#fine whatever. I’ll do it again. AHHHH

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would u believe that I. that I got to the end of lorule castle w the big main door finally open and I somehow. i somehow hit the power button of my 3DS and the software closed. and now I have to do the whole dungeon again. WHAT DID I SAY ABT THE GREAT PHANTOM HOURGLASS CARTRIDGE DISASTER—

[dark-frosted-heart]

Get Drunk, Get Me Drunk, Drown - William Rex

And now for a somewhat proper translation after my brief summary. As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

NSFW, Minors DNI

One day—

Liam: And then, Harry got drunk and started reading a book upside down. Keep it a secret, okay? He’ll get mad if he finds out.

While browsing the liquor on the shelves, he was telling me some of Crown’s drunken tales.

Liam: That reminds me, I’ve never seen Will drunk.

Kate: Apparently the only time he’s ever gotten absolutely drunk was when he was with Victor. I’d love to see it for myself.

Roger: Why not have him drink then?

Kate: Roger!

Roger: Some lil’ lady you are if you wanna see your lover get plastered.

Kate: …I just can’t miss out on how he’d look!

Roger: I got something for ya.

Roger grabbed a bottle off the shelf.

Liam: Wow, that’s a lot of alcohol! Are you sure that’s alright?

Roger: It’s drinkable, so it’s fine. This will definitely get William drunk. After that…well, you know.

Liam’s eyes gleamed with curiosity at Roger’s smirk.

Liam: I can’t wait for your reaction, Kate.

--

William: Ah, you’re here. You took your time.

Kate: Sorry, I got caught up in a conversation.

William: I’m not accusing you of anything. I’m glad you had fun. …And? What are you hiding?

Kate: Ah!

Will grabbed the bottle hidden behind my back and looked at it with interest.

William: This is…

Kate: Roger thinks it’ll get you drunk. Victor’s seen you get absolutely drunk before, but I haven’t. I was jealous.

I sneaked a glance at Will and saw a pleased smile…

William: So, what do you want to do, my little robin?

Kate: I want to see you drunk, but I also don’t want to burden you.

William: Hmmm? Is that how you really feel?

I couldn’t help but gulp at his words.

Kate: I think it’s “bad”.

William: Really?

(Those eyes are cunning)

Kate: …I want you to drink. I want to see a look I haven’t seen before

William: If you take responsibility for whatever happens when I get drunk, then I’ll meet your request.

Kate: Yes! Of course!

William: Haha…then, For the sake of my sweet lover, I’ll drink to my limit.

--

(This…)

Before my eyes was a somewhat disheveled Will sipping on his glass, cheeks stained red.

The overflowing seductiveness of it made me feel as if I was doing something “bad” despite not doing anything at all.

(I never thought I’d see Will in this state…)

William: Kate.

Will’s hand caressed my cheek—

William: “Kiss me on the lips”

Kate: Wi- Mnn!

My body moved on its own and I kissed Will on the lips, slipping my tongue in to taste the alcohol.

Kate: Why…ah…

He pushed my shoulder and I fell back onto the bed.

William: …I said you’d take responsibility for whatever I did. With your permission, I’d like to do whatever I want to you.

His blood-red eyes were filled with heat and pierced straight through me.

That alone made my body react.

William: Haha…It’s like you’re the one that’s drunk.

Kate: …Yes. I’m absolutely drunk on you.

William: Not a bad thing to say.

Kate: Mnnn

The way I squirmed and rubbed my legs together as he dropped kisses along my body didn’t escape Will’s notice.

William: …How about I punish the bad girl who’s being impatient.

The hand stroking my thigh removed my underwear before placing my hand between my legs.

Kate: Will…?

When I nervously called out his name, he kissed my cheek and gave a command that was the complete opposite of that calm look on his face.

William: “Don’t move your hand away until you’ve finished 3 times by your own hand.”

Kate: Ahh, no way

My fingers began moving, making a mess of the area between my legs.

Kate: Mmm…ah…ahhh!

Wet sounds echoed in the room and my body arched up, but my fingers wouldn’t stop.

Kate: I came! Let me stop.

William: I said 3 times.

Kate: Will! Ahhhh

I bit my lip as my fingers brushed against a sensitive spot, but Will’s fingers violated my mouth, taking control—

Kate: Mmph!

William: Ah, you came again. Come on, one more time, Kate.

Kate: I can’t anymore! Mnnn

The moment I pressed down on my bud, my body was overcome with pleasure and my fingers finally left the spot.

Kate: Haaaa…haaa…

William: You’re still here, Kate.

A sadistic gaze pierced through me and I felt heat shoot straight to my core.

William: “You’re not allowed to pass out until I’m satisfied.”

I forgot to breathe as I was filled with pleasure, Will looking down at me in a trance.

--

William: Good morning, Kate.

Kate: Good morning…

(Will had me do a lot of things yesterday…)

I felt my body heat up again at the thought of how Will turned my body to mush with his power.

(I’m too embarrassed to even look at him)

I buried my face in Will’s chest and he gently patted my head.

William: How was I when I was drunk?

Kate: I’ve decided that I’m never letting you drink like that ever again.

William: Ahaha! But you didn’t hate it though?

Kate: Well…

Will’s eyes had the same heat as yesterday.

William: I’ll keep that in mind.

[graciegoeskrazy]

hi <3 can you do dad!matty and daughter!reader and shes dealing with her first heartbreak?

you’re all i need

Matty Healy + Teen!Daughter!reader (ft The 1975)

warnings: cheating, men, some language

a/n: HI! i’m back again. thank you to the LOVELY anon who requested this. I hope you enjoy! Also - ty to everyone who has sent a request! I promise you I will get to ALL of them as soon as i can. anywhoooo i like how this one turned out and i hope u like :)

The boys never heard the bus pulling up to the house. It wasn't until the front door slammed that they realized you were home. They were all in the kitchen talking when you arrived. Usually - especially if they're all home - you would run straight to all of them and talk and rant about your day. But this time it was noticeable that you were acting quite different.

“Hi, darling!” Your father yelled from the kitchen.

You gave a solemn, “Hey.” before running upstairs as quickly as possible, trying to not let them see your tear-stained face.

“You okay?” Adam asked.

You continued your trek upstairs, never once looking at them.

“Yeah just tired.”

That fact that you didn't run straight to them was a huge giveaway, but the slight crack in your voice set off an alarm in all of them.

They all exchanged looks. Some of worry, and some of confusion. Matty sighed before putting his drink down on the table.

“I’ll be right back he said.” And he made his way up to you.

…

Your biggest pet peeve in the entire world is when your dad didn't knock on your door. He learned his lesson several times and always made a point to knock ever since you yelled at him for it, but this time he just opened it without a knock or anything, afraid you might have been hiding something.

The door swung open and revealed you sitting on the other side of your bed, phone in hand, with tears threatening to spill out again.

You whipped away the tears as normally as you could, trying to not track any attention. “Hi.” He said, almost comically. You replied with a small “Hi.”

“How was school?” he said, starting to make his way into your room.

“Fine.” You quipped.

“Fine?”

You just nodded and let out a slight hm, trying to move this convo along as fast as possible.

He shook his head.

“Well, we both know that’s bull shit.”

You sighed and stood up to face him, ushering out the door. “Dad, I just don’t want to talk about it.” Tears fully falling out again. He put his hands on your shoulders urging you to sit on the bed.

“If you’re this hurt about it darling, I think we should.” You gave up and fell onto the bed, your face hiding in your pillows.” He slowly sat down next to you, asking “Is it about school?” while doing so.

“No.” You said the sound being muffled by your pillows.

“Friends?” He asked stroking your back, coaxing you to come out.

“No!” you yelled into the pillows.

“Issac?”

You didn’t respond, which let your dad too his answer.

“Ahhhh…jackpot.” He said.

You just sighed.

“Bad date?”

“No.”

“Lovers quarrel?”

“Not exactly.”

Matty didn't want to say what he was about to say but he had to make sure…

“Did you guys…do something you weren’t supposed to?”

“Dad!” You yelled while sitting up.

He put his hands up in defense. “I just have to make sure.”

You slumped against the headboard. “Come on, darling. You tell me everything! That shouldn't stop because of guy stuff. I am a guy! I can help you out.”

You just continued to cry. By now you were full on sobbing. It took your dad back. Whatever was happening, he now knew it was serious. You fell into him and sobbed into his shirt. “Woah, honey. What happened.”

“He cheated on me.” You managed to say during sobs.

“What?” Your father was completely shocked.

You sat up again before speaking. “A girl came up to me during lunch. She told me that she and Issac had been dating for a month. He told her that he broke up with me a while ago, but found out the truth from a friend and she felt bad so she wanted to tell me.” You let out a small sniffle.

“Oh, honey. Have you talked to him?” He asked.

“Yeah. At first, he was all defensive. He said that he could have any other girl he wanted but he chose to stay with me and that I should be thankful. He started yelling and when he finally admitted it I asked why and he said ‘Because at least she lets me fuck her.’ and stormed off.”

The door immediately opened revealing Ross storming inside, George tying to hold him back, and Adam, Carly, and Jamie all behind them still trying to process everything they’ve been hearing. “What?!” Ross said, almost breaking down the door.

“Really?!” Matty said.

“We were worried.” Ross shrugged.

“This ain’t your business mate, fuck off.”

This time, George chimed in. “She’s our niece and goddaughter. If she comes home sobbing her eyes out, we're gonna convey some worry.”

This was getting too much for you. You yelled very loudly, trying to get them to all stop. “Enough! Everyone out! Please I just want to be alone.”

Matty sighed and kissed the top of your head before heading out. “As you wish.” He said. He ushered the others to leave while silently yelling at Ross.

…

Matty was sitting on the couch watching some trash reality TV show when he decided it was time for him to head up to bed. It was pretty late, everyone had gone home well before, and he was ready to pass out. He hasn't spoken to you since when you came home, other than sending a small text asking if you wanted any food to which you did not reply. As he walked upstairs and past your room, he heard quiet sniffles coming behind your door. He opened the door slightly, and peaked his head through. “Baby?” he asked. He saw you curled up in bed with tears streaming down your face, with a vinyl playing silently in the corner of your room. “Oh, my love.” He said. Immediately sitting on the bed and scooping you up into his arms.

You were a fucking wreck. You couldn't get Issac out of your mind. You couldn't help but think that you were dumb enough to waste almost a year of your life on someone who ended up probably never caring about you. Your head was swerling with thought, and Matty caught you right in the nick of time.

You cried into his arms. “It hurts, Daddy.” You said.

He brushed your hair back and laid you back down on the bed, tucking you in and lying next to you. “Oh, my sweet girl.”

“Why was I so stupid?”

This is what Matty feared, that you would blame some prick's biggest mistake on yourself. “You are not stupid.” He said.

“Yes, I am. I’m a stupid girl who was convinced someone loved her.” You said, crying into his chest.

“Hey! For the last time, you are not stupid. You are the wisest, kindest, most beautiful, and charming soul I have ever laid my eyes upon. And some bloke named Issac is stupid and blind and couldn’t see the absolute gift he had in front of him.”

Your cries turned into quite sniffles. “This will pass. Eventually. I promise you.”

“How do you know? You’ve been cheated on before?”

He laughed a little. “No. I’m the one who did the cheating.”

You looked up at him. “What? Dad!”

“I know. I was an idiot who was not worthy of someone's love - someone who you will never know about -”

You rolled your eyes.

“So that’s how I know for sure that Issac is an idiot who didn't see the absolute gift he had in front of him because I was that same idiot.”

You stayed quiet, not entirely sure of what to say. Matty caught sight of something on your nightstand.

“Did you eat that whole gallon of ice cream?”

“I just got cheated on. Give me a fucking break.”

“I’m not judging.” He said, smiling.

“I thought that’s what you're supposed to do during a break up. Eat ice cream and listen to Taylor Swift non-stop.”

“That’s one way of doing it.”

“I can’t stop listening to ‘Death by a Thousand Cuts’”

“I don’t think that’s very healthy.”

You smiled. “What can I say, I’m obsessed with your ex-girlfriend.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” he said, getting out of bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and tucked you in again. “You okay? For right now at least?”

“Yeah. You made it better.”

He smiled. You continued.

“And Taylor did too.”

“I’m leaving.” He said, turning away. You laughed hysterically.

“You fumbled the bag mate!”

“Goodnight!” he slammed the door, smiling.

…

When the next day rolled around you panicked when you realized you slept through your alarm. You checked your phone and saw a text from your dad that he had sent while you were asleep. “No school today. I turned your alarm off last night while you were sleeping. If you wake up be ready to leave by 11. I have to go into the studio today and I want you to come with me.”

You were quiet the entire car ride. Usually, you forced your dad to give you aux rights but this time you sat in sullum silence as you watched rural Londen pass you by. Your dad definitely noticed but he didn’t want to push you into a conversation. He knew you were very fragile at the moment and whenever you were uncomfortable you retreated to your little shell so to speak like you were doing now. He didn't want to ruin that, so he left you alone.

When you arrived at the studio you took a deep breath before getting out of the car. Your dad wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your head as you both walked in together. You were greeted with Ross who was sitting in one of the lounge chairs right by the door. All of them have been briefed by Matty. He sent a text saying, ‘Baby is coming w/ today. She’s still heartbroken. Try to make her less heartbroken. She’ll prob cry every 2 minutes so be prepared.’ Ross had his usual chipper attitude that he only ever showed when he was around you. “Hey! There’s our favorite girl!” he opened his arms wide awaiting a hug from you. You smiled a little bit and accepted it. “How’ve ya been?” he asked pulling away. “Very shitty.” You replied while wiping away a few tears that had escaped during the hug. “Yeah, getting your heart broken will do that to you.” You shrugged and smiled. George came up to you next, offering his drumsticks. “Feeling like hitting something?” You shrugged then replied, “Yeah actually.” he smiled. “Go for it.”

Once you were behind the other side of the glass getting a beat going, George spoke up. “So, when are we killing him?”

Adam laughed before adding, “We’re not killing a kid.”

“Why not? He broke our girl's heart.”

Ross chimed in too. “We have his address and phone number and an array of kitchen knives, I say we give it a go. Right, Matty?”

Your father was just watching you play, as always mesmerized by your talents at such a young age. “As much as it’s entertaining, y/n wouldn’t want it.”

Ross clicked his tongue. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Matty turned to the boys.

“We’ll just give him dirty looks every time we pick y/n up from school.”

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AHHHH HI HI WELCOME BACK!!! Sorry about academia hell, I am sending my well wishes and condolences for the sanity lost there…. BUT!!! YOU MADE IT THROUGH CONGRATS!!!! Glad to see you around again!!!!

In terms of prompts hmmm…. Starbreaker doing some shopping maybe? Unsure if it’s for The Plan or just normal groceries. Small moment of domesticity that I’m not sure either of them realize and/or like?

here you go!!!! hope it soothes the aches and pains of today <3

“I won’t do it.”

“Oh, really? You’ve agreed to everything else. What’s special this time?”

“I just…” Jace rubs his forehead. “I just need you to be normal about this, for once, please.”

Porter laughs, leans in closer to Jace, enveloping him in shadow. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about me is normal. Keep dreaming.” Jace rolls his eyes, the brat. It’s like he thinks Porter will somehow be different now that they’re– whatever they are.

Jace shoves ineffectively at Porter’s chest. “Come on, please, can we just leave it? Just this once? Call it a favor,” Jace gulps audibly, “I’ll owe you one.”

Porter grins sharper, puts two fingers under Jace’s chin and feels Jace press down into them, probably despite himself. “That’s not necessary, and you know it. Just gotta ask me real nice. You know how.”

Jace shivers and glares at the same time. It’s fucking adorable. Like a cat who turns away but checks over its shoulder to be sure you’re still paying attention.

“Um, excuse me?” 

Porter sighs deeply, not bothering to disguise his annoyance. Sees an aproned teen looking up at him with the apathy of those who have accepted they’re going to die. Raises his eyebrow. Ignores Jace squirming against the shelf.

“You’re, um, blocking the aisle, sir. Other customers need to be able to access–” they flick their eyes over to Jace “–the produce.”

Porter briefly contemplates having a staring contest with this kid, decides he is – marginally – better than that, and nods. Doesn’t move.

The kid, clearly aware of having done their job to the letter and no further, shrugs and walks away. 

“I can’t fucking believe you,” Jace hisses, finally ducking out from under Porter’s arm. “Fine. As long as you don’t pull this shit again, in public, for fuck’s sake–” 

“You love it, sweetheart, can’t fool me.”

Jace continues as if Porter hasn’t spoken. “–as long as this never happens again, I will eat vegetables with dinner tonight.”

Porter puts on his most angelic beam, letting his hand drift down from Jace’s chin and tucking his fingers under Jace’s scarf (cashmere, to the grocery store, bloody hell) to pet at Jace’s collarbone. “See? I knew you could do it.” Moves his hand down to palm Jace’s left pec, leans into Jace’s ear and whispers, “You’ll live. Promise.”

Jace has turned a fetching shade of maroon and the vein in his forehead is jumping. “Stop that, you brute. Gods, keep it in your pants.” But Jace doesn’t bat his hands away, Porter notes, and Jace only grumbles slightly louder than normal for the rest of their errands. 

What a cunt, Porter thinks, fondly. Can't fuckin' believe I'm gonna marry him.

[annemissingshoe]

WTTMV Keeper!Poppy, Stitcher!Julie, Croupier!Howdy, And quick mention of Seamster!Barnaby. Theories post/most just talking . (non WTTMV mentioned Slover!Frank) Part 3

ahhhh, again most of this is just me talking even more so here and I said nothing too interesting in this one. I’m plan on keeping certain things together in the part which this is like this.

We won on the 31st, we got Courier’s blog that day!

The first mention of Coupier’s solo missions, information of what he does.

I was quite curious about him for a while.

more information about his about the solo missions and his current solo mission. His interaction with Archivist is quite interesting, I would love to see more between the two.

Conclusion Gay Butterfly/hj I mean have you seen how he looked at Archivist.

We got to see his wings and that they were damaged, we later learned what happened to them. Res ripped a part of it off during a fight they had, this was one of those times where Coupier tries to to make things interesting by added his own little spin to it. I’m curious about what led up to it.

A similar event but a different out come, it makes sense he would act that way considering what happened to him. Also interesting.

Probably the last time I’ll be talking about Solver.

This adds some a small amount of insight about how these two characters interact with each other, I do wish to see something to go more in depth about their interactions one day.

New information: so they spend a lot of time in there, also another mention of the ‘supplies’ that he gets for Stitcher .

Yeah I didn’t have much to say for this one at the moment. I’ll add on when we get more information about him

Part two Part four

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Hello hello CC! Long time no see, 🦀🐚 here.

Just saw that you’re gonna run a short dnd campaign and wanted to crash through and wish you a nice session with the party!

I’ve really been wanting to get into Dnd but can’t really find a group to do it with. If I introduce it to my friends I’ll probably end up as the one running the campaign and I’m not too sure whether I’ll be able to do that given that I’m new, so I’ve mostly been listening to dnd podcasts during work.

It’s just fun to see someone else trying Dnd. If you don’t me asking; since you’re running the game, did you create the campaign or are you using a premade one? I can definitely see you maybe writing one if inspiration struck…

So again, have a nice session and hope you’ve been doing great during these past few months.

Oh, welcome back, 🦀🐚 anon!

Ahhhh DnD! Thank you, it was indeed a lovely session!

I will say that the thing about podcasts is that they really go heavy on the roleplaying element of DnD. I haven't listened to a ton of them, but I do feel like part of the point is to make it entertaining enough for other people to listen? And really you can kinda do whatever you want when it comes to some of this stuff. My group is super chill so I'm not sure we do the same level of like... acting lol.

Well, lemme tell you a bit about my personal experience so that some of what I'm saying makes sense!

I started playing probably... five or so years ago? Our usual group has six players, plus the DM, which is not usually me. That's a lot, but the interest levels between the party members vary. So there are about four of us who are really into it (aside from the DM) and two of us who are not as into it, but play because they like the friend group. They enjoy combat more than roleplaying and because there are so many party members, we tend to spend a lot of our sessions in combat. It's also big stretches of time between when we play because you know, adults with lives and what not.

So the rest of us were like what if we run a smaller, separate campaign just for fun so we can play a little more frequently?

And then it was like well... our DM has been DMing for years, you think he wants a break??

And someone was like yo CC you're creative, you'd be a good DM!

And I was like... yeah okay fine! LOL!

This wasn't my first time DMing, but it has been years. And then people got sick, so I ended up with a party of only two people lol. I had to fudge some numbers but they made it through the campaign.

Anyway, all of this is to say that I found it surprisingly easy to DM. I thought it was gonna be super difficult, but it really isn't that hard at all.

I used a premade campaign that I found for free online. This was because I was kinda just getting my feet wet, you know? I think I'd rather run a homebrew campaign, where I get to make everything up. But I'll probably do a few more premade modules with the full group just to get into the swing of things.

The biggest challenge is to roll with the nonsense players throw at you. For instance, this story started out with a sheep holding a Scroll of Speak with Animals because it wanted to talk to the party (it wasn't really a sheep, but a cursed wizard). Well, it runs up to the party and immediately one of my players is like, "Can I lasso it and ride it like a pony?"

And I was like... sigh. Roll an acrobatics check.

They didn't even notice the scroll before they wanted to lasso that poor sheep. And since my player was a halfling, they could actually ride it, so I was just like okay, sure why not lol.

I swear players just really enjoy coming up with the most bonkers response they can think of because of the DM's reaction lol.

Anyway, I totally get if you're nervous to DM, but I promise it's not as hard as it seems. And if you're playing with other people who are new, they tend to be more lenient and you can all learn together. Like there were a few times where I had to ask my players about rules 'cause I forgot them.

There's a starter pack that you can get that has a whole campaign and dice and like a booklet of rules and stuff. I think it has premade characters too iirc? It's pretty good for if you want to try it out with your friends without committing to buying all the books and stuff.

My group used to play in person and our DM had one of those grid white board style maps and he'd draw out every dungeon every session. We had little figures for our characters and tons of dice! I have some really pretty purpley blue sparkly dice...

But now we play on roll20.net online because I moved across the country. If you're planning on playing virtually, you can use roll20 for free. It has built in modules you can use, but you can also just upload your own maps and stuff.

ANYWAY. Wow I rambled a lot about that, huh? Sorry about that, I guess I had a lot to say about it! But I felt like it was kind of a unique situation what with the two groups and stuff.

If nothing else, you can also check local gamer stores or sometimes independent book stores. They often run DnD campaigns that anyone can join. I think there are also online campaigns you can join on roll20 and possibly other places, too! I hope you're able to find some people to play with!

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xxxi.p: Coke, Blood & Handguns, you gotta live here again and THIS TIME … on your own yah here me? No handouts this time J, I gotta move on from doing that. “Yeah yeah … I know I know … this time will be different, I got plans you know?” I replied in a sarcastic joking manner. Yeah bang escorts and get so high you pass the fuck out for a week, I can imagine your plans. “HEY NOW!!! … That’s not a bad idea actually” FUCK OFF “HEHEHAAA OH COME ON!!” He came over and put his arm around my neck and over my shoulder. “We can’t just not party with this money ok? We gotta do at least a wee bit o party, come on!!! We're adults, we know the limits nothing will go wrong” fuck are you? lucky the leprechaun for blow and getting fucked up? No J we can’t blow this. “Yeah yeah, lick my asshole it’ll be magically delicious, buzz kill … OH Ok ok … how about this … WE GO VEGAS!!! We’ll take five thousand each of us from out cash stashes, and go play until it’s gone or until were up any money at all, we’ll get some drinks and have a ball … ” he then muttered under his breath and quickly “See some chicks … ” What!? “AND HAVE A GREAT TIME!!! … Look … tell you what … first drinks are on me, whatever you want … AND … I’ll get the room for the night and call us home a bus or something, full travel expenses paid … all on me!” … I sat there in quiet and thought for a moment, and after some time … and him looking at me like a dumbass dog ready for a bone … I said … Aghhhh FINE!!! “YEAH!!!! FUCK YEAH!!! NOW THAT’S WHAT IS UP!!!!” ONLY FOR ONE NIGHT!!!! And you’re getting your ass a separate room fuck face … especially if your ass plans on going to “See some chicks” which your ass is doing alone by the way, and sure as shit not getting lucky with me in the same room … don’t ever wanna see your damn chode again. “IT IS PERFECTLY NORMAL IN LENGTH … AND GIRTH … AND EVERYTHING ELSE YOU HEAR ME!!! … But what gives?? Don’t wanna see some chicks? … wait … oh no …” He put his fingers on my neck as to look for a pulse, then the back of his hand over my forehead as to check my temperature. “Yep … sad to see it … I’m sorry Mr.Red … but I’m afraid what you have is terminal and unfortunately not curable … I’m … terribly sorry” What the fuck are you even on right now? And what the fuck are you talking about? “*sigh* … Y-you … have … You have what we in the biz call … big gay disease” I push him off me with force and yell. OH MY … SHUT THE HELL UP YOU FUCKING MORON!!! … I AM NOT GAY!!! Unfortunately to crush your fuckin dreams shit ass … I don’t wanna see any other chicks because I’d feel weird about it with M in my life now. “AHHHH HA!!!!” He then said in a mocking tone “I ThOuGhT yOu SaID yOu WeReN’t DaTiNg???” Yeah yeah … I know what I said, and were not … it’s just a thing ok, so fuck on off with all that prick. … then within that second … I remembered I was supposed to call M to let her know to come pick me up … so she could take me home … I also forgot to call Mrs.Van … whom which I was supposed to call as soon as we got into the hotel room to let her know everything went well and catch her up to speed. FUCK!!! “AGH WHAT!?” I grab my phone from my pocket with haste. I gotta fucking call Mrs.Van and let her know everything went fine, she wanted me to update her as soon as we were safe back in the room. “Oh Shit! Ok yeah.” Then I gotta call M, she was coming down to pick me up and drive me back home today. “WHAAAAAT!?!? NOOOO!!! Don’t Call That Fucking FUN BLOCKING IMP!!! She’s gonna ruin our fun plans we have ... ” … [To Be Continued]

[123lisba]

lisa manoban

imagine you and lisa were watching movie when suddenly a lesbian sex scene came up and lisa asked her if she has ever been with a girl

lisa: so? ever fell for a girl?

you: girl i may be younger than you but the experiences i had were wild. The ones you can’t even think of

lisa: what did you used to do with girls?

you: what can you think?

lisa: do it with me to

you: what?

lisa: whatever you used to do in milan

you: you cannot take and you’re not even into girls

lisa: you don’t know that. now tell me or I’ll think that you were blabbering earlier

you: fine then don’t whine later

being said that y/n locked the door of room and took out a videotape from her purse and played it on the laptop

lisa: what is this

you: giving you a glimpse of my lie in milan

and what lisa saw made her eyes pop out of her sockets

there y/n was, having sex with four girls. one seemed older from her, one was pretty younger and other two looked like those girls you don’t wanna be involved with

you: so tell me now! You still want to do it?

lisa: of course it is so sexy

y/n was a little taken back from her response but acted calm

In reality lisa herself was very tensed but she can’t get the thought of y/n fucking her out of her mind

with that they both watched the movie or sextape of y/n

slowly lisa started to feel wet down there

she was looking at the screen with so much lust and jealousy because wanted y/n to do all of those things to her

suddenly she started to have confidence and her brain worked

she smirked internally and started to imake her horny too

she throwed her blanket to the other side and completely ignoring her she started to take her panties off

y/n: what are you doing?

lisa: what i want to do while watching this

she got rid of her down cloths and slowly started to trance her hands on her lower abdomen, legs

finally her hand reached her pussy

y/n was watching her every step with lust

she started to rub circles on her clit in slow manner and with her second hand she grabbed her boobs

Low whimpers were heard from her which pushed all of y/n’s limits and she said

y/n; come on lisa show me some real fun wet your fingers

lisa wetted her fingers and put them on her pussy again and this time she started fingering herself

lisa: oh shit it feels good

she started pumping her fingers in and out of her needy hole

lisa: shit shit i wanted to this for a long time with you y/n

y/n: really? have you done this before while imagining me as well?

lisa: yes i hav-ah i have

y/n: what did you do

lisa: i used to finger myself daily-ahhh shit on your bikini pictures ahhhh it feels heavenly

lisa: talk to me y/n your voice is making me more wet-ahhh

y/n: what do you want to hear that how much of a slut you are huh? 25 year old lisa who couldn’t even drive properly is fingering herself pathetically to my voice?

lisa: yes just like that please talk more-ah

y/n: pump it lisa pump those long fingers in your pathetic hole, moan louder so that everyone knows hoe much of slit this shy lisa is

lisa: yeah i will be a slut for you, anything you want me yo be just touch me y/n pkease ahhh im cumming im cumming for you y/n shit it feel so good ahhhhh.

[moosemonstrous]

😃😃😃😃

Oh my god the braces are AMAZING. Seriously how much taller is he 😭 And the doodles at the bottom deep breaths - CRACK jesus 😂😂😂

Jaw-breakage def featuring in my next nightmare but then again I was warned. Love love LOVE the lightsaber light on Robbie in the screaming bit ahhhh

Do you all know how hard it was not to post anything any time a SW post was particularly ANGR-flavoured over the last week or so???? Well. Hard enough that I immediately wrote a fic about it.

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It takes much longer than he expected to reach the crash site.

Of course it took longer, Eli gripes, his disembodied voice as clear as ever despite the holocron being wrapped in a scarf at the bottom of his pack. I told you to leave the kid in the town, he’s slowing us down.

Robbie grinds his teeth, but doesn’t rise to the bait. Gabe is sound asleep in the little tent Robbie constructed for him on top of the trailer rig attached to his speeder. The Tatooine sand doesn’t agree with his braces - he would’ve been stuck in whatever room Robbie would’ve been able to afford for the three days he needed to reach the ship, and that’s not counting the extra rations in case he was held up. The ship parts and tools he scrounged from around Anchorage ate up most of the credits from Eli’s stash. 

Taking Gabe with him into the Dune Sea was a rational decision. He can bear being separated - it just wasn’t the best course of action in this particular case. Allowing his little brother the time to stretch his limbs and meditate in peace didn’t delay them so much - but maybe Robbie’s unwillingness to drive through known raider territory did. Taking the scenic route meant another day on the speeder. Their water supply is dwindling rapidly, and if the ship’s life support is a harder fix than Eli promised…

Life support will be fine, the ghost groans. They were trying to take me alive. Cheer up, alright? It’s just another click.

The spot marked on the map display on the speeder’s ancient HUD is indeed pulsing quicker and quicker with every second. Both of Tatooine’s suns are low on the horizon, but there is nothing here at all to cast a shadow - just sand for miles upon miles in every direction. Every swelling in the surface of the desert could be the ship, buried under fifteen years of dune migration. Robbie has enough fuel in the tank to power the oscillator to help with the digging, but it’s still going to be–

You won’t need the fucking oscillator. You lifted a larty, you can lift a GX1.

Eli always sounds very confident. Robbie doesn’t have the words to explain what it felt like to realise he could crush a ship full of people with a gesture, but he certainly knows better than to point that power at their only way off this cursed planet.

~

Gabe wakes up two hours after dusk, just as Robbie yanks the power cable out of the oscillator. 

“I could feel you get upset,” he says, struggling to stick his head through the tent flaps. “What’s going on?”

It’s getting cold - really cold - and Robbie should’ve built a fire ages ago, but he lost track of time feeling out for the ship’s exact location. 

“Found the Charger.” He nods at the shallow circular dip in the dune face in front of him. Nearly an hour of work, and the stupid machine barely managed to scratch the surface. Its vibrations are weaker than advertised, and Robbie did what he could to rig up a wind barrier, but it’s a losing battle.

Eli has been quiet. Until Gabe woke up, for a brief moment it felt like Robbie was the only living being in the whole desert.

“Can you unpack the rations?” he sighs, coming over to help Gabe out of the tent. “I’ll start a fire.”

There’s nothing to burn but what they brought with them - the last camp pack catches on with only a splash of fuel to help. Robbie is severely tempted to toss the oscillator to the fire, too, but he plans to have a word with the weequay merchant when they get back–

Get back how? You don’t have enough water to drive all the way back to Anchorage. I told you–

“Shut up,” he mutters. Gabe looks up at him from across the firepit, eyebrows drawn together. “Not– Sorry. I was talking to myself.” 

Gabe puts down his ration bar. Robbie hasn’t even touched his own yet. He can feel his brother’s presence reach out through the Force - it’s always there, just at the edges of his consciousness, and there’s nothing that would bring him more comfort than to reach right back. His bad eye prickles, a quick, sharp reminder why he won’t be doing that.

“Robbie…”

“It’s fine,” he says, too fast, too– He takes a deep breath. He needs to– has to stay calm. “It’s fine. The ship is in there. I’ll just– keep digging through the night.”

Gabe stares at him for a minute longer before wrapping his hood tighter around his ears. Robbie has never before had this much trouble reading his expression. “I should’ve stayed behind.”

Robbie’s chest goes cold, like that one sentence snuffed out the fire roaring in front of him.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m slowing you down, and I can’t help, and I know you don’t want to use the Force around me, and–”

Well, he’s not wrong.

“--and it would’ve been easier if you left me in the temple–”

 “Gabe, no–”

“It’s true!” Gabe wipes his face on his sleeve. “Master Vath said you’re gonna get sent off to the frontlines, and I need to let you go, and I– I kept saying I know, I knew, but then–”

The cold spreads into his stomach, running down his veins into his arms and legs. The sand shifts under his boots even though he’s frozen in place. The wind picks up just a fraction, pulled into Robbie’s orbit. 

When he opens his mouth, nothing comes out. What can he possibly say? He closes his eyes, and there is no telling whether it’s the holocron or his own mind supplying the memories of the creche master, of lectures on attachments, of hours upon hours of lone meditation - all to prove to her that he can control himself. To show her he and Gabe don’t need to be separated because of one outburst when he was a child–

“Robbie, you’re–”

Funny, Eli’s voice is barely audible through the rush of blood in his ears. Did she mean you were gonna join the Seps, like your traitor of a master? Or that they’ve given up on training you at all? That they were just gonna put you down, tell the kid a pretty lie about falling in battle?

His bad eye burns. The knot in Robbie’s chest that he puts so much effort into keeping down  begins to unravel. He buries his face in his hands, breathes in the smell of speeder fuel and the dry leather of his gloves - he can’t let it loose again. The wind feels hot in his hair, hot against the cold in his lungs. He just needs– he can control it, he just needs to–

Something nudges against this maelstrom, a familiar presence he used to reach out to whenever things got like this. When he looks up, Gabe is physically holding his arm out towards him, and if he was difficult to read before, his expression is very, very clear now.

He’s terrified. Gabe’s terrified of him.

Robbie scrambles up and away, but there is nowhere to go but against the dune face, and the sight of it makes him want to scream. He risked everything to get here, on a word of a fucking darksider. He’s not going to fail. He’s not going to die here. He sure as hell won’t let his brother die here, either.

The oscillator crumbles as soon as he touches it, the metal creaking and bending until all that’s left is a palm-sized ball of slag. There is more metal under the sand - durasteel and titanium and aluminium taking shape in his mind, the rust and the chipped ceramics like tiny abrasions on his own skin. Robbie pulls at all of it at once, like it’s his own arm he’s bringing to rest against his chest and not fifteen thousand tonnes of a spaceship - if there was a single thought left in his head other than away away away away he’d probably panic, drop under the weight of the sand pushing at him from all directions.

But there isn’t, and he doesn’t, and the dune trembles as the dark body of the Charger slowly rises up from its embrace. The sand gathers around his knees and halfway up his thighs, his mouth full of it, until–

“Holy shit, you did it!”

Robbie’s thrown back into his own body so suddenly it’s a sharp flash of agony all the way down his spine. His eyelashes are clumped together with grains of sand when he squeezes his eyes shut, and he can feel them in his teeth and spilling into his boots, but when the wind dies down, Gabe’s Force presence is still surrounding him like a safety net. Not close enough to touch, but not pulling back either.

Eli’s presence hovers close, too, and Robbie worms himself between the two before they can so much as sense one another. 

Killjoy, Eli scoffs. I’ll let that one slide, though. Look at her! Isn’t she gorgeous?

Robbie can’t see shit - the sand killed the fire and ate the better part of the speeder. His stomach jumps unpleasantly when he realises how close he was to trapping Gabe in the avalanche, the top of the trailer only just sticking out above the surface. 

The Charger’s nose looms above his head, still partially suspended in the dune. It’s just a black shape against the desert night, like a dead purrgil inexplicably stuck out of its element.

Robbie spits the sand out of his mouth. If he’s going to get them off this rock, he’s got a lot of work to do.

Alright whose ready to see my lose my mind over continually more ridiculous au ideas? Trick question your gonna see it happen anyway (I have. so much bullshit. i have an entire other au that I havent posted about yet and i am thinking. about the re7 au again brother. I have fallen into the pits don't come save me or I'll drag you down too).

also jesus FUCK @moosemonstrous coming in clutch again with both star wars knowlege and the ability to actually remember things beyond a day and a half of talking about them THANK YOU.

STAR WARS AU

The Jedi originally came to Tatooine looking for Gabe. Sensing his strength with the light side of the force they thought he would be a prime candidate for training. Unfortunately for them, Robbie and Gabe are a package deal. They begrudgingly allowed him to come along as well because he is also force sensitive, but a little older than they would usually let in for training. Robbie agrees to because 1. if he just says no who KNOWS if they'll just take Gabe away forcefully and 2. STEADY FOOD SOURCE. ROOF OVER THEIR HEADS. ADAQUATE MEDICAL CARE. NO MORE FUCKING SAND. He doesen't trust these people as far as he can throw them but FUCK anything must be better than here.

During a sparring session another padawan purposefully infuriates Robbie, causing him to reach out to the dark side. He nearly kills the other padawan with the strength of his outburst. It then becomes EXTREMELY EVIDENT that Robbie is VERY strong with the dark side of the force. As a result of this outburst, one of his eyes gets the usual 'sith look', he gets special training to try and suppress those feelings, and he gets permanent pariah status in the Jedi Temple (I have. plans. i am being vague on purpose because FUCK I want to draw this scene in my head so bad but I also want to get this out to yall in the same month so it will be coming later. my dramatic bitch syndrome demands it).

After the clone wars get started (he's around 16 at this point) the Jedi realize that they need more people to fight. Robbie, though being previously disqualified for his history, is accepted for training and assigned Jedi Knight Johnny Blaze as a master.

Unfortunately, along the way Johnny starts picking up more solo missions and eventually disappears about 6 months in and everyone thinks he's defected (he's spying on the sepratist's for the republic). Which MEGA sucks for Robbie because 'holy shit the unstable padawans master defected' is getting thrown around and thats really not great. He wanders off deep into the temple where he can hopefully find a place to throw his feelings around in peace and stumbles into the artifact room, which opened in response to sensing the dark side. Bad news, you cant use the same method to get out.

Even MORE unfortunately one of these sith artifacts starts talking to him. After telling him how to get tf out of the vault and convincing Robbie that things are about to get bad ('I FELT what you could to out there kid do you REALLY think they're gonna let you stay? You gotta get out of here. And if you take me with you I can guide us to a ship they can't trace')

So Robbie sets out to run away, fully planning on taking Gabe with him and gets second thoughts while packing to which Gabe goes 'fuck that were GOING' (he's like. 11. But he'll be damned if Robbie goes somewhere and leaves him who knows how long). While escaping via unauthorized ship takeoff, Elis holocron makes it look like Robbie has fully gone to the dark side and there are clones sent to stop him.

Robbie responds by using the force to throw another ship at them and escapes with Gabe. Now they're both on the run. Robbie wanted by the jedi council for kidnapping, and Gabe wanted back to complete his training.

Eli died as a dark side user and a wannabe Sith. He never really graduated into full sithhood and spent most of his time working for Senator Ivanov and his dealings in Hutt space. He was OBSESSED with the prospect of immortality and sought ways to survive even after death.

When he was used as a scapegoat by Ivanov (he reported Eli to the Jedi council to make him look a little less suspicious), his back up plan of imbuing a holocron with his force presence was put into use. He's been sitting gathering dust in a vault of darksided relics for the past 10 years, just waiting for his chance to get out.

Gabe is an EXCEPTIONAL student in the Jedi temple. He enjoys learning about the force and how to use it, and for the most part gets along with his peers. His mobility aid has been improved since Robbie first built it for him out of scraps he was allowed to take from working on ships on Tatooine. Some days are still better than others, and there are times when a wheelchair is more appropriate, but generally the braces are good for daily use.

He is VERY defensive of his brother and absolutely will not hear a bad word said about him (many bad words are said about him. everyone things Gabe is incredibly sweet, but also to blinded by his love for his brother to see that he poses a threat). It very much so does frustrate him, he's just better at dealing with those feelings then Robbie is.

Anakin gets his fun force choking so I think that Robbie should get something fun and funky and special too so enter: JAW BREAK!! Yes it is very ring inspired but I wanted to make it MORE. So fuck it he rips the whole jaw off its hinges I think this would also probably kill you very dead.

Plus some doodles because brainrot brainrot brainrot brainrot

[harrywavycurly]

Ahhhh can we get the conversations thing with Eddie when we first started dating or like first met??💕

Hiiii babes!! Sure!! This was another fun one😂 so I hope you enjoy!💖

*I just see Eddie being awkward at first and then he gets more comfortable as time goes on*

“Uhh so would you maybe want to go eat with me sometime? Or drink? Or like we could do both? Like Uhm a meal or something.” “Eddie just ask me to dinner don’t make it weird.” “Right. Sorry. Would you like to go to dinner?” “Sure. Let’s go.” “Wait like right now??”

“You can hold my hand Eddie.” “Oh uh okay.” “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” “I must always look cute then because fuck you make me nervous sweetheart.” “I’m adding making dungeon masters nervous to my resume. I think that’s a good quality people look for.” “You’re so annoying.” “Says the one with sweaty hands.”

“Your hair looks nice uh did you do something new to it?” “I put it in a bun.” “It’s a nice bun…” “Thanks Eddie. Want me to show you how to do it? Your hair in long enough.” “Would you? I sometimes put it in like a ponytail or whatever but yeah a bun would be cool.” “Can I braid your hair one day?” “Uhh can we come back to that?”

“You like hot Cheetos?” “Like? No. I love them.” “They are like a torture device in the shape of food.” “If you can’t handle them just say that. They are my comfort food.” “Comfort food?” “Yes. If I’m sad or mad a bag of these bad boys will fix it.” “Okay so I should always have a bag on hand?” “That would be wise.”

“How the fuck do you get around in this thing it’s like driving a fucking boat.” “Hey be nice. This van has been through a lot.” “I can tell. Now where am I going?” “Straight back to being in the passenger seat if you keep talking shit about my ride baby.” “Sorry sorry. She’s a lovely van and she’s doing great.” “That’s better. Now make a left right up here.” “Take a right?” “No I meant lef-” “Eddie this is a dead end what the hell?”

“You made this?” “Yes why do you sound shocked?” “It’s really good.” “Gee thanks baby do I normally make shitty food?” “No you just normally don’t cook.” “It’s Mac and Cheese, a Munson specialty.”

“So uh have you ever like been arrested?” “Like handcuffed?” “Uh yeah.” “No. Jim’s never actually put them on me.” “Jim? As is Jim Hopper? You are on a first name kinda thing with him?” “Yes. I have slight anger issues and have lashed out a few times and he’s been called but it’s nothing serious he loves me.” “Jesus baby…” “Is that like an issue?” “You know I’m like fully a drug dealer right?” “Well yeah but you’ve never been in trouble with Hawkins P.D.” “Im totally fine with you being the badass in this relationship sweetheart.”

“I’m not getting in that canoe baby.” “Why not? It’s totally safe.” “I’ve seen you almost sink to the bottom of this damn lake in that thing so yeah. No. I’m good.” “Fine then enjoy sitting here alone.” “What? You’d leave me here?” “Yes.” “That’s harsh. Fine I’ll get in the damn canoe.”

“So if you’re my boyfriend does that mean I get to wear your vest?” “You want to wear my vest?” “Yes? I’d wear the whole thing but your leather jacket isn’t my style.” “Uh yeah sure baby you can wear it whenever you want.” “Can I add some pins to it?” “If you try to sneak a Madonna pin on my vest I’ll never let you wear it again.” “That’s if you ever get it back.”

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Bad Liar (Chapter One) - Fred Weasley

A/N: ahhhh xD so, this came out! hahahah I really hope you loves enjoy it! this will be a small series with Freddie! also, the prompts requested are not in this chapter but will be featured further along the way xD

Request -  Anonymous asked: Lovely! Can I ask for a Fred Weasley x reader with prompts: "You said you wouldn't fall in love with me." "I lied." "We've been by each other's sides for years, you think I'm gonna leave now?" Where reader is friends with the twins and asks Fred to pretend to be his boyfriend because she's trying for someone to leave her alone, wants to make someone jealous or something (the reason is up to you), but he already has a crush on her and then she realizes she has too and happy ending? Please and thank you! ❤️

Prompt List

Warnings: underage drinking; reader being a little drunk; Cedric being kind of a jerk, Adrian being more of a jerk (I don’t know why but I am associating Adrian with Chuck Bass in this story xD)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :) 

Your name: submit What is this?

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Bad Liar

Oh, hush, my dear, it's been a difficult year And terrors don't prey on innocent victims Trust me, darling, trust me darling

“You’re staring again” you heard George’s voice next to you.

“No, I’m not” you insisted, looking away, but George turned to look at you with an arched eyebrow. “Fine, I was staring again” you said looking down.

“C’mon, (Y/N). I know it’s still hard for you, but it’s been almost two months. You can’t keep doing this to yourself” he said, sadly.

“I know, George. But I mean… look at them!” you said, pointing at Cedric over at the Ravenclaw table with Cho Chang. “I know that Cedric broke up with me over the summer and I guess I know it was a matter of time before he would be with someone else but… I just didn’t expect him to be this happy so soon” you sighed.

“That’s because he’s a jerk! The guy didn’t even have the guts to break up with you in person, he did it over a letter and then still led you on to believe he would get back together with you when we saw him at the Quidditch World Cup when really, he was already dating Cho” George reminded you.

“I know, Georgie, but it still hurts” you said.

“Hey, sorry I’m late” Fred said, walking over and sitting next to you. “Are you moping over Diggory again?”

“I was not!”

“Yes” George replied at the same time you did and you glared at him.

“Come on, (Y/N). You need to get over him, the guy’s a prick-”

“He’s not a prick-”

“Yes, he is” they both said at the same time. “Look, there’s a party tonight to sort of welcome everyone from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang-” Fred added.

“I’m not really in the mood for a party-”

“You’re going!” George stated. “You need to get out of this funk. You need to meet new people! Who knows, maybe you will catch the attention of one of the new guys” he said, arching his eyebrows at you.

“I really doubt that” you said looking away.

“Come on, (Y/N), it’ll be fun” Fred tried to convince you.

And the two of them did the same puppy eyes they always did whenever they wanted you to get them out of trouble and they know you couldn’t resist.

“Fine” you sighed. “I’ll think about it” you said, grabbing your stuff and getting up. “I have to go to class, I’ll see you guys later” you said. “We have Potions, don’t be late” you told them before walking away. George then turned his attention to his brother.

“So… are you going to tell her?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Fred said, as he continued to eat his lunch.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Freddie” George smirked.

“What’s the point? She’s obviously still hung up on Diggory” he said, glaring at the Hufflepuff boy. “Besides, I’m over it now, mate” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Whatever you say, mate” George rolled his eyes.

It had been a couple of months since Cedric had broken up with you over a letter. You were at the Burrow at the time, since the twins had insisted you’d come to stay with them for most of the summer. Fred and George had been your best friends since you had met them on the Hogwarts Express in your first year. Even if the three of you were basically inseparable, you had always considered George to be your best friend. You loved Fred but you always felt like he wasn’t as close to you as he used to. And it all had started when you began dating Cedric. Fred didn’t like him. George didn’t either, but he didn’t seem to mind as much because he saw that you were happy. Cedric was your first date, your first boyfriend, your first kiss, and… a lot of firsts. But over the summer, he had decided that he was no longer in love with you and sent a letter to the Burrow saying that he wanted to break up. You were heartbroken. And the twins, along with the rest of the Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry had been there for you. The first time you saw Cedric again was when you attended the Quidditch World Cup and he had been just as nice to you as he had always been. He held your hand, he helped you when you fell while using the Portkey, and overall he was just sweet towards you. Until he told you he had been dating Cho Chang. And now, you had to see him parade her around the school as if they were the best couple on Earth. And the fact that Cedric was one of the three champions, well, four because Harry also got selected for some reason, didn’t help. He was basically a celebrity in the school, so you had to hear and see him everywhere.

“Well, if it isn’t my lucky day” you heard someone when you walked inside the Dungeons.

“Adrian” you said, nodding your head before you walked over to your table.

Adrian Pucey was a whole different story. You’ve known Adrian for a very long time since your parents were friends. You had never really liked Adrian, for some reason. There was something about him that didn’t sit right with you. And the fact that he couldn’t take a hint also didn’t help.

“Where are you going? I saved you a seat, darling” he smirked, winking at you and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m good” you said, taking your usual seat, hoping that Fred and George would hurry up to get here.

Adrian leaned in, resting his arms on the table so he could get closer to you.

“I heard Diggory dumped you” he said, making you tense a little.

“He didn’t dump me!” He did. “And how is that any of your business?” you asked, not looking at him.

“Well, I was thinking that maybe now you can go out with a real man?”

“Why? Do you know someone?” you asked, smirking and he glared at you.

“Come on, darling. One date. That’s all I’m asking” he said, putting his hands up in surrender.

“As tempting as you might think that sounds, I’m gonna have to pass, Adrian” you told him, again.

“Why do you keep fighting this, (Y/N)? We are meant to be together” he insisted, making you laugh.

“Are we?” you asked and he nodded.

“Yes, look at us. We both come from well-known, pureblood families” he started. “I’m attracted to you, you’re attracted to me-”

“I’m not attracted to you-”

“Funny, darling” he laughed. “It’s only a matter of time before you finally fall for my charms” he smiled at you.

“I’m going to ignore you now” you said, turning around and opening your book.

“Sweets” he said, making you sigh and look back at him. “You couldn’t ignore me if you tried” he smirked, winking at you.

He then jumped a little when you heard books being dropped against your table and you sighed in relief when you saw George standing next to you.

“Any particular reason why you’re bothering my Potions partner, Pucey?”

“Who says I was bothering her, Weasel?” Adrian asked, leaning back on his seat.

“The fact that you were talking to her is enough” Fred said, standing next to George. Adrian smirked at George and then back at you.

“Like I said, (Y/N), when you decide you’ve had enough for these…” he glared at the twins, looking at them up and down. “... boys” he told you. “You know where to find me” he said, getting up and going back to his original seat.

“Don’t hold your breath” you said, rolling your eyes.

“You okay?” George asked, taking the seat next to you as Fred sat on the chair previously occupied by Adrian.

“I’m fine” you assured them.

“What did he want?” Fred asked you.

“He asked me out on a date” you told them. “He said that he’d heard Cedric had dumped me so…”

“Did you… say yes?” Fred asked all of the sudden, earning a glare from you and a smirk from his brother.

“No! Why would I say yes?”

“I don’t know, you’ve been moping about Diggory so much and complaining about him and Cho that maybe a date is what you need to stop being in such a shitty mood-”

“What does that have to do with anything? Do you think I’m so desperate that I would say yes to Adrian Pucey just because Cedric is with Cho?”

“No, I didn’t say that-”

“Really, thanks, Fred for thinking so highly of me. And if my mood is so shitty for you, please don’t feel the need to be around me, then” you complained, turning around and going back to your book.

Fred was left with his jaw dropped, not knowing what to say. He turned to look at his brother and widened his eyes, nodding his head your way. George only tried to contain his laugh and shook his head, going back to you. Luckily for you, Professor Snape entered the class and nobody was able to say anything else.

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You were now at the party that George had dragged you to. You hadn’t really spoken to Fred all day, but you knew you had to apologize. You didn’t mean to snap at him the way you did, you had just been in a really bad mood at the time. You sighed taking another sip of your drink and you knew you were starting to feel a little buzzed.

“Come on, (Y/N), cheer up” Hermione tried, sitting next to you. She wasn’t one for parties either, and she had come for support so, you could at least try for her. “There are a lot of cute guys here and a bunch of them have been looking your way tonight” she insisted.

“I’m just not even sure if I’m ready to date someone else” you told her. “I mean, I don’t think anybody wants to be around me right now because I’m such in a shitty mood” you said, looking at Fred quickly and then down at your drink.

“(Y/N), you know Fred didn’t mean what he said. You guys have been friends forever, it’s just a stupid fight. You know how the Weasley men are” she rolled her eyes, making you laugh a little. “He’ll come around” she assured you.

“I know but… you can’t ever tell him that I said this but… he’s right, Hermione!”

“Don’t ever say that Fred Weasley is right out loud again” Hermione laughed.

“I’m serious! It’s been dreadful! Even I’m getting tired of my mood, but I don’t know how to get out of it when my bloody ex-boyfriend is what everyone’s talking about! It’s exhausting and Cho just parades around him like a proud girlfriend and… ugh!” you said, finishing your drink. “I need another drink, do you want anything?”

“I’m good, thanks” she assured you. “I’ll wait for you here” she said and you got up from the sofa, looking for the drinks.

You finally reached the table and started pouring yourself a glass of Firewhisky, when you heard a very familiar voice on your side.

“(Y/N)?” you froze when you heard Cedric’s voice next to you. “Hey, how are you? I haven’t seen you around” he said, happily.

You slowly turned around and faced him trying your best not to be distracted by his beautiful grey eyes. Or his charming smile. Or his stupid beautiful face.

“Cedric, hi” you said, shyly. “Um, y-yeah, it’s a bit hard since you are now the most popular person in school” you mocked him and he laughed, pushing your shoulder a little.

“Oh, come on, love, you know that’s not true” he said, flashing his beautiful smile at you. “Listen, I know um, you and I haven’t really gotten a chance to talk since we… uh, came back, and I was just wondering how you were?” he said, his expression turning a bit concerned.

“Um- what do you mean?” you chuckled. “I’ve been fine-”

“No, I know, I mean…” he sighed awkwardly. “About us? Um… me and Cho? I’m guessing it hasn’t been that easy for you, and I just wanted to check on you” he said, frowning. Is he… sorry for me?

“Oh, y-you and Cho?” you asked, trying to act natural. “Honestly, I’ve forgotten all about it” you said. “I mean, yeah it definitely took me by surprise, at first, it being so soon and all but… really I’m fine” you insisted, not really sure who you were trying to convince more.

“That’s great! You know, I didn’t want it to be awkward, because I was hoping we could still be friends, but I mean, I didn’t want it to be unpleasant for you” he kept going and you started taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. “I really cared about you, (Y/N) and you’re a great girl. I know you will also find someone too, just hang in there, alright?” he said, placing his hand on your shoulder. That was it.

“Excuse me, hang in there?” you laughed, sarcastically.

“Oh, n-no, I mean uh-”

“Who the fuck do you think you are, Cedric?” you blurted out all of the sudden.

“No, (Y/N), I didn’t mean to-”

“Just because you are the chosen champion and you are Head Boy of your house and you’re dating Cho Chang, which I am completely fine with, by the way, you think you can just come here, feeling all mighty and look down on me, telling me to ‘hang in there’? Who the fuck says that?”

“Since when do you curse so much?” he asked confused. That’s right, you didn’t use to curse in front of Cedric, because he didn’t like it. You smirked at him, grabbing your drink.

“Since whenever I fucking want to” you replied.

“Look, I was just trying to be nice, you don’t have to be a bitch-”

“Oh, now I’m the bitch?” you laughed. “I can’t believe you. You’re so full of shit! You don’t care about me or how I’m feeling, if you did, you wouldn’t have broken up with me over a fucking letter and date Cho like, what? An hour later?” you said, raising your voice and getting the attention of some of the people around you.

“Oh no” George muttered when he saw you.

“(Y/N), calm down, people are staring” Cedric muttered.

“Oh, I’m sorry, that’s right. That’s what you care about, isn’t it? What people think of you. Merlin forbid that the mighty Cedric Diggory would ever do anything wrong” you glared at him. “You know what? I hope Harry wins the Tournament” you said, turning around and you were about to walk away, but he stopped you.

“Look, I was just trying to be nice because I’m dating someone and-”

“And what? You think am not?” you blurted out all of the sudden. Bad idea.

“A-are you?” he asked, frowning his eyebrows in confusion. You could swear you could hear a hint of jealousy in his voice but maybe it was your imagination. Or your drunkenness.

“I m-might be” you stuttered before clearing your throat. “I am” you corrected.

“Who?” he demanded.

“Uh- that is… none of your business” you glared at him and then you did turn around and walked away before he could say anything else.

“Well, that was lovely. You really showed Diggory, didn’t you?” you heard Adrian’s voice and you grunted in frustration.

“Get lost” you glared at him.

“I will if you get lost with me” he smirked. “Didn’t you just lie to Cedric about dating someone? That could be me” he arched his eyebrow at you.

“I would much rather date a troll” you rolled your eyes, walking away from him too.

You were too distracted, making sure he wasn’t following you, that you bumped into someone.

“Hey, easy there, love” you looked up to see one of your favorite tall gingers smiling back at you.

“I did something stupid” you told him.

“What did you do?”

“I told Cedric I was dating someone” you said. “And now he keeps glaring at me and Adrian heard and he’s also looking at me and-”

All of the sudden, an idea popped into your head. Of course, it might have not been the most brilliant idea, but in the intoxicated state you were in and with your ex-boyfriend and Adrian just looking at you right now, in your head, this was the best fucking idea you could think of.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Kiss me” you told him.

“What-?”

You quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to smash his lips against yours. You weren’t sure if it was because you were drunk, but you could swear you felt fireworks in your entire body when you kissed him. You brought your hands to his face and he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist. And as soon as it started, it was over. You looked up at him, breathing as heavily as he was, ignoring the yells and whistles from the people around you. And neither one of you noticing a furious Cedric walk away or an incredulous Adrian arch his eyebrow before he left as well.

“I’m sorry” you said, bringing your hands up to your face. “I am so sorry, George, I just… didn’t know what else to do and I thought that maybe then Adrian would leave me alone and Cedric was just going on and on about how I should hang in there and that I will find someone and how he and Cho were so happy and I just-”

“(Y/N), relax, love, calm down” he chuckled. “It’s fine. We can talk about this, okay?”

“You’re not mad?”

“Of course, I’m not mad” he laughed. “Only one thing, love” he smiled at you.

“Yes?”

“He’s not George” you heard behind you. "I am."

You froze cursing yourself before you slowly turned around and saw that George was in fact standing next to the two of you. And then you saw it. You were always able to tell them apart but you were probably too overwhelmed to notice it before, but when you turned back to the boy that you had just made out with and you saw the smirk on his face, it dawned on you. You had just kissed Fred Weasley.

To Be Continued

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[Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4] [Ch.5]

A/N: ahhh so what do you think? part 2?! xD  

[smolchildlevy]

Haikyuu! Teams reacting to you wearing a playboy bunny outfit ☀︎

Warnings: suggestive obviously

A/N: after I did the Obey Me! version, my brain just told me to do this as well ✌🏻

Karasuno:

-Ah yes, the chaotic team.

-100% were dared by the other managers.

-“You think I won’t?” You stare down Yachi and Kiyoko with a raised brow.

-“Yep.” The two girls smiled.

-“Alright, fine! I’ll do it at tomorrow’s Saturday practice!” You announce.

-Their plan is in fruition. That’s the day the coaches aren’t gonna be attending.

-Of course, they did this on purpose.

-The way the boys act around you is what made them think of this.

-You did exactly what you said you would.

-You cover it up with your gym outfit, the same one as Yachi and Kiyoko.

-It was really embarrassing but there’s no backing out now.

-They tell you that you should go take it off and come back while the team is practicing.

-So you just did as told and walked out the gym to the nearest restroom, because it would be weird to just straight up take off your clothes there.

-You looked in the mirror before walking out glancing in all directions, then hesitantly going back.

-“Here goes nothing I guess..” you sigh.

-You push open the doors and try to act normal and go to the girls.

-“Wow Y/N. You actually did it!” Yachi chuckled.

-Since they were practicing it took them a second to notice.

-The other managers walk out just in time for all the action to start, leaving just you and them.

-It was when they took a break that Nishinoya looked in your direction.

-He gasped.

-Second one to notice was Tanaka, who was nudged by Noya.

-They immediately are in front of you and praising the gods for this gift.

-“Where are you two going-“ Suga starts then suddenly stops.

-That’s when the others noticed.

-The third years stopped what they were doing, completely frozen and flustered.

-So were the first years, Hinata and Yamaguchi looked like they were about to pass out from how red their face was.

-Tsukishima and Kageyama were choking on their water.

-Meanwhile the two second years were crying out of happiness.

-“AHHHH THANK YOU FOR GRACING US THIS DAY Y/NNNN” they screech.

-Suga, Asahi, Tsukishima, Kageyama, and Daichi were attempting to hide their nosebleeds.

-At this point, the others didn’t try and hide it. They had no idea how to process it.

-You walk to the others, a clear blush on your face.

-“I uhh-“ you try and explain.

-After a moment of all that, some of them were able to focus again.

-“Y-You look good, Y/N.” Yamaguchi tries to say.

-“Yeah! Amazing!!!” Hinata jumps to you, still as flustered as can be.

-“T-Thanks..” your blushing face growing redder.

-You’re gonna kill them.

-Most of them throw compliments at you here and there.

-Daichi clears his throat, throwing his jacket over you.

-“Just take it..” He looks away.

-In conclusion, they think about it for the rest of practice and sometimes get distracted again by looking at you.

-Daichi’s jacket was big on you with made it much worse for everyone especially Daichi himself.

Nekoma:

-Another team of rowdy people.

-Your friends had you try on the outfit when you were at one of their houses.

-Not gonna lie, you looked great in it.

-They saw that you were checking yourself out.

-“Isn’t the Nekoma team having a sleepover soon?” One asks.

-“Yeah, Friday.”

-“Ooo you should wear this! I’m sure they’ll like it.” The other smirked.

-“Uhhh I’m not so sure-“

-“Oh come on, nothing bad will happen!”

-“I’ll consider it.” You roll your eyes, smiling.

-While sitting on your bed later on, you look over at the outfit hanging on your closet door.

-“Hm..What’s the worst that can happen?” You thought

-You decide to bring the outfit with you.

-The day of the sleepover, you took whatever you needed for one night and the costume.

-It’s going be at Kenma’s house which isn’t too far from where you were currently living.

-You weren’t the first to arrive though.

-Yaku, Kuroo, Inouka, and Lev were there.

-Usually you would think Lev would be late. (He would be if Yaku didn’t yell at him through a phone call to be there)

-You all played Mario Kart, taking turns.

-“Aw man.. why does Kenma ALWAYS get first place??” Lev whined.

-“Maybe because you keep running into the sides-“ you snicker.

-“I do not!”

-“Shut up Lev, she’s right.” Yaku remarks.

-After everyone had finally gotten there, all of you continued to play games and eat snacks.

-You remember your friend’s suggestion.

-“Hmm.. maybe I’ll spice this sleepover up!” You internally decide.

-“Hey guys, I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick I’ll be back!” You shout while taking your bag and going there.

-“Okay.” Kuroo yells.

-They continued their fun while you took out the outfit from the bag and changed into it.

-You take one more look at yourself.

-“Alright, let’s see how they react!” You laugh.

-Yamamoto was complaining about how you were gone for a while already.

-“Dude, it’s been like 5 minutes.. relax.” Yaku rolled his eyes.

-“Yeaaahh, but I already miss our goddessss”

-They hear the restroom door shut.

-“And now she’s here so be quiet.” Kenma sighs.

-“Y/NNNNN”

-You act casual as you sit back in your place on the ground next to Kenma and Kuroo.

-Like Karasuno, it took them a second.

-Yamamoto was the first to speak up.

-“YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFULKSJRBFKJD”

-Aaaand he fainted.

-“She always does-“ Kuroo interjects then stops halfway. “Ooo~ what’s with that?”

-All eyes on you.

-“Oh, this? It’s just something..” You smirked while blushing a bit at their intense gazes.

-“Just something? You look hot.” Lev blatantly states.

-Normally, Yaku would hit him for saying that but he was too star struck to do so.

-All of them blushed, some of them hiding it. (Just Kenma-)

-“I agree with Lev~” Kuroo winks.

-“S-Shut up Rooster..” You looked away.

-You did get a reaction out of them.. but got very flustered in the process.

-Their already red faces turned redder somehow.

-That expression was doing too much to their hearts.

-Kenma had the most obvious blush though, and he knew it.

-So in response to you wearing the outfit he handed a blanket to you whilst covering his face.

-“You look nice, Y/N..” he whispered to you before sitting back down.

-Overall a good day for all of you.

-(although some couldn’t even sleep well with the thought of you wearing it in their minds lmao)

Aoba Johsai:

-You lost a bet with your friends.

-They told you to wear it.. but you didn’t expect this.

- After the bell rang, they told you to go put it on.

-You were sorta confused about why they wanted you to wear it now, but went along with it since you lost fair and square.

-You walk out the restroom after changing.

-“What now?” You ask.

-They don’t answer and instead drag you to the gym.

-“Wait wait wait- they can’t see me like this!” You protested after realizing what they were planning to do.

-They just giggled and pushed you to the door.

-The team was actually concerned since your usually not late.

-“Where’s Y/N-“ Iwaizumi was cut off by the sound of the doors opening, then shutting.

-“There you are! We’ve been worrieddd!” Oikawa quickly goes to you not processing the skimpy outfit you had on.

-That was, until he looks down.

-The coach was out, busy doing whatever so he had Oikawa take charge.

-The rest of the boys were talking amongst each other, not paying much attention.

-Meanwhile Oikawa was fast to change his worrisome facial expression to a smirk.

-“Cutie~ is this all for me?”

-“N-No..”

-Iwaizumi smacks the back of his head with a volleyball.

-“Idiot-“ his eyes widen when he sees your outfit. “Y-Y/N what are you wearing?”

-You sigh.

-“Long story short, I lost a bet..”

-“Woah Y/N. Looking good~” Mattsun comments.

-Now everyone looked your way.

-Blushy boys.. even Oikawa.

-“Out of all people, why did THEY have to see me like this??” You mutter.

-“He’s right, you look sexy-“ Oikawa earns another smack to the head.

-Kindaichi, Yahaba, and Kunimi were stuck in their spots, staring at your beauty.

-Cue the other flirty comments.

-Your face heated up more and more by the second.

-“H-Here..” Iwaizumi tosses you his hoodie.

-“Oh- thanks..” You hurriedly put it on.

-It went down to your thighs and was pretty big on you.

-You just looked so innocent..

-(some of their minds even travelled elsewhere-)

-In the end, they are quick to shower you in praise leaving you a blushing mess along with them being the same way.

[rachaelswrites]

Her Return

Loki Laufeyson x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 1,378

Requested By: @and-the-heartbreak-prince

Omg!! OKAY so we get a continuation of the fic where loki sees his daughter at the TVA, where mobius let's him see her future and it turns out that she played a big part in reversing the snap and defeating Thanos, and she turns out to be a really strong person, she still misses him, but is doing better now? Like something hopeful? Give my boy some HAPPINESS. It's ok if you don't want to but I can't stop thinking ab it ahhhh! Thank you!!

A/N: This is kinda a second part to Future Memories but you don’t have to read it to understand the plot. I hope you like this!

Warnings: Loki Spoilers

As the screen went dark, Loki stepped back until his heels hit the small steps behind him. He sat down and stared at the screen. His mind was running all over the place. Not only did he witness his own death, but the potential ones of his brother and daughter. He wanted to have hope that you and Thor were alive but nothing good seemed to happen to him. 

He heard the door open and Mobius’ footsteps echo in the room and stop near him. Loki looked up and asked him, “Is she gone?”

Mobius hesitated before answering, “Let me show you,” he went over to the table where the projector was at and fumbled with it a bit before the screen lit up again. Loki stood back up as he watched you fight alongside the Avengers. While he didn’t like the Avengers, he felt happy watching you fight in battle, holding your own against Thanos’ army. The screen faded to another scene of you fighting except now, you were about five years older and the small glint of light in your eyes was faded now. Whatever happened in those five years took its toll on you. 

“Where is this from?” Loki asked, pointing to the screen. 

“About nine years in the future. She’s fine. She’s doing well,” Mobius explained. He watched Loki’s expression change from sadness to slight relief, before speaking again, “We need your help.”

“You, the TVA, needs my help? With what?” Loki asked smugly. 

“There’s a variant who's killing our minutemen,” he said. 

Loki raised his eyebrows, “And how does that concern me?”

“Because the variant is you. We can’t catch him on our own but you, another Loki, we can.”

Loki crossed his arms over his chest and stood there, thinking about his decision. He wasn’t the hero type but he figured if he helped, he could get something out of it for himself. He looked up at Mobius, “What do I get in return?”

“What do you want? I’ll try and make it happen,” he responded. 

“I want Y/n here. With me,” he pointed back up to the screen where the video was. 

“We can’t do that Loki. If we take her from her timeline, a nexus event will be created. It’s kind of the opposite thing we do here.”

Loki scoffed, “Well if you want my help, that’s my price. I want my daughter back.”

Mobius sighed before giving in, “Fine. Anything else?”

“I want a meeting with the Timekeepers once we catch the variant.”

Again, Mobius sighed, “Alright deal.”

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You had just said goodbye to Thor as he boarded the Milano with the Guardians. You decided rather than go with him, you’d stay in New Asgard and help Valkyrie with everything. As the ship left your view and disappeared into the sky, you turned and were face to face with three people in black combat suits exiting a portal. 

Still reeling from the last battle, you instinctively reached for the knives you had tucked away. Before you could fully pull them out, another figure, a man, stepped through the portal. He wasn’t dressed in the black combat suits, instead he was dressed in a white shirt with a tie and black pants, along with a tan jacket, “Y/n,” he spoke gently. 

“How do you know who I am?” you asked sharply, pulling the knives out and pointing them at the man. The other three people took a step towards you, holding out their own weapons. 

The man raised his arms up, signalling the other to lower their weapons, “It’s okay,” he said to them as they did what he wanted, “We’re not here to hurt you Y/n,” the man spoke again. 

“Then what are you doing here? Who are you?” you asked. 

“My name is Mobius and I’m a part of the Time Variance Authority. I need you to come with me,” he opened his arm up, inviting you to walk through the portal but you shook your head and stepped back. 

“No,” you said, your knives still trained on Mobius. 

“Look Y/n, I promise I/m not here to hurt you. I want to help you but you have to come with me or they’re gonna drag you out of here,” he motioned over to the other three people, “I really don’t want that to happen and I’m sure you don’t either.”

You looked from Mobius then to the three and then back to Mobius. Your head was telling you not to go to a strange man to an unknown location but your heart and feet didn’t listen. You found yourself slowly making your way to Mobius and through the portal. 

He kept his distance from you, knowing you were on edge and wanted to give you space. As everyone stepped back through the portal and into the large room, Loki stood up. The room was dimly lit but he could still make out your features. He smiled, seeing his once little girl, not so little anymore. 

“Where am I?” you asked, panic in your voice. The room itself had a strange feeling and it didn’t help that the room was dark and you could barely see the figure approaching you. 

The footsteps sounded familiar to you but once the figure spoke, you were sure who it was, “Y/n?”

“Father?”

Loki stepped more into the light so you could fully see him. He smiled at you, the same way he used to after he hadn’t seen you all day. It was your turn to move, taking slow steps towards him, “I-is it a-actually you?” you were hesitant as you’ve seen your dad do this many times before. It was one of the downfalls of his powers, “Ar-are you really here?”

He nodded before opening his arms up to you, “I’m really here,” he wasn’t expecting you to run into him full speed, almost knocking him over. You wrapped your arms around him tightly before letting out a sob. You couldn’t believe after five years, you were back in your father’s arms once again. It was too long and you missed him greatly. Loki quickly returned your hug, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. 

You pulled away from him and cupped his face in your hands, “You’re really here,” you wrapped your arms around him again, trying to keep your cries to a minimum. 

The reunion hug was cut short when a sudden angry thought popped into your head. 

You pulled away from him and pushed him away from you, making him confused. He tried to reach back for you but you slapped his hands away, “How could you leave me for five years. I was alone and I thought you were gone but you were here? How could you do that? Why didn’t you try to come back to me?” you had angry tears streaming down your face so he tried to hold you again but you pushed him away, “Tell me,” you demanded. 

Loki looked over to Mobius for the explanation. Loki wasn’t quite sure about the whole situation himself so he would let Mobius answer for him. 

“Y/n this isn’t the Loki you know,” he said. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, your attention on him now, “Is he not my father?”

“He is, just not the one you last remember,” seeing your confused face, he conitend, “This is your dad from New York, nine years ago. He created a new timeline so we had to take him here to fix it.”

“So he doesn’t know what happens in the future?” you asked. 

“No I know,” Loki said, “I know what happens to me and that you had to watch. I’m so sorry Y/n,” he took a step towards you and this time, you walked into his arms, hugging him again. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, “I just, I-”

Loki cut you off gently, “It’s alright darling,” he said, “I would never leave you like that.”

“But you did,” you mumbled. 

Loki looked down at you confused, “What?”

“You died and I thought you were gone and you were, but then you came back,” you started to explain but Loki cut you off. 

“Well I won’t do that again. I won’t leave you again.” 

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Whumptober Day 18 - Epel

Epel goes ice fishing with Rook and ends up getting very cold.

No. 18 LET’S BREAK THE ICE

“Just get it over with.” |  Treading Water | “Take my Coat”

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Fic under the cut!

“Of all the winter sports that exist in the world, how did I end up ice fishing?” Epel frowned at the hole in the ice between himself and Rook.

“You volunteered,” Rook reminded him cheerfully, “after I asked if you wanted to come. And to get an elective gym credit.”

The frozen lake stretched out around them in all directions, ice covered by a dusting of snow. Epel and Rook sat in folding camping chairs on opposite sides of a foot-wide hole in the ice, waiting for a bite on their fishing lines. They’d been out on the lake all morning without a single fish to show for it. Every few hours, Rook would declare that their hole was devoid of fish, and then they’d haul their equipment to a new spot, drill a new hole in the ice, and start the whole process over again.

Epel was bored. All there was to do was stare at the ice and listen to Rook babble on about whatever he wanted to talk about.

“I only said yes because there weren’t any better options. I wanted to go ice skating,” Epel complained.

“Ah! But then why did you not join our Roi des Poison?” Rook asked. “Was he not leading an ice skating group?”

“He’s figure skating, not ice skating,” Epel said, and bobbed his line in hopes of catching the interest of a cold, sleepy fish. “It’s different. Figure skating is dancing and jumps and spins and stuff. I wanted to skate like I was playing hockey. Or better yet, play hockey.”

“Ahhhh,” Rook said with understanding. “But there were not enough people interested for a team sport to be approved. If you find fishing so arduous, surely there were other sports you could have joined?”

“I could have gone snowboarding with Jack, but that group was full,” Epel grumbled. “I thought about the luge group, but the only people who signed up were a bunch of Pomefiore second-years who are in a clique. I’d be miserable hanging out with them.”

“As miserable as you are out here?” Rook asked, a teasing gleam in his eye.

Epel groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Fine. You’re not the worst company I could have. Ugh,” Epel rose to his feet and set the fishing pole on his chair. “I’m bored as hell, and I gotta piss. I’ll be right back.”

“Such uncouth language!” Rook gasped and put a hand to his chest. “What would the housewarden say?”

“Vil ain’t here and you ain’t gonna tell ‘im,” Epel said, and walked off.

“Don’t go too far!” Rook called after him.

Epel waved a vague hand in response. There wasn’t any cover on the lake, no bushes to hide behind, so distance was the only privacy he could get. He decided he was far enough away when Rook was nothing more than a small figure in the distance, and Epel was unable to make out details. Good. If he couldn’t see Rook well, then Rook couldn’t see him. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the distant figure of Rook wasn’t watching, and took care of his necessary business.

Once finished, he cleaned his hands as best he could in the clean snow, then headed back to Rook. A resounding crack split the silence, loud enough that Rook’s head snapped up in the distance, and Epel froze.

That had to be far away, right? This was a huge lake. Surely that was the sound of ice cracking far in the distance. Nothing to do with him. Right?

Epel started hurrying back toward Rook. The sound of another crack followed him. Then another. And another. And another. The last crack ended in a fracturing crackle, and Epel’s frayed nerves snapped. He broke into a run and sprinted for the fishing hole.

On his third step, the ice gave way and Epel plunged into the icy water below.

The water was unlike anything Epel had ever felt before. He’d grown up with harsh winters, been caught in a blizzard, fallen in snowbanks, and even slept in a snow cave. Nothing came close to this. The second he hit the water, his chest seized and robbed him of breath. The sheer shock of it paralyzed him, freezing temperature cutting him right to the bone as if he’d been frozen solid.

A second passed, then another, and each felt like a whole eternity. Epel’s mouth fell open and water rushed in, filling his senses with biting, bitter cold. The water sought his lungs, and Epel coughed, air escaping him in the form of bubbles rising above his head. It was enough to shake him of his paralysis.

Air! He needed the surface! He could see the hole above him, a dark patch amid the gleaming white ice and snow. His lungs screamed and burned, desperate for air though he’d only been underwater for a few seconds. Epel kicked for the surface, and though his limbs were stiff and sluggish, he swam for the hole in the ice.

He broke the surface with a desperate gasp, and immediately started to hyperventilate. Fuck, it was cold. This was almost worse. His wet skin in the frigid air felt colder than the water. His legs stiffened up, and he dipped beneath the surface once more.

No!!!

Through adrenaline and sheer willpower, Epel forced his limbs to move once again and bobbed back above the water once more. He coughed through his sharp, frantic breaths, and his hands managed to find the edge of the ice. With another good kick, he heaved himself up enough to get both his arms over the edge, then stopped as he heard the ice cracking again.

“Epel!!!”

Epel looked up to see Rook sprinting toward him.

“D-don’t!” Epel tried to shout, but it came out as a hoarse rasp instead. “You’ll fall in, too!”

“I’ll be fine,” Rook slowed, then came to a stop about ten feet away from Epel. “I’m going to get you out, but I need you to do exactly as I say, alright?”

Epel nodded shakily. Now that the initial shock had worn off, he was shivering uncontrollably, and he clung desperately to the ice beneath him.

Rook pulled a coil of rope off his belt and threw one end to Epel.

“Grab on, but don’t try to pull yourself up, yet!”

Epel grabbed for the rope, but the cold had turned from biting to numbing, and he fumbled with it.

“I c-c-can’t g-grab it! My f-fingers are—”

“That’s alright,” Rook interrupted, “Wrap it around your wrists or arms, under your armpits, anything you can do to get it as secure as you can! It doesn’t need to hold your whole weight, but it’ll help.”

With a little more fumbling, Epel managed to twist the rope around his arm a few times, though he was doubtful that it was in any way secure.

“Do you have it? Tres bien. Now don’t try to pull yourself straight out, the ice will just break again!”

“Th-then w-what am I supposed t’do??”

“Kick your legs,” Rook instructed. “Kick until you are horizontal, like you are swimming. Then pull yourself onto the ice, so your weight is evenly distributed. The rope will give you a little leverage and I will help pull you!”

Epel nodded again and kicked. It was easier said than done. His legs were only getting more stiff and numb, and his water-logged pants were heavy. After a few moments of work, he heard the splash of his feet breaking through the water.

“Très bien!” Rook shouted. “Now, onto the ice! Crawl and kick!”

The rope tightened around his arm as Rook pulled, and Epel clung as best he could to the rope while continuing to kick, water and icy slush sloshing behind him. Inch by inch, he dragged himself over the ice, first his chest, then his abdomen, and finally his hips. Epel let out a sob of relief as he lay firmly on the ice, only his feet still in the water, and started to rise.

“No, not yet!” Rook shouted, and Epel froze, looking up at him in confusion.

“Do not stand yet, come to me where the ice is thicker! Slide forward on your stomach, or roll if you have to!”

Epel groaned and dropped his head down on the ice, but took a deep breath and crawled on his belly. Rook continued to help, pulling on the rope and reeling Epel in like a fish.

“Très bien, magnifique!”

Once Epel was close enough, Rook reached down and caught him by the arms, helping him up.

“There we go, that’s it. Can you walk?” Rook put an arm around his shoulders to support him.

“We’re sure gonna find out.” Epel shivered violently,

“Let’s head back,” Rook said, guiding him to the edge of the lake. “Get you warmed up and taken care of.”

Epel nodded, wanting nothing more than a hot shower and to curl up in bed. He leaned against Rook, needing his support as he stumbled across the ice. His hair crunched, the wet strands freezing in the chill air.

“Hey, Rook?”

“Oui?”

“Next time you go ice fishing, don’t bring me along.”

Rook laughed brightly and held Epel close.

“You have my word.”

[heliotropehotch]

Silver - a.h. x fem!reader

Request by @moonstuffsteve :If you’re taking requests, I’d love Hotch smut with a wedding ring kink where the cold metal gets you more worked up (maybe ft choking bc of the ring??) pls and thanks so much!!!!!!!!

a/n: AHHHH its my first smut for Aaron! (and first smut i've actually finished in years!) Al, i love you. Thank you for this. If you have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing please let me know! I haven't written smut in a long time so I know this might be rocky. <3

CW: smut, under 18 DNI, 18+, jealously, unwanted ass grabbing, wanted ass grabbing, choking, wedding ring kink?????, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), rough sex, marriage kink??, dom/sub themes, possessiveness, fingering

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author: abby<3

word count: 1919

have fun!

She hated cops. Entitled, jealous, and, for the most part, disgusting men, who thought well enough should be left alone. Meaning that, while help had been offered and given, it wasn’t wanted. What was wanted, however, seemed to deviate way too far off the course of the case, of the literal murders that were happening.

“Officer Walker,” Y/N’s teeth gritted out as sweetly as she could, as the man placed an unwelcome palm on the small of her back. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Well, sugar,” he chuckled deeply. “I was hoping you wanted to get out of here.”

“Out of here?” She pretended not to notice Agent Hotchner watching the interaction, slowing walking up behind him. “What do you mean, Officer?”

“I mean,” his hand swooped down, resting gently on her ass. Y/N’s eyes shot wide, mouth opening slightly with appall. “We should get out of here so we can have a little fun.”

“Excuse me-”

“Officer Walker,” Aaron Hotchner’s voice cut through the air of the precinct. “I suggest you take your hand off of my agent, and my wife.”

Walker’s hand shot off her body, smacking into his own side. “Your wife? Sir, I didn’t kn-”

“We have a case, Officer. There are people out there getting murdered. Get back to work. Agent, you’re needed in the conference room, please.”

“Yes sir,” Y/N said with a straight face, but she knew her husband could read the smugness on her face.

“In the future, Officer Walker,” she called out before following Aaron. “At least check a woman’s hand before you make unwanted passes at them.”

Y/N sauntered almost cheerfully behind her husband stalking into the closed conference room. She could hear the gears turning forcefully in his head, and could clearly see his hand clenching and relaxing at his side. Entering the conference room, tension seeping into the air, confining itself in the room as Aaron forcefully shut the door behind them.

“Aaron-”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, fingers smoothing out his eyebrows. “I was fine until his moved his fucking hand-”

She reached out to grab his arms, trailing down to intertwine their fingers together. “Honey,” she smiled sweetly. “I know, okay. I appreciate it, okay. But I had it handled too.”

“I should have him fired-”

“But you won’t,” she laughed softly. “If you fired every man who made a pass at me, we wouldn’t ever work with cops again.”

He grumbled indignantly, scrunching his eyes together in irritation. Y/N slipped her hands up his chest, sliding into their natural place at his jaw. Her lips pressed to his, seeping tension seeping out of him with every passing second. “Aaron,” she hummed against his lips, before pulling away. She smiled as his chased after. “I married you, remember? You don’t ever have to worry about anyone else. Like ever?”

He chuckled, slipping his hands into the pockets of her pants. “I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

“I’m only yours.” She smiled at him, taking a step back. “Now can we get back to work? I wanna go home with you as soon as possible.”

--

The case was nowhere near close to being solved, but tensions between all members of the BAU were running high. Derek, the ever hot head he was, had almost gotten into a physical fight with the Captain of the precinct, while Spencer had remained silent after a particularly loud conversation with one of the fellow officers.

“These cops just won’t let us do our jobs, Hotch,” Emily had groaned in the hotel elevator with Y/N and Aaron. “I’m two derogatory comments away from breaking Walker’s nose.”

Y/N snorted, eying her husband’s now tense back in front of her. “He’s a real piece of work huh?”

“I’ll be too glad when we get out of here. Why can’t we work with female cops for a change?”

It was Hotch’s turn to snort. “You would end up being the one that they complained about. You’re just as bad as Morgan.”

Emily gave an artificial gasp. “Am not.”

The elevator doors opened, and Y/N followed her husband out and down the hall to the left. “Night Em!”

Out of sight of the rest of their team, she jogged forward to grab his hand, giving a small kiss to his knuckles. A comfortable silence had settled between the heavy setted footsteps of the married couple. Y/N rocked on her heels as her husband fumbled with the key card to their shared room. She rolled her neck, letting the tension fizzle out in separated pops of her bones. She barely registered the click of the door, or the wrap of fingers around her wrist. She did however, notice the cool, fake wood of the hotel door being pressed against her back. “Aaron?”

“You’re mine,” he murmured, pressing his lips in the angle of her neck. She chuckled, winding her fingers in his hair.

“I thought we already clarified that, baby.”

He hummed a chuckle, his tongue lapping up whatever remnants of perfume traced his neck. “And I intend to make that painfully obvious to everyone in that precinct.”

His lips wrapped around the muscles at the junction of her neck, drawing out a moan out of her with passing second that the air left his mouth. Y/N hummed a laugh, lifting her hips to grind against his. “Seriously, a hickey?”

His hand snaked up her waist to rest under her chin, squeezing slightly. She could feel the metal of his wedding band warm to the temperature of her skin. “I’ve got a point to prove, sweetheart.”

His fingers left her throat and reached down to pull the backs of her thighs to wrap around his waist, grunting slightly at the movement. She worked on unbuttoning her shirt, the best she could. “Aar-” their bodies fell to the bed, his legs slotted between hers. Y/N squeezed his left hand that had found its way into hers. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, remember?”

“Oh I remember, darling,” his mouth moved to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before letting it free. “I think you’re the one who needs a reminder.”

Aaron’s hands pushed up her skirt, adjusting it to pool at her hips. His calloused hands traced the edge of her underwear, sliding softly under the band. His mouth, trailing back up to her neck smirked as Y/N’s hips squirmed under his delicate touch. “Be patient, love.”

His attached his mouth to hers as his fingers slowly, finally began circling her clit. The metal of his ring brushing deliciously against the skin above. His teeth tugged her bottom lips, a small whine escaping her. He watched her blissed out expression morph into one of need, eyes scrunched with tension. His fingers dipped lower, circling her entrance before dipping two fingers in slowly.

“Aaron,” she gasped out, clenching around the fingers inside of her. “Aaron, please.”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he smiled into her neck, pressing his lips to her skin. “I’m gonna take good care of my wife, don’t you worry.”

His thumb, that had been rolling lazy circles against her clit, becomes more firm, with more intention. Y/N could feel the cold of her husband’s silver band pressing into her pussy as he pressed a third finger into her. The stretch of his hand, the way he stroked her walls with his fingers, and the words dripping from his lips were enough to put her body on edge.

“Oh you’re so tight, baby,” he chuckled darkly, breath blowing sweetly against her inner thighs. “Fuck, you’re wet. Is this all for me?”

Her fingers wrapped lazily between his black locks, tugging the strands. “Only you.”

“Of course, honey,” he cooed. “Look at you dripping all over my ring, I bet you’re gonna come soon, yeah?”

“Please,” Y/N whined loudly. “Please, Aaron, I can’t hold it anymore.”

“Come for me, baby, get nice and ready for my cock.” She let out a yelp, her back arching from the mattress as her husband continued to lazily stroke her cunt.

“That’s my girl,” he hummed, bringing his fingers up to his mouth for a taste, before pausing and redirecting his fingers to her mouth. Her eyes stayed on him and she hummed around his fingers, tongue lapping at her own juices around his wedding ring.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, tugging off his own shirt, and ridding his pants and underwear. Y/N’s panties now rested at her knees, twisting over on itself, until she lazily ridded the rest of her garments.

Aaron now positioned her on her knees, head resting on her forearms as her ass ground into his pelvis. “Please, baby, wanna feel you,” her muffled voice called out.

He sucked his teeth with mock annoyance, lightly smacking one of her cheeks with his left hand. “And what did I say about being patient?” he chided, before lining his dick up and thrusting in.

Her toes curled at the sudden, but welcome intrusion. A groan left her throat as he began pounding into her pussy at a rough pace. Thrust for thrust, the room echoes with grunts and moans from both Y/N and her husband. She could almost feel his smug grin with every whine that fell through her lips.

“Fuck, Y/N look at you taking my cock so well. I bet you just love how I fill you up.” Her only responses were loud moans that flowed through his own voice as she clenched around him.

The metal of his wedding ring now almost burned against her sweating skin as he wrapped his hand around her throat once more, pulling her body to be flush against him as he continued to thrust into her at a bruising pace.

“Who’s making you feel this good, huh?” She stayed wordless, only echoing in whines and moans. He squeezed her neck a little tighter, the imprint of the ring creating a delicious friction. “Answer me.”

“You!” her voice bursted out. “You, Aaron, only you.”

“That’s right, sweetheart, your husband. I married you, I put that ring on your finger-” he groaned, attaching his lips to the juncture of her neck before speaking again. “Fuck, are you gonna come for me soon?”

“Yes!” she cried, “Please, please.”

“Go ahead, and come for me like a good girl,” he panted, using his other hand to rub against her clit, squeezing his fingers again on her throat before speaking right into her ear. “Come on your husband’s cock.”

She yelled with her release, back arching to meet Aaron’s chest. He let out a few more strong thrusts before he found his own release and coated her walls with a groan. His forehead landed on her shoulder, her fingers lazily combing through his hair.

Eventually, he pulled himself out to clean themselves up and crawl into bed. She had rested on his side, but yelped when he pulled her to lay on his chest. She smiled softly, fingers tracing imaginary shapes along his pecs, then started chuckling softly.

He cracked a smile reserved only for her. “What are you up to?”

Her giggles quieted and she stopped her movements. “Oh, I was just thinking. I should make you jealous more often.”

He groaned, tugging her close to him, covering her ringed hand with his own. “Don’t you dare.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she chuckled sweetly. “You’re mine.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 315: I Didn’t Expect This to Blow Up

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “guess which plot that you thought was dead is actually not dead and is making a comeback!” and we were all “EVIL HPSC??” and he was all “girl you know it,” and that’s the story of how we got a sexy Lady Nagant flashback with lots of guns and murder. Flashback!Lady was all “gotta murder peeps to preserve the people’s trust,” but then a little while later she was like “actually wait that makes no sense,” and so she shot her evil boss and they sent her to jail. Back in the present, Deku was all “okay fair, the hero system might in fact be a little fucked up, but hear me out... have you considered not helping AFO take over the world so he can murder like a bazillion more innocent people??” The chapter ended with the not-all-there Overhaul finally revealing himself to Deku, and I honestly have no idea where this is gonna go.

Today on BnHA: In what is unfortunately the single worst plan ever concocted by anyone in BnHA, Nagant is all “I’m going to try and get this Deku kid to panic and freeze up by putting someone in mortal danger.” Deku is all, “[doesn’t panic and freeze up at the sight of someone in mortal danger].” Nagant is all “omg no way.” Deku, who is now all of a sudden being so OP that even I have to acknowledge that it’s OP lol, is all “[smashes Nagant’s gun arm to bits]”, which sucks but is also really cool, and which also apparently makes Nagant decide that she actually likes this kid after all. Deku is all “NAGANT I REALLY LIKE YOU AND THINK YOU’RE GREAT SO PLEASE JOIN UP WITH ME AND STOP BEING EVIL.” Nagant is all “aw shucks (✿ •͈ᴗ•͈) well okay then” and everyone is all “( ･◡･) ✰ ( ˆᴗˆ ) ( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ ⁎)” and then Nagant FUCKING EXPLODES LIKE AN EGG IN THE MICROWAVE AND FALLS TO HER DEATH!!!! except not really because Hawks saves her??? In conclusion, (a) THE FUCK, and (b) AFO TURN ON YOUR LOCATION I JUST WANT TO TALK.

so I have to tell you guys something, which is that barely ten minutes after I made that “please don’t send me spoilers” post the other day, someone replied to the comments in a stunning fit of “tell me that you’re twelve without actually telling me you’re twelve” energy and posted what seemed to be the copy-pasted spoiler summary from reddit or twitter or whatever lol. so here is my good news/bad news rundown of all that

good news: I have very well-conditioned ABORT!! reflexes and have trained myself to immediately look away from the screen (usually in dramatic fashion) as soon as I realize that whatever I’m reading is a spoiler

bad news: unfortunately as I was subsequently deleting said comments, I accidentally read the very last one

good news??: said spoiler was so unbelievably, absurdly over-the-top that I’m almost positive this person was just trolling. like, there’s just no way lmao

bad news: but in the unlikely event that it is true I will absolutely lose my shit I swear to god

(ETA: “NAGANT DIES.” that was the spoiler I read lol. like, literally all I read from the person’s comments was “My Hero Academia Chapter 315 Title: “Beautiful Words.” Chapter starts with...” and then I noped out of there, and then of all the comments to read as I was deleting, it had to be that one lol. I seriously was just like “SURE, JAN.” all “just how gullible do you think I am” sob. but I was wrong. a troll, but an honest troll they remain.

but anyways like I’m pretty sure Nagant isn’t even actually dead lol, so in the end this whole little adventure doesn’t even have a point to it, but for me it was a journey!)

anyway, so there are apparently two versions of the chapter today?? no idea what the difference is, but I’m going to go with the Bean version, because it’s the one at the top and I don’t feel like making decisions today

huh, so Overhaul is actually more coherent than Horikoshi was letting on

look at him having a whole back and forth conversation with her. side note, how is he still this jacked when he’s been sitting in a cell doing absolutely nothing for the past six months

anyway so he says he’ll go with her on one condition. I wonder what that condition could possibly be. do you think it could be the thing he literally hasn’t shut up about ever since he reappeared lol

yep! and damn -- maybe this guy will surprise me after all

still would be nice if you also felt a bit sorry for the little girl you tortured and traumatized, but this is something at least. maybe Deku will yell at him for that other stuff lol

(ETA: also can’t help but wonder if he wants to make amends because he put him in a coma, or because his plan was a failure and ended up destroying the family. just hoping you’ve finally had that “hurting other people is bad” epiphany dude.)

anyways so now Nagant’s arm is transforming again, and this particular transformation happens to be the only truly unsexy thing that Nagant has done thus far so I’m just gonna skip right on ahead lol

aaaaand we’re back to the delirious ranting

buddy. just. read the fucking room, guy

wow she really is aiming at Overhaul, then. those theories were spot-on

damn she’s really out here all “it really fucks with kids’ heads when you kill people right in front of them and make them blame themselves” like yo

I’m picturing her saying all this in a very loud stage-whispery tone while making very significant eye contact with Deku lol

uh oh but wait

um. okay. who’s gonna tell her. Nagant I might have some bad news for you about the kid you’re trying to capture here. specifically about the way he tends to do the opposite of what you’re thinking that he’s about to do

holy shit

so it’s basically just “tap x repeatedly to charge up your attack” lol

and okay, so that’s cool and all, but is anyone else wincing at the thought of what that must be like on his knees. oh to be young

anyway, but so to the surprise of basically no one, Deku did not, in fact, freeze. I am very sorry, Nagant. he’s just like this

LMAO

someone wanna tell me how getting yoloed in the fucking ribs by this fucking slingshot kid moving at literal sniper bullet speed is in any way even remotely better than getting hit by the bullet itself lol

(ETA: this is 10x funnier now that we know the bullet wasn’t even gonna hit him lmao.)

anyway so now Nagant is having an extended “!?!?!?” reaction about how Deku just moved with no hesitation, and I’m starting to get an inkling of fear that the rest of this fight isn’t going to go very well for her and maybe that’s what all the “hoo boy” is about

oh my god Deku are you about to Gomu Gomu no Rocket yourself at her you insane little man

now Three is popping up again and he’s all “I see you’ve learned your lesson and are now only using three quirks at once instead of five” like with all this effusive praise about how great and badass Deku is and sob, okay, yeah. this chapter is basically one of those machines that shoots tennis balls at people, except instead of tennis balls it shoots hot piping discourse

OH MY GOD

YOOOOOOOOOO but also, NOOOOOOOOOOO

lol oh my god it’s literally two opposing reactions at once wtf. do I love this or hate this. like just for once can Horikoshi actually let a badass lady character win their fucking fight without getting their arm ripped off, BUT ALSO fucking look at that absurdly cool “SMASH” onomatopoeia though. it looks like it’s about to float right off the page holy shit that’s some seriously good art

anyway so is this really the end?? do I need to break out my ಠ_ಠ faces

lmao okay yeah I can definitely see how this would piss a lot of people off

he basically one-shotted her and she’s all “damn this kid is so amazing that I’m about to do a complete 180 turn on all of my previous angst” lmao. Horikoshi is really shounening it up today

on the plus side though, maybe this means there’s still a chance for her to join up with him after all? unless that spoiler was true lmao, then all hell is gonna break loose

YESSSSSSS

OH MY GOD AND HE SAYS THE BULLET WOULDN’T HAVE DONE MORE THAN GRAZE OVERHAUL ANYWAY, wow, I’m actually more relieved by that than I would have expected. I mean I would have forgiven her either way, but it means that there was still more hero in her than she was letting on

YES!!! FUCKING YES, THANK YOU

lol but I mean, it’s also like, “oh so today they get to have brain cells”, thank you so much lol. sometimes it’s really hard to tell which times we’re supposed to question these character decisions that seem dumb, and which times we’re just supposed to full on embrace them and switch off our critical thinking

but okay, so in this case it really was Nagant going easy on him on purpose, and not just her fucking up for no good reason even though she used to do this for a living and was the best in the game. and I know in this case it’s probably just Horikoshi giving us some consolation headpats to soften the blow of her losing so abruptly, but you know what, shit. I’ll take it

also you guys the light is coming back into Deku’s eyes again for just a moment here and I’m having feels about it?? the way it still comes back when he’s reaching out to save someone, and following his own hero path instead of the much darker and lonelier Christopher Nolan path that’s been laid out for him instead that he never wanted?? it’s both reassuring and also very sad

YESSSSSSSSSSS

DO IT LADY OMG PLEASE?? PLEASE COME BE HIS NEW IRRESPONSIBLE ADULT SUPERVISION YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO

AHHHHHHH SHE’S GONNA DO IT AHHHH

p.s. I am now absolutely scared shitless that that spoiler was actually true sob. swear to god, I will throw this manga into a fucking volcano. but we’re almost at the end of the chapter and this seems just WAY TOO GOOD to be true fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck f

UCK

NOPE NAH SEND IT BACK, NOPE, NUH UH, DIDN’T ORDER THIS. “GULLIBLE” OKAY FUCK YOU?? “COUNTERMEASURES” NOPE, DON’T NEED ‘EM, WE’RE ALL FINE HERE. WE’RE ACTUALLY GOOD SO YOU CAN JUST GO, OKAY. PLEASE

fuck, lol, I don’t wanna do it. I don’t wanna scroll down what have I ever done to deserve this oh my god

WHAT THE HONEY-ROASTED FUCK

WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT FUCKING VOLCANO IN ICELAND THAT I KEEP SEEING ALL THESE PICTURES OF. WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT. LET’S GO

ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW

can someone please give AFO a really good, sharpish kick in the balls. just really let him have it. I’m so tired, what the fuck

-- ARE YOU KIDDING ME LOL WHAT

bro. I was literally going through my Excel folders to find the spreadsheet about female characters in BnHA that I made back when Midnight died. was gearing myself up for a wholeass rant. and honestly I might just let all of that continue simmering on low to keep it warm just in case lol, because to tell you the truth I have absolutely no idea what’s happening right now

my girl straight up does not have a face. she used to have a face. people usually need those, idk. like, even if she’s alive, her gorgeous eyebrows are definitely not making it out of this and I’m gonna throw a funeral just for them

how the fuck did AFO just blow her up?? how did he know what was going on?? and if he had a quirk that could explode people at will, why is this the first we’re hearing of it?? you’d think that might have come in handy at Kamino or Jakku, like what

(ETA: present!me, who’s had more than three hours of sleep and can now actually remember facts about the series, would like to remind past!me that AFO gave Nagant a quirk, and so this is probably just more Vestige shenanigans now on his part. that’s also probably why Air Walk suddenly stopped working out of nowhere. still doesn’t explain why he doesn’t go around blowing people up more often though but maybe he thinks it’s gauche.)

Hawks just straight up out of nowhere. just Mirioed his way straight into the chapter just in time to be too late sob. here I was looking forward to seeing your face when Deku showed up with his new best friend. can’t believe Horikoshi deprived us of that moment

on the plus side, WELCOME BACK, HAWKS’S FEATHERS. I have no doubt that in this chapter of Deku being an almighty threequirk-mastering god, and Nagant losing anticlimactically only to be immediately blown up because girl characters in BnHA can only be cool for one fight and one fight only, there are still some people who are focusing solely on the “how dare Hawks get his wings back when he is a MURDERER this is an outrage what about CONSEQUENCES” discourse, and to hell with all the other discourses lmao

anyway, so yeah. wow. and now it’s just occurring to me that maybe the real reason why Overhaul is there is so he can get a head start on that amend-making by actually doing a good thing for once in his life, and using his quirk to heal Nagant. assuming he can still do that

and so now Horikoshi has got me out here actually rooting for Overhaul. you know what, on that note I think I’m just gonna go ahead and call it a day sob