#I love this show but god it makes me insane

[elysianstarfall]

blue lock boys w/ a super expressive reader (hcs)

summary: your emotions are always written all over your face, and your actions are also a dead giveaway. what does your boyfriend think?

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin

a/n: god i hope this makes sense

i. yoichi

LOVES IT. SO MUCH.

he's always using so much brainpower trying to figure out what his teammates/opponents are thinking

so when he can tell how you're feeling with one look at your face, he's genuinely so happy

his brain is fried, he deserves a break

doesn't mean he doesn't care about you though!!

still has to figure some stuff out, but most of the time he notices your mood and adjusts to match it

you're really excited about something? he tries his best to get into it too

you're lowkey depressed? he softens his voice and listens to you intently

gets you whatever you need

the second he sees you're uncomfortable or something he tries his best to get you out of the situation even at his own expense

will embarrass himself to make you feel better

you always tell him he's the best bf ever but you seriously make it so easy for him to be

b. meguru

"you're just like me fr..."

yeah he's basically the same

you guys literally just sync up by accident

like if one of you is happy, the other one's mood just instantly gets better too??

bluetooth ahh relationship

also, miscommunication? what's that?

you know each other's feelings so well that misunderstandings are pretty much nonexistent

if something's wrong, it's so obvious

like if you're moping he'll make you talk things out with him or tell him what's wrong

same if he's feeling sad

thinks it's adorable when you're excited and your eyes just straight up light up

he just gets a stupid smile on his face which makes you even happier

cue the never-ending cycle of emotions

you guys are so soulmates

n. seishiro

he's so, so grateful

he doesn't have to put in any work deciphering your emotions? sign him up

consider yourself not a hassle!

it's actually perfect for a lazy guy like him

finds your facial expressions really cute

even when you're just voice calling, he can hear everything you're feeling

like when you laugh or when he can hear your smile when you're talking, he can relax

happy gf = he's doing something right

oh but when you're mad...

save him, he has no clue how to fix it

actually scared to talk to you because you look like you're gonna beat him up

and when you don't even look mad, when you act nonchalant and distant and he can't tell how you're feeling?

yeah, he's cooked and he knows it

will give you an apology with tears

he'd rather avoid that so he tries to keep you happy

m. reo

ok idk why they're all grateful but yeah. he is too.

he's been dealing with nagi's unemotional ass for forever, so he's pleased that someone actually shows their emotions and lets him know how they're feeling

finds it really helpful when he gets you stuff since he knows whether or not you actually liked it

like if your reaction is clearly fake as hell he knows not to get you something like that again

he doesn't take it personally ofc, just uses it to refine his gift-giving abilities

really likes it when you're genuinely happy because of something he gave you

you cannot stop him from blowing insane amounts of money on you

in his eyes you deserve it

just let it happen bro

also he's kind of a romantic and he loves seeing your reactions when he does something cliché or stupid

tells you horrible pick up lines out of nowhere and thinks it's so funny when you actually get flustered

i. rin

he couldn't care less.

JK he's secretly very happy

there's only room for one emotionally unavailable partner in the relationship (him)

so at least one of you can tell how the other's feeling!

thinks it's nice that he can tell when you're mad at him

because let's be real he's lowkey insecure

abandonment issues are not for the weak

so when you reassure him and your expressions and actions are backing it up?

he just fell for you even harder

but when you are mad? ouch

he's a "my gf is mad at me i hope i die" kinda bf but he keeps it very lowkey

will just sulk until he gets so sick of you ignoring him or being mean to him that he awkwardly breaks down and gives you a very sincere apology

hopes you never change because he loves you the way you are

[kissracing]

A-O-T-Y, I did win!, lewis hamilton

summary. singer-songwriter yn ln has not won an album of the year award at the grammys—until 2025!

featuring. lewis hamilton x black!female!reader (faceclaim beyonce)

this fic includes. . . swearing, i lowkey made this a yn centered fic rather than lewis by accident ? idk how much sense that makes.

twitter • fan accounts • grammy nominations

instagram • yourusername

liked by lewishamilton, cocojones, and others

yourusername 11 Nominations? Absolute insanity, thank you to the Recording Academy, and to all my fans who enjoyed COWBOY CARTER. Here’s some extra CC photos I took but never posted :) ��🍯🐝

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user 2nd photo is so cunty wow

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➥ user ferrari wags supporting each other 🥹🥹

user are you performing queen pleek say yes

⤷ user you know good n well she won’t be performing lmaooo

⤷ user A GIRL CAN HOPE 😭

user AOTY WILL BE YOURS

twitter • fan accounts • grammy day

instagram • yourusername

liked by lewishamilton, alexandrasaintmleux, and others

yourusername What an insane ass night 🥹! 3 awards including Album of the Year!! Thank so much to the 13,000 members of the recording academy and as well as my fans for supporting me no matter what. Love you all, see you soon 🏆🥇

♥︎ 3.1M 💬 90.5k ➢

lewishamilton AOTY, You did win! 😉❤️🐝

⤷ yourusername Cornball 😭🤍

user the emphasis on the 13,000 members LMFAOO

user “see you soon” that better be a tour announcement lady

user the different stages of emotions we were going through on twitter yall

alexandrasaintmleux Gorgeous !!! 💗

user SHE FINALLY WON AOTY!!! I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOTHER 🥹☝🏽

user you look so damn good girl GAH DAMN

user lewis can handle all of that wow

user AND THIS WAS JUSTICE FOR YA YA NOT WINNING 🗣️

⤷ user AND SPAGHETTII

lilymhe Yn celebratory party at my house 🗣️🫶🏼

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instagram • lewishamilton

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lewishamilton My winner 🏆🙌🏽 I’m so proud of you baby it’s not funny. Congratulations on everything you’ve done, you deserve it so so much ❤️

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user SHES A CUTIE PATOOTIE 😭

user THE 4TH PHOTO LMFAOO

user the 2nd photo ohhh i love her so much

lando Going through the 5 stages of grief was worth it 🤞🏻

⤷ user EXACTLY LMFAO

user buying me a bottle of sir davis

user trying to get them tickers for the tour is gon be absolute hell 🥀☹️

authors note. uh.. this barely has lewis in it LMFAOO?? im SO sorry if this bothers you 😭!! trust i have another fic with beyonce as a fc for lewis and he’s in it a lot more 🫶🏽 (might make it a universe cus i love beyonce & lewis so) i just wanted to get this out cus it was rotting away since early march!

[n-e-t-t]

Random Remus Lupin journal entries because I’m bored and that boy definitely kept a diary or something idk -

February 12th, 1976

James’s Hair (Again)

James Potter has once again bewitched his hair to look like he just got off a broomstick after being hit by a Bludger. He says it’s “effortlessly cool.” I say it’s aggressively unfortunate.

Sirius says it makes him look like a Greek god. I think Sirius is just projecting.

Peter tried to do the same thing with his hair and set his curtains on fire.

Nothing else to report.

R.J.L

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February 17th 1976

Brooding central

Went up to the tower to “reflect.”

Translation: I sat there for two hours thinking about how I don’t understand girls, or myself, or why Sirius owns seventeen leather jackets when we live in a drafty-ass castle.

Sirius came up halfway through. Said nothing. Just sat beside me and passed me a flask.

It was pumpkin juice. Spiked with Firewhisky.

God, I love him. Not like that. (Probably.)

R.J.L

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March 3rd 1976

Sirius “Fell In Love” With a Ravenclaw for 14 Minutes.

He wrote her poetry. It was… something.

Let the records show that rhyming “moon” with “swoon” should be punishable by Azkaban.

Lily read it aloud in the Great Hall in her worst posh accent and made Sirius cry laughing.

Also, I’m fairly certain she still has the poem. For blackmail.

I respect it.

R.J.L

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7th March 1976

My Body Is A Temple (If That Temple Was Abandoned and Haunted)

Limp was worse today.

I told Madam Pomfrey I “tripped over my own charisma.” She didn’t laugh.

Sirius offered to carry my books. I said yes, and he immediately dropped them all.

I love him, your honour. Again — not romantically. (Probably)

Also, Sirius says if I don’t stop brooding and limping at the same time, he’s going to write a play about me and call it “Tragic Werewolf of the West Wing.”

R.J.L

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16th March 1976

Sirius walked into the common room this morning shirtless, announcing that his “nipples felt confident today.”

James applauded.

Peter dropped a scone.

Mary told him to “put the confidence away before it pokes someone’s eye out.”

I had to leave the room. Not out of modesty. I just couldn’t bear the sight of those idiots before I’d had my tea.

R.J.L

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20th March 1976

Sirius said I looked like a “sexy librarian who moonlights as a serial killer.”

I thanked him.

Still not sure if it was a compliment or a cry for help.

Nothing else to report.

R.J.L

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March 26th 1976

There are moments when I forget what I am.

Tonight, I was laughing too hard — crying, really — because Sirius slipped on the stairs and took me down with him.

We lay there like idiots, helpless with laughter.

And I forgot.

I forgot everything.

That’s the kind of magic they don’t teach here.

R.J.L

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March 27th 1976

James brought me a chocolate frog and told me to “eat it or die.”

Sirius flopped across my bed and whispered, “Do you want a cuddle or a punch in the face?”

(I said cuddle. He still punched me. Gentle-like. love language, I guess.)

The ache is starting. In my legs. My back. My bones feel like they’re stretching in the wrong direction.

No one talks about the fear. Just the pain. But the fear is worse.

R.J.L

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March 29th 1976

Full moon in two days. Great. Can’t wait to feel like I got hit by the Knight Bus again.

Sirius already stocked my bedside drawer with pain meds, chocolate, and—mysteriously—socks.

When I asked him about it, he said, “You always forget to wear them after the moon. And it’s cold. Duh.”

I said, “You’re insane.”

He said, “You’re limping. Sit down.”

I sat down.

Pomfrey brought the potion.

She didn’t speak. Just set it down, touched my hand, and left.

I drank it. Didn’t gag this time. Progress?

Sirius and James said they’d stay near the Shack again.

Idiots. Brave, loyal idiots.

The shift is coming. I can feel it pressing up from under my skin like a scream.

I don’t want to do this. I never want to do this.

But I will.

I’m disgusting.

I know that’s dramatic. But it’s also true.

Everything hurts. My ribs feel like someone tried to turn them into a xylophone.

Anyways, hands shaking.

R.J. Bloody L

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BONUS -

December 16th 1976

Christmas party last night.

If someone could kindly rip out my brain and toss it into the Black Lake, that’d be great. I’d even tie a little ribbon around it to say thanks.

Head is pounding. Stomach is… questionable.

I think I might still be drunk?

Or dead. Honestly, unclear.

Highlights include:

Sirius doing a striptease to “Jingle Bell Rock” on the common room table.

Marlene putting tinsel in my hair and telling me I looked “whimsical and mysterious, like an emotionally unavailable wood nymph.”

James trying to duel the Christmas tree because it “looked at Lily funny.”

Peter vomiting in a stocking.

Sirius and I ended up talking on the window ledge for an hour. He was tipsy, wearing antlers, and somehow managing to look like the ghost of every bad decision I’ve ever made. We talked about the future.

He asked me what I wanted.

I said I wanted to stop feeling like a walking funeral.

He said, “That’s depressing as fuck, Remus.” Then gave me his last candy cane.

He kissed my cheek before he went to bed. I think I’m still blushing. Not because I want him like that. (Proba-) Fuck that, I want to suck out his soul and taste it on the way down.

Anyway, I need water. And maybe a new life.

Happy bloody Christmas.

R.J.L

[witchygagirlwrites]

Rogue-Part 9

Jay Halstead x Reader (nicknamed Rogue)

You show up to work despite a broken heart and Jay has to face that he’s lost your trust. Can he win it back and make you believe nothing more happened?!?

Warnings: mentions of sex, depression, people’s murders…I think thats it

The moment Jay’s lips met Erin’s they both fell back from each other like they’d been struck. “Woah. I think we had too much to drink” Erin whispered and Jay nodded “I don’t know what the fuck that was” she put a hand on his chest “You should go, call Rogue. I can’t lose another best friend. I don’t even see you like that” 

He nodded “You know I love her Erin, she’s the love of my life it’s just everything has been so insane since Ryatt’s death” she nodded “I know, I get it. Let’s just take a breath, forget about this,ok?” “What, don’t tell her?” he asked and she shrugged “I don’t want one best friend to be dead and the other to hate me. It’s not like it went beyond a kiss”

“I cheated on her” Jay whispered, the horror of what he’d just done sitting in. “Jay, don’t spiral. We drank too much, we weren’t thinking clearly. We stopped it as soon as it happened because we both love her” he shook his head “I gotta go” she nodded “Ok” and he turned, damn near stumbling away from her door and not from the alcohol either, from the weight of his near action.

When he got downstairs he saw a cab turning around the corner from Erin’s building and cursed under his breath. He’d have to wait for the next one because they’d walked from Mollys. He dug for his phone and hit Mouse’s number. It rang a few times before Mouse answered voice heavy with sleep “Hey man, what’s up?” “Can you come pick me up? I’m a little drunk and I fucked up Greg. I fucked up big time”

He heard Mouse curse under his breath then the rustle of him pulling jeans on “Yeah, where are you at?” “Erin’s” Mouse let out a breath before asking “Jay, before I come did you just cheat on the woman you’ve told me yourself that you can’t imagine a future without?” “I don’t know, I fucked up so bad. I kissed Erin, she kissed me.. We kissed each other..we stopped it time it happened but it still happened”

“God dammit Halstead. Yeah, I’m on the way” Mouse hung up and Jay sat down on the curb and it was then he noticed the missed call from you. It was while he was out drinking with Erin. You were calling him. There were texts from you too reading Just wanted to say I love you and another one that read Call me when you can. I love you

He could fix this. It hadn’t gone beyond a kiss. They hit the brakes. They both hit the brakes. He would be honest and beg you to forgive him when you got home. He hit your number to try to call you to see if Palladino had arranged for you to be able to make it stateside but it just rang and rang and rang. Your voicemail didn’t even pick up. Had you deleted your voicemail? He tried to text you and he got a message back saying unable to deliver “FUCK” he yelled and a woman across the street looked at him. He stuck up his hand “I’m sorry!”

Maybe Mouse could figure it out? He had to talk to you. Had to hear your voice. It was just so much loss, so much everything had spilled out. He didn’t want Erin, not like that. He loved you, you were the love of his life. FUCK, why had he taken even one fucking drink?

You sat in the middle of the bed staring at the wall. You’d turned your phone off as soon as you’d gotten to the Hampton inn. You didn’t want Jay calling and feeding you lies. You couldn’t stand to hear him telling you he loved you with the same mouth that kissed Erin, that probably tasted her, the phone being held with the same hands that touched her. The body that you knew the weight of so well being on top of her, her feeling him moving inside of her.

You stumbled off the bed and barely made it to the bathroom before you emptied everything in your stomach. You leaned back against the counter, the last few months crashing down on you. You slipped a hand under your shirt, fingers finding the still raised lines of the tattoo you’d gotten for Ryatt. You laid down on the cool tile floor and cried. You cried for Ryatt, for Nadia..for the life you’d had not too long ago..you cried for Jay..hell you cried for Erin..everyone you loved…everyone you held close…what more could you lose?

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You must have dozed off at some point because when you woke up the sun was just starting to peek in the windows. You pushed yourself off the floor and looked at your watch. It was five in the morning. You’d gotten about four hours of sleep, on a bathroom floor at that. You’d managed a shift on worst. 

You weren’t going to hide. You knew what Ryatt would tell you, fuck what Nadia would tell you. Make em own it. You were going to get a shower, get changed, get food and coffee down your throat and walk your ass into the twenty first precinct like you owned that bitch. You had faced your brother dying in your arms, knowing one of your best friends was brutally murdered and the other betrayed you along with the love of your life. You could face anything at this damn point and stay standing.

Jay slowly walked up the stairs leading to intelligence. He’d ended up sleeping on Mouse’s couch the night before so Mouse had run him home to get a change of clothes then to Mollys to get his truck. Your phone still wasn’t on, Mouse couldn’t get an accurate ping on it either. It was like it was jammed. 

He kept replaying the night before in his head, wishing he’d done something different. Anything different. He got to the top of the stairs and sat down at his desk, running his hand down his face. He was dog tired. Guilt and worry was eating at him along with Nadia’s death and the still underlying aftermath of Ryatt’s. 

He glanced around the room, Mouse cut his eyes up from his computer and he ducked his eyes away from his friend. He’d gotten cussed out on top of his own guilt. Something along the lines of “Are you just trying to fuck up things on purpose man?” He knew Mouse was trying to look out for him, just like when he drug his ass home but damn how did he always manage to put words to exactly what Jay was thinking?

Erin was at her desk, eyes cast down at the files across it. Kim was out on patrol today with Roman. Adam and Kevin were working, Antonio was talking to Al and Hank. Everyone was going along with their day to day. The overhanging grief was thick enough to cut with a knife.

When the sound of the gate popping echoed up the stairs every pair of eyes flew to the stairs. Trudy hadn’t called up. Kim nor Roman had their prints in. Jay’s eyes stayed glued to the top of the stairs and his heart nearly lept out of his chest when you appeared at the top of them.

Your hair was tied back in a braid, you were wearing your usual outfit of jeans, a long sleeve tee and a jacket over it. You looked so damn beautiful he couldn’t pull air into his lungs. Damn he’d missed you even more than he realized and that was saying a lot. You barely looked his way, hell you barely looked anyone’s way. You walked straight to Hank who greeted you “I was wondering about you. Palladino called me first thing” you nodded “Well I’m back” 

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You could feel Jay’s eyes on you as you walked through the bullpen but you couldn’t. Nope, you had to maintain for as long as possible. You walked over to Hank who held his hand out so you shook it as he said “I was wondering about you. Palladino called me first thing” you nodded “Well I’m back. The task force was successful” he half smiled “Good to hear. I’m glad to have you back Rogue. Have you met Mouse officially yet?” 

You cut your eyes over to the guy who you’d passed first when you made it to the top of the stairs and shook your head “Can’t say I have” he stood and walked over, a small smile on his face as he offered his hand “Greg Gerwitz ma’am. Everyone calls me Mouse. I’ll answer to either” you smiled softly “So I could just yell Gerwitz?” he laughed lightly “Remember I was army too so I may flinch first” you smirked “I’ll try not to call you that then” Mouse was about five nine, five ten. Brownish hair, bright blue eyes and a nice smile. He seemed like a sweetheart. 

“I heard a lot about you” you admitted and saw the way his eyes flickered over towards Jay who was watching your interaction closely “Good I hope?” you nodded “Very, look forward to working with you and hopefully being friends” he smiled “Yes ma’am” “Rogue” he nodded “Rogue” then turned to head back to his desk. Hank nodded “Well jump back in wherever. Isn’t like you don’t know what to do” you turned and headed for your desk, trying to avoid Jay’s eyes as much as possible along with Erin’s. You could feel Kevin and Adam watching you too and knew even Antonio and Al were probably curious to the fact that you’d yet to greet Jay.

The moment you sat down you heard the squeak of Jay’s chair and his boots. You looked up and he was already standing over your desk, a small smile on his face “Hey baby, welcome home” you forced a small smile onto your face just to not start a scene at work. You promised Hank back when you and Jay first outed yourselves as a couple that you could keep personal and professional separate. “Hey” his eyebrows furrowed “Can we talk?” “About?” you asked and he waved a hand towards you “Like when did you get home? I got in like twenty minutes ago. Unless you moved really fast you couldn’t have had time to go home and get changed and if you came straight from the airport looking like that damn”

You could feel the fact that everyone had their attention on you so you stood “I need coffee” and headed for the breakroom with him hot on your heels. 

You walked into the breakroom and let him walk in before stepping around him to close the door. He watched your every move and when you closed the door and pulled the blind down he took a step towards you but his face quickly fell when you crossed your arms. “Baby?” “I got in last night. I stayed at the Hampton inn” you were trying to keep your voice as neutral as possible, as if your heart wasn’t shattering in your chest.

“What’s going on Rogue? I want to talk to you” he took a step towards you and you took a step back “I don’t necessarily want to talk to you” the pain in his eyes made you want to rip your own heart out. You loved him so much it fucking hurt but all you had to do was think about what you saw and you could reel that in. “We need to talk” he tried and you shook your head “No, we don’t”

He reached for your hand and when you took another step back you saw tears in his eyes “Did something happen?” “Go talk to Erin” the moment you said those words his shoulders fell and the horror in his eyes was a bit rewarding. “Yeah, I came home last night. I didn’t go to our place when I got off the plane because I knew Erin needed me after Nadia and to my surprise she was already getting all the fucking comfort she needed wasn’t she?”

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Jay could feel his entire world crashing to his feet. You weren’t supposed to have walked up on that. Fuck you had to see him kiss her? Did you think something else happened? “Baby, just listen..” he tried and you held up a hand, unshed tears shining in your eyes “If you don’t want me calling Palladino or another contact I’ve made for a permanent position internationally you’ll give me breathing room. I want to be home, I want to be in intelligence. I stayed at the Hampton last night. I will continue to stay there until I find somewhere else to go”

“Rogue, you have a home” he tried and you shook your head, tears finally breaking free “I don’t. Do you know how it felt to finally close Ryatt’s murder case? To be the one to put the cuffs on that bastard? I wanted to come home and celebrate with you” 

“We still can” he tried and you shook your head again “Looking at you right now? All I can see is you and her. I had to go from the joy of closing my brother’s murder case to finding out one of my best friends was murdered then? then I rush home to comfort the other best friend only to find her in the arms of the love of my life? Jay I’m barely standing. I slept four hours last night on the floor of the fucking bathroom. I can not do this right now. I came to work because if I wouldn’t have faced you? Wouldn’t have faced her? I couldn’t have faced myself in the mirror for being such a fucking coward” 

“Baby, what do you think happened?” he asked and you shrugged “You cheated on me with Erin. The worst part is I don’t even know if that’s the first time so I’ll find somewhere else to go I guess so you can have your life back” then you turned and walked out of the break room.

He stood there as you walked back to your desk, wiped your face and acted like you weren’t falling apart like he was. How the hell had his life just got turned around this damn much? He wanted to propose to you, he had a ring. He planned to propose when you got home, did you just leave him?

Everyone looked from you to the open breakroom door. Jay cleared his throat and walked out to his desk. He sat down, opening up the first file his hands landed on. He had no clue what it was, what was in it. He just had to have his eyes on something, anything. Tears in your eyes and you walking away from him was the last thing on earth he’d ever wanted. Fuck, how could he have fucked up this bad?

When the day finally ended you slipped your jacket on, grabbed your phone and headed for the stairs. You were halfway down by the time Kevin caught up with you “Woah there speedy. Where are you headed? What’s up?” you knew Kev, he wasn’t being nosey. He just clocked the fact that you were in pain and was trying to check in without making it weird. “There’s just a lot going on right now Kev” you replied as the two of you continued down the stairs to the parking lot.

You could hear everyone else trailing out behind the two of you. You saw Erin and focused on Kevin instead “Um you have a few empty rooms since the kids moved with your aunt right?” he nodded “Yeah?” you rubbed a hand along the back of your neck “Could you keep it quiet if I may need to rent one of those rooms from you for a little while?” he looked back towards the building then back to you “What happened? Jay aint shut up about getting you home” 

You weren’t going to badmouth Jay or Erin to the unit. All three of you belonged to it, they were all your friends. “Just some stuff that needs to be sorted out” he nodded slowly “Well I’ll keep it quiet but you don’t gotta rent anything. Just grab your stuff and come over. I got you” you pulled him down into a hug “Thanks Kev” he patted your back “Always. And I heard you got the bastard that shot Ryatt” you half smiled “Put the cuffs on him myself and shattered his damn nose”

“That’s what's up” he laughed and bumped his fist against yours. He nodded towards his car “I gotta go but if you decide you want a room it’s yours. Call me. Any time. Day or night” you nodded “Thanks man”

Kevin headed for his car so you headed for your jeep but froze when Erin called your name when your hand was on the handle of your door. “Fuck” you muttered under your breath. “What do you want Lindsay?” you asked, not turning to face her. “Can we talk please?” you shook your head “I’d rather not. Shit’s a little too fresh, I say a lot when I’m angry. I do a lot when I’m angry. I told Jay I need breathing room or do you two not communicate beyond your tongues being shoved down each other’s throats?”

“Rogue..” she tried and you cut her off “See? That’s the type of shit I say when you make me talk when I’m pissed off” you spun around to face her, knowing you had tears in your eyes “I didn’t even rush home for him Erin. I rushed home for you. My only thought when Hank told me about Nadia was what it would do to you. I got off the plane and came straight to your apartment. Call me crazy but I feel like I have the right to be in pain here”

“What you think happened didn’t” she whispered and you laughed humorlessly “Oh so you didn’t kiss the love of my life? I didn’t see with my own two eyes my best fucking friend kiss the man I love?” she ducked her head and you nodded “What I thought. I turned and ran after that because I really didn’t need to see Jay go into your apartment or anything” “He didn’t..” you held up a hand “I gotta go. I just I’ve got to go” 

She took a step back so you climbed into your jeep, slammed the key in the ignition and pulled away. 

You had to wipe your eyes twice as you pulled out of the parking lot to be able to see through the tears. What more could you fucking take?

Erin watched you pull away and damn near hit her knees then and there. Nadia was dead, you thought she had fucked the love of your life. She had lost both of her best friends. You rushed home from Paris to her, not Jay. You came home for her, only to walk up to that. She closed her eyes, tears flowing down her face. It was a stupid kiss. A maybe ten second kiss. It meant nothing. Had it cost her everything?

You were laying across the bed in your hotel room watching the texts from Jay light up your screen. Once it finally became apparent to him you weren’t answering the damn phone he’d taken to that instead:

Rogue, baby please call me

What you think happened didn’t

I love you

I have missed you so much

Princess please come home

Baby, answer the phone

Talk to me

C’mon baby. Cuss me out, anything but silence

I love you with everything

Please

You finally just tossed it on the nightstand and listened to it vibrate every now and then when a new message would come through. You honestly couldn’t talk to him because you didn’t know what to say. When you’d left Chicago for the task force you were so numb you could barely function. Now? It was like everything  you’d buried was back in overdrive. You were up to taking lukewarm showers and up until last night had been sleeping a few hours decently a night. Maybe it was from being worn out chasing down the members of the Gada organization but hey whatever works right?

You’d gone from feeling not a lot of anything to feeling too much and now to face this? You didn’t know what to say to Jay. Did you still love him? Of course. You would always love that man, until the day they laid you in the damn ground but he fucked Erin. He fucked your best friend. How could you move on from that?

You picked up your phone and stared at it before opening up the messages and typing one out. You deleted it then retyped it twice before finally hitting send. You laid your phone down then rolled over to try to get some sleep in an actual bed.

_____________________

When Jay’s phone buzzed he damn near knocked the coffee table upside down grabbing it. Had you finally responded? He swiped the screen and saw he had a text from you. He opened it up and read it: Jay, you’re the love of my life. You will always be the love of my life. I will love you until the day they put me in the ground, just know that. I just can’t talk about things right now. I am just getting my footing from losing Ryatt. Give me a few days then maybe I can face it. 

He read it twice. You still loved him. That was something right? That was something he could hold onto. You still loved him. He had to hold onto that. He would make you see that he didn’t sleep with Erin. Yeah, they kissed. Yeah that never should have happened but he hadn’t crossed that line. He hadn’t gone that far. He found himself praying to whatever higher power was listening, found himself talking to Ryatt “Please let her believe me. I can’t lose her over one stupid fucking decision. We stopped it time it happened. No it shouldn’t have happened but god I can not lose her over it”

Part 10

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Guess who's back. Back again. Shadys back. Tell a friend

Just cuz I feelin' emotional today, the epilogue crew holding their kids for the first time

Tee hee

(Absolutely !! Also feel better tell those emotions to stop lol

Josh levy-

Title: “Mission Log: I’m So Screwed”

Josh Levy had rehearsed this moment in his head a hundred times.

In theory, he’d walk into the delivery room cool, composed, possibly humming a movie soundtrack. He’d make a clever quip, maybe drop a tear or two, and then—boom. Girl dad. Credits roll. Applause.

In reality?

He was pacing like a malfunctioning Roomba, babbling Starfleet ranks under his breath, and seriously considering fainting before the nurse even called him in.

Nurse:

“She’s here. Want to come meet your daughter?”

Josh blinked.

Josh:

“Daughter. Right. Yes. Of course. That’s what I ordered. Standard-issue human infant.”

The nurse gave him a look.

Inside the room, there she was—wrapped up like a little burrito with a red face and a scrunchy, unimpressed expression that somehow already radiated judgment.

He froze in the doorway.

Josh:

“Oh my God, she already hates me. She knows I’m a poser.”

Partner (weakly):

“Josh. Come get her.”

The nurse placed the baby in his arms. He held her like she was a thermal detonator, stiff and terrified, elbows at full chicken-wing extension.

And then—

She blinked.

Her eyes (barely open) landed vaguely in his direction.

And something inside Josh short-circuited.

Josh (whispering):

“Oh. Oh no.”

He sank into the nearest chair, still staring.

Josh:

“I’m in trouble.”

He looked down at her, completely dumbstruck, mouth wobbling into a dumb smile he couldn’t suppress if he tried.

Josh:

“You’re… you’re the most beautiful alien I’ve ever seen.”

She flailed an arm. He made a squeaky sound not meant for adult males.

Josh:

“Yup. That’s it. It’s over. I’m toast. You want a pony? I’ll build one. You want to name your goldfish Captain Meatball? I’ll embroider it on a shirt. You want to crush my heart into play-doh with a crayon drawing of us holding hands? Go ahead. You win.”

His partner blinked at him from the bed.

Partner:

“Did you just imprint like a baby duck?”

Josh (still staring):

“She has my nose. And a better hairline.”

He gently touched the edge of her hat with one finger.

Josh:

“I’ll vaporize anyone who makes you cry. Except me, but I’ll feel really bad about it.”

He looked up with wide eyes.

Josh:

“I don’t know how to be a dad.”

Partner:

“You’re already doing it.”

She squawked in his arms, tiny and furious. He bounced slightly, instinct kicking in, eyes wide with panic.

Josh (cooing):

“No no no—don’t cry. I’ll show you Wrath of Khan. You’ll love it. Wait, no, that’s the one where Spock—okay, maybe Voyager. Wait, what’s a baby-friendly Star Trek?”

He was spiraling. And yet—

He’d never been so sure of anything in his entire life.

---

Bill Dickey-

Title: “You’ve Gotta Be Kiddin’ Me”

Bill Dickey had seen a lot of weird crap in his life.

He’d been kicked out of more cons than he could count. He’d screamed himself hoarse over Boba Fett figures with bent antennas. He’d lived through the death of fandom, the rise of Funko Pops, and the slow, humiliating decline of his own metabolism.

But this?

This was insane.

“Alright, Dad,” the nurse said with a practiced smile. “Ready to hold her?”

Bill:

“I dunno, lady, is she ready to be held by a guy who once called a twelve-year-old a ‘casual’ for misquoting Thundarr the Barbarian?”

But then they handed her over.

And just like that, everything… paused.

She was small. Warm. Loud as hell. Pink in that fresh, freaky way babies are. And she had these scrunched little fists like she was already ready to fight the world.

Bill blinked.

Bill:

“…Oh, what the hell.”

He cleared his throat and adjusted his flannel around her, staring down like he was afraid she’d explode or melt or—worse—recognize he was full of crap.

She made a wet little grunt. Kicked her foot.

He grunted back instinctively.

Bill:

“Great. A kicker.”

The nurse hovered nearby, watching.

Bill didn’t look up. He just kept staring, his tone dropping a little.

Bill:

“You’re a loud one, huh? You’re gonna yell at me just like your mother. Or worse—you’re gonna ignore me. That’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna hate everything I like. You’re gonna roll your eyes at me when I say George Lucas should’ve been legally barred from making prequels. You’re gonna think I’m a cranky old fart, and you know what?”

She blinked. Let out a soft noise that sounded dangerously close to a sigh.

Bill’s face twitched into something almost like a smile.

Bill:

“I’m gonna love every goddamn second of it.”

He shifted her carefully, like she was a rare, misprinted comic issue.

Bill (grumbling):

“Just don’t start dating some jerk who wears a Deadpool shirt and calls himself a cinephile. I’ll throw him. I will physically remove that bastard from the planet. With my hands.”

His daughter sneezed.

Bill:

“Gesundheit. Christ, you’re already cuter than me. It’s gonna be a problem.”

He leaned back in the chair, exhaled through his nose, and whispered just loud enough for her to hear:

Bill:

“Alright, kid. You win. I’m in. You’re the only person alive allowed to touch my toys.”

And he meant it.

Even if she drooled on his flannel.

---

Pete DiNunzio-

Title: “Monsters, Meet Your Match”

The hospital room smelled like antiseptic and panic.

Pete DiNunzio stood stiff near the window, arms crossed over his horror-themed tee and worn flannel jacket, pretending not to be sweating through both layers.

He hadn’t sat down once in two hours. He’d grunted, paced, snapped at the vending machine when it ate his dollar, and refused every offer of water like it was poisoned. He looked like he was waiting to be drafted into war.

Nurse:

“You ready to hold her, Dad?”

Pete blinked.

Pete:

“Yeah, I—uh. Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Gimme.”

But when they handed her over, he didn’t move at first. Just stared at this little pink thing bundled up like a cannoli, breathing soft, already frowning like she knew what kind of world she’d been born into.

And then she made a tiny grumble.

Like… a growl.

Pete (soft, stunned):

“She’s got lungs like a 57 year old smoker.”

He finally took her, arms awkward, callused fingers twitching like they weren’t sure where to go. His jacket creaked as he adjusted her closer to his chest.

She was so small. But warm. Real. Breathing.

He looked down.

And then… the whole world just slowed.

Pete:

“…Shit.”

The nurse raised a brow.

Nurse:

“Language.”

Pete (quietly):

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I just—look at her.”

His daughter made another tiny sound, halfway between a sigh and a squeak.

Pete exhaled slowly, a crooked smile forming, like he was seeing her as the final twist ending in a horror movie he thought he already understood.

Pete:

“She's got my nose. Poor kid.”

She flinched, and he instinctively bounced her a little—just like he used to rock back and forth waiting in line for midnight horror releases. Only this time, no ticket, no gore, no audience.

Just her.

Pete (half whispering):

“I watched The Thing when I was ten. Ate pasta during the chestburst scene. I thought I knew fear.”

He shook his head, eyes never leaving hers.

Pete:

“This? This is worse. Way worse.”

She blinked, scrunched her mouth, and he completely melted.

Pete:

“You ever break up with me, I’ll cry like a bitch. I’m tellin’ you now.”

He glanced toward the bed where her mom lay half-asleep.

Pete:

“She’s gonna own me. You know that, right? We’re gonna have matching horror shirts by kindergarten. I’m gonna bring her to Spirit Halloween and cry in the parking lot when she outgrows the kids’ section.”

He paused.

Pete (softly):

“She’s my final girl.”

She squirmed a little in his arms. He smirked, tears stinging the corners of his eyes.

Pete:

“You don’t gotta be sweet. You can be loud. You can be weird. You can be a little scary. That’s in the bloodline. Just—don’t let nobody tell you you’re too much.”

He leaned down, kissed her forehead once, gently, like he was afraid she’d dissolve.

Pete:

“I got you, bambina. You and me? We’re gonna haunt this world together.”

---

Jerry stokes-

Title: “Wizard Level: Dad”

Jerry hadn’t slept in… a day? Maybe two? Time felt weird now. Like he was in a side quest he hadn’t prepared for—low on potions, high on panic, and somehow still underleveled.

He stood outside the hospital room, fidgeting with the frayed edge of his hoodie sleeve. His fingers itched to grab a book, a dice bag, anything that made sense. But the nurse was coming now, arms full of something impossibly small and swaddled in soft yellow.

Nurse:

“She’s ready to meet her dad.”

He swallowed. Nodded like a man about to face a dragon with five HP left.

She placed the baby in his arms, and for one terrifying second, he froze.

She was warm. Heavy in the way that mattered. Her face was pink and slightly squashed, like a sleepy little gnome who'd just been born into the wrong realm.

Jerry (softly):

“…Hi.”

The word barely came out. His voice cracked like it did when he was a teenager.

She blinked. Not really at him—more through him, like she was still loading. Her fingers curled against his shirt.

He exhaled, slowly, like he’d been holding his breath since the beginning of time.

Jerry:

“You’re real. You’re, like… you’re actually here.”

She made a tiny noise. He grinned, goofy and dazed.

Jerry:

“You sound like a baby dragon. I love that for you.”

He adjusted his grip awkwardly, still terrified of breaking her, but more confident by the second.

Jerry:

“So listen, little miss Stokes. I’ve been prepping for this boss fight my whole life. I’ve read The Hobbit nine times. I know how to braid hair like an elf. I can identify every Labyrinth character by silhouette alone. You, my sweet chaotic neutral bard, are in good hands.”

He rocked her gently, shifting side to side in a rhythm he didn’t even realize he knew.

Jerry:

“I don’t have everything figured out. I’m not, like, the High Wizard of Parenting or anything. But I’ve got one hell of a party around me. And you? You’re the new protagonist.”

Her hand twitched. Jerry stared at it like it held the key to the universe.

Jerry:

“I’m gonna teach you everything. How to read the good books. How to paint minis. How to slay goblins and misogyny.”

A pause. Then, a tiny yawn from her.

Jerry:

“…Okay. Maybe not right now. You rest. I’ll… I’ll be here. Always.”

He looked down again, completely gone.

His daughter. His squishy little sidekick.

Level 1: Unstoppable Love.

---

(I fucking love Josh and Pete they are such dorks

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to anyone who hated on the cast for dina fuck you. my girl isabella did AMAZING and potrayed dina so perfectly i might kill myself. she LITERALLY looks like dina, she sounds like dina and a lots of other stuff. bella did amazing job too, the way that they potrayed ellie's anger torwards joel is literally breath taking. DONT GET ME STARTED ABOUT PEDRO BECAUSE OH MY GOD?! leave my old man alone. i always loved pedro as a father figure and he means so much to me. and him acting as joel healed something inside me. i've been in tlou fandom for like year and a half and tbh the amount of fake fans in the game is insane.

if you dont like the way that bella is acting as ellie thats your problem, but whats really even meaner is that people are commenting on their apearence, that having autism is bad or anything else atp. stop it. its mean and it doesnt make any sense to make someones day bad just because you dont like the show.

grow up.

[wordsofwhimsy]

【Ｏｐｐｏｓｉｔｅｓ　

Ａｔｔｒａｃｔ】 - Part Ten

Pairing: Mohawk!Mark Grayson x f!Reader

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff, slice of life

Word Count: 1,593

Chapter Synopsis: You talk with Emily about the game, and would you believe it? None of other than Invincible himself shows up at your dorm

a/n: i know this part is short, but i actually had it combined with the next chapter and it got way too long so i decided to break it up – might just drop the other chapter tho cause i am IN LOVE with it. my fav part so far by farrr

Part Nine

You didn’t hear from him for the rest of the night. No follow-up texts. No voice memos. No dramatic rooftop monologues.

Just Mark: chaotic, all-powerful, utterly ridiculous—and then gone, like he hadn’t just hijacked a Major League Baseball game to show off for reasons you still didn’t understand.

You sat on your bed, now back into an old, comfortable hoodie as your eyes continuously flicked back to your phone. Emily was lying upside-down across her mattress, scrolling through her For You Page with the energy of someone who hadn’t watched the Earth briefly tilt off its axis but definitely heard all about it.

“Okay, but seriously,” she said around a mouthful of Twizzlers, “Invincible showing up to a baseball game like that? Completely unhinged behavior. Who throws a pitch and then leaves the atmosphere?”

You swallowed. “Yeah. Super weird.”

“Weirder still,” she continued, flipping her phone around to show you a TikTok, “he totally winked at someone in the crowd. Look, someone zoomed in. You can’t tell who it was, but—definitely a wink. At someone. I swear to God, if this turns into another ‘who is Invincible secretly dating’ conspiracy, I’m going to throw my phone.”

You tried very hard not to choke on your own breath. “Maybe he was just being friendly.”

“Friendly? Babe, that wink had agenda.”

You gave her a look. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist.”

Emily sat up, serious now. “No, no—this is important. This is gossip history in the making. Be so for real, that little power stunt was literally insane? Like, I’m sorry, but imagine being the poor dude on a date and suddenly God’s favorite war machine crash-lands in center field? The way I would simply evaporate.”

Your smile was tight. “Yeah. Super embarrassing for that guy.”

Emily nodded. “Poor Kyle. I hope he’s not crying about it.” You pressed your lips together, gaze dropping to your phone again. And then something clicked.

“Wait.” You looked up. “Why are we talking about Kyle?”

Emily blinked. “Um… because you were on a date with him?”

Your brow furrowed. “That wasn’t a date.”

Emily stared at you like you’d grown a second head. “You got dressed up, went to a stadium with a guy who likes you, ate overpriced nachos, and undoubtedly laughed at all his really dumb jokes.”

You blinked. “Okay, but—he was kind of funny.”

Emily threw a Twizzler at your head. “Oh my God. You cannot be this dense.”

You swatted it away, flustered. “What?! We were just hanging out.”

She stared. “Did you kiss?”

“Wha—no! What?! Ew—no!” You buried your face in your hands. “Why would we—oh my god, stop asking me that!”

Emily gasped. “Wait. Wait-wait-wait. You seriously didn’t even give him a kiss?”

You peeked at her through your fingers, face burning. “Not everyone’s out here kissing people all the time, Emily.”

She launched herself forward like you’d just confessed to a crime. “You mean to tell me you went on an actual date—”

“It wasn’t a date!”

“—with a real boy, who was cute and funny, and you didn’t even give him a little smooch? Babe, that’s so cute I might cry.”

You groaned, tugging your hoodie over your head like it might swallow you whole. “I hate this conversation.”

Emily flopped back onto the bed dramatically. “You are a rom-com protagonist. This is classic awkward first love behavior. We are in act two right now.”

Before you could argue that, yes, actually, this was real life and not a Netflix original movie, there was a knock at the window.

Both of you froze.

“…Was that the wind?” you asked, way too hopeful.

Another knock.

Emily bolted upright. “Okay, no. That was a knock. Are you expecting someone? Is that Kyle, like throwing rocks or something? Is this a dramatic second date? Oh my god, is this your rom-com moment?!”

You stumbled to your feet and crossed the room like you were about to open the gates of hell. You yanked the curtains back—

—and nearly screamed.

Mark was hovering just outside, one hand braced casually on the window frame, expression unreadable under his wind-tousled hair.

You cracked the window open an inch. “Are you insane?!”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “Hi to you too.”

Emily squinted behind you, trying to get a glimpse past the curtain. “Wait—is that—is that Invincible?!”

Panic. Pure, full-body panic. “I—uh. Maybe?”

You tried to shut the curtain again. Mark shoved the window open wider with one hand and stepped inside like he did this all the time.

Emily gasped. “OH MY GOD IT IS. It’s literally Invincible. In our dorm room. Right now. I am losing my actual mind—”

She stopped mid-rant. Went very still. Then tilted her head, slowly. You felt the energy shift like a tectonic plate. “...Wait a second,” she said, voice dangerously calm. “Why does he have Mark’s hair.”

You froze.

Mark—traitor that he was—didn’t even flinch. Just smirked a little and crossed his arms, like he thought this was funny.

Emily’s gaze whipped to you. “No. No. Don’t you dare—”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said way too fast.

Emily took a threatening step forward. “Do not play dumb with me. He has the same mohawk. The same stupid jawline. The same weird little frown he makes when he’s trying not to look impressed. That is Mark in spandex.”

Mark, very unhelpfully: “Technically it’s a polyfiber-carbon weave.”

Emily lost it.

“YOU!!” she pointed dramatically. “YOU HAVE BEEN EATING CUP NOODLES WITH US FOR WEEKS. And you’re out here catching satellites and ruining baseball games?!”

“It was one game,” Mark muttered.

“This. Is. INSANE. You’ve been sitting on the tea of the century, and you didn’t spill??” Her chaos was pointed at you again.

You threw your arms up. “It wasn’t my tea to spill!”

Emily paused, squinting. “Wait. Wait. Was that why he crash-landed at the stadium?” You opened your mouth. Closed it again. “OH MY GOD,” Emily shrieked. “He was showing off for you. THAT’S why he winked. THAT WASN’T A PUBLICITY STUNT. THAT WAS FOREPLAY.”

You shrieked right back. “PLEASE STOP TALKING.”

Mark was in the corner of your room looking far too pleased with the whole situation.

Emily whirled on him again. “You winked. At my best friend. In a stadium. On a date.”

Mark just grinned. “What can I say? I’m dramatic.”

“You are deranged.”

You looked at her, pleading. “Emily, I swear, it wasn’t even a real date—”

Emily gasped again. “OH MY GOD WAIT DID YOU KISS INVINICIBLE??”

“WHAT?! NO!!”

“Don’t you dare lie to me again!!”

You groaned and tried to disappear into your hoodie for the second time that night. “Can we not have this conversation while he’s literally in the room?”

Mark, very softly: “…Wait, but, do you want to?” Your stare shot onto him, absolutely floored and wildly confused.

The whole room felt like it was vibrating from pure, unfiltered mortification. And then—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

You froze. Emily froze. Even Mark had the decency to look mildly concerned. A voice came from the hallway. Flat. Sharp. Brutally unamused.

“Girls? Is everything okay in there?”

You stared at the door like it had just grown teeth. “Oh my god. That’s Harper.”

Emily hissed. “RA Harper?”

“RA Harper,” you confirmed, already spiraling.

Mark whispered, “Who’s Harper?”

Emily whispered back, “The RA who caught us trying to microwave soup with a candle during the blackout. We’re on her list.”

You scrambled off the bed and tried to fix your hair, even though this was so far beyond hair.

“Yeah!” you called, way too loud. “Everything’s fine! Totally normal! Just… girl stuff!”

A pause.

“...Are there men in your room?”

You could practically hear the clipboard in her voice.

Emily slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. Mark moved like he was about to jump out the window again.

You grabbed his arm. “Don’t you dare.”

Emily cleared her throat. “No men here! Just one very aggressively voiced girl doing a dramatic reading of... Call Me by Your Name!”

There was a long pause.

Then Harper sighed. “Lights out is in ten. And if I hear one more thud, I’m coming in with backup.” You waited until her footsteps faded down the hall. Then, very slowly, you turned to Mark.

“You owe me a new RA-friendly reputation.” Mark, completely unfazed, sat on your desk like he belonged there.

“I knocked politely.”

“You crashed a baseball game and then crawled through my window like a—a—a burglar or something!”

Emily raised her hand. “Counterpoint: he did catch a ball that literally orbited the planet. That’s kinda hot.”

You glared at her. “Whose side are you on?”

Emily grinned, eyes gleaming. “Whichever side gets me more TikTok content.”

Mark leaned back, arms crossed. “So… are we gonna talk? Or should I come back when you’re done death-staring me into the floor?”

You groaned, flopping dramatically onto the bed. “I hate college.”

From outside, someone shouted “SHUT UP, KAREN!” through the wall.

You yelled back, “MY NAME’S NOT KAREN.” Then you whispered, to absolutely no one: “I’m gonna die in this dorm…”

Mark grinned. “Cool. So. You free tomorrow?”

———————

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reactions to asking to try a juno pose with them😩😩 (squid game boys preferably !! up to u tho completely tho i love ur writing x)

I might let you make me 'juno'

Characters: Thanos, Namgyu, Gyeong-Seok, Young-Il, Gi-hun, Dae-Ho, Min-Su, Sang-Woo, Salesman

Summary: Its above✨️✨️

Warnings: Explicit, Suggestive, MDNI

Thanos

You were half-naked, tangled up in bedsheets and laughter, scrolling through Instagram on your phone while Su-Bong rested beside you—shirtless, warm, and still slightly breathless from earlier kisses.

“Wait,” you said suddenly, your voice playful. “Have you ever seen this pose?”

Su-Bong glanced over lazily. “What pose?”

You angled the screen toward him: Sabrina Carpenter, sprawled across a vintage-looking couch, her hips tilted just right, head thrown back, lips parted like a secret. It was confident, daring, sexy as hell.

“It’s a Juno position,” you explained, smirking. “Fans call it that. Kind of like… seductive chaos.”

Su-Bong blinked. “Seductive chaos?”

“Yeah,” you grinned. “I want to try something like that—with you. In bed. Wanna be my Sabrina?”

His ears went red instantly. “Me?” he scoffed, laughing. “Yah, I don't look like her at all.”

You leaned in, tracing a finger down his chest. “I don’t want Sabrina. I want you in that position. Just… messy, open, letting me take control.”

That shut him up. His breath hitched slightly.“Oh.”

“You okay?” you teased, tilting your head. “Too shy?”

He swallowed, then shook his head slowly. “No. Just—surprised. I mean… if it’s you…”

Minutes later, you had him exactly where you wanted him: back arched ever so slightly, legs spread in a way that mimicked the pose, arms thrown over his head as he let out a nervous laugh.

“I feel ridiculous,” he murmured.“You look insane,” you whispered, crawling over him. “In the hottest way. Trust me.”

The moment your mouth met his, his hesitation melted. Your hands gripped his thighs, coaxing him into relaxing, into giving in. He tried to hold eye contact, but the pleasure hit him hard and fast as your body aligned with his, and all he could do was moan softly and cling to the sheets.

“I—shit,” he breathed. “You're really doing this…”

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his jaw. “You said you’d try it.”

He chuckled, flushed and breathless. “I didn’t think it’d feel this good.”

“Well,” you whispered, lips at his ear, “Sabrina might’ve made it look pretty—but you make it feel filthy.”

Su-Bong groaned, hands finally finding your hips. “God, I love you.”

“Love you too,” you said, smiling. “Even when you’re my muse.”

Namgyu

You were curled up next to Nam-Gyu on the couch, legs tangled under a blanket, when the idea first popped into your head.

"Okay, don't laugh," you warned, already smiling.

He raised a brow, eyes still half on the movie, half on you. "That’s exactly what someone says before saying something worth laughing at."

You rolled your eyes. "Do you know what a Juno position is?"

Nam-Gyu blinked. "Like... the movie? With the pregnant girl?"

You laughed. "No! It's—okay, it's kind of a pose Sabrina Carpenter does. Kind of sexy. Like, performance-y, but I saw someone say it would work during sex and now I can’t stop thinking about it."

That caught his attention.Nam-Gyu turned toward you fully, blanket sliding down his bare shoulder. “Wait… you want me to do it? Or you?”

“You. Just once. For science.”

His eyes narrowed. “You want me to do a pop princess sex pose in bed?”

You grinned. “Yes.”

He stared at you for a beat longer… then tossed the blanket aside and stood dramatically. “Fine. Show me.”

***

That night, with your thighs hooked over his hips and his hair already a mess, you couldn’t help giggling when he paused, adjusting his body into the pose you’d described.

One leg tucked awkwardly under him, one arm supporting his weight behind him, chin slightly tilted. The full Juno. Or, well, his version of it.

“You look like you’re posing for a scandalous Rolling Stone cover.”

He smirked. “You said Sabrina, right? I’m giving you Sabrina.”

“Nam-Gyu,” you said breathlessly, “you’re ridiculous.”

But God—you loved it. The way he kept a straight face, even as he slowly leaned back into you, still holding the pose while rolling his hips in the most ungodly rhythm.

"Is this scientific enough for you?" he murmured, voice low and smug.You barely managed a nod.

Later, when you were sprawled across the sheets, catching your breath, he turned and grinned.

“So… what’s next? Taylor Swift positions?”

You threw a pillow at him.

Gyeong-Seok

It started with a TikTok. You were half-lounging on the couch, phone in one hand, your other hand tracing idle patterns on Gyeong-Seok’s thigh as he sat beside you. The video played on loop—Sabrina Carpenter striking that pose on stage: bent knees, thighs parted, one arm draped over her head, hips tilted just right. It was confident. Shameless. Hot.

“You should try this with me,” you said, biting your lip as you turned your phone to him.

He blinked at the screen, then at you. “What… pose is that?”

You leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “It’s called a Juno position. I think you’d like it.”

Gyeong-Seok gave a soft laugh, but his eyes had that familiar flicker—the one that meant you had his full attention now. “You want me to do that?” he asked, voice low.

“No,” you said, pushing the phone aside and climbing into his lap. “I want to do it with you.”

It didn’t take long before the room shifted. Clothes half-peeled, heat rising between bodies, and him pressing you down against the mattress. His mouth found your throat, your shoulder, your lips—until you were gasping into his skin.

“Show me,” he murmured, hovering over you, his breath thick and warm.

You pulled him down by the waistband of his sweats. “You first.”

He raised a brow but didn’t argue. He leaned back, propped on one elbow, one leg bent slightly open, head tilted back just enough to let his jawline catch the shadows. His torso flexed naturally, a glimmer of tension in his abs as he held the pose—cool, confident, effortlessly sinful.

Your breath hitched. “Okay, yeah. That’s illegal.”

He smirked. “Like this?”

You didn’t answer. You climbed on top of him instead.

The Juno pose melted into something else—your hips grinding slowly as he held you by the waist, your hands buried in his hair, lips brushing over his in teasing passes. He let you take control, for a moment, just to see what you’d do with it. And you didn’t disappoint.

You rocked into him, low and slow, like you had all the time in the world. Your bodies tangled in messy rhythm, breath and sweat and whispers building between every kiss. When he finally flipped you over and pressed himself into you, his voice dropped like velvet:

“Next time you show me something like that… you’d better be ready to finish what you started.”

And oh—you were.

Young il

Young-Il and you had just finished a long day of work. The night air was cool, the lights in your apartment soft, and the atmosphere cozy. You two had been watching random videos online, laughing at memes and TikToks, when you came across one of Sabrina Carpenter’s viral moments—her posing in that iconic, sultry way. The way she tilted her head, the subtle shift of her body—it looked almost like an art form.

"Look at this," you said, pausing the video and showing it to Young-Il, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I think I could do that."

He raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "What, like the pose?" he asked, intrigued but clearly not understanding the full scope of what you were suggesting.

You bit your lip, watching him carefully. "Not just the pose... but the position." Your voice dropped a little lower, a playful challenge hanging between you.

He glanced at the screen again, and his eyes widened slightly as he processed what you were implying. You could see the shift in his expression, that mix of curiosity and amusement as he looked back at you.

"You want me to try it?" he asked, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile. "Right now?"

You nodded, leaning forward, your voice a little more teasing than before. "What do you think? Think you're up for the challenge?"

His eyes twinkled with the promise of fun as he stood up, his movements smooth and confident. He took a step toward you, the tension between you two rising, yet there was a softness in his gaze. "I think you're the one who’s going to have to show me how it’s done," he said, his tone playful but suggestive.

You smiled, sliding off the couch and walking toward him. The playful challenge had turned into a shared moment of connection, your laughter filling the room before the air between you two thickened with anticipation. "You might need to take notes," you teased, your hands trailing lightly over his chest.

As the night unfolded, the two of you spent more time experimenting with poses and laughs than anything else, but it was the connection, the shared playfulness, that made the moment memorable. It wasn't about getting everything perfect—it was about having fun and letting the mood take you wherever it went.

Gi hun

You were curled up on the couch with Gi-Hun, flipping through TikTok on your phone while he absentmindedly stroked your arm. He wasn’t paying too much attention until you stopped scrolling and let out a soft, intrigued "Hmm..."

He leaned over, squinting at your screen. “What is that?”

“Sabrina Carpenter,” you said, eyes still locked on the video. “And that’s what the internet calls a ‘Juno pose.’”

Gi-Hun blinked. “A what pose?”

You glanced at him with a sly smile. “It’s like... a pose. Very dramatic. Kind of sexy. People say it’s a position too... in bed.”

His eyebrows raised, interest piqued. “Really now?”

You nodded slowly, setting your phone down and climbing onto his lap, your arms draping around his neck. “Wanna try it? For research, obviously.”

Gi-Hun laughed, hands finding your waist. “Oh, this is scientific now? Should I be taking notes?”

“I think a hands-on demonstration would be more effective,” you whispered against his ear.He chuckled again, his fingers tightening ever so slightly. “Alright, professor. Show me how this works.”

You shifted slightly, mimicking the pose from the video—your body angled just right, a teasing tilt to your head, the perfect mix of sultry and effortless. Gi-Hun watched with growing fascination, his hands now sliding slowly over your back.

“I think I’m starting to understand the appeal,” he murmured.

“Yeah?” you grinned, tilting your head just so. “Wanna see how far we can take it?”

Gi-Hun’s grin turned wicked, his voice low and rough. “Oh, I plan on studying every angle.”-

Dae ho

You and Dae-Ho had spent the evening winding down together—candles lit, snacks half-eaten on the coffee table, your playlist humming in the background. He was stretched out beside you, warm and relaxed, when you suddenly lit up and grabbed your phone.

“Okay, wait. You have to see this,” you said, pulling up a clip of Sabrina Carpenter striking her now-famous Juno pose during a performance.

Dae-Ho blinked at the screen, a little confused. “Is she... okay?” he asked sincerely.

You snorted. “Yes, babe. She’s posing. It’s called a Juno position.”

He tilted his head. “Like... for photos?”

You bit your lip, eyes twinkling. “Well... people also say it’s a sex position now.”

His cheeks flushed instantly, and he cleared his throat, glancing sideways at you. “Oh.” He paused. “Do you… want to try it?”

You gave a wicked grin and leaned in closer. “I mean, don’t you want to see how flexible I am?”

That did him in. Dae-Ho’s face turned even redder, but he let out a soft laugh and sat up straighter, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Y-Yeah. I mean—only if you want to. Like, um... no pressure. But I’m curious. For, you know... science.”

“Science, huh?” you teased, already shifting your position to mimic the sultry sprawl from the video. Dae-Ho’s gaze followed you slowly, his eyes wide, lips parting slightly as he took it all in.

You caught his stare. “You’re thinking way too hard.”

“I’m trying to focus!” he defended, his voice higher than usual.

You slid closer, your voice dropping low. “Then stop thinking and start doing.”

He swallowed hard, but the spark in his eyes said he was more than willing to rise to the occasion.

And that night, shy curiosity turned into breathless laughter, tangled limbs, and Dae-Ho whispering, “I had no idea ‘Juno’ meant that… but I think I’m a fan.”

Min su

You were sprawled on your bed with Min-Su, both of you in sweats, legs tangled under the blankets as some random drama played in the background. He was holding your hand, absentmindedly tracing patterns on your palm—soft, slow, content.

Until you broke the silence with a cheeky: “Hey… have you ever heard of a ‘Juno position’?”

He blinked slowly. “Juno? Like the movie?”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Not exactly. It’s a pose. Kind of dramatic. Kind of sexy. Sabrina Carpenter does it on stage a lot, and people started calling it that online.”

Min-Su’s eyes darted away immediately, his ears turning a soft shade of red. “Oh. Uh… like a dance move?”

You grinned. “Not quite. People have started calling it a bedroom position too.”

He froze. “…Ah.”

You watched the color climb all the way to his cheeks. He was silent for a second longer before mumbling, “Should I… Google it?”

You laughed and rolled on top of him before he could reach for his phone. “Nope. I’ll show you.”

His eyes widened, but he let out a nervous chuckle as you slowly demonstrated the sultry sprawl—arched in just the right way, your expression teasing, your voice soft when you asked, “So? What do you think?”

Min-Su swallowed hard. “I think… I’m going to forget how to speak.”

You leaned closer, nose brushing his. “Want to try it with me?”

He nodded, nearly breathless, still blushing but now clearly on board. “Only if you don’t make fun of me.”

“I’d never,” you whispered, already guiding his hands. “But if you get shy, I’ll just kiss it better.”

Min-Su’s soft laugh melted into something deeper, his fingers lacing with yours as the teasing turned tender, and your playful experiment became something slow, sweet, and unforgettable.

Sang woo

You were lounging in Sang-Woo’s apartment—modern, clean, with everything in its right place, just like him. He was sitting across from you in a chair, one leg crossed, sleeves rolled up, flipping through some work papers. He hadn’t said much in the last ten minutes, but you could feel his eyes flicking to you now and then.

You were scrolling through TikTok when something caught your eye.

You smirked.“Have you heard of the Juno position?” you asked casually, looking up at him.Sang-Woo glanced over the edge of his glasses. “No. Should I have?"

You turned your screen toward him, showing a video of Sabrina Carpenter in that iconic pose—arched, dramatic, practically dripping in innuendo.His brows lifted slightly. “That’s what the internet’s calling a position now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Some people say it’s just a pose. Others say it’s... a whole experience.”

He leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on you, like he was reading between every line of what you weren’t saying.“

And you’re telling me this because...?”You stood slowly, moving toward him, your tone light but layered with suggestion. “I thought maybe we could try it.”

He let out a breath of a laugh, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes—those were sharp, calculating, and very much awake now. “You’re playing with fire.”

You straddled his lap, settling in close, not breaking eye contact. “Maybe I want to get burned.”

He exhaled through his nose, hands still resting tensely on the armrests, like he was holding back. “You know I’m twice your age.”

“Which means you’ve had twice as long to think about things like this.”

That broke something in him. He looked up at you, jaw clenched, the muscle twitching like he was doing the math—whether this was a good idea, a terrible one, or something he’d been fantasizing about for weeks.

He finally spoke, voice low. “Show me the pose again.”

You smirked, adjusting your body to mimic it—slow, deliberate, letting your fingers trail over his tie.

Sang-Woo’s hands finally left the armrests, finding your hips as he breathed, “If we do this… I’m not stopping halfway.”

You leaned down, lips just brushing his. “Did I ask you to stop?”

Salesman

You were draped across the Salesman’s expensive hotel sheets, legs crossed, flipping through your phone while he slipped off his cufflinks with practiced ease. He was freshly showered, shirt slightly unbuttoned, and carrying the kind of calm that always made you nervous—in the best way.

“See something interesting?” he asked without looking, voice like silk and smoke.

You smirked. “Actually… yeah. Ever heard of the ‘Juno position’?”

He paused, eyes sliding toward you. “Should I have?”

You sat up slowly, showing him the screen—Sabrina Carpenter’s iconic pose mid-performance, all artful arch and intensity.

“They say it’s become a… position. Not just a pose.”He walked over, glancing at the screen. “Mm.” A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips. “Looks like something designed to drive someone insane.”

You tilted your head, eyes playful. “Wanna try it?”

He chuckled low in his throat, stepping closer. “Are you offering to demonstrate?”

You didn’t respond with words—you simply shifted your body on the bed, mimicking the dramatic sprawl of the Juno pose. Your back arched just enough, legs arranged like you knew exactly what you were doing.

He watched you for a long, heavy second. Then:

“I’m going to be honest,” he said, undoing another button. “You’re playing a very dangerous game.”

“Danger’s half the fun,” you whispered.He leaned down slowly, caging you in with a hand beside your head, lips just brushing yours. “No—I’m the dangerous part. And if you keep looking at me like that, sweetheart...”

His voice dropped to a growl.

“…You’re not getting any sleep tonight.”

[ehh-is-the-name]

I ENTIRELY disagree with your statement that cobs and mephone are one in the same. They just arent!!! they arent!!!! it's comparing a person who Was Abused to their Abuser. And i think thats really dangerous, especially because cobs did things knowingly and out of ill will and is absolutely manipulating suitcase and knife in his speech to them, but also because mephone literally has/had no fucking idea he created the contestants.

theres something wildly different between creating a fantasy UNKNOWINGLY where everything goes your way (kinda- i'll yap about that later) and you have your contestants and your show where you can be the perfect host you always wanted to be!!... And creating Sentient Beings (who you know are sentient) and sending them off TO WAR only to physically and emotionally abuse one of them when he comes back with Only ONE of the children you sent him to steal. like. Fellow mephone apologist, he's not really that bad!!!! there is hope!!!

Back to the whole. 'everythign goes his way' thing- A key difference between Cobs and Mephone to me is that Mephone, not even knowing he created the contestants, doesn't force them to do anything. He's kinda... dumb? like, let's be real, his biggest threats come up to 'you'll be kicked off the show' and yada yada... Like. take Marshmallow.

He (UNKNOWINGLY) created marshmallow to be on HIS show. But when she chose to leave... he didn't stop her. And yes, he knew she left because of his confrontation of mepad where he expressly asks him 'why did you let marshmallow leave?' Mephone 100% KNEW. but he didn't stop her (nor apple, for that matter) from going off and starting a life of their own.

MEPHONE DOESN'T WANT CONTROL OF HIS CONTESTANTS LIVES.

Yes, he's a jerk, YES, He's absolutely terrible to his contestants sometimes, and YES, he will have to deal with the consequences of his actions.

BUT. He's not anything like cobs-- at least, not where it matters.

Cobs tried to kill mephone, multiple times, when mephone tried to start his own life. Mephone views his contestants as real, sentient people- Cobs doesn't! He sees the contestants as toys, if anything... And he sees his own creations as tools. Valuable tools.

So like. what im trying to say. Is uhhh sorry for yapping so long and i hope you have an awesome day!!! I've just seen this whole Mephone=cobs thing going around and it gave me a headache SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU DEAL WITH IT </3 but i do hope thsi was informative!

First off- LET'S GO I LOVE II DISCORSE THANK YOU FOR RESPONDING THIS IS WHAT COMMUNITY'S ALL ABOUT!!

Anyway, I will say, that I'm giving you a hug and crying into your shoulders for bringing up the marshmallow thing- I completely forgot about it even though we literally just saw her again (I think it's pretty clear that my priorities are ALL over the place).

Rewatching the scene I get what you're saying.

I'mma be soooo fuckin honest this scene went right the fuck over my head, and by that, I mean I didn't know if Mephone was being genuine with his confusion or fuckin' anything actually. When I say ii 16 has killed me and left me rotting in a gutter, I'm so serious. Mentally I am in a gutter and your ask has at least rolled me back on the curb so I can breathe air instead of sewer water.

Literally reading your thing has made me remember other posts I have seen and taken to heart about this phone, like examples A and B. (They're both tumblr analyses that are kinda outdated 'cause of the bombshell but still pretty good imo). Mephone DOESN'T want to control the contestant's lives and, although he can be a dickwad at times, he still cares about them. Though is that just because they're his OCs in a way? I-

I say all that but I'm also like, I don't want to be completely throwing away everything Cobs is saying just because I feel ill every time he talks. You right, it's very clear that this whole thing is heavy with the manipulation but fuck man I think I'm just easily manipulated... I'm being so serious when I say I lost what hte fuck I was typing in the middle of this and I don't think it's coming back to me. I rolled back in the gutter, sewer water is my home I fucking guess.

Anyone who's listening to me at this point- I don't recommend it I actually don't know what the fuck is happening. I think I still have it in my head that Mephone knows about the whole "making the contestants thing" which makes it hard to fully embrace what you're saying. I should clarify tho:

Mephone and Cobs aren't the same, but the things he's indirectly picked up from Cobs (because of his abuse) are presenting harder than I thought originally. And I think that's what I really meant when I wrote the note. Or at least, that's how I feel now. It's been a couple days since I wrote the stuff in the blockquote. That's the best way to explain how I feel about the Mephone = Cobs situation—yes, but genuinely, in all honestly, no they're not the same.

And do not be ashamed of ranting, really, we love it here. Plus, my friend called this the 9/11 of inanimate insanity and yeah there's a lot of fallout and theories rn. Perfect time for discourse 'cause we're all going through the wringer.

[shira-ceres]

temporary divergence from my usual content

[smile-files]

do you trust her

[akqrus]

I'm so in love with the psychological aspect of ml.

The way Gabriel is haunting the narrative? The way Marinette's secret is slowly ruining everything? The way Gabriels wish messed up almost any chance for Marinette to move on any time soon?

This gives us sooooo many possibilities on how it goes back to Marinette and Adrien, because they didn't get to resolve everything that happened (and ofc Adrien doesn't know LMAO). Not only do we get to see how Marinette's secret affects everything around her, BUT we also will get to see Adrien's reaction to everything that happened. (ofc it's not Marinette's fault. I don't want to hear a PEEP from yall, I ALREADY KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING) and if it absolutely WRECKS Adrien.

I'm so EXCITED to see how it all unfolds.

[charlieconwayy]

Top 50 OTPs of All Time ☆ #49. Amy Pond & Rory Williams

"All those boys chasing me, but it was only ever Rory. Why was that? You know when you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later, they're as dull as a brick? Then there's other people and you meet them and you think 'not bad, they're okay.' And then you get to know them and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality's written all over it, and they turn into something so beautiful. Rory's the most beautiful man I've ever met."

[crab-people-overlord]

okay but can we talk about 'Mystery of the Urinal Deuce' because this episode is literally EVERYTHING when it comes to Stan and Kyle's friendship. Marsh is playing dumb the whole episode and Kyle is losing his goddamn mind over it. The betrayal. The DRAMA.

Stan in this scene knows damn well that everything is a conspiracy (he admits as much later in the episode and knows that Kyle thinks the same thing). And Kyle knows damn well that Stan out of everyone should also know this, because Stan is the one person he can usually count on to back him up on this type of shit. But Stan is the one messing with him in this episode, so we get these fun moments of Stan letting loose and enjoying pranking his friend Kyle. 

Many see the Assburger's duology as the establishment and turning point of Stan’s character. And while it certainly establishes his clinical depression, I’d argue it in no way establishes either his tendency towards depression/melancholy OR cynicism as both of those have always been present from the beginning (but that’s another discussion for another day. I already basically wrote an essay on that a longgg time ago that maybe I’ll share later).

When it comes to a true  ‘turning point’ for Stan’s character, I think of ‘Raisin’s’ ‘from Season 7, which expands on his already present tendency towards sensitivity and annoyances with general society and evolves it into a deep melancholy and detachment from society (at times bordering on nihilism, something we see more of from Stan post Season 7’s ‘Raisins’ such as in the ‘Douche and Turd’ episode in Season 8 and many other episodes). I don’t see the ‘You’re Getting Old’ episode as the turning point for Stan’s character at all. I see it more as an extension of what I actually view as his turning point episode of ‘Raisin’s’. 

What I love about ‘Mystery of the Urinal Deuce’ is it is a post ‘Raisin’s’ episode where Stan just gets to play around, which is sadly something we just don’t see from Stan post-season 7 as often. 

Kyle has always been the easiest target for Cartman not even necessarily because of his traits, but because of his reactions. He is super reactive to everything, and Stan knows this. Unlike Cartman, Stan respects this and usually stands up for Kyle when this aspect of him is taken advantage of. But at the same time, this doesn’t mean that Stan doesn’t like to tease Kyle at times - because let’s be real; Kyle’s high reactivity would make it so fun to mess with him. And in this episode, Stan takes advantage of that. 

And while usually I hate people taking advantage of Kyle in this way, it is so goddamn refreshing to see Stan just being able to let go of all the heavy shit that’s been so key to his character emotionally post-Season 7 and just play around with his bestie in this episode, something I think that at the core of his character he ultimately just wants to be able to do at the end of the day. you can TASTE the shit-eating grin in his voice. he is having the TIME OF HIS LIFE watching Kyle spiral. stan tries so GODDAMN hard to find happiness throughout the series to no avail, so it’s refreshing the times he succeeds and gets to just actually be himself.

Later on in the episode, Stan is also just able to let loose. His ‘Well dude, maybe we’re just badass, have you ever thought of that?’ later on in the episode is said so nonchalantly with him literally smirking, and it cracks me up every time as he tries to appease Kyle’s doubts. He is thoroughly enjoying pranking his friend. 

like yes give me more of this next season?? give me more of stan actually getting to be a kid and mess around with his best friend instead of drowning in existential dread 24/7? please and thank you?

[justaz]

merlin standing to the side watching arthur address camelot, the sun shining on his skin and lighting his hair up as its own crown despite the actual gold resting atop his head, his red cap billowing behind him by the light breeze, his eyes shining with joy, merlin’s freedom spelled across his lips. merlin watching arthur be drowned out by enthusiastic cheers so he laughs and recedes back inside toward merlin, head held high and shoulders squared back, looking even better than the king merlin has shaped him into. merlin falling impossibly deeper into love as arthur returns to his side with a grin after repealing the magic ban

[furashuban]

One of my absolute positive thoughts on S3 is that it has my most favourite soundtrack by Ryan Carlson of any season, might even go out of my way and say that S3 has the best soundtrack in the whole series :0 Listening to a few songs from it after so long single-handedly saved me from a terrible mood tonight, I just love getting lost in each song and reliving the scenes they were made for.

(This is also another way of me saying that "The End" is—and I mean this genuinely with no exaggeration—the GREATEST song from a TV series soundtrack I have ever listened to and to ever grace television and animation <33)