#and y'all were NOT lying about the table scene. goddamn.

[the-lisechen]

idky people are saying s2 of the bear is bad, i'm on e9 and this rules. i mean, i can see why people would be annoyed, but just a few off the cuff observations

-fuck carmy tho. bro needs to get his shit together

- i do not know what they're trying to do with claire. obviously it's good that someone loves carmen, but why do they have this set up as a binary choice between that and the restaurant? are we supposed to like her? not like her? think she's good for carmy? think she's terrible?

-(i am reflexively not a fan of claire, being a sidcarmy person forever, but i'm not sure how it reads to an outside observer)

-marcus! his journey to europe! THE DESSERTS. wonderful side quest, wonderful idea to give him a whole episode. excellent worked

-richie. richie! RICHIEEEEE. i love him. i adore this perpetual fuckup. i love that he found his spot. i knew at least twenty guys exactly like him.

-chicago. i miss it every day, i miss it in my blood. i think i knew exactly where everything was for each shot, and it killed me. excellent work, guys.

-loved loved LOVED carmy getting stuck in the walk in and everyone immediately stepping up to run the restaurant. absolutely stellar. loved richie throwing 'i love you' in the middle of his rant. that felt very real to me.

syd! suffered more than jesus, exceedingly patient about it. the omelette! that was everything.

not even going into carmen's mom. awful. awful.

on the whole, really enjoyed it. i loved, so much, that people were open and honest about their feelings. i love that on some level this is a show about love, and how it saves us and how it really, really doesn't.

[rattyships]

A prison life for me

Alternate title - Inspiration is stored in the Yancy. Wanted to whip up a ficlet to get some ideas out my head. This is about readers first day in the prison where Yancy slowly falls in love. Also wanted to give some personality to the other inmates (they all like teasing him but they do it out of love).

relationship: Yancy x reader 1526 words

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   “They got you pretty good huh Yance!”

    “Ah shut up Bam Bam” Spat Yancy at his cellmate. He was right though. Yancy pawed at the plasters on his face and winced at the stinging of the oncoming bruises. He doesn’t understand how y/n was able to beat him up so easily. They were a small little thing but were able to land some really good hits on him, and he’s a seasoned brawler. “Must’ve gotten lucky”.

    “Don’t kid yourself dude, you got roughed up.” Bam Bam approached his buff friend and gave him a bro-like slap on the back, “Don’t work yourself up over this loss pal. Besides, they said they wanted to join us! That’s a catch, right?”

    Yancy thought back to the moment. The way your face lit up as you shook his hand in solidarity, sporting a huge grin despite having some injuries from your fight. It made him feel… odd and fuzzy in a weird way. The way you smiled, it made him wanna protect it. Make sure you kept smiling. You were so… cute… and it made him pout like a toddler. “Eahh whatevers.” He announced, brushing the thought away. “Let’s get grub before lunchtime is up”

    You were sat on a small round table in the echo-y cafeteria, finding yourself nearly overwhelmed with how many people decided to sit with you. You weren’t complaining though, you’d quickly learnt so much about the family’s life in this prison.

    “I’ve never seen Yancy change his mind about deciding to help someone so quickly” chuckled tiny. Her voice was low and smooth, but not aggressive, almost like the tone of an older sister. “Do you think he likes ‘em?”

    Sparkles McGee let out a cackle, which made you jump considering he was sitting directly to your right hand side. “Maybe!” He turned to you, “He’s been practicing that musical number for a while just so you know. He’s probably overjoyed that someone was so enamoured by it” he said in his nasally voice.

    You giggled, thinking back to how star-struck you must’ve looked when Yancy was performing for you. “You gotta admit that one doesn’t expect a serenade when they first get to prison”.

    Sparkles responded, “yeah but that’s why we love 'im! He’s a big old musical-loving softie behind his tough act.” He leaned in, getting way too close to your face, “What do you think of him y/n? Because I think he’s quite fond of you~”

    You blushed at the thought, “a-ah cmon guys! I mean…” You thought back to your introduction. You hadn’t been expecting to see anyone like him here at all, but you were kind of grateful considering you had lost Mark here pretty quickly. The way Yancy lead you round the building during his performance was pretty magical. Plus, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome as hell. “He’s really sweet. I see why you’re so fond of him”. Your response made some of the others wiggle their eyebrows at each other. What was this, the goddamn school ground?

    “Speak of the devil.” Boomed the voice of Jimmy the pickle. This caused everyone to turn their head to the entrance, as Yancy and Bam Bam made their way into the Cafeteria.

    “Hey there y'all!” Said Bam, pulling up another small round table and two chairs for him and Yancy, because there was really no other room. “How goes?”

    Yancy paused before he sat down, looking round at his family all smiling next to y/n. This reeks of potential embarrassment. “Youse wasn’t gossiping about me now was youse?” He asked with a gentle smirk.

    “What do YOU think, Yancy-Pants?” Teased tiny, flashing him a smile laced with evil. She lifted her legs so she was sitting cross legged on the small wooden prison chair. “We just learning more about y/n. We think you made a good decision about letting them hang with us.”

    Yancy turned to you with a satisfied smile on his face, “I’m glad youse think so! Youse guys know I trust youses judgement more than anyone else”. He plopped down in his chair as the other members of the family started talking amongst themselves, creating a bit of white noise for you to talk through. “What about youse y/n? Hope you don’t feel too overwhelmed here”.

    You gave him a soft smile that seemed to wipe the visible worry in his face. “Don’t worry about it Yancy, I’m having a great time”. You studied his features again now that he’s sitting close to you. He has a strong jaw with a neat amount of stubble, and his hair has this wet slicked back quality to it. He was so pretty it was unfair. You also noticed the cuts and plasters. “I hope you’re doing okay - didn’t mean to rough you up that badly”.

    Yancys pout from earlier came back, “Youse didn’t! This is a par for the course when youse is in prison! I bet I’m still stronger than youse”.

    Tiny overheard that last part, and scoffed. “Yeah? Then prove it baby face”. She leant over and whispered something to you, and you smiled at her suggestion. You plopped your arm up on the table as if offering an arm wrestle, and the others let out a big cheer. Yancy chuckled, “Youse serious?”. There was no way he was losing this. “Youse sure about this sweetcheeks?”. You felt yourself falter at the nickname, but gave him a firm nod. You knew you were unlikely to win considering Yancys arm strength. You were only able to win your earlier fight because of your quick reaction times and dodges, you didn’t have much brute strength. But now you knew the family were on your side and were trying to cheer Yancy up, so God be damned if you weren’t gonna give it your best shot. Besides, you think you have a trick up your sleeve that will help…

    Yancy placed his own arm on the table, spurred by the cheers of everyone around. A jolt of electricity went through you as he gripped your hand tightly - his hand was so much bigger than yours. Returned the gesture and squeezed his hand back. Did his gaze just falter slightly? Your analysis was interrupted by Sparkles McGee leaping up from his seat. “On ya marks! Get set! GO!!” and with that the family erupted with cheer as you felt strong pressure quickly flood through your arm. You pushed back as hard as you could, but Yancy didn’t falter. Your opposite hand grasped the edge of the table to keep you as steady as you could. You began to grit your teeth the more you pushed, and you heard a grunt leave Yancy. The cheers were still going, often intermingled with encouragements like 'get em y/n!’, 'Push harder!!’. You were really starting to feel it, and your arm was ever so slightly tilting in Yancys favour, and you could tell he wasn’t holding much back. You were gonna have to play dirty if you had any chance of winning.

    “H-Hey Yance!” You managed to wheeze out, and his reddening face met yours. In a big brain moment, you decided to wink and blow him a small cheeky kiss. His eyes immediately widened. He tried to form some words but he could only feel his lips wobbling pathetically (”AH BUh b-bghu wha-!”) as heat rose to his cheeks- that had completely thrown him off! This was your chance! You used his shock to your advantage and pushed him arm all the way down with a THUD. The family erupted in a roar of cheers and Yancy immediately pushed his head down on the table to hide his embarrassment - with both the loss and his mind trying to process what just happened. 

   Bam Bam grabbed your arm and lifted it in triumph, the others still cheering and laughing - “Nicely done y/n!” You were laughing along with them - you can’t believe that actually worked. You feel kind of bad now! Yancy slowly lifted his head up to be met with your triumphant grin once again. ‘Curse this angel’ he thought to himself. He opened his mouth to utter an accusation but the whole scene was halted when the warden came in. He started bashing his baton against the metal bars by the nearby window creating an ear-piercingly loud crash and shouted, “QUIET DOWN YOU LOT! This is too much ruckus and you need to break it up or else! Besides, lunch time is over and you need to make it back to your cells A.S.A.P!”

   The giggles of the family started to quiet down, and people started getting up off their chairs and making their way out the cafeteria. You outstretched your hand towards Yancy and he reluctantly took it as he pulled him up. You gave him one last grin and mouthed a little ‘sorry about that!’. He shook his head disapprovingly, but couldn’t help smiling back at you.  This wasn’t over, and he’s gonna change his act now that he knows you play dirty (if his heart could take any more teasing, that is).