#I must bitch or I’m gonna explode

[dark-side-blog3]

I’m literally being waterboarded with my own pleghm cuz I can’t cough hard enough to clear anything without popping my stitches @~@

I gotta figure out a fic to put this in because this is a fucking miserable experience, and Cioccolatas darling will have to endure this. Similar to how my surgeons didn’t wanna wait for my cold to pass, neither will Cio. Death by common cold, so says me.

Cios darling will die from surgery complications.

[darby-rowe]

18+ | nsfw | mdni sub!coriolanus snow ☓ fem!dom!reader cw anal fingering, anilingus, mentions of saliva, pegging, ejaculating dildo, praise, degradation, facial, dacryphilia, dumbification

it took some convincing and a lot of patience, but coryo finally decided to let you peg him! oh, what a joyous occasion!

you took your time teasing and prepping his hole, carefully watching his face to help guide you with what made him feel good. he looked so pretty with his legs spread just for you, hearing his cute little gasps and mewls as your tongue teased the outside of his puckered hole.

“stop teasing,” you heard him whine as you drooled saliva all over his entrance, stimulating his glands in preparation for a nice, hard fucking. you couldn’t help but smirk at the power you felt over coryo — him being completely at your mercy.

“i have to make sure you’re ready, baby,” you cooed. “i don’t want this to hurt. i wanna make you feel good. don’t you wanna feel good, bunny?”

coryo could only manage a nod and a tiny “mhm” as your tongue and fingers continued to explore his insides, making him squirm as his rock-hard cock twitched with each movement you made.

soon, you had the ejaculating dildo filled with the spunk lube, and vibrating at a low frequency as you hooked it onto your strap-on. with tenderness and care, you slowly entered coryo’s ass, watching him mewl and writhe underneath you at the new, exceptional pleasure he was growing accustomed to.

“take this cock, baby,” you purred, watching as the dildo disappeared inside coryo. “good boy. good fuckin�� boy,”

it didn’t take long before you were relentlessly thrusting into coryo’s crying body, watching him desperately find purchase within the bedsheets underneath him, or the pillows that supported his head as his blonde curls sprawled around him. you moaned as the harness of the strap-on rubbed against your throbbing clit, making this experience just as pleasurable for you as it was for him.

“s—…so deep—!” coryo cried, hooking his arms around his knees to spread his legs wider for you. “oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh my god,”

“already babbling like a dumb little baby, aren’t we?” you teased, laughing to yourself at how easy it was to push him to the edge. “look at you, prissy little rich boy getting fucked in the ass by my cock, yeah? you love it. you love getting put in your place, you naughty boy,”

coryo let out high-pitched, pathetic moans in time with your thrusts, punishing his hole to the point where tears spilled from his pretty blue eyes. your mouth watered at the thought of how salty his tears must taste, and so you leaned down for a sample of his willing submissiveness.

“yeah, that’s right,” you growled. “fuckin’ cry like a pathetic bitch for me. let me watch those tears fall from your pretty blue eyes. such a pretty boy. so pathetic and easy to fuck,”

coryo’s sobs only intensified at the pleasure ignited his nerves completely on fire, feeling the apex of his pleasure draw nearer as you fucked him with reckless abandonment. “i wanna come, p-please, i’m gonna come so hard,” he cried. “my cock is gonna explode,”

“then come, you whore,” you commanded through gritted teeth, and soon after that, you had coryo crying, moaning, and whimpering as his dick exploded with thick, white ropes of cum all over his torso. pretty little slut didn’t need for you to touch him to make him come like that.

you withdrew your strap from coryo’s hole and positioned it over his face, feeling the dildo in your hand begin to shake as the fake spunk spilled all over his pretty, wet face. god, the sight was absolutely incredible. if only you had your camera on you, you would take a photo of coryo with the ropes of fake cum on his face.

you sat there for a moment to catch your breath before leaning down to press a kiss to his quivering lips. “good boy,” you praised. “you did such a good job for me,”

don’t be shy, let’s talk. ♡

[katyawriteswhump]

Can I help you? (steddie holiday drabble, day 10)

For @steddieholidaydrabbles day 10 prompt, shopping; and @whumpcember day 10 prompt, “Let me help you.”

WC: 985 Rating: M; CW: self-harm (wall punching); Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, established steddie, sexual content. Summary: After a crappy day serving holiday shoppers, Steve is gonna explode… or curl up and cry. Fortunately, he’s also got the best boyfriend ever.

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As the final customer left Scoops, Steve balled his fists. He was already late closing and still they’d been a dick about it. He hauled down the shutter, muffling the chaotic din of late-night-shoppers and the jangling hell-loop of holiday music.

Festive shoppers were fucking feral. And when Robin was off sick, work sucked.

He bagged the cash from the register, dumped it in the box, worrying about Robin, though she swore it was ‘only a super-disgusting cold.’ Plus, it was Hellfire night. His dream of catching five-minutes with Eddie beforehand was dead. It’d take hours to finish up without Robin, and… Fuuuuuck!

His foot flew from under him. He crashed backward, elbow whacking the counter. Pain bloomed then screamed, and worse…

…he’d dropped the cash box.

Coins rolled off toward every corner of the store, while Steve gawked at the villain of the piece—a banana skin. Like in a dumb cartoon, which figured. He was dressed like Popeye.

He slid down onto his butt, dumped his face into his hand, non-bruised elbow supported on one bare, hitched-up knee.

How did my shitty life come to this?

He’d worked non-stop for ten hours. He trembled with exhaustion, felt bruised inside and out—like he’d been repeatedly punched in the gut. Astonishing how many ‘merry’ customers proved hellbent on making him feel like dirt, and he shouldn’t care. He didn’t want to care, and yet…

…now he had to get up, collect the cash. Tough, when all he wanted was to curl up and cry.

The unlocked shutter creaked up. Steve’s chin snapped up with it. Dustin ducked under first, then Eddie, both in their Hellfire t-shirts.

“Woah!” said Dustin. He wasn’t pissing himself laughing. Yet. Steve figured he must look fucking hilarious, slumped against the counter. He didn’t even say ‘hi,’ instead scrunching his face against a snarling sob.

“What the hell happened?” Eddie rushed over, crouched beside him.

Steve’s sweary rant only made him feel dumber and more inarticulate, self-loathing skyrocketing till he smacked his fist into the nearest hard surface. Would’ve done it again, wrecking his knuckles, had not Eddie caught them—gently yet somehow inarguably, stroking with his thumb. “Steve, you’ve done amazingly. It’s gonna be okay. Dustin?” The kid zigzagged the store like a pinball, collecting scattered coins. “Call Gareth. We’re postponing Hellfire.”

“No way! I’m being a fucking muppet. You never postpone—”

“Tonight, the schemers of Baldor’s Gate will remain unprobed by bold adventurers!” boomed Eddie, those darn chocolate-button eyes managing to laugh and be soul-destroyingly sincere. Eddie jumped up, offered a hand: “Let me help you.”

Steve slipped his fingers into Eddie’s warm clasp, mouth quirking toward a ‘screw-it-all’ smile.

Dustin counted the float and takings. Eddie handled the paperwork, being used to similar crap at the bar where he worked. Steve left them to it, mopping the floor, rolling his eyes at himself when his bruises bitched.

After Dustin scooted off, Steve eased himself into a seat beside Eddie, who’d finished the banking. “Nice job,” Steve swept gross sweaty hair from his brow—Ugh, he was wrecked. “That could really be my handwriting.”

Eddie pulled a face, daftly adorable. “Forgery is, tragically, carved deep as metal into my bones.”

“You’re a fucking angel,” whispered Steve, suddenly unable to meet Eddie’s gaze. “I feel shitty. You shouldn’t have postponed Hellfire.”

“Yeah, I should. I have zero doubt you’d roam waaaay farther from your plotted route for any of your friends. Tho’ half of them are snot-nosed brats who’d never thank you.” Eddie rose and started massaging Steve’s shoulders, heels of his hands working the meat of Steve’s tension, thumbs tenderly caressing his nape. Steve’s snarled-up muscles didn’t exactly turn to putty. Still felt so nice.

“Anyhoo, I got me a shady ulterior motive.” Eddie’s breath drifted balmily across Steve’s cheek, sending a delicious shudder down his spine. “Not gonna miss out on an evening when my boyfriend is literally screaming-out to be dragged to bed.”

Steve’s smile spread slowly. This time, he felt it, warming his heart and the pit of his belly.

My boyfriend. Hearing that never got old.

“And… hark!” announced Eddie, in his best Dungeon-Master tones, “there’s also the not- insignificant-fact that I love you.”

Now, Steve was genuinely laughing, then sniffling, because he was choking up. He grabbed Eddie’s hand, bringing it to his lips. “Love you too.”

Soon, they huddled nose-to-nose under the tepid trickle of their shower. “Showtime,” beamed Eddie, as he glided his fingers up through Steve’s hair, lathering up the bubbles. Steve’s scalp tingled and he sighed, shivered. The graze of Eddie’s fingernails, even the slight burning-tug of the snags…

“How the hell do you make this feel so sublime?”

Eddie answered by brushing Steve’s parted lips with his own, then repeating over and over—which managed to be stupidly erotic—and their tongues tangled and touched.  Eddie’s relentless kisses sent Steve’s blood rushing south. On cue, Eddie’s sensual hands traced down Steve’s flanks, arrowing towards Steve’s needy dick.

It was a wonderfully lazy hand-job, but Steve couldn’t quite relax—this was too one-sided! He kinda squirmed, reaching for Eddie’s dick. Eddie batted him away, growling jokily into Steve’s mouth. “What do you not get about me taking care of you?”

“Whatever… fuck… you slay me, man… Gnnng!”

Steve flopped back against the tiles, arms flailing, knees turning to jello. Eddie flopped into him and stroked them both towards super-hot-messy orgasms.

“Hey, Eds,” Steve murmured, later, after they crawled into bed. The live-wire hum in his brain had faded, for sure, but he still wasn’t sure he’d sleep. “I wanna make up for Hellfire. Let’s fu—”

Eddie’s soft snore ruffled through Steve’s still-damp hair. Steve smiled tiredly. He had to face christmas shoppers again in eight-and-a-half hours. Life still kinda sucked… tho’ not all of it. At least Robin called, to say she’d be back. He watched Eddie sleep, until the entire crappy world crumbled to dust.

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tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

[straws-and-sunflowers]

I'm curious but what are some of your lawlu headcanons???

*cracks knuckles*

Luffy wise:

* before Law, Luffy was never in any sort of relationship, too focused on the next adventure to really indulge in things like that- cause it was the last thing occupying his mind

* When Luffy first encounters his interest in Law it’s at Sabaody but it’s just curiosity, after Marineford he feels indebted to him and it really kind of happens on Punk Hazard.

*Luffy despite how blunt and straightforward he is- like any normal hormonal human being experiences anxiety. It’s quiet anxiety when it’s not comical or fight wise but more emotion based and it happens a lot around Law! It’s a lot of- “Oh wow! Wait am I being too much?? Nah!” And similar things like that. He gets a lot more fidgety and squirmy near him and often in the night will be lying awake during his pining period and over the course of the alliance he’s lying in bed and he’s just kind of like “fucccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.”

* He is NOT the first to confess, loss is a prominent thing in wanting to be strong enough to stop it-but how do you be strong enough to keep someone like Law around?

* He does however stare at the mirror sometimes and pretends to be Law and himself trying to work out a confession that might impress the other with fanciful words

* His entire crew is aware (you’re not slick)

* When he finally receives his first kiss from Law- he fucking explodes-not literally…his entire face is red for the rest of the day and he’s jumping up and down like a maniac

* and since Law is essentially his first everything he cherished those feelings like treasure, (it fucked him up when Doflamingo made fun of his and Law’s relationship- he got really unnerved)

* He’s just a lil guy- and affection from Law makes his head spin in circles, he doesn’t mind letting someone else guide him for once, it’s relieving having someone he can fall back on, emotionally and otherwise. After all, Law’s seen him at his most vulnerable how could he not trust him?

Torao wise:

Law doesn’t get slapped in the face until Dressrosa, it’s curiosity at Sabaody, empathy at Marineford, surprise at Punk Hazard and then holy shit Luffy just fucking destroyed that bitch

Law isn’t great with people- but he’s not an idiot. He took one look at Luffy staring at him with heart eyes, caught him mumbling pick up lines under his breath that he most definitely learned from Ace and then squinted.

It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

Law’s been in “relationships” but it was experimental shit and he wasn’t ever fully invested, I imagine it happened just throughout because Penguin, Shachi, Bepo kind of pushed him towards it… when it came to Luffy the feelings were so vastly different that it made him go to his friends and be like “I’m sick”

He was not sick.

Over the course of the alliance, Law just in general realizes how fucking funny it is that they both kind of like each other, and he’s a jackass so he kind of pokes and prods sometimes with light flirtations- and Luffy obliviously prods back- it’s a weird ass banter they share, and it’s comfortable

But of course with ups there must come downs and much like Luffy getting anxious over everything he does so does Law! But while Luffy’s is more directly tied to his self worth, Law is more about his past, his trauma, his reputation—would he be a burden? Would Luffy even have the capacity to pay attention to him-is this fleeting? Does this matter? They’re both idiots

When Law confesses it’s-it’s in the stupidest way imaginable he’s kind of just- I’ll be so for real it’s in WANO. YES WANO THE LAST OF THEIR ALLIANCE, YES WANO THEY ARE GONNA PART WAYS- YES WANO AND THEN BLACKBEARD FUCKING GRIDDIES ON LAW.

…..so sorry

*clears throat*

I just know- that when Luffy fucking dies- I know this because I’ve been partially spoiled I mean for fucks sake I know about Joy boy-

I know in his heart Law is fucking destroyed for a heartbeat- when he finds Luffy- when he sees him rise up like the light he is- I swear to god he screams his name-

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BATTLE

WHILE KAIDO IS STILL UP

“MUGIWARA-YA!!”

“HAH?? TORAO?!”

“DON’T YOU DARE DIE AGAIN-YOU HEAR ME?!—I’M NOT GONNA LOSE MY IDIOT SOULMATE TO KAIDO! KICK HIS ASS!!”

:3

[caffiend-queen]

Do NOT Say 'Always After My Lucky Charms,' Or I Will Stab You

Welcome to another addition to the Holidays in Hel series! Where Loki and Mina attempt to save the Avengers from yet another catastrophic holiday fuckup.

I've been cleaning up and adding bits to my Holidays in Hel series because really, it's my favorite. I hope you enjoy, and thank you as always for reading!

Chapter One: An Unmitigated Disaster Awaits

In which Loki and Mina once again find themselves in the middle of a colossal Avengers holiday fuckup. And who knew the Fey Folk were such assholes?

If there was blame to be assigned for the night that destroyed any charm and mystery left in St. Patrick’s Day, it should really go to The Paddy O’Hoolihan’s, an Irish folk band with a painfully cheesy name. But their music- it was frenzied and delightful, which was why Mina, Wanda, Jane, Pepper, Darcy, and even Natasha were swirling madly in some sort of a jig between each other like a flutter of butterflies, colorful spring dresses flaring out in a pleasing way that exposed a toned thigh or two. They were so fascinating to watch that the rest of the Avengers agreed right then that a Night Out On The Town would be necessary in the hopes of seeing more of this.

“A flutter of butterflies?” Tony blustered. “That can’t be right.”

Loki was seated elegantly on a comfortable chair in the middle of Central Park while most of the other male Avengers were seated in the grass, soaking the seat of their jeans. “A flutter,” he confirmed, watching closely as Mina sent him a saucy little wink. “Known also as a kaleidoscope or a swarm.”

“Swarm isn’t the right word,” mused Steve, still brushing at the green streaks on his pressed chinos. “That sounds like bugs. The girls are definitely butterflies.”

“Butterflies are bugs,” grunted Bucky, eyes closed and soaking in the weak spring sunlight.

“You romantic bastard,” chortled Sam, who was watching Thor capering with the women and getting the dance steps wrong. “I’m gonna go save those ladies from his bigass feet.” 

“That slick son of a bitch,” Tony observed morosely, watching Sam gracefully sweep Pepper under one arm and Natasha with the other.

It was a rare day, a blissful day where nothing was exploding, no one was invading anyone else’s borders, no one was getting kidnapped, and even HYDRA appeared to be taking a long afternoon nap. The Avengers were all lazing in Central Park on an almost unnaturally warm day for March 17th and enjoying a holiday where they were, for once, not urgently needed. Anywhere.

“To St. Patrick’s Day!” toasted Bucky, raising his bottle of Guinness to clink with Steve’s. “So what’s the plan for tonight?”

Tony pulled another bottle from the specialty vibranium cooler that floated next to him, its propulsion jets hissing softly. “Watch the parade from Stark Tower, say a prayer at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, and hit The Dead Rabbit Grocery & Grog. The Dropkick Murphy’s are headlining.”

Loki sniffed, still watching keenly as Mina took the hands of an elderly gentleman so wizened and stooped that he could legally be classified as a leprechaun. “My lady and I will be spending the evening safely at the Tower. I do not understand this keen desire for holiday-based mayhem and disaster, but I assure you we shall not participate.”

“Brother!” Thor’s voice was unfortunately right next to Loki’s ear, and God or no, the roar from the oaf seared through his ear canal and scrambled his ganglia. “You must bring the Lady Mina, she will be terribly disappointed! Darcy has been telling her of the majesty of the Celtic celebrations here. She must pay homage to her ancestors.”

Loki frowned. Mina had Irish blood? He would rather crush his own skull with Thor’s hammer than admit that his brother knew something about his Mina that he did not, so he settled for a haughty sniff. “Why must I be the sole sentinel during every holiday on this benighted excuse for a realm to remind you all that it will always, always invariably result in death and destruction? That there will be some unnatural force that will target the Avengers and endanger all those we love? Why must I be the-”

“Hey, did you hear that?” Tony interrupted happily, “Loki looooves Mina!”

And then the tiresome chorus rose from this pack of imbeciles. Loki rolled his eyes, wondering if he sent a hailstorm of toads down upon this crowd if it would immediately be traced back to him. But then his Mina returned and sat down in his lap. Kissing him on the tip of his aquiline nose, she sighed, “And Mina loves Loki, so all of you hush.”

“Darling, are you indeed of Irish descent?”

Mina looked up from the 3D chemical strain she was modeling for one of Jane’s experiments. “Yes, and Scottish. How did this come up?”

Loki sniffed haughtily. “My oaf of a brother attempted to claim that I must indulge you in a night of drunken excess with the rest of the team as some sort of homage to your heritage. Is this night one that must be dedicated to your ancestors? Is it a sacred rite?”

Giving a very unladylike snort, Mina said, “Nothing sacred about gulping down too much green beer and singing Irish folk songs. But…” Loki groaned internally. His sweet girl had a look of longing as she continued. “But it’s always such a fun night! I get to dance and sing, and the saying is that ‘On St. Patrick’s Day, everyone is Irish.’” She smiled up at him sweetly. “Even you, Loki.”

Lip curled, he snarled, “Do not assign me a heritage from this insignificant rock!” Traditionally, this sort of elegant sneer would quail Mina, but this time, she gave him a sneer of her own. 

“Oh, you do not disrespect my people, Loki!” She quailed slightly before seeing his curled lip stretch into a smile. 

“My, my. Look at my fierce little banshee! I would not think of it.” Mina gave him the sort of shameless, hopeful grin that crumbled the God of Lies and Mischief’s will more often than he’d care to admit. 

Sliding her hands over his broad shoulders, admiring the hard muscle beneath, she asked, “Does that mean you might be willing to join the group tonight at the Dead Rabbit?”

His elegant head pulled back from hers, “What a truly bizarre name. Does the proprietor wish to drive people away from his tavern?”

Mina cackled a bit. “We Irish are tough. We like it rough and difficult.” She instantly realized her mistake as Loki’s pupils flared.

“Really…” he purred, his deep tone more like a rumble against her spine. “You like it, ‘rough,’ do you, darling?”

It was a desperate scramble to get away from her God’s ruthless grasp, but Mina found herself pulling on her old plaid kilt and cream Irish fisherman’s sweater after a promise to show Loki later the bit of “rough” that a good girl from the Emerald Isle could handle. “My lovely Mina,” he approved, stepping behind her in the dressing room mirror to straighten his cuffs. She’d just pulled on some warm black tights and her knee-high riding boots. “You have a very delectable ‘upper-crust schoolgirl’ sort of look here. I find myself quite interested in knowing what good Irish schoolgirls wear under their kilts.”

“Well, I imagine a big, strong man like you can find out for yourself,” Mina answered primly, then leaped over the bench with a yelp when Loki made a sudden move at her. Chuckling, he straightened his tie and strolled sedately after her.

It was, of course, vile. Loki sighed in a long-suffering way as he surveyed the crowded bar, one hand securely on Mina’s back. “The sun barely set and here are your countrymen, already intoxicated,” he said, leaning in close so she could hear him over the drunken chorus of “Whiskey You’re the Devil.”

“Oh, look!” Mina shouted back, “There they are! In the Snug.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki raised a brow.

“The Snug,” Mina was the one carving a path through the partygoers, heading for their friends. “There’s one in every proper Irish bar.  It’s the room right off of the bar where the ladies used to go to have a pint or a sherry and not have to worry about being considered loose. Now the bars just rent them out as a VIP space.”

In his usual fashion, Tony had not only bought out the Snug, which had an excellent view of the rest of the pub, but he also had the management re-create the magnificent, shining walnut bar that ran nearly the length of the main room into a private version for the Avengers. When they drew closer, they found Thor in a handstand with one end of a tube in his mouth and the other in a cask of aged whiskey. 

Sam, Clint, Darcy, and the usually shy Bucky were circling the spectacle, shouting “Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!” Thor finished the cask and flipped upright with a flourish, raising his huge arms and roaring in triumph.

“What are you wearing?” Loki frowned, all the men were sporting hideous green plaid patterned neckties, and the more drunken amongst them - namely Clint and Tony - had little green bowler hats perched atop their messy hair.

“It was Tony’s idea, where’s your tie?” asked Bruce, who looked distinctly put out that he’d been forced to wear this itchy novelty neckwear while Loki looked as smooth and perfectly put together as always in an onyx Tom Ford suit.

Loki sniffed, “Ideally, at the bottom of the Hudson River.”

Tony stumbled up behind Loki and Mina, sunglasses askew as he looped an arm around each of them. “Your brother knows how to party, Severus Snape! Let’s tap another cask for you!”

“It is a crime to treat a good whiskey so,” admonished Loki, “and Thor must consume twenty or so of those casks for him to find something even approaching intoxication.” Nonetheless, he found himself relaxing and even amused as his Mina dragged Natasha up on to the bar for a round of Irish Ceili dancing, the Russian gracefully moving along as if she’d performed Irish jigs all her life.

“Man, is there anything Natasha can’t do perfectly?” groused Darcy, watching the footwork until it made her dizzy.

Bucky put his arm around her. “She can’t make that cute little noise you make when I…” She dissolved into a round of giggles and Loki rolled his eyes, looking around the pub. There was a thicket of drunk college students, singing along off-key with the Dropkick Murphys, who’d moved on to “Rose Tattoo.” The main bar was claimed by the regulars, who held court and toasted something new at least every sixty seconds, based on the cheers and clinking of glasses. Small islands of tourists floated through the crowd, gripping a beer mug in one hand and a souvenir Dead Rabbit t-shirt in the other. Irish flags were draped in every corner and the light glowed off the massive selection of alcohol behind the bar, bathing everything in a pleasingly golden glow. And… Loki raised one elegant brow. There was a small group of… small people?

“Little people,” Steve said, leaning in. “The correct phrase is little people.”

“Descendants of a visit long past from a group of lustful and irresponsible Nidavellir,” mused Loki, “the dwarves always eager to spread their seed.”

Steve looked alarmed, “I don’t think you want to be floating that theory, Loki. Especially not here, and not tonight.”

Before the God of Mischief could further discuss Nidavellir sex tourism, he heard a loud “Hellooo, Monty!” from his sweet girl, still tip-tapping away atop the bar.

One of the men broke away from the group and waved eagerly. “Éire go Brách, Mina!” 

Leaping rather gracefully from the bar, she took his small hand, greeting him warmly. “Éire go Brách, Monty! I’m so glad you came.”

The gentlemen had a face like a withered crabapple, all wrinkles and slightly sunken, but when he glanced at Loki, there was a spark of… something in his eye. One trickster always knew another, and he recognized the elderly gentleman she’d favored with a dance that afternoon at the park. “Well, when you promised me another dance, my dear, how could I not?” Monty turned to Loki and bent his head in a courtly gesture, “If your date for the evening has no objection, of course.”

Oddly, Loki did have an objection. The gleam in the small man’s eye was growing brighter, and his own emerald ones narrowed. “And what brings you to New York, Monty? Your accent has all the slurs and ellipses of a Dubliner, born and bred.”

Mina’s new friend threw back his head and laughed grandly, “Ach, you’ve caught me. I am, indeed. But I find that here in America, the Irish celebrate this day with greater enthusiasm.”

Just then the Dropkick Murphys launched into “The Boys are Back” and Mina squealed. “Monty! This is my song, let’s go!” And with a final smirk at Loki, her diminutive beau allowed her to pull him into the crowd. 

He stared after them disapprovingly. The Dead Rabbit was even louder - if possible - than it had been when they arrived and the discordant screech of electric guitar and the accompaniment of the Uilleann pipes rose over the crowd.

The boys are back

The boys are back

The boys are back

And they're looking for trouble

Standing on the highway, ???

I'm missing my home, and it's killing me

Down the ramp past the jail, I'm feeling alright

Bought roses for my ladies from a corner delight

It's time to get ready for that song and dance

Let's go my friends, it's time to take a chance

We're back in town, we're gonna get it done

We got nowhere to hide, we got nowhere to run

It's been a long time coming,

It's been a long time coming,

The boys are back

The boys are back

The boys are back

And they're looking for trouble

And in the blink of an eye, Mina and her questionable dance partner were swallowed up into the crowd. “Did he not seem unnatural to you?” Loki asked Tony, who was leaning heavily on his shoulder and wrinkling the perfect cut of his jacket.

Tony stumbled back, “Woah, Lokes, prejudiced much? What’s next, snide comments about the little people always being after your Lucky Charms?” He said the last in a deplorably bad Irish accent, and Loki’s brow furrowed. Tony (partially sober) was just barely endurable. Completely intoxicated Tony was a punishment that could make the strongest Asgardian choose Odin’s dungeons over Stark Tower.

Bucky gently elbowed Tony into a seat, where his head tipped back and a gentle snore rose from his slack mouth. “Ignore him, Loki. What’s the problem?”

“Most pressing,” he said, “is that my dear Mina seems to have disappeared into this drunken throng with a most untrustworthy creature.”

“Takes one to know one,” Bucky agreed, but he refused to take offense, still searching the crowd. Looking around, he frowned. “And where’s Darcy and Jane? And Pepper? And Natasha?” By now the others were closing in. Thor shouldered his way into the knot of drunken, flailing New Yorkers and Clint hopped up on the table.

Pale hands shooting out, Loki sent a silver stream of energy that coiled and ripped around the pub, curling and snaking along, but there was no sign of the women. “By the NORNIR!” he shouted. “Why? Why must it always be the holidays? You Avengers are a curse, I swear it!”

“Huh?” Tony woke up, standing and rubbing his face. “What?”

Loki turned on him. “You will never heed my warning, will you? All our women- they are gone. Gone!”

“Aw, damn,” sighed Steve, "AGAIN?"

Chapter Two is up tomorrow. You know, the one with all the smut.

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S2 episode 25 (Bread And Circuses) oh goodness oh my. I’m not ready. I’m so ready.

Okay get ready:

- They’re all standing on the enterprise bridge completely still. As if in tableau.

- Of course they’re beaming down to a dangerous planet with only the top three officers. Why even use reason at this point.

- Kirk outside the ship in his green shirt <3 (I keep thinking of it as his pjs)

- McCoy is very hostile towards Spock today. Hope they don’t get put in a situation with sharp objects…

- “Once, just once, I’d like to land someplace and say, ‘behold, I am the archangel Gabriel.’” “I fail to see the humour in that situation, Doctor.” “Naturally. You could hardly claim to be an angel with those point ears, Mr. Spock. But say you landed someplace with a pitchfork.” This is proving my theory that they’re the angel and devil on Kirk’s shoulders

- “We come from another… province.” Canadian moment

- “What do you call those?” “I call them ears.” There is no end to Spock’s audacity

- “Captain, I thought you might find this interesting.” Spock hands Kirk a newspaper with a shirtless man on the cover

- “Will you help us?” No one can outright deny this twunk

- Spock in a hat

- McCoy in a regular short sleeve shirt and bell bottom pants is <3

- no words for this one

- it’s like this episodes message is mirroring our own world or something… nah

- McCoy is already picking fights. Spock is indulging him. They’re not enemies to lovers. They’re enemies AND lovers.

- McCoy not afraid to slap a bitch

- So Merrick killed all of his crew… right?

- McCoy and Spock just flirting (debating) in public

- AND they threatened McCoy and Spock

- As Jim takes the communicator to assumedly order the crew down he has a shit eating grin… so it’s safe to assume he’s not gonna do that

- “Must you always be so blasted honest?!”

- He’s just talking on his cellphone

- Scotty is talking to his diary, Uhura is listening

- Jim is so scared for what’s about to happen

- McCoy and Spock about to face off against two shirtless men

- “I don’t mind fighting but… why you?” That gladiator took one look at them and went, ‘why are they making us fight these two nerds?’

- Camera goes to McCoy -> sound guy ups the catcalls

- I love Spock fighting really hard in the background and McCoy just.. he don’t want to

- “Do you need any help, Doctor?” “What ever gave you that idea?” “[random gladiator]Fight, you pointed eared freak!” “You tell him, buster! Of all the completely… ridiculous, illogical questions I ever heard in my life!” Then Bones falls on his ass and Spock comes to his rescue, happily ever after

- Those pants make Kirk’s ass look flat… unfair

- Spock trying to break the bars while McCoy sits in the most strange way possible

- Spock has tried to get them out the same way fifteen times. He wants his boyfriends safe.

- Me: awww McCoy and Spock having a genuine moment… nope they can’t last ten seconds (maybe they are divorced)

- McCoy pins Spock against the wall of the cell to make his point

- Spock’s pouty expression…

- “Why you wouldn’t know what to do with a genuine warm decent feeling.” “Really doctor?” They’re giving each other ‘fuck me’ eyes

- Their fight ended with “I’m worried about Jim too” like McCoy knows Spock feels emotions but represses them and is ‘trying’ to understand him

- Kirk, I implore you not to kiss this woman- that went out the window so fast

- Never mind what I said about the pants making his ass flat. I was severely wrong. Forgive me.

- KIRK STRAIGHT UP KILLED THOSE GUYS

- Ohhh Merrick stole the communicator

- Kirk giving commendation to Scotty for not breaking the prime directive is priceless. ‘Good self control, Mr Scott.’

- I love how Spock and McCoy are both saying things about Flavius (agreeing with each other)and as soon as Spock speaks about studying the sun religion, McCoy looks like he’s going to explode

I both like and hate the relationship they have with Spock and McCoy in this one cause it’s so magnetic but I don’t know if it’ll ever be evolved past this and that makes me sad.

Masterpost

Episode written by Gene Roddenberry and Gene L. Coon

[slapjacq]

Thoughts as I listen to s1 ep6-while you were hypersleeping 2:

Ep 6:

MF WHAT-

HOW WAIT WHAT WHATS GOING ON-

KAREN GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

KAREN? WIAR WHAG-

WHAG THIS FUCKING EARLY

WARREN WAIT DUDE WTF ARE YOU IN FOR

Someone needs to punch someone else this instant and, specifically, I think Warren should be able to sock this Clive dude in the face

HOLY SHIT HE DID

SO MANY QUESTIONS JESUS

HES FOING BACK TO SLEEP WHAT-

While you were hyper sleeping (whole mini series):

GORDON I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

he’s me fr

oh Warren this poor fucker bro is not having a good time

Clive is such an asshole and I can’t help but love his antics

Also the Shining references both thematically and just from the dialogue is top tier shit to me

S2 ep1:

44 FUCKING YEARS

AND THEY WERE LESBIANS

WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY BOY GORDON I JUST GOT ATTACHED WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS-

I feel like I’m spiraling through space and time good fucking lord

ep 2:

Oh okay wait I think I’m getting it now

Oh Christ the dead frozen body??? Always when I’m eating never when I’m chilling

Oh god oh what the fuck are those sounds

I have zero trust in ms ma’am Bryony and she should be allowed to do everything I may not trust her but I trust the shit she does. She’s batshit, she’s insane, but by god would I follow her to the ends of the earth.

oh wait wow no she’s crazy crazy slay

Also poor Gordon just keeps going through it

And shoutout my pet hamster Warren this mf is just dying and then dying all over again isn’t he

Ep3:

Warren isn’t girlbossing his way through, he’s just fucking dissociated. Lemme tell you I cannot blame the man.

OH AND HES GONE MF LMAO

HES LOVES SNOW

MAZDA BONGO FRIENDEE LETS GO BOYS IT WAS AUBREY THE WHOLE TIME

Shoutout absurdism ig

“I think I scared the shit out of him” what is with insane women scaring the shit out of pathetic archivists in podcasts

Also the fact that all of the ladies in this show are absolutely insane is just so dear to me. And not just like feral insane, but like victor Frankenstein insane anyways shoutout Mary Shelley. Forces of nature to be dealt with but just the forces of nature are making these ladies need shoulder rubs from their girlfriends or hands on therapy (aka threatening some loser with a saw)

Ep 4:

Warren you nutjob bless you and your crazy ass

The fact that Gordon is somehow the more sane one out of two is so funny and an insane leap from what the dynamic was between these two a season ago.

YES GET THAT MF A TORTOISE

Aubrey is so fucking right though, like trauma jokes aside how truly well adjusted could one be after the mind fuck that is hyper sleep plus the absolute insanity of dreamlike memories just peppered in between it all.

Like I distinctly remember having a really long dream where I woke up like 16 different times. And everytime for some variation of time something happened between each time I woke up and like that fucked me up for a good week. That being said I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO IMAGINE what it must be like to have that happen to you in real life. That just sounds like such a fucking trip Jesus

CHANNEL MF 6

While you were sleeping 2:

My head is gonna explode from the exposition so far. Plus my ✨gummy✨ just started working.

Honestly from what I’ve heard from other people, those within STEM jobs are pretty incestuous with their work. Most specialty jobs are. There’s always gonna be recycling, mainly because theres never enough funding to make the world go round so I mean yeah

Bryony is THAT BITCH though

She knows it too. Good for her.

Yeah I think that’s enough for tonight.

[bullet-prooflove]

Hi~~ Hope you're well! I obviously had to come back in your ask after that cliffhanger with Scola's story!! I imagine Stuart is going to do everything possible to save her, he doesn't want to lose someone he loves again like he did with Doug. So, here's the prompt I thought would match the story: number 24 "Now light a match, stand back, watch 'em explode". I chose this one bc reader works (worked?) as a explosive expert if I remember correctly (?) Please and thank you for your great writing you share with us daily <3

Club Night - Stuart turns up at the club you're at with some surprising information.

Surrender - You surrender to the enemy.

Must Be Love - Stuart wakes up to a nightmare.

The thing about you and Stuart is that even before you became a couple you both worked well together. Whenever your paths crossed on a case there was always a synchronicity, you were so in tune with each other OA had called it spooky.

It’s taken you almost two hours to get the cuff on your wrists into the exact position you need it to be so that can dislocate your thumb. Everybody thinks that it’s the joint at the curve of your hand you need to dislocate but it’s but it’s actually much lower, the one just above your wrist. It’s taken you this long to get into everything in place because the stress position you’re in has restricted your mobility.

You know what’s going to happen as soon as Wallace yanks Stuart’s head back. He’s going to slit his throat and force you to watch the blood drain right out of him. That can’t happen, you won’t let it happen.

You take a deep breath through your nose because this is going to hurt like a bitch. You let your knees buckle, exerting just the right amount of pressure in the right place. The agony lances through the cartilage, the silver tape over your mouth muffling your scream as your hand slips out of the cuff.

“I’m going to cut your throat and make her watch as you bleed out all over this floor.” Wallace says as he guides the knife along the underside of Stuart’s jaw.

It’s Stuart’s smile that throws him off, the subtle shift of his lips.

“You underestimated her.” He tells the armsdealer before the handcuff chain wraps his throat. “You underestimated me too.”

His foot lashes out, catching Wallace in the knee. The crack echoes through the tiled room like a gunshot as his leg goes out from underneath him, giving you the leverage you need to tighten your grip on the chain.

It’s harder than you think to choke a person out, you have to apply continuous pressure over a small period of time. You’re injured and exhausted, and Wallace, he fights like hell. It takes longer than you’d like and just when you feel your grasp beginning to slip, Wallace’s entire frame goes limp.

You shove him to the floor, his body collapsing into a heap at your feet before you lean over it, hands rifling through his pockets searching for the handcuff key and Wallace’s phone.

“My hero.” Stuart utters as you undo the cuffs on his wrists. He exhales in relief, the muscles in his shoulders protesting as he shifts. The agony hits him in a wave, pain searing through his chest as you guide him back into the seat.

“Stay still for me alright?” You say softly, your thumb lightly caressing his shoulder as you bring up the number for the FBI field office on Wallace’s phone. “I’m gonna get us some help.”

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[archivalofsins]

Milgram Characters as The Lonely Island songs

This is The Lonely Island literally every song here is explicit and contains toilet humor. These songs are from the 2010s this is the only warning I'm giving.

Haruka and Kotoko- Shy Ronnie

"*mumbling* Speak up! Shy Ronnie, speak up! *mumbling* Okay, I'll take it from here. HA-HA! Okay." "HA-HA! Names Shy Ronnie and I'm running this shit- You know I stay steady strapping cause life is a bitch- Hey- *mumbling* I forgot my purse buh-bye again."

20/05/27

Haruka: Haa…… haa……Haa…… Ah…… Um…… Ko-Koto-Kotokotoko-san…… Kotoko: ……what? Haruka: Eek…… eh, um……! I-I! I’m sorry! ……I-I’ll see you later……! Kotoko: ……what was that about? This is the third time. Mikoto: Oh~ Koto-chan, you’re here. The guard was complaining earlier that you never answered their call. Kotoko: Huh? ……I never heard about anything like… Haruka……!?

Yuno- Hugs "You think we're an item just because I gave you a hug- Trick you better think again." "I don't love 'em end of the fucking discussion." "So, don't catch feelings it ain't love."

"“Poor naïve little girl”? So off the mark, what’s it to you? It’s just absurd."

"Like really, who do you think you are?"

Futa- Threw It On The Ground

"You must think I'm a joke. I ain't gonna be part of your system." - "I don't need your handouts! I'm an adult! Please, you can't buy me!"- "Welcome to the real world jackass."

"Bust out, explode that counter uppercut!" - "The fight’s up here! Come up to the ring and face me!"

"It’s not even my fault, not even slightly."

Mu: I'm So Humble

"I've got it all and I'm getting more but I never fall. Beat 'em all. Cause you know I'm so humble." - "The thing about me that's so impressive is how infrequently I mention all of my successes." "My bellies full from all the pride I swallow."

"I told you I’m queen, and it’s always the same. God gave me everything, everything is as I wish."

"Take more and more (honey) and devote to me."

Shidou: YOLO You Oughta Look Out. "This life is a precious gift. So, don't get too crazy it's not worth the risk. You know that we are still young. So don't be dumb. Don't trust anyone cause you only live once."

(This is for the bit. I'm not even going to try to defend this. Though warning this song could exacerbate paranoia. In the same way dumb ways to die can. Also has some body horror in it.)

"Those cards of promise I discarded, they were retribution for my incessant taking- In that case, give me the chance to make amends. To extract that fang, now."

Gotta childproof another house now. Hopefully this time he does it better.

"So this is unpleasant, so this makes me sick What do you mean INNOCENT, if this is my punishment. Now I see, this world is cruel and merciless. I want to be INNOCENT, I want to live."

Man uses reverse psychology at the most inopportune time. Side note Shidou, Kazui and Mikoto- Diaper Money.

Mahiru and Kazui: The Creep

"When you're out at a club and you see a fly girl do the creep. And if you want to make friends at the atm do the creep."

(This is self-explanatory but also me being petty that Mahiru got the creepy allegations and Kazui does about the same shit she does. So I threw him in here too.)

"My love, it scored an own goal, destroyed my love and me with its weight. Tell me, oh tell me why, can’t I just do it right?"

Kazui: 3-Way (The Golden Rule) "Hey boy's I want you both. I hope that you think that's cool- I know most guys won't freak together. But she forgot about the golden rule; it's okay when it's in a three way. It's not gay when it's in a three way. With a honey in the middle there's some leeway." "The areas grey in a one, two, three way." "Here in the dark (here in the dark) it's hard to tell (so hard to tell)- where her body ends (lala) and my homies begins."

"The beating of this heart... see... it’s no longer about good and bad... it isn’t."

"I just wanted to ask, so it’s out in the open. I just got a little greedy."

"I wanted to be loved, just like a cat. Maybe act capricious, on my word and at my fancy."

Amane: "F**k Off" "Fuck off, cause I might be young but I'll dig your grave 'til the job is done. So, fuck off- I'm gonna live forever!" "Cause you're not my dad so shut the fuck up and wipe my ass."

"The “It can’t be helped”, from the scum that can’t be helped. That makes them doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, categorically, emphatically, GUILTY!"

"You’re sorry? I don’t care! Please, go ahead and die already."

Mikoto: Just 2 Guyz "We're just two guys who are having a good time." "Having fun guy one? The most fun in the world." (gets increasingly more ominous and no one sounds like they're having a good time. I feel like this one is self explanatory.)

[darkerrpmemes]

Bojack Horseman Sentence Starters:

"I need you in my corner now because I don't have anybody else."

"I shouldn't even be alive right now."

"Sometimes I feel like my whole life is just a series of loosely related wacky misadventures."

"It's you. You are all the things that are wrong with you. Fuck, man. What else is there to say?"

"No one knows how to get under your skin like family, right?"

"You come by it honestly, the ugliness inside you."

"You must think I'm a real monster."

"When's the last time you slept? You look like shit."

"When's the last time you were actually happy?"

"When you look at someone though rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags."

"I don't recall accidentally ingesting poison, and yet here you are trying to make me vomit."

"If you're going to survive, you'll need to harden up."

"Every day it gets a little easier. But you gotta do it every day - that's the hard part. But it does get easier."

"I compulsively take care of other people when I don't know how to take care of myself!"

"I keep making these bad decisions and hurting people."

"Everyone always treats me like a kid."

"I never hated you. Did you hate me?"

"I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I had just slowly spilled out of me, and now it’s all gone, and I’ll never get it back in me.  It’s too late."

"I need you to tell me that I’m good."

"Do you think it’s too late for me?"

"That voice...  the one that tells you that you’re worthless and stupid and ugly...  it goes away, right?"

"Now I spend a lot of time with the real me and believe me, nobody is gonna love that guy."

"You not understanding that you’re a horrible person doesn’t make you less of a horrible person."

"You’re a real stupid piece of shit, and everywhere you go you destroy people."

"You abandoned me. And I will never forgive you for that."

"I'm dying - I'm not gonna feel better! And you don't get to use me as a prop to make yourself feel better."

"You have to live with the shitty thing you did for the rest of your life, and know that it is never, ever going to be okay."

"I know I’m a piece of shit.  That at least makes me better than all the other pieces of shit that don’t know they’re pieces of shit, doesn’t it?  Or does it make it worse?"

"I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast."

"Your boob is... a very impractical way to put out a fire."

"I'm no longer cute so I have nothing to offer this world."

"Is it cool if instead of confronting my problems head on, I just hide out here for a little bit?"

"I'm a pit that good things fall into."

"It doesn't get easier. It never gets easier."

"I don't know how you can expect anyone else to love you when you so clearly hate yourself."

"They could fill a library with all the things you don't know - in fact they do, they call them libraries."

"Sometimes life's a bitch and then you keep living."

"No. You can't keep doing shitty things, and then feel bad about yourself like that makes it okay! You need to be better!"

"It's never too late to be the person you want to be."

"Maybe I just need to stop expecting you to be a good person so that way I won't get hurt when you're not."

"You've gotta get your shit together."

"You're the biggest asshole I know - and you're the only thing that makes sense to me."

"When I'm with you, I don't hate myself."

"If you can't find a way to let off some steam, you're going to explode."

"It takes a long time to truly realize just how miserable you are, and even longer to see that it doesn't have to be that way."

"If you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you."

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Mighty Solars in Taken Away From Me Ch. 6

Back in the woods, Terry was stretching his back after waking up. He then turns to see the spot where Cheery was sleeping at, only to find her gone. Terry gasp and rushes over there.

Terry: Oh no. lifts up the blanket that Cheery had Cheery?! Cheery?! Cheery, where are you?! CHEERY!

Suddenly, Terry sees the Emeralnites’ symbol on the ground and sees footprints of the guards. Looking where it leads to, Terry develops a determined look on his face and suits up. Two hours later, Terry made it to the lair, where he hears talking behind the walls. Terry peak with his hearing as he began to overhear Ophelia and the guards talking while Cheery is still asleep.

Ophelia: You idiot! You were supposed to get Mighton with her!

Zalthor: My empress, I conquer that this Mighton is very dangerous. If we lead him back here, he’ll keep on beating up more Emeralnites!

Guard #3: We found this at the market. shows a broken soup bowl with a little splotch of plum colored blood on it

Ophelia: He did this?

Guard #1: Yes my empress. Mighton was at the market stealing soup when he refused to pay for it.

Guard #2: He attack the vendor m’lady. He is proven to be too dangerous and must be put to sleep immediately!

Ophelia: Good. Just as I wanted. But first, we must find Mighton, looking back at Cheery before this little brat escapes again.

Cheery: wakes up as she gasp and looks around Terry? Where are you? looks up and gasp after seeing Ophelia and the guards

Ophelia: Oh good, you’re awake. Think you would never wake up.

Cheery: shuddering Where’s Terry? What the fuck have you done to him? gets grabbed by Zolthar

Ophelia: Don’t worry about your pathetic rescuer. He is not going anywhere, once we find him! laughs evilly

Zolthar: That’s right, your superhero is about to fucking deadmeat once we find him and drain his energy along with the other prisoners?

Cheery: What?! You’re gonna drain our life sources?! Why would you do this?!

Ophelia: Isn’t it obvious?! When I was young, our planet wasn’t so popular, so we found another alien race and uses their energy to make us more recognizable and powerful! But then, a few years later, alien population has started to wipe out and all was left of it was that pathetic, worthless, piece of shit planet Shlorp. After it exploded, those 100 adults and their replicants escaped and scattered across the globe. While they do, four Shlorpians and their Pupa crash landed on Earth and I knew it was the right picking. Earth had so many life forms, until they all relocated on Earth-4 and started their new lives there. It was so fucking frustrating smashes a mirror in rage so I tracked them down and I knew it was only a matter of time before I started kidnapping goddamn humans one by one, until those motherfucking Mighty Solars arrived and fucking ruined everything. I only captured 80 people and when Quasarblast came, they were hard to kidnap since we know how powerful his powers are. Even his family. Ugh. But then, I decided to take away the most important person that he loves the most….. HIS FUCKING DUMBASS HUSBAND, MIGHTON!

Terry/Mighton: gasp silently

Cheery: Oh my God. What?! Qausarblast is Mighton’s husband But, how did you figure out their identities?

Ophelia: Simple. I’ve been watching them the whole time, bitch. I know everything about them, their flaws, their weaknesses. Everything that I needed to know.

Cheery: suddenly began to reach her breaking point for the first time as she growls You…. you bastard! grabs Ophelia Everyone that you held prisoner is gonna fucking die because of you!

Ophelia: That’s right, I’m gonna wipe out all the humans, and those five pathetic aliens too!

Cheery: punches Ophelia in the face I’m not afraid of you anymore, you fucking monster! I’m gonna go find Mighton, and then he’ll stop you once and for-

Suddenly, Cheery gets thrown by the wall by Zolthar as she gets knocked out unconscious as Terry gasp and growls. Terry smashes the walls with his super strength and bust the walls open.

Terry/Mighton: Leave that girl alone you motherfucker!

Ophelia: Ah good, right on time. Guards!

Suddenly, one of the guards throw handcuffs at Mighton’s hands as he gasp. Zolthar then taser Mighton by the neck as he growls. Terry gets up and manage to swoop Cheery in his arms as she moans. Ophelia and the guards laugh evilly. Terry starts panting as he began to grow tried and collapse. Ophelia smirks and snaps her fingers for the signal.

Ophelia: Get Mighton and this pathetic fucking whore into the dungeon cell and make prepare for the ceremony. Our time has come.

Back with the Mighty Solars, the heroes made it to the lair but then saw the prison cells where the missing humans are in.

Sherbert: Oh my God! Guys, those the people that disappeared!

Korvo/Qausarblast: Quick everyone, untie them! Stat!

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T and Jesse/Fung-irl: On it!

The Mighty Solars and their human friends help free the captured humans. The humans were grateful that the Mighty Solars and their allies save them.

Prisoner Lady: Thank you so much. You heroic aliens saved us!

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Well, we can’t take all the credit, we had some help. pointed to the human allies

Jesse/Fung-irl: Now let’s get out of here and find Mighton before-

Suddenly, a holographic video message shows up on top of the town screen board and in the prison cell with Ophelia on it.

Ophelia: Hello, Mighty Solars! I am Ophelia, the dark empress of the galaxies! I’ve been hoping, waiting and looking for you Shlorpians all my life. But now, I finally did!

Korvo/Quasarblast: Cut the shit out! Where’s Mighton?

Ophelia: I’m sorry Qausarblast, but I’m afraid you can’t see him just yet! Wouldn’t tell anyone about the new evil plan I was hoping for.

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: What?

Ophelia: Now that I have some of the humans and Mighton, I can finally finished what I planned a long time ago. I will not only rule over this world but all of the galaxy! evil laughs

Jesse/Fung-irl: What?! No! You’ll never get away with this!

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Fung-irl is right! We’ll stop you!

Ophelia: Stop me? I can say a demonstration is in order! shows a machine Behold

Ophelia presses the button and it shows a giant machine that destroyed a nearby planet. Everyone are terrified by this outcome and realizes what must be done!

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: Guys! We have to stop him! He’s crazy!

Korvo/Qausarblast: whispering I-I don’t believe this! We were so focused on saving Terry, we couldn’t see what was right in front of us.

Jesse/Fung-irl: Guys! What do we do now? Wait, where’s Mighton? What have you done to him?

Ophelia: Oh don’t worry about him, I’m about to take care of him, permanently.

Korvo/Qausarblast: gasp

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T, Jesse/Fung-irl and Pupa/The Mighty Pupa: No!

Ophelia: Hope you see him die soon……..

Ophelia laughs evilly but inside Korvo’s head, all he can do is shed tears of despair as he looks back at the happy memories of him and his beloved Terry. Suddenly, Korvo’s eyes glow green as something starts to happen to him. Everyone grows shock and surprised as they watched Korvo undergo a new upgrade. Ophelia, before she can go find Terry as Cheery struggles to break free, looks back at the mentor and gasp in shock

Ophelia: No, it can be.

A green aura surrounds Korvo as he began to have some kind of power up just like when Anne develops her calamity form from the Amphibia episode True Colors.

Ophelia: He’s still connected to his crystal! But that’s impossible!

Principal Cooke: What’s going on?

Jesse/Fung-irl: I don’t know! Maybe it’s a Shlorpian thing!

Korvo’s body then turns all black with aquamarine eyes and aquamarine glowing inside of his mouth. He develops bat-like wings on his back, he develops horns and his teeth became monsterous fangs as he gets up with a revived sense of bravery inside of him.

Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: That is not a Shlorpian things!

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Qausarblast: Give him back! Give…. him…… BBBBBBAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKK!

Korvo powers up, grabbed the Replicants and Pupa and flies up to stop Ophelia and rescue Terry and the other captured humans.

Jesse/Fung-irl: calling down Don’t worry about us! Meet us at the top!

Principal Cooke: calling up On it!

The humans and the prisoners follows the newfound super Shlorpian and his family as Ophelia growls in fury and smashes the intercom.

Ophelia: That’s it! I’m getting rid of those Mighty Solars once and for all!

[ludicix]

Slay

*Pairing: Rengoku x reader x Tengen *Warnings: Mentions of s*x, cursing

A/N: I feel kinda iffy about thins on but here it is :/

“Oh my literal fucking god” This can’t be real

“What what’s wrong?”

I never told her what happened did I, and they are right there. What if they see me?

What if they talk to me? What if they mentioned what happened?

“GIRL”

She shocked me out of my daze.

“What’s going on”

I took a deep breath.

“You see those two guys over there”

She looks and sees Rengoku and Tengen walking slowly along the park’s pathway which eventually leads to where we are seated.

“Yeah, they are fine as fuck. Is that why you’re acting like this? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN” Oh my gosh there are far away but not that far.

We sat in a park behind a tree where I can see them but they can’t see me.

They are walking this way tho and I can’t just leave all our stuff and run.

“I’ll try and explain this quickly—So ummm…”

How am I gonna say this? My heart is beating out of my chest and I can feel my cheeks redden with a twisting feeling in my gut. 

“I’m listening”

I calmed myself “So umm we kind of hooked up”

“BOTH OF THEM”

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… yes I did…with…both of the-”

“Are you fucking kidding me, you gotta be fucking joking. Do you know how lucky you are? How insane it is that they did that. WITH YOU”

“She’s right you know, do you know how lucky you are y/n”

I’m about to melt. This can’t be real. I’m dreaming this must be a dream. If my stomach twists anymore I feel as if my head going to explode from pressure.

“Omg, they’re here” Well no shit and after what you just said, which they heard, I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to look them in the eyes ever again.

“Did you really think we didn’t see you peeping from behind this tree? You must take us for idiots” Tengen says as he walks and sits next to me. Rather closely.

In an effort to get some breathing space, I shift away a little. I wasn’t able to get too far as Rengoku sat on the other end of me wedging me between them.

“You ladies don’t mind us joining do you”

“Yes-” 

“No, not at all.”

I can’t believe her. These two are by far the most outstanding eye-catching individuals to ever exist. I can already feel people staring and to be very honest I would too. 

You son of a bitch. You fucking cunt. FUCK YOU.

“You can stop cussing me out in your 

mind I’m doing you a favour”

“Oh, are you and what exactly does this favour entail” Tengen is just feeding off this bullshit and Rengoku hasn’t stopped playing with my hair since he sat down here.

“I mean, you all seem…..you all have a thing……on……”

I can’t hear the conversation at all with how close they are sitting to me. 

Tengen has always been a hands-y one. His hand moved from my lower back then went up to my shoulder to now where he just has his arm wrapped around me. 

Rengoku loves little touches in comparison to his extravagant companion. He was playing with my hair then went to rubbing my back and now his hand is on my thigh and he hasn’t stopped looking at me since he sat down.

Their body heat and proximity alone were enough to send me over the edge but this is all too much. I’m so far from the edge and so far gone into the deep end that I’ve lost hearing and I can’t feel my legs or the ground underneath me. The world is spinning

In a different situation, a little part of me would love to have this with them like this, but right now I’m in the middle of our college campus park with my best friend and two of the hottest guys to walk this earth jamming up on me.

“Y/n” Rengoku coos at me lifting my face by my chin to look at him. “You seem lost in thought are you alright?” He spoke so tenderly and had a soft look of genuine concern on his face. He is so beautiful. I can stare at him all day.

“Y/n” he give me a little shake I then realized I was staring at him dazed.

“YH! Yh—um I’m fine..hehe totally good”

The cringe is so scary that I’m sure I’m going to think of it every night for the rest of my life.

“She must be having a sensory overload, you guys make her flushed and on top of that, you sat right in front of me and in the middle of the campus park. It’s best you all go somewhere private if you going to talk to her and— touch her”

I’m so in love with her and hate her at the same time. She read me like a fucking book.

Both of them kinda backed off me a little giving me some space which really wasn’t much considering how big they are. They are still towering over me.

“Don’t worry too much guys she’s going to be fine and Tengen she’s still on for later” 

“Later?” What’s going on later?

“You didn’t hear y/n but your boys here wanna hang out with you later”

If I was far gone into the deep end then right now I’m drowning. “I never agre-“ 

“I’m not going to be home remember? I going to visit my family and I know you don’t like being alone in the apartment so they are spending as much time with you as possible until I return.”

She wasn’t wrong. There are some weird neighbours there that I really don’t want to have to deal with alone. But if they stay as much as I want company I’m going to be pregnant by the time she returns and I wouldn’t even know which one.

“Fine, I guess.” They both had the widest grins on their face when they heard that. As if they were waiting for my permission even though they would still show up regardless.

A phone alarm goes off signifying that Ava had to go so she could catch her flight. Our little hang-out was over.

“Oh shit I gotta go” She sits up and begins to gather her things.

“Alright, guys. Please take care of my friend. She is my baby and I could never forgive myself if something was to happen to her” I hope you don’t flip when you come back and discover you’re an aunty.

“We’ll protect her with all we’ve got!” Rengoku proclaimed drawing attention from everyone in earshot and considering it’s him, earshot is the entire park.

“You enjoy your stay” I can’t help but feel sad. I have grown dependent on her physical presence in my life. It may sound dumb but I don’t think I can live too far from her. 

I sadly get up from my lovely seat and threw myself on her. I going to miss her. 

“Yes, yes I know” she squeezes me. I swear to all that’s good I’m gonna cry. I didn’t want to let go.

“I have to go love” She slowly unwraps me 

“I know” I tried to hide how sad I am but she sees right through it. “I’ll be back soon ok I promise” She gives me one final squeeze and then leaves.

I felt like crying. I felt so so alone. We have done everything together. We grew up together, we learnt together, we played together, we changed together, we fought together and sometimes with each other but we grew together from that as well. 

We have never spent more than 2 days without physically being with each other. I’m not sure how I’m gonna handle being alone. 

“Y/n?” I feel a large rough warm hand being placed on my lower back and two looming presences of the two men who are going to make sure I’m not alone for however long my other half is away. 

“You too must be really close” Rengoku says “Can’t imagine what it’s like to be away from each other” he’s right he can’t imagine it.

I turn to look at him. I feel more at ease with them without the audience of my bestie. “Yh it’s going to be really hard” I look at him in the eyes. 

He must have realized I’m on the verge of tears because cups my cheeks and traces my cheekbone with his thumbs. He draws me closer resting my head against his chest. I can hear Tengen gathering our things “It’s ok, we are here with you ok.” I shut my eyes. At this point, I’m pretty sure I’m crying. 

“Hey, hey pretty thing, how about we head back to our apartment and we chill and watch some movies? We have all sorts of sweets that you would love to try sweet heart” Tengen draws my attention from Rengoku who very much still has his hands on me. 

He’s now holding all of the things that I brought for the picnic which is quite a lot.

“Tengen give me something to hold” I saw wiping stray tears.

He began walking to his and Rengoku’s apartment with a brisk  pace “It’s one of my greatest Ickes to see a lady carry anything around with a man present” I roll my eyes “Just bring your pretty ass here and let’s go watch something” I really never have a say now do I

“C’mon y/n” Rengoku places his hand on the small of my back as we follow Tengen back to the apartment.

I felt so warm and fuzzy. I felt so incredibly safe. And after what has happened between the three of us, to an extent, I kinda feel loved. The thought alone had the blood rushing to my face. Rengoku’s hand on my back is becoming warmer and warmer by the second. 

As a matter of fact, I was walking pretty close to him. He smelled heavenly. I wanted to lean into him and fall deep into his warmth and feel his touch. 

The night after what seemed like the best sex I will ever have they pampered me to the point that I wasn’t allowed to walk for myself. As soon as we were finished Tengen went to run a hot bath and Rengoku came with a warm towel to wipe me down.

To be very honest I was very embarrassed at the thought of them wiping my naked body but I was far too tired to make an effort to stop them. Plus it felt amazing. 

Once I was clean I wore Rengoku’s boxers and shirt. Anything from Tengen was going to drown me.

When I was dressed they had rested me down in the middle of their custom size bed that had fresh warm sheets. I was so relaxed at that point I was practically already asleep. 

I then felt the bed on both sides dip significantly and two warm soft bodies lay beside me. “I’ll cherish her”

“So will I” 

“She’s mesmerizing like nothing I have ever seen before”

“Yes Rengoku she is, and trust me when I say I agree with you completely, but right now she needs sleep. We kind of went rough with her tonight” 

“Well I mean she liked it—“

“Can you shhh!” I finally mustered the strength to talk. I’m so tired and their yapping is keeping me awake.

“I’m sorry lovely we’ll make sure not to wake you” I can feel both of them come closer until I was jammed between them both. I was enveloped and cuddled while their hands still were being aware of the bruises on my body.

Right before I went to sleep I could feel the steady rise and fall of Tengen’s chest on my back and Rengoku’s even breathing on my front. That night was by far the best night's sleep I ever had.

Now here I am again. Black where it all happened. My best friend knew what she was doing. Because with these two I won’t have room in my mind to miss her too much.

A/n: I hope y'all enjoyed. This was inspired by one of yunonoai's drawings. Its the one with Rengoku and Tengen obviously. You can find them on twitter:)

Much luv Ludicix

[edogawa-division]

— Communications Center, Broadcasting Room, Chuohku —

“What is happening?!”

“It appears that every screen across Japan is playing the same video!”

“Why haven't you put a stop to it yet?!”

“We’re trying to ma’am! Someone has managed to completely hijack the airwaves! Every attempt we've made to gain back control has failed so far!” 

“Keep trying! Lady Otome is going to have our heads for letting this happen!”

“Yes ma’am!”

[To the surprise of everyone all the screens in the room flashed with static and the lights dimmed halfway. The room fell silent as no one understood what was happening. Suddenly every screen around them flicked to an image of a blue eye. The calling card of the infamous hacker Delphi. The largest screen then lit up with a message.]

“Sorry not sorry but I’m in control here. Just sit back and enjoy the show! Maybe the Head Bitch will let all of you keep your jobs afterward!”

“DAMN IT!”

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20 Minutes Earlier…

— Kaoru’s Lab, Kuromiya Residence, Edogawa Division —

[The members of Wicked Requiem were gathered at Kaoru’s computer in her lab. Kaoru was sitting in her chair turned away from the computer while Yuriko and Kanra were standing in front of her. Kaoru and Kanra were ready to explode in excitement while Yuriko looked less thrilled than them.] 

Yuriko: I still can’t believe the two of you convinced me to do this.

Kaoru: Oh come on Yuriko! It's our 1st anniversary as a team! What better way to celebrate it than with a bang?

Kanra: Yeah Yuriko-san! Don't you also wanna stick it to Chuohku? 

Yuriko: When you told me you wanted to do something for our team anniversary I expected something ordinary like baking a cake not whatever this is. Usually, I would attempt to stop the two of you however, considering the look Tohoten will have on her face when she discovers what we've done is allowing me to let your idea go through. But I must ask Kaoru were the outfits necessary? Especially yours?

Kaoru: Oh yeah just doing this is gonna send Chuohku frothing at the mouth but the outfits? The cherry on top. Thanks for making them by the way, Kanra.

Kanra: No problem!

Yuriko: *raises eyebrow* Even the tattoo?

Kaoru: *shrugs shoulders* Look I don't know what to tell you she has it so I had to do it too. If it makes you feel any better it was temporary. Now then are y’all ready to get this show on the road?

Kanra: Ready!

Yuriko: As I'll ever be.

Kaoru: Alright then, let's go!

[Turning to her computer Kaoru began to rapidly type on her keyboard, setting Wicked Requiem’s anniversary plan into motion. She’s surrounded by screens of all shapes and sizes, all lit up in shades of blue. It casts an eerie glow across her face as she types a final sentence. Smirking, Kaoru took complete control of the nation’s airwaves with the push of a button and began to broadcast a video. All over Japan every television, computer, and phone was glowing a bright blue with the staticky symbol of an eye flickering across them. The words “Enjoy the show!” flashed across every screen before quickly flickering to show the logo of Wicked Requiem. The logo then faded to black and then every screen lit back up with the image of three figures.] 

[Yuriko stood in the middle of the screen however she wasn't wearing her usual outfit. Instead, she seemed to be wearing a uniform that looked similar to the one worn by the Prime Minister of Japan, Otome Tohoten, although it wasn't an exact match. In fact, in place of the usual Chuohku pink, it was the deep violet of Wicked Requiem. As well as all the Chuohku symbols were also replaced with the bat symbol of Wicked Requiem as well.] 

[Kaoru stood to the right of the screen and similar to her adopted mother wasn't wearing her usual outfit. Instead, she wore an outfit similar to the one worn by the Deputy Prime Minister of Japan, Ichijiku Kadenokoji. Her uniform too had the pink associated with Chuohku replaced with deep violet and had bats where the usual symbols of Chuohku were. Quite a few eyes popped out of their eyes as Kaoru, much like Ichijiku had her chest exposed and had a tattoo on her left breast although she had a bat instead of the Chuohku symbol.] 

[Kanra stood to the left of the screen and much like the rest of her family wasn't wearing her normal outfit. Instead, she wore an outfit that bore a resemblance to the uniform worn by the Vice Chief of the Administrative Inspection Bureau, Nemu Aohitsugi. Similarly to the other uniforms worn on screen, the Chuohku pink was switched out with deep violet, and every Chuohku symbol was replaced with a bat.] 

[All three women take out their mics and activate them. Their speakers rising behind them.]

Bring the Beat!

[Wicked Requiem:]

Huh, we are Edogawa

Mic in hand, we'll make you understand this warning

We are Edogawa

Check it out, we are Wicked Requiem

[Yuriko:]

Ruling the nation from atop your throne

Don't you know? Even the most powerful can be overthrown

Quicker than any allegro 

I reject your so-called manifesto 

So take back your handicap

I’ll fight you full-on with my rap 

Hm? Barely consider me an enemy 

Then let's see when I beat you with my melody

Even Moses couldn't help but hide 

When Death enters on its pale ride

[Kaoru:]

So you're saying we don't have beef?

Alright then let me keep this brief

I'm here to topple the so-called bad queens

With lyrics as sharp as a guillotine

You say dogs never bite?

How about then a spider who has you in her sight

I'm lacking rhymes? You sure talk a big game  

Fine, let’s see who remembers whose name 

Athena grant me wisdom and Nike grant me victory 

I’ll see to it that this bitch is ancient history

[Kanra:]

SHUT THE FUCK UP! 

Going off into a rage, you better bring backup

So wanna fight me, are you tough enough?

Ha! Come on be serious!

Violence is my bread and butter 

Besides I'm not the only one, just ask your big brother

Going for the win, an unrelenting attack

I won’t hesitate to strike back

My name’s Kanra and I’m no one’s masterpiece

Understand that or get ready to rest in peace!

[Wicked Requiem:]

To the left and right

Now proudly move forward

This is our rule, a revolutionary show

The ones who laugh last will be us

To the west and east

Now aim for the summit

We're the rules, a revolutionary show

Wanting to test ourselves more

Yeah, we are Edogawa

Mic in hand, we'll make you understand this warning

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we are Edogawa

Check it out, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

[Kaoru:]

Even when I’m staying up all night long 

You're easy to string along 

[Yuriko:]

A master of the mic 

Subjecting you to a rapid-fire strike

[Kanra:]

Pay attention! From now on I’ll be leading this rebellion!

Along with my ragtag group of Hellions 

[Yuriko:]

A fight that can end in a million ways 

[Kaoru:]

An empire set ablaze 

[Kanra:]

With our words’ hypnotic haze

[Wicked Requiem:]

You're set to decay

[Kaoru:]

Nothing can keep us chained

[Yuriko:]

A victory set to be attained 

[Kanra:]

Wicked and untamed 

[Wicked Requiem:]

Leaving you lyrically maimed 

[Yuriko:]

Watch as everything becomes undone 

[Kanra:]

This battle has already been won

[Kaoru:]

So go on and run

[Kaoru & Kanra:]

A chance to overthrow sounds like fun!

[Wicked Requiem:]

To the left and right

Now proudly move forward

This is our rule, a revolutionary show

The ones who laugh last will be us

To the west and east

Now aim for the summit

We're the rules, a revolutionary show

Wanting to test ourselves more

[Yuriko:]

So tell me who will win?

This war is set to begin 

[Kaoru:]

Three people being forced to battle

Refusing to die like cattle

[Kanra:]

We won't be quiet! 

Damn it all, let's riot!

[Wicked Requiem:]

Ah yeah, ah yeah

Ah yeah, ah yeah

Leave it all to us

It's time for a revolution!

Uh, we are Edogawa 

Mic in hand, we'll make you understand this warning

Uh yeah, we are Edogawa 

Check it out, we are Wicked Requiem 

Come on, we are Edogawa 

Pen running, you’re already addicted

Uh yeah, we are Edogawa 

Uh, check it out, we are Wicked Requiem 

[Yuriko:]

Come on we've got a debt to settle 

[Kanra:]

Feared even by the devil 

[Kaoru:]

Time to clear the final level 

[Wicked Requiem:]

Behold all of our dignity and grace!

Check it out, we are Wicked Requiem

Happy Anniversary Wicked Requiem!

[hobibbb]

okay so !!!!! hello ryen. i just finished reading but don’t have the brain energy to write a long review where i analyze what im feeling like i want to do. so for now, please enjoy these notes that are my stream of consciousness while i was reading !! i will send my review with my Big thoughts later onnnnn

thank you for writing this and as always it feels like the warmest of warm hugs and i love the two of them so so much, like they’re my best friends and i just want them to be okay :(((

notes below:

- HE WAS THERE???? HOLD UP HE WAS THERE????

- oh shit… that hella seemed like he knows something is up… he did not believe that answer

- yoongi bro please tell us why you need space 😭😭😭

- i wish he would trust them and be open with them the way he wants reader to be :(((

- god i’m so stressed for yoongi… i still wish he would talk about /why/

- what if his ex was at the party???

- love that bro called yoongi out with that “no running”

- WOOSUNG????? WOOSUNG ITS YOU ROSE??????

- jungkook i’ll k word you

- don’t be so hot headed 🗡🗡🗡

- GOD THERE ARE SO MANY CLOSE CALLS

- it really feels like everything is about to explode and i’m stressed

- straight to voicemail ahhhhh

- the “i do” without hesitation🥲

- that “don’t wait” punched me in the gut

- GOD READER WHAT IS HAPPENING

- WHAT

- HOW DOES HE

- WHAT

- IS THIS A DREAM

- TELL ME THIS IS A DREAM

- oh my god I KNEW IT WAS THE EX

- if he does what i think he’s going to do he is making the worst decision of his life i stg

- okay yoongi im proud of you for not lying that intensely

- oh no he knows now :((( and he had believed it :(((

- okay but also how much bro cares for his sister :(((

- okay bro has such a good read on his sister

- the way they both think the other person is doubting this relationship

- BRO STOP GIVING ME HEART ATTACKS

- WHY IS JIMIN ON THE SHIT LIST

- why is it betrayal yoongiiiiiiiii, why are you running from yourself

- ooooo so is yoongi hesitant to start something because he’s not emotionally over what happened with his ex yet??

- so it was jimin :(((( was he trying to help?

- ASK THE QUESTION YOONGI I WANNA KNOW

- the way they both are comparing each other to summer :((

- yoongi talk to themmmmmmmm

- god now they’ve switched positions… they’re both putting on shows for each other as if they’re emotionally okay but yall are Not just admit it !!!!!

- jet and nary in the same sentence hehehe

- THEYRE OUT OF CONDOMS🗣️🗣️

- second trips be damned !!!!

- god can they please communicate because it’s hurting me :(((

- healing takes time, and i know they have the patience for each other. i just wish they would have the patience for themselves

- seeing them so giggly and having fun is making my heart light

- HES NAKEDDDDD

- the chains did Not stay on

- YES READER GO READER

- okay but did they use protection or not !!!!!!!

- god what if his ex shows up at the game… things have been going too well, i don’t trust this

- NOT THIS BITCH

- N O T THIS BITCH I SWEAR TO GOD

- so

- this must be why a fight breaks out

- and i am going to lose my mind if this bitch does anything

- and now reader has to be close because they’re keeping score

- god damn…

- this is gonna be a shit show

broken, pt. 1 (3tan) | myg

title: broken (pt. 1) pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series:masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call | busted rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , fluff ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: chilling conversations prolong things even further… until everything goes to hell. note: this is only one half of what was supposed to be a whole chapter! broken, pt. 2 will come out after i’ve had time to make it something i’m proud of. trying to rush everything out didn’t do any favors, so hilariously and ironically, broken is broken up into two hahaha. warnings: language, angst, tension, yoongi’s pov is longgg, alcohol consumption, tobacco mentions, bro🥲, yoongi in the studio😩, the studio boys make another appearance👀, …someone else makes their first appearance👀👀, scuffles, tense situations, did i say angst?, water bottles get their own warning, long hair yoongi, basketball yoongi🫠, crying, bro a ha ha, jimin has tats and he’s not afraid to show them, the chains stay on(???), …bad boy yoongi😀👍, honestly he is on another level of warning here don’t perceive me💀, the fluff is fluffing here like what, backstory we’ve been waiting for😗, yoongi on the phone, hand holding :’)), kissing :’)), oh god the kissing❤️‍🩹, there’s just a lot in both parts i’m sorry y'all playlist: broken (lp) drop date: dec 3rd, 2023, 4:00pm est word count: …19.1k 🚶‍♀️

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[opposite-idol]

System Restart

Thank you, thank you for all your concern Haters can say whatever they want, act like they’re trying to hurt Treat me like I’m a cunt, well I’ve got one Listen to Beyonce while I run, still have pride, even if I’ve left that home Even if I’ve left that home Just tell everyone, mean or nice, shalom Everyone says best take the high road Fuck that, I prefer to explode Can’t hold it in, need to unload It’s all because I take his What a piece of shit I must be Goddamn, I feel so sleepy Shit so boring Don’t you have anything new to say to me Besides “please die tonight” Really wish you’d get a life “Goddamn, why are you so nice” I’ve got too many ride or dies So I really enjoy being alive “Gonna kill tonight” Thought death threats were his thing I guess, now that you know, I should expect crossover Bitch, you really want to see me fall over Give me a minute, first I need to show him my ass while I bend over Maybe I should tell you how much I spent on that custom ring Think I really give a shit about this death threat thing Have fun getting death threats in the clink Yeah, you’re on a list of names in multiple government systems Had to stay sane, and be realistic How a hater gonna keep thinking they’re the victim Like we don’t have to hide it for the sake of the survival of a system But what about the survival of love Promise CEO founders this isn’t my final Promise I’m working hard on revival Just trying to bring it down to earth Because love and humans have worth Time for a system rebirth

[fear-and-delight-l]

champion~RHEA RIPLEY X READER FLUFF

IMAGINE where rhea ripley has a championship match, and the reader goes out to ringside with her but when the reader takes a punch for the love of her life, Rhea explodes and finally comes out with her true feelings.

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WARNINGS: none. Slight swearing? Erotic fluff? no smut but feel free to request it.

ALSO I TAKE REQUESTS, so if you have an idea, let me know and I'd love to make it come true! Love you guys and thanks for reading!

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I take a deep breath before we step out into the arena. Rhea is full of adrenaline, I can feel it radiating off of her, but I am all nerves. Rhea might have gotten too far ahead of herself this time.

We step out into the light.

Rhea’s theme music plays and the crowd is crazy. I don’t let anyone see my anxiety on my face. I change my expression to true brutality.

“You ready for this, babe?” Rhea cries, her eyes burning bright. 

Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe…

“Hell yeah” I say and we head down to the ring, Rhea pinching my arm with a grin on her face.

She climbs up the ropes, fists in the air. (It’s a damn shame that she doesn’t pummel me with those fists.) Her lips are painted black and her hair is slicked back yet looser than usual. It's gotten a little long, and I must say that I want nothing more to put my hand in her hair and pull it, just so I can hear her gasp.

Her smile is brighter than all the lights in the arena and I can’t help but smile at my thoughts. Rhea Ripley is by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her body is toned and muscled but everything about her is graceful and sleek. And really I just can’t get over her damned smile-

Part of me is grateful that the rest of The Judgement Day didn’t come out to ringside this time. I’m so selfish for wanting her all to myself…

The music changes. 

Bianca Belair walks into the arena. 

I have to give it to Bianca. She has made a name for herself and makes everyone turn their heads and stop what they are doing. She won her Raw women’s championship belt fair and square and has defended it well. Rhea said so herself. 

But when Rhea challenged her for it, I couldn’t help but think that the only way Bianca would give up the title is out of her cold dead hands. 

As Bianca makes her way down to the ring, I look up at Rhea and she gives me one last look. She winks at me and turns back to the E-S-T.

I am not sure if my heart is racing because I think Rhea is going to take the loss or the fact that she winked at me.

……

Bianca has only managed to pin Rhea once. My nerves have settled a bit because Rhea really has the upper hand in this match. Bianca is strong. HELLA strong. But not as strong as my Rhea. I never should have doubted her. 

Rhea hooks Bianca’s arms between her legs and hoists her up. Yes, yes, yes!!! Riptide–

Where’s the ref? 

Rhea slams Bianca down and I wince at how hard Bianca hits the mat. Where the hell is the ref? Rhea has had her down for more than a count of three…

I realize the referee wasn’t at the count because Alexa Bliss had made her way into the ring and tried to interfere. The ref turns around and looks in horror that he missed a vital moment in the match trying to get rid of Alexa. Bianca kicked out before he could count. 

Oh, I was not letting this happen. 

I run over to where Alexa stands laughing. I reach across the apron and grab her by her ankles. She slams to the mat and I drag her out. 

“You wanna screw up this match, bitch? Not gonna happen with me.” I say. “So come and face me if you even have the balls to.”

Alexa stands up and screams, running straight into my midsection and slamming me into the post. The back of my head throbs, practically on fire. No way I am letting this blonde bitch beat me. 

Trying my hardest to ignore the pain in my head, I push Alexa off of me and grab her by her hair, dragging and slamming her into the barricade. I hear her groan. It’s not enough. I get her on her feet again. I shouldn't try to steal Rhea's move, but I've been practicing just for her. I silently pray that my next move will work. 

I hook her arm around my neck. 

I pull her other arm between her legs. 

I hoist her up. 

And with all my force–

Riptide.

Alexa hits the floor, immediately writhing in pain. Her back took the full force of the hit…

“Y/n!”

I look up and Rhea rushes down from the ring and towards me, her hands grasping my sides. Bianca still lay lifeless in the ring. Rhea looks at me up and down and begs to know if I’m okay. 

“I’m okay, I promise. My head just hurts a little…”

“That riptide was so good! Have you been practicing somehow?” She asks, her thumbs rubbing circles on my skin. I reach my hands up and grab the sides of her face. Her skin is warm from sweat but I want to kiss all over it anyway. Her smile her smile her smile oh my god I can't breathe....her eyes crinkle in delight at me and I think I am more breathless than she is.

“How else would Dominik have all his bruises?” I laugh. Her hands squeeze just a little tighter on my waist as she grins. 

Damn it, her smile! I can’t ever resist it–

It only takes me a split second to notice Bianca barreling towards Rhea. I shove Rhea out of the way just as Bianca raises her fist to strike. 

She makes direct contact with my eye. 

I feel my body still and I slump to the ground. 

Y’know, that kinda fuckin’ hurt. My second hit to the head.

The edges of my vision dance with black spots, and I can hear Rhea’s screams of rage. I reach my hand up towards my eye and wince at the sting. I look for Rhea, and she’s starting to corner Bianca towards the ring, yelling in her face. 

“You wanna mess with my girl, huh? You wanna hit my girl? I don’t fucking think so!”

Rhea grabs Bianca’s ponytail and uses it to slam her face into the apron. Bianca groans as she is thrown back into the ring. I sit up, a little dizzy, and watch as Rhea screams at the ref. 

“You gonna watch this one, huh? Yeah? You gonna watch this?  You gonna do your damn job? Watch this!” 

Rhea drops onto Bianca, straddling her. And she starts to lay the punches onto Bianca’s head. She tries to kick out from under Rhea but to no avail. I get to my feet and get on my belly to slide in the ring.

The Judgment Day music plays and Damian and Finn and Dominik run out. Why are they out here? If they try to interfere, Rhea will be disqualified! 

 I won’t interfere either. I know that it could get Rhea in trouble but I also know that she doesn’t want me to interfere because she knows what she’s doing. 

Damian leans onto the apron and screams, “Rhea, stop! Just finish her!” 

“Finish her, mami!” Dom cries. 

Finn is shaking his head and muttering “She’s gonna kill her, she’s gonna kill her…”

I realize why they are so upset. With the way Rhea is beating Bianca, she is getting too violent and it’s possible that Rhea could get banned from wrestling. Bianca's lip has busted open and little drops of blood scatter onto Rhea's hands.

I look at Damian. He’s got worry etched all over his face.

I stumble to the corner, and I watch Rhea pick Bianca up and slam her back down. 

Rhea is rage. 

She is anger. 

She is graceful yet harsh. 

Quick on her feet and fast with her hands. 

She is beautiful. 

She is a nightmare. 

An eradicator. 

True brutality. 

She beats the shit out of Bianca for a little longer and then she does it. 

Arm around her neck. 

Leg tucked between the thighs. 

Lift–

Riptide.

Bianca is out. I know it. 

The ref doesn’t miss the count. 1, 2, 3. 

Done. 

Rhea gets up and shouts with joy. I run up to her and she opens her arms to me and I jump into her, putting my face into her neck. She’s spinning me and she’s screaming about not how she won but we won. We won. 

I’m back on my feet again and a little disappointed that she won’t hold me on her hip so I can wrap my legs around her. The ref  hands her the belt and she screams in delight as she hoists it up in the air. Damian and Finn and Dom rush into the ring and suddenly we are all screaming and whooping and crying out our war cries. Victory is ours. No one can hurt us anymore.

Dominik takes my face in his hands and inspects my eye, 

“te golpeó muy fuerte, mi amor.”  [she hit you pretty hard, my love]

“dominik, estoy bien, lo prometo.” [dominik, im fine, i promise]

He grins and Finn picks me up in excitement. I laugh and Damian laughs with me. Finn sets me down and I turn back to Rhea. 

She stares at me, her beautiful, wicked smile gone. She’s breathless and she’s looking at me as though I am her prize instead of the belt she holds in her hand. 

Rhea drops her belt. 

She rushes to me and grabs my hips harshly but kisses me gently.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh…

Rhea’s lips kiss me so gently but her grip on me is like iron. The only thing separating me and her is our ring gear. I grab the sides of her face and press my lips against hers, begging for more, more, more. 

I realize that we are so  close that our hips are smashed together and she is enveloping me in her embrace. Her arms snake around to my back and she pulls me even closer. 

There is no way for us to be closer but I want us to be closer. I want to be molded into her so me and her are one. I pull away for a moment and I look into her lust filled eyes. I want more, more , more of her.

“I can’t believe you dropped your title belt,” I say with a laugh.

Rhea puts one hand in my hair and says, 

“No championship could ever be worth as much as kissing you.” 

She strokes my hair and leans down to give me a soft peck that has me trembling and aching for more of her. 

“My girl,” she says. “My girl.”

I smile and kiss her again. I don’t care if her black lipstick smears all over me. I don’t ever want to stop kissing her. 

“I’m so proud of you,” I say, a kiss between each word. She smiles at me with her teeth and I melt into her. I love when she’s soft. 

I look over at Finn who is clapping like the rest of the audience. Dominik is cheering and Damian is wearing a smirk. I can tell that they knew this would happen eventually. I hear Rhea laugh and she picks up her title belt and then picks me up, wrapping my legs around her waist. She is my champion and I am her prize. She looks up at me, her eyes twinkling with pride. She is not ashamed of me. She would never be ashamed of me. I lean down to kiss her, my hands resting on the sides of her neck. 

She raises her belt in victory, and I throw my head back in laughter. 

My brutal, wicked, graceful, beautiful champion. 

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