#smart is the best sort of sexy

[diseaseriddencube]

i need to reread wof to finally figure out who my absolute favorite character is

#rave ramblees #like particularly from the first arc #I Hate All Of You #except Clay #he's a perfect boi who can do no wrong #but he's not my favoriteee #i always think i like Glory but she kinda sucks actually...she's just a pretty girl #sunny annoys me but she's so based #starflight is the one you'd THINK i'd like but honestly. eh #his character is so absurdly hard to pin down #like he's kind of introduced as an arrogant nerd emoji guy #and then he's more of an anxious wimp #and then he's just like a kind hearted nervous smart guy???? #tsunami is just like. that sort of boisterous angry character i don't love #she's violent but she's not even sexy about it 😔 you should enjoy being covered in blood more smh #when it comes to the SECOND ARC THOUGH #it's the opposite problem. i can't choose a favorite because i love them all #except winter who is me fr but i just hate him #everyone shits on moon but i love her she's my everything #KINKAJOU DESERVED HER OWN BOOK #turtle is perfect. PERIL MY BELOVED. qibli is a silly guy #third arc...ehjyutjhfghjskdjf i guess i like cricket #i kinda dislike blue but his book is the best one so it gives me bias to think i like him when i don't #luna and snowfall though? i can't tell if it was because their books sucked but iiiiii don't like em #and sorry to the sundew stans but she's like tsunami to me

[sttm99]

Bakugo understands that he spends a lot of money on you for just being his personal assistant. But he can't help it.

You honestly deserve it. You're smart, responsible, diligent. You're a hard worker with principles, and your work ethic is something he respects.

It didn't matter how many people were against him promoting you from secretary to PA so soon in your career. Your work was top notch, and you kept him organised.

Sure, you were pretty as well, a sight for sore eyes, really. But that wasn't his fault, was it? It wasn't your fault either.

It's not like you came into work every day with full glam, diamond earrings, or elaborate hairstyles.

It had pissed him off at first, when people demeaned you or underestimated your work because of your looks, especially when he knew you worked so hard so you wouldn't be considered some dumb corporate bimbo.

But now? Now he loved it. He loved when he had clients over, and they'd do a double take when he sent for you to take notes or deliver documents to his table.

He'd noticed the modesty with which you'd dressed when you first started working for him, how you tried to dim yourself with drab colours that obviously washed you out, or plain hairstyles.

Not like it stopped anybody from being able to tell how pretty you were.

But after, when you'd started garnering his attention and racking up more bonuses from your diligence, he began noticing you wearing nicer things.

Of course, you had to up your wardrobe once you were promoted to the role of Personal Assistant to one of the biggest heroes in Japan. But that wasn't it.

Bakugo loved seeing you walk in with a new shirt or new shoes or new earrings after he'd rewarded you a bonus or a pay increase. There was a sort of high he got, knowing that you took care of yourself with the money he gave you.

Oh, he spoilt you rotten.

Month end rewards became the norm for you. He just closed a hefty advertising deal? Best believe you were getting a cut out of that. He was given a bottle of champagne as a gift? You're drinking it with him in his office.

Sure, it may have seemed a bit inappropriate to some people; him locking the doors and closing the windows, and having you sit on his lap prettily whilst he poured it out into a flute for you.

Sure, it was inappropriate for him to have his hands up your skirt as you recounted the month end figures for him, but you were comfortable that way. He was, too. Oh, so comfortable with your hands inside his trousers and his teasing at the lining of your panties.

He was just taking care of his best employee.

And maybe he did spend a lot of money on you, but you had to keep up appearances. He needed you looking your best when you were next to him.

It wasn't his fault you were so beautiful that brands reached out to him to get you to model for then after seeing you appear in some pictures by his side.

It wasn't his fault that he couldn't get anyone else to come with him to the Hero Gala. Besides, you're meant to be with him during these things to take notes for him. So having you as his date was basically killing two birds with one stone.

"Your assistant's fucking sexy," Kaminari whispered into Bakugo's ear, both of them watching you go to order a drink for your boss.

Bakugo smirked to himself, his eyes raking over your body, clad in the tight fitting dress he'd bought for you to wear. He'd also bought the earrings you had on, and the shoes and the necklace. Sure, it cost him quite a lot, but he just couldn't help it when you looked so good.

"She's single, isn't she?"

Now, that had him snapping his head in Kaminari's direction. "Don't even fucking think about."

Kaminari whined, "But why? She's your assistant, not your sister or your girlfriend."

"She's my assistant," Bakugo seethed, standing up from his seat. "She's my employee, and I won't have you lowering her efficiency." He murmured as he made his way to where you were.

You smiled brightly as you turned around to see him, handing him the second glass of champagne in your hands. "You look like you'd rather be somewhere else." You laughed softly.

He grinned down at you before downing the drink quickly. "I would," he said before dropping his glass back on the bar. "Come on."

He spoilt you rotten, but he couldn't help it. You looked so beautiful in your tight dress and pretty hair and beautiful face.

Sure, being seated on the sink and having your legs spread before his lips in the bathroom at the Hero Gala may have been a tad inappropriate, but how could he stop himself?

You were quivering for him, thighs pressing down and shaking on either side of his head, and your fingers gripping harshly at his hair, pulling him even closer as you rutted your heat against his lips.

He let out a desperate groan, burying his face deeper into your cunt, eating you out shamelessly, hungrily.

"Fuuck..." He growled into you.

You'd been so shy the first time he had his way with you, refusing to touch him, grind on him, behaving so meek and cute.

Now look at you, so selfish and desperate, almost suffocating him as he feasted. He spoilt you rotten, sure, but you deserved every morsel of it.

"Katsuki..." You whined desperately, your back arching off the mirror, the hand not pulling at his hair tightly gripping the edge of the counter. "Katsuki, I'm so close... I'm so fucking close, baby-"

His hands dug into the flesh of your ass, pulling your harsher into him, your clit pressing against his nose as his tongue made a meal of you. He was always so desperate for it, digging the wet muscle so far into your pussy you saw stars.

And he was messy too, his saliva and your arousal staying your thighs, dripping from the marble counter unto the ground as he ate from you.

Anyone who came in after would probably be able to tell from the smell of the bathroom alone. The cum leaking unto the floor would only solidify it.

But the thought of someone finding out that your boss had his face buried deep in your pussy wasn't exactly what you were thinking about when you came for him, hard and rough, your hips shaking and raising off the counter as you rode out your high.

"We shouldn't be doing such during events, sir." You whispered to him as you both walked down the corridors back into the hall where the gala was being held.

He had his large palm over your ass, groping you just in the dark of the hallway, letting go just as you stepped into the crowded hall.

"Just be a good girl and wait for me to fuck you on the way home, hm?" He smirked at you, a small sheen still visible on his lips.

He never cleaned his mouth properly after eating you out during such events. It was inappropriate, sure, but he just couldn't help himself.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha bakugou #bakugo smut

[cepheustarot]

What do people find attractive about you?

Attention! This reading is for entertainment purposes only. This tarot reading does not give a 100% guarantee that all the describes being ultimate truth. Only you know yourself best.

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Pick a pile. Choose one or more pictures. Trust your intuition.

Pile 1: Firstly, people are attracted to your appearance and your image, in general, the way you present yourself in society. Your appearance is quite cute, perhaps you have childish facial features or you are short, you may have a simple character, slightly naive, but you are always optimistic and cheerful. You can also prefer bright colors in clothes, wear "plush" things with cute prints (like jackets, hoodies), use a lot of  accessories. People are also attracted to you by the fact that you are easy-going, you are very active and agree to any adventure, you are attracted to everything new and unexplored, so it is very comfortable and cozy to study something new with you, you share interest with people. Your vivid facial expressions, emotionality also attracts people, you have many interesting stories from life, you like to share any details, and at the same time you tell it so fascinatingly and interestingly that others listen to you attentively, strongly immersing themselves in the topic of conversation; time passes very quickly and imperceptibly while talking with you. In addition, you create an aura of comfort, coziness, for people you are associated with home, with something warm and very cozy. You can also be perceived as a native person and you can often be compared to the sun, because you always feel warm and your mood rises next to you, wanting to stay with you as long as possible.

Pile 2: You give off an aura of mystery and this attracts people, because they want to get to know you better, to solve you as a riddle. You can generally be a person who prefers to spend time alone with yourself or you are detached from other people, immersed more in your own thoughts. You can also tell some things about yourself, but not completely, without telling some facts, thereby leaving some mystery about your life, personality. This arouses people's interest, they begin to sort through many options, making up image about you according to puzzles — this is an exciting process for them. Many people also see you as a very confident person, you are one of those who respects yourself and your opinion, your priorities, so you will never let others offend or hurt yourself, many people really appreciate this side of you. You can also have a very attractive, to some extent sexy, charming appearance and many people believe that your appearance is the ideal type of appearance.

Pile 3: Most likely you are an empath, a person who knows how to sympathize, empathize with others and get into their story. People are attracted to this trait in you, because you sincerely show your interest in them, you know how to maintain a dialogue and you can always give those tips that really help people or you always say the words that they want to hear. In general, you can engage the dialogue in such a way that it is interesting for everyone to communicate, including you! People are also attracted to your wisdom, you are very smart, you have a lot of experience, I would generally call you a spiritually developed person who understands the meaning of life, what he wants from life. You can calmly relate to any difficulties, problems in life because you understand that everything is temporary and everything is solvable, sooner or later everything will get better and there will be a white stripe in life. This is your calmness attracts people, forcing them to relax as well and not think too much about problems at least for a while.

Thank you for reading! I will be glad of any feedback 🖤

#tarot #tarot cards #pick a card #pick a card reading #pick a pile #pick a pile reading #pac

[avocado-writing]

Poly aziracrow based on 2x04, where Crowley and R react to Aziraphale during this scene👀

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM2KFemoQ/

notes: yes. this isn’t the first time I’ve had a request about his voice in this scene. and I will NEVER get tired of them ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

pairing: aziraphale x reader x crowley

rating: M (smut at the end)

tags: the light, the dark, and the space in between-verse; references to ptsd; slightly Dom!Aziraphale

You hate this bloody war. 

You’ve been part of a few, and all of them have left their scars on you. In you, buried in your soul. You remember your time in those trenches barely thirty years ago and bile claws at your throat. 

No. Don’t think about that. Concentrate on this. Concentrate on this horrid little demon who’s threatening the two people you love. Hands behind you, you finger a decorative paperweight, wondering if minions from hell are susceptible to being thwacked over the back of the head. 

He finishes his little tirade and tries to read Aziraphale’s name from a book (you’re amazed that the cretin is literate). But his demonic lips can’t make heads nor tails of the syllables. 

“Azil-pha-pha-la-luh—”

Aziraphale’s brow furrows just slightly, lips purse.

“Aziraphale.”

It’s not often you see your angel reach the end of his tether. He is a holy being after all; the pinnacle of patience, epitome of virtue. But sometimes, when something grinds his gears just right, that voice will come out. 

It does something to you and Crowley both, and the two of you exchange a glance across the room. This will be explored later. 

The demon, irritated, snaps his little book shut, then does a double take as his gaze passes over you. He didn’t even notice you were here. You try to look the picture of innocence as you ready the paperweight, thinking about the best way to swing a bludgeoning weapon when he has that ridiculous hair. 

“And you? What’s going on with you, why are you here?” He steps forward and takes a deep sniff. “You don’t smell divine.”

“Oh god, don’t bloody smell me!” you hiss, planting your hand on his chest and shoving him backwards. Aziraphale and Crowley move towards you to intervene if needed, but you wave them off. 

“Don’t bother with him, nightingale,” Crowley sighs, voice unbothered and bored, “he’s not worth your effort.”

You turn to the mirror in the dressing room instead and focus on smoothing out your clothes, ignoring the foul little gremlin until Crowley and Aziraphale sort him out. Which they do, inevitably, because they’re very clever and wonderful. The three of you head back to the bookshop for a very necessary glass of wine, and within the hour you’re all piled on the sofa, slightly blotted and very glad for each other’s company after a rough day. 

You and Crowley are either side of Aziraphale, each with a leg hooked over one of his plush thighs. You’re doing that thing they love where you compliment them about how smart they both are, and they get all smug and silly (and you love it); but halfway through you catch Crowley’s eye behind those dark little glasses and something shifts subtly. 

“You know, angel, you really gave that lapdog a dressing down earlier.”

“Oh, well, I’m not sure I’d go that far,” Aziraphale says, but he’s all puffed up like he gets when he’s flattered. Crowley runs a finger up the seam of his trouser leg, gently, slowly. 

“And you know what really sealed the deal? That voice you used on him,” you continue. “There was something quite dominant about it. Sexy.”

You snake your hand up his chest. Finally he cottons on. 

“Oh.”

“I think we both just wondered what it might take to get you to use it again.”

Aziraphale takes a final sip of his wine before carefully placing the glass on the table. He sits back, looking between the two of you, and there’s no missing the glint in his eye. 

“If you wanted me to tell you what to do,” he says lowly,

and you shiver, “you need only ask. I’m sure I’ll do it if you both behave.”

Crowley shifts. You can see the effect Aziraphale’s had on him: the tightening of his trousers, the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows. 

“So. Will you behave?”

“Yes,” you and Crowley both whisper at once, voices thin and needy. 

Aziraphale smiles. 

“Then I think you’re both wearing far too many clothes.”

Your clothes end up a muddled pile on the floor, and between the two of you, Aziraphale doesn’t leave the couch for the rest of the evening. He has you ride his thigh while Crowley swallows him down his pretty little throat, whispering his praises to both of you in that delicious voice. 

“Look at you both. Being so good for me. I love you both so much, my darlings.”

You bury your face in his shoulder, face burning with desire. He has Crowley fuck you over the arm of the couch as he watches the show, palming himself through his trousers, telling you where to touch each other. You’re happy to be his puppet, his plaything, anything. 

So long as he keeps talking.  -

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[something-ricked-this-way-comesx]

Dick Prime

Warnings: (18+ only minors DNI), NSFW, 5k word count, fem reader, self- insert OC character, daddy kink, p in v, rick prime with feelings, big dick Rick, degradation a bit, rough sex, praise kink, marking kink, choking, orgasms, cream-pie, fingering, nipple play, manhandling, calling him God, age gap I guess

Hi guys, this is an excerpt chapter from a Rick Sanchez fan fic I have been working on - thought I'd share a little taste on here and see if I could get any feedback. This chapter in particular follows my self-insert, Aurora as she is kidnapped by Rick Prime - enjoy :) If y'all would like me to post and share my other chapters pls reblog or comment 💜

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 I woke up in a unfamiliar place٫ my head pounding viscously as my eyes struggled to adjust to the room around me. This place kind of looked like some sort of space motel room٫ but I couldn't remember a thing from the last 12 drunken hours of my life - I clearly needed to dial back my drinking or just not let Rick bet he can out drink me. I’ve never won that challenge. He really does have the hardest working liver in the universe, that's for damn sure. I wondered if he was feeling the same٫ but I doubted he was even remotely feeling hungover since he was used to getting black-out drunk on the regular. 

I flicked my wrist out٫ wanting to portal into Rick’s shoddy bedroom where I could crawl into his sad excuse of a bed (which was really just a small sized cot) with him so that he could hold me tightly while we slept. That plan was quickly cut as I noticed my portal bracelet was no longer on my wrist and it was no where to be found anywhere near me - what the fuck was going on?

Then I realized where I was - the realization smacking me hard in the face like a fucking freight train. The elaborate sci-fi technical patterns covering every square inch of this room should have been a dead give away from the second I laid eyes on it٫ but I was obviously still too inebriated to use my cognitive functions correctly. I was in what I was 95% sure was Rick Prime’s lair - that fucking cocksucker. How had he managed to find me? Much less find a way to lure me back to where he's been hiding this whole time.

As I was taking in every inch of the room in search of any kind of weapon, maybe even some sort of weird sci-fi button on a wall that I could press and magically find a way out of here under Prime’s nose, I suddenly heard a voice behind me٫ the sound striking me so hard I jumped.

“Great you’re awake٫ care to join me for breakfast?” Prime’s voice asked as he nonchalantly yet menacingly stood in the doorway of the room٫ his shoulder leaning up against the doorframe.

“Oh fuck you!” I spit٫ words coming out of my mouth coated in venom like I was a snake ready to strike.

“Like you have a choice. It’s funny that you thought you did. Let's get something straight٫ you’re mine now٫ so it's best you learn early that you WILL do as I say or there will be consequences.”

“What do you even want from me? Wasn’t killing Diane enough for you?”

“Of course it wasn't٫ but you're not here so I can kill you unfortunately. You’re here because do you know how rare you are?” He paused٫ walking forward into the room causing me to back up back onto the bed like a frightened little mouse. Damn, his presence was so intense. He started pacing a bit٫ back and forth٫ arms crossed across his chest as he did so. He turned to me and looked me directly into my eyes before he started speaking again.

“Every conceivable Rick in the universe would happily serve their own balls on a platter for a little taste of what you have to offer - this makes you especially interesting to me. Not only are you one sexy piece of ass٫ you are a Rick’s gateway to so much unlocked potential.”

“Excuse me?” 

“If ‘wife guy’ was smart he would have stolen your research from you a long time ago. Do you know how long it took for me to find you? It makes me horny just thinking about all that untapped knowledge you have floating around in that brain of yours.”

 “Anything my Rick wanted from me he got because he asked for it. Sorry٫ but I don’t barter for things I created especially not to a sci-fi douchebag like you.”

“No one said anything about bartering. I’m simply going to take what I need via brain scan and then you’re going to put out like a good little girl because when in Rome.”

“My Rick is going to kill you ya know? You’ve taken enough from him and he isn’t going to let you take me too.”

“I’ve avoided him this long and clearly he hasn't learned his lesson yet. I’ve recreated the omega device and this time it can fire more than once٫ I’ll wipe out his entire family line he comes anywhere close to me. I’d kill you too if you weren't so valuable - you should be lucky that a guy like me finds any interest in anyone but himself.”

“You might think that you have me right where you want me٫ but I’m gonna enjoy watching my Rick kill you when he finds you and if you’re lucky maybe we’ll have sex next to your corpse.” I said٫ my words carrying through the air like poison coursing through my vascular system.

It probably wasn’t in my best interest to be taunting Prime the way I was٫ but I refused to let this son of a bitch have it easy especially when it was his dumb ass decision to kidnap me. He knew my Rick was looking for him and he knew he was getting close hence why he even bothered making such an elaborate take on his own already ‘overkill’ device. All that brain and this motherfucker couldn’t grasp the fact that killing peoples’ loved ones doesn’t really warrant being left alone. 

“You think I couldn’t just take you right here if I wanted to? I’d bend you over that table and destroy that tight little pussy of yours and I just might considering you have no idea when to shut that bitch mouth of yours.” He grabbed me by the throat as he said that٫ squeezing the sides of my neck hard as he pulled me up and close to him. If I didn’t hate this Rick - I would have thought this interaction was so hot٫ too bad it was Prime.

“I’d like to see you try.” I said before spitting in his face٫ which in hindsight might have been a mistake٫ but it was too late to take it back.

Prime still had me by the neck٫ but he sighed heavily before shoving me onto the floor - catching myself on my hands before I hit the ground. 

“Don’t even bother trying to use any of your cybernetics - I put a lock on all of your tech and good luck putting up much of a fight without it.” 

---------- 2 weeks later —--------

   Over the few weeks that I had been here٫ regardless of how much of an asshole Prime was٫ no matter what it was that I needed or asked (within reason) for he was quick to give it to me. He didn’t appreciate any of my back talk and if I overstepped too far he did with hold things from me as a punishment٫ but for the most part it seemed like his intentions with me weren’t entirely evil - something I not only found puzzling٫ but very difficult to believe was actually genuine.

I pushed the limits of what he would allow a little bit further everyday٫ hoping to gain his trust so that I would be able to either escape or find someway to get a message to my Rick. I still wasn't exactly sure where we even were in relation to the universe - the curve - or maybe we were outside it? It was hard to know with the very little freedom within this elaborate sci-fi base that I was allowed. The most I could do while here was think - run through multiple plans and assess the probability of success rate to each plan I thought of. Most٫ if not every٫ plan I had managed to conjure up was far from impervious to any snags or complete failure given then sheer innate ability of Rick Prime to always somehow be 10 steps ahead. 

Today felt different though٫ I couldn't explain it٫ but as I sat across from him eating the breakfast that he had prepared for me - I could feel a different kind of tension in the air.

“Do you want to know why exactly you’re so special٫ Aurora?”

“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me even if I say no, so why the hell not?”

I was pushing around my eggs with my fork now٫ waiting patiently for his response. He kept telling me how ‘rare’ and ‘special’ I was to his grand design٫ but no matter how often he brought this up (which felt like constantly)٫ he refused to tell me how and why. Until now that is٫ which also struck me as weird.

“In order for you to even exist at all٫ Diane had to die you know? You’re familiar with the big bang I assume?”

“Nah٫ I just have a PhD in Quantum Physics for absolutely no reason at all - in fact٫ I just printed it off the internet completely fabricated credentials.” I said٫ the sarcasm clear in my tone as I spoke - I ran the risk of him punishing me for doing so٫ but he was usually lenient with my sarcasm since it matched his overt cynicism. It was my sharp tongue for disrespect and foul insults that really got under his skin.

“Well when I created the omega device to wipe out Diane٫ I didn't think to solve for any kinds of ripple effect that it might cause.”

“Meaning what exactly?”

“Well not completely unlike the big bang - the destruction of Diane’s life across infinity somehow resulted in the cataclysm that created X-258.”

“You’re saying you're responsible for me even existing? How is that even possible? Rapid succession in an inflationary epoch?”

“Precisely - well said. This means that without my omega device٫ you wouldn’t exist. How do you think ‘'wife guy” is going to react when he finds out that I literally made his new slam piece?”

“If you’re even telling the truth٫ which I suppose it is possible therefore also equally not possible by association. I guess given the rightly distribution of a negligible density gradient in order to deter the collapse into just a black hole and taking into consideration cosmic acceleration - I can’t disprove your theory٫ but that doesn’t mean you aren’t just bullshitting me right now.”

“As much as I love bullshitting and torturing other Rick’s for my own amusement٫ this is as real as real gets Aurora. You are only here because Diane had to die. You’re welcome and I’ll be accepting all forms of payment as a thank you٫ especially sexual favors.” 

“Wow٫ so my whole life is a lie - imagine that.” 

“You don’t seem too deeply affected by this revelation?”

“Did you expect me to lose my mind over a random occurring cosmological event? There was no way you knew your elimination of Diane would result in the formation of a universe that randomly produced me - so you did something by accident which is literally how 80% of all scientific findings usually occur. You aren’t special or interesting just because you managed to create a random event in spacetime - I do appreciate your massive need to milk your ego about it though.” 

“Spoken like a true Rick - which you are as far as I’m concerned. The most intriguing out of any possible iteration.”

“So what exactly about that makes me so valuable to you?”

“Other than the fact that ‘'wife guy” loves you٫ according to my advanced research using your brain scans and blood and tissue samples٫ I should be able use both to develop the infinite Rick serum which would make me immortal. I’m not referencing no low grade cybernetic٫ tech bullshit either. I’m talking real٫ invincible immortality. An actual God with the power to create and destroy whatever and whoever I want - 100% unstoppable.”

“Wow٫ who could have possibly guessed that the power hungry evil٫ emo٫ sci-fi Rick with a nondescript haircut would want something so nuanced and lame? If you’re immortal that kind of takes away from the pay off does it not? Not that doing anything honorably is a concern of yours of course.”

“So what do you think about giving your input on something for me?”

“Once again - why bother even asking if you’re just going to make me do it anyways?”

“I guess to give you the illusion of free will or just maybe I kind of like you - don’t get a big head about it though I would still kill you without a second thought if I ever needed to.” 

“Okay what exactly am I giving my input on?”

“I feel it may be best to just show you - meet me in the lab after you’ve finished your breakfast. Don’t keep me waiting long, it won’t end well for you.”

I rolled my eyes at his threatening tone as he got up from the table and left the room, I don’t know why I was so attracted to Prime the way I was - especially after what he did to my Rick, but I came to the ultimate conclusion that it was because him and my Rick were indeed so similar. The two Rickest Ricks in all of the infinite number of Rick’s that existed - the only two Rick’s to actually invent portal travel. In a way, my Rick only existed the way he did because of Prime’s destruction of his simple, domestic life. Prime was literally just my Rick without any sense of moral obligation and no matter how much I tried to convince myself that this fucker was bad and that I needed to distance myself - I simply couldn’t. I felt like my dna was so entangled up in having love for Rick that despite Prime’s obvious evil, I still loved him for simply just being a version of Rick. How fucked was that? Jesus fucking Christ - I needed out of here and soon before I really fucked up.

I finished my breakfast and headed out of the kitchen and into Prime’s elaborate sci-fi laboratory - this guy never did anything subtle that was for fucking sure and his attention to detail was absolutely infallible. He had something pulled up on the screen above where he was sitting and the closer I got, the more my eyes focused on the image. It was an image of me with a younger Rick, my Rick and Birdperson when we were together as freedom fighters on Glap-Flaps Third Moon. The Battle of Blood Ridge - this image was obviously a snapshot taken from my mind when Prime brain scanned me, but I didn’t really understand its significance to him. But, I’m sure he was going to tell me even if I didn’t exactly care to know.

“Blood Ridge?” I questioned, my arms crossed across my chest as I approached his sitting form and stood beside him to wait for his response.

“Seems like Nietzsche wasn’t totally blowing smoke out of his ass when he said that whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster -”

“And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back at you. What does Nietzsche have to do with Blood Ridge?” I cut him off by finishing the Friedrich Nietzsche quote he was referring to.

“Well I’m so glad you asked Aurora…” He started as he pulled up a replay of Rick and I’s interaction with Birdperson after the Battle had been won. I watched the playback intently, hoping to see something within my own memory that maybe I hadn’t noticed before in order to try to put together a theory of where exactly Prime was going with this. 

-Playback from ‘Aurora’s Memory’ initiated-

Memory Rick: “Damn that shit was cash.”

Bird Person: “It was extremely bad ass. The Battle of Blood Ridge is over. The Federation lost. I am in your debt.”

Memory Rick: “Come with us.”

Bird Person: “To somewhere…nearby?”

Memory Rick: “Anywhere. E-Everywhere.”

Bird Person: “Rick, Aurora, I don't expect you guys to keep fighting, but this war is…”

Aurora: “Far from over…we know.”

Memory Rick: “Dude, we share this with almost nobody, but we could take you right now to this same battlefield, in a universe where we lost, or another where we won, or another where the war never even happened. All equally real, all equally unreal. None of it matters.”

Bird Person: “Then why did you help?”

Memory Rick: “Because I respect you. And I wanted you to know you could respect me.”

Bird Person: “Even though nothing matters?”

Memory Rick: “Okay. You matter... to me.”

Bird Person: “Uh, the relationship that we have…”

Memory Rick: “I NEVER used that word!”

Bird Person: “... is not worth my integrity…”

Memory Rick: “Oh, my God. It's not a complicated transaction, my man. "Would you like to join me doing awesome shit that matters?" "No, I would not. I would rather be a judgmental dork." Case closed. Really no need to drag it out.”

Bird Person: “If you need me, use the beacon.”

Memory Rick: “Yeah, I'm gonna use that beacon a lot. I hope... hope I don't wear it out. Come on Aurora, lets get the fuck out of here.”

—- Playback Finalized —--

“Okay, so what exactly does my memory of Bird Person rejecting my Rick have anything to do with you?”

“Seems allegorical in relation to how Diane died don’t you think? His rejection of me, Bird Person’s rejection of him, you either die a hero or see yourself live long enough to become the villain.” 

“Are you trying to suggest to me that my Rick has essentially turned into you? I hope you’re not because that would be absolutely nonsensical.”

“You see Aurora, your Rick isn’t all he’s cracked up to be either. He’s murdered hundreds if not thousands of innocent Ricks, he’s manipulated a version of our adult daughter to get a divorce, he sells weapons to hit men and other criminals, he Cronenberged my original dimension and left my daughter, my granddaughter and my Jerry behind to rot in a world that he ruined, he exploited and threatened to destroy a microverse that he created to control his fucking car, and the worst possible one he trapped all the people in his original reality into an endless mental time loop while their bodies still grew old. Your Rick isn’t and never was the saint you believe him to be - so why hate me for something so small in the grand scheme of things?”

“You’re literally the reason why he did most of that. I don’t think my Rick is a saint, I think he’s a sad, broken man who is trying his best to continue on in his life after losing the very thing he used to live for. What makes my Rick so different from you is his capability to feel and connect to human emotion - his wild callousness is just a front so he doesn’t have to feel the pain his life radiates. He has surpassed you in so many ways, but he will NEVER be the monster you are because he is capable of changing. You know nothing about him and even sitting here under the guise that you do is ridiculous. You will never be him and he will NEVER be you.”

“You’d defend him even if he was the one who killed your husband wouldn’t you?”

“My husband died because you killed Diane - because you accidentally created X-258 where my husband was killed in a freak fucking accident. To even insinuate such an asinine thought is in bad taste even for you. If anything, you’d be indirectly responsible for the death of my husband, big fucking shocker there.” 

“How would your husband feel if he knew you gave up on him to be with Rick?”

“My husband has been gone for 25 years, Prime and I loved him dearly when he was alive, but Rick, my Rick, is the love of my life. I don’t have to explain ‘love’ to you especially because you are literally incapable of ever fucking getting it. Killing your wife across infinity because some alternate versions of yourself pissed you off? The mother of your daughter - you have some fucking nerve.”

I was angry now, my words slicing into Prime’s direction like a knife and he was clearly getting upset with my tone towards him. I don’t know exactly what his end goal with me was - he had my blood and tissue samples, he had my brain scans. Why not just let me go or kill me if he got what he had said he wanted? Then it hit me. Prime was in love with me. A man that I had labeled as so incapable of feeling had some sort of feelings for me - what a fucking mind fuck that was to take in. I had made myself speechless as I waited patiently for him to say something to either confirm or deny my theory, but he said nothing so I spoke once more.

“You love me, don’t you? You have feelings for me.”

His silence after I said that was deafening and he quickly stood up from his place in his chair to grab my face in his hands roughly and smash his lips to mine. I knew it. He kissed me so roughly that I barely even had time to react, but once I was finally able to comprehend what was happening, I deepened the kiss. I was actually enjoying this despite how fucking wrong my moral compass knew that it was. He pulled away from me gently, his blue eyes looking me dead in mine before he said in a very demanding, yet hot, tone;

“Strip for me.”

And I did exactly as I was told.

—----------

 His hand bent around the curvature of my neck brushing it softly as he continued to walk around me٫ his other hand finding my breasts and taking a nipple into his free hand subtly. He rubbed the nub between his thumb and forefinger as he continued to eye me up and down with an obvious hunger in his eyes٫ his other hand snaking down my body slowly till it found rest on my hip gently pulling me to him as he did so. 

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered٫ his eyes glued to my chest as he spoke eloquently.

He was still fully clothed٫ but I was determined to change that - I reached forward and begun unzipping his jacket٫ him allowing it to fall to the floor as I pushed it off his shoulders. I found the hem of his long sleeve next٫ my hands creeping slowly underneath to touch his warm skin and my god his skin felt like I was touching pure electricity the more my fingers danced over his adorable blue happy trail to find a home on his belt buckle. I began undoing it roughly٫ pulling his belt through the loops in his jeans and throwing it elsewhere. I unbuttoned his jeans with my hands٫ quickly slipping my fingers under the waistband of his boxers where I longed to have his dick pressed up against any part of me.

I smirked up at him as I pulled him even closer to my naked body٫ his hands wrapping around me in all the right ways as I felt his extremely hard member pressing into one my thighs now. The length and the girth simply drove me insane as I continued to work diligently to undress him. He suddenly grabbed the back of my head with enough force to crash my lips to his٫ our lips melding together perfectly and I couldn’t help٫ but let out a small moan in favor of his wicked foreplay. The more he touched and teased me٫ the more I desperately wanted to beg him to just destroy me right there. I was so fucked. Fucking Prime. What was I doing? At this point I was too far gone to care - I wanted him and I wanted him BAD.

  I pushed his black jeans down past his jutted hip-bones٫ them falling down his tall stature to pool at his feet before he stepped out of them and led me back up against the wall. His fingers left my breasts٫ trailing down until they reached the very top of my mound - him allowing a single digit to pass between my folds to feel the abundance of wetness that I had increasing with each moment between my legs. 

“So wet for me already٫ such a horny girl for any Rick aren’t you?” He licked his lips as he pulled away from mine to speak٫ him looking me dead in the eyes as he said that - the lust obvious in his gorgeous icy blue eyes. 

“You have no idea how much I long for you to absolutely destroy me.” I whispered back٫ my fingers grappling the side of his boxers before pushing them off of him in one swift motion that now left him vulnerable and naked in front of me like I had been this entire time and ugh was it so worth the wait. 

Prime had so many scars littering his whole body٫ adding a sense of mystery and a hot toughness to his already sexy body. I felt guilty that I was about to do this٫ but he was still a Rick whether he was evil or not and holy fuck did his extreme callousness and his “I don’t give a single fuck” attitude turn me on even more. I was like putty in Prime’s hands right now and he was loving it. 

“I think I have a pretty good concept٫ but you have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are. If I could٫ I would put you on display so that everyone could see me destroy a perfect little pussy like yours. Holy fuck.” 

“You want to fuck me in front of spectators?”

“I want them to revel in jealousy over how I get to be buried in a perfect little thing like you.”

“They should be jealous of me too٫ getting to be a good little cock sleeve for your perfect and massive cock. I love the way you feel pressed against my thigh right now٫ I almost can’t fucking take it.” I whispered in his ear٫ rolling my hips so that I brushed myself up against his rock hard penis - it almost jumping after me over the sudden sensation. 

“Mmm what a good girl٫ stroking daddy Prime’s ego. I think it's high time I reward you for such good and filthy behavior.” 

He grabbed me harshly by the hips and lifted me till I was straddling his waist with my back up against the wall as he placed himself at my entrance. He parted me gently with the head of his dick before slamming into me so aggressively that I cried out as I felt him ram into my cervix hard as he stroked my g-spot on the way there.

“Oh my god.” I panted٫ holding on to him with a death grip around his neck and my fingers tangling in his powder blue hair as he continued to thrust up into me skillfully. 

“That’s right darling٫ I am your god.” He said٫ his lips attacking my neck and jawline with an abundance of sloppy kisses - him using his teeth to mark me however he wanted. The sweet feeling of the slight pain driving me crazy as I held onto him tighter - slowly rocking my hips in tandem with his getting a small moan from him in return as I bounced on his cock dexterously.

“It’s like universe literally created you just for me٫ the way your pussy just grips the absolute fuck out of my dick. Fuuck Aurora٫ no fucking wonder why “wife guy” is so obsessed with you٫ you take dick like a fucking champ.” 

“It's not hard when Rick’s have such dynamite dick game - I’ve never ever been disappointed by a Rick sexually.” I purred٫ gripping tufts of his hair and pulling hard enough to hear him moan against my skin. 

“Is that so, mmm you were so worth the wait.”

“I want you to come in me so hard that you see fucking stars, baby.” I growled in his ear as he continued to fuck me hard up against the wall, one of arms on the side of me bracing himself and his other hand was wrapped around my neck holding me to the wall tightly. I hadn’t noticed before now, but his ‘6,5” frame had me up in the air so high, holy shit - I felt like I was practically floating off of the ground at this moment. Damn the sex was good. 

He soon moved his arm against the wall in order to place his long, lanky fingers on my clit, abusing the nub gently as he continued to go in and out of me. He was watching his dick as he pumped his hips, a smirk plastered on his handsome face as he was enjoying watching his dick disappear inside of me with each thrust. I was moaning loudly now, thankful that we were basically in the middle of nowhere in space because I could have probably awoken a whole cemetery.

“That’s it baby, come for me.”

I could feel that he was close and my eyesight was starting to get blurry the faster his fingers worked to bring me closer to my own climax. 

“Oh my god - Prime - I’m - ahhhhhh Rick.” I moaned out as he pushed me over the edge, my pussy pulsating around his dick as he also released into me, burying his face into my shoulder as we rode out the highs of our climaxes together. Both of us sweaty messes as we tried diligently to try and catch our breaths from that  absolutely intense workout we had just finished.

Fuck. I seriously just fucked Rick Prime. Fuck. 

What had I done?

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[captainjacklyn]

A headcanon of Azul,Idia and Riddle with a s/o who likes to baby and tease them just to see their flushed face please?

for example s/o calls them  attractive, beautiful, cute, gorgeous, handsome, pretty, sexy, tasty.

randomly kissing their back of neck, face, forehead, hands, collarbone, jawbone.

My my~ I was quite surprise when my box was already receiving a lot of attention already ! Well then, first come, first served. I hope you enjoy it !

thank you for requesting this I am truly happy.

the reader is gender neutral so that everyone is able to enjoy this headcanon. And pure crack on idia's part because I had way too much fun with the fact that he has fire for hair.

Azul, Idia and Riddle with a s/o who babies and teases them

Azul does his best to keep his smug façade on when you are around, but he can't deny that he melts every time you offer him a sudden compliment.

"Handsome", "gorgeous", "cute"...He truly isn't used to such affection but he won't stop you from continuing either.

At the start of your relationship he was taken aback by the sudden outburst of kisses. When you asked him for his hand, the young octopus was slightly suspicious but once you placed a small peck on the back, it was easily replaced with adorable pink cheeks.

Although he sometimes doubt your words due to his insecurities of when he was younger. So you will have to reassure him with words of affirmation. Cuddles, caressing his hair as he rests on your chest.. these are all good option into reminding him that your love is true.

Azul is rather touch-starved and to be quite honest you are possibly his first ever partner as well as his first kiss.

When you kissed him on his beauty mark, you could almost catch him in tears. For azul, any sort of affection coming from you is a big step in his life for him.

Nevertheless, he prefers when you tease him in private behind walls. The poor little tako would be so embarrassed if you would ever do it to him in front of others.

One day, he had a dorm leader meeting with the principal and you had insisted in coming along.

Oh boy can you imagine his surprise when you claimed about how smart and attractive he was in front of everyone.

Crowley was about to tell you not to distract the others until your next statement had him completely of guard.

"It's not good to be this envious headmaster, to be honest, I am not the least surprised to find you without a wife at this age."

That shut him right up.

Before you knew it, azul was a screaming kettle now. His face was burning bright red, even redder than riddle's hair.

My goodness what is he going to do with you.

In truth riddle is always caught off guard by your affectionate personality. It isn't that he dislikes it but it surprises him, however, the longer you two are together the more he starts to truly enjoy the way you baby him.

Like azul, the young boy those not possesses much experience when it comes to relationship.

his mother always told him that love was simply a distraction in the path to perfection and that he shouldn't even try to indulge in these feelings.

But when you arrived in his life, he had already forgotten the rule his mother had put.

When you give him a kiss on the forehead he is taken aback and tries to ignore the feeling of his cheeks heating up.

He also is very touch-starved, simple kisses here and there and may seem like a small act for you but for him it means the whole world.

Especially when it comes to your compliments.

Riddle is on his guard at the start of your relationship but once he gets used to your personality everything will be just-

It's not fine.

You make him redder then a strawberry and he keeps getting caught off guard every. single. time.

But if we put your teasing aside, he truly is grateful to have met someone as affectionate and loving as you. There was a time where he was doing his homework and you decided to distract him from duties. Without a warning, you cupped his face gently with your hands and left a long kiss in between his eyebrows. He was planning on reprimanding you for disturbing his focus but your act changed his choice of words.

...You truly are something else aren't you ?

No s/o, him confessing the trauma caused by his mother does not mean slam her in the face with a frying pan-

s/o ?

S/O NO-

You are going to kill him.

Did his life just become an otome series ?!

It felt like he ended up with the ultimate Ssr character, no one truly knows how he ended up with someone like you.

The boy himself has no idea how he found himself such a caring s/o, I mean look.

He is a shut-in who refuses to interact with anyone in general, survives off energy drinks and probably hasn't touched grass in ten years.

AND SOMEONE COMES INTO HIS LIFE TO ADORE HIM ?!

He always end up turning the sprinkler on because of your teasing, his hair had never been this pink in his life. Now it always becomes a firestorm.

He often tries to hide his smile when he's around you because he came up with the conclusion that you would think he's a freak or simply someone strange.

He was caught. off. guard. when you called him sexy right then and there.

Looks at you like this : O_O

And then proceeds to turn into a blazing inferno of pink flames.

Your kisses will probably the death of Idia and Night Raven college, because of how FUCKING DANGEROUS IT IS !!!

ORTHO GRAB THE FIRE EXTINGUESHER THE SCHOOL IS ON FIRE !!!

You don't kill him but you do burn down the school to ashes, which is NOT FUCKING OK.

Idia loves you but for the sake of god and crowley's lazy ass, do not tease him too much. You will get the flushed face as expected but please....

IT DOESN'T MEAN "BECOME AN ARSONIST SON!" or "JOIN THE HOT SIDE SON!"

...I need to calm down.

Idia loves you and your babying, he truly does and he still can't believe you two are together but if you say one more "You are magnificent" or a kiss on the neck.

Something will blowup.

....I hope you like it

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[depravitycentral]

Wait but can i please ask for a darling that can speak a language that her captor( especially Nobunaga or Uvogin) can't ? 🥹

Like she speaks Vietnamese so everytime that dude try to hugs her or random shit and she said "Cút ra coi" ( please fuck off) and he can't understand! Maybe he will be mad since her tone is carrying alot of attitudes.

Since Vietnamese have ALOT of cursed words so i think i can bullied them and get away with it sometime...

You don't have to do this if you don't want to but if you did, thank you alot. I recently go crazy with your blog, you are so talented 😭🙌. Love and support from Vietnam!

As a preface, my native language is English, I speak a passable amount of Spanish, and I'm minoring in German at my university but I'm not nearly proficient, so I'm not exactly the expert in being fluently multilingual, but I'll try my best with this one!

As with most things, different yanderes have different feelings regarding this ability of yours. By and large, they find it wonderful - you're just so smart, so capable and wonderful and hearing the way the syllables and phrases fall from your lips gets them shivering, their heart racing in their chest because god, you sound heavenly. Even if the language is harsher sounding, or isn't considered the most alluring - it's seductive to them, sensual, sexy.

But, of course, you're only supposed to use the other language(s) at certain times. On their terms. When they want to just admire you and not understand what you're saying. When you're just supposed to look pretty, to be gorgeous and wonderful and perfect.

But the rest of the time, speak what they understand, yeah?

Because really, the worst nightmare of most yanderes is to be unable to understand what you're saying - they crave your attention and interaction with you so deeply and desperately that they can't stand not having a clue of what you're saying. Every thought you have feels precious to them, like some sort of cherished, rare commodity that they absolutely can't waste.

But of course, each yandere is different, so let's discuss!

Some are genuinely ambivalent. The lucid yanderes really fall into two main categories; apathetic, and paranoid. The more apathetic, laid-back yanderes think it's good that you're speaking in a language that makes you more comfortable. They want you to feel comfortable and happy around them, after all, and if this is the way to make that happen, so be it. This is a very small price to pay to make you like them more - they can't understand what you're saying, sure, but it's good for you to be able to vent, to be able to speak all your feelings - even if they wish they could hear every single word. Besides, you look nice when you're speaking - they like to watch your lips, the different sounds making them pucker and smack and look soft and warm and delicious. A few yanderes who react in this way include Franklin Bordeau, Pakunoda, Uvogin, Hajime Iwaizumi, Gyomei Himejima, and Shouta Aizawa.

Some of them are paranoid that you're saying things about them, calling them horrible names and expressing your hatred for them. Mostly, this stems from the yandere's own lucidity and shame for how they feel for you. It's wrong to be so obsessed with you, and even further wrong to have kidnapped you and forced you to stay with them for the rest of your life - of course you're angry, and it's healthy to vent your feelings. Except, there's this sense of diminished control when you're ranting and raving in another language, because even though you sound pretty, what are you saying? You aren't using their name, sure, but you sound mad, and they're the only possible cause. Are you calling them a monster? Telling them they're hideous and disgusting and some sick freak? You're well within your rights to do so, sure, but they want to at least know what kind of insults you're throwing their way. Overthinking and anxiety get the best of them, and they start forbidding you from speaking another language - on the grounds of it being unfair or some other horrible, childish excuse. Mostly, they just don't like the idea of you harboring hateful feelings for them without even knowing about it. It's scary, and even if it sounds pretty and makes them gush over you, it's not preferable. A few yanderes that come to mind for this category are Feitan Portor, Obanai Iguro, Tobio Kageyama, Kenji Futakuchi, and Tomura Shigaraki.

Some are utterly fascinated. Watching you speak another language can captivate them for hours, and they'll be bugging you to explain everything you're saying, perched at the edge of their seat because they want to understand this piece of you. They'll want you to teach them a little bit - just a few phrases, to start, but you'll find that they've gone and done some research of their own, quickly getting a feel for the language because it's your language and they want to impress you - and will begin actively trying to use it in their everyday interactions with you. The phrases they prioritize are I love you, you are beautiful, you are mine, and come to bed with me. (And of course, depending on the language, that last one can have a whole wealth of different connotations.) It makes them feel connected to you, like there's some special thing binding you two together - particularly if it's a language that's less commonly spoken. It's like some secret you two share, and for the more possessive yanderes, it's just another claim of ownership over you - they can be involved in every part of your life, slowly seeping their presence into every little thing you do - even something as natural and personal and raw. A few yanderes who take this approach are Chrollo Lucilfer, Kurapika Kurta, Koushi Sugawara, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Hizashi Yamada, and Taishiro Toyomitsu.

By and large, most yanderes have positive feelings towards your ability to speak another language - it just makes you more special, and convinces them that you're even more worthy of their attention and attraction.

Besides, when you say their name with the accent it would be spoken in your language?

Well, it's your fault when they're throwing you onto the bed and kissing you like they'll die without you.

(Also I am sending you hugs and kisses, thanks for supporting my blog from Vietnam!! As for Nobunaga, I have mixed feelings about where to place him on this listing - I think he'd like the idea, initially, because you just look so damn cute when you're speaking your language, especially when you're cursing or frustrated. But the moment that you say something he thinks might be about him and might be even a bit negative, suddenly those endearing feelings are changing. Suddenly he's growing defensive, hostile, suspicious, demanding you tell him what you said and thus falling into the second category mentioned above. I think he's a hard yandere to categorize for most things because his delusional mindset makes him a bit unpredictable, but that would be my guess!)

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[aurumacadicus]

What are you procrastinating?

Steve and Tony techy spy au?

*waves hand at... everything* Eh.

Anyway I'm feeling some okayish-dad Howard and stupid boys. But when am I not feeling stupid boys 🤔

Steve isn't about this whole... high-tech stuff. He's been doing this spy thing for years without even a smart phone. He doesn't want all these newfangled gadgets that take up space that could be filled with extra bullets instead. Sure, the key-reader had come in handy, but he also could have just kicked the door open in the same amount of time. He tries, though. He knows the world is getting more reliant on tech, and while his flip phone and motorcycle are enough for him, espionage is advancing to heights he never could have imagined. Plus, it genuinely helps that he always looks a little confused when he does anything tech-related. Most people think he's too stupid to know how to upload viruses and key loggers. He's gotten a lot more on board with it now that Tony is working in the labs, though. Tony is bright, and he always smiles wide as he explains exactly what his inventions do. So maybe Steve leans into being a neanderthal a little bit, just so he can get some extra attention as Tony makes absolutely sure he understands how everything works. His life depends on it, sometimes! He needs to know this stuff! And sometimes Tony leans in, one long line of heat against the side of Steve's body, and Steve is grateful he actually knew what Tony was talking about because all he could think at the time was 'Tony Tony Tony Tony' and he took in nothing.

Tony is, unfortunately, untouchable. Peggy is the head of the organization, but there are several others under her who wield almost as much power. Howard Stark is one of them. Steve had thought he and Howard had a pretty good rapport. They would get drinks after work, sometimes even eat lunch in the commissary together. Howard liked the work Steve did, and he also had a soft spot for older technology like Steve. They got along. But then one day, while they were taking their trays to one of the tables to sit at for lunch, someone said, "Have you seen the ass on that new guy in tech? Bet he's tight as a--" and Howard wordlessly slammed his tray into the guy's head with such force that it bounced off the table. "My son's ass is as tight as what?" Howard had asked mildly, as if he had not cracked his tray in half, and the surrounding three tables had scattered. Steve had wanted to run, too, but he'd pretended he understood Howard's reaction and how obviously he'd made the right decision. No one should be talked about like that, least of all a sub-director's son. After lunch, Steve had immediately gone to a payphone three blocks away and left all his friends messages to please god please don't tease him about how much he's talked about how sexy Tony is at work Howard will murder him Agent Malloy got a concussion please.

It's not like Steve is special, anyway. Tony is enthused about one thing only: Technology. Part of the reason he got the job was because Howard was tired of being pestered to show things to Peggy for him. Howard had cleared a path for him to force his way into Peggy's office and show off his stuff firsthand and that had been that. (Rumors said that Peggy was still aghast that Howard would allow Tony into a situation where he might be shot by his godmother, but both Howard and Tony showed a distinct lack of care for their safety, so. Maybe there was truth to the rumors.) So being an idiot about technology is the only way that Steve can get his attention. He think it's probably not the best way to endear Tony to him. Tony probably wants someone he thinks can keep up with him, anyway. Steve portrays himself as sort of a dinosaur when it comes to tech. Surely someone who didn't "need" to have things explained to him in very small words. Besides, active field agents were discouraged from serious relationships. It's always possible that they might not come back, or that their significant other would could be used against them. He wouldn't be Tony's first choice, and Tony probably had the good sense not to get involved with an active field agent. (Or if he didn't, Howard had probably scared the majority of them off. Agent Malloy had been the first creep he'd used his hands on. He hadn't been the last.)

Tony is absolutely, embarrassingly, and obviously in love with Steve. He thinks Steve is so sweet. He doesn't understand a lot of high-tech stuff, but he's so earnest when he asks questions, Tony doesn't even mind taking time from other projects to give him explanations. He wants to make sure Steve knows as much as possible so that he's less likely to get hurt. Steve has a sweet smile and he's literally heard him say 'aw, shucks.' He kinda wants to take Steve to bed and make him learn new swears. Steve's basically the only one Howard has good things to say about, too. 'He's a polite young man who would never gossip about how good his boyfriend is in bed,' he'd said. Tony... isn't actually sure why his dad felt the need to tell him that? But he appreciates it. He had his time as the college bicycle and while he's maybe not ready to settle down, he's ready to test the waters, date around. Maybe with Steve, if he could ever get Steve to catch a clue. Every time he hints at a date, Steve starts babbling frantically about someone named Agent Malloy? Tony only met him once. He thinks the guy's on medical leave, maybe. Maybe he's more Steve's type, Tony thinks in disappointment.

"...So you were just making fun of me," Tony says, hurt, after Steve has cracked the code on the digital cuffs he'd been bound with. "When you asked me how things worked." "I just liked listening to you talk," Steve admits, embarrassed, and doesn't meet his eyes. "I'd listen to you read the dictionary. You at least seemed to like talking about tech." "Aw," Tony begins, and then grabs Steve's arm and yanks him down with a scream. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" "What?! What!?" Steve shouts, but then Tony is gathering him to his chest and holding a taser threateningly. "Who are you threatening I can't see Tony oh my god." Howard adjusts his grip on the wooden beam he'd found to use as a weapon. "If I have to watch this comedy of errors for one more minute, I will beat Steve to death." "What are you fucking talking about?!" Tony splutters, at the same time Steve wails, "NO I SAW WHAT YOU DID TO AGENT MALLOY WHEN HE WAS TALKING ABOUT TONY'S ASS!" In the end, Tony has to use a prototype bondage device to disarm and bind his dad so he doesn't kill Steve accidentally club them both and Steve is so in love with him. He's so smart and beautiful and kind. "He is not kind," Howard barks from where Steve is carrying him like he weighs nothing. "Look away Tony. I don't want you getting ideas about his biceps." "It's too late. I had them the first time I saw him training newbies in the gym," Tony retorts, and Steve has to fumble around with Howard as he snarls and gnashes his teeth.

#aurumacadicus answers #ask meme #5 headcanons meme #stony #howard stark #good dad howard

[stefanmikaleson1864]

The Love Interest

Danny Brackett X Reader 

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this !! If you like my work please comment like and re blog it means a lot to see interactions on my work. 

Y/N POV 

Living in New York was a dream. It was all you ever wanted sense you could remember.

 The lights the fast action paced it felt like you belonged here. You also met a great group of friends a long the way. 

Honestly if you asked where you meant them you couldn’t tell them. It was like you all just kind of found each other.

 Which was nice because you didn’t have a lot of family. Your parents weren’t around so it was just you. 

Your parents weren’t the best your mom had a ton of issues going on and she always found a way to self medicate.

 In the most conventional way.  Your father well let’s just say for now he was well known and not for the reasons you would like. 

They always said it was for the best and they were keeping their space in order to protect you.

 But you never understood because if they loved you then you would find a way to protect the ones you loved. 

At least you weren’t alone because now you finally had a family after all these years. 

There was even a love interest mixed in there. Danny lived across the hall and he was so smart and kind and sexy af. 

You had a massive crush on him but you of course would never tell him that. Every time he walked up to you or had a small conversation with him you would always clam up. 

Never in a million years would ever think you stood a chance so you just let it go so your feelings didn’t get hurt. 

Lately though everyone was on edge so you didn’t get to talk to him that much. 

There was a new ghost face going around town. You knew all about the stab movies and never in a million years did you think you would hear about it again in real time. 

It was hard to tell right now if it was the real deal or some sort of copycat. 2 people were murdered so far and both time witness said it was a ghostface killer. They were also people you knew which sent shivers down your spine. 

It also left this sick feeling in your stomach that you just couldn’t pass down. 

So all of your friends decided to come over to yours to keep you safe. Now you seen all the stab movies so you weren’t sure if that was such a good idea but you didn’t have the balls to tell them no either.

Either way it just seemed like a rough situation.

 You were home alone now trying to semi clean up the mess before they got there. You were watching tv the background noise made you feel a little better. 

There was a feeling the air that made it hard to shake and you didn’t know if you were worried about nothing or if you had a right to be. 

Suddenly the phone rang and you could feel your heart beating. You thought it was going to jump out of your chest and you could feel the adrenaline running through your body. 

You slowly walked over to the phone it felt like each step you took was a mile long. Finally you reached the phone and answered it. 

It was silent on the other line just some heavy breathing. Finally you mustard enough courage to answer the phone. 

“Hello” You said shaikly and breathy 

“Hello Y/N how are you got any fun plans for tonight” The iconic voice every knew to well rang through. 

“What the fuck do you want” You said trying not to let this sicko know how scared you were really are. 

“I’m just trying to have some fun tonight it’s big a long time coming don’t you agree” The person said. 

“Yeah well my idea of fun night is fucking you up” You said walking towards the kitchen trying to get the biggest knife you could find. 

You pulled it out slowly and quietly and then started walking around the apartment. 

“Well if this is all you wanted i really need to go” You said into the phone. 

“Come on Y/N I thought we were having fun and I know your alone so you really don’t have anywhere to go do you know”  They said. 

“How the hell do you know I’m alone” You asked trying to conceal the panic in your voice but probably doing a bad job at it. 

“Hmm I know a lot of things about you” The voice said. 

You didn’t answer him right away you just kept walking around the apartment with the knife in your hand checking to see if they were there. I mean if they were you didn’t have any clue on what you were gonna do about it. 

Suddenly a knock on the door made you jump out of your own skin. You slowly walked over to the door with the knife in the air. 

You prayed in your head that it was all just a joke and you weren’t about to be murdered. 

You slowly opened it up and was scared shit less when your friends jumped in and screamed at you. 

You dropped the knife and then hung up the phone and threw it on the couch. Your friends looked at you with a confused look on their face. 

“What the hell happened to you” Jace asked. 

“Which one of you was it” You asked

“What the hell are you talking about” Emily asked. 

“Stop fucking with me right now” You yelled. 

“Whoa calm down we just wanted to scare you a little what the hell is going on” Dylan asked. 

“Someone called me with the you know voice” You said moving your hands around in the air 

“It was someone just probably fucking with you” Jace said 

“I don’t know it felt different they knew I was alone” You said 

“A lucky guess come on half of the people in new york live alone” Emily said. 

“Yeah maybe what ever” You said. 

You walked over on the couch and plopped down and tried to calm down your beating heart. There was something in the air that was still leaving you on edge. 

Dylan walked over to you and sat down. She grabbed your hand and looked at you with a worried face. 

“Babe come on talk to me are you okay” She asked. 

“Yeah that phone call just scared me a little” You said honestly. 

She then flung herself on you and laid on you resting her head on your chest. It did help you feel a little better. 

“Don’t worry Y/N were protect you from the big bad killer” Jace said. 

You rolled your eyes at them and laughed a little. The rest of them threw all their pillows and stuff all over the floor and made themselves at home. 

The only person you were missing now was Danny. You couldn’t help but keep thinking how nice it would be if he were there with you. 

You all were lounged around watching tv and playing all on your phones. You felt better now that they were they with you it did make you feel a bit safer if you were thinking about it. 

 A couple of hours had passed and the night was pretty quiet. You all had ordered hella food in and was watching movies all night. 

You were getting tired and wanted to go bed. When suddenly there was a loud noise coming from the background. 

Dylan who was still laying with you on the couch jumped up and looked scared. Everyone else just kind of looked at each other. Everyone was to stunned to move. You grabbed the knife that you placed on the table and got up. 

You suddenly had some self confidence and slowly walked towards where the noise was coming from. 

You could feel your heart beating out if it’s chest and your entire body was shaking. All you could keep thinking was please god don’t let me die. 

The noise kept getting louder and louder as you made your way closer.. 

Suddenly a hand was placed on your back and you felt your soul leave your entire body.  The only thought you had in this moment was please god don’t take me home. 

Then a soothing and recognisable voice said something to you

“Baby what’s going I heard screaming and noises” Danny said to you. 

You felt a million times better knowing it was just him. You turned around and looked at him and he had a worried look all over his face. 

You could feel a weight being lifted off your chest to see him. 

“I think he’s here and i think he’s in the room” You said the worry in your voice. 

“Who’s here” Danny asked confusion in his voice. 

“Ghostface” Was all you able to get out. 

“How and why do you think that” He asked 

“I got a phone call earlier and I thought maybe it was just a prank so I didn’t say anything now I’m freaking out” You said 

“Okay calm down call the cops and get everyone out of here” Danny said 

“No wait what about you” You asked 

“I’ll be fine I’m gonna go check it out” Danny said 

“Like hell you are not alone two of us have better odds” You said 

“Y/N” he started.. 

“No i’m not letting you do this alone” You said firmly to him 

He looked like he was gonna argue but you gave him a face that said you better not start anything. 

He walked in front of you and kept a hand on you at all times. Why did you have to be a nice person and go. Maybe you should have ran out. But hopefully someone out there already called 911. 

It felt like the way to the room was taking forever. 

Finally you reached the room and Danny opened it slowly. You closed you eyes and silently prayed to your self. 

You opened up and saw your worst nightmare right in front of you. Ghostface was standing in the centre of the room with a knife in his hand. 

Your heart stopped beating and your face went pale white. You were waiting for those flight or fight response to kick in. 

“Fuck you want” You heard Danny yelled. 

And you were a little upset with him because why you mess with this man. 

Ghostface didn’t even say anything he just titled his head a little and then ran towards y’all with a knife. Danny closed the door and the both of you bolted out of the way. 

When you got to the living room everyone was kind of scattered and you didn’t even remember if you yelled anything you tried your best to run to the door. 

Suddenly you felt someone grab the back of you and pushed you on the ground hard. You could feel the stinging in your head and you had double vision. 

You tried your best to gather yourself but it was hard. Your whole entire body felt weak. 

All you heard faintly was someone yelling in the background your name. 

You felt hands on you again and at this point you were to messed up again. When they lifted you up yor head leaned back and you saw it was Danny. He was trying to drag you out of there. 

Suddenly the lights went out and you could feel him gently put you back down. You kept wanting to close your eyes but you knew a hell of a lot better. 

There was blood curling screams that were let out and it was hard to tell who it was. 

Finally it felt like your flight or fight kicked in because then you stood up so fast that you forgot you were hurt. 

You tried to look around but you could’t see anything. You tried to remember where everything was in the apartment so you could at least leave or turn on the lights. 

Making your way to the wall after scrambling what felt like a while. You turned on the lights and you were shocked and sick to your stomach to see Jace in the middle of the living dead. He was covered in stab wounds and there was blood everywhere. 

He was one of your best friends and you were so crushed and gutted right now. Everyone was looking around at each other wondering what the hell to do and who the hell could have done it. 

You did the only thing you could think of was to run out of the apartment and get the hell out of there. You weren’t even sure who followed behind you but you didn’t stop running. 

You reached the elevator and it wasn’t coming no matter how many times you pushed the button. 

So you started knocking on doors screaming help but no one really answered. So you took the fire escape stairs. You were running so fast you weren’t sure how you didn’t fall. Finally after 6 flights you made it. 

But of course life wasn’t going to be that easy. The doors were tied from the outside and you couldn’t make your way out. 

You pulled on the doors and banged but one came. No one was even leaving their apartment so you weren’t sure what to do.

You ran towards the other end then you ran into Danny or more like crashing into him. 

“Whoa are you okay” He asked grabbing you and looking you up and down.

“The door is locked from the outside and we can’t go anywhere” You yelled out all in one breath. 

“OKay we need to hunker down somewhere and try and play it lowkey until help comes okay I called the cops” Danny said. 

You heard more blood curdling screams and you froze up in fear again. Suddenly Emily came running down the fire escape and was covered in blood. She looked at you scared and upset. 

“What happened” You asked 

“Dylan Is dead” She said

“What how “ was all you could get out. 

“Ghostface we tried to get out but we couldn’t” Emily said.

You looked over at Danny and his face looked like he wasn’t believing what she was putting out. 

“Where did this happen” He asked. 

“In the apartment” She said in a defensive manner 

“Why didn’t you run out” Danny asked 

“We tried but” Emily said but he cut her off’ 

“Nah something ain’t adding up here” He said 

“Come on now we weren’t there to know what happened” You said trying to defuse the situation. 

Suddenly you could feel your heart pounding again when you looked over Emily’s shoulder and there was Ghost face coming up behind her. 

“Fuck everyone Run” Danny yelled. 

You both did not follow that advice because you both instead slowly backed away scared to make any sudden movements. 

He ran up behind Emily who just looked confused. Ghost face ran up behind her and started stabbing her over and over again. Her scream filled the hallways and you were frozen in fear at the scene in front of you. 

Then Emily started laughing and it scared the hell out of you

Danny placed his whole body in front of you. And you couldn’t get anything out of your mouth because you were in complete shock. 

“What the hell” Danny said

 “Did I get you how was my performance” Emily asked. 

“Why what’s going on” You asked 

“What do you mean i think it’s pretty obvious don’t you think” Emiy said 

Ghost face just started walking closer to yall slowly and you both kept just taking steps back. You backed up all the way into the wall at the end of the hallway. You were shaking in fear and honestly thought this was going to be it .

Ghostface slowly lifted off his mask to show the shock of a lifetime when Jace pulled off the mask. 

Why the hell would either of them want to be involved in what motive would you have. 

“Are you not putting this together” Jace laughed 

“I’m sorry you want me to the pieces together ? Fuck you” You yelled walking past Danny and looking them straight in the eye.

You felt more anger than fear because why would they do something like this. 

“Let me break it down for you hunnie. You made it real easy we set you up” Emily said

“Why would you want to do that” You asked 

“Why the Fuck not we wanna be famous” Jace yelled

“We know who you are we tracked you down on purpose we knew your mom wouldn’t miss an opportunity to come down and get a story.” Jace said 

“What the hell is going on” Danny said 

“My mom is Gale Weathers and My dad is Dewey Riley they were a part of the Orginial Stab” You said 

“Woah really” Danny said 

“Yeah now you can see why I don’t talk about but them but damn they were right they were obsessed with Ghost face always telling me not to trust anyone I couldn’t take it anymore so I left home and came here” You said.

“Well damn you should have listened to mommy and daddy then” Emily said. 

“Now were gonna be famous” Jace said. 

you could feel your heart beating out of it’s chest and you were saying every prayer you coils. 

Then suddenly you saw over both their shoulders a familiar face and you felt relief and happiness when you saw who it was. 

“Not today mother fuckers” Dewey yelled. 

He pulled his gun out and Shot Jace first in the shoulder and then Emily looked over and ran over towards him. 

Your dad then shot her to and she fell down. A couple more police officers came in behind after him.

Dewey ran over to you and wrapped you in a big hug. You hugged him back tight so grateful that he was there for you. 

“Moms out front don’t worry pumpkin she’s alone not with the circus” He said in a soothing voice. 

The hug broke apart and he gave you a loving look. Then he looked over at danny and his mood suddenly changed and you knew what he was thinking. 

“No no dad this is Danny he’s okay he’s one of the good ones” You said 

‘I don’t trust the love interest” He said 

“Who said he was the love interest” You said confused. 

“Come on now beautiful man like him I know you sweet pea he’s your type “ Dewey said 

You could feel your face heating up from embarrassment.

“Now is not the time now let’s go” You said. 

You ran out keeping your head up trying not to look down at the sight on the floor. You made your way down the hallway and then made your way outside. 

You looked around to see if you could see your mom anywhere. Suddenly you saw her looking in the street. 

“Mom i’m here” You yelled 

She ran over to you and grabbed you in a big hug.

“Omg sweetheart thank god your okay” Gale yelled. 

“Yeah no thanks to dad” You said 

“How did you even know what was going on” You asked 

“ we follow ghost face news saw he was here in New York I’m good at my job knew you were here to” Gale said 

“Of course but now I guess I’m actually” You started 

“Greatful now go look the love interest is waiting” Gale said 

You ran over to Danny and pulled him into a big hug and he hugged you back tight. 

“Thank you so much”You said to him as the hug broke apart. 

“For what” He said smiling down at you

“I mean you risked your life for mine” You said 

“Of course always for you” Danny said. 

“Now your dad was wrong about one thing i gotta point out though” Danny said 

“What’s that” You asked 

“Your my life interest” danny said 

“Shut up no I’m not” You said 

“Come on someone good looking as you it’s hard not to fall in love” Danny said. 

He leaned down and kissed you and you kissed him back feeling butterflies in your stomach. 

The kiss broke and he looked down and smiled at you. 

“I still don’t trust you” Dewey yelled over

“He’s never going to” You said 

“I can work on it” You said. 

The moment was then ruined when crime scene walked out with a body bag. You got a sick feeling and upset all over again remembering about poor Dylan she didn’t deserve what happened. 

Gale and Dewey walked over to you.  They wrapped their arms around you and gave you a squeeze.

“We know sweetheart but it’s gonna be okay were here for you” Dewey said 

Danny also gave your hand a squeeze. 

That’s the problem with Stab movies they never show what happens after. How the hell do you just move on. But thank god you had people who were there for you. 

“Let’s hope to hell there isn’t a sequel” Gale said.

#danny brackett #danny Brackett x reader #scream 6 #sceam #ghostface #josh segarra #scream x reader #scream imagine #danny brackett imagine

[khutao]

. zhongli and alhaitham as college boyfriends .

. i wanted to try some bite sized scenarios with them so lmk what you think! inbox is open for requests! .

Zhongli

You met Zhongli in class, like most other places, and became attracted to him instantly. You’d been put in a group together with a few other classmates and found him very easy to connect to. He accepted your ideas, and offered his own to build off of. You ended up becoming a team, and ended up sort of overtaking the rest of the group.

He made the first move, asking to take you out to a restaurant close to campus over text one night, to which you excitedly agreed. A night of your own with Zhongli! It was what you’d always wanted!

Zhongli would be the kind of boyfriend who takes everything seriously from the start. Everything from your academics to your emotional health, he would be the kind of boyfriend to always be there for you in every situation.

If you’re frustrated over roommate troubles, he’ll be waiting at a coffee shop to listen to you vent over a nice drink.

If you’re behind in your classes, he’ll prepare a cafe study date to help you up to speed. He’s an extremely smart man, ready to help answer any questions you’d have.

He really likes cafe dates. Any occasion he can find to take you out for a drink and a pastry he’ll take. You ask how he has the money to afford any of this, and he never has a straight answer. It might be because of his roommate, you suspect.

Nevertheless, Zhongli always has your best interests in mind, and everyone wishes they were you. Who wouldn’t want a tall, handsome, smart man to dote on you and take care of you whenever you’d need it?

Zhongli isn’t just your boyfriend, he’s your best friend. Ready to laugh with you and cry with you whenever you need it. If you want to stay in and cuddle, he’s more than willing. If you want to go out to a party, he’s there to join you and watch over you. He’s adaptable, but would much prefer if it was just the two of you. Truthfully, his favorite moments are when he has you all to himself. He likes seeing you wrapped up in a blanket, curled up against his body so that he can keep you safe. Zhongli likes tenderly stroking your hair and listening to you mumble about whatever’s on your mind, thinking to himself how lucky he is to have you. You’re the best partner he could ask for, and he wants to build a life with you once you both graduate.

Alhaitham

To be honest, you didn’t really like Alhaitham much at first. He was cocky and rude, and most of all, he was always two steps ahead of you at all times. Whenever he spoke in lecture, it generated two reactions: An obligatory eye roll, and a pang in your heart. Whether you liked it or not, Alhaitham was attractive. He was well-built. He had a deep, sexy voice that exuded confidence. And he captured your heart against your will.

You didn’t know what to do with your feelings, though. He was rough around the edges, and you wanted to put up the front that you were too. Alhaitham left as soon as lecture was dismissed, and you never got the chance to talk to him. Until you ran into him by chance at your cafe job.

Working in food service was bad, but campus food service? Even worse. As you read over the receipt for the next online order, his name made your heart stop. It was the last order you were making before you clocked out, what were the chances? You took extra care to make the order just as it was described on the receipt, and you slid out, calling out his name, making yourself blush. He collected his cup and brushed his hand against yours.

“Y/N…?”

He was quite different as a boyfriend. More so than you would have imagined. Once you’d both met up a few times after your initial coffee meetup, Alhaitham revealed himself to be much more sensitive and caring than you’d thought. He still had a lot of reservations, but it was the little things he did that really let you know he cared.

Wrapping his arm around your waist when other men tried to talk to you.

Never giving up on you or getting frustrated if you couldn’t figure out a homework problem.

Responding to your texts as quickly as you sent them.

Alhaitham wasn’t the kind of guy to shower you with kisses and employ lots of PDA, but he was a gentleman. He was aware of how you felt at all times, and never made you feel foolish for anything. He went along with all your ideas, from matching profile pictures on social media to going on double dates with your friends. Alhaitham wanted to make you happy, and there wasn’t anything he wasn’t willing to do to see a smile on your face. The perpetual scowl, heightened introversion, and sour attitude went away with you. He became a kindhearted, warm person who wanted the best for his partner in all settings. He’s your biggest supporter and your rock, and he hopes you’ll be his as well.

#genshin #genshin impact #alhaitham #zhongli #zhongli x reader #alhaitham x reader

[tswwwit]

Hey man me again, it’s nearly 3am and i was curious. What would theoretically happen if someone (say a human bully, or a lesser uninformed demon or smthn of the sort) were to put down and talk absolute shit about Dipper with the anticipation of Bill joining in and/or being impressed and agreeing cause here’s this super cool and sexy guy surely he also thinks Dipper’s a useless freak right? How would Bill take this kinda confrontation about his husband? Would his reaction vary depending on wether or not Dipper was there? (I lowkey think it would but I’m just a worm in a bait bucket uk) (also sorry this comes across like a fucking critical thinking question from a middle school textbook)

At best someone talking shit about Dipper gets a long lecture about all the reasons Dipper is way, way cooler than them! And some broken bones. That's Bill's husband, he picked a great partner, and he is not going to pretend otherwise for someone else's ego.

The rant's absent if Dipper's around, but frankly? It'd be better for the bully/demon if Dipper was around to hear someone dissing him to Bill. In that Bill would refrain from the most gruesome acts within his mortal's sight.

Though if they're smart, they'll notice the way Bill's looking at them, and take that brief amount of time to run.

#answers #Bill's less verbose about all of Dipper's positive traits within his hearing range #But then the same goes for Dipper #They don't often talk each other up within earshot #Dipper because fuck knows Bill's ego doesn't need more feeding #And Bill because he doesn't wanna look 'soft' #Yeah Bill. That's going Great for you isn't it #Considering the way you stomped on that bully's foot so hard his metatarsals shattered #Just because he tried to make a snide comment about Dipper to this 'cool guy' #Assuming that Bill would agree #Dipper has not missed the treatment of people talking shit about him #Perhaps sometime one of his former bullies pulled some crap. Typically bully stuff. Dipper got very tense and upset. #Only to watch Bill immediately shut that shit down with a quickness and vicious glee #And perhaps a splattering of blood #Bill gets kissed stupid afterwards for reasons *he* can't discern #But Dipper's wanted to do that. Do a Revenge. Resisted for moral reasons; gritted his teeth and tried to be the Better Person #And he's so so absurdly grateful that someone did it FINALLY #That there WAS Revenge and he didn't have to get his hands dirty #Dipper didn't have to muster the courage. Bill didn't even hesitate #And it was SO poetically delivered that Dipper has to mentally salute Bill for his ability for creative nastiness #Bill figures out WHY eventually. And then is very smug about it. #But in the moment he's just oh wow!! hey there!!! Didn't expect THAT from Dipper; usually he hates something so very plainly cruel #Don't catch Bill complaining; he's already trying to compile a list of targets that'll get this reaction again

[mko001]

#cophypno story P1

So, it turns out my stupid idiotic idea that I thought might get me arrested, actually ended up being the best idea I've ever had!

What was the idea? Well, to get myself a personal cop plaything of course.

How would I implement my idea...well that's the tricky bit...I didn't really know. I kept hoping I'd meet one on one of the lesser known gay apps, or recognise one in one of the seedier bars outside of town. Sadly none of this worked out, well I thought it was going to...I did actually see one cop I recognised in a gay bar in the next town...sadly for me, turns out he was undercover... or so he said anyway, who knows.

So, what did I end up doing...well for a while, absolutely nothing. I'd pretty much given up.

Anyway, one day I ended up down a YouTube rabbit hole, watching one video after the next...I can't even remember what the first video was, when I ended up finding a video about mind control. Worth a watch I thought, even just for a laugh if nothing else.

Well this video ended up captivating me, maybe the video used some sort of subliminal technique to keep me watching, if so it worked. After finishing the video, I went to the user's channel and found loads more videos all covering the subject of hypnosis, mind control, manipulation etc. I was surprised these videos had never been removed, they taught the basics of hypnosis on the willing...and the unsuspecting!

This was when my idea came to light once more...I was going to hypnotise a cop. Wait...I'm being stupid right? I can't just go up to a police officer and use some mind tricks on him...can I?

Turns out I can do exactly that. I spent weeks, maybe even months, researching hypnosis, I even got chatting with the video creator to get some one to one training. I didn't tell him my plan of course. He taught me several ways to hypnotise someone, including a few ways when the subject doesn't even know they're being hypnotised!

Now was the day...there were several officers at my local station I liked, but there is one motorcop I've had my eye on for some time. He seems to be one of the senior officers on the bike squad, bit older than some of the other guys, but that is how I like them. He looks so good in his smart tight fitting uniform and tall boots. So now I just have to wait near the station until he returns from patrol, luckily I didn't have to wait long. As I saw him approach, I drove my car right onto the no parking area outside the main entrance, got out and leant against the outside of the car. Just as I'd hoped, he started to approach. Oh damn, I hope he doesn't notice my trousers starting to tent, I shouldn't have expected anything less though, seeing him approach, looking so damn sexy.

"sorry son, you can't park your car there, you'll have to leave it in the parking lot round back" he said to me. His voice was so smooth, it nearly made me forget why I was here, but I composed myself.

"oh sorry officer, I'll only be a few minutes, can't you just overlook it this time please?"

"sorry, if you don't move it now I'll have to write you up a ticket".

Just as he is about to start writing, I start to distract him,

"hey, before you start writing, have you seen the shine I get on the hood of my car? It's a special wax I use, if you look right at it, it seems to shimmer"

I wasn't lying either, it was a special wax I used. It turns out the hypnosis video youtuber I spoke to had a really developed it himself. He said it's one of the best ways to quickly distract people to start working on them, and he wasn't wrong. The cop was now staring directly at my car, he'd even stopped blinking.

"nice isn't it officer. You find yourself getting drawn into it, it's almost relaxing just to look at it don't you think"?

The officer looked slightly back up at me, his eyes already looked kinda sleepy

"uh huh" was all he could manage to say, before looking directly back at the car. I left him to stare a little longer before continuing.

"Officer...err, what's your name?"

He just about manages to reply;

"Officer Jack Bailey"

"ok Officer Bailey, continue to stare at the car, enjoy getting drawn in, it's magical, you feel so happy, relaxed and at peace as you stare. You can still hear my voice but all other sounds have gone silent. Your thoughts now should be focusing only on the car and on my voice. My voice is the only one you will want to listen to from now on. Keep staring and relaxing"

Jack looked so relaxed I thought he was going to fall over. I went over to his side and put my arm round him, like someone would do with their friend. I didn't want to look suspicious to anyone around, but in reality I was holding him steady. When I placed my a round him, I felt his firm body, he clearly works out. Well this made my trouser tent grow somewhat!

His head was now drooping, I had to be quick now before any other officers showed up.

"Jack, listen to me closely, later this evening after your shift is over, I want you to come to my place, stay in your uniform and come alone. I'll put my address in your pocket. You won't question why your coming, it will just feel right to you. Once you're at mine, we'll continue your programming"

When I said that last bit, I saw his face twitch slightly, he almost looked confused. I needed to strengthen the hypnotic control properly in privacy, but this should be enough to get him to that stage.

"now, in a moment I'm going to wake you up, you won't remember this happening, but you will do as I've told you. Also, you won't write me that ticket, you'll just remember that we've been having a friendly chat before I head away. Do you understand"?

"yeesss... I understand", he sounded so sleepy when he responded.

"now, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up and we'll finish our conversation, you'll then carry on with your day as normal, but you won't tell anyone about our little chat out here.

*snap*

His face comes back to life, he blinks a few times before turning to me.

"well it's been nice chatting buddy, you take it easy out there" Jack said in his normal voice.

"err yeah thanks officer, I will do. See ya later"

He walked away into the station. I got back in my car and just sat there stunned...had that actually just worked? I kept waiting for some other officers to come out to arrest me...but nothing. Well the true test will be tonight! And you, fine readers, will just have to wait for part 2 to find out if I get my own cop plaything.

#hypnotised #hypnotized #hypnosis #hypnofetish #hypnofantasy #police #police hypnosis #cops #cop

[shinidamachu]

CHAPTER NINE: What do You Want to Watch?

SUMMARY: “and I’d choose you. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.” – Kiersten White. For each chapter, a prompt from the One Hundred Ways to Say I Love You list.

WORDS: 1526

GENRE: fluff

FANDOM: Inukag

FORMAT: multichapter

ALSO FOUND ON: AO3

Inuyasha was really trying to pump himself up. Perhaps way too hard. And the fact that he was failing miserably was driving him further up the wall.

He should be excited.

This Kikyo girl was fine. More than fine: she was perfect. Drop dead gorgeous, smart, sweet. They had been texting long enough for him to realize any guy would be lucky to have her. Which, as it turned out, wasn’t that long at all.

And yet, after she asked him out and he promptly accepted the invitation, Inuyasha wasn’t as thrilled as he knew he was supposed to be at the prospect. 

He tried, in vain, to convince himself that there was a plausible explanation for his less than stellar reaction — Kikyo had just caught him off guard, that was all — and when it didn’t work, he blamed his lack of enthusiasm on the snobby restaurant she had chosen. The French name alone made him feel painfully inadequate.

But the fault, even if he refused to admit it, was the girl next door’s. 

Kagome Higurashi. 

His neighbor, best friend and unrequited love. Not that she had the faintest idea she was more than two out of those three things.

The situation was straight up maddening. One moment, Inuyasha thought himself above the whole falling in love thing and the next, he was head over heels for the absolute last person he had business catching feelings for. The absolute last person.

It kept him up at night, the recounting of footsteps, wondering if there was a particular corner he could have turned, a different direction he could have taken to prevent himself from loving Kagome as deeply and hopelessly as he did or if every chosen path led back to her regardless and he never even stood a chance.

Inuyasha wasn’t sure which option was worse.

There was one thing, though, that he was certain of: Kagome Higurashi wasn’t perfect by any means.

Sure, she was just as sweet as Kikyo seemed to be, if not more. Ironically, he was the only person to not be on the receiving end of such grace. It was funny, really. The woman was kind to the point of naivety, except, of course, when it came to him. Apparently, something about Inuyasha manages to push her buttons down like no other. It was a gift and a privilege, making her lose her cool. No one else has seen this side of her. This fierce, terrifying — and honestly sort of sexy — side. 

Smart? Kagome was obnoxiously so, but it mattered little when so much intelligence was used for evil. And by evil he meant winning every fucking argument they’ve ever had. Whether she was telling him off or calling him out, Kagome was never afraid of putting him in his place with that sharp as knives tongue of hers. The fact that she could read him like one of the books he constantly found himself competing for her attention with was both comforting and unnerving and the only thing more frustrating than when she stubbornly got into her head that she was right about something was that more often than not she was.

And yes, Kagome was gorgeous, but not in the icy beauty way the media insisted guys were attracted to, although she had a rather annoying share of guys sniffing after her. No, she was gorgeous the way a drive home during the sunset was gorgeous. Real and warm. Familiar yet never the same, each dusk always beautiful in a new, different way. You watch it a thousand times, you unconsciously know it’s there today and it’s gonna be there tomorrow, then you take it for granted until you’re casually hit on the most mundane of occasions with just how dazzling it is. Suddenly it’s all you can see.

Inuyasha was aware those weren’t thoughts he was supposed to have about his best friend, especially when he was getting ready to go out with someone else. It went against everything he has ever been taught and Inuyasha knew he would be breaking his poor mother’s heart if she could see him now. 

It wasn’t his intention to lead Kikyo — or anyone else — on, but Miroku was right: all it took was one real good date. If he couldn’t risk losing what he had with Kagome by making a move on her, he could only move on. Maybe Kikyo was the solution, the cure to this affliction.

Inuyasha shook his head in an attempt to get away from his reverie. 

He was going to be late at this pace.

Dressed on black jeans and his best shoes, he searched the closet for his favorite sweater — the red one he has owned since forever — growing impatient when he couldn’t find it.

Did I leave my sweater there, Inuyasha texted Kagome while he expanded his search from the laundry basket to his unmade bed — on and under —, then behind the couch and to progressively more ridiculous places. Nothing. He checked his phone for an answer, but Kagome hadn't even read his message.

Which was perfectly fine.

Just because she didn’t reply as quickly as she usually did, didn’t mean something happened. She was a grown woman who was most likely busy. No need to get antsy.

He did need the sweater, though.

Mind made up, Inuyasha threw in the first clean shirt he could find and walked to her door, unceremoniously turning the knob and frowning at the realization that it was locked. Great. She either wasn’t home or chose this of all days to finally take his advice and keep the goddamn thing secured for once.

“Kagome,” he tried, gently knocking. It looked like she wasn’t there. Inuyasha knocked again to make sure, a little firmer this time. He was debating going back to his apartment to get the emergency key she gave him when his ears caught the sound of her clumsy footsteps approaching. The lights went on and she unlocked the door.

“Hey, have you seen—”

Kagome was a mess. Her hair was up in a chaotic bun, loose strands hanging from everywhere and framing her pale face. Her scent was wrong, the pink that normally colored her cheeks was concentrated on her small nose and her eyes were extremely puffy, but most importantly: right there, covering her petite body was—

“—my sweater.”

“Uh?” Slowly, Kagome followed his gaze, her doe eyes impossibly wide as she looked down at herself. “Oh, zorry! You wand this back,” she said, making a motion to take it off.”

“Don’t be stupid,” he countered, blushing immediately, “you’re sick.”

“I’m fined.”

Inuyasha ignored her, letting himself in and closing the door behind him, not at all proud of himself for promptly conjuring up a hundred ways of getting her to wear his clothes again and a thousand more of making her take them off.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” he asked, “I could’ve come sooner if you had answered my text,” Inuyasha added, carefully avoiding to let out how anxious not hearing from her had made him.

“Phone died and the beds took be out,” she finished her explanation with a sneezy.

“Ya feelin’ any better?”

“Yeah,” she lied, walking to the couch and wrapping herself into a blanket-made cocoon.

“Have ya eaten anything?”

“Not hungry.” Inuyasha reached for Kagome’s forehead to check her temperature but she moved away, “Don’t wand you to get zick too.”

“Idiot,” he touched her anyway, “half demons don’t get sick.” Her skin was concerningly heated and Inuyasha knew right then he wasn’t going anywhere that night. “You’re burnin’ up.” 

“I’ve always been hot,” she joked.

“And now you’re delusional too,” he informed her in his best fake patronizing tone. Kagome’s laugh quickly turned into a coughing fit, so Inuyasha took a seat and brought her feet to his lap. “Alright, here’s what’s going to happen,” he began, fishing his phone off his pocket and selecting Kikyo’s contact, “I’ll put on some trash movie for us while you drink lots and lots of fluids. I’m gonna make you a soup and my mother’s famous antidote—”

“I’m not drinking liber again.”

He looked at her long enough to say “you’re gonna drink whatever I give ya, you big baby,” before returning his focus to the message app, rapidly typing I’m so sorry to cancel, but my friend got sick and I’m on nursing duty. Raincheck? and pressing send. “If you don’t get better then, I’m taking you to the hospital. Get that?”

“Whad about your plans?”

“Hm?”

“That’s whad you wanded the sweater for, right?”

Blowing off a hot date in favor of staying home with his sick girl friend was something Miroku would never let him live down and Inuyasha would be lying if he said he was looking forward to that particular conversation, but in that moment, he couldn’t care less.

A platonic cozy night with Kagome still sounded infinitely better than any potential romance a stranger could offer.

“This is more important,” Inuyasha shrugged. “Now,” he continued, pointing the remote to her flat screen and willing the streaming service to start, “what do you want to watch?”

A/N.: sorry about last chapter, here's a peace offering for the "modern" prompt of @inukag-week

#Inukag #Inukag Week #Inukag Week 2023 #One Hundred Ways To Say I Love You #Sidposting

[variousqueerthings]

SO WE'VE SEEN EPISODE ONE THE ELEVENTH HOUR (gosh I love the doctor-related silly puns -- Eighth Wonder, Northern Star, You're A Ten, etcetc, good stuff...)

and I remember when I was watching this. I remember being quite excited. I remember being really into the season trailer (which is pretty good, still), and I remember being like "oh what the doctor is holding a gun!!!??!!!" (which is still a pay-off I remember thinking worked overall)

It's a good introduction episode. Murray Gold kills it with the music especially, Matt Smith is not bad, Olivia Coleman is there (pls can she be in DW again as a bigger role??? it's Olivia Coleman and she has nearly nothing to do in this??????) and we get what feels like the central ongoing conceit between the doctor and the new companion: that the doctor left her and so her entire self was formed around her child-self's belief of him -- it's pretty fucked up stuff, great for future work

new Tardis is beautiful. more like a laboratory now, more clean lines than Nine's and Ten's which was put together by scraps (scrap!Tardis my bby). It's shiny now, like a toy

notes the Doctor calling the Tardis "dear" is charming! and "I am definitely a mad man with a box."

Now obviously I know where a lot of things are going, but I will try to be reeelatively episode-minded, as if this were the first time. so on The Measurement of m*ffat's era, here's the rating, and then below some more in-depth explanation as to why. I added two to the initial lot I drew up and clarified a couple of the others

EDIT: retroactively added "politics" to the scoreboard

a criteria will be rated 0-10, with 10 being best score:

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 3/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored): 7/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 7/10

(if tying into wider narrative) furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 6/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 5/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 6/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 7/10

isn't trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 6/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 7/10

politics (how conservative is it): 7/10

FULL RATING: 61/100 (if I can count....)

OBJECTIFICATION: so I had this on 4 and put it down to a 3. Upon rewatch it's pretty egregious, the kissogram joke extends for a fair amount of runtime, from the initial long-shot up her legs to the doctor having kind of a patronising line later on:

little old lady: "I thought you were a nurse... or maybe a nun?"

the doctor: "what sort of a job is a kissogram?" amy: "I go to parties and I kiss people. It's a laugh." the doctor: "you were a little girl five minutes ago." yikes. also worth mentioning that this hinders her ability to. do things. like run. you see her stepping gingerly over a little chain fence and puling her skirt back into place, while the doctor is running to do stuff

PLOT-POINT: she does much better here, with little-girl Amelia clearly being very lonely and adult-Amy never having gotten over the Doctor seemingly abandoning her. I took points off, because for a lot of the episode after Amy is an adult, she's no longer the POV character. The Doctor is. she does get to be re-centred nearer the end again though, with her warring feelings of the thrill of the adventure vs the abandonment coming to the fore several times

she doesn't do much to solve the mystery overall, but we'll get to that in a bit

the bit where the tardis leaves amy again and she has an emotional trigger to waiting up all night for him! and then the doctor leaves again! for another two years! that's interesting stuff! And while she treats Rory poorly, that kind of makes sense, she's not super well-adjusted

COMPLEXITY: the plot is nice and actually relatively restrained, with the exception of the whole "and now we coordinate with the world to make every number a Zero," but that's more like DW silliness than trying to be too big for its britches on narrative level. I knocked off a few points, because it occasionally did some annoying visual m*ffatisms, like the bit where the Doctor is remembering Rory taking pictures of Prisoner Zero, and when Amy was remembering seeing Prisoner Zero. I see you Sherlock...

FURTHERS CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: technically not fair, as this is an opening episode, but I note that the Doctor spends time readjusting to a new body, there's references to the past (including classic!who), and while there's nothing referencing to what happened in The End Of Time, and how the Doctor got to where they were, well... that's forgiveable, it's meant to start a new audience, don't get too bogged down in right before. this may be highly subjective, but I do think there's emotional throughline between Ten's characterisation and Eleven's (I ascribe to the "the Doctor is born out of how the previous Doctor's arc ended" HC which is partially confirmed in some cases at least!) -- Ten ended things badly and Eleven is reckless, forgetful, childish, kind of impetuous, and even casually mean in a sort of "eleven-year-old just says shit" kind of way. Perfect way to keep people at bay, emotionally.

whether that's intentional or just how M*ffat writes his favourite characters, hard to say ofc, but it works in this episode!

COMPANION MATTERS: Tbh I don't think Amy... does much... in this episode. She's kind of running around after the Doctor and getting abandoned, which is fine for a first episode, because she has no clue what's going on yet! happy for it to be way more about her emotional journey (although I note that Rose, Martha, and Donna all saved the Doctor in their first episodes)

however, I think there were opportunities to give her -- and Rory -- more! Geoff is some random guy I'm fairly certain we never see again, and yet he seems to be coordinating the main line of defense for some reason? give that to Rory, he's dead weight after the camera bit

I think one Moment that really didn't need to happen was her calling the Doctor to figure out how to get into the hospital and he has to tell her to use her sexy policewoman outfit to pretend to be an actual cop, when that is like. the one thing this stupid gag could have offered her

GODLIKE DOCTOR: ok, I've seen stuff about the Doctor's final bit opposite Big Eye, and I'm torn about it. On the one hand, the Doctor as earth's defender is well-established at this point, including for that matter, Ten in the Christmas Invasion. Howeeever, Ten actually... did something there, rather than just said "look me up, I'm so impressive," which made the monster run away, and there was a whole thing related to that in that Torchwood then blew up the aliens!

because the Doctor, pointedly, isn't always there to defend earth (Harriet Jones, beloved 4-episode character arc!)

It's a good way to show some highlight's from Doctor Who, including previous faces, but I think more could have been done + I know that's kind of the plot of M*ffat's run... the whole "Pandorica" being about the Doctor, the "Silence Will Fall" is about the Doctor, "Doctor Who" is the question that will be asked- urghhhh, okok this doesn't count here! it's hard to discount when you know!

also tellingly M*ffat did this back in Forest Of The Dead as well, and it felt kind of like a cop-out then. Sure hope it isn't a recurring theme haha...

beyond that, we have the Doctor doing a very "I am smart everyone shut up" thing here, however I think in this episode it can be relatively forgiven, because this is immediately post-Ten and the Doctor is messed up and the Tardis basically was on fire and they're still in the middle of regenerating, and so there's... yeah, there's precedent for that kind of dismissive behaviour and the Doctor does like people in this + there's the aforementioned post-Ten personality, which is like an inverse of Nine's, which was also prickly, but in a different way

"look at your screens, whoever I am, I'm a genius..." -- does a lot of "why am I doing this, because I'm a genius, you'll find out when you need to know" but is tempered by buoying other characters, especially... Geoff, for some reason. who is there. and never will be again

PREV DOCTOR WHO: Yeah pretty good here. Nothing to report. Loved the first 15mins of trying to figure themself out and enjoyed the acknowledgement of previous Doctors and there's no "I'm the new and improved" type nonsense, or writing out the past

HAMFISTED SEXINESS: I mean. Amy. Of course. And also the bit where The Doctor is changing and Amy watches, it's just kind of unnecessary and clearly just there to be like "we dare go where no one has gone before: thinking the Doctor is hot!"

WORLD: Feels like a world. It's called Leadworth I believe? We have a host of characters from the village + a mention of Amy's aunt + Rory and his co-workers. There's a place, there's people, let's see where that all goes.....

POLITICS: Nothing terribly egregious -- its main issues are the aforementioned sexism. And maybe a bit of this. Doctor-as-central kind of makes earth seem comparatively free of responsibility for choices (although I note this is different later on in Hungry Earth/Cold Blood)

Overall I have no sense of whether this is a high or a low rating for M*ffat, we shall see how others fare!

It's biggest failings were: objectification of its main female character and companions not having much to do, while its strongest points were Amy feeling like a real character with real emotional depth, the world in which she lives (which is where it takes place) feeling like a real place, being fair to the narratives that came before it, and the plot not going all over the place in the name of Complexity

#the measurement #im watching doctor who #im watching eleven who #will i do things as long as this again? probably not consistently but occasionally #onwards to the beast below! #this is unedited -- do expect mistakes #the eleventh hour