hard for a few years, don’t you think? But once you settle, things are gonna get so much better.” He nodded as he spoke softly, just above a whisper in the quiet apartment.

“The year’s halfway over,” he continued, “If you hate it by the end of the year, then quit! Find somewhere else, and we’ll go, but don’t quit now.” He pleaded.

The tears pouring from your eyes were steady and quiet, his message received as he ran his thumb over your cheek. You nodded. “You’d come with me?” You asked.

He nodded, “Of course I would. I’ll go wherever you are. And wherever we end up, I’m gonna come visit you in your classroom. And I’m gonna bring you lunch and flowers, and someday your kids are gonna have to start calling you Mrs. Harrington, instead.”

You sniffle and chuckle airily at the thought. “It’s all gonna be okay. And if you decide you don’t wanna teach and do something else, I’m more than happy to cheer you on in your next venture. No matter what.” He implored.

You nodded as he leaned forward to kiss your forehead. “I want you to sleep. Okay? And tomorrow you’re gonna go to school, and try again. Because that’s what you do. And I’ll be here when you get home waiting to hear all about it, yeah?”

You nodded, tears filling your eyes once more.

“And if you need to, call me at lunch. Okay? My whole day’s open, I’ll be home.” He nodded, “You aren’t alone. And you aren’t the worst. If anything, I think you’re the best. The greatest! Y’know if you were my teacher in fourth grade I would’ve been so happy to listen to you.” He traced around your brow and down to your cheekbone, ending at the tip of your nose as you chuckled. He wiped your tears away.

“S’gonna be okay, baby.” He whispered.

You nodded. “Thank you, Stevie. I love you, so so much.” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I love you more. Tomorrow’s gonna be better.” He assured you, pulling you close again and holding you until you fell asleep in his arms.

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As you wait for the call to go through on your lunch break, you hear a knock at your classroom door, making you jump and hang up the phone. You smooth your hair and open the door, only to find Steve standing there with his brightest smile, a vase of daisies in one hand and lunch in the other.

“There’s my girl! How’s your day?” He asked before kissing your cheek and stepping inside.

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shipskicksandgiggles · 5 months

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dialogue prompts

hi! I’m Ellis, I’m a college student that that apparently keeps landing myself in bizarre situations and I cope by making prompt lists out of them. they’re usually hilarious and great for short fics, so feel free to send me a number with a character/ship/dynamic, or even just a fandom that you think fits

“Is this about the fax machine? Because if it is, my vote is we put a bullet in it.”

“I don’t need to hear about any of your sex lives. I’m talking to you specifically.”

“Why are you all in the hallway? Is that a dog?”

“Do they remind you of someone?” “Yeah, me when I was that age, I was hoping you wouldn’t mention it.”

“I’m going to steal someone’s kneecaps.”

“Someone just barked at me in the grocery store parking lot.” “Go see who it is.” “You asshole.”

“Why are you standing like that?” “They’re autistic, leave them alone.”

“It’s been like three months. Why are you a different person?” “Catastrophic change and trauma, babe, don’t worry about it.”

“Every day my interests become more and more like a middle aged father’s.”

“Do you want to come build a chair?” “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Why do you talk so much about cannibalism in this class?” “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Everyone gets excited about boobs!” “I honestly don’t think that’s true.”

“Do you need the heat pack more?” “I wasn’t going to bring it up, but you limped home, I think you need it more.”

“Some guy just mistook me for a cis man, this is the best thing that’s happened to me all week.”

“You went to Catholic school? I would have thought you’d gone to public school and then taken a hard left into satanism.”

“Did you have a Voltron phase?” “No, why?”

“You know how I would literally rather die than ask for help?”

“Do you have time for me to have a gender crisis on you or are you too busy?” “Oh, no, this is happening.”

“Dude, they took your door.” “Your door privileges have been revoked.” “What the fuck?”

“Oh my god, quit it with the mother henning.” “If we lose the kid I’m blaming you.”

“Do you have a reason or are you being a nasty cynic?”

“So he’s better than you.” “I’m okay with that.”

“Did you just call me to tell me the person who won Jeopardy! has my chronic illness?”

“I regret asking.” “Why would you ask an autistic person about their hyperfixation when you don’t want an in depth answer?”

“Insane question, but can I put you in hell?”

“If one more person gives you public recognition for a thing I think you’re going to set yourself on fire.”

“Holy shit, you’re like a vampire.” “In all seriousness, you should see someone about that, that’s not normal.”

“Did I just sleep for 16 hours?” “Roughly, yeah. How are you feeling?” “About how you’d expect.”

“Where are you? Oh you’re having floor time.”

“Your taste in men is seriously questionable. If you only want his dick I’m sure we can figure out something else.”

“You need to crash your car right now.”

“Don’t make me pull rank at 6 in the morning again, I’ll die.”

“Are you crocheting right now? God this is such a weird group of people.”

“I got called an anarchist again.” “By the same person as last time?” “Nope.”

“Are we going to talk about what happened back there?” “No, why, what happened?”

“My mom has apparently kissed more women than I have.”

“You goddamn whore!” “What happened?” “She lied to me!”

“Of all of us, I think you’re the most likely to be a vigilante. Like a journalist by day, crime fighting hero by night.” “Like Spider-Man?” “Exactly like Spider-Man!”

“What’s going on?” “There might be a squirrel in the building, let me get back to you.”

“Don’t flirt with me while I’m holding a knife.”

“So imagine you’re a bisexual woman and you want to go to a strip club.”

“You scare people.” “I’m literally the nicest person alive.” “I watched you yell at someone last week.” “And?”

“The group chat is rioting.” “Oh my god.”

“We’re stealing your dog. She’s ours now.”

“I’m going to use my powers of being everyone’s favorite to get out of this.”

“I don’t associate myself with my birth name because no one called me by that name growing up.” “Have you perhaps heard of therapy?”

“My professor thinks I need an emotional support bird.” “No, I know you need an emotional support bird.”

“Okay, so they’ve got some trauma they need to work through. What’s driving the rest of you?”

“I ended up with the straight up rainbow one. Maybe straight is the wrong word. Anywhom-”

“You met this man a week ago, what do you mean you’re in love with him?”

#ellis writes #writing prompts #prompt list #dialogue prompt #send prompts #fyi I am willing to write for just about any fandom I’ve ever been in #I love good omens and doctor who in particular #but I will also write for Star Wars stranger things or others #I’d be willing to give TMA fics a shot

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Love Child — Never Meant To Be (1988-1993) (12XU)

Love Child brings the detuned roar of Dinosaur, the nervy agitation of the Feelies, the arch literacy of Pavement, the barbed sugar of the Throwing Muses, shifting sound and style from song to song. This compilation spans the brief career of the New York City noise-punk-lofi outfit, with cuts from a debut 7”, both early 1990s full-lengths and unreleased and radio tracks. It’s an absolute riot from start to finish, even if it’s hard to get a grip on what Love Child was at its core.

The band came together in the late 1980s, when Will Baum, Rebecca Odes and Alan Licht were still students at Vassar. Licht, of course, later made a name as a critic and noise-minimalist. His work with Love Child overlapped with Blue Humans and slightly preceded turns with Run On and the Pacific Ocean. His collaborations with Jandek and Loren Connors took place later, in the second half of the 1990s.

The earliest cuts here come from a 1990 single, the brash, ragged-bassed “Sofa” (memorialized here in Love Child’s only video) and the vaguely “Summertime Blues”-ish “Crocus” (with its indelible line, “My mom threw me out until I get some pants that fit/She just don’t approve of my strange kind of wit.” ) Both balance garage-rock minimalism with a bursts of noise. “Sofa” intersperses catchy, kicky girl-boy choruses with blasts of unfettered guitar squall.

The first full-length, Okay, came on Homestead in 1991. Its tracks take up a large portion of this compilation, which is fine because they bang pretty hard, especially the multi-voiced “Diane” and “Fortune Cookie” which blends the pure blasting amp noise of J. Mascis , the yelping angst of Television and the clanking post-punk bass sounds of, say, Gods Gift. But other cuts run towards jangle pop, notably “He’s So Sensitive” a lofi girl group garage rocker featuring Odes on lead vocal. The other album, Witchcraft, followed a year later, also on Homestead. It’s a bit smoother, a bit more melodic, a bit more reliant on Odes’ buzzy, dreamy vocals. “AAA/XXX” is almost dream pop, though sharp guitar slashes prop up the verse, while “Something Cruel” jangles lyrically for a seconds before cranking up to pogo speed.

Additional, previously unreleased material bookends the album. “Asking for It,” from a 1992 Peel Session comes first, layering bratty, confrontational punk on wild eruptions of near rockabilly guitar; an oozing, sludgy noise interval bisects the cut. “Greedy,” another song from the same session exults in feedback and loose harmonies, tough and vulnerable at the same time. There are also a couple of cuts from a KSPC show, including the dreaming, droning, guitar-led “All Is Loneliness” with its shades of VU. That track was recorded in 1993, near the end of this evanescent outfit’s run, and it hints at other directions that they might have taken if they had persisted. Still no use mourning what never happened. There’s plenty to celebrate here without it.

Jennifer Kelly

#love child #never meant to be #12xu #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #post-punk #lo-fi #new york city #alan licht #will baum #rebecca odes

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cyanide-latte · 3 months

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i think you said you'd do these yourself? so

💬 for chrysanthos and/or wrq :)

SOME YEARS AGO...

Startled silence has a sound all its own, and it pounds in his ears as he stares, confused. Surely he heard wrong.

He laughs, because his mother has often done so and he's seen her laughter defuse tense situations. He laughs now because what he's just been told is so absurd, there's simply no better response. And also, perhaps he laughs because somewhere in his gut there is an unpleasant twist that might herald panic.

"Okay okay, ha-ha, very funny, you're a riot," he says, tone indulgent to a joke and his voice hitching a notch higher than usual. "But for real, where am I going?"

The void-like eyes of the mask-face in the Dark Mirror narrow at him, but there's only one true answer, right? Surely there has to be. He's a Shroud, he's supposed to be in Ignihyde. Their family has ALWAYS been Ignihyde. There's no possible way he could be anything else, it just doesn't make sense.

"The nature of your soul is benevolent, Chrysanthos Shroud," the Dark Mirror says, its tone pointed, unwavering and highly unamused. "You belong in Octavinelle. My pronouncement is not a jest or in error."

He feels his arms go limp at his sides as the brittle smile slides off his face and whispers erupt in the Hall. He knows what they're all whispering about because it's exactly the thing he can't believe is happening. A Shroud, end up in a dorm other than Ignihyde? And not just any dorm at that.

The Sea Witch? his flailing mind wonders in his stunned confusion. Why the Sea Witch?

The Headmage steps in with a polite little cough, vague words of reassurance he can't process through the whirlwind in his head, and gently shoos him away from the Dark Mirror so the next student can be seen, pushing him in the direction of his fellow freshmen who were also sorted into Octavinelle. He stares at them, and they stare back, perplexed and wary. He looks back towards the small gaggle of newly-minted of Ignihyde freshmen, and sees his own bewilderment mirrored on their faces. He can't help but feel like he's let them down, somehow.

What about Mom and Dad? he thinks, then almost as quickly dismisses the question. His mom will reassure him; she'll see the best of the situation immediately and make him feel better. And his dad may not be as easy to predict, but he's confident his dad won't be disappointed in him.

Still, he feels disappointed in himself. Something inside him stings with hurt. Somehow he isn't good enough, isn't diligent enough, to belong to the legacy of the King of the Underworld, like the rest of his family.

And maybe...beneath all of that there's a prickle of fear. A prickle of fear he stamps down, refusing to admit the existence of. But the more he tries to deny it, the stronger it gets, growing roots in his mind and his heart.

This is not the path he expected to be set on, and he did not choose it. So then why has it chosen him...?

He thinks of the statue of the Sea Witch near the front gates, and wonders, not for the last time, What do you want with me?

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Been waiting to do something with this! Since Chrysanthos got sorted into Octavinelle when he first started at NRC years ago, the entire moment was a shock for him, and set up a long three years of struggling to understand himself.

Thank you for the ask!

Taglist: @ramshacklerumble @tixdixl @simons-twsted-children @inmateofthemind @elenauaurs @blithesharem @thehollowwriter @rainesol @theleechyskrunkly (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!)

#TWST OCs #Chrysanthos Shroud #my OCs #oc memory prompt #fic exercise #Disney TWST #TWST #Twisted Wonderland #Cyanide speaks

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Ayo!?? Spidersona!? 👀🌟can you tell me more about Nora?

I'd love to!!!Tysm Clover,i was hoping you'd ask💖💜

So his full name is Nora Morales!!Not Miles' bio sister since while i am afrolatino like Miles,i'm half white while he's fully black so he's adopted!Specifically Jefferson and Rio took him in as a teen when he was living on the streets after his birth parents kicked him out for being trans(specifically transmasc genderfluid and bigender).His new family loves and supports him very much and vice versa!!

His base design is pretty much me but with long hair!Meaning he has a big nose,light brown skin,black hair that's naturally curly and is short!His aesthetic/style is 'pastel gamer' and once he gets character development by becoming Spiderwoman,becomes pastel punk too!!He always had the mentality of a punk but wasn't confident enough to dress the part just yet(also because i hate copganda,Jefferson is a househusband in his verse so he's allowed to go to riots and such)

Personality wise,he's super bubbly,kind,sweet and goofy but very insecure due to his trauma and never going to college due to his neurodivergence(autism,adhd,anxiety and mdd)making school too hard for him even though Miles has almost all the same disorders and is a star student and he feels like a failure in comparison to him.BUT he's a great older brother to him and never ever takes it out on him!!They're best friends in addition to being adoptive siblings <3 And Miles actually looks up to Nora tons and used to vocalize it a lot when he was little but stopped slowly as he got older,which was upsetting for him because he thought he didn't see him as cool anymore and there's a scene in Itsv where Miles tells him he never stopped thinking he was 'The most awesome big sibling ever' and Nora cries so they hug tenderly in comfort♡

He works at the same diner that closed down in Peter B's dimension!!As in his and Miles' version of it^

Like i said in my last ask,his love interests are Peter B and MJ and they're a polycule!!In the first movie,him and Peter B bickered a lot due to the whole 'pessimist and optimist' thing but were nonetheless nice to eachother and were crushing by the end.They're actually the official couple in Atsv instead of Miles and Gwen!!By that i mean Peter B comes with Gwen on her mission to Miles' dimension and the four are the mcs like in the first movie!!There's a scene in Atsv where Nora goes to visit MJ with Peter B and they're still just exes and friends but only because he's also in love with him and didn't make her feel like a second choice!The girls hit it off and once Btsv comes out,i will absolutely give them a getting together story in it(all three of them)and i'm super excited to!!!♡

His spider motif is the purple jumping spider so his unique Spiderperson power is jumping and his costume is purple and white with a cat ears hood,a white heart on the chest and some punk parts like spikes on the shoulders!

He's the big sister/mom figure of the Spiderfam kids and easily the adult Spiderman they trust the most!Hobie especially was happy to have another punk around

Whooped Miguel's ass for picking on Miles and Miguelito's ego was bruised big time LMAOOOOOO

That's pretty much all for now but i'll tell you if he gets more lore!!

#lovelyheartclover #nora morales #spiderwoman #miles morales #nora and miles #the morales siblings #peter b parker #mj watson #peternoramj #hobie brown #nora and hobie #miguel and nora #spiderverse #atsv spoilers #spiderman #real self shipping hours #askxaquestion

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sailorspica · 3 months

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reijean hitchannie college band AU headcanons that may not lead to fic form but i feel strongly about because i did undergrad at a huge university with a prestigious music school where everyone was depressed + i've been giffing kids on the slope (2012) w reiner's seiyuu + the given akihiko/haruki reijean agenda:

all the warriors grew up playing classical music w/ varying degrees of parental pressure, for example mr leonhart is a violinist and annie's first and forever teacher so maybe she maims him here too (he's like jk simmons in whiplash); karina is into classical music as a status symbol

by contrast hitch and jean know how to have fun. hitch learned everything from youtube, jean's mom let him quit piano lessons as a kid so he came back to it on his own when he realized it was cool/thought it could get him girls (it doesn't) (inspo: nick cave)

annie (lead/rhythm guitar), hitch (vocals/rhythm guitar/octave pedal "bass"), jean (vocals/keys/bass), reiner (drums). reiner would do bass if he had sukuna arms

reijean meet in intro to audio engineering which counts as a science class for some reason, form the band after roping annie into their final recording project; annie's an undeclared part-time student who mostly works

first they try marco as rhythm guitarist but he is too jazzy and cannot wrap his mind around rock tone, annie is furious (low stakes version of trost; sounds derogatory but marco just looks like a jazz guy)

hitch is a business major who thinks music is a hobby, kinda yasu from nana energy. annie recruits her after overhearing her teaching/berating marlowe before he absolutely bombs an open mic night

hitch is an acoustic girlie (dark ukulele past) but annie and jean take her shopping and she picks a danelectro stock '59

annie plays a jaguar bc of her short fingers, she's some combo of lindsey jordan / luna li but also j mascis

reiner's favorite drummer is karen carpenter, deadass

hitch is the least disciplined which equal turns teaches them to relax but incites rage, annie and jean lock her in a room w reiner bc this bitch cannot count

everyone sings but especially hitch and jean, the vibe is michelle zauner and craig hendrix; i think they hype up the other two who are very self conscious

main songwriters are annie and jean, jean finds jazzy chords that hitch hates

annie was concertmaster of her arts magnet high school orchestra until mikasa showed up and the worst part is violin is mikasa's like, tertiary instrument; now they are ex-gf roommates

opera singer mikasa ruins lives, she is kissing kissing mezzo historia in boy drag (inverse girl armin) in uhhh idk la clemenza di tito

ymir is probably a drummer in a nu riot grrrl band, root of her frenemyship with reiner, also i think she's trying to steal annie and/or hitch

reiner is a cello performance major who became interested in rock percussion after hooking up w eren; eren's taste is incredibly lame, he likes like, dave grohl

eren and mikasa both did piano lessons as kids and she forces him to be her accompanist most of the time, but he and jean tag in and out ever since eren gave himself gamer's carpal tunnel before mikasa's first jury freshman year

jean is Not a music major but he makes money as music majors' accompanist; he could be studio art? or something "reasonable" (a la the MPs, business school hitch), like cybersecurity

annie and marcel = violin, pieck and bertie = viola, reiner and porco = cello

bertolt is living studio ghibli whisper of the heart in italy

for the first half of undergrad reiner lived with marcel in place of porco bc that little shit felt smothered by the galliards bUyINg a whole apartment for their boys, but when marcel graduated pocco moved in and uhhhhh evicted reiner, who thought he had saved enough to make it on his own by living rent free but uhhhhh karina stole it

uhhh pieck looks like my first gay crush (a violist opera singer) so let's say she's studying abroad

point is, reiner is isolated through no one's direct fault, really, besides pock; annie is his closest friend in town and she's such a tsundere about it. he lived on her and mikasa's couch for a week but will never return because it was too awkward even for his broke ass

#my aot fanfiction is: post-rumbling political criticism and/or pushing my hobbies onto blorbos #anyway #hitchannie #reijean #☽#♀

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bunk12bear · 2 years

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Steddie Kids

I've been stuck with the random urge to imagine Steve and Eddie's children/future for some reason. These are written with them both being cis but can be adjusted accordingly if you want one or both of them to be trans.

Steve and Eddie both end up being teachers and end up settling in Chicago using government hush money to buy a nice duplex with Robin and her partner( when people ask how they can afford it they just shrug and say that Steve had Rich parents). I fell in love with Jewish eddie so the kids grow up celebrating both Christian and Jewish holidies.

They all have Eddie's last name because I love the idea of Steve not wanting oto taint something as precious as his children with everything the Harrington name represents or contribute to his Dad having any sort of legacy. Does that make sense logistically I don't know and I don't have any particular urge to figure that out at the moment so 🤷‍♀️

Sarah Munson

Born May 11th 1995( did I make their eldest born in 95 because that was the year I was born, yes yes I did)

Born via a surrogate with eddies DNA and a doner egg

Named after the protagonist in The Labyrinth( Steve and Eddie went to see it on their first date)

Lesbian

she/they

Dark curly hair and big brown doe eyes like Eddie but tan skin and a fuller figure from her bio mom

5' 7"

Whether it's nature or nurture she ends up taking after Eddie loving all things fantasy and Dungeons & Dragons. She also falls in love with alt music/style but ends up going more of a punk/Riot grrrl direction much to Eddie's horror( to be clear I don't think Eddie would super buy into the punk metal rivalry but I love the idea of them getting into albeit friendly arguments about the merits of each genre)

Anthropology PhD student(studying the effect of American mass media on global cultures) and activist

ADHD/Autistic but doesn't struggle in school the same way Eddie did because he and Steve pushed to get her diagnosed when she's little so she has an IEP from kindergarten( to be clear I also think Eddie is ADHD autistic and that's why he struggled so much in school)

Daniel "Danny"Munson

Born july 2nd 1998

Born via a surrogate and a donor egg like Sarah but with Steve's DNA this time

Named for Danny Zuko( I have completely fallen in love with the idea that Steve loves Grease)

arro ace

He/him

Ends up looking like a near carbon copy of Steve except for with black hair and gray eyes from his bio mom

5' 11"

Is athletic like Steve but also follows in his aunt Robin's footsteps and joins the marching band so he only plays sports that don't conflict. Despite for taking in to school activities that put him in a bit of a spotlight he's actually rather shy and soft spoken often having to have his big sister stand up for him. Struggles with reading but still loves discussing books with Eddie and his aunt Nancy. Pretty simple style-wise jeans and a t-shirt kind of guy.

Started a program abused neglected under privileged children both to teach them practical life skills like cooking in taxes and applying for a job but also to offer a warm supportive environment( inspired by learning about how his dads grew up)

Dyslexic; was also diagnosed Young

Charlotte and James Munson

Twins born January 31st 2000

Adopted after a younger coworker got pregnant unexpectedly and realized that she couldn't mentally be a mother but wanted them to go to a good home( birth mom is still heavily involved but fills more of an aunt role)

Named my their birth mom

Both Bi( had a crush on the same guy once it was a problem until they realize he wasn't interested in either of them)

she/her and they/them

Both have red hair and freckles( their aunt Max is delighted to have more redheads and the weird family all the upside down crew have formed over the years) but Charlotte has green eyes and James has brown

5'2" and 5'6"

both theater kids( once try to switch rules before realizing that only works with identical twins) and mischievous( yes they've been compared to the Weasley twins yes they were devastated when they found out what happened to Fred) Charlotte falls in love with Fiber Arts after helping their Middle School Drama teacher create the costumes for one of their plays. Mostly designs sew and clothing but and also knit sew and embroider. James is a writer. The twins used to put on little plays and he'd write the scripts but mostly sticks to poetry and prose as he gets older. James is an ideas guy where is Charlotte is more practical and helps him bring the ideas to life. James is more spontaneous where as Charlotte likes to stick with a routine. Charlotte style is rather eclectic and tends to shift around is mostly comprised of clothing she made or altered herself. James is one of those people that went full vintage day to day he looks like he stepped straight out of the 1920s

costume designer( Charlotte) Author/retail until his career takes off

I considered adding two more kids but I figured four was a big family while being a bit more manageable then six. However the absolutely do road trip like Steve was imagining. I could probably do a bit more to separate the twins but to avoid cliche I didn't want to make them complete opposites or exactly the same so I tried to balance the two.

Also none of them are straight because that's just how I roll is it statistically likely no do I care also no.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #future steddie #steddie kids #steddie dads #steddie parents #steve x eddie #autisic eddie munson #adhd eddie munson #dyslexic steve harrington #jewish eddie munson #eddie munson lives #eddie x steve

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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Jughead Jones- Tell Your Brother

Being the sister of Sweet Pea has its ups and downs, but on the whole I’m so grateful that he is my brother. It was tuff when mom died and dad left, but my brother was there for me and I him. We help each other out, but one thing he doesn’t let me do is date so that’s why Jughead and I are hiding our relationship

“YN we need to talk” Fangs says walking over to the bar where I’m walking

“Ok?” I frown putting down the glass I’m currently cleaning “what’s up?”

“I saw you with Jughead this morning”

“I’m sorry I’m confused” I actually am confused, yeah I left his trailer this morning at 5am but I haven’t seen him since, so how has Fangs seen me?

“You left his trailer this morning” I look at Fangs with a shocked expression

“First of all what we’re you doing awake at 5 this morning? and 2 Jug was just helping me with my English homework. It was late so I just stopped over. Nothing to worry about” I start to clean up the other glasses

“YN I saw you kiss him” Fangs moves across the bar to whisper this to me

“Ok fine. What do you want me to say? Fangs I’m 17 years old I’m not harming anyone it’s not like Jughead’s cheating on anyone” I huff

“Hey, that’s a low blow”

“I’m sorry Fangs, but who am I hurting? I know Sweets won’t be happy but why should he get to dictate my life?”

“Is it just casual, or is it serious?”

“Serious I guess”

“You guess?” Fangs raises an eye brow

“I just mean it’s not just sex. We get on with each other and want to hold hands and kiss and…”

“Then you need to tell your brother before he finds out from someone else”

“You mean you?”

“What no. Your not just my best friends sister your my friend as well. I just think it’s better if you tell him before he either sees you or someone else tells him”

After my shift I head home where Sweet Pea is getting ready to head out

“Hey YNN”

“Hey Sweets. You off out?”

“Yeah meeting up with Fangs” I nod my head

“Erm can we talk?” Sweets stops getting ready and looks at me

“Sure what’s up?” I sit down next to my brother

“Ok, just don’t kick off and knock some head” I try to joke but Pea looks at me annoyed

“Whose hurt you?”

“No one Sweets, but…”

“But?”

“Jughead and I are dating” Sweet Pea frowns at me

“Jughead? you and Jughead?” I nod my head responding to my brother “I’m sorry I’m confused, Jughead?”

“Yes Jughead” I start to get annoyed

“Your dating… I’m sorry what? how?”

“Your not mad at me?” I frown

“No of course not. Jughead’s better than those Northsiders. Thought you had a thing going on with Mantle. Saw you two in the library and thought you were dating”

“Oh my god Pea” I laugh “Reggie’s helping me study history”

“So you and Jughead then?” Pea smirks at me

“Shut up” I nudge him.

The next day I meet Jughead at his locker and take his hand in mine. He looks down and our hands confused

“What about your brother?”

“He knows” Jug looks at me so confused “I told him last night. Fangs found out about us and I guess knocked some sense into me”

“I’m dead”

“No your not. Pea is just glad it’s you not Reggie. Apparently he thought I was dating Reggie”

“Seriously? Reggie?” I smile and Jug laughs “so does this mean your brothers fine with us?”

“Well I wouldn’t say he’s fine with it, but he won’t harm you”

“Oh great” he groans

“Come on let’s go find the others” I pull Jughead towards the student lounge where Toni, Cheryl, Fangs, Sweets, V, Archie and Betty are

“Hey guys” I say smiling

“Hey” Jug nervously says

“Ahhh look they’re finally admitting to us they’re dating” Cheryl shrieks. I roll my eyes at her

“Look” Pea starts looking at Jug “I have rules”

“Here we go” I mutter

“I don’t want you kissing around me or I’ll throw up on you” Pea points at me “and secondly if you hurt her I’ll harm you worse than the Ghoulies on riot night”

“Shut up Pea you wouldn’t do anything because you wouldn’t do that to me. Now enough of my love life please. Pea are you going to hurry up and ask Josie out?” Pew groans at me. I’m so happy he’s not mad at me. I really didn’t have anything to worry about.

#riverdale imagines #riverdale #jughead comics #jughead jones #jughead x reader #sweet pea #sweet pea sister

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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Princess Diaries Quote Rp Meme

inspired by @dreammakcr - feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes

you look so… young.”

“Just in case I wasn’t enough of a freak already, let’s add a tiara!”

“Because you saw me when I was invisible.”

“As always, this is as good as it’s going to get.”

Wait, wait. No, not you — I don’t even know you!”

This is getting us nowhere! Talk to me!’

“Thank you. And you look so… clean.”

“No matter how many times you press that, it will still go up and down the same way.”

“The student body may be morally bankrupt, but that doesn’t mean they’re blind!”

“Please don’t crush my soy nuts.”

“Somebody sat on me again.”

If there are no more passengers, I think we should close the door.”

“I have never worn pantyhose, but it sounds very dangerous.”

“I can’t talk to you right now. I’m late for a meeting with my guidance counselor.”

“Oh no, sweetie, I was in a very important meeting. Send it out for dry cleaning.”

“Sir, you will find that the word fear is not in my vocabulary!”

“Almost, but anyone can see your desires. No one knows what’s in your heart.”

“I’m a girl who loves black and is wearing pink.”

“I would kneel if it weren’t for my knee replacement.”

“A queen is never late. Everyone else is simply early.”

“Just because I didn’t get my fairytale doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

“If you hurt my girl, you will answer directly to me, and whatever crimes I commit against you, remember, I have diplomatic immunity in 46 countries, including Puerto Rico.”

“That Backstreet Boy clone you’ve had a crush on for years?”

“Is your mom dating an undertaker?”

“Nepotism belongs in the arts, not in plumbing.”

“I can’t be a princess! I’m still waiting for normal body parts to arrive!”

“I’m late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal!”

Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.”

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, with hair so fine. Come out your window, climb down the vine.”

“The feat you ask, dear sir, isn’t easy. And I won’t respond to that line, it’s far too cheesy.”

“Oh, how brave. Most interns don’t even want to fetch my tea.”

“Your Majesty, I would gladly take a bullet for you.”

“We never rush; we hasten.”

“OK, I look like an asparagus.”

“But a very, very cute asparagus!”

“It’s not appropriate for royalty to jingle.”

“Tell me: How does my mother, or any person for that matter, go into a parent/teacher conference and come out with a date?”

“I look like a moose.”

can you just pretend you have a life for just one moment?”

“I’m late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal!”

“I don’t want to rule my own country, I just want to pass the tenth grade.”

“Ah, yes, but a very cute moose! Make all the boy moose go ‘WAAAAH!’”

can you drop us off a block from the school? I don’t want to cause a riot with this hearse.”

“This is a non-riot hearse. If it were a hearse, there would be silence in the backseat.”

“You know, most kids shop for a car for their sixteenth birthday, not a country!”

could you try to talk without moving your lips? The press have binoculars.

911, I'd like to report an accident... They put me on hold!”

Is this punishment for driving without a licensed driver in the front seat?”

I am invisible, and I am wet.”

“A princess never chases a chicken.”

“I beg your pardon, ‘Shut up’?”

“Now, what did you want to tell me?”

“Oh, your majesty, in America, it doesn’t always mean to be quiet. Here it could mean ‘wow,’ ‘gee-whiz,’ ‘golly wolly.’”

“I already have braces.”

“I haven’t danced with you since your birthday.”

“No, it’s bigger than orthodontia.”

“Think about it: I just found out that my cable only reaches 12 people.”

did you see what she did to me?!”

“Something that, I think, will have a very big impact upon your life.”

it’s not a championship game. It’s not even a big game. It’s just gym class. Just hit the ball. I don’t want to flunk you in gym class. C’mon, you can do it. Keep your eye on the ball.”

“The secret is, I still want to.”

“That’s a fact, not a secret.”

“A few moments ago, I realized the only reason I was getting married was because of a law, and that didn’t seem like a good enough reason. So, I won’t be getting married today. My grandmother has ruled without a man at her side for quite some time, and… I think she rocks at it.”

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. From now on you’ll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.”

“To be a princess, you have to believe that you are a princess. You’ve got to walk the way you think a princess would walk. So, you gotta think tall, you gotta smile and wave, and just have fun.

What I really can't understand is that you ditched me again yesterday when I really needed your help at the greenpeace petition.”

“From now on you’ll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.”

“I don’t feel protected. You try living for 15 years thinking that you’re one person, and then in five minutes, you find out you’re a princess.”

“I love your eyebrows. We’ll call them Frieda and Kahlo. If Brooke Shields married Groucho Marx, their child would have your eyebrows!”

“I’m taking your charm off of my charm bracelet and it’s going in the dirt!”

“Oh, come on, girls! It’s a ball, not a snake. Back in formation!

#open rp #open to all #open to anyone #ask meme #open meme #open to anybody #rp meme #ask prompt #roleplay meme #memes #open starter #anne hathaway #princess diaries #princess diaries 2 #meg cabot #Julie Andrés #princess mia

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epickiya722 · 2 years

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REACTIONS TO EPISODE 8 - LEAGUE OF VILLAINS VS. U.A. STUDENTS

Alright, for anyone knew here, here's just a recap of how I do this!

These are just my genuine reactions to the episode of the week. There's some jokes made here and there, of my favorite character shows up I'm gonna freak out (especially if it's Miruko), I add pictures to be clear of what part I'm talking about but I don't add too many pictures, and sometimes I do get just a little serious or "analytical", I guess.

Overall, it's just me having fun as I think everyone should do.

The reactions are found under the cut! And if you have any questions or comments just shoot me one in ask box!

Anyways! To the episode!

LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS FOUND HERE

Starting the episode with a recap and now I'm angry at Mr. Compress. Yes, I blame him, GET OFF MY BACK!!

Gigantomachia is running like a toddler who heard his mom bring in his favorite fruit snacks.

Creati in the leader role, YES!!! THAT'S THE VICE PRESIDENT OF 1A!! QUEEN!!

Okay, I know the fandom hates Mineta with a passion, but you gotta admit that him insisting that Midnight is alive is just one of the moments that shows that the students do care for their teachers such as much as the teachers care for them. And Ashido coming in with the "We're still going to have classes together"... yeah, I'm going to cry.

Like... these are still kids!!

Also, precious smile!

1A & 1B WORKING TOGETHER!!! YESSSS!!! LOVE TO SEE IT!!

Me at Dabi & Mr. Compress: 😑... FIGHT ME!! 😡

THAT'S RIGHT, SUGARMAN!!!

... Dabi, fire power or not, I'll fight you!

"How's your arm?" TO HELL WITH HIS ARM!!

"All the spores burnt up!!" Ooohhh... she sounded so sad about that... DABI, STOP HURTING THE KIDS!! FIRST, YOU TRIED TO FRY TOKOYAMI NOW THE REST OF THEM! YOU BURNED HER MUSHROOMS!! I HOPE YOU'RE SATISFIED WITH YOURSELF!!

AND I'M STILL MAD AT YOU, MR. COMPRESS!! WEAR THAT MASK TO HIDE YOUR SHAME!!! SHAAAME!!!

"It's not over yet!" *EXPLOSIONS* YESSS!! QUEEN CREATI!!!

You can't tell me though she doesn't like action movies. She likes explosions. From making cannons to dynamite, she'll give Bakugou a run for his money. 😆

Spinner's reaction to Mr. Compress saying they’ll be dead if Machia gets underground. 😆 I mean, man's look flabbergasted. Clenching his pearls.

MT. LADY COMING CLUTCH FOR THE KIDS!! YESS!!!

PINKY, YES!!! DO YOUR THING, GIRL!!

YAOMOMO GOT HER CARD!!... I thought her name was spelled with an "i" though... eh, doesn't bother me.

Oooh, Kirishima got his!! I'm actually surprised because I expected Ashido, but I ain't mad! He's my sunshine, too! Also, that pinkish red color, wasn't expecting that either for him, but! I LIKE IT!

THAT'S RIGHT, PINKY!! COME ON, YOU GOT THIS, QUEEN!! YOU CAN MAKE IT!! 💗💗💗💗

NO, NO, NOOOOOO!!! SHE FROZE!! SHE GOT SCARED!! GIGANTOMACHIA, I'LL FUCKING FIGHT YOU, TOO, FOR TRAUMATIZING MY GIRL!!! 😡😡😡😡

AND THEN HE THROWS MT. LADY?! OH NAH, DUDE, YOU GOTTA SQUARE UP!!!

KIRISHIMA SWOOPING IN TO SAVE ASHIDO FROM GETTING CRUSHED!! YES, BE A HERO, RED RIOT!! SAVE YOUR FRIEND!!

Her scream for him actually stabbed me right in the feels! Applauding her VA, Eri Kitamura!! Wonderful!!

Seriously, applauding the voice actors and animators once again!! 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Tetsutetsu giving Kirishima his props, I just love those two! They're alike in a lot of ways, but they're also very different!!

"I got rid of the insects." No, you didn't. You're still here.

THEY'RE PLAYING "YOU SAY RUN" FOR KIRISHIMA’S MOMENT HERE?! FOR RED RIOT?! YYYYESSSS!! WHO MADE THAT DECISION SO I CAN HUG THEM?! ❤️❤️❤️

Kirishima mentioning Ashido is just... 😭😭😭 I'M CRYING AGAIN!

Honestly, I do love their relationship they have. It's not often you see a male character acknowledges a female character for what she does and takes that as inspiration. Like Crimson Riot is his favorite hero, but he doesn't ignore that Ashido does everything she can to make people feel safe and happy from breaking up fights to nearly jumping into the mouth of a whole villain. That's beautiful! And it's not like he's like "Oh, if this girl can do it..." No, no, no. He says "Ashido". He sees her not as a girl who is brace. But another person, someone who is just as scared as him but still tries to do everything to make things better.

Because even though Ashido had a moment of fear, notice how she was still trying to reach for that capsule. She felt like her middle school self, she was scared but! She still tried to get that capsule and finish the task. It's just that this time, she had someone to help her. Not to take away her moment, but to aid her to tell her, she's not alone this time.

Kirishima's regret that day was that he didn't help her, he wasn't as her side. That's all, I'm done. Oh, this got long.

SOME MORE 1A & 1B TEAMWORK!! YES!!!! 💫💫💫💫

Oh, Majestic! How does he see with that thing?!

Ew, what the hell, Giant Man?!

And we're back with Midoriya and the others! Let's see how they're doing!

"It's over, Tomura Shigaraki." *laughs in manga reader* Oh, how I wish it was.

"Heroes like you always hurt your families just to help people." 😶 Well, damn...

Okay, but Shigaraki has some pretty hair... I'm sorry.

"It's been that way for generations." I have been saying that... you know what...

Hee hee, these two look so angry in the back.

"It's why I want power." Are you sure that's what you want, my guy? You want power? Because... umm... *thinks about a certain Sensei*

Whoa! Okay, the fire attack was unexpected! "Thanks for the half-time break." And that was a little funny.

These faces Shigaraki been making for the last couple of episodes be from my nightmares.

I know it had to devastate Nana to say she "never had children". Like, yeah, she made the choice to be a hero, but AFO IS PURE EVIL! She was right that if he knew about Kotaro he'd use him. It just sucks that because of AFO, Nana had to separate herself from her son. Her son had his own children and from that resentment he abused Tenko who later AFO got to. Damn... it's like no matter what they do to stop AFO, planned or not, he's two steps ahead.

NOT RYUKYU'S HAND!! SHIGARAKI, GET OUT OF DEMON MODE!

KEEP HIM STILL, DEKU!! TURN THAT RAGE INTO POWER, YES!!

I know he's not biting him!!!

Applauding Daiki Yamashita's performance for that scream!

NOT ERASER HEAD!!! DID THEY SERIOUSLY END IT THERE!!!

THAT PART IS NEXT?! KATSUKI BAKUGO: RISING?! LET'S GOOO!!!!

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