#stand back im going to commit arson

[kittydragondraws]

he's totally an innocent little boy who's done nothing wrong <3

[inseobts]

hiiii!! i LOVE ur fics so mucchh and lowkey felt shy to dump my very vivid and detailed request lmao 🤣 i just thought of a random blurb bc i’m in my feels from reading angst and hurt/comfort, but can you do a fic of angst (ending happy/fluff) with ace x y/n? y/n and him are together on whitebeard’s crew and they got into an argument and stuff when they landed on an island to get supplies and chaos erupts when the marines arrive. their argument hasn’t been resolved but everyone is obviously occupied in getting back to the ship and fighting to escape. ANYWAYS y/n was actually their target and captured her bc she is actually a powerful fighter with a fruit that could be useful to them (idk u pick lol something that’s important as robin-level where it’s vital they retrieve her like idk her fruit can read any script i.e. poneglyphs yadda yadda). and then when the crew depart and do a headcount they realize one member is missing (womp womp) and ace gonna go FERAL to get her back and digging that knife of regret of saying hurtful things during their unresolved argument and cutscene to y/n getting beat tf up like how robin was beat up in water 7 from that mf spandam when imprisoned. OUHHH AND IMAGINE ACE’S REACTION WHEN HE SEES THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE ALMOST DEAD TO A PULP AND COMMITS ARSON and ends happily with y/n back and recovering and them finally resolving their arguement (cue: fluff). tl:dr basically an ace x y/n centered fic in a water 7-type scenario. IM A VERY ACTIVE MALADAPTIVE DAYDREAMER AND I NEED TO BE FED (tysm if u take on this request lmao ik it’s so detailed i hope it’s not too much i’m just itching for more one piece fics and i love ur work) 😭🫶🏼

Embers of Regret

portgas d. ace x reader

a/n: the more detailed a request is, the easier it is to write the fanfic, so don't worry—I actually appreciate it a lot! \^o^/

words count: 4.7k

tags: violence, romance, angst to fluff

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

“You never think, Ace!”

“And you never let things go!”

The argument has been boiling for days, maybe even weeks, but now it’s all spilling over in the middle of the town square, where the crew is supposed to be stocking up on supplies. The streets are noisy with merchants and villagers, but to you and Ace, it may as well be just the two of you standing here, tearing each other apart.

“You act like nothing matters!” you snap, glaring at him.

Ace crosses his arms, irritation flashing in his dark eyes “And you act like everything does!”

“Because it does!” You throw your hands up “This crew, the people we care about, you—none of it is guaranteed, Ace! But you just charge ahead without thinking, like you’re invincible, like nothing can touch you!”

“I can handle myself” he says, jaw tightening.

You shake your head, frustration clawing at your throat “That’s the problem! You think it’s just about you, but it’s not! We... I care about what happens to you!”

Ace scoffs “Right. Because you love worrying so damn much. Maybe you should focus on your own fights instead of wasting time on mine.”

The words cut deep as your breath catches.

You shake your head, frustration boiling over “You act like nothing can touch you... but newsflash, Ace, you’re not invincible! One day, you’re gonna get yourself killed, and—”

He scoffs, cutting you off “And what? You’ll cry about it?”

You freeze.

The air shifts.

Ace seems to realize what he just said, but his pride keeps him from taking it back. The damage is done.

You inhale sharply, forcing yourself to push down the sting “Got it,” you say flatly “You don’t need me watching your back or even care about your damn life. Noted.”

Before he can respond, you turn and walk away.

Ace watches you go, his fists clenched. He should call after you. Should apologize. But he doesn’t.

Then the Marines come fast and hard, hitting the town before anyone even realizes what’s happening.

Civilians scatter as armed soldiers flood the streets, and the Whitebeard Pirates instantly snap into battle mode. Marco takes to the skies, Thatch barks orders, and Ace ignites.

He fights like he always does, fast and reckless, flames cutting through the chaos. But his mind keeps drifting, eyes flicking toward the battlefield, searching for you.

He sees you in the distance, fighting off a wave of Marines. You’re holding your own. Of course you are.

And then someone shouts “Retreat to the ship!”

The command echoes through the town, and the crew begins pulling back toward the harbor. Ace doesn’t see you right away, but he assumes you’re moving with the others. You’re strong. You can handle yourself.

He fights. He runs. He gets to the ship.

And he doesn’t notice. Not yet.

The Moby Dick sails away from the island, the battle fading into the distance. Everyone is breathing hard, wounded but alive. The crew takes a moment to regroup, catching their breath, tending to injuries.

Then Marco speaks.

“Alright,” he says, rolling his shoulders “Let’s do a count.”

Ace leans against the railing, arms crossed. His chest is still tight with lingering anger, but he tells himself he’ll talk to you once you’ve both cooled off.

“One, two, three… is anyone missing?” Marco is counting the division commanders first, then working his way through the rest.

The atmosphere is still tense, but there’s relief too. They made it out. Everyone’s here.

Until Marco stops and looks at Ace with a frown.

Ace barely registers it at first, lost in his own thoughts.

Then Marco lifts his head “Where’s Y/N?”

Silence.

The world seems to stop.

Ace’s heart slams against his ribs. His stomach drops.

“I don't know... We had a fight, she's probably just avoiding me?” he says, too sharply.

Marco scans the deck again, his expression darkening “So... she’s not here.”

Ace laughs shortly, disbelieving “What are you talking about? She was fighting, I saw her—”

“And did you see her get on the ship?” Marco’s voice is serious now.

Ace opens his mouth, then stops.

A cold, terrible realization creeps up his spine.

No.

No, he didn’t see you board.

He assumed. He thought you were strong enough to make it back. That once you were safe on the ship you were just avoiding him. That you needed space.

But now...

His hands start shaking.

“Turn the ship around” Ace demands, voice low, dangerous.

Marco’s expression is grim “Ace...”

“TURN THE SHIP AROUND!”

Flames burst from his body, flickering wildly with his panic, his fury at the Marines, at himself.

He left you behind.

He left you.

And if the Marines wanted you enough to set a trap for the whole crew... Ace’s breath catches. His vision blurs with pure, unfiltered rage.

He doesn’t care if he has to burn the entire damn ocean.

He’s getting you back.

Pain.

That’s the first thing you register when you regain consciousness. A deep, searing pain spreading through your body, sharp and unrelenting.

You try to move, but your wrists are bound, shackled in heavy seastone cuffs that sap your strength. Every inch of you aches, bruises blooming across your skin, blood drying where fists and rifle butts had struck you.

The Marines didn’t go easy on you.

“You’re awake.”

A voice.

You lift your head, forcing your swollen eyes open. A high-ranking Marine stands in front of you, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

“You’re quite the prize,” he muses “A rare Devil Fruit ability, strong enough to stand alongside Whitebeard’s division commanders… No wonder they keep you so close.”

You glare, lips cracked, but you manage to spit out, “Go to hell.”

The Marine smirks “I think you misunderstand your situation.” He steps closer, his shadow stretching over you “The World Government has big plans for you, Y/N. You have two choices: cooperate… or break.”

You bare your teeth, eyes burning with defiance “Screw your choices.”

The Marine sighs like he expected that answer. Then his fist collides with your ribs, hard enough to make you choke on the pain.

You don’t scream. You won’t give them the satisfaction. But deep down, there’s a gnawing fear.

Where is Ace?

Does he even know you’re gone?

Or did he leave you behind without a second thought?

Aboard the Moby Dick, Ace has never felt this kind of terror before. Not when he faced death, not when he fought impossible odds.

But now that he knows you are out there, captured, hurt, alone… It’s unbearable.

The moment Marco looks everywhere on the ship and then confirms you’re missing, Ace doesn’t hesitate. His flames surge, wild and desperate, as he grips the ship’s railing “We turn back now.”

“Ace!”

“NOW!” His voice cracks, his body trembling.

Marco exhales, sharp and frustrated “You think we don’t want to?! The Marines planned this... if we storm in recklessly, we could lose more than just Y/N.”

Ace knows that. He knows.

But all he can think about is the last thing he said to you. The way your face had twisted in pain before you walked away.

The regret is suffocating.

“Then tell me where they took her,” he growls “I’ll go alone if I have to.”

A heavy pause.

Then a voice cuts through the tension “We’re not leaving her.”

Ace turns. Whitebeard stands at the helm, his expression unreadable “She’s family,” he says simply “And we don’t abandon family.”

Ace’s breath shudders.

They’re going back.

He’s getting you back and nothing in the world will stop him.

Your head throbs. Your body is battered. The seastone cuffs burn against your skin, draining your strength, making every breath feel heavier.

Time is a blur, hours, maybe days, lost between moments of pain and exhaustion. But you refuse to break. Even when they strike you. Even when they try to force your cooperation. Because if there’s one thing they’ll never take from you it’s your will.

Footsteps echo down the corridor. A different Marine this time, younger, hesitant. He kneels in front of you, his voice low “I don’t know if you can still hear me,” he mutters “But Portgas D. Ace?”

Your heart stops.

He leans in, glancing around as if afraid of being overheard “He’s coming for you.”

A weak, broken breath escapes you.

Ace.

The Marine shifts uncomfortably and mutters “Looks like he's ready to burn the world down.”

You close your eyes.

And for the first time since you were captured, hope flickers in your chest.

Ace is coming, and he’s bringing hell with him.

Later on the Marine base is eerily quiet, the dim torchlight casting long shadows against the damp stone walls. Somewhere outside, the sound of crashing waves echoes, but inside your cell, there is only the distant clatter of boots and the dull throbbing of your wounds.

You’re too exhausted to keep your head up, but you force yourself to stay conscious. Every second you stay awake is a second they don’t win.

Then the door creaks open again.

“Still alive?”

You barely react, but the voice isn’t one you recognize.

Another Marine, older this time. Not the usual guards. His uniform is crisp, and his presence carries an air of authority. He steps closer, hands behind his back, looking down at you like you’re some rare specimen.

“You’re lucky, you know,” he says casually “Most pirates we capture don’t get this much attention.”

You don’t answer. You don’t have the strength to waste on his games.

“You’re valuable,” he continues “And I’m not just talking about your affiliation with Whitebeard.” His sharp eyes scan your injuries, as if calculating how much more you can endure “Your Devil Fruit, that’s what the higher-ups are interested in.”

You don’t flinch, but inside, your stomach knots.

Of course. Your ability to manipulate minds with a single command. A fruit so rare, so dangerous, that in the wrong hands, it could change the tides of war. Or worse.

“Imagine what we could do,” the Marine muses “With just one word, you could make entire enemy fleets surrender. You could make criminals confess. You could turn Yonko commanders against their own crews.” He kneels in front of you, voice dropping lower “Or you could make Whitebeard himself bow.”

Your jaw tightens.

They don’t just want to use you.

They want to turn you into a weapon.

For a moment, you don’t say anything. Then, through cracked lips, you force out a bitter laugh.

“You think I’d help you?”

The Marine tilts his head “You will. Eventually.”

Your glare is unwavering “Never.”

“You’ll come around.” he smiles “Or I could just kill you and find the Devil Fruit later on so that I can eat it myself. One way or another. The question is how much pain you’ll endure before you give up or die. Either way we win.”

Then he turns to leave.

“Get some rest,” he says “Tomorrow, we start breaking you properly.”

The door slams shut.

You squeeze your eyes shut, swallowing down the fear creeping in your chest.

They won’t break you. They can’t.

Because Ace is coming, and when he does, this whole damn place is going to burn.

Aboard the Moby Dick, Ace is losing his patience.

It’s been a day since they turned the ship around. A day too long.

He paces the deck like a caged animal, flames flickering around his fingers, jaw clenched so tight it hurts. The crew keeps a careful distance, no one is dumb enough to try and calm him down.

No one can.

He keeps replaying it in his head. The argument. The way you walked away. How he let you.

And now you’re gone.

“Oi, Ace.”

Marco’s voice cuts through his storming thoughts.

Ace turns, his glare sharp, but Marco doesn’t flinch.

“We found the base.”

Everything inside Ace goes still.

“Where?”

Marco tosses him a map, already marked “Marine stronghold, isolated island. Not heavily fortified, but enough of a problem if we’re reckless.” He gives Ace a pointed look “We need to be smart about this.”

Ace grips the map so tightly it crumples “They have her.”

“I know,” Marco says evenly “And we will get her back. But you losing your head won’t help.”

Ace’s fists tremble. He knows Marco’s right, but all he can think about is you, locked in some cell, hurt, alone, and how he left you.

“How soon can we be there?” he demands.

“By sunrise,” Marco says “We’ve got a plan. But Ace...”

Ace looks up, and Marco’s expression is grim.

“You better be ready for what we might find.”

Ace doesn’t hesitate “I don’t care if she’s at death’s door. I’ll bring her home.”

His flames surge brighter, hotter.

He will get you back, and if the Marines think they can keep you than they’ve never seen what happens when fire goes unchecked.

The moment the Moby Dick reaches the Marine base, chaos erupts. The crew descends like a storm. Thatch, Marco, and the others carving a path through the soldiers, clearing the way for Ace.

But Ace barely registers any of it. All he knows is that you’re in there, and he needs to find you.

“Ace!” Marco calls, dodging a Marine’s sword “Stick to the plan!”

But Ace is already breaking away.

He storms through the base, his fists burning, taking out anyone who gets in his way. The halls are a maze, twisting corridors that all look the same, and with every empty cell he passes, his panic tightens like a noose.

Where are you?

His breathing is ragged, flames licking at his skin as his frustration builds. She should be here. You should be here.

He shoves a Marine against the wall, his grip searing into the man’s uniform “Where is she?” Ace growls, his voice sharp with fury.

The soldier screams, thrashing “I—I don’t know!”

Ace snarls and knocks him out cold.

Then he runs.

And runs.

And runs.

But every hallway looks the same. Every door leads to nothing. He’s not finding you.

A new kind of fear claws into his chest, but he knows he can’t think like that. He won’t.

“Ace!”

Marco’s voice.

Then hands gripping his shoulder, yanking him back.

Ace whirls around, flames flaring “What?!”

Marco doesn’t let go. His expression is firm, unwavering “You’re wasting time.”

Ace shoves his arm away “I’m finding her!”

“No, you’re panicking!”

Ace’s breath is uneven, his vision blurred with frustration “She’s not here, Marco!” His voice cracks, desperation leaking through “I don’t—I don’t know where she is!”

Marco’s gaze softens just slightly “Then we regroup.”

Ace shakes his head violently “No.” Every second he isn’t moving is a second you’re suffering, a second too long “You don’t get it—”

Marco grips his collar, dragging him close “I do get it” he says, low and fierce “But if you let yourself fall apart now, we lose her for real.”

Ace stops breathing for a second.

Lose you.

The thought is unbearable.

Marco keeps his hold steady “We will find her. But not like this.”

Ace swallows hard. His body is still shaking, fire curling around his fists but he forces himself to listen. To stop running in circles. To think.

He exhales sharply “Then tell me what to do.”

Marco nods “We need intel. And I know where to get it.”

Pain is a familiar companion now.

You don’t know how long it’s been. Hours? Days?

It doesn’t matter. You’re still here. Still breathing.

Your body is too weak to fight. Your mind too drained to resist. But you keep holding on because you know he’s coming.

Even when the Marines laugh about how the Whitebeard Pirates will never breach the base. Even when they say you’ll be locked away forever.

You know better.

Then a distant explosion. Shouting. Gunfire. And fire.

Your heart lurches.

He’s here, but the door doesn’t open, and the sounds of battle grow further away.

Your stomach twists.

Did something happen?

No. No, you won’t think like that.

You force yourself to move, just slightly, leaning against the cold stone wall. You don’t have much left in you. But if there’s even a small chance, you have to believe Ace will find you. He has to. Because you don’t know how much longer you can last.

“Alright, talk.”

Ace slams the Marine officer against the table, his fire dangerously close to igniting the man’s uniform. Marco stands behind him, arms crossed, while the rest of the Whitebeard Pirates keep the room secure.

The officer trembles, sweat dripping down his forehead “I—I don’t—”

Ace tightens his grip “Wrong answer.”

The flames grow hotter. The Marine yelps, eyes wide with terror “Okay! Okay!”

“Where is she?” Marco demands.

The officer swallows hard “She—she’s in the lower dungeons. Isolated. Special containment.”

Ace’s flames flare. Of course... Seastone.

That’s why he couldn’t find you. Why his Haki wasn’t sensing you.

Ace lets go, and the officer slumps against the chair, gasping for breath.

Then Ace turns and runs.

Your vision is swimming now.

You don’t know how much longer you can hold on.

Then an explosion. Not distant, but actually really close.

And then your cell door is ripped open.

A burst of fire floods the room, bright and blinding. And through the smoke you finally see Ace.

You think you might be dreaming.

Because his face, his expression... he looks destroyed. Like something in him has been broken ever since you disappeared.

Then he’s kneeling in front of you, hands hovering over your battered body like he doesn’t know where to start.

“Y/N.” His voice is raw, barely more than a whisper.

You try to smile “Took you long enough.”

Ace lets out a shaky breath, a laugh, but not really. More like he’s trying to keep himself together.

“Shut up,” he mutters “You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

But he doesn’t sound convinced.

His fingers tremble as he undoes the seastone cuffs, his flames immediately warming your ice-cold skin. His touch is so careful, so gentle, like he’s afraid you’ll break apart in his hands.

You lean into him, too weak to do anything else.

His arms wrap around you instantly, pulling you close.

You feel him shaking.

“I thought I lost you” he chokes out.

You close your eyes.

“I knew you’d come.”

Ace swallows hard, burying his face in your hair.

Then, quietly “I’m so sorry.”

But there’s no time to say more, because the base is still burning and the fight isn’t over yet.

Ace holds you tighter, his fingers pressing against your bruised skin like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his grasp again. But you barely register it.

The exhaustion, the pain, the relief, it’s all too much.

The world tilts and then everything goes dark.

When you wake, everything seems slow and heavy, like surfacing from the depths of the ocean, your body weighed down by the bruises, the fatigue, the lingering ache of the seastone cuffs.

You shift slightly, wincing at the pain, and that’s when you realize there’s warmth. Ace.

He’s slumped over at your bedside, arms folded against the mattress, his head resting there like he’d been watching you and passed out. His face is hidden by his wild mess of black hair, but his breathing is deep and steady.

He looks exhausted.

You blink slowly, taking in the dim light of the infirmary, the distant sound of the waves outside. It’s quiet. Safe.

You made it back, and Ace never left your side.

You manage to lift a hand, your fingers brushing against his hair.

He tenses as his eyes snap open, unfocused for a second before locking onto you.

“Y/N.”

Your throat is dry, your voice barely a whisper “Hey.”

For a second, he just stares, like he’s trying to convince himself you’re real.

Then his jaw clenches, and he sits up, running a hand down his face. “Shit.” His voice is raw, hoarse, like he hasn’t spoken in hours “You—you scared the hell out of me.”

You offer a weak smile “Pretty sure you did more damage than I did.”

Ace exhales sharply, his fingers twitching against the sheets “Don’t joke about that.”

His voice is too tight. Too strained.

And when you really look at him he looks like hell.

There are dark circles under his eyes, his skin paler than usual. His hair is messier than normal, his hat discarded on the floor. His usual reckless energy is gone, replaced by something quieter.

Something heavy.

“You didn’t sleep, did you?” you murmur.

Ace scoffs, but it’s humorless “How was I supposed to sleep?” His hands curl into fists “They had you. They hurt you. And I…”

He cuts himself off, looking away, jaw clenched so tight it might shatter.

Guilt.

That’s what it is.

The weight of everything he said before. The things he didn’t say.

You swallow, shifting slightly, ignoring the way your ribs protest “Ace.”

He doesn’t look at you.

You push yourself up on weak arms, reaching for him “Ace.”

His gaze flickers to you.

“I should’ve been there.” His voice cracks “I should’ve gone after you the second you walked away. I should’ve—” He shakes his head violently “I let you go. And because of that, they took you.”

You take a slow breath “Ace...”

“You could’ve died, Y/N” His hands tremble where they grip the sheets “Because of me.”

You watch him carefully.

This isn’t just guilt.

It’s fear.

You reach for him again, your fingers curling around his wrist “But I didn’t.”

His eyes snap to yours.

“And you found me.”

Ace swallows hard “Barely.”

“But you did.” You squeeze his wrist, grounding him “Ace, I knew you’d come for me. No matter what.”

His breath is uneven, his entire body tense “What if I had been too late?”

“You weren’t.”

He shakes his head, but this time, his shoulders tremble “I can’t—” His voice lowers, raw and broken “I can’t lose you.”

Suddenly, all the anger, all the bitterness from your fight before, it feels so small. Because none of that matters now. Not when you almost lost each other.

You tug gently at his wrist, and after a second, he moves. Slowly, hesitantly, he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.

His skin is warm. His breathing is shaky.

But he’s here and so are you.

Your fingers lift, brushing against his cheek “You won’t lose me.”

Ace lets out a shuddering breath, his hand coming up to cover yours, pressing your palm against his face like he never wants to let go.

You stay like that for a long moment, the storm inside him settling just slightly.

Then he whispers “I’m sorry... For everything.”

You smile softly, thumb brushing over his cheekbone “I know.”

He exhales, pressing his face further into your touch “I love you, Y/N.”

Your heart clenches.

Because despite everything, despite the pain, the fear, the regret, you never once doubted that.

You smile, fingers tangling in his hair.

“I love you too, hothead.”

Ace lets out a breathless laugh, wet and shaky, but real.

And when he finally kisses you it tastes like fire, and ash, and home.

He holds onto you like you’ll disappear if he lets go. His forehead is still pressed against yours, his breath uneven. You can feel the heat of his skin, the way his fingers tremble slightly against yours.

Everything feels so fragile. Like the moment could slip away if either of you move too fast. But you don’t want to move. Not yet.

Not when you can feel the way his heartbeat stutters under your touch.

Not when he’s finally here, safe, with you.

And then, quietly “You really scared me, y’know.”

You let out a breath “You scared me,” you murmur “Burning down a whole Marine base like a lunatic.”

Ace scoffs, but his grip on you tightens “Would’ve burned the whole damn world if I had to.”

You believe him. You always believed in him. Even when you were angry. Even when you walked away.

That fight. The reason you stormed off in the first place. It feels so distant now. But still, it lingers.

You take a slow breath “Ace…”

He pulls back slightly, eyes searching yours “Yeah?”

You hesitate “Before all this… before we landed on that island…”

Ace tenses. He knows what you’re talking about.

Your fight.

The argument that hadn’t been resolved before everything spiraled into chaos.

Ace shifts, running a hand through his messy hair “You were mad at me.”

You raise an eyebrow “Oh, you think?”

Ace sighs “I know.”

You look away, your fingers gripping the blanket draped over you. The memory of the fight comes rushing back. You had been reckless during a raid. You thought you had it handled. But Ace had jumped in, flames blazing, telling you to stop being so damn stubborn and let someone help you for once.

And you had snapped because it wasn’t just about the raid. It was about everything.

The way Ace always threw himself in danger, like he had to do it alone. The way he always acted like his life didn’t matter as much as everyone else’s.

And when you told him that, when you yelled at him for it, he threw it back in your face.

And now, after almost dying, after being taken, after him almost losing you, the weight of it crashes down on both of you.

Ace lets out a heavy sigh, leaning back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Guess I really was an idiot, huh?”

You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow “Oh? Now you realize?”

Ace groans, dragging his hand down his face “You’re really gonna rub it in while you’re still half-dead?”

You smirk “Absolutely.”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head, but then his expression softens. His golden eyes flicker with something raw, something real.

“You were right” he says quietly.

That makes you pause.

Ace doesn’t say things like that often.

“You were right,” he repeats, voice hoarse “I do act like that sometimes. Like it doesn’t matter what happens to me. Like…” He swallows hard, gaze dropping “Like I don’t deserve to be saved.”

Your chest tightens.

“But then you got taken,” he continues, voice barely above a whisper “And I—” He clenches his fists “I would’ve burned the whole world down to get you back. No hesitation. No second thoughts.”

He looks up at you then, something pleading in his expression.

“And that’s how you felt, isn’t it?”

You don’t answer right away, because you don’t need to. Ace already knows.

You sigh, leaning back against the pillows “You do deserve to be saved, Ace.”

Ace exhales, rubbing the back of his neck “Yeah, well. Guess I finally get it now.”

You shake your head with a small smile “Took you long enough, hothead.”

He lets out a weak laugh, then leans forward again, pressing his forehead against yours.

It’s warm. Comforting. Safe.

You close your eyes, exhaling softly “Next time we fight, can we just skip to this part?”

Ace huffs out a laugh “What, the part where I almost lose my mind looking for you?”

You nudge him weakly “No. The part where you admit I was right.”

Ace groans dramatically “Ugh, never mind. You’re insufferable.”

You smile, your fingers brushing against his. But then you feel something wet against your skin.

You pull back slightly, confused “Ace…”

He blinks, startled “What?”

You reach up, brushing a thumb under his eye.

“You’re crying.”

Ace freezes. For a second, he looks caught off guard, like he hadn’t even noticed.

Then, before you can say anything else, he lets out a choked laugh, rubbing his face with the sleeve of his shirt.

He sniffles slightly, then smirks at you through his tears.

“Look who’s the one crying at the end.”

You stare at him. Then you laugh with him. A real, genuine laugh.

Ace grins, his hand finding yours again, fingers lacing together. His grip is warm, steady, alive.

And when he squeezes your hand gently, you know neither of you will ever walk away again.

[r3ynah]

I just like the idea of Red hood having a medic, that always finds him whenever and wherever.

Like my boy danny, can and will go to different measures, so he can just find the boss of the crime alley alive and well.

Getting hurt? No you aren't, patched him up and forcefully tucked him into bed with a kiss, Getting depressed? No you aren't, Wrapped him in a blanket and just let him read his novels all day and feeding him, Getting kidnap? No you aren't, Cue the corrupted video of Danny breaking in the kidnapper's lair and just freeing Red hood, No blood was shed that night, well not from Red hood that is.

Danny was something else Red hood will tell you if you ever bring up his Medic into a conversation, he would stare at the man with heart eyes as he accompanied him to do random check ups on people under Red hood's care in his civilian persona. Danny may seem weak and brittle but he can give a punch if he really wanted to, He was mysterious but at the same time so open.

Danny was prideful as he wore the medal of being the only one that knows Red hood's real apartment, and the only one that could break in and enter without getting his presence known, just to make sure the crime lord was sleeping and eating properly.

Red hood practically made a joke out of this and would always tell everyone that his medic will be mad, if he isn't in bed by curfew, and he needed to be back at his house by 10:00 sharp or he'll get dragged and thrown, who knew the all so scary crime lord had a bedtime, criminals and civilians often leave him be when the clock strikes 9:50 pm afraid of enraging the meta medic.

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"I am telling you B, I can't do that right now, its almost my curfew." Red hood sighed in frustration, he was currently standing in the middle of the bat cave, ready to run if batman tried to talk again.

"This is an important, case Hood, and it requires your participation" Batman stood still, face devoid of any emotions " Afterall it has something to do, with crime alley, there has been a meta spotted, and its creating havoc all around the place."

Jason, blinked, blinked twice, then thrice

"Is that it?"

"Jason, can't you see that this person's dangerous, they had already committed several crimes of arson, assault, and destruction of property, this person is abusing it's powers."

"No im not." An offended voice, called out from the side. all head turned towards the source of the voice, only to be greeted by 6'1 tall boy, who had black hair and blue eyes, and looked just round in his younger adult years. "In my defense they deserved it, won't give me a discount when i literally had a coupon." he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Who are you?" Batman asked, his guard up "And how did you get in here?"

"Red hood's medic and the meta you've labeling as dangerous, nice to meet you, and it wasn't that hard to spot this lair if you have x-ray vision" Danny greeted happily offering a handshake, which the dark knight didn't take, Danny retreated his hand in awkward silence.

"That was so sad" Jason cackled, as he pointed at Danny who gave him the middle finger.

"Shut, Its 10:30 pm, your bedtime was like 15 minutes ago, you don't get to talk until you're taller than me." Danny pointed at him.

"Fucking funny, im laughing" Sarcasm was laced in Jason's tone as he glared at Danny, before giving a sigh. "10:30 already shit, time does fly fast, when you're fighting a man in a furry costume" Red hood stated, as he walked towards Danny who only rolled his eyes.

"Bye B, i hope to not see you anytime this week or the next week." He nonchalantly waved bye to the older male, while walking towards his medic.

he turned his head to meet Danny's gaze, then smacked his arm making the man stumble. "Come on, now boss man do your thing"

Danny gave him, a glare before shoving him playfully, he then turned to look at empty air and practically ripped out a dimensional portal out of it, and pushed Jason in it who tripped.

"Bye Mr.Batman, it was nice meeting you" Danny bid farewell as he closed the portal on the Man who looked like he can use a break.

[xanneeeyyyy]

Mission: Failed

A/N: Be sure to check out the masterlist for the rest of the series! Tho, this can be read as a standalone—it’s up to you. Enjoy!

What are the chances that Katsuki Bakugou’s girlfriend will get lost at the school festival? Katsuki: Like hell I even need to answer that

The energy from Class 1-A’s concert was still buzzing in the air as the festival roared to life. Bright lanterns hung overhead, casting a warm glow on the bustling stalls lining the paths. Students and visitors alike flooded the festival grounds, laughter and excited chatter blending with the distant sound of music.

It was finally time.  ooOooh your triple F

Freedom. Fun. Food.

You ��grinned, spinning on your heel, ready to bolt into the festival—only to be violently yanked back by my collar. "Ack—!" You choked, feet nearly leaving the ground as you flailed, thrown off balance. A firm grip held you in place like you were a misbehaving puppy. "Where," he said slowly, voice laced with warning, "the hell do you think you're going?" You twisted around, glaring up at none other than my gremlin, who stood with his usual scowl, unimpressed as ever.

"Uh, to enjoy the festival?" you huffed, tugging at your collar, but his grip was unrelenting. "Like everyone else?" He scoffed. “Yeah? And end up in another goddamn city? Try again.” Behind us, our friends was already watching with amusement.

You scowled. "Oh, come on, Suki, I have some sense of direction." The entire Bakusquad burst out laughing. Kaminari wiped a fake tear. "Pfft—good one, Y/N,”

“Man, Bakugou really got you on a leash,” Kaminari added while still stiffling his laughs.

You gasped, scandalized. "I do NOT need a leash!" Katsuki still hadn't let go of your collar as you crossed your arms, fuming. “Actually…” Sero pointed at your captured collar, smirking. "I know exactly where I'm going!" you groaned and exclaimed.

Kirishima just chuckled, tapping your shoulder. "C'mon, Y/N. We all know that's a lie." You scowled as Mina patted your head like a lost puppy. “It’s okay, Bestie. We still love you despite your… unfortunate navigation skills.”

Katsuki let out a long, suffering sigh before finally releasing your collar— only to immediately grab your hand instead. "Tch. I ain’t dealin’ with your lost ass again. Just stick with me," he muttered, intertwining your fingers with his.

You then masked it with an exaggerated pout. "You're acting like I'm a child. FYI Katsuki, Im your goddamn girlfriend"

Katsuki snorted, his thumb subconsciously brushing against my knuckles. “More like my idiotic pigeon that doesn’t know where home is,” The Bakusquad howled in laughter as you dramatically slumped in defeat, making sure to lean your full weight into him in protest.

And just like that, your festival freedom was revoked. Instead, you spent the night being dragged around by your overprotective, explosively stubborn, and frustratingly affectionate boyfriend.

Not that you really minded.

The night turned out to be pretty fun. Katsuki let you drag him to different food stalls, albeit begrudgingly, and even attempted a couple of festival games. “Alright, watch and learn, princess,” he smirked, rolling up his sleeves at the ring toss stand. You leaned in. “You sure? Cause last time you—”

“Shut up.”

“K,”

His competitive streak took over, and let’s just say… the poor festival worker almost had a heart attack when Katsuki nearly blew up the stall after missing the last shot.

“IT’S RIGGED!”

“Sir, please don’t explode the booth—" You eventually had to pull him away before he actually committed arson.

After what felt like forever of getting pulled around like a child on a daycare field trip, You finally wrestled your hand free. You crossed your arms. "Suki, I swear I will be FINE." Katsuki raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Prove it. Where the hell’s the Ring Toss Booth were just at an hour ago?,”

You turned confidently—then hesitated. "...Uh."

"Exactly," he muttered, immediately grabbing your hand again. "Hey—wait! I got distracted!" You groaned loudly. "Okay, first of all, rude. Second of all—look, there’s food!"

And just like that, your focus shifted entirely.

Katsuki sighed. Deeply. Like he was preparing for a lifetime of suffering. Mina giggled. "You sure you can handle her, Bakugou?" His grip tightened around your hand.

"Yeah," he muttered, glancing at me. "She's mine to handle." Mina squealed. "That was so SMOOTH!" Kirishima nodded in approval. "Manly as hell,"

"Oi, move it," he grunted, weaving through the crowd with ease, dragging me along like a toddler on a leash.

"Slow down! My legs are short!"

"That’s your problem," he muttered, yanking you forward. The Bakusquad trailed behind, chatting excitedly.

"Ooooh, yakisoba!" Mina pointed at a food stall.

"Takoyaki first," Kirishima insisted.

Kaminari rubbed his hands together. "We should do a food challenge—"

"Like hell we are," Katsuki snapped, cutting through their conversation. "We're getting real food first. No half-assed carnival bullshit." Mina rolled her eyes. "You’re such a grandpa,"

Katsuki ignored her, leading you toward a stall that had a shorter line. You sighed. At least you’ll finally get to eat.

…Until something distracted you. You gasped. "Oh my god, look at that cute plushie!" he barely glanced. “No.”

You blinked. “I didn’t even—”

“You want it, don’t you?” he deadpanned.

“…Yes.”

“No.”

"But—"

"No."

You pouted dramatically. "What if I say please?" He sighed through his nose. "What do I look like, your sugar daddy?" Kaminari, Mina and Kirishima burst out laughing.

Sero snickered. “Well, you do pay for all her snacks, Bakugou.” Katsuki grumbled under his breath, dragging me away before you could protest further.

you pouted

This was relationship oppression

Well,

He caved in and bought you that plushie and then he plopped you onto a bench. "Alright dumbass, sit your ass down," Katsuki plopped you onto a bench, shoving his jacket over your shoulders. “STAY. HERE.”

You blinked. "I—"

"No."

"But—"

"NO."

You huffed, crossing your arms. "What, you think I'm gonna get lost again?"

"Yes," everyone answered at the same time. You scowled. "Rude."

Mina tossed me a knowing look. "You’re not gonna move, right?" You rolled my eyes. "I’m not a CHILD, guys. I’ll be fine."

Kaminari pointed directly at my face. "Do. Not. Move. We mean it."

"FINE FINE I GOT IT YOU FUCKERS,” you groaned and just slumped yourself on to the table.  They finally left, leaving you to sit alone on the bench.

Few minutes later  your  stomach growled aggressively. You turned your head. One of the stalls nearby had fresh, golden-brown takoyaki, steaming and ready to be devoured.

Your stomach growled

The line wasn’t even that long! Katsuki’s gonna be a while anyway, I reasoned. If I just go real quick, he won’t even notice!

To be responsible, you scribbled a note on a scrap of paper from your bag:

"Went to the restroom, be right back!" – Y/N <3

You placed it neatly on the table and darted off toward the takoyaki stand. It was a simple plan.

What could possibly go wrong?

Katsuki returned, carrying a tray of food, looking mildly irritated from waiting in line. That irritation instantly turned into pure, unfiltered rage when he saw—

The empty bench

His eye twitched violently. He slowly, dangerously, turned his head and saw the napkin note. He picked it up, read it, and then—the paper disintegrated in his hand. The air around him grew thick with murder.

“OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.”

Mina winced. "Oof. She's so dead." Sero stretched. "What do you think, ten minutes before he finds her?"

"Five," Kaminari said confidently.

Katsuki was already stomping off.

Meanwhile, you were… very, very lost.

Again

You checked your phone.

Time: 8:30 PM

Maybe this wasn’t fine?

You held your takoyaki close, trying to estimate your way back, but somehow you ended up on a hilltop overlooking the festival. You sighed. Defeat.

Just then—

Sukii <3 calling...

You stared at the screen.

Oh boy

You hesitated before answering. "Uh… hey, Katsuki—"

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! I CLEARLY TOLD YOU TO SIT THE FUCK DOWN AND WAIT”

You winced, holding the phone away from your ear. "I, uh… got a little lost?"

"NO SHIT. WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS ‘RESTROOM’ YOU WENT TO?! MOUNT FUCKING TRALALA?!"

"Sooooo uhhh… funny story—" Before you can even continue what you’re saying, he ended the call.

Hehe I fucked up again, Lord have mercy on me.

And so, you prayed for your safety as you wait for your knight in raging armor.

Moments later, you heard heavy footsteps. You turned and found a VERY pissed-off Katsuki, panting slightly, arms crossed, looking ready to murder me on sight. "Oh. Hey!" He stomped over and grabbed your wrist.

"WE'RE LEAVING."

"Wait, my takoyaki—"

"I'LL BUY YOU A DAMN TAKOYAKI RESTAURANT, JUST GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE FESTIVAL!"

Before he could lecture you more, fireworks exploded in the sky.

We both paused.

The entire festival was lit up in brilliant colors, sparkling reflections dancing in his crimson eyes. For a moment, I just… stared. Then, without thinking, You leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. His grip on your wrist loosened, his face heating up. "Hmmph—" You grinned. "Thanks for finding me. Again," He clicked his tongue, looking away, but his grip on my hand tightened slightly. "You're a goddamn lost cause," he muttered.

You smirked. "But you love me,"

"...Yeah, yeah."

With one last grumble, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before dragging you back.

When we finally returned, the Bakusquad burst out laughing. "ANOTHER RESCUE MISSION COMPLETE!" Kaminari cheered. Kirishima sighed. "Honestly, Y/N, we need to microchip you." Sero nodded. "Or tie a damn balloon to your wrist."

You gasped, "YOU GUYS ARE SO MEAN—"

Katsuki?

He was completely unbothered. You turned to him in betrayal. "SUKI, DEFEND ME!"

"Nah, they're right,"

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"YOU LEFT A FUCKING NOTE AND IT SAYS THAT YOU’RE GOING TO THE RESTROOM Y/N. AND GUESS WHAT? THE MOMENT I FOUND YOUR FUCKIN ASS YOU WERE HOLDING A PLATE OF TAKOYAKI,” He exclaimed, his eyes seething in frustration and added, “ON TOP OF THAT, THE STALL WAS JUST A FEW FEET FROM WHERE WE LEFT YOU!”

You groaned as the others cackled. "I CAN BE INDEPENDENT!"

"You got lost in a straight line."

"...THAT WAS ONE TIME!"

"IT WAS TODAY!"

As we continued to bicker, the Bakusquad just laughed harder, enjoying the show.

Will YOU get lost again? Yes. Yes, you will.

A/N: Part 4 tomorrow? (I'm considering adding a part where he finally snaps and is hell-bent on teaching you directions—thoughts?) Also, Thank you for all the hearts and reblogs as well, truly appreciate it 🥰

© 2025 CODE:BKXY— All rights reserved. Please don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[emeraldart]

I got bored so woe, incorrect quotes be upon ye (some Michael x Charlie, CC is named Cassidy)

long post ahead

Michael: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up. Charlie: Oh no. Michael: More like "oh yes!"

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Michael: Okay, who's turn is it to give the pep talk? Elizabeth: It's Charlie's turn. Charlie: Don't die. Elizabeth, wiping a tear away: Truly inspirational.

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Michael: Kill me nowwwww. Charlie: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.

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Elizabeth: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Charlie: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

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Cassidy: You know, people treat me like a god. Michael: How? Cassidy: They ignore my existence unless they need something.

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Charlie: Fight me! Michael: gets on one knee and pulls out a ring Michael: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

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Michael: Well, remember when Charlie made a romantic dinner for me? Cassidy: Michael, they microwaved you a pizza.

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Cassidy: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me. Elizabeth: But did I make you cry? Cassidy: cries on the spot Elizabeth: …Shit.

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Elizabeth: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? Michael: What the hell!? Elizabeth: Oh, sorry, my bad. Elizabeth, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? Michael, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

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Charlie: Michael, we need that! Michael, holding Elizabeth over a trash can: Nope. Charlie: Gimme it— Michael: It’s garbage.

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Cassidy: we could make a boys club! Charlie: Im non-binary. Cassidy: Cassidy: Anti-girls club.

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Elizabeth: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Michael? Michael: Cassidy, easily. Cassidy, laughing: What the fuck, man. Michael: Well, Charlie would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Charlie, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

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Michael: banging a pen on the table out of frustration Charlie: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Michael: I— Michael: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

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Michael: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it. Elizabeth: …I was hungry.

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Elizabeth: Did you win? Or just not die? Elizabeth: Either way, hooray. Michael: …Is "no" a valid answer? Elizabeth: The hooray is redacted and you frighten me.

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Elizabeth: Cassidy! I thought you were dead! Cassidy: No, just in deep cover. Elizabeth: …But it was an open casket. Cassidy: It was very deep.

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Elizabeth: Go ahead, Michael. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry. Cassidy: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

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Charlie: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Michael: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

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At a speed dating event Michael: Oh wow, people are really shallow. Charlie: Consider it a background check. For example: Do you have a death certificate? Michael: Checks their pulse Sorry, not yet. Charlie: Good, I'm not fucking a ghost again.

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Cassidy: ARE YOU- Michael: Fucking. Cassidy: KIDDING ME?! YOU- Michael: Fucking. Cassidy: IDIOT! Elizabeth: …What was that? Michael: Charlie banned Cassidy from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

[st4rlight-kayz]

Hey Joe 👅👅👅👅👅👅

Uh

Oiay well im crashingout rn bc I think my friends HATE MEEE 💔💔😔 ik it’s horrible and I don’t wanna go in tmr but I want my Easter egg 😼

Anyway

I want your most gut wrentchingly sad Emily OR jecka headcanons. And no bs like their hamster died when they were 4, but worse 👩🏿‍🦰

OKAYYY ERM..

Emily

Emily saw a gun commercial at the age of 6, when she saw the actor pulling the trigger... she was absolutely traumatized– but she wanted to try it on herself (holy shit) and after sneaking into her dad's bedroom later that night, she found his pistol and aimed for her head, it didn't go off the first time– but the second time was.. yeah.

She did have a crush on Nicole but when she witnessed what kind of a bitch she was with Ari, e.g, choking her in public, she was terrified of Nicole, since then? Emily has been avoiding her and secretly dated Jecka behind her back. (Should I make a fic about this?)

Emily hasn't recovered from that gun incident, everytime she sees one, she ends up freaking the fuck out– Jecka and Ari have to comfort her everytime she has a panic attack.

Emily lashes out on Nicole when she sees her with Ari because of 2 reasons. 1). She hates when Nicole puts her (Ari) hands on her but she doesn't do shit about it because she can't fight. 2). Ari had a crush on Emily but after Nicole convinced her that she was an affectionate partner– She kissed her immediately and Nicole pushed her off.

Emily has attachment issues, she has to be by Jecka or Ari 24/7 because she has nightmares because of.. (hint: the first hc)

Emily tried to commit arson to Nicole's house twice. That's how much she can't fucking stand Nicole, she wants her to die, after abusing, and torturing Ari anyways.

Jecka

Jecka can't keep up with Nicole's bullshit, after trying to keep her accountable multiple times, she gives up.

Jecka has also seen Nicole's abusive actions and tries to befriend Ari so she can convince her to break up with Nicole.

Jecka does have PTSD from Nicole threatening to beat the shit out of her– That's why she's always wearing hoodies so she doesn't get exposed to her peers or sent to therapy.

Emily and Jecka actually have a great friendship, passing Adderall and Xanax to each other during classes is a way they cope with the memories of Nicole.

Jecka often started wearing blue because of Emily. Nicole used to wear blue but, holy shit– that would trigger her as well.

Jecka has teamed up with Em multiple times to fuck up Nicole's life, her image and everything. They even brought her her dad's suicide and she ended up crying in the bathroom later that day, they laughed at her. (Payback for fucking with Ari <3)

IF THESE AREN'T GUT-WRENCHING ENOUGH IM SORRYY😭😭 Poor Emily tho😔

[sleepy-bi666]

incorrect quotes for my mcstm dr to cope and connect

Ivor: Why am I the bad guy? Aiden: I don't know, why am I the pretty one? We all have our thing.

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Jesse: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

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Ivor: Where's Lukas? Aiden: Don't worry, I'll find them. Aiden, shouting: Jesse sucks! Lukas, distantly: Jesse is the best person ever! Fuck you! Aiden: Found them.

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Petra: I failed my safety training course today. Lukas: Why, what happened? Petra: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?" Lukas: And? Petra: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

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Lukas: They called me the B-word. Axel: Motherfucker doesn’t start with ‘b’.

(this is so canon)

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Lukas, talking about Jesse/Me: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THEM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DID. THEY KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.

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Jesse/Me: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Aiden: I have a problem. Ivor: Kill it. Aiden: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

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Olivia: One time I went to hand Aiden a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

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Lukas: I’m sad. Jesse/Me: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das. Jesse/Me: And das not good.

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Olivia: Is something burning? Petra: My burning love for you of course! Olivia: … Petra: … Petra: And the kitchen is on fire…

(i know what you are 0-0)

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Ivor: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Ivor lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

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Axel: Ooh, somebody has a crush Lukas: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Jesse I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Lukas, very much awake: Uh oh.

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Axel: Guys, I have a question. Jesse/Me: kys <3 Axel: I love you too. Lukas: Ah, yes. Siblings.

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Jesse/Me: Are you coming to bed? Lukas: I can't. This is important. Jesse/Me: What? Lukas: Someone is wrong on the internet.

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Jesse/Me: Respect my trans homies or I’m gonna identify as a fucking problem.

(i am trans. so)

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Lukas: Why do you hang out with me? Jesse/Me: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me! Lukas: … Lukas: I feel a bit sorry for you.

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Axel: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd. Petra: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue. Axel: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.

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Petra: Okay, what does A stand for? Jesse/Me: Arson. Petra: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for? Jesse/Me: Barson. Ivor: *laughter* Petra: What stands for C? Jesse/Me: Commit arson. Ivor: Oooo. Petra: D! Jesse/Me: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson. Ivor: *more laughter*

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Axel: Hey do you wanna hang out this weekend? Lukas: Generic excuse. Axel: I can’t believe you said that out loud, to my face. Lukas: I can.

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Jesse/Me: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Olivia made me get tested.

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Petra: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity? Ivor, turning to Axel: How tall are you?

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Ivor: So, did everyone learn their lesson? Petra: No. Axel: I did not. Lukas: I may have actually forgotten one. Jesse/Me: Also no. Ivor: Oh good, neither did I. Olivia: *Exhausted sigh*

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Lukas: You have an impressive pain tolerance. Jesse/Me: Thanks, it's the trauma.

(please this is so me)

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Jesse/Me: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited. Petra: "If" Axel: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die.

[lazareneblessing]

3 and 8 for Nat, 7 for Malcolm!

THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH MWAH MWAH SMOOCH

3. What is their Ambition? How are they planning on achieving that goal?

kay so by the virtue of being a SPC, nat doesn't have a clear cut ambition always updated on their sheet. but currently what's at the forefront of their mind is finding and capturing gaspard, a tzimisce who sired their thinblood bestie zoë. and also did a bunch of other stuff. they've got long-standing beef. but pretty soon after we started our chronicle (shadows of berlin) nat tried killing him again and thought they succeeded but couldn't really confirm the death cuz they made a promise to keep one of the PCs on the scene (@deenomilk's zasha <3) safe as they interrogated him about some plot stuff. but alas it seems like gaspard somehow got rescued, and zoë is looking into different ways to become human again. the whole "kill your sire and you will get your mortality back" thing came up in her research. and nat kinda fucked her over by trying to murder him in secret in the first place so they want to make up for it by delievering him staked and ready to kill for her like a cat bringing a wounded rat as a thropy to its owner. sorry if this is a lot and makes barely any sense but if i were to go in deep about this whole plotline we would be here forever LOL . but im willing to share in a separate post maybe if anyones interested.

8. What annoys them the most about other vampires? How about specific clans or sects (specify)?

i think a major point of annoynance for nat when it comes to other vampires is when they behave like they're better than they are when it comes to moral matters. nat's doing pretty good humanity-wise at this point in our game, but a lot of it comes from the radical acceptance of who they are. which is. well, a parasitic monster. and they don't really shy away from it, or speaking of their past which includes giovanni shenenigans, sabbat shenenigans (war crimes) or just their general being a menace towards everyone shenenigans. so they don't like it when other cainites act all high and mighty and better than the others for whatever the reasons may be. excessive pride in one's perceived goodness irks them.

sect-wise, they find camarilla annoying for the reasons stated above pretty much, and also for their hypocrisy. like, are they all that better than the sabbat? nat has their doubts. they left the sabbat for very interpersonal reasons and also kinda blinded by rage, but when they were a part of it they didn't enjoy the lack of coherent and reasonable planning. didn't mind the bloodshed at all, just how wasteful it usually was.

and if we are speaking of specific clans... they disdain most of the main clan giovanni, which goes beyond typical annoyance LMAO. and then the tremere annoy them with their occult knowledge elitism and gatekeeping.

7. What are some of the most evil and fucked up things they've done? Was it a big deal for them?

ouhhhhhh so. important thing about malcolm is that he's a ghoul and he became a ghoul under some very specific circumstances and his brain was pretty much broken by his domitor via a mixture of dominate and the blood bond. like dude had all of his personhood pretty much taken away from him, and he was working for one of the giovanni running a very hands-on mafia operations. so as far as consciously making choices to do evil and fucked up things, nahhh he's clear. some questionable stuff maybe but there were lines he wasn't and/or isn't willing to cross as of now. but under his first domitor everything was on the table cuz he was like a shell of a person pretty much driven entirely by the domitor's orders. so he was doing a lot of typical mafia violence shit, beating people up for extortion/threatening/whatever purposes, killing whoever his domitor wanted disposed of (including malcolm's own boyfriend, rip), doing hit and runs with a death toll, committing arson, terrorism, running whole families over with his car. like there is a lot and he didn't remember most of it in the first place cuz he was getting his memories ereased, and what he did remember his brain repressed to protect itself. he feels Terrible about it, cause even though he didn't do those things out of his own free will, they still happened and theres no way he can make up for any of it. but he is slowly coming to terms with all of that although the guilt Will haunt him forever!

[bubupop]

Can we talk more about Solomon and MC? They’re so precious and so weird, i feel like you they could be the weirdest gremlin and the guy would match the energy cuz he’s a grandpa but he's a cool grandpa 😎 (He would totally give MC secret candy/money. Imagine this:

Solomon: Pssst, MC! *he gestures towards him and whispers* come~

MC, all excited: what is it?!

Solomon, very proudly, hands them like 5 grimm and a button: 😎😎😎✋

MC: … Is better than nothing I guess yea.)

Like imagine he’s just standing there in the middle of the corridor and MC just fucking bolts it and tries to yank him off his feet but fucker doesn’t even move a bit AND HE’S SO COCKY ABOUT IT TOO “Oh, MC. When did you get here? Hm, weird, I felt something smack in my back maybe a fly he he.” HE HE.

He’s so so mean and such a tease too): Also MC and Solomon definitely dance to disco music, why? Because I said so ! Cant you guys imagine them dancing to Fernando by Abba and just swinging ‘em hips and pointing up and down and everyone else is like tf, looking up and down towards where they’re pointing but they don’t see shit and are like man humans are weird tf they pointing at ??? Is this a human courting thing or something??

Also taking them both to a hike somewhere AND THEY FIND S T I C K S, you know what must happen then? Obviously they gotta look for the biggest, strongest stick !! And how do they prove it is the best stick? Easy peasy STICK “SWORD” FIGHT !!! Now everyone is just staring at the two humans being weird, again. They feel kinda left out……

Also isn’t it weird how humans just s t a r e at fire? Like the two of em are just glued to the sight of it. Ok, weirdos. But MC if you like it so much you could’ve told them they would have committed arson for you)))):

ALSO, AGAIN, YES. Just curiosity, man. Curiosity is such a humane thing and imagine exploring somewhere or something and MC and Solomon gotta go to every fucking corner to see e v e r y t h i ng. And I mean it all !!! Oh, a box?! We must see what’s inside !!

That’s it that’s my ted talk thank i 4 coming peace n love im planet earth 🤙

[attourney-at-lycan]

garroth + zenix's dynamic makes me cry ugly gross tears

oops i rambled🐏 too much again have a penny 🪙 but yea thoughts because i feel like not much in s1 is really elaborated on zenix's side of their relationship and i just think theyre both verr neat + g = garroth and im just lazy

(#he sees vylad in zenix or projects vylads image onto him as well as zane #but in a way where hes like oh zenix ill show u how to shoot just let me help u #and hes like ok old dude how bout i show u how to get some bitches #commits arson and lyerally breaks his heart and whatever self worth he had left over and had built for himsef in pdh pre aph #like the image of and him fighting but he's screaming at g. to give in and fight for his life but at this point garroth is just broken and (this isn't canon just a thought) after g. had landed a real bad blow on zenix (deep enough that he needed to retreat to regen sk style ) and garroth still reaches out for him helmet slashed and torn so u can see blood dripping from his wounds but like his eye is clearly visible and like instead of running back to pd he just stands and zenix stops just out of line of his sight where he could've just gone but takes this chance to tie a necklace that g got them both to signify their mentorship / relationship arround his arrow and lets it off straight into g's chest #he stood there and took it falling backwards slow mo style and zenix disapperaed into the forest

I JUST WOKE UP I WILL GO REPLY TO TOHER STUFF IN A BIT

but oh my god. OH MY GOD. YOU

your mind. YOUR MIND

“he sees vylad in zenix or project vylad onto him as well as zane” THIS IS IM LITRLY INSANE RN? this concept is so good its sooo fitting- garroth “knows” he’s a coward and feels like shit probably for doing this but he can’t help it?

garroth, i feel like, feels so responsible abt everything, maybe call it older child syndrome that he feels responsible and that everything that went wrong with his siblings is all his fault. that maybe if he spent more time with zane or maybe if he hadn’t left vylad would’ve still been here. these thoughts just keep bothering him and then zenix comes in. he’s a younger man who needs help, who needs him. i have no idea where this point is going BUT I LOVE THAT SO MUCH.

zenix teaching garroth how to get maidens so canon fr pls. “cmon old man we’re gna hook u up w/ molly” “is she not she dating dale?” “…okay, and?”

AND OUUUUBTHE LAST PART :wailing: THEBFIGHT OUUUU THE FIGHT MY HEART MY MIND YOUR MIND UR SO BIG BRAIN- garroth being so broken and barely fighting during this break my headt into so many puzzle pieces— and zenix… oh my god zenix. my hc (or in my rewrite at least) is that zenix doesn’t want to do this but has to bc he has to become a shadow knight- so him fighting garroth he doesnt want garroth to at least go down without a fight but at the end, realizes he doesn’t want to hence running away with a finaly flourish. AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT ZENIX DOESNT CARE BC LITERALLY TO BECOME A KNIGHT YOU HAVE TO KILL SOMEONE YOU ARE CLOSE TO- bc why else would zenix kill him.

the slashed fucking the fucking fuckingggggg the helmet part and then reaching out plssss- garroth is just so shocked and tired bc he thought for once they were doing a good thing, they had a good thing, he had the relationship with this kid that he never had with his brothers and to see him turn against him. he once again feels like he did something wrong. i wouldnt even be shocked if as they were fighting garroth would just beg, wanting to know what he did wrong, so that he could fix things. he doesn’t wna lose someone again

ANYWAY UR BRAIN ISBSO AHDIAISVAG THIS WAS SO GOOD THIS INDUCED MY GARROTH AND ZENIX BRAINROT

[stevehharringtcns]

shame on the night

who: @stevehharringtcns & @eddiemcnson @murray-baumans​

where: the woods around skull rock

when: during the keg party

what: steve and eddie have a discussion in the woods about their feelings, only to be interrupted by no other than murray. in short, steddie gets murrayed.

EDDIE: oh, eddie munson had fucking had it with this day. wondering why he'd even gone to nancy's asshole boyfriend's keg party at fucking skull rock, anyway. not that eddie particularly had anything better to do that night. but still. he'd expected his time back in hawkins to be a bit more.... well, chill. well, it was hawkins after all, so as chill as it could be, with the ever present threat of the supernatural looming. chill.... socially, too. he'd planned to hang out with max a lot, craft his epic new hellfire reunion campaign, play a couple gigs with corroded coffin, maybe. get high with his friends, coincidentally the people he'd narrowly avoided death with spring break of '86. just.... have a good time.  then nancy had invited him along to commit arson, they'd stumbled across human sized eggs, all that upside down shit he'd spent two years trying to forget was slowly creeping back into their lives and to top it all off, he'd made out with steve harrington and steve harrington, seemingly thinking that this was all one big joke or some experiment, had rejected him in the worst way possible. and he couldn't leave now, either, no one could leave that god forsaken town and eddie had fucking had it.  exchanging a few angry and hurt glances with steve, he couldn't stand the sight of him anymore had quickly gotten up from his spot next to chrissy - oh yeah, fucking chrissy cunningham had come back from the dead, too - and excused himself to go have a smoke. he'd walked for a bit until he was sure to be out of sight and earshot of the group now arguing with thad, had pulled out his smokes but before he'd gotten a chance to light it, the telltale snapping of a twig and rustling of some leaves had alerted him to the fact that he wasn't alone.  eddie, still visibly upset had whipped around and groaned when he'd seen the familiar figure come into view. "what do you want, harrington? im not in the mood for your mockery. go.... i don't know, hit on chrissy or something."

STEVE: showing up at this party hadn't been as fun as steve thought it would be. sure, he didn't expect to meet eddie there, but it wasn't like he was ignoring him either. but the way he was treating him and not even letting him explain what he was feeling made steve... well, sort of an asshole. even if he wouldn't admit it out loud, it was inevitable. the last words he had told to him weren't necessarily nice, but as he sat down next to cole, tapping his food as he looked at eddie occasionally. he watched him stand up and walk away.  don't follow him, he heard his thoughts in his head, but steve had never been the type to listen to his own thoughts. he looked over at cole for a few moments before standing up and going after eddie, following him into the woods. at least the two would be alone and they could talk. steve didn't care what other people would say about him chasing eddie at that moment.  stepping on a twig as he moved the leaves away, steve stopped in his tracks once he heard eddie's response to seeing him. "i want to talk." he said as he took another step towards eddie. "wh- hit on chrissy? you're shitting me, right? you're the one who gets... all nervous and nosebleeds when you see her!" he said, waving his hands in front of him as he looked at eddie. he didn't want to fight with him, but the two seemed to be pretty annoyed about this whole thing.  "can we just... talk? like, actually talk. i don't think we'll get... you know, interrupted here by anyone. we don't have talkies. we're alone." he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "so, let's just... talk!" he said, not sure what else to say. he was hoping that eddie would take the lead, although steve should have been the one to justify himself.

MURRAY: Another unsuccessful stakeout at the border under his belt, Murray tucked his flask of vodka in his back right jean pocket and rested his rifle on his shoulder, across his chest. At least tonight, Murray had allowed himself the small luxury of music while watched the woods for... well, anything. Murray was in high spirits, despite the uneventful night, because he knew he had lemon glazed chicken waiting for him at home. He swayed through the woods, singing 'We'll Meet Again' softly to himself, until he came upon two familiar voices. Murray fully intended to pass by, give a polite wave, and keep going-- for the lemon glazed chicken. and the side of roasted asparagus. He was a pretty damn good housewife. But, Steve Harrington's pleading tone was enough to intrigue Murray, and he paused, careful not to make any sound. If it turned out to be just some silly jock conversation, he would surely leave well enough alone. But if it wasn't, perhaps he could be of assitance. Or at the very least, perhaps he would have something to mull over at dinner.

EDDIE: he flicked his lighter a couple of times, groaning in annoyance when it wouldn't produce a flame, he resisted the urge to fling it onto the ground and stomp it into the dirt. he should've filled up the damn lighter fluid. one hand coming up to rub between his brows, he shoved the useless lighter back into his pocket, discarded the cigarette too. "god, you're giving me a headache, harrington.", eddie grumbled and exhaled deeply. brows pulling together into a frown at steve's words he felt himself become more enraged, if that was even possible. all the pent up emotions he'd bottled up since their encounter in the cabin now bubbling up to the surface. "jesus h christ, I'm not getting a nosebleed because im....hot for chrissy. ew, no." he grimaced and shivered at the thought. not that chrissy wasn't a charming and attractive young woman. a great catch, really. just not in the pond he was fishing at. "im getting nosebleeds cause she fucking die-" he stopped himself, but down on his lip. steve wouldn't remember her death, he figured, probably wouldn't believe him, either. "forget it. and you've got no right to be jealous anyway."  he began pacing nervously, finding it unbearable to simply.... stand there. hitting the tree behind him lightly with his fists, swinging his arms around, anything to ease the tension. "well then fucking talk, harrington!" his voice was louder now, shaky, eddie could feel his hands begin to tremble. "i mean do you really have to rub it in further, man? i get it. i was like.... and experiment or a nice pair of lips to pass the time with. a joke with your friends, even. i get it, steve." he looked away, took a shaky breath. "i don't care man, ok? let's just put it past us. i won't come onto you anymore, you can go back to having a new girlfriend every other week."

STEVE: hearing eddie say that steve was giving him an headache made him purse his lips, fighting the urge to roll his eyes as he looked at the other. he didn't get how this had been the eddie who he had made out all those days before, but it didn't seem like him. he was angry at steve and steve didn't have the chance to explain himself for what was happening with him. he didn't understand the feelings he had for eddie, but he knew he had them. "then why are you getting like that whenever she's around? i've noticed how you look at her, you don't look like that with just... anyone!" steve said as he kept his hands on his own hips as eddie started pacing back and forward. hearing that he had no right to be jealous made him angry - mostly because he was jealous. but that didn't matter apparently.  "do you really think that i did all of that because it was a joke? do you think i didn't want to kiss you?" he asked, his own tone raising as he got angrier at the thought of eddie thinking that. if eddie still thought that he was the same asshole from all of those years before, then he really didn't know him. "what friends, eddie? dustin? max? are those the friends who you think would be part of this joke? do you really think this is a fucking joke?" he asked, shaking his head as he looked at eddie. he shouldn't get this angry, but he couldn't help it. "now you don't care?" he asked, frowning.

MURRAY: Murray had seen this film before. Many times, and one time too many within the confines of Hawkins, Indiana. Small town be damned, was no one in touch with their sexuality? It was 1988 for fuck's sake! Murray remembered his own sexual awakening clearly: eighth grade, he caught Marianne Weber and Tom Erickson hooking up under the bleachers and he couldn't decide who he wanted to kiss more. But, as was often the case, not everyone was gifted with Murray's investigative skill. Least of all, it seemed, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington. Clearing his throat so as not to startle anyone, Murray stepped into the clearing. "Good evening, boys," he said, his voice taking on a sing-song tone. "If you don't mind, some of us are enjoying an evening stroll... preferably sans years of pent-up sexual frustration. Hm?" he hinted, looking from Eddie to Steve with a raised brow and the hand not holding the rifle planted on his hip.

EDDIE: he scoffed, bit down on his lip hard. pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he felt a telltale hit prickle in his eyes, unsure whether they were tears if sadness or frustration. eddie mindlessly kicked at some stones laying knt he ground, sendung them flying into the woods. "believe what you will, steve. what's it to you? jealous cause you want her all to yourself or what?" he didn't even know why he was entertaining steve's idea of him being into chrissy. well, no, he knew. eddie was upset and disgruntled and extremely petty.  feeling his lips quiver he quickly looked away, hands flexing, fingernails painfully digging into his palms. he opened his mouth about to defend himself, when he was interrupted my someone clearing their throat. so much for not getting interrupted again. it was comical, almost.  eddie whipped around. ".... murray?" he narrowed his eyes. gaze dropping to the rifle in his hand. and to think that wasn't the weirdest thing he'd seen this week. "what the fuck?"

STEVE: "i don't want chrissy. i want..." he started saying, before he got interrupted by someone clearing their throat. soon after that, steve looked around until his eyes landed on murray. now that was something that he didn't expect. he took quick notice of the rifle. "what the hell?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at eddie for a couple of moments and then at murray. as the other started talking, steve's mind couldn't help but to wander on why murray was there. was he hunting? no, that didn't make sense.  as he heard the words sexual tension, steve felt himself blush. it was stupid, really. he had had sex before, but he hadn't tried anything with eddie yet. just simply making out. he was lucky that it was dark where they were or else he would have been more embarrassed by what murray was talking. "what do you want, murray? we were talking..." he said, looking at eddie again and giving him a nod, before turning to the older man.

MURRAY: "Yeah, good to see you, too," Murray deadpanned, knowing he looked insane to them, but not caring. There were more pressing issues at hand. "What do I want? You should be asking for help here, son. Because if this is your idea of communication..." he heaved a sigh. He'd heard enough to make some educated guesses about the situation at hand. "How long ago did you two hook up and what happened?" Then, with a tsk sound, he held up a finger. "One at a time."

EDDIE: eyes wide, brows furrowed, he blinked a couple of times, in both confusion and disbelief, before he gave another over-exaggerated, annoyed groan. this day really couldn't get any fucking worse, could it. between apparently giving steve the impression that he was straight and murray bauman showing up in the dead of night, in the middle of the woods with a rifle, apparently dead set on counseling them, eddie had truly fucking had it. he threw his hands up in the air, then dragged them down his face. resistance against murray was surely useless, anyway, or would be met with soul shattering sass and eddie really couldn't handle that right now. "christ, man. do you have a lighter, at least?" he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, shuffling awkwardly where he was standing. after a moment, he gave in. threw his hands up again. "ok, fine, fuck. whatever. we like...", he stuttered, glanced over at steve with flushed cheeks. "we, like, kissed.... i don't fucking know. two weeks ago? one and a half? i don't care." eddie did very much care. "it's... it's stupid anyway. it's bullshit. we can just forget it. stevie here is obviously embarrassed of what happened." he shot the other a glare. "or else he wouldn't have fucking jumped like ten feet away from me when the cabin door swung open. isn't that right, harrington."

STEVE: listening to murray talk made steve furrow his brows. how did he know all of that? but steve didn't fight it or he didn't argue about it. he could have walked away from that whole conversation but he decided that he wanted to keep talking to eddie. and if murray was there to watch this shit show, then so be it. "i think... i think two weeks ago, yeah..." he agreed with eddie, before rolling his eyes when he heard eddie say that it was stupid. it wasn't stupid. and he wasn't embarrassed. "i'm not embarrassed! i'm just not used to... being with... you know, dudes! it's... new to me!" he said, shaking his head. "and i was hoping that you out of all people, you know, would know how it feels like to be... different." he said, looking at eddie and then back at murray. "i'm not embarrassed. i... just don't know." he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

MURRAY: Setting the rifle on the forest floor, Murray dug into his pocket for a lighter. He didn’t smoke anymore, but you simply never knew when you’d run into an extra-terrestrial being that could only be affected by fire. He passed the lighter to Eddie and listened to the boys talk past each other. It was cute, in a way. They so clearly had feelings for each other. "In my forty-some years on earth, I've uncovered many truths-- about Chicago, global conflicts, and human nature. And one of those truths is that, broadly speaking, there are two types of gay men." Murray had one of those voices that always sounded sarcastic. But in this conversation, he was being as genuine as he’d been in a long while. "Men like myself and Eddie, who know pretty early on which way we swing," he nodded to Eddie. "And guys like you, Harrington, who are just now figuring it out-- and God knows, we always seem to attract the opposite of us," he chuckled, remembering his first boyfriend, Petey. Petey whose looks could kill if Murray looked at him a second too long when they were at the bar with their friends. "But you have to talk about it," he said, his voice stern and loud. "Eddie, what I'm hearing is that you're hurt by how Steve reacted. You feel rejected," he turned his gaze to the other. "Steve, I'm hearing that you're confused. You've never felt this way before, but you do like it." Murray waited for the two to respond and mentally patted himself on the back. It was Jonathan and Nancy, Joyce and Hopper all over again.

EDDIE: muttering a "thanks, man", he caught the lighter, nearly dropped it though due to how shaky his hands were, and lit his cigarette, then tossed the lighter back to murray. gaze landing on the rifle again for a second because what the fuck, but this was a question for another day. cigarette pinched between his pointer and middle finger, he rubebd the space between his brows with his thumb.  he listened to murray, chuckling a little at his words that sounded both serious and..... not? serious? 'myself and eddie' made him perk up and he nearly grinned because of course. figures. it made sense, murrays theory, opposites attract and all, and there was a guilty nausea beginning to spread in his stomach as he considered how he really hadnt even tried to see the whole thing from steves perspective. then again, eddie was pissed and he felt like he rather had every right to be. "well we're talking about it now, aren't we?", he shrugged and took another drag, shifting from one foot to the other. "like, I can see how harrington here is confused and all but not so sure about the liking it part. what's there to like, anyway?" he glanced down, suddenly found the spot on the ground between his feet to be vastly interesting. "anyway. it's clear what happened here kinda, isn't it? you wanted to try it out, experiment, whatever. figured i wouldn't talk. figured nobody would believe the weird, gay metalhead if he talked." another shrug eddie chewed nervously on his bottom lip. "you could've picked anyone to do that with, harrington. but I thought we were friends, man. that was... that was just mean."

STEVE: steve watched as eddie lit his cigarette, wondering if he needed one to deal with all of this, but thinking it was probably for the best if he just didn't say anything for a while. he looked at murray as he talked, suddenly curious to know what murray had learned about chicago, but that was past the point. it didn't matter. what mattered right now was this talk... and the fact that they were having it in the middle of the woods wasn't idea, but it was the best they could get. "well, i've never been with a guy... before. and i did kiss cole before, but you know... with you it was different." he said, shaking his head. he had never been taught to talk about his feelings so openly, but it felt kind of good. hearing eddie still insisting that steve used him, steve let out a breath as he shook his head. "i didn't want to experiment, i kissed you because i... i wanted to kiss you." he said, as he ran a hand through his hair and looked at eddie. "i didn't want to kiss anyone else, eddie, i just... i wanted to kiss you. and i do... like you, you know. more than just friends. and i'm... sorry." he said, looking down at the ground now. "for the cabin stuff..." he said, a sigh escaping his lips.

MURRAY: It took everything in him to tone down the squeal of glee building up in his chest. But, with the strength of many generations of Baumans, he channeled it into a sort of pleased harumph. "Now we're talking!" he exclaimed, like he was at a basketball game and things just got lively. He looked at Eddie pointedly and mad a 'T' with his hands. "Time out, please. Edward... listen, I get it, I dated plenty of Steves in my day and it's easy to take the confusion as rejection, but..." he motioned to Steve, who was opening up beautifully, like a rose. "Listen to the man. He's doing the work here, he's being honest." Murray hesitated and angled himself to where he was only speaking to Eddie for a moment. "And, in the most respectful way possible, don't project the world onto Steve. Guys like you and I, we're used to rejection. For me, it was my dad, from day one. I wore that shit like a purple heart, kid, but it's not worth it. My advice? Give it up," he spoke. Then, opening himself back up to the two of them, Murray clasped his hands together in delight. "This was beautiful, kids, truly spectacular."

EDDIE: the cigarette hung nearly abandoned now pinched between his pointer and middle finger, his brows drew together in confusion, gears obviously turning as he tried to make sense of steve's words. "there wasn't anyone else around to kiss, either, was there.",he said and immediately wanted to slap himself for continuing to be this petty. it didn't make sense. for steve to like him, quite unquote 'more than friends'.  murray signaling for him to 'time out' quickly shut him up and eddie was glad, for he wasn't sure he might not have just continued his rampage of stupidity. listening to murray, he scratched his neck, pinched the skin there, glancing over at steve every now and again. meeting his eyes as murray shuffled closer, letting him in on his secrets.  eddie gulped. exhaled shakily, lips parted, his throat had gone incredibly dry all of a sudden. he nodded, signaling to murray that he'd understood his message. even though he hadn't payed exact attention to his words - but hey, holding eye contact with steve harrington did that to a guy. give it up - the resentment, the anger. against anyone and everyone. give it up - pursuing steve? eddie felt himself begin to spiral, he quickly took another drag.  "uh. apology accepted, I guess.",he shrugge, looked anywhere but steve. "listen, steve, i.... you don't have to do.... this. i can take it, man. im sorry for being, like, angry and shit. wasn't fair." another shrug, followed by a grimace. "you don't have to, like,.... pretend to like me to make me feel better, steve. im just.... im nobody, it doesn't make sense. guys like you don't.... they're not into guys like me. it's not - that doesn't happen." he'd started pacing a couple sentences ago, now deliberately not meeting either murray or steve's gaze.  " thanks murray, man, for.... whatever this was? im gonna - i think I'm gonna head home. "

STEVE: he looked at both eddie and murray, standing in the back as he thought about what the other could possibly be saying to eddie. he felt sick to his stomach all of the sudden. he had just admitted his feelings for eddie, or at least he thought he did and now he wasn't sure how the other would react. when he heard eddie accepting his apology, steve gave him a nod. at least had that gone well for him, even if the rest of what eddie was saying wasn't as positive. "i'm not pretending, eddie." he said simply, trying not get slightly annoyed at what eddie was saying. he had been pretty clear, or at least he thought he had. steve wouldn't do that to anyone, not anymore at least. who was to say that he hadn't done it back in his asshole times? but now, he had learned how to be genuine with his feelings - or as genuine as he could get. "but..." he said, not being able to say anything else. "but you're not nobody to me, eddie, you're... you're eddie! i don't know what else to say, but you're not nobody." he said with an assertive nod.

MURRAY: Murray's elation was short-lived. In a singular moment, he knew exactly how the Egyptians felt when the library of Alexandria burned. It took everything in him not to pick up his rifle and wave it around like a banshee. Instead, curses spilled off of his lips in the first language he could grasp: "Allah yakhthek." He groaned, rubbing his temples with his fingers and shooting Eddie a withering glance. "For a musician, your listening skills are pretty shit, kid," he sighed. He would rather interrogate Russian operatives than argue with the younger version of himself. The self-hatred, the unwavering belief that one was unlovable, was painfully familiar; talking to Eddie was like putting on an old sweater, one that didn't really fit anymore but was always around. "He just said he's not pretending," Murray was yelling now, pointing at Steve. Then, his finger prodded directly into Eddie's chest. "He may not understand what's going on, poor thing, but he's being honest. And if you want to hear that and continue to deny it, run from it, that's your right." Murray stepped back from the two of them, allowing his blood pressure to stabilize. Lemon glazed chicken. His voice was lower now, calm even. "But it would be very disappointing," he said, his eyes not leaving Eddie's.

EDDIE: he was frustrated more than anything now and, muttering curses under his breath, eddie tossed the cigarette to the ground, putting it out with his foot. god damn it. he'd hoped for a clean, minimally confusing break, not.... whatever this hell this was. fight turned couples counseling session, appearantly.  "ugh, you're not making any sense! both of you!", he exclaimed, resumed his pacing, giving the tree behind him the occasional bump. murray was right, though, although eddie hated to admit it. his listening skills were pretty shit. especially when the version of things he'd laid out for himself in his head didn't match with reality.  in a way, it would be less confusing if steve didn't like him like that. if he was straight, if this had been just an experiment. they would eventually move past the stage of being awkward around each other and continue to be friends. but like this? a step neither of them could take back. and eddie was terrified.

especially now that murray was outright shouting at him, eddie jumped, confused, when his fingers made contact with his chest. instinctively, he raised his hands in surrender. "ok! okay, alright, fine! i get it, man, just - geez." shoulders slumping, he slowly lowered his hands when murray stepped back. there was something unreadable in eddie's expression now - murray had struck a nerve, obviously. deny it. run from it. that had always been eddie's forte, hadn't it? taking the easy way out when things got tough. 'outside of dnd i am no here'. eddie nervously chewed on the inside of his cheek. glanced over to meet steve's eyes.  'look at us, we're not heroes'. a familiar nauseating weight settled on eddie's chest as he thought back to what could've very well been their last goodbye in the upside down, those two years ago. one hand came up almost instinctively to ghost over his scars. he swallowed, brows pulling up into an almost sad frown. as he remembered how steve had turned around and he'd called him back, they'd shared a look. many things had passed between them in that instant, all left unspoken when, overwhelmed with the pressure of potentially his last words, eddie had once again chosen the cowards way out. settling for 'make him pay'. running from what he'd actually been dying and longing to tell steve.  he cleared his throat, voice low and weak almost. "okay, so.. I like you." obvious. "and.... I guess you like me. for whatever reason." eddie shrugged, looked up at steve expectantly. "what.... does this mean, then? like.... and now? what do we do now?"

STEVE: steve had to admit that he was sort of glad that murray had showed up out of the woods to help them. sure, the premise of an older man creeping in the woods wasn't the greatest, but this had been sort of a blessing. at least steve had finally been able to admit his feelings towards eddie, even if it hadn't been necessarily easy to do so. he had to work on that and he needed to work on being more open with eddie. he kept his eyes locked on eddie and murray as the two spoke and steve wondered why murray hadn't talked to him one on one like had done with eddie, but maybe it just meant that he was doing better than the other was. didn't matter.  steve stood there for a couple of moments, shoving his head in his pockets as he heard finally eddie talk. he looked up, a glint in his eyes as he watched him, pursing his lips together. hearing that eddie liked him, even if he should have known it way before, made steve blush slightly.   he approached the other and took his hand, his thumb caressing it as he let out a sigh. "i mean... i want..." he said, looking at murray for a bit and then back at eddie. "i want to try this with you... and only you. i like you, eddie. but you have to help me with... everything, pretty much. because the times i've been with you, i've really been happy and i don't remember being like that in... years. or ever." he said, wondering if all the times he had been with girls had just been a lie in his mind, but that didn't matter. "and...i really want to kiss you, but it would be weird if murray was just... watching." he said with a small chuckle, but moved towards the other to press a kiss on eddie's cheek, feeling himself turn red again. "just... be patient with me?" he asked.

MURRAY: He'd begun walking backwards as the two spoke, clearly his role in this lover's quarrel was coming to an end. Murray let out a wistful sigh, hand to his heart, at the radical vulnerability. This was living! This was the elusive giddy-like-a-schoolgirl feeling. With a salute, Murray picked up his rifle and turned on his heel, always a little flourish in his movement. "Way ahead of you, you little freaks," he said, with the utmost tenderness in his voice. "If you find yourself needing my services again..." Don't was his customary response, but who was he to turn down a fellow gay in need? "I'm at the big cement bunker in the woods. Can't miss it. Ta-ta!" he waved. Murray strutted away with a growing sense of satisfaction, and quickly took up singing 'We'll Meet Again'. He could almost taste the lemon baked chicken.

EDDIE: suddenly steve appeared in his direct line of vision, stepping close, taking his hand, caressing his hand, and eddie's brain short-circuited. thankful for the darkness surrounding him, eddie felt his cheeks heat up. lips parted, a dazed look, glossed over eyes, he simply stood and stared at steve for a moment. until he found it within himself to move closer, too, giving his hand a light squeeze. "uh.... uh, yeah, okay.",he finally managed to get out, voice raspy. eddie nodded eagerly. "yeah, let's - yeah let's do that. try, I mean - like, uh, together. and yeah I'll be patient and.... whatever..." trailing off as he felt steve's lips on his cheek, he instinctively grabbed hold of steve's biceps, pulling him closer. right. murray. eddie peeked over steves shoulder to see the eccentric older man had already descended back into the woods and, chuckling, eddie mirrored his wave. he wondered if he shouldve thanked him, too. maybe he'd stop by one of these days. drop off a card and a bouquet or something.  as soon as eddie was sure that murray was completely out of his line of vision, he focused his attention back on steve, hesitating a second before he wrapped his arms around his neck. eddie cleared his throat, suddenly flustered again. "i, uh. im sorry. for being.... well, a pain in the ass.", he muttered and gave steve a sheepish smile. it quickly faded, replaced by a more serious expression as he suddenly blurted out : "i - i really like you, steve." and he felt like a middle schooler confessing his crush on someone at a homecoming dance. "can i - uh. can.... can you kiss me?"

STEVE: steve looked back at murray as he heard his voice fading away, letting out a small chuckle at the sight of the older man walking away. he definitely owed him one, he thought to himself, but he clearly forgot that when he turned his attention back to eddie. it was all that it mattered right now anyway. smiling when the other agreed on trying, he nodded his head slowly. "okay. good. thank you" he said, a little more relieved that their conversation had actually worked out. he wasn't sure what people's reactions would be, but for the first time, steve didn't care that much. but he did care about eddie.   "i'm sorry for... you know, that whole stuff at the cabin. i shouldn't have done that, it was very... asshole of me." he said with a sigh. he did regret letting go of eddie just like that, but it was in the past. and steve felt bad for it and he was sure that he would keep feeling bad for at least a while. feeling eddie's arms around his neck made him let out a sigh of relief, as he wrapped his arms around the other's waist. it felt good doing this again, pulling him close. "i really like you too, eddie." he said, nodding his head when the other asked him for a kiss, leaning forward and connecting their lips together, pulling eddie close for a kiss.

EDDIE: he snorted, a grin tugging at his lips, he wrapped his arms tighter around steve, relishing in the feeling of the other's hands on his waist. this was how it was supposed to be, eddie thought and nearly gagged at how cheesy that sounded. "yeah, it was pretty king steveof you.", eddie admitted with a pout, though mock serious expression soon broken by a teasing grin again. all dimples and teeth. he shrugged his shoulders. "but let's not.... let's forget that. i was an asshole, you were an asshole, the... assholery cancels it out, i think."  cheeks already stiff and sore from grinning, eddie sighed into the kiss, the content smile remained fixed on his features as their lips lazily moved against each other. clawing at the material of steve's shirt with one hand, he tangled his other into his hair, grabbing hold of it to stead y himself, convince himself that this was in fact real.  it should be illegal to be this happy, eddie thought as shivers ran down his spine. with ease he maneuvered them around until steve's back was pressed against a tree, their lips always connected.  when eddie pulled back, coming up for air more than anything, the aforementioned grin was still on his face as he took in the sight if steve, flushed cheeks and messy hair. laughter bubbled up in his chest, eddie softly shook his head in disbelief. "and you thought I was hitting on chrissy....", he trailed off, interrupted by another giggle.  quickly, as if afraid that steve might slip away at any moment, cupped his cheeks, pulled him in for another deep kiss. "let's get out of here, big boy."

THE END.

[eyelessjxcks1mp]

R.I.P Rogers 😮‍💨

Tim:Toby, would you shut your damn mouth so I can work?

Toby:No :D

Brian:Go commit Arson elsewhere-

Toby:I WANT A WAFFLE!!!! 😩

Tim:Do I look like your mom?

Toby: -Thinking-No, but you know what...you would look like my mom inna maid dress~

Brian:...

Tim: -Stands up- Rogers...I'll give you to the count of 3, to fu-- off...

Toby: -stares

Tim:1.....2.....-

Toby:ALRIGHT IM GOING!!!

Toby:Clocky'll love me...

Tim and Brian: WAIT! COME BACK!!

[simplyxsinned]

As the world caves in

a/n: yeah so yall will be getting another Kaeya angst after this also I cant make up titles, and im having a demon Kaeya brainrot rn

! warning: angsty? suggestive! uhhh kissing!!! (mentions of committing arson)

! inspired by this playlist characters: Demon!Kaeya x gn!reader

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Just like any other day, you went out to complete your daily commissions. On the way back, it smelt like something was smoking, hurrying back as your eyes widened at the scene of your hometown setting aflame, screams were heard as you walked closer. There you saw a familiar silhouette of your lover standing below a tree just in front of the burning city. The entrances were blocked with no way in or out. He turned around and smiled sinisterly while you drown in your own thoughts...Why did he do that? Was it all your fault? Have you done something wrong?

"Y/n, will you love me now?" "W-what?" confused you stood there, staring at him, questions still running wild in your mind. Watching him as he laughed like a maniac then walking toward you. Horns formed on his head, he was a stranger, you didn't even recognize him anymore. You unconsciously backed away, falling on your feet. "Awwh darling, don't be scared I'm not going to hurt you" he said as he was lifting your chin to face him. He closely examined you, beady eyes that was once filled with love turned into fear, glossy lips that used to give him kisses were now quivering, oh how he loved seeing you like this.

Kaeya pulled you into a passionate kiss, tongues swirling together. You didn't kiss back, feeling drool rolling down your chin...it was disgusting. You pushed him away, wiping your chin "Whats wrong princess? isn't this what you wanted?" his pale white orbs staring at you, sending chills down your spine. You realized that there's no turning him back, you stood up and ran. He watched you drift away, don't expect him to let you go that easily. Not even sparring a glance back at him, the past memories of you both spending your time together giggling and laughing, you missed it dearly...

Thanks for reading <3

[lyrker]

This is. drastically different than last seasons end. Less. thoughts. still a lot! But it’s mostly sadness ):

so! Skinned people…singing a choir. Lovely isn’t that that’s such. a nice image.

Tape recorders! They appear whenever they want and I still don’t understand them.

Martin commits Arson and I admit, i smiled. He should do it again some time. He didn’t get to burn the von Closen letter though, hm. Elias. really didn’t believe martin would do anything. He really thought he would just stand around, he didn’t keep an eye on him and oh look where that got him (: martin is so much more than that.

The Strangers realm is uh. fun. love that. You become so disoriented you don’t even know what existing is, love that!

But i want to talk about Daisy. I don’t know what’s going on with that, she sounded like she turned into a wild animal—and i said she may be influenced by The Hunt but I didn’t think like..that. that was TERRIFYING he just !!! He’s dead !!! Holy shit she killed him and she laughed, she CACKLED, she doesn’t even have a weapon did—DID SHE BITE HIM????  TAKE A LIL CHOMPER???? THAT SEEMS A REASONABLE APPROACH IM SCARED )):

And then they took her. she’s GONE. Daisy’s gone ):

N Basiraaaa.......I thought they were girlfriends and Daisy is just..):

Basira was just trying to make sense of everything she was trying so hard I love her sm

JON SOUNDED SO SAD he sounded so defeated so..done. He thought he lost, everything was for nothing and he was a failure and he just sounded so sad no my blorbo ueueuehdhb 

Then he went I See You and i think that’s when he got spooky eye powers Power Up anyways

TIM. POP OFF i’m so fucking sad I love him so much i love all of them i am so attached HES DEAD !!!! MY BOY HES DEAD HES DEAD ):

“I don’t forgive you, but thank you.” SCREAMING CRYING HE DID IT HE STOPPED THE RITUAL AND IT COSTED HIS LIFE BUT,,,,,HE DID IT,,,,,

ENOUGH LAMENTING there’s my reaction, now to THINKING.

A while back it was said that right after The Unknowing on the checklist, the one right next in line was Rite for the Watchers Crown.

I don’t trust this. Elias is going to win, and with The Stranger out of the way, forced to restart, The Beholding can break through. They were trying to take him down, but they have nothing on The Eye. It’s going to come back. Elias isn’t scared, the bastard, he knows it’s gonna come. The Eye will win.

Jon is..comatose. That’s what i’m getting. He should be dead but he’s got too much spooky boy in him so it just doesn’t work :/

He’s seeing statement after statement but why these particular ones? Does it matter that it’s these particular statements? Where is he? Is he even dreaming? is he in another place between life and death, or is that what a dream is after all?

Is it because these are the statements were people Surely survived because they came in and talked to him? That’s why they’re engraved in his mind deeper? He met these people?

Save my boy ):

skipping Elias part, glad he got punched.

PETER LUKAS !!!! Peter <3 Hes the boss now, I guess he was looking to hire martin, he was. becoming the boss soon. Probably what Elias called him over for so he though he should get to know everyone <3

I really like him, he seems like a happy, cheerful fellow, even willing to pay for therapy.

Don’t like that last line though. “we’re going to do great things, Martin. Great. Things.”

Please don’t be super duper evil ur so cool.

this podcast is driving me insane i need to listen to season 4 NOW

[organic-guacamole]

episode 210 here we go

awww seb doing the intro

congratulations to milky white and her baby chocolate milk😌

seb is so funny

but seriously, clean up that milk fast or else it will smell so bad in there....

was that Lauryn just randomly doing cartwheels? idk any theatre kids irl but that seems like it's a common thing...

is it just me or has ms Jenn been getting more harsh to Ricky and Seb mainly-

like what did they do to her

no because I actually snorted with laughter at the "you came back" WHAT IS THAT VOICE-

AND THE MASK OMG

yeah so my throat hurts now

I'm dying over here

KOURTNEY'S FACE

SAME GIRL SAME

Ricky's fake death got the whole place in tears /s

he looks like an asthmatic walrus

Seb's on piano, I love

we all know if he was the beast we'd all actually be crying✋

ok but I listen to Julia's version of home on Spotify when I want to cry-

right so gimme a second

is Ricky scratching his face.....while he's dying?

"belle i-" *flop*

round of applause to Ashlyn for trying to make Ricky's earthworm seizure look less.... yknow

Kourtney's just dying there

WAIT IS THAT NATALIE

did she really just disappear for 9 episodes just to come back and stare dramatically into the camera

WAIT SCRATCH THAT SHES HERE TO MURDER ASHLYN AND RICKY

oh so Ricky's wearing a gay shirt now too

so that's the real reason why Rini broke up, see y'all next season when Gini and caswen become canon /j

wait that was a long intro scene-

what was that look Carlos-

TALK TO MY BOY OR ELSE

carlos' run is so funny to me

therapist Ashlyn to the rescue

"that is...super" son you good?

ms Jenn call Benjamin, he would willingly put his loved ones on a rocket and blast them into Venus for you....

maybe

"I don't want you kids to be disappointed" girl you do realise you're the one that's most invested in this?

"a smooth opening night" wasn't there just 1 show though-

like their opening night was closing night too

"I think I was Troy at one point" PLEASE THATS THE MOST ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF THE SEASON 1 FINALE

me Jenn looks like a serial killer during that clap and I'm lowkey scared for zacky

"I have notes"

oo if you're taking suggestions, lemme get my list

"mother is freaking out" uhhhhhh

right....'mother"

"is everyone sitting down?"

*looks around awkwardly*

*big red slowly sits*

"no..."

please seb was the only one sitting-

does that mean Carlos looked at Seb as soon as he walked in and assumed that everyone else was sitting too or am I a seblos clown🤡

"is this about the transformation"

WOW MAYBE OT IS RICKY

WOW HES A DETECTIVE FOR FIGURING THAT OUT SO QUICK🤩

YO WHY IS NATALIE HERE-

she just shows up when it's convenient? is she gonna be at the sleepover too?

Seb's heavy swallow after Carlos shouts at him makes me so sad

"I never learned how to lie but I figure if I keep my mouth closed, I can't tell the truth" *nods and smiles at Nini when she asks*

why are they casually standing up all over the pizza shop, just sit at a big table and talk instead of blocking passageways and blocking off at least 6 tables-

"how about I invite myself" WHY DO PEOPLE ALWAYS FEEL THE NEED TO INVITE THEMSELVES TO ASHLYN'S HOUSE-

YOU CAN ASK BUT JUST FORCE YOUR WAY IN?

so Cash Caswell has a bigger house than... Dennis Caswell.... who would've thought

ah yes there's the good old EJ 1.0

Nini: "boys vs girls"

Gina: *looks devastated and glances longingly at EJ*

way to be inconspicuous

"but north high should be" *cracks her knuckles in the most uncomfortable way*

good for Ashlyn for getting more confident though

oo bossy big red

"i get bossy around the power tools"

is that why Ashlyn was holding up the drill in episode 8 orrrr 🤠

oh

Lily, leave him alone please

she's literally not blinking, is that what makes her creepy?

the diss at big red and his face afterwards is priceless

isn't that similar to what Gina's mom said to her in season 1? hmmmm

but seriously please don't try to redeem lily, let us have a character to hate, or to love because they're evil.

not everyone's a good guy.

"im not liked here and I don't know what to do"

let antoine finish his salad and it'll fix everything

"hug emoji" *gags*

y'all realize Lily's literally 14?

why is she calling a 16/17 year old from another school for personal advice-

"he gets weird around tools"

I shouldn't be laughing so hard

"deja vu maybe?" awkward silence

I'm dying here I love EJ so so so so much

"where's seb"

*cuts to seb being held hostage hoping that they'd notice he's missing and go look for him*

"don't ask"

"oh ok"

"100% real faux fur" as you should queen

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Kourtney is singlehandedly saving the entire show.

Seb making finger guns make me happier than it should

why is this kinda making me want to have a co-ed sleepover with my non-existent theatre friends

YES YOU DO NEED TO TALK/SING TO SEB CARLOS THANK YOU FOR KNOWING THAT

wait what-

you haven't talked to him all WEEK-

Carlos are you stupid /hj

Benjamin is so adorable I can't

he turned around to come back for her instead of going home. you're "what do you want Jenn🙄X act isn't fooling anyone Benjamin 🙃

10101

1+4+16= 21st?

they placed 21st?

or do I just not remember how to convert to base ten

GIRL DON'T BE RUDE TO HIM, HE'S GONNA SAVE YALL

no ms Jenn, the kids are not eccentric 35 year olds.

aww sebby

is he thinking that Carlos is only with him cuz he's the only other openly gay guy at school-

son you are a perfect little bean don't put yourself down

yes they all ship portwell as they should.

they'll be throwing risotto at the wedding.

not the chocolates. stop there are no chocolates. please stop I'm dying.

Gina you don't have to explain yourself to her

it was a misunderstanding and it's in the past

why is Ashlyn still laughing-

exactly it wasn't a big deal please just move on Nini

Kourtney really be out here saving everything

WHY IS ASHLYN STILL LAUGHING

why do I feel like when Gina finally told Ash about it, she didn't think it was that funny but wanted to feel included in the inside joke so now she brings it up randomly to show that she's in on it....I totally don't do that...

"idk, the farmer type" oh son...

Ashlyn and big red are just spilling the secrets back and forth huh?

OOO EJ AND GINA SITTING IN A TREE K-I-S-S-I-

cmon guys don't look at me like that-

"she is the best" and "we're buddies" don't sound right together

"pretty boy" "sweet boy" best ways to describe EJ

I love him.

and aw he's scared of rejection so he'll hold back just to keep her happy and not awkward how sweet

is Ricky wondering if letting her go(literally his song from last episode) was the best thing he did for Nini because he doesn't feel like it now? hmmm this is getting good

why is everyone so invested in Kourtney and Howie's relationship

PACK UP THE LAZY RICKY THING

oh yes Benji, that's exactly what she's doing

she couldn't follow her dream or whatever so now she's using the kids to gain some of the success she craves. why else would she have that massive hsm poster with her name on it in huge letters in her office.

just casually grab his hand with both your hands and stare at him creepily 🥰

ship jennzzara y'all

the first bump was a missed opportunity to do the baymax "falalala" as a reference to the fact that they watched big hero six while committing arson✋

wait so big red and EJ just left Ricky in the basement and now Ricky invited Carlos when they're supposed to be at the stage?

help no Ricky looks like he's about to tell Carlos he likes him (I know it's about writing the song for seb but still, look at his body language and tell me it doesn't look like that)

Ricky is so mature about this, he really just wants Nini to be happy even though he's hurting-

baby you deserve love, maybe Nini isn't the one for you but don't say you don't deserve it

why does he keep adding bro to the end like he doesn't know how to address Carlos

PLEASE CARLOS HAVING TO ADDRESS THE BRO THING

"let's write a song when we have like 45 minutes to get to the place and help our friends possibly win $50000 at the show in 2 weeks"

"can you hit a high C?"

"that's like the bottom of my range"

why am I laughing

this is so cool to see friendship interactions that we don't normally get to see

Nini why are you being like this-

Gina did nothing wrong??

I saw that, EJ and Gina being the only ones going in the same direction👀

right so obviously Kourtney's waiting until after the menkies to get back with Howie just in case he really is just using her as a way in to east high... obviously... right?

CARLOS

OK ITS COMING GET READY YALL

Why is portwell so awkward all of a sudden

OMG EJ

OMG GINA SAY YES or not, do what you want.

the way she doubts that EJ would genuinely ask so she has to make sure it's not Ashlyn behind it

OH

THE "NOT THAT I KNOW OF"

LIKE WHAT GINA SAID TO JACK ABOUT EJ BEING HER BOYFRIEND

GUYS THEY'RE SOULMATES

I want risotto now please

THEY'RE SO SWEET AND ADORABLY AWKWARD ITS LIKEEK LITTLE KIDS

OOOOOOO what is this place that seblos is in, looks fancy....and secluded

oh wait no Ricky's just standing there

wait is it the bomb shelter

it looks so good what

HSKAGSJAGAJAGWISGSKAUASBWKSVAIWBAISBQKSHIQBWOABWOABDOQBZIQBAIAQBSIWBQISVQKSIANSGOQBSAISBKASBKWBAIABQOSBBSJAHAJAVAJSBAJHSKAHSJAHAJAJAAJAHHHHHHHH

@youranxiousnerd ARE YOU OK?

CUZ IM NOT OK

LOOK AT SEBBY'S FACE

LOOK AT HOW ADORABLE IT IS

THE LYRICS ARE KILLING ME

SEBLOS IS KILLING ME

I AM DEAD

PLEASE SEND HELP

I like to imagine that Frankie and Joe practiced this in their apartment and just had a blast with it.

or maybe that Frankie practiced in secret like what Joe did for the climb

OH THE SUITS

THATS WHERE THAT CLIP IN THE PROMO WAS FROM

AWWW SEBBY'S SO CUTE

HE'S A LITTLE MARSHMALLOW

they're still so awkward with the dance I cant

let's appreciate Frankie's voice though

this episode really was made just for the seblos and portwell stans and you gotta love it

BIG RED GET OUT

WHY DOES HE ALWAYS DO THIS

Seb's little "yeah" IS ADORABLE

you can't tell me that wouldn't have been the best time for them to say I love you....IF FREAKIN BIG RED WASN'T THERE

ok but wait Ricky needs more hugs like that, look at his face

the boy needs love

"bro" please don't let Ricky and Carlos go back to not talking because their friendship is amazing

EJ laughing at Ricky sounding like a cat coughing up a furball is so funny to me

RICKY'S FLOP GETS ME EVERYTIME

I knew it was too good to be true

ok so Ricky's dead, next in line please

this episode was so short but I love it so much. this is what I signed up for for season 2✋

[takahero]

in honour of finishing inkspell, here are some basta observations I picked up along the way. also, inkspell spoilers warning! i also have MANY MANY thoughts so i’d love to hear what you guys think to some of the questions raised

“He hadn’t changed: the same thin face, the same way of narrowing his eyes, and there was an amulet dangling around his neck to ward off the bad luck that Basta thought lurked under every ladder, behind every bush.” — pg.138

“Basta’s left hand was bandaged, Elinor noticed when he took his fingers away from her mouth.” — pg.139

“‘I’d have been here much sooner, believe you me, but they put me in jail for a while on account of something that happened years ago. No sooner was Capricorn gone than all the people who’d been too scared to open their mouths suddenly felt very brave.’” — pg.140 (see they never tell us WHY he was in prison, do they? the possibilities are endless. we know he committed atrocious things, like arson, but imagine if he got put in jail for something completely different…LOL)

“‘You wouldn’t believe how often I’ve told him there’s nothing to be ashamed of in going to jail, particularly when your prisons here are so much more comfortable than our dungeons at home.’” — pg.140 (OHHHTMGOD MEME IDEA)

“Basta flung his arm so roughly round Orpheus’ neck that his glasses slipped down his nose.” — pg.141

“‘Hold your tongue, Basta!’ Mortola interrupted him abruptly. ‘You’ve always liked the sound of your own voice.’” — pg.141

“‘Well, Silvertongue, I’m sorry it’s taken some time,’ he said in his soft, cat-like voice.” — pg.180

“‘My son always said revenge was a dish best eaten cold,’ observed Mortola.” — pg.181 (question. did basta find out about mortola’s true identity between inkheart & inkspell? do u think he realised it when mortola cried when capricorn died?)

“Basta passed a finger over his throat and winked at him.” — pg.186 (wink 2 LMAO)

“Basta bent down and picked up a rusty helmet lying at his feet. ‘What do you expect me to say?’ he growled, throwing the helmet back into the grass with a gloomy expression, and giving it a kick that sent it clattering against the wall. ‘Of course it’s our castle. Didn’t you see the figure of the goat on the wall there? Even the carved devils are still standing, though they wear ivy crowns now — and look, there’s one of the eyes that Slasher liked to paint on the stones.’” — pg.190

“‘So Basta was right after all. He’s dead, here and in the other world too.’” — pg.191 (interesting….so Basta knew Mortola’s plan wouldn’t work? he just wanted a ride home?)

“‘I’d really like to know what happened!’ he muttered. ‘I always said Capricorn wasn’t here, but what about the others?…What are we going to do if they’re all gone?’ Basta sounded like a boy afraid of the dark. ‘Do you want us to live in a cave like brownies until the wolves find us? Have you forgotten the wolves? And the Night-Mares, the fire-elves, all the other creatures crawling around the place…I for one haven’t forgotten them, but you would come back to this accursed spot where there are ghosts lurking behind every tree!’ He reached for the amulet dangling around his neck, but Mortola did not deign to look at him.

“‘Oh, be quiet!’ she said, so sharply that Basta flinched.” — pg.192

“‘You’re going to leave them here?’ That was Basta’s voice.” — pg.193 (at first I was like oh so he has a heart….but then he was mean to resa straight after this 🙄)

“‘Sorry, but he must have overlooked me, shut up in that cage as I was,’ purred Basta in his catlike voice.” — pg.377

“‘Wasn’t it Mortola who had you put in the cage to be fed to the Shadow?’ Basta just shrugged his shoulders and flung back his silver-grey cloak. Of course, he had his knife. A brand new one, it seemed, finer than any he’d ever had in the other world, and undoubtedly just as sharp.

“‘Yes, not very nice of her,’ he said as his fingers caressed the handle of the knife. ‘But she’s really sorry.’” — pg.377 (okay so it SOUNDS like he threatened/made some kind of bargain with his knife, but I strongly doubt that considering how afraid he seems of her?? i know he’s technically working for the adderhead but even by the end of the book, it seems he is far closer to mortola than adderhead. what is their relationship? or does he sincerely think she’s sorry/has deluded himself into believing such? UGH SO MANY QUESTIONS)

“Basta had always liked describing his own and other people’s abominable deeds in detail.” — pg.378

“‘But we’re not going to shoot you.’ Basta came a little closer to Fenoglio, his face as intent as that of a stalking cat.” — pg.378 …. living for all the cat references tbh

“‘He wants you to crawl on your belly to him, that’s what our noble lord and master likes. But never mind, he pays well!’” — pg.378 (yes basta all abt getting that bread LMAOOOO)

“He slowly drew the knife from his belt. Its blade was long and slightly curved.” — pg.379

“‘Hey Basta, I know you like the sound of your own voice.’” — pg.379 (AHAHAHAHA HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE CALLED OUT BASTA ON THIS NOW? IVE LOST TRACK)

“With a regretful sigh, Basta put the knife back in his belt. ‘Yes, very well, you’re right,’ he said in surly tones. ‘I need to take my time with this sort of thing. Questioning people is an art, a real art.’” — pg.380 (LMAOOOOOOO HE IS SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN)

“Basta. The same thin face, the same twisted smile. Only the clothes were different. Basta was no longer wearing his white shirt and black suit with the flower in his buttonhole. No, Basta now wore the Adderhead’s silvery grey, and he had a sword at his side. With a knife in his belt too, of course. But he was holding a dead chicken in his left hand.” — pg. 455

“‘Yes, they are!’ purred Basta. ‘The little witch, and the fire-eater into the bargain. It was well worth the wait. Even though I’ll probably never get that damned flour out of my lungs again.’” — pg.455 (ok….so who’s gonna draw basta sitting amongst the flour AAHHAHA)

“‘Servant? Who’s a servant here? Just listen to him. As bold as if he’d never felt my knife! Have you forgotten how you screamed when it cut your face?’” — pg.457 … don’t call basta a servant…..noted

“‘Oh, don’t look so disbelieving, little witch, I still can’t read and I don’t intend to learn, but there are enough fools around the place who can, even in this world.’” —pg. 457 (i wonder how much capricorn influenced basta’s views on reading. because capricorn said that he learnt how to read from a maid, right? so basta certainly wouldn’t have trash-talked reading in front of him. and even after living in OUR world for nine years, I’m still surprised that he never attempted to learn, given how dependent we are on it. anyway my headcanon is that he secretly wants to, but doesn’t want to give others the satisfaction of knowing they have something he doesn’t. also nobody he knows would be willing to teach him (unless he threatened them) bc of his obviously violent and short-tempered nature…and learning requires so much patience. still, though, would love a fic of basta being taught how to read in secret and having some kind of positive interaction)

“‘You’re even more talkative than you used to be, Basta.’ Dustfinger’s voice sounded as if he found this tedious.” — pg.458 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH IM DYING. honestly the animosity between them was just. A+++

“Basta was in an even worse state. He was sitting close to Mortola, his face so red and swollen that Meggie almost failed to recognise him. But he had escaped death once again. Perhaps the good-luck charms he always wore worked after all.” — pg.526

“The sunlight falling into the room made Basta’s face look like a boiled lobster.” — pg.575 

“Basta put his hand to the amulet hanging around his neck. It was not a rabbit’s paw, as he had worn in Capricorn’s service, but something that looked suspiciously like a human finger-bone.” — pg.581 (THIS STILL IRKS ME SO MUCH)

“The Piper straightened his back, as ready to attack as the viper on his master’s coat of arms…He was a good head taller than Basta.” — pg.582 WHY DO I KEEP FORGETTING HES NOT TALL LMFAO

“The two men were standing so close that the blade of Basta’s knife wouldn’t have fitted between them.” — pg.582 HAHAHAJAHAAJAHAHHAAHAHAHAH PKESJENE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH … IMAGINE BASTA SQUARING UP W HIS NOSE JUST SMACK BANG IN THE MIDDLE OF PIPER’S CHEST OR SOMETHING

“The Piper struck Basta in the face so hard that his head hit the door frame. Blood ran down his burned cheek in a trail of red. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. ‘Take care to avoid dark corridors, Piper!’ he whispered. ‘You don’t have a nose any more, but one can always find something else to cut off.’” — pg.582-583 THIS SCENE WAS SIMPLY……CHEF’S KISS

are you serious is he dead??? WHAT. okay I knew dustfinger’s love for farid would be the end of him and basta being the instrument to rip that away from him was totally heartrending. i WISH it had been more climactic? like dustfinger unleashing his fury and fighting basta, blind with anger and grief. THE DIALOGUE POTENTIAL BETWEEN THEM AS THEY FINALLY TALK ONE-ON-ONE, and then some revisiting of the scene where dustfinger has the opportunity to kill basta but AGAIN withholds because killing is not in his nature….THEN MO IN SHINING ARMOUR SWOOPS IN TO DO THE JOB

now, off to inkdeath!