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n0tah1pster · 25 days

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Salt N Pepper

A Trikey fanfic from my ao3! People seem to like it so I thought I'd post it here too.

Salt N Pepper

Summary: Michael is having a hard time accepting his graying hair. Trevor seems to like it.

Word Count: 1,054

Warnings: None

Life wasn’t as bad as Michael thought it would be. He expected to be presumed dead for the rest of his life and die an early death, whether it be from drinking or just plain boredom from being cooped up in the house all day. It was nice having a tennis court and a pool but god, do they get boring fast. TV wasn’t much better. Stupid cartoons and drama-ridden reality shows do wonders if you want to burn off some brain cells.

Movies. Movies were where it was at. Old movies, new movies, stupid movies. They were all fun. Except for Sharknado. What the hell were they thinking? The point is, Michael loved movies and it was an honor to be able to work with the one and only Solomon Richards. Unfortunately, the movie director passed away a few years prior. Not so unfortunately, he passed down Richards Majestic to Michael.

The former bank robber sighed as he got out of bed, swinging his legs over the side and standing up before stretching his arms over his head. Amanda wasn’t next to him, which almost felt normal now since their divorce. She wasn’t too hard on him, thankfully. She promised she wouldn’t take the house… If he bought her a house for herself. He agreed. His bones cracked and ached. He felt old. He glanced over at the alarm clock on the side of his bed that read 6:34pm’. Guess his nap took longer than expected. The date was right under the time, and the numbers stuck out to him on the dimly lit screen; ‘2024’. He was old.

“Jesus,” Michael mumbled to himself before making his way to the bathroom. The light flicked on and the ex-criminal looked into the mirror. The wrinkles weren’t as bad as he thought they’d be at his age. 55. Fuckin’ A. His face didn’t show that much age, but his hair? He might as well be in a retirement home. His beard, which he’d grown out a little bit per request of Trevor, had small streaks of gray in his dark, black locks. His hair was worse with gray on his sideburns and slowly moving up towards the top, taking over the black like some sort of plague. Michael ran a hand through his hair and let out another sigh. The older he got the faster the days seemed to go by. He spent the last nine years pretending to be dead, and for what? A family that doesn’t even talk to him much anymore? He’d never done anything he wanted to do. Michael had always wanted to go on a nice vacation or travel the world or maybe just get a new boat, he really missed his boat-

DING!

Michael snapped out of his inner crippling monologue and glanced over at his phone. A text from Trevor.

Trevor: hey. want 2 go out 2 eat? im hngry. ur paying $$.

The former bank robber fought to not roll his eyes. Trevor never paid anymore. Not since they first started seeing each other. Who would’ve thought they’d end up together. Michael swore it’d end only if one of them killed the other. Who knew they just needed to kiss? He picked his phone up and texted back.

Michael: Sure. Why don’t you come over and I’ll order in.

Trevor: ok, b there soon.

Might as well start getting ready.

★★★☆☆

“So what’s been goin’ on with you?” Trevor asked with a mouthful of alfredo pasta. The two (Michael) had ordered some pasta from a nearby Italian restaurant. Doordash is amazing. They were sitting on the couch with a movie playing in the background; ‘Pulp Fiction’, per Michael's request.

Michael looked up from his own food and shrugged. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I-”

“You got this aura or whatever. You look depressed as fuck. Talk to me before I beat it outta you.”

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed. “Well, aren't you supportive? I really feel safe talking to you.” He said sarcastically. Trevor just responded with a half-assed grunt and began eating again. After a few minutes, Michael decided to just say it.

“I feel old.”

Trevor snorted. “You are old.”

“I know, but it’s different. I feel…” He searched for the word in his head for a moment. “I feel unsatisfied.”

“With?”

“Life, Trevor.”

The taller man raised an eyebrow and set his fork down. “What, you’re mad you’re aging? Life goes on, buddy. You can’t stop time, trust me. I’ve watched Ron try.”

“Why would he-? Nevermind.” Michael sighed. “I feel like I haven’t done enough with my life. Plus, look at me! I’m graying, Trevor. Graying.”

Trevor stared at the other man for a moment. “Why is that a bad thing?”

“Because it looks-” He paused. “Unnatractive!”

“Oh, fuck you, lots of hot people have gray hair! Like… George Clooney!”

“He is not hot.”

“Tell that to all women over the age of 40.” Trevor scoffed. Michael shook his head. It went silent between the two again before Trevor broke the silence again.

“I like your gray hair.”

Michael took a sip of his drink before answering. “You do?”

“Yeah.”

“Why’s that?”

The taller man looked down at his pasta and began poking it with his fork. “It’s nice.”

“Nice?”

“Yeah.”

“Trevor, I’m gonna need you to elaborate-”

“It’s comforting.” He finally spit out. “It’s nice.”

Michael thought about it for a few moments. How could gray hair be comforting? It’s hair.

“Why do you say that?”

Trevor leaned back against the couch and let out an annoyed sigh. “I dunno, Mikey. Maybe it’s because you were dead for nine years.”

“You don’t need to remind me.”

“Well, I feel like I should. The point is, I like seeing you gray. It’s nice. It’s… a nice reminder that you’re alive. I never thought I’d be able to see you, you know, get older. You know how death is. I thought you were gone. Forever. Being able to see you keep living is nice. Does that sound grim?”

Michael had fully stopped eating and was leaning back against the couch now, watching Trevor talk with a soft gaze. He smiled softly and put a hand over Trevor’s own.

“No. It doesn't… Thanks, Trev.”

“Yeah, fuck you.”

“Whatever you want, T.”

#trikey #michael de santa #trevor philips #gta #gta 5 #grand theft auto #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto v #gta v #gta v trevor #GTA V Michael #gta fanfiction

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kedreeva · 2 years

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what do you do when you come up with a fic idea that's too ambitious for your skill level? i'm talking foreshadowing, contextual dialogue, corporate intrigue, building romantic tension like slow roasting meat over a low burning fire... I started with an outline, mapped out my plot points, but now im starting to feel like im sitting in front of a banquet when i've already had my dinner.

The answer is going to sound contrived, but it's the only answer I have: I just do it anyway. I've come to terms with the fact that sometimes it's just... more important that I tell the story at all, than that I tell only the most perfect version.

I tell myself Twilight got officially published and a bunch of movies made, Sharknado did well enough to have not one, not two, but five sequels.. and then I go write my story.

Will some of it not be up to par? yeah probably. actually some of it might really suck! so what? Who's gonna stop me? No one can, including a perceived lack of skill- because I know that even if this one sucks, I'm gonna tuck the experience under my belt, I'm gonna look at what stuff I could have done better and HOW, and then the next one will be better. And the one after that will be better than that one, too. And even if they aren't then I'll still have fun, or I'll learn something else, or both.

When I think I might not be good enough to tell a story I want to tell, I put on my no-fucks-given robe of Hubris And Spite, and I just... do it anyway. Then when I'm done, I go and cry to my friends in the group chat or discord server about how scary it was, and hope they hold my hand. Because that's important, too.

#writing #I think the last part is important #you should definitely have a community #asks #anon asks

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understandableparadox · 3 months

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Bottom of the barrel isekai review

In this world there is a force far greater then anything we are used it. a creature that has been evolving since the dawn of life itself on this blue rock we dare make it share.

its teeth endless, its speed in-escapable, its power awe-inspiring. forcing those who witness it to create stories in celebration and worship around it.

what could this creature be? what could demand the respect of humans to such a degree that it has cemented itself as the oceanic Apex?

we are going to review the manga "Killer shark in another world".

we start at an adventureing academy for young summoners in the midst of a existinal war for the country, here young students summon their monster so that they may train with them and join the ranks in order to free their country men from the threat of the encroaching demonic army.

we then focus on our main charecter, shiromi! a young girl who has shown lack luster spirtual ability, but has been getting dreams of a odd creature. deeming them to be prophetic. her dreams prove to be visions as she summons a small shark.

right off the bat, im in fucking love. do you want to know the story? fuck you, sharks.

i'm makeing the story synopis quick so i can show you pictures from this shit.

she is deemed a traitor and kicked out and goes on a world trotting adventure to try to keep her shark summon from killing everyone and chipping away at the forces of the demon kings army.

this manga is a breath of fresh air. it is every b- teir schlock shark movie intagrated into an isekai.

to me the greater story of it is irrelevant, as is the story of a movie like sharknado, because you aren't here for the fucking plot of sharknado, you are not here for the story of Meg, you are here to watch a Big ass shark rip shit up expeditiously and watch some fucking explosions.

this manga provides that, it tenderly swaddles you in the viscera of its imagery and force feeds you scenes of delightful gratuitous violence towards anything that has a pulse and can be deemed even slightly annoying.

it is indiscriminate, it is magnanimous, the shark is the strongest motherfucker on gods blue marble and it will find ways to become stronger. it is a shark blessed with the powers of Every Single God Damn Shark Movie ever invented by the sick twisted minds of humanities most beloathed film makers.

is it impressive art wise? no, but only when its not drawing sharks. the moment the author is allowed to draw a shark, their autism sparks to live and we are blessed with the fucking magic that is the motherfucking shark.

is it impresssive story wise? No, its a shark running around eating random demon lords and people. nothing makes sense, the technology and culture make no sense. the villians motives make no sense. every where you turn the story bends itself to get itself to the next shark moment and you will grovel before it and thank it for how quick its dragging you to the nexts Blood Feast that it has loveingly prepared for you.

hell, even when trying to tell a story, it will take breaks in itself to go and kill a random isekai charecter from a completely different manga. and every time it rips into a shitty isekai protag, i have to fan myself like a god damn southeren belle that caught a glimpse of that kindly cowboys buns flexing while framed in those chaps. it has made me fall in love with it, a deep desperate love of what it has to show me next. what new and insane bullshit will it concoct? which motherfucker is about to get eaten?

the manga is endlessly creative in the same way that shark movies are endlessly creative. finding new ways to give this one shark insane and bat shit powers based on various movies. finding brand new ways to leave the world that it inhabits in shambles with millions of fucking shark bites ripped out of it.

all i can do is recommend that you go and read through this, its a short 27 chapter things and its not ever yet, but i promise you it will itch all the right spots on your brain if you are like me and have read all the shittiest isekais one can read.

Shark/10

#bottom of the barral #isekai review #isekai #shark

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dessofficial · 2 years

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What do you and gaster do when you guys are bored?

mostly i jsur watch him and his whole CONNECTION ANGEL HEAVEN PLAYER buisness

hes like a huge fan of that stuff

it was wierd to learn its like REAL??

im getting uim into some movies si like in them meantime tjough. have you rver heard of sharknado

Sent from my iPhone

#dessblogging

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beepathan · 2 years

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my sister @pinkbeeps tagged me in a tag game but i am NOT reblogging the entire post and making it longer so im making my own post

Favorite Color- green. greens

Currently Reading- black leopard red wolf

Last Song- (i was listening to music while typing this so theres two) catch me if you can by jhariah / star by loona

Last Series- well i was in the room while @pinkbeeps was watching the untamed so. that

Last Movie- shit i dont remember it was probably. sharknado 4

Sweet/Spicy/Savory- savory unless my adhd rears its beastly head and i go into a sugar seeking frenzy. and i like spicy too sometimes. ok sweet for drinks, savory for foods, and spicy for also food

Currently Working on- taking notes to create a lesson plan for the first lab of the fall semester 👍

and i wont tag anyone in this but feel free to do it anyway and say i tagged you. no one has to know the truth

#beeps #pinkbeeps

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gutsfics · 21 days

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shoutout to @hssprimefan for writing a transcript of the superhero type entorage member's help quest in hwu!!!!!

and now heres a blind reaction bc ive never read it before

mc is such a lil rudeass sometimes i love them

idk how far into the main storyline this quest was released but. babygirl you know about The Silver Circle. they do the exact same thing

ok just from the name alone i WISH Tsharknami was a real movie. i cannot tell you how much i love stupid over the top campy shark disaster movies like Sharknado

what do you MEAN mc has worked for Bazooka Studios. ive literally never heard that studio before when did this happen. mc would never work for a studio Carlotta produces for

this is like. such a nothing thing to notice but i like that the hwu mc actually drives. everyone in rcd was constantly going around LA in ubers, which was correct for mc imo (she grew up in a small town in Iowa, LA traffic would kill her probably) but maybe not the whole cast

some fucking guy (gender neutral) just shows up on set uninvited and beats the shit out of two security officers and everyone claps?? like yeah i get that one of mc's classmates was about to get beat up by them but who's to say that crowd knew that?

babygirl do you think the fucking LA POLICE are gonna do anything about it? Carlotta's probably already paying them off

these are way better choices than whatever mc got to pick for their Silver Circle super secret mormon name

??????? babygirl you go to film school. in hollywood. you know costume designers. your best friend is a costume designer. go talk to Addison.

me when im lost in the woods, no one is around and my phone is dead, and i see him out of the corner of my eyes and he drops to all fours and breaks into a sprint

#hollywood u #if u saw me say part 2 no you didnt. i dont feel like doing a whole ass second post i was right at the end of the quest

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harrysweasleys · 3 years

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alexa!! my love!! could we please get headcanons of fred falling in love with shark/shark attack movies? or just sharks in general? or maybe him just,,,reacting to that kind of media? I’m,,,im so sorry for this I love you

baaaaaaaaybeeeeee yes i adore this!! i also adore sharks so this feels like it was meant for me 🥰🤪

you’d come home after work one day to find him sitting on the couch, national geographic on the telly and a bowl of snacks on his lap

“what’re you doing, love?”

he wouldn’t respond at first, munching on a handful of popcorn, so you’d walk over and plop down next to him

you weren’t sure what he was watching, only that it involved sharks. you could see them swimming by as a voiceover talked about their fins

“sharks, huh?”

he turned to face you, “did y’know that they have membranes on their spines that detect the change in water vibrations?”

“i did not know,” you chuckled, running your fingers through his hair

“they also have a protective lid that comes down over their eyes when they eat — it makes sure no bones get into their eyes when they devour their meal.”

“have you been watching shark shows all day?”

he’d deny it, but would continue to shower you with random shark and whale facts throughout the day

would also force you to have sharknado and jaws marathons (classic, really)

would convince george to start selling shark plushies at the store that were mechanical and could wiggle across the floor

he’d also force you to buy seven of them so you guys could race your sharks at home

he’d just become such a nerd about underwater ecosystems

maybe??? even drag you along to go scuba diving but that’s a big MAYBE

but you’d eventually go because you can’t say no to him

what a nerd he’s so cute

join my 3.5k event

#alexa talks #ask and answer #3.5k event #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley headcannon #fred weasley headcannons

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friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn · 2 years

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hey babes! it’s Z with the matchup request hehe

can i please get 1 platonic & 1 romantic matchup between the MCU & TASM spideyverses (like just all the characters you write for from all the different spideyverses)

i’m 22, NB (he/they) and bi

i have a short, black mullet & wear huge 70s glasses basically 24/7 (i’m almost blind without them) and almost the only outfit i wear is huge tshirt, baggy shorts and big, chunky platform docs

i have autism and ADHD and i’ve been described to have a very funny, chaotic, unhinged vibe (in a good way) and i can be really loud, chatty and excitable when people first meet me (im great at breaking the ice) though i just talk constantly about NOTHING and it takes a bit of time and trust to get me to actually start opening up about who i really am/what i’m really like. once you get to know me, i’m a very sensitive person, i love deep existential conversations and philosophy and psychology, and i’m a VERY loyal and committed friend. my love language is definitely being able to support, reassure and give advice to my loved ones and to help them see how wonderful, strong and capable they really are.

i also love music, i’m studying songwriting and i write/play/produce punk/new wave/hyperpop music. i also play banjo in my spare time. i watch a ridiculous amount of movies and i love redbull (hehe)

thanks angel <3

I immediately saved it as a draft this time lol.

Okay, let’s see. For your platonic match-up, I match you with…

TASM!Peter Parker

The only reason I went with Andrew’s Spidey is because he’s somehow even more chaotic than Tom’s, and that seems to match your vibe pretty well.

Just imagine all the insane stuff the two of you get up to when left unsupervised. Especially when there’s Red Bull involved.

Movie nights are a must, but they always involve a lot of banter. Sometimes you watch movies just to roast them. And if you ever watch Die Hard together, there’s the discussion about whether or not it’s a Christmas movie (it’s not).

He tries to teach you how to skate. That’s the day you find out he’s Spider-Man: because he catches you with a web before you can fall flat on your face.

“Wait, did you just-“

“Nope, you must’ve hit your head.”

“Peter, I’m dangling half a foot off the ground.”

He tried lol.

So you become his go-to person if he ever needs help, either with catching criminals or to patch him up.

From then on, he also lets you make up excuses for aunt May because Peter can’t lie to save his life (I mean, we all remember the chimney scene right?) and you can’t possibly be any worse than him.

Music is another thing you bond over. Peter is so hyped whenever you show him a new song you’ve been working on. If he bounces any harder, he’s gonna hit his head on the ceiling.

Being his wingman when he asks Gwen out.

Actually, you probably called Gwen over to the two of you and told her Peter liked her. You were done with his quiet pining.

And I’m going to end it there because we all know how tasm 2 ends and nope, not going there lmao.

Now for romantic, I match you with…

Michelle Jones

MJ is very much like you in regards to needing time to open up, so the first few conversations are just sarcastic back and forths.

She likes that you play banjo because that's not something you hear every day.

MJ seems like the sort of person who's into really obscure movies, as well as watching those really bad disaster movies like Sharknado for the hell of it. You two have a blast powering through those.

Will steal your shirts.

It's no secret that MJ is a big fan of deep conversations, so your dates are either spent talking about social issues, or about weird philosophies.

Speaking of dates, they're usually pretty low-key. Going to watch the latest weird movie, just walking around New York, it doesn't really matter what you do: it's the fun of getting to do it together.

I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for the request, and have a wonderful day/night :)

#matchups #marvel matchups #tasm matchup #marvel #tasm #tasm peter parker #the amazing spiderman #peter parker #spiderman #mj watson #michelle jones #request #matchup request

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marc-anciel-always-watching · 2 years

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I apologize if this is a bit harsh, but pragmaticly speaking...

What HASN'T Felix cost you at this point?

The Quantics are disbanded, You're an accomplice to an attempted murder, targeted by Fuckmoth, and Nath left.

My man, you're running out of things to lose.

The Quantics are taking a break to breathe, which is healthy to do in any relationship

What attempted murder? Are you still saying Felix did it? He, Mel, and me were fucking Mystery Science Theatering Sharknado, it was a shitty movie but we were there until we all got the notification about the fire, then we sat around worried about catboy

Fuckmoth? is that what we're calling that Mourning Cloak person? good name, but im not being targeted, trust me, i would know, my brain's been a mess for weeks

Nathaniel decided self-care first and i can't fault him for that, yeah it fucking hurts, but i understand, and i've been dealing with it with my therapist

if i have nothing left to lose, maybe i really will become what Azaile feared I would?

#Anonymous #lwops 22 #life without parisian superheroes #another life with parisian superheroes #alwps #i still have my life anon. and i literally defended felix with my life the other day

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castielchitaqua · 3 years

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im realizing that the reason supernatural has had so much success is because of its unspoken potential. do you know who can relate to spn and make it their own? queer kids, kids who grew up in conservative cities, religious kids, kids that were raised religious and then lost their faith, shippers, ppl who think way too much about the media they consume, artists, kids who are suckers for tragic love stories, kids with family issues, kids who felt like outsiders growing up, ppl who are not from the us but have always fantasized about living there, fans of cryptids, fans of the occult, ppl with vampire and cowboy kinks, ppl with a god complex, ppl who find joy in watching bad movies (i do like sharknado unironically), witches, ppl with religious trauma, ppl who frind christian lore interesting, kids who like the found family trope, ppl with older sister syndrome, ppl who had to raise their sibilings, ppl who were raised by older sibilings, people who like watching pretty boys get bloody, classic rock fans.

so yeah, that's the reason i think

#tag yourself #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #stuff #cw hit show

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rmtndew · 4 years

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All I’ve Ever Known ~ Chapter 4

Summary: Fiona’s life is a shattered fraction of what it used to be. She’s trying to navigate her new normal when she meets Detective Marshall, who gives her something more to look forward to.

Pairing: Marshall and OFC.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of death, cancer.

A/N - This was intended as a short drabble but it got out of hand and became a multi-chapter story instead. It’s my first Marshall fic and the first fan fic that I’ve written in over a decade. The title comes from the song ‘All I’ve Ever Known’ from Hadestown: ‘I was alone so long, I didn’t even know that I was lonely. Out in the cold so long, I didn’t even know that I was cold. Turned my collar to the wind, this is how it’s always been. All I’ve ever known is how to hold my own, but now I want to hold you, too.’

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

I woke the next morning ten minutes before my alarm went off. At first I couldn’t figure out why and tried burrowing back into my warm bed to get my last few minutes of sleep back, but then my phone alerted me to a new text and I realized that’s what had woken me up. I sighed. I knew it was Darcy. Sometimes she woke up early with big ideas for her store and texted them to me, asking my opinion. She met me when I was working in interior design and any time she entertained the idea of having a dine in section, she’d send me pictures of what she wanted and ask how feasible it would be. Most of the time they were way too grand to fit into her pre-existing building. Other times she’d talk about a small coffee shop to encourage more people to come in and pick up their own orders and cut back on our deliveries. But I couldn’t see how renovating a portion of the store, buying new equipment and hiring extra employees to run a coffee shop would lower costs just by maybe cutting back on some deliveries.

I was planning on ignoring the text until after I’d actually gotten up, but when another came through I knew it was best to just go ahead and nip it in the bud before she sent me an entire magazine’s worth of photos. But when I hit the home button on my phone I saw that the texts hadn’t come from Darcy. I had to squint against the brightness of the screen to make sure I saw the name right. Marshall.

I sat up and turned on my lamp, then looked at my phone again, reading the texts from their previews.

Hey, it’s Marshall. I had a great time yesterday. Sorry I was falling asleep on you. Can I make it up to you this weekend?

Sorry. You’re probably sleeping. It might take more than coffee to make it up to you now. Dinner?

I suddenly felt wide awake and was no longer irritated by my few minutes of missed sleep. I would have gladly given up several hours for those texts. I decided not to reply to them right then, though. I wanted to make sure I’d had enough coffee to formulate a comprehensible reply and not look like I was drunk texting him, which I had a history of. My conversations with Darcy at five in the morning were proof of that.

I got up and went about my morning routine like usual, trying not to wake Mom. When I made my way downstairs, I poured a cup of coffee and sat at the table. I sipped it, thinking about what to say to Marshall. I wrote and rewrote the text half a dozen times before finally having something I felt okay with, then I sent it.

Hey Marshall. I had a great time, too. You don’t have to make up for anything but I’d still like to have dinner with you. What day did you have in mind?

My heart was thudding from nerves and excitement. I was so focused on trying to calm myself down that I almost didn’t hear Mom when she walked in.

“Morning, sweetie,” she said, grabbing a coffee cup.

“Good morning,” I replied, then jumped slightly as my phone vibrated on the table. I tried not to look too enthusiastic as I grabbed it.

Does Saturday work for you?

“Darcy again?” Mom asked, pouring coffee for herself.

“Um...no, actually.” I tried biting back a smile but it didn’t work. “It’s Marshall.”

Her eyes went wide and she smiled back. “He’s writing to you at six in the morning?”

“He actually wrote me earlier. He asked if I wanted to have dinner with him Saturday.”

She sat down at the table beside me. “What did you tell him?”

“I haven’t replied yet. I don’t want him to think I’m just waiting by the phone for him.”

She looked at the phone in my hand. “Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing, though?”

“Yes, but he doesn’t have to know it.”

She laughed then blew on her coffee. “I’m glad this whole texting business wasn’t around when I was dating your father.”

“Even if it was, you’re a lot more forward than I am. You wouldn’t have had a single issue with texting Dad first, or answering him right away,” I said. My phone made another sound, reminding me of my unread text and I finally opened it, then replied.

Saturday is perfect. What time would you like to meet?

“Well, there was only room enough for one coy person in our relationship and Rodger called that role,” Mom said after I put my phone down.

I laughed. “I don’t think ‘coy’ was the right word for Dad. I think socially awkward was more appropriate.”

“He was too smart to be a social butterfly, too. He had to have a couple of flaws.”

“He couldn’t set the timer for the coffee pot, no matter how many times I showed him, and he thought that the Sharknado movies were amazing. He had his flaws,” I joked.

“This coffee pot is confusing.”

“He was an engineer!”

My phone buzzed in my hand and that time I didn’t wait to open the text. I read it right away.

Would you let me pick you up instead? Around six?

“Well, what does he say?” Mom asked.

“He wants to pick me up instead of me meeting him.”

“Are you going to let him?”

I looked at her and she was smiling at me. I shook my head at her, laughing again. “You want him to come here so that you can see him, don’t you?”

She shrugged. “You keep talking about how handsome he is.”

“He is handsome. And it’s an awfully gentlemanly thing to do…” I bit my lip for a moment, pretending to think it over.

“Just tell him yes. We both know you’re going to.”

I gave another laugh. “Fine.”

I would like that, thank you. And I’m curious, what does Detective Marshall eat when he’s not eating a cuban sandwich and plain chips?

I put my phone on the table. “What are your plans for today?” I asked, then took a sip of my coffee.

She gave me a cheeky grin. “Changing the subject.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not changing the subject. I’m asking what my mother is going to be doing while I’m out earning the bread for this family,” I joked.

She snorted. “You don’t earn the bread, Fi, you just bake it.” She nodded at my arm. “And burn yourself in the process.”

“That’s the first time I’ve burnt myself in a year and a half. I’d say that’s a pretty good record.”

“That’s true,” she said. “And if you must know, I was thinking of going down to Valley and talking to Georgia about starting music lessons again after the new year. I think by then I’ll have recovered enough to be able to teach at least a few days a week.”

“You’re going to put yourself around snot nosed kids in the dead of flu season?” I asked dryly.

“I’ll be teaching teenagers, not little kids, and I’ll wear a mask,” she said. “I’ll make sure to clean everything between students and have them use hand sanitizer when they come in. I’m not going to be immunocompromised forever, and I’m not going to live in a bubble until then, either.” She gave me a smirk. “Besides, I can’t let you be the only one that earns the bread around here.”

I laughed at her but it was cut short when my phone buzzed again.

Stuff that’s probably not very good for him. Like Italian. How does that sound?

Just when I thought I couldn’t be any more attracted to him, he confessed to liking my favorite type of food. I couldn’t stop my train of thought that went to me one day making an Italian dinner for him as a date. But my mind’s eye set up the imaginary dinner in my old apartment and I knew that would never happen. I let that thought go and took a deep breath, trying to focus my attention on the present moment.

That sounds great. I love Italian food.

I sent it and sat back in my seat. I tried not to let my mind wander too far down the road with Marshall. I’d been on a lot of first dates in my life with guys that I’d thought were great who turned out to be jerks and I knew what that disappointment felt like. And even though I couldn’t imagine Marshall disappointing me in the same way they had - he’d proven at our coffee date that he was far more respectful, even while he was tired - I wanted to remind myself that I needed to take things one step at a time.

Perfect. I’ll see you Saturday at six, then.

I must have looked pretty gooey eyed over the whole thing because Mom reached out and touched my wrist gently. When I looked at her, the teasing tone was gone from her face and she was smiling at me. “I’m happy for you, sweetie. I really am.”

I was a ball of nerves all Saturday morning and afternoon. More than I’d ever been on the day of a first date. But nothing with Marshall fell into my ‘usual’ category. There was something about him that made him different from any other man I’d gone out with. And maybe that was it: He was a man. Not some boy masquerading as one. He was quiet, and fierce, and protective. He thought before he spoke. And even when delivering a threat - like he had to that creep in the bar - he’d done it calmly and with authority. He exuded confidence, not cockiness, and there was honestly nothing more attractive than that.

I was nearly ready, just zipping up my boots, when I heard a crash downstairs. I rushed down and found Mom in the kitchen, trying to pick up the broken pieces of one of her giant coffee mugs.

“I’m - I’m not sure what happened,” she said. “I just lost my grip.”

“It’s okay.” I took a step towards her, trying to avoid the pile of porcelain. “Let me clean it up.”

“I can do it,” she said, sounding flustered.

“I know you can but you’re in socks and I’m wearing boots.”

She stood her ground for a moment, then finally sighed and relented, taking a step back. “Okay. I’ll get you the broom.”

“It’s fine. I’ll get it. Just watch your step.”

I went to grab the broom as she threw away the large chunks of her broken cup that she’d been able to pick up with her hands. I could tell she was frustrated.

“You know, if you didn’t like that mug, you could have just gotten rid of it, you didn’t have to break it,” I joked, taking the broom and dustpan from the broom closet. “Or were you afraid I wouldn’t take the hint and buy you another one if I thought it just went missing?”

She gave a small laugh but I could tell she was still embarrassed. “I actually liked that coffee mug a lot.”

“I’ll get you a new one.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can -”

The doorbell rang and she stopped mid-sentence. We both froze, my eyes flicking to the clock on the stove. It was 5:53. Marshall was early. After a moment, Mom took a step towards me, holding out her hand to take the broom from me. I shook my head.

“You’re wearing socks,” I reminded her. “I don’t want you to cut your foot.”

Her eyes grew wide. “So you’re going to clean up after me while I go meet your date?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She brushed her hand over her barely there hair, trying to collect herself, then let out a breath. “Okay, I’ll go let him in.”

“Don’t be too charming. He might have a thing for cougars and I don’t want to have to fight my mom for a guy.”

She smiled for real, the embarrassment of having her daughter clean up after her letting go enough that it was no longer plainly visible. “No promises,” she joked, then left the kitchen to answer the door.

It didn’t take long to clean up. Even though the cup had shattered pretty good, its bright white color stood out against the dark wood of the floor, making even the tiniest pieces easy to see. After making sure I’d cleaned it all up, I threw away the pieces and put up the broom and dustpan, then went to find Mom and Marshall.

They were standing in the entryway. Mom was saying something about teaching at Valley and Marshall stood in front of her, his hands clasped behind his back, and a look of sincere focus on his face as she spoke. Mom was a small woman but next to him, she looked comically tiny.

I paused for a moment, taking him in. His hair looked a bit more controlled than any other time I’d seen him, his curls tighter and not quite as messy. His beard looked like it had been trimmed, giving it a purposeful look instead of the ‘I’m too busy to shave’ vibe that I’d gotten from him previously. He wore a thick blue sweater that made the color of his eyes pop when they drifted over to me. It was brief, maybe less than a second, before concentrating on Mom again. But he had a slight smile and it was enough for her to notice. She turned and looked at me.

“There she is. I guess I’ll stop talking your ear off and let you two go,” she said.

Marshall smiled at her, then at me, bigger that time. “I didn’t realize I was early. I apologize.”

“No, don’t. You’re fine,” I said, moving to grab my coat. “I’m ready, I was just cleaning up a broken cup. I’m basically like Cinderella around here.”

Mom snorted. “Hardly. Cinderella was made to do chores. You’re the one who won’t let me lift a finger,” she said. “Besides, I think she sang while she worked.”

I raised my eyebrow at her as I put my coat on. “Do you want me to sing?”

She shook her head. “No. No one wants that, sweetie,” she said, making Marshall laugh. She looked at him. “Fi spent a good portion of her teenage years screaming along to music in her room. I didn’t even know you could make ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ sound angry until she proved otherwise. Needless to say, her father and I encouraged her other interests a bit more enthusiastically.”

I grabbed my purse. “I should have let you clean up your own mess and answered the door myself,” I joked before kissing the top of her head. “Bye, Mom.”

Marshall smiled again. “It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Sparks.”

“Likewise, Detective Marshall. You two have fun.”

We left the house and after a few steps down the walkway, he jabbed his thumb back at the door. “She’s funny.”

“She can be,” I agreed. “She’s a spitfire, though, that’s for sure.”

“I like it.”

“Yeah, I like it, too.”

We walked to his truck and he opened the door for me. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” he said as I got in.

I felt myself blush instantly, caught off guard by the compliment. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, closing the door for me.

We’d only made it to the driveway and my stomach was already doing somersaults. He made me feel like a teenage girl, all giddy and excited, and I loved it.

He went around the front of the truck, then climbed in the driver’s side. I tried to sneak a look at him while he was putting on his seat belt but he caught me. He smiled as I snapped my head straight ahead.

“Sorry, I just, I was…” I tried to think of an excuse but I couldn’t think of anything that didn’t sound lame. I let out a sigh. “I was checking you out,” I admitted. “I can’t lie. There’s no point. Sorry.”

“That’s the least offensive thing a woman has ever apologized to me for,” he said with a laugh, starting the truck. He leaned forward enough to catch my eye, making me instinctively turn my head towards him. He grinned. “Did you see anything you like?”

My blush deepened and I couldn’t hold back a giggle. “Maybe.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, that is a nice sweater.”

“Oh, so you were checking out my jumper?”

I shrugged. “It brings out your eyes.”

“Does it now?”

“It does. And you have very lovely eyes.”

“Thank you,” he said. “But my daughter bought the jumper, so I can’t take credit for it.”

“She did a good job,” I said, forcing my eyes to look up front as we pulled out of the driveway. Even though I’d already admitted to checking him out, there was a difference between looking and leering and I didn’t want to come off as creepy. “I take it that this wasn’t your weekend to have her?”

“It was supposed to be but she was invited to a Halloween party with some of her friends so she asked to do that instead. She’ll be with me tomorrow.”

“What did she dress as? For the party.”

“A cowgirl.”

“Does she ride horses or did she just like the costume?”

“No, she rides. She took lessons when she was a bit younger. And she and I go riding some weekends.”

“So you’re Detective Marshall during the week and cowboy Marshall on the weekends? Does that ever cross over? Do they have mounted police in the homicide unit?”

He shook his head as he laughed. “No, not that I’m aware of.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Is it now?” he asked, and his tone made me blush all over again.

“I’m actually not going to answer that. I’m going to wait until we get a little further from my house to fully embarrass myself so that when you fake an emergency to get rid of me, my ego doesn’t get too crushed.”

“Do you really think I’d do that?”

“I hope not, but I’ve been excited about having dinner with you, so I’m going to try not to mess it up.”

“I think you’d have to try pretty hard to mess it up,” he said as we stopped at the end of my street. He glanced at me. “And I’ve been excited about it, too.”

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YOU GOT: YŪ NISHINOYA

matchup for @scftfairyking

‘I use glasses (LMAO BC IM BLIND). I'm an Aries , im bi and a ENFP.’

♡ it would be bold to assume that nishinoya has a ‘thing’ for glasses just bc he liked kiyoko and kiyoko wore glasses but it also wouldn’t be insanely far-fetched as his type isn’t really elaborated on. either way, he’d definitely find your glasses charming - like sometimes he’d steal them from you if you ever set them down and he’d hold them above his head like ‘if you want them back, you have to go out with me ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧’ except his plan goes to shit bc you’re like 6 inches taller than him so you just snatch them from his hands lol

♡ HE’S AN ARIES TOO! i’m no horoscope expert but that seems compatible to me

♡ a google search claims that nishinoya is an ESFP but that is only a headcanon bc he does seem very similar to an ENFP

♡ either way though, there is only one letter between you two; N (Intuition) and S (sensing preference) - which means you prefer to look at the greater picture when trying to solve a problem while noya tends to take a step-by-step, factual approach (which is arguable)

♡ that doesn’t really seem to hold too much value in a relationship though; especially considering how similar you both are despite that. you are both extroverted, energetic, chaotic, somewhat unpredictable but you both possess the capacity to be serious when you need to

♡ that is power couple vibes tbh- like you are probably the fuel to noya’s flame- while others are telling him not to get a buzz cut bc he’ll regret it, you’re cheering him on

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‘I usually am pretty shy when I first meet someone, but when I start to get comfortable enough, I tend to be really chaotic and fun to be around with. I'm pretty loud and very open but only with my closest friends, and I tend to be a really sarcastic sometimes. My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation.’

♡ noya would not mind if you were shy at first, as long as you weren’t uncomfortable. bc he’s persistent and lil gremlin stalker man so considering that he’s gonna sit next to you in class, try sit next to you at lunch and offer to walk you home, you’ll probably get used to him pretty quickly

♡ going off the assumption that you and noya are gonna get close very fast, he thrives off your chaotic energy and matches it. he likes to turn everything into a competition and before y’all actually start dating, he flirts with you in the most cursed ways possible- like he send you (tw/ choking) this image at 3AM with the caption ‘this could be us 😩’

♡ he deals with your sarcasm pretty well- he just pretends like you are being serious and rolls with it >:)

♡ ex. he tries to throw a piece of popcorn in the air and catch it in his mouth but he misses and he lands on the couch. ‘wow, noya, that was so cool.’ you murmured monotonously and he just whipped his head around to show you his smug smirk, ‘i know!’

♡ he shows his love through gift-giving and physical touch but he prefers to receive affection through your love languages; physical touch and words of affirmation.

♡ like he was asking for your hand and marriage after you called his rolling thunder ‘badass’

♡ also i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again; noya likes to find rocks on the ground that remind him of you so whenever he takes you on dates, the first thing he does is show you all the rocks he collected while explaining why each one is similar to you

♡ ‘ok so look at this one, it has little brown specs on it and it’s the exact same color as your eyes! look!’ then he’ll hold the rock up next to your face and take a picture so he can show you the comparison while you just stand there like 🤠

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'Some of my hobbies are: skating, swimming, reading, writing, listening to music, learning new languages, gaming and watching movies.’

♡ omg 🥺 skating dates with noya- if you mean ice-skating/roller blading, i can imagine him being somewhat of a natural so when he first steps into the rink, you’ll probably have to hold his hands to guide him for a bit until he finds his balance but then - in the blink of an eye - he’s suddenly doing advanced tricks, skating elegantly and rapidly

♡ but if you mean skateboarding, then he demands that you teach him how to do random tricks he’s heard of in his video games and half of them you’ve never even heard of; ‘(y/n)! please teach me how to do a 360-ollie-back-flapjack-bananasplit-kick!!’ ‘noya, i don’t think that’s a real thing.’

♡ he loves swimming with you! he’s no professional but he can frontstroke really fast. so he likes to race with you and have competitions to see who can hold the breath the longest underwater

♡ pfft i firmly believe that the only book noya has ever read for pleasure was the diary of a wimpy kid series when he was like 8 - but if you read to him, he’d really like that 👉👈

♡ he likes to listen to music too- like while he is cleaning, studying, exercising etc and if you make him a playlist, he will literally forever be in your debt 🙏 he makes you playlists too but he mostly listens to latin music, rap, r&b and random songs he found on tiktok so that’ll be what his playlists consists of

♡ FKDAGHR post-timeskip he travels so ofc he likes to learn new languages too so you both do lil duolingo sessions together where you just sit on the app and test each other on your vocabs- and sometimes he’ll just ask you random house questions in a foreign language for a challenge

♡ you just hear his voice echo through the house like ‘OU EST LE LAIT?!’

♡ obviously he games too- and whenever you play first-person shooters with him and some random guy in the lobby tries to hit on you, he goes feral. like you’ll never see more protective than when he is in a COD lobby with you

♡ movie nights with noya? movie nights with noya. y’all watch everything from sharknado to star wars like he’ll literally watch anything as an excuse to spend time with you :3 when it’s his turn to choose, he picks either a comedy (bc he loves hearing your laugh 🥺) or a horror (because if you get scared, he wraps you in his arms like ‘don’t worry babe, i’ll protect you ( •̀ ω •́ )✧’)

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‘My favorite food is carrot cake and i dislike snowstorms or anything that has to do with storms ^^’

♡ his favourite food is gari gari kun which i think is a sort of icelolly so i hc that he has a sweet tooth- also he has the third largest appetite in haikyuu!! so i’ll bet my teppanyaki grill on the fact that nishinoya likes carrot cake too!

♡ speaking of which, i bet he takes you out for dates at dessert places rather than restaurants bc sharing a plate of chocolate waffles is way more romantic than eating separate dishes with a lame ass candle in the middle 🙄

♡ ok i imagine that nishinoya is fine with storms considering his signature move is literally called ‘rolling thunder’ but he’d be such a sweetheart if there was a storm while you were round at his house; like he’d hold you in his arms and refuse to let go until the storm was over and he’d blare your favourite songs on his speaker to drown out the sounds outside

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for @scftfairyking: ok so when i read your request literally the first person i thought of was nishinoya- especially bc y’all have matching zodiac signs :o like that’s soulmate energy

#matchup #hq matchups #haikyuu!! matchup #haikyuu matchups #💗matchup #💗lets date!

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