#the first guy like. fucked up the fuse. 'fixed it' and said he would need to come again

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seriously mean

you can see what you like in fiction, blah blah blah, projecting onto characters is fun, etc

though it really seems like i watched a completely different movie from everyone else's deadpool and wolverine. they hate each other??? logan's a short fuse who doesn't control himself???

logan doesn't attack wade or the bartender despite the insults and the manhandling. no one's afraid of him, everyone stayed put instead of running.

logan outright says "talk about something else". not "shut the fuck up", not "you are so fucking annoying". a directive to continue yapping. just not about the suit. that's literally "keep going". he listened for however long they were walking and in the car, and he was actually LISTENING. he wasn't tuning it out. he wouldn't have known about vanessa and the avengers and the previous xmen adventures if he didn't care about what wade was saying.

all the "insults" that are actual insults only happen when wade's killed someone--after johnny dies, after nicepool dies. logan calls him an asshole after the first cassandra meeting, but in the context of his yapping having just killed johnny and nearly themselves too.

but he immediately asks for his input and then lets him yap again in the diner and all the way to the car fight. he doesn't use insults at all until after wade gets johnny killed, even though wade starts out insulting him in the bar and immediately in the void with "ape". though was he insulting logan or was it a compliment to his inhuman half, designed like an insult? logan's the one who gets down on all fours like an animal in the first fight scene, after wade's said "this is gonna be good". from how easily logan takes down sabretooth, we know that fight was pure fooling around.

logan's not mad when he finds out his universe can't be fixed, because he'll happily trade his past for wade's future--twice, going in the reactor and again when he doesn't demand to return to his own universe. a world without wade isn't one he wants. he makes to walk away because he needs to know if wade will call his name, just as logan called wade's in the reactor. and again, wade's an idiot and annoying in the reactor because he's about to kill someone again--himself.

at the end he says the avengers would be lucky to have wade. that's sincere. he was going to walk off, but chose to turn around and stay with wade. not because he had nowhere else to go, but because he likes the guy he just complimented. when meeting al, wade's throwing gross nonsense and logan is FOND and laughing along. that isn't disgust or frustration.

this is without getting into the motif that "taking the piss", aka insults aka verbal assaults, is "pulling your leg"--a joke. it's not meant seriously. it's flirting, foreplay, feeling each other out: physical violence is sex; verbal violence is first base.

so a mean joke isn't seriously like that but it very much definitely IS...."""like that""", in all seriousness. if you're insulting someone, you're "giving them an excuse", a come on to fucking go. an invite to...come....at? on?.....you. wade and logan both see right through the fourth wall, so this isn't only metatextual but also literally textual. they know what they're playing at.

a joke can also be an excuse to say one thing and mean another, like nicepool claiming to be nice while actually being rude. so if you act like you're mean.....you're saving the good stuff for special occasions. for someone who wants to have a go at you. it's why wade gets all breathy flustered in the car as they're....not playing nicely with each other. you gotta be....seriously mean.... if you wanna get under someone's skin....to live rent free with them. like family does. it's a callback to dp1: if you're paying for it, then you're only renting love, it's not a real happily ever after.

there's also a motif going on with costumes and masks making you "a different person", hence why wade and logan have radically different personalities in and out of their suits/masks. it's why wade takes off his mask to say nice things that he sincerely means.

[bbbigforehead]

WHATDAYAKNOW IT FUCKING BROKE AGAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WINTER STORM WHEN IT'S GONNA BE 29° OUT WOOOOO I LOVE PAYING $1500 A MONTH TO LIVE IN THIS POORLY INSULATED SHITBOX!!!

hvac mechanics are the least valuable members of the working class and if given an inkling of power i would do them like mao godbless

[slash-me-please]

HIHIHI I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM AND I SAW THAT YOUR WILLING TO WRITE FOR AMANDA YOUNG BUT IF YOU DONT FEEL LIKE IT THATS COMPLETELY OKAY ALSO!!

Can you do jealous Amanda x Fem reader? Somewhere around reader and Amanda having a complicated relationship and reader is an apprentice. Another apprentice flirts around with reader and Amanda doesn’t like it at all :$ Also some NSFW but if your not in the mood for it you don’t have to add it!

I hope you have an amazing day 😋😊

I love writing for Amanda!!!! I'm so happy to be getting more fem requests because I am a gay mf. Anyways on with the story.

-In the event that Michael Marks survived, he has became an apprentice. Michael Marks. Yknow, the key in the eyeball guy. So, let's begin.

A Deeper Understanding

Warnings: Literally nobody getting along, Jealous!Amanda, Cursing, Threatening, Fingering, Domish!Amanda, Getting Caught

John Kramer had collected quite the assortment of a team. He hoped at least one of you would continue his legacy perfectly. He'd make sure before he died that he'd live on through the lot of you. You were all currently at the workshop, bullshitting about random tests and other people you were interested in "helping". There was about four of you there, Dr. Gordon couldn't make it, like usual. Michael Marks had been your second choice, Gordon has always been your first.

His eyes traveled down your body, a look that made you feel a certain type of way, not a good way. He was your partner though, so you gave him the benefit of the doubt. "I'm glad everyone is here," John smiled a thin smile, Jill stood across from him, eyes trained on his every move. You knew that it'd been hard on her since his diagnosis. "I need your help with the scalping seat, I'm not sure it'll get done on time." He took a pause, "I've had some other things to tend to, my apologies."

He hadn't been looking at you, you weren't the mechanic of the group. John looked to you for ideas for traps. You had a knack at creating a symbolic test, one which would change the looks of the masses. Michael stepped forwards, eyes lingering on you for too long for someone who had just needed to build a trap. "I used to work as a car technician before Homeward Bound," He said, bending down and looking through the gears. "Unless Hoffman can do better." Hoffman wasn't much for Michael, he stayed silent.

"Nobody wants you to touch anything, you hardly beat your test. I don't know why John even wants you here because you're obviously not even serious about him." Amanda stood from her spot near John, she walked forwards and towered over Michael- only for Michael to size her up. "What are you even talking about?" He barked, his chest puffing. "Amanda calm down, we need to finish this trap. Brenda's test is what matters." John corrected her, his composure was always impenetrable. "No John! Have you seen this guy? He's been eye-fucking Y/N since we got here!"

Amanda's fists clenched as she yelled back at John. She seemed ready to blow a fuse, and you were thankful for it. "As far as I am concerned, He has not said anything to Y/N that has made her uncomfortable." "But-" "No, we'll deal with him later, we have to focus on the contraption now, we'll deal with him later. I need you to act level-headed if you're going to carry out my legacy." Amanda huffed, speeding past the group and into the hallway. "Amanda!" You yelled after her, jumping down from the table and following after her.

You found yourself in a grimy hallway, off to the side was an opening to what you presumed was where Amanda had went off to. You stepped forward, watching as the curtains to the archway swayed back and forth. "Amanda?" You called, and she opened the swaying curtains as you stood in front of them. "Finally got enough of Mr. Fuck-me eyes?" You shook your head. "We're not... doing anything." She nodded, stepping away to move back to a decaying workstation. You saw she had her reverse bear trap on the table, she seemed to be fixing something wrong with it.

"What are you doing to it?" You wondered, she glanced over at you for a moment. "John gave it to me to fix, fucking Hoffman took it somewhere and it broke." She gulped. "I hate this thing, but I'm about finished." Amanda was grumbling as she fixed her trap, she seemed elsewhere and you could tell that this was a coping mechanism for her. "What's wrong?"

She turned to you, and with a sigh she sneered. "I just don't understand why Michael is even here, he hardly completed his test and he's an asshole y'know?" Her voice elevated, and she turned towards you. "He's awful and I just don't understand why he can't leave you alone!" Your cheeks flushed, eyes widening as she stared right at you. "Uh-" But you cut her off, hands coming up to hold her face. It happened to turn out that she would be the one to press forward and kiss you. She only let it escalate from there when her hand moved to reach under your shirt and pull you flush against her chest.

Her nails dug into the plush of your stomach skin when she picked you up and placed you on the workbench, shoving the bear trap off to the side. Amanda placed kisses on your collarbone as you worked to pull your shirt off, and in the heat of the moment she found herself dizzy with lust. She had been dreaming about this moment since you joined the group, and she thought she might've entered her dreamworld when you finally got your shirt off. "You're fucking perfect," She mumbled, the androgynous tang of her voice flowed through your core and straight between your legs. You opened them right up.

Amanda leaned forward, tongue landing flat on your nipple and sucking at it until it pressed hard against the pad of her tongue. With her left hand, she groped you passionately, and she praised how you fit in her hand perfectly. You had leaned forward and pressed a kiss on the top of her head as she pushed your skirt up and over your ass, eager to get where she had wanted to touch most. You blessed her with it, gripping the edge of rotten wood when she hooked her long fingers inside your heat. "Shit..." She mumbled, her left hand dropping your tit to push you back by the stomach. You stumbled back against the wood with a whine, biting onto your left hand as the other gripped her wrist.

Amanda watched with an intense gaze as you moaned into your hand, she was more than interested, her left hand moving to rub circles on your clit as she fingered you. Your hips pushed against her fingers, desperate to feel more of her as she pleasured you- you knew her thoughts of Michael Marks were gone by now, her gaze enraptured by the way your cunt sucked her in. She felt herself becoming devoted as she listened to the gasps and whimpers you released of her name- you felt the same.

She began to kiss your hips as your legs shook around her fingers and your whines became more noticeable. Amanda gathered she had to be doing something right, her ego inflating as you rode her hand. "You're doing so well Y/N," She whispered, the fingers on your clit speeding up. You cried out, "I'm so close..." yelping when she pushed her fingers deeper and shushed you. You felt your insides clench and twitch, legs spreading wider as you held her wrist against your sex- whining out a flurry of "Thank yous," While you finished on her hand.

Finally, you leaned back down, huffing against your hand. You reached out to maybe grab her, and she reached to pull her shirt off. Unluckily, she didn't make it far when you heard Michael open the curtains, halfway through his sentence. "I'm sorry Amanda, I didn't- oh!" His eyes landed on you, and you yelped, flailing to cover your body as he stared.

Amanda's lip twitched in annoyance, pulling your skirt down with a little bit of attitude. You knew it wasn't directed at you though. "If you do not get the fuck out of my office, I will literally blow your brains out Michael."

And he turned around, scurrying down the hallway. Amanda turned back to you, giving you a happy kiss on the lips. "Maybe we can arrange a date this week?"

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 10, Episode 4

It's Cop Night tonight!

I don't say this nearly enough, but I really love Ethan lol this is one of the funniest things he's ever said, no more fear of the Ghouls with this guy

Not Matty of all people coming in with the 'okay enough of that please don't start things'

He is thinking :] he just stares for so long trying to think of anything to say that wouldn't also start something and I love him for that

I was just gunna add this cause cute Matty and hot Johnson but as I was rendering this I saw Ethan's face for the first time fuckin lmao I have seen this scene SO many times and never once have I looked at Ethan

I really love soft, apologetic Matty, need more of this guy

I love how you can actually see the switch between Well Mannered Matty and his usual self when being polite doesn't work lmao no one else could've played him for REAL /)w(\ also the smug laugh he does afterwards will be the death of me

In case it wasn't obvious already I have a thing with being intimidated and this is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life no one else could've played him

This exchange makes me insane. Matty is so hot here I can hardly stand it. This would've been such a good fucking fight, Matty just staring him down not scared at all, the implication of everyone else he isn't afraid of coming after him and he doesn't even care, his hand is shaking he's so strong and brave and I would fight Gary for him even though he could kick my 5'5 ass

Fucking. Same. Ethan.

I just really wanted to say this outfit fuckin eats, he makes me wanna buy him a very expensive beverage and sit with him while he drinks slow and talks about his day /)//w//(\ okay I'm normal again sorry about that back to the post

Hi Angel~ Been watching a few of Rhys' movies for editing and he does this little wave in like all of them and this is just him continuing the trend lol so cute, I might make a lil gifset about it at some point 🥰

Johnson standing there like 'Matty. Pinup. Matty.' like what is that look I'm going insane, he's surrounded by beautiful dancing ladies and he's always looking at Matty or Ethan

Like. Fucking same, Johnson. I am also looking at Johnson like that as well just so you know

lmao at Ethan but I love the amount of detail they put into all these sets like this bathroom is seen only once and they decked it out so damn cool

Whoa I was just gunna screencap this bit and say I could never use a urinal cause guys are just... dicks out next to each other and that's so awkward oh my god so I'm always like looking at the wall during this whole scene cause I'm shy /)~(\ but Matty actually has another moment of misdirection when Ethan gets all still, doesn't change the subject this time, just hammers it home, but he does it in a way that still gets him away from Ethan it looks like so he knows he doesn't have to freak out over being recognized

Serious conversation, dicks just out, all three of them, pissin' away, can't be me. Also love how Johnson isn't allowed in the scene cause there's only three urinals lmao he's saving their table for them it's all good

He's also watching Ethan and seeing how calm he is this time ;w;

Gross. Disgusting. Don't bring your open drinks into the bathroom you heathen Matty did too but at least he like leaves it there cause I saw it in his hand when he walked in and placed it on the top and then he never picked it back up, he's just littering

I think him looking at me like that might fix me 😌 also cop didn't wash his hands yucko everybody shame him aaaaaaaaand I just now realized I giffed Ethan fuckin shakin' it and Matty's just staring at him with that expression as he's doing it I'm going to jump off a CLIFF MEN'S BATHROOMS ARE SO AWKWARD

'Why?' Cutting Matty out of this part in the fic nearly killed me cause I couldn't do this exchange but I'm so happy with him realizing it himself ;w;

Him saying this to me would definitely fix me. Love how he gets one second to be so genuine, his voice is so soft, and then he just laughs cause Ethan has the best reactions and he's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen after Johnson

Nearly hit my limit again surprisingly so yayyy I get to talk about my favourite scene with Ethan and Meredith tomorrow, gimme all the friendships with her to talk about! 💙💛

[robynbaldurlogs]

baldur log day 1 + 2

day 1 i dont have much to show for this day visually bc i wasnt actively documenting... but essentially, i: made my character, went through the beginning tutorials and stuff, took the little brain guy with me, saved shadowheart, and crashed on the beach. then i stopped playing. here is the only image i took before i got off LOL

day 2 ok. so: shadowheart is cool as fuck. i LOVE her already. cannot wait to strengthen the social link with her or whatever the hell you call it. get the friendship numbers up. this fuckass poem had me dead:

shoutout the bitch queen ig whoever you are. keep serving also i love this fucking guy. i can tell hes a conniving fuck but ohhhh hes kinda hot though!

like why is he kinda cunty. but yea anyways he joined my party. also met this guy. gale. he is strangely charming. but he also gives me zephyr breeze vibes (which is bad) and jack sparrow vibes (which is very good). told my friend speves that and that i thought he looked like a smart himbo and she was like "i dont blame you for that read" + "we'll see" which i Dont Know how to take. my judgements were based off the literal first minute of conversation btw

+ really stupid visual glitch i almost didnt notice. theyre fusing

shadowheart talk your shit man.

"just waiting, like a lovesick puppy?" ...... thats a bad thing? whatever you say man. gonna scare shadowheart with commitment. COMMITMENT JUMPSCARE BOO also little parentheses shadowheart is the most fucking dementia raven way ass name and i love it but it was hard to take it seriously for a little bit. warrior cats ass name. also i got crazy fucking lucky with my rolls. dont have many screenshots but i kept getting high numbers it was lucky as shit up until gale talked to me about needing to consume magical items like crack i read his mind with the mindflayer tadpole and found out it was cus he consumed some crazy ass Dark Magic or something, got a critical failure first, then just used some inspiration i had to get it right, and rolled high as shit LMAO

hit the rolls TWICE btw. read his mind once and then went deeper into his mind which had a 15 dc and got that too. hell yeah baby. also afterwards i was totally honest with him about reading his mind and he freaked the fuck out which fair i read your mind. i get it. but still

then i calmed him down by being like "hey man i had to know. youre dangerous" and passed the persuasion check :sunglasses: easiest game of my fucking life oh i talked to shadowheart abt her pains before that which was cool every conversation i have with her makes me like her more.

i met wyll. great guy. i went to camp to long rest and he dropped some INSANE fucking knowledge on me. like. i could live by this

so i switched gale out in my party with him LMAOOOOOOO and had a conversation with astarion about how hed kill me if i started turning. i asked what he would prefer personally and he said decapitation. which was CRAZY. so i was like yeah sure king decapitate me if i turn. do your thing. i trust your judgment

also talked to shadowheart bc i will seize every chance to learn more about her

then i left camp, talked to kagha while looking for a healer, got them to free a tiefling girl through more persuasion rolls (BECAUSE IM GOATED) and talked to the healer nettie who was fixing a Regular Bird

she told me how strange it is that we arent turning, to swear on my life id drink a poison if i saw any symptoms (which i of course agreed to, shadowheart approved and astarion did not) and stopped playing on the way to rescue halsin. fun times!

p.s. days doesnt necessarily mean im playing this daily but rather just what happens when i play per irl day... days just works as a way to categorize tbh

[l0vergirlwrites]

when life was beginning, i saw you ; peter parker

warnings: fluff... just pure fluff with our best boy

this is inspired by the instrumental "when life was beginning, I saw you" from cherry 🍒

stepping out of high school & heading to university was a big change. it was hard, having to start from the bottom & work your way up until you finally get to have a degree & get a job... only to do the same thing but in a slightly different way.

peter loved campus life, having more independance & all the extra credit he was earning from some of his classes. he was now a junior in university, studying the art of medical science. he had a passion for it & hoped to integrate it with his technology skills.

besides attending his classes & studying for tests or working on assignments, peter had a job so he could make some money & not live off his loans or grants while on campus. he worked at his school's library in his free time instead of catching up on much-needed sleep.

he would stack up the bookshelves, rearrange the books that weren't in proper order, help out at the front desk & sometimes do some light reading while on the job. it was boring, but it paid decent money & he kind of liked getting the chance to be out of the stuffy dorm room that he shared with an annoying guy named carl.

carl just gets on his nerves & since peter had developed a short fuse—a very short fuse, the two only bickered & roll their eyes at one another, despite peter trying to be nice. carl was also a political science major & had very different views on issues than peter, which made it even harder to live with him. so the library was an escape for him to be in some peace.

peter was the only one who worked at the library other than his boss, ms. welling. she was an odd lady, but she loved old film & television, especially star wars, so she got along with peter quite well. it wasn't the dream, but it made him cross paths with you.

he was working late, around eight-thirty at night when the front door opened. the library was quiet & ms. welling had already left for the day, so it was just peter at the front desk. he didn't notice at first who came in because his earbuds were blasting music too loud & he was caught up in reading "to kill a mockingbird" by harper lee.

it wasn't until he heard a loud smack emit from the stone flooring that he quickly took his ear buds out, flinching as he did so. when he looked up with confused eyes, he didn't expect to see you picking a hardcover book from the ground & heading over to him at the counter with a playful smirk.

peter just couldn't help to think how pretty you were, really pretty. the way your hair suited your dark features, how your coat had intricate patterns that he wasn't accustomed to seeing much, how your smile was gorgeous & how your eyes were the perfect shade of y/e/c-- he was in total awe of you.

"you seemed really into the book & i couldn't get your attention, so that's why i... did that. called your name like ten times" you explained, making him let out a nervous chuckle.

fuck, he liked your voice too.

"s-sorry about that" he apologized, fixing his posture in the wheely- chair he sat in & turned on the computer in front of him.

"so uh, what can i help you with?" he asked you, making you slide the book you had brought with you across the counter.

"a return" 

with a nod, he went to scan the book code on the back & the computer showed that the book was six months late & the charge for the lateness would be ten dollars. he also saw your name linked to the date you had signed it out.

"so... y/n, you were pretty late with the return... about six months to be exact" peter said, making you sigh.

"wait, how do you know my name?" you questioned, making peter's heart drop.

"i-it says your name on the computer, i should've asked though in case—"

"don't sweat it, it's cool" you assured him, helping his nerves a bit.

"anyways, i may have forgotten that i had it until about, thirty minutes ago" you said with a chuckle, making peter look back at the computer screen with a light laugh.

"there's a ten-dollar fee for the late return though," he said, making you gasp at his words.

"you gotta be kidding right? ten bucks?" you asked him, to which he nodded his head sadly.

you went to grab your wallet out of your purse but peter quickly stopped you. halting your movements, you looked at him skeptically before he spoke.

"we could make a bargain? i could lower the charge to two dollars if you need the extra money. i won't tell my boss" he suggested to you, making you light up.

"thank you! your a life saver! what can i do for you in return?" you asked as you pulled out two dollars worth of coins.

he paused for a minute, wondering what he could do to possibly get to see you again & an idea popped in his head.

"you could come around here again sometime & i could give you some good book recommendations, o-only if you want" he said, realizing it sounded a bit nerdy & weird which made him mentally smack himself in the head.

you smirked at him once more, secretly catching on to what he was playing at.

"i-i know it's not much but—"

"i'm not completely against your offer & it's better than paying full price for the stupid book fee... so sure" you agreed.

peter quickly smiled at you & you returned it while you handed him the money so he could put it in the register. turning back to you, he saw that your eyes were trained on the book he was reading just as you had come in.

"there was a sequel to that you know? well actually, more like an original but it want released until after. it was the first draft of the book harper lee had written" you said to him, taking him slightly by surprise.

"o-oh. i didn't know. what's the other one called?" he questioned in curiousity.

"go set a watch-man. it's not as good as this one though, it's okay but like... kinda disappointing" you explained to him.

"well i guess i won't have to read it after i finish this"

"you still should. & you need to watch the movie" you added.

"there's a movie?"

"you need to know more backstory to what your reading..." you paused, remembering that you didn't know his name.

"oh! i'm peter. sorry i didn't tell you earlier" he said a bit quickly, a tiny bit embarrassed.

"it's alright.... peter... huh, it does suits you" you said while eyeing him up & down.

"well um, i have to lock up soon. so—"

"oh yeah right sorry—" you said flustered.

"no no, it's fine it's just—"

"i get it. i'll come by again soon" you told him, stepping away from the counter & slowly heading towards the door.

"bye y/n" he said looking at you, feeling completely entranced by your everything.

"bye peter" you said before giving him a small smile, walking out through the doors & heading to wherever you were going.

peter smiled to himself while looking down at his desk, feeling his cheeks blush & warm a bit. he couldn't shake off the smile he had when he started to pack up & head for his dorm to catch up on some homework from his drama class. he felt like a teenager again, even though he wasn't that old, he was only twenty.

turning the lights off & locking the doors, he almost walked away but he noticed a blue sticky note on the glass of the window of the doors, making himself stop in his tracks. 

here's my number if you wanna talk before i come by next. i wanna know your progress on the books & movie.

111-111-1111

peter held the note in his fingers for a few moments, smiling more at the words & the messy pen writing. he folded it neatly & put it in his coat pocket as he headed to his car. he felt something odd when he looked at you, he had no idea how to describe the feeling that he felt throughout his body. all he knew is that you seemed different, a good type of different.

maybe after all this time of trying to find a new adventure to make life more interesting, you'd be his new adventure.

i miss when peter parker was happy

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Go on, what are your thoughts about the bear? :)

I’m so glad you asked friend! Get ready I have feelings! Gonna be a read more cause it’s long

-settle in kids moon has a lot to discuss- we’ll start with characters:

Richie sucks, always. Why does he have to be a lil bitch about EVERYTHING like bro, we get it, your like 45, divorced, wife took the kid, your best friend blew his brains out, you hate change like the boomer you are. But like bro, taking it out on Carmy who didn’t ask to be given the restaurant in the first place? Not gonna fix it. Taking it out on Sydney, a young chef just doing her best? Doesn’t fix anything. You crying like a bitch? Doesn’t help. Selling coke? Out of the alley? Behind the restaurant? Sorry are you saying that’s the only way the beef made it through covid? Was…being a back door drug den? Okay. Okay. Yeah no one saw Micheal was a drug addict when that was his solution to fix things?

Tina, grew on me, she did, I like her, would trust her to cook everything. Actual tia of the restaurant and if anyone hurt her kitchen family you know she would be kicking peoples ass. Did irk me a bit at the start but like she learned and grew. Something A LOT OF OTHERS COULD LEARN FROM RICHIE! She even said, ‘I’ve learned more in the last two months then I ever did before’ like. Micheal was great apparently but, was he really? Tina is just love her, trust her with all my food and my life.

Ebras, I like him. He’s cool. Didn’t learn much about him but like 10/10 comic relief when we need it.

Fak, played beautifully by Matty matthaison, an actual chef and one of the producers and chef like directors of the show like Jeremy Allen white said ‘I told Matty or coco to like stop a scene if I did anything that wouldn’t be done in a real chef kitchen’ so the fact he’s playing a Jack of all trades repair man who wants to be a cook, is 10/10, he’s just another comic relief we need. I love him

Misc. crew: I like them. Didn’t learn much about them but they are key to being background and immersive elements.

Sugar, I want to learn more about her but so far standard big sister, bit over bearing in a way that I get. And also the fact her and Carmy are the ‘let’s fight to express emotions’ type of siblings is just -chefs kiss-

Pete, a bitch. Like look at him.

Cicero, so he def works in like shady shit right? Mob? Mafia? Drug dealing? Like that’s what they were like putting out right? But also why did he lend 300k to Michael? Like he knew something wasn’t right like come on. Come oooonnnn.

NOW! MY BABIES, MY PRIDE AND JOYS.

Sydney, an angel sent on high to help Carmy in the perfect way. Without babying him and not taking any shit. She is just, I would die for her, I would kill for her. Also she has my patience level of ‘but like why can’t I do it now? Like why can’t I just do it and show you it works?’ Like me and her I get it. Just the perfect partner for Carmy, like I ship her and Marcus so hard.

Marcus, an angel of a man, I would die to try his desserts, he just, he’s friend shaped guys, he’s friend shaped. Him and Sydney would be the like cutest couple. Like, I can’t explain it. Also him wanting to learn and be able to do what Carmy did with desserts like, Marcus is just I love him so much. Okay he’s the calm comfort the show needs. Also babes when the machine starts smoking? Turn it off, that’s all you can do. Also his and Carmys bonding moment like “you blew a fuse I almost burned down a restaurant the night after I was food and wines number 1, so shit happens. And you’ll fuck up again it’s fine”

CARMY ‘MY BABY’ BERZATTO, needs therapy, like extreme therapy. Needs to understand that how he was taught was abuse, the chefs he worked under, abused him and every other staff member, that’s not what he needs to keep teaching. And hopefully he realised that when Sydney and Marcus walked out because after a point you can only scream at someone so much. Now, man is just this beautiful mix of trying his best, and trying to work and fix everything around him but not being able to understand why his brother was doing the things he was and what happened in the years before that shifted everything. The fact he only went to culinary school and became one of the best of the best was to say ‘fuck you I can do what you do but a million times better in the eyes of the world’ like, Carmy is someone who has a system that he needs to keep his brain sane, but he also won’t accept anyone else trying to help fix and change that system to work and flow better as Sydney said like ‘I told you this would t work, you didn’t listen, it blew up in my face because you left’ like Carmy knows he can make the beef now the bear into something, amazing. But he just doesn’t have the tools to do it. Tools Sydney has inside her but doesn’t want to wait and slowly bring them out because as her old bosses said ‘your incredibly impatient and very green’ like. Ugh I love them.

Now over all, amazing show my god it’s fast paced and quick cut, and it shows what it needs to get the point across, it gives you enough in a scene for you to get the story with out it being spoon fed to you. You don’t need someone to say “Carmy it’s been 2 months since we started this system it’s not working” because it gave you the story beats that you need to understand time is passing by. Like the first episode Richie says carmys been in charge for 2 weeks and everything’s going to hell. So you get that time has passed, then it’s an offhand of ‘4 months ago Michael shot himself’ so you get the timeline but not in a spoon feed you way.

The show is good. It’s amazing. I can not wait for season 2. Where we see Carmy and Sydney make the bear into, something amazing. Or start to. Where Sydney starts learning patience, where Carmy maybe opens up more and realises the ways he and Sydney were abused and beat down in a kitchen doesn’t need to be the way things work in the bear.

I just. I can’t explain how much I love Carmy enough. Or Sydney or the whole show it’s. Good.

Bad if you have anxiety and have worked in a place like a kitchen or even retail like when I tell you episode 7 had me feeling like both Carmy and Sydney, from when I worked in pick up at target during holidays. My god

Yes 10/10 love it, want it always, give me season 2 like right now.

[qianinterprises]

WayV Reactions: you get mad at them over something trivial

Pairing(s): WayV x mostly gn!reader (I think Kun's is the only one with a written female reader. The others should be gender neutral).

Genre: angst, fluff (happy ending)

Warnings: couples arguments, yelling, angry reader

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: Thank you so much for the request!!! I had so much fun writing this, although I will admit I had to look up "trivial things to fight about" so nothing would be repeated lol! I have no idea why most of these take place in the kitchen lol, it just seems like a place of arguments. I hope this is what you wanted!! I hope you enjoy!! 💕💕

Tagging: @treasuretaeil

Kun:

Originally posted here

"How about Dandelion?" Kun asked from his spot on the couch, absentmindedly flicking through the large book of names clasped in his fingers.

An audible gasp left your lips. You turned, wide eyes to stare at him, completely flabbergasted.

"You want to name our daughter WHAT?" you snapped.

Dandelion? Of all the names in the big book, he had to choose the name of a damned weed!

Kun shut the book and turned to stare at you with an eyebrow raised, not expecting your tone to be as harsh as it was.

With you expecting a baby girl in a few months, you and your husband had set to attempting to pick out a name, which proved to be a little more difficult than you had anticipated. You just couldn't seem to agree on a name, which, until now, had been fine. You were both generally easy going people who hardly ever fought, so as your face flushed with anger, Kun was at a loss.

"I just thought it'd be cute," Kun defended, voice gentle.

You could tell he was trying not to anger you further, but you balled your hands into angry fists.

"Well why don't we just call her a useless weed and be done with it! See how that affects her mental health!" you yelled.

You didn't know why you were so angry, or why you were taking that anger out on your sweet husband who had done nothing but take care of you throughout your pregnancy.

You blamed your hormones.

"Babe, please calm down."

Kun's voice was gentle and soft as he reached out for you, and although you were still seething with anger, the second his arms wrapped around your middle, you could feel it dissipating, leaving you to apologize.

"Kun, I'm sorry for-"

"Shh, there's no need my love," he whispered.

How did you ever get so lucky.

Ten:

Originally posted here

Ten hardly ever got a day off. With WayV and the occasional comeback with NCTU, plus all the variety shows and vlives the boys did, you hardly got to spend time with him, but you knew what you'd gotten yourself into when you'd started dating. You knew nights together were going to be few and far between, so when he'd asked you over to the dorm one afternoon, you'd jumped at the chance, eager to see your boyfriend after so long. However, if you'd known what it would be like, you would have stayed home.

Ten's phone chimed again, not long after he'd placed it down in favor of wrapping his arm around you while the movie played on the tv. His phone had been going off every few minutes, and despite your sliding closer or attempting to distract him, he couldn't seem to stop from responding, spurring on the messages further.

You didn't question whether he was texting some tramp. You knew he'd never do that to you, plus, he was constantly showing you some funny photo or meme that Johnny had sent, making you chuckle, although you couldn't help but to resent Ten's tall friend for distracting your boyfriend.

Finally, as he removed his arm to grab his phone and text Johnny back, you snapped.

"Can you put the damn phone away! If I would have known you'd do nothing but text, I wouldn't have come!"

Ten paused mid text before dropping his phone on the couch.

"He's my best friend, (y/n)! I'm not just going to ghost him!"

You huffed.

"I'm not asking you to ghost him! I'm asking you to spend time with me without the phone!" you hissed.

Ten sighed and picked his phone back up. With a grumble, you got off the couch, preparing to go home, not wanting to watch a movie with your boyfriend if your boyfriend didn't want to be there with you. However, as you moved to grab your coat, he tackled you onto the couch, caging you in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I promise, for the rest of the day, it's just you and me. No more texting."

You looked at him skeptically, but as he held off his phone, switched off, you sighed and wrapped your arms around him.

"I missed you," you mumbled.

"I missed you too," he replied, kissing the top of your head.

WinWin:

Originally posted here

You had never been the kind of person to rely on anyone. You liked doing things on your own, relying on no one, and thus, many of your friends labeled you "stuck in your ways" because, despite having a boyfriend who'd bend over backwards for you, you couldn't bare to let him do anything for you.

This had spurred on quite a few minor arguments, especially when said boyfriend was the worlds sweetest guy who just wanted you to rely on him for more than a warm chest to snuggle against.

"Why won't you let me help you?" he'd asked several times.

Your answer was always the same.

"Because I can do it on my own."

You never meant to make him feel dejected, but as you opened the kitchen cabinet to grab out your favorite coffee mug, you found that maybe, your boyfriend had a little more of a mean streak than you gave him credit for, and this morning, without your daily caffeine, it really pissed you off.

"Dong Sicheng!" you yelled, anger filling your veins.

Apparently, at some time during the night, your boyfriend had snuck out of bed and rearranged your cabinets, moving everything up one shelf higher, so now, instead of the highest self being the only vacant place, now the bottom shelf was vacant. You were decently tall, but you couldn't reach the highest shelf. You doubted anyone who wasn't 6 foot tall could reach, and of course, on the highest shelf, was all of your coffee mugs.

"Yes?" Sicheng asked from behind you.

You spun around in a whirl, his shirt, that fit you more like a dress, flowing out at the sudden movement.

"What the fuck did you do! Everything was perfect! I could reach everything! Why the hell did you move it!" you snapped.

You glared at him as he tried to hide a small smirk, leaning closer to the counter as he reached up, grabbing your favorite coffee mug, and placing it on the counter for you.

This only pissed you off more.

"What the fuck Sicheng!"

"You never let me do anything for you! The power goes out, you fix the fuse box. Your car breaks down, you take it to the shop. You want coffee, you grab the mug out of the cabinet. You don't let me do anything for you!"

You could see his point, you honestly could, and maybe that's why your fury died down a little.

"Sicheng, I'm independent. I don't need you to do anything for me. I can do it on my own."

"That's what you always say! But I'm your boyfriend! I want to do stuff for you!"

With a sigh, you shook your head. Maybe he was right. Relationships were about give and take, push and pull. He let you help him with things and you hadn't returned the favor. Maybe it was time to bend.

"Fine. Keep the mugs up there, but damnit Sicheng, when I call for you to get me a mug, you better come running."

With a smile, he leaned close to press a kiss to your lips.

"Promise. "

Lucas:

Originally posted here

Having a live in boyfriend was fun, nothing you'd ever experienced before. Suddenly, you had someone to share your bed with, someone to cook for, someone to open pickle jars when you couldn't.

However, it also meant extra time cleaning. Especially when your boyfriend apparently didn't know the use of a welcome mat. Plus, he wasn't the cleanest person in the world, and that fact became evident as you walked into the kitchen to grab a drink and found two bottle caps and a candy wrapper sitting on the counter, forgotten.

"Seriously Yukhei," you muttered under your breath.

You threw the trash in the bin and opened the refrigerator, hoping for a nice glass of milk before bed. Your eyes landed on the milk carton. Happily, you lifted the carton out of the fridge only to realize that it was empty. You certainly hadn't been the one to place an empty milk carton back in the fride.

"Yuhkei!" You yelled to your boyfriend who was already cuddled up in bed.

You waited for him to make his way into the kitchen, but the longer you waited, the angrier you got.

When he did finally walk inside, he was met with your fixed glare.

"What'd I do?"

"First, you leave your trash on the counter, then you put an empty carton back in the fridge! Do you NOT know where the damn trash can is?!"

Yukhei raised his hands in defense.

"I forgot!" he whined.

You groaned. You'd definitely heard that one before.

"You always forget Yukhei! How hard is it to put your trash where it belongs!" you whine, glare still fixed on him.

"And... just so we're clear... an empty milk carton doesn't go back in the fridge?" he asked.

You threw the milk carton at his head, although you weren't planning on hitting him. As he ducked, the carton hit the floor. He was trying to be funny, and you hated to admit that it was working as a smile cracked across your lips.

"There it is! There's that beautiful smile I love!" he cooed, moving closer and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Shut up Yukhei!" you grumbled, pushing against his chest lightly.

He wasn't having it. He pulled you closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"I promise I'll start putting my trash in the bin," he whispered.

You knew it was an empty promise. Tomorrow morning, you'd wake up to more bottle caps and candy wrappers on the counters. Yukhei could be infuriating. But you loved him despite his lack of cleanliness.

Xiaojun:

Originally posted here

(This image has nothing to do with the reaction, I just had to include it lol)

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BE-*

That was the sound you'd been hearing every ten minutes for the past hour as your husbands hand slammed into the alarm clock for the sixth time. You grumbled and rolled over, once again awoken by his horrible habits.

This wasn't unusual. Dejun tended to set 15 alarms before he'd finally get out of bed and start his day, which, by that point, was usually when your own alarm clock would start going off and you'd wake up groggy and cranky, having just lost an hour and a half of peaceful sleep because your husband coudn't seem to get his ass out of bed in the morning.

"Why do you need so many fucking alarms! It's fucking stupid! Just set it for the time you actually need to be up!" you growled, not opening your eyes as you buried your face in the pillow, hoping to get back to sleep.

"I can't wake up that fast," came his mumbled response.

You huffed. It was always the same answer, but it never made much sense to you. Why couldn't he just get out of bed like a normal fucking person.

Alas, you didn't respond as sleep once again tugged at your consciousness, lulling you back to sleep beneath the warm blankets before-

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"GET THE FUCK UP!!"

"Five more minutes," he grumbled.

Five more minutes and you'd have to hear the infuriating sound of that damned alarm clock?! Fuck that.

You had had enough. Your sleep was important to you and being woken up two thousand times with a damn alarm clock before your husband finally dragged his tired ass out of bed was not helping your sleep in any way.

In a fit of anger and irritation, you pressed a sock covered foot against the middle of Dejun's back and pushed, affectively kicking his body out of bed, his body hitting the cold ground with a thump before he knew what happened.

"Hey! What was that for!" he snapped.

"Your up now," you grumbled, rolling back over and pulling the blankets over your head.

You could hear him grumbling something along the lines of "why do I love your psychotic ass" before the shower turned on.

Hendery:

Originally posted here

You let out a groan as the title of another horror movie appeared on the television screen as you cuddled next to your boyfriend. You hated horror movies, a fact he knew well. The ones that didn't make you have nightmares were generally so silly and irritating you'd spend the entire moving staring at the time. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, absolutely loved horror films, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when you sat down for your weekly movie night at his place and found a horror movie coming on, which wouldn't have been an issue if you hadn't watched horror movies the last five weeks in a row.

"Can't we watch something else," you complained.

"It's just one move (y/n), you'll be ok."

You groaned. He never listened, too enthralled in his own excitement for the movie.

You didn't have a problem with the fact that he liked this genre, but he could just as easily watch it with Ten or YangYang, or, if he really wanted to torture his leader, Kun. You, on the other hand, somehow always seemed to get stuck watching them.

"We've watched these five weeks in a row," you whined.

"Shh."

That was the last straw. He wasn't even willing to listen to you!

With a huff, you got off the couch and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, switching off the movie and turning to glare at him.

"You know I don't like horror! Yet for the past several weeks we've done nothing but watch it! When are we going to watch something I want to watch?!" you snapped, hands balling into fists.

You could tell Kunhang was taken aback back your outburst as he floundered to find a response. You expected him to bite back, adding fuel to your fire by saying something along the lines of 'I work so much! Why can't we watch what I want!' But to your great surprise, his face just dropped.

"I like the way you hold onto me," he said softly.

You squinted.

"Huh?"

He sighed and sat up straighter, putting the bowl of popcorn on the table.

"You always cling to me when a part scares you. Sometimes you even jump into my lap and I like that. I like protecting you..."

As his voice trailed off, you sighed, anger evaporating. You sat down on the couch next to him and took his hand.

"I don't mind that sometimes, but not all the time," you said. "Besides, wouldn't you rather make out while watching a romance movie?" you smirked.

He paused at the suggestion, seeming to weigh his options in his mind before flicking the television back on and searching up the sappiest romance movie he could find.

With a grin, you sat back on the couch and discreetly coated your lips in cherry chapstick while he found a movie.

YangYang:

Originally posted here

Your feet and back ached as you walked through the door to your apartment after an exceptionally long shift at the diner you worked at part time. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed with your loving boyfriend and go to sleep in his arms. However, as you laid eyes on Jeno and Jaemin sitting beside YangYang with some game loudly playing from the tv, you couldn't help but groan.

"I'm home," you called tiredly, biting back the urge to grumble about games as you made your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and maybe a sugary snack.

As soon as you flicked on the light, you couldn't fight the irritation as your eyes met three empty pizza boxes stacked carelessly on the stove and a mountain of plates, cups, and bowls you'd begged YangYang to take care of that morning.

"YangYang!" you snapped, teeth gritting as you found the trashcan, also filled to the brim, waiting to be taken out.

You heard mumbling from the living room followed by an absence of firing guns, meaning they'd paused the game. YangYang walked into the kitchen, eyebrows raised as if he had no idea why you'd called for him.

"What the fuck Yang! I ask you to do the dishes, they're not done! Taking the trash out is your job anyway and it's piled sky high! And those fucking pizza boxes don't belong on the damn stove! What did you do today?! Sit on your ass while I was slaving away!" you yelled.

In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have picked a fight with YangYang's buddies in the next room, but your tired brain could take no more.

"I had to practice and they just got here an hour ago! Don't go snapping at me when you just as easily could do the dishes now!" he snapped back.

"Why should I have to! I've been working all day! You could have done the dishes before they got here! Hell, I wish you would have!"

"Excuse me for not being a clean freak!"

You blew out a huff of air and squeezed your eyes shut.

"Whatever, just go play your damn game."

You turned away from him and moved to the sink, starting the water and pouring in a good squirt of dish soap before grabbing a sponge and getting ready to wash the dishes before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, a face nuzzling into your neck.

"I'm sorry I didn't do the dishes baby," YangYang whispered softly.

You didn't respond as he pulled the sponge out of your hand.

"Go to bed. I'll do the dishes and then come join you," he whispered.

It was a fast change of heart, but one you were thankful for. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before making your way toward your shared room, not missing the way Jeno and Jaemin bolted from the apartment before YangYang roped them into helping.

[azikarue]

Just A Moment : Chapter 27 : Fruits

Rick/Mariah, White Tigers | FFN Rating: M (for language) | FFN Link ❖

“What the hell is a loquat?”

Kevin snickered. He had some balls for someone less than a third of Rick’s size. Even factoring in the recent growth spurt that enabled him to look Mariah in the eyes without breaking his neck, the kid was too wiry to be laughing at Rick, of all people.

“It’s also called a Chinese plum,” Gary chimed in. Rick liked him well enough; he was the only one of the White Tigers, besides Mariah, who hadn’t made his life a living hell since he’d gotten to their training camp.

He’d expected Lee to be an asshole, what with Rick kind of, sort of dating his sister. And Kevin’s wisecracks were always bound to get on his nerves. But the worst thing was Ray’s remarkable ability to have a dopey childhood memory to share in every conversation.

Nine times out of ten, Ray’s stories hinted that he and Mariah were in some weird puppy love at the time. Lee loved to double down with comments about how cute she used to be following him around. Rick didn’t give a shit past wishing his life didn’t revolve around different groups of people who drove him up the fucking wall.

Maybe there was something to Mariah saying he had a short fuse.

To make things worse, he was forced to share a cabin with Ray at night. Rick wasn’t that carnal of a guy, but it would’ve been easier to stomach Mariah’s friends if he could at least have her to himself when the sun went down. Instead there were conversations with Ray that fizzled out quickly once they covered everything they had in common: beyblading and Max Tate.

“Pff, come on Gary – he doesn’t know what that is either.” Kevin’s snarky voice made a vein throb in Rick’s temple.

“Oh,” Gary said, almost sounding disappointed. His expression brightened when he explained, “They’re small fruits you can eat raw, or they can be used to make jams and jellies—”

“All you need to know,” Kevin continued, ignoring Gary rattling off his list, “is that they’re delicious—”

“—fruit wine and smoothies—”

“—and they’re Mariah’s favorite—”

“—oh and don’t forget the pies and tarts!”

“—and no one but Ray has ever gotten any down for her,” Kevin finished, fixing Rick with a meaningful look.

Whatever its purpose, all that did was make Rick want to grab him by the ponytail and fling him into the sunset. He managed to quell the urge and glared testily back and forth between the two of them.

Gary was obliviously staring towards the top of the loquat cliff, but Kevin met his gaze with an innocence he probably hadn’t actually possessed a day in his life.

With a huff, Rick grumbled, “And why should I care?”

“Well,” Kevin sighed, too nonchalantly, “we just thought if you were trying to woo Mariah…” He trailed off at the end and offered Rick a flippant shrug.

“We’re way past ‘wooing’,” Rick snorted with a roll of his eyes.

Whatever Kevin considered ‘wooing’, Rick could guarantee he’d done the exact fucking opposite. Hell, the only reason he and Mariah were a thing in the first place was because she came onto him. Rick hadn’t been trying to attract her. He’d been vehemently against the idea of anything even a little serious when she practically moved in, all of her own volition.

If he hadn’t managed to drive Mariah away by now, it was safe to say he was stuck with her. And if Kevin’s antics were supposed to send him into a tizzy and make him look like a fucking idiot trying to prove himself, it wasn’t going to work on Rick.

Kevin’s visible eyebrow arched toward his hairline and he exchanged a look with Gary.

“Uh… Don’t let Lee hear you say that,” Gary advised uneasily.

Rick let out a bark of laughter.

“I’m not scared of Lee.”

“You still shouldn’t let him hear you talk about Mariah like that. It could get ugly,” Kevin said, looking almost as if he would enjoy watching Rick and Lee get into it. At least Gary’s concern seemed genuine.

Rick scowled. He hadn’t meant what he said in the way they took it, but explaining that would be a waste of time; they wouldn’t believe him and if Lee wanted to get riled up about something, there was no use trying to stop him. With one last scoff, Rick turned on his heel and headed back toward the main camp.

He didn’t think about the loquats or Kevin’s challenge for the rest of that day or most of the ones that followed.

Instead he wore away the enamel on his teeth, grinding them to make it through Ray’s stories and Lee’s suspicious stares and Kevin’s snark. Sometimes he caught them looking at him with puzzled faces, like they were trying to figure out why the hell Rick had come in the first place. All of that, combined with the fact that he wondered the exact same fucking thing, made his head ache.

Mariah claimed it was the heat. He wasn’t shy about telling her otherwise.

In any case, the only relief he got was when she’d pull him under the crushing weight of the falls and let the water go to work on his tense muscles. Then, if none of the other White Tigers were lurking around, she’d climb into his arms and kiss him hard enough to bruise.

Unfortunately, those moments were few and far between, and the rest of the time her friends were as unbearable as ever.

“Just like old times,” Lee chuckled one evening when they were all gathered around a campfire.

Mariah was caramelizing some type of dessert over the flames. Ray was at her side, handing her whatever she needed before she could even reach for it. Lee was watching them like he had the wedding half planned. Gary was looking at the food in a similar way.

Rick sat farther back than the rest of them – nighttime was the only time White Tiger Hills wasn’t hot as balls and he wasn’t gonna ruin that by sweating it out by the fire – and ignored the looks Kevin was shooting his way. He was really fucking annoyed, but letting Kevin know that would be tantamount to admitting he was jealous.

And he wasn’t. Not even when Mariah topped the cobbler-y concoction with a layer of fresh whipped cream and Ray dolloped some onto her nose and everyone laughed except him.

Kevin was the only one who noticed his sour mood. Rick knew he’d find a way to be a pain in the ass about it and his suspicions were confirmed when Kevin accepted a plate and said, “Imagine how good this would be with loquats instead.”

The enunciation and shit-eating grin were entirely for Rick’s benefit. He flipped Kevin off as covertly as possible as the boys all made noises of agreement.

“If only,” Mariah sighed and handed Rick his plate. She lowered herself to the ground beside him, using his shoulder to keep steady on the way down. She didn’t need to, but Rick noticed she took any opportunity to casually touch him.

He took a bite to hide his satisfied grin.

“They’re your favorite for a reason,” Ray acknowledged, golden eyes flicking in Mariah’s direction fondly.

Mariah’s answering smile curled up and died in his brain when he bunked down that night.

Ray fell asleep after their usual idle chitchat, lucky asshole. Rick was stuck laying awake, feet and ankles dangling off the bottom of the cot, sweat pouring down his neck, and mosquitoes trying to eat him alive. Every time he got close to sleep, he thought of Mariah smiling at Ray and felt the urge to pulverize something.

It had to be this damn place getting to him, because Rick was not a jealous person. He talked big because he could back it up. He didn’t need to prove himself. It didn’t matter if Ray could pull some fancy moves with Driger and bring back a handful of bruised fruit. It especially didn’t matter if he did it for Mariah’s attention – Rick got that without even fucking trying, thank you very much. And he could blade circles around Ray any day.

“For fuck’s sake,” he grumbled and tossed an arm over his eyes, hoping to force himself into a half-decent sleep.

The next morning, before Ray could strike up some pointless conversation, Rick marched out of camp to the loquat cliffs. He had at least an hour until breakfast – the White Tigers had to meditate first – plenty of time to put Rock Bison through its paces or however the fuck he could justify this.

Rick sneered. The cliffs looked exactly the same as they had when he’d stood there with Kevin. Rick had wondered why the hell he was there that time, too. Before he could agonize over it, he readied his launcher and, with a growl, pulled the ripcord and sent his beyblade up the side.

Rock Bison made it two-thirds of the way up before losing momentum. Rick swore as it tumbled down to land at his feet. He picked it up and wiped the dust off absentmindedly, busy studying the groove it’d carved into the cliff face. He’d been too heavy-handed and the friction slowed his blade down.

With that in mind, he launched again. And again. And again.

He got aggravatingly close more than once, only for the heaviness of his blade to catch up with it and drag it back down. Another time it bounced off of a protruding bit of rock and ricocheted to the ground. He even tried Drop Rock, and ended up diving out of the way to avoid plummeting debris.

He didn’t think the White Tigers would notice the cliff was tilted more to the right afterwards, but he also figured it was better not to do that again.

“Motherfucker,” he snarled.

As if in reply, a single loquat tumbled down the cliff and rolled to a stop in front of him. One look and it was obvious that the offending piece of fruit had been pecked at already. It took a lot of restraint not to smash it into the dirt.

When Rick finally returned to camp, he was hot and sweaty and in a piss-poor mood. He was on his way to drown his frustrations under the surging waterfall, when he ran into the last person he wanted to see.

“Where have you been?” Kevin asked, striding up with is hands in his pockets and a wide, knowing smirk on his lips.

“None of your fucking business,” Rick answered and kept walking.

Kevin, having no sense of self-preservation, followed.

“You didn’t go to the cliffs, by any chance?” he asked smugly.

Rick ignored him and took longer strides to get away faster. Kevin, the little idiot, didn’t get the hint and practically jogged to keep up. Rick could see the rest of his team looming on the horizon and grew tenser.

“Hope it wasn’t anything I said about Mariah and Ray,” Kevin lied through his teeth; there was a smile audible in his voice. “I’m sure she’d only give him a little kiss if he came back with loqua – hey!”

Kevin’s speech broke off in an indignant squawk. Rick had grabbed a fistful of the pipsqueak’s shirt and hoisted him up so his toes were just barely grazing the dirt. He heard the sound of the other White Tigers calling out and running over, but he stared Kevin down without loosening his grip.

“I. Don’t. Give. A. Shit.” He enunciated each word and leaned over so they were nearly nose to nose. Even if he didn’t intimidate Kevin, he could at least shut him up. “And even if I did, your little quest is fucking impossible without a higher starting point. I’m not a fucking idiot!”

Kevin tried and failed to hide a smile.

“How long did you try?” he snickered.

A vein throbbed in Rick’s temple.

“What are you doing?!” Lee shouted, skidding to a halt with the others. His dark brows were drawn together menacingly. “Put Kevin down before I make you!”

Rick snorted and rolled his eyes, but let Kevin go.

It was the smartest thing Kevin had done all day to take a couple of steps back before bursting into laughter.

Rick clenched his fists and saw the White Tigers close ranks around Kevin. At least, Ray and Lee did, looking very serious and very angry respectively. Gary was watching Kevin laugh, seemingly deep in thought. Mariah appeared at Rick’s elbow and fixed Kevin with a suspicious glare.

“Kevin, how many times do I have to tell you not to antagonize Rick?” she asked testily, settling her hands on her hips.

Rick could fight his own battles, but it felt damn good to see Lee’s eyes widen in shock at his sister’s stance. Felt damn good to see Ray look Mariah up and down like he’d never seen her before, too, like he was just now realizing she wanted Rick and not him. It felt good, even if Kevin started laughing harder.

“It’s—,” Kevin wiped an imaginary tear out of his eye and choked back another laugh before he could continue. “It’s his own fault for making it so easy!”

“Kevin…” Mariah growled.

“What happened?” Ray interceded, more diplomatically than Rick would have expected. He glanced at Rick before settling his eyes back on Kevin, waiting for an explanation.

“It doesn’t fucking matter,” Rick said at the same exact time Kevin blurted out, “The big dummy thought he’d try getting loquats down for Mariah.”

The tone in his voice when he said Mariah’s name was obnoxiously sing-song and Rick wanted to clobber him.

“Only because you said Ray could get them down,” he shot back, refusing to feel embarrassed and getting angrier instead, “which is bullshit because if I can’t, then he sure as hell can’t.”

There was a pregnant pause. Rick readied himself to wholeheartedly deny any jealousy they were about to accuse him of. Instead, Gary spoke.

“But Kevin, only Mystel can reach, remember?”

Rick grit his teeth. He could hear blood rushing in his ears. He fucking knew it. Where the hell was that information when Gary had come with Kevin to show Rick the cliffs in the first place?

“We always have to wait for them to fall,” Ray said to Rick, bringing him back to the present. His tone was apologetic, like he was the parent of a child who’d played a mean prank. Thankfully – or not because Rick could go for a good brawl right now – he didn’t seem offended by Rick calling himself the better beyblader. “Mystel knocked them down by leaping halfway up the cliff face before launching his beyblade. I’d never seen anything like it.”

“Yeah, that guy was a freak of nature,” Lee chimed in, shaking his head at the memory. When he looked at Rick next, he was smirking. “Why did you take Kevin’s word for it, anyway?”

“He’s so gullible,” Kevin snickered.

Rick bristled.

Mariah looped her arm through his and cuddled up to his side.

“I think it was super sweet and romantic of you, Rick,” she said, gazing up at him with twinkling eyes. Her free hand pried his out of its clenched position so she could lace their fingers together. Something in her eyes – or in the way she pressed insistently against him with a soft sigh – made his face feel hot.

Rick cleared his throat.

He could feel her teammates staring. Lee’s mouth was visibly hanging open at the corner of his field of vision. For some reason, Kevin was still laughing under his breath. He was debating tearing them all a new one when Mariah began pulling him in the general direction of the waterfall.

“Come on, Rick – let’s go cool off.”

She ordered the others not to follow and, as she led him away from a sputtering Lee to the promise of some uninterrupted alone time, he thought that maybe the whole shitshow was worth it after all.

[magalidragon]

Okay drabble #2 for @lalacristina18 ‘s ask! Hope you like this one! It’s a little silly and kind of Fixer Upper Fanfiction ( @nlights37 is that a thing? I’m doing it) meets my drabble “wet paint.”

Enjoy!

haunted house | 30. “You better watch yourself”

It was the dumbest thing she had ever done.

Except she felt like she had to do it.

How else was she going to get the cute handyman to ask her out?

"Just ask him out!" her best friend shouted, as she took a crowbar to the siding on her house, prying up the nails. Missandei was used to most of her antics, but she knew this was going too far. She watched, amazed, slightly terrified, and in awe, muttering, "You have gone mental Daenerys."

Maybe she had gone mental, but she was also put off by how attractive the handyman was. He was incredibly sweet. A little goofy; he apologized one day when he showed up in thick black glasses, saying he'd forgotten to put his contacts in before he left the house. She had wondered why someone would apologize for that, but she soon learned that Jon Snow, Handyman Extraordinaire, apologized for quite a few things that were in no way his fault or under his control.

Like when he couldn't get a part in time to fix her hot water tank, because it was a weekend and the store was closed. "No problem, guess I'll see you Monday," she had simply said with a smile and a cheerful glee, because she knew they were closed on the weekend and he'd have to come back Monday.

Or when she had purposefully yanked out some sort of fuse in her car so it wouldn't start and he had apologized that it had gone missing. "Not your fault at all!" Because it's totally my fault and then she'd pretended to find the fuse on the ground. "Will this fix it?"

He frowned at the tiny piece of place and wire. "Um, aye, that's so weird..."

Today she was going to claim there was something wrong with her siding and it needed to be replaced. She dropped the crowbar, wiping sweat off her forehead, and placed her hands on her hips, glancing at Missandei, who was shaking her head side-to-side. "What?"

"Just bloody ask him out! I'll do it for you. You're destroying your house just to get him to come over." She smirked. "He has to know what you're doing. He's just taking your money and knowing you're using him which is wrong, or he's really bloody stupid and that's not great either."

"You haven't met him yet."

"What guy could be so attractive and cute and sweet and all that for you to resort to this!?" Missandei waved her hands at the splintered wood at her feet. She sighed, closing her eyes. "Dany, love, you are my best friend but..."

"Good morning!"

Dany threw the crowbar into the bushes, spinning on her heels and beaming at the man who had poked his head around the open fence to her back garden. She waved. "Hello Jon! Good morning to you!" She rounded on Missandei, who stared at him and smirked knowingly. "You're a little early."

He turned pink, coming around the corner holding onto his toolbox. "Aye, sorry about that, I thought I might get you a coffee..." he trailed off and politely smiled at Missandei. "Oh I am sorry, I would have gotten another....here, you can have mine if you want."

To her best friend's stunned silence, he removed one of the two takeout coffee cups from the tray in his other hand and passed it to her. Missandei swallowed hard, clearing her throat. "Thank you, that's...so nice of you."

He smiled again in his shy, half-smile way that Dany absolutely bloody adored, and turned his face to her. "You called last night and said that your bathroom pipes were leaking again? I don't know what is going on, I mean..." He scratched his hair, brow furrowing, and gazed up at the old-as-shit house she had purchased with intent to completely renovate. "I swear I just fixed those..."

"Oh you did, I'm sure this place is cursed."

"By a Valyrian dragon," Missandei mumbled under her breath.

Dany stepped on her foot and crossed her arms, grinning. "And would you look at this? This siding is rotten, I think we'll need to replace it."

"Um, yes of course." He knelt and picked up some of the wood, shaking his head. "You must have an angry ghost Dany, this looks like someone took a crowbar to it." He was immediately concerned, jumping to his feet. "You should file a police report, someone could be vandalizing your property!"

Missandei sipped her free coffee and mumbled again, not so quietly, "Hmm, someone with silver hair I think."

"What?" Jon asked.

"Ignore her, she's mad." She forced another smile. "It's fine. I...thank you Jon, perhaps look at those pipes first and then we can look at the siding."

"I have wood," he blurted out.

Missandei choked. Dany flushed bright red. "Oh?"

"Hmm, in the truck. Be right back." He turned on his heel and walked away. Dany elbowed her best friend, who stared now at his retreating back.

"Oh my."

"It's beautiful. I just like to look at it."

Missandei patted her arm. "Daenerys you are my best friend, but if you don't ask him out by the end of the day, I'm going to tell him everything you've been doing and only because I'm scared you might set your house on fire just to watch him come running in with the fire hose."

Dany hummed. The idea was appealing, but arson was certainly not an option.

Yet.

---

It was the end of the day; she'd tried her damndest to get him to ask her out. Missandei had left, becaus she claimed she couldn't watch it any longer, proclaiming them both "stupid idiots" and Dany had to agree. She was a stupid idiot, trying to get him to look at her as something other than the crazy lady in the haunted house. She'd worn her bikini top while gardening, she'd broken her siding, and stuffed leaves in her gutters.

And Jon Snow still didn't bloody get it.

Maybe he was stupid, she thought, and watched him bent over some exposed pipes in the hallway leading to the master bedroom. A himbo or something. Except she knew he wasn't, because she'd seen that he had a stack of books in his truck to return to the library, one of which happened to be her brother's boring ass tome on Targaryen History, and he'd eagerly chatted with her about it.

"So why are you a contractor?" she asked. She kept referring to him as a handyman, but reminded herself he was more than that. He ran his own business and lumber yard up in Winterfell. "Do you just like fixing things?"

He shrugged, reaching his arm down into the pipes. "I do like fixing things, but when I got out of the military, nothing really appealed to me. Didn't want a boss again and I like building things. Working on my own terms."

"I like that too." It was why she moved up North, a freelance journalist, and needing a safe quiet space to recharge and focus between assignments. She got up and cleared her throat. "I'll be downstairs if you need me." She was halfway down the stairs when she heard a strange sound. It was a yowl.

It sounded like Drogon, she thought, turning towards the wall. "Drogon?" she called.

He meowed again, pitiful. She moved closer towards the wall and knocked. Her voice trembled, calling once more. "Drogon?"

A light scratching and more yowling.

She screamed, realizing with horror that Drogon was inside the bloody wall. "DROGON!" She banged on the wall, running up the stairs, crying out. "Jon! Drogon's in the wall!"

"What?"

"I think he must have crawled in when we were talking and not looking, oh my gods, Drogon!"

Jon frowned at her, still not moving. He narrowed his eyes. "Drogon's in the wall, huh?"

"I think so."

He cocked his head and got to his feet, sighing hard. "Dany, I...I think I know what's going on and..." He turned bright pink. "I really have to confess something..." He shifted on his feet and blurted out, really fast, his Northern burr thick. "I...I know that not everything here is breaking and...and I'm fixing it and stuff, but...well...the store was open and I didn't get hte part because I wanted to come see you and...and I may not have cleaned the gutters all the way so I could come back and...oh gods, I haven't charged you at all because I'm just...I like you!"

Her eyes widened, too terrified for her cat to process what he'd just admitted to her. "But...I...I'm sorry, but he's really in the wall! Listen!"

They both were quiet and after a second, heard the pathetic howling of a trapped cat.

Jon moaned, mortified, shoving his face into his palms. "Oh my gods! I'm so sorry! I thought...oh fuck, forget what I said!"

"No I can't forget it because I like you too!" They could have this conversation after they saved her damn cat.

It took awhile, of her trying to coax the damn cat out from the opening in the floor, to Jon carefully searching and finding a space in the wall to knock through with a sledgehammer so he wouldn't hit Drogon or anything unsafe. Bits of drywall and debris scattered, "You better watch yourself," she warned him, when Drogon began to hiss and pant, terrified as they drew closer to him. "He might attack!"

"He's just scared, he'll be alright."

A couple hours later, her entire hallway and stairwell covered in broken bits of drywall, plaster, wood, and insulation, her very dirty and ashy cat enveloped in a blanket in her arms, Dany finally looked up at JOn. He hadn't said a word to her about his confession of not really fixing anything because he liked her and wanted ot keep seeing her.

She ducked her head, whispering, "I know it was wrong of me too, to keep breaking things...I just really liked you too."

"I'm not good with women," he admitted.

"Clearly, I was walking around in my bikini and you didnt say a word."

"I was trying to be professional!"

She giggled. Drogon whined in her arms. She scowled. "Hey! You didn't think I was serious that my cat got stuck in the wall!"

"I thought it was another thing like when you called me to say that your pipes were clogged at ten at night." He arched his brows. "Come on Dany."

"Alright, that was a ruse...but he really did get stuck!" She let go of Drogon, who raced into her bedroom to hide under the bed and lick his wounds-- more like his pride at having to be rescued by humans of all things. She looked up at Jon, sitting on the step just above her and grinned. "Can we agree to just...kind of start over?"

he nodded and licked his lips; she shivered. "Start over at dinner tonight?"

"Yes, dinner is perfect."

"And I'll be the first thing in the morning to start working on..." he gazed around at the chaos surrounding them, sighing. "This."

"Sounds good."

Turned out he didn't have to show up early at all the next morning, because he was already there, fast asleep in her bed, both of them exhausted. Dinner had been merely an afterthought.

[volleychumps]

To Attempt (Kageyama Tobio x Reader)

--

“Y-you...”

“Hm?”

“You look...really. um. you-!”

“Was there something you needed, Kageyama-Kun?”

Oh lord he couldn’t do it. Not with your cute-ass head tilt and warm smile. Nope, not today. Finalizing his decision, you watch with a now confused expression as he promptly turns on his heel and speed-walks away as fast as he can. You become even more confused when it looks like the rest of the team all audibly sigh at the same time.

“Aaaaand that’s another meat bun for me.” Nishinoya grins at a irritable Tanaka, who glowers at the so-called “genius-setter” that apparently can’t talk to girls for shit.

“Come on, man! I’m trying to have faith in you here!” Tanaka claps the raven-haired boy on the back as Kageyama’s gloomy expression seems to darken even more. “Come, let your senpai give you advice.”

“Stop making bets on me!” Fuming, he stomps away from the situation only to see you struggling with lifting some boxes of supplies into the storage cabinet. You grin sheepishly at him when you see him staring, glancing down at the boxes you were holding in a silent question.

Feeling his heartbeat pick up, he jogs over to slip two of the three boxes out of your hands as he follows you into the storage room.

Tanaka clenches his fist. “It’s near impossible nothing will happen with just the two of them in there.”

--

Oh god.

“Thank you, Kageyama-Kun!” You beam at said boy as he shoves the boxes onto the top shelf.

“Don’t...mention it.” He scratches his cheek awkwardly when he finishes his task, internally freaking out at the proximity between the two of you. You, however, seemed totally fine as you reached for the door knob, ready to make your way back out to overlook the practice.

Until his arm reaches out, his palm resting on the area of the door next to your head, not exactly trapping you, but not making it easy for you to exit either.

“I wanted to tell you that you look really good today.”

Kageyama had no idea where exactly the over-surge of confidence came from, but it seemed the rational part of him knew a chance like this wouldn’t come again. You blink at the fact that his blue eyes looked so serious, glancing at his outstretched arm before giggling.

“You boys are so sweet.” you reach out to pet his hair, almost as if you were stroking a cat. “I feel so lucky to have such a kind team around me. You guys are the reason I love being on my way to becoming your manager!”

With that, you twist the door knob and let yourself out before glancing in slight confusion at a perplexed-looking Kageyama. “Are you coming?”

“B-Be right there.”

As soon as he knew you were out of ear-shot, Nishinoya and Tanaka both hold their stomachs at the amount of laughter spilling out of them, listening to Kageyama’s shout of frustration within the storage closet.

--

“This weekend.”

“Huh?” You pulled an earbud out of your ear when Kageyama approaches you during lunch time, blinking up at the boy with a sweet smile on your face. He gulps.

“D-Do you want to...hang out?”

“Of course I would! Where did the team want to go?” You respond brightly as Kageyama blanches, Hinata dying of laughter from behind him.

“No, I uh, I mean...”

You tilt your head, allowing him to continue before he suddenly slaps himself on the back of his head, causing you to lift your hand to your mouth in a little gasp.

Which he still thought was adorable, fuck.

“The team would like to go see a movie.” He says flatly with dead-looking eyes as Hinata grabs onto the back of his jacket, laughing so hard and begging him to stop before he pees himself.

“Alright cool, I’ll look at tickets online!”

“Great.”

--

“I doubt (Y/N) knows how much they’re hurting Kageyama...” Suga chuckles with a slight sweat drop as you enthusiastically talk to Hinata, talking about how excited you were to see this movie with a drained, gloomy-looking Kageyama trailing behind.

“Five buns. On today.”

Nishinoya slaps Tanaka’s hand, a glint in both their eyes. “You’re on.”

You end up seated between Tanaka and Kageyama, eyes fixed on the screen before you cheerily turn to Kageyama, thanking him for inviting you and everyone out as the boy immediately turns red.

“Next time, I hope Asahi, Yamaguchi, and Tsukishima-Kun can come too.”

“I was t-thinking...maybe next time it can just be the two of-?”

“It’s starting!!” Hinata bounces in his seat as you hear the whole team audibly sigh again, making you look around in confusion before turning back to Kageyama.

“You were saying...?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Kageyama says flatly, and you can swear you see his soul leaving his body before you decide to just turn back to the movie, wondering why he was acting so weird.

--

Hold. Her. Hand. You. Idiot.

Kageyama glares at his senpai over your head, as Tanaka glares back. He sweat drops as Suga leans forward a little, flashing him a thumbs up as if to say you got this.

God, he hated his team right now.

Tears were welling up in your eyes at the movie selected, sniffing to yourself as Kageyama slowly stretches out his hand over yours-

His heart couldn’t take it when you grabbed his arm first, still a little teary-eyed as he flung you off him as a reflex, acting on pure-instinct.

“O-oh.” You say, wiping at your eyes. “Sorry Kageyama-Kun, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable...huh? Is everyone crying too?”

In reality, every member on the Karasuno team had placed their forehead in their hands at what an idiot their genius-setter was.

--

“I cannot-” Tanaka slaps his forehead.

“Don’t even get me started-” Nishinoya sighs.

“HAHAHAHA-”

“Don’t laugh Hinata-” Suga sweatdrops.

Kageyama turns red-faced at the taunts from his teammates as he continues to mentally beat himself up at what had just occurred in the movie theatre, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom.

“Listen.” The blue-eyed boy blinks when Daichi puts both hands on his shoulders, looking at him intently. “Don’t beat around the bush. When you walk her home tonight, just tell her. (Y/N) is a lot more dense than I thought she was. But! That doesn’t make it impossible.”

With that, Daichi instructs for everyone besides Kageyama to leave first while you were still in the bathroom, the raven-haired boy feeling the same surge of confidence from when you were in the storage closet with him.

You blink in surprise when you exit the bathroom as Kageyama glances at you sheepishly, a hand on the back of his neck.

“Can I walk you home?”

--

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Aah, I had so much fun today!” You walk next to Kageyama at an even pace, smiling softly as you turn your head to talk to him. “Thank you again, Kageyama.”

He blushes slightly. “Anytime.”

He suddenly comes to a stop as you keep walking, making you stop a few feet in front of him as you look back, slightly confused.

“Kageyama-Kun?”

“I...I didn’t mean to invite everyone out today.” His voice is quiet, but you can just barely make it out as you fall silent in anticipation. “I kind of...wanted to spend today with just you? Is that creepy-sounding? God, I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of gross guy, I just...”

Your eyebrows raise when he spins around quickly so his back is facing you, taking a deep breath before turning around again. “(Y/N), I-”

He’s taken off guard when you’re suddenly there in front of him, taking his hand in yours gently as you beam, looking into his blue eyes.

“Could it be...you like me?”

Kageyama’s fuse busts a little as he blushes intensely, looking off to the side before nodding once.

“I must have been a real handful then.” You say sheepishly, intertwining your fingers with his. “Because, I like you too.”

Yeah, Kageyama can say he died a little in those few moments.

“Y-You do?”

You stand on your tiptoes to plant a sweet kiss on his burning cheek, a hand resting on his shoulder for support before you pull back, blushing as well.

“I like you, Kageyama-kun.”

He gains the courage to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you in to rest his head against your shoulder as he soaks into your warmth, the longing in his heart finally becoming fulfilled. You wrap your arms around him in response, sighing in content until you see certain members of the team peeking from behind the fence that rounded the corner.

You squeak a little, hiding your face into Kageyama’s chest in embarrassment as Tanaka and Nishinoya bolt up to the two of you, clapping Kageyama’s back simutaneously.

“It’s about fucking time!”

“Atta boy!”

“I absolutely take full credit for this.” Daichi walks up patiently, an apologetic Suga following behind him.

“Sorry Kageyama, none of them really wanted to go home just yet...”

“Wow...Bakayama finally has a girlfriend...” Hinata says in awe as Kageyama takes a deep breath, covering both your ears with his hands as he shouts, although muffled to you, a “YOU IDIOTS!” to the grinning team.

God, you loved them.

But it was different for him.

You reach up to kiss his cheek a second time in front of the team as he’s taken off guard, a small smile making its’ way onto his face.

“You’re kind of dense, you know?”

“Oh shut up.”

You were in love with him

[arashikitten]

“I am Danny Phantom”

Who knew that four words were all it took to turn someone’s entire life on its head? Well, Valerie knew, her father being fired and her subsequently being dropped by the A-listers proved that, but....

Danny Fenton. The small, quiet, funny, space-obsessed, sleep-deprived, nervous guy who slept in class, made puns out of everything, her boyfriend... was Phantom. The ghost who had ruined her life, who was a menace to the town, who had committed several crimes including kidnapping the mayor. They were the same person.

Her suit was on before she could blink, guns powering up and aimed at Phantom- Fenton- Danny.

“One reason. Give me one. Goddamned. Reason why I shouldn’t put a hole in your head.” Everything was red. She felt nothing but the blood in her veins turning into fire, only heard the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. It would be so, so easy to turn this... this monster into a pile of ectoplasm. All it would take was one little blast...

“Because it was an accident.”

Silence. It rang in her ears like a gunshot, quieting the pounding of her heart like the forest before the storm. Where her anger was once fiery red, now it was cold, calm blue, freezing everything in her path.

“What?” Her voice sounded flat, no hint of anger, and yet the ghost shuffled back slightly, wringing it’s... his hands nervously. (Somewhere in the back of her mind, a part of her recognized that was a habit of Fentons, that Danny- no, Fenton has been doing that earlier. Valerie shut that thought down before it reached farther into her head.)

“It was an accident. That ghost dog... Cujo, he- he was, um, looking for his- his toy because he’d been euthanized by Axion labs after they got the, uh, new security systems. He was just loking for his toy.”

“Then why were you there, spook?”

A pause. He was wringing his hands again. It caught her off guard slightly, how... human he looked. If you took away the glow and bright white hair, he could’ve easily passed as a normal highschooler. (That’s because he is human, part of her mind screeched at her. That’s your boyfriend for fucks sake, it said. Again, she shut it out.)

“I can sense them. The ghosts, I mean. Whenever one shows up, there’s this sort of... smoke, kinda, that I breathe. And that’s how I know if one’s around. So that night, when- when Cujo showed up, I sensed him and went to check it out. I never meant to get your father fired, or to- to fuck the place up as bad as I did. I’m sorry.”

Anger bubbled up in her again. He thought- he really fucking thought that a simple damned apology fixed that? Hell no! He’d screwed over her entire life, got her father fired, committed several crimes, and he thought a simple ass ‘I’m sorry’ would fix it?

She took aim, charging up her blasters.

“I don’t care if you’re sorry. You’re a ghost, a crook, and a thief. And I’ll be doing the whole world a favor by getting rid of you.”

Her blasters were charged up. All it would take now was for her to-

“Then do it.”

Valerie almost dropped her blaster. Had- had she heard that right? She stared at Phantom.

He was rooted to the spot, arms down by his sides, eyes scrunched shut. He was still in his ghost form, but he wasn’t levitating.

What in the hell?

“What do you mean ‘then do it’?” You’re not- you’re not even gonna try to fly off?”

“No.”

“Why?”

At that, Danny- no, Phantom opened his eyes. He looked, scared. Sad. Like he had seen a massacre, or a war.

“A couple of weeks ago... when- when we were about to take the CAT... I- well I got the answer key to the test. And... I wasn’t in a great place, mentally, at the time. I mean, I’m still not, but... it was different, in a way. But basically, what, well, what happened was that I was so stressed out, because I was trying to protect the town and my friends from ghosts, and my parents were just getting worse about trying to hunt me down, and my grades are already shit, and Mr. Lancer kept saying that this test would determine my future and I just...” Danny stopped, shaking and hugging himself. He looked.... Valerie didn’t think she’d ever seen him look this distraught, as Phantom or Fenton. It made something in her chest tighten, made her stomach twist.

“I... I had the answers. And I was already so worried about... well, everything, that I decided to cheat. I figured that maybe I could just do it one time, and then that’d be it, you know? But... of course, of course, it couldn’t be that simple.” Now he sounded... tired. Worn, and not in a good way, more like a war veteran disallusioned with the world. (Something in Valerie told her that maybe this was the real Danny, the part of him he refused to show anyone. The tired fighter who wanted nothing more than to be able to go to sleep without worrying if he was going to wake up with a gun pointed at him.. or if he would wake up at all.)

“Essentially what happened was that Sam, Tucker and I got sort of... teleported about ten years into the future, and... apparently me cheating on one stupid test leads to the end of the world, because Mr. Lancer would find out that I had cheated and would call a meeting with my parents at the Nasty Burger, which would then blow up and kill my friends and family.” Danny was shaking now, arms wrapped around himself as though he was trying to protect himself from his own words.

“That, in turn, lead to me tearing the ghost part out of me, which then proceeded to fuse with Vla- the Wisconsin Ghost. When- well, when that happened, it- drove my ghost half.... I-insane. And then he was killing people all over and... and I- I killed people in that timeline! I did the- the one thing I said I would never fucking do, and I killed someone.”

Danny was on his knees now, quietly sobbing. His black hair (when had he turned back?) shone in the sun.

Valerie was rooted to the spot. How in the hell did someone deal with that? Fuck, how in the hell would someone deal with any of this? In the span of about thirty minutes, Valerie had discovered that not only was her boyfriend dead, but was the town’s widely considered hero and had apparently fought an evil version of his future self and had almost seen all of his friends and family die.

And, to top it all off, he’d discovered that not only were his own parents hunting him, but she was too. Valerie felt sick.

Jesus. Just how much shit had she put him through? Fuck- was that why he was so nervous about telling her he was Phantom? Granted she was still pissed at him, but not for the Cujo thing. Not really.

“Danny.” He looked up at her, and she felt something in her chest break at just how scared and sad he looked. Was this the sort of shit he had to deal with every damn day? All that fear, over being hunted, or experimented on, or getting everyone he loved killed- was this how he felt all the time?

Slowly, Valerie stepped towards him and knelt down. Her eyes never left his.

“Danny. I care... so, so much about you. You... you were the first person to really give a shit about me, after the A-listers dropped me.”

Immediately he tensed, and distress filled his eyes.

“I’m-“

“Nope, don’t, stop. You’re not apologizing. Not right now. Maybe later. Not fucking now.”

He fell silent, eyes wide and searching. Still scared, still tense.

“You love space, and puns. Your favorite video game is Doom 4 even though you’ve never won. Your favorite subject is science, you’ve always wanted a dog, and you doodle in the margins of your paper when your bored.” Valerie paused.

Danny seemed to be noticeably more relaxed, as he was no longer gripping his knees so hard that his knuckles (how had she not noticed the scars? They weren’t exactly small.) were white. Good.

“You adore your mom and dad, even if they embarrass you all the time. You look up to your sister more than anyone on the planet, even if you don’t act it. You don’t make friends often, but when you do you stick with them through hell or high water. You’re incredibly smart when it comes to science and math, even if you have bad grades. And above all, you care so much about bathe people around you. You sacrifice everything, your grades, your relationships, your time, to help people who you think need it. And that applies to phantom and Fenton.”

He was crying again. But this time, there was a small, shaky sort of smile there, one that said something like this was looong overdue.

Slowly, Valerie recalled her suit, and wrapped her arms around Danny in a loose hug. He hugged back burying his face into her shoulder as he shook.

They would be okay. They’d figure it out, eventually.

But for now, they just enjoyed the relief in each other.

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Aaaaand that’s a wrap folks! Part three is finally here! Not gonna lie, I wrote this in the span of about two and a half hours on mobile from 9 to about 11:20 pm, so apologies if there are any inconsistencies.

That being said, I would like to do a poll. I have about 120 followers and I was wondering if I should write something special for y’all once I reach 150. So, would you rather I write:

1) a Danny phantom/Rise of the Guardians crossover,

2) a Danny Phantom TUE! Au fic,

Or

3) part 3 of my Glass ghost au?

Comment your choice below and have a happy weekend or whatever.

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I’ve love your reads & i can not stop! Would it be an issue for more Michael myers? yours are perfect and sexy 😍🖤

A/N: Hope you don’t mind but this is 1000% fluff and this takes place in an AU where Michael hadn’t killed his family until he was older and went to high school. 

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Michael had no idea why you talked to him. He was quiet, creepy and had sinful thoughts 100% of the time. He never had initiated a conversation with you or even looked at you. He often thought that maybe it was just because you pitied him or because you felt bad for him. He didn’t have any friends after all, and often got beat up multiple times during the day. 

He stared at you from across the room, watching as you focused on the lesson the teacher was giving and occasionally asked a question or two about the assignments that were given. You were smart, pretty, and your smile could light up the darkest mind. You were in every one of Michael’s classes, to which he didn’t mind. He enjoyed getting to stare at you all day and admire you from a distance. 

But today was the absolute worst. 

First, Michael was late to catch the bus and his mom already left for work so he had to walk. Not to mention it was downpouring and his umbrella broke halfway to the school due to the high winds. Then, as soon as he made it through the doors of the school, he was immediately greeted by the boys who liked to make his life a living hell. Sure Michael was bigger, taller and built like a brick house, however, these boys were relentless and Michael never wanted to fight back. 

Therefore, he’d got his ass kicked, resulting in a bruised eye, bloody nose and busted lip. There could have been more damage, but as another one of the boys tried to land a punch, he was hit by a polka dot umbrella. 

Michael was grateful that his hair covered the blush on his face as he watched you smack the bully multiple times with the umbrella before he apologized and ran off with his group. “C’mon (Y/N), we are going to be late!” Your friend said to you, ignoring Michael’s large frame as he pushed himself off the floor. 

“You go ahead. Tell Mrs. Porter that Michael and I will be a little bit late.” Michael tensed up at your words and your friend nodded before runnign off as the bell rang. 

“Let’s get you to the nurse’s office.” You said, watching him nod before heading that way. 

You opened the door once there, and realized the nurse was probably out day drinking already or having an inappropriate affair with one of the students. He was a nasty man like that. Shrugging your backpack off, you set your stuff down and instructed Michael to the bed, where he was very still, watching your every move. 

You rummaged around until you found a small aid kit and walked over to Michael with it. You set the small box on the table beside the bed and then looked to the boy. “I need to move your hair a bit. It’s kind of messy.” You smiled softly, pushing the hair from his eyes and running your fingers along his scalp, combing it back. Your eyes locked with his for a moment and you blushed slightly.

“You really do have beautiful eyes, Michael.” You complimented him, making him look away in embarrassment.

You took a deep breath and began to repair his face, cleaning the wounds and putting a damp rag over his eye that would definatley bruise. “What did they pick on you for this time?” You asked.

“They said I was a homo and that I liked to wear girls panties.” Michael frowned and his eyes darkened. You felt your heart tighten and you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Are you gay?” You asked. Michael snapped his eyes to yours and you felt a chill run down your spine.

“No. I’m not. I very much like girls.” Michael grit his teeth. I like you. 

You nodded your head, “I don’t know why you don’t fight back. You’re a big guy, Michael. You could easily crush their heads with your hands if you wanted to.” Michael mumbled in agreement.

You started to put the kit back and clean up the used tissues and cotton balls. “Why are you nice to me?” Michael asked from behind you. 

You turned to face him, unsure of what to say. “Why do you care what happens to me? You’re popular and nice, and I’m a fucking joke.” 

“Michael, I’ve cared about you for a long time. From the moment I started talking to you in freshman year to now senior year.” You put the kit back where you got it and sighed as he continued.

“Why not make fun of me like everyone else does? Why does it matter if I get beat up or if I have a bad day? Why does it matter to you what my life is like?” You bit your lip, holding back the endless words that you wanted so badly to yell at him. 

Taking a deep breath, you once again turned to face him, his eyes wild and strands of his hair back in his face. “I knew you needed a friend so I-”

“So this whole time, you’ve just been pitying me?” Michael scoffed and you blew a fuse.

“No you jackass, I have been there for you because we are friends and I care about what my friends going through.” 

“We aren’t friends!” Michael snapped, and you felt your heart crack. 

“Frankly, you are rather annoying. I don’t need your help! If anything, you make it worse!” Michael didn’t realize the look on your face had appeared until he was done. His anger getting the best of him. “I don’t need anybody.” 

You stared at the boy for a moment. You had so many things you wanted to say but you kept them to yourself. “I’m sorry. I didn't realize you felt that way.” Michael could hear your voice crack as your eyes started to water. You walked over to get your backpack, throwing it over your shoulders and heading to the door. 

“(Y/N), wait.” Michael said.

“I’ll leave you alone from now on.” You replied, waiting for a response. “Four years of my life I wasted loving a boy who never even saw me as a friend.”

Michael felt his heart drop, his skin grew cold and he couldn’t breathe. “Pathetic.” You spat, walking out the door and leaving Michael to wonder what he was going to do to fix this. 

Comment if you want a Pt.2!!!

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The Magnus Archives Relisten: Episode 117 - Testament

But Tim isn’t going to sit home and wait, and Elias seems pretty insistent I go along. Part of me thinks it’s just so he can see if whatever this “preparation” he’s been trying to do on me works. - Jon

I guess, yeah, that's part of it and the other part is that he wants to make absolutely sure Jon gets touched by as many powers as he possibly can and sending him right into the lion's den is a good way of doing that, I suppose.

I don’t quite get those two. I suppose what they’ve done, seeing what they’ve seen… it’s a hell of a bond. The sort of thing I’ve mostly done alone.

Ouch. That is a painful realisation right there! (The usual disclaimer of "I'm obviously not talking about the scale of cosmic horror here because duh or for that matter even the scale of massive trauma" but I actually think that realisation is on some level relatable because of the realisation I had multiple times in my life of "I don't really know what a close bond feels like because I've never actually been anywhere close to the best friend of the people I've considered my best friends." Fortunately my luck has shifted somewhat in the "close emotional bonds" department, or at least I hope I'm not kidding myself about that, but the realisation that some people have these fire-forged, ride-or-die relationships and you're just kinda doing your own thing, dipping a finger shallowly into human connection every once in a while and then watching it flow away, is a bit of a twinge.)

And… aside from some, uh, uh, office gossip which I, I’m not sure is necessary or, uh, conducive to a workplace that… hey, it, it, it’s natural it’s, it’s normal.

I love how Jon just goes from deep emotional turmoil to being a bit upset that people are gossipping about whatever may be going on in his love life. Talk about emotional roller coasters!

Oh, yeah, I found something on the other body the circus stole, this “George Icarus.” (...) Jurgen Leitner. I just can’t be rid of him.

Ah, okay, this is where we learn who George Icarus was. Also, the pseudonym is very fitting, I mean, Leitner did, in fact, fly too close to the goddamn sun and subsequently crash and burn when he decided to create a library of fear books, didn't he?

He always said, if you don’t like something, you accept it and you adapt, or you fight and you change it. Whining doesn’t help. I always tried to live like that. But I think sometimes you feel like you’re adapting, but it’s just denial. - Basira

This is definitely something I've experienced myself but it's also definitely something I've seen in some people who like to go on like Basira's dad about stiff-upper-lip-don't-whine-adapt-and-overcome to other people and shame others for expressing their emotional pain. When the cracks finally do start showing up (usually under the influence of alcohol), it's not so much a crack as a full-on explosion.

But at least Daisy’s coming. I mean, I know she’s… difficult. Everything they say about her, it’s true, it’s fair. But, she’s solid. She’s a… a fixed point, and if she’s there, I know exactly where I stand, exactly what I’m doing, relative to her.

It's tragic but also on some level a little bit heartwarming that Basira never actually stops doing things relative to Daisy, even when it takes everything out of her, even when Daisy starts destroying herself.

Still stuck, still miserable, still angry. New traumas, but they hurt just like the old ones. Elias thinks he’s got this ingenious way to hurt people, but it’s just the same old and a creepy new package. Arsehole. God, I just want to rip his – When did I start to lose the parts of me that weren’t just anger? - Melanie

I always have a soft spot for the angry ones, the ones who have to forcibly stop themselves from punching people in the teeth, who have to put every last shred of willpower into keeping a lid on the boiling, hissing, steaming pot that is their inner life. The ones whose willpower sometimes fails them and then they do end up hurting people or themselves because of their anger. And not to go all REPRESENTATION here, but I'm actually glad to see that in TMA that character archetype is basically all women, because the people exploding in violent anger or having to try so fucking hard to keep it in and occasionally failing are usually guys.

They did manifest, but they weren’t what I thought they’d be. They were fused, somehow, all mixed together, a huge angry mass of dead flesh and guns.

I'm kind of glad this isn't a fully-fledged statement because I feel like that sentence, that image, is really all I need and anything further would actually weaken rather than strengthen the horror.

Good luck, Jon. I do hope you win. But I also hope it hurts.

Damn, this episode is so good at summarising characters in a line or two, isn't it?

I, I’m scared, I guess. – no, wait. No, no, I mean, ah, I don’t want that to be my last message, the thing that defines me. “Martin Blackwood, he was always scared, then he died. The end.” I don’t want that. - Martin

I'm a very anxious person and this is INSANELY relatable, this fear that all that's going to be left of you is the things you didn't do because you were terrified. ... Martin, stop making me tear up by being too damn relatable!

I need them to be safe, I need him to be okay.

Aw, Martin!

I mean, it’s not like I’m going to be safe, like my plan’s not dangerous, but it’s, it’s mine. This last couple of years, I’ve always been running, always hiding, caught in someone else’s trap, but, but now it’s my trap, and, well, I think it’ll work. I know, I know it’s not exactly intricate, but it felt good leaving my own little web.

a) This thought process makes perfect sense. Sometimes you just need to express your goddamn agency, even if it's dangerous and even if it's bound to hurt and b) I know the podcast immediately lampshades the "web" thing, but WEB!MARTIN THOUGH! I MEAN! THINK ABOUT IT! That would've been such an amazing plot point and they had it all set up. I mean, he's got a lot of good Lonely-related shit going on later, too, but ... why not both? I do enjoy it when the powers squabble over a character!

I used to blame my brother for going off his own and poking around where he wasn’t wanted. I used to blame myself for not helping him. But now… now it doesn’t matter. I’ve read through enough of these things to know that this doesn’t matter. The only thing you need to have your life destroyed by this stuff is just bad luck. Talk to the wrong person, take the wrong train, open the wrong door, and that’s it! - Tim

I think Tim's view of this is actually very close to the way that TMA handles this. The Entities don't eat you because you deserve it. They just happen to happen to someone. And that makes the horror work so much better than if that wasn't the case. (It also feels closer to how LIFE actually works a lot of the time.) So I find it somewhat odd to see when people do read desert into it, I feel like that weakens the storytelling.

Honestly, I hope that Jon learned something from her because, because I don’t expect I’m going to be coming back from this. I don’t know if I want to. And if he needs to pull the trigger, to use me to stop it… well, he’d better have the guts to do it.

Well. Fuck!

Gerard’s page… Gerry. I-I know there’s more he could tell me – he he, wouldn’t of, of course, I, I know that but he, he… he would still be there, th-that, that knowledge, i-it would, it would still exist…(...) …y-you owe me one, Gerry. Rest in … Just rest. - Jon

Damn, seeing Jon struggle against the instinct to keep knowledge available to himself, seeing how much it literally hurts him and seeing him WIN is sure something. Also ... "Rest in ... just rest." ... make me cry, why don't you?

My impression of this episode

This is not so much horror as it is concentrated emotion and I adore it. I nearly teared up a few times on my relisten (I think I wasn't in quite the right headspace during my first time). The gut punch quotes come thick in this one. This may actually be my favourite plot development episode (as opposed to favourite statements that don't relate directly to the overall plot). The writing is just. so. good.

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Chapter 4

Masterlist

Regardless of what anyone says, time really does heal most wounds, and particularly so for middle schoolers with terribly short attention spans and even shorter fuses.

Pain is both enduring and fleeting, its dual nature the only constant.

A year had passed since Shinichiro’s death, and things had essentially returned to normal for the burgeoning Tokyo Manji gang and their affiliates minus Kazutora. Kumi’s biggest concern today was that she was now faced with a tutee who had the shortest attention span and fuse of them all, and she had not even seen it coming.

“B-Baji?” She said, dumbfounded as her eyes settled on the young man sitting in the corner, chewing a pencil with irritation as he pored over a workbook in front of him. Kumi looked around the deserted classroom, ran quickly outside to check that she was indeed in the right place before returning quietly to stand at the entrance. Baji hadn’t heard her soft voice or her light footsteps the first time, but feeling her eyes on him, he then looked up in her direction, his mouth pulling into a grimace once he saw her.

“You’re not-” he started.

“You can’t be-” she began.

The pencil snapped in his hand under pressure, and he groaned audibly, running his hands through his hair.

“You’re the tutor?!”

Kumi wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms.

“It’s not like I knew it would be you! If I did I wouldn't have come over here!"

“Then don’t!” He hissed. Kumi frowned, keeping her irritated but slightly concerned look on him and his face reddened for a split second before he turned away, staring out the window to avert his gaze as though her very look would pierce through his skin. “What?!”

Her frown deepened and she hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and rearranging the desk right before him so that she could face him.

She leaned in just slightly so that she could look at exactly what math problems he was struggling to comprehend, then glanced up at him. Entirely too close for Baji’s comfort, he shifted back his chair, which made a loud screeching sound, but Kumi was too geared into academic mode to be offended.

“Are you really struggling this much? I was told to start as though you were two grade levels behind.”

With this comment, she opened up one of the textbooks and pulled out a couple pencils because she sure as hell was going to get the extra credit she had been offered for this task, no matter what it cost her.

The tomato shade Baji’s ears had taken on seemed to deepen, and he whipped his head back to face her, now clearly between anger and embarrassment and Kumi considered for a moment scooting her own seat back before he lunged at her. But instead, she remembered what Mitsuya had said a while ago.

First, that Baji was, deep down, a good guy and second, that he might actually like her.

Her ears warmed at the thought briefly, then she banished it completely as she had done the entire past year, remembering that whether he liked her or not, he was a delinquent failing math hard enough that he had to repeat the entire year and that simply would not do, no matter what.

His foul mouth especially reminded her not to entertain any positive thoughts, even though now that she was close to him and face to face, she could actually admit that he was a little attractive, especially now that she was no longer terribly afraid of him.

“Bring someone else. I don’t want your fucking help,” he barked, crossing his arms and raising his foot onto the desk in a gesture of defiance.

Kumi pressed her lips together and let out a sigh of defeat. Then, she smiled widely and closed her books.

“Well, I give up. Good luck, Baji.”

Before she could rise to feign leaving the room, Baji grabbed her quickly by the wrist and pulled her to him, semi-roughly. She made an unintentional yelp and he immediately let go, and she whisked in his direction, offended that he grabbed her.

But before she could actually say anything, he murmured in the quietest voice she had ever heard from him.

“Don’tleavejusthelpme,” he pleaded through his teeth.

Kumi’s cheeks burned a little hotter as she settled back into her seat, but she tried her best to keep an air of superiority.

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

---

Going from seeing Kazutora almost every day to not seeing him at all was difficult, to say the least. While her boyfriend wasn’t the only thing that kept her occupied, the void that he left while he was away felt incredibly loud. But there wasn’t much she could do except wait for him, occasionally visiting his mother in hopes of hearing some good news. Unfortunately, Kaksi quickly realised that Kazutora’s mother had barely any interest in her own son.

That didn’t really come as a surprise considering what the boy had told her despite not remembering much about his childhood. Still, Kaksi couldn’t even begin to imagine how Kazutora was dealing with juvie. A year had already passed though and she would be able to see him again after the next, picking up exactly where they had left off. This was what kept her smiling through the days.

But things had changed quite a lot already. While Kaksi wasn’t part of Toman, she had heard that their numbers were increasing, which was steadily making them more famous, a fact that wasn’t exactly thrilling to her. After Shinichiro’s death, she could only hope that none of her friends would get in any more trouble. But it wasn’t like they ever listened to her.

So she kept quiet, trying to distance herself as much as possible from any type of business involving the gang while also keeping a good relationship with the founding members of Toman, more notably, Mikey. What had originally started as some way for Kaksi to repay herself for the imaginary implications that she had with Kazutora’s mistakes turned into friendly dates with Mikey.

Every week, on Saturday at exactly 12:30 p.m., the girl would have him pick her up with his CB250T near her place then drive them to his favorite restaurant. At first, it felt a little strange, knowing the history of his not-exactly brand new bike and also considering that Kaksi only ever rode on Kazutora’s bike. However, it turned out that sitting behind Mikey felt somewhat safer and actually quite enjoyable.

Kaksi had learned that Mikey was actually pretty talkative; while he never talked about his emotions, he did enjoy speaking to her about a range of things. He also started displaying his childish side to her more and more, which Draken quickly taught her how to handle. She found that she didn’t mind carrying little flags around in her bag for when Mikey’s meals needed them.

She also enjoyed seeing her gift around his wrist, which she noticed was missing something today.

“Mikey,” she said as he hungrily took a big bite from his sandwich.

The boy hummed and looked at her, his mouth full and with a little  bit of mayonnaise at the corner. Kaksi chuckled, before wiping it off and speaking.

“The Taiyaki charm on your bracelet,” she pointed out. “It’s gone.”

Mikey took a moment before answering, not wanting to spit out some of his meal on his companion.

“Yeah, I took it off.”

“Oh. Did you not like it?” she questioned.

“No, I kept it,” the boy explained. “I prefer wearing the bracelet all the time, like you do, but I didn’t want to lose the charm in a fight or something.”

Kaksi’s eyes widened slightly at his explanation and she could feel her face getting warmer all of a sudden.

“Looks like you really like it,” she teased him, nonetheless.

“Yeah, I do,” he replied, before taking another bite of his meal.

Kaksi didn’t usually have other boys flustering her, and she didn’t know how to feel about it.  

---

Kaksi found that it was easy to forget her own confusing feelings when she was faced with addressing her friend’s feelings instead. Kumi had come over for a sleepover, and one of the first things the young girl did once Kumi had settled down her bags and curled up into one of her bean bag chairs was ask her how her tutoring session went.

“Why do I feel like you had something to do with this?” Kumi accused once she’d finished recounting her surprisingly productive session. Baji seemed to actually want to learn, the threat of repeating a grade a second time a sufficient enough motivator.

Kaksi’s brown eyes almost sparkled with glee while Kumi wasn’t the least bit amused.

“Was it just math you went over? Did you study chemistry too?”

Kumi hurled a pillow at her across the room at full strength, which Kaksi dodged expertly before laughing.

“Come on, it’s funny!”

Kumi raised an eyebrow.

“I need you to try to set me up with normal boys,” Kumi said, tonally emphasizing the word ‘normal’ while she fiddled with a tangled mess of fabric in her hands. She was trying to follow Kaksi’s bracelet pattern in red and white and was getting more and more frustrated by the minute.

Kaksi gently took the growing disaster out of her hands and teased the messy flosses apart, smiling sadly to herself. The smile made Kumi uneasy as she anticipated what she was thinking about.

“It’s good if at least one of us ends up happy.”

Kumi sighed.

“He’s not dead, Kaksi. It’s just juvie. He’ll get out and you can be all lovey dovey again.”

Kaksi seemed to consider this, and nodded her head. Kumi noticed that her friend had almost immediately made order out of her mess and looked at her with both awe and a mild embarrassment.

“I was trying to fix that for the past 20 minutes, what the hell?!”

Kaksi grinned, this time sincerely, and handed the separated flosses back to Kumi to start over.

“I’m good at damage control, I guess.”

---

Damage control was a little bit of what Kumi was attempting, she liked to tell herself.

If Baji was with her, catching up to grade level in math, he couldn’t be out on the streets and cause trouble. It gave her a sense of civic duty that she was molding this menace into a productive member of society.

Munching as quietly as possible on a Pepero stick, she watched him curiously as he wrote numbers and symbols, working out the answer to a complex algebraic equation. She was less focused on the work he was showing on the page, instead observing the gentle furrow in his brows as he focused silently.

Now that he was concentrating, he was visibly less volatile. Kumi thought he even looked like he had brushed his hair a little bit today, but she wasn’t so sure. A dark lock fell forward into his field of view and before she could contemplate whether or not she wanted to tuck it behind his ear, he spoke suddenly.

“Bambi, what are you staring at?” He didn’t look up.

Kumi’s eyes widened as she repeated, “B-Bambi?”

He paused writing, then glanced up from his sheet finally, his eyes meeting hers.

“Your eyes are huge and you always seem to be staring. Like a lost deer.”

His voice was neutral enough that she wasn’t sure if he was actually making fun of her or not.

“W-why…?” She trailed off. Had he just forgotten her name and was coming up with a surrogate?

Baji blew air out of his nose and shook his head, murmuring a ‘never mind’ as he erased something off the page.

Baji and ‘Bambi’ continued to march through the problem set through the late afternoon and into the early evening.

---

Hearing Baji’s latest nickname for her friend, Kaksi couldn’t help smiling. While Kumi had argued with her that it was definitely not a term of endearment that the boy had started using for her, Kaksi decided to believe that it was. Therefore, teasing would be endless from now on.

She knew that provoking Baji was a bad idea, but she correctly believed that she was one of the few people that could get away with it mostly unscathed. Yet before she could say anything, walking next to the boy on the sidewalk on their way to their respective places, he spoke.

“Mikey and you are looking very friendly lately.”

Kaksi’s eyes widened slightly, not exactly sure what to answer. She immediately got defensive.

“So do you with Kumi!”

“Shut up! That’s not true,” he protested, eyebrows furrowed. “She’s just been helping me with school a lot.”

Baji didn’t really know why he immediately felt the need to justify himself.

“I know,” she replied, with a little smile. “She’s great, I told you.”

Baji looked away. “Whatever.”

Kaksi couldn’t help chuckling, not having seen his face but picturing him rolling his eyes still.  

“But for real, what’s up with Mikey and you, though?”

The girl took a moment before answering.

“Nothing. I just felt bad after… Shinichiro’s death, you know?” she explained. “Even though I know there was nothing I could do about it. So now I treat him to lunch every week.”

Kaksi was unsure about what exact good this little action did to Mikey. But as long as she could make him smile, this was satisfaction enough. Baji took in this new information quietly for a moment, then laughed.

“Damn and what do I have to do for you to give me some money?” Baji joked with a smile, noticing the slight change of tone in his friend’s voice.

The girl chuckled.

“Be nicer to Kumi,” she teased.

“I’ve been nice enough to Bambi.”

Kaksi laughed, he was definitely heading in the good direction she had to admit. She pressed a little.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if you had a girlfriend too when Kazutora’s out of juvie?”

Baji made a gagging noise before speaking again.

“And look as gross as you two? I’ll pass.”

“I’m pretty sure you meant cute,” she teased him with a smile, before letting out a little sigh. “I can’t wait to see him again.”

Baji instantly felt guilt wash over him at those words. If only he had been more insistent on that day and had convinced Kazutora to give up on that idea instead of following him. But he had already had that conversation with Mikey and Kaksi separately and everyone knew that there was nothing anyone could have done to prevent this incident. Still, it was difficult sometimes to accept this thought.

“We’ll see him soon,” Baji reassured with a little smile.

They didn’t say anything further for a little while, walking in silence.

“I never talk about Kazutora with Mikey,” Kaksi spoke again. “It feels like I shouldn’t.”

The boy understood that feeling all too well; besides, Kaksi shouldn’t be the one to address this situation despite her close ties to Kazutora and now to Mikey too. 

“I did,” he told her. “Not much, but someone has to defend Kazutora.”

Kaksi hated that Kazutora had to be defended. How could anyone do this for him? She felt bad thinking about this. Could anyone blame Mikey if he refused to forgive her boyfriend? Could anyone even expect forgiveness from Mikey? The girl understood Baji’s complicated position, he just wanted his friends to get along like they used to.

“What did you tell him?”

“The truth,” he explained. “That it was all an accident and that Kazutora only had good intentions for him, as stupid as it sounds now.”

The girl didn’t think anyone doubted Kazutora’s intentions. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure this was enough to fix what had been broken.

“I know he is upset, even though he won’t talk about it,” Baji continued. “But he knows Kazutora would never hurt his friends on purpose.”  

“Kazutora’s not a bad person,” she said, almost whispering, more to herself than anyone else.

“No, he’s not and I’m sure it will be better once he’s out of juvie.”

Kaksi smiled at her friend, she could only hope it would be.

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Fight w/ S/o | Tenya + Eijiro + Katsuki | Angst, Fluff | HC’s

Request: Omg hi! Can I request angsty break up hc for bnha like they get in a fight for tenya iida, kirishima, and bakugo but can they end in a sweet makeup :) sorry if u don’t wanna do this, I don’t mind.

Word Count: 2030 words

Page Count: 5.6 pages

A/N: here we go! i hope you like it :)

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        You didn’t even remember how it started, and as cliche as it sounds, it was true. You never related so much to such an overused statement. Anger from the fight filled your entire body, with a head as light as cotton- you almost felt dizzy, yet your body was buzzing with adrenaline. Filling your veins much like how it does when fighting and training. You needed to focus on what was important- becoming a hero. It was developing healthy habits so you don’t crash in your future, but here you were crying over a boy. But he was your boy, the one you care for- grew to love and still do. 

Tenya Iida

- You both were fighting about something stupid. You couldn’t even remember. 

- You started the night as you usually had done. Tenya sitting upright on the bed, with your legs on his, with you leaning against the wall. You were both studying, catching up on some notes and finishing homework before doing something else for your classes.

- Some cutesy shit ya'know?

- And you asked how his brother was doing, and he answered normally, but one thing lead to another.

- And here you both were, arguing with one another, not really yelling. Just speaking at a louder volume- kinda like Katsuki does.

- “Are you saying I don’t care about you or what you stand for, Tenya”

- “I’m saying you only care about me when were on the same footing.”

- “Same footing?!”

- This wasn’t good. Some of the guys had heard muffled yells and even got a bit worried too, like damn Iida is yelling? At his girl?

- It got so tense and the room just reeked of anger- something that never happened in Tenyas presence. NEVER.

- You stopped yelling, took a deep breath, and looked at Tenya, you knew the tears were in both your eyes.

- This fight was killing both of you.

- He looked so tired, his hair was messy from running his hands through it, the frown he carried held deep lines in his face- his flannel button up shirt you had gotten him was wrinkled from his own hands gripping at it during your argument.

- You probably didn’t look any better.

- “I’m gonna go to my room now…” You started, grabbing your bag as you did. When you turned to the door, you couldn’t look back at him, but you did turn your head.

- “We should probably take a break from each other for a bit.”

- Now, why you gotta shatter his heart like that, [ Y/n ]?

- You both kinda just laid in bed that night, either crying or kinda dead-eyed and staring at the ceiling or your phones. Who knew the contact you pressed on so quickly before felt like the whole world was holding your hand back.

- The weekend rolls by and your trying to save face. You decided to spend the weekend with some friends from middle school, catching up and what not.

- “How’s your boyfriend, [ Y/n ]?" 

- "Honestly? We’re kinda… fighting?”

- BOI WERE THEY RILED

- You ended up explaining what had happened and it made you rethink about what was said.

- “Girl, you fucked up.”

- “Oh my god, I fucked up.”

- You kinda just looked at your lunch for a second before you saw your phone, and a text was waiting just for you.

 Tenya

        Are you okay? I love you.

- Your heart BROKE and MENDED at the same time before DROPPING.

- “I gotta fix this.”

- “I got the bill, go! Take care of that boy before I beat you!”

- You made it back to the dorms LATE.

- You didn’t even realize how long you were out and how far into the city you had been.

- It was 20:13, about an hour before curfew started.

- You settled your stuff into your room and sat on your bed.

- What were you gonna say to him? What would he say? How is he feeling? You feel like a dickhead. This wasn’t about you though, this was about him, god you just wanted him to be happy again.

- Your head was in your hands when the knocking was at your door, you didn’t even realize the door was opening till you heard it close.

- “Hey.”

- “Hello.”

- God his voice, it sounded tired and done with everything. 

- “We need to talk.”

- Go and give the boy a heart attack [ Y/n ]. 

- “Wha- What do you mean? It was just a stupid fight?!”

- You heard his voice change into something more anxious and you tried to settle him down, and you spoke about how you essentially fucked up. 

- He tried taking the blame but no, you knew you had to apologize and that what you did wasn’t right- you had to make it right.

- You both had tears in your eyes as you made up, and it was a long process before you really let yourself off the hook, and Tenya just wanted you to be happy again to.

- You ended up laying down in bed with him, his head on your chest as you ran your hands through his hair, catching up on what has been going on- everything settling into its routine, as it should be.

- When you ended up falling asleep first Tenya looked to you before smiling softly, a quick peck to your lips before covering you both with a blanket and you snuggled into his arms.

Eijiro Kirishima

- “Do we really need to do this now?”

- “Yes! Because you have a habit of evading serious conversations, [ Y/n ]!”

- “Excuse me?”

- You both ended up going off on one another, arguing back and forth in the empty training room, hands waving in the air desperately trying to get both your points across.

- “You need to stop this! Throwing yourself into danger like that won’t help anyone! You’ll end up getting hurt- or worse, killed! Do you think I would want that! That any of us would?”

- “You think I do what I do recklessly? You think I don’t have a back up plan in case something were to happen? Do you think THAT lowly of me?”

- “[ Y/n ], you know that’s not what I mean! You-”

- “No! You’ve made this very fucking clear!”

- You tried walking away, but he came after you, grabbing at your arm.

- “Eijiro! It’s done!” You yelled, irritation getting the best of you, flinging your arm away from him.

- You managed to shock him, your voice sounded so… hateful, did he really get you that mad?

- He didn’t mean to do it. Really! He was just worried about you, he didn’t want you getting hurt.

- But you got so mad, maybe he was in the wrong?

- He kinda just stood there like a confused puppy watching your figure disappear from his sight.

- ‘It’s done!’ Did that mean…?

- On your end you started to calm down, you don’t know why you blew your fuse like that, and it wasn’t a good thing to do.

- But you knew you needed to calm down before your temper got the best of you, and that you didn’t want to hurt Eijiro in anyway.

- You needed a shower, some pajamas, dinner, and then you can go back to him. Some time apart before talking about this again is the right way to do things.

- You made it to your room and grabbed some pajamas, going to take a rather… long shower before changing, putting your costume to get cleaned as you grabbed dinner and ate quickly, staying alone for the night.

- It was a while before you decided to talk to Eijiro again, now it seemed like you both were ready, right?

- Well, when you made your way to his room and knocked, there was no answer. So you waited and knocked again.

- You started to get a bit worried.

- Did… did you fuck up that bad?

- Is he okay? You didn’t mean it.

- You wanted to make this better.

- He… he deserves better.

- Your heart was racing and you wanted to make up with him, that this wasn’t his fault.

- Your head hit the door and you stood there with your eyes closed, thinking of the most worst case scenarios, not hearing the footsteps come up to you.

- “[ Y/n ]? Are… you alright?”

- Your head shot up.

- “Eiji…” You teared up, and went over to hug him, muttering apologies and while shaking a bit.

- “Hey, Hey- it’s alright. You’re making me think I did-”

- “No. No. You didn’t.” You pulled away.

- “I’m sorry. Really. I shouldn’t have blown up at you like that.”

- “I shouldn’t have said you were throwing yourself into things, or being reckless. I’m an idiot.”

- “Nah. I am.”

- “Are we really gonna do this?” He chuckled, watching you pull away as he opened the door.

- “Mm. maybe. Come on sharkie, let’s so cuddle.”

Katsuki Bakugo

- Oh god.

- He was in one of his moods again.

- Though Katsuki had a temper, he always valued communication, especially when your relationship became much more serious.

- And your relationship was strong because you always spoke and communicated well, making you love him more and more each day, which you didn’t think was even possible.

- So this situation you got into was seriously dumb, according to your standards, because it could’ve been avoided.

-You essentially were convicted of the big dumb. Too much Mina and Denki time you guess.

- Though you knew it was a miscommunication, Katsuki didn’t- so his anger was justified, but when hes yelling his head off and you can’t get a word in, it does get tiring. 

- “Are you fucking kidding me? Like you could have just asked! Really!”

- You were kind of waiting this out, for his anger to simmer out before you spoke, it always worked before.

- You sat on his bed, arms crossed, as you watched him pace around the room.

- You loved him, you really did, but you also knew how he is- so the bored look on your face really got to him.

- “Are- Baby are you even fucking listening?!”

- Your bored look honestly hurt him, did you not care about what was bothering him? Yeah, he was yelling like an ass, but he was upset.

- You got in trouble with Mina and Denki, and though it was dumb, he didn’t want you in bad standing with any teachers.

- And that look on your face like you didn’t care.

- Fuck.

- “Katsuki, I am listening. Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

- “Because that look on your face says it.”

- You were shocked, you didn’t mean it in any way like that, and your surprised look only seemed to make him even more upset.

- Then it blew up, with him looking more and more heartbroken, his anger dissipating into sadness quickly.

- “Katsuki, please, it isn’t like that.”

- You’re ready to cry at this point, you’re making him feel this way? You’re responsible for this?

- He notices you’re both getting to riled up and he sits on the bed, not talking and lets you both take a breather, not really saying anything.

- “Are you okay?" 

- "Yeah, you?”

- “I think so?” You muttered.

- He shifted next to you and brought his arm around you, and let you lay your head on him, his hand rubbing up and down your arm.

- “I’m sorry.”

- “It’s okay. I’m sorry too, I should have just asked you before acting like an idiot,”

- “I didn’t mean it, and it’s okay, we all become dumbasses once in a while.”

- “I know.”

- “I really am an ass.”

- “We know.” You smirked as you felt him stiffen.

- “Hey! I’m trying to-” He stops himself before sighing, a small smile on his face, bringing a hand to your cheek and pinching it. He brought his face into your neck and nuzzled harshly, tickling you and making you laugh, giggles escaping your throat.

- “Stop! Haha- Katsuki!”

- “What? I just wanna make it up to you!” He smiled maliciously, his hands coming to your sides.

- “Don’t you dare!”

- “Too bad!”