#I like this plot better than the Handshakers actual plot

[pasukiyo]

BEAUTIFUL THING

mike schmidt x f!reader word count; 2,573 warnings; smut, no plot, just porn :D summary; there was nothing in the world she wanted more than mike schmidt. but what were the chances he'd ever make a move on her?

 She wanted Mike Schmidt.

 Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely adored Abby, she was sweet, funny, and overall not a hard kid to take care of. But she knew all too well what her intentions were when she agreed to take up the babysitting job— how could she say no when he looked at her like that with those big, deep brown eyes?

 It was another late night spent at the Schmidt house— Mike had just gotten himself a new job with unholy hours, some late night security gig he had no choice but to take. Her mouth opened in a yawn and through her bleary vision, she blinked down to the watch on her wrist. 

 4:30 AM. Mike wouldn’t be back for another hour and a half or so. 

 She sighed and threw her head back against the cushions, staring absentmindedly at the television as some old cartoon played, audio soft and muffled. She wasn’t sure why she even bothered trying to stay up for Mike— she’d been babysitting for him for months, (without pay, might she add) and still, neither he nor she had made any moves. She wasn’t even sure if he ever even intended to make a move on her. 

 But she was just so certain that he felt at least some sort of attraction towards her. She could see it in the way he looked at her, how his eyes would absentmindedly trail down her body against his better judgment, how he’d pull the inside of his bottom lip between his teeth while he did. She could see it in the way his body would react when she came too close, like when she gave him a handshake or playfully shoved his shoulder.

 It was the same way she reacted when he was close. 

 Surely it couldn’t all be for nothing?

 Her eyelids were falling heavy against her eyes and she slowly slumped further into the cushions of the couch, hands tightening around the blanket around her body. Sleep was so close that she could reach out and feel it, and she would’ve slipped into the arms of slumber if it hadn’t been for the opening and closing of the front door. 

 She grumbled and furrowed her brows down at her watch. 

 4:35 AM. Mike wasn’t supposed to be home yet. 

 At the notion, she jolted and snapped her head towards the entrance, her heart thrumming against her chest as she prepared herself for the sight of a total stranger, ready to make a run straight for Abby’s room. She blinked and narrowed her eyes at the dark silhouette of the figure as it hung its coat on the rack bolted on the wall. 

 “Sorry. S’ just me.”

 She knew that voice. It was a voice she always dreamed about, a voice belonging to someone she’d seen practically everyday.

 “Mike?” Her voice came out rough, having not spoken for hours, not since Abby had gone to bed. “What are you doing home so early?” She asked as she pushed herself further up the sofa while Mike made his way towards the recliner, wiping a hand down his face before plopping down into the seat. She could only make out his face through the light from the television but even then, she could sense something was off. 

 Mike tapped his fingers against the armrest of the recliner, “I… I just… needed to leave… I guess,” he replied and she frowned, scooting to the far side of the couch closest to him. “Is… is everything alright?” She questioned, unsure whether or not he needed consoling. Mike leaned further back into his seat and let his eyelids flutter closed, inhaling deep through his nostrils. 

 “Just… is Abby asleep?” He finally asked after a moment and she nodded, humming. “She went down earlier than usual. Actually managed to get her to eat something,” she replied, her lips curving into a smile but quickly faltering again when she realized Mike wasn’t going to reciprocate. He looked almost… distraught. 

 Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she pondered her options. She’d known Mike for some time but even then, she still knew little to nothing about him. He slept a lot, that was for sure. And he loved his little sister and was trying so hard to be exactly the type of person she needed. But she knew nothing about him, Mike Schmidt himself. She didn’t know what he did in his free time, what he liked to eat, if he had hobbies, nothing. 

 Hell, she’d spent so much time fantasizing about him and filling in all the holes herself, she hardly even acknowledged that he could be somebody entirely else. She didn’t know the first thing about him.

 But she could learn to try. 

 She leaned forward, a steady hand warily finding his on the armrest of the recliner and she flinched when Mike snapped his eyelids open, looking between her and their touching hands. Their gazes surged into one another and she made no moves, as if seeking any sign that she should stop.

 Mike’s heart thrummed so hard inside his chest, it was a miracle that she couldn’t hear it. She looked at him as if she were asking permission— permission to what, he hadn’t even the slightest clue. But in spite of the voices inside of his head telling him he shouldn’t, that he shouldn’t let her, that he was wrong for her, he did. How could he say no when she looked at him like that, as if he were the most beautiful thing she’d ever laid eyes upon?

 His silence gave her the confidence to let her fingers creep further down to the back of his hand, flipping it around until they rested against the heel of his palm. Slowly, she soothed the tips of her fingers up his palm until they fell between the cracks of his, letting her digits curl around his knuckles. Mike shuddered at the touch and let his own fingers press down against hers and he watched as she raised their intertwined hands to her mouth, their gazes molded together as she pressed her lips against his skin. His lips trembled as they fell open and he narrowed his eyes, clinging onto the last bit of restraint he had left. 

 “You can relax with me, Mike,” she whispered against his skin, pressing another soft kiss to the knuckle of his ring finger. “You don’t have to worry while I’m around.”

 Mike pressed his lips back together and fought back the urge to groan at her words, his eyes wandering from their hands, down her arm, to her chest where it pressed against the edge of the sofa. His breath shuddered when he exhaled and the rubber band stretched inside of him finally released and with it, the last of his restraint. 

 Fuck it, he thought. It’s been long enough.

 Mike tugged her closer by the hand and her lids widened, a squeal slipping from her lips, in which he was swift to eat right up, pressing his mouth against hers. With his hand not intertwined with hers, he gripped her hip, working his way up to her waist to squeeze. The sound she made was muffled inside their admittedly messy kiss and he pulled her even closer, her knees having nowhere to go but on the outside of his thighs. 

 Mike groaned and pulled away to catch his breath as her hips ground down against his, already feeling frustrated with the growing erection in his jeans. He blinked up at the woman on top of him, her arms thrown over his shoulders, her chest heaving as she chased air back into her lungs. She stared down at him with hazy irises, still bleary from lack of sleep. 

 “Sorry,” Mike finally managed to breathe out, his palms resting on either of her thighs. “Probably a little much, wasn’t it?”

 He watched as the corners of her lips curved into a grin and she chuckled breathlessly, shaking her head. “Not enough,” she tittered as she surged her lips back into his, one of her hands on his shoulders slithering their way into his mess of dark tendrils, fingers curling and tugging at his roots. He hissed inside her mouth and dug his fingernails into her skin, a whimper falling from her lips, allowing him to take control of the situation. 

 He pressed himself forward and reached for the end of her t-shirt and she briefly broke away to allow the fabric up and over her head, her own fingers already working at the buckle of his belt. Mike leaned forward to pepper kisses all across the tops of her breasts and she threw her head back as he took over in undoing his belt, ripping it from his loops and throwing open the button and zipper of his jeans. 

 She clambered off of him as he raised his hips to tug his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his erection to spring free of its restraints, feeling her stomach do a somersault at the sight as she stripped herself of her own shorts and panties. Mike fought the urge to wrap his hands around his cock as she reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra and time seemed to slow as the straps fell from her shoulders, the lave toppling to the floor altogether. 

 He swore he could feel his mouth water and never before this moment had he wanted something, or someone, more. He blinked up at her, following her gaze down to his lap and at his erection that stood tall, waiting for her, dripping with pre-cum. 

 Mike cocked an eyebrow, “you just gonna stand there or you gonna take it?” He asked, voice low and husky and fuck, she thought she’d drop dead right then and there. Still, this was a dangerous game they were playing. “What about Abby?” She whispered, glancing towards the hallway where Abby’s room was. “What if she wakes up?”

 Mike pressed his lips together and bucked his hips, raising a leg to softly give her calf a kick. “You can be quiet, right?” He murmured in question and she felt herself clench from his voice alone. Here Mike Schmidt was, cock out and erect, all because of her. This was something she had only dreamed of— never did she think that this would become reality. 

 Mike cocked his eyebrow again and she shook herself from her thoughts, taking his hand as he guided her back onto his lap. Her body shuddered and her bones rattled as she began to sink herself down, jolting when the tip brushed against her cunt, teeth sinking down into the plush of her bottom lip to contain her sounds. 

 “It’s okay,” Mike whispered. “I got you.”

 Her eyes about rolled in the back of her head at that as his hands kneaded at the flesh of either of her hips, guiding her further down his length, making sure to go agonizingly slow to ensure she felt every single fucking inch of cock inside of her. Tears brimmed the outskirts of her eyelids as she finally sat still on his lap, filled to the brim with cock. Mike let her head fall down against the curve of his shoulder, burying her nose into the crook of his neck as she allowed time to adjust to his size, simultaneously trying to keep her sounds to a minimum. 

 “You’re so tight,” Mike’s breath shuddered in her ear and his voice made goosebumps litter her skin, his fingertips like the icy breath of a ghost against her back. “You think you can handle moving now?” He asked in a whisper against the shell of her ear and she nodded, letting him grab her thighs and push her further up his cock until just the head remained. She cried against his neck when he sank her all the way back down his length, the lewd noise of their wet skin slapping together making her clench around him. “Fff… uuck,” he dragged his curse out as he snapped his hips up against her.

 “Shit!” She gasped as he thrusted again and again and again. And she let him. She let him use her in whatever way he pleased. 

 “Gonna be good for me?” He muttered next to her ear. “Gonna let me take care of you, hm?” She nodded, bobbing her head up and down against his shoulder as he snapped his hips up to hers again and again, daring the coil inside her belly to snap. “Think you can handle it?” He asked again and she nodded once more, crying and biting down on his collar. “Yes!” She cried, fortunately muffled against his skin. 

 So Mike thrusted again, harder and harder, chasing that high, that release he so desperately needed. He could tell she was close— it’d probably been so long since she’d been stuffed by cock like this. She’d probably been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. 

 With the pad of his thumb, he pressed down against her aching bud and Mike could feel a fresh new set of tears soak his skin as she cried, bucking her hips into his touch. His thrusts were as sloppy as they were powerful and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. 

 “Mmm… Mike… I’m… I’m gonna…” she hardly managed to stutter out, slowly feeling the coil inside her stomach as it began to unravel. 

 “Yeah?” Mike said, his other hand wrapped around her neck and pushing her forehead down against his, gazing up at her closed eyelids. He rolled his head against hers, “look at me,” he breathed out and watched as she slowly fluttered her lids back open, just as more fat tears beaded down her cheeks. The sight was enough to get him to teeter on the edge himself. 

 “Gonna come?” He asked and she nodded, sweat-slicked forehead lolling against his. He nodded too, already feeling her release around him as she spawned around his cock, relying solely on him and his body to keep herself up. She buried her face in the crook of his neck again as she whined and cried, Mike’s thrusts speeding up as he gave himself that final push he needed to send himself reeling, spiraling and shaking with the force of his release. 

 “Fuck,” he growled into the skin just below her ear, squeezing his eyelids shut tighter as he willed himself to keep his sounds on the low, for the sake of his little sister sleeping just in the other room. 

 Silence fell over Mike and the babysitter for a good, long moment as they both recovered from their highs, chasing air back into their lungs as the realization of what they had just done began to sink in. Mike should be mortified— she was his sister’s babysitter, he doesn’t have time for this, she doesn’t deserve him, he shouldn't have done this. 

 But the woman in his lap settled herself closer into him, nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck, her lips like a crescent moon against his skin as she placed a soft kiss to his flesh there. 

 “I hope you’re okay, Mike,” she whispered and he threw his head back, an arm thrown around her body as he stared up at the ceiling. How could he push her away now?

a/n; so yeah!!! i watched fnaf on friday and it kinda sorta just brought back my whole josh hutcherson phase so enjoy!! this was just a quick little something i wrote up and there's like no plot at all and not proofread LMAO

[lowkeyrobin]

If you're still writing for The Umbrella Academy, I would love to see a Viktor x Reader one shot about Viktor bringing his S/O home to meet his family and just seeing how they react to his S/O. :)

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AWE OMG YES ☹️☹️☹️ ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy 🦠!!

VIKTOR HARGREEVES ; meet the family

summary ; vik brings you home to his mama and daddy (his siblings) (I'm making fun of country ppl pls get the joke)

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; post s3 ig but they still have powers (for the plot cause I thought it'd be fun)

word count ; 836

masterlist

Being Viktor's partner, especially for this long, had long called for a family reunion for you to meet them and vice versa. To say that was nerve-wracking was an understatement. That fucking man had six siblings. Six siblings you needed to impress. Six siblings you had to prove yourself to. Six siblings you had to give a good first impression so they knew you were good for Viktor.

Yeah, no, you weren't prepared to step inside the Hargreeves' mansion of a home.

The first to greet you was Allison, sporting long, dark curls against platforms, black, bell bottoms, and a white top. Get it girlfriend.

"Oh my gosh, hi Vik!" She smiles, wrapping her shorter brother in a hug.

You stand beside them awkwardly, nervously, thinking quickly in your head on what to say, if you should speak at all. No, of course you speak. Speak when spoken too-

"Hi, I'm Allison" She smiles, holding a hand out for you to shake.

You quickly accept the handshake, a kind smile on your face. "I'm Y/n"

"My partner" Viktor smiles.

Allison's soft smile turns into one of joy, much more gleeful. "Congrats, both of you." She looks between you both, a mutual smile being thrown back and forth. "You're a lucky person to have him, trust me"

"Thanks," you reply, looking to your boyfriend. "I love him a lot"

"Good thing I won't have to rumor either of you into saying it out loud," She jokes, patting Viktor on the shoulder before heading back into the living space.

You raise an eyebrow, looking to Vik. "What'd she mean, 'rumor us'?"

"Her power is to rumor people. She says, 'I heard a rumor' and essentially has power over their mind and actions, " he answers.

"Oh..."

"Don't worry, she's just joking. Sorry"

He pulls you into the living room, seeing his other siblings having a grand old time already. At the couch sits Diego and Lila, sipping on some fruity mocktails.

"Well, hello chaos bringer!" Lila smiles, quickly greeting Viktor with a hug. "Who's this lovely looking friend you've got here?"

"My partner" Viktor smiles, looking to you.

"Y/n" You smile, stretching your hand out for her to shake.

Lila accepts. "Lila. Diego's wife" She nods back at Diego.

From the couch, Diego smiles and waves, chewing on a slice of the orange which was in his drink. "Hi! I'm Diego, the only good sibling here"

Lila rolls her eyes, turning to Vik. "Do they know about all our powers?"

"We're just learning as we go" Viktor chuckles.

Lila turns back to you. "Well, I can replicate other people's powers, which is kinda shit sometimes." She shrugs, shoulders slightly knocking around her shoulder length, platinum white hair. "Diego's a master at corn hole. Don't challenge him"

"That's not my power!" He exclaims. "I have better aim than all you dorks, knives are for men!"

Lila and Vik speak to you in unison. "Guns are for pussies"

You chuckle, a hand over your mouth, finding comfort in this chaotic family already.

"Viktor, Lila" A new voice speaks, nodding his head as he speaks. "Who's that?"

"Five, meet Y/n, my significant other." Viktor smiles, turning between the two of you, "Y/n, this is Five. He's the one trapped in a younger version of his body, but he's actually like, seventy"

"Sixty-two," He corrects. "But, welcome to the family, Y/n. You're going to hate it here" He whispers.

"No, they won't!" Klaus groans with an eyeroll, appearing out of nowhere. He places his hands on his shoulders, which quickly fall to his sides after Five teleports away. "Hi, I'm Klaus" He smiles, quickly hugging you.

"Hi!-"

Lila continues, recapping you on powers. "Five can teleport and time travel, and Klaus is immortal and can speak to ghosts"

"And created a cult" Vik adds.

Klaus smiles, stepping back, looking between you and your boyfriend. "Let me know when the wedding is. I'll have to go shopping"

"Klaus!"

"Coming, Diego!"

As Klaus leaves, Luther and Ben approach, being the last of the siblings you had to meet. They both shake hands with you, then begin to argue over who was in charge of dusting the paintings on the walls.

By this point, you were wondering how they even put up with each other, then remembered that they barely did. I mean, you understood. You wouldn't want to be around your collection of siblings anymore after saving the world three times.

Lila turns back to you. "Luther is super strong, Ben has tentacles in his stomach"

You slowly nod. "Gotcha"

Five clinks a fork against a champagne glass, silencing the room. "Let's raise a toast to Viktor and his new partner, yeah?"

"Hell yeah!" Klaus smiles, picking up a stray glass of water off the coffee table.

Ben hands you and Viktor a drink while Five speaks, then drinks once again.

Vik turns to you as Lila joins Diego on the couch again. "Thoughts?"

"Many"

"I'd be worried if not"

[darling--angst]

The 'God', The Masochist, and the Crazy Scientist

I just found out that I'm anemic that's why I'm so frail and pale :'(

I twisted the plot a little

I actually don't know if Bram is made from human experimentation but I did it anyways.

TW! Explicit Language, Death, Human experimentation, Murder, Slight Yandere, Gore(?), Straight up crazy scientist, Slight suggestive content.

Pairing: Nikolai Gogol x Reader(you) x Fyodor Dostoevsky

Synopsis: F!Reader joins the DOA as their doctor because of her ability and piqued the interest of a certain clown and a person with God complex.

F!Reader has a personality like Mobius (Honkai) and Reader is a little unhinged

You were a normal doctor in Yokohama, working overtime. Now you were sitting across a wanted terrorist, offering you a job in their notorious group.

A few months back then the Port Mafia's boss, Mori Ogai came to your office to make you an offer to join them. You had great intelligence, but mediocre at combat, though you worked as a normal doctor, you had an ability: "The Souls of the Damned". Your ability allows you to bring the dead back to life through souls, but as the saying goes: an eye for an eye, it was the same for your ability, a soul for a soul. You must sacrifice an alive soul to bring back the dead. Soul Manipulation, is a better description of your ability; you can manipulate souls per will, to identify an ability user's soul they have a certain color in their soul's core. If you will bring back a dead ability user, you must exchange another ability user's soul. You owed favors from Mori Ogai, so you brought back dead people for him, he of course gave you the live souls. Yet, you didn't accept his offers. Which leads you back to now:

"Hello, miss Y/n" the Russian says from across the table.

"Well.. May I ask why you are here sir Fyodor?" you asked, offering him tea.

"Hm? Hibiscus?.. Though it seems you have already known my name." He said drinking the tea quite impressed.

"Of course.. Fyodor Dostoevsky, known as the face of The Decay of Angels." You said

"I have an offer to make for such an intelligent individual such you." He chuckled amused by you.

"..What is it?" You asked sipping your tea.

"Work as the DOA's doctor" he explained which piqued your interest.

"Hmm.? Why would a terrorist group full of powerful and dangerous ability users need a normal doctor like me? You sarcastically said raising a brow.

"Well.. To be precise we need your ability.. "Souls of the Damned" he smirked sinisterly sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh? What would I get in return?" You asked. There was no need to feign ignorance, he already knew it all.

"Advantages, and equipments for your experiments" he explained.

"Haii.. Same offers with the Port Mafia.. I must say it was quite a let down" you sighed dissatisfied. His eyebrow twitches from annoyance, yet still kept his facade.

"Then.. What do you want in return.?" He asked

"Guess it. After all, you DO believe you are smarter than me, don't you sir Dostoevsky?" You sarcastically said.

"Information."

"What.?" You said, eyes widened.

"You want information about THAT book" he said.

"Huh."

"Well I look forward to working with you Dostoevsky-kun" You said sitting up with him smirking.

He sat up and offered you a handshake, a very suspicious one. In every human body you can see their soul's color; normally a soul would be gray or slightly darker but his... It was pitch black. His soul's core was bloody red, the core is supposed to represent the ability; red, it means death. For him to offer you a handshake means he may kill you, yet it only excited you even more. You smirked accepting his handshake. When your hands met, his eyes could only widen, you were still there in one piece, alive and breathing.

"Your ability is as interesting and powerful as they say." He said pulling away. You could only chuckle in response.

"How rude of you Dostoevsky-kun.. already trying to kill me" you pouted sarcastically. He smiled in return, not a friendly one, the one that says "your correct" yet a little sinister.

"Well I must go.. Come here tomorrow" he said giving a piece of paper. As you opened the note, he closed the door. You could only clench your fist on what was written there.

"Сволочь..." You muttered. The note was quite unique, it's one that you have to decipher until tomorrow afternoon.

You spent the entire night, deciphering the note.. Actually you didn't, you put a tracking device on him earlier. As you looked at your computer for his location, it looks like he stopped at a certain building until he probably saw the tracking device and tossed it away.

The next day passed and you had no intention of actually coming to the building, because Fyodor found the tracking device it was most likely that you came but being the little bitch you are, you didn't. The afternoon passed and it turned into evening, the evening passed and midnight hit. You were taking a warm bath after you came home from your shift. As you finished bathing you noticed someone's presence in your home. You dressed and opened your laptop, water was dripping from your washed hair. As you typed, you got sick of the presence chuckling in the shadows so you decided to close your laptop and speak.

"Why do I owe the pleasure of you being here?"

Creeping up from the shadows, he finally decided to show himself, Nikolai Gogol.

"You're just as perceptive as Dos-kun said!" He excitedly said suddenly appearing beside you. As you took in his form, he was very tall. When your eyes met his, it was quite unique.

"As I said earlier, may I ask why you are in my home?" You raised a brow.

"Ah! right! I forgot about that part! Keke!" He chuckled.

"Dos-kun is annoyed because you didn't show up earlier!" He shrugged sitting on the table beside you.

"Oh.? He would actually be there?" You asked intrigued.

"Hueh?" He blinked twice not expecting that to be your answer.

"Since you already know the location by tracking him.. Let's go!" He said pulling your wrist to him as he put a cloth to your nose and mouth, drugging you. You passed out and fell on him as he chuckled.

"kekeke, works every time"

You woke up in an unfamiliar room, sitting up, dizziness caught up to you, your vision was very blurry, you looked around and there was Nikolai Gogol sitting beside you with an unfamiliar man.

"Maybe you added too much drugs onto the cloth.." A man with white and lilac hair could be seen uncomfortable and concerned.

"nah! I'm perfect at estimating! Keke" he replied. As you groaned in response, your vision finally became clear.

"See! She's awake already!"He exclaimed feeling proud.

"Are.. you okay.?" The other man asked feeling bad about your condition.

"Ugh.. Yeah.. I mean he could've used cholorform instead of Fluothane! tch!" You glared at Nikolai still feeling dizzy. He could only blink in response and chuckle while the other stood still.

"Let's start with introductions first shall we?!" He excitedly said.

"I'm Nikolai Gogol! My ability is Overcoat!" He exclaimed.

"I'm Sigma.. My ability is 'information exchange ability'.." help I don't know the exact name of his ability Sigma said looking away; as you observed him, he looked uncomfortable with Nikolai.

"I'm Dr. Y/n L/n, My ability is "Souls of the Damned". You said.

"I look forward to working with you Y/n-san!" Nikolai exclaims. Sigma could only nod at best.

Eventually, you met everyone of the Decay of Angels; including their leader, Kamui. Though you always tried to read everyone you met, you didn't try to read Nikolai; you didn't know why yourself but suddenly you felt reassured with him, Nikolai took noticed of that too.

You did experiments at your will and it all involved your ability so they gave you 'souls' or to be exact alive humans per your request. During your experiments Nikolai came for some unknown reason, during this time too..

"Hey~~ Dove~" He teased going down your lab stairs.

"Nikolai.? What are you doing here?" You were puzzled.

"I told you to call me Kolya! Hmph!" He pouted.

"...Fine.. Kolya" You murmured

"Finally!" He said jumping to you.

"Now what are you doing here?" You asked turning your head back to your experiments

"Well.. I was bored!" He exclaimed.

He took notice of the three bodies on the experiment table and asked:

"Hmm.? Why do you have three bodies here? Don't you usually do two?" He asked.

"I'm currently trying to bind their souls together then use the third body as a host" you explained putting your hands on the pockets of your blood stained lab coat.

"Well it's certainly bloody here!" He said looking around.

"May I watch?" He asked

"..." You still kept your cold poker face, you sighed and muttered a small "yes"

"Yay!" He celebrated and turned back to the side.

As the man strapped to the table awakens, he started struggling against his restraints and muffled screeches are heard from the other. This man was certainly interesting, his ability allows him to turn anyone to a 'vampire' immediately, that's why he has cloth on his mouth. The other 'patients' woke up and screams could be heard. You took the soul of the man on the side, it was an inhumane ability; one that grants immortality, he can't die. As you took his soul, his body slowly fades away turning into cold flesh. The man on the middle was a little calmer than the others, after all he did make a deal with Kamui. As you grabbed your knife you slowly made incisions as he groaned through the cloth. You took his soul as the man slowly became unconscious, your eyes widen at how pure his soul is. Taking both souls you binded them with the movement of your fingers. Crimson light covered the room as you laughed maniacally. In your hand was a soul, two pure and impure souls mixed together. The soul still has a core, it was crimson and in the middle was yellow; immortality and power. You succeeded, glancing at the body of the man, you caressed the soul, a sinister smile appearing on your lips. You controlled the soul at your will, as you slowly inserted it to the body of Bram Stroker.

With the insert of a soul to the unconscious body, he quickly awakens sitting up and groaned

"Hah! Finally!" You laughed forgetting the presence of Kolya.

The scene was watched by Nikolai until the very end. He was mesmerized by your beauty and craziness. Every flick of your finger, he felt his heart beating. Everytime you gave him attention and patience, you interest him. Every chuckle of yours, he wanted the be the reason of your chuckles and laugh. Everytime you smiled, he wanted that smile to be his and his only. He wanted you.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your laugh. He smiled at the sight of you, bloody, messy hair and laughing maniacally. Now he noticed where you were looking, a man with pointy ears and crimson red eyes. For some reason Nikolai craved you your attention.

He walked closer to you, without you noticing. He applauded at you catching your attention. When you turned at him he was so close to you, your head facing his chest at how close he was. You turned your head up to make eye contact with him.

"Ah.. Kolya..." You murmured.

"Why hello Dove! I'm certain you forgot my presence since earlier!" He said with a playful facade.

"..." You looked away to the side. Without you noticing Nikolai shot Bram a cold glare in which he didn't notice.

"Anyways let's go! I have to make the experimentation records!" You said grabbing him by the hand, oh how excited you are. Your usual demeanor was replaced with happiness and excitement. His eyes widened at you holding his hand, you weren't looking at him so you couldn't see his blush. His attitude completely changed and kept his facade on.

"Then let's go to Kamui first! Keke!" He laughed and held your hand leading you to Kamui's office.

In reality, Nikolai didn't do that to see Kamui; he did that so he can hold your hand longer. After all, Kamui's office is very far from your lab. Minutes passed as you two walked together, hands intertwined, now you were Infront of Kamui's office, only when you were supposed so knock at the door did you notice you holding hands with Kolya. You took your hand away from his and cleared your throat to try and keep composure. You knocked on the door and entered not even looking at Kolya, you were too much of a blushing mess to look at him. You had a friendly conversation with Kamui, then as you told him about the experiment being a success, he's expression was full of sinister, not that you did mind.. As you lead him to the lab, you didn't see Nikolai perhaps he decided to annoy Sigma at the Sky Casino. The experimentation was a success, Kamui took in charge of Bram so luckily you didn't have to take care of a vampire. You did the records and most was fine. You had quite fun with Fyodor by playing chess and cards with him, he of course wins by a point or two much to his delight. He didn't find you as bothersome as back then in your first meeting. Sigma... was quite scared of your antics and you being a mad doctor but most of the time he finds you quite comfortable with.. in his eyes you are better than Nikolai, because you aren't THAT crazy like him; For Sigma you are the better choice than a masochist with God complex who calculates his every move. The DOA got used to you being company to them, and you got used to how weird each member is.

A few months passed since you joined the DOA and Nikolai became more flirtatious and he initiated physical contact a lot. You and him kept on friendly terms as he refused to accept the lingering feeling he has for you. Eventually you learned more about The Book. You didn't plan on using it or anything, you just planned on studying it and maybe making a few writings on the book if you can, it depends on the possibility of getting the Book. After learning that Sigma was from the book, you were absolutely... pissed.

"Fyodor.." You barged into his room with a glare.

"Y/n.. What brings you here without even knocking.?" He raised a brow shifting his attention from Nikolai to you.

"I need to talk to you. Privately. Five minutes at minimum" You looked at Nikolai as he pouted. Fyodor nodded at Nikolai and he sighed, standing up from the table, he left closing the door.

When he left Fyodor stood up and walked over to you. You clenched your hand and grinded your teeth. He stopped Infront of you and lifted your chin up with his hand. As he took the sight of you his was a little shocked. You always tried to keep composure, you never really shared when you're angry, you just had a cold face, yet now you were certainly angry trying to calm down.

"Now. tell me what's wrong милый?" He asked you coldly.

"Why didn't you tell me..?" You muttered.

"Hmm.?" He asked raising a brow.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me about Sigma being from the book?!" You snapped clearly angry at him. After snapping at him Fyodor was certainly pissed yet kept quiet.

"Huh. You knew from the fucking start since you made me that offer a few months a ago.. Сволочь." You hissed. He suddenly grabbed you and pushes you to his desk.

"Ah! Fyodor?!" You exclaimed. Now your back was on his desk, he was on top of you holding your arms above your head. He placed his leg in between yours as his face started getting closer to yours.

"I really don't appreciate you screaming at me like that, Дорогой.." He said with a low tone.

"Besides.. You never asked did you.?" He whispered in your ear. You chuckled before swiftly switching positions with you now on top.

"Fyodor... How could I know.? After all you did not fullfil the terms of the contract did you?" You said to him leaning on his face.

"Or perhaps.. You're not a man of your word?" You seductively whispered leaning on his ear as he snapped. He pushed you away and pinned you to the wall.

"You really do know how to piss me off, don't you Милый?

"Ugh.!" You groaned as he tightened his grip on your wrists.

"Stop with the nicknames Fyodor, I'm not your 'love' or your 'darling'." You hissed. He leaned to your neck and chuckled.

"Whatever you say Моя любовь" He exhaled his warm breath hitting your neck.

"mmh.." you huffed.

"Stop resisting me Любовь.." As he leaned closer to your neck. He stopped and looked at you for a second. You were looking up at him, wrists red from his grip and his body leaning close to yours, for him your current state was a sight to behold, his favorite part was your glistening lips. As he leaned in, you turned your head to the side. He held your wrist together with his right arm, as his other arm made it's way to your chin grabbing it. He forces you to look at him and as he leaned to your face, the door barged open.

"Alright! Time's up!!" Nikolai halted when he finally saw the two of you. Fyodor let you go, as you stretched you arms; he grabbed you by the waist and whispered to you:

"We'll continue this later милый" He pulled away from you and gave you peck on your head.

"Whatever" you glared at him walking towards the door as Nikolai stood still and Fyodor smirked at you. The door closes and Nikolai was there facing the door.. speechless. His expression darkens and his fist clenched as you left.

[whywouldyoudothistua]

ok im talking abt diego and lila

their relationships this season was so gross to me i'll start with the biggest thing but the whole "yknow she said u couldnt get pregnant while breastfeeding, you can" was WEIRD, it was WEIRD and while it could have been in character for Diego to be stupid and a jerk and view it that way them never correcting this line of thinking really just paints Lila as some conniving evil woman that tricked Diego into having more babies. Which if its meant to be true is just about the most foul way you could have written her character bc sure turn all strong-headed women into evil people thats fine that has no repercussions on feminism. But also bc realistically Lila also didn't fucking know. And not coming to any sort of conclusion on if she did or didn't is kindof crazy bc people that took that as her genuinely tricking Diego into having babies are rightly pissed bc thats a fucked up thing to do but also when it happens in REAL LIFE (i give diegos twins a little handshake) the woman usually just doesn't fucking know either, its misinformation given by doctors and the woman are usually also not fucking aware of it and are not running schemes to trick men into having babies with them and I feel like portraying it that way is just gross and unnecessary Also generally why did they have to make them hate being parents to such extremes, I really really understand how a "diego and lila struggle to be parents to 3 children after being actual superheros their whole life" plotline could've been good and I was excited when they started it out but they ended it awfully and it just makes diego and lila look like kinda shitty parents???? literally the entire show they are complaining about their children, they act like they're a burden and it never gets turned around, Diego has like one moment of realizing he needs to be more present but it's mostly put in the context of him and Lila's relationship not either of their relationships with their kids, I don't even know 2 of their kids names I'm pretty sure they call them "the twins" the entire show. And the whole thing was completely overshadowed by the weird ass Lila/Five so they never got to have a moment of realizing their marriage is a good thing, or figuring out a way to go about their lives if they really didnt want to be married anymore. I really do understand they were trying to go for a good plot where Diego and Lila are struggling and it's so reasonable that they would be! But they could not fucking fit it all in 6 episodes with the amount of screentime it was given, and I rlly just think they should've dropped it cause its such a nuanced plot to throw and them rushing through it honestly just makes it seem like diego and lila are shit parents who ideally would've never had kids Idk I'm gonna watch those last few episodes again cause I admit my eyes were fucking glazing over trying to keep up with Diego and Lila's plot while Lila was w Five and I HOPE it was handled better than I realized the first watch but I really just feel like they fumbled it and the line making it seem like Lila was tricking him into having kids never getting resolved REALLY makes me feel like umbrella academy season 4 hates women

[zapreportsblog]

Error In My Ways

➥ summary : Legosi thought Haru was the one for him, turns off he’s wrong and the one for him was right in front of him this whole time

➥ a/n: Firstly this is my first beastar x reader fic ever and whiles I don’t watch the anime I read about it and know of it to a certain degree, as always no story I write truly follows the plot of the anime’s I write for so enjoy :) ooh and on another note this fic is totally not what the summary says it is, heads up this story is really long

➥ beastar legosi x hybrid human/chipmunk Reader

Legosi couldn't help but stare in bewilderment as the new girl, (Y/n), walked into the school. She was unlike anyone he had ever seen before – a hybrid between a chipmunk and a human. Her appearance was intriguing and exotic, but it also made her stand out like a sore thumb in the sea of typical students.

As she passed by, Legosi noticed her big, puffy tail swaying behind her, and he couldn't help but wonder how she managed to navigate the crowded hallways with it. Her sharp teeth caught his eye as she flashed a smile at another student, who quickly looked away in discomfort.

Despite the curiosity and stares from others, Legosi was determined not to let her appearance deter him from making a new friend. He had always been drawn to unique individuals, and something about (Y/n) seemed intriguing to him.

He took a deep breath to gather his courage and approached her cautiously. "Hi, I'm Legosi," he said with a friendly smile, trying to sound casual.

(Y/n) turned to him, her chipmunk-like ears perking up with curiosity. "Hey there, Legosi. I'm (Y/n). Nice to meet you."

Legosi noticed her sharp claws as she extended her hand for a handshake. He hesitated for a moment but then reached out to shake her hand, being careful not to get scratched.

"I hope you're not bothered by the way I look," (Y/n) said, her tone a mix of curiosity and self-consciousness.

Legosi shook his head, trying to put her at ease. "Not at all. I think it's fascinating, actually. You're the first hybrid I've met, and it's kind of amazing."

(Y/n) looked surprised but pleased by his response. "Really? Most people are put off by my appearance. They either stare or keep their distance."

"Well, they don't know what they're missing out on," Legosi replied with a genuine smile. "I like unique individuals, and I don't judge based on appearances."

As they continued to talk, Legosi realized that (Y/n) was more than just her appearance. She had a warm and friendly personality, and her chipmunk-like characteristics only added to her charm. They discovered common interests, like a love for nature and an appreciation for quirky humor.

Throughout the day, they spent time together during lunch and breaks, getting to know each other better. Legosi found himself drawn to (Y/n)'s kindness and resilience, and she felt comfortable enough to share stories about her life and experiences as a hybrid.

As they walked together through the halls, Legosi noticed that some students still stared or whispered behind their backs. However, he paid no mind to the judgmental glances and focused on the genuine connection he had found in (Y/n).

Their friendship continued to blossom, and as time went on, they became inseparable. They learned to navigate the challenges of their unique friendship, facing judgment and prejudice from others. But together, they stood strong, supporting each other through the ups and downs.

Legosi had found an extraordinary friend in (Y/n), and in turn, she had found someone who accepted her for who she was – claws, puffy tail, and sharp teeth included. Their bond was a testament to the power of acceptance and the beauty of embracing uniqueness in a world that often struggled to understand it.

•••

As club time rolled around, (Y/n) found herself excited to join the garden club. She had always loved plants and gardening, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to explore her passion further.

As she entered the meeting room, she noticed that Haru was the only member present. Haru looked up, her eyes widening in surprise at (Y/n)'s unique appearance. She couldn't help but be intrigued by the chipmunk-human hybrid standing before her.

"Hi, I'm Haru. You must be the new member," Haru greeted with a friendly smile, extending her hand.

(Y/n) shook Haru's hand with a warm smile. "Yes, I am. I'm (Y/n). Nice to meet you, Haru."

Haru couldn't help but glance at (Y/n)'s sharp claws and her big, puffy tail, her curiosity evident. "Your appearance is quite unique. I've never seen anyone like you before."

(Y/n) chuckled, accustomed to such reactions. "I get that a lot. I'm a chipmunk-human hybrid. It's not very common."

Haru nodded, genuinely fascinated by (Y/n)'s appearance. "It must be an interesting experience. Have you heard the rumors, though?"

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the mention of rumors. "What rumors?"

"If you hang out with me then you’ll eventually start to hear the rumors then. Probably shouldn’t though, most aren’t really good and it might place you in a weird position.” Haru explained.

(Y/n) shrugged nonchalantly, not letting the rumors bother her. "I don't pay much attention to rumors. I prefer to see things for myself and make my judgments based on what I experience."

Haru's eyes softened, and she smiled appreciatively at (Y/n)'s response. "That's a good attitude to have. People can be quick to judge without understanding."

"You seem like someone who sees beyond appearances too," (Y/n) observed, noticing Haru's accepting demeanor.

Blushing slightly, Haru nodded. "I try to be open-minded. Everyone has their own story and struggles. It's essential to be compassionate."

(Y/n) smiled warmly, feeling a connection with Haru. "I completely agree. It's nice to meet someone who understands."

As they spent time together during the garden club meeting, Haru and (Y/n) found themselves bonding over their shared love for gardening. Haru was thrilled to have a new member in the club, and (Y/n) felt at ease in Haru's company, appreciating her genuine curiosity and acceptance.

As the days passed, Haru and (Y/n) became inseparable friends, sharing not only their love for gardening but also their personal stories and dreams. Haru admired (Y/n)'s confidence and self-assurance, while (Y/n) appreciated Haru's compassion and understanding.

With Haru's guidance, (Y/n) learned more about gardening techniques and the unique plants in the school's garden. Together, they nurtured the plants with care and dedication, turning the garden into a beautiful haven for both students and nature alike.

As their friendship flourished, they demonstrated the power of looking beyond appearances and rumors. The two friends showed the rest of the school that understanding and compassion could bridge the gaps between different backgrounds and experiences.

In the quiet tranquility of the garden, Haru and (Y/n) found solace and strength in each other's company. They discovered that true friendships could blossom in the unlikeliest of circumstances, proving that acceptance and empathy were the seeds that could grow into the most beautiful relationships.

•••

“Hey,” legosi called out walking into the garden house. “Um I’m here to pick up some roses for the theater club.”

“Oh yeah, hey (y/n). Could you go fetch those roses for me?” Haru asks.

“Yeah sure!”

As (Y/n) hurried back into another part of garden house she was surprised to hear the a door slam shut not that long after. Concerned, she rushed to see what had happened, only to find Haru standing in her undergarments, holding a towel to cover herself.

"Oops, guess I read the situation wrong," Haru said, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

(Y/n) couldn't help but feel shocked and uncomfortable at the sight. She quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to intrude on Haru's privacy. "I'm so sorry, Haru. I didn't mean to walk in on you like that."

Haru smiled, trying to play off the awkward moment. "No worries, (Y/n). It was just a little misunderstanding. I should've been more careful."

(Y/n) nodded, trying to keep her composure. "Yeah, it happens to everyone. Don't worry about it."

She wanted to make sure Haru knew that she didn't harbor any ill feelings about the incident. However, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She had been starting to develop a crush on Legosi, and the sight of Haru in her undergarments brought up feelings of jealousy and discomfort she wasn't prepared for.

“He’s outside the door incase you were looking for him,” Haru says.

Trying to shake off those feelings, (Y/n) turned her attention to the door and exits out of it as quickly as she could, there she finds Legosi, who was nervously fidgeting but also patiently waiting for the roses. She handed them to him with a smile, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

"Here you go, Legosi. I hope these are perfect for the theater club," she said, keeping her voice steady.

Legosi oblivious to the awkward moment that had just occurred thanks her. “Thanks, (Y/n). These are great. I really appreciate your help."

As he thanked her, (Y/n) noticed her heart fluttering at his words. She had admired Legosi from afar for a while now, and getting to interact with him more intimately only made her crush grow stronger.

After the incident, (Y/n) tried to focus on helping haru tend to the other flowers whiles trying to put the awkward moment with Haru behind her. She didn't want her feelings of jealousy and discomfort to affect her friendship with Haru or her interactions with Legosi.

Throughout the rest of the day, (Y/n) kept her feelings to herself, not wanting to burden anyone with her emotions. She continued to be her cheerful and helpful self, assisting Haru in the garden club. Not wanting the small female rabbit to discover the hatred that was slowly brewing up.

As the day came to an end, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel conflicted. Her crush on Legosi and Haru obviously shared a moment together, and she knew that she had feelings for the tall grey wolf but she didn't want it to come between her friendship with Haru. She knew that she had to navigate her feelings carefully and find a way to maintain a balance between her emotions and her friendships. But at the same time she wanted to follow her mothers advice, what advise may that be.

If you want something, take it!

In the days that followed, (Y/n) continued to spend time with both Legosi and Haru inside and outside of the garden club and his theater club. She tried her best to cherish their now developing relationship and support them while keeping her feelings in check.

•••

After weeks of having kept her feelings in check (y/n) couldn’t handle it much longer. She had seen the two holding hands by the fountain at school and even walking the hallways together.

For once, she didn’t want to be the nice (y/n) everyone knew and loved, she wanted to be the selfish version of herself, the version her mother raised.

‘When I was your age and I was interested in your father you probably didn’t know this but he was with another chipmunk at the time, I refused to be pushed aside like I was some piece of trash. I mean look at me darling, me being the last human on earth at the time was something no one could uphold even the most rarest and almost extinct animals held no toppings to me. I wanted your father and I knew I had to have him. So that’s exactly what I did. I stole him right from under that bitch nose and still till this day neither one of them knows how they ended things only that I was there for your father in his darkest hour’

Yup she could hear her mother now, “Take what’s yours and have no regrets.”

‘Yeah moms right, legosi is mine. I deserve him, not haru.’ (Y/n) thinks pouting to herself as she looked in the mirror. She still lived at home with her parents having not wanting to stay on campus upon finding out the murder that took place there and seeing as how her family lived close to the high school she felt it was a win win situation.

•••

As (Y/n) arrived at school, she noticed Haru chatting with another male animal near the entrance. Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to snap a quick picture of the two.

Now having the photo in her phone (y/n) quickly checked the photography room for any signs of life, finding it deserted she quickly plugs in her phone logging into the schools Wi-Fi and prints out the picture. Making quick work once the picture was printed out she erased all her data from the computer and logged out, walking down the nearly empty hallways she looks at each number before coming to a stop in front of locker 102.

She drops the photo into the locker making sure no one sees her before he walks off with a slight skip in her step. Oh her plans were coming almost swimmingly.

Later that day, as (Y/n) was going about her day, she received a message from an unknown number on her phone. And it seems just about everyone in the hallways did too because when she opened it, she saw the picture she had taken of Haru and the male animal, along with a message.

"Get a load of this, poor Legosi doesn't even know his little playboy bunny is running laps over his heart."

(Y/n) felt a pang of accomplishment as she realized that the person who she dropped the photo into their locker had uploaded it to everyone’s phone.

Haru's heart pounded as she spotted Legosi down the hallway. She mustered up her courage and walked towards him, determined to set things right. As she neared him, she could see the hurt and doubt in his eyes.

"Legosi," Haru said, her voice laced with urgency. "I did nothing wrong. You have to believe me."

Legosi remained silent, his eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. Haru could almost hear the rumors swirling around them, poisoning the air. She understood that their reputation was at stake, and everything seemed to be crumbling beneath their feet. But she knew that they could fight back against this injustice by standing together.

However, rather than responding, Legosi turned abruptly and rushed away, leaving Haru standing there with a heart heavy with sadness and uncertainty. She desperately wanted to reach out to him, to explain her side of the story and erase the doubt from his mind.

Determined not to let rumors dictate their fate, Haru's mind began to race, contemplating her next step. She couldn't allow misunderstandings to tear them apart. As she pondered, a spark of defiance ignited within her.

•••

Having accomplished step one of her plan (y/n) set off to do more damage, at least before haru had a chance to make up with the wolf. Having found the wolf lingering by the fountain she approached him slowly.

“Hey legosi,” she called out softly gaining his attention.

“Oh…hey,” (y/n) could tell that the photo was really hitting him hard, his normal wagging tail was downwards and limp by his side and as much as it pained her to think of him feeling this way she knew he time to shine would come soon.

“Hey listen, I know you seen what we all seen but don’t let that stop you from being happy!”

“But… haru and that…”

“Listen legosi, I can’t exactly say if what you’re thinking is what we seen in that photo but you shouldn’t let her actions get you down in the dumps like this.”

“But me and her…I thought we had something.” Legosi says.

“It’s okay…I was like that once,” she looks off to the side. “Did you know before I came to this school I was actually with a frog. He was such a sweet guy or at least I thought he was, but after a few weeks he showed his true color.” Casting a downwards expression (y/n) could feel the glare from legosi unwavering stare, keeping up with her sad far away expression she begin to tell the wolf a tale.

Technically it was the tale of her fathers and his past girlfriend relationship but with a twist to fit the situation at hand. As the two talked legosi feeling upset and even somewhat guilty pulled (y/n) into a hug. His long arms wrapped over her frame like a warm blanket and her heart neatly stopped in her chest at the sudden embrace.

From a distance though watched a little white rabbit, one burning with jealously.

•••

As (Y/n) walked through the crowded hallways, she noticed Haru approaching her with a determined expression on her face. (Y/n) immediately sensed that something was bothering her friend. Before she could say anything, Haru confronted her about seeing her and Legosi hugging by the fountain.

"Hey, Haru, I can explain," (Y/n) began, her voice trembling with nerves. "It was just an innocent hug. Legosi and I are friends, and there's nothing more to it."

But Haru's frustration was evident, and she didn't seem to be listening. "I thought we were friends, (Y/n). How could you push yourself up all over him like that without considering my feelings? Or our relationship!”

“Serves her right,” whispered a female gazelle.

“That bitch deserves it then,” whispered another female, this time a panda.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," (Y/n) tried to explain, but Haru continued to express her feelings without giving the hybrid female a chance to respond.

"I thought I could trust you, but now I'm not so sure," Haru said, her voice tinged with sadness and jealousy.

On the outside (Y/n) looked torn between wanting to comfort her friend and trying to make her understand, whiles on the inside she was smirking at the scene. “Haru, I value our friendship more than anything. I never intended to hurt you or allow this to come between us."

Haru seemed momentarily taken aback by (Y/n)'s response, but her emotions were still overwhelming. "You have to understand how I feel. I just learnt my bestfriend was hugging up all on my boyfriend. I can't just brush this off like it's nothing."

"I do understand, Haru," (Y/n) replied, her voice steady despite her nervousness. "But you have to trust me when I say there's nothing romantic between Legosi and me. We're just friends, and I would never jeopardize our friendship."

As (Y/n) tried to reason with Haru, Legosi's friend, Jack, happened to pass by and noticed the tense situation. Sensing that something was wrong, he quickly took out his phone and texted Legosi about what he had witnessed.

Despite (Y/n)'s attempts to explain herself, Haru was still upset. "I should’ve known you were just another back stabbing bitch," she said slapping the hybrid female alongside her face, turning away from (Y/n) and walking down the hallway,

Just then, Legosi arrived, having received Jack's text. He noticed the worry on (Y/n)'s face and approached her with concern. "Is everything okay?"

(Y/n) sighed, her cool hand up against her slightly red cheek. "Haru saw us hugging, and she's really upset about it. I tried to explain, but she wouldn't listen."

Legosi nodded, understanding the situation. "Give her some time. I'm sure she'll come around once she calms down. You did nothing wrong….I did nothing wrong… look if anything we did nothing wrong, she was the first one who…”

“It’s okay legosi you don’t have to force yourself to say it.”

•••

As Haru walked through the bustling school hallways, she couldn't help but throw side remarks every time she spotted (y/n) passing by. "Oh, look who it is, the backstabbing bitch,” she muttered under her breath, clearly annoyed by (y/n)'s presence.

Meanwhile, (y/n) continued to play the part of the seemingly defenseless friend, trying to avoid any confrontation with Haru whiles on the inside she was laughing up a storm. But Legosi, who was by (y/n)'s side, couldn't stand to see (y/n) being treated this way. "You shouldn't be taking this treatment," he said firmly to Haru. "She has no right to treat you like this."

(Y/n) interjected, "I appreciate your concern, Legosi, but she just doesn't want to listen to my explanation. It's like she doesn't even want to hear the truth." (Y/n) knew that Haru was Legosi's girlfriend or at least she might’ve still been, which made the situation even more complicated.

She hasn’t seen the two around one another for the longest and half of the time outside of school her and legosi were still around each other so it was safe to say him and haru weren’t on speaking terms still.

Legosi's expression softened as he replied, "Not anymore...we broke up." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I don't want to see you hurt because of her actions. You deserve better."

Despite their break-up, Legosi's protective instinct remained intact. He knew that (y/n) deserved respect and understanding, especially from someone who used to be close to both of them. (Y/n) felt grateful for his support even though she knew she could handle herself.

As the days passed, Haru's side remarks continued, and (y/n) simply found herself ignoring the white rabbit especially now that she had legosi practically under her control, he walked her to classes and even sat with her at lunch.

It was safe to say they grew closer.

•••

Legosi's decision to break up with Haru was a turning point for both of them. They had to navigate their feelings and emotions while dealing with the aftermath of the breakup and the tension it brought between (y/n) and Haru. But through it all, Legosi remained a steadfast friend to (y/n), showing them that they were not alone in this difficult situation, maybe even more.

The stolen glances, the lingering touches, the blushing when around one another. If someone didn’t know any better they’d say the two of them had a crush on one another.

After spending countless hours together, Legosi couldn't keep his feelings hidden any longer. One day, as they were sitting in a quiet corner of the school garden, he mustered the courage to confess. "You know, (y/n), I've always somewhat liked you," he began, his voice tinged with nervousness. "But when Haru confessed to me, I felt so conflicted. I thought you might see me only as a friend, not someone you'd consider dating."

Before he could finish his train of thought, (y/n) cut him off gently with a soft smile, leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on his lips. "I've always liked you too, Legosi," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with sincerity. "I was slightly hurt when you went for Haru, but I understood your choice. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship."

Surprised and relieved by (y/n)'s response, Legosi's heart raced with joy. "You liked me too?" he asked, a mixture of happiness and disbelief in his voice.

"Yes, but I didn't want to come between you and Haru," (y/n) replied, her fingers gently interlocking with his. "I thought it was better to stay silent and support you from the sidelines."

Legosi felt a sense of regret wash over him, realizing that he might have missed out on a chance at happiness all this time. "I wish I had known," he said softly. "But now that I do, I won't make the same mistake twice."

From that moment on, their friendship blossomed into something more beautiful and meaningful. They spent even more time together, now openly acknowledging their feelings for each other. The weight of the unspoken emotions lifted, allowing them to explore their connection freely.

As they navigated their newfound romance, (y/n) and Legosi faced challenges and obstacles together, but their love for each other only grew stronger. They learned to communicate openly, understanding the importance of sharing their thoughts and feelings without fear of judgment.

Haru eventually became a distant memory, and (y/n) and Legosi's bond flourished into a deep and loving relationship. They were grateful for the journey that brought them together and knew that their love was worth the wait. Their shared experiences, honesty, and unwavering support for one another solidified their relationship, making it a love that would stand the test of time.

‘Guess mother was right, taking what I want does feel good’ she thought to herself.

[you-me-we-04]

My pitch for the community movie is that it is centered on a wedding, specifically Abed’s wedding. The catch is no one knows who he's marrying. Abed uses a Mr. Big style nickname, so the group has no clue who this person is. The whole movie could be about getting the gang back together for Abed’s wedding day. The two main plots are the gang trying to locate Troy so he can be Abed's best man and the gang trying to work out who Abed is marrying so they can do the whole shovel talk with them. This would be a great way to bring in a ton of fan-favorite characters without having to set it at Greendale since they’re all here for the wedding.

 Along with this, it could kinda push the whole Abed fucks thing, since the group could discover that back in Greendale Abed really got around a lot more than the thought (hell maybe throw in a joke that he and white Abed actually slept together). The group would then come to believe that Rachel is the person Abed is marrying and after falling to locate Troy and some type of fight happening due to the group trying to give Rachel the shovel talk (even if I don’t really like the trope of “Long term friends finding out that they never really understood/knew each other” could work really well here) 

The gang including Pierce’s Energon pod (shove a bow tie on that pod) comes together to make Abed’s wedding memorable and prove that they do value their friendship; Jeff and Britta try to see  who can throw Abed the best Bachelor party, Annie falling into the wedding planner role and fighting with the actual wedding planner, something happening with the baker so Shirley steps up to make the wedding cake stuff like that. 

As they are seated for the ceremony we find out that Rachel is the best man (maybe they made a successful sitcom together? and worked out they work better as friends) and of course, the other groom is Troy (and him hiding from the group was his way of bringing the group back together as his wedding gift to Abed was a reunion episode)  At the reception warp up any major storylines ie Jeff and Annie or Jeff and the Dean. Jeff gives a toast and makes the Jeff Winger Speech to end all Jeff Winger Speeches. It's a party and everyone is having a great time. 

Then cut to a quiet moment between Troy and Abed, Abed thanking Troy for this reunion episode even if he thinks it's more like a movie, (If you wanted to make it bittersweet you could do an whole speech about how Abed is okay with this potential being a one of reunion since that what makes it special and sometimes people ((tv shows)) are just the friends you need at that point in your life and you can have years of laughter and joy from those friends but even if you outgrow/end those friendship ((TV shows ending natural or being canceled)) it doesn’t ruined the time you had together and sometimes bring those friendship back can taint the original memories ((needlessly rebooting tv show past their prime)) it okay to miss those friends but it's impotent to move on, we can value those old friend while still making new and different friends,((find new shows with new ideas that we love, that doesn’t mean we like the other shows any less)) that just a part of life) 

 Abed gives Troy his gift, it's a film script Rachel and him are working on about a group of misfits who come together to save their community college from an all powerful evil and on it there is a note that says “write with us?” with Abed asking Troy to join them in writing it since the script needs heart and Troy has the biggest heart out of anyone he’s ever met. He agrees and we get a Troy cries/handshake/kiss moment. It ends with a group hugging and the cast dancing to Roxanne or the opening theme in a cute post-credit bit (in or out of character)

[seeyoumondaydevi]

I really wish they didn’t bring Paxton back as a swim coach in season 4, struggling to make friends in college would have been such a relatable plot because its something all most all of us go through. It certainly would have been a 100 times better arc and plot than what they actually did. He is the only character we saw in college so it would have been an interesting plot.  For the daxton scenes they should have just had them interact when he was visiting home for weekends or holidays because Mindy was not gonna give them a real shot anyway.  Lindsay and Paxton... Idk they put absolutely no effort in their relationship. Plus he’s freshly out of high school and graduated college. The whole relationship felt forced and rushed because they didn’t want to leave Paxton out without a love interest in the end. Next for daxton, I really wish they made it more heartbreaking.. committed to pining Paxton and a love confession from him to Devi or Rebecca/Trent and gone down the whole “love you enough to let you go” kinda plot. I love my angst okay. I really liked the handshake. Wish the dialogue that went with it wasn’t so superficial. I’ve been screaming that Daxtons final scene should be them shaking hands and Paxton should be the one who puts his hand out first this time WHICH HE DID. I had to pause and recover. Anywayss I’ve got my amazing daxton fic writers to cope.

[wetcatspellcaster]

Hi. So sorry if this is weird but.

Can I just say I’m so proud of you for going out of your comfort zone and writing an explicit sex scene?? An amazing sex scene I might add. So character driven. So packed with Meaning. So hot. It’s what they deserve. Also Rosalie’s use of a pet name did not go unnoticed and was even more touching than I thought it would be. This all feels like a part of a very satisfying resolution of all the Horrors they’ve been through.

Again so sorry if this is weird. And thank you 🖤

oh, it's not weird, anon! it feels a bit strange to receive a handshake for writing sex on the sex-writing website, when other people are doing it so much better than me, but it's not weird to send this to me... it's nice!

so, thank you! I was very nervous and sort-of out of my comfort zone lmao, but not for the reasons you think! while i definitely have Irrational Feelings about the flaws in my own writing and lack of smut being one of them, and also opinions on how my writing style doesn't really fit super well with that mode the way others' does, I mostly just felt nervous bc... it was sex, but it's not smut. I say at the beginning of the chapter, it's not smut! if it was smut, I'd have changed the rating to E! If it was smut, the orgasms would be better! I know that much, at least!!

I've answered your ask first bc you called it a sex scene, and that's exactly what it was intended as! It was a scene I decided I wanted to include lmao. I could've faded to black at any moment - in the first draft, it faded after Rosalie admitted to what she was into: it was designed to be a parallel when the Ascendent tries to cater to a praise kink in Chapter 7 and she immediately shoots it down, because she knows it's got nothing to do with making her feel good and everything to do with shaming her and putting her into a script.

but alongside writing this fic, I have had a lot of thoughts about the decision Larian made to fade to black in the Spawn!Ending and not in Ascendent. I completely get their logic, and I even like it as an artistic decision, but it does mean there's this weird equation between 'sexy -> evil', when in fact... you are allowed to desire your partner, and your vampire boyfriend. the more I thought about it, the more I realised that there is this weird dynamic in Pieces where Rosalie often represses the hell out of herself and then the plot makes that into a good decision. And basically... no. that's not right! She's incredibly lonely, and unhappy, and she's also not allowed to admit what she likes or what she wants or what she's into bc it's not a safe place in which to do that. That's all that's going on there! once the situation is right, she's allowed to want things!

So in the end I decided fade to black wasn't the right call. The things that happen in Chapter 26 all reference back to when Rosalie was consensually with the Ascendent, and anything that was non-consensual is quickly changed. Then the Second Chance got me, and it became awkward. I thought of all the ways an Ascendent smut scene would probably be incredibly fucking hot and near perfect but also feel um... not to pun... soulless, and so what ended up happening is that we got something that isn't well-choreographed and has these moments where both of them are haunted by what has come before, but it's selling point is that it feels genuine.

maybe I'll write actual smut one day, but this was honestly just a scene I felt the plot needed! and i'm really happy you enjoyed it and that it felt character driven and that you found it sexy. I found it sexy. it is what they deserve.

[instructionsnotincluded]

urgh i’m sure you’re sick of hearing about it but i have no friends who watch obx and idk where else to channel my feelings 😭 I AM SO UPSET. I genuinely can’t believe they’ve done this, i was lulled into a false sense of security by the announcement for season 5 because i thought surely Rudy would hang on for one final season. I was so convinced rafe would die after his goodbye to sophia that i was distracted from the real danger (sidebar i hated that they build up that relationship just to end it in one sentence over a phone call, i really had hope after rafe telling her it was okay).

I wish they’d brought it to a close this season so badly and just given them a happy ending. The worst part is i was genuinely enjoying part 2 for the most part even with the crazy plot lines. I was hopeful we’d get some real resolution following JJs crash out with him facing up to his issues and talking it out, particularly with Kiara.

The lack of Jiara was genuinely so jarring and obvious i assumed it was intentional and would come to some sort of head wherein JJ would acknowledge how distant he had been and there would be some kind of emotional breakthrough/makeup for the couple but NO. like they really gave us nothing like the handshake when they parted ways had me screaming WHAT WAS THAT.

the death was so so badly done like obviously we would never be happy with JJs death but there were so many better ways around it, having him actively die protecting the pogues not just randomly being stabbed while standing around, having him actually get to say goodbye to them?! POPE NEVER GETTING TO SAY I LOVE YOU BACK?? and like why was he buried in the sand in fucking morocco that literally broke my heart like alone and to be forgotten and never visited in the fucking desert?? Im so angry i’ve been so excited for this season for the longest time and had so much hope based off part 1, i really felt like they’d been listening to the fans and giving us what we wanted in terms of season 1 vibes and i was so hyped to rewatch it all once i finished yesterday, but now the entire thing feels so tainted??

he suffered so much for absolutely nothing and no reason whatsoever. i feel i can’t even rewatch the parts of pt2 that i enjoyed again because they’re so tainted by the jarring energy between rudy and maddison now that i know it’s not part of the plot. it’s so glaringly obvious that none of this was planned, even if there’s some truth in them initially wanting JJ killed off there’s no way they would’ve followed through with it after seeing how much of a fan favourite he became. like they really gave bro an entire arc of suffering with no resolution other than him saving sarah then just killed him??

i feel so upset today idek what to do with myself, i can no longer enjoy any of my jj content without feeling so heartbroken. at least if they’d just had him leave or given him some form of resolution before his death the whole series wouldn’t feel so tainted… sorry for this insanely long ramble i just needed to offload this somewhere. thank god for people like you working harder than these god damn writers to produce actual good plots 😭💗

Never be sorry! We're all upset! I haven't seen any post or response defending the season, like I do really think everyone hated the ending and hated the way it went down. I've seen a lot about just wishing it had gone down different, not that he didn't die, but that it was for an actual reason. Which is a complaint I have about a lot of actual books. I'm not upset someone died, I'm just upset that it always feels pointless and makes the story feel like it should never have happened.

I was also lulled into the false sense of security with season five. I thought for sure it was because Rudy wanted to leave and they decided to give it a proper ending and not doing anything drastic with his character. Oh how I was wrong. My hope is that Rafe and Sofia are able to work through things in season five, and that they can get to a better place, because I do think they really love each other, and I do think they still do. But I guess we'll see if they force Kiara and Rafe together or not...

You can very much tell that there is a lot of tension between JJ and Kiara because there's a lot of tension between the actors. It was not hidden well at all, they barely interact with one another and if you haven't watched Season three or the first part of season four, you would never know they were supposed to be in love. If anything, it looked like they hated each other.

JJ's entire death scene and the scenes following were just piss poor. Everything about it was bad, and I think it's because everyone knew that this was going to be bad. Everyone knew this would end the show. They're literally watching and filming the end of this series and these stories and they couldn't do anything to make it better. I think it feels and looks so bad, because they felt the same way we do about it.

I'm upset too, it's been a trash week and it feels like the one thing we were looking forward to made it so much worse. It's ok to be upset, and it's ok to not want to see or read anything to do with the Pogues right now. Totally understandable. I felt the same way right after, like do I want to take a break from Audrey and JJ for a while? But I decided that JJ's still alive as long as we write him, as long as we love him, and I think we all deserve that.

[neonmetro]

HIIII school is kicking my ass so I can't send as many asks as I want to also because I still haven't gotten a replacement phone and I just don't know how to put it into words without fangirling but LKHSBFJSJGBKV

That being said this might be more fangirling sorry 😔

Ilya and Ulysses have been clouding my mind like A LOT, also Virgil, like Virgil has been there for awhile but now that I'm having like 4 tests every week they are DEFINITELY there now. So uh *holds cup* If you have anything about the Divine comedy trio or Ilya I would like to know about that

ALSO BTW I AM ALWAYS DOWN FOR ULY CONTENT THATS A GIVEN LOOK AT MY ANON NAME wink wink*Gets booed off stage*

I would LOVEEEEE content and info about Azazel and Moloch also because I love them smm OFC IF NOT TO MUCH SPOILERS FOR PROJECT MARTYR. heh....heh heh heh....Azazel and Moloch being happy 4k ultra footage

I know I'm asking about so many of your OCs but I CANT HELP IT THEY ARE TAKING TURNS CROWDING MY MIND ATP *sighs really loudly*

I just love your blorbos so much *sheds a tear*

PROPER FANART IS ON THE WAY !!!! I HAVE MANY IDEAS

Also so off topic from Novaturient but I really just love your art and I love seeing it, keep doing what you are doing !!!! can you tell I'm trying to not turn this into a fangirling ask, ik Ulyanon does that a lot HFKSKFFFHJJFK

By any chance do you like the reverb ensemble. . .those are my bbys and I love them SM KSDJGSGNFDJTKT the Ruina brainrot has also been kicking my ass as of late

Pls have a great rest of your day / night Neon !!!!

-Ulysses loving anon

HII ULYANON!!! IT'S ALWAYS GOOD TO SEE YOUUU!!!! handshake on school kicking our asses... (me w/ the several worksheets/docs i need to finish lmao...)

i haven't really been thinking of new lore but i can elaborate more on the divine comedy trio

dante is fun fact. banned from the recreational district. for having absolutely desecrated the capital of the district by killing every aristocrat and hanging their corpses as decorations on christmas. vergil still remains on the position that dante shouldn't be banned because she no longer has the memories to do so but the recreational corpheads Heavily Disagree.

vergil's last name is maro ^_^

originally dante and vergil met when dante found vergil in the woods and nursed them back to health, she was originally training to be a nurse an decided to become a wandering healer for the war (and was eventually killed by ulysses the first time)

dante's power is "the self embodiment of human perfection"

HOWEVER!!!!!! ILYA DOES HAVE SOME NEW INFO !!!

they've got an obsession with magical girls and their ultimate goal is to make the best/strongest magical girl in the century and they're willing to do it through fucked up means (stressing them out/overworking them) because they're only trying to make them better. they were a former magical girl during the illium war but their chronic illnesses just made them unable to really get back into it so they just project onto others. they usually fixate on one person/group for awhile before dropping them because they aren't meeting their expectations :melting_face:

during the war, all the bogatyrs were specifically contracted magical girls (i mean all magical girls have contracts but i mean like. they were actually tied to a company instead of freelance mercenaries)

+ back then it was a whole political thing, where smaller companies (like arthur's roundtable, charlemagne's paladins, and the achaeans (before they plotted to destroy the founding)) would hunt as many vagabonds as they can to prove that their magical girls are the best so the founding should give em more support

uly has so much content you have no fucking idea. it went from bad. to worse.

his relationships are so ... complex and definitely toxic. (diomedes: onesided romantically but mutual platonically. dio likes uly a lot more than uly likes dio. circe: um. its definitely the worst out of all of these bc circe doesn't even like uly and has tortured him. and he tortures her back. kalypto: also very onesided but started out as mutual, penelope: ULY'S ENTIRE REASON FOR LIVING)

(i think i need to dedicate another post about uly he just has way too much, (oooo you should definitely ask me about uly on his own oooooo))

MOLOCH AND AZAZEL [BURSTS OUT CRYING] its been awhile since i've actually developed their relationship so here's just the intro to their dynamic...... they will get better... prommy... and then worse but let's not worry about that

RAGHGGHGGJ THANK YOU ULYANON!!! THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME [BURSTS INTO TEARS ONCE MORE] this is why i make art.... thank you....

i fucking love the reverb ensemble you have no idea. its so dire being an argalia fan bc no one is normal about his mental illness and freakiness (tbh my fav members are elena, pluto, and greta... but they're all great. their gay orchestra swag.) GOOD LUCK ON BEATING RUINA... I BELIEVE IN YOU

HONESTLY SHOUT OUT TO ULYANON FOR MAKING WRITE AN ENTIRE ESSAY W/ ONE ASK ALONE /LH HAVE A GREAT NIGHT/DAY TOO!!!!!!!!!!

[foomoosworld]

Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 6 - Cape Isn’t So Stupid Now, Is it?

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Din need to take on a particularly dangerous Imperial Bounty. Din has to enlist the help of Mig Mayfeld, who has had a run in with you on your previous planet and you two hate each other. Mayfeld appears to know things about your past you are keeping from Din which complicates the situation.

MINORS DNI - Actually, this chapter probably only has some fluff and lead up to smut in the next chapter. I wanted to put it all into one chapter but it would have been way too long. Sometimes you gotta push that plot forward so you can write more smut that doesn't confuse the crap out of people.

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The sun was violently beating down that morning on Tatooine which didn’t help your nervous and slightly angry disposition about having to come face to face with Mayfeld again; the man who tried to burn your house down, stole your ship parts, tried to kill you then left you behind on your deadly home planet you had been trying to escape since birth.  Sweat was dripping down your temples and you would occasionally grunt and wipe it with your sleeve in frustration.

“This planet is so hot.”  You complain to Din as the two of you stroll the short distance to the Canteena where you are to meet Mayfeld and Karga Greef , “It’s like my skin won’t stop leaking.  How are you handling this so well?  It must be like an oven under that armor.”  Din simply shrugged.  He had become accustomed to the discomfort that his armor can create and has done battle in far worse environments than Tatooine.

“Try not to think about it.” His advice rings half-heartedly.

“When you tell someone to ‘try not to think about it,’ they just think about it more.” You snap at him with a glare.

“Don’t be a brat.”  Din warns.

As you approach the cantina you see a man with a shaved head, red stubble dressed all in black tactical gear.

“Huh.  He’s a ginger.  I forgot that.”  You grump as the two of you approach. “At least he hates the sun more than I do.”  You sneered.  Din turned his helmet and looked sternly down at you and reiterated, 

“Don’t. Be. A. Brat. I mean it.”

You roll your eyes and sigh.

Mayfeld is leaning against the wall of the cantina as if he didn’t have a care in the world.  He shades his eyes with his hands to get a better look at the two of you as you approach, each foot fall of yours kicking up small clouds of dusty beige sand.

“Mando!” He greets Din with a smile and offers a firm handshake and a pat on his back.  He then turns to you glare at you, “I see your still keeping sketchy company.  You still stripping ships, you swamp rat?” Mayfeld taunts as he sneers at you.

“You still burning down houses?”  You snark.

“Stop it.” Din says calmly but sternly to both of you.  “We need to work together if this is going to succeed.  So whatever rocky past you two have is put behind you as of right now.”

“No problem over here…” Mayfeld shakes his head and raises his hands defensively.

“Fine.”  You grumble, giving in to Din’s order.

The three of you enter the dark cantina and the cool air relieves your skin.

“Thank, maker…”  Mayfeld says wiping the sweat off his brow.  “Us gingers tend to burn up in the sun.”

You snort a muffled laugh and try to hide a vindictive smile and stare straight forward, happy at the misery you predicted Mayfeld was in.  Din looks at you and nudges you angrily in the ribs with an elbow.  “Don’t.”  He warns again quietly and you struggle to stifle your smile.

The band is playing music that is oddly frantic and lively for the morning that every patron is nonchalantly ignoring as they practice grimacing.  Din sees Karga sitting at a table across the room with a droid standing next to him.  He waves you over happily and the three of you slide into chairs at his table, Mayfeld spinning one of the chairs backwards and straddling it.

“Yeah. That makes you look edgier.” You sarcastically snap under your breath and roll your eyes at Mayfeld

“Mando! It’s been a long time!” Karga exclaimed excitedly, “And you bring….” Karga examines your and Mayfeld’s faces, senses the tension between the two of you and is unsure, “Friends?”

“I hear you have a bounty for me.  I thought you were out of the business since becoming High Magistrate.”  Din cuts to the chase.

“I do.”  Karga looks uncomfortably at you and asks, “Why are you dressed so fancy?” looking at your blue summer dress.  You look at him completely emotionless and respond,

“I’m not properly socialized to your standard culture.” You robotically dispel.

“Okay…” Karga nods uncomfortably and decides to keep his conversation to the Mandalorian, “You keep interesting company, Mando.”

“Have I ever not gotten the job done?” Din challenges Kargas questioning of his team member choice.

Karga flicks his eyes from you to him then slowly slides the puck across the table.

“Its a Spice Runner that has been captured by Imperial Guard and is being held in one of their facilities on Hoth.” Karga explains.

“Hoth?” Din questions in surprise, “Why would anyone put a facility on such a frigid, barren planet?  And since when are you interested in Spice Runners if you’re out of the business?”  The pieces weren’t falling together and before Din accepted the bounty puck he wanted to ensure this wasn’t some kind of Imperial trap.

“The Spice runner had set up a factory on Navarro partnering with local pirates for security.  We’ve been trying to get them off our planet for some time but have proven to be a much trickier pest to exterminate than originally calculated.  Without a military or help from the Alliance we had no other choice than to strike up a deal with them when their boss was captured by Imperial Guard.  He’s been selling information to the Alliance on the side; specifically Imperial Facilitiy blue prints, giving the Alliance an upper hand.”  Karga explains.

“Why wouldn’t the Imps just kill him?”  Din querries.

“Because he was also selling information about the Alliance to the Imps.  So they’re trying to get information out of him before they kill him.”

“Playing both sides.”  Din realizes and nods slowly.

“The Imperial facility is on Hoth to dissuade anyone from going there. They tend to keep only high profile prisionera there and is one of the last places anyone would expect them to set up camp.  The Spice Runner’s wife has taken over operations on Nevarro and has offered a large bounty and to move their operations off of Nevarro if you get her husband, Talak Rand, back to her alive.”  Karga concludes.  Din nods thoughtfully then turns to Mayfeld and you to see what your reaction to the job is.  You shift your eyes back and forth between Din and Mayfeld.  You aren’t versed well enough in the politics of the universe as of yet to have a fully formed opinion on how dangerous this could be, but also know you needed the credits.

“Well - “ Mayfeld shrugged, “At least if we go to Hoth we can get out of the sun for awhile.”  He reaches over and grabs the puck.  With that the three of you stand up.

“We’ll find your Spice Runner.”  Din confirms, turns and all three of you walk out of the cantina.

Karga looks up at the droid next to him, “Where does he find these people, G5?”

The droid shifts anxiously.

“It’s probably best not to question such things.” It responds. Karga nods in agreement with a shake of his head and an arch of his brow as he takes a long swig of his blue milk.

………..

The three of you return to The Razor Crest and settle into the cockpit.  Din takes his seat in the pilots chair and Mayfeld flops down in the Copilot seat.  You stand over him with your arms crossed and clear your throat in annoyance.

Mayfeld glares up at you, “Oh… you learned how to fly a ship in the last year I saw you?”  He quips.  “I believe this is a copilot’s chair.”  You snarl your discontent then angrily huff down in the jump seat behind the two of them.  Din begins setting coordinates, pushing buttons and navigates the Razor Crest into space without getting involved between the uncomfortable banter between you and Mayfeld.  The Razor Crest jumps to hyperspace and once it’s flying smoothly Din stands from his seat.

“Take the controls, Mayfeld.  I need to go below deck to run diagnostics on the ships heating and life support systems before we get to Hoth”  Din instructs.  Mayfeld slowly turns his head and glares at you while responding to Din,

“No problem.”

He switches to the Captians seat and you shift and settle into the copilots seat.

“Play nice.” Din leans to your ear and quietly growls at you before he disappears into the back of the ship.

You cross your arms and flick your eyes to Mayfeld.  He swivels his head around to make sure Din is out of ear-shot.

“No tricky stuff or I let Mando know your little secret.” he warns as he reads the navigation charts on a small screen to his left.

“You don’t know anything about me.” You challenge him with a snarl.

“Oh, I did some digging after I left your little hell planet.  I know why your family was exiled from Mandalor and I know exactly what you are.  I doubt Mando will be as forgiving of this situation than I am.  So, best behavior unless you want to find yourself stranded on some shit hole rock on the Outer Rim again.”  He threatens.  Your heart jumps into your chest, suddenly realizing that Mayfeld is currently holding all the cards.

You angrily jolt up from your seat and storm off to find Din.

A cool green glow is reflecting off of his helmet from the console text on the screen in front of him in the dark hallway of the Razor Crest as he checks the screen in the wall against a hand held infopad in his hand.  He appears to not notice you approach from behind him but also doesn’t flinch when you rope your arms around his waste from behind and lean your head against his back.  He continues to check his numbers but embraces your hands that are woven around his waist with one of his.

His helmet tilts slightly back towards you. “I know, Meshla.  It’s not easy.”  He soothes you.

“Is it too early to go to bed together?”  Your whines are muffled as you smush your face into his back in frustration.

“Not now, Charika. There’s too much I need to prepare before we get to Hoth.”

You whine again and angrily slump away from Din.  He sighs, turns around and leans back against the console he was just fixing.

“If you can behave, I’ll have a surprise for you once we catch this bounty.”  He says.

“And if I don’t?” You challenge mischievously stepping into him and angling a smile up at his visor.

“You don’t want to know what I will do to you if you misbehave.”

You let out a small squeal and shake your fists excitedly in front of you.  You turn to go back to your makeshift bed in the cargo hull but let out a yelp as Din gives your ass an unexpected slap as you scurry away.  You turn and giggle at him then disappear to your bed.

Din sighs, turns and goes back to his diagnostics, smiling to himself under his helmet and shaking his head.

A few hours pass and Din finishes his diagnostic review of the ships life support and heating system.  When he is satisfied with the numbers he returns to the cockpit and takes the Captians Chair from Mayfeld.

“So, you met her on Sypar…” Mayfeld breaks the silence.  Din hesitates, unsure if he wants to unfold this conversation with him, then opts for transparency.

“Yes.” He states simply.

“What do you really know about that girl?” Mayfeld baits Din.  Din slightly turns his helmet towards him as he busies himself pushing buttons on the console in front of him.

“All I need to know.”  He grumbles, trying to shut the conversation down.

“Ever asked yourself why she didn’t grow up on Mandalor with her parents?”  Mayfeld lures him.

“It’s not my business.”  Din shuts him down.

Mayfeld shrugs and tries to explain, “I’m just sayin’... a weird feral girl abandoned on a deadly, uninhabited planet seems like a strange bed partner to take without looking into her history.”

Din stays silent to try to avoid the conversation, however, Mayfeld has a point. “What is your point?” He questions, his patience running thin.  Mayfeld leans across the copilots chair towards him and cautiously looks back to make sure you aren’t close by to hear his words.

“Do you know if she’s actually human?”

Din growls under his helmet.

“I have extensive experience.  She’s human.”  He shoots back at him.

“But do you?”  Mayfeld lays his bread crumbs. “There’s creatures out there that can look human, but aren’t.”

Din turns his head, at first in annoyance, but when he glimpses Mayfelds concerned expression he questions his stance.  He tries to push the thought to the back of his mind and looks back out the windscreen at the stars.

“You grow up on Mandalore?”  Mayfeld nods at him, questioningly.

“No. I grew up on Concordia.  A moon of Mandalore.  By the Children Of The Watch.”

“Ah,” Mayfeld leans back, “That explains it.”

“Explains what?”

“Why you don’t know all the history of Mandalore.  I mean, you didn’t even know there were Mandalorians that could remove their helmets until recently.  Ever think there may be something else that was a blind spot in your up-bringing?”

“Say what you mean or be quiet.”  Din roughly orders.

“Maybe take your new arm candy to Bo Katan and ask what she thinks of her.”

Din turns his helmet to Mayfeld.  He knows the expressionless mask will look like a threat of violence if Mayfeld doesn’t shut up, but underneath, his eyes were wide and face was worried.  Why did Mayfeld appear to know more about you than he did?   It took Din everything he could muster to not physically shake off Mayfeld’s words and give his emotional manipulation the upper hand.  Luckily, he was saved by the bell as a beeping commenced signaling they were approaching Hoth.

The cockpit door slides open and you step in, fully clad in leather armor and winter clothes.  Your short waist high cape flowed behind you as you stared at Hoth getting larger by the second as The Razor Crest approached.

“Here we go.”  You nervously exhaled.

“Nice cape.” Mayfeld quipped sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Mayfeld.” you said without tearing your eyes off of the approaching planet.

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The Razor Crest swooped down to the glacial ground of Hoth and planted its landing gear with a thud that stirred up clouds of dry snow that spread like mist. Din was the first to exit the hull ramp and survey the frozen tundra.  Mayfeld followed shortly behind him.  Lastly, you stepped out into the frozen winter air and said,

“NOPE.” and immediately turned around to go back into the ship.  However, Din caught the crook of your elbow without even looking and pulled you next to him.  Din pushed some buttons on his helmet and scanned the horizon until he found the small Imperial building.

“It’s smaller than I thought it would be.”  He said.

“Yeah,” Mayfield said, “Don’t let that fool you.  The building is small but I can guarantee you there are numerous troopers stationed.  If anything, be scared that they feel they only had to build a small structure to have their prisoners secured. It means they’re ready for us.”

“We can’t use speeder bikes.”  You state, “They’ll hear them and see them against the snow immediately.  That means we’re walking.”

“Oh… good….’ Mayfield starts with his words already dripping with sarcasm, “More time to spend with you.”  He glares at you then  starts to walk down the ramp.  You and Din share a knowing look and take Mayfeld’s lead and follow behind him into the wild frozen wasteland.

The three of you lower your heads and force your way through the open glacial land.  The wind lashes your bodies like a burning whip with every icy blow.  Even Din was shivering in his armor when you traversed the last giant snow drift and looked down across an open glacier field that  was spotted with only the imperial building.

“This has got to be a trap.”  Din states, noting how quiet it is.

“Only one way to find out.”  Mayfeld says climbing over the snow dune and clumsily sliding his way down to the glacier.  The three of you walk without incident to the middle of the glacier field, heads on a swivel, awaiting blaster fire.

Then it happened.  A storm trooper on a Taun Taun crested one of the snow drifts, took aim and shot at you.

Din immediately pulled his blaster, shot back and sent him flailing off the Taun Taun that scurried off.  With that action, suddenly hundreds of Storm Troopers appeared on the horizon in every direction.  You had been boxed in.

Blasters fired from every angle.  Mayfeld dove behind a glacial crevasse that had upheaved itself from the ground but you and Din were left vulnerable with no where to hide.  Din took numerous blaster hits to his Beskar, grunting and shouting as he was inundated from taking fire.  He fell back to the ground.  You crouched down then leapt into an animalistic sprint towards the line of Storm Troopers.  Fire seared immediately into your body and flung you back, skidding next to Din in the snow.  You trembled as you heaved your wounded body up.  Din grasped you around your waist and dragged you back behind the upheaved glacial crevasse that Mayfeld had taken shelter behind.  The Storm Troopers were closing in, blaster fire becoming every molecule of the air.

You weakly reached up and flung Din’s cape over his head then grabbed Mayfeld in a headlock and flung him face down into the snow, your cape over his head while crouching with him in the fetal position in the ground.

A deafening pause ensued, A white light flashed throughout the field, emerging from your body, shaking the atmosphere and sending a ripple through the snow that flung the line of Storm Troopers off their feet.

There was complete silence among the glacial field.  Din slowly raised to his knees, emerging from under his cape.  Mayfeld also slowly rose up.  They both look around, confused to see the few concious Storm Troopers that are now regaining their footing appear to be blindly grasping at nothing.

“What was that?”  Din questioned, astonished.  He looks at Mayfeld who is crouched over you, unconscious in the snow.

Mayfeld looks up at Din with a terrified expression,

“She blinded them.”

Mayfeld reaches down gently and raises your face to look at him.  You weakly say,

“Cape isn’t so stupid now, is it?”

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[imamess1307]

Ooh, Better Than Me?

Chris Knight x Tutor Reader (Afab)

Summary: Chris, during his senior burnout, has found himself struggling with English classes. so you get assigned to be his tutor to help him pass exams. Chris soon realized you have a higher IQ than him, and it makes him very perplexed to the idea of someone being smarter than him.

Warnings: obsessed Chris, smart reader, touchy Chris, use of Y/N, smut at end, dirty jokes, probably penis jokes, smut with plot, infatuation, slight rivalry, nonchalant reader, Kent. Sorry if forgot anything

First fanfic. (Please be nice I’m autistic and sensitive) (I also have a tendency to take people’s knee caps if they’re mean)

I started my day normally like I usually do. I walk out of my house and start biking over to Pacific Tech. I see the most stereotypical people walking around. Most with books and others with inventions they have made.

Usually I don’t have any classes today but under recent circumstances my English teacher wanted to see me. I knew you weren’t in trouble or failing because I actually liked her class. One could say that one of my beige flags is that if I don’t like it, I don’t care. Truth be told, people were right about the senior burn out theory.

I used to be eager and so ready to take in any knowledge I could, but now I just don’t care unless it’s something that truly interests me. Which recently has been English and Chemistry. I was awfully good at those topics naturally and it has surprised my teachers on multiple occasions.

The sun shines through my hair as I walked around the campus to get to my English class. I stroll along happily until a guy with crazy blonde hair bumped into me while running.

“Sorry! I’ll buy you a car! I don’t have it right now but I promise!” The blonde yelled as he ran down the corridor. My brows furrow in confusion but I continue to walk to my English class.

I arrive at my English Class and I quietly walk in. I see my teacher, Ms. Jen, sitting at the desk in the front of the room and I walk down the aisles to get to her desk. The middle aged woman, who was in her mid 30s at most, smiled as she saw me and she greets me with a soft handshake.

“Hello Y/N. I’m glad to see you could make it,” she said with a kind smile on her face. I softly smile back at her and sit down as she motions for me to do. “I had nothing going on so I decided to stop by,” I said. “I’m glad you could. I wanted to talk to you about something important.” I look at her curiously and she opens her mouth to continue.

“There is a student who needs some help and you have almost perfect scores in my class, so I was wondering if you could tutor him.” I looked at her slightly shocked and then nod my head before opening my mouth to speak. “Yeah… I could do that” Ms. Jen smiled kindly and immediately took my hand into hers gently. “Thank you. You’re a very kind soul.” I smile at her words and pull out a pen before writing my contact on a small piece of paper.

“You can give him my contact and I’ll start tutoring him” I smile slightly and she nods her head in acknowledgment. “Thank you once again.” She smiled up at me as I stood from the seat. “Of course”

After we bid goodbyes I start walking out of the campus and back to my bike. I slowly bike home not being in a rush and when I get home I put my back pack in the hook by the door and start walking up the stairs to my bedroom.

I immediately flip into my bed and sigh happily just feeling joy from being at home. I groan as I hear the phone go off beside my bed and I pick it up.

“Hello?” I ask blankly. “Hi is this my new tutor?” The guys voice is cheerful and almost sultry like. “Uh… yeah it is.”

“Great. So when can we start? Just asking because I need to start passing as soon as I can” I smile over the phone as his voice sounds funny and humorous. “We can start tonight. I live in the white house on Ivy Blvd.” my voice is blank and quiet as I talk. “Alright what time?” He ask with a more normal tone. “Anytime is fine. My dad doesn’t get home till 6 so whenever is fine.” I smile slightly and I can here him start to shuffle around over the phone. “On the way.” I hear the sound of him hanging up and my eyes start to widen softly as I get out of my bed and start to tidy up my room and making sure there are no straggling articles of clothing like bras randomly stranded around.

I head down the stairs and smooth out my grey sweater before sitting on the couch with a magazine. I smooth out my hair and hum to myself as I read the magazine and kick my feet up on the couch. After a good bit I hear my doorbell ring and I get up to go answer it. I smooth my hair and sweater before opening the door with a blank expression.

I open the door and see the blonde guy that ran into me earlier. I raise my eyebrow and the open my door for him to come in. “You’re my tutor right?” He asks with a crazy smile. “Mhm. Let me get my bag and we can go upstairs.” I grab my back and start walking up the stairs with Chris behind me.

“You have a nice house,” he said while looking around and smoothing his hair a bit. “Thanks” I open my door and allow him to go inside. I grab a few pens and a couple of highlighters from my desk and sit on my bed. Taking in his personality, this is going to be a crazy few weeks before finals.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

To Make a Heaven of Hell (3/?)

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Virgil meets (almost) everyone and learns a bit about the usual goings on at the Hellp Desk.

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Chapter warnings: None I can think of

Notes:

I don't actually have a plan as for where this story is supposed to go, lol. Just a few plot points. we're trying our best with what we have right now, though I'm currently attempting to focus a little more on my Big Bang fic.

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"Yeah, sure, go ahead" Virgil answered, glancing around again, feeling a little more confident now. How was everyone he'd met so far so nice? Would they all be like that, once Lily introduced him?

"Awesome, so as you look around," Lily said, gesturing behind her, first to a pair of demons who seemed to be bickering over what looked like… a packet of girl scout cookies? "That's Bel - Beleth - and Greg, Bel is the tall one with wings, Greg is the red one." 

Virgil nodded as he took them in, they were both very tall, but the one with wings - Bel - turned to look over when Lily spoke.

"Hey Lils, what's going on? I heard my name?" Bel said, Lily chucked. 

"We've got a new kid," Lily answered, Bel's face seemed to light up as he glanced around and Virgil wasn't sure he'd ever be able to picture such a terrifyingly built demon looking so excited.

"Who? Can I meet them?" 

"Hi," Virgil said, waving his fingers, "I think that's me. Have I- been adopted?" 

"You sure have, darlin'" Judy said with a smile, "Don't worry, they do this with everyone." 

"Oh… well okay, but you’ll be dealing with- me, I guess, I’ve been told i’m a handful," Virgil said. He found already liked the idea of this much better than going back to that door as Bel laughed.

"Great," Bel said, smiling, "I know Lily already introduced me, but I'm Bel, Lily's husband, general of eighty-five legions." 

He proudly extended an extremely large hand for a handshake, just like Lily had. 

"I’m Virgil," Virgil nodded after shaking his hand, man, he was strong, "Uh, single - I think - and General of emo makeup, stupid Tumblr posts at 3am and way too much coffee." 

Bel barked out a laugh, “You’ll fit right in here, don’t even worry.”

"Okay, continuing the introductions, over there - in the shark onesie - is Sharkie, she/they pronouns for them,” Lily said, pointing to a short person who was, in fact, wearing a shark onesie. They were currently talking to another soul - who seemed unreasonably angry about the decor of the lobby, of all things, though when she was mentioned they looked over and offered an energetic wave, which Virgil returned with a little less enthusiasm.

“Over there at the back are Ruggy - trainee t-shirt - and Angel, the pink one, they’re girlfriends,” Lily said, pointing to a pair who stood close together behind the desk, the pink-skinned demon - Angel, Virgil thought that was a pretty ironic name, right? - nudged the woman she stood next to before shooting a beaming smile his way.

“Hii!” Angel called, “You a newbie?”

“Uh- yeah, I guess?” Virgil said, looking her over, “I like your hair, it’s cool.”

“Thank you! I like yours! We’re ombre buddies!” She gasped, her voice was bubbly and excitable and Virgil found themself smiling just from proximity, “He’s a cutie, Rugs, we’re keeping him.”

“I think Lily’s already got dibs,” Ruggy laughed, Angel pouted, “hey! It’s nice to meet you!”

“Who else… Dante’s at school, Penny’s spending the day in her paradise, you’ve already met Judy - the twins, where are the twins? Angel?” Lily called, “Do you know where the twins are?”

“Oh!” Angel said, “Remus was here a bit ago, xe said they had ‘something to discuss’ with Cthulu - I think you know what that means - and I think Roman’s helping to direct the play the high schoolers are putting on at The Theatre in a few weeks today! I doubt either of them will be back soon, though.”

“Darn, well it’s just us for now then,” Lily shrugged, “In that case, how’d you like a bit of orientation as to how things work down here, Virgil?”

“Okay - but uh-”

“Hey! You!” Someone yelled from behind him, Virgil turned arond with a start, eyes wide, to be faced with a soul who was more red in the face with anger than Virgil had ever seen - and he’d seen a lot of people angry.

“Me?” Virgil practically squeaked.

“Yeah, you,” He said, “You work here?”

“Not yet-” Virgil said, taking a deep breath and standing up to his full height - taller than this guy - he’d dealt with his fair share of angry people in his life, this was nothing, “But uh- I will be, I think?”

He glanced back at Lily, who was watching him with a worried expression.

“Hey! You’re talking to me,” The man snapped, clicking his fingers right next to Virgil’s ear. 

“Hey dude, I don’t even work here,” Virgil told him, “Yet, I literally just got here-”

“I don’t care! There's been a mistake, clearly, because I’m here.”

“Okay, but-” Virgil started, before being interrupted again.

“I already told you I don’t care about you, I just need help.”

“Excuse me sir would you kindly stop bothering my new kid and talk to someone who is, you know, actually sitting behind and working at the desk,” Lily said, when Virgil looked back, she was twirling a knife around her fingers with a smile that - at face value - was a classic customer service smile, though Virgil thought they could pick out something a little more menacing behind it, “Now your options are to fuck off down to your level like a good boy, or, oh look! we just got the cheesegrater setting working on the trapdoor again! if you’d prefer to experience that instead!”

The man finally stopped talking for a second, though he seemed geared up to protest, before they heard a woosh and looked to the side, where the shark-person was now crouched on the desk, holding what looked like a real lightsaber, with an outright unhinged grin on their face that had Virgil doing a double take.

“Y’know uh-” The man said, looking between Sharkie and Lily with more fear than anger on his face now, “You uh- the stairs were which way again?”

“Good choice,” Lily said, tone stone cold as she placed the knife on the desk, “Stairs are that way, they’re labled.”

“...Woah,” Virgil said, as soon as the guy was out of earshot. Sharkie slumped.

“Damnit,” She said, “I really wanted to use the lightsaber today.”

“I’m sure you’ll get another chance later, Sharkie,” Lily waved them off, before turning back to him, “Are you okay? I didn’t expect him to go after you like that.”

“Oh yeah,” Virgil said, waving his hands, “I’m fine, that was - I’m used to stuff like that,  I’m uh… more surprised that you guys stuck up for me…”

“‘Course we did, newbie,” Sharkie said, punching his arm as they hopped off of the desk, “You’re part of the team now right?”

Virgil nodded slowly, “I think so…”

“Yes, you are,” They said with a nod, “And that means we got your back, kay?”

“...okay,” Virgil said.

“Hey Sharkie,” Lily said, “We’ve got another soul incoming, you think you can show Virgil around the break room?”

“Sure mum!” Sharkie said, grinning, “C’mon, emo boy!”

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“Okay so this is the water cooler,” Sharkie said, “Ignore that noise, this is cool, right, because it has a ‘water to wine’ filter, so you can get wine from it if you want!”

Virgil’s attention was brought back to Sharkie as they demonstrated said feature, and he tried to ignore the screaming he could hear from beyond the door. 

“Is that uh, normal?” Virgil asked quietly, gesturing with his themb back towards the Hellp Desk.

“Oh yeah,” Sharkie nodded, “We get at one that needs a smackdown at least once a week, it’s cathartic!”

Virgil nodded slowly, grimacing as he thought about it, “They are… actually bad people, right?”

“Well duh, this is hell,” Sharkie said, making a face, “Like, yeah there's the ones that are just here for therapy, but they’re not the shitty ones, and we don’t beat up the shitty ones.”

Humming in acknowledgement, Virgil felt himself relax a little, knowing that the people he’d just met weren’t… secretly just like everyone else he’d known in life.

“The guy getting torn to shreds out there is like, irredeemably shitty, I promise,” Sharkie said, clearly noting Virgil’s wariness around the solutions, “Like one of those dick billionaires or something.”

“We get to beat up dick billionaires down here?” Virgil gasped, snapped out of his worries, “Can I punch Elon?”

Sharkie snortied, “That’s the spirit! He’s not down here yet, but I’ll save ‘em for you!”

“Thanks, Sharkie,” Virgil said, allowing a smile to creep onto his face as they grinned.

“Okay okay, back to the tour, over here we have the sorta kitchen area, people leave snacks in here sometimes, if it’s not labelled it’s free game,” They told him, gesturing around the space, “Lily always keeps snacks in her desk too so if you need some just lemme know.”

“Won’t she get mad?” Virgil asked, glancing back at the door. They really didn’t want to get onto Lily’s bad side. 

“Nah,” Sharkie waved a hand, “Not really, and I’ll cover for ya.”

“...If you say so,” Virgil said, smiling as Sharkie bounced around the space, explaining the excuses wall and the chuckleheads' wall of shame…

“So yeah, this is where we put the last soul who got laughed at by God.” Sharkie explained, gesturing to the picture currently plastered to the board - she looked like your typical Walmart Karen, “Oh, I think the screaming’s stopped, c’mon, lets go back out and Lily’ll show you how the desk works!”

Smiling fully now, Virgil followed Sharkie out of the breakroom and back into the lobby. 

He might have woken up that morning in the mortal world, dreading the day ahead… But it sure had turned out to be an interesting day indeed. 

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“Hello this is the Hellp desk, baring in mind I just got here and don’t know what I’m doing, how can I help… you?”

“Hey! You’re the new kid, right? Angel sent a text that I didn’t read-” Said the demon standing at the desk, whom Virgil was now staring at, slightly terrified.

“I’m so sorry sir- ma’am?” Virgil asked, face immediately going red, “I didn’t realise you weren’t-”

“Any terms are fine,” They said, “Any pronouns too, so, it’s cool, I’m Remus, nice to meet ya!”

Virgil hesitated to shake the demon’s hand, in part due to the fact that he was soaking wet and dripping water all over the floor and the desk, another part due to the fact that he stank of seafood. Eventually, he shook zer hand, very quickly, before pulling away and finding that it wasn’t water dripping from her hand, but some kind of slime. 

“Don’t mind the gunk,” Remus waved them off when they opened their mouth, “I was just with Cthulu, kinda part of the deal, anyways, newbie, where is everyone? They leave you here by yourself?”

“No, no,” Virgil shook his head, “Lily, Bel and Judy went to the breakroom for a minute, something about a pie, um, Greg? I think. Said something about Level 9, and the um, the girlfriends? I don’t- names- they went off somewhere, I think I heard coffee? And I don’t know where Sharkie is.”

“Probably raiding someone’s snack drawer,” Remus waved him off, “Have ya met my brother yet?”

“I uh… don’t… think so?” Virgil said, narrowing his eyes, “Wait- are you one of the twins? I think the pink girlfriend mentioned a Remus…”

“Yup! That’s me! My bro’s Roman,” Remus nodded, “And if ya can’t remember then you haven’t met him trust me, you wouldn’t forget that guy, he makes it impossible.”

“Remus!” Someone yelled, “Get your sea gunk off my desk!”

“Oopsie!” Remus said, giggling as Lily strode over, “Gotta go! See you round, newbie!”

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General tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @reptilianrapscallion420 @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

Hell's Belles AU tags: @awitchbravestheverge @twoalpacas @goldnskyart @anxious-mess19 @doteddestroyer

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[zhnnveuxpasdrmir]

I really should have gone to sleep, but, I regret to inform you, the Fallout show is really fucking good. Ironic as hell to have it on the Vault Tec channel.

There are callouts and references from New Vegas and the Commonwealth. There's not exactly easter eggs, they're the bedrock of the plot. Fallout logic applies. Every conceit that has to explain why the nonsense of Fallout exists is an integral part of the story flow in the show. Better done than in FO4, tbh!

Familiarity with the games will for sure give you lots of background information on who's who and what they're doing. That was cool I thought. I couldn't help but wonder if any of the artists got any kind of remuneration at all for having their work copied down to the millimeter. They said that Bethesda was "in the room" on art direction and stuff but I don't know what that means, really. I stopped thinking of any of those companies as anything but little Vault Tecs themselves years ago.

On reddit people's complaints are all highly logical - fucking triflers. This is Fallout. "Why didn't they XYZ? How did the dwellers know about ABC?" if it made a whole bunch of sense it wouldn't be a Todd Howard story. But yeah visually thematically and textually it is Fallout, to a T. I'm actually annoyed at how fucking entertained I was. Todd Howard will be insufferable forever after this, and assume all his ideas are good. Psh.

random spoilery theories and observations:

That first ep was frustrating in that my Vault dwellers would've eaten those bullshit raiders up in seconds. Scars? Tattoos???? oh no no. Instant chunks. My vault is no-nonsense. If any of them had made it past that first security checkpoint, it would've just been to get gaussed into several pieces by Ethel or mowed down by Big Dave's minigun. Anyway.

I also kept wishing someone would scrap. Not fight: pick stuff up. It just kept occurring to me because everything was so exactly game-perfect in appearance. That's 2 Steel and an Adhesive, Lucy! cmon grab it for your backpack! Get that machete!!! free machete! 1 Copper in every bulb on that crate, move it into a safe container! until nobody turns red in your reticle! Get with it!

When Lucy talks Maximus into their alliance and they do the warrior's handshake, the Battle Hymn of the Republic played loud in the score out of nowhere, never to return in season 1. Is Max going to found the Minutemen? I don't really know the timeline well enough to know how that fits together - but it sure was emphatic.

The Ghoul is a crit banker! Ha! Lucy seems to have Chem Resistant, Maximus is climbing the Power Armor tree… nice. LOVED how other-Dogmeat used the right tactics on the Gulper, they have that same weakness in Far Harbor, sensitive lil arms, tag'em for instant stagger.

I was glad they held back on directly showing Deathclaws yet, but set up the promise of them for the future, giving exposition for those who didn't bother to read terminal entries on their playthroughs.

I was thinking that the Vault 31 mystery was going to reveal synths, but it went more to the plot lines that you find in the environmental storytelling - Vault Tec's nefarious technocratic scheme that you piece together from terminal entries on side quests. Interesting. Is the Enclave a BOS thing? I never played a fash character & I can't take orders so I don't know that quest tree too well.

I loved that all the armor pieces were game standards, made it super easy to figure out who was who in battle scenes. I would definitely be a Leather Right Shoulder guy. Some like the Sack Hood with Hoses / Metal Chest Piece thing; I get that. It works. Personally I would not go with the red eye shadow because everyone would assume I was a cannibal but you do you.

New Vegas is up next! There's no way this doesn't get its three seasons at least.

[thestobingirlie]

Tbh at times it feels like the st characters are mostly friends when the plot is like 'yep it's end of the world' so they're friends for like week and then separate except for some members of the"younger group" but i wouldn't say the olders (Steve except for Robin they work in the same place.. etc are actual friends that hang out regularly) and even in the beginning of S4 when Dustin calls Steve it seems like they sort of hung out only sometimes bc Dustin spent most of the time with the boys or Eddie🤔 like tbh i don't buy some of these friendships and it's worse when some of these friendships aren't explored enough because we get into the action. (That's the time where i kinda miss the formula of shows with more eps, where we see the friendships/dynamics some awkward dance events) [even crossovers] i like st but i am not that attached since we're seeing the characters once after a long time of waiting for like 9 eps. 🤷🏼‍♀️ And even shipping is more complicated because some couples are just thrown together? Because reasons.. but it would be better seeing them liking each other and stuff.

the characters that are friends outside of end of the world shit are (in canon): the party, steve and robin, and steve and dustin (i get what you said about s4, but we do see dustin immediately call steve to join them at hellfire, so they clearly talk, and i refuse to believe that they had a whole elaborate handshake and then 8 months later aren’t friends). obviously you’ve then got the characters that are family or dating (but imo j/ncy is kinda rocky, and don’t seem to get on outside of upside down related events)

stranger things is a plot heavy show, rather than character, which is why consistency can be a bit rough and dynamics seem underused or developed. and yeah, sometimes it can be hard to get attached to characters because of how short seasons are.

it can be fun to explore fics where other characters are closer, but i feel like people often treat that closeness like a given, when we really don’t see it amongst most of the cast

[cullen-cannons]

Twilight Hunger Games AU

Chapter One - The Reaping

Part One: Edward

As soon as her name leaves Libby’s lips, everything stops. Except for me, and I feel the words rising in my throat and coming free before I’ve even thought it through.

I know that Carlisle and Esme will be devastated but I can’t help it. If Isabella Swan enters the games she'll surely die, and I can’t fathom a world where she doesn’t exist.

“I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!!!”

For a moment everything fades into the background. And then the illusion is broken. The crowd is in shock. I have a good life, far better than most, they must think I’m insane to volunteer (either that or secretly a psychopath) but I have to, for her. 

“Oh my!” Libby exclaims, “I haven’t even gotten to the boys’ side yet, so eager! How wonderful! Now tell me dearest, what is your name?”

Everyone knows my name. I look behind Libby to the stage where the victors sit. Carlisle hides it better, his face a mask of sadness and disappointment. But Esme? Her face displays clear horror as she sobs into Carlilse’s shoulder.

“My name is Edward Cullen,” I tell her. I say it proudly. I have a mission now: keep Isabella Swan alive. I will not fail. I can’t.

“Oh how the plot thickens, excited for your own chance at glory, I bet, who wouldn’t be?” She’s all smiles, turning towards the crowd as if expecting an answer. Does she actually think she’ll get one? I almost laugh but my parents' faces stop me.

Disgust washes over me. How could she call this glory? Isabella Swan is never going to have glory, putting her in these games is like watering an orchid with acid.

I don’t answer, instead, I make my way over to Isabella. She looks pale as ever but not nervous. She looks determined. I’m not surprised. She has no sense of danger. Emmet once joked that if a wolf ever tried to attack her, she’d just punch it in the face. 

I hear her say “Bye Mom” gently and the woman behind her starts to sob. Isabella just smiles and waves and proceeds toward the stage. She walks with steady steps only, her left leg doesn’t seem to be cooperating, it locks up and she sways, I get to her just before she falls. 

She mouths a small “thank you.” as I help her to her feet, and I can tell that she isn't only talking about me catching her. We know each other like that.

I take her hand to help her balance and we walk toward the stage, her calm aura keeps my steps slow and even. I want to run to my father and mother and tell them how sorry I am and why I have to do this, but Isabella keeps me grounded. Besides, Carlisle knows. I haven’t exactly hidden my feelings for Bella.

When we get on stage Libby’s smile is wide and shining, like an old doll that gets brought out of storage just for this every year. 

“Alright you two, shake hands for us.”

Isabella looks dazed, and I’m hesitant, afraid that she’ll fall if I let go but she gives me the slightest nod, so I do. We rejoin hands as soon as the handshake is complete.

The Mayor comes back out and says the closing words and then they march us into the justice building.

I watch helplessly as Isabella struggles to walk even with her cane. How could she have been chosen, what has she done to deserve this? The unfairness makes me want to scream and cry and be sick but I just turn my back and walk away, but not before smiling at her over my shoulder. I hope she saw it.