#kinda dont like how i rushed through it but its done n dusted i cant do much

[lvmosity]

under the stars | harry potter

pairing: harry potter x ravenclaw!reader

genre: fluff teehee

summary: the yule ball is coming up and everyone is frantically searching for a partner. being close friends with the golden trio, you secretly hope that the lightning-bolt scarred boy, harry potter, asks you out since you’ve been crushing on him for years. but surprisingly, you were his last choice. (timeline change; set in 5th year)

word count: 3.8k

warnings: just harry being an awkward bean

a/n: this was just a cute scenario i came up with, also i love harry a lot and i feel that he’s not as appreciated enough as well as written about :-(( so here it is! i hope you like it, tell me ur thoughts and feel free to also send in requests! ♡ p.s. i also sorta rushed towards the end bc i stayed up late to finish it and my tumblr crashed on me so i had to rewrite it so apologies if u spot mistakes !!

tags: @dora-the-grownup​ @sadhwstudent​

“Why do you girls have to travel in packs all the time and make it hard for us boys to ask you out?” Ron puffs out in frustration and throws his head back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling in despair, “I’m never going to get a partner for the Yule Ball.” 

Hermione narrows her eyes at the ginger-haired boy beside her before rolling her eyes and continued writing in her book. You giggle at the amusing sight knowing Hermione felt ticked off by Ron’s behaviour, you knew Hermione was waiting for Ron to realise that she’d be an easy first option to ask out but the boy was still clueless.

It had only been a week since Professor McGonagall gathered the fourth years and above and announced that a formal dance event was to take place at Hogwarts as a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, the Yule Ball. After it was announced, everyone started to frantically search for partners and it didn’t always end well, especially for Ron.

News had spread that Ron was involved in a minor, embarrassing incident a few hours ago with one of the Beauxbaton girls, Fleur Delacour. Apparently, he had only taken a few steps to pass by her in the hallways before asking, well screaming at her, if she would be his partner. Fleur couldn’t get the chance to reply as he had quickly rushed off as soon as he said it. Poor Ron.

Up until now, he still hasn’t found someone to go with and Hermione was growing impatient knowing the event was due in two days. Being close friends with the Golden Trio, it would make sense for the four of you to go together hence why none of you guys still had partners. Ah, yes, even you were still up for grabs but only because you were waiting for a specific boy to bring up the question, and it was none other than your best friend or rather your longtime crush, Harry Potter.

You won’t deny that a few people have already pulled you to the side and asked if you could be their partner for the dance but you politely rejected them, stating that you were already taken which was a lie. With the Yule Ball coming up soon, time was ticking; days turned into hours and still, Harry hasn’t asked you out and you knew exactly why.

Harry still had a thing for a certain girl in your house, Ravenclaw, for a while now and you figured she was the reason why you weren’t his partner. Cho Chang her name was, and she was a very well known girl in your house due to how intelligent and kind of a person she was. She was also one of the very few girls to be exceptionally good at Quidditch since most girls found sports to be tiring and boring, so it was no doubt that her popularity was high.

Obviously, this was upsetting for you as he had eyes on a Ravenclaw girl that wasn’t you. Hermione, being a supportive friend, had consoled you multiple times expressing her thoughts and empathy for you since she was the only one who knew how head over heels you were for him. She explained that it’d be useless to just sit around and mope all day waiting for Harry when there are several other people waiting for your answer and would be glad to dance with you. Oh, how you hate it when she was right.

Yet, your crush on Harry was holding you back and you still had a bit of faith that he would take you up as an option, and you were going to wait for him despite how painfully long it will take.

"The more you whine about it, the longer it will take for a girl to realise you’re worthy of a partner.” Hermione snapped at Ron to which he scoffs in return.

“You can’t say much, no one has asked you yet meaning you’re not worthy of a partner too.” mocked Ron as he folds his arms on the table.

Hermione clenches her teeth together and glares at Ron as she starts to grow irritated each minute but she holds her anger back as she didn’t want to cause a scene in the Great Hall. It was a good thing she did as she spots Harry walking up to them behind Ron’s head, she wouldn’t want him to join in the bickering.

“Harry!” She calls out as she gives him a quick wave and a smile. 

Both you and Ron turn to see Harry walking up to where you guys sat. Feeling yourself blush a bit at his sudden appearance, you clear your throat and tilt your head forward for your hair to fall and cover the sides of your face. You hoped none of them would spot the unmistakeable blush but Hermione was quick to catch on and eyes you playfully.

You mouth a ‘shut up’ to her as you feel the bench slightly move to indicate that Harry takes his seat next to you. You mentally curse at yourself for not sitting next to Hermione or Ron in the first place but having Harry sit in front of you wouldn’t make it better anyway. You wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye for more than a second.

“What have you guys been up to?” Harry asks.

“It’s been dreadful Harry, the Yule Ball is in two days and the three of us still don’t have a partner!” Ron cries out dramatically.

Harry raises his eyebrows in confusion. “The three of us? Why, who’s been asked already?” He asks curiously.

Ron nods towards you and Harry turns to look at you, your hair was still covering your face but only Hermione could see the nervous look plastered all over your face. Harry leans slightly forward in an attempt to see past your hair.  “You have a partner already Y/N?” 

Calming yourself a bit, you tuck the fallen hair behind your ear and face Harry. “Well, actually I don’t.”

“What? I thought you were going as Dean’s partner?” questioned Ron, you shook your head. “No, I don’t know where you got that idea from.”

Hermione buts in, “Well, you have been asked by a lot of guys and most of them have a thing for you,” she averts her eyes back to her book, choosing to ignore the surprised look on Ron—since he couldn’t get that big amount of people to ask him out, let alone one—and continued writing, “especially Dean as he’s been going around saying you were his date.”

“That’s ridiculous, I would never be his date.” You pull a disgusted face making Ron and Hermione laugh. In the corner of your eye, you could see Harry’s face light up in delight at your comment causing your heart to skip a beat. Was he possibly happy that you’re not taken already?

Suddenly feeling confident, you turn to stare at Harry and his face automatically falls back to normal. “I suppose the infamous Harry Potter has scored a partner by now right?”

You anxiously wait for his answer, hoping that he would either say no or shake his head. Ron looks over at him too also desperately wishing that his best friend was still single and he wasn’t alone, even Hermione had stopped writing to hear his answer.

Harry hesitates for a few seconds before he shakes his head no. You felt your stomach do leaps as you inwardly celebrated but your face stayed normal. You could hear Ron sigh out of relief and pat his best friend’s shoulder as a way of saying ‘it’s okay mate, we’re in this together’.

The three of you stare at him curiously signalling him to explain his reason causing Harry to sigh. “It’s difficult to say really.”

Your confidence starts to fade away, is he still hung up on Cho? You notice Hermione glance at you to give you a reassuring smile, maybe you’re just overthinking.

“How so Harry? What about Cho?” Ron shoots him a quizzed look and your stomach was quickly starting to turn uneasy at the mentioned name. You fidgeted in your seat uncomfortably waiting for Harry’s reply but his name was called out from behind him before he could do so.

All heads whiz to the source of the sound and see Cedric walking over to your table along with a girl tagging behind... is that Cho?

Harry’s eyes immediately widen and he flipped his head around to face you, “Quick give me your hand!” and before you could even ask why, Harry grabs your hand and links it with his, placing it on the table.

Your face turns red straight away at the sudden contact, you couldn’t believe that Harry was holding your hand. Ron and Hermione gaze at your intertwined hands, what the hell was going on? The two of them look at you weirdly but you just shrug as you found the situation weird too.

“Hey, have you heard about the next task?” Cedric makes his way over and stands in front of Harry, Cho follows and sticks by his side as she looks at the four of you before giving a warm smile. Her smile fades away when her eyes notice the laced hands on the table before it meets with yours and you two stare at each other.

Cho eventually shifts her eyes away and stares at Harry while he and Cedric continue discussing the tournament. She didn’t expect to see you and Harry hold hands and you smirk to yourself at how awkward she must’ve felt.

“So, you ready for the ball Harry?” Cedric asks, Harry opens his mouth to reply but Cedric continues, “I don’t know if you knew this but I’m going with Cho.” His words falter towards the end as he looks at Cho, his face full of pride.

Harry nods slowly and smiles stiffly, “Oh, y-yeah, I heard, that’s nice Cedric.”

Cho speaks up, “I take it you’re going with Y/N?” Her eyes once again fall to your hands and Cedric face lights up, “Whoa Harry, got yourself a Ravenclaw too? We might as well double date!” He jokingly says, chuckling afterwards.

Tension arises and surrounds you all as Cedric continues to laugh. Harry clears his throat and nods at Cho, his hand squeezes yours which startles you, “You’re right, I’m taking Y/N as my date to the ball.”

Shock crosses everyone’s face, their mouths dropping slightly. Ron chokes on his saliva, struggling to catch his breath as Hermione’s drops her quill to pat, well smack, Ron’s back. But no one was as shocked as you were, your face instantaneously becomes crimson red and your heart was beating furiously. You were what?

“Oh... that’s nice Harry.” Cho forces out a small smile, “I hope you and Y/N have a fun time at the ball.”

Cho turns on her heel and hastily takes off leaving Cedric alone for a few seconds before he realises and greets Harry a goodbye wave, following Cho soon after.

"What the bloody hell was that about?” Ron exclaimed.

The three of you look at Harry dumbfounded wanting an explanation for what he had done. Harry scratches his head in embarrassment, “Sorry, I just didn’t want Cho to think I still don’t have a date.” 

“And since when did you and Y/N decide to go together?” Hermione asks in a stern tone. Ron nods in agreement.

“Since now,” Harry glances over at you and shoots you a friendly grin to which you return. “Sorry about the abrupt decision Y/N, I hope it wasn’t uncomfortable for you.”

“No, it’s fine.” You assured him but deep down you knew it wasn’t. It was basically Harry saying you were his last resort and he had used you solely to make Cho jealous. He wasn’t serious about taking you, he’d much rather have her instead of you but since Harry couldn’t think of anyone else; he chose you. But at least you were his date, right?

The four of you fall silent for a moment, only the low chatters of other students in the room could be heard. Harry bows his head and watches his feet tap on the floor while you just bite your lip as you scan the room, avoiding the odd looks from Ron and Hermione.

“Uh, Harry,” Both of your heads dart back to Ron, “Why are you still holding Y/N’s hand?”

Your hands pull apart instantly at the realisation as you two support a flustered look and turn away to look at something else again. Hermione holds back a giggle as she witnesses the cute moment whilst Ron nudges her, whispering a ‘what’s so funny?’ but Hermione just shakes her head leaving a frustrated Ron to guess.

●●●

Running your hands through the fabric of your dress, you give a shaky sigh as you gaze at your reflection in the mirror from head to toe. The Yule Ball had started a couple of minutes ago yet you were still in the dressing room hiding like a coward. You still haven’t plucked up the courage in you to walk out that door and feel the stares of many on you. But most importantly, you couldn’t bring yourself to face Harry.

It had been two days since Harry had made you his date, two days since the news travelled fast around the school that Harry had asked a girl other than Cho to be his partner, two days since he made it clear in front of Cho and Cedric that you were his date, two days since he held your hand to prove his point.

A lot has happened within those two days; since the incident, you and Harry have kept quiet to yourselves whenever you were in each other’s presences. You figured Harry must’ve either felt shy or ashamed at what he had done, you could tell he was trying his best to avoid you and that made you upset. Did he regret asking you out?

As the event grew nearer, Harry would distance himself from you inch by inch and your mood would fall inch by inch too. You were starting to let your emotions get the best of you but Hermione came to the rescue once again. She tried her best to cheer you up and reassure you that Harry wasn’t doing this on purpose and to hurt you, he probably has a good reason for it and you shouldn’t dwell on it too much.

Unfortunately, doubts had overclouded your mind and you were beginning to question if your presence was needed at the ball. Maybe you should’ve politely rejected Harry when you had the chance to do so, but it was too late. Besides, you were too ecstatic with the thought of going as Harry’s date.

Speaking of Hermione, she had finally had enough of Ron and soon enough accepted one of the other Triwizard champions, Viktor Krum. You were still happy for her nevertheless as she seemed somewhat okay with her decision, you just weren’t sure how Ron was going to take it though.

A loud, hurried knock on the door interrupts your thoughts and you immediately straighten your posture, “Uh, just a sec!” You call out to the person outside, taking one last glance at your appearance to fix any minor errors.

However, it seems that the person was too impatient and had already slammed the door open causing you to squeal out of surprise. You were about to curse at the intruder before you realise it was just Hermione standing at the door with a ‘are you serious right now?’ look.

“Y/N, what are you doing? We’re needed at the ball right now!”

“What? What for?”

“We’re the first ones to dance!”

“Wait, what--”

Hermione harshly grabs your wrist and pulls you out the room before you could finish your sentence. Stumbling on the way out and letting out a small shriek due to the fast pace, the heads of many students whip around to look at the outcry. In an instant, everyone gasps and wows and as you pass by, you could hear whispers about how beautiful the girl was.

“Merlin, they’re staring at you ‘Mione.”

Hermione lets out a scoff, “Please, they’re staring at you Y/N.”

“M-me?! You must be joking! You’re the only one who looks beautiful tonight--”

Hermione abruptly stops in her tracks causing you to bump into her back and turns to face you and reached out to your hands to grab them. “Look, you can deny it all you want but I’m serious. You look absolutely stunning tonight Y/N, and you heard those compliments back there, they weren’t joking when they said it.”

Your face relaxes as you take in the words of Hermione’s, and you give her a warm smile to show your gratefulness. Noticing this, she returns it with a hug before pulling away and making you face the entrance of the ball. That’s why she stopped so suddenly.

Your face lights up in amazement, you admired how the Great Hall was decorated with hundreds of icicles that had ropes of sparkle wrapped around. Far ahead you spot the giant frosted Christmas tree along with the two smaller trees sprinkled with a mix of gold and silvers.

Spread around the room where several tables that served refreshments with iced sculptures in the middle which represented both the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. The event was overwhelmingly beautiful and you felt like you were attending a Royal Ball.

Your amazement was soon cut off as your eyes eventually land on Harry who had been standing at the entrance watching you. Swallowing your saliva, you lift your hand up to send a friendly wave at the boy to break the shyness and unexpectedly, he sends one back.

Harry slowly makes his way over and Hermione takes that as her cue to leave, whispering a ‘good luck’ in your ear before walking off to join her date. Frozen on the spot, you watch Harry inch his way to you and you were already rehearsing your speech in your head, making sure not to mess up.

“H-hey.”

You pull out of your trance and stare at the boy in front of you, and Godric did he look so handsome. He looked rather neat in his robes as it went perfectly well with his eyes and his hair was gelled back but you noticed that a few of his baby hairs had not cooperated and stuck out.

“You’re so beautiful...” Harry whispered to himself but it was loud enough for you to hear.

“What?” You blush profusely.

Harry’s head jerked frantically, “N-nothing, I said the event was beautiful.”

You giggle, “Yes, I agree.”

You both laugh off the awkward greeting before Harry offers his arm for yours to link through and he escorts you inside. With that, the main event begins and you find yourself enjoying dancing with Harry who, funnily, had two left feet as he clumsily kept stepping on your feet and each time he did so, he would shyly apologise.

But once the dancing had made you two tired and Harry suggested the idea of sitting down to rest for a moment to catch your breath, the two of you were seen sat down at a table silently. None of you had exchanged a word since then and you could feel the awkwardness settling in between you guys once more like the past few days.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that Harry was focusing intently at something or someone across the other side of the hall. You follow his gaze and you saw that he was watching Cedric and Cho dance together. Feeling a sense of defeat, you decide to speak up:

“Wishing it was you instead of Cedric?”

Harry turns to you with a baffled look, “No, what makes you think that?”

You rolled your eyes, “Please, I’ve seen the way you look at Cho, you literally look at her with heart eyes.” Harry frowns at you as his mouth forms into a line and you continue, “You’ve been avoiding me ever since you asked me to be your date. You regret it don’t you? You felt ashamed that’s why you’ve been quiet with me up until now.”

Harry stays silent and you took this as another opportunity to keep ranting, “You made us hold hands to show it to Cho, you did it to make her jealous and make her rethink her choice of going with Cedric. I was a last resort to you, you didn’t want me as your date in the first place.”

“You’re wrong.”

Now it was your turn to look at him with a bewildered look. Harry switches his seating position, leaning forward as he sits at the edge of his seat. Hesitating for a moment, you watch his hands slowly reach to grab yours before he laces it together.

Batting your eyelashes at him, he clears his throat and shyly smiles, “I wasn’t avoiding you because I was ashamed to have you as my date. I was... thinking...about my crush on Cho.” Your heart falls to your stomach. “But it was because I was sure that I didn't like Cho as much as I used to.”

“What do you mean?”

“It means I’ve been crushing on someone else instead that I needed to avoid that person so I wouldn’t slip up and make it obvious.” Harry gently squeezes your hands, “I did hold your hand in front of Cho to make her jealous, I did it so it was clear that I liked someone else.”

You drew in a stuttered gasp, “D-does that mean--”

“I like you.”

Harry plants a soft kiss on your cheek which causes you to blush furiously for the hundredth time this week, this boy really does make you go weak for him. 

Harry stands up and dusts his pants before he offers his hand. You eye him curiously and he chuckles, “Would you care to dance under the stars with me?”

Answering him with a smile, you take his hand and he escorts you back on the dance floor, placing his hands around your waist. You lay your head on his chest as you both sway side to side, not giving a damn about the onlookers. 

With that, your Yule Ball had ended happily and everyone was sent back to their dorms to finish for the night but no one knew about the two lovebirds that snuck out and continued their dance session in the Astronomy Tower, right under the bright, shining stars.

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas: Power Transfer

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: 

One for all is a power that has been passed down for generations. Turns out the most recent generation can afford to be a whole lot more liberal with his sharing. Also turns out sharing quirks runs in the family.

An AU where Izuku can share OFA full cowling with multiple people at once.

shared power ofa,

izuku giving aizawa 5% of one for all durring the usj or izuku giving toshinori 99% of OFA durring the last fight

cause consider the world never finding out about small might, all might retires but izuku knows

the rescue team all having the max amount of ofa they can use, which is around 2% each, cause a lil sparking team of heroes

izuku using kirishima to give bakugo some too n them using it to get away

izuku having two quirks is my favourite goddamn thing bc him being able to share his quirk but not having anything to share is great

he gives bits to allmight, like a constant 1% so he can teach classes and do press stuff

some rando wants to do an "all might" where is he now segment and it spans a good few months so izuku is continuously in the background just

conspiracy theory starts that izuku is a villain or allmights son

a villain and all might's son

izuku has no double toe joint but the doc cant find any evidence of a quirk? so he tells them izuku is either quirkless or has an invisible quirk. something subtle, or specific enough to have not activated by now

bakugo kinda,, is chill with izuku. he was waiting for izuku to develop a quirk till he judged him, but he never did so he kinda withheld judgement long enough for them to become decent friends

anyway, izuku likes to ramble about different things his quirk could technically be, bakugo likes to join in. they can go at this for h o u r s cackling about stupid hypotheticals

they workout together, they both do boxing and try out random moves they see on the internet on each other. they have a pile of gym mats in the woods like the weirdos they are

bakugo is like,, convinced izuku's quirk is actually an intellect up but he just shrugs

izuku has to grab something before he heads home so he takes the underpass and we get basically episode 1 from there. all might says no, the villain gets away, attacks Bakugo. izuku runs in, throws dust in the villain's eyes and pulls at bakugo's hands. all might jumps in, saves the day yada yada

some background for u about all might bc his past is a touch different here. during the battle with afo, afo was distracted. all might sustained the same injures but won more easily.

night eye never looks into his future because "my purpose is done, nighteye. let's live like everyone else, no fate of the world on our shoulders" he never looks into all mights future again at his request

they stay together

so instead of the big argument they go get ramen and get drunk because they don't have to be superhuman anymore, they can relax now

back to the main timeline-

so izuku is already fit, cleans the beach in 8 months, nighteye supervises

all might gives izuku the quirk 2 months before the entrance exam, nighteye is there to "oversee" (he wants to see izuku choke on a hair and laugh at this kid hes become pretty fond of)

also mirio! is izuku's bro because i love he

izuku eats the hair and gets the quirk like, instantly which?? is confusing nighteye and all might. nighteye has like,,, hidden behind a car because hes the only person with self-preservation

allmight touches izuku and the lightning climbs up his arm and he just pOofs out into swolmight. hes ShooK, so is izuku

anyway, he manages to turn it off and izuku is just standing there like "oh my god what the fuck"

"izuku,, what,, happened there"

",,,, one for all??? leaked out??? into allmight????"

...

"nighteye come over here."

"izukU nO"

"STAND STILL NIGHTEYE I JUST NEED TO TRY SOMETHING"

nighteye is forcibly given a little of ofa and regrets a lot of stuff

anyway, izuku breaks an arm trying to use ofa and hes muttering trying to work out how to use it, nighteye basically says "well, think back to how ofa came about" and izuku is like ",,, what"

and nighteye screams because TOSHI YOU DIDNT TELL HIM?????? and allmight ",,, o o p s"

so izuku gets to hear the story of all for one while hes being driven to UA for recovery girl hes,,, really quiet for a second

"when did you fight him?"

"six years ago, april?"

",,, this has to be a coincidence"

hisashi went out on a "business trip" 6 years ago and they haven't seen him since. he calls, but hes never visited and izuku has this terrible feeling

because izuku cant calm down and because nighteye thinks this kid might be on to something they call tsukauchi and he agrees to meet them at UA

izuku gets treated, naomasa is in v quickly afterwards before he calls his dad he turns to nighteye, allmight and Naomasa

"i've never been able to lie to my dad. i thought he was just really good at reading me but,,"

"if hes afo he might have a quirk"

"yeah. so i'll just twist the truth. im good at that, but thats all i'll be able to do"

anyway, he calls up his dad and slaps this big grin on his face. the phone is on speaker

"hey dad!!!!" "izuku! is something wrong?"

"oi, cant i call my dad for no reason?"

"you, willingly calling someone? dont make me laugh"

izuku giggles despite himself

"anyway, you'll never guess!!"

"did youuuu,,,, hmmmm, meet all might?"

they freeze but izuku just laughs

"yeah,, but thats not the most exciting thing!!! my quirk came in finally"

"oh?"

"yeah! imagine the worlds most basic power enhancer, but i can share the energy! you have any idea where that could have come from?"

"no! i can't think of anyone in our family with a quirk like that! sounds crazy!"

naomasa looks grin, and mouths "liar"

izuku pales but keeps his smile

"do you think you could visit, id love to show you!! oh, maybe we could test it together! you always had the best ideas for my quirk notes"

"id love to izuku, but im stuck in america for the near future, you know it is. i'll see what i can do tho, ok champ?"

naomasa shakes his head again "lying" izuku looks like hes going to be sick. nighteye is pale, all might looks stunned. izuku grits his teeth but his voice is still light and happy

"i'm gonna make it into UA so you can watch me kick butt from america! you better cheer me on!"

"im looking forward to it. say hi to your mother from me."

naomasa nods. hes telling the truth. that makes nighteye feel the sickest

"love you izuku"

",,, love you too dad"

izuku hangs up the phone and retches into the bin. nighteye is shaking. all might storms out. naomasa punches the wall

izuku looks up with tears in his eyes

",,, does my mum know?"

nighteye wants to cry

"i dont know kid"

izuku tells katuski that his quirk finally came in! but,,, in the worlds biggest mess of a way

basically hes lying in bed, trying to work out why he can't use it without breaking bones but the people he shares it with can, he bolts upright

"POWER MODULATION OH MY GOD"

he runs out his door all the way to bakugos house and climbs in through his window, grabbing a sleeping bakugo by the shoulders

"KACCHAN ITS POWER MODULATION"

"IZuKU whAt tHE fuCK"

"my quirk!!! i was breaking bones because i wasnt modulating it!!!"

",,,,q QUiRK/???/?"

",,,, oh yeah oops"

mitsuki runs in with a frying pan ready to murder a villain but its just izuku

"carry on"

izuku doesnt tell him its ofa but he explains his quirk has finally showed up, bakugo asks him if hes registered it yet

",,,noooooo"

"wait what? you, breaking the law? mister "i cant kill an ant because all might himself will call me a villain""

izuku, w the most shit-eating grin, explains that you only legaly have to register your quirk when it shows up, or after you are tested when you are five, whichever happens first so, legally, he doesnt need to register because it would be seen as voluntary updating

cut to the enterance exam

aizawa is holding the papers for the kids hes observing right then

"quirkless? that kid doesn't look quirkless"

and yagi sighs

"of course he didnt,,,"

"all might? do you know him?"

"NO NO IDEA WHO MID- THAT YOUNG CHILD IS"

",,,, r i g h t"

“aizawa listen i have never seen young midoriya in my life ever”

basically, izuku is hiding the "transfer" part of his power from most people bc hes stubborn and thinks it could be useful

also,,, in this au shinso makes it in on hero points thanks

bakugo is about to rush the 0 pointer but shinso can see its going to fall on him shinsou yells

"HEY FUCK FACE"

"HA-"

"MOVE MOVE MOVE GET OVER HERE BEFORE YOU FUCKING DIE OH MY GOD MOVE I DONT WANT TO SEE SOMEONE DIE TODAY"

shinsou and bakugou are the type of friends that flat out have no love for each other but would punch anyone who says anything bad abt the other. like shinsou walks into school and bakugou s just

“dammit i thought u fucking died smh”

“i wish i did then i wouldn’t have to look at ur ugly ass”

in this au shinso and izuku bond when they are standing outside they door bc izuku looks like hes gonna fucking cry hes so scared and shinsou is like "wow big mood"

shinso is not shinson in this au! bc izuku is gonna do a soft

basically, quirk test? shinsou is s w e a t i n g bakugo looks a little worried for his new friend but no one would notice if they weren’t izuku

shinsou turns to him like "my quirk is mental im going to fa I L"

izuku grabs his hand and he feels this rush of energy, you can almost see it dancing along his skin. izuku grins

"i think you'll find you do just fine"

(izuku gave him like,, less than a full 1% but hes like doubled in strength and speed and hes??? shook?? bc whats happening)

aizawa is lost bc shinso has a mental quirk he shouldnt be doing this well, so he tries to cancel it

nothing happens and aizawa is so lost??? bc shinsou is kinda reedy and not super fit but hes placing solidly in the middle

and he noticing that shinso’s eyes seem to be glowing and so are they eyes of the kid coming in second and gives a big "hm,mmmm"

anyway, ball pitch, he cancels izukus quirk and turns to look at shinso, his eyes are dim. izuku looks sheepish but also like hes ready to throw down and its an interesting look

aizawa just sighs "you know what? just throw the ball."

izuku g r i n s and yeets it into next year using more of his quirk than he like,, really should have? to prove a point (his finger is bruised, not broken. he used 25%)

anyway aizawa shows the results, shinso is in the middle, izuku second, hagakure is last and sadly shes not getting expelled bc plot reasons – im sorry I have a thing against her shes perfectly valid probably im just still convinced shes the traitor even tho its totally a teacher

he calls izuku out on it but does admit he didnt say you couldnt help eachother, so its kind on him. shinso looks like hes going to pass out with relief

Hagekure is the traitor in this au though, 100%

during the camp she is at the pick up zone, hiding. izuku pulls bakugo out of the way, they all seem safe

but

she pushes izuku in through the portal as it closes

fyi afo takes her quirk and leaves her braindead in the nomu factory bc shes not useful anymore. also because now he needs to have a really awkward conversation with his son he was hoping to avoid

also usj? is really melodramatic

he gives aizawa 4% which is the max nighteye could hold without it hurting

aizawa takes a hit from the nomu and he reaches out his hand

izuku cries as he gives him an extra 4% and aizawa gets free but he can see bruises forming with every step his teacher takes

[scaryscarecrows]

Roots and Leaves, Pt. 6

DC did it first. Take your grievances to them.

Jason and Sheila e-mail back and forth for about a week before she says that she has Thursday off so if he has Thursday off does he want to meet for lunch again?

Last time wasn’t bad. Not a lot of staring or people or anything. He can…he can probably do it again. And it’s a few days away still, so he has time to psyche himself up or, worst case scenario, fake his death and move to Canada.

And it’s been a week and she hasn’t pulled out the Pity Card on him yet and maybe…maybe this’ll all work out okay. She might never be Mom, because Catherine’s always gonna be Mom, but…but she could be Mother, maybe. He can see that in the distant (or not-so-distant?) future.

But he’s not going to rush into things, that’s what got him here in the first place. Patience, grasshopper.

Thursday rolls around and he hasn’t faked his death and moved to Canada, so he has no choice but to put on jeans and a hoodie and resign himself to a couple of hours, easy, of no sunglasses and no e-book shield.

Sorry, any small children who might come out of this traumatized.

Okay. He brings his Kindle anyway, and his sunglasses for the journey, and sticks to his normal Civilian Weaponry-couple’a knives, one pair of brass knuckles tucked into a hidden pocket in his hoodie. Last thing he needs is for someone to pick up a bullet, match it to the Red Hood’s, and come knocking on his door. His luck is bad enough that’s exactly what would happen.

Besides, it’s noon on a Thursday, and even in Gotham that’s a slow hour. Bank robbers gotta eat, too.

The monorail ride there is literal Hell (three fighting couples, two crying kids and old man with no personal spaaaaace!) and he’s literally gasping for air when he stumbles out of the car. He likes people. Honest. If he legitimately hated them all, he wouldn’t risk his life to help them. But interacting with them…he could do without that, mostly.

Whatever. Whatever. It’s over, he lived, he’s had worse.

(And no, he doesn’t hear faint cackling in his head, and that’s final.)

It’s windy today, the type of wind that buffets people every which way and is determined to keep his hood off his head. He fidgets with the drawstrings until it’ll stay and buries his hands in his pockets. Wind sucks. He can feel pollen and dust and Gotham Grime being blown onto his skin.

“Jason!”

Is he there already?

Sheila…looks a lot more haggard than she did before. He tries to remember if she’d mentioned being horribly busy, doesn’t think she did, and figures that to be fair, he hasn’t mentioned the bruise that goes halfway up his back.

She smiles, her awkward driver’s license smile, and waves. Yeah, she doesn’t…it must’ve been a long week, or maybe a rough drive or something. She looks tired.

“Hi.” He’s not sure what to call her, still. Miss Haywood is too disconnected, Sheila’s too personal, and it’s way, way too soon for Mother. Names are a pain. “I’m not late, am I?” He knows he’s not. “Monorail was packed.”

“So was the subway. Can I…?”

Her arms are half-out and he figures she’s asking for a hug. He can do a hug, as long as it’s a short hug.

“Yeah. Thanks for the warning.”

Holy crap, she feels frail. But to be fair, barring Dick’s tackle-hug, everyone’s felt frail since…since. So it could just be him. Hugs are weird now.

(“HUG YOUR DADDY!”)

No. Not today. Everything’s fine.

It’s a sort-of short hug, short enough, anyway, and he wonders, abstractedly, if a day will ever come that he’s used to that sort of thing again. If it even matters whether he does or doesn’t.

It does. Of course it does. And the day will come, in time, and he’ll be better, be normal, be what people want him to be.

Little steps.

* * *

They’ve fallen into a companionable silence and for once Jason’s not jumping whenever someone walks by in a purple sweater or anything when Sheila forces her lips out from between her teeth and says, “I know you were Robin.”

Well. That’s, uh, there’s that out of the way.

“Yeah.” There’s clearly no point in denying it. She probably put it together when Batman came knocking. “For a little while, yeah. I was.” He tastes blood, wonders how long he’s been doing that, and wishes he had gum. Or a mint. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right off, I just…old habits die hard, I guess.”

“Oh God, no, no, I didn’t mean-” She takes a drink. Her hands are shaking, she’s shaking and he doesn’t know what’s wrong. “I just. I thought I should probably make it clear that I did know, so you wouldn’t…I know I was absent, but I don’t want…you shouldn’t feel like you have to hide things from me.”

Oh. That’s. He doesn’t know what to say. Bruce, God knows, has the emotional capabilities of a Himalayan Salt Lamp. Thankfully Jason hadn’t been the type to go through crushes every two weeks, or he probably would have been in Hell. He certainly wouldn’t have…it’s not like he would have shut down the conversation, but sharing and caring? That would have been awkward and best not repeated. Alfred was the go-to for that sorta thing.

All right, then. Since they’re dropping sudden bombshells ‘n all…he has to know.

“You worked for Joker.” There. It’s out. He said it.

And now he kinda regrets it-the self-loathing on her face is a pretty good match for his own, and he can’t tell himself it’s anything less than deep, deep wishing to have made better choices.

“I did.” She straightens up, begins tearing apart a piece of bread on her plate. “Briefly. I’m not proud, but he had a line to my mother, knew where she lived, knew her schedule…knew.” She swallows hard. “Knew she had to rubber-band her jam jars because she couldn’t open them otherwise. I panicked. But it was only for a couple of months-pills, he wanted pills, as much as I could get him. And then he just…went away. I don’t know what he did with them.”

Honestly, after everything, he can’t…he doesn’t have the right to say much. And honestly? There was that one guy, who accidentally cut the fucker off in traffic and couldn’t get away from him.

And look at him. The first man he killed, that wasn’t…oh, sure, he probably had it coming, at least a little, but Jason wasn’t thinking about that or considering it like he does now, he just…he wanted to kill Bruce. Because that was right and reason at the time even though he knows it’s insanity now.

No, he can’t say much.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, and it’s suddenly easier to look at his hands. “I didn’t…that sounds awful.”

“No.” She tips his chin up and it’s an effort not to pull away and to remember that it’s fingers, warm human fingers, and not the pointy end of a crowbar against his skin. “You deserved to know. It’s only fair.”

Truth be told, it’s a relief to know that she hadn’t…yeah, technically she could’ve…maybe done something different, but she hadn’t wanted to work for him. She wasn’t like the ones he’d christened Dumb and Dumber that…they enjoyed that kinda work.

Lunch is finished in relative silence after that, though, and he’s wondering what’s going to happen now when she rifles through her purse and swears.

“Damn…I meant to grab an old photo album I wanted to show you, with some old family pictures and things.”

Pictures of Willis? Yeah, he’s good. Pictures of other people might be interesting, though.

“Next time?”

“My apartment’s a few blocks over.”

Something feels off. He’s paranoid, he knows he’s paranoid, but something…she’s been shaky and weird all afternoon and he doesn’t…

Calm the fuck down, you freak out when someone window-shops for too long!

“Is everything…is everything okay?”

Or maybe something is wrong-she pulls a napkin over and there’s suddenly a pen in her hand.

“I really do want you to see these pictures, Jason,” she says, but her hand is moving and there’s the ever-so-faint skrit-skrit of pen on paper. “I swear you got my mother’s eyes.”

The napkin slides over to him and he glances down. Her handwriting’s spikey and awful-doctor writing to the bone-but his is no better and he can read it well enough.

An old colleague has been hanging around the hospital lately.

Oh.

That explains a bit.

“Sure.”

Her shoulders drop and she crumples the napkin, nails picking it into shreds.

“I’m sorry to do this to you,” she says softly, nearly too soft for him to hear, and he’s quick to shake his head.

“No, no, I don’t mind, I’m glad you…if there’s anything I can do to…”

Shit, she looks like she’s going to start crying and that is indeed PANIC in his throat. Tears are not good.

“You’re a good boy.” Her voice is watery but there are no tears to be seen. Thank Jesus. “I promise next time we have lunch it’ll be normal.”

Oh, good, things haven’t plummeted down to fiery Hell because of all the revelations flying around.

“Everything’s gonna be fine,” he says, and whoops that’s his ‘all will be well, citizen, never fear!’ voice. But it must work, because the about-to-cry look disappears. “Um. Do you wanna…it looks like it’s gonna rain, should we get going?”

And so they do.

* * *

The wind has picked up and it smells like rain. He’s not looking forward to patrol later.

The wind’s not so bad, though, to stop Sheila from lighting up with a self-depreciating, “I know I’m a doctor and should know better, but I honestly don’t care.”

“I can’t really say anything.” He holds up his own pack and rattles it before pulling one out. It’s not as calming as it usually is and he doesn’t know why.

Eh. It’s been a long day, that’s all. He’s not used to interacting with people on a personal level anymore, which is his own fault and probably not necessarily a good thing.

The first few drops have started to fall when they arrive at her building-big, square, and simplistic. She fishes out her keys while they’re in the elevator (which smells like new car, for some reason).

The hallway is deserted. It’s a little creepy, to be honest-his own building might be crap, but there’s always activity. And then, of course, there was Arkham’s hallways, or what he could hear of them. Noisy. Always noisy. But this? Wayne Manor was silent like this. It unsettled him then and it unsettles him now. Call him a city boy, whatever, but he needs noise.

The brass knuckles and knives in his jacket are warm and comforting and he knows he’s not gonna need ‘em, but they make up for this creepy-ass silence.

Sheila opens the door and motions him inside. It’s dark inside-blackout curtains, probably-but he can hear the rain. It smells like new car in here, too, and he wonders, off-handedly, why-

-it’s not empty. He’s walked into one too many ‘empty’ buildings to be very, very attuned to the sound of somebody breathing. Okay. Be calm, back out and shut the door.

He’s about to do exactly that when the light switch clicks and bathes the whole place in stark white. White walls, white floors, white furniture.

Which only makes Harley Quinn stick out like a sore thumb in all that red and black.

“BAY-BEE!” She could never hope to match Joker’s grin, but she gives it a good go, stretching her makeup. Okay. Change of plans. Get Sheila out of here (and preferably out of the building), deal with Quinn. “It’s been a whiiiiile!”

He takes in the mallet leaning against the couch and the shotgun (are those fuzzy dice? Really?) in her hands and comes to the conclusion that great, she’s riding the crazy train.

But maybe she hasn’t seen Sheila yet. Where’s that goddamn light switch?

He moves, only a little, only to feel the unmistakable press of a gun against his lower back.

“Don’t. Move.”

And the world drops out from under him.

No. No, no, no, she said she quit, it was over, she said they’d let her go, she said-

The door shuts. He twists so he can still see Quinn in his peripheral. Sheila’s face is a blank mask-no tears, no joy, no nothing. Just quiet determination and he doesn’t understand, she said…

“Mom?” The word feels thick and wrong in his mouth, but maybe…maybe she’s brainwashed or hypnotized or something, maybe she doesn’t…isn’t…

“Sorry, kid.” The words are harsh but her tone isn’t. Quinn giggles in the background but she sounds so far away and Sheila’s still pressing a gun against him. “It was you or me, and, well…it had to be you.”

What?

“Aww, come to mama, baby!” Quinn giggles again before straightening up and scowling. “Now.”

His feet drag him forward, sneakers scuffing against the white carpet an’ Heaven’s s’posed ta be white, innit, so why does this feel like Hell and what’s going on she said she said-

For once horrible, desperate second, he wants Bruce. Bruce wouldn’t…yeah, he’d thought, at first, that he’d left him but he knows that he didn’t, he really didn’t, he just…

Bruce wouldn’t have pulled a gun on him, he wouldn’t and God, if he’d just fucking talked to him-

“I did what you wanted, Quinn.” Sheila’s voice is so, so flat and is this all she wanted from the beginning? Is it? “Now call your man.”

Quinn doesn’t even look at her. She’s looking at Jason like she always did-like she’s torn between wanting to rip his head off and wanting to wrap him in a blanket and keep him.

This is his own goddamn fault, he just thought…just once, just once-

“Quinn!” Desperation now, and the gun wobbles against his hoodie as she steps out from behind him. “I did what you said! Call your man!”

Okay. Okay.

He forces himself to take a few deep breaths that taste like that last cigarette outside and says, voice as steady as he can make it, “Let her go, Harley. Leave her alone, I’ll. I’ll do what you want, just. Just let her go.”

“Aww, look at you!” Her pigtails sway and he finds himself oddly hypnotized by the movement. “I knew ya had to be Robin for a reason.”

Yeah. Yeah, he was Robin and that’s all he’ll ever be, the one that fucked up.

“Please, Harley.”

“Nyeh…” She adjusts her grip on the gun, finger dancing near the trigger, and looks down at her knuckles. “Eeny, meanie, miny, moe, catch a Batman by the toe. If he hollers, let ‘im go, eeny…meanie…miny…moe!”

He sees it before she does it, but there’s no time-he’s moved maybe half a centimeter before the gun goes off-

-and Sheila.

Falls.

His ears are ringing. They’re ringing and everything’s so white except her, all blonde and blue and so fucking red because Harley didn’t miss and if he’d been quicker, he should have been-

“Aww, don’t be sad!” Harley’s not alone, of course she’s not. He should have known from the start stupidstupidstupid. “Doncha know what happens to people who know too much?”

Her eyes are open. They’re open and they’re looking at him like this is his fault and it is if he hadn’t…

S’like Joker said, once.

“Good boys know how to lay down and DIE.”

“Mistah J had a spot for ya, baby.” Huh? “But you up an’ left us before it was time! So since it’s his birthday-” The fucker has no birthday he just appeared one day too evil for Hell. “-I thought I’d get my puddin’ somethin’-” She winks. “Real nice.”

And they’re on him.

Harley’s goons are dumb, but they’re also big and they manage to drag him down for a minute before he gets a knife out of his sleeve and drives it into the nearest jaw.

“Andre!” Yeah, Andre ain’t comin’ back from that any time soon. “I thought we taught you manners!”

He reclaims his knife and scrambles back up and okay okay maybe he can get outta this-

WHAM!

Lights out.

[the-fiction-witch]

GLADER’S HOUSE P1

MOVIE: MAZE RUNNER 1990′s AU COUPLE: NEWT X READER + WINSTON X FRYPAN + THOMAS X MINHO X TERESA + ALBY X GALLY RATING: VERY SMUTTY

Y/N POV:

I sat happily racing through the old broken up streets the summer sun shining through the leaves of the tree’s high above my head the little summer breeze going through my hair with the familiar smell of fresh cut grass and ice cream not ice sea side ice cream the little cheap ice cream van around a London Parkway nice, I held onto a familiar torso the perfect mix of strong but still lanky body I had learnt to love over so long hugging onto him tightly keeping my fingers in the tight threads of his hoddie my head snuggled into his neck my nose filling with the familiar scent of dirt, cheap beer and Lynx his soft hair lightly touching my face in places looking up to the blue sky and the sun occasionally getting breaks through the thick leaves above us I looked back behind us to see the held together car, where Alby sat in the driving seat concentrating on driving with Gally, sat in the passenger seat his orange jacket over the chair he sat on he was yelling for no real reason I imagine messing with the stereo of the car until suddenly a nice happy music came blaring from the car out of the open windows making me laugh I saw Winston and Fry sat in the back nibbling away at snacks in the back of the car, at that moment I saw Another bike come around the car Where I saw Minho sat shirtless In only a pair of little shorts as he drove with teresa sat behind him in her little dress glitter all over her face giggling away and yelling happily around Just to the other side of the car was another bike where Thomas sat in his normal shirt and jeans Teresa Yelled to me putting the rock and roll sign up on her fingers so I did it back before turning back to face the way we where going and nuzzling my head closer into his neck and pressing a tiny kiss there 

“Honey, I’m driving” Newt laughed “Come On we won't be long now” He tells me speeding up as did everyone else as we rushed down the little streets...

When we at last stopped In front of a huge house with a very old castle look to it

“This is the place?” Minho asked

“Looks way to fancy for us” Winston added

“Relax, My uncle was minted that's all” Thomas smirks getting the key from his backpack 

“You sure he’s fine with us living here?” I ask

“He’s fine he moved to Cali he’s fine with it” He explains going and unlocking the door it creaking open making a million year’s worth of dust flutter up and out the door

“This is gonna be fun” newt sighs as we all get our stuff out the back of Alby’s car and head inside the whole place looked like something out of some old painting but it did have a tone of big rooms almost every room was a master bedroom I Picked out and soon enough newt found me with all his stuff 

“What are you doing here?” I ask him

“I thought as now we have our own place, no nosey little sisters and such to bother us I might Share a room with you” He smirked wrapping his arms around my waist 

“But I have one bed” I giggle

“I know, Just big enough to fuck you on” he smirks

“Newt you once fucked me on a bathroom sink and a children's plastic kitchen, I wasn’t aware space was an issue here” I laugh as I saw him jump on the bed taking off his shirt and Jean's so he laid there In his boxers he laid on his back his face closest to me so he was looking at me upside down and indicating with his finger that he wanted me to come over 

“Come here honey” he smirked

“I’m busy newt, I have to find places for all my stuff” I tell him

“Oh come on baby” he moaned getting up and grinding against my arse 

“No Newt” I giggle pushing him back onto my bed 

“Oh baby! come on then ride me baby” he moaned

“No newt!” I laugh

“fine, I have to go get dinner with tommy, I’ll fuck you when I get back” he smirked giving me a little kiss before going off so I finished up and wondered around  finding all the things and who was where, I saw Alby and Gally in rooms next to each other packings there few things away with a door between their room’s I then noticed Fry and winston already happily snuggling up on a double bed I went down and noticed Minho and teresa going at it on the living room sofa “Guy’s We all have to sit there and I am not cleaning no sex sweats of the couch” I tell them so they stop and began getting ready to go upstairs just as

“FOOD!” Newt and thomas yell just coming back from the take away making everyone quickly hurry into the kitchen and crowding around the huge dining table eager to get the sweet greasy take away food so I took my seat and ate up with everyone else I guess I should explain everyone’s situation, Well obviously me and Newt have been together for the last two year’s our first year was so sweet he was a cute little nerd back then, then sex got into our heads now thats all he ever seems to want to do anymore Alby and gally are together but as far as I know have never done it, or if they had they addnt told any of us,  Fry and winston had been together longer then me and newt they are going on strong at four years they where so so sweet, Minho and teresa...its complicated she has dated both minho and thomas but they kinda all have a odd like freinds with benifits thing between the three of them I dont know how it works and I am not to sure I want to know once we had all eaten gally and alby went off to their rooms to do some work, minho and teresa hurried off toher room and thomas went to bed on the sofa almost out cold and fry and winston went up to bed too leaving me and newt alone in the kitchen cleaning everything away or well tossing everything into the trash until atlast the table was clear “so... do I get to fuck you now?P” he smirked wrapping his arms around me tightly 

“I guess, lets go” I giggle pulling him to kiss me as he backed me up against the dinning table his hands on my arse as we made out his long wet tongue exploring every inch of my mouth his hands craressing my arse cheeks with a slow firm passion he always had with me I wrapped my arms around his neck wrapping my fingers in the little grips of his fluffy hair pulling him closer to me and harder onto me his hands slowly moed up to my hips so I grind them against his hands sloiwly and seductively 

“Umm Babygirl” eh groaned deeply only just pulling away from my lips to rest his forehead against mine his eyes shut his bottom lip trapped with his teeth at that moment looking at his closed eyes I noticed a slow sensation on my leg a slow rubbing on my leg and a hardening “Umm Newt are you really?” I begn

“Yeah, I dont think I can wait all the way up those stairs babygirl” he groaned rubbing up against my leg harder 

“Umm is my sexy man so pleasure deprived he has to rubb up against me?” I giggle and he just nodded so I opened my legs hopping onto the table so I was just sat on it and wrapping my leggs around his waist he opened his eyes and stayed at me 

“Fuck I love you” he smirked going away fro a moment to check thomas was still asleep in the living room and shutting and locking the kitchen door before coming back to me and pulling my underwear from my skirt and undoing his jeans and getting his wallet from his back pocket and getting a condom from there conveniently one red and yellow with “open in emergency” and he quickly undid it with his teeth as I moved my hand down and pulled down his boxers enough to make his huge erection spring free from his boxers slapping his stomach as it leaped “Ohh Babygirl” he smirked before I took the condom from his hand and spilled it down his huge cock making him groan biting on his mouth harshly and as I sat back up smirking at his huge cock I saw his eyes dark with lust “Lay down!” he smirked pushing me down and kissing down my neck as he quickly pushed inside my dripping pussy we moth attacked each other’s lips harshly as to not moan and notify the other’s we where fucking on the kitchen table he pulled away for a second to stand straight holding onto my arse tightly smirking down at me before speeding up his hard thick cock thrusting so fast into my wet pussy my body going almost numb from pure pleasure of his fast thrusts my arse often hitting the edge of the table the pain almost feeling good in all of this till he sped up and went deeper 

“Oh newt!” I moan purposely clenching around him as he went full in

“Oh Y/n” he moaned in response harshly moving much just tiny little hits into that one spot he knows I cant resist causing me to clench tightly around him and cum squirting around him which was enough to make him shake and shudder filling the condom providing him with his sweet release he gave me another sweet kiss before pulling out off me and pulling up his pants taking the condom off and disposing it in the top of the bag from take out and taking it outside as I slipped my underwear back on and went to open the living room door

 “what was the door doing locked?” Thomas asked now awake watching south park on the sofa 

“Stuff” I giggle just as newt came back his hair all sweaty and the obvious look of sexual happiness on his face 

“Ohhhh” he smirked 

“and you told us off for wanting to do it in the living room” Teresa sighs as her and minho come back to watch TV

“Well sofa’s are harder to get sex smell of then tables” I tell her 

“Plus we got to christen the house” Newt smirked

“Yeah with jizz and pussy juice” Minho laughed 

FRY’S POV:

Once we got back to our room I noticed Winston was a bit more cuddly he never wanted to let go of me “what’s the matter with you man?” I ask him 

“I don’t know” He smirked “Maybe I need my sexy man tonight” he smirked tugging on my collar over to the bed so I gave him a sweet little cuddle 

“Don’t you just wanna sleep get used to the new house tonight?” I ask him 

“No.. I want you to fuck me hard ! Make me scream make the whole street know who’s get’s to fuck my arse” he smirked falling down on the bed and slipping of his shirt “aren't you tempted? knowing I need you so bad” He smirked crawling down the bed taking off his pants and bending down so his face was in the pillows and his tight elastic boxers over his arse

“well...When You put it that way Winston” I smirk kneeling on the bed and gripping his hips forcing his arse back to grind against me  “I knew you couldn’t resist me spiggy” he smirked moving a hand of mine down from his hips meeting his hard bulge in his boxers “It’s all for you” he smirked moving and bouncing a little on me to tease me more 

“Good boys that want to be fucked so bad lay down and shut up!” I tell him pushing him back face first into the pillows as I pull off his boxers and grabbing the huge lube container from the dresser and slavering my hand with it before rubbing it all over his tight arse even putting my slender index finger inside him making him moan frustratingly 

“But I wanted your cock” He begs

“You will get it, be patient” I smirk pulling off my pants and shirt covering my cock in as much lube as I could before pulling him close and pushing inside 

“OHHH MY GOD!  I always forget just how big you are” he Moaned as I thrusted fast and hard going as deep as I could and letting him moan and scream as much as he wanted as I sped up slapping his tight arse as I did “Oh God YES!” He screamed as I saw his hand moving to his hard dick lightly pumping it but I batted his hand away 

“No touching yourself, Im gonna make you cum” I smirked speeding up again and slapping him hard 

“OHH YES!” he screamed so I sped Up again going at an inhuman pase making him cum onto the bed and I came into him but as I did he pushed me out letting it spray all over his arse “Ohh Fry I love it when you cum on me” He smirked 

“Umm I love it too” I smirk as he flipped over so I kissed him softly getting up and getting ready for bed “arnt you gonna change too?” I ask him

“No, Im gonna sleep naked so you can look at my sexy arse all night” He smirked 

“Alright” I laugh going to bed with him.

TERESA’S POV:

As soon as south park was finished I went up to my room sitting on my bed and reading my magazine until my door swung open and there stood Minho in his tight skinny jeans starring at me “Hey You Little slut” He smirked “I brought thomas with me” He smirks ...

[a-panda-reads-act-omega]

ACT OMEGA PART 8

THE 24/10/16 UPDATE

Woow, another liveblog from your favorite act omega liveblogger. Are there any other livebloggers out there i need to know.  So yeah, here we are with part 8! Big Vriska number for the win. Also only two updates away from double digits! Yeah, I’m not sure I thought this through with the whole update-update format, this might take a L OT of posts to get caught up. Luckily, I have no problem with making a fuckton of posts. Anyways, I think we left off with the kids, so lets hurry up and get back to them!

(Cant post the image. Here’s the link. http://mspfanventures.com/?s=16414&p=47)

GASP, IS thIS SOME MULTIPLE CHOICE SHIT? Well considering I’m forever going to be staying chronological, I suppose I should start with the one on the next page! 

A CHARACTER SELECTION MENU appears through the power of NON-LINEAR STORYTELLING. You know the drill by now, have some free will! Or just go in this order, if you think agency is overrated

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE

Oh, that’s helpful. Great, I’ll start with ONE then.

The fact that you are a dedicated and loyal reader is obvious and indisputable, so of course you won’t be moving on ahead without having taken a gander at all of the options presented to you.

Obviously! what kinda brainless CHUMP would move on without you explicitly stating to? NOT ME.

Anyways, starting with ONE.

PFt, woah their eyes. 

KANAYA: (Hey) ROXY: oh heeeeey! KANAYA: (Hey To You Again Except Slightly More Quietly) ROXY: (oh sorry)

It seems they gotta be quiet for reasons. H  m m M..

ROXY: (why r we whispering) KANAYA: (I Am Not Entirely Sure)

So they just need to be miss zuipPer lips for no reason then?

KANAYA: (That Just Seems To Be What Everyone Has Lapsed Into Doing) KANAYA: (And Now Speaking In A Normal Volume Will Draw More Attention Than Desired Especially When Attempting To Have A Private Conversation) ROXY: (im lovin this private convo already but you might need to make it snappy)

so everybodys just whispering? do they all got SECRETS? Also, what’s the hurry Roxy?

ROXY: (john looks about ready to get down n dirty with some srs leadership biz)

Oh yeah.

KANAYA: (Alright Then I Will Attempt To Be Brief) KANAYA: (I Wanted To Thank You Again) KANAYA: (For The Matriorb Certainly)

Alright cool! It seems that this Kanaya does remember Roxy giving her the good ol’ matriorb. 

KANAYA: (But Additionally For Everything Else You Have Accomplished Today) KANAYA: (I Know Being The One To Strike The Final Blow Against Our Shared Enemy In The Midst Of Battle Does Not Necessarily Warrant Gratitude But I Thought It Might Be Nice For You To Hear That What You Did Was Appreciated)

What she DID, was prove herself to be a goddamn BADASS. But honestly everybody here’s a badass one way or another. 

KANAYA: (At Least By Me) KANAYA: (On Behalf Of My Species As Well As All Those Who Suffered At The Behest Of The Condesce) KANAYA: (And All Those That May Now Be Born And Live Free Of Tyranny) KANAYA: (You Did Good)

Pft, nice. “Ya did good, kid.” 

ROXY: (omg i am cri)

goddammit these lines always manage to be fucking perfect.

ROXY: (that wasnt brief @ all but twas so so bootiful) ROXY: (gdi cmere moms big loveable space gf)

OK this doesn’t need to be stated, but I fucking love roxy.

KANAYA: (Um I Would Prefer It If We Saved The Hug For Later Maybe) ROXY: (aww ok thats cool)

nO FUCKING HUG NOW

KANAYA: (Anyway I Have Only Just Met You But You Have Already Proven Yourself To Be Just As Extraordinary An Individual As Your...) KANAYA: (Uh) KANAYA: (Rose)

Nice Kanaya.

ROXY: (as my rose?) KANAYA: (Yes Your Rose) ROXY: (;D)

ITS CONFIRMED, Rose is Roxy’s Rose. this conversation is so cute.

See you’re still over there TZ. Whatcha lookin at? The uh... oh youre blind. what are you doing terezi?? come on girl, celebrate!

ROXY: (okay looks like john got distracted by somethin) ROXY: (so since we got a little more time to chat it up) ROXY: (and so long as were exchangin bomb as FUCK felicitations) ROXY: (youre not so shabby yourself yknow) ROXY: (like damn i was absolutely right youre one deadly customer)

Yeah no fuckin kidding, this girl knows how to kick ass.

ROXY: (seeing u whip out that BEASTLY CHAINSAW) ROXY: (was a sight to behold)

PFt, that was nothing. You should have seen when she single handedly put three of the most dangerous characters on the meteor out of commision. 

KANAYA: (I Really Did Not Do All That Much Surprisingly) KANAYA: (Or Perhaps Unsurprisingly) KANAYA: (I Am Not Sure If I Was Erring On The Side Of Caution After All) KANAYA: (Out Of Consideration For The Gift You Gave Me) KANAYA: (Or If Perhaps I Was Simply Unpracticed)

Well yeah, she didnt do as much in this battle as the others.  But like she said, she had the matriorb to keep safe. PLUS, she wasnt godtier. So yeah Kanaya, you’re excused from doing your makeup during the final epic battle.

ROXY: (who cares??) ROXY: (we WON) ROXY: (gave that witch what was COMING TO HER) ROXY: (and thats the end of that no point gettin our knickers all in a twist over it no more)

Roxy’s got the right idea. There doesn’t gotta be any more “proving yourself.” You did the battle, and you came out on top!  JUst be done with it.

KANAYA: (Yes I Suppose Youre Right) KANAYA: (Though I Do Wonder How Things Might Have Gone If I Had Attempted To Dust Off One Of The Old Fraymotifs)

Oh shit, Kanaya’s got fraymotifs? And also, you can use fraymotifs without being godtier?

oh. wait. terezi isnt godtier is she? Yeah, you totally can use fraymotifs without godtier.

ROXY: (no kidding!) ROXY: (yeah that woulda been pretty badass) ROXY: (we could have had a sick combo) ROXY: (void and...) ROXY: (uh) KANAYA: (Space) ROXY: (right yeah space)

Well too bad you’ll never have the opportunity to USE that sick deadly combo!

I am ONE HUNDRED percent sure that will be the case

i am SO SURE

nobody has to die anymore

so

completely sure.

KANAYA: (It May Have Indeed Been Sick But Upon Further Reflection Perhaps Not)

No kanaya, it would be SUPER fuckin badass dont even give me that shit.

ROXY: (wait rly) ROXY: (how come?) KANAYA: (I Dont Feel Like I Ever Got The Opportunity To Truly Get In Touch With My Aspect Like You) KANAYA: (It Has Never Seemed Pertinent That I Be Able To Cast Some Sort Of Spacey Enchantment) KANAYA: (In Fact I Have Yet To Stumble Across A Scenario I Could Not Handle Through More Traditional Methods) ROXY: (u mean a deadly body slam full a sharp metal teeth twice the length of your head) KANAYA: (Yes Precisely) KANAYA: (That Tends To Cover The Bases Pretty Well)

WELL, Chainsaws do seem to cover many different issues. Mainly the ones which involve somebody needing to be cut the fuck in half. But I dont know if being “In touch” with your aspect was ever really a thing. I mean, when did John become “in touch” with his aspect? He just sorta got the powers and did shit with them. i dont really know what that has to do with it- wait a goddamn second. People always associate the wind aspect with like independence and shit, right? And.. the last thing that happened before John went godtier, was a choice. Given to him by Vriska, who for the first time decided to step back and let him decide what to do on his own. Whether or not she would have owned up to what she said about letting him decide how to fall asleep, he still made the choice and went with it on is own. So maybe that’s got something to do with it.

Or maybe I’m just an idiot.

ROXY: (well you know what thats cool) ROXY: (u do u) ROXY: (besides) ROXY: (hopefully there wont be any more reason for you to wreck shit)

GOddammit stop saying shit like that

KANAYA: (That Would Be Ideal I Suppose) KANAYA: (However It Is Always Wise To Be Prepared) KANAYA: (Just In Case) ROXY: (ofc!) ROXY: (and hey) ROXY: (just cuz we won the game doesnt mean there wont be any more opportunities to like) ROXY: (explore yourself and your aspect) ROXY: (our cool powers are too friggin handy for them to just stop bein relevant once we walk thru a magic door)

SPeaking of which, can THEY HURRY UP AND WALK THROUGH THE MAGIC FUCKING DOOR YET IM GETTING ANXIOUS.

ROXY: (maybe someday youll get the chance to blitz ur chakras and get spacey w it) ROXY: (and itll be at your own pace instead of having to rush it for the sake of fixing some giant spacetastrophe) KANAYA: (That Does Sound Nice)

YES IT DOES NOW HURRY UP THROUGH THE DOOR SO THAT BECOMES A REALITY COME THE FUCK ON JOHN

KANAYA: (Considering Right Now I Am Very Unsure Of How To Even Begin Blitzing Those Particular Chakras) ROXY: (i bet u can ask john) ROXY: (hes rly good at givin advice for stuff like that)

YES HE IS BUT HE ISNT GOOD AT OPENING DOORS AAAAA

ROXY: (tho he probably doesnt even know it pffff) KANAYA: (You Are Also Very Good At Giving Advice) KANAYA: (That Was Not Necessarily A Request I Simply Thought I Should Point That Out) ROXY: (TOO BAD youre gettin some anyway ;P) ROXY: (rly tho ive hardly even begun to wrestle my voidy powers into submission) ROXY: (still got a loooooong way to go on that front) ROXY: (but thus far most of my blitzing has just been like) ROXY: (being around the thing) ROXY: (and letting myself embrace this like) ROXY: (natural synergy i got going w it) KANAYA: (When You Say) KANAYA: (The Thing) KANAYA: (Do You Mean Nothing) KANAYA: (Considering Your Aspect Presides Over Literal Nothingness)

Yes Kanaya, this is exactly what she means.

ROXY: (pffft) ROXY: (yes thats what i mean :p) KANAYA: (Okay I Was Just Attempting To Clarify) KANAYA: (How Does One Surround Themselves With The Concept Of Nonexistence) ROXY: (i dunno!) ROXY: (when u put it that way it does sound pretty mind bending) ROXY: (i guess ive just been lucky?) ROXY: (or maybe the nothing is naturally attracted to me and lucks got nothin to do w it)

WELL YEAh, what isnt naturally attracted to you? Guys i just really love roxy help

ROXY: (but yeah i got that voidy ring @ one point) ROXY: (and when john started getting to fixing the timeline he took me to a place that felt like) ROXY: (the nothingest nothing to ever unexist) KANAYA: (That Sounds Interesting) KANAYA: (What Was It Like)

Probably nothing.

THATS a cool panel right there.

ROXY: (well it was) ROXY: (white) ROXY: (but not pure white) ROXY: (just slightly off) ROXY: (and) ROXY: (it was super vast) ROXY: (but not like regular outer space where you can actually see stuff like stars stretch on and on til you cant see it anymore) ROXY: (which at least gives u a sense of distance) ROXY: (but instead it was almost claustrophobic) ROXY: (cuz there was nothing there) ROXY: (you and all the other somethings just completely enveloped by a shrink wrap o absence)

HUmm.. thats pretty interesting to say the least. Not really sure what to think of it though! Just pretty nifty.

KANAYA: (Hmmmm) ROXY: (never really tried putting this into words) ROXY: (i think the thing about it was that the void sort of) ROXY: (changed) ROXY: (depending on how i chose to perceive it) ROXY: (cause the whole point is that its kinda like) ROXY: (idk) ROXY: (maybe a little like binary) KANAYA: (Binary?)

too bad sollux is dead he’d get a kick outta this.

did anybody make this connection. computer hacker guy who likes two’s. Binary. man. i feel like everybody did.

ROXY: (yknow binary) ROXY: (computer language) ROXY: (0011101100101001)

TRANSLATOr HELP

“;)“

omfg she just winked in binary.

KANAYA: (Oh That) ROXY: (the way that works is basically) ROXY: (you have a bit) ROXY: (like a computery bit) ROXY: (and it can say either 0 or 1) ROXY: (and dependin on which it is the computer displays the info differently) ROXY: (but the void is like a completely blank bit) ROXY: (there isnt a 0 or a 1 written on the bit yet but thats all were programmed to understand yknow) ROXY: (like 0 is technically nothing but whats important is that theres something there for you to see) ROXY: (but what im gettin at is that really void is just blank space waiting to be written on) ROXY: (by somebody like yours truly) ROXY: (im the computer and youre the person reading the display)

Oh. That’s pretty cool and shit. 

OH shes gettin all magicky here

ROXY: (and my whole voidy thing) ROXY: (is that i gotta figure out the code for whatever i wanna make exist) ROXY: (and write it on the blank bits) ROXY: (then) ROXY: (i snatch em outta the void!)

Oh AGAIN. YEAh, roxys power seems a lot cooler now.

ROXY: (yoink!!!)

*gasp*

nice lipstick yo

Kanaya is so fucking cute oml. She looks kinda dumbfounded by this lipstick.

KANAYA: (Wow) KANAYA: (That Was Really Quite Insightful Roxy) KANAYA: (I Think I Am Already Beginning To Understand Things Better) KANAYA: (But What Is This) ROXY: (p sure its lipstick!) ROXY: (and its 4 u) ROXY: (i dont rly know if pinks ur color but) ROXY: (here it is anyway!)

Oh god help me im already starting to ship it.

KANAYA: (Another Gift) KANAYA: (Why) ROXY: (daaaaw i dunno) ROXY: (i mean its actually kinda cool i was able to make this at all) ROXY: (i bet it must be bc of you somehow) ROXY: (you like lipstick right?) KANAYA: (Yes) ROXY: (i dont know if this is just me but i bet this is totes a thing w space players) ROXY: (like i get the vibe that u guys r more in touch with the objects around you) ROXY: (specially the ones thatre important to you) KANAYA: (I Suppose...)

HMm.. Interesting bit of aspect analysis. That could possibly be a thing.

ROXY: (well?) ROXY: (ru gonna take it or what) KANAYA: (I Really Cant Accept This) KANAYA: (I Was Attempting To Alleviate The Debt Of Gratitude I Have Already Been Accumulating Towards You) KANAYA: (A Measly Thank You Is Hardly Enough) KANAYA: (And Yet You Present Me With Even More To Be Thankful For)

COme on Kanaya dont be like that. Just take the thing and be hAPPY! you dont gotta prove yourself for a gift.

ROXY: (man thats not how this works) ROXY: (you dont owe me nothin) ROXY: (but heck if it makes u feel better) ROXY: (the space egg wasnt rly 4 u it was 4 all the little trollings that need to be born) ROXY: (skewering the batterwitch was definitely 4 me and earth and stuff) ROXY: (and the lipstick is to thank u for takin such good care of my mom :D)

Dont you mean your Rose?

KANAYA: (... That Does Make Me Feel Slightly Better) ROXY: (so youll take it??) KANAYA: (Okay) ROXY: (hella) KANAYA: (Thank You) KANAYA: (Again) ROXY: (dont mention it!)

She will likely mention this many times.

WEll that was the end for their interaction I suppose, so it seems like we get one page of another interaction then? I guess Dirk and Jake.

Ohp, yep. Jeez they look awkward.

DIRK: (... So.) JAKE: (...) DIRK: (...) DIRK: (That was some fight, huh.)

Goddammit this is awkward. 

JAKE: (Oh yes that sure was a doozy of a brawl we all just participated in.) JAKE: (Or rather multiple brawls.) DIRK: (I think you’re probably up to speed on exactly how well mine went.) JAKE: (Um.) JAKE: (Should i be?) DIRK: (Nevermind.)

Just another beheading of good ol’ Dirk. Seems like that’s a common thing for him. 

((OhOFOHSANSIJFN  HOLY SHIT I PRESSED A BUTTON AND FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT I ALMOST DELETED EVERYTHING I WROTE DAMMIT TUMBLR GIVE ME WARNINGS))

JAKE: (Sorry... its just difficult to, uh...) DIRK: (Don’t be sorry. It doesn’t actually matter.) JAKE: (The important part is you won right?) DIRK: (Yeah...) DIRK: (How did yours go?) DIRK: (If you feel like sharing, that is.) JAKE: (Oh i won too!) DIRK: (Well. Obviously.) DIRK: (I meant... like.) DIRK: (Specifically, HOW you won.) DIRK: (I’d be down to hear some details of all the kickassery you've been dishing out.) DIRK: (That must've been pretty crazy solo.)

Come ONNNN guys, quit dancing around the topic here. Somethings bothering you and its making everything shitty.

JAKE: (Oh.) JAKE: (Well i wasnt alone for long actually.) JAKE: (In fact it was quite the clusterfuck of skeletons sprites and green goblin brutes!) JAKE: (That crabby troll fellow even showed up at one point.) JAKE: (He seemed to be having a difficult time with one of the tinier rascals but i was up to my ears in fracas and fisticuffs myself and couldnt really lend him a hand.)

Dammit Karkat. I love him, but god he’s adorably pathetic in fights.

DIRK: (It looks like he’s alright, so no harm done.) DIRK: (How many of those green dudes were there again?) JAKE: (Im fairly certain there were 14.) DIRK: (And you trounced all of them?) JAKE: (Actually k...carat dealt with one of them i think.) JAKE: (They were small but a decidedly tricky foe. It was scurrying around so fast i dont think a single one of my bullets even grazed it!)

He has ALLLL the luck Jake, ALL of it!  Honestly, can we get a Vriska/Clover battle?

DIRK: (Well, shit. Sounds tough.) DIRK: (Still, my score reads "Jake: 13, Goblins: 0".) DIRK: (Oh, and I’m pretty sure the name you’re looking for is Karkat.) JAKE: (Is that so?) DIRK: (Yup.) JAKE: (My mistake then...) DIRK: (Don’t worry about it.)

Dammit Jake, don’t be so fucking hard on yourself. I feel bad for him now. Like, he’s beating himself up over not knowing a complete strangers name.

JAKE: (Have you spoken to him at all yet?) DIRK: (Nah.) JAKE: (Would you like to?) DIRK: (I guess? Sure.) DIRK: (He and Dave seem to be in the middle of something, though. No point in interrupting.) DIRK: (Besides, I’m talking to you right now.) JAKE: (...) DIRK: (...)

(...)

Alright dammit, I guess we’ll see if they get over whatever’s bugging them in the next update, because that’s the last page. Seeya next time and whatnot folks.