#// nope nope nope fuck puzzle box

[brokentoys]

"it's possible riddler turned to drugs after harley outriddle him"

shut up

"batman solved riddler's riddle and it upset him so much that it sent him to arkham asylum"

shut up!!!!

#( 🧩 ✧ INFERIOR PUPPETEER ✧ | OOC ) #// also i'm STILL not accepting that j0ker OR harley could 'outriddle/outpuzzle' ed #// nope nope nope fuck puzzle box #// or whatever it was called #// don't fuckingngn have two already powerful characters OUTRIDDLE THE VILLAIN NAMED THE RIDDLER #// JUST BECAUSE YOU WANNA SHOW HOW 'AWESOME AND BETTER' THEY ARE THAN EVERY OTHER ROGUE #// like uguhghh i hate when media does that just bc they're the Fan Favorites or Cash Makers

[azsazz]

Midnight Muse (Part 2)

Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]

Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,450

[Part 1]

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“Nope,” you mutter under your breath, brow furrowed in confusion. His words haven’t quite settled yet, but they form a coherent thought right as the doors to the elevator start to grind shut on creaky limbs. Your body floods with so much anger that your chest aches with it a little, and you’re shoving yourself away from the front door, lunging towards the elevator in response.

You catch him as his glance lifts from his phone at the sound of the front door slamming shut loudly behind you. Gorgeous, hazel eyes meet yours and your breath hitches in your throat. Definitely because you’re getting worked up as you run to catch the doors and not because of how pretty his eyes are.

You itch to rifle through your packed boxes and sort through your pencils, searching for those exact hues. 

There is no way you’re going to catch the doors in time, and godsdamnit you probably look like a fucking fool right now, cheeks flushed and hair wild, forehead dewey with sweat. Your eyes are a blaze, swirling with both embarrassment and annoyance. The corner of his mouth quirks up because he too, knows that you won’t be able to slip inside of the elevator with him before the doors shut. The machinery is slow as fuck when you need it but now it chooses to work properly? What the fuck is that about?

“Fucking asshole,” you screech, slamming your palms against the metal doors that separate you from him. You pray he hears it. You hope he understands how lucky he is that you’re not on that elevator making his life a living hell. You release a long groan, one that comes from the depths of your soul, and press your head against the cool metal, squeezing your eyes shut.

The truck doesn’t have to be returned until noon tomorrow, but you’re in a loading zone, and the last thing you need on your first day in your new apartment is the truck getting towed. You don’t even have the beginnings of money to pay to get it out, and you have no idea when your new neighbors will be leaving.

Trudging up the stairs because you can’t be assed to wait for the stupid elevator to return to the first floor, you stew in your anger. The effort it takes to climb the fourth floor helps dispel some of the white, hot anger you feel towards the boy, and you start to think that maybe you should’ve expected that kind of behavior from someone as good-looking as him.

You shake that thought from your head as quickly as possible, and begin to take the stairs by two.

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You’d filled Feyre in on the lobby incident, tossing the keys to the truck onto the counter before snatching your water bottle. It’s not as cold as you’d like it, as you need it from the heat curling your body from the sight of the parking bandit, and especially after taking the stairs. 

You’d muttered for her to keep checking out the window every once in a while to see if either of the people blocking you moved their cars while you stalked off to take a shower. 

Three hours later, some pizza filling your stomach and swaddled in your comfortable pajamas, neither of the owners of those vehicles have left.

“Give it up,” Feyre groans, tossing her half eaten crust back into the pizza box. It’s stacked on top of a cardboard box labeled ‘Living Room: Puzzles & Pillows.’ You don’t understand Feyre’s packing techniques, if the two were placed in the same box because it makes sense in some way you wouldn’t understand or if it’s because they both start with the letter ‘P,’ but you’re too tired to care right now. Or ever.

You groan, slumping back onto the couch. You haven’t gotten a ticket yet, but the constant nagging of your conscience is keeping you from really settling into the reality show you and Feyre are obsessed with. It’s about a bunch of young couples shoved into a house to find love. It’s cringey as fuck, but it makes for good television.

“I’m still pissed off about it,” you grumble, picking at the cheese crusted to the cardboard. It’s gone hard and cold, but you nibble it anyway. You should’ve ordered popcorn to be delivered or something. A bottle of tequila, perhaps.

“I know,” Feyre sighs, “But you being pissed off isn’t going to make the cars magically move.” She readjusts, sitting upright. “Oh! Maybe if you stop being pissed about it, they’ll magically move them. Let’s try that!”

You roll your eyes instead, opening your mouth to speak, but loud, brash music cuts you off. You and Feyre share a confused look, then turn towards where the sound is coming from.

It’s blaring through the walls. Specifically, the wall your bedroom shares.

You groan, shoving your face into your hands. As if this day couldn’t get any fucking worse.

“What the hell is that?” Feyre asks, pushing to her feet.

“Sounds like a bunch of metal clanking together with some surprisingly nice harmonies mixed in,” you answer sarcastically. While it’s not your favored type of music, the man who isn’t screaming like a banshee sounds quite lovely.

Feyre cuts you a look, pressing her ear against the wall. You don’t know what she’s trying to hear through there, you can understand each and every word all the way from your spot on the couch. You’re too tired to wonder, though, and still focused on the damn truck sitting outside.

“Should we go over and ask them to turn it down?” Feyre asks, making her way back to your side so you can actually hear her. You sigh, so godsdamn tired of this day. “That’s going to get annoying, fast.”

“We can always try not being pissed off about it,” you respond, using her own words against her. Feyre’s lips tighten sourly while yours pull into a grin. “Maybe they’ll magically turn it down!”

“Shut up, loser.”

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Of course, it’s fucking him.

The boy from downstairs. Only the person who’d made your already rough day even shittier would of course be the person you’re forced to live next to for an entire year. His hair is wet, unruly like he’s only just run a towel through it, sticking up in all directions. It’s the perfect length, a few strands nearly poking him in those intriguing eyes. It’s black as night, too. He’s dressed in a tight black t-shirt that leaves very little to the imagination, stretched tight across his chest. The fabric sinches around a tight waist that makes your mouth dry. You can only imagine the muscle pointing to what lies beneath his low-slung jeans.

“Can I help you?” He glares as he stands in the doorway, and you trade a stunned look with your roommate.

Feyre’s lips are slightly parted, eyes wide as if she’s just seen her favorite sculpture come to life. You get it, felt the same way when you saw him, but then he’d opened his mouth and ruined everything. 

He still looks great, unfortunately.

“Can you turn the music down? We’re trying to sleep.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you lift your chin and straighten your shoulders to show him that his utter beauty is not intimidating at all.

That blank stare flickers between you and Feyre. He takes his sweet time taking the both of you in, surveying your loose pajama pants, oversized college hoodies, and your wet and tangled hair that clings to your neck. You curl your toes in your slippers. You blush under that scrutinizing gaze, but you don’t allow yourself to back down, steeling your spine. 

“It’s nine thirty,” he responds bluntly, as if you don’t know what time it is. Flames stir in the pit of your stomach, awakening in his presence once more.

“We know that,” Feyre tries, because she’d seen the way your jaw was clenched so tightly she thought it might crack. She understands now, that this is the asshole you were referring to when you’d climbed up the stairs to get back to the apartment.

You had definitely downplayed his looks, though.

“We would appreciate it if you would turn it down,” you finish for her because the boy doesn’t look like he understands. Maybe he just doesn’t care. You can’t tell, you can’t get a read on him. “We’ve had a long day. People park like shit here, and we couldn’t get our moving truck out of its spot, you know?” You bait him, finding yourself wanting to see a flicker of any reaction. “Had to call the towing company to get them to move that stupid bike, isn’t that right, Fey?”

And there. There it is, at the mention of that little bike that wouldn't have stood a chance against the big moving truck you rented should you have hit the gas a little too hard on accident. You almost wish you would’ve, to be honest.

Hazel turns from a lush forest to a menacing storm, ripping needles from branches and limbs from trees. It makes your stomach flip with unease, a shiver wrack down your spine. The shadows in the hall seem to fracture with his mood change alone. Maybe you shouldn’t be fucking with him.

Before you get a chance to tell him you’re only joking, he slips back inside his apartment and slams the door in your face.

For the second time today, you feel the urge to pound your fists against the door and curse his name that you don’t even know.

You don’t have to, though, because Feyre’s doing it for you, rapping her knuckles against the thick wooden door, a frown on her face, eyebrows slanted downwards in annoyance.

It’s not the asshole that opens the door this time. It’s another utterly astonishing boy with an aura to him that makes your knees weak. His hair is swooped perfectly back from his face, shorter than his friends’, but suits his sharp face perfectly. Those cheekbones could cut glass. Again, you feel the need to search for your pencils, because the blue of his eyes is so deep they’re nearly purple. You’ve never seen anything quite like it, as you stare up into them.

What the fuck are they putting in the water here?

Feyre’s breath hitches as he peeks through the tightly shut door, blocking your view when you try to peek around him for his friend. You’d push right through that tall, tight body of his if you had any muscle left after lugging your life in boxes up the stairs all day.

“Sorry, ladies,” his voice is like silk, and as his gaze burns down Feyre’s body, it turns to a near purr. “We’re getting ready for an event tonight, but we’ll try our best to keep it down.”

Liar. You know it not because of the mirth in his tone or the sparkle in his eyes, it’s the soft scoff behind the door that has your fingers rolling into fists.

He doesn’t leave room for a reply, closing the door with a click.

Clenching your jaw, you take reign of the situation, pounding so hard on the door that your bones reverberate with it. You’re tired of this. Of this building. Of the motorcycle. Of the fucking elevator. You’re so tired and irritated and they deserve your wrath now. Fuck being civil.

After a few incessant bangs, the door opens again, and your jaw goes slack. 

A behemoth of a man stands before you. His broad shoulders take up the width of the door as he leans against it, nonchalant as ever. As if you and Feyre aren’t bothering him in the slightest. His thick arms are folded over his bare chest and your mind short-circuits. His tan skin on display is yours for the taking, and you drink him in like a dehydrated woman.

Tattoos line the expanse of his exposed skin, but your gaze moves too fast to take notice of what each one is. You're too busy focusing on the rippling muscle lining his stomach and down to his loose sweatpants, hung so low around his waist, you don’t even see the elastic of his underwear. You swallow dryly. You don’t think he’s wearing any.

As you and your roommate devour the sight, he’s doing the same to you, pink tongue peeking out to wet his lips as he stares, unabashed. His hair hangs around his shoulders, the perfect length for pulling. Which is what you want to do, right about now.

“Well, hello there,” he greets, tone a rumble or warmth. His mouth hikes up into a grin that makes you want to melt and tuck yourself into his large embrace, or get on your knees and open your mouth. Either or. “You must be our new neighbors.”

Feyre nods, a dumbfounded look on her face. You’re sure it matches the one you’re wearing right now, unable to form a single word. “That’s right.”

“Aren’t you two the prettiest things I’ve ever seen,” he compliments, and you wonder why it hadn’t been him in the lobby when you’d needed help. Or when you both arrived. With the muscles stacking his arms, he looks like he’d be able to carry thrice the amount of boxes that you can, all at the same time.

It’s like the three of you are stuck in your own little bubble in the hall, all silent and all taking your fill of the other. You wonder if he’s taken two girls at once before, and then you deem it a stupid thing to think because of course he has. And if you looked like that, you would too.

“Right,” you blurt, cheeks flaring as his attention settles on you. The tilt to his mouth is distracting, but the changing of songs inside helps keep you focused. “About that music…”

“Oh that?” the boy rolls his eyes. “That’s nothing. Just wait until later when it really starts picking up, that’s when—hey, wait,” he cuts himself off, craning his head around to see his roommates, “Why aren’t we letting them in, again?”

There’s laughter on the other side and the second boy’s voice filters over the music. “They were mean to Az.”

The large man turns back, disappointment scrawled across his face. “Ah, sorry, lassies. No one’s mean to Azzy,” he says it softly, like it hurts him to be shutting the both of you down. “Have a nice night.”

The snick of the door shutting is the final nail in the coffin.

The click of the lock is them burying it.

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Midnight Muse Taglist: @going-through-shit @honeycriess @natashachelsea (can't tag ya for some reason) @thisisew

#azriel x reader #azriel #acowar #acotar #azsazz #acomaf #azriel/reader #art school au #tattoo artist!azriel #midnight muse

[offonaherosjourney]

A non-comprehensive list of all the times Miles Bron fucked up

He drove his extremely noticeable car on his way to murder someone.

There is a non zero chance that he didn't invite Andi to pretend he didn't know she was dead, but because he legit forgot to remove her from the list of people that would receive the puzzle boxes.

After seeing that either 1) the woman he tried to kill is still alive or that 2) her twin sister is on his island posing as the woman he killed he goes and insists that the WORLD'S GREATEST DETECTIVE, who had showed up on his island, stays.

He chose to hide the napkin that would prove he lied and that literally connect him to a murder instead of destroying it ASAP.

Also, he doesn't bother to remove or destroy the fax that Lionel sent him that would prove he could have been responsible for Andi's murder.

While he makes sure to wear gloves when he shoots "Andi", he didn't wear gloves when he took the gun from Duke so his fingerprints will show up on that gun.

He puts Duke's phone on his backpocket. You can see it easily there for the rest of the movie. He could have hidden it or gotten rid of it while the lights were out but nope, it stays on his backpocket.

If he wanted to avoid at all costs that his friends found out about Andi's death, he could have cut of the internet at any point.

He rigged the Mona Lisa's security system so that even a loud fart could make it pop open for fucks sake. And sure, ultimately its his fault the painting burns down, but... Had it not been fire it would have been something else. Old paintings are extremely finnicky, and he had it blasted by humidity, wind and sunlight, not to mention the bugs that could get inside the glass cage every time it opened. Had that paining eventually made it back to the Louvre, its curators would not have been happy.

TL;DR: MILES BRON IS AN IDIOT

#feel free to add anything I missed because I bet there's more #glass onion #glass onion spoilers #miles bron #knives out 2 #nym's posts

[lowkeyerror]

Prom

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warning: Harsh words

Summary: In your head you were either going to prom with Wanda or not going at all. However you best friend Kate objected to that thought process.

Masterlist

The scene that unfolded in front of your eyes was unsurprising. It wasn't unexpected or unthinkable, but it still made you feel sick.

It had to be the most magnificent promposal you'd ever seen. There was almost no room to say no. Especially not with the whole school watching.

So when you watched your best friend rush into the arms of one the star football players on the team, you weren't surprised.

The school roared with cheers for the couple. They were swarmed with applause and congratulations.

It was easy for you to slip out from the chaos. You just needed to get as far away from them as you could. Tears pooled in your eyes, but you held them back as you hurried through the campus.

You were nearly satisfied with the distance, but then you ran into someone, and found yourself on the floor.

" Oh, I'm so sorry. I should've been watching where I was going, and you know how it is on campus. I thought everyone was by the field, the hallways would be clear but-"

" Kate, it's fine," you make your way to your feet. The brunette sighs in relief, as she sees it's only you she knocked down.

" Y/n! Why are you going this way? I heard Wanda and Vision… oh fuck. Y/n, I'm sorry," Kate's eagerness was quick to deplete when she realized why you were in such a hurry.

" It's fine, it's not like I wanted to go to prom anyway. Everything works out fine," your gaze was locked on the ground.

Kate's scoff gets you to look at her," You're still going. Wanda or no Wanda."

You frown," If I don't have a date, there's no point. In fact, if she's not my date, there's no point."

Kate shakes her head," Nope, I'm not allowing it. As your other best friend, who you know wants to go to prom. I will sacrifice myself and say that if you don't go to prom, neither will I."

Your eyes go wide," Kate, it's literally your dream to go to prom."

She shrugs," This is more important."

You sigh," Who would I even go with?"

Kate drops to one knee and pretends to open a ring box," Y/n, we have been friends for as long as I can remember. I've always wanted to go to prom, and maybe I didn't necessarily picture you as my date, but when duty calls, extreme measures must be made. So I'm asking you, will you go to prom with me."

You yank Kate off of her knees," Would you get the fuck off of the floor before someone sees us, Kate?"

She wiggles her eyebrows," So is that a yes?"

" Fine," you relent, and she squeals.

" I can't wait to plan everything. We are going to look so good together. I can see the outfits now. Suit and suit, they'll eat it up. Oh my god," you can't help but smile as you try to roll your eyes at Kate's excitement.

Her energy almost makes you forget what you were running from earlier, almost.

" What did you do to Kate, she is literally bouncing with excitement," it's Wanda that interrupts Kate's babbling.

" It's more like what she did to me," you reply.

Kate rolls her eyes," You mean what I did for you."

" Which was?" Wanda pressed on.

You were going to answer, but Kate beat you to it," I asked her to go to prom with me."

" More like, forced me."

" You'll thank me one day," Kate argued.

Wanda still looked puzzled by the whole situation.

" Basically I wasn't going to go to prom, but then Kate threatened to not go either. She's been looking forward to this since I've known her, so I had to bite the bullet."

Kate rolls her eyes," You act like going to prom with me is a bad thing. I'm on the cheer squad, you know, anyone else would be grateful for this."

You bow your head," Oh, thank miss popular Kate Bishop for allowing the opportunity for a peasant like myself to spend an evening in your presence."

Wanda chuckles at your theatrics," Well now that you're going, we can all go shopping together. We could even get a limo."

Kate lit up," See Y/n, Wanda gets it."

You shrug," Of course she does after a mega promposal like that one, she kind of has to be excited."

Wanda shifts in her spot a little," Ya, it was… a lot to say the least."

You were now acutely aware of her body language. They way her brow was drooping, the faux-smile on her lips, and the stiffness in her shoulders.

You didn't get to think about it too hard, Kate started talking about all of her plans for prom.

As the three of you walked home together, Kate kept most of Wanda's attention, only addressing you a few times.

" Don't worry Y/nn, we will be wearing black so no overly bright colors," you nod at Kate to show you were listening.

Luckily, her house was first on the stop. She basically talked all the way up until she entered the house. When she finally disappeared, you felt your shoulders drop dramatically.

Wanda laughs," You seem very excited."

" What gave it away? The exasperated sigh or the drop in the shoulders."

She chuckles," You really aren't happy about prom, are you?"

" I don't want to go," you say flatly.

" Why not?"

You couldn't tell her that going without her as your date felt pointless. It probably wasn't even smart to mention that the person you wanted to go with had been asked already.

" It's just not my kind of thing," you shrug.

" Well, I'm glad you're going," she doesn't look at you when she says it.

" Really?"

She turns to you," Ya, because now I can ask you to save me a dance."

You could feel yourself blushing," You know I can't dance."

The two of you stop briefly in front of her house. Neither of you are eager for the conversation to end.

" I guess you'll have to follow my lead then. Bye Y/n," You watch as she disappears into her own house.

Your heart pounds in your chest. A small smile presents itself on your face and there's a little bounce in your step as you continue the path to your house.

A few days pass, leading up to the weekend. It's an early Saturday morning, when your phone rings, disturbing your sleep. You reach for it with your eyes closed, missing the first few attempts.

" Hello," you say groggily.

" Rise and shine prom date, we are outside and ready to go," Kate's enthusiasm sounds through the phone like a fire alarm.

" What?" You don't really understand what she is saying, still partially asleep.

You hear Kate sigh through the line," Wanda, activate plan b."

She hangs up the phone. You take that as a sign to go back to sleep. That was possibly the wrong move. This time you are disturbed by a knocking on your window.

You try to ignore it, but it gets more intense," I don't have the upper body strength for this Y/n."

It's Wanda's voice that gets you out of bed. You hurry over to the window. Quickly, you open it and yank the red through it.

" Are you insane?" You say as the woman straightens herself out.

" It was Kate's plan," she says out of breath," Besides you have to get ready. We're going prom shop- oh."

You look quizzically at her in reference to her pause. It's not a moment later that you realize you're talking to her only in a sports bra and pajama shorts. Wanda is almost completely zeroed in on your abdomen.

" Eyes up here sweetheart," she blushes at you calling her out.

" Oh ya, sorry. I- um put some clothes on, so we can go," she manages to speak.

" No peeking," you tease the girl as you slip on a top and change your bottoms.

When you finish, you grab her wrist lightly and guide her out of your room. Somewhere along the stairs, she shimmies her hand into yours.

You don't question it.

When you get to Kate's car, Wanda releases your hand. You take your spot in the backseat while Wanda takes the passenger seat.

" Could you have taken any longer," Kate comments.

" You know, people usually tell each other when they're going shopping for things like this. It's not a spontaneous call at 8:30 in the morning."

Kate hummed," I'll take that into consideration next time."

The cheerleader headed in the direction of downtown. It took awhile to get there and by the time you had arrived it was buzzing with activity.

Kate was the first out of the car, seemingly knowing exactly where she was heading. You and Wanda trailed behind her.

" So, what colors are you and sparks wearing?" You ask her, acutely aware of how her arm slightly brushes against yours as you walk.

She nudges you a bit because of the nickname. You put your hands up in surrender. She rolls her eyes before answering, " I'm pretty set on red."

" It's a good color on you," you nod in approval.

" You think so?" Her hand is in yours again.

You clear your throat," I do, but honestly any color would be beautiful on you."

She giggles," Shut up."

" I'm serious, it's a pretty simple concept. You're beautiful, so whatever you wear is beautiful because of the communicative property or whatever."

" What a roundabout way of calling me pretty," Wanda smirks at you.

Before you can respond, Kate is snatching you by the wrist and dragging you into a store. She shoved a suit in your hands.

" This is it… you're going to look so hot in this Y/n. Try it on," Kate squeals out of excitement.

You calmly make your way over to the dressing room. After getting a good look at the suit, you have to admit it looks amazing. Everything about it was sleek. It was simple yet elegant.

The undershirt was a lace button up that was slightly see through, but not too much. The jacket stopped at the top of your thigh, creating a slim fit. There was even a pocket square to match the shirt.

You left the top three buttons open and slipped the jacket over it. Even you had to admit that Kate had worked a miracle.

When you exit the dressing room, Kate screams. She's by your side in an instant, smoothing out any wrinkles in your attire.

" I was right, you look so hot," she smiles, taking in your appearance.

Your eyes shift over to the now seated redhead," What do you think?"

Her mouth had been slightly agape and her eyes were wide as they raked your body," You look fucking amazing."

" Well, the judges have spoken, I guess I'm getting this one."

After you took the suit off, the three of you wandered the store to find outfits for Kate and Wanda. They didn't end up finding anything they liked, so you moved on to the next store.

It seemed like you had checked all the stores downtown and both girls were still empty-handed. Kate suggested going to the mall next, and that's exactly what you guys did.

It had only taken Kate about 3 steps into the mall to see the suit she wanted sitting in the display window of some store. She walked in and haggled with the owner to get the suit fresh from the mannequin's body.

" It almost feels like Kate is winning at shopping and I just didn't think that was possible," Wanda watches in amazement as Kate walked out of the store with her suit.

" I mean technically it's like we're all on the same team, so we're all winning. Kate's got the eye of a French seamstress. If the dress for you is in here, she'll spot it," you reassure the girl.

It was Wanda, this time, who was getting dragged away by Kate. It seemed like she moved aimlessly through the mall, until she finally went into a store. She stood close to the entrance, looking around and sushing every one of Wanda's questions.

Seeing her eyes go wide in real time was kind of funny. Kate rushed through the store and snatched up a dress, quickly shoving it into the red head's arms.

" You're welcome, now go try it on," Kate points Wanda in the direction of the changing rooms before leading you to that area as well.

" You could do this professionally, you know," you tell your prom date.

" I just watch a lot of Say Yes to the Dress," she shrugs, and you laugh.

" Kate, thanks for asking me to prom. I don't think I'll be completely miserable."

Kate smirks," You're welcome, and trust me you definitely won't be miserable after seeing Wanda's dress."

" Whatever," you brush her off.

You can't help the way your knee bounced in anticipation of seeing Wanda in her dress. For a moment, it's almost as if you're her date, getting ready for the big reveal.

The truth is, you weren't ready for what you saw. Your heart stopped when Wanda walked out of the dressing room. Kate had truly outdone herself.

The dress was… wow. It was elegant, flowy, it fit Wanda perfectly. Hugging areas that you knew the girl had, but never dreamed of seeing in this light.

You were completely speechless. Kate had a similar reaction as you both sat in silence, just staring at Wanda.

" What do you guys think?"

Nothing came out of your mouth as you nudged Kate to speak first. The dark haired girl had trouble articulating her thoughts," I- well fuck. You look amazing, Wanda, absolutely stunning. Right Y/n."

You nod dumbly as your eyes are glued to the dress. It's not until Wanda had her eyes on you that you tried to speak," I'm in love with you… your dress. It's really um yes. Windows 95 is a really lucky guy."

You see her sigh at the mention of her date. Abruptly, she sits in between you and Kate," Can I tell you guys something?"

" Anything," you and Kate answer in unison.

She takes a deep breath," I don't want to go to prom with Vision."

This was almost more jaw dropping than the dress," What?"

" I feel like this is a food court conversation," Kate interrupts.

Wanda nods before going back into the changing room.

" Kate, did I hear her right?"

" Yup," she pops the p at the end of the word.

You shake your head," I don't get it. Star quarterback, head cheerleader, it just makes sense doesn't it?"

" Well, we won't have to wonder for too long," Kate says as you wait for Wanda to return.

When she did, Wanda ended up buying the dress. The three of you headed to the food court. Everyone got something to eat before sitting at a table. You and Kate sat on one side of the table, while Wanda sat on the other.

" So, you don't want to go to prom with him," you break the silence and Kate slaps your arm.

" You can't just ask her like that."

Your arm stung as you spoke," Well, sorry, it's not every day that someone is in this situation."

" It's fine, Kate. I mean, that's exactly what I said, and I mean it. I don't want to go with him," Wanda responds.

" Then why say yes to his promposal?"

Wanda sighs," Vision is a nice guy, he really is, and his promposal was huge. I mean, everybody was there and if I said no…"

" He would've gotten humiliated in front of the whole school," Kate finishes the sentence.

" Exactly, so I just said yes."

You frown," Are you going to tell him?"

She rapidly shakes her head," God no, it's too late. The dress is literally already in my hands."

You struggle to hide the irritation on your face. Wanda had no problem pointing it out either," Why do you look so upset, at least you get to go with Kate?"

You try to reel in your expression," I'm not upset. I just think it's dumb to go with him if that's not what you want to do. You guys are always talking about how prom is a once in a lifetime experience. Going with someone you don't want to go with sounds like a waste."

Wanda glares at you," You wouldn't understand Y/n."

You scoff," Why, cause I'm not on the cheer squad?

" You guys," Kate, tries to mediate the situation.

" Because everyone isn't watching everything you do. They don't care about your clothes, or your boyfriend, or you, Y/n. You're just a nobody."

It was silent after Wanda said that. Kate was in disbelief, and truth be told you were too. You stood from the table and began to walk away.

Kate got up to follow after you, only pausing briefly to look at Wanda," That's not something you say to your best friend."

Kate chases after you, slowing when she catches up to you," Y/n."

" You know, I've always felt like that compared to the two of you, but to hear her actually say it really fucking hurts," you sniffle, trying to conceal your tears.

" You're not a nobody," Kate wraps her arms around your waist and your head rests on her shoulder.

Kate takes you home after that. You tell her she can leave, but she stays by your side. The two of you barricade yourselves in your room. She turns on your favorite movie and grabs a pint of ice cream from your freezer.

" Do you think she meant it?" You ask as you sadly shovel some ice cream into your mouth.

Kate exhales," No, I think she just got defensive and said something she knew would hurt you."

You frown," That's not much better, is it?"

" Not really."

You lean back on your bed, closing your eyes," It's stupid, but I thought this might've been my shot, that if she didn't want to go with him, maybe…"

" So you were just going to bail on good ol' Kate?" The girl jokes and you laugh a bit.

" You would've found another date, Bishop. Let me be sad about this."

Your phone ringing interrupts the conversation. The caller ID reads Wanda. You debate on what to do before letting the call go to voicemail. Kate looks at you sympathetically.

" I just need some space from her right now," you whisper.

Kate grabs a hold of your hand," I'm with you."

That call wasn't the only one Wanda made to your phone. In fact, she had sent a slew of texts to accompany the calls. It got to the point where you just blocked her number.

At school, Kate would act as a buffer between you and Wanda. She would seemingly appear out of nowhere, not leaving any space for you to be left alone with Wanda.

Part of you knew that all Wanda wanted to do was apologize, but you weren't ready to forgive her yet. You knew if she would've gotten you alone, you would've folded.

So you kept your distance from the girl. Not ever feeling ready to have that conversation. Truth be told, you were scared of what she had to say. In your mind, you had already decided that the next time you spoke to her, it would be prom.

You stood in front of the mirror, preparing yourself for the night ahead of you. You hardly looked like yourself after all of the maintenance. Between your hair, eyebrows, and nails alone, you felt a little strange.

The makeup Kate had insisted you apply, sent the look over the top. You were ready for prom. Tonight was the night you knew you could no longer ignore Wanda. If she wanted to speak to you, tonight would be her only chance.

The suit Kate picked for you matched well with your makeup and accessories. Everything came together quite nicely. A wide smile spread across your face as you looked at your reflection.

" You definitely look like somebody, L/n," you said before exiting the room.

Kate was already downstairs waiting for you. Your parents took a few pictures, and then Kate escorted you outside to the limo.

" You look fucking phenomenal," you say to her.

" I had to pull out all the stops if I was going to be standing next to you all night," Kate praises your outfit.

You couldn't help, but think back to when you went shopping, weeks ago. It would be a lie to say you weren't curious about how Wanda looked in her dress.

" You think Wanda wore the dress?"

Kate cautiously eyes you," Probably, why?"

You blush," I don't know, just curious."

" You're done avoiding her, now?"

" If she's looking for me, I'll talk to her."

Stepping out of the limo, you did feel powerful. You exit first, then extend your hand to help Kate do the same. The moment the two of you stepped out, eyes were on you.

" I told you they couldn't resist the pair of suits," Kate whispers in your ear.

You whisper back," Is this fame?"

Kate laughs and the two of you enter the venue," Don't let it get to your head."

The prom is in full swing. The dance floor is full, everyone had drinks in their hands, and the vibes were good.

" This doesn't look completely lame," you say over the music.

" Told you so, now let's dance," you let Kate pull you on to the dance floor.

You and Kate spent a good while on the dance floor, enjoying yourselves. Between the bad dance moves and lyrical performances, you felt like you were in your element.

The two of you only left to get a few drinks of your own. Over by the drink table is where you spotted Wanda for the first time of the night.

She was indeed wearing the dress that Kate had picked out for her. Her hair flowed freely and her makeup made her look fierce. However, the first thing that you noticed was that Vision wasn't by her side.

" Interesting," Kate speaks, probably having the same realization.

" I was just going to say the same thing," Wanda's presence didn't deter either of you from going over to the punch bowl.

" Hey," Wanda addresses both Kate and yourself.

" Hey," you both say in sync.

Her eyes met yours," Can we talk?"

Kate glances at you, and you give her a small nod," We can talk."

Kate wanders back into the crowd searching for some of her other friends, leaving you alone with Wanda.

Not much could be heard over the loud music, so the two of you went outside. The song could still vaguely be heard from outside of the venue, but it wasn't nearly as loud.

" The suit looks good on you," Wanda tries to break the ice.

" Thanks, your dress looks even better than when you first tried it on."

She shifts in her spot," Thanks."

A silence blanketed the conversation. You were waiting for her to speak, but it was almost like she got cold feet.

" Where's your date?"

Wanda began to twiddle her fingers," I uh… I came alone."

You couldn't hide your shock as your eyes went wide," You did?"

She nods," I couldn't stop thinking about what you said. It was the right thing to do."

" Oh," was all that you could muster up.

" Y/n, you know I didn't mean what I said to you that day. You aren't a nobody, especially not to me. You're one of the most important people in my life, and I'm sorry for hurting you," you could see the tears well up in her eyes, but you didn't forgive her quite yet.

" What you said was really fucked up, Wanda. It's not like I hadn't heard it before from other people. Hell, even from myself, but to have you tell me I'm nobody, fuck," you couldn't finish your sentence.

Wanda reaches for your hands, and you let her hold them," I know I fucked up. My emotions or however I was feeling at the time doesn't make what I said ok, but I'm willing to spend however long it takes to make it up to you."

You were going to stop her there, but she wasn't finished.

" I can't stand not talking to you or not being next to you. I hate that you couldn't even look at me. Without you, I just feel so incomplete, like something is missing."

You were taken aback by her words, this time in a good way. She was sorry, but it felt bigger than that.

" I had to ignore you because I knew the second you got me alone I'd fold and forgive you, whether I wanted to or not."

She hesitates," Do you want to forgive me?"

" After everything you said, how could I not?"

She smiles sweetly and wraps her arms around you, burying her face in your neck," I missed you so much. I'm never going to hurt you again"

You held her a little tighter, letting your body relax into hers. The soft fabric of her dress lightly brushes apart exposed parts of your skin.

Wanda didn't release the hug fully, only pulling away enough to look into your eyes. Neither of you could look away.

" Would you be mad if I told you that I love you," the words came softly out of Wanda's mouth.

You gently shake your head," No."

" Good," Wanda delicately closes the gap between your lips.

Her pillowy pink lips, press against yours. Your head was spinning. From not speaking to each other to finally having her lips on yours. It felt like a dream, as if you were floating about in the depths of your own mind.

Bright smiles were displayed across both of your faces once the kiss was over. There was jubilation in the air surrounding you.

" As much as I'd love to stay out here with you, doing that all night. I think I owe you a dance," you regain some of your composure as you speak to Wanda.

" I thought you couldn't dance," she recalls the conversation you had weeks ago.

" Well, I guess I'll have to follow your lead then," you respond with a dopey smile on your face.

As soon as you two get back inside, Kate rushes over to the pair of you. Her eyes traveled from your interlocked hands up to your faces. A smirk overtook her features," I guess you guys sorted everything out."

"Yep."

She hums," Sealed it with a kiss, too."

You and Wanda both began blushing and stumbling over words. Kate held her hand up to silence you two," I'm happy for you guys. Now have your sappy slow dance, so we can party."

Kate basically shoved the two of you on the dance floor before disappearing. Almost if on cue, a slow song starts playing.

" I don't know how, but this seems like Kate's doing," you said, placing your hands on Wanda's hips.

" It has to be," Wanda's arms linked behind your neck.

The two of you swayed together. The music guides you against each other. Everything finally fell into place for you. This is all you could want from life.

You and Wanda, frozen in a moment of intimacy with each other. Swaying to the beat of a song neither of you cared about, but reveling in the company of each other.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #lowkeyerror #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop

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I feel I'm rubbish at these, cos I don't give prompts, it's more a collection of words like "HangMatt, with lingerie maybe" *shrug emoji* 😉 Oooooh! Would you ever consider more details on the Hangman Matt experiments?? 🥺

Look So Good Underneath Me - also on AO3

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Adam decides to try a new one of his experiments with Matt, and decides on pink panties. It backfires. Deliciously.

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Jules I need you to be aware that this is ENTIRELY your fault. This prompt isn't rubbish, it's pure GOLD. Thank you! Title from Pink G-String by Scene Queen.

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“I have a present for you,” Adam says once Matt picks up the phone. He lights up immediately.

“A present?” he asks. “What kind? Can I see?”

“Not until Dynamite,” Adam says, fighting his own grin. “You gotta wait.”

Matt huffs. “This is one of your stupid experiments again, isn’t it. Is this like the time you bought me a neon orange butt plug and had me wear it the night we won the six-man tags in Ring of Honor? Is this a throwback?”

Adam throws his head back and laughs. “Oh, my god, no. But we should revisit that. That was good.”

“But it is an experiment,” Matt says, and when Adam turns his eyes back to his phone screen, even FaceTime can’t hide Matt’s interest. “Right?”

“Maybe,” Adam singsongs. “Maybe I just want to get something pretty for my boyfriend.”

“So it’s something pretty!” Matt says, like he solved some sort of puzzle. “Just tell me.”

“Nope,” Adam says. “You have to wait.”

Matt groans, sounding like Adam’s high schoolers would get when he’d tell them they couldn’t skip any more classes or they’d fail. “Is this like the edging thing you did back before the pandemic that backfired?”

Adam frowns. “No. God. Why would you remind me of that disaster?”

“If I’m miserable, you’re miserable,” Matt says, with a grin.

“What a horrible line,” Adam laughs. “I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you,” Matt clarifies. “But you’re being mean to me so I figured I’d give it back to you.”

“Cute,” Adam says. “Very cute. I wish you were here so I could fuck that smug little smile off of you. I’ll have to wait until Wednesday, though.”

Matt turns pink. “Miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby,” Adam murmurs. “I’ll see you soon. Two days, okay?”

“Two days,” Matt confirms. “Love you.”

“I love you more.”

Adam hangs up and has to shove his face in a pillow with the stupid, fluffy feeling building in his chest. It’s been months back with Matt, and before that years with and without him, and he still gets all dumb about him.

When he’s finally gotten his shit together and has stopped mooning over his boyfriend, Adam grabs the box he’d ordered and pulls out the pink lacy thong, neon and so flimsy it’s almost pointless.

The sight of it alone, the image of what Matt might look like wearing it, is enough to get him hard. He gets off looking at a photo of Matt, and curling the lacy fabric in his free hand.

~

“Hi!”

Adam turns to see a familiar flurry barreling toward him and leaping into his arms.

“Hey, baby,” he says, hugging Matt close. Matt’s legs around his waist feel like home. “It’s only been a couple days, you really miss me that much?”

“Uh-huh,” Matt says, burying his face into Adam’s neck. He sighs. “Plus you did the teasy thing again with the present, and now that I see you, I know I’m gonna get it.”

“Oh, you’re gonna get it alright,” Adam says, sliding his hand up Matt’s thigh.

“For the love of god, not in the airport.”

Adam brushes some of Matt’s hair out of the way. “Oh! Hi, Nick.”

“Hey,” Nick nods. “Can you put my brother down, please?”

Matt lets out a long suffering sigh as he slides down Adam’s body to the floor. “You ruin the fun, Nicky.”

“I ruin the public indecency charges.” Nick hits Matt in the back with his own backpack. “Grab your stuff so we can all get to the hotel and I can have some peace away from you two heathens.”

“Heathens, schmeathens,” Matt says, rolling his eyes as he grabs his backpack and Adam’s hand. “I’m not the one who was checking out Billy Gunn’s ass last week.”

“Really!” Adam says. “Nick, do you have a thing for Billy?”

“Shut up, Matt,” Nick grumbles. He won’t meet Adam’s eyes. “Matt, you said you wouldn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but it’s Adam,” Matt says, like the name alone gives context. “You know. We tell him everything.”

“You tell him everything,” Nick corrects, shaking his head with a little smile on his face. “I try to keep a little mystery going.”

~

It’s a whirlwind to get back to the hotel, and they end up with less time than Adam had hoped to get ready. He’s in the middle of unpacking when Matt shuffles past him with his carryon thrown over his shoulder. Always the performer.

“You know you don’t have to show off the biceps all the time for me to think you’re hot, right?”

Matt throws a grin over his shoulder. “Yeah, but it’s fun.” He unzips his bag, and Adam is…concerned.

“Oh,” Adam says, blinking. “The white gear.”

“Yeah,” Matt says, taking the white gear and putting it carefully into his venue bag. “I thought you like the white gear.”

Adam bites his lip. “Oh, I do. I definitely do. I just, uh,” he turns around to go to his checked luggage, and pulls out the poorly wrapped gift. “Here. Open it.”

Matt’s brow furrows. “Oh, I know what this is.”

“You do?” Adam asks. “How?”

Matt locks his eyes on Adam’s as he rips it open, pulls out the box, and pulls out the panties. “Because you’re predictable, Adam.” He grins. “You’ve always liked me in pink.”

“Okay, see, but who wouldn’t?” He crowds into Matt’s space until Matt’s back hits the wall. He brushes some of Matt’s hair over his shoulder, careful to graze his fingers against Matt’s neck, just to make his shiver. He leans in, lips at Matt’s ear. “You look so good in it.”

Matt exhales. “Why are you doing this to me when we have to be at the venue in twenty minutes?” he whispers.

“Because I like it when you get riled up.”

Matt laughs. “So predictable.” But he’s breathing a little heavily, his eyes are a little blown, and he can’t stop looking at Adam’s mouth. “I – do you want me to wear this under my gear? Because, well, Nick and I thought white gear because it goes with everything, but we also brought something else.” Matt steps away from Adam and reaches into his bag.

“The purple and black and white would definitely make it harder to see the thong through the clothes.” Adam licks his lips. “Then it’s just you and me who know. Maybe I’ll snap at it a little during the match, just to remind you.”

“Okay, seriously, this is just mean,” Matt says, and he folds his arms across his chest. “You better get me really good after Rampage. I don’t care how tired I am.”

Adam tilts his head. “I – what?”

“You heard me,” Matt says, sliding a leg between Adam’s. “You’re gonna rail me so hard after tonight’s match, when we win those belts back, it’ll be like we’re back in our Ring of Honor days.”

Adam blinks. “That might be the most dominant you’ve ever been, and it’s begging me to fuck you. You’re an enigma, baby.”

Matt is snippy and on edge the whole night, and Adam fights the urge to laugh when Kenny says, “Jesus, what crawled up your ass.” Matt huffs and glares at Adam.

“Are you two in a fight?” Nick asks. “Because if you two are in a fight, I’ll be forced to kill you if we don’t win tonight. I don’t want to commit murder.”

“We’re not fighting,” Adam says, and his expression is apparently not blank enough because Nick groans.

“Jesus, you two,” but at least he’s laughing. “Don’t even tell me. Just,” he turns to Matt, “be normal for the match.”

“I am normal!”

“Are not.”

“Are too!”

“Okay,” Adam says, stepping between the two of them before they get each other riled up in the bad way. “Why don’t we all get back to the locker room and start getting ready, yeah?”

“I’ll see you three later,” Kenny says, eyes not leaving the screen next to Tony. “I don’t want to miss anything.”

It’s early to get ready, with Rampage just starting, but Adam would rather Nick and Matt be bitchy in private than to gather an audience.

“I don’t know why I got dragged in here,” Nick says, rolling his eyes.

“Because Matt’s bitchy and you were goading him,” Adam explains.

“Yeah, Nick –”

“Nope,” Adam says, shoving him into a chair. “Not on your side, baby.” He takes the moment to loom over Matt, who goes all giant eyed and soft. He adds the next sentence in a whisper. “Be good.”

Matt nods. “Okay.”

“I’d say teach me how to do that,” Nick says, flopping into a chair, “but I think that would be gross.”

Adam laughs. “No shit, Sherlock.”

They watch the rest of the show as they slowly pull their gear on. Nick is rambling about shoes while Matt stays extremely close to Adam.

“Matt, I’m not gonna fuck you until after the match,” Adam murmurs, disguising it with a kiss to Matt’s temple.

“Why not?”

“We have, like, twenty minutes before we have to be at gorilla.”

Matt gets this little smile on his face. “Well –”

“No!” Adam laughs. He falls onto the couch next to Matt and grabs him around the waist. “God, you’re the worst.”

“You both suck pretty bad right now,” says Nick, but he’s smiling down at his phone, so Adam thinks it’s not too bad. He resists the urge to ask if it’s Billy.

“I gotta go put on my gear,” Matt says, and he winks at Adam. When he gets his things out of his bag, Adam feels a shiver run up his spine when he spots a hint of neon pink. From where he’s bent over, Matt flashes him a grin that makes Adam rock hard in seconds.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and he realizes far later than he should have that, as much as this experiment messes with Matt, it’ll mess with him, too.

~

Adam thinks the universe is an absolute dickwad by sending Swerve out in the middle of his match with Matt. He’s able to focus when he gets flashes of pink, so slight and so infrequently he’s sure no one else can see it. But it powers him, and it focuses him, and it reminds him why he’s here.

He catches the pink in the corner of his eye right before he pins Cage.

“We did it!” Matt says, breathless and grinning, belt in his hands as he walks backstage. “We won!”

“We did,” Adam laughs, and he’s not doing the best job of staying in the moment, stuck on Swerve and what he might do next. “Holy shit, we did.”

“Hey,” Matt says firmly. “Focus on right now.” He raises his belt and bumps it with Adam’s, and it feels like a promise. “We did it.”

Nick barrels in. “Not to interrupt the love fest, but Hung Bucks champs for life!” He throws his arms around the both of them, and they stumble their way into a wall. Adam’s happy, the kind of soul expanding, deep, long term happy he only feels around Matt, around Nick, around his friends.

The way he used to feel around the Dark Order. But he’s going to listen to Matt. And he’ll focus on right now.

Still tangled with both Bucks, Adam pulls back a little and grins, locking eyes with Matt as he slides his hand down Matt’s back, just under the hem of his pants, and snaps the waistband of the panties.

Matt looks deliciously scandalized, the pink across his cheeks and the smile making it very clear where his mind went.

“Okay,” Nick laughs. “Let’s get backstage to the –”

“Oh, no you don’t.” Tony practically stomps over to them. “I need you two – not you, Adam, unless you want to, I guess – to help coordinate Ubers and Lyfts for some of the talent.”

 Matt blinks. “Why?”

“Because it’s much later than we usually wrap up Rampage and it feels like, I don’t know, wrong to have everybody just try their best to find a ride back to the hotel when it’s past midnight.” He wrinkles his nose. “And I have to talk to the owner of this place about how, no, the blood isn’t going to bring a bad reputation to the place.” He gives Nick a look. “Unless you want to do the political work.”

“I will begin setting up Uber and Lyft rides as long as you never threaten me with politics again,” Nick says. “Come on you, two. Adam, you can talk on a phone, right?”

“Literally no,” Adam says. “Like, anxious millennial is my whole vibe.”

“Deal with it,” Nick says, and he grabs Adam and Matt by the wrists and yanks them over to a quieter space.

Adam makes so many phone calls. So many. Matt, next to him, is chattering away with a big smile, and the tiny hint of pink peeking out from the back of his pants is enough to make Adam’s brain fry.

They go on like this for twenty full minutes, call after call to coordinate between people. The worst is giving specific Uber and Lyft codes out to talent until they can barely read numbers, until Tony comes back from his meeting with a smile.

“You three,” he says, pointing to them, “are godsends. The owner of this place figured out what was happening and thought that we could use that to combat any blood related PR for the night, so no more worries about the way things look.” He exhales. “Go back to the locker rooms, get ready to go. They’re giving us an extra forty-five minutes to clean up and give you time to get yourselves together.”

“Great,” Adam says, blood suddenly no longer in his head. “Wonderful.”

“I’m heading back to the hotel now,” Nick says, typing on his phone. “I can shower there. I’m beat.”

Adam laughs, almost accidentally. “Come on, Matty, let’s go clean up.”

Nick goes with them to get his gear, and Adam’s so hard he’s getting dizzy. Matt can’t even know how the way he bends over flashes the tiniest hint of pink every time, how Adam can tell, through the pants, Matt’s in a thong that Adam bought for him. For some ungodly reason, Matt pulls on a tee shirt. A shirt. He’s covering up that perfect body more.

Adam feels like a dick, but he tries to silently will Nick to pack faster.

Matt yawns a little, stretching enough to reveal another flash of pink, and Adam snaps.

“Nick,” he says, voice sounding tight. “Need help packing?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Nick says. He throws his bag over his shoulder. “You guys wanna get Denny’s or something?”

Matt opens his mouth, but Adam barrels over him. “Nah, we’re good.” He shoots Matt a look that he hopes conveys ‘stop talking so I can fuck you into oblivion.’ “We’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Nick narrows his eyes, studying Adam’s face, and Adam tries to stay as neutral as possible. “If you end up on the news tomorrow for whatever this,” he waves his hand, “energy is, I’m not bailing you out.”

“Deal,” Adam says. “Fine. See you tomorrow. Love you. Bye.”

Nick’s still laughing as the door swings shut behind him.

“What is up with –”

Adam doesn’t give Matt the time to speak. He collides with Matt, grabbing at his shirt, ripping it at the hem at his haste to get it off.

“Mine,” he growls against Math’s mouth as he kisses him.

“Oh!” Matt yelps. “Oh, yes, love this.”

Adam shoves Matt against the wall, leaning in to suck a bruise into Matt’s neck, down his shoulder. Matt hums into it.

“I kind of liked that shirt,” he pants. “You ripped it.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks. He grabs at Matt’s thighs and lifts him. “Deal with it, baby, I’m gonna wreck a lot more.”

Matt lets out this delighted, high pitched little whine. “God, took you long enough.”

Adam drops Matt on the massage table, scrabbling at the waistband of Matt’s gear pants. He grabs Matt’s hand and pins it to he massage table when he tries to help, and Matt exhales.

“God, yes,” Matt exhales. “I love it when you get this way.”

“You in those fuckin’ panties,” Adam grumbles, roughly yanking Matt’s gear pants down. He lets go of Matt’s hand, needing an assist, and Matt reaches above his head to grab at the top of the table.

“Yeah?” Matt asks, lifting his hips so Adam can yank the pants down. “You like them a lot?”

“I can’t stand them,” Adam says, and he doesn’t even take the time to take the panties off. He leans in, mouths at Matt’s dick through the lace, and the whine that comes out of Matt is almost enough to make Adam come in his pants.

“Adam,” Matt gasps. “Oh – take ‘em off, now, I need you to fuck me immediately.”

Adam pulls back, grinning. “Did you just swear?”

Matt pushes up on his elbows. “Did you just stop?”

“Fair point.” Adam pulls back and locks his eyes on Matt as he walks back to the bags.

“Why are you leaving?” Matt asks, breathing so hard Adam can see the movement. “Come back.”

“Gotta get lube, baby,” Adam says, grinning. He slides his hand in his bag, and it’s right in the front pocket, in the ziplock one quart baggie that made the TSA agent blush. He flicks the bottle open with one thumb, and Matt drops back with a thud against the massage table.

Adam gets back to Matt and unbuckles his pants as fast as he can, his cock springing from his boxers when he shoves them down his hips. It’s almost a relief. He grabs Matt’s legs, yanking him half off the table.

“Yes,” Matt says. “Yes, now, anything.”

Adam laughs, and it sounds a little dark to his own ears. “Slow down baby, we gotta get you nice and open first.”

Matt whines, one of Adam’s favorite sounds, and throws his legs over Adam’s shoulders without another request. Adam presses a kiss to the inside of his thigh. “I gotta take these off first.”

“Okay,” Matt says, but Adam stops him before he moves his legs. Adam leans in and carefully grabs the band around Matt’s thighs with his teeth, dragging them down a thigh. It’s harder than he would have expected, but with a little help from his hands, the panties are gone. He shifts, ducking so he can yank them off and throw them somewhere in the room.

“You have no idea how hot that was,” Matt pants. “Get in me.”

“Hold on,” Adam laughs, turning to bite at the soft skin of Matt’s thigh. He drips lube on his fingers and watches, rapt, as he traces Matt’s hole for a second, listening to Matt’s pained whimpers.

“Adam, please.” He sounds like he’s near to tears. “I can’t wait any more. Please.”

Adam slides a finger inside of Matt, and it’s so easy, like he’s made to fit inside of Matt. Matt exhales and his body relaxes.

“Not enough,” he gasps, “but better.”

Adam grins as he works in another finger, Matt pleading for more as each twist of his fingers presses up against his prostate. With the third, Matt’s heels press into Adam’s shoulders so firmly Adam’s pretty sure there will be a mark.

“I’m ready, and you know it,” Matt bitches. “I want it now.”

Adam drops Matt down, grip iron on Matt’s thighs, until he’s at the right angle. Like this, he can pull Matt down on his dick, the leverage so perfect it feels impossible.

“Oh, god, yes,” Matt groans. “That’s – holy fuck.”

“Two fucks in one night,” Adam quips, finally clearheaded now that his dick is buried in Matt, “what a surprise.”

“I could go for two in one night,” Matt says, and he uses those obscene biceps and a grip on the table to fuck himself on Adam’s dick. “Back at the hotel?”

“Focus on getting railed right now, Matthew, Jesus,” Adam laughs, but he can’t stop smiling. It’s been years since they started doing this, months since they fell back together, and it’s still this good. He still can’t get enough of Matt’s attempts to keep a conversation going, of the way Matt yanks him down for a kiss, the way he’ll grab at Adam’s hand even when it’s impossible to hold hands.

“I love you,” Adam says, “just wanna make sure you know.”

“I know,” Matt says, eyes fluttering closed as Adam adjusts the pace and the angle. “I – know, Adam, I love you too. I wanna come soon, please?”

“You asking permission now?” Adam chuckles. “That something you might wanna try? Me saying no?”

“Not today, but yes,” Matt says. He’s got his teeth sunk down in that pretty pink lip of his, and Adam has to lean in and kiss it, just for the moment. He taps Matt’s leg to make sure he hooks it right around Adam’s waist, then moves his hand, still slick, to wrap around Matt’s cock. Matt whimpers when Adam keeps his grip lose and not quite what he wanted. He was tortured earlier with knowing all of this was covered in pretty pink. Matt can get a little teasing too. Only, he realizes, as he loosens his grip even further, now he’s thinking about those panties, and what Matt would look like in another pair, and his brain is flames again.

“Matt,” Adam laughs, a bit delirious, “fuck, I think this experiment backfired.”

“I disagree,” and he sounds far too put together. Adam picks up the pace of both his hand and his thrusts. “I – oh my god, right like that – think it proved that I look good in panties, right?”

“Yeah, of course you do. But I think it fucked with me more than it fucked with you.” He digs his fingers into Matt’s thighs, tightens his grip on Matt’s cock. “God, I want to be inside you all the time. Next time I’m fucking you with the panties on.”

“Yes,” Matt whines. “Yeah, get – get me all kinds of colors, rip ‘em off me.”

Adam isn’t used to feeling this, like he needs to fuck Matt and won’t settle until he does, like being hilt deep in the man is the only thing that will keep him stable. He may have accidentally edged himself, which he didn’t realize was possible to do. “Anything,” he growls in Matt’s ear, and he bites at Matt’s thigh. Matt gasps.

“If me in undies does this to you, I should have gotten some sooner,” Matt laughs breathlessly. But the laughter fades quickly as Adam fucks into him like his life depends on it. “I – just like – this is different – don’t you dare change anything or I’ll – yes!” Matt comes spectacularly, so emphatically it gets up on Adam’s chin, and it’s enough to make Adam’s head spin with how he’s the one who made this happen. He’s the one who gets to see Matt like this, who gets to fuck him, who gets to love him, who gets every perfect and messy piece of him.

When he comes, he wonders if he’s allow to start thinking about proposing again.

“Jesus,” Adam says, exhaling as he pushes Matt back up the massage table. He drops his elbows down on the massage table, dropping his forehead on Matt’s messy belly.

Matt laughs, hands sliding into Adam’s hair, gently stroking. “Yeah,” he sighs. “I’m glad we have our own room. Think how weird it would have been to do it in the locker room when anyone could walk in.”

Adam raises his head. “You say weird, but I think you mean hot.”

“Of course I mean hot, but I’m trying to be a normal person.”

“Nope,” Adam says, and he presses a kiss right above Matt’s belly button. “Not allowed to be normal. If you were normal, you wouldn’t be Matt.”

They kiss and touch and gently wash in their private shower. Adam shares his shampoo with Matt and tries not to think of how it’ll make Matt smell like him, how it’ll make everything that much more difficult for him to manage knowing Matt feels even more like his.

They stumble out of the showers naked, drying off together, and dress with the slowest hands and most wandering eyes.

Adam thinks they’re in the clear, for once. Most of the roster is long gone, Nick’s at the hotel. Tony’s probably packing up. They might have time to waste. He and Matt are giggling at each other, hands all over each other like they’re in high school behind bleachers, packing up their stuff, when the door swings open.

“Any of you EVP guys got a – the fuck is that?”

“Is what?” Matt asks, and his expression is so clearly feigning innocence that it’s almost embarrassing.

Mox laughs, nodding to the corner of the locker room by the showers. “I bet those are yours, Jackson. You always look so good in pink.”

Adam’s and Matt’s heads snap over to – yup. Matt’s panties are still in the corner.

“Oh,” Matt says, biting his lip. He looks over to Mox, and Adam can see the way he steels himself. “Yeah, they are. And I do look good in them. You’re right about something.”

Adam thinks his own astonishment is reflected by Mox’s face. “Oh,” Mox says. “Okay. Yeah, didn’t see you admitting to it so easily. Damn.” He scans Matt’s body, then his gaze flickers to Adam. “You ever want a third, you got my number.”

“What?” Adam asks. “I thought you hated me.”

Mox laughs so hard and for so long it gives Matt the time to grab the panties from the corner of the room and stuff them back in his venue bag. “Oh, dude, no.” He shakes his head. “You think I would put myself in the position to get my hands all over the two of you in matches because I hate you?” He chuckles, almost condescending. “Jesus, you’re stupid. I love it.”

“What did you even come in here for?” Matt asks, planting his hands on his hips. He’s got a that little blush back, high on his cheeks. Adam knows what that means.

“I figured one of you two would have a phone charger.” He wiggles a gigantic brick in his hand. “Only room in the building with a light still behind it.”

Matt scoffs. “I have a charger, but maybe not for something that ancient.”

“It’s got a lightning plug!”

Adam snorts. “Sounds like a butt plug brand.”

“That is not a butt plug brand,” Mox says, at the same time Matt goes, “I’d buy from them.”

Adam watches the two of them lock eyes, and that blush rises up Matt’s cheeks even deeper red. But, Adam notes, it’s matched by one on Mox’s cheeks. “Okay, well, if you two are done eye fucking, we can find you a charger.” Adam decides to keep the idea that just popped into his head safe for later, when he and Matt are alone.

“We weren’t – we didn’t –” Matt looks over at Adam, panicked, but settles at Adam’s grin.

“Yeah, we were, baby doll, and I think he liked it.” Mox winks at Matt, then Adam. “So. Where’s that charger?”

~

Mini Playlist:

Pink G-String - Scene Queen

Thong Song - Sisqo

Do Me - Kim Petras

3 - Britney Spears

#HangMatt #This is one of those fics where I really hope nobody in it or related to it ever sees it #WHOOPS #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #Matt Attrackson #anxious millennial dreamboat #angelkitty32001 #4500 words of pure filth #the matt experiments

[bleue-flora]

Couldn’t help but think about this scene (Ch 5 of Misery Loves Another Idiot-) on Saint Patrick’s Day 🍀 so in honor of our favorite green boy on this green themed holiday, here’s the first rendition I wrote that I just found in my notes. 💚 Enjoy! Consider it my late tortureversary gift. ;)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Referenced/Implied Torture, Injuries, Profanity.

The pang of a metal water bucket hitting obsidian infects the air with an ominous promise. Followed by the approaching footsteps of who intends to fulfill that promise.

The noise makes Dream winch and struggle to hold back his trembling form. The desire to flee building up like a mountain inside of him. But he can’t. Can’t so much as crawl to the false safety of the corner with his ankles currently chained to themselves and the floor as well as his hands tied together behind his head, causing an intense pressure on his shoulders. A lingering tingling coats his body in pain from the previous days and even if he weren’t vulnerably bound to lay out on the floor like an animal ready to be cooked, the broken bones in his legs wouldn’t get him very far. That and well he’s trapped in an obsidian box completely covered in lava. There’s no where to go in this accurate recreation of hell. All he can do is wait for Quackity to make the first move and endure the torment that comes along with it.

Quackity takes his place to sit crisscrossed next to Dream’s head a bright and puzzled expression on his face, “Let me ask you something. Why the color green. Why choose that color?… I mean it’s not particularly flattering on you. It’s really not. It’s certainly not an intimidating color.”

In the hopes it gains him more favor with his torturer, he plays along a bit to the temporary non-hostile ambience, exhausted and tentatively he responds, “I don’t—don’t know. What do you want me to say?…“ before shifting to a higher sarcastic tone, “Oh, Quackity, I just love green—it’s my favorite color—it’s obviously the color I look best in—I mean, it makes me feel powerful, you know, like all the good villains…”

Continuing on he reasons, exasperated, “No no no unlike some people, I don’t need anything to make me feel powerful or fucking intimating, Quackity. It doesn’t matter what I wear, it could be—be a Rudolph costume and it wouldn’t make a damn difference. I still have the revive book so, to be fair, am I less powerful if I wore purple instead? I mean, do really think—do you really fucking think everyone would fear me less in pink?”

Nope. It wouldn’t matter. It wouldn’t matter at all. No, he just wanted peace and freedom and that made him a tyrant. Pink, purple, turquoise, he could dress in the whole goddamn rainbow and it wouldn’t matter, not once they saw him as the villain. He could wear a fucking duck onesie and they’d still call him a monster and hunt him down to kill him like one. No, color had nothing to do with his persona or villainous facade. If he wanted to be seen as fearsome he wouldn’t wear neon lime green and a mask with a derpy, happy smile on it. No, it’s only because it actually is his favorite. Has been as long as he can remember, long before Tommy declared them enemies and turned the server against him.

Quackity, not amused in the slightest by the answer, replies while dipping a cloth in the bucket and squeezing out the access water, “Do you think you’re funny? You think you’re fucking funny?—huh?… Don’t fuck with me, Dream. I was trying to be nice. I was gonna ease into it today, but you know what? I’ll just cut to the fucking chase. How does that sound?”

[For the actual scene I went with see Ch 5 Bridge Over Troubled Water of Misery Loves An Idiot- linked here and above]

#leftovers #tee hee fun fact this chapter was going to originally be called Waterloo like the ABBA song #but I didn’t want to repeat artists #hmmm… don’t you love how everything makes me think of the torture box lol XD #dsmp #dreblr #dream smp #c!dream #he’s such a little shit ;) #dream fanfic #misery loves an idiot #dsmp fanfic #c!dream and c!quackity #no one does it like c!dream #dsmp dream #pandora's vault

[aquilacalvitium]

Rating my favourite fictional characters on how much I'd trust them to do my top surgery

Wander 🎩🪕(Wander Over Yonder) - Bugs Bunny level antics that waste about eleven minutes of everyone's lives and leave every single person convinced he couldn't do it. It would be the cleanest and easiest top surgery on record and I would walk away unscathed.

Commander Peepers 👁💥(Wander Over Yonder) - He'd take it deadly seriously and spend the whole thing nervously sweating. He would get it done but it wouldn't be flawless. Gods help me if Hater walks into the room during the surgery.

Jack Skellington 💀🎃(Nightmare Before Christmas) - A scientific and analytical mind bodes well for surgery. However. He is a skeleton and I'm fairly certain he doesn't understand how human bodies work or that we can't dismantle ourselves like some monsters. 0/10. Love him to bits. Wouldn't trust him as far as I can throw one of his rib bones.

Fantoccio 🧵🎭(Billie Bust Up) - I mean... I think? He'd take it seriously enough but I'm not sure he'd know what he was doing.

Barnaby 🦉☠️(Billie Bust Up) - Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me. ☠️☠️☠️

Alastor 🦌🔪(Hazbin Hotel) - Must I repeat the above. ☠️☠️☠️

Ingo/Emmet 🔼🔽🚂(Pokemon) - Yeah actually I think they'd do well. They'd take it seriously, do it flawlessly and I'd walk away with a chest flatter than Emmet's hopes and dreams after Ingo got Isekai'd

Sun/Moon ☀️🌙(FNAF) - Ha. HA. HAHAHA. I can't trust them with children's safety scissors.

The Innocent 🪁🐕(Koozå) - Sir/Ma'am/Other title. That is a child.

The Trickster 🪄🎁(Koozå) - Wouldn't even need to go under. I have seen this man summon people out of nothing, my chest would be flat before I could blink. He'd make a performance out of it though and probably make me feel not entirely safe because he is peak moral ambiguity.

The Doctor ⏳️🌌(Doctor Who) - One would take it seriously but I wouldn't trust his unsteady hands. Two would probably have an anxiety attack so that's a nope. Three, Four and Five I trust to get it done safely and seriously. Honestly Six is... well he's certainly the most eccentric regeneration so probably not. Seven I'm not sure would do it properly even though he could take it seriously. Then again he could surprise me, he's more compitent than he appears. Eight and Nine? Ah shit I dunno honestly. Ten's a yes, Eleven is a huge nope, Twelve is a very safe yes and Thirteen is also a safe yes. Fourteen is just Ten repeated so also a yes. I don't know Fifteen well enough to say yet.

James "Jamie" McCrimmon 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🗡(Doctor Who) - He's got the steady hands and seriousness needed, yes. Unfortunately he is from the 18th century and about sixty years before anaesthesia was invented.

Sebastian 🖥🕸(Stardew Valley) - Yeah, actually. I think he'd take it seriously and have steady enough hands for it. I'm in safe company there 👍

Nico the Accordion Man 🪗⚙️(Kurios) - ??? I have no idea??? He's a handyman which bodes well and whatever he was doing with his fingers during Hypnotique tells me he's got the hands for it, but also Have You Seen the Way This Man Moves?

Chief Clown 🤡🎪(Classic Doctor Who) - (Oh yeah I'm getting hella obscure for some of these characters.) I'm pretty sure this man is a homicidal maniac. I have seen the face he makes when he kills someone. I wouldn't trust this lunatic within one mile of me while I am fully conscious and he is unarmed. Especially considering he has been unarmed every time I have seen him kill.

Sweet Cap'n Cakes 🎶🥯(Deltarune) - I love these three adorable sweethearts with my whole chest. And if I let them near my chest with anything sharp I'm afraid I won't have anything left to love them with.

Rouxls Kaard ♥️♦️♠️♣️(Deltarune) - This man. This indigo beanpole. This walking homosexual disaster. Can't make a puzzle more complex than "put box on button." Respectfully and deeply affectionately... ✨️no✨️

Wally Darling 👁🍎(Welcome Home) -

Hatbox Ghost 🎩🦯(Haunted Mansion) - NO. To both film and ride versions for different reasons.

Ghost Host 🪓➰️(Haunted Mansion) - 2023 film Hosty? Never. Put that axe down, sir. Ride Hosty? Well... He's a goober who's not half as dangerous as he appears. But I still wouldn't trust him to know what he's doing or particularly care too much if he accidentally killed me.

The Phantom 💀🎩(Phantom Manor) - Quite honestly I couldn't say. This man was adept at murder but only when given a reason, like his victims wanting to marry his daughter. I can thankfully say that I am queer enough for that to not apply to me. Doesn't make me trust him though.

The Prophet 🖤🎤(Legion of the Black) - Uh. Yeah, I think so. Yeah I think I'd be in okay hands, it wouldn't be flawless but it'd get done well enough.

Captain Rex 🪖🚀(Star Wars: The Clone Wars) - While I'd like to say battlefield first aid would give him some experience - which is true - surgeries are left up to droids. But even so I would say I'd be in safe hands. I trust him to get the job done well.

Ahsoka Tano 🗡🔶️(Star Wars: The Clone Wars) - Oh yeah. OH yeah. Safer than a Jedi holocron in the Jedi Temple library vault (before Cad Bane showed up, anyway).

Natemare 👁🎸(Natewantstobattle) - Ah yes because that is a level of mental instability that I trust to safely and confidently give me surgery. /s

Phantom 📜✒️ (Natewantstobattle) - If you know Phantom you're probably expecting a no, but he holds up his ends of any deal he makes! I absolutely trust him to give me the easiest, cleanest surgery ever. What I don't trust him to do is let me enjoy it for long because whoopsy-doopsy I'm now trapped inside his cane forever.

Lukas 🐈📖(Minecraft Story Mode) - Oh honey no, you stick to your books. He can kick ass and write a good story but he could never perform a surgery.

Helsknight ⚔️🔥(Hermitcraft) - The only things this man knows are Quote Meme, Rap and Be Pathetic. He made a pitfall trap for Welsknight because he forgot that literally every single Hermit has elytra and can fly, and then boasted about it, only to get deeply humbled. He has a total brain cell count of -1. I think you know my opinion.

#wander over yonder #fnaf daycare attendant #submas #alastor hazbin hotel #nightmare before christmas #bbu fantoccio #bbu barnaby #kooza #cirque du soleil #cirque du soleil kooza #cirque du soleil kurios #kurios #doctor who #classic who #jamie mccrimmon #stardew valley #sv sebastian #sweet cap'n cakes #rouxls kaard #deltarune #wally darling #welcome home #haunted mansion #legion of the black #star wars the clone wars #natewantstobattle #mcsm #hermitcraft #aquila infodumps #nwtb phantom

[mcyt-sh1t]

may i request a headcanon/ fic of punz helping u with ur addiction to smoking? (cigarettes or juul/vape) i need some comfort rn :,)

“YOU REALLY GOTTA STOP THIS..” ー punz x reader (oneshot)

ー summary ₊˚◝ punz comforts/tries to make reader stop smoking/vaping/juul (I CAN’T FIND THE ANON ASK??? - 25/07/2023 | 26/07/2023 - nvm i found it <;3)

| or; where punz learns that you can’t stop smoking and tries his best to help you stop or at least make you cope in another way

ー ₊˚◝ punz x gn!reader small oneshot

ー warnings ₊˚◝ smoking mention(obviously), a bit of swearing? use of petnames and good girl? (do i even have to tag that- its not used sexually i swear)

ー notes ₊˚◝ the original title/summary is from an anon i got a long long time ago all credit goes to them, i just wrote this idea out, so thank you again for the idea <33 | fair warning i’m not really in the mcyt fandom anymore but i want to at least try to write the ideas you all gave me and i haven’t published yet)

i quickly searched my jean pockets until i found a rough metal box that made my fingers cold instantly. i took it out of the denomination and folded the cap. my thumb ran along both sides of the box. a small but fiery flame blasted from above. it shook in the air waiting for me to ignite it. but it only reached the end of the cylinder. immediately a thick smog enveloped each of my scenes bitterly.

the cigarette seemed to fit perfectly between my thin fingers like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Smoke arose and formed a work of art. i applied it to my lips and let the craft flow into my breath. my breathing became more relaxed. every time i inhaled, i exhaled gently in an amazing pattern. i closed my eyes effortlessly. i continued to breathe in silence. the smoke was carried by the wind. It made its way along the melody of the rain thundering on the patio floor. 

"hi." i heard a raspy voice say and almost immediately i felt cold hands wrap around my waist.

"hi."

"what are you doing?" he asks clearly still half asleep.

"nothing. go back to sleep, you idiot. you're clearly tired."

"hm.. nope."

"why are you stubborn? go, now."

"nope."

"fine, stay then."

"why do you want me gone that badly?" he asks with a laugh but then spots the cigarette between my lips. "uh, i thought you stopped that?"

"huh?" i ask confused by his question but then remember the cigarette in my hand. "ohh. yeah, i did. well i tried to. didn't work very well." i say putting it back in between my lips again.

"right. give me that."

"what? oh you want a go? okay."

he grabs the cigarette from my lips and just when i think he's about to put it in between his lips, he drops it on the floor and smushes it till the flame goes out.

"hey what the fuck! i was using that!" i say angrily looking at him smirking. "it's not funny. stop smirking, you idiot." i say lightly pushing him.

"oh it is so funny. why are you so upset about a cigarette anyway?"

i stay silent for a while. when i finally lift my head up to look at him, he's looking at me with patience. he seems to understand. "helps me cope, i guess." i say while trying to grab another but i'm stopped by him grabbing the box from my hand. "hey! give that back!"

"nope. mine now."

"wow okay."

"you really gotta stop this.." he says hiding the box in his pocket which he zips up making it harder for me to reach for it considering its by his side.

"i know. i tried."

"try harder please."

"okay, i will."

"good girl. i'm proud of you."

"thank you, love you"

"love you too, idiot"

"i'm your idiot"

"indeed."

ー end ramble ₊˚◝ is this even good? i don't know- help.

#punz x reader #punz imagine #punz #x reader #dream smp x reader

[bronzewool]

I never noticed this before but Anzu is always described as Yugi's childhood friend across all media. For whatever reason I always remembered her as this random student who defended Yugi in class and got sucked into his adventures alongside Jonouchi and Honda, but nope they've been friends since they were kids.

So imagine you're in Anzu's shoes. You've known this kid since you were like six(?) and he's been working on this puzzle box for the last eight years. He believes this myth that whoever solves the puzzle gets any wish granted, but won't tell you what it is until he finishes it.

Then after some wacky hijinx, several kidnappings and the occasional murder, he finally reveals the big secret.

He wished to have real friends.

...

Wow, fuck you Yugi.

This kid who seems to be your only friend (because Anzu is never shown hanging around other girls) just casually reveals, you were not good enough, and he's been investing hours into this puzzle every night for nearly a decade in the hopes of getting "a real friend", and he does...his former bully who gaslit him into believing said bullying was just teaching him how to man up, that same bully you stood up to on many occasions.

Fuck you Yugi. I'm glad Anzu got to go to dancing school in New York. I hope she stayed there, started a successful career, made a life for herself, and found a guy who appreciates her as a friend.

Fuck you Yugi

#For a character who is only remembered for her friendship speeches #Apparently Yugi never got the memo #Typical shonen protag #Friendship is only real if its between men #And girl friendships only count if its a relationship upgrade

[kimmimaru]

I have run into a serious issue with Rebirth. :( They force you to play as Cait Sith, that alone is a big thumbs down from me lol but not only do you HAVE to play as the stupid stuffed cat but you have to do puzzles with him. Stupid fucking throwing box puzzles that are made so its impossible to do if you have chronic pain in your hands. So thanks SE. I don't know if anyone else has been able to do this, if you have I need to know how or there's a good chance I will never play the game again because I get so pissed off with it. I've been trying to find some advice for this part but its like 'oh this bit is easy' no sir. No it is not. I've been at it for HOURS until I got bored and wanted to throw the whole controller out the window (I didn't, obviously but I imagined doing it lots). I watched a youtube video of a guy doing it and he's just like: All you have to do is... *proceeds to do exactly what I was doing but actually hits the target. Ok. Fuck you I guess lol. Seriously though I think at this point I'm just stupid because I have no idea what I'm doing wrong. There's still a severe lack of Cid and Reno in Rebirth though. Why are they being so stingy with them? :( I was expecting to encounter Reno again in Gongaga, you know like the OG but nope. Sad that there's no Reno yet. I've seen him in the trailers so I know he turns up at some point, but knowing my luck it won't be until the very end and I will be sad. Honestly I should be going around doing all the side quests but I get bored so easily, I want plot. But I also do not want plot because plot has an end and I do not want it to end. :(

[miopet]

things i am mourning as i play scarlet, as someone who has not played a new release since sun&moon & is only 7 hours in:

• the box system is a freaking SAD JOKE compared to the perfected version in sun/moon and even the older games like Platinum. WHERE ARE THE CUTE THEMES???? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SORT THEM NOW???? AND WHY ARE THERE ONLY 8???? 💢💢💢

• one of my favorite little things to do in every game is explore inside the buildings. so :/ moment of silence for that i guess

• lack of puzzles in the literal world around you, in dungeons AND in gyms (seriously wtf). i just beat the 1st gym and suffice to say i'm disappointed... i expect puzzles SOMEWHERE in a game like this, especially if they're not really in the open world around me that i'm supposed to explore... but nope :( i'm like 7 hours in and girl no puzzles

• and no minigames, no pokemon amie. POKEMON AMIE. GIVE. IT. BAC.K. TO ME RIGHT NOW. GIVE ME POKEMON AMIE OR ELSE. I WANTED TO PAT MY SPRIGGHETTI ON THE SPRIGGHEADI. also i miss chewing on styluses.

• seriously where are the minigames???? this problem is much more egregious in ACNH (RIP puzzle leage :( </3) but it's very apparent here too. rember in platinum being able to COOK POFFINS FOR YOUR POKEMON??? AND FEEDING THEM POKEBEANS AND POKEPUFFS IN AMIE???? YOU REMEMBER. I KNOW YOU DO. now you can't even zoom in properly on your tiny fucking sprighetti to get a good look at it before it evolves

• seriously the camera feature in X&Y is more fun, intuitive and has way more features than this one. remember part of that waa uploading the photos you took to your little poke social media platform and getting points to upgrade the camera the more photos you took.

that would be unnecessarily complicated in a game like ScarVio, but my point is that in older games, even the less memorable ones like X&Y, every mechanic was thought out. most every obvious detail was explorable to a satisfactory level. in scarvio, they drop details about things i.e. the olive festival thing only for you to find out it means nothing. The festival actually means an empty ass town and no gym puzzles. :(

• rotomphone is as useless and charmless as my irl smartbrick. really sad im mourning my pal rotomdex dont talk to me

• in general, npc dialogue used to be way more fleshed out, detailed, funny, and also meaningful. the original message of mutual respect for each other and for nature comes through much stronger much earlier on in older games.

a lot abt this game IS fun and there are many things i like about it. but that's for later. :p

#talk tag #pokemon sv #pokemon sv spoilers #sv spoilers #📖 #long post

[disneyphantomlover]

SPOILER-IFIC Reaction to "Bendy and the Dark Revival"

My voice is shot. I am sick, and I didn't record myself reacting to this. I did write my reactions down though. And now you're about to get 'm. Apologies for the cursing.

Oh hey, Joey's apartment! ... It looks like shit.

Ohohohoh! This takes place June 18, 1973! (I appreciate not waiting that long but man it would've been cool released on this date.)

Aw, Audrey's cute.

The FUCK is that poster?? ... I want one.

Huh. Hi Nathan. You are not what I expected.

FUCKIN'... YOU. Again.

....So no violin then? -smash-

And he bailed... You're showing up again, aren't you? (He did not.)

.....I don't like this.

The fuck is this door?

Wait, we know him??

OHHHH I hate you. I hate you a lot.

MMmmmm I don't trust like that.

Oh it the bastard!

I recognize this and am concerned.

-scowl- ... You fucking kidding?

OMG, it's their version of Nine Old Men.

Oh shit! I mean I expected it but Shit.

Drowning by Ink seems painful. (-looks at AU fics-)

Wait, I fell out of the pipe?

"Welcome Home", huh?

So... Alan Grey is CEO of GENT. Good to know.

Awwww an Alice Angel music box!

Okay, C to Crou-WHAT??

TORE HIS BODY IN-??

Wait, was I in the pipe those 200+ days?

Oh I don't trust this.

Cheap. ...But I still jumped.

Well, well, well....

Oh good, he's dead.

So pretty... And familiar....

OH FUCK THAT.

Oh! Allison! Hey!

TOM! 8D

Oh I look cool.

OH NO NOT SHAWN. (I did not find his tape but the message spooked me.)

451

Oh neat! Scary!

... How was that your first idea? Just... punch the RE8 tube??

I knew it was coming, I FUCKING KNEW IT.

.... ,'B( Really, Joey?

AGAIN with you!

Please don't resurrect Joey.

Oh I hate it when you fuckers talk.

HAH. Found theMeatly in the potatoes.

I swear this game scares me at random.

I do love the memes.

OMG it squeaks!

....The fuck was that?

Ooooooooo I can banish! ... Why does my image look creepy?

OH FCUK. The last game's saves are out of order! Henry no!

Oh man, I love these dioramas. They're so cheesy, but I like them.

I TAKE IT BACK. I'M SORRY, CARL!

THE BABY.

NOOOOO

I HURT THE BABY

....The fuck?

OH FUCK YOU TALK?!

NOOOOOOPE

FUCKING NOPE

UH UH

THAT'S A DEMON

WHY AM I FOlloWInG IT?!

That "Originality" Note... Either that's leading to something or someone is being REAL tongue-in-cheek here.

I got lost. Shit.

Not gonna lie, these puzzles are neat!

Say hello to who? the Fourth?

Ghost girl??

FUCK! HEY lady your-FUCK! ... Is she even there an-OF COURSE NOT.

The heck was that speedy shit??

OF. COURSE.

Porter you are a treasure.

-snerk-

Bobby? Adorable.

This is BS and I love it.

Okay, I pull out of the ink pits.... Coolcoolcoool...

HI FUCK OFF

Yes, I know the irony in dying multiple times in the rest area. (Seriously I died no less than 20 times.)

I do NOT like the sound of this demonic BBQ!

Oh ComeON I'm trying to get out!

HEAD CRABS. Or spiders I gues--OPP they're deadly!

YOU.... FUCKING DIE.

BABY!

Baby noooo come back....

FUCKING

JOEY?!

>B(

I don't want to believe you. But it makes sense.

Wait, are you actually regretful? The fuck?

Oh hey, your noteboard!

YOU. WILL NOT. MAKE ME FEEL BAD. ABOUT JOEY. FUCKING. DREW.

"I'm not the man, I'm just the memory." ....Shit man, that's beautiful.

Baby come back!

Jack!

WHY do you have mohawks??

Well that was short-lived.

Oh the city-BABY!!

He's FREN

These names are the best. Everything's derailed but "Little Heck".

"The Beef is People!" ... Not the weirdest I've seen down here.

Not gonna lie, I was expecting Alice in the butcher shop.

FUCK. Joey yo-What??

Audrey, who's your dad??

Joey you shit.

You're not wrong.

Oh heck.

Wait

OMG Allison!

....Huh?

Wait

WAIT.

HOLD ON.

SHE's WHAT??

A proper Creation??

Joey's DAUGHTER?!

.....I'M. BETRAYED. Baby was that FUCK??

Nani the fuck?

Wilson made The Keepers?

YOU HAVE TOO MANY PIPES.

See what you did was give him multiple personalities. WHY WOULD YOU GIVE THE DEMON multiple personalities??

Oh shit, Norman?

SAMMY! Such a sad song but he looks so cool here.

Wait... NOOOOOOOOOO WAAAAY.

HENRY MY MAN! You look so good!!!

Dude you're leaking.

....Fair.

Wait, what? Your father?

Interesting....

Those are familiar.

Oh shit, it's Betty! =D

OH hell, it's long, gimme a moment.

ALICE PLZ.

Bitch, come ON. It didn't work the last time you tried this!

This looks like a Wonderland's Tea Party and you know it.

Fucking FREAK.

The Tommy gun threw me off. I KNEW it would be here and it threw me off!

I'LL BANI-oh shit!

Again?!

Allison, you are seriously too nice.

GOLLY,

CAN I get an AMEN?!

GHOST! PLEASE MOVE I'M HIDING FROM THE DEMON! FUSALIUD (Context: My screen went black-and-white and said "Hide from the demon", so I was running to a hiding spot. The ghost girl popped up just as I was hiding and gave me a heart attack.)

Looks like OmegaMart in here and I love it.

....Your OC is ridiculous looking.

Oh DAMMit dude!

Oh of course you're Nathan's son.

Oh. OH. Oh. That was... A special blend of fucked up. (Anyone who gets to Chapter 5, seriously, this is fucked up.)

Aw man, Nathan seems so chill.

I know this won't end well, but whatev-

WOAH!!!

OH THAT'S SO COOL!

FUCK I'M STUCK.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

FINALLY.

OH FUCK

YOOOOOOOOOOOO LET'S GO!

CAN'T DETHRONE THE INK DEMON, FUCKER!!

Whooo... Okay, time to run. Let's g-I GOT NO LEGS. I HAVE NO LEGS.

....Yo, you talking about me, or you?

D'8 NO!

Fuck! Joey... You going to do a good?

YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME CRY.

DAMMIT (This game did the impossible. It gave Joey a fucking heart and made me feel for him.)

....Huh. This is.... You know what? It's weird, but that last fight was a nightmare, I'll take this.

Cmon, you did him dirty! (I am torn between amused and angry.)

HENRY MY MAIN MAN.

....Oh? ....OH!

Baby!

#batdr #batdr spoilers #just my string of consciousness reacting to this #lots of cursing #and spoilers

[life-through-my-eyess]

Hey there :) Talk for the whole of England? Maybe you should run for prime minister! Awful joke? Sorry! 😬😅

I also wouldn’t be able to dance to save my life, but I think that would be part of the fun. Ah and of course my hopeless romantic self wouldn’t be opposed to kiss a cute girl in the rain either ;)

It totally makes sense you’re all of them, we humans are complex creatures, we’re puzzle pieces and I believe we have different versions of ourselves which we present to different people. I believe this version of yourself that’s talking to me, not everyone in your life gets to see it, same as me… am I wrong? Draining strength from trauma, that’s an art not everyone’s able to master. You’re a fighter and your optimism and determination will guide light into your life, so keep being whoever you are!

Prepare to be shocked then haha! Seriously you made me laugh, I couldn’t be more far away from a writer, I’m majoring in a healthcare career actually. But your words bring me delight, so thank you. What about you? If you aren’t working with either literature, psychology or philosophy, you definitely have the tools to write a self help book, so what are you waiting for? ;)

I wonder, does these advices you give come naturally to you or you had to learn this wisdom the hard way?

I hope tomorrow’s raining if that means peace and bliss for you :)

Heeeey anon!, oh yeah crap maybe I should. I’ll run for prime minister 👏. Let’s see how quickly it will take the public to protest against me for being gay. IM OUT HER FOR THE LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY BIIIITCHES 👏 🏳️‍🌈 . Could you imagine? 😅😂.

Best believe, I’d probably walk over like…. Yeeeeeeah I got this and give those flirtatious eyes… start dancing and before I know it I’m tripping over everything and boom on the floor on my booty 😂. No thank you, nope I’m good. Oooo unless I “pretend” ( I say pretend but I’d probably fall for real) to fall and then pull her down with me, I’d then have a cute girl on top of me 😏.

Yes I believe that too. I believe people have different personalities with different people. They are not the same with everyone and I understand why. Not that’s true, not everyone gets to see this version. I attend to hide my writing and how my mind usually, I don’t know why but it’s always been like that. It’s like a secret part of me. Thank you, your words mean a lot and I try and help as much as I can as I know how cruel this world can be. I try and spread positivity, I post things to show that people are not alone. Life is a funny thing, you feel like you figured something out but soon realise that there is so much more we do not know. In a world so big we think we know everything but step outside the box and see that we hardly know anything and how big this world is.

I’m glad I was able to make you laugh somehow 🤷‍♀️😂 I’ll take it. Right I’m shocked what the heck that’s some bullcrap.. seriously though your career sounds interesting and if it was just a job I’d tell you to quit and let’s go write a book together 😬. As it’s a career, I guess I’ll have to just KIDNAP YOU and write a book ahaha. I am neither of those 😅. But thank you, you’re too kind.

Honestly I have no idea, they just sit there in my brain. I think it’s a mixture, my parents have told me things and I learn from peoples mistakes so I avoid doing what they did. I step back and watch so I don’t make the same mistakes. I have had some challenging times so it could also be that. I listen to people and I feel their pain ( empath ). That’s not for me to say I don’t want to or haven’t made mistakes I have.

I find peace and bliss in nature and nature is all around us. I love walking and I just listen to the world around me and so alert but in my own world. I use to listen to music all the time but tbh I enjoy listening to the different sounds on the street. I hope you encountered some flowers today, to make you smile and to remind you that growth takes time but so fucking worth it 🥰. I hope you are eating enough and drinking enough water 💕

#thank you for your positivity #kind words #sweet #so good with words #awesome #stay positive #gay blog #gwlg #my anons #sweet anon #anonymous #anon #lesbian #advice blog

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Lays down.

Okay so I slept on it. I disliked the new movie. For multiple reasons. It's better than Hellraiser 3 and on after that, but they just drained literally 90% of the sexiness out of the cenobites. No leather like at all. Also the whole 'pain AND pleasure' thing is just gone. 'Demons to some, angels to others' ? Nope, just demons. All pain. And the box thing is dumb, they just kill whoever's blood gets on the blade, all agency in solving the puzzle thing is lost. Completely threw out the whole 'it is not the hands that call us, it is desire' LIKE WHAT THE HELL.

That said, on a positive note; I loved the practical gore effects, the cenobites' designs are objectively awesome leather or not(could have worked with the actors' bodies better with the prosthetics but that's a personal qualm), and Jamie as the Priest?? Hello??? I fucking melted every time she spoke??

God. There's so much potential there and I really hate that the writing and direction on the film fell so flat. Like, it's a visually gorgeous film. It was wonderful to watch from a visual stand point. But writing wise? It felt like a Dead by Daylight match, just killing the survivors. Except there are multiple killers.

#hellraiser 2022 #i dont think there are any spoilers in this babble but #anyways #*hand waves* #im just a salty old horror movie fan #ress talks

[firemama]

Coworker on the overnight shift: is it true that autistic people like to collect stuff?

Me, focused on sorting and stocking thread: yah. Or, often, anyway. Not everyone. Obviously.

Her: Huh. What do you collect?

Me, sweating, trying to thing of a normal answer that is also true: oh... you know. Things. Uhm... i collect uhhhh. Rocks? Like, crystals?

Her: oh cool, i like big colored rocks! Like the cut ones. The slabs.

Me, trying not to immedeatly infodump about how fucked up quartz classification is: yeah thats agate probably. Nice.

Her, so very unaware: do you collect anything else?

Me, thinking this is probably fine so far: uh. Uh. Nope.

So anyway heres the list of "collection habits i *have*":

Rocks (as stated), mainly trypes of crystal or gem

Round clear orbs NOT marbles with the little swirl inside ONLY clear ones with nothing inside.......

Miniature pieces. Like tiny things. Yes like tiny bread or tiny pots n pans. Yah those.

Pins. Like even bad ones that arent funny.

Scarves. I live in florida. I dont wear scarves. But i collect them. Its a mystery. I like them.

Littlest Pet Shop figures up until very very recently where i tooth and nail forced myself to give them up to give to my younger cousins who are actually young enough to, you know... play with them. Rather than just. Horde them.

Ink and colored inks. Crave more but expensive.

Acrylic Paints. Also expensive so i made myself stop buying it ezpecially since i dont actually paint all that often, but i continue to crave having enough paint to look like a fucking craft store in terms of paint hue options.

Plants. Specifically plants that produce edible product but pollinators are also welcome in my home. This has been a difficult thing to collect because every time we move they die and also it is very hard to keep plants in fucking florida sometimes.

Puzzles. The idle day dream the one day i will collect and put together every puzzle is not only impossible but yet still something i crave doing.

Game achivements. I soent two years tooth and nail trying to get a terrible awful achievement for minigolf perfect game in the fucking Dream Daddy game.

Notebooks. My favorite kind is grid paper notebooks. Spiral, bound, hard cover, sketch, lined....mm...delcious.

Qoutes. I have a notebook of favorite quotes.

My own art work. I have painted exactly 2 (two) ink canvases that i have willingly given away after painting them exclusively to be gifts. And i still fucking regret it.

Sharpies. I steal them if they are near me. I dont ever buy any. I only end up Taking. But i have MANY.

Old Toontown Cards. Im jot like a pricy collector but sometimes i find one at a yard sale and do not Hesitate to get it.

Board games. Want all.

Nail polish. I dont paint my nails: collect anyway.

Wrappers from werthers orginals caramel candies. I had to thrownmine away during the last move........ but i had like 3 boxes at some point.

G2 pilot pens (.7 mm)

(Edit: Dice. Lots of dice. Let the fact that i had to edit and add this prove that there are probably other things i collect that i also forgot to add lmao)

Things i WOULD collect if given free income and space for storage? Things i desperately want to collect?

A fucking craft stores worth of glitter.

Thread and yarn and string. All the colors. Just like acrylic paint. Just like glitter, too. I just want... ALL.

Books. Like the puzzle thing, it is absolutely impossible to collect them *all*. But my brain still wants to.

Food. Its an impulse thing. If one of every food existed in my possession i would be Happy.

Trees. Would need SO much space and land but t r e e s.

Thisbisba weird one, but... house styles? Want to slowly collect accents and designs from different types of archetecture into one house. Build and expand it over time.

Fragrance oil. All of them. Yaaaaa.

Broken glass. I do not collect this because i have common sense.... but i want to.

Ornate eastern hand fans. I do not know why, but it is a passive craving i have had since i was young.

Beads. Duct tape and decorative tape. Paper. Stickers. Whole collections if manga. Whole collections if novel series. Movies and dvds. Every single hard copy disk expansion for the sims 1, 2 and 3. Every single pet in wizard101 and every singly piece of clothing in loveNikki. YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. IF I HAD UNLIMITED MONEY I WOULD JUST DEDICATE WHOLE ROOMS TO EACH COLLECTION OF THINGS. I would have all the things, ALL OF THEM.

#shrieks #i likw to have the things and all the varieties #munchatter #just fun autistic things

[xwhatxisxrightx]

xstudentxprezx asked:

🧦 who’s your favorite character personality/lore-wise?

I'm always gonna be torn on this question between Chong, Xiang, Fischl, Keqi, Mona and all the beans like thatttt. Butttt... Since she's my main and just got the lore of a lifetime from the event, I'm gonna give this to Fischl. The girl just got so much AWESOME character development, the kind of development Chong, Xiang, Keqi, Mona, Babsy all deserveeee. I hope they get events and cool stories ASAP. Hoyo please BREAK more of your characteres like this. That's when they get to shine most.

🌙 what was your least favorite event?

Hmm... Even that I've played has to be Windblume, but then I'm realizing now I've mostly skipped out on any event that doesn't interest me. Windblume is really only up against Unreconciled Stars, Dragonspine, Moonchase & Summer Fantasia by my recollection. That said, my least favorite event is probably actually the Xiao Lantern Rite festival. Which is kinda the obvious choice but yolo.

🔓 who’s your least favorite character personality/lore-wise?

Oooooh... Now THAT. IS. THE. QUESTION. Huh... Y'know I think it probably has to go to Beidou. The girl is just blah to me. She doesn't have a personality so much as exists as a conduit for filler dialogue. At least with characters like Ayaka and Xinyan and Lisa there is SOMETHING there. Lisa has her curious vision-Sumeru scholarship deal going on. Ayaka... Okay Ayaka is a close second to Beidou. Xinyan is at least a fun and positive personality. But man Beidou is just boring.

📰 who’s your least favorite character mechanics/kit-wise?

Thinking. Thinking. I'm only gonna include characters I've played in depth and I think of those I think it has to go to Noelle. Her ult is physically pretty but really she doesn't really exist to do anything flashy. And claymore wielders are always gonna have a harder time having cool auto-attack patterns, too. So yeah Noelle. Boring shield. And an ult that just makes her swing bigger. There's nothing really there imo.

🍑 what’s your least favorite game mechanic?

This might be a copout but I don't give a shit. I have to, have to, have to, have to, HAVE TOOOOOO bitch about the entire climbing physics in this godforsaken game. I don't know what happened but it feels like Hoyo has specifically carved unrealistic bullshit textures into walls and cliffs explicitly to fuck with climbing. The hit box for your character to actaully start climbing is wonky. And they've start putting everything even higher up and just outright bulging cliffs out to stop you climbing. And my God the amount of time I've started climbing just for my char to get caught on a one degree incline and decide NOPE you can't climb there any more and IMMEDIATELY leap off, often times in a completely bullshit direction. Ugh. Idk, no mechanic in this game makes me rage more than climbing lmao. That said I could probably bitch about just about every mechanic in this game. Hoyo's trademark is jankiness. See: Fischl's puzzles in the event. Miss. Me. With. That. Shit. Also the awful "stealth" mechanics. But yeah no fuck climbing.

🌰 who’s your favorite npc?

Y'know... This is a tough question because a lot of NPCS don't really stand out in this game. That said, I think there are two NPCS that stand out head and shoulders above the rest. And these are NPCS that are going to definitely STAY NPCS. So I'm not counting harbingers, Scaramouche, Alice, Mona's Hag, Rhinedottir or anyone like that. No, I think I'm gonna shout out CLOUD RETAINER and BOSACIUS. Bosacius's story in 2.7 was genuinely so fucking good and touching and just genuinely great storytelling. I wish we got to see him in person in Xiao's world/mind, but man I loved his story so much. Poor Bosacius is precious and needs protecting. And as for Cloud Retainer... Ironically I feel like back when we first reached Liyue she might've been my least favorite of the Adepti but as she's gotten more screentime and appearances, she's kind of an adorable momma to Shenhe and Ganyu with a clear affection for humanity and a need for companionship but a solemn acceptance of loneliness while also being highly fixated on her THINGSSSS. She's a really cool character and it'll actually hurt if Hoyo ever does anything to her.

🍂 what region are you most looking forward to?

I'm gonna give two answers to this, because my first answer is absolutely predictable as hell and the region cheats by holding onto the hope that Mona might finally get some real character development. That's Fontain. I'm actually really excite to learn a God of Justice looks like in Genshin, and curious as fuck for Fontain's high brow, caste-system culture. And I hope when we finally get ot meet Mona's hag there is actually some big twists and story implications that Hoyo have been keeping close to their chest. So that all has me excited and that's definitely the one I'm most looking forward too! The other is Kaenri'ah. Kaeya, Kaenri'ahan lore, Dainsleif, Albedo, Rhinedottir, and promise of an actual climax and meaning to the Traveler's story is all incredibly curious and exciting to me. But yeah no give me Mona lore pleasssseeeeeeeee. And I'm a libra so give us all the delicious justice based spirits and awesome you cannnn.

#XSTUDENTXPREZX #GENSHIN IMPACT #MEMES