#I WAS CRYING OKAY LOOK AT MY BB GIRL

[taasgirl]

espresso - lando norris

summary: y/n is a famous singer who also happens to be a massive f1 fan. when she mentions a liking for a certain driver, it's only fate that he tries everything in his power to get her attention.

a/n: no face claim! the outcomes/order of races are altered to fit the story, it's just a fun time!!

liked by oliviarodrigo, oneruel, pedri, and 1, 376, 227 others ynusername my new interview with wired is out now!

user64973 Stop you're gorgeous

user89322 do i wanna be her or be with her??

user09384 so who r u crushing on huh

ynusername it's a seeeecret 🤫

user44172 This entire vid is so chaotic omfg

user03638 Please let y/n enter her wag era

liked by user55736, user89842, user73903, and 10, 652 others user33973 HELLO???? LANDO LITERALLY LIKED THIS TWEET I'M CRYING

user98301 brother personally knows who y/n's next bf should be

user40440 HAHA NO LITERALLY

user34593 God please let this be lando shooting his shot after watching y/n's recent interview

user43982 NO WAIT UR SO FR BECAUSE SHE LITERALLY MENTIONED LIKING AN F1 DRIVER WHAT IF IT'S HIM??

user12871 lando and y/n 🙏🙏

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liked by oscarpiastri, lorde, gavi, and 782, 774 others ynusername what a race! lovely to see you again @ oscarpiastri, maybe aim for a podium next time though?

oscarpiastri I'd like to see you try in a f1 car

user49949 Wait is oscar the guy y/n was talking abt in that vid? user53004 i hope not, i love him and lily

user20833 Okay so did y/n and lando interract or not? 😭

user61221 hot girls support mclaren (confirmed!) liked by ynusername

user89483 y/n slowly integrating herself in the f1 scene, we see u girl

liked by danielricciardo, logansargeant, ynusername, and 2, 459, 383 others landonorris A lot to learn from this weekend, but we keep pushing. Also great to meet a lot of new faces and the incredible fans🧡

user58273 SORRY WHAT THAT SECOND PHOTO...

user89894 is the new face y/n perhaps??

mclaren Great weekend Lando! liked by landonorris

user92702 I genuinely tweak whenever u post bc u look so fine

user53982 not y/n liking this post 😭

user66359 AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN FOLLOW HIM user98123 miss girl is stalking her crush i bet

user17263 please let this year be your year

user52209 Did anyone see his response to that post race interview?

user28732 YES AND HOW HE HAS HIS EYE ON SUM1

user87229 oh he trynna thirst trap (y/n) liked by landonorris

liked by lilyzneimer, oliviarodrigo, pedri, and 334, 938 others ynusername remember that one bitch ass ex I had? yeah well I wrote another song about him! 'feather' is yours now, but best enjoyed when you have an ugly, cheating, lying dick of an ex to think about. have fun with this one!! 😘

lilyzneimer STOP I'M ACTUALLY DYING I WAS NOT EXPECTING OSCAR OMG I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING liked by ynusername

user82983 i was like wow normal post! and then boom. oscar.

oscarpiastri Okay that seems a little mean

lilyzneimer already on repeat

oscarpiastri Um excuse me???? Did you read the caption...

user68297 NEW Y/N MUSIC YESYESYES

user26321 omfg i've been waiting for an angry y/n song

user72639 this sounds really familiar?? song of the summer maybe?

ynusername ahhhh thank you bb

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liked by user58273, user98004, user63874, and 10, 376 others user44938 Y/N papped in Monte Carlo today! Rumours are circulating that she was visiting F1's starboy Lando Norris, however there is no official confirmation.

user99812 ohhh y/n we see you

user89283 Okay everyone shut up abt lando, let's take a moment to appreciate y/n's beauty omf she's gorg

user23294 I SECOND THIS !!

user12834 hmm i wonder why she's in monaco...

user48463 Y/N u ain't slick 😭

user35273 she saw lando's story and ran straight to him

user16282 "how far u go for a sneaky link? I'd fly"

user52883 I know damn well she ain't in monaco for a holiday

liked by landonorris, gracieabrams, laufey, and 483, 995 others ynusername it's exactly like selena gomez's 2011 film

user73948 I KNOW LANDO'S HOODIE WHEN I SEE IT

user63762 ur the genuine it girl

lilyzneimer Monte Carlo reference, I love it liked by ynusername

user11928 landoooo

landonorris oooooo

user40948 oh hey lando user29830 Fancy seeing you here user73984 He wants her so bad

oscarpiastri I think I've seen that hoodie before

ynusername hmm i wonder where 🤷‍♀️

user49283 girl saw his story and flew out IMMEDIATELY

user53984 y/n l/n wag era loading 😏😏

user92874 So pretty

liked by oscarpiastri, ynusername, mclaren, and 3, 469, 848 others landonorris Calm before the storm #raceweek

charlesleclerc Good to see you with some company

user76483 CHARLES HASFGUEH

ynusername omg invite me next time

user42761 Girl bfr we know where u were at

user52739 THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE

user19820 y/n and lando are a match made in heaven

user82637 I wonder who you were hanging out with 🤔

oscarpiastri Wow I feel like I've seen that girl before

ynusername me too

user61542 not lando soft launching y/n as if we don't know it's her

user82736 I mean technically we don't

user19823 @ user82736 No I think it is confirmed, she was heard on his twitch stream the other day

liked by landonorris, lilyzneimer, danielricciardo, and 1, 254, 982 others mclaren Our drivers and their partners after qualifying! Lando and Oscar will begin P4 and P5 respectively in Monte Carlo 🧡🤍

user82638 AND THEIR PARTNERS??? Y/N AND LANDO?

user52761 admin really said if they won't confirm it, I will liked by mclaren

user52839 Please lando and y/n are adorable

user82636 lily & oscar >>>

user48273 Sooooo they official...?

user27163 guys stop with this y/n x lando madness, i need a double mclaren podium

user82638 y/n really manifested her wag era huh

liked by ynusername, logansargeant, lilymunhe, and 3, 716, 372 others landonorris Monaco '24. Thank you to everyone who came out, and showed me support this weekend. I promise to be better next race. tagged: oscarpiastri & ynusername

ynusername my racer 🧡🏎️

user62538 HELLO? user82776 i'm gonna be sick

mclaren Papaya boys! liked by landonorris

user72538 Y/N is so beautiful I can't even

user16529 HIS EYES

user52863 him hard launching y/n >>>>

user98276 This is MY victoria and david

ynusername omg we're definitely not as cool as them

user41752 i won't get over this ever

liked by landonorris, phoebebridgers, mclaren, and 967, 837 others ynusername i think i need to buy more orange clothes

landonorris I've already offered up half my closet to her...

landonorris nice shirt though 😏

user62538 oh i'm living for their hard launch

lilyzneimer Welcome to the team!!

user22817 STOP THIS IS ADORABLE PLS WE NEED Y/N AND LILY CONTENT IMMEDIATELY

mclaren Our favourite pop star liked by ynusername 🌟

user52763 Y/N THE WAG YESSSSSS

oscarpiastri It's actually papaya

ynusername okay sassy man apocalypse lilyzneimer @ ynusername feed him to the zombies

liked by oliviarodrigo, landonorris, lilyzneimer, and 583, 872 others ynusername oh and btw, my new song espresso is out and it's a @ landonorris certified 'banger'. his words not mine. listen on all platforms now!!

landonorris She's working late cause she's a singerrr

ynusername haiii

user72637 y/n really walked in and said that she's the best lando ever had and ever will have

landonorris I mean it's true sooo

user62537 Okay lando I didn't know u had game like dat

lilyzneimer oh I love you

ynusername LILYYYYYYY i love u so much oscarpiastri I think our gfs are gfs... @ landonorris

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please let me know if you guys liked this! i love doing lando fics so much. as always, my reqs are open so feel free to drop suggestions!!

here’s a cute oscar smau i just wrote

[hopelesslydevoted2paige]

can you do a fic about going live with Emily Engstler? love you're writing btw bb!!! 🫶🏻

MY GIRL || EMILY ENGSTLER

summary — emily and reader go live and answer questions that lead to cute moments

pairings: emily engstler x gf!reader

word count: 443

warnings: none

authors note: my first request! thank you soo much i hope you like it 🫶

“Is this okay?” Emily leaned her phone against the water bottle.

Your face lit up. “Wait! I’ll get my phone holder. It should be somewhere in the bathroom-“ You slowly stand up but Emily was fast to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you back into her lap.

She shakes her head. “Want you here with me.” She clicked on the live button. “Oops, looks like I started it. Too late baby.” She kisses the side of your head.

You roll your eyes playfully and slide off her lap to sit in the vacant spot on the couch.

She frowns, hoping to make you feel bad. Knowing you wouldn’t budge, she decides to place her hand on your knee. Giving it gentle strokes from time to time.

“Hi guys!” You leaned forward to try and read some of the comments. “I finally convinced Em to go live for you guys.”

“Not that it took that much convincing.” She said under her breath.

You give her a playful glare before scrolling through the comments.

emilyshousewife1: YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE IM CRYING

username18: “thank you y/n” we all say in unison

ilovewnba28: show us ur tattoos!!

“Em, someone’s asking you to show your tattoos.” You face her.

“I guess I’ll just show them the new one I got recently.” You furrowed your brows in confusion. “What new one?”

She chuckles and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies fly around in your stomach.

She leans towards the camera and holds up the loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I don’t know if you guys can see that..”

You help her hold her hair up to get a better view of the tattoo. “It’s a.. kiss mark?”

She nods and makes eye contact with you, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“I was supposed to show you this on our 1 year anniversary.” She smiles softly. “I know how much you love to kiss that area, especially after my games. I got it because I want to be able to feel like I’m with you, even when I’m not.” It was true. Whenever you hugged her, you’d gotten used to kissing the back of her ear instead of the top of her head. One of the reasons may also be the fact that she’s a bit too tall.

You leaned into her side, tears threatening to fall down your face. “I love you.”

She wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “I love you too baby. You realize we’re still on live, right?”

The next day, both of your notifications blew up with clips and edits of the two of you.

[mixtape-racha]

YAYYYYYY 100 followersssss :) im so happy for youuuuu :)))))

okay, here is my request... hehe, im suchhh a sucker for hurt comfort and I loveeee fem 9th member au's. but like not smut or like fwb, just like a really juicy story y'know? I haven't been able to find any of those two categories combined tho, especially into like a longer fic, like it's always in the hundreds (I would love it if it was a little longer, no pressure tho :). literally, anything works, from some kinda mess up on stage to maybe you messing up a relationship w a member??? idk. I'm letting ur thoughts run wild here... THANK YOU AND CONGRATSSSS

(im sorry im really vague in requests lol)

YAYYYY THO IM LIKE REALLYYYY PROUD OF YOU<<<3333 LOV U BB KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DOOOO

thank you so much my lovely bae!! ilysm and i hope i did this request justice!! i kind of went off on a tangent and got carried away with the plot waaa &lt;3

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sorry seems to be the hardest word

pairing: ot8 x fem!9th member!reader

warnings: angst, hurt comfort, reader snapping at the members, reader being physically unwell, fluff at the end

words: 2.29k

everything was going wrong today, and you truly meant every. fucking. thing.

somehow, you had managed to turn your alarm off the night before (probably because you fell asleep while on your phone, accidentally calling your mom in you sleep in the process), and none of the guys took the initiative to wake you up when they got up.

okay, sure, you couldn’t blame them entirely. you were a grown woman, and you could look after yourself. but weren’t you supposed to be a team? eight other people surrounding you, and none of them thought to check on you? especially when you were usually up and alert before they were? no, instead they were all out the door without even knocking to see if you were feeling okay. so much for being your brothers and best friends.

so god forbid, you were late this morning. you managed to turn up at the company for your vocal lessons only ten minute late, but it felt awful as you’d never been late before. you were so incredibly lucky to get the opportunity to debut with skz, especially joining the group later in their career and being the only girl. you wanted to do everything perfectly to show that you deserved to be where you were, and with the way today was shaping out you were so disappointed with yourself.

but then - it got worse. you, in your rush to leave the dorms, had forgotten your sheet music, leaving your vocal teacher to be short and snappy with you. yeah, you brought it up on your phone instead, but she was strict, and a firm believer in “good old-fashioned pen and paper over your silly little radio devices nowadays”. her attitude towards you for the remainder of your lesson affected you more than you liked to admit - excusing yourself to the bathroom to have a little cry before you headed to the studio.

for some reason, none of your schedules were properly coordinated today, leaving jisung to be the one in the studio with you - rather than chan, like usual -  while you recorded your lines for the demos to be sent to the company later in the month, when you’d decide the songs for the new album you had upcoming later in the year.

jisung was always the nicest to you, especially when he could tell you were having a rough day - you were both very alike in that sense, very attentive towards each other as if you could tell what the other was feeling. 

however, it seemed today that something had crawled up his ass and died. he was almost as snappy as your vocal teacher, and you were quite frankly sick of it. you kept messing up your lines; whether from the stress or the ache building in your throat (god you hoped you weren’t getting sick), you weren’t sure. but clearly, jisung wouldn’t stand for it.

“honestly, (y/n), you might as well just call it a day and come back to this with chan-hyung another day. i need to get on with other stuff.” he sighed, dismissively, as you bit back the tears fighting to escape your eyes. he wouldn’t even look at you, and your stomach was doing somersaults. was he really that mad? surely he could see how hard you were trying.

but instead of confronting him, you just grabbed your belongings and left after silently agreeing. no one answered your message on the group chat when you asked if anyone was down to get lunch together, even though you could see basically everyone had read it, so you retreated to the canteen alone before you had to go to practice with the boys.

as the ache in your throat spread to your joints, fatigue plaguing you, you trudged up to the practice room for rehearsals with the boys. you were learning a new dance - in fact, the already chosen title track for the new album, and deep down you were dreading it. it was more difficult than you had imagined, and definitely aimed more towards moves the boys could do compared to you. you loved the boys, but sometimes you felt like they forgot that men and women’s bodies worked differently.

surprisingly, you weren’t the last to arrive, squashing your fear of another thing going wrong.

but just as soon as practice began, your fear was reawakened. the ache in your joints was making the dance more difficult for you to execute, and you could feel the annoyance radiating off of minho’s body even if he wouldn’t admit it. you stumbled a few times, almost knocking into felix, who looked at you more frustrated than concerned.

“seriously, (n/n), what’s going on? it’s really not that hard. get your head in the game.”

you huffed, shaking out your limbs and telling minho to start the track again. maybe if you ignored your surroundings, ignored how you were feeling, then things would be easier. you could block out minho’s harsh criticisms - he was probably just tired. you could block out everything, knowing the boys were suffering just as much as you lately. but when the music stopped again, and everyone was talking at you, voice after voice lapping over each other you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“shut the fuck up! shut up, shut up, shut up! give me a fucking break, i’m trying my hardest!”

you honestly didn’t mean to snap, you were just so overwhelmed and couldn’t take anymore. when chan tried to put a comforting hand on your shoulder, you flung it off, all your annoyance and stress from the day building up at once.

“don’t fucking touch me. i don’t need your pity, i don’t need you to tell me that i don’t know how to do my job well enough. this is the fucking worst day of my life and you all keep making it worse!”

every fiber of your being was telling you to stop, to be reasonable, but it was like your mouth was making its own decisions. you couldn’t tell which member it was, but you were interrupting the gentle call of your name before you could even control it.

“and no, before any of you try to be funny, i’m not on my period,” you sneered, anger bubbling under your skin as you saw jisung look away sheepishly. “i’m just sick of feeling like i have to fight to prove i’m good enough, like i’m not one of you guys yet. we’re supposed to be a team, but all day i’ve been pushed to the side and treated like i don’t matter. i’m sick of it!”

you breathed heavily, grabbing your duffle bag from the side of the room and storming towards the door.

“i’m staying with yeji tonight, leave me the fuck alone.”

was all you said before leaving the boys stood in shock, confused as to why you were acting like you hated them.

regrettably, the minute you found yourself in yeji’s dorm and explained your day to her, you knew you were in the wrong. how could you let yourself treat your best friends that way? they didn’t deserve that, and you would be most understanding if they never forgave you. it was only when the throb in your head and ache in your joints became too much that you finally allowed yourself to sleep.

chan’s apology

luckily, you and the boys were granted a week off a while ago, and today marked the first day of that week. however, knowing chris he was probably still hauled up in the studio from the night before. it was around 3am (yeji shouldn’t have let you crash so early, your sleep schedule was going to be manic), so you pulled yourself together before making the decision to go visit him.

he may not even want to see you after your little outburst, but you could still try.

you stopped by the convenience store on your way to the studio, grabbing some snacks and some drinks just to be on the safe side. carefully checking the group chat, you saw that changbin was still in the studio with chan and you hoped you could get there before he left - it might be easier to kill two birds with one stone. you were just glad you bought way too much food for just two people.

you smiled politely, bowing at the security guard as he let you into the building, heart thumping in your ears as you carefully traced the steps to chan’s studio.

when you finally approached the door, you had to take a minute to prepare yourself to knock. you heard chan’s voice mumbling behind the door once you did, nervously waiting until he came and opened it.

he looked surprised to see you, frozen for a moment before quickly ushering you in and sitting you on the couch next to changbin. almost in instinct, changbin’s arm was slung around your shoulder - something he always did when you were close by, relishing in the fact he wasn’t the shortest in the group anymore.

you sheepishly held out the bag containing all the goodies you got at the convenience store to chan, a small smile on your face when he took it.

“got you some snacks.. kind of guessed you might have forgotten to eat.” your voice was quiet, ashamed. you just hoped they wouldn’t hold your outburst against you.

but when chan grinned, you knew he could never be mad at you for long.

“we were worried about you, y’know? that’s why jisung let you go early today - something seemed off and we didn’t want you to get too overwhelmed.” changbin said from next to you, the hand on your shoulder rubbing it comfortingly. 

you couldn’t stop the tears from welling up behind your eyes again, but bit them back in fear they’d think you were looking for sympathy.

“i– i’m so sorry. i’ve just had an awful day, and i feel like shit, but that doesn’t excuse my actions, and i shouldn’t have snapped at you all - you couldn’t have known, and its not your fault.”

you explained why your day had been so bad to them (after some pushing from chan), and how you were feeling physically, causing changbin to look at you with great worry.

they indulged in a small cuddle session, feasting on the snacks you provided while they tried to help cheer you up. and honestly, it worked, just talking through how you were feeling, and gettin constructive feedback rather than just a shoulder to lean on was relieving.

you couldn’t apologize to them more, feeling so ashamed of your actions, but they were quick to reassure you it was okay - everyone had bad days, you were only human after all. you just needed to work on your communication a little bit.

when you finally got ready to head back to the dorm at 5am, you felt better than you had in a long time, actually.

apology numbers one and two: complete.

but when you arrived back at the dorm, head peacefully resting on changbin’s shoulder, what you weren’t expecting to walk into was what you all called a “cuddle pool” - the sofa bed pulled out, covered with pillows and blankets - and a spot waiting for you between felix and seungmin.

your eyes watered at the expectant faces of your soul-brothers, small sobs leaving your lips as your shoulders shook. god, the day had taken a toll on you - you couldn’t remember the last time you cried in front of the boys.

it was only then that minho - who you hadn’t seen standing by the door - scooped you into a hug.

“oh, angel,” he frowned, a hand pressed to your forehead. “you’re burning up. is that why you felt so bad earlier?”

words seemed to fail you, and all you could do was nod as your grip on his sweater tightened. it certainly wouldn’t be the first time you got sick from stress, but you hated being sick. you hated feeling out of control in your own body, and despised being doted on like you were unable. however, this time… you think you could let it slide. you just needed your boys close by right now.

they seemed to enjoy looking after you, and you felt you owed them that after the situation in the practice room.

minho was quick to place on you on the couch, felix and seungmin suffocating you in a bone-crushing hug. jisung handed you the tv remote, saying you could choose to watch whatever you wanted, and that everyone would be having a slumber party in the living room until you felt better.

minho and chan had gone to make you some chicken noodle soup - using felix’s mom’s recipe, which was known for being a lifesaver in your dorm. jeongin was quick to grab you your comfort plushie, taking his place on the floor by your feet - the two of you were 100% keen on physical affection, but having him close by helped.

within merely an hour, all nine of you were curled up, an animated disney movie playing, with soup and mugs of tea being passed around the room. it was nice, and it felt so good to have your boys so close and willing to help you.

you definitely took on changbin’s mention of needing to improve on communication, wanting nothing more than to improve yourself for the little family you had build around you. and yeah you were sick, and they would probably get sick too by being in such close proximity to you, but that was a problem for another day. you’d just return the favor of looking after them.

you just knew you were lucky to have them.

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[crazykitsch]

Can you do a jealous Fermin one pls, it starts a little angsty but ends in fluff 🙏🏻 I’ll leave it to your imagination

Fermin Lopez: you & me

pairing: fermin lopez x reader

warnings: none

❝I don't care about your first love. This should be your last one. Nothing like your last one. You look better on me, that's fashion.❞

I am not the jealous type. Atleast.. I like to think i’m not, others might disagree.

However my boyfriend, Fermin, sure does know how to make me jealous. I know he doesn’t do it on purpose, but it does sometimes (always) get to me when I see him and his ex girlfriend Valerie (who was also his first girlfriend). They broke up about 1,5 year ago and still remained friends.

I honestly just don’t get it, whats her deal? Me and Fermin are perfect for eachother and look great together. No need for her to butt in.

Right now we’re at Lewandowski’s house for a lunch for all Barca players and their girlfriends. Somehow Valerie is here since Pedri is single and he’s good friends with her so he invited her.

Im sitting next to Fermin and right next to him is, ofcourse, Valerie.

I AM a girls girl but I really do fucking hate her, sorry. I feel like she knows whats shes doing and how to get on my nerves. Should I name an example? Right now she is ‘talking’ with Fermin. Any person who doesn’t know them would definitely assume they’re a couple. But they’re not. I am sitting here, talking to no one, while being on my phone just scrolling on Instagram, I don’t know what to do.

I suddenly hear an annoying voice giggle so I immediately look at Valerie. I see her and Fermin laughing together at God knows what and she leans towards his shoulder and rests her head there. What the fuck. Now i’ve seriously had enough of her bullshit. How does Fermin not notice she’s still into him?

I sit here for a minute thinking of all the things I wanna do to her AND him. I decide to not do anything right now and instead I get up and go to Robert Lewandowski, I say goodbye to him and a few of my friends here and grab my jacket. Fermin has the car keys but I do not feel like talking to him so I just walk home. It is a 30 minute walk and as im walking I start to think about everything. I suddenly start crying and text my friend

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PRIVATE CHAT: lola <3 & y/n 🎀

y/n 🎀:

lola?

lola

lola

please answer

lola <3:

hi

hi

hi

whats wrong bb

y/n 🎀:

im literally so fucking done

are you home?

walking in your street

lola <3:

walking ??

y/n come over now

~

My tears have stopped and I knocked on Lola’s door. She opens it very quickly and lets me in. ‘Y/n what happened?’ she says and I can’t help but cry again. It might seem dumb to other people but I just really don’t like it when others try to take what belongs to me. ‘Lunch at Lewandowski’s, fucking Valerie getting on my nerves again, Fermin doing nothing.’ I say. We walk into her living room and sit on her couch. She hugs me as she says ‘Boys are really stupid, you know? Especially Fermin. He has such a pretty, smart, amazing girlfriend.’ I don’t know what to say so I just nod and hug her. ‘Do you want to spend the night?’ she asks and I nod again.

We just sit there watching tv and i’ve calmed down a bit. Right now it’s almost dinner time so we decide to cook pasta together. During dinner I suddenly remember I haven’t updated Fermin at all..

‘Do you think I need to text Fermin? I didn’t tell him where exactly I was going.’ I asked, I know I probably should but I don’t know if im ready for an argument. ‘If you’re ready for that you should.’ Lola says. I take a minute to think about it and say ‘I’ll do it tonight.’

It’s currently 8pm and me and Lola are on the couch watching a movie. We’re both so tired that after an hour we accidentally fall asleep. Stupid. I know.

I wake up the next morning and see that it’s 6am. I wake up Lola and say ‘Did I text Fermin? Or did I forget?’ okay now i’m really stressed. ‘Ehm.. I dont know, I think you didn’t’. ‘Fuck!’ I grab my phone and the first thing I see are all his notifications..

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PRIVATE CHAT: fermin 🩷 & y/n ❤️

fermin 🩷:

where did you go to?

is it because of Val?

fermin 🩷:

just got home, where are you?

fermin 🩷:

im worried

fermin 🩷:

okay youre not funny anymore

where are you

fermin 🩷:

come home now y/n

fermin 🩷:

its midnight. please come home

fermin 🩷:

alright i’ll take it as a sign youre not coming home

~

Oh my god. I’m so stupid??? I show Lola the texts and she tells me to hurry and go home so I do.

She gives me a ride to my house and right now im standing in front of our door. I hesitate for a second but then I knock and I see Fermin standing there. Before I can even figure out what to do or say he pulls me into a hug and says ‘I’m so grateful you’re okay dont do that again please.’ I don’t know how to react. What I did WAS a bit wrong, but he’s not innocent either. Should I mention that i’m still mad? Or should I just let it slide? But if I let it slide Valerie will only get more and more touchy and comfortable with him..

‘Fermin?’ I say as I pull out of the hug. ‘I left yesterday because i’m so fucking tired of you and Valerie. I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed but that girl is still into you. She knows exactly how she can get on my nerves and she never fails to do so. I don’t want to be that girl to make you pick sides but I would really appreciate it if you, my boyfriend, would see how she’s acting and tell her to stop.’

I can tell he doesn’t really know what to say. Before I can say something he says ‘Y/n Valerie is a friend of mine, nothing more. If she really does bother you i’ll break all contact with her right now because I don’t want you to go away anymore.’ I see him grabbing his phone and I can see he’s removing her number and unfollowing her on everything. I mumble a little ‘Thank you’ and he says ‘If you feel like that again please just tell me and if i deny it keep telling me, alright?’ I nod yes and hug him again.

It’s now a few hours later, 11 pm, and Fermin needs to go to Ciutat Esportiva Joan Camper for football training. ‘Y/n do you want to come along? Your support brings luck.’ he says and I smile and nod yes.

When we arrive there I see my friend Mikky and sit next to her. All of a sudden she says ‘How are things between you, Fermin.. and Valerie?’ I laugh and say ‘Me and Fermin are good now, Valerie is still the same bitch she was before.’ We both laugh while we sit there watching our boyfriends train.

After training, which took them like 3 hours we go home. He says he’s all sore and hurt but im pretty sure he’s just saying that so we can cuddle which I dont mind. I’m sitting on the couch as he lays on top of me.

‘Was fun watching you train today.’ I say as I start playing with his hair, ‘You were talking with Mikky the entire time though.’ he says. I kiss his head as I say ‘Needed to catch up.’ I can hear him hum and notice he’s been getting a bit more tired. I turn on the tv to watch my favorite show and notice Fermin has fallen asleep. I smile and kiss him one more time before fully concentrating on the show.

A/n: I’m soooo sorry this took longer than expected. I’ll try my best to work on more requests today!!

[via-l0ve]

Could I request general two-bit and dallas (seperate) smut headcannons if that's okay ^^

a/n: I LOVE HEADCANNONS!!! you ask and i shall deliver. 🫶🏻

warnings: honestly just pure smut. Random gen. headcannons of Two-Bit and Dallas in bed! smut is under the cut. you’ve been warned!

Two-Bit Mathews:

def has a thing for mutual masturbation

i feel like he says stuff like “my pretty little slut.” or “Taking me so well, baby girl/boy”

sometimes if he’s just so desperate for a fuck and he dosent have a lot of patience he’ll just slide your panties to the side and pound into you

drunk sex happens because my boy is SO touchy when he’s drunk :((

i feel like he’s lowkey into cockwarming

“jus’ slide it in baby.. oh fuck.. jus’ like that.”

moaning in ur mouth when you guys are making out 😩

did someone say hair pulling kink bc i heard it

if he’s giving you head and you pull his hair-

he’s making you cum like 4 times. sorry bb

will almost get you to cum and then stop and you gotta beg the man to keep goin

likes missionary and when you ride him

he likes doing it in cars 🤷‍♀️

i feel like he’d literally brag to Steve about it💀 but if that was something you were uncomfy with he would stop when he knew

i feel like he’s down to try just about anything tbh

he takes aftercare seriously and always wants you to get a drink of water

he seems like the type to doordash food afterwards or take you to a drive in and you guys just eat and chill

but he also loves to just cuddle and hold ya afterwards.

says “i love you” a LOT

I feel like he wants to know he’s doing good

DIRTY TALK.

“so good for me baby. taking my cock like this. fuck.. what a good girl/boy.”

“y’feel so good on my cock… i can never get enough of ya.”

Dallas Winston:

Spit kink !

spits on his fingers before driving them into you or will make you taste yourself on his fingers afterwards.

if you’re giving him head and you gag around his cock - his soul will ascend to the heavens

throat fucking you is like heaven to Dallas

LOVES teasing you in front of the guys without them knowing

you both cuddling under blankets and talking to the gang while he rubs your clit and fingers you

“you gotta keep quiet, doll. cant have them knowin’ what were doin’, huh?”

calls you a lot of nicknames

loves it when you moan his name

he loves cumming inside you or on your chest

whether you have big tits or a flatter chest, whether you’re male or female, dosent matter. Dallas will finish on your chest and he will take a mental photo of what that looks like to jack off to.

BEGS you to take pics in lingerie (or nude) so he can have ‘em to jerk off to if you’re not there.

bondage kink too

i think he’d like to restrict you to a bedpost and throat fuck you or have you suck his cock while he’s all tied up <3

he’d be willing to sub but he would rather be a dom

He would sub on some days though

if you’re into smoking weed i can imagine high sex happening

he’d never force you into stuff

Feelin like he’s got a little slapping kink

slaps your ass or your face (gently, and with consent!!) when you’re going rough

OVERSTIM.

he gets hard from js thinking about overstimulating you until you’re a crying mess, begging for a release.

“no, not yet baby. i know you can take one more. one more for me, yeah?”

multiple orgasms

he can be gentle if that’s what you want but i think he def likes to go rough a lot too.

he does aftercare, makes sure you’re hydrated and comfortable but saves most of the talking for the morning after.

i also feel like he’d take your panties off with his teeth 🤭

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Omg I just had the cutest weirdgirl! Reader x Rafey drabble n NEEDED to tell u !!

Okay so let's say Rafey is kinda upset n angry (for whatever reason you'd like) and Weirdgirl! Reader thinks it's her fault and so she makes him a cute lil plushie (like those lil weird cute 1s), ORR just bakes him a cake that says "Im sorry ♡" on the top

I JUST THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE THE CUTESTTTT

Ty bb !! 🪽🪽 ur the best for doing all my reqs ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

Okay okay, so we’ve talked about how jealous and protective Rafe is. But, we haven’t discussed that weird!girl is the same way. 18+

It wasn’t your fault some tennis instructor at the club was throwing herself all over your man. And it definitely wasn’t your fault when all her expensive tennis rackets were slashed to shit. And her little tennis skirts she left in the locker room were cut in half. It’s also not your fault she had a very public meltdown about it while you stood there with a devilish smirk on your face. Giving yourself away to everyone but Rafe as he looked down at you knowingly.

Rafe didn’t care, really, at least he had no remorse for the girl who got her shit destroyed. He could give a fuck less. But, he hates that you could’ve gotten caught. So he definitely lays into you about it. Even though he secretly thought it was so fucking hot. He edged you for hours that night without letting you cum.

But ofc you still feel a lil bad for upsetting him the next day, so you make him this and present it to him in slutty little lingerie. He overstimulates you till you’re crying and then you both eat the cake right off the plate while you watch a movie before passing out.

All things Rafe & his weird!girl here

[thefallennightmare]

Hi bb!

So I feel like shit and I want to request a HC about Folio. You can do it how you want to 😌

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I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BB! I hope you still want what we originally talked about!

You were angry.

No, fuming.

He was doing it again.

Leaving for weeks without committing to you.

You and Folio had this weird relationship for months now. Both of you hooking up when you needed to take the edge off.

Sex slowly turned to hangouts which then turned out to frequent date nights.

But never once did you two make it official because of his busy life.

"I can't do a relationship right now, sweetheart," Folio sighed while stepping into his jeans.

You clutched the sheets closer to your chest. "Why? You claim your life is too busy with touring and everything but you've been in my bed every night this week."

He ran a hand through his short hair before putting his hat on. "Maybe we I get back from tour-."

You held up your hand immediately cutting him off. "Save it! It's always the same bullshit excuse with you, Nick. You say after but when you're home, I'm only good for sex."

"That's not even remotely true, Y/N." Folio defended.

"Then why can't we make this official?" You rose from the bed and got dressed.

When he stayed silent, you knew you had your answer.

"Have a great fucking life, Nick. When you get back from living your life as a rockstar, don't call me."

It had been three months since you last saw and spoke to Nick. While you did your best to stand your ground and not reach out to him first, your heart was breaking.

You missed him so much.

His smile, his infectious laughter, the way he smelled, and the way he radiated light. Always.

But you couldn’t fall back into his trap. You wouldn’t.

You headed those words for all those months but when there was a knock at your in the middle of the night, a distrust looking Folio on the other side of it the walls you built came crumbling down.

“I tried, sweet girl. I tried so fucking hard to be okay without you. I thought I didn’t want a relationship but I was so fucking wrong,” he admitted with a shaky breath.

You could see from his bloodshot eyes that he’d been crying.

“What makes you think I want a relationship anymore?” You asked with crossed arms.

“Because I know you, Y/N. I know that you love me. Just as much as I love you.”

That was the first time he uttered those three words and it make your heart jump into your throat.

You knew you loved Folio early on in this weird relationship you two had but you figured he didn’t.

“You-you love me?”

There was a faint smile pulling at his lips. “I love you so much, Y/N. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it. But if you’ll have me, I’ll prove it to you. I want you sweetheart. All I want is you.”

You yanked him inside with a tight grasp on his shirt and crashed your lips to his.

“You’re not leaving in the morning.” You said.

Folio shook his head during your kiss. “Never again.”

[berryhobii]

OMG HI😭😭i love your writing so much like im obsessed you’re so talented!!! i see your request are open and i just wanted to see if you do something where it’s after Yoongi and Y/N get into petty argument and Y/N is like “you know what? whatever” and gives Yoongi the silent treatment however, Yoongi hates being ignored (especially by his girl) so after giving her some space for a few hours and trying to get her to talk to him, he’s had enough oh the silence and decides to take matters into his own hands 🫣 I HOPE THIS MADE SENSE😭😭😭this thought has been running rampant in my mind for a week and i would love to see how you would write this ! there’s no rush, take your time if you don’t feel like it that’s TOTALLY okay i just want you to know that you’re writing is IMMACULATE, chefs mf kiss 🤌🏾 and that’s you are so freaking talented!! thank you for sharing your writing with us🥰🥰💕

Ahhhhhh! I love you so much! Your requests have given me such good ideas! I hope I fulfilled this one well. It turned into kind of brat tamer Yoongi who loves reader to pieces because I love everything about that trope. I really hope you love it bb!🩵🩵🩵

~

“Turn left up here!”

“I know where I’m going!”

“Obviously not! The parking lot will be full by the time we get there.”

Currently, you and your husband were on the way to your favorite store to spend some more of the gift cards you got at your wedding. You received so many and Yoongi made you agree that you’d only use them for important things.

New stuff for Holly counted as important, right? Of course it did.

A few months ago, you two moved to a new neighborhood which meant you didn’t really know where everything was.

As designated passenger princess, it was your responsibility to look hot, control the music and also manage the GPS to get you places but Yoongi wanted to trust his car’s GPS more than you. Ridiculous right?

He sighed. “I know where I’m going, okay? I don’t need your help.”

Your mouth dropped, a scandalized and dramatic gasp passing your glossed lips. How dare he?!

Crossing your arms over your chest, you slumped in the passenger seat. “You know what? Whatever, Yoongi.” You mumbled.

Silence enveloped the car, only the low sound of J.Cole’s melodic voice filling the space.

Yoongi glanced over at you, a smile threatening his lips at your pouty face. Ugh, you were such a spoiled little brat but he loved you so much. He actually took pleasure in riling you up and watching you get all huffy. Everytime he saw that princess personality, it awakened something in him—a need to both smother you with kisses and spank your ass until you were crying.

He reached over to place a large hand on your thigh. “Come on baby. Don’t be upset.”

You ignored him, fully turning your body towards the window. Uh oh, your full super bratty mode was activated.

“Are you really gonna ignore me?” He pondered.

No answer.

“Baby please. I’m sorry.”

Nothing.

He guessed he’d have to roll with this.

When Yoongi pulled into the parking lot of your favorite store, he tried to talk to you again but you were already out of the car.

Unfortunately, whenever you were upset with Yoongi, you got a sudden stroke of independence. He normally opened your door for you so he knew you were really upset when you did it yourself.

You didn’t talk to him the entire time through the store but you almost broke when you passed the pillows.

“Look baby. They have those pillows you were looking at.”

You picked one up before turning to Yoongi, opening your mouth to say, “yeah they…..” but you cut yourself off, remembering your vow of silence. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to speak but you held it. Tossing the pillows into the cart, you continued through the store, hands hurting from how hard you gripped the handles.

You couldn’t fight that skip in your heart. He remembered the pillows…..you told him about those weeks ago…..fuck.

You didn’t even notice Yoongi’s sly smirk as he walked behind you. He knew this silent treatment wouldn’t last long and he was honestly kind of amused. He knew you wanted to talk to him but your pride wouldn’t allow you to break first, not until you felt like it. He guessed he’d have to put up with your silent treatment a little longer.

Besides, with you walking ahead of him, he could stare at your perfect ass in those stretch pants all he wanted. His hand itched to grab it but he resisted. He didn’t want to make you more upset…..on purpose.

Yoongi ended up having to practically fight you with the bags, insisting he’ll put them back in the cart and push them to the car. You weren’t happy but you also didn’t argue, huffing and puffing your way back to the car.

Yoongi didn’t unlock the doors until he was finished putting the bags in the trunk which was getting you even more riled up. He knew you wanted to open your own door but doing it for you was just more amusing.

You squinted your eyes at him in frustration, throat burning with the desire to tell him off but you got in the car anyway, still completely silent.

The drive home was silent, as was the short journey up to your apartment. Holly greeted you both at the door, the wiggly dog jumping all over you. You didn’t even try to go through the bags, just heading straight for your bedroom where you could ignore Yoongi better. And of course, Holly followed you, not sparing Yoongi a passing glance.

Traitor, Yoongi thought.

He sighed but left you alone. He knew you weren’t that upset about what he said in the car. You were just being stubborn. He spoiled you too much. He could also be kind of passive(he’s working on it) as well so perhaps this was proving to be a little test for him.

After putting away the few grocery items and leaving the rest of your choices for you to sort through, he flopped down on the couch.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

He liked his peace and quiet as much as the next person but the noise you brought was different. He had grown used to hearing you singing under your breath or talking to yourself as you thought about dinner or the crash of all of your hair products falling because you had so many and they didn’t fit right in the hallway closet.

You had ingrained yourself into his life—you and your own perfect little storm of gentle chaos.

He missed you. Even though you were in the next room. He missed you.

Standing from the couch, he walked down the hall to the bedroom. He couldn’t hear anything on the other side.

His knuckles rapped gently against the wood before he opened he door. “Baby?”

He found you laid on your back on the bed, phone held over your face as you scrolled through social media. Holly was resting on his dog bed in the corner, little head lifting as Yoongi entered.

“Go.” He motioned to the door. Holly tilted his head in a way that solidified Yoongi’s suspicion that his dog was secretly a human. Human or not, Holly knew better than to stick around.

Yoongi closed the door before focusing his attention back on you.

He approached the bed, leaning a knee on it. You could feel the dip but made no move to acknowledge him.

“Baby please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. Of course I need you. I love when you tell me where to go but then you get distracted so we miss the turn. Remember we were late to our rehearsal dinner?”

Your lip twitched at the memory. Of course you do. The excitement of your wedding being the next day had you so caught up in your then fiancé that you couldn’t even focus on giving directions. And thanks to Yoongi being equally distracted by how stunning you were, he didn’t even think to make sure you stayed focused enough to give directions. He missed the exit twice before finally getting on track. Nevertheless, it was still a memorable evening with his family and close friends.

And the precursor to the rest of a wonderful life with you.

You still continued to ignore him. You could hear the sincerity in his apology but you wanted to make him sweat just a little bit longer.

But even Yoongi had a breaking point and you were crossing it.

“Baby.”

No answer.

Alright. Breaking point crossed.

~

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult? Ignoring me, “he scoffed with a shake of his head and landing a sharp smack to your ass. “You’re crazy.”

Your head was buried in the blankets, shoulders pressed against the bed and wrists held tightly in Yoongi’s grip.

His hips were slamming into your ass hard enough to hurt, his thick cock stretching your walls to their limit. He was thick enough to give you that slightly searing stretch and long enough to make you feel it all the way to your deepest parts.

“Mm, Yoongi!” You cry out as his strokes became longer, pulling himself all the way out to the tip remained before slamming back inside. He grits his teeth at your walls sucking him in as if they didn’t want him to go. Thank goodness for his stamina. After meeting you, he’s had to learn how restrain himself longer than ever. He never used to cum quick before meeting you. And yes, that was one of the many reasons he pursued you. “F-fuck….you feel so good.”

You arched your back more, lifting your ass so that he could reach even deeper.

“Don’t ignore me again. Do you understand?” He landed another slap on your bouncing ass, loving the recoil.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, face feeling hot from your breath that kept blowing back from how your face was pressed into the mattress.

Everything felt too tight, too hot, too sweaty, too good.

“Yes! I’m sorry!” You cried.

Releasing your wrists, he grabbed at your braids, twisting them around his wrist a few times. Waist length were definitely a smart investment.

He pulled you up until you were “balanced” on your hands because let’s face it, those things were numb as hell. His hold on your hair was really the only thing keeping you upright.

“Sorry for what? Apologize properly.”

He wanted you to form full sentences? That was like asking Jada to stop talking about Tupac. Impossible.

Another stroke knocked your speech centers loose, third orgasm since you started bubbling in your lower belly.

Yoongi could feel your walls clenching up, your moans growing louder at each thrust. Oh no you don’t.

He stopped his hips, still buried deep in your cunt. You whined as your orgasm ebbed away, wiggling your hips in an attempt to throw yourself back on his cock but a hand on your hip made you still.

“You’re not cumming until you apologize properly. Now, what aren’t you gonna do again?”

You swallowed, lip quivering and tears welling up. “I…I won’t ignore you again.”

He grinned. “Apology accepted.”

His hips set a punishing pace, your ass ricocheting off his hips. It had you moaning in ecstasy, nearly slipping from his grasp but he wrapped an arm under your breasts to keep you steady.

“Shit, I love this pussy. So. Fucking. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust.

Your hand reached back to claw at his side, the slight sting making him groan and thus pushing him faster.

He yanked your hair until your back was pressed flush against his chest, his hips never slowing down. Almost instantly, you turned your head, seeking his lips as you always did when you were close. His heart fluttered, loving how affectionate you were.

You almost miss his lips from how absolutely feral he was going in your poor cunt. Fortunately, he tilts your head better with his grip on your hair, kissing your wet pout. The tenderness has your heart swooning despite all the chaos. He sucks at your tongue, leaving a light bite on your bottom lip as well.

“Gonna cum, my sweet girl?” He whispers in your ear, nipping at the skin.

You didn’t need to answer him, you’re growing moans enough to confirm. The hand that wasn’t scratching at his skin raises up to bury in his hair, yanking his strands similar to how he was doing you causing him to grunt in delight.

The arm around your body moved down to rub circles into your clit and you swore you saw the upper room. He buried his face in the side of your neck, inhaling your sweaty skin, lips leaving kisses and bites along the side of your throat.

His hips move even faster than before, desperate to carry you to your orgasm before he lost his shit. Pent up from that brief denial and riddled from your previous orgasms, you’re quick to crumble against him. Twisting in his hold, you cry out his name that’s like music to his ears.

“Yoongiiiiiiiiii! Cum in me, baby. Want you so bad….”

Your walls grip him tighter than a vice, his hips stuttering with careless abandon as he gives you exactly what you want. The sensitivity between your thighs burns in the best ways, little gasps coming from you another tiny orgasm washes over you.

“Ugh, fuck.” The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make both of you whine and gasp, his grip on you tightening and then loosening as his body shudders.

Your body falls forward on the mattress, muscles and bones weary and your eyes drooping as exhaustion weighs on them. You feel Yoongi flop down next to you, only the sound of his slightly hurried breaths filling the room.

“Not falling asleep on me, are ya?” He asks after a few seconds. He turns his head to find you are, in fact, beginning to doze off.

“No.” You fib, rolling your achy body over and holding up one arm. “Come kiss me.”

His smile is as sweet as him. He scoots over to bury himself in your warmth. Your arm wraps around him as his head lifts to give you your requested kisses.

“I love you.” You confess against his lips.

He hums. “Love you too. Even though you’re bad at giving directions.”

You roll your eyes but continued to peck at his lips. “Marry your GPS then.”

“I already have.” He hugs you closer. “And I wouldn’t give her up for anything.”

[munson-blurbs]

I’m torn between snickers and sour patch kids with butterfinger and Steve Harrington, so I’ll leave the first part up to you and your genius mind 🩵

I did a lil bit of both, bb. I hope you like it!

Forced proximity/Shy!Reader/Steve Harrington

Warnings: Steve is an ass (kind of enemies-to-lovers), semi-public making out, mention of a boner hehe

WC: 1k

Divider credit to @saradika

“Okay, so,” Steve starts, adjusting his company-required sailor hat, “there’s a whole method to getting the proper scoop. You can’t just go plunging in all willy-nilly.” He dunks the ice cream scooper into the vat of mint chocolate chip and creates a perfect sphere, plopping it into the empty cup with a triumphant smile. “Now, it’s your turn.”

You hesitantly take the scooper from his outstretched hand. “Yeah, okay.” This was supposed to be a fun summer job–a way to make some extra money before heading off to college in the fall. But you’ve only been here for two days, and Steve has been breathing down your neck the entire time. 

You lean over to try and mimic his motions when he makes an obnoxious buzzer noise. “Nope, you gotta hold it in the middle, not the end.” He huffs out with an eye roll. “Here, I’ll show you. Again.”

That’s the final straw; the tears you’ve been holding back force their way forward. You dart into the walk-in freezer and let the heavy door slam behind you before breaking down into a sobbing fit.

“Hey! What the hell?” Steve drops the scooper, flips the “open” sign to “closed,” and follows after you. Light floods the freezer as he swings the door open, pulling it shut with a barely audible click. “What are you doing?”

You wipe your tear-stained cheeks, desperate not to let him see you cry. “I quit!” Your words are wobbly, and you push yourself up off of the ground as quickly as you can.

“You quit?!” He sputters, crossing his arms over his chest. “You haven’t even been here for two full shifts!”

“And you’ve made every last second of them miserable,” you mumble under your breath, reaching for the door handle. You pull it down, but the door doesn’t budge. Once more with some force leads to the same results. 

You turn to Steve, who’s watching with a horrified look on his face. “Shit, shit, shit!” he mutters, yanking on the handle without success. “We’re, uh, locked in.”

Thanks, Einstein, you think wryly, but keep that retort to yourself. Instead, you slump back down and bury your head in your hands. 

Steve sits next to you, knocking his knee into yours. “Robin’ll be here for her shift soon,” he says, “and then you can leave and never see me again.” When you don’t respond, he sighs and stands up, grabbing something from one of the shelves. You watch as he pulls out a whiteboard divided into two columns and uses the dry-erase marker to add a tally to the side labeled “YOU SUCK.”

“Wh-What’s that?” you ask before you can stop yourself. 

“Oh, uh,” Steve shrugs, “just this stupid thing Robin made for whenever I inevitably screw up my chances with a pretty girl. Figured I’d beat her to the punch this time.”

You nod; he must’ve been flirting with a customer earlier today before you’d arrived. “Who was it?”

Steve cocks an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Who was the pretty girl? Did she go to Hawkins High?”

He nearly chokes on his own saliva. “Are…you can’t be serious.” When you only offer him a confused look, he lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. “It’s you, all right? With your cute smile and the way you laugh…” He trails off, shaking his head. 

It takes you several moments to process what he’s just said. “Me?!” you finally manage. There’s no way; there’s absolutely no way…

“You,” Steve confirms, nervously tucking a thumbnail between his teeth. 

“If you…then why have you been…”

“An asshole?” he shoots you a guilty smile, raking his fingers through his hair. Even slightly mussed, it looks perfect. “That’s because in addition to being an asshole, I’m also an idiot. And I, uh, tried to convince myself that I hated you so that I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”

You nod slowly, processing what he’s just told you. “That is…” you suck your teeth, “the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

His laughter is genuine this time, and he shakes his head as he says, “Yeah…not my best idea.” He looks at you with wide eyes. “I do think you’re beautiful, though. And also really sweet and smart and, um, stuff.”

Despite the chill from literally being refrigerated, you feel heat creeping up your neck. “Steve, you don’t have to be nice to me now just because you feel bad,” you say softly, unable to meet his gaze.

“Hey.” Steve’s voice is barely audible over the whir of the freezers. He takes your hand in his. “I like you. A lot. And I’m sorry I was such a shit head the last few days. Can we have a do-over?” 

You giggle, and when you duck to hide your face, he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, nudging it slightly upwards.

“I’m Steve,” he whispers, “and I’m going to kiss you now.” He ducks down and presses his lips to yours, gently parting them with his tongue. You accept his touch eagerly, melding your body with his. 

Steve presses you up against the wall, his leg between yours. Hands glide up over your uniform, not daring to explore underneath quite yet. You cautiously tug on his little neckerchief, pulling him even closer. 

You want more. You need more. You–

“Oh, my God! In the freezer? This is where we keep food!”

Steve jumps backwards, clearly embarrassed to be caught. “Jesus, Robin. A warning would’ve been nice.”

“I could say the same for you,” she bites back. “Go home, Steve. Your shift was over ten minutes ago.”

You shuffle out as quickly as possible, trying to hide your humiliation. Steve follows suit, but not before Robin mutters to him, “Nice boner, Casanova. Real subtle.”

“Shut up, Robs.” He adjusts himself over his pants, shifting his apron to better cover the evidence.

Robin rolls her eyes, catching sight of her infamous white board as she goes to shut the door. With a sigh, she begrudgingly adds the first-ever tally to the “YOU RULE” side.

--

[amhrosina]

Have You Ever Seen the Rain (Frank Castle x f!Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: This lovely request was made by @mymamalife and I loved writing it. Y'all know I love me some soft!Frank. Thank you for requesting!

My requests are open!

Request: Hi! I have a Frank x f!reader request if that's okay. Reader is afraid of storms and a big one rolls in over Hell's Kitchen and Frank finds a way of helping her through it.

Summary: A storm hits Hell's Kitchen, and Frank races home to help reader through her anxieties.

(Warnings: super soft!Frank, descriptions of anxiety/panic attack, cursing, Frank is shirtless at the end but there's no smut, let me know if i missed any!)

You eyed the storm clouds rolling over Manhattan, internally groaning and heading into the subway terminal. The weatherman had mentioned a chance of thunderstorms and you had spent the day praying to the universe that it would alter its path. Unfortunately, it seemed like the universe wasn’t on your side today.  

For the last two hours you had watched the sky grow darker from your high-rise office window, finally deciding to head home early to beat the storm. This plan wouldn’t change anything, you knew that, but the idea of having a panic attack surrounded by nosy coworkers was the less appealing option of the two.  

You could always call your husband, Frank, but you didn’t want to worry him. He was a busy man, and you were a big girl. You could handle a silly little storm until he got home.  

You made your way out of the subway terminal closest to your apartment and tried not to look like you were sprinting towards your building. It was one of the nicer apartment buildings in Hell’s Kitchen and even came with a doorman, who you promptly interrupted as you rushed through the front doors.  

“Good evening, Mrs. C-” 

“Hi! Hello, Reginald! So sorry, can’t talk. Have a great evening. Bye!”  

You had exhausted your air supply trying to speak as fast as possible, which left you gulping for oxygen as you made your way towards the elevator. A loud clap of thunder echoed around the lobby, rattling the pictures hung on the wall. You let out a stunned yelp and changed directions, heading towards the stairs instead. You would not get stuck inside of a tiny elevator during this storm.  

By the time you made it to the sixth floor, you were a panting, sweaty mess. Another clap of thunder had you shakily trying to unlock your door, dropping the keys on the doormat before finally getting through the door and slamming it behind you.  

You clicked the living room lamps on and breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. Rain began pelting the windows like pellets from a BB Gun and thunder shook the building. You clapped your hands over your ears and watched as your apartment went dark, power blinking on and off for a few moments before completely failing.  

“Oh god.” You mumbled, falling to your knees. You crawled towards the couch, crying out when lightning lit up the apartment for a split second. Your breath had become uneven, a trembling gasp leaving your mouth every 10 seconds. You felt around your pockets, fingers shaking as you tried to grasp your phone.  

You dialed the number without looking. You’d memorized his phone number years ago and knowing it by heart had come in handy too many times to count.  

“What’s wrong?” Frank’s voice was gruff, but not annoyed – never annoyed with you. He wasn’t expecting you to be home for another few hours, so your phone call probably set off alarm bells in his head. 

You tried to speak, tried to figure out how to tell him that you felt like you might be dying, and you needed him here, helping you get through this, but your voice had long since left you.  

“Sweetheart,” his voice was more alarmed now, “What’s wrong?”  

“I-” You started, gulping, “Frank, I-” 

Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. You hoped he could hear your desperation because you couldn’t get your mouth to work. 

“Are you at home, sweetheart?” 

Thunder clapped and you shrieked into the phone. 

“Ah, shit,” Frank murmured, “I’m on my way, okay? Don’t go anywhere. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”  

You could hear him gathering his things and shoving them into his bag. You had no idea who he was staking out, but from the rustling of Frank’s bag, it seemed like he had been sitting there for hours. 

“No, it’s fine.” You whispered, squeezing your eyes tight as another bolt of lightning lit up the room around you. 

“I think I’ll stay on the line anyways,” he responded.  

Your heart sang with relief. Frank had gotten so good at reading your emotions since you’d met him that he could now do it over the phone.  

“I ran into Red last night over on 42nd. He told me to send his regards.”  

“Oh yeah?” You mumbled, trying to focus on the sound of his voice. 

“I told him to go to hell.” You could hear his grin through the phone. “I know your company recruits lawyers for your clients, but do you have to use Nelson & Murdock so often? He thinks we’re friends now.”  

“He’s my friend, and he’s nice. And he’s a good lawyer.” You retort, smiling slightly. A thunderous boom rattles the walls, and you flinch, nearly dropping the phone. 

“I’m almost home, sweet girl,” Frank coos into the phone, “Just hang on. Two more minutes.” 

You nod, even though he can’t see you. You rest your head on the floor, legs curled up under you. If someone didn’t know any better, they’d probably say you looked like you were doing yoga. 

You count to sixty twice, listening as Frank greets Reginald at the front door and heads up the stairs. When you reach fifty-five the second time around, the front door swings open. Frank rushes through the door, pushing it closed behind him with his foot. 

When he sees you lying on the floor, he hangs up the phone and tosses it on the couch behind you. He’s soaking wet and breathing heavier than normal. He strips out of his clothes, running quickly into the bedroom to put on dry clothes.  

“Oh, sweetheart,” He lets out a sympathetic sigh and sits next to you on the floor, pulling you into his lap. 

The living room lights up, followed quickly by a loud clap of thunder. You squeeze your eyes shut, burying your face in Frank’s chest. Tears roll down your cheeks, soaking into Frank’s sweatshirt.  

“It’s okay. You’re safe. I got you.” He whispers into your hair, running his hand up and down your back. His other hand reaches up to cradle your head, softly petting your hair. 

You focus on the pattern of Frank’s hand on your back, up and down, up and down, up and down. The tears eventually stop, but you don’t lift your head from his chest. Once your heart rate lowers, Frank swiftly stands up, carrying you into your shared bedroom.  

He sits you down on the bed and helps you remove your work clothes, swapping them out for one of his soft t-shirts and a pair of shorts. You drag his sweatshirt up and he quickly pulls it over his head, crawling into bed next to you. 

“I think the worst of it has passed, baby.” He mumbles, pulling you into his chest. You nuzzle against him, eager to sink into his warmth. You could still hear the rain pounding against the windows, but Frank was right, as usual, the storm had moved past Hell’s Kitchen. 

You let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into Frank’s hold.  

“Are you okay?” he asks, pressing a kiss into your forehead. 

“I am now.” You leave a light kiss on his chest. “You sounded busy when I called. Did I interrupt something important?”  

“’m never too busy for you, sweetheart.” He brought his lips to yours, softly kissing you until you pulled away in a dreamy haze.  

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, listening to Frank’s strong heartbeat. He swears it beats for you and you alone, that nothing in this world could ever mean as much as you do to him. On nights like these, you were never more sure of anything. 

End Note: Thank you for reading! Y'all know I'm a hoe for soft!Frank, but I feel like I need to write some hardcore SMUT after this. Lemme know if that's something y'all would be interested in!

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[forever-rogue]

Hey! My mom died a couple of weeks ago, could you please write a steve or eddie fic comforting a fem reader who’s grieving? Please?

AN | Hi bb, I’m sorry this took a bit to get to! This one got to me a little bit because I understand in my own way what you’re going through; next month it’ll be two years since I lost my mom and I know how hard it can be. I hope you’re doing okay and taking care of yourself and know you are loved.

Warnings | [Parent] Death and grieving 

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You stared out the window and watched the rain falling. It seemed like it hadn’t let up in ages and mirrored how your heart had been feeling. You heard his soft footsteps, having memorized his gait over the years, but it still made you jump when he rapped his knuckles against your open door. You found that you didn’t even have the energy to look over at him, instead leaning your head against the glass as you sat in the bay window.

“Hey sweetheart.” Steve always had the sweetest and softest voice. He came across the room, pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before sitting opposite you on the padded seat. He bent his knees and they touched yours, the contact so minimal but so needed and comforting in the moment. He didn’t ask how you were doing, and honestly? You appreciated that so much. He knew you weren’t okay and he respected that.

“Hi Stevie,” your throat was dry and scratchy. It was the first thing you’d said out loud all day. The boy reached for your hand, gently taking it in his as he threaded your fingers together. He offered you the smallest of smiles and you found it in yourself to give it back to him, “you didn’t have to come over.”

“I wanted to,” he promised and you knew he meant it. He was good like, always so gentle and kind and loving. You didn’t how you deserved him but you loved him so much that it hurt sometimes, “wanted to see my girl. I love you.”

“I love you,” you echoed, the sentiment sounding flat and monotone, but you supposed everything you said these days did. But he knew that you meant it, “I don’t think I’m very much fun today, Steve. I don’t want to bore you.”

“You could never bore me. ‘sides, you’re my favorite person ever and even doing nothing with you makes me happy,” you felt tears well up at the sentiment and couldn’t help the way your lip trembled with effort as you tried not to cry. 

“Oh Steve,” the tears pearled up and ran down your cheeks. He used his free to hand to gently brush them away, tenderly running his knuckles along the apple of your cheek. You sniffled at him and, as if he could read your mind, he gently pulled you into lap, “I’m sorry. I just…I don’t even know. But I love you, I know that much.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he wrapped his strong arms around your waist as looped yours around his neck before lying against his chest. He held you tightly, rubbing your back in soothing motions as you buried your face in his neck. He could feel the cotton of his shirt getting soaked with tears, but he didn’t mind. Steve just hoped that he could properly convey just how much he loved you, “I’ve got you, okay? I’ve always got you, baby.”

And he held you for some time, letting you get out all of your tears and whatever else you needed out, whimpering soft words of love and devotion in your ear. Once you were all out of tears and feeling exhausted, you pulled back to look at your boyfriend with red-rimmed eyes. He kissed your cheek before he pressed his forehead against yours, “c-can we stay in today? I don’t feel like doing much. I kinda just want to get in bed and take a nap.”

“We can do whatever you want,” he promised, “a nap sounds good too. Let’s do that, and the rest we can figure out later.”

“You’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay however long you want me to.”

“Forever?”

“Forever it is.”

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“Steve?” the golden boy was lying next to you in bed, half awake and blinking his pretty honeyed eyes sleepily. He turned on his side so he could properly face you, using a tender touch to brush your hair out of your face. You made a small sound but leaned into his touch. 

“Sweetheart,” a lazy smile tugged up the corner of his mouth and you couldn’t help but press a kiss there, “good morning to you.”

“Hi,” your heart swelled with affection for the boy. He’d been so good to you over the last couple of months - not that he hadn’t been before - but you were so thankful for him. You weren’t sure if you could have handled things as well without him. He was so patient, never pushing or pulling, so attentive and he poured every bit of love he had into you. A lot of people ended up just leaving you to your own devices after a bit, offering their condolences at the loss of your mother and telling you to reach out, but you could tell their concern was only surface level. 

But not Steve. Not your wonderful, amazing boyfriend. He was there with you through the multitude of emotions and stages of grief (which totally didn’t happen how everyone made it seem), and never made you feel unloved or like your feelings were invalid. And maybe he didn’t always know what to say or do, but having him there, your rock, made everyday a little bit easier.

“I was thinking,” you whispered softly and you half expected him to tease you but he didn’t. Not today, despite the fact that you knew what his little smile meant, “I think I was to go and see her today. I think I’m ready.”

You hadn’t gone back to the cemetery since her funeral. It felt like if you went, you were acknowledging that she was permanently gone, that she was never coming back. If you never visited, you could almost pretend that she was just gone on a trip or something. But you knew the truth and while it still hurt, and you knew it always would, you couldn’t just keep ignoring things either. And maybe it would be some sort of closure, or something, but you felt that you needed this. 

“Okay,” he leaned in and kissed you softly, pulling you closer into his warm, pliable body, “that’s what we’ll do today. I’m with you every step of the way, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you exhaled shakily but offered him a smile nonetheless, “I love you so much, Steve.”

“I love you too, baby.”

-─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It turned out that talking about going and actually going to the cemetery were two totally different things. As soon as Steve had parked, you clutched at the flowers in your hand tightly. Sunflowers - they’d been her favorites. Steve didn’t push you to get out, instead holding your hand and letting you nervously ramble. You’d be ready when you were ready, and he would have waited however look it took. 

After about half an hour, you inhaled deeply and exhaled it all back out slowly. You turned to Steve and found his features gently and soft as he held up your entwined hands and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “okay. I’m ready.”

“Okay,” a gentle squeeze of reassurance on your hand. He waited until you reluctantly pulled your hand from his and stepped out of his car, brushing off your dress and holding the flowers close. He came over and wrapped an arm around your waist, “do you want me to come? Or would you prefer to go alone?”

“Come. Please?” you asked and he nodded without hesitation, “she really loved you too.”

“I know,” your mother had been more of a mom to him than his had ever been, “you know, sometimes she’d ask me when we were finally getting married so she could start just calling me her son. I told we’re still so young, but she always insisted when you know you know. She wasn’t wrong.”

“And she was already calling you her son anyway,” you laughed at the memory of her bragging about her wonderful daughter and amazing son-in-law to her coworkers, “she made me promise never to let you go.”

“Did you promise?” his voice held a soft, teasing tone and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly. It felt so good to laugh again.

“Of course,” you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You fell into a comfortable silence as you walked along the path and through so many plots. So many people had been through exactly what you were going through now. And even if it didn’t make things better, it was comforting to know that you weren’t alone. 

You stopped when you saw her headstone, and it felt like that same initial blow all over again. For a moment you thought you were going to break down and cry, and go through it all again, but when you felt Steve holding onto you firmly, you were able to ground yourself. You could do this; it was always going to be difficult but you would be okay. 

You took the flowers that Steve had taken the duty of carrying and gently laid them down next to the others that were slowly drying up. There was something beautiful about seeing them all there, knowing that there was so much displayed through them, even if it was silent. 

“Hey mom,” you whispered softly as your fingers brushed over the dates etched into the marble, “I miss you so, so much. I wish you were here, I wish…I wish I could have one more day with you. Just…something. I wasn’t ready to let you go. But I know that you’re still here, in my heart, and that you always will be. I love you so much and I always will. I was so lucky to have you and be loved by you. But I’m still lucky because I had you and I still have dad and Steve. I don’t know how often I’ll be able to come out here, but I hope you know you’ll always be in my heart.”

You brushed away the few tears that had rolled down your cheeks before letting out a small breath of relief. You traced over her name before slowly standing back up. She might have been gone, but she’d never really be gone. 

Turning back, you found Steve standing there, his own eyes glossy with tears and a soft smile on his face. He held his arms open and you threw yourself into them, hugging onto him as tightly as you could. 

“I love you,” you whispered into his ear before pulling back to study the pretty boy, “my sweet Stevie.”

“I love you,” he smiled sweetly, his hand settling on your hip in a loving grasp, “I’m glad we came.”

“Me too,” you agreed and today you actually meant it. You felt better - lighter - than you had in a long time. It still hurt, but today it hurt a little less. And you knew that over time it wouldn’t feel anything like this anymore. There would always be love and that was the best part of all, “thank you for always there for me.”

“I told you,” he tenderly brushed your hair out of your face, “I’m here forever. With you.”

“Forever with you sounds perfect to me, Steve Harrington.”

[aprillikesthings]

can I finish this before I gotta get ready and leave for the Maundy Thursday service let's find out lol

(Edit: Nope.)

THREE MORE EPISODES LEFT

*cries*

s5 ep11 Failsafe

someone hold me

I have to actively suppress the urge to read the synopses of the episodes at this point

oh also lol this is just funny to me, I saw a post Elsewhere Online where someone watched all of spop the first time and they HATED the dumb names everyone has, and I think they mentioned Castaspella specifically.

And like FIFTY PEOPLE responded with "dude they had to use the original names from the 1980's series" and I was the only one there old enough to have watched the original series and I had to point out: the original series was made to sell toys. The vast majority of cartoons in 1985 were only made to sell toys. They gave everyone those dumbass names because it was easy for kids to remember and beg for the toys."

That's also why all the female characters in the original series have the exact same body type. Yeah the body shape itself was due to 1980's-era sexism, but also? It was so much cheaper to animate the show AND make the toys that way!

But also, it's hella ironic to me that the 2018 show has so little official merch!

And now, back to crying over cartoon lesbians:

good question

ugh I hate her

Shadow Weaver: "While you were traipsing around in space,"

OH MY GOD they were saving a few people's LIVES and it was kind of IMPORTANT but WHATEVER

"--some of us have been working to stop the Heart of Etheria from falling into Prime's hands. And we discovered the same thing you did. Rumors of a Failsafe that will break the restraints the First Ones built and set the stolen magic free." Glimmer: "Are you kidding? After everything that happened last time, you're still going after the Heart of Etheria? And you're helping her?" Castaspella: "We're trying to free the magic for all of Etheria so we can be strong enough to fight Prime. I'm doing this for your father and for you. Shadow Weaver is the lesser of two evils."

I love that she says this right in front of Shadow Weaver. Like "girl I hate her too"

nice

okay ngl I have mixed feelings about this one because unfortunately she's not entirely wrong here but also, shut the fuck up

(something something people are responsible for their own actions but also she wouldn't have done all that godawful shit if Shadow Weaver hadn't been such a shitty parent)

but yeah Catra gets up like she's about to fucking throw some hands and Adora's like It's okay bb

;_;

but also they do need the information Shadow Weaver and Castaspella have

so it turns out Mystacor was built on top of a First Ones' citadel? huh

Castaspella: "Beneath Mystacor, there are many secret tunnels and rooms, forgotten and sealed off. No one has been able to access them in centuries, but there are whispers of what they contain." Shadow Weaver: "An artifact known as the Crystal of Arxia, hidden there by a group of traitorous First Ones." Castaspella: "You said I could do it!"

lol they bicker like old marrieds

Adora: "If you figured it out on your own, why come back here? Why do you need us at all?" Shadow Weaver: "Because Mystacor is controlled by Micah, who, you may recall, is controlled by Horde Prime."

they've been TRYING

"If he seizes the Heart, it will all be over."

Stop toUCHING HER

oh god Adora turns around to ask Catra to help out--and she's gone

YOU'RE THE REASON SHE'S FUCKING "SULKING" and you fucking know it, why are abusers always so god damned surprised to find out their kids don't want to be anywhere near them

(I mean I know why, they think they should be able to control you forever)

aaahahaha Adora's just like Nah I'mma go look for her tho

anyway roll intro!

omg look at Netossa and Spinny on the bottom left awwwww

she looks so sad

well okay sad and angry

their conversation here is so good, because Catra's fully aware of why Adora's doing this, but is really struggling to push past how much she (justifiably!) hates Shadow Weaver and hates being around her

I actually do kinda wish I'd kept a list of all the times Adora does the self-sacrificial thing, separated into "someone asked her to do it" vs "nobody asked her to do it" lol

BUT ADORA EXPRESSES A NEED oh nice that's progress

Adora: "Hey, she can't do anything to us anymore. Please, come. We--I-could really use your help."

two things I really love about this: One, she doesn't say that she doesn't like Adora, just that it's not the reason she's going. Two, I feel like Adora knows damn well Catra's not being 100% honest here.

Like, to some extent Catra's saying this as a way of attempting to protect herself a little. She's taking baby steps towards vulnerability, and it's terrifying! And I think Adora can see that and is fine with it--not JUST because she's like "any crumbs are better than nothing" but ALSO because she doesn't want to push Catra.

Because yeah, if there was any actual doubt that Catra does like Adora--

WELL.

Entrapta was able to get Spinerella's chip out but says it had started fusing with her nervous system and they're running out of time to safely un-chip everyone.

But she's been digging around the network that connects all the chips to Prime, hoping to figure out how to disconnect everyone at once, and Bow gives her a little encouragement, it's really sweet.

OKAY so everyone who can, teleports to Mystacor with Melog making them invisible. (Apparently Catra doesn't get motion sick from it anymore which is nice lol)

I love the way they animated them being invisible

oh GOD okay

Catra turns around and says "looks like there's no sorcerers here" while, unfortunately, a sorcerer walks into the room. Shadow Weaver grabs Catra and puts her hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, and Catra (understandably!! but unfortunately!!) jerks away in fury and yells

And her fury causes Melog to drop the invisibility

And now the chipped sorcerer knows they're all there

they manage to duck the attack but Adora goes to transform into She-Ra--and can't do it

she had this issue last episode aaaugh it's not from being near Shadow Weaver she wasn't there

okay but also Adora runs behind a pillar to hide from an attack with Catra and it's cute

girl help why is this giving me so many emotions

y'know it's funny how often I've bumped into posts of people who are confused as to why Adora starts trusting Catra again so quickly, and I frequently wonder if they forget all the childhood flashback scenes of these two. To varying extents they both spent their entire childhoods seeing the other as their only consistent source of comfort and (something resembling) safety, and with some notable exceptions Adora's spent the last four seasons (which was like three or four years) visibly holding out hope that one day she could trust Catra again. This despite the fact that she now has other sources of safety and comfort and love!!! Being with Glimmer and Bow and everyone else was healing, sure; but it never erased her grief over losing Catra. She always, always held out the tiniest flame of hope that Catra would change sides.

And Catra basically tried lighting her own grief on fire (metaphorically and kinda literally) over and over and it just didn't go away, and I feel like when she saved Glimmer and apologized to Adora she had sort of come to terms with the fact that her grief over losing Adora couldn't be burned away, but of course by then she figured she'd fucked up so bad Adora would never forgive her or trust her again. And rather than take it out on other people or suffer any longer she was willing to just die, instead. She really did think that sending Glimmer to Adora was going to be her last act, and she wanted Adora to know she was sorry before she fucking DIED. And I don't think her saving Glimmer was consciously meant to be proof that she meant her apology, but it was. And that's part of why Adora trusts her again.

The fact is, even after everything that happened, both of them had a hole in their hearts shaped like the other. ;_;

And that's why Adora runs and hides behind the same pillar as Catra. (I mean yes, it was also closer, but that's not tHE POINT)

Anyway, this is all why, as I previously noted, Adora's not being pushy. That failed on her, spectacularly; the couple of times she tried it. Asking Catra to come along on this mission is the closest she's come. And even then, it wasn't "you're a good person deep down and you should change sides because I think I know you better than you know yourself," It was "please do this for me, because I need your help." And Catra is fully aware of how hard that is for Adora.

And these two still have a lot to work out post-canon (like, Catra has still got to deal with her need to not just be seen as Adora's sidekick/shadow, and lbh right now some of the rebellion is like "we're only putting up with you for Adora's sake" as if Catra was Yoko Ono) but that's part of why I'm writing a fic lolol

I have so many feelingssss on a related note I spent like fifteen solid minutes last night in bed having taken an edible and listening to my playlist and staring at this gifset lolol

ANYWAY Castaspella knocks out the chipped dude and they run for it

AAAND lol I gotta get ready to go to church. There's still 17:30 left on this episode. Pfft.

BACK FROM CHURCH I washed someone's feet, they washed mine, they stripped the altar, I go back at one or two in the morning for the overnight vigil

In the meantime: gonna finish this episode

(what is my life sometimes)

Entrapta plans to find a bunch of clones so she can figure out how their signals to Horde Prime work. Swift Wind is like Ugh, fine, I'll go with you, someone's gotta save your ass

Entrapta: "Thanks, bird horse!"

lol how many times have they had that convo

A family can be a sorcerer and her evil ex, a girl and a boy, two traumatized lesbians, and a cat

But also it looks like something out of an episode of Scooby Doo

Shadow Weaver opens a magic door

ngl that's PRETTY. like it's obviously about the Heart of Etheria but wow!

(and there's a dinosaur???)

Adora notices how stressed out Catra is and says "It'll be okay...Trust me." ;_;

Shadow Weaver: "There's no time to waste!"

"...disturbance."

The disturbance was your fault, dumbass. I am reminded of all the times my dad got angry at us for being afraid of him. And would hit us. For being. Afraid of him. Because y'know. That's how you stop a kid from being afraid of you. By hitting them.

In any case Shadow Weaver is still trying to get between them and separate them and I just really need this bitch to stop.

(Yes yes I remember she dies later)

Castaspella: "We're on the right path. The Crystal of Arxia was rumored to be the key to reaching deep magic within Etheria."

"But those who hungered for more power have long sought other ways to obtain the deep magic...with disastrous results."

HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT lemme reblog

[slasherbabi]

CG!Eddie Munson X Shifter Age regressor

Summary: An age regressor who is a fan of the show stranger things accidentally shifts one night, escaping a difficult home life. They wake up at the park Bench the high school and run into none other than Eddie himself.

Chapter One: BB shifts for the first time and meets Eddie.

Warnings: Fem descriptions and pronouns, somewhat of a self insert, so certain pet names in use. Mild mention of abusive home and mentions of depression, SH and ED.

Not Proofread

Im hoping to make this a multiple part thing and thinking I should nickname her BB (baby bat)

A yawn came from BB's lips, rubbing her eyes tiredly and laying her head on the cold pillow beneath her, on her phone played season 4 of stranger things, it was probably the 3rd time it was being rewatched. It was all that brought her comfort at this point, she wished so much she could be there and be part of the group, more importantly, part of hellfire. Her eyes cast down to the oversized Hellfire club shirt, currently being used as pyjamas as well as a pair of shorts. She let out a sigh and grabbed a pillow, hugging it close as she began to cry, burying her face in the material to cover the noise. She wanted badly to regress, to be away from here, anything. Before long, the girl drifted off, the sounds of the show still playing in her headphones quietly, imagining Eddie beside her, stroking her hair gently and cuddling her close.

When BB woke, her legs and arms were cold, her face was rest against her forearm, crossed beneath her. She groans and lifts her head, frowning slightly at the brightness around her.

"What..." Her mind finally collected, she was surrounded by tall, dense forest, her heart began to race intensely, where the hell was she? How did she get here? She jumped up from the picnic bench she was sat on, tripping back a little and falling onto a bed of pebbles and sticks, she groans and wobblily tries to get up, getting on her hands and knees before seeing a pair of converse and she froze.

"You okay there?"

That voice, she'd heard it before. BB's eyes went up, travelling across black jeans, a chain, denim sleeveless jacket and... a hellfire shirt. Finally, a mess of dark curly hair.

"Hellooo? Can you hear me? Did you hit your head?" He crouched down making her shoot up with a yelp. "Hey... it's okay I'm not gonna-" He titlted his head and frowned looking at her shirt. "Hey where did you get that?" His voice was a little more stern now, he'd made all of the shirts with the club himself, he would have known if there was an extra or a spare, did she steal it?

"This can't be happening... T-this... No no you're not real! You're not real!!" BB crouched down, hugging her knees as she breathes heavily, Eddies face softened, thinking what he was seeing was a bad trip. He sat beside her. "Hey, it's okay... you're safe." He spoke a lot softer now, brushing her long hair from her face trying to get her to look at him. "I've seen this before, come on, my van is really close, lets get you warm and safe." He looked at her legs seeing they were scratched and cut up. "Can you walk?" She was still hyperventilating and shaking a little, not answering him and trying her best to hide behind dark hair. "I need you to nod yes or no if I can take you to my van." She hesitates breathing heavily, trying her best to focus on his question, but it was hard, he shouldn't even be here in the first place. Eventually she nods, gasping when she was lifted into the air, a bright blush on her face as she held onto him tight, afraid she'd be too heavy and fall.

Soon the two exited the woods, Eddies van parked at the curb "See? That's it right there, that okay?" She nods again, just staring up at him with a bewildered look "You okay?" He chuckles a little at the look on her face. "Lets get you a little food and water okay?" He opens the van and sits her on the mattress in the back, turning on the lights in the back "Pretty cool huh?" He gives her a big smile, and his heart slightly melted seeing her lips twitch up into her own small smile. Eddie took some of the sheets and wrapped them around her, "There you go, nice and warm. Now, I have some poptarts, is that okay?" BB nods softly, watching as he climbed to the front of his van and began searching the door pockets and glove box, opening them and handing them over with a bottle of water.

"Eddie?" He froze, she knew his name, furthering his belief that she must have gotten the shirt from a member of the group.

"Yeah?"

"Where am I?" He frowns at the question and tilts his head a little,

"Uhm, you're in Hawkins." That's what she thought, but it wasn't possible "Listen I know my group, none of them have girlfriends, unless they're lying to me," He mumbles the last part "So, where'd you get the shirt little lady." Eddie did his best to remain soft spoken, not wanting to startle her anymore.

"You wouldn't believe me, I don't even believe it myself..." BB sighs and nibbles at the corner of the pop tart.

"Try me." She chews her lip keeping her eyes down, the hair in front of her face.

"I'm not from here, like not just Hawkins, but, where I am from, you're a TV character. I watched the show every night to help me fall asleep." She left out details of his and Chrissy's death, and her huge crush on him.

"I'm that boring huh?" He jokes a little before looking at her seriously, "Okay, for real now, what have you taken, and where did you get the shirt?"

"I haven't taken anything, I bought the shirt from a Merch shop, look." She pulled at her collar to show him the label. "You have a band called corroded coffin, you used to have buzzed hair, you run a DND club." She listed off other random facts as well as the members of Hellfire club, and Eddie made a mental note to interrogate all of them to see who set up this strange, invasive prank.

"Well, you can't keep up this act forever, where do you live I'll drop you off." Eddie got up and made his way to the front of the van, his patience was waring thin.

"I don't have anywhere." He paused,

"Come sit down, you can stay with me..." He sighs. BB made her way to the front of the van and sat down, blushing again when he leant over to strap her in.

They get back to his trailer, Eddie parks up before turning to her.

"You can sleep in here or in my room, I'll sleep on the couch, which do you want?" BB looks down fidgeting with her fingers, "Okay, you can have my bed." He unstraps her again and she began to feel it, she was slipping. BB tried her best to ignore it, but his little gestures were the most cared for she'd felt in a while. Even more so when he lifted her.

"W-what are you doing?" She gasps and clings to him again.

"Your legs are all cut up, you've not got any shoes, I'm carrying you little lady." He winks playfully, before the thought that this may be one of his friends sisters or cousins, and began to feel a little guilty, especially seeing her blush at his words. Eddie got her inside and took her to his room, sitting her on his bed before digging through all sorts of containers.

"What's your name?" He spoke out as he was still searching.

"Hm? Oh... um, I don't really like it, but, Bonnie Bryce..." BB continues to fidget awkwardly watching him search through his things. Bryce? He didn't know anyone with that name, he'd still interrogate his friends though.

"Cute name, if you don't like it though, I could call you BB." he pulled out a little bag and came and sat in front of her, taking note of the shy smile behind her hair, watching her nod. "Okay this is gonna sting a little BB..." he began to clean the cuts and grazes on her legs with an alcohol wipe, feeling guilty at the little whimpers from her and the sight of her clutching his bed. "All done!" He looks up at her with his hands up "See it's okay, you're okay... now, princess Band-Aids for a princess?" He pulled out a few pink Band-Aids, he had them in all colours, before grabbing a pen and doodling flowers, hearts and princesses on them, he couldn't help adding a few bats too, putting them over her cuts before seeing faint scars further up her leg, he sighs quietly and looks away.

As the night progressed, BB told him more and more about the real, modern world, and not only was he amazed, he was starting to believe her. She had changed, wearing an old hoodie of his, covered in different doodles and patches and bleach drawings,, and a pair of sweatpants, the hellfire shirt remained. "Welp! I don't know about you, but I am hungry, left over pizza?" He gave her a wide playful grin "Not much else in the house so..."

"Sure, thank you." She smiles softly and waves goodbye, the hoodie sleeves covering her hands. Eddie left and immediately put his hand over his heart dramatically before chuckling and going to reheat the pizza. While it was reheating he grabbed the phone and called Gareth.

"You've reached Gareth the Great."

"Who is she?"

"You gotta elaborate Ed's."

"The girl, she said she was called Bonnie Bryce? She was at my spot and she knew all this shit about me so I know one of you sent her, HA HA very funny."

"Don't know any Bonnie dude, never heard of her, maybe you've got a stalker." The smirk on Gareths lips could be heard through the phone, Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Shut up."

"Someone's got a little crush on our Edd-" Eddie hung up before he could say anything else, just in time for the pizzas to be reheated. He plates both and shoves two cokes in his pocket before bringing them in. "Hope you're hungry!" He grins and hands her the plate, sitting beside her and giving her a coke too. "So... You're really from the future then, future girl." He chuckles. BB smiles and nibbles nodding awkwardly.

"More like, a different reality..."

"Am I your favourite character?" Eddie grins smugly, BB went quiet looking down making his smile grow wider "I am aren't I?!" He laughs and ruffles her hair making her curl into her self even more with shyness. Eddie grins and puts the hood up for her before looking at her plate "You've barely eaten... you okay?" She nods softly with that guilty, sickly feeling.

"Y-yeah, sorry, just not very hungry..." Her response makes Eddie tsk.

"Can you try eat a little more cutie? For me...?" BB's heart skipped a beat, nodding shyly and trying to eat a few more pieces.

"I'm just gonna be..."Eddie points towards the couch with a sheet draped over it, "Right there. Okay?" BB nods softly and moves to get comfortable.

"Thank you Eddie." She smiles up at him sleepily making his heart yet again melt.

"No problem princess BB." He kisses the top of her head before grabbing some pyjamas "Goodnight."

Eddie makes his way to the couch, changing into a loose black shirt and grey shorts, tying his hair up loosely and was just about to lay down and get comfortable when he heard crying coming from his room, loud and panicked. He immediately shot up and rushed to his room. "Bonnie?!" He opens the door to see her writhing and crying, obviously having some sort of night terror. "Hey hey! Bonnie!" He knelt on the bed and cradles her against his chest, "Bonnie wake up!" (couldn't resist) BB jolted awake, looking up at him in shock before burying her face in his chest and crying. "Shhhh, it's okay, you're safe... you're safe, I got you..."

Once she'd calmed down, she sniffles and looks up at him "C-can you stay...? Please."

"Of course... I'm right here, anything you need..." Eddie whispers to her, laying down and keeping her on his chest, his arms wrapped around her tightly, stroking through her hair.

A/N: A little long and not much regression stuff but oh well, the next ones will have a lot more. Also here is BB.

[heavens-angels]

Oops, she let it go

A secret fan, but her boyfriend plays for a mentioned rival team. Can she keep her facade when the team she swoons for wins infront her boyfriend?

Type : Mini story (fluff)

A/n : First time writing here, please be gentle 🥲 Also lmk if yall want some more stuff like this. Cliche fluffy story btw, read at your own will. Enjoy! Its not perfect i know, but give me a break never wrote fluffy shit before fml. ALSO CONGRATS ARGENTINA I LOVE YOU BB.

She had been a fan of Argentina since she was a little girl. Well she got introduced to being a fan because her father was a die hard himself, but she truly enjoyed watching Argentina. Especially, magical Messi. Her magical Messi.

She was sobbing, looking at the tv and see Messi kiss the golden ball as he achieved an award of his own. What a beautiful sight, and what a tight match. Her heart was outside her chest the whole time.

Her boyfriend on the other hand stared at her, amused and impressed of her loyalty. They met in her working place, her being an English speaking assistant to someone who works under her boyfriend. A long chain of hierarchy if you will.

“Bebe.. you know your boyfriend play for Brazil right?” He asks her.

She looks at him, mascara all over her face and nose and cheeks tinted pink from crying so much. “Umm yes I’m not stupid.” She tried to put out an understandable sentence as she huffs for air.

His confused eyes went away as he smiles, bringing her closer to him. He put her head on his chest and she feels comforted as his warmth from his hand on her head soothes the ache from crying too much. “Ayay, you always shock me amor.”

“I know how this looks, but I swear I love you. But Argentin_” and she can’t complete the sentence because she starts crying even harder.

He brings her closer and kisses her head whilst trying to hold in his laughter but oh man what a sight this was.

“Okay next time remind me to bring you Messi jersey and not mine.”

She looks at him with big old guilty eyes, “No neymar! I support you, I love you! But Arge-” And the water works just got bigger.

He laughs out loud this time, he was having a great time teasing her, borderline bullying her.

“Ney I promise I prayed for you and Brazil. I even acted like I didn’t care for Argentina, but today all the memories from childhood came back t-to my head and I can’t stop thinking of this win. I wanted this for soooo long.”

Neymar listened to her intently, not understanding a few words, but understanding her love was enough. It was true though, she gave no reaction for Argentina for their matches. Never bothered to look at Messi whenever he and Neymar were together, tried gaslighting herself even. That it looks odd to anyone, her boyfriend PLAYS for Brazil, but she supports Argentina, a rival team. But why would she have to throw away her love for one thing for another, is it that impossible to love both?

Neymar was understanding, and someone very caring, so he tried his best to support her. He even took a secret picture of her that he definitely was going to send to Messi later, he’ll prank her for sure.

She covered her face, embarrassed, supporting the opposing team, a rival team, him finding out this way, him losing a few days prior, and her facade coming undone, ugh, it just didn’t feel right.

She looks up to tell him something when she sees him smiling down at her, eyes gloomy from his eye smile, lips parted and pink, and damn his beauty all over. She blushes instantly. God this was not the time. So she snaps herself out of his trance.

“Ney.. don’t think I take you or supporting you as a joke okay? This is just a childhood thing.” She speaks slowly so that he can understand every word. He smiles even deeper.

“(Y/n/n). It’s okay. Loving me is not equals to loving Brazil, yeah? Infact, it’s good that you are supporting Argentina. Means next time I will play to win your love to Brazil, means I play extra hard, and I will win.”

Her little sobs fade away as she hears him say something so sweet, and proud he could explain something so heart felt with such little words. Just hearing it can swoon anyone.

This time she puts her hand on his face, kissing his cheeks slowly, feeling his long lashes bat against her cheeks. “I will always support you, win or lose. No matter where you are, or where you go. I am here, for you.”

He pulls her in, pecking her with soft motions to calm her down. “Te amo, princess.”

She laughs hearing such cliche sweet words, “I love you too, king without a crown.”

[nerd-cat-rambles]

DR VA Tierlist:

I made a Daganronpa Tierlist based on their Voice Actors performance, (THIS IS NOT MY OFFICIAL RANKING FOR THE CHARACTERS AND NOT HATING TOWARDS THE VOICE ACTORS AT ALL!!!) this is probably quite biased, and I haven't finished V3 so I don't have too much to say about that game! :)

SPOILERS FROM HERE ON OUT!

Here we go! (quick notes bc alot of characters)

I COUNTED WRONG THERE ARE ONLY 50 BUT I'M NOT BOTHERED TO CHANGE THE NUMBERS SORRY GUYS.

Did not hear you talk once blud:

51: Twogami: did not hear him talk once. Probs same as Togami.

50. Mechamaru: Same as last but with Nekomaru.

49. Kiyondo: Augh bb they gave you nothing before killing you off...

48. Rantaro: Not many voice lines, but his voice is satisfying when they are delivered. Ult. Wasted Plot Potential.

Nothing too noticeable:

47. Peko: I love her, but tbh her voice was quite bleh. Suited her character well though.

46. Sonia: I love Sonia but she was kinda mid tbh.

45. Keebo: Nothing much other than "ROBOPHOBIC!" but that might change I'm not sure.

44. Chiaki: I love her, her voice suited her, but there were no powerful lines.

43. Akane: I love her sm, one of the best DR girls, but she didn't have much going tbh.

42. Hifumi: I like how his VA portrayed the otaku thing e.g "booblust" which was funny, but honestly nothing noticeable.

Overrated:

41. Sakura: I like her, she's okay, I just don't think she did too much yk?

40. Toko: When she stutters she sounds like that one mf from "It" and that kills me every time I hear it.

39. Makoto: I dislike Makoto anyway, but saying "SHIT!" once is not a worthy performance Bryce.

38. Kyoko: Eh, her VA is good, but didn't do it for me ig

Wait I just realised I forgot to put Mukuro in the last section oopsies. And Junko should be in decent performance, mb guys don't come at me.

37. Mukuro: LOOK THIS IS WHERE SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE OKAY? Cool concept, good lines from what we heard, meant to put her in "didn't hear blud talk once"

36. Byakuya: Cool VA, nice delivery of the lines, I just think it's overrated.

Didn't Cut it For Me:

35. Yasuhiro: He was in 6 trials... and what did he give me? "OH NOOOOOO" sorry, he didn't cut it for me.

34. Chihiro: I like him (her, them? UGHH CHIHIRO GENDER DISCOURSE SUCKS BRO) but it didn't GIVE yk?

Decent Performance:

33. Ryoma: Very talented VA, but that's his normal range (a bit lower) and not many POWERFUL lines were delivered (unlike Tanaka's.)

32. Kazuichi (bc I alr did Mukuro): Ay I love Kazuichi, his performance was nice, just not the best yk?

31. Tsumugi: Haven't finished V3, I love Tsumugi but her performance is like her catchphrase. Just "Plainly-Plain" (might change later idk bro.)

30. Maki: I've grown to like her, (I'm up tp CHP.4 yippers!) but I'm WAITING for her to have her MOMENT where she's crying and screaming. I know she will. C'mon DR LET HER CRYYY-

29. Mahiru: She's decent, I like her, just not much giving yk?

28. Ibuki: Very talented VA, amazing and fun range, nice energy. Nothing jaw dropping, I enjoyed it.

27. Hajime: He drops some banger ass lines bro like goddam lil bro chillax buddy. I quite like it... I like when he realises it's Nanami and is in denial. Good job VA.

26. Mondo: AUGH HIS VOICE IS SO SATISFYING IMMA BE REAL- It's not the usual stuff his VA does but I enjoyed his performance.

25. Gonta: Ay better performance than his counter-part (same va) Hiro. He's pretty good so far, innocent too.

24. Aoi: I don't really remember trial 4 that well tbh... I didn't like it though. But I do kinda enjoy Aoi. She has nice pitch, and when she gets mad her VA puts alot into it, almost top of her tier gj.

23. Same VA as Aoi, I enjoy her performance. Her voice is fun and different, contrasting the rest of the cast with her accent. Bonus points for going from Aoi to Angie in 5 seconds.

NOT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH!!!

22. Teruteru: Augh I love this stupid litte man for his stupid little voice. Even though he's a creep his lines are delivered VERY well, and even his accent is great. That's some talent that we NEED to talk about more often.

21. Sayaka: Babes talked three times in official-art moments and does NOT get enough credit. I enjoyed her scenes and wish that she was in a class trial.

20. Leon: Omg leosaya order?! /hj. Y'all sleeping on Grant George, like goddam. When he gets mad, he gets mad. Talk about Leon more, give this man some credit his performance was excellent!

19. Miu: Augh I don't know how to explain the itch Miu scratches whenever she speaks. Even her "VIRGIN WHORE" moment voice lines just AUGHHH. The VA was picked SO well here, it suits her perfectly and I'm tired of pretending Miu = Hifumi because they're both pervy characters. GODDAMIT MIU WAS USEFUL!

18. Hiyoko: I do not care what you say, she ATE. She fucking devoured that second trial bro, my respect went up when she did all'at. God bro I find Hiyoko mid, one of my least favourite characters, but god her VA is so talented.

17. Shuichi: I don't think I need to explain too much, but god SHUICHI!!! When Grant George is given the time to develop... augh. "Kaede... that's just so cruel..." YOU CAN HEAR THE PAIN. TALK ABOUT THIS MAN MORE!!!

16. Jill/Syo: I know she has tiktok sounds, but she did so well. She ate every single line up, she used all of her screentime so well! I genuinely love her performance, and I don't even like her!

15. Tenko: So talented... you guys please hear me out (I'M NOT BIASED AT ALL.) but when she gets official art and moments in trials that's when she flourishes. "QUICK! OPEN THE CURTAIN, ALREADY!" like so satisfying Idc what y'all say she ate it up.

14. Himiko: After Chapter 2 she just... utilised the rest of her screentime. SHE CRIED, SHE SCREAMED, SHE USED HER EMOTIONS LIKE TENKO SAID!!! I love Himiko, and she is super underrated.

13. KOREKIYO: <- THIS DUDE IS THE REASON I MADE THIS TIER LIST. GOD HE IS NOT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH!!! I don't care about the incest plot, his FANTASTIC voice acting lets him off the hook.Not just when he snaps, but when he screams!

Listen to this exact moment. HE LITERALLY USES SO MUCH OF HIS VOICE, YOU CAN HEAR HOW WELL HE DOES IT OH MY GOD. "THERE WAS NO EVIDENCE WAS THERE, SHUICHI?!" LIKE PLEASE CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIM???

He can also speak like a girl he gets bonus points for that. Holy shit. I just love this so much. "No. I will not acknowledge it." like yes bbg u ate.

*Chefs kiss!*

11. (I KNOW I SKIPPED A NUMBER I JUST NEED IT TO BE CORRECT!!!) Nagito: He goes insane, there's no reason for me NOT to put this here. He does so well, he went from Mako-Hoe to NAGI-HOEEE!!! He ate, I fear.

10. Mikan: WHEN SHE SNAPS AND GOES INSANE, OH MY GOD SHIVERS. SHE DID SO WELL. "WHY DOESN'T ANYBODY FORGIVE ME?!?!!?!?" LIKE I CAN HEAR IT SO CLEARLY SHE DID SO GOOD BRO AUGHHHH.

9. Nekomaru: "THIS IS NEKOMARU NIDAI'S FINAL FIREWORK!" "AIR CONDITIONERS?!?!?!?" "SHIIIIIIIITTTTTT!!!" He put so much power and energy into every. single. line. EVEN HIS SINGLE-FILE VOICE LINES!!! He made it sound so natural like he talks like that every day, and props to the VA for such dedication. Respect for Neko-Nation.

8. Gundham: Augh he delivers every line so beautifully in his trial. "THIS IS FOR THE TANAKA EMPIRE!" the power behind his voice and his hero-complex make me so happy. Every time he lost it in his trial I got LITERAL CHILLS. A fantastic perfect performance oh my goddd.

7. Kaede: I don't care what y'all say she WAS SO GOOD. "I'm nothing but a cold-blooded killer!" and that scream at the end of argument anament was FIREEE! I love her sm, and her VA did so much better as Kaede then as Kyoko.

6. Celestia: I dislike Celestia, but oh my god she did so well. The quiet reserved character snaps is definetely a chapter 3 trope favourite. I hate Trail and Chapter 3 THH, but that just shows how well Celes performed, her VA went INSANE for this role, and I love that she ate it.

5. Kokichi: He deserves this spot, he does so well, every single trial, every single performance, every voice line, every interaction. It truly embodies the spirit of "chaos" yk? (Just finished trial 4 and he deserves to be 3rd on the list.)

4. Kaito: LUMINARY OF THE STARS! I don't need to say more do I? (I'm lazy pls send helppp)

YOU POURED YOUR HEART AND SOUL INTO THIS PERFORMANCE!!!:

3. Fuyuhiko: AUGH SO SATISFYING, ESPECIALLY IN THE SECOND TRIAL. He does an amazing job, has fantastic range and AUGHHHHH HIS VOICE IS SO SATISFYING.

2. Ishimaru: The amount of sheer power in every voice line astounds me every time he speaks. From "I assert that the one who was murdered was Miss Sayaka Maizono!" to "Why are you all trying to frame him?!" and everything in between, he deserves this spot on the list.

Kirumi: All we see of her is calm and reserved until she snaps. She KEEP FIGHTING until the very end. You can hear the pain in her voice, how she IS BREACHING HER LIMIT during her "I WILL NOT DIEEEE segment." also, YOU CAN HEAR HER SCREAMING IN HER EXECUTION, let me show you.

This exact moment is where you can hear her scream. JESUS CHRIST GIRL I CAN'T EVEN-

[agentplutonium]

Percy Jackson and the Olympians Live Blog: watch this PNO book obsessed nerd watch ep three of Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Spoilers under the cut. You’ve been warned.

- FUCKING GABE BEING THE ORACLE THATS SO FUNNY

- “and a bag of these things. I think they’re canadian. or from Chucky cheese, I don’t know” PLEASE WHY DID THAT TAKE ME OUTTT

- THE SHOES!! GOD THEYRE SO PRETTY (and so is Luke, but we don’t dwell on that because that’s the point and i have read the books i know where this goes)

- oh god we’re talking about Thalia i’m gonna cry

- ANNABETH!! ANNABETH MY BELOVED!!

- “And you. Are not. Thalia.” YOU TELL HIM GIRL

- THE BUS OH GOD

- “Forbidden Child” is such a metal sentence actually

- Leah is killing it in this role i’m so in love with her acting she’s such an amazing Annabeth

- UGH SHOWING ANNABETHS CHILD SIDE THIS IS SO!!!

- NO ANNABETH FET OUT OF THERE

- “They smell fear.” “That’s bees 🙄” I LOVE THEM

- oh god it’s dodds

- OH GOD SHES BARGAINING FOR PERCY

- HER SISTERS ARE HERE

- well that was disappointing/lh

- this forest is so pretty wait-

- “we don’t need help. we’re fine.” i love her

- “why are you so afraid of who you are?” “what?” DUDE

- THE UNCLE COMMENT. FORESHADOWING. SIR. SIR. i can’t take this

- “Excuse me?” GIRL. LEAH’S ACTING. TOP NOCH.

- “First? What do you mean “first”?” uh oh

- “hamburgers” man we are FLYING through this plot

- “not today, friends, not on my doorstep.” oh god. why is medusa hot. this is unfair.

- “i think we can trust her” white boy is at it again /j

- “we’re not our parents, after all.” oooo tie in to percabeth ???

- “So you’re not a monster, then.” “A survivor.” OOH. SO THIS IS HOW WE’RE PLAYING IT /POS

- “Do you know the story of how I became to be this way?” “I do!” “Do you?” Medusa love you’re gonna make me fall head over heels.

- Are we using Medusa as a metaphor for the reforged bond between Athena/Poseidon with Percabeth

- “My mother is Just. Always.” Girl idk how to tell you this-

- “She’s going to betray you. Sooner or later, people like her, always do.” GIRL YOU BETER STFU-

- BRINGING HIS MOM INTO THIS?? MAAM. MAAM DONT MAKE ME CHANGE MY OPINION IF YOU.

- FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

- GROVER WEARING THE SHOES OH GOD-

- OOO THIS IS AN INTERESTING ROOM

- PFF GROVER FLYING AWAY

- she’s still so pretty, i said what i said-

- PERCY THE GLOW OF THE SWORD

- GEOVER

- the hat on the head that’s p cool

- PLEASE THE TENSION

- ooo that’s smart

- NO NOT THE UNCLE THIS IS SADDER THAN THE BOOKS

- “He doesn’t look afraid.” *DISTANT SOBBING*

- grover speak your truth bb !! god i love him

- “Because the Oracle said one of you would betray me!” NOO PERCY

- “I’m feeling so alone! I don’t know what to think or who to trust.” *MORE DISTANT SOBBING*

- “They will see this as impertinent” “i am impertinent” PLEASE

- GIVING THE HAT BACK AHHHH *cries*

- PERCY SINGING THE SONG PLEASE

- LIN MANUEL MIRANDA :O

- “you guys are not gonna believe this-“ HAH

- fuck the preview makes the next ep look so good i’m so excited

OKAY THATS THE END IF THIS EPISODE guys i’m so in love with this show you don’t understand. i’m so. the autism is coming out. pray for me.