#She just wants to see him smile more because this boy has a goofy ass smile that melts her huntress heart in a single beat

[green-tea-lemonade]

:33 < haha get smewched loser

[imagoofygoober]

rivals to lovers with dave lizewski maybe..?? like shes super duper smart and they get paired together on a project and they start bickering because dave is kind of being a dumbass but it ends rlly sweetly!!!

OMG if I wasn't bit busy today,I would've answered you so much sooner!!! I LOVE this!!

Dave Lizewski x nerd!reader

Prompt: rivals to lovers

Warnings: cursing,reader is described to have female parts but no pronouns are actually used,Dave being a bit of a perv,mentions of drug(marijuana) use

Summary: You and Dave always hated each other,or maybe that's just what you both told yourselves.

You and Dave have hated each other since the sixth grade,both for the same reason.You both believe you're smarter than the other.

You were both pretty smart in the same fields,and always end up fighting over who has the right answer.

You also hated his big goofy grin and his stupid glasses,you hated how they made you feel,how no matter where you went he'd probably be there too,and you definitely hated his curly hair.You hated how much you wanted to run your fingers through the unruly locks.

Dave hated all the same things about you,your smile,your eyes,your hair,how he'd see you everywhere.Though,since you both started going through puberty and you started to 'fill out',he kept catching himself staring at you (more specifically your tits and ass) and he absolutely hated it.

So when you were paired for a project together in Science,both of your jaws dropped slightly as you look at each other.

You scoff as you look away,crossing your arms as you slump in your seat.

'This is fantastic.' Dave thought as he looks back up at the teacher,his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed.

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"You two are pairing up in science?" Todd asks as the three boys into Atomic Comics.

"Yeah,I thought you two like- despised each other." Marty says with a huff of amusement as they sit at their usual booth.

"We do! That bitch Mrs. Parsons paired us up!" Dave says,his voice cracking slightly,sounding a bit like a child who didn't get his way.

You hear the familiar voices from across the comic book section and look up,a bit of a scowl forming on your face as you see Dave.You huff softly and hurridly grab the few comic you had already picked out before heading over to the cashier,paying for them quickly before leaving.

Dave had heard the door but didn't see who it was that left,so he just shrugs slightly and goes back to talking to Todd and Marty.

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A few days later,you find yourself sitting in Daves room with him at his desk,your eyes scanning the room for a moment,taking in all of the nerdy memorabilia everywhere.

You couldn't help the small flutter in your chest at a few of the things you saw from some of your favorite movies/shows/games/comics.'What the fuck?!' you thought as you felt your cheeks heat up slight when you look at him,utterly confused as to why you were suddenly feeling this way until the blush and flutter vanishes,noticing that he got something wrong.

You point at it,shaking your head slightly. "That's wrong. A hypothesis isn't an explanation for events or facts,that's a theory.A hypothesis is an explanation based on limited facts and the base for certain investigations." You say,looking at the paper.

Dave scoffs softly as he looks at you. "No,you're wrong. You've got it flipped."

You look at him,your brow furrowed. "No,you're wrong."

After about 10 minutes of back and forth 'no you are',Dave huffs and jerks open his laptop and clicks on the search bar,his fingers moving quickly over the keyboard.

"See? I told you." you say after reading the definition google pulled up for hypothesis and theory.Dave huffs again before looking down at the paper,erasing what he had put down.

"Whatever.." he mutters softly to himself,suddenly feeling a bit flustered,his bottom lip sticking out slightly in a faint pout.

You sigh and lean back in your seat as you start looking around,the same feeling from earlier bubbling in your chest again.

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Over the course of the next week,your hatred for each other slowly dissipates and turns into something else and everything you hated about each other slowly became something that you both secretly loved.Though,the only people that didn't seem to notice was the two of you.Even your best friend noticed,and she isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed,probably because of all the pot she smokes.

She noticed how you all of a sudden wanted to spend time with Dave after years of being openly annoyed and irritated by him,even if it was supposedly just for the project.

"Do you like- have a crush on Dave now or something?" Sarah asks,her eyes red and her voice a little dawn out as she lays on your living room sofa,the room faintly smelling of weed and smoke.

"What!? No,of course not! I just- Don't hate him as much anymore." You say,sounding like your trying to convince yourself more than you are her,your cheeks burning bright red.

Sarah looks at you with a cocked brow,clearly not believing you. "Right.." She says before relaxing into the sofa again.

Maybe you did have a small crush on Dave...

Maybe that's how you found yourself here.In Daves room,not knowing how to act around him now that you're aware of your 'little' crush on him,your cheeks dusted pink.

Dave felt the same way,awkwardly shifting in his seat as you both write things down for your project,stealing little glances at each other.

Though,Dave lets his gaze linger for a bit,letting his eyes roam over your side profile and outfit.His eyes pause though,his cheeks burning a bit more when he notices the amount of cleavage your shirt showing,a familiar stir starting in his jeans.

He snaps his gaze away from you and looks down at the paper as he subtly adjusts himself in his jeans and shifts in his seat,his brain trying to conjure anything up to make him feel less turned on.

'god,get it together man..' he thought as he leans back in his chair and runs his fingers through his hair.He looks at you again,noticing you zoning out,lost in thought.

He reaches forward and gently shakes your shoulder,making you turn your head to look at him. "Sorry.." you say as you lean back as well.

"It's alright.We should probably take a brake anyway." Dave says as he starts to put away their stuff for their project away.

You look at him confused.'He's never wanted to take a brake,why does he want to now?' you thought but you don't say anything,instead you just start putting your own stuff in your bag.

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It's now been 20 minutes and neither of you have said a word,Daves room filled with an awkward silence,the air so thick with tension you could cut through it with a knife.Dave is holding a comic book,pretending to read it.You on the other hand are just sitting there,staring at Daves hands.

"I can't take this anymore." He says suddenly as he tosses the comic onto his desk and turns to you.

"Take wha-" you start but your words are cut off when Dave grabs you by your cheeks and smashes his lips into yours.

You stay frozen for a moment,eyes wide and cheeks red,before slowly easing into the kiss,gently placing your hands on his shoulders.You feel his glasses gently digging into your cheek and bump against your nose,but you really didn't mind.All you were thinking of was how soft his lips are and how he tasted a bit like the grape soda he had drank earlier.

Dave could taste the hint of strawberry on your lips from your soda he bought you earlier and it took everything in him to keep himself from just shoving his tongue down your throat.Instead,he keeps the kiss going a few seconds longer before slowly pulling away.Your lips chase his slightly before you pull away as well,opening your eyes to look at him.

His glasses were slightly askew and his cheeks were dusted pink,making your lips turn up a bit as you reach up and adjust his glasses,which had visibly caught him by surprise.He had expected you to hit him or at least yell at him,but instead you were fixing his glasses and smiling at him,which in turn made his cheeks burn brighter and that grin that you've grown to love curve his lips.

"I wanna take you out on a date tomorrow..Is that okay?" he asks,smiling more as he watches you nod before kissing you again.

-

[buckysgrace]

Steve Harrington Headcanons

These are just what I picture, nothing written in stone <3

Was a surprise baby. I think his parents were both near or at their thirties when he was born? His mom really struggled with getting pregnant so he was her one and only <3

Looks just like his dad but has his mama's big brown eyes. She would pinch his little cheeks and call him her little Booboo.

Very colicky and whiny baby. Only ever wanted to be held. I also think he was born a little early, just a smidge delayed when it came to meeting his milestones

Definitely was a mama's boy when he was little. They sort of drifted apart when she put more attention towards his dad to sort out their marriage issues.

His dad has a bad tendency of sleeping around. I could definitely see Steve having some secret siblings that he doesn't ever know about.

He was an ornery kid, full of energy and was unable to stay still. He also played a lot of sports, so his parents weren't bothered by him

His dad absolutely locked their bedroom door and kept Steve's far apart so he couldn't crawl into bed with them.

Was spanked a lot as a little kid because he couldn't sit still. The wooden spoon was his dad's weapon of choice.

Officially got a nanny/babysitter when his father forgot to pick him up hours after baseball practice ended. Finally ended up walking home but got in trouble for that as well

Really struggled with reading, well mainly all through his school career. His letters just tend to get mixed up.

Struggles with organization. If he's writing a paper, he needs to jot down his thoughts before he forgets them. Thus why some parts don't fit into the right spot.

I think teachers were sort of assholes to him?? He was definitely a goofy/class clown type so I think when he was actually struggling in school they thought he was just trying to be funny

Okay listen... he was absolutely a shit in school. He was rich, in good health and handsome. He was playing up to the hierarchy shit. For sure had a coming to Jesus moment later but yeah he was an ass

Although I do think he was usually all talk, no bite. Probably did his fair share of shoving or tripping to be funny. The few altercations that turned physical were usually solved by his former muscle, Tommy.

Oh Tommy. Best friends since they were in preschool. Both of them were always assigned into the same learning groups. Tommy also struggled a lot with his reading so they meshed really well together.

Sticks his tongue out if he's concentrating hard on his school work. Tommy has yanked on it more than once.

He counts with his fingers!!! Ask him what 8 + 2 is and he has to count on his fingers just to be sure.

Teachers dreaded getting them in class lol. Purposely worked out their schedules so they were nearly identical.

You could move Steve but he was still going to find whomever was near him to speak to/be loud with.

I feel like Tommy had specific genre of movies that he enjoyed, which was 100% monster movies. They watched a ton of old Godzilla movies (although Steve will never, ever admit to it)

Rip if you were on the opposite team and they were playing dodgeball. They showed no mercy during dodgeball.

His dad probably doesn't think Steve will amount to much. I think his dad is really smart as is his mom so Steve doesn't quite fit in with his struggles??

Will ramble for hours about something he is interested in (also speaks with his hands a lot). Be prepared tho he jumps from point A to D back to B and it's just all over the place

Really good at bowling and will brag about it

Very judgmental but he's trying to work on it

I think he can sober up fairly quickly?? Gets all flushed when he drinks tho. Will suggest karaoke.

When he smokes weed he's so giggly. Squinting eyes and a dopey smile the whole time. Thinks everything is hilarious. Do not leave food around him, he will hog it and eat it all

Questions everything during movies. Will barely get through 5 minutes in a movie before he has to ask about something.

You need your back cracked? Steve is your guy. He will twist you into a pretzel to get that spot that's bothering you tho

Terrible at gambling. Does not have a poker face. Also a pretty shitty liar.

Likes raisins. Also loves prunes. And eggs. Grape juice is his favorite. Well, grape flavored anything is his favorite.

If it's 3 am and he's hungry he is chowing down on a slice of bread and a block of cheese.

Prefers goat milk over cow milk

Has terrible allergies. Speaking of, if he's sick? the biggest baby. He cannot take of himself. Probably because he had to do it for so long as a child.

Fuck ankle socks. Fuck them. He will burn them on fire.

Master s'more maker

Took cooking classes on the down low. Fairly good now that he's done so

Anything that his partner likes he will definitely begin to like

Falls asleep on his tummy a lot. He also drools but gets embarrassed if you point that out

Stopped shaving once he was no longer on the swimming team. Won't admit it but does enjoy it if you run your fingers through his chest hair.

He always has long conversations with you before he falls asleep. His eyes are usually closed and he's on the brink of passing out, but he likes listening to you speak.

Hated reading for the longest time. Finally gets into it for real later in life when he realizes he's only punishing himself by thinking of the past.

A love letter boy. He does have a dictionary on standby to triple check that he has spelt everything correctly. Loves to talk on the phone too. If you're calling him you best be setting aside at least two hours because he will be updating you on every little thing.

Terrible at drawing. He could not draw a stick figure to save his life.

Was forced into music lessons as a kid. He is really good playing the piano. Also knows how to play the violin. Does sing in the shower (and is good at it)

Wants a big family because he doesn't want his kids to feel lonely like he was. He is much better in handling kids when they're a little more grown, rather than itty bitty.

More of a dog person but that's because he swears up and down there was a stray cat with one eye that would sit outside his window and stare at him at night.

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 167 spoilers and thoughts in the middle of me trying to get through midterms but it's okay because in this ep everythings starting to look up and IM SO HAPPY ABOUT IT

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GENUINELY THEIR EXPRESSIONS IN THIS EPISODE I LOVED SO SO SO MUCH both the goofy ones and the serious ones im so AAAAH MY HEART HAHAHAHAA ALSO ALICIA IS SO SO SOOO PRETTY AND COOL LOOK AT HER LOOK AT HERRR

all the shots of her in this ep r so so good,,,, clock his ass, your majesty,,,,, to save the world,,,,,,,,,

ALL THE SILLY EXPRESSIONS MADE ME SMILE SO SO WIDE they're so bug-eyed . i see where lloyd gets the creature from /lh

we dont see these expressions very much compared to the other ones so im very happy about this HAHA it's silly cute i am absolutely using these as reaction images

JAVIER DIDNT SAY MUCH IN THIS EP BUT HIS PANELS ARE FUCKING GOLDEN TOO HIS FUCKING SHRUG AS IF HE DOESNT KNOW WHEN HE ABSOLUTELY KNOWS WHATS GOING ON HERE ALKDFJLSDJKFHSDFHAHAHAHAHAHA

i love lloyd hes hilarious but javier how does it feel being the funniest person in the room at all times . he didnt even say anything in this ep i love him sm . goofy ass "i dunno ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" HAHAHAHAHA

also i really like this panel in particular. feels like an unintentional callback to dragon king's chef where michael does the same thing LMFAO

ALSO THIS PART WHERE ARCOS AND MARBELLA ASK THE QUEEN TO PUNISH THEM INSTEAD OF LLOYD IM. EATING MY FIST. how even though they're completely aware that he's not really their son they wanted to protect him anyway, AND THEN IN TURN LLOYD IS WILLING TO OUT THE TRUTH JUST TO PROTECT THEM??? IMMEDIATELY??? JUST LIKE THAT??? HELLO??? HELLO???

THIS GOD DAMN FAMILY IS FULL OF MARTYRS. GET ME OUT OF HERE

if i had a nickel for every time i got attached to a media with themes of martyrdom as a method of protection. id have two nickels. which isn't a lot. but it is amusing that it's happened twice. staring at tmnt

in this moment lloyd does not even care what risks might come with him stating outright that he's not actually lloyd but it doesnt matter all that boy is thinking about is protecting the people that he cares about, protecting the people that care about him,,,, eating my arm . HE KEEPS DOING THAT. HE KEEPS DOING THAT HE KEEPS PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE LINE FOR THE PEOPLE HE LOVES

EVEN ALICIA FUCKING POINTS IT OUT, IN THIS PANEL SHE SAYS SMTH LIKE "when theres something u need to do, u go to the limits for it" or something like that i actually dont know which translations are correct but either way i interpret that as like. whenever lloyd has something he wants to protect he'll go above and beyond for it, no matter the cost. that cost more often than not is his own safety im gonna beat him up.

like buddy its happened enough times that her highness is CLOCKING U ON IT. BUDDY. BUD sob emoji loud wailing

i also really like this panel in general its just super cute heehee look at them . sillies. i dont typically ship characters and i dont typically multiship but alilloyd seems very sweet and i hope we get more of them talking and opening up

also i really wanna add these two panels because they made me giggle so fucking bad. lloyd u silly motherfucker LMAO "huh" HAHAHAHA

live footage of me looking at the work i still have left to do that i have not even started and its due within two days. god i fucking love the sillies so much

OOHHH ANNND MY FAVORITE PANEL OF THIS EPISODE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH LLOYD REALIZING HE'S NOT ALONE AND THAT HE HAS SUPPORT IS MY FAVORITE FUCKING THING EVER!!!! YESSS YES YES YES YESSS IM SO FUCKING HAPPY GOD FUCK

u have friends and family behind u . ur not alone anymore algjkdlsaghhadfjasd UR NOT ALONE LLOYD U HAVE PEOPLE BEHIND U TO CATCH U WHEN U FALL YAYYYYY YAYAYAYY even the system is there IM SO HAPPY

i like the way he phrased his realization too, because yeah the more time went on the more he thought "i have to find the solution" cause he's been leading these projects for so long now, it's kind of just how he's been operating even back in korea, bc he spent so much time on his own. and here in lorasia he's the one with powers, he's the one leading the charge, so he has to take responsibility... but him realizing now that its not "i" but "we" makes me so so so incredibly happy,,,, ur not on ur own anymore u have people u can trust and they trust u back, regardless of whatever title or skill effect u have, ur not a single person leading, ur a team working together,,,, U GOT FAMILY AGAIN,,,,,,,, ghhhh,,,, WAAAAHHHH

when i hit this panel i started kicking my fucking legs around im so serious the joy i felt was PALPABLE

so incredibly happy to see his determined face make a comeback, like fully this time, so so happy!!!!

and these panels as he's leaving,,,, him being worried abt them still (and ofc he is, bc when he lost his parents as suho he was also going off and away to study), but he also trusts that theyll be alright,,, i think idk if im interpreting this right but thats how i see it

i really like how the artist drew these panels, the lineart on the side of the setting sun being lighter/softer i really like how this looks!!!! this feels new this feels so full of hope and im SO HAPPYYYY

also bisexual lighting. i know what you are. imagine that pointing forward at the viewer emoji i dont have it on my emoji keyboard bc my phone is old

i want to mention too that alicia calls the count and countess mother/father-in-law. i dont have much to say on that i am just JAWDROP EMOJI at that LMFAOO

and there he is,,,

his stupid fucking plotting evil face . it's back . WELCOME BACK LLOYD,,, BACK TO THE SHENANIGANS,,,, WE ARE NOW ON STEP THREE OF FOUR FOR PROFIT!!! THE ?????? SECTION!!!! what the fuck is he planning

okay thats all for this week thanks for stopping by :3 sorry there wasnt much insight here my main TLDR is YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE basically

[makncheese12]

IM SORRY ANON I LOST YOUR REQUEST TRYING TO MAKE IT😭 but here a request for Stu macher with a bad bitch who will smack a bitch and has anger issues (no ghost face, yet?)

(So cute for him🫶🏻)

Masterlist

Warning: I don’t know how to write about a bad bitch😀, bad writing?

(Gif is not mine)

Stu Macher x badbitch!fem!Reader

oh yes, the black cat to his pitbull/golden retriever

Absolutely in love with you first even if you clearly want him away from you, man won’t stop pursuing until he gets to you

Knows he’s winning you over when you smile and roll your eyes at him

man makes it his mission to see you happy, even when you hit him for being stupid or saying something stupid

of course you’d never hit him seriously, he knows that and laughs or fakes looking hurt everytime

laughs at every snarky comment you say to people and repeats your words

Man knows he has a bad bitch, he’ll see some guy staring and he’ll stick his tongue out and laugh to himself

Loves, loves, loves kissing you.

Don’t like being kissed in public? Alright, he’ll kiss your cheek any chance he can get let it be random, dropping you off to class, or when your upset, he’ll do it.

you never get into actual fights, you just ignore him whenever he’s being extra annoying

man gets so whiny when that happens because he wants your attention and doesn’t like it when you ignore him

will do everything in his power to get a reaction from you let it be a glare, a chest slap. hell, he’ll take a cuss out. As long as he gets a reaction

he’s not the jealous type, but he knows you are (maybe)

there was a random girl in the hall who was obviously flirting with Stu but he didn’t seem to really care nor notice but you did

if looks could kill, her head would be brutally beat into the ground as you stand right behind her

“baby!” He call out as he moves past her and opens his arms to you

he’d pick you up and squeeze you as you flick the girl off, maybe next time you get to yank her by that stupid blonde pony tail

loves when you’re anywhere near him, he just thrives off holding you by your waist

he’s constantly giving you attention and craves the attention from you which you happily give

constantly glaring at Billy waiting for the moment he says something that gives you an opening to punch him square in the nose

and boy does he do it a lot, you got one hit in once and that was the first time you heard him

he had a black eye for a week or two, Stu makes sure to always keep an arm on you just in case you decide it’s time again

Always making a kissy face at you, which you just pinch his lips and he gets pouty

Now you have to give him a kiss, doesn’t matter if you roll your eyes first just do it

loves when you where his clothes, makes him feel special

of course he has to get something too, so you give him your bracelets, necklace, ect.

Never loses anything you give him, he makes sure of it. And takes extra care of it because he knows you’ll be upset if he doesn’t or loses it

Plus, he loves the little things you give him

You can be hesitant at first to give it to him but once you see that he’s always wearing it or doesn’t lose it, you can give him more

cuddles, cuddles, cuddles

Loves cuddles, especially when he gets to lay on your chest and you rub his back, neck and head

That or he’ll lay his head in your lap when your with friends, at a party, or just because he can

Loves when you hold his arm/hand, makes him feel like a gentleman

You only know the soft side of Stu where he’s not as goofy and more so serious

He rants about a lot of things when you two are alone and he feels safe, and you’d gladly listen

He would of course listen to you rant as well, adding his own commentary

“*gasp* no! She didn’t!” “And then what happened?” “Did you hit her?”

Encourages you when you get into fights cause he thinks it’s both funny and hot

He’ll see you across the school yard on top of some random chick and he’s laughing his ass off with the biggest smile

“Look at her go!” “Bet your girlfriend can’t do that!”

Over all loves, trust and supports you through everything and would never change anything about you

Even if you hit him constantly but who knows, he most likely likes it🫶🏻

[multifandombullshitbabes]

Random Merlin Rewatch: Where a random number generator gives me a season and an episode from BBC Merlin; and then I comment on it as I go.

Today's episode: Season 2 Episode 11 - The Witch's Quickening

First off, before I start. It's got Mordred on the cover, so I'm assuming it's the episode where Merlin tries to kill little baby Mordred? And bby Mordred fucking shows off some of his magic in it as well. Don't remember much else but that, so.

LET'S FUCKING GO INTROOOOOOOOOOO

Oh, it's that ugly ass blonde guy that's gonna manipulate Morgana or whatever it is. Ugh. I don't like him. Glad to see him on the floor, but I know it's all a ruse.

Why is every Camelot knight fucking useless, y'all cannot be serious right now.

Was he. Fucking floating or something??? That looked goofy as shit, brother. Loser.

LET'S GO MUSICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

It is a testament that Camelot must have a lot of different knights and guards, 'cause they don't recognize the guy but that's alright. I'm assuming they're so used to seeing each other with the helmets that they just. Forget each other's faces?? I don't know, maybe it's me, but I can recognize a face.

Oop, not Merlin snooping in on some random telepathy convo.

Before that, I wanted to comment. Absolutely bonkers that they're carrying Mordred (? maybe) inside a barrel. At least I'm assuming that's what they're doing.

That must've been so goofy to film, thank god colin just puts his whole pussy into everything he does.

A rare occasion of some guards being useful. Too bad magic's a thing, huh.

Does the druid speak give Merlin headaches?? Poor boy looks like is getting one. Also he looks so comfy.

NOT MORDRED INSIDE THE BARREL, MY GOD. That cannot have been comfy. Also him just. getting out like that. So creepy, I respect it.

Oh the two people just lifting him up like that, he's so smol!!

Why does the blonde guy has such a slutty shirt, wtf.

Why is Morgana sleeping with a big ass bracelet on, girl, take that off!!! You don't need it babe.

Morgana smiling :((((( My love.

OOP ICONIC ARTHUR CHOKING MERLIN UP THE WALL SCENE, LET'S GO

Ohhh the way Arthur just get's so protective when Merlin tells him they're in Morgana's chambers. They love each other so much, I'm SICK.

Ugly ass man, no one asked for you to talk, BITCH. fucking Alvarr or whatever the fuck, he can suck my dick, his vibes are SO OFF.

Morgana is so empathetic, like, she GETS IT!!! Of course she has some degree of privilege by being Uther's ward, but she is so fucking afraid everyday of being found out!! I'm SICK.

NOT MERLIN GETTING ALL GIDDY BY A COMPLIMENT FROM ARTHUR, OUGHHHHH

Hate seeing Morgana get so manipulated, hate it hate it, I'm SICK OF IT, LET MY GIRL LIVE HER FUCKING LIFE

EWWWW GET AWAY FROM HER, EWWWW

AHHHHHHHH MORGANA'S ACTING IS SO GOOD, FUCK I LOVE THIS SCENE, SO GOOFY!!!

She's so gorgeous. But also I love Merlin's little head tilt at Morgana's excuse "Don't you think if there was someone in my room, I'd know about it?" because, frankly, no you wouldn't!! And merlin knows this, but she says it with so much confidence they just take it.

Damn, Arthur getting so sassy n aggressive 'cause he was so scared of finding a horrific scene in Morgana's chambers, and now he's got nothing but Merlin to let out steam to. Damn, damn, boys.

I don't Mordred understands that his role in this mission is nothing more than just ensuring they get the crystal via manipulating Morgana with his existence. Very sick game Alvarr is playing. But Mordred could also be in the know. Hmmm.... we'll see.

Merlin IS very smart, he understands people, but most of all he understands magic users and what they need to do to survive, even if it means sacrificing yourself for others to survive.

Ough, that braid and that green dress. Morgana is just stunning.

"I was looking for Arthur." immediately looks down, guilty as fuck. Morgana is a good liar, but that doesn't mean she likes it all the time. This is Merlin, someone she supposedly trusts. And she is committing a serious crime. Tense.

God, I do love the aesthetics of this show. Love it love it, the fire, the stone walls, everything. And they never played about the clothes.

Merlin can never sleep in peace, and Arthur can never eat in peace.

Well. I do have to say, I was wondering why Arthur's door wasn't locked if he's known to be away. Merlin babe that's kinda on you, you should've locked it :///

Love the difference between Merlin apologising to Arthur n him just walking away, and then Uther being very harsh to Arthur for the same reason. Something something if Arthur can, he'll bear the burden/blame of others since he already feels responsible for a whole kingdom even as a prince, so what's more of that weight on his shoulders right? Technically, the fault is Merlin's but if Arthur can help it, Uther will never know it. He cares so much for Merlin.

Arthur lying through his teeth for Merlin, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh

This damn fucking dragon, fuckkkkkkkkkk

"Because you don't have a choice." OOP MERLIN ATE WITH THAT ONE.

God, the way Kilgarrah talks abt Morgana, I hate it!! UGH

Hm. The fact that Mordred possibly can use the crystal but Morgana can't (KIlgarrah's words). Interesting. So, from least to most poweful: Morgana<Mordred<Merlin.

Gwen just trying to spend as much time with Morgana because I bet they normally chat and stuff.

Oof, the mix of anger/fear/apprehension on Gwen's face with "My Lady." i bet it doesn't happen often when Gwen is reminded that Morgana is a lady and has the power to fucking execute her at will, she's that powerful. It must be so scary when she gets reminded of that. Of course, she knows Morgana would never; but what if?

The difference between Morgana's pristine tall white horse and Merlin's smaller black horse. Love that. Loveeeee it.

Oof. The fact that Morgana balks at Alvarr and his strategy of just. Killing anyone at Uther's side, even innocents. Like, she just cannot understand that, but!! She's at her most vulnerable at this time. Right now, she's not sure what's right or wrong. She doesn't know if what she thinks it's the right thing to do anymore, if it's what's needed for magic to be free, for her to be free of this fear and be herself. Is cruelty the answer? Is she being too merciful? I wonder if these are thoughts that she's having, knowing that what feels right is that she doesn't want to kill civilians, just bring Uther down. But what if her approach is wrong, and they fail, and it makes it all worse? What is there cannot be any "half measures"?

DONT FUCKING TOUCH HER BITCH EW

"I dont want to be alone anymore." THIS!!!! This is what leads to Morgana becoming what she becomes in season 3. Ultimately, she feels so alone. What other friends she has besides Gwen? Arthur? And now those two are poisoned because of her secret. She doesn't know if she can trust them fully anymore. She was already bitter, and full of hatred for Uther, and she was already capable of being ruthless and brave. But this? Being alone? This is what sets her off at her path. Even if she has allies, in the end she will always feel isolated, separated, alone. Even with Morgause. The second she gets into the mindset of "I have nothing of value to lose." She goes down Uther's path. The second she convinces herself that everyone either wants her dead or gone or whatever, she's on Uther's path. And Morgause doesn't count; she helps with this actually. Because Morgause is also very isolated and alone, but still puts herself in a certain distance with Morgana. Yes, they're sisters, they're High Priestesses. But they know their roles are much grander than themselves. Morgause even makes Morgana sacrifice her for their shared goal. The connection she has with Morgause only intensifies this idea that Morgana does not need others, she has a purpose outside of herself, and nothing else matters. This is what leads her down Uther's path. And once you start self-destructing, you realize how easy it is; and how much harder it becomes to put yourself back together again.

EWWWW THEY ALMOST KISSED!!! Another proof that Morgana is just so desperate for connection. First sign she sees of pure acceptance without fear she wants to dive right into that "safety". Ugh. Hate Alvarr and his manipulation.

EWWWWWWWW FUCK I HATE THIS GUY BROOOO

Oop, cult leader esque vibes. Should've known.

Not Gaius straight up telling Merlin "Let's lie to the King." Bet Merlin teases him abt that.

Goddd, I love their sibling banter. Also love how Arthur just cannot seem to tell when someone's hiding something when they're someone he truly deeply loves n trusts. Hope that doesn't bite him in the ass or something.

DON'T FUCKING KISS HER EWWUHHHH

Not Arthur just bullying the fuck out of Merlin. Too bad he's too busy listening to a telepathic convo.

THIS IS SO FUNNY, MERLIN JUST BEING LIKE "There's a footprint!!! (Oh fuck it's not enough, um-) LOOK!! MORE!!!"

"Yes they are" says Merlin prophetically and then somebody get shot with an arrow. Seriously, how did nobody get that Merlin was a sorcerer?? Did they just think he was. very weird???? Actually, that's exactly it.

Not Merlin aiding in the death of a child.

And just like that, another part of the prophecy solidified. Welp!!

Not Merlin seeing what Kilgarrah will do if he releases him and then that's exactly what he does.

OUGH??? MORGANA SENDING AWAY THE GUARDS WITH JUST A FLICK OF HER HAND??? HOT?????

OOP??? I FORGOT HOW HARD SHE WENT IN THIS SCENE HOLY SHIT???? This was, lowkey, Morgana sealing her fate. She was just so done with being passive and just taking the luxury of being Uther's ward. She saw what Alvarr and the druids and anyone with magic has had to do to survive and to end this reign of terror and she got so sick of just being on the side-lines. No wonder it was so easy for her to just betray them past this point. To her, she was already alienated from Uther and Camelot and everything it stands for. Alvarr being sentenced to death, not even telling the whole truth of her aiding him, radicalized her here. The title of this episode makes so much sense, this is Morgana getting more and more cold and ruthless towards Camelot whether before she just hated it and suffered under it. Go off queen.

OUGHHHH NOW THAT BROKE UTHER'S HEART, DAMN!!! She fully just. resigned from this family (I don't think she's fully processed that this means resigning from Arthur as well, she's just so focused on Uther).

OUGH THAT LAST LINE. UTHER'S SHOOK BITCHHHHH

"The future is as yet unshaped." This is why I believe destiny is not set in stone, but!! Once you do a set of actions, one path of the future solidifies and it is basically impossible to erode yourself out of it. But not truly impossible.

Morgana lying to Gwen, separating herself more n more from those she loves but that could hinder her new path. Oof...

Not Morgana bribing the guards with alcohol, jesus they're so stupid.

Fucking HATE ALVARR UGHHHHH

Oh, the way that Uther knows, and Morgana knows he knows, but Uther just cannot bear the thought of the truth, cannot say it out loud. OOOOOHHHH DELICIOUSSSSSSSSS

Damn what a good ass episode bro. This is really where we see Morgana become herself, I guess; or the hateful, ruthless version of her. It is both sad but so freeing to see. But I do think she only really wanted Uther to be gone, her hatred for Arthur and Merlin came later, through Morgause and her manipulation, but also their own actions.

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Igo all in - A reunion oneshot you never knew you needed.

“As we go on, we remember all the-“

“Carly, I swear to God if you sing ‘Graduation’ by Vitamin C one more time I’m going to graduate myself right back into the car.” He’s smiling as he says it, the same goofy smile that she’s been looking at for years, though now instead of just being the comforting familiar smile of her partner in crime, it’s the smile that has her knees wanting to buckle and her cheeks turning red. “Besides,” Freddie continues, smile widening as he wiggles his eyebrows at her. “It doesn’t even make sense, we’re not even graduat—“

She ignores him, a taunting smile covering her lips as she chooses to sing louder. “All the time we, had together!” This is her graduation and reunion all rolled into one damn it, and if that means making up for lost time by singing ridiculously nostalgic 2000’s pop, then she’s going to do it.

“I didn’t get to graduate with everyone, remember? You got your big moment, you got to wear the cap and gown and say goodbye to all your friends and I got-“

“Italy?” he cuts her off, smirk planted firmly on his lips.

“Shut up, you know it’s not the same, dummy. If I want to make up for lost time by singing the ultimate farewell to high school song, then I will.”

He laughs, his hand reaching down to take hold of hers, intertwining their fingers as he brings their joint hands up to his lips.

“Fine, go ahead, sing it then, babe. Tonight is your moment, you’ve earned it.”

Except it isn’t. The minute they walk through the double doors it becomes increasingly clear, the night is most definitely not her moment, not even close.

-

“Freddie! You’re here!” It’s the third person that’s come up to him in all of five minutes and while it’s amazing to see him in his element, it’s also disheartening the way everyone seems to glance past her like she’s just his plus one. She’s icarly, Carly Shay, she has 650 000 followers on Instagram and was the host of Italian QVC, surely she deserves more than a ‘I forgot you went here’, and then vague apathy.

“Hey Man, long time no see!” Freddie responds, greeting his newest long-lost pal with a secret handshake she’s never seen before.

He’s different here. Lapping up the attention in a way she’s never seen before. Still perfect, humble Freddie, but there’s something else there too, a sense of pride and twinkle in his eye she rarely sees aside from when he’s watching Millicent, or… Her. It’s interesting is all. He’s the same boy she’s known all her life; nothing’s changed, walking through those double doors didn’t alter reality, at least she doesn’t think so, but he’s also all together a different one entirely. Confident in a way he never was, electric in a way she’s never seen, and pulling people in as if he has some kind of gravitational pull that she never was informed he had.

It sit’s uncomfortably in her stomach. Discomfort that she has to share him, discomfort that he never shared this with her, and discomfort that at the bottom of all of this mixture of thoughts was a jealously she had no right to have. She was happy he was getting attention; she was happy he was being recognised for all the things she always knew him to be, wasn’t she?

“Wow, that’s some handshake” she volunteers lamely, because she’s not sure what else to say when she feels so out of place. 10 years ago she would have walked in here and been the one people flocked to, it would have been her gym, her friends, her secret handshakes that people looked enviously on. Now here she was an outsider practically hiding behind Freddie, which again, what? -like she no longer had a place in the room at all. It was as if the 11 years she’d spent with these people was all but wiped out when she decided to go to Italy. After the chat with Freddie the other day it just felt like another part of the move that was back to bite her in the ass.

Wait, was Freddie talking to “Rip off Rodney?” The words fall from her mouth before she can suck them back in, and the look on his face in response is again, interesting.

“I just go by Rodney now” He says, giving her a tight smile. “But man am I glad Mr Popular here decided to make an appearance tonight” Again, it’s back to Freddie and she’s fine about that, really she is fine.

Freddie laughs and it’s enough to make her knees wobble, because darn him and his cute little crooked smile. He seems so genuinely proud of himself, and it’s beautiful and guilt inflicting all at the same time. How had it taken her so long to realise how attractive he was? The way he nervously rocked back on his heels when embarrassed, the way he instantly looked to her to see her reaction. Was it always like this? How did she spend all these years seeing it, seeing him, and yet completely missing him all the same time.

“I didn’t know Chris Hemsworth transferred to Ridgeway?” she grins, interjecting herself back in the conversation as she looks around the room comically. “Where is he? If I’d known he was here, I might not have gone to Italy.”

Freddie laughs, his hand finding hers at the same time Rodney speaks. “Hemsworth? Nah, Benson over here had the school eating out of the palm of his hand senior year.”

And there it is, that beam again, that proud look that usually is saved just for her, except now apparently, it’s also held for senior year and whatever that entailed. “Freddie?” She says out loud, because she can’t stop herself and needs to clarify, because what? “This Freddie? Freddie Benson? Be real, how much did he pay you to say that?”

Rodney laughs and she watches as the expression on Freddie's face changes from pride to hurt then pride again as he hears her call him 'Her Freddie'. Has he always been this expressive, she wonders? Is this another thing she missed. Was this what it was like in Italy? He had said that he faked that emergency, and that he'd been heart broken, and yet she'd been there and not even noticed. He had got the text, given her an excuse, and literally run the other way and she had let him, which makes it worse. Surely it must have been obvious, right now she could read his micro expressions a mile away, and yet back then she'd not even known the difference when his smile didn't reach his eyes. What kind of friend was she? Even if at that point she’d be denying her feelings, she’d failed him. He was right.

She snaps back out of her thoughts and into the conversation at the sight of Freddie looking increasingly more uncomfortable by the second, which mean’s she’s clearly missed something. She may not have read the room back then, but right now it’s clear as day that he’s both embarrassed and internally panicking, a far cry from the pride he was showing mere moments ago. "Not a cent! Last dime I got from him was when he bribed me not to tell Principal Franklin he'd snuck out with Zoe, let's just say he wasn’t your Freddie in senior year that's for sure, he was Veronica's and Ashley's and Moni- oww!"

Freddie freezes, his hand reaching down to pick up Carly's again having skilfully socked Rodney in the gut. It's meant to be reassuring she knows, but right now all she can think about is the thought of Freddie with someone else. Veronica or Ashley or Monica-someone's who most definitely are not her. She thinks back. Sam had admitted to her years ago that she and Freddie had hooked up while she was away, but that was it. There was no mention of another girl, let alone three.

She looks at Freddie, her brow furrowing as he uncomfortably scratches the back of his neck with his free hand, a tell he’s both uncomfortable and guilty. Well that’s just great.

"Wow" she mutters, still trying to clear the mental imagine from her mind. "I sure missed a lot here!" And she did, clearly, she missed a lot.

She looks to Freddie, fingers untangling from his as they start to feel clammy. He visibly flinches, worry covering his features as he brings his hand to rest on her back instead. It’s a oh no you don’t, if ever there was one, the don’t run from me unspoken.

"As much as I'm sure Carly is loving this little walk down memory lane, I think I hear someone calling our name, but we'll catch up soon, yeah?" he says not waiting to hear the answer before gently manoeuvring her towards the direction of the wine. "He's exaggerating, I promise. " But she's not so sure. Ever since they walked through those doors it had been the Freddie show, and she’s seen enough movies to know that if someone is quote unquote popular, girls will follow. Besides, you don’t get two ex-wives without being somewhat of a ladies man, right? If she was being honest, she didn’t know what to think. What she did know though, she needed a glass of that wine, stat.

-

The night isn’t going to get any better. This was evident when she was stuck hearing another story about a Freddie she never got the chance to know from another mystery best friend, and it’s even more evident now as she stands with Rebecca Berkowitz talking about towels. TOWELS. If she knew endorsing a self drying towel would leave her stuck in this stupid conversation, she would have told the endorsement deal where to shove it. A life of post shower chills surely isn’t worth the pain of this conversation.

“So my little sister is obsessed right? So of course she has to have the Carly towel and I tried to explain to her you’re just paid to talk about them, but she just doesn’t understand how us influencers work, it’s -“ her voice becomes completely muffled as Carly zones out again, scanning the room for Freddie while trying not to laugh at the idea of Rebecca being an influencer. The only thing she was influencing right now, was a headache. Where was Freddie?

"I’m actually surprised you came to this thing” Rebecca continues, because clearly she is not getting the hint. “Even more surprised who you came with, but I guess it’s nice you came to support him at his reunion, you guys were always such cute little friends.” Carly shudders. Friends. While it was true, they had always been just friends and only recently started transitioning to more, the way Rebecca says it sounds kind of pathetic. ‘Cute little friends’-it’s pointed as if it’s insignificant and she wonders not for the first time if that’s how she used to make Freddie feel; small and childish. And wait, what did she mean Freddie’s reunion?

She’s about to respond when Rebecca cuts her off again, hip bumping her in the process, which is annoying, because they are not at a hip bumping level of friendship, not even close. “Now tell me, girl to girl, it’s just for the views, right? That set up of the webcam was totally gold, Carly, but I know a good PR move when I see one. I assume it’s only a matter of time before the breakup is going to happen? The big fight on camera for the viewers, the controversy. It’s rating’s gold. I’ll give you that!”

Wait, what? what the hell was any of that supposed to mean.

Carly flinches, her cheeks tinting a nice shade of red as she feels a wave of genuine anger roll over her. 1. This is her freaking reunion, and 2. Nobody talks about her man like that. She had realised the second point was an especially tense one since just a few weeks prior, when Neville targeted her sweet, defenceless man with a deep fake, and- no, just no! She was pretty good at playing nice, but apparently insulting the love of her life is where she draws the line.

“Firstly, girl.” She repeats, a frustrated tone slipping from her mouth. “It’s not a PR move. I’m not sure where you got that idea, but he’s my… Freddie, and there will be no break-up. I adore him, nay, love him, not that any of that is any of your business anyway. And secondly, this is my reunion too. Did you not forget that I went here for from grades K through 11? Seriously, we had classes together, why is that so hard to remember?!” The second point comes out more pointed than the first and she’s not sure why it matters so much that people realise she belongs, but it does, it just does.

She’s missed out on so much, all of the fun senior year experiences, senior ditch day, senior prank day, the parties.. And worst of all, she missed out on Freddie. If she’d been there maybe there wouldn’t have been a Veronica or Ashley or Monica, it would have just been…

“Carly” Rebecca is still there. An annoyed look now etched on her face as she looks Carly up and down, and wow okay, she’s got this mean girl thing down pat. “You’re giving off a lot of negative energy right now, like your aura is not good, but it’s okay, I get it, if I hadn’t graduated because I failed gym, I’d feel a little pathetic being here too”

“I don’t feel pathetic” Carly cuts in before she can register the rest of Rebecca’s words.

“Wait, what did you just say?”

“Oh my gosh, you don’t know, do you?”

It feels like the room is suddenly dead silent, the only noise audible the creak of the gym door swinging open. Of course she graduated gym? She’d gone to a little bit of college, you can’t go to a little bit of college if you haven’t graduated high school, that’s like impossible, right? Right?

“I. Went. To. College” she states, a bite to her tone as she brings her hands to rest on her hips. “So you’re clearly mistaken. Girl.”

“Babe? You good?” She feels the arm wrapping around her waist before she sees him. Freddie. Sweet, beautiful, Freddie. His brow is furrowed, a nervous look etched on his face as he looks between them a few times before resting back on her. ‘You okay?’ he mouths silently, tightening his squeeze on her waist.

“She’s fine, Freddie, I was just telling Carly here about the unfortunate mix up with the office senior year and from the looks of things, I don’t think she’s taking it very well.”

He’s confused. Heck, she’s confused. None of this makes any sense. Did Freddie know something she didn’t?

“Mix up?” he responds, the question evident in his voice. And nope, phew.

“Mmm” she hums, a smirk planted on her lips. “Remember when we all got in trouble for bringing vodka into the pep rally that one time?” He nods. And seriously? Carly thinks, What the heck kind of senior year did they have? And in what world would Freddie sneak alcohol into anything. His mother was obsessive at the best of times, there is no way he could have snuck anything by her.

“Well, it was my second offence or whatever, so they made me do community service for the school” She rolls her eyes “I was stuck helping out in the office, and I just happened to hear that one of the temps signed off on your credits, without actually checking, because like, who fails gym? Anyway, apparently you do.” Rebecca laughs like it’s a funny story, like she’s telling the punchline to a joke and she guesses it is, because from the minute Carly walked through those doors, it’s been evident that the only punchline happening tonight, is at her expense.

“That’s…?” Freddie starts, a confused look reflected on his face before he looks over to her to assess where she’s at. He doesn’t like what he sees, that’s the only explanation for the next words out of his mouth.

“That’s quite a story, Rebecca. If you’ll excuse us, I think it’s time for a refill, but please do say hi to your 25 followers for me. Great seeing you.” Who is this Freddie and why does the sight of him going all grizzly bear on her behalf leave her wanting to drag him out of here and into their own kind of cave?

-

“So what you’re telling me” Freddie asks, clarifying again for the third time since they’d walked up to principal Franklin “Is that Carly never graduated? Like never?”

“That’s what I said”

“But..”

“We sent letters, Miss Shay” Principal franklin says addressing her again as he ignores Freddie, who currently is tightening his hand against her waist as if grounding her to the conversation and to him. “We even emailed, but when we got no response, I suppose it just never got followed up?”

“Followed up?” She spits out, anger evident in her voice “My future and my eligibility to viably enter college was just something that you never followed up?” How? How did she never find out? And more importantly, what does that even mean? Did she even graduate any of her classes at college? Was everything for nothing. Was she a high school dropout, oh god she was a high school drop out!

“IT’S ALMOST PHOTO TIME PEOPLE!”

The announcement is made over the speakers and damn if it doesn’t just put the soul-crushing cherry on top of the already rotting cake. This was not supposed to be the night. None of this was supposed to happen. Now, not only was she a high school drop-out, but she was a high school drop-out that would forever be forgotten because her face would never be included in the class photo, nor her name. Okay so maybe she was being a little melodramatic, maybe it wasn’t all that big of a deal to be in a simple photo, but to her it was more than a picture. It meant something. Especially if she was next to him in it. It was like righting a wrong maybe.

“Freddie, we’re having some issues with getting the camera working properly, you think the former captain of the photography club would be happy to come and give us a hand?”

Freddie looks at her, doubt clouding his features as he takes her in. “I’d love to guys but-“

“But nothing” Carly cuts him off. “He’ll be right over.”

It’s not what he wants to hear, she can tell, but this is his night, these are his people and apparently this is his memory to make, so who is she to step in the way of that? “it’s fine, sweety” she says, plastering a smile she knows he can see is lacking as best. “I’ll sort things out here with principal Franklin, and you go do what you do best, the nerdy tech stuff, then when you come back, we’ll take the picture and I’ll give you that dance I owe you after all those years of the friendzone.” She wiggles her eyebrows as a small smile plays on her lips, not quite reaching her eyes. If anything has come from pretending she didn’t have feelings for Freddie for the past few months, it’s the ability to make a jokes in tense situations and evade the truth. “

You sure?” he asks her once again, before finally dropping her side. She nods. “Totally, get out of here.” “You’re the best babe, I’ll be right over there, back before you know it” he kisses her cheek, and she shivers as the familiar feeling of butterflies comes over her. Even when she feels like drowning, he makes her knees want to buckle. But he’s always been saving her, long before she realised it.

“I’m sorry, Carly” Principal Franklin cuts in again, and she’s pulled back instantly into the feeling of chaos. Into swirling feelings and confusion and regret and… Freddie. “If it’s any consolation, you’re a smart and successful girl who’s made something of yourself, I wouldn’t be too concerned over what a piece of paper says.” And she’s not. That’s not the problem, she thinks. The problem is that without that piece of paper, she can’t make it right. She can’t give Freddie back the only thing he ever wanted in highschool, her heart. She’s failed him again.

“I- Thank you” she stutters, a wave of emotion that’s been laying dormant suddenly coming alive inside. “I- I’ve got to excuse myself, I’m sorry.”

-

“I thought I might find you here.” Freddie says gently as he walks toward her, his brow furrowing as he takes in the sight of her folded figure against the lockers they’d spent the better part of their teens stumbling around, and It’s fitting, she thinks, that they would end up back here again, back at the place where for all intents and purposes, they kind of began. She doesn’t even know how she got here, not really anyway. It’s not like she intentionally chose to run to his old locker, in all honesty it wasn’t a decision at all, more muscle memory, her legs taking her to the one place where she felt like she could breathe. And isn’t that ironic? The one place that feels like freedom, is the one place that reminds her of him? It’s not the first time this evening that she finds herself wondering if it has always been that way. Just another thing she was too blind to see.

“Am I that predictable?” she asks him, voice muffled by the fabric of her shirt as she hugs her knees tighter to her chest.

This was not how the night was supposed to go. The night was supposed to be about her getting to rewrite history, getting to take back the time she lost. They were meant to walk through those double doors hand in hand and she was meant to make the wrong of walking out of that school without him, right. She was meant to give him what he always wanted. Freddie had said at the start of the night that it was hers for the taking, but she had realised as the night went on that it wasn’t, not really, it should have been theirs; and now it felt like just another moment she’d inadvertently stolen from them.

“Only to me” Freddie says with a smile, bending down to sit next to her, his body mirroring hers as he rests his head back against the lockers.

It’s her first real smile of the night, his words wrapping around her heart like a reassuring hug, I know you, they whisper, it’s me and you, always. She’s silent for a few moments when he continues. “Are we spiralling?”

“A bit” she admits, resting her head back against the metal door as she blows out a breath.

“Okay” he nods, like her answer is the most simple thing in the world, and maybe to him it is? There has never been a moment where he hasn’t been there for her, and as he slips his hand under her arm so he can entwine their fingers together, she realises there probably will never be one.

“I shouldn’t have gone to Italy” she blurts out, instant relief at the feeling of finally- finally getting it off her chest. It’s a feeling she’s been renumerating on ever since they found their way together a few weeks ago, and coming here, hearing the stories, seeing him in his element and knowing she missed all that, it just makes the feeling more intense. Living with her dad, getting to spend the time they’d lost was the right choice, it was the only choice back then, but the feeling of regret that came up every time she thought about what she’d missed out on, that made it feel like maybe there had been another one.

“Babe-“ he begins, but she cuts him off as a wave of anxiety rolls over her.

“It’s not fair.”

He squeezes her hand three times, a code they’d created days earlier as a way to say I love you without having to worry about Millicent, Spencer or Harper gagging. I. Love. You.

She squeezes back four times. I. Love. You. More.

“Is this about what Rodney said?” She shakes her head. “No. Well maybe, but no, not only that”

“Because he was exaggerating. I didn’t like-, I wasn’t a sexual deviant or anything. He really did make it sound worse than it was.”

She cracks, a smile spreading across her lips as she dares to look up at him for the first time since they started the conversation. He’s smiling too, a lightness in his eyes that instantly makes her feel safe. “The last thing I would ever think is that you could be a sexual deviant”.

“Hey!” He grins, bringing her hand up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I might surprise you, I had moves.”

She shakes her head laughing but then the picture of him making ‘moves’ on one of those girls plays in her mind and her smile drops and she looks away.

“Where’d you go” he asks, in tune with her in a way she never realised he could be.

“I’m not mad you kissed them, I know that you had a life outside of me, you had a whole world that I was not part of, that’s never been a problem before.”

“is it now?” She hears the unspoken question in his words. Is my past too much? He’d asked her a similar question a few weeks ago, fearing his baggage was going to scare her off.

“No” she whispers reassuringly. “Never, I’m all in. -I just feel like I missed out. Like maybe if I hadn’t left, It would have been us, these would have been our memories, it wouldn’t feel like my place in your life was erased.”

“Carly, look at me” His voice is sure and steady, reassuring as he coaxes her to really listen.

“You were not erased.” She bites her lip.

“You’re missing the photo, we can do this later, you should go back.”

“Babe.” He says again before emphasing every word. “You. Were. Not. Erased.” She shudders. “If you think there was ever a day where I didn’t miss you, or wish you were by my side, then you’ve got it all wrong. And if you think that I care about a photo, or a reunion, or-“ He lifts her hand again, pulling it over to rest against the cotton of his shirt right over his heart. “-or I can about swapping stories about moments where I was missing a piece of my soul because it was half way across the world in Italy, well then you don’t understand how much this, you, us, means to me. You were the best part of my high school experience, Carly. No one will ever erase that.”

She buckles, or at least she mentally buckles as her body turns to jelly. His words, his reassurance, the look in his eyes, it’s all completely overwhelming and heart stopping in the most wonderful way. He loves me, she thinks, and even though he’s said it before and she’s known it, each time they have these moments where he reassures her, it becomes something she not only knows, but something that she knows. She wants to bring her walls down, she wants to give him all of it, all of the worries and doubts and love, the overwhelming all-encompassing love that she has, that she’s probably always had but never been able to verbalise or understand, not until now.

“I love you” she whispers to him, picking up his hand and bringing it to rest over her heart much the same way he has hers. “I love you so much that it feels like I’m going to burst with it sometimes, and I-“ she takes a breath, choking on a sob she didn’t know was there. “I’ve never felt it in my bones, I never thought I could. It’s new to me… This is new to me.”

He takes a breath swallowing heavily and she feels his hand slightly trembling against her chest. Hers is too, she is sure. “It’s new to me too” He admits, his voice cracking. “I haven’t felt this either. Which is just, yeah”

It’s unspoken the rest of his sentence, but she gets it. She gets the words that he doesn’t speak. Just because you marry someone doesn’t mean you give them your heart, much the same way running from someone doesn’t mean they don’t have yours. It had taken them years, but they were finally here, they finally had it. The 'it' that could not be erased.

She slides her hand from his chest around to the back of his neck threading her fingers through his hair as she pulls him forward, her lips delicately brushing over his. “All in” she whispers.

“All in” he repeats before pulling away from her lips with a grin .”Wait, I’ve got an idea!”

She blushes, unable to wipe the smile off of her face as he reaches into his pocket pulling out his phone.

“We’re not live streaming again are we?”

He smirks. “Not a chance. I just thought maybe we could take a photo of the only moment here I’m going to want to spend the next 10 years reminiscing on.“

“100” she cuts in.

“100?”

“Yeah. All in, remember?” He grins.

“Okay, the next 100 years looking at.”

He swipes on his phone pulling up the camera app before positioning his hand in a way that the shot captures not only them, but the locker behind them as well. “Full circle” he explains while smiling at the camera and she follows suit, unable to stop herself from beaming.

Click.

Before he can stop her, she tilts his chin catching his lips with her own.

Click.

“There you are!” Rodney yells from the top of the hallway. “I’ve been looking for you guys for five minutes. Are you coming to take the photo or what?”

“Photo?” Carly says, a confused expression etched on her face.

“Oh, crap” Freddie says sheepishly. “Did I forget to tell you I talked them into signing over your gym credits?”

“You what? How?” And really, how?

“I may have agreed on Spencer’s behalf to make a generous donation to Principal Franklins retirement fund”

“You bribed him?!”

“All in, baby”

FIN.

[tonberry-yoda]

Secret - Nanami

notes: FINALLY AFTER 400 YEARS I AM WRITING THIS NANAMI FIC!!!! maybe not my best fic, but definitely something lmao very happy to announce that it is finally here. this fic was based on this poll. and definitely expect more polls from hereon out! glad i finally got it done though!!! hope you all enjoy!!!

word count: 1,574

WARNINGS: f!reader, not proofread, goofy ahh writing lmao

Nanami claimed he never had time for dating, so honestly, he never really bothered with it. He’s flirted and been flirted with, but honestly, that was all way out of the ordinary for him, and what he claimed to be a waste of time.

But when you came along, something changed. Something about his whole demeanor. He smiled more. He was willing to take breaks from work. God, he was even willing to get off of work early just to be around you. You never noticed this difference though. You met Nanami like this. You never got to see a side of him that was just pure workaholic. Sure, you were introduced to a “rougher” version of him where he would almost push you aside to get his work done, but somehow, he ended up in conversation with you. And from then on, that’s how it always went. And for a while, it was peaceful.

Until Satoru Gojo, that is.

Not only had Nanami just stopped showing up to work, but something else was definitely going on. He still stayed in contact with you, sending nice messages and even getting coffee every now and again, but he wouldn't tell you why he left work. He wouldn't tell you what was going on in his life anymore. It was like he was hiding something.

He obviously couldn't be cheating or something because the two of you weren't even in an official relationship, so you couldn't even think of what was going on.

“Okay, can you tell me exactly what's goin on with you, Kento?” You finally asked over a cup of coffee. You were getting sick and tired of being left in the dark especially since he was looking both exhausted and a little dead inside.

“What do you mean?” He looked at you confused and took a long sip from his cup.

“You won't tell me why you quit or where you’re working now. I know it’s none of my business, but I'm worried about you. Honestly.”

Nanami chuckled and set down his cup. “There’s nothing to worry about, I can handle myself.”

“He’s right,” you jumped when you heard a new voice enter the conversation. “He’s a big boy and he has big boy stuff to deal with.” A man with bright white hair and a blindfold around his eyes talked to Nanami like he was a baby, wrapping his arm around Nanami’s shoulders.

“And… who are you?” You asked, looking the man up and down.

He took off one side of his blindfold revealing a bright blue eye dusted by white eyelashes. “His boss. Who are you?”

Nanami sighed heavily. “He’s not my boss. This is Gojo, Gojo, this is y/n.”

You and Gojo just stared at each other for a second without a word spoken.

“Do you need something?” Nanami asked Gojo, breaking the silence.

“You’ve got another job. An important one. There’s a special class-”

Nanami’s hand flew to Gojo’s mouth to shut him up. He looked at you with a worried expression and hurried Gojo to a more private area in the cafe.

“Can we not talk about demon hunting so goddamn loud.”

Gojo gave him a confused look and everything clicked. “You haven't told her?”

“Of course I haven't told her! She doesn't need to know this, okay? I want her to live a normal life without curses and demons and all that. Do you understand?”

Gojo rolled his eyes. “I think that’s a terrible idea.”

“Well I don't. Look, I can do the job later, okay?”

“People are going to get killed, Nanami! It’s now or never. Leave your little girlfriend for five seconds and get your ass in gear!”

Nanami pushed past Gojo and back over to your table where you just played with your fingers for a little bit, only taking small sips of coffee.

“Sorry, y/n.” Nanami chugged the last bit of his coffee and looked at you with concern in his eyes. “But I gotta go. I'll be over at your place tonight if that can make it up to you.”

“You don't have to make anything up to me. I just would like to know what you do these days. I miss you at the office. I just want you to be safe.” You stood up from your seat and threw your arms around Nanami. At first, he hesitated, but soon, his arms were around you too. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and just breathed you in for a moment before pulling away.

“I won't be long.” He said, looking into your eyes. Something told you that you should be worried about him.

“Okay.” Your voice was faint, but you stood tall and watched him walk out of the coffee shop.

But this time, you did not sit back down. This time, you followed.

You watched as Nanami went down several alleyways, following close enough behind to still see him, but far enough away to not get caught. You stayed quiet when Nanami slowed down, entering a large, extremely old looking building.

Naturally you followed, squeezing your way through the old rusty door that would barely budge open. It was hard to avoid the old rotting wood on the ground, so you stepped on it lightly, trying not to make a sound as you stepped. You had lost Nanami at this point. He was either upstairs or somewhere on the floor you were on. Either way, you wanted to find out what was so interesting about this old crackly building.

You couldn't even tell what the old building was. It was either an old empty office building or a warehouse. Either way, it was too beat up to tell. You decided that the floor you were on was too boring and decided to walk upstairs.

That’s when you jumped. What felt like an earthquake rumbled the building, making you hold onto the railing of the stairs. Oh god. Nanami was in trouble.

You got your ass in gear and ran up the stairs shouting Nanami’s name. The old building was falling apart around you as more and more rumbles happened.

Avoiding both falling rubble and tripping hazards on the ground you searched the entire building floor by floor. But nothing. Nanami wasn't anywhere to be seen and this crappy building was still falling apart.

You decided to skip the last few floors and head straight for the roof, sweat dripping down your forehead and heaving for breath.

When the door to the roof flew open, you found Nanami fighting… nothing?

“Nanami?” You asked, tilting your head.

 Nanami turned to you with a terrified look. “Sh-Shit, y/n, you shouldn't be here!” He turned back to the invisible entity and slashed thin air with a blunt sword.

“What’s going on?” You felt the ground rumble again, but you still took a step forward.

“y/n! Stop right where you are! You’re-”

But it was already too late. Suddenly, that invisible thing wasn't invisible anymore. It was giant with green drool coming out of every corner of its mouth. It slashed at you and grabbed you in one of its giant hands. You couldn't even scream, you just stared at it while it stared back.

“N-Nanami,” you were finally able to get out. “I-”

The monster opened its mouth, its jaw a little too wide for your liking, as it moved you forward. This thing was going to eat you and you were just as helpless as ever.

You closed your eyes tightly, prepared for the worst, until you heard another boom sound and felt yourself fall. You landed in Nanami’s arms and you looked into his eyes while his stayed on the monster.

“What the hell was that?!” You asked, jumping out of Nanami’s arms.

“A giant asshole, that’s what.”

“Are you just going to act like that was nothing?!” You exclaimed.

“Look,” Nanami sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I know it's a lot, but I didn't want to get you wrapped up in all of this. It's dangerous and the last thing I wanted was for you to get-”

You threw your arms around Nanami, nearly knocking him off of his feet. He was shocked, but held you close. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.”

“Thank you for saving me.” That’s all you could say. You didn't need him to apologize. You didn't even need him to explain himself. You just needed him in your arms for just a little bit longer.

“You’re welcome.” He picked you up just to hold you closer and you squeezed him against you, never wanting to let go.

You pulled away from the hug just a little bit so your nose could press against his. “Are you still coming over tonight?” You giggled.

“Yes. Of course I am.”

“Good,” you sighed. You tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear and cupped his cheek. “Thank you again.”

Nanami smiled at you softly and leaned down to press his lips to yours. Desperately, you pulled him closer, practically ignoring the dead demon behind you. You gripped his hair in between your fingers and Nanami tipped you down, groaning on your lips.

You pulled away quickly, a little embarrassed. “We should probably leave that for home, huh?”

“Well then,” Nanami grabbed your head and led you out of the building. “We should get going quickly then, huh?”

~~~~~

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[reality-not-for-me]

Welcome to the MW2 world, Valkyrie

So, hear me out, it’s time for the supreme rule and worship of muscle mommies. I made a character for just that 😏 I would love to see her out and about in things and if you do use her, please tag me!! I wanna see!! Just, you know, don’t claim to own her. She’s MINE.

*I have literally never made an oc before, let alone write fics or anything, so take it easy on me pls lol*

Ok, here we go:

Call sign: Valkyrie

Real name: Chelsea Quinn

Member of the 141

Female but not necessarily “feminine”. Hot in her own way. Could pull men And women if she wanted to. Price uses this to the team’s advantage for Sure. I really wanna write something where Valkyrie goes in instead of Soap for that one campaign mission to meet El Sin Nombre and not only is every man in there questioning things but Valeria has a gay panic attack lmao

Really short medium brown hair that she looks really good in

Definitely steals Soap’s hair gel

Asked Soap to style her hair into a fauxhawk/mohawk once, the boys all secretly loved it on her

She cuts her own hair but has Soap help with the back of her head cause I think he does his own too. She of course helps him too

6’-6’1” in shoes and like, 230lbs of muscle

Sergeant level

27 years old

Built like a tank with visible musculature, slight hourglass figure with thicc thighs, proportionally large titties and an ass for days. Therefore people would consider her to be a Muscle Mommy™️

She also has tats, an elbow cuff on her left arm, a forearm wrap-around sleeve on her right, and a couple of ones only seen when she’s wearing more revealing clothing. Definitely the type to incorporate her scars into a tattoo

The type of person who can dish out the genuine compliments/flirts but can’t take them, gets all flustered when someone does

Can sing and will when given the chance. Especially if something is stuck in her head.

Ghost can play the guitar and every now and then she’ll sing softly along with him (he’ll play songs she knows on purpose after discovering this)

Quite a pretty facial structure and smile. Doesn’t see her beauty but learned how to flirtatiously manipulate targets via the boys. THAT’S an Interesting story

Has light colored freckles on face and shoulders, mole on left cheek

Caucasian

Witty

Sometimes dry humor, sometimes goofy

Loyal

Not one to go against authority or talk back unless it means one of “her boys” gets left behind

Loving of those who are close to her

Kind of a masochist lmaoo but more so in a way that’s like, she’s pushing herself too far physically and mentally cause that’s the perfectionist in her. Unless… 👀

When sparring she’ll take down all of the boys in combat except Price and sometimes Ghost simply because Price is absent during training and Ghost is just too fucking agile and large. Doesn’t mean she won’t still try. Once she took a punch to the abdomen in order to bum rush Ghost and managed to catch him off guard enough to tackle him. He was impressed and flustered but still called it cheating

Gets along almost too well with Soap, openly flirts with one another but more so in a bffs way. Unless… 👀

They definitely also flirt with Ghost because they think it’s funny when he gets flustered, but one day the man is gonna snap I’m tellin ya (and when he does…… 👀)

Managed to become the third musketeer of Ghost and Soap

Is allowed to call Soap Johnny

She has definitely picked up the Scottish and Manchester slang and will say them in the respective accents. The boys think it’s hilarious

She makes the funniest faces sometimes when she’s reacting to a story someone is telling

Ghost loves her deep down just like with Johnny, and will die and kill for both of them

She has seen Ghost’s face because they trust each other so much and he knows she takes trust so so seriously. They bonded over ✨past trauma✨

They originally were just professional towards each other but once Ghost saw her scars on accident (while changing) he started warming up to her and would seek out conversation with her, which she happily accepted and returned.

Soap just started talking to her when she arrived and she also happily accepted and returned lol. She’s just very personable. She’s the type to be reserved until someone else makes the first move (which may or may not be true for… other situations as well 👀😉)

I believe she’s at least an inch taller than Soap, and will make sure he remembers it. She can and will pick up people who are smaller than her. Well, let’s be honest, she’ll still pick up people who are bigger than her. The boys all wanted a turn to be picked up by her lmao

Calls Ghost by his first name in intimate moments (not that kind you perv. Unless... 👀)

Is often the one everyone can talk to about personal shit because she listens and has feedback to offer with no judgment

Is the sole woman on the team so she is happy to answer any questions the men might have, sexual or not. Drunken “never have I ever” got a little crazy last time

When she needs to vent or cry, Ghost and/or Soap will hold her and listen. Same goes for the reverse. Or any member of the 141 tbh. She is Mommy™️

That being said, she will 100% cuddle platonically with Anyone who wants/needs it. She understands that everyone needs human intimacy (especially in their line of work holy shit). “Wanna cuddle?” “What? Why?” “Cause it’s nice. Don’t make it weird.”

She has scars along her shoulder blades and one on her abdomen through and through to mid/lower back. Changes the story of how she got them every time someone asks. Only her true friends know the real stories. If she’s in civvies or undercover she tells people it’s from getting moles removed or something lolol

Won’t open up to just anyone, but will also just spit out something shockingly personal casually amongst the 141

Took Spanish for eight years in school so she will laugh at things Rudy and Alejandro say and they’re shocked when they find out she Knows™️. This being said she will also call Soap names in Spanish with them in front of Soap to annoy him.

Also knows some sign language and taught it to the boys, for when they’re on mission and need to talk silently.

Will offer herself up to be a diversion or to do something crazy mission-wise. It drives the boys crazy cause they just want to protect her but she’ll give them a reason why she’d be the perfect candidate and they’d have to let her.

When she dresses up for undercover work she is a VISION. the boys have to rein it in and she gets confused and/or flustered when they all of a sudden avert their eyes or stutter around her.

König. Oh that poor man. He is down bad for her and she doesn’t really know it. She just thinks he’s having his usual social anxiety when talking to her so she makes sure she’s nice and patient with him. He first saw her when he was visiting one day. She and the boys were sparring and she pinned Soap right as she looked up at him, eyes all dark, and he combusted then and there. Although she isn’t picking up what he’s putting down, her boys of the 141 are and will protect her/compete for her attention while he’s around. If you accuse Ghost or Soap of being jealous they will deny it of course.

When she’s exhausted she gets the loopy kind of silly where you laugh at nothing and then feel like sobbing at the same time.

I’m still adding things as I think of them, and of course will edit this as I add them. But yeah. There she is. I love her already and can’t wait to make stuff with her :)

[maddyb-rapps]

Three

The farmers son

master list

Ivy

“Ivy honey, you can’t tell anyone.” Lori pleads as she stared at me with wide panicked eyes.

“Why would I tell anyone, it’s not any of my business….do you know what you’re going to do.” The stay at the farm is suppose to be short termed. A baby on the road……. Let’s just say as much as I appreciate what this group has done for me I won’t be sticking around with a living dinner bell.

“I-I don’t know.” I can tell how conflicted she is just by the look on her face.

“Guys—“ Glenn finally speaks up. As we look towards him we realize he’s signaling Rick’s arrival.

“Hey, honey.” He kisses Lori on the cheek and she gives a tight lipped smile in return.

When Rick is about to speak Lori suddenly turns to me. “Ivy, didn’t you need something.”

“Oh yeah….um so I w-was wondering if um I could have like a sleepover- if you can call it that- with Beth- but um I didn’t know if I had to ask and if so w-who because you know—“ I ramble on before I’m cut off.

“Thanks for check first it’s responsible of you. I don’t think there’s any problem with that- as long as it’s fine with Hershel.” Lori says with a smile as she leans into her husband’s side but I can see that look behind her eyes. The look that really pisses me off. The same look of pity.

“Yeah ok so I’m just- I’m just gonna go now.” I then practically speed walk back to the house.

Beth was practically bouncing off the walls when I told her they were fine with our “sleepover”. Jax was a little less excited when he found out most of our night was going to consist of binge watching Grey’s Anatomy.

“I mean it’s not awful a guess- but is this all we’re going to do.” He says forcing a pained face.

“Well that’s what we are gonna do and if don’t like it you can walk your happy butt out of my room.” Beth snaps yanking her pillow from under his head.

“No, no I’m good. Just thought we’d do something- i don’t more.”

“Out.” She doesn’t even look at him as she points to her door.

“Bro chill.” He yanks the pillow back before plopping back to his spot beside me.

I open my eyes to a menu screen playing on Beth’s tv. We watched about six episodes before Beth fell asleep and two more before I fell asleep. Jaxson, for someone who didn’t want to watch the show, was glued to the tv when I finally closed my eyes.

They’re both asleep beside me. Beth was curled up to the right and Jax was sprawled out to my left. I won’t be able to get off the bed without waking him up. And I really, really have to pee.

As a begin to climb over him he, as I thought, rose up startled bang his head against mine.

“Ow.” I groan out holding my head in my hands.

“I’m so- so sorry.” He whispers in panic grabbing my hands to pull them away from my face so he could see.

“It’s ok, I’m fine.”I whisper back

“What were you doing anyway.”

“You sleep like a crazy person and I really have to pee.”

“Oh.” He lets out a laugh.

“Yeah, oh.” I laugh with him.

“Come with me, I’m going to get snack.” He gets off the bed pulling me up with the hands he never let go of.

“Sure, but I have to pee first, like seriously.”

He turns his head to the side. “You always talk about pee this much.”

“Shut up.” I laugh as I close the bathroom in his face.

After I was done I open the door to Jax still in the same spot. “So……what kinda snacks you got.”

“Uh-“ he thinks for a moment, “I think there’s some chips in the kitchen. I’ll go get them. Go in my room so we don’t wake anyone up.”

I walk into his room and it what you would expect. There’s a full bed in the corner, a dresser right in front of the bed, posters of marvel movies, and a few other random things a teenage boy would have. I take it upon myself to sit on his bed.

He walks back in with a bag of chips and some Oreos. “I found the good stuff.” He says with a goofy grin.

I gasp, “Hurry and get your ass over here.” Once he gets close to his bed I snag the chips and rip them open.

“Hey! Save some for me. Um do you wanna watch something I have some dvds too.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Sure, what do ya got.”

His face lights up as he rushes to his tv. “Lots of Marvel, DC, some comedy-“

I cut him off with an excited gasp. “IS THAT GROWN UPS.”

“Yeah.” He laughs

“We have to watch it, please.” I beg.

“Yeah what ever you want.” He gives that same goofy grin as he turns on the movie and flopping beside me. Like really close beside me.

No one’s pov

The two teens were unaware that the boys father had been up to stressed about the new people on his farm had heard them laughing and talking most the night. Once he heard silence he went and cracked open the door to see a fragile blonde girl asleep with her head resting on his son’s shoulder. He sighed before closing the door and turning in for the night.

A/N

I hate school. I hate math. I hate Spanish. I want to be a stay at home mom with little brats.

,Maddy <

[winderlylandchime]

2/2 ‘So he showered but he couldn’t wash his hair? Is this kid sticking around?’ ‘this moment with Emy and Linds was nice. A true ted talk. Now back to what we all care about, Brian and Justin. Do they have a name like brangel- nevermind bad example. Forget i said anything’ he is now laughing at Mikey and actually enjoying him ‘they know they can’t just keep the kid right? But that’s funny. He’s actually funny when he’s not annoying as fuck. Or obsessed with Bri Bri’ ‘Okay Emy can actually plan a good party! Of course Mel is being bitter that she isnt the star. Why is she like this?! Okay Teddy, from one drugged up patient to another, dont mix with alcohol! And you can’t take too many! Gotta follow the rules of medical law’

THE REUNION SCENE IS FINALLY UP! ‘Mr Kinney!! OH THATS A KINK FOR SURE AT THIS POINT! Yes, please do come in! In more ways than one. *he is literally sitting on the edge while fully shaking* HE WANTED TO SEE HIM! HE SHOULD TAK- OH MY GOD HES NOT TALKING ABOUT WORK IS HE?! IF THATS THE CASE I AGREE! YES! Yes he would be making a bigger mistake! Fuck yeah! Cmon Bri Bri take him back. I allow it! OH HE UNDERSTANDS AND KNOWS?! HE FUCKING UNDERSTANDS AND KNOWS! FINALLY! Come on Bria- hard hours ha! Oh i bet it will be a pleasure after that boring bullsh- SIR?! oh we are in kinky town arent we? *pauses tv after Brian says no more violin music* oh fucking finally! Dont play it in my presence either. I think i have lifelong ptsd because of it. HE PROMISES! LOOK AT BRIANS SMALL SMILE! Oh are they about to fuc- OH THEYRE GONNA FUCK! FINALLY! LOVERS SPIT! I KNOW THIS SONG! I LOVE THIS SONG! THIS IS MY FAVORITE SONG EVER! OH MY GOD! THIS IS GONNA FUCK ME UP ISNT IT?’ *watches the scene with his chin in his hands and a goofy ass smile* *said so softly i almost didnt hear it because he blasted the tv loud as fuck* ‘my boys are back.’ *waves towards the tv* ‘this is the best fucking thing to happen to me in such a fucking long time! Play it again please! Rewind it!’ He then watched the reunion scene again with the same goofy smile ‘i feel like i could cry tears of joy. It was the worst of times for me without them. You have NO idea how hard that was for me! And now theyre back. Oh i gotta tell mom! She’s gonna be so happy for me! *walks away while humming the song to himself* i will never listen to this song the same way again’ He then sat outside at night for 30 minutes while smoking and had Lover’s spit playing on repeat on his phone. I’d day he’s happy about the reunion.

Your brother is so not into Hunter. I'm curious if that will change when he starts flirting with Bri Bri.

Now back to what we all care about, Brian and Justin. Do they have a name like brangel- nevermind bad example. Forget i said anything <- LOL because you can't tell him about Britin because that gives away... Britin

Gotta follow the rules of medical law - I am curious what the rules of medical law are. Besides not mixing alcohol with prescription narcotics.

*watches the scene with his chin in his hands and a goofy ass smile* *said so softly i almost didnt hear it because he blasted the tv loud as fuck* ‘my boys are back.’ Can we bottle up your brother and sell him to QAF fans. For what, I don't know. But I love how invested he is. It makes me feel less insane for how much I love this show and this ship.

I'd say he's happy about the reunion is the understatement of the century.

[wolfstrong]

Buffy season 1 reflection!!!!!!!!!

My feelings on Buffy so far are very complicated because I find it crazy entertaining but there are so many things in the show that I just KNOW are terrible. I really enjoy the character dynamics its probably my favorite thing about the show. I find it endlessly funny that Giles has to hang out with a group of teenagers, and (when xander isn't making it weird) the main group is super cute and funny together. Also really like the setting, highschool shenanigans are always fun and idk it just seems like it would have been very cool to be a teen in the 90s. Also I like monster of the week stuff with a more overarching plot, you can kind of just enjoy things as they come and have the security that it's pretty much always gonna be resolved by the end of the episode. FOR WHAT I DONT LIKE. well "Buffy Speak" is annoying. like I'm getting more used to it and even able to find it charming at some points but BOY when i started the show it was almost making it unwatchable. i can see myself liking it by the end of the series but for now lets just be a little annoyed with it. Other thing that really gets me is the buffy/xander/willow love... line? idk i think i could stand it if xander didn't pine over buffy and wasn't weird to girls because he's very weird to girls. Somehow buffy manages to be like girlboss feminism win while also being the most sexist show every created. and maybe that was just like the era but yeah i don't enjoy watching male characters I'm supposed to like perv out over women.

Character Thoughts

Buffy- shes so awesome like honestly!! i like that she lives this very bad ass life and like we the viewer know how cool she is because we see her do all these bad ass things, but to the rest of the school shes just kinda like this weirdo kid who hangs out in the library. it kind of makes her an honorary fail girl in my opinion. And just her whole attitude of wanting to be a normal teenage girl so when it comes time to slay monsters shes like "ugh. guess its monster slaying time! whatever!" and acts bad ass as hell but doesn't really care. also its just awesome that she is physically super strong. like she will just randomly be punching through walls and doing sick backflips. ugh i love it

Giles- I. LOVE. GILES. im a Giles fangirl all the way like what else is there even to say about it. When he comes on screen I'm just like instantly smiling. funniest character ever invented. And again i just love that he has to hang out with teenagers all the time and sometimes they just like bully him for being old and lame and into books and he's constantly getting beat up and thrown around. yeah i don't even have much to say he's just awesome

Willow - Literally the blueprints for dorky nerdy girls everywhere like what else is there to say. we all know she is literally BEYOND iconic. Shes so cute and smart and charming and like honestly its like. how many girl in media really DO get to just be dorky like its pretty rare i feel like that's why its like. she was the blueprint man.

Xander - ... yes my complicated feelings yes yes. he's soooooo annoying and fail but... you know i like when guys are fail guys.. BUT HES ALMOST TOO FAIL. of course like i already said i hate the way he acts to women and when buffy rejected him and he acted super pissy and like "ugh whatever you only don't like me because you like that chad Angel ugh nice guys always finish last" I literally wanted him dead. so beyond cringe with that kind of behavior. BUT when he's like being sweet and goofy then I'm like.. aw hi funny guy from the 90s lol! and i do think his relationship with willow CAN be super cute cuz idk i just like the whole childhood friends vibe and i like that they have a relationship outside of their time with buffy and its nice to get little glimpses of them together just being buddies. I think the whole situation would be 100% better if xander was pining for willow instead of Buffy and willow was the oblivious one. I am not against their relationship at all i just hate to see willow be the one pinning for him cuz its like girl. you can literally do better okay. you are awesome. whatever. sorry for being a halfway Xander apologist

Cordelia- literal girlboss. every time shes on the screen its a treat. I just love the vibe where she is like?? friends with the main characters kind of? but also just bullies the shit out of them and is so mean in every interaction. see the thing is if they were't friends at all she just wouldn't talk to them or they wouldn't talk to her. but they always end up talking so there is obviously some kind of relationship there. but its just like one where she calls them losers and they are like "alright. well see you next week cordelia" If you are a hater and think shes mean get out of my face shes literally awesome and funny. also in the final when she drove her car thought the school doors... SO . GIRLBOSS. i am very excited to see where her character goes cuz i got the feeling at some point shes gonna turn into some kinda supernatural monster. i just feel it.

Angel - eh lowkey who cares. I am never one to be interested in the mysterious brooding guys its just not my thing. He reminds me of Edward from twilight both in face and attitude and because he's a vampire of course lol

Episodes

Honestly they were all kind of of equal quality. Nothing was so horrible I couldn't stand it they were all just good. One that kind of stood out as a favorite was "I robot, you jane", it was nice to have something more willow focused and it was very funny to see what people thought of the internet back then. Willow kind of online dating a guy was enough to make everyone freak the fuck out. And i really really love the way the demon robot looked. the idea of a demon existing on the web was just a cool idea in general. idk just a cool way of combining the supernatural with tech stuff

idk just look at this guy and tell me this isn't awesome

.... okay then... see yall in season 2!!!

[yuriosakawa]

X-Men: BRAND NEW EVOLUTION - The Final Wave

(From left to right)

AFTERSHOCK 

Name: Luke Alvers 

Age: 14 

Positive Traits: Loyal, protective, brave, responsible 

Negative Traits: Reserved, impatient, loner, migraines 

Power(s): 

 • Seismic Wave Generation (Luke inherited his father’s ability to generate powerful earthquakes with highly destructive effects) 

 • Intangibility (Luke also inherited his mother’s mutant ability that allowed him to phase through solid matter) 

 • Invisibility (A more advanced version of his mother’s phasing powers, Luke can even phase through light itself to camouflage himself and appear completely invisible) 

Fun Fact: Luke is terrified of needles, something that the older members of the X-Men team like to tease him about 

Description:  

Luke is very reserved and quiet with people.

He is the most like his father in that he is not very talkative and would rather be left alone than socialize with others.

But that is because it’s very difficult for Luke to relate to others due to his devastating powers.

Although many believe that he is a boy with a tough and indifferent character, the truth is that he is very sensitive and does not tolerate injustice or any type of mistreatment towards any living being.

Luke wants to fulfill his mother's wish to make a better world, and he also tries to see the best in everyone just like her, in addition to believing that everyone deserves a second chance.

Despite being the youngest member of the new generation of the X-Men team, he has many powers and enormous strength, making him very responsible and disciplined.

Luke also doesn’t like to discuss his hobbies, but he actually loves baking and reading books. 

——————

HAILSTORM 

Name: Zixin Drake 

Age: 13 

Positive Traits: Cheerful, positive, supportive, funny 

Negative Traits: Daredevil, brash, impatient, impulsive 

Power(s): 

 • "Frostworks" (A perfect mixture between both of his parents’ mutations, Zixin can generate bright bursts of cool-colored, frozen plasmoids from his fingertips) 

 • Organic Ice Form (Like his father before him, Zixin can create full-body armor/shell of ice around himself that increases his durability and strength) 

Fun Fact: Zixin enjoys putting on shows alongside his parents with their powers 

Description:  

Zixin is the embodiment of a ray of sunshine and has 10000% charisma. 

He genuinely loves everyone he meets and enjoys putting smiles on people’s faces. 

Zixin is very silly and has a very childish sense of humor. 

He also has a lot of energy and has a habit of rambling without realizing it.

Out of all the new generation of mutants, Bobby and Zixin are the most alike as both are prone to goofy jokes and harmless pranks to make people laugh.

Although, he doesn’t like emotional confrontations and will go out of his way to avoid uncomfortable situations.

Zixin and Luke are best friends despite their conflicting personalities, you may even say they complement each other 

Though he is still too young to officially join the X-Men, he still trains hard every day to one day be part of the team 

——————

SKÖLL 

Name: Fiona Da Costa 

Age: 14 

Positive Traits: Sweet, hardworking, sensitive, loyal

Negative Traits: Overprotective, overachiever, aggressive, over-competitive 

Power(s): 

 • "Solar Pack" (A perfect mixture of both of her parents’ mutations based on illusion, she can summon wolf constructions made out of pure solar energy to do her bidding) 

Fun Fact: Like her father, Fiona’s powers are at their peak during the day, especially in particularly sunny days. She can still use her powers during the night, but her solar wolves will be significantly weaker and she will get tired more easily 

Description:  

Fiona has a sweet disposition and is very polite, even to her opponents. 

However, she can be a smart ass at times and is quick to make jokes. She’s still Roberto’s daughter, after all 

Given how she doesn’t want to be vulnerable or reliant on her mutant powers, Fiona is highly dedicated to physical training but outside of the gym she’s very easy-going.

She is probably one of the few students who genuinely enjoys training in the Danger Room under Logan’s strict tutelage in order to better perfect her fighting skills 

Fiona is almost always found sporting earbuds so she can listen to her favorite punk rock and metal bands.

Though, like her father, she also tends to be a teacher’s pet and is an overachiever in almost everything 

[iwadori]

Haikyu boys when they make you insecure PT 1 (Kenma,Kuroo)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.

Word Count:3k 

genre: angst, fluff

masterlist

Kenma:

You and Kenma have been in a long distance relationship for a while.

Both of you stream, Kenma doing it seriously for his job and you just playing it for fun,

Sometimes you stream together of course but because of your difference in audiences and games you don’t do it all the time

“Bye guys! Hope you enjoyed todays stream” You wave off to the camera and shut off your PC taking a few sips of water.

Kenma: Hey.. nice stream today Y/N are you going to watch mine?

Y/N: Of course I will 

Kenma: Ok talk to you later

Y/N: okayy <3

Kenma is what inspired you to stream, he also taught you all the ins and outs of streaming making sure you were set and ready. Your gaming style was very relaxed and friendly as you obviously weren’t streaming as a career just for fun and to make friends with your online viewers. The games you played were usually: minecraft, COD, Sims 4, Roblox, Animal crossing and *Insert your favourite game here* the way I literally named all the games I play 

You wait for Kenmas stream to start, kind of excited as you’ve always loved seeing your boyfriend in his ‘element’ when it comes to playing to games. As your boyfriends stream starts you see he’s already chosen what game he is playing today which is to your surprise Call of duty, since that was the game you were playing earlier.

As he gets into the stream you are entertained, as always since Kenma was being his usual self laughing at his own deadpan jokes and interacting with his viewers. He is currently waiting for his capture the flag game to start so as he waits he decides to read some comments in the chat.

You’re used to the usual ‘Kenma where is Y/N I miss your usual streams together’ or ‘kenma please RAIL me’ which always makes you laugh. You were also used to the common hate comments Kenma and You both got on your streams but you were definitely not ready for this..

@ Ihatewomanandiamadick : Hey Kenma did you see your girls stream today she is so dog shit at COD lmaoooo jhdfkjdrhdrr

“Well hello ihatewomenandiamadick” started Kenma “but yes I did see Y/N stream and obviously she is not the best at games and I would definitely NOT ask her to team with me for any serious gaming competitions ... but she’s fun to watch I guess” as he finished speaking about you his game loaded up so he focused his attention on that the words he just spoke going to the back of his mind as they end up at the forefront of yours.

You obviously knew you were no match for Kenma’s gaming expertise but you didn’t expect him to publicly agree with a hate comment let alone add more of his imput on you. Did he really think that about you? ‘She’s fun to watch I guess’ did he not even enjoy your streams that much?

You wanted to distract yourself, and you definitely couldn’t do that watching him so you close off of his stream and get in your bed deciding to watch your favourite show. 

Waking up at 6pm after your sad nap, you see that Kenma has left some messages to you,

Kenma: hey did you watch my stream?

Kenma: do you want to facetime later and play some minecraft..?

Kenma: y/n r u ok??

Y/N: oh hey cnt play minecraft w you rn not really in the mood..

Kenma: oh ok..

Time passed since then a month to be exact and you basically dropped off of the face of the earth, you weren’t in the mood to do anything let alone game and stream, which was a constant reminder of your boyfriend (something you didn’t want at the time.) 

You felt embarrassed over all the things he said about you and all the things you now think he thinks about you and the way you play. Maybe he thinks even worse things about you, beyond just how you game? What if he doesn’t even genuinely like you...or he has someone else...it does make sense, you do both live miles and miles away from eachother AND he’s a big streamer you see the amount of girls in his comments.

You shake your head to erase your protruding thoughts coming in your mind, but it doesn’t really help. You and Kenma haven’t spoken much over this month he tried to constantly reach out to you at first but you assume he got bored over your constant, repetitive dry texts. So you were almost content with you and Kenma not even being in a relationship anymore.

However on Kenma’s side, he was beyond worried about you. Since you haven’t been streaming or barely responded to his texts he thought something happened to you, but he didn’t want to be seen as ‘overstepping boundaries’ if there was nothing wrong at all with you and you simply were just ‘not in the mood.’ 

So here he is, in Kuroo’s apartment trying to get him to help him out on finding out what is wrong with you.

“So kenma can you remember what happened the day when Y/N went ‘ghost’“ asked Kuroo in a mock detective voice

“Y/N didn’t go ‘ghost’ Kuro, and take this seriously” said Kenma “I’m worried bout her”

“Okay fine, but for real what’s the last thing you remember before she started acting all weird.” 

“Umm I think it was around a month ago I did my saturday stream and I think she was on it but she didn’t leave her usual nice comments throughout”

“Ohh that was the stream when you sai-” Kuroo said before pausing his words as the memory of what Kenma said about you on his stream came in his mind, as even Kuroo thought it was a tad bit harsh for Kenma to say all those things “I think I know why Y/N has been so distant kiddo”

“What why?” Asked Kenma

Kuroo pulls out his phone and brings up the clip off what Kenma said and Kenma’s face cringes ‘did he really say all those things about you’ he thinks. 

“Shit.. I didn’t know I said all of that” he said quietly “how do I make it up to her?”

“There’s only one thing you can really do Kenma” said kuroo

You are woken up out of your sleep by a knock on the door. Getting out your bed like a zombie, you trudge to your front door only surprised by what you see. There in his 5′6 glory stood your ‘boyfriend’ Kenma with a controller and a kitten teddy in his hand. You were very tempted to shut the door in his face and get back to your dreamless sleep but you waited on him to speak.

“Hi Y/N” he said quietly “wanna play some minecraft...?”

“Why so you can ridicule me on how shit I am?” You ask bitterly ready to shut the door on him

“No! No not all” he said stopping you from shutting the door entering your place “Y/N i’m really sorry on what I said, I wasn’t thinking AT ALL... I love watching your streams and I think you’re great at playing games...I was just being a dick,”

You take a deep breath before tears pool in your eyes “what you said really hurt me kenma..” you say “ I know people say shitty things on the internet all the time... it’s the internet. But I wasn’t expecting you to agree with the hater and say even more shitty things on top of that.. I don’t think I want to even stream anymore”

Upon hearing that, Kenma’s mouth parts open with shock ‘you dont want to stream anymore’ were his comments that bad? Now he feel even worse as he should and is now more determined to make things right. 

He impulsively drags your arm into your game room, catching your surprise ‘what is he up too?’ you think. He stops for a second seeing your usual pristine gaming set up, collected up with dust. 

“What are you do-” you start 

“Just wait!” He says, as he rushes away turning on all your stuff and logging onto his twitch account as he sees the views go up he starts to speak

 “Hi guys, its me kodzuken and today I’m here on stream with my beautiful girlfriend and today I want to say..” he turns to you “Y/N im so sorry for the horrible things I said to you that day... I was just being a dick and I’m sorry I really am.”

You look at the chat and you see some confusion and some people recalling his words from last month. “It’s fine Kenma, I forgive you” you say giving him a hug”

“Okay Y/N, so what do you say... wanna beat my ass at bed wars?” He says with a smirk 

“When have I ever loss?” you return his smirk

Of course you did beat his ass as bed wars for rounds on rounds never losing proving yourself to actually be a good gamer girl. You enjoyed your time with Kenma, forgetting what he said before about you and moving on. 

Eventually, you guys moved in together and streamed together all the time and yes you still do play for fun but you’ve gotten way better at COD (some may say better then Kenma) but who is better didn’t matter to any of you, as long as you got to play together that’s all you both cared about.

Kuroo:

Kuroo and you have been together since you were in your first year of high school 

You met as friends first when you got him to tutor you in chemistry ( a subject you still aren’t that good at.)

Now you have your upcoming entrance exams for university in a month so your school has you doing mock exams in preparation for them.

20%

You look down at your chemistry paper that your teacher just handed you. 20%. You’re surprised, very surprised since out of all your subjects (that you go 90+% on) you studied on the chemistry test the hardest ensuring Testurou, that you didn’t need his help at all. But I guess it turns out, you did.

This failing mock grade put a blunder on your day, you didn’t interact with anyone and didn’t want to see your boyfriend so you skipped your usual routine of meeting him on the rooftop and went to the library instead ‘might aswell start early on your studying’ you thought.

As you were going over your chemistry topics, you hear an ‘ahem’ next to you and you turn your head only to find your boyfriend and his friends next to you. Kuroo with his usual goofy smile on his face. 

“Hey kitten where were you at lunch?” he asked 

“Needed to go to the library, Chemistry is kicking my ass” you mumbled 

“Oya” he said as he noticed your chemistry test laying under your textbook “20%, well damn Y/N I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t know you were that stupid” he laughed doing his stupid usual hyena-like laugh.

Ouch well that hurt. You slightly flinched at his words, “Really your name, you didn’t know the molecular formula for ethanol, that’s first year work” he said continuing to laugh “I’m pretty sure that’s one of the first things I tutored you on when we first met” 

His overbearing laughter was not good for you, you were already having a bad day and yes you do know your not that good at chemistry but you didn’t need your chemistry-enthusiast boyfriend to make fun of you for failing. Kenma and Yaku stood there awkwardly obviously aware of how bad Kuroo is making you feel but they didn’t really know how to stop his friend in the moment.Whilst he’s still dying of laughter you decide to pack up your stuff and leave the library.

You managed to get your Chemistry tutor to let you retake your mock paper in a week so that means, extra hard studying with no distractions you definitely can’t fail again. Since studying on your own was definitely not a good option, and you couldn’t go to Kuroo (especially after he ridiculed you) you decided to ask the second smartest person you know to tutor you.

Y/N: Hey Yaku! Can I ask you a favour?

Yaku: Hi Y/N what do you need??

Y/N: I have my chemistry retake next week, and as you know from your loud-loud friend I failed my recent test so can you tutor me?? 

Y/N: Pleaseeee

Yaku: Ok Y/N why can’t you ask Kuroo you know that he’d be more than happy to help

Y/N: Yakuu pleasee just help me out 

So there you was, nearly a week done with your study sessions with Yaku and you’re feeling way more confident than before. 

“Y/N what is the functional group of a Carboxylic Acid” Yaku asked

“umm... COO?” 

“Great! that’s correct Y/N” he praises i dont actually know if it’s correct or not

You then hear a knock at Yaku’s front door and hear his mum let the person in, Kuroo then enters Yaku’s bedroom with shock plastered on his face surprised to see you here.

“Y/N...hey?” he says confused “what are you doing here?”

“Oh Mori-chan is just helping me with chemistry for my retake tommorow” you say nochalantly internally smiling at the twinge in Kuroo’s face at the purposeful use of Yaku’s first name.

“So why didn’t you ask me to help you know I’m a chemistry whiz” he asks

“Maybe I’m too stupid to be taught under your tutelage” you mumble “since I seem to forget whatever you teach me, even when it’s 3 years ago... but ok”

“Y/N I-” he starts 

“Oh save it Kuroo, I have studying to do” you say cutting him off

“But I-” he tries

“So Mori-chan COOH is the function group of ethyl ethonate right?” you ask ignoring your boyfriend who is now at a lost for words

“ummm yeah it is” says yaku who is clearly feeling heavily awkward at the tension in his bedroom.

Kuroo leaves and you and yaku finish off the studying for the night, you did feel a little bad for being a bit mean to Kuroo but it’s karma for him being a dick to you. 

You wake up the next day ready for your exam which was first thing in the morning, before you hand in your phone you see a message from Kuroo,

Kuroo: I know you’re still mad at me, but I think you’re going to do so well on this test. You’re not stupid at all, you’re really smart and I love you < 3 

Kuroo: Good luck Y/N

You don’t respond to the message but smile at the sincerity of it and thankful for the boost of confidence it gave you before you start your exam.

Finishing the exam with a smile, you were confident you did well as everything you and Yaku went over was on the paper and you’re almost certain you atleast got more than 75%. You have to wait an hour before your teacher can give you your results, so in the meantime you might aswell reconcile with Kuroo.

When you exit the classroom, standing there was Kuroo who seemed to have been waiting for you for the whole duration of the exam.

“So how was it?” Kuroo asked, apprenhensive as he assumed you would just ignore him like you did at Yaku’s house.

“It was fine, I think it went alright..” you say

“Kuroo”

“Y/N”

You say simultaneously, he pauses for a second to let you speak “I’m sorry I was being so stand offish when we were at Yaku’s I just wanted you to see I could do it on my own, and when you called me stupid I really took that to heart since you and I both know that Chemistry wasn’t ever my best subject” 

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, and since it was only a practice test I didn’t think you’d take it to heart but I am sorry I know you aren’t stupid.”

Before you got to say anything else, your Chemistry teacher exited the room with your chemistry paper in hand. Kuroo grabbed your hand anticipating your nerves and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Miss L/N” said your teacher “Well done on your chemistry test” he turned your test around to sure a perfect 100%. Both you and Kuroo gasped, you were elated to say the least you wanted to jump up and down in excitement but a PERFECT 100%.

“I’d also like to add that you have now got the top chemistry score in the school beating the previous title holder Kuroo Testurou” said your teacher, this made Kuroo open his mouth even wider in surprise nearly making you giggle at his response. 

Your teacher took his leave, leaving you and Kuroo in the hallway “ I guess i’m the chemistry whizz now “ you say wiggling your eyebrows just as Kuroo did to you before at Yaku’s this made him chuckle as he came to put his arm around you.

“Y/N don’t get ahead of yourself now, you may have won this battle but I will win the war” he said smiling

In the final exam, you continue your winning streak also getting a near 100% and still beating Kuroo which didn’t matter to either of you, now you’re just like him cracking chemistry puns and jokes all the time which none of your friends appreciated but atleast Kuroo found them SODIUM funny.

AN: Please kill me for the last line of Kuroos, I didn’t really like Kuroo’s since it was a bit self indulgent with my hate for chemistry but what do you guys think?

[itsallyscorner]

Baby’s First Heartbreak

pairing: marvel cast x teen!fem!reader, Scarlett Johansson x reader, Elizabeth Olsen x reader

prompt: the youngest member of the marvel cast experiences her first breakup.

warnings: not much—crying, a break up.

A/n: Tom is 19 here because this is set during Civil War. He was such a baby omg🥺

You were always a firm believer in having hope. No matter what the situation was, you knew that you had to at least try before fully giving up. You were only 18, but it was the mindset you grew up with. You were taught to face things with bravery and confidence, you faced things head to head with all your might. Though some things never went the way you planned, you were still the ray of sunshine you were, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to learn and explore the world.

You had the same mindset going into your first relationship. Love was something you’ve always wanted to experience. Sure, you received it from your friends and family. But you wanted the different kind of love. The special one that was shared between two people. The one that made your heart skip a beat and made you breathless. Where staring into that special someone’s eyes felt like you were being transported into another world where it was just the two of you.

You’ve found that kind of love in a boy from your hometown. The two of you had been friends since pre-k, growing up along side each other, and being there for each other’s success and failures. You’ve known him all your life but the feelings didn’t come till sophomore year of high school. It all just clicked all of sudden; that one day where he said you looked cute in his jumper and the next moment you knew you were seeing him in a new light. Junior year, you were both beating around the bush; constantly pining over each other with longing stares and fingers always brushing against each other. Though you didn’t see him all the time due to your job as an actress. You spent half of the school year in your hometown and the rest at Atlanta. Of course he knew of your job and as much as he hated to see you go, he knew you were doing something that made you happy. So he spent as much time as he could with you before your time together came to an end. A few days prior to your flight to Atlanta, under the night sky of your backyard, he admitted his feelings for you. By senior year, the two of you had been dating for half a year. It had been the best moments of your life, you were in love and high on happiness, it was like nothing in life could ever go wrong.

Now here you were, in your trailer on the set of Captain America: Civil War, sobbing you eyes out. You knew loving could hurt, but not this much. You still felt your heart skip a beat, but it was clenching in heartache. You were still breathless, but because you’ve been trying to catch your breath after every sob that wracked your body. You felt broken. The boy you loved had ripped your heart out of your chest and threw it onto the floor, stomping on it till it stopped beating.

You hiccuped as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You were nothing but a fool. A fool who had hope in something that was never going to work. You sniffled as you snatched tissues out of the box on your bathroom sink, dabbing the material onto your eyes and blowing your nose. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were puffy. A sigh of frustration releases from your body. There was no way you could walk onto set without people asking you what was wrong.

You debated asking your assistant to ask your designated makeup artist to do your makeup in your trailer, you didn’t want to be a bother. But your thumbs were already shamefully typing away the request on your phone. A few minutes later Eleanor, your makeup artist on set, arrives at your trailer with her supplies in hand.

She doesn’t directly question you, but she has the look of a concerned mother once she sees your face. You lie to her and tell her you weren’t having a good day and chalked it up to being homesick.

You dreaded going on set. You weren’t sure if you could face anyone without bursting into tears. The moment you felt like you were okay, your heart would clench, reminding you of the ache it was feeling.

You were in your costume, sitting on the sidelines of the set while you rehearsed your lines. The dialogue from the script acted as a distraction from the current pain you were feeling. The tears had stopped but your eyes felt dry, making you blink multiple times to keep them wet.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You look up and meet the stunning blue eyes of Chris Evans. That typical goofy smile of his was etched onto his features. Usually you would reciprocate that smile, but today you just couldn’t find it in your heart to do so. His smile falters when he sees your face.

“Morning.” You greet him, forcing a smile. Concern shadows on his face as he shifts a bit closer to you. “You alright?” He asks, eyes softening at you. Being the youngest of all the Avengers cast members, everyone had a soft side for you. Especially Chris, who saw you as a daughter.

“Y-yeah, I’ve just got—allergies.” You lied, another fake smile forcing itself onto your lips.

“Well have you taken something to help your allergies? Do you need Allegra? Claritin or something?” He looked around ready to call one of the runners on set to get you some meds.

“No! I took some already, a few minutes ago! It probably hasn’t kicked in yet.” You tell him. He eyes you reluctantly, not knowing if he should believe you. He decides to let it pass and nods, “Ok, tell me if you need anything though.”

You hum in response and tilt your head down back to your script.

The day goes on and everyone had caught on to your lack of—being you. The infamous smile everyone knew you by was barely on your face. You didn’t crack jokes with Anthony or share a giggle with Elizabeth. Instead you were quiet, a frown was on your face as you stared blankly at the floor. You didn’t interact with anybody, keeping to yourself and walking off set whenever one of the Russos called cut.

Anthony and Sebastian watched as you walked off the set. You have all finished a sequence of the airport scene and the Russos had given everyone a break while they rewatched the scenes they shot. Anthony’s brows furrowed while he watched your figure go further and further away. He had tried to cheer you up, telling you a joke about how Seb’s arm lube kept leaking out his fake arm. Your response was nothing but a fake laugh—it wasn’t even a fake laugh, more like a huff of laughter.

“She didn’t laugh at my joke.” Anthony thought aloud. Sebastian quirked an eye at his friend, “Does she have to laugh at all your jokes?”

“No, but even if I tell her a corny ass joke, she’ll still laugh at it.” He expressed, throwing his arms up. Sebastian’s lip pouted as he thought back to your behavior on set. You were acting unusual. He turns to Tom (Holland) and asks, “Hey, has (y/n) said anything to you? Like anything bothering her?”

The Brit shakes his head, “Um, nope. Besides filming, I haven’t spoken to her today.”

Anthony crosses his arms, approaching Tom, “Have you tried speaking to her? We’ve been trying to figure out what’s been going on with her today and you’re the closest to her age here.”

“I—I tried to talk to her, but she didn’t seem in a talking mood. I thought I was bothering her so I just stopped.” Tom answered. He gestures to the direction of the trailers, “I could check up on her right now? Maybe I’ll get her one of her favorite snacks from crafties, it might cheer her up.”

Half of a smile makes it way onto Sebastian’s face at the boy’s efforts. Though you were clearly upset and he felt like they were all prodding at your privacy. “Maybe we should give her some time alone.”

Tom frowns at the older man, “But (y/n)’s upset. Shouldn’t we do something?” Anthony agrees with Tom and looks at Sebastian.

Seb raises his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying—maybe she wants to be alone. She went back to her trailer away from everybody. She probably doesn’t want us shoving our noses into her business, we should respect that.”

Chris joins the group along with Scarlett and Elizabeth. He had overhead the group talking and urged the two ladies to join him in on the conversation.

“You guys talking about (y/n)?” Chris asks, hands on his waist.

“Yeah, Seb says we should leave her be.” Anthony fills him in.

“She told me she had allergies.” Chris starts. “She’s an amazing actress, but kid’s gotta work on the lying.” He finishes. Elizabeth and Scarlett glance at each other.

“Well has anyone talked to her at all today? Besides Chris?” Elizabeth asked the group. Everyone shakes their head. Elizabeth sighs while looking around at anyone else who could’ve talked to you. She spots Eleanor hanging along the sides with her makeup belt on, ready for touch ups. Elizabeth calls her over. Eleanor has her brush ready to powder her down, but Elizabeth politely declines.

“You do (y/n)‘s makeup right?”

Eleanor nods, “Yeah, I do.”

“How was she this morning? We’re just a bit concerned since she’s been acting different today.” Eleanor sighs, knowing if she told them it would be an invasion of your privacy. Although, they were all concerned for you and so was she.

“I got a text from her assistant telling me to do her makeup in her trailer today.” She began. “I walked in and her eyes were red, cheeks puffy—“

Chris apologizes and interrupts her, “Because of allergies?”

Eleanor shakes her head, “No, she never mentioned anything about allergies. But she looked like she’s been crying. She was wiping her face when I arrived.”

“Did she give you a reason for why she was crying?” Scarlett questions her.

“She told me she was feeling homesick.” Eleanor answered. Scarlett turned to Chris and shared a look. Elizabeth thanks Eleanor then turns back to the group.

“We need to check up on her.” Anthony says. All the men nodded and began to make their way to your trailer. Suddenly, they were stopped by Scarlett and Elizabeth.

“But (y/n)—“ Tom said pointing to the trailers. Scarlett shakes her head, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Lizzie and I will go. You guys are gonna overwhelm her with all your questions.” Scarlett insists, much to the men’s dismay. They wanted to be there for you, but maybe a mother figure might help you open up with what’s bothering you. They agree and let the two women go to your trailer. Before they can get to you, they get some snacks from crafties for you.

As soon as you shut the trailer’s door behind you, the tears welled up in your eyes again. It only took a matter of seconds until they fell from your eyes and down your cheeks. You heard some people walk by outside and cover your mouth to muffle the whimpers that came out your mouth. You slid down the door and shoved your head into your hands. You leaned forward against your knees as you cried into your arms. You felt pathetic, embarrassed, anger; you were feeling so many things and the only way to let them all out seemed to be crying.

They heard your cries from behind the door. Scarlett sends Elizabeth an alarmed look as she rushes up to your door. She knocked on it repeatedly, causing you to jump from behind the door. Your cries come to a stop while you try to wipe away the tears as best as you can.

“(Y/n), honey, please open the door.” You hear Scarlett say. You remain silent, getting up and dusting your legs off. You stare at the door, debating whether you should open it or not.

“(Y/n), everyone’s worried about you. We just want to help.” Another voice coaxes you behind the door. Elizabeth. “Please let us in.”

Outside, the two women had their ears pressed up against your trailer’s door. Scarlett tries to get you to open the door again, “It’s only me and Lizzie. I promise.”

There was some shuffling heard behind the door. The door pushes open slowly, making Scarlett and Elizabeth back away. A worried expression appears on Scarlett’s face once she sees you. She cups your cheeks, her thumbs gently swiping away some tears that fell from your eyes. The two of them shuffle inside your trailer. You burst out into tears once again when Scarlett wraps her arms around you. She moves you both to sit on the couch that was in your trailer. She lets you shove your head into the crook of her neck while her hands smoothed your hair. Elizabeth sits behind you rubbing circles onto your back. Your cries broke both their hearts. You were a fairly happy girl, to see you in such pain and heartache was hard to watch.

Scarlett rocks you back and forth, trying to calm you down by whispering comforting words into your ear. She presses a motherly kiss onto your forehead once she sees you start to calm down. Elizabeth waits patiently beside you waiting for when you’re ready to talk. When your whimpers turned into hiccups, Scarlett pulls your face away from her neck to look at you. She frowns when she sees your tear stained cheeks.

“Are you going to tell us what’s going on or are you going to keep bottling it up to yourself?” She asks you softly, tucking strands of your hair behind your ears. Elizabeth chimes in from behind you, “You know, sometimes it helps to tell others what’s bothering you. You don’t have to keep it to yourself, (y/n), you could talk to us.” She gathers your hair together, splitting it into two parts as she began to fish tail braid your hair. 

You take a moment to compose yourself before eyeying the two women. You knew you could trust them. Scarlett was like your on-set mom and Lizzie was like one of your aunts. If you could tell anyone on set what was going on, it would be them.

“He broke up with me.” You confess, eyes trained on your lap. Lizzie’s fingers stop braiding your hair, “What?”

“Peyton, he broke up with me.” You whined, not wanting to say it again. You fiddle with your fingers while a tear falls to your lap.

“Oh honey.” Scarlett cooes pulling you back into her chest. You sniffle and wrap your arms around her torso. Silently crying into her shoulder.

“Did he give you a reason why?” Lizzie asks softly. You move away from Scarlett’s hold and lean against the couch with your knees to your chest. Lizzie wraps an arm around your shoulder for comfort.

You glanced at your phone that was on the coffee table, “H-he texted me earlier this morning. He said he couldn’t do the long distance thing anymore and that he has feelings for somebody else.”

Anger flashes in Scarlett’s eyes, “He broke up with you over a text message?” You nod in response.

“What a dick.” She mutters glaring at your phone. It’s quiet for a few minutes. Until you ask them, “Am I not worth trying for a long distance relationship?”

Lizzie shakes her head, “No, don’t you ever think that because you are.”

You sigh and throw your head back, “Then why did he break up with me? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough?” Scarlett interrupts your questions by shushing you.

“There is not a damn thing wrong about you. Don’t you ever let a man, let alone a boy, make you question your worth.” Scarlett advises you a stern look on her face. “You are the most sweetest and loveliest girl I have ever met in my life. You’re kind, you care about the people around you—you even laugh at Anthony’s stupid jokes.”

Lizzie snorts beside you and squeezes your shoulder, “And his jokes are the worst.”

Scarlett continues, “You are a talented young woman already making it big in the movie industry and you did it all on your own. You are beautiful inside and out. You’re perfect, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why did he leave me?”

“Because he’s an idiot that doesn’t know your worth.” Lizzie answers resting her head on your shoulder. “I know it hurts now but these things happen for a reason. He wasn’t meant for you and you weren’t meant for him. Maybe somewhere in the future you guys will meet and try again. Or maybe you’ll move on with someone new. That’s just how it is. It may sound harsh, but it’s the truth.”

Scarlett nods at Lizzie, “Take it from me, I’ve been married twice. When it seems like you found that special person, sometimes it’ll all come crashing down. And it’s not an easy thing to go through. It’s full of pain, heartache, self doubt and a bunch of other heart wrenching things. But in the end you come out a stronger version of yourself.”

You stare at Scarlett, “How did you do it?”

Scarlett softly smiles at you, “Well, I had lots of friends who supported me every step of the way. But most importantly, I valued myself. I did things that made me happy and took care of myself mentally and physically.”

You bite your lip in thought as you stare at the ground.

“Listen to me.” Scarlett urges you, “You’re young, (y/n). You’re going to meet so many more people in the future that’ll bring you so much happiness and love in your life. Don’t beat yourself up over one boy who decided to leave you because he wasn’t committed for a long distance relationship. You’re going to be okay.” She assures you, cradling your face. Your lips form into a tight smile while you nod in response.

“You have us and the rest of the people outside of this trailer to support you. We’ll always have your back, whatever it is, I promise you that. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Lizzie promises you, taking your hand into hers. You hum and rest your head on her shoulder. You pull on Scarlett’s arm to join you and Lizzie. She chuckles and hugs you from behind.

“Thank you guys.” You whisper, genuinely grateful that you had them in your life. Lizzie pecks your temple, “Anytime darling.”

[kkonpuki]

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

Pairing :: Gojo Satoru x F!reader ** **

Genre // Highschool AU , fluff , comedy , slice of life

Warnings // cursing , gojo doing the impossible

Summary // Y/n, the student console president dislikes Gojo. His goofy ass keeps getting in trouble and thinks everything is a joke. Gojo purposely does this just to get the President's attention. 

w.c // ≈ 2k

“Gojo Satoru, no running in the hallways!” Y/n screams in frustration.

“I warned you but I guess you didn’t listen” Gojo’s friend named Geto walked past her, wrapping his arm around the friend. 

“Let’s just peacefully go to lunch.” He requests.

 “Fiiiinnnneee. So boring!!” Gojo whines while pushing his glasses up making Y/n want to slap him. Y/n sighs and walks to the student council room, ready to work on papers. Being the President of the school is pretty hard but a student here named Gojo makes it even more hard. She sat down at her desk, picking up the stamp to approve a stack of documents that are required. Minutes passed and soon you knew it, it was the next class period. Y/n’s stomach growled. 

“Sorry buddy, this was more important. We can eat at home.” She grabbed her books to her next class and ran to the classroom. She highly disliked this class since the student Gojo, was also in the same class. He makes it harder for the teacher to simply teach. She pities the teacher. She sat down on her prefered desk which was in the back of the classroom, next to the window. As the bell rang, the teacher began the lesson. Twenty minutes have passed which was barely half of the class period. 

“Sorry I’m late, teach!” The white haired male slammed open the door causing a couple people to flinch. 

“Mr. Gojo, you have been twenty minutes late. Give me a reason why you were this late.” The teacher sighed. 

“Well you see, Y/n, the President gave me a whole tone of shit work and shoved them in my ass. She’s so mean!” He pouted. 

“Young man! Language!” Y/n stood up from her desk. The students around her eyes in fear, feeling the dark aura around her. 

“I never gave you work! You’ve crossed the line, using me as an escape goat. Meet me at the Student Console room after school ends.” She slammed her hands on the desk showing her rage. How the hell can he even say that shit!?

“Gojo, I will be seeing you after class” The teacher sighed. 

“Go sit.” The teacher instructed. Gojo nodded and followed his directions without a word. 

“Um, anyways..” He continued his lesson as if nothing ever happened. The whole entire class period, Gojo was taking glances at the President. 

“You are also seeing me after the end of school.” Y/n spoke out in a whisper, eyeing him.

-

The school day finally has ended and Y/n has been waiting in the room, sitting at her desk. The door finally slid open, revealing the white haired boy. Y/n realized how tall he is looking at him at this angle. She hasn’t paid any attention to his features whatsoever. 

“Sit down here.” She instructed the male, pointing at the empty chair that was in front of her. He nodded and sat down as he was told. 

“You shit haired bastard. Why did you lie about that in class?” She asked straight forward, trying to hold in her anger. 

“I was just curious about what you would do” He smiled in a joking way thinking it was funny. Y/n bit her lip, trying to conceal her rage and sighed. 

“You lied to a teacher. That could’ve gotten you a detention or something just for simply lying, especially towards a teacher” 

“I did get detention actually” He smiled. 

“Why are you always putting up that fucking smile!?” 

“It’s because..” He placed his hand on Y/n’s. 

“I love seeing the expressions you make for my actions. I take pleasure in them and it makes my heart race” He smiled once again. She slapped him,   done with his bullshit. A red hand print appeared on his cheek. 

“Don’t take this shit as a joke, Gojo. I know that you have played with many ass girls and even boys. I have no idea how they fall for it but they do. Gojo, if I see you doing something that is not permitted in this school, that will be a big punishment for you. That is my final warning, Shit hair.”

She pointed at the door telling him to leave without any words. His face had no emotion as he stood up and left. 

The whole time he was explaining his actions, the girl's heart was beating hard, causing her to panic that it might pop out of her chest. To be honest, she had feelings for him since middle school but tried to drop it since he was a bad influence. But, it didn’t go away. The only thing she could do now is hate him and shove work in her face hoping that this strategy could distract her with her feelings. She placed her palm on her chest, face burning up. She repeated the words that came out of his mouth again and again in her mind. She wonders what will happen the next day since she mentioned ‘punishment’. 

-

It’s lunch time once again. Y/n finished all her work meaning that she actually has time to eat at the school required time. As she was entering the cafeteria, a chicken came running out of the door causing her to widen her eyes in confusion. She chased the chicken, wrapping her hands around it and lightly pressing it towards her chest to hold it, trying not to hurt it once she got her hands on it. All sorts of noises were coming inside the room and she ran in questioning what the big commotion is about, already having a hint. 

Chickens. Everywhere. There were people getting chased by the chickens while there were people playing with the chickens and then there were people chasing the chickens. In the middle of the room, Gojo had many bags in his arms and three chickens were inside one of them. 

“GOJO SATORU!!” Y/n screamed at him. All eyes went on Y/n as the words echoed in the massive room. 

“OFFICE RIGHT NOW!” She turned back, walking to her office with the chicken still in her arm. As she was walking away, she heard the students in the cafeteria going, ‘oooo’ towards, of course, Gojo. She heard footsteps behind her which she guessed was probably the shit haired bastard. How the hell can he pull this immature move, especially in High School!? Where the hell did he even get the chickens!? You know what, it’s Gojo being his stupid self, getting his ass in trouble every day, ever minute. 

Y/n has entered the classroom which was labeled, ‘Student Console Room’ which basically was her office. She has pulled many people to talk to in situations but obviously, this was something new. She herself doesn’t even know what to say but just, ‘Why!?’. She sat down at her area as Gojo walked in, hands in his pockets with the bag of chickens behind his bag. She placed the chicken on the desk and it sat there, obediently. 

“Sit down.” She demanded as he sat down on the floor. 

“No, not there. Over here. It’s common sense!” She inhaled, trying to calm herself as Gojo lightly scoffed and did what he was instructed to do. 

“Sooo, why did you call me here?” He questioned innocently knowing full damn well whats up. 

“Don’t act stupid with me, Gojo” She stood up, slamming her hands on the desk which he didnt flinch. 

“Ohh, the chickens? My friend who lived on the farm that moved here gave some to me to keep as a pet and I wanted to show my friends each one, anything wrong with that~?” He hummed, causing Y/n to get even more frustrated than she already was. 

“Cut the fucking bullshit Gojo. Why the hell do you keep causing trouble for yourself!? I don’t want you to get in trouble whatsoever but it’s so fucking hard if you can’t just simply follow what everyone else is doing. They are all eating, correct? So go eat! What’s so fucking hard Gojo!?” She bit her lip, as tears threatened to come out because of the frustration. 

“Satoru.” He spoke up. 

“What?” Gojo stood up and took off his glasses, placing them down on the desk. He leaned in closer to face Y/n. His eyes were so detailed to the point that she thought he wasn’t human. His blue eyes sparkled at her own e/c eyes which were so- bland. At that moment, she was kind of embarrassed to be looking at him since her eyes were not so detailed like him. 

“Call me Satoru” He leaned in, placing his soft lips on the girls. She was shocked at first, not a single thought of pushing him away and closed her eyes, deepening the kiss. He broke the kiss, taking a deep breath of air in his lungs. He looked down at Y/n at her figure, her face was flushed red making him laugh, wanting to never forget this expression of hers. 

“I’ve only seen Y/n’s angry, embarrassed, anxious, happy expressions but never this one”

“S-shut up..”

“I want to see more of them. Y/n, the reason why I get myself into trouble is because I have feelings for you. I want you to keep scolding me until the only think you can think of is if I will do anything bad each second, everyday. I love you so much that I will do anything to gain your attention even if it would get me in trouble.” He spoke his feelings out. 

“Shit haired..” She bit her lip as Gojo smiled. 

“Yes, President?” She looked away from him. 

“I-I also have feelings for you, since Middle School actually. I just.. Didn’t want to focus on that since I prioritize my work so I used work and anger to distract myself” She embarrassingly exposed herself to him, making him use his hand to make her look directly at his orbs. She looked down at the floor since it was her only option, resulting in Gojo whining. 

“Look at me,” He smiled. She gave in and finally looked at him.

“This is honestly the weirdest way to result into this but, would you like to be my girlfriend?” Y/n lightly laughed, Gojo’s eyes shining at how she looked since she looked absolutely gorgeous.

“Yes! I would love to be your girlfriend! I’ve been dreaming for years!” She leaned her forehead on his.

“But, that doesn’t mean that you get to get away with what you did with the chickens.” She warned him as the chicken on the desk who was still sitting there yelled out a yelp. Gojo took a quick glance at the chicken and nodded.

“Haha, of course. I could easily deal with that!” He smiled, pecking his girls lips, claiming them.

“You shit haired bastard. I love you, Satoru.” She smiled warmly.

“OMG! Congratulations on getting her as your girlfriend Gojo!” Geto came inside the room, holding a camera and a chicken.

“You fucking bitches-”

*

i was insp by the manga/anime maid sama since i loveeee the story line. the manga was *chef kiss*. i hope you all enjoyed this for i have been working hard on this even tho this wasnt much since im a procrastinator but i enjoyed writing this! im still finding ideas on how to express my layout on things. to the people who are reblogging and liking, tysm! you give me motivation to keep writing :D <3. you can also request stories you want to see (fluff pls im learning on writing smut since its hard for me) Byebye and take care!