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Wicked Game

Ch. 02

Y Batfam x Gn Reader

Featuring Platonic: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Damian Al-Ghul Wayne

3.9k words

Ch. 01 <- Ch. 02 -> Ch. 03

Class schedule

1st period - Art

2nd Period - Maths

12:00 - 1:00: Lunch

3rd Period - Biology

4th Period - English

(5:00 -> Basketball game)

The thought of Biology class and working with Tim is already giving you a headache and there’s still 10 minutes till class starts.

You showed up a little early like you always do, and sat in the same seat as yesterday. Tim will probably sit beside you. Today is the only class you’ll get to work on the poster, and Mrs. Young's expectations for it are kinda insane.

She’s not even offering supplies. No poster paper, hardly any markers. Is this not the ‘best’ school in Gotham? you're not spending any of your hard earned money on a bio project.

Tim can get it.

He has like a gazillion dollars so there’s no reason for him to complain.

You scroll through your socials, but there’s still no sign of Tim. Shouldn’t he be here by now? There’s only a few more minutes to tell class.

<Tim>

So sorry y/n. There was an emergency last night, I can’t make it to class today.

You roll your eyes— great. You want to ask him how he got your number, but what were you supposed to say?

‘I know you didn’t get my number from Brandi. How’d you get it?’

It’s not normal, it’s so creepy. You feel the pit in your stomach grow— Jesus, you can’t be dealing with this on game day.

No one's gonna reprimand Tim Drake. Not the principal, not the teachers, In fact you might be the one to get in trouble. Defamation of character or something.

You sigh. You’ll just block him after Monday, get through this project and never talk to him again.

<y/n>

Ok I’ll do what I can. We can meet up on the weekend or smth.

Can u get the supplies?

<Tim>

Yeah we’ll make something work. It’ll be done for Monday

I should have some stuff laying around somewhere.

You scoff. Quickly shutting your phone off as the bell rings.

Mrs. Young starts talking, reminding everyone how this will be the only class period to work on the project that’s due Monday.

You stare at the empty desk. Your leg starts bouncing and your palms get shaky.

Focus. Just focus on something. Anything.

You can’t. Your mind just drifts to the game, how everything could go wrong.

You shift in your seat. Trying to focus on Mrs. Young’s voice.

Just get through class.

Before you know it you’re in the locker room. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you quickly splash cold water on your face. God— you look like a mess.

“Come on y/n, we gotta warm up in like 10 minutes” your teammate Cameron yells.

“Yeah I’ll be ready in a sec” you yell. Drying your face, you give yourself one last look in the mirror. The pit in your stomach grows bigger.

You’ve worked harder than most people to get here, just trust in your training. You’re the best shooting guard there on the team, there’s a reason this school wants you here.

You pep talk does little to ease your nerves, but there’s not much else you can do now.

You catch up with Cameron in the gym, and watch the other team warmup. “They’re not bad… But we’re better”. Their confidence is nice, but Cameron isn’t playing with the stakes you are.

“Yeah, We’ll be fine” you whisper, you don't know if you’re talking to Cameron or yourself.

You and your warm up. Running laps around doing shooting drills. Your muscle memory takes over.

Your breathing steadies, your mind is clear.

You shoot.

The swish of the net is like music to your ears.

slowly start gaining your confidence back. Warming up your 3 pointers and haven’t missed one yet.

Normally you’re a starter but Coach decided to bench you at the start. He wants you to get a feel for the opposing team.

“These games aren’t like the ones you’re used to playing” he says. His eyes never leave the court.

“They take training camps over the summer, their parents invest good money into them” he continues. It’s not hard to believe, their technique is unreal.

“But you have something they don’t” he pauses and you look up at him “you're strong, and you have raw talent… I can probably guess what was going through your head today. I just want you to know no matter what you're going to stay on my team.”

Everything disappeared at that moment. All your stress, nerves, regret, it was flooded out with a wave of relief and adrenaline.

Nothing mattered now all you had to do was play your favourite game.

The whistle blew and you switched places with E.J. “Show ‘em what you got Y/n” they patted you on the back.

you’ve never played harder. scoring shot after shot. You were in the zone.

You were having fun.

Gotham prep wins, 68 to 25.

The Subway home is short, nothing like the one you took this morning. You ride the high of winning, a small smile never leaving your face as you recall your best plays of the game. Your mind is filled with excitement and anticipation for your next game.

By the time you reach your apartment you’re exhausted, but as you go to unlock the door the key stops short. It’s already unlocked. That’s weird, mom was always triple checking the locks?

a shiver runs down your spine as you slowly push open the door.

The living room light is dim, The curtains are stapled closed. The T.V plays some static filled re-run, and you see her.

Your mom sits on the couch, hands clenched in her lap muttering something to herself.

You swallow “Hey mom I’m back from my game.” She doesn’t move.

You shut the door, making sure to lock it. “We won, I even got MVP”

Still nothing.

A pit forms in your stomach. You sigh as you drop your bag and slide off your sneakers. You slowly make your way to sit beside her. Your shoulders are touching. She doesn’t move, she doesn’t even acknowledge you.

you hate it.

“I was pretty nervous about playing” you continue, softer now. You know talking to her is futile, but maybe just maybe you could bring her back even for a second. “But coach said no matter what I’ll always be on his team” you say, your head drops onto her shoulder leaning closer into her.

She goes quiet and stares into the wall. Your eyes follow her gaze, nothing’s there. You look at the outdated wallpaper, peeling at the edges.

A lump forms in your throat, and the pit in your stomach grows bigger.

She loves Basketball. She taught you everything you know.

She’d always tell you stories about her games, how she was the best Center at Gotham public. You remember seeing her at every middle school game you had, and would always cheer the loudest. She’d ruffle your hair after every game and say “good job baby I’m so proud of you” You used to get so embarrassed about it.

Now she’s barely here.

The doctors said she would get better with the proper help and time, how she was ‘Luckier than most’.

But she’s not.

and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You know she needs more help than what the government is offering. Group meetings for fear toxin victims aren’t enough. She needs professional help, but insurance won't cover it and you can’t afford it with only a minimum wage job and her disability checks.

you clench your fists nails digging into your palms. It’s not fair. But nothing is ever fair in Gotham.

“I’m gonna make dinner mom” you get up slowly. Looking back at her, still nothing.

You’ll help her. You go to Gotham prep, almost any college will accept you just for that. You’ll build a good life for you and her.

But for now, all you can do is make sure she eats.

+++++

<Tim>

How’d the game go?

Tim exhaled sharply, glaring at Dick “You just gonna stare at my phone until they respond?”

”why else would I be here?” Dick lounged on the couch, a cocky grin plastered on his face. He tried to play it off but he was excited.

The living room was quiet with everyone doing their ‘own thing’— Bruce reading the paper, Cass pretending to read a book, Steph scrolling on her phone, Jason and Damian cleaning weapons— But no one was focused.

They were waiting.

The family knew how you did. All of them watched the live stream. They saw every shot you scored, every pass you made, everything.

They were proud.

“I still believe it’s insulting that the coach decided to bench them for the 1st period” Damian scoffed. “Their talent is wasted due to incompetence”.

”they won.” Jason said without locking up

”That’s not the point Todd”. Damian rolled his eyes, “they would’ve won either way.” Damian muttered. Truthfully he was disappointed he didn’t get to see you more.

Tims phone buzzed.

The sound made everyone’s attention snap to him.

<Y/N>

It was good we won and I got MVP

Dick read the text out loud. Tim snatched the phone back before anything else could happen.

“They're starting to share more, that’s good.” Bruce stated, Cass nodded her lips twitch into a small smile.

“Invite her over for tomorrow, I wanna be here when they come” Dick said smugly, a smirk still present on his face.

Tim stayed quiet typing a response.

”I doubt Grayson would go back to Blüdhaven if they chose to come over Sunday” Damian Huffed.

Tim ignored them and hit send.

<Tim>

That’s good!

When are you free on the weekend?

<Y/n>

I work during the day I’m free after 6 tho

the library doesn’t close tell 9

Dick leaned over reading the text aloud. “You're not going to the library,” Jason scoffed. “Yeah, no” Dick said playfully. Tim rolled his eyes “yeah I know” he scoffed, they were too quick to jealousy.

he quickly typed a response.

<Tim>

I’m not really able to go anywhere, that’s why I wasn’t at school today

<Y/n>

wdym

<Tim>

I got my family to keep it out of the news, but I was attacked last night.

They wanted to take me for ransom.

Dick read the messages aloud. There was a moment of silence before he started laughing at Tims lame excuse. Jason and Steph couldn’t help but snicker to themselves, even Damian had a small grin.

Bruce just nodded in approval. You couldn’t know some thug shot him.

<Y/n>

Are you okay?

Tim’s face had a ghost of a smirk. You were worried about him.

<Tim>

yeah I’m fine

I can’t really leave my house until they catch the guys so would you be able to come over tomorrow at 6:30?

Silence filled the room. No one moved.

Everyone was waiting for your response. Growing more and more impatient. But it didn’t come.

Everyone held their breath. It felt like they were staring at the messages for an eternity.

Dick inhaled sharply. “they’re typing”

<Y/N>

yeah sure

<Tim>

great I’ll send you the address

The atmosphere of the room shifted. Everyone had a dark and calculated look as thoughts of tomorrow's plan raced through their mind.

“Everything prepared for tomorrow?” Asked Bruce his expression unreadable.

Damian Nodded “of course”

”Oh, this is gonna be fun,” Dick said playfully, but his eyes gleamed darker.

+++++

Work was more draining than usual.

The Batburger joint you worked at left much to be desired. Two of your coworkers came in high, and some lady yelled at you for forgetting to ‘jokerize’ her fry’s. you want nothing more than to be bedrotting at home.

instead you're here.

You made your way to Wayne Manor. Tim gave you the address, but it was just a formality. Everyone knows where they live.

There was a pit in your stomach as you walked. Your mind couldn’t help but drift— how did he get your number?

you thought of casual ways you might be able to ask him. Maybe bringing up the fact that Brandi didn’t know you were partners might prompt an explanation? Maybe a joke? The thought made you shiver.

As you ponder different ways to approach the situation, and possible escape plans in case things go south. You stopped.

you're here.

the front gate of Wayne Manor loomed over you. The gothic mansion looked even more scary as the sun was setting.

You shouldn’t be here.

But you were.

You pulled out your phone to check Tim’s message.

<Tim>

when you get there just hit the buzzer and someone will open the gate.

You look to the left to see a pin pad, and the buzzer. You reach to press it, but your finger hesitates.

You pause.

A cold sweat envelops you. You feel heavy. The weight of your uniform clings to your skin. The smell of oil and grease fills your nose.

Should you really do this?

You pull your hand back, it’s shaking.

Spinning on your heels to head home. You’ll text Tim, saying you had to go over time or something.

As you're walking back you think.

Bruce Wayne is a ‘billionaire playboy’, he’s kinda a ditzy guy, a philanthropist with too much money. He builds hospitals, funds schools and other good things.

There’s no way anything bad would happen with him there.

you huff turning around.

Back at the gate, your finger hovers over the buzzer again.

”you can do this” you mumble.

Just do it.

You press the button.

“Hello, How may I help you”

a posh voice asks through the speakers.

“Hi, uh. I’m here to see Tim we’re supposed to work on a project together. I don't know if he told you?” You answer meekly. You want to curl into a ball and hide.

“Ah, yes please come in y/n”

the intercom cut off.

your stomach tightened.

The metal clinked and rattled as the gates opened. He knows your name, guess Tim did tell everyone you were coming.

Once the gate is fully open it hits you. You’re at Wayne Manor. There’s a weight in your chest, your legs feel like lead.

Even so you carry on. One foot in front of the other, at least until you reach the front door.

You debate if you should knock again. The posh man did invite you in, but would it be rude if you just walked in?

Raising your fist about to knock. you hear something inside, as if someone is rushing to the door.

The door swings open, startling you just a little. You stare at the man in front of you. It’s Dick Grayson. He’s handsome Mid to late 20’s, messy hair, bright blue eyes and a boyish grin. you’ve seen him everywhere, T.V, magazines, and newspapers.

“You’re Y/n right?” He smiles— practiced, You’ve seen that smile hundreds of times.

“Uh, yeah” you answer. Once again, your voice is quieter than you’d like.

He didn’t seem to mind, he opened the door wider, welcoming you in. The faintest smirk plastered on his face.

”I’m Dick Grayson by the way” his introduction is like Tim’s, only for formality. He knows you know who he is. You slide your shoes off and look up at him.

“Nice to meet you” you smile, your voice more confident this time.

He pauses, then smiles back. It’s a different smile— it reaches his eyes.

“You as well… follow me I’ll show you Tim’s room” he starts walking, you’re quick to follow.

“So Tim said you’re on the basketball team” he asks. He leads you through the manor. It’s warmer than you’d imagine, family portraits and pictures hanging on the wall.

It takes you a second to realize he’s asking you a question. Looks like he wants to make small talk “uh.. yeah it’s pretty nice”

”That's good” he glances over his shoulder. “I’m pretty sure Tim told you but suppers at 7:15 tonight” Dick said casually.

You stumble.

Tim definitely did not mention that.

“I think he forgot to tell me…” you awkwardly laugh.

“He did!? I’ll yell at him later for it, don't worry” Dick laughs. That’s not what you were worried about.

A shiver ran up your spine. This changed everything, you were going to meet everyone.

You want to leave, to turn around and go home. Pretend everything is fine and this never happened.

He pauses in front of a door. “Anyways this is Tim’s room, I’ll see you for supper” and with that he continues walking down the hall.

It’s quiet. You could leave. Just walk away.

Your hand hovers over the door.

You got this, if anything goes wrong you’ll just run home. But nothings going to go wrong.

You knock. It’s silent for a moment.

“Come in”

The door creaked as you opened it, you cringe at the noise. You quickly scan the room before stepping in.

His room was neat almost too neat. Books stacked on a shelf with surgical precision. His desk was arranged like it was never used. There’s a few movie posters on the wall, generic ones, like they were placed to make the room look lived in.

Tim shutoff his laptop as soon as you stepped in.

the bandages wrapped around his waist are visible under his t-shirt. You try not to stare.

“Make yourself at home y/n, sorry I forgot to tell you about dinner” he chuckles sheepishly, but there’s a dark glint in his eyes.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it” you mumbled, you were quick to set up your stuff. You wanted to finish this before dinner.

Tim watched as you fumbled through your bag before handing him a rough draft of the poster. “I got a little bit done in class, we just have to write some of the stages and make the poster”

“Okay, this won't take long, maybe an hour or two” he said, reading through a rough draft of your plan.

“Cool.” you sit at his desk and start writing. “I’ll finish up the stages if you start drawing a diagram”.

Tim smirks, but his eyes don’t leave your notes “sounds good to me”

The next 45 minutes go by fast, it’s silent except the odd sound of papers shuffling. Neither of you make conversation,

you’d catch Tim staring at you every now and then, but you chose not to say anything, it’s easier.

“Dinner will be ready soon” Tim closed his notebook, you froze.

“We should start heading down now” His voice was light, his smile seemed playful— too playful, like he was a kid about to get some candy.

“Okay..” you mumble, getting up from your seat. You follow him downstairs.

you can't turn back now.

The dining room is beautiful. The warm lighting, pretty paintings, decorated table that could fit a dozen people. it looked perfect, but it only made you feel small.

You don't belong here.

You look down at your batburger uniform, suddenly feeling a little self conscious.

Tim guides you to the seat beside him.

It’s just you two at the table right now, you wonder if he can see how nervous you are right now? If he does he doesn’t say anything about it.

“You’re in for a treat, Alfred's cooking is the best” Tim exclaims as he sets his napkin on his lap.

You’re quick to copy him ”I’m sure”.

you’re lost in your thoughts—Did your mom eat? Did she leave the door unlocked again?

A presence snaps you back to reality. A younger boy is sitting across from you.

You didn’t even hear him coming. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you then glares at Tim.

“I’m Damian” his voice is almost professional. “it’s nice to meet you y/n”

“You as well Damian.” You stutter.

Dick walks in, he’s talking with a girl. You’re pretty sure it’s Cassandra Cain, she stays out of the media so you’re not sure.

They keep talking as they find their seats to the left of Damian, but they keep glancing at you.

You swallowed.

“Y/n this is Cass” Dick introduces you.

You look up and force a smile “Hi Cass it’s nice to meet you”

”you too” she responds, before resuming her conversation with Dick, but her eyes never seem to fully leave you.

Great.

Sitting in silence you stare down at the empty plate and polished silverware.

Then Bruce Wayne walks in,

You stiffen, and fix your posture.

He sits at the head of the table. Whispering something to Damian, before looking towards you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you Y/n” he says flashing his famous smile.

“It’s nice to meet you as well Mr. Wayne” faux confidence in your voice.

“Please Call me Bruce” he chuckles

”Alright” you answer, voice wavering slightly.

Before either of you can say anything else, an old man dressed in a butler's uniform walks in.

he begins to set plates in front of everyone. Once he sets yours down, it smells heavenly.

“Thank you Mr…”

”Alfred” he answers, the same posh accent you heard at the gate.

You feel eyes on you as you take your first few bites. Some tried hiding it. Others didn’t bother.

“So Y/n, I heard you had a Basketball game yesterday. How did that go?” Bruce asked, his voice was light.

“It went well, we won 68 to 25” you answered, taking another bite.

Dick Smirked. “What about you? Did you get any playtime?” He asked playfully.

“Yeah I got to play for most of it, I got MVP” you answered. Grabbing your glass of water.

there was a beat of silence.

“Impressive” Damian stated, watching closely as you took another bite.

“Your parents must be proud” Bruce stated, there was that same glint in his eyes. The one Dick and Tim had earlier.

“Yeah… My mom’s really happy, since she taught me to play and all that” you lied.

Dick scraped his fork on the plate. It was grating deliberate.

The noise made you cringe.

“Is that so?” Bruce mumbled, taking another bite of his meal.

Dinner went by without any other questions. Dick carried most of the conversation, with Tim and Damian chiming in when necessary and Bruce and Cass nodding along.

You should be thankful.

But you just felt watched.

It’s been about 30 minutes since you finished eating with everyone, you were back in Tim’s room working on writing the information for the poster.

At least you were trying to.

Tim seemed to be taking his sweet time with just a simple diagram.

You were almost finished with the notes. Glancing down at your writing the words seemed to blur together, Before snapping into focus again.

all you had left was to glue it onto the poster.

“How much longer for the diagram?” You asked, your voice sounded more tired than you expected.

He smirked “Not much, you tired?”

You yawn. Why were you tired? You’ve worked long days before, you should be used to this. You just want to go home.

“A little but I’ll be fine”

Tim stops writing, you can feel him look over at you. It’s like he’s analyzing everything you do, every minuscule expression you make.

Like he’s waiting for something.

“If you say so” he says as he gets back to work, smiling softly to himself.

A heaviness took over your body. Your movements slowed, it was getting harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

your vision swayed, eyes getting heavier.

You blinked slowly.

just a little longer than you can leave.

Maybe if you rest your eyes, just for a moment.

Tim wouldn’t mind?

++++++++++

Can you tell I wrote this in 1 sitting? I feel like it downgraded in quality the longer I wrote lol. I’ll edit any mistakes tomorrow but I really wanna post it so Imma just do that. Comment if you wanna be added to the tag-lists. I also said id explain why batfam is obsessed this chapter but I decided to slowly reveal it (I couldn’t figure out how to fit the flashback scene in the chapter) also I lowkey forgot reader was GN and made the basketball team all girls, than had to go back and change it. I googled gender neutral names and chose the ones I liked please dont come at me!! Also its super late so I hope I kept reader Gn if not Ill change it right away!!

Also if you have any request for some random YBatfam oneshot or somth send in an ask I wanna write more oneshots but I have no ideas lol.

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Can you do azzi being busy and doesn’t check her phone and paige keeps texting her and she thinks she ignoring her but she’s not and when azzi finally texts back paige doesn’t respond because she’s mad

Left on Read

Note: sorry it took me a minute.

It started with a good morning text.

Paige [8:02 AM]: Morning baby. Good luck today. I miss you already.

She waited for a response—nothing. Which was fine. Azzi was always a little slow to reply in the morning. Classes, practice, meetings—it made sense. Paige sent another message later.

Paige [11:47 AM]: How’s your day going?

Still nothing. No read receipt. No reply. Just the quiet buzz of her phone as others texted, group chats lit up, and time dragged by.

By the time her own practice ended, Paige’s stomach was twisting into knots. She stared at her phone for the millionth time, screen lit up with… nothing.

It wasn’t like Azzi. They texted all the time. Dumb updates, TikToks, “look at this squirrel outside my dorm” type messages. Azzi always responded. Even when she was busy, she’d send a quick “I’ll text you later, okay?” Just something. Something to let Paige know she was still there.

But today?

Silence.

Paige [3:05 PM]: Did I do something?

Paige [3:06 PM]: I’m not trying to be annoying, I just… you usually answer.

She almost deleted that one.

But she didn’t.

Because she felt stupid. The kind of stupid you feel when you miss someone way too much and don’t know if it’s mutual anymore. She threw her phone onto her bed, paced the floor of her dorm room like it could solve anything. Then picked her phone up again.

Paige [4:12 PM]: You could at least say you’re busy.

It was petty, but it came from somewhere real.

⸻

Azzi didn’t see the texts until nearly 5.

Her phone was dead—legitimately dead. It had been a long day. One of those ones where nothing stopped moving: class, tutoring, weight room, media requests, and a coach who went twenty minutes over because people weren’t rotating fast enough.

By the time she plugged in her phone and let it light back up, there were six unread messages. All from Paige. All slowly shifting from sweet to confused to… hurt.

Her heart sank.

Azzi [5:06 PM]: Paigey I’m so sorry I just saw these. My phone was dead and I’ve been nonstop today. I didn’t mean to ignore you I swear.

Delivered. Read.

No reply.

Azzi bit her lip. Waited. Typed something. Deleted it. Tried again.

Azzi [5:11 PM]: I didn’t even have time to think straight today. I miss you too.

Still nothing.

Now she felt it—the shift in air. That aching kind of silence where you know someone’s upset but they’re not ready to talk to you yet.

Paige wasn’t ignoring her to be cruel. She was hurt. Feeling like she didn’t matter. Azzi knew it, and it made her chest ache.

⸻

Paige sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the screen like the words weren’t enough.

She read the messages. Twice.

She believed them. Mostly.

But the sting didn’t go away. Because all day, she’d been feeling like a priority to no one. And Azzi not answering—even unintentionally—felt like the cherry on top of a crap day.

She turned her phone over, face down. Let it buzz once. Then again. She didn’t read the new message.

She just lay back, arms folded behind her head, and stared at the ceiling, too stubborn to admit that she didn’t want to be mad anymore.

⸻

Azzi gave her space.

For like… two hours. Which was a lot for her.

But after two hours of pacing, rereading her own texts, and feeling like she’d messed up the one person she never wanted to make feel forgotten, she decided to show up.

Paige’s dorm wasn’t far. They weren’t roommates—separate team housing—but close enough to walk. So she did. Hoodie pulled tight, hands shoved in pockets, breath fogging as she waited outside the building for someone to let her in.

She didn’t text.

She wanted this to be in person.

A knock on Paige’s door. No answer. She knocked again, quieter.

Footsteps.

Then the door opened.

And Paige was standing there in a hoodie too big for her shoulders, hair a little messy, eyes tired and soft. And mad. Soft and mad.

“…hey,” Azzi whispered.

Paige didn’t speak.

Azzi stepped forward, almost cautious. “Can I come in?”

There was a pause.

Then Paige stepped aside, just a little, and Azzi slipped inside.

“I’m really sorry,” Azzi said quietly.

“I know,” Paige murmured.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” Paige said too quickly. Then after a second, “Okay, you did a little.”

Azzi nodded. “I should’ve told you this morning it might be a crazy day. Or texted as soon as I realized my phone was dead. I just… I wasn’t thinking.”

Paige finally looked at her, and Azzi hated how guarded her eyes were. “I didn’t want to be mad. I just… I felt like I didn’t matter.”

Azzi walked forward slowly, until she was standing right in front of Paige.

“You matter more than anything to me. You know that, right?”

Paige didn’t answer.

So Azzi cupped her face, gently, like Paige was glass and she didn’t want to press too hard.

“I swear if I ever make you feel like you don’t, I’m failing. And I’m sorry.”

Paige blinked quickly, fighting it. She always tried to be the strong one, the one who didn’t need the reassurance, but god did she need to hear that.

Azzi leaned in. “I love you.”

Paige broke then. Just a little. Just enough to wrap her arms around Azzi’s waist and bury her face in her shoulder, letting out a quiet, shaky breath.

“I love you too,” she whispered. “Even when I’m mad.”

Azzi held her tighter. “Even when I’m stupid?”

Paige smiled into her neck. “Especially then.”

They stood like that for a long time—quiet, tangled together in a small dorm room that somehow felt like the safest place in the world when they were in it together.

[julianasversee]

. ݁𐙚 A DAY IN MY MCU DR

𓏲˚ ۪ morning routine

5:00 am

i have my alarm set for this time every week day so i have time for all my morning time activities!! i'll usually lay in bed for 15 minutes to allow myself to wake up and catch up on the notifications i had gotten throughout the night.

5:15/5:20am

this is about the time i force myself to get out of bed even though the thing i want most is to go back to sleep, i'll get out of bed and get dressed into some gym clothes, put my hair up in a ponytail braid, go down to the kitchen go make myself some breakfast and a fill up my water bottle.

5:30-5:40am

i'll make my way down to the training room to fit in a workout/clear my head and do some training with steve since he's probably been awake since 4am.

5:50-6:00am

i'll walk back to my room to have a shower to get all the sweat off and to not be stinky 🙂‍↕️, i will then get dressed for school, do my skincare/makeup routine, brush my teeth and all that jazz

7:00-7:30am

i will gather all the things i need for the day and put them in my school bag, pack some snacks for lunch and throughout the day, put on my shoes and i'm out the door by 7:30!!

𓏲˚ ۪ school day

7:30-8:10am

at this time i usually meet up with pete, ned and bri at the train station and i walk to school with them. sometimes if we're early enough we'll grab a coffee before school.

8:30-8:50am

form

i share this class with my girls mj, ave, lia and bri 💕and we just spend the whole time chatting lol this class usually lasts 20 minutes.

9:00am-10:05

english

i have this class my gorgeous ave, lia, mj and ned! this is probably one of my favourite classes because its one of my best LOL

10:10-11:15

history

i actually share this class with ned and my brother grayson! this is also another class that i excel in irl and in my dr 🙂‍↕️

11:20-12:25

AP chem

this class is shared with non other than my pookie peter!!! in this class i usually spend my time just annoying peter by passing notes with him and playing tic tac toe.

12:30-1:00pm

lunch!!!

i spend my time at lunch with ave, lia, bri, mj, peter and ned 🙂‍↕️the table we see in homecoming is the table we sit at and we just all talk.

1:05-2:15pm

gym

this class is spent with peter, ned and mj. though mj and i sit out half the time because coach does NOT care what you do with this class if you're not a sporty person.

2:20-3:25

free study

this is just essentially just a free period but you spend it at the library because its supposed to be used for catching up on assignments, homework or just study in general

3:30-4:00pm

end of the school day

the group will probably go back to mj's house to hang out for the afternoon after we get snacks and stuff. but sometimes we just walk to get food after school and go home after that, also sometimes i have work but i usually just work on weekends.

𓏲˚ ۪ nighttime activities

5:00-6:15pm

patrolling with spidey

sometimes peter will ask me to go on patrol with him around nyc, in his words "to kick ass together as a power duo". just beacuse im such a great best friend 9 times out of ten i will say yes.

6:45pm

home time!!

after patrol i'm sweaty as ever so the first thing i'll do is take a shower, get dressed again into my pyjamas and make my way downstairs to hang out with whoever is down there.

7:00pm

dinner time!!

the team and i try to have dinner together as a family everyday but it doesn't always work out like that so we try and keep our friday's free for family night. wanda usually cooks dinner for us and she allows me to help, its one of the things we have in common is our love for cooking!!

8:00pm

someone will usually put on a movie and all of us with just sit around and watch it, chat about our day, play some board games.

9:00-10:40pm

chatting with friends + homework and study

around 9:00pm is when i'll head back up to my room and i'll ask any of my friends if they wanna call and chat while we do our homework/study for any upcoming tests!!

10:50pm

i am sooo tired by this point and i can barely keep my eyes open so i'll go to the bathroom and get ready for bed!!!

thank you guys so much for spending the day with me!!

tags: @sphinx-n-friends @analyzingkotlc @avelineshifts @lcvalia !!

i changed some of the way american schools work to what i'm used to where i'm from because i am NOT from america.

THE ROSE GC SAW THIS FIRST!!!

last updated 24/02/2025

[lottieswidow]

I actually can’t stop thinking about Mari and Travis pre-crash friendship so yall get to hear about it too🤩 Some of these are add ons to other hcs I’ve seen😛 I LOVE MY LATINOJACKETS 🇲🇽 🇧🇷

Their mothers are friends and they grew up across the streets from each other. Regularly visited the others house for like a carne asada or some other event.

Coach Martinez and Mr. Ibarra became friends because of their wives and would watch soccer games together. Mrs Martinez and Mrs Ibarra would sit out in the back patio chismando while Mari, Travis, and Javi played in the backyard.

Mari actually has an older sister and a baby brother. By the time Mari and the boys were starting to hang out (around 5-6) her older sister already had her own personality and independence so she would go to her own friends house. At the same time Mari’s baby brother was yk a baby and too young to play with them.

Because Mari was older than the boys she got to choose what they played, Travis always thought it was unfair and Javi was just happy to be included. She had them playing Knights and Princesses but don’t be fooled, she was not a damsel in distress, she’s was lowkey a villain. They would go on ‘quests’ together then she’d take all the glory. Mari also had one of those crusty white dogs, they would pretend it was a dragon or some other creature during the game.

Mari is like a grade above Travis so they never had any classes together but they would ride the bus to and from school together. Javi would sit between them, Mari was closest to the window, and Travis was at the end in the aisle. This only happened in elementary school and some of middle school before they (specifically Mari) found other friends.

The end of bus rides together also caused the drift between them and they would act cordial, a nod of acknowledgment in the hall or a short wave from across the cafeteria, but they definitely weren’t as close as before.

When Mari’s baby cousin died she didn’t really know how to react. For days she was unresponsive to most questions, she would sit in her room staring at the wall for hours. Her mom was worried for her and expressed her concern to Mrs Martinez. They showed up the next day to give their condolences and tried to have Travis and Javi cheer her up.

Travis realized pretty quick that they couldn’t do much to cheer her up though. He sent Javi away so he could talk to her alone. They didn’t talk, they just sat and stared at the wall, he didn’t know how to comfort her but he knew he could show his support by being with her. After a couple minutes Mari leaned her head on his shoulder and cried. Travis let her, figured it was the first time she allowed herself to cry. They never brought it up again.

Shortly after, when Travis got his spinal fusion the Ibarras went to go visit, everyone went to go get food but Mari stayed. She thought about the day her cousin died and Travis could tell that she was but they didn’t say anything. Again they sat in silence, it was weirdly comforting for both of them.

Back in school they remained cordial, when Mari eventually got her drivers license her mom asked her to take the boys to school with her. Mari was pretty reluctant but after being threatened with the car being taken away all together she agreed. She wasn’t in the loop with other grades drama nor was she in the same circle as Bobby Farleigh so she had no idea about ‘Flex’

After the plane goes down and she calls him ‘Flex’ she didn’t really know the story behind it. She was scared and had heard the other girls calling him that so of course she got on the Travis hate train. It wasn’t genuine, she needed to blow off steam and was following the lead of the other varsity girls. Travis doesn’t say anything to her, it’s actually Natalie who tells Mari to quit it during the winter. When Mari learns the story she actually feels horrible because she remembers how 12 year old Travis looked in the hospital bed. That same night she apologizes to him in her own Mari way.

“Natalie told me what ‘flex’ means.” They’re in front of the fire place, Travis’s face flashes in anger for a second. He feels betrayed that Natalie would tell anybody, but then he realizes that it’s just Mari. The same Mari whom had played Knights and Princesses with him and his brother when they were younger, who had sat with him on the bus for seven years, who had packed in extra granola bar for him in the mornings when she would pick him up for school because he never had time to eat breakfast, who forced him to dance with her during the most important day of her adolescence.

He looks at her for a moment, wondering if she’ll continue but she just looks at the fire. Somehow Travis understands what Mari doesn’t have the guts to say. They sit in silence watching the fire as the wood crackles and smoke goes up the chimney.

The day Mari died Travis was too drunk to fully understand what had happened. His trap, intended for Lottie, had just killed Mari. He had killed Mari. Whether he wanted that to happen or not didn’t matter. He’d collected the wood, shaved it down, planted then covered it. It could be no one else’s fault but his own.

And as he sits around the fire with a piece of meat in his mouth, a piece of Mari, clarity washes over him and the noise of the others chewing fades out. He watches the fire, frozen in guilt, unable to hear anything besides his own heartbeat. Travis is reminded of the times he and Mari would sit in silence, with the only sound being heard is their breathing.

[theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming]

Nicole Reads A Lot of Fanfiction (and she's gonna share it with you): Week 16

Week [1] [2] [3] [4/5/6] [7] [8] [9] [10/11] [12/13] [14] [15]

Alright. Here we are with Week 16.

It's been a week of living in Delulu land. A warning for this Rec List: if the fic is in orange (or contains orange like that one fic I did in both colors) it is a POST 8x15 Fic. Now some might be a little speculation or ignoring canon but... If you are not in the mental space for what that may entail, stay clear of those fics :)

Sterek: 2 Buddie: 18 (8 post 8x15)

Find Me At The Tree (Waiting For You) by Arvak (2025•M•15.8K)

He'd seen it on the Nature Channel: Yellowstone National Park, one of the greatest marvels of nature, nestled right nearby in the good ol' Western States. And on a complete whim, he'd decided to pack the car and hit the road to get the hell away from customers and bosses and traffic and bills. He never expected to come face to face with a wolf. Or, rather, a werewolf who'd had very similar thoughts to his own, and who was much worse at social interaction. - OR - A total therapy fic about escape and freedom and achieving a better life that I hope you might enjoy as well.

Magna Cum Ardoriter by Waddiwasii | @waddi-writes (2025•E•31.8K)

Stiles can’t help but feel like he’s been lied to. Legally Blonde all but guaranteed immediate mastery over all coursework and an effortless discovery of his one true purpose. Instead, every class is a confusing nightmare, and the only revelation he’s had so far is that he might actually be too socially incompetent to make friends. Given that the sum of his accumulated attempts at having a quintessential, life-changing college experience is a resounding zero, Stiles is left with one very disappointing conclusion: Elle Woods is a fucking liar.

Ice Cream Trucks by glorious_spoon | @glorious-spoon (2025•M•1.2K)

"What's so funny?" Eddie murmurs. He's pressed so close Buck can't see his expression, but he can feel the shape of his smile against his jaw, and that's even better. "Nothing, nothing," Buck says, breathless, and kisses him again, because he gets to do that now apparently. "I just can't believe this is happening. Feels like a dream." "You have a lot of dreams about me?" Eddie asks, in a tone that's definitely trying to be smooth but is just a little too uneven to completely pull it off.

want to feel you when I'm falling in love by smilingbuckley | @smilingbuckley (2025•GA•1.0K)

Buck keeps getting cold at night and struggles falling asleep. Eddie cuddles him about it. -- There’s grumbling next to him before the duvet shifts. “Come here.” “What?” Buck’s voice is too loud for two in the morning. “Come here,” Eddie repeats. Buck’s been awake long enough for his eyes to have adjusted to the dark. Eddie’s hair is ruffled, standing up at the top. His hand is motioning Buck to come closer. “Why?” Buck asks instead of doing what Eddie asks him to, still confused. Eddie sighs, “Body heat.” Buck blinks. Okay, normally he’s a smart guy, okay? But it is 2 in the morning and Buck is freezing his ass off and they had a long shift the day before. When Buck doesn’t move, Eddie sighs again and pulls him closer. And… oh.

pushing the limits by Tizniz | @tizniz (2025•GA•5.3K)

The point though is that Buck doesn’t push his magic. He doesn’t know his limits. And that proves to be a problem.

slide into home base by sibylsleaves | @jeeyunspetrat (2025•E•5.1K)

Eddie's the star pitcher of the 118's intramural softball team. Buck is the assistant coach who has a few pointers for him.

Exhibit B by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•T•10.8K)

Seven years in the future, an adult Christopher has a chance to see his grandparents - and subsequently, his father - in a new light, on a family trip to El Paso.

god loves you, but not enough to save you by justhockey | @everything-i-am (2025•E•30.3K)

He’s big, is the first thing Eddie notices about him. Not just his body - though his shoulders are broad and his biceps are thick - but his presence, too. He’s so commanding that he’s impossible to miss; he draws all of Eddie’s attention even as he sits silent and motionless, like he’s trying to disappear. He has a halo of curls on his head and a shock of pink above his left eye. Angel, Eddie thinks, and something twists uncomfortably inside his chest. Or: Eddie is a priest, and Buck is a firefighter, and once their worlds collide nothing will ever be the same again.

room for two by 42hrb | @exhuastedpigeon (2025•E•3.3K)

“Dude, you’re not sleeping on the couch, you pay half the rent,” Eddie pushes Buck into the bedroom when he walks out of the bathroom on the third night of Buck’s 4 off. He’s almost dreading Eddie coming back to work next shift, then he’ll have no reprieve. “I promise I don’t bite — not unless you ask nicely.” Oh Buck is so fucked, but there’s really no way out of it. At least not while Eddie is awake. Buck decides he’s going to lay in bed and wait until Eddie falls asleep and then he’ll sneak out and onto the couch. “Yeah, fine,” he huffs and lets himself be bullied into the bedroom. 

The Eddie Diaz Lore Drop by onedropstories (2025•GA•6.0K)

Chimney sighed. “Well, man, like I said earlier, of course you can bring him.” Hen watched her best friend deflate into the couch cushions, eyes drifting to the ceiling. “Man, I was not expecting this Eddie Diaz lore drop today.” He turned back to Eddie. “Got any more secret family announcements in your pocket?” “...can I bring my kids?” “Your WHAT-”

just one single glimpse of relief (with you i serve with you i fall) by instantcaramel | @toxicpositivitybuddie (2025•GA•2.2K)

“Someone has to tell Eddie. I have to call him. I have to - have to tell him and Chris. I have to call them.” He knows he sounds frantic, almost panicked, but he can’t calm himself down. “I have to tell them. I have to - “ He sobs into his own hands, and he just wants to collapse to the ground again. or; There's only one person Buck wants to talk to tonight. (Coda to 8x15 Lab Rats)

won't say it (don't make me say it) by Tizniz | @tizniz (2025•NR•1.3K)

There’s absolute silence for a few seconds, and then there’s this broken and wounded sound. Eddie bolts up in bed, heart racing in his chest, “Buck?” “H-he’s…he’s…” Buck chokes out another sob. He sounds like…well, like he’s dying. OR: Eddie finds out.

all the quiet nights by becausebuckley | @becausebuckley (2025•T•3.8K)

“You don’t have to do that,” Buck says, averting his eyes as Eddie’s fingers begin working at his belt. “It’s just my wrist.” “Just- just let me take care of you,” Eddie says. It’s a question, but it comes out somewhere between a statement and a plea. “Please.” or: eddie takes care of buck.

who the hell likes living just to die? by BekkaChaos | @bekkachaos (2025•T•1.7K)

Set after the events of 8x15, Eddie gets a phone call.

i can take the pillowcases off the yellow pillows by atlasblue85 | @atlasblue85 (2025•GA•1.6K)

It almost sounds like someone is crying. He heads toward the source of the sound – Christopher’s room, except he knows Christopher is outside goofing off with his cousins. “Eddie?” he calls again, gently nudging the door open. He’s greeted by an unfamiliar sight: his son, sitting on the floor of his old bedroom, sobbing.

the autumn chill that wakes me up, you loved the amber skies so much by deanvrse (2025•GA•3.7K)

“I heard Maddie won’t be walking you down the aisle.” At those words, Buck’s face shifts. The flicker of a smile fades, replaced by something smaller—something quieter. He glances down, avoiding Bobby’s eyes in the mirror. “Yeah,” he says softly. “She’s officiating, so… I guess I’ll just walk myself down the aisle.” He shrugs, trying to play it off like it doesn’t matter, but Bobby sees the way his jaw clenches, the way his shoulders tense again like they’ve been carrying that thought all morning. Bobby’s hands still on the tie. He doesn’t speak right away. “Or—” he says eventually, voice gentle, “I could do it.”

Or it’s Buck and Eddie’s wedding day and Bobby is their gentle pillar

i fear the worst (how could you leave us all behind?) by buckleysbest | @langdonsmel (2025•GA•673w)

Eddie gets the call at 9:32 on a Friday morning.

It was night (when you died) by ranbling | @ranbling (2025•T•1.3K)

Eddie gets the first text a little after 10 pm, it's Karen telling him everyone is okay. Buck calls him after midnight. "Buck? You there?" he breaks the silence and it feels wrong. It feels like the calm before the storm, the calm before something goes wrong on a call. It feels like the calm before he got shot by a sniper in the sunlight, before Buck got struck by lightning. "I-it's, it's Bobby" Buck chokes out.

killing time at the cemetery by playinginthunderstorms | @playinginthunderstorms (2025•T•1.8K)

You’re gonna be okay, Buck, he’d said. They’re gonna need you, he’d said. Captain’s orders. Buck will not fail him. Not ever again.

and longingly i long by effervescentwolf | @effervescentwolf (2025•M•13.9K)

He’s still greedy, even now. Still can’t figure out how to loosen his grip on it just a little, knuckles white with how hard he’s holding on, but he’s trying so hard to give Eddie space and time because he asked for it, because when they got together, Eddie couldn’t seem to stop looking at him when he asked Buck to be patient with him, couldn’t hide the nerves from his voice, the vulnerability of his open chest, the honesty in his fingers against Buck’s wrist where he’d held on so gently as if he was afraid to come any closer. So Buck is trying, to just sink into having it rather than wanting more, to let it be enough rather than him being too much, and he’s been doing good, mostly. He’s been doing good. - Or asking for what you want is asking too much of Buck, except it isn’t really. Not when it’s Eddie.

[firecurls-27]

Team chaotix headcanons bc I adore them and I’m fandom trash.

Charmy bee

6 - 9 yo. Realizes he’s pansexual when he’s older, he/him. Audhd.

(If human) I imagine him as Afro-Latin. Do I have evidence? No. But I feel it.

Has trouble reading (possibly dyslexic), but refuses to acknowledge or tell anyone and it bites him in the ass. “Hey man, what does that say?” “Uh…chicken kebab.” “Chicken keba- -that says ‘restroom’.” “Does it??” “Where’d you get ‘chicken kebab’ from???” “I dunno????”

Has no idea who his family or parents are or were. He doesn’t care. Vector and Espio are his family, and that’s that.

Used to call vector “dad” when he first started talking. Vector pretended not to like it. After he was officially hired as a member of the detective agency, he stopped calling vector “dad” and just called him by his name to sound “more professional” as Charmy called it. He started calling vector “dad” again when he turned 12 or so.

There was one time the Chaotix went on a dangerous mission and charmy almost got badly hurt. They thought it’d be a good idea to put him in daycare for a bit during the day so he’s somewhat safe and he gets to learn things.

It took 3 people to drag charmy inside the daycare. He did NAWT wanna go.

Normally is very polite and kind but will absolutely throw hands if you insult his friends/family or are mean in general. He’s got a 0 tolerance policy for bullies.

When he gets into a serious fight, he takes off his helmet. He headbutts.

Enjoys boxing and watching the boxing channel. He tried to train with some friends but it got out of hand and needless to say to say he sent 3 kids to the hospital. But at least he was victorious.

Knuckles is his boxing coach when they have time together.

Doesn’t have a lot of actual friends his age. He claims his best friends are Espio and vector. Which concerns them both because they want charmy to have friends his age.

Occasionally vector gives him days off and lets charmy roam the neighborhood to hang out with neighbor’s kids. Charmy isn’t really close friends with any of them, but at least it’s something.

But charmy ends up hanging out with cream and tails the most.

The minute charmy and cream met they saw each other as siblings. Like they both believe they came out of the same woman. When they get time to themselves they like to cause slight mischief around town.

Vector teaches him a lot about money, so charmy hosted a whole ass class to the neighborhood kids about how to commit tax fraud. You can imagine some parents were not pleased.

In real life, bees are known for being excellent dancers. You know damn well my boy charmy is tearing it up on the dance floor. You name a dance and he can dance as if he invented it. The moonwalk, the Prisiadki, the Charleston, any. Vector and Espio are insanely impressed.

If he didn’t love detective work so much, he’d be a food critic. He’s got a good flavor palette.

He likes to help tails test-drive with some new robotics if Sonic is unavailable at the moment.

He and kit have unspoken beef.

Speaks a little Spanish. He, Espio, and Ray like to shit-talk their coworkers speaking Spanish and none are the wiser.

Teaches cream swear words in Spanish.

When he got older and became a dad he called vector every 5 minutes to ask baby questions and to see if he was doing everything right. Vector had to come over several times for it to only be a minor fix. But he assures charmy that he’s doing a great job.

Espio

17 - 21 yo. Bisexual, he/they. Autistic.

(If human) Japanese.

Mommy issues. She genuinely does care for him, but is so insanely strict and uptight and it’s suffocating and one of the only people that gets Espio really riled up.

Close with his father, but he died under mysterious circumstances when Espio was around 12 or so. Espio still wonders what happened.

Has a couple younger sisters, but was never very close to them, as he was busy with ninja training.

I have some more backstory for him but it involves oc x canon and ik no one gives a shit lol /hj

left home at 15 and stayed at Angel island for a while.

I said it before in a personal hc and I’ll say it again. He unintentionally pulls bitches. Male, female, doesn’t matter. A client comes in, the job gets done, the client gives Espio their phone number personally. He doesn’t know why.

Espio has a whole drawer full of these numbers he keeps because he thinks they could be used to call previous clients for future cases. Vector seethes with jealousy and frustration.

Too young to be considered a co-parent, but too old to be considered vector’s son. So vector just refers to him as “family”, he doesn’t need a label.

His favorite food is dumplings, but this specific recipe his mom made. They aren’t on speaking terms, so he can’t get the recipe. Every time he tries to re-create it, it comes out wrong.

He can cook excellent Japanese cuisine, but because the ingredients are so expensive he can’t make any for vector and charmy.

Canonically speaks 17 languages, so if he’s pissed at his coworkers he speaks only a certain language they can’t speak. It drives them up the wall.

Has the potential to sing really really good, if he used his talent he’d be more popular than Elvis.

Learned shamisen from his father. He has a few sheets of music his father would play when he was younger, and tries to recreate the music.

Hopes to open his own tea house one day.

Looooves tea. Likes to drink it after a long day. Or sake. Depends on what kind of day he’s had.

Vector

21 - 35 yo. Straight, he/him. Adhd.

(If human) African-American, but he’d be from Louisiana specifically.

Momma’s boy. Learned from her to be kind to others without reward. He was closest with her.

Youngest of 30. The most picked on and got everything last. Thankfully, his momma made sure he gets food at every meal.

His pop was very hard on him, trying to toughen him up, but also never took vector seriously.

He ran away from home when he was 13 and lived in Downunda till he was 18 and met the other chaotix.

Writes to his mother every day.

Used to smoke until he adopted charmy. He’s done a good job at quitting!

Used to partake in Mary-Jane and lots of drinking. Stopped 1, bc of charmy and 2, bc he couldn’t afford it anymore. He saw it as his wake-up call in order to quit. …but every now and then if offered…

Babysat cream once in hopes of gaining vanilla’s favor. He spent the evening teaching cream tax fraud. Vanilla was not impressed.

Scruffs anyone shorter than him when arguing. Oh, talking shit? Get scruffed, idiot.

Cream is basically his daughter now, he’s such a girl dad. But doesn’t forget to give charmy equal amounts of love and attention.

Would die and kill for his kids. Don’t think he won’t.

Loves to DJ, and occasionally DJ’s for big events of the price is right.

Looooves jerky. If you give him some he’d kill for you. But if you give him one of those gross fake-jerky’s he’d kill YOU.

Used to have an awful swearing problem, and tries to keep it on the down-low after he had charmy. It was hard to stop swearing, but he did a good job. But of course the one time he swore, charmy’s first word became “shit.”

Chaotix

They once took a job at club rouge in hopes of getting some extra cash, but they were all fired after the first day. Vector was too aggressive with mean customers, charmy kept messing up orders and spilling food, and espio kept running off to use the slot machines.

They genuinely have no idea what happened to mighty and ray.

There’s a group of mean kids in their neighborhood that like to pick on charmy. Normally, charmy doesn’t say anything about it and takes care of it himself by trying to fight against them. He always loses and comes home with some bruises or cuts.

But there was one time he got roughed up a bit too much and broke his arm. Obviously Espio and Vector took him to the emergency room, but afterwards they decided to try and take care of the punks themselves. Then the parents.

After that they got arrested for aggravated assault. Vanilla had to bail them out.

They loooooooove the beach. They try to go as much as they can during the summer and spring.

During the winter, because Espio and vector are cold blooded, they get rather sluggish and more tired. As an addition to that problem already, their building doesn’t have good air conditioning, leaving them very cold and unable to do a lot around the agency.

it’s up to charmy to try and pick up the slack, and solve cases while he makes vector and Espio rest.

Turns out he can’t do every single job in the agency by himself, so he desperately asks cream and tails for help with cases. While vanilla helps trying to keep espio and vector from freezing to death.

When the temperature gets warmer and Espio and vector can move again, they give charmy a few days off so he can relax for all his hard work.

They have the dumbest conversations if there’s nothing to do. They once got into a fight about what color an orange is. Don’t ask.

They have a rinky-dink box tv they all have to share. If someone wants to watch a different channel they rock-paper-scissors for it. Vector always loses.

When charmy’s asleep, vector and Espio drink Sake together and discuss further finance decisions and business problems. But it ends up turning into stupid conversations either about childhood trauma or something funny they saw on the street.

Vector’s room consists of a twin bed way too small for him that only has one pillow and a blanket, a broken down record player, several draws of tacky jewelry, posters from bands and musicians that were popular in the 90s, a boombox, a closet of old clothes that don’t fit him anymore, and several dirty clothes on the floor.

Espio’s room consists of a futon he tried to diy but it’s lumpy and uncomfortable, a bunch of mix-n-match furniture he bought in attempts of trying to make it a somewhat not-sad living situation, several ninja stars and Shuriken’s stuck on the walls and ceiling from practicing and night terrors, said ninja stars and shurikens are also hid under his pillow and his futon, a few katanas are hung on his wall, and a closet of traditional kimonos, ninja outfits, and disguises.

Charmy’s room consists of a twin bed that’s a bit nicer than vectors but still messy, a baby blanket his parents gave him (the only thing he has from them), knock-off toys vector bought at the discount store, miscellaneous objects (such as wrenches, staplers, sticks, etc) that Charmy claims as toys, drawings he’s made, photos of the Chaotix’ on various adventures, several board games for “family game night” they’re all just different editions of the game Clue, and a closet with toys he claimed he put away, a couple winter coats, and several swimwear because he forgets where he puts them and ends up buying a new pair.

Bonus fella’s:

Mighty

16 - 22 yo. Omnisexual (masc pref), He/him. Audhd.

(If human) genuinely don’t have any idea, but he’d be from Texas no matter the ethnicity.

Grew up on a desert farm with his Pop and a few little siblings. Country boy. Left to peruse a life of adventure, but still keeps in touch with his dad.

Has an accent he tries to hide because the others tease tf out of him for it. “Hey have y’all seen-“ “y’all??” “Y’ALL???” “Stop.” “Y’ALL C’MERE N HELP ME WITH THE CHICK’N KOOP!!” “Stop it.” “BERNIE COME GIT THE DAYUM CATTLE ‘FORE IT EATS ALL OUR CROPS!!!”

Gym enthusiast. Loves to work out every day he can. And likes to help out people in the gym who struggle.

Used to have teeeeerrible anger problems, but he’s gotten so much better. He learned to calm down when he began taking care of Ray. Ray taught him patience, quiet, and self control.

Sweetie pie. Is the best to come to for comfort, he’s so polite.

Gives. The. Best. Hugs. Why do you think he works out so much?

Amazing with kids, likes to read them books if he ever babysits. And used to read storybooks to Ray.

After several years of practically raising Ray, he knew he wanted to be a dad. Problem is, he doesn’t have a partner he wants to raise kids with…

Ray likes to make homemade gifts, mighty keeps every single one no matter how misshapen it is or how shitty it’s made.

Ray

6 - 12 yo. Genderfluid when older, he/she/they. Autism.

(If human) Mexican.

Was about 3 - 4 years old when he met mighty, and has stuck by him ever since.

Ray used to call him “dad” but began calling him “brother” when he was 5. Mighty misses when he used to call him dad.

Can kick your ass in go-fish.

Not as smart as tails, but not as dumb as charmy.

Loves kickball. Is the best out of the entire group.

He, charmy, tails, and cream have flying races to see while fastest. He and tails tied.

Really good chef. Give him miscellaneous items in your pantry and he’ll give you a 5-star meal. Charmy is the taste tester.

He’s a real sweetie, but has a mischievous and sassy side that only comes out when he’s with kids his age.

His blue shoes were the first gift mighty ever gave him.

Spanish is his first language. Mighty taught him English, and he teaches mighty Spanish.

Becomes a professional chef when he’s older.

[y2kas13]

Hiii can i request coach!sevika x beginner reader?? Like in the gym

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၄၃ Coach!Sevika x beginner!reader

၄၃ Summary: You decided to stick true to your New Year's resolution and go to the gym, but you're struck with embarrassment every time you enter, not just because you're a complete novice at exercise but also because a particularly beautiful woman who obviously knows what she's doing is there.

၄၃ CW: suggestive but no actual smut since it wasn't requested, sevika is naturally flirty and casually dominant and that rings true in this, no set body type just that reader hasn't exercised in a while, reader gets out of breath but no descriptions of asthma or anything seriously medically wrong.

၄၃ A/N: OMG GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT ON MY LAST FIC!! I'm so glad you guys actually enjoyed it and yes I will make a part two that is more fleshed out just allow me some time to do so lol. I'm gonna try to get into the swing of writing again as I've wanted to for a while but was unmotivated but since you've expressed your interest I shall do my best lol. As always interaction is appreciated and feel free to request whatever for any character I write for (check my masterlist to see which characters those are as I have updated it and my request rules) ALR ENOUGH YAP ESSSGETIT

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Like almost everyone on the planet on January 1st, I vowed to go to the gym. I've never been too concerned with my figure, I know that my size doesn't determine my worth or beauty but it does hurt my ego that the little 12-year-olds I babysit can carry more bags of groceries into the house than I can.

To prepare I bought a gym membership. I wanted to do pilates but the only classes were for rich stay-at-home moms with disposable incomes which I couldn't afford so I stuck to a cheap little gym membership. For Christmas, many of my friends and family bought me gym equipment and clothing to help jumpstart and keep me encouraged to go, as I don't want to feel as though I've wasted their money.

I procrastinated for a few days going under the guise of wanting to "avoid the rush on newcomers" when in reality I saw a couple of TikToks poking fun at the newcomers that come in January and don't know what they are doing then flake by February and it made me feel bad.

I want this to be serious I need to get stronger and improve physically.

I was on a downward spiral of insecurity about my skill or lack thereof when I saw an ad on Instagram advertising affordable trainers for newbie gym-goers.

Trying to cash in on the rush I see. I decided to click the link and check it out. If it's a scam, I'll just click out anyway.

I was greeted with a nicely arranged and professional-looking website. In the corner, I saw a badge that proudly announces 5 years of business. Must not be a scam after all I thought. I continue to look through the website partly due to boredom but also in part due to curiosity.

I click on a button that says "Personalize your workout and get a coach!" I fill it out completely and honestly because I could get help from someone who knows way more about exercise than I do. I'd rather cough up a few extra dollars every month and reach my goals rather than accidentally injure myself and never go back.

After a few moments of waiting for results it tells me I'm a complete novice, no duh, I thought. I should start with a completely basic workout to get me started but not overdo it. it gives me a couple of options for trainers who specialize in training newbies.

"Ew, they are all creepy-looking old guys." There was a fleck of disappointment in my tone. I kept looking though just to see if there wasn't anyone... geriatric looking. Then I see her.

A beautiful brown-skinned woman, at least 6 feet tall who is absolutely ripped. A calm, yet slightly authoritative look took over her face. After a moment of just staring at her pictures, I read her description.

Hi, I'm Sevika. I’m 37 and have been exercising since I was a teenager so I know a thing or two about properly exercising and targeting the right muscle groups. Message me if you're interested in having me train you. Short and sweet, huh? I thought to myself after reading her quite short bio. I didn't even give it much of a second thought as I clicked her to be my coach and sent a deposit to lock it in. Then, promptly passed out as it was well past 2 am and I still had to work tomorrow.

After leaving work I came home and got ready to go to the gym. I had been briefly texting Sevika to set up meeting times for the weeks to come. To my disappointment, all her messages were short and to the point. we agreed every two days a week to keep it simple enough but to too hardcore to burn myself out, or my wallet.

I checked my new fitness watch to see what time it was and saw that I was cutting it close to when I had to meet her. From her messages, she seems very no-nonsense and wouldn't appreciate it if I was late for our first meeting. Not that I want to waste any time getting to see her.

After a short car ride, I go inside, get my new membership card to sign in, and then walk into the gym part. I look around a little anxious. all these people and these frankly daunting-looking equipment make me second guess myself, everyone looks like they know what they're doing what if they're secretly judging me for being new? Right as I'm gonna say fuck it and take the L of losing out on some money I hear a voice from my right call out my name.

I whip my head around to see who could be calling me I see her in all her glory.

Those pictures did not do her justice.

She's even more breathtaking in person. Before I can go on and keep staring at her she makes her way over to me with a natural swagger in her walk. I can't stop staring at her muscles that poke through her tight gray shirt. As she comes closer someone stops to dap her up. "Big Mama is back huh? haven't seen you in a bit." Big Mama is right. "Took a break to give you losers a chance to catch up to me, obviously it didn't help much." They both have a slight chuckle, Sevika pats them on their back and walks past them with a promise to hit them up later.

She finally walks up to me and gives me a quick look up and down and smirks slightly. “So you're the newbie I'll be training for the next couple of weeks huh?” I give a flushed smile and nod a tad too fast, “Yup, that's me, I'm excited to get back into the gym!” She gives me a bigger smirk at this. “I'm excited to have you here.” she leaves a lingering look at my lips that quickly goes down to my hips and back up to my eyes. She leads me towards the middle of the gym.

We discussed my reasons for exercising, and she mapped out a plan of action for my exercises. She also promised to send me a meal plan to follow to further my exercise journey.

“Alright let's start with some basic arm exercises since you're focused on strength in your upper body.” She led me to a bench and instructed me to bend over it with one arm supporting and one arm lifting the dumbbell.

As I moved she watched softly correcting my form but her hands lingered perhaps just a bit to long. I kept up doing several different low-impact strength training all of which Sevika kept a close eye and even closer hand on me to correct my form. 

As time seemingly stretched on for ages, I finally completed my exercise routine for the day. As I gulped down my water rather quickly, her voice broke me from my exhausted daze.

“Well, judging by your dehydration and sweat on your brow, you definitely got in a good workout.” Her chuckle at the end of her statement brought over a rush of embarrassment, and I quickly tried to wipe any sweat off myself and calm down my rapid breath. So much for not trying to embarrass myself in front of her.

“Oh my god, I must look insane right now, just give me a moment to compose myself!” I say hurriedly trying to fix my hair and save face in front of her. She reaches out and grabs my hand, “No need to be embarrassed I think you look real good all sweaty in front of me.” Her grip on my arm and her words makes me look up at her and see the sultry look in her eyes. 

“How about I take you into the locker room and help you… freshen up.”

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Yeah, still going feral over the EAH books, not sorry. Forget the Dragon Games. Let's talk about how Basketball works in the EAH universe. Might wanna strap in lads, cuz it's a WILD fucking ride.

So we see them play basketball in the EAH books exactly once in The Storybook of Legends, during Grimnastics class, and it's one of my favorite seens. It technically has all the normal rules of basketball except for two things.

1) everyone has to carry a basket of pastries on their arms. All thr pastries in this basket must stay untouched over the course of the game.

2) about 5 minutes into the game, hungry feral wolves are released onto the court.

During the basketball game we observe, several things of note happen that are great at summarizing people's characters:

1) Cerise is obviously the only one who ends the game with an untouched basket

2) Daring thinks he's hot shit and immediately falls for feints from the Rebel team.

3) Dexter is better at basketball than Daring

4) C.A. Cupid gets fouled for flying above the court in an effort to escape the wolves, and then drops her basket into one's mouths anyways.

5) Kitty straight up ignores the rules and spends the whole game chilling on top of the basketball hoops, much to the consternation of coach gingerbread.

6) Ashlynn uses her unique powers of animal speech to negotiate with the wolves. She ends out feeding them one pastry out of her basket, and does not get mauled in exchange.

7) Lizzie gets chased by a wolf and keeps shouting OFF WITH IT'S HEAD, and Hunter steps in to save her, despite them being on opposite teams.

8) In doing so, he rips off his shirt and strikes a hero pose, which causes invisible trumpets to blare

9) As Raven and Maddie have to explain to C.A. Cupid, this happens a lot. It's a Huntsman thing, called the Huntsman-to-the-Rescue move, and Maddie's pretty sure it's so their shirts stay clean.

10) Raven finds Hunter's chivalry exasperating, Maddie finds it sweet, and Cupid finds his shirtlessness hot.

11) Apple, who has neverending team spirit, keeps attempting to cheer the team to the win even after the ball disappears and everyone is pretty sure a wolf ate it.

12) Dexter is a good sport and keeps playing the game even after the ball has been eaten, even though it's mostly just wolves and screaming and spilled pastries at this point.

13) Raven is extremely tired, has more important things to be doing, and says this almost makes her miss dodgeball. Almost.

14) The class "naturally" divides into two teams: Royals vs. Commoners. These categories will later turn into Royals vs. Rebels, more out of loyalty to each other and the principle of the thing rather than their actual opinions on their personal destinies. Raven always hangs with the commonors, despite being royalty, because the royals are jerks.

[yourdailykitsch]

Taylor Kitsch Was Sleeping on the Subway Before He Was Cast in 'Friday Night Lights'

Taylor Kitsch, 43, is a Canadian actor best known for his roles in "Friday Night Lights," "Savages" and "American Assassin." He stars in the Netflix Western miniseries "American Primeval," which starts Jan. 9.

Beginning in the fourth grade, I loved talking in front of my grade-school classes. We had public-speaking contests, and I'd get up and tell improvised fictional stories.

Some kids spoke about penguins or polar bears, but I made up funny stories about nightmares. Classes often voted for me as their favorite, sending me on to compete on the assembly stage. If the audience there voted for me, too, off I'd go to compete against other schools.

I was a class clown, always trying to make people laugh. While I had zero interest in drama in school, public speaking planted a seed for acting years later.

My family first lived in Kelowna, British Columbia, but I don't remember much about it. My parents divorced when I was 1. My father, Drew, had been a race-car driver and then worked in Guyana diamond mines before going into construction.

Following my parents' separation, my two older brothers - Brody and Daman - and I lived with my mother, Sue. When I was 5, we moved to Anmore, a rural area north of Vancouver. My mom held a few jobs to pay the bills.

Three years later, my mother had a serious boyfriend, Peter, who was older than her. We moved into a double-wide, ugly blue mobile home with four bedrooms in a trailer park.

The surrounding area was forested, so I often played in the woods with my best friend, Paddy. All those trees and quiet provided me with a sense of calm and wonderment. The woods were an adventure and an escape.

Peter was a gentle soul and taught me to play soccer. When I was 12, he and my mom split up. I was a mess, angry, and not totally understanding. I was emotional when Peter and I had to say goodbye.

I insisted my mom drive me a half-hour to his house so I could spend weekends there. This continued for several months until I was told he'd died.

Peter was a big guy and incredibly athletic. He never yelled, and he taught me it was acceptable for guys to express their feelings. That was a huge help. As a kid, I was so freaking insecure. I didn't know where to put my energy when I felt things.

In high school, I was good in subjects I liked - English and history. The rest was a mystery. At the University of Lethbridge in Albert, someone told me to major in finance. I took a semester of macroeconomics, which was ridiculous for me.

After a year, I left. I was lost. I'd hoped hockey would be my ticket, but an injury at age 20 ended that dream.

Then my mom tricked me into meeting a modeling agent in Vancouver. He sent my pictures to IMG Models in New York. They signed me, and I moved there in 2002. While acting wasn't part of my grand plan, it seemed like a logical offshoot.

I took classes, but I was super cocky at first, which angered my acting coach, Sheila Gray. She kicked me out of class, and said, "Come back when you're ready to listen and study." That was the nudge I needed.

I returned to Sheila a few weeks later and dug in. My passion for acting grew as I uncovered my love of a challenge, leading to self-discovery and belonging. That's when I realized acting was more than just a craft. It was a career.

Most helpful were sheila's classes on improv and scene study. Chris Forberg, my friend and modeling agent who knew I was studying, saw that I'd stuck with it and thought I would make a better actor than model. He offered to introduce me to a few acting managers, and that's how I found Stephanie Simon, who is still my manager.

Though Sheila let me take classes for free, I didn't have a visa so I couldn't work. I lived on friends' couches, slept on the subway and coached clients on nutrition for cash.

Eventually, I went to Barbados and worked construction with my dad for nearly two months before returning to Vancouver. I bought a small car and drove to Los Angeles but had to live in the car. I soon returned to Vancouver again.

In 2005 I auditioned on tape for the TV series "Friday Night Lights" and was cast. The studio got me a visa to work in Austin, Texas, where the series was shot. That was my big break.

Today, I live in a wood-and-steel contemporary house in Bozeman, Mont. I also have a 22-acre property outside of town on top of a mountain that I'm developing into a foundation and a drug-and-alcohol healing retreat for veterans and kids.

Three months ago, one of my brothers was on Facebook and came across a photo of Peter at his 93rd birthday. I was shocked. Just before Christmas, we paid him a surprise visit and stayed for two hours. He was grateful. I left him a card thanking him for his influence on me. And for teaching me about kindness.

Taylor's Hike

"American Primeval"? I play a weathered loner who helps a woman and her son fleeing their past cross the violent West in 1857.

Your dad and mom? He passed last year. My mom lives outside of Vancouver.

Fireplace? It's a long, contemporary, black steel gas model. I turn it on every morning when I have my coffee.

Home splurge? I recently bought a nice Breville Barista coffee machine.

Bozeman too chill? If you're bored up here, it's your fault. I just went on a 7-mile waterfall hike. It helped clear my head after a long stretch on set.

[symbarchive]

kanagawa high school ids (character profiles :3)

the art is by my sister !! <3

these are related to the fic something you make bloom, please consider giving it a read

[Image description: 11 images featuring the same id template. there is a title at the top reading either "teacher id" or "student id". On the left is a box containing a digitally drawn profile of the character with a turquoise blue background and underneath states their name and class. On the right is a turquoise box listing details of their character.

The first is Fukuzawa Yukichi's. The details are as follows: Former professional volleyball player, Current literature teacher. Age: 45. Birthday: January 10. Club: Volleyball (Teacher Adviser/Coach). Likes: Cats, Beef hot pot, Tea, Equality. Dislikes: Feudalism, Violence. Hobbies: Charity work, befriending cats. He is drawn staring wide-eyed at the camera and his face is in a slight frown almost as if he was startled by the photo being taken but is trying to hide it. He has subtle eye bags, wrinkles and stubble.

The second is Kunikida Doppo's. He is in Class 3A. Age: 17. Birthday: August 30. Club: Volleyball (Captain). Likes: His schedules, Taking notes, Seared tataki bonito, Volleyball. Dislikes: Unplanned events, Authority, Being unable to play volleyball. Hobbies: Cooking, Fishing, Volleyball. He is drawn looking serious. The roots of his hair are growing in.

The third is Dazai Osamu's. He is in Class 3C. Age: 17. Birthday: June 19. Club: Volleyball (Vice Captain). Likes: Crab, MSG, Lying, Bugging Kunikida. Dislikes: Pain, Dogs, Chuuya. Hobbies: Suicide (but it is crossed out), Being a nuisance. His tongue is out and he winks at the camera producing a star emote as a result.

The fourth is Edogawa Ranpo's. He is in Class 3B. Age: 17. Birthday: October 21. Club: Volleyball, Likes: Sweets, Logical thinking, Praise. Dislikes: Common sense, Useless knowledge, Sweating, Laundry. Hobbies: Examining true crime, Eating sweets. He's drawn smiling with a lollipop in his mouth. His eyes are closed.

The fifth is Yosano Akiko's. She is in Class 3A. Age: 17. Birthday: December 7. Club: Volleyball. Likes: Eel, Flowers, Surgery videos, Blood. Dislikes: Male chauvinism, Playing volleyball. Hobbies: Reading medical records, Learning about miraculous medical recovery. She is drawn looking away from the camera, disinterested.

The sixth is Tanizaki Jun'ichiro's. He is in Class 2A. Age: 16. Birthday: July 24. Club: Volleyball. Likes: Conger eel, Chinese food, Plushies, Cats. Dislikes: Earthquakes, Being called on in class, Being noticed. Hobbies: Arcade games. He looks at the camera, smiling. Though there is no light in his eyes, he looks rather kind.

Seventh is Haruno Kirako. She is in Class 2A. Age: 16. Birthday: September 12. Club: Volleyball (Manager). Likes: Tea, Her pet cat. Dislikes: Raising her voice, Hobbies: Sudoku, Photography. She is drawn with an awkward smile.

Eighth is Nakajima Atsushi. He is in Class 2B. Age: 16. Birthday: May 5. Club: Tennis (Former), Volleyball. Likes: Chazuke, Cats, The Kanagawa Volleyball club. Dislikes: Himself, The orphanage he grew up in, Swimming, Hobbies: Menial labour (for money), Reading. He is drawn in terrible alarm, pupils tiny, eyes wide, mouth agape, as though he was thouroughly startled.

Ninth is Miyazawa Kenji's. He is in Class 1B. Age: 15. Birthday: August 27. Club: Volleyball, Gardening (sole member). Likes: Animals, Tempura soba, Bird song, Eating with Fukuzawa-sensei and Ranpo-senpai, His friends, Everyone. Dislikes: Arguments, Bad soil, Being unable to help. Hobbies: Farming. He is drawn with a big grin, eyes round and full of light, he has a slight gap between his two front teeth and some dirt on his shoulder.

Tenth is Tanizaki Naomi's. She is in Class 1A. Age: 15. Birthday: March 26. Club: Pop culture. Likes: Jun’ichirou, Getting her way. Dislikes: That she isn’t allowed to watch the volleyball team practice, Time apart from Jun’ichirou. Hobbies: Spending time with Jun’ichirou, Reading magazines. She is drawn smiling widely.

Finally is Izumi Kyouka's. She is in Class 1B. Age: 15. Birthday: November 4. Club: Volleyball. Likes: Rabbits, Tofu, Hydrangeas, Ghosts. Dislikes: Dogs, Thunder, The dark. Hobbies: Helping her sister, Drawing. She is drawn with wide eyes and a small upside down v mouth sort of like a rabbit's. /End Image Description]

[successpointinstitute]

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[thisisnotthenerd]

Hey there! Saw your FH statistics back in Ao3, particularly the level progressions, and found it very neat! I just wanted to ask since you've mentioned somewhere how campaigns that start at level 1 have a lot more deaths/downs compared to campaigns that don't (for obvious reasons), do you have a list of pc character deaths and/or downs? I believe that all the deaths were due to failed death saving throws, but were there any killed outright deaths? If not, that's completely alright.

And I do want you to know that your stats are very useful for a bunch of people!! A friend of mine and I write fanfic, and having these at an arms reach is super useful, so I just wanted to appreciate your hard work on it! Thank you for making our researching lives easier!

EDIT 1/20: sorry this took so long to answer; i got busy with the start of my semester and only just got to finish this round of stats.

thank you! i’m so glad they’re useful.

as for the deaths, i don’t have a current list, but you’ve inspired one, so here goes:

dimension 20 deaths

this one’s a doozy, so we’ll be splitting it up based on a few things: season, character, and death v. down. i’m not going precisely by episode because it’s easier to summarize like this, but heavier death episodes will be noted.

a down means the character goes unconscious through depletion of hp (not sleep or stun conditions). this doesn’t necessarily mean they have death saves, as sometimes they are brought up before they have to roll them. a death means three failed saves or more than double damage. not necessarily permadeath—the characters may be revivified or resurrected through other means. permanent deaths are counted separately, as they mean new character introductions.

i did this by reviewing the episode transcripts; if there are any inaccuracies, let me know. i'm just covering the core cast seasons for now, as doing the sidequests in the same post would make this incredibly long to read. plus, once those are done i'll have spreadsheet data for all of them.

core seasons

fantasy high: most of the deaths are concentrated into 3 episodes: clash of the corn cuties, the sisterly showdown, and prompocalypse. in all three cases, the fight was above the bad kids' weight class, and they also dealt with hazards that could have been avoided, i.e. jumping on tables, climbing the roof, flying over the battlefield, etc.

at this point, brennan was still rolling death saves for most of the enemies, so over the course of the season, the bad kids saw doreen, ragh, coach daybreak, and biz glitterdew die through death saves. the tiefling greasers all died on impact, so no death saves for them.

fig faeth: 2 downs, 0 deaths

gorgug thistlespring: 2 downs, 1 death (3 failed death saves)

adaine abernant: 3 downs, 0 deaths

fabian aramais seacaster: 1 down, 0 deaths

kristen applebees: 2 downs, 1 death (3 failed death saves)

riz gukgak: 2 downs, 0 deaths

total: 12 downs, 2 deaths

fantasy high sophomore year (including all fh oneshots): fewer downs/deaths this time, though they were still concentrated into a couple of episodes: the row and the ruction, the forest of the nightmare king, and spring break! i believe in you! (part 2). the bad kids dealt with some additional hazards in these fights, including fabian's deleveling, the mindflayer stun effect, the great unicorn, killian, kalina, and arianwen abernant.

if we count gilear, then the count is nearly doubled. gilear went unconscious 2 times, (3 if we count getting caught in the wheelwell of the van), and fully died 3 times (demons at the hotel cavalier, bill seacaster, armor of pride).

fig faeth: 0 downs, 0 deaths

gorgug thistlespring: 1 down, 0 deaths

adaine abernant: 0 downs, 1 death (oneshot by the unicorn)

fabian aramais seacaster: 1 down, 0 deaths

kristen applebees: 1 down, 1 death (oneshot by the unicorn)

riz gukgak: 2 downs, 1 death (knocked unconscious then killed by killian)

total: 5 downs, 3 deaths (8 downs, 6 deaths counting gilear)

fantasy high junior year: the down count comes back up, though there were no deaths at all this season. most of these came just from the ragenarok fight, as the melee fighters all got repetitively knocked out by porter and brought back up by the kristens.

fig faeth: 2 downs, 0 deaths

gorgug thistlespring: 5 downs, all within the last 3 episodes, 0 deaths

adaine abernant: 5 downs, 0 deaths

fabian aramais seacaster: 4 downs, 0 deaths

kristen applebees: 2 downs, 0 deaths

riz gukgak: 0 downs, 0 deaths

total: 18 downs, 0 deaths

fantasy high totals: 35 downs, 5 deaths (not including gilear. it's 38;8 with him).

fig faeth: 4 downs, 0 deaths

gorgug thistlespring: 8 downs, 1 death

adaine abernant: 8 downs, 1 death

fabian aramais seacaster: 6 downs, 0 deaths

kristen applebees: 5 downs, 2 deaths

riz gukgak: 4 downs, 1 death

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the unsleeping city: another finale concentration, with most of the deaths happening in the last couple of episodes. fewer downs than deaths this go around.

ricky matsui: 0 downs, 1 death (questing blade sacrifice)

sofia lee: 0 downs, 1 death (oneshot by american dream)

kingston brown: 1 down, 0 deaths

misty moore / rowan berry: 0 downs, 0 deaths, 0.5 permanent deaths by virtue of the reincarnation ritual (misty died, rowan born)

kugrash: 1 down, 1 permanent death (bagel of all things)

pete conlan: 0 downs, 1 death (power word kill from robert moses)

total: 1 downs, 3 deaths, 1.5 permanent deaths

the unsleeping city chapter ii: the downs/deaths were all either null or tony simos, with the exception of cody.

ricky matsui: 1 down, 0 deaths

sofia lee: 1 down, 0 deaths

kingston brown: 0 downs, 0 deaths

iga lisowski: 2 downs, 1 death (quasi-death; she did not technically die but was held in a place beyond the realm of the living in a state of near-death)

misty moore / rowan berry: 0 downs, 0 deaths

cody walsh: 3 downs, 0 deaths

pete conlan: 0 downs, 0 deaths

total: 7 downs, 1 death

the unsleeping city totals: 9 downs, 4 deaths, 1.5 permanent deaths. cody, despite only being in 1 of 2 tuc seasons, makes up for a third of the downs.

ricky matsui: 1 down, 1 death

sofia lee: 1 down, 1 death

kingston brown: 1 down, 0 deaths

misty moore / rowan berry: 0.5 permanent deaths (reincarnation ritual)

iga lisowski: 2 downs, 1 death

kugrash: 1 down, 1 permanent death

cody walsh: 3 downs, 0 deaths

pete conlan: 0 downs, 1 death

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a crown of candy: a crown of candy gets a lot of flack for being a deadlier season, but that is really concentrated to the first half, because the party just stops going down after a while. they have the most permanent deaths, but only by a small margin.

liam wilhelmina: 0 downs, 0 deaths

theobald gumbar: 0 downs, 0 deaths

jet rocks: 1 down, 1 permanent death

saccharina frostwhip: 0 downs, 0 deaths

ruby rocks: 1 down, 0 deaths

amethar rocks: 3 downs, 0 deaths

lapin cadbury: 1 down, 1 permanent death

cumulous rocks: 1 down, 0 deaths

total: 7 downs, 2 permanent deaths (3 if you count peppermint preston)

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a starstruck odyssey: given the nature of this season, we did not see any deaths, but lots of the crew going down and back up. aurora nebbins goes in this count because she was an active combatant for a significant number of battles. this season breaks from the trend of beginning/finale concentrated downs, with the majority happening during the battle of the brands.

gunnie miggles-rashbax: 0 downs

riva: 2 downs

norman "skip" takamori: 2 downs

margaret encino: 2 downs

sundry sidney: 3 downs

aurora nebbins: 3 downs

big barry syx: 1 down

total: 13 downs, 0 deaths

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neverafter: the extremely deadly season. tpk in the first battle, multiple moments of the party going down and coming up by the grace of goodberries. no permanent deaths, but many transformative deaths. the most downs/deaths for a single season. outnumbers the other single seasons combined.

rosamund du prix: 4 downs, 2 deaths

mother timothy goose: 2 downs, 1 death

pinocchio: 2 downs, 1 death

puss in boots: 3 downs, 1 death

gerard of greenleigh: 3 downs, 2 deaths

ylfa snorgelsson: 2 downs, 1 death

total: 16 downs, 8 deaths

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let me know what you think!

[mulherviado]

since mistynat week is coming, here are a few ideas!

most of these prompts weren´t based on mistynat weeks theme (post rescue/ early 2000s) but they can all be adapted – since POST RESCUE could mean any time after that – OR used for Queen of Hearts Day, be my guest!

feel free to use any! :P tag me if u post it PLEAK!! don't forget to follow @mistynat-season for updates ;)

prompt #1 - college au

misty is an intern at an infirmary in the same university nat got a soccer scholarship. eventually, nat gets hurt during practice and they meet.

prompt #2 - mutual pining

misty decided to dye her hair black and straighten it so she could get nats attention. nat gets pissed - she likes the blonde curls.

prompt #3 - 5 + 1

5 times natalie says she loves misty and 1 time misty actually listens to it.

prompt #4 - domestic

nat realizes that she really loves misty. she wants to tell her and starts practicing saying it out loud at night, while misty sleeps next to her.

prompt #5 - agegap

a young 25 yo natalie starts attending the local library cause she's about to fail all her college classes. she meets misty, the owner, and they both get very intrigued by each other.

prompt #6 - cheating

nat is kind of dating kevyn. she finds out misty is going out with walter and decides to seduce her as a way to prove she's not actually in love - she's not even into men! it was only to prove a point at first, but misty takes it seriously and, eventually, so does nat.

prompt #7 - bound!au

misty hears that natalie, the building's new plumber, is really hot. she lets one of her earrings fall down the sink drain and calls her for help.

prompt #8 - vulnerability

misty has an accident at work and nat gets really scared, thinking about her life without her. she gets nervous and self-conscious when they see each other again - of course misty notices it.

prompt #9 - sick day

nat gets a cold and misty coincidentally appears at her house, ready to take care of her.

prompt #10 - canon divergence (ib @malevolegg)

natalie finds out about the hidden camera and decides to play dumb, driving misty crazy for a while instead of confronting her.

prompt #11 - frankenstein

after nats death, misty finds a way to bring her alive again - of course nat wakes up completely pissed off.

prompt #12 - thats so raven au

misty has a dream about natalie dying in a very unexpected way. she tries her best to save natalie but, at the end, she got it all wrong and nobody is actually dying. at least nat is a little moved by her efforts.

prompt #13 - lawyer au (ib @dykedolly)

many years after the rescue, nat is now a public defender. one day, in court, she comes across misty, now a successful lawyer who's always in for the win.

prompt #14 - no crash au

without the crash, nat ends up becoming a professional player, which helps her stay clean. after a few years, she retires due to injury and decides she wants to be a high school coach. coincidentally, misty is a nurse at the same school.

prompt #15 - jealousy

nat gets jealous after assuming walter is misty's new boyfriend (he clearly isn't) and decides to hook up with kevyn to mess with her. it pisses misty off, so she does something about it.

prompt #16 - established relationship

nat and misty live together and new mysterious neighbors just arrived. misty is all about finding out the juicy details, while nat is trying hard to make misty forget about it.

prompt #17 - free trial (ib @222jolly)

nat bumps into misty's unlocked laptop and finds out about the smut fanfics she writes. misty gets embarrassed, saying it's based on research but she's pretty sure it's not accurate since she has never done anything like that. nat offers her a free trial.

prompt #18 - living together

misty and nat rent a house together cause neither of them are comfortable with being alone after everything. misty is having a hard time dealing with nats habit of walking around almost naked - of course nat is very aware and is, actually, havin the time of her life by teasing her.

prompt #19 - the lesbian bar

natalie is absolutely convinced that misty is a lesbian. she tricks her and takes her to a lesbian bar, just to prove her theory. things get messy when misty starts enjoying it - without her.

prompt #20 - unexpected encounter (via anon ngl)

misty goes to a pet shop to buy things for caligula. strangely, she finds natalie there.

prompt #21 - zombie apocalypse au / canon divergence

misty and nat come back to a completely different world after they're rescued- a virus had spread throughout humanity and all their loved ones are now disturbing half-dead creatures.

prompt #22 - pregnancy

after the rescue, nat had an unplanned pregnancy. luckily, misty, who has been tracking her for a while, is there to help.

prompt #23 - after all this time 1 (ib @misty-scatorccio)

post-rescue nat hasn’t seen misty in years…but when she suddenly wakes up injured in an unfamiliar new jersey hospital, her nurse is none other than her favorite poodle haired fucking freak.

prompt #24 - partners in crime (ib @misty-scatorccio)

years after rescue, nat finds herself faced with a situation she can’t handle on her own. desperate and with no one else to turn to, natalie resorts to the one thing she promised herself she’d never do again…she finds misty.

prompt #25 - 2000's vacation

misty decides to go to a resort during her summer break from college, trying her best to stay away from her empty and lifeless house. when she gets there, she realizes natalie - who she hasn't contacted in a few years - is the local lifeguard.

prompt #26 - officially dating

after spending months spending time with misty everyday, natalie realizes they are, in fact, dating; or at least that was what she thought. she panics after seeing another girl hitting on misty and realizes she has a new life goal: ask misty to be her official girlfriend.

prompt #27 - after all this time 2

misty and nat ran into each other at a gas station years after the rescue. they sit for a while and talk about that night in the wilderness.

prompt #28 - tropes and cliches

natalie needs a fake girlfriend to keep an annoying boy away from her, but it was too embarrassing to ask any of her teammates. she decides to ask misty for help.

prompt #29 - a moment of weakness

during a storm, the power goes out at misty's house and she learns she's actually afraid of the dark - she feels like anything could happen and she has no control over anything if she can't see properly. she's by herself, her parents are out of town, so she decides to call the only one she knew would answer - her "bff", nat.

prompt #30 - no-crash role reversal au

natalie the quiet, preppy loner; misty is the loud, carefree grunge girl. when they get paired for a class project, walls start to crack and neither is who the other expected.

prompt #31 (extra ;)) - early 2000s au

10 things i hate about you au - misty is the weird, intense outcast no one dares to approach except for natalie, the reckless new girl with a secret plan.

well, that's it for now! thanks to everyone who contributed to this post, i will probably make another one as soon as possible. hope to see everyone engaging and participating in the event <3

[natkittytt]

carpe diem ᝰ.ᐟ

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"normally, it wouldn’t matter what classes they got, because normally they would be going to school with the same classmates they had been with since pre-k.  this year, however, the two gifted friends were given the opportunity of a lifetime."

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word count: 4008 content: introduction, introduce main character's best friend, start new prepratory school, start new classes, meet members of dead poet's society

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if she had ran any faster, she would have tripped over her own feet. the sound of her combat boots sounded against the pavement with every step. 

thank god it hasn’t rained recently she thought to herself. she would have been covered in mud if it had. soon she reached her destination. she climbed up the steps that led to the door, skipping every other one. she pounded on the door then stood back to wait anxiously.

the door flung open almost immediately. standing there was a girl, face beaming.

“what took you so long, hazel?” the girl in the doorway pestered, but her smile revealed that she wasn’t mad in the slightest.

“piss off,” hazel glared at her friend as she pushed her way inside, “i practically sprinted here.”

hazel took off her shoes, placing them nicely at the door. she walked into her friend’s house to the kitchen. 

“hello hazel!” an older woman’s voice sounded from the kitchen, “its nice to see you. samantha has been so antsy all day waiting for you.”

hazel turned to glare at her friend. “oh have you, sam?”

samantha’s smile quickly turned into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as the pair sat down at the kitchen counter. 

“want some cookies?” the older woman didn’t wait for an answer as she set down a tray of cookies.

samantha’s mother left the kitchen to tend to some other chores and the pair sat in comfortable silence eating the cookies.

“are you excited? nervous?” sam asked

“a little bit of both.”

the silence returned as the two anxiously sat waiting for the other to propose what they both were so desperate to talk about.

hazel, of course, was the one to speak up, “did you open your letter yet or did you wait for me like you promised?”

samantha put an unopened letter on the table as a response before saying, “don’t worry i’m a good girl.”

hazel glared at samantha, who grinned back. hazel pulled an identical envelope out of her bag and placed it on the table. she looked over at her friend for confirmation, and sam nodded her head. the pair began to nervously tear into their envelopes, taking a look at the paper inside. 

the papers at hand were school schedules. the two had been waiting all week to get them. normally, it wouldn’t matter what classes they got, because normally they would be going to school with the same classmates they had been with since pre-k. 

this year, however, the two gifted friends were given the opportunity of a lifetime. welton, an all boys school, was test-running the idea of females going to prep schools. 

the two girls nervously opened up the paper in the envelopes. hazel stared down at her own.

7:30 - 8:10 ; breakfast in dining hall 8:20 - 8:45 ; foundations of art : mz ahman 8:50 - 9:30 ; english literature : professor keating  (morning break) 9:50 - 10:30 ;  digital electronics : mr irving (morning break) 11:00 - 11:40 ; physics : mr. allard 11:45 - 12:25 ; calculus : professor redmare 12:30 - 1:10 ; lunch in dining hall (afternoon break)  3:30 - 3:55 ; music theory : mr raven 4:00 - 4:40 ; art history : mz preir 4:45 - 5:25 ; latin : professor lilius (evening break) 6:40 - 7:20 ; dinner in dining hall (night break)  10:30 ; students return to dorms

“oh god,” samantha groaned, “i have philosophy first period”

hazel grinned at her friends predicament. the pair swapped papers to compare schedules. samantha’s was as follows:

7:30 - 8:10 ; breakfast in dining hall 8:20 - 8:45 ; philosophy : professor belou 8:50 - 9:30 ; english literature : professor keating (morning break) 10:35 - 10:55 ; recreational class : coach hugh 11:00 - 11:40 ; geography : mr. whitehall 11:45 - 12:25 ; calculus : professor redmare 12:30 - 1:10 ; lunch in dining hall (afternoon break)  3:30 - 3:55 ; photography : professor woodwren 4:00 - 4:40 ; biology : mr. allard 4:45 - 5:25 ; latin : professor lilus (evening break) 6:40 - 7:20 ; dinner in dining hall (night break)  10:30 ; students return to dorms

“we have english, calculus, latin, and the first 20 minutes of morning free time together,” hazel observed.

“that’s it?” sam sounded livid.

“oh sam, you’ll live without me.”

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hazel picked at the dead skin on her lip. unconsciously; it was a bad habit of hers. by the time she caught on that she was doing it, it was too late and her lip was bleeding. the young girl wiped the blood away and tried to focus on the landscape outside. this proved little success. her mind was racing with thoughts and worries. 

“we’re about five minutes, hazel,” her father said, “get your things ready.”

hazel blinked a few times to wake herself up from her trance. she closed the sketchbook that was sprawled open on her lap, and placed it in her leather satchel with her other belongings. she let out a big breath that had been stuck in her chest for what seemed like the entire car ride.

after what her dad insisted was only five minutes, they arrived at the large building. to hazel, it looked exactly like hogwarts. her eyes were glued to the top of the large building, lost in a trance, and she hadn’t heard her dad call her name the first time.

“hazel,” he said sternly.

“yeah?” hazel shook herself out of her trance, “sorry i didn’t hear you”

her dad sighed, “help me with your bags, would you?” 

hazel apologized and hurried over to where her father stood with her baggage. 

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“i would like to welcome each and every one of you to our ceremony today.” the old man speaking at the podium seemed a century old. 

maybe he is hazel wondered. they had been informed in the many letters that this man, mr. allard, was the headmaster at this prestigious school. one look and anyone could tell that he wasn’t the nice type.

“he looks older than this school,” samantha whispered to hazel, earning a smirk from them both.

“i wouldn't be shocked if he is,” hazel whispered back. she sat back comfortably in her seat, listening to the wrinkly old man go on with his speech.

“this year is a very special year for welton academy. for the first time, welton is accepting females into our schooling program. there are four girls making history here this year. two young ladies in their 6th year, and two older young women in their 11th year.” he paused to look around at the audience before continuing, “boys, I expect you all to be on your best behavior this year. there will be no funny business tolerated.”

samantha leaned over, “well there goes our chance at getting boyfriends.”

hazel glared at her friend, but she found they both had smiles on their faces.

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“there’s three hours of my life i’ll never get back” samantha groaned. 

what can one person talk about for that long hazel thought to herself. hazel had zoned out for pretty much the entire thing. 

the audience all stood up and began to flow out of the auditorium. one by one, each family shook hands with the headmaster and some of the more important professors. hazel and her father got outside and found room for the two of them to say their goodbyes. 

“hazel i expect you to be on your absolute best behavior at all times,” her father reprimanded, “there will be no funny business, do you understand?”

“yes sir.”

“i don’t want to have to come up here to speak to you on any matters,” hazel nodded as he continued, “study hard, sleep and eat well. i’ll miss you.”

hazel was pulled into a brief hug and her father waved goodbye. she watched as he walked off to his car, not looking back once. the young girl stood lost in thought for a few minutes before she turned to find her best friend. 

when her eyes spotted sam, she began to push through the crowd to get to her. she bumped into a few people, muttering unheard apologies each time.

finally, hazel reached sam. samantha was still talking to her mother and father, so hazel just stood awkwardly behind her friend until she finished saying her goodbyes.

“and you dear,” samantha’s mom was now looking at hazel, “don’t let samantha get into any trouble.”

“mom-”

“oh hush,” she scolded, “i’m sure you and sam will have the time of your lives here. enjoy yourselves and don’t miss me too much!”

hazel smiled. samantha’s mom was like the mom she never had. “thank you. i’ll try not to miss you but the lack of delicious cookies may be too much to handle.”

samantha’s mom laughed and hugged hazel.

“wow hugging hazel before you even hug your own daughter”

“oh hush,” she said, pulling her own daughter in for a hug.

sam’s father hugged both girls as well before the couple headed off to the car. 

samantha looked over at hazel and the pair walked up to their room.

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samantha flung herself down on her bed, “oh my god that took an eternity.” 

hazel glanced over at her. sam looked like she could fall asleep at that very moment. hazel took a few minutes to put away the remainder of her belongings.

“alright time to sleep until tomorrow,” sam groaned and rolled over on her side and pulled an extra pillow into her arms.

hazel hummed in response, a sudden wave of tiredness falling over herself as well.

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when she awoke, sam was still out in a deep sleep. hazel looked at the clock on her nightstand. the time read 6:47. 

groaning, hazel rolled out of bed. she stood over samantha and shook her shoulder, attempting to wake up the sleeping girl.

“no thank you,” samantha mumbled, half asleep. she rolled over to her other side.

“i’m going to get ready, wake up.” 

hazel picked out an outfit and grabbed her bag of bathroom essentials. she walked out of their room and down the hall where the bathrooms were. 

since there were only four girls attending welton this year, hazel found she was the only one in the bathroom. she went into a stall and quickly changed. when she came out, she found a tired sam walking down the hall. 

she looks like a zombie hazel thought. 

“goodmorning, sunshine,” she beamed at the girl. sam only grumbled as a response. 

the pair got ready in silence and by the time they were back in their dorm it was twenty after seven. breakfast was served at seven thirty, so the pair decided to make their way down to the dining hall.

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“this food actually tastes like food,” sam remarked with a mouth full of food. hazel glared back with a smirk on her face.

“well we don’t go to public school anymore,” hazel shoveled another forkful into her mouth, “they probably have to serve us edible food since we pay to go here.”

sam put her hand over her mouth as she laughed. hazel shook her head as a response.

the two ate in a peaceful silence until it was time to make their way to first period. samantha was in philosophy, hazel in art. 

for both of them, it was the most boring 35 minutes of their lives.

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hazel walked out of foundations of art, trying to recall a single thing she learned in the last half an hour. 

she passed by the classroom that samantha was in for philosophy. she peeked inside, but the classroom was empty.

guess i’m walking to english myself she thought. 

when she got to english, there were already a lot of people in the classroom. sam was sitting to the far left, and there were boys already sitting around her. she turned around in her seat and made a face at hazel that said help me. 

hazel glared at her and walked to an empty seat in the front. no way in hell she would normally pick a seat in the front, but there were no other options. 

the boys were all talking, like boys do. someone from the back of the classroom threw a crumpled up piece of paper at a boy in the front. he turned around to yell back until the teacher walked into the room from his study. 

the teacher, professor keating, was whistling some tune while he walked past the students to the back of the classroom. he walked out of the door in the back of the classroom. 

the boys in the classroom exchanged confused faces. hazel looked back at samantha who shrugged her shoulders. keating peered back into the classroom.

“well, come on.” a few scattered giggles could be heard from around the room, but one by one each of them stood up and followed their teacher into the hallway. 

they ended up in a hallway lined with trophies. there were pictures of old soccer teams, track and field state champs, and basketball players from years past. 

the students gathered in a huddle around their english teacher. hazel and samantha stood next to each other, further to the back. 

“o captain, my captain,” mr. keating suddenly said, “who knows what that comes from?”

without realizing it herself, hazel perks up. she knows exactly what that comes from.

“young lady don’t think i don’t see your gears grinding back there.” mr. keating was staring right at hazel.

“it’s from a walt whitman poem written about abraham lincoln”

“spot on young lady,” keating pointed his finger at the young girl, “now in this class you can either call me mr. keating, or if you’re slightly more daring, o captain my captain.”

a few quiet disbursed laughs sounded before keating continued, “now let me dispel a few rumors so they don’t fester into facts. i, too, attended hell-ton, and i survived. and no, at that time i was not the mental giant you see before you. i was the intellectual equivalent of a ninety-eight pound weakling. i would go to the beach and people would kick copies of byron in my face.”

again, smirks and stifled giggles immersed from a few of the boys. even samantha found herself grinning at keatings playful manner.

“now,” the professor looked down at his roster, “mr. min. rather unfortunate name. where are you?”

more soft laughs as a boy in the front of the group slowly raised his hand. 

keating took no notice to the other boys before he continued, “mr. min, will you open your book to page five-forty-two, read the first stanza of the poem you find there.”

“to the virgins to make much of time?” he ready in a questioning voice. min’s voice was lower in octave even though he had asked in a quizzical manner. soft laughter from the boys could be heard again.

“yes.” keating smiled, “somewhat appropriate, isn’t it?”

more stifled laughing was heard before min continued, “gather ye rosebuds while ye may / old time is still a flying / and this same flower that smiles today / tomorrow will be dying.”

“thank you mr. min.” keating paced before the group, “gather ye rosebuds while ye may. the latin term for that sentiment is carpe diem. now who knows what that means?”

a taller boy in the front row raised his hand, “carpe diem. that’s seize the day.”

“very good mr.?”

“kim.”

“kim. another unusual name.” kim smiled as response and keating continued, “seize the day. gather ye rosebuds while ye may.”

he paused for a beat, “why does the writer use these lines?”

“because, he’s in a hurry” a voice sounded from the very back of the group, causing sam and hazel to turn around and see who spoke.

“no, ding!” keating made the sound of a game-show button, “thanks for playing anyways”

boys from around the group smirked and gave looks at the boy in the back.

“because we are food for worms, lads.” he paused another beat, “because believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die.”

well that turned dark quick hazel swallowed and shifted her weight.

“i would like you to step forward over here.” keating turned around, pointing to the trophy cases behind him, “look at some of the faces from the past. you’ve walked past them many times, but i don’t think you’ve really looked at them.”

the group shuffled forward looking at the items displayed in the trophy cases. 

“they’re not that different from you, are they?” the professor said, “same haircuts, full of hormones, just like you. invincible, just like you feel. the world is their oyster. they believe they are destine for great things, just like many of you. their eyes, full of hope, just like you. did they wait until it was too late to make of their lives? because you see gentlemen, and ladies, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils.”

keating paused to look at the somewhat-horrid expressions of the class, “if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you.”

the group leaned in close enough that their breath could be seen on the glass. 

keating then whispered in a ghost like voice, “carpe diem. seize the day.”

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samantha and hazel walked out of class together.

“that was the weirdest lesson i’ve ever had” samantha made a face at hazel.

“it was weird, alright. but remember that chem class we had where mr. p lit the table on fire?”

the pair giggled and walked into their dorm. both girls put away the books they had received from their morning classes away. 

hazel turned to look at samantha. “tea and biscuits from the dining hall?”

“coffee for me, but you don’t have to ask twice” samantha smiled and the friends exited the room walking towards the dining hall.

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“and he already asked us what the meaning of life is! like, i get it, that’s what that class is about, but i didn’t think we’d be getting to that on the first day for christ’s sake”

hazel giggled back at her friend, “at least you know what happened. i can’t recall a single thing my art teacher even said. i zoned out”

“you zoned out? girl please, that’s my thing.” the two giggled. 

hazel took a glance at her watch, “shit. i gotta go or i’ll be late for electronics”

“ok nerd”

“shut up” hazel picked up her bag and headed to her class. when she walked into class, there weren’t many seats open. the desks in the room were set up like lab tables, each table having two seats at it. there were no tables completely empty.

my fault for not being early she walked over to a table and sat next to the boy who translated the latin earlier that day.

what was his name again?

she didn’t even answer her thought before the boy answered it for her. “hi. i’m kim namjoon. we have english together?” he stook out his hand.

hazel nodded, “yeah. i’m hazel.” she shook hands with the boy and he smiled.

before either of them could say anything else, the teacher walked in and began the class.

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“do you have a free period next?” namjoon asked when the class was dismissed.

“yeah for thirty minutes then i have physics”

the boy’s eyes widened “me too! do you wanna come hang out with my friends? a few of them also have breaks with classes next.”

“yeah, sure!” hazel smiled, happy to have some people to hang with while sam was in gym. 

the pair walked to the exit, where the boy from english stood, waiting for them.

“i believe you also know yoongi from english?” namjoon asked. hazel nodded and exchanged a smile and wave with yoongi.

the three walked to a room where two more boys were sitting and laughing. they both stopped what they were talking about to look at hazel. hazel smiled at the pair before her eyes quickly darted to the ground.

“i’m pretty sure everyone here is in english with us yeah?” namjoon asked, getting a head nod from the one of the boys sitting there. 

“guys, this is hazel” the boys waved and smiled at the girl. 

“nice to meet you hazel. i’m kim taehyung” taehyung was a very handsome and well put together boy. he had smooth brown hair that draped over his forehead.

“nice to meet you as well taehyung.” she shook his hand. he had a firm handshake.

“this is jungkook” taehyung gestured over to his friend. jungkook looked up from what he was doing to smile at hazel but quickly returned to the task at hand.

“are you friends with the other girl our age?” taehyung said, looking back at hazel.

“yeah. the two of us have been friends since birth pretty much.” hazel answered as she sat down at the table with the boys.

the four boys talked with hazel over the next half hour. they spoke of the horrors of hell-ton, about themselves, and quizzed hazel on various things such as what public school was like. 

hazel took mental notes about the boys. yoongi and namjoon were both pursuing engineering just like her. taehyung and jungkook were looking to be some type of doctor. although the boys wanted jobs in maths and science, anyone could tell that all of them had a soft spot for the arts.

jungkook was in hazel’s first period art class. of course she han’t noticed. the boy was about as introverted as it gets. jungkook had been a new student last year, but it seems like a year at welton still hadn’t broken him out of his shell.

namjoon excelled in almost every class it turns out, not just latin like he proved earlier in the day. he and yoongi were coming up with plans to make a portable radio. hazel thought the idea was nice, but she doubted the ability to make it happen. in terms of physical appearance, namjoon had dark hair and glasses. he was, as hazel put it, the blueprint for a highschool nerd. that remark had put the group into a good burst of laughter.

yoongi was jack of all trades, master of none. he could help anyone get an ‘a’ on a test, but in terms of being perfect, he was far from it in every class. the good news was, he didn’t seem too bothered by it. yoongi was by far the kindest of the group, and he used it to his advantage when needing things from his friends.

taehyung was, in hazel’s opinion, the prettiest boy of the group. he seemed like the unspoken leader, and he spoke with great eloquence. hazel scolded herself for thinking he was attractive, but then again, everyone here was more attractive than her public school.

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when their thirty minutes of free time came to an end, the group walked to their next classes.

“the three of us are in physics, but i know damn well neither of you two are in that class” namjoon remarked.

taehyung smiled. “absolutely not. jungkook and i have european history”

“sam is in that class,” hazel perked up

“well i’ll have to introduce myself then” taehyung said with a smile. the two branched off into their class.

when that period was over, the group found themselves back together in calculus. 

samantha had done her own bonding with the boys, hazel had found. sam had three of the boys’ friends in her gym class; hoseok, jimin, and seokjin. 

the group whispered and passed letters to each other throughout calculus, not paying attention one bit.

“so would you two ladies like to join us for lunch?” taehyung proposed at the dismissal of class.

“absolutely” hazel answered for the two of them. the group made their way down to lunch and sat down at a table. sam found herself between hoseok and jimin , while hazel found herself between taehyung and namjoon.

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a/n: totally posting this story and reforged at the same time to test whether short chapters or long chapters do better hehehe

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jennifer jareau x daughter reader. She is 12 and gets into a hostage situation on a school field trip. Jj, will, and the team have to save her and the others

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau X Daughter reader

Request: jennifer jareau x daughter reader. She is 12 and gets into a hostage situation on a school field trip. Jj, will, and the team have to save her and the others

Third person pov...

Y/N Jareau and her Best friend were almost jumping up and down in excitement like the rest of the class was as they neared the museum where they were going for their Field trip.

The little Jareau had been waiting for this day all year and was very excited to finally be going on it. "We have now arrived, please stay seated until we have stopped students!" Yelled Mr Tracy Y/Ns teacher.

This caused a commotion amongst the kids, they all started yelling excited and standing up in their sears as their teacher slouches in his seat, Mrs Hill just sighs at her companion and stands up facing the group of about 40 kids.

"He said QUIET!" She yells effectively making the bus silent not one student dared to speak after Mrs Hill shouted at them, she could be scary when she wanted.

A full 5 minutes if silence passes before the kids all start tlaking excitedly they could see the museum coming up, they all jumped in their seats as the coach finally parked and they could get out.

Once they were outside the teachers began getting the students into groups and paired with a buddy, Y/N and B/F/N where paired together which the two friends loved.

"Okay students, we are now going in stick with your group if you do go off take your buddy with you" called Mrs Hill over the noise, the large group began making their way into the museum.

Y/N and B/F/N instantly break away from the group and wonder off on their own, Y/N had lots of information about the exhibition ls they go into thanks to her Uncle Spencer.

As the two laugh and walk around, outside the building a large van is parked, 5 men all get out dressed in black holding duffle bags and guns

"Let's go" yells the leader.

Just two hours later all hell breaks loose, a group of about 5 men dressed in black storm the museum and puts it in lockdown pulling guns on the people inside including Y/Ns class.

"Shut up the lot of ya!" Yells the leader, over the incom making everyone in the museum hear him, Y/N and B/F/N quickly hide in on of the exhibitions, they hide in a small corner to small for an adult to get to but smaller enough to two teens to sit in.

B/F/N shakes with fear as the leader threatens everyone in the museum, anyone hiding will be taken to the rest fonthe group if they are found. "It's like a sick game of hide a seek" mutters Y/N, she was scared but couldn't let her friend see.

"What would mum do in this situation" mutters the teen trying to remember what her mum taught her, 'stay calm and don't do anything rash, listen and be submissive' thinks Y/N to herself.

They mostly likely have control over the cameras and door locks if they are seem then they will be killed. Y/N racks her brain before grabbing her phone she forgot about it.

B/F/N looks up from her crying as she felt Y/N rummaging around for something. "Ah ha! Found it" she exclaimed it was her phone, quickly the 12 year old pulls open contacts ans calls her Mum.

5 seconds later the woman picks up. "Mum help me!" Says Y/N.

Back in Quantico...

JJ had jsut said goodbye to her daughter she was super excited for her trip to the museum. "Have a great time sweetie!" Yells JJ waving to her excited Daughter the H/C girl waves back equally excited.

As the coach leaves the school JJ makes her way back to the car and drives herself to work. Once she arrives she sees the team gathered around the pull pen talking.

"Morning JJ, Y/N get on the coach okay?" Asks Emily turning the conversation onto Y/N, the whole team knew she was going on a field trip that day.

JJ smiles at them "yeah the coach jsut left, she'll have so much fun" smiles the Blonde, the team then syart Woking after they get a glare from Bossman.

Two hours later JJ is busy writing up a case they had two weeks ago when her phone rings, confused the woman answers wondering why her daughter is calling.

"Hey-Mum help me!" Yells the distressed voice of her daughter the girl sounded terrified. JJ instantly stood up phone next to her ear. "Mum! The museum has been taken over ! It's a hostage situation help us!" Yells Y/N sounding hysterical as she explains.

"Dont worry Honey, I'm on my way the team will be there soon stay put and don't been seen" she exclaims being running from her office ans into the bullpen.

This alarms the team making Hotch abd Rossi run out of their offices and the team surround JJ trying to calm the scared woman. "It's Y/N there's a hostage situation at the museum she's at!" She exclaims crying.

Hotch gets a phone call. "Yes ma'am, yes I understand, we will be there" he says then ends the call and turns to the team in front of him. "Looks like we arw the rapid response team wheels up, we meet with the police department there" he says, the team waste no time and rush out the doors.

While doing this JJ calls Will and explains tk him, being a detective he's apart of the department helping the FBI out. Once they arrive they arrange contact with the leader.

After 5 grueling hours later the snipers get a good shot at the group of men and take them out freeing the civilians trapped inside, The BAU rush in Hotch infront.

JJ is the one that finds her Daughter, they wee hiding in the dinosaur exhibition in between a Trex and display cabinet.

Y/N and B/F/N had been playing I spy while waiting, as the door opens they freeze, holding their hands over each others mouth to keep quiet.

As they door the footsteps get louder and JJ appears in their vision, suddenly Y/N was jumping at her Mum sobbing loudly as JJ holds her tightly.

She then talks into her radio. "I found them hotch, they are safe" she says sniffling and holding her arm out to Y/Ns best friend to instantly runs into her arms.

Both girls cry happy to be safe, JJ and her group walk the two girls out of the museum, B/F/N spots her parents runs off leaving JJ and Y/N to find Will.

The man had been pacing back nad forth waiting for his wife and daughter to come out, when he spots them he runs over almost knocking them over as he holds them kissing his wife and daughter on the head holding them.

"Your safe now darlin' don't worry we aren't letting you out of our sight for a while now" mutters the man getting a laugh out of his family.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the late I've been busy with a project fir class and haven't had time to write these oneshots.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1260