#be okay cause I'm seriously freaking the fuck out right now at the thought of the smallest possibility of losing bo

[roronoagem]

I keep thinking about Law and breeding kink but he doesn't want to risk it with pills. So anal it is-

-🦊 (I'm going insane for Christmas)

characters: trafalgar d. water law

content warning: +18 nsfw, anal sex, oral sex, afab!reader, dirty talk (i tried), law being a sweetheart btw + not proofread bc i’m scared of my smutty fics alright.

a/n: OH MY GOD I’M SO FREAKING SORRY, I THOUGHT I ALREADY POSTED IT LIKE A WEEK AGO ??? fuck. i’m even more sorry because i don’t think it turned out that good . . bc i realised that i haven’t written a breeding kink fic in a long time, i’m a bit scared about this piece LMAO.

now that i think about it, law would actually avoid pills and such because he knows of its negative effects, so he would never risk it. but he also feels this burning desire to fill you up, in a way or another.

when the solution came to you at the same time, law took the matter seriously as he decided to focus on preparing you and make sure it would be pleasurable for the both of you.

he basically spent days preparing you before actually try anal. when the day finally arrives, law would try his best to go as slow as possible as not to hurt you, he would always check on you, ask if it’s okay, if it hurts, etc.

trust me when i tell you that the second he sinks in bare he whines, low sounds escape his lips as he keeps his eyes closed, enjoying the moment fully. he grabs your hips and thrusts slowly into you. the soft mewls slipping out of your mouth spurs him on, as he starts moving a little faster.

“ah, you’re so tight… fuck–“ he groans, pulling you closer to him, getting your ass up from the mattress. he sneaks one of his hands between your thighs and searches for your clit, keeping in mind that you have to feel good too and he would never neglect your pleasure.

“law…” you moan softly into the pillow, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room accompanied by your moans and his grunts, as he momentarily gets lost in the pleasure.

“gonna fill you up…” he growls before sinking forward, thrusting into you a bit harshly. you can feel him twitch inside your tight hole, sinking your face further into the pillow as you desperately grip the sheets as two of his fingers play with your clit.

“look at how well you take me.”

law groans while hiding his face into your nape, squeezing his eyes shut as he reaches his climax, warm spurts of cum start filling you up. his thrusting slow down a bit, before halting completely as he breathes fast.

“you did so good, law,” you praise him, biting your lips. his fingers stop working on you, even though you aren’t done. “hmm,” he lazily pulls out, his gaze goes down and he watches as drops of cum slowly leak out of you.

he suddenly flipped you over, making you gasp in surprise. law swiftly finds himself face to face with your cunt and uses his hands to push your legs further open.

“sorry darling,” he murmured lowly before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit, you moan and arch your back, hands flying to grab his hair as he finishes you off, holding you in place even after you just came right into his mouth.

“thank you,” law cups your face and kisses your lips gently. “did so good, so fucking good,” he praises you lowly, causing your already warm cheeks to heat up even more.

#꒰ 🖋️ ꒱ writing #꒰ ꩜ ꒱ n.sfw #꒰ 🌐 ꒱ one piece #꒰ 💭 ꒱ trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x you #op law x reader #trafalgar law drabble #trafalgar law blurb #trafalgar law imagine #trafalgar law one shot #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar law #op trafalgar law #one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece smut

[pablitogavii]

Misunderstanding

Summary: You and Pablo have ben going out on dates when a false rumor made you doubt yourself and shut him out...until he finally gets to confess his feelings.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: slight angst/ smutty themes/ fluffy ending

You met Pablo at one of the after parties through shared friends, and since you guys started talking you fell madly in love with the Barça golden boy.

He was so caring and knew just how to make you feel like the only girl in his word. Everything seemed to be perfect unless a particular rumor sparked your interest.

fútbol.gossip.

Barça Golden Boy, Pablo Gavi, caught with his new girlfriend, young influencer and model, Jessica Sin. What are your thoughts on this newest football couple???

After reading that title and looking at that picture for what felt like eternity, you shut off your phone feeling tears fall down your cheeks.

"Was he really pretending this whole time!?" you said out loud to yourself in utter disbelief.

After reading the rest of story which claims they only started dating a few weeks ago, you remembered that Pablo told you he will be a little distant due to preparation for El Copa del Rey. Yeah, right! He was probably fucking her during that exact time!

"I'm so stupid! Díos!" you said in defeat getting your backpack and packing some of your clothes you kept at Pablo's apartment leaving before he came back.

You weren't even gonna tell him 'goodbye'. He didn't deserve any sympathy from you after this!

When Pablo came home, completely exhausted from yet another all day training session, he was surprised that you were not waiting for him.

Last time the two of you texted, you made a plan to do dinner and a movie at his apartment and he was planning on begging you for a sleepover as well...after so many busy days, he just missed spending time with his girl.

He took his phone to text you.

pablo: why are you not here bombón?? don't tell me you forgot about our date :(( Read 10:30pm

Pablo finished his shower, putting on some grey sweatpants before taking his phone and raising his eyebrows after seeing that you just left him on read.

His first instinct is that something must have came up and you couldn't talk right now. He trusted you enough to give you space and wait for your call.

The next morning, you didn't even have the strength to get up and go to school from crying all night thinking to yourself how impossible getting over Pablo is going to be...he was your first real love...first time you thought you found someone you wanted to build a life together.

But of course he wanted a model and an influencer! It should have been strange to you that he ever showed interest to such a normal and boring college girl.

Pablo woke up late cause he had a day off from training expecting to see a message from you pop on his phone but there was nothing. Just his read message from last night...he was starting to get worried so he decided to text you again.

pablo: amor, is everything okay? pls answer me, I'm starting to get worried. Read 11:12pm

You read the text tossing your phone away as more tears escaped your tired eyes. Was he really acting like nothing happened!?

Seeing that again just read his message, Pablo was seriously freaking out at this point. Did he do something? Were you mad at him? A call from Pedri interrupted his thought process.

"Hermano, have you heard of the gossip yet?" Pedri said and Pablo rolled his eyes never being the one to care much for fake internet drama.

"Pedri, I really don't care which Kardashian cheated on her husband this time! I can't reach Y/N. She is mad at me and I don't know why!" Pablo said irritated.

"I know why she is mad! It's because the gossip is about you cabrón!" Pedri said sending Pablo the link to the exact story you read yesterday night.

"Mierda!" Pablo said now realizing what had happened last night.

Of course the story was bullshit and Pablo felt horrible that you had to deal with it but that's part of his career as well (unfortunately!). He needed to explain everything to you as soon as possible!

Pablo Gavi (12 missed calls)

He just wouldn't give up for hours and ever when you turned off your ringer, you just couldn't stop thinking about answering him. You wanted to hear his voice again..hell you wanted to kiss him right now..but you knew you should't. You needed to distance yourself until you get completely over him!

"Hija. There is a chico looking for you at the front door?" your mom said peeking through your bedroom door and you froze knowing exactly who it was...you couldn't face him now...no freaking way!

"Tell him I'm not home, please mamá!" you say and she waited for you to change your mind seeing how genuinely worried the boy was but after a few seconds she respected your wishes.

"Lo siento but she isn't home. Is there a message you'd like me to leave?" when Pablo heard those words from your mom, his heart broke..you didn't want to see him.

"Um..just tell her it was a misunderstanding..por favor" Pablo said before leaving stealing a glance at your bedroom window with a small hope of seeing your face but you never came.

pablo: I know you are seeing my messages, so please just give me a chance to explain to you what happened. none of it is true, mi amor. i don't even know who that girl is, I promise you. I never had someone in my life like this, someone so genuine and kind. I can't function without you mi vida, please just come back to me and we will talk about everything. i love you so much <3

Reading that message you were crying ugly tears. You didn't know what to believe anymore...everyone online kept saying Pablo will end up with a model...the girl from the picture fits him perfectly..she isn't average like you...but Pablo's words were always genuine and you began wondering if you should have given him a chance to explain himself before jumping to conclusions.

"He's sitting in front of our house...waiting for you..and he said it was a misunderstanding? I don't know what's going on hija, but the boy seemed sincero..maybe give him a chance?" you mom said and you smiled wiping away your tears before peeking through a window seeing Pablo sitting on the edge of the road looking straight at you.

When Pablo met your eyes he got up moving across the street and standing underneath your window..it was corny but he didn't care when it came to you.

You gulped opening your window slowly looking down at those warm eyes you fell deeply in love with.

"I wanna be only with you...nobody else. Please let me explain bombón" Pablo spoke first and you felt your heart tighten at the familiar nickname.

"Bueno..we can talk..but that's all" you say and he nodded waiting for you happy that you were still giving him a chance which he fully intended to take.

"We should go somewhere private?" Pablo suggested and you nodded letting him drive you to his place although you were still keeping your guard up.

The drive was quiet for awhile...it was a little awkward because you both obviously wanted to hold hands like you always would but kept your distance instead.

"You look beautiful amor... com siempre" Pablo needed to break the silence and you just took the compliment blushing a little in response.

When you arrived he opened your door and led you inside while making sure to give you enough space so that you are not uncomfortable by his presence.

The moment you both sat down on the couch he began talking.

"None of it is true. I was signing some stuff for the fans and she asked for a picture, that's all. I haven't even asked for her name...and I would never betray your trust like that. Amor, I love you...like this isn't just a crush for me anymore" Pablo opened up and hearing those words leave his lips made something in your melt.

"Pablo..I'm scared...I don't want to get hurt" you admit deep down knowing that even if this wasn't true, you were way too "normal" for someone like him..he deserved more.

"I would never hurt you...I would rather beat myself every single day than do something to bring you pain mi vida...you have to believe me please..I don't know her.." he felt his eyes fill with tears as he came down on his knees besides you holding your hand and kissing them repeatedly.

"I believe you Pablo..but this happened because I know I'm not for you..I'm not a model or an influencer or someone that fits with the famous footballer..I'm just a college girl! I don't have the body or the fame!" you finally admit what's on your heart and he looks up at you as tears fall down his cheek.

"Don't you ever talk down on yourself in front of me Y/N! You are the most genuine and kind girl I have ever met in my life. You want to know something? I am the one who is lucky you chose me to be in your life. You are smart, selfless and real...unlike all those models out there, you are real mi amor..and that's precious because it became so rare" Pablo's words were making your heart tighten and tears spill down your cheeks. Never did someone say something like this you..and truly meant every word.

"And as for the body..amor..you got me weak every single time I see you..trust me on that one" Pablo added with a little smirk seeing a smile creep on your face.

"Come here.." he got up opening his arms welcomingly and you couldn't resist anymore hugging him tightly and resting your head against his strong chest listening to his sped up heartbeat.

"You're mine and now everyone knows it too..." Pablo whispered caressing your back and you were too busy listening to his heartbeat to register it right away but when you did you pulled away looking up in confusion.

"What did you do Gavira?" you asked and he chuckled taking his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and showing you his newest Instagram Post.

pablogavi

mi bombón <3 @y.n.bebe

comments:

@gavibarca @jessicasinthequeen used this story to grow followers while this girl didn't post anything...shows you who is the real one! good choice @pablogavi !!!

@gavinhofans: I knew it!! he would never date someone so superfiecial like @jessicasinthequeen liked by 10K others

@pablitoo: this is soo cute <33

@gavifan: pablo dating a normal girl is so adorable <33 she is a real one pablitooo!!

@barcafans: this just proves how fake all the gossips are!! this is real love!!!

@pablosgirl I'm sad he is taken but I'm glad it's by a normal girl! we love the queen! @y.n.bebe

"Díos mío! Tu eres tan loco!" you said reading all the loving comments his fans gave you being overjoyed that you were not a model or an influencer..you were so wrong.

"Estoy loco por ti, bombón." he answered and you put the phone away snaking your arms around his neck while kissing his lis passionately.

"I thought we are just talking and nothing else" he teased reminding you of your words while you were running your hand through his hair leaving small kissed on his face and neck.

"Shut up! I love you too...demasiado" you whisper and he rises your chin kissing your softly while grabbing your thighs remembering that there are other ways to show just how much he loves you...;))

#pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi #gavigif #gavi #pablo martín páez gavira #pablo gavira #fc barça #fc barcelona #fc barca

[forgottenfourr]

i saw you in a dream - university smau

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chapter thirty - always welcome

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a/n: THIS MIGHT NOT MAKE ANY SENSE BECAUSE IT IS NOT PROOFREAD BECAUSE I GOT LAZY AND JUST WANTED TO GET THIS MF CHAPTER OUT BUT I'VE BEEN SO BUSY WITH COLLEGE I'M SORRY.

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you frantically search your bags for your apartment keys one last time before accepting defeat and grabbing your phone. the last thing you want to do is call jeongin right now and ask for his help, but he is your last resort. it was either calling him or sleeping in the hallway in front of your apartment until one of your roommates decided to come home.

jeongin answers your call immediately, your previous text causing him to silently prepare for the worse.

“hello? yn?” jeongin spoke urgently over the line.

“hey jeongin, i’m sorry for calling you so late there’s just i-“

your voice is full is embarrassment and distress, that being openly clear to jeongin.

“you know you can tell me anything yn, i’m here for you.” his voice so sweet and reassuring.

“you can say no but uh,” you clear your throat, trying to ease the awkward tension but somehow just making it worse. “i am locked out of my apartment and none of my roommates will be home tonight and i don’t really know what to do? i have no where to go and i’m kinda freaking out.”

your words seem to come out more as a nervous rant, making jeongin aware of the seriousness of the situation.

“hey hey it’s okay, really. come over, there’s always a place for you here.” jeongin says, continuing to reassure you though his heart is now suddenly beating extremely fast at the thought of you staying the night.

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lucky for you, his apartment was only a couple of blocks over, so the walk to his was quick. even if you were slightly dragging your feet from embarrassment.

you stand in front of apartment 325 for what seems like ages (a mere 2 minutes) before knocking on the door. finally fully admitting to yourself that you will in fact not be sleeping in your own room tonight.

jeongin quickly opens the door and greets you with a warm smile, the same one you have found yourself slowly falling for more and more each day.

if jeongin looked good normally, he looks fucking amazing now. his bare face and messy hair paired with a slightly oversized shirt with a pair of plaid pajama pants.

you wouldn’t mind seeing him like this more often.

suddenly it becomes apparent that you have definitely been staring at him for far too long without saying anything because when you look up to meet jeongin’s eyes, his face and ears are bright red.

“oh uh,” you laugh through your embarrassment as you walk into the apartment. “thank you, for letting me come over.”

he quickly shuts and locks the door behind you, “of course, anything for you yn.”

his words causing your already flustered demeanor to grow more.

“do you want something of mine to change into?” jeongin rubs the back of his neck nervously. “or i can ask hyunjin or felix for something if you’re more comfortable with that!!” he quickly adds on.

“if you wouldn’t mind letting me borrow some of your clothes? i’m sorry i know how inconvenient this is.” you say through a yawn, the time already nearing 1am.

“it’s really not a problem yn,” jeongin replies as he rests his hand on your shoulder, letting it rest there for a moment too long.

jeongin leaves the room for a moment before returning with a random shirt and pair of pants for you to change into.

“you can sleep on my bed, i’ll take the couch tonight.” he says cheerfully.

you roll your eyes at him, “no there’s no way i’m letting you do that. i’ll take the couch. i’m already intruding.”

jeongin knows better by now not to argue with you when you’ve made your decision. so he nods his head with defeat as you make your way to the bathroom and quickly change into the clothes he has lend you.

there is a light blush painted over your cheeks as you exit the bathroom, the knowledge of you wearing jeongin’s clothes causing butterflies throughout your whole body.

the moment you step out of the bathroom jeongin’s eyes are locked on you. his heart fluttering at the sight of you in his clothes.

he stares at you, admiring your every feature as you walk over to the living room couch and slump down on it, obviously exhausted.

“thank you again,” you say looking over to jeongin and making unexpected eye contact with him. causing your already pink cheeks to redden even further.

“yeah of course!” he replies, stumbling through his words before he takes the moment as a cue to go to his room and leave you alone.

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it was 3:27am when you look up at the clock near the tv. you have yet to fall asleep. you tried, you really did. but there were too many thoughts going through your head to even try to get a moment of peace.

you were in jeongin’s apartment. at 3:30am. wearing his clothes. and the entire time you’ve been here trying to fall asleep, you can’t help but think about how badly you wish jeongin was next to you right now. you would probably be able to fall asleep if he was next to you.

he’s just in the other room. he’s probably fast asleep.

part of you feels guilty for wanting him next to you. partly because it means you have to accept the fact that you are in fact falling for yang jeongin. and partly because you’re sure you’re nothing to him.

you have given up laying down at this point, you know it’s going to be a sleepless night. which is not like it’s something you’re not used to at this point.

you’re too caught up in your own thoughts to hear jeongin’s bedroom door open. or to hear him make his way into the living room.

“yn?” jeongin’s voice is groggy but still soft.

you jump at the sudden appearance of jeongin, making him chuckle slightly.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you.” he sighs

“it’s okay, why aren’t you asleep?” you ask him, genuinely concerned.

“i could ask you the same thing.”

“okay fair,” you laugh softly.

“but actually, why are you awake? you seemed so exhausted earlier.” he asks, taking a seat next to you on the couch.

you swallow at his sudden close proximity. “i uhm, i am just thinking about stuff.” your eyes are avoiding his own.

“ah, me too. do you want to talk about it?” he asks as he places his hand on top of yours, causing your breath to hitch.

you can’t find strength in yourself to respond. your eyes locked on you and the boy’s hands.

your breath bitches in your throat as he makes eye contact with you, “no, it’s alright.”

the air seems to get 10x thicker as you both sit there, gaze locked on each other. as each moment passes, you seem to be drawn closer to jeongin, leaving a mere few inches between you two.

“hey, yn?” jeongin says in a very soft, almost pleading tone.

you only hum in response, your mind far too drunk off his scent and how close he is to you to even think about anything other than him.

jeongin reaches his hand to your face, gently tucking a strand piece of hair behind your ear. his touch sends shivers down your spine as you continue to stare at him. speechless.

he slowly brings his face closer to your own. you can feel his hot breath against your skin as his eyes break your shared gaze and glance down to your lips. making your heart beat faster than ever before.

“jeongin-“ your voice is coarse and barely audible.

“yn,” his eyes lock with yours once again. “can i kiss you?”

you can barely process his question in your brain before you are already nodding your approval.

the moment your lips connected you felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off of your shoulders.

you two melt into each other, each kiss being just a perfect and delicate as the last one.

you’ve felt “fireworks” before, but nothing was like this.

it felt as if your entire body had just exploded under his touch.

his lips were soft and he kissed you with so much passion and care. careful to match the pace you had set to keep you comfortable.

as you broke apart, you felt as if everything was perfect in this moment. even if it was just for this one moment.

“yn?” jeongin asks softly, forehead resting against your own.

“hm?” you gaze at him, a soft smile present on your face.

“do you want to go to my room?”

you laugh at the bluntness of his question which makes him quickly pull away from you and redden from embarrassment.

“no no no no no!! not like that!!” he is practically yelling as he is trying to retract his previous question. “i meant like, to sleep! because the couch is uncomfortable! andmaybeikindawanttocuddlewithyou?idkstoplaughingatme” he mumbles the last part as you press a soft kiss on the tip of nis nose.

“i knew what you meant, it was just funny to see you get all defensive like that.” you admit, causing jeongin to groan in response.

without another word you stand up and reach your hand out to him, “well let’s go! i’m tired.”

he quickly stands up and awkwardly clears his throat, still embarrassed from what happened moments prior.

it is safe to say you fell asleep almost instantly in his arms, the safety and warmth he made you feel being so foreign but one of the best things someone could ever give you.

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[stormblessed95]

Jikook's Rainy Day Fight

So FINALLY getting around to making this post. Lol so honestly go read this one first. It's a HUGE post I made where I really broke down my thoughts about the rainy day fight before they told us more about it. I still stand by alot of these thoughts for the most part now that we know more. The only thing I might switch up a bit is the very last paragraph where I said something like "this clearly has nothing to do with BTS as a whole and seems like a couple-esque fight more than anything else." Imma walk that one back with the new info given lol

Regardless, read this post first before proceeding. Thanks!

Okay, all done with that post? Great! So here is what JK said about the rainy day fight:

And here is what Jimin said:

Overall, the dramatics were ridiculous (i say lovingly) for what this fight was about and somehow it still gives off couple vibes simply because of the way they escalated this "speak more politely to your hyungs" conversation into a "I'm cutting you off" and a slam dunk hug in the rain reunion. Lol

(The way they both think back the most fond over that reunion hug is so freaking cute)

Things I want to additionally point out.

- Hobi hyung getting angry was the barometer of "wow. I super fucked up this time" which makes me cackle 🤣 the man is an angel lol

- after brushing aside his other members remarks and everyone else huffing but leaving, Jimin was the one to make the effort to pull him aside to have a more serious conversation about it. Trying to take it seriously with him, give him respect in return and not make it seem like he was being ganged up on. It speaks once again to how they have always been so incredibly close to each other. This was back in 2015 ish and they made these allowances for each other and gave each other their trust.

- Both Jimin and Jungkook told the same story, but took the blame for the fight upon themselves. They recongized what happened but when sharing the story with a third party, made it seem totally like their own fault (when clearly they both had some anger issues and bad judgements during that fight). It seemed like they were lowkey trying to protect the other and mostly just felt bad about their own contributions to the fight rather than the other person's. Clearly the forgiveness was absolute.

- Jungkooks snarkiness clearly got Jimin feed up to the point where he snapped and said something he clearly didn't mean, but also clearly felt. He probably felt disrespected and felt like that wasn't the type of bond they had cultivated together. And JK clearly felt bad and was upset himself and even after they separated, when he found himself upset and lost, his first instinct was to reach out to Jimin. And even pissed off and mad, Jimins first instinct was to answer JKs phone call and make sure he was okay and safe. Just for them to reunite not too long after, both feel shitty for their behavior and find a secluded spot for them to actually talk it through before they went home and to bed. Regardless of their full day of schedules right after that too. It's incredibly sweet of them.

- its still lowkey giving off couple fight/break up and reunion vibes. Lmfao but only in how they handled their dramatics, not in the actual fight. Nor do I think they were a couple during this time frame. I do think they were harboring crushes on each other, but that's a seperate conversation. And the fact that JK held onto feeling guilty over his bratty attitude and causing this fight so many years later??? Clearly, it had a lasting impact, even though he still acts like a brat to Jimin sometimes lol its done in a teasing manner rather than a disrespectful one. And it's something that the two of them clearly encourage in their bond together.

- the acknowledgement of that through this fight (and the subsequent conversation on the roof and make up afterwards) they got closer is worth highlighting and mentioning too. When a fight/disagreement is done in a healthy way (and while it didnt start that way. They clearly got there), the communication and the way you can get to know someone better can be so helpful for having an even better relationship. Platonic, romantic or any other kind. I'm glad they spent that time together on the roof. It was probably something they both really needed that night and lead to even more emotional vulnerability and comfort between the two of them going forward I'm sure.

Thanks to everyone for waiting so long for me to write this up and for anyone who read this far too. 💜 I know I ramble a lot! I think this was everything I had to say about the rainy day fight though! 💜 Hope you all have a good rest of your day/night!

#jikook #kookmin #jikook rainy day fight #jikook vlives

[playertwotails]

Okay so I just read the new Sonic IDW issue #56 and there's so much about this issue I love but there are some particular panels I wanna talk about.

Putting it under the cut for spoilers. Also cause it's a long post cause I have thoughts.

SO first off Sonic is just having a bad time this whole arc, dude cannot catch a break lately I swear.

Like poor guy is having the worst week. Stating the obvious, but like he's in so much pain here and idk how many volts Surge just pumped into him but I'm gonna assume it was probably enough to kill anyone who's not Sonic. (Yay for plot armor lol). But seriously he should probably be dead but he's also got like basically over maxed stats in constitution so he can take hits that'd kill others but that doesn't mean it's not gonna hurt like hell.

Also look at Tails he's so worried and tries to dive after him but just wasn't quite fast enough. Plus look how Sonic landed...facing Tails when he first started falling he was face down. Meaning he had turned around mid fall and tried to reach out to grab hold of Tails' hand. The last thing he saw then before getting hit with fuck you levels of volts was Tails' terrified face just above him.

Which also means that Tails just saw all that up close. He was probably hovering just over Sonic based on the panel where he tried to catch him but couldn't do anything to help without also getting hit with Surges electricity too. So Tails more than likely just had to hover there and watch all that happen.

Side note: I also find it very interesting that it was a combination of his biggest fear and Tails' that resulted in this. Like yeah that was the whole point of Surge and Kit, they were made to prey on each of their biggest fears. But the fact that it was only Sonic that took the worst of the hits from the both I feel like says something. And the fact that Tails kept being able to talk down Kit (water) from attacking while Sonic couldn't do the same with Surge (lightning). Idk what but there's something there to look into and think about.

Moving back to the panels though:

When Tails can finally reach Sonic after the bath from hell he is freaking out and concerned. He's scared for Sonic to the point he can't even form a complete sentence just pure panic mode is on. And Sonic, who's in all kinds of pain right now, sees Tails freaking out and being worried about him and immediately makes a joke to try and calm Tails down.

Sonic just ignores how awful he feels to try and reassure his little brother. Cause he knows what Tails just saw and wants/needs him to calm down and Sonic does that the only way he knows how, joking around with Tails.

Now these next panels make me go absolutely feral

Sonic sees Tails get hit on the head from a huge rock and knocked out and his panic protective big brother mode instincts get kicked into overdrive. Sonic is clearly freaking out I mean he's even stuttering with the stress and panic of it all. Aka he is in 'no thoughts just panic and run' mode.

(I'm guessing too that the wisps are way too drained to do anything at all after all that, heck some of them aren't even floating)

Also he's repeating to himself over and over "I've got this". He's just trying so hard to get them all out of there and with Tails, seemingly down for the count, Sonic only has himself to save his little brother, the wisps, and himself. He has to "got this" or they're all done for. So he has to keep reassuring himself that he can save them cause there is no other option and no one else there to help.

To top it all off he's not at 100%, he just had a fight with Metal, then Surge, then some spicy bath water, then about to be Metal again and now he's fighting a collapsing building cause of Kit. He hasn't had a breather in like days now in this arc.

But then the next panels happen:

Look at Sonic's grip in that first panel, he's only got two fingers still griping when he's first grabbed it, barely, with his whole hand. He's about to slip but he's trying to hard to hold on with just those two fingers he's shaking cause he refuses to let anything bad happen to Tails on his watch. (Plus you know also his own life and the wisps, but he would 100% sacrifice himself in a heartbeat if that would do anything to save the rest of them)

Which makes me love Tails' iron grip shooting up and grabbing hold right next to his shaking hand so much. Just like the symbolism of it all just to begin with, Sonic can do a lot of things but when he literally, and figuratively, is losing his grip of the situation Tails has got them. Tails just once again swooping in last second to save Sonic is such a little badass moment, these last few issues have just been feeding Tails fans with good content I swear. They really let Tails keep being the one to save Sonic and show off how much Sonic needs him just as much as Tails need Sonic.

Just that quote from Ian Flynn again "sonic needs tails and that’s a cosmic truth"

Tails reassuring Sonic that "we've got this" is such a sweet moment. After all that panic Sonic just went through trying to save them he gets the reassurance that Tails has his back just as much as he has Tails'.

Also look at Sonic's face when he's looking at Tails he loves his little brother so much.

That little "yeah" he says too really just feels like a loaded statement other than just agreeing with Tails. I think he has that split moment of "what ifs" going through his head when he says that. Like yeah they're safe thanks to the fact Tails woke up. But what if he didn't, Sonic knows he wasn't gonna be able to save them on his own in this situation.

Now Sonic trusts and relies on Tails but in moments of panic when Tails in danger and protective older brother instincts kick in I think Sonic does also forget just how capable Tails is. Not that Sonic thinks less of Tails in any way, that's not what I mean at all, just that he gets to focused on keeping Tails safe he forgets Tails is very capable in pretty much every situation.

These last panels though are so good too:

I think that a combination of everything with this whole situation is why Sonic looks beyond pissed in this panel.

Eggman's old ally tortured, experimented on, and brainwashed a bunch of kids. The same guy that tried to kidnap Tails.

Surge had a mental breakdown and might be dead for all Sonic knows thanks in part to Eggman's machine which gave her a power high and basically overloaded her.

Eggman attacked them the second she was no longer a threat even with a truce that was supposed to last till they were out of there.

Because of that Kit destroys the building with all of them inside and Tails gets knocked out and almost killed right along side Sonic all cause Eggman couldn't keep his end of the bargain.

I think next time Sonic see's Eggman he's not gonna play so nice and quipy like he normally does. This may have been the straw that breaks the camels back with his attitude towards Eggman. Sonic won't kill him but he's not gonna pull punches either from now on.

And Tails looks so concerned after that glare Sonic gave. He knows Sonic better than anyone else and knows how mad he actually is. Even though Sonic is down playing his anger with is words afterwards a bit, seemingly letting it go, Tails knows him well enough to pick up on the fact that Sonic's still angry. And yeah Sonic backs off and leaves but even walking away he looks pissed off. (Tails just looks tired walking away and the wisps look traumatized, bless them they need a nap after being trapped and used like that)

Any way that's just my thoughts on the new issue. Let me know what ya'll think.

#idw sonic spoilers #sonic idw issue 56 #sonic idw issue 56 spoilers #sonic idw #Sonic is just angry and done with it all #They all almost died cause Eggman can't chill for one minute #Excuse any typos I wrote this pretty quick

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Crazy about you

Summary: Eddie and y/n have been secretly hooking up for weeks. Harsh words from Jason cause their true feelings to come out.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, Eddie and y/n dance around their feelings briefly, protective Eddie, protective reader. 18+

Had to repost as my Tumblr app is being a dick.

Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work 💫💞

It started off the same as usual, both of them having an argument in Hawkins High's empty hallway.

Usually, it ended in them kissing or sneaking off to have sex. It had been this way for weeks now.

The first time was an argument in his Hellfire Club, he had been an arrogant arse all day and she went to confront him... They had sex on the large space where he set up the Dungeons and Dragons game.

After that the hookups kept happening, he still annoyed her, and they still argued but he was sweet and tender, no one had ever made her feel this way.

Still, her feelings never got in the way of her getting one over him, she was starting to believe he enjoyed it like it was a form of foreplay.

"You're are the biggest asshole, I've ever met". She huffs at him. Eddie does that cute little smile, all dimples and she's torn between kissing and yelling at him.

As normal he's being an annoying ass.

"You wound me you know? Here I was thinking you were in love with me". Eddie smirks.

The audacity of this man she growls.

"In your dreams Munson, seriously. In your dreams". She cringes because he may be right on the money about that, not that she would ever admit it.

His arm rests above her head and he's so close that it makes her tingle.

"Look at you pretty dove, I bet you're wet just at thought of me huh?". He leans down, his lips close to hers.

She had to give it to him, for an annoying ass he was charming as hell.

"Someone will see us". She points out to him but both know neither gives a fuck who did see.

"Can see it now... The entire school body in a tizzy because the resident good girl is fucking Eddie the freak Munson".

She shrugs not caring about anyone's opinions on the matter pulling him in for a breathtaking kiss that leaves him with his eyes wide and a dazed little smile on his face.

Score one for her she smirks and blows him a kiss as she goes.

Y/n - 1

Eddie - 0

💖

Being at the popular table had it's perks but the cons were beginning to out weigh the pros.

Jason is one of the biggest reasons she is distancing herself from them, who cared about all the hierarchy and shit at the end of the day?

"What's with your face". Jason asks her annoyed and she turns to him noticing the sniggers from her friends.

"I'm fine, back off Jason". He rolls his eyes and nudged his teammate Jordan.

"You know, no wonder no one's asked you to prom with that attitude, you're such a stuck-up little asshole at times".

The chatter at the table freezes and she feels her body warm in embarrassment at a few of the people at it.

Only Chrissy isn't laughing and tells Jason to stop being a dick but she's heard enough and gets up.

He grabs her wrist and it is such a tight, grip that she snaps at him fuming that he's touched her in such a way.

She walks out trying to hide her tears.

He's wrong about prom she has been asked, she just doesn't seem to want to go with anyone.

Eddie... she smiles a little imagining being with him at prom, it would be so much fun and the longing in her heart builds.

Someone touches her arm and she jumps, then notices that it's Eddie and wipes her eyes.

His concerned look touches her heart and she doesn't argue when he takes her hand and leads her outside.

Anger clouds his features and he's throwing off major protective vibes.

"Let me see your wrist?". She holds it out and he takes it his gaze tender and his touch tender as he eyes the dark bruising.

"I can go back inside and punch him out right?". He seethes and she rests her hand against his chest.

"I'm okay, he's a dick. Don't get into trouble because of him". His jaw tenses and she cuddles into him, surprising them both.

He pauses listening to her rant.

"He hurt you". He snarls and she soothes him, eventually, his tense body softens and he holds her.

"I'm fine, he was being an ass about prom, called me a stuck-up bitch and said that's why no one asked me, guys have asked me it's just not who I wanted to ask me and honestly? I'm not even sure I want to go in the first place".

"Well ditch it. I'm not going, couldn't give a shit, he pauses and frowns, what asshole asked you?". His brown eyes darken and she smiles thrilled that he cares.

"You sound jealous". He presses his body to hers and kisses her neck.

"Maybe, but let's face it. None of the fuckers who asked you could ever please you as I can".

Cocky shit. She does agree with him though and the guys who did ask only did it to go with a cheerleader, they didn't care about her.

His expression softens.

"If you did want to go... I would go with you if you wanted me to". He murmurs and she smiles contented.

She feels elated.

"I'd like that, I'd really like that Eddie but I don't want you to be bored or anything, I know it's not your scene".

He smiles.

"I don't know. I admit the music will be cheesy as fuck but I get to dance with you and I may even wear a suit".

"With your leather jacket on because that would be hot". He nods along with her.

"You drive me crazy sweetheart but I'm also completely crazy for you, I'd do anything to see you smile".

"I'm crazy about you too Ed's". His lips meet hers and she kisses him back fiercely.

💖

The minute she enters the cafeteria and hears Jason's ranting about the Hellfire Club she looks over finding Eddie's face tightening in anger as Jason looms over the table.

Asshole. She grits her teeth, no, no more.

"Jason, leave him alone !" she calls and he turns to her rolling her eyes and he pushes her away. Eddie gets up at that point snapping.

"You really are looking for my fist in your face huh?". Eddie rages.

Jason laughs.

"What the fuck? You think y/n would want to be with you Munson? Freak extradionare, low life".

She punches him, she can't believe she did it but she does, shit she's never violent but he's such a condescending smug asshole.

Eddie grins at her proudly, moving Jason out of the way, he hovers over her protectively ready for Jason's reaction as the Hellfire boys chatter excitedly.

Jason gapes and his jaw drops completely at Eddie's arm around her.

"You're letting that freak touch you". She looks at him mischievous.

"I let him do a lot more than that". She watches the dawning horror on his features and he splutters backing away.

"Freaks, you're both freaks". She grins, yup and proud of it and then pouts at Eddie.

"My hand hurts, it was worth it, but it hurts".

He kisses her hand gently ignoring a still babbling Jason and holds her tight.

"All better baby,". He sits down, pulls her onto his knee and she rests her head against his chest, very excited for their future together and for prom that was only a few weeks away.

💖

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Gentle’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- a very very very long ass fic as my Christmas present to you all, i got very carried away. a very enemies to lovers, angsty, smutty, jealous Stephen fic for u cause i too am a slut for it. ENJOY U WHORES x

The tension was white hot with hatred, it was as if you were both being treated like naughty children that didn't know how to get along. What made it all the more hilarious was the fact that it was true. You hated Stephen Strange. Stephen Strange hated you. It was an undeniable fact, your hatred for him went far and wide into the endless horizon, deeper than the pit of a black hole, the feeling of deplorablity so strong whenever he opened his mouth it was about to consume you whole.

Stephen's feelings towards you was just as negative. Although he found it slightly cute the way you would get into a hissy fit just because of him, the thing is he had no problem admitting that you were hot, just extremely annoying and way too assertive. Finding a need to point out every single problem without putting in the effort to fix it, you were a control freak; it was enough to fuck with anyone's head, let alone one of the most powerful magic weilders of all time.

Tony had to put an end to this when a brawl broke out between you two. You punched him in the face and left him with a bloody nose.

Tony had to do something about it: designated sessions for you both in an attempt to diagnose the problem between that made you feel this way. Though it wasn't be being supervised another fight could break out but no one was willing to listen to you both bitch and moan for an hour every week.

It was like couples therapy without the couple or the therapist. Lucky you, this will surely solve all of these engorged problems!

You were both metaphorically being grabbed by the ear and sat down in by Tony, leaving you alone in locked room with Stephen Strange. The man who has cockiness in his blood and is ego incarnate, the man who was blinded by his own self interest. It was taking you all of your night not to give him another bloody nose/

‘’You guys are going to be locked in this room for an hour every week, okay? Sort your shit out or so help me God I'll kick you both out.’’ Tony yelled, you hadn't seen him this fed up in a while. Slamming the door shut, you were left alone with him

Stephen was sat infront of you, bloody and bruised with an unwelcoming scowl indented on his face. The table was the only thing between you. Therapy sessions were not going to fix any of this. It was all far too shattered to even be considered.

Bitter silence encompassed the room but you didn't want to break it first, he didn't deserve your words.

‘’Okay, I'll go first since you've seemingly forgot how to talk, which I thought was entirely impossible. You're fucking insane.’’ Stephen smiled at you sarcastically, voiced laced in venom as his eyes bore into yours.

‘’Maybe you're just unbareable and I wanted to put myself out of my own misery.’’ You crossed your arms in defense.

‘’Okay, okay listen...Do you seriously want to get kicked off the team? Or are we still going to keep doing this? It's all in your hands at this point because I'm done with all of it, I don't care if it's real or not. I don't want to be sitting here and doing this right now.’’ Stephen was actually being sincere for once, finally letting his anger get the best of him. He was so frustrated with all of it. Tired of this little dance he has to endure with you.

You let the words hang in the air for a while, stunned with how he's reacting to all of it; most of the time he's a sarcastic smart ass, this was the most emotional you've ever seen him.

‘’Okay fine. Let's do this your way. Let's get all of these feelings off our chests, okay? I'll go first this time.’’ You leaned forward on the table, defensive and snarky as always but willing to actually get to the root of your hatred for him.

‘’You're an asshole.’’ You stated simply.

‘’Boo fucking hoo. Everyone experiences that from me, you're not special.’’

‘’Nobody should have to experience it at all, Stephen!’’ You yelled exasperated.

‘’You know what I think? You have an injustice complex. Everyone needs to be treated fairly and all that shit. Sweetheart, the world doesn't work that way and you know it so I don't know why you're trying to reinforce it.’’ He snarled, looking you right in the eye to see if his words cut enough to make you flinch.

‘’Call me sweetheart again and I'll burn you in your bed.’’

‘’Sweetheart, you'll never get anywhere near my bed.’’

Your fists clenched, taking all of your might not to punch him in the teeth.

———

Another week passed and you weren't getting anywhere near to resolving this prolonged feud. You were both dragged to the locked box again. Natasha literally had to find you thanks to you hiding away as a means to not go.

Stephen was actually willing to end this cruelty by trying to get you to open up to get this over with quicker so it'll be easy to convice the rest that you can get along.

The walls felt like they were closing in, the paint becoming thicker and thicker with every second you were both breathing the same air. Hogging the oxygen in the process with the snarky, sarcastic sighs and the groans into palms.

Winced faces met once more in another hour of unrelenting torture: being alone together.

‘’Let's try this again shall we?’’ You smiled fakely.

‘’I think you're scared.’’

‘’Who the fuck do you think you are trying to psychoanalyse me?’’

‘’I'm a fucking doctor, of course I'm going to psychoanalyse you. You don't strike me as stupid, so stop trying your best to fall into that category.’’ He retaliated.

‘’Go ahead then, doctor. Floor me.’’ You squinted your eyes at him, hoping to throw him off.

‘’ You're scared of not having control.’’

‘’I'm not.’’ You were certain that he was pulling this out of his ass...well, you tried your best to convince yourself he was on the outside. But to your dismay and frustration, he was right. It was your biggest insecurity and you hated that he could see right through it. You just wished that you were laid back and could go with the flow like other people, but it felt like a mystery to you in terms of achieving it.

‘’Yes you are.’’ Stephen was sure of it, anyone with a brainstem could see it.

‘’What's it to you?’’

‘’It makes you difficult to work with to say the least. I mean I'm not the poster boy or advocate for being a team player but it's like you're scared of working with anyone else, even a person with the same skill set as you.’’

Your glare softened a little at his deduction.

‘’Condescending.’’ You muttered.

‘’Just smart.’’ He said deadpan.

‘’See that's another issue I have with you. You think you know everything. How am I supposed to work with someone who doesn't value my opinion or my ideas or my plans? You can't reprimand me for being scared to work with other people when you phsyically can't.’m

‘’But we have to learn to deal with it. I have. Now it's your turn.’’ Stephen was stern but you knew he wasn't wrong, it made you uncross your arms and breathe out slowly. Your gaze was still hard, eyebrows creased to form that angry little 'v' between your brows.

You used the fleeting time to look at him in this manufacture, squinting your eyes slightly Stephen looked stoic as always but you could tell he was wilting a little on the inside, exhausted with the way that it turned out this way. His hair was a mess probably due to his incessant need to run his fingers through it. In this light his blue eyes seemed even more cereulean, the blue turning into azure and then shifting to emerald green. It was as if autumn and summer was swirling in his eyes. It was a myraid of different shades, a smattering of colours you wouldn't be able to see if you didn't get this close to him; no one ever really got close to him. They were almost ...hypnotic. Almost like you could get lost in them.

You shook yourself out of your daze. Stephen noticed the way your body was less tense, as if you were finally opening yourself up and actually allowing him to see through the snarky remarks and eye rolls. In the dim light of the room, you really were beautiful when your face wasn't full of distain. He cocked his head slighty at the change of atmopshere between you both, for once you weren't letting yourself fight against it. The silence wasn't uncomfortable. It was just...silence.

‘’You going to the party tomorrow?’’ You blurted cracking through the silence, unsure as to why you were even asking him but your tongue was quicker than your brain.

‘’Have to. Are you?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ You said softly. He hasn't heard your voice be as soft as that, light and whistful- as if you were contemplating something. Something he couldn't trace his finger on.

——-

Stephen groaned going into the humdrum of people he was indefinitely smarter than, but he just had to grin and bear it. He was sure it was a test to see if you and him had actually made some progress with the self inflicted 'sessions.' It was crowded, lights softly blaring into the massive space the compound provided but his eyes immediately caught attention to you.

Like a beacon. A moth to a flame. He didn't like how immediate it was, the reaction he was having wasn't something familiar. He normally associated you with hatred and sometimes beauty but here...you looked incredible....

But you weren't alone.

Stephen squinted his eyes intently as he found you being chat up by Steve Rogers of all people. Captain fucking America. You were at the bar with him, laughing non chalantly at something he said, baring a million dollar smile in the process. He hasn't seen you this relaxed...ever. Steve was close to you, close in a way that irked him. Stephen attempted to immerse himself in conversations but his gaze always harboured to you and Steve. He frowned slightly when he put a hand around your waist and gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek before ultimately leaving you at the bar to entertain everyone else.

Stephen stared at you, your dress was short, hair still retaining its wild nature even though it was obvious you tried to do it up, makeup done naturally, legs on display with impossibly high heels. He didn't like the way he was eyeing you up like a mannequin, he thought he was done for when you caught his gawk.

Stephen staring at you was extremely unnatural, something fairly out of character. You knew Tony was watching you like a hawk so you made this most of this opportunity to convince him that you didn't need any more of these sessions, that you guys were neutral.

Stephen's heart was experiencing tiny palpatations when you swayed over to him and grabbing him by the arm and taking him back to the bar. Your heels were clacking with every step you took. He struggled against you, quietly whispering obscenties at you.

‘’Calm. Down.’’ You snarled as you held onto your drink.

‘’I am calm.’’ He grunted unkindly as he stared into your eyes. Stephen wasn't sure if he was more annoyed at the fact that Steve was touching you or the fact that you were dragging him along like a child.

‘’Tony is watching, so if you want this shit to end then...Get. Along. Okay?’’You gritted between clenched teeth, your smile transparent. Your body was hot with hate and...frustration, but not the normal type of frustration.

You took a quick glance at Stephen. You knew he was looking at you for as long as he's even been here, you weren't sure if it was out of bitter distaste or an even harsher hatred than before. Stephen in a suit was something that you don't see every day, but if he wore it everyday it might be a different story between the both of you. It was haywiring your mind, the way he looked both rugged and classy at the same time was really appealing to you. You tried to shake the thought out of your head, but that little seed was planted in your mind and you were unsure it it was going to go away anytime soon.

‘’Order a drink.’’ You demanded impatiently.

‘’Tell me what to do again and you're dead.’’ Stephen threatened and it was all too serious but for some strange reason the tone in which he said it was slightly attractive. It made a unnerving shiver course down your spine.

You death stared him and it now just made you realise how close you were to him. His glare met yours and you weren't sure what was coursing through the atmosphere, the hate was palpable but there was something else... something you were too scared to identify. You knew the fact that you and Stephen weren't beating each other up was a positive sign that these little sessions were working, Tony would be happy about it. Pelting each other with threats and insults was a healthier alternative.

Stephen ordered his drink and began reluctantly sipping. You clinked your glass against his and raised an eyebrow, his company wasn't too unpleasant and although it was under duress it wasn't the worst.

You still hated him though. He still hated you. So what was going on here? Before Stephen could even think it, you were being dragged away from him.

‘’I hope this was enough to convince Tony. Steve wants me with him right now for some reason.’’ You took the last swig of your drink before ultimately letting out a low chuckle. ‘’One more second with you and I swear I would have killed myself.’’ You blinked up at him, a small smile playing at your lips.

You really couldn't deny that he was attractive, it was objective. It wasn't your own personal opinion. It was just a fact.

Stephen didn't like you being near Steve and now you were going back to him.

He probably thinks he has a chance to fuck you.

Why was he even thinking of such a thing? It was none of his business. Hell, he didn't even like you as a person.

——

You were both in the room again.

It felt different.

Neither of you were talking. Both of your minds were heavy.

The silence was dense and thick, you were both mirroring each others actions the way your arms were crossed.

‘’Enjoy the party?’’ You tried your hand at small talk, his face was stern and gruff as usual but something felt off...and you knew exactly what it was.

‘’No. You?’’ He replied almost immediately.

‘’Never really cared much about parties.’m You subconsciously teased, unsure as to what outcome you would get out of him.

Stephen now knew exactly what he wanted. He didn't think it was possible but it's what he wanted. He really couldn't deny it for any longer. Stephen thought of alternative ways to channel his hatred for you: fucking you. Hard. Until you were crying, it was more than you deserved after all the shit you put him through. You were as irresistable as you were a hard ass. The small smirk on your face was making him clench his hands slightly, you were a tease and you knew you were. Maybe all of this hatred turning into nasty, disrespectful hate sex was inevitable. Stephen was sure he was losing his mind, he wasn't thinking clearly...but the answers to all of his problems were clear as day.

The silence creeped into the atmosphere once more.

‘’You fuck him?’’ Stephen said very curtly, his voice husky, as if he was asking a completely casual question. You were sure you were about to choke on your own surprise and breath. You knew he was talking about Steve, you brightened at the fact he was jealous, slightly aroused at his incredibly direct nature.

‘’Yeah. I liked it. Very…gentle.’’ You smiled, a little bit of your teeth peeking out as you did so. He knew you were being honest about it and he didn't like that, Stephen didn't know he could harbour so much hate for a woman yet get angry at the fact other people wanted her. It was an uncontrollable paradox.

‘’Good for you.’’ Stephen said lowly, it was hard to differentiate if he said it in a tone that was mad, annoyed, sarcastic or anything else. It was just blank.

‘’Tony probably didn't believe our stunt, that's why we're still here.’’ You crossed your legs trying to stifle your arousal.

‘’Don't think it was as bad to when we first started. Is it?’’ Stephen asked with a heavy voice. Why was it was so hot? The way he talked was... doing things to you. The sexual tension couldn't even be cut with a chainsaw.

It was as if prolonged silences were always following you both whenever you were near each other now. It was such a drastic change to when all you would do was scream at each other. Now it was just searching for the right words to speak, but your tongue was forgetting what language to speak in due to the way he was looking at you. Stephen's eyes were the definition of intense heady sex.

You needed to stop thinking about the man you hated in such a way, but how could you stop when he was looking at you like that?

‘’Can I ask you something?’’ You said without thinking.

‘’Anything.’’

‘’Fuck me?’’

Stephen thought he was dreaming, the way something so crude rolled off of your tongue so sweetly was making his mouth water. He was able to keep his stern exterior even though his mind was short circuiting, there was something so inherently wrong with him, with you both. Twisting hatred into heated sexual desire. He wanted it so bad though. So bad it was good. Your face told him you weren't bluffing, the way your thighs were clamping together under the table only reinforced the fact.

He let out a scoff, leaning back in his chair before ultimately getting up and prowling his way to you. It was as if time was being warped, it was so slow but he was finally standing infront of you. You were still sitting down in your seat and from this light he looked more intimating than ever.

Stephen's fingers traced the outlines of your face softly, the pads of his fingers barely grazing the skin; his thumb brushed over your full lower lip.

His gaze eased when your breath caught in your throat.

‘’Rough?’’ He muttered. brows slightly creasing. You nodded, eyes gleaming and bright. ‘’You finally not in control?’’ You nodded again.

His thumb continuously kept brushing your lower lip, you were impulsive and impatient and couldn't take it anymore. You caught his thumb between your pearly white teeth leaving small indents on his skin. He let out a small scoff at your action, so lewd and naughty in your ministrations. Stephen's smirk told all. You began suckling on his thumb and coated it with your saliva, swirling your tongue on it in the process. You finally let him go with a pop, you let out a shaky exhale.

You gasped when he slapped you across the face, you didn't expect it at all.

It felt really really good. Wetness began gushing onto your panties. As your face darted to the side, he brought it back and held your draw tightly in a cupids chokehold. Your eyes were wide in need. Stephen loved that he got you like this. He couldn't wait to show you more.

Stephen helped standing you up and your mouth was open slightly, the air was insanely thick it was unbreathable. Oxygen was replaced with fire. Your mouth slanted against his hard, Stephen's lithe muscle tangling with yours in a fight for control; he was right: you didn't like relinquishing control but in this case you were willing to give in. Stephen's mouth was leading you to places you'd never been, he tasted heavenly. Stephen was drunk off the taste of you, it was apparent by the way his hands wouldn't let go of the sides of your neck. He was the one in charge now.

Something you were sure wouldn't have happened in a million years. But here you both are. Panting and breathing into each others mouths.

Stephen's coarse calloused palms travelled from your neck to your waist as he sat you down on the table. He slotted inbetween your thighs easily, you finally opened up to him after all this time. You smirked slightly as he felt his chest cave slightly, his breathing was slow and heavy only adding to the fiery atmosphere. You were arching into him with every kiss he planted on your addicting lips.

‘’This what you want? Me fucking you on the table?’’ He breathed between kisses. already reaching for the hem of your shirt and taking it off of your body.

‘’Yes.’’ You whined under your breath. You clawed at his back to get his shirt off but he reached behind him and discarded it in one move. His muscles were rippling, the bulk of his biceps were daunting; it only made you that much wetter.

You were his easel, begging for art- undressing you with his voice alone.

Stephen's hands roamed the span of your back, searching for your bra clasp and unhooking it one by one as a means to tease you. His kisses travelled to your neck, leaving goosebumps and blossiming purple bites in his wake.

‘’Fucking tease.’’ You spat out. He was going far too slow for your pleasure. ‘’I said rough you idiot.’’

With that he ripped your bra off of you and discarded it to the other side of the room. His nimble fingers immediately travelled to your pants, he slid them down alongside your underwear. The fact he got you naked this fast was beyond you. Stephen was revelling in your bare body, perfection wasn't even near what you looked like right now. He'd always undress you with his eyes but even he couldn't have envisioned this. You smirked as his eyes raked up and down your body, they were darkening at every moment he had them on you; he grasped at your jaw harshly.

‘’I heard you, baby. You wanted me in control, right? So let me give it to you.’’ Stephen gritted in your ear before suckling on the space below it.

He pushed you down on the table. Hard.

When he fawned over you, your hands immediately slid to grab his face but he stopped you by pinning them back down against either side of your head.

You stifled out a moan as he began kissing and biting from your neck to your collarbone until he reached his final goal of your tits. His mouth devoured them hungrily and all you could do was convulse against him, his teeth tugged at your nipples and wildfire began zipping through your core.

‘’Stephen! P-please!’’ You began trembling under him. Jesus, the man was making you shake. Your ego has been bruised indefinitely.

‘’Open that pretty little mouth again and I'll edge you for weeks.’’ He threatened with a low grumble, he was all too serious and that just made you even wetter.

You gawked at him heavy lidded and dumbfounded as he tugged his pants down, your arms and legs were clinging onto him for dear life. Stephen stroked his dick a few times before swiping up and down your wetness, you were soaked and he let out a low chuckle. He reminded himself of what you said earlier, Steve was 'gentle.

‘’Gentle.’’ He whispered to himself with a laugh as he looked down at your sparkling eyes, he definitely wasn't going to keep himself on a leash. His mocking of Steve Rogers made his ego soar.

Stephen thrusted into you, stretching you out and making a moan rip through your throat. You covered your mouth with your hand to conceal your loud moans.

‘’Let them out.’’ He reassured, pulling your hand away from your mouth. With every stroke, his breath became more heavy.

He set a brutal pace and it made your eyes water, thunderous almost. The tips of your noses were touching as you were gazing intensely and deeply into each others eyes. A tear strayed free and rolled down your cheek and he brushed it away with his thumb. The more you clenched, the fast her went.

Jesus fuck, you were gripping onto him so tightly as if you were vacuum sealed to his dick. And with that he was becoming more swift and confident in his movements, fucking you out as if you were his own personal doll.

You were so close to the edge, a stray bite on your jaw was enough to make you lose it. A high pitched pornograhic moan erupted from your mouth and he swallowed it as his lips latched against yours once again. Stephen felt your wetness leak onto him and like the gentleman he was, he finished after you. Painting yours insides a thick white with a gutteral groan.

Panting against your skin, your eyes were lust clouded and wide as he found himself being lost in them. Your pupils darted from feature to feature, your mind was taking a fantastical snapshot of this one moment. The moment in which you experienced post coital bliss and realisation with the man you hated so much for so long. The fact he experienced intense throes of passion with you of all people was messing up his head.

‘’How quickly can you get my clothes?’’ Your eyes were wide in panic as you were sure anyone was about to walk in at any minute.

‘’I'm still in you.’’ Stephen chuckled lowly.

‘’Put your fucking pants up and get my clothes.’’ You demanded hastily but Stephen actually listened to you for once.

It was a liability being like this, but what could he say. He was hoping he would be able to sneak moments like this with you for as long as you had him.

You were starting to think that this was a mistake…now that it started….you'd have him anywhere and you wouldn't be able to stop.

——

idk where this shit came from tbh but i spent 4 hours on it help

#dr stephen strange #dr strange angst #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange x y/n #stephen strange smut #dr strange smut #stephen strange

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Kyle Brofloski/ Eric Cartman (onesided) Eric Cartman/ Yentle (SP two-parter)

/Selfishness/ [part 2 ⬇️] 》》》》 [part 1]

~~~~~~~~~

After that day he only witnessed Cartman get closer to Yentle, he couldn't do much cause he feared people or Stan will pick up what was actually going on.

Still he did his research, printing piles of Cartman's criminal history, heading towards her house; that was across the block from his.

Knocking carefully the front door.

"Yeah?" She answered, tilting confused as she eyed him, "omy God, did Eric send you to give me a romantic note? He's such a tease~" she beamed in thought, guessing his why arrival.

"No, Yentle. I need to talk to you seriously," frowning slightly annoyed by that.

Her face went blank before gesturing to come in.

He pass her a notebook full of Cartman's shit, watching how the girl eyed carefully each page. The silent of the room was piercing deadly at his chest. He can only imagine how disappointed Cartman would be after being rejected by Yentle.

But, he can't say he feels any sorta of guilt for it.

Tapping his foot lightly desperately wanting to hear or see a reaction from her. Making sure it was a definitive she'll leave him alone.

But she seemed a little too unfazed by it, passing the notebook back to him. And pushing him to go towards the door as 'you should leave now.'

"Don't you have anything to say?" He asked confused by her lack of reaction.

"Eh, my dad has done worse," She shrugged before slamming the door in front of him.

He shuddered by the noise emitted, but he was left even more confused by what that meant, but it wasn't even remotely close of how angered he was for not achieving his goal.

Being back home gave him the freedom to look in to Yentle's own history, it didn't seem there was much more to the girl from what she had displayed in school but it seems her family was quite a reckless one. Her father was sent to a mental clinic two years ago because of his bad schizophrenia and murderous tendencies, he actually caused a lot of shit back in New York, which in one of those bad episodes was sent off to the clinic.

Her mother on the other side seem to be a narcissistic freak, the head of a model industry to be in fact. You can already see the arrogant personality in her interviews and written web articles describing her. She was definitely not the nicest person to deal with for what it's shown.

In his eyes this seem like a very a sad case, Yentle didn't seem to have a good and happy life.

The complete opposite of what she shows in school.

Maybe she can't even tell the difference between what was right for her and.. Cartman.

Cartman was like a mixture of both her parents, something she's already grown accustomed. So she probably found familiarity in him, but then again, he doubted Cartman would show his tendencies if he attempted to curt her.

°°°°

They were at starks pond enjoying their evening with no bother of the world until it was interrupted by no other then..

"Let's play gay chicken," Cartman blurted outta the blue.

"Okay," Kenny not so surprisingly agreeing to it, with zero hesitation, just searching for some fun and entertainment.

However he and Stan on the other side..

"Fuck no, dude!" Stan exclaimed baffling by the suggestion.

"No," He blankly stated, not very convincing.

The idea of being able to kiss Cartman with out it being questioned made him actually considered it.

His eyes landed straight on his lips as he heard Stan kept backing down to the idea.

"C'mon, Stan. Stop being such a pussy. Or are you afraid that you might actually like it?" Cartman taunt in his usual manner while Kenny snickered next to him.

"Shut up, fatboy. I'm not playing that shit."

"Aweee, you afraid you'll fall madly in love with you best friend~?" He kept edging Stan to his limits before he ceased in.

"Okay, fine," reluctantly giving up, "Kyle are you in?" He asked lightly.

"Fuck, no way dude." He denied with his head, even though internally he was already driving himself crazy to suck and flavor ever inch of Cartman's pink thin looking lips.

"Don't be a pussie, Kyle. If I'm doing it you're doing it too," Stan said with much more determination, probably just wanting it to get it over it before it even started.

He frowned but didn't protest on it, looking at Cartman who gestured them to form a circle.

"Rule number one, no one should know about this."

"As if we wanted people to know we kissed a fatass," Stan remarked sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"For your information, hippie, I'm a good kisser."

"Uhuh sure."

"Second rule, whoever budges out will have no complaints with our dares."

"Fair," Kenny added, beaming mischievously.

"Okay, that's much it," Cartman shrugged uninterested on adding anything else.

"Who goes first?" Kenny asked now looking at them expectantly.

"Well I suppose, if hippie dick right here has no worries about falling in love with my amazing kisses." Cartman once more gesture Stan in a provoking manner.

"Fuck you, dude," Stan blurted out but took the unspoken challenge, "watch yourself I don't want you to fall for me, fatboy."

"As if," Cartman chuckled in a laugh, before placing his face inches apart from Stan.

He and Kenny watched expectantly, eyeing the two boys In curiosity who just casually glared at each other before reluctantly closing the gap between their lips.

A small gasp came out from his mouth as he watched his friends make out.

Images of him and Cartman doing exactly that in a couple of minutes dreaded him.

Stan reluctantly placed his hands on Cartman's shoulders a minute after before moving his face away. Pretty much giving in the lost.

"Ha!" Cartman pointed at him victorious.

"Yeah, I can't keep this up man.." Stan winced in displeasure finally moving apart from him.

Cartman beamed while rubbing frantically his hands eyeing Kenny as if they were already sharing what to give Stan as punishment.

They made Stan pee on top of a police officer's car hood as they took a picture as evidence and– to laugh about it later. Running back to their first spot to continue the game.

"Stan, being our loser you must kiss the person of our choice," Cartman said in an arrogant manner making Stan huff.

"Jewboy if you give us the honor," He toothly grin, gesturing with his hand towards Stan.

He watched worrisome, as he gulped looking at his best friend in a mutual awkwardly stare.

Feeling his hands sweet he open and closed them a couple of times before leaning in to Stan's plastering their lips together, eyes now wide opened as he winced already feeling so weirded out by it, Stan pushing away after seconds in immediately sharing the same sentiment.

"Sorry, dude. But this is weird as fuck, it's like kissing family," he blurted out, eyes were still processing the whole thing.

He nodded frantically in understanding, he didn't like it all.

Cartman groaned loud, "uuuuuggggh you're all such pussies. We'll just wait after the next loser to give your dare, Hippie," he declared, gesturing Kenny; who grinned devilish.

Knowing that piece of shit he probably already made up a whole strategy to make them lose.

Moving excited, Kenny place himself in middle of the circle waiting for his competitor.

"Okay, so considering Stan is a pussie bitch and lost two times, I'll give this round to Kahal," Cartman stated smugly, shoving his hands inside his pockets.

"Hey, no fucking fair dude!? Kenny's a perv!" He exclaimed in disbelief.

"C'mon, Kyle. Do this for me," Stan pleaded with sad puppy eyes, clasping his hands together.

"Yeah, ky~ I'll be gentle," Kenny teased while Cartman howled in laughter.

"Make sure he loses, Ken," Cartman call him out, still having that annoying grin on him.

Kenny taunting nodded his head as he hummed some song.

And with out warning he smashed their lips together, he heard Stan gasped and Cartman snickering. Kenny kept on digging his tongue inside his mouth as he winced and tried to follow back, Kenny slid his hands on his chest provoking him to move backwards with he pushed forward in a huffed almost pushing him away, but backing down cause he didn't want to give that fatass the win.

It kept going for like two minutes before Kenny declared he was accepting the defeat.

"Can't keep it up, man," he sighed disappointed, panting heavily as he tried grasping for some air.

On the other end he was glad it was over, he felt like in any second he was gonna budge out.

"Dammit, kinny! What the fuck! You said you were good at that shit," Cartman exclaimed pissed off, he couldn't help but smile smugly by that

"I underestimated Kyle's determination on giving you that lost, fatboy," Kenny guessed right on his persistent.

He wiped with his hand any remaining saliva and licked his now drying lips, glaring daringly at Cartman.

"Sweet, that means it's our turn to pick the next player," Stan commented now more enthusiastic, pointing at Cartman with a grin as he gesture Kenny, "your turn, fatboy."

"Goddammit" he mustered after, accepting his lost, before smirking lightly at Kenny, "bring it up poor boy."

"I'll make you cum," Kenny teased, grabbing him from the waist.

"As if," Cartman rolled his eyes, resting his arms on his shoulders.

Both furiously began making out, Kenny with a loud thumped dropped Cartman on the ground gripping his brown hair as Cartman began sliding his hands under his jacket touching Kenny's bare skin.

"Wow.. is that how we're supposed to play..?" Stan murmured still not taking his eyes off the two, bewildered by the intense playing of their friends.

Kyle bit his tongue holding in his jealousy, gripping his side as tension was felt in his body. The only thing that kept him from kicking Kenny off was by imagining himself in his place.

It was like three minutes until Cartman began gasping for air calling in a truce.

"No truce, fatboy. You lost," Kenny declared, giving him a hand to stand up.

"Goddammit!" He whined childish, before kicking some dirt in a grunt.

"Alright, alright, let the actual fun begin," Kenny added, rubbing his hands frantically before pointing at Stan, "seeing you two up your assess today made me realize how funny it is to piss you guys off, why not you give me the honors, Stanley?"

"God, give me the fatass again," Stan complained, chugging in some air before stomping his way towards Cartman.

"Aye! Watch yourself," Cartman warned, cupping Stan cheeks in a desperate attempt to lead.

He puckered his lips planting them on Stan, now best friend knew how to keep up the pace of the game, running his hand on Cartman's back then yanking lightly his hair.

Cartman began following Stan's lead as he was let slammed against a tree, Stan towering Cartman licking his lips before sucking them again.

He glance at Kenny who was recording discreetly while snickering silently.

"So, are we placing our dares after the game's over?" Kenny asked out loud, receiving a muffled as a 'yes' from Cartman who gripped hardly on Stan's messy hair.

This gay motherfucker was letting himself get riddled up by Stan, he was far from comfortable seeing both his best friend and Cartman make out in a desperate attempt of dominance.

Well, sorta if you don't count Cartman uncharacteristically rubbing his crotch against Stan's leg making the other groaned in response biting his down lip sliding his tongue inside his mouth one last time before calling quits.

"Alright, you fucking win, Cartman," he surrender almost dizzy, his hands raise up in the air.

"Sweet," Cartman mustered out laying himself against the tree arms crossed behind his neck, "you're next with Kenny."

Stan looked worrisome at the boy in question, who just licked his lips in a playful manner.

"Better do me just like Cartman, Stanley boy~"

Stan gulped, knowingly what he was about to get in to.

In a matter of seconds, Kenny lunged on to Stan gripping his waist and dragging him to the same tree he was previously pinning Cartman, now lifting him up as his legs hold on to Kenny's waist.

Stan yelped by the abrupt gesture, trying to grasp his hands on Kenny's cheeks but wasn't let to as Kenny shove harshly his tongue against him crashing their teeth together, opening his eyes in surprise.

"Damn, Ken's upping his game," Cartman mustered while checking out his nails, unfazed by the scenery.

In less than seconds Stan pulled away accepting once more defeat.

"Fuck no, dude! You crazy beast," He exclaimed grasping for any bit of air given.

Kenny licked his teeth in a beaming victory, then smiling innocently.

Now looking at Kyle with mischievous eyes and slowing eying Cartman while the fatboy laughed at Stan.

He gulped already knowing who was up next, twitching fingers as his nerves grew.

"Eric~" Kenny sang, getting Cartman to look at him, "pew pew!" He pointed in a 'bang-bang' manner at both himself and Cartman.

Cartman expression went flat, but immediately covered it up with a grinned.

"Alright, gaywad bring it on," Cartman challenged him already in the middle of the circle.

He unintentionally licked his lips moving forward and getting closer to him, already feeling himself be dragged by the heating feeling but a ring resonated loudly coming from Cartman's pocket making him stop in tracks.

Cartman took out his phone to check who it was, immediately answering the incoming call.

"Yentle?" He beamed excited, biting his nails intrigued, holding on to the phone for dear life.

Slightly walking away from him as he indulge in the conversation he was having.

"Ofcourse I'm available!" He exclaimed, almost forgetting he was being watch by three pair of eyes, "Yeah, yeah! I'll pick you up, see you there." And with that he hang up before walking away.

"Hey, what the fuck dude!?" He finally exclaimed angry, "are you chickenin' out?" He excused his jealous and disappointed outburst.

Cartman didn't bothered looking back, "Yentle just asked me out on a date! I ain't losing my chances by spending my time on you losers," he answered casually, his voice growing lower as he was far apart.

"What about your dare, fatboy!" Stan screamed offended.

"Eh, I'll do it later, bye faggots!" Gesturing them the middle finger as he ditched them running away.

He tsk, clenching his fist tightly.

He couldn't bat an eye that night, still anger eating every inch of his body digging his nails against his skin until he felt blood dripping out from his palms, he tried distracting himself scrolling through his phone but he immediately regretted it as he saw a post from Yentle of a photo of her and Cartman infront of a movie theater; fatass laying his head on her shoulders smiling widely as she peace signed.

Caption: 'best night ever! 📌 @ EricCart_brah'

Cartman was the first to comment back with a 'madly in love with the most beautiful jew💕'

He threw harshly his phone to the wall in a huff, as he grunted under the covers, digging his nails furious in his pillow.

°°°°

"God, what happened to your screen?" Stan asked as he eyed his phone.

"It's just the screen protector," he mustered out not with much energy, scrolling endlessly on his social media.

He was in a bad mood.

Cartman and Kenny walked their way, and he greeted 'cheerfully', "hey, gay chicken."

"Seriously, Kahal? Is this how we are gonna play," Cartman rolled his eyes, but his smirk never vanished, "you guys should guess what happened yesterday."

"What?" Stan asked, glancing his way.

"I finally asked Yentle if we can go out this Friday night, I'm planning to finally ask her to be my girlfriend," he said cheerful, pride spread in those upward curled lips.

"Congrats man, wish you luck"

"Why thank you, Stan," he kept smiling, now glancing at him, "not gonna say anything, Kyel?"

"What's there to say? You're a gay chicken, wussed out on a dare."

"I did not wuss out on my dare, in a matter of fact I did it this morning. Kenny gave it to me the moment I stood out from my house," he defensively gesture Kenny who raised his hands in surrender.

"Oh shit, really?," Stan interested peeked in, "what did you give him, Ken?"

Kenny smirked taking out his phone.

"Dude, you did not smack Heidi Turners ass," Stan said baffled eying the video of Cartman doing exactly that at a pissed off Heidi.

"He also got the whopping of his life," Kenny added howling in laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Cartman roll his eyes to that, "atleast she didn't accused me for sexual harassment."

"Oh shit, now that I look closer, you cover up your bruises with makeup?" Stan eyed Cartman closer.

"Yup, I have to look good for Yentle today, we're gonna go out for lunch this evening," Cartman explained with added disinterest.

"She did you bad," Stan continued snickering as he kept watching the video; now Heidi had Cartman pinned down in the ground punching him on the face endlessly a whining Cartman was heard in full blast.

'NAAH!! STOPP HEIDI STOPP! BWAAAAAH!'

'YOU PIECE OF SHIT!'

'AHHHH!! NYAAAH!'

'QUIT CRYING I DIDN'T EVEN PUNCHED YOU THAT TIME!?'

'¡YoU hIt mE iN mY aRm!'

With that they burst in to laughter and he couldn't help but smile because that was indeed hilarious. Cartman huffed, crossing his arms while they kept pissing themselves with all that humorous cry.

He glance at Cartman's lips, the disappointing feeling surging up again, watching back in sadness the road.

He waited until lunch time to grab Cartman by the collar, dragging him out to the back of the school.

"Owe! Kahal, what the fuck!?" He whined in protest finally letting go, "Jesus you've been acting like some rabid hymen."

"It's hyena, dumbass," he deadpan corrected, "you've never back down from a fight, fatass what's your deal?"

"What?," Cartman blurted out confused, "I haven't back down on anything, didn't you see how I took Heidi's ass whooping? That's some determination I got there."

"I'm talking about the challenge! You bailed like a complete pussy!" He screamed in an acussing manner.

Cartman eyed him amused, "OHH– I completely forgot about that shit."

"Ofcourse you did, cause now days you've only been a whipped bitch. You're completely acting like a love stuck Stan."

"Aye! Low blow right there! I'm in love, and being in love changes you in many ways, Kahal! I'm distracted cause I don't want to lose my chance with Yentle. I got alot of competition out there, dude! Try to understand where I'm coming from.

I'm still me and I won't change for some chick," he exclaimed frustrated, exhaling heavily as he rubbed his temples, "I just want to make things serious with Yentle and I'll go back to my usual self, kahal.

Yentle is special to me, I don't want to lose her."

He huffed crossing his arm, dismissively.

"Then lets finished were we left off," he sneered, causing Cartman to raise his brows in surprise.

"What? You mean like.. right now?" Eying the isolated area before looking his way, "wouldn't that make it gay..? I mean, we're completely alone and there's no other witnesses here and-"

"Chicken?"

"No! I just- I think it's kinda weird to suggest.. I don't think I'm comfortable knowing there's no one else.. the whole point about witnesses is for it to seem it's a challenge and not two boys seemingly wanting to experiment," he kept on blabbering, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Fine," he spat sternly, looking for the first stray dog he could find, placing it in front of them, "there. Now there's a witness, comfortable now, fatass?."

Cartman arched a brow looking at the dog that was licking its balls, scratching his head in confusion.

"I don't know.. it kinda feels like you're actually desperate for me to–"

"KISS ME OR I'LL FOREVER CALL YOU A CHICKEN BACKTRACKING LOSER"

"Alright Goddamn!" Cartman exclaimed nervously ceading in, "who put you such immense piles of sand up your vagina," he mumbled out, before tentatively placing his chubby hand on his shoulders.

He leaned instantly closing the small gap between them, finally feeling himself relaxed from that previous tension. He cupped Cartman's cheeks deepening the kiss, flavoring Cartman's mouth as he licked them entirely before shoving his tongue in him receiving a 'hmph!' From Cartman who kept his hands still on his shoulders seemingly not moving a single muscle just letting him lead the entire thing.

He frowned already feeling the lack of hand grabbing from the opposite; with Stan and Kenny he was all over the place but with him he was all stiff and tense, it was really making him feel unwanted.

Which technically he was.. but still.

He began gently caressing Cartman's cheek with his thumb, kissing him in small pecks before deepening it further, somehow trying to make Cartman realize his feelings with the connection they're making.

He felt Cartman's hands carefully place on his neck before sliding down his chest, slowly backing himself away breaking the kiss. Eying him fanatically, still grasping what happened.

"I think.. I'll accept defeat just this once," he winced out almost pitying, removing his hands off pushing him lightly away.

He looked his way with his mouth agape, swallowing hard as he saw Cartman stand up. He didn't bother looking at him as he walked off, he knew damn well Cartman just rejected his ass.

Theres no damn way Cartman wouldn't had realized his feelings by that point, he may be stupid but he wasn't that stupid.

He felt his cheeks reddened with embarrassment as tears fell their way down, feeling his throat dry up as he clenched his fist frustrated, ashamed, humiliated and defeated.

°°°°

"I'm giving you a one in lifetime opportunity here, Kyle," Cartman said while laying on his bed with his arms behind his neck, "I'm letting this slide for the sake of our broship."

He had decided to go talk with Cartman after three dense days with out giving each other a single glance, luckily it didn't seemed to be questioned by their gang.

Cartman had different classes as him out of those three days sharing atleast two classes in each day, if you exclude wednesday where it was actually one. So it wasn't outta the ordinary to not be seen around together even though at the bus stop it was very noticeable the bickery absence of the two.

Gosh, he was even pronouncing his name correctly.

"Look, dude, I personally don't want to ruined what we have."

"And I COMPLETELY agree with you on that, jew. But it's kinda hard to not act like things haven't changed if you keep giving me the googly eyes," Cartman added with a weird hand gesture signaling his eyes as he bashed his eyelashes in a dramatic effect.

"I'm not giving you "the googly eyes", fatass," he spat dryly, "I just want things to be normal between us, that's it."

"Uhuh," he rolled his eyes, seemingly not believing that.

"What?"

"Nothing–" he dragged his word, before getting off from bed, "look, just.. don't expect me to correspond of some shit like that. I may be quarter bi but that doesn't mean I have to go and accept any confused jew my way," he exclaimed not so long, placing his hands on his hips.

"I'm in love with Yentle, and I'm planning to make her my girlfriend this Friday and I don't want you getting in my way from doing that," he pointed accusatory at him

He couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Okay, fine. Friends?"

"Rivals," he corrected with a soft smile.

He frowned, but nodded reluctantly after a few seconds.

"Okay, but– now that you know about my-"

"Kahal, you better not come to me with that shit of being some clingy obnoxious pursuer, I made myself clear to you that NO gay shit!

Just us, being completely ourselves, the normal casual 'i do that, you disagree with that" type of stuff."

"Fine. But I can't promise you shit."

"Wooow, fine whatever. Just don't ruin my thing with Yentle and I won't try killing you," he shrugged, before looking through his closet, "do you want to.. play video games?"

He supposed their was no choice but to reluctantly having to accept the 'no' just this once. Even if that meant having to see the boy he's been pursuing for almost the entire years of his life get entangled with a girl who knows so little about him.

"Sure, but I take the white controller."

"What!? Nu-huh, kahal, that's the good controller!"

Even if he still didn't manage to fully do what they agreed on, having a couple of slips and making some moves on Cartman. It was still inevitable to prevent him from marrying the woman he hopelessly fell in love with and now building a family together after finishing their college years.

He won't deny Yentle has done a great job on calming Cartman down as a person, being experienced in the matter, he felt quite envious. But grateful too.

Sometimes he wonder, if he had manage to convince himself on falling to Cartman's little set up play with Yentle, would things have been different?

“Uncle Kyle, uncle Kyle!” He heard Moisha call him from outside his house, entering his home like if it were his own like a complete Cartman would. Menorah following behind, beaming.

“We got the best of news!” The girl exclaimed, now both children stood infront of him while he was just laying on the couch with a glass of wine.

“Let me guess, your father finally divorced your mother?” He responded quite unresponsive, eyes drifted to the ceiling, definetly the alcohol talking.

“Dont be silly, uncle Kyle!” Moisha ignore his obvious remark, already very use to his bitterly attitude by now, “my dad is gonna take us to disney world next week!”

“Oh, how fun,” he said sarcastically, before resting his head on the couch leaning deep of the abyss comfort as he closed his eyes.

Moisha climb the couch gripping on his shoulders shaking him frantically, “uncle Kyle stop being such a sore loser because our dad rejected your ass in high school and listen to usssss!”

“Alright, what?” He spat almost shoving the boy off, but was met with the most pleading big eyes. He soften now looking at both children.

Moisha jump back on his heels next to his sister still beaming happily, “papa said we can take two friends along with us, we were wondering if we can take Adam and Eve with us?”

He stare blankly in thought. The idea of letting his children go with the Cartman's thrilled him in many ways. But then again..

“Dont you guys not get along? Im pretty sure Adam doesn’t like you Moisha.”

“But he likes Menorah! And we don’t really have many other friends their parent would trust enough to let them go with us on a trip that long,” he admitted, sadness appearing in both their face.

“How long exactly this is?”

“Two days!”

“Pretty much the weekend, but daddy is gonna get us back on the road before 8 of the night so we arrive at south park early before school!

So mr perfect attendance won’t miss school either, and our mom and dad would be switching turns so you don’t have to worry about sleep crashing like the paranoid ass you are,” Menorah now added, also a small insult towards Adam's way.

Not that he was faze by it either, those two didn’t get along at all, but he resonated with his son’s determination to pursue the girl he likes so much.

Ironically also being a Cartman, maybe even hopeful he could have the luck or chance he wasn't given.

“Well, if you convince Adam on going, then sure, why not?” He shrugged before sipping on his wine while both kids cheered excitedly while dashing back outside.

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"The fuck dad!?" He heard his son scream from the living room slamming the front door while he was making a sandwich in the kitchen counter.

"Hmm?" He mustered still unfazed by the curses his way, finally giving a bite to his sandwich now eyeing his raged son who glared from the frame door.

"You told the Cartman's I'll be going to their lame ass trip!?"

"Well, not exactly completely settle things out–" the phone ring and he pick it up, still munching on his sandwich. "Hello? Oh, hey fatass. Yeah dude, your kids told me already," he glanced Adam's way, who was basically murdering him with a stare, "totally cool for me, was just— talking to Adam about it he's super thrilled to go. Yeah, okay. Alright then it's settle, Friday morning you can pick up my kids, m-hmm Alright, bye."

And with a clack, he hang up.

"Okay, now it's settle." He finished, giving another bite of his sandwich, now placing it on a plate.

"Dude! I had plans this Saturday. Me and the guys are going to the haunted mansion of Donovans!"

"Was. I already told Cartman you and Eve are going."

"Ughhh not fair!" He groaned exasperated.

"You know, back in my day me and your uncles would've died by the idea of going to Disneyland," he commented nostalgic, opening the fridge and grabbing some juice.

"Yeah, it's sooo fun to go to a place of greedy money eating homophobic mother fuckers and mascots that sexually assault their target audience. How fucking exciting—" he stated sarcastically, "Oh and let me add being around the most cringe lovingly family of all South Park!"

"C'mon it's not that bad."

"Would you stay a night at the Cartman's!?" He declared incredulous.

"I would if I could," he mustered, not paying much mind and grabbing a glass.

"Ugh, here you go again with your creepy obsession with uncle Eric."

"In my defense he started it!" He barked back pointing accusing, "it doesn't matter, you're going to disneyland you like it or not."

"Agh! I hate you!" He grunted out loud before storming off to his room.

He sighed drinking his orange juice.

Having a family himself he's learned to mellow down his anger, but not so surprisingly his children heritage his.. attributes. Or as Cartman would say his 'Jewish rage'.

Anyone would think he'd keep himself away from finding love elsewhere even if he has to repress his urges on pursuing a married man.

Though, during that period of love searching he only found a woman who eventually cheated on him with the Amazon deliver guy and in all honesty didn't love at all, but it really left him feeling bitter about it.

Only good that came out from that reckless marriage was his children: Adam and Eve.

Adam has always been a caring and nice boy, but ever since his mother abandoned them he's become quite rebellious. Though, he truly doesn't blame him.

And Eve, however, was very young when their mother decided to bail so she didn't seem to take the affect as bad as Adam did. She did feel the absence of a mother figure but she's the same as always; sweet, caring and loving.

Sometimes he wonder how the hell did Cartman manage to he a better father than him?

"Okay, is that it?" Cartman asked shoving two small suitcases closing the truck.

"Yeah, that's all of it," he stated now looking at his children, Eve getting inside the car and being warmly welcome by Mrs. Cartman with a baby in arms.

Adam on the other hand watched reluctantly at the two other children who peeked from the window.

"C'mon you little wuss, what's taking you so long!?" Menorah mustered out loud, annoyed.

"Don't call me a wuss, you bitch!" Adam hissed back, glaring.

Yeah, his ways weren't very affectionate or romantic at the minimum.

But Adam never grew tired of ranting how 'cute Menorah's frown was' or that she looked 'cute with the new hair ties' she'd use. Being victim of his son's caramelized crush, having to endure hearing all of his mix rants about how Menorah was both an 'hypocrite little snake' to a 'adorable sweet caring girl'.

"Don't call me a bitch you ass licker!"

"Don't call me an ass licker you–"

"Can you guys both shut the fuck already and get inside," Moisha chimed in bored, "pussy whipped."

"Shut up fatboy, don't tell me what to do!" He spat, before reluctantly entering the car and slamming the door harshly.

"Aye! I ain't fat you dumb jew!"

"I swear, Moisha I would not hesitate on punching you on that smug face of yours and you're also jewish you dumbass!"

"It's MOISHE not Moisha! M-O-I- SH-EEEE pronounce it right!"

"Language children!" Cartman scold a little too late, not taking it too seriously as he cleaned the lenses of his glasses unbothered. But they all kept their voices low after that, "anyways, I'll call once we're there," he added heading towards the car and entering the driver seat, following behind he leaned against the window knocking lightly as Cartman lower the window.

Both Cartman and Yentle looking confused at him.

"Just wanted to wish you guys a nice trip and–" he smirked mischievous, seeing how Cartman turned the engine on, "I'm— sailing away set an open ofcourse for the virgin sea~"

"Goddammit, Kahaaal!" Cartman screamed frustrated hitting the wheel, holding it out before bursting, " 'CAUSE I'VE GOT TO BE FREE FREE TO FACE THE LIFE THAT'S AHEAD OF ME‐" he kept singing now driving off with confused children and a concerned wife at his full care.

He snickered as he watched the car leave from sight.

It wasn't too bad being given a no.

Though, now he wasn't sure if he could consider Cartman as family.

Prev.

#south park #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #kyman #sp kyman #sp two-parter #oneside kyle brofloski !! #i tried searching for the post were i got the gay chicken concept from but i couldn't find it:c #kyle being the bitter uncle of the family gives me so many ideas 😂

[haleigh-sloth]

Ngl you are right.

Like in that time Izuku would have 1 panel where he is nice to Endeavor and those specific todostans that hate Deku would lose their shit.

Okay but honestly it's not even just that

It was about Shouto and his siblings too.

The whole "I think you're getting ready to forgive him" scene, granted it might not leave the best taste in people's mouths--it depends on how you individually want to absorb the Todoroki plot as a whole. But just....acting as if it was out of interest for Endeavor and not for Izuku's friend is what I'm talking about. I never thought THAT was the case, but I DID wrestle with it for a bit! I did, I sat on it, I decided that "hm maybe not the best thing to say but okay he means well". But now, looking back, all that matters back then was that he meant well.

Takes from back then "He shouldn't give commentary on a family matter 🙄", well, maybe Shouto shouldn't have forced his horribly traumatic past on him on a whim when literally nobody asked, and at the time, they didn't know each other. And maybe when inviting them over for dinner don't talk about how you're deliberating forgiving your abusive father, how he reminds you of your mother's mental break, and talk about how one of the siblings basically accuses him of killing their oldest dead sibling. Maybe, if you don't want anybody to think or talk about it, don't do that. Bakugo had a point to be made during that scene lmao.

Now again, this isn't me snubbing the Todosibs because it's very clear Shouto is written to be awkward socially and very unsure of what to do in certain social situations, and that is by no means his fault. And it's only fair you extend that grace to the rest of the siblings too. But that doesn't erase the impact of what they're doing, and it's fucking called out via Bakugo--in a humorous way!--but still addressed.

The other big scene that caused upset was during the PLF war when Izuku stepped in to STOP SHOUTO FROM BURNING. And SURE you can argue that he didn't need to give commentary, I guess, but Touya saying "Don't meddle with family affairs" and that statement being taken way more seriously than the fact that if not for all the unasked for information Izuku received from Touya's FAMILY--Izuku would have absolutely nothing to say, is pretty wild. And don't get me wrong--I WRESTLED WITH THIS TOO. I DID. IT MADE ME UPSET. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to agree with Izuku at the time or fucking Touya. I think uh, given my gradual change in mindset toward the villains (that I still love btw let's be clear about that) I can safely say you're not supposed to be like "Yes, Touya, as he was trying to actually kill his brother and by proxy everyone else in the vicinity, was right actually and we should agree with everything he says".

I mean, one thing I never agreed with was that Izuku was forcing Shouto to accept his dad. Never ever did I ever jump on that stupid bandwagon, but that is almost exactly how specifically todoroki fanbase acted at the time--and unfortunately this is still a thing, yes. And it took me a while to come to this conclusion but....I mean what did people want Izuku to do? When he met Shouto, Shouto was trying to reject his dad with all of his being. Never did Izuku say "accept your dad", he said "accept yourself as an individual". And from that point forward it was Shouto's choice to open up to accepting his dad. He saw Shouto FREAK out over his dad during the pro hero arc, worried for him, and rooting for him to make it out alive. From that point, as Shouto's FRIEND, Izuku has two options 1) Go along with his friend's choice and match his energy toward the man in question i.e. being respectful and just acting like he would toward any other adult OR 2) NOT accepting his friend's choice?? and just??? telling Shouto to uh not do that???

And...Izuku doesn't comment on Shouto's situation without Shouto around, without Shouto himself bringing it up, without it being prompted out of him. He isn't talking about it in the background, giving his two cents on what HE thinks Shouto should or should not do. Like....that's just not a thing that's happening.

I'm really glad to get this all out because really, I'm over the deku hate boner that exists on the villain side of the fandom especially because all of the reasons for it are again--bad faith at best, and stupid at worst.

This is all to say that the Todoroki plot is great, I love it, I'm excited to see Shouto and Touya be brothers, I'm excited to see their dad finally do something, I'm excited for family reconciliation. But this whole mindset of shitting on every other character at the expense of erasing their negative traits is just dumb. Don't take the flavour out of Shouto, he overshares and sometimes makes the situation uncomfortable. It's great.

#SALT #anonymous #bnha asks

[natty1730]

Chapter 3 : After the storm

Dee's POV

'This day is already shit. Especially after the incident with the guitar last night, I just don't understand how someone like Heavy could be better than me. ' Dee thought, kicking a pebble while walking to school. "Dee are you even listening to me?" Heavy asked Dee, while tugging on his sleeve. "Yes sure, I am totally listening to you." The boy said sarcastically, causing Heavy to roll his eyes. "Don't you have a crush on that girl over there? HEY, L-" Dee shoved his hand against Heavy's mouth, while shushing him. 'Thank god Lif didn't hear. I think I would die if she did.' He thought before turning his head to Heavy and giving him a nasty death glare. "What. The. Hell. Why would you do that to me?!" Dee whispered to Heavy, who just shrugged his shoulders. After an awkward walk to school, the two brothers parted ways as they walked to their first period. As Dee neared his classroom, he saw Diana and another girl talking right in front of the doorway, blocking it. 'Of course. This just makes my day even better.' Dee thought, before walking past the girl he didn't know and roughly brushing her shoulder in the process.

'I wonder what Lif is doing right now... maybe doodling or-' "Dee please raise your hand!" Upon hearing this the boy immediately snapped out of his daydreaming and raised his hand, looking at the unknown girl standing next to the teacher. 'Great she's going to sit next to me. She's probably just going to stare at me the entire time.' He proceeded to look out the window again, trying to avoid eye contact. Dee noticed that the girl cleared his throat so he could look at her, but he would not budge and decided that it would be better to just ignore her. "Vy govorite po-angliyski?" She asked him, while rubbing her eye because it was rather dry. 'Seriously? Half of the school can speak English, she must be dummer than I thought.' Dee rolled his eyes before speaking. "Yes I do. Fluent." She then proceeded to introduce herself and make small talk, but then became quiet once the teacher started to talk. Dee looked to the side of him only to see Daisy freaking out over not having her pencil . 'She should've already been prepared...but this is her first day in a new country and all.' He thought before making the bold move and sliding over his pencil to Daisy, but still continued to ignore her.

"Heavy I have to stay after so I can talk to Lif, just go home without me." The blonde said before walking away from Heavy before he could say anything else. As he was walking to what he knew as Lif's last class he was stopped none other than an annoying pink headed girl. "Dee! We haven't talked in awhile, how are you? Do you like the new student Daisy ?" She asked while staring at him longingly. Just to get her out of the way Dee quickly responded, "Diana I'm not interested. So fuck off." And walked off trying to find Lif. After walking for a while he finally found the girl sitting down on the floor and drawing. 'Okay this is it Dee. You can do this. Just go up to her and talk to her, it's not that hard. Alright here I go.' He thought nervously, before he chickened out and just decided to walk home dejected and alone.

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No one's POV

"Daisy is so cool! You're so lucky that you sit next to her!" Heavy said while setting down the plates on the table for dinner. "Yeah I guess, I mean her piercings are pretty cool." Dee said while sighing, still thinking about the fact that he missed his chance to talk to Lif. "In my opinion she's much cooler than that other girl you have a big fat crush on, in fact-" "Heavy. We talked about this." Dee interrupted him while giving him the deadliest glare he could muster. "Yeah whatever, all I'm saying is that you guys should become friends so I can see her more often." The red headed boy told him, as he sat down the last of the silverware. "See who more often, boys?" Glam asked from behind the two brothers, making them both jump in the process. Dee just sighed and walked back upstairs to his bedroom. "This new girl at school! She's in Dee's grade and she's super cool." Heavy said before slumping into one of the kitchen chairs. "Well that's nice Heavy, but remember don't force people to do things they don't want to do! Especially your brother." Glam said with a bit of a darker tone in his voice than usual. "Yeah I guess you're right." He told his dad, who just gave him a small hum in response.

Heavy really likes you y'know, he thinks that you're pretty cool." Dee said, glancing at Daisy who was staring at Diana. “Does he now?Do you think I'm cool?" Daisy suddenly asked, turning back to face Dee who turned a little bit red around his ears. "I can't say, I haven't really known you long enough to come to a conclusion " Daisy just hummed and glanced back at Diana, taking notice of the way she's ignoring her. "Weren't you two friends or something? She hasn't even looked at you at all during class." The blonde boy said, leaning into his seat to glance at Diana. "Diana is just but she is just ignoring me for some reason. I don’t know.” ." Daisy whispered to Dee, while putting her textbook back in her bag. "I could talk to her if you would like, but only for a price." He then said, smirking at Daisy "Name your price then." He leaned in and looked around to make sure that no one was listening. "I like this girl, but I can never find the courage to talk to her. If you could talk to her for me, then I'll talk to Diana for you." "Why me, and which girl?" Daisy asked, realizing that she felt a little disappointed knowing that Dee liked someone else. "Lif, and since you're new I think she would like to be friends with you." Daisy thought for a second and smiled, putting her hand out for a shake. "We have a deal then Dee."

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"Dee is super cool! I like his clothes and stuff, but it's a little creepy that he follows me around sometimes. He's offered me tickets to this band before... but I had to turn him down." Daisy curled an eyebrow and asked why. "Well I just liked this other person " The new girl knew better than to pry, taking notice of a certain melancholy glint in her eyes. Daisy changed the subject back to how weird Dee can be sometimes, and they both started to laugh. "Yeah well he can be a bit of a weirdo sometimes." Daisy giggled out picking up Lif's bag for her. "So how does it feel moving to Russia? I mean everyone here is talking about how hot the new pretty foreigner is." Daisy's eyes slightly widened and her face earned a small bit of color. "Oh I'm not really that pretty, but thanks." Y/n said handing over Lif's bag to her. They both started to talk while walking out of the classroom, both realizing that they both shared some of the same interests, hobbies, and even music. "Daisy, do you wanna walk home with me?" Lif hopefully asked gripping onto the handle of her bag, a bit harder than usual. "Yeah sure!" They both walked out of school and started to find common ground together, both finding one another pleasant to talk to. "So how was your life like out of Russia?" Lif asked not knowing about the problems Daisy had with her family. The girl mustered up her biggest smile, and tried her best to seem homesick. "It truly was like something out of a teen movie. But I miss the way my grandma would hug me, and tell me how wonderful I was. The way my aunt and I would have fun together and how we would both just hang out at the beach together. That sounds so fun! I wish I wasn't in Russia. One day I'm going to save up all my money so I can go to an art school in New York City !" After that they both walked together in a comfortable silence, up until they stopped at presumably Lif's house. "I'm really glad that we're friends now Daisy, " Lif said before walking into her house and closing the door. Daisy couldn't help but to have a genuine smile crawl onto her face as she realized that she finally made a real friend.

"Daisy !" Snapped out of her daze, the girl snapped her head to look behind her, only to see Heavy running toward her. Once he reached her he stopped and smiled. "I ran home to ask my dad if you could come over for dinner and he said yes! So do you want to come? Don't worry about being the only guest, my dad's sister will be there too!" The girl looked at the time on her phone, then realized that her new piano teacher was supposed to be at her dad's in two hours. "Sorry Heavy I can't. I need to get ready to meet my piano teacher." Heavy's smile faltered a bit, as if he put two pieces together. Then suddenly an even bigger smile was on his face, "It seems like you'll be stuck with us for a while. But no worries about dinner, just tell me a day when you can come over!" Choosing to ignore that weird comment he made, Daisy just smiled and nodded as she walked to her apartment.

Daisy, you are home later than usual. But considering that you just got lost, . Just don't let it happen again or there will be consequences. Understand?" "Yes father, I won't let it happen again." He coldly smiled, “Now go and get dressed, your piano instructor will be here in a minute, the instructor is a good friend of mine from the art conservatory. Meaning she is from a very respectable and powerful family. So you must be looking presentable. I don’t want you to make a fool out of yourself in front of the instructor. There is some makeup that I put on your vanity, use it. There is also a pair of shoes next to your bed that you will wear with the dress. That is all." She held her tongue and walked away. "Yes father." When she got to her room the sat down on her bed and her dress was hung . She noticed an abundance of makeup, along with a note of instructions on how she should look tonight. 'Jesus he's an actual control freak.' Daisy thought while reading the letter. 'Must cover up all acne while still maintaining a natural look, must have neatly brushed straight hair, must wear dress and shoes picked out for you, must take out all piercings, and you must have polite manners. Don't talk unless someone addresses you.' Daisy was beyond disgusted, repulsed even. How dare someone try to control her. Daisy already decided, she was going to raise hell at dinner.

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#dee x reader #metal family dee #metal family #metal family x reader #metal family glam #metal family vicky #metal family heavy #metal family ches #metal family fandom #dee metal family #metal family lif #latina reader #latina #brazil #brazilian girls

[catgirl-catboy]

Conductor.. my boy! Noo

I name him Inori- I'm joking his name could be Aiden meaning "little and fiery" he lived two chapters but I think his role is bigger than it seems. I believe in him!

Val and Mika's relationship fall apart quite easily.. I think there is very bad scheme in it.

I think the traitor was Camp Counselor cause he give me Kaito but better vibes and I always thought Kaito was the traitor too. Or that amnesiac dude

I name conspiracy theorist as Bob because the death was very Bob way to go

Conductor did NOTHING WRONG. Ever. His only crime was not being more upfront about his needs, which is completely understandable!

Also theorist is SO a Bob. He was a victim of his own paranoia, similar to Mika. Mika tends to be self-destructive and paranoid, while Bob lashed out at others. Also, Mika fucking despised him for being a waste of time in trials. (despite having a divorce arc that spanned all of Ch2, leaving Celene to pick up the pieces)

Val and Mika... you know me. Every relationship I like is deeply messed up, and so is this one. Val doesn't even know half of it yet. Ishimondo became besties in one night, these two become worsties.

As for the traitor, you're absolutely right about it being CC! He knew it was a stimulation beforehand, and was okay with getting hurt in it. However, he does have understandable motives: if he proves a virtual killing game could work, Monokuma will be more likely to make the next one virtual too, which everyone can still recover from! And by next game, I mean the THH one.

So after a couple of days of being out of it, Val suddenly decides to tell everyone what she and Mika were fighting about. She's clearly very conflicted about it. She reveals that Mika told her, in confidence, that he lied about the second motive, and that there's no easy way to tell if its faked due to how far technology has progressed. (foreshadowing! ;))

Everyone freaks out about this, because the people close to them are seriously dead! Val cries about the fate that befell her favorite teacher, and Tom rushes to comfort her saying it isn't her fault. Mika seems more upset at Val, because now people are going to come after her, thanks! Mika also points out that he was doing it for the good of the group, and to prevent a murder. It is more likely the police will be able to help the people outside the killing game then in it, so it was a calculated risk.

She even goes as far as to say that she succeeded, since Monokuma needed to introduce another motive to get Bob there to kill.

Mika then runs away and hides in her room, barely being able to explore the new wing that opened up. Everyone agrees that someone should be sent to guard her, and that they should trade off at lunch. Val is the only person that doesn't take a turn, since she's had enough and blames Mika for what happened.

Throughout the chapter Val and Tom have a whirlwind romance, though Val seems to be partially doing it out of spite.

Celene feels like she can't have a real relationship with the rest of the group like Val does, due to being seen as a leader figure. At this point, she begins to strike up conversation with Mika because Mika thinks nothing is sacred and deserves special treatment. That being said, Mika explicitly says they aren't friends and is curious about how the others are doing.

At this point, the motive is revealed to everyone BUT Mika. Monokuma is fine with her not attending because he's pissy she fucked with his last motive. This is a count of every time someone contemplated homocide since coming here. Celene's count is accurate from what you've seen of her inner monologue, and everyone has at least a couple of marks. (That's why I revealed its a stimulation in Ch2, so absurd motives like this are fair game!)

Except for Nika, who has 0. Everyone thinks this seems impossible due to his morbid and mistrusting personality, and that he's actively taking steps to protect his life. Some suspect Monokuma for fudging the numbers as revenge, to make him a target.

Shit happens, and eventually Tom turns up dead. He's decapitated, and brutalized. This is far worse than any of the bodies seen so far. The Monokuma file reveals that his cause of death was a slit of the throat, and that everything else was done post mortem.

This is the first time that Val and Mika are in the same room together since the fallout, and Mika tries to comfort Val, a bit awkwardly. He says that he's sorry he couldn't prevent this, and that he'll lead the investigation to this awful killer. Val still can't bring herself to get involved, which goes against her hyper-competitive nature.

Celene and Mika are the only one's willing to examine the corpse this time around, and one thing that Celene noticed is that some of the hair on the back of Tom's neck got pulled out. (that becomes highly relevant when duct tape is discovered stuck to the bottom of a table, which was used to cover a wound.)

The trial begins, and Mika is quickly suspected due to the brutality of this murder and Mika's calmness around corpses. The Tom-Mika argument are pointed out, but Mika states she had no grudge against Tom, he just had one against her.

The trial hits a stalemate until CC points out (with information he got from the Mastermind) that two people would be needed to commit this crime. The skaters are suspected for a bit, but suspicion quickly turns to Mika again.

Mika argues there's no way anyone here would team up with her to commit murder. He has no attachments.

Celene becomes very glad she didn't mention talking with Mika during her guard shifts, but points out someone could have done the same. Mika points out that even you could have done it. :)

Eventually, the skaters say the accomplice's identity isn't even needed to vote in this trial, and that they should just go for it. CC seems hesitant, so the others decide to keep debating.

The trial stalls again, when Celene comes up with a crackpot theory that Bob would be proud of. There's no actual evidence Mika is the killer, even if there's plenty she was involved. (she made an unfortunate slip of the tongue) What if she's not the killer, and is working for someone else?

It'd make sense with the motive, even if nothing else.

Mika agrees to this, but slightly too quickly. She also refuses to sell anyone out, which would be the optimal play for an accomplice.

At this point, Mika is getting a lot of new sprites where her eyes are completely blank. Not despair eyes. We also get his argument armament, but none of his lines actually mention if he killed Tom, just that "he can't lose this trial!" and "they know nothing."

After yet another stalemate of trying to pin somebody else to this crime, something breaks. Val admits to being somewhere she shouldn't be, and basically gives herself up. She's been quiet and grieving this whole trial.

Mika will not have this. He laughs and says that the duct tape he used to delay the time of death? He ripped it out before Tom bled out, and made himself the blackened by proxy. That he used her.

I'd have it flashback to various moments of the two of them, starting with the moment in Ch1 where its revealed that Mika shared his food w/o telling Val.

In the end, I'd have it come down to a guess on the player if they think Mika is telling the Truth. (She wasn't.)

If the player reads Mika correctly and votes Val, its revealed that Val came to Mika desperate to have an old friend talk her out of committing murder. That she couldn't tell anyone else her doubts. That she's scared.

That she genuinely didn't expect Mika to agree to help her kill.

Monokuma reveals the reason for this murder, while Mika screams that nobody listen. The emotionless chapter one Mika? Who's he?

Its revealed that all of the bruises Val thought were from schoolyard bullies? His parents. And a lot worse than that too. Mika's mother made Mika essentially act like a servant while she did autopsies, causing him to be numb to corpses.

In Ch2, Mika lied to you about the origin of that threat. It came from her mother.

As a result of years of horrific treatment, Mika struggled with severe mental health issues. The reason he didn't have any thoughts of homicide is because he frequently thought of suicide instead, and did before the game.

The only reason she didn't offer herself up to die like Ryoma did is because she wanted to protect Val, the first person who was ever genuinely kind to her with no ulterior motive. All of his actions in the game were with the intent of protecting Val.

Val knew none of this. Val is horrified and guilty that she didn't know this, despite seeing the bruises and the signs. Val apologizes and says that she thought Mika didn't care about her father when he lied about the videos, but now she sort of gets it. Mika admits that if Val were in her videos, someone would have been dead within the day.

Mika attempts to strike a deal with Monokuma: let Val live, and she'll kill the others in a horrific fashion. She'll give him all the despair he'd want, just let her live.

Val says no. That she doesn't want that, and offers Mika another offer. To live on, and protect everyone else like she protected her. Celene speculates that she's doing this to give Mika something to live for.

Because in the end, despite the relationship being terrible, they do care about each other. And that is what doomed Val. (you know my taste in dynamics. It was never going to end well.)

Mika promises Val that she won't grieve for her, because Monokuma would enjoy that. That she won't shed a single tear until she gets out of here. (he inherits the support role in a sense, but it won't be easy due to all of his previous stunts and that everyone is afraid of him.)

Val's execution is called "first is the worst, second is the best" and she's in a classroom with a bunch of Monokumas and a Mika robot. Whoever does the worst on an assignment is shot. Eventually, it comes down to her and the Mika robot. Val, who has always felt inferior to Mika and tried to compete with her as a result, knows she's going to lose and attacks the Mikabot, not sure its a robot. As she does this, the Mikabot attacks her, causing them both to fall to the ground.

#ask tag #crowtalks #my fanganronpa

[thattimdrakeguy]

for what it's worth, you're not alone with feeling like this for dc comics nor the upcoming movies. I lost 99% of my interest in the dceu too when I saw the line up and I've seen a fair few others express the same. I'm mostly just having fun going through the old comics atp and appreciating what I've always loved about the universe, but I'm not about to settle for mediocrity just to fit in to dc's current fandom. celebrating what we enjoy and leaving the rest seems a good way to move forward

I genuinely thought James Gunn was gonna fix some stuff up, 'cause I loved his Guardians of the Galaxy, and laughed hysterically at all the jokes in The Suicide Squad no matter how immature a lot of it was. So I thought 'Oh, okay so this is great'.

Losing Henry Cavill sucked, but ya know, I don't feel like a strange one thinking "Well, if everyone's being recast I guess that makes sense."

Now it's just "Well, okay, fuck you James Gunn. I love your movies that I've seen so far, but also fuck you. This new shit is insulting"

If the movies end up being a big success, I won't be surprised. I know most people don't really give a shit about characterization. You can literally write the characters as anything and little shit-munchers will do some mental gymnastics to defend it. It really doesn't matter.

But oof I've just had enough. I blocked a lot of stuff on Twitter, so I won't even get updates on anything anymore. I'll check out the casting and costumes probably, but anything beyond the Superman project, which I must admit I do have an interest in, because I feel like that could still be good, I'm checking out of.

Then with the comics it's like, oh boy, Tom Taylor? Woo-weee, can't wait to read severely out of character characters people praise because it did a lot of fan service no matter if it makes sense or not.

Like what is it, and modern comic book writers, and being unable to successfully write a satisfying book that gives something people wanna buy without relying on out of character fandom shit? Are they that incapable.

Dick's just a sitcom character, you wouldn't even recognize him if you were a time traveler that came from back when Dick was actually treated seriously, like who he was as a specific character mattered.

Tim's stuck in someone's fan fiction--like him calling Damian his baby brother? Bernard looking like that? That thin writing? Hahahaha give me a damn break, it's sooooo freaking bad. And his comic is so ugly. I know that artist would be perfect for something else, but not Tim, jeezus.

I was pretty excited when I thought Tim was going to be gay, because in my head I assumed it really took someone that new Tim's character well, and saw all the moments other gay people did that really connected to them and their experiences and let them relate to him.

Instead nah, it's instead "I really shipped Tim and Conner, and I wasn't sure if they let me do Conner. So I heard about Bernard, I don't know much about him, but he'll do I guess". Like there is no shame what so ever.

I don't even have a clue what's going on with Jason but I don't care, 'cause he hasn't been a good character since Under The Hood. I'm not down this this retconned filled copycat they've been peddling for over a decade. I want the actually interesting, stand-out Jason that had some of the biggest potential for character arcs. Not the one they fucked up time and time again.

Batgirls sucks. Like admittedly I haven't read it, but come on, don't pretend like enough hasn't been shared for it to be obvious. I know the characters well enough. There's a difference between 'Bad Faith' and 'Their is literally a massive gaping flaw right fucking there, look at it'. It has ruined them for the time being. I don't need to buy the entire sofa to inspect it further, when the massive coffee stain is RIGHT fucking THERE.

Damian hasn't been a consistently good character since Morrison. I seriously don't care what anybody says. If you have to put the character in situations and moments that would never happen or make no sense to make them likable, I think you're a bad writer, because fuck off, the original Damian as he grew was a great character, and I'm not here for this babified version made to appeal to the easiest common dominator. There is a difference between a character growing and just being out of character. I heard his solo wasn't that bad with him, but I still have no interest in it regardless.

So I can't read any of the Bat-Family. I thought about reading 'Batman' 'cause I heard after that really messy, badly paced, awkwardly written first arc it got better. But then again, I heard Teen Titans (2003), Tom Taylor's literally anything, Steph's Batgirl run, Super Sons and Red Hood and the Outlaws were all good, and those were some of the most frustrating reads of my life because they all changed the characters so much, or bad some of the most logic-less decisions that I was at a total lost at what made people like them.

I wanna read a comic the same way I enjoy a movie or TV franchise. Enjoy the stories, characters, arcs, and simply being able to enjoy it.

Reading and going "Okay that makes no sense" or "They so wouldn't do that" again and again feels like being grounded and punished.

Plus, old comics aren't even flawless, not that something has to be for me to like it. But when I read it so much that the flaws start sticking out more, then I'm making myself miserable again.

Like I used to be able to read Dixon's Robin run despite his shitty way of being, because it was good, and it still is, but those moments were Dixon projects parts of his own personality into the characters stick out to me way more now.

And the way fan's treat Bart made me too sad to read the good part of Impulse, and Cassie never had a solo I liked.

At least the mighty Ultimate Spider-Man is there, that never fails. But all this other stuff has me timid to read it.

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Apologies for the rant and all, but all things considered what else do people do on Tumblr? Have polite conversation?

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And for a long time just trying to share what I liked was enough for me, but I think I literally eventually simply said all I could say, and I felt I was repeating myself for ages.

Then there was seeing other fans just be total weirdos and lie about what happened, or at the very least stretch and hide details of the truth, just to make their favorite or what ever look better just to make people believe their desires:

Which is fucking creepy. Yeah you, who does that, in the event that you read this, it's fucking weird. Who does that, and why? Move onto something you actually like you kraken.

It's inevitable I might remake old posts for the sake of newer people, because some of the best vibes I've ever had was when I was making long informational posts for people to learn about the characters in easy to understand direct ways.

It satisfied my Autism and got me some praise, and compliments that made me feel like "Hey that mental thing I have isn't all bad!"

But when the people who used to care about that kind of stuff stops, and you're eventually left alone. It's pretty much back to the bottom for me, and my mental quirks are back to being a thing that causes me to be yelled at, by people who don't understand how I actually function.

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I don't understand Ben 10 Alien Force in hindsight, why is everyone so different in a way that doesn't seem plausible within 5-seemingly-uneventful-for-the-most-part-years.

It felt like more of a reboot then the actual reboot looking back at it. And I loved it as a kid, and would probably still love reading it, but I feel like people don't talk about that enough.

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Also the Eleventh Doctor makes me sad because I felt like he could've been the best, but when he stopped being "Old Quirky, formerly senile man in a young energetic intellectual body" and started treated more like a child it sort of ruined him. How you gonna give him moments where he's treated like the ultimate bad ass, he's just quirky, and then completely drop all of that to make him a joke. That's sad.

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I also like WWE, but can't think of anything to say besides I think Roman Reigns is the worst part of the Bloodline and that he'd be better not being champion, because he doesn't make the titles feel like they truly matter. They're set decorations, rather than a plot point that feels important anymore.

Love the Sami stuff, and Roman's character work, but his matches without someone against him that's super great are really boring ignoring any storyline shenanigans that happen in them. It's a drag to have to wait to those moments.

[spideyk00k]

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#currently at the emergency vet for my babie bowie and fuck its pretty fucking serious and I just need a big hug and someone to tell me itll #be okay cause I'm seriously freaking the fuck out right now at the thought of the smallest possibility of losing bo #she's hasn't really been herself these past few days and has jst been super lethargic and she's been vomiting every day + not shitting right #and at first I chalked it up to her eating a bit of the weeds at the park but then she really lost her appetite and has been looking week #at first her vomit was foamy and mucusy but then it turned into something kinda acidic and bile-y almost #and this morning she didn't want to touch her food at all and she just wanted to snuggle up next to me #and she just seemed extra weak this morning #and I had to drive to sd this afternoon and she usually sits and peeks her head out the window while I drive but #today she just curled up into a ball on my lap the entire drive which shes never done #but we got home and she seemed to get back to her normal self with the kids but then #when we were getting ready to leave the hoise she just passed this massive fucking blood clot/stool liquid thing and it literally looked #like she shat her bloody stomach out #and so now we're here at the emergency room waiting for tests and blood work but the doctor is saying it may be hemmorhaggic gastroenteritis #and that she may need to be hospitalized for two days cause if left untreated she could go into shock and fucking die #and now im just sittinf here waiting in my own anxiety reading myself down a rabbit hole and I just cant calm down #cause I just keep fucking thinking the fucking worst #she is my entire lifeline and I really don't think I can ever fucking survive losing her #she's literally the reason I'm alive today #for the last two years she has been keeping me fucking going and she's always there for me and even when I feel alone and unloved #I always know I have her #she loves me the most and always wants to be with me and just makes me feel wanted and she's always there to jjst listen and cuddle

[thatblackravenclaw]

Weak in the Knees

Masterlist

A/N: I'm so sorry y'all that I'm posting this later than usual. I was cleaning up my side of the dorm when my Keurig fell and bent back my finger, spraining it. Anyway, enjoy!

Sirius Black x house-neutral reader (kind of implied non-Gryffindor, but it could be, so I'll stick with house neutral)

word count: 1.4k

song: Weak -SWV

warning(s): cursing, pining, talk of sex but no smut, kissing, kind of proofread

I don’t know what it is that you’ve done to me

But it’s caused me to act in such a crazy way

“You don’t seriously have a crush on Sirius Black do you?” Chiara asks me.

“I wish I could tell you no. I don’t know what it is, but whatever it is that he doing to me, it’s a feeling that I want to stay.

“Okay, we have to go to class, but keep talking.” She says to me.

We start walking down the stairs towards The Great Hall. Walking around people while also trying not to alert the whole school about my crush.

“We were just hanging out in The Courtyard, and he puts his arm around me. It wasn’t in a romantic way or anything. I don’t think so anyway. I said some lame joke and he laughed. His laugh is so perfect. Have you ever noticed how great his laugh sounds?”

As soon as we make it to The Great Hall, I’m able to point him out almost instantly.

‘Cause my heart starts beating triple time

With thoughts of loving you on my mind

Chiara and I walk over to our table. I try not to look at him, but he’s just so.. so him. When we sat down I accidentally looked up and found him already looking at me. He waves and I feel my heart skip a beat. I smile and wave back.

“Looks like he feels the same way.” Chiara says suggestively.

“Oh stop it and eat your toast.”

After the little thing at breakfast I went through my day as usual, class after class. Boring stuff. I usually hang out with Sirius and his friends after classes are through since we get out around the same time, but I couldn’t really handle seeing him today. I knew once I saw him again I would go completely weak in the knees.

As I’m walking back to my house I start to wonder what it would be like to date him. How his lips would feel on mine. I bet they’re soft. I haven’t heard anyone complain about his kissing abilities yet. Literally everybody brags about how good of a kisser he is. Would he walk me to class? That seems like something he’d do, right?

My heart is beating so fast. I need a distraction before I go into cardiac arrest. Can you imagine me having to explain to Madam Pomfrey that I almost died because I was thinking about Sirius Black?

I get so weak in the knees

I can hardly speak

I lose all control and something takes over me

“l/n! where you off too? Thought we were hanging out?”

Damn.

“Hey Siri! We are. I just wanted to put my books in my room first. They seem heavier than usual today.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that love. I got it.” And then he holds my freaking bag.

He puts his arm around me and then we continue walking outside with his friends. We sit down in front of the fountain which I’m thankful for because the only reason I didn’t practically faint was because I was anchored to him. When he had wrapped his arm around me we interlocked fingers ensuring that I don’t move away from his grip.

I didn’t really hear anything they were saying due to still trying to calm my heart rate down. I would still nod my head or something to have some input but talking was not going to happen. I couldn’t even breathe so I did not trust my speaking abilities at all.

I have to get out of here.

“Hey, guys, I have some homework to do, so I’ll see you later at dinner.”

When I got up I kind of blanked out. I kissed him on the cheek, grabbed my bag, and walked back inside. Why the fuck did I do that? How do I talk to him after that? We don’t just go around kissing each other like that. We’re just friends. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Sirius POV:

She kissed me. Does that mean she likes me? Was it just a friendly kiss? Should I start kissing her on the cheek now?

“Pads! Earth to Pads! Are you gonna tell us what’s going on between you and y/n/n?” I hear Peter ask me.

“Nope.” I say with a shrug.

Knowing damn well that I don’t even know what going on between me and her.

Time after time, after time I try to fight it

But your love is strong, it keeps on holding on

I don’t know if kissing him was the best idea I’ve ever had or the worst, but he has been hanging around me a lot more often now. I know it’s just him being friendly, but sometimes I like to pretend it’s more. I keep trying to fight off my feelings, but it’s really hard when he’s always around. We have Herbology together and guess where he’s at? Right next to me. Every time we have that class. Whenever we’re not doing anything hands on, he holds my hand. I don’t mind.

When all of our classes end, right on dot, I see only Sirius and James.

I try hard to fight it

No way can I deny it

Your love so sweet

Knocks me off my feet

“Hey love, I forgot to tell you that we have practice today, but I was wondering, if you have time, do you mind watching?”

Don’t seem too available. Just lie and say you have something to do.

“Sure. I don’t mind.” I say with a grin.

Stupid.

Once we get to the field he kisses me on the forehead and runs off into the changing room with his teammates. Now that HAD to be more than a friend behavior. Since when do genius, rich, playboy, philanthropist kiss girls on the foreheads when they only see them as a friend? Let me go sit on the stands. I’ll read a book or something until they fly out.

James flies out first which indicated that Sirius wasn’t far behind because wherever James went Sirius followed.

Once Sirius flies out I notice that he seems to be looking for something in the stands. We make eye contact, and he smiles and winks at me. I’m so glad Chiara isn’t here because she would’ve made a whole big deal out of it.

“Bitch!”

I spoke too soon.

““Nothing is going on between me and Sirius” My ass!”

“Hey Chiara.”

“Don’t try to change the subject.”

“What are you doing out here anyway? You don’t even like quidditch!”

“Yes, but you like Sirius and Sirius has practice right now, so I figured wherever he was I would find you.”

“You still haven’t answered why you’re out here.”

“Oh, right. We can’t go back to our dorm until dinner.”

“Why?”

“Because our roommates are fucking.”

“Finally?”

“Yup.”

We end up talking for half of practice. I would every so often look over at the hoops to watch Sirius. Chiara ended up leaving halfway through practice and going to flirt with some chaser from one of the other houses. I don’t know I wasn’t paying attention to be honest.

Practice wrapped up about an hour and a half later. I paid attention the whole time. Not so I can go tell their little team secrets to my house, but genuinely because their practices were so interesting. Especially since it was mostly just Sirius and James fucking around.

“How was the show?” Sirius asks while flying in front of me.

“Actually it was quite boring.”

“I’m so sorry miss. Can I make it up to you?”

“You can try.” I say while smirking.

“Meet me outside the changing room.”

I just nod my head and start walking down while he flies to the changing room. Once I get down the stands I make my way over to the tent. It takes him about five minutes to change out of his quidditch gear and meet me outside.

There go the heart palpitations.

“Hey there lovely.”

“Hello. So, how are you planning to make it up to me?”

Before I know it he leaned in and kissed me. I return it after about two seconds before we pull apart. We only pull apart about an inch so he can rest his forehead against mine.

“Was that making it up to me?”

“No. I’m making it up to you by taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend.”

#sirius x reader #sirius x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x gryffindor!reader #sirius black x slytherin reader #sirius black x ravenclaw!reader #sirius black x you #hufflepuff!reader #sirius black fluff

[familyagrestefanblog]

Okay screw it. I don't know why I'm the only one freaking out over this but I lost so much sleep last night because of the new Ml leak where AstroChat sends a creation of Tikkis out of control powers to hell on a cosmic level, and to hell with it I'll talk about it!

I'm gonna break down everything my mind spit out last night on this post, so LET'S GO:

As I already said in more detail on another post but Chat Noir is literally causing an even MUCH bigger scale of destruction than Chat Blanc. Tikkis creation is many times larger than our earth and Adrien is actively choosing to send that thing to hell unlike in "Chat Blanc" where the destruction of the world and moon happened unintentionally because his powers got out of control caused by his akumatization and fucking awful circumstances.

Okay. Next detail:

Just how MUCH energy did he release?? He's GLOWING! I immediately assumed that it definitely would take him more effort to destroy that thing than the simple touch we see in the leak, but that's another level!

Next

I don't know what exactly it is and how it can be THIS long (maybe also created by Tikki?) but AstroChat has some sort of rope around his hand, which screams "when shit goes down help me come back to earth again" to me

Initially I thought he's extending his Staff in the first Pic but I realized that that makes hardly any sense considering he's in AstroChat Modus.

The savety rope is most likely going to be seriously needed because OH MY GOD

That wave of destruction is 100% going to get him! This is animation. If Chat Noir isn't supposed to be hit here in the next shot then they wouldn't animate the wave directly clashing with him.

Which brings me to the necessity of him doing this in the first place. Because all of this is unapologetically a possible suicide mission and I'm pretty sure he's aware that.

If the spoilers and confirmations by Gloob are correct then Tikki getting out of control and all of this is going to happen in the episode where Marinettes parents will get akumatized.

Ladybugs powers can possibly not undo this thing because it's created by Tikki and it's not even sure if Marinette was able to transform already at this point or if this things has to be destroyed for Tikki to get normal again. Which would mean there is no way to quickly send another miraculous holder into battle to help Chat Noir. Renas power of illusion is not of use here and Adrien has no reason to believe that Alya has access to the miraculous. Which is also up to question in general if she even could get them right now since Marinettes parents getting akumatized could very likely make their home unaccessible in some Form, meaning an additional miraculous can't be brought into battle through going to the Miracle box and Marinette still being unable to transform means she can't use the only other way of getting a miraculous: her yo-yo.

Honestly, Ladybug being absent and Chat Noir thinking he's now the only person who can prevent this gigantic thing from possibly crashing earth is the only way I can see this happening.

Marinette would never ask Chat Noir to do this because of how dangerous it is and because she has never seen him use his powers on this scale (besides Chat Blanc) to even think about this option. I'm pretty convinced it was Adrien own decision to do this because of Ladybugs absence and the incoming end of the world, fully aware that this time it could very easily cost him his life.

Actually Adrien being willing to make the heros sacrifice here knowing there is no miraculous ladybug to bring him back, would pay off the set up of "Lies" which showed that Chat tends to self sacrifice himself so easily by the start of season 4 because Adrien feels so save with Ladybug that he doesn't think his sacrifices could ever come with fatal consequences for himself. Now he would do the sacrifice knowing it could very well cost him his life because our boy is one hell of a heroic soul

And when I'm already at it, let's go all out now.

So Chat Noir is indeed hit by the damn destruction wave and he doesn't fucking make it (but the viewer doesn't know that yet and it's never really too graphic). The destruction of Tikkis creation made her go normal again and Marinette is finally able to first catch and purify her parents akumas (which she did somehow idk, maybe she will reveal herself to her parents and they free themselves? Damn thats actually really likely...), while people are freaking out because a cosmic explosion the size of what? VENUS?? Went off right besides damn earth.

Whoever was on the other side of the rope-like thing around Chats hand is also freaking out because the destruction wave just caught up with Chat and people are desperately trying to bring him back to earth. They manage it but since Adrien isn't going to God damn MOVE anymore after not having made it Chat is now just god damn free falling towards earth and Ladybug catches him before he crashes.

The day is saved but Chat remains unresponsive in Ladybugs arms back on earth and after a bit it dawns on her that he's gone. Marinette reacts with denial and panic causing Ladybug to FINALLY develop her separate healing powers to bring him back.

BECAUSE CAN YOU IMAGINE LADYBUG DEVELOPING HER HEALING POWERS TO BRING CHAT NOIR BACK TO LIFE? I SURE CAN!!!!!

Again:

HOW AM I THE ONLY PERSON CURRENTLY FREAKING OUT OVER THE NEW ML LEAK??????

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #Ml leak #ml speculation #adrien agreste #Chat Noir #AstroChat #My brain went down the angst lane last night #Because COME ON #How is this NOT going to end angsty as hell???? #Ladybug gets healing powers to bring her Chaton back to life #I don't need sleep I NEED ANSWERS

[morelikedoccock]

Ah I'm so sorry to hear your hand/arm aches are still causing you troubles,, please take plenty of breaks and do things at your own pace if you aren't already doing so, Cedar ❤

This is actually the same anon from before, about the merman fic- It's honestly so disheartening to hear people being so disrespectful towards you about pumping out content, they seriously need to learn online manners... We aren't machines, we have our own lives.

That being said, I'm too shy to post this myself (and I don't expect you to either), but I got inspired last night so I just sorta-

I hope you like it and don't find it too weird ahah, just thought I should indulge just a little bit :^)

((I can't share media anonymously oh god forgive me))

@geek-png I’m SCREAMING OH MY GOD OH MY G O D

THIS IS INCREDIBLE MY HEART IS FREAKIN POUNDING

Fuck fuck I can’t make coherent words happen rn oh my god genuinely I adore your art so freaking much I’m like lowkey starstruck rn fjshsjfk

I have no thoughts now, head only full of this incredible art🥴🥴🥴

Also hhh thank you🥺❤️ I might actually end up getting my right wrist looked at if this continues, it’s not really getting better at all… I’ll be trying my best to help it improve but we shall see. And yeah, I do wish people would be more respectful to creators, however there’s definitely people out there who are polite and lovely and supportive and they give me hope☺️

And I do hope it’s okay that I’m posting this publically, it’s gorgeous and I love it so much😳😳😳🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#cerbin answers #submissions #not my art #PARDON MY SMALL MELTDOWN BUT THIS BROKE MY BRAIN #I really love your art already and to see that I’ve inspired you to draw something???? literally amazing you are a gift #my brain is just mush now fjdhdjfk #ITS DEFINITELY NOT TOO WEIRD ITS THE PERFECT AMOUNT OF WEIRD I LOVE IT #if anyone needs me I’ll be screeching about this for the rest of forever #honestly this is just so incredible and gorgeous and really the kind of good vibes I’ve been needing #*weeps* thank you for sharing I feel blessed #if you’d rather it not be public plz lmk and I’ll delete