#holy crap I thought we were going to see god

[theangrypomeranian]

Chapter 17: Home

Summary:

“That bathroom,” he whispered. Tina nodded again, her eyes staying on his. “Yes. One second I was in our bathroom and the next–” “You were there.” His head was reeling and holy crap that hadn’t just been in his head, it was real, she’d been there and he had almost touched her. For a few moments they just sat there, staring at each other. Her hands were tight on his wrists and his thumbs brushed gently over her cheeks. “You were there,” he murmured in awe. “The whole time…whenever I needed you…” “And you were there,” she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes as her mouth turned up in a smile so bright he thought he might go blind. God, what an amazing last sight he’d have. “How is this even possible?” Now it was his turn to smile, his hands going to her cup her elbows and pull her closer. “Don’tchu see, baby? What we have,” his arms went around her to press her against his chest, “this shit is cosmic. We were always meant to be. The universe knew that and it made damn sure that we did, too.”

Read the rest of chapter 17 here.

[damniteggs]

I was today years old when my intern tried to kill me via puncturing a charged battery pack.

[henry7931]

Head Swap Short: My Dad’s Body At The Pool

Trevor:

God this is embarrassing! I just know all of my friends are going to make fun of me.

I broke my leg about a week ago and I’ve been in bed for days now. I felt like I was going to miss most of the summer.

All of my friends texted me about coming to the pool today and I knew I had no way to go with the current state of my leg.

That’s when my dad stopped by my room and asked me how I was doing. I told him how bummed I am about being to go hang with my friends. That’s when offered to do a head swap with me.

Dad packed me a bag, we swapped heads, and I hurried to the pool.

As I started driving down the road, it felt kinda cool having my dad’s body on. He taller than me and pretty strong.

When I got to the pool, I headed to the locker room and started opening up the bag dad packed. I looked inside and saw only a freaking towel and a speedo!!!

But I’ve already made it this far, I looked around the locker room and saw that no one was around.

I pulled off my dad’s shorts only for his massive dick to come flopping out.

“Oh god! Everyone’s going to see his bulge.”

When I got outside I saw my friends… I took a deep breath and walked over confidently in my dad’s body.

“Holy crap Trevor! Is that your dad’s body?” said my friend Phillip.

“Yeah, it was the only way I could come.”

A couple of the guys laughed about the speedo for a little bit. But all around they thought it was kinda cool that I had my dad’s body on.

Even one of my friends Cameron told me he thought my dad was a dilf.

I’ve had a thing for Cameron for a while now but he’s never shown interest in me (at least until now). He even asked what I was doing after the pool. We ended up getting food after and went back to his house to hang.

We went up stairs and he started flirting with me hard.

“Bro, I don’t mean to be weird but it’s so hot seeing your cute head on top of your dad’s beefy bod.”

“You think haha,” I say back to him.

“Yeah man, I wouldn’t mind seeing it again all undressed,” he says winking at me.

I blushed and said, “I guess I can show it off again.”

I pulled off my dad’s shirt and shorts, all the way down to his underwear.

“Damn…” he says to me.

We go to his parent’s guess bedroom and I hop on top of the bed.

“Trev, I’m so turned on right now. I don’t know how to ask you this but could I rub your dad’s body over?”

“Sure man!”

Cameron goes down to my dad’s big feet and starts rubbing them. It feels pretty good, I guess my dad’s hasn’t had anyone rub his feet in awhile.

All of the sudden, Cam does something that surprised me. He starts licking my dad’s feet.

I watched him be enthralled with them. It was so hot seeing a hot guy my age be so into something I’d never expect.

Cam, crawls up to my dad’s crotch and starts rubbing his inner thighs. I’m surprised that he hasn’t just gone for my dad’s junk yet.

My father’s dick is completely hard and leaking on his underwear.

Cam reaches up and twists my dad’s nipple which made me squeak a bit.

I’ve looks right at my dad’s crotch and back up at me— like he’s taking for my permission.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, I knew this wasn’t a boundary I was going to be able to come back from.

I nodded my head and Cameron pulled my dad’s briefs off. My father’s 11 inch hairy dick was now in my crushes hands.

He fondled dad’s big hairy balls and planted his noise right into dad’s taint.

He kisses his cock head a couple of times before he forced dad’s dick down his throat.

I ran dad’s hands through Cam’s curly brown hair while he gave me the best blow job ever.

Cam ran his free hand all over dad’s body, I was coming close.

“Cam I’m about to cum!”

Cam takes all of my dad’s load down his throat.

He says to me, “I want you to jerk me off with your dad’s big manly feet.”

I giggled and said, “okay!”

I used dad’s feet to stroke cam’s 8 inch dick listening to him moan. Cams feet were positioned right near me to touch. I rubbed them and while watching Cam get so much pleasure from a foot job.

Cam let out one last scream of a moan as he squirted all over my dad’s feet.

I watched him lick every inch of cum off of them.

He crawled up to me and we laid in bed together while I cuddled him.

“So are you bringing your dad’s body to the pool tomorrow?”

I grinned at him, “Now I am!”

[ohisms]

↪   ᵀᴴᴱ 𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐾 .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  season  1  of fox's sitcom ,  “ the mick ” .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . will be updated !  )

oh my god , why do you have gasoline ?!

we're fine , not that it's any of your concern .

stay out of trouble .

no , you're not coming in with me .

you're embarrassing . you embarrass me . i'm embarrassed of you .

can i bum a smoke , please ?

it's okay , i already have a dollar .

i get the sense that you're in need a lot .

i don't have a problem . you do , otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation .

what do you mean ? you invited me .

i got into yale , that doesn't mean i'm going .

the scales of justice tip in favor of the wealthy .

if we throw enough money at this thing , i'm sure it'll go away .

let's catch up in ten years when you need another loan .

i feel like we got off on the wrong foot .

i want you to come to me with boy problems . or girl problems , i don't assume .

i know you think you're pretty clever with this plan to drink me under the table , but there's two problems ... you're not , .. & you can't .

she's not dead , i can see her breathing .

i cannot count the number of times i've been ripped off a barstool & thrown in a cage .

i should probably get out of the house , yesterday kinda got away from me .

i don't like these people . but i like you .

why are we at a poor person's restaurant ?

don't touch my stuff , psycho .

no , i don't believe you . you're lying .

uh , i don't know , maybe because you're a lying bitch .

okay , look , i understand this stuff is really hard to hear .

let's just keep our voices down , okay ?

you think i care about these idiots ?

what is wrong with you ? you're making a scene .

how's that for a scene ?! dinner & a show !

i know what you're up to , & you're not gonna get away with it .

i'm sorry , you think you're in charge ?

once all this is gone , all that's left is this . & nobody wants just this .

wait , wait , wait ! i'm coming with you !

i will only go if i have your blessing .

if you need anything at all , do not hesitate to call 911 .

[ name ] , my beautiful angel !

i heard about that little accident you had .

so , this is it ! home sweet home .

holy crap , you're alive ...

what are you doing here ? are you living at my place ?

okay , i'm sensing some major hostility here .

i thought you were dead !

don't pay attention to him , he's no one .

— i'm just kidding ! oh , i'm so sorry , your face ...

no ... you're joking — this is a joke , right ?

i'm gonna go freshen up , this'll be fun !

my legs are heavy , but my mind is light ...

wait , why is my window open ?

do i look like i'm playing games ?

we both burnt that bridge , it doesn't matter who lit the match .

i need you to do me a favor , i did you a favor .

oh , thank god you're here . you've gotta help us .

oh , i'm not going anywhere .

what do you want me to do about it ?

knock - knock ... can i come in ?

oh ... i get it . you're jealous .

enough with the guessing games , i'm freaking out over here .

fine . i'll fix this myself .

i thought we agreed i'm the boss ?!

if you saw my silence as agreeing with you , that's on you .

don't take it personally , his heart just isn't for sale .

not now , [ name ] , i'm gloating .

[ name ] ?! since when do you smoke ?

HEY .. !! [ name ] . just the person i wanted to see .

i haven't gone this long without a smoke in years .

either be part of the solution or get the hell out .

well , now i feel like you're lying .

regardless of how we got here , i'm having a really good time .

is it ? is it creepy to be ahead of everybody at all times ?

i want to squeeze you around your neck until you can't breathe .

i said that forever ago when i was young and dumb .

if i were you , i would take this opportunity to lay low .

that's the opposite of what i just suggested .

[ name ] , you've been overruled .

i don't mean to offend you , you don't fit the [ surname ] brand .

it's already happening , we're becoming socially radioactive .

i'm sorry , that night is a blur of bad pinot and intolerable conversation .

oh , so you're a liar too ?

i was sitting at home , and then i remembered you're not my boss .

what's the matter ? little plan didn't work ?

[his-lune]

☾ Tamed | Bakugou Katsuki ☽

A/N: Hoping this one turned out well! Katsuki was immediately my favorite character when I first started MHA.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Fluff, semi-crack

Warnings: Some cursing (obvi), Katsuki's hair from his internship (yes, I'm counting that as a warning)

As you hummed to yourself, you walked towards the 1-A classroom, thinking over everything you had learned at your internship. You mindlessly glanced around the halls, watching as friends laughed with each other before school would start. Without even realizing it, Ochaco had run up behind you, jumping onto your back with her arms wrapped around your neck. The sudden feeling of someone clinging to your body had you jolting in surprise. 

“Y/n!” Ochaco started with a giggle as she dropped down from your form. “How was your internship? I learned so much from Gunhead!” 

You giggled as you lightly bumped your shoulder against hers, “Yeah? Can you show me some of the things this weekend when we spar?” 

“Yeah! Maybe you can teach me some of the things you learned as well?” Ochaco said while rubbing her chin in thought. Before she could say anything else, the both of you reached your classroom.

“Oh. My. God.” You said quietly as you abruptly stopped in the classroom doorway with wide eyes, Ochaco squeaking as she ran into your back. You could hear her mumbling, but didn’t pay any attention to her as the sight in front of you had your full attention. Eijirou and Hanta were both laughing and pointing at Katsuki who had an… interesting hairdo 

Katsuki heard the quiet words, immediately darting his eyes towards you. His eyes widened and he tensed at the look in your eyes, “Don’t.”

“Katsuki…” You fought back a smile as you slowly made your way to where he was standing with Eijirou and Hanta. The closer you got, the more tense he became. He knew exactly what you were going to say.

He glared at you and crossed his arms, “Y/n…” Seeing the gradually growing blush on his cheeks, you had the sense that he wasn’t actually going to be mad. Even if his form was posed as if he was getting ready to take down a villain. 

“You look so handsome, Suki!” you squealed as you finally made your way to him. You immediately clung to him and continued cooing at him. He mumbled to himself as he glared at you with flushed cheeks all the while you grinned up at him. 

Katsuki scoffed as he half-heartedly tried to pry you off of him, “Stop it, Y/n. It’s not funny.” Ignoring him, you chose to reach up and pinch his still red cheeks. This caused Hanta and Eijirou to start laughing once more. 

“Holy crap! What the heck, Bakugou?” Both Eijirou and Hanta exclaimed as they tried and failed to hold back their laughter. Holding back your snort at their antics, you gripped Katsuki’s arm even tighter. 

Katsuki glared at the two as his body shook with all the rage he tried to hold back, “Stop laughing! My hair’s gotten used to this and I can’t get it back the right way.”  The way two of his friends were still dying at his appearance, he almost blew up on them. “Did you not hear me? I’ll kill you both.” 

“Ignore them, Katsu! I think you look gorgeous!” You giggled up at him, hearts in your eyes. The explosion-quirk boy couldn’t even look you in the eyes, too embarrassed to have you seeing him like this.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Katsuki’s already red face was turning even darker. How was that even possible? “Shut up! I’m not gorgeous! You are!” As if realizing the words he had uttered, he scoffed and tried even harder to pry your clinging form from him.

His words had your heart pounding in your chest. He thought you were gorgeous?! Feeling your own cheeks become hot, you subtly patted them with the hand that wasn’t holding onto Katsuki.

“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy,” Hanta playfully said which caused Eijirou to guffaw even more. You couldn’t hold back the snicker that left you, innocently looking up at the raging boy beside you, as if you hadn’t found it funny.

Having had enough of everything happening, Katsuki blew up on the two, “What’d you call me?!” His arm had immediately wrapped around your waist, holding you close so you wouldn’t be knocked down from the force of his yelling. While you were slightly annoying him with your teasing (he secretly loved it), he didn’t want you to get hurt. He never wanted you to get hurt.

“Hey, there it goes!” Both Hanta and Eijirou cried out as they still couldn’t stop laughing. You expected Katsuki to release your body as he yelled at his teasing friends, but instead he just held you closer to him. The feeling of his fingers gripping your waist caused your breath to catch in your throat. 

Their little dispute went on for another minute before Hanta and Eijirou left to catch up with everyone else and learn about their internships. Once they were gone, Katsuki finally looked down at you, still not noticing his arm currently wrapped around your waist. 

“You okay, dumbass?” He mumbled as he glanced all over your face, making sure he hadn’t hurt you. He would hate himself if he was the cause of your pain. 

Gulping, you shyly nodded at one of your best friends, “Yeah, I’m good. You didn’t hurt me or anything.” You could both see and feel his body relax as your reassurance washed over him. “Um…” You trailed off, as you rubbed your nape in slight embarrassment, hoping he couldn’t hear your pounding heart. 

“What is it?” Katsuki scoffed at your expression. “What’s wrong with your face?” Instead of saying anything, your eyes glanced down at where his arm was still placed around you. Getting the hint, the ash-blonde slowly moved his gaze to where you were staring at. 

His eyes widened with shock, cheeks once more flushing with heat. He immediately let go of you with a scoff, “Forget everything that just happened.” Though it was said as a threat, both you and him knew he didn’t mean it. He was just embarrassed from having been caught holding onto you like a boyfriend would. 

The ash-blonde’s shoulders were hunched as if he was trying to hide away from everyone. As he stalked to his assigned seat, you couldn’t help but giggle quietly to yourself. Allowing yourself to glance one last time at Katsuki, you smiled and turned to head towards the other girls. They were all standing around Ochaco’s desk discussing what happened at their internships. Right as you were about to explain your own experiences, Katsuki’s loud voice rang throughout the classroom. 

“Shut up, Shitty Hair!” He yelled, standing up from his seat with his heated palms flat on his desk as he glared over at the red-haired boy. “I don’t like-” He cut himself off once he saw everyone staring at him in silence.

Katsuki glared and scoffed at everyone, telling them to “mind their own damn business” before his eyes met yours. Seeing you stare at him with confusion, your head tilted in a cute way, had him shrinking in his seat while covering his cheeks. He hoped you hadn’t noticed how his normally pale cheeks were a burning mess. He tried to discreetly glance at you one last time, but his gaze met yours. The shy smile on your face paired with adoration-filled eyes had him shyly smiling back before he turned back to Eijirou to continue his ranting.

©his-lune 2024 ;; don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Punch At First Sight

Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader -> You and Lockwood have met a few times before, however after a punch to the face for the third time, Lockwood, which a push from Lucy, decides to make things different.

Disclaimer: Multiple uses of the f-word. Mentions of accidental violence, ghosts, Kipps being a dick, a slap across the face. Fluff, angst, hints of jealousy, and Lucy giving Lockwood a needed talking to. Not Proof Read.

It was meant to be an easy case. 

A couple of type ones haunting an abandoned building just outside of London. The local ghost hunters had all created that big of a myth they had scared themselves away. And the cost of a Fittes agent was too high of a price for the type of ghosts they had. So, Lockwood and Co were the business chosen. 

Only, it would have been nice to know if one of the previous agents had reached out to an old friend to take care of the job as well. 

But, no. 

Instead, whilst listening out for the ghosts, Lockwood stepped around a corner and when getting ready to attack what he thought was a ghost, he was met with a punch to the face and then a voice calling out; “Oh my god, you’re human.”

“Do you make a habit of punching ghosts?”

Then, through watered eyes, he saw the outline of the person who had punched him and it seemed she had clear enough vision in the dark to recognise him. 

“Lockwood?”

“Wait.” he knew that voice. “Y/n?”

“Holy crap. I am so sorry. Are you okay? Wait. Why are you even here?”

“The same as you, I’m guessing. Unless you tend to sneak into abandoned buildings at two in the morning.”

“Sophie didn’t even tell me they hired someone else. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Lockwood managed to stand up straight this time just as Lucy and George came running round the corner. 

“We heard a scream.”

“What’s going on?”

George looked from Lockwood to you. “Y/n?”

“Hi, George.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you, too.”

“She was hired.” Lockwood explained just before Lucy spotted him. 

“Holy crap, are you okay?”

Lockwood nodded. “Just a little stunned.”

“I really am sorry.”

“We really have to stop meeting like this.” Lockwood said, with a slight smile as he looked at you. 

Then came a scream. 

“Considering we’re all here and considering no-one else was hired to do this job-” George began. 

“That wasn’t a human.” Lucy finished. 

“And since we’re here with minimal weapons.”

One of the ghosts, a woman, came floating through a wall and turned to look at them. 

“Run?” you offered. 

“Run.” Lucy replied. 

Making a break for it, you all tried to outrun the ghost before another one of her friends joined her, pushing all four of you down a different corridor. 

“I’m Lucy, by the way.”

“Y/n. Nice to meet you.”

“You, too.”

By the time the sun was beginning to rise over the city, you all made it back to Portland Row where a fresh bruise had made its way to decorate Lockwood’s face. 

“You have a hell of a punch.” Lockwood said before prodding his own bruise in his reflection of the pan on the stove. 

You chuckled, pulling a bag of peas from the freezer before closing it and walking over. “Quit moaning. It could have been worse. Here.”

Standing, Lockwood seemed to have grown even taller than you. Taller than when you’d both last met. 

Looking at you, you watched as his eyes closed at the cold contact of the bag as you pressed it to his face. 

“Hold it there for a while. It should help with the swelling.”

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this.”

You narrowed your gaze a little and clicked your tongue. “You’ve already used that line.”

“Have I?” Lockwood seemed to think for a moment before, “Oh, yeah. Suppose I have. But it is true.”

“Hey, the first time was an accident. I thought you were trying to-”

“The first time is an accident, three times is a pattern.”

You smiled sheepishly. “An accidental pattern.”

“Sure about that?”

“Yes.” you said before, “Maybe? Can never be too careful when hunting alone.”

Lockwood’s demeanour changed for a moment. “Alone? You’re hunting alone again?”

“Relax. I’m safe enough.” 

You moved backwards and began to tidy the kitchen a little to give yourself something to do whilst Lockwood leaned back against the kitchen counter, lowering the frozen bag from his face so he could watch you more closely. 

“Are you?”

“Yes, Lockwood. I’m fine. Honestly, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t.”

You held his gaze for a moment, a million thoughts running through your head until it landed on He’s just a friend…

From there, you shifted yourself from the kitchen table and placed the empty glasses in your hand in the sink beside him. 

“Move here.”

“What?”

Lockwood stood tall once more and turned to face you properly. “Move in here. Lucy got a deal when she bought her bed, so she’s got a second one spare. We can set it up on the other side of the loft. I don’t like the thought of you hunting alone.”

“Lockwood, I said I’m fine.”

“What happens if something happens to you? Look, I can put you on the payroll so it won’t be a favour. You’ll be working with us. And you’ll have a team behind you. You’ll also be safe. Please.”

“Lockwood-”

“Please.”

Looking up at him, you saw the desperation in his eyes. 

It wasn’t often he opened himself up or let himself show any kind of vulnerability but when he did…

“Okay. Fine. But you can’t hover over me.”

“I don’t hover.”

“You hover.”

“No I don’t.” 

“Why did George kick you out of the Archive room in the last case we were in together?”

Lockwood thought back and when he didn’t answer, you answered for him. 

“Because you hover.”

“Okay, maybe I hover a little.”

“But before anything is written, the others have to agree. Lucy, too.”

“She will. I know so. It’ll be nice for her to not be outnumbered.”

You moved in three days later.

Lucy had prepared the spare bed for you and even decorated the walls behind your bed with a couple of pictures she found in some old boxes that had yourself, George and Lockwood in them. 

“I didn’t know what you’d want to do, but I thought I would do something to help at least.”

“I love it.” you smiled, dropping one of the boxes onto your bed. “Thank you.”

Over the following week, yourself and Lucy got to know one another, sharing stories late into the night when researching cases and in desperate need of a break. 

Lucy came to learn what Lockwood meant by the punch when you all met not being the first time. You came to find out what brought Lucy to London. And you both came to discover that, with the right planning, you could both scare Lockwood and George. 

Only, one night, George and Lucy decided to tag team which also gave them a chance to talk about you and Lockwood. 

“Do they know? They have to know.”

“Don’t bother.” George sighed. “Three years and nothing has changed.”

“They’ve been like that for three years?”

George just nodded. 

“Seriously?”

“You know I walked into the kitchen yesterday and they were slow dancing in the kitchen and…it was like nothing happened.”

“Yeah…” 

“What?”

“What?” Lucy asked. 

“Your face. You have that…look.”

“What look?”

“The “I’m making a plan” face.”

“Maybe because I am.”

“Well then?”

“What if we tried?”

“I already have.”

“Maybe,” Lucy nodded. “But that was then. Now you’ve got me. Tag-team. What do you say?”

“Well, considering it would take an earthquake to wake them both up from whatever coma they’ve convinced themselves that they’re in…sure. Why not? But how.”

“I haven’t got that far into the plan yet.”

But it didn’t take too long. 

After six months of living with each other, the plan practically made itself. The chemistry between yourself and Lockwood was palpable and even more so when you were outside together. 

Like when you and Lockwood were in the library with George and Lucy where Lockwood was standing behind you, reading the section of paper you were pointing to, his arms caging you in from where you sat, when a group of Fittes Agents waltzed over. 

“You might want to give your girlfriend a little breathing room, Tony. After all, PDA can be off putting especially in such a public place.”

Standing, and not denying it, Lockwood practically burned Kipps a hole in the ground for him to fall through. 

“Relax, Tony. Just having a little fun. So, are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?”

“I’m not his girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Kipps couldn’t help but widen his smile. “You’re not. Well then, Tony.”

However, you were up like a shot standing beside Lockwood. “But I would be very careful in your next choice of words. He might not be my boyfriend but he is my friend.”

Closer up, Kipps seemed to recognise you. Or at least, that’s what his face told you. 

“You know, for all the people in the world, I wouldn't have considered one of the best rogue agents being best buddies with our very own Anthony Lockwood.”

“And why not?”

“Although, rogue is very fitting for Tony. After all, it was breaking the rules that got him into trouble in the first place. Sweetheart, if I were you, I’d walk away whilst you still can.”

The only thing anyone could remember was hearing the contact of your palm across Kipps’ cheek and the red mark left in its place. 

“Fuck you.”

It took a moment to get over the shock before Kipps and his team walked away and you relaxed a little before grabbing your jacket and telling the others you’d be back. 

“Are you-”

“I’m fine, Lockwood. I’ll be back in five.”

It was in those five minutes that one of Kipps’ team found you by the vending machine. 

“I’m sorry about what he said.”

“Why? You didn’t say it. And I’m guessing you’re assigned to be with him.”

“Still, I could have said something to stop him and I didn’t.”

“Something tells me even if you did, he still would have said it anyway.”

“Maybe.”

“What’s your name?”

“Victor.”

“Nice to meet you,Victor.”

Meanwhile, across the room and up a level, Lucy spotted you talking to Victor. Even laughing every once in a while. And when Lockwood joined her, she saw the pain in his eyes before a brick wall came up. 

“We should be getting ready. George found something. I’ll be back in a minute.”

For the rest of the day, Lockwood seemed closed up. Especially towards you. 

“What is your problem?” you eventually asked him. 

“Nothing.”

“Lockwood, I heard you snap at Lucy earlier.”

“She made a mistake.”

“Exactly,” you cut him off. “A mistake. And she’s never made one before.”

“One that could have put one of us in serious danger-”

“We were outside the perimeter.” You could have laughed, until Lockwood asked you a question you weren't expecting. 

“Do you like him?”

“Who?”

“The guy you were talking to earlier.”

“Kipps? You did see me slap him, didn’t you-”

“Not Kipps. Vinny. Or Vincent or…whatever his name is.”

You thought back for a moment. “Victor.”

Lockwood nodded. 

“Do I like him? What are we? 12?”

“Just answer the question.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to know if you’re fraternising with the enemy.”

You laughed. “Fraternizing?”

But when Lockwood didn’t change, you did. 

“You know what, fuck you, Lockwood. What I do with my time outside of work is no concern to you. You know what, do this yourself. I’ll go and help George.”

A few minutes later, Lucy walked inside the room to a very grumpy Lockwood. 

“What the hell did you do? Fraternising? This isn’t Bridgerton, Lockwood.”

“Will you just help with the set-up?”

Sighing, Lucy did as she was told, but not before telling Lockwood a couple things he desperately needed to hear. 

“You’re gonna lose her.”

“What?”

Picking up some of the iron chains and laying them down, Lucy explained. “It might not be Victor, but one day it will be someone. And it probably won’t be long before they come along and whisk her away from your grumpy arse because you’re too stubborn to tell her the truth.”

“What truth?”

“That you like her. Love her, even. If my gut feeling is right. And it usually is.”

“Lucy-”

“Look, you can go on being an arsehole because you’re scared. Or you can talk to her. All I’m saying is do something about it before somebody else does. Both me and George have seen the way you look at her. It’s more than you want to admit, Lockwood. But one day you’re going to have to, or else you are going to lose her and all you’ll have is a bruised eye and a broken nose once every couple of years, if that.”

Lucy didn’t say anything else after that but Lockwood did apologise for snapping at her earlier which she forgave him for after calling him a frustrating bastard. From then, she watched as you all completed the job together and that look that she often saw in Lockwood’s eyes, returned when he looked at you. 

Yet, by the time you had all gotten home, he still hadn't apologised to you. So, with a hard nudge from Lucy, Lockwood finally made his way to find you. 

“Do something before somebody else does, and that includes apologising. And she’s in the Library. Goodnight.”

Lockwood stood outside of the Library door for a while, trying his best to find the right words so he wouldn’t end up with a broken nose, despite how much he probably deserved one. 

You had lit the fire to try and cancel out the cold that had seeped in through a forgotten open window, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought it was midnight, not 6 in the morning. 

“Hey.”

Looking behind you, you tried your best not to roll your eyes at Lockwood as he walked inside. 

“I’m just looking over some old cases. Just so you know that I’m not fraternising with the enemy by reading a book.”

“I shouldn’t have said it like that.” Lockwood began. “I shouldn’t have said it at all. I just…I guess I panicked.”

“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it.”

“You’re right. And I’m sorry.”

You looked at him.

“Really, really sorry. For the fraternising comment and the bullshit excuse.”

You took a minute and it was the longest minute of his life. 

“Okay, guess I can forgive you.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“I know, that’s why I forgave you. But a cup of tea wouldn’t hurt.”

Lockwood smiled. “Okay. One tea coming up.”

Only, as he walked away, you answered his question. 

“And I’m not…fraternising with the enemy. Victor and I were just talking. I think you’d like him. I think he might hate Kipps just as much as you do. And, no.” you shook your head. “I don’t like him. Just so you know…”

Lockwood nodded and for a moment, turned to walk away until Lucy’s words echoed again in his head. 

“Do something about it, before somebody else does.”

So he did. 

Sighing under his breath, he took the jump, turned around and reached for you. 

Taking your head in his hands, he cupped your jaw before bringing your lips to his. At first, it shocked you and for a split second, he thought he was about to get his nose broken for good this time. 

Until you kissed back. 

You felt yourself stumble a little but Lockwood caught you, holding you close to him before his forehead came to touch yours, your eyes still closed. 

“Wow.”

“I’m sorry but I just had to-”

You shook your head, “Don’t apologise.”

“No?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “No.”

“So you’re not going to break my nose.”

“Not this time,” you laughed a little. 

“Okay…then I’m gonna jump. I like you. Well, I more than like you. Like way, way more. And I…I want to do something about it before someone else does.”

“Like Victor?”

“Yeah,” Lockwood laughed a little. “Like Victor.”

“Then…good. I’m glad you finally jumped.”

“You are.”

You nodded. “I mean, you have terrible timing but yeah, I’m glad you jumped.”

“Good.”

“Good. Now, are you gonna kiss me again or am I gonna have to-”

Lockwood didn’t need telling twice. 

[beatrixstonehill2]

A man with his phone out, conducting interviews walked the festival grounds of a local Pride event. He came upon a group of four girls and stopped, using his phone to pan across them as they giggled, huddling together. "What have we here? You ladies mind answering a quick survey."

"No," they said, shaking their heads.

"Excellent. From left to right, who am I speaking to?"

"Tiffany."

"Brooke."

"Jamie."

"Riley."

"OK, great, I'm Brett. So I'm conducting interviews with trans girls for polling purposes on our website."

"Awesome!" Tiffany said.

"What gave us away?" Riley asked, smiling big.

Brett smiled. "Oh you four don't pass very well, I could tell you were boys."

The girls all shifted, trying to hide the erections being called male gave them. Brooke's nine-inch cock very obviously strained against her shorts. She cooed softly.

Tiffany scoffed. "Ew, Brooke, you aren't about to cum are you?"

"No......" Brooke said.

"Easy, guys," Brett said. "I don't need you gooners cumming all over yourselves I'm sure you do plenty of that on your own. Speaking of which, from left to right, how many hours a day do you spend masturbating to pornography, and what's your preferred genre?"

"About eight hours," Tiffany said. "I watch videos of pregnant girls getting groped and raped on public transportation, especially if they have big boobs."

"Ten hours....." Brooke said. "I watch detrans hypnosis and forced detrans content the most."

"Six hours," Jamie said. "Mostly what Tiffany said. I love seeing pregnant college girls getting ganged up on and force fucked!"

"Ten hours," Riley said. "I watch extreme public bdsm and humiliation a lot. Some detrans stuff, too."

"Wow," Brett said. "Doing my work for me. Next question, how often do you fantasize about detransitioning?"

"All the time," Tiffany said. "I'm so sick of being on E, I've had like two breast reductions since high school. They keep getting so big I get dysphoric."

"Ugh, same, about to schedule my third reduction," Brooke complained, her cock very obviously erect. "I just want to commit and start taking testosterone like Ashley last year, he's so much hotter as a guy."

"A lot," Jamie said. "I see all the fun guys have groping and fucking girls and I'm so jealous. It's humiliating getting ass fucked by guys at frat parties instead of being the dominant one.... Every time I see a pregnant girl on campus I just want to rip off her clothes and show her I'm really a guy!"

Riley bit her lip. "I actually might've gone off estrogen last week...... I'm detransing."

"What!? Congrats!" Tiffany said.

"OMG lucky! I want to detrans soooo bad!" Brooke said.

Brett smiled. "Congrats. Next question..... how many fakegirls have you seen detrans this past year alone at college? Riley included, I guess."

"Oh God.... counting Riley? Ummmm....." Tiffany counted on her fingers, struggling to find the number. "At least ten. There's a rumor going around that Veronica is detransing, too."

"The one with the KK-Cup boobs? Wow, I can't blame her," Jamie said.

Brooke rubbed her cock through her shorts. "I know fifteen who detransed."

"Fifteen, who else am I missing?" Tiffany asked.

"Well, that cute art teacher, Miss Moore, the one who's like 23 with the big ass and the H-Cup implants...."

"Wait she's detransing? No way!" Riley said.

"Yep, she announced it on Instagram not too long ago.... I goon to her sometimes."

"Jesus Brooke, you're hopeless...." Tiffany said.

"And that couple, Emily and Lydia, you know the ones who're always wearing the skimpy dresses that show off their cocks?"

"No way are they detransing," Jamie said, rubbing her own growing erection in her shorts. "I don't believe it."

"It's true, I was in the girls' room, um..... eavesdropping one day and they went into a stall, made out, and shot up testosterone together, giggling like crazy."

"Wow, I thought I noticed their voices dropped, holy crap..... Well, uh, I could only think of like eight, so I'm out."

Riley shrugged. "I was thinking of fourteen, didn't know about Miss Moore, good for him!"

Brett smiled. "Last question: Why haven't you detransed yet?"

Tiffany shrugged. "I dunno.... I really want to get rid of my boobs and just be a guy already but I've been living as a girl so long, ughhhh.... I probably should though, since I don't even pass well, right?"

"Not one bit," Brett said.

Tiffany bit her lip, her ten-inch cock getting erect, pressing against her skirt.

Brooke rubbed her cock shamelessly. "I think I'm gonna go off E today. Screw it, I only continued being a girl because my family convinced me to socially transition so young. I'm gonna detrans!"

"That's the spirit," Brett said.

Jamie giggled. "Now I'm feeling left out..... I guess I never detransed because there was a lot of pressure not to, because I was a trans girl who started blockers in junior high and everyone found me super inspirational I never thought of speaking up..... I've wanted to detrans for a while now. Finally fuck some cute pregnant coeds like a guy my age should be!"

"And you already know my answer," Riley said, lifting her skirt to show her growing eight-inch cock.

"Wow, thank you guys, this went just as I hoped. How about it, Tiffany and Jamie, why not join Brooke and Riley and detrans already?"

Tiffany and Jamie looked at each other and smiled. "OK! Fuck it, let's do it!" Tiffany said.

"Hell yes, finally! I am going to fuck so many busty preggo sluts! Yes!"

"Well, my work here is done. Another very successful pride, pose for me please, and take out your cocks."

The 'girls' did as instructed, showing off their big, rock-hard cocks for Brett, pumping them as people walked by grossed out, glaring in disgust.

"On a count of three, say 'We can't wait to detrans' with a big smile. One, two, three!"

"We can't wait to detrans!" all four fakegirls happily said, bobbing up and down, their cocks and scrotums out for all to see, bouncing freely. Brooke at last came as they did this together, hands free, moaning softly with a big smile, eyes rolled back as she shot a dozen loads.

Brett smiled. "Wow, to think how much you'll cum after going on T." He whistled. "So with you four, that makes forty-six fakegirls I've convinced to detrans today alone. Poor delusional men, it doesn't take much, almost like all of you fantasize about stopping your little game of make believe. I better find a few more of you, it'd be a shame if I didn't break fifty."

[20nugs]

I NEED YOU TO WRITE THIS

ok so, basically the reader and matt had a lil make out sesh and she was wearing lipstick and he had it all over his lips and face, and she didn’t tell him, so when they went to see nick and chris well…

PUH-LEASE THIS WOULD BE SO FUNNY

Lipstick Kisses

a/n: this is such an amazing idea

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

cw: making out😼

summary: request😍

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I come out of the bathroom after finishing my makeup, and I am immediately met with Matt sitting on my bed. "Holy crap," he says, standing up, his eyes trained on me, "you look so good!"

I laugh as he grabs my hands to pull me closer to him. "Thank you honey, I knew you'd like it," I say, smiling as he frames my face with his hands. He pulls me in for a soft kiss that turns almost immediately hungry and passionate. I could kiss his lips for days, drinking in his taste.

I hazily remember that I'm wearing lipstick, but I disregard the thought as Matt breaks the kiss briefly to tilt his head and dive back in, kissing me even deeper this time. My head turns fuzzy and the only thing I can focus on is his lips on mine and his hands on my body, not even noticing when Matt walks us backwards to sit on the bed.

I pull back to catch my breath. As Matt does the same, I press kisses all over his face. I pull away from his skin and giggle at the sight of his face being covered in lipstick marks and kisses. "What?" He breaths, his eyes full of adoration.

"Nothing," I murmur, still lightly laughing. He smiles at me and catches my lips with his. When we break apart, I ask, "Wanna go grab something to eat?"

Matt smiles. "Yeah, c'mon," he says, pulling me off the bed. I take the lead down the stairs, Matt trailing behind me with his hand in mine. I smile to myself, remembering he is still very much covered in lipstick.

"Hey guys, we're gonna go grab some food, do you want anything?" I call out to Chris and Nick in the kitchen.

Chris rounds the corner, still looking at his phone. "Yeah can you get me some nug-" his words are cut off as he looks up at us. "So that's what was taking you guys so long," he snickers. Chris brings his phone up to eye level and takes a picture.

"Bro, what?" Matt asks, confused. "Why are you taking a picture?" Just then, Nick comes around the corner.

"Oh my God," Nick laughs. "There's no way."

"What the fuck is going on?" Matt asks me. I can't help but laugh as he looks at me. Chris laughs and silently shows Matt the picture he took. Matt's eyes widen.

"Looks like you were busy," Chris says, smirking. A blush creeps up onto Matt's face.

"Shut up," he mutters, rolling his eyes playfully. "I'm gonna go wash this off," he says, turning on his heel, embarrassed.

"No, don't wash it, it's so cute!" I smile. Matt huffs and stays where he is.

"Fine, but only 'cause you asked," he says, his face a beet red. I beam at him and lace my hand with his as Nick shakes his head.

"I guess we'll be off then," I say, pulling Matt with me to the door.

"Don't be kissing on all our food," Chris calls after us, and I giggle as I hear Nick's laughter. Matt's ears turn pink and he groans, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever," he mumbles, but still allows me to press another lipstick kiss to his cheek, showing anyone who sees him that he's mine.

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a/n pt2: not proofread correctly cuz it's 1 am😻 don't be afraid to comment any mistakes you see!!

[miley1442111]

reaction confession- r.cameron (part 5)

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summary: a confession makes things even more confusing…

a/n: this takes place in a au where the stuff that happens in the show doesn't happen :) (also sorry this took so long to update, loads of stuff has been happening in my personal life that has put my hobbies in the back burner :)

tropes: childhood bestfriends to lovers, enemies to lovers

pairing: rafe cameron x fem! reader, jj maybank x reader (dw, not for long)

(use of Y/n, and the nickname Bunny/ bun (but i promise not in a weird way there's a story to it i swear it's not just one of those weird smut things))

warnings: mentions of drugs and drug use and drinking, fighting, cursing, Richard is a dick, rafe's mental health, reader is going through it, reader is going through it, talks of sex and feeling regret after it, mentions of dead parents and sibling, rafe being jealous, rafe is also going through it, rafe treats reader like crap, talk of nudes, mentions of sex, kissing,(and I think that's it?)

not entirely proofread

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Rafe was not a nice drunk. He was not a nice person, full stop. At least, that’s what he thought.

It was early to be getting drunk, but he didn’t care. Barry didn’t have any coke, and the Country Club didn’t care how drunk he got, he was a Cameron for fuck’s sake.

“Another,” he slurred at Jj. “Thanks.”

Jj placed yet another beer in front of Rafe. God, Jj was almost pitying him. Rafe used to be the ‘cool guy’. Everyone wanted to be friends with him, correction, everyone wanted to be friends with him and you.

Why weren’t you responding? Jj had texted you 4 hours ago. He checked his phone again.

“Why do you keep checking your phone?” Rafe asked. No snark, no rude tone, just a genuine question. Jj might as well indulge him.

“Waiting for a message,” he shrugged.

“Who from?”

“Y/n,” Jj answered, drying a glass.

“Why are you texting Y/n?” Rafe questioned, confused.

“We’re hooking up? I think, but I'm not sure. We hooked up last night, but now she’s not responding.”

Rafe was sober. His blood boiled. His mind raced. “Oh.”

You and Jj. You and Jj fucked. Jj fucked you. You fucked Jj. It made Rafe sick. How the fuck did he let that happen? You were with him yesterday, and he made you run off and fuck Jj.

How did he keep messing everything up?

“Right,” he nodded, and walked off, back to his table with the rest of the boys.

“I was trying to text Bunny,” Richard, one of the newest Kook boys sighed. “Yeah, she just… she’s blanking me dude. It’s so shit,”

“Sounds like what she did to you, huh?” Kelce smirked, turning to Rafe.

“She didn’t ghost me,” Rafe answered, speaking lowly.

“What?” Kecle scoffed.

“I ghosted her.”

“You fucking liar,” Topper chuckled. “I fucking knew it.”

“Doesn’t mean she isn’t fucking ghosting Rich, dipshit,” Rafe shot back, his anger rising.

Then Richard’s phone dinged. He turned it over and a message from you sat on the screen.

Y/n: Please stop texting me about nudes, I’m not sending you shit.

Rafe saw red.

“You motherfucker,” Rafe shook his head, voice low and slow. He leaned over the bar and grabbed him by the collar. “If you ever, and I mean ever fucking see you near her again, I will genuinely kill you Richard. I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Relax man, it’s not a big deal-“

“Did you fucking hear me?”

“You can’t control her-“

“But I can control you,” that ended the conversation. At least, he thought it did. That was until Richard swung at him, and something in Rafe told him not to fight back.

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He looked like shit. Busted lip, blown up eye, and a split eyebrow. He knocked on your door, just needing you. He may have also gotten extremely drunk on his way to your house… just maybe.

You opened the door and gasped, immediately bringing a hand up to examine him. “Holy shit, Rafe.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go,” he mumbled as you took him in. You sat him on your kitchen counter and began the tedious process of cleaning him up.

“You shouldn’t be fighting Rafe,” you scoffed. “Fucking hell Rafe.”

“‘M sorry baby,” he muttered.

“This is ridiculous, what were you even fighting about?”

“You.”

You stopped cleaning his eyebrow, staring at him.“Richard.”

He nodded, his hands circling your waist. “He’s not going near you again.”

“Rafe…”

“I didn’t fight him back,” he explained. “I’m being better for you. I’m not scary, I promise. ‘Don’t want you to be afraid of me. I’d never hurt you Bun, you know that right? ‘Never fucking hurt you.”

You felt bad for him, more than anything. You placed a hand on his cheek. “I’m not afraid of you Rafe. You’re just… rough sometimes.”

“I’ll be gentle, I just need you Bun. I love you Bunny.”

“Don’t say that,” you sighed. “Don’t stay things you don’t mean,” you contrived cleaning up his face, but he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your palm.

“I mean it. ‘Fucking love you. You’re my everything Bun-“

“Rafe.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you chuckled. “Just let me clean you up, and we can talk in the morning.”

“Can I stay?”

“I’m hardly letting you walk home like this,” you shook your head.

You cleaned him up, gave him an old hoodie of your dads and brought him into your room. “Lie down Rafe, I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Don’t leave me-“

“I’ll be in the next room,” you sighed.

“Bunny!” He whined.

“4 minutes,” you promised. You left him in your bed and started beating up some random freezer food that you could find. Then, the reality of the situation hit you. Rafe was in your bed, bruised and banged up, he told you he loved you, he asked you out, and he told you he needed you.

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” he said, low, sober now. He leant against the doorframe, watching you like prey.

“I’m not,” you sighed. “It was just… a lot earlier. Alright?”

“I’m not scary to you, right?” He questioned. “You’re not afraid of me, right?”

You could hear his footsteps getting closer, his presence engulfing you. You could smell the liquor off him, practically taste it. You could hear his breathing, low and steady. You could feel his footsteps on the wooden floor. He was so close he could touch you if he tried to.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you answered, turning around and looking him in the eyes. “You’re just rough sometimes.”

He nodded, his eyes filling with tears. He believed you, he truly did. But he didn’t deserve your kindness, he didn’t deserve you to be so fucking nice to him.

“Oh, Rafe,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him closer. “It’s alright.”

“It’s not alright,” he cried, the dam breaking. “It’s not alright.”

He picked you up and put you on the counter, burying his face in your neck as you held him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, brushing through his buzz cut slowly.

“I abandoned you,” he whispered. “And I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head. “That was a long time ago-“

“No it wasn’t! You should be angry with me, you should hate me, I fucking hate me! I left you! When you fucking needed me, I left you. Even after I swore to protect you, even after I promised your parents that I’d be there for you. I left you. And I’m so fucking sorry Bun,” he pulled himself out of your arms and started pacing the kitchen.

“I don’t know what you want me to say-“

“Anything! Get fucking angry, hit me, I don’t know! Just hate me, so I can stay away from you!”

“I don’t fucking hate you Rafe-!”

“Hate me!”

“Alright fine, you want me to hate you?” You scoffed, getting pretty tired of this shit. “Why the fuck did you do it Rafe?”

He stood still.

“Why did you read my messages? Why didn’t you reply? Why didn’t you show up to the funeral? Why didn’t you tell everyone on this insane fucking island that you ghosted me, not the other way around?! Why didn’t you listen to my voicemails? Why didn’t you pick up the fucking phone when I needed you?! Why do you fucking hate me so much?!”

He was silent.

“Why did you make me question my worth, my personality, my life, and fucking everything else at the age of 15!? And do you want to know the kicker? I would’ve fucking married you, if you’d have stuck around for me. I was so fucking in love with you when I left, that I blamed myself for you not responding. I thought I got too boring, too annoying, too clingy. No. I was just a teenage girl who wanted her best friend, and wanted her crush to like her back. And I won’t fucking apologise for that Rafe.”

“You liked me back?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes!”

He again stood silent.

“Go to bed Rafe. I’ll bring in some food,” you sighed, knowing the productive part of the conversation was over (if you could even call it productive).

He followed your instructions, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You thought about it all. He had been in love with you too. Yet he left you.

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Rafe sat on your bed, eating the leftovers in silence. You sat at your desk.

“Come here,” he begged. You did. Of course you did.

He placed a gentle hand on your cheek, pulling you in.

And he kissed you.

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[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Assuming that you know about the lore of The Primordial One and his Four Shades, I’ve got a small idea that I would like to share:

Sagau, but Reader and their three friends are the said Four Shades. Since we know only of Istaroth from the Shades, reader will be her. Istaroth is the God of Time and Wind and one of the Four Shades. She was worshipped in Mondstadt alongside Barbatos. She was formerly worshipped in Enkanomiya by the name "Kairos." She once made a deal with Raiden Makoto and is responsible for the creation of the Sacred Sakura. Maybe Istaroth!Reader kind of disappeared due to her not being worshipped anymore, but someone (maybe Traveller or Barbatos) resurrect her by worshipping on her lost altar.

Interesting, Anon! I do know a few things of the Primordial One and his Four Shades, but this oneshot post of mine won't go too into the lore about it. And please remember, I don't do Fem!Reader, so I'll have to switch it to GN!Reader. Sorry!

Here's a little oneshot about this idea :) Enjoy!

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞.

Warnings - The One Shot Includes: Spoilers to Genshin Impact Lore!

So. You were iskeaied in Genshin.

There was no imposter, and no one's chasing after you. You were isekaied with three of your friends, to where you don't even know where they were.

You were standing at a cliff were it showed Mondstadt in the distance. This was fine, this was cool. It was peaceful and all, so you didn't have anything to worry about.

You entered Mondstadt, and you were relieved that nobody even noticed you standing there like an idiot. Everything was fine and peaceful. You really did have nothing to worry about.

Except for one problem: Apparently, Venti was shocked to see you. Everyone treats you like you're not there, and then there's this bard that treats you like you were a walking skeleton of a T-Rex that grew an extra limb or something.

Yeah, you have absolutely no idea why the heck he's staring at you like that. Did you die and come back or something, being isekaied or something?

You had no idea, so you did what you thought was the best idea at the time.

You walked up to the bard, and bluntly asked, "Did I die before I got here now?" in his face. You don't know how he does it, but somehow, this man looks even more shocked than he was before.

"Istaroth, you can't be serious!" he exclaims, minding his tone to not make it a public drama film on the streets. "You—You literally disappeared, and then come back out of nowhere, and you think you died somehow?"

Holy cow. You were the freaking GOD OF TIME?! One of the Four SHINING SHADES OR WHATEVER THEY'RE CALLED?

You blink, trying to process this information being dumped into your face and one-braincell-ed brain.

So, you might really be the God of Time. Either that, or you're going insane and you're just hearing Venti wrong. So, just to double check that you heard it right, you ask.

"I'm Istaroth?" You pointed to yourself dumbly. Listen, it's hard to take in, alright? Sagau fanfics barely have this concept here! "So there's no like, Almighty Creator or something?"

"What? No, of course not! Where are you getting these—" The Bard sighs. "Come on, let's go to the Tree of Vanessa." He starts walking towards the gates of Mondstadt, with you quickly following him.

Once you're there, you get info-dumped a lot of crap. Sure, you knew a few things about Istaroth in the Genshin Impact lore, but holy cow was there still a lot you don't know.

For starters, Venti—Barbatos, whatever—made it very clear that there was no "Almighty Creator" of sorts. You were Istaroth, the God of Time, and one of the Gods of Celestia (oh goodie, not). And, not that Venti knew this, One of the Four Shades of the Primordial One.

You were, once upon a time, worshipped alongside Barbatos, as the people of Mondstadt saw you as the "Greater Lord of the Winds," which probably is the reason why you also got the Thousand Winds Temple built. But, of course, history practically threw you out the window. With no one worshipping you anymore, you basically faded off (which, to your equivalent, meant that you fell into a deep sleep and became who you are as of right now, in the present).

For some reason or whatever, before Mondstadt "adopted" you, you were formerly worshipped as the Overseer God of Enkanomiya, under the name of "Kairos."

Kind of funny, honestly, because you were literally naming yourself after the Greek God of Opportunity/Fitness/time (Who's other name is Caerus. Son of Zeus and all that). You can see how the name was fit for you.

Of course, you knew other information Venti didn't know—You knew that Istaroth and Raiden Makoto struck a deal because the Destruction of Khaen'riah caused an absolute world-breakdown. Kind of like a monster apocalypse, now that you think about it. Oh—and you were probably also a part of the reason why the Sovereign Dragons got poofed off of Teyvat.

That only left one question in your head: How the mac n cheese frick did you get "re-summoned" or whatever? And where the heck were you previous memories of being Istaroth?

"So...how exactly am I here, then?" You ask, placing a hand to your chin, as you repeat what you had thought. "And why can't I remember anything about being Istaroth?"

Venti shrugs. It seems he also doesn't anything, but knowing him through the game, you have a slight doubt that he does have a hunch of some sort and he's just hiding it from you. "I'm not sure, Istaroth—"

"Please, just call me Y/N." You roll your eyes. Seriously, if you can't even remember being Istaroth, how the hell are you ever going to even remember to answer when someone does call you Istaroth?

"I'm not sure, Y/N," he corrects himself, fiddling with his lyre. "Bbut, I do have a hunch!" Called it. He really did save it for the dramatics, did he?

"What is the hunch?" You ask, trying to pry answers quickly before this dude starts to confiscate information from you.

"I think it might have to do with—"

"Hey, it's Venti and—uh, who is that?" A voice from behind you both came. Venti smiles and gives a glance over your shoulder.

"—with the Traveler." Oh goodie, the Traveler really do be getting those Main Character Gameplay vibes now. You sigh, standing up. You might as well go ahead and introduce yourself to them before Paimon throws a freaking dialogue at you first.

Besides, if Venti's hunch is correct, the Traveler might just be your ticket to understanding who you truly are.

There's only one way to find out if this theory works.

The End...

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[suzukiblu]

YJ core four polycule? [eyes emoji]

"So, like, polyamory," Cassie says, and Kon nearly falls off the couch.

"What?" he says.

"Polyamory," Tim repeats patiently. "Cassie and I have been discussing it. We both figured we were going to be the complicated ones here so we were just getting the 'complicated' out of the way in advance."

"You–discussing it?!" Kon chokes as Bart visibly brightens next to him. They're both sitting on the couch in the Titans Tower rec room. Tim and Cassie are standing side by side in front of them in their combined version of leader-mode, which Kon sort of hates and sort of loves and sort of wants to run away and die over.

"Oh thank god, I was worried you guys' socialization was gonna be weird about this," Bart says in obvious relief, clapping his hands together. "Like holy crap but literally everyone in this time period is just such total prudes. Uh. No offense. And like, no lie, the subjective time wait on you all finally figuring out that the four of us should all be kissing each other has been absolutely killing me."

"Sorry for the delay," Tim says with a faint smile that makes Kon's guts want to turn inside out in a good way, assuming that there's any possible "good way" to do something like that. And also, unfortunately, makes him want to throw up. "Cassie and I have been negotiating. And establishing some boundaries."

"Also working on a plan of attack to get us all on a date together," Cassie says. "Tim wanted to do a power point presentation, which I immediately vetoed. So like, there's absolutely a secret power point presentation that he thinks I don't know about if you two wanna see it."

"Yesplease!" Bart blurts immediately, sitting bolt-upright in his seat and looking delighted.

"Sure?" Kon tries, because maybe the power point thing will buy him enough time to stop freaking out.

It does not.

Tim has slides. And graphs. And pictures. And even a little speech prepared, too. He lists all sorts of absolutely dumb and totally weird reasons that they all obviously like each other and how they might all work well in a romantic relationship together and smiles again like four more times and the whole thing is like stupidly adorable and even color-coded and Kon's entire fucking heart breaks in his chest watching it.

He wants that. He wants the others to be right. Wants what Tim is currently pitching to the group of them in the middle of the tower rec room like this is a mission briefing or a battle plan or some stupid high school science class project. He's wanted exactly this for a genuinely fucking embarrassing amount of time, in fact.

But he can't give them that.

He's not . . .

Kon swallows. It hurts. Bart vibrates with glee beside him and Cassie hides a little grin behind her hand and Tim smiles at all of them again as he switches slides. They're all being so cute. All being so sweet. All being so perfect.

Kon wants to kiss all three of them and wrap his arms all the way around them all at once and never, ever let go of a single fucking one of them, not for anything.

But he can't give them what they're asking him for.

Which was fine, before they actually went and asked him for it. It was fine when it was just him pretending to himself, just him being greedy and weird and thinking stupid little secret thoughts that would never see the light of day or actually amount to anything. That never could've actually amounted to anything.

It's not fine anymore.

It's not fine anymore, and Kon can't be okay with that anymore.

[legendary-defender-of-fandoms]

Some Spoiler Free Thoughts on Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

It’s obvious that everyone had the time of their lives working on this movie! You could see the joy in Willem Dafoe’s eyes in every scene he was in.

Much like the first movie, the cartoon, and the musical, every single character is a goddamn weirdo. And I am HERE for it! Give me your weirdos, your oddballs, your nonconformists.

The effects. Dear God, it was SO fucking refreshing to see stop motion animation, real-ass puppets, prosthetics, makeup, props, EVERYTHING!!!! Years from now, people can go through the Warner Brothers Studio Lot or their prop warehouses & find all the amazing stuff they made for this movie, and say “Holy crap, they made real shit for that movie!” No mocap pajamas or tennis balls on sticks for Mr. Burton. Take notes, Disney - THIS is the good shit we want more of!

The shrunken head guys are obviously piggy-backing off the Minions success. But they’re not in the movie for very long & don’t say anything, so it’s tolerable. Also Bob is best boy.

It’s important to remember that Movie Beetlejuice is NOT Musical Beetlejuice. I went in to this sequel knowing they were two VERY different interpretations & continuities, and I wasn’t expecting Movie Beetlejuice to suddenly grow a conscience or get all sentimental because of the musical. And I’m not saying one version of Beetlejuice is better or worse than the others - I think it’s awesome how there can be three wildly different & beloved takes on a single character. But you can’t forget that they are different, especially when Movie Beetlejuice does some things that Musical Beetlejuice would never, or even Cartoon Beetlejuice would have some moral questions about. It’s best to think of it as a Multi Verse - on one timeline Beetlejuice is a shameless pervert who lives to make others uncomfortable, on another Beetlejuice is a chaos gremlin who’s always down for a little mischief, and on the third Beetlejuice is a demon who just wants a hug, a friend, and an orgy.

All that being said, it can’t be denied that the musical had SOME influence on the sequel. It might be reaching to say that one of Lydia’s lyrics from “Say My Name” managed to work its way into the movie, but everyone acknowledges that a major plot thread from the musical was adapted to the movie as one of the many subplots. And while I think the movie did ok with it, the musical handled it far better.

[alovesongtheywrote]

holy crap girl… nightmare academia, i just wanna smush them into a locked room together AHHHHH

♥ Summary: oh man, you're not the only one. in this chapter of nightmare academia, morgan and garcia hijack a prank. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: none?

♥ A/N: careful babes, the plot's getting closer

♥ Word Count: 1402

Series Masterlist

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“BABY GIRL, YOU’RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS!” Morgan exclaimed as he burst into Garcia’s Batcave.  He probably wasn’t loud enough to warrant all-caps, but he was definitely excited enough to warrant all-caps, and that’s why Garcia spun around in her chair, preemptive excitement building up inside of her.

“What is it?  Is someone dead?  Is someone pregnant?  Are you pregnant?  Am I gonna be a god-mom?  Again?”

“What?  No.  Guess who I just got off the phone with.”

“Savannah?  JJ?  Hotch?  Blake?  Reid?”

“Well, it's none of those, but you’re close enough with that last one, so I’m just gonna give it to you,” Morgan leaned in, showing Penelope his phone screen as she clapped her hands together in excitement.  Your name was the first one in the call log.

Garcia’s perfectly glossed lips popped open, “Is that-!?  Is that Spencer’s-!?”

“And are they-!?”

“They are just as perfect for him as we suspected, if not more.”

“Wh- well, why did they call, what did they want?”

“Well, first, they wanted information on the rabies case, which I thought was weird until-”

Penelope cut him off with a gasp, “He’s using horrific case facts to keep them at a distance!”

“Something like that?  Apparently, he’s using horrific case facts for quote-unquote, vengeance. The lovebirds aren't as romantic as we thought.”

"Is it a case of enemies to lovers?"

Morgan paused, raising an eyebrow, "I'm gonna need you to elaborate, baby girl."

"You know! Enemies to lovers! The romantic trope where they go from bitter enemies to the most adorable of spouses! Oh, that is right out of a rom-com!”

"Whatever you say, doll," Morgan continued, “But I'm pretty sure there aren't a lot of rom-coms that involve rabies in any capacity."

"That's because you haven't seen enough of them. Anyway, tell me more about the call! What happened next!"

"Well, initially, they told me they were a criminal justice student, but they made the mistake of using their real name.”

“What did you do!?”

“I played along with it until I asked them where they’d heard about the case- they folded fast, but I assured them that when it comes to Reid, I am the prank master.”

Garcia kept a smile on her face, even though she knew her friend was technically wrong, “I mean… technically you’re not.  He beat you with that screaming thing, on the plane.  Remember?”

“Oh yes, I remember.  I also remember that you had a lil’ something to do with that, which means, Reid cheated and I am the prank master.”

“Well, technically I am the prank mistress- but whatever, it’s all digressions, what happened next?”

“Well, I volunteered to be a part of their next prank.”

“Which is?”

“Stealing all of pretty boy’s mugs and rigging the cabinet they’re stored in to scream at him every time it opens.”

“Ah, so this is revenge for both of you.”

“Perhaps,” Morgan’s smile betrayed the truth.

“I love it.  There’s just one thing- Morgan, my lovely, do you have the technical knowledge to make that happen?”

“Well, I’ve definitely got the physical knowledge.  Cabinets are easy, the mechanical parts are all in the bag- but we do need a little assistance from you.”

“From moi?” Penelope gasped, though it sounded like she had been expecting this outcome.  Mostly because she had.

“We need a little bit of programming work that the genius won’t see coming.  So, are you in?” 

“Now that, gorgeous, sounds like a conspiracy.  I’m in.”

Garcia spun in her chair, turning back to face her monitor before immediately turning back to face Morgan, “For the record, we will be sabotaging this plan so that it backfires on both of them and makes them fall in love, oui?”

“Baby girl, would I have come to you if that wasn’t the plan?”

“You would not, and that is precisely why I love you.”

-

You did your best not to sing the Mission Impossible theme as you carried out your part of the prank.  You failed.  The theme just came out of you as you took the mugs two by two from Reid’s office and into yours.  

Once you’d stolen Reid’s horde of mugs, you set the trap in place.  You had to be incredibly careful.  Derek Morgan’s instructions had been very specific, and you followed them to the letter.  While you wouldn’t usually work with the FBI, this was a special case.  This was necessary.

And lord, was your little mechanism a beautiful one.  You gave it a quick test, closing the cabinet door before swinging it open again- once the dulcet sounds of screaming met your ears, you slammed it shut again.

You’d done so just in time.  

“Professor (L/N), I’m not sure if you’re aware, but this isn’t your office.”

“I’m not aware of anything, Reid- I mean, we’ve been over this, honey, I’m fucking stupid.  Y’know, I’m starting to worry about that eidetic memory of yours.”

“Don’t,” he stepped into the office, standing with you behind the desk, “It’s none of your concern.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, close enough that you could almost feel his breath across your lips.  If you wanted to, you could reach out and touch his chest- you could fuck with his perpetually crooked tie, but god, why would you?

It was clear that he was waiting for you to move.  When you actually did move out of his way, it shocked him.

He kept his eyes on you, watching wearily as you wandered through the small box of his office.  You examined every book and every doctorate the room had to offer- and he never stopped looking.  He expected you to say something, do something, or hurt him superficially with a mean comment or a dumb prank, but you didn’t do anything.

With his focus still on you, Reid opened the mug cabinet.

Screams filled the room.  Spencer jumped back, smacking into one of his bookshelves before sliding halfway down the wall.  He took several books down with him, knocking them to the ground as his slender fingers grasped helplessly for purchase somewhere.  

Your laughter echoed in his ears, a grating, awful, beautiful sound mixed in with the clatter of falling objects.  He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.  Adrenaline filled each and every one of his limbs.

He was going to kill you for this.  

“(L/N)!” he yelled out your name, struggling to pull himself up from his half-bent position.  You’d never heard him sound so angry- and you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Are you-” you wheezed, “Are you okay?”

“No!  Come here and help me up!”

There he was- his voice took on a higher pitch, signalling his indignation.  You walked over, offering him a hand up.  Of course, he immediately pulled you down to his level.  You both collapsed to the floor, you with a screech and Reid with a triumphant cry.  

He sat against the bookshelf, a little dishevelled but overall okay.  You just gave up, lying on the floor with your head inches from Reid’s thigh.  The mechanism in the cabinet kept screaming in the background.

“So, how’d you pull this one off?” Spencer asked, speaking over your laughter.

“Made a couple of calls.  Got in touch with the FBI.  I’d tell you more, but I’d have to kill you.”

"Wow, you contacted the FBI about me? I must really bother you, doctor."

"Not in the slightest. You're a minor nuisance at best."

“I'm sure. So, did Morgan help you with this?  Did Garcia?”

“Maybe both of them. Maybe a little bit.”

Spencer sighed, “You are all terrible.”

“I wish I could say I was sorry.”

The two of you stayed there on the ground for a moment, just listening to the sound of screaming.  Then, the sound changed- smooth saxophone emanated from the cabinet.  You recognized that melody.  Was that?  No, it couldn’t be-

“Is that Careless Whisper?”

You and Reid stayed frozen on the floor.  The voice of George Michael spilled over you, barely covering the awkward silence.  Eventually, you sat up and shut the cabinet.  The song didn’t stop.  You bit your lip, and when you spoke again it was through clenched teeth.

“Do- do your friends want us to fuck?”

“I hate to say it, but… I think they do,” he paused for a moment, “Hey, (L/N)?  Where are my mugs?”

♥ Tags: @icarusignite, @usuallyunlikelyfox, @maraudersforlife2005, @fictionalcomforts

[itjazzbicch]

The Moon to The Stars

Pairing: Pretimeskip!Franky x Reader 

Summary: Being close ever since they were learning to be shipwrights under Tom's teachings, the reader has always been one with the ocean, happy as can be when they get to have some fun with Franky, who has a great gift for them...

Warnings: Some swearing, the reader is a surfer (But that's about it!)

Word Count: 1.4k 

Life wasn't always the best to me, but one thing that the downsides of life couldn't take away from me?

The ocean.

Just staring at the ocean made me feel as if I were in paradise. Water 7 was close to that since Tom, Iceburg, Cutty, and I made the train.

I missed Tom dearly and missed the bond I had with Iceburg and Cutty before his death, but the ocean always washed away those sad thoughts, paddling out into the ocean on my surfboard.

"Here comes a big one!" I smiled, getting ready to ride the wave down to the shore, cheering and squealing as I got some speed out of this one, drifting back to the shore to do it again.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting. I watched as I sat in the sand, water flowing over me as the last wave I caught knocked me down. But it was fine.

"Surfing again, huh? Is that all you know how to do?"

"Hey Franky," Turning to find him, things may not have been how they used to, but my bond with Franky never changed, teasing him, "Still jealous that I'm a better surfer than you?”

"Sure," He laughed, taking my surfboard out of the sand and offering, "But I know a way to make it even more fun."

"Oh, dear god," I rolled my eyes playfully at him, failing to hide my curiosity. "What crazy contraption did you build this time?"

"I don't have it with me," He wasn't kidding, but still wanted to have some fun with me, tilting down his sunglasses and smiling, "But I have something that'll work in the meantime."

"Alright, you won me over," I smiled, jumping up and running into the water, "C'mon!"

"Right behind ya!" He ran along, joining me on my board, ensuring he stood behind me.

We were out far, a huge wave was forming, and for a change, I was nervous, yelling:

"You better not kill us out here, Franky!"

"Don't be such a drama queen!" He yelled, carefully watching the wave, "Let's go!"

Together, we shifted to catch the wave, picking up speed, my eyes widening at his hand opening. I knew that he was a cyborg now, but I was nervous about what he was planning:

"Franky?!"

"Try not to fall off!" He laughed, shooting a blast from his hand that sent us flying!

I was screaming and barely able to keep on the surfboard. My adrenaline started rushing, and those screams turned into joyful ones, cheering out:

"HOLY SMOKES! THIS MIGHT TAKE US CLEAR INTO THE CITY!"

"WOOOOO! YEAHHH!"

We were having a blast, zooming to the shoreline, a bump in the wave sending us upward.

"AH CRAP!"

"I gotcha, Y/N!"

Franky caught me in midair, his back smacking the sand as I landed on top of him, the water from his blast still following us and drenching us in water.

"That was fun!" I couldn't stop laughing, grabbing his shirt and ready to pick him up, "Let's do that crazy shit again!"

"Told you so!" He laughed with me, our laughs settling as our eyes met, staring at each other as we smiled.

"Hey, Franky," I breathed in, leaning to him; his head started coming up to mine, not needing to say anything, but as our noses touched, his eyes went the other way.

I looked along with him to see Iceburg in the distance, it was closer to where one of the city streets was, but we could see him. Franky stealing the words straight out of my mouth:

"What's he doing here?"

"That's what I was gonna say," Sitting up, I noticed something Franky didn't, my eye twitching, "I have a better question, though."

"What's that?" Looking along with me, I saw it was my surfboard that was broken in half; I yelled out of playful anger:

"ARE YOU GONNA BUY ME A NEW SURFBOARD SINCE YOU'RE THE ONE WHO PULLED THAT CRAZY STUNT?!"

"I'M SORRY!" He yelled, running away as I chased him, "I ALREADY BUILT YOU ONE!"

"BUT THAT ONE WAS SPECIAL!" I yelled back, catching up and jumping on his back.

"SERIOUSLY! COOL IT, BABE!"

Freezing, I knew that he talked with some slang, but it made me feel a certain way, looking as he was staring at Iceburg in the distance:

"How about this? You sit tight here. I'll grab the board I built for ya, a snack, and some cola. Sound good to you?"

"Yeah," Hopping off his back, I went to where I placed my towel and bag, sitting and staring at Iceburg as well, "I'll wait here for you."

"I won't be long," He smiled before going off, and when he returned, the sun had set, the sky full of stars.

Lighting the lantern I brought along, my eyes were fixed on the board on his back, holding out my arms and saying quickly:

"Gimmie! Gimmie!"

"Give me a second," He huffed, handing the bag with some sandwiches and cola, placing the board down, and sitting along with me, "You like the design?"

It was almost identical to the very first one Tom gave me, my favorite colors, smooth, and it looked beautiful. I nodded as I admired it, but also cocking my eyebrow as I knew that it was no ordinary surfboard:

"I love it, but what can it do?"

Eating our sandwiches, Franky explained that he added a propeller and that it could transform into a small craft in case I hit any bad waves and got stuck in the ocean. There was no denying that I was ready to take it out to the waves.

There was something a bit more critical on my mind, though, cracking open my cola and whispering as I took a sip:

"So, you talked to Iceburg when you left?"

"Yeah," He sighed, his tone showing that they still haven't made up, wondering:

"What did he say?"

"Guess he wanted to see you," He groaned, frustrated at the thought.

"Me?" I laughed softly, showing Franky that I hadn't made up with Iceburg, whispering, "He wouldn't like what I have to say. I'm still upset about the things he said to you."

"Don't worry about me," Drinking his cola, too, I wanted to return to having fun. Talking about Iceburg was like rain on a parade; I took one more sip before jumping up with my new board:

"Alright! Let's see what this bad boy can do!"

"Be careful till you get a hang of it!" He warned as he watched, making me laugh as I ran into the ocean:

"You forget who I am, Franky?!"

There was something about this board that I could feel just from standing on it. It was easy to tell it was made carefully with tons of thought put into it. This board felt like my soulmate.

It didn't take long for a nice, big wave to come through, doing as Franky instructed before to get the propeller going, zooming through the water, laughing and smiling at the moonlight illuminating it.

Each time I made it to the shore, I went right back out to catch more waves. I could do it all night long, running over to Franky with it as he called out:

"I'm guessing that you like it?!"

"Love it!" I yelled back, placing it in the sand and hitting his signature pose, "I love it, Franky! It's SUPER! WOOO!"

I was so excited that I jumped on him, smiling more:

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome, babe," He winked, hugging me, and like before, we were stuck in a beautiful silence of solid emotions, gravitating to each other, no one here to interrupt our lips meeting this time.

For some reason, when our lips met, tears started running down my cheeks. All I could think about was how Franky was always the bright star in my world. How I almost lost him, and despite our fallout with Iceburg, our bond didn't break.

I was so happy.

Gently pushing him back to the sand, I pressed my lips hard, his massive hand rubbing my back as he felt the tears on my cheek, pulling back to look:

"Why are you crying?"

"I haven't been this happy since-" In my head, Tom, Iceburg, and Franky flashed in my mind. All of us working on the train.

He knew what I was thinking, laying me next to him, still holding me as we both looked up at the stars, "I haven't been this happy in a long time, too."

"I'm sorry for being such a crybaby," I breathed in deeply, sitting up and smiling with my happy tears, "Just know, you're my shining star, Franky."

"C'm here, babe," Pulling me back to him, he hugged me nice and snug, kissing my forehead, "If I'm the star, then you're the moon." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[dreamingonclds]

Everything Happens For A Reason | LN4

Summary: Sometimes the people that love us hurt us the most but, you can't seem to stay away. After an immense break up, you've become the most passionate in your career. Going from casting to casting, concert to concert, audition to audition, you become one of the most famous artists of your generation. You were done picking up the broken pieces of your heart when somebody comes into your life and you place your heart in someone else's hands again.

Word Count: 968

Pairing: Lando Norris x female! reader ft. Carlos Sainz

Warnings: none

Chapter 2

Previous Chapter

After what felt like the longest 2 weeks Jen and you were finally on the 14 hour flight to Monaco. You could burst with excitement, one of your biggest dreams was to go to a Grand Prix. Now, you were just trying to catch up with the current season. You’re an extremely busy person so the most you could do was check the race standings online. You knew all the current drivers already, following them on instagram and all. But, you had never seen any of the grill the grid videos or any social media content. It’s safe to say you regret not keeping up with it but your love for the sport never faltered.

Jen’s beside you working on her laptop, or so you thought. She suddenly gasps and starts slapping your side causing you to jump

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” she semi yells causing some people to give you weird looks

“Holy shit Jen you scared the crap out of me” you say as you put your hand to your chest

“Sorry not sorry” she giggles at you as she places her laptop on your lap

“What was that guys name, Lando, the one you “used” to have a crush on” she says as she add air quotes after his name

You nod yes at her waiting for her to continue

“I was watching some interviews and look” she says excitedly as she puts her headphones on you and presses play

The video starts and it’s a QnA of the McLaren boys, each taking turns interviewing each other.

Looking down at his cards and then looking back up at Oscar, “Who is my celebrity crush?” asks Lando

“Oh umm easy, that girl that sings the song that goes “my heart wants what it wants”. She was in this movie I just watched. Whats her name, oh yeah Y/N Y/L/N” Oscar says confidently

“You know me so well” Lando says proudly,  looking from Oscar to the camera

“Oh it’s not like you only ever play her music or have her picture as your background” Oscar laughs and teases Lando

Lando blushes furiously and hides behind his cards, leaning back laughing and nearly tipping over the chair

“See, see, look!” Oscar says pointing at the staff who were also giggling and nodding agreeing with what Oscar just confessed

“You didn’t have to expose me like that man” Lando says once he catches his breath and recollects himself

Looking at the camera Lando says, “I mean can you blame me, look”

He takes his phone out his pocket and shows is proudly to the camera

“If you guys really loved me you would try and bring her to one of the races” Lando suggests to the Mclaren team jokingly

“If you get pole or a win, we’ll see what we can do”, one of the team members says

“Actually!”, Lando and Oscar yell at the same time

“Wait nevermind, I take it back, I’d be a mess around her. Just thinking about it makes me nervous”, he says as he fidgets with his hand and shifts in his chair

…

Now it’s your turn to blush, you don’t even want to turn and look at Jen. Never in a million years would you think your crush would be reciprocated or that any F1 driver would know who you are.

“Jen that video isn’t even that recent, I'm sure that his “crush” has passed”, you say finding it hard to believe

“Are you serious! He has you as his background, on his PHONE! You only do that when you really like someone” she says 

“And you know it!” she says accusingly, pointing her finger at you

You shyly smile and turn to look out the plane window to hide your blushing cheeks

“Ok, you have a point but that video is nearly a year old. I doubt I've even crossed his mind recently. He’s been so focused on his career to even think about me. People move on Jen it’s okay, it’s not that serious. Besides it was just a crush, no actual feelings involved.”, you say disappointedly and surprised you feel that way

“So”, she says giving up on her argument

You both sit in silence for a couple seconds before you hear her move in her seat

“Wait” she says as she has an epiphany

“No offense but, why would they invite you to a race? I mean, I don’t think you’ve ever spoken about F1 publicly”

“No, I know what you mean”, you cut her off, giggling at her honesty

“Unless he still likes you, I mean like you said, that video was nearly a year old. He must still have a crush on you!”, she says excitedly

You finally turn back to look at her

“Oh my god, you have a point. They actually made it happen!”, you say agreeingly

“They fucking made it happen!” she yells making other passengers look at your direction

You both mouth and whisper yell sorry’s towards the people and laugh at Jen’s lack of decorum. After you both calm down you suddenly get butterflies on your stomach.

“Oh god, I’m nervous now, I wasn’t before”, you say worriedly grabbing Jen’s hand

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about, you are literally Y/N Y/L/N. We just have to dress to impress you know. Might catch more than just his eyes.” she says, smiling slyly

“Classic Jen” you tell her as you slap your forehead

“What? This can be the start of something new! I bet it will be” she says confidently turning to look at you

You turn to look out the window once again, smiling at all the possibilities. Wondering if what Jen just said will have any truth to it.

“We’ll see” you finish

[lunarspiral1127]

X-men 97 episode 7 *SPOILERS*

Gambit's funeral

UGH, WHY?!?!? GAMBIT, NOOOOO!!!! 😭

I didn't recognize everyone at the funeral, but are they his friends from his past or his family? Cause I have no idea.

Nightcrawler with the eulogy. He sure has a way with words. Plus, him being there as a priest makes sense. Also, he looks so adorable with the robes.

Logan comforting Jubilee was sweet, bit it got me thinking that her screentime has been spent most with Roberto than the other X-Men.

Rogue going solo

Honestly, I don't blame her for hunting down Gyrich and Trask. Especially when it was later on revealed that they were involved but not the mastermind.

Cameos of Thunderbolt Ross and Captain America. Now, last time I saw 90s Steve Rogers was in the Spider-Man animated series during that show's own version of Secret Wars. Before that, he was trapped in a vortex with Red Skull. So, I guess he got out which is why he was there?

I was bummed that he didn't go help Rogue get Gyrich, but I get that he has to do things by the books. Cause that's who he is. Although, Rogue did him dirty by throwing his shield far into the mountains. It was funny and I don’t blame her for doing that. But I do kinda feel bad for him.

Her fighting Ross's army was cool. Also, if the base was durable against the Hulk, does that mean she's stronger than the Hulk?

Nightcrawler best brother! The way he talked to Rogue, hugged her when she was finally mourning over Gambit and Magneto (still don't like the Rogueneto ship), and even called her "sister"! God, I love this blue devil man! 😭 And if anything bad happens to him in the next three episode, Imma be pissed!

Roberto "coming out" of the Mutant closet to her mom

Well, it went better than when Iceman told his family in the X-2 movie. It was a relief to see his mom accepting of him and not hating him.

However, it's unfortunate that she told him to keep it a secret because of their business reputation l. It would've made more sense if it was to protect her son due to the humans' stances on mutants and what happened in Genosha. At least, that way, it would've been more of a good reason than about their business.

Jubilee being supportive and being there for him was sweet.

Yeah, that's pretty much it. Jubilee isn't really part of the main plot, though, so I don't know if we'll see her in action, nor if we'll see Roberto use more of his powers.

Genosha aftermath

More of Jean and Scott talking, so that's good. They're communicating and are still working as a team despite what happened. So, there may be hope that their relationship will survive, but we won't know for sure. So much crap has happened, and I blame Sinister for all of it.

Emma Frost survived, and she got her diamond form! She must've been stuck in all that debris for days. Also, how is she gonna react when she finds out Sebastian Shaw is dead?

Beast and the reporter. Considering how all these relationships have been going in this show so far, I was very, VERY worried about Beast. But, because of what Trish (I think that's her name) said, it ended before it even started.

Trask

Y'know when he said he didn't want to be made a monster more than what Sinister did, I thought he was talking about Genosha, but I think he was talking about him turning him into a human sentinel.

Also, yes, we're getting Prime Sentinels, which is very very bad. They ain't no joke cause Trask as one took out the X-Men one by one. Rogue was knocked out with a single hit!

Speaking of Trask, I have no sympathy for that sunuvabeech. But, it was messed up how his body was twisted.

And, all because Rogue dropped him off the building! Like, DAMN ROGUE! Again, I have no sympathy for Trask, and I get why she did it but it was still a holy crap moment. Also, everyone else could've tried to save him, but they just stood there. I think only Wolverine was cool with it.

Thank god, Cable was there to save them. Doesn't seem like he likes Scott despite him being his dad, even though he cared for his mom back in episode 5. Then again, daddy issues have been a thing in the Summers' family. But, I hope that's not the case cause animated Scott is cool.

Bastion

This whole time, Bastion was the true mastermind?! God dammit, how did I not see this coming! OZT was Operation Zero Tolerance, I should've seen this coming, but I thought it was Apocalypse or Nimrod!

This is his first animated debut, btw. And, I'm surprised he was working with Mr. Sinister cause he's a mutant, and Bastion is a human looking sentinel thing. That explains the Genosha massacre cause, of course, he'd wanna exterminate them.

Magneto's alive! But, he's held captive by Bastion. Okay, I don't know how the hell he survived or how he got captured when he was in Genosha. I hope that'll be explained. But, if he's there then where's Leech? Where are the Morlocks? Cause they were there with Magneto.

I'm really really worried for Magneto. He must've been captured for days or weeks, and I think Bastion is gonna turn him into a Prime Sentinel like Trask. That would be so so terrible if that happened. He'll become the thing he fought against. The thing he despises. God, what's taking Xavier so long?! He gotta go save him!

So, a good episode again. But next week begins the three-parter finale which I'm really nervous how it'll turn out. I hope the show will stick the landing, but I can't handle it more of my favorite characters get killed or worse.