#don't look at me like that vanessa i already love u

[gloryride]

Pink Queen

[vamptizm]

vi. MISSION JEALOUSY — p.bueckers

pairing: paige bueckers x clover amar (oc)

synopsis: in which paige bueckers and clover amar, two uconn wbb stars, have an ongoing mission of making each other jealous and outdoing the other.

warnings: angst. explicit language. that’s it i think.

word count: 3.6k

note: this took me soso long i apologize, i’m just not satisfied with this whatsoever. this series will not be revolving around just smut, so obv it’s not going to be in every or every other chapter. idk how long i’ll make it, but most of my chapters are rather short so probably double in the digit chapter count. yeah anyway thank u for being patient and reading this (i loveee comments of any kind so pls don’t hesitate to leave those)

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Clover sat across from Vanessa in a quaint little sushi restaurant downtown, her fingers idly tracing the edge of her water glass as she tried—really tried—to focus on the conversation. The dim lighting cast a warm glow across the table, the soft murmur of voices and clinking plates filling the space between them. Vanessa was mid-sentence, her voice light and animated as she recounted a story from work, but Clover wasn't listening.

She couldn't.

Everything about the evening felt... off. The restaurant, the atmosphere, even the date itself.

Vanessa had been the one to suggest this place, raving about it for days until Clover finally agreed to go. It was supposed to be a fun night out, a break from the monotony of campus life and basketball practices. But instead, the girl found herself counting the minutes, waiting for the check to arrive so she could call it a night.

The truth was, she hadn't been feeling it from the start. Not the date. Not Vanessa. 

Vanessa was kind. Sweet. Energetic in a way that most people found contagious. Her laughter was bright, her gestures animated, and her eyes sparkled with sincerity whenever she looked at Clover. She was someone who wore her heart on her sleeve, someone who loved openly and fiercely, someone who deserved the same in return. 

But Clover wasn't that person. 

She wasn't someone who gave her heart away easily. Hell, she wasn't even sure if she had it in her to give it away at all. 

Relationships had never been her thing. The idea of commitment, of letting someone get close enough to see her cracks and flaws, felt like a weight she couldn't bear. Vulnerability wasn't something she handed out freely—it was something she locked away, hidden behind witty remarks and carefree smiles. And still, Vanessa wanted more. 

Something serious. Something Clover couldn't give. 

"...and maybe next weekend we could check out that new art exhibit?" Vanessa's voice pulled her back to the present. She was smiling, hopeful. Her hands rested on the table, fingers curled lightly around her glass. There was a certain softness to her expression, an eagerness that made Clover's chest tighten with dread. 

It was getting too much. 

"Hey, listen," Clover interrupted, her voice quieter than usual, the words slipping out before she could stop them. "We've already talked about this." 

Vanessa's smile faltered, just a little. Her brow furrowed as she tilted her head, confusion flickering across her face. 

"I told you," Clover continued gently, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve, "I'm not ready for anything serious." 

For a moment, Vanessa froze. Her lips parted as if to say something, but the words didn't come. Instead, she sat back in her chair, shoulders stiffening slightly as she processed Clover's words. 

"I know," Vanessa finally said, her voice quieter now, too. "But... I thought maybe if we took it slow, you'd change your mind." 

Guilt twisted in Clover's stomach, sharp and unforgiving. She hated this part — the part where things inevitably fell apart, where someone always got hurt. 

"I don't think that's gonna happen," she said softly, regret lacing her words. "You're... you're too good for me, Vanessa. It's not fair to let you act like my girlfriend when we both know it's not gonna happen." 

The words hung heavy in the air. 

Vanessa's face hardened, a flicker of hurt crossing her features before she quickly masked it. But Clover saw it — she always did. And it only made the guilt worse. 

"You show up to my games with signs," Clover added, her voice quieter now, her gaze dropping to the table. "You wait for me after practice. You plan dates, and you're always so thoughtful... I don't deserve any of that. And you know it." 

"Why wouldn't you deserve it?" 

The question came quickly, sharper than Clover expected. It caught her off guard, and she stilled for a moment, her thoughts scattering. 

Why didn't she deserve it? 

It was a loaded question, one one required an even more loaded and heavier answer.

Because she didn't appreciate it the way she should. Because it never felt like enough to change how she was. Because the butterflies Vanessa so desperately tried to give her never came—not from sweet gestures, not from thoughtful words or sex, not from anything Vanessa did. 

"Because I don't appreciate it," Clover finally said, her voice low, barely audible above the hum of the restaurant. "The way you'd like me to." 

Vanessa blinked, confusion clouding her gaze. 

"It doesn't... it doesn't do anything for me," Clover admitted after taking a deep breath, the confession weighing heavily on her chest. "It's not wooing me. It's not making me feel any butterflies. None of it. And I don't want you to keep hurting yourself trying to make it happen." 

Silence settled over the table like a heavy blanket. 

Vanessa's gaze drifted to the window, her jaw tight, lips pressed into a thin line. Her hand curled around her napkin, knuckles white. Finally, she nodded—a small, stiff motion that spoke of resignation more than understanding. 

The guilt was unbearable. 

Clover signaled for the check, pulling out her card before Vanessa could argue. She paid quickly, avoiding the waitress's curious gaze, and stood without a word. 

The silence in the car pressed down on Clover like a weight. The rain tapping against the windshield filled the space where words should've been. Vanessa sat in the passenger seat, gazing out the window, her expression distant and unreadable. 

Clover clenched the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles white. The guilt gnawed at her, twisting in her chest, but not in the way most people would expect. She didn't owe Vanessa anything — not her loyalty, not her heart. She had made that clear from the start. 

Still, something about the way Vanessa sat quietly, radiating disappointment, made the brunette’s stomach churn. 

Vanessa finally broke the silence. Her voice was quiet, but steady. "You're not a bad person." 

Clover exhaled, the lump in her throat tightening. 

"You're kind," Vanessa continued, her gaze still focused on the rain-slicked streets outside. "You're thoughtful. You care more than you want people to think. And I don't know why you keep trying to convince yourself that you're incapable of something real." 

Clover's chest tightened. 

She hated this. Hated that Vanessa saw her as someone capable of giving more than she actually could. Hated that Vanessa saw something in her that wasn't there. Or maybe, she just hated that she couldn't see it too.

The memory of Paige lingered — the weight of her touch still fresh on Clover's skin, the way her hands trembled slightly when they pulled Clover closer, the way their eyes met in that charged, unspoken moment. 

And then the look on Paige's face when Clover left. 

It had mirrored the one Clover wore the first time they'd crossed that boundary. She had been the one left standing there, confused and craving more while Paige walked away without a word. 

Tonight, it had been her who walked out, and she hated that it still hurt. That it felt so wrong.

Vanessa sighed, her tone softer now, like she was trying to convince herself as much as she was trying to reassure Clover. "I just... I thought maybe you'd change your mind. That maybe I could be the one to—" 

Clover cut her off before she could finish. 

"You're not the one." 

The words came out harsh, sharper than Clover intended, but she couldn't take them back. The truth was too raw to sugarcoat. 

Vanessa flinched, her lips pressing into a tight line. She nodded slowly, as if piecing everything together, realizing how deeply she had misread the situation. 

"I see." 

Silence returned, heavier than before. 

Clover wanted to tell her that none of this was Vanessa's fault — that she hadn't led her on, that Vanessa deserved someone who wanted to give her what she was looking for. But it would've sounded hollow. Pointless. 

Instead, she tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her mind unwillingly drifting back to Paige. 

To the way Paige had looked at her, eyes burning with something Clover could never quite name. To the feeling of Paige's lips against hers, desperate and insistent. To the ache in her chest when she walked out of the room, the echo of her own footsteps on the hardwood floor sounding louder than they should've. 

And to the nagging thought in the back of her mind—almost like a whisper from the devil himself—that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't running away from love entirely. She was just running from the wrong person. 

"I had sex with someone else before this," Clover said suddenly, her voice steady but quiet, cutting through the silence like a blade. 

Vanessa blinked, startled by the blunt confession. 

"What?" 

"I had sex with someone else," Clover repeated, this time slower, more deliberate. "Right before this date." 

Vanessa's expression shifted — not to anger, not to betrayal, but to resignation. 

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," Vanessa said after a long pause. There was no malice in her tone, just disappointment. "I thought I could be different. That I could make you want... more." 

Clover stared straight ahead, her chest hollow. 

"I told you from the start I wasn't ready for anything serious," she said, her voice steady but distant. "I wasn't lying." 

"I know." Vanessa's voice softened again. "But I hoped." 

And there it was — the difference between them. 

Vanessa was someone who hoped, who believed in love and connection. She thought that if she showed enough kindness, enough patience, she could win Clover over. That she could make her feel the way Vanessa felt about her. 

But Clover had stopped hoping a long time ago. The only person who ever made her feel anything real was Paige. 

And that terrified her more than it should.

Vanessa cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "Did it mean anything?" 

The question hung in the air, heavy and loaded. 

Did sleeping with Paige mean anything? 

Everything. 

"Not in the way you think," Clover lied, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Vanessa nodded again, her gaze dropping to her lap. "Right." 

The rest of the drive was silent, tension crackling between them like a live wire. 

When Clover finally pulled up in front of Vanessa's apartment, neither of them moved right away. Vanessa fiddled with the hem of her sleeve, and Clover kept her hands on the wheel, staring at the rain streaking the windshield. 

"I hope you find what you're looking for," Vanessa said softly, breaking the silence. 

Clover didn't answer. 

Vanessa gave her one last glance before stepping out of the car and disappearing into the building without looking back. 

As the door clicked shut, Clover let out a shaky breath. The weight of the evening bore down on her, but it wasn't Vanessa's disappointment that crushed her. 

It was the way Paige's name lingered on her mind like a brand, burning and inescapable. No matter how far she ran, no matter how many distractions she sought, Paige was always there. 

The way the blonde's gaze lingered a little too long during practice. The way her usually teasing and taunting voice softened when she checked in on Clover after a particularly rough game. The way her presence filled every empty corner of Clover's mind, no matter how hard she tried to push it away.

Because Paige had never just been a fleeting crush or a temporary obsession. 

It wasn't just admiration. It wasn't just complicated friendship. She had always been something more. 

It had been something more for a long time.

The apartment was quiet when Clover walked in, save for the soft clatter of a knife against what she assumed was a cutting board. She barely glanced at the kitchen, her mind clouded with exhaustion, her heart heavy with that same guilt. All she wanted was to crawl into bed and shut out the world.

But of course Paige was still up.

Clover cursed under her breath as she slipped off her shoes, hoping to make it to her room without incident. She knew how Paige operated. Knew the games she liked to play. And Clover wasn't in the mood for another round of it tonight.

"Late night?" Paige's voice cut through the silence, sharp and calculated.

Clover stopped in her tracks, her heart sinking. She set her bag down by the door, straightened, and took a slow breath before turning around. Paige was at the counter, slicing through an apple with a steady hand.

"Something like that," Clover said, keeping her tone flat.

Paige didn't look up. "Thought you'd be back later. Guess the date wasn't that great, huh?"

There it was. The edge in Paige's voice. That barely veiled disdain, like she was trying to poke holes into Clover's night without outright saying what she really felt.

Clover ran a hand through her straightened hair, none of her natural curls in sight. "It was fine."

"Fine." Paige repeated the word with a smirk, like it was a joke only she understood. She tossed a slice of apple into her mouth, chewed slowly. "Guess that's not exactly life-changing."

Clover's patience was already wearing thin. "Why do you care?"

Paige shrugged, finally meeting Clover's gaze. Her blue eyes were cool, assessing. "I don't."

The silence that followed was heavy, pressing down on Clover's chest. She could feel the unspoken tension between them, like a storm waiting to break. She shifted her weight, debating whether to walk away — but Paige wasn't done.

"You're wasting your time, you know," Paige said quietly, her voice softening. It wasn't a taunt this time. It sounded almost like a warning.

The brunette frowned. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Paige set the knife down, her hands resting on the counter. "These girls you fuck around with. They're not going to give you what you want."

Clover's chest tightened, brow raised in an almost challenging manner "And what exactly do you think I want?"

Paige tilted her head, her gaze never wavering. "Someone who makes you feel the way I do."

The air between them went still, heavy with meaning. Clover froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her pulse quickened, a mix of irritation and something else—something she didn't have the guts to name—coursing through her veins.

"That's overly cocky, even for you," She responded, her voice steady but strained.

Paige's lips curved into a smirk, but there was no humor in it. "Maybe. But I'm not wrong, am I?"

Clover's hands curled into fists at her sides. She hated how easily Paige got under her skin. How she always knew exactly what to say to make Clover doubt herself.

"God, you just say the dumbest shit sometimes." Clover muttered, turning toward her room.

"You're scared 'cause I'm right, Amar," Paige called after her.

Clover stopped dead in her tracks. Her heart pounded in her ears, a feeling of unexplainable dread and frustration clawing at her chest.

Paige's voice softened, almost teasing. "Went straight from my bed to her arms. You always like to rebound, don’t you?"

Clover spun around, her eyes flashing with irritation. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" the blonde questioned, feigning innocence.

"Make it sound like it meant something to you," Clover near to snapped. "Because it didn't. You made that clear the first time."

Paige's smirk faltered for the first time. Her gaze dropped for a moment before meeting Clover's again. "And yet, it keeps happening."

The words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable in a way Paige probably hadn't intended or planned.

Clover swallowed hard, the lump in her throat growing. "Yeah, 'cause we're both too fucked up to stop."

Paige's expression shifted—something between hurt and frustration flickering across her own face now. "Is that what you think?"

"What else is there to think?" Clover shrugged lazily. "We don’t do that healthy shit. That's how it's always been."

Paige pushed away from the counter, closing the distance between them with slow, deliberate steps. Her gaze never wavered, her expression unreadable.

"You keep saying that like it's a rule we mutually agreed on," Paige spoke quietly. "Like it's some fucked up contract we both signed."

Clover's back hit the wall. Paige was standing too close now, the scent of Clover's sweet vanilla perfume lingering in the air between them.

"Isn't it?" Clover whispered, her voice unsteady.

Paige's hand brushed a strand of hair away from the brunette’s face, a light, almost instinctive touch. But it sent a cold shiver down Clover's spine.

"Don't remember signing anything," Paige murmured.

Clover's heart was pounding, her mind racing. She hated this—hated how Paige made her feel out of control. Vulnerable. Exposed.

"You don't know what you want," Clover said, her voice deliberately bland and cold, despite the emotional chaos brewing inside of her.

Paige's hand lingered, her finger tucking the piece of hair behind Clover's ear. "Neither do you."

For a moment, Clover couldn't breathe. The tension between them was suffocating, the weight of everything unspoken pressing down on her.

"You think this is a game," Clover said, her voice barely audible now. "But it's not."

Paige's hand dropped away, and for a second, Clover saw something crack in her expression—a glimpse of vulnerability before the mask slipped back into place.

"It's not a game to me," Paige said softly.

Clover blinked, stunned into silence, though she didn't let it show.

But before she could say anything, Paige stepped back, the distance between them suddenly unbearable.

"Get some sleep," Paige said, her voice quieter now, almost gentle. "Gotta be up early for practice tomorrow."

Clover didn't respond. She watched as Paige turned away, heading back to the kitchen to finish her snack, leaving Clover standing there, harshly biting down on her tongue and heart aching with everything they couldn't say.

The sound of Clover's door closing echoed through the apartment, cutting through the thick silence like a blade. Paige stood frozen in the kitchen, staring blankly at the half-sliced apple on the cutting board. Her appetite was gone.

Her hands trembled slightly as she set the knife down, pressing her palms against the counter to steady herself.

'What the hell is wrong with me?'

Paige exhaled sharply, pushing herself upright. She rubbed the back of her neck, her fingers brushing over the faint mark Clover had left there earlier — a kiss, a bite, she wasn't sure which. It didn't matter. It wasn't supposed to matter.

This wasn't supposed to feel like this.

It was supposed to be easy. Fun. No strings, no feelings, no mess. That's how it worked. Clover hooked up with whoever caught her eye, Paige did the same. They'd judge each other, throw around meaningless jabs and at the end of the day they'd be fine. Back to being a team.

So why did it feel like her chest was caving in every time Clover walked away and into the arms of someone else?

Paige clenched her jaw, trying to swallow the frustration rising in her throat. She hated this. Hated feeling out of control. Hated how Clover had walked out on her earlier without a second glance — just like Paige had done with others so many times.

'Is this what it feels like?' she wondered bitterly. ‘To be the one left behind?’

She'd told herself it didn't matter. That Clover going on a date with someone else was none of her business. That it wasn't jealousy, just curiosity. But the sting in her chest said otherwise.

Because deep down, Paige knew the truth.

No one made her feel the way Clover did.

And that terrified her more than it should.

She grabbed the cutting board and shoved it into the sink with more force than necessary, the sound of it clattering against the metal louder than she intended. She winced, glancing toward Nika and Jana's rooms. No lights turned on. No doors opened.

The last thing she needed was a groggy Nika asking her why she was slamming things around at midnight.

Paige turned off the kitchen light and leaned against the counter in the dark, the faint glow from the streetlights outside casting shadows across the room. She could still hear Clover's words in her head, clear as day:

‘Because we're both too fucked up to stop.’

Paige ran a hand over her face, letting out a quiet, bitter laugh. "Yeah, no kidding."

She'd spent so long pretending she didn't care. Playing it cool, keeping her distance, convincing herself that what they had was just physical. But it wasn't. Not anymore.

And Paige wasn't ready to admit it.

She thought back to the way Clover had looked tonight — tired, defeated, like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. Paige had wanted to say something real, to cut through the bullshit and tell her whatever truth there was.

But that truth was messy. Vulnerable. And Paige wasn't good at that.

Instead, she'd resorted to what she knew best: cocky remarks and passive-aggressive digs. It was easier to act like none of it mattered. To pretend that Clover's wandering eyes and restless heart didn't bother her.

But as hypocritical as it was, it did.

And that scared her more than anything.

Paige glanced toward Clover's room, her heart aching in a way she didn't quite understand. She thought about knocking on her door, saying something — anything — to break the silence between them.

But what would she even say?

‘I care about you. More than I want to. More than I should. And it's killing me.’

No. That wasn't her.

Paige pushed off the counter and headed to her own room, her footsteps quiet against the hardwood floor. She paused outside Clover's door for a moment, her hand hovering in the air like she might knock after all.

But she didn't.

Instead, she whispered into the silence: "Good night, Clover."

And with that, she walked away, closing her own door behind her.

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[luveline]

Jade! I was re reading your zombie au steve fics and I just love our bestie eddie and jealous steve in tbem so much:’) I would love to see more of their relationship love you!!!

love u ♡ steve zombie au. fem!reader

“Would you mind fucking off?” Steve asks. 

Eddie tsks under his breath, “You know, this whole jealousy thing you have over me is kind of sexist.” 

Steve could melt metal with the way he's feeling. “It's not sexism, I'm not jealous, and if I were, it wouldn't be over you, it would be of you.” 

Eddie grins. “That's all you had to say, baby.” 

You laugh but quickly stop, eyes darting to Steve's as you push Eddie away from you. It honestly makes it worse, not because you aren't allowed to sit with your (Steve shudders) friend, and not because it doesn't feel good to see you so quick to remove Eddie from your side, but because by doing so, you've proven to Steve that you are, in fact, aware of his jealousy. 

“I'm not jealous!” Steve lies. 

“And I'm not interested,” you say quickly. “Sorry.” 

Eddie shrugs and sits right back next to you in the grass. He kind of has to, considering the knot he's trying to teach you to tie needs demonstration, but still. Steve hopes he ties the knot around one of his fingers and needs an emergency amputation. 

“Jealousy is a horrible thing,” Eddie says, almost like he can hear Steve's thoughts. “Have you considered finding a friend for Y/N to be jealous of?” 

“I already did that for a bit,” you say, squinting at the shoelace in your hand unhappily, “but then she made me cry and Steve bought me cherries and I didn't worry about it again.” Ah, Vanessa. Old camp, old friend, you told Steve she was making fun of you and he never looked her in the eye again. 

He'd quite like it if you followed his lead, but Vanessa was a bully, and Eddie, to Steve's dismay, is a good friend. 

“So what I'm hearing,” Eddie says, his grin audible, “is I get to make Steve cry.” 

“Are you gonna–?” Steve asks you. 

You sigh and shove Eddie away again. He actually pretends to fall onto his side in the grass. “This is really impeding my progress in becoming a knot tying expert, Stevie. Are you sure we can't kiss and have you get over it?” 

Steve is jealous, but lots of the outward symptoms he shows are either from a want to be immature or just to make you laugh. He trusts you completely and doesn't think for a moment you'd ever, ever cheat. He even knows —deep down— that Eddie's a good guy who'd never do that to him. But it still rubs Steve just the tiniest bit the wrong way when he sees Eddie's pinkie finger brush yours as he corrects you, or your stupid matching coats. 

You and Steve used to have matching coats until your sleeve tore on a branch. Steve decides he has a vendetta against trees, and then he takes a few calming breaths. 

“How would us kissing help Steve get over it?”

“Not you!” you laugh. 

Steve loves the sound so much he pretty much forgets what he's annoyed about. “Sound more disgusted,” he encourages cheerily. 

“I'd never kiss him,” you say, tying the string around your two fingers and pulling the aglet through the loop you've made. Your wrinkled nose smooths as you check your knot against Eddie's, and then, in one of your cutest moments to date, you gasp and turn straight to Steve. “I did it!” 

“What was I impeding again?” he asks. 

You push your foot out with your over complicatedly tied laces and turn onto your thigh. He's a genius (he knows you better than he knows anyone, past or present, knows you better than he knows himself), anticipating your movement with his arm already out to welcome you for a victory hug. “Our laces will never need tying again,” you say.

“Except when you need to change your socks,” Eddie says.

Steve puts his middle finger up behind your back, nosing at your forehead. “You're amazing.” 

You really want the hug. Your hands meet behind his back and your lips brush his throat as you press in close, his lovely girl; you don't know how lovely you are, how the exact details of your hug play out in his mind frame by frame. He's made a million mistakes and he still gets to have you. 

You hug him and it's like the end of the world didn't happen. 

Eddie scratches his scalp. “Harrington, not that I think you'd be into this, but I've been tying that knot for the last year, and nobody ever kissed me for it.” 

“He hasn't kissed me,” you say. 

“Don't stomp on a downed man,” Eddie says severely. Then, sweeter, “Just a quick one, Stevie.” 

“A whole camp of people,” Steve says to you. “Any best friend you want. Hell, I'll share Robin.” 

“You do share Robin,” you say, languishing in his hug much longer than he was expecting you to, your arms having curled tighter now around him with no signs of letting go. 

Eddie Munson might have a crush on you. He might have a crush on Steve, too, or neither of you. The boy’s too jovial to tell. Steve will sleep better at night if he believes the latter though, so he marks the hug for your achievement with a kiss pressed softly to your forehead and decides for the hundredth time since you came here that he won't be jealous anymore. He has nothing to be scared of and he knows that, so why give Eddie a hard time.

Eddie smirks and closes his eyes. “M'waiting.” 

Steve puts his arm over your shoulder. “And you'll wait more.” He turns to you, murmurs, “How about we go and find you something sweet?” 

Eddie's lips part in disgust. “What kind of dirty talk is that?” 

You stand and kick Eddie without force in the thigh. “Thank you for teaching me, Eddie. Same time tomorrow?” 

Eddie drops his theatrics. “Sure. Let's do the next one Risky Business style.” 

You pull Steve away by the hand. He thinks you sorta like that he's jealous, being the object of his attention and affection at all, so he says, “If you leave me for him I'm gonna let a bachelor take me out, and not for dinner.” 

“A bachelor couldn't get its teeth through all this muscle,” you say, squeezing his arm.

Doesn't make a lick of sense, geeks only have to break the skin to get you, but it doesn't matter. “I love you,” he says happily. 

You lean into his side heavily as you walk. “I love you, too. More, for sure.” 

“Not a chance.” 

[l0vem41l]

Forgive me if I disturb you, but if your requests are open can I have a romantic Glamrock Freddy x Animatronic Cat reader who's really shy and insecure about themselves?

skittish

「 tws + notes: no tws, SUPER unedited, animatronic cat reader, i love making stuff up thatz Not In Canon, writer is bad at animatronic reader writing (my bad), cat animatronic reader has cat-like behaviour becuz i Said So 」

「 gn!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. glamrock freddy (other glamrocks, the dca + vanessa mentioned)

author's note: no ur not disturbing me at all!!! ^_^ my fnaf reqs are were open!! :3 i don't typically write for animatronic reader so i hope i did this ok!! i'm so sorry if this was a little slow!! but tysm 4 ur patience! i hope u enjoy o(*￣▽￣*)ブ <3

▸ a new animatronic at the plex meant a new companion! a new opportunity for friendship! at least, that’s what freddy initially expected. every attempt to greet you was met with you fleeing, every friendly wave met with awkward silence as you quickly averted your eyes and pretended not to see— and conversations were nonstarters.

he started to get nervous that you didn’t like him. which was a very rare experience for freddy.

▸ he asks vanessa all abt you. what were you built for? were you a new glamrock? why did you not like him? :(

“officer vanessa! i was looking for you! if i may ask—” freddy’s sentence was cut off with an exasperated sigh from the overworked security officer, barely through her shift and already done with everything. she jus like me fr.

“if it’s about that cat you keep asking about, upper management barely gave me any information. i’ve told you what i know,” vanessa rubs the bridge of her nose, reciting the info she had already told freddy possibly a thousand times, “the new animatronic is under beta testing, currently coded to not be overly social in case people get attached, and probably not going to stay very long.”

his ear twitches at the last part.

“i… i see.” freddy nods thoughtfully, thanking vanessa politely, which she dismisses with a small shrug before walking off.

he doesn’t notice you around the corner, quick to leave the scene before your presence could be discovered.

▸ skittish. that is his first impression of you. your first interaction is nothing more than him grinning at you and greeting you with a “hello!”

this seems to startle you. he expects you to make your escape immediately, as per usual— but to his surprise, you manage to muster up the tiniest “hi” before leaving.

he’s giddy about the exchange all week. the others never hear him shut up about you, freddy always gushing about the progress he made with you.

monty considers decommissioning him over this /j

▸ while vanessa had informed him of the fact you were not particularly socially inclined for the sake of beta testing, freddy began to question if that was the truth. in a few weeks time, with plenty of attempts made to speak to you and the utmost amount of patient, you grow close to freddy.

one day, you express a distaste for the limelight. something about the amount of eyes being on you frightening you, he recalls. and he’s certainly never felt that way— made for the spotlight, made to perform— freddy has a hard time conceptualizing what that might be like. and while he may never understand, he’s determined to help 

▸ no, he won’t force you to be friends with everyone at the pizzaplex and frankly doesn’t think that’s a good idea— but he certainly tries to encourage you to talk to the others who are just as curious about you as he was

freddy can’t help but be worried though. what if chica overwhelms you with her chattiness? what if roxy intimidates you too much? what if monty scares you away? what if sun and moon— well… the daycare attendant is a whole other thing in itself.

so, yes, while wanting you to speak to others and interact, he can’t help but be just the tiniest bit protective. freddy really  doesn’t mean to hover. but yes, he looks out for you always. can’t have any of his hard work be undone! not after he spent so long trying to get you out of your shell.

▸ this ends up in you two developing a system when first meeting the others. freddy accompanies you, holding your paw in his. every so often in the conversation, he squeezes it gently to ask if you’re okay.

one squeeze back for yes, two for no.

this is especially helpful when you get overwhelmed or anxious midway through a conversation and have no idea how to end it. he’ll simply make an excuse and find a quiet place for the two of you to calm down. he’ll always tell you he’s proud of your progress at the end of meeting someone new. slowly but surely, freddy sees you grow into yourself more— and he’s just delighted :))

▸ he’s quick to reassure whenever you’re insecure, earnest as ever. when you grow comfortable enough around him, freddy likes to hold your hand when speaking to you. a very good listener, and an insanely good pep talker.

▸ freddy is busy almost constantly, but he chooses to spend his free time with you!!!!! you contemplate with him what you life will be like after your beta testing stage.

he tries not to think too hard about it. to him, you’re here to stay. you have to be! he’d miss the way you absentmindedly paw at things when your bored, the way your voice box emulates a purr when you’re content, the way your yawn was stupidly cute— annndd yes fine, whatever, he was getting attached.

your shyness may have been coded as a feature to keep people away, to deter any potential attachment before a finalization of your launch in the pizzaplex— but it never deterred freddy. It just drew him in closer. and how special he felt, getting to know you.

-

“i don’t think i’m built to be a glamrock,” you say suddenly, breaking the silence as freddy organizes his room. the gifts from fans are arranged purposefully by him, each one placed with utmost care. you're sitting at the edge of his couch, kneading into a throw pillow absentmindedly as he decorates.

“and what makes you say that?” he questions, gaze focused on putting up a drawing done by a young child, depicting him in an array of messy lines of marker. he straightens it out and places it on the wall, taping it down before giving it a little satisfied pat.

“i’m just not as good as you guys. you’re all total rockstars and i’m just… useless.” you trail off awkwardly, averting your eyes from him. “my consciousness could be programmed into a staff bot and i’d still manage to be lousy.”

he looks at you. a beat of silence before he speaks again.

freddy’s voice is soft. “you’re perfect, superstar. you could be a glamrock. you could be anything.”

you glance up and him. he knows you don’t believe him.

“you have a place here.” he reassures.

“yeah? where?” you challenge.

“with me!” freddy’s response is quick, ears wiggling happily as he declares it— it takes him a moment to process what words just came out of his mouth.

“...and chica, and roxy, and monty— the rest. you’re one of us, now.” he tacks the last part on quickly, feeling bashful.

still, you smile, feeling slightly flustered yourself. “you think so?”

“i’m certain.”

▸ freddy loves you. in all your skittish, awkward, shy glory— he loves you.

naturally, he’s ecstatic to receive the announcement you’re there to stay! he can’t wait to see how you grow into yourself, and of course— he’ll always extend a helping paw when you need him.

— reblogs always appreciated!

[hkevisvlsvso]

Guys I think I just wrote a really short part of some Deon fanfic...

It's like in s2 e12 the scene when Leon comes to the landfill(I have no idea what is it called really in the english dub version so..) and... u know.

Because i just realised that Deniz looks so sad when Leon comes while everyone else looked just angry 😭

The way how Deniz stares at that book like he knows Leon is going to leave him and the whole team but thinks that if he doesn't see it and just focuses on the book, mabye it won't really happen....

BUT, here it is. I'm really bad at english so i hope you understand it😅😅

[(Almost) all the lines were from the finnish dub, idk if it's the same in other languages but mabye it's okay....]

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I look up from the book when I hear footsteps approaching. Leon walks to the landfill looking far too casual. Traitor. A little hope flutters inside me. However, it slows down as soon as Vanessa says:

- Well, who's that? Came to tell us about your big ad campaign?

If Leon was going to apologize, he wouldn't do it after that. I press my gaze to the book and try to focus on the ancient Greek numerical codes. I want to shut out everything around me. I just want to squeeze my eyes shut, and when I open them, Leon comes beside me on the rusty roof of the car and wraps his arms around my neck and gives me something else to think about and figures out a way to get Teufelstopf back and all is well again.

No.

When I open my eyes, I'm still staring at the much too small and monotonous text of the book. Leon snorts.

- actually, I came to apologize for being so busy these days, but if you're like that, I guess it's better that I don't come at all anymore. Ever.

He doesn't know how much his cold voice breaks my heart. But I can be cold too. And I have that right. He is leaving the bunch. I stand up on the roof of the car. Leon has already turned to leave when I say:

- That's what I said too. We can do without a captain like that.

My words feel like a heavy lump on my chest, and a few more pounds are added to that lump when I realize I'm right. Leon was always the one who insisted that no one should ever leave the team. He loved football and the team more than anything in this world, as did I, and that was probably part of the reason I fell for him. But now he is leaving Teufelstopf, the Wild Soccer Bunch, us, me, for fame. I didn't think that he would be the one who leaves the team.

When Leon hears my words, something disappears in his eyes, something inexplicable. At least I think I see it. Or I hope. Or at least I want to.

He doesn't even say anything. Anger and disappointment bubble up inside me. I jumped down from the car. The thump of my feet againstthe ground makes Leon quickly turn towards me. I look at him. At the moment, I would like to just hug him on the one hand, and hit him on the other hand. I clench my hands into fists.

- I fucking koved you, I say way more toxic than i meant to. Though mabye it's just a good thing. I don't know.

I let all the pent-up sadness and frustration come out of my voice because I want him to know I'm serious. I say it so quietly that no one else can hear it, even though I want to scream it into his ear. On the other hand, I probably couldn't make a louder sound than this, almost a whisper, from the stranglehold of grief. Leon looks me in the eyes and for a few moments I may notice sadness in his eyes. Almost as crushing as my grief. Then he just closes his eyes, turns around and leaves. Up until now, I have felt that everything will be alright. But now I know that I don't have Leon anymore, everything is lost.

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It was kinda google translator english but hope you liked it.. I'm not sure if i do?

[sophieenjoysbagels]

i have a thing from november..

Mike:

I don't know why I cry. I just do. I don't mean too. My mom just used to call them little “fits of mine” oh well. but when Abby shows one bit of something everything goes to her. I've been dealing with these all my life, but I can't do anything. It's like I'm in a void. I can't move, talk or anything. My clothes get tight, I hear ringing and I just cry. It's worse when I'm in public. I used to cry just because somebody was touching me on the arm. Luckily, when me and ness met, i got comfortable around him. He's amazing and he helps me alot, mentally. He told me what I have are called “shutdowns” and he understands what I need when I can't. He gives me space, he asks to touch me on the ARM. wow. He even learned all the textures off my clothes and what I eat. Nobody has done that before. Before I took care of Abby I had a girlfriend. She didn't care for me and didn't help me whatsoever, she refused to take me in public because of my little “childish meltdowns”. Ness is way better than her. He also helps with my nightmares. He holds me while I sleep. He MAKES SURE I SLEEP. Like oh my god. I had to go on a double date thing and my little “fits” happened..”

 “Hey Mike, remember we have that double date at the mall at 2.” ness reminded mike for the 5574th time. “...yep. Bye, love you.” “bye mike.” (god i really don't wanna do this. I don't hate them, I just hate the mall even though I work there..) mike was thinking as he fidgeted with the spare change in his baggy jean pocket. (oh god.. I have to go.. wait Vanessa texted me..) we see you loser come over here. (oh god oh god oh god i can't do this today. Great ness texted me too.) on my way mike, you got this. “Huh.. maybe i can” mike thought to himself, walking over dragging his left foot. “U-u-u-u-uh h-hey guys..” (shit i fucked this up already.) “hey mike ya good?” Vanessa obviously questions. (oh good i'm gonna struggle to speak. Where is ne-) “hey guys! Hey mike!” “...” Mike just stands there blinking. Luckily ness got the hint. …”ok lets go order food..” “ how about you and cindy (Vanessa's gf) go and order quickly?” “alrighty.” vannaesa   and Cindy walk off. “Mike.” (why does he have to be so tall?!?!) “...y-eah?” (oh gosh.) “Are you ok? I'm concerned " "uhm yeah… im fine?” “Alright then. (the lunch thing is going ok. although i hated how loud it was and the lights! Why are they so bright? I feel like I'm gonna pass out. And why are my clothes so tight? “...Mike…” I don't know if i can do this? “..mike.” Can I?) “MIKE!” “oh my god do you have to yell!?” Mike screamed, tearing up a little and covering his ears. “Everybody can hear you.” “(ness: i'm gonna take him somewhere to calm down for a bit.)” “yeah.. Of course we understand!” Vanessa said. “Yeah!!” Cindy agreed. “Ok mike.. Walk with me…”

“N-ness im s-sorry -I t-tried…” “mike! I know you did.” “here.” ness said, giving mike a semi full hug while mike still had his hands over his ears. (this is kind of nice. guess he helps.) “Are you ok to go back?” “mhm i guess.” “Well it's your lucky day! We just have to say goodbye then we can leave since I dropped you off at work today.” (sigh..) Yeah ok.” ness walked back to the place where vanessa and cindy were laughing and chatting away. “Hey guys this was great but…” ness points at mike who's behind him staring at his shoes. “Yeah, of course I'm coming over to see mike tomorrow anyway.” “ok..! Bye guys..” “Mike, say bye.” “...bye..im sorry…” “bye mike, it's fine” they both say. As Ness is driving to pick up Abby with mike, he looks over and Mike is sleeping peacefully in the passenger seat. “Seems about right…'' As Ness is waiting for Abby, he puts his hand on top of Mike's. “Hey ness-” “shh.. Your brother is sleeping.” “oh ok!”When they get home Abby goes to her room and ness carries mike inside “hey ness” “yes?” he whispered. “How can you carry mike? “Well he's not that heavy, he's very lightweight.” “alright! Can I have goldfish?” “go for it 🙂”  

next day

knock knock knock. “Oh… uh hey Vannesa!” “hey ness.. How's mike?"He's good. He went to work fine today. I just want to know why he's like that.” “Yeah, same. You should get him to go get tested for something.” “you really think so?!” “yeah.. I know mike said abby had autism and adhd but i don't think he knows its genetic. There's a good chance he has it.” “we can mention it later” “actually- can you do it vanessa? I feel like he would understand better from his best frie-"" I'M HIS BEST FRIEND?!?!? OMG! I'm gonna tear up…..” “Vanessa focus…” “oh yep- sorry! Well ima go to work see ya later!!” “bye!!” “whatever..” Vanessa drives to the empty parking lot of the freddys pizzeria, seeing a familiar car. “MIKE!!” Vanessa calls out, hearing nothing. “Where are the robots..?” She starts racing to the office. Mike is fine, better than fine actually. He fell asleep and all of the robots gathered around him, making sure he's ok. “Get out of here and get back to your stage.” she shooed them away. “Mike..” ngmh “MIKE.” “OK IM SORRY DONT HURT M- oh hi Vannesa..'' Mike flashed his very signature smile. “What do you think you were doing? You know you can't sleep on the job. It's dangerous.” “I know I know, it's just- I've been dealing with stuff and it's-hard to sleep….”

[twilightofthe]

okay i put all my cranky thoughts into a separate post that's now drafted and it made me feel better so i'll be able to watch this episode now lol but if it gets me worked up again i'm posting the rant i'm sorry i cannot be helped or changed or saved <3

ANYWAY AHSOKA EP 2

also i forgot to say so last episode but kevin kiner my ABSOLUTE BELOVED the return of the king is real so happy to have you here my dude the ending and full theme was absolutely gorgeous

anywayyyyyy so i am guessing sabine did not make like satine and survived her shish kabobing

well there's ahsoka

oh yeah there's bean she's fine she'll be fine xD

damn filoni really gave more handwaving to having a character survive a major impalement vs me twisting myself into fucking knots writing anakin getting run through lmao

ahsoka sorry but actually i'm gonna blame u for this you still kinda seem like a mess and i don't think you were a very good teacher to sabine and now ur dropping back in on her when she's convenient to you?

well at least we know why she's so adamant against training baby yoda lol

ope here's goth girl and the fuuuuck is his NAME again i keep calling him fucking bryan

i like the fancy sithy-looking sundial tho

pfff second ep is "toil and trouble" guess we're getting witchy!

OH YEAH WAS SABINE'S KITTY OKAY

THEY BETTER BE OKAY

I SWEAR TO GOD

yea ahsoka what happened to showing up in the nick of time and saving kanan and ezra from inquisitors in rebels u were slowwww girlie

OK GOOD THE CAT IS OKAY

that's all that matters

ope one more droid hanging around ezra's place

GIRL UR SITTING UP ALREADY?!

GIRL HOW CAN U BREATHE

we do love the mechanic girl of my heart

sabine does love her explosions

no huyang hera just likes explosions

sabine works best under explosive pressure we LOVE HER

ope back to corellia i guess? we can reuse the old solo sets?

sabine

you were just

impaled

"but she's not the one who needs to hear it right now" ahhh there's the sabine and hera dialogue. ugh but i'm still not used to natasha and mary i can just hear tiya and vanessa doing it instead :(

WHY DO Y'ALL KEEP MAKING SABINE AND AHSOKA ANGRY EXES TF

"ancient ppl from a distant galaxy" waaaaaaait are they bringing in those eu dudes

no wait i think i remember something about these guys that was mention as the big bad in the canceled animated rebels sequel

or it could just be the chiss lmao

that could be it too, makes sense why they'd want thrawn

ok that is some real cool galactic map visuals i am an absolute sucker for a good starmap

ok but wait how the fuck did y'all get a map to thrawn anyway did the space whales write it

also sorry morgan but i don't personally think thrawn would go for u nothing personal you are hot but you don't quite seem his type

waaaait is fucking thrawn gonna have force sensitivity now THAT would be absolutely hilarious and he'd hate it so much

who's marrok i have no memory

y'all you can't just make thrawn work for you didn't he only work with the empire cuz he had to because it would advantage his people somehow (has read zero thrawn novels and only seen rebels)

please tell me sabine is in the fucking vents of ahsoka's ship

THERE'S THE GHOST WHERE IS CHOPPER

I AM NO LONGER FUCKING ASKING

okay so i think my issue with Mary is she doesn't have any of the same authority and purpose Hera's meant to hav

CHOPPER

CHOPPER

MY MURDERBOT

MY SON

MY ANGEL MY EVERYTHING

Anyway

yeah

oh yeah harping in that the new republic is a total fustercluck

ew a capitalist

bro you know hera used to steal from people like you for the rebellion

sdlkfjsdk omg sabine's mom needs to talk to the teacher to keep her from getting expelled

but also y'all sabine is like 25-30 right now she's not a kid

@ ahsoka bitch you have no fuckin clue what you're doing doooon't talk about readiness

y'know maybe the imperial era just advanced medicine so later impalements don't kill people

oh oh so it IS ezra's!

sabine go find luke he'd love to have you

STOP WITH THE GAY DIALOGUE

ok so yeah she likely doesn't have force sensitvity

goddammit huyang neverMIND

so sabine IS force sensitive :) and kanan and ezra just never brought it up :) great :)

hera my beautiful ship nerd ily

bitch do NOT fuck with hera she has more presence than anyone ever

hera my dude you know better than anyone that if a ship wants to take off you gotta go try and stop it in person

ah i have been waiting like 5 long years to watch hera best pilot there was kick aerial ass

we STAN

chopperrrrrrrrr

oh yeah ahsoka's fighting an inquisitor too lmao

CHOPPER GET THEIR ASS

CHOPPER ADD TO YOUR KILL COUNT

ok this hera and chopper banter is perfect i do love it

VICTORY FOR MY GHOSTS

oh and good job ahsoka lol

aghhh sabine and her therapy cat i'm ;_;

theeeeere's sabine's mando armor

SABINE AND KANAN'S FUCKIN KNIFE I'M GONNA EVEN IGNORE THE BAD MULAN HACKJOB ATTEMPT

okay it seems like mary's kinda on and off for hera so far, she has her moments but she can't hold them

rosario keeps losing me i'm sorryyyyyyyy

natasha is doing GREAT

aaaaaand we redoing the end of the rebels epilogue!

god this makes me miss zeb

and kanan obvs but i've come to accept his death

zeb's still hanging around where is he!!!!!

ah all is right

sabine has her gay haircut back

here we go gay roadtrip to find ezra time

alright so i'm still not really vibing with jedi!sabine at All but i have concluded that this show is watchable but honestly not that good, writing-wise, sorry dave, so i think i'll be able to watch it with my brain turned off

goddammit first i thought the holograms visiting morgan were nightsister witch ghosts xD

RIGHT RIGHT HIS NAME IS BAYLAN NOT BRYAN

morgan stop simping for thrawn i guaranTEE he's not your type

oKAY

we are through with the two episodes! it is very late for me so i'm gonna sit and think on what i've seen so far and shitpost a little. i did really like seeing my rebels blorbos again even if the live action actors don't quite have their groove yet. obviously very excited to retrieve ezra <3 so yeah that was that and i'll be back for more next week!

[aettuddae]

ALSO SORRY FOR TALKING MORE but I js thought about this

that chem teacher is either working for her dad/the mockingbirds OR.. well 😬

daein is extremely vulnerable and love bombing would work on her I fear.. daddy issues and some mommy issues when I tell u a teacher being nice to her (no matter how weird she might think it is).. like validating her and being like ur soo right ❤️BUEBEYEBYE ts not good! I know you can’t really say what’s happening there yet but that doesn’t look so good…

also ur writing is just so good.. like you have me so invested. and this draculaura acc is giving gossip girl. and I LOVE gossip girl. blair waldorf, lily van der wooden, jenny humphrey, and georgina sparks #1 fan do not play. off topic but everyone I know hates vanessa and jenny (gossip girl characters) but I love jenny like. her and blair r so similar I swear the only reason everyone hates jenny is because she’s portrayed as selfish and causing problems but what do y’all think blair does…

I’m js curious if it is inspired by gossip girl or not.. it doesn’t have to be but I’m obsessed with the show so

anyway the mockingbirds interest me.. I don’t know if this was intentional but mockingbirds symbolize innocence and harmlessness but also “the ability to imitate”. specifically (biblical symbolism) it’s the ability to imitate god and that’s kind of exactly what they’re doing like.. they’re playing god ie imitating him. CRAZYY WORK maybe I’m reading into it too much but it’s like the ability to imitate innocence and harmlessness from its members. the organization itself is violent and clearly immoral but nobody knows who the members are because everyone seems “normal”. that is SOOO good to me like I love symbolism it is my favorite thing in the world. even unintentional symbolism.

anyway the worms in my brain love daein and jennie if no one else sees the vision I will literally go write fanfiction just to get people on board I do not play. they remind me of i will by mitski no I will not elaborate

and by the way daein is crack baby by mitski . I would show a picture of the lyrics but I fear this ask is far too long already

-💿

i said don't apologize for yapping in my asks, i don't mind ✋🏼

i can't disclaim any information about future topics of the story, including the chem teacher.

thanks for the compliment to my writing, btw, i'm always trying my best to make the stories good !

the queen of thorns is directly inspired by gossip girl ! it doesn't work the same as gossip girl as if doesn't really disclose secrets, but much rather focuses on tormenting people by talking about them 😭 but the idea came from there ! i have yet to finish gossip girl (i know it's been a million years), but i love the show, i love blair, and i remember liking jenny, but not vanessa. and you're right, blair is literally evil, what's the point of comparison with jenny 😭

about the mockingbirds, to be honest, i chose this bird because of the whole meaning it has in to kill a mockingbird. i did some linking with this idea of "killing innocence" and bringing kids into a secret society that wants to run the school with their ideas and use violence and torture for it, hence killing these children innocence. i didn't know about the imitating and imitating god part, but it fits perfectly with what this society represents and how they move. i knew these birds had a lot of meaning, but it was just the right choice. also, your interpretation is much better than mine 😭

we will be waiting for those daeinnie fanfics. i can't believe jennie and daein have a song before daerina and daejeong, but it kinda fits amazingly

don't worry i got you, here's daein's, it does remind me of her

[errruvande]

10 Characters You'd like to Kiss... on Christmas 🎄🎁

Thank you @thespiritoflife for the tag, I'm a bit late tho, in my best traditions lmao That was so much fun (the most fun was me trying to remember the shows/ movies I love cause I'm slow today lmao)

Vanessa Moschella - Davinci's Demons

Girolamo Riario - Davinci's Demons (i don't accept any criticism, I love my babe)

Lagertha - Vikings

Athelstan - Vikings

Alfred - The Last Kingdom

Ezio Auditore - Assassin's Creed 2

Richard O'Connell - Mummy (1999)

Evelyn O'Connell - Mummy (1999)

Victor - Arcane

Haldir - LOTR

God I think I have a type? I mean, do my eyes deceive me or most of them are look kinda alike? (u tell me 😅)

no pressure tags: @blueberryrock @luna-writes-stuff @claraofthepen @lauwrite1225 @iwenttomordor @my-darling-haldir @mor-wen @legolaslovely @lathalea @aduialel @themerriweathermage 💖

idk how many of you've done this already, I haven't been here the last few days so 🙈

[lemonadesoda]

ok i hope u dont mine me sending 3 at once BUT for the Blorbo Scale ask game 1. AHIT (canon) 2. AHIT again but Hide and Seek edition (yes the ocs so much pls) and 3. Beingverse (self indulgent yes sorry. also has most of my ocs in a convenient actually-readable spot)

Woof you came in swinging

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

1. ...Snatcher. Yeah. He's what started the madness. Credit where it's due.

2. I have to say my guys. I Have To. Lemel and Tevane. I am rotating them in my brain at crazy person levels.

3. Hattie. I love this little savage. So aggro she tore a being out of his own vessel. Swings a sword around. Emotionally complicated and carrying such a loneliness.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

1. Those two little crows on a date in Alpine

2. Hrgngh you haven't met her yet but *Mumble* the ex-caw agent who lives in an apartment with some other bird friends. That will come out in uhhhh 6-7 weeks? idk. anyways lOOK I LIKE THE CROWS

3. I had to think about this one. Tbqh I usually don't latch onto characters for cuteness factor. I think Hattie wins this one again though. Yeah she's a little feral. But she's still babey.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

1. Bow! I know a lot of people like Bow but she is underappreciated by her own creators! Where are her unique diary entries and voice lines??

2. Can I say Moonjumper? Like realistically, I know they're pretty Rated and Appreciated but. Mostly because! They're so fucking funny. I didn't expect them to be the funniest bitch in the Subcon household but they are. I personally think their joke delivery is better than Snatcher's. Like, do other people see it? Do they know?

3. Ean! Is this cheating? Not very many people know him so it's hard to say whether he is underrated or not. I just think he feels underrated. I also rotate him in my head a lot. I feel Something about him, can't really put my exact finger on what. Layres.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

1. Cut content ok? If so, Tim's Friend. So very strange and eldritch. So much possibility. What are you Friend? I don't say much about them but I do get really excited when people do concepts about them.

2. Saria. Shows up very briefly but her impact lingers like a comet trail. Also she's cool as shit.

3. Maradoth Maradoth Maradoth. Granted it was Thousand Enemies that really made me appreciate him, but it has been retroactively applied to Goat Sage Maradoth too now.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

1. Snatcher. Yeah he kills people. But he does it in a looney tunes way so it's funny which makes it morally correct.

2. Sigh. Hh. Tev. It's Tev. Don't ask me any more questions.

3. I kind of want to say Apolonia...like yes she can tear people in half but girl has like, So Many emotional problems oh my god.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

1. Okay this venn diagram is about to look like a circle, but Snatcher. HE'S HILARIOUS. HE'S STUPID, IT'S FUNNY

2. Another circular venn diagram. It's Tev again. He needs to lose his dignity to be free. It's for his health.

3. Brigid?? Sorry!!! She's so normcore, it's fun to put her in Situations.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

1. Vanessa, I guess. Feels like a basic answer, but I just don't really have any investment.

2. I technically eeby deebied her already in H&S, like getting frozen in a time singularity is probably the closest thing to eeby deeby as you get. So to be different, I sentence Director Izen.

3. Honestly who else deserves eeby deeby here? Eilwyn? For the imperialism? Idk she's already super dead so

[mochminnie]

Star Crossed: Harley Quinn(Tv Series) Reader Insert/ OC

Plot: Imagine being Vanessa Rivera and being on the Harley Quinn (TV Series). The reader can always do a self insert and imagine how ever you think she looks like. I don't want to keep writing (y/n) (l/n).

Vanessa is a Super Hero who hangs around with Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. (villains or should I say anti heroes?) Cause if Catwoman hang around them so can she. Batman/Bruce Wayne and Alfred are her mentors, working with Commissioner Gordon who's also her father figure., and going to college with your best friend Barbra Gordon/ Batgirl and fighting crime. She came across Red Hood could be possibly be your nemesis?

Chapter 1

Bruce in his bat suit snuck up behind you in your apartment, "Why are you hanging around Quinn and Ivy?" You were surprised. "What the hell, Batman?" You clumsily fall. Which you should've been use to by now. "Don't sneak up on me like that, what are you doing in my apartment anyways, can't I get my damn privacy?!" Shouldn't he be worrying about Joker or another villains?

    "Vanessa do you realize your spending your time around criminals, villains-" Rolling your eyes. At his lecture, cutting him off. "Bruce your my mentor. Not my father, I get that you care about me, they would never hurt me. If they were, they would have done it by now. Their my friends." Harley dated Joker, the man who killed your best friend Jason Todd. What's revenge gonna do? "It is my job to take these villains down, to protect this city."

    Is he just gonna stand there? "Look Harley didn't do anything to me, she didn't even do anything to Jason, what's a point of going after her? Bruce finally spoke up. "I may not show much emotions but your like my daughter, If they hurt you in any way. I'm sending them straight to Arkham." Without looking at his direction, you kept talking. "Remember that I'm also a crime fighter, with powers, perhaps I don't need gadgets. I'm a god damn witch-" He already leaves with his grappling hook. "Could of just said, your leavin." Muttering.

~Flashback~

Set in

Season 1 Episode 1

     When Ivy and Harley broke out of Arkham you found out their not bad people after all. Helped Harley with a new outfit, cause that jester circus outfit was not it.

After you helped Ivy getting her out of the margarita mix, that looked like acid. "Harley for god's sakes the Joker ain't it. 'THANK U, NEXT'. He treated you like crap and he doesn't own you." Ivy thought of you as the only human she can tolerate, while you told Harley she don't need no man. You froze after seeing one of Joker's men exploded and snapped out of it. 'Yeah, that's not romantic like what is this girl thinking.' You thought.

Harley destroyed The Joker's lair. Both Ivy and you thought she's gonna need some help. Ivy loving her new look and that you did great helping her out. She's an independent women as she is.

    Ivy invited you to her apartment to have some Thai food. "Oh wait, I'll have a green potato curry." Ivy is telling Harley to text her what she wants. Harley said that she's just right here. Ivy on her phone "Yeah. But, I'm not gonna remember it. And then you won't like what I get you. And then you're gonna get some of mine." Harley grunts rolling her eyes. "-Just fucking text it." Ivy said. while looking at phone then turns to you. "Vanessa, what are ya getting?"

    You we're excited, "I'll just go with you and write down what she wants. Oh, I'll get some Pad Thai. I know I'm a basic bitch." Ivy playfully rolling her eyes. "Do you have Venmo?" Then, you both add each other on Venmo.

~End of Flashback~

Vanessa's POV

I hangout with Barbra after are class at my apartment, we tend to have sleepovers. Barbra thought of becoming a crime fighter numerous of times. Oh, I know she got a Batman poster in her room. she should just go for it. She got great hand to hand combat. I don't see why she can't start soon. It would of been badass the both of us could be a duo. Still got school along  with Barbra. She knew about my crime fighting. Kinda living the double life, nobody seems to care me keeping it a down low. People probably think about me as a low of the lowest list of heroes. Which can be humiliating. "I just realized I haven't asked how is it working with my dad and Batman?" I'm glad that I can speak to someone about my job. She STAN Batman. Like how can you not? "Barb I been working with them for years.. Your just asking me now?"

"Uhhh, yeah!!! You know how much I STAN him right?!" This is the many times she's Fan girling. I don't really mind. She would look through my closet full of my crime fighting outfits. I would even show her my powers. Whenever I touch an object or a person I can sometimes see their past/future, sense others emotions, telekinesis, and I have many others. "They take their job seriously, at times I would be stunned by his moves, gadgets. You're dad in the other hand he's stress out like all the time." Barbra gave me a 'oh I know' kind of look yet she feels bad for him. "I know he's trying his best to protect Gotham from the villains.  He needs a break, plus Batman wouldn't hangout with him. I thought they were friends. But, Batman's harsh." I imitate Batman, by making my voice go deeper and a bit raspy. "We're just coworkers." She, giggles. I even told her that I worked with Teen Titans and what's it like and you were inside the Titan Tower. The both of us get some froyo, it's fucking amazing. It's better than ice cream. Think of all of these topping. "I see that you been around super villains."

"They aren't necessarily villains, I'd say their more of anti-heroes." Barb just gave me a look. "I know what your going to ask me Barb, Batman was pissed off about it, he wants to take her back to Arkham." That's a hustle for trying to convince him that Harley is never like the Joker and never want to hurt the innocent. She's just lost because she was literally was in a bath full of acid that, all she ever want is Joker. She different now she got a crew. She can be something else at times. Running around she can destroy everything and talks to herself.

[transgender-train]

I won't say (I'm in Love) || Raven x Mapel

If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that No girl is worth the aggravation That's ancient history, been there, done that Raven smiled at their brother "You're hair is so fluffy!" they said as they ruffled it, Nio laughed "thank you, Big R" Mapel rolled her eyes at the sight. 'Parentless children again.' she thought, the younger sibling, Nio, ran inside the school building. "Have a g-good day, Nio!" "You too, Raven!" they turned and saw Mapel "Hello miss!" Raven smiled as they greeted the woman. "Hello" "You must work here! M-my name is R-Raven!" "I'm Mapel, but most people call me Ms.Brownz" they smiled "Mapel B-Brownz is a pretty n-name" "A-ah.. Thank you, Raven." her heart gave a flutter as Raven walked away.

'Fuck, Nio's sibling is cute.' She thought but shook her head, 'No no! Don't get your heart broken again' She walked in Wisdom Start Grade School and sighed. Who d'you think you're kidding She's the earth and heaven to you Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you Girl you can't conceal it We know how you're feeling Who you thinking of Mapel told her friend Vanessa about the whole thing, she chuckled "Wow, talk about having philophobia!" Vanessa was the mental health teacher. She only rolled her eyes in response about it "I'm not in love with a.. weirdo." Vanessa tilted her head "Seems like ya are, and that's fine" Mapel shook her head "You're just saying that so I don't have to third wheel anymore, huh" Vanessa chuckled, and nodded. "You remind of the first time i met my husband." she looked at Nessa "Can I just conceal it" "Nope" "Ugh." No chance no way I won't say it, no no (You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh) It's too cliche I won't say I'm in love I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out My head is screaming "Get a grip girl Unless you're dying to cry your heart out"

"I'm not in love, Joi!" "Oh please, you basically froze when they looked at you!" she blushed at his pointed "Shut up.." Joi laughed in response. "I maybe bisexual but they're not my type!" he looked at her "You were sighing- no, swooning for them!" he said "Joi you aren't helping." he shrugged "C'mon, they might not remember you, because it's been 10 years, but you can try." she looked at her brother and shook her head "That only happens in movies and books, this is life" he looked back at her "Who says we aren't in a writing right now?" Mapel giggled "You're right"

Girl you can't deny it Who you are is how you're feeling Baby we're not buying Hon we saw you hit the ceiling Face it like a grown-up When you gonna own up that you got got got it bad Mapel walked up to Raven "O-oh! Hello, M-ms. Brownz!" by now it had been 4-5 months, Mapel didn't know how long it had been. "Please don't call me that" Raven nodded "So, Mapel, what's behind your back?" Mapel bit her bottom lip, she was really about to do this.. she showed them a bouquet of orange Roses and yellow Sunflowers. They blushed slightly and took the flowers, "T-these are m-my favorite f-flowers, Mapel.." she only bit the inside of her cheek "You like them?" Raven nodded, grinning happily "O-of course i d-do!" she took a deep breath, her mind screamed 'No chance no way I won't say it, no no' but her heart screamed 'Give up, give in, check the grin you're in love' "Raven, will you.." This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love "Jeez, this is harder than I thought, hehe.." Raven smiled warmly "I-it's okay, I h-ave the d-day off!" We'll do it until you admit you're in love Mapel looked Raven in their eyes "Raven, will you.. u-uhmm" the blush crept down from her face to her neck, they tilted their head in confusion.

You're way off base I won't say it Curse Raven for being so cute when confused, Mapel's blush only grew, she could feel how red it was. "Raven Daylights, will you go on a.. uhmm.." Get off my case I won't say it "I-it's okay, M-Mapel Bro-Brownz, t-ake your time!" Raven had so much patience with Mapel, just like she did when they had a concussion and was blind for 2 years straight when they both were 8. "Raven D-Daylights, w-will you g-go.. o-on a.." She was strutting from nervous-ness.. Girl don't be proud it's okay you're in love "Raven Daylights, the love of my life, will you go on a date with me?" Mapel said fastly, they blushed and shook their head "R-repeat th-at?!" "Raven, the love of my life, will you go on a date with me?" Raven kissed her in response, a quick peck was all it was "Y-yes! O-oh my g-oodness! I w-would l-ove too!" Mapel smiled and hugged back. At least out loud I won't say I'm in love

[swearronchanel]

My thoughts during 6.04🙃

You know me by now, I have a lot running through my head when I watch Call The Midwife but don’t we all?? Just saying now it’s long lol

“Our deepest desires are never simple” already deep af Vanessa

MY BBY TRIXIE is SERVING LOOKS😍 LOVE HER OUTFIT

SHE’S ON THE KEEP FIT SIGN AH

What’s up with Sister J dramatically putting on her veil?

Patrick’s going to give Shelagh roses aw omg

Why is he acting so weird with Tim?

Keep fit lit, shit I need to get fit again 😂 I’m going to Miami in less than a month & I’m fat damn Lmaoo whoops

SHELAGH💕😭 my bby. We are regressing in wardrobe though, what happen to the cuter nighties

“I prefer pink anyway” aww

Don’t fuck with Sister Douglas. She’s not taking any shit

Trixie smacking Barbara hips emphasizing “sensible briefs” 😂😂

Shelagh in the wheelchair, I can’t 😭😪 don’t cry bby

PHYLLIS, A GEM

Trixie if you’re unfit then what am I?

“I’m hanging on too”  😭💔

I need Trixie’s black pyjamas, also I need to look like Helen George like how do I become that perfect ?

But being more realistic, I want Trixie’s wardrobe

Poor Marnie

But um that kid is too big to be in a pram?? I see so many too old kids in coches all the time in Manhattan & it bothers me lol

Aw Shelagh laying down, she’s so pretty omg

fuck she’s bleeding again no

BRB CRYING AS SHE CRIES

Tom is so handsome but I don’t like the gelled up hair

Also glad Trixie asked him to visit Marnie

“Elderly primigravida, aged 36” there’s everyone’s answer 😭 so what is Shelagh & Patricks exact age difference?

My poor bby 💔💔 you don’t deserve this

This doctor is kinda an asshole wtf?! I will fight him. He can catch these firey hands for his shitty bedside manner with bby

Yes Shelagh you tell him!

“They’ve gone to hell in a handcart” me handling this semester to be honest

{Phyllis on being akela} “I find small boys exasperating” SAME, THEY ARE GREMLINS AH, I don’t like little boys older than like 7 years old😂

Did I mention I love Phyllis yet? Cause I do

@ dot, I don’t see you helping her keep her flat but you want her child?

I👏🏼don't👏🏼like👏🏼this👏🏼Doctor👏🏼

FUCK YES DELIA, TELL HIM, “though she be but little she is fierce”

I’m pretty sure that’s what Anna had in Downton Abbey?? why do they make it seem like it’s a new producer?

PHYLLIS TESTING WHISTLES, YES.JUST YES. I APPULD EVERY THING SHE DOES

So Trixie picked out magazines & Phyllis sent candy but UGGHH I’m still upset we didn’t have any scenes of anyone at Nonnatus finding out she was pregnant or hospitalized ??

“We may have to stop hoping and we were without hope for any kind of years” KNIFE IN MY HEART & TEARS IN MY EYES

I cry 90% of the time Laura Main is on screen

SHE’S SPECTACULAR BUT PLS @ WRITERS GIVE HER HAPPIER SCENES TO PLAY & PROTECT MY BBY AT ALL COSTS. I’m serious. ** Also again I’ll say it till I die Laura Main (& this show in general) does not get the recognition she deserves

I’m looking at you Golden Globes/SAG/ etc. Downton was nominated for everything, but it’s time to move on.

Don’t come at @ me though I love downton

Gloria is also breaking my heart too, she’s staying so positive though 😭💔

No one gives a shit about your doorbell dot (also is her hair a wig cause I kinda hate it)

“He said he wanted his own flesh and blood or nothing”  that makes me so sad & upset

Sister Julienne genuinely excited about a new midwife is adorable & she is an angel

Yes Trixie! SISTER MC IS NOT A PARCEL!? But a tracking number would be convenient at the moment. WHERE IS SHE ?!  

So is Tom going to tell Marnie he was adopted?

Why is everyone acting like Shelagh didn’t adopt Angela that a young mother that couldn’t keep her?

Glad I knew Trixie and Barbara already knew that Tom was adopted because I would���ve wondered why they didn’t say anything

Violet is so cute haha

Ew the gremlins are here

PHYLLIS HAS THEM TRAINED LIKE PUPPIES I LOVE IT

Can Angela speak? Serious question

YES TIM, IT’S ABOUT TIME YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. Like seriously there’s no way a 15yr old is always so agreeable with their parents

“Go to the pub” I’m dead

Tim snuck out to the hospital omg my heart

Aw Delia letting him in 😭thank u deels! but why did no one visit Shelagh wtf? not even sister Julienne??

Forceps oh no. OMG THIS LOOKS SO PAINFUL

and after watching this show for song long it doesn’t phase me? but I still don’t like to think about giving birth one day lmaoo

“He’s a man” lol but it was also about time Shelagh & Tim had a cute scene😭😭

PATRICK BOUGHT BEER FOR THEM AW

also makes me kinda nauseas to think about alcohol right now because I drank a little too much last night whoops

WOW PATRICK AND TIM, THIS WAS CUTE FATHER & SON TIME

Now is baby Turner going to be a boy of girl?? They have one of each & it could go either way

NO POOR GLORIA💔I can’t take it

ugh and Shelagh’s face again I cry

Sister Winifred actually getting some attention

holy shit this is all so sad I can’t

Tom is short for Thomas? Seems obvious but I never thought about it

En el nombre del Padre y del Hijo y del Espiritu Santo, Amen💔 & sister Winifred doing the cross😭 it always reminds me of my abuela because she always does that if you say something hypothetically tragic. Actually she just does it a lot.

“You can cry if you want to. There will be better days than this” I’m crying & I really like Sister Douglas

“So no Americans?” “and No men” 😂 PHYLLIS I LOVE YOU BUT GIVE US A CHANCE?

I’m sad that Phyllis would probably not like me

A lot of us suck but not me damn it.😭 I wish they’d write a story for an American even if it’s for like 2 mins as an extra, I’D PLAY IT FOR FREE. Yo could you imagine? I’d be shook

SISTER MJ’S REACTIONS TO ALL THE APPLICANTS KNOCKING ON THE DOOR ARE KILLING ME I LOVE HER. I NEED THAT IN GIF FORM

I also need to screenshot sister j with her hand to her head because that’s me 24/7

“Nursing treats young working class girls the way the world treats women. They’re all over them when there’s a war on. Afterwards, nobody wants to know.” PHYLLIS FucKING CRANE I LOVE YOU.

this Shelagh and Gloria scene is making me cry once again 😪😪

Why didn’t Tom tell Marnie he was adopted? I thought that was happening, maybe not

SISTER J IN A PUB AH

“Is this what is known as a lady’s glass?” THIS IS GREAT IM HERE FOR SISTER J IN THE PUB, SHE KNOWS WHAT’S UP TOO

Still conflicted on Valarie/Valerie (Idk?¿) because I liked her in episode 2 but um she seemed lowkey racist in the clip from the casebook so?

WAIT MARNIE’S KEEPING THE BABY?

ALSO DID THEY PAY HER RENT?

“I’ve got this idea in my head that next year, or that the year after, it’ll be a lovely bunny day and I’ll be down chrisp street market, pushing a pram and somewhere near the flower stall, I’ll look up and I’ll see you pushing a pram and we’ll smile, and we’ll pass the time of day” “that would be lovely wouldn’t it?” I AM NOT OKAY😭😭

GLORIA’S DREAM BETTER COME TRUE

I really didn’t think Marnie was keeping the baby though

Now I feel sad for Dot because she has to give him back

“I wanted a particular doctor and he has a very busy schedule” OMG IT’S PATRICK. I LOVE SISTER DOUGLAS

HE HEARS THE HEARTBEAT. NOW SHE DOES, HER FACE AHHH

I AM DROWNING IN MY OWN TEARS OVER HERE. SAVE ME. WHY AM I SO EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED?

Didn’t that one magazine say Tom was going to comfort Shelagh though? We were played Lmaoo

Sister J basically said she had the job already so what’s the big deal about the letter?

Aw the park, Let’s get it 1962👏🏼👏🏼

SHELAGH WAS DISCHARGED, I AM SO HAPPY. LOOK AT MY BBY SMILING 😭💕 PLS NO MORE SADNESS FOR THE TURNERS THIS SERIES

THIS CHARIOT RACE IS ALSO THE GREATEST THING

MY BBY TRIXIE IN HER LEOTARD OUTSIDE 💖

SISTER JULIENNE PUSHING DELIA & SISTER WINIFRED PUSHING SISTER MONICA JOAN. I LOVE IT SO MUCH

I’m so caught up in all this I missed whatever the hell Vanessa Redgrave said but I’m sure it was profound 😭😭

BONUS NEXT WEEK’S PREVIEW:

The real test will be if she gets on with everyone, wait where is she going to sleep? Sister MC’s room?? Delia’s??

Aw that’s Reggie I presume 😭

Vi and Fred getting a storyline though

“Together we’re going to save the borough’s teeth” why does it amuse me?😂

TRIXIE’S LOVE INTEREST IS A DENTIST? He better be worthy of my bby because I’m not dealing with any bullshit, she deserves the world. & No she doesn’t need a boyfriend at all but like I’m still here for it & more Trixie screen time is good to me

SISTER MJ CRYING? WHY??

Oh shit that’s why. Where tf is Sister Mary Cynthia? Northfield? Fuck I’m not going to be ready for next week

Like not at all. 99.9% chance I will be sobbing

[calumcest]

you were so funny when you were 16! i just read the one based on the you belong with me video again and it's so cute and so funny. NOOO PLEASE DON'T DELETE THE 1950 FIC!! listen you can't please. you already didn't give us an end for the office and the train buddy au don't take the 1950 fic away too. this is wonderful news i mean i'm living for your writing and 100k of britpop drama will be soooooo great 😅 (1/5)

(2/5) omg 🙈😊 oh no i don't mind at all! technically i have to thank one direction for teaching me 😅 i mean i learnt the basics in school but i really didn't grasp the language until i started listening to one direction which led to more time on tumblr, watching interviews and reading fanfiction. then i started watching tv shows and reading all my books in english and that helped a lot as well and gave me like an overall understanding of the rules and stuff so i just go by what feels right

(3/5) i mean i haven't listened to a single english version of their songs so i can't really judge 😅 can't bring myself to do it they are like inherently german to me but i'm also shocked your friends even knew the song?? always shocked to find out german things are known somewhere else as well. you are correct this is like the only time cases managed to produce a very nice distinction bc in die nacht is so so so much better.

(4/5) omg you are right calum makes this so perfect with his football experience & michael as i think her name was vanessa fits as well.. she was kinda sassy and pretty badass if i remember it correctly. luke as nerv so everybody can be annoyed at him. idk who ashton could be.. honestly forgot everybody else.. atl as the rest of the team. can you tell i'm too invested in even just the idea of this au?

(5/5) oooh really? 😊 that'd be so great i love get together fics so much and the beginning of this one is so great 🙈 that's so understandable driving in the city is like the worst and most stressful thing ever 😅 very happy you didn't crash the car though! 💕 -spoiler twin

omg stop that one is so badly written it makes me CRINGE i cant believe u like it...we need to have words spoiler twin we really do. however i don’t want to get your hopes up but i have potentially maybe started another chapter of the train buddies au but i can’t be promising anything just was toying around with it a few weeks ago...

omg thats wild? thats so cool that u managed to learn it so perfectly through media like that damn your talent...i wish i could pick up other languages like that FRENCH i’m looking at u 

omg dont theyre so weird like why would you listen to him saying running through the monsoon beyond the world when you could scream ICH MUSS DURCH DEN MONSUUUUUUUUUN HINTER DIE WELLLLLLLT also it just sounds strange because you can clearly tell its not as comfortable? maybe its different now bc theyve lived in the states for so long but definitely in the early english stuff it doesn’t flow as nicely as the german stuff and also i love their german accents. theres one german song we had to listen to at a level which is uhh (google help me please) nur noch kurz die welt retten by tim bendzko and i genuinely LOVE the way he says ‘vierzig’ the only line i remember of that song is noch hundertachtundvierzig mails checken because i looooove the way he says vierzig like fürzig but yes! tokio hotel were actually quite well known in the uk at one point ages ago surprisingly ALSO on that topic theres a tv show called deutschland 83 that is big in the uk and loads of people love and its a german tv show but NOBODY in germany has ever heard of it???? its so fucking good i dont understand 

OMG YEAH...god you’re absolutely right and ashton can be calum/jimi blue’s brother who gets really aggy about everything luke as nerv is seriously just so accurate i love it so much he is the nerv of 5sos 

yoou’re CORRECT and everybody in london seems to think the highway code is like. optional. nobody follows any rules and it stresses me out