#I'm a little sorry to those who followed me for my DC content

[soleminisanction]

Did I spend my Saturday putting together character write-ups of my two main Our Life: Now & Forever MCs? Yes. Yes I did. What can I say, I'm addicted.

Alvis Norling - Step One

Pronouns: He/They

Alvis was born intersex, so their mother opted to raise them gender-neutral from birth and leave their pronouns and gender up to them as they got older. The he part of he/they is a fairly recent development. 

Despite identifying as “kind of” a boy, Alvis has a preference for feminine clothes. Not skirts or dresses, they almost never wear anything like that, but they tend to wear women’s pants and girls’ blouses, that sort of thing. 

His biological father was of Russian heritage, while Opal is Welsh. 

Favorite color is silver. The thought that it pairs so nicely with Qiu’s gold makes him happy. 

Fell for Qiu pretty much the moment they met. He’s the prettiest person they’ve ever seen, so cool and graceful, it’s like hanging out with a prince. Alvis is completely blown away that this guy would even talk to them, and is just happy to spend whatever time they can with him. 

Tamarack overwhelms them, but in a good way. They’re pretty content to be dragged along by her like a doll, deferring to her in pretty much everything. He admires her a lot, and just the fact that somebody so fun and confident seems to like him makes him happy. She’s their best friend, and he especially appreciates the way she looks out for him when his social anxiety acts up. 

He starts off afraid of the woods but he’s going to learn to love it with Tamarack’s help. Getting used to the people who hang around Qiu all the time takes considerably longer, particularly after Darren's less-than-stellar first impression. Alvis also finds Baxter intimidating.

Due to his missing leg, Alvis walks with a prosthetic and sometimes with the assistance of a cane. While he can usually manage on his scooter, there are some days when he has trouble getting to school by himself; luckily, Opal’s arrangement with the Lins and the Baumanns includes Qiu and Tamarack’s respective guardians cluing them in on the situation, so he can always count on leaning on Tamarack’s shoulder or catching a ride on Qiu’s bike if he needs to. 

Opal calls them a starling as a term of endearment because their voice is sweet and they’re tiny and light. As they get older, the use of that name extends to a small handful of their most precious people, most notably Qiu.

Alvis Norling - Step Two

Pronouns: He/Him

By fourteen Alvis is pretty settled in Golden Grove, but is far from the most popular kid in school. He's more of a quiet fixture in town, a common presence in the local library, park and craft store, but one who mostly keeps to himself or to the company of his best friend Tamarack.

He's still head-over-heels for Qiu, and the fact that they're not as close as they used to be is a source of a lot of melancholy and longing for him.

Biggest hobby is jewelry-making. He makes a lot of his own accessories (including the earrings hidden by his messy hair) and often gifts the rest to friends and family.

Overall demeanor is of a somewhat restrained, academic, effeminate gay man -- less flashy and flamboyant than most queens, but in the same rough area of the gender spectrum. Like a queen who's also a librarian.

Very much the mom friend.

Chandra Dúskar - Step One

Pronouns: She/Her

Cisgender female and an incorrigible lesbian pretty much from birth. Chandra has flirted with a lot of girls in the past (and let boys simp for her to get her way) but none of them have ever struck her with full-blown love at first sight the way Tamarack did when she burst out of her leaf pile. Chandra came home and told her mum that very afternoon that she was going to marry Tamarack one day, and she sticks to it.

She also decides, on her first day of school, that she's going to be popular someday, and goes after that goal with confidence to spare.

Style isn't full gothic lolita but she's close to it. The outfit she wears in this picture has jeans, for example, but also a sporty skirt worn over it, and she definitely favors the black with colorful accents look.

Adores spooky things and is super excited by the prospect of her house, the town, or anywhere else being haunted. Naturally, autumn is her favorite time of year because it has Halloween, the best holiday ever.

Give Qiu a run for his money in terms of friendly showing off. From the moment they meet Chandra wants to match him toe-to-toe in terms of athletics, popularity, and dance performances. So naturally, they're best friends.

Thinks Baxter is cool and mysterious and Darren is cute and fun to tease.

Wears her hair over her eye like that because she likes to surprise people with her heterochromia. And also because she's a little self-conscious about her birthmark, though she'd never admit that.

Favorite colors are black, pink and cranberry. Favorite drinks are hot chocolate and Shirley Temples.

Doesn't know how to ride a bike and has no interest in learning, especially not when she can hitch a ride on Tamarack's scooter.

Chandra Dúskar - Step Two

Pronouns: She/Her

Her personal style remains more feminine than the head shot might lead you to believe, it's just taken on a distinctly goth-punk edge as she grows into her rebellious phase.

Super stylish. Super confident. Super witchy. Always gets her way.

She and Qiu are the top dogs on campus, and also best friends. Chandra picks up the slack where they've stopped caring, though at a glance people usually find her the more intimidating of the two just based on her looks and style.

Is completely unsubtle about how much she adores "her Tammy." It might not help Tamarack's confidence to be showered with compliments all the time but dammit, Chandra's going to try.

Fully intends to get an eyebrow piercing and/or a tattoo once she's older.

#our life now and forever #olnf #olnf mc #olnf oc #I'm a little sorry to those who followed me for my DC content #but also not #join me in the nostalgic joy these games are freeeeeeee #:D #my characters #my ocs #original character #time i've spent playing this demo: 40 hours #time I've spent playing Baldur's Gate 3: 30 hours

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole in this situation??

First of all I'm so sorry for bringing t/b discourse here but this has been so gd annoying I need help. And all this is is on twitter-retro etc.

I'm 100% here for switch please keep in mind. Idc what anyone else likes it's food I'll eat all of it. But this fandom. Oh this fandom. So here's the context, it's a anime show with a really popular almost canon mlm ship, one of them is crazy beautiful and the other one is a big muscular man. Naturally the fandom like the pretty man as bottom and the muscular man as top. Let's call this DC. Not all people tho and it's the problem.

See, there are some creators who hate the above dynamics so much they make the muscular man a woman, sometimes trans which is fine but they always babygirl him, call him wifey, use she/her pronouns, go all out to make the pretty man over the top masculine so he can be top while making the canon masculine man demure little wife. Note that they're both really tall but D has long hair so they always make him wear accessories to feminize him. I made friends with some authors who used to like switch, they wrote DC back then and they were so good. They were all into switch too. Over the years they became really hateful of DC dynamics and started to exclusively write CD, talk about CD only, rt CD art exclusively.

This is still fine, they're like 10 people out of thousands who don't care, and most people don't care. Until one day recently when I said it was better to ship switch. Those people started clowning me, saying it's their right to exclusively like whatever, write whatever, started ignoring how the show portrays them. They wrote literal threads detailing how to how use tags as if no one knows, shaded people who said they didn't care and would use whatever tags they liked. It got to a point I had to ask them to stop, they started saying I was harassing them and accused the fandom of harassing them on anon and ao3. When I said it Doesn't Matter they said it was racist to suggest that, telling me to block if I didn't like their posts. I could not make them understand how fetishistic it was, just because Japanese fans do this doesn't mean it's good or we have to follow? They somehow figured out who I was and blocked me, kicked me out of a server we were in together, so I lost mutuals and some followers too.

Then they started answering my asks unseriously like "I write CD to piss YOU off" "can't project on the twink like yall" and started insulting switch fans calling us hypocrits. There isn't much CD content to begin with how can I share more of those? Whatever is available they make it heteronormative like that. One of them deadass called me an asshole for "harassing" them just because I said it's rude to block people over t/b dynamics when no one is bothering anyone, because these people are always blocking anyone posting DC and making a bubble of CD only fans. This is bound to make them lose track of canon but who cares anymore. They keep complaining about being harassed for liking CD and yes some fans probably send anon hate but that doesn't mean any critic of CD is harassment?

Tell me how I'm the asshole here for suggesting they stop obsessing over t/b this much? How am I the asshole when I'm the one they all blocked and apparently I'm a bad guy because I followed some popular accounts who post DC and said some weird things about D which I didn't even know about.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #ship discourse

[kairiscorner]

hi hii lovie!! would u mind doing a short blurb of miguel being with a harleyquinnfem!reader? i just rewatched suicide squad and birds of prey and i just think margot’s harley quinn and miguel would be such an iconic pairing given those two have complete different personalities lol, thank you!! hope u hv a good day!

HELLOOOOO !! OMG, ok i just wanna preface this, i am not exactly very well-versed in a lot of DC characters so i'm really sorry if i end up not doing requests for those characters or if the execution is really shitty, BUT THIS ONE IS SOMETHING I'M A LITTLE MORE FAMILIAR WITH AND ONE I WANNA SEE :'DD again, REALLY SORRY IF I DO IT HORRIBLY 😭😭😭but here ya go, i hope you like it anon <:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel o'hara x harley quinn!fem!reader

summary: you two agreed not to kill each other, which is easier said than done; but someday, eventually... you'll come to realize that he sees you as more than an extra hand in fighting off tricky villains, that he cares about you more than you'll ever know. word count: 853

right as miguel thought that this would be the end of the line for him as the villain kept him pinned against the ground–about to dissect his innards and skin him like a spider to be taxidermied–he soon heard cackling from far away. he rolled his eyes further into the back of his head in an attempt to roll them weakly out of exhaustion as he groaned in utter defeat.

'great, that pain in the ass knew i was here.' he thought to himself as you came with a bang–quite literally as you blew up a street on your way here and caused 12 cars to crash into each other. "hey you ugly, bowl cut bitch!" she called out to the villain miguel was being pinned down by. you giggled as you jumped up in the air and swung your gigantic mallet at the cybernetic villain and bashed her head in. you licked your lips at the destruction, and the villain–despite looking banged up and having a few sparks flying out of the right side of her head, smirked at you. "that all you got, ya little harlot?" she asked as her grip on miguel's neck tightened, eliciting groans and grunts from her sheer strength.

you giggled as you swung your mallet for show. "now, now, if anyone's gonna choke little miggy 'till he's blue in the face and sobbing and begging for forgiveness, it's gonna be me." you declared as you jumped up again and brought your mallet down to squash her–but the villain aimed at you with their finger guns and shot lasers at you as you were in mid-air. you grinned wider as you contorted yourself in the air to dodge the lasers; you were very flexible and super fast, and miguel knew that very well. the villain didn't give up, however, as she shot at your blind spot, getting you by your feet and causing you to lose balance as you got shot in the knee.

you grunted in pain as you fell down, with the villain laughing as she turned to miguel. you got up and watched as the villain leaned over to kiss miguel, "fucking gross." you muttered as you tried getting up to your feet, when you heard the villain yelp a little as she froze up and loosened her grip around miguel. you giggled as you watched miguel get up and look at you from the corner of his eye. "all yours." he muttered as he helped you up.

"wait," he said as he webbed up the gaping wound in your knee from the shot. "can you walk?" he asked you with a tone of concern in his voice. you didn't answer him as you climbed onto him and whispered in his ear, "toss me." miguel was used to this showy scene, though he hated doing it–out of fear he'd throw you too far. he followed through however and tossed you at the villain, who was recuperating from the paralysis miguel's venom gave her. taking out this villain was like a walk in the park for you as you brought your mallet up and whispered a little, "bye-bye!" as you brought down your vengeance–or just utter desire to hit something right now–upon her with a loud smash!

you skipped over to miguel with a bright smile on your face. "job's done!" you said with a perky voice as miguel rolled his eyes as he looked over at the damage you caused on your way here. "this is, what, four million dollars in property damage?" he asked you sarcastically, to which you giggled and counted on your fingers. "correction, fourteen million dollars!" you said with a giggle as miguel opened a portal and gently took your wrist in his hand as he dragged you along. "hey now! you promised me that next time, we'd go sight-seeing in the universes we're in! how dare you break your promise, miggy?!" you whined as miguel placed his hand under your chin and gave you a stern look.

"when you'd behave." he said as he leaned down a little towards you. "it'll happen if you prove to behave yourself, and this little stunt you pulled off, it calls for a good talking to with you. you'll get what you want from me if you behave, do i make myself clear?" he asked you as you nodded slowly and smiled up at him. "gotcha, miggy." you said in a chipper voice as you walked through the portal, then running back out, but with miguel grabbing you by the collar and dragging you back in. "the things i do for you..." he muttered as he rubbed his eyes. though, weirdly enough... he finds your chaotic way of saving him a little endearing. either you've pissed him off so much that he misses feeling responsible for your mess, or it's that you've had his heart ever since you tried to kill him the first time you two met. ah, well, it doesn't matter now; as long as you're safe, and will get that wound fixed up, he wouldn't have you any other way.

a/n: i love this dynamic WAIT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA also thanks ate @binibinileonara for risque's nickname :> also SHET PARE, i fr was so desperate to see miggy's eyes roll to the back of his skull when the vulture was choking him, like- please.

tags !! @binibinileonara @miguelswifey04 @luvstarrstruck @fiannee @yuridopted0

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fanfiction #harley quinn #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse

[clarenecessities]

so, hey. I haven't updated you guys on the situation with Scott and Ethan in a while. it's been a very eventful 10 days.

You can see Ethan's updates here but I will be offering my own biased perspective and summary.

i'm sure my mother would want me to clarify that i did not advise anybody legally, nor did i tell anyone to bring a lawsuit, but. i did lay out my understanding of the law as it pertains to Ethan's case & tell anyone who would listen that i would have sued months ago

and uh as i provided ample sources and a laconic summary of the fair use doctrine and alternatives to federal court, i may have contributed to Ethan's decision to file with the CCB :3 which is (to be overly brief) like small claims court for copyright infringement specifically.

nobody has said so explicitly, so i do have some plausible deniability. but if by some grave miscarriage of justice Ethan were to lose a single one of these claims y'all Know I'd do my damnedest to recoup the man's losses anyway so i feel very comfortable in saying SPITE WORKS!!! THAT'S THE POWER OF SPITE-FUELED RESEARCH BABEY! THIS IS A WIN FOR CLARE!!

even the very worst case scenario for Ethan is a win anyway; the CCB's awards are capped at 30k, but since he's a much, much kinder person than I am he elected to pursue their "smaller claims" options, which further caps it at only 5k.

and let me tell you. the statutory damages alone would cost Scott upwards of $180,000 in federal court (not even counting the libel), so if he doesn't take this case (participation in a CCB case is voluntary for both parties) he is a fucking idiot. But I guess we kind of knew that already.

Let's see. So, Ethan started getting his copyrights registered last weekend (another benefit of the CCB; registrations can be filed concurrent to submitting your claims, though I don't think I told Ethan that) like right after my last post on the matter here. He submitted proof of his intent to bring legal action to YouTube, who can't actually apply strikes until a decision is reached, though those videos are sort of in purgatory.

Meanwhile, that allowed Scott to begin posting content again. He immediately abused that power. On the 23rd, Scott posted a fourth (4th!) defamatory video, whose thumbnail looked like this:

That action figure is his childhood OC, which he put into the MOTUC line. In addition to his literal, actual face. But don't worry, not his name! That was a DC Classics exclusive 🙃

For those of you that are unfamiliar: That's the license plate from Better Call Saul.

He made a bunch of really, painfully wrong assertions that I tried to write up again just now and bro I can't. It is fucking Cringe. I can't. He did claim he had a lawyer, which as I told him following the second defamatory Community Note, is grounds for him to fire that fucking lawyer.

Ethan did a second interview with Dad-At-Arms basically updating people on the situation, letting everyone know he was going to take things to court. That went up the 24th.

On the 25th, Scott posted another Community Note, this time doing a little victory lap, concluding, "So much content coming to ya! It is great to be on the air again!" and resuming his regularly scheduled posting for the remained of the week.

Then along came Monday.

Every single one of Scott's videos was privated, including the advertisements for his consulting firm and stupid bullshit AI comic.

Well--come to find out, he emailed Ethan right around when everything went dark saying he was "truly" and "sincerely" sorry for everything, and "never meant to create a fight" between them and that it was "never intentional".

"To make things right I am going to halt any videos and take down what I have. I hope this will make it right and restore your site to its full capacity."

Which like, alright, I try to be a little more level-headed in spaces these creeps might see, since they're already fucking wilding about every other aspect of my identity and personality. But the fucking BALLS on this guy!! The fucking audacity!!!!! MONTHS of claiming he was being BLACKMAILED and HARASSED, giving Ethan's identity to one of the biggest pieces of shit I've ever seen in the fandom (and that is saying something) and then his thousands of subscribers?? Telling those people really really obviously fake bullshit to make himself seem like the super reasonable victim and not the perpetrator of--ballpark, 'cause I don't know who may have granted him permission--five to ten thousand copyright infringements?

And "to make things right"!!!!! Right for whom, Scott!!!

I've been assuming he finally talked to a lawyer, because even with receiving notice of Ethan's intent to take him to court, I just don't believe we'd see this complete a 180 in him without the advice of counsel. Whom I do not envy right now, he's shot himself in the foot at every fucking opportunity. I doubt they told him to private everything, since a jury at least might construe that as hiding evidence (there are no juries CCB proceedings) but he's a big fucking idiot. Of course he'd panic and try to hide everything.

Case in point, this morning he unprivated everything. And then just unlisted it. Presumably because he realized he'd broken his embeds across every website out there, including his own (not that that ever got him to fix his LinkedIn button...). He did delete all of the Community Notes about Ethan though, just for good measure :) Still absolutely no public word from him since last week.

I have receipts on all the libel saved in multiple locations, but I do appreciate him un-privating some of his videos for me. Gonna make documenting those much easier 😏

i had a second post up on the forums but it's being weird about copy/pasting into tumblr, I'll see about that tomorrow ig. And I'm working on a third summarizing my case law research. HUGE win for me today in that the finding which most directly contradicted my arguments was actually reverse on appeal in 2022 so I'm sitting real pretty, citation-wise. Very smug, very petty. Feeling absolutely great.

#fiq debacle

[smaptain-smerica]

Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Apology Beer

The pilots with rio's went first today. That meant tomorrow it would be me, Hangman, Rooster, and Coyote. I was beyond nervous, seeing how defeated the other pilots looked while coming back.

My entire pilot life has led up to this moment. The moment where I got to fly against one of the best.

For now, I sat in my bed with the red envelope in my hand. I wiped my thumb across my mothers beautiful cursive handwriting. I missed her more than anything right now. It took everything in me not to rip open the letter and read it. I had to know what she needed to tell Pete Mitchell so badly.

I sighed and looked towards my suitcase. From the bottom of my bag, I dug out my stuffed wolf toy from when I was a child. I know, it's pretty embarrassing carrying around your childhood stuffed animal as an adult now. Somehow, having it made me feel more connected to my mom, like she was there with me.

I took the toy out and set it down on the desk. I sat down in the black rolling chair and leaned my head down on the wooden desk, becoming eye level with the toy. "Tell me something mom." I whispered, taking the small toys paw in between my fingers.

My phone buzzed, I picked it up looking at an unknown number. It was Phoenix. I smiled while adding her to my phone and responding.

Just as I hit send a knock sounded from my door. I was confused, I had just sent the message. Was she here already?

"Phoenix, I thought you said 8?" I opened the door to reveal a shocked Maverick. I was equally as surprised, immediately standing in a respective position, straightening my posture.

"Captain Mitchell-"

"No please, just call me Maverick."

"Maverick. What do I owe the pleasure?"

He looked awkward, like he wasn't sure what to say. "I, um, I don't know what you know about me, if you know anything at all. I, Uh- I'm sorry. This is weird, let me start over."

We both shared an awkward chuckle. I didn't know what to think of where this conversation could be going.

"I was told your mother is Charolette Blackwood. I was just wondering, how is she?"

My heart fell a little. He looked so eager to hear what I was about to say. I frowned a little. Though it had happened years ago, thinking about my mothers death still hurt me. "She, Um, she was good. She lost my dad, had me, got married, she enjoyed her job in DC."

There was a silence between us when I reached the end of my short story. I could tell that there was something in his face that might have put two and two together. "She..." I continued, mustering up the courage. "She got cancer. Stage four tumor spread across her spine. She passed away 6... almost 7 years ago now."

I could see the hurt that slowly spread across his face. His fingers fell to his front as he twiddled his thumbs around. "Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. She actually left me with this to give to you." I stepped into my room and took the envelope from off my desk and returned to my door. I gave him a weak smile as I handed the small letter to him. He looked down at it and took it gently in his hands.

Maverick looked up at me, I could almost see the glossiness in his eyes as he swallowed hard. "Thank you, this is great."

"She told me not to open it, that I would know when the time was right. So let me know what it says, yeah?" I couldn't help but feel a weight in my chest, like somehow I was betrayed by not getting to know what was in that letter. On the other hand, it wasn't my business. It was between my mom and Maverick.

"Hey y/n, let's get going! Oh, Mav, what's up?" Phoenix chirped, catching me off guard by the appearance of a new person. "Hey Um, I was just leaving. Thank you for passing along the message, Wolf." With that, he was gone.

Phoenix linked arms with me as she began to walk us down the hallway. I couldn't help but look over my shoulder to watch Maverick walk down the hall. I hoped that he would tell me soon what was in the letter.

I offered to take my car we we drive to The Hard Deck. This seemed to be the most popular hang-out place for this crew of pilots. She eagerly encouraged us to run down to the beach where I saw a small fire pit came into view.

"Aye Phoenix and wolf, glad you could make it!" Payback encouraged us to come over with the wave of his arm.

"Sorry we're late guys, I had to shower and Wolf was talking to Mav."

I widened my eyes a little bit, worried that someone might take that out of context. Giving him the letter was a personal matter.

"Talking to Mav?" Rooster questioned, looking up at me from his seat on the sand.

"I was just introducing myself." I tried to recover quickly. "You guys have had time to get acquainted with him, it's my first time meeting him. Just wanted to start off on the right foot."

"Oh come on, wolf. Mav's gonna love you. Especially after he sees you fly." Fanboy encouraged me, standing up to bring me an opened beer bottle. I gratefully took it, looking for a place to sit down around the fire.

I found one, between Rooster and Bob. Bob looked at me and waved. I waved back at him kindly. He turned around for a moment before resurfacing with a bag of marshmallows and a roasting stick, a goofy smile on his face.

Gratefully, I took the delicious snack and popped one on the Stick, putting it over the fire. "So, what did we miss?" I asked the group, getting cozy by the fire. Being by the ocean made the wind cold, so any part of my body that wasn't facing the fire received chills. I thought to put on sweatpants but only a naval academy t-shirt on for a top. If I get cold I'll just have to suffer.

"Fanboy and Payback were just explaining what happened today, Pheonix and Bob are gonna go next." Hangman responded to my question and then Gestured towards the pair.

"Well I think we did a pretty good job holding our own. But you know Maverick, he comes In from the bottom, and the front, then does the fly by break thing, there's just so many tricks that he knows. It's hard to maneuver around them." Phoenix explained in between bites of marshmallow.

This information was good, Great even. I could figure out what I needed to do to possibly beat Maverick tomorrow.

"He really gets you with that stopping thing." Bob huffed, checking his marshmallow that was roasting.

"Wait what's the stopping thing?" I asked, looking around the group.

"He pulls it whenever you're behind him and right as you get on missile lock he hits the breaks and pulls up, causing the plane to glide over the top of whoever is behind him." Rooster explained. His voice was flat, hardly even looking my direction as he talked.

I nodded, thinking for a minute. "Have you anticipated it? Breaking at the same time he does?"

"It's dangerous and stupid but you could try it if you have a death wish." Roosters mouth dripped with venom as he practically spat the words out of his mouth. he spoke as though he were talking to a toddler asking a stupid and obvious question. I was taken back by how hatful he seemed, surprised how in under one day we could be having a friendly conversation, and now this.

I looked around the group, they seemed to all be just as confused. Even Hangman gave rooster a sideways look. "Hey Bradley, don't be a dick." Hangman snapped at him.

The two men had a stare off before Rooster aggressively stood up and walked away. I hummed in wonder as I brought the beer bottle to my mouth, finishing it off. I took my marshmallow off the fire and then popped it into my mouth. "I'll be back." I mumbled.

Pushing myself off the cold sand, I jogged out towards the ocean where Rooster decided to storm off too. "Hey, Bradshaw." I announced as I slowed my jog down, the cold wind of the night getting to me.

I rubbed my arms gently to keep them warm as I looked up at him. "Look I'm sorry if I did something to upset you. It wasn't my intention."

He stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the ocean waves that were calmly lapping at the cold sand beneath us. "Rooster, did you hear me?"

Once again, nothing. He brought his beer bottle to his mouth and took a long swig. He brought the bottle down, grunting out a sigh.

"Bradley-"

"I have a jacket."

I stopped, surprised by his off topic comment while I was giving quite the heartfelt apology if I do say so myself. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I have a jacket in my car if your cold. I could go get it for you."

I didn't know what to say, or how to respond to it. It was a kind gesture, but poorly timed.

"This is my way of apologizing for snapping at you. I'm not very good at it." Rooster admitted, swirling the liquid around in his bottle.

"Boy I'd say." I huffed in astonishment. "What was that all about? I get that I'm the new guy but we're in this together, Bradley."

We turned on heel to walk back to where our cars were parked at the back of the bar. I spotted the blue Bronco instantly and walked towards it.

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't have an excuse. Just personal stuff." He mumbled the last part, finishing off the last of his beer as we approached his car.

All I did was nod while watching him go to the back seat and pull out a crew neck sweatshirt. It was deep forest green with white lettering of "Air Force" across the top of it. I took it from him gratefully, slipping it on my head. I couldn't help but notice the smell. A musk of pine and amber. A forestry yet subtle sweet aroma that I could curl up and bask in forever.

"Thank you."

"Here, I've got something else to sweeten the apology." Rooster smirked, moving to the bed of the car and pulling open a cooler lid. He pulled out a bottle of beer and handed it to me. "Local, craft, IPA."

"An apology beer?" I chuckled, Taking the bottle from Roosters hand and twisting the top off with my hand.

"Hope you like it, it's my favorite. You can get the sweatshirt back to me whenever." With that, he walked back over to the crowd, not another word from his mouth. I leaned against the back of his car, taking a sip of the beer. It was good, deep citrus flavor with bitter, woody notes in it.

I savored the unique beer flavor. Bradley had good taste, this was a good beer. Besides the faint wafting smell of beer going into my nose, his sweatshirt smell was overwhelming. I hated to say, it made me smile. No matter how moody he may be, (and it seems that he's pretty moody) I couldn't deny his attractiveness.

There was something about Bradley that made me want to know more about him. I heard plenty about him from the last mission. It's no secret he had become somewhat of a legend in the navy, along side Maverick. Maybe my attraction was coming from curiosity, wanting to know what made Bradley, Rooster. I already know what makes Jake Hangman; cockiness, skill, and ego. But I knew nothing about Bradley.

Four weeks. Four weeks with these pilots to figure out what makes them tick, their strengths and weaknesses. We would use those to push each other and help ourselves. All up until the moment we would be sent to fight to our deaths, the best of the best.

Next Chapter

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[lacontroller1991]

Governmental Assistance (Will Conway x Wife!Reader x Security!Rick Flag)

Main Master List DC Master List Misc Master List

Warnings: SMUT 18+, cuckold, p in v sex, voyeurism, dirty talk, graphic language, male masturbation, cream pie

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: SOOOO I started House of Cards (more like started season 4 just for Joel content) and now I'm ate up over Will, so enjoy some cuckolding

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“God fucking damnit!” The door bursts open revealing a very angry Will followed closely by a pissed off Rick. “That bastard thinks he can offer me Secretary of Transportation? What a fucking joke.” Will fumes as he pours himself a glass of whiskey while you look over to Rick who gives you a shrug but remains in the background. Sighing, you make your way over to your husband, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry baby. You should’ve won. They must’ve manipulated the votes somehow, you were in the lead to win.” He shakes his head in denial, slinging back his drink before yanking off his tie and throwing it onto the floor. “Least we still have New York. We can go back to being governor.”

“What does it matter? Fuck those people. They’d rather vote for an old man on the verge of death versus someone who could actually make a difference? Fuck. Them.” Will slumps onto the couch, legs spread as he lets the glass drop to the floor, neither you or Rick make a move to pick it up. Licking your lips, you place a hand on his thigh. Truth be told, you don’t know what you could say or do that would make your husband feel better. Well, except for one thing. 

“Rick, would you mind leaving us for a minute?” The former colonel makes his move to exit but Will raises his hand.

“Mr. Flag can stay here.” Will stands up abruptly, dick hardening in his pants as he looks over to Rick. “Why don’t you come here, Colonel.” Rick’s hazel eyes flick over to your confused face before heeding to Will, stalking over to the pair of you.

“Yes sir?” Will smirks, looking between the two of you before pocketing his hands and pacing to the window, overlooking the city as you and Rick share a brief look. 

“Fuck her.”

“Will!”

“Governor?” Will turns, pointing a finger to Rick.

“You heard what I said, Richard. I want you to fuck my wife in her perfect, little, cunt.” If you were honest with yourself, you always found the retired colonel to be sexy, especially in an all black tux, but out of respect for your husband, you would never act on it. But now? Well the very thought of the ex special ops soldier fucking you has arousal pooling in your underwear. 

“Sir, I’m not sure I feel comfortable doi-”

“You’ll do exactly as I say.” Will doesn’t hesitate to put Rick down as his hand rests on his hard on. “I want to watch somebody fuck my wife.” Rick’s chest puffs out as he hesitantly makes his way over to the couch, tugging the white polo off his body and setting it down on the coffee table, nerves wracking through his body. It’s been a while since he’s fucked anybody, let alone let anybody see his scare ridden body from Afghanistan, and with the opportunity to fuck somebody has often fantasized about has his dick painfully hard. 

Toeing out of his shoes, Rick moves to stand in front of you as your hand slowly reaches up to the belt, undoing the loop and unzipping his trousers, letting the fabric fall to his ankles as you make eye contact with his dick outline, causing Will to laugh. “Does the thought of fucking my wife make you that hard? Tell me, Rick, have you had thoughts about fucking (Y/N) before?” Will’s hand clamps down on Rick’s shoulders causing Rick to gulp. 

“Yes sir.” Your eyes widen as your lips part in shock while Will lets out a hearty laugh, slapping Rick on the back.

“Go on, then, fuck her.” Will sits down on a chair across from the couch as you undress yourself, peeling off the layer of fabric and leaving you in your undergarments as you lay flat on the couch, letting Rick climb over you. Unbuckling his belt, Will pulls out his cock and lightly strokes his shaft, letting out a moan as his eyes meet yours, a look of determination in them. “Be a good girl for Ricky, won’t you honey?”

“Yes sir.” Your lips find Rick’s as one of your hands lodge itself into the short cropped ash blonde locks of Rick Flag. Acting as if you’ve known him forever, you allow your legs to wrap around his tapered waist, gasping into Rick’s mouth when you feel the outline of his now very hard dick pressing into your center. With your free hand, you reach down between your bodies and push down his trunks, letting his length spring free.

“Do you see that, (Y/N), look how big he is,” Will comments from across you, his hand moving up and down his cock, smearing precum for lubrication. “Bet he’s going to stretch you out real good.” You let out a little whimper at your husband’s words, because all though you and Will have sex on the daily, anyone else is naturally going to feel different. 

“Will.” His name tumbles from your lips as you cant your hips against Rick’s grinding against his member.

“Don’t picture me. I want you to fuck Rick.” The words ignite a new sense of comfort in you as you nod your head, lips reattaching themselves to the colonel. “Flag, you’re going to fuck her hard and fast, understand?”

Rick nods his head, lips tracing along your jaw and down your neck before finding a place on your pulsepoint. “Yes sir.” Calloused hands dip between your panties, ripping them off and out from under you before tossing them to the side, only for Will to pick up the undergarment and set it on his thigh. Reaching back up to meet your face, Rick looks for any signs of hesitation in your eyes as he stills himself. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes, go ahead, Rick.” Rick nods before aligning himself with your entrance and bottoming out in one thrust, a mixture of his and your moans echoing the room as well as fapping coming from Will. 

“Fuck,” Rick’s head drops to your shoulder, lips pressing kisses to the smooth skin beneath him as his hips thrust in and out of you, stretching you to accommodate him. “Feels so good.” Wasting no time, Rick sets a quick pace, not bothering to pull all the way out while he fucks into you, your legs squeezing tightly around his waist as your nails claw against his back.

“Rick, don’t stop, that feels so good.” You turn your head to where Will sits and butterflies fly in your stomach at the way he was looking at you, like you’re the most beautiful thing on the planet. 

“Take your two fingers and massage her clit, she loves that.” Will instructs Rick who nods his head, reaching a hand down and lightly rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to involuntarily clench around Rick. “Did she clench around you?”

“Yes sir. She feels amazing.” Rick struggles to contain his grunts as he pounds into your pussy. Truth be told, Rick doesn’t recall when he’s had pussy this good. He supposes back at the academy, but it doesn’t even compare to this.

“Rick please, just like that, just like that.” Your head thumps back against the arm rest as your hips jolt up trying to meet each one of his thrusts, a sheen layer of sweat glistening your skin and it has Will’s hand speeding up, soft grunts tumbling from his lips.

“That’s it baby girl, that’s it. Why don’t you be a good girl and cum for Rick. Be a good girl an cum around Rick’s cock in front of your loving husband.” The narcissism of your husband is enough to send you toppling over the edge as you let out a choked moan, a mix of Will and Rick’s name falling from your lips as a white hot feeling encompasses your body, making you oblivious to the conversation your husband is having with your security detail. Coming down from your high, you stare up into Rick’s blown pupils as he continues to thrust into you rapidly, huffs and grunts echoing in his ear before he stills on top of you, his cock twitching in your walls as his seed provides soothing comfort to your aching muscles. 

A string of cuss words break your thoughts as you turn to your husband, looking over his flushed face and messy white hand. The next minute is palpable as Rick climbs off you and hands you a handkerchief to clean yourself up with as Will tucks himself back into his pants. “Well, that was fun. Very much needed,” he stands up from his chair and walks toward the couch where you and Rick sit next to each other naked. “Thank you, Colonel. You did well.” Will clasps his hand on Rick’s bare shoulder causing the man to stiffen beneath his boss. “It was nice watching the way her face contorted into pleasure. You should join us more often.” Will’s comment has you blushing and Rick gapping his mouth open and closed, trying to think of the proper words to say.

“Thank you sir, that would be nice, sir.” Will chortles, looking around the room.

“Good, now if you don’t mind, I would like a moment alone with my wife.” Rick doesn’t hesitate to get dressed before he’s bolting out of the room, leaving you and Will alone. 

“What are we going to do?” You turn towards your husband, concern written over your face as he pulls you into his side, ignoring the way Rick’s seed drips out of you and onto the couch.

“I meant what I said, I’m done playing governor. Maybe we can take that long trip to Italy that you’re always talking about. We can even bring Rick along.” You tilt your head up, pressing a kiss to his clean shaven jaw.

“What even came over you, letting somebody else fuck what’s yours?” Will shrugs, guiding your head to his and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I just really wanted to watch you get fucked by somebody.” You smirk before climbing onto his lap, tangling your fingers through his pristine hair as a sudden somberness falls over the two of you. “What are we going to do? I thought I for sure had that in the bag.” 

You press a tender kiss to his forehead before staring down at him. “I don’t know, Will, but whatever you decide on, I’ll follow.”

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[nikkeisimmer]

Begone! Ya filthy empties n' pornbots.

Warning to all Empties/Default User Pics. This is a Tumblr that is dedicated to The Sims (The Sims, Sims 2, Sims 3 or Sims 4), SWTOR (Star Wars The Old Republic), FSX, Cities Skylines, DCS World, Dragon Age or Mass Effect as well as posts about the Vancouver Canucks and photography. If none of these interests describes you nor do I see any posts related to those AND your tumblr is devoid of posts or content related to any interests such as the above - you have seven days to:

a) remove yourself.

b) or post something deeply interesting related to any of the above AND replace your default avatar with something related to one of the above.

c) If you post real life adult content (such as porn) you're gone. I know a porn-bot when i see one and I can usually deduce the relative content of such by the number of posts related to such. Sims adult content does not fall into this category. Sims adult content is awesome. ~evil smirk~ and I'm a perv; so there.

Thanks to @johziii for getting me off my ass about cleaning out my follower list of empties.

For those of you who have been putting up awesome Sims/SWTOR/FSX/Cities Skylines/DCS World/Dragon Age/Mass Effect content: Keep on keeping on - you guys are awesome and you're the reason I keep working on MY Tumblr.

I don't put up much of my personal photography on my tumblr, it tends to mostly run into Sims or SWTOR, but you guys are awesome too.

Most of the Vancouver Canucks content I see is people salivating over Quinn Hughes and Elias Petterssson. Yeah, I don't swing that way. To me they're hockey players and I just want them to accomplish something on the ice. Outside of dismissing posts like that...I just am not too interested in the "thirst" posts. Sorry, folks. I'm looking for more informative Canucks posts: like what's Tocchet gonna do to light a fire under this teams' collective asses coming out the gate?

SO...there ya go. If your profile and tumblr page are empty you have ONE WEEK to rectify this. And I have started judiciously assessing and blocking pornbots who follow me, so you are on borrowed time if you're one of those and you still haven't been blocked yet.

Addendum: Also I post about JAG, Airwolf and Top Gun/Top Gun Maverick and those are the ONLY TV shows and films I like with maybe the exception of Star Wars (anything related to it other than the sequel trilogy - I was around in 1977, I'm old and i'm grouchy), Battlestar Galactica, and The Lord of the Rings. So those are the other interests that I have that won't get you removed if you are fans of those.

Also, my musical tastes run from "baroque music" to "baroque music"...and maybe a little bit of Celine Dion, Bon Jovi, Kansas, Def Leppard, Motley Crue, AC/DC, Iron Maiden, Van Halen - y'know...the 80s stuff. Since I'm old...I tend to think most stuff after 2000 is shit. So what you get on this blog as far as musical stuff...is...

you...guessed it...

BAROQUE (the heavy stuff).

Yeah... you guessed it.

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[kolyubov]

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> before you follow/interact...

About my blog and writing:

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— I'm Dark Content friendly! expect me to post, interact, or talk about taboo stuff. It'll be tagged appropriately. (Ageless/blank blogs who interact with my dc works will be blocked).

— I mostly write for fem!reader, maybe gn!reader in short drabbles and such but not male!reader.

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About me:

— We can be moots but please read my rules first! (also please let me know if you consider that we're mooties :3 I don't want to make you uncomfortable by assuming it).

— If any moot wants to break contact, I'd rather you tell me beforehand. That way I can make sure we're no longer mooties.

— I'm a little socially awkward :(( I'm not the best at interacting with people and I'm sorry if I ever say something that comes out wrong.

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— Characters I write for: dazai, sigma, fyodor, nikolai.

[ things are always subject to change! thank u for reading <3 ]

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[ct-7045]

Screw's blog masterpost

Well, hello there. I'm Screw, designation CT-7045, of the 501st Legion. Torrent Company, specifically. My batchmates are troopers Tup and Dogma.

A few of my brothers have convinced me into creating this blog on the holonet. Fives said it would be good for me to interact with civvies? Don't know about that, but this seemed fun all the same.

Asks are open! I think! Whatever those are!

《Mun speaks: Hey hiya thanks for visiting! This is my clone oc screw and I decided to make a rp blog for him. But i'm inexperienced at this whole thing fyi (as evidenced by my lack of lots of content lol). main blog: @salubriousbean

If you don't want to scroll past long rp chains you can block the tag #tcw rp , I'm pretty sure I've tagged all of them and this masterpost lol with that tag

I'll add more to this masterpost as I think of things I promise. Q&A's and other info under the cut so y'all know what the kriff is going on:

/\ = signifies a POV change, like Screw's POV to a third person POV and vice versa (at least for this blog idk about other rp blogs)

《 》 = mun speaks (personal preference for these symbols I just like them, also just for this blog idk about other rp blogs)

questions n stuff (agh sorry about the capitalization, it's wack):

Are you open to rp with other blogs?

lol I don't even know why I included this question as I'm too chicken to tag anyone to rp with

but yes! I'd love to rp with you as long as it's appropriate. I will also only answer appropriate (ex. sfw) asks. disclaimer: responses may take a little longer as I've got a wack schedule but I'll do my best

Is this canon compliant?

if I'm being honest, not usually, but it depends on if I'm rp-ing with someone who is being canon compliant. This is kind of an au (considering that Tup and Dogma are the only ones left of their batch if my knowledge is correct, so Screw wouldn't exist. but he does here ahahahhaha). Also in this au I've decided that domino squad all survives and all become ARCs, huzzah! This is all sort of just bending canon lol

How did Screw get his name?

That's actually one of my wips, I'll link to it when it's finished (here's a snippet!) (btw it includes Fordo and Alpha-17, more not really canon compliant stuff (??) but who cares? not me!)

What does Screw look like?

I promise I'll add a photo of him to this post . . . as soon as I finish it that is . . . Anyways he uses a DC-17 like his two batchmates. He originally was going to cut his hair shorter like Dogma's, but Tup convinced Screw to grow his hair out like with him. It's not quite as long as Tup's yet, but it's getting there. It's longer than regulation, so Tup and Screw can tie most of it up if they want, but not all of it yet.

Screw and Tup also came up with the teardrop tattoo idea and they're proud of it. I'm currently brainstorming tattoo ideas for him.

He has a large scar across his face, from his forehead, across the bridge of his nose, and off his cheek. He got it in their squad's first posting, where they lost the other members.

(The following is subject to change) Screw's helmet is painted to kind of match his scar, but symmetrical, it almost looks like a peace sign on the front. His armor is pretty random, he has two big stars on his knee plates, an intricate star on one of his shoulders, and the other shoulder is solid blue. On the top of his chest plate is some clouds, with lightning and raindrops coming down from them. On the back of one of his hand plates is Tup's teardrop, and on the other is Dogma's chevron. On one of his forearms are patterns from his other two squadmates' armor (the ones who are no longer with them), and other patterns from other clones who have made a difference in Screw's life. On the other of his forearms is Ahsoka's markings, and some other TBD markings. The rest of his armor is TBD

What's Screw's personality like?

He, uh, let's just say he's got a loose screw or two. Also I have taken large chunks of my personality and made it his personality too. so there's that.

Screw likes cool stories (they live in his head rent-free) and he was able to bond with Hardcase over explosions. and once he met Fives, he was a teensy bit less lax with rules, but Dogma gently reminds him here and there when needed.

The 501st is all convinced that Screw also had a leak in his growth jar, like Hardcase, 'cause how else could you explain all his randomness and occasional chaos? However, this leak thing has never been officially confirmed by the Kaminoans. But Kix said "Most likely." so it's basically confirmed. at least for the 501st.

Screw also has trouble going to bed/sleeping at normal hours. A lot of the times he's up late, with only Rex up too, doing reports and captain stuff. Screw would love to go spend time with his Captain but he's a bit (socially) anxious, like Tup, so he's too scared to ask. luckily, those late nights are perfect for blogging. Though Screw does have trouble waking up in the morning. Also sometimes he gets matching headaches with Tup, and less frequently, Dogma.

Screw loves his brothers, especially his two other batchers (platonically, no cloneshipping here). He's also fascinated with mando'a, he thinks the language is really cool and already mostly knows it. He's a slight nerd and will sometimes hyperfixate on various topics. Likes learning new words. painted a mouse droid once and named it Slayer. And named a mop Enrad. Screw is also besties with 99 (and Omega a bit) :>

Thanks for reading all this guys, I'm excited to develop my boy's character some more and have some fun with him!》

#clone trooper Screw #tcw rp #mun speaks #the 501st #clone oc #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #clone trooper oc #rp blog #the tags are an interdimensional space where sometimes the muse is speaking n sometimes the mun is and sometimes it's both at once

[drmadladofficial]

tell. me. everything. about. your. wordgirl. oc. i love them sm, compile posts about them, talk for 4 pages about them. just give me content

rubs my hands together FUEHRJJSDJE I am so glad you guys do want to know,, and at any given time i will ramble on because he has so much to him it is insane,

ringy is a man of very very many talents, he loves to juggle, probably swallow swords, the usual clown stuff that he learned,

he chose to be a clown in the first place cuz of how much he was made fun of as a kid, and he was just super gullible so he assumed he was just the funniest guy in the world, so he just wanted to be the most fun guy ever,,

also he grew up nasty in a sorta southern town so he's got a wee little accent too. yes I gave a southern drawl to my clown oc

and YES he does have a moment where he realizes people are laughing At him and not With him, and he has a total DC joker moment where he becomes. a lot more sinister than he was before (thus joining a violent sorta gang in his town)

he has a reverse joker moment and leaves their group realizing violence isn't the answer to your problems LOL but he ends up committing weird clown-induced crimes in fair city like stealing circus animals or replacing buildings with tents and weird things like that

also he can't stretch his waist like he can with his arms and legs because he has Organs in there and it would probably kill him LOL

AND FINALLY he is very homosexual,, his sexuality. men. loves men so much. frouity

SORRY TO MY FOLLOWERS I am so un-normal about my oc I'm literally insane and crazy and insane but I love and appreciate those who ask about him because you guys are actually awesome anyways baaiiiii love u guys 💝

#wordgirl #wordgirl oc #pulling out my hair one by one because of him #top ten mentally ill clowns numba one

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.

THE TAG LIST IS NOW OPEN! @another-stark-sub ​ @mostly-marvel-musings @vozit​ @littlegasps​ @pilloclock​ @shereadsinquiet​ @downeyreads​ @hermione-grangers-wife​ @individualistfem​

Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings ! 🎶🎵I love you biiitch ain't ever gonna stop loving you biiitch 🎵🎶

"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson. 

Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.

"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."

The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.

"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.

All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"

I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.

For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.

"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"

"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."

"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"

"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."

Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.

It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.

Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me. 

It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.

Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments. 

I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.

The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me. 

Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.

Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.

Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...

Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."

Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.

I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.

Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.

For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.

Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.

The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch. 

I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.

But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.

As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.

I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.

"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.

On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination. 

The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.

On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.

Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal. 

"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x reader #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n #bun writes #party favours #author doesn't advocate for small dick jokes but tbh the abusive fucker deserves it