#honestly I KNOW he was self sabotaging and snapping here but

[thegreatcaptainusopp]

Water 7 was like specifically engineered to hit on every single sensitive spot Usopp has and honestly he almost under-reacted with how nuts the circumstances were for the moment that he snapped:

1. They just came off a fight where Aokiji knocked them around like it was nothing, where he had this realization:

So he’s going in already feeling super inadequate, more than he usually does (which is a lot already).

2. Relatedly, up to this point fixing the Merry was his job because they didn’t have a shipwright yet. Her being unfixable probably felt, to him, like a personal failing because he was the one in charge of fixing her

3. The Merry was most like another crew member to him because he’s the one who worked on her most, AND he was the only one who saw her klabautermann at this point

4. The big elephant in the room here is that Kaya was the one who gave them Merry. So, you know, he’s attached to her most for this reason too

5. There’s also the fact that this probably hit on the very specific trauma of his mother’s death, because she also got sick enough that everyone deemed her unsavable.

6. On top of all that, it also hit on his trauma regarding his dad and abandonment: he doesn’t want to repeat that and feel like he abandoned a crew member who needed him.

7. Speaking of abandonment, seeing a situation where, in his mind, the crew leaves someone behind who is now deemed useless probably touched on a lot of his own fears about his place on his crew and own perceived usefulness

8. He had also just been brutally beaten twice on the same day and is pretty badly injured, compounding both feelings of usefulness and aligning him with the merry in his mind in terms of physical state.

9. He had also just lost the money they needed to fix the Merry, again compounding the feeling that he was useless AND he was responsible for the Merry not being fixable

10. He woke up to the crew, who had already processed the news, telling him about it AND that a decision had been made, which made him feel like it was a him vs them thing

There’s probably more I think but yes, it is completely unsurprising that he fell apart so spectacularly

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I'm An Island, But You're An Ocean

Day #13: "Please, stay?" | Word Count: 2191 | Rating: T | CW: Language, Recovering From Injuries | Tags: Post S4, Steve the Caregiver Makes Eddie Want to Run, Self-Sabotage, Angst w/a Happy Ending

They're fighting. Sort of. Kinda. 

Eddie isn't exactly sure what's happening here tonight.

The air feels weird between them, and Eddie wants it to very much stop being whatever this is, immediately.

"Settle down. What's the commotion?" Steve asks, putting his hands on Eddie's shoulders, stilling him.

It pisses Eddie off.

So, he shrugs Steve off, because Steve can't be touching him. Not like that. Not now. Not ever.

Even if he wants him to be. That's exactly why he can't let this continue. It's too dangerous. 

Eddie knows he's being bullheaded, knows he's digging his heels in for no good reason, but he also knows that Steve's pushing. Pushing, pushing, pushing. Always. He never relents. Never gives up about anything that he gets in his head. 

And for some godforsaken reason, Steve Harrington has made him a project. His main one, as far as Eddie can tell. Eddie definitely never asked for, or wanted, that. It makes his teeth itch, to have that kind of attention shoved his way.

Which is weird. Eddie loves attention. But not this specific attention. Because he doesn't know what to do with it. It's too overwhelming.

Steve wants Eddie to eat more. He wants Eddie to walk again. He wants Eddie to go home from the hospital. He wants Eddie to play the guitar. He wants Eddie to take a shower. 

He wants, wants, wants.

Eddie does one thing, and Steve will think up six more to add to the list. It's a never ending list of demands.

And yet, even with all those demands, Eddie isn't sure what Steve wants from him. Not really. It can't actually be the things he's demanding, because those don't affect Steve's life at all. What Eddie does, or doesn't do again, is no concern to him. Eddie can waste away in bed, and Steve Harrington should be unconcerned. Steve doesn't need to be here. He's made his amends, not that any of this was his goddamn fault anyway. Steve didn't drag him into this fucked up mess. Steve didn't bite him, chew him up, and spit him out.

So, he can go.

But he won't budge, just scoffs, and stays. Never taking a goddamn hint. He can't actually be that thick, but Eddie tries to push him away, and Steve moves closer, somehow. It's like they're coming at this from entirely different directions. 

Eddie doesn't know how to make it clear that Steve's repaid his imaginary debt. And Eddie can carry this load, alone. Would prefer it, honestly.

Eddie is an island, Steve is the whole goddamn ocean. 

He's overwhelming, and as much as Eddie wants to grab on, and ride that wave, he's too scared to leave the safety of the shore. Eddie doesn't get things as good, as open, as cool blue as Steve Harrington. Not ever.

"You can leave," Eddie says.

"I don't want to leave," Steve answers, distracted as he looks through their co-mingled tapes. Shuffling, banging them around, like he doesn't have them all memorized. Like he's not gonna choose the same bullshit he always picks.

Eddie can't take another minute of it.

"Well, maybe I don't want you to stay anymore," Eddie snaps, and Steve freezes. He looks like a goddamn deer caught in headlines. Blindsided. Shocked.

Has Steve really never considered that before? That maybe, just maybe, Eddie would like to be alone for a while? Why is that so hard to comprehend?

"Oh," Steve breathes out, and it's like Eddie's slapped him. Then he says, quiet and small, "Sorry. I didn't. Sorry."

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, regretful, unable to watch him crumble. Eddie can see that he's made Steve smaller, and it's carving away at Eddie's ribs. 

His heart. 

He didn't mean to do that. He just wanted to usher him out now, ahead of schedule. Rip the bandaid off. Bad news first, always. Get it over with. No reason to let it fester.

And Eddie's life up until this point? Has been pretty much all bad news. 

Eddie opens his eyes, needing to see what Steve's doing. It's too quiet.

And that means he has to watch as Steve starts to gather up his things, all of his things, and they've quite obviously accumulated over the summer. Like everything Steve owns has multiplied and spawned all over Eddie's room. This isn't gonna be fast, because Steve's gonna need more than one box, more than one trip. 

And Eddie can't really help. He just has to watch.

Eddie sits back against the wall, and as soon as Steve's taken the first load out, Wayne is in the doorway. Looking at him with something akin to disapproval. Of course he is.

"Where's Steve goin' with all that stuff?" Wayne asks.

"Don't know, don't care. Out of here," Eddie says, and he refuses to look up. Because he knows Wayne will read him like a goddamn open book.

"Eddie," Wayne says, soft and disappointed.

"Don't Eddie me. He has a life to get back to," Eddie argues. "Steve Harrington can't hole up in the bedroom of a vaguely exonerated maybe murderer. It's absurd."

And Wayne shakes his head, leaving him be. 

Wayne gets him, at least. 

So, Eddie watches as Steve rushes through his departure. 

It looks like a break-up, a moving out, and that's painful in a new way. Since they aren't that to each other, and never will be.

Just when he's gotten it all, or at least everything visible to the naked eye, Eddie thinks they're done here. Finally.

But Steve comes back, this time carrying in, instead of out, and hands over Eddie's battle vest, no longer as nasty as he'd last seen it. 

The blood is mostly scrubbed out, and some of the patches have been replaced by an inexperienced hand. 

"It was supposed to be for your birthday, but, here. The best I could do," Steve says. "It's not great. I'm not great at, well, much. I know."

And Steve pinches his nose, closing his eyes, "Sorry that I overstayed my welcome."

Eddie wants to say he didn't, wants to take it all back, wants to hand over his heart in his trembling hands. Wants to buy anything Steve's selling.

But he can't.

"Thanks for everything," Eddie says, and he means that. He does. He wouldn't be here at all without Steve Harrington. And that's a lot. A lot, a lot.

But Eddie doesn't know how to do this, doesn't think Steve would want him to, even if he knew how. 

"Can you make it easier for me to understand?" Steve asks, and Eddie doesn't exactly follow. 

"Understand what?" Eddie asks, fiddling with his blanket.

"What I did? Or, not what, maybe. Just. When? How long have I been bothering you?"

"You're not bothering me," Eddie says.

"Then, why do I have to go?" 

Eddie closes his eyes and sinks back into the pillows. The big, thick ones that Steve brought him, thinking his were too flat and sad to prop him up while he convalesced. 

"Because you don't want to be here," Eddie says, waving his arms around. It pulls at his scars, the skin tight and wrong, he winces, hand finding his side.

Steve moves, on instinct, taking one step forward before catching himself. Stilling, again.

"You don't get to tell me what I want, Eddie. I guarantee you don't know shit about what I want," Steve says bluntly, and it's the most forceful thing Steve's said to him in months. 

Everything else has been presented as persistent suggestions. This was just a fact. A fact that fucking stings.

"Yeah, well. Nothing in my life ever came with a guarantee," Eddie says, and Steve hangs his head. Eddie doesn't mean to be so fucking negative, but it's hard. He's stuck. Damaged.

Pissed off.

He thumbs at his jaw, his face, forever fucking marred. He doesn't think he was much to look at before, all big eyes and wild hair. But now? Now he is that monster they all said he was. 

Steve reaches for the vitamin e oil on his desk, handing it to him. Every wince he's made, Steve has had a fix for, and he thinks this is gonna fix Eddie's scars. Eddie's skeptical, at best. He hasn't seen any damn difference. It's all still awful.

His face. His chest. His sides. His fucking dick. Well, not his dick. But right above it. His thighs. His calves. His fucking ankle.

He's beyond damaged goods. Not even The Frugal Hoosier would want to sell the wares he's working with now.

Steve is cautious, but he sits on the edge of the bed, quiet for a minute, before finally asking, "Do you really want me to go? Or are you scared I might want to stay?"

Eddie covers his face with his hands. Of course he doesn't want him to go. He wants to keep him for-fucking-ever. He's just not gonna get to, so sending him away now seemed like the best bet to retain any of his sanity at all.

"I'm an island, but you're an ocean," Eddie finally says.

And Steve laughs.

Which makes Eddie smile, reluctantly.

"What's that supposed to mean? I'm not a songwriter. I can't speak in riddles," Steve says, still smiling.

Eddie doesn't know what it means. Well, he does, but explaining it makes him feel foolish.

But he'll try.

"I can only rely on myself-"

"That's not true," Steve interrupts. "You've got Wayne. And the rest of us."

Eddie holds up his hand, "Let me. Let me try."

Steve nods, motioning like he's zipping his lip. It's charming. But everything about him is charming.

Eddie's so fucking charmed. 

"I'm just me. An island. Solitary and confined to my own little box. And I'm not mad about that. Not anymore. I don't want to be pestered, or poked, or prodded. I just want to exist, cut-off from the world."

Steve's frowning. 

"And you're an ocean. Lapping at my edges, threatening to overtake me at any time. You're a flood, waiting to happen."

"Eddie…"

Eddie shakes his head, "You are. I feel a lot, Steve. I feel a lot, and it's overwhelming to have you surrounding me on all my edges. Looking for a way to breach your way inside."

Steve raises an eyebrow, expert, and fucking funny.

Eddie laughs, "Not like that, pervert."

Steve just smiles, then frowns again, "I'm smothering you, huh? That is a thing I do."

"No. No," Eddie assures. "Well, yes. But I don't hate it. I'm just scared of it."

"I don't want you to be scared of me," Steve says. 

"Well. I am," Eddie answers, and Steve moves to get up, but Eddie reaches out and catches his arm. 

He's already spilled enough for the blanks to be filled in. He can't hide from this. Not now.

So, Eddie tugs on him. Not allowing him to leave, even if that's what he asked for. He doesn't want that now. Never did. He's just a goddamn idiot that loves to run. And well, his body isn't in running condition at the moment. So, chasing away seemed like the next best bet.

Only, Steve's hard to scare away. Thank god.

Steve smiles, and scoots up the bed, until he can sit right next to Eddie. Then he reaches down and takes Eddie's hand. It's not the first time he's held Eddie's hand, he did it a lot in the hospital, but this is different. This time, Eddie's fully with it, and present.

"For what it's worth," Steve says, looking at him, fully. Not shying away from a damn thing, "I'm not scared of you. Or what I feel about you."

Eddie smiles, teasing, "What do you feel about me?"

"Annoyance mainly," Steve snarks, squeezing his hand, "but other things, too."

"I feel other things, too," Eddie admits.

"Good," Steve says, "Now, can I unload my car and stay already? Are we done with this dumb shit you're trying to pull?"

"Yes. Please, stay? Worry about the car tomorrow," Eddie answers, "tonight, just lay here with me?"

"Okay," Steve says, "I can do that."

And Steve helps him get comfortable, like he's done a million times before. A pillow under his knees, rotating his hips just so, everything very carefully choreographed to take the pressure off Eddie's body so he hurts less. 

Steve's an ocean. 

And Eddie will stay surrounded, and float with him for as long as he can.

Eddie picks up Steve's arm from where it's slung over his side, and kisses his palm.

"I'm sorry I was being a dickhead," Eddie says, maneuvering so he can rest his cheek in Steve's palm.

"Oh, I'm used to that," Steve teases, hooking his chin over Eddie's shoulder, pressing his lips to Eddie's other cheek. 

And Eddie turns his head, catching Steve's lips with his own. It's chaste, and a little dry, but for a first kiss it sure feels like the start of something bigger, and better, than Eddie ever could have imagined.

If this is what being swept out to sea by Steve Harrington feels like, Eddie knows he'll happily drown.

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Notes: This has references to You're An Ocean by Fastball in it. This was originally gonna be for SteddieSongFics last month, but I went another way, and expanded this for Angsty August. But the references to the lyrics in the song remained, lol.

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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 19

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Airielle groaned and rolled off of the couch when there was a knock at her front door. “Why can’t ya’ll just leave me alone.” She grumbled. She rolled her eyes once she opened the door and saw Trinity and Yasmine standing there.  “What?” she asked, letting out a huff when Yas pushed her out of the way and marched into her apartment. 

“What is the matter with you Airielle Noelle? That man has done nothing but prove to you how much he loves you and you repay him by breaking his heart and kissing a co-worker in his face!” Yasmine ranted and Airielle sighed, walking back over to the couch and throwing her body down onto it, her face pressed into a pillow. 

“I know I fucked up okay. You didn’t have to come here just to say that” Airielle muttered, her voice muffled by the pillow. Yasmine was about to walk over and hit Airielle but Trinity stopped her. 

“Chill girl,” Trin said, helping a pregnant Yasmine over to the chair. “Don’t stress yourself out.” 

“She’s stressing me.” Yasmine said, glaring over at Airielle. “When I moved out, you said you would talk to Josh about moving in with him.” 

“I lied.” Airielle stated, moving her face from the pillow and looking over at Yasmine. “You know damn well I’m not comfortable living with anybody but you.”  

“Well Why didn’t you call me? I would have come back Airielle.”  Airielle scoffed and shook her head. “What?” 

“You’re starting your family, Yas? Why would I get in the way of that? I’m a big girl, I can handle my demons on my own.” 

Yasmine sighed. “It’s time to let them demons go. It’s been almost two years. I know Chris did some fucked up shit but, come-on. Josh has more than proven to you that he’s nothing like Chris.” Airielle rolled her eyes but nodded her head in agreement.

“I can’t get over it just like that.” Airielle snapped her fingers. Trinity looked between the cousins, lost as all hell. She knew that Christopher was Airielle’s ex but she didn’t know what he did to Airielle. 

“What did he do?” Trinity said softly, almost as if she was afraid of the answer. Airielle and Yasmine looked at one another. 

“You gotta start talking about it Airi. You can't keep it bottled up.” 

“Fine.” Airielle said shakily.  She kept her eyes on the floor the whole time she told Trinity the story. Airielle left out the most important part, the actual reason why she decided to leave Chris. 

“Airielle. Tell her.” Yasmine said lowly. 

“Yas..” Airielle trailed off as her voice started to crack, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to keep it together. Trinity sat next to Airielle and placed a comforting hand on her thigh.

Airielle sighed and nodded, clearing her throat, she continued. “I found out at the hospital I was three months pregnant.”  Airielle sniffled. “After the doctor told me I lost my baby, I knew I had to leave him. But honestly if it wasn’t for Yas or my dad, I wouldn't have left. I left all of my belongings with him and left for Pensacola as soon as I was released.”  All Trinity could do was pull Airielle into a tight hug, the both of them crying on each other's shoulders. 

Trinity couldn’t imagine going through that. She now understood why Airielle ran from Josh every chance she could, she was scared and Trinity did not blame her. At All. 

“Now you have to tell Josh.” Airielle lifted her head from Trinity’s shoulder and rolled her eyes at her older cousin. 

“It doesn’t matter what I tell Josh. He doesn't care. He’s been leaving me on read all week.” 

“That’s cause he’s hurt Airi.” Trin interjected. “He said you needed time to heal yourself and to be honest girl, going on two dates with Raymond is not healing yourself.” 

“The first one wasn’t a date.” She mumbled causing Trinity and Yasmine to let out loud groans. “And!” She yelled out over their groaning. “I only went out with Raymond yesterday because Josh was with Yara.”  

“And he was only with Yara because you were with Raymond.”  Trinity and Yasmine shared an eye roll. “Y’all need to get it together.”  Airielle sighed and threw her body back down on the couch, with her face in the pillow. 

“He doesn’t want to talk to me. Let it go.” 

“So go over there.” Yasmine shrugged. “Y’all live in the same city. Go getcho’ nigga back and stop playing."

“That has to be the dumbest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Airielle grumbled as Trinity pulled her off the couch and pushed her towards her bathroom. 

“Get yourself together and go.” 

“Here goes nothing.” She mumbled, knocking softly on Josh’s apartment door. She couldn’t believe she actually let Yas and Trin talk her into this. She didn’t have to wait too long for Josh to open the door.

“Rih?” He asked, confused. “Whatchu doin here?” He asked, looking behind him into his apartment before stepping out into the hallway and closing the door behind him, which made Airielle frown. 

“ Um, you were ignoring my texts.”  Josh sighed and ran his hand over his already disheveled hair. 

“Now is not a good time Rih.”  

“Okay how about I talk and you just listen.” She pleaded and Josh started shaking his head. 

“I’ll come over to your place later and we can talk. But not right -” 

“I’m sorry okay!,” She said, raising her voice. “ I fucked up, but would you please listen to me?” Airielle felt all of the air leave her lungs as Josh’s door opened and there stood… Yara, wearing one of Josh’s white t-shirts and nothing else… literally, the shirt was practically see through and Airielle could see everything. 

“Josh?” Yara asked, looking between Josh and Airielle. “Is everything okay?” 

“Oh.” Airielle said, her eyes bouncing between Yara and Josh. “Oh shit.” She said as she started to laugh but nothing was funny.  

“Airielle,” Josh started, reaching his hand out towards her but she backed away.

“My bad. Um- I’m just gonna go.”  She turned on her heels and walked back towards the elevator, beyond embarrassed. As she was making her way back to her Jeep, Josh finally texted her. 

J.Uso: its not what it looks like  J.Uso: just comeback and i can explain  To J.Uso: dont worry bout it. Sorry 4 interrupting. 

Now he wants to text me.She thought as she rolled her eyes and shut her phone off , throwing it into her bag. She should have never listened to Trinity & Yasmine, now look at her, crying in her car in front of her ex-boyfriends apartment building. 

Fuck it She thought as she climbed back out her car. Josh lived near the pier and she needed to clear her head, before going back to her apartment where Yasmine & Trinity were waiting for her.  

She closed her eyes and sighed as she leaned against the railing facing the water. She honestly had nobody to blame but herself. 

“I knew that if I just waited I would find you.” Airielle felt her blood run cold. There was no way in hell. Airielle opened her eyes and slowly turned around. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more beautiful,  zanj mwen an (my angel).” 

“Chris..” Airielle trailed off, hands shaking as she reached into the back pocket of her shorts, trying to grab her phone. Her body now racked with fear as she remembered she left it in her car. 

“It’s crazy how God works huh?” He asked, his eyes not once leaving her face. “I’ve been to this city plenty of times and now look, after meeting with one of my biggest clients I run into the one who got away.” 

You should’ve went home. The voice in her head repeated, as Chris started advancing towards her. “You left me.” He sneered. “Gone, just like that.” He snapped his fingers, making Airielle jump. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, getting flashbacks from the night she decided to leave. He went to grab her but someone calling his name stopped him. 

“Hey Christopher!. I forgot to ask you something.” The older man said, smiling politely at Airielle who could only stare at Chris in shock/fear.  Chris nodded at the man then turned towards Airielle. 

“Mwen pral wè ou byento, Airielle” (I’ll see you soon). The second Chris walked away. Airielle ran to her car, scared out of her mind.

There was alot of dialog in this chapter but I think it's important dialog...

Ngl.. i hurt my own feelings writing that Josh & Yara part.

Chris is back in Airielle's life and now he knows that she lives back in Pensacola... he's not going anywhere.

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Joker self-sabotages :( While Joker and Kaidan might be able to rekindle their friendship in time, while Kaidan might be able to construct his half of the bridge to rebuild their friendship, it won't stand on its own, and Joker keeps burning his own half of the bridge down. The way you wrote it, it's all dependant on Joker's mental health. Luckily for Joker, if Shepard is doing well, Joker is doing well, and Shepard does well with Kaidan. Honestly understand Joker. Having power is the first step

You have no idea how much I am grinning over this inbox FULL of your brilliant observations.

You are SO correct.

Joker and Kaidan's friendship is a favorite of mine. Before Opus took over my life, I had intended to write a series of one shots that would follow it through the trilogy. The forging, the breaking, and the salvaging. I posted one or two - without much structure - and had some scribbled notes for others.

Now those ideas are just getting folded into Opus, and they have morphed and changed as needed, but I am still really excited about them. Here is one of the half-scenes I scribbled out a few years ago now. It doesn't quite fit Opus!Kaidan and Joker, but some of the sentiment does. I have latched onto the idea that in ME2, Joker believes as much as Shepard does that if they can just get to Kaidan, everything will be okay. And then...it isn't.

And all that guilt turns to fury. Because the person who could have fixed it...didn't.

~

“Why the fuck weren’t you here?” Joker demands. “Why did you have to go and do exactly what you would go and do, walk away when we needed you here?”

“Joker-”

“You know I hated you after Ashley died?”

Kaidan falls silent as though someone slapped him in the face.

“Shepard had to leave someone behind, and he chose her and not you. I could hardly stand the sight of your face after that. What made your life worth more than hers, huh? But after being with Cerberus, you know what? I understood it. You know why he saved you? Because you’re magnetic fucking north. Ashley was a soldier. She’d follow any order Shepard gave her. Oh sure, she had an opinion about it. She had an opinion about everything. But she was a solider, and she followed her fucking orders. You? You have a conscience. He gives you an order and you think about it. You may think you’re a by-the-book kind of guy, Alenko, but at the end of the day, nothing’s getting between you and your goddamned moral center, not even a court martial. That’s why he saved you. Because when he looked in the mirror and didn’t know if the reflection looking back at him was Shepard or Saren, you were there to make sure it was Shepard.”

“I don’t have to listen to this,” Kaidan mutters.  

“Yes you do. Yes you do. He needed that when we went after the collectors and you weren’t there to give it to him. Only thing worse than watching him die once was watching it happen again, only slow.”  

Kaidan throws an arm in the air. “What do you want from me, Joker?”

“I want you to hate me as much as I hated you. You killed Ashley. I killed Shepard. We both lost something. Why won’t you just snap? For once.”

Kaidan stares at him. “Joker…you didn’t kill Shepard. Look at me. Joker. You did not kill Shepard.”

[yellowkitkieran]

What the Heart Wants: Part 4

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Summary: Kieran is your best friend’s older brother. Your best friend’s fit older brother that you definitely haven’t had a crush on for years. Not at all. And he certainly doesn’t like you back, that would be absurd...

Monday at training, Aaron came in absolutely beaming, his smile ear to ear and it didn't take a genius to guess why his mood was so high. 

At least Aaron hadn't bragged about shagging you. If he had, Kieran wouldn't have been able to stop himself from punching him right in his stupid, apparently very attractive face and laying a verbal claim over you then and there. 

But no, Kieran simply avoided his best friend for a few hours, trying to drown out his merry laugh by throwing himself into his recovery. And thankfully yesterday was an off day, which left him free to binge a shoddy American television drama and eat all the ice cream he could.

Now it's Tuesday and what he can't avoid is his previously set in stone commitment of dropping the pair of you at the airport for your flight back home to Scotland. He was stiff and awkward on the drive, speaking little and looking in his rear view even less. At one point, he'd even had to roll his window down because he felt like your perfume was suffocating him, filling his lungs with the flowery scent of you and confusing his senses. 

Because since his revelation two days ago, he's not been able to stop his thoughts from drifting to you, no matter how hard he tries. In the shower, at night when he closes his eyes to sleep, even when he's on the pitch- you consume every minute of his thoughts. 

What's Bug doing now? Probably with Aaron.

Oh, she'd love that book. I should get it for her. 

She leaves today. I won't see her again for ages. I should tell her how I feel.

The last bit would be self sabotage, the likes of which Kieran might never recover from. He can't let you catch on to the lust that simmers beneath the surface; if you do, who knows how you'll react? You were frosty on the drive, which he can scarcely blame you for. He's avoided your messages, not responding to the ones asking if you could see him before you leave. The last thing he wants is for things to be awkward before you head home.

"Do you have plans to come back anytime soon Bella?" Kieran fights to keep his voice from betraying his true question: will he need to deal with seeing you again in the coming weeks? 

"I certainly won't be back any time soon." Kieran stumbles at the sound of your voice, knocking your suitcase on the bumper of his car as he sets it down. "Honestly it's a great city and all, but that hangover after our night out? Fucking hell, worst one of my entire life! I don't need a repeat."

Kieran's eyes remain trained on your feet, unable to lift them or find his words to reply. God, will it always be this hard? Why does looking at you seem like some herculean feat that he can't overcome? Will he ever be able to meet your eyes again?

Bella laughs, unknowingly taking the spotlight off of him, "neither will I! We're gonna have enough time in this city when we come here for uni- I don't need to set another foot in London until we start classes."

"I dunno though… I might come back once or twice and see Aaron? Depends on where that goes. I enjoyed the time I spent with him, at least." Kieran's eyes snap up. He immediately realizes his mistake when he finds you watching him intently, like you'd only spoken to see how he'd react. He can't help but feel like he's failed some fundamental test when fury flickers across your face, there and gone.

He can't do anything right with you. Between nearly telling you off a few nights ago and apparently upsetting you now, he has no idea where he stands. And it's infuriating as well as terrifying.

Kieran doesn't want to lose you. As a friend, of course. Nothing more. 

As he always does, Kieran turns to self-deprecation to ease the unease roiling in his gut. "Wow, yeah nothing about Bella's older brother- just the Gunner's keeper huh? I see where I rank- at the bottom apparently." Kieran laughs and Bella slugs his arm. He's acutely aware of how you remain silent. 

Your voice is iced over, "yes, you do. At least Aaron doesn't ignore me when something is clearly bothering him."

"Ugh you would know," Bella quips, cutting off Kieran's reply. "You abandoned me last night for him- again! That's twice on this trip you chose a boy over your best friend!" Bella rolls her eyes in a way that lets you know she's not really mad at all. 

Kieran's shock causes his mouth to move faster than his brain. "Oh- you spent the night with Aaron? Why?" 

"Because he's sweet." You cross your arms over your chest, popping your hip like you used to when you were younger and trying to be intimidating. "And he told me how you cornered him and basically told him I'm off limits. I can take care of myself, Kieran."

But Kieran is mad. Furious even- with his friend and with you, thanks to your attitude. He doesn't deserve to be chastised like this- he was simply trying to make sure you didn't get hurt. 

His hands curl into fists at his sides, blunt nails digging into his palms as he turns a similar frostiness back on you, "wow, all it takes is one drink and the two of you get real cozy huh? Usually it takes way more convincing for a woman to-"

"Finish that sentence," you cut in, "I dare you Tierney. Finish it."

Kieran takes a step towards you, leaving mere inches between your chests. This close, he can see the freckles of color in your irises, layering over each other to create a one of a kind mosaic. He can feel your hot breath on his chin as you raise your defiant gaze to meet his. He can practically taste the venom on your tongue, swirling behind your teeth ready to poison him. 

"Fuck off Tierney," you mutter, "before you get hurt."

"Maybe I should finish that sentence," he says with equal, level quiet. "You wanna know what I was gonna say-"

Bella shoves between the two of you, laying her hands on Kieran's chest and forcing him back. "Okaaaaay and that concludes our trip to London! Thanks brother- see you in a few months when you've lost your attitude!"

With her arm looped through yours, Bella takes a step. Ultimately she almost gets yanked off her feet; you stand your ground, feet a shoulder width apart on the pavement, like your shoes are glued to the sidewalk. The way you stare Kieran down stirs something in him. His soul responds to the fire in your eyes the same way his feet are drawn to the pitch by its siren's call- he finds he can't look away. He doesn't want to look away. 

Kieran's mind wanders as the seconds tick by. Do you look at Aaron like this, like you want to devour him and slap him at the same time? Or is this a look reserved only for Kieran?

"Goodbye, Kieran. I hope you learn how to treat your friends with respect before I move here, or else you can count me out of those ranks."

Ouch. Friendzoned, hard. 

Kieran nods to say, 'message received.' Seemingly satisfied, you spin on your heel and speed walk towards the check in desk. Kieran leans against the boot of his Audi and watches until your suitcases are loaded onto a belt and whisked away. He sees you hesitate, boarding pass in hand, and he's prepared when you glance over your shoulder like you feel his eyes on you.

Kieran waggles his fingers in your direction in a mocking sort of way. Your shoulders go rigid and you shoot him the finger. Kieran tips his head to the side. Despite knowing he'll regret it later, he can't help but blow you a bitter kiss.

**********

Three weeks later

You break into a run the second you lay eyes on Aaron. He opens his arms, anticipating your jump into them and sweeping you off your feet with ease. You laugh is bright as he spins you in a circle before setting you down, smiling when your eyes meet. 

"I missed you," he mumbles in your ear, bringing a blush to your cheeks. "I'm glad you finally agreed to come visit."

"You sort of made it hard to say no Ramsdale, what with you pestering me about it day in and day out." You smile at him, unable to miss the way he's unabashedly staring at your lips. You don't mind because the feeling is mutual; you can't take your eyes off his either.

"Use my name please, will you? I like that much better." He nudges your nose with his before letting you go to grab your bags, a fact which you're thankful for considering you definitely overpacked for a weekend getaway. 

"I thought Ramsdale was your name, or did I miss a memo?" You tap your chin thoughtfully as you continue, "did you change it while I was gone? I could've sworn that kit you sent me said Ramsdale…"

"You're an arse," Aaron quips, pinching your side. "You know what I mean!" 

"Alright Aaron," you say with a heavy roll of your eyes. He perks up at his first name though, a sight which you find utterly adorable. "Where are you taking me anyway?"

"Home." The way he says it gives you butterflies, like it's simply true.

"And then?"

"And then maybe I can take you on a proper date somewhere, maybe to get some food?"

"Ooh yes, something greasy and filling- that sounds perfect!"

Once you're at his car with your bag loaded in the boot and are within the relative privacy of the front seat, Aaron leans over the center and kisses your cheek. You blush again- how many times is this man going to make you blush today?

You turn to smile at him. "What was that for?"

"Because I missed you." That's it. No frills, no expectations hiding behind his words, just plain and simple admiration. In response, you lay your hand on his cheek and pull him in for a proper kiss, just a quick peck but at least it's your lips on his. 

Aaron echoes your question, "and what was that for?"

You parrot his earlier response with a grin, "because I missed you."

Aaron holds your hand on the entire drive to his flat, helping you settle in once you arrive. When you agreed to come for a visit, Aaron insisted on one of two options for lodging: one, he'd put you up in a suite at the fanciest hotel he could find, or two, stay with him and hang out in his guest room. You chose the latter, not wanting him to spend a fortune when he'd already paid for your plane ticket to London in the first place. 

And you're glad you did- Aaron's flat is gorgeous. As a bachelor, you would've expected bare minimum furnishings and football stuff shoved in every nook and cranny, but Aaron's flat is quite the opposite. The walls, as expected, have some football memories scattered on them, but at least the kits are framed and hung squarely. A thick patterned rug covers the hardwood floor in the living room, set before a large television and an L shaped sofa that looks like the perfect spot to binge watch a show. The neutral color palette is dotted with warm reds and sunny oranges, lending a coziness to the entire space. 

The guest room he leads you to is just as impressive, the wood framed bed perfectly made with crisp white sheets and a fluffy down comforter. Aaron sets your luggage near the closet and spreads his arms wide, "so what do you think? Does it pass inspection?"

You laugh, shaking your head at him, "I'll admit I'm pleasantly surprised Aaron- you've done well with your place. Are you sure you didn't pay a designer to pick all this out- or a maid to keep it clean?"

"No and no," he replies, "I like things tidy and I've always had a bit of an eye for design. Having my own space to do with as I please definitely gives me plenty of room to explore!"

You nod appreciatively, noting the bachelor-esque touches when you look closely. A football stashed in the corner, an Arsenal scarf over the desk chair- small things that add a touch of Aaron's interests to the room. 

"Well then, why don't you give me ten minutes," you say with a nod towards the attached bath, "and then we can go grab dinner?"

Aaron's smile could outshine a thousand suns. "I think that sounds perfect. I'll change into something presentable."

*********

What are the odds that you pick the same hole in the wall pub for dinner that Kieran does? Miniscule, in a city with as many options as London presents.

You aren't even in London, and yet Kieran finds himself catching glimpses of you in half the women that brush past him. 

Her hair is the same color as yours. That outfit is something you'd probably wear. Your eyes are the same color as her top.

Kieran is starting to worry that he might be obsessed with you. Instead of paying attention to his date, he's busy picking out pieces of you.

So when you walk through the doors into the dimly lit foyer packed with bodies, Kieran decides then and there that fate has it out for him.

"Oh bloody- fuck me," he breathes, ducking his head. His date, a lovely French woman named Collette that he'd met on some app, frowns over her wine. 

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost, chérie. Is everything alright?" She lays a hand on her arm and Kieran has to fight the urge to shove her off.

"No," he answers immediately, peeking over her shoulder with a scowl when he spots Aaron taking your jacket. Praying he's hidden well enough, Kieran watches as your eyes scan the room in search of a place to sit.

Collette glances behind her with a frown, failing to see anything that might disturb him like this. "What? Kieran what's happened?"

"Just… Someone I know is here."

Unfortunately for Kieran, you point to the stools a few paces from where he himself sits. Kieran curls in on himself, fighting between wanting to be seen and wanting to stay hidden. You come into earshot too quickly, making the decision for him and forcing him to hunker down.

"...no I'm serious- keepers are the backbone of any team!" 

Aaron's laugh has the hairs on the back of Kieran's neck standing on end. "You're flattering me. I won't be offended if you tell the truth! Without strikers, no one would score and thus there would be no game."

"Yeah sure, but without a decent keeper? There would be no real challenge, no one to stop those strikers from just hitting the back of the net over and over. It would be too easy! And wingers, yeah they're important too… they help you but when that shot comes in, it's all down to your reflexes as a keeper."

Kieran is so lost in your voice that he doesn't notice his date has abandoned him. He catches a flash of her blonde hair near the exit, escaping a mediocre date that took a rather abrupt nosedive when you walked in.

Sighing and resigning himself to his fate, he leans his elbow on the bar but keeps his back toward you. Maybe if he's careful you won't notice him and he can escape unscathed.

He should leave. But your presence keeps him rooted to the spot against his will. You're like a storm he just can't escape; appearing in his skies to rain on his parade. He's helpless, unable to run for shelter because his limbs won't work. Instead he stays still, letting your voice soak him like a cold rain until a chill settles under his skin. 

"Kieran?"

Fuck. Of course Aaron knows what his back looks like- he sees it all day on the pitch.

Kieran's eyes slide shut. He wills a smile onto his face, praying it isn't plastic when he swivels and is met by your hard stare, annoyed that you've wrecked the evening. 

Kieran misses your smile. He wishes you wouldn't look at him like he's the scum of the earth, like he's the one that betrayed you instead of the other way around.

"Hey Bug- Aaron couldn't find someplace nicer to take you than this hellhole?" 

"Don't call me that." Your voice carries the same ice as that day at the airport. It slowly begins to wear him down, bit by bit.

Aaron rolls his eyes, though the gesture is more amused than annoyed. "Don't look at me, she picked it. Insisted they've got the best bar food in the whole city, though I'm not really believing that just yet."

"It isn't half bad." Kieran half smiles. His eyes still haven't left yours.

Smile at me, Kieran thinks. Just once. Come on, Bug, please… I miss you.

The past few weeks have been… complicated, to say the least. Kieran has tried to put his own feelings aside to be happy for his mate, but there's only so many times he can hear about how amazing you are without wanting to snap. His jealousy is growing into a tangible thing. He spends less time with Aaron off the pitch, not wanting to hear him giggle as he texts you or worse, when he calls and Kieran can faintly make out your voice on the other line. 

You haven't messaged him once since the airport incident, as Kieran has dubbed it. Not that you talked frequently before then, but at least he could usually count on congratulations after a good match. Now he gets nothing, and each day that passes only makes his loss more apparent. 

Kieran forces himself to speak. "How are you, Bug? Haven't heard from you in ages."

Without a hint of remorse, you spin to face Aaron without answering his question. "You know what, I'm not all that hungry actually. Why don't we just find some place for takeout on the way back to your flat, babe?" 

Babe? Babe. You called Aaron babe.

You may as well have driven a stake through Kieran's chest. So you are a thing then. Kieran truly has no chance with you, not even in this hell.

"Yeah sure darlin- See you at training tomorrow mate?" Aaron, the sweet soul he is, has no clue about the turmoil happening in Kieran's head. Aaron doesn't know that he stomps on Kieran's heart when he takes your hand and smiles at you like you're his world- the way Kieran wishes you'd smile at him.

Like you used to smile at him. 

"See you later Bug," Kieran tries, praying you'll give him something. His heart is shattered into pieces at his feet, with the exception of one small shard. That one, that last, miniscule piece, you hold in your fist and crush it with two simple words.

"Bye, Kieran."

You walking out on him is becoming a disturbingly common occurrence in his life. Kieran waits until you're gone to signal for another drink, asking for a double in hopes it'll somehow make him forget the hurt surging through his veins with each beat of his ragged heart. 

"You love 'er."

Kieran startles, glancing up to the bartender. She leans on the counter, using one hand to slide him another whisky. 

"I'm sorry, what?"

"The lass that left with your mate. She was off like a rocket when she saw ya. Must be history there."

"No history." Kieran drags a finger through the sweat on the side of his tumbler. "No love on her end, either. Obviously."

The woman's laugh drips with pity, which Kieran is too depressed to call her out on. "That answers my initial question then, you do love 'er. Why don't you tell her, lad?"

"Because she wants nothing to do with me, you've got eyes. You saw how she was with me- is that a woman who has any interest in me? Nah."

"Actually she probably does. If I were her and ya pissed me off like I'm assuming y'have, I'd act the same way if I felt something for ya. Women don't hold that much hatred for someone unless they're trying to cover something up."

Kieran squishes the seed of hope that takes root in his stomach. What does this woman know about you, or what you might feel for him? She's nothing; an outsider trying to hype him up in hopes of a fat tip. As if sensing his train of thought, she holds up her hands palms out in defense.

"Look I might not know the whole situation, but all I'm saying is there's probably something there. It's worth a shot isn't it?"

"Not if I only make things worse," Kieran mumbles, knocking back the rest of his drink. "Can I close my tab?"

The woman smiles sadly at Kieran, but runs his card and hands it back. He pauses, grimacing before murmuring, "should I message her?"

"Now? Nah lad. But in the morning? Absolutely."

But when morning rolls around, Kieran doesn't have the balls. He leaves his phone on his side table and heads in for training, hoping to sweat out his sorrows and come home exhausted enough not to care. 

[we-made-it-this-far-kid]

This is going to be a personal post so feel free to not read it or do. But I’m going through it so any nice thoughts or anything would be appreciated if you do actually read it.

So I kind of broke up with my boyfriend on Saturday but honestly I immediately regretted it. We kind of talked it out but I was out with a friend and then when I got home (around 4:00-4:30) I sent the message around 12:30 and he responded around 2:00-2:30. And so he responded to some of the things I said and everything and I sent back some immediate responses in the moment without thinking. And one of the last ones I sent was kind of the break up text bc I said something about if that’s how you feel maybe it’s time for me to go. And he does do what you have to do but don’t say I didn’t put effort in when I saved us more times than you did. Which I didn’t know he felt that way bc from my personal I felt like I was the one saving the one relationship (and I told him that later when I sent him a longer text responding more in depth to what he said. But he was at work and said he’d read it in awhile but he never said anything about it and we haven’t actually talked since the initial texts on Saturday. And I wanted to give him space so I didn’t text him during the day yestedsy but I did message him at 9:30 last night to basically ask if we were still in a relationship bc in that long text I sent on Saturday I said that I wanted to make it work and that I was just scared bc of my own insecurities and everything. And he didn’t read it or anything but he has been watching my snap stories and my Instagram stories which probably doesn’t mean anything but still. And I called him around 4:30 today bc my boss let me off work early and left a voicemail bc he didn’t respond. But I feel like shit like yesterday I couldn’t stop crying and everything. And I was like Taylor is so right “it’s me hi I’m the problem it’s me.” And being the bolter is ruining my life. And like we’re in a weird limbo bc even tho I’m the one who initiated it I regret it and he said he wasn’t going to fight bc he said it seems like you’ve made up ur mind and everyone so idk what to do. Bc I’m like idk if we’re actually broken up or not. And my friend gave me a tough love chat and was like I’d assume y’all r technically still together bc neither of you actually said it and you took back what you said but idk. And I’m scared I can’t fix it. But yeah sorry I just needed to vent and I hate myself bc I did this by self sabotaging. This is the happiest I’ve been in a relationship and he brings me peace and I blew it up and don’t know what to do from here and we’re long distance which makes it worse so yeah.

[onejellyfishplease]

Question:

Are you taking your role as family therapist too seriously when you literally walk away from a heated interaction, make notes, then come back and talk them through an emotionally harrowing talk, during which F*CKING DIVORCE IS BROUGHT UP AND ONE OF YOUR PARENTAL UNITS CRYS MULTIPLE TIMES-

Further context, during the coronation, my dad sat us all down, me, my mom and younger siblings to watch the coronation in its entirety. Naturally my younger brother starts to fidget (ADHA solidarity I get it), loudly (our phones had been taken away in the first 5 mins) and my dad tells him to stop, he does for a bit then moves on to another loud stim. My mom then comes in and -quietly- asks him to stim quietly, he doesn’t

Note- it is unclear to me wether my brother was doing this to be a prick or note, maybe it started off genuine idk.

My dad gets increasingly pissed, and eventually my brother loose electronics (context: he has a bit of a gaming addiction) which sends him into a bit of a strop and that’s the end of that. So it seems.

Later, after the coronation, my brother wants to game on the computer, obviously my dad says no. Then my brother asks again. And again. And again.

My dad had 3 missed called from him after he left the house to run an errand.

Eventually, my dad snaps, and it devolves into yelling. I wasn’t here for this part but I know that it wasn’t fun. My mom was there but she didn’t do much, an observer.

So later, my brother is in the living room, with me, and my parents are in the next room over, arguing. Because my mom thinks that my dad was too harsh.

So after trying to calm down my brother and getting a lot of self pity and insults thrown my way, I make my way into the other room and insert myself into the conversation. It goes… alright?? Pretty badly actually.

The gist of it is that my mom thinks my dad was too tough on my brother, while my dad was saying that he felt isolated and hurt that she wasn’t backing him up. Which my mom didn’t feel like she could do because she did not approve of how he was dealing with the issue.

The convo ended there, because of extended family returning with food for the family dinner. So we collectively put on our *we’re not at all emotionally devastated* faces, which were concerningly good, and went to have dinner.

After which I had written up my interpretation of the events which transpired, I will include them here. No I will not fix the spelling.

Dad is Naturally assertive

Quick to point out problems that go against presumed order

Assumes mum backs him up

Mum takes a more constructive approach, which doesn’t directly acnolage to problem at hand, often talks directly to the person, not dad

Dad feels left out of process without vocal affermation from mum

Dad feels alone as the only one vocally pointing out issues, and is usually the only one pointing out the main issue while mum is trying to fix the issue while being as nice as possible

So dad is viewed as main aggressor and feels like bad guy, so gets louder due to built up frustration

Mum doesn’t know how to insert herself into the situation which is already heated, doesn’t want to match the energy

Mum panics due to decreasing vibes

Mum doesn’t know how to deescalte

Dad doesn’t know how to deescalate

Vibes decrase

Yep. So I talk. They talk honestly it goes well, there is a little bump when my dad talks about ‘if I didn’t care about this family I would’ve left long ago’ which I get isn’t like openly talking about divorce or even remotely suggesting it as an idea. But it’s just that’s the first time one of them has ever brought it up. Ever. Sooooo

Yay

Anyway we go in circles for a bit, but I think I helped fix the miscommunication? I hope? My mum cried quite a bit which is never fun.

Basically my mom didn’t really feel comfortable voicing eing her honest opinion around my dad because he often steamrolls her ideas, and he felt alone because she never really supports his ideas and never speaks up. So the self sabotage was REAL. Like damn. (There is like so much more but this thing is already too long)

Miscommunication is never as fun as they make it seem in books.

Anyway I don’t think I had an original point, this was mostly me just ranting.

I know it’s not healthy for me to feel somewhat responsible for my parents relationship but it’s hard not to do anything when I can so clearly see the cracks and the god awful communication.

[boston-babies]

Heart to Heart

A/n: okay so here’s the heart to heart conversation between Ryan and Chris. I cut a lot out because at one point it was just getting way to long but I really hope you guys like it

all the kids stampeded into the kitchen through the back door. They each got quiet as they looked around but only found Chris in the kitchen. Dani spoke up first “where’s mommy?” Chris put a smile on “she’s not feeling to well piglet so she’s laying down” Dani pouted “but the tree lighting is tonight, is she going to be okay to go?” “We’ll see piglet” Ryan scoffed “yeah bet she finally couldn’t stand being around you anymore”

Chris stood “alright Ryan we need to talk.” Ryan shrugged “I actually have nothing to say to you” Ryan walked off and Chris followed him. Ryan made it to the den before Chris grabbed his arm “don’t walk away from me Ryan” Ryan pulled his arm free and snapped “why not? You’re the one walking away from this family!” Chris nodded “alright” he lead Ryan to the couch and sat him down “I appreciate you protecting your mom and your brothers and sister but Ry, you’re taking it too far”

Ryan crossed his arms and shook his head “no I’m not, because I need to protect them from you. You can spin your bullshit to mom but I see right through the act. I see the manipulative, selfish asshole that you really are” Chris looked hurt “is that really what you think of me Ryan?”

Ryan shrugged “I don’t know what else to think now. I use to think you were the best dad in the world. A dad that actually gave a damn about us. When I would hear Kyle and Colin talk about their dads I would feel awful but then think how lucky we were to have you. Yeah I looked up to you and wanted to be like you-“ he thought for a moment “I can look past this hurting me cause honestly I know I’ll get over it eventually. What I can’t get past and what I’ll never forgive? The way you hurt mom”

Ryan’s voice broke “why’d you do it?” Chris sighed “because I was hurt and instead of doing what I should have done, I went the childish, immature route and I didn’t stop to think and I will live with that for the rest of my life”

Chris saw Ryan trying his hardest not to cry “I looked up to you! I would never ever do what you did! I know this is your subconscious way of trying to self sabotage your family because your mad that you and mom met, got married and had me so young.” The dam broke and Ryan couldn’t stop the tears

Chris took a breath and sat next to Ryan “yes we were just starting out when we met in New York. Yes we were really young but the one thing your mom and I were sure of without a shadow of a doubt, was you. Ryan you were and always will be the best thing that happened in our lives.”

Chris took a beat, his heart breaking seeing his son in this much pain “Ryan I don’t ever expect you to forgive me but I would really love the chance to earn your trust back. You’re my son Ryan and I love you more than my own life and that’ll never change” Ryan cried harder and Chris pulled him in to a crushing hug. He put his hand on Ryan’s head “it’s okay Ry, let it out, I got you”

Ryan held on tighter and finally allowed himself to feel all the emotions he’s been suppressing. They stayed like that for a while, until Ryan felt calm enough to let go. He wiped his face and took a deep breath “I just need time to forgive you”

Chris nodded “take all the time you need Ry, I’ll be right here when you’re ready”

[incognitajones]

Hey @riflegoespurr! Your RCSS gift was originally a lot longer (before I realized it was really just a PWP trying to expand) so, in case you’re interested, here are a few scenes from the original version!

*

“Tell me you didn’t hit him.”

Jyn sighed, hoping her phone mic wouldn’t pick up the sound. “No, I didn’t hit him, Bodhi. I do have some self-control.”

His silence was expressively skeptical. She flicked on her turn signal and prepared to make an attempt to merge with the unending sluggish stream of traffic on the freeway. Bodhi had made her promise to call him immediately after the chemistry read, and she was working on improving her track record of keeping her promises to him, so she’d dialled his number as soon as she drove off the studio parking lot.

The engine rattled alarmingly as she tried to accelerate into a shrinking gap between two hulking SUVs. She pushed her foot down on the gas pedal and prayed it wouldn’t crap out on her today. If she had to take her car in for servicing, there was no way it would pass another safety; it had barely scraped by two years ago.

She desperately needed a fucking paycheque—and she’d just set fire to what had looked like her best prospect in months. More self-sabotaging behaviour at its finest from Jyn Erso.

“Then what did you do?”

That was the problem with a loyal soul like Bodhi, who’d refused to give up on her even after she’d bombed all her bridges and set fire to her relationships with everyone else. He’d seen her at her worst, when she hit rock bottom and was still digging, and still chose to keep her as a friend. He knew her too well.

She admitted, “I threw the script at him.”

More silence on the other end of the line.  

“It was just a few pages!” Jyn defended herself. “But the prick was being so fucking condescending. Kept giving me helpful little suggestions.”

“He’s a very good actor, with the awards to back it up. Maybe he was actually trying to be helpful,” Bodhi said dryly.

“He doesn’t know this character,” Jyn snapped. “I do.” Her throat clogged with suppressed tears. She took one hand off the steering wheel to grab her water bottle and swig a mouthful of warm, stale-tasting water.

Even at her lowest point, she’d hung on to a car because you had to have one in LA, but all she could afford was a ten-year-old Honda Civic. It didn’t have Bluetooth, so she had to leave her phone in the cupholder on speaker mode and shout. The air conditioning was less than effective too, and a dew of sweat had already beaded at Jyn’s hairline. She cracked the window in hope of a trickle of fresh air. A choking wave of exhaust-scented air hit her in the face and she closed it again. She’d take a shower when she got home, which in this traffic would be at least an hour from now.

She was an actress—and a good one, no matter what people said—she ought to be able to pull off seeming calm. But her voice still shook slightly as she said, “Honestly, Bodhi, I know people say this kind of shit all the time, but it feels like Rose was written for me. I’d give anything to play her. And not just because I’m about two months away from being homeless.”

“Don’t say that,” Bodhi chided her automatically. “You know you can move in with me if you need to.”

Jyn grimaced. Bodhi was an angel, yes, and her best friend, but she didn’t think she could share living space with his collection of stray cats. Her allergies would object strongly.

“Are you sure you lost the part? What did they say after the read?”

“Yes, I’m sure. It doesn’t matter how well I did on the solo audition, they’re going to pick someone who can connect with the male lead. And it was glaringly obvious he couldn’t stand me. Cassian Andor is the box office draw, I’m the washed-up risk who’ll send their insurance premiums skyrocketing. Who do you think they’re going to choose?” The Range Rover in front of her slammed on its brakes and she shoved her foot down, jerking the car to a stop with a squeal of overheated metal.

“Draven’s known for being unconventional—”

“Not that unconventional,” Jyn laughed bitterly. “Besides, I didn’t even tell you the worst part. A producer who was sitting in on the read saw me lose it.”

“Oh, Jyn.” Bodhi’s voice was infinitely kind.

Jyn didn’t understand how he could still have any sympathy for her when she did this to herself. She’d told herself over and over not to be so impulsive—just keep her mouth shut, smile, and nod. That was what it took to have a career as an actress in Hollywood. Jyn had used up all her allowed quota of rebelliousness long before she turned twenty-one.

She swallowed and kept going. Maybe if she told Bodhi the whole story she’d feel a little better. “Yeah, Mon Mothma was there. Apparently Alliance is backing the film. So she’s in the corner of the room, all serene in a white pantsuit and the most enormous pearls I’ve ever seen, while I scream at Cassian fucking Andor.” She sighed. “So I’m definitely shit-canned. They’ll cast the latest teenaged CW starlet and Andor will walk all over her.”

“Still, it’s not the end of the world,” Bodhi argued. “You’ve got that audition for the Christmas movie next week—”

“You know I’m not Hallmark material, Bodhi. Maia only got me that because the director knew Saw years ago.”

Traffic started moving again at last and Jyn shoulder-checked, wondering if she should try to change lanes. “Anyway, enough about my career crashing and burning. How did your shoot today go?”

“Fine. I think they’ve decided to kill me off, though. I keep hearing rumours from the crew about a death scene coming up.”

“Shit, that sucks. Still, on your show that’s not necessarily the end.” Bodhi was finally getting some buzz for a minor role in a supernatural drama and Jyn had been hoping the show might move him up to a recurring character. He could still be that, even as a ghost.

Her phone buzzed and jumped in the cup holder, and she looked down to see a new text notification on the lock screen. It was from Draven. Fuck.

“Just got a text, Bodhi.” She grabbed the phone and swiped her thumb across the screen. “Wanna bet on whether they make up some transparent excuse, or come right out and say it’s because Andor hates me?”

He laughed. “My money’s on something meaningless about deciding to go in a different direction.”

Jyn didn’t answer. She was staring at the text on the screen with her mouth open. A blaring horn startled her into pressing her foot on the gas, and she almost rear-ended the Range Rover in front before slamming on the brakes.

“Jyn? What did they say? Jyn?”

“Draven still wants me! They’re offering me Rose!” She kept glancing back down at the words, unable to make herself believe it was true. Maybe she should screenshot it. Had he sent it to the wrong number by mistake? They’d had a couple of other actors in to read today as well; she knew because she’d passed one of them in the lobby.

Your read today was impressive. We’d like to offer you the part of Rose. If you accept, please reply to this text and have your agent get in touch with Alliance asap to arrange a contract signing.

Agent? Jyn held in a panicked giggle. Her last rep had let Jyn go after her spectacular downward spiral, and she was relying on an old friend who was a retired entertainment lawyer to review any contracts she was lucky enough to be offered. But Maia, like Bodhi, had stuck with Jyn through her lowest moments, and she more than deserved fifteen percent of whatever Alliance were going to pay her for this.

“That’s great, Jyn! Congratulations, I know you’re going to nail it. Just please, promise that you’ll try to get along with Andor. You don’t want to make an enemy out of him.”

“I promise, Bodhi,” Jyn vowed.

She could do this. She was going to be a professional. She would not antagonize or make faces at or be rude to Cassian “I’m an Oscar Winner” Andor, and not just because she desperately needed the job. She was meant for this role and it was made for her. She knew she could be great in this movie, and if it had anything like the kind of commercial success Draven’s track record predicted, it might actually resurrect her career.

*

“Tell me you didn’t offer her the part, Davits.” Cassian drummed his fingers on the leather seat.

“I don’t owe you an explanation, Cassian, but yes, I did. And she accepted.”

Draven’s tone was as cool and unperturbed as ever, and Cassian gritted his teeth. He owed the man a lot—most of his success, if he were being honest—and he wanted this film, but he didn’t know if he could stand working with that arrogant, aggressive piece of work for six weeks of location shooting in the middle of nowhere.

“No, you don’t owe me an explanation, but what if I tell you hiring her means I walk? I don’t see how I can work with her. Rose is a brilliant character, and Jyn Erso is a washed-up nepotism success who had one great role and then wasted her talent on getting wasted. She doesn’t deserve something like this falling into her lap.”

“If you feel that way, then do what you have to do. But I didn’t make the decision lightly. And for what it’s worth, Mon observed all the auditions and she agreed with this casting choice as well.”

Shit. If Draven had gone to the trouble of ensuring Mon Mothma would back his decision, Cassian’s chances of leveraging his approval of the female lead were a lot slimmer. He ground his teeth again.

The sound of keys tapping on Draven’s laptop came over the line, and a low murmur as he covered his headset and spoke to his assistant. Then his voice came back on. “You know how long I’ve wanted to make this film, Cassian. And I want to make it with you; there’s no-one else I’d rather have play Lopez. But if you can’t trust my judgment, we’ll have to part ways.”

Cassian reached for a chilled bottle of water and twisted the top off. “Maybe I just don’t understand why you hired the one actor who treated me like shit.”

“She was also the only one who challenged you,” Draven snapped. “With her, you were engaged, reacting the way Lopez ought to. You barely paid any attention to the other actors. In fact, you were on autopilot.”

“They were just chemistry reads!” Cassian protested. “They’re not supposed to be all-out efforts.”

“They still deserved more than you gave them. Don’t get complacent, Cassian. You’re my first choice, but you’re not the only choice. And from what I saw today, Jyn Erso will get under your skin, exactly as Rose ought to.”

“I’ll have to think about it,” Cassian said.

“Understood,” Draven said equably. “You have until Monday to decide. I can’t wait any longer than that to recast if you choose to back out. We can probably still get Solo if he hasn’t signed on to that superhero project yet.”

That was a low blow. Draven knew how much Cassian loathed Solo and his completely lax, unprepared style of acting. The man just showed up and did whatever came into his head. He’d probably get along great with Jyn Erso.

Even if this hadn’t been a killer script, one of Antoc Merrick’s exquisitely drawn character studies of morally conflicted people, Cassian felt like he was the only actor for this role. He’d broken in as a child actor in Draven’s first feature-length project; he’d transitioned from teen heart-throb into legitimate actor at twenty-one, thanks to the man’s visionary Oscar-winning ensemble piece; now it was time for him to move into the next phase of his career. And he wanted to do that with Draven once again.

Until now, he hadn’t cared that he’d be the secondary lead in a film that was built around the character of Rose. That was fine with Cassian; with the right actor as Rose, it would be a great film. But it had to be the right actor, because whoever it was would set the tone for their onscreen relationship, and the whole film.

Apparently, Draven wanted that to be hostile and aggressive. Well, he was the director and it was his call, as long as the studio agreed. Cassian might have tried going to them and pointing out all the potential problems with signing loose cannon Jyn Erso. But if Mothma had already been persuaded to sign off on her, it didn’t sound like Alliance would object.

He still wanted this role. If he had to put up with Jyn Erso for it… he’d manage. Somehow.

“Fine,” Cassian said curtly. “I’m in. Send Melshi the script and the contract by Monday morning.”

*

“You wanted a meeting. Here I am.”

Jyn Erso didn’t look comfortable on the gray leather couch in his office, though Cassian couldn't pinpoint why. She certainly wasn’t fidgeting; with her hands resting in her lap as neatly as a deportment class, she sat upright and stared straight at him.

“Thanks for coming.” He held grimly tight to his manners. “Can I get you a coffee? Water?”

“I’m good.”

To give himself something to do while he tried to calm down, Cassian went through the motions of brewing an americano on the little machine in the corner of his office. He tried to be subtle about watching Jyn, though she was well aware of his scrutiny judging from the way she was scrolling through her phone with an air of total disinterest.

She was dressed to unimpress in typical L.A. casual style that didn’t give any signal of how much it cost, although her torn jeans looked a bit more thrift store find than Rodeo Drive distressed. With her hair pulled into a messy braid and no visible makeup, she looked even younger than her twenty-four years. He wondered again how she’d managed to waste every opportunity she’d had showered on her as the golden child of two 1980s Hollywood stars. She hadn’t even shown any interest in acting until she was in her late teens, and she’d never had any formal training that he knew of.

Finally, Cassian couldn’t put off talking to her any longer. He had to try and see if they could salvage a civil working relationship. He sat down in the mid-century chair across from the couch and took a fortifying gulp of espresso before smiling at her as charmingly as he could.

She looked up from her phone, but her eyes were blank and cool. Once again, she gave no reaction, no slight softening or any hint of interest in what he wanted. How the hell was he supposed to act with someone who didn’t give him anything to react to?

“You made some interesting choices the other day at the read,” he said neutrally. “Can you tell me a little bit about how you see Rose and Lopez connecting in that scene?”

“They don’t,” Jyn said. “That’s the whole point. She doesn’t like or trust him, she just needs him to get what she wants.”

“At the start, yes.” Cassian focused on keeping his jaw and shoulders relaxed. “But have you read the whole script? They end up relying on each other. If their relationship didn’t have an arc, it wouldn’t be much of a film.”

She bristled, her shoulders tightening and eyes narrowing. “Of course I read the whole script. This isn’t some kind of buddy-buddy action flick, though. Rose has no reason to trust a cop.”

“And Lopez has no reason to help an ex-con,” Cassian said. “But he does.”

Jyn rolled her eyes so hard he could almost hear them rattle in her head. “Yeah, because he’s trying to make up for his own shitty past choices.”

“That’s part of it, but not all,” Cassian disagreed. And then he realized how stupid it was to be debating the motivation of his character with her. It didn’t matter what she thought, as long as Draven was satisfied with his work. Cassian couldn’t let her get under his skin again.

He lifted his cup to his mouth, took a long sip, and swallowed deliberately before gently setting the cup down on the table between them. She watched him unblinking. Cassian’s unease reminded him of the time he’d visited Sicily, constantly aware that he was on the slopes of an active volcano. Her cold composure was deceptive; he’d seen the unpredictable depths of fire beneath once already. He didn’t want to be around for another eruption.

“So how exactly do you plan on this working?” he asked finally. “Are you going to do nothing but either glare at me or ignore me for the whole six weeks of shooting? It won’t be what’s best for the film, but if that’s what you want, fine.”

“This isn’t a romcom,” she said dismissively. “There are no love scenes, thank God, and we don’t have to like each other to play opposite each other. We don’t even have to pretend to get along, at least until the press tour starts. Just do your job and I’ll do mine.”

He shrugged. “As long as you’re sure you can. This is a big part. I’m offering my help, you might want to take me up on it.”

“Is that a threat?” she snapped, pushing up to her feet and glaring down at him. Somehow all five foot two of her managed to seem far more intimidating than she ought to be, puffing up like an aggressive cat. “If you’re trying to push me out, go ahead and do your worst, but I’m not quitting.”

“No, it’s not a threat. But you need this role. You’re not going to have another opportunity like it, if you screw it up.”

“I’m aware,” she said, her voice dangerously calm, her fingers curled almost into stiff claws at her side and her green-gold eyes boring into his. The volcano was rumbling now, tremors shaking under his feet. He didn’t know whether it was more dangerous to challenge her by maintaining eye contact or to look away.

“Then why are you being so fucking childish?” he snapped.

Her eyes blazed, her hands flexed. Cassian thought she was actually going to take a swing at him, or maybe pick up the geode paperweight on the table and chuck it at his head. Then suddenly, she deflated; something in her backed down and retreated, maybe because of her own self-interest or common sense returning. Her temper subsided slowly. He could almost see her force it back into its ill-concealed hiding place.

“Don’t be so bloody condescending and we won’t have an issue,” she said. “Maybe I haven’t been acting since I was six, but I have enough experience that I’m not interested in being pushed around. You have to be able to trust your scene partner to work with them, and right now I don’t trust you.”

She didn’t trust him? That was rich, considering the way she’d bulldozed over every one of his lines in their read.

“I’m not going to be anyone’s doormat, no matter how many awards you have on that ego shelf.” She jerked her chin at the tasteful assortment of statuettes and plaques on the teak credenza behind his desk. “Draven chose me for the role, even if you don’t like it. So you can lump it.”

Cassian leaned back, crossed his arms over his chest and stared up at her. Jyn Erso wasn’t about to back down from any confrontation, that was obvious. He could finally understand why Draven saw Rose in her stubborn persistence.

Well, it should be an interesting experience. Cassian would come out of it with a solid role under his belt and a few more award nominations, or else a front row seat to Jyn Erso’s next self-destructive meltdown.

“Then I’ll see you in a few weeks.” He got to his feet and held out his hand.

She eyed him sceptically, but finally stepped closer, took his hand in her small, disconcertingly calloused grip and shook. He constructed the façade of a smile and when she flashed a sharp, bared-teeth grin at him, it cracked into a real one. The woman was incorrigible.

She blinked, tilting her head as though she were puzzled, and something he hadn’t seen before flickered in her hazel eyes. He became aware their hands were still linked.

“Cassian?” His PA tapped on the doorframe and widened the gap in the door enough to lean inside. “Your three o'clock is here.”

She glanced at Melshi, breaking the connection between their eyes, and jerked her hand out of his. The moment shattered. 

[animeyanderelover]

Can i request darling hate popular/rich people for oikawa, kise, and akashi? How would they win darling heart?

Not gonna lie, but Oikawa is the most harmless one in here because the other two are risky.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, manipulation, controlling behavior, sabotage, kidnapping, blackmailing, bribing, threatening, paranoia, unhinged behavior

I hate people like you the most

Tōru Oikawa (Aged Up)

👑Given his slightly more arrogant and sometimes immature behavior and the fact that he is constantly surrounded by screeching fangirls it might not be surprising that his darling dislikes him. And for Oikawa this is not understanding. That guy is delusional and thinks he is the best which is why he has the confidence that you will have to love him one day as well. You avoiding him is not the best thing you could do, especially if you didn’t tell him the reason why. Because that guy simply follows you around in an attempt to find out why you act this way, slowly starting to break on all of this. Different from Kise and Akashi it is possible for Tōru to start getting insecure, a rather dangerous thing because once he gets in an inner conflict with his delusions and self-doubts, he tends to snap more easily which might lead to him kidnapping his darling.

👑And him being pushy might just lead to his darling exploding with annoyance and hissing angrily at him that she hates people like him the most. Cue word for Tōru’s heart to break in pieces because he truly doesn’t want to be hated from his darling. And from the hurt expression he gives his darling it is obvious how he feels, too many emotions inside of him which might just seriously lead him to crying in front of his darling. Hajime knows how he feels and might have talked to his darling for his sake, noticing how distraught his friend has been since quite some time. Because afterwards Oikawa has officially hit the bottom on his low self-esteem, he doesn’t know what to do. He is either a guy who has all the confidence to charm anyone or someone who cannot see to function properly and is instead working himself up over something which keeps him from being his usual self. In a normal situation Iwaizumi might have made fun of his friend, but seeing how negatively affected he really is by all of this, he can’t bring himself to do so.

👑It is one of the first times Oikawa experiences that charms and look won’t work nor do presents because it makes you see him only more as a rich brat. And whenever he tries to talk to you, you just ignore him, not wanting to have to do anything with him which messes badly with his mind. And the moment he asks his best friend one day with a quiet voice if he actually thinks he is all that great is the moment it gets alarming for everyone because the moment Oikawa has reached this point, he has lost confidence and this has it’s toll on everything he does as well.

👑He still tries to get your attention and talk to you, but he is a lot more discouraged and he physically flinches when you ignore him or just give him a cold glare, ending with him always walking with a head hanging low away. And the more desperate he gets, the more the danger comes closer that he might kidnap his darling which wouldn’t be a perfect option. It’s not like the whole team has started trying to help by now, realizing the only way to help their captain is bringing you to realizing that he is more than just popular and a seducer. All of them also try to give him advices on what to do so you finally pay attention to him, people like Takahiro probably ask their older sister for help as well. It honestly is only one short moment needed where Oikawa realizes that he has flattered you to help him gaining more courage back and sticking to whatever concept has helped him doing so.

Kise Ryōta (Aged Up)

✨Kise is rather full of himself which is pretty obvious from the way he acts around everyone else and constantly flirts with you, a thing which you watch through narrowed eyes. He has his fanclub as well next to the fact that his face is pretty known due to being part of the Generation of Miracles and a model, making him rich and popular, a combination his darling hates the most. And so it has to end with them rejecting him and showing him the cold shoulder the one or another way which irritates Kise a lot. He is delusional as well, he also believes that due to his looks and his charming behavior everyone must love him, including his darling. But the thing that differs him from Oikawa is the fact that he refuses to give up on believing him and it leads him, hate to say it, blaming it on his darling and everyone around them.

✨Kise also doesn’t want others to find out that you hate him, it is shameful for him to know that some people know that there is someone who isn’t impressed by him, even more if it is the one person he has been pinning after this whole time. It might lead people to make fun of him and he would like to avoid that because his reaction to this is not funny. It is always replied with this cold and eerie smile from him, one that really does make someone feel like a bucket of cold water has just been emptied over their head and gives them chills. He absolutely plans on still getting together with his darling and is ready to take full advantage of his popularity, though he wouldn’t try it that way at first. At the beginning he just tries to act like he is the victim and the hurt one in here, whining and trying to guilt-trip you into at the very least giving him a chance, probably using his own teammates as well so they talk good about him when with you. And at the same time he starts scaring others away from you, isolating you so you only have him to spend time with.

✨At first he turns his madness to those who might have told you in the first place that rich people like him are only unfaithful and not to be trusted, even if they are your own parents. For Kise it is pretty much everyone against him just so he can finally have his darling for himself and he is absolutely ready to do so. It honestly starts with him being undercover since he still tries to keep his composure in front of you, just trying to talk you into at the very least trying it out and giving him a chance since he has other methods besides buying presents and using his looks, though it might just annoy you even more.

✨But there is a limit on how much he will try this and the more forced his smiles look, the closer he is pushed to his own breaking point and it is for the best if his darling just stops there because the moment he has finally broken is the moment the look in his eyes changes and he won’t hide it from his darling either. Kise is a terrible blackmailer and uses all his fans against you who are enraged anyways since you don’t like him which might give you a rather difficult time and he is absolutely ready to use friends and family against his darling as well, either by threatening his darling to do something against them or by gaining their friendship and manipulating them into trying to talk you into giving him a chance, seeing him as a perfect man. In either way he ends up pushing you in a corner and the only way outside of this is becoming his partner.

Seijūrō Akashi (Aged Up)

🏆Akashi does think of himself as absolute and for that as the best, but he is a bit more down to earth than his blonde model friend is and can understand and see things from the point of others better which of course doesn’t mean that he has to accept or like it as well. And of course Akashi can and will put others down to think higher of himself when someone goes against him and tries to humiliate him which ends with him dehumanizing them in public because he can still be triggered in bringing his second Akashi out. And he is pretty much the fastest to find out why his darling dislikes him so much, either because he pieced it together himself or asked someone from whom he knew they would know it and since everyone knows what happens if they don’t answer him, especially since he likes you, they might have felt too scared to not answer.

🏆And Akashi understands this, he manages to bring the most sympathy out for his darling. He knows he is intimidating due to the money and influence he has, he knows that his popularity can be annoying for some, he knows that not everyone has to like him though it is quite the shame that you count to this kind of people as well. But he also tries to convince you into just trying it with him and talking it out with him. Of course you don’t have to love him, but he didn’t choose to be born this way either and whatever bad experiences you might have had with others or whatever someone else might have taught you about popular and wealthy people, it doesn’t have to apply to him as well. He can show you if you would just let him. Akashi is good in convincing people so he might manage to make you question yourself if you should do it already here, though you might still cling onto your beliefs and continue to ignore him. And whilst Akashi has more patience for you than for others, he still can’t stand if you from all people ignore him, especially if you are impolite and don’t even look at him when he’s talking with you.

🏆And you might have expected it, but from all people here he turns out to be the most ruthless, worse than Kise due to being so incredibly aware and knowing that what he is about to do is not right in any way. But he just doesn’t care, he is possessive and once he has claimed you in his heart as his he will do everything to make that happen in reality as well. Akashi gives you actually a warning before, informing you that if you continue being that way something unpleasant will have to happen which, he can guarantee you that, won’t be to your liking at all and these calm yet serious words will give you goosebumps.

🏆It’s his last warning and deep down he hopes that you will take this to your heart and understand that he will have to use other methods if you don’t even want to try it. Of course this might only scare you more and make you flee as soon as you see him and that’s when Akashi finally stops his nice guy act and switches his ways. Not gonna lie, he is disappointed that it had to come to this, but he gave you enough chances and if you choose to be stubborn he can’t do anything against it. And he will make sure that you come back to him, be that because everyone else suddenly avoids you and he is the only one by your side or because your family is suddenly in deep financial problems or finds no job. And of course he is ready to help you, everything to prove to you that he is different, but there has to be a small price from you in return.

[kitsu-katsu]

About revived (by Derivakat)

(Disclaimer: Nothing against Derivakat, I think her songs are amazing in general and she's very talented, I simply have a bone to pick with these lyrics and characterization)

So um, here's my counter to some of the lyrics because fuck it, I'm tired and fueled by spite, let's go:

Let's start with the chorus:

"White streak in my hair but no stress now" - Funnily incorrect, cc!Wilbur confirmed that the white hair is from stress itself, it's not about the revival process alone. Also just by reasoning, I cannot imagine what might have been stressful about spiralling and believing that the world is out to crush you, believing that you're the scum of the Earth as well, only to die, spend 13 and half years in dark isolation and then being jolted back up to life missing huge chunks of information, really cannot fathom how that might be stressful /s

"I've seen hell, but this is a bit more my style" - True you know? It's awesome that he's said that he's over the moon about being alive again after spending 13 and a half years of pure isolation in the dark, screming until his throat was hoarse. But coming from the tone of it, I'd like to point out that Wilbur's also still passively suicidal and self harms (check out the part under "He doesn't love TNT, he self-harms with it" in this post)

"A decade of time to make everything mine" (also counts for "This is my sunrise, this is my dawn, this is what I've waited for all along. All of this time, all this is mine. MINE. MINE. MINE!")- Honestly, based on what he's been doing, no prejudices, forget everything fandom's said: he doesn't really seem to want to "make everything his", does he? This perception mostly comes from him saying "This is my sunrise, this is mine!" in the original revival stream, however, if you forget about common fandom perception, what's so evilly framed about a guy who spent 13 and a half years of isolation in the dark saying "this is my sunrise!" after watching the sun coming up again for the first time since his death, in which he was extremely emotionally unstable? Like for real?

Now onto the verses:

"Am I the bad guy? I'll be the bad guy again" and "I've come back hell-bent" - Now, he has said that: “Here’s the thing, Tommy. I, I, I, I know I was bad, and I know I can redeem myself, but like, you know, there’s a little bit of fun in being bad, you know, we’ve spoken about this.” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 11:31, 5th May), BUT, since then he's also expressed genuine remorse for his worse actions during Pogtopia (check out the parts under "He really regrets what happened in Pogtopia" and "Wilbur cares. A LOT" in this post), a wanting to redeem himself and truly become better and... uh... OH! He's also admitted that he's afraid he scares people and cried when Ranboo said that he was "an alright person". For real, just watch the Healthy Competition stream and read this reddit post by cc!Wilbur

The reddit post in question, just in case:

"You think I cared? It was always a means to an end" - So false. Just... so false. Ok, so quick one, let's review the actual lines said originally about him "not caring for L'manburg" in full:

“Uh, one thing, I didn’t actually really care about L'Manberg, I just cared about, you know, sticking it to the man. Actually, I cared about L'Manberg for the sole reason that I could use it to stick it to the man.” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 24:18, 5th May)

“Look, I- Okay, I said it wrong. Look, I did care about- I did care about L'Manberg, but I cared about it for- You would call it the wrong reasons, but I, I- Just don’t think about it, don’t think about it too hard. Look, L'Manberg’s gone now, we’ve got that, you know- That, that wart on my side is gone, you know. I salute it, I salute it, you know, it was a great- It was a great place.” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 25:18, 5th May)

“Look, Tommy, I’m gonna reiterate for you once more because I don’t think you quite understood, and that’s okay, you know, you don’t need to understand everything. I did care about L'Manberg. I did, I did. A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet, Tommy. L'Manberg would have been as loved by me had it been called Bimbum and was built in the middle of the desert.” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 26:05, 5th May)

“The actual location, and the actual things it was, it were, were not important to me. It’s the thing it stood for. Which was freedom, liberty, and sticking it to the man, Tommy!” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 26:26, 5th May)

“We were a family, Tommy. We were…” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 27:26, 5th May)

So as you may see, he retracts himself immediately and explains his feelings with more nuance

Then, let's look at the more recent confession to Ranboo:

“I told Tommy that I didn’t actually care about L'Manberg, and that it was just like a tool for me to use to gain like, you know, power and stuff. But it’s not, it’s not true.” - (Wilbur’s A Year Later: 26:36, 3rd Aug)

“L'Manberg is- was really important to me. And it is still to this day.” - (Wilbur’s A Year Later: 26:47, 3rd Aug)

“I want it to, em, I want its history to live on not as a stain caused by me, you know. I basically just took a big shit on the history books, it feels like. I wanna, I wanna make it, I wanna make it feel like it was, you know, it was something that happened. You know, it was a great thing, you know, think of the good times. The- The years of safety. Well, not years, but you know.” - (Wilbur’s A Year Later: 26:47, 3rd Aug)

If this got more explicit I'd be literally hitting you over the head with it. Anyway, check out the parts under "Wilbur cared. A LOT" and "He really cared and cares about L'Manburg, and didn't want its ideals twisted to hur others with" in this post

"So who cares? So what? I'm not calming down" and "Shut up! And listen" - “Tommy, shut up! I mean, Tommy, come over here. Tommy, come over here, come over here, man. It’s cool, it’s cool, it’s cool. Sorry, I, I-” (Alivebur)

– (Wilbur’s A Deck of Cards with a Green Smile on them: 26:08, 31st May)

That line's totality gets often cut down, erasing the immediate apology after the loss of cool. Furthermore, I'd argue that him "not calming down" in general is mainly due to his euphoria and overexcitement during certain scenes where it makes complete sense for him to be feeling like that, and in a broader sense, he has a tendency to say things in the heat of the moment and out of impulsivity that he turns to later regret from all the way back at Pogtopia. Him not calming down now is either out of impulsivity or outright euphoria to be out of limbo, not necessarily an evil thing. And when he percieves he should calm down, he tries his best to do it, or apologizes for snapping

“I’m sorry I wasn’t, you know, entirely on the same page. But, man, I promise you, I’ve calmed down, you know, I’m all, I’m all settled in. I understand, you know, what’s changed, what hasn’t, who’s new, who’s old, you know, who’s still about, you know, who… Who, uh… uh… Who trusts me and stuff.” - (Wilbur’s A Year Later: 15:04, 3rd Aug)

“I relived that explosion in my head so many times man. And, and, and I- I get that you don’t, you don’t trust me, I do, but like, man, look at me, bro, I’m not gonna do it again. I’m not gonna- I’m not gonna hurt you again.” - (Wilbur’s A Year Later: 21:21, 3rd Aug)

(Check out the parts under "Wilbur cares. A LOT", "Paranoia and distrustfulness are integral parts of his character", "Self-loathing and self-sabotage are also integral parts of his character", "He hesitated regarding the button tons of times" and "He feels inhuman. He knows that people see him as a freak, evil or crazy and that makes him feel dehumanized" in this post)

"There's nothing wrong with me" - BUDDY. Wilbur drowns in self-hatred, what are you talking about? The man got caught off guard and cried when someone said "you're an alright person"... He's worried that he scares people, he knows how others see him on top of his own self-hatred

“TommyInnit, as you know, is just, he thinks I’m insane. I’m not insane, chat, I’m not insane.” - (Wilbur’s The Festival: 4:30, 16th Oct)

“See, I’m not so crazy, Tommy. I know what I’m doing.” - (Wilbur’s The Festival: 16:40, 16th Oct)

“I’ve told you, I’m not crazy, Tommy. I know what I’m doing, and this is genuinely the best thing we could do right now.” - (Wilbur’s The Festival: 17:18, 16th Oct)

“I’m not crazy! How am I crazy?!” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 43:18, 17th Oct)

“Everyone I seem to meet has this deep intrisnic feeling of disgust towards me. Jack Manifold seemed to be quite nice to me, but I reckon he, I could feel it, you know, in his stare. But like, you don’t have that. I can tell you’re a good guy.” - (Wilbur’s resurrected gentleman of L'manburg: 30:24, 5th May)

“Quackity, I’ve, I’ve, I’ve, I’ll be honest you with you, I’ve lost everything, man. I, um. I’ve lost decades of my life. I’ve lost my- most of the people who cared about me. Some people don’t even know I’m back yet, and I, and I think that’s probably for the best. So I feel like that does humble a man. That really humbles a man, you know?” – (Wilbur’s A Deck of Cards with a Green Smile on them: 1:00:52, 31st May)

“Listen, Phil, I met, I met Quackity. After you very kindly lent me your house. I went and met him. Yeah! I met up with him, and I hadn’t seen him in ages. It was, I’m gonna say it, it was nice. It was a nice time. I- I- It felt good, it felt, uh, you know, he didn’t, he didn’t seem afraid of me, which is cool.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 7:38, 25th July)

“Not many people do. I mean, Phil, you don’t seem afraid of me, you’re not afraid of me, are you, Phil?” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 8:03, 25th July)

“Good, good. 'Cause I’m not afraid of you.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 8:10, 25th July)

“Why? Why? … No, no, no, no, no, not the, not the bit about the, not the bit about the right foot, the why don’t you think I’m a bad person?” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 35:13, 25th July)

“Can I be real with you, man? I think I scare people.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 36:30, 25th July)

“I mean, like I, I, I, I don’t think I, I- I think a lot of people share your idea, but they share your idea in trying to- trying to keep me from hurting them, you know? Like they’ve seen what I can do, and they don’t want me to do it again, so they adopt your emotion in order to do it.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 36:46, 25th July)

“Dream is- He’s had his comeuppance, and I have not! My comeuppance was apparently not good enough for this people. They’re just waiting, they’re waiting for the next thing for me to slip up on, and, Ranboo, I’m not gonna fucking slip up, Ranboo. I’m different.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 38:07, 25th July)

“I’m living in eternal limbo, again. I’ve been through limbo, I’m out of limbo, and socially, I’m still in this limbo.” - (Wilbur’s Healthy Competition: 38:36, 25th July)

(Check out the parts under "He feels inhuman. He knows that people see him as a freak, evil or crazy and that makes him feel dehumanized", "Paranoia and distrustfulness are integral parts of his character" and "Self-loathing and self-sabotage are also integral parts of his character" in this post)

"Oh yes, I blew up the nation!" (said with glee) - I make a point of the tone in this specific line, because I could make a point of the tone in the whole song, but this line is a good example. He didn't blow up L'manburg just with glee like "hell yeah! I did it!". Of course he talks about it with pride sometimes, but it's usually either said in the middle of the same impulsive moments in which he'd claim he doesn't care, said with relief of him having control over at least that situation (like him sighing right after doing it just to ask Phil to finish it off by killing him), or said with the same deflection with which he'd claim that not having a grave didn't affect him and was badass actually since he only wanted it for the hateful obituaries anyway (which was a lie, and he admitted it on the third of august stream when saying "I was so pressed about not having a grave" in case you had doubts)

Finally, I want to make emphasis on the fact that: The explosion on the 16th had two main drives behind it and they often get glossed over. The first objectivee was blowing it up and causing just enough destruction to get L'manburg back (You know, when Wilbur still had some kind of hope). After his spiral went further and his paranoia and self-loathing worsened, his two drives become apparent: First was blowing it up to rid the world of the twisted thing L'manburg became, ridding the world of what the twisted version of his ideals became with Schlatt in control of them. Secondly, he wanted to end L'manburg as a part of himself and rid the world of himself completely (by this I'm referencing his suicide), he decided he wanted to die and expected that as a result since a lot of time before the 16th. The explosion was effectively a bigger projection of his suicide, rid the world of both himself and his creation, mixed with his constant desire to protect, it also becomes "rid the world of the corrupted version of L'manburg that became Manburg", because for all intents and purposes, since the important thing about L'manburg was its founding ideals, L'manburg had been dead for a long time at that point.

“Yesterday I had the perfect opportunity to blow everything up and finally end it, you know. I had the perfect opportunity to finally blow up everything and end it and just completely save everyone, right, from the tyranny of Schlatt and the tyranny of the existence of Manberg and L’Manberg, right.” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 25:17, 17th Oct)

“Explain it to me! Give me a reason! Give me a reason!” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 26:50, 17th Oct)

“Who else is it gonna hurt?! It’s gonna hurt Schlatt, Manberg, and-” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 26:55, 17th Oct)

“Why did I bring- I should have just done it. I’m such a fucking showman. I should have just done it.” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 27:18, 17th Oct)

“No you two can escape, I’ll be the… I’ll- I’ll- I’ll be… I’ll be trapped in here…” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 27:27, 17th Oct)

“I just- I just want to f… I just wanna end it, I wanna end it. I wanna press that button, man.” - (Wilbur’s Speedy Stream Festival What festival: 28:08, 17th Oct)

(Check out the parts under "Wilbur cares. A LOT", "Paranoia and distrustfulness are integral parts of his character", "Self-loathing and self-sabotage are also integral parts of his character", "He hesitated regarding the button tons of times", "He really cared and cares about L'Manburg, and didn't want its ideals twisted to hur others with", and "He really regrets what happened in Pogtopia" in this post)

[ammonitetheseaserpent]

Wake up, new fic just dropped! This one details the beginning of my Eye For Seven Eyes AU, which you can find here: https://ammonitetheseawing.tumblr.com/post/669924303571173376/slams-a-huge-roll-of-paper-covered-with-writing

Trigger warnings: Implied torture, out-of-body experience (kinda) (just in case), implied trauma.

Here we go!

Self-Sabotage: Outsider’s Perspective

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It happened so fast.

It felt like it dragged on for a million years.

It happened all at once.

It happened one agonizing step at a time.

It happened.

Agony.

All agony.

It lashed through every muscle, every nerve, every fiber of her being.

It opened her mouth in a scream she couldn’t hear herself release.

It fragmented

Her mind

Until her mind

Her body

Was no longer hers

But someone

Else’s

Silence.

…

What is a soul?

It was a question she’d asked herself many times, yet could never quite find a definitive answer to.

Could it be the thing that compels a person to leave an impact beyond their lifespan? Or does it create morality? Does it stay in a different realm or get reborn into a different body when the original one ceases to contain it?

Marcy supposes she’ll have all the time in the world to contemplate this aspect of one’s being that people call a soul.

Because now, that aspect is all she has.

She isn’t entirely sure yet what that means, exactly, but if there’s one thing she knows, it’s that she’s a shadow of herself.

Not unlike the figure next to her, regarding her with a small, soulless grin.

Fixing her with 10 glowing eyes, from a face that was once her own.

Marcy shakes herself, mind still reeling faintly. The last thing she remembers is seeing three figures - two newts and a large, unmistakable one (don’t think about him) - leave the space she was in, trailing silence behind them.

Then a voice had cut through the haze. She’d snapped her gaze up in the direction it had come from, finding a figure that was… her, but not her. Something - the Core, her mind supplies - had turned her head at an unnatural angle to grin at Marcy with all her teeth.

That was when, almost on instinct, she’d looked down at her hands and discovered she could see right through them.

Which explained a few things.

Like, how she was still here when her body had been inhabited by a foreign entity.

She’d honestly be fascinated if it weren’t so existentially unsettling.

Where am I, anyway?

Marcy begins scouring the dark, foreboding space around her, searching for something to jog her memory further. A coral-carved throne, a colossal, mechanical sphere with many arms that vaguely remind her of a villain from a superhero movie-

Her metaphorical heart sinks as she fully registers her surroundings, and recalls the context behind them.

This was the same room where her fate had been sealed.

The same room where he had turned his head and refused to watch as a sinister helmet had descended from-

Nope. Do not think about that right now.

Or ever. That works, too.

Steeling herself, Marcy weighs her options.

Option number one: Get help.

As she ponders this carefully, a recent memory comes into focus - Olivia and Yunan. They’d been there, standing as rigid as blocks of ice, when she’d first regained consciousness. They’d looked right at her, but hadn’t seemed to… see her.

That could be a minor obstacle.

A sudden jolt runs through her. Her friends - could she find a way to contact them?

After a brief moment, Marcy shakes her head, mentally crossing that option off her list. Anne would be on Earth by now - and, well… Frog knew that place came with its own can of worms.

Not to mention the fact that she seems to pass through anything she tries to touch, so…

Interdimensional travel? Out of the question.

As is Sasha - the last time Marcy had seen her, she’d been completely incapacitated, stunned after being thrown against a wall by a tyrant’s tail. She (and Captain Grime) could be anywhere in Amphibia by now.

Besides, even if she did, hypothetically, manage to track one of them down, she can’t exactly guarantee they’d be… thrilled to see her.

So, for now, she’ll just… stick close to the Core. Keep an eye on it. Make sure it doesn’t, like, overestimate her body’s resilience and break all her bones or something.

That seems like a sensible plan of action.

[collecting-stories]

Self Sabotage - JJ Maybank

Request: Hey babe ♥️ can I request 71. “Look I know we don’t know each other that well but I’m still worried about you.” and 123. “If I asked you to stay, would you?” With jj? Just some pure fluff and hear eyes

A/N: Told you I wrote this twice 😂

Pink Kush (the sequel) | Outer Banks Masterlist

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The party was strictly kook. You had gone to Neptune 09er’s lengths to ensure that the “coded” party message that you sent out to ‘kooks only’ made it clear that there were no pogues allowed at this most elite summer celebration. But nothing could keep away the Outer Banks’ most notorious rabble rousers. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone that pogues crashed the party, or even that they found the party. Walking passed your house was enough indication that there was something going on. If Scarlett wasn’t practically dating one of Peterkin’s deputies, she the whole thing would’ve been shut down. But it never was and the pogue crowd always showed up.

And maybe it would’ve been fine except the blond one couldn’t keep his mouth shut and Rafe was equal parts dick, especially when he was drunk. You weren’t even sure what had started the fight. You were in the kitchen with Sarah, who was ostracized, blamed for inviting the pogues that showed up, and generally ignored by other kooks at the party, when Scarlett came in, fuming.  

“I swear to god!” Scarlett cursed, grabbing a bottle off the counter, “these pogue losers are such fucking...” she groaned.

“What?” You asked, looking over at her. It was only then you realized the wealth of people who had started to congregate near the back door. As if something was drawing them there. Behind the thumping of the stereo in the living room you could hear it. The sound of shouting. “What is that?”

“That fucking dumbass friend of your boyfriend’s!” Scarlett said, directing her comment at Sarah.  

“What?” Sarah headed toward the crowd and you followed, pushing through people only to be let out into the backyard. There by the pool, Rafe was shouting at JJ, cursing him out, threatening him. They’d get close enough to shove the other but not anything more serious than that. “Rafe!” Sarah shouted, catching her brother’s attention.  

He turned to look at her and JJ took the opportunity to tackle him, knocking both of them into the water. Rafe surfaced first, grabbing JJ’s shoulders and shoving him under the water, clearly prepared to drown the pogue.  

“Topper!” You yelled, catching his attention, “get your fucking friend!”  

Some of the other pogues were at the water’s edge, trying to reach them without actually going into the pool, a strategy that obviously wasn’t working. Topper got in, grabbing Rafe and pulling him back enough that he released JJ, the other boy practically unconscious as he floated in the water. Years of life guarding at the Island Club’s indoor pool had afforded you the ability to know CPR like the back of your hand and you ran over to help as two guys pulled him out of the water.  

“Move,” you insisted, pushing your way through people and falling to your knees beside him. You leaned over JJ, pressing your ear to his chest for a moment before laying your hands over him.  

“You know CPR?” One of his friends asked, hovering your space as you counted out compressions.  

“Yes.”  

You apologized to the guy, Pope as you later learned, for snapping once JJ had sputtered out the water he swallowed, throwing himself forward and laying his head back down on your lap, pressing the side of his face into your thigh. You brushed hair off his forehead out of instinct, trying to cradle him against you too.  

“Are you okay?” Pope asked, helping JJ to sit up. You patted his back gently, moving around so you were on the other side of him.  

“Do you wanna go inside?” You asked. The crowd of pogues and kooks standing around watching hadn’t dispersed, hovering around trying to gauge if JJ was alright. Pope glanced around as Kiara came through the crowd to help. A little too late but she still weaseled her way in between you and JJ, helping him to his feet.  

“That would be good.” Pope said, wrapping his arm around JJ while Kiara stayed on his other side, helping him walk into the house with you. You could hear Pope telling JJ that they were taking him inside.  

The downstairs was mostly crowded so you led them upstairs, JJ managing by himself, pushing Kiara and Pope away when they tried to help him. “I’ve got it.” He insisted.  

“My room is right here.” You said, letting JJ pass you into the room, his wet footprints tracking across the wooden floor. Kiara hovered in the door while Pope went in after him.  

“Thanks,” Kiara finally said, somewhat awkward. To be fair, the two of you weren’t friends and you had spent the better part of the school year ignoring her for the likes of other kooks closer to your own tax bracket.  

“I’ll get a change of clothes?” You offered, not sure what to do now that JJ was in your room, just standing there in the middle of the room, soaking wet. You crossed the hall to your parents’ room, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and one of your dad’s old college shirts. When you came back into your room JJ was standing in the same place, a cut on his forehead, just above his eyebrow, bleeding. He kept wiping at it as if that would stop the bleeding. You held the clothes out for him, “here. There’s a bathroom right there.”

“Gotta love the kook life.” JJ muttered, grabbing the clothes and heading for the bathroom.

“Glad your recovered enough to be an asshole.” You snapped back.

“Hey,” JJ turned around at the door, glaring at you, “I didn’t ask to get fucking drowned by your douche bag friend.”

“I didn’t invite you to this party!” You said.

“Guys!” Pope snapped, stepping in between the two of you, “just...JJ go get changed.”

“I’m gonna grab some water bottles,” Kiara announced once JJ was in the bathroom, “might help sober him up.” She gave Pope a pointed look and he nodded.

“I’ll go with you.”

“Oh cool, just leave me here.” You replied, sitting down on your bed and rolling your eyes. Neither of them said anything, just headed out of the room and down the stairs to grab water bottles from the fridge.  

You stayed there until JJ finally came out, drying off his hair with a towel. “I left my clothes on the sink...”  

“I’ll throw them in the dryer.” You shrugged, “Look I know we don’t know each other that well but I’m still worried about you. Are you sure you’re okay?”  

“I’m fine.” JJ replied, tossing the towel in your hamper.  

“You gotta have a death wish.”  

“What?” He asked, looking over at you.

“Rafe’s fucking psychotic JJ, he would’ve killed you, ya know?” You pointed out, “if he didn’t show up uninvited to every party I wouldn’t have anything to do with him.”  

“Yeah.”

“Don’t say ‘yeah’ like you don’t believe me.” You said, “you don’t know me.”

“And yet you’re so concerned.”

“I am concerned!” You huffed, crossing your arms and looking away from him. “You almost fucking died out there...I literally did CPR on you and you’re gonna bitch at me? Look, I’m just trying to make sure that you’re okay.”  

JJ shrugged, sitting down in your desk chair and spinning it around once before facing you again. He had come to the party with everyone after he heard Sarah mention it to Kiara. It would’ve been fine, they got in unnoticed and mingled with some kooks without any trouble at all, but JJ was still fuming from a fight with his father and had, admittedly, being looking for a reason to pick a fight or get blacked-out. He saw Rafe and it was like the answer to his prayers. He started the fight and when Rafe tackled him into the pool and he hit his head on the side he’d honestly been happy to just let himself get wailed on, the older Cameron could’ve drowned him and he would’ve been thrilled.  

“Your still bleeding.” You noticed, getting up from your bed and going into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet.

He said nothing as you cleared some books off your stool and pulled it over so that you could sit in front of him, opening the kit on your lap and pulling things out. JJ sat still, tensing when you touched his face, pushing still wet hair out of his face so that you could clean out the wound and bandage it. You weren’t sure if JJ had sobered up at all or if he was still somewhat drunk, if he’d been drunk at all or just out of his mind. Either way, you could imagine him walking back down into that party.  

“This might sound crazy but, if I asked you to stay, would you?” You asked, pressing the bandage over his cut.  

“Why?”

“Cause I honestly don’t think you should be alone right now.” You replied, “but what do I know?”

JJ frowned, biting on his tongue, “did Kie and Pope go back downstairs?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded, they were at the edge of their patience and he knew that. They’d been putting up with and taking care of his reckless behavior for the last few months if not years. They probably left altogether or at least were staying downstairs so they didn’t have to take care of this. “You don’t want to deal with this.” JJ replied, an offering of an out to you.  

“Let me decide that?”  

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[obeymeluv]

Could you do one with an MC who is rich and has two butlers and they happen to arrive out of nowhere, and they start to become clingy, and they call MC ✨Master✨? How would the brothers react? And could you also please do the reaction of the undateables to? Thank you and keep up the great work!❤️❤️

What an interesting concept :0

These will be short-ish since you want to include the Undateables, too. Also, bear with me. First time doing the Undateables. Luke is excluded because he is a baby. 

Lucifer:

He didn’t remember this being in your selection packet. This is unacceptable.

Is very unnerved and aggravated because...why so clingy? Have some dignity!

Literally wrinkles his nose at them and scoffs

When they address you as “Master” in his presence he tries very hard not to throw something at them or make a demon noise.

Something about them addressing you like that seems like a smack in the face, like they’re flaunting their closeness and he’s just not here for it

If they get him the right way on the wrong day, he’s going to pull rank and be like ‘I was here with them BEFORE you got here and you’re in the Devildom. MY HOME. Know your place.’

Will play their game and force them to actually be a butler, dismissing them when he’s with you or requesting things. If they don’t look like they want to do it for them, he’d call them out on whether or not they’re really a butler with that shit-eating smirk on his face.

Mammon:

Is pretty excited. They’re basically his butlers now too, right?! He’s your best man so you share, right?!

If they shut him down, ignore him, or dismiss him, Mammon’s going to be super butthurt about it

Their whole clingy ‘Master’ bit is really not sitting right with him. It’s doing a number on his desire to be greedy and snap up all your time or attention

Is most likely to trick them, like sending an illusion of you down the hall just so they follow you. He’ll make off with the real you! Hey, it’s not his fault you have dumb human butlers, okay?

May just outright lie to them and convince them that they need to work odd jobs in the Devildom to support you (”Uh, yeah, no, they’re broke here. Human money doesn’t transfer, you know?”) because these simps would do it. You get more Grim and he gets you, it’s a win!

Levi

Weirded out but really interested. He’s not super close with Barbatos so this is a chance to find out exactly what being a butler entails. It’s kind of a mystery profession, he thinks

Is also convinced they may not be human butlers because he saw that in an anime once. This sends Levi on a small (constant) spying expedition to see if anything non-human happens

This may be where he realizes he has a sub kink because hearing them call you ‘Master’ makes him blush and feel some kind of way?!

The magic dies a bit when they’re dismissive and kind of protective, seeming to guard you from the bros

Gets jealous because they’re obviously close to you and that’s basically a pet name and why can’t HE have that?

They may or may not be scared by his demon form if/when he sulks around

Might trick them into playing an intense butler/serving VR game and trap them in it for a little bit. He feels like they’ve disturbed the peace of the house.

Satan

He sees their game and he’ll play it. If they’re your butlers--and good ones--they’ll cater to him, who is your company.

Lives for every moment he can catch them on a technicality and they have to include him on anything

Thinks it’s cute they call you master. If they get snippy with him, he’ll be happy to explain how that term originated with demons and it will take nothing short of their master to call him off of them

If he’s bored or just feeling some kind of way, he’ll ask them to help fetch books (at your behest, so they do it) and watch them struggle with ancient tomes that may have been enchanted to weigh a little more than normal. 

Satan lowkey feels on edge because they feel like intruders in their home, in the space they’ve let you share. Does not want them here.

Asmo

Butlers?! How quaint and cute! Seems like a scene from a book! Have you ever had a wild love affair?!

Charms them without using his powers. They somehow accept him. He appears to be tolerated more than the rest of his brothers, though he undoubtedly plays second fiddle to you. He understands.

Thoroughly enjoys pissing off his brothers via the butlers, toasting with little glasses of drink while the two of you have a private party. Oh, it’s so fun!

Will poke fun at how much they use ‘Master’. “Some people really enjoy that, you know? Is it projection or just your thing?” (It gets on his nerves because, yes, it can be overused.)

It’s a nice peek into something he doesn’t have in his life but it does lose its charm eventually. He’d much prefer the House of Lamentation go back to the way it was.

Will probably charm them right back to the human world. No need for butlers here, you have seven demons!

Beel

Almost eats one of them because he thinks random humans just showed up in the house.

He honestly thought it was some reverse summoning gone wrong and they’d be totally free game to eat. They might have bad intentions, you know?

Once he realizes they’re here for you, he apologizes but is wary.

Are they here to take you away? To check in on you? Why would they do that? You signed all kinds of paperwork stating you’d be safe in the Devildom and stuff!

Lucifer gets aggravated with them floating around and attaching to you (and lowkey trying to clean/rearrange the house) so he asks you to put them on cooking duty. You seem to want a break from them so you agree. Beel tries not to abuse this too much, but he’s glad to have extra bodies ready to cook!

Doesn’t really get the ‘Master’ thing but won’t say anything. Will idly go ask Satan if that’s a thing in the human world. He feels like it should’ve gone out of date a couple of centuries ago.

The one to ask, point blank, if you guys decide to date or get married do they then become his butlers?

Will leave alone if he’s left alone, but if they start to get hostile or sabotage his ability to hang out with you, he will think of a very passive/casual way to show his strength and why he shouldn’t be messed with.

Belphie

Almost attacked them too, but for a different reason. He’d been sleeping when they arrived and no one thought to update him. When he saw random people in the house, he thought someone may have broken in.

Cow man will defend his territory

Will definitely make fun of them when they call you ‘master’. (”Seems like something a lesser creature would do.”)

They may be here for you but they’ll learn his rules. Mainly: do not, under any circumstances, touch his cow pillow.

Couldn’t care less but if he thinks his family is being pushed away because of them, he and Satan may form a smaller ‘Butlers suck’ club and test out some new pranks for the ‘Lucifer sucks’ club.

Will doze in your lap just to hear you defend him and shoo them off. May slap one of them with his tail ‘in his sleep’.

Solomon

Butlers, hm? It wasn’t something he expected

Has no outward animosity for them. Lowkey charms them; he wants them to open up and let their guard down because he is extremely interested in body language. What are they really feeling and thinking?

May show them a few spells to break the ice

If he feels they’re stealing up your time and blocking him, he’ll play their cat and mouse game. He and Satan have a lot in common in that respect.

Secretly wonders if you can make them try his cooking. He doesn’t think it’s half bad!

May ask them for tips on cooking

If he’s bored and you both want to have a laugh, he may find a way to spike them both with truth serum and have a fun time

Secretly wants to have a real tea party-type date

Simeon

What an act of labor and love! How adorable!

He considers them to be the human version of guardian angels and he’s just so touched by it. He thinks its very cute

Dotes on them a bit, almost like they’re puppies instead of people

He is polite and literally angelic, but he is not a pushover. Should they deny him your presence out of spite or distrust, he will give them a mini-schooling (scolding) on politeness and how he prays for their heart 

Probably wins them over by being his usual neutral kind of polite self

Doesn’t quite care for them calling you master and warns them of false idols and such

Diavolo

Is very amused. You also have butlers? What a small world!

Do butlers like to hang out with other butlers?

Basically tries to arrange a butler play date

Genuinely laughs when they try to prevent him from being with you in any capacity. (”They may be your master but I am a prince. Soon to be king. Please step aside.”)

He appreciates that they’re protective of you but there IS such a thing as overdoing it and he can excuse them from the Devildom any time he wishes.

Overall takes their presence with grace because you having butlers is like him having Barbatos. They’re just very young and stubborn. He understands. They’ll mellow out soon.

Barbatos

Finds the whole thing laughable, especially when they try to prevent HIM from seeing you

Boy has been a butler for THOUSANDS of years, he knows all the dismissal tricks! 

Barbatos will idly wipe a gloved hand over something they’ve cleaned (comes from being head of cleaning staff for thousands of years) and in butler code that SMACKS of judgement and disrespect

He knows this and sometimes he does it on purpose

Barbatos is the very quiet, sly kind of petty

May send the butlers into a cleaning frenzy just because they THINK he’ll say something or they THINK he gave them the side eye

Those humans may work themselves sore and oh, what’s this? You’re suddenly free and unattended? Well, he can’t have that, can he?

Probably saw this happening in one reality or another, so he takes it like a champ. There’s just that nasty bite of pride that refuses to let him be out-butlered.

Hope you liked it, Nonnie!

[ronsenburg]

Hi! I wanted to ask you something about Klapollo. What topic/argument do you think could possibly cause them to break up or take a break from the relationship? I live for the drama and was thinking about maybe writing a fic but like I dont want to make either of them assholes, like Apollo bringing Kristoph up to hurt Klavier, for example. I don't think he would do that but I struggle to come up with something else.

Oh boy, I hope you’re not upset about this, but I wrote you an essay. I’m sorry.

Overall, I really like the klapollo relationship timeline because, compared to, say, narumi/su they have a much more normal, organic story. They meet, flirt, share a mutual trauma, get together! Totally normal! But I also think that they would have a much harder time than narumi/su finding the balance you need in a serious relationship and I can see them calling it quits for perfectly practical reasons that aren’t really anything to do with one being a jerk, you know? Here are my top things that I think they would have to navigate and maybe struggle with before a real happily ever after:

1. Money. You’ve probably seen my post where I talk about Apollo feeling uncomfortable with displays of affluence. I don’t think that this is an easy one to get past. AA6 Spoilers, but Dhurke and Datz literally raised them in hiding on the run in the mountainous jungles of Khura’in. They sent Apollo to the states as a nine year old. We don’t know what he did when he got here, but my money’s always been on the foster system. That doesn’t typically breed a sense of stability, financial or otherwise. 

From my experience (so take it with a grain of salt), children who grow up with very little tend to behave in one of two ways when they reach financial stability and/or achieve wealth: first option, they’re really bad with it. They spend it nearly as fast as they make it on things they didn’t get to have or experience when they were growing up. Second option, they never spend it. They know what it’s like to be without, so they save as much of it as they can so they have the security of knowing, if something happens, they won’t have to go back to the way it was before. I will always put Apollo in the latter category. He works hard for what he has and what he gets and, I think, things that signify extravagance make him uncomfortable. On the other hand, I think that the Gavin’s have always had some sort of wealth. Klavier and Kristoph have very different aesthetics to their spaces that we get to experience (Klavier’s office and Kristoph’s cell) but they’re both pretty lavish. Now, we can assume they each made their money individually in their respective careers but, honestly, Kristoph’s cell is so gaudy. To me, it screams “this is what I’m used to and I refuse to accept any less” which is an attitude that I feel comes more from a lifetime of that treatment. 

So if we accept everything that I’ve said above as true, trying to put a person who saves every penny they get and feels bad treating themselves with a person who spends money freely because it’s been a constant throughout their life? It can go poorly. Casually dating, maybe it’s not such an issue once Apollo says “please no more presents and can we just get takeout for once?” but if you’re talking about something more serious, where you have to live in the same space and pay joint bills and be confronted with the other person’s spending habits constantly, it’s a whole other thing. Please take it from me as a person in a long term relationship who loves their partner tremendously—everyone fights about money. Everyone. It would be very difficult for Apollo to feel comfortable, even if he knew that finances were in good shape and there was savings, etc. Things happen, people leave. Nothing gold can stay. Changing that line of thinking takes work. It would also be easier said than done for Klavier to just do an about face on his own habits for Apollo’s comfort. Being a celebrity makes money, but it costs money, too. There is a certain amount of lushness that people expect. That can’t just go away. These are things that become bigger problems overtime, no matter how much you love each other. 

Anyway, I would be really surprised if—even if you’re writing them as really happily married—Apollo doesn’t have a ‘emergency fund’ that even Klavier doesn’t know about. It’s a ‘just in case’. Just in case Klavier leaves him. Just in case he needs to get away fast. Just in case the world ends. It’s not a logical thing, something that he sat down and rationalized doing, it’s just there because it feels better to have it than to not. But that can be kind of hurtful if the other person finds out about it, so. There you go, a whole minefield of money related drama.

2. Apollo’s Abandonment Issues. He’s got them! What do you call and orphan twice over who also lost his very best friend? I don’t know, but if capcom doesn’t stop picking on my boy I’m going to kick them in the teeth. I will still never get over AA6 for telling us that Dhurke took Apollo in when he was orphaned as a baby, then abandoned him in the USA, then came back for him and got his hopes up, and then was actually dead the whole time! Hahahaha! What a trip! 

Anyway, you don’t come back from that super easy. People who suffer this kind of trauma usually have a really hard time trusting others, which is understandable. They also can have unrealistic needs from their partners, become codependent, or even just self-sabotage their relationships, pulling away first to try and avoid the pain because they think the other person will leave them. I think that last one is most likely for Apollo, especially given the disparity in circumstances I mentioned above. If Apollo can’t trust that Klavier actually loves him, can’t trust that he won’t leave him like EVERYONE ELSE HAS, then they can’t have a healthy relationship. Drama.

3. Klavier’s Emotional Trauma. Kristoph is a pretty big jerk to Klavier in the last case of AA4. He criticizes and undermines Klavier, threatens and admits to manipulating him. In the anthology, Klavier shares an “lol so funny!” story about Kristoph accidentally breaking a window while he and Klavier are playing ball. In it, he convinces Klavier that it was his fault and that he should take the blame and apologize for breaking the window! And Klavier does! That’s gaslighting, baby, and since the Anthology is supposed to be canon, we can take that to mean it’s been happening since Klavier was a kid. Think about that. An entire life of gaslighting and manipulative behavior! You don’t come back from that easily, either. 

People who experience emotional abuse can, among other things, suffer from depression and low-self esteem. They need affirmation from their partners and can have a hard time with letting people in or being honest (though not from a malicious mindset—more a “I’m going to say what I think you want to hear because if you’re happy, bad things won’t happen!”). They can also always be waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. Sure things are good, but when will that end and the bad time start? It’s a self fulfilling prophecy: if all you can do is worry about things going wrong, then you aren’t actually enjoying when things are going right and you will cause the issues you’re so worried about. Drama.

4. Fame. Klavier has been in the spotlight since he was a literal child. If the Gavinners were already hits when Klavier was 17, they likely formed and starred their rise some time before then. A year, maybe two? Klavier spent his formative years in the spotlight. He quite literally doesn’t know any other way. Apollo, on the other hand, has never experienced the kind of scrutiny he’d be subject to when dating someone like Klavier. It can be really stressful and hurtful and just overall not a good time. And I’m not saying that Klavier wouldn’t be sympathetic, but I don’t think he would really understand how difficult it could be to have been thrust into that position out of nowhere, because he’s had years of dealing with it and was in a completely different place in life when it began for him. It’s not unreasonable to think that Apollo might not be able to take it. You can love someone and want to be with them but if you can’t adapt to their lifestyle, it’s not going to work. They could walk away rather than risk what might happen to Apollo if they kept it up. Drama.

5. Careers. They both have very demanding jobs. While sharing a similar profession can mean there’s a mutual understanding, it can also cause issues if you... never get to see each other? Schedules can be out of alignment (which could easily happen; their cases can’t always line up and they seem to require a lot of time investment outside of just normal hours). If Klavier goes back into music, that’s an additional time constraint. Why be in a relationship when you can only see the other person for moments here and there? What about the stress that comes with those jobs? That can cause drama.

6. Klavier looks like Kristoph. They are very different people, yes, but similar enough in some ways that it could cause tension. Maybe Klavier is tired and stressed and snaps at Apollo, and suddenly, all Apollo can see is Kristoph and all he can feel is the uncomfortable churning in his stomach that goes along with the memories of him. Someone he trusted, someone who let him down. That’s a difficult subject to broach, and it can fester like an infected wound if left intended. 

But Apollo sounds like Kristoph sometimes. We saw it in AA5, which is, of course, an extreme circumstance. But it can come out from time to time in other ways. A phrase that slips out, the way he intones certain words, the way he signs off in his emails—little things that are harmless, but can still act as triggers. 

Sometimes you need to get away from things that can remind you of your past in order to work on getting over them. If you are in love with someone who shares a similar trauma, who brings those issues from the past to light frequently just by being themselves, it might not be a healthy situation. I don’t think they would need to throw it in each other’s faces for it to become an issue. Drama.

There are more, but I probably took this more seriously than you intended. Whoops! Anyway, I hope that helps??? Maybe???? I hope you get them back together in the end because they deserve to be happy though!!!!!!!

[3d-wifey]

Among Us AU (Students)

I'm picturing this as them being actual characters in the game, not them playing the game.

Let's get the colors out of the way first:

Kiri is red, Denki is yellow, Bakugou is orange, Mina is pink, Deku is dark green, Tsu is lime, Iida is dark blue, Todoroki is white, Ochako is brown, Mirio is cyan, Tamaki is black, and Shinsou is purple.

Best Imposters: Mirio, DEKU, Shinsou, Tamaki, and Bakugou

Best Crewmates: IIDA, Deku, Todoroki, Tsu

Iida is probably the fastest crewmate, so nobody bothers going after him.

Wears the safety mask.

He calls regular emergency meetings as "check-ups" and is very adamant about the buddy system.

Can be seen chopping the air whenever he "thinks" he saw someone venting and when he's arguing during discussions.

Usually takes charge during discussions and if he dies, then Mirio takes charge

You'll probably find him in security watching the cameras.

It's very obvious whenever he's the importer.

He literally never vents.

He sticks to snapping necks and then speeding off so fast you can't catch him on the cameras

But he always gives himself away by getting super defensive when anybody asks him a question

"Where were you, Iida?"

"My location during the murder is none of your concern. I don't have to tell you anything at all. In fact, you can come see me scan in Medbay. Actually, don't! You might be the impostor yourself, Midoriya! Trying to pull the wool over our eye–"

"Yeah, go ahead and vote him out. 😪"

Mina, Denki, and Eijiro all dance around Bakugou while he's doing his tasks like cheerleaders and it pisses him the hell off because he can't focus.

Kirishima picks up any babies or pets that were left behind, even if he was the imposter.

He wears the ninja headband because they look "manly".

He honestly hates being the imposter because he gets so stressed out.

Usually just sticks to sabotaging.

He's really reluctant to kill and when he does, it is super sloppy.

One of those alien imposters that eat the crewmates. 🥴

He doesn't really defend himself if the crew starts suspecting him tho.

"I'm sorry I killed you, Shoto. That was super unmanly. 😞"

Shoto's ghost: 😐

Speaking of Shoto, he very rarely does tasks.

The only reason he's a good crewmate is because he's so quiet, the imposter won't even notice he's in the same room when they vent or kill someone.

Wears nothing but his suit, but can be persuaded to wear the halo.

You'll probably find him just wandering around in the halls, so he's an easy kill.

He's one of those Chaotic Neutral characters that say you can vote them out if they're wrong.

"I think I saw Kaminari kill Midoriya...but I could be wrong. You guys can just vote me out if I'm wrong."

He and Deku are very good at doing double kills and then venting right after.

He kills with knives or by impaling and then just walks off because he forgets he can vent.

But, he's not a good imposter by himself because he's kinda forgetful and doesn't make good arguments for himself.

"Shoto's faking tasks."

"No, I'm not. 😐"

Kirishima, Ochako, and Tsu are really reluctant to vote anyone out.

Everyone hates when they're the last people left because they usually throw the entire game.

While Kirishima and Tsu could be persuaded with evidence, Ochako usually just skips.

"Do we really have to vote them out? I mean...do you actually have proof?"

"I literally saw them kill Tsu."

"I don't know. I'm just gonna skip."

Ochako has to snap people's necks because she's too poor to afford a gun 😔.

Ochako, Mirio, and Mina refuse to kill anyone with pets or babies. They're murderers, not monsters.

Ochako and Tsu wear matching pink flowers.

Bakugou is a terrible crewmate, merely because he throws wild accusations until they stick (mostly at Deku)

“Deku’s the imposter!”

“Bakugou...Deku’s dead this round. 👁👄👁”

He gets so mad anytime the crew wants to vote him out, even if he is the imposter.

"I think it was Bakugou."

"No, the hell it wASN'T!"

"You've just been a little sus, dude."

"I WAS DOING MY TASK THIS WHOLE TIME AND YOU PIECES OF SHIT THINK IT'S ME?!? ARE YOU DEADASS?!💥🖐🏻🤬"

"What are you getting so mad for? 👀"

"I'M "GETTING MAD" BECAUSE YOU BACK ALLEY RAT TURDS ARE BLAMING ME, KNOWING DAMN WELL YOU SAW ME DOING TASKS! I'M NOT THE-"

And he's a petty bitch so he never does his tasks as a ghost. He just grumbles and follows Kiri around.

Wears that backwards hat because he thinks it looks cool, but don't say anything about it or he will take it off.

Now, he's really in his element as the imposter.

🌠Gaslighting: the game🌠

Deku better hope they never get paired up together, because Bakugou will follow him around and report him as soon as he kills.

"Deku's the imposter. I caught his dumbass lacking."

"K-Kacchan? 🥺"

He prefers to work by himself, but he'll corporate with Kiri, Denki, or Mina.

Weapon of choice is a knife because it's hands-on and he really likes to...get into character.

Tsu and Mina are both imposter types that eat people.

They also have a ton of pets and babies with them at all times

Mina will never empty the garbage.

Ever.

She also wears those cute devil horns.

Tsu always does her tasks as a ghost and then hovers by the abandoned babies/pets.

"Has anybody seen Tsu?"

Tsu: 🐸❤👶🏽

She's also really good at telling when someone is lying, that's why she's one of the first killed.

Denki tries his best, but...

"Leave the electrical tasks to me!"

And then he comes back like: 👍🏻🥴👍🏻

Just completely fried.

He wears that posted note that says "Dum" because he thinks its "ironic"...nobody even bothers telling him it's not.

Really reluctant to kill, but he doesn't understand how to sabotage so it's his only option. He just uses a gun because it seems less personal.

"Sorry to do this to ya, dude. But you know how it goes. 🔫😗✌🏼"

Shinsou's power makes him win every game as an imposter. He's basically OP.

"Hey, Shinsou! Did you just vent?"

"Did you?"

"No–"

"Yeah, how bout you come jump on this knife 😼🔪"

Nobody ever sees him because he likes traveling through the vents and it's crazy because no one ever questions him either.

Sleeps in the vents.

He wears the red beanie.

He generally sticks to popping out of a vent, snapping necks, and going back into the vents.

Knows the vent system of every map like the back of his hand.

Sometimes he uses a knife if he's feeling ✨ᖴᗩᑎᑕY✨

A horrible crewmate.

He'll be sleeping in places he shouldn't be.

Like, he'll do some of his tasks, but he's not running to fix the O2 or the Reactor.

The alarms could be blaring and he'll be like:

"I'm sure somebody'll get that 😴."

He never brings anything to the discussion AT ALL.

He just votes with the majority, honestly.

He literally can not be found in the entire ship and you'll only see him at discussions, then he disappears like a shadow.

So, it's obvious that he rarely gets killed.

He only really pairs up with Deku (and he's usually the one that kills Shinsou)

Poor Tamaki.

He, like Denki, tries his best.

Please, God, don't leave him alone.

He tries to stay with Mirio or Kiri when doing tasks.

He wears that little green plant on his head 🥺.

The thought of there being a murderer around every corner stresses him the fuck out, so his hands are too shaky to do wires.

Doesn't like long tasks, they leave him too exposed.

If you think he's nervous during tasks, imagine him during discussions.

It's like doing back to back presentations on a topic you never researched.

He tries to be helpful by adding his two cents, but there are definitely some...big personalities in the group.

"I...think I s-saw orange vent."

"What the hell are you mumbling about?! Speak up, dammit!"

"N-nevermind, it's no use. 😞"

Now, he's surprisingly a really good imposter.

He's one of the few that nobody ever expects.

He works better with Mirio or Kirishima, and while he prefers to just sabotage, he isn't afraid to eat a bitch.

Tentacles come out of his stomach, so he's just waiting in decontamination like:

🧍🏻‍♂️🐙

You wouldn't think Mirio would be a good imposter, but that's EXACTLY what he wants you to think.

He's smarter than he let's on and he plays dumb to his advantage.

"Mirio, why didn't you go to reactor when the alarm went off?"

"I was looking for my buddy, Tamaki. And I got a bit lost."

"Why didn't you just use your map—"

"Heh, we should just skip, right? 😅👍🏻"

Uses his big boy muscles to snap necks and then self-reports.

Says a corny dad joke before he kills someone.

"Hey, What does a liar do after he dies?"

"Wha—"

"He lies still. Heh, get it? 👱🏻"

"😐"

"👱🏻🔪"

Wears a banana peel on his head and I feel like that needs no explanation.

He relies heavily on his quirk to move around as an imposter and a crewmate.

He just fucking pops out of the ground.

This also means he can catch imposters in the act.

He works well with anyone, but he still makes a good imposter by himself.

He really likes the Sked because of the simple design.

Follows people around for fun and his dumbass gets voted off because of it.

Uses his quirk to pop through walls and scare people.

"Hah. Key swipe, huh? 👱🏻"

Always swipes his key perfectly every time.

He does all of the tasks that nobody else wants to, including his own.

"What did you call an emergency meeting for, Mirio?"

"I just missed you guys. ☺"

"..."

"Vote him out."

Now, Izuku is really good in either role.

This is partially because of a little notebook he keeps filled with stats on the crewmates.

It also holds notes on how long it takes to complete different tasks, multiple layouts of the different ships, a list of combinations for O2, etc.

This comes in handy during discussions.

"Wait. Mina, you came from the labs all the way to the office to call a meeting? And you said it took you four minutes to get here while running, but that's, at least, a fifteen-minute journey, even if you ran at your maximum speed. The only people who could get here that fast are Iida, Mirio, and I. But, there is a vent that leads from the labs to storage and you could probably get here in four minutes if you used it. Also, if you saw Tamaki kill Todoroki, why didn't you just report the body—"

"Oh my God, Izuku. Just vote me out. 😒"

After finishing his tasks, he usually goes to admin to keep an eye on the body count. If not there, he'll be taking notes in the cafeteria.

He gets really focused on his tasks, so he's kind of an easy kill.

He has a little green baby on his head and his name is Kota 😌.

The notebook also helps him out when he's the imposter.

He knows which rooms have vents and where they lead.

Nobody ever suspects sweet baby Izuku to be the killer 🥺 no, not wittle baby boy.

Nobody, but Katsuki.

Literally, if there's no concrete evidence against him, hardly anyone thinks it's him.

And Katsuki isn't exactly trustworthy when it comes to Izuku, but he's literally right every time.

The king of sabotage.

He'll hit the lights, lock the door to Electrical, turn on O2, stab someone in the dark, and then vent to the other side of the ship.

As I said earlier, he's really good at getting double kills and then venting away.

He's real handy with a knife, but he has a strength-based quirk so he could snap necks if he wants.

They hardly ever win by finishing all of their tasks, because Mirio keeps following people around, Katsuki doesn't do tasks as a ghost, Kiri doesn't know how to upload the files, Shinsou sleeps through every alarm, Shoto forgets he has a map and gets lost, and Denki won't do his unless Iida chases him around and forces him.

God help these children 😩.