#nothing but love for L Wig here

[microcroft]

stiles stilinski is so streamer coded. im sorry but that dude absolutely becomes the ludwig of the teen wolf universe. he didnt show up in the movie because he had a sponsored stream. sorry that sucks that the nogitsune is back but he has to play overwatch 2 on tuesday for his red bull sponsorship and he lost a bet so he has to do a cooking stream on wednesday and he's hosting a massive video game competition of 20 streamers vs 10 esports pros on saturday - wait did you say allison is back from the dead? thats crazy dude really wish i could help you research what the hell is going on but i gotta go film a podcast with some buddies....

[starkenobi]

Christmas Elves | Bucky Barnes x reader

masterlist — warnings: mcu; silly fluff; drabble.

Summary: Bucky's finally meeting his girlfriend's parents during christmas. Nothing could go wrong, right?

[same universe of Courage Drink and Handsome]

December had finally arrived, and after almost a year together, Bucky would finally meet Y/N's parents. A step to make things even more official as a couple. A status that both of them kept dancing around for months, not knowing for sure if it was the time to bring up the topic. Bucky was on cloud nine, fondly remembering the night Y/N spent at his apartment, having to answer a video call from her parents and listening to Mrs. L/N asking how her boyfriend was. Him. Bucky Barnes. Boyfriend of a brilliant and lovely woman.

However, he was called for a mission that took almost two weeks to finish, throwing all his plans out through the window. When the night finally came, Bucky felt like a bucket of cold water had fallen over his head. In the rush to come home, he'd forgotten that the dinner had a costume party tradition and that Y/N suggested they go dressed as elves.

Running to the nearest store that was still open, Bucky texted his girlfriend (he couldn't stop the silly smile every time he called her that), saying he would meet her in front of her parents' house, making an excuse about helping his oldest neighbor. He tried his best to find an elf costume, but to no avail due to his height and chest. For a brief second, he regretted his decision to start working out more.

"Look, son, I have an elf costume here that should fit you." The old lady who owned the costume store murmured thoughtfully, a smile on her lips probably trying to reassure him. "But it's not exactly the elf you're looking for."

Bucky shook his head, smiling back, despite being more nervous than anything else. "No, it's okay. I'll take it anyway."

Bucky regretted a few things in life, but at that moment, he not only regretted it but also wanted to disappear, to pretend that day never happened. The closer the taxi got to the final destination, the more he felt the despair take over. Y/N was already waiting for him outside, wearing an extremely cute christmas elf outfit, the red skirt highlighting her physique and being a small contrast to the huge green sweater, and an equally huge hat making everything perfect. Bucky took a deep breath, paying the driver and getting out of the car.

He didn't know exactly what reaction he was expecting from Y/N, but it certainly wasn't her laughing so hard to the point of almost falling on the sidewalk.

"Oh, James."

Y/N sighed, looking him from head to toe so she could assess him better. Bucky was wearing a costume similar to the ones Orlando Bloom wore in Lord of the Rings film, with the blond wig and a ridiculously cute Santa hat on his head. "Honey, you look absolutely gorgeous."

Bucky blushed with the compliment, but his shoulders slumped in defeat anyway. "Sweetheart, can we reschedule this dinner? We'll talk tomorrow -"

With her boyfriend's reaction, Y/N straightened her posture, closing the distance so she could hold his face. "James, you don't need to be embarrassed. In fact, my parents -"

But she didn’t finish comforting him. The door of the house opened abruptly, interrupting them. And, to Bucky's horror, Y/N's parents practically marched towards them. Mrs. L/N's eyes widened for a moment as she looked at Bucky.

"Dear daughter, if you lose this boy, we'll disown you!"

Y/N grunted in exasperation, blushing at her mother's words. Her dad, not far away, greeted Bucky with a handshake, a wide smile on his lips.

"I'm happy to know that our daughter has conquered an elf of such importance." Letting go of Bucky's hand, Mr. L/N patted him on the shoulder. "Welcome to the family, Legolas."

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[captainjacklyn]

Hey, yo, you probably saw me on one of your posts. I was wondering if you could do the arcana twilight characters reacting to reader training Precious to destroy sisuris's balls l, I'm so sorry for this post, but I had to. You could skip if you want to. Also, sorry for misspelling sisuris name.

HAHAHAHAGHDJWEH- no worries my friend, there is absolutely no harm done on your part, I'm glad you enjoy that crack shit post and I hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.

character(s) : spica, alpheratz, arcturus, pollux, vega

warning(s) : someone's balls being obliterated, a feral ferret and a vengeful summoner that just wants to see blood.

Spica

Speechless and just straight up lost, man is just looking at us for a good minute before continuing to walk down the aisle like nothing happened.

for reference his face looked like this :

He says nothing, he's just confused and tells himself that he needs coffee thinking he's hallucinating due to all the work he has to do.

don't even bother explaining, Spica will pass out and Precious is going to take that opportunity to destroy.

"Wrong target Precious I'm not letting you hurt rapunzel."

"AHDJEREJHR !"

Alpheratz

Hype man right here, he's literally helping you coach that killing machine to end Sirius.

Precious actually stops trying to rip his wig off and is now accepting him as a friend, sort of.

I love this trio ! A batshit crazy animal, their batshit insane owner and the owner's boyfriend who hates the same person they hate.

Once precious is released into the city to found that sexy gun man, it's over for him.

It crawls it's way through the streets, hissing at anything in it's way until it finds the legs of the enemy..and CRUNCH GOES THE BALLS OF THE ASSHOLE-

*screams in agony*

Arcturus

[Name] I don't think you have to- "HAJSKFBEFUEKR-"

Precious held on to his leg for a week, it didn't wanna let go for even a minute. Had to constantly keep this ginger man in a hospital because the moment he got out he would bleed extensively.

Once it got off of him, you just continued to train your unhinged creature.

Precious is really going balls out for the game I'll tell ya that, we're not just speaking about the nutcracker here we're talking about the sacrifice of future generations as well.

This poor dude is just standing on the sidelines like : you don't have to do this but I still support you because that's really all I can do...

Pollux

Oh he means business.

We got another coach right here- bro is going to ANNIHILATE sirius and whatever is left.

Although he keeps wincing whenever it actually happens, I mean they're both guys he knows just how painful it can get.

It's really terrifying to be honest just witnessing something that violent.

I mean who would expect this :

to act like THIS :

That's pollux trying to hold it, Precious is completely calm and rational with it's beloved owner.

Vega

._.

wut ?

like Spica, he will stand there, but not like Spica, he will remain standing there for a very long time.

Even Precious stops bitting the plastic toy that now looks like it's been shredded, even you stop encouraging your cute psychopath of a beast.

why are you giving it more attention ? HIIIIIISSSSSSSS-

He doesn't give a shit, we all know just how much of a simp he gets when it comes to you.

I love how I skipped the part where Precious tried to lunge at him and remove his eyeballs from his eye sockets.

You luckily managed to avoid that, but now you got an animal and a touch-starved white boy clinging onto you for dear life.

Vega I need to proceed with my ferret's training so could you please ? no. ...You're lucky you're just as adorable as my electric saw. BFUKETGEHTK$#$ PRECIOUS STOP SWEARING-

Have a good day I hope you liked it.

[seneon]

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐀'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

there was nothing but a single porcelain piece of an angel on the soil ground. only a name was engraved onto it, nothing else. but the ground was empty, no tombstones whatsoever. just a dirty little angelic porcelain doll on the ground. and why is that?

HYOMA X FEMALE! READER 🎬 tw: insanity and a corpse. A/N — the fifth piece. insane as in, mad, crazy. yeah. that's you in this piece. you insane and delusional chigiri fangirls.

what is more thrilling than the idea of creating bisque porcelain dolls? to put the pieces together, gloss their skin or paint them over with the fairest pink, dress them up then giving them a name.

nothing else could compare to the fun of being a porcelain doll maker. it was just like l/n y/n who absolutely admires dolls her entire life. every doll, every type, every stereotype, every history and every single doll that has been carefully carved by the hands of dollmakers. she loved every single one of them like how she loved herself.

to be a doll maker and to puppet a doll is generally a fun little hobby for the girl. every single day and every single night, she worked on her dolls.

especially on her newest project — a masculine doll. a doll which is designed to be like a man. with the most pigmented reddish pink hair she could ever mixed for the hair and deep pink for the eyes. she wanted to create a male doll with some features of a girl. but the male doll was put in a suit with his hair neatly tied up in a ponytail. she did not have intentions of showcasing his hair.

upon the final touches of the doll, it soon came to a completion. and a completion means to display the masterpiece. she named the male doll hyoma chigiri.

y/n is proud of her work, as she wakes up every morning to wish her doll a fair good morning as she did with her cat. she takes care of the doll every single day, even if it was set in a display, she let him out and fixed some parts of him that gets messy over time.

how would a dollmaker react when her creation is comfortably seated where she usually sat to work on her other porcelain dolls, looking right at her, with her cat on its lap?

she froze, and dropped the materials she was going to use for her next project and felt an overwhelming feeling overtaking her entire body. what kind of doll could do such a thing? is that possible by nature? no wait, it doesn't make sense. at all. why is her doll—

"what's wrong? scared?" he, or it, spoke, hands continuing to pet the cat as a taunting smile surfaced. "i am finally alive after all."

y/n slowly walked towards her alive and breathing creation, feeling her own lips curved upwards at the familiar feeling of love and affection. it was then she opened up her hands and threw herself on the supposedly "doll of hyoma chigiri". her cat jumped away and took a seat there, eyes watching everything unfold.

"there there, y/n," the doll spoke, hands wrapped around the girl to embrace her. "i'm here now. and i'll always be here for you."

y/n nodded, hugging the corpse with poor pink wig that is dressed in a suit tighter. while the chigiri hyoma doll rests untouched and locked away in a glass display.

grave four 🪦 spooktober graveyard series | NEXT

© SENEON OCT 14th 2023 | 5th PIECE OF S. GRAVEYARD.

[imdeadinsidesiriuslydead]

An Angel

Miles Miller x reader

a/n: yo so, my friend and I watch “Bad times at the el royale” together and it was really good! I love the movie! Anyway I was disappointed to see there isn’t really anything written for Miles under his hashtags. But some of the newer post have like 90- 300 likes so I don’t think the hashtag is dead. I really wanted to read something for him but quickly ran out of fics. So I decided to write what I would want to read for his character. It’s been bugging me all day so I’m finally writing it! Enjoy! 💕

No smut on this but if anyone wanted a part 2 that is just smut I can do that.

minors DNI

TW: blood, cult shenanigans, violence, Miles poor tortured soul, this is as dark as the movie, 1960’s shitty culture, oh and also cursing

When Y/N first pulled up to The El Royale, she never expected to be in this situation.

Sure when she first got here she felt uneasy, but it was the only hotel for 10 miles and she was getting to sleepy to be behind the wheel.

But instead of sleeping in her California room, she was walking to the main lobby with a gun held to her skull.

A hippie and man and woman had broke open her door and held a gun to her chest. She really had no choice to follow them.

At first she thought this was a robbery, she wasn’t gonna risk her life for her purse so she followed along where they were yelling for her to go. But as she walked into the lobby and saw a gambling table with the other guests and the front desk clerk tied to chairs while a man with an open shirt taunted them, she knew it was more than that.

The man turned around with a wicked grin. “Howdy,” he turned back to his hostages “look here we found us a new player!” He smiled. “Boots why don’t you tie her up and she can sit where Emily was hmm.” He shouted to the California side of the room.

A teenage girl that couldn’t have been more than 15, wearing red boots, came out from behind the jukebox and pulled a chair over.

Y/N was shoved in the detection of the table and to the open chair. As she hung her head low, in fear of meeting the mans gaze, she gasped in horror when she saw Emily’s dead body.

Emily barley introduced herself to Y/N, when she had laughed at the “Fuck You” on the Ledger.

“Sit” the man behind her said as she reached the chair.

Y/N complied and felt ropes wrap around her waist and hands.

“Oh, how rude of me!” The leader, she assumes, speaks again. “I haven’t introduced myself yet. Terrible edict I know.” He smiled as he leaned down to Y/N’s level. “I’m Billy Lee. I’m assuming you must the the Miss. Y/L/N right?”

“Yes sir.” She replied shortly, fighting back tears. She had never been this frighten in her life.

Y/N heard a whimper next to her, she snapped her head to the side, looking at the other guest.

The clerk’s, Miles, face was bleed and one side, with what appears to be tiny bullet holes. He had a cloth tied to around his mouth to keep him from talking but his sobs were very audible.

The women, Darlene, was missing her wig and Father Flynn had a cut on the top of his head, not nearly as bad as Miles though.

Billy Lee snapped his head “Kid if you don’t stop I’m gonna make you play again.” Miles immediately shut up and glanced at Y/N.

Billy Lee turned back to Y/N before a wide grin grew across his face. “So Y/N, tell me” He leaned closer “why are you here? How are you mixed up in this?”

“I’m not mixed up in anything! I don’t know what going on.” Y/N practically sobbed. She had never seen a dead person before but now she’s sitting right next to one.

Billy Lee didn’t seem to believe her. “You really think that theirs nothing suspicious about you being all friendly with Emily.” He narrowed his eyes. “Did you help Emily try to steal what’s mine?”

“what?” Y/N asked unsure of what he meant.

“Did you help Emily take Boots from me?” He asked getting angrier as his grip on his gun got tighter.

“No. No I didn’t” Y/N cried.

Billy Lee cocked his gun and held it to her face. “ I don’t believe you”

Y/N started shaking in her chair and she sobbed. “ I didn’t! I didn’t! Please! I didn’t! I just met Emily! I didn’t do anything!” She screamed as she cried leaning away from the gun.

She already felt dead. She felt like there was no other option. She was a deadman.

She begged for her life for 30 more seconds before Billy Lee smirked and turned his head to Miles.

“Well, Captain pervert? Did she seem to know Emily? Did you see her talking to her through the mirrors?” He asked.

Miles violently shakes his head no.

Father Flynn spoke up. “She wasn’t involved with the money either. She’s just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Is that true?” Billy Lee asked with a fake pout.

“yes! Yes! It’s true!” Y/N sobbed.

Billy Lee lowered the gun and smile at her before punching her right across the face.

“ Tell the truth!” He roared in her face making her cry more.

She could feel the blood dripping down her nose and lips. She tried but she couldn’t get the words out. She sobbed until he punched her again, knocking her out cold.

————————-

When she woke up she was laying on the ground still tied to her chair.

She looked around as her vision came back to her. She saw fire and broken glass. The table had been flipped and gunshots were going off.

She squeezed her eyes closed trying to think of something happy but nothing came to mind.

All of a sudden there was the screaming of the teenage girl, and more gunshots.

Y/N felt hands on her and opened her eyes dreading the worst but was met will the eyes of Father Flynn.

He cut the ropes around her wrist and waist and moved on to help Darlene.

Miles walked back to the group with the rifle in his hand. As he walked towards the little girl.

She watched as his face changed from stone to immediate regret. He put his hands on her shoulders and repeated how sorry he was.

Father Flynn, who she was beginning to think wasn’t really a priest, grabbed the gun and followed behind him quietly.

The little girl turned around and tried to shove a knife in Miles stomach but Father Flynn shot her before she could pierce his skin.

Darlene shouted for them to get out as the building was starting to come down.

Miles grabbed Y/No’s arm and pulled her with him through the door and out to the parking lot.

Y/N was dragged through the parking lot into a car. Father Flynn and Darlene took the front seat while Miles shoved her into the back with him. He helped her click on her seatbelt and quickly did his with shaky hands.

As Flynn sped away from the hotel, everyone kept their eyes ahead of them, afraid of what they had just witnessed.

[1llus1on1st]

since i haven’t posted any art (let alone original characters) in a while, here

have some robots

From left to right, they’re Neal Dancer (He/Him), Dr. Malthouse (Any but prefers gender neutral pronouns), and 2Q6 (She/They).

Neal Dancer (DANCER-N34.L) could’ve been a superhero in a different life under different circumstances, but his now peaceful environment ended up turning him into a giant goofball with the ability to shoot miniature chakrams from his wrists. A war machine after a war serves no purpose… therefore, Neal is beholden to absolutely nothing and no one.

His personality is cattish: He’s the kind of guy who’ll somehow manage to climb on top of your fridge and jokingly tell you to fuck off when you tell him to get down, only getting down once you’re out of eyeshot. And he’ll laugh and laugh and laugh, because he’s fun loving to a degree that could be very easily mistaken for hedonism.

He’s the most human out of the cast, a human brain being entirely intact inside of his head. He enjoys the company of his friends, and ultimately means no harm to anyone… but he is quite prone to accidentally harming others, which is where Dr. Malthouse comes in.

Dr. Malthouse (69266-APP-COMFORTERM4) is a machine that was initially designed as a replacement for a war medic (APP stands for Ares-Panacea Project), and it retains the ability to heal others through both medical and mental aid. The metal parts of Malthouse are covered in little compartments and drawers filled with medical tools, an amount comparable to a first aid kit the size of a briefcase.

The bubbly stuff is not metal. It’s a gel that is plush as skin and is warmed by the surrounding wiring to a skinlike warmth. It differs from skin by the fact that it’s perfectly smooth, translucent with large air bubbles suspended inside it, and changes color based on Malthouse’s emotions (The default is turquoise, with red for anger, orange for curiosity, yellow for happiness, green for sadness, and purple for fear).

The emotion chart is handy to have because Malthouse can’t visibly emote any way else. Its movements are robotic and its mouth is painted on. Its voice is similarily unexpressive, being a gentle but still very robotic text to speech voice, but it makes up for that by speaking with a romantic eloquence, a poem in every sentence longer than 2 words.

If you’re having stress-induced sleeplessness, it’ll let you rest your head in its thighs and it’ll read you a bedtime story to help you forget about the world long enough to drift off to sleep. If you need to cuddle, it’ll let you bury yourself into its gel and pet you like a cat. If you just need to vent, it’ll listen to every word you have to say. It was ultimately designed to comfort, and it’s very good at it.

Malthouse and Neal are good friends, despite what could be seen as opposite personalities on the surface. But both of them are creatures of humor, and Malthouse will be the first to tell you that the fact that it has a clown wig made out of the same stuff as its skin is absolutely hilarious.

2Q6 (SunValleyCasino–2176) was initially built to work at a casino, serving a role not dissimilar to a Jollibot at a Jollibee’s. The casino shut down due to multiple scandals, and the robots there were all essentially thrown in the dumpster with its closing. 2Q6 woke up again.

It’s a rare sight to see 2Q6 not in a good mood. This is majorly facilitated by the fact that she no longer has any responsibilities. Neal finds a kindred spirit in them; both of their hearts are as free as the wind. 2Q6 is mildly offput by Neal’s seemingly endless supply of weapons designed to kill and/or maim, but she ultimately understands Neal’s situation and ignores it.

In terms of exceptional abilities, their left forearm has a card shuffler in it, but compared to Neal’s quasishurikens and Malthouse’s reputation as an entire hospital on legs, 2Q6’s laden talent is harder to pinpoint. She’s ultimately determined that their exceptional ability in the group is her ability to use her screen face as a makeshift television/computer monitor, and is therefore fully capable of running DOOM, unlike Neal whose screens are only capable of displaying his facial expressions and Malthouse whose closest thing to a screen is a heartbeat monitor.

They claim that the panel on her chest covers a compartment with a little hamster on a wheel that powers their body. Whether this is true I have absolutely no idea.

[caffeinated-chaos-bean]

After seeing the sight of her now ex-sleezball, the girl sighed and stormed off without a second glance back. She stopped at an old bus station, one that hadn't been used in a couple summers now. This will be, what... the third or fourth year? Not that that really mattered. The girl took a seat, the wind almost leaving her as she shut her eyes and pondered what just happened.

"...So... where is he?"

The girl looked up, her eyes widening at the sight before her. "I... He's still at the apartment. I left just as some girls started to kick his ribs in..."

The succubus looked at her, her arms still folded. "...I see."

"L-Look... I am so sorry for what has happened," the girl began. "I had no idea that he was in a current relationship, and... after seeing how he treated you even in front of me?? Nothing about that interaction sat right with me since he had moved me in.

"He hold me that he'd been broken up for a while now, and that his last girlfriend had been stalking him... After you took off, he tried to explain things as you being that stalker, and that you were trespassed countless times prior to when he brought me over...."

The succubus remained silent, allowing for the girl to continue explaining.

"He... He tried to convince me that you had refused to give up your house key and that you were threatening him if he were to enter any new relationships, but that he was just so done with that... and reassured me that he'd take care of you if you became a problem."

The succubus scoffed. "Me? A problem? Ha!"

"Look..." the succubus began, her hands to her chest. "You don't... seem like all that bad of a girl... and... a good portion of my reaction to that mess was... heartbreak and hunger mixing... a-and... it made me think irrationally..."

The girl let a relieved breath escape her lips. "S-So... you aren't... here to kill me?"

The succubus shook her head. "N-No. Far from it, actually... uhm... I was... thinking that... maybe... given we both were used and abused by him, that... just maybe... we could be... friends?"

"You... you really think we could be friends?"

The succubus stiffened, her wigs twitching downward. "O-Only if you want to, that is... I uhm... I know that this situation is.... well--"

"I'd love to be friends~ My name is Elena~"

The succubus blinked in surprise as the quick reaction. Perhaps it was due to both of them having been wronged and the fear of an alternative outcome clouded her own expectations?

"Eheheh~ I'm... I'm Lilicia~"

Side Chick: Marslssey, TDA, Freya-Vhal, and tehrainbowllama

Teto Model: kitzabitza

K-ON! Houkago Live!!: Bus Stop: MusaNakaNM

Sitting Pose: Myself

Bashful Pose: Metra-philia

Effects:

SvSSAO: Sovoro

Diffusion: Sovoro

Dream Shader: Ianami

[marinerainbow]

No one asked, but here are some headcannons for the one and only,

~Jessica Rabbit~

(Why isn't this GIF used more often? No joke, she looks amazing here (then again she looks amazing in the whole movie))

I've seen people headcannon Jessica is asexual, and that's definitely awesome to see! However, I personally think she's demisexual. In one of the canon Roger Rabbit shorts, specifically 'Tummy Trouble', at the end we see Jessica actually instigate/suggest pattycake to Roger. And it wasn't in the cartoon she was starring in with him, it was after they were off set. So it does look like she does enjoy that sort of thing, but only with her husband. Again, I'm not ragging on anyone who sees her as ace, this is just my personal opinion.

I saw a post on here saying that Jessica's maiden name might be Krupnik, and that implies she's Jewish. And honestly, regardless if that's canon, I like it. I'll have to look into it more. Not necessarily a personal headcannon I guess, but I'll still add it.

Jessica wants to be a baker someday. Yes her main job is a singer and actress, but her real dream is to own a bakery. So far she's just baked for Roger and their neighbors, but she's getting there. And it's not just baked goods, she's a master with the frying pan. Cooking dinner together is one of hers and Roger's favorite at home dates (Disney, where's the Jessica Rabbit restaurant?)

This one i highly doubt is canon and I imagine would be difficult to figure out how it would work for toons, but I'll still share. Her hair kind of looked like it was ready to fly off when she and Eddie were driving out of Toontown, and that led me to this headcannon: Jessica has alopecia. She usually just sticks with red hair, but she'll wear different wigs based on what character she'll play in a cartoon (maybe it was Jessica playing as Hello Nurse from animaniacs?). And you all know Roger supports and adores her anyway and helps take care of her wigs. (I do know that some people just have wide foreheads or hairline, and I can see that with Jessica too! I just like imagining Roger reassuring Jessica she's beautiful no matter what).

I'm nor sure why, I have no reason to think this, but I like the idea that she and Smartass used to be friends before the events of the movie. Who knows, maybe he gave her relationship advice from his last marriage. I'm not sure what would have happened between them, (aside from you know, framing her husband for murder and trying to get him killed), but I do crack-headcannon that he wasn't her best man (man of honor?) at the wedding, and that's what made them enemies.

I think that Jessica genuinely likes to be beautiful. She doesn't like the attention and judgment that comes with it of course, but frankly that says more about the people around her than her herself. She likes putting on her makeup in the morning, she likes wearing her dresses, she likes styling herself. And not just her own cosmetics, I can imagine she likes picking out new furniture for the house (not all the time, just when it's needed), and she loves helping Roger put together his outfit for the day. There's nothing wrong with styling oneself, and Jessica can preach to the choir on that one.

Speaking of the choir, Jessica volunteers at singing classes to help others with their own voices. She's a very sweet teacher and will offer tips on how to stretch your voice or sing those high notes without strainging yourself too much (What if this is how she and Roger met? He went to a class she was helping out in, and they hit it off?).

This was seen somewhat in the squeal comic Resurrection of Doom. I think Jessica has a soft spot for horror films. Specifically the classic horror films like Frankenstein or Dracula. She's not a die hard horror fan, but she does enjoy them from time to time. She knows Roger doesn't like them though, so she won't force him to watch them with her. But of course, he loves her just as much as she loves him, so he'll still watch them with her, as long as she holds him during the scary scenes.

This is kind of a darker headcannon; just mentions of drugging, but proceed with caution. In the club, or when she's out, she'll keep an eye out for any suspiciously fizzy or cloudy drinks. She has lost count of how many times she's caught someone trying to roofie somebody else, and she'll teach others how to look out for bad drinks. She mentions in the deleted scene that someone tried to break in her dressing room once, so who knows how many times someone tried to drug her as well? Needless to say, she doesn't play around with that shit (if I could draw, I would definitely draw her punching a roofie user in the face)

Any questions anyone has, I'm more than happy to answer! ^^

[randomdancingwhore]

The Female of the Species - JJ Maybank x Bimbo! Reader

Summary: Peterkin and Shoupe have to deal with a couple of frequent fliers, namely JJ and Y/N.

Request: “Can you please do JJ Maybank x bimbo reader” (Anonymous)

Warnings: Kissing. Reader is an airhead. No beta read.

JJ's plan was simple, in and out. All he had to do was distract the store clerk, pocket the goods, and walk away.

But nothing was ever that simple.

A customer had seen what was going on and didn't hesitate to tell someone. That's how he ended up here, across from Sheriff Peterkin in one of the small questioning rooms of the Kildare County police station.

"Now, why don't you explain to me what happened here, Maybank?" The Sheriff said as she leaned on the table.

"I was in the store, and it just so happened to fall in my pocket" JJ shrugged coolly.

"Really? You were just randomly in a women's jewellery store, and those earrings magically fell inside your pocket?"

"I wouldn't say 'magically,' but the rest sounds about right," he says. "We done here, sheriff?"

"You're telling me this has nothing to do with that little girlfriend of yours? the L/N girl?"

"You think she put me up to this?"

"No, I don't think 'Thing 2' would even know how. What I think happened is that you wanted to give your little lady something special, a pretty pair of earrings maybe."

"Nah, that's not what happened" That's precisely what happened.

"Is that so?" Peterkin quirked a brow.

The young couple had a fight two days ago and hadn't spoken since.

Feeling bad about it and wanting to do something to show how sorry he was, JJ remembered a pair of earrings that Y/N had wanted ever since she saw some kook wearing them.

The problem was that those earrings would take months to save up for, and he couldn't wait that long to get her back.

...................

In another questioning room sat Shoupe, staring at a teenaged girl wearing a grandma wig and round glasses.

"What am I looking at here, Y/N?" He asked her.

"Me, duh," she said matter-of-factly.

Shoupe let out a sigh. Every time Y/N or her boyfriend stepped into the station, which was often, the cops drew straws on who had to deal with them, and this time, Shoupe and Peterkin came up short.

"Okay, let's take a look at this report" He opened a file. "It says here that 'a female, minor dressed like an elderly woman walked into a surf shop and attempted to hide an entire surfboard under her large granny dress'. Is that what happened?"

The girls' plan had been simple; walk into the shop dressed like Madea so she would have enough room under her dress to hide the board.

But of course, some nosy workers had to run their mouths.

"I'm like not admitting to anything," she said, checking her nails.

"That Maybank kid put you up to it?"

"Of course not, JJ is totes innocent."

"I wouldn't go that far. You wanna go to jail, Y/N?"

"Ew, no"

"Then just tell me why your boyfriend wanted you to steal the board, 'cus I know damn well you didn't come up with this on your own"

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"That JJ Maybank is trouble and you're not exactly the brains of the operation."

Y/N wasn't really offended with that last part the officer's statement. After all, she didn't actually come up with the plan. She got the idea from a cartoon she had been watching.

JJ was always the smart one between them, and according to her, he always had the best plans.

And yes, you read that right; JJ was the smart one in the relationship.

"You know what? I like want my lawyer, rn."Y/N huffed

...............

The police had to let the teens go since they both never actually left the stores with anything.

JJ was just about to step out of the station when Y/N called out to him.

"Baby!" She yelled, walking over.

He turned around; a look of confusion crossed his face when he noticed her get-up. Y/N saw this and concluded he didn't recognize her because of the disguise

She took off the wig "Omg, don't worry, it's just me."

JJ was positively beaming to see her. As always, she was her authentically silly self. "What are you doing here, babe?" He pulled her into a bear hug.

"The cops like tried to arrest me for stealing a surfboard or whatever. You know that one you said you like really wanted," she stated

His heart warmed. He wanted to articulate exactly how Y/N made him feel, how he loved being around her, how she made him feel like he mattered and how much he hated being at odds with her, but instead, all he could say was,

"You're so fucking hot," obviously not caring that she was dressed like their English teacher.

He didn't stop himself from bringing his lips down on hers and beginning a very intense make-out session in front of everyone.

This went on for a whole two minutes before Peterkin got rid of them.

"If those two aren't the same species of idiot…" she told Shoupe as they watched the teenagers leave.

"L/N's about ten times worse," he challenged

"You know what they say about us girls; we always do it better."

[lynihana]

𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐑!

#𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

tw≠ mention of character death.

event masterlist ≠ masterlist

“Koko is it really necessary for me to wear makeup ?” you asked the man who's just watching you like a hawk.

“yes y/n. It's important and it's to hide your acnes, dark circles, and other flaws on your face” Koko said with a tone that sounds like he's right. and he is right. You know that already.

“but why do I need to wear emerald eye contact lenses ?” you asked him again and koko just ignored you.

Everything was starting to seem off the makeup, the eye contact lenses, and even the goddamn wig that Koko told– no. ordered you to wear.

and you looked at your reflection on the mirror and your appearance reminded you of her appearance.

It was as if he was trying to make you look like akane and you're hoping that your theory isn't true.

After all the make-up artists have left and finished your makeup you finally decided to confront Koko of what you've been thinking about.

“koko please be honest with me.” Koko isn't even paying attention to you so you decided to hold his hand to get his attention, he immediately slapped your hand away. getting alarmed by what you just did “y/n don't do that again and what is it you want again?” Koko looked at you and you looked back at him. Trying to search the affectionate and loving look on his eyes but you found nothing.

“what really is the reason you're making me do all this and look like this......is....it because of akane..?” you feel the atmosphere suddenly become tensed and cold “why don't you just shut up and do what I'm asking you y/n?” Koko hissed at you “that's not what I asked Koko. Answer my question” you said, tears threatening to pour out “don't cry now y/n. You'll ruin the makeup and of course I love you.” Koko told you but it sounds like he was just saying that to make you stop “Koko....am I pretty like akane?” you asked again and koko suddenly glared at you “what do you mean y/n?. You'll never be as pretty as akane, even if you're her sibling you'll never be like her nor will you be in her level.” He said with a harsh tone and you broke down at that as your makeup started to get ruined “stop crying now y/n. You're getting your makeup ruined!” koko raised his voice at you but you didn't care and it was getting on his nerves. He sighed and brushed his hair with his hand

“you know what y/n maybe you should get a plastic surgery. no?” you looked at him horrified. you're scared that the surgery might go wrong “I don't want that Koko! Are you not satisfied with how I look?!” you yelled at him. Angered by what he just told you shamelessly “oh no y/n. I didn't give you a choice, Did I?. And yes I am not satisfied at how you look because if I am then why would I even do all this?” Koko walked towards you and pinched your cheeks very harsh “you'll do as I say y/n. Got that?” Koko told you and you can feel his breathe on your face. “you're fucked up Koko!. I don't want to do this bullshit!” as you kicked his balls.

Koko groaned and fell on the floor on his knees “get back here y/n!” he yelled at you threateningly but you didn't care. you ran and ran not caring where you're going.

You were now in the middle of the road running.you were now getting exhausted and maybe that's the reason why you didn't notice the sound of the truck coming towards you. You noticed the lights of the truck but it was too late because the next thing you know, you were now laying on the ground. your white dress getting stained with your blood and it was now starting to look like a beautiful red color.

Koko have been trying to haunt you for days after you ran away

He suddenly got a phone call. Showing your number. Thinking it was you trying to come back to him.

He decided to answer it and it wasn't your voice at all. It's a different voice and koko was starting to feel a bit nervous of what could happen to you “hello is this y/n l/n's fiance?” the voice asked him “yes this is him speaking and may I ask what you're doing with her phone?” Koko spat at the voice annoyed at the person “well y/n l/n passed away at exactly 11:11pm” Koko couldn't believe it. You? Dead? It seems impossible. He quickly hanged up the phone and he throws it to the wall. he gripped his hair and looked down.

He can feel something wet on his face. is he crying? No. He shouldn't. You were just a replacement for akane. So why is he crying? Is it perhaps he have fallen inlove with you for the past few years you two were together? It's impossible. he promised he will only love akane. So why is he feeling regret, guilt, and most of all heartbroken.

“I'm sorry y/n...” as he broke down to tears and sobs

[cherrykindness]

wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."

[xoxo-teddybear]

Adorable - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Cursing, slice of life, Bakugou kinda ooc but still lovable

Summary: Honestly it’s just some scenarios of Bakugou and Y/N being an adorable couple. It’s also just some moments in their lives as a couple

“Annnddd....done!” You squealed as you got your setup ready. You were currently setting up a cupcake tower on a table after you spent days baking. UA needed some funds so they set up a little event to raise money. Students could either participate in raising money or giving money and Y/N chose to do a little cupcake sale to help out. What a sweetheart.

“It looks amazing Y/N,” Mina said as she tried to grab a cupcake. You smacked her hand away before she snatched one. “Ow!”

“Those aren’t free Mina, they’re important too.” You explained as you picked up a stack of flyers to pass out.

“I know they’re important! They’re gonna save my life! I didn’t get to eat breakfast and I’m starvingggg.” You laughed at your best friend before you took a few steps away from your table to pass out the papers.

“Well unless you pay for it, you can’t have it. Besides, I put a lot of work into them. I spent a week in the kitchen and I just spent 4 hours setting up the table. Cant let them go to waste and just give ‘em for free.” you said as you gave away the flyers.

What you didn’t realize was that behind you at your table, Bakugou and Kirishima had stumbled upon your cupcake table and silently went in to grab one. Unfortunately, they weren’t the most graceful and tipped over your entire setup. They looked at each other in shock and quickly scrambled to fix their mistake as you were distracted. The boys picked up the table and quickly went to gather the cakes.

“I put a lot of time into them. There’s sugar free, dairy free-“

“Do you have any that are just free free? I’m really hungry.” Mina whined and you gave in.

“Fine, I’ll let you have a cupcake if you help me with the sale. You can make sure the table stays neat and tidy!” you bargained to which Mina agreed. However, as you said that, Bakugou had tipped the table again after he bumped into it while picking up cupcakes and Kirishima gave him a look that screamed ‘duuudeee seriously?!’ As he was on his knees picking up the sweets.

“Hey, maybe we can get Bakugou and Kirishima to help us too!” Mina offered.

“Ehh, I don’t know. They’d probably just want to eat everything,” you warned as you hung up one flyer.

“I doubt they’d put food in their mouths if it meant helping the school.” She tried to defend them but behind your backs, the boys panicked when they didn’t know what to do and just stuffed the cakes in their mouths. They left evidence all over their hands and face.

“Well, let’s get this bake sale started!” You said and when you both turned around to face your table, you saw it on the ground along with a few cupcakes. The rest of them were in the hands and mouths of Kirishima and Bakugou as you both watched them continue to chow down on the desserts. Once they noticed you guys staring they froze, dropped the cupcakes, pointed towards each other, and spoke with full mouths at the same time.

“.....he did it.” They both said with frosting and cake all in their hands, mouths, and faces.

—

Here’s the situation. Y/N has been directed to keep a low profile due to her being targeted by a few villains. She wasn’t down for that especially since her and Bakugou were a duo. She knew Bakugou could handle himself but it made her feel better knowing they were both looking out for each other on the field. And so, to keep fighting by his side, she went under an Alias hero name, Blaze, and gave herself a new look for the time being. She wore a very subtle and natural wig, different makeup, and wore a bandana mask that covered half her face.

Bakugou of course knew who she was, along with the rest of the former students in 1-A, but they went along with it so that Y/N can continue to fight. Unfortunately, “Blaze,” grew popular as people began to notice Bakugou’s “new” hero partner and eventually, the duo got an interview that wanted an inside scoop on all things Blaze. So here we are at that interview.

“You know Dynamight, I think I like this new partner better than H/N,” the interviewer said. Bakugou and the rest of 1-A grew a shocked and fearful look on their faces once those words left the poor man’s mouth.

“Excuse me?” Y/N aka Blaze said.

“Well, Blaze, I think you just have this special something that H/N never had. And, I think you’re more talented than her.” Ironic since the man is speaking to the same girl just with a different name. Once he said that though, the former students all grew shocked faces that were the embodiment of “😧😯” as they awaited for Y/N’s reply.

“Heh...what?” Y/N laughed trying to play it off and not be detected, “H/N is brilliant. You have no idea what you are talking about,” Y/N said with a slight smile but 100% attitude. Bakugou looked at his girlfriend with hesistant eyes as he was worried she would kill the man.

“I think I do,” the man started, “see, you just bring this fresh new look for Dynamight that H/N never brought.”

Bakugou was pissed this man was talking about his Y/N like that but he was in the eye of the public and had to keep a cool cover and so he quickly jumped to try and save this interviewer from Y/N’s wrath.

“H/N was also fresh! Heh..some might even say that H/N and Blaze have the same amount of ..fre-freshness.” Bakugou tried to counter but the man kept going.

“Well in my opinion, Y/N L/N wasnt an impactful or important part of your success at all. She was overrated.” And Bakugou’s face grew worried and shocked as his head snapped towards Y/N to gaze her reaction.

“Huh! What do you know?! You don’t fight villains or save lives!” Y/N aka Blaze said as she stood from her seat and walked towards the man. “You just sit there with your over-gelled, swoopy hair as you read and ask stupid questions off of stupid cards!” She said and took the cards out of his hands and threw them at the man.

Bakugou was quick to stand and try to take the attention away from the scene. “Hey uh..my-my team will be coming out with new Dynamight merch so stay tuned for that!..heh...”

“And another thing,” Y/N said as her intense stare never left the interviewer’s. “H/N has worked too hard to be treated with such disrespect! Am I right everyone?!” She asked the crowd in the audience as they all cheered in agreement.

“See this is what I’m talking about!” The man said as he stood up with you and Katsuki. “This is that exact fire that Y/N lacks!”

“Oh I’ll show you fire!” You said as you went to jump the man but before you got a chance Bakugou was quick to grab you and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He turned to the man and apologized and created a casual conversation as you hung from his shoulders, fist-pumping with the crowd as they cheered on your alias name.

“Goodnight everyone!” Bakugou screamed as he ran off with you and out of the building. He took you home and you both had to take a breather from the insane night.

—

“Baby?” Bakugou screamed into your dorm room as he couldn’t find you. He just got back from a training session in the forest with Aizawa and had been looking for you all day. He just wants to see his teddy bear.

“Baby?” Checked the common rooms..nothing.

“Babyyy?” Checked the kitchens...nope.

“Y/N?” Checked the school..not here either.

“Teddy Bear?” Checked the gym..you already know. Bakugou got tired and went to the rooftop.

“TEDDY BEAARRRRRRRR!!!!” He screamed to the world. He still got nothing but then he heard feet running up the stairs and the door bust open. He turned in hopes of it being his loving girlfriend but instead he saw his 4 friends.

“BAKUGOU! SHUT UP!” They all screamed at him.

“Oh shut up idiots! I’m trying to find my girlfriend here!” Bakugou said and as he was getting ready to yell again, the Bakusquad shut him up and dragged him to his dorm room.

“Did you check there?!” Mina asked and she and the rest of the squad walked away. Bakugou walked in and saw you peacefully sleeping in his bed and out of nowhere his annoyed thoughts all left him as he smiled at your slumbering state. He took off his bags and shoes as he jumped into bed with you and smothered your face in quick kisses.

You finally woke up to the ticklish feeling of your loving boyfriend and giggled as he assaulted you with his love. “Hey baby, what’s up?”

“I’ve been looking for you Princess,” Bakugou said as his lips were on your cheek. His face was smooshed into yours as he inhaled your sweet scent. He loved it here.

“You need something, love?” You asked as you turned to face him. You watched as Bakugou just nodded his head and poked his lips out. Yes. Bakugou Katsuki did all that searching and yelling for a single peck on the lips from you. It was all he craved for and he was gonna get it. You smiled as you rolled your eyes and gave in. The sweet peck was enough to make Bakugou combust as he sighed in satisfaction and flopped onto his bed, bringing you down with you him.

“Thank you!” He said with shut eyes and a contempt smile.

“Sure babe, anytime,” you said as you cuddled into him and drifted back off to sleep. Katsuki following you, dreaming about giving you even more kisses.

—

Y/N had been meditating. Due to her quirk, it was good that she’d get some R&R during these peaceful and quiet states. Until her boyfriend walked in. Bakugou Katsuki, who is very much the opposite of peaceful and quiet.

“Baby?” He asked. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He said with a pretty chirpy attitude and a small smile.

“Go away,” you smiled sweetly at him for a second before turning back around.

“THAT’S JUST MEAN!”

—

A/N: idk I thought this was cute :/

[slashingdisneypasta]

Disney Villains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes:

♤ Cruella DeVille x Fem!Model!Reader- The designer wants to dress you up personally, Y/N. Be a professional- don’t get embarrassed. 

♡ Lady Tremaine x (MostCertainlyOfAge)StepDaughter!Reader- The relationship is twisted but she wouldn't let you stop even if you wanted to, which luckily... you don’t.

◇ Human!Toon Patrol x Hostage!Reader- When your abductors (Who have had you for, like, a year at this point) protect you from a potential attacker, is it love you feel or Stockholm Syndrome?

Warnings: Some more really dark Disney drabbles. Lets see, this time round there is smuttiness (Drabble 1. Only hints in the others), fingering, dubious consent at best, non-con just to be safe though, manipulation through ambition, age gap (Basically throughout except the Toon Patrol one I think), step-scest? (Whatever its called when you have sexual and/or romantic relations with your step mother), abduction, totally unofficial imprisonment (Being held captive against your will), Stockholm syndrome, some more manipulation, etc

Cruella DeVille:

Innocence died screaming. 

Honey, ask me; I should know. - Hozier, From Eden

You’re like 21 in this. 

“Ah,” You whine, scoring through the messed-up-pleasured-fog that your brain’s being gassed with right now for how the hell you got here- bent over a stylish leather chair in your bosses office, butt naked, with her fingers buried so deeply inside your cunt that you think if she were to dig anymore, then you would spill uncontrollably all over the fur rug beneath you. 

Well- you know how it happened. Truly, you remember just fine. Its more an issue with your judgement that’s wigging you out. You know you should be too scared, that you should have left the moment she looked at you the way she shouldn’t look at you, as a designer fitting a model for an outfit... But you didn’t. You didn’t and now you’re whining for an orgasm and no one will - would? - ever believe that you didn’t really want this… you didn't want... “Ahhhhh,” Your thighs grip around her wrist and you rub them together, trying to get more movement inside you. More friction. Please.

This is so wrong, you think, tears - because, by all logical accounts, you really , t r u l y, do not want this! - filling up your eyes and slipping down your face. 

But there’s also how wet you are, and curiosity about why you feel this way, a fucked up lust for a scenario you absolutely shouldn't want at all, and the fucking primitive, rut-like state that your mind’s in where you just wanna cum. 

You don’t dare say her name. You just moan. 

~

“Are we ready in here? Oh- darling! You’ve been undressing yourself for 15 years at least. How can you be so slow?” 

“Uhh... “ You look around, awkwardly. You are undressed? There are nuns in this city who would be shocked at you standing in the middle of designing shark Cruella DeVille’s stylish, cold, high rise office wearing nothing but your nice black underwear set- you are most certainly ready to be fitted for the new outfit you’re going to be modelling for. What does she mean? “All due respect, Miss DeVille, but I am undressed?” 

“That’s funny, because I see two very pretty, albeit unnecessary, final items strapped to your skin that shouldn’t be. Hurry up, love, the daylight is burning.” She waives a hand, ushering you to get... rid... of... your underwear?? Immediately your face inflames and you open your mouth to argue, or maybe ask why - you’ve attended plenty a fitting before in your, yes, short modelling career. But all the same! None of them have required you to get any more exposed, then this! - but nothing comes out. The words get stuck and die, in your throat before they even get a chance to form totally in your brain. 

You may still be new to the world of modelling but you do know this, and its important: Designers hate prudes. You’re useless to them if you’re shy, or in anyway hesitant. This world is fast paced and full on, and if you aren't ready to jump in head first then you lose your shot. 

And this is Cruella DeVille. 

Cruella. DeVille. 

C r u e l l a  D e V i l l e.

She’s such a bigwig in the industry, everyone knows her name, and she looked at your resume, your credits and your pictures, and decided that she liked you. Decided that you were the girl to represent her new outfits- on magazines, and TV commercials, and billboards! This is a huge deal for you, and like hell will let her down by failing at the bare minimum that a model has to do. 

Before you even get a chance to relax, do your breathing exercises, Her Impatient-ness looks up from her pager and raises her perfect brows at you. Her voice is cold. “Well??? Go on.”

Despite the churning in your stomach, the sick feeling at something not being quite right about this, you reach back and are rid of your bra, first. Then you push your underwear down your legs and off your feet before placing both the items with the rest of your clothes on a stylish red leather armchair close by. Nerves worse then any you’ve experienced in the past swirl and bubble and boil in your stomach, but you relax your face and force your shoulders back. 

You’re fine. This is fine. This is your job. You haven't been this naked in front of anyone that wasn't your mother or your ex boyfriend in your life... and those were both people you trusted, dearly, but... It’s fine. 

And you’ll just have to try to ignore the fact that, if Cruella were a man, you wouldn’t have done it. Its a sexist and sometimes unfortunate bias, but its true. Been her a man, you would’ve left. 

... But because she’s a woman... you let it happen. 

Cruella looks up and you also ignore the veiled interest - Veiled, but definitely there, - in her eyes at the sight of you as she pockets her pager and peels off her gloves. Then pulls out her measuring tape. “Finally, dear. You know time doesn't grow on trees. Now- stand straight for me! Chin up!” 

A sharp, black nail digs into the skin under your chin, forcing you to look up and you’re forced to ignore one more thing; Your goddamn shaking. Maybe if you don't think about it, then she wont notice. Just maybe. 

This is too good an opportunity, you chant in your head, over and over in different ways as Cruella’s searing touches last too long, sit too close to places, too often, as she just tries to get a feel for you. I will not lose this chance because I’m a little bit uncomfortable. 

Or... or, a lot. You think, wincing as Cruella's characteristic, fluffy coat tickles your skin.

“Oh, yes. Lovely, darling! Beautiful. I knew you were just perfect for my new line.” 

You sigh, a little relieved at her words. Maybe you’re just being silly, and this is normal. I mean, she is a lot more experienced in this area then I am. Maybe you’re just being over-sensitive... Surely. For, what else could it be? A nervous smile flickers across your face. “Really?” 

“Oh, yes.” She reassures you. “Definitely. I’m absolutely sure.” Her long fingered hands suddenly find your breasts, and all the almost-comfort from a moment ago slips totally away as you freeze at the foreign contact on your tits. A breathy laugh comes from her, causing your gaze to slip from the wall behind her, up to the tall woman’s face- horror clear all over yours. “Oh, darling. You haven't had this done?” Your cheeks enflame out of embarrassment - at what’s happening? Or your inexperience? You arent sure! God, the lines are starting to blur... - again. Is... is this normal? “Its a bit of an old-fashioned, hands-on practice but I find that I get better results this way.” The older women smirks, raising an eyebrow down at your big, round eyes staring so innocently back at her. Her thumbs need into your skin, slowly, and your skin squirms under them. “Don’t you, Y/N?” She’s challenging you, daring you to argue with her on this. 

... You don’t. Your lips remain closed; And she just smiles wider. 

This is my big chance. This is my big chance. This is my big chance.  

“Very good.” You wince as her hands leave your breasts, yes, with one final squeeze but venture further down which is not at all better, mapping the skin of your sides right down to your hips. “Now turn around, darling. And be a dear and bend over for us. We need to get a good feel for your hips- find out if I need to make the pants a more elastic fabric or not, you know. We wouldn't want you to split my 4,000 dollar elephant leather pants on the runway or on live TV!; 

That might be a tad embarrassing.” 

Lady Tremaine: 

I am no victim. 

The monsters that end up in my sheets were pulled up from under my bed by ME. - Erin Van Vuren

“Uhh- Mother?” You call from the dress store dressing room, assessing yourself in the mirror. You’re wearing your corset and your skirt, and, you think you look nice. Really, nice.

Hopefully, 'mommy' agrees. 

“Hm,” You smirk, setting your hands in your hips. This is going to be fun. 

“Yes, Y/N? What do you need?” The edges of Tremaine’s skirt appear under the curtain that protects your modesty from the rest of the boutique and the other of the women and girls scoring fabrics and the ready-made dresses and you go to the side of the curtain to meet her, peeling it back to peak out, and up at her. Her intense lime gaze floats down to meet yours and she raises her eyebrows expectantly. 

“Could you come in here and help me with my corset? I’m struggling.” 

For a moment she doesn't react, just narrows her eyes... slowly. This is a classic look on her. It reads ‘What are you up to, Y/N’. You love this look on her. It makes you want to fulfil her suspicions about you and your intentions, to the highest degree. 

But, for now - at least for the next moment, - you just smile sweetly and add on a ‘Please’. 

The look in your wide, young eyes causes her to sigh and roll hers. “Step away from the curtain Y/N.” 

“Yay!” You squee, jumping back to the mirror so she can come in and drag the curtain carefully, fully closed before she turns around. You enjoy her gaze licking up your form in your chosen outfit or lack of; Clearly pleased, even as her stony expression doesnt change- you just know. Tilting your head to the side, you grin evilly. “What do you say, mommy? Can you help me?” 

Immediately she releases a huff of frustration and shakes her head, generally acclimatised where your eccentricities are concerned, but still tired. “Oh, don’t be so vulgar.” 

“Mommy why do you hurt me so?” You pout.

Tremaine tilts her head forward and glares up at you from below her lashes and heavy eyelids. “Vulgar.”

“Oh, I can show you vulgar, if you really want me too.” You reply, making your voice low and husky and smirking back at her. 

Honestly you weren’t sure how this plan would go. Your step mother’s a total stiffy for being proper - and getting frisky in the boutique dressing room is absolutely not included in that particular handbook, - , apart from the scheduled Friday nights when your younger ‘sisters’ are out and the two of you are alone. So you definitely expecting her to roll those beautiful eyes and leave; set that typical resting bitch face back to her features and leave you all needy and alone and ignore you until Friday, but instead- 

“Fine. But because you’re being so childish, you are going to do all the work.” 

“Oh, yes please.” You exclaim, excitedly dropping down onto your knees and starting to gather up her long purple skirts. 

Human!Toon Patrol:

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head - Rihanna, The Monster

The man squints into the darkness of your room, and you’re almost able to fool yourself into thinking you’ve disappeared into the darkness and that he cant see you- that he doesn't see you sitting there on the bed frozen like a statue, weaponless and tired and exposed to any who might wonder in and want to hurt you like him. But that move never worked with Smart Ass and it doesn’t work now, with this strange man.

Who definitely shouldn't be in the house when your captors are away. 

His gaze catches yours, causing a sharp pang of fear to shoot up into your chest, and for you to flinch. He leans out of the doorway and looks down the hall, to where assumedly there are buddies of his, rifling through things that aren't there's. “Hey... Rex? There’s a girl, in here!” 

“What!? I thought it was just those gangsters living here?” Another voice calls back, rougher. More frustrated. 

Of course they don't know about you, though. They couldnt. No one does. Your skin hasn't felt real, undiluted sunlight in years; You aren't even allowed near windows. It had upset you, at first. When you were first brought here. But... its been a long time since then, now. And you don’t even remember what you’re supposed to miss, besides- Psycho says that your increased risk of contracting heart disease at such a young age, is 'quirky'. And 'cute'.

Wheezy says it makes the two of you two peas in a pod.

So of course its a shock for them to find you here. No records have been made of your existence since you were even brought here. ‘Rex’, a big man - not in the way Stupid is big. All soft around the edges and cuddly, no. He’s sharp, and... hard. Like a rock, - with familiar orange fingertips appears at the doorway with the first man, and you watch round eyed as he peers into the dark to find you. When he does, his eyes widen and an eyebrow lifts up his forehead. “Hell... there really is a girl!” 

“Yeah. So- what do we do with her? She’s seen our faces, man.” 

Rex runs a hand back through his hair and breathes out slowly the air from his puffed up cheeks. “Uh, well I guess, kill her? Not much you can do. I’ll leave that to you, Oz, I gotta help Jay with the TV.” And with a final clap on the shoulder, Rex leaves the room. Oz’s eyes return to your form, something shifting beyond them that’s familiar... but somehow more terrifying then that which you’ve become used to every day. 

He tilts his head to the side. “Can you talk?” 

Glancing around the room for an escape that’s never been there before - why one would appear now, you have no idea, - , you nod. “Y- yeah.” 

“What’re you lookin’ for? So skittish... it’ll be quick, I promise. Although,” The man tilts his head the other side, getting closer. “You are cute. If I’m killing you anyway, a little traumatising shouldn’t make much of a difference- should it? Naw... C’mere, kitten- “ 

WHACK!

Your eyes squeeze tightly shut, as the unknown man called Oz violently hits the floor, after Stupid’s bat came into contact hard with the back of his head. He whips around on the ground, looking up at the hulking figure that is but one of your captors, who you aren’t at all upset to see right now, standing in the doorway silhouetted by the hallway light. “What the fuck- “ 

“Duhh- What are you doin’ here?? I don’t know you! Oh, Y/N, do you know him?”

Shifting back on the bed, lifting your feet away from the floored Oz’s reach, you shake you head. “No.” 

“’Course Y/N doesn't know him, you moron. Y/N doesn't know nobody but us. Get rid of the trespassin’ bastard already.” Smartass appears behind Stupid, slipping past him and into the room. He’s coming towards you, but stops - distracted, - by Oz’s terrified, caught form, and changes tact. He leans down towards the home invader and attempted worse, and sneers; His fury at the attempt to hurt you, bleeding through his attempted cool exterior. “Not so talkative now, aye? Asshole.” 

His detour allows Greasy to get to you first, and the pervert sits down on the bed beside you, dragging your hands from your body and holding them in his lap. He leans in close to you, and you smell his horrible too-strong cologne- your nose scrunching up at the scent. Its mixed with blood, today. You hate it. But you don’t move; You know very well not to, besides, everything about him is soft right now. You wouldn't dare do anything to change that. “Cariño, amor... did this man hurt you?” 

Without thinking, you admit, “He was going to.” 

A deep, horrendous scowl stretches Greasy’s nose and turns the corners of his lips down. “Unforgivable.” 

“Psycho, the honours?” Wheezy, coughing and hacking as usual and just getting words out around it, slips a new pack of cigarettes into his vets pocket - a brand he never uses... your thoughts wonder back to the other man. With the fingers like Wheezy’s, - and leans on the door frame just behind Stupid with Psycho- who stands, highly hee-hee-heeing on the other side of Stupid. 

“Ooooooh, I’d LOVE too!!” 

Then Psycho (And Stupid, who evidently didn't get the message that it was only supposed to be Psycho this time) pounce on the man on the floor and all of a sudden screams, and hitting sounds followed by snaps, and horrible gurgling noises echo around in the room and become the totallity of what you can hear, or even think about, as ‘justice’ is done. You curl into Greasy’s (Always) waiting arms and try not to cry - not from fear, not because of the horrible sounds. Because you’re overwhelmed. You're not ysed to all this sound and all this stimulation. You dont know what what else to do but clutch onto Greasy, -  and peak past the green fabric to catch familiar luminescent blue eyes - through the typical, poisonous tobacco cloud, - belonging to Wheezy, staring at you. He winks. 

[hops-hunny]

You Can Be the Boss

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Request: N/A but it’s based off of this rambling here

Summary: Women are beautiful, but they sure don’t make ‘em like her.

Warnings: Weed, Alcohol, Mentions of sex.

A/N: I wrote this to cope with the copious amounts of work I had due but I finished it all so now we celebrate!

Hogwarts had many things but one thing it lacked severely was normality. Not that it was a problem, nobody who attended Hogwarts was normal but it didn’t stop a portion of muggle born students from feeling a bit homesick to things their muggle friends did at their own schools. That’s how the talent shows started. At first, the students tried to get it officiated by the school. Dumbledore thought it was a wonderful idea!....if it was professor supervised and when it turned out that Snape was the only professor with enough freetime on his hands, the idea of having it being school ran quickly flew out the window. But looking back on it now, many were happy they went with the idea of going behind the professors backs. It wasn’t like they weren’t aware, they just had no proof of it all happening. The atmosphere of the talent shows were different from ordinary talent shows, however.

For starters, anything went. Any talent you had you were encouraged to bring it no matter how big or small it was or if it was “school appropriate”. But the pro to this was also booze and bud, meaning that everyone had a good time no matter what. Although, as it would turn out there were many talented people at Hogwarts. So, for the past few months every Friday everyone would gather in the room of requirement, watching the many ups and downs of performances. Neville started frequenting there as often as he could. It was a win-win, his friends got free entertainment and he had a chance to make some money from selling to chumps with too much cash on their hands. What better way was there to spend the night? 

His hazel eyes snapped up at the feeling of his blunt being ripped out of his hand. He went to swear, glaring at whoever was stupid enough to do that but quickly stopped as he saw who it was. He watched with wide eyes as the tip of it went between her pretty (l/c) lips, exhaling smoke. (Y/n) (L/n). She was one of those girls you either knew or you didn’t but more than likely, you knew her. Before 5th year, no one so much as spared her a glance but after a very fortunate late puberty in their current year (7th) she was slowly becoming all anyone could talk about. It was truly amazing what a haircut and a bit of weight in your hips could do for your social life. He eyed her curiously as she looked down at him.

“You comin’ tonight?” she asked, exhaling another puff of smoke into his face. (Y/n) put the joint back in his hand, moving the heavy guitar case into her now free hand.

“Yeah. ‘Spose I am.” He mumbled, eyes trailing down the expanse of her plush thighs. They were on full display due to the skirt she wore that left nothing to the imagination. His eyes locked with her (e/c) ones as she hummed, nodding as she took the blunt back from him walking off. She flashed him a smile once more, winking as she turned the corner going merlin knows where.

“Oi! What does she think she’s doing? You really gonna let her take the blunt from you like that just because she’s fit?” Ron complained, glaring at the boy who was set with the rest of their group. Neville shrugged, turning his eyes back to his book as he turned the page.

“If you’re so bothered by it why don’t you go take it back yourself?” Neville sassed. They all looked at Ron waiting for a response, laughing as he had nothing to say but a small ‘piss off’ under his breath.

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Neville wasn’t one to put too much into his appearance. He’d usually just throw on a sweater vest over one of his uniform shirts and call it a day. However after the conversation he had had with (Y/n) earlier, he couldn’t help but wanna look nice. Was she flirting with him? He sighed as he glanced at his appearance in the mirror for a bit. ‘I doubt it.’ he thought. He shook the negative thoughts out of his head, packing his satchel with a few different strains. Just because some pretty girl was batting her pretty little eyes at him didn’t mean he was going to forget the reason he went to these things in the first place. The only other time Neville made this much money was Gryffindor common room parties and even then, it was only by a little.

But even as he was checking his appearance once again, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts drift. “Why am I wigging out? It’s not like we haven’t talked before.” He said out loud to himself. (Y/n) was a frequent buyer from him and even though he didn’t know her personally, she was one of the few people whose faces he remembered. At first, he was extremely annoyed by her. Who did she think she was showing up at his dorm at 3AM just to buy a bit of fucking jane? Every wednesday at the same time, she’d show up at his door (in a negligee that was far too short might he add) with that dopey look on her face asking to buy. And every single time without a doubt, he’d sell it to her. He had to admit, after a while he even started to enjoy the girl’s appearance. It gave him something to look forward to during his mundane school week.

“Ready to go, Nev? If we leave now, we can use a secret passage my brothers’ showed me.” Ron said, opening the door to Neville’s door. The lanky boy cleared his throat, giving the boy a nod as he wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. Without another word, they both began their way ready for the night to unfold.

As usual, the talent show didn’t disappoint...for all the wrong reasons. Even though the cringe worthy performances were top notch entertainment and he had already made quite a bit of money, he still couldn’t stop from searching the crowd for a certain head of (h/c) hair. Where was she? After the stunt she had pulled earlier, he was sure she would be here. She had some nerve doing that and then not showing up. However, as he turned his gaze back to the stage, he saw the woman of the hour herself. She was in an oversized crochet sweater dress and a pair of combat boots. His eyes looked up in wonder as she took the stage, sitting on a wooden stool that was placed from the last sad excuse of a performance.

“It’s a bloody shame that she’s so fucking hot. Poor thing is going to embarrass herself singing up there.” Ron said, taking a sip from the beer he had in his hand. Neville nodded in agreement, taking a hit from his blunt but not really paying mind to his friend. It was hard to do so when the girl of his dreams was on the stage a mere foot away from him. He was absolutely intoxicated by her (and the few shots he had taken a bit ago) but he had to agree it would suck when she-”

“You taste like the fourth of July

Malt liquor on your breath, my, my”

She sang into the microphone softly. Neville’s jaw dropped in awe at the sound of her voice which was nothing short of angelic. He wasn’t the only one who was stunned considering the whole crowd went silent, a stark contrast from the loud chatter and laughter from before. He watched as she strummed at the guitar in her hands, looking up from the ground into the crowd. Mesmerized wasn’t even the right word to describe the state he was in. 

“I love you but I don’t know why…”

His eyes were focused on her lips, taking in every word she said. Harry nudged him, mouthing the words ‘look up’ to him as a small pause had come into the song. Neville looked at him confused before trailing his eyes up, gasping when he saw that hers were locked on his own. She smiled and flashed him a wink before continuing her song, leaning in forward. His own body began to subconsciously drift forward to but at the last second she pulled away and continued to sing.

"Did you see that? She definitely wants me." Seamus boasted confidently. The others looked at him dumbfounded at the fact he could get even more idiotic than ever before.

"Don't be fucking dumb mate! She was clearly looking at me." Ron chimed in, causing another round of even more exasperated looks to be thrown the ginger's way. They truly were dumb and dumber.

"I-I think both of you are wrong. (Y/n) was looking at.." Harry trailed off as the girl stood up, dancing around the stage with her guitar as she continued to sing. Not a single pair of eyes weren't on her at the moment. Could you blame anyone? When a beautiful girl with the voice of a siren is on stage, you'd be a fool not to. However, dumb and dumbers’ argument ceased as she made very clear eye contact with their awkward friend.

“You can be the boss, daddy

You can be the boss”

“That’s all me boys.” Neville said, a triumphant smirk taking over his place as Dean leaned over to give him a fist bump. As much as (Y/n) had him wrapped around her finger, it appeared she was wrapped around his too. All the angry glares being sent his direction were only fuel to the pride he felt growing in his chest. Such a pretty girl, the same pretty girl who plagued all his wet dreams and shower thoughts, was not only on stage singing in front of him, but directly to him as well. She reached a hand forward, tips of her fingers lightly brushing against his flushed cheeks.

“I like you a lot, I like you a lot

Don’t let it stop”

“This is totally unfair. One of the hottest chicks in our year and she’s pining over Longbottom.” Seamus grumbled, grimacing as the liquor went down his throat hard. Dean rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“Jealous much?” he asked no one in particular, as that could be said about most of the guys they were sitting with.

“Bad to the bone, sick as a dog

You know that I like, like you a lot

Don’t let it stop”

Neville felt his own lips curl up into a smile at the sight of the one that belonged to the angel in front of him. However the cute moment didn’t last long cause once again, Ron chimed in with something else.

“Neville? Bad? He still sleeps in pajama sets!” he exclaimed quietly, earning a ‘shh!’ from Harry. The boy in question leaned forward, looking at his ginger friend.

“Is this really coming from the boy who needs Mummy’s howler to fall asleep at night?” that shut him right up. Harry snorted, high fiving him for bringing up the embarrassing piece of information. 

The girl continued to sing, eyes never leaving Neville’s for a second. Ron and Seamus’s petty comments had ceased as well. Even though they weren’t the one receiving attention, they could still admit the girl had pipes on her. When the song was over she stood up, bowing as the silence of the crowd quickly erupted in cheers and claps from the breathtaking performance. There were a few more people left but no one paid much mind to them. He found himself feeling bad for them. Even if they were good, none of them could top the performance of the night. 

As the night began to come to a close, (Y/n) found herself over to Neville again parking herself in his lap which he gladly accepted. She looked up at him, smiling shyly. It was almost comedic due to the words she had so sinfully sung to him only 45 minutes ago. Neville ignored the way his friends gawked at him. He’d deal with that another time.

“Come back to my room and split a spliff?” she asked, looking down as she picked at her fingers. He grabbed her hands, leaning in close to her.

“Only if I can eat your pussy afterwards.” he said confidently. He said it quiet enough to not draw attention but just loud enough that his friends would hear. (Y/n) felt her face grow warm as she nodded, hopping up from his lap as she dragged him off to her room.

Neville 1, blokes 0.

Extra:

“Seriously?! Is it really that easy? What does he have that I don’t?” Seamus said, mind running over the times he’d attempted saying things like that. The only place it had gotten him was on the ground after he had his balls kicked!

“It’s gotta be the weed. After all, who wouldn’t wanna sleep with the weed man? Free pot!” Ron exclaimed, trying to rationalize what had just happened.

“Aren’t you the residential booze man of Hogwarts? If that was the case, you’d have an easier time with women too.” Dean said, causing Harry to nod in agreement. Ron simply grumbled, slamming his empty bottle down as he walked off from the cackling group of blokes.

[dontcare77ghj]

Inked

Natasha x reader x Wanda

"You know those cause cancer, right?" Mal asked, entering your office. "And you're gonna stink out your office."

"The window's open." You shrugged, exhaling slowly and sending the smoke out the open window. "And you and I both know, cancer isn't something I'm scared of."

"Yeah, yeah, death licks your boots." Mal rolled her eyes, blowing a strand of blue hair out of her eyes. "Anyway, I'm going on break, Blaine's with a customer, and we've got a walk-in."

"I'll handle it." You promised, putting out your cigarette. "You going to pick up Erin?" You asked the younger girl.

"Yeah, I'm gonna drop her off with a neighbor. May offered and wouldn't let me refuse." She told you.

"Well, here. Get Erin something sweet for me." You said, shoving a twenty into her hands.

"Y/N, I can't." Mal started, trying to give you the money back.

"I insist." You cut her off. "I want to be her favorite aunt." You shrugged, forcing her to curl her fingers around the money. "Go, get your kid, and give her a hug for me."

"Will do, boss." She nodded before leaving.

"Hi, welcome to SkinPolish. How can I help you?" You asked, entering the main room to see the back of a man. He was looking over the walls of the store but turned at your entrance.

"Just so you know, I'm not here to get stabbed a thousand times," Clint told you with a grin.

"I think your day job provides you with enough of that." You joked, wrapping your arms around him. Clint chuckled as he returned your hug, pulling you close. "It's been too long, geezer."

"I know, you've got at least four more tattoos since the last time I saw you, you hoodlum." Clint teased you.

"It's been two years, Clint. Some of us had to change our identities." You reminded him, pulling back. "What are you doing here?"

"I need your help." He told you.

"Blaine, watch the shop." You said without taking your eyes off the man before you.

"You got it, Y/N!"

"Follow me." You told Clint. You led Clint out of the front of the store and into your office. "Clint, I left when SHIELD fell. I handed in my clearance and took off." You said, lighting another cigarette. "I'm not doing any more work for them."

"Don't be like that." Clint groaned, sitting on your desk. 

"First off, get the fuck off my desk. Where are the manners Laura shoved down your throat? And secondly, I can't come back. Fucking HYDRA was running SHIELD for years, and none of us knew. All our information was in their hands. Who knows what they took? I have people I care about, Clint. I can't risk anyone's lives." You told him.

"I'm not asking you to do anything for SHIELD. I'm asking you to help the Avengers." Clint explained.

"Even better, a more public job." You scoffed. "Clint, we're friends. We've been through a lot. I get why you're here, but why the fuck would I risk the people I care about for another mission?"

"Argentina." He said simply.

"That is a dick move, and you know it." You groaned, finishing your smoke.  

"I do know it, but I have to use it. We need your help." Clint said, rising from your desk to stand in front of you. "We need your help, kid. I wouldn't be asking if I had another choice." 

"Fine." You relented after a minute. "When do you need me?"

"Tomorrow," Clint told you. "I'll pick you up." He added before going to leave.

"You don't know where I live." You protested.

"Yeah, I do." Clint corrected you. "I'll see you at nine." He said, and with that, he was gone.

"Fuck me." You sighed, rubbing your hand across your face.

"Remind me why I agreed to this again?" You asked, watching as the Avengers Compound grew closer through the window.

"Because you love me," Clint responded cheekily.

"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart." You rolled your eyes. "You never even told me what I'm needed for."

"Briefing's in half-hour," Clint told you. "Which gives you enough time to get acquainted with everyone." He added as the car slowed to a stop.

"You know how I feel about crowds of people." 

"It's not a crowd. It's the team and Maria. You're fine, kid, I promise." He said.

"Fine, let's get this over with." You sighed, unclicking your belt.

"Avengers!" Clint called as the two of you moved further into the maze of a building. "I have a surprise for you all!" 

"Is it a unicorn?" A male voice asked as you both entered what looked to be a meeting room.

"Even better. Gentlemen, and Wanda,"

"Smooth Barton." A redhead coughed.

"This is Y/N L/N." Clint continued his introduction. "A specialist in all fields, especially disguise, and the only reason we might do our job today."

"Oh, so I'm doing your work for you again, Barton? Nothing's changed, I see." You commented. 

"Hey! That's not true! Name one time that's ever been true!"

"I can list fifty off the top of my head." You said, raising a brow at him.

"I can add sixty-seven to your list." The redhead piped in. "Natasha Romanoff." She introduced herself.

"Pleasure Agent Romanoff." You smiled. "C'mon Barton, formal introductions, please."

"Yeah, Barton. Introduce us." 

"Y/N, this is Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, and Wanda." Clint gestured. "Are you all satisfied?"

"Not particularly, since you still haven't told me what you need my help for." You said, crossing your arms.

"You haven't even told her that. Jesus Barton." Wanda snorted.

"I was getting to that. I was waiting for you all to meet." Clint whined. 

"Well, we're met." You said, taking an empty seat beside Natasha. "C'mon, what am I doing here?"

"There's a gala tonight," Natasha said, handing you a file. "A man named Jayden Reeds is going to be in attendance. Reeds has stock in several large companies, but that's just a front. Reeds actually has ties to HYDRA and deals in human trafficking. From what we've gathered, Reeds kidnaps people who will seemingly not be missed. They're then delivered to HYDRA bases around the world and never heard from again."

"Am I here to kill him? Because I can get behind that." You said, shaking your head.

"Wait till you hear the rest," Clint told you.

"There is a possibility Reeds also has his own collection. He's been spotted with several women who have all disappeared shortly after."

"What's the connection between them?" You asked.

"They're all French brunettes."

"So let me guess, my job is to go undercover tonight and see if he takes the bait. And when he does, I bring him in."

"Bingo Boingo," Tony told you.

"Well, I guess I better find a long sleeve dress. Oh, and maybe a wig."

"You know, if I didn't know better, I would have assumed your accent was real myself," Wanda commented later that night.

The mission had gone as smoothly as could be. Reeds had fallen for your act believing you to be a young French brunette on vacation in America's busiest city.

You hadn't even needed to corner him as he'd followed you into a woman's bathroom with two other men. 

You hadn't given any of them a chance to move or say anything before you had them unconscious on the ground.

Now you were heading home, still decked out in your gala gown, with Natasha, Wanda, Clint, and Tony.

"It's not that good. No matter how much I practice, even my Italian's better than my French." You shrugged.

"Not that good?" Tony snorted, glancing at you in the rearview mirror. "Sweetheart, if I weren't engaged and I met you in Paris, I'd take you back to Hotel Plaza Athenee and show you a time."

"Cute, Starky boy, but you're not my type."

"I'm everyone's type."

"Sorry, hon, but I like women." You told him. "This is my stop." You added as Tony pulled over.

"You live here?" Natasha asked, looking around the neighborhood in distaste. You could understand her aversion to the area. Any one of your neighbors would move in an instant if given the choice.

"Yep." You said, unclicking your belt. "Been here since SHIELD crashed."

"Did SHIELD pay this bad?" Tony questioned you.

"SHIELD pay wasn't great, but it was something. I saved most of it, but a lot of it went to making sure Y/N Smith, the tattoo artist from the wrong side, wasn't connected with Y/N L/N, SHIELD agent." You shrugged. "Didn't see a point in moving after." You added. "This was fun. We should do it again sometime." You said, sliding out and holding the door open.

"We'll give you a call if we need someone to do all the work for us." Clint nodded.

"Great. Come by the shop if you ever want a free tattoo. Clint knows where it is." 

A part of you was sure you wouldn't see any of the team again. They led much more busy lives than you did, and their schedules were forever changing.

So imagine your surprise when Natasha and Wanda entered your shop the next day just to simply chat. And they continued to do so for a week. Sometimes Clint would come, Steve had popped in for a few minutes while on a run, but Natasha and Wanda visited every day. 

On the seventh day, the two came in at one in the afternoon with Tony.

"Hey, Tony. I didn't know you were coming to lunch with us." You said, continuing to lock up the shop. "I'll be ready in a couple minutes."

"Great, but there's been a slight change of plans," Natasha said, watching you closely.

"As long as foods still involved, I won't be too bothered." You shrugged.

"Food is involved. It's just going to take us a while to get to it." Tony cryptically informed you.

"Guys, I'm running on twenty minutes of sleep and caffeine. Please, no cryptics." You sighed, narrowing your eyes at the three.

"Relax, we're not trying to hurt your head." Tony chuckled. "We have something to tell you."

"But first, step this way, away from any possibly hidden weapons," Natasha said, gesturing you forward. "No-one should get a knife to the head because they shocked you."

"Haha." You rolled your eyes, walking forward. "For the record, I did that once. And Clint caught it." You added. "What did you three do?"

"Technically, Tony did it," Wanda said, pointing a thumb at the billionaire.

"Real smooth, Sabrina." Tony scoffed. "Alright, yes, I did this, but I did it out of pure kindness."

"Did what?" 

"I've had all your stuff moved out of your apartment. I've had it moved into a spare room in the Compound," Tony announced. 

"Put it back, Tony." You demanded, crossing your arms. "My things aren't yours to touch."

"You live in a shitty neighborhood." Tony defended himself. "You have eight security systems of your own just to keep yourself safe. You won't find a new place of your own volition, so I found one for you."

"Tony, you moved my things into the Avengers Compound." You sighed. "I'm not an Avenger."

"Yet." Tony cut you off. "You are more than qualified to join the team. The way you helped us the other night, the way you took those men out and got the information quicker than we would have done. You can be an Avenger."

"I'm not risking those closest to me." You shook your head. "I gave up Y/N L/N when I left SHIELD. I have people in my life now, civilian people, who could get hurt because of me."

"Than don't let them," Natasha said. "I've been through your records, know how many people you helped and protected. Protect those you love just as you did all the strangers. You can still lead this life as well as one where you can protect people again."

"At least try temporarily," Wanda suggested. "Give it a month trial period and see if you can remember what it feels like. If it doesn't work out, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. And if it does work, you can join our team. Please." She added, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"Fine. A trial period." You sighed, pushing your hair back. "But no more using those eyes. It's evil, and you know it." You said, pointing at the witch.

"Yes, she does." Natasha smiled, putting her arm around her girlfriend's waist. "C'mon, there's a car waiting to take us back to the Compound."

"Where Tony ordered lunch," Wanda added, putting her hand out to you to take.

"At least he did one thing right." You joked, taking her petite hand.

"Hey!"

You had been staying at the Compound for almost a month. There were four days before the end of your trial period, but you hadn't made your decision yet. 

There was still a part of you that thought it would no longer be safe for the civilians in your life if you joined the team. If you entered the Avengers, you might have to give up this identity and everything and everyone that came with it.

But there was something about being around the team that ignited a spark within you. A spark you long thought had burned out. You longed for adventure, for that adrenaline rush that came with being undercover and the pride you felt at helping someone. 

You were torn between two worlds. Torn between two personalities.

"Jesus Christ, you smell like an ashtray," Natasha complained as she suddenly appeared by your side. You snapped out of your daze just in time to see Natasha take the smoke out of your hand and take a drag for herself.

"Didn't know you smoked." You commented, watching her exhale the smoke slowly.

"I don't. Not anymore." Natasha shook her head. "Just couldn't resist."

"Don't expect me to kiss you until you brush your teeth," Wanda said, skipping into the room and crossing her arms as she stared at the two of you. "I want a tattoo." She announced, staring you dead in the eye.

"Okay. Do you want me to find a parlor for you in the morning? I have a couple friends who owe me a favor or two." You suggested.

"No, I want you to do it," Wanda told you firmly. "As soon as possible if you would." 

"And you're sure about this?" You asked, raising a brow. "You're sure you want a tattoo and that you want me to do it?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Alright, then. Follow me." You said, leading the two back into the Compound and into your room.

"You have a gun and inks in your room?" Natasha asked, looking your makeshift parlor over.

"Yep. Set it up the night I arrived, gave myself this the next." You said, lifting your shirt to reveal the healing tattoo on your hip.

"Geez, you know most people drink a bottle of scotch to welcome themselves to a new place? Not give themselves a tattoo." Natasha informed you.

"Probably." You nodded, beginning to set up your station. "Okay, Wanda, what did you have in mind?"

"I want the words, 'Ty namnogo bol'she' to wrap around my wrist," Wanda said, tracing around her thin wrist with her finger.

"Alright, I can definitely do that. But you might have to write it down for me. My Russian's not that great." You informed her.

"We'll have to work on that," Natasha said as Wanda began to write it down.

"Alright." You began after Wanda handed you the spelling. "Let's get started."

"I love it." Wanda smiled, watching as you gently wrapped her wrist. "It's perfect." 

"I like to do my best." You grinned, putting the last of the tape down. "Make sure that stays moist. And do not scratch it under any circumstances." You instructed her as you began to shove your equipment away in plastic tubs.

"You need a better system," Natasha commented. "Yours is kind of a mess."

"I'll update my system when I change this room around." You said, looking around the nearly bare room. Everything you owned was in plastic tubs or bags. You hadn't been bothered to unpack yet.

"Does that mean you're planning on staying?" Natasha asked. "Have you made your decision yet? To join the team or not?"

"Not yet. I'm still trying to decide." You sighed, leaning against the wall. "I like not giving a shit. I like waking up in the morning and paying too much for a shitty cup of coffee. I like going to work and being around people who've never had to see the shit we have. I like not having to feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders, but I miss it. 

I miss being a part of a team. I liked saving people. I enjoyed going on missions, creating new personas to get what I needed done. I miss being around people who've seen the shit I have. Who know what the weight of the world feels like. 

Now I don't where to go. What I need more in my life." You told them.

"We told you, you don't need to pick one world," Wanda said, standing from her stool. "You can still save people and drink over-priced coffee. You can still be with people who share your trauma and be with those who don't. You don't have to pick one world."

"Can we help your decision along by us asking you out to dinner?" Natasha asked, breaking your pensive silence.

"Excuse me?" You asked, for once being taken aback by another person. "I think I went temporarily deaf there. Can you repeat yourself?"

"Let us take you on a date," Natasha repeated slowly. "We were thinking about dinner and wine and then a night at the opera." She said, causing your nose to scrunch up without thought.

"She's kidding." Wanda giggled. "Actually, we were thinking we get a couple beers, order a pizza, and watch a movie in our room."

"Can I pick the movie?" You asked her.

"With your crappy taste, no." Wanda shook her head.

"Okay, now she's kidding," Natasha said, taking three steps forward to stand beside her girlfriend. "Of course, you can pick the movie."

"And this wouldn't hurt your relationship?" You asked tentatively. "I wouldn't ruin what you already have?"

"You could only add." Wanda smiled.

"So, what do you say? You wanna go on a date with us?" Natasha questioned you.

"I'd love to."

"Go away.” You groaned, rolling away and under the covers into Natasha’s body.

“Wakey, wakey. Up and at ‘em you two.” Wanda ordered, pulling the blankets off the pair of you. 

“Wanda!” 

“Both of you will forgive me when I tell you I have coffee.” Wanda rolled her eyes, sitting on the bed beside you.

“The overpriced kind?”

“What other kind is there?” Wanda asked. “C’mon sit up or no coffee for either of you.”

“Alright, alright, we’re up.” Natasha said, sitting up with you on her chest. “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

“I love you.” You groaned after taking the first sip of your steaming beverage.

“Are you talking to me or the coffee?” 

“Can’t it be both?” You shrugged before grabbing her hand and kissing her palm softly.

“As long as there’s love for me too, it can.” Natasha told you.

“I love you too, Nat.” You promised, kissing her collarbone.

“After today’s meeting, I want you to give me a tattoo.” Natasha announced. “I don’t care where is is, but I want ‘YA zasluzhivayu lyubvi’.” She told you. 

“Alright then. I like this plan.” You smiled, looking up at your girlfriend. “You know I think I’m due for some new ink myself.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you can choose for me.” You shrugged. “I trust you both, always.”

Once, you left SHIELD and it’s lifestyle behind. And then one day Clint Barton walked into your shop and brought you back into it. 

He brought you back to the life you missed and brought you to Natasha and Wanda.

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Phantom of the opera 1st and 3rd preview review

PART 2

Masquerade - WOW I don’t know if it’s the brand new costumes and sets or the cast but I something was different. It had such oomph to it! The lightning was changed to a more intense blue/pink-y red tones which looked amazing! Lyrics I believe were the Broadway lyrics didn’t mind it it didn’t make a difference to be honest. Seemed to be a couple tweaks or new costumes I hadn’t noticed before but would need a photo to confirm. Lucy’s star princess...

I don’t understand as she was in an original dress and it was stunning so I don’t understand the change it just lacked altogether, fun thing I noticed is costume supervisor of 25+ years Ceris Donovan was sat behind me in the show with a note pad taking notes. I do hope they change Lucy back to the original dress! Her hair is in a bun with some hair down and her tiara is more of a centre piece on top of her head that lays flat don’t mind it but not my fave,This could change as the show is still in previews. Phantom as the red death still the same! And still disappears through the trap door and the double appears at the top.

Raoul and Mme Giry’s scene was the exact same except I felt it was a bit more intense which I liked! Francesca Ellis is just an absolute joy to watch her acting is top of the game.

Notes II - very much the same nothing more really to add, just like the original Carlotta and Christine’s stand off is always fun to watch! Lucy again just blows it out the water with the acting l.

Twisted every way - Lucy’s Christine you can tell she’s been pushed to her limits and explodes which was amazing to watch, it was sped up rather a lot which I didn’t mind as it sort of reflected how Christine was feeling and as she began to sing “twisted every way...” the tempo slowed again.

Don Juan sitzprobe - lovely to see all the cast in their gorgeous costumes! James Hume’s reyer is so good. I’m not quite sure if it was done before but when the piano begins to play itself and they company seem rather possessed by the phantoms presence some of the ensemble stand round the piano and their faces are illuminated it was rather creepy but definitely added to the feel of the scene.

Journey to the cemetery - the same as the original no changes

Wishing you were somehow here again - the first opening dialogue (little lotte thought of everything and nothing...”) Lucy said quite quickly like she was completely tormented. This song is where you can notice the reduced orchestra it wasn’t horrific but I miss the old orchestra :( Lucy sounded beautiful once again. The stage appeared to be a little brighter than the original.

Wandering child - the trio version was done and killian, Lucy and Rhys’ voice all blended perfectly. Fireballs still shot from the phantoms staff and the fire still burst from the stage.

Before the premier - exactly the same however the 1st preview the gun didn’t go off.

Don Juan - slowed tempo similar to Broadway as previously the west end done it a little faster which I actually prefer but company’s vocals were amazing! I did notice on the 3rd preview a new costume on James Hume nice little addition :) Lucy’s “dreams of looooveee” flawless.

Point of no return - phantoms part stayed the same but Lucy was a lot more feisty and sassy than I’d seen before and I loved her high kick before she put her leg up on the bench! Christine has her hair down and a rose in. Christine actually knows it’s the phantom after the first verse so it was really interesting to watch the difference in how other Christine’s act not knowing the phantom is under the cloak. Just before Christine’s verse begins just after she notices the phantom is on stage she has a moment of panic and looks helplessly into the audience before singing which added a lot more intensity to this scene. Instead of attempting to run off the stage Christine grabs the phantoms hands and puts them round her waist as they sing the last verse which has been significantly I think maybe to build some more tension. Also the managers, Raoul the policeman and Mme Giry come on stage, Raoul and the policeman immediately back off stage Mme Giry and the phantom have a moment as they obviously remember eachother and another change is Christine seems to tell the managers to back off instead of Andre and Firmin trying to get Christine on stage an interesting choice!

Killian still sings the All I ask of you part as usual and still gives Christine the ring.

Down once more - the same as it was before. Rhys does the jump from the bridge which I was really happy about!

Final lair - I loved the blocking choice that presumably came from Broadway of the phantom dragging Christine on stage and throwing her to the ground it really makes you feel as if he’s completely lost it! Lucy’s fiery-ness really comes out in this scene. The mirror bride doll is silver with no wig or facial features for obvious reasons. Killian’s acting is fantastic in this scene he’s so mocking but you can see how destroyed he is. Rhys I think could’ve done a little more acting when he had the Punjab lasso round his neck but again he will settle into things soon enough. Lucy’s “you deceived me!” Was amazing she really seemed angry and devastated. The kiss was perfect. Lucy seems to want to go back to comfort the phantom but Rhys holds her back and they run off. When she returns you can see she is trying to hold back her motions and then hurriedly runs off. Killian’s last note was beautiful! The show still had its iconic Meg moment at the end no changes there!

Overall this cast is absolutely stellar! A must see, the show still has the original elements but definitely refreshed and some revised parts which I didn’t mind I still loved it! I think my favourite out of the trio is Lucy she just embodies everything Christine should be and her acting is some of the best I have ever seen.

Please show the cast and crew as much love as you showed the previous cast and crew none of this is their doing ❤️