Slytherin to Hufflepuff: I just want to do cute things with you like crush the patriarchy, fight for gender equality, and help to destroy racism
Slytherin: My kink is when people care about my feelings and what I have to say
Did it hurt? When you found out you'll never have a mate.
I like this “best of” compilation
I laughed too much at some of these
Sorry if I’m not your rusty bucket of haunted bog water, folks!
I just want a critically acclaimed asshole who is just good to me,cruel for the world but kindest for me,and trust me i'd kill for him..
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I just wanted to say that you did an amazing job! I loved reading what you've done! You said that you wanted more words so here it is your next words: tradition, needle and tribute
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I'm so glad you liked it dear 📚🌻 ! I absolutely love this challenge and I don't think I'll ever get tired of it hehe. Hope you enjoy this one too!
Freedom
Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of drug use, Mentions of injury Spoiler Free 😊
Genre: Romance, Humor
“Flag, I have someone coming on-board with you.“ Waller’s voice comes in through the radio of the jet colonel Rick Flag was about to take off with, taking the Suicide Squad on their newly assigned mission.
He rolls his eyes, engine of the jet roaring to signal it’s ready to lose contact with the ground and rise up into the skies - much like Rick, who’s already fed up with the Squad’s members who are explicitly annoying and pesky today, promising him a ton of headaches in the near future. With that in mind, these news Waller has given him so suddenly, he’s not particularly excited to welcome another lunatic on the jet. Another lunatic to deal with.
“Who the hell are you sending? Don’t you think my hands are already full enough?!“ He yells at the top of his lungs in order for his voice to overpower the engine’s loudness.
“I’m here to help you, you ungrateful piece of shit!“ This voice, familiar voice, doesn’t emerge from the radio, instead it’s coming from right behind him and is equally as strained as his due to the loud, ear-bleeding surroundings.
Before Rick can even comprehend the presence of another person, said person gets seated on the copilot’s seat, equipping a pair of headphones so the two can communicate without pushing their lungs to the brink of giving out.
“What the hell are you doing here, L/N?“ He asks, his eyes unable to hide even a little bit of the confusion that the girl’s presence has brought upon him.
Contrary to his seriousness and shock, the girl gives him a bright, almost teasing smile, “Oh come on, Flag. I have a soft spot for you, you know, I like helping you.“ She tilts her head ever so slightly, “And I don’t feel like giving Waller the pleasure of detonating this bomb at the back of my neck.“
“Thought so.“ He scoffs, watching Y/N’s movements out of the corner of his eye as she straps herself in.
She rolls her eyes, cracking her knuckles before turning to him, deciding to pick up on this petty war, just to make matters worse for Rick and more amusing for herself, “Aren’t you gonna shoot me? I mean, it’s our tradition.”
Rick cringes, recalling the exact event - or rather events, plural - she’s referring to: the night he arrested her and a few others, all henchmen of the Joker. Unlike her co-workers however, Y/N put up one hell of a fight while those fuckers chose flight. Their decision didn’t get them far while hers led her to the hospital wing of the Belle Reve prison, a bullet in her side fired at her by colonel Flag. Seeing the report files on the altercation, Waller immediately knew the girl was something else and recruited her for the Suicide Squad.
Ten Out of Ten (Rick Flag x Reader)
*gif isn’t mine!*
It’s that time again kids! Here we have seven thousand something words of Rick Flag smut that I stayed up until one in the morning to finish! :D The Suicide Squad glow up for my boy was really something else, and it ignited my love for him again.
Title: Ten Out of Ten
Rating: M or NSFW
Word Count: 7647
Warnings: Smut, Praise Kink, Accidental Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex
Summary: Almost dying can have a funny effect on people and honestly, there’s nothing that makes you feel quite as alive again as fucking in the back of a minibus- three feet away from your sleeping friends.
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Once dusk hit, the sun hanging low and threatening to dip under the horizon, the bus had fallen silent as it’s weary passengers finally succumbed to the exhaustion of the days events. While you had cleaned up your friends as best as you could, DuBois had commandeered another driver- after the unfortunate fate that befell your last one.
Not that the new guy needed to know anything about that.
The stout, middle aged man now sat in the drivers seat, bobbing up and down with each pothole and cheerfully humming along with the radio as he did.
You had been surprised that he’d found someone so quickly, but according to Robert, there had been no shortage of offers when the citizens learned that you were in need of a ride. They had been so thankful to you all for saving them, that nothing had been too much trouble.
It was… nice.
Having people stare at you with warmth and thanks in their eyes instead of fear. Hell, it had even seemed to get to Rick too. After all, it wasn’t like the prisoners in Bella Reve were lining up to shake his hand any time soon.
He got as much shit as the rest of you did.
The man himself was currently seated beside you- at your insistence. Pulling him, bloody and bruised and injured from the wreckage of the building had put you on edge- or, if you were being honest, it had freaked you the fuck out for reasons you were far too tired to explore right now.
But every breath he exhaled, every gentle movement of his arm against yours, was enough to ground you for now at least.
You were content to bask in the warmth radiating from him.
why can’t i stay in bed all day reading books and listening to music while creating fake scenarios in my head like there isn’t a law against it so wtf
friendly reminder that the most powerful high lord in history wears sweaters, is a nerd that has a whole library of books in his study, builds models of space, has an annual snowball fight with his brothers, has a wine collection and got a shoe thrown at his head by his mate.
i seriously picture rhys as such a sophisticate and then i also remember he sleeps nude, swears like a sailor and tells feyre dirty jokes through the bond
Scorpius: You pretend to be in Azkaban and I'll be the guard. You're my prisoner and have to do everything I say!
Draco: Pretend? You always tell me what to do. How is this different?
Scorpius: Hmm, good point. This time you'll be wearing handcuffs and can't escape.
Draco: Again, not very different...
Hermione: What are you two playing?
Scorpius: Father's my prisoner. He has to do everything I say!
Hermione: (lowers voice and says to Draco) Why do you look so upset? Are you having flashbacks to your time living with You-Know-Who?
Draco: (nods solemnly) Yes.
Hermione: Hey, Scorpius. Why don't you come with me for ice cream? Give your father a break.
*Once they leave the room, Draco jumps into the chair by the fire and starts reading the paper*
Crookshanks: Meow.
Draco: I did not pretend to be traumatized just to get some time alone.
Crookshanks: Meow.
Draco: Tell Hermione, and I'll kill you.
inbetweenfictionandreality-deac
“I waited too long to read the sequel, and now I can’t even remember the characters.”
A novel by me
“I read the whole series in less than two days, and now can’t separate the events of individual books” the thrilling sequel
“I’ve read so much fanfic for this series, I can’t remember what really happened in the books” the stunning conclusion
Stood on the cliffside Screaming “give me a reason” Your faithless love’s the only hoax I believe in