#THE SCREAM I LET OUT ITs LIKE 11 PM BRO

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WE FUCKING CALLED IT WE FUCKING CALLED IT

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Agatha All Along Commentary

⚠️WARNING⚠️ AGATHA ALL ALONG 1x6 SPOILERS AHEAD

you’ve been warned

Im late again guys 😣 alright. Here goes nothing. I’m seriously considering taking my anxiety meds before these episodes because atp that might help.

Started watching at 3:00 pm

I stg I stg I stg I stg if this turns out bad I’m gonna throw up. And that says a lot considering I have emetophobia

Ooh fancy he’s Jewish

I’m not familiar with the Jewish religion but seems pretty cool.

Okay so we have established that this is Billy Kaplan which idk how y’all dug so deep to figure it out but I guess it was common knowledge and I do not have common knowledge so it adds up

Ooh now there’s a party funnn lol

I wish I had parents that were proud of me

Lmaooooo “you’re both disgusting” is so fucking real

4:25

ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

She’s kinda hot guys. I have daddy issues but I’m a lesbian lmaoooo

5:14

WTFFFF I CANT DO THIS SHIT I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT IT MEANS BUT SHES TOTALLY LYING TO HIM IN THIS

5:42

wtf does the tower reversed mean bitch

6:14

Hearing her say baby is so fucking hot I’m gonna nut everywhere

Oh lord guys I seriously have problems… but don’t say you weren’t thinking it too 😏

6:51

WTF IS THAT THING A PROTECTION SPELL OR WHAT?!?!

DID SHE PLACE THE SIGIL?!?!

Omg if she placed the sigil on him that would be insane

7:46

If y’all out there with the theories about Billy maximoff’s soul taking over Billy kaplan’s body im kms because that’s so valid

——id like to let y’all know that I know nothing about the marvel comics and I do not intend on learning or digging that deep kk? I also don’t know what Wiccan is but I guess it’s Billy maximoff? Not looking for someone to explain it tho lol——

IM SCARED J DONT WANNA SEE MY BABY

NO WANDA NO WANDA I DIDNT NEED TO HEAR HER VOICE

8:34

Holy shit.

8:39

Watching it disappear is so sad. Like I know she’s hurting and saving the rest of them

9:00

OH MY GOD THE PARENTS STAYED ALIVE I THOUGHT YALL SAID THEY ALL DIED OR LIKE TWO DEATHS

9:33

NO FUCKING WAY THIS SHIT IS ACTUALLY TRUE

Y’all playing too hard

9:52

No fucking way. I’m actually so done right now. I’m so fucking done I need to scream at someone and it needs to be the fucking producer

10:15

That must be so fucking scary to go to “sleep” as Billy Maximoff and wake up in someone else’s body. Like in Disney shows when they switch and shit they have a moment where they look in the mirror and scream but this is def more realistic

Also I thought someone said there were two deaths. I don’t see no dead people up in this bitch

10:55

wtf is this?? inside out?

11:06

Noooohohohoooooo I forgot that Billy M can mind read and shit

12:33

That dog knows

Why is it always the dog that knows?

13:44

Having to call her mom must have sucked balls

15:22

Damn he already trying to fit the part bro. Moving on too damn fast

Him and his mom with the lying bro ✋🙄

Stop I sound like Agatha 😭

16:02

SHE DID PLACE THE SIGIL ON HIM WTFFFF

16:26

Okay I see you little emo gay kid having more piercings than me and having kissed more people than me and I’m older than you 🙄

17:26

Damn that’s crazy. He actually is telling this dude his shit

18:40

Damn that’s so fucking crazy his smile is creeping me out bro

Also I totally knew little Billy M was meant to be a little gay baby

19:24

Damnit all of these hoes have connection with him. Of some kind

19:57

You found a guy on Reddit. And you’re meeting him? That sounds like you’re getting killed.

OMG WHO IS IT TELL ME WHO IT IS

ITS RALPH NO ITS RALPH POOR RANDALL SORRY RANDALL ITS JUST WE KNOW YOU AS RALPH

21:06

Damn he went kinda crazy from being with Agatha all that time huh? That means the only one that can handle her is rioooooo

21:42

Don’t take my wife’s name in vain hoe

lol I’m kidding

I also apparently have multiple wives

Lmaoooo please ask about Agatha harkness

24:06

YOU FUCKING MURDERED SPARKY I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS I DONT CARE IF SHE MADE YOU DO THAT SHIT I HATE YOU

24:19

Omg I can’t do this shit

Does this mean that Tommy is also in someone’s body?

25:27

I seriously do wanna know what kind of crazy that lady eats for breakfast. And I hope it’s me 😏

26:24

Yeaaaahhhh this song eats me up.

27:20

HOHOHOHHHHH THAT PICTURE IS THE IMAGE OF A FA- a gay woman. A gay witchy woman…. 👀

27:36

OH YEAH THEY BROUGHT MY GIRL DOLLY INTO IT

DOLLY PARTON FOR PRESIDENT 2024

Ahem… excuse my political views ✋😭

28:20

Omg omg omg he’s going on the road to find Tommy I’m gonna cryyyyy

29:43

Oh he’s so emo with his eyeliner and his black heart boyfriend and his belt chain and his witchy witchyness

…okay maybe im jealous

29:55

Ugh mommy. They’re both so hot. I know we only see Agatha in this part but I’ll nut to the thought of Aubrey Plaza

30:06

You’re seriously using a fucking house lamp you idiot ✋😭

30:29

You tell me to stop I’ll do it mommy

OH LAWD I HAVE ISSUES

I have to shit bro 😭

31:07

Hooligan is so fucking funny 😭

31:33

Guys I’m nutting everywhere from her sitting like that she’s soooo gayyyyyy

The producer really said “gay” and Kathryn Hahn said “yes”

32:16

I think if I was in that situation as teen, I’d say I want to. I want to poke that damn bear and see if she’ll throw me on the desk and- oh. Right right. Not the point ✋😭😏

I ALSO JUST REALIZED THAT SHE IS WEARING A SHIRT THAT IS RALPHS RANDALLS? Idk anymore bro

32:59

Wait… this is so fucking funny bro 😭😭😭

33:45

OMG SHES LIKE IN THE INTERROGATION TABLE AND ITS ACTUALLY HER HOUSE BRO

I NEVER MADE THAT CONNECTION 😭😭😭

34:21

HOT HOOOTTTTT SHES SO HOT RIPPING THAT TAPE IS SO HOT

34:28

THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY BRO

34:46

Hold on these side swipe things are going too fast I’m so lost. 😭 I hate having a horrible memory that makes me not be able to remember every single detail when we’re going back to something from a different pov

35:10

STFU SHE COULDNT HEAR EITHER TIME AND BOTH TIMES HE SAID SOMETHING DIFFERENT I WONDER WHAT HE SAID ON THE ROAD WITH THE OTHER WITCHES

35:19

YEEESSSSS IM SK GLAD WERE BACK TO THE ROAD

35:28

Yes! Pull yourself out of that mystery goop!!!

36:11

FUCK YOU BITCH FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU DONT BREAK THE SIGIL PIECE FUCK YOU

37:53

Wait. I am so gullible I like her being nice bro ✋😭

38:00

COVERED IN MYSTERIOUS ROAD GOOP OR NOT THAT POSE IS FUCKIGN HOT

38:09

I can’t tell if she’s crying because she’s happy the SIGIL is broken and she’s right or if she’s crying because she actually liked the kid

38:33

FUCK SHES BEING EVIL AGAIN I NEED A GOOD AGATHA AND I KNOW IM NOT GETTING THAT BUT A GIRL CAN DREAM

38:45

I’ll kill someone for you Agatha

39:05

Wait when she’s like don’t feel guilty about your talent I feel like she’s trying to be evil but it’s kind of endearing. Like. Shes so strong about it which means so many witches have felt guilty about their talents before and she doesn’t want that to hinder him. Even if she is evil that’s pretty sweet.

39:53

OH FUCK YOU BITCH KYS KYS HAHA THATS WHY YOU CANT USE YOUR POWERS BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD GOOD NOT DECENT GOOD

40:43

Stfu Agatha. Don’t mess with our bitch.

Robo papa? BAHAHAHAHAHAAA

she knowsssss

41:34

BAHAHAHHAAHAAAAA

42:02

“Got it” not her being serious for once ✋😭

42:25

DONT I KNOW IT BITCH YOU DIDNT HAVE TO TELL ME IM WATXHING YOU LITTLE MAXIMOFF BITCH

Post watching notes:

I seriously needed some Agathario shit and I didn’t get that and I’m mad. IM SO MAD THAT THE INTIMACY COORDINATOR WAS FOR TEO LITTLE BOYS I NEEDED MY MIDDLE AGE WOMEN TO MAKE TF OUT THEY ARE TEASING ME 😖😖😖

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True story behind The Conjuring 3 – inside Arne Cheyenne Johnson’s “the devil made me do it” court case

The latest instalment in The Conjuring franchise once again has its roots in a real-life case.

By Patrick Cremona, Radio Times. UK.

Published: Friday, 21st May 2021 at 2:56 pm

The Conjuring 3 takes its title from a real-life court case that dates back to the 1980s. The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It takes a look at the case and the Warrens’ involvement in the case that originated the phrase “the devil made me do it”.

Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga return as paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren for the next instalment in The Conjuring horror franchise, with the new movie heading to UK cinemas on 28th May 2021.

As with the previous movies in the franchise, The Conjuring 3 is taken from a real case file with reported connections to the supernatural. Previously we’ve seen spin-off movies focused on the Annabelle doll, also inspired by the Warrens who keep it in their occult museum.

Vera Farmiga and Patrick Wilson as Lorraine and Ed Warren. Warner Bros Pictures.

The case in question this time around is the trial of Arne Cheyenne Johnson, a man who was convicted of manslaughter in Connecticut in 1981 – becoming the first person to have claimed a defence of demonic possession during a murder trial.

The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It true story

The Conjuring 3 is inspired by the trial of 19-year-old Arne Cheyenne Johnson, who was charged with murdering his landlord Alan Bono in February 1981. During the trial, the defendant gained infamy for becoming the first person to claim a defence of demonic possession in a United States court – although perhaps unsurprisingly this version of events was not accepted by the judge.

His defence rested on testimony given by the family of his fiancée, Debbie Glatzel. Debbie’s 11-year-old brother had reportedly been the subject of demonic possession in the months prior to the murder, with his parents having grown increasingly worried by a number of unexplained and ominous events.

The story really starts in July 1980, when the 11-year-old David Glatzel was helping Johnson clean up a Connecticut rental property he was prepping to move so he could move in.

While there David claimed to have come across a “burnt and black-looking” old man who he claims pushed him into a waterbed saying he would bring them harm if they moved into the house.

When David returned home he continued to see the old man. He described him as having a white beard, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. David claimed the man’s skin was charred as if he’d been burnt too. The young boy experienced night terrors and woke up with bruises and scratches on his body. He’d wake screaming and tell his parents he’d seen the sunken features of the old man “like an animal”, with horns, pointy hears and jagged teeth (via People). (The Conjuring 3 demon appears to have gone a different route, with early photos showing a white masked man wearing a striped red long coat.)

The family said they also had heard unexplained noises coming from their attic.

In trying to get to the bottom of the issue they had called in Ed and Lorraine Warren – who by this point were already well-known paranormal experts – to diagnose and cure their son.

Ed Warren said he heard banging and growling sounds coming from their basement, and that he also say a rocking chair move on its own. Speaking to paranormal researcher Tony Spera, Ed claimed David’s toy dinosaur also walked on its own towards the family. He also said a deep voice spoke to them saying: “Beware, you’re all going to die.”

Lorraine also claimed she saw a black mist appear next to David while her husband interviewed him. “While Ed interviewed the boy, I saw a black, misty form next to him, which told me we were dealing with something of a negative nature. Soon the child was complaining that invisible hands were choking him—and there were red marks on him. He said that he had the feeling of being hit,” she told People magazine.

David’s mother Judy had previously claimed it was a ghost, but the Warrens rejected this idea saying it was an indicator of a demon.

Lorraine also claimed she saw David being choked by invisible hands and he told her “he had the feeling he was being hit”. She told People that she could see red marks afterwards and she heard him growl and hiss. Lorraine also claimed he spoke in unrecognisable voices, that he recited passages of the Bible as well as Paradise Lost. Debbie Glatzel also claimed he spit, bit, kicked and swore at her and he flopped around “head to toe like a ragdoll”.

She also told the Chippewa Herald Telegram that “he manifested. Just a face on the wall. High cheekbones. A narrow chin. A thin nose. Big black eyes hidden in dark holes. He showed his teeth.”

Ed Warren also told The Washington Post: “Right away, I knew there was something to this. I felt like a good fisherman when he knows there’s something on the line.” He added that he thought there were 43 demons inside the boy, and David named them all.

David Glatzel’s exorcism

In the movie, Father Gordon (Steve Coulter) blesses the home. The priest’s name was changed for the movie, but a Roman Catholic priest did visit the home to bless it.

After continued efforts from the Warrens, the Glatzels, and multiple priests (including Rev Francis E.Virgulak) a formal exorcism took place, with witnesses claiming that a demon fled the child’s body.

Ed Warren claimed Arne, who was present at the exorcism, shouted: “Take me on, leave my little buddy alone!”

Apparently, David showed signs of improving, but Arne started to deteriorate. TV series A Haunting covered the case in the episode Where Demons Dwell, claiming that the demon took control of Johnson’s car forcing it into a tree. While he was uninjured, he was shaken by the experience. The series also blamed a demon when Johnson fell from a tree while working.

Judy told The Washington Post she paid $75 an hour for a session with a local psychiatrist too, but it was up to church officials to set up and pay for further psychological testing (via Newsweek). David’s parents were told he was “normal” but had a “minimal learning disability”.

Alan Bono’s murder

Clearly not content with its newfound freedom, though, the story goes that the spirit then immediately took control of Johnson and it was under his control that the murder of the landlord took place several months later.

Johnson and Debbie Glatzel decided against renting the original home, and instead rented a small house near Debbie’s work. Debbie was working a dog groomer for the landlord, Alan Bono, 40, who was also the kennel manager.

Bono, who has been renamed in the movie as Bruno Sauls, lived in an apartment above the kennels.

On the day of the murder, Johnson had taken the day off work and spent the day with Debbie, 26, at the kennel. Along with some other companions, Debbie, Johnson and Bono had lunch at a local restaurant and enjoyed a few drinks, becoming drunk in the process, and when they later returned to the kennel a heated fight broke out with Bono becoming increasingly agitated.

During this argument, Bono seized Debbie’s nine-year-old cousin Mary, who had also been present, and refused to let her go – which then led Johnson to confront him and eventually stab him repeatedly with a five-inch pocket knife, all while growling like an animal. Bono suffered “four or five tremendous wounds” mainly to his chest area.

Bono died several hours later and Johnson was later arrested roughly two miles away from the murder. The murder is believed to be the first murder in Brookfield, Connecticut’s 193-year history, and the first in the 30 years since the town had police records.

The next day, Lorraine Warren immediately claimed that it was a case of demonic possession, which naturally led to much media coverage around the world.

Ed and Lorraine Warren

Ed and Lorraine Warren arrive at Danbury Superior Court - Getty

Arne Johnson’s Trial

Johnson’s trial began on 28th October 1981 at Connecticut’s Superior Court in Danbury.

Johnson’s lawyer Martin Minnella attempted to enter a plea of “not guilty” due to demonic possession stating Johnson “was possessed by a demon, and it was a demon who actually manipulated his body.” It was the first known court case in US history that had attempted this defence.

Minnella, speaking about the case and the fame that followed, said: “The courts have dealt with the existence of God. Now they’re going to have to deal with the existence of the Devil.” (via the New York Times).

However, the plea of not guilty due to demonic possession was immediately thrown out by presiding judge Robert Callahan who said that it would be “irrelative and unscientific” to allow testimony on these grounds, and so despite the ensuing media attention the jury was not legally allowed to consider demonic possession.

Johnson’s defence claimed that he hadn’t been the same after Glatzel’s exorcism, and witnesses were called upon saying they saw a demon transfer from Glatzel to Johnson. Debbie Glatzel also testified that Johnson behaved similarly to Glatzel. Ed Warren claimed Johnson had made a “fatal mistake” by taunting the alleged demon.

Debbie claimed Johnson had come to Bono’s apartment to repair a stereo for him, but that Bono had been drinking red wine and the pair got into an argument about payment for the repair. She also said Johnson was in a trance when he stabbed Bono.

According to reports, in the three months Debbie and Johnson had lived next to Bono they had been friends. The police believed that Bono and Debbie’s relationship was more than boss and employee, but Debbie denied this despite the police claiming the argument was over her rather than the stereo. The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It does take this angle into the story, exploring the ‘jealous lover’ plot, which was also shown in the 1983 movie The Demon Murder Case (starring Kevin Bacon).

L-R Patrick Wilson (Ed Warren), Sarah Catherine Hook (Debbie Glatzel) and Vera Farmiga (Lorraine Warren) in New Line Cinema’s ‘The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It.

After the jury deliberated for more than three days, Johnson was convicted of first-degree manslaughter on 24th November 1981 and was sentenced to between 10 and 20 years in prison. He was released in 1986 having only served five years of his sentence.

Even though demonic possession was not actually allowed as a legitimate defence in the trial, the case became colloquially known as “the Devil made me do it case” – hence the subtitle of this film.

Where are the Glatzels and Johnson now?

Johnson married Debbie Glatzel while he was in prison. He also got his high school diploma while inside. The pair went on to have two children.

Lorraine Warren went on to write the book The Devil in Connecticut with Gerald Brittle detailing the case, and they shared the profits from the sales with the Glatzel family. David’s brother Carl Glatzel did speak out against the book when it was republished in 2006 saying it was a “complete lie” and that “the Warrens concocted a phoney story about demons in an attempt to get rich and famous at our expense.”

Carl claimed the Warrens told the family they’d be millionaires – it was later confirmed they were paid $2,000. Carl also says David was suffering with his mental health at the time, but he recovered. In 2007, David and Carl filed a lawsuit against Brittle and the Warrens for unspecified financial damages. They sued the authors and publishers for violating their privacy, libel and “intentional infliction of emotional distress.”

Brittle claims his book is based on fact and he interviewed the Glatzel family for more than 100 hours, which he has video of. Lorraine Warren also said the six priests who performed exorcisms on Glatzel agreed that he was possessed.

Debbie Glatzel and Arne Johnson have always backed the account of the possession, but David’s father denies his son was possessed.

How the movie tackles such a complicated case and how closely they stick to the real life events remains to be seen.

The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It is released in cinemas on 4th June, 2021 on HBO Max and 28th May in the UK.

[jaysbestie]

ahshshdhsh this is my first time using the ask function in this app and i might as well take this as an opportunity. can you please write about jakey being a hopeless romantic (kinda like f2l thing) wherein they're also classmates and y/n is oblivious af? it would be very much appreciated, thank you~

hi this is a vERY late, I don't know if this is similarto what you wanted, I'm so sorry, but I hope you like it!!

Hoops and Love Letters

pairing ; f2l! basketball player! jake x gn reader

genre ; fluff

warnings ; food

summary ; jake, your best friend since you were children has started making your heart beat fast, little do you know, his is beating just as fast...

"yo jake!"

you were sitting on one of the park's benches with your best friend while eating strawberry flavored ice cream he got for you, when you heard someone call your best friend's name.

"jake!"

it was louder this time, meaning the person calling him was coming closer. Suddenly one of jake's friends, sunghoon, came into view trying to catch his breath while he sat down on the bench between you.

well now that was awkward.

he looked between you two, clueless to the situation you were in and asked,

"did I interrupt anything?"

he asked and to that question, your cheeks reddened as you turned to look at jake, noticing how his cheeks were also light crimson as he opened his mouth to answer his friend's question

"n-no you sure didn't" jake stammered. but jake never stammers?? and you just stood there, a little sad that jake answered sunghoon's question negatively and you just stood there, taken aback by jake's answer and by his stammering.

"it doesn't seem like it tho, anyways, heesung needs you in practice, jay was late and he almost got yelled at" sunghoon started talking without getting a breath, almost as if he was rapping.

you searched jake's face for a reaction and he didn't even look surprised by ths situation going on at the school's gym.

"well, y/n, I'll have to go, sadly, however, ill try to return you your book on saturday on our picnic!" he told you while he got his school bag, from the bench you sat on every day after school, and started walking behind sunghoon to the gym.

"I'll be waiting for my book!" you yelled and screamed, happy that he remembered the poetry book he borrowed from you, two weeks ago. you see, your and jake's bond was something unbreakable, being friends and classmates from a very young age and being lucky enough to be able to continue this friendship till now. you started packing your bag and put the cup from the ice cream in the park's trashcan while going to your house. there really wasn't anyone at home however you prepared your table fully and made yourself lunch. you sat down trying to find a boring enough movie so that you'll be motivated to stop watching it and study or catch a nap.

————————♡timeskip♡———————

it was now 7pm on a friday afternoon and you were currently doing your homework so that you didn't have to do them during the weekend, when your computer started alarming you that there was an incoming skype call by jake. it made you instantly smile and you answered his call watching his face brighten once he saw you had picked up.

"hey"

"hi"

"are you doing homework on a friday night?" he asked, while he looked at me as if I was a weird creature.

"yeah, I don't understand your opposition on me doing my homework on a friday night" you said, the fake offended look on your face made jake laugh and that moment it was like you heard an angel laugh.

"have you prepared anything for our picnic tomorrow?"

oh shIT

you panicked

"I swear to god, y/n y/l/n, did you forget about one of the most important days of the month?" it was his turn to act offended now taking a dramatic pose acting as if he was crying.

you were about to start crying because, hoW. COULD. YOU. FORGET. YOUR PICNIC?!?!

"oH HELL NOH, how could I forget our picnic?!" you stated nervously hoping that he didn't notice the panic on your face when he mentioned the picnic.

"great, I was hoping you remembered about it because, well,,, tomorrow's picnic will be extra special, than just a day on the calendar" he said, he seemed nervous and by his sentence you became nervous too, hoping that something joyful will be behind this "extra special picnic"

"YO Y/N YOU THERE?" he yelled and then proceeded to slap his laptop's screen, just to make sure his computer wasn't the problematical one.

"yeah sorry, my laptop started glitching, see you tomorrow at the park!" you yelled at him and ended the call in a hurry.

you sat up from your desk's chair and walked in front of your mirror

"I now have to go down and prepare for tomorrow's picnic" you said to try and convince yourself to go down and prepare however your plan was interrupted when your phone rang, the name of your other best friend lighting up the screen.

"YANG JUNGWON YOU LITTLE MONSTER" you screamed as you picked up the phone.

" yo y/n what is your proBLEM?!"

"YOU OBVIOUSLY"

"what did I do this time bestie, explain to me please"

"well I was about to go prepare for my monthly picnic with jake but you decided that it was a good idea to call me".

"oooh, jake, the guy that likes you but doesn't know how to tell you"

"plEASE, he doesn't like me, we've been friends for a couple years and he sees me as a good friend"

"ok but like, since yOU like him, why don't you speak to him about it?"

at this point you are heading to the kitchen in order to get ready for tomorrow, since hanging up on jungwon wouldn't happen soon.

"if I tell him I might ruin our friendship, won"

"he likes you too tho, even sunghoon noticed!"

"since when do you hang out with sunghoon?"

"since you were too busy going on dates with jake"

"please, we had study meetings"

"yeah call it whatever you want love"

you tried to respond to jungwon but nothing came out of your mouth so jungwon continued,

"anyways, I'm hanging up so you can prepare for your picnic, by the way, wear those brown corduroy pants I got you for your birthday!!"

"yeah fine, I'll make sure to fill you in on what happened won, good night!"

"night y/n!"

with that you went to prepare some quick snacks for tomorrow and also got some of your favorite jellies from a seven eleven nearby, all because they were also jake's favorite jellies.

———————♡timeskip #2♡———————

you woke up by the sudden sound of your alarm, you didn't even remember setting an alarm but you find have time to worry about stuff like this as you wanted to get up and get ready quickly for the picnic.

your phone rang and jake's number lit up your phone's screen.

"yo jake, bro, homie, fella, how you doin" that was the weirdest thing you've ever, like eVER, said in your life.

"Y/N Y/L/N ARE YOU DRUNK THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING?!"

"of course no jakey, it's 11:29 am, the picnic is in two hours "

" uh uh uh- special picnic" jake emphasized special once again.

" oh well, guess I'll take more time to get ready since its spEcial" you said, mimicking the way he said special.

" I swear to our friendship, y/n, if you're not ready by the time I come to pick you up, consider yourself not my friend" he said sarcastically, adding a laugh at the middle of his sentence.

"oh well, it's your lucky day because I have just started getting ready!" you lied, you walked to your dresser and started searching for that one pair of brown corduroy pants jungwon suggested you wear.

"I'm hanging up jake, gotta go get ready, see you at 1 outside my house!" you hung up without giving him a chance to reply.

bingo

you finally found the pants, searching for a shirt now. you found a white blouse you had got last Halloween for a pirate costume but never wore it. It didn't look like a costume shirt anyway, you shrugged and got into the bathroom to take a shower and get ready afterwards.

You were done with your shower now, the time was 12 pm and you had an hour left before jake got to your place to pick you up.

You put on your clothes and matched a pearl necklace (which was, indeed, a gift by jake) with your outfit, you opted for some classic black converse high tops as for the shoe choice, and with that, your outfit was complete.

You headed downstairs to prepare your basket, full with snacks and fizzy drinks, also getting a light blanket with you, just in case.

You heard a car honk from outside and checked the time, it was 12 : 40, twenty minutes before jake should be here to pick you up. The same honking sound was heard again and you headed to the door to see if it was jake by any chance. It was jake indeed, you got your basket, your keys, sprayed some perfume on and left the house, not forgetting to lock the door behind you.

"well hello there, y/n"

you were ready to tell general kenobi literally at his face, the pun must've been intended as you had a star wars movie marathon some days ago.

"hello to you too, jakey"

You both got in the car and jake turned the music up, a song unknown to you playing on the radio. Jake seemed different today, he seemed nervous, something unusual to him.

"is everything okay jake?"

"yeah why?" he responded while he let out a small laugh.

"oh, nothing!"

The drive went by quickly, however jake had taken you to a place you thought you'd never see again, it was the place where you and jake had first met. A park filled with bushes and sunflowers, huge trees and benches along with wooden tables. You were on the verge of tears, left speechless, you opened the car's door, taking your basket and started running around the park laughing loudly. You were feeling truly happy.

Jake was watching from inside the car, deciding to open his door too, taking his own basket, locking the car and started running towards you.

After running around for some good minutes, you sat on bench and left your baskets on a wooden table, starting to set your food in order for your picnic to start.

You had started eating your second sandwich when jake interrupted you, making you put your sandwich down and turning your attention to him.

"yo y/n, do you remember those love letters you kept on receiving last year?"

"of course I do! I've been searching till this day! but what does that have to with our special picnic?"

"well, I'm the one who sent those letters" jake said, lowering his head and starting to fiddle with his hands.

"well, that was a good one!" you started laughing. Noticing the situation jake was in right now, it only meant one thing, "WAit, you're not joking?"

"not really" he said giggling sadly, lifting his stare and watching into your eyes. You extended your arms and reached out to hug him.

"why didn't you tell me?"

"wait, you really didn't know I liked you? The boys kept on telling that my crush on you was too obvious!" he said, looking annoyed by his friends that moment.

"I mean, you did throw a basket ball at me once that had, "let me take you out" all over it but I didn't think you meant thAT TAKING OUT" you said, laughing at the old memory you had remembered.

well, y/n, would you officially allow me to take you out?" he asked, a glowing happy slice on his face when he noticed your emotionless face, "on A DATE, I mean, not with a basket ball!" he added. With that, you burst into laughter and looked at him, showing him your brightest smile.

"of course I'll let you take me out, on a date, jake"

[sugawaraisforthelesbians]

haikyuu characters when the karasuno manager asks them to dye their hair pink with them

Basically, you're one of the 3 karasuno managers and you're in camp with nekoma, fukurodani and karasuno (obv) and you ask some of the characters to dye their hair with you. 💕

ft: nishinoya, bokuto & kenma

nishinoya

-the team was having a break from all their matches and you were handing noya some water when you suddenly had the Best Idea

-"hey noya"

-"mm?"

-"lets dye our hair pink"

-his eyes went big and started to literally ✨Sparkle✨

-"HELL YEAH"

-"WE CAN MATCH!!"

-"WE CAN MATCH!!!!!!!"

-you were both so excited and chaotic everyone started looking at you two like "???" and you both put your hands in each others mouths to shut the other down

-"shhhh. tonight, i'll find you at 11 pm"

-"got it"

-and you went your separate ways as if nothing had happened

-the next day everyone was like "what"

-"just how did you dye your hair Here" daichi was about to kill you two

-"mm? i've no idea what your talking about" you shrugged

-"y/n your hair is literally pink"

-"no??? it's brown" nishinoya joined the conversation and you smiled at him

-"anyways lets go to practice !!!!!"

-daichi will never leave you two alone since that day

bokuto

-you were so excited to go to camp for the first time, just thinking about all the cool people you could meet was So Amazing

-you literally had to warn the team that you would probably talk to everyone in there and that they should not be so overprotective (tanaka and nishinoya im looking at you two)

-"i swear i am Not replacing you guys i just like meeting new people"

-"noya pls dont cry"

-so it had been A Week

-And you'd gotten really close with some of the fukurodani students. Especially the ace-captain.

-He was too sweet, you couldnt resist

-Also he even let you play with his hair!!!! you braided his hair and did some pig tails that looked a d o r a b l e

-Which gave you a great idea

-"Bokuto. pssst. Bokuto, come here" you called with an evil grin

-he looks at you like 👁👁 "whats up"

-"i have pink dye and-"

-"OMG YOURE GONNA DYE YOUR-" you literally had to shut him up with your hands

-"We. We are gonna dye our hair pink. if you want" you whisper, gently removing your hand from his mouth. He nodded his head enthusiatically

-Let me tell you his smile was the most beautiful thing you'd seen in all your life. He's literally so precious.

-"Come find me in the bathrooms at 11 pm, i'll have everything ready"

-"Hell yeah, i'll be there and no one will ever realize i was gone"

-It was finally time and you were in the girl's bathrooms getting everything ready (no way you were going to the men's restrooms they're disgusting)

-And so the mess began

-Half the sinks were full on pink but thank god you two managed to clean it all before it stuck

-Next morning was chaos

-"Bokuto-san, what did you do" akaashi looked so tired man

-"DUDE YOU LEFT ME OUT OF THIS???" Kuroo was heartbroken

-"IT WAS THEIR IDEA NOT MINE BRO IM SORRY"

-"Aren't you supposed to be responsable? you're the manager"

-"Shut up Tsukishima, you're just mad because your hair doesnt look as cool as ours"

-Akaashi started sleeping with an eye open so he could make sure Bokuto wouldn't sneak out on him Ever Again.

kenma

-you bonded over videogames and being friends with hinata

-also you are kind of similar to the tangerine so of course he likes you a little

-he will never admit it tho

-but the boy is still kenma

-so when you aproach hin with the idea his inmediate respone is a flat out "no"

-"Come onnnn it'll be fun" you were practically begging at this point

-"think of how much this will piss off kuroo"

-"so what color are we gonna use"

-even you were shocked at how quickly he changed his mind

-"um pink. its the best color !!" he nodded

-"is it okay at 2 am???" he didnt even look at you he was just looking at his switch

-"uh i think 12 am or even 11 pm is fine" he nodded in understanding, and you both continued doing whatever you needed to do.

-this was the least chaotic one cause our boy Knows how to apply the dye on your hair and the bathroom doesnt end up a total mess

-you took a bunch of selfies while having the dye on and it was the cutest thing ever

-"omg kenma you look so pretty 🥺🥺🥺"

-"uh thanks i guess" ALSKKSKS

-the next morning???? chaos

-"KENMA WHAT THE F-"

-"KUROO THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE" you yelled while covering hinata's ears

-Bokuto screamed

-"AKAASHIIII LETS DO THAT TOO"

-"I dont think its a good idea, Bokuto-san"

-After yelling at kenma for "not being responsible at camp" he scolded you for leaving him out

-"i told you he'd be mad" you giggled at kenma

-"i have to admit it was a pretty good idea. Let's do it every camp"

-"OMG YESSSS"

[hcneymilkks]

NCT Jeno ‘Next Door’

requested by the lovely @jaeminsoftgf ! thanks for requesting Summer and I hope it lives to your expectations! 

Request your own oneshot here!

prompt numbers:

2. SWEATER PAWS AND CUDDLES. “if you don’t grab me a blanket I’m breaking up with you.” “I’m watching Barbie Nutcracker.”

16. Neighbour au in which one gets drunk on mulled wine and ends up knocking at the other’s door, drunkenly trying to seduce the other and - instead - passing out in their living room

Pairing: Jeno x Reader

Genre: Fluff/slight crack 

Word count: 1.5k 

MASTERLIST

So,,,,,, you come home earlier than expected for the holidays and notice that the neighbours beside you have moved out

They lived beside you ever since you were a kid and you were sad because they were an elderly couple who were so sweet

So ofc you get sad and all

BUT

The new neighbour comes rolling in and WTF

He's handsome.....like hella handsome

Meet Jeno. Second-year University student studying medicine

He comes popping to your door to introduce himself and that's when you knew

Uh oh

Fuck no,,,, heart pls skip the love at first sight ahhhhhh

So naturally, you would do what any ordinary person would do, you introduce yourself back and ask if he wants to come in to hang or something

But yet, you're not ordinary and instead slam the door in his face and run up the stairs

"Y/F/N I swear he's hella hot....and I just did a dumb thing."

Mr. Jeno on the other hand,,,, just couldn't get you off of his mind

Like he thought when you get into University, crushes are non-existent

NOPE

Moving into this new neighbourhood made him realize something, he wanted to be friends with you.

 ....maybe even more.

 A few days into break and you're helping your parents decorate.

All I want for Christmas is blasting in your room and you couldn't help but belt out to the song and bust out your "best" dance moves

When I put it in quotation marks I mean like just fist-pumping many times into the air and doing the dab or something

You don't even notice but Jeno is just staring at you like "wtf are you doing woman?" but at the same time, he's enjoying it because he's never seen you like this before

Like come on you barely leave the house anyways

And like once the song finishes you look at your window and SEE THAT THE CURTAINS WERE DRAWN AND YOU REALIZE THAT JENO SAW THE WHOLE THING AND HE STARTED TO CLAP AND LAUGH (even though you couldn't hear it)

You scream and try to close the curtains but Jeno puts up a piece of paper

"you were AMAZING."

You tilt your head and then reach to grab some papers and markers and craft a response of your own

"BRO I AM SO SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE THAT JSJSJSS"

More scribbling, more showing paper.

"LMAO IT'S FINE I GENUINELY ENJOYED IT."

Then you realize that you both are like recreating that one Taylor Swift music video by writing messages and showing each other INSTEAD OF JUST OPENING THE DAMN WINDOW AND TALKING

But its okay because you both get closer for some reason

Even though your hand hurts

And as you scribble down another response, Jeno beats you to it.

"WANNA COME TO THE NIGHT MARKET WITH ME?"

That my friends is how you went on a "date" to the night market

^^ I say date like that because you both don't know it's a date....but it kinda is

Food everywhere, some snow falling, a huge Christmas tree in the center

You both manage to do some Christmas shopping and regret not bringing a bigger bag.

"Jeno help I'm dying."

"okay um....wait,,,, what's your name?"

Smooth Jeno smooth.

But like how else was he supposed to get your name?

"it's Y/N. Now help me."

By the end of the night, your stomachs were filled, and your minds were filled with more ideas of what to do together.

NOT TO MENTION SOME PICTURES THAT YOU SECRETLY TOOK OF HIM

AND LIKE DAMNNNNN HIS SIDE PROFILE SEXY

You both finally got each other's numbers

Contact names:

 Jennifer/Jen NOOOOO LMAO IMAGINE JENNIFER IM CRYING

Y/N/The LOML/DabDab Y/N

Getting closer to Christmas and you both have late night convos and send each other memes

It's like WOOJIN God had sent you a sign like "bitch hello this is the boy for you now take him."

Conversations would be like:

Jen NOOOOOO: Y/N, Y/N, FOR FRICK SAKES Y/N

You: OI YOU ASPARAGUS WHAT DO YOU WANT I'M TRYNA SLEEP

Jen NOOOOOO: WHO U CALLING AN ASPARAGUS?! THAT VEGETABLE IS A STICK AND DO I LOOK LIKE A MF STICK!?!

You: UM......

Jen NOOOOOO: ANYWAYS wanna make snow angles?

Jen NOOOOOO: Angles*

Jen NOOOOOO: Angles*

Jen NOOOOOO: A N G L E S*

Jen NOOOOOO: OHMYGOD ANGLES*

Jen NOOOOOO: SJSJSJSJ NVM

Now we getting to the good tea oof

So it's December 23rd, two days before Christmas

You decide to stay at home cuddled up in a blanket having a movie marathon

And then the doorbell rings and there's knocking

You pause the movie, keep the blanket on like a cape and then open the door

The cold air hits your face before you could see who was there

·It's none other than Jeno

"Um hi?"

"Y/N! MY LOVE! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! HOW I MISSED YOU!" he funnily walks in and spins around in your living room.

At first,,,, you don't understand...like why is Jeno at your house at 11 pm at night?

Then your phone dings like 10 times

Jen NOOOOOO: IS THIS A Y/N?

You: UM WHO ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU HAVE JENO'S PHONE?!

Jen NOOOOOO: I'M ONE OF HIS FRIENDS YOU DUMB DUMB AND IM HERE TO WARN YOU THAT JENO JUST LEFT HIS HOUSE TO COME TO YOURS....I THINK HE WANTS TO TRY AND KISS YOU OR CONFESS TO YOU IDK

You: WHO TF U CALLIN DUMB DUMB AND WHY DID YOU LET HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE?

Jen NOOOOO: let's just say he got too drunk and elbowed Haechan in the face while he was restraining him

You couldn't even finish answering when Jeno back hugged you, his breath tingling the back of your neck

You stiffened at the sudden contact and you felt butterflies in your stomach

Oh no

OH NO

"Y/N....let's cuddleeeeee"

Jeno drags you to the couch and awkwardly tries to cuddle you which resulted in him giving up and just standing back up.

"Y/N look at meeeee."

Dammit he's a pouty baby.

He squishes his cheeks and tries to wink and does so many things at once like damn boy calm down.

"Y/N,,, are you a Christmas light? Because you light up my world.

"Y/N,,,, you're the gingerbread to my house."

Jeno stumbles walking closer to you "Hey Y/N,,,, you're sexy, come-" and instead passes out on the couch awkwardly.

You didn't know what to do. But Jeno's snoring made you snap out of your daze and took a photo.

You: WHOEVER HAS JENO'S PHONE PICK HIM UP LMAO HE DIED

Jen NOOOOO: HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA......nah

You: WTF

So that's how for the rest of the night you got stuck with a passed out Jeno and cringing at what he kept saying.

There's no way he was into you? Right?

HELL NAH YOU ARE SO WRONG

December 24th, the next day.

Jeno groans and somehow has the hugest hangover.....and realizes he's not in his house.

He turns his head way too fast to see you coming to him with water, some pills and breakfast.

It's like five seconds and the food is already gone...like sir slow down

Jeno feels much better and it's an awkward silence

"um...I'm gonna head out-" "Um...why did you come here yesterday so out of the blue?"

Cue Jeno blushing and stuttering and trying to figure out what to say.

"I uh.....well my friends and I were playing truth or dare and if we didn't want to answer the question we had to drink some wine. Let's just say I didn't answer any questions and I guess my um...heart led me here?"

Awkward silence.

"Oh...wow um I'm flattered? I mean I just didn't expect it....but I also didn't mind it you know?"

So that's how you both just indirectly confessed to each other.

You two didn't waste time putting the labels of boyfriend and girlfriend. Him grabbing a few clothes from next door because he said he didn't wanna be alone on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

"And what better way than to spend it with my lovely girlfriend?"

"Lee Jeno if you don't get me a blanket from upstairs I'm breaking up with you."

So what did he do? HE BROUGHT A BLANKET FROM HIS HOUSE LMAOOOO

Also some of his hoodies because of your late-night call confessions.

You: "I want a boyfriend."

Jeno: "excuse me am I not enough for you?"

You: "Jeno." *laughing* "you know what I mean...like I want a real boyfriend. One that I can cuddle all day with and fully call mine...NOT TO MENTION THE FREE CLOTHES LIKE HELL YEAH I WANT THEM FREE HOODIES FROM THE BOY."

When Jeno throws the hoodie and blanket at you, you're confused because you never owned this type of blanket...UNTIL YOU REALIZED THAT THIS IS HIS BLANKET THAT HE SLEEPS WITH.

Yeah you both literally, just call, text and facetime even though you are just one door away from each other.

But who has time to walk LMAo

Okay we getting off track so like back to the present day

So you put on Jeno's hoodie and damn does it smell good.

He notices that you have sweater paws and he just goes all soft and wants cuddles.

"Oh yeah, what are you watching?" he asks as you press the play button.

"I'm watching Barbie Nutcracker."

 For the rest of Christmas Eve you both cuddle under the blanket while watching Christmas themed movies.

And damn you think this might be the best Christmas ever.

[shippeh]

ok here it is!! the full angst thing!!!

Bakugou had always had nightmares. As a child, they were less frequent, but now, in the aftermath of what was known as the Kamino Incident, they happen almost on the daily. But he’s fine. He fails to jump in time in some dreams, but he’s fine. He slips out of Kirishima’s grip in some dreams, but he’s fine. He dies in some dreams, but he’s fine. He can handle it on his own. That’s what he tells himself every time he woke up in a cold sweat. What he tells himself every night his body refuses to let him go to sleep. What he tries to tell himself as he knocks on Kirishima’s door one Thursday night.

Kirishima answers the door almost immediately, clearly not quite asleep either. His hair’s a mess. It falls over his eyes, some strands in his mouth that he spits out awkwardly. He blinks a few times, staring at Bakugou under a lens of almost-sleep.

“Bakugou?” Kirishima asks, his words slow and warm. “Wha’s goin’ on?” Bakugou sighs, his heartbeat unexplainably picking up as he tries to form a coherent response.

“I’m sleeping in here tonight,” he offers, trying to keep his eyes open. Bakugou’s never been one to beat around the bush, doesn’t say stuff he doesn’t mean, and Kirishima knows this as much as any person. So, at 11 pm on a Thursday night, Kirishima doesn’t ask why, and lets Bakugou sleep in his bed.

It’s a bit awkward at first, but they work it out. Bakugou sleeps nearest to the wall, Kirishima beside him.

They face away from each other and try to put as much distance between themselves as possible. Bakugou refuses to thank Kirishima as he attempts to fall asleep under the covers that don’t smell like him. This isn’t weird, he thinks. Is this weird? Does Kirishima think this is weird? He’s clearly overthinking. This is just something friends do. Kirishima’s just being a good bro. That’s all.

A considerable amount of time later, Bakugou finds himself standing in the middle of a field. It’s cold, and the sky is a warning shade of cloudy yellow. Wind whips around his shoulders, brushing the stalks of wheat around him. Suddenly, there’s a shadowed figure standing in front of him. Bakugou steps closer, and it’s Kirishima, his hand extended. Bakugou takes it, as he has in many dreams before, although not quite like this.

But there’s something wrong. This isn’t Kirishima. The hand he’s holding turns into two. Then two turns to three, and so on until Bakugou is holding one hand of many of the villain who captured him all those weeks ago. Bakugou tries to run, but it’s no use. His feet are anchored to the ground, and his mouth is dry. He can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t-

Bakugou wakes up seconds later, warmth around his waist, under covers that don’t smell like him. His heart pounds and his head aches, and he wants to puke. He’s not sure where he is, but there’s a very familiar voice talking to him under the sound of his heavy breathing. Bakugou turns his head to the side, and it’s Kirishima. It has to be Kirishima.

“Shhhh,” his voice soothes, “it’s gonna be alright. You’re gonna be okay, alright? I’m here. Don’t worry. Okay?” Bakugou inhales Kirishima’s comforting smell and attempts to fight back the tears that trickle from his eyes. Internally, he thinks he should be yelling at Kirishima, scolding him for trying to make him feel weak. But another part of him wants to stay here, to let Kirishima comfort him and make him feel better. And that’s the part that wins.

So Bakugou finds himself putting his own arms around Kirishima, holding him without really thinking about it. He lets himself cry a little. He lets Kirishima whisper sweet nothings into his ear until he’s calmed down. He lets himself be a little bit weak.

A few minutes later, when Bakugou relaxes his death grip on Kirishima’s waist, Kirishima begins to sing. It’s soft, under his breath, but Bakugou hears every word.

You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You’ll never know, dear How much I love you Please don’t take my sunshine away

When Kirishima’s done, Bakugou doesn’t want it to end. “Sing that again,” he whispers, voice slightly hoarse from crying. Kirishima adjusts his hold on Bakugou, clearly taken aback a little by the request, and sings the song again.

-

It’s been almost three years since Bakugou started sharing a bed with Kirishima. Sometimes they spend nights in his own room, but most of the time they’ll sleep in Kirishima’s. Bakugou still has the nightmares, but since he’s slept with Kirishima, they’ve gone away for the most part. It’s been almost three years they’ve shared with each other, with their classmates, with their friends. But that all has to come to an end.

Bakugou walks into Kirishima’s room the night before they graduate. He’s clearly not himself, and Kirishima notices. Bakugou sits on the bed and rests his head on Kirishima’s shoulder, then takes a deep breath.

“Is everything alright, Katsuki?” Kirishima asks gently. He brings Bakugou a bit closer and wraps his arm around his shoulders.

Bakugou exhales sharply. “No,” he admits, feeling vague pressure build behind his eyes. He won’t start crying. He won’t.

“Hey.” Kirishima presses a gentle kiss to the crown of Bakugou’s head. “We’re gonna be okay. We’re living together, remember?”

“‘M not an idiot,” Bakugou responds, annoyed. Of course he remembers. They went and looked at their apartment for the fifteenth time this week yesterday. “Just. A lot of things are changing. That’s all.”

“Hey, hey, hey, Kat, I know you want us to start off at the same agency and everything, but maybe it’s better this way.” Kirishima’s words have a comforting lilt to them, one that always calms Bakugou down. “The world’s just not ready for both of us yet. At the same time, anyway.”

Bakugou nods, then sits up and puts his arms around Kirishima, finally giving in to the emotions. “I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he says through his tears. “I don’t want you to get hurt and I can’t do anything about it.”

“Yeah,” Kirishima admits, “I don’t want that either. But we’re gonna be okay, Katsuki, you’ll-“

“Stop saying it’ll be okay and sing.” Bakugou’s words aren’t laced with anger this time. They’re raw and wanting and vulnerable, and Kirishima complies, hugging Bakugou back as he starts to sing.

You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You’ll never know, dear How much I love you Please don’t take my sunshine away

Kirishima sings to Bakugou until he falls asleep, under covers that smell like him, and gives in to a dreamless rest, content.

-

One year later and Bakugou gets a call. He’s not on patrol this morning, but he has an evening shift after Pinky, who he’s reluctantly agreed to cover for. Bakugou answers his phone with his signature annoyance, his tone screaming “I don’t have time for this”.

“What do you want,” he groans.

“Is this Ground Zero?” the caller answers professionally. Bakugou rolls his eyes. He’s probably been signed up for another junk mail subscription again.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“It’s Red Riot, sir. He was injured on patrol and he’s in the hospital. He’s asked to see you.” Bakugou’s heart races, and it takes a will of steel not to blow up his phone out of nervousness.

“Tell him I’ll be right there,” he answers, and hangs up the phone while dashing out the door. The train ride there takes too long. He struggles to calm his nerves the whole way, from his apartment to the train to Kirishima’s room, where he’s promptly instructed to keep it down.

Kirishima doesn’t look very well. His face is paling, hair drooping slightly out of its spiked demeanor. On his left side is a gash about the size of Bakugou’s forearm. Bakugou realizes right away what’s going to happen. He rushes to Kirishima’s side, heart pounding.

“Kat,” Kirishima whispers, almost inaudible over the beeping of the heart monitor. “You came.”

“Of course I came, Eijirou, are you stupid?” Bakugou spits. He quickly realizes his mistake and starts over. “You’re gonna be alright. Okay? It’s gonna be-“

“Katsuki.” Kirishima’s smile is fading quickly. “I’m going to miss you.”

“Don’t you dare be like that, you’re going to live, I-“

“There’s nothing they can do.”

The words sink in quickly, and Bakugou’s eyes well with tears. “I love you, Eijirou,” he gets out, and takes Kirishima’s paling hand.

“Kat?”

“Yeah?”

Kirishima’s breath gets shallower. “Sing.”

Bakugou summons every last bit of courage he has in him, and takes a deep breath.

You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You’ll never know, dear How much I love you

Kirishima’s breath slows to a stop, and the heart monitor flatlines.

Please don’t take my sunshine away

[byebyechloe]

So I’ve been contemplating writing this for awhile...

about.... let’s see, I need to do the math.

we broke up January 15th.

Then we talked until, what would you say? the third Monday of February?

Yes, February 18th. I remember that night well. It shook me to the core, that's when our break up... really began to be our break. up. 

but then let me throw this at you. this low low low LOW number.

18 days. (That’s how many days you had me blocked. I’m assuming... if not less. I accidentally came up on that realization one day. So who knows.)

I took the ballsy choice of adding you back on snap, being subtle. you added me back the same night, and thats when it all began again. 

well... kinda, took us until, when? probably like 2 Fridays later? I slid into your texts to tell you about a artist I liked and thought you’d vibe too. Ironically, you already fucked with him too. 

Then that next weekend I gave you the entire snapchat tour of the 2nd Ben Rector concert we didn't attend together, but this one we had planned too...

and then I think... the next Friday is when I took a huge risk on my mental health and dropped sam off at Julies and off I was! back to the place in the middle of the damn trees, just to spend a night with you again, that I thought would just be a random hook up, and then we’d just let it all go again. but no.

I left that bed with plans to be back the next weekend, and then plans to hangout when you moved home for the “short” time you had planned before “moving away back east”, that ended up being an entire summer, and you ended up being A LOT closer than you planned when you did finally move away again in October. But this moving away didn’t happen of course, until after another big “I'm sick of you!” argument from us both (after an ironically, perfect Saturday with you. I still think about that night. so cute and romantic in the weirdest, not romantic way.) and then we talked on and off for another time. this was a little longer than 18 days, but wasn’t longer than 3 weeks. And you were back around, and I was stronger alone, but so was my strong belief in the damn signs I've been getting the last fucking YEAR of us doing this ~thing~ of ours from the big guy up there (imagine me pointing, yanno me, i’m an awkward bitch who points, bet you can imagine my torn up nails too. you always remind me to stop biting them. thanks for that.)

Oh.. yeah, hey, happy 1 year of crossing paths (again, if you count the years we didn’t really /know/ each other, but were in the same friend circle... somehow. idk.) and taking away my right to say “i’ve never fallen inlove like for real for real!” (my words, not society’s.) 

But yeah, when I sit here and type, I realize I won’t get as much out as I will whenever you give me the chance to say it all out loud (if you could be /so/ kind), but let me get to my favorite part of the last 365 days.

I’ll start with the fact that... that night.... I almost cancelled on you 3 fucking times. This was before I caught on to God’s lessons that he embedded in our encounter and friendship. Now I see this was his small beginning and it was with the fact that we both come from two different lives and backgrounds, that being symbolized by the fact that I usually eat dinner at like... 5 pm. and you are a more 7 pm guy. By 6:30 I was not only hangry, but beginning to let my anxiety and trust issues from my past start to creep in. “He is really gonna pull this? after 3 weeks of us talking? AND its the day before my birthday? how rude.” I thought. I even told my friends twice I wanted to drop the date, and they both said to do what made me happy. But yanno what I did that I never do? especially in that season of life I was in? (this was “fuck guys, none of them deserve me anyway) phase, by the way. I’m still in it, but you’re an exception.)

I just said... “no. I’ll give him 10 more minutes”.... three times. But yanno what?

It was the best decision I ever fucking made in my ENTIRE life. (other than that one time we... yanno... had sex for (my) the first time (ours together). Sorry but I mean you saw this coming right?) 

You kept me talking and laughing from the moment I walked out of my front door that night... all the way until, well, that night we broke up in January. Yet, I think you still made me giggle a few times before we finally hung the 3 hour phone call up. 

OH! Our first date was November 15th, 2018. Crazy... we broke up literally... 2 months after our first date. That’s super weird. This isn’t the first time that dates have aligned like that in my life. It’s whatever, ANYWAY. 

Back to the story! So. Yeah. Best night of my life. seriously. Going out with you that night was the best decision I ever made. It was so fun and sweet and carefree and I was so happy. 

Bro-- you make me /SO/ fucking happy.

 Even after all the shit we’ve gone through, I’d still pick you over any guy on this damn planet, and that says a lot about me considering you’re very deep into your “bachelor szn” of life right now. Which I’m happy af for you for, that is a sick time of life, and you deserve to live it. I just appreciate you keeping me around for the nights you want someone to hold and kiss and watch movies with. (the dinner was an added bonus, and very sexy. so keep it up for me pls. I promise I will reciprocate my thanks.)

But anyway. The 1st date, it was the night I think God sealed the deal of the whole “you’re gonna fall inlove with this guy when y'all kiss” thing. I never really believed in that shit, partly bc I hated hallmark movies and hated the entire feeling of love after what I thought I knew from my last big relationship before you, but I was so wrong.

I still think about our first kiss a lot, and I hate to admit that because I am not that OOZY with love and emotions. But I do. And I never realized that was the night I fell in love with you, I realized that the last night you and I stayed at Julie and Camden’s... yanno before you met some new girl and started seeing her like 3-4 nights a week? yeah same. I wasn’t a complete mess though, I worked on school and fell in love with the art of teaching, so that was cool. But yeah. That night. You and I literally had so many nights like it this summer, but, yet, THAT night is when I was trying to fall asleep and the memory of our first date was like “yo what up bitch time to relive this day again.”

and I did. and it was amazing. and then when it got to that kissing part (Sam was so annoyed by us, I think. I don’t really remember. it was THAT good of a kiss my dude.) I really realized that is when I began to believe in the fact that a man could possibly love me, or care for me, or just like me again. I was so happy. 

I have learned so many lessons from this whole 365 days (and counting) experience. Let me explain.

- be patient. (THIS was the biggest and hardest one, and its ongoing. I want to say I’m doing better.) I've had to really stop myself from getting upset and remind myself, “God wouldn’t keep him around in my life like this if he didn’t have a reason too.” He’d give me all the signs to leave. I’m not too blind to look at both sides, I just see more promise in the good side than to be dramatic and listen to the bad side. I see dedication and hard work on the good side. 

- be trusting. (Now I know you get me when I say, trust issues take up your whole damn life. Maybe not as much anymore because we both are/have gone through the stage of life where you learn “people only take as much as you give. So give a little at a time.” which is what your doing now, and is what I learned to start doing... then I met you and ended up dumping all my trust into you. but not in the way you may think, it has taken this entire year for me too. so you’re welcome). I have really started seeing how much I trust you, and how much you deserve it. But I won’t lie and say there aren’t times you don’t deserve me, and I KNOW that. But I refrain from screaming it at you, because.... what is that going to help at this point? The time isn’t here yet, if it ever comes, but if it does, you’ll know I’ve waited to say it, followed up with the whole hearted reason I never let it be why I gave up, because I never will give up on you.*

* When you and I started dating (11...24...18.... yeah. you get why I put it in numbers, right?) You told me in text that night to not give up on you, because you’re still young and still learning. I said I understood and wouldn’t, because you made me (and still do) the happiest girl on this earth. no cap, boo. You also said it and say it almost every time you are drunk and next to me in bed. “Don’t give up on me baby. please.” and my most favorite time, which was Christmas, “Don’t give up on me baby and I swear, I’m going to make our life together so damn great.” and yanno? I still believe it. and Always will. (scouts honor, boo.)

- Be understanding. (This one is gonna get deep.) So, I know, most movies will show you a girl who is a friend of the girl in love, or the guy who is the best best friend of the guy who is also in love tell one of the two that they need to just man up and say how they feel to the other one, even if that other one doesn’t want to believe it. Or better yet, tell the person THEY don't see how inlove they are with a person. Now I won’t sit here and act like I haven’t wished I could come across you with the desire in my heart to just tell you “don’t you see how fucking perfect we are for eachother?” because thats not realistic. That would of pushed me away from any man (and actually has before) who said it to me. SO WHY would I ever try to make someone push you to believe it? Let alone myself? You will realize it yourself someday, or maybe a friend will notice it and mention it to you, but I won’t ever be the one to tell you I think you are dumb for not seeing our potential. I’m fine with waiting until you figure it out. As far behind as you are in the feelings and independence stage in life... emotionally... I am in the independence and living stage... physically. We just did things backwards. 

This is getting long (if it wasn’t a surprise) but...

I love you, boo. I always will, and apparently have since the first night you took me to chilis. So let’s just say this has been a wild year, but I can’t wait for the rest of the others. 

Have fun with whatever/whoever you’re doing, Hope to see ya soon and get my face wash back that I “forgot” two weeks ago.

love, 

your future wifey, hehe. ;)

jk.

love always, Chloe. (or when you like to make me mad, Coco.)

[ourwickedworld]

The Rambling Man Travel Review: Reno, Nevada

Reno, Nevada…  The Biggest Little City in the world, located mere miles from scenic Lake Tahoe.  Reno, known for so many things.  Yes, gambling is probably the first thing that creeps into your head as you begin the initial descent into Reno / Tahoe International Airport on the East end of Reno.  But, Reno is so much more!!  And, to be clear, because in an odd way I get this question more often than not.  “No, Reno is not any where near Las Vegas!” Frankly, Sin City is a 6 plus hour car trip away.  And, yes, the two Old West towns have some things in common, but the truth is they have more uncommon than you would expect.  This is the Silver State, Ramblin with the Rambling Man, checking out the dudeability, the hang outs, the good time, hidden gems….  Rambling, walking, eating, drinking, fishing, hunting, sporting…   Rambling into town, and taking in the town for all its worth.  From local sporting events, to grabbing a cold beer, or strolling a midnight street in search of every dream inside my soul.

If you want to double down on 11 in a game of black jack, sure…  You can take lady luck for a twirl at most locations in Nevada.  Heck, you can gamble in the grocery store! Gambling, of course, does not hold a stick to legalized prostitution in the Silver State.  A must see “dude event,” a most unique experience while in Nevada.  One must visit a brothel.  The experience of Ringing the bell, having the ladies line up, and the entire pomp and circumstance of legalized prostitution…  This is Nevada!!  Embrace it Bro..    And, hey, I am not singing a sad cowboy tune, but one does not have to sleep with a hooker to visit a Brothel.  Gentleman, the experience of visiting the Whore House is truly West Coast Cowboy Country Cool.  The experience of visiting the relic of the old west sorta makes actually having to bang a hooker totally unnecessary.  But, if you do decide to go to Tuna Town in the desert.  The house madam at the Brothel, and Brothel ownership, usually have high standards of safety and satisfaction. Plus, the State of Nevada ensures STD safe sex.  What a Country!  More like what a State.  Yes, the only state with Legalized Prostitution, but not the only state with prostitution.  As the oldest profession continues its strong industry and economic success globally.  

Some suggestions: Mustang Ranch on the outskirts of Reno defines old west prostitution, and if you can avoid the rush of tires truck drivers who frequent the place, the experience is sure to remind you that being a dude is still groovy.  The experience is sure to make you proud once again to be the sole proprietor of your personal penis, regardless of size.  Mustang offers drinks and libations with the most perfect bar to take in a conversation with one of the many girls patrolling the room.  The many patrons, of course, have their own unique stories as well sitting near if you so desire to engage.  But, dang it bro, you are on vacation, strike up a conversation. Most Renoites will be more than happy to share a story or two, especially if you are talking golf, hookers, skiing, cold beer, or cards.  

I woke up a bit foggy… I think I got home around 3:30 AM, an UBER brought me from Mustang back to my downtown Reno hotel room at the Eldorado Hotel and Casino.  I was nude, my clothes from last night thrown over the chair adjacent to my bed, I could still smell the stench of Mustang and Crown Royal bellowing from my garments. What a night…  I need some coffee and to walk some of the haze from behind my eyes.  I take a quick walk upon exiting the casino doors at the Eldorado, moving South down Virginia St.  I then take a right turn on First St.  

I arrive at Hub Coffee Roasters on Riverside Dr in Reno.  I sit outside, a round table with an extra chair my only company.  I sip a tall black coffee and pick at my cheese Danish. My view is of the Truckee River and the adjacent walking trail and park.  The trees scream early fall as I sit still listening to the peace of the morning.  

On foot one can embrace a new city on a much more intimate level.  You can walk almost in slow motion as you take in the new sights, smells, and people.  My walk today has a walking path that winds around the Truckee River directly West towards the Keystone Ave Bridge, the Booth St. Bridge, and Idlewild Park.  The orange, yellow leaves under my feet, as cool mountain air surrounds me.  I hear chirps from a few birds, and the 10:00 AM train and its screech and horn.  The water from the river heads East, against my walk.  It is a most perfect morning, and I am stoned immaculate in my city by the big lake in the Sierras.  You can almost smell that the snow of Winter is near, I walk.  My head phones in both ears, music plays, song after song.  I hear my playlist, my shuffle playlist. The many songs from Apple I-Tunes subscription.  

Three miles is a decent introduction walk to Reno, as I start my daily stroll from Hub Coffee Roasters by directly heading west on the adjacent walking trail…  I walk with the morning sun on my back, music keeping me company.  Beck, REM, Pearl Jam, Band of Horses, Elliot Smith, Mount Eerie, Bob Dylan….  The Truckee River from the nearby Sierra Nevada Mountain range brings fresh and clear water from the tops of elevated peaks seen in the distance, the river keeps me company as I ramble on.  It is a most perfect walk, a mix of solitude, water, fall, and some strange faces.  My own music allows me to not skip a beat.  

I have a personal tour of a local Cannabis Dispensary at 4 PM.  And dinner with an old friend, Clint Cates.   Yes, above and beyond gambling and prostitution, Nevada has recently legalized cannabis.  Yep, you can literally go pick up a sack at a local retail weed dealer.  What a country?  And they deliver…  

The inner workings of a cannabis dispensary, a bit underwhelming.  It is all about security in a cash only business… And, the chronic has some street value, no doubt.  So, bullet proof sheet rock, big safes with secret codes and levels of management. Not to mention, a big wall of people. I thought “Starbucks but weed” after 15 minutes into my tour because the Mynt Dispensary in Downtown Reno.  The place was packed, all sorts of sour faces and young people alike looking at such a variety of products.  Heck, when I was a kid, getting a sack of weed was a crap shoot. You would get a plastic sandwich bag with something green inside, and you would pay the man the cash.  Today, its sativa or Indica.  It’s oils, wax, vape pens, and don’t get me started on the names.  Pot can’t just be pot anymore.  Marketing has invaded the space, so pot now is Orange Krusk Kush, or Spiral to Insanity. Regardless, Reno has it all, and the Mynt Dispensary is close and will satisfy one’s curiosity on what is recreational legalization.  Check it out….  

Mr. Cates urged me to see the Grow Facility, the actual place the pot is grown.  And, talk about impressive…  To see such a green forest of pot inside the facility was one most unique experience.  What a country?  And, Nevada, Northern Nevada.  This place is lit, no pun intended.  

And, when you are stoned? Besides taking a walk and being outdoors, I enjoy food, duh…  I think that is the pothead mantra, let’s get high and eat are faces off.  For Clint’s chronic hospitality, and world class tour of the Mynt Dispensary facilities, I offered to buy the pot entrepreneur dinner.

Clint, he suggests a local staple, but a Cougar Stop first.  

We walk into The Polo Lounge with glazed eyes and an unquenchable thirst.  We pull up to seats at the bar, we were Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday in a pair of cowboy boots galloping into this local dive bar. And, we were looking for a cold drink.  

The Polo Lounge located in Midtown Reno is a retro and freaky dive bar with strange faces everywhere. The bar, however, is first and foremost a place to drink in a town of drinkers.  Did I mention?  Reno can drink.  I am feeling a Vodka and Tonic with a lemon night is on the horizon.  I am in the land of milk and honey, as this dive bar is also a Cougar den.  Hot, horny, older women.  And like fine wine, and vodka to my tongue, an older woman is truly as sexy as a woman can possible be.  Especially, if the music is loud, the drinks are cheap, and last call is just a rumor. That’s right, you can drink all day and all night in the Biggest Little City.  No last call!!  What a country bro!!!

Clint stumbles back from a food run, we lost most of the night in a haze of laughter, pick up lines, and bar games.  We even missed the food reservation.  Clint finds a solution!  He brings back some food from Miguel’s Mexican Cantina, a short walk away from The Polo Lounge.  I am mouth first into an onion and cheese enchilada and a chili relleno in the most elegant egg crepe as 2 AM reared its ugly head.  I order a cold beer to wash it down, The Polo Lounge happily accommodates our request to bring in outside food.  Dive bar, check.  Great company and laughter, check.  Great Mexican food, check!!  The Rambling Man thinks highly in regards to the drinkability and Eatability in the Biggest little City…

I sleep until high noon. The partly cloudy fall day brings a day to catch up.  I have one more night in Reno, what will the last day of my weekend getaway bring.  I hope more laughter, and more food.  

What will today bring, a Sunday afternoon and night in Reno.  I stick to my vacation theme, let’s walk, drink, eat, and find some laughter.

I start my last night with a Sunset Walk at nearby Virginia Lake.  The manmade lake is exactly one mile around, it is a big oval walking / running path near the intersection of Virginia St. and Plumb Lane in Reno.  It is a most beautiful walk and sunset.  I start my walk, set for 3 laps, at approximately 5:45 PM, sunset set for 6:20 PM, and the sky was set ablaze with all of autumn’s glory.  The lake is full of aquatic life, ducks, geese, turtles, fish.  With the best feature of Virginia Lake, a forest of sage brush. As dusk approaches, the smell from the sage brush is worth a billion silver dollars.  The smell of sun fading from summer, the old west meeting the fresh air of ancient mountain shadow.  Air so still, my heart beats in rhythm with the season.  

After the walk, I go to the nearby Atlantis Casino….  The Atlantis, less than a quarter mile from Virginia Lake, is where I will partake in the Steam Room with Eucalyptus spray and a world class massage.  I feel like I am made of rubber, I feel happy.  So, I make my way down to the sportsbook within the bowels of the Atlantis casino.  I grab a beer and a nearby handicapping sheet, I am going to bet on the NFL Sunday night game of the Week, it’s the Patriots vs the Chiefs.  What a game!!  I put $500 on Tom Brady, the old man from Nor Cal, to win the game by more than two points.  

At halftime, I stagger over to the Purple Parrot restaurant within the Atlantis to get my all time favorite sandwich, The Monty Cristo.  This fried sandwich with a side of strawberry preserves is not something I eat, nor even have the option of ordering.  The Monty Cristo with a side of fries, I sit at my table, lost in the casino carpet, and flashy neon lights, my eyes fixed upon the next numbers in the never ending run of Keno games on the overhead TV.  In my head, I keep wishing for eight numbers to match, a dream of wealth and fame surely awaits if I can only just get 8 numbers correct.  

The night fades into the swallows of tomorrow, I make my way back to downtown and the Eldorado.  My flight leaves tomorrow at 10:15 AM….

Hue of the TV radiates upon my tired and sleepy head, a weekend in Reno.  I spark my lighter, weed set aglow, I inhale.  Stoned immaculate, I am the Rambling Man.  Reno ENVY… Reno, Nevada…  Walkability Score:  9 out of 10,  Drinkability Score:  7 out of 10, Eatability Score:  7 out of 10, Overall Value:  8 of 10, The Ability of the City to Provide a Unique Experience:  10 of 10.

Or course, my weekend getaway is meant to start a conversation regarding travel.  Reno has so much more to offer, like most cities, it would take multiple trips to take it all in.  I, do however, list below some activities or events to consider when traveling to Reno.  

1.       Fish for Brown or Rainbow Trout in the Truckee River. Entrance Point at Mayberry Park west of town make this easy to access.  Artificial flies, a Salmon Egg, or even a piece of Bacon on the end of the stick will find success at dawn or twilight.  

2.       Check out a University of Nevada Football game at nearby Mackey Stadium in the Fall, a Nevada Basketball game in the Winter, or a Reno Aces Minor League Baseball game in the Spring or Summer.  Hey, we love our sports, and checking out a new venue is always cool.  

3.       Walking Options: Mayberry Park, Downtown Reno, Virginia Lake, Rancho San Rafael

4.       Harrah’s Auto Museum – This is a legit place, full of classic cars that will blow your mind.

5.       Rib Cookoff, Balloon Races, Hot August Nights, all tourists traps but a place to start a weekend to Ramble On…..  

Finally, and in closing, what is the soul of the city, what is the Soul of Reno?  Reno has two faces, and contradiction surrounds.  The beauty of Lake Tahoe, the Truckee River, the Sierra Nevada Mountains, alongside the despair of prostitution and gaming.  The city is the chain of vice, and the elegance of a perfect small town.  It is the old west, yet modern day growth and opportunity abounds.  It’s the Wild, Wild West, it’s the Biggest Little City in the World.  Regardless, Reno is a fantastic place to Ramble On.

The Rambling Man continues next week, we explore Athens, Georgia.  Please follow us on Twitter, @BarkmanPete. We are no longer on Facebook.  Why? Because Facebook sucks.  

Please consider checking out other Podcast segments available on The Pete Barkman Show. Segments include the following: The Rambling Man, Las Vegas Larry’s Losers ( sports picks, predictions, and handicapping).  And, our How To Live a Happy and Healthy Life Series.  Plus, much more.  The Pete Barkman Show, available on most Podcast Platforms.  

[kunikame]

today is a horrible day i hate today

!! warning: vent !!

i almost overslept, woke up too early for my liking, didnt wash my hair cuz it wasnt that greasy but now it is, left my eyeliner at the dorms so i dont have any on, also left my belt at the dorms so my jeans r slipping (they cant go past my waist but its annoying either way), accidentally splashed water from the top of the container on my shirt when i was taking out the trash, met my classmates from elementary at the train station, my part of the train was filled with elementary schoolers who werw SCREAMING the entire damn time and knocking on the fucking windows at every single stop (ur 10 not 5 please grow the fuck up rn), some old ladies that kept complaining sat next to me, didnt hear anything from my music bc of that and now my head hurts, i dont have any painkillers, im severely dehydrated but i have no water, my teacher gave me an absence even after i wrote him a message saying ill be late cuz my train was late (ITS THE END OF THE YEAR STOP BITCHING NOBODY CARES BOUT ABSENCES NO MORE. THEY NEVER CARED. UR THE ONLY MAFUCKER WHO DOES BRO.), we were supposed to finish classes at 11 am but they decided 'no thats not a good time' so now we finish at 11:35 am until friday, on that note they only let me enter the dormitory after 1 pm. i am sick and tired of this please let me just go home

[whydontwelovely]

Skin - Z.H.

Requested: yes, by @why-d-we for prize for contest!!

Pairing: Zach x Reader

Warnings: angsty , cursing , short(kinda) , abbreviations during texting convos

A/N: idk if this is what you were looking for ... enjoy !! :)

Summary/plot: “Our relationship is like skin. Once it dries, it cracks. Once it cracks, it bleeds. In our situation we don’t have a bandaid to fix us.”

You walk along the busy streets of LA looking for your boyfriend, Zach. You check your phone, 11:30 pm. He was supposed to be here over an hour ago.

You check your location, making sure you were at the right place before calling him. Voice mail. You relent and decide to text him.

You: hey where r u ?

Ten minutes go by...

You: did u get my calls ??

Then thirty...

You: pleeeaaassee reply

You: forget it. im omw to ur house :(

Induced with frustration, you hail a cab and make your way to Zach’s house, in which he shares with his friends.

You walk up to his door, but before you could knock, Zach opens the door.

“Where were you?!” you hiss.

“What? Sorry, I didn’t realize I had to be somewhere...?” he rolls with sarcasm.

“Our date!”

“Our what now?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know! You and I both know we had this date planned for weeks! Weeks! Why didn’t you answer my calls?!”

“Geez, babe. My frickin’ phone was dead, chill.”

Still in the doorway, Zach steps out and shuts the door, crossing his arms defensively, making his shadow dim in the night.

“Why are so sad when I happen to miss something? I’m human. I forget things, okay?” he says.

“I’m not sad, Zach, I’m frickin’ mad.” you spit.

“Chill, it’s just one date!”

“Why don’t you care?! This isn’t the first time you-“

“I what?” he interrupts, flustering you.

“You...you...this isn’t the first time you’ve fucked up our relationship.” the words come out like hot blades, and you could tell Zach was stabbed by them.

He goes silent and looks around before talking again.

“I? I fuck up our relationship? All you ever do is whine and complain like any old brat would!” this time, his words pierce through you.

“Fine. If I’m such a brat then why don’t you just break up with me?”

He laughs, but nothings sounds funny.

“Okay,” he says. “We’re done.”

You stand there in disbelief, wishing to take back your rhetorical request. You begin to walk away, but turn around.

“You know Zach, our relationship is like skin. Once it dries out, it cracks. And once it cracks, it bleeds.” you snarl. “And in our situation there’s no bandaid to fix us.”

He stands there, staring blankly at you.

He whispers, “That’s the dumbest thing I-“

“It’s not dumb, Zach,” you yell, surprising him that you heard what he said.

He uncrosses his arms, blantly calling defeat.

“It’s not dumb, if you let us bleed. It’s not dumb if all I could do was watch us fall apart!” you were crying now, your voice slightly breaking as you yell.

Zach kept his position, saying, “Go.”

“What?!” you say.

“I said go!” he screams loud enough for practically anyone to hear. Even his friends came outside.

He keeps his position still, tears slowly streaming down past his cheeks, sad to see you go. He wants to scream. He wants to tell you to come back. But like you said, there’s no bandaid to stop the blood from flowing.

“Here,” Daniel jumps out from behind the boys, walking toward you. “I can drive you home.”

His whisper is soft and flowly heard next to your shoulder. You nod and follow him to his car.

The other boys step back inside, but Zach stands on the porch, same position, while tears leak out of his eyes as if it was his own skin that was bleeding and the tears were blood. But no one would be able to see that, due to the icy shade of darkness in the midst of the night. To him, the sight of you alone and less vulnerable with Daniel is almost as excrutiating as you leaving him.

The ride home with Daniel is quiet. He often takes looks at you, your eyes bloodshot and weary from crying. You turn your head so he doesn’t see.

He takes his free hand and holds yours with it. They are softer and more comforting than Zach’s.

The thought of Zach makes you cry even more. Daniel squeezes your hand tighter and says calmly, “It’s okay. He’s gone. You’ll be alright.”

The words toss and turn inside your head.

It’s okay, He’s right. You are safe now.

He’s gone, Is he talking about Zach? Or maybe Zach’s actions?

You’re safe now, You definately feel safe next to Daniel. Is it because of him, or because anything could feel safe after Zach?

Meanwhile, Zach sits on the couch, head in hands, sobbing. After an hour of Daniel not being back, he tries texting him.

Zach: bro where r u ? its been an hour 👀

Ten minutes go by...

Zach: i need 2 talk w u

Then thirty...

Zach: r u still w y/n ? ik u r

Zach: if u r, tell her im srry that i fucked up our relationship. i should have been the bandaid to fix us rather than b the crack that broke us.

Knowing that Daniel won’t reply anytime soon, he texts you.

Zach: im srry

Zach: u prob think im a dick

Zach: dont blame u

Zach: i love u, gn

No reply ... yet.

You: i accept ur apology

You: i still cant b w u, u have 2 understand that. apologies are not bandaids

Zach: just know that i do love u, tho. i rlly rlly do.

THE END

[henqiguai]

haikyuu!! fic rec

i’ve been consuming unreasonable amounts of hq!! fic these past few months... here’s a rec list of ~70 fics for 16 ships. 

(edit: if the links aren’t working, right-click to open the fic in a new tab. sorry;;)

❤ = favorite

❤ ❤ ❤ = god-tier 

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Bokuto/Akaashi (otp: my head, his heart)

the better boyfriend battle by norio (M)  ❤

Summary:  It's two days after their first date anniversary, so Bokuto ruins Akaashi's life.

i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight by carafin (G)  ❤

Summary:  In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.

Karma by dgalerab (T)

Summary: Akaashi pulls a muscle and Bokuto offers to help him with yoga. Akaashi knows a bad idea when he sees it, and he really only agrees because he's suddenly acquired a deeply rooted desire to see Bokuto do yoga.For multiple reasons.

Maybe We’re Airborne, Baby by sterlinglee (T)

Summary: Realizing he's got it bad for his setter is the easy part. Getting his feelings across might be the hardest thing Bokuto's ever done, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.But the point still stands. Reaching out to Akaashi is a leap in the dark, and he wants it more than he's ever wanted anything (especially the smoking remains of a cake he baked before he really understood his feelings, but knew that it's what you attempt with your own two hands that matters).

snowflakes by arsenicjay (T)

Summary: Bokuto is a simple wizard with simple needs; a nice date, a little romance, and he's all good to go.Or, Akaashi and Bokuto spend a day in Hogsmeade just before Christmas.

stating the obvious by ThinkingCAPSLOCK (G)

Summary:  There's a lot of things Bokuto isn't sure about now that he's in university. His program, his new team, his future. There's only one thing he's absolutely sure of. He is not dating Akaashi Keiji. Not even a little bit.

Year-Round Love by masi (G)

Summary:  In his first year of university, Bokuto realizes that he really adores Akaashi.

Rest of the rec list under the cut!

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Aone/Futakuchi (otp: teddy and polar bear)

Got You by garbagecannot (T)

Summary:  So Aone kind of wants to see Futakuchi scream. Just for kicks. And he feels kind of awful about it.

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Bokuto/Kuroo (ohohotp: best friends best boyfriends)

Seven Years by xwynn (G)

Summary:  Bokuto has a secret that's seven years too late.

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Ennoshita/Tanaka (otp: it’s too early for the world to end)

baby, our love is fireproof by earlgrey_milktea (T)

Summary:

[10:52 pm] [to: noya-san] im gonna tell him [10:54 pm] [from: noya-san] U GOT TIHS GO GET UR BOY [10:56 pm] [to: noya-san] IM GONNA GET MYSELF THE BOY [10:56 pm] [from: noya-san] GET TEH BOY [10:57 pm] [to: noya-san] GET THE BOY [11:04 pm] [from: noya-san] GET THE BOY

or, the story of how tanaka tried to light a flame in ennoshita's heart and ended up setting everything else on fire instead.

hold your breath, it gets better by harklights (T)

Summary: But if there was one thing Ennoshita could trust about the world, it was that people wanted. They wanted things to bend to their will, other wills to bend to their will, odds to work in their favor, luck on their side, a shortcut, a fun time, insurance and assurance both. A security lock to be made extra sturdy against possible thefts. A frail book with tattered binding that wanted augmentation before it frayed and spilled its pages everywhere, succumbed to age. A girl’s pocket mirror that reflected falling cherry blossoms every time she opened it to look at herself. Vanity, maybe, although it had been too cute when she first saw herself and gasped.“A flying carpet,” the man before the counter wishes.“A… flying carpet,” Ennoshita slowly repeats.

Practice Makes Perfect by ToBeOrNotToBeAGryiffindor (G)

Summary: Ennoshita Chikara has had a few confessions, but this one takes the cake.

"Enno-san, can I ask you something?" "Sure." "You like guys, right?" "Yeahhhh. . ." "I think I might like a guy. What do I do?"

Why is this my life?

one step, two step by Authoress (T)

Summary:  Tanaka's made enough of a mess trying to confess to Ennoshita, he doesn't need his attention-hungry kitten getting in the mix too.

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Hinata/Kageyama (otp: as long as i’m here, you’re invincible)

baby, i can give you wings by Metis_Ink (T)  ❤

Summary: In which there are superpowers, cats, rainstorms, realizations, split-second jealousy, embarrassing volleyparents, killer whales, electric Kuroos, unstable emotions, bad romance movie mentions, some angst, some fluff, but mostly a lot of awkward high schoolers.

The minute Kageyama walks into the gym and sees Hinata hovering eight feet over the nets he knows he’s screwed.

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Daichi/Kuroo (otp: city boy country boy)

If I Could Change Your Mind by tookumade (G)

Summary:

“I’m kind of excited to meet him,” Bokuto says, roughly an hour before Karasuno are scheduled to arrive. “He sounds interesting.”

Kuroo raises an eyebrow at him. “I just told you that there’s not a lot about him that stands out—how is that interesting?”

“You’ve told me a lot about how he apparently doesn’t stand out,” Bokuto replies easily. “You don’t usually talk about someone so much."

(Or, Sawamura Daichi shows up like a breath of fresh air, and Kuroo Tetsurou doesn't stand a chance.)

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Daichi/Suga (otp: honey i’m home)

Add New Contact by booksong (G)

Summary: "Daichi was leaning contemplatively on the sill of his open window, waiting for the icy breeze he was letting into his room to wake him up to how utterly stupid he was being. He’d always hated stories, real or fictional, about people doing ridiculous and self-destructive things for love, but now here he was, palming his smartphone idly and wondering with complete seriousness if it would survive an eight meter drop with substantial but repairable damage."

(Or; All Daichi's electronics are endangered the moment he realizes he can't get that sweet, patient, ridiculously attractive IT tech off his mind.)

cool teens don’t wear skinny jeans by ebenroot (T)

Summary: 'He was supposed to ask Suga for his number or ask if he was busy next Friday night and if he was interested in seeing a movie or something. Instead, he said in a slightly cracking and not at all calm voice, “I think I lost my kids.”

or

that fic where babysitter no. 1 Daichi loses three kids in the city, gets into a bunch of shenanigans, and tries to ask Suga on a date.

forever is a long time but i don’t mind spending it with you by Interconnected_3 (G)

Summary: “What else?” Daichi blinks. “What else is there? Do you want me to tell you how you like your coffee?” He grins teasingly. “I don’t know, how do I like my coffee? By the way, you’re missing something.” “Cream and two and a half sugars- wait, I’m missing something?” “Yup,” Suga says. “You forgot to mention that we’re dating.” “Well, god, Suga, judging from how we’ve been kissing and holding hands for three years and in this bed for the past nine hours since last night, I couldn’t possibly tell.”

in which daichi finally gets the day off and teaches a romantically-frustrated suga how to be honest with himself. 

extreme fluff

i do (cherish you) by gabstar (T)

Summary: The first time Daichi suggests it, it’s a joke.

“Sugawara Koushi,” he says solemnly. He’s bent on one knee, the floor is still sticky with sweat post-practice. He offers up the lost ring, found while mopping off gym floors. “Will you marry me?”

((Five times Daichi asks Suga to marry him, plus once where he finally, finally says yes.))

in the shadow of the mountain by laubear (T)  ❤

Summary:  After graduation, Daichi and Suga climb a mountain to see whether it will make them the grown-ups they’re supposed to be.

when all the songs are through by thewindraiser (T)

Summary: Daichi is out for lunch with some of his colleagues when he spots it.

The ring.

you better go catch it by laubear (G)

Summary:  Desperate times call for desperate measures. Sometimes those desperate measures involve compromising perfectly good scientific data, but Daichi’s learned to stop being surprised when it comes to Suga.

you can only take what you can carry by skittidyne (T)

Summary: Suga pulled Noya down from the chair. Daichi finally decided enough was enough. He knew he was just doing it to draw him in, and damn it, it worked (just like it always worked against him), because there was no way he was letting Suga get into one of Kuroo and Bokuto’s competitions.

Suga had their libero thrown over one shoulder by the time Daichi reached them. “Daichi-san! Look!” Noya chirped, waving the arm that wasn’t wrapped around the vice-captain.

Suga put up his free arm, flexing, and gave Daichi a wink.

(( or, alternatively: "do you even lift, bro?" ))

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Hanamaki/Matsukawa (otp: i wear my boyfriend’s clothes, i look incredible)

and indeed there will be time by pickledplumes (T)

Summary: Between volleyball and the looming end of their high school years, Hanamaki thinks he’s already dealing with more than enough, thank you very much.

Unfortunately, no one else gets the memo.

-Alternatively: “I am not in love with my best friend!” says Hanamaki Takahiro. Nobody buys his bullshit.

hang out fall in love by carafin (T)

Summary: In which Hanamaki's humble medical practice is threatened by an intractable asshole a witch doctor who's just moved into the shop down the street. Medical/Witchcraft AU.

As far as Hanamaki’s concerned, and as far as bad life decisions go, setting up your witch clinic right next to an actual, proper, medical clinic is practically akin to setting up an all-you-can-eat buffet right next to a gym. Or a sex toy shop next to a church. Or a vegetable patch next to a goat farm. Or – yeah, the point is, this Matsukawa guy has totally cornered the market in Terrible-Life-Decision-Making-Skills.

lost with you (take my hand) by airblends (T)

Summary:  When a missed stop or ten lead to an involuntary day trip to Kyoto for Matsukawa and Hanamaki, they find that maybe the journey really is its own reward sometimes.

poolside by tothemoon (T)  ❤

Summary: At eighteen, it'd been a matter of wading.

At twenty-five, Hanamaki tries not to fall in headfirst.

plus one by orphan_account (G)

Summary: "Did you know we're dating?"

"What? Says who?"

"Says everyone apparently."

"Oh," Hanamaki frowns for a few seconds before shrugging and turning his attention back to the chocolate fountain. "Nice."

that’s what you get (for waking up in vegas) by skittidyne (T)

Summary: “There was an Elvis?” Hajime asks.

“He was the officiator. It’s the cliché, right?”

“…Officiator of what?” Tooru asks with a look down at Takahiro’s hand.

“You can borrow my phone to pull pictures from for our wedding album.” Issei reaches over and grasps the hand with the ring on it. Everyone is staring at their clasped hands like a three-headed lobster just crawled onto the table. “You were both the best men and I was very, deeply touched by how affected you both were at the ceremony,” he says in a perfect deadpan.

(( or: iwaizumi does not want to be the responsible one, and thus they suffer the consequences, or, perhaps, 'suffer' is a bit too strong of a word ))

Wet Your Whistle by darkmagicalgirl (E)

Summary:  Hanamaki gets a job as a bartender. Matsukawa likes his uniform. (Alternatively: Matsukawa tries to ignore his huge crush on his friend-with-benefits. He fails.)

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Iwaizumi/Konoha (otp: ace and jack of all trades; alternatively: otp: i know fukurodani and seijou probably have never breathed the same air just let me have this)

Ace and Jack by masi (M)

Summary:  Iwaizumi and Konoha are neighbors and teammates. Maybe friends too. They get along most of the time.

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Kenma/Kuroo (otp: backbone, brain, heart) 

Cat’s Out of the Bag by shions_heart (T)

Summary: When Kuroo Tetsurou drunkenly proposes to his best friend Kozume Kenma during the midnight release of Kenma's first ever video game, Kenma doesn't think anything could be more embarrassing.

But when the proposal ends up going viral, Kenma's forced to confront feelings about his friend that he's kept locked away for a long time.

Collecting Days by pickledplumes (G)

Summary: 

The silence of the crowd as they recite their vows and say I do is deafening, their cheers as he and Tetsurou kiss even more so, and Kenma thinks some distant version of him would have shied away and ran; but right now he’s in the arms of the only man he’s ever loved, locked in the most passionate kiss he’s ever known, and he feels like he can take on the world.

curiosity kills by newamsterdam (T)  ❤

Summary: Kenma rescues a cat.

Later on, the cat saves him in return.

i built you a home in my heart by newamsterdam (M)

Summary:

Yaku doesn’t let Kuroo derail him. “You don’t even have that excuse. And I’ve known you and Kenma too long to think that these feelings didn’t exist, before today.”

There’s a truth in what he says. Kuroo’s chest feels too small to contain his heart, beating giddily against his ribs. Even if he falls into his usual back and forth with Yaku, everything is different today.

“It’s not like that,” he says softly. He cups both hands around his mug, looking into the dregs of his coffee. “It’s like… I couldn’t even let myself think of it before, you know? I couldn’t let my mind even go there, because it would’ve been unbearable, to know and not be able to do anything about it.”

Yaku shakes his head, kicking at Kuroo’s legs under the table. “Oh my god,” he says. “You’re going to be hopeless now, aren’t you?”

Five years after high school— what changes, what doesn't, and what really matters, in the end.

love’s not the way to treat a friend by girltalk (T)

Summary: There’s really nothing quite as revelatory as the silent minutes spent in bed during the aftermath of a wet dream involving you and your high-school best friend.

(i must profess) by sadaf (T)

Summary:  “No!” Kenma says, voice high and through clenched teeth as Kuroo offers it to him. “Put- put that away! Put that away!”

mr. steal yo man by saintjoy (T)

Summary:  Lev's got it bad for Kenma. Unfortunately, he's already got one hell of a boyfriend.

Show a Little Faith by minijhi (G)

Summary: 

“Why are you sending me a singing Valentine telegram?" Kenma asks, mouth flattened. "It’s six months until Valentine’s Day.”

“I bought a dwarf over the summer to use as cupid.” Kuroo says. “I figured he could use some practice.”

-

Presenting Kenma as the Boy-Who-Lived, whose living becomes a lot more interesting when Ravenclaw Prince Kuroo Tetsurou starts sending him singing telegrams about defeating the Dark Lord.

Static by icespyders (G)  ❤❤❤

Summary: 

stat•ic /ˈstadik/ adj. : 1. lacking in movement, action, or change; 2. concerned with bodies at rest or forces in equilibrium n. : crackling or hissing noises on a telephone, radio, or other telecommunications system.

He hadn't taken it well when Kuroo went away.

The Wedding Hall Shuffle by icespyders (T)  ❤

Summary: Box steps for a waltz are easy, even if you've never done them before, even if you learned at a strangers' wedding from another stranger, even if you're not quite sure what you're doing. But love? Love is something else, something without regimented one-two-three-four patterns, without rules.

Maybe it's silly, but Kenma thinks he might be figuring it out.

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Kyoutani/Yahaba (otp: mad dog and puppy)

all you have is your fire by knightswatch (T)

Summary: 

Shigeru is quickly hurtling toward the point where he’s going to have to change the relationship that he’s built with Kyoutani in ways that he can’t take back, and it’s one of the reasons that he isn’t particularly looking forward to his birthday.

No matter how he feels, Shigeru knows he can’t afford to be in love. Or at least, he can’t afford to act on it.

Close to the Chest by darkmagicalgirl (T)  ❤❤❤

Summary:  It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he's different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is. Yahaba's journey ft. an extremely annoyed Kyoutani, best friend in the world Watari, and loads and loads of good senpai Oikawa.

Mixed Signals by snoqualmie (T)

Summary:  Feelings are definitely a thing he’s having. Kyoutani is really sweet. He’s family oriented and he prefers novels with female leads and he’s in all honors classes. He kind of has a big head, totally has a big smile, definitely has a big heart. His eyes are nice, he’s got that dimple. Yahaba groans and rubs his fists into his eyes.

Room to Grow by kiyala (G)  ❤❤❤

Summary:  Kyoutani and Yahaba have enough on their minds in third year, as ace and captain of the volleyball team, butting heads both on and off the court while trying to improve their game so the team has a shot of winning this year. When they find a puppy abandoned in a park, their lives only get even more complicated.

the sunset hours by commovente (T)

Summary: 

set in an alternate sendai city where everything is almost exactly the same, except every day during sunset, each person's heart is visible to everyone else, in whatever form that may be, for better or for worse.

in which kyoutani has an actual puppy dog heart, yahaba is the most unconventional disney character alive, and oikawa is still the best senpai.

or: the story of yahaba's adventures in the big city.

This World is Just Illusion by shions_heart (T)

Summary: Yahaba Shigeru was a scientist set to work on and administer the SS-415 Serum to the test subject Kyoutani Kentarou. But when the experiment fails, he's forced to relocate with an unstable Kyoutani and make a new home for them.

(Or the story of how the Mad Dog gang was formed.)

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Lev/Yaku (otp: angry small and dirty large)

Touch by Mysecretfanmoments (T)

Summary:  After a twisted ankle and an uncomfortable realization, Yaku starts to see a different side of Lev—one he doesn't want to kick at all. (Or, well... not often.)

Yaku and the Beanstalk by Mysecretfanmoments (T)

Summary: 

Yaku Morisuke is many things: a libero, a caretaker, a good student. He's also about to find Lev Haiba stuck in a vending machine.

(In which Yaku accidentally recruits Lev to the volleyball team and can't get rid of him after.)

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Oikawa/Suga (otp: 100 days with mr. refreshing)

all the small things by Authoress (T)

Summary:

Sugawara Koushi.

Oikawa’s brain supplies the name of the person standing at the other end of the aisle before Oikawa can even register him, attuned to spitting out facts about other volleyball players on a second’s notice, even after all these years. Karasuno High vice-captain. 174 cm…no, more like 176 now. Skilled at raising morale and bringing an element of surprise to their strategy. Troublesome. Refreshing. Setter.

The enemy.

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Oikawa/Ushijima (otp: don’t you ever forget my worthless pride & prejudice)

A Fish out of Water by masi (M)

Summary:  Ushijima is having a hard time adjusting to life in Tokyo.

This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice by Mysecretfanmoments, Pouler (T)  ❤❤❤

Summary:  Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He'd hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can't help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?

it’s kind of like a promise by songtofly (T)  ❤

Summary:  Devotion, Ushijima Wakatoshi learns, is a two-way street.

like someone in love by masi (T)

Summary:  Oikawa tries to resolve an unexpected Ushiwaka-related problem carefully and calmly.

#notalovestory by iiejn, readerofsaph (T)

Summary: 

Oikawa Tooru, Japan's representative pretty boy actor, lands the best movie role of his career yet. Shame about who else is acting in it, too.

Dearest Oikawa,

I am sorry that you hit me at the party last week. I am confident that your reputation will survive the backlash. Hopefully we will be able to speak on better terms the next time we meet.

Yours, Ushijima Wakatoshi

On A Willful Afternoon When I Thought Love Could Choose by Zee (E)

Summary: Ushijima gets stuck in a repeating time loop on the day his university's team must play Oikawa's. Shenanigans ensue.

Planting Season by masi (T)

Summary:  After graduation, Ushijima runs into Oikawa again.

Searching Happiness by sunspearing (T)  ❤

Summary:  The five times Oikawa tries to call it quits, and the one time Ushijima does.

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Semi/Shirabu (otp: loving is easy, teasing is easier)

don’t let this magic die  by oilpaints (T)

Summary: 

Shirabu glances out the window, listening to the soft pitter-patter of the rain, and the even sounds of Semi’s breathing. Only now, as he glances around the cramped, dimly-lit room and spots Semi’s bag, already open and spilling out clothes onto the floorboards, does he realizes just what he’s gotten himself into.

It’s just four days, he reminds himself. Four days of sharing a room with Semi, of all people, but still — he’s been through worse, right? Right.

SPOILER:

Actually, whether he’s right or wrong is up for debate, because everything goes about just as well as anyone would expect. (Which is to say: surprisingly, nobody dies, Shirabu learns more about Semi Eita than he ever would have bargained for, and that, maybe, he’s not so bad.

Maybe.)

face to the sun by oilpaints (G)

Summary: 

Shirabu Kenjirou, as told by friends both old and new.

Kawatabi clicks his tongue. “I still don’t get why you were born in spring,” he says. “You’re so bitter and cold. More of a winter child, if you ask me.”

Shirabu just shrugs lightly, lips tugged upwards in a faint smile. “But I didn’t ask you,” he says. “And besides, spring is all about new beginnings, isn’t it?”

Impulse by Metis_Ink (T)  ❤❤❤

Summary: 

"Semi’s not sure how subtle the team is trying to be, but there must be some ungodly conspiracy pointed against him. It’s working in the sense that Semi is half aware that maybe this rivalry with Shirabu is a lot more troublesome than it seems, but really, that’s all he's getting."

Or

Second year Semi Eita faces the downward spiral that is his life following the arrival of some first year setter who's way too cocky for his own good.

Scarf Trick by togekissies (G)

Summary: The last thing Shirabu wants to do is run into a naggy upperclassman after a long day.

seven day’s luck by togekissies (T)

Summary: 

(semishira week fic collection)

One: Semi and Shirabu go on a date. Two: Shirabu can't stand executive meddling more than he can't stand Semi. Three: Shirabu and Semi are just kids at reform school, discussing treason on the roof in the way only prideful teenagers can. Four: Semi is a nostalgic loser. Shirabu pushes him in a creek. Five: Semi steals some intel. Shirabu doesn't like patching him up.

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Tsukishima/Yamaguchi (otp: when did you ever get so cool?)

blue summer sky by deanpendragon (T)  ❤❤❤

Summary:  In which Tadashi manages his grandfather's pet store and Tsukishima works at the music shop next door. Lots of exclamation points, dialogue, obvious crushes, internal (and overexcited) monologuing, animal trivia and terrible puns ensue.

by any other name by memorde (T)

Summary: 

A Concise Guide to Dealing with People Asking if your Best Friend and/or Crush is Single:

Panic

Lie

Run

campfire in your chest by deanpendragon (M)  ❤❤❤

Summary:  Kei realizes in their second year of high school that he's probably been in love with Yamaguchi since they were ten. However hopeless he might be in handling that situation, Kei prays he's at least not as hopeless as Hinata and Kageyama. But he just might be.

let’s keep this professional by laubear  ❤

Summary: 

When the first sincere gesture of Tsukishima Kei’s life costs him his glamorous job as a sports agent, only a wide-eyed, freckled accountant volunteers to jump ship with him. But if the two of them can save the careers of volleyball’s legendary Oddball Duo, things might just work out after all.

Or, the story of how Tsukishima Kei got fired, got married, adopted a kid, and fell in love. In that order.

levels of investment by skittidyne (T)

Summary: 

Yamaguchi was far less nervous in practice than any games, and he’d gotten far more skilled at serving in a few short months, so Tsukishima was utterly unprepared for the feeling of a volleyball slamming into the back of his head.

There was a beat of silence.

The ball had enough of an angle to bounce off his head and over to the other side of the net, landing neatly in front of a stunned Sugawara.

(( or: Ennoshita plots for the future, Suga wants to mess around and is intent on dragging everyone down to his level, Noya tries to become a spiker, Kiyoko is a good senpai, Yamaguchi cries, and Tsukishima wonders if he's been dropped off in the Twilight Zone without his notice ))

These Words You Don’t Hear by ohhello (E)

Summary:  Tadashi is convinced entering into his third year at Karasuno means that he is one year closer to losing what he holds most dear: his team, his friends, and most importantly his daily moments with Kei. While Tadashi wrestles with his fear of lasts, Kei struggles with how to offer him firsts.

[myrealityloveaffair]

The Real World: Bad Blood

Season 32: Episode 7 & 8 & 9 & 10 & 11 & 12

Review

EXIT after EXIT after EXIT

How it all ends

Theo :“Do you know what it’s like to wake up every morning with a hard ass boner?”

hmmmmm this sounds like the either coming together of a kingdom, or the queen turning mad.

Lets visit this real world sh#t storm

BTW I doubt they would air a guy jerking off, but then again... they did show Jordan being dry humped by the boogeyman (Mike)

Theo and mad queen Tyara had an undefined relationship that they blamed on each other......cute

How does Tyara go about the trials and tribulations of a relationship. A relationship specifically built on talking in circles and casual ass grabs?

Tyara: “My guy, that I was dancing on, he was a professional soccer player”

Really b#tch? you are semi cheating on a ya man with a professional athlete.... aka that dream that was ripped from your man #Trauma aka what ya man has been crying about the whole time while filming on The Real World #DIED

Theo: “She is friend-zoning me”

She’s friend-zoning the kingdom, fam

Tyara I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU! Girl wtf?!

Theo: “She can bring buddy back, she can f##k him right next to me, Imma wake up, give him a high five and tell him pound harder”

LMAO Their history be like:

Theo&Tyara: We like each other Tyara: You gonna be the one that rides me no one else Theo: So are we something or nah Tyara: THAT IS WHAT I ASKED YOU! Tyara: *sees pro athlete, lets him ride her in front of Theo* Theo: ummm what is this? Tyara: nah, it seems like that..and it is..but nah. Hold up that’s my other man  Theo: bruh Tyara: WHAT MF?! Theo: BUT WHAT ABOUT US?! Tyara: THAT IS WHAT I SAID!!! Theo&Tyara: Well if he/she is moving so am I !!!

good times

No hard feelings right?

Dang bitter again

LMAO

Dammit Gio stick to your show.

I wonder how Tyara feels about Theo

BTW Mad Queen Tyara illegitimate pregnancy is no more... not sure what happened... don’t care

The shade the crew had tho.... lmao

Did anyone catch this?:

Sooooo.... she doesn’t know for sure?

anyway what’s Theo’s take on this?

THEO WASN’T SUPPOSE TO MUTHAF##KIN LEAVE!!! It wasn’t suppose to be like this!!! 

Theo and F##kBoy Kassius couldn’t live under the same roof anymore, keeping both would have been a safety liability.

I guess production thought that F##kBoy Kassius would bring more drama to the show. 

F##kBoy Kassius, did Orlana dirty tho. 

According to F##kBoy Kassius this was all in the name of friendship

F##kBoy Kassius: “Obviously she was making it out to be something that it wasn’t” 

OMG yass F##kBoy Kassius,  deny,  blame, and deny again. Sounds a little familiar *cough*

Look there is no smooth way of bringing up..... *barfs*..... *barfs some more*

Peter: “Mike’s Mike. I know how he his. You know he tells people stories, and it would be like half true half not true and you know... do I believe it, probably not”

Mike: ”Black guys love that sh#t? I bet. You guys can rub coconut oil on your ashy-ass skin together”

His lengthy ass periscope on his controversial comments 

Queenith CeeJai blesses scumbag Mike with a tweet.... little does she know

Mike bolted off the show (for the second time in his reality tv career), WITH Peter’s shoes

so that’s how he stole $2000 dollars lmaooo

Well he just left single......

Wait...

YES GURL ME TOO

So it turns out, Jordan KNEW about Tori. It was confirmed on the After Show (Finally they made some use to it). They were playing a game called “Who’s Side Piece Is This?” This was Mike’s:

Jordan..... NO

But damn, Mike dropped her and everything like a hot rock

Jordan: “He told me he was following in love with me, like, three days ago”

hmmmm sounds familiar ....

Speaking of affairs....

Jenn’s boyfriend Travis: “I hope this 5 seconds of fame was worth it”

LMFAOOOO 

So Jenn cheated on her boyfriend with *rolls eyes* Peter. The same dude that violently screams at her and hits objects....but what for? 

Peter: “I clearly hate Anna... and I feel like Jenn has to stop talking to Anna...” whine whine whine ugh #paranoia 

The shade the production crew threw at Peter was ... art. He had such bad editing... or is that just the way he is?  

Anna: “All we hear is Peter screaming. The entire house is upset.”

Mike: “pete does this and he’s been doing this for years. He meets a girl that he finds attractive and if the girl finds him attractive at the same time, it’s like balls to the wall 100 mph... you think this is a one time thing?  this is the first step to the process. The second step is when she comes out with us and we get there he is going to sit there and if like one look to like another dude and that’s when sh#t is going to go off...”

Peter: “I wasn’t even yelling, it’s not even yelling. Listen you wanna see me yell? I’ll scream”

Um .... Jenn.... I don’t know about this one....

Jenn: “The problem is, like, the fact that like no one f%%king knows what I’ve been through, I have been through an abusive relationship...” 

*cough* According to statistics, if you find yourself in an abusive relationship, you might wind up in another one, consciously or subconsciously.*cough* 

This behavior is down right demented... Imagine how Anna felt when PeterTheScreamer randomly asks to talk to her alone...

LMAO this passive agressive b###h!! Of course Peter wants to take control of Jenn’s situation *cough*

If she said more she would be feeling the wrath of PeterTheScreamer #Props 

Oh she Peter now huh?

here is a rare moment: Robbie being honest about how he feels about people... nice

Jenn: “I gave you guys the benefit of the doubt. Peter was pissed at me that night and the reason why he was yelling at me is because he can’t stand you two, that’s why he was yelling at me”

I mean.... I don’t think there is any good reason why he should be abusive towards you but.....  

same.... same

There is no other way to handle this trash ass situation, tbh

Katrina: “Peter is just crazy, he like he just so annoying... and he is blowing something so little out of proportion he’s not a man he should not be in a relationship he needs to get help”

LMAO She legit ditched him and he got so mad.... they live together....  #Psycho

I wish I could say Jenn Peter came to her his senses

TIME FOR COMBAT

Peter: “STFU WITH YOUR FAKE ASS TITTIES”

Production: “What are you trying to accomplish by commenting on her boobs?”

YASSSSS PRODUCTION CALL HIS ASS OUT!!!!!!!! DRAG HIM

Orlana: “Peter looked like he was about to fight them, like He got very close”

Production: “We have decided to send you home and end your experience in Seattle the punch to the refrigerator and the punching of walls are demonstrations of angry outbursts u have had in the past. You were told by Matt that those sort of aggressive outbursts could not be tolerated you agreed and told him that these sort of incidents would not happen again. Last Sunday your behavior was hostile intimidating and was the spark that led the fight between Jenn and Anna. You pushed Jenn away several times in an effort to get her to stop restraining you. After the altercation between Jenn and Anna you physically imposed security and you got into Anna’s face in an imposing and physically threatening way. You antagonized Anna. Due to your continued instigation and hostile behavior with your roommates you are being sent home tonight you must leave the house by 8 pm.” 

LMAOOOOOO YASSSSSSSSS YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

“you good?  any last words? you sure? its your last moment?”

Prince charming storms away hoping to rescue his long lost lover, trapped in his enemies lair....

Peter: “she doesn’t think like us dude, she is dumb....“

Peter: “If i wasn’t with her, i would probably fight Robbie... just because”

Damn .... no allies 

Mike: “She’s not that hot”

Peter asks.... haha yeah right, not with them demonic eyes. Peter tells Jenn...

Peter: “I need you to leave with me” Jenn: “That’s not fair Peter” Peter: “I don’t care”

Oddly enough this PeterTheScreamer session wasn’t started by Anna-Katrina or Jenn. The night was .... dare I say... instigated.... but by whom?

None of this would have ever have happened if he just stuck with his act of “Everybody is cool with Robbie persona” 

Robbie: ““Domestic abuse verbal.” Who could be Googling that?”

Why does he have animosity towards that stack sisters?

Robbie: “....Every night? separating yourself from the group?”

but nah that wasn’t the real issue... the real issue?

Robbie: “Honestly I am a little annoyed about this... I wanted everyone to enjoy”

They Betrayed Robbie’s MEATBALLS

Robbie does have a mean streak, this is the same guy that burned all of his ex-gf’s (Jenn) belongings and sent her a video of it .... like bruh you were the one that missed the single life not her

Robbie could have been... dare I say... a production puppet. After all he was the only one that got filmed at the end for his arrival at home

Little moments from this terrible show about 7 (or more) strangers:

Peter’s removal from the house:

The house banding together against racial inequalities:

Will and his... issue: 

Will: “Yo, could you grab me some toilet paper”

Dueling cousins, dueling on literally everything:

UPDATES

MTV did their after the show update here . Tyara declined (or wasn’t asked) for an after-real-world-update. Maybe she was bitter about MTV outing her pregnancy... perhaps she had more in common to Theo than we thought. It’s safe to say her ass ain’t coming back to mtv. 

Theo and Whats-Her-Face-Anika competed on “The Challenge: Invasion Of The Champs”. You blink and they are gone. 

TORI FINALLY SPILLS THE TEA

“Are You The One” after show of season 5 episode 6

“The Aftermatch: No Bro-Code”

Tori: “So Mike went on another reality show called the real world, and he cheated on me with a girl named Jordan, who was also on the show, and obviously that aired, and then that blew up our relationship, and I found out and now Mike, and I absolutely don’t talk. I have a restraining order against him, and it ended really bad... and it was the worse mistake of my life”

RIP: To all the beefs, pranks, and funny times MTV felt compelled to edit out -_-

[sadrien]

wanna chat? pt. 17

on ao3 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17

i said a bunch of things in the note on ao3 but its like. sooo long so yeah just check that out please and thanks ilysm 

(son of a gunn = adrien, the worst = alya, lol death = nino, its red = mari)

what is happening in this anymore

5:37

son of a gunn: NASA!!! PLANETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHH!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH

son of a gun has changed their name to trappist

 6:42

the worst: as adorable as it is to see u nerd out like the loser u are sleep boi

trappist: WHO CAN SLEEP AT A TIME LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!

lol death: hello my dudes why are we yelling

trappist: NASA!!!!!!!!!

lol death: nice the one good thing the americans gave us

the worst: what about youtube

lol death: shit youre right what about nasa bro

trappist: SEVEN NEW PLANETS!!! Oh my god oh my god Ok so it’s actually probably best if you just read stuff on it??? Because I don’t know if I’m going to explain it well I mean I definitely won’t btu NASA found seven planets orbiting TRAPPIST-1!!! And three are in the habitable zone of the star which is !!!!!!!!!!

the worst: this is rlly cute but im also lost

lol death: yo my man if youre free at all today you can ramble/show me as many videos/articles as youd like

trappist: REally???

lol death: of course! i love hearing you talk about stuff like this man the day the confirmed gravitational waves was awesome

trappist: WASN’T IT??????!?!?!?!!! Anyway!! They’re nicknamed Goldilocks planets Al!!

the worst: o shit i know what that means!!!

trappist: The three in the habitable zone are the best candidates for supporting life!!!!!!!!

the worst: does this mean

lol death: holy shit

the worst: alIENS  

trappist: ALIENS!!!!!!

lol death: a l i e n s

 7:13

its red: I love you all but why do you not sleep

lol death: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hAAlDoAtV7Y

the worst: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWXXA1p618c

trappist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQoRXhS7vlU Wow

the worst: awww i love u 2 <3 <3

its red: ………….. Im going back to bed

trappist: MarI WAIT BUT ALIEN S

its red: Im not watching any conspiracy videos

trappist: IT’S NOT A CONSPIRACY THERE’S JUST ALMOST NO WAY THAT WE CAN BE THE ONLY LIFEFORMS IN THE UNIVERSE

its red: Get moRE SLEEP

the worst: WHY ARE WE YELLING

lol death: ILLUMINATI

the worst: *X FILES THEME SONG*

its red: YOU LITERALLY DID THAT 5 MINUTES AGO

trappist: MARI LET ME YELL ABOUT SPACE

its red: SPACE IS SCARY

trappist: YOU’RE SCARY

lol death: DUDE ILL MEET YOU AT SCHOOL I HOPE YOURE READY TO YELL

trappist: I ALWAYS AM

its red: CAN WE STOP USING CAPS NOW

the worst: N E V E R

its red: FUC K

 16:05

the worst: should pluto be a planet again discuss (spoiler: it should)

trappist: I don’t know…

the worst: u donT BELIEVE IN PLUTO

trappist: I mean If Pluto is a planet so is Ceres and a bunch of other celestial bodies past Neptune? If I’m remembering right, I haven’t read up on this in a while

the worst: firsT OF ALL VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK U

the worst has renamed this conversation to “viva la pluto fuck u”.

the worst has changed their name to pluto is better than u

trappist: Wow I mean… Hell, Al Next you’re going to say there’s only 86 elements on the periodic table Data changes!!! That’s how science works!

pluto is better than u: SECOND OF ALL TELL THAT TO NASA SCIENTISTS PLUTO IS A PLANETTTTT

trappist: Why am I telling this to NASA

pluto is better than u: PLUTO MIGHT BE A PLANET AGAIN FUCK U

trappist: Wait what??? Since when????

pluto is better than u: i thought u were the resident nerd shouldnt u b up 2 date on all this???

trappist: No???

pluto is better than u: google is ur friend

trappist: … Alya this was literally DAYS AGO How would I know this????? Also, the official NASA site hasn’t changed I trust the scientists and NASA. If/when they make an official announcement, I’ll get back to you on Pluto’s planetary status

pluto is better than u: nerd

trappist: <3

 16:25

lol death: @adrien on my way dude hope youre ready to scream about space

trappist: !!!!! <3 <3 <3

 19:16

its red: I keep missing space talk Sigh

pluto is better than u: is pluto a planet mari

its red: Pluto is whatever it wants to be

pluto is better than u: cop out

 20:02

lol death has changed their name to space bro

space bro: first of all seeing adrien nerd out about space is probably the cutest thing ever second of all thiS IS SO RAD LIKE DUDES!!!! MAYBE BLACK PLANTS???? 20 DAY YEAR SEEING THE SURFACE OF A PLANET FROM ANOTHER PLANET!!!!!!! TH EFUCK

trappist: I KNOW!!!!!!!!

its red: Hmmm I need a space name

its red has changed their name to galaxy print

galaxy print: Perfect

space bro: adrien is literally like vibrating hes so excited this is adorable?

trappist: Space is so cool!!! I wanted to be an astronaut when I was little for a while! My mom taught me so many stars I HAV E TO TELL CHLOE

galaxy print: ???

pluto is better than u: i didnt know chloe liked space

trappist: She knew more about stars than I did growin gup  Ok brb

space bro: have fun dude!!

PM between galaxy print and pluto is better than u

galaxy print: Alyaaaaaaaaaaaaa

pluto is better than u: i kno babe ohhh i kno

galaxy print: Hes so cute and Im dying

pluto is better than u: same?? u can get through this

galaxy print: AaaaahhHHHHHHHH

21:24 in viva la pluto fuck u

trappist: I love space

pluto is better than u: go 2 bed nerd

trappist: It’s not that late! Besides, I don’t think anyone else is asleep Role call

galaxy print: Shhhh Im trying to work on a dress The pattern is lowkey killing me

pluto is better than u: aww rip

trappist: I’m sure it’s beautiful

galaxy print: <3

space bro: im just working on some tracks ill bring them to school tomorrow cause i need a second opinion

pluto is better than u: !!!!! im ready

trappist: Told you everyone was awake Al

pluto is better than u: fite me man everyone is doing creative stuff i feel lame r u doing creative stuff marshmallow

trappist: Nah I’m reading more science articles

pluto is better than u: ok not surprising does this mean i have to entertain myself?? youtube here i come

 22:06

pluto is better than u: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvrhoQdz7GQ&feature=youtu.be

 22:17

galaxy print: Alya wtf

pluto is better than u: this is why u dont leave me alone

 22:21

trappist: That vampire looks traumatized

space bro: why is a pumpkin hitting on a vampire

pluto is better than u: The Straights r at it again

galaxy print: Alya I hate you

pluto is better than u: <3

 22:28

pluto is better than u: 2 make up for that here u go https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4A50UmcbZoE i swear its cool

trappist: Oh my god this must’ve taken forever????

pluto is better than u: r u gonna nerd out now?

trappist: ………...no The physics of the bottles to get them to hit the right note— Ok yes

pluto is better than u: wanna call? i kno its late but im so very very bored

trappist: Bored enough to listen to me talk about the physics of sound?

pluto is better than u: hmmm yes u can yell about planets too

trappist: Nice Ok give me two seconds

PM between pluto is better than u and trappist

22:34: Call started

PM between pluto is better than u and space bro

pluto is better than u: how is he like this

space bro: adrien??

pluto is better than u: yup hes so excited>?? what is this

space bro: get used to it man he literally never stops

pluto is better than u: i kno i call him sunshine byt om g

space bro: same tbh

PM between pluto is better than u and galaxy print

pluto is better than u: ur bf is too cute for me im dyin g

galaxy print: Oh myg od we arent dating al

pluto is better than u: get on that girl oh my god

galaxy print: Hes really cute though isnt he omg I hat ehim

pluto is better than u: uh huh

PM between pluto is better than u and trappist

23:52: Call ended: 1 hour 18 minutes 22 seconds

pluto is better than u: @skype why r u like this

trappist: Hey it worked for a lot longer than usual!! This is probably a sign that I should sleep You too

pluto is better than u: :/// k fine night adrien!! <3 <3 <3

trappist: Night Al<3

[baneismydragon]

FINAL HOLIDAY FIC!!!!

I HAVE COMPLETED MY FINAL HOLIDAY THEMED FIC!!! THEY ARE ALL DONE!!!! I CAN OFFICIALLY GO BACK TO MY OTHER IMPORTANT PROJECTS!!!! 

This was the other outline I had for my original secret santa prompt and even though I went with my other idea I just couldn’t let it go- so credit for this existing goes to @pozolegirl whose prompt this is also based on ^_~ 

Anyways enjoy this last little bit of holiday cheer. ^_^ 

IT’S THE MOST PUNDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR

December 1st 9:24 p.m.

 “Do you really think these terrible lines of yours will ever work Chaton?”

Chat grinned as Ladybug once again rolled her eyes at his flirtation.

“Eventually,” he said lightly, leaning in so that their noses were almost touching.  

“How? They are terrible! Why would anyone think that combining puns and pick up lines is attractive?” She put a finger square in the middle of his chest and pushed him, flicking his bell once he was back to his original position.

“Because it’s funny. And everyone knows women love a guy with a sense of humor.”

“Aww poor Chaton. Looks like you will die alone.”

“Hey!”

“I’m just teasing minou. There must be some poor soul out there that will put up with you.”

“Are you offering?” he asked, already bracing for yet another rejection.

“Ha. Hardly.”

And there it was.

For all their flirting- and Chat would argue to his dying breath that for all her denials she was definitely flirting back- he had never managed to get past the suggestive bantering stage of his courtship. After a year and a half of attempts it was beginning to get a little disheartening.

“Come on my lady, give me a chance? One kiss. We can call it a Christmas Miracle.” He hoped his voice didn’t sound as desperately pathetic to her as it did to him.

“Ok, you want a Christmas Miracle?” she asked, giving him a serious once over, “If you can come up with one of your horrible puns that actually makes me laugh between now and Christmas eve, I will kiss you.”

“Are you serious?” he gasped.

“Yep.”

“That’s it? Just make you laugh?” he ask, waiting for some sort of impossible catch.

“With a pun.”

Ah. There it was.

“How many am I allowed to make?” he asked cautiously, already forming a plan in his mind. It was difficult certainly, but not impossible.

“As many as I can stomach I suppose,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders and giving him playful smile.

“You must really want to kiss me after all my lady,” he teased, grasping her hand in his and brining it flirtatiously to his lips.  

“No I just know that your jokes aren’t that funny. Perhaps this will teach you that as well and I can finally be free of them. It will be my Christmas present to myself.”

“We shall see, My Lady.”

Dec. 2nd 8:17am

“Alya! I need to practice hitting on you!”

“Dude!” Nino said, glaring at his best friend as he came barreling into the courtyard.”

“Not like that,” Adrien huffed, leveling his friend with an irritated scowl, “I need to know if what I am saying is funny to girls. It’s important.”

“Why can’t you just practice with me instead of hitting on my girlfriend?” Nino asked.  

“Because you think everything I say is funny,” Adrien replied, waving him off.  

“Dude, no one thinks you’re funny. Well, except Chloe and Lila, and that’s because they just hope that if they smile at you enough you will date them.”

“Yeah I figured that out already, thanks,” Adrien said sulking.

“So why can’t you just practice with me?” Nino asked again. “As your number one bro, I am insulted that my wing manning duties are being usurped.”

“Because, regardless of how much you make fun of me you still laugh at my jokes. Even if its 95% pity that still counts. I need a tougher critic.”

“What is this even about anyways?” Alya said, placing a placating hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder before he could interrupt again.

“I made a bet,” Adrien said, “a very important bet, and I need to make someone laugh between now and Christmas or I will lose. So are you guys gonna help me or not?”

“Why don’t you just memorize some good jokes?” Alya offered.

“It can’t be just any joke, it has to be a pun,” Adrien replied, sitting down on the bench beside her.

“Well you’re screwed,” Nino said.

“So much for being my number one bro,” Adrien scowled glaring, which only caused Nino to laugh harder.  

“Hey part of being a good friend is being honest, even when it hurts.”

“So Alya can you help me or not?” Adrien said giving her his best puppy eyes.

“I mean I can try but I don’t know if I am the best person to ask. I actually have a pretty high appreciation for terrible jokes.”

“It’s true, Nino added, “she howls like a hyena when we watch sit coms.”

“What the hell Nino!”

“I told you babe, honesty is an important part of any relationship,” he said, casually leaning back against the bench.  

“So Adrien, if I break up with Nino want to be my rebound relationship?” Alya said scooting away from Nino and leaning in towards Adrien with a playful wink.

“Hey!”

“Honesty is an important part of any relationship honey,” Alya said dryly, still pointedly looking away from her boyfriend.

Adrien choked down a laugh and raised an eyebrow at his grinning friend.  

“I donnow, I feel like our romance would be fated to be a tragic tale of grief and despair.”

“E tu Adrien?” Nino cried.

“This would be a rebound relationship not a romance,” Alya said. “I’m thinking 1-2 months tops of overly elaborate dates and excessively passionate lovemaking, possibly an exotic trip together that just screams emotional overcompensation, before we inevitably break up and go back to being friends.”

“Oh. Well in that case sure, sounds like a plan.”

“I hate you both so much right now,” Nino grumbled.

“Going back to your original problem though,” Alya said, “you know who would be a great person for you to ask for help? Marinette.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she hates puns. She loves to complain about this guy from work who never stops making them. If you can make her laugh you will be good to go.”

“But if she hates puns so much won’t this be a terrible idea? I mean it took almost a year to get her to talk to me without looking like she wanted to run out of the room. I don’t really want to screw that up again.”

Alya and Nino exchanged excited glances and Adrien felt a knot of nervousness forming in the pit of his stomach.

“It will be fine trust me. She will be delighted to help.”

…

Dec. 2nd 11:45pm

“So, do you think you could help me?” Adrien pleaded, hoping that his extremely vague request for assistance would be enough to enlist Marinette’s help.

“Of course I want to help. I love you- I MEAN I would love TO!” Marinette babbled, her face having gone from the rosy pink it was at the start of the conversation to a deep scarlet.

“Ok great,” Adrien sighed. “See the thing is… ok this is kinda embarrassing…” She looked at him expectantly, clearly ready to help him with whatever crazy project he was looking to take on. “I need to practice seeing if I can make you laugh. You see I made this bet and it’s really important that I win.”

“You will be great. I am sure it won’t be any trouble at all to get me to laugh,” Marinette assured him smiling brightly.

Adrien felt himself relax. As terrifying as the bet might be given the stakes, at least now he had an ally. Besides Marinette was ridiculously nice.

“Well the thing is Alya says that you hate puns-“

“p-puns?”

“-and the catch is that it can’t be any joke it has to be a pun.”

Marinette paled, her eyes going wide and her jaw dropping in shock.

“puns… YOU have to… a bet… with puns?”

Well it looked like Alya hadn’t been kidding about her dislike of puns. Adrien felt his own cheeks going warm at the likely hours of torture he was going to have to inflict on his poor friend.

“Yeah, I have from now until Christmas Eve to come up with something-“

“Ch-christmas… oh god…” Marinette staggered back a few paces looking at him like she had never seen him before.

“-and Alya mentioned that you hate puns-“ Adrien continued guiltily, wondering if this entire plan had been a horrible mistake.

“this can’t be happening,” Marinette muttered under her breath.

“-so she thought that you would be the perfect person to practice on.” Adrien finished, his hand going nervously to the back of his neck as he watched Marinette take several deep calming breaths.

“Marinette are you ok?” he ask, wondering if he should just tell her that this entire thing had been a prank and that she should forget all about it before running away as fast as he could manage.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine, its fine. Everything is fine. It’s just a coincidence that’s all. A really funny coincidence.” She gave him an awkward smile.

“What is?” he asked confused.

“OH there is this guy, uh, from work, and I kinda made a bet with him that he couldn’t make me laugh before Christmas either,” Marinette said, giving him a strange probing look. “I was just surprised that I would find myself having a similar conversation with… well… you.”

Adrien let out a soft sigh of relief, she wasn’t upset, thank god.

“Oh, right, the guy Alya said you hate.”

Marinette choked, her face once again going a brilliant shade of red.

“I don’t hate him! He’s a great guy. I just don’t… I mean didn’t… want to encourage him.”

“Well this will be good practice for both of us I guess,” Adrien said sheepishly, hoping that he hadn’t completely destroyed his friendship with Marinette with this latest harebrained scheme to woo over his Lady.

“Yeah, it will definitely be a learning experience,” Marinette replied with an enigmatic smile.

…

 December 6th 3:57 pm

Adrien sat with his elbows propped against the library table where he had been practicing his latest round of puns with Marinette. Thus far he had had no success even getting her to crack a smile, she had simply sat at listened like there would be a test on the subject later. It didn’t bode well for his patrol tonight with Ladybug. Oh well. He had time, and this was their first attempt. He gave Marinette an encouraging smile as he pried for information about her own pun related wager.

“So he has a crush on you?” “Kinda? I don’t think it’s very serious, he’s just a total flirt,” she said softly, not meeting his eyes.

“What makes you think he isn’t serious?” Adrien asked curiously.

“He flirts with puns,” she moaned, rolling her eyes in an endearingly agitated gesture, and Adrien couldn’t resist a soft laugh.

“I would think that would mean he is more serious,” he said tilting his head thoughtfully.  

“Why is that?”

“Well, the only people you tell puns to are people you either really hate, or really like. Because either you are trying to make them angry, or you are trying to get them to like you even at your most pathetic.”

Marinette’s mouth quirked in surprise and she gave him a soft, fond smile.

“Are you speaking from personal experience?” she asked, fixing him with a stare that made his heart speed up in an uncomfortable staccato.

“Maybe.” He was the one who looked away.

“Well you’re telling me puns,” she stated flirtatiously. Since when did Marinette flirt? “So do you really like me or really hate me?”

“We are practicing.” Adrien said flatly, hoping that the heat he felt across his skin wasn’t as visible as it felt.

“I’m just teasing,” Marinette laughed.

Adrien felt like an idiot. It wasn’t her fault that he couldn’t handle her innocent flirtations. They were friends for God’s sake! Friend’s flirted all the time. Alya flirted with him regularly, heck so did Nino! Why should it matter that this was Marinette? Marinette with her too wide smiles and adorable freckles and… he was getting off topic.

He was a suave, handsome, intelligent, millionaire supermodel/superhero. He was NOT about to fall apart over a little platonic flirting. He fixed a playful smile on his face and channeled his inner Chat Noir.

“If I had to choose, I would have to go with really like you. It was a close call though. After all, I don’t know if I could really be close to someone who doesn’t appreciate my amazing sense of humor.” He gave her a wink and Marinette burst into peals of delighted laughter.

He ignored the way the sound made the muscles in his gut clench.

“No wonder you have so few friends,” she said, but her expression softened into a look of infinite fondness.

“Ouch. That hurts Marinette. Right here.”

“I’m just teasing and you know it.”

“Nope. I am grievously offended. I shall be in an ill humor all day,” he said, unable to resist the playful banter that seemed to make her entire face light up in happy delight.

“You’re humor is always ill,” she said, her eyes shining.  

Adrien leaned in across the table, with a smirk.

“Your lack of support sickens me.”

“Oh no.”

“I feel like my heart has been transplanted.”

“I brought this on myself didn’t I?” Marinette moaned burying her face in her arms.

“How will I put up with this cancerous friendship?”

“Still not funny.”

“My optometrist thinks my humor is visionary.”

“I think your funny bone is broken.”

…

Dec. 6th 10:28pm

“Really My Lady? Not even a giggle?”

“I think you had better keep practicing Chaton.”

“Be warned Buginette, I have found someone to help me in my quest, someone who had agreed to help me discover the perfect pun no matter how long it takes.”

Ladybug simply smiled knowingly. “Lucky girl.”

…

Dec. 13th 3:55 pm

“Oh God, Adrien! I think your puns are getting worse…”

“Say it isn’t sew!”

“Just kill me now.” “But Marinette, these jokes are tailored just for you! Haven’t you noticed a pattern?”

“You are so lucky I like you.”

“So it would seam.”

“Are you seriously going to spend the entire day making fashion and sewing puns?”

“I thought it was fitting. Besides, after our last session my supply of generic puns has been de-pleat-ed.”

“And I thought the bakery puns were the lowest we could get. Are any of these comedy masterpieces working on your mystery girl?”

“Sadly she is still proving about as hard to crack as you are. But I am optimistic that I will be successful with a few alterations. How are things going with your co-worker?”

“He’s having about as much success as you are.”

“Maybe he just needs to pin down what you like instead of skirting around the subject.”

“I donnow, he might get there eventually if he keep needling.”

“Damn, why didn’t I think of that one.”

…

Dec.19th 11:27pm

“Still nothing?”

“Sorry Chaton, looks like you still need to keep working.”

“You know my poor friend is getting tortured daily helping me with this project. Can’t you just give me a laugh for her sake? Put the poor girl out of her misery?”

“I have a feeling that she can take care of herself. Better luck next time Minou.”

…

Dec. 24th 10:19am.

“I am so screwed aren’t I?”

“Who knows? You might get lucky? And for what it’s worth I think you are getting better. Even if puns are still the worst possible form of humor.”

“Well, no matter what happens, this is the last day. Thanks for everything Marinette.” Adrien said, handing her a steaming hot chocolate from the park vendor. “I honestly don’t know how you’ve managed to put up with me for all of this but… it really means a lot to me. You’re… you’re pretty amazing.”

Marinette blushed, giving him a shy smile before taking a long blissful sip of her chocolate. “It was my pleasure Adrien.”

“Even with all the puns?”

“Even with the puns. There is a lot more to you than I realized and I just want to say that… well… I’m glad. Really, really glad.”

Adrien could feel himself flush at the compliment and tried to hide his own flattered smile behind his own peppermint chocolate.

“Well thanks again for meeting with me over the holiday, I guess I’m as ready as I am gonna be.”

“You’re going to be fine.” She said softly, her own cheeks glowing a soft pink that made her freckles stand out even more prominently across her pale skin.

“Well I should probably go,” Adrien said, wondering distractedly if her eyes had always been such an intense shade of blue.

“Right.”

Neither of them moved for several seconds, their breath creating clouds of steam in the air around them. Marinette licked her lips unconsciously and Adrien felt his whole body leaning forward at the tempting gesture.

“Right! Well I guess I’ll see you at Nino’s party in a few days,” Adrien said, “later!” He turned and began walking away before he could do anything stupid.

“Hey Adrien!” she called after him. “Yeah?” he looked back over his shoulder. “What would you say if I told you that I like you?” she asked with a nervous smile, bouncing a little on her toes.

“I like you to,” he said fondly.  

“No, I mean like… if I told you that I have a crush on you?” she said, not dropping her gaze.

“Oh.” Adrien could swear that the air had just been forcibly removed from his lungs.

“Yeah,” she laughed.

“Oh,” he said again stupidly.

“I’m not saying that I do,” she added hurriedly, her shimmering blue eyes still unwaveringly locked on his own, “I’m just saying if I did… if let’s say after Christmas I asked you if you wanted to go see a movie, or get coffee, or something…”

“Wow… um… I… I don’t …”

“This is all hypothetically of course,” she grinned that large, crooked, awkward grin that he had always found so insanely cute.

“Of- of course,” he swallowed.  

“Since you will probably have a girlfriend by then.”

He raised his eyebrow skeptically. Regardless of his efforts, he had thus far yet to come close to making either of the girls in his life laugh with his ridiculous puns.

Marinette ignored him and continued.

“But, you know, in some other universe where you didn’t, where this other girl didn’t exist. If I ask you out on a date, what do you think you would say?”

Adrien could barely think over the sound of the blood rushing in his ears. His mind seemed to be caught on an endless loop of what if, what if what if…

“It’s… it’s hard to say really. I mean I like you, a lot,” he managed to stammer out at last.

“Hypothetically,” she said teasingly.

“Right Hypothetically. And hypothetically… I mean, I wouldn’t want you to just be some kind of rebound. Cause while a couple of months of- how did Alya describe it? Elaborate dating coupled with excessively passionate lovemaking before the inevitable break up?- With you… well most of that sounds pretty fantastic I am not going to lie, but… you deserve better than a guy who’s trying to get over some other girl. And hypothetically I don’t think getting rejected would just make those feelings go away.”

“And what if, hypothetically, I said I didn’t mind? That I know all of that, and was willing to take that risk?”

Adrien wondered if the world had somehow come to a hault, if they were trapped in some sort of timeless bubble. He was sure that his heart had stopped, that his blood was frozen in his veins as he stood at this unexpected crossroads.

He knew what he should say- let her down gently, keep their friendship safe and secure in light of his own hopeless pining. Everything he had said was true. She deserved better. She deserved someone who would adore her the way she deserved to be adored without the complications and baggage of an unattainable and undying crush on someone else. Someone who by necessity he couldn’t completely walk away from even if he wanted to.

But as he stared into her shining, hopeful face, he couldn’t do the right thing. Just this once he wanted to be selfish.

“Well…” he breathed, unable to stop the words from spilling from his lips, “In that case… I guess… I would say yes.”

“Oh,” she said softly, her awestruck expression the most brilliant thing he had ever seen.  

“Hypothetically,” he added, his own mouth curving into a soft smile.

“Right,” she grinned taking a hesitant step forward and absently adjusting his scarf, “But hypothetically if you didn’t already have a girlfriend-”

“Potential girlfriend-”

She gave him a playful glare and yanked on the end of the scarf.

“If you didn’t already have a girlfriend, you would… you wouldn’t mind…”

He reached up and caught her hand in his, she froze her face flushing as she leaned ever so slightly towards him. With his other hand he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her hair.

“If it wasn’t for her, I probably would have asked you out ages ago,” he said softly. “Hypothetically.”

“Hypothetically.”

He gave her hand a light squeeze and then, with a monumental effort, stepped away, heading back towards the entrance to the park.

“Hey Adrien?” she called again, when he had almost reached the end of the path.

“Yeah?”

“Good luck. I have a really good feeling that things are going to work out,” she gave him a jaunty salute not unlike the one he often used as Chat Noir. He chuckled lightly at the irony.

“Well that makes one of us.”

“Have some faith, it’s Christmas after all. Even puns seem shiny and new,” she shouted out teasingly.

“Well it is the most punderful time of the year,” he shot back with a grin.

Marinette just stared at him for a second before she burst out into peals of laughter, her eyes shining with genuine delight and her cheeks still stained a soft pink.

His traitorous heart skipped a beat.

“Hey I finally made you laugh,” he called, unable to take his eyes off of the lovely girl in front of him.

“It’s a Christmas miracle,” Marinette replied with a grin, playfully reaching up and playing with her pigtails.

Adrien could feel his cheeks burning, and for the first time a small voice in the back of his mind whispered that perhaps losing this bet wouldn’t be such a terrible thing.

That thought alone was enough to make him rush from the park in panic, calling out a hurried goodbye to Marinette as he sprinted away, the sound of her laugher still echoing in his ears.

 …

Dec. 24th 11:00pm

 “So my Lady, how are you this fine Christmas eve?” Chat Noir said, desperately hoping that he wasn’t going to throw up due to his nervousness. He sidled up to Ladybug who had already made herself quit comfortable at their pre-determined meeting place.

“Actually I have had a pretty spectacular day so far,” she smiled, stretching her legs out in an innocently playful gesture that made his mouth go dry. “I got the answer to a question I’ve been wondering about for a pretty long time.”

“Oh? And what would that be?” he asked, his attention still locked in the teenaged boy haze of her unconscious posturing. How was it that she managed to seem more attractive every time he saw her?

“I’ll tell you later. Besides aren’t you supposed to be dazzling me with your wit?” she teased.

Chat cleared his throat and focused back on the task at hand. He had a bet to try and win. This was not the time to be getting distracted. Not even by his lady’s ridiculously well-toned legs.

“Make no mistake My Lady, I have come prepared. I guarantee that before this night is through you will see the true greatness of my punny humor.”

Ladybug gave him a sly smile and scooted a little closer.

“Well,” she said grinning, “it is the most punderful time of the year.”

“What… no! You can’t say that!” Chat cried, “I was going to say that and you were supposed to laugh and-“

He was cut off as Ladybug’s lips covered his own.

It was like the entire world had ground to a screeching hault. She was kissing him! She was kissing HIM!

“Silly kitty,” she gave him another gentle peck against his lips before pulling away, “you already did.”

“Wait wha…” he stammered, his brain trying desperately to reorient itself after their kiss. It didn’t help that Ladybug had cuddled into his side, her head resting on his shoulder as she nuzzled her nose into his neck.

Not that he was complaining mind you, but it was making it very difficult to think.

“I love you Adrien,” she sighed, lifting her head and placing a feather light kiss against his jaw.  

“What? But- How!”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she continued to leave a trail of kisses up the side of his face.

“I love everything about you,” she said between kisses, “Even your stupid terrible jokes. I’m just so happy that it’s you.”

She met his lips again and this time he was able to rally himself enough to wrap his arms around her, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss. She nibbled questioningly on his lower lip and he let out a soft moan of pleasure, melting into her.

When they finally broke the kiss he squeezed her tightly to his chest, not even caring about the hows or the whens… she was here, with him. She loved him. Did anything else even matter?

“I love you too. So much,” he sighed, burying his face into her neck.

“Merry Christmas Adrien.”

“Merry Christmas my Lady.”

For the next few minutes there were no words, only the sound of two hearts beating amidst the occasional quiet gasps for air as they kissed in the moonlight.

Adrien took back every harsh thought he had ever had about Nino’s longwinded ramblings about the merits of kissing. Kissing was fantastic. If anything Nino hadn’t done it enough justice. Or maybe it was just that he was finally kissing his Lady, and as in so many other things she simply exceeded normal expectations.

Eventually though they had to break apart, smiling and breathing heavily.

“So… If I were to ask you out on a date after Christmas, would you say yes?” she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Of course. Although our choices might be a little limited give the whole secret identity thing. Well at least on your part,” he laughed.

“What if I said that we didn’t have to keep everything a secret anymore? No masks, just us. The real us. What if I told you that I could meet you for coffee? You know, hypothetically.”

She gazed up at him flirtatiously as the familiar words clicked in his mind.

“…Marinette?”

There was a flash of pink light and her transformation melted away revealing an extremely satisfied and prettily made up Marinette. Clearly she had planned this entire thing from the beginning.

“Hello Kitty,” she said shyly. She wrung her hands together, a soft blush gracing her features, and for the first time Adrien realized that she must have been just as terrified as he had been this whole time.  

“Oh thank god.”

  “You are a monster my Lady.”

“What?” Marinette pulled away slightly to stare at him, her eyes narrowed suspiciously at his playful chiding.

“I am serious,” Adrien said, trying and failing to maintain a serious expression, “do you have any idea that kind of torture you put me through today? I’ve been an absolute wreck.”

“And that is my fault?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ll have you know that I was fully prepared to throw in the towel and give up on you-“

“oh really?”

“-let you run off with the classmate you were clearly smitten over-“

“Which was you by the way-“

“And accept that we would never be anything more than friends.”

“You already told me this as Marinette you realize.”

“Meanwhile my stunningly beautiful and incredible classmate tells me that she has a crush on me-“

“hypothetically.”

“-and wants to date me-“

“again hypothetically.”

“-leaving me wracked with guilt and confusion for the whole afternoon! Because here I was getting excited, excited mind you, at the idea of you turning me down, because then I could date Marinette. After months upon months of being hopelessly in love with you. What sort of a terrible person did that make me? Crushing on two girls at the same time. And here you were the same person this whole time, and you just let me suffer in ignorance.”

“Aw poor kitty.”

“Like I said my Lady, a monster,” he sighed dramatically.  

“You’re right, I am a horrible beast. However shall I make it up to you?”

“I demand 100 kisses in apology.”

“Ok,” she laughed, snuggling contentedly into his embrace.

“And a box of macarons.”

…

 December 25th 1:35am

The two heroes sat atop the forward ledge of Norte Dame, occasionally waving down at the crowd that had begun emerging from the Christmas Vigil service. Neither had wanted to go home after their revelation and this was the first excuse that had come to mind.

Chat planted a playful kiss on Ladybugs cheek eliciting an excited cry from the crowd below.

“You know, I think that it’s appropriate that we got together at Christmas,” he said entwining his fingers with hers and delighting at the soft blush that stained her cheeks in response.

“Why is that?” she said, still looking down and waiving to the crowd.

“Well it’s a nice parallel to when we first really became friends,” he said casually, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“As Ladybug and Chat Noir?” she said, finally looking at him with a confused expression.

“No as Marinette and Adrien,” he said, holding in his laughter at her look of absolute bafflement.

“What does that have to do with Christmas?” she asked suspiciously.

“Don’t you remember all the rain dear? Get it Reindeer…” Chat broke into a Cheshire grin as Ladybug groaned, letting her head fall against his shoulder in pretend misery.

“Oh God, this is my life now isn’t it?” she stated resignedly.

“You know you love me,” he said softly, gently cupping her chin and tilting her face to meet his adoring gaze.

“Yes. I really do.”

The crowd around Notre Dame Cathedral let out a triumphant cheer as the two heroes shared a long, lingering kiss.

FIN                                                        

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NOTE: I originally published this collection of memories on February 12, 2004. It mostly consists of input from people who knew or knew of Clyde Beatty. 

NOTE X 2: I mentioned on Facebook that I’d recently observed a Clyde Beatty Exhibit or Museum in a Bainbridge storefront. A friend sent me this link to the exhibit and its hours of operation. Click HERE.

Bainbridge’s Clyde Beatty

My wife is a black and white game show addict. During the night, when she can’t sleep, she often watches old reruns of What’s My Line, I’ve Got A Secret, etc. When she sees something that I may be interested in, she will frequently record it for me. Last night she was watching a rerun of What’s My Line and the featured “Mr. X” turned out to be Bainbridge’s own Clyde Beatty. If you’re too young to remember Clyde, he was a renowned animal trainer who appeared in several movies and with the Clyde Beatty-Cole Brothers Circus for many years. I did a little Internet snooping and came up with the following information:

Clyde Beatty was a renowned circus owner and animal trainer known for his daring stunts involving wild beasts. He appeared in several adventure serials and feature films during the ’30s, ’40s, and ’50s. ~ Sandra Brennan, All Movie Guide

Clyde Beatty Facts: Date of birth, June 10, 1903 Place of birth, Chillicothe, Ohio Date of death, July 19, 1965 Place of death, Ventura, California Cause of death, cancer

Clyde Beatty’s Movie Career: (1953) Perils of the Jungle (1949/1952) Abbott and Costello Double Feature – Africa Screams/ Jack and the Beanstalk (1949) Africa Screams (1936) Darkest Africa (1934) The Lost Jungle Vol 2. Chapters 7-12 (1934) The Lost Jungle Vol 1. Chapters 1-6 (1934) The Lost Jungle Besides movies, Clyde Beatty also appeared in a series of radio programs aimed at children. Titles include: C04241 # 1 The Devil Cat

2 Crisis On The Set

C04242 # 3 Danger Unrehearsed

4 Elephant Stampede

C04243 # 5 Cage Boy

6 Man Eater Of Burma

C04244 # 7 Tiger Escape

8 The Juju Stones

C04245 # 9 Beauty And The Beast #10 Leopard On The Loose

C04246 #11 Dangerous Ambition #12 Contest In Danger

C04254 #33 Daniel In The Lion’s Den #34 Kodiak Killer

C04255 #35 Amazon Adventure #36 Brush With Death

C04256 #37 Land Of The Giants #38 Death In Stateroom B

C04257 #39 The Flying Politos #40 Baquiri Bravery C04260 #45 Mystery Island #46 Wombo’s Strange Pet

C04261 #47 Oklahoma Hoax #48 Arabian Nightmare C04247 #17 Never Trust A Gilly #18 Zombie

C04248 #19 For Children Only #20 The Bear

C04249 #21 The Princess And The Tigress #22 Time Off For Trouble

C04250 #25 Ghost Cat Of Guatemala #26 The King Of Clowns

C04251 #27 The Fabulous Ike #28 Danger In The Deep

C04252 #29 The White Rogue Of Siam #30 The Wild Man From Borneo

C04253 #31 The Marvelous Marvins #32 Jungle Joe C04258 #41 Borneo Devil Beast #42 Caine Courage

C04259 #43 Jungle Medico #44 The Lost City C04263 #51 Adventure In Australia #52 Tiger Town C04262 #49 Hold That Tiger #50 In Search Of A Myth

Evidence exists that there was also a series of Clyde Beatty comic books.

Clyde Beatty’s son, Clyde Junior, has made a name for himself as a designer and builder of quality surfboards in California. To honor his father, several of his designs are named after dad or one of dad’s cats.

Clyde Beatty Circus: The Clyde Beatty Circus was founded by Clyde Beatty (1903-1965), an animal trainer. He formed his own circus in 1945 after touring with several circuses including Hagenbeck-Wallace in his early career. Beatty toured his circus in conjunction with Russell Brothers Pan-Pacific Circus in 1946, then decided to open a show under his name only. In 1956, the circus was sold to the Acme Circus Corporation, and Beatty was hired as a star attraction. In 1957, the Acme Circus Corporation acquired the Cole Bros. name and the show became Clyde Beatty-Cole Bros. Circus. Beatty remained the star of the show until his death in 1965.

I found this email exchange (dated 7/3/03) about Beatty on an Internet bulletin board. Question: Does anyone know anything about his origins/ethnic background/real name. His own son thinks that the name is made-up and is not sure of who he might have been really. Death certificates, etc. don’t have any father listed, as is usual. Any ideas? Answer: Clyde Beatty is his REAL name, he was born in Bainbridge, Ross County, Ohio….he is the son of Margaret Beatty Tong, his half-sister Madelyn Tong still lives in Bainbridge.. his mother and my grandfather are brother and sister…email me and I will share what info that I have…

Clyde Beatty is buried in Forrest Lawn Cemetery in Los Angeles. I found this photo of his tomb on the Internet.

The Clyde Beatty-Cole Bros. Circus still exists and has recently been the target of several animal rights activist groups. in August 2003 they were the subject of a suit involving the expulsion of a protester from one of their shows in NYC. I’ll let you decide how serious the charges are, but there exists a multitude of charges against the Cole Bros. circus, as well as most others who maintain troops of animals.

Here’s a bulletin board posting from a person who was an assistant to Clyde Beatty:

Posted by Roger Smith on January 28, 2004: I first saw Clyde Beatty in person in 1947, in Tyler, Texas. I was 4, and remember nothing else about the circus except him. I became his assistant and apprentice in 1964, and have researched him throughout my life. I was surprised to find AFRICA SCREAMS had slipped into the public domain, and anyone can sell copies. But I have a good one. Beatty’s wry observation about Costello’s on-set prank of throwing pies into everyone’s face, except Beatty’s was, “The little bum didn’t dare.” Lucky for Lou. Mr. Beatty was likable but unassailable.

FEEDBACK

Your list of Clyde’s movies includes “The Lost Jungle” twice, and omits “Ring of Fear” (1954), “Here Comes the Circus” (1946) and “Cat College” (1940). Curiously, the Internet Movie Database imdb.com only credits Clyde as a technical advisor on “Ring of Fear”, although he gets top billing. Of little interest to the general public, Bro. Beatty was a Freemason, initiated into Craftsman Lodge No. 521, Detroit.

Trevor W. McKeown, GH, [ admin@freemasonry.bcy.ca ], 2007

From: Donaldwilldew@wmconnect.com Sent: Wednesday, April 18, 2007, 12:07 PM

Subject: Armstrong-Beatty relationship

Dear Sir: My Great Grandmother Myrtle (Cork) Armstrong, born and raised in Bainbridge, almost raised Clyde Beatty as a young man and was best friends with my Grandfather, Tom Armstrong in Bainbridge. After a long trip, he would spend Sunday evenings with the family for dinner. My Mother (still alive and daughter of Tom) said he would take off his shirt and there was not a place on his back without a scar from claw marks. My Best Regards, Don Dewey, Saint Augustine, Florida.

From: Lori Badry [ mailto:lbadry@peru.k12.in.us ] Sent: Sunday, August 19, 2007, 11:55 PM

What are Clyde’s ties to Peru, Indiana?

From: Bob Good [ mailto:goodcir@ptd.net ] Sent: Tuesday, August 07, 2007 2:40 PM

Subject: comic book

I have one he gave me. There were definitely comic books.

I just found this website and decided I should tell a little about Clyde Beatty. Roger Smith, Dave Price, and others knew my Dad and knew of his close friendship with Clyde. He used to stay at our home in the 1950s and ’60s while showing in Allentown. It was always a great occasion to have Clyde around. He was a peppy, upbeat type of guy when he was around us. I was a teenager at that time and I used to bet on fights with Clyde. He loved sports.

My Dad became friends with Clyde in the ’20s when he was on the Hagenbeck Wallace show. They were both the same age and Clyde enjoyed visiting my grandfather’s drug store and eating ice cream. Harriet and Jane were both friends of my parents. I have a picture of Clyde holding me at about a year or so in the backyard of his show. That is the first show I ever saw so they say!

If you would like more information perhaps from time to time I can tell some Clyde Beatty stories. Bob Good [ mailto:goodcir@ptd.net ] 2007

Clyde was born in the home of Dr. John Little of Cynthiana. His mother was a domestic worker. My wife, a granddaughter of Dr. Little Jr., heard this from her grandmother. Mother and child left shortly afterward. Your picture of Clyde is a dead ringer for my father – in – law. John S Pelzer, 2007, [ John.S.Pelzer@usa.dupont.com ]

Hello, I enjoyed seeing your website on Clyde Beatty. I hope you can clear up something from one of my earliest memories. My dad took me to see Clyde Beatty sometime between 1949 and 1953 in Tacoma, Washington. My memory is that he was attacked by one of his cats that day, bloodied a bit, but he got up to control the cat, get it through the gate and turned to take a bow before leaving for treatment. A couple of guys helped him by prodding the cat with poles, but he got up to resume control. Did this happen, or did I imagine it? I don’t recall whether the lion or the tiger was the troublemaker. I was about 4 or 5. If you can clear up this mystery for me, I’d be most grateful.

Sincerely,

Bill Ransom, billransom@hotmail.com, http://www.sfwa.org/members/ransom 8/2/05

Hello, Clyde Beatty is the son of Margaret Beatty Tong, late of Bainbridge, Ohio. My grandfather Charles Beatty Sr. was a brother to Margaret. I spent many a time looking at pics of Clyde taken with his famous cats at my Dad’s Uncle Frank’s house, Frank is Margaret & Charles brother. Margaret was very secretive over who Clyde’s father was. Those in the family who knew would never reveal his identity. I was always proud to tell people that Clyde Beatty was my cousin. I have been in correspondence with Mr. Smith who was his assistant, who stated he was one of the finest men he ever the privilege of knowing. I do remember meeting Clyde one time when I was a young girl growing up in Greenfield., when he visited his Uncle Frank & Aunt Velma Beatty who resided on Milburn St. If in my research of the Beatty family I turn up any more info on Clyde Beatty I will gladly share it. Thanks. Karen Beatty Gander goose8@cox.net 2/13/04

It was either 1947 or 1948. I was working at a radio station in Billings, MT (my first job out of college) when the Clyde Beatty-Cole Bros. Circus came to town. Since we were the local radio station most visiting organizations came to the station for a publicity interview. Since I was the announcer on duty that day the chore fell on me to conduct the interview. Well, knowing of Clyde Beatty and being from Greenfield I jumped at the chance. I met Clyde in the studio about 15 minutes before we were to go on the air just to get acquainted with one another. And I asked him where he was from and he told me he was from Chillicothe, Ohio. I looked at him and said that I thought he was from Bainbridge and got a very startled reaction from him. I then told him I was from Greenfield and we had a great interview then and there. We discovered we mutually knew several families in the Bainbridge-Greenfield area and I also told him that we were probably very distant cousins. My Great-Grandmother (Maria Beatty McCann) was from Bainbridge also. This episode is one of the many highlights in my radio and television career and one I had cherished throughout the years. Thanks for the article on Clyde Beatty. Robert McCann Zeeck robzeeck@msn.com 2/13/04

We published a full-length article on Clyde Beatty in the July-August 2002 issue of Timeline, the Ohio Historical Society’s popular-history magazine. The article also features numerous illustrations. For more information, contact timeline@ohiohistory.org or visit the OHS Website: http://www.ohiohistory.org. Christopher S. Duckworth, cduckwor@columbus.rr.com 2/28/04

Hello and a question,

My name is Steve and I live in Santa Cruz California. I can’t tell you how impressed I was with your web page and quality of your research on Clyde Beatty.

I got to see his act and his circus 5-6 times in the late ’50s and early ’60s at Palisades Amusement Park in NJ, near Manhattan.

I would like to share an anecdote that occurred, in a promotional effort. It is very impressive. In approximately 1956, Clyde’s circus would perform on the parking lot of Palisades Amusement Park in the spring. It coincided with the Ringling Brothers Circus in Madison Sq. Garden in midtown Manhattan. In a publicity stunt, Palisades Amusement Park’s PR guy connected with a publicity stunt: They had an elephant water ski (on pontoons, pulled by a high-speed craft, and had a showgirl on its back) across the Hudson River to 42nd street and up to the George Washington Bridge.

I have interviewed the PR guy almost 12 times, he is 79 and at this point, a warm friend. He was convinced it was 1956, and the date was April 17, the opening day for Major League baseball. Well, in lieu of him opening his records in storage, this is an incorrect date. Life Magazine apparently bought the photo from International News Photos or from the NY Daily Mirror.

I contacted the Bergen Record and every Life/Look magazine for 1956. It is not this year.

Do you know anything about this water skiing elephant? Can you direct me to someone who might pull out some archives on it or has a passion for Clyde Beatty as we do?

I am most appreciative, I can share all the details for your web page at any time. I am in need of a date and a picture of it for my project. Thanks.

Steve Balbo, steven_balbo@hotmail.com 6/28/2004

Hi, I enjoyed your piece on Clyde Beatty. I was a circus billposter for nine years in my youth and spent four of those years on the advance of the Clyde Beatty-Cole Bros Circus 1960-1963. I wonder if you might have seen our exhibit when my wife and I brought part of our Clyde Beatty collection to the Fall Festival of Leaves in Bainbridge five times (1978, 1979, 1984, 1986 and 1988)?

I am attaching a couple of pictures of our little collection here at home. We wanted to move to Bainbridge years ago and open a museum but unfortunately, neither of us could find a job near there. This was in the late 1970s when the area was very depressed.

I am happy to see that you have Mr. Beatty’s birth date correct. Many writers list it wrong, but I wrote his mother back in the 1950s and she said he was born June 10, 1903. But, he was born in Bainbridge rather than Chillicothe. The stories written about him often said Chillicothe, I assume because they thought most people wouldn’t recognize the name, Bainbridge.

Anyway, thanks for the nice article. I like to see Mr. Beatty remembered; so many have forgotten him.

Regards,

Dave Price, 12/06/2004

Clyde Beatty – Bainbridge’s King of the Big Top! NOTE: I originally published this collection of memories on February 12, 2004. It mostly consists of input from people who knew or knew of Clyde Beatty.