#i literally had a guy in class who only weared shirts with big ass brand logos all over them in class

[snacc-noir]

Unseal and Reveal pt2

Ao3

Part 1

Adapted from this post

Summary:

Adrien asks Marinette to fake date him after his father finds a pink ‘love note’ containing just her name on it

— but it was really the emergency note Ladybug gave him in case he needed to know her identity

Adrien has screwed up. 

But before anything begins, he’d like to make it very clear that he’s only ever had good intentions, believable smiles, and incredible lying ability – no matter what his friends say (“You once told Alya you had a great dentist so Marinette wouldn’t be suspicious”), because he’s kept the fact he’s Chat Noir under wraps and no one has been the wiser. 

Then again, Chat Noir is stylish, handsome, incredibly dressed, insanely hilarious, im(pecc)ably ripped, totally— 

Yeah, so Adrien just can’t live up to that (If it came down to it, he’d totally fall in love with himself if circumstances allowed.), and thus his identity is pretty secure , unlike his self-esteem on a good day. 

Specifically, today. 

Because he has screwed up.  

So yes, he’s somehow the best and worst liar ever, which probably likens to how it isn’t his secret identity that he Accidentally (three underlines for ‘accidentally’) reveals, but, uh, someone else’s. 

Ladybug’s. 

He knows Ladybug’s identity.  

But hey! Hey— remember, her idea. It was never him who suggested the ‘let’s write our names on letters in case we need to know in an emergency’, as that was definitely her. 

He’s screwed everything up, but it was definitely her. 

“Did you know? ” 

“Duh,” his kwami’s gravel voice says, “I know everything.” 

Adrien’s hands are rousing his hair so much at this point he might expose himself as Chat Noir if anyone went by his lean windows. “You knew this whole time!? That Ladybug is– That she’s– That—”  

All air escapes him in a corrupt elongated syllable. He flops on his Extra King size bed with silk sheets and fluffed pillows, almost knocking his model agency’s branded hydro-flask onto the desk adjacent with three exorbitant monitor screens. Oh, how difficult his life is.  

“You’re so pathetic.” 

He is.  

“This is hilarious.” 

It is not.  

‘“What am I supposed to do, Plagg?! Call her? ‘Hey love of my life, it’s me Adrien, but you also know me as Chat Noir. I accidentally found out your identity and long story short, my household thinks we’re dating and wants you over for dinner. Are you up for fake-dating and not killing me, please?” 

His kwami skulls a camembert roll. “I’m down for that idea.” 

Adrien pegs a sock. 

“How are you so calm?” 

“I shrugged in the face of dinosaur extinction. Your damsel in distress crisis – you’re the damsel, by the way – and ‘oohhh no, I’m so in love’ hullabaloo is nothing.” 

Adrien’s frown deepens. “I don’t sound like that.” 

“You do. Your voice goes like eee .” 

“What? No it doesn’t” 

“You’re right, it’s more like ahhh . ” 

The heat in Adrien’s acid eyes smarten. He crosses his arms, huffing in a way he hasn’t since early childhood, and glares at his ceiling. “I’m done talking to you.” 

He isn’t, of course, as there’s only one person in his life he can complain to about his array of #RelatableTeenBoy issues, like ditching your favourite topic of Physics one class to cater to a Giant Baby akuma (again) and being late due to lack of places to change into your skin-tight cat suit (you know; just those little things). And by Hawk Moth’s insufferable menacing he isn’t letting that outlet fall from under him. He needs to clear his thoughts, because believe him, there is a lot to sift, and it doesn’t help when part of this whole catastrophe has left him with the knowledge that— 

“Marinette is Ladybug!” 

Plagg has moved to Adrien’s three-panelled computer desk and is clicking through something. “I’m so glad you’ve caught up.” 

“And if she’s Ladybug, that means,” he goes on, white overshirt sleeves now uneven as he animates his words with a pillow, “she was just saying to me – to Chat – she was in love with him to save her identity! And there’s another boy she’s in love with! And–! And I might know who it is!” 

“Who?” Plagg asks, the volume juxtaposing his welder’s. 

“I said 'might’.” 

The keys click louder. “You mean because you know Ladybug in real life you could have met him before? Or you actually know him?” 

“I don’t know! I just know that Marinette’s… She’s in love with another guy.” The earlier exhilaration drains and his chest feels hollow and soul-sucking. “Wait– I can’t ask her to be my fake-girlfriend!” 

The destructive god scrolls through the itemised shopping cart to double-check his fromage orders without any fear of his owner noticing. Well you obviously don’t have a choice. Your dad wants her over for dinner. Besides, it’s Ladybug, remember? She’ll do anything to help a friend out.” 

Ladybug. 

Marinette. 

Of course.  

There are still many things that don’t add up (Multimouse: just how?) but of course. 

He can’t risk his own identity and hers to his father. He must keep the façade up. And if that mean s falling on his knees in front of who unarguably should be the most glorified woman in the world, crying to her to please just be his fake – very much, but unfortunately fake – girlfriend.  

He will. 

He’ll do it right now. 

- 

“I can’t believe you chickened out.” 

Walks to school, even with the cost of waking up earlier, are always more refreshing than drives in cold silence. The freedom here is less pale, and he can hiss at Plagg all he wants with only the dignity loss of onlookers noticing him crankily talking to himself. 

“Oh wait, yes I can. Because you’re a coward~. ” 

“I did not ‘chicken out’,” Adrien snaps. “And I’m no coward. I just— I need to speak to her in person instead. This way, she didn’t have to receive an unwanted call so late.” 

 “You mean six?” 

He huffs. “Marinette needs all the sleep she can get.” He pokes the creature back into his overshirt. “She’s always so busy. Even you’ve seen her collapse in class. Wait—!” 

The only one that waits is himself, columned with the line of trees ahead, locked in the interval of his soap opera as his audience darts for a shiny rock near a fire hydrant. 

“Because she’s Ladybug too! Of course! Of course! This makes so much sense! She’s so tired and overworked! It’s no wonder she’s all over the place – in the best of ways, I mean, she’s literally adorable when she’s frantic. Wait, have I always thought that? Have I always seen Marinette as the cutest thing ever? Her spluttering is so endearing. And if she’s already so tired, I can’t make her fake date me, too! She’s already so stressed! I’d literally be the scum of the earth if I even dare—” 

Plagg is staring at him with flat interest. Humbly aware of his judgement, Adrien swallows, letting the air untense and clams his hands – eager to narrate his animated allegory – in his pockets in strife to get a grip.  

He sighs. 

“What if I mess it up, Plagg?” 

He inventories his new rock in Adrien’s satchel. A hymn of silence roots in the place of what should be a snide remark. But there is no fed-up comment, just a kwami wriggling under his overshirt out of sight and a solemn voice that issues from it,  

“Kid, you’re partners. You work together. You forgive each other. You trust each other. And if Ladybug trusts you,” he sticks his head out a little more, “find it in you to trust yourself. You won’t mess this up if you put her and her identity’s safety first, which I know you will, because you love her and you’re a great hero.” 

Adrenaline dampening, Adrien smiles.  

“Thanks, Plagg.” 

- 

Marinette has never believed in bad luck until she met Chat Noir (fifty Mr Pigeon akumatisations this year with a feather allergy? The next lucky charm is going to be an Epi-pen) and for a while, she didn’t believe in good luck, even with being Ladybug. 

But that was then. Back then, meaning like, ten minutes ago before she was invited to stay back after PE by Adrien. 

Right now, though? Right now, she’s decided she’s going to hand-sew a bedazzled shirt embossed with, “Goddess of Luck” to wear while Ladybug on patrol (and on the back, a quote she woke up to on Instagram this morning: ‘“can also kick ass” – Adrien Agreste’ (she took ten screenshots when he posted that)), because Marinette has good luck.   

“You’ll be doing me a huge favour,” the ass-kicking quoter says on an afternoon she has not planned to receive the most exciting request of her life. 

And you know what she says? 

You know what the stuttering girl who may as well trademark the word ‘GAH’ she falls that much, says? 

You’ll never guess. 

No really, you won’t. 

Because turns out, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is more than just accomplished. 

So what if she thrones the winning title of a Gabriel fashion comp? What even matters of being class president and an all-around likable person? Who takes notice of another fashion mogul inviting you to live in New York because of your talent? ––An invitation you had to decline because, you know, being Paris’ zero-pay superheroine has a sprinkle more of importance. And oh, did she mention she’s Ladybug? Because she’s Ladybug. A superhero.  

But none of that matters right now. 

“I’d be happy to help.” 

Because she’s said yes.  

She—Marinette McStutter Dupain-Cheng—has said yes with her mouth (not vague hand animations over blubbering nonsense) to Adrien, and although her muscles are locked with their key over the Eiffel tower (and the tiny detail that her thoughts are screaming so much she can’t hear a thing of his relief and numerous ‘thank you’s), she’s still said yes!  

Screw every other accomplishment. She’s said yes to being Adrien’s fake girlfriend. 

Ladybug? Nah, that’s Mrs. Fake Agreste to you.  

Good luck is real.  

Okay but sure, ‘Fake girlfriend’ doesn’t exactly live up to ‘Very real girlfriend’, but being a fake isn’t that bad! She’s seen Lila do it every day for months – oh, hang on, no actually the term ‘fake’ has very negative and huge implications, then. However, in Marinette’s heavenly-blessed case, ‘fake’ means she’s doing a very big favour for a friend and is going to get more time with Adrien – just to name a few positives.  

“Seriously Marinette, you have no idea how much this means to me. I can’t believe I’m so lucky to have a friend like you.” 

‘Oh honey, I’m the lucky one. ’ 

“It’s– It’s no problem! Yeah! Really, I’ll come to dinner, no problem! It can’t be too hard. I can be your girlfriend! Eugh– Pretend girlfriend. It’s not hard being in love with you! I mean– Ugh!” 

The monstrosity that is the never-shutting-up hole in her face is blocked off by frantic hands, stifling the last of her eloquent groan. But peering up, she realises she really has underestimated how much this means to Adrien, because he looks like he’s poised on a cliff of ecstasy ready to fall – eyes verdant, big, and lushed over with a hue of moisture that twinkles, and a smile so bright and toothy the sunlight hollowing out the remaining shade of the PE stadium glints off it.  

In fact, her mess of a speech is such a compliment to Adrien that her locked-limbed body is suddenly engulfed by his. Startled in delightful senses of the word, she squeaks, and he quickly pulls away, face a few rose tones darker than before as his hands twitch at his side unsurely. 

“Uhh, I guess we have to get planning.” 

She watches in transfixed attraction as Adrien picks both their schoolbags up, finally blurting (without any squeak, she may add), 

“Y–Yes. We do.” 

(she didn’t say any stutter, so shut up.) 

“Would your father let you come over right now since school’s almost finished?” 

He casts a look to the exit thoughtfully. His flawless side-profile in high resolution before her, she sees the corner of his mouth quirk up in an unsettling familiar way, as if his whole charisma shifts to someone else’s.  

They do need to plan; to run away together, where only they share this odd secret - a place alone together where they'll look each other eye-to-eye and practice their sonnets of love to construct a believable facade for his father-

“It’s more fun sneaking to my girlfriend’s house, isn’t it?” 

That time, she squeaks.

And comes to the daunting realisation:

Marinette is screwed. 

[delightfulstarlightparadise]

Imagine Reader/Katsuki Bakugo

It has been a long time since I last watched or read BNHA but I have found myself really wanting to write some of these because of tiktok. So, please, forgive me if I take some stuff out of the anime context. Also, there has been a long time since I last wrote something in English. Forgive me if I make some mistakes.

Context: You are a new student in class, your quirk is regenerating (just like Deadpool) underneath the school chlothes you always wear a special long sleaved shirt with turtleneck that fully covers your body, because it is full of scars from the regeneration.

Your personality is a defiant one.

From enemies to lovers kind of fic

Everyone is wondering where did you come from in the middle of a semester, but you can't reveal this secret. You have been keeping it to yourself and everytime people try to approach you, you make up an excuse to quickly leave.

Until this day, in which your P.E. class demands you to go through a very dangerous obstacle course. Everyone has done it and you are the last one. Nobody has ever seen your quirk in action so everybody is anxious to see how you go. Bakugo pretends not to be interested, but he watches you out of the corner of his eyes.

Aizawa approaches you and tells you not to disappoint him. You nod and go ahead. Nobody can barely see your movements, you are too fast for any of the obstacles to hit you, even the big logs that hit most of the students. "So fast!" you can hear Denki saying while you hop from obstacle to obstacle. That is how you learned to be, because using your quirk is just a last resource to you, once it always leaves you scars.

In the las obstacle you notice that you miscalculated and a log is going to hit you right in the chest. You hear everybody screaming as you hug the log and let it take you with its balance. You can feel your insides crush and spit some blood on top of it.

Iida and Midorya try to hush to help you but Aisawa stops them from doing it. It seems like he knows your quirk (of course, he is the teacher... or is there something else to it?)

Even Bakugo is now watching deeply impressed as you hop on top of the log and backflips from it to the finish line. Your uniform is kind of wrecked but your blouse is intact, so is your chest. "Wooooooow!!!!" You hear them screaming as you wipe the blood from your mouth. Momo, Mina, Sero and Denki run towards you, excited to hear how the hell did you do that, Midoriya comes through the middle of them telling you that you NEED to tell him about your quirk, he has a notebook in hands. The others are clapping. Except for Bakugo, he has crossed his arms over his chest and has a repressed angry look.

"What's up with that? That was not impressive at all."

"Ahn... you tied in time, bro" Kirishima answers.

You hear a big explosion, and somebody screaming "WHAT THE FUCK?!", everyone around you is pushed down to the sides and now the only view you have are those raging red eyes amongst the smoke coming towards you.

"I WANT A REMATCH, NOW!" He screams with a finger pointed right to your face.

You feel kind of impelled to accept, he is looking at you, chin up, as if he is better then you. Who the hell is this boy?

Actually the way he always acts like he is better then everyone else has already caught your attention in these recent days. You see how awfully he treats his friends, he is always so loud and curses all the time. Yeah, you definately don't like this guy.

You are about to say yes, but you feel Aizawa's cold look at you. Damn it!

"I am not interested." You answer, hitting his finger with a smack.

Bad choice. You can feel the heat coming from him increase as he seems ready to jump on top of you and blow you out of existence.

"BROOOO, calm down" Kirishima comes between you. "Aizawa is not diggin' it, bro."

Bakugo stares at you as if he is going to sunddely jump over Kirishima's head and kill you with his bare hands(he probably could, you can feel it), but you stare back at him and even show your teeth a little. He gets kind of impressed with it, but gets back to his angry expression. He turns to the side and goes away stomping his feet and almost literally exploding with rage.

"Hey, ahn... y/n... that was really amazing! Don't mind him, this is his way to show he was impressed" says Kirishima with the most friendly smile, before going after him.

"Kaachan is really that way you will get used to him." Midoriya says. You can feel he is ashamed.

"Who does that motherfucker thinks he is?" You say as the others around gasp.

"You don't let him hear you say that." Denki says in the thinniest voice.

You leave, also stomping your feet, that boy made you angry. Everybody stares, as they did not expect you to react like that.

...

A few days go by. Every time yours and Katsuki Bakugo's sight cross people can hear both of you growl.

You have been competing in every single activity you face: from who gets better grades to who arrives first for lunch.

There are romours going on about your quirk around the school. Some say you might have invincibility, others, that you have some sort of superspeed. No one is right. You are as misterious as when you arrived, but now people know that you really hate Bakugo. And he hates you back.

"I didn't think he could hate someone as much as he hates you." Kirishima says to Midoriya as they watch you and Bakugo have a desagreement on who arrived first at the vending machine.

"What? Kaachan doesn't hate me... was that how it looked like when he was picking on me?"

"That what it WOULD look like if you fought back." Tsuyu answers.

"Listen here, you brat, I was already choosing my drink, you can't just come and put your money ahead of me!" You say as you punch the vending machine.

"What did you just call me?! Anyways, you were TOO SLOW, I wouldn't wait." He smirks at you, pressing the number of the last Coke in the machine.

"This Coke is mine!" You answer, infuriated.

"There is some Pepsi, still."

"Son of a..."

You lean towards him to take the Coke from his hands. All of a sundden the can bursts and the drink spills all over your face as Bakugo laughs.

"Ok, it is all yours." He says, cleaning his hand in your already sticky uniform.

"Ok, that is it!" You say, and jump onto him, punching his face as you both fall on the floor.

"OH SHIT!" You hear someone scream as you punch Bakugo as hard as you can, alternating hands.

You hear people coming towards you, but you don't see them arrive, as Bakugo explodes you from off of him. You fly to the other side of the common room, falling on a table that breaks with the impact.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, ASSHOLE" you hear him screaming from the other side of the room.

You smell burnt meat. It is you, he hit you right on the chest, your shirt is ruined (if you are a female or wear a binder, it is not burned, don't worry, no tiddies out). There is a huge burn that goes from your chest to your chin. You stand up cracking your wrist and putting yourself in a fight pose.

"That is it, you fucker." you hear everyone gasp when they see the burnt slowly desappearing under a brand new skin layer. "You're dead."

You pick up a foot from the broken table and run towards Bakugou, he makes two explosions agressively on you, but you don't care. Half of your face and your hips get burned in a deep flesh wound and are quickly healed by your quirk. You hit him hard in the face with the wood. He bumps into the wall and falls sitten.

"What the fuck?!" He exclaims, watching you finish your healing process.

You are about to hit him once again, and he is about to explode you one more time, but nothing comes out of his hand and you feel the piece of wood being taken away from your hands.

"Ooooh, shit..." you hear the others saying and see them stepping away.

Aizawa is standing behind you, his eyes are furiously shaking and he is holding your piece of wood. You probably woke him up, as he is in full pijamas.

"Oh shit." You say slowly stepping away.

...

Being responsible for washing everyone's P.E. uniforms and cleaning the room for a whole month didn't sound like too much of a punishment for breaking the common room and almost killing a colleague. But... you had to do it with HIM.

"Are you gonna sweep or what?" You complain when you see he is barely doing something to clean the classroom.

"You are the one used to using a piece of wood" he says leaning against a desk you had just put in position.

"You will see where I am gonna put this piece of wood if you don't help" you answer putting the broom over your head in a threatening way.

"Let's see how many times I need to blow you up before you die!" He answers opening his hands wide besides his hips.

You are ready to start a fight when you remember Aizawa talking to you: "you should not be so fast in disappointing the last family you have." You put the broom down and sigh.

"Quitter." Bakugou says, leaning against the desk once more and putting his hands in his pockets.

"Aizawa is my uncle, you know." You say, getting back to swapping. "This is why I got to come to the academy in the half semester."

You notice he is shaken by the news, but he plays it cool.

"Why are you telling me that?" he says.

"Cause this is the only reason I don't beat your motherfucking ass." you answer.

"Ha, as if." he says smiling in a maniac way. "It took me 200 explosions to beat the shit out of Kirishima. Your quirk is similar to his in a certain way, there must be a limit. Of explosions you can take."

"I can do a whole lot of damage before my quirk starts to wear off." You answer, putting the broom aside. "But I tend to doge attacks, because..."

You open the shirt of your uniform, making Bakugo step back surprized, even more so when you open the zipper of your special suit. Bakugo's face turns from a bright red to a pale white as he lays eyes on your body full of scars. You have all kinds of them, big, small, one specially big that goes from your hip to the beginning of your neck.

"What the f..." he seems to swallow his mean words. "So... things leave scars on you."

"The more I use my quirk, the bigger is the possibility of leaving scars."

"I bet you get into lots of fights." he says, opening smile with the side of his lips.

"Those are mostly from the accident when my parents died." you say, head down with a frown.

Bakugo stares at you kind of embarassed, not knowing what to say. He takes a step fowark, slightly reaching to you.

Then, you start to laugh.

"I'm kidding, dumbass!!!" You say, bending foward, cleaning tears from your eyes. "Yeah, I get into a lot of fights."

"You... you..." Bakugou is startled, but also angry. He doesn't know how to react.

"You should see your face! You were totally soft over me."

"I WAS NOT SOFT!"

"You were totally soft!"

Bakugou threatens you with his hands wide open, but you keep laughing at him.

That is when the door opens.

You and Bakugo turn to see professor Mic, absolutely atonished. At first you both think he has gotten you about to start a fight, but then you realize, what it actually looks like. Your shirt is open, Bakugou's hands are aiming at your chest.

You both scream. Professor Mic also screams.

Part two here:

[metalchickaf19]

The Bowers Gang: Ship #18 - Victor Criss

Request: Can I please have a ship for the Bowers gang? I’m female, straight, 5’5. I have brown hair and green eyes. I have a tattoo of two crows sitting on a branch on my lower left arm. I can be pretty sarcastic and funny. I’m also taking classes to become a dental hygienist. I like to draw and read. I normally wear ripped jeans, and a T-shirt. My favorite type of music is classic rock and pop. Thank you!

Victor likes to joke that your crow tattoo is supposed to represent you and him (cause ya’ll just have that smooth, semi-eerie vibe)...

... but Belch likes to use it to tell the same bad joke over and over again, and it’s kind of torturous 

The punchline is “Counting Crows.”

... I’ve decided to spare you the rest of it.

You’re welcome for that.

Victor sometimes helps quiz you for your dental exams, because he knows they’re important to you 

... But when I say that bro helps quiz you, I don’t just mean with note-cards and stuff (which he does do, but still - there’s more)

Let’s just say... he’s down to get really, really involved in your education

Or, fuck it, let’s just say it outright: Victor Criss will let you use his mouth to learn the locations/definitions of things, and even lets you practice procedures on him once in a while (only for run-of-the-mill cleanings though)

You can touch the dude’s teeth and everything - he won’t move 

Criss-level labor of love? I think yes 

* Sad, but still somewhat hilarious side-note *

Every once in a while, Henry asks you a “hypothetical” question about sore teeth

It’s always something relatively offhanded (i.e. what “stuff” works for tooth pain, if knocking a tooth out will make it stop hurting, etc.) but it’s pretty obvious that he has a cavity somewhere in that macho Bowers head of his, and he just doesn’t want to ask for help

You always try to give him advice that nudges him toward seeing a professional (”Try this, and see someone if it doesn’t work,” etc.), but I think we both know he’s much more likely to try to pry the tooth out of his face than to see a dentist 

Just saying - if Bowers ever disappears for a day, then comes back with a big-ass bulge on the right side of his lower jaw... you know what happened

Don’t ask him; he probably used some sort of farming tool, and it’s horrifying 

* Sad, but still somewhat hilarious side-note ended *

Victor likes to put his fingers through the rips in your jeans whenever you sit next to each other (sometimes twists his fingers up in the fibers like the sly dog he is)

Also loves the color of your eyes

Loves them

... Or, at least... he did

... Until Patrick had to ruin it by commenting on how similar your eyes looked to his (”Just imagine it’s me staring back at you every time you’re pounding that little pussy, Criss” *Highly unnecessary Hockstetter cackle*) 

I’m just kidding, Criss still loves your eyes, girl - but Patrick will try to psyche him out about them literally 24/7, so be prepared to fend that shit off 

Hey, guess what?

There’s never been a bigger fan of yourself than the one and only, Belch Huggins

Dude loves your music taste (and is pretty fond of you in general), so he always takes your song recommendations first in the Trans-Am - literally ignoring the rest of the guys

At this point, it’s just common knowledge that you get to play whatever tapes you come loaded with the second you get in the car, regardless of who had dibs before you

... Henry has made a problem out of this many times

It’s low-key (aka: high-key) only because he knows the guys think your music “goes harder” than his though, so don’t worry about it - Bowers is just jelly right now 

You constantly sketch out tattoo ideas for Victor even though he insists he doesn’t want one (sometimes looks like he might change his mind when you hold your drawings up against him, though)

All in all, a seriously cute relationship that I see no end for in sight 

Love, peace, happiness, group acceptance?

All present and accounted for, my friend - enjoy you’re super sweet Victor Criss-brand life

[dapper-ships-herself]

Should you fight my f/os?

Tagged by @megane-shipping @rose-wine-selfships @firebird-inkheart

I have many f/os, so this isn't all of them but I still did a fair number of 'em.

Also the rating system confused me but I did my best.

Dazai: He looks pretty scrawny, and while he is a pretty good fighter fighter through skill he isn't the physically strongest opponent, but you still wouldn't be able to beat him. He'd come up with some sort of plan where you'd probably think you'd won but then you turn around and oop no Dazai won. How does that work? Who fucking knows.

No fighting Dazai. 2/10

Erza Scarlet: She will kick your ass with the power of friendship and her eighteen thousand swords. Are you kidding me? She's queen of the fairies, no way. Beating her up only inspires her to win for the sake of her guild.

No fighting Erza. 1/10

Shinobu Kocho: She will poison you with a smile on her face. Unless your name is Douma, I would not recommend (ouch).

No fighting Shinobu. 4/10

Chuuya Nakahara: if you're looking to get crushed by a manlet in a fancy hat, then go for it. He's quite possibly one of the strongest ability users out there, but tell him Dazai called him a nerd or whatever and he'll fly into a rage that you can either use to your advantage or will result in you being crushed faster.

No fighting Chu-tan. 1/10

Yosano Akiko: Holy shit what? You're going to fight her? She will hack you to pieces, put you back together, and then repeat, repeat, repeat until she has to go and catch a sale.

No fighting Yosano. 4/10

Howard Phillips Lovecraft: You have a chance so long as he continues to give into his tiredness, he may simply lay there while you beat the shit out of him. Make sure you keep him from going all eldritch monstrocity on your ass though.

Not advised to fight Lovecraft. 3/10

Edgar Allen Poe: He's baby, why would you fight him? I know his best friend is a raccoon and he looks like he hadn't been outside since he was a baby, but what would you accomplish by fighting him?

To remain a decent person no fighting Poe. 5/10

Mark Twain: He's allergic to wearing shirts properly and thinks he's all buff and stuff, but you can punch him in the eye and knock him the fuck out. His little doll friends ain't gonna do shit. So long as you get too close for him to snipe you, you've got this.

Fight Mark. 7/10

Margaret Mitchell: I would really rather you not, she's napping. If you did, though, be ready to get caught in your own personal tornado while she rants about restoring her families honor. Unless your name is Akutagawa, be careful.

Not advised to fight Margaret. 5/10

Higuchi Ichiyo: She's certainly not the most formidable opponent, but she would gladly cut a thousand bitches for the sake of getting senpai to notice her.

You could fight Higuchi but it's not advised. 6/10

Gin Akutagawa: You wouldn't even hear her coming. The thought of fighting her would be brand new and then whoops, you've got a knife to the throat. She's not a leader of the black lizards for no reason.

Not advised to fight Gin. 4/10

Beelzebub: There is a chance that he would literally eat you, but for the most part while he is a big, beefy demon, he's also a teddy bear; he'd probably let you punch him over and over with a straight face. Stay away from his food and you should be fine.

Maybe fight Beelzebub. 6/10

Mammon: On one hand, he is the second most powerful of his brothers, he could easily destroy you. On the other hand, boy gets beat up verbally and physically by his brothers every damn day and has a mountain of insecurities, poke at those and you could probably win. Or make him even more mad. It's a gamble with the avatar of greed, my guy.

Maybe fight Mammon but not advised. 5/10

Jae-ha: He's a quick fellow, and his aim with those daggers is pretty spot on, it'd be very difficult and your best chance would be to try and ground him so he can't use his dragon leg. Although, he's a pervert and would probably like getting beat up, so you could win simply by that

Not advised to fight Jae-ha unless he's feeling especially nasty: 5/10

Chain Sumeragi: She can literally make herself completely undetectable and then stick her hand through you to play with your insides, unless you can get past that somehow, you're fucked.

No fighting Chain. 3/10

Steven Alan Starphase: He will Esmeralda Blood Freeze you before you can even blink and the shatter you into ice cubes for his drink. He ain't afraid to get his hands dirty.

No fighting Steven. 3/10

The Happy Huntresses: They're an experienced team of top of their class huntresses; four badasses trained not only to fight people but also giant evil monsters.

No fighting the happy huntresses. 4.5/10

Meis and Gueira: I mean they look decently tough with those bikes and the armor and the fire, but everytime we see them in a fight they get their asses handed to them in like two seconds. Best to be equiped with a fire extinguisher or like some ice cubes to chuck at 'em.

Maybe fight them. 6/10

Aizawa Shouta: Your best bet is to catch him in the middle of a nap, but please be so careful not to wake him up, he's most likely be so cranky that he'd forget he's a hero and snap your neck.

Not advised to fight Aizawa. 5/10

Idia Shroud: His scrawny ass barely ever leaves his room, he hasn't lifted anything heavier than his phone ever, he's a flaming stick basically.

You could fight Idia. 7/10

Sesshomaru: He has very little mercy to spare and has killed a great deal of people and demons.

No fighting Sesshomaru. 2/10

Annie January: She is capable of blinding and throwing you across the room with a beam of light from her hands and can lift like thirty two times her bodyweight. Unless you also have superpowers, would not recommend.

Not advised to fight Annie. 5/10

Byleth: She's a skilled fighter on her own, but she also has an army of feral students ready to beat the shit out of anyone who messes with their proffessor.

No fighting Byleth. 4/10

Shatina: Her greatest joy is beating people up and watching them bleed, she steps on and torments even her closest allies on a near daily basis. She would crush you and the go right back to drinking.

No fighting Shatina. 4/10

Maeve: I'm actually not sure what kind of fighting ability she has, but why would you want to hurt a goddess?

No fighting Maeve. 5/10

Ban: He's a member of one of the strongest groups of fighters in the land, and he's able to almost immediately regenerate after any and all damage. Also, he's like 10 feet tall, what are you going to do? Chew on his ankles until they snap off? They grow right back.

No fighting Ban. 4/10

Joxter: Fucking feral cat man, too lazy to fight back. Kick his ass.

Fight Joxter. 8/10

Shigure Sohma: Please fight Shigure, please. I will put my bet on you and watch.

Please fight Shigure. 9/10

Vodka: She's used to fighting giant fallen angels, she'd have no trouble kicking your ass and looking good while doing it. Also, she could simply send her hawk Andre to peck out your eyes before she even has to do any work.

Not advised to fight Vodka. 5.5/10

Jordan 'JD' Davies: They're the Jersey Devil. Literally, the Jersey Devil. They'd burn you to a crisp with their fire powers. But, your chances of victory aren't zero if you could find a way to deal with that. They're strong, but you could find a way with a fist fight. Fuck knows they deserve to be fought.

You probably shouldn't but fight JD anyways. 7/10

Zoro: You're going to fight a guy who wields three swords? One of which he sticks in his mouth? He's clearly crazy. Also I'm pretty sure he cuts a mountain in half at some point or something like that? So there's that to take into consideration. You're best bet would be to also be amazing with swords.

No fighting Zoro. 3/10

Nami: She's not the most powerful out of all of all of her crew, but if you beat her you will leave afterwards and notice that your wallet and all your valuables that you had on you are missing and she's already sailing away.

You could fight Nami but you will be poor afterwards. 7/10

Mollymauk Tealeaf: Hasn't he been through enough?

No fighting Molly please. 5/10

Zora: She will turn you into a literal baby, how do you plan on beating her up as an infant with your chubby lil baby hands?

No fighting Zora: 4/10

And I wanted to include some familial too

Yukichi Fukuzawa: Have you seen him fight with a sword? You won't even see him draw it.

No fighting Fukuzawa. 2/10

Ogai Mori: He will trick you into thinking he's merely a simple, friendly neighborhood physician, and then the moment your back is turned there will be a scalpel buried deep in it. Also, he has a demon baby at his command.

No fighting Ogai. 2/10

Kouyou Ozaki: You might think you're sneaking up on her, but her Golden Demon will cut you down without her even needing to look away from admiring the flowers and sipping her tea.

No fighting Kouyou. 2/10

Oda Sakunosuke: HASN'T HE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH.

No fighting Oda PLEASE. 4/10

Ranpo Edogawa: While he has eaten nothing but processed sugar since the day he was born, he will eviscerate you with his words and leave you too mentally beaten to lift a finger. Stuff your ears with some cotton and kick his scrawny ass. The rest of the detective agency will come after you, though.

Not advised but go ahead and fight Ranpo. 5/10

Yumeno Kyusaku: So much as look at this child wrong, much less lay a finger on them, and I will be the one fighting you.

NO FIGHTING YUMENO. 0/10

Lio Fotia: I know he looks like a dandy who was abandoned and raised by a biker gang, but he is also the strongest known burnish. The only thing saving you is his code against killing.

Not advised to fight Lio. 4/10

Laxus Dreyar: He's an asshole, and I completely understand wanting to fight him, but he is jacked as shit with the power of lightning at his finger tips.

It's not smart but I would like to watch you do it anyways. 2/10

Noctis Lucis Caelum: He'd rather fish than fight you, but he is capable of taking down giant monsters and mini armies with the ability to teleport. Tell him Hot Topic is going out of business and he'll crumble.

Not advised to fight Noctis but eh maybe you could. 4/10

Pretty sure all the people I would've tagged have already done it? So do this if you want to.

[purplesurveys]

495

Do you like oatmeal raisin cookies? If I’m starving to death, I can eat them provided that I manually remove the raisins. But if there were other options I could leave it easily. Which smells better - Pez or Play-Doh? I’ve never come into contact with Pez, so Play-Doh is my pick by default. I don’t feel bad about it though cause their clay smells gooooooddddd. Does your hair reach your boobs? Surprisingly, no. It used to grow back really quick in the past, but right now it’s only up till my collarbone and I haven’t had a trim since almost a full year ago. When are you having spring break? Never? And how will you be spending that time? I won’t be?

Have you ever had a crush on celebrity no one knew about? HAH, yes. Wrestlers are technically celebrities and boy is my one guy crush all up in that alley. Do you have a Roku? No, we don’t...I don’t think that’s a thing here. What's something that fills you with anxiety? Pending meetings. Even though I’ve never had one bad meeting in my life, I always think that the next one is gonna go terribly. I never have gotten used to it. Do you like Anthony Green or Jack White? I have no idea who both of them are. I guess the Gen Z-ness is strong here hah. Do you think you're attractive? I know I look okay but like I’m not gonna voluntarily parade myself as ‘attractive.’ Do you drink coffee on a daily basis? No, not daily. Probably 1-3 times a week. I love coffee but I know how bad the effects can be sometimes, so I try not to rely on it for every situation. Do you have strict parents or are they more chill? They were strict when I was a kid, which I understand now because I was a PRETTY FUCKING DUMB KID. I could never clean my school backpack, I took 5 hours to finish meals, I lost every phone ever handed to me, I failed math exams, I lost activity sheets from school and missed assignments here and there, and I stopped playing with every toy I was bought mere days after it was bought for me. I was an absolute nightmare...then I kinda gave myself a huge kick in the ass when I started growing up for real and matured from there. My parents have seen the development through my teens so they've grown to be super chill these days. At what age did you move out of your parents? (or what age will you?) I don’t have a definite plan when it comes to age, but hopefully in the next couple of years.

What age do you think is too old to still live with your parents? Probably like 30. Filipino family culture works a little differently, and parents don’t mind if their kids live with them a little longer. Do you think Clinton Kelly looks like a less scruffy Bradley Cooper? Ok I had to look up this dude so I know what you’re talking about...and hey you know what you’re kinda right! Just in some angles though. Do you always download the free songs on iTunes? I never did this. Have you ever loved a boy who was dating some other girl? Welp, I’ve never loved a boy, period. Is your hair all the same color? Yes. It’s all black, never been touched other than the yearly haircut. Have you ever tie dyed anything? We had to tie-dye a shirt for home econ in Grade 6. Do you know anyone who says 'wow' a lot? That would be me. I can always find a way to use it regardless of how I’m feeling lmfao. Have you ever watched Bob's Burgers? Nope. How many cardigans do you own? One. It used to be Gabie’s but she gave it to me because she says it’s too small for her.

Denim, leather or varsity jacket? Denim! Goes with everything, except denim jeans. Has a teacher ever caught and read a note you were passing in class? No, not like that exactly. But I was once reprimanded because I was the one caught with a note that was being passed around in class that whole time. Like out of everyone in that class, that teacher - who obviously hated me - chose to pick me as her target for that day. I hated the kid who started that note for the rest of the year.   Do you know anyone who is afraid of horses? I don’t think so. Do you clean things that are already clean when you're bored? Nope. I like cleaning, but it is NOT one of the things I do when I’m bored. How did you spend Valentine's Day? I don’t even remember...malls don’t take bookings on Valentine’s, so Gab and I had to go to like three different restaurants before we were able to settle in Barcino, which I didn’t even enjoy 100% because it was at that moment that I found out I don’t really like Spanish cuisine. Do you get President's Day off at your school? No. We don’t have that ~holiday~ and UP would NEVER take part in it if we did. Would you rather live in a tropical or arctic climate? I’ve lived in tropical climate my whole life and I could do with some change. What is the last thing you took that wasn't yours? My dad’s car keys. Do you have an older brother? Not biologically, but I’m very close with my eldest cousin and he’s pretty much a big brother to me. What do you do when someone overweight complains about being overweight? My girlfriend does this and what I do is to find something really pretty about her for that day, let her know about it, and keep repeating it so that she feels less shitty. Is there any Irish, Scottish, or Danish in your heritage? None at all. Do you find Asians attractive? That’s my race, so sure? Is it racist to ask if a specific race is attractive or not to someone? Yes. Have either of your parents ever been to jail? They haven’t. Have you ever been to jail? I have a very vague memory of my parents making a stopover to a prison once, and I still have no clue why they did it.

Do you think Urban Outfitters is overpriced? I haven’t been to their store. Are your collarbones prominent? Yesss, I love my collarbones. Have you heard about the Alyssa Bustamante case? No. Bustamante is like insanely a Filipino surname though and I hope she’s just part Spanish or something? Have you ever in your life worn overalls? Yep. How did you react when you heard Whitney Houston had died? I was a little sad because it happened at a time when I was obsessed with Beyonce (and Whitney was one of her idols), but I didn’t know a lot of her songs so I forgot about it pretty quickly. Do you love yourself? What is the brand of desktop/laptop you're on right now? Apple. Are there any words you don't usually pronounce correctly? I’ve never figured out how to pronounce ‘innovative,’ for one. Do you think Helena Bonham Carter is attractive? Y E S. Would you rather listen to Dolly Parton or Dusty Springfield? Dolly Parton, but really, neither. Are you watching The Walking Dead this season? Ooh, I stopped watching 4-5 seasons ago. It sucks now. What TV shows do you keep up with? Queer Eye and Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Are you a light sleeper? When I have to sleep lightly, yes. Have you ever forgiven a cheater? I’ve never been cheated on. Would you consider cuddling cheating? Of course. What does the purse/bag you last used look like? It used to be a white tote bag, but now it’s dirty white with a coffee stain at the back lmao. It has a cute doodle of a whale shark for its design. Would you wear heeled/wedged oxfords? I wouldn’t be opposed to those. Go for it. Do you own a blazer? I do. Gunmetal, cooper, silver, or gold? Silver, if we’re talking about jewelry. When's the last time it snowed where you live? Literally never in the entire history of the planet and the universe and time. Can you make a clover with your tongue? I haven’t tried. What's your favorite coffee brand/flavor? Starbucks, caramel macchiato. Have you ever made out with a firecrotch? With a who now????? Do you listen to The Story So Far or Balance and Composure? Neither. Is your belly button pierced? It isn’t.

[davidcarner]

Pros and Cons Ch 1, Homecoming

A/N: I hear you groaning, not another one, so let me explain. I have Asperger's. Sometimes I find myself fixating on something, and that's been this new fic. So instead of fighting it, I embrace it. This fic has been in many people's hands, but something was wrong with it. I wanted something slow (I feel you rolling your eyes) but as it progressed I realized I had the chance to do something, just fun, and caperish. So, consider the first six to seven chapters the lead in. I have eight of them already completely written, and as I complete a future chapter I will update this. I'm thinking weekly, but if I should get done early...(I'm also the guy who sometimes updates every 24 hours.) As for everything else, I'm working on those to, but I do/did have dry socket, and things have slowed to a crawl, hence why I'm publishing this to give you something to read. Enjoy this one, it's been fun, and it will remain fun. There's a few more angsty moments then I've ever done (save that one shot) but it's kinda necessary. BTW, thank you Zettel for the title name. It's seen at least four different ones.

A/N 2: I need to thank Zettel, Halfachance, Angelgurl0 and Steampunk . Chuckster for help with this one. While I was writing it I was dealing with a tooth issue that turned into dry socket and small things were wrong with this one. These fine folks helped me fix it. This fic has been working its way through my brain for a better part of six months. I knew how it started, how it ended, I didn't know how the middle went and then Angelgurl0 made an innocent comment and I knew. This one is a slow burn (not 40+ chapters like some people I know) (love ya SC). One last thing. Bryce is a GOOD dude in this one (Wade1978 just disowned me) No backstabbing, no nothing, he's a good dude. I hope you enjoy Pros and Cons, Ch 1, Homecoming

A/N 3: Jenny, Sam, and Sarah are all the same person and will soon be Sarah Walker. Hopefully there is no confusion.

Disclaimer: Don't own Chuck,

The cell door buzzed open and Sam walked into the property room, and up to the property clerk. She'd been looking forward to this day for two years. She had survived and there were times she wondered if she would. She took a deep breath to settle her nerves. The property clerk studied Sam for a second, and Sam gave her a small smile. The property clerk picked up a bag beside her, and opened it.

"Samantha Lisa Garrett?" the clerk asked. Sam nodded. This was really happening. She was really leaving. Two long years were finally over and she was free again. "One pair of jeans, blue, one tee shirt, white, one vest, black, one pair of shoes, black, and one pair of sunglasses." Sam nodded. "One purse, forty-three dollars inside." The property clerk studied her. "Sam, you gotta chance, don't mess this up."

"I won't," Sam said, her throat tight. The clerk grinned at Sam, and shook her head.

"If I see you back in here, I'm gonna kick your ass," the clerk said with a grin. Sam smiled. "Bathroom's over there for you to change. Anyone here to pick you up?" Sam shrugged. "Okay, if not, the bus will be here in forty minutes."

"Thanks," she said. "And Harriet, I won't be back." Harriet gave her a smile as Sam went into the bathroom. She changed out of the prison outfit, and began to put on her own clothes. It felt like heaven not to be wearing something from the prison. The clothes still fit, which was good. If anything, they were a little looser. She chuckled to herself, she had worked out in prison, and taken self-defense classes. Guys weren't the only one's who could come out of prison fit. She wasn't jacked up or anything, she was more athletic, she ran, for endurance and cardio. While she was inside she did everything she was asked to do. She didn't cause any problems, and even took a few college courses.

She paused at the bathroom door before opening it and wondered if he'd be there. She told him not to. She told him it was time for her to move on, and he gave her that grin he always did, and those kind brown eyes of his sparkled. Where was she going to live, where was she going to work he had asked. All valid questions she had no answer for. As usual, he insisted to let him help her, even thought he had no reason to. She shook her head and smiled. He was the one person that treated her like a person, through everything, and he wanted nothing from her. Nothing at all, in fact, he had even said something about her getting back with her boyfriend. She didn't have the heart to tell him, again, that Bryce wasn't really her boyfriend, although she was sure Bryce had told him that many, many times.

She looked in the mirror at the woman in front of her, and grinned. She nodded, pleased with herself. She was twenty-four, and she had her whole life in front of her, and someone who wanted to help her. She couldn't let him, he deserved to be free of her. She was the daughter of a con man and also a former convicted felon, he didn't need her associated with him. She walked outside, and Harriet let out a wolf whistle. Sam winked at her, and walked to the door. A buzzer sounded and she walked outside into the sunlight. She had been outside in the yard during her stay, but there was no cage, no bars holding her in. It was a brand-new day for her. She had thought about changing her name, literally starting a new life. She thought about where to live, where to work. She couldn't take advantage of him, but he said he was going to make her work if she took the job. He needed a personal assistant to keep people off of him, and he trusted her. She told him he shouldn't. He gave her that smile he had that made parts of her warm she didn't like to acknowledge and told her she'd never done anything wrong to him.

"Sam," she heard his voice. She looked over, and there he was. Chuck Bartowski, co-owner of Carmichael Solutions, the company that believes everyone deserves a second chance. She snickered at that, knowing how much the tagline drove Bryce crazy. Chuck and Bryce had built it from the ground up. It had started out as a video game company, but quickly had expanded into cyber security, and even a little into the recovery of missing items, persons, and even money when fraud was involved. His breath had hitched a little when he saw her. She was so beautiful, inside and out, and seeing her made his world better. He steadied himself before he spoke. "Need a ride, pretty lady?"

"I thought I told you I had it under control," she replied, grinning, both of them knowing she was messing with him. This was just part of who they were, and he didn't know how much she appreciated him for it. Chuck just grinned like he always did.

"I mean if you don't want to drive," he said, and she realized the car he was driving was her Porsche.

"How'd you get my car?" she asked. Chuck shrugged, like it was no big deal.

"I told you I'd take care of things," he said. He had. When she went in, he told her to trust him, that he'd take care of things and in two years they'd figure everything out. He grinned at her and gave her the line she knew was coming, but was 100% Chuck Bartowski. "Everyone deserves a second chance."

"Enough, it's all I can do to get Bryce not to punch you each time you say that," she said, serious, but a grin on her face. At this point Chuck was so used to saying it just it irritate Bryce it was just automatic.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said. She walked up to him, and he opened his arms. She hugged him, like she had never hugged anyone before. He didn't realize what he was to her, he didn't realize he might be the only person in her life she could actually count on. She had had virtually no human physical contact in two years, and for him to be the first person she touched was perfect. This guy, this amazing guy, that didn't have a clue how special he was. She pulled away, lowered her sunglasses and gave him the best stern look she could.

"We're gonna need some parameters, Chuck," she said. He grinned at her, and nodded. "I'm paying for my room," she said.

"It can come out of your salary if you want," he said, shrugging.

"I plan on actually working," she added.

"Oh, Sam, you are, I need someone to keep the jackals at bay, and I know you can," Chuck said. "Look, do this for six months, a year, if you hate it, fine, but then I can give you a reference, you have a work history, and you can rebuild your life." She relented and nodded. She stopped.

"I'm paying for the car," she said.

"Uh, no, this bad boy is mine now," he said.

"Jessie is a girl, and she's not yours," Sarah said, grinning.

"Jessie?" he asked. "You named your car Jessie." She gave him a playful smirk.

"Deal with it, Bartowski," she said. He grinned.

"Gladly," he said softly. "God, it's good to see you here, in the open," he said, his arms wide as if pointing out how open it was. She took a deep breath.

"Chuck, you need to let Bryce and I go."

"I just think you two are good together," Chuck said. "You two could have a great relationship."

"Chuck, he didn't come see me like you did," she said.

"It hurt him to see you in there," Chuck said, defending his friend. Same old Chuck, seeing what he wanted to see. "You two can pick up in your relationship in no time." This was pointless.

"Chuck, I spent two years in jail, I don't think a relationship is what I need," she said, getting into the car. Chuck nodded, tossed her the keys, and walked around to the passenger side, grinning. "What?"

"You know if a guy got out of jail what he would be thinking about," he began, and trailed off grinning. She bounced a shoulder.

"I never said anything about not getting a hook up," she said winking. Chuck had a look of faux shock on his face, but it quickly faded. He sat beside her, and watched her.

"It is so good to see you out of there, you look good," he said. She did, she looked real good, but she was Sam, and no matter how bad she thought she ever looked, he thought she looked good. He had missed her. She started the car, and sighed contently. She looked over at him.

"I worked out," she said, winking, and took off. Chuck laughed and thought back to the night three years ago when the three of them met.

-ooooo-

"Where's Jill tonight?" Bryce asked over the din in the bar. He and Chuck were seated at the bar having a drink. Midterms were over, and the two were celebrating. A half of a semester was left in their collegiate careers and then, they were out of Stanford with their degrees. The two had decided long ago when they graduated they would work together. They had been joking for years about what to name their company, and Bryce had to admit he liked the name Carmichael Solutions, even if Chuck did suggest it. The tagline…it made him want to groan each time Chuck said it. Chuck wanted to fix problems, give people a chance, but they both knew it would never fly out of the gate, so they decided to make a video game first, cash in, and then expand into other endeavors.

"She and some of her sorority sisters are partying," Chuck said, a forlorn look on his face. "I guess. At least that's what she told me." Bryce studied his friend. He thought he knew what was going on, but if Chuck didn't want to see it….He decided to try the straight forward approach.

"Dude, is there someone else she's seeing?" Bryce asked. Chuck shrugged. "I don't mean to be that dude, but things sound weird, off, you know?" Chuck put down his beer and turned toward Bryce.

"I mean I don't think so," he said, as honestly as he could. "But something weird is going on. It's like one minute we're moving forward together, and the next, she's pulling away, and you know how that scares me."

"Man, not everyone is your parents," Bryce said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Jill may go, I don't know, but I'm here, Ellie is there for you, and Morgan can't wait for you to go back home."

"Thanks, Buddy," Chuck said. "Well hello," Chuck said to the blonde that plopped down beside Bryce and grabbed one of their fries. It was obvious he'd had a few, because he never would have said anything to her, or been his normal self and stumbled and stuttered. Chuck was memorized. He chided himself, he had a girlfriend, but this woman, and her blue eyes that seemed to crackle. He forced himself not to stare at her.

"I had to come over here and prevent the crime that was happening," she said. Bryce and Chuck shared a look and turned toward her. She gestured to the fries. "You're letting the fries go cold." Chuck grinned and shoved them toward her. "Really? It was really just a cheesy pick-up line to introduce myself, but I'll never turn down free fries." The two chuckled. "Okay, why the serious look. Wait, are you two together and I interrupted something?"

"Us, no," Chuck said, making Bryce laugh. "I mean, you know dude, if I was, you would make a pretty great boyfriend." Bryce gave him a look. "I mean, come on, you're handsome, smart, know all the movies, and a nerd at heart." The blonde looked at one and then the other.

"Well," she said, eating a fry. "Is it reciprocated?" Bryce studied Chuck, and shrugged.

"I mean he's in the top twenty of guys I'd ask out," Bryce replied. The blonde laughed and Chuck exploded, making her laugh even more.

"Top twenty?" Chuck replied. He stood and gestured down his long frame. "Have you seen all of this? Top twenty?"

"Well, let's be fair, you're a little tall, and I'm secure enough to say that your height would bother me a bit in a relationship," Bryce said. Chuck picked up his beer, looked at Bryce, looked away, and then to Bryce again.

"Well, that's fair," Chuck said, and took a sip of his beer. The blonde was laughing.

"I'd say you're both pretty secure," she said. "Jenny Burton," she said, holding out her hand and shaking first Bryce's hand and then Chuck's.

"I'm Bryce Larkin, and that goof is Chuck Bartowski," Bryce said, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder to Chuck. "He's wallowing in misery worried about whether or not his girlfriend is cheating on him." Jenny raised an eyebrow. Chuck was going to say he wasn't wallowing since Jenny had shown up, but he knew he shouldn't, even thought he really wanted to.

"What did he do?" she asked. Chuck put down his beer, and tried to look offended. She could tell he wasn't and smiled.

"Probably was too nice a guy, if you want the honest answer," Bryce said, shrugging. Jenny looked intrigued. Too nice of a guy? Such a thing existed? "This guy, his parents leave him, his sister raises him, and what does he do, he goes and gets a full ride to Stanford. Then he convinces me, when we get out, to start a company that is about one thing and one thing only, helping people because they deserve a second chance." Bryce turned to him and clapped him on the shoulder, pride apparent. "Most people life takes a dump on, they get mad, pout. Him, he turns it into his life work to be more, to do more." Chuck shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. Jenny studied both men for a second.

"You sure it's just top twenty?" she asked, popping another fry in her mouth, grinning.

"Top fifteen," he said, shrugging, and lifting the beer to his lips. Chuck put his near arm around Bryce's shoulders, pulling him in for a side hug.

"Top two, and you know it," Chuck said.

"Who's number one," Bryce asked, curious.

"Pete down the hall," Chuck replied. Bryce nodded.

"Yep," Bryce replied.

"Who is Pete down the hall?" Sarah asked, about to burst from laughter.

"Oh, he is only the best cook we have ever encountered, and for tutoring him, he makes us dinner all the time," Chuck said.

"Wait," Bryce said, straightening up and looking at Chuck. "You'd take me over Pete?" Chuck shrugged.

"I'm not so sure anymore," he said, grinning.

"Okay, you two have had too much I think," Jenny said, finishing off the fries.

"No, we're just relieved because we're a half a semester away from being done with college," Bryce admitted. "And he's keeping his options open if Jill is cheating on him."

"Jill is an idiot," Jenny said. "No offense." Chuck felt his insides do something with that.

"None taken," Bryce replied. Chuck was standing there, his arms out, as if to say, "I'm standing right here." "See, Jill doesn't appreciate him."

"So she's having just enough sex with him to keep him in line?" Jenny asked grinning. "One of what they're having," she said to the bartender as he came by to check on them. Chuck pulled out cash and paid for it. She gave him a look.

"We're celebrating and I feel like being nice, even if you are disparaging my girlfriend," Chuck explained. Truth be told, he wanted her to hang around, and she could disparage all she wanted to.

"If she was here I wouldn't have to disparage her," Jenny retorted. Chuck made a face mocking what she was saying. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Neither of you has a clue what that word even means," Bryce added in. "He claims she's not using sex like that, but I kinda agree with you."

"Chuck, you're a good-looking guy, funny, and apparently pretty intelligent. Plus you're just a good dude," Jenny said. "How many guys would do what you're doing? There's someone out there for you if she's not the one." Chuck felt his ears go red and was very warm inside. He was sure it was the beer. He knew it wasn't but he kept telling himself that.

"She's not the one," Bryce said.

"Enough, you two. Let's go find a booth," he suggested, wanting to change the subject, because he feared they might be right. Something was seriously wrong with him and Jill and while if it was over it was best to end it now so he could concentrate on the upcoming finals, he really thought she was the one. Before tonight he thought he was in love with her, but since meeting Jenny…he shoved that thought from his mind.

"Go get us one then, Slugger," Bryce said, giving him a half-push, nearly knocking him off the stool. Chuck got up and went to secure them a table he saw on the far side of the room. As he watched him walk away, he noticed Jenny watching him go. He leaned toward her. "Don't hurt him," he said softly. Jenny looked at Bryce.

"I wasn't here for him," Jenny said, grinning. Bryce looked at her, shook his head, and shrugged.

"They always want him, over me," he said turning to her. "He's Chuck. He's just the best guy I know." She looked at Bryce and then over at Chuck who was waving for them to join him.

"Are you complaining that your friend steals your dates?" she asked as they headed over toward him. Bryce laughed.

"Nope, I'm not looking for long term," he admitted.

"Maybe I'm not either," Jenny said playfully.

"That's what they all say, and then they meet him," Bryce said. He wasn't bitter, he was just honest, and Jenny didn't know what to say. "Jill's cheating on him, loads of women are dying to date him, and he's hung up on her. I can't prove anything without looking like a jerk, and he's going to get hurt." Jenny looked at Bryce.

"Sounds like you need a private eye," Jenny said laughing. Bryce nodded.

"I need someone to care about him as much as I do to stop him from getting hurt anymore," Bryce said, running his hand through his hair. "He's my best friend, and I don't have many friends, period. I want to protect him, but I can't. I can't prove what I think."

"Looks like you two are getting along," Chuck said, grinning. "Watch him," Chuck fake whispered to Jenny. "He keeps saying he doesn't want a relationship, but he's gonna find the right one and she's gonna change his life. Like Jill did mine."

"Jill Robertson is not the one," Bryce said, gently. Chuck waved Bryce off.

"She's just out, blowing off some steam with friends, we're good," Chuck said. "We're all good."

"Chuck, why wouldn't she be here with you?" Jenny asked. Chuck shrugged.

"I don't know," he admitted. Jenny didn't either, and for the first time in her life she felt the need to help someone, and she didn't know what to do about it.

A/N: Like Arrow there will be 5 chapters of flashbacks...mine will just be better. Hope you liked it, reviews and PMs are always welcomed…Take Care

DC

[almightyhollands]

fun tag things

Rules: if you’re tagged you have to answer these questions and then tag another 10 blogs that you’re mutuals that you want to get to know

i was tagged by my sweet angels @parkerroos and @nedandpeter

Tags: @tomhollandisthicc @hufflepuffholland @spideyboys @spideyyss @yukanda-tsuyoi @peter-parkers-underoos @boyfriendtom @spiderparkerboy @tomhollandish @parkerpete

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? my pal porter

2. Are you outgoing or shy? outgoing but quiet.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? my best friend who is away at college 

4. Are you easy to get along with? i like to think so.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? probably bc were buddies and he is a nice dude

6. What kind of person are you attracted to? awkward awkward awkward but funny! are always soooo nice and outgoing and are almost always blonde (not this time heyo) really tenacious and intelligent and are just actual sweethearts who need to be protected

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? lol no

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? this stupid dumb guy

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? not really

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? @nedandpeter i feel like i was helpful AT ALL but kass says i was bc shes and angel so

11. What does the most recent text you sent say? “you are the WORST”

12. What are your top 5 songs rn? 

high - sir sly // maisie and neville - david beats goliath // something for your m.i.n.d. - superorganism // 1-800-273-8255 - logic // 19 seventy sumthin’ - neck deep

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? depends on who it is but if it’s the right person its EUPHORIC

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? yes!

15. What good thing happened this summer? i got a job!

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? no

17. Do you think there’s life on other planets? yEs people who think we’re the only ones pout there make my brain implode

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Yeah!

19. Do you love bubble baths? yes!

20. Do you like your neighbours? YES I LOVE THEM

21. What are your bad habits? i have an obsessive personality, touching my face, skipping class.

22. Where would you like to travel? africa for sure, australia, netherlands.

23. Do you have trust issues? some days i think all i have are trust issues

24. Favourite part of your daily routine? coming home from work and taking off my pants

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? mystomach or my butt chin lol

26. What do you do when you wake up? go to the bathroom, get on phone/turn on music, get dressed, sometimes do my makeup, make myself late to school

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? darker

28. Who are you most comfortable around? my best friend

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regretted breaking up? never had an ex bc commitment issues but this guy i used to talk to told me he wished we worked out which counts i think

30. Do you ever want to get married? Y E S

31. Is your hair long enough for a ponytail? yep

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? im vanilla af + im bad at sharing

33. Spell your name with your chin. ou

34. Do you play any sports? i run!

35. Would you rather live without tv or music? tv i listen to music 24/7

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? literally all the time

37. What do you say during an awkward silence? “whats in your mi9nd right now?”

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? tall, nce, funny, considerate. loves me because of my weird ass quirks and not in spite of them, is conscious of the mark he leaves on society but doesnt let others opinions affect that. someone who will laugh at my stupid jokes and will jam out in the car with mew whether it be big time rush/aerosmith/with confidence/whatever. (i have hella high standards holla)

39. What’s your favourite store to shop in? pink

40. Who do you want to do after high school? i wanna go to college + get a teaching degree in theatre education

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? depends on what they did 

42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean ? im usually pretty quiet but if im super quiet im probably annoyed or upset.

43. Do you smile at strangers? sometimes

44. Trip to outer space or the bottom or the ocean? yikes probably the ocean

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? the amount of tardies i have in my first period classes.

46. What are you paranoid about? ruining things for myself

47. Have you ever been high? nah

48. Have you ever been drunk? yes

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? i write porn for the internet, there are a lot of things i dont want people to find out about.

50. What’s the colour of the last hoodie you wore? blue

51. Ever wished you were someone else? no. ive wished i was differnet but i never wished i was someone else.

52. One thing you could change about yourself? probably my body heyo

53. Favourite makeup brand? abs or elf

54. Favourite store? pink

55. Favourite blog? DONT DO THIS TO ME

56. Favourite colour? black or yellow

57. Favourite food? chicken strips bc im eight

58. Last thing you ate? pizza

59. First think you ate this morning? soup

60. Ever won a competition? yes

61. Ever been suspended/ expelled? no

62. Ever been arrested? no ma’am

63. Ever been in love? yes

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss ? wow okay i was 13 and it was with this kid ive known literally all my life and we were in his backyard and i said something stupid and he was like “haha youre cute” (i wasnt) and i was like “shut up no im not” and then we kissed and yeah

65. Are you hungry rn? NO IM GOING TO EXPLODE

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more that your real friends? i love both them both equally in different ways

67. Facebook or twitter? twitter

68. Twitter or tumblr? tumblr

69. Are you watching tv rn? no

70. Names of your best friends: annie, seth, porter, tristan, kass, lyss, ruby, izzy

71. Are you craving anything? my boy ew

72. What colour are your towels? yellow and grey

73. How many pillows to you sleep with? two

74. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? no

75. Favourite animal? DOGS

76. What colour is your underwear? black

77. Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? mint chocolate chip

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? white

80. What colour pants? black

81. Favourite tv show? the office or brooklyn nine-nine!

82. Favourite movie? probably wolf of wall street or the amazing spiderman

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? NUMBER ONE ALL THE WAY

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street: yikes probs 21js

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? damien

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? SQUIRT

87. First person you talked to today? my mom :-)

88. Last person you talked to today? my best friend whoop

89. Name a person you hate: this girl at my school who’s obnoxious + entitled

90. Name a person you love: my best friend :-)))

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face rn? boys that wont fall in love with me

92. In a fight with someone? nope nope

93. How many sweatpants do you own? ??? a lot?

94. How many sweats/hoodies do you own? 3 dresser drawers worth + 3 in  my trunk

95. Last movie you watched? Return To Me :,-))