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🐦⬛ this episode was AMAZING.
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Heyy I thought of this and its kinda weirdly specific so sorry if its weird
a fluff where reader (fem) had an 'almond mom' growing up and bill finds out she never tried any fast food and fizzy drinks so he takes her to a Mcdonalds drive through and she tries everything and really likes it and idk what else but something along these lines?
ily btw💗
ᡣ𐭩 macky’s feast endeavours
you’ve never been one to indulge into the many delicacies of food. it was always kept pretty simple, pretty plain, and most importantly; pretty small. your mom was an extreme one who’d instil the emphasis of portion control and nutritional value, none of that fast food junk. oh god no.
now it wasn’t like you totally had the worst relationship with food. you just ate it to, eat it. simply curve the natural instincts of hunger and then go on with your day.
bill had no knowledge of it, but he did have some suspicions. whenever you guys were to go out to eat and grab food with either the band or just the two of you, you never ordered anything too exquisite, too loaded. small portions, barely any flavours, and it mostly consisted of greens. at this point, he was convinced that you were some rabbit.
so to his obvious surprise, when he asked you, “have you ever had a mcdouble, like, ever in your life?” and you shook your head no, his chin for real dropped to the ground. you had to explain to him that because of your upbringings, you were never really privileged with the so-called delicacies of sugary sweets and treats of fizzy sodas and a simple cheeseburger.
“oh no.. oh nonono i gotta take you right now—it’s the best thing ever!!” he exclaims while dragging you on your feet, beelining for the car. by the way, it’s 2am
you’ve never seen him so excited before, the whole car ride and i swear i mean the WHOLE car ride, bill was nonstop ranting about the menu and the millions of things that you two can try together. you can’t help but smile, he’s so cute. the pitch of his voice gets all high and squeaky. and he speaks fast, almost too fast that you as him to slow down, to which he finds himself becoming bashful over how passionate he is about mcdonalds.
pulling into the drive-thru, you stare at the enlarged kiosk of the mcdonalds menu, “do you know what you want to order? did i explain everything? oh, that’s what you want? wait—no, that one? fuck it i’ll just get everything!!”
you were indecisive, overwhelmed with the many varieties of what could be a burger, what drink to get, a soda or a milkshake? ooooh what about a side? chicken nuggets or fries?
bill on the other hand, knew exactly what to order. for him, a mcdonalds connoisseur, he gets a big mac, specifically six chicken nuggets, and a vanilla milkshake. classic, you thought to yourself. while passing through the first window to pay, you take out cash to give to bill for your portion of the food, he immediately holds his hand over yours, squeezing it.
“y/n, my treat. i want your first time to be memorable. ‘m the one who took you out, so let me pay, please? also, so you’re definitely the only person i’d do this for, don’t tell tom, okay?” you couldn’t fight back since he asked so politely. and knowing bill, he’d never make you pay. later, you’ll think of a way to repay him the favour.
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sitting on the curb of the parking lot, the two of you sat beside one another as bill began to pull out the food items one-by-one from their signature paper bag. the scent of the food wafts as he passes you a cheeseburger, you’re already salivating at the mouth, impatient to try it.
“smells good right? enjoy!” you open the carton to reveal a small burger, the bun almost perfect. bill places a beverage to the side of you, “cola! a classic, thought you’d like it for sure,” “thank you billy.. i really appreciate you doin’ this f’me.”
he shakes his head but smiles, “how could i not?? my best friend deserves this! no hate to your mom, but she was definitely punishing you by hiding this.. y’kno, i get sooo much mcdonalds, like, everyday, even more than that fatty tom! my grandma calls me macky ☺️,” he nods his head in approval to that nickname, how adorable. you think it fits him quite well.
awaiting, bill watches as you begin to take a bite of the burger. flavour runs over your tongue as you’ve felt like you just consumed ambrosia. your tastebuds are dancing, very joyous indeed. your eyes widen and you physically gasp with food in your mouth as you look at bill. there’s a glint in your eyes but his shines brighter to see such a positive reaction out of you.
it makes him happy to know that he could be there to see you enjoy what he loves. you end up taking more consecutive bites out of the burger until it was completely gone. scarfing it down, you chew, no words shared between the two of you as you both muck on what’s know become one of your favourite foods.
who knows? maybe this could become a daily thing, pray for your wallets, “oh my god.. this is so fucking good!?” “i know right??—oh wait, there’s a little sumn’ on your face..”
bill reaches out his hand to swipe away at the sauce that’s stuck on the corner of your mouth. seems as though you lost control of how messily you were eating that there was food on your face.
his touch was soft, gentle. as he uses his thumb to clean you off, he brings it into his mouth to lick off the remains as if it were nothing. you stare at him in shock, mouth, again, full of food as you were stunned and in no way capable of speaking. that was so, action forward. a heat transforms to your face as bill stares at you, innocently confused.
“what?” he asks, eyebrows a little furrowed as you lack a response. then, the realization hit him. what he did, was in fact, veryyyy intimate. hiding his face in his hands, he feels like he wants to scream. you notice his ears burning a vibrant pink, as he taps his feet in embarrassment.
he peeks at you through his fingers, “sorry! it was just instinct, i-i didn’t mean to, uh, do that..” he struggles to hold eye contact with you, putting a chicken nugget in his mouth.
giggling at him, you take a sip from your large coca cola, smiling with the straw between your teeth. putting the cup down on the ground, you lean in to place a small kiss on bill’s cheek “it’s okay, thank you billy, really, the food was amazing,” waiting for his reaction, he sits there still as a statue, until immediately slapping a hand onto the cheek you kissed him.
“you’re blushing, bill,”
“shut up before i eat all your food.”
nomnomnom , good eats .. ily 2 anon
keis makes an appearance once more !! how many more until she quits :p jk i’m just overly consumed by work
#tokio hotel#tokio hotel x y/n#tokio hotel x you#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel fluff#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz x y/n#bill kaulitz x you#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz fluff#2000s#fyp#billskeis
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OMG OMG OMG I LOVE YOU
i NEED a georg fic so heres a request 😘 so your amazing beautiful loving perfect boyfriend decided to take you to the studio with him one day. it started off well: the band was just discussing some things abouth the new album and shit and THENNN y/n started making moves on georg. like rubbing her feet up and down his legs, palming him when no one was looking, just teasing him a LOT. georg got fed up and said to the band "i really need to shit so im gonna run to the bathroom really quick." when he was in the restroom, he wasnt taking a shit, he was jerking off. once he came out the restroom, he grabbed y/n and stormed out the studio rushing home. "ohh you're getting it when we get home. you're not gonna be able to walk when im done with you" when they got home, he turned into a sex machine. he fucked y/n dumb. after they fucked he obviously did aftercare. they cuddled and fell asleep together after they got cleaned up. THE END
sorry this was kinda long😭 also you can dm me if theres any parts that confused you!
YES BABY CAKES
Misbehaving
PAIRINGS: Georg 2009? x Female reader
CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + a little bit of fluff
SYPNOSIS: You tease Georg and test his limits, after getting a boner he's left with no choice but to jerk off in the bathroom to relieve himself, once he comes out without any warning he grabs you and drags you back home, punishing you
A/N: ily georg
WARNINGS: dom!georg, reader!sub, p in v (missionary), teasing, solo masturbation (georg), hair pulling, choking, degrading
Georg finally decided to take me to the studio today, usually he'd say no because they'd be super busy and didn't need any distractions, the whole band agreed that i was very distractive, especially Georg.
They weren't as busy today, just needing to practice and check up on a few editing things. I got into his car and he drove us there, the snow pouring outside, covering the pretty green grass.
Luckily the studio was always warm so I didn't wear something for the cold, I was only going to be in it for a split second anyways.
As we got there we put our things down, the band sat down together to discuss their new album, Humanoid. They started to work on songs, Bill had already recorded around 15 songs, they said they were going to make 25 and pick the ones that were best for the album.
Me and Bill were very close to he expressed the idea to me first, saying how he wanted something different, something futuristic to grab attention. He always had the best ideas, Georg too, he was amazing at decision making, that's what I loved about him.
We all gathered around the table, I sat really close to Georg as he ate his pizza, still discussing what instruments and songs they think they already like. Then, an idea popped into me head.
Our sex has been kind of boring lately, just the same vanilla, gentle sex as usual. I missed our spicy, rough love making sessions, he'd always turn it down because he didn't want to hurt me, even if I explained that I was into it.
He was very caring and gentle but sometimes it annoyed me, why couldn't he spank or choke me just a little bit?
I started by moving my foot up and down his leg slowly, something thar seemed innocent to the others, but not to us. He was all too familiar with this move, this is why I wasn't allowed at band practice because I'd always end up needing "bathroom breaks" with him.
No one could really notice anyways, the table was high and our legs weren't visible. I moved my foot to his crotch, then down to his leg again, rubbing it gently. "What're you doing.." he looked down at me, his voice stern.
"Nothing..why?" I tried to hold back a smile, trying to look innocent. "Fucking hell.." he grunted, bringing his attention back to the guys. I grunted softly, my distraction seemingly not working on him. I had to bring the big guns out.
If my foot wasn't going to work then my hands were, it always worked no matter how long it took. I started off my rubbing my hand on his thigh, extremely close to his cock.
His breath hitched slightly, biting his lip, "behave.." he muttered, giving me the dirtiest glare ever. I smirked and continued to rub my hand up and down his thigh, now palming his cock softly.
A moan nearly slipped out but he covered it with a cough, clearing his throat a bit. "God..this pizza is giving me the shits...i really need to poop so im gonna run to the bathroom really quick," Georg excused himself, bolting to the toilet.
I smirked to myself and knew what he was doing, he wasn't taking a shit, he was jerking off.
GEORGS POV:
That fucking little shit, making me hard at band practice, for what? A little fun? I shoved my pants and boxers down, my cock springing free, precum leaking from my tip, desperate for attention.
"Jesus.." I breathed out, sitting onto the toilet seat and wrapping my large hands around my shaft, pumping desperatly, my movements quick and rough.
"Fuckkk.." I whined quietly, throwing my head back as the pleasure set in, stroking my cock roughly, squeezing my eyes shut. I knew I was going to destroy Y/N when we got home, make her see stars for the agony she put me in.
My movements never faltered, only getting faster, my balls feeling heavy. "Oh god..." I groaned, rolling my eyes back as I felt my orgasm approach.
I kept jerking my cock off, desperate for release, imagining all the dirty things I'd do to her when we got home, the way I'd choke and spank her, the way my cock would be pistoning in and out of her, her moans and whimpers, how she'll be begging for more.
Before I knew it my orgasm crashed down, my cum shot from out of my tip and crashed onto my hands and thighs. "Shit.." I grunted, quickly cleaning myself up and flushing the toilet.
Y/NS pov:
Fear had been consuming me, every minute that went by I dreaded, I wanted this yes but I knew I wasn't going to be prepared for how rough he'd be, when Georg was mad he fucked like a wild animal.
As I heard the toilet flush my heart sank, beating at an inhuman pace, skipping a few beats. As he came out I saw the rage in his eyes, he stormed towards me, grabbing my arm roughly and dragging me with him.
"That's weird, it doesn't spell like poop," Gustav called out as he walked to the toilet. Georg slammed the studio door behind him, "ohh you're getting it when we get home. you're not gonna be able to walk when im done with you," slinging me over his shoulder and practically running to the car.
"Georg slow down!" I yelled, he grunted and smacked my ass roughly, "shut up, you don't get to tease me like that," he shoved me into the passanger seat, not bothered to check if I was strapped in before he sped off.
He zoomed home, running a few red lights in the process. As we got home he grabbed me again, slinging me over his shoulder once more and storming inside, not a care about the world surrounding us.
His fingers digged into the flesh of my thighs, his footsteps so loud they echoed around the entire house. When he got to our bedroom he practically thew me onto the bed, the impact sending shockwaves through my body.
I could tell his anger and desperation wasn't calming down anytime soon, I tried taking my clothes off to help him but he just slapped my hands away, "no! just lay there, lay there and do nothing, you've already done enough damage" he grunted, tugging his clothes off, his cock engorged.
"Oh fuck.." I gasped, my pussy throbbing at his pulsating cock, red and veiny, ready for me. "Teasing little slut.." he groaned, towering over me and ripping my clothes off, catapulting them across the room.
"Calm down Georg.." I smirked, wanting to drive him over the edge. Anger flashed in his eyes, they darted towards mine, giving me daggers. "Calm down? CALM DOWN?" he yelled, it took me literally everything to not laugh, I covered my mouth and nodded. "You're such a fucking tease y/n. What if someone saw? You want people to see how much of a fucking slut you are?" he leaned in, whispering in my ear.
"What if i do.." I giggled, he grabbed my hair and pulled me towards him, "you're gonna take all of me, i'm gonna show you how much of a dirty whore you are," he grabbed my hips, his tip prodding at my entrance.
Without hesitation he burried his cock inside me, every single inch going in all at once. "Ohh fuck!" I whined, my hands flying to his biceps, holding onto him tightly.
"Such a fucking tease, aren't you, hm?" he growled lowly, starting to pound my pussy. The bed started to shake with each rough thrust, "you like that, hm?" he reached down and wrapped his hand around my neck, squeezing lightly.
"Mmm oh fuck!" I moaned loudly, my tits bouncing wildly. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his balls slapping against my ass with each movement, his pace quickening when he heard my small moans.
His grip around my neck tightened even more, the air being squeezed out of my lungs, "see how your pussy takes me so well," he smirked, his hair disheveled, sweat beads coating his forehead.
"Oh..my god.." I muttered, Georg was basically fucking me dumb, my mind couldn't comprehend anything around me except for his cock ramming in and out of me, my ability to speak proper sentances gone.
"You gonna cum, gonna explode all over his cock?" he removed his hand from my throat, moving to my hair and tugging on it again, "m...mhm!" I cried out, digging my nails into his arms.
I felt tension build in my stomach, a lingering sensation of pleasure slowly building up until I couldn't hold it back anymore, "close! mmm!" I murmered, rolling my eyes back.
"Cum for me, now!" he called out, slamming his cock into my sopping cunt, with one last cruel thrust, I came all over his cock, my juices dripping on his length.
"Holy shit!" Georg cried out, shooting a huge load into my cunt, coating my walls with thick ropes of cum.
He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving against mine, trying to regain his breath after the mind blowing orgasm he just had. "Fucking hell that was amazing.." he chuckled, "cmon let's get you cleaned up honey.." he picked me up, sitting me up and grabbing a tissue, slowly wiping the dripping cum, making sure to not overstimulate me.
"You did so good baby..." he smiled, laying back on the bed and pulling me into him, "such a good girl, letting me fuck you dumb," kissing my neck softly.
His arms wrapped around me protectively, making sure I was ok after all I had to enduce.
tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @ella1289 @kaulitzswhxre @estxkios @cosmicck @bkaulitzlover @ge-billsgf @miyukafujii @tomsonlyslut @20doozers
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Hi hi!!! Heard you were looking for requests, I might just have one for ya love 😼
If you still write for adventure time, maybe adult Finn and a reader who is also an adventurer, and they run into each other for the first time in years? Just fluff or whatever you want :]
Tysm if you do this!!!! You are amazing!! <333
this is such a cute idea I CANTTTT AAAAAAA I'm literally in love with adventure time me and my closest friend (we're probably gonna date) are literally marceline and bonnie it's so cute ANYWAYS!!! Sorry for the rant and il your work too you're literally so talented like omfg (if you get the title reference ily)
no warnings ; just fluff and VERY little romance, if any at all
TOGETHER AGAIN
You groggy rub your eyelids, letting out a groan. You sit up from your bed and throw your blanket off, pulling open the blinds to let sunlight in. 10 : 30 am. You pull a nice outfit on and leave the house. After a short drive, you arrive at a local farmers market and take hold of a green basket.
As you mindlessly swander around the premises, you see a big stand with fresh strawberries in heaps underneath and pick some up.
A smile spreads across the saleswoman face as you hand her a bill, nod, and walk off. It was an absurdly warm day, and your palms were sweaty. The basket slipped out of your grip within the snap of a finger. It was hard to catch.
"Oh, sorry, let me help with that." A voice says before crouching down. You had taken note of large shoulder pads and an open shirt. "AH, thank you, sorry about th-" "Do I recognize you?" you're cut off. both of your eyebrows furrow and then a light bulb goes off in your mind.
"Finn!" You exclaim with a grin. "It's you!" You throw your arms around eachother. "Oh my gosh, how have you been I just- wow!!" You say, feeling your tearline threaten spillage.
"I've been good myself, not much of an adventurer anymore, how about you, how are you!!" He says, letting you go and resting his hands on your shoulders.
"God, busy, I've been- busy." You stifle a small laugh through a sniff because you know you'll cry more if you don't.
"Hey, that's totally cool. I've missed you so much." He hugs you again. "Wanna come to my place? It could be great to catch up with you for a bit, I think."
You nod and smile before wiping away your tears, leaving your cardigan with small wet spots along with sleeves.
Once you make it back to Finn's abode, you sit on the couch and he hands you a cup of hot chocolate. You notice something. "Hey, didn't we find this mug when we were in the Clay Kingdom? They gave it to us when we beat that massive dragon guy." He nods, chuckling a bit.
"Good memories, huh?" You nod.
"I missed you too, Finn."
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UH UH TYSM FOR TYE REQUEST IM SO SORRY IT WAS SHORT!! KEEP UP YOUR AMAZING WORK, I HOPE WE CAN TALK A BIT SINCE YOURE SO SO TALENTED AND ID LOVE SOME TIPS AND TRICKS FOR WRITING OKAY!!! THANK YOU, AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY/NIGHT <33
#adventure time#finn the human#finn x reader#writing#Send requests#this was so fun to write#uhhhhhhhjggghgggghg
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No. 5 "this marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen" im sorry, but this prompt screams greens, and no, i won't change my mind (but also: pretty pls????? ily and i miss your writing) (totally understand that real life can be overwhelming and it's totally cool)(hope you're doing well ❤️)
OPE, anon, you've unlocked a super secret drabble regarding a future!domestic fic I'll never have the time to write :)
prompt 5: this marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen
Background summary: After losing a bus full of kids to a horrible accident, Buttercup's having a crisis of self. She's not the hero she once thought she'd be, but when she finds Butch half dead in a ditch, she thinks maybe if she can just do this one thing, save this one person, she can prove to herself she's a hero after all. In a way, they end up saving each other. Again. And again. And again.
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Buttercup poured over the tax forms before looking up at him with a deep sigh, "I literally don't know what I'm doing. Why don't they teach us this shit in school!" She grabbed a random form and shook it at him, "Do you get any of this?"
He shook his head as he continued to shovel spoon full after spoon full of cereal into his mouth. After swallowing, he said, "The only thing I know about taxes is how to evade it, but Bryan Davis—" he smirked, referring to his alter ego, "—is of the straight and narrow variety, so that's off the table."
"Har. Har." She rolled her eyes, turning back to the tax documents, "I think I'll just call my dad. He's good with numbers. Or maybe, uh, turbo tax? We can't afford an accountant."
At the mere mention of money (and, thus, by extension, their late bills), Butch looked at the time and jumped up with a hiss, "Shit, I'm late!"
"How late are you going to be tonight?" She asked him, watching as he rinsed out his cereal bowl and shoved on his work boots. "We've got to figure this tax stuff out."
"I don't know. They got me doing a job out in the counties for the next few weeks. Traffic's going to be hell. And then there's gas going up, and—"
"Butch, we have to figure this shit out at one point, for real. Tonight." She glared at him, "We can't keep putting it off."
"If I could fly home right after, Buttercup, I would," He huffed back, throwing his lunch together, "but Bryan Davis can't fly, remember? He sits in traffic."
She tsked, "He never fails to remind me, but could you please remind Bryan Davis he also has to fill out a Form 1040? Because if he doesn't, the IRS is on our ass, and they're worse than Blossom."
"And why can't Brittany Davis just do it for the both of them? Don't married people get to do shit like that?"
"Yeah, sure, if Brittany Davis was a real person and not actually Buttercup Utonium, who is not actually married to Bryan Davis." She deadpanned, shuffling a pile of papers together. "Just when you get home, we gotta do this, okay? And I'm not getting suckered into doing it by myself again."
"Yeah, yeah," He rolled his eyes, opening the door and then pausing across the threshold.
"Have a good day," She said over her shoulder, attention more on the tax documents than on him.
Butch stared at the back of her head with a smile. Her bedhead was horrible, and she wore an oversized, stained shirt; it made him think of his last girlfriend, who had been just as strung out as he had been. His last girlfriend, whatever her name was, he really only just remembered her being there, hadn't given two shits about taxes or when he'd be home. Outside of Boomer and maybe Brick, he couldn't think of anyone else who had.
It was nice.
Being with Buttercup was nice. Homey. He liked homey, and despite living together for a while now, he hadn't realized how much he liked it until now, watching her balance her cereal bowl over their pile of taxes.
"Hey," She snapped at him, turning in her chair to glare, "shut the door, will you? You're letting all the air conditioning out."
His smile stretched further across his face, "What if Buttercup Utonium really was married to Bryan Davis? Would we be able to file together then?"
One of her eyebrows quirked up in question, "Well, yeah, I guess? Probably get more on our return, too."
"Then, why not?"
"Why not what?"
He let the door fall shut behind him as he stepped back into the room. "Why not get married, then?"
"Wait, what?"
"For real, this time." He dropped to his knee in front of her, and her eyes practically bugged out of her head. He took her hand and shrugged, "I mean, I ain't gotta ring yet or anything, but tax day's like a month away. We're working under a time constraint."
"Y-ou're asking me to marry you right now?" Buttercup stuttered, "Over our taxes? At five in the morning? Right before you go to work? With no ring?"
Butch laughed, "Yeah, I guess I am. Whaddya say?"
She let out a short laugh, blinking away her surprise as she leaned in for a kiss, "You're just lucky I'm not much of a jewelry person."
"I am," He agreed, laughing breathlessly into the kiss.
#they end up with kids in this au they're all menaces#sappy sappy sappy#also boring#im sorry#this is like a very intense domestic au split into 2 parts: no kids/kids that bounces between the 2 simultaneously#which is all to say individual drabbles dont do a good enough job lol#prompt ask game!
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ROUND 2 POLL 2
26. Angel Anide (She/Her) @x0majestea0x
Miss Anide is a 37yr old chemist who is very much not doing normal chemistry. In her early 20s, she lost a lover dear to her, and began spiralling after she failed to clone her. Now she's been trying to make a chemical that can bring people back from the dead and has taken many lives while doing so. And kill her boss while she's at it.
Her favourite experiment was on someone named Malley, who she successfully managed to get her boss's conscious into and get them out of her way. It was also the most interesting to watch.
You should vote for her because she's also a mother. The clone she failed to make ended up as her daughter and she loves Allay so much. She may be a little evil but she would never hurt a child. She has love in her heart even if it's violent.
Angel also loves cupcakes and would eat them in one go.
Ps. She has cybernetic tentacle limbs that come from her back! Cool!
Relevant Links: I'm sharing her human version because she has the most up to date art. Her toyhouse is not the most organized/up-to-date but theres a lot of images. WARNING FOR SOME NUDITY/SUGGESTIVE ART. Visibility depends on toyhouse settings !! https://toyhou.se/2035561.angelica-angel-anide/15610289.lancer
17. Dr. Vera Ilies (She/Her) @vamp-galactica
Spontaneous, loud mouthed and maniacal, Doc Ilies is certainly a character, to say the least. Obsessed with her work, she fits the bill of mad scientist to a t. She considers herself a genius- and she is. She primarily spends her time in chemistry, making poisons and whatnot, but occasionally dabbles in other branches of science, such as oceanography and nuclear science.
Ilies is not a person you want to cross. She’s maniacal and absurd, and her strange temper can be astounding. She’s indifferent to the suffering of other people, and even grows eerily excited and humorous when people struggle against terrible odds. Prepare for threats of lobotomization and check all your food for poisoning if you get on her nerves. Her mood changes on a dime, though, and should you wish to easily get back in her “good” graces, all you need to do is ask if she knows any interesting science facts.
She fully devoted herself to science via an experiment in which she electrocuted herself in an attempt to gain a higher strength. It worked, to a degree, but also changed her appearance significantly. Her skin was ghostly pale, her eyes an electric green and her hair riddled with white streaks. She went significantly more mad after this experiment.
She once attempted to electrocute someone to death, but after the machine malfunctioned, she proceeded to Plan B: kill them with an ax! She likes cupcakes and her favorite flavor is key lime.
(Image credits: @x0majestea0x and @vamp-galactica, respectively)
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Ask Game🌻💛
I’m finally off of work so I’m finally answering my mentions! Ty @someluzer @ratboysims @leafrue @moodnamars and @khadijah551 for tagging me ily all sm ✨
Rules: Answer all the questions and tag 9 people.
Favorite Color: - Green, it’s always green, so much so that people make fun of me for how much I love green.
Last Song You Listened To: - Bills by Doechii
Last Series You Watched: - It’s so lame but I just binged all of Kitchen Nightmares on Huli
Sweet, Sour, or Spicy: - Out of these 3, spicy but savory trumps them all 🌶
Craving: Chocolate right now, but also a big bowl of ramen...
Tea or Coffee: Both, I love them equally
Working On: Finding my sanity 😭
I’m very late to this party but if you see this, tag you’re it!
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honestly the thing I hate most about Peterson is how he has disguised his hate speech and bigotry as intellectual opinion and shit, like my dad is a vegan supporter of the green party and even he has read his books and when I told him all of the horrible opinions he spouts my dad was just like " well he's a smart guy so I read his book" like ughhh no. anyways yaaas dream fuck Peterson ugly manbaby who cries about fabricated problems!!
(ily Lee sorry for ranting about this sm in ur askbox but in my opinion you represent adult Canadian dtblr so I come to you💚)
NO BUT SAME i got this right as i was writing my last post but what you pointed out is exactly why it's concerning - bc so much of his stuff was marketed as self-help and he's a ~professor~, people seem to miss the forest for the trees. everyone was so quick to defend his complaints about bill c-16, claiming he was merely defending free language usage, but he was also straight up misrepresenting the bill and erroneously claiming he could be jailed for misgendering someone like are you stupid or what. he's been one of those 'haha gotcha, leftists' knobs for years and i'm sick of ppl acting like he's even a goddamn centrist at this point
also does ur vegan father know that jbp follows an all meat diet lawl
and thank u this is a distinction i don't mind having dsghkjds
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Which colors should be associated with each school subject?
Discuss.
Oh good job… now me and Raph are going to get stuck in the middle of this for the next week. -Mikey
You’ve doomed us. -Raph
I don’t care what Donnie says, BLUE IS ELA, BLACK IS MATH YELLOW IS HISTORY GREEN IS SCIENCE. WHY WOULD IT BE ANYTHING DIFFERENT?!?!?! That’s right, it’s not anything different, Donnie is just stupid and I hate him. -Leon
Leo is actually the stupid one here because ELA IS YELLOW MATH IS RED HISTORY IS GREEN SCIENCE IS PURPLE. Science is purple because that’s MY COLOR and I am the science guy! (Not to be confused with Bill Nye ily sir) google literally agrees with me shut UP. -Donnie
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15 questions , 15 people
thanks for the tag @shoot-the-puck ily bestie 💗💗 i haven’t really done a tag game like this in a minute! so here i am :-)
nickname : basically it’s g! but no one has ever given me a special nickname and if anyone would i def would cry
sign : virgo!!!
height : i’m pretty sure i’m somewhere around 5”7 to 5”8
last thing i googled : i was searching synonyms to words for my essay lmao
song stuck in my head : def would be kill bill by sza (i couldn’t stop singing that yesterday)
amount of sleep : i think around 8 hours
dream job : graphic designer for the toronto maple leafs (revolving my whole life/work around the bois AND getting paid for it?????? sign me up)
wearing : pjs! so a green oversized shirt of snoopy playing baseball and comfy plaid pants. then some cute grey reading socks <3
movies/books that summarize you : pffff i have not read enough books to name one but movie wise,,,,, i would say bridget jones diary cause bridget is me fr but without two guys fighting for me and instead just lonely, chaotic bridget.
favourite song : currently,,,, idk maybe arhbo by ozuna and gims (from the fifa soundtrack)
instrument : if you play me a dirty guitar riff or solo i will be a slut for you. but also i really wanna learn the bass cause i just love it <333333 and i have a soft spot for drums (and matt helders ily)
aesthetic : it’s really all over the place cause i’m trying to figure it out. but like maybe comfy/oversized streetwear? (clothing wise). but like overall, def homebody.
favourite author : hahaahahaha bold of you to assume i read novels. but all i can think of is rupi kaur so her!!
random fun fact : my dog is turning five in march this coming year and i just think that’s really crazy cause like ummm where did the time go?????????? i feel like i just bought him and now he’s growing up and i’m growing up and ??!!!?\£|£)(7&/!:&!-?/$:&&/
tagging : i don’t wanna bug anyone especially since i don’t really know who would be comfortable in doing this so, open to anybody <333333 feel free to tag me so i can see 🫶🏼
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hello liv😔 dumblr probably didnt send the ask i sent earlier so im here again,, andd i just read your kita and kuroo wips and holy shit dbshshsh losing my mind here im soo fking excited for those and also umm if youre still posting wips then may i beg for some crumbs of that one atsumu fic where the reader works as a bartender? :0 i read the wips soo long back and it still hasn't left my mind 😭 no pressure!! ILY MWAHHH <3
HELLO SWEET FIR A BIG OL TSUMU SNIPPET JUST FOR U
sorry if i have already posted this i can't track down the original snippets :(
It becomes a routine after that.
Miya comes in on Friday nights, some exorbitantly beautiful woman on his arm, and is always quickly seated at a table the front of house staff had kept waiting for him. A standing reservation.
Moments after that, he rises to approach you at the bar.
He’ll offer you some minute detail about his date (though occasionally it is mercifully pertinent to their drink preferences--like a spirit they enjoy, or a flavour they're partial to) and you're left to come up with a cocktail that will appeal to them.
“So, what’s the story with this one?” he asks one evening, a few months into the little ritual that has settled between you, leaning over the counter as you prepare a drink for his lady of the week (his hints tonight being: daughter of a mogul, refined tastes, wants to get fucked up.)
“Comes from Monaco. They say the queen devised the recipe herself--all the bubble of champagne but twice the punch. Ladies weren’t allowed to drink hard liquor without it being seen as unbecoming, so this was a way they could get away with it and still have a good time.” You strain the slightly green tinted drink into the waiting champagne flutes below the shaker, watching as the frothy liquid pools in the basin of the polished glass.
“Nice.” the man nods approvingly as you top both drinks off with a healthy pour of champagne. The colour of the drink softens even further with the addition of the effervescent wine, and in the dim light of the bar, you can hardly even tell it isn't pure champagne.
You slide the drinks over to his waiting hands. “Two imperials for your prim and proper date.”
“She won’t be proper for long." Atsumu winks at you over the counter and you wrinkle your nose in distaste.
Your interactions with your newest regular customer have also shifted in the weeks since he’d started bothering you with his patronage--far less professional than the tone you’d tried (poorly) to maintain on his first few visits to the bar.
“Revolting,” you mutter.
“Thanks again! I’ll let you know how this one goes.”
“Just leave me a nice tip,” you say dismissively, wiping down the bartop with a clean cloth to prepare for the next drink orders waiting to be filled.
“I always do,” the man chirps, flashing you the same grin he always does--charming, self-assured, and utterly carefree--as he steps away towards his waiting date once more.
But he's right: for all of Atsumu’s shenanigans, he always leaves you a very generous tip at the end of the night. He always makes sure to stop by on his way out--one arm wrapped around the waist of whatever absurdly good looking woman he’s conned into going out with him that week--to tell you that they loved their drinks and to slide a neatly folded stack of bills towards you across the counter.
He's annoying, but he's single-handedly financing your habit of buying the really good ice cream on your weekly grocery trip, so you don't complain much.
You watch as Atsumu crosses the length of the room to return to his table--this week he's seated at one not far from the bar, affording you the perfect view of him sliding into his seat, handing one of the two drinks you’d just carefully prepared to the woman waiting for him.
She takes a sip and smiles, and you watched as Atsumu reaches out to brush a piece of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering just a moment longer than is strictly necessary.
You look away with a roll of your eyes, setting to work on the numerous orders that had come in since you’ve been busy preparing his drinks.
He really is completely shameless.
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GAME NIGHT🧩🎲
§ Drabble requested by @gloryofroses19! I’ve attached a photo of your request at the end of the drabble! I hope you like it 🥺💕
§ Pairing: KTH x Reader (OT7 x S/Os)
§ Word count: 1.3k
§ Warnings: Does chaos count as a warning? LOL There is like one (1) swearword, no biggie. (none, it’s just wholesome fluff)
§A/N: would you guys want me to create a permanent taglist for you guys to be in when I publish these kinds of requests? I have the ones in each series I write, but I don't have a permanent one... You guys let me know if you want!! ILY🥺
“Okay, the ground rules,” said Namjoon, his voice reigning over the chaos in the room. Whenever Bangtan and Co. got together, the noise was inevitable. “No snacks while we’re playing cards, I don’t want to get my fingers all sugary, YES I AM LOOKING AT YOU, JIN HYUNG!” The eldest hid his face against his girlfriend’s shoulder, causing her to laugh at his antics.
“Next, we are NOT playing Monopoly,” added his significant other, “y’all are millionaires but, give you guys those pink bills and you become a bunch of thieving twats.”
Taehyung ignored the rest of the rules as the leader continued chatting away, going over the cheating habits of each of his friends, and telling them one by one which games they would NOT be playing. Tae found himself not caring what they said about him, so focused as he was in your antics as you laughed at what was going on around you. Happiness filled every crevice of your face, your eyes alight with mirth as you turned your head and smiled at him.
You edged your way closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, filling his heart with so much love the only thing he could do was just smile until his cheeks hurt.
“Okay, so we’re starting with charades, since we are all here we can just pair up as we are,” said Yoongi, sitting with his back against the couch and holding his girlfriend’s hand on top of his thigh. “We can write team names in slips of paper and pick them out of a bag, to see who plays first.”
Murmurs of agreement rose from his friends as they scattered to pick up what they needed. Jin came back into the living room with a BT21 notepad that had RJ’s face plastered on the back, Hoseok entered with a bright green pen that oddly resembled the stem of a daisy with the cap filled with white small petals; Jimin gave a black beanie to Yoongi to use as a bag — “all the bags I have are either too big, too transparent or too expensive to use for this,” he said. Since the beanie suited you for your purposes just fine, all of you settled back to wait while team names were called around in the room and Yoongi jotted them down. There was a Kim Seokjin team that oddly belonged to Namjoon and his girlfriend, a charade team, a Meow team, yours being Winter Bear… When it was time for Jungkook and his girlfriend to pick a name his absence was noticed for the first time.
“JEON JUNGKOOK!” Screamed Jimin, almost getting up to go looking for him, just when a sheepish-looking JK showed up coming from the kitchen, arms loaded with bags of chips, a couple of cans of beer, sodas and a bag filled with jellies hanging from his fingers. He stood next to one of the columns of the living room while everyone was looking at him, his eyes looking back and his mouth fighting a knowing smile.
“I thought we agreed on no snacks,” said Namjoon, raised eyebrow and jaw locked.
“You said “no snacks” while playing cards, and besides,” said JK, cheekily, “I brought these so you can’t complain.”
He turned his back to the room, showing how he had jammed a packet of wet wipes into his back pocket. Joon closed his mouth, somehow impressed at the way the young man had had to circumvent, once again, the sacrosanct NO SNACK rule. That made it the 5th time in two weeks.
“Alright, the names are ready. Now, when you pick a name, Namjoonie will click the randomiser on his phone to give one on the team something to mimic,” directed Yoongi. “No cheating, I will know.”
Laughing at Yoongi’s bravado, it was decided that one of the girls would be the innocent (“not one of them is innocent though, look at their faces, they’re all evil”, “Jin hyung, shut up.”) hand that would pic the first team.
“WINTER BEAR TEAM, YOU’RE UP!”
Groaning and pouting, Taehyung got up from your place on the couch and picked you up as well. His pout was so adorable you just couldn’t stop gushing over him while the others waited for you to decide who would mimic and who would guess.
“I’ll guess,” Tae told you, pushing a strand of hair away from your forehead, looking at you in the eye, a mischievous glint barely concealed. “You just give me a show, baby!”
“KIM TAEHYUNG!” Shouted the group. Seeing how he was behaving, you already knew the exasperation of the group was only going to increase as you played but you just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be the centre and sole focus of Kim Taehyung’s attention.
You softly slapped his wrist as he tried to pull you close to him, and Namjoon showed you his phone where the words Van Gogh gleamed black against the white background. You smiled, this was in the bag already.
Facing Taehyung, his eyes never leaving yours, you raised two fingers, telling him the number of words and, after his nod, you made the motion of painting something with a brush. Seeing recognition in his eyes, you smirk and proceeded to cover your left ear with your hand. Judging by his face, he got it! You knew the moment you read the name in Joonie’s phone that Tae would get it. How could he not, when he was such an artistic soul? Vante would get it.
“I got it!” He shouted, Yoongi nodding, understanding as well who it was that you were mimicking. “A very beautiful orchestra conductor!”
Your face must have been a poem, his boxy smile showing how much he was enjoying teasing you. Yoongi’s elbow, which was resting against the side of the couch, slipped when he heard what Tae had said. Hoseok was looking at your boyfriend with a no-nonsense expression that would have scared everyone looking at him. But Tae wasn’t looking at him, since he only had eyes for you and the noticeable blush that was gracing your cheeks.
You singled for him to repeat, mimicking the three giving signs again, hoping that this time he would just say it.
“Mmmm…” he murmured, a hand resting on his chin as he thought. “A traffic police officer!”
You just had to laugh at how adamant he was on stalling the game. You two laughed together as indignant claims raised from your friends. “YAH, KIM TAEHYUNG, THOSE WERE THREE WORDS,” screamed Jungkook. “Yeah! She specifically signalled for TWO!” Supported Jimin.
Trying for the third time, you looked him in the eye while you signalled for the last time hoping he would finally get it.
“AH! OKAY!” He screamed.
“FINALLY!” Shouted Jin, getting ready to pick another slip of paper from the beanie and looking at Taehyung wide-eyed.
“IT’S SO EASY, HOW DID I NOT GET IT FIRST!?” He lamented, pulling his sleeves up and getting ready to guess for the last time.
Everyone was hanging on the edge of their seats, some frowning, some paying rap attention, waiting with batted breath for him to talk.
“IT WAS GEORGE WEASLEY ALL ALONG!”
“YAH, SIT THE FUCK DOWN!” Said Yoongi, yanking him back down to the couch.
“This idiot knows the answer, he just wants to make us lose time!” Complained Seokjin, already pulling a new slip of paper out of the beanie, “Jungkook and Bora, you up!”
You walked back to the couch where Taehyung was sitting while the rest of the group focused on the couple playing now. He pulled you down to sit sideways on his lap as you cuddled closer to him, your head on his collarbone and his chin resting atop yours. After a while of just hugging and watching the rest of your friends play, he moved his head so that his lips were next to your ear and whispered:
“That was the hottest imitation of Vincent Van Gogh I have ever seen, love.”
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This is my first collab fic and I could not be more excited! I'm so thankful that I can be part of the group!
The AU for this month was Sex Work. The Masterlist for this collab can be found here. Please take some time to check out everyone's contributions! There are other fics and amazing art!
That being said here is my fic, big BIG shout out to @doinmybesthere for being an amazing beta reader and sweet angel bb. ily Emme!
Please please please read the warnings. They are there for a reason!
Warnings: consensual noncon, mentions of being burnt, stabbing and blood; no prep penetration, disrespectful use of the word "whore", blackmail, psychological abuse?, Mineta (nuff said) he gets what's comin to him
You’re in the doctor’s office getting a regular checkup when you overhear the nurses in the station next to you talking.
“Look! They posted the new hero rankings today.”
“I forgot those were today, too bad they can’t have the conference during the pandemic. I miss seeing Deku all cute and blushing.”
“FUCK” In your brief moment of panic you forgot where you were. You cringe and look at the nurses, trying your best not to look like you were gonna be sick. “Sorry ladies, didn’t mean to yell.” No point in offering an explanation. You wouldn’t be able to tell them anything anyway.
As you very impatiently wait for your blood results to come back you check the tacky red cell phone you have to keep with you at all times. You had put it on silent since you were in the doctor’s office and you were glad you did. Taking a quick look at your screen had your stomach dropping into your ass.
M.M: Gonna move my appointment up to today.
M.M: You better get ready. I’m not happy.
M.M: I’m sure you saw the postings. Number 36.
M.M: I made sure to pay for any accidents in advance.
M.M: I’ll see you tonight.
Why does he have to be so fucking horrible? Accidents my ass.
The messages make your skin crawl, you should have figured the hero rankings would piss him off but honestly you never paid enough attention. With a heavy sigh you opened up your web browser and pull up the list.
“Number 36...number 36…. Number 36…” When you finally reached the hero you were looking for, you let out a sigh.
Hero Ranking Number 36: The Rainy Season Hero Froppy
Well at least you had her outfit already, for some reason she was one your client asked for a lot. Not that you wanted to ask him why, not with the way his black eyes looked whenever he saw you dressed up like her.
I don’t know if I should feel glad that he isn’t actually taking this out on her. Or upset that I’ve had to deal with this for months.
“L/N, Y/N?” The doctor walks up holding their clipboard and closing the privacy screen. Your file almost too much for the metal clip at the top. “Your test results came back negative and your burns seem to have healed very well. I would tell you that any strenuous activity should be avoided but we both know you can’t do that.”
Their poor attempt at humor had your stomach rolling. “Haha anyways Doc, I think I’m gonna need another medkit to take home today. I can schedule my next appointment online, right?”
You can’t handle the thinly veiled pity in their eyes and look down, reaching over to your side to grab your purse. You hear them moving around and a dark blue plastic box is put on your lap.
“If I remember correctly this is your favorite color, right? You are able schedule an appointment online but if you would like I can schedule it for you. How about in two days? Afternoon work for you?”
You look up after clutching the kit to your chest, you know they are just trying to be nice. All of the nurses are especially nice to you and as endearing as it might be to some people, to you it just feels dirty.
“Afternoon is perfect, thanks Doc.” You get up and walk towards the privacy screen. Before leaving you stop for a moment “Blue ismy favorite color.”
As you make your way back to your living quarters you scroll through the internet looking at every picture of the Pro-Hero Froppy you can find. Your quirk can project a person’s desires onto your body by reading them in their eyes. It’s easier when the person has a clear view of what or who they want. However, your client’s desires are such a jumbled mess that it’s easier if you know what it is beforehand.
Hopefully, I can act like her enough that I don’t have to look at his desires this time. I can’t stand how disgusting they make me feel.
You pass by a few familiar faces on your way back to your rooms but don’t pay them any mind. They in turn leave you alone, most of them knowing that when you have that look on your face you were in a mood.When you first were offered a position at the brothel you thought it would be easy money. You had been stripping for several years, known for how you looked different to everyone who saw your dancing. The beautiful, enchanting, flexible Erised. You had built up your quirks ability to be able to project almost a full clubs worth of desires. Sure, it caused extreme fatigue and chronic migraines but the money you raked in was well worth it.
A few months ago
After an especially successful night a patron walks up to you after you leave the stage.
“I have a job opportunity for you, courtesy of my employer.” He hands you a card you read “Heroes Consulting Agency” in bold silver letters.
“I’m a stripper hun, not sure I can do the type of consulting you’re looking for.” You go to hand it back, but they put their hand up.
“I’m afraid I must insist, why don’t we treat you to lunch and you can listen to our proposal?”
You put your hand back down and study them. They are dressed in a white button up with a vest, definitely out of place in a strip club. You would look in their eyes, but they didn’t really have any, their whole body seemed to be made of dark smoke. You don’t work in the nicest of places so someone with their kind of full body quirk isn’t unusual.
“Alright, I give. I’m not really one to pass up free food.” The rational side of your brain is telling you that you have more than enough money to buy your own food but the stingy part telling you to take it while you can is a little louder.
“Excellent choice Miss Erised. Someone will meet you at the address on that card tomorrow at around 5pm? Should give you enough time to recover from the side effects of your quirk.” They give a slight bow and walk off towards the exit, a large something getting up from a seat and following closely behind.
Sam, one of the waitresses walks up to you with a tray filled with drinks. Her normally short stature elevated with high heeled leather boots. “Did you know that person Y/N?”
Oh man, I do not have the energy for this.
You turn to her and survey the tray before grabbing something that looked like a fruity cocktail. “No, but they offered me a job. Gonna go have lunch with them tomorrow.” Sipping from the glass you tuck the card into your bra, making sure to not show it to the girl.
“That’s weird, don’t they know you’re a stripper? What is someone dressed that nicely want to hire you for? Also did that person look familiar to you or is that just me?” Any normal person wouldn’t be able to keep up with her unending questions, but you had known her for years. The tray in her hands tips dangerously to the left but she balances it out without a second thought.
Guess she does have to be quick on her toes to be a waitress at a strip club.
“They were here for my dance so yes they do know, either way I’m getting free food so…”
She huffs, aware of your attitude for anything “free”.
You finish the drink and place the empty glass back taking a couple bills from your bag and tucking them into her apron.
“Thanks for the drink Sam, but I gotta leave before my headache hits.” You walk off before she can say anything further. You really wanna be nice to her but her endless energy really gets on your nerves sometimes.
By the time you make it to your modest apartment, you can feel the pain starting behind your eyes. You drop your stuff by the door without turning on any lights and walk to the box safe hidden in the kitchen. After you make sure all the money is secure you grab a glass of water and head to the bedroom. The bottle of pain killers already set out on your nightstand. You should really take a shower but for now, you strip down, take a few pills, drink the whole glass of water, and lay down. It takes a while for the pills to kick in but once they do you finally fall asleep.
When you finally wake up the next morning your headache is gone, and you have to piss like no one’s business. You grumble as you stretch your tight sore muscles and get up to go to the bathroom. After taking care of business, you get into some light clothes and walk into the kitchen to make some food. Thankfully, you had some leftover rice and spam in the fridge, so you pop that in the microwave. You put the kettle on for some green tea and down another glass of water as it heats up.
Remembering the offer from yesterday and the promise of free food you pad over to your pile of things by the door and grab their card. It’s sleek looking with a plain black background and silver lettering. The address isn’t something you recognize right away so you look it up on your phone.
“What the fuck?” Why is this place in a business park?
You scroll down and check the street view; the building is a high rise surrounded by a mostly empty parking lot. The entrance of the building is blurred, probably to keep the privacy of anyone entering or exiting.
“Well, I guess it’s a nice gig. Better dress the part.” Or maybe you’re gonna get murdered.
“Wow, I really have to stop watching all those true crime shows.” You put the card in your wallet and head back to the kitchen. The microwave beeps and the kettle whistles shortly after. When you’re done eating you put the dishes in the sink to soak and head to the bathroom to finally take a shower.
By the time you have finished showering the whole bathroom is filled with steam and your body has a pink flush to it. You open the door to air it out and finish cleaning up for the day. Your outfit consists of your nicest jeans with ankle boots, a long sleeve blouse and a dark cardigan. You grab one of your smaller over the shoulder purses and leave your apartment.
One of the things you allowed yourself to really splurge on was a car. Public transportation was not as reliable as it could be and with your hours not the safest either.
By the time you make it to the building the sun is starting to set, giving the sky beautiful pink to blue coloring. As you park and get out of your car a young woman walks up to you.
“Welcome Miss Erised! Please follow me and I will escort you through the building.” The woman’s blonde hair is in two messy buns, her face childlike. Her voice was high pitched enough to grate on your nerves a bit, but you ignored it.
As you follow the person through the lobby you take a glance around. Looks like a high-end hotel lobby. There is a front desk area with a marble counter top, women that are dressed in matching button ups with their hair up in buns or ponytails. Random potted plants and small trees dot the area, and a nice chandelier hangs in the middle of the ceiling. No one besides the women at the front desk are in the area.
“Doesn’t seem to be busy right now.” You didn’t even really mean for her to hear you, but she did, and you sounded like an asshole.
They turn their head slightly with a knowing smirk. “It would seem that way wouldn’t it?”
Conversation halts while you stand in the elevator which you were thankful for. They had chosen a floor close to the middle of the building, which gave you just enough time to rethink your life choices.
By the time you got to your floor you are tired of the silence. Normally you hate small talk, but you figured you would give it a shot. “Do you like your job?”
The woman turns to you and smiles, here canines peeking out a bit while shrugging her shoulders. “It keeps me busy, plus I get to make so many friends.” The gleam in her eyes flashes menacingly for a quick second, you decide to pretend you didn’t see it.
As you get to the end of the hall, she opens a door and gestures you inside, closing it behind you. There is a nice desk to the left of the door, other than that the room is sparce. The person sitting in the chair has quite an eclectic look about him. Grey hair parted to the side, shrew eyes behind circular wire rimmed glasses, a gold chain peeks out from the slightly open white button up with a purple blazer. He reeks of cigarette smoke the evidence of his habit tossed into the half-filled ash tray on the desk.
“So nice of you to join me Miss Y/N. Why don’t you have a seat, we can talk about your new position.” He gestures to the only other chair a smirk on his face that shows of his missing tooth.
“I haven’t accepted the job yet Giran, and I thought I told you I don’t want to work for you.” You aren’t used to seeing him in this type of place. But you do know him so there is no need to put on a show. You lean back in the chair and cross your arms.
“How rude of me, you won’t be working for me, but I have been given authority to hire for this company.”
You don’t bat an eye; most large companies use outside help for hiring. “What is this position you would like offer me?”
“This company provides heroes with a way to alleviate their… desires in a safe and discrete way.”
“So, you hire prostitutes for heroes to have sex without worrying about anyone telling the press about it.”
“That is correct.”
“I don’t know if your just stupid or if you forgot but I’m a stripper not a hooker.” You sit up in your chair fully ready to leave the room.
“They would provide you with a fully furnished apartment, medical coverage with 24/7 access to their fully trained medical staff. Any cash given to you by your clients you can keep, however they would take a percentage out of the money they initially pay for your services.”
“Let’s say I’m a little interested, how much is the initial pay for my services?” You want to deny the offer, nothing wrong with having sex for money but it isn’t really your thing.
Giran doesn’t answer right away, instead putting out what is left of his cigarette only to pull another one out of his blazer and lighting it up. “The starting hourly rate is $2,500 an hour, they would take 30 percent from that.”
Holy shit, that’s as much as I make in a day and I would be making it an hour? You keep your face neutral but something in your eyes must have tipped him off.
“You would start tomorrow; most clients keep a contract with their favorite employee and we actually have someone lined up for you already. He has extremely specific tastes and you are the perfect person to fill in.”
“I’ll have to talk to the club owner; would it be possible to start later?” You don’t want to seem to eager, especially not in front of him.
“I don’t see that as a problem, they can give you one week but that’s it.”
You stay silent, making it look like you’re thinking about it. After a moment you lean forward in your chair and stick your hand out. “Sounds like a deal to me.”
Giran grabs you hand and gives it a firm shake. “If you ever need help or have any questions call the number on the card. Now I believe you were offered dinner, let me take you to one of my favorite places.”
You let his hand go and rise from the chair. As Giran comes around the desk and walks towards the door, he stops for a moment and turns to you. “Welcome to the team.”
Dinner was actually genuinely nice; the food was good, and you were able to have a comfortable conversation with Giran. Of course, he didn’t tell you anything about himself, but you had no problems with that, you didn’t wanna share anything to personal about yourself either. He dropped you back off at your car after dinner and shook your hand again before driving off.
By the time you got home you had decided what you were gonna tell the club owner and mentally packed your apartment. Not wanting to take all of your things you moved most of it to a secure storage facility. Having had it for a few years already in order to store the overabundance of clothes you owned.
After the week was up you had quit your job and packed all of your belongings. You realize you don’t know where you are supposed to go so you pull out the card and call the number.
“Hello, how can I assist you?”
“Giran never told me where I would be moving my stuff to. Could you give me the address?” You pick at your nails while waiting for him to answer.
“Of course, Miss Erised. Will you be needing any assistance for your move?”
He sounds so polite; I wonder if he is always like this.
“No, I’ll be fine on my own thank you.”
He gives you the address and let you know that you can call if you need any additional information.
“Good luck Miss Erised.”
When you get back to your apartment you immediately go into the shower and wash up, using the tea tree oil that Froppy had said she uses in an interview.
I don’t understand how people can like this stuff, but he gets easier to handle if I smell like those women.
When you are done you towel dry your hair and make sure to lotion your whole body. When your hair is dry enough you straighten it and leave it down. He likes it better when its down.
You go to your closet and rifle through until finding the very skimpy version of Froppys hero costume. All it really has in common with the original is the tan harness and the green with black and yellow stripes. Otherwise, it is a one-piece bikini without a crotch. You grab your black leather over the knee boots and get dressed. After checking the time, you give yourself a moment to mentally prepare.
I hate this, I hate him. Disgusting filthy little bug. A false hero, a plague. I can’t wait to leave this place.
Standing in the middle of your room you close your eyes and take deep breaths, allowing your consciousness to drift. You have found that the best way to endure these sessions is to detach yourself from the situation. Only focusing on the absolute necessary and maintaining the effects of your quirk. Giving yourself another minute to get into character you walk to the door joining your apartment to the “service room”.
Thankfully, he hasn’t shown up yet, you shut the door hearing the lock click into place, the door seamlessly vanishing into the wall. Sitting on the edge of the bed you face the door that Mineta will walk through and wait.
No matter how many times we do this I never lose the feeling of wanting to vomit while bathing in bleach.
When he walks in you see that he is wearing his hero costume, as atrocious as it is. He never really deviated from the original design. You immediately start your performance.
“Mineta? What am I doing here? kero” You clasp your hands together in front of your chest and look around frightfully.
“Hello Tsu, what a pleasant surprise to see you here.” He walks up, taking off his gloves and throwing them to the side.
“I don’t understand, do you know where- “Your sentence is cut off, pain in your cheek sharp and hot.
“I don’t believe I gave you permission to talk Miss thirty sixth hero.” He stands there with his hand still up as you cup your cheek and look up at him, the tears in your eyes real. He pulls his hand back again as if to slap you and you flinch.
“Good girl, now finish taking off my outfit for me.” Mineta walks back a few steps and holds his arms out. Your fingers are clumsy as you take it of piece by piece.
Mineta abruptly grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks your head back. You grab his hand with both of yours trying to ease his grip.
“Do you think if you do it slow enough, I’ll get bored and go away?” He pulls harder. “Huh? You really think you’re gonna get out of this don’t you.” He tosses you towards the bed and you scramble to get back on your feet.
The tears in your eyes have started to spill over and you start babbling. “Please let me go Mineta, I don’t know what I did but please pleasejust forgive me kero. I won’t tell anyone about this just please don’t hurt me kero.”
He doesn’t answer you, just finishes taking off his outfit before he is walking towards you again, a vicious gleam in his beady eyes.
You back up until the back of your legs hits the bed. You open your mouth to speak but before you can utter a single word, he slaps you again.
“I told you not to speak unless I told you to once already. Now I’m gonna have to punish you, aren’t I?” He shoves you onto the bed and follows, using his knees to push your legs open he sits up and gives himself a few pumps.” No need to prep you, I want this to hurt.”
You are sobbing at this point, your hands covering your face when you feel him push into you. A scream rips out of your throat and you reach forward to push him away.
“You know Tsu, these meetups have been the best. I’m thinking next time I will find the REAL you and have even more fun.” He closes his eyes a leans his head back, fully immersed in only getting himself off.
To engrossed in his own world, he doesn’t realize that you have gone still. Your tears have stopped, and you have pulled your hands back from him.
DISGUSTING
“Find the real me?”
VILE
You break character, bringing your full consciousness back. You voice is just a whisper at first, so he doesn’t hear you, doesn’t stop thrusting.
FALSE HERO
“Find the REAL me?!” You are screaming at him now.
He finally stops, hearing you the second time. For a second you see fear in his eyes before they fill with rage.
MONSTER
“Hey! You better start doing the job I paid you for, I don’t come here for you to question me.” He lifts his hand up, as if to slap you again. Before his hand comes down you grab it, squeezing until he yelps in pain.
This job is over, he isn’t worth keeping around anymore.
“You think I give a shit about a little piss ant like you?!” As you sit up, he yanks his arm away and pulls out of you. Stumbling back, he starts shaking a finger in your direction.
“You can’t talk to me like that! You’re just a whore!”
You dart forward before he can put more distance between you and grab him by the neck. As you pick him up you snarl and let your quirk fade away.
“I may be a whore but I not a monster like you. You are just a fake hero, a plague on this world and I will get rid of every single one of you.” You throw him onto the ground still holding on to his neck and squeeze.
“In other news, Minoru Mineta also known as the pro hero Grape Juice has gone missing after several videos of him have gone viral. He was last seen leaving a brothel that has requested to remain nameless. The videos contain triggering scenes of the pro hero having relations with a prostitute while she is dressed in various hero suits the resemble his old female classmates. He even refers to them by name. The videos contain triggering images, and it is recommended to not seek them out. The original videos have since been taken down but are reuploaded onto the internet on several other sites. The prostitute shown in the videos has also gone missing. Any information on the whereabouts- “
The T.V. turns off, the voice of the news anchor no longer filling the dimly lit bar. The people present remain silent for a moment before a man with burns all over his body starts to laugh.
“You could have really fucked that up Doll. Good thing we got enough evidence.” You sneer at him, making sure you change your appearance to match your own desire. He flinches when he sees his own face.
“I wish you had cut him! There wasn’t enough blood to keep his appearance up for awfully long!” The young woman with two messy blond buns in her hair twirls a knife around.
“I’m terribly sorry Toga, but I didn’t have anything sharp with me.” You pick at your nails and look over at Kurogiri, who is busy pouring a glass of whiskey for Dabi. “Do I get a break after this one or do you and boss man have another gig for me?”
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The Bet
Chapter 4 - Fire To The Rain
JJ Maybank x Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: very angsty, foul language, fighting and such
(A/N): VERY IMPORTANT!!! I decided to go a different direction with this story so it would fit the storyline of the show a little more sooo I deleted what was originally going to be chapter 4 and am giving you this instead, also i’m an idiot and didn’t realize that in the chapter 4 I originally posted i forgot to mention how kie and sarah make up and it had a bunch of other things that didn’t make sense so this is what we’re doing ALSO special shout out to @harrysbbby for helping me edit this chapter akhfjkd ily girl (gif is by @rue-bennett)
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There was an outdoor theatre tonight and Kie had practically spammed your phone with texts and calls asking if you and JJ would be attending, not really giving you much of an option.
Knowing Kie you didn’t want to piss her off, she could be the scariest person alive when she was mad. You’d learned that the hard way when the boys had stranded you, her, and Sarah in the middle of the marsh in an attempt to get Sarah and Kiara to make up, which much to your surprise did work.
So as you walked beside JJ, his arm lazily slung over your shoulder as you headed towards Kiara and Pope, who were currently setting up a couple of chairs on the grass for you to sit on.
When you finally reached them you shrugged JJ’s arm off, engulfing both Kiara and Pope with tight hugs. You hadn’t seen them much for the last couple of days, having been to ‘busy’ being hauled up in your room with JJ.
“Aren’t you guys glad that I made you come?” Kiara smiled, content with the little set up she’d made for the pair of you.
“Y/N’s bed was pretty comfy I’ll be honest” JJ commented causing you to lightly hit him in the chest giving him a warning look “what” he shrugged plopping down onto one of the pull out chairs. Pope quickly found his seat next to JJ’s, his distressed manner capturing your attention.
“We’re out of the green zone man,” Pope’s terrible attempt at a whisper could be heard from beside you causing both you and Kie to give each other questioning glances.
“Dude, Tranquilo, okay?” JJ hushed him, “we’re in the middle of kooklandia! This is the last place I wanted to be.” Pope panicked ditching his backpack and placing it at his feet. “Shut up Pope!” JJ scolded before standing up and moving to the seat next to yours, placing a kiss on your cheek hoping you wouldn’t question what they were talking about.
“Y/N can you come grab some sodas with me?” Kie questioned and you nodded, following behind her instinctively turning your head to look back at the two boys. It was obvious they were fighting about something, JJ’s flailing arms and Pope’s contorted eyebrows gave them away.
“Uh, two Pepsis please,” Kie’s voice rung through your ears before she turned back to you, “did you want anything?”
You shook your head, waving her off only earning a shrug in response from her as she went to hand the waiter her ten dollar bill.
“Hey Y/N what’s up?” Rafe’s voice quickly caught your attention, but you didn’t answer simply rolling your eyes in response. “I was hoping that we could talk, I need to tell you something.”
You turned to face him, crossing your arms over your chest.
“No, Rafe. I’ve told you multiple times to leave me alone, why is that so hard for you?”
“Please it’s important,” he countered grabbing your wrist but you quickly snatched it away. The exchange capturing Kiara’s attention.
“Rafe what a lovely surprise,” she sarcastically smiled, going to stand beside you. Rafe’s attention now on her, a smirk placed on his lips as he stared her down.
“Tell your boy that we know what he did,” he declared, eyes burning holes through hers.
Your brows pulled in at his statement looking over at Kiara to see if she knew what he was referring to.
“Sorry, what boy are you talking about?” she asked placing a hand on her hip.
“Oh, he’ll know,” Rafe quipped eyes locking onto yours again, “we’re not done,” he directed at you causing Kiara to quickly grab your hand pulling you back towards JJ and Pope mumbling a small ‘douche’ as you both walked away.
When you finally reached the two boys Kiara handed them both their drinks
“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote ‘tell your boy that we know what he did’ what the hell does that mean?” she questioned as you took a seat next to JJ and she next to Pope.
The two boys quickly shared panicked glances, “where is he?” JJ asked, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
“Right there” Kiara replied pointing towards Rafe, who was now staring at the pair of you, eyes fixated on your figure.
Pope quickly spun around, “great, the whole death squad” he frowned causing JJ to quickly place his hands on top of his hat hurriedly turning his head back around.
“Don’t stare bro,” he glared, “just warning you bro if they corner me I’m coming out swinging okay?”
You rolled your eyes at JJ’s words before leaning forward to look over at Pope.
“Excuse me, what the hell are you guys talking about?” you demanded but neither one of them answered you, both acting as if they couldn’t hear you.
“Slice and dicin’. I’m on edge right now,” JJ continued, Pope furiously nodding at his words, “and if that doesn’t work I got this right here.” JJ lifted up his backpack causing Kie to let out a loud gasp.
“I’m sorry JJ please tell me that you did not bring a gun here,” she practically hissed glaring over at him.
“A what?” you perplexed looking over at your boyfriend who scurried to place the backpack back under the chair he was seated on. “Why do you have a gun?!” you shrieked causing him to quickly shush you as to not gain any unwanted attention from the crowd of people surrounding you.
“No guys, okay? I didn’t bring a gun here everything’s fine,” JJ faltered.
“Wow thank you, that’s really convincing. I love that JJ,” Kie scoffed, “founding principle you guys, no secrets amongst pogues! what is Rafe talking about?” Kiara ordered eyes diverting between the two boys.
“Kie it might go down tonight” Pope warned his voice uneasy.
“What does that mean?” you countered starting to feel annoyed that JJ hadn’t told you something was going on between him and Rafe.
“Deny, deny, deny” JJ whispered to Pope, ignoring both you and Kiara until you finally just decided that you’d ask him about it on the way home focusing on the movie that began playing in front of you.
Half way through the movie it had turned pitch black outside and you’d replaced your previous position by moving to sit in between JJ’s legs, head resting on his chest as he played with your hair.
“JJ,” Pope suddenly whispered causing both you and JJ to simultaneously look over at him.
“What” JJ replied in the same hushed manner.
“Gotta take a piss” Pope spoke tugging at JJ’s shirt.
“Hold it” JJ stated firmly turning back to the screen but Pope kept on pestering him, “It’s so exposed they’ll totally see us,” JJ tried again as he turned his head back to look at Rafe who thankfully didn’t seem to notice.
“Shit they’re blocking the bathrooms,” Pope panicked causing JJ to groan as he whispered in your ear that he’d be right back. You nodded moving away from him so he could stand up.
“Come here, I know where,” JJ spoke before pulling Pope after him heading towards the trees behind the movie screen.
“What? are they gonna hold it for each other?” Kiara scoffed from beside you causing you to let out a laugh before your attention was back on the movie.
A couple minutes after they’d left you detected movement from your peripheral vision causing you to turn towards the side of the movie screen and much to your dismay seeing Rafe, Topper, and Kelce disappearing behind it.
“Kie, I think the guys are in trouble,” you whispered pointing at Kelce who was the last of them to fall out of sight.
“Whatever they can take care of themselves,” Kiara huffed clearly still pissed off from their behaviour earlier.
“Come on, they need our help, there’s like three of them!” you tried to convince her and when she finally nodded you quickly stood up Kie trailing behind you as you headed towards the boys.
“That was some nice work you did on my boat,” Topper’s voice started to fade in as you neared them,
“I don’t know what you mean,” Pope defended. No one seeming to notice the fact that both you and Kiara now stood only a couple of meters away from them.
“Sure, yeah no of course you don’t,” Topper shook his head before stepping closer to Pope, practically towering over him.
“Not so burly without a gun now are you?” Rafe sneered at JJ. “Take one more step and I’ll rip that prepubescent face off,” JJ spat at him in response.
They kept on pushing each other until finally all you could hear were knuckles hitting flesh causing you and Kie to quickly intervene.
Kiara went to Pope’s aid beginning to hit Topper over and over agin with her backpack until he finally turned around and ripped the bag out of her hands giving Pope a chance to tackle him from behind.
Kelce currently had JJ in a neck hold whilst Rafe beat the shit out of him so you did the first thing you could think of jumping onto Rafe’s back attempting to pry him off of JJ only resulting in Topper aggressively ripping you off him and throwing you onto the grass.
“Stay out of this Y/N!” he yelled at you before turning back to Pope.
“Topper you fascist asshole!” Kiara fumed quickly moving to help you up, reaching her hand out to you which you gladly accepted letting her pull you up.
“Thanks” you breathed out, composing yourself before you went back to attempt to get Rafe off of your boyfriend.
“Rafe stop it!” you commanded trying your best to rip him off of JJ who began to lay limp in Kelce’s arms.
Yelling at him clearly didn’t seem to be working so you started hitting him over and over again, your fists colliding with his back which seemed to piss him off enough to make his attention turn to you instead of JJ. You cowered back as he towered over you nostrils flaring, before he finally snapped.
“You know I don’t get it Y/N you’re a smart girl and yet here you are dating a dirty pogue who’s only with you for the money you have.”
Your brows pulled in at his words as you let out an angered laugh.
“You know what Rafe? Not everything is about money! And I’m finally happy! Why can’t you just accept that?” you fumed crossing your arms over your chest making him roll his eyes as he scoffed at your words.
“My god Y/N! he’s only with you because him and John B made a bet that he wouldn’t be able to make you fall in love with him!”
A sinking feeling replaced the anger you’d previously felt. Your eyes finding JJ, who was currently pushing Kelce off of him.
“What?” you tried to sound confident but your voice coming out small and shaky.
You knew Rafe to be a liar so it was a possibility that this was just yet another attempt to break up your relationship but judging by the look on JJ’s face, that didn’t seem to be the case.
“JJ?” you asked, searching his face for confirmation of what Rafe had just told you. His desperate eyes and contorted eyebrows giving you all the answers you needed.
“Oh my god,” you mumbled as Rafe’s words hit you like a slap in the face, “oh my god,” you repeated your vision beginning to cloud with tears as your hand went to cover your mouth.
“Y/N baby,” JJ’s voice was desperate as he carefully started making his way towards you but you backed away from him.
“Is it true?” your voice was barely audible. Your eyes stuck on JJ’s, who had a panicked look on his face.
Rafe seemed to be satisfied with the scene unfolding before him gesturing for Topper and Kelce to follow him as they left the four of you alone.
JJ’s head hung low, his eyes refusing to meet yours.
“Please tell me it’s not true,” you whimpered, tears slowly starting to roll down your cheeks. He didn’t say anything, keeping his gaze on the ground below him, “fucking look at me JJ!” you demanded, he flinched at your angered tone. He'd heard you use it many times whilst arguing with your parents or siblings but never did he think it would be directed at him.
He bit harshly down on his lip carefully contemplating his words.
“Y/N please let me explain-” he pleaded attempting to wrap his arms around you but you slapped his hands away.
“God, I’m so fucking stupid!” you cried feeling disappointed in yourself having let yet another asshole break your heart. You should have listened to Sarah.
“It was fake at first but it’s not anymore! I fucking love you, please you’re all I have-” he spoke, desperately trying to reach out to you again.
“I don’t give a shit whether you love me or not JJ, it doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been lying to me since the beginning of our fucking relationship”
He didn’t say anything.
“How much?” you asked, your voice bitter as you stared up at him.
“Y/N I don’t-” he began but you but you cut him off.
“How fucking much JJ!” you demanded.
“Hundred dollars” he shamefully hung his head as he turned to look away from you, not bareing to see the look on your face.
A. Hundred. Fucking. Dollars.
You let out a painful sob at his words, you’d never felt so utterly betrayed in your entire life, this felt a million times worse then when Rafe had cheated on you because you truly believed that what you and JJ had was real.
“You’re disgusting!” you furiously yelled starting to hit his chest over and over again hoping to get a rise out of him but he just stood still closing his eyes, his own tears now free falling down his cheeks. “I hate you” you yelled in between sobs, “fucking do something, say something!” you demanded now starting to push him.
“Y/N please” his voice was barely audible as he looked down at you, before grabbing both your wrists halting your movements.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” you yelled trying your best to wriggle out of his grip but he wouldn’t let you go.
“I love you” he whimpered.
“And I don’t care” you spoke coldly, finally managing to slip out of his grasp, backing away from him “I never want to see you again” your voice was low and barely audible, but he heard it although he wished he hadn’t.
“Please don’t do this” he begged trying his hardest to hold himself together but he could feel himself break more and more with every word you spoke.
“And I had to find out from Rafe” you scoffed, shaking your head.
“I’m so sorry Y/N please I-I’ll do anything just-” he cut himself off as a sob tore through his throat. He’d never craved your touch as much as he did right now, he wanted to hug you tell you he loved you, because he did, he really fucking did.
“I hope it was worth it,” you spat at him before walking around him and disappearing behind the movie screen ignoring his desperate cries pleading for you to come back.
“Fuck!” he yelled once you were out of view his fists repeatedly colliding with the tree next to him before his entire hand was covered in blood. His movements eventually slowed down as he began to sob profusely, his back coming in contact with the tree as he slid down it.
Kiara and Pope had no idea what the hell they were supposed to do having witnessed the entire thing. Pope decided to go to JJ whilst pointing Kiara in your direction and she nodded understanding what he meant quickly turning to find you.
“Hey man, it’ll be okay,” Pope attempted to comfort JJ sitting down next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
“I really fucked up.”
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i saw you were writing headcanons??????? 👀well what about one of the twins dating a slytherin and bringing them home for christmas for thr first year?? ily boo 💘
I absolutely adored writing this and it kinda ended up super long? Anyway tysm for the request Lena, ilysm and I hope you enjoy!! @angelinathebook
‘Fred dating Slytherin!Reader and taking her home for Christmas’ headcanon
Fred Weasley was super protective of you
He hates to admit it but even he used to be sceptical of Slytherins, stereotyping you all as mean and uncaring
But oh my how that’s changed
It started when he was made to sit next to you in potions
He’d added his ingredients in the wrong order, causing his cauldron to smoke and bubble
You could see the dread and slight embarrassment on his face as he expected you to laugh at him
You could also see Snape making his way through the tables, knowing he’d probably give Fred a detention for not following the instructions correctly
Without thinking, you switched your cauldrons around, knowing the blow would be much less for a Slytherin
When Snape reached your table he looked at your potion, swiftly putting in a few ingredients to correct it, and walked away with a mere tut
Fred did not move on as easily
He stared at you with eyes wide
“Blimey y/n, what in Merlin’s beard did you do that for?”
You shook your head, a small smile forming on your lips
“Not all Slytherins support Snape’s bullying of other houses”
Fred had been in awe of you ever since
Eventually plucking up the courage to ask you out on a Hogsmeade date
At first George was shocked that Fred had feelings for a Slytherin, but when Fred told George how it came to be he joined the Slytherin Defense Squad
You won Ron around when you helped him get the twins back for a prank they’d done to him
You’d all grown closer throughout the term, so when Christmas came around and Fred invited you to meet his family over the holidays you were excited
And hella nervous
How would they feel about their son dating a Slytherin?
Fred held your hand as you got off the Hogwarts express, whispering in your ear about how much his family was going to love you
They already knew about you of course, from the owls Fred had sent bragging about his beautiful girlfriend
Molly was the first to spot you, eyes landing on Fred and then your clasped hands before up at you
“Fred, y/n!” She beamed at you with arms outstretched
Your stomach fluttered in relief
“Mrs Weasley, it’s so lovely to me-” you were cut off by Molly encasing both you and Fred in a bone-crushing hug
“Blimey mum, don’t suffocate her before we’re even home”
She swatted him on the ear before instructing you to call her Molly
Arthur saw you next
Before you could get a word in, he was shaking your hand
“Arthur, pleasure to meet you y/n.”
When Fred was distracted in conversation with Molly, Arthur turned to you with a wink
“So nice to meet the girl who’s managed to tame one of our resident troublemakers”
Fred was a little self-conscious when you entered the Burrow for the first time
But you thought it was bloody brilliant
And you gushed about it for days
How homely it was
And that just made Fred fall in love with you even more
You stayed in Ginny’s room, getting to know her more and more everyday
You chatted about quidditch and school and Ginny’s crush on Harry
By the end of the holiday Ginny felt like she had the most badass older sister
And you were determined to protect her at all costs
When you first met Charlie you talked for hours about his work, finding it absolutely fascinating
And he loved you from that moment on
Bill was a bit harder to win over, as he was quite sceptical about your house, but one evening you overheard a heated argument between Bill and the twins
“That’s the house where all dark wizards-”
“Have you even met her?”
“-she has the kindest soul,”
“-you better get these stupid ideas out of your head,”
“-before we knock them out with a broom.”
Bill warmed up to you after that
Percy quite liked you because you seemed to keep Fred in line
Little did he know you two were working on lots of new prank ideas for when you got back to Hogwarts
Christmas day was, for want of a better word, magical
Molly had knitted you a green Weasley jumper with your initial proudly on the front
You teared up a bit when you opened it
And refused to take it off for the rest of the holiday
Fred had got you a charm bracelet
It had three charms
A lion
A heart
And a snake
To symbolise the pride he felt at your interhouse relationship
You hugged him for a solid minute after opening it, absolutely speechless
You’d got him a photo album with some of your favourite moments of your early relationship inside
And under each photo you’d written something you loved about him
Your cheeky smile
The way your eyes sparkle when you’re happy
Your heart of gold
They way you understand me like noone else does
Fred stayed awake that night, long after everyone else was asleep, flicking through the album
He shed a tear as he realised just how lucky he was to have you
The other Weasleys had each got you a present too - homemade food, a quill, a miniature cauldron from Ginny to symbolise that first moment with Fred
You were well and truly part of the family
When it was time to go you felt so sad
But so grateful
Molly hugged you extra tight on platform 9¾
And Arthur hugged you too, whispering a “thank you” in your ear
You stuck your head out of the window of the Hogwarts Express, waving goodbye until they’d disappeared around the platform
You couldn’t wait to go back
Ahhh I hope you like it, thank you for reading!
Please send me some headcanon requests 💖💛
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ROUND 1 POLL 4
17. Dr. Vera Ilies (She/Her) @vamp-galactica
Spontaneous, loud mouthed and maniacal, Doc Ilies is certainly a character, to say the least. Obsessed with her work, she fits the bill of mad scientist to a t. She considers herself a genius- and she is. She primarily spends her time in chemistry, making poisons and whatnot, but occasionally dabbles in other branches of science, such as oceanography and nuclear science.
Ilies is not a person you want to cross. She’s maniacal and absurd, and her strange temper can be astounding. She’s indifferent to the suffering of other people, and even grows eerily excited and humorous when people struggle against terrible odds. Prepare for threats of lobotomization and check all your food for poisoning if you get on her nerves. Her mood changes on a dime, though, and should you wish to easily get back in her “good” graces, all you need to do is ask if she knows any interesting science facts.
She fully devoted herself to science via an experiment in which she electrocuted herself in an attempt to gain a higher strength. It worked, to a degree, but also changed her appearance significantly. Her skin was ghostly pale, her eyes an electric green and her hair riddled with white streaks. She went significantly more mad after this experiment.
She once attempted to electrocute someone to death, but after the machine malfunctioned, she proceeded to Plan B: kill them with an ax! She likes cupcakes and her favorite flavor is key lime.
22. Tech Stunbolt (She/Her) @grayblacklight
Tech is an inventor, engineer, and mechanic (currently studying for a degree in wumbological engineering), as well as the villainous Team Flashdark's second in command who handles the majority of their technology. She is quiet laid back, having no problem with her adopted daughter's interest in heroics and helping with whatever mechanical problems her allies my have, and enjoys playing Minecraft in ways the developers probably never intended in her free time. Get on her bad side though (easy way to do that is to threaten her daughter or any of her minions) and you will find that not only is she incredibly proficient with energy weapons like busters and beam sabers, a great mech pilot, and capable of summoning a number of drones to her aid, but also that can charge and overcharge her creations with force lightning, making her a formidable opponent despite (and perhaps in part because of) the fact that she rarely ever attempts to use lethal force. 'Tech Stunbolt' is stage name that she uses because her birth name has a very... awkward English translation
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