#no and she does that thing where she’s like fine i’m just annoyed i’m clearly just some crazy person!! Like. girl did i say that

[greatooglymooglyyy]

Lovers and Friends 2 (M.S.)

summary: when y/n's boyfriend invites her out to a dinner a week before her birthday, the last thing she's expecting is to get broken up with. but little does she know, it opens a window for her bestfriend, matt, to tell her what he's been trying to for years; that he's hopelessly in love with her. headed off to vegas for her dream music festival, matt (and the rest of their crew) try to find a way to open her eyes to what she's been blind to for years... that it's been them all along.

executive produced & cowritten by sienna @rootbeerworshiper

contains: pining, brokenhearted reader, fluff, cussing, flashbacks (in italics), 2.4k words, dual pov

a/n: sigh, i couldn't bring myself to proofread tn. maybe tmw. also ik the real lovers and friends festival is only one day BUT i needed it to be 3 days so just vibe lil baby

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Y/N's POV

“How the fuck are you still not done packing?” Nick questions, standing there like a disappointed father while I shove random articles of clothing into my suitcase.

“I….. well I’m not sure. I just procrastinated.” I reply, a slight wash of embarrassment settling over me as I attempt to zip up an already full pouch in the suitcase.

Madi just laughs from the couch, her bags packed and placed neatly beside her. “Y/N always takes forever to pack. It’s just who she is."

“Well I want to meet the person who’s great idea it was to book plane tickets for a six am departure time.” I groan, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I think about what else I might need.

“Hey, are we ready to go?” A familiar voice says, walking out of his bedroom on the main floor.

“There you go! The man of the hour.” Nick jokes, gesturing towards Matt who’s walking towards the living room with freshly wet hair and a duffle bag slung on his shoulders.

“Y/N, are you still not done packing?” Matt questions, walking over to me after setting down his bag on the floor.

I look up at him, scolding him with my eyes. “No, I'm not done Matthew. Someone decided to book the world’s earliest flight.”

He chuckles softly, bending down to my level and beginning to help you repack slightly, his hands rolling up my clothes smaller than I could have.

For whatever reason I can’t bring myself to look away, infatuated by his focus as he tucks away random shirts into my suitcase.

This is until his eyes meet mine, looking up at me and holding my gaze for a moment. My head keeps telling me to look away, but it’s as if my body is speaking for me, our eyes maintaining contact until someone walks in, the sound of the front door breaking the hold we shared.

I cough, clearing my throat as Nate makes his way up the stairs. “Are we ready to go?” he asks, making his hands comfortable on his hips.

Before I can speak, Matt answers. “Yeah I think we’re good now”

“Wait where the fuck is Chris?” Nick asks, standing up from his spot on the couch next to Madi.

“Did no one wake him up?” Nate questions. “This happened last time too.”

I laugh at the irony of being judged for packing at the last minute when a member of our group is still sound asleep. “He’ll be fine. It takes him two seconds to pack.”

“Christopher!” Nick singsongs, skipping out of the room and heading to annoy Chris awake. Nate laughs and trails behind, yelling something about the city that never sleeps.

Madi and I share a long-suffering look before I turn back to Matt and shrug. “I think I’ve got everything.”

He sweeps his eyes over the room doing a last scan, his eyes stalling on the kitchen counter. “You’re not taking your glasses?”

“Nah. I’ll put my contacts in when we get there. I don’t really need to see anything before that.” I say as I place my suitcase on the ground and yank up the handle.

“Okay.” Matt says, hesitating and dragging out the word like he’s unsure.

Before I can respond, Nate and Nick come back up the stairs, each of them holding one of Chris’ bags. He trails behind them, yawning and clearly cranky. When he sees us staring at him, he throws us a hard glance. “What are you looking at motherfuckers? We going to Vegas or what?”

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After we get through security, we sit in our section huddled over Nick’s phone as he explains the itinerary. I squint down at the phone, throwing daggers at Matt when he gives me a pointed look. Okay so maybe he was right about the glasses. So what? Broken clocks babe.

“Wait!” I cut in as I look at Sunday’s lineup. “What if we miss N-Sync?”

“Then I’ll do my little dancey-dance.” Nate mutters under his breath and Madi pushes his shoulder.

“We won’t.” She assures me and I smile at her gratefully.

My phone pings alerting me that my ex has posted and my face drops. Before I can open Instagram, Nick looks over my shoulder and sighs. He holds out his hand and gives me a stern face. “Give me your phone. I’m deleting the app.”

“But-”

“Y/N. You are not spending your birthday trip cyberstalking this fucking loser. Phone.”

I groan and hand over the phone, dropping my head onto Chris’ arm who pats my back awkwardly. Nick grins and hands me my phone back sans Instagram. “There. Download it back and I’ll hurt you.”

Over the intercom, an attendant calls for our group so we stand to line up. I walk over to Madi and link our arms since we had to get seats a few rows behind the rest of our group. “I downloaded the Corpse Bride just for you babe.” I say as we make it to our line.

“Um, actually” Madi says, pulling away from me, her face showing a tinge of panic. “Matt, is it okay if we switch seats? I have something I need to talk to Nick about.”

Matt looks confused for a fraction of a second but nods and steps out of line, swapping spots with her.

I look between all my friends with a raised eyebrow, the feeling that I’m missing something rising. “What do you-” I start to ask but Matt cuts me off, uncharacteristically loud.

“What’s your favorite song of the week?” He asks, giving me a small private smile. I grin at the question, pulling out my phone to check.

“favorite color?” matt scrawls out, sliding a piece of paper across the desk when our teacher turns back to the board.

“light pink” i write back quickly, watching his reaction and smirking before he even writes back.

“basic.”

“okay mr.blue” i toss him an joking evil eye when i pass the note back and he bites his lip to hide a smile.

“favorite song?”

i stare at the note for a long time, tapping my pen against my chin, before i finally answer. “that’s impossible to answer. there’s too many to pick from.”

matt thinks for a while, leaning back into his chair. “what’s your favorite of the week?”

“probably selfcare by mac. why?”

he smiles over at me when he passes the sheet back. “i’ll keep asking you every week. maybe one day something will stick.”

And for the last six years, he’s done exactly that, remembering to ask like clockwork. I look up at him from under my lashes, already knowing he’s going to make fun of me. “Okay, hear me out.”

“Oh god-”

When we take off, I connect Matt and I’s headphones both to my phone so I can play him my throwback playlist. He’s being a bit of a hater but I know if we weren’t in public, he’d be jumping around and dancing to Jay Sean’s Down.

I huff in frustration as I bring my phone closer to my face, feeling a lot like a grandma. Matt leans down and grabs his backpack from between his legs, reaching inside and pulling out my glasses. I laugh without meaning to and give him a grateful smile. “You’re such a know-it-all.”

“Someone’s got to be.” He responds, leaning over my seat and hitting skip when Akon comes on.

As a 90’s love song starts up, I notice Matt bouncing his leg a bit like he does when he’s nervous. I furrow my brows that this, knowing he’s not usually an anxious flier. When I drop my head on his shoulder, he stills immediately so I keep it there, closing my eyes and letting the music take me away. The last thing I register before I fall asleep is the pressure of Matt resting his head gently on top of mine.

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“Wake up, Madi!” I say as I flop onto her bed. “Let’s go see the turtles.”

She's been crashed out in the bed since we made it to the hotel an hour ago and she's showing no signs of moving soon.

“Go. Away.”

I can definitely understand her want for a nap after that flight but thankfully I’m wide awake. Matt and I managed to sleep the entire flight away unlike our friends. They apparently started up an entire Candy Crush tournament complete with a betting ring. Madi, the saint that you are.

“C’mon. You gotta get up for Y/N and Matt.” Nick says. When I throw him a puzzled look, he adds hastily, “and Nate and Chris!”

Weird.

Madi groans but rolls out of bed like a trooper to Nick and I’s chants of encouragement. While she goes to touch up her makeup and Nick makes sure the boys are ready, I order the Uber. When it’s confirmed, I open my messages, reading the one I received last night for the hundredth time.

‘i’m sorry. i wish it was you"

My fingers hover over the keyboard as a million replies rush to my head but I force myself to put the phone down instead. I’m on my dream trip with people who love me. Somehow I can make that be enough. Even if I wasn’t enough for Asher.

When we pull up to the aquarium, I’m bouncing with excitement. I look over at Chris knowing he loves shit like this just as much as me. “What’s first?”

To my left, Nate opens up the map of the aquarium, looking like a dad on vacation. “I vote seahorses.”

“Lame!” I protest, looking over his shoulder. “They have a fucking shark tunnel, bro.”

“But can their males get pregnant?” Chris retorts as if that is the most obvious deciding factor there could be. I roll my eyes and look back as Matt gently touches my elbow.

“I’ll go with you to the sharks and we can meet back up later.”

I clap excitedly before waving at the rest of our group and heading upstairs.

“It’s been a lot of me and you so far, huh? Hope you’re not getting sick of me.” I joke as we step to the side and allow a mom with a stroller to pass us.

But Matt doesn’t laugh, he just shakes his head giving me a quiet and earnest, “Not possible.”

In the tunnel, we stand shoulder to shoulder and look up as a tiger shark swims over our heads. I glance over at Matt, noticing how the reflection of the water tinges his face a cool blue, and let my eyes wander down his jawline.

When he flicks his eyes back to me, I look away, pointing at a shark in the distance. “I wish she’d come closer. She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah. She is.” He replies, but when I look back at him he’s not looking into the tank at all. When I open my mouth to question him, I hear someone call our names.

“What, Nick?” Matt says, sounding a bit irritated.

“They are going to let us hold the baby turtles!” He says, his voice pitching up in excitement.

At this, Matt and I share a glance before we take off out of the tunnel, pushing each other childishly to be the first in line.

While we’re waiting for the show-and-tell to start, sitting criss-cross applesauce like a bunch of kids, my phone dings so I pull it out. My heart drops when I open a text from one of my friends with a screenshot of Asher’s instagram story.

It’s a picture of him and Olivia, her sitting casually in his lap while they both grin. When I look closer, I realize that I know the background; they are at his parent’s house. He’s already brought her home to them. My eyes start to water and I stand up.

The same Asher who told me time and time again that he just ‘wasn’t the Instagram official type’. The same Asher who only let me meet his mom once after months of asking.

“Are you okay?” Madi asks, standing with me and looking down at my phone. When she sees the picture, she whispers a quiet, “oh” and wraps her arms around me.

Chris takes the phone out of my hand and almost immediately starts ranting which is more than I can handle right now.

“I’m going to head back to the hotel. You guys should stay.” I say, grabbing my phone back and ordering another Uber.

“You’re not going back alone. Are you crazy?” Nate says, standing with the rest of the group.

I sigh in frustration, trying not to snap at them. I know they are just trying to help. “Please. I need to be by myself.”

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Matt POV

Thanking my Uber driver, I get out of the car with my bag and gently close the door. After Y/N left the aquarium, the day was pretty much over for me. After we sat together watching her location to make sure she got back to the hotel safely, I was the next to go.

I headed off to the store to get some of her favorite things in the hopes of maybe saving the first night of her trip. For some reason, I’m full of nerves as I knock on her room door. But to my surprise, Nick swings the door open instead of her.

“Oh, hey Matt. We were wondering where you were.” He says, his voice holding a bit of relief.

I give him a weary smile and peer over his shoulder, noticing Madi and Y/N sitting in the bed, all three of their faces covered in a lime green mask. Nick steps back to let me in and I stroll awkwardly over to stand in front of her.

“I…uh…got you some stuff. Thought it might make you feel a little better.” I say as I hand her the bag. Her eyes light up as she looks through the bag and I smile, taking in her face. She’s obviously been crying, the reddening of her eyes giving her away, but she seems okay.

“That is so sweet, Matty. You didn’t have to.” She says, reaching up and touching my arm.

I shrug, not knowing how to tell her I’d do it a thousand more times just to see her smile. “It’s nothing.”

I tell them all goodnight and head back to my room. As I leave the room, I hear Nick tell a joke and Y/N’s genuine full laughter. I pause outside the door, leaning against it for a second and smile sadly.

I’m just glad she has someone with her to make her laugh, someone that gives her comfort. Even if it’s not me. Even if it never is.

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[harrywavycurly]

Hi Sarah!! Could we maybe see the conversation between one night reader and Eddie when he gets her into the van to take her home?🩷🩷

Hiii babes!! Sure!! This is a very random conversation because keep in mind it’s fully 3am when Eddie goes to pick her up😂 but enjoy!!💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Eddie thinks just maybe you’re delusional from the lack of sleep because no way you actually just said that to him*

“You’re kinda cute when you’re all…annoyed.” “What?” “Your face…it does this like thing when you’re annoyed like…your lips purse and your jaw kinda clenches…it’s not good to always clench your jaw by the way.” “Uhm then maybe…stop annoying me and I won’t have to clench it so much.” “Maybe I annoy you because it’s when I think you’re the cutest?” “Uh…you really haven’t slept have you?” “I took a nap in my car…where are you going?” “I don’t trust you to actually go to sleep at your place alone so I’m taking you to…my house.” “You don’t trust me?” “At the moment? No….why are you looking like that?…oh fuck don’t cry…please don’t cry.” “I’m sorry I kept Dotty Anne out so late okay but she wouldn’t let me sleep she kept kicking and I’m sorry I went to Lover’s Lake but that doesn’t mean you can just tell me you don’t trust me…that’s so fucking rude Eddie.” “Who the fuck is Dotty Anne?” “The baby…” “who’s baby?” “Who’s baby? Who’s fucking baby do you think asshole?…god you’re so mean.” “Okay okay pause for like ten seconds…I didn’t mean it when I said I don’t trust you I just don’t think if I take you home that you’ll go to sleep so I’d rather take you somewhere that I can actually make sure you get some rest….now as for Dotty Anne…I just wasn’t aware we were discussing baby names already so it just…took my off guard…I’m sorry so can you please stop crying.” “Why can’t you just be the sleep police at my house?” “Uh…I didn’t…think of that.” “Clearly…so…you don’t like Dotty Anne?” “Uhm it’s…cute…” “Wayne suggested it.” “If we name her that he’s never gonna let us forget it…” “will you rub my feet when we get home?” “What?” “Oh are you not into feet anymore?” “I was never…into feet.” “Is that a no?….or a yes?” “It’s a let’s just see how you feel once you get wrapped up in that damn pillow and if you need me to…fine I’ll rub your feet.” “If there was a chart for all the baby daddy’s in the world I’d put a gold star next to your name…for today at least.” “Thanks…”

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[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 21: The Concert

Every time they're not on camera I simultaneously feel so relieved for them and so upset that I don't get to watch. Messed up of me, but hey. Remember that slightly disturbing quote where Paul said he actually does believe he's kind of public property and he's fine with that?

He looks so determined. Like the fairy tale prince staring down the dragon or Enjolras about to hijack a funeral (Literally my baby was conceived after I watched this in IMAX so if that tells you anything about my feelings . . . I'm going to be annoying I'm sorry I can't help it)

Her legs look so good in those tights! I love that Mo came not because her boyfriend needs his mommy but because she wants to see them perform! Kissing her on the mouth right now.

Danger boy Paul!

Fun fact, I was this John for Halloween in 2021 to a college party. My hair was already like that, and I had dirty white keds and black jeans, so I just did fake sideburns, fake glasses, and a fake fur coat. I tried to get my best friend to be Paul. She wanted to be a hooker, and I was like “It’s the same thing!”

See, look at him and his whorish ways!

John’s little lip-bit smile. He’s so happy with himself nailing that solo. Cutie. 

Cocky boys. As they should be. I love when they’re proud of their work together. Get Back is 95% just Looks between John and Paul, isn’t it?

John and Paul instantly jump into their little “humble working class entertainers” act. You know what just occurred to me? You know how they talked about the “rattle your jewelry” comment backstage and Paul dared John to say it? I wonder if they talked about the “audition” comment too.

It really is a beautiful thing they’re doing. It’s lovely, watching everyon leave their desk jobs and their shopping and whatever else to sit in their fire escapes and congregate in the street and huddle together on rooftops. It really is just like the happy end in a sixties zeitgeist movie. 

All the girls nervous to be too enthusiastic after years of being made fun of themselves and watching others like them being mocked on TV. Let girls like things, damnit!

Mo jamming! I’m in love.

John mouthing Paul’s lyrics.

“Paul McCartney singing that. What a voice.” Literally me if time travel existed. 

“And if SOMEBODY loved me like she does,” Well, it is good manners to look at the person you’re talking to, I guess. But you do have an audience, John. And a mic and a camera. 

“Absolutely disrupt all the business in this area.” Yes! Get those blue meanies, boys!

“No lay rishi gahd blay bloojaygoo” should replace all the stupid quotes the Lennon estate puts on everything they sell. Then I’d actually want their shit. Paul trying to magic the words from his head into John’s there. Successfully, though.

That “Pleeeeeheeeeease” is one of the prettiest beatles vocal moments. I love it with all my heart. And clearly, so does Paul. Doing that thing he does, inappropriately thrusting into his bass. 

Oh my gosh it’s the song Paul and John do together on tour right now!

That “Yyyyyeeeeeah, yeaaaaaah!” (I mean the whole song, the whole concert, but especially that) does things to me. 

John’s extremely blurry, because he turned his head quick enough to give him whiplash there, sorry everyone. But look! They’re having the time of their lives! They just love performing together so much!

Everyone goes to check on their accumulating audience. (except Paul. Wonder what that’s about.)Ringo’s little pleasantly surprised smile is so so sweet!

It must be so fun for them to be performing One after 909 again after all these years. Bitter sweet with everything that’s changed since then. 

LMAO Kevin thank you for your service!

He’s a silly cutie.

The mic in the street asking that girl if she’d like them to come back every lunchtime. Imagine if they did? How cute would that be? Like back to their cavern lunchtime shows. Maybe that could’ve saved them.

Them playing God Save the Queen reminds me of that story where Brian was like, “This bigger manager wants to buy your contract from me, and I just wanted to be straight with you. They could probably get better deals for you.” and they were like, “If you sell us to him we’re only playing God Save the Queen from that moment on.” It’s probably a fake story, but that’s what it made me think of. 

I always think that quote of Paul’s is so strange, where he was like “I never got the chance to watch John while we were playing.” Like. What are you talking about, baby?

Literally “Uh. Yeah. Uh. Yeah.” Fucking his bass. Staring at John. Okay? And I’m not supposed to take that and run with it? I’m not supposed to assume from that that you want to fuck your songwriting partner?

I think he genuinely wants to get arrested. I really do. I think he wants them all to get arrested so they can finally be alone in a room together. A lovely cell for four. Just shimmying at them. And Billy looking at him like, Bro. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Paul’s “woo” and shimmy :: John’s “woo” and weird little kick move. And Paul looks so fond, of course. 

God bless Mal for stalling those little fucks as long as humanly possible. And Debbie! “Don’t actually go on the roof because it’s overweight.” Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!

Absolutely LOVE John and George turning their amps back on. That’s right. You guys are what’s keeping the country going at this point, so if you want to play on your roof they better let you play on your roof and say thank you.

All the times when they just simultaneously turn to each other. Like, yes, this is our que to stare hungrily into each other’s eyes. 

My stomach just dropped at those words across the screen. “This was the Beatles’ last public performance.” We know, Peter Jackson. You don’t have to remind us. Jeez. 

John and Paul’s two very different but equally important leadership roles in the band at work here at the end of the concert. John delivers his iconic line, makes everyone laugh, and seals the band’s last performance with a very tight bow. Meanwhile, Paul’s climbing the gate to bypass the crowd and schmooze the police out of arresting Mal. 

THIS is sooo cute. Heads buried together and John’s very sweet, “‘s’matter? Hmm?” 

George is so cute here in the control room afterward. No wonder they don’t listen to his not wanting to do things, honestly, if he acts like this after. “What’s the law say why you can’t do that? Well how disturbing the peace? Yeah, I’m for taking over London. And every rock group in the world all on different buildings, playing the same tune.” Adorable.

Poor John. It breaks my heart that he doesn’t think his little lyric flub is funny. He’s disappointed in himself. I wish he could see that that’s one of the things everyone loves about him. George was grinning ear to ear about it. For fuck’s sake, that’s one of the reasons Paul fell in love with you in the first place. If only John could see himself the way we see him, you know? 

This little moment cracks me up. John always has to be mommy’s naughty little boy, and Yoko does a very sweet job of playing her part here. 

Linda and Paul are so touchy and clingy and it’s very romantic and I love that Ringo joins in and makes fun of them.   

The whole after-show glow for everyone was just so palpable and fantastic. I wish they could've gone on performing together. Clearly it made all of them very happy.

#and that's that #Apparently we've got a bonus day though that I forgot existed #so that's nice #Or not for anyone that was excited to not see these on your dash lol #tumblr live #paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

[radioappleheadcanons]

Part 2 of this headcanon which was bouncing around my head and which @redwolf0413 freed

Alastor, for all he rags on Lucifer for being upset with him for what dream!Al, does the same. Or, well he’s only really done it once but the drama he caused was far more than any the blond had. The dream in question was one where Lucifer ended up being charmed by Vox, stopped supporting Alastor, and trash-talked several topics that Alastor trusted him with.

The deer demon was livid about it. It didn’t matter that he knew the king wouldn’t use those things against him. It didn’t matter that Vox was quite literally the person he was angry about Alastor interacting with. Doesn’t matter that no longer supporting him would hurt Charlie. None of it matters. He was just angry.

So angry that he, much like his partner, refused to talk and was very snippy with everyone else. But he is aware that he’s being hypercritical which is part of why he refuses to talk. Eventually, someone makes a comment comparing his behavior to Lucifer’s and he stiffens, which gives him away. Lucifer is a little annoyed about this. Because he knows how it feels, and it makes sense but at least he tells Alastor so they can fix it. After several attempts to get it out of him, the others give up. Alastor clearly isn’t going to be talking to them anytime soon. Charlie makes up an excuse to send the pair of them off to an empty part of the Hotel, hoping that if it's just the two of them, Alastor will talk.

They get to the room they’re supposed to be setting up. Alastor is still ignoring the king. Lucifer is getting exasperated. Neither of them noticed the drone outside the window. Why is there a drone you might ask?

Well, this is after the accidental broadcast incident and Vox is determined to find out who this mysterious fake rival is. Lucifer is behind a pillar, putting up décor, so he’s not in frame. Alastor is because he’s a drama queen who refuses to help. Lucifer finally gets him to talk by mentioning how he’ll do anything in his power to fix whatever dream!him did. Alastor immediately lets it out and snaps about what happened.

Vox scrambles to turn the audio on the drone, cursing Velvette for convincing him that he was being dumb having them at full power and completely on at all times. By the time he gets it working, and the drone close enough to hear, Alastor is finishing his rant. “And that is the kind of slight I cannot forgive!” Vox is thrilled. If this is the supposed worthy rival, they’re screwed up really badly! Worse than even Vox had when they had their falling out.

He can’t hear the other person, and seriously? Again? Do they have some kind of muffle voice magic?

“Well yes, I know it’s a misunderstanding! But it’s still unforgivable! …. Yes, he is. I know! I am well aware that I am not being reasonable! Do you think I’m happy about it?…… No, but……. I suppose you're right. What? No comment about how you're right?…. That’s sweet of you. You are disgustingly sweet, you know that?…… Hmmm yes, you did promise that, didn’t you? A risky thing, to promise to do anything to fix this….. What if I asked you to swear to me, with a binding promise, not to interact with him?…. It is not unreasonable!…… Well fine, I suppose never interacting is extreme. How about never taking his side?…… When would that even happen?….. Oh! I do like that wording! Yes, a binding promise for that will do.”

Vox is outraged. How dare Alastor do this? Agree to forgive something he swore he never would, letting the perpetrator have a say in the terms of forgiveness. To be so open and willing to explain why he was upset with them.

Things he had never given Vox the chance to do. He’s furious, and shorts out the power, as well as the drone. This draws RadioApple’s attention, and they go to tell the others. Alastor, feeling much better though still mad at Vox, volunteers to visit the Vees to see what they’re up to. Velvette calls Vox when the Radio Demon gets there, unaware that she should handle the situation. Vox comes up and just starts screaming at the other.

When it becomes clear that the other Overlord has no clue who the other person in the conversion was nor why they were fighting Alastor laughs, pleased, and leaves. Vox is still having his meltdown. Velvette regrets her decision to not just deal with Alastor herself.

#radioapple #duckiedeer #💚 aka mine #long post #hazbin vox

[h0r0gur4mu]

everyone who writes and supports miles smut can block me, that includes 42 btw.

PLEASE SHARE THIS TO ANYONE WHO SUPPORTS AGED UP MINORS (SPECIFICALLY MILES MORALES)

TW: BELOW THE CUT IS DISCUSSION OF P//DO, UNDERAGE CONTENT. (I don’t go too far into detail but I know some people have been affected by it).

elaboration on why aging up (for sexual purposes) is bad

miles is canonically 15 and dont even pull that “he’s aged up” shit with me cause you know damn well on aged up fanfics they use pictures of CANON MILES. so its pretty obvious u have the teen in your mind. and you know what the ones that are around his age are annoying too but it doesnt put nearly of a bad taste in my mouth as the GROWN ASS ADULTS who make that shit.

and btw dont go and say “oh, it’s hormones and plus miles has hormones” and to that i have to say:

1. if you are a child who likes miles like that, fine, deal with that shit in private tho. you posting s*xual content of a minor is catering to creepy adults online

2. if you’re an adult saying that shit then i can say nothing less that you have the mindset of a groomer. You’re not very far from the mfs who say that “teenage girls are at their ripe age at 16.” you as an adult SHOULD NOT be using teenagers having hormones to your advantage and excuse. That’s disgusting.

“they’re just a fictional character” 😟 can you get a grip? go outside. Miles is a fictional character who is BUILT and DESIGNED to look like a teenager. And astv aint that unrealistic that you can say he’s ambiguous. He’s not. And even if he was he does activities that I do as a teen—I go to high school, I’m nervous about my future—miles is literally a relatable teen, as he was designed to be.

“Then stop looking for the smut posts.” I DONT NEED TO! It infiltrates my ASTV tag and at times the Hobie Brown tags too. You act like your tags aren’t public. If someone wanted to read a Miles fic that was normal fluff they would have to scroll through some smut too!

anyway thats all and dont even both coming up in my comments and reposts throwing a hissy fit you niggas r weird asf and can block me. maybe then id see less weird shit on my tag page. do us all a favor and log off.

+ Update: His ages from any other media isn’t a valid excuse. If you were clearly writing for canon adult miles you wouldn’t have astv miles as the icons and astv as the tag.

+ Update: Miles is CANONICALLY 15 in the first movie, and somewhere in the last movie he was YOUNGER. As mentioned above, mentioning other media as an excuse is bs when in the movies your writing for (itsv, atsv) he’s clearly a minor.

+ The thing that pisses me off the most is how ya’ll act like the people who are uncomfortable are weird. Are you not writing s*xual content about a 15 year old on a daily basis? please.

+ Fiction DOES affect reality. Why do you think people have nightmares after horror? Why does a sad film make people cry? Why does a deep movie change perspective?

+ In the scene where Miles argues with his parents, he says something along the lines of “I’m 15!!!” So if you think he’s not underage, you either didn’t pay attention or don’t have google. Plus what 18 year old discusses college that late? (without any other discussions prior?)

+ if you like little boys stop tryna hide that you like little boys it makes you even more manipulative and gross. no but in all seriousness telling minors that behavior is okay has gotta be SOME form of grooming on a more subtle scale. sorry if that’s too bold for ya’ll but as someone who’s been tricked into thinking content like this was okay when I was younger, I can confirm that this isn’t okay.

+ If to prove character that’s canonically a minor isn’t one you have to pull up seven different source materials that barely correlate to the one you write for, that character is still a fucking minor! It’s giving “she’s actually 3000!!!” when she looks 8.

yeah. kay bye!!!

#astv x reader #miles morales x reader #42!miles x reader #42!miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles x you #aged up miles #hobie brown x reader #miles is 15 #miles morales smut

[mirconreadzztuff22]

- “ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END.”

TW: (death, blades, assassination)

You and Sevika worked together under Silco for years. As time grew, so did your bond between one another. From small glances at meetings, to Sevika offering her cloak whenever you needed it more than her, to Sevika bringing you on dates, to Sevika bringing you home with her. It was all fun. It always has been. Though, as they say, nothing lasts forever. A few minutes before your date with Sevika, Silco called Sevika in. Sevika told you to wait for her at Jericho’s meanwhile she takes care of some things. With a nod, you left and went to Jericho’s without any other thought. Boy was that a mistake.

When Sevika went into Silco’s office, Silco had told her to lock the door behind her, to which she did. With a cigar in his hand, Silco spoke; “Thank you for arriving on such short notice.” Sevika simply hummed. “What’s this all about?” Sevika questioned as she sat down. She was a little bit impatient, as she wanted to go on a date with you as soon as possible, but Silco was being a hold-up. With a sigh, Silco turned his chair around to face Sevika. “Them.” Silco simply said as he pulled up your file. Sevika reached over to grab it, to see it was you. She didn’t necessarily like where this was going, for good reason. Though, she kept her mouth shut. “They’re a problem.” Silco informed Sevika, his eyes narrowed as he taps his cigar on the desk.

Rightfully so, Sevika got upset, as she put the file down. “How’s that so?” Sevika asked, practically glaring Silco down, though, he didn’t falter. “They’re deadweight. They have done nothing practical. Either way, they’re rebelling.” Silco tells Sevika straight up, which gets her more pissed than she would like to have admitted. It was true, after Jinx’s stunts and Silco’s lack of action, you started to agree with Finn. Even with Silco’s punishment, you still stood with Finn, much to Sevika’s dismay. “They’re aren’t useless. They have done a lot over these shitty years. You act as if Finn isn’t the one to blame either.” Sevika tells Silco, clearly furious. Silco shook his head as he leaned back against his chair. “He won’t be a problem for long. For now, I need them gone.” Silco ordered. Sevika wasn’t taking any of this, as it made her sick to her stomach.

“..I’m not doing that shit.” Sevika retorts, her fists in a ball. “That wasn’t a request, Sevika.” Silco told her, his gaze hardened. “If you don’t, I’ll just let Ran take care of such matters.” Silco said as he sat up, but Sevika immediately got in his way. “No! I’ll..” Sevika yelled out before sighing, looking down at the ground, still furious. But if you had to go down, she wanted to be the one who does it. “I’ll get it done.” Sevika finally mumbled, not bothering to look at the man before her. Silco hummed as he sat back down. “Good. Now leave.” Silco demanded coldly, to which Sevika stomped out of his office, slamming the door behind her. She had to prevent herself from doing something stupid, so she took a few deep breaths and stomped over to Jericho’s, heading over to your date.

After a while, there you were, talking with Jericho before noticing Sevika. You told Jericho to hold on before getting up from the stool and heading over to Sevika. “Hey! What took you so long! Was Silco eating at you or something?” You asked jokingly as you walked Sevika to a stool next to yours. Sevika already felt guilty enough, but she tried to be subtle about it. “That’s one way to put it.” Sevika replied, forcing a half-assed chuckle, though, you just thought she was annoyed after it all. Soon, you two sat down together and ordered your meals. As the date went on, everything was fine; well, for you anyway. This whole time Sevika was thinking ‘why? How?’ Sometimes you even had to make her snap out of her thoughts because she spaced out.

Later on, you and Sevika finally payed for your food and drinks before heading off. During the whole date, Sevika had a plan and decided to bring it to action. Soon, Sevika held your hand and dragged you to an alleyway. “Why are we going this way? Home is on the right” You asked Sevika. Sevika didn’t reply. All she did was hug you. “I’m sorry.” Sevika mumbled, her eyes closed as she held you tight. You were really confused now. “For what, Sev.?” You asked once more, looking up at Sevika. “This.”

Was all Sevika said before she unsheathed her blade from her knuckles in her mechanical arm and stabbed you in the abdomen. This whole time, Sevika held you close. You gasped into her, holding onto her. As you embraced the pain from being impaled, Sevika muttered “I’m sorry” once again. “I’m sorry we couldn’t last.” Sevika whispered, getting teary eyed. “I love you..” was the last thing you heard from Sevika before you had your final breath, closing your eyes and slipping away from her. Once you had gone cold, Sevika held onto you for a little longer, a few tears slipping down.

As they say, everything is temporary.

#arcane #sevika arcane #sevika #jinx mentioned #silco mentioned #arcane silco #silco #finn arcane #finn arcane mentioned #sevika x you #sevika x reader #sevika x y/n #fuck silco #angst with no comfort #Spotify #jericho arcane mentioned #jericho arcane

[rewatching-sam-and-dean]

My Commentary on Rob and Rich Reviewing (4x14) Sex and Violence

I was listening to the latest Supernatural Then and Now Podcast (The Siren Episode) and I had to stop it after the Rob and Rich review to write down my thoughts because it annoyed me so much.

The guys both thought the episode was okay, but a bunch of things “bumped” for them. This is fine, and everyone is entitled to their own opinion about an episode, but some of the things that “bumped” for them “bump” for me.

My thoughts under the cut …

Bump # 1 - The Siren turning out to be a man

So, both Rs had an issue with the siren being a man since the lore showed them as women, and I think, because in real mythology they are women. Though they conceded that the a male siren could be a thing too, it seemed to really bother them that the siren ended up not being about a sexual connection with the brothers (though Rich saw the flask sharing scene as flirtatious … because no guys have ever shared a flask, including, Dean and Bobby).

I’m sorry, but the siren targeting the brothers, and using a version of an ideal brother to get to Dean isn’t a plot hole or a “stretch” or something, it’s an interesting choice and it’s exactly the point of the episode. While many men are vulnerable to a pretty woman who is into them, Dean just wants Sam. He wants his relationship with Sam to be better. In particular, he’s so worried about Sam and insecure in their bond that he wants a Sam who likes what he likes but, more importantly, one who listens to him and doesn’t hide things from him. And I know I’ve written about this before on a previous post, but Dean doesn’t NEED the siren to be a hot girl; he can find one of those easily. He needs a Sam he can trust. That’s the whole point. The show is drawing the comparison between sexual intimacy/romantic companionship (usually one of the most desired things in literature/media) to the brothers relationship to show how much brotherhood matters to Dean in particular (in this case).

The way the male siren actor portrays its interest in the brothers, to me, is very much like it’s intrigued and excited that it found a high even better than the sexual desire that it usually feeds off of. When the siren feels how desperate Dean is for the bond with Sam to be fixed, it finds him more interesting than it’s usual target. Dean’s longing for Sam (not sexual) is even stronger than the sexual desire or romantic companionship that the siren usually feeds off of, so much so that the siren changes its entire MO to go after the brothers.

Bump # 2 - The Doctor sleeping with Sam (when she isn’t the siren) is weird

So, the Rs disagreed on the “bumpiness” of this one. Rob thought it was weird that the doctor would just decide to sleep with Sam (at work), while it didn’t bother Rich because … Jared Padalecki. Sound argument (in this case), Rich.

Still, the doctor is a little unusual, and her behaviour is clearly intended to be a misdirect, but the show does a good enough job of suggesting she had a bad breakup (or worse) and is now just sort of living in the moment, so her behaviour doesn’t bother me. Also, Sam is hot.

What is stranger than the doctor’s behaviour, for the audience who knows him, is Sam having sex with her I that moment. Not only that, but Sam is very chill when she’s hitting on him, where in the past, Sam has often been a little shy or awkward with women that he’s been attracted to or interested in. So no, this is not Sam’s usual MO to sleep with the doctor, especially when we know he and Ruby are or were also sleeping together. Sam is not acting entirely like his usual self. And he hasn’t been acting entirely like himself for a while now.

Bump # 3 - The Siren telling the boys to fight each other and saying the winner can “be with” him

I don’t know why they had an issue with this. The siren literally explains that it loves the rush of having people willing to do anything for it, even kill people they love. What the siren tells the brothers doesn’t matter because it’s not like it’s really planning to have a relationship with the brother who wins the fight. And the boys are already infected at this point, so it’s just giving them incentive to fight. It’s not sticky about the sexual-ness of people’s need for the siren, it’s about the desperation they have to be with it (in whatever way).

Bump #4 - Sam dismissing the Doctor after sleeping with her.

The guys were both bothered by Sam not bothering to say goodbye to the doctor, and they mentioned that it seemed sort of old-school (womanizing?). Rob said that Sam dismissing her was more like something Dean would do than Sam. I know that I already said this, but this is the whole point. Sam hasn’t been acting like his old self. This isn’t an accidental writing mistake, where the writer accidentally wrote Sam more like Dean. Sam is different now.

It also isn’t like Sam to call Dean weak, or ridicule him for being messed up from his experience in hell. Season 2 Sam would never, and Season 3 Sam wouldn’t either. Season 4 Sam has changed from the trauma of losing Dean, drinking demon blood, and having Ruby in his ear.

Also, to play devils advocate on myself, Sam has actually left towns before without saying goodbye to the girl he had a connection with, maybe not after sleeping with her, but it’s not wholly out of character for him to leave without saying goodbye (I’m not criticizing him for this). Also, I really don’t think that doctor was looking for anything more from Sam beyond hooking up in her office, so this doesn’t bother me much.

Final thoughts

Anyway, I’m not arguing that everyone has to love every episode, or even like all the ones that I do. I’m not even arguing that people need to like Sex and Violence because it really can be a little uncomfortable, and there is a bit of a sexual undercurrent to it all, even though that’s not the sirens intention with the brother. That’s also not exactly new on Supernatural. However, it’s weird to me that so many of the things that “bumped” for Rob and Rich seem to me like very deliberate choices by the writers, not careless mistakes or pointlessly out of character. This episode reveals a lot about where Sam and Dean are at this point in the season, both individually and in their relationship.

Granted, I have the benefit of watching the episode and knowing where it’s all leading, but this is what sort of bothers me about hearing people discuss the show who are doing it for a purpose and are probably only half-invested in the story. They miss things that seem like they should be really clear. Also, it’s funny when they find things uncomfortably sexual in relation to Sam and Dean (they didn’t outright say that, but I think it was implied in what they said) and act like it’s a surprise or out of place. Again, this isn’t new. They obviously listened to too many hellers if they didn’t realize that Sam and Dean are weirdly close at times or that the show makes some pretty blatant parallels between them and couples or makes quasi-incestuous connections between Sam and Dean.

I have nothing else to add here. This was mostly just a rant, but feel free to add your two cents if you made it this far.

#supernatural #my thoughts #Rob and Rich critical #mildly #Sex and Violence #SPN Then and Now

[thegurlwhoisntthere]

Okay, so I can’t believe I’m writing this, the Maribat/Daminette fandom has me by the throat so, here we are

There are a lot of fics where Damian comes to Paris and they click and he gets the Black cat miraculous for various reasons, and also a lot where Marinette goes to Gotham with generally the same outcomes, but what about a fic where Damian and his class go on a trip to Paris before Hawkmoth first attacks.

Like, he’s 13 and forced into this trip because the fam wants him to experience more than just being a vigilante and he hates it. His school has a program with Marinette’s, so at the beginning of the year they pack up and plan to spend two weeks in Paris.

This trip just so happens to coincide with when Master Fu is looking for his new Ladybug and Black Cat (y’all see where I’m going with this?)

In this Au, Adrien makes it to the school sooner and misses Master Fu because he’s testing Marinette. Adrien still gets to go to school, because he deserves happiness, but he’s able to get there the first day, and so avoids the whole gum thing that make Marinette hate him, but also sees what Chloe does to Marinette which really changes his initial perspective of school. He would definitely be a temp hero later, but he gets to enjoy being a normal rebellious teen.

Anyway, so Adrien Misses Fu, so who’s going to be the Cat? Well, Damian’s school pulls up at the same time Adrien would have.

The class stops to do a head count and give the general speech of why they’re there in front of the school and Damian’s planning on slipping away because he’s 13 and thinks this is all a waste of his time. He thinks that if he can make it back to the hotel without anyone noticing he’ll be able to make an argument that they forgot him and that he should be allowed to go home (can you see where I’m taking my inspiration from?). Unfortunately for him, Fu sees this and does his test (the fall). All his classmates don’t do anything because they’re from Gotham and are suspicious of everything (and also it’s Paris and they don’t want to be scammed) and the teachers don’t notice. Damian, however, does notice. He considers leaving anyway because it’s not his problem, but he’s been Robin for almost 3 or 4 years at this point and, contrary to what some people might say, has grown a lot. He would feel guilty and maybe even a little unworthy of Robin if he didn’t stop for 2 seconds to help this old man up.

It goes quite similarly to how it did with Adrien, he helps Fu up, but gets caught and can no longer run away from the class.

Basically, this au is a “what if Damian was The Black Cat from the start?”

I have a lot more ideas, but here’s just a few:

Damian isn’t Chat Noir, but I haven’t looked up any cat related names that he could be yet.

As the cat, Damian acts a lot more fun than he normally would allow himself. He’s not Chat Noir level, but this is the first time in his life where literally no one knows who he is and is monitoring his behavior, nor does he have anyone’s expectations on him for who he should be.

He’s initially annoyed with Ladybug, because she’s so clearly untrained, unconfident, and unprepared, but then she comes up with the plan that shows what she could be capable of, and the speech and he might have a crush, but brushes it off as grudgingly respecting her

He 100% plans on training her and their partnership is more equal than what the show portrays it as, because one of my main problems with the actual show is that chat noir, despite being her partner is often shoved aside and given the sidekick role

Damian doesn’t tell his family what’s happening. As far as they’re aware, Paris is fine. Normally he would have, but he had no time until after the fight and he really enjoyed being the cat that he’s like “I’ll tell them later” which keeps being pushed back.

At the end of the trip he somehow talks his family into letting him actually transfer to Paris so he can stay as the cat

He is baffled that this works, but they are all so happy that he’s taking an interest in something other than Robin and Superheroing that they jump on letting him before realizing that it means he’s gonna be in Paris for months.

Dick is sad about this later, so is Bruce and Alfred and the others, but he’s the most vocal about it.

Damian is also baffled that they haven’t figured out what’s going on by now and as everyday passes he gets more and more annoyed by the fact that his so called family of detectives have realized that he’s decided if they can’t figure it out, he’s not telling them.

He has not figured out that magic is preventing knowledge of this from leaving Paris and even if it didn’t, Magic is protecting his identity.

He acts annoyed by Plagg, but he actually loves him so much

His cat outfit is still fun with the ears and tail, but it’s a lot more elaborate and has a utility belt and a lot of hidden things

In fact, because it’s so elaborate, Marinette’s boring suit only stays for the first time she transforms. Once the fight finishes her little fashion designer brain can’t stop thinking about it and comes up with a new design after consulting Tikki.

Of course, she only has the idea of the costume down, because by the time they finalize it, she sees the news and has her depression moment, so the first time she wears it is when she saves Alya.

Due to this first change, her outfit would constantly be changing throughout her time as Ladybug, as she learns more about fighting and what she’s comfortable with, as well as what’s actually possible with magic and the miraculous.

By the end of the year her firs are going to be crazy (wait till she finds out she can change her actual eyes (both color and the pupils and-) hair colors and length)

She will eventually bully Damian into making some changes but he’s generally happy with the first design.

They also know each others identities a lot sooner because Damian actually knows the benefits and his cold logic is able to cut through a lot of her anxiety.

It still doesn’t happen until at least the second season tho.

Y’all I have so much more, but this is getting long and I’ve got things to do so tell me if u want more or feel free to add your own ideas!!!

#batman #batfam #dc #mlb #mlb fandom #mlb marinette #mlb x dc #mlbxdc #dc x mlb #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #au #miraculous au #dc au #damian wayne #dc damian wayne #robin #dc robin

[zuppizup]

First Kiss (again)

Previous ficlet - Swords

The first thing Callum feels when the world comes back is pain.

Blinding pain.

His body quivers and jerks, and he cries out as every muscle constricts in agonising cramp.

“Shush, Callum...”

Soft hands across his brow, soothing his tight, painful muscles with a gentle caress.

“Rayla?” His voice quivers and shakes as he forces his eyes open. Or rather, eye open. One of them seems swollen shut.

The world beyond her face is dark and blurry, but he figures out she’s sitting cross-legged, his head cradled in her lap.

“Hi.” She smiles shakily at him, her hands still gentle on his face. She’s pale and tired looking, eyes red and glassy.

“What happened?” He croaks, trying to look around, but his vision swims... confusing shafts of light against deep shadow. The continuing pitch and roll of the ship. A persistent smell of mould and damp.

“I don’t know.” She swallows, her voice tight. “I woke up in here with you.”

“Where are we?” He closes his eyes against the rising nausea.

“The brig.” She sighs, and it is only then he becomes aware of the heavy biting shackles on his wrists and ankles.

“They hurt you.” He opens his eyes again, blurry vision just able to make out the trail of dried blood snaking it’s way around her neck and down her throat.

“I’m fine, Callum.” Her fingers smooth his brow as she smiles softly at him. “You’re the one who was struck by lightning.”

Frowning, he reaches for her, wanting somehow to wipe away the blood, but the shackles pull at his wrist, and he doesn’t have the strength to fight against them.

“Rest, Callum.” She takes his hand in hers, squeezing his fingers as she lays them both gently on his chest.

“We have to get out of here.” He pushes himself up, but his muscles won’t obey him, and he crashes into her, gasping in pain.

“Callum!” Rayla grabs him by the shoulders, their chains echoing loudly.

“So, he’s alive then?”  

Rayla turns to face Nyx, shielding Callum with her body. “What do you want?”

“Not as scary as usual, love bug number one.” Nyx smirks at them through the bars. “Maybe if you both didn’t look like you were about to puke.”

“You double crossed us.” Callum tries to glare at her, but he can barely remain upright, which Rayla clearly spots. Attention no longer on Nyx, she encourages him to lean into her, any other position too awkward around their shackled wrists.

“As much as I like you guys, I’m not exactly willing to get myself killed for you.” She frowns at them, then glances over her shoulder. “You need to rest. You’ll need to be in better shape than this if you want to make a run for it.” Her voice is lowered, barely audible over the creaking ship.

“What are you talking about?” Rayla still sounds annoyed at Nyx, but Callum can detect the faint hint of hope in her voice.

“Just be ready.” She steps away from the bars once again. “Or as ready as you can be.”

They hear a door open and close, and then they’re alone again.

“Think we can trust her?” Rayla sighs, shifting a little so she can look at him.

“I’m not sure we have a choice.” His eyes fall to the dried blood on her neck, and he reaches out to touch the back of her head, wishing he could do something about the cut that caused it.

Despite their dire circumstances, Rayla blushes a little, leaning forward to rest her head against his. “You should rest.”

Her breath tickles his cheek, and he wants to protest, but he’s so tired, even from this small exertion. Rayla looks like she’s about to fall over too though. “We both should.”

“I’ll keep watch.” She encourages him to lay down, leaning back against the wall as she does so.

“Rest, Rayla.” He reclines in her lap again, fingers seeking hers. “What else can they do to us?”

“I’m watching you, dummy.” She smiles softly, squeezing his fingers with one hand while the other begins to brush the hair back from his forehead. “Just struck by lightning? Remember?”

“No.” He attempts to smirk at her, and from the genuine smile on her face, it seems he makes a passable attempt.

“Well, thanks for proving my point.” She raises an eyebrow, ruffling his hair a fraction.

Callum smiles at her, raising their joined hands and pressing his lips to her fingers. She takes a shaky breath, biting her lip as she tries to blink back tears.

Unsuccessfully.

One lands on his cheek, warm and wet.

The illusion of cool, controlled Rayla is cracking. Breaking.

Bending over, Rayla kisses the spot where it lands. He lifts his other hand and wraps it around her shoulder as much as the awkward position allows.

It’s hardly comfortable for either of them. The brig is cold and wet and smells foul. They’re both hurt, tired, and hungry. He wants to kiss her properly, but she seems to be crying more now, and so he holds her instead.

She might be watching over him, but he’s going to watch over her, too.

Next prompt - End of the world

#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #rayla #callum #the dragon prince #tdp #the dragon prince fanfic #tdp fanfic #rayllum's bad vibes rodeo #rayllum week 2023 #zuppi fanfic #zup tumblr ficlets

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Me Rating the Super Mario Bros movie characters performances (now that the Euphoria of the movie has calmed down)

Spoilers below

Mario:

Everyone wants to bag on Chris for being Mario. But I will say, He pulled it off well. There was an accent and if you weren’t listening for it, you probably wouldn’t know it was Chris Pratt voicing him. Say what you will, but Chris knows how to voice act the Everyman hero type. That’s Mario. His love for his brother and Captain America levels of determination make him admirable and not stale. The decision to go more for a Brooklyn accent was a nod to the 1980’s show and I appreciate it. It’s nothing spectacular but it’s what was needed for Mario. 7.5/10

Luigi:

Charlie day was near perfect casting for Luigi. I will be honest, I thought this would just be Charlie day voicing luigi and while funny he usually would teeter on annoying. But for his performance, Luigi had great comedic timing, relatable, supportive and cowardly. It’s honestly captures luigi perfectly. He does get some great lines, I will say the only flaw is how he was sidelined. It felt less like a Mario bros. Movie and more like a Mario and Donkey Kong movie. But in the third act he does bring in some good chops. I do like how they maximized his performance. 8.5/10

Peach:

Anya Taylor-joy as Peach. So I’m conflicted here. It’s not a bad performance, but I wouldn’t say the voice felt like peach. When Peach has the softer moments and is acting like a ruler, I think she is great. But the first half of the movie, she felt surprisingly cold to Mario. And I get that he is a stranger, but peach’s whole bit is her compassion and care. Peach can kick ass, that’s not the issue (plenty of source material shows she can hold her own) my problem is that she felt like she was missing her sweetness. Near the end we see her soften and it could be argued that Peach wasn’t really feeling sweet because of the situation… but anyone whose played a Mario game knows that’s not an issue. She didn’t need to be a damsel in distress, I just like when my peaches are sweeter. Also I wanted some Mareach. But I’m not gonna reflect that in the rating 5/10.

Donkey Kong

It’s just Seth Rogen’s voice. Now it’s not an awful performance. But everytime he spoke, I heard Seth. That being said, the character was fine. I liked Mario and DK’s Frenemy dynamic. They clearly butt heads and compete. It’s amusing. That being said, I wish Luigi got more scenes, instead of Seth Kong. He is never irritating, I do enjoy the cockiness and overall flare, but I wish they did something more with it 5/10

Toad:

Keegan Micheal-key’s Take on Toad is inspired. I found myself enjoying whenever Toad is on screen. I had no worries regarding his performance. But similar to Luigi, he isn’t given much to do. His main thing is a couple of gags and moving the plot along. I love him and wish he had more time given. 8/10

Kamek:

Kevin Micheal Richardson didn’t just do good in this roll, HE ABSOLUTELY SLAYED as Kamek. The loyal servant/father figure/ hype man of Bowser nails that slimy ness and fear he has for bowser. His dialogue is great, he is also just so much fun on screen. He did not need to go this hard for Kamek, but he did. 9/10

Cranky kong:

Fred Armisen phoned it in. This didn’t feel at all like Cranky to me. He didn’t even sound old. I’m glad he isn’t in the movie long but it bothered me. It’s just the kind of performance where you aren’t mad, just disappointed

2/10

King Penguin

Khary Payton, For a character basically made for the movie, he was perfect. My bias on both the Voice actor and Penguins. He had great lines, coming off as epic and comedic. His reaction to the Luma was also glorious. He wasn’t there for too long but he was there the right amount. 8/10

Bowser

Let’s talk about Jack Black as bowser. It’s perfect casting. Jack black PERFECTLY blended all of the bowser’s together to create in my opinion, the best version of bowser. In a vain similar to how Heath Ledger combined different Joker’s to make his performance. This bowser is intimidating, arrogant, funny, a simp, cruel, and overall everything you want in a kids movie villain. I could write a whole analysis on how this bowser is basically a perfect kids movie villain. But that is for another day. The power ballad alone makes him worthy of 10/10. Easiest 10/10 ranking I’ve made

#Mario movie #super mario bros movie #character ratings #Mario #peach #bowser #Luigi #donkey Kong

[sydasrev]

hello!!! could i please request BNHA angst where Aizawa has a daughter but never pays attention to her, even since a young age. Aizawas always worried with school work or with hero duties or with this class. TYSM! <3

the ending could be whatever you wsnt

Thank you for this request!

PART1 

CW: Angst, depression, Parent Neglect, Self-Harm, etc.

I hope this was good! It was kinda rushed. </3

Angst to fluff

word count: 471

I’ve decided to make this a series, because if I decided to write this whole thing down it would be about 1000+ words, and it would take like a month to write and fix everything up !

ever since you were a baby, you were passed around. Handed to one person and then the next. You were always applauded for being able to take care of yourself at such a young age. During your elementary years you would be lucky to see him a few times a month, But as the years grew the amount of times you saw your father lessened, you'd usually see him every other month, but your conversations together always ended up in someone arguing. You lived by “yourself” and your cat, Soari. Sometimes you had one of your friends check on you if you needed something, and of course, your dad would drop by every now and then to check up on the house and to see if it was clean. You really tried your best to be the best daughter you could. you’d leave dinner in the fridge for your father to bring to lunch, tell him about your achievements, but he always seemed tired, stressed out or uninterested.

you were now in High-School, attending Yokosuka High School, a school for people who don’t use their quirks. Your grades are not the best. But who would care? Clearly not your father. You could have good grades if you wanted. But there was no point.

Your father would usually get calls from the school every now and then about punching another student, failing a class, concerning scars on your legs/arms.

MAY 27, 2018.

Today, Mr. Ito, your principal called you into the office. You had no idea what it was about. Probably about  grades or something between those lines.

“Y/N, I’ve called you here to talk about your grades and how you’re doing at home.” Mr. Ito said with a cheeky smile.  Huh? Why does he want to know about my home life? I’m doing perfectly fine on my own. You thought to yourself.

“So, it seems you’re failing 3 classes out of the 7 you have. What’s going on with that?”  God. This was so embarrassing. You just kept your mouth closed and looked down into your lap.

“Ok, then. Don’t speak if you don’t want to. But I’ve also wanted to tell you if you needed anyone to talk to, you could always talk to Ms. Satori, our counselor. She’s located at B11 on the 2nd floor.”

You looked up

“Is that all?” You asked Mr. Ito with an annoyed tone in your voice.

“oh!” He exclaimed 

“No actually, I forgot to tell you, I’ll be calling your father later to talk about so after school activities to get you more active!”  “uhm.. ok. Goodbye Mr. Ito.” You said.  as you walked out his office you headed straight to the bathroom, you didn’t wanna go to 5th period, nor 7th. You just wanted school to be over.

#bnha angst #aizawa x daughter #sydasrev #aizawa x reader #aizawa x rea #aizawa x reader angst #tw: depression #part 1 #mha angst

[lesbianwriter]

Part two

“I mean, I get the rehabilitation thing—giving second chances and that stuff—but why me? Why do they have to be in my house?” Hero asked, looking down at the file with a frown.

Superhero took a sip of his drink, smiling at the waitress and asking for a refill before finally paying notice to Hero. “Villain’s docile. We think. She doesn’t talk much, she doesn’t do much…we figure she’s the best for this experiment. And you, dear Hero,” he paused to take a bite of his food, purposefully taking longer in a way he knew irritated Hero, “were chosen because you’re an understanding person—a good hero. You won’t be tempted to do anything bad to her because of her past.”

“I don’t want to let a stranger—a villain at that,” she added, whispering and leaning closer across the table, “into my home. That’s unsafe. Yeah, I don’t intend to hurt anyone, but that doesn’t mean I want them in my house.”

“Hero, everything will be cared for.” He assured. “All you have to do is train her and give her a room to sleep in. We pay for food, water, all that. And if she does end up a threat to you or anyone else’s safety…there are measures to keep her in line.” He slid a remote across the table.

Hero stared at it in shock…and a little horror, too. “What does that do?”

“Nothing bad—it’s a little beep in her ear that gets louder the longer you hold it. The staff have barely had to use it on her. We believe she isn’t a bad person at heart, but was simply roped into this and ended up with the wrong people.”

“That’s poetic and all but she’s still a villain. If you want to rehabilitate her, I’m fine with that, I don’t care, I think people should have second chances, but I don’t want to be the one handing out those chances at my expense.”

She leaned back in her chair, the plastic squeaking behind her.

When Superhero said he’d take her to dinner, she was foolish enough to think for all her hard work, he’d take her somewhere nice—somewhere where all the food on the menu didn’t come with a free side of grease, grease, and more grease. Superhero wore a suit to work, had a meticulously trimmed silver mustache, and spoke in a voice that would be in a mystery audiobook. Finding him seated in his suit tie at an obnoxiously yellow chair in the center of a diner had been quite the juxtaposition, to say the least. It had been clearly done to annoy her, that much was obvious by the grin on his face as she sat down.

The setting was the cherry on top of the other news he was delivering—Hero was in charge of rehabilitating a villain.

That didn’t exactly put her in a stellar mood either.

Villains were people too, that she could recognize, and sure they deserved a shot to try again, but her job was to capture them and to bring them to justice. She did that. She did it well. Her job wasn’t to play therapist for some troubled criminal.

Superhero smiled at her disdain. “You should give her a chance. I doubt she’ll bother you—everybody thinks she’s mute.”

“Is she?”

“That’s undetermined.” He hummed. “Read her file a bit more, get to know her, and she’ll be dropped off tonight.”

“Do I get her a bed?” Hero looked down at the file in her hands, absently reading over the more mundane snippets of information. “Wait—“ the sudden thought hit like a brick, making her reel back a moment. “Does she have a power?”

She glanced around, but the diner was mostly empty. The waitress was only just now coming back with Superhero’s refill.

Naturally, he smiled at her and made small talk while Hero waited for a response, grinding her teeth.

“Yes, but it’s undetermined.”

“What else about her is undetermined?”

“Quite a lot.” He sipped his drink casually, eyeing Hero a fraction more seriously. “Look, Hero, I’m going to be serious when I tell you that you were chosen for this because I believe you can do this. You have a caring heart, deep down beneath your cynicism. There’s a lot we don’t know about her—we don’t know her past, her powers, or anything much—but we can change her future. I see a promise in her.”

“I’ll remind you of this when I end up stabbed in my sleep.” Hero muttered. She breathed in through her nose, and exhaled heavily. It wasn’t like she had much of a choice about this. “About the bed? Do I have to buy one?”

“Do you have a spare bed?”

“It’s a crumby old futon, but technically, it can function as a bed.”

“That’ll work—she’ll have a blanket and a pillow, so don’t worry about that part.” He stood up, wiping his fingers on a napkin.

“I’m worried about being murdered in my own home.” Hero argued fruitlessly, her too wiping her hands on a napkin, despite not having touched her food.

“Give her a chance, Hero. I believe she can be good if she has the opportunity. I see the same spark in her that I saw in you.”

———

———

True to his word, Villain showed up on Hero’s doorstep later that night.

Hero’s first impression was that Villain certainly looked the part of a silent hermit. She was short, accentuated further by how her head hung low, and her eyes were downcast so much so that Hero couldn’t catch a glimpse of her eye color. She hung awkwardly in the foyer upon arrival, holding her meager luggage like an unwelcome relative showing up for the holidays.

Hero cleared her throat. “I can show you where you’ll be sleeping, if you want to set your stuff down before we…talk.”

Minutes before Villain was left at her door, he called to inform her that the procedure would be to have an informed discussion about the rules, expectations, and such and such before anything happened—pretending that either person in the situation actually had a choice.

Villain stared silently, but eventually gave a small nod.

“Are you capable of talking?”

Stiffly, Villain froze up for a minute, but nodded, stray strands of hair falling loose into her face.

Hero’s immediate instinct was to ask—why don’t you talk then?—but that would be too hopeful for a verbal response.

“Okay then.”

After the awkward beginning, Hero took her new trainee upstairs.

And, as Superhero said, Villain was docile. She didn’t make sudden movements. Every twitch, every bend of her fingers, every turn of her head seemed oddly meticulous. Suddenly, the idea of her having the sound device seemed useless because Villain didn’t do much of anything, much less resist. Hero got to merely stand off to the side and watch listlessly as Villain set her few belongings on the futon.

Though, it also made her skin prickle, preparing for when it would snap and Villain would whip around and attack.

———

———

Back downstairs, Hero sat on the couch across from Villain, explaining the rules of her stay and how her training would function.

“Do you understand?” She questioned, mostly to fill the silence in the room.

Villain nodded, her hands clasped in her lap.

“Okay…good. I’m Hero. What’s your name?”

Of course, Hero knew her name—she had, unfortunately, done as Superhero said and read the whole thing—but she wanted to try to get her strange new ‘roommate’ to talk. However, the attempt proved unsuccessful when all Villain offered in response was a blank stare.

Hero grimaced, but tried to nod reassuringly. “You don’t have to talk right away, but it’d be good if you could say something in case you need help or anything like that…no pressure.”

It felt like she was applying pressure.

This situation painfully reminded Hero why none of her friends came to her for comfort—they came for brutally honest advice that they needed to hear.

Unsurprisingly, Villain stayed silent and went to bed a few minutes later.

Hero warned Villain before she locked the door, and then she went back downstairs to eat dinner. Usually, she was alone in her house, but now she wasn’t alone…it felt stiff, as if the air had gone stale because of the presence of another person—a villain that Hero had never met before.

It made her lose much of her appetite, so she put the leftovers in the fridge and cleaned off her plate a little earlier than normal.

She needed the rest, anyhow.

The next day would be a long day—the first of a new mission always was—and rehabilitation programs were especially difficult because of how fragile they were. Hero could only hope she wouldn’t wake up with a knife to her throat.

#hero x villain #redemption arc #villain x hero #heroes and villains #my writing #sapphic

[ghostofskywalker]

Wrecker with a shy reader and he’s just so in love with her

this prompt is so 🥺 and i love it!

this fic has a content warning for (non-descriptive) unwanted advances made on the reader.

words: 745

clone troopers masterlist

As much as he tried to keep his glances in your direction to a minimum, eventually his brothers figured it out. “When are you actually going to ask her out?” Crosshair asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked over at where you were wiping down a few glasses from behind the bar. 

“When he actually plucks up the courage to talk to her,” Hunter entered the conversation. 

“She doesn't like me that much,” Wrecker said, annoyed that this was once again the topic of conversation. 

“We’ve both told you she does,” Hunter said. “And that she’s just shy. Remember when Cid introduced us to her? She looked like a frightened tooka every time she spoke to us for two weeks.” 

“But still,” Wrecker said. “There’s no way she has any feelings for me.”

His two brothers exchanged a look of exasperation, but they left him alone after that. Wrecker continued to sneak glances at you from across the parlor, and he couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked. With a small smile for nearly every customer and a quiet nod after they gave their order, you looked like some kind of angel, that definitely didn’t deserve to be working in a place like this (no offense to Cid). 

He could first sense that something was up when he looked over to see your grip tighten around the bottle of beer that you were holding. Although you were shy, working with customers didn’t seem to make you nervous, probably because most of the interactions were semi-scripted. Trying to figure out what may be the matter, his gaze turned to the man who was by the bar. 

Working on Ord Mantell meant that you had previously come into contact with more than one unsavory personality in your life, but Wrecker could tell that something about this man was making you uncomfortable. He couldn’t hear what the man was saying to you, but by the look on your face you didn’t really like it, and unfortunately there was nowhere for you to go and get out of the conversation. So, being the gentleman he was, he decided to head over there. 

“Is everything okay over here?” he asked, making sure he looked extra menacing to the man that was currently glaring in his direction (likely for interrupting whatever he was saying to you). 

“We’re fine,” the man responded, with more bravado than he clearly felt. Wrecker was not only much taller than him but he had more strength, and if he wanted through he could throw this guy through the window. 

“Are you?” he asked, turning his attention to you. His gaze softened as you looked at him, and he caught the slightest shake of your head, indicating that you were not actually fine, as this man had tried to suggest.

“Don’t listen to her-” the man said, but Wrecker cut him off. 

“Actually, I will listen to her before I ever listen to you,” he said, taking a step forward. “And if you don’t get out of this place in three seconds, I’ll remove you from the premises myself.” 

Thankfully, the man seemed to realize that he had no chance of winning against Wrecker, and he was gone barely seconds later. You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” you said quietly. 

“Did he hurt you?” 

You shook your head. “No, he just said a few gross things. But I’ll be okay, it’s not the first time something like this has happened.”

“I’m sorry this happens to you,” he said, taking a seat at the bar and resting his hands on the counter. 

“Me too, but I’m glad you were here this time,” you said sincerely. This was the longest conversation you had ever had with him, and Wrecker found himself falling even harder for you (if that was even possible). “Now, what do you want to drink? It’s on the house.” 

“No, I couldn’t-” 

In order to cut him off, you reached out and gently touched his hand. “I’m serious, I want to repay you for your kindness.” 

Not trusting himself to speak right away, he nodded. “A beer then,” he said, his voice catching on the first word. Your hands were so soft, and he hadn’t expected you to reach out and touch him.

You nodded as you stepped away to get his drink, and Wrecker couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face, or the way he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

#🍷 blurbs #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker x you #tbb wrecker #wrecker x reader #wrecker x you #wrecker x female reader #the bad batch fanfiction #the bad batch x reader #star wars x reader

[ivfrankenstein]

STILL WANNA TRY I peter b. parker x fem! reader

summary: peter b. is fine, more than that, his life’s fine. but beyond this life of his, there is someone else he’s looking out for. someone he was lucky enough to get to know, despite the impossibility of the event. warnings: light angst; y/n, like miles, is from earth-1610. a/n: also, 🎧 sza — good days; eng isn’t my 1st language, gif: @brucewaynes &lt;3

if he decided to say it again, then peter’s brain would truly die.

“this is not a canon event.” and there it was! bam! he was done and no one even noticed. “spider-man, belonging to their world, died before the meeting,” meanwhile, miguel continued with the same tenacity he’d used the first two hundred times, “which should have been a canon event. their canon event.”

“urgh..” peter scratched his nose bridge exhaustedly; the last one made him more annoyed than hurt. he was ready for it. he knew for sure miguel would push and push until he succeeded. “i got that part right at the beginning.”

“and i naively thought i’d explained the whole thing clearly.” o’hara grumbled, “so, where was i?” you’d think he’d really forgotten, but that couldn’t have happened to him; he was certainly just making a scene, causing parker to roll his eyes, “coincidentally, that y/n met—”

“me!” peter said with a teenage boy smile growing on his face, as if it had been just someone else’s mischief that had played right into his hand.

what difference did it make? he was there, and he was the one she had met. it was undeniable. a friend he didn’t know he needed in the universe of another peter parker he didn’t know existed.

“he’s more pleased to say it was him who met her.” LYLA was kind enough to notify, as she instantly arrived on the spot, proving yet again that she was never really gone.

“that’s because that’s what happened,” peter explained courteously, facing the small holographic figure, “i flew right into y/n standing at the crossroads!” there was no need to reproduce the events of that evening with that detail, but parker missed no opportunity to play the part of a nerve-itcher, and demonstrated his flight and the following crash with his hands, “i’ll say, i hit her, if you prefer.”

before LYLA could respond, miguel cut in, “how does that change anything at all?” and distracted from further futile proceedings, “you know the rules.”

to everyone’s amazement, peter didn’t lose the thread of the conversation, “i know.” his goofy mood turned to off-mode, “i’m gonna keep an eye on her. that’s the end of it.”

of course, that was the end of it. could he have responded otherwise? given the o’hara tragedy that parker had to watch, what else was it acceptable for him to do? it can’t happen. it just can’t. because he’s not that into it, is he?

o’hara fixed him with a challenging stare; peter could see why he found it hard to believe, “and what are you gonna do if something, anything, happens?” he took a couple steps, and his shadow covered LYLA, who sat in the air as if there were something to sit on.

“they have their own local spider-man, right?” he tried to get away with his signature smirk, but miguel remained impervious, so he repeated what o’hara expected him to say, “i’ll be watching from the side.”

it looked like they were running in circles one after the other, and were so utterly worn out by this conversation and what lay beneath it. old friend, he wanted to believe that he wouldn’t make the same mistakes, that he was a better man.

o’hara hoped that peter, knowing the risks, wouldn’t do that to y/n, or at least to himself, “let him see her.”

“how about please?” corrected LYLA and folded her arms across her chest, waiting.

“please.” peter said instead.

and just like that, LYLA softened. miguel left full of silence, but here was peter, and he had captured all her attention the last few months with this girl from earth-1610.

“so tell me now, you’re what, kind of, fallin’ for her?”

“whoa, and that’s exactly what people have termed uncomfortable questions.” they only had time to get to a screen that was a couple feet away before he bumped into that question.

“in your case, only the answers can be uncomfortable.” she was searching among the thousands of thousands of dots scattered in front of them on a sort of map, and peter didn’t have time to fix his eyes on any of them, “you’re married, man. or divorced? i get lost.”

and even that didn’ t surprise him, “that has nothing to do with it.” the feeling he had to deal with all this time was loss. and he didn’t think at all about why. because it’s okay. he missed miles, and loved miles, he missed y/n, a-a-and he loved her, too.

“then what?” LYLA wasn’t even looking at him, but something told him she could see him and without turning around, “you’ve been there, you’ve come back. what’s keeping you up?”

peter’s eyebrows raised a little, “but i’m fine.” she definitely got him wrong.

“uh-huh.”

he took an eloquent breath, “as i’ve said before and as you never tire of reminding me, their parker died. and it was a canonical event for y/n. can’t i jus’ be curious?”

she turned around, “you could. it’s just that you’re a different kind of guy. it doesn’t sit right with you. you’re good, clumsy, old and sometimes you can be a lot,” after fixing her glasses, she added, “and i’d probably conclude that you’re in love with her. look!”

and there she was, exactly where LYLA was pointing. the girl of his dreams. coming up in a rush of holographic figures. peter hadn’t seen her like this in a months already.

“almost as if she were really here,” he said under the impression.

it wasn’t the first time he’d seen this trick, but LYLA decided to clarify just in case, because the reaction wasn’t clear to her, “it only works one way. she won’t see you.” and the way her voice came out, she found herself upset by that fact, too.

but peter, like he said, was fine, “i know.” the corner of his lips lifted in a half smile, “i don’t think she wants to see me anyway.”

#peter b. parker #peter b. parker x reader #peter b. parker x fem reader #peter b. parker imagine #peter b. parker x you #peter b. parker x y/n #accross the spiderverse imagine #atsv imagines #spiderman atsv #atsv peter b parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Saw you wrote for chainsaw man! In that case, may I request Quanxi and her fiends (if you can, if not Quanxi is just fine) with a female reader where she has to literally knock herself out in battle every time in order to use her devil contract? The devil she has in particular is the nightmare devil, and in order to summon it (could look like whatever horrifying thing you want) she has to literally make herself unconscious. This can either be forcing her to fall asleep mid battle (kind of like Zenitsu) but if there’s too much adrenaline, she’ll literally take a rock or any hard object, and smash her head in order to knock herself out.

Of course, having reader unconscious throughout the entire battle is super dangerous because she’s literally just laying there. So I thought it’d be funny if during battle, Quanxi and her fiends have to protect your sleeping body or play hot potato with you as you fight.

Nightmare Relay

Quanxi and The Fiends x She/ Her Reader

A/N: I love them so much. I wish we got to know more about their day to day and back stories so I could flesh out the characters some more. I loved your hot potato idea. I wish I could have executed it a little better to make it sound as exciting as it looked in my head, but I’m not good at writing fight/ highly choreographic sequences. I gave it my best shot though! Some violence and suggestive themes because it’s Chainsaw Man. Hope you like it! Word Count: 2,262

“This devil is so tedious!” Pingsti sighed resting her head against Quanxi’s shoulder. “I want to go home already!”

“Halloween!” Cosmo seemed to agree, ducking back out of sight of the tantruming devil.

“I know,” Quanxi murmured, mildly annoyed herself.

Did they really have to get out of bed for this? As tiresome as dealing with the Telekinesis Devil was, it should have been someone else’s job. However, the intel was that there might be a piece of the Gun Devil within it, so it only made sense to put the infallible Quanxi and her entourage of girlfriends on the case.

“Does anyone have eyes on (Y/n), Long or Tsugihagi?” She asked, absently studying the sharpness of one of her swords as another earth-rumbling crash nearly swallowing her words.

“Not yet…” Pingsti pouted, her hair swiveled to look over the crumbling wall they were stationed behind, searching for any sign of the other half of their group.

Quanxi hummed in acknowledgment. (Y/n) was probably trying to summon her contracted devil. It would certainly be helpful to have something intangible that the Telekinesis Devil could not blow away by simply looking at it. Hopefully Long and Tsugihagi hadn’t been split up from her so they could assist.

They had gotten separated pretty early on due to the devil’s apparent hatred for city architecture and love for throwing people around in every which direction to watch them splat gruesomely against the walls. Best wishes to whoever’s job it would be to restore any of this mess.

Meanwhile, a couple blocks away, (Y/n) groaned in frustration. Don’t get her wrong, Tsugihagi’s thighs made a wonderful pillow and Long’s gentle stroking of her face felt comforting, but she was very clearly not going to fall asleep on her own with all this chaos going on. Usually, she was pretty good at restricting the amount of sleep she got to make it easier to summon her contracted devil, but after being put through the wringer by her girlfriends the night before, she slept like a baby for several hours.

“Tsugihagi,” she prompted.

The Fiend understood exactly what she was looking for and squeezed down hard on her neck, right over where her carotid arteries laid. The sudden and bruising pressure knocked (Y/n) out almost instantly.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a familiar foggy forest. Spindly tentacles slithered towards her feet from every direction like heat-seeking snakes. They stopped just short of (Y/n), lapping the air near her ankles. Then she heard a noise like a death-rattle, somehow wet yet dry like desert sand and several circular black eyes reminiscent of a spider’s emerged from the fog next, watching her, waiting.

“Hunt.” (Y/n) ordered, stretching her hand outward.

The tentacles quivered faster, excited, they seemed to be if (Y/n) had to guess. The Nightmare Devil seemed oddly canine-like, eager to please, but for a price of course.

Ugh, the nightmares and hallucinations that would plague her for the next several days were going to suck, but hey, devils’ got to eat and this one fed off of fear and paranoia much like any other, just more literally. All in all, it was a small price to pay compared to some of the other possible devil contracts out there. She had her girlfriends to help her through the worst of what would come.

The devil’s eyes receded into the fog, followed by the tentacles, leaving (Y/n) alone once more. Now all she had to do was wait and hope she would wake up after all of this. If the Telekinesis Devil found her body and killed her before Quanxi made the killing blow, she’d have to get used to this bleak purgatory being her eternity.

***

“Halloween!” Cosmo alerted, bringing Quanxi and Pingsti’s attention to the thin, worm-like tentacles wiggling between the grates of a nearby storm drain.

“She’s out.” Quanxi confirmed, standing up, “Let’s move.”

The two Fiends followed Quanxi’s lead into the fray, ready to use the assistance of the Nightmare Devil to their advantage.

They heard the Telekinesis Devil squeal unhappily and followed the sound. The tentacles became as thick as jungle vines, but passed harmlessly though their bodies the further in they went.

“Give meee, give meee!” The devil shrilled, various objects and bodies flying around as she tried to find the devil hunter responsible for these ghostly shackles she could not shake. If not for the power the piece of the Gun Devil gave her, she wouldn’t be strong enough to move.

When the devil finally found (Y/n) laying in a nearby alley, locking onto her form in Tsugihagi’s arms. When Tsugihagi felt (Y/n) begin to be tugged away from her, she swiftly shoved her into Long’s arms and blocked them from view as Long ran off with (Y/n) in her arms.

“Oouuuut of myyyy wayyyyyy!” The devil warbled. She could not manipulate what she could not see! All she wanted was to snap that human’s neck and rid herself of this annoying devil!

She mentally took hold of Tsugihagi and slammed her against the brick wall, fighting against the constricting tentacles to follow where Long had gone.

Thankfully, being a Fiend, Tsugihagi could handle a little rough treatment without any long lasting effects. She slowly began to free herself from the brick wall she had been embedded in and met Quanxi’s eye as she came into view with Pingsti and Cosmo from across the street. She tilted her head in the direction Long had taken (Y/n) and Quanxi nodded in understanding.

They were going to have to kill this devil while tossing (Y/n) betwixt them. Not an unusual occurrence, but again, it could be a tedious affair and they would all much rather be in bed with a bunch of takeout right about now.

“Pingsti, Cosmo, assist Long, please.” Quanxi asked, twirling her swords in her hands.

“Happily!”

“Halloween!”

The two Fiends rushed away and Quanxi helped Tsugihagi the rest of the way out of the wall.

“Come with me.”

Tsugihagi didn’t need to be asked twice. Someone always needed to be available to pull Quanxi’s arrow if need be, though it probably wouldn’t be necessary here. Together they ran after the retreating devil, slowed considerably by the Nightmare Devil’s tentacles.

Long was steadfast as she ran. Ducking behind everything dumpster and turning down every alley in the maze-like debris. As she screeched around yet another corner, she felt a tap against her shoulder and turned to find Pingsti smiling at her, arms ready to receive the precious cargo.

Long carefully deposited (Y/n) in Pingsti’s arms before dragging a corpse from the rubble to use as a decoy. With a final nod, she continued on while Pingsti hid with (Y/n), her hair nuzzling the sleeping woman as she waited for the devil to stalk past their hiding spot to continue pursuing Long.

Unfortunately, the corpse she had been holding had been quite thoroughly crushed and the jostling from her running caused its head to flop off.

“Uh oh…” Pingsti quietly sing-songed as the devil quickly lost interest in Long and began back tracking.

Pingsti tried to slink away with (Y/n), but her foot kicked up some loose gravel and the devil’s head swiveled in her direction. The Nightmare Devil’s snare was becoming more encumbering by the minute, but the Telekinesis Devil had them in her sights now, quickly she took hold of Pingsti in an attempt to get a two for one, but Pingsti pressed a chaste kiss to (Y/n)’s cheek and tossed her away.

“Eep! Cosmo, it’s all you!” Pingsti called, struggling in the devil’s supernatural hold before being carelessly thrown through the air as Long ran after her to ensure a safer descent.

Cosmo jumped from a nearby dilapidated building, springing into action. She could see Quanxi readying herself for a clean maneuver that would surely take the devil back to hell. She shuddered at the thought of that awful place and scooped (Y/n) up, darting away.

The devil screamed in anger, trying to tear at the constricting tentacles only to have them slip through her fingers like mist. She. Would. Not. Lose. Not like this. Not when she had just acquired a piece of the Gun Devil! She was stronger now and she would prove it!

“H-Halloween?” Cosmo gulped as her feet suddenly rocketed away from the ground. She held on to (Y/n) for dear life as the ground grew further and further away.

“Die!” The devil cackled, sending them rocketing back towards the ground at such an intense velocity, that it would certainly cause them to splatter into an unrecognizable puddle.

The devil watched with glee, all too absorbed in her cruelty to notice the disruption of air behind her until it was much too late.

“Don’t!” She warned uselessly, trying to twist out of the way of the imminent strike, but the Nightmare Devil held fast, giving Quanxi just the opening she needed to slice the Telekinetic Devil to ribbons.

Long and Pingsti had regrouped with Quanxi and Tsugihagi during the chaos. The three Fiends jumped and scaled over the crumbling buildings, trying to reach Cosmo and (Y/n) and adjust their trajectory before the ‘splat’ could occur.

Even as Quanxi carved the Telekinesis Devil up, the devil still tried to stop the Fiends from saving the two women still falling from the sky.

Whenever someone tried to make a jump for them to change their trajectory, the devil pushed them away with an array of mental gymnastics. Even if she was going back to hell today, she wanted to at least take one more human with her.

The Nightmare Devil was flinging around her chopped-up body parts like a giddy toddler and she was nearly out of blood, but the Fiend and the human were nearly ready to violently kiss the ground. She would get her wish—

“Ah!?”

The devil blinked sluggishly and Quanxi had seemingly manifested below her speedily falling lovers. Had she been a normal human, she’d probably end up just as dead trying to catch them like this, but she hadn’t quite been normal for some time now.

Quanxi reached up and caught the pair in her arms, spinning with the force of it all. She had hooked her arms behind Cosmo’s back and knees, while in Cosmo’s arms, hugged tightly, (Y/n) still slept, oblivious to the world.

“Halloween.” Cosmo sighed, relieved, nuzzling Quanxi’s bicep.

Quanxi smiled a small, yet no less adoring smile.

“Damn youuuuu…” The Telekinesis Devil cursed with her final breath, then stilled.

The Nightmare Devil grew bored of its no longer wriggling toy and slowly, the tentacles slithered back into the sewers.

“Look, Quanxi!” Pingsti cheered, pressing up against the devil hunter’s back. She presented a small, metallic, fleshy ball. “Look at what the Nightmare Devil rolled to me! A piece of the Gun Devil was here after all!”

“Good job.”

Not wanting to be left out, Long and Tsugihagi joined the impromptu hug, albeit a bit awkwardly, but they were all rather odd and loved all the same.

“Let’s get our money for this so we can go home.” Quanxi murmured, letting her fiends hang off of her as she walked away from the carnage, (Y/n) still sleeping in her arms.

***

(Y/n) awoke with a scream clawing at her throat. Her body coated in sweat and hands all around. She threw a fist up, but it was easily caught in a calloused hand and her other hand was quickly pinned back as well. He legs wouldn’t move either, an unidentifiable weight on each thigh and her chest.

“The Nightmare Devil was just visiting. You’re okay.”

(Y/n)’s eyes shot to the side and when she saw Quanxi in the soft glow of their bedroom, she managed to untense just a little.

“So we… we didn’t fail the job? Everyone is still alive?” Everyone only referring to the people she cared about, of course. The Nightmare Devil really knew how to mess with her head.

“All accounted for, cutie!” Pingsti cheerfully shared, nuzzling her face against (Y/n)’s hand.

(Y/n) moved her head in an attempt to adjust her position and found one of Long’s horns resting against her throat, looking further down, she saw Tsugihagi and Cosmo perched on either leg.

What a relief.

(Y/n) groaned, Quanxi let her slip her hand out of hers to rub at her face.

“No matter how many times I do this, it feels so real every time. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to watch you all die.”

“Halloween.” Cosmo pouted, falling over Long to rest on top of (Y/n) as well, the warmth of her brain radiating near (Y/n)’s cheek.

Tsugihagi stared, unblinking, before slowly descending upon the pile as well and Pingsti, not one to be left out, curled up by (Y/n)’s head with her hand still clutched to her chest.

The warmth and weight of the Fiends was so sweet and comforting, (Y/n) could feel sleep beckoning her once more, but then a firm fingers grasped her jaw and she opened her eyes to see Quanxi hovering over her.

“You only just woke up, don’t go back to sleep. Especially when the Nightmare Devil isn’t through with you yet.”

“Mmm, but I’m tired.” Those nightmares could be so draining…

Quanxi’s eye lit up and a small, sly smirk formed across her face and the Fiends seemed to pick up on her energy and perked up.

“If you think you’re tired now, I can’t wait to see how tired you’ll be in a couple hours.”

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hi!! could i request a fluffy rosa diaz x reader fic where reader works as a detective at the precinct and rosa kind of has a soft spot for her (more like a crush on her), so when rosa gets sick like in that one episode reader finally convinces rosa to admit she doesn’t feel good and takes her home and takes care of her? tysm!!

Hermosa

- Rosa Diaz x detective fem! reader -

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, implied smut at the end

Thank you for your request! :)

You clocked in at exactly nine o’clock that morning. Right on time, you looked at the desk opposite of yours and it was empty. “Amy, has Rosa come in yet?”

“Oh. No.” Amy’s eyes widen briefly, shocked.

“Oh, wow. Rosa’s not here yet? Doesn’t she stay like really near here?” Jake remarked.

“Yes she does.” Gina chimed in, “Her apartment is the closest to the precinct.”

“Is she not coming to work today?” Amy asks you.

“If I knew that, I wouldn’t have asked you.”

“Right.” Amy smiled sheepishly, focusing back on her work.

“She hasn’t texted you or anything?” Jake carries on the conversation with you while you got settled.

“No, I just thought she was already here-” Before you could say anything else, hurried footsteps interrupted your train of thought. Your eyes followed the sound, which turned out to be Rosa who’d just arrived.

“Holy shit, girl.” Gina broke the silence as the rest of the squad watched her, bewildered, “You look like hell.” Rosa scowled, sitting down in her chair.

You’d been glaring at her since the moment she sat down across from you. Rosa shot you a look meaning for you to drop it and leave her alone. That was the end of that conversation for a bit. Meanwhile, she was sniffly and sneezed a handful of times. Not to mention she looks pale as a sheet. She somehow made it to lunch before you got so annoyed that you pulled her aside, “Will you just admit you’re sick and let me take you home?”

“y/n, I’m fine. Diaz’s don’t get sick.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you then? Just trying a new makeup look for Halloween?” You huffed.

Rosa chuckles. “What’s so funny?” You ask, almost offended.

“Ha ha.” She responded, “You’re not scary.”

“Rosa!” You nearly rolled your eyes, “You’re sick, please just let me take you home so you can rest? The last thing I want is you passing out on the gross precinct floors.”

“Wait a minute-” Rosa got all serious for a second, “You said ‘please’?”

“What?” You asked, puzzled.

“You asked if you could please take me home.” She pointed out.

“So?”

“So, okay.” She shrugged, “Whatever.”

“Okay?” You repeated, not expecting her to agree.

“Rosa’s going home?” Jake gasps, “Oh, she so likes you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Rosa complains, tossing an eraser at him.

“I’ve been watching you two, Diaz.” Gina added on, “Very flirty~”

You tried to hide a blush that very clearly still showed. “You two would be great together.” Charles chimed in, “So great.”

“Also, that height difference is mwah- perfect.” Gina wasn’t done.

“I agree.” Amy shrugged, “Rosa’s always had like a soft spot for you. From the day you started, even.”

“Wow, you guys are suddenly experts, huh?” Rosa scoffed, “Let’s go, y/n. Ignore them- they’re a bunch of kids.”

————

As Rosa laid on her couch, you were at the stove cooking her some soup. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” You glanced at her over your shoulder.

“Do you buy what they say?”

“What do you mean?” You asked nervously.

“Do you think they’re right? That I’ve had a crush on you since you joined our squad?”

You stayed quiet for a minute, stirring the soup. “Um…you’re not gonna beat me up depending on my answer, are you?”

“What?” Rosa guffaws, and ended up coughing. “No, that’s crazy.”

“Well, if I’m being honest. I hope they are, because literally- god, this is going to sound so stupid.”

“Oh, just say it.” Rosa insisted, grabbing a tissue to blow her nose.

“Over time, I’ve found myself liking you as more than a friend. But- despite all the time we spend together while on the job, I realise I still don’t really know you. But I mean, the squad thinks we’re best friends. And I’d like to think that we’re close because you haven’t threatened to chop me up yet and compared to how you are with the rest of them, don’t you see a difference? I mean, do you?” You panicked at the end.

Now Rosa was stunned into silence. That was a first. “Honestly…I didn’t even realise what I was doing. It just naturally happened over time- Holt kept partnering us up and little by little, we got closer.” She began, “I guess…I didn’t dare to take a bigger step to actually flirt with you because I get so nervous, I suck at it. And- I didn’t know if you were attached or not so I didn’t want to weird you out either.”

She’s never one to talk about her feelings- she says it makes her want to throw up. But she actually opened up and talked to you. You were shocked, then you were somewhat…honoured. Maybe also a little smug that you managed to get that out of her.

You turned the stove off, grabbing a bowl and a spoon. “I’m not seeing anyone and I’ve never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend before.” You admit, she walks over to the kitchen- to you, and wrapped her arms around you from behind. “You’re the first person that I’ve fallen for so quickly and so hard, it feels terrifying, but also equally exciting. But I just- I really didn’t know and didn’t want to say anything because I was afraid of the outcome.” You managed to say before her grip around you tightened fully, and she’d rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” She asked softly as she watched you ladle a scoop of the chicken noodle soup into the bowl. You would’ve dropped the damn ladle if you weren’t so aware that she had her arms around you.

“Will I be your girlfriend?” You repeated her question in disbelief, “Oh, my God. Yes, Rosa.”

She chuckles into your ear, sending a chill down your spine and made you squirm, “I won’t kiss you because I don’t want you to get sick, but once I’m better, you’re about to get pampered, hermosa.” You asked her to let go of you so you could take the bowl over to the table, and she does.

“Eat with me.”

“Yeah, I will. Just gonna set this down for you first.” You told her.

Rosa tells you to return to the precinct after lunch, but you said no. “Holt let me. Besides, he says if they needed me, I’ll get a call. I don’t think he was expecting me to go back today, anyway.”

Rosa smirked, “What do you mean, y/n?”

“What I mean, is that he seems to know about your little crush on me.”

“No he doesn’t.”

You snorted, “Please- he so does. Yesterday, I was out with him for a case. He asked me directly if I liked you and if I’d noticed that you’ve been extra nice to me. Also, it was very funny to see that look on his face when I dragged you into his office so he could see how pale you were.”

“Hilarious.” Rosa agreed, “Thanks- for making me the soup and making me come home.”

“No problem.” You smiled, eating a spoonful of the food.

“Look, this soup is great, but why couldn’t we get pizza?”

“That dairy’s just gonna make you more congested.” You pointed out. “Like I would care.”

“You might not, but I do. I’m the one that’s taking care of you and having to deal with your whining.”

“My whining?” She gasps dramatically, “God, y/n. I think that’d be you. We made out at the New Year’s party and you were whiny freaking mess.”

You blushed thinking about the memories of that night. “Speechless?” She teased, “What do you say you get us dinner tonight and I’ll give you a little thank-you? I might be sick and can’t kiss you, but there’s a lot I can do with just my hands.”

“I’ll think about it.” You shrug, a smirk creeping onto your face.

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