#this is why they waited until season two to introduce him they knew he would be too powerful

[your-average-multifandom-mess]

Wylan Van Eck at the sight of rare butterflies: Wow. look at these incredible and unique rare creatures. I’m going to spout copious amounts of facts about them whilst I think about how lucky I am to be witnessing this right now.

Wylan Van Eck about five minutes later: eat the pissing butterflies you fuckers or die

#perfectly summed up both sides of him tbh #if duality was a character #wylan van eck #shadow and bone #six of crows #crooked kingdom #jesper fahey #crows #crow club #kaz brekker #inej gafha #nina zenik #mattias helvar #wesper #helnik #kanej #wesper supremacy #this is why they waited until season two to introduce him they knew he would be too powerful

[babygirl-riley]

What’s a Soulmate?

Ghost never thought he would have came this far in life

“It’s a person who knew you, accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did.”

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simon x reader fluff/angst

“Who’s ya soulmate?” The question rang in his mind as he stared down at the child. What does he say? How does he say it? The little girl was smart for being 8, he didn’t know what to say. He stared at her before looking up at his wife. Both of them waiting for a response.

Everyone was afraid of Ghost, his demeanor always the same. Cold and rash. Always the “bad cop,” always the hard ass Lieutenant, always the one to make sure the drills are harder if you disobeyed orders. Until you happened.

Bright eyed Sargent that was kind in the eyes yet deadly with your hands. Deadly in turning a cold hearted man into a soft teddy bear. Yet it wasn’t fast, it was slow for Ghost to start even talking to you. When you were introduced to the team Ghost felt that skip on his heart.

No.

That was his thought at first, no way in hell. You looked innocent, almost innocent enough to not even be here. You fit in pretty well, made jokes when things got heated, barked orders to privates, and skilled with your sniper. At first when talking to Soap you mentioned how you thought Ghost hated you. You would always try to talk to him, he would only respond if needed and when he didn’t really need to he would stare and nod.

It wasn’t until 2 months later both of you were ready and waiting for a heli. Watching cadets training on the tarmac, some of them having the worst time of their lives as the drill sergeant yelled at them. That’s when he leaned closer to you from the side. “What do you call a group of kids who enlists in the military,” You slowly looked up to him his eyes barring into your. “The INFANTry.”

You blinked a couple of times before chuckling. “That’s a good one. Why didn’t the troop tell anyone about their rank in the military,” Ghost looked up towards the team coming up. “It was PRIVATE.”

Ghost shook his head before walking away towards the group. After that he was more closer to you, both of you in sync at all times. He would eventually join the group during downtime, sitting next to you, or close to you. Ghost finally was able to talk to you not just about military things but also just random shit.

Ghost learning you love bourbon just like him. How you love meatloaf and he hated it without some cheese in the middle. Little did he know you surprised him by cooking him some and brought it to work. Ghost glared at you and you shrugged. “I’m alone Ghost I can’t eat all of it myself. So I split it.”

When he ate it, his heart sunk. It was like how his mom made it, almost the damn same just different seasoning. He stared at the food for moment grumbling to himself as he ate more.

Months later you came storming in. “Whats your deal?” You said slamming his office door.

Ghost snapped his head up glaring at you. Before he went back to his paperwork, you stood there for a moment. “Hello?” You asked walking to his desk placing your hands on it.

Ghost couldn’t look up to you, two nights ago he fucked up. Morbidly fucked up. The team was drinking late one night, having some drinks at a pub. Ghost felt it, the way you laughed, danced, teased him with your eyes.

There was tension that built the small touches from both of you. The glances. The tension in the air. Hell the team felt it as well, watching Ghost become more nicer towards you, subtle of course. They didn’t really notice until he would give compliments like “Not bad.” “Doing good Sargent.” Things that the Lieutenant wouldn’t say out loud.

When the night came to a slow down, you wanted to go home. It was just a couple of blocks, so why not walk you home. When reaching your apartment, Ghost looked down at you. His heart racing. Hands becoming wet. Your eyes just barring into his. “Thank you Ghost.” Ghost nodded once before you looked away. Both of you not moving. “Would you like to come in?”

After that you made tea, it was all over once your hand made a little touch of his. Clothes being thrown off, moans and pants being filled inside your apartment, skin to skin contact. It was a mistake. It was wrong. Yet it felt right. When you fell asleep he left.

His mind racing, Ghost never felt that way before. Wanting more. Loving it. Especially fucking his teammate. The only way to fix it, making sure they were apart. You noticed almost immediately, he would avoid, he would be gone instead of coming with the team. He even made sure that you wouldn’t be paired up with him.

Ghost longed more for you however, craved more. He missed your laugh, voice, hell even just your presence. He didn’t understand why it fucking scared him. So instead letting Simon take care of it he pushed him lower away. “You going to answer me or be a fucking coward.” You snapped leaning closer.

Fuck how he hated your determination, your spicy attitude. He snapped his head up. “Coward?” He questioned straightening up.

“What the sex was just what you needed? And instead of being an actual man you just push all of it,” He was silent glaring at you anger starting to course through his veins. “I thought we were at least fucking friends.”

Ghost laughed standing hp. “I don’t make friends kid.”

Kid. You rolled your eyes. “Bullshit. There is something deeper in that fucking heart of yours, you’re scared.”

Ghost scoffed. “‘M not scared.”

“Then look at me in the eyes.”

Ghost didn’t even notice that he wasn’t even looking at you. Yeah he was looking at you but not AT you. When he did his heart softened, sure there was anger but there was concern that were in your eyes. He kept looking between both of your eyes, not knowing what to do.

“I don’t know what I did to make you hate me but I want to be at least professional.” You shortly explained, trying to stuff the feeling that came up through your throat.

“Ya did nothin’.” He whispered.

For a couple hours you both sat some in silence some of him apologizing and explaining. Not too much into detail but enough to get his point across. You were patient, empathetic, letting him talk while you listened. Ghost slowly was taking bits of the wall that cover Simon, not enough right now but enough to know he wanted to see you more.

You agreed to keep it on the low, that it was just sex. Even though both of you deep down knew it wasn’t that. You would hang out, outside of work, be around each other, you even had him smile or laugh. Which was rare to see, the more you both got to know each other the more Ghost got comfortable.

One night when you both decided that going to star gaze in the middle of no where together. You shared a story about how your father would take you camping and do this all the time. He never talked about family and that was okay for you. He would just nod and listen. As you kept going you said Ghost for his name.

“Simon.” He mumbled looking at you, as you slowly turned your head from the sky. “My name is Simon.”

You carefully watched his eyes, learning how to know what he felt through them. He meant to say it he had to. “Simon.” You whispered.

Ghost nodded slowly before inhaling deeply. “Only you get to call me that when we’re alone ya?”

You nodded. “Of course.”

Months went by when slowly your things would be on his apartment. You were allowed to stay the night, cuddle, have dinner with. Never have you pressed on what both of you were, even though it was obvious. You offered to cook tonight as you moved around the kitchen.

Simon watched you as you bite your lip in concentration. His heart fluttering, he learned to love the feeling. Love to know that he could feel what he is feeling still. Simon walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. You leaned up against him as you stir the pot of noodles.

“Smells good.” He mumbled mesmerized in the stir.

“Thank you.” You whispered looking up at him smiling.

You both stared for a moment. “Move in with me?” He asked having you place the spoon down and face him.

You smiled at him placing your hands on both of his cheeks, rubbing the balaclava. “I would love to Simon.”

Now he lays in bed as you were asleep. All the times you held him when he would wake up from a nightmare, once he got comfortable. One night it was the worst he had in years, he shot up sweat covering his side of the bed. Sticking to his clothes like a wet napkin. His breathing was rigid and hard, his heartbeat erratic.

He snapped his head to you and felt your pulse immediately, going slow and trying his best not to wake you either. It wasn’t his luck as you stirred. “Si?”

“Shh lovie go back to bed.” He whispered about to get up but felt your hand grab his wrist gently.

“Another one,” You sat up as you felt the sweat through his shirt. Saw how his hair clinging to his forehead. He looked away, shame through his veins. “Come here.” You whispered softly.

Simon shifted as he went between your legs and set his head on your stomach. You sat up to lean against the headboard as you rubbed his back and hummed a sweet melody, his breathing was regulated as he wrapped his arms tighter. It could have been hours, both of you laid like that. You said nothing but hummed and whispered sweet nothings to him.

“You died.” He suddenly said which almost made you jump, due to thinking he went to sleep.

“Oh.” You said stopping your stroked as your fingers went through his locks.

It went quiet again. “I can’t loose you.” he voice was lower tiredness creeping in.

You inhaled deeply, still playing with his scalp. “Simon you will never loose me. I’m right here, alive and well. I know it doesn’t make it any better but you can feel me right now.”

Simon sighed as you felt his body relax more. “I love you.”

You wanting to cry right then and there but didn’t. Held back the tears as you inhaled. “I love you too.”

~~~~~~~~

Never would Ghost be here. Standing at the end of an aisle hands shaking, Price came up to him placing a hand on his shoulder. “Ya know I knew you two for years before you told me?”

Simon turned to him smirking. “That right?”

“Soap, Gaz, and I bet on it. Then that year when y/n came to retire I asked her why and she told me that you were havin’ a kid.” Price smiled.

“Ya he won the pot.” Soap mumbled looking straight at the door.

Simon glared at all three of them. “The pot?”

“We bet ya were together but he bet pregnant AND together.” Gaz added looking at Price. “Fuckin’ cheater.”

Price chuckled as he nodded. “I know my crew is all.”

Simon sighed rubbing his eyes before he heard the soft music play. Snapping his head up. Never would Ghost be standing here. Oh but Simon is. He watched as a small child in a pink and white dress throw small petals on the ground. With the help of your sister. She had his eyes and your nose, his favorite your smile.

The child beamed as she saw him, giggling as she looked at the flowers and him. Never would Ghost be able to see that. Never would he even thought to have a child. When she reached him, her tiny body grabbed up to him as she hugged her and kissed her temple.

Then you came. You were beautiful in your white gown, smile beaming brighter than anything he has seen. You had tears and secretly he did too. He watched as your father walked you down. It was small aisle. Only your family and 141 that is all that we needed. When your dad handed you off to him he gripped Simon’s arm. “Thank you son.”

Never would Ghost would think someone would call him son again.

“Well princess,” Simon spoke looking at you. “My soulmate would be have to be ya mum.”

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[dilfl0v3rss]

What would Basketball!Ony think of Aran?

i truly believe he’d think he was a cool guy nglll. i like to believe that basketball player!ony is one of those guys that have friends on all his schools sports teams so even when his season isnt here he’ll still be at some type of game.

he’d most likely first see him at a volleyball game against his school and be very drawn to how good he was. his school team is good, but they just couldn’t keep up with aran’s team so they’d end up losing but it’d be a close match so aran would be working real hard and ony would be like “i like that nigga”

neither of them are really outgoing people, but when ony went to another one of his schools matches he’d probably see aran there scouting for the next time he has to play them and they’d tall a little. idk why but i feel like writing it so i am…

“it’s coo if i sit here?” ony would say as he looked around at the jam packed bleachers. his familiar voice grabbed the attention of the brownskin male as he looked up to see one the top players in the nation talking to him. “yea man you good” as ony sat down he’d hold his hand out for aran to dap him up, both of their rough hands joining together as he introduced himself. “ony” aran nodded his head, turning his gaze back towards the match as he replied. “aran”

they sat in silence for a bit until a couple of girls began to walk towards where they were sitting. “aww shit. ian never safe” aran mumbled before putting on a fake smile. ony chuckled at the action, patting the man’s back since he also knew the feeling. the girls were giggling up and storm until they finally got to them. “you’re aran right?” the first girl asked, the gum in her mouth popping repeatedly as she waited for him to reply. aran internally rolled his eyes at her behavior, but he’d never be rude to a fan. “that’s me”

the girls turned towards each other, giggling as one of them not so subtly pointed to ony. as their small chatter came to an end the girl spoke again. “can i get a picture? my little brother watches all your games” aran gave her a small nod before getting up from his seat and posing for the camera with her. ony just continued watching the game, not really paying much attention to what was going on since he felt it was none of his business, but that quickly changed when the girl began tapping him on the shoulder.

“he watches your games too” now it was time for ony to get up, making aran internally chuckle as the tall mad got up slowly as if his legs were sore. the girl stood between the two tall men, their bodies practically towering over her as they posed for the pictures. “thank youuu!!!” she yelled before walking away, giggling with her friend.

“she ain’t got no damn brother” aran mumbled and ony replied instantly. “definitely don’t” the two men chuckled at their similar minds, dapping each other up. they were feeling more comfortable around each other so ony decided it was okay to start a little conversation. “man ian even gon front you tuff as hell” a calm smirk planted on aran’s lips as he shrugged his shoulders. “aye man m’tryna get like you. number one in the state and two in the nation?” he whistled in amusement. “nigga i was lowkey surprised you introduced yourself”

ony chuckled at his words, waving aran off as he humbly spoke. “i was surprised to see you sitting over here by yourself man. after you cooked my school i had t’do my research. number one in the state and four in the nation real tuff nigga” the two of them ended up talking through the rest of the game, and even after the game they talked in the parking lot. a reporter for overtime ended up spotting them and taking a couple pictures. they didn’t think anything of it, but two superstars being spotted together like this was very rare, especially since they play different sports.

“man my girl gon try to chop my head off when i get home. been out three hours past the time i was possed to be there fuckin witcho ass” aran said, loud chuckles could be heard from the both of them. “your girl? nigga my girl probably packing my shit right now. i already know i’m sleep on the couch” they continued to laugh and talk a little more, exchanging numbers and making plans to meet again one day. “man don’t be a stranger you always welcome to come chill real shit” ony said as he texted the number aran gave so he’d know it’s him.

aran did the same before putting ony’s name in his contacts. “i gotchu bro ima definitely pull up one day. ian no bum now, i’m a lil slick wit the handles” a smirk grew on ony’s face as he waved him off. “man please. if you seen how i get down on the beach you would’ve thought volleyball was my first sport. nobody spiking that shit better than me on god.” they laughed, dapping each other up before getting in their cars and calling it a night.

“aight safety gang”

“aight bro ima see you”

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[waratah-vroom]

Scandalous (ms47)

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"You need to leave."

Mick had barely finished tying his shoelaces when you threw him his jacket. "Pushing me out so soon, Hase?"

"No, you idiot, I mean you leave now and I'll follow you out in ten minutes. We'll meet in the car."

"This is getting ridiculous, honestly. I don't know why we can't just say we're dating."

You'd had this conversation a million times before. "You know why."

He groaned, his head falling against the back of the couch. His response was always the same. "It's so stupid."

You and Mick had already been dating for three months when your show's publicist approached you about entering a PR relationship with your co-star, Jacob. You'd flat out refused, but since you hadn't gone public with Mick yet, they'd managed to talk you into a compromise of leaving an 'air of ambiguity' between you and Jacob.

Mick wasn't thrilled, and to be honest neither were you, but it was either publicly ignore your boyfriend and get caught grabbing coffee with your co-star a couple of times a week, or damage your reputation with the biggest studio in Hollywood. That was six months ago, and your season finale was set to air in a week.

"It's just until the season finishes, then we can tell everyone."

"It's been six months, Hase. I'm getting exhausted with all the sneaking around."

You were getting exhausted too. It was tiring staggering your exits from hotels and restaurants, never being able to hold your boyfriend's hand in public. It was also getting annoying wearing sunglasses and a beanie everywhere you went, even in the height of summer. But you'd come this far and the finish line was almost in sight.

It's not like you didn't enjoy hanging out with Jacob. The two of you had become close friends since his character had been introduced as your new love interest at the start of the season. It was also helpful that Jacob was a huge sports fan so him being seen with a formula 1 driver didn't raise any questions. He also loved talking to Mick about cars so he was happy to tag along on your 'dates'.

Like right now, when you and Mick had found yourselves at a group dinner with Jacob, a popstar, two NBA players, and a few more of your co-stars.

"You know I love your friends but I really wish this was just the two of us," Mick took hold of your hand beneath the table, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin. "We could be home alone right now eating pasta. I would have gotten to have my desert first."

"I've been promising Olivia I'd catch up with her for ages," you whispered. "I couldn't turn her down a third time."

You would have much rather been at home too. You'd been on edge all day. Your manager was going to ring you some time tonight and you'd been over thinking the phone call since you'd woken up.

Olivia knew what day it was, how could she not when you brought it up any chance you got? She'd invited you and Mick out tonight as a distraction. "I can see the wheels turning in your head, babe," she said from across the table. "I know you're thinking about it."

"It's an Oscar nomination, how could she not be thinking about it?" Jacob asked, tossing a chip in his mouth.

It was true, how could it not be on your mind? As soon as your new film had started being shown to the press, the Oscar buzz had begun. It had only intensified when the film was finally released, and now you had an entire studio worth of pressure on your shoulders. Today was the day nominations would be announced and you were just waiting for your phone to start buzzing in your pocket.

"You'll get it, Hase. I know you will. You deserve it."

"I bet you'll feel like shit if she doesn't get it now," someone said quickly followed by a thud and a yelp.

"Of course she'll get it, the movie's incredible."

"She's incredible in everything she's in!"

You drowned out their chatter, a bubbly feeling slowly growing in your stomach. You'd won awards before; hell you'd won an Emmy for the first season of your TV show, but the Oscars were big. Really big.

A tapping on your shoulder snapped you out of your daze and Mick said, "your phone's ringing."

"Everyone shush," Olivia's eyes widened as you answered your phone. Her whole body seemed to vibrate as you spoke to someone on the other end.

"Okay, thank you," you nodded, listening as your manager said something about press and photographs. "Yeah, I'll speak with you in the morning. Okay. Bye."

The table was silent, everyone's eyes were on you, waiting for you to speak.

"I got the nomination. Best Actress."

Cheers and shouts erupted from everyone at the table. Olivia was the loudest, shouting that she never had any doubt, but your eyes were focused solely on your boyfriend.

He grinned, "ich war mir sicher, dass du es kapieren würdest, Hase."

"I don't know what that means but it sounds like you love me."

"I do love you," his hands grabbed your cheeks, pulling your face to his as he kissed you. Just as you deepened the kiss by slipping your tongue into his mouth he whispered, "ich bin so stolz auf dich"

"Again, no idea," your lips chased after him as he pulled away to look in your eyes.

He went in for another kiss but stopped when Olivia cleared her throat, "as much as I'm loving this moment between you two, there's cameras."

Y/N L/N CAUGHT CHEATING ON JACOB ELORDI

Y/N L/N SEEN KISSING MICK SCHUMACHER AT AN INTIMATE DINNER: CLICK HERE TO SEE HER RUMOURED BOYFRIEND'S REACTION

JACOB ELORDI REPORTEDLY DEVASTED AMIDST Y/N L/N CHEATING RUMOURS

"Oh my god, I'm going to have to post one of those notes app apologies, aren't I?" You'd been pacing the living room for what felt like hours.

Mick had checked his phone and it hadn't been longer than five minutes. He'd tried to pull you in for a hug but you'd shaken him off, continuing your laps around the coffee table. He'd resigned himself to sitting on the couch and letting you rant. "You haven't done anything wrong."

"People think I cheated on Jacob."

"You'd have to be dating him for it to count as cheating."

"Everyone hates me!"

"I think you're overreacting, Hase."

"You don't get it, Mick. You're not a woman. It's always our fault. They're making me out to be some sort of... I don't know... Sex-crazed adulterer!"

"Adulterer? I don't know what that means."

"Cheater, Mick. I'm a cheater," you finally collapsed on the couch next to him, your hands covering your face.

"Hase. Schatz. Love. Come here," he patted his thigh and you sighed, reluctantly moving to sit on his lap. All it took was Mick stroking your hair for you to bury your face in his shoulder and let out a shaky breath.

"You haven't done anything, okay? It's always just been me and you. You can't cheat on me with me, can you? Plus it's not like you've ever kissed Jacob or confirmed you two were dating. The media made it all up in their heads. Sure you never told them they were wrong and I'm not going to say I said it would end badly-"

"Mick," you groaned. "Not helpful."

"It'll blow over, Hase. I promise."

He looked so sure of his words, his blue eyes full of confidence. He always had a way of putting you at ease.

You pressed your forehead against his and kissed his nose. "You still love me, right?"

He went to turn his head away but your palm caught his cheek, keeping his eyes locked on your own. "Do I need to respond to that?"

"Yes."

"Ich liebe dich mehr als alles andere."

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German translations (idk German so I used a translator)  Hase, Schatz = affectionate nicknames (side note: all german nicknames are adorable) Ich war mir sicher, dass du es kapieren würdest = I knew you’d get it Ich bin so stolz auf dich = I’m so proud of you Ich liebe dich mehr als alles andere = I love you more than anything

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[barcalover86]

PEDRI ONE SHOT

Jealous-P.G.

(Y/n version)

You've been dating Pedri for 4 months. You loved each other a lot, but even after all these months, you can't believe that he chose you and not any other girl that was prettier than you.

This was one of the reasons you were scared to lose him. Maybe someday he will see someone that was right for his level and leave you.

Maybe he will realise that you can't give him what he wants so you were all the time worried and insecure.

It's not that you don't trust him. He is the sweetest person to you and tries every time to show you how much he loves you, but it's all just seems like a dream. It was a really good dream, and you were scared that this eventually would end.

Now Pedri was injured, and he spent more days with you. Everything seemed to be perfect until you were invited to the birthday party of one of your boyfriend's friends.

You've never met her and were really concerned about what she would think of you.

The location of the party was really beautiful. A lot of people were invited and were swimming in the club's swimming pool.

Pretty girls everywhere you were looking, in revealing bikinis and dresses. You couldn't lie. They are having some pretty gorgeous bodies.

Pedri ordered the drinks for you two. He wanted to have fun tonight after the intense season he had, so he chose some shots, and you said you only wanted a free alcohol cocktail so that you can drive both home tonight.

Pedri told you that you could just ask for a driver, but you didn't feel the need to drink right now.

All you did was look at the beautiful girls that were partying next to you.

Pedri was talking with a few friends after he introduced you to them.

They were nice, but not exactly your type.

Pedri was feeling sad that you weren't in the mood for talking, so he just let you be with your thoughts, knowing that he can't do anything to help you right now. He promised himself to talk with you the next morning.

After some time, the birthday girl named Jess asked Pedri to go in the pool with her to have some fun. He looked at you for approval and went with her after you nodded. You didn't want for him to be half naked after a half-naked gorgeous body girl, but were too shy to say no to him.

You looked at the two of them who seemed to have a lot of fun.

Pedri wasn't exactly looking at her body, but when she turned around intentionality, his eyes were going at her curved ass for a second by accident, but you, of course, saw.

This girl knew that he has a girlfriend, but didn't mind at all.

She wanted him all to herself even if he is taken.

You started to get really jealous, and when she touched his abs and chest, you had enough.

"Pedri, can we go home, please? I'm tired. " You tried to talk to him, but he said that it was too early for you to go home.

"But I'm tired, Pedri. Please, " you repeated yourself, but he just told you to get home because he will ask for a driver.

"Oh sure, bebé. You just had to ask me to stay with her this night, and I would have left! Have fun and happy birthday, Jess, " you said, really angry and frustrated with tears in your eyes.

Everyone looked at you in shock, but now you didn't have time to feel embarrassed. You went home, threw yourself on the bed, and started to kick yourself.

Of course, he wouldn't want you. He has a tone of girls, why would he choose you.

A simple girl.

You cried hard while packing your things quickly. You wanted to leave his house as soon as possible and go home where you could be alone.

When you were almost done, you heard someone rushing to your room.

"Y/n!!! I called you multiple times. You scared me to death, amor..wait-what are you doing?" he felt like his heart just broke when he saw you packing your chlotes with red and puffy eyes.

"What do you think, amor? you replied mad.

"No, no, no, no, no, no" he said while trying to make you stop and to put you closer to him"

"Leave me alone, Pedro! Go to the fucking birthday girl you adore that much"

"What??? Y/n, stop! You don't need to be jealous right now, please. I love you and only you. You have no idea how my heart is breaking right now, seeing that you want to leave me. She means nothing to me. She is just an old friend. I told you before that she is a flirty type of girl. Please please please don't leave me. "

You didn't listen to him at all. Now you were on your living room, ready to leave all behind .

"Y/N!!! I LOVE YOU! I ran here the moment you left." he really was sweating. You didn't notice it.

"Of course, I wouldn't let you leave alone, and I would have come with you because all I wanted to do tonight was being with you. I tried to talk to you. " Yes, he did, "You were tired and didn't wanna talk. Sorry, I let you alone. I wanted to swim with you, but you made a lot of excuses. I was the one who questioned himself all night long if you still feel something for me. And now, with you leaving...I-no..I can't, " he started to cry so hard.

You've never seen him cry, especially this hard. Your heart shattered at his words. There's no way you didn't love him anymore.

"Cariño.."

You went and hugged him, his body now on the floor. His hands were on his eyes, but his sobs were heard loudly.

"Lo siento mucho.."

You felt so bad for making him this sad. You kissed his forehead softly making sure to tell him how much he means to you.

You also explained your situation to him and he told you that you had to say this before you decided to leave the house.

You knew that you exaggerated at this point so you felt so bad.

After he calmed himself a little, he looked into your eyes. His were red, but full of love.

"I just can't imagine myself without you.."

"Oh, Pedri.." you said while hugging him again.

After you kissed his lips, you went to your bed, cuddled eachother and slept.

The next morning, you talked about the whole thing, knowing that both of you made some mistakes, and promised yourselfs to tell everything from now on.

#fc barca #fc barcelona #football #pedri fanfic #pedri fluff #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez #pedri one shot #pedri #pedri x reader #pedri x y/n #pedri x you

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Karasuno's Manager:

The Tiny Giant's Little Sister

Karasuno featuring Tenma Udai (tiny giant) x first year female manager

Warnings: light Kageyama x Hinata exchange Swearing

A/N: This is a request from @korrynn-nadine! Sorry if the tag didn't stick, this happens alot to me 😅

Ahh to be a High school freshman/first year again

Just kidding 😅 I hated high school

But that doesn't mean you have to hate High School YN

And I imagine going to Karasuno would be oh so exciting!

Literally, there is so many cool sports, the people seem nice and the uniforms 👌🏻

You can't tell me their uniforms aren't comfy ✋🏻 because they are

I believe Noya's uniform assessment

NE WAYS you also came to Karasuno because it was your brother's alma mater

Thanks right, your big brother is none other than....

TENMA UDAI 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

Aka the Tiny giant

Aka the guy Hinata looks up to 🙌🏻

Not me hinting that detail would ever be problematic/ important 👀

I would NEVER

You needed a club and bad!

In fact, you just so happened to be telling your resident bestie Yachi of your plight

"Do you know of any clubs that need a manager??"- You to Yachi

Unbeknownst to know, a certain someone heard you

Not Kiyoko sneaking behind corners scouting for managers 😫

Just kidding that's definitely Noya and Tanaka following Kiyoko as she scouts for managers

"Hey did you both say you needed a club?"- Kiyoko, our resident gorgeous third year says

You 👉🏻 yes 😍

Yachi 👉🏻 😐😳🥵 yes...

"Would you like to come check out the team with me tonight?"- Kiyoko

Kiyoko would never show this but she's definitely begging for you to say yes!

You practically leaped at the opportunity

Because you see, you might know a thing or two about volleyball 🏐

I mean your brother IS the tiny giant after all

But you, yourself are also skilled in volleyball knowledge

Our smart queen YN 🥰

At practice, you show up and get introduced to the team

Immediately Hinata gets one of this like psychic feelings

Hinata swears he knows you from somewhere but he can't place it

You know, like when he knew Shiratorizawa was outside the gym doors in season 3?

"ThErE hErE"- Hinata 😠

I get so distracted, back to business 👏🏻

So of course, he says something 😐

No chill this boy istg-

"Hey you look familiar, don't I know you?"- Hinata

You just stare 👁👄👁

"Hinata you dumbass not everyone knows you!"- Kageyama says smacking Hinata

"Chill out crappy-yama! This is why you'll never have a girlfriend! You can't even talk to girls!"- Hinata 😜

Daichi rn 👉🏻 😡

Tsukishima 👉🏻 📱

Asahi 👉🏻 panicking

"Alright Alright you idiots, break it up! Don't you know you should never fight in front of ladies!"- Tanaka

Kiyoko 👉🏻😐🙄 this is why we can't have nice things

After that strange encounter, you begin your trial as Karasuno's newest manager

Honestly, you love it!

Filling water bottles, taking notes, doing team laundry

You even manage to help the boys with practice

"Wow YN! You really know alot about volleyball!"- Hinata 🤩

"Thanks! My brother played for Karasuno years ago, so I know a few things!"- You

"Oh who was your brother YN?"- Daichi asks

You were just about to answer when Kiyoko called you to help set up chairs!

"Just a second!"- You say waving to the boys and running to help your fellow manager

I mean, knowing your brother couldn't really be THAT important right?

👆🏻 as the gif suggests, it does in fact prove to be a big deal 😅

You're bother just so happens to be home for the weekend and you tell him about how you are Karasuno's Manager

You also tell him about Hinata

Just wait until he finds out you talked him up YN ✋🏻

You're brother asks you about the team and you tell him that they are sure to go to Nationals again

"I should probably come check them out then"- Tenma says

You nod in agreement as you text Coach Ukai and Takeda to make sure it's all good

They agree, knowing your brother use to play for Karasuno

However 👀 they never made the connection that YOU were the sister of the Tiny giant

Boy are they all in for a big surprise 🤩

On Monday, you arrive at practice and set up

As the boys enter and begin to warm up, you patiently await your brother's arrival

"Hey whose that guy?"- Hinata asks as he dozens of eyes follow him to the door

Only Ukai makes the connection 😳

"Holy crap that's Tenma Udai!"- he whispers to Takeda

"Who is that?"- Takeda

"You remember Hinata's role model? Well that's him!"- Ukai

Takeda 👉🏻😱😱

But Ukai and Takeda aren't the only ones to notice something

"Wait? Didn't YN say her brother use to play for Karasuno?"- Daichi asks Suga and Asahi

They both nod 😃

"And her brother is pretty short..."- Daichi

They both nod again 😃

"Do you think?"- Daichi 👀

Again 👉🏻 nod 😃

"Guys this is my big brother Tenma Udai! He use to play for Karasuno a few years ago!"- You say

It kind of hits Kageyama all at once

Like a train 🚆

Because man's knows volleyball and he knows that name!

Only Kageyama is like frozen 😳

You just look at Kageyama, Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Takeda and Ukai who all seem to just be staring with their mouths open 😲

Leave it to Hinata to break the silence

"Wow you are short like me! What position did you play?"- He asks Tenma

"Winged spiker"- Tenma answers with a smile

"With your height?? That's so cool! So you were like the Tiny giant before me then!"- Hinata

Oh you precious idiot 😭

It's then that you realize

"Oh yeah, I don't think I ever mentioned my brother is the tiny giant"- you say, nonchalantly

Give it a minute

Just a second longer ⌚️

"Wait ✋🏻 ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW??"- Hinata 👇🏻

"Yep that's me. Former #10"- Tenma says smiling at the ginger boy who is now just so excited

Literally you made his entire life YN 😭

Hinata is going to want to ask a million questions but we limit him to 5

The team enjoys having your brother around and the advice he gives

Hinata is star struck the entire time

Our bby is so happy rn 🤩

When Hinata and Kageyama show Tenma their quick, Tenma is shocked 😲

"Holy crap thats amazing!! I think that's higher than I could even jump!"- Tenma says

Hinata and Kageyama nearly die from the compliment

When Tenma takes his leave, he promises to come back to watch the boys when they make it to Nationals

"Don't let me down guys!"- Tenma says, waving as he takes his leave

You just stand there and wave, turning to see the faces of your team staring at you

"Yn why didn't you tell us sooner??"- Daichi scolds

"Yeah YN we could have prepared more!"- Suga follows up

You 👉🏻😃 excuse me?

Meanwhile Hinata is just standing there with the biggest smile ever

YN you made our feral child so darn happy 🥰

#haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyū!! #haikyu headcanons #haikyu headcannons #karasuno x you #karasuno x reader #karasuno x female reader #karasuno x yn #hq karasuno #karasuno chaos #haikyuu karasuno #karasuno manager #udai tenma #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #daichi sawamura #asahi azumane #sugawara kōshi #tanaka ryunosuke #nishinoya yū #kiyoko shimizu #yachi hitoka #hq tiny giant #karasuno #female reader #haikyu #haikyu x reader #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x you

[toasttt11]

introducing maddox

Maddox Theodore Hughes was the third born of Jim and Ellen Hughes, born on March 10, 2002.

Maddox and Luke has always been the closest out of the siblings, when they were younger Maddox and Jack use to be the closer but as the grew up Jack started hanging out with friends more and Maddox spent his time with his younger brother.

Maddox and Quinn have always been extremely similar in personality, they both tend to be more grumpy, they both always end up making sarcastic quips, and they both are always hating on Trevor.

Maddox and Jack use to be really close but got more distance as they grew up, Maddox is definitely more careful of what he says around Jack not truly feeling completely comfortable around Jack after hearing what Jack said.

Maddox and Luke have always easily stayed the closet and end up talking the most out of the siblings, Luke had a feeling for the longest out anyone that Maddox may be bisexual but Luke never said anything waiting till Maddox was comfortable.

Maddox has always been the biggest Mama’s boy, his mom has always been his favorite person. Ellen and Maddox always talk the most out of her and her kids.

Maddox has always looked up to his father wanting to make his father proud, and when Maddox discovered his sexuality he was afraid of his father’s reaction it put a lot of strain on the relationship.

When the Hughes moved to Toronto, they met the neighbors who had a daughter Sophia who is same age as Maddox, the two quickly became the best of friends, and many thought the two would end up together except for the twos family who has seen Sophia and Luke interact and knew Sophia and Luke would end up together, something Maddox has always hoped for wanting two of his favorite people.

Sophia and Maddox have always been platonic soulmates and they have always been very supportive of each other.

Sophia started Collage at the University of Michigan in 2020, Major in Marine Biology and apart of the dance team, she graduates in 2024 and has already made plans to join Luke in New Jersey.

Maddox has known he’s bisexual since he was fourteen, and it’s something he did try to fight and not be but he realized it’s who he is and he can’t change it. Definitely sacred of people he cares for to find out and it changing their view of him.

Trevor met Maddox when Maddox was 14 and Trevor was 15, Trevor has never stated out loud he was bisexual to anyone besides to his family and Jamie and his friends they are just use to him flirting witty everyone that they didn’t really think he might not be straight. Trevor has been head over heels in love with Maddox since they met for the first time and Maddox thought Trevor was wildly annoying.

Everyone is use to Trevor flirting with Maddox mostly thinking Trevor is doing it to mess with Jack, but truthfully it’s not why Trevor is doing it. Trevor has been trying for years to get Maddox to like him and maybe they can finally go on a date.

Ellen and Maddox were out shopping on day and in the pouring rain found a kitten that only looked days old and Maddox sat in the rain for an hour waiting for the cat to trust him so he could pick it up, he hand fed ever two hours for weeks until the cat could eat kitten food. The cat is named mouse and she is Maddox’s favorite thing ever.

Alex Vlasic and Maddox met when Maddox moved to Michigan and they have been best friends since, they ended up playing a season together in NTDP before Alex was drafted to the Blackhawks. Alex was one of the first people Maddox told about being traded to the Blackhawks.

Quinn got a teddy bear for Maddox was when he was born and Maddox use to bring that bear with him everywhere gaining the nickname Bear from his family. Ellen has always loved called Maddox, Maddi and it’s a nickname that’s usually only their family uses, Maddox doesn’t like anyone else using it.

A lot of his friends and teammates had started calling Maddox, Teddy when they learned his middle name, and it’s a name that had always stuck around.

Maddox met Connor in 2021 during a hockey tournament Connor was playing in, Connor knew exactly who he was and they started talking and Connor really enjoyed the advice from Maddox. The two stayed in touch and Connor really looked up to Maddox as an older brother especially with Connor’s draft coming up, Connor was really exicted when he heard the Blackhawks thad first pick as Maddox was on the team. Maddox came to Connor’s draft and supported him that day.

Connor’s parents felt a lot better knowing Connor has someone in Chicago who will look after him, Connor got an apartment in the same building and usually spends most free time with Maddox and Maddox always cooks for Connor. Maddox had Connor put on the same line as him and many could see how well the two played together.

Maddox even though he is younger had become a good leader of the blackhawks many of the younger players always asking him for help, Maddox has easily supported his team and motivated them. Many players had suggest Maddox becomes the Captain and their Coach can tell that is a good idea and he plans to name him Captain soon something Maddox is not aware of.

#maddox hughes au #trevor zegras x reader #connor bedard x reader #jack hughes x reader #trevor zegras #nhl x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes x reader #jh86 #quinn hughes #luke hughes x reader #jamie drysdale x reader #chicago blackhawks #nick foligno #lukas reichel #alex vlasic #mh22

[blueaetherr]

could you pls write a second part to “to love and to be loved”? maybe a continuation where trent confesses or where they’re already together? you choose<3

when fates align

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where trent and y/n unknowingly witness their fates fall into perfect position

author's note: part two to this imagine

now playing: favourite by nicki minaj ft. jeremih

During the early night, Trent and Y/N were up in the hills of LA overlooking the grand sight of the City of Lights. Up there, alone together as an unbothered pair, there was amusement and enjoyment as they smiled and laughed at whatever and drank whatever they wanted, vibing to the music they chose to play aloud for everyone yet nobody to hear.

Considering the end of the season Trent decided to on holiday, and with Y/N. It was not only his chance to drift away from his daily life but to also spend some valued time with his friend. Fortunately, Trent knew his dear Y/N so well, so well that he understood that they were still in their feelings about their ex-lover even if they refused to say it. Either way, Trent wanted Y/N to feel better about themself, to have them neglect their past lover in mind and thought.

The open environment, the calm scenes they had sight of almost every day, being some miles away from their relationship problems, blasting their favourite tunes without fear of judgement, playing both childish and explicit games—it provided Y/N with enough assurance that let them decompress and relax for a minute, letting Y/N enjoy the time spent together with her friend, something Trent deeply cherished for some right and wrong reasons.

"I remember playing Just Look Over Shoulder while I was getting ready for some party and he told me you know it's sampled, right?" Y/N started with their focus on the picturesque views of LA. "And obviously I knew 'cause you can just hear MJ's voice throughout the song, but I didn't know what song was sampled. So he introduced me to the original song and from then on, my appreciation for sampled songs went to another level, especially this one," they exhaled softly before turning to Trent with a hopeful glance. They clasped their fingers together. "So what do you think?"

After listening to the I'll Be There, Trent took the earphones out of his ears. Then he nodded in approval, his facial expression remaining positive and bright. "Yeah, I think it's really nice."

"Oh yeah?" Their eyes gleamed with excitement. Not that Y/N expected their music taste to be turned down, but rather she cared a lot about his opinion— because it was Trent.

"Of course," Trent said with a small laugh, adjusting his position on his car's hood. He cleared his throat, before folding his arms. "I don't think you can go wrong with the Jackson 5."

"I know." Then there was a slight dip in their smile, their eyes falling to their lap. "I hate that I love it though, and every other sampled song."

"Wait, why?" Trent wondered as a frown settled across his lips, his eyes clouded with sympathy. For a minute he thought he had done everything to let Y/N destress and relax. I mean everything had been going so well for some time until some moments ago. It was a mild guess, but he could guess it was caused by the thought of a past lover.

Y/N shook her head. They knew they would find some level of shame in their reasons. "I love them 'cause of him." And I'm correct, Trent thought. With their fingers picking at their shorts, they explained, "Every time I listen to them– some even being my favourite songs– my thoughts go back to him. I think about him and I don't want to, you know?"

Trent's eyes wandered around the scenery before they returned to Y/N, asking, "Do you hate your ex?"

"No. Not really." In truth, Y/N could never hate their ex-partners, both more and less recent ones. Their relationships never ended with arguments, hateful words or with resentment. Instead, the two parties always ended on mutual terms and exchanged their best wishes before parting ways. There was nothing to hate or even dislike about their partners when respect was a given for all of them. 

"It's the fact that everything we had—which was something really good—has kinda been left for me to hold for now," Y/N held their hand up as if they were holding something. "From what I've seen, he's kinda moved on."

Trent nodded slowly, carefully thinking out his response. In simple, he wanted to restore his friend's happiness and confidence. "Your liking towards sampled songs shouldn't be burdened by your ex introducing them to you," he assured, moving his shoulders up and down. "I mean unless you can, I can't see you unliking them any time soon."

They bit the inside of their cheek. "Then what do you suggest I should do?"

"Redirect your feelings about sampled songs towards other things and people," Trent advised, "That way you can enjoy them without having your ex in mind."

Y/N hummed, "Other things and people, huh?"

Noticing the humour and suggestiveness in their response Trent's lips stretched upward, his dimples on perfect display. "Anything and anyone you want."

Y/N tilted their head slightly. "Like a new partner?" When his face dulled Y/N let out a chuckle, holding their stomach. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, relax," they reached their hand on the nape of their neck and leaned back a bit. "I know I'm not in the right place to be in a new relationship."

Although Y/N wasn't quite over their ex, their self-worth and confidence still remained. They understood well that they were lovable and all their other relationships were just simply unfortunate and temporary, and not wastes of time. That there would be a time, maybe after a few more relationships, when they would remain in a stable one. That somewhere there was someone who they sooner or later could define as home and experience, fulfilling their desire to be loved. They just had to be patient and willing to be given the right person rather than trying to rush fate.

"Remember a few weeks ago when you told me you had someone in mind?" They asked as their eyes settled on the views in front of them. They couldn't help it—so mesmerising and delicate to the eye from a high rural position.

"Briefly, yeah," Trent coughed out a response, his words opposing his thoughts so well. He hadn't expected the two to return to the conversation. Not only was it a few weeks ago but he thought Y/N would take it as him speaking hypothetically (even though he wasn't). "What about it?"

"Well, I've been thinking about it, you know, 'cause I love and value your opinion so much. So I've been trying to imagine the next person I might be with, trying to guess if you were describing one of our friends or maybe someone I haven't met yet. And it's been hard 'cause everything you said I mean..." Y/N stretched their words as they lifted their hand above their head, "You set the standards high like that."

Monitoring their facial expression Trent was quick to notice their mild sadness. He patted their shoulder before assuring softly, "You've always had high standards." He didn't just say that to reassure his friend—he truly believed Y/N held high standards when it came to dating. This was evident in the fact that he never found himself hating or disliking any of their ex-partners. What they saw as their low standards was the fact their relationships failed to last for significant lengths of time.

"Yeah, but they're always kinda redundant by the time the relationships end. Anyway, I've thought, and thought, and thought and... I don't know. But whoever it is, wherever they may be right now, they do sound wonderful," Y/N nodded, their recent frown forming into a smile. And though it was small, it managed to reach their eyes perfectly. Then they directed their words towards Trent, "Just like you, so really, I have nothing to stress about, right?"

Something quite evident about the pair's friendship was the fact that Y/N highly appreciated Trent, in both platonic and otherwise ways. He provided their bests through their worst, he provided them reassurance when their confidence was low. He always went beyond the expectations of one's typical friend and for that, they would forever remain grateful that he was involved in their life every day.

For some time there was some quiet between the two, soft music from the speaker brought along lounging in the air. The blend of everything, the soft music, the default romantic scenery they found themselves in, the invisible feelings in the air, and Trent's loud thoughts overwhelming his judgement—was enough for Trent to say what had been on his mind for some time, somewhere as early as Y/N's first relationship.

"I didn't want to tell you a few weeks ago 'cause I thought it would be cruel considering you just broke up with your partner, and I also didn't want to pressure you into feeling any type of way and I'm not expecting anything in return. That wouldn't have been nice, would it? And to be honest, I feel like I shouldn't be saying this now either since you still seem to be getting over your ex. But I just wanted to let you know, that's all."

Y/N's face fell at his words, some confusion yet understanding falling over them. They didn't know exactly what Trent was saying, but they were willing to tune in carefully.

"I'm the person I've had in mind for you. I'm this wonderful person I was talking about a few weeks ago. I'm the wonderful person you're talking about now, the one who set your standards high apparently. Again, you don't have to say anything. I-I—" Trent exhaled deeply as he closed his eyes. His lack of sight gave him some clarity, letting him focus. "Clearly, you've taken my words seriously, so I feel like it's only fair to tell you so I don't lead you astray when everything I was talking about was about, well, me."

Opening his eyes Trent was faced with Y/N. Slowly, realisation dawned on their face as their mouth fell open. It was then that Trent felt panic cross over his face. Did he just say all that for everything to not work out in the end?

But then they came through, their facial expression beginning to open up. "I don't know, Trent... I feel like you're forcing fate right now."

"Really? You've been thinking and wondering about that? " Trent scoffed out a small laugh, one full of relief and happiness. Relief and happiness in finally knowing that the feelings he had been holding towards someone for some time weren't all for nothing and one-sided. "I don't know about you but it sounds like everything's falling into place just right."

Y/N shrugged with a smile, one shy yet somehow still mirroring Trent's. "Maybe is it, you know." They declared, "You're one of my favourite people, Trent. Well, you are my favourite person." Unconsciously, their exes were based on their dear friend, Trent. His vibrant personality, his dull humour, his high standards. That's why Y/N's ex-partners were all so perfect in not only their eyes but also Trent's eyes; Y/N liked everything that was Trent while Trent would, obviously, love everything that was him.

Together, the two shared kind smiles, laughter and conversations. There wasn't anything different about them, but the fact that both Trent and Y/N learned something new about one another—something both of them had wanted to be true for so long—just made their interactions now seem like a different and new experience, something where their visible emotions and feelings were involved.

There was so much to say, so much the two wanted to say, so much that needed to be said. For understanding, to ease minds, to learn all the details there was to know. 

But Trent and Y/N would wait. In that moment, emotions were overwhelming and one wanted to say this and that that it would be too chaotic. Allowing what the two wanted to happen right now would ruin the events that were supposed to happen, rushing fate. So Trent and Y/N would be patient and willing for when it would be okay to move forward, and for once, together.

In the meantime, Trent and Y/N would enjoy their time together somewhere in the hills of LA. They would cherish their final moments together as just friends, knowing that when they would return to their holiday home, when they would return to England, or when a few weeks or months have passed, the two would get to spend time together as everything they have wanted for each other and for themselves—loving (Y/N) and being loved (by Trent).

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexander arnold oneshots #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold x gn!reader #gn!reader #trent alexander arnold x black!reader #black!reader #football imagines #trent alexander arnold blurbs #football fanfiction #football fanfic #football oneshots #football fluff #black reader

[halfagone]

I loved what you did for my miraculous x DP prompt! This next prompt is kinda a continuation of it? Depending on the age difference between Danny and the miraculous duo, maybe he can kinda be a bit of a mentor for them? Like, as soon as they get the whole misunderstanding of Danny being an akuma out of the way his core immediately latches on to them as a sort of his protection obsession. Ooh, maybe he’s helped out the kwami before back in this time traveling days and Tikki and Plagg remember him and apologize for their holders attacking Danny? What do you think?

Ooh, that's great to hear! I'm glad you liked it, hopefully there weren't too many spelling/grammatical mistakes. lol So Danny would probably have to be... 16 or so years old (maybe 15, if his birthday hasn't come around yet), since I had Jazz just graduating high school and soon off to college. Marinette and Adrien can be anywhere from 13 to 15 years old, depending on what season we have this set in. Since he's still Hawkmoth and not Monarch, then safe to say, it's pre-season 4. So... let's make them 14, and Danny 16. For simplicity's sake. I don't write usually Danny with a protection obsession, not because I don't like the idea, but because it limits a lot of routes I could take with his characterization, but let me try it out this time for the idea. While I usually like the idea of Danny going back in time and fighting with other Miraculous users, I think in this situation it would have to be strictly with other Miraculous and not the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous, else Danny would have recognized them, even if he was sleep deprived.

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Danny had been laying out in bed, finally getting some rest after the... adventure, if one could call it that, he had today. Ladybug and Chat Noir, as they had introduced themselves in English (and yeah, Danny knew Chat Noir was technically "Cat Black", but he wasn't calling the guy that, alright?), had been sincerely apologetic when they found out he wasn't an akuma, and even more apologetic when they found out he was a hero.

Honestly, Danny was just relieved that they actually believed him and didn't just accuse him of lying to them. Or attacking him on sight any further once they found out he was a ghost. He didn't blame them once he found out the situation. He'd heard stories of the Black Cat and Ladybug Miraculous, of course, but he'd never actually gotten to meet the holders before. Most of his experience was limited to the Snake, the Dragon, and the Peacock wielder.

Danny sighed as he sunk into bed further, grateful that his sister had already fallen asleep.

When Ladybug had informed him that Hawkmoth (honestly, what kind of name was that?) had control of the Peacock, he'd been... heartbroken, for the lack of a better word. He'd been given the chance to wield the Peacock Miraculous just once, but it'd been the ride of his life. He hoped Duusu was alright, stuck with a villainous holder like Mayura. And really, what happened there? How did they get ahold of the Miraculous? And why did they only start using them now?

All those thoughts spun around his head like sheep, and unfortunately, Danny wasn't in the mood to count them.

Just as he was beginning to fall asleep, however, two floating creatures hovered over his head.

Danny absolutely shrieked and scrambled up the headboard, instantly waking his sister. Jazz roused with a pinched frown, only to flail in bed when she saw the two floating creatures as well.

"Shh, it's just us!" The red one hushed gently, waving their tiny hands to calm them down.

Danny squinted at her. "Are you- The Ladybug kwami?"

The red one grinned brightly. "That's right! I'm Tikki, and this is Plagg, he's the Black Cat kwami."

"Couldn't this have waited until after I ate my cheese?" Plagg complained to Tikki.

"As if your wielder doesn't feed you constantly," Tikki reminded him pointedly, but Plagg wasn't fazed.

"What are those-" Jazz asked, pointing at the kwami with wide eyes.

"You know Ladybug and Chat Noir?" Jazz nodded. "They get their powers and suits from something called a Miraculous. These guys, the kwami, are connected to the Miraculous and give them that power."

"It's a little more complicated than that, kid," Plagg pointed out, but Danny waved him off.

"Details aren't important right now," Danny remarked. "What are you doing here? Is everything... alright?"

"We wanted to see you! We've heard plenty about you from the other kwami," Tikki explained with a twirl, her little antennae flickering with cheer. Adorable. "We know you only met us thanks to time travel, but you have a lot of valuable experience that we think could help our wielders."

"What? I got a letter of recommendation?" Danny frowned. "To do what?"

"To mentor them, what else?" Plagg remarked callously. "You've wielded the Peacock before too, haven't you? That means you have insider knowledge on how to defeat Hawkmoth and Mayura."

"But you guys are literally Kwami. You are the ultimate insider knowledge," Danny deadpanned, squinting at the pair.

Plagg and Tikki glanced between themselves.

"We're not- There's only so much we're allowed to tell," Tikki explained after some hesitation.

"Are you bound not to share secrets?" Jazz asked.

Tikki immediately lit up. "Yes! You're right! And well, we may be able to offer advice, but it's not like we can really communicate with them once they transform. We can't give any hands-on training like you can."

"What about the Guardian?" Danny prompted.

"The Guardian is biased," Plagg stated flatly.

Tikki shot him a look. "What Plagg really means by that is the Guardian... prefers a hands-off approach. And when he does step in, he... isn't always the most uniform-"

"He plays favorites doesn't he?" Jazz remarked, and Tikki sighed, her antennae falling a little.

Plagg chortled. "Oh, I like you." His laughter faded as he explained, "My holder, unfortunately, is the one that gets the short end of the straw."

"Really? But the Black Cat has always been the more- er, uncontrollable of the two, from what I hear. No offense," Danny replied, raising his hands in a peaceful gesture.

Plagg nodded. "You're not wrong about that. My holder is pretty good at reigning it in more often than not, but he's been... frustrated, on occasion, thanks to the secrets the Guardian and Ladybug- as a result- tend to keep from him."

"That's not good," Jazz murmured to herself, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"I'm not sure how much I could do," Danny told them with sincere honesty. "I know I may look like I know what I'm doing, but I can promise you I'm flying by the seat of my pants half the time."

"Most of the time," Jazz corrected.

"Okay, most of the time," Danny conceded. "Is that really the role model you want to set for your wielders?"

"They really haven't had much in the way of role models period, if you remember," Plagg quipped.

Tikki answered, "We know this may be asking a lot from you, and maybe you don't think you have much experience to offer, but you handled Ladybug and Chat Noir expertly today! Sure, it might have seemed... harsh, on occasion, but our wielders are young. They don't always know how to deal with akuma or amoks, and sometimes it results in them leaning into their special powers and limiting their timers. It's been working out for them, but Hawkmoth has been getting trickier too. They'll need someone to teach them how to use their abilities to the fullest."

"And you think I can do that?" Danny asked with a wince.

"You were a great Peacock holder, Phantom," Tikki assured him. "When you went out as Divinity, you were easily one of the strongest on the battlefield! And all the work you've done as Phantom through the years has only added to that. Could you give it a try?"

Danny looked at her earnest expression, trying not to focus on the twisting feeling in his gut. He didn't think he could do it. Not in the least. Sure, Danny had confidence in fighting his own Rogues gallery, but those guys were ghosts! He didn't always have to hold back as much. And sure, maybe Ladybug's Lucky Charm could fix a lot of the damage, but Danny- Danny didn't want to put all of his weight into attacks. What happened if he steered them wrong? What happened if he made them ruthless, harsh? They were symbols of protection here, he didn't want to poison that. Not when his own image back home was... not the best.

At the same time, his core twisted at the thought of abandoning these kids to figure it all out themselves. And okay, maybe he shouldn't call them 'kids', they couldn't be that much younger than him. But they were still so new to heroics. He might not be all that much better, but even if he had a year more than them, wasn't that a year of experience he could use to help them?

His core kept humming with help-protect-teach-comfort-protect-protect and honestly it was getting annoying.

Danny sighed. "Fine, I'll do it." But then, something occurred to him. "Ugh, I'm gonna have to break Wulf out of prison again to teach me how to make portals. There goes my vacation."

#halfagone replies #dp x mlb #did i just make danny a temp miraculous wielder? #yes yes i did

[oyesmendes]

a summer of love

a/n: here it is!!! first chapter... tell me what you think would happen, any plots, predictions, comments!! this series will follow the 2022 race schedule as it goes... so i’ll be writing as we go along, updates will come once a week. enjoy this one my loves. 

sypnosis here!

Mercedes announce Sofía Calero will partner George Russell in the 2022 season. 

This comes after Lewis Hamilton's retirement after the 2021 season, leaving Mercedes with two new drivers to start off the coming season. Calero will line up alongside George Russell as the only female on the grid, after the Spaniard signed a long term contract with the multiple championship winning team. 

As the first female driver in decades, what can this Spaniard bring to the table? 

-

"Fuck I can't believe I'm late for my first meeting." Sofía huffs as she jogs through the paddock with her physio, Emily, hot on her heels. 

"Think of it as making an entrance, besides I think other drivers also lack the sense of time management if you ask me." Emily tells her. 

"And that's why I didn't ask." 

Sofía knew the comment was snarky and rude, but after being pulled in twenty different directions today - questioning her abilities as an F1 driver, asking if it was her parents money that bought her in, if her promotion was a PR stunt; and prying about her non existent love life - she thought she earned the right to be a little cranky. But of course, she immediately shoots Emily an apologetic look. 

"I'm sorry, it's been a day." 

"You're good kiddo. I'll see you after the meeting okay? Take this." Emily hands her a bottle filled with green juice. She thanks her, taking a deep breath before speeding down the corridor. 

When Sofía gets to the room, she swings the door open a little too hard, and all 15 out of 20 drivers turned their attention to the odd one out in the room. Her. 

Guess she wasn't the latest, but she definitely got the attention she didn't need. 

"Sorry I'm late." She says sheepishly, a couple of drivers she met earlier gave her a small wave, while she moved to the empty seat next to George. 

"That's alright, we're still waiting on McLaren and Aston Martin- Oh and Alex." He tells her. She thanks the heaven for George's presence in the room. Though they were both in a new team, Sofía and George had practically grown up together, alongside Lando and Alex when her parents moved her to England for karting. So it was safe to say she was feeling a little more comfortable with these boys around. 

The rest of the drivers come stumbling in soon after, apologising for their tardiness on the first meeting of the season. She catches Lando's eyes when he walks in, a shit-eating grin on his face as he finds himself a seat. You could tell he was excited, to say the least. 

The meeting drags on for about two hours as the drivers run through new regulations and fool around occasionally. Once it ends, Sofía is right on her feet, moving towards the papaya driver she calls her best friend. 

"Calero!" Lando shouts when he spots her. 

"Cabrón!" She says back as they hug. 

Alex walks over, patting her on the shoulder. 

"Welcome to the club, love." 

"Thank you. I really never expected this much testosterone in a room."

George laughs, "wait till you get to a press conference, the air pretty much gets suffocating," 

"Or you bore yourself to death." Lando adds. 

They all fall into conversation as they make their way out to head back to their hotels. George and Alex are in front, while Sofía is speaking to Lando, until a certain Ferrari driver stops next to him. 

"Oh Carlos! Meet Calero-" She swats his arm, earning a yelp. 

"What did I do?!" 

"You can't keep introducing me using my last name, Lando." Sofía scolds, and Lando rubs his arm, muttering something under his breath. 

She stretches her hand out, offering a warm handshake to Carlos. 

"Sofía Calero." 

"Carlos," He shakes her hand, eyes meeting her green ones. 

"Encantado de conocerte." Nice to meet you. 

Carlos was taken aback with her Spanish, and it was evident on his face. He laughs with embarrassment. 

 "Sorry, I didn't expect you to speak Spanish. It's nice to meet you too." 

"Because of my accent?" Sofía asks. 

Carlos nods. 

"I grew up with little Lando here," she reached her hand over to ruffle Lando's hair. Which earns a groan and a grumble from him. 

"In England, since I was 8? 9? I don't really remember the exact age, but yeah that's where the accent comes from." 

"Oh so you've been friends for a while now?" Carlos asks, giving side eyes to Lando, who has this playful grin on his face. 

"All our lives." Sofía answers, oblivious to the looks the boys were shooting at each other. 

As Carlos was getting ready to continue the conversation, Sofía was being called by over by Emily. 

"Guess that's my cue," She waves, walking further away from the two, "I'll see you guys. Nice meeting you, Carlos!" 

Carlos waves stupidly, a mesmerised look in his eyes. 

"I see what you did there!" Lando screams, and Carlos scrambles to cover his mouth. 

"You like her!" Lando whisper shouts, walking excitedly next to Carlos. 

"I just think she's beautiful. And why the hell haven't you introduced me to her?" Carlos counters. Lando wiggled his brows at him, 

"Just because. And-" He turns to Carlos, "wait till you see her in the car, you'll think she's hot."

-

Of course, Lando was right. Sofía was not only beautiful, but she was also hot as fuck driving the W13. 

Carlos watched all of her test laps, pretended to pass the Mercedes garage as she got out of the car, and watched as she pulled off her helmet with her balaclava. At this point in time, he was borderline stalking, watching carefully as she headed out of the garage to the paddock after exchanging a few words with the engineers. 

He makes his way through the paddock as well, hoping to bump into the Mercedes driver. And with lady luck on his side, Carlos walks right into her. 

"Oh sorry!" She almost doubled over, Carlos helping her steady herself. 

"Estás bien?" He asks. Sofía looks up, and he swore her eyes nearly melted his heart. Get it together, Carlos. You barely know the girl. 

"Estoy bien, bien. Wait-" She takes a good look at him, "didn't you finish testing this morning?" Oh, she was paying attention. Carlos rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. 

"I did, just had a couple of things to wrap up. And I wanted to watch Charles on track too." Liar. Sofía doesn’t seem to notice, only nodding as she begins to walk towards her motorhome with Carlos following along. 

"So is that why you were outside the Mercedes garage?" Oh she know knows. He looked like a deer caught in headlights as the words fell out of her mouth. Sofía chuckles, her hand resting on his arm. 

"I'm just joking with you alright. I saw you slow down when you passed our garage. Admiring the W13?” C'mon Carlos, try to come up with something good.  

“Nah, I was trying to see if there was a way I could steal some tips from another championship winning team." He replies, shooting her a wink along with it. Sofía chuckles lightly while Carlos cringed internally - he could not believe the moves he was pulling out of his ass right now. 

They start a comfortable conversation, where Carlos learns about the neighbourhood she grew up in Barcelona; and she tells him about her W series experiences. He listened with intent and pure curiosity, and also shared his experience with her as they made the short walk down the paddock. 

"Well," she turns to look at him when they both stop outside the Mercedes motorhome, "this is me. Thanks for the walk back, Carlos."

"It was my pleasure." Sofía turns to head inside, when Carlos calls out to her again. 

"Will you be at the dinner tomorrow?" He nearly face palms himself as the questions leaves his lips. The drivers dinner. Daniel, the life of the party on the grid, had set it up so they could all get together, and get to know Sofía. The invite literally spelt out ‘Party for Sofía’. Of course she would have to be there, Carlos. 

But Sofía only smiles at him, "of course I will." 

"Okay, okay I'll um- I'll see you there." 

"I'll see you, Carlitos." Carlitos. He was so smitten for her. 

He watches her disappear into the motorhome, until a smack on his head brings him back to reality. 

"Um- I'll see you there." Lando mocks. Carlos rolls his eyes, walking away from his best friend. 

"So when are you gonna ask her out?" He practically ran after Carlos. 

"Mate, I literally just met her."

"And?" 

"I don't want to scare her!"

Lando rolls his eyes again, "as if you could scare her with that stutter." 

-

Daniel had booked a quiet restaurant near the hotel, and Sofía had arrived a couple of minutes early, taking a seat at the empty table while she waited. She was nervous to say the least, even surrounded by her childhood friends, she was in a room full of drivers who have fought their way up here. Who have truck loads full of talent. And who was she? The only woman on the grid, here not because of her talents, but for the bucket load of money her parents had given. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of laughter and the ringing of the bell by the door. 

Lando had arrived with Charles, followed by George and Alex, and the quartet took their seats around her. 

Much to Carlos' dismay, he was left to sit at the end of the table, away from Sofía. It seemed as if she was constantly surrounded by the quartet, and they had sort of a protective effect around her that he could not get through. He spends the dinner observing her, watching as she laughs on to different stories being told. Then Daniel stands, clinking his glass with a fork. He stands proudly when everyone turns their attention to him, that signature wide grin on his face. 

He looks to Sofía, and she smiles at him. 

“Alright I’m not good at speeches but - here's a toast to our rookie of 2022 - the amazing Sofía Calero!" Cheers go all around the table, and Sofía raises her glass as well. 

"Salúd, a todo! I'm really so glad to be here and I can't wait for the season ahead." 

“Salúd!” Everyone echoes.

Dessert is served when Carlos noticed that Sofía had excused herself from the table. He follows her moves, waiting outside the female washroom. Way to be a creep, he thought to himself. But this was the only way he could even get a moment with her. After yesterday, all Carlos could think about was wanting to get to know her even more, wanting to spend time with her before anyone else could get to her. 

The door to the washroom swings open, revealing Sofía who had just touched up her makeup. 

"Oh, hi there." Her cheeks are flush from the little alcohol that she's had. 

Carlos is at a loss for words when he sees her. They stare for a couple of seconds. 

"Were you waiting for me?" Sofía asked. The alcohol in her system definitely gave her more confidence than she actually had. 

"I- uh yeah, I wanted to ask if I um-" Carlos stuttered. 

"Sainz," she forces eye contact with him, placing her hands on his shoulders, "spit it out." 

He takes in a sharp breath, "Do you want to hang out some time? Before the season begins?" 

A wide smile forms on her face. Fuck she's pretty. 

"Sure thing. I'll be in Barcelona to spend some time with my family." Sofía tells him. 

"I'll be in Madrid." 

She nods, “Maybe we can meet in Salou for a day?" 

Carlos tried to play it cool, while his heart was thumping in excitement, "Sounds good to me." 

"Great! Let me know when you're in town."

He nods, but Sofía still stands in front of him, waiting. Carlos looks around nervously, unsure of what to do, which causes her to chuckle. 

"Carlos," she stretches out her hand, "I need to give you my number so you can text me, right?" 

"Oh! Right, right.." He nearly drops his phone on the ground when he takes it out of his pocket. Sofía types her number in, then texts herself to save his number as well. She hands the phone back before walking away, and Carlos could barely contain the happiness he felt. 

He returns to the table after her, and Sofía catches his eye, raising her glass towards him. 

"Salúd" She mouths. He nods back, raising a toast to her too. 

This was going to be a good year. 

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[dancingwiththefae]

ohhhh, you knew i was gonna jump RIGHT on this therefore i shallllll.

pretty pretty please - geraskier, and fantasy man by the swell season. ( https://open.spotify.com/track/4Lcb4sEYyuHi3IPf7DAIg4?si=923ec5c4e26b48de )

omg this song is so beautiful and haunting thank you for introducing me to them <3

warnings/tags: no warnings! Just some mild hurt/comfort

wc: 786

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Jaskier wasn't in his room. He wasn't in the lab with Yennefer. In fact, no one had seen him for a while. Not long enough for them to panic. Except Geralt, of course. He traced his scent outside. Snow had fallen earlier. He hastily wrapped up and headed out. The air was still, the world silent in the dead of winter. Silent, save for Jaskier's soft humming. He was up on the ramparts. In a wave of panic, he raced up to find him. Jaskier was sitting wrapped up in his fur-lined cloak, looking out at the world with a pensive expression. His head turned as he heard Geralt approach, offering a small smile in greeting before turning back. The witcher settled himself next to him.

“Any reason you're out here?” he asked. Jaskier waved a gloved hand out to the valley and mountains beyond.

“The way the sun reflects on the snow. Makes the mountains look like they're made of diamonds.” He paused, sighed. “When the spring comes, the snow will melt, and the diamonds will disappear.”

“Enjoying the view?” Geralt said with the barest hint of teasing. There was something in the way Jaskier held himself, as if his cloak weighed much more on his shoulders than it did, that made him uneasy.

“Thinking,” the bard responded.

“About?” When Jaskier didn't respond he added “you can...talk to me.”

The bard stared at him a moment, searching for what he did not know.

“Fatherhood has changed you,” he smiled as he turned back to the view. “I was thinking about...us I suppose. I am grateful that you trust me enough to bring Ciri here. Even though she was miserable the whole time, I might add. But... we used to be so much more. Is our only bond the secrets we have to protect? Is that all we are? Do we part when spring comes?”

Geralt tried to find the words. Tried to say no, that is not all they were now, but deep inside he knew that wasn't the truth. Everything was different now. It couldn't go back to how it was and they couldn't pretend that was the case.

“You know,” Jaskier continued when Geralt had stayed silent too long, “I was always chasing after you. You always seemed two steps ahead of me. Would you ever chase after me, I wonder. Probably not.”

“I would,” Geralt interjected, “knowing you, you'd be running headlong into trouble. Someone has to stop you.”

The bard laughed and the witcher delighted in how it filled the silence of the winter afternoon.

“Our journeys are out of sync. Perhaps they will intersect again.”

“Ever the poet,” Geralt said fondly, “I need you here. With me. You remind me that.... there is more to humanity than the evil it can create.”

“Now who's the poet,” the bard teased. They lapsed into silence. Jaskier hesitantly slipped his hand into Geralt's. They watched the sun begin to set, the reflections in the snow shining brighter and then slowly fading away. Gloved hand in gloved hand they sat. Until Geralt spied his rosy cheeks and pink nose. Soft breaths like smoke in the air. The cold came in quick at night.

“Come on.” The witcher pulled him up by the hand. “Let's get you to bed before you freeze.”

Jaskier let himself be led without complaint. Even when he was clearly confused as to why he was being led away from his own room. Geralt paused at the door to his bedroom. He turned back to the bard and waited for him to say something. To reject him. But nothing came. Jaskier simply waited for him to open the door.

Once inside, Jaskier began to strip out of his winter gear. Geralt made his way over to the fireplace and arranged a few logs. He paused.

“Look away.”

Jaskier swallowed and dutifully turned away. Without another word, Geralt lit the fire with a blast of Igni.

The bard stripped down to his shirt and got into bed. Geralt hesitated before doing the same. He settled himself on the other side, leaving a gap between them. When Jaskier rolled over to face him, he did the same.

The first rays of light trickling in through the window woke him. They had somehow become much closer in the night. He watched the bard's eyes flicker open.

“Good morning,” Jaskier hummed, closing his eyes again and stretching. His voice still held the weight of sleep, his body warm as it curled up close to his. A hand came up to gently caress his cheek. Jaskier's eyes were so warm and welcoming, so full of fondness. Geralt relaxed into his touch. All was forgiven.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #geraskier fanfiction #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #faye writes

[marvelwinchester67]

MAJOR STRANGER THINGS VOLUME 2 SPOILERS BELOW

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Honestly, fuck the duffer brothers. The minute Nancy said she wanted to kill Vecna I knew something would go horribly wrong.

The minute that Eddie cut that damn rope and decided to stay behind I knew something would happen. Yet I held onto the hope that he’d be ok and Dustin would reach him in time.

I’m sorry, but if Steve can survive the demo-bats, why couldn’t Eddie? Why couldn’t he live? What was the fucking point of any of the last two episodes if they were just gonna kill off one of THE BEST characters to be introduced on this god forsaken show? It was supposed to be his year, and instead, he sacrificed himself for no goddamn reason.

Because the whole town still believes him to be a murderer and satanist. The only one who even remotely cares for him (besides Dustin) is his uncle. Who, despite seeing all the hatred for his nephew and the blatant disrespect towards him, still believes him to be alive and innocent, until Dustin tells him what happened (without telling him the real reason he died). He hands him that damn guitar pick necklace and calls Eddie a hero, he tells Wayne that he wished people had gotten to know him the way he did because they would’ve loved him. I know I did. I still do. But here’s why I REFUSE to believe he’s really dead.

1) Dustin still refers to him in the present tense. Instead of saying “He WAS a hero.” He says “He IS a hero” and that could just be nothing, but I’m holding onto the little crumbs that I can.

2) where’s his body? I know for a damn fact that Dustin never would’ve left him behind like that. He cares way to much about people to just blatantly disrespect him like that in the end. Especially after he begged Eddie to stay with him.

3) why is no one else talking about him? He literally died saving their asses, and the ONLY one who mourns him is Dustin. We know that Mike looked up to him, so why didn’t we see Dustin tell him what happened to their friend? Why didn’t we get to see Mike mourn him to? Why didn’t Steve or Robin or hell, even Nancy, say anything about him. They literally just left him there and acted like he wasn’t the reason they’re still alive (partially)

4) it was Nancy’s plan to kill Vecna. It was her idea to use a LITERAL CHILD and Eddie as bait to lure the demo-bats away when she KNEW what they were capable of doing. She only cared about killing Vecna. I mean, they almost killed Steve, but they didn’t because all of them showed up in the nick of time to save him. She should’ve known better than to have only two people be bait for those bats when she also knew what Vecna was capable of. He SHOWED her what he was gonna do, yet she still decided to kill him. And even that didn’t fucking work because he’s still alive.

5) the duffer brothers said that not all of our questions would be answered in this volume, and that we’d have to wait for season 5 to get those answers. BUT, why have Joseph Quinn petition for more scenes with Charlie in season 5? Why bait us into thinking they wouldn’t pull a Bob on us and kill him off? Why create such a lovable character, WHO WASNT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE LOVABLE IN THE FIRST PLACE CAUSE THEY WANTED HIM TO BE SCARY AND MEAN, just for us to get attached to him and be disappointed in the end?

6) if his body was never brought back to Hawkins, if he’s still there, if they just left him there, then maybe, just maybe, a hopper will be pulled and he’ll be revealed to still be alive, albeit severely injured and alone in the upside down.

7) if Max can survive being folded in half by Vecna, ACTUALLY DYING, going blind and being in a coma, then surely Eddie could survive a swarm of demo-bats? Right? I mean, I’d rather him be in a coma than dead, because then at least we’d know he’s still alive.

8) Dustin deserved so much more than having to watch as his newest best friend goes off on his own to be a “hero” when his whole character arc was about him NOT being a hero, just to watch him die in his arms as he begged him to stay alive long enough to get help. But it also begs the question. Why didn’t Dustin signal for help? Why didn’t he radio Steve, Robin and Nancy and tell them what happened and that he needed help immediately? Lucas can beg for Erica to get help for Max, but Dustin can’t beg his friends to do the same either? It’s bullshit. Utter and complete bullshit

9) for it only being two days later, it seems awfully suspicious that Dustin is out helping and volunteering at the school when his friend literally just died in his arms less than 48hrs ago. Now, that could just be because he needs to take his mind off of things. He needs a distraction from the grief so he doesn’t break down and blame himself. Because we all know Dustin, he absolutely would blame himself for what happened in the upside down two days ago. But it still seems a little suspicious that he’s there, runs into Wayne and then tells him his nephew IS a hero and not WAS a hero. Again, it could just be his way of coping, trying to pretend that Eddie’s death wasn’t as traumatic and heartbreaking as it was. But we are talking about the same kid who found a baby demogorgon and tried to raise it as a pet in secret. So it would in no way surprise me if he found a way to hide Eddie away somewhere and try to keep it to himself without telling anyone about it. Remember, eventually his friends did find out that Dart was still with Dustin, and they were mad at him for keeping it when he knew it was a monster (but Eddie’s not a demogorgon so they wouldn’t be mad at him, just confused)

10) which leads me to my final theory and point. Vecna survived in the upside down for years. Yes, he has psychic abilities that are extremely powerful, and yes he was infected by the atmosphere over time, but he still survived it, just with a new look. If Vecna can survive that place, why couldn’t Eddie? We already know he’s pretty decent at hiding, and he’s been taking care of himself for a while now because his uncle is rarely home due to working all the time. So why couldn’t he? If Henry/001 can do it, then it stands to reason that, even though Eddie has no psychic powers, he could still survive. He’s been doing it his whole life. Also, why mention his dad? Why give us any inclination of his home life before Wayne if you were just gonna kill him? Either that’s just lazy writing, or there was a point and we’ll see it in season 5 (which I hope to god it wasn’t just a plot hole to make us even more invested in his character because they already knew what would happen to him and that we’d all be upset we got Eddie and his dad crumbs just for nothing to come of it)

So, all in all, I was excited for no god damn reason, the duffer brothers really hyped up so much just for none of it to happen, I have, and always will be anti-Nancy, the entirety of volume two deserved better than what it got, we, as a fandom, deserved so much more than what we got, and I hope to god that season 5 is entirely different from this. We did not deserve to be introduced to such an amazing and complex character again, only for him to be killed, again. I actually cried when jopper kissed, I’ve been waiting for so long for them to be happy, I started sobbing again when Dustin told Wayne about Eddie, only for more sobbing to ensue when El and Hopper reunited (because I was not about to end that damn catastrophe of a volume without an El and Hopper reunion) I also will always refuse to believe Eddie is dead, because I feel like I’ve actually lost someone important to me in real life. Like, I KNOW emotional damage, but that was on a whole other level. I get attached to characters so easily, and Eddie was one of them. Still is. That soft doe-eyed metal head swooped in, stole my heart, made me fall in love, and then ripped it out slowly and painfully with that scene. I absolutely adore Joseph Quinn, and that’s coming from someone who’d never even heard of him before this season came out. He did an absolutely fantastic job with Eddie freaking Munson and he totally deserves better than the shit ending they gave him. This post ended up being really long, but honestly who cares. I’m so done with shows like this having an interesting plot in the first half and then throwing that entire plot away in the second. It’s shit writing, it’s a shit ending, and I refuse to believe that any of it happened.

#eddiemunson #Steve Harrington #stranger things #volume 2 #Nancy wheeler #Robin Buckley #Eddie Munson #Dustin Henderson #fuck the duffer brothers #I’m SOBBING #Steddie #Eddie x Steve #ronance #volume 2 never happened #justice for Eddie #Joseph Quinn #stranger things spoilers #STvol2spoilers

[perplexedflower]

Last Floor To My Heart

Fandom: Supernatural RPF.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Richard Speight Jr. x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 4,855.

Summary: In a single night, [Y/N]'s life takes a turn for the worse; that is, until she goes seeking comfort in the arms of the only man who can make it all better.

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Everything happened so fast.

Restlessly sitting on the living room couch, my crossed legs could not stop fidgeting as I waited for Mark to come home. A few minutes earlier, he had called me to say he was on his way home, and that he had something important to tell me when he would be back. When I had asked him why he could not simply tell me over the phone, he had answered it was too significant not to be discussed face-to-face. I had not argued any further, but deep down I knew damn well it was not like him to say a thing such as that.

Mark and I had been dating for almost two years, and this time we had spent together had been good to us. We had met on the set of Supernatural, and back then, it was clear to everyone that we hit it off right away; I was introduced to the plot as an endgame character, so I made my debut near the last seasons of the show. However, I had still been given the opportunity to play alongside Mark, even if only for a few times. And although I was instantly charmed by his Lucifer, I got to know him personally over time and consequently fell for him beyond his character.

It had taken us a while to officially get together, but once we did, we never let go of each other. And we both believed things would grow and evolve between the two of us, shifting our relationship into something more and more serious as time would go on. At least, that is what I believed in until I started noticing a change in Mark's behavior, a change in the way he would talk to me, and act around me. I had always brushed that feeling aside, convincing myself it was only a misinterpretation, a fabrication of my own paranoid mind. But with one simple phone call, all my suspicions had come flowing back up to the surface, and it was becoming hard to ignore them.

As I was getting deeply lost in thought, I suddenly heard the front door open and turned around, only to see Mark enter the living room in somewhat of a rush.

"Hey." He promptly let out without even looking at me.

"Hey..." I awkwardly said back.

I was searching for his eyes, but it was clear to me he was trying to avoid making eye contact with me.

"So... you wanted to tell me something?"

My stomach felt like a tangled bag of knots, hurting my guts, which had a bad feeling about what was about to take place.

"Yeah, we need to talk."

This sentence alone made me gulp and look down at my feet.

"Listen, [Y/N]..." Mark started with faint remorse. "I'm sorry... It truly pains me to say it, as much as it will pain you to hear it, but... we should break up."

I blankly stared at him, in a complete state of shock.

"But-"

"No." He cut me off with a sigh. "It's for the best, trust me."

What? Why? How? Have I done something wrong? Have you met another woman? Do you not love me anymore?

Questions began piling up in my mind, so many questions I wanted to ask him. But I was rendered unable to speak.

"I'm sorry." He said once more, still looking away from me.

His apologies were not fully sincere, I could feel it, I knew him well enough to feel it. But still, I was not able to talk back. All I could do was cry. And so I did: I cried miserably on this couch, feeling sorry for myself, wondering how pathetic Mark must have found me. As my thoughts started to overwhelm me, I finally managed to stand up and walked to our bedroom without a word. I grabbed my suitcase and my duffle bag and put them both on the bed; I rapidly gathered my things, which I had scattered across the room, and stuffed them all back inside my luggage. There was not much to collect, just the essentials: clothes, a book, and my computer. But I refused to leave in this house the only few things I had brought with me. I knew I was no longer wanted here; I knew I had to get out of there.

I quickly changed my clothes and put on a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a jacket, and shoes. I zipped and closed both my suitcase and bag, before leaving the room with them in hand. As I walked to the front door, I came back into the living room, and Mark stood up as he saw me, ready to go, my hand on the knob.

"[Y/N]-"

"No, don't say anything." I said while crying, interrupting him. "That's what you wanted, for me to go away. So that's what I'm doing."

And with that, I opened the door and stepped outside, after which I closed it right back behind me. Standing in front of the house, I let my luggage fall on the ground beside me and grabbed my head with my hands as I cried more tears.

How did this happen? And why?

I regained my composure and wiped away my tears, before picking up my suitcase and my bag. I took a few steps away from the house and looked around: I had nowhere to go. Mark's house was not very far away from the city center, so I decided to take a night walk. I had always loved walking down the streets at night. But not in this particular state of mind. Not while emotionally devastated.

After a few minutes of aimless strolling, I entered the heart of the city and started seeing all types of people walking up and down the streets, going in and out of restaurants, shopping, and simply minding their own business. As an extroverted person, it had never bothered me much to be around masses of people, and at that very moment, it even allowed me to lose myself among them: I could have cried, nobody would have noticed.

I still had no idea what to do or where to go, wandering alone in the crowded streets. But as I turned my head to the right, my eyes fell on an imposing hotel, illuminated by gorgeous lit-up fountains and surrounded by various types of floral decorations. And that was when I remembered.

Richard. That's the hotel Richard's staying in.

Similarly to Mark, I had met Richard while working on Supernatural; and similarly to Mark, Richard and I had become close friends in only a matter of weeks. After the show had ended, we stayed in touch, and over time, we started to hang out more and more. We eventually began working on common projects together, though they were all silly and for our own amusement. But it led us to have somewhat of a reputation as a duo, to the point of being cast as the two main protagonists in a brand-new TV show. We obviously both accepted, and this new shared adventure had brought us yet even closer to each other.

It had now been some time since we had started working together on the series, and it had taken us to Los Angeles, where we had to shoot for about a week. The production crew had decided to put both of us up in a hotel, but I had told them not to book me a room since I knew Mark resided in town and that I could spend the nights over at his place. Production had accepted my request and ended up booking a single room for Richard, although they had told me it went against regular policy.

Standing in front of the hotel, I looked back on how I had thanked the crew for making an exception. But as I now felt lonely and abandoned, I wished I had not said anything and just accepted the hotel room from the get-go. With my suitcase in my left hand and my duffle bag over my right shoulder, I walked up to the entrance of the hotel and stopped in front of the security guarding the doors. Since I had no room registered to my name, I had not been granted access to the hotel, but Richard had given me an extra entry pass, in case I would need or want to see him in his hotel room.

I presented the pass to the guard and was let inside; walking in, I was instantly blinded by the bright lights emanating from the chandeliers mounted on the ceiling, which contrasted sharply with the darkness outside. For a second, I thought about giving Richard a call, to let him know I was on my way to his room; but given how emotionally weakened I was, I felt I would not be able to speak over the phone, so decided against it. I made my way to the elevator and tried to remember on which floor his room was as I stepped inside; after having searched deep enough in my memory, I pressed the button to the third floor and went up with the elevator. Once on the third floor, the elevator doors opened and I took a step into the bright red hallway.

I slowly walked up to his room and stopped at the door, my luggage in hand, my vision blurry, and my mind blown away. I leaned forward and knocked twice on his door with a shaky hand.

"Who is it?" I heard Richard's voice ask from far away.

"Richard... It's me..." I tried to speak loud and clear.

"... [Y/N]?" He asked with surprise, recognizing my voice. "Hang on."

Inside the room, I could hear fast and loud footsteps, and in a matter of seconds, the door opened widely: I was faced with Richard, staring into my eyes, visibly worried. The door had only just opened that I immediately fell into his arms, my body going limp.

"Woah- Hey, hey." He let out as he caught me by the shoulders. "[Y/N], what's wrong?"

A simple look into his eyes was enough to make him understand I was unable to speak, so he took from my hands the suitcase and bag I was carrying and put them both inside, by the door.

"C'mon, come inside." He said gently as he held me by the arms.

Once inside, he closed the door behind us and made me walk to the couch, before helping me sit down next to him. When he understood I could not stop crying, he put a delicate hand over my knee, which made me look up and into his shining eyes.

"Can you talk?" He started softly. "Do you want to talk? I'm not forcing you if you don't want to or don't feel like it."

Despite how pathetic and pitiful I was feeling mentally, my face still managed to shape my lips into a smile that I sent his way, alongside a nod. Richard and I had been really good friends ever since we had first met, for what seemed to me like forever, and he had always been so caring towards me. Every time I needed someone's presence, he was that someone. That someone who I knew would always be there for me.

I stared back at him and was pained to see how sad he was to see me in such a state.

"It's Mark..." I tried to say, a tear stuck in my throat. "... We broke up."

Richard stared at me in a way I could not describe: he seemed sad, shocked, and for some reason, angry.

"... What?" He finally said after a few seconds of silence.

"He told me it's what's best for us..."

He grabbed his forehead with a sigh, visibly pensive, before turning to me swiftly. He leaned closer to me and hugged me tight, wrapping me in his embrace to try and help me calm down. I felt at peace in his arms. I had always felt comfortable in Richard's arms. But never before had I craved his touch so badly. I grabbed tight onto his back as I allowed myself to cry more tears on his shoulder, my head resting against the crook of his neck. Mark's words had rendered a part of my soul cold and empty, but Richard's warmth was the only remedy I needed to fix it.

He passed a hand on my back, rubbing it back and forth, in hopes of stopping my tears from flowing.

"Shh, shh..." He lulled me softly.

His soothing shushing resonating through my mind, I lost myself in his embrace and kept holding him close, making him understand I did not want him to let go. We remained in each other's arms for a few silent minutes, until he pulled away gently and grabbed my shoulders with care: he looked at me straight in the eyes once more, and when I gazed inside his, it was as if an electrical shock was traveling through my entire body.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked me with a faint smile.

"I don't know..." I answered honestly while shaking my head slowly.

Richard tucked a strand of hair behind my ear while slightly tilting his head to the side.

"What would help you feel better? What do you want, right now?"

My eyes were still interlocked with his, but my mind went elsewhere.

What do I want?

I asked myself the same question he had just asked me, but was somehow unable to come up with a definitive answer: instead of giving him a verbal response, I stared into his whiskey-colored eyes as I grabbed one of his hands with both of mine. His gorgeous face lit up with a stunning smile I had had the chance to see so many times before, but never had enough of.

"Well, in any case, I do know what you'd need right now." He started, backing away from me a little. "What do you say I make you a cup of tea, and go fetch you a blanket or two?"

I giggled softly at his offer and the sound of my own laughter made me realize I was starting to feel better.

"I say I'd very much appreciate it." I replied with a warm smile.

"Alright, I'll get on it right away then." He smiled back. "The tea might take a while to get ready, so don't hesitate to walk around and stretch your legs a bit."

"Good idea." I said as I stood up from the couch at the same time as him.

While Richard left the room, I took a look around, and only then did I realize his hotel room was not even a single room, but a suite. I spotted three other rooms, in addition to the living area: a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. I made my way to the bathroom while taking in everything around me.

"Damn, Rich..." I said out loud, addressing him even though he was not in the room with me. "They gave you a full-on suite."

"I know, right?" I heard him chuckle from another room.

I stepped inside the bathroom and passed a hand over the wall as I scoffed lightly.

"I can't believe I'm missing out on all of this." I murmured to myself somewhat disappointedly.

Walking deeper into the bathroom, I approached the sink and stopped in front of the mirror above it.

Jesus Christ...

"... I look like shit." I finished my thought aloud.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples with a sigh.

"And to think Richard had to see me like that..."

Opening my eyes back up, I looked more closely at my eyes and the ruined mascara around them.

I'll remove my makeup and clean my face a little, hopefully that'll make me look less miserable.

I made my way back to the front door and picked up my suitcase and my duffle bag: I carried them over to the living area, and set them both down on the floor next to the couch, before unzipping the suitcase, which contained a makeup bag. As I was about to leave the room, my makeup bag in hand, I noticed a blanket and a couple of pillows on the couch, which had not been there before. I smiled and headed back to the bathroom, but stopped by the kitchen this time; leaning a shoulder against the wall behind me, I observed Richard meticulously preparing my tea, softly humming a tune to himself, and felt my cheeks get hotter and hotter the longer I stared at him.

Before he got the chance to turn around and spot me, I kept on walking and entered the bathroom once more. I set my pouch down and opened it to take my makeup remover out, and started cleaning my face. After I had removed all traces of makeup from my face, I splashed some cold water on it, after which I dabbed on my skin with a fresh towel hanging beside the sink. With my face now cleaned and dried up, I took another look at myself in the mirror.

"Well... it's considerably better." I told myself with a sigh.

I put my makeup remover back into my makeup bag and exited the bathroom, and once I was in the living room again, I placed my bag back inside my suitcase. With that done and out of the way, I sat down on the couch once more and let my body relax at the contact of the soft blanket and pillows: just as I was getting comfortable, Richard entered the room, a warm smile on his face and a cup in hand.

"Tea's ready." He said as he walked up to me.

He sat down next to me and held out the mug before my hands.

"Here. Careful, it's hot."

"Thanks."

We exchanged smiles as I grabbed the mug from his hands, but our eyes left each other and my cheeks reddened when my fingers went brushing against his, his skin feeling hotter to the touch than the tea itself. I kept the cup in my hands for a while without actually drinking from it, taking in the heat from the ceramic, and feeling it spread throughout my body. As I took the first sip, I looked back at Richard.

"It's delicious." I told him with a sincere smile.

"It's the one I always make you when you're feeling down, but I perfected it by adding a few drops of honey and milk this time." He said with a sense of pride.

"Well, I love this new specialty of yours." I chuckled gently. "And I hope I'll get to taste it again in the future."

"I'll make you as much as you want. Even when you're not feeling down."

Perhaps it was the sip I had just swallowed, or the syrupy-sweet tone of his voice, but when I heard Richard's words, I felt my throat heat up and spread this heat across my face. Holding tight the mug in my hands, I dared look up and into his honey-colored eyes, sweeter than the honey in my tea. But once I had started staring into them, it was impossible for me to look away; stickier than nectar, they kept me unable to move or fight my way out of them, forcing me to lose myself deeper in them.

And if it had not been for him breaking our stare and looking away, I would have remained stuck into his gaze for all eternity.

"Alright, finish your tea up." He told me as he cleared his throat. "You've gotta rest a little, now."

I blinked a couple of times, pulling myself out of my reveries, and did as I was told. As I took the last sip from my mug, he grabbed the blanket he had brought over and carefully laid it over me, before taking the now-empty cup from my hands.

"If you can, try and take a nap. I know it's still early for sleep, but you've been through a lot tonight, you need to rest. Even just for a short while."

He stood up from the couch, the mug in hand, and turned to me.

"If you need me, or anything, I'll be in my bedroom, all right?"

"All right." I nodded.

As I watched him begin to leave the room, a voice inside of me reached out to him.

"Rich, wait." I suddenly said.

He stopped walking and turned around, only to meet my smiling face.

"Thank you, for everything."

A loving smile took shape on his face at the same time his cheeks got riddled with blush. Turning back around, he flipped the light switch off and headed for his bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room. I lay down across the couch, finding warmth in the cozy blanket covering my body, and closed my eyes with a yawn. As if he was still on the couch with me, I could smell Richard's cologne surrounding me, wrapping me in a feeling of reassurance. Everything around me felt so snug, so homelike, that I fell asleep right away.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt somewhat disoriented, but also revitalized. I reached out for my right jacket pocket and pulled my phone out to look at the time, and saw my good rest had lasted over half an hour. I stretched my arms and legs before slowly rising into a sitting position, and pushed the blanket aside. I rubbed my eyes while yawning then decided to take my phone out once again, this time to check if I had any potential notifications; but before I could even unlock my phone, I was distracted by Richard's voice, conversing with another, awfully familiar one, breaking the silence reigning throughout the entire suite.

I quietly stood up from the couch and as I slowly stepped toward his bedroom, the two voices got louder, deeper, and angrier. Not wanting to interrupt and make my presence known, I stopped around a corner of the wall and observed from afar.

"What's the deal with [Y/N]?" I saw Richard angrily ask the phone he was holding up to his ear.

"What happened between her and I is none of your goddamn business." I recognized Mark's voice on the other side of the line. "Besides, why are you even concerned about that? You should be happy, now she's all yours."

"I have the right to know. And I don't want her to be 'all mine'. She's not a plaything, Mark. You've treated her like a toy for so long, and now you've broken it."

"You think I take pride in what I've done? No, but it was for the best."

Before Richard could add anything else, Mark abruptly hung up on him, putting a forced end to their conversation.

"Bastard..." He murmured to himself as he glared at the phone.

Quietly standing still, I watched him sit down on the edge of his bed, before setting his phone aside and burying his face in his hands; hesitantly, I took a few steps forward and gently knocked on his wide-open bedroom door, revealing myself.

"Rich..." I said in a low voice.

The second he heard the sound of my voice, he looked up and met my eyes, before standing up quickly.

"[Y/N]-" He exclaimed as he walked toward me. "How long have you been up? Are you feeling any better?"

"I am, that nap felt really good." I answered him with a forced smile.

He smiled back at me, but we both knew that neither of our grins was heartfelt: mine slowly vanished as I stared into his eyes intensely.

"Listen, Rich..." I started awkwardly. "I... I heard you talk with Mark over the phone..."

His smile faded away and he instinctively avoided looking into my eyes as he backed off slightly; but I could not bring myself to divert my sight from him, and with the both of us staying silent, I could feel the uneasiness settle between us.

"Do you mind... explaining to me what Mark meant when he said what he said about you?" I shyly spoke up.

Richard exhaled heavily as he grabbed the back of his neck with one hand.

"[Y/N], I..."

He tried to speak, but I could read in him the struggle he was going through to find the right words to use: he did not finish his sentence and instead left it hanging, letting silence take over once more.

"You should be happy, now she's all yours."

This one sentence kept resonating in my head, and the more I was hearing it, the more I was beginning to accept it.

"I know what Mark meant, Rich." I said gently as I took a confident step forward. "But I want to hear it from you."

He finally looked up at me, and before he even said a word, I could read the love in his eyes, and I could feel it spread over to mine.

"I love you, [Y/N]." Richard confessed with a deep breath. "I always have. Since the first time we met, since the very moment I saw you, I've always felt this way about you. And, when you and Mark got together, I promised myself I'd keep my feelings hidden and away. The last thing I wanted was to ruin your relationship by interfering... Mark eventually figured it out a couple of weeks ago."

Listening to him pour his heart out to me, I could feel each and every single one of his words was truly sincere.

"[Y/N]... I'm so sorry to burden you with all this... You shouldn't have to sit through my rambling, after what you've just gone through with Mark-"

"No." I suddenly interrupted him.

His eyes opened wider in surprise, and the gleam visible inside of them was a sign he would have begun shedding a tear if I had not stopped him from talking further. I felt my cheeks flush as I took a step in his direction.

"I... I love you too." I shamefully admitted. "Like you, I always have. Something inside of me triggered when I first talked to you. But... I've always been unsure of my feelings for you, unsure of their true nature... It's always been in and out for me. Then, Mark came pretty early on, so I think my brain just... unconsciously pushed these feelings aside. But they've always been there. They never left."

Staring into his sparkling eyes, I felt the atmosphere surrounding us becoming heavier than ever.

"... I never knew you felt this way about me." I shook my head slowly. "But now, it just feels like it makes all the sense in the world..."

Losing some of my confidence, I looked down at my feet and sighed.

"God, I feel so stupid... I've been oblivious this whole time, I should've seen-"

"[Y/N]." He cut me off gently. "Don't blame yourself, please."

"No, I have my share of responsibility in this, Rich. If I had noticed your feelings for me right away, then... maybe... we could've-"

Before I could finish speaking, my cheeks were cupped by two strong hands, before I felt Richard's lips against mine. The contact of our skins against one another was so sudden, that I could not help but let out a soft, high-pitched moan as we kissed. It was such a passionate kiss, radiating love, yet it felt as though it was the softest I had ever received. Just as my limbs started relaxing and my lips began taking part in the action, Richard pulled away after only a few seconds, leaving a part of me frustrated and wanting more. He shook his head repeatedly as he pressed one of his hands on his forehead.

"Shit- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, this is too soon-" He stuttered.

"No- I mean, yes-" I stammered as well. "But, to be honest... I think we both wanted it to happen."

We awkwardly stared at each other, our bodies still so close, which allowed me to see his slightly blushing cheeks and made my heart flutter.

"And, besides... even if it can't happen now doesn't mean it can't ever happen again at a later time..." I shyly added.

I lowered my gaze a little and delicately grabbed one of his hands with one of mine, before looking back up into his gorgeous eyes.

"When you asked me earlier, I didn't have an answer, but now, I know what I want."

Richard scoffed gently and smiled as he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"I'll need some time to heal from Mark, Richard. But I know I'll heal faster with you by my side."

As we held each other's hands, the warm smiles we exchanged made us both understand we were making the promise of being honest with ourselves and each other from there on.

"Then I'll never stray away from you."

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[mdhwrites]

I believe the villains in Owl House got screwed over because Dana disliked writing them. Belos was stripped of his complexity, ignoring his lore, Kikimora was reduced to a joke, and the Collector was transformed from a malicious, cruel person to an innocent kid who only wanted friends. It feels like Dana doesn’t enjoy writing villains.

So I don't think it's that Dana hates villains. I think it's that the TOH writers had no interest in writing an adventure series. Because of how much time is wasted, even in S2B, purely on romance and schoolkids being schoolkids (Them's the Breaks still has no point to exist after all) and how the villains are barely there outside of something to beat at the end of an episode, it kind of feels like the crew just wanted to do a magical school show which makes the supposed claim that Hexide was Disney mandated hilarious.

This actually also goes for the characters too though. A real adventure show would care about its power levels, its tricks and tools and actually showing the growth of our characters as fighters, not just as people. TOH... doesn't. Willow's big gimmick when she's first introduced is that she is incredibly powerful but can't control it. Then THREE EPISODES LATER, in the first episode that has Willow in it for more than a minute, it's resolved. Period. Until fucking S3. At that point, she is all powerful. Luz is all powerful by the beginning of S2, literally three episodes after she got her last glyph. Arguably, by Young Blood, Old Souls because she kicks the shit out of the entire Conformatorium in that one.

Even before then, most villains show up, cause a slight problem and then are quickly defeated after the character moment that the show setup with the conflict is resolved because their purpose is not as villains, it's just for the sake of it being an adventure show. Even the creatures of the Isles are for this purpose. That's also why most villains in TOH get like MAYBE three minutes of screen time at most. This would actually be okay if interesting things were being done with the characters but... Well, Luz goes through the same lesson multiple times in S1 about not taking cheats for magic and listening to Eda, almost ALL of King's plotlines in S1 are just repetitions of "Maybe don't see people as disposable pawns?" until S2 it's all "FAMILY!" until he's unrecognizable from his S1 counterpart. Then Gus has shades of self confidence issues in ALL of his episodes and never anything else. Then in S2 we have Hunter who is just mostly there in his episodes and learning constantly, "Maybe... Maybe friends are nice?" rather than actually challenging his world views and making him grow that way. That's also why I claim the show actively ships him with every girl his age.

It ironically makes the fact that TOH is so split in its identity feel like a necessity for the writers to have had more than at best two season's worth of material. With how much they recycle plot points, characters, etc. like that, of course it wastes time because it has no idea what to do with the amount of time it had.

Ignoring Belos' lore though is a different problem that has to do with his role as the big bad clashing with this, because he can't just be a slight obstacle to be overcome or else he looks like a joke like Kikimora or the coven heads came off as, but also that... Well, the show was ending.

So because they had nothing to do in S3 to keep audience interest because S2 had wrapped up too much, they leaned hard into saying "We have a complex villain, we swear," to keep people theorizing and invested in the show until the third special came out and the show went "JK LOL! We need to wrap this shit already. BYE!" Like they KNEW they didn't have the time, it's ENTIRELY on them to have focused so hard on Belos and then pulled the rug out from under everyone but...

But that's also just the normal trick of TOH. Here's the golden guard. No wait, he's a sad but mad boy, let's wrap this up. Here's a bully character who has deep ties to wanting the status quote to stay and should have a dozen anxieties about liking Luz. Never mind, none of that mattered, she's actually a good girl and has no issues getting into love besides the basic question of 'will she say yes?' Here is the ex-coven head for the EC who got betrayed and hurt by Belos while trying to just be a good sister fi- ISN'T HER TRAUMA HILARIOUS!?

If Dana disliked writing the villains, frankly, that means she disliked writing 90% of the show because most parts of the show aren't actually any better than the villains. They just got more screentime.

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[kannymaei]

The Perfect Girl - Chapter 14 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

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Author’s Note: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact or the characters in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

WC: 2.8k

Next Chapter -> Chapter 15

‘What happened to Guuji Yae?’

‘I heard from someone that she got caught by Lord Ayato sleeping with his sister’s boyfriend’

‘She’s so shameless!’

‘I also heard Diluc confessed to Y/N!”

‘No way! He did?!’

‘What did he see with Y/N…’

‘I think Diluc was better off with Jean…’

‘Didn’t Jean break his trust after that scandal three years ago?’ 

‘Oh yeah, I remember it was like Lumine had a crush on Diluc but Diluc’s actions were misinterpreted because it was like he also felt the same with Lumine but in reality he truly loved Jean that time but Jean was seeing someone else in another school which broke Diluc’s heart.’

‘I think he stopped liking someone until Y/N came to this school.’

‘I heard a lot of rumors about her! Her name was so familiar… I just can't pinpoint where…'

'What kind of rumors?' 

'Do you remember that car accident that was all over the news a loooong time ago? Like it's more than 10 years already?'

'What does that have to do with Y/N?' 

'Well…' 

"I do think that you should not spread rumors about anyone." The mysterious man walked up to the two students that were talking. He could tell from their faces that these two students didn't know who he was. 

'Are you from this school? I don't think I've seen someone like you…' 

'He's… handsome…' 

He gave them a death stare that jolted the two students to walk away. He looked at his watch and calculated the time since he last saw you. 

(30 minutes since I've seen my lovely Y/N) 

He knew that his transfer during this time of the season was perfect, he could seize the opportunity to have you as his date for the holiday celebration of the school every December. 

— 

You fidgeted your fingers around the table as your teacher, Mr. Zhongli, was quite late for his class today. Your thoughts shifted to the man that saved you from your ankle injury, he was quite handsome and assumed that he would be popular with the girls. But of course, you knew that no one would be more handsome than Kamisato Ayato. 

(Wait, why am I thinking about him?!) You shook your head and mentally facepalm.

You wondered how the seat next to you was empty for a long time since that incident. You've been asking yourself, is he alright after that incident? 

To be frank, you knew that Miko deserved all of it since she stole your life or ruined yours rather but you also knew that she was also being brainwashed by her parents. 

Brainwashed or not, she was already old to know what's right and wrong and the things that she did to hurt you the moment you transferred to this school was no excuse. 

The door opened and the class went silent, you saw Mr. Zhongli enters the classroom followed by the mysterious man that saved you from your ankle injury. 

"Pardon me class, if I was late since we just finished the papers for the new transferee this year. Would you introduce yourself to everyone?" Zhongli said while he fixed the things he would need for today's class. 

"Sure." The man responded. 

"Al Haitham." He said and nodded to everyone, almost half of the women in your class were giggling and whispering.

"I suppose you should go sit on Mr. Kamisato's seat since he's been homeschooling for quite some time." Zhongli stated and pointed at the empty seat next to you.

'Dang it Y/N, why do you always get the handsome guys?!' 

(Well… sorry?) You said to yourself as he approached the seat. 

He sat and said something to you "Hello, Miss Who-Almost-Got-A-Sprain" and hid his smile. 

"Quite a coincidence that you are my classmate… haha…" You nervously replied, his eyes said it all. He's intimidating and looks like a lion who's about to eat his prey.

"Miss Y/N, would you show our new student around the campus after class?" Zhongli asked but you knew that you cannot reject his offer, you could tell from Al Haitham's aura that he only wanted YOU to be accompanying him . 

"Y-yes sir…" You softly replied and looked at the window while Al Haitham sat on his seat placing his shoulder bag on the floor. 

"Is Miss L/N scared of me? Am I too intimidating?" He placed his hand on his chin and looked at you. 

You didn't look back because you knew that your eyes would meet so you replied nonchalantly. 

"I am scared, so what?" You said in your defense.

"Well… that's a problem." Al Haitham said and thought of how his plans with you aren't going to go well if you were already scared of him.

(Why's this guy hitting up on Y/N?! He doesn't look like the person to be a womanizer or flirt with women every now and then?) Diluc stared at him when Al Haitham met his eyes and smirked. 

— 

"Well… this is the stairs where you saved me from my sprain…" You said. 

"Miss Y/N, I heard from Mr. Zhongli said earlier that there would be an annual holiday event at school coming really soon… I suppose I should ask you if you can come with me since I really don't have any friends." Al Haitham innocently asked you with you not fully being aware that he was taking his chances to take you out on a date. 

"Hmm… I suppose I'm also free on that day. In Fact, I don't have a partner or buddy… Childe goes with Lumine and Itto goes with Sara while Diluc would accompany Ayaka because Ayato has ordered him to protect his sister while he wasn't around." You asked yourself why didn't you get paired up with someone, maybe your classmates were afraid of you after all of the things that happened but it's very unlikely since you're friends with Albedo, Xiao, and Kazuha but it's not on the same level as you have with Diluc and the others. 

—

"I'd like to surprise Lady L/N on the annual celebration of the school, kindly prepare these things for me Thoma. It's a surprise gift for a surprise date." Ayato handed an A4 paper to Thoma, a paper that consisted of the gifts that he wanted to give you because it's the first time he'd be asking you out. 

— 

"Sure! I'll accompany you on the annual celebration of the school!" You smiled and agreed on Al Haitham's proposal. 

"Ah, thank you Miss L/N." He nodded and continued to follow you around the campus. 

…

…

…

"I should probably introduce you to my friends!" You said to Al Haitham but he held your hand.

"That is not necessary Miss L/N, you alone, is already enough for me." Al Haitham held your hand and looked directly into your eyes.

You feel your blood rushing to your cheeks, what else could he mean that you're already enough?

(Stupid Y/N, of course as a friend there's no way someone handsome than him would like you immediately…) 

“You look like a tomato, I could eat you up right now.” Al Haitham blushed as soon as he realized what he meant on the last line he said.

“And you look stupid!” You said in your defense.

The two of you shared a laugh when a certain person you knew took a picture of you and Al Haitham and sent it to Kamisato Ayato.

—

Kamisato Ayato is in the study room reading love stories where the female lead and male lead were separated in the beginning but was given the chance to rewrite their love story for the one last time when the male lead almost died in an unfortunate accident. He remembers the first time you entered his house for the painting project you did and how Shouta kept on shipping the two of you, he truly regrets that he did everything to stop Shouta. That is when his phone rang a notification from Itto in their group chat.

Itto: *Image attached (You and Al Haitham sharing a laugh together with Al Haitham blushing).*

Itto: Uh-oh, someone’s going to get pissed off here.

Childe: ITTO WHAT THE HELL?

Diluc: Where the hell are you, Itto? We have classes in 2 minutes.

Itto: Yeah but shouldn’t you ask Y/N the same thing?

Diluc: The only difference between the two of you is that she’s excused to accompany the new student and you aren’t.

Itto: Okay but what’s Ayato’s take on this?

Ayato: That person is quite familiar.

Ayato cleared his throat and irritatingly closed the book and examined the image Itto sent intensely.

Diluc: I kind of… thought the new student was hitting up on Y/N, apparently, I heard from our classmates-

Ayato: Who?

Diluc: Well… from Layla and Ganyu, This man and Y/N already met prior even before Mr. Morax introduced him to us.

Ayato: What’s the name of this person?

Childe: Al Haitham!

Ayato’s eyes widened, he remembered when he went through in the guest list book during the celebration he had 3 months ago, the name of that man was written there. 

(His family was one of our potential investors in the upcoming project for the city…) Ayato knew why Al Haitham was at the party. He wasn’t worried if he found out about the scandal Guuji Yae and Aether had done, he was worried that he was targeting you.

Ayato: Childe, Diluc, Itto, do me a favor and check the background of this Al Haitham. Meet me here in our residence after class.

Itto, Childe, Diluc: Ok, class is about to start now. We’ll get back to you after a few hours.

—

Guuji Yae’s family has plotted the death of Kamisato Ayato and Y/N L/N in the form of an accident.

When the heir and heiress had amnesia, Ayato was entangled with Guuji Yae and Y/N was entangled with Al Haitham.

Al Haitham was the only son and heir of his family. 

Ilia was a very beautiful woman where she caught the eyes and attention of the two most prestigious and handsome men of their highschool. It was no other than the father of Al Haitham and the father of Kamisato Ayato. Yet, Ilia had married off someone that she met in college, she didn't want to have an even higher profile let alone being acquainted with the two famous and most respected families in the city. 

Al Haitham has stayed in the L/N house for a year to accompany your loneliness. But no matter how hard he tried, there was no light in your eyes at all. The two of you hardly spoke to each other. You felt like an empty shell, to an extent that you don't remember Al Haitham at all.

But he didn't give up, he still tried to create a bond with you even if he always failed at each time. 

And before he left your residency, he made sure that one day, the two of you would cross paths again and when that happens, he would surely make you fall in love with him 

Al Haitham's background isn't suspicious at all but one thing is for sure, and Ayato knew that Y/N holds a very special place in his heart. And he knew damn well that he shouldn't let his guard down around this man.

— 

"So should we just beat up this guy?" It was suggested while slouching on the couch in the living room of the Kamisato residence. 

"Itto!" Ayaka slapped his hand. 

"I know texting isn't enough, we decided to pay you a visit here Ayato, just like you said earlier." Childe said, fidgeting his hands around the table while giving a sigh. 

"We haven't seen you in a while… how are you feeling after that incident?" Diluc said while his eyes wandered around the room, it looks like nothing has changed here compared to the days that everyone gathered here to visit you in the hospital. 

"I'm glad it happened, I'm no longer blind with the lies of that wench." Ayato annoyingly replied thinking how Miko was a nasty fox. 

"What about Y/N, where is she?" Ayato asked. 

"Why do you ask? Do you like her?" Diluc said nonchalantly.

"N-no I don't! I'm only curious about the new student— why is he around Y/N? He could have befriended someone that's b-better than her!" Ayato frantically said, he remembered that no one knew except Ayaka that he has grown a liking towards you for a while.

"Hmp." Diluc said. 

"Oh well, that's about Al Haitham, I can't dig deeper information about his family. We only got surface knowledge. We need to do and prepare something more than this to find out more about him." 

—

"Have we met before?" You asked Al Haitham while swinging your feet on the bench admiring the sunset in the park. 

"No… we haven't." Al Haitham lied, maybe it's best if he doesn't reveal that he knew you.

He looked at you and you looked at him. His eyes were very beautiful. He cupped your cheeks and spared no time to just stare at you, the sky was beautiful but you were more beautiful than any sunset.

"Y/N, I am quite infatuated with you. I know we just met today, I understand if it's too much. But something tells me—" Al Haitham said but you cut him off. 

"Yes, you are infatuated with me. I do think you're taking things way too far than they should." You don't know what you were saying but your heart has been telling you that there's already someone who got your heart. You don't know just yet that you were, in fact, in denial about it. 

"It's getting too late, shall I give you a ride back home?" Al Haitham said averting the topic. 

"Yes, thank you for understanding." You said and stood up. 

…

…

…

"Holy shit is that Y/N?!" Childe placed his face on the window seeing you with Al Haitham, it looked like he was about to give you a drive home.

"Oh it's just Al Haitham giving her a ride home." Ayaka said, analyzing what she was seeing. 

"Let's follow them." Diluc suggested and smirked, he knew fully well that Ayato wouldn't let anyone get near you and he suggested that they should follow him to see where Al Haitham would be taking you. 

"Brother, if you don't want Y/N to go to a stranger's car, why not stop the car in front of her and you give her the ride home?" Ayaka added. 

"With all of you here?— I mean, I don't wanna see her yet." Ayato coughed and continued to drive, Ayaka just shook her head. 

She thought how Ayato was very obvious with his likings towards you but is 101% in denial about it. 

Ayato was completely dazed about your smile, it was frustrating how he wasn't the reason for that smile. He wondered what Al Haitham said to you that made you smile. 

…

…

…

"We're being followed." Al Haitham said and you looked at the side mirror. 

"Isn't that… Childe's car?" You become familiar with everyone's car, it's quite often how everyone always brings there's at school to the point that you think that you don't need to bring yours. 

Al Haitham quickly deduced that Ayato might have ordered Childe to search for you. Well, he doesn't have any ill intent towards you and brought you home. It would be funny if those following you successfully wasted their time.

"Very annoying." Ayato coldly said while watching Al Haitham assist you in your house. Everyone inside the car tried their hardest to hold their laugh. 

When Al Haitham left, you looked back at the driver's seat, even if you can't see clearly who was driving. Ayato knew that you two shared a glance. 

"Dinner is on me?" Childe said. 

"Finally, you said something good, Childe." Diluc jokingly replied.

—

The night went faster and Ayato found himself staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. He hates Al Haitham being close to you, in fact he can't sleep thinking about it. 

When his thoughts averted back to you, he decided to stalk your social media accounts and came across a certain picture that you took last summer. 

It was you wearing a swimsuit, this was the first time Ayato was stunned by your body. 

His blood rushed not towards his cheeks but somewhere else near his abdomen, he can't take off his eyes on your chest. 

Ayato knew it was wrong but would it hurt if he decided to give himself some pleasure after all of the pain and stress that he has been through? His manhood was bulging really hard and it felt like it was asking him to release him from the knot. 

After all, he is alone in his bedroom and no one would know about it. He held his manhood and continued what he was supposed to do. 

In the end… Kamisato Ayato realized that he was in love with you and he wouldn't let Al Haitham take you from him. 

#genshin impact #genshin #gi #kamisato ayato #y/n #ayato #tpg #kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x y/n #kamisato ayato x you #jean #diluc #ayaka #yae miko #highschool #al haitham #kaveh #angst #fluff #kamisato #kamisato ayaka

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trimax vol 13 random thoughts (ch 5-9)

part 1 here!

chapter 5:

okay, it took me way longer than it should have to figure out what happened in this scene, lol. razlo gets behind elendira and blocks her nail gun with the nail that's already in his body which jams her gun and pushes the nail further into his torso which takes them both by surprise.

"some dumbasses"?? do you mean wolfwood and vash?? LOL

come on, come on, come on!!! he's so cute, lol. he's like a dog who wants to play.

i love watching razlo fight!!! it's so fun seeing him fight a different way due to not having his punishers/third arm anymore. he's having so much fun too, it's infectious~

UNTIL ELENDIRA USES A PSYCHIC ATTACK ON HIM. JESUS CHRIST. THAT ONE ALMOST HAD ME.

chapter 6:

ma'am could you please stop serving cunt for a second i'm trying to read manga and you are distracting me

AAAAAGH AND THEN SHE BLASTS HIS LEG OFF. THAT ONE WASN'T FAKE THAT ONE WAS REAL. he'll be okay but :(

CHEKHOV'S VIAL?!

uuuueeee... wolfwood... just seeing the little panel of him... i miss him so much... and the reminder of wolfwood brings livio back out. ueee... waaahhhh...

i'm sitting here trying to articulate my feelings about livio and razlo and i can't, really... :') livio feeling so bad and apologizing that he has to rely on razlo so much, razlo doing his best to encourage livio... they really care about each other a lot. it's very sweet. i care them. :(((

oh this is so very much not how DID works but it's both cool and important to their character arcs so it's FINE!!!! it's fine

huuuhhhmmmmm something something symbolism in livio's guns being reversible and livio and razlo working together, two as one... is this anything? am i connecting any dots here?

they were able to bring elendira to her knees with their teamwork!!!!

chapter 7:

uwaaahhh! young livio flashback!! this is where his twinky stampede self came from i guess. i hope season 2 gives us a beefier version-

...wait. wait, wait, wait, wait, wait wait wait. hold on. speaking of stampede. give me a second.

*returns 30 minutes later* HUH. INTERESTING. so stampede shows us livio working hard in EoM to catch up with wolfwood, but in the manga, it's all but outright stated that he's trying to catch up with razlo.

sorry i'm just fascinated by the tristamp/manga differences and seeing younger livio doing pushups reminded me (stamp!livio does pushups the same way!!)

we're not supposed to know that razlo exists yet in tristamp; i wonder if or how season 2 is going to reframe any of this. it's not like i dislike livio and wolfwood's relationship in stampede!! i think it's really sweet, introducing livio into ww's story earlier is a good move, and livio joining EoM to catch up with ww makes everything in the relevant episodes more emotional. but the relationship between livio and razlo is just as important!!

razlo encouraging livio is SO cute, uwaaaahhh...

WAAAHHHHH!!!! I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH!!!!!

babygirl, please, i am begging. why are you so sad. tell me who hurt you. i am on my hands and knees.

to him... while drinking wolfwood's last vial... i am going to fucking throw up i feel so normal about this

chapter 8:

elendira, killed by her own nail... oh girl... my beloved... i did not expect her to live but i'm still sad she's gone. what a fantastic fight though. might be my favorite fight in this manga.

also livio's gonna have an interesting time trying to get up and get her off of him once his limbs regenerate... uh... if they can regenerate? i'm assuming they can...

i am gonna fucking CRYYYY... calling him by name... wwwaaaaahhhhh...

he would be so proud of you, livio!!!! WAAAAHHH!!!

okay, time to cut back to my other faves having their own battle.

it's so funny that legato thinks this. dude, she hates your guts. if she knew she was gonna see you in the afterlife soon she WOULD worry.

huh? that's her name? like the painting?

also i've been wondering this whole time why she looks like that. like why is she designed to look like a woman. did legato design her himself?? is this his aesthetic sense??

haha ouch! thanks for spelling out the metaphor so plainly!

ahhhh, july flashback... this was uhhh... *checks* ten years ago. supposedly. i'm not sure how much i trust the timeline anymore.

actually i do wonder how measuring time works on this planet. like, everything seems to be measured the same way it is on earth, so does noman's land also have 365 days in a year and 24 hour days?

he's so cute, i am holding him gently in my hands.

knives is so mean... to be just a tiny little bit fair to him, i too would be low on patience if my brother just blasted me with a death beam and someone suddenly started handling my guts that were hanging out. but he's so mean!! i feel bad for legato!!

i AM surprised that knives is still conscious... and that he's still mostly intact. like his guts are hanging out but it looks like his legs and arms (or at least one arm) are still attached, and he's still got. y'know. most of his skin. certainly more intact than his stampede self, lmao.

vash, honey, what on earth makes you think he plans on living through this fight any more than you are. :')

i just like this spread.

chapter 9:

OH BOY, HE'S FERAL!!! truly, he is going out in a blaze of glory just like he wanted. i wouldn't expect anything else from him at this point.

ahhh... stampede!legato talks a lot about discarding emotion in favor of devotion. but emotion and devotion are intrinsically linked. legato is a pretty emotional person, he cries a lot and yells a lot... as long as he can express his devotion to knives, he feels like he's fulfilling his purpose, so he's happy... i'm glad he's having fun at least... :')

WAAAAHHH VASH IS REMEMBERING WOLFWOOD NOW... his face is not quite visible but... vash is remembering wolfwood's words because he's thinking he really is going to have to kill legato to end this fight... killing legato just like in the 98 anime...

i get caught up in the action, but every time they bring wolfwood up i realize how much i miss him...

this panel fucks.

i love watching legato go fucking crazy fighting. i wanna see this fight animated so bad :''')

when i read the top panel, i was like, "because of knives, right?" then i read the bottom panel... ahhh... not just knives... every plant... it's a good thing tristamp established this relatively early because we don't really see vash doing this in the story lol

i'm remembering "do you think we can become friends with them?" "yeah... it might take a lot of effort though..." :'''')

chronica, girl, i know you're very angry with knives, but as far as revenge goes, you need to get in line. you got here like five minutes ago, there are other people with much longer-lasting beef than you who deserve a shot at him before you.

the smallest meryl u can imagine...

WAAAAH this is so sweet, they love him so much :(

i said this already but i LOVE seeing legato go all-out, it's cool!! it gets me pumped up!!! this is just... such a good fight!!!

wait, is the earth ship falling because chronica used up so much energy firing the cannon multiple times?? GIRL...

THIS PAGE FUCKS!!!

THIS SPREAD ALSO FUCKS!! the way that the debris fades out above them, they're only focused on each other...!!!

final thoughts... i'm surprised legato survived this volume?! i really thought he would die in this one... he lasted longer than i thought he would, not that i'm complaining... UUAAAAAGHHH i am gnawing on my arm rn, i can't believe there's only one volume left?! i'll be finished *checks day* TOMORROW?!?!? if i don't procrastinate on reading... which i might do because i don't want it to be over... waaaah...

how will knives be defeated? can humanity survive? will livio's limbs regenerate? and most importantly, HOW WILL VASH GET HIS WILL TO LIVE BACK?!?!

#trigunbookclub #every time i reference stampede i worry i'm missing something #because i still haven't finished my most recent rewatch (got too emotional about episode 9) #but i've gone back and watched livio's episode and a half multiple times LOL #trigun talk #june speaks