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choices stories explained badly

the freshman: become a grumpy old dude’s entertainment slave to get money for school where you’ll up liking it, then learn that anything that seems too good to be true (i.e. three people lowkey being in love with you at once) probably is and will evidently fall apart. oh and for some reason it’ll be your fault. it isn’t, everyone’s gonna blame you tho. but it’s cool, friendship prevails or whatever and everyone’s gay.

the sophomore: it’s the freshman except everyone looks like suburban middle-class parents now.

the rules of engagement: don’t marry cheating, lying scum bags who are predestined to be named something fratboy-esque like trent. marry hot men you meet on a cruise after three months of knowing them for money instead.

the crown and the flame: uniting divided kingdoms takes a lot of death and money, also you may or may not have some sexy times with the enemy’s son. the fire nation is the last surviving type of bender and bradley james turns into a dragon. avan jogia is hot and mysterious.

lovehacks: date men for work they said. it’ll be fun they said.

the royal romance: who needs a comfy life in new york maxwell i love you when you can have adventures maxwell why won’t you love me back in a far off country with a handsome maxwell prince? leave your life behind. leave your friends. it’s all good.

most wanted: murder, scandal, and revenge. you’re gonna ship massey and dave and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. and not to be that guy but where is book two. not to be shady but we’re moving on to the freshman: senior home and most wanted hasn’t even—

endless summer: you just came out here to have a good time and you’re literally being attacked right now. your entire life has been a lie and your gbf was stolen by sentient plants. you’ve sold your morals so that your fave would like you. why is tony stark so sketchy.

haunting of braidwood manor: you go on a haunted slumber party with a family of ghosts because you wanna help your ghost brother and oh hey, ghost girl is pretty cute. actually she’s really cute. the power of the lesbians has made ghost girl a normal girl again. this is my not-ghost girlfriend and we’re in love, thanks for your support best-male-bro-pal-who-i’m-not-interested-in-because-i’m-gay.

hero: everyone bullies you because you’re broke and don’t have the diamonds for this and that’s all we know so far

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the endless summer crew as people you see at summer camp

aleister: knows everything about nature. by the time he’s done saying the scientific name for poison ivy the person he’s trying to warn has already stepped in it. claims not to miss home but has called his mom 19 times.

craig: has a stash of food under his pillow. somehow sleepwalked to jake’s cabin last night and pissed on the door. once was told to get firewood and came back with an entire small tree.

diego: came out of the closet by performing barbie girl in high heels during the lip sync competition. constantly asks if you’ve seen the newest superhero movies.

estela: has a cabin to herself and nobody knows why. counsellors aren’t actually sure if she’s enrolled at the camp.

grace: has a separate bag for the books she brought with her. had to tell raj that pine needles won’t make him high. wears sweaters even though it’s ninety degrees out.

iris: she’s the speaker system set up around the grounds idk

jake: the camp counsellor that calls everyone names and talks about quitting all the time but secretly brings the kids snacks at two am. most likely to have a forbidden romance with one of the campers.

lila: the instructor who seems like she was planted and grown from the soils of the camp. leads all campfire songs. promotes ‘safe sex’ and makes everyone uncomfortable in record time.

michelle: brought a portable vanity and 37 types of makeup. hasn’t gotten a speck of dirt on her the whole time. only here for the experience.

mc: doesn’t have specific friends and wanders between social circles instead. answers everything by shrugging. has a strangely convoluted backstory.

quinn: friends with all the counsellors. has made the spider in the corner of the cabin her pet. always stays in the water for an extra two minutes after free swim ends.

raj: ate a random mushroom an hour into summer. is convinced he’s going to befriend all the forest wildlife. surprisingly deep talks at weird hours of the night.

sean: all the girls wanna hook up with him by the end of the summer and the boys want him on their sports teams but he just wants everyone to have fun. shows off all the time by accident.

zahra: somehow smuggled her laptop into the cabin and uses wifi from some mysterious location. dares people to lick leaves.

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Wishing Star (Jake & Sean)

Title: Wishing Star Story: Endless Summer Pair(s): Jake McKenzie x Sean Gayle (bromance), Jake x MC (romance), Sean x MC (romance) Word Count: 776 Prompt: “Some souls just understand each other upon meeting.”

Summary: Jake doesn’t like Sean, Sean doesn’t like Jake. But they have something in common that they both like a lot... Well, more like someone.

This is my submission for this week’s #ChoicesCreates, hosted by @hollyashton and @pixelchoices. Not exactly a romance fic as I’d planned originally but here we are!

Some souls just understand each other upon meeting. Some... don’t.

“Don’t think I invited you to join me, Cap,” came a familiar drawl as Sean slipped out through the back of the hotel. He closed the sliding door behind him and glanced around, eyes eventually settling on a dark form swaying casually between two palm trees. With a huff of laughter, Sean approached the hammock, hooking his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans.

“And you have authority over the pool?” Sean asked, standing over Jake as he cradled an open bottle to his chest, one arm tucked beneath his head. The long-haired man raised an eyebrow, a languid smirk spreading over his lips.

“Touché,” Jake said after a moment, chuckling under his breath as he looked away, back towards the sky, and took a gulp of whiskey. Sean snickered, snatching the bottle from his hand the second it left his lips. At first, Jake jumped up and moved as if to grab it back, until he saw the quarterback downing the contents himself. “Well, what do you know.”

Sean swallowed, wincing against the burn on his tongue, and coughed as the liquor slipped down his throat. “Thought you’d be hovering around MC.”

Jake sat up in the hammock, feet resting on the ground as he faced the boy. Sandy locks fell across his face without order, and absentmindedly he pushed them back with his fingers. “Thought you’d be doing the same. Decided I wouldn’t get in the way.”

With a slow nod, Sean bumped Jake’s leg with the base of the bottle before sitting beside him on the hammock. In the distance they could hear various bugs and animal calls... none of which sounded like anything they’d known from their lives before. The ancient stars overhead shone brighter than ever, as if to remind them that this island was a place outside of reality all together, and Sean stared up at them with conflicted emotions running behind his eyes. “We never really noticed each other before we ended up here. MC and I.”

Jake moved to reclaim the whiskey, intentionally bumping Sean’s shoulder with his own, but Sean moved it out of reach and he gave up. “Your loss.”

The football player gave a dry laugh, and a smile that didn’t really reach his eyes. “Yeah... No kidding.”

Jake studied him, deep blue eyes narrowing, analyzing. Sean shifted uncomfortably, going for another drink. “You in love, Rogers?”

He choked at the words, whiskey nearly coming out of his nose. He forced it down and coughed, eyes watering, before staring at the man beside him with something between shock and anger. Shock that he’d ask such a thing, anger that he’d chosen to ask such a thing at that exact moment. “I-I don’t know? No? Maybe? Are you?”

Jake hummed, plucking the bottle from his hand with delicate fingers and taking a gentle sip. With a sigh, he put the whiskey on the ground nearby, clasping his hands between his knees and watching the sky. “Starting to be.”

Before Sean could reply, Jake suddenly shot his hand out, pointing towards something above them. “Wishing star.” He just barely saw the tendrils of the shooting star as it vanished into space. Without even thinking, the thought crossed his mind: I wish—

“For MC to be happy.” Sean was startled as Jake spoke, but not shocked, and as the pilot looked over at him he smiled just a bit. “That’s what you wished for too, ain’t it, QB?”

Sean nodded. “MC deserves it... Maybe more than any of us.”

“Definitely more than any of us,” Jake laughed, shaking his head and grinning up at the heavens, light catching in his eyes. He bit his bottom lip, lost in thought, and just as Sean was about to get up and leave he snapped out of it. “That wish would probably be a little closer to reality if we weren’t jackasses to each other all the time.”

“Probably.” The boy sat fully again, joining Jake in watching the night. For MC, he thought somewhere in the back of his mind. “Truce?”

Jake didn’t even look at him. “Truce.” And with that they remained there, watching the impossible constellations above their heads, in comfortable silence, finishing off the last of the whiskey.

Some souls really do understand each other upon meeting, but not all of them. And those are the souls that bend, that compromise, that work together. And those are often the ones that belong to the strongest people.

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listen, i know this is trash, but i spent all night on it and i’m proud.

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craig: hey bro what do you want to eat?

mc inside raj's head: the souls of the innocent

raj, stoned: ....a bagel

mc: no!

raj: two bagels

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i made myself a new lockscreen

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Bootcamp. Headcanon: Jake was a lil sh*t during bootcamp and that was, for whatever reason, what made him stand out.

"McKenzie, were you listening?" The RDC halted in front of a boy with sandy blonde hair cropped just short enough to pass through regulations, a head below all the other new recruits. McKenzie, Mike supposed his name was, snapped his gaze up from whatever he’d been staring at and, slowly, a smirk spread out onto his face.

“No,” he said bluntly, a hint of a Southern twinge in his tone.

The RDC let out a heavy breath, rolling his eyes, and Mike couldn’t help but smile a little bit. "Drop and give me twenty,” the RDC commanded dismissively.

The rest of the boys stared on, baffled, as the tiny recruit raised both his palms and flashed his hands, fingers splayed, twice. Twenty. The other recruits tried, and failed, not to laugh. Mike himself had to break attention to cover his mouth and avoid drawing focus on himself. The RDC reached out, wrapping a hand in the front of McKenzie’s shirt and dragging him close, towering over him. Even then the boy didn’t seem fazed, more amused than anything.

“I’ve broken dozens of jackasses just like you,” the RDC growled in McKenzie’s face. “You ain’t gonna be no different.”

...But he was.

“Oof.” Mike sighed, shaking his head to himself, as McKenzie fell backwards, clutching his cheek. Many of the other recruits watched from their beds as he and another guy, Fogerty, fought it out. This wasn’t new, it seemed like Mike’s new friend got into at least one fight every twenty-four hours, and Mike couldn’t help but wonder why he did it when he knew he was going to lose.

“C’mere, Shrimp,” said Fogerty, moving to finish off what McKenzie had started.

CRACK! Mike shook out his fist with a dull expression, and Fogerty stumbled, only staying standing by clinging to a bed post. “That’s enough, okay?” Mike stated forcefully.

The room got quieter as Fogerty glared at Mike, but after a few beats he nodded, regaining his balance. “Yeah... Yeah, alright Lawrence. That’s enough.”

The tense atmosphere died down as the boys all dispersed to do their own things, Mike grabbing McKenzie by the arm and helping him get to their shared bunk. McKenzie laughed, sitting on the lower bed and beaming up at his friend. “Thanks for the save, Lawre.”

Mike rolled his eyes, but smiled a bit, sitting beside him. “Is that why you fight over stupid shit? You know I’ll come save your useless ass?”

McKenzie thought for a second, but then nodded his head, perking up. “Yeah, basically.”

Mike snorted, flopping back on the bed and tucking his arms underneath his head. “What happens if I stop swooping in to rescue you?”

Absently, McKenzie reached for a cloth from his trunk, using it to dab away the blood coming from his nostril. “You ain’t gonna stop.”

Mike thought about that, and after a few seconds, he snickered, sitting up again and clasping a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “But did you really have to throw a punch at him for that? He was just askin’ what your first name was.”

McKenzie glanced over at him sideways, running a hand over his hair. “Don’t trust him. Don’t trust people in general.”

Mike raised an eyebrow, amusement flashing in his eyes. “Not even me?”

McKenzie regarded him for a long couple of moments before speaking. “Jake.”

Mike blinked. “What?”

McKenzie smirked, swatting the other boy lightly on the arm. “Jake. My name’s Jake, Superman.”

With all sorts of strange emotions mixing in his stomach, Mike let his hand fall away from the smaller guy’s shoulder and held it out for a handshake instead. “Mike.”

Jake snorted, but took his hand and shook it comedically. “You look like a Mike.”

“And you look like a damn mess,” Mike retorted, and they both laughed. It was in that moment that Mike felt it, somewhere in his chest: This man is going to be my best friend, isn’t he?

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“Not all who wander are lost.” || #ChoicesCreates Round 12, hosted by @hollyashton . Inspired by both the prompt and Pride Month.

This is the first time when Zig thinks back on all the emotional anguish of discovering his sexuality, and he feels relieved instead of sick to his stomach. It had been hell but here he is now, standing tall and unafraid, more sure of himself than he’s ever been before. All that time he’d felt so isolated, and now it turns out that he’d never been lost, just on the path of learning who he truly is. He touches his fingers gently to the dried paint smeared across his cheek, the distinct colors reminding him that he isn’t alone anymore. He doesn’t have to be.

Nearby Zack’s waving around a rainbow flag bigger than he is, and beside him Kaitlyn’s wearing one that’s various shades of pink as a cape. Zig watches as the girl lifts her hands into the air, aimlessly shouting nonsense into the chaos like so many others around them. He laughs, then glances over his shoulder to see the waves of people who look just as happy as he feels. A soft look crosses his face, and for just a moment, the noise and the hype all fade into a gentle buzz like you see in the movies.

All the struggling, all the fighting with himself… It was all worth it to feel this… this…

“Free?” He looks over to his left and Kaitlyn’s smiling up at him with shining eyes. “That’s what you’re feeling, isn’t it?”

He tilts his head, but slowly nods. “Yeah… How’d you know?”

She laughs merrily, gesturing around them with a sweeping motion. “It’s our first pride parade! I feel it too!”

He grins brightly, throwing his arm over her shoulders and doing the same to Zack once he’s in range. Zack lifts his flag higher in response, throwing his head back and yelling into the air: “I love being gaaaaay!!”

Some nearby people cheer before copying him, and Zig just laughs, looking at the seemingly endless crowd ahead of them. “I’m proud to be me,” he says, but nobody else hears him. But that’s not important. What’s important is that it’s the first time he’s ever felt pride and damn… It’s years and years overdue.