#I LOVE JARED OKAY
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godsworstson · 2 months ago
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boys will be boys
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kara-winchest3r · 2 months ago
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Guys why is he literally Hans from Frozen.
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jadelemonadee · 10 days ago
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HELLO HELLO HELLOOOO IM BACK FROM THE SHOW 😻😻😜😜😻🥰😻 IT WAS SO AMAZING OH MY GODDD I CRIED AT SO BIG/SO SMALL OUGHHHH…..I ALSO GOT SIGNATURES AND PHOTOS AT THE STAGE DOOR 😻 I GOT TO GIVE EVAN’S ACTOR A BRACELET HE WAS SO COOL
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(evan hansen, alana beck, cynthia murphy, and heidi hansen)
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redneckangelsdrinkmoonshine · 8 months ago
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I found out that Anti Hellers exist. I also found out that there are Anti Jensen and Anti Misha tags.
Look, I don't care what y'all like. I just don't understand why some people have the urge to hate on something other people enjoy. Like, what the hell is actually wrong with you?
Leave the show, but the Anti Misha and Anti Jensen tags??? Dude, y'all don't know the actors. I don't know them personally as well. We all think we do, but we have to remember, THEY ARE ACTORS! They could literally put on the sweetest mask and sweep us off our feet. Like, how could you dislike or even hate a person you don't know?
"bUt HoW cAn yOu lIkE A PerSoN yoU doN't KnOw?" It's not like I'm obsessed with these guys. I like them, I like what they've shown us, when it comes to their personalities. I can say I'm rather fond of Jensen and Misha actually. Like, okay, y'all don't like them, why make extra anti- whatever tags. I don't get it. Someone explain to me what purpose it serves. Explain it to me as if I'm a toddler.
People fucking exhaust me.
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seventh-district · 9 months ago
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i’ve just finished season one of TMA, and being someone who’s okay with spoilers is fun because it means i can peruse the wiki and scroll through the tag and i get to become privy to all sorts of weird, wonderful, halfway-out-of-context information that i get to look forward to understanding in the future
like. what do you mean Leitner’s in the tunnels?
what do you mean Jon eats the extinguished sun??
what do you mean it’s spelled Gerard Keay???
#Jon‚ narrating a statement: '…whose passport had identified him as Gerard Keay.'#Me‚ an American‚ not yet in the habit of following along with the transcripts: 'Ah‚ yes. Jared Key.'#tma spoilers#the magnus archives#gerry keay#gerard keay#tma#i’m sorry but Why do british ppl apparently pronounce Gerard like that how do y’all audibly tell Gerard and Jared apart#anyways based on how i’ve glossed over the other two arguably much more shocking revelations i mentioned#i’m sure you can tell that i’ve latched onto Gerry and everything else is just background noise to me#okay that’s an exaggeration. i Do love the entire show and am invested in the entire cast to varying degrees but.#Gerry… my beloved… his role in Ep. 12 hooked me instantly#it’s bad‚ guys. ive already started making him a playlist. it’s safe to say there’s no hope for me. the fixation train has left the station#Gerry (and Michael) have moved in and will live rent free in my brain indefinitely#listen. you can’t just present to me a cryptic goth man with long poorly dyed black hair and mommy issues who’s covered in eye tattoos-#-and is frequently affiliated with the supernatural and then expect me to Not fall in love with him!!!#*looks at DoorKeay* …and i am also not immune to the opposites attract & human x supernatural entity tropes…#tbh looking at all this DoorKeay fan art has me suddenly remembering my EraserMic days#which is a wild thing to say i know but listen. it’s just the whole long-black-hair x long-blonde-hair similarity#and maybe a bit of the opposite personalities. idk why but i was just admiring one particular DoorKeay fanart and it suddenly hit me#i literally whispered to myself out loud ‘holy shit it’s EraserMic again…’ and it's not Really but also it kinda is and i think it's funny#but then i did More thinking and i think it goes beyond just them. i think i rlly just have a thing for Dark & Light coded character ships#Michael & Gerry… Navia & Chlorinde... Sun & Moon… Mic & Aizawa…#i think i’m learning smthn abt myself now i’ve gotta think if there’s more examples…#i'd almost say Alphonse and Seth but eeehhh not quite. and honestly i think the bigger-brain way to see their relationship through the-#-Dark x Light trope would be to take into account the resurgence of DM!Al and that kinds flips the dynamic#i think that if either of them are Moon-coded it'd be DM!Al. but they honestly just don't quite fit in that trope's box anyways#they're Pink/Black x Brown coded. not Yellow x Black#i do gotta say that i've pulled an Interesting number of songs off Seth's playlist while working on Gerry's... it's the mommy issues innit#i'd almost say PB x Marcy but once again we've got a character that's pink-coded‚ not yellow. i think they fall into a different category
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fall-risk · 10 months ago
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Jareddddd
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ramonabyneskisser · 7 months ago
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I hate him i need him gone forever /aff Bug wings because I gave them to ramona too.
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unproduciblesmackdown · 26 days ago
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I am going to be seeing one of the us tour stops!!!!! my sister is seeing a different one as well :) we are both going to attempt to audio ��, as well as keep an eye out for anything particularly kleinsen or of note with jared. i will sadly be in the far back of the balcony so my audio quality may end up quite poor, but she will be close up. its very exciting! imo i find it kinda depressing that the public opinion of deh has changed to be kind of negative bc i feel like it still has so much to offer, and for all its faults, the usual criticisms are not really what it does wrong (i still cant believe people want to apply punitive justice to the plot of deh????) anyway im hoping this tour goes well so we get more deh :)
oh hell yeah, that's fun to also be hitting Different Stops & the power of multiple people's observations (& perhaps recordings) of different performances, plus focusing in on Jared Observing specifically
i'm not in any kinds of loops but does feel like the trend of Twitter Dunks On DEH Movie Trailer (wherein it wasn't really relevant to actually talk about stage show deh unless you were saying "i didn't know anything about it" or "well i always hated it") &/or then the following whole movie was pretty Momentary & idk how any of it was received offlinely even if it wasn't a Phenomenon like the stage show being something that gets these whole other adaptations & possible "oh yeah i've heard of that i think" status more broadly lol. i suppose it's also possible that maybe Now the status of [what's deh?] to anyone who doesn't have a lot of info on that already could involve like, the vague awareness of the movie in whatever ways, but i sure was thinking the other day that that initial like critical darling commercial hit bway deh context might now be the more relevant one again just b/c the movie was never so big a deal & like, who's still posting about that, plausibly Overtaken, & what a tragedy when like truly the Let's Get Critical (as a theoretically neutral term) points made were all like Not actually engaging with the material, often not accurate, often superficial. & really even prior to the movie being on anyone's radar the "evan should be arrested as the ending of deh" like yeah that'll show him & us & like what are you even talking about lol. presumably just talking about the "rip to your protagonist but i'm different. i would of stopped it. can you believe someone might have broken a law (US territory's, God's)" no i just can't believe it....
anyway idk the summation of that is that every twitter media analysis moment that i've ever had to see, incl in its spread to other sites, has been a curse; but also that as a rando tuned in to no circles anywhere ever, i'm like yeah i dunno by now the "deh movie doesn't make much of an impact except in a Posts Trend talking about the least relevant aspects of a trailer or making things up about deh stage musical to have the ostensible Hot Take while it's now simply the Trend-Supported Take actually" like wow the vision....but seems feasible that's now relatively a blip in the like factors going into a Random Person's Familiarity / Context For DEH & "wasn't that a movie i didn't see" might still be a motivation to check it out. like naturally don't need [deh stage productions: continued] to like be a phenomenon like bway deh was or expect that, but it's always Interesting to have Whole Other Productions to be seen & discussed, as well as tie into discussion of that initial broadway run (& its prior stages) which is actually more substantial & interesting than "it was terrible all along & i knew it all along too" takes just yknow breaking out the classics like that deh is about how [choose something to frame as always bad] is always good. or complaining about actor's physical traits
(bonus comment: don't know much of anything about much of anything, including the deh uk tour, but interesting that i think at least in advertisement seems like they're leaning into the Teen Story focus? & not like having an Ensemble that ramps up the [Kids At School(tm) dancing in the hallways with their backpacks] element might not emphasize that as well. though yknow it doesn't change the script & story lol but like, that in speaking of actually relevant deh analysis / criticism, always seems like part of the reception to bway deh is like, being right Before an uptick in bway shows ft. teen protagonists (if not influencing that at all) & having the focus on Adults / Parents to "offset" the teenage plotlines (in that i don't think that needs offsetting, but that the influential Reviews do) like no yeah but it is a story about teens. and the adults / parents but their stories are still Part Of the story of evan the teen protagonist)
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murdleandmarot · 5 months ago
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9, 23 and 25 for the edgy/misc. oc ask game? :3
HI HELLO CHARLIE :DDD!!!!!
Thanks for sending these innn :)))))
9. I have a whole playlists of songs I associate with Bluebelle, it’s a bit of a curse at this point. The song I associate most with her is probably “A Dangerous Thing” by Aurora, but the lyric in question is from “If I Told You Once” by Circus Contraption Band:
“One time begat twice, then third time’s a charm/Disregarded all obvious signs of alarm/Skin milky white as you lie in repose/Tattered dress stained, from the blood I suppose/So hollow and vacant, devoid of all life/Your epitaph written on our wedding night/As your muscles were twitching in their final plea/Hope you were thinking of me/Hope you were thinking of me”
Very very edgy, I know, but I adore this song and this band, and if you’re not reading past surface level in the song, it’s VERY Bluebeard coded, and that means ofc I associate it with Bluebelle :)))
23. I think the emotion most difficult for Bluebelle to process is acceptance? The notion of joining the rest of the jellicles and being a part of a community is unthinkable to her. She doesn’t consider it a reality, so she pretty much tunes out any conversation relating to it.
Process/Expressing panic is also very difficult for her, as seen with the music box. She runs, and she never speaks about it again, (not yet at least). That part of her brain completely shuts down.
Expressing positive emotions is pretty hard for her, but she’s definitely working on that one, mostly because she wants to let her friends know she loves them <33
25. HER BRAIDS!!!!!! They’re my favorite thing in the world, along with her color scheme….shes so magical….
I never want to shut up about her backstory as well, I’d yap about it forever if i wasn’t worried about being annoying lmao but…it’s Bluebeard…….its my favorite in the world…
The movie was a huge inspiration for it, and I adore the movie, so i adore the backstory
Anyhow Bluebelle is so very special to me but I should probably do more paintings of the actual cast instead of vaguely posting about a story that I’ll never write/illustrate….however comma she’s special forever and I’ll always answer asks about her even if they take a million years
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pinazee · 11 months ago
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I know this is pretty much a dead fandom but i recently rewatched Franklin and Bash. Is it unabashedly sexist? Yup. Is it the worst example of our actual legal system? Probably. Is it terrible to their secondary POC? Oh yeah.
But what it does have is one of my favorite bromances on cable. Jared and Peter were childhood best friends that decided to both go into law, be partners, and live together. They always check in with each other when they know the other is dealing with a touchy subject (jareds daddy issues and peters ex’s). Rarely argue with each other, and always have each others back. And they support their crazy endeavors and ideas.
But my favorite part is that jared used to be taller than peter when they were about 10 and looked out for him, and they’ve just kind of stayed in that dynamic even though now peter could probably bench press jared. For example, there was a surfer that knocked peter off his board and peter was going to confront him but Jareds like, nah man let me talk to him and peter was like yeah, get him! And their whole courtroom gimmick was jareds idea that peter was afraid to do but did it anyways.
Honestly, if you got rid of the babes they’re always around and the blatant objectification they do all the time, they’d be A+ characters. Jared has this avoidant-because-he’s-sad jokester vibe and peter is a himbo. And I’m actually kind of sad that they weren’t better explored.
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ufonaut · 2 years ago
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hey i was briefly inspired by your jared commission so please enjoy this quick little drawing of your boy 🌟
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TAYLOR OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT HIM I COULD CRY RIGHT NOW!!! THIS IS LEGITIMATELY SO GORGEOUS AAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOUUUUU SO MUCH.... SEEING MY BOY IS EVERYTHING TO ME
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titsthedamnseason · 1 year ago
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this celebration after she walks out the door is so tasteless. the houseguests need to read the room. don’t they know how sad i am right now?
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emiliosandozsequence · 2 years ago
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i talk about needing diego luna to be cast as emilio sandoz all the time, but....i just as badly need lee pace to be cast as hlavin kitheri.
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prettytoxicrevolver · 1 year ago
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oh my god!!! i have a million amazing things to say about this work of art but i have to say i love gilmore girls and rory and jess and they way you somewhat copied but also made that first scene of them meeting totally different and unique is insane!!! i loved every second of this fic and it was so cute!! thank you so much honey!!!
where you lead i will follow , mat barzal
note, hello! here is it! my summer 2023 fic exchange! thank you to @wyattjohnston for putting together another amazing exchange! you are so slay! this fic is for @prettytoxicrevolver! i hope this is as slay as you hoped for and i hope you enjoy! so, i love gilmore girls too, and have a fic inspired by luke and lorelai coming soon, so i instead went with jess and rory because i am a jess girl. if you aren't, argue to a wall cause i don't care. this is loosely based on their relationship, this isn't them. just wanted to clarify. another note, sorry there are a lot of time jumps just cause i'm lazy, but i promise this is still very slay. pair, mat barzal x reader summary, mat barzal is new to town, sort of. a town he didn't want to be in. after not so good press towards the end of the season in new york, during the off-season, the team decides to send him to ivory lake, a small town where his uncle lives, just until everything dies down. the first night he's there, his uncle forces him to go dinner at his not-girlfriend's house. there, he meet's her daughter, and he realizes he has more in common with her than he thinks. warnings, none :) word count, 5175 words (this is longer than i expected lol)
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As soon as Mat stepped out of the taxi, he knew he would rather be anywhere else, "Mat." His uncle Milo greeted him stiffly as he stepped off the bus.
"Milo." Mat greeted, a flat expression on his face.
"You can call me Uncle Milo, you know." Milo attempted.
"Right." Mat nodded, making his way to the back of the taxi and grabbing all his bags.
"Well, let's get you home." Milo capped his hands and grabbed one of Mat's bags and leading him towards his apartment. Milo set Mat's bags down in the room he had designated as Mat's, "All right, well you get unpacked. My friend Lauren invited us over for dinner tonight."
"And you're telling me why?"
Milo sighed, "Because you're coming along, and you can't say no." Mat sighed, "Oh, and by the way, no one knows who you are here."
"They don't?" Mat asked.
"I don't think anyone in Ivory watches hockey." Milo chuckled, "Anyways, your secret is safe with me." Milo reassured him, then walked down the hall, leaving Mat alone in his new room in a town he didn't know anything about full of people who had no idea who he was or why he was there.
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Milo and Mat stood on the Y/L/N doorstep. Milo looked over at Mat, and reached over, fixing his hair, "What the hell, man?" Mat snapped, swatting his hands away.
"Did you even brush your hair?"
"I did, actually."
They both turned to the door when it swung open. Your mom, Lauren, greeted them both with a warm smile, "You must be Mat." Your mom smiled.
"Mat I am." He nodded.
"Huh, he's funny too." Lauren nodded, raising a brow, "Well, come in. Dinner's almost ready." She stepped aside so they could enter.
Mat walked into your small apartment, his eyes going around every corner and looking at every photo on the wall. It was all of you and your mom, most when you were younger but there were a couple that were newer because you both looked a little older.
"Y/N, our guests are here." Your mom hollered down the hallway. You came down the hallway, fixing your necklace.
You smiled, "You must be Mat."
"Yeah." He nodded, moving behind you to get a better look at the racks of CDs you had. You frowned, "These yours?"
"Yeah." You nodded, mirroring his previous actions.
"Wow, The Cranberries and The Jonas Brothers." He nodded, picking up the two very different CDs.
"It's called taste." You grabbed them and set them back in their spots.
"Nah, I'm not judging. I like a girl who can do both." He smirked, picking up another CD and reading the back.
"You listen to music much?" You asked, crossing your arms.
"A little." He shrugged.
"You can borrow that." You told him.
"I'm good." He shrugged.
"Hey, you two, dinner's ready." Your mom popped her head out of the kitchen and into the living room where you two were.
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A couple days later, Mat was getting accustomed to life in wherever he was. He didn't know what it was called and he didn't care to know. He had picked up a small cup of ice cream and was walking down the street, heading back to Milo's apartment when he saw you leaving the music store.
You looked up as he approached you," Hey, Mat." You smiled, "How are you liking it here in Ivory?"
"It's small."
"Small."
"Much smaller than where I'm from." He admitted.
"Right." You nodded, narrowing your eyes before clearing your throat, "I should get going. I'll see you around though."
"Wait, I have something for you." He pulled out the CD he had been eying a few days ago.
"Oh, wow, you didn't have to buy it, I offered it to you."
"I know. This is your's." You were stunned.
"Right." You nodded, taking it back from him.
"See you around, Y/N."
"Yeah." You stood in your spot, stunned.
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A few days later, all you could think about was Mat. The interaction a few days ago, albeit short, was still on your mind. You were... confused to say the least. He was cold the first time you met, but the second time, things felt different.
"...Now, I don't know if you have anything going on two weeks from Friday, but I sort of signed us up for a dance class." Your mom told you, snapping you out of your daze.
"Dance class?" You asked.
"Yeah."
"Why did you sign us up for a dance class? You can barely tell your right from your left and have awful hand/eye coordination."
"I don't know, I wasn't thinking." Your mom explained, "I panicked. There are a few other ladies at work doing it, so I decided why not?"
"You are insane. When you're sweating and panting, I'll laugh." You leaned back in your seat, shaking your head. The bells above the diner jingled, and you looked up, curious when you heard the diner quiet down.
Living in a small town, everyone knew everyone. It was quite the cliche. So, when news went around that Mat was in town, everyone knew and everyone started gossiping. What did he do that was so bad he had to be sent away? Why was he here?
Mat looked around the diner, taking a deep breath as everyone looked at him like he was a caged animal, "Hey, why don't we tone it down a notch, guys?" Your mom called out, but no one listened to her and continued staring.
"Hey, quit it!" You shouted, and that seemed to snap everyone out of their daze and they all went back to what they were doing. Mat shot you both an appreciative look before going to the counter to order.
As he was leaving, he stopped by your table, "Hey, thanks for that."
"It's no problem." Your mom shrugged it off, "Next time you see creeps look at us, just shout at them for us, then we'll be even." She winked.
Mat nodded with a smile, the first you'd seen from him, "Cool." He nodded, "I'll see you around. Gotta get this back to Milo." He held up his bag of food.
"Oh, yeah. He gets cranky."
"So, I've heard." Mat chuckled, before smiling and giving you a fake salute before walking out the door.
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"Y/N, there's someone here for you." Your mom hollered down the hallway.
"Who is it?" You asked.
"You'll just have to see." She winked, making her way down the hallway to her own room and shutting the door.
Your brows furrowed together as you made your way down the hallway to the front door where Mat was waiting in the doorway, "Mat? What're you doing here? Is there a CD you wanna borrow or something?"
"No," He chuckled, "I wanted to apologize. For my behavior the first time we met." You were stunned at his apology and the fact that he even was apologizing.
"Oh..." You didn't know what to say, "Well, thank you. I accept your apology. I get it. If I were new in a small town and were forced to meet new people, I'd probably react the same way."
"That still doesn't excuse my behavior." You raised a brow at the way he was speaking.
"Are you okay? Did you, like, go to school with the prince or something? Why are you talking so properly?" You laughed.
"Media training."
"Media training? Are you a promise?" Your eyes widened.
He laughed, "No. I play a little hockey in New York."
"Wow, a real city boy." You teased, "You any good?"
"A little." Mat smiled with a nod. You hummed, smiling, "So, look, there isn't much to do around here, so I was wondering if you wanted to go to the music store with me." He offered.
You were shocked, "Yeah, sure." You nodded.
"Cool." He nodded, trying to play it cool, "Are you free tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Cool." He nodded again, "How does 1 sound?"
"Sounds good." You nodded.
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The next day, you were ready way before 1 o'clock, and at exactly 1 o'clock on the dot, there was a knock on your door and you knew immediately who it was.
You jumped off the couch, smoothing down your pants, before making your way over and opening the door, "Hey." You smiled.
"Hey, you ready?" He asked, his hands shoved into his pockets. On the outside, he looked cool and carefree but on the inside, he was so nervous and could feel the nervous sweat going down his back.
"Yeah." You grabbed your bag and then locked your door. You walked and talked over to the music store, the conversation very mundane.
The second you walked through, you were off in your own world. You ditched Mat and started rifling through the records as if you weren't there a couple days ago.
"Looking for anything in particular?" He asked, looking through the box next to you.
"No, but every now and then, they get new records." You shrugged, continuing your search.
"Hey, Y/N." The owner, Vic, called out, grabbing your attention, "I think I have something for you." He waved you over. You eagerly walked over and gasped when he pulled a record from under the desk.
"Vic, have I ever told you I love you?" Your eyes were wide as he handed you the record.
He only smiled as Mat walked over in confusion, "What's so special about a Blink-182 record?"
"We moved houses a little while ago, and in the move, I lost this record. It meant everything to me. I would play it practically every day, so when it went missing, it was the worst day of my life. I've been on the lookout for one since then, but for some reason, it's been impossible."
"Until today," Vic spoke up with a proud smile.
"Until today." You nodded with a smile. You got your wallet out, ready to pay, but Mat stopped you, "What?"
"I got it." He told you, handing Vic his card.
"What? No." You shook your head.
"Can't I just do this nice thing?" He chuckled.
You pursed your lips as you tried to read him, "Fine." You related, letting Vic swipe his card so he could pay.
Mat held the door open for you as you exited, "You know, I didn't tell you that story just for you to pay for this right?"
"I know." He nodded, "I just wanted to." He shrugged.
"Well, next time you see something you like, within reason, let me buy it for you." You nudged him.
"We'll see." He smirked.
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As the weeks passed, you and Mat started hanging out more. You learned about his life in New York, learned about his best friend Anthony, his sister, and his parents. You also learned about his crippling fear of dogs, which was hilarious, and he regretted it the moment you started laughing.
He learned about your love for books and your love for ABBA and Mamma Mia. He learned your mom worked at a hotel and she also shared your love of music.
Your mom was at work, so you were left alone. It was summer after all. You were startled and confused by the knock at the door, "What're you doing here?" You asked.
"Hi, Mat. Good to see you too." He joked sarcastically.
"With the formalities out of the way, my question remains. What are you doing here?"
"Well, I was doing some research. There's a hockey team nearby. It's like minor league, I don't think they even keep score, but I got us tickets. They're for today." He held up a piece of paper with information about the team.
"Let's say I wasn't free. What would you do?" You asked.
"Go to the game alone." He shrugged.
"Fine. Just give me like 10 minutes."
"You have 5." You raised a brow, "I was working up the courage to ask you and kind of wasted a lot of time. The game starts in an hour and it takes a while to get there." He scratched the back of his neck.
"Awh, do I make you nervous, Mat?" You teased.
He quickly shook his head, "No."
You laughed, "All right, five minutes." You nodded.
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You found your seats but before you made it, Mat insisted on buying you a hat from one of the parents outside. The merch had the team logo on it, and most of the people inside were wearing it.
"Wow, this is much more enthusiastic than I imagined for some reason." You laughed.
"Yeah, they can get pretty rowdy." He looked around.
"So, you go to many games in New York?" You asked.
He laughed, "A few."
"What does that mean?" You asked curiously, to which he only smiled, turning his attention to the ice as they began the national anthem.
By second period intermission, Mat had explained every rule of the game to you so you understood a little of what was going on, "Hey, I'm gonna get a hotdog, you want anything?" He stood up from his seat.
"A hotdog sounds pretty good about now." You nodded with a smile.
By the time Mat got back, the second period was getting ready to start, "Sorry, line for hotdogs was long." He handed you yours with a couple packets of condiments, "Didn't know what you wanted, so I got everything."
"It's all good. Thank you." you smiled, "How much do I owe you?"
"It's on me." He shook his head as you pulled out your phone.
"What? Mat we can't keep doing this. I have money, you know." You joked.
"I know, but I feel bad that I took so long."
"It's fine. I made a friend." You pointed below you to the kid who was sitting in front of you with his family. The kid waved, a look of awe on his face.
Mat winked. He knew the look on the kid's face. It was one he was all too familiar with. The look of recognition. The kid knew who he was, but thankfully, had the manners not to say anything.
By the end of the game, you were practically a seasoned expert. You followed Mat around the arena, thinking you were going to the car, but were confused when you ended up right next to the ice.
"What are we doing here?" You asked nervously.
"Well, since it's your first game, I thought I'd make it memorable." He smiled, "Your gonna ride the Zamboni." Your eyes widened.
"What?" He pointed to the big ice machine coming down the hall.
"So, who's it gonna be?" The Zamboni driver asked, looking between you and Mat. Mat quickly, without hesitation, pointed to you, "All right, hop on." The man smiled.
You got on the Zamboni, and it felt like an out-of-body experience as you drove around the rink. Mat watched, filming the entire thing, from the entrance off the side of the ice.
"That was crazy." You exclaimed as you hopped off.
"Yeah? I thought you'd like it." He laughed, sending a smile and a wave to the driver and the couple of workers in charge of the Zamboni.
"That was so cool, Mat. Thank you. I had a lot of fun tonight."
"I'm glad I was able to be the lucky guest who took you to your first game."
"Glad you were here for it. You're a good teacher. Thanks to you, I wasn't so clueless." You laughed.
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"And you're absolutely sure there's nothing going on?" Mat asked.
Lauren sighed, "Yes, Mat, I'm sure. I'm pretty sure I know my own kid's schedule."
"Okay, I just want to make sure. These tickets were very expensive and I don't think they're refundable."
"And I told you, I can pay for her ticket." Lauren insisted with another exasperated sigh.
"And I told you I got it covered," Mat told her.
Both of their heads whipped over to the door as you walked in, confused at the way they both looked over at you, "Hi."
"Hi, honey." Your mom smiled, "Well, I'm going to get going. I've got some stuff to do. I'll see you later." She grabbed her bag quickly and kissed your head before leaving.
"That was strange." You laughed, setting your stuff down on the couch, "So, what're you doing here? Another hockey game?" You asked.
"Well..."
"Oh, please don't tell me you bought hockey tickets again. I had fun, but I think the next time we go, I should buy them because I feel like a moocher and if I buy them then you can't tell me no." You ranted.
He smiled, "Not like that, but I do have another surprise."
"Oh, no."
"Oh no" what?" He asked.
"Your surprises are always big and expensive."
"The hockey tickets weren't too bad and the record I got you was even cheaper than both tickets combined."
"Mat..."
"Okay, fine, this one's a little expensive." He handed you an envelope, nodding his head when you raised a brow at him. Your entire body froze when you read what the paper said.
"Mat Barzal." You gasped, "Are you serious right now? This isn't a joke?" You started looking around the room.
"What're you looking for?" He laughed.
"Cameras." You answered.
"Stop, I'm being serious. They're real." He grabbed your arms and sat you back down.
"Holy crap." You sat down, covering your mouth in shock, "You actually got Blink-182 tickets?"
"Yeah." He nodded with a proud smile on his face.
"How?"
"I know a guy." He shrugged, to which you raised a brow, "All right, my sisters pretty good at this, so I had her get them for me."
"Well, tell your sister I love her, and thank you." You were still in shock as you kept reading the tickets, "Oh, my God, now I have to find something to wear." You rushed off to your room.
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"This is insane." You shouted over the loud noise of everyone in the arena, "And so are these seats. I don't think I've ever been this close to the stage for a concert in my life." You laughed.
"Yeah, Liana is really good at these kinds of things." Mat nodded.
"I really can't thank you enough, Mat. This means so much. No one's ever done this for me."
"Eh, it was nothing." He shrugged it off.
"Okay, just take my gratitude, will you." You both laughed. You took your seats and sat in silence, just taking everything in. Mat left a few times to go to the bathroom and get food, but you sat the entire time, wanting to remember everything.
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After the concert, you were on a high. The post-concert depression was hitting, but it was worth it. You quickly went through your grocery list as your mom waited for you in the car.
"Thanks." You smiled at the bagger as you rushed outside. You set the stuff in the backseat then got into the passenger side, "All right, they had everything except tomatoes." You informed her, looking over at her. You could see the worry in her brows, "What is it? Did someone die?" You asked.
"No." She shook her head, "Honey..." She paused.
"Just tell me." You exclaimed.
"It's Mat." She started.
"What about him?" You asked, your mind racing as you frantically thought of every possibility.
"He's gone." She told her, her eyes screaming with pity and sadness.
"Gone? Gone where?"
"Milo called while you were inside. Said he went home."
"Home where?"
"Back to New York. Said the team called and said everything was cleared and he could come home." She explained.
"What team?" You asked nervously.
"You didn't know?"
"Know what, Mom?" Your brows furrowed together again, this time in confusion and hurt.
"Mat plays for the New York Islanders. A pro hockey team, like the big league. He was sent to Ivory because of some bad press and now that it's all cleared up they called him back." You sat back in your seat, taking in what she had just said. She watched you, worried, "You okay?"
"I want to go home." You told her.
"All right." She nodded.
As soon as you got home, you made a beeline for your room and stayed there for the rest of the night. You laid in bed, not even moving when your mom called for dinner.
She leaned in the doorway, watching you stare at the wall, "I'm gonna just leave this here." She said, setting the plate down on your nightstand, then sitting on your bed. "You feeling okay?"
"Why didn't he tell me?"
"I can't speak for him, but maybe he just wanted to forget about whatever was going on in New York." She suggested.
"But I wouldn't have judged him or said anything."
"I know that." She nodded, hugging you and kissing your head.
"I really liked him, Mom." You whispered, your voice going quiet as your eyes filled with tears.
"I know you did." She whispered, her own eyes filling with tears as she did her best to comfort you.
-
The months dragged on and eventually, you moved on. It took a lot of pushing from your mom and even Milo, but you started hanging out with a guy from your school and one thing led to another and you started going out.
"Y/N, Jared's here." Your mom announced.
"Coming!" You hollered back, fixing your shirt before hustling down the hall where Jared was standing, talking to your mom, "Hey, you ready to go?"
"Yeah." He smiled. You said your goodbyes to your mom before you were out and walking through Ivory. Jared was telling a joke, which made you smile.
"What is it?" Jared asked, noticing that you stopped laughing. He followed your line of sight over to someone across the street, "Who's that?"
"It's, uh," You swallowed harshly, "It's no one." You shook your head, "Let's go." You grabbed his hand and pulled him down the street.
Mat saw you from across the street and even from across the street, he could make out the look of surprise and hurt on your face. He saw you drag the guy who he could only assume was your boyfriend down the street and couldn't deny the pang it sent to his heart.
-
The next day, you had sufficiently ignored and avoided Mat, somehow. How you did it was a mystery even to you but you did it. All that progress came crashing down when he walked into the diner.
You were waiting for your mom and he had seen you from outside and rushed in, "There you are." He sighed, trying to catch his breath after running in.
You sighed, angrily setting your cup down as he took the seat in front of you, "Look, you have every right to be upset with me..."
"Hell yeah, I have the right to be upset with you. For one, you lied to me about everything, and two, you left without any explanation or reason. I had to find out through Milo."
"I didn't lie about everything."
"Oh, no, just your occupation and the real reason you were here."
"Look, I don't get why you're upset." Mat sighed, and the moment the words left his mouth, he knew he messed up.
You scoffed, "You have some nerve, you know? I get it, you didn't want people to know who you were or why you were here, but I thought, I really thought we had something special but then you just leave. No note, no email, not even a message in a freaking bottle!." You exclaimed, shaking your head, and gathered your stuff.
"I tried."
"I don't believe you." You turned and walked out the door, ignoring the looks the other patrons in the diner were giving you.
-
It was like was against you because as you turned the street with Jared, Mat was walking down the other side, his arm wrapped around some girl's shoulder, a girl you had never seen.
You slowed your pace but it was already too late to cross the street, "Huh, funny seeing you here." Mat commented.
"Yeah." You sighed.
"Do you two know each other?" Jared asked.
"At one point." You nodded, keeping your eyes on Mat.
"Well, are you going to introduce us?" The girl Mat was with asked impatiently.
"Right," Mat nodded, "This is Alexis."
"This is my boyfriend, Jared." You pointed to your boyfriend.
"And this is awkward." Alexis muttered under her breath, "Mat, I wanna go."
"Alright, yeah, we gotta go." Mat grabbed her hand again and they walked past you.
You sighed, linking arms with Jared again as continued your walk, "So, who was that?"
"Mat. He's just a friend, well a former friend." You corrected.
"Just a friend?" Jared raised a brow.
"Just a friend." You nodded, reassuring Jared.
-
Mat hadn't planned to be in Ivory for too long, but he wanted to make sure you accepted his apology before he left. Milo had caught a cold and Mat could barely cook, so Mat braved the cold and went outside to get food from the diner when he saw you and Jared standing in the park, seemingly in the middle of an argument. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but you were in public and he was just there.
"Are you serious? You promised he was just a friend, but ever since he got here, you've been weird." Jared told you.
"Jared, please, can we do this somewhere else?"
"No, be honest with me, do you like him?" He asked. By that point, everyone in Ivory was listening in on your conversation.
"What are you talking about?" You balked, "This is so stupid, Jared. You're making no sense."
"I'm making perfect sense. Before Mat came to town, we were perfect. Everything was going great. Then he came to town and it was like a switch had flipped. Everything changed, Y/N," The way he said your name hurt.
You knew he was right, but maybe you were too blind and hurt by what Mat had done to see it, "Jared, please."
"No, no more. I'm done. I'm sorry." He shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets as he headed for his car down the street.
You stood there, regretting not wearing a jacket. As you looked around, you then realized just how many people had heard your fight and it was just the icing on the cake.
You were tired and as soon as the first tear fell, you were running as far and as fast as you could. Mat stood in his spot frozen in confusion. Everyone was watching you, not stepping in to help, so he decided to do it.
"Hey!" He shouted, his voice echoing loudly enough for everyone to hear him, "Quit it!" Everyone quickly went back to what they were doing.
He sighed, following after you as fast as he could. He found you sitting on a bridge, over a lake. He could hear you crying and sniffling as he caught his breath.
"Y/N...?" He called out your name quietly so it wouldn't startle you, "Can I sit next to you?" You didn't say anything, so he took it as his chance to sit down, "Wow, you are a fast runner." He felt his lungs burn with every word he spoke and every breath he took.
"Took track in high school." You told him, sniffling as you both looked out onto the water, "Was it bad?"
"Nah." He shook his head.
"Don't lie to me right now, Mat." You sighed.
He hesitated, "All right, it was a little bad." He admitted.
"God." You sighed, wiping your eyes.
"But don't worry, it'll all be over by next week."
"Great, so I can't go outside for the next week." You sighed angrily, "You can go, Mat. I'll be okay."
"No." He shook his head.
"Just go." You repeated.
"I'm not leaving you alone." He stated. You sighed, rubbing your temple, "Me and Alexis, we were never dating." He admitted.
"What?" You asked, brows furrowing together at his random outburst.
"We were never together. We went on a date, yeah, but nothing more."
"Why are you telling me?"
"Just so you know you aren't alone." He reached over and grabbed your hand. He smiled when you looked at your hands together, but didn't do anything to remove your hand from his.
-
After Mat had followed you down to the lake, you had kind of been avoiding him. It hadn't been intentional at first, but it sort of just happened.
Mat saw you across the street and started crossing the street to see you, but you quickly ducked into a store and lost him. That was when he knew something was wrong. He thought he did something wrong, so that was why he avoided you.
You knew you had to tell him what was on your mind, so you decided to go to his place and tell him what was wrong. You knocked on his door and saw when he opened. thedoor, he looked like he wanted to shut it in your face.
"Before you shut the door, please let me say what I want to say, then you can shut the door in my face." You cut him off.
"All right." He nodded, crossing his arms.
"Look, I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. It's immature of me and it's wrong because you didn't do anything. It's all me." You admitted.
"What do you mean?"
"I like you, Mat. Like, really like you, and when you left, it hurt. I was hurt, and when you came back, I was surprised. You came back just as fast as you left. It was all happening too fast. I had gotten over you, I was with Jared, then you came back and threw a wrench into everything."
"Oh, my apologies." He narrowed his eyes as he spoke, sarcastically of course.
You narrowed your eyes back at him before you continued, "I'm trying to apologize for the way I've been acting and I just wanted to tell you that I really liked you and really liked spending time with you before you jet off to New York again and leave without a goodbye." You shrugged.
He sighed, running a hand across his face, "Y/N..." He breathed out.
"That's all I had to say. You can shut the door now if you want." You told him, turning on your heel and walking down the stairs.
Mat's brain was slower than his feet because before he knew it, he was calling out your name and picking up his pace. He grabbed your arm softly and spun you around.
He ignored the confused look on your face before leaning in for a kiss. When you pulled away, your brows furrowed in confusion, "Is that you saying you feel the same way?"
"Yes." He laughed, "I like you, too, Y/N."
"Oh, okay." You nodded, stunned by what just happened, "Can we kiss again?"
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“The way to a gal’s heart is through her stomach.” - Jason Todd x fem!reader
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A/N: Beep boop another Jason imagine, enjoy cuties <3
Warnings: not proofread, slightly suggestive content, swear words
Summary: Jason Todd is not only a superhero, he’s also a master of tomato soups. (fluff, domestic theme, slightly suggestive content)
Word count: 850 +
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“NOOO, no no no I GOT THIS, SIT DOWN MA’AM” Jay said, waving his hands dramatically as if he was trying to shoo you away from the kitchen.
“Don’t raise your voice at me fucker!” you said snorting with laughter.
“Yes, ma’am BUT SIT DOWN PLEASE-- I GOT THIS LOVE!” Jay tilted his head and waited for your reaction giving you an innocent look.
“PLEASE! I GOT THIS!”
“Okay! Okay I will…” you said with your hands up, slowly turning away from your boyfriend. You were standing in the kitchen. You just got back home from work and were about to start making dinner for the both of you. However, Jason had other plans and was making sure that you wouldn’t lift your finger.
“Soooo, what do we have on the menu chef Todd?” Jason smirked as he saw you folding your arms over your chest and leaning against the counter. He reached for an apron that was hanging near the stove.
His triceps rounded as he moved his hands behind his back to tie it on himself. They were pretty tightly squeezed by a short sleeve of his t-shirt. You were wondering whether he was purposefully flexing just to make you feel a certain way.
“I was thinking of a baked tomato soup. But-- I shall gladly fulfill my significant other’s…” he prolonged.
“-dining desires…as­-- it’s my personal wish to suffice her stomach.” His words made you shake your head with a growing smile. God. This guy’s eloquence is truly admirable. So is his charm. And his warmth despite the hardships that life had thrown at him.
“Sounds good.”
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
“Sweet. Tomato soup it is.”
“How was work?” he continued.
“Could have been better honestly.  Collins had a problem again and decided to throw a fit at the end of the shift. Called in a meeting last minute just to scream his ass of for 20 minutes-- AS IF we could change anything.”
“Monica was late to pick up her son from preschool because of the asshole.” You continued your rant.
“Yeah, Collins has a knack for ruining everyone’s day,” Jay said, shaking his head as he rinsed his hands.
“It’s like the guy feeds off stress.”
“Exactly! And the worst part is, it’s not just me. Everyone’s been feeling it. EVEN Monica, who’s usually so calm, was on the verge of tears today. It’s just not fair.”
“Did she call you?” He asked.
“She texted me when I was entering our building.”
He shook his head no sympathizing with your work story.
“Ugh, I hate that for her. And for you,” Jay said, turning to face you. “You don’t deserve to deal with that crap every day.”
“Thanks,” you replied with a tired smile. “It’s just frustrating. I mean, we’re all trying our best, but Collins seems to think yelling at us is some sort of solution.”
“Man, I don’t know what to say… asshole’s pissing me off.” He licked his lips.
“And how is Jared doing?” Jay continued wanting to change the topic.
“He’s alright as far as I know.” You bit your lower lip.
“You know what? I actually thought about inviting them for dinner some time.” You said shyly.
Jay, still focused on the cutting board, looked up, noticing the slight hesitation in your tone.
“Why are you shying away like that?” he asked, with curiosity and concern in his voice as he turned to face you, pausing his chopping.
“Well, I wanna know-- if you’d have the energy and will to have guests over on your night off…?”
Jay walked over to the sink to wash his hands. He stepped away from the counters to kiss the top of your head as you were mentally supporting him in his cooking, watching from the tall bar stool.
“We can totally think about it, don’t worry about my energy.”
“I—Well I-- just didn’t want to overwhelm you--, you know? I know how hard you’ve been working lately, and I didn’t want to add more to your plate.”
Jay smiled, his eyes full of that familiar warmth that always made you feel at ease.
“I get it, and I really appreciate you looking out for me like that.”
“But honestly-- having them over might be just what we need. A break from the usual, a chance to relax, catch up with some good friends, and just enjoy each other’s company. It could be a lot of fun.” He continued.
„Plus, it would be a great opportunity to show off my cooking skills.” He said with a cheeky smile plastered across his face.
“Yeeeaah right…”
“Yeah right what?” Jay looked over his shoulder, pretending to be offended.
“’Kay hear me out-- how about we make a deal? If I can whip up the best tomato soup you’ve ever had, you have to admit I’m the better cook.”
“And if it’s-- just, okay?” you teased, biting your lower lip playfully. Jay leaned in closer, his voice deepened.
“Then maybe I’ll have to find another way to prove I’m the best at… handling things.”
“I like your confidence, Todd.”
“And I—like you Y/L/N.”
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