this is all she does on the voice

anonymous asked:

you know the "i have to pee so bad video", before e says that, kc says to s that the wife is upstairs and he goes "i know" really low so that no once can hear. do you think she was somehow warning him? and why does it look like kc looks confused? like do you think kc suspects something? but what bothering me its exactly his face when he says " i know"

Oh, Steve was so annoyed with KC for mentioning the missus. You can tell from the way he said and tone of voice that he was super annoyed with her and most likely his wife for staying stuck to him all day, he was not confused. Either the wife asked KC to keep him in line, or KC was super jealous that Em was getting all his attention and that she was being ignored. 

I think the whole cast, including KC either know or suspect there’s something going on between Stemily. It’s so obvious and if they’re like this in public where there are cameras and where people can see, I wonder how they are on set around people they know and trust. 

But the best part of that is that as soon as Emily says she has to pee, his face lights up like it’s the most amazing thing she’s ever said and he completely ignores KC, and it’s also probably to prove to both her and his wife that he has no fucks to give. 

anonymous asked:

Ash I have to say thank you for always being a voice of reason. Maybe its just too many people in this fandom now but it drives me crazy how people lose their shit over every little thing. Does anyone really think rick will leave goddess michonne for that bowl cut? She and all the trash people will probably be the deaths of the mid season finale don't you think?

Haha! Thank you! I appreciate that. 😘I generally feel like the simplest explanation is probably *the* explanation, but I think people get caught up in their own heads and make mountains out of molehills. This is supposed to be fun for me, so I’m not gonna get upset about something until I have a reason to, lol.

At any rate, you’re probably right about Jadis and them. They’re in the trailer more than Negan, so the first half of the season likely does focus on them. Especially since Jadis appears to have Rick imprisoned. 🙃If she’s not gone within the first four episodes, I think definitely by the MSF.

h0nks  asked:

6, 9, 4, 20

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

right now, probably Claire and Cecilia whos names i didnt even mean to start with the same letters 

4. A character you rarely talk about? 

i mean, a lot  FDSISFHMS but uh, Bea is one, shes an older OC that I don’t talk about as much anymore but wanna bring her back cuz she was one of my favorite OCs

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

nope, not til i die tbr IFDMSH

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

Tiana definitely sings, not as a career but just one of those little things she does. She has a tendency to start going all out musical when shes by herself and getting caught by her husband and family. Her voice claim is Alice Francis

Overwatch voice actors panel with Michael Chu at AX2017, with Reinhardt and Junkrat watching from the side.

Chu demurred on a lot, but confirmed there is/will be another LGBTQ character (but no hints as to whom); that the kids in Reflections are Torbjorn’s grandkids; Lucio does have legs; and asked if there was support for a Lucio short, after Johnny C’s request (there was lots of support). Reaper may or may not feel fatherly towards Sombra, but has a “great eye for talent - Blackwatch was amazing” and has a lot of respect for Sombra and her abilities. D.va’s parents are “definitely” proud of her and her accomplishments.

The best part was when a person came up to the mic and (working on the confidence to speak) said how happy they were to have such an amazing universe and a positive view of the future, and Johnny C came and gave the person a hug.

All the VAs were happy that their characters (Symmetra with autism, Soldier76 with PTSD) showed that people who might be considered to have disabilities or limitations are able to do things nobody else can and provide a positive representation for people.

Charlet is super proud that D.va and her bunny logo have become a symbol for feminism in Korea; she’s seen the symbol appear in photos of protests and really likes seeing that.

Anjali would love to be able to do Reinhardt’s and Torbjorn’s voice lines because they sound so happy and positive; Johnny C likes that Lucio makes people feel so positive and upbeat.

All the voice actors said they like the fanart and headcanons that people give the Overwatch characters; Michael Chu was noncommittal but was wearing one of Twitter:@hanjosi’s pocket Ana T-shirts. Fred likes the idea of Soldier 76 being fatherly towards D.va; all are excited to discover more about their characters as they meet and interact in-universe (not in-game). Anjali wants to know more about Symmetra’s conundrum as she learns more about Vishkar and has to decide if they’re all she believed they were or if they’re more sinister or evil than she knew.

All the characters voice actors at the panel play Overwatch; most do it on PS4. Charlet started out maining someone else (I don’t remember! Junkrat maybe?) but now plays D.va; Anjali doesn’t feel she’s good at Symmetra but does play her; all the VAs seemed to like playing Junkrat; Keith asked if it was possible to give each voice actor their own personal skin they could equip so people would know who they’re playing against.

All in all a fun panel; nothing too earth shattering, but I’m glad I went. Next time I’ll take notes; this is what I remembered, and Tumblr’s app are ate my first post, so this is the second run through.

SDCC Steven Universe Panel Highlights

I thought I’d summarize some details on the San Diego Comic Con panel for anyone who wants it.

The panel at SDCC opened with a live singing of the theme song.

Zach Callison is the moderator. He introduced the guests: Michaela Dietz (Amethyst), Deedee Magno Hall (Pearl), Estelle (Garnet), AJ Michalka (Stevonnie), and of course Rebecca Sugar. He gives her congrats on the Emmy nomination (which is for “Mr. Greg” if you didn’t know). Then he asks the other cast members some questions. This is all paraphrased, not direct quoting.

Zach to Michaela: What Amethyst quotes do you use most in daily life?

Michaela says that when she wakes up, she makes noises that sound like her Gem is cracked. Then she says maybe she should change her answer to “womp womp.”

Zach breaks in with “Which way to the baby war?” as his favorite.

Zach to Deedee: What songs do you sing around the house?

She responds “Which do I NOT sing?” She likes “Love Like You” in the shower. “Steven and the Stevens” when she’s doing dishes, and “Peace and Love” a lot lately. Her kids are learning the songs on piano and ukulele, so there’s lots of SU tunes happening in her house.

Zach to Estelle: How has the popularity of the show affected your music career?

Estelle basically says a new generation of people are noticing her music and realizing she is the singer on songs they encounter in the wild. Zach says he grew up on “American Boy.” ;)

Zach to AJ: How has Stevonnie changed since their first appearance?

She says Stevonnie has learned a lot, and has more confidence now.

Then the cast does a great little line read of the scene when Stevonnie first appears, beginning with them barging in with “Pretty cool right?” The voice actors all say their parts and perform it slightly differently, which is cute. Then they do a version of “Here Comes a Thought” with Estelle and AJ!

Zach to Rebecca: What’s next on Steven Universe?

(Of course she laughs.)

Rebecca says the show has recently had so many huge events, so there will be lots of fallout, like a roller coaster from here on out. Then they show a clip. It’s sort of like a trailer. It’s all about Lapis’s conflictedness not wanting to get caught in another war, Homeworld’s future actions, Pearl being unable to properly explain the context of everything even though she wants to, and Greg not knowing his place in all this.

Zach says he hadn’t seen it yet.

Then they talk a bit about the Save the Light game coming out. A trailer for the game pops up and it includes footage that hasn’t been seen. Including a new character: Squaridot, a Peridot from Homeworld.

Rebecca was very involved in the making of the game. She says having a console game is a dream come true because they could do so much more than with the small mobile game, Attack the Light. There are Fusions and original characters, and the mechanics are relationship-based, and Greg is a player character who can play guitar. She likes that Squaridot is a Peridot who hasn’t made the kind of progress that Peridot has made. They segue to say Shelby Rabara (Peridot’s voice actor) is taking over social media for the week.

Then they talk about the Art and Origins book being out, and how there’s a SDCC-exclusive version. Launching also is the podcast, a 10-episode production, about the production of the show. McKenzie Atwood is the host. Rebecca and Steven were Episode 1–I’ve already heard this (and I seem to recall there wasn’t really a lot of new info except that the Gem writing in the Kindergarten will say who each section belongs to if you can read it, and that a lot of Ishtar imagery was used, including the 7 lions and the stars). Rebecca did episode 1 of the podcast with her brother, and says she wishes she could do everything with Steven. Zach and Grace are Episode 2.  

They talk about how the soundtrack Volume 1 is out, and announce that a vinyl version is out in fall! A limited-run Stronger than You and Love Like You vinyl single is out for SDCC.

Then they play a name-the-song game with SU cosplayers. They complimented a Pearl cosplayer’s cool spear too. They read lyrics, tell what song it’s from, and if the player gets it right, they win a vinyl single. Quiz songs included “Love Like You,” “Wailing Stone,” “Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart,” “Steven and the Stevens,” “It’s Over, Isn’t It,” “What’s the Use of Feeling (Blue),” and “Comet.” Most people got them right, but if they got it wrong they got to try another one.

Then there’s a Q&A, which I’m paraphrasing the 12 questions:

1. Audience member: Fluorite is a polyamorous relationship, right? What inspired it?

Rebecca said she went to an LGBTQ center in Long Beach and chatted about what stuff they really wanted to see. Poly relationships came up. (So yes, that’s confirmed, though in my opinion it really didn’t have to be since they were pretty clear about it!)

2. Audience member: Fan theories–do they influence you or do you have a master plan?

Rebecca says she loves fan theories, but they work way further in the future, so no, they really don’t influence what the story does. She has loved reading the theories about the trial, because some are onto something, and some are like way off. Zach says the good stuff gets downvoted a lot.

3. Audience member: Says a favorite character of theirs is Rainbow Quartz, and wants to know will we see a version of her with Steven?

Rebecca says of course she can’t give spoilers, but that Rainbow Quartz 2.0 would inevitably be different. Then she quickly says, “Forget I said that.”

4. Audience member: How old is Lion? Have we seen all his powers?

Rebecca says it’s a good question and can’t say exactly. The episode “Buddy’s Book” gives a hint at the general time when Rose was spending time with seven lions. That’s a gauge for how old Lion is. She implies that Lion does have more to show us about what he can do.

5. Audience member: Regarding the “Off Colors” episode, which Off Color do you relate to?

Rebecca immediately says “Rhodonite, the neurotic.” Then Zach says he relates to Padparadscha because he’ll trail off in the middle of a sentence. Deedee says she relates to that too.

6. Audience member: On writing music for the show–any challenges?

Rebecca says it’s very challenging–they’re given no extra time to work on the songs. “Mr. Greg” was most challenging of course. Zach is glad the Emmys recognized Rebecca’s extra hours. He said he had a hard time when his voice changed. “Puberty is a thing,” he says, while talking about some songs he struggled with.

7. Audience member: Will there be a Blu-Ray?

Rebecca would like it. Making it happen will take more moments like this (the panel, people showing up for the show).

8. Audience member: Did Yellow Diamond shatter Pink Diamond?

Dude.

Zach: “We won’t tell anyone what you say Rebecca.”

Rebecca just says she’s really excited about the next run because it was a chance to do a real murder mystery.

9. Audience member: What inspired you to use gems/rocks?

Rebecca: “Aesthetic! It’d look cool!” But she learned a lot about myths. Smoky Quartz was fun to learn about gem trivia for, building important symbolism into their character. Estelle said gems are just really pretty, that’s enough of a reason.

10. Audience member: How often do you write a song and then build an episode around it or vice versa?

Rebecca says it depends. Character stories will need a song when dialogue just isn’t enough. “Here Comes a Thought” was unusual since it came before the episode. She wanted it to be a tool to teach kids about mindfulness meditation.

11. Audience member: Do you anticipate what’s going to be popular on your show?

Rebecca says on the inside they focus on loving what they’re making. Team ideas that are spur of the moment seem to catch on most with the fans too. They discuss Padparadscha’s immense popularity. Sapphires are sort of Zelda-like, Rebecca says, and she wanted one who reminded her of Peach. Lamar Abrams came up with the idea of making her hair kinda look like a crown to increase the feeling that she has a matching vibe.

12. Audience member: On Lars’ development: was it planned initially?

Rebecca says it happened naturally. He’s one of the oldest characters in the show, and she was drawing him in college. Lars-n-Sadie comics are older than SU. (This was already known but apparently some people didn’t know they predate the show.) So of course they were always going to be important. (Zach says Lars was important in the pilot for calling Steven names.)

when we came to earth the heavens designed us a special gift, an invisible energy source that would offer us secret assistance 

aries received a finely crafted and exquisite sword. it glows a ruby scarlet and its honourable to her only. it is not sharp nor deadly, but it gives her the inner courage and assertion to fight her battles despite feeling like a child being constantly berated by the world

taurus received an invisible set of headphones. they are rose pink and soft and silky, and she can put these on whenever the chaos on the world reaches its peak, when it begins to disturb her inner world, when her raw senses become too overloaded, she can go into a place of silence inside, she can turn on autopilot 

gemini received a tiny, flittering pixie crafted from the mind of hermes, she flies beside the gemini mind with a notebook quickly ascribing the gemini’s thoughts before they disappear into outer space. the notebook is then given to one of gemini’s personalities who wasn’t busy at the time so it can be remembered in future

cancer received a luminescent, delicate sea shell to wear around her neck and caress her heart, the water within this shell contains the spiritual dwelling of her supportive ancestors and guides, each who whisper her words of guidance through the sea shell, each message instantly reaching the heart its touching 

leo received a crown that never breaks or crumbles, even when she feels like she will. the crown glows a butterscotch caramel, crafted with divine royalty in mind, so that even in her darkest moments she can wear her crown and be reminded of her magnificence

virgo received a microscope that adapts into a kaleidoscope, perfect for their mutable nature, a microscope with divine contacts that conceive the spiritual harmony in all things, the microscope that envisages the solution before the problem 

libra received a sweet bottle of perfume that smells of venus cake batter, but it’s not for her, its her air freshener, a cosmic spritzer that harmonises her environment and dispels social disharmony, an aroma of peace 

scorpio received a piece of their own soul wrapped in golden parchment. this was to be accessed and acknowledged in moments of crisis. for the reminder of her immortality even when she is screaming out that she wants to die 

sagittarius received a compass pointing in the direction of their personal truth. it spins and turns, sends her on crusades then spins back around again, it keeps everything interesting, its her secret atlas 

capricorn received an intricate bracelet that is made of the same substance as saturn’s rings, so when she goes to feel her heart with her pulse, she is reminded of her golden blood, the bracelet moves like clockwork, so she always ‘knows’ the time 

aquarius received a telescope that can teleport the mind. when she is staring up at the stars at night, as she so often does, her mind can transit into the cosmos so she can hear their voices up close 

pisces received the greatest gift of all, her very own vessel adorned in glittering fairy lights, a vessel that she can board at any moment to sail freely into the spiritual seas, leaving the material world completely behind 

-C.

Side to Side

Pairing: Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Prompts: None

Word Count: 2465

Warning(s): Some swear words, slight smut (Nothing crazy but it goes there)

Requests: I have like 10 followers so like none of you pay attention to me (jk jk you guys are cool)

Song: Side to Side  (duh) by Ariana Grande

Author’s Note: This is kinda crap but I’m totally obsessed with Tom Holland and Spider-Man Homecoming so come on this wild ride and be trash with me! Give me feedback please I promise I’ll get to it in like 10 years

Summary: Reader and Peter (slant rhyme woo) are friends and both on the Avengers. They’re training in the gym and things get s t e a m y…

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NO I CANT

WHEN RHYSAND REALIZES THAT THE BOY THE CARVER LOOKS LIKE TO FEYRE IS THEIR SON AND THEY LEAVE AND HE JUST QUIETLY ASKS IN THE DARK “WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE?”
LIKE HE CAN’T BEAR TO HOPE FOR THAT MUCH AND HE’S REALIZING HOW THERE WAS ONCE A POINT THAT HE THOUGHT FEYRE WOULD NEVER LOVE HIM AND NOW HE’S STARING DOWN THE BARREL OF A FUTURE THAT COULD NEVER HAPPEN IF THIS WAR GOES BADLY AND HE HEARS THAT THE CARVER WEARS THE FACE OF THEIR SON. HIS AND FEYRE’S AND HE JUST HAS TO CHOKE OUT THE WORDS IN THE STIFLING DARK
“WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE.”
AND THERE’S SO MUCH LOVE IN HER VOICE WHEN SHE, FEYRE, HIS MATE, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND POWERFUL THING IN HIS LONG LIFE, TAKES HIS HAND AND SQUEEZES AND SMILES SOFTLY AND THERE’S THAT HOPE IN HER TOO AND JUST REPLIES
“LET ME SHOW YOU.”
AND HE SEES THE FACE OF HIS SON AND HIS HEART CRACKS OPEN WITH ALL THE LOVE AND LIFE AND HOPE WITHIN IT HE THINKS HE MIGHT COLLAPSE WITH IT.
BUT FEYRE’S THERE- SO MUCH LOVE AND LIFE AND FIRE AND STEEL HOLDING HIM UP AND WALKING THEM BOTH TOWARDS THE LIGHT
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT- I’M FUCKING NOT.

You’re His Ex Girlfriend and You See His New Girlfriend Wearing Your T-Shirt: Part 3

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If she closes her eyes hard enough, and just at the right moments, Y/n can feel Harry in Dan.

It’s quite peculiar, how she finds Harry in almost anything. It’s something she finds so riveting yet so dangerous at the same time. He’s everywhere, he’s in every breath she takes and in every move she makes, and it’s something that brings her an overwhelming sense of comfort yet an overbearing sense of instability.

Dan—an individual full of insecurities and excitement—who varies oh, so differently from Harry, can feel like him if she really tries hard enough. His arms don’t hold her quite the same, and his lips aren’t as soft and flavorful, but if she squeezes her eyes shut, and she loses herself in the memories of Harry, it’s like he’s almost back again—only in the most minuscule of ways.

Which is why, now, in this moment in time, Y/n can barely keep her eyes open.

It’s the first time Y/n brought Dan to the house, letting him stop by to watch a film after his shift. It’s a little something he’s wanted to do for a while, and after many coffee dates and many pleads from Dan, she finally took the step of being completely alone with him.

Gabby decided to go to a friends house and insisted they take their time together. It started off wonderfully; a bottle of red wine, a box of chocolates, and a bag of popcorn while they watched Jaws.

It was all wonderful, until Dan decided to make the move.

Dan is on top of her, lips connecting to hers in a lustful motion. It isn’t that Y/n doesn’t want to be in this position, but more of her being hesitant to do so. She hasn’t kissed anybody since Harry, and although Dan is one of the nicest people she’s ever met, she can’t find it within herself to keep moving any more forward.

And everything about it feels wrong.

Between all the touching, all the kissing, all the feelings within her, she can’t stop thinking about Harry. She can’t stop thinking about how much she misses him and how much she wants him back. She’s still in love with him, so much so that doing this with someone else makes her feel dirty—makes her feel like she’s betraying him.

And it’s all too much, because no matter how hard she closes her eyes, no matter how hard she tries to feel him, he’s not there, and she can’t help but seem to think that he never will be—not anymore.

“No, no, stop.” She whimpers, shaking her head in an attempt to reject Dan’s restless lips.

He doesn’t stop, however, too engaged in the moment to really understand the words stuttering from her mouth. He continues kissing her, instead, moving down to her collarbones.

At this point, Y/n starts to hyperventilate. Between the sobs daring to escape her chest and the lack of air from her previous activities, everything is straining against her. She doesn’t fully understand how she was able to get this far without it being with Harry.

“Stop!”

Her arms push Dan off of her until she’s alone on the couch as he’s panting on the floor. She can’t breathe. Her chest is tightening and her cries are so harsh that her lungs are collapsing inside of her.

She reaches her hands up to the roots of her hair, pulling back on them as she tries to gather all the oxygen she can. At this point, her head feels light and her sight is completely blurred by the tears flowing out of them—ones that she doesn’t even try to stop.

“I’m s—so sor—ry.” She hiccups, her head falling to her hands.

Dan gulps as he tentatively stands from his spot on the floor, his hands up in front of him as if in a panic—trying desperately to figure out how to fix the mess being made in front of him.

He looks around the room, as if in search for something to guide him through this situation, but there’s nothing. All the room occupies is a broken woman, sobbing breathlessly on a couch in front of him, muttering incoherent phrases under her breath.

“Okay,” he huffs out, nodding his head to himself, “It’s okay, yeah? You’re okay?”

He occupies the empty spot next to her, hesitantly wrapping an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. In all honesty, Dan is complete shit at helping people during emotional breakdowns, and considering this one had happened so suddenly, he had absolutely no warning that he would be put in this position.

Y/n feels bad, she does, considering Dan doesn’t deserve the treatment she’s given him and surely doesn’t deserve what was once an innocent date to end up a complete disaster. But she can’t help it, and she can’t stop now, no matter how hard she tries.

“It’s Harry, isn’t it?”

His voice is nothing but a whisper, and the words that spoke out from his lips nearly brings every movement in Y/n’s body to a halt. She never told him that it was Harry who broke her heart, and to be honest, she doesn’t even find the strength within her to begin to question how he even knows of Harry—especially his relationship with her.

Of course, their relationship has been publicized for years, but Dan is a very closed-off type of person. He’s not much into music, either—another part of him that differs so drastically from Harry—and spends a majority of his time working or spending time outside rather than succumbing himself in social media.

He looks down at the rose ring wrapped around his pointer finger, twirling it around with the hand that was once wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders.

He knew the moment he saw Harry’s reaction that this ring very much belonged to him. He wasn’t quite sure why she sacrificed it so mindlessly—why it seemed to have no story behind it. But between everything Gabby’s told him and everything he’s gathered from her previous relationship, she wanted nothing more than to get rid of every reminder she had of him.

He doesn’t feel worthy enough for it, though. If Y/n and Harry don’t find their way back to each other, he feels she should at least give it to somebody that she loves, not somebody she needs to help her get over her heartbreak.

He slides it off his finger, placing it gently on the palm of his hand before closing his fingers into a fist.

“We can’t keep doing this, Y/n. Not if you can’t talk to me.” He mutters softly, “Not if you’re still in love with him, we’ll be getting nowhere.”

This makes her cry harder. She still doesn’t have the audacity to look up at him, no, how could she? After everything she’s done?

This is why she always ends up alone. No matter how in love she is, no matter how much effort she puts into a relationship, they always end up leaving her. It’s happened long before Harry, and she was so convinced he’d stay when he came around. She was so dead set on him being her forever, but the same thing happened again. He left, just like everyone else.

And now, Dan is leaving her, and although she can’t exactly blame him for doing so, it’s another wound to her heart—it’s another pain in her chest that only seems to increase with pain.

He sighs sadly at the sight in front of him, upset with himself that he’s probably a partial reason for her soul-shaking sobs and lack of air, but he has no other choice. If he stays with her, he’d be forcing her to love someone she doesn’t. He has to let her go if it means to possibly make amends with her happiness again.

He takes one of her shaking hands away from her face and bringing it towards his lap, spreading her fingers away from her palm so that he can set the ring softly against it.

She sobs at the sight, bringing her opposite hand to her mouth as she tries to quiet herself down.

“This was Harry’s, it always was. This belongs to you, Y/n, not me.”

She nods, trying her best to smile at him as a form of appreciation, but it fails miserably. He understands, though, that she cares, and doesn’t ask her any questions.

“I’ll let Gabby know to come home now, okay?”

He kisses the top of her head, the way he always does, before removing himself from the couch and toward the front door.

“Take care of yourself, Y/n. I mean it.”

And then, he’s gone, leaving Y/n alone in an empty house and her haunting thoughts. She feels the world is closing in on her, only giving her a restricted amount of air and a limited amount of light to see what’s in front of her.

She’s alone—she’s left by herself in a dark room that’s only being illuminated by the television light, where nobody can hear her, where nobody can touch her, where nobody can see her; in a place where she just can’t trust herself.

She’s left alone, as she’s always left, and she just can’t take it anymore.

Her emotions become so strong that her body collapses onto the floor, her head throbbing and throat burning from all the tears and cries. She can’t breathe, her lungs failing to take in oxygen and her chest is pounding.

It’s so bad that if Gabby doesn’t come home soon, she actually believes she’s going to die. She feels the tug on her heart and feels how hard it is for it to do its job properly—she practically feels it overworking itself.

“Oh, God.”

Gabby finds her on the floor, making her immediately drop her purse and run to her collapsed body. Y/n is a withering mess underneath her, completely drenched in sweat as violent sobs erupt from her body.

She’s quick to sit her up properly onto the floor before lifting her back onto the couch, running a comforting hand down the side of her neck as she begins to shush her down to a calm state. However, her attempt falters when Y/n shakes her head to remove Gabby’s touch from her neck.

“I can’t—I can’t—“

She tries to find words to explain what’s happening to her right now. Between the pain in her body and the feeling in her head, her brain is scrambling with so many fearful thoughts that the only thing she can truly comprehend is being saved from this horrifying feeling.

“Hospital.”

Gabby is taken aback when she says it, completely astonished by just how serious this all is. She realizes this isn’t a situation that she can fix on her own, and it makes her feel like such a bad friend that she can’t give her what she needs.

Tears fall from her eyes in panic, well aware that her friend is undergoing something far worse than a mental breakdown, but also knows that the hospital won’t be able to help her.

Only Harry can.

“Let me call for help, okay?“ She asks softly. “I’m gonna send help.”

When Harry sees Gabby’s contact light up his phone, something inside of him instantly fills with worry. He knows, without a doubt, that Gabby hates him more than anybody ever since what happened. And knowing her so well, she would never reach out to him, especially when her negative feelings toward him were so strong, unless it’s serious.

“Gabby?”

“You have to do something, Harry.” She cries through the phone, peaking over her shoulder to look over Y/n from her location in the kitchen.

She’s still a mess, holding her hand over her heart as if it were going to mend the pain. Her head is thrown over the back of the couch, her other hand running over her face continuously. Her sobs haven’t settled, only seeming to increase with panic over the unfamiliar reaction occurring over her body.

“She thinks you don’t want her and—Harry she thinks she’s dying. Her heart is so broken. She keeps saying her heart is going to fail her and I don’t—I don’t know what to do. I don’t think there’s anything I can do. She—she was trying so hard. Harry, please, you have to—you have to—“

Harry leans on his elbows over the kitchen counter, huffing out a shaky breath when he hears both Gabby and Y/n’s cries through the phone. He rubs his hand over his face, doing anything to prevent the tears nearly pooling out from his eyes.

He’d be lying if he said that guilt isn’t eating him alive in this moment. And it’s not that he hasn’t felt any remorse or any guilt since he’d broken Y/n’s heart, but he’s now fully aware that he has to look at the damage he’s done. He’ll have to witness all the pain, all the heartbreak he’s put her through, and nothing makes him feel worse.

“I’ll do anything.” He whimpers. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I promise, I won’t keep doing this to her, you have to believe me. Just—“ he lets out a broken breath, reaching his hand up to rub his eyes to prevent any tears from escaping, “just tell me what to do.”

Gabby wipes the tears from her cheeks, yet again peering over to watch over Y/n on the couch. To her dismay, there is absolutely no improvement.

“Come here, pick her up, and bring her home. Just talk to her, please. Nothing makes her feel worse than believing you don’t want her anymore. Hell, even if you don’t—I don’t know with you anymore—just give her something. You’re the only one that can fix this.”

He sighs, nodding his head before making his way out of his house without much of a response to her. He’s only concerned for Y/n, and is so focused on getting to her so that he can prove to her that he’s changed—that he’s not the same Harry he was and is going to be there for her for as long as his life lasts, even if she doesn’t allow it.

But it’s upon arrival he realizes how much more serious this is than he thought. She’s completely breaking down, every inch of her shaking and fear written on her face. She’s a complete and utter mess, a completely wrecked version of such a beautiful, unbroken woman who had so much love in her heart and surrounded by so much love in the air.

And even though Harry knows she believes she’s going to die, apart of him believes she’s already dead. The life inside of her has burned out and is now just a product of what once was. The Y/n he always known is long gone—so far gone he almost doesn’t believe it’s her.

He looks at her with the most distraught and sympathetic look Gabby has ever seen. She has never seen so much guilt in somebody before that—no matter how much she hates him—she can’t help but feel sorry for him, too.

“Baby, hey. Hey now, it’s alright.” He whispers, kneeling in front of Y/n’s shaking figure and tentatively reaching for her hair so that he can attempt to calm her down. “I’m here now, I’m right here.”

A pitiful sound leaves her lips when she looks up at him; something between a whine, a sob, and a groan. It’s messy from her throat being raw from all the screaming and cries, and it leaves an indescribable pain that only makes her cries stronger.

She can’t even think properly, everything in her body overworking itself. It’s something she’s never experienced before, and all the fears of it being permanent rush through her veins—leaving her with an overwhelming amount of anxiety.

“She’s having a panic attack.” Harry mumbles to Gabby, making sure to rub gently over the back of Y/n’s neck. Although panic attacks weren’t common for her, whenever she was overwhelmed and stressed, this gesture always seemed calmed her down.

“I don’t know what to do. I can’t drive with her like this I—Gabby, how do I focus with her like this?” He cries, the situation in front of him making his body turn to shambles, “Especially when it’s my fault? How do I—do I keep her here until she’s calm? I don’t—I don’t know—”

Gabby shakes her head, reaching her hand over to graze his tense shoulder. She squeezes the muscle softly, almost as a sort of reassurance.

“She needs home, Harry—” she whispers, “she needs you.

He nods, choking back sobs as he brushes the hair out of Y/n’s face. The skin of her face is red and completely soaked, but this is the first time he’s seen her since the morning in the grocery store, and she’s never looked so beautiful.

“I’m going to take you home with me, Y/n. But I need you to breathe for me, can you do that?” He asks, holding her face delicately between his hands, “Breathe with me.”

Y/n sucks in a deep breath when Harry inhales deeply, attempting to rid all the anxiety and pain settling inside of her. Her inhale is broken between hiccups and cries, but as she keeps eye contact with him as she tries to calm down, a little part of her feels revived.

“It hurts.” She whimpers between sobs, referring to the pain in her chest and the throbbing in her head that just can’t seem to heal.

She watches as Harry’s face scrunches with an agonizing cry, and she knows he’s aware of exactly what she’s talking about. She’s been brokenhearted for so long, she doesn’t even think he’s the least bit shocked when she tells him her heart is hurting.

“I know, baby. I know.” He whispers as he kisses her forehead gently. “Let’s get you home, yeah? Make you feel better?”

And as much as she wants to hate him, or yell at him for everything he’s done to her and make him understand just how much of her life he’s ruined, she genuinely feels like her body is going to collapse at any given moment. She needs him, even if it’s just for right now, she has to just focus on everything happening in the now. Harry’s come back to her and she’s about to go back home.

Because if she doesn’t think about the present moment—Harry holding her, Harry kissing her, Harry about to take the both of them back to their house—she’ll never find a way to fix herself. She’ll be stuck in this anxiety and pain for far too long—so long that it could actually kill her.

So she closes her eyes, only focusing on his touch and his breath fanning over her wet face. She forgets the t-shirt, she forgets all the times he’s ignored her after declaring them to take a break, and she forgets about Jessica. At least for right now, she can focus on all that tomorrow.

She nods, and it’s then Harry notices how much more calm she is. Although she’s still crying and still incapable of speaking much from the aching in her throat, she’s breathing properly again and her once undying sobs have turned into soft whimpers.

He leans in so that he can properly wrap his arms around her, hooking one hand on her back and the other under her knees. There’s no way in hell she’s capable of walking—not like this, and in all honesty, he would much rather hold her now than leave her side for another second.

It’s when Y/n is being held so close to him again that the aching in her chest seems to almost vanish completely. And although there is still a weight on top of her lungs, and still a slight uncomfortableness in her heart, she’s finally able to breathe again.

“I’m gonna make this all better, okay? I promise you, gonna fix you.” He mumbles with his lips against her hairline, making sure to keep rubbing the back of her neck softly.

It’s a promise he intends on keeping—a promise he never plans on breaking again. He could never live with himself if he were to keep putting her through all of this pain. She’s the most undeserving person—he knows that—and he knows she’s too pure to go through all that she’s been through the past couple of months.

The car ride is completely silent, only Y/n’s cries and small sniffles filling the empty space. Although she still isn’t completely calm, she’s improved so much since he first came to pick her up and it is able to keep his mind at ease. At least while he drives.

And he doesn’t miss her hand sneaking over the console to intertwine her fingers with his. He doesn’t expect it but he also doesn’t mind it. If anything, it makes him feel better just as much as it does her.

When they pull up to the driveway of their once shared house, every bit of composure she’s withheld in her body is breaking down by the second. Her strength is wearing thin, and knowing she’ll be reuniting in the house where Y/n and Harry once had everything makes her more afraid than ever.

Harry notices her sudden shift in mood and doesn’t hesitate to unbuckle himself from his seat and walk around the car to where her exhausted figure is sobbing, slumped against the passenger seat. He sighs meekly before unbuckling her, as well, and lifting her against him the way he had before.

“Hey there, s’alright, I’m here. We’ll work this out, but you need to sleep first, yeah? Looking very pale and I know you well enough to see you’ve been lacking sleep.”

Although they both know Y/n isn’t going to respond, she wants to continue listening to him speak. It’s something she hasn’t heard in so long, and she wouldn’t even care if he was talking about the goddamn weather, she just wants to hear him again.

He keeps talking, too, because he notices the effects of his voice on her anxiety and how the muscles in her body relax under his words. He’ll stop at nothing to make sure she’s okay again, even if it means having a one-sided conversation.

“You know how you are, too—grumpy and sensitive when you’re tired. Almost take my head off if you don’t get more than seven hours. Remember that one time at my mum’s Christmas dinner party? Barely slept the night before from wrapping so many gifts that you genuinely got upset with me for not knowing your favorite alcoholic beverage.” He chuckles softly. “Funny lil thing.“

Through the nonstop crying and the frown that hasn’t left Y/n’s lips in what feels like an eternity, the first smile stretches from her lips. It’s the smallest closed mouth smile he’s ever seen, but it’s there, and it’s the most genuine feeling of happiness she’s had in so long.

When Harry unlocks the door, he wastes no time making his way over to their couch. He knows very well that she wouldn’t want to sleep on their bed, considering she’s well aware of what he did with Jessica on that bed and he wants no reason to upset her any further.

He sets her down in front of the couch, petting the top of her head softly before gathering a blanket and a pillow for her to sleep on.

He sets it up like a bed, almost, before turning to leave so that she can have her privacy. He doesn’t think she’d want to sleep with him, so he decides to sleep in the guest bedroom since he knows she’d always pick the living room couch over that room.

But before he gets too far, Y/n weakly captures his fingers in hers, pulling him back towards her.

His head snaps down to her finger, noticing the rose ring being worn beautifully on her middle finger. He almost chokes when he sees it on her, eyes wide and lips slightly parted in half confusion and half in awe.

“Please,” she whimpers, “stay.”

He snaps out of his trance at her words, slowly nodding his head as a small “of course” falls from his lips.

He lays comfortably on the couch, looking up at her when he finds a position where she can lay beside him.

“If you want you can take the—alright” he huffs.

His eyes narrow as he watches her lay on top of him—fully on top of him; her cheek nesting right where his shoulder meets his neck as her arms slither around his sides until her hands meet under his back. Her legs tangle perfectly in between his, and in any other circumstance, this probably wouldn’t have been an ideal sleeping position for the either of them. But Y/n is exhausted, both physically and mentally, and she feels this is the only position she can sleep.

Harry doesn’t mind, and easily ignores the subtle uncomfortableness in his back as he wraps his arms securely around her frame.

Although Y/n is already fast asleep on top of it, he’s unsure how he can close his eyes for longer than a blink. This could be the last chance he has to be with her in this way. He’s unsure what tomorrow holds for the both of them and their relationship—it could end entirely or create an entirely new beginning.

With the possibilities almost endless against their favor, he doesn’t want to miss a second of what could be the last of her in his life. So, he embraces the feeling of her tight hold, the little puddle of drool on the shoulder of his t-shirt, and the tickle on his chin from her loose strands of hair, because this could be the last time he feels all of that.

But he also can’t help but feel that small bit of hope still latching onto him. That somewhere—deep down—he knows they belong to each other for the rest of their lives. And that, maybe, if the universe decides that their relationship should end tomorrow, he knows destiny will find a way for the both of them again.

So, he holds her a little tighter, breathes her in a little harsher, and soaks up all the extra warmth in her body, and prays that everything will be okay.

Under-discussed things about the ep:

Maggie spending 17 hours successfully making sure the guys didn’t kill any hostages. (Had one night of sleep, and then 36 hours being an absolute genius boss at saving Alex.)

The way the back of Maggie’s hair is tucked into her oversized NCPD windbreaker.

The entire DEO knowing Kara’s identity. So much paperwork for Pam.

Alex ripping the smoke detector off the wall and tossing the damn thing in the trash.

Lena going on an accidental date with her girlfriend’s boyfriend’s mother.

“Babe.”

Alex’s hands while Maggie was giving her the most romantic speech ever to romance.

The amount of paperwork Pam in HR is going to have to do because Maggie chucked a DEO laptop.

Maggie breaking my heart telling Kara she should have been heard.

“I got her to be herself, Kara.”

Rick’s lesbophobic violence, misogyny, and rape-y under/overtones.

Maggie being a fucking genius and having more emotional intelligence than like anyone (confirming all my headcanons about her becoming a cop to change the way the system operates tbh).

Credit cards will never be the same.

Alex had the chicken pox as a teenager.

Alex always ate lunch with Kara at school (except when she had the chicken pox. See above.)

Maggie’s response to Rick’s mother calling him garbage. Because yes. She does know what that’s like.

Maggie and that dispersal gadget thing to scramble the security cameras in the prison.

Maggie’s voice when she tells him the gun is her girlfriend’s.

James. (See my fix it fics.)

The way Maggie bites her lip when Rick describes stalking them.

Winn putting his body between Rick and Alex.

Alex and Winn’s high five.

Maggie’s perfect communication skills.

Kara’s massive character development.

Lena calling to check up on Kara.

Brunch next Saturday.

Kara’s Real Nemesis: Kale.

anonymous asked:

Maybe Dark!Annabeth fighting a child of the big three and she knows that defeating them with physical, raw power isn't possible, so she attacks mentally. She defeats them with words, something Annabeth constantly does throughout the books to her enemies. Making them so angry, distracted, and/or sad that they lose focus and she easily takes the victory.

Annabeth feels him coming before she sees him.

There’s a charge in the air. A gathering static that threatens to strike with every movement she makes, but never quite gets the guts to do so.

That’s Jason Grace for you. Son of Jupiter, chosen of Juno, and just a touch too soft to do what needs to be done. Oh sure, he’ll kill monsters if he needs to, but when the monsters are gods, his solution is to become a priest.

It’s about finding a compromise, he’d said. And making sure that we’re heard.

Annabeth’s finding there are better ways of making noise.

“You got here faster than I expected,” she remarks as he touches down in front of her. She’s perched on the crumbling remnants of a wall that’s thousands of years old. Some small, distant part of her regrets what is about to happen here, but not enough to change course.

“Your pattern’s getting old,” he says. His gladius is out and he holds it warily between them. Annabeth keeps her drakonbone sword at her side. “The others can hold Percy off long enough for me to stop what you’re doing.”

She raises her eyebrows. “You’re the only one coming?”

He tries to hide his grimace, but that’s the danger with fighting your friends. They can read you too well, and a smile curls over Annabeth’s mouth at the confirmation. She hops off the wall, landing lightly on the dirt.

“What made you think I’d be at Pompeii?”

Lightning crackles in the sky overhead, raising the small hairs at the back of her neck. He nods at the scaffolding in the distance, empty of workers this early in the morning. It’s a grim dawn, about to get darker.

“No tourists today. You might’ve turned against the gods, Annabeth, but you’re not a murderer.”

Isn’t she? Annabeth has lost count of the number of monsters she’s put in the ground (under the ground). How many demigods died in the war with Kronos? They bleed red the same as mortals, and her hands are as stained as anyone’s.

So are Jason’s, and irritation pricks at her face. She smooths it away with a cool smile, carefully tracking him as he starts to circle her. She has a certain amount of faith in Jason’s willingness to ‘save’ his friends, but she’s not an idiot.

“So I should start picking locations with people if I don’t want you to interfere, is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s obviously not what I’m saying.” His gaze flickers over the ruins stretching behind her. “So this is all rigged to blow, huh?”

“Leo does good work.”

He winces. He can play on whatever friendship the two of them might have had all he likes, but that betrayal is the real knife in the guts and they both know it. Annabeth coerces her expression into concern, the cogs of her brain turning the right muscles to give it the realism it needs. She takes a half step forward, and Jason doesn’t step away.

“He misses you, you know.” Her voice is a soft thing. Caring. “Misses both of you.”

“If he misses us so bad, he should come and see us.”

“You really think we’re going to be welcome at Camp after all this?

“You haven’t killed anyone.”

The yet sits between us, and it doesn’t matter anyway. The gods would be more likely to forgive her if she had killed someone. They could have murdered thousands of mortals and not been struck down, if they’d just done it far away from the last vestiges of godly power in this world.

Gaea had plotted to bring down Mt Olympus, and that’s definitely on Annabeth’s list. But she’s always been a methodical sort of girl, and divine power runs deep. Best to stamp out all traces of it, one relic at a time.

She sighs. “We don’t plan to. You know that.”

“You’re trying to kill the gods!” Lightning cracks again, closer now. It takes more strength than Annabeth wants to admit to to avoid reaching for her weapon.

“And how many times have they tried to kill us? At best they don’t give a shit, Jason, you know that.”

But he’s shaking his head. They’ve had this fight before, all of them, enough times that she could probably just record it for him to save energy. He’s long since stopped listening to sense, and she doesn’t bother with more than a cursory attempt to convince him.

“You’re too late for this one,” she says. “I’m proud of you for getting here before it blows, but you were right. It’s ready to go.”

His grip shifts on his sword. And - there’s something in his expression that prompts her to brace for an attack, because it’s not defeat. This time, she thinks. This time might be the one where I push too far.

It’s sad, sort of, but relief swamps that soon enough. It’s not that she wants to fight old friends, but it would make everything a lot simpler. To just be able to fight, without caring what happens to them anymore. To draw battlelines instead of blurring them

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls. “But even if the rest of your team is ready to destroy this place, they’ll stop once you’re a hostage.”

Annabeth laughs. It’s a miscalculation, but she can’t help herself. “The others might. But hell itself couldn’t keep Percy Jackson from me, Jason, and you’re no Tartarus.”

“I can deal with Percy.”

He can’t. She wonders idly if he knows that. Everyone’s aware of Percy’s power these days, but that’s what he’s like with her at his side. Jason, she suspects, still has a little too much optimism left about what Percy’s self control would be like without her. What it would be like if he even thought she was in danger.

“Right, well, that’ll be your mistake to live with.” She squints up at the sky, trying to judge her next play. Being a hostage would accelerate certain things that she’s not ready to set into motion just yet. Most of all, she doesn’t think that Percy is quite as ready to fight the others as she is.

Not yet.

“You made a miscalculation,” she said finally. “You always want to go for the biggest player, Jason. It’s one of your biggest weaknesses.”

“You can’t talk your way out of this, Annabeth.” His body moves, and she can almost trace the lines in the air, the familiar forms he’s about to slide into. “You’re coming back to Camp wth me.”

He lifts his blade, wreathed in lightning. She smells ozone on the air, the threat of violence wafting in behind it. She clasps her hands behind her back, and lays down her hand.

“Where’s Piper, Jason?”

Everything stops. Nature itself holds its breath as those too-blue eyes widen in sheer panic, before narrowing at her.

“Piper’s your friend. You wouldn’t hurt her.”

Annabeth waits. She doesn’t need to say anything. The silence between them does it for her. The even sound of her breathing. The shroud of absolute confidence holding her shoulders straight.

You are not going to take me, her body says, like it’s all a foregone conclusion.

“She can handle herself,” he tries again, and there’s the edge of desperation that she’s been waiting for. Enough to cloud his thinking. He might not think she’s a murderer, but there are other atrocities. Things she hasn’t held back from in the opening numbers of this new war.

“Against Percy?”

That’s a risk. Because they both know that Percy isn’t steady, isn’t stable, that his relationship with Piper had been tenuous at best and that without Annabeth there, his temper might just get away with him. Piper has her Charmspeak, but there are ways around everything if you have enough power.

It’s a risk, because Jason’s anger could always outweigh his fear. He could always take it out on her rather than fly off for Piper. Annabeth is confident in her ability to take him with a sword, but Jason comes with all those bonus add-ons that children of Athena just aren’t privy to.

So she gives him one last push. Just to make sure.

“Tartarus has so many doors,” she says softly. That same quiet concern from before, turned deadly now. “You know we found all of them, right Jason?”

He spits a curse, something in Latin about the gods and what he hopes they’ll do to her. She watches him leap into the sky, shading her eyes against the rising sun until he’s no more than a dot in the distance.

“You say that like they haven’t already done their worst,” she murmurs, before turning back to the ruins.

There’s work to be done.

3

Take this sinking boat and point it home. We’ve still got time.
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice. You’ll make it now.

Highlights from Lucie Pohl’s AMA

(These are all in non-linear order, so you’ll have to go up and down the AMA to find them)

  • She’s good friends with Jen Cohn

  • She loves Pharmercy and thinks the ship is ‘awesome’!

  • She says that the writing team are ‘always open’ to the VAs sugggestions

  • And that she might try to ask for more voice lines between Pharah and Mercy (!)

  • She said she would love to meet Ana’s VA, and pretty much confirmed she is going to Blizzcon

  • She’s also working on going to GamesCom, and will be at FanaticExpo in September

  • Lucie also says she’s a ‘Mercy main’

  • She also says she’d love to cosplay Mercy someday

  • And that she’d love to see a Steampunk skin for Mercy, and a ‘Futuristic Robot Skin’ for Angela

  • Her favorite projects that she’s worked on:  “The comedy shows I write are always my favorite projects because they come from me, the biggest projects I have worked on have been Overwatch, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Red Dwarf. All of them were incredible experiences!”

  • “If you could have any ability from any hero in Overwatch, what would it be and why?” Lucie: ‘I’d love to have some of Lucio’s Sonic Amplifier because it’s so badass!’

  • She loves The Wire (!)

  • The best dessert ever? Cheesecake. And her favorite flavor?  Salted caramel

  • ‘What is harder to save… heroes or cupcakes?’ Lucie: ‘Definitely cupcakes. They get eaten so quickly.’

  • When she first moved to the US, the first thing that ‘intensely fascinated’ her was spray cheese

  • What Mercy does in her spare time: “Mercy plays soccer and eats chocolate in her free time! She looks for honesty, kindness and loyalty in a friend!“

  • She can speak German, English, and can understand French, Spanish, Italian and Greek!

  • Her favorite character in the game, aside from Mercy? Soldier 76. No scratch that, she says she ‘loves them all’.

  • As for how much of an influence Lucie herself has on Mercy: “I think a lot of my personality influences Mercy because the emotions have to be real and have to come from somewhere!”

  • Lucie’s favorite type of music? “I like soul, funk, jazz, hip hop, classical music, flamenco….a lot of different kinds of music!”

  • She’d also love to visit Iceland and Sweden, and the Philippines too. 

  • Lucie lost a few of her family members during the Holocaust, and that ‘her grandmother had to wear the yellow star, was held hostage and was not allowed to continue studying’.

  • She says she’d love to turn ‘Hi! Hitler’ into a TV show. Or a film

  • And the best part about voicing Mercy? Getting introduced to the ‘wonderful gaming community’. And the fans!

stevetrevvors  asked:

do u have headcanons/thoughts regarding the peter parker is trans idea bc i havent seen the movie but thats the best goddamn thing ive heard alllll day

  • may is his biggest supporter and fought super hard to get him everything he needed she actually popped a doctor in the face once for consistently misgendering pete
  • ned is also trans thanks 4 ur time
  • all the other boys in his class get embarrassed and flustered every time their voices crack but pete loves it more and more every time it happens to him
  • tony made the spidey suit with a bulge so peter doesn’t have to awkwardly stick his packer down there
  • ‘black widow’ and ‘hawkeye’ and ‘captain america’ r cool names n all but something is just always really great about people calling him ‘spider man’
  • he wears lifts in his shoes and so does tony and he’s completely gobsmacked when he finds out
  • he and ned host huge movie marathons and munch on popcorn and point out all the characters they think are trans
  • luke skywalker is The Trans Hero they both adore
  • his spanish teacher calls him señor parker and it makes him BEAM with happiness
  • he and ned go to the bathroom together bc Solidarity Bro
  • once he grew his hair out to try to “fit in” better but he hated it so much that he hacked it all off with those kids safety scissors and made a complete mess so ben had to buzz his hair right down
  • he and ned would practice deepening their voices for hours in pete’s room and end up ruining it by giggling
  • once he was doing his “stark internship” stuff and he missed his usual shot time so now he always makes time to do his shot properly
  • he loves how skintight the suit is bc he’s so Flat
i have too many feelings about michelle jones so here have headcanons and peter x michelle

this was obnoxiously long because i have no control so lots of stuff is under the cut and it became very fic-like at the end there, whoops. parts ONE (this one!), two, three, four, five, six.

  • so michelle moved with her family to new york when she started high school
  • and mj was actually pretty sad to leave her friends back in chicago because it had taken a long time to make those friends and she always feels awkward around new people
  • so she isn’t very happy about The Move
  • she comes from a loving family
  • like, she gets kissed every night before she goes to bed, her parents read her bedtime stories until she was ten, she used to wear matching outfits with her mother, family movie nights were every friday
  • her parents were really good to her for the most part and just loved and supported her
  • they’re also pretty smart and since mj has pretty much always been inspired by them so intelligence and the acquisition of knowledge is really important to her
  • hence reading and academic decathlon, but she’s also into math and science too because she’s very driven and doesn’t have that many friends in new york so what else is she gonna do?
  • and her parents are an interracial couple and they’ve encountered a lot of hate and mj was always so sad when she walked out with her mother and people would give them weird looks
  • so she’s tried to end hate whenever she can and fights to give a voice to those who are silenced
  • but now cue mj going to high school in new york
  • she joins academic decathlon ofc because who do you think she is she lives for this shit
  • and then! there is this little shithead on the team PETER PARKER
  • like who the fuck does this kid think he is
  • answering all these questions, acting like he’s sooo smart just because he happens to know a lot of facts and is really good at physics and speaks spanish really well and also happens to be really dorky and adorable and okay maybe he’s kind of attractive too and maybe mj starts throwing herself more into academic decathlon and possible CONSIDERS joining band but that’s ONLY BECAUSE PETER IS A SHITHEAD AND SHE NEEDS TO SHOW HIM HE ISN’T THE ONLY TALENTED ONE OKAY
  • anyway

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Guilty Pleasure {BBH} (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Description: You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him? // Requested

Genre: Smut / Angst / Fluff all of the above??

Word Count: 2,432 (possible series?????? three parts at max tho I’m a busy lady)

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Lay)

Author: Admin Xiufairy

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

“C’mon, you can’t say you haven’t thought about it.” Your best friend, Baekhyun, nudged your arm. “There’s no shame in it. It’d be nice to be with someone who finally knows what they’re doing.” You put your cup of coffee down and looked at him from across the table.

It was no secret that Baekhyun slept around, but you liked to keep things under wraps. As long as the boys didn’t know, everything was fine. Baek, being your best friend, found out on his own. You weren’t planning on telling him either.

You’d been living with Baekhyun for a couple years now - it was originally just for a few weeks until you could find a place of your own but the two of you quickly grew close.

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hc bc i am obsessed w this ship

-so they’re all at lunch one day right

-and michelle is trying to concentrate on reading ofc what else 

-but the two nerds are too busy giggling about something

-and peter’s face is distracting her again

-so she tells them to cut it out

-and ned asks her why she doesnt wear makeup and

-she’s like “why should i”

-and the two boys look like they’re about to pee themselves and michelle would laugh

-if she didn’t feel extremely insecure rn,,

-like it’s never really mattered to her but it was always there gnawing at the back of her mind and

-she haTES HERSELEF FOR LETTing society’s obnoxious standards control her feelings but

-it’s there and it’s probably showing that she’s insecure

-so she just tells them that it’s a long process and she’s just really lazy (which is somewhat true)

-but these losers see right through her dammit and

-then peter turns to ned and he not so whispers  

-”she still looks really pretty tho. like she always looks pretty but she’s got that glow today-”

-and ned joins in, the little dweeb

-”you’ve called her that word before…what is it again?? ethereal??’

-and michelle is trying sO HARD TO HIDE HER SMILE WITH HER BOOK

-then all of a sudden peter’s voice becomes really high (is that even possible at this point lmao oops)

-and he elbows NED

- “duDE!”

-and then ned is like “what? ethe-hahah! ethereal?? did i say ethereal?? wow what even is that?? such a foreign concept?? i meant…um golden!”

-and bc they are also horrible whisperers and they don’t know that she can still totally hear them

-”you can thank me later for the smooth save. she does look golden.”

-and she can literally hear peter and imagine the panicky look on his face rn

-”neD! NOW IS NOT THE TIME!”

-and the bell rings and her cheeks are as red as they can be

-and she hates but also loves the two of them sm rn

-but peter looks very flustered and panicky and nervous when she looks at him for a moment

-but then he notices her cheeks

-and he smIRKS

-michelle does not know how to function

-her mind is literally ………………

-bc holy wow she has never seen peter smirk like that before and

-it’s kinda hot what

-stop it michelle

-she’s literally a mess rn

-michelle, honey, i can #relate

-so she just stands there and stares at them for a sec before going

-”you guys are…losers”

-and she spRINTS away

-and ned is like dude holy crap

-did u just??

-make michelle jones, our decathlon captain-with no mercy, blush and get flustered all while not embarassing yourself

-peter is kinda shook tbh bc kdjadjfkfkf he made her blush!!!

-ned is honestly liVING FOR THIS NEW SHIP

-and the end

The Train

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 4201

Prompt: Y/N walks in, and Harry notices she’s wearing yellow again, this time it’s a yellow sweater with a pair of dark skinny jeans and brown ankle boots, her hair is pulled back into a pony tail with a white scrunchie with little smiling suns and he swears that he has to squint to look at her. “Oh! I know you-you’re the guy from the train,” Y/N beams, “Harry, right?” she sets down the tray of muffins.

 “I didn’t tell you my name,” Harry snaps.

 Y/N pouts, “well yeah, but I’m also not stupid,” she says. 

“Are you joining us today Harry?” the man asked, “I’m Seth, I run the group.”

“Why else would I fucking be here,” Harry grumbled.

 Y/N grabs a muffin, ignoring Harry’s sour attitude, “here, they’re made with love,” she smiled, holding out the blueberry muffin.

 “Fuck off,” Harry says. He watches as her smile fades and the glint in her eyes seems to disappear, for a split second Harry feels like a dick, but then he realizes he doesn’t care and Y/N should just shove the muffin up her ass.


Harry was annoyed.

It really hadn’t been his day at all. His morning was terrible, he woke up next to a blonde and he tried really hard to remember her name-only to fail. When he asked her to leave she insisted on making breakfast, to which Harry responded with “feel free to grab something and leave” and then he proceeded to shower. When he got out, the unknown girl stood in his kitchen making herself a smoothie and toast. Her red lips in a pout, “come on, you can’t be in that big of a rush,” Harry ended up calling security, she was crazy.

When he went into the studio he was blank, the songs he did come in with were rejected and he couldn’t find the energy or muse to write another one. He was out of inspiration, nothing amused Harry anymore. He found himself not enjoying the things he used to love, drinks seemed to be the only thing that made him feel something (and it was only for a little bit). He didn’t enjoy being surrounded by his friends and family, his love for writing was slipping through the cracks, and his energy was fading.

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Make up Marichat May, Day 12: Sleepover

Title: Good Morning
Word Count: 2,059

“Nope,” Chat Noir admits, trying to keep any disappointment from sneaking into his tone. He’d never slept over at someone’s house before. His father was far too protective to have him do something like that.  

“No? They’re fun,” Marinette says nonchalantly.

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It’s Always the Quiet One

What would Peter be like with an Gf that’s like an unexpected tease? Like she seems quiet and innocent but she also will send him flirty pics and whisper freaky shit to him in casual settings.

“I think they’re cute together,” Sam laughed as he and Natasha watched the two teenagers in the living room try to throw popcorn in the air and catch it in their mouth.

“Shut it, Sam,” Natasha growled. Sam only grinned, he knew he was getting on her nerves, that was the point of the game. The team’s youngest members were in a relationship and had been for several months. The news was just getting out to the rest of the team though.

“Does Cap know yet?” Sam smiled, hoping to God that he didn’t so he could tell Steve that Tony’s Spider-kid was dating his little Angel.

“No, he’s still out in Belarus,” Natasha glared holes into the back of Peter’s head.

“And Tony?”

“He knows. He knew a month ago and he’s hiding in his workshop. He thinks I don’t know where he is.”

“Natasha they’re kids,” Sam sighed trying to calm her down. He really didn’t see what the big deal was. Yes, Peter was a little annoying, and Y/N was totally out of his league but he knew Peter was a good kid.

“Do you remember being a teenage boy?” Natasha asked, her voice low and dangerous.

“Yes, but I don’t think Spiderling has it in him honestly. He’s a little nerd,” Sam shrugged.

“It’s always the boys you don’t expect, the nice ones that weasel their way into your heart and make you feel something only to never call back after they have sex with you.”

“Well damn, Nat. Who hurt you?!” Sam turned to look at Natasha incredulously. She glared back at him, malevolence rolling off of her in thick waves, “Alright, alright. Say Peter does all that, where’s he gonna go, Nat. He can’t just disappear and he’s an Avenger. He’s going to be stuck right here with you.”

She seemed to relax a little with that, “I would crush his head between my thighs like an egg.”

“And you trained Y/N. Don’t you think you did a good enough job that she’ll be fine.”

Natasha relaxed a little bit more, “She’d punch a hole through his face.”

“See? Now can you calm down and just enjoy how ridiculous they are together?”

She sighed, “Y/N looks so happy.”

“Doesn’t she… Now I just have to calm Steve down when he gets back,” Sam shook his head and walked away.

Peter tossed popcorn at you and you caught it expertly in your mouth. You threw one at him and it just hit him in the face.

“How are you so good at that?” he groaned, frustrated by his constant failure.

“I’ve got a particularly skilled mouth,” you wagged your eyebrows as you said this, watching Peter’s face as he blushed.

“Stop it, if someone hears you, they’re gonna think I’m some kind of horndog.”

“Oh if only they knew who the real horndog is in this relationship,” you laughed tossing more popcorn at him.

“They wouldn’t believe it,” Peter frowned, “they’d probably blame me.”

“Yep they’d blame you for turning their little angel into a freak,” you murmured.

“Don’t say that!” He freaked out, “You know, I miss when you were just the sweet girl with healing powers, Y/N.”

“No you don’t,” you scoffed, “Because that girl wouldn’t send you beautiful pictures of herself while you’re with Mr. Stark.”

“Exactly! She wouldn’t do that! Do you have any idea how distracting that is? How am I supposed to think about anything else all day?”

“That’s not my problem Spidey,” you grinned before stuffing a handful of popcorn in your mouth.

The next day, Steve came back to the tower. Natasha woke you up early to meet him at the hangar. You stood beside her still in your pajamas nearly bouncing with excitement. Steve was like a father to you. He found you when you were young, took you in, and raised you as his own. The moment he stepped of the jet you ran to him with open arms. As always he dropped what he had in his hands to catch you as you jumped in his arms.

“You have to tell me when I get too big for this,” You laughed as he hugged you tightly.

“You’ll never be too big. You’re gonna be thirty and I’m still gonna hug you like this.”

“I’ll hold you to it, old man.”

He eventually put you back on your feet and you began your usual rapid fire questionnaire about his physical health. He seemed fine, save a few scratches and bruises. You waited in the kitchen for him while he showered so you could tell him all about your adventures in the months you’d been gone… but most importantly to tell him you were dating Peter before someone else could. Sam sauntered into the kitchen and peered into the fridge.

“So you’re gonna tell him, right?” he asked glancing back at you.

“Of course I am. If I don’t you’ll just rat me out anyway,” you huffed.

“Mind if I stand somewhere out of sight and eavesdrop?” Sam smirked.

“Yes I mind.”

“Too bad,” he grabbed a drink out of the fridge then disappeared.

“You are so nosey,” you grumbled, knowing he could hear you. A few minutes later, Steve joined you in the kitchen.

“Alright, catch me up.”

You caught him up on everything that had happened, like how Tony blew up the workshop on accident and you almost died but Peter saved you. Natasha then chased Tony through the tower until she cornered him and punched him so hard in the arm that he still has the bruise- it happened the day after Steve left. You also told him about how Sam almost cut through his finger trying to slice a cucumber. You decided to casually mention your relationship status in the middle of all the chaos.

“Tony found out that I’m dating Peter and he told everyone, then Wanda nearly fell of the roof but the Iron Man bots-”

“Wait, back up. What was that about Peter,” Steve had been making breakfast while you talked but now he was still, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

You cleared your throat nervously, “Tony found out that Peter and I are dating… and he told everyone… so now I’m telling you.”

“That means you were dating him in secret before Tony found out.” he turned around slowly to look at you. He was giving you his stern Captain America face. You were definitely in trouble.

“Yes, sir, I was,” you nodded, it was best to be extra respectful when he got like this. Any slip-up could mean a two hour lecture on respect and safety and responsibility.

“For how long?”

“Five months,” you whispered.

“Five months?! You can barely keep a secret for five minutes how’d you manage it for five months.”

“Well you guys were away a lot and you’ve been looking for your friend so it was kind of easy. And we agreed I could date now so I’m not breaking any rules.”

“But you should have told me!”

“I wanted to tell you. I didn’t want to tell anyone before I told you, but when you were home I didn’t really wanna ruin the time together, and it didn’t seem like the kind of thing to tell you over phone-,” you rambled quickly.

“I get it,” he sighed. He was silent for a moment as he pinched the bridge of his nose and thought about things, “So Peter.”

“Yes. He’s really good to me, Steve. Like really good.”

“Is that a euphemism for something-”

“No! I just mean he’s nice and gentlemanly and there’s no need to go beat him up.”

“Fine. I’m assuming Natasha already sat you down and gave you… the talk.”

You thought back to that surprisingly okay conversation. She didn’t try to scare you with pictures of diseased genitalia or preach about abstinence, she told you what you needed to know to be safe.

“Yes, she did.”

“Good…would you go get Peter. I just want to talk to him.”

“Steve, you never want to ‘just talk’ to anyone,” you groaned.

“No I actually want to talk. You’d just be mad at me otherwise.”

“That’s right. I would hold a grudge for years.”

“Yeah, yeah, go get him.”

You hurried off to go get Peter from Tony’s workshop. The moment you said Steve wanted to talk to him, he turned about as white as a sheet. Tony wished him good luck and sent him out of the door. You tried to prepare Peter as much as you could, but you knew all of your assurances were futile. No matter what you said, there was a good chance Steve was going to kick his ass.

Peter sat at the breakfast bar, right across from Steve. You took up Steve’s abandoned task of making breakfast while they talked.

“Look, son, you know why you’re here,” Steve began. You stirred a big bowl of pancake batter.

“Yes, sir,” Peter nodded.

“Now I trust, Y/N’s judgement, and I know as far as kids go you’re a good one.”

“Thank you-”

“I’m not done. I don’t trust you though, not with her.”

You knew from the tone of Steve’s voice that both you and Peter were off the hook so you decided to mess with your boyfriend. You poured some batter on the griddle to cook then grabbed a banana from the bowl on the counter then turned around. Peter was facing you, if he peered over Steve’s shoulder he could see you just fine. Steve’s back was to you, and he was concentrating on threatening Peter’s life. You caught Peter’s eye as you peeled the banana. He gave you a look full of suspicion and rightly so, he knew you well. You took to licking the tip of the banana and Peter gave you a look of disappointment. When you didn’t get the response you wanted you slowly put the length of the banana in your mouth. Peter blushed despite keeping his mask of disappointment on his face.

“Son, are you listening to me?” Steve demanded and Peter refocused.

“Yes. I understand.” Peter visibly tried to keep his eyes off of you as you defiled that poor fruit and he tried to just keep thinking about how ridiculous you were. He kept chanting to himself, “It’s not hot, it’s stupid. It’s not hot, it’s stupid. She’s absolutely ridiculous.” As he thought this mantra Sam walked in behind him so you had to quickly turn around and attend to the pancakes on the griddle. Peter held in laughter at your quick save.

“Is something funny?” Steve demanded.

“Nothing’s funny, sir.”

Sam left back out and you were back at it again. You took the banana in as far as you could, made eye contact with Peter once more before biting the fruit and chewing. Peter smiled internally at you as you chewed, looking like a little chipmunk. You were ridiculous and he loved you for it.

“Do I make myself clear?” Steve ended.

Peter nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Steve nodded to himself then turned towards you. When he did so Peter made a face at you to let you know you were in trouble. You smiled a little at him as he went back to Tony’s workshop.

Later on, when Steve was taking a nap Peter decided to exact his revenge. You stood in the living room looking through Tony’s old records when Peter simply picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Peter,” you laughed, beating on his back playfully. He took you away from the common room wordlessly. Eventually you gave up and just settled for hitting his butt like some bongos while you waited for him to put you down. You recognized the familiar path, he was taking you to his room.

“If Steve wakes up, he’s gonna kick your butt,” you said in a sing songy voice.

“I’ll take my chances,” he scoffed, you both knew Steve was dead to the world and would be for the next four hours. He stepped into his room, kicked the door closed and tossed you carelessly on the bed. Before you even had a chance to stop bouncing he was holding your hands above your head and tickling you mercilessly.

“Why are you such a tease?” he laughed as your laughter filled the room, “I want an apology, Y/N.”

“Never!” you yelled back.

“Then I’m never letting you go,” he spoke back as he continued his attack on your sides. When tears were in your eyes, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much you gave in.

“Alright, I’m sorry!”

He stopped, “For what?”

“For teasing you.”

“And you’ll never do it again?”

“Well what fun would that be, Peter.”

“None at all,” he smiled as he leaned down and kissed you, “How do you have the Avengers so fooled?”
“Because I’m quiet and sweet.Don’t I taste sweet, Peter?”

He rolled his eyes and kissed you again, “It’s always the quiet one’s who get you.” he mumbled against your lips.

~Mod Lillian