#if theres any other warnings i should add please let me know

[the-kipsabian]

wrestling fic writers!!

i have decided to be the change i wanna see, so lets do a nice little thing for each other, as a community full of incredible and talented writers. yes this is writer specific only, but thats cause thats where the main problem of people not interacting with creative works lies in this fandom as far as i can tell and have seen people talking about it especially in the last couple of months

if you read this, please add links to your written works. it can be just a single fic youre really proud of, your writing blog, your writing tag, your ao3 account, anything where your works can be found

and if you leave your link here, PLEASE check out someone else that has left their works, and interact with them. leave them a comment, even just a kudos, REBLOG their fic, etc. interacting is the keyword i want to emphasize here, along with building a sort of a masterpost of where to find people writing in this fandom

and if you are not a writer, youre still highly encouraged to interact with this post and share it and show love to the writers in this fandom, obviously!! i think that should go without saying, but adding it in anyways

a bit more about my vision and resources and such under the read more, but thats the gist of it. happy linking and please be kind and supportive to each other!! 💜

nobody is too big or too small to add their things on this list. if you write and post anything in this fandom whatsoever, be it fics or drabbles or headcanons, any companies or any kind of ships or reader inserts or any content whatsoever no matter how 'dead dove dont eat' or hell even if its just meta, we welcome all here and nobody can say that one thing is less valid than another. just please tag your content accordingly, especially if theres content warnings, and feel free to mention what you write, who you write, any info you wish to leave that would help people before they click on your links. but even so, that should not and hopefully will not deter people from interacting, no matter what it is. someones trash is another ones treasure, i promise you

and unless the amount gets really overwhelming, im personally going to be checking out everyone that leaves something here. unless it squeaks me out, but even then, i'll spread the word. and i just wish as many people as possible will do the same, and not just use this as a potential board to only get eyes on their stuff. ofc thats also the point, but you should give as much, if not more, than you get. we need to be kind and supportive of one another (besides, from personal experience, if you show love to someone else, they are more likely to do it back than without you taking the first step, so... pay it forward)

as for resources, heres a few links that should be helpful in leaving comments and feedback. of course everyone does their own thing and no comment is too big or too small to leave, but for those who need them. if you have anything you'd like added to this list, dont hesitate to get in touch or drop it in the post yourself!!

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a quick hot guide to commenting (by yours truly)

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and just in general.. leave people comments. leave them asks about their projects. just go over and gush about their work. i know it sounds embarrassing but writers love nothing more than to hear that someone likes what they are doing. if you find a fic that hasnt been updated in forever, comment on it. it might just be the spark the author needs to continue. while kudos and likes are nice, and just as valuable to some, its definitely in the words the people leave for them that matter the most. im not saying this to put pressure on anyone, its just how it is, and i feel like unless people are writers themselves, and even then sometimes, thats just hard to grasp, especially if the writer is a smaller and less popular one who doesnt get a lot of traffic in the first place

i think thats all. just be nice and considered to everyone, reblog peoples works, this post with others add ons and so forth. and if i find anyone talking shit here or at other writers for something they share, you'll be blocked and im probably taking your kneecaps. be fucking nice. we are all struggling here and we need to stick together

happy sharing and commenting 💜💜

[violetwitch12087]

Hi!! Can I please request an angst fic about Kit Walker and a female reader, with both being patients in Briarcliff? Specific plot entirely up to ur imagination. Tysm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Yes i love this idea so much thank you for requesting my love mwahhh🫶 also sincere apologies i have not been active at all😰

Also warnings: mentions of racism, physical altercation, mentions of murder, punishment by cane, and mentions of attempted sewerside as well as SH 🙀

You and kit both got sent to the asylum but kit ends up getting into an altercation and you take the blame, making him feel bad and you both eventually end up telling each other what happened to get into the asylum

Innocent (kit kit bo bit banananana fo fit fe fi mo mit kit)

Kit groans as water is thrown at his naked body harshly he finally gets 'clothes' to put on and he gets sent to the common room an angry and confused look on his face i watch as he walks past everyone there seems like theres something different in him but i cant put my finger on it, i watch as he looks around the room unsure and confused, i watch his every move, wondering if i should try to talk to him or help him

He aimlessly wanders around the room he walks over to the record player and i notice hes about to turn the song off, i take one last hit of the cigarette bud in between my fingers before pressing the red hot bud into a tray the smoke burning out, i stand up and walk over to him, gently grabbing his arm, he turns to me quickly, looking confused at me

"come over here, you don't wanna turn that song off" i say, gesturing over to the couch i was sitting on, he hesitantly walks over to me, unsure if he should trust me, i sigh and sit on the couch, he sits down next to me "you're new here right?" I ask turning to him and he nods "yeah, i am" he says and i nod, "you don't seem to be out of it or anything, why'd they throw you in here?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me "its... a long story.." i nod, not wanting to pry

"well be careful, that song stays on for as long as me and you are here, they'll go crazy without it, trust me ive learned all the rules the hard way, and sister jude doesn't mess around about anything, you'll be lucky if you walk out her office with only 5 wounds, getting the cane is not enjoyable unless youre into that sorta thing, i dont judge" i say, trying to lighten the mood a bit as well and see if i should befriend him or if hes actually crazy like the rest of the people in here, a slight small smile appears on the corner of his mouth but quickly vanishes "ill make sure to keep that in mind" he says, starting to slightly want to continue talking to me

A small smile comes onto my face but it goes away as soon as it came "good, if you have any questions just ask me alright?" I assure and he gives a small nod slightly unsure if he should trust me "also, before i forget, im y/n" i introduce myself and he nods "kit" he adds and i nod testing his name out on my tongue "kit... is it short for something?" he nods "yeah, maybe ill tell you in the future what its short for" he says and i slightly snarl playfully "oh so you're a tease?" I add and i see the corner of his mouth lift again "maybe"

i sigh and lean back in my seat, playfully rolling my eyes "then lets see how this plays out kitty" i call him a silly nickname i made up on spot and his lip tilts slightly more up "you're right, lets see" he sits back in his chair, maybe this won't be as bad as i thought...

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Kits been in the asylum for about a week or two and we've actually gotten closer which is surprising, i sit on the couch in the main room and kit walks over to sit next to me, just as kit is about to talk to me about something a big guy comes over and stands in front of us "arent you bloody face?" he snarls at kit and he quickly catches my attention, bloody face? "You dont know what you're talking about" kit snarls

"i heard you killed women yeah? and the last one was your wife, heard she was a colored woman, you couldn't handle the fact that people wouldnt accept you guys right? you hated the fact you were with a colored woman?" he tempts and kit quickly stands up and shoves the man, the man smirks and lifts his fist back before his fist collides with kits nose

I quickly rush over, grabbing the guy by the hair and attempting to pull him away making him wince and grab my wrist tightly, he twists my wrist and i wince out, quickly kicking him in the balls causing him to groan and bend over his legs pressed tightly together groans of pain escaping him, i turn to kit and quickly rush over to him attempting to clean the blood dripping from his nose when the doors open and sister jude comes walking in with some guards

i try to get kit from off the floor to act normal but its no use, the guards come over and detain all three of us, harshly grabbing our arms and wrists as they guide us to sister judes office, i know whats coming and i try to mentally prepare myself

We walk into the office and sister jude glares at us "what happened in there?" she snarls and kit tries to explain himself "that guy in there started it, he was tempting me" kit explains and she scoffs "no wonder you sinners get tempted so easily for too many things" she snarls and walks over to her case opening it, revealing her canes, she runs her fingers over the canes before picking one up, its a longer one with some leather on the handle "15 each." She says sternly and my eyes widen

She grabs kit and bends him over the desk, the back of his gown opens slightly revealing his ass, i watch as she lifts the cane and is about to swing it when i stop her "wait! no, its was all me, i tempted him, kit just got in the way, i swear!" I plead, taking the blame, i watch as she grabs kit and he stands up, he looks at me with an unexplainable look, one thats almost a mixture of confused and the opposite of relief and almost disbelief

Kit gets taken out of the room, looking at me with a pleading look, its not another moment until i find my face getting pressed against the desk, my dress getting pulled up to reveal my ass instead this time, til i feel a sharp sting on my ass, i wince out and another gets placed making me wince and grip the desk, another gets placed and more groans and winces escape me as i dig my nails into the wood and its not long till i take all 30 hits

Eventually i get thrown back out into the common room, my eyes seem slightly puffy and i walk over to kit, i go to sit down but wince when my bottom hits the seat, he looks at me with guilt and almost relief now "holy shit, y/n are you okay?" He asks and i nod "im fine, i swear" i half lie, and he places a hand on my shoulder and i meet his gaze "im so fucking sorry, you shouldnt have taken the blame, you should've let me, fuck im so sorry y/n" he apologizes and my gaze softens, i gently cup his cheek with one of my hands "im fine kitty, i promise." I reassure and he nods softly, his eyes soft like ive never seen before

"did you only get 15?" He asks and i shake my head "15 twice, so 30" i say and his eyes widen "fuck, no y/n theres no way you're possibly okay" he says and my thumb gently rubs against his cheek "i promise i am kitty, its not the first time ive gotten the cane okay?" He nods hesitantly before unexpectedly hugging me out of nowhere, i hesitate for a moment before hugging him back for a moment

I finally let go and sigh softly "it'll be okay kitty" i whisper and he nods "ill take your word.." he whispers and i feel something i havent in a while when i look into his eyes, but i quickly look away remembering what that guy said "uhm, was what that guy said true?" I ask softly and kit sighs slightly stressed

"no, i swear, ill tell you but you have to promise not to hate me or think im crazy after" he pleads and i nod, what could be so bad? "Okay, i promise kitty" he nods and hesitates for a moment before speaking "the night everything happened i was having a normal day, i was working at my gas station and dealing with assholes, i went home to my wife after getting fucked around with by my 'friend' and some of his pals, me and her were together until she went to go finish dinner for me and thats when i saw lights coming through the window" he says and my head tilts "lights?"

He nods "i thought it was my friend and his pals again, but it wasnt till i found myself getting thrown against the ceiling with everything else in my house, everything fell including me and i saw a big light, they took me, i dont know where or what they were, but i know that they werent human, they did something, I'm not sure what, i- i dont know what happened, next thing i know i find myself getting accused for murders i didnt and would never do, i would have never done that to my wife.." he finishes and im sat there half in shock

"i... actually believe you.." i whisper in disbelief and he looks at me in disbelief as well "you actually do?" I nod and he sighs in relief "i promise im not crazy, im gonna figure out what the fuck happened no matter what i have to do" he says and i nod "i-ill help." i blurt out without thinking and i see the corner of his mouth lift "really?" he asks and i nod "ill do anything to get the both of us out of here kit, i know we're both innocent.." he nods

"speaking of, what happened to get you in here?" he asks and i hesitate for a moment "u-uhm well, i guess it's only fair, but before i was admitted i had issues with anger issues and would snap at people without realizing causing people to dislike me, and i eventually got really depressed and my parents werent very good people, so one day when my parents werent home getting drunk after an argument i went into their room and grabbed pills from their restroom" i pause for a moment, a sigh escaping me as kit looks at me with sympathy

"i grabbed the pills and i took them all, i went to the kitchen and i was hurting myself and sobbing like an absolute mess, i still remember when the pills started to kick in and i started to regret it a lot, i could feel myself getting sick and my mouth drooling from the urge to throw up, i passed out on the floor and woke up with my parents above me, they said my mouth was starting to slightly foam and they took me to the hospital before sending me here because they couldnt and didnt want to handle me, i couldnt be trusted alone for really long time.." i finally finish talking, my gaze meets his and his eyes are filled with sympathy, he reaches out and grabs my hand catching me off guard

"you're doing great, im really proud of you for doing better now, despite the situation we're in" he admits and i feel something in my stomach, almost a fluttery feeling, are these...butterflies?

"t-thank you, kit.." i ask slightly in disbelief, used to getting called 'mental' or 'crazy' instead, he nods and gently squeezes my hand "i swear to do everything i can to help you and protect you y/n, i cant let myself let you get hurt" i look at him with soft eyes before abruptly hugging him once more, ive never felt like this towards someone, even outside the asylum

"dont worry y/n, we'll make it out of here together.." he reassures, "also, its kitson.." he says and i look at him confused "that's what kits short for, kitson.." he says and i find myself smiling slightly "cute name kitty.." maybe this wont be that bad...

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YIIPPPIIIEEEE I ACTUALLY MADE ANOTHER IMAGINE GUYS IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF anywhooo i hope u enjoy im really really sorry with how long i took i have not been motivated at all for like a year until recently 💀 i was goin through shit n wasnt doin good mentally but im all good now and i have a sweet loving girlfriend so life is good chat im actually very happy trust.

[thepowerisyouth]

Eh mental health is annoying. Buying & cooking cheap low-FODMAP diet is annoying. My best top note for now is I'm using this blog to practice writing. I need more practice in it. I only know business, accounting & economics stuff. Its stupid stuff. Theres too much actual fraud everywhere that its annoying

Also I use mobile so formatting sucks cause Nvidia GPUs, or Arch dont like tumblr site. Or tumblr site dont like tumbkr site

Also also I 100,000% support all my fellow ones-and-zeros and their identity. Everyone is welcome here.

Except transphobes/zionist/long list of others but you get it. I'll help harrass any of those types endlessly if someone wants to tag me, and bring me in on an argument like that friend you call for backup with fights

Im unhinged so who's to say exactly what will end up here but this is also a completely public blog to me friends, family, hell, even acquaintances i dont give a fuc.

Blog should be expected to be roughly as child-friendly as simpsons or bobs burgers. But also boring like a civics/economics lesson sometimes. Yay

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I (and my husband) am ex mormon. Its a weird thing. Look into it if you havent recently. Realllllyyyy look into. Takes time to figure it all out in this fuckin fucked up world.

I just moved a year ago. Didnt watch the US stock market as much as I normally do. Had my first snowstorm 10 weeks ago, that was.. fun to handle while ill prepared. About 6 weeks ago I was hopping back on the market and notice its a huge tech bubble about to pop and all the conditions Ive been warned about my whole career imply this is not good. Just took a little more thinking & digging and I'm a little too confident to stop talking about it now.

(Oh I'm also care-free as fuc so I dont really read or desire to change past posts more than lil-nitpicks. More informative for the reader & myself-in-the-future-reading that way)

And I'm not kidding I do love feedback & questions. Its a very public blog tho so I get that part for sure.

If you search "life story" in my tags I had that pinned for a min Im just moving shit around rn

Being poor sucks. Will write more on that later.

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First of all-- the exact timeline of an "economic shock" is literal insanity. Dont worry about the exact timing of any of this-- just know its doomed to happen soon.

Here are some effects I predict of this upcoming economic downturn

If anyone comes across any sources for these events that support my arguments please feel free to add in comments, reblogs, etc.

This concise list is mainly for my own reference, but it would be great to add to it if any one has something to add!

0.5. US Stock market collapse-- I have no desire to try and predict this one exactly. Too many conspiracies are actually correct about this big guy. Lets just say 7 US Tech stocks are worth 25% of the entire worlds market, roughly. "Too big to fail"-- I believe is the phrase

1. Corporate (slightly later will be residential by extension) real estate crisis: currently way too overvalued. Most of the houses, land, & urban corporate property we see could stand to decrease by about 60-90% from its current price.

2. Bankruptcy crisis: similar to the after-effects of the 70s inflation-- we can expect to see a huge wave of bankruptcies affecting a variety of business: from the micro-self employed; to the small business with leased buildings; to the largest corporations who commit massive accounting fraud & hope to escape accountability in time

3. Bank runs-- there is an extremely high overreliance on the Federal Reserve, who does not have good control over this situation. Once it becomes clear that there is a crisis (we call this a catalyst event)-- bank runs for physical cash are a surety. Hard to say how long a crisis like this might last. I should ask my siblings who lived near the SVB bank crisis hotspot (but those were rich fucks they do their "bank runs" over the phone)

3.5. Global currency collapse, which takes effect in every single local, state, & national economy at slightly different times. This means prices lower. Much lower. But takes time

4. Whatever the fuck the geopolitics is gonna do???. Its weird. You got Russia wanting to invade Europe? (Look at global economic forum 2024) Trump wants to let them. Biden wants to be an establishment corporate ass. North Korea has changed its #1 public enemy to South Korea (dont remember my source but it was a couple months ago). USA is stationing more troops in Taiwan, but probably only because of semiconductor technology?

The scope of our global financial woes are larger than can be explained in any of our lifetimes. Its much, much closer to pre-revolution France or the late 1920s. Big change is coming. Itll be soon

5. More to come

[hotti3-4-u]

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Hiii! :D Post about my writings and boundaries!

Hi guys! Since im pretty new to tumble writing I thought I should do a post about my writings, boundries and other little things you should know! PLEASE READ THIS IF YOU ARE NEW!

Fandoms I write for / have seen:

Demon Slayer

Jujutsu Kaisen

Attack on titan

My Hero Academia

Blue lock

Blue Eyed Samurai

Chainsaw Man

Spy x family

Mortal Kombat

More to come!

My writtings/boundries:

I take requests! I will write both sfw/nsfw! I DO NOT WRITE NSFW FOR MINORS! For example: Anya. I think thats pretty obvious but we all know there are people like that out there. If, for example, your asking for a character like Yuji, I will always, ALWAYS, make the scenario where the character is older and the appropriate age! Yuji is way closer to 18 and its easier to age them up then a child like Anya. I probably won't take any requests for anime's I haven't seen unless I know a little about the character or I want to search about them. I mostly will write about a female reader or non-binary since their the easiest. I will try my best for a male reader but I may not always take those requests! I will always put warnings on my writings if there is anything sensitive/spoilers. I'll try my best with writting any ships thaat I don't specifically ship or like.

I have read the Manga for demon slayer and thats it, I did finish Attack on titan tho so I wont get any spoilers for that teehee! I usually just watch the anime's but im working on my manga collection! I currently just have the first 3 of chainsaw man and blue lock, SO NO SPOILERS FOR ANY OF THE ANIME'S I'VE LISTED PLEASE!

Finished Anime's/manga's so far:

Demon slayer

Attack On Titan

Feel free to let me know if theres anything else I should add/change about my posts. Please trust my writing process as my spelling is not always on point! NO HATE PLEASE. I will most likely do a post about my fav ships and characters I ship for readers. I'll always add changes to this post when I find stuff I think needs to be added here.

Feel free to ask questions please!

[ssundeadau]

Chapter 2 ~ Changes and Cryptids

Content Warning: Some gore and death

Thomas, Roman, and Patton looked up, alarmed, as Virgil and Logan ran in.

“So, there’s been some… developments,” Logan told the others. “Virgil, would you like to go first?”

Roman, Thomas, and Patton watched with wide eyes as Virgil moved the hood of his jacket aside. The blood had stained his neck. It left a red, splattered pattern around two small puncture wounds. Around the wound, the skin was pale, and a faint trace of skin was visible through the transparent flesh. The black eye shadow which was once for dramatic effect now hid the blue circles under his eyes. A small hint of red shone in his pupils.

As he placed the hood back on his neck, Patton glanced at him with sympathetic and worried eyes. He glanced back, hoping to reassure his friend. As he did so, Logan began to roll the bottom of his left pant leg up.

Roman drew in a bated breath. Thomas and Patton’s faces contorted in horror. The injury below Logan’s calf was worse than the one on Virgil’s neck. A large chunk of flesh was missing from his leg. The serrated edges of the hole gave it the appearance of a bite. The layer of skin left at the bottom of the wound barely covered the muscle underneath. The hair around the wound had grown thicker and unkempt. He had an alert look in his eyes, which in themselves looked lighter. 

An awkward silence fell on the room as Logan rolled his pant leg back down. It transpired for several seconds, and was only broken by Roman.

“So, uh… Are we going to sit here awkwardly or move on from that?” He asked the group.

“How do you two feel?” Thomas asked Logan and Virgil.

“Tired,” Virgil responded.

“I feel quite the opposite, actually,” Logan remarked.

“I’m also very confused,” Virgil added. “None of this makes sense. Like, how is Logan okay after that-” He gestured at Logan’s leg-”happened to him?”

“Does it hurt at all?” Patton asked Logan with a concerned tone in his voice.

“It stung when it was fresh and feels weird when things come into contact with it now. Other than that, it doesn’t bother me too much,” Logan replied.

As everyone let the news sink in, Logan and Virgil disappeared into Logan’s room. They began to research what could’ve happened. Virgil started to become frustrated as his research led him nowhere. His head suddenly snapped up and he let out a disgruntled moan. Logan looked over to him, worried.

“Virgil?” Logan addressed him.

“I haven’t found anything.” He complained, staring at the screen of his laptop. “I’ve looked up types of snake bites and the symptoms I’ve been having, but I haven’t found anything.”

“Well, even if you haven’t found any answers, you’ve ruled other possibilities out. So, you have made progress.”

Virgil felt a sharp pain in his canine teeth, causing him to wince. As his hand shot up to his mouth, all the hairs on Logan’s neck stood on end. His thoughts fell on their walk in the woods.

“The medallion,” he said, struck with a realization.

“The medallion?” Virgil asked, hoping for clarification.

“It depicted a mouth with a normal and elongated canine tooth.” Logan blurted out, finding a lead on Virgil’s plight. “We have to go get it.”

“Last time we were in the woods we almost died. Are you sure it’s safe for us to do that?”

“It’s 3 in the afternoon, if we don’t go in too far we should be fine.”

“Don’t you think we should bring someone else with us to make sure nothing happens?”

“I suppose that would be wise. Who should we take?”

“Probably Patton. He’s Thomas’ morality, so if anyone’s going to stop us from going in too far, it’s him. And if we take Roman, he’s going to want to go in father and explore.”

They found Patton sitting on the couch in his cat onesie. 

“Patton, we need you to come with us,” Virgil told him.

“You should take the onesie off,” Logan suggested.

“Aw, why?” Patton asked, disappointed.

“It’s going to get dirty in the woods,” Logan told him.

“Wait, you guys are going back in the woods? You got hurt last time,” Thomas remarked, worried.

“That’s why we’re taking Patton with us,” Virgil reassured him.

“Why are you taking Patton and not me?” Roman petitioned, offended.

“You’d want to go farther into the woods, Roman. We can’t risk that again,” Logan disclosed to him. 

“Fine,” Roman said in a drawled out groan.

As Patton, Virgil, and Logan left the house, Roman and Thomas exchanged worried glances.

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When they entered the woods, Virgil’s heart began to race with rapid, uneven beats. Even with Patton’s usual happy attitude and Logan’s newfound alertness, he couldn’t shake the sensation. He didn’t know if there was something there or if it came from his previous experience in the woods. Logan seemed to sense something too, as he looked at Virgil with a hint of suspicion. Far into the woods a stick snapped. 

“Did you hear that?” Logan asked the others.

“No,” Virgil answered. He glanced over at Logan, and noticed a yellow tint in his iris, along with a few wispy hairs on the side of his face.

“Wow, it’s awesome in here!” Patton exclaimed. “I can’t believe I’ve never been in here before!”

“We have to be careful. We still don’t know what’s in here.” Logan said. As a small breeze passed, he felt a strange tingle on his face, and he felt small, delicate hairs below his cheek. He noticed Virgil looking at him, as if to tell him he saw it too. As they came upon the stump, Logan picked up the medallion.

“We found this when we were in here last night. We don’t know what it means,” he explained to Patton. Taking a closer look at the medallion, he noticed strange writing on the bottom. The characters looked like a mixture between those of the Greek and Latin alphabet.

“Virgil, do you have your phone on you?” Logan asked him.

“Yeah, why?” He responded.

“Can you take a picture of this? We have to find out what it says.”

Virgil took his phone out and took a picture. As he did so, Logan’s eyes widened as he heard a faint rustling from behind them. Figuring it was a squirrel, he ignored it. The noise grew louder, catching the attention of the rest of the group. Logan and Virgil turned to each other and Patton turned around, gasped, and fell silent. His body hit the ground with a thump. Logan picked him up and they ran out of the woods.

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  Logan paced around the living room. Virgil, Thomas, and Roman stared with pale faces at Patton’s lifeless body. A slick layer of blood dripped down his throat. Everyone was too shocked and confused to react. Virgil hid his face in his hands, feeling as though it was his fault. Logan began to speak.

“This is all my fault,” he groaned. “If I hadn’t decided to go in the woods the three of us would be fine.”

“You never would have known this would happen, Logan,” Thomas said.

“Patton’s dead, Thomas! He’s dead because of my decisions!” Logan burst. His tough, emotionless exterior was broken. 

“I’m the one who talked you into taking him with us,” Virgil said, his voice weak and cracking.

Deceit appeared in the living room, startling everyone. As he surveyed the room, he walked to Patton’s body. He picked up his cold, clammy hand and laced its fingers with his own and held it for a moment. With a sullen expression on his face he slowly let go of Patton’s hand. He slunk away, disappearing from the living room.

Everyone exchanged curious looks. Roman broke the silence.

“What should we do?” He asked. “We can’t just leave him here.”

“We have to bury him,” Logan said. “He deserves a proper burial.” He picked up Patton’s body and carried him to the back yard. He set him down on the glass table on Thomas’ deck with tears in his eyes. He grabbed a shovel from the shed and dug a hole in the back corner of the yard, where no one would walk over it. He placed Patton’s corpse in the grave and began his eulogy.

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No one slept that night. A bleak atmosphere fell upon the house. Logan and Virgil spent the night researching the strange medallion from the woods. Logan remembered the conversation he had with Roman, Thomas, and Patton that morning. Roman had said Patton brought up the idea of Banshees residing in the woods. He began to think it may be something paranormal. His nails clacked on the keys of his keyboard. That was the first time he had noticed it. His nails had begun to turn dark black in color, and had grown past his finger tips.

He brought his attention back to his research. Clicking on an article by Folklore.com, he found what he was looking for.

“Virgil,” he said, breaking the silence that had lasted in his room for several hours. “Look what I found.” The screen of his computer displayed an old drawing of the medallion they found. The caption read: “A vampyre medallion. Engraved with the universal mark of the species and a phrase written in their language.”

“Do you really believe it’s something paranormal? Doesn’t that defy logic?” Virgil asked.

“All three of us had something happen to us in the woods. We didn’t even see what killed Patton. We’ve been experiencing changes to our bodies that wouldn’t happen if we were bitten by animals.”

Virgil surveyed Logan’s face. The small, wispy hairs on his face had grown thicker, despite Thomas’, and therefore the Sides, inability to grow facial hair. Similar hair had begun to grow on his arms and legs. His eyes were now almost completely yellow. His pupils had the same red tint as Virgil’s. Virgil turned his attention to the mirror in front of them. His ears began to form a point at the tip. His skin was even more pale and transparent. He opened his mouth enough to see his canine teeth, which were beginning to elongate into fangs.

“I guess so. I’d have no other way to explain it.”

While Logan and Virgil researched, Thomas lay restless on his bed. His thoughts wandered. He thought of Patton, and Virgil and Logan’s strange injuries. As his thoughts raced, he heard a loud bang from the kitchen. He summoned Roman to his room. As he drew his sword, the two cautiously went to the kitchen. The refrigerator and a few cabinets and drawers were open. A bag of white bread and jars of peanut butter and Crofters jam were placed on the counter. Thomas summoned Logan and Virgil.

“Neither of you were in here before were you?” Thomas asked them.

“We were in my room researching,” Logan answered, confused.

“I heard noises coming from the kitchen, so Roman and I went to investigate. No one was down here, so I had to summon you guys to see if it was one of you,” Thomas explained.

“Do you think it could be Patton?” Roman suggested.

“With what we found in our research tonight, it’s possible,” Virgil commented.

“How can we tell if it’s him?” Thomas asked.

“We have to ask,” Virgil replied. “Is there someone here that would like to talk to us?” A cabinet began to open. Thomas, Roman, and Logan exchanged inquisitive looks.

“Is this Patton?” Virgil asked, his voice full of hope. The cabinet flew open, and a plate slid out. Logan caught it and turned to Virgil, his eyes wide. The air in front of the cabinet was colder than in the rest of the kitchen, causing goosebumps to form on his arms.

“Patton, could you do something else? I give you permission to touch my arm,” He told the spirit. The air in the room became colder. The sleeve of his jacket began to crease and puff out. A chill shot down his spine. He turned to the group and said:

“It’s him.”

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College professor Obi-Wan Kenobi having a quite *unprofessional* relationship with two of his students, campus couple Padme Amidala and Anakin Skywalker

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The Element of Surprise | Part 7

Chapter Seven: The Meal

mando x fem!reader

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warnings : adult content (marked with **,fingering, general sexual content)  MINORS DNI, swearing

word count: 4.7k

a\n: heyy guys, thanks for reading! theres going to be adult content in the next chapters, probably most lol so I will put warnings in description, but also mark where it starts and ends with *** so that people can skip if they want, i will try not to include any really important parts in there so you dont have to read if you dont want to :) please let me know if i should add any other warnings!! otherwise tysm for reading, it took me a bit longer to post this one but its the longest ive written, hope you enjoy!

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“Ando?”

“Too wet.”

“Endor?”

“Humid.”

“Jakku?”

“Worse than Tatooine.”

That makes you sit up, the recline of your co-pilot chair obscuring your vision of him as you fired off any planet you could think of. It started when you asked him about your current destination – a small planet in the Outer Rim called Ord Mantell, practically overrun with bounty hunters like the Mandalorian. You weren’t sure exactly how the conversation drifted to this, you listing every planet you dreamed of visiting when you finally got off that damn desert, but you were in awe of the places hes been – you couldn’t imagine the amount of stuff hes seen. He didn’t think it was so amazing, so here you were, trying to find a planet that you shared a mutual appreciation of, but he had a deflection for Every. Single. One.

“There’s nowhere worse than Tatooine.”

“You haven’t been to Jakku.” You roll your eyes at him and flop back in your chair. You need to keep thinking of planets to rattle off, because you don’t think you would be able to control yourself if you fell into another silence. Under the playful tone of your banter, the tension was so thick you could feel it weighing on your chest with each breath. The ghost of his hand was still on your cheek, and you would never admit how many times you ran your hand over the spot when he wasn’t looking. Honestly, you were grateful for the close quarters you were boxed in to, not only for its forced proximity, but if you were alone tonight, you don’t think you would have the willpower to stop your hand drifting below your waist, imagining it was his.

“Naboo!” you practically shout, trying to blink the dirty thoughts away.

He takes longer to answer you, probably putting together a list of why the planet that has been the subject of your wildest dreams utterly and completely sucks – he catches you off guard.

“I like it there.” He says softly, and you didn’t think it was possible for his voice to sound soft through the modulator without whispering, but it hangs heavy with something you can’t place and you smile.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Its – nice. Quiet.” You rotate your chair to face him, and he shuffles his boots slightly to the right, slowly revealing his body to you. His legs are stretched wide, both thighs leaning against each arm rest, and you have to physically pinch your own arm to focus.

“Ive always wanted to see it.” Now it is your voice that hangs heavy, the promise that planet meant to you forever unfulfilled. “My dad promised to take me there when I was a kid. He made it sound so beautiful.” Your head drops from the Mandalorian’s intense gaze to your lap.

“Ill take you.” His words come out rushed, and he looks as startled as you. “I mean – when we go back, to collect the tracking fobs. If there’s one near the planet, we might… see. It. See the planet.”

Even with his back tracking words, it was probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever offered you. You’ve known this man for just longer than a week, and hes already made you feel like no one else has ever made you feel – not just physically – but like right now, so nonchalant about bringing you that close to something you’ve spent your entire life dreaming about. You wanted to thank him, even for just the thought, but instead you smile, the kind that stretches across your whole face and makes your eyes squint slightly and repeat his words back to him.

“If there’s one near the planet, then.” He mumbles a small ‘mhmm’ and his tight grasp on the arm rest relaxes slightly. Taking a moment to observe him while he busies himself flipping switches on the dash.

Spending as much time as you have in close proximity, you have picked up on a couple of his ‘tells’. You may not be able to read his face, but you know that he tilts his head to the left when he is genuinely curious, but to the right when hes being sarcastic. You know he is nervous when he grabs onto something, like now with the chair, or sometimes just balls his fist up, squeezing so tight sometimes his arm shakes slightly. You haven’t seen him angry – only coming close the night he shot the bounty in the hanger – but you assume that he does the same. You wish you knew more about him, though – not just the armoured exterior.

“Can I ask you a question?” he says. It’s such a small sentence, but somehow it makes your brain short circuit – something about the way he says it makes you feel like he was just reading your mind. You manage a small squeak that he apparently takes as affirmation. “How’d you really get that jacket – back on Coruscant?”

It seems so long ago, yet it was a matter of days. It felt so familiar – having to fight and lie to get the barest of necessities. You haven’t even thought about all the things you left behind when you unexpectedly took off in the hull of the Mandalorian’s ship. None of your things mattered to you, you had grown accustomed to having nothing; used to starting from scratch.

“I stole it.” No point in lying. Besides, you get the feeling he already knows.

“Why?” “Because I wanted it.”

“I gave you credits. To buy it.” He says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world, and you guess it is. Why didn’t you just pay the 50 credits – even though it wasn’t worth that much – and just move on?

“I guess I just got – pissed off? The guy was being a total creep and this –“ you hold up the jacket that was laying across your lap and shake it, part of the leather fraying off as you do, proving your point “- is not even real leather. Look at it.” You shake it a little more, and its only when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the windscreen of the ship, the dark space that surrounds you almost creating a mirror in its transparency, that you realise you might look a little crazy. You sigh and slump down in the chair again. “I don’t know. I lived on that stupid planet for so long, and never met a single person who would even know how to spell the word generous, so I guess I felt weird taking your money. That, and I am very good at taking things from asshole guys in side stalls, practically made a living out of it.” You smile, thinking of the way you perfectly rolled that sonic beacon into the perfect spot – another skill you can thank Tatooine for.

“You don’t have to – while you’re here. Anything you want, you can just ask.” Anything? You bite your lip before you say something stupid, and the stubbornness inside you, telling you to not rely on anyone but yourself subsides, if only to agree with him. “You could have been hurt.” He says this softer, and you can tell even through the modulator that hes trying to be careful – not overstepping a boundary yet to be set.

“I did spend the better part of three years practising on a planet worse than Coruscant, but I appreciate your concern.” You grin and try to lighten his mood, and a small exhale comes from his helmet, the familiar, gravely sound flooding you with a warm feeling from your toes to your cheeks, something that’s becoming increasingly common the longer you spend alone with him.

“Or you just got lucky.” Hes staring at you, watching intently as your jaw drops slightly, feigning offense.

“I knew you were going to use that fake fighting lesson against me! Just because I couldn’t flip your giant metal ass, unprepared by the way, doesn’t mean I can’t take out a couple of jacket hoarding shop keeps.” he shifts so his entire body faces you, and you take a moment to admire the widespread across his chest, the way the armour rises and falls so subtly, the only tell that there is a living person beneath the beskar.

“Prove me wrong, then. Next time you’ll just have to catch me by surprise.” You physically shiver. Everything he says sounds so open ended, like both an invitation and a warning, and you have no idea how to respond. You respect that he follows his creed, and would never try to disrespect that – similar to how the Jedi follow their rules, you always appreciated their faith in the system, but you wish more than anything to be able to see what his face looks like when he speaks to you, if only to figure out what the hell he wants from you.

You both fall into familiar silence, the low hum of the ship soaring across the darkness in front of you. You could feel his eyes on you, his gaze heavy and analysing. It was only when you shoved the jacket off your legs that you realised you were hot – inexplicably hot. You felt your skin react in goose bumps, tiny shocks of electricity through your body causing you to shift on the chair every three seconds, unable to get comfortable. He was just watching you, and yet you couldn’t help your body’s reaction to it; to him.

All these reactions seem to meet in one place, a ball of something hot and heavy in your core. Oh. You have felt this enough to name it, but you’ve never felt it this… overwhelming before. You can’t think of anything else but his eyes on you, not being able to stop thinking of what else of his you want. He makes you want to be bold, to make a move further than staring somewhat in his direction and hoping he picks up on it.

You thought this was just a crush, having been isolated from people for so long, he was the first man you had any sort of relationship with, but this feeling hasn’t gone away, and you’re not sure how much longer you can avoid it.

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Somehow you fell asleep. You think it was because you had exhausted yourself from flipping around like a dead fish for so long that you eventually just passed out. The Mandalorian was already awake, obviously. Did he ever sleep? You thought maybe he just didn’t move, and that all those times you thought he was asleep he was just lying there. You get up out of the co-pilots chair, grabbing some clothes out of the bag that now has a permanent spot in a small corner of the room. As you shuffle through the bag, the bright red dress you stuffed at the bottom is a stark difference to the muted colours of you everyday clothes. You’re not sure why you grabbed it in the first place, but you want to make sure that if you ever get the chance to go back to that club on Coruscant, or any planet for that matter, you won’t be wearing parachute pants and a top with four too many holes. Standing, you don’t have to say anything before the Mandalorian presses a button and the doors open. You head down to the refresher, which is quickly becoming your favourite part of the day.

When you finish, chucking your old clothes in a water bucket to deal with later, your attention is snatched by the tiny green baby, sitting on the floor playing with the empty packet of chips you threw down last night. As cute as he is, Grogu has brought your attention to the bigger issue, how gross this part of the ship is, and you scoop him up in one arm and begin clearing up the clothes, trash and weapons scattered with your free hand.

Grogu babbles and claps as you go, occasionally putting him down when you have to reattach a weapon to its place on the wall or shove all the rubbish into one of the old bags. Looking at your progress, it didn’t take you that long to clean up, not that you did an incredible job. You weren’t going crazy, nor were you going to re organise a ship that clearly had some kind of order, but you felt you did enough to at least start on a ‘thank you for not killing me’ gesture. Looking toward the other side of the ship, you could only see a faint patch of blood from that night the bounty died, and you guess that the Mandalorian must have cleaned it up at some point. You blow out a sigh, secretly admitting to yourself the sickness you were feeling even thinking about having to touch that – that amount of blood freaked you out.

Sitting down next to Grogu, admiring your past hour of work, the baby suddenly gurgles again, getting your attention. You aren’t sure exactly what he wants, but when he reaches out with the Force and shows you several images of frogs, lizards and bread, you nearly scream in excitement.

“Holy shit! You just told me you’re hungry!! OH my god!” You pick him up and swirl him around, happy giggles and laughs erupting from both of you. He spoke to you, completely on his own, something you couldn’t even do in your first year, let alone first week. You were in awe of him, but apparently you were taking too long in celebrating, because suddenly more images and memories of the taste and smell of various foodsflooded your senses, and you physically shook your head and pushed him back, laughing. “Okay! Ok, I’m not sure about the lizards, but I can make you some bread, buddy.”

Plopping him down, you go over to the small cubby you know homes the rations of food. Owning an entire ship, you wonder why the Mandalorian has such plain and cheap food. He could surely afford more than portion bread and dehydrated fruit chips. You added water to two portions, and then made a third bowl. In the spirit of adding to your thank you message, you figure making him breakfast would be a good way to follow up, even if you did just add a tiny bit of water to a bowl. The dropping of the ladder next to your head makes you jump back slightly, allowing for the giant frame of him to come down, practically standing on top of you. Silently, you handed him the bread. He takes it with one hand and looks down at the bowl.

“You cooked.” He speaks, and his voice is slightly deeper than usual. His morning voice. You turn around and resist the urge to splash the cold water on your face just to cool yourself off. Instead, you shrug and sit on the floor next to the baby and start shovelling the bread into your mouth.

Its slightly dry, but you’re so hungry you don’t care, already halfway through your meal before you look up and see the Mandalorian opposite you, also sitting on the floor. He looked funny like that, one leg folded under the other, two hands holding the bowl, making his portion shrink even more in size. You had a sudden realisation then, that while you were here, he couldn’t eat.

“Sorry! Again, sorry.” You could just close your eyes, but you don’t know if that’s enough, and you also don’t want to find out if he doesn’t trust you that much, so you pull a shirt out of one of the bags of clothes and wrap in around your eyes. Darkness immediately covers your vision, and you open your eyes, adjusting the shirt so that you can’t see any peaks of light.

“You can just close your eyes, you know.” Is he smiling? He sounds like hes smiling. Maybe hes annoyed, hes probably noticed your cleaning rampage by now, did you mess up his organised chaos? Maybe you should – “And thank you. For what you did down here. Looks… good.” 

He reads your mind again, and the compliment rushes straight to your head, making you dizzy. You continue to eat, trying not to make it obvious how much he is affecting you. You feel more than hear the helmet hit the metallic floor of the ship, and the butterflies in your stomach are practically tearing you up inside as you imagine the sight in front of you.

You finish your bread, hearing the clank of an empty bowl next to you signalling the baby is also finished. You hear him waddle away, curling back up in his chamber, the door shutting behind him. You take his abandoned bowl and stack them together, unsure of what to do next.

You can’t exactly get up and walk away without feeling like an idiot and probably running into a wall, but the last thing you want to do is rush him. It seems you don’t have to worry, though, because about a minute, you hear him stand. You stand too, shirt still tied across your eyes and go to take a step back when you stumble over the bag of clothes that you dragged behind you to find a blindfold. You brace for the impact of the ships hard floor when two hands wrap around the small of your back, strong and secure, pulling you upright.

It takes you a minute to realise where you are, your eyes still adjusting to the darkness and your mind struggling to figure out you are right side up. The two hands splayed across your back hold onto you tightly, and you press against him. Him. His hands take up most of your lower back, and your thighs are pressed against his. His cool armour meets your flaming hot skin, and all the thoughts you had last time you found yourself this close to the Mandalorian flood back.

You feel one of his hands slowly slide to your hip, your breathing becomes ragged. The deprivation of your sight only adds to the sensation of his hands on you, and that’s when you feel one hand doesn’t have a glove on. He must have taken it off to eat, but the only thought that fills you head is his hand is on you. It slides painfully slow up your side, skirting just to the side of your chest, and ever so slightly brushing your neck as it finally comes to a stop at your cheek. His skin is warm, and his hand is softer than you had imagined. And you had, imagined his hand on your skin, how it might feel, but nothing in your mind could match the feel of him touching you.

His thumb brushes slowly against the side of your face, sweeping across your bottom lip, so, so slowly you think you might faint. Then he takes his hand from your face hear him suck, louder than would be necessary, on his thumb, before placing his hand back on your face. This movement alone would become your undoing. The wetness of his thumb not only reminds you that there must have been food on your face from when you inhaled your food earlier, but also that he just cleaned it off your face and fucking ate it. Thinking about how he must have looked doing that makes your legs shake and brings you to your third epiphany.

His helmet is still off.

His hair, his hair brushes against your jaw, and his lips connect with your neck.

They are soft and full and move with aching precision, slowly moving up, kissing your jaw, and then back down to the sweet spot just under. He sucks there lightly, eliciting a small moan, and you are suddenly very aware of how your hands are still hanging at your sides. One grabs forward, unsure and shaky, finding an armoured belt and using it as leverage to pull his closer. He continues kissing and sucking at your neck, and begins to move up again to your jaw, peppering light kisses stopping just shy of your lips. He must still be close, because you can feel and hear his unmodulated breathing against your cheek.

“Tell me to stop.” His voice is honey, sweet and smooth, and you would do just about anything he asked of you as long as he spoke to you like that, but you can’t tell him to stop. This is what you’ve wanted every day you’ve sat in that stupid cockpit, in that tiny chair sharing snippets of your life with a man in a mask, this is the one thing you cant take for yourself, and now that hes giving it to you, you’re not sure anything would make you tell him to stop. You feel him move closer and his lips brush yours, his breathing is uneven, and it makes you feel a little calmer knowing hes as nervous as you are. “Say something.”

You don’t say anything, but your actions speak louder than any words you couldn’t form. You snake your arm around his neck letting your fingers thread through his hair. Its soft and slightly damp, and you can feel the curls bouncing against your movement. You press him into you, your lips finally touching. He groans, and you want to capture the sound, bathe in it, tattoo it on your skin. Your movements are slow, still unsure, but once you relax your body against his, he takes control, stepping you into the wall behind you and kissing you; hard.

He kisses you like your fuelling him; and you want to be whatever he needs. You let him guide you, allowing him to take whatever he needs and more. With your eyes still obscured you can only think of his lips on yours and how his hands move you ever so slightly, pushing and sliding you against his armoured body. The movement drives you crazy, dragging another moan from your throat, and he takes the opportunity of your open mouth to slide his tongue in, moving it expertly with yours, moulding together in slow, desperate movements.

You are both breathing heavily, but you would rather kiss until you pass out than remove his touch from you. His ungloved hand slides away from your face and wraps around your back, and you hear the rip of something like Velcro, and then material drops to the floor next to you. Instinctively you move your head to look down, but then two bare hands grab your face, keeping you still as he continues to kiss you: deeper than before.

He pulls away, only so your lips aren’t touching, but you can still feel him close to you, bodies heaving against one another. You chase his lips with your own, but he pulls back, pressing his forehead to yours but pulling his chin away, and you are suddenly anxious hes regretting what happened. He asked you to speak and you just grabbed him and kissed him. You wait, trying to catch your breath, the shirt over your eyes suddenly feeling tight and constricting. You feel him move one hand from your face, and two fingers slide inside your mouth.

Your suddenly glad for the blindfold, because your eyes practically roll back into your head at the feeling of him inside your mouth. He tastes salty and sweet at the same time, everything you’ve tasted before dull and lifeless in comparison to him. Sliding them out halfway, then back in, allowing you to roll your tongue over them, eager to please. He groans again, further back in his throat this time, you can tell because the pitch is lower and its rougher, closer to a growl. He begins to slide them out, dragging over your bottom lip and wetting your chin.

“So fucking good for me.” He says, his sweet tone minced with the dirty words nearly makes you finish then and there. He slowly drags his hand down between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach and stops just above the hem of your pants. You shudder as you take a breath in. He kisses just beside your ear and you lean your head into his, almost nuzzling him.

“I need you to tell me what you want.” You’re not sure if you can string together a cohesive sentence right now, with his hand resting against the lower part of your tummy, still damp from being in your mouth moments ago. His touch is feather soft, and with the strength you know lie behind those hands, it only adds fuel to the fire building underneath his touch. He kisses your jaw again, waiting.

“Please- I-“ you take the hand that was resting on his belt and use it to gently push his hand down, but hes too strong, and with little resistance his hand remains still.

“I want to hear it. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” You nearly whine out of desperation. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but the fact that your eyes are covered gives you the confidence to choke out a sentence, probably the dirtiest one you’ve ever said in your life.

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“Fuck, please t- touch me. Please.” Your words are not as confident as you would want, your voice it full of shuddering breaths and whines, but you’ve never been more sure of anything. Apparently, it’s enough to get him to move, at least, as his hand finally slips below your waistline.

Your gasp fills the room, and he kisses your neck softly, switching to the neglected side. It feels like forever before his hand travels the small distance between the hem of your pants and the part of you that has been aching for him for what feels like years. You can’t help the cry that comes out of your mouth when he touches you, your forehead falling forward on his shoulder. He moves slow, controlled, and it is so like him that your head spins. His teeth graze slightly against your collarbone, and he slips one finger inside of you, his thumb continuing to circle in slow, tight circles around your clit.

“So fuckin’ tight baby. Just like I imagined.” You’re practically panting now, mouth open, hands clawing at his hair and down his beskar-laid back. His mouth comes back up to kiss you, both of your mouths open, the kiss all teeth and desperation. Everything he does feels amplified, and when he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth and tugs on it, you realise how close you are.

His finger curls inside of you, hitting exactly where you need him to.

“Mand- Im gonna cum.” You try to say as he goes back to worshipping your neck and jaw.

“I know, baby. I got you. Cum for me.” If you weren’t close, his words push you over the edge and your vision suddenly returns for a split second, a blast of white shoots across your covered eyes, and you feel the most intense sensation erupt in your core. You say his name as you come undone on his hand, your body jolting in his grasp as he whispers in your ear, mumbling praises – ‘so good’, ‘so pretty’. He never stops moving his fingers, maintaining his pace the whole way through.

You begin to come back to reality when you feel him pull out of you, dragging your wetness back up your stomach. Your jaw drops open slightly, expecting, and you hear him make a noise – muffled.

“God. Taste so fucking sweet.” He says. 

Taste? 

You realise when his mouth meets yours and you taste something unfamiliar mixed with what you now know he tastes like what he must have been doing, and you suddenly feel like your back on the edge again. The image of the clean, calm Mandalorian licking his fingers for the taste of you is something that you will imagine for the rest of your life.

He continues to kiss you, and you never want to stop. 

The hiss of the chamber door, however, is probably the only thing that would make you tear yourself away from him. And when you do hear it, followed by a tiny little giggle you've heard millions of times by now, you dont need to look up to know that Grogu has come out of his little bed.

When his hands leave you its difficult not to whimper at the loss of touch, and he bends to pick up the child, and ascend up the stairs without saying another word.

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A Bad Feeling Pt 1

Levi x Reader

Part 1

Paring: Levi Ackerman x Cadet reader

Warnings: 18+ attempted rape/assault, cursing, mention of injury, violence

Summary: Reader feels uncomfortable around a overly friendly captain. Are they just over reacting? Or is there something else going on. What will Levi do when he finds out?

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A.n. ok so I literally wrote this in one go, it's probably trash but I wanted to post it anyway. Please lemme know what you think in the comments! Thank you!

"Y/n! captain Oro is asking for you" you did your best to hide the discomfort Armins words made you feel.

You smiled what you hoped was a convincing one and nodded. With a deep breath you made your way to Captains Oro's office.

Ever since you had been introduced to him those few weeks ago, he had taken a special liking to you. At first you had been excited, having such a highly skilled and well known captain take notice of you was one of the best feelings. Especially since your squad leader, Levi wasn't exactly heavy on praise.

Everyone loved Captain Oro, he was known for his strength and stamina on the battle field. He was both charismatic, and charming. Your fellow cadets practically swooned over him. You couldn't help but also get caught up in his perfection. At first that is..

Over time you noticed things about your meetings that put you on edge. An unnecessary shoulder touch here, a too low pat on the back there. Something was off. And although you had done your best to distance yourself from him, it was hard when your squads often had to work together.

But it was hard to say anything against him because even your cold blooded captain seemed to enjoy his presence.

Once you brought it up to your friend Sasha, about how you felt he was being too friendly. But she waved her hand and basically said you were worrying for nothing, he was just a friendly guy. And you were being dramatic.

Maybe you were overreacting? If captain levi approved of him, surely that meant he was a decent person right? Maybe he was just being really really friendly.

You decided to give him a chance and knocked on his door when you finally arrived.

"Come in" a muffled voice came from the other side.

With a click you entered the candlelit room. It was nearing sundown after all.

"Ah cadet y/n! Perfect, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something?" He smiled angelically and gestured towards a parchment on his desk.

"Of course sir" you nodded and approached him, reminding yourself of what sasha said. Just relax.

From the way the parchment was positioned you had no choice but to come to his side of the desk.

"Do you see this area here?" He gestured to what you now saw was a map. "What do you think of leading a squad through here instead of what we originally planned?"

The next 30 minutes you spent completely and professionally discussing strategies. Being the member of your squad that was best at this, made him asking for you completely justified. You felt bad for ever doubting his intentions.

"Thank you y/n, I think I have a better idea of what course we should pursue on our next expedition" he smiled sincerely.

"I'm glad I could be of service" you nodded and allowed a relaxed smile to pass your features. Feeling stupid you had judged him so harshly.

" If you wouldnt mind just one more thing?" You nodded as he pulled out a stack of papers.

"If you could look over this report of the last mission before I send it out? See if theres anything else to add?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to Captain" you grabbed the stack.

"And please if you can, return them to me tonight, I'll need them for the meeting bright and early"

"Yes sir, I'll finish it asap, good evening" and with that you exused yourself.

Tonight? It was already sundown. Well whatever, hes so busy he probably doesn't know what time of day it is.

You found a quiet spot amonsgt the crowds in the common room and got to work.

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"Oi brat, it's passed curfew, go to your room now, we have important work tommorow" the unmistakable voice of your captain rang through the now empty hall.

You looked up in surprise and meet his usual scowl, not even realizing how late it had gotten.

"Hai, s-sorry captain, I'll go now" you gathered the report and quickly left, not wanting to receive another scolding for taking too long.

Oh crap you still had to deliever the report. Changing routes you snuck quietly down the familiar hallways. Not particularly feeling like running into Levi again. Something about him always made you act just a little dumber and it was definitely not because of your non existent crush on him...definitely not.. he was just intimidating is all.

*knock knock*

You waited patiently but there was no answer. Crap did he already go to bed? But he knew I was coming? Ugh what should I do? He needs these reports..

With a sigh you change direction again and head for his personal chambers. There was no way you were getting in trouble for not delivering these reports on time.

You smiled when you saw dim light flood from beneath the door.

Lightly you knocked, "Captain Oro, its y/n, sorry it's so late but I have the rep-" you were cut off abruptly when the door swung open and there stood Oro.

Except he looked nothing like the Oro you were used too seeing. His hair was loose from it's normal slicked back do, and the edges were dripping slightly. His shirt was loosely thrown on revealing a decent amount of skin. He must've just bathed.. you could see why the girls were so obsessed with him. He was, platonically speaking, a very gorgeous man.

You were taken aback but reminded yourself that you did knock after hours so of course he wasnt going to be all soldiered up.

"U-um s-sorry Captain, I have the reports" you averted your eyes and shoved the reports in his direction.

"Ah y/n, thank you, would you please put them on my table? My hands are still slightly wet." He laughed holding them up innocently.

"S-sure" god why were you stuttering so much, you fight goddamn titans for a living?! But somehow you were more nervous now than when a 10meter was clawing at you.

You entered the room and tried to avoid looking around too much.

You always wondered what the inside of the higher ups rooms look-

*click*

You whipped around, alarm bells suddenly back in full force.

"Captain what are you-"

"You're such a good girl, you know that y/n?" Oros whole demeanor changed and you cursed yourself for not trusting your earlier instincts.

"U-um" you really did not know what to say or do as he took a couple steps closer.

"Always so obedient for me, I think you deserve a reward don't you?"

Shit

"That's not...that's not necessary captain, I really should be going" you tried to lunge for the door but he was quicker and much much stronger.

"I don't believe I dismissed you cadet..." he purred pinning your arms to the door in the blink of an eye.

You were by no means weak, but your struggles were useless against him.

"Let me go" it took all your strength not to stutter in fear.

"How adorable, you know I love it when you follow my orders so well, but I think..." you shivered in disgust as you felt his lips near your neck and press down.

"I'd like to see you fight me as well" you whimpered as he sucked and bit down on the soft flesh.

"S-stop it, p-please" he smirked and looked into your fearful eyes with his lustful ones. "Stop? But that's not what you really want is it? You see I know exactly how girls like you are" he chuckled darkly and moved one of his hands to grip both your arms, while the other slid lower. You gasped when he cupped your breast. "S-stop! I'll, ill scream If you don't!" You felt a tear slide down your shaking form.

"Scream?" He snickered like you had told the funniest joke.

"Go ahead and scream doll, itll be very interesting to see what happens"

"W-what?" You were utterly confused.

"Think about it, if someone walks in on us, what would they think? Seeing a cadet after hours in her superiors chambers?"

"B-but I! I was bringing the reports i wasn't-!"

"Do you honestly think theyll care what you have to say? Who do you think theyll believe y/n? You a nobody cadet who's been fighting titans for 3 seconds? Or me, a selfless hero whos saved countless of scouts lives? All I have to tell them is that you came into my room and tried to seduce me. When I tried to restrain you, you screamed. Who do you think theyll listen too? Why else would you be here so late at night?"

"Y-You're..you're insane, you're not a hero, y-you're a coward who-" he grasped your jaw harshly causing you to wince.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours y/n" he squeezed harder. I am your superior after all, and we wouldnt want any nasty rumors going around that would have you suspended from the survey corps now would we?" He bent down and to your horror pressed his lips against yours.

Fuck fuck what do I do?!? Hes blackmailing me now. I cant fight him, hes too strong, think think think.

But your mind was blank when his cold lips pressed against your lips again. "Open your mouth" he ordered in a voice laced with animilistac lust.

You abruptly turned your head away desperate to get away.

"Heh, always such a tease" he traced a finger up and down your cheek, flipping over your lips. "I'll enjoy this-"

"CAPTAIN ORO, COMMANDER ERWIN REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN HIS OFFICE IMMEDIATELY" a voice shouts from the other side of the locked door.

With an annoyed sigh, Oro pulls away slightly, "Did he say why?" He lazily looks over in the direction of the door.

"NO SIR!"

"guess it can't be helped... Alright tell him I'll be there shortly" he yelled out.

"Hai" the footsteps recended and you stood deathly still.

He pulled away from you and you immediately pulled your wrists to you, they were an angry red, and it scared you how much strength he had so effortlessly displayed.

"Sorry doll, it looks like we'll have to continue this another night" he stepped away and began dressing normally as if he hadn't just been assaulting you 5 second ago. You quickly make for the door but his voice falters your step, "Oh and y/n?"

You dont look at him, but fear held you in place until he finished, "If you mention our little moment to anyone, you know what will happen" you nodded quickly, anything to appease him and get out.

When the door shut behind you, you felt the flood of tears break through.

D-did, d-did that really happen?!?

You held a hand to quiet your sobs and quickly dashed through the hallways.

You're heart thumped and you felt the need to vomit. You hadn't felt this way since the first time youd encounted a titan. All you wanted to do was get to the safety of your room, just through the hall.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on you when a cold voice shouted out and halted your movements. Please not now, oh god any time but now.

"Oi cadet y/n are you deaf as well as dumb? I asked you a question.

"Why are you out past curfew?" he sounded definitely annoyed and you gathered all your strength to hold the sobs out of your voice.

Without turning around you answered, "I-I had to deliver some r-reports..I'll head to my room now.." you stepped forward hoping he would let you go but you were not so lucky.

"Oi brat, did you hit your head? I didn't dismiss you yet. Not to mention you haven't even addressed me properly, maybe some time cleaning up horse shit will remind you how to respect your superiors" fuck he was definitely angry now.

Still you didn't turn around, you couldn't..."S-sorry Captain Levi, I'll do better in the future.." you barely could even focus on the words coming out of your mouth, your heart was beating a mile a minute. Please just leave me alone!

"Hahh" Levi uttered in disbelief and severe annoyance, even the most novice of cadets turn around when being spoken to by a superior. "Are you trying to piss me off brat?!?"

"No sir..." still you didnt turn around, but gulped in fear when you heard sharp footsteps near you.

"Cadet y/n, you have three seconds to turn around and salute me properly before I throw you into the cells for insubordination" he ordered in his dangerously calm voice, that you never thought would be directed at you.

Having no other choice you slowly turn around, hoping to god the darkness of the room would be enough to hide your current state.

You kept your head down, letting your hair fall over your face, but gave a proper salute. Hiding the Wince that came when the tender flesh of your wrist had to bend.

Your eyes were trained on the floor. And you tried to remember how to breathe normally again.

"At least you remember how to-" abruptly his harsh scolding stopped.

Why did he stop?! Fuck did he notice something. No no calm down, he probably just is coming up with another punishment...right?

Wrong...

Levi was far from being done with dicisplining you but he caught sight of your bruised wrist and furrowed his brows immediately. He knew for a fact the last time you spoke in the hall those had not been there. He was quick to take in the rest of your demeanor and knew immediately that the reason you were acting disrespectful was because something was wrong.

"Cadet y/n.." he said suspiciously slow and not full of anger anymore.

"Y-yes?" Please dont ask me, please dont ask me, please dont-

"Look at me"

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Part 2 here

Okay so that's part 1! Please comment and lemme know what you think🥰also I'm super sensitive so please no hateful comments. Thanks for reading!

[angelsfalling16]

do you have any fic recs set before established relationship where baz kisses simon first?? theres a severe lack of those fics in this fandom.

Tbh, I don’t read snowbaz fics very often, so this was a little difficult to answer, but not wanting to leave you with nothing, I went in search of some fics where Baz kisses Simon first. Sadly, even after scanning through over 6 pages of “first kiss” fics, I only found two. That was when I realized just how much this fandom was lacking those fics, which is rather unfortunate.

However, I am hopeful that there are fics that I didn’t find, so if anyone else has some recs, please add them to this post!

Here are the two that I found, with the summaries:

The Treasure by Zirijava (1.5k, T)

The Christmas Ball at Watford is coming up and an odd looking map was left for Simon, but what will he find at the "x"?

You’ve Got Leaves in Your Hair by @gampyre (1.8k, T)

A pile of leaves plays matchmaker to two idiots in love

I wasn’t planning on recommending my own fics, but since those two were all I found, here are the ones that I found that I wrote. (It’s still not a lot compared to the number of fics I’ve written, but it’s something.)

Friends Don’t French Kiss (30k, T)

Simon and Baz have one of their many arguments, but this time, it ends with them going on fake dates and trying to compete to see who would make a better boyfriend.

(Fair warning: it’s a bit of a slowburn with a sequel, but Baz does eventually kiss Simon first)

Let It Snow (3.9k, T)

Prompt: we always carpool home for the holidays from college but a storm hit and now we’re taking the last room at the local b&b (bonus: bedsharing! we’re adults!)

A Cute Bodyguard and Only One Bed (2k, T)

Prompt: There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling + You’re my new bodyguard and you’re cute.

Baz is hired as Simon's bodyguard, which is not the easiest of tasks, especially when Simon keeps trying to lose him.

The Ugly Christmas Sweater (1k, T)

Prompt: “How much for the ugly Christmas sweater?”

Magic and Mistletoe (877 words, T)

Prompt: “Person A tries to get their friends to kiss under the mistletoe, and they completely forget about their crush on Person B until they both end up under the mistletoe.”

An Awkward Dinner and A Gentle Kiss (934 words, T)

Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and i’m so sorry

The Family You Choose (2.5k, G)

Baz is hurting after something that his father said to him, and Simon is there to comfort him.

Heated Gaze (3k, T)

Baz dreams of a future with Simon but knows that he can never have what he wants. But when Simon starts acting strangely, Baz begins to wonder if he was wrong.

I won’t say I’m in love (1.7k, T)

Prompt: “You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” “I lied.”

Almost Gone (1.9k, G)

Trigger Warning: self-harm

Simon Snow doesn't want to be the chosen one anymore, and Baz doesn't know how to help him.

I hope this is what you were looking for, nonnie! Sorry I couldn’t find much <3 (Also, I feel like “baz kisses simon first” should become an ao3 tag, and I might go and put it on these fics as well as future fics)

[bakusdumptruck]

Bakusquad Crack Post Pt.2

Hello you beautiful bitches 😌 hope you had a good day today! I was stuck on what I was going to write and decided to make a side story on what happened with the LoV in the first part! So now i’ll give you high bakusquad ft. The LoV🤩

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Pairing: Aged up Bakusquad x gn!Y/n x LoV 

Warnings: Use of marijuana, swearing, injuries, slight manga spoilers

Summary: Bakusquad gets kidnapped by the Lov, but it turns out better than expected.  

✨QUICK RECAP ✨

You and the Bakusquad were v e r y faded chilling on a hill watching the stars 

A nomu pops out of no where and you all start attacking, but completely miss

The nomu starts chasing you and ends up knocking everyone out 

OKAY NOW LETS GET IT 😈

So... you got kidnapped by the infamous League of Villains

B💥: *waking up* “Fucking shit what hap- oh shit hey crusty 😏 never thought i’d be here again.”

ST(Shiggy)🧴: “Never thought you’d be this easy to catch you little bitch”

B💥: “WHO YOU CALLIN A LITTLE BITCH YOU FLAKEY FU-”

Y/n🥵: *evil/scary ass voice* “Bakugou if you don’t shut the fuck up right now i’ll let his flakey ass disintegrate you. You’re beING TOO FUCKING LOUD 😃🔪”

B💥: “uh... where’d you get that knife from :D”

K💪🏼: “Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment but shouldn’t we be concerned that we got kidnapped.”

M💅🏽: “I agree... We literally got kidnapped by the people who want to kill us.”

S🕷: “Oh shit, that’s who they are? No wonder they looked so familiar.”

All: 👁👄👁

ST🧴: “Ya’ll are dumber than I expected... anyway we want you guys to join us. You all have powerful quirks, especially you Baku-”

B💥: “YAWWNNNN. No thank you. I already said no.”

ST🧴: “Did you just s a y the word yawn 🙃 *scratching neck* You’re pissing me off. I’ll just kill you then.”

S🕷: “Hold on mr.saltine, before you kill bakubro can we smoke our last joint? This weed was expensive and I AM NOT letting it go to waste. Plus I have even more and it needs to be gone before I die.” 

M💅🏽: “Sero please tell me you didn’t bring your stoner pack.”

S🕷: *pulls out his so called “Seros Super Stoner Pack”*

Shiggy’s starting to regret his life choices.

All of a sudden Dabi pops out of no where

DB🔥: “Is that weed? I smell weed. Where is it.”

 Sero had the most amazing idea, but not for them to escape no, he has had the most amazing idea to make sure he finishes his weed.

S🕷: “...Wanna smoke with us 👀 I already rolled a joint and I can roll at least 4 more. Don’t wanna let it all go to waste 😃”

DB🔥: “Let them out of the cuffs. I need to smoke.”

At this point Shigaraki is over everything and decides to smoke to distract himself from the stupidity.

So, ya know, Sero does his thing and hands yall the other papers to roll up

*30 minutes and 5 joints later...*

DB🔥: “NO BUT LIKE ENDEAVOR IS A FUCKING B I T C H. HE CAN KISS MY BURNT ASS.”

 This smoke session somehow turned into a therapy session. 

DB🔥: “I KNOW HE’S MY DAD BUT HOLY SHIT. FUCKER PUSHED ME INTO FAKING MY OWN FUCKING DEATH AND NOW HERE I AM. IM BURNT, MUSTY, AND STUCK WITH THIS CRUSTY ASS BITCH.”

Y/n🥵: *patting his back* “There there, let it out... uhuh just like that”

DB🔥: “I CAN’T EVEN FUCKING CRY. MY TEAR DUCTS ARE BURNT AND I FEEL DUMB AS FUCK CRYING WITH NO TEARS. I LOOK FUCKING CONSTIPATED.”

ST🧴: “Bitch please, you look constipated all the time.”

DB🔥: “Square the fuck up. 😃 Right now.”

D⚡️: “So... we just gon ignore the fact that he’s Endeavors “dead” son?”

Eventually Dabi lets everything off of his chest and goes off pouting in your arms

To lighten up the mood Sero connects his phone to his speaker and picks whatever song came up first 

It was WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

Denki was the first one to get up and starts to rap the first verse. He knew it word for word.

Sero joined in after but also started dancing

Mans was MOVING them hips. Them shits were swaying like it was nobody’s business 💅🏽

WAIT SO HEAR ME OUT,  I feel like Bakugou would be a completely different person when he’s high

Yeah he’s still angry and shit but he’d be sooooo fucking funny

 This bitch would get up all of a sudden and be like 

B💥: “YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG FUCKER. THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING MOVE”

Then he starts aggressively twerking anyway he can 😭

He’s twerking on the wall, on the floor, ON PEOPLE  

You all eventually form a circle around him and start hyping him up

LMAOO ITS LIKE THAT DANCE CIRCLE AT SCHOOL DANCES AND EVERYONE HAS THEIR PHONE OUT

Y/n🥵: “BEST FRIEND SHOW EM YOUR MOVES”

K:💪🏼: “GO, OUUU YUH GET IT I GUESS 💅🏽... OKAY IM NEXT BEST FRIEND. GET THE CAMERA 🤩”

KIRI FUCKING PUSHES HIM OUT 

K💪🏼: “dougie 🤪 hype me up 😤🥵”

He does it REALLY bad, but that’s not gonna stop the hype 

ST🧴: “AHAHAHA WHY HE MOVIN LIKE THAT. MANS STIFF AS FUCK”

M💅🏽: “Like you can do any better than that 😗”

ST🧴: “Baby please, watch this”

Shiggy starts voguing... and he’s really fucking good. 

All: “💀”

DB🔥: “HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUCKING GOLD . YO GUYS GET THE FUCK OUT YOUR ROOMS. Hehe he’s gonna regret doing this. ”

The rest of the LoV members come out and are shocked 

They don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or be disgusted 

TG🔪: “Dabi... is he okay, wait a minute... wHEN DID THEY GET HERE”

SP🐊: “...I’m going back to my room.”

TW👺: “OUU YUH SHIGGY. GET IT BITCH- this is so fucking disgusting.”

Mr.Compress and Kurogiri don’t even bother to see whats happening

Once the most iconic part of the song pops up YOU AND MINA GO OFF.

M💅🏽: “OUT OF THE WAY BITCHES. ITS THE BADDIES TURN.”

Holy fuck can y/n and Mina marry me already. p l e a s e.

Yall hitting every beat, every move, THE ATTITUDE. Yes. A+. 1000/10

Everyone was screaming their asses off and jumping around

After WAP, Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low played

DB🔥: “OHHH SHIT ITS MY TIME WHORES”

Dabi pulls out a guitar and amp out of thin air and plays his fucking heart out.

Bakugou finds drums and plays like theres no tomorrow

Sero finds a bass and joins in 

Y/n🥵: “What the fuck 😃 why is this so good 😃”

The rest of you starts head banging and singing along

K💪🏼: “TAKE A BREATH DONT IT SOUND SO EASY, NEVER HAD A DOUBT NOW IM GOING CRAZY WATCHING FROM THE FLOOR”

M💅🏽: “waYMENT- I THOUGHT HE COULDN’T SING. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM 😳”

Denki adds harmony to the next part

K💪🏼D⚡️: “TAKE A BREATH AND LET THE REST COME EASY, NEVER SETTLE DOWN CAUSE THE CASH FLOW LEAVES ME. ALWAYS, WANTING MORE”

Y/n🥵: “DENKI YOU TOO??? I’m going to pass away. This is too muCH. I’M GOING TO SIMP PLEASE.”

Oop, the best part’s coming up... who’s singing next?👀

DB🔥: “IT WAS NEVER A PHASE MOM. ITS A LIFE STYLE- CAUSE I GOT YOUR PICTURE IM COMING WITH YOU DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN THERES A STORY AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOTTLE AND IM THE PEN.”

That shit was chefs fucking kiss. Dabi has the perfect voice for this song.

At this point you, Mina, and Shiggy were on the floor with tears streaming down your faces.

When yall thought it couldn’t get any better, Bakugou and Sero start harmonizing for the last part 💅🏽

B💥S🕷: MAKE IT COUNt WHEN IM THE ONE WHOS SELLING YOU OUT CAUSE IT FEELS LIKE STEALING HEARTS CALLING YOUR NAME FROM THE CROWD”

Dead. You flat lined. Your limit has been passed and now you’re a hard core simp. 

Mina was so glad she started recording because there definitely won’t be another opportunity.  

Y/n🥵: “Guys... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. HOW CAN YOU PULL INSTRUMENTS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND PLAY PERFECTLY. KIRI WHERE THE HELL DID THE VOICE COME FROM.”

The boys were sweating and out of breath. They just did a whole performance in the hide out with zero practice.

They stared at each other at the end for a little bit and excitedly hyped themselves up. 

Dabi spoke about starting a band forgetting about his occupation and why the bakusquad was there in the first place

Honestly this moment was precious. The villains and aspiring hero’s were getting along because of the weed in their system. This just proves how weed can solve all your problems 💅🏽

*knock knock* “Doordash delivery”

ST🧴: “Oh, when did you guys order food?”

S🕷: “We didn’t order food...”

ST🧴: “... FUCKING SHIT NOT AGA-”

The pro hero’s busted in 🤩

DB🔥: “KUROGIRIIII. GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.”

And just like the the LoV escaped

M💅🏽: “Ya kno what, I honestly forgot where we were.”

B💥: “Same.”

K💪🏼: “We were having too much fun...”

D⚡️: “Ughhh why’d they come so early 😫 we were boutta start a band 🥺”

S🕷: “Wait... why were we here again??”

Y/n🥵: “Sero...baby, maybe you should lay off the weed for a bit 💀”

Aizawa walked in and shot his scarf out to all of you. He made sure to make them uncomfortably tight and pulled you guys right to him.

A🐱: 👺👹*gremlin noises*👺👹

Lol you guys are fucked. 

HELLOOOOO I hope you guys enjoyed this story of what went on when the squad got kidnapped!! Honestly my account is gonna have ALOT of bakusquad scenarios since I literally love all of them so much. Not a day goes by where I’m not thinking about hanging out with them 😭 Credits to jazzmonster for the gif 😌 once I saw it I knew I had to use it. Anywayy thank you all so much for the support :’-) I didn’t think people would actually like the stuff I write since its all over the place 😫 Hope you have a good rest of your day/night 🖤

[justcourttee]

Love, Right?

This was an ask from AO3, but I loved it so much and wanted to post it here too.

vasiliassuns asked: aaaaa!! i love all these one shots so much:)! would it be any trouble to ask for the waynes (minus alfred, he knows all) being in paris to research ladybug and accidentally see marinette transform before watching her whoop ass? (i know theres a lot of fics with this in the damianette tag, but aa!! such a good trope,,,and your writing is awesome.) its totally cool if not! i also wanna add that im super excited for the next chapter:) seriously tho your writing is awesome and i adore it

If you had told Damian Al Ghul Wayne that he would discover the love of his life in a shotty alleyway in Paris, France, he would’ve laughed in your face.

Yet there he was, his heart racing a million times a minute as he watched her swing into action sending the akumatized person sailing with a solid kick to their chest.

‘Flawless Execution, I couldn’t have done it better myself.’

Damian ignored the crowds pushing against him trying to take cover in the nearest shelter. He knew that by now his family would’ve seen his transmission from the camera contacts that Barbara had provided them before leaving Gotham. They would also be racing toward the battle hoping to catch a glimpse of how these victims communicated with the notorious Hawkmoth.

He turned the corner colliding into three other rushing bodies.

They all fell to the ground with a groan, each holding their own heads with equal scowls directed at the others. Damian was the first to find his feet as he crossed her arms, glaring down on his mess of brothers. Three voices filled the alleyway simultaneously, all as panicked at the other.

“Damian was that the coffee goddess-”

“Damian was that the flying angel from the acrobat gym-”

“Damian was that your girlfriend-”

Everyone silenced as their gazes shifted to where Jason stood. He only shrugged his shoulders in response, that familiar smirk pulling at his lips.

“She’s not my girlfriend Todd.” Damian tried to say it with the straightest face he could manage but he could do nothing to hide the red that had crept up his cheeks.

“Well, whatever she is doesn’t matter. What does matter is that the flying angel is Ladybug! That information would’ve been helpful earlier. We were already hanging out in civilian form, I mean, we could’ve been having our top-secret meetings without the masks!”

“Dick, some of us care about our secret identities unlike you.”

Dick pouted as Tim elbowed his side.

“All I’m saying is that if she can trust me to catch her 40 feet above the ground, then she should be able to trust me with her secret identity.”

“It’s not like she knows our identity’s Richard.” Damian narrowed his eyes at the older boy essentially silencing his continuous whining. “Besides, she probably didn’t want to harm us. If we showed care for her superheroine side, then Hawkmoth could try to attack us to get to her.”

Jason flailed his hand around mocking Damian’s speech behind his head earning a giggle from the others. Damian’s whole face flushed red as he tried to count backward from 10 to avoid killing Jason.

A blur of red landed in front of him, her slightly flushed face staring above them, as determined as ever.

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

Her eyes darted down to meet his, a slightly surprised look crossing her face.

“Gentlemen, please return to the shelter. It’s not safe right now.”

The boys stared at each other, calculating their best chances of regrouping if they split now. She swung off before she heard their answer shielding them from the oncoming blow. Damian wanted to rush to her side and help her back to her feet but it wasn’t the right moment.

As they made their way back toward the shelter, Damian’s mind was racing a million times a minute.

The quiet girl with a load of sass who helped him study French couldn’t be the bold superheroine who fought crime on a daily basis right? It seemed illogical.

Yet the more he thought about it, the more he could see it. The way she stood up in class to Chloe and Lila whenever they attacked him, the way she could maneuver around every situation within mere seconds of seeing how it would play out, the way those same blue eyes would shine with determination when she knew she was the smartest one in the room and was only being challenged to prove it.

“I’m so stupid.”

“Wait, can you say that again? I wanna make it my ringtone.”

Damian stuck his foot out as he skidded to a stop taking joy in seeing Todd tumble to the ground, a satisfying rip coming from his new leather jacket.

“Ah, c’mon man, it was just a joke!”

A small scream of terror caught their attention. A girl stood in the middle of the cobblestone, clinging to a stuffed bear, the Akuma looming over her as if ready to strike. Damian knew he couldn’t make it quick enough, but damn if he wasn’t going to try.

The Akuma's hand came down before he had even moved an inch, a sickening smack turning Damian’s stomach. As the dust cleared, Damian raced forward, intent on beheading any man who dared to lay hands on a child so small, but the Akuma was nowhere in sight.

The only thing that was left was a breathless Ladybug, dropped to her knees in front of the small girl, a white butterfly fluttering into the sky.

“Mar-Ladybug!”

Her head perked up at the sound of Damian’s voice as he fell beside her, checking her over for any injuries.

“I’m fine Damian, please, check on the girl.”

As if Damian needed any more confirmation that Ladybug was Marinette. Here she was not even denying that she knew him in that cute stammering manner she did. With a small nod, he turned to check over the girl, making sure the Akuma hadn’t bruised her.

Beside him, Ladybug stumbled to her feet throwing her Miraculous Cure into the air. Instantly, Damian noticed all the damage disappearing under the blinding lights as if the battle had never happened in the first place. He wanted to ask her how the magic behind it worked, but the sound of a shout cut him off.

“Oi! Get back here you little brat! I’m not done teaching you a lesson for eating my food!”

Instantly the girl in his arms became smaller. Ladybug noticed it as well as her eyes hardened, almost daring the man to take a step forward.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to stop right there. You were just a victim of Hawkmoth’s powers and need to be checked over by Chat Noir.”

The blonde hero nodded warily as if ready to attack from behind if things went south.

“I ain’t doing any of that. This child right here is mine and needs to be taught a lesson one way or another.”

Ladybug glanced behind her at the small girl’s silent tears as she clung to Damian’s arms as if they were her lifeline.

“You will be doing no such thing. In fact, by the end of today, she will no longer be your child. I suggest you leave now sir, I wouldn’t want things to get ugly.”

The man had the audacity to laugh. It fueled the rage inside Damian, but he refused to let go of the girl. He feared that if he did, she would run.

“What are you gonna do? You superheroes can’t touch me if I’m not akumatized.”

In a flash, he lunged forward. Ladybug wasn’t even fazed as she sidestepped him, pushing his head down into the cobblestone below. It was only one blow, but he was out cold, a small split on his forehead.

Damian couldn’t help the way his jaw hung.

“Medic, he’s going to need stitches. Sir,” Damian shook the shock from his face as he met her eyes. “This child seems to have taken a liking to you, would you mind taking her to the police station for me? Tell them I will be there soon to make my report and check on her.”

Damian nodded, unable to find his voice as those intimidating eyes stared down into his.

“And one more thing, I’ll be checking in with you later as well. It seems we have much to talk about little bird.”

Damian’s entire face flushed red as she swung off with her partner, his eyes never leaving her figure until she was out of sight. The sound of pounding feet on the pavement brought him back to reality as his brother’s skidded in front of him, their faces as impressed as his.

“Hey Damian, this is your fair warning. If you don’t date her, I might.”

“Ditto.”

“Me three.”

Damian stumbled over his denial as he watched his brother’s burst into laughter. Dick gathered the young girl from his arms, cooing at her until she was calm once more, allowing him to finally stand.

“You all are not worthy of her, only I am.”

Jason crossed his arms mocking Damian’s half pout as he and Tim shared another laugh at the murderous look in his eyes. He could care less what these imbeciles thought, the only thing that mattered was what she did.

And he couldn’t wait to find out.

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[bibbawrites]

She - Carrie Wilson x Female Reader (SMUT 18+)

Request: girl x girl with Carrie having a bad day cause of Julie and needs to let off the anger with giving the reader an/some orgasm(s)?

Word Count: 1770 words

Summary: after being upstaged by julie at the school spirit rally carrie needs a way to work her anger out, and you are more than happy to be of assistance 

Warnings: sex (obviously), oral sex (female receiving), fingering, use of sex toys, swearing, overstimulation, slight dom

A/N: i finally got the motivation to write this and i dont completely hate it which is good haha sorry for any mistakes in editing, i got a bit lazy and just skim read it while cuddling a kitten lol so if theres any mistakes thats why  also no hate to julie or flynn but obviously carrie’s girlfriend wouldn’t like them and neither does carrie so yeah thats why they get shit on   anyways, hope you enjoy!!!

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“I swear Molina does this shit on purpose, just to piss me off.” Carrie ranted as the two of you walked down the hallway after the spirit rally.

“Do you know how hard I worked on that routine? And she just has to go and upstage me with some stupid fucking hologram act? Which came out of nowhere, might I add.” She continued, and you nodded, not wanting to sat the wrong thing and make it worse. 

You stood back and watched as your girlfriend confronted Julie, rolling your eyes at Nick who decided to step in. He never truly knew how to deal with Carrie. He followed as Carrie walked away and you hurried to catch up, grabbing onto your girfriend’s hand as she repeated her rant from earlier. 

The bell rang as Carrie turned to walk away, pulling you along with her. 

“Where are we going? Science is the other way.” You questioned. Carrie shook her head. 

“We’re not going to science.” She replied, pulling you into a janitors closet and shutting the door behind you. 

“Oh.” You said, understanding the situation. 

Carrie pulled you towards her, your lips crashing against hers. She tasted like she always did, like her favourite peach lipgloss and mint. Kissing Carrie was like the perfect duet, her lips were made to intertwine with yours. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Carrie shoving you against the wall, her lips moving from yours to trail down your neck, sucking marks into your skin as she went. 

“Carrie.” You mumbled. “Are we really gonna do this here?” 

She took a step back, eyeing you carefully, before pulling out her phone and pressing it to her ear. 

“Dad? I need you to call the school and excuse me and Y/N for the rest of the day.” She spoke and your eyes widened. You could hear the muffled sound of Carrie’s dad talking on the other end. She bit her lip. 

“It’s a girl problem.” She said after a moment. Her dad replied and a smile appeared on your girlfriend’s face. 

“Yes that kind of girl problem. Poor Y/N is feeling horrible, the cramps are just so bad on the first day of her cycle.” Carrie put on a sympathetic voice and after a moment she gave you a thumbs up and said goodbye to her father before hanging up. 

“How good are you at acting?” She questioned. You shrugged. 

“Decent enough, why?” You replied.

“My dad is coming to pick us up and drop us home at my house. You’re having a really bad period and you need to get some rest.” 

You nodded in understanding, and together you made your way outside, waiting for Trevor to arrive, and once he did you made sure to clutch at your stomach and lean on your girlfriend as she helped you into the car. 

“Do you need anything Y/N?” Trevor asked, as he drove the two of you home. “I can get whatever pads or tampons you need, and I can heat up a heat pack or get medication for your cramps.” 

Your heart swelled at the caring gesture. 

“I should be okay with just a lie down.” You replied. “But I’ll let you know if I need anything. Thank you.” 

“Of course. Anything to make you more comfortable.” Trevor responded as he pulled the car into the driveway. 

“I’ll go get you girls some pizza. I know Carrie loves comfort foods on her period.” He offered. You and Carrie exchanged a look, but agreed, and before you knew it you were flopping down onto your girlfriend’s king sized bed. 

“I feel kinda guilty.” You admitted. Carrie sighed. 

“Me too. Why does he have to be such a good dad?” She groaned. 

“Too late now to backtrack.” You said. Carrie nodded, rolling closer to you and pulling you into her arms. 

“Guess we should just make the most of our time together then.”

- 

An hour and several slices of pizza later and Carrie and you had her whole house to yourselves, with her dad leaving for some meeting that would take several hours. 

Carrie had been staring at the wall for the past 15 minutes and you were starting to get worried about your girlfriend. You moved slightly, placing a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to look at you. 

“Are you okay?” You questioned. 

“Just thinking about Julie again.” She explained, an annoyed look appearing on her face. 

“You need to forget about her babe. She’s not worth your time.” You stated, but Carrie ignored you, staring back at the wall again. 

“I just can’t believe she upstaged me after all the hard work we put into our performance.” She ranted. You took her hand. 

“If it makes you feel better, I thought that Dirty Candy was better by far.” You said, squeezing her hand. 

“You have to say that, you’re my girlfriend.” She rolled her eyes, but the light blush on her cheeks told you that she appreciated the compliment. You fell into silence for a moment, before an idea popped into your head. 

“Carrie.” You said. 

“What?” She replied, without even looking at you. 

“Remember that time that Flynn called me your bitch and I got so pissed off at her and you worked my anger out with some of the hottest sex we’ve ever had?” You asked. That got her attention, and she turned to look at you. 

“Yeah?” Her eyes lingered on your lips for a few seconds. 

“Use me.” You stated. She bit her lip. 

“You sure?” She checked. You nodded. 

“Positive. I’m all yours to do whatever you want to me.” You assured her. 

“In that case...” Carrie sat up, her look suddenly very serious. “Take off your clothes. Now.” 

You obeyed, pulling your Dirty Candy t-shirt and your denim shorts quickly, and after a quick glance at Carrie, stripped your underwear and bra off too. 

“Lie down.” Carrie instructed, and you did as she said. You watched as she moved down her bed and spread your legs, her eyes never once leaving yours. 

She lent down and licked a strip up your pussy and you moaned loudly, not holding back since you knew that Trevor was gone. 

Carrie smirked, before moving to eat you out, her tongue swirling against your clit as she inserted a finger into you. 

“Carrie.” You moaned out, and she grazed her teeth along your clit as a response. 

“Holy shit.” You muttered, tangling your fingers through her hair. 

She added a second finger and your head fell back in pleasure. She really wasn’t holding back. You could feel the familiar feeling of your orgasm pooling in your stomach. 

“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.” You breathed out, and she ignored you, curling her fingers inside you to hit your g-spot. You gasped loudly. 

“Carrie, please.” You moaned. 

“Cum for me baby.” She said, her mouth never leaving your clit, and the vibrations sent you tumbling over the edge, cumming with a loud moan of her name. 

She worked you through your orgasm before moving away, and you shut your eyes to take a moment. The bed dipped as Carrie climbed back onto it, and before you could react she was pressing a vibrator to your already sensitive clit. 

“Carrie, what?” You asked, eyes opening quickly. 

“You didn’t think I’d stop at one, did you?” She teased, pressing the vibrator against you again, causing your already sensitive body to twitch. You bit your lip, unable to respond. She grinned at you. 

“How many orgasms have you had in one go before?” She questioned. 

“Three.” You answered. She paused, thinking. 

“You can do more than that.” She decided, and your eyes widened. You opened your mouth to reply but she pressed the vibrator to your clit again, this time turning the level on the vibrator up. You squirmed, not even having time to warn her before your second orgasm hit. 

Smirking, Carrie left the vibrator on your clit, holding your hips down with her spare hand to stop you from trying to move away. The intense vibration so soon after your second orgasm had you cumming again in what felt like no time. 

“Please no more. I can’t take it.” You begged. Carrie shook her head. 

“Yes you can baby, I know you can.” She assured you. 

“I can’t Carrie, please.” You whined. She paused. 

“One more.” She decided. You whimpered as her fingers entered you once again, stretching you slightly, before she slid them out and slid the vibrator into you. 

You cried out, hot tears spilling down your cheeks as Carrie put her mouth back onto your clit, every little movement sending shudders through your overly sensitive body. 

“Come on baby, one more, you can do it.” Carrie coaxed, her tongue swirling against your clit. She angled the vibrator to hit your g-spot and that was enough to bring you to your fourth orgasm. 

“Good girl.” Carrie praised, removing the vibrator from you. Your body was shaking and your face was wet with tears. You knew you looked like a wreck. 

“I think we should have a bath.” Carrie decided, helping you into the bathroom. 

She helped you to sit on the closed toilet, before starting the bath, adding in your favourite Lush bubble bar that she always kept for when you were over, and some soothing bath soak. Once she was done she turned back to you. 

“I’ll be right back, okay?” She whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You just nodded, too exhausted to speak. 

Carrie was back in no time, carrying two pairs of soft pyjamas, and some apple juice with ice. She placed them down on the cabinet before turning the water off on the bath and adding in a bath bomb. She lit the candles surrounding the bath before turning her attention to you. 

“Ready to get in?” She questioned. 

“Yeah, I might need some help though.” You replied, your voice shaky. Carrie grinned, walking over to you and wrapping her arm around your waist to help you over to the bath. She helped you climb in before stripping off her clothes and climbing in with you, sitting herself behind you so that you could lean back against her. 

“Feel better now?” You asked in a soft voice. Carrie pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder. 

“I do. Thank you, I love you.” She murmured. 

“I love you too. And anytime, I’ll always be here.” You responded, shutting your eyes as you snuggled against your girlfriend. 

And you meant it. 

[the-bjd-community-confess]

More Divaz confos

Mod: Round two of these, previously: link. There’s some interesting customer reviews in this batch (5 and 8) which may be useful to readers.

1.Vic3mage "the secret bjdivaz vip group is just pictures of boxes coming in and going out". Yeah, between the bitching about d0llshe, asking people to post on doa for them, dunking on ex-customers, posting pics of random doll parts that they can't identify which doll they're supposed to go with, whining about how little money they make, whining when ppl e-mail them, whining. Yeah, other than that it's just boxes, and alpacas u can buy off amazon anyway lol.

~Anonymous

2.The butthurt users crying and guilttripping under every Divaz confession who have never been seen before elsewhere on this blog are extremely unsuspicious and unproblematic and definitely unconnected to Divaz and unbiased in every possible way

/s

~Anonymous

3.idk shit abt bjd1vas but v1cemage i can absolutely tell you the shit about ch0o is 100% accurate, fucker's got a long, long history of being an awful little man that stretches well beyond his involvement in the doll community. between the two i'd still trust bjd1vas over ch00 ch00 the fool any day!

~Anonymous

4.The Z3st and Div4s thing is really silly and both entities were being shady but did they really have to take the DZ waiting room down with them? :( He had even made a separate thread about it......

~Anonymous 

5. RE: BJD Divaz

I’ve been a customer of BJD Divaz since they first started, when it was only run by Chart3rline. I even contacted other BJD companies trying to persuade them to work with Divaz as their US representative. Most declined because they didnt like D's commission fee, but I was able to persuade a few of them.

I asked them to purchase a doll off DOA because I couldnt afford the asking price, and while they did, I found out later that instead of agreeing to purchase the seller's price, they negotiated the price to be lower. This significantly cheaper price was not passed down to me. I paid the full price +the commission fee based on that full price. I am disappointed I was not told this. This is when I stopped viewing them as a "friend" and instead, as a business. I dont hold this against them, it’s context to what Im going to say later.

I’ve stopped purchasing from D after my recent order from them. This company usually takes 3 or less months to make a doll. I’ve ordered the doll from D and it took 11 months. They let me know it arrived to them in March and that it will be shipped soon, except it only shipped on July, and only after I sent them several "reminder" emails. Before people in the comments try to put the blame on me for not sending a reminder soon, please keep in mind that I acknowledged the email in March and confirmed everything and they keep stressing to not send them emails because they are busy, I’ve emailed once every month since. I’ve since switched to ACBJD and Ive been happy with communication and the dolls ordered. I imagine ACBJD gets the same amount of emails, but they dont berate their customers if they email more than once.

I regret when people wanted a D0llshe, but not deal with him, I always recommended D. I would warn people of ordering directly and instead go through D. They assured buyers they would be handling communication and all the efforts so they wouldnt worry, except they didn’t. A person that I’ve recommended D to, who surpassed 2 years, keeps messaging me for help because D wouldnt reply to their emails. She is respectful, sweet and a timid person, not a Karen. This person, emailed D without a reply so would email a week later, only to be told that their email would be pushed down to the bottom if emailed again. No response, so she goes to FB and IG, who both tell her to email because they arent the person running orders. Finally got a response that they would get their refund, after D0llshe sends D's payment, but minus the PP fees. 3 months later and theres no refund, only a promise of them getting it later. Why is the customer missing out on fees when they have no doll? Customer emails d0llshe and he says he cant offer refund, because they didn’t order through them, which is understandable, but when all options are out for a customer, do you blame them for chargebacks?

If anyone files a chargeback, D will be blacklisting them from every company they rep, as in blacklisting you from buying direct from those companies. I urge everyone who has negative experiences with D to email the companies they rep instead of venting on confession blogs, and writing your experiences on social media. Make it count and send letters to the companies they represent, and please provide proof because they will try to make you out to be a liar.

Speaking of, they made vague posts on cl0ver singing for charging paypal fees, and that they offer guarantees as an official dealer, except when offering refunds, to non delivered products I might add, they are keeping the fees, and offered no help with d0llshe, even before they ended their dealership with them. Someone on DOA was told to not email them unless the wait time surpassed 1.5 years. They are even so petty that they post screenshots with the full name and address (dox) of the customer on purpose and then delete it out a day later as if they just realized their "mistake".

Before you try to make excuses for them about the fires, keep in mind, I am dealing with a business. The lower price negotiation with the DOA sale, I am in no way obligated to give them a pass or treat them as a friend when they made it clear that our relationship is strictly business. Their issues, are not my issues. D0lk got dragged for not shipping in time, others, including artisans, got dragged for being so late with communication and sending back refunds for cancelled orders. Why does D get to be exempt?

The supporters are the worst part of this, because of instead of being honest so D can improve, they support them for being "real". For example, look how micemage words it, to make it seem like this criticism is from one person, when there are people on addicts who didn’t have good experience. Check the bjd dealers tag here, you will see the supporters in the comments going off on any and all criticism of D. Some have sane comments, but the majority are cult like and try to identify the person venting as if it’s one person. Addicts deletes threads with criticism asking people to instead direct it to their feedback group; which lets be honest, no one is going to do because its "not that bad", and most dont want to join a new group, which is mostly dead.

This is my first and last confession on D, I’ve emailed each company they rep and told them my experience as well as contacting the 3 month wait company, with screenshots of my order, how they handled it, and the excuse they used to put blame on the company for being so late (package arrived march to D, 4 months to be shipped is on D, not the company). I’m not using company or order details because I know they are petty enough to try to identify me and publicly shame me like they have to others. This and the threat of suing is why not many people like to go public with their experience. They just keep feedback neutral, move on and never deal with again.

~Anonymous

6. Listen, I can't take you seriously in regards to BJD!vas because you're posting on a confession blog. If you were serious, you would have posted in buyer beware groups, DoA reviews or the board to get things resolved, or you would have made a complaint to the BBB. And your language makes you come off more as someone with an agenda rather than someone who is trying to warn people. If shipping is the issue, stop buying with standard shipping and pay the extra price for express shipping. I saw one of you complain that it sat with them for 20 days; that's probably because you're not the only one and they more than likely have a queue to check and then ship out. Do mistakes happen? Yes, because we're human. I've been in this hobby for a few years now and it seems like most people know you're going to have to wait, sometimes even outside the expected wait time. And shipping something as big as a doll is a timely endeavor. I shouldn't have to say that.

My point is simply to stop complaining on an confession board and either take it to the places previously mentioned. Posting here behind the anonymous mask makes you sound like a petulant child who didn't get their way right away.

~Anonymous

7.My only issue with BJD Divaz is how I never get any updates. Every email, they tell me to join their facebook page for status updates. I dont have a FB and I dont want to create one. I bought my doll through their website, updates should be posted on their website, or they could send me an email. That isnt asking much.

~Anonymous

8. Since there seems to be a lot of either "completely negative everything sucks" or "everything was sunshine and rainbows" confessions about bjd!vaz I thought I'd chime in with a neutral review.

PROS

-They were always polite and professional in their emails, and gave me very detailed answers to my questions.

-I got exactly what I ordered, so no mix ups or missing parts or anything like that.

-I think them being forthcoming about personal issues (only one person on staff, illness, the flooding isue etc.) on social media is good, since it keeps customers updated as to why there might be delays.

-If you live in the US their shipping is very reasonable.

CONS

-Reply times were varied. Sometimes it could take over a week, sometimes a couple hours.

-My order took about 10mo which, when comparing to other people who ordered through the same company around the same time, was about 3x as long as if I bought it direct and 2x as long if I had gone through a different dealer. I get some of the waiting time is out of their control, but it was kind of ridiculous.

-They dont necessarily ship the same day they send you a tracking number. I wish they said something like, "Here's your tracking number, our pickup is Xday so it should start moving after that" just so I could be aware.

All in all no major complaints. I got my doll and all that. Their lone employee is clearly overwhelmed. I hope they hire another person, if only to give the one a break.

Truthfully, I most likely won't buy through them again. I'd rather pay the international shipping and go direct, than deal with the extensive wait time. I'd still recommend them to someone looking for a very long layaway, though. I paid in full, but if I had a 12mo layaway I would've never known they weren't ready to ship my doll until month 10.

~Anonymous

[gaywatermelonbread]

HLVRAI Fandom, WTF!?

TW: mentioning of fanfics, ped* phillia, r*pe, and other not so great things     OK! I AM UPSET! I AM DISGUSTED! What the hell is wrong with people? Here’s some context. I was just browsing around the internet for a good story to read, and i get rlly fucked up stories about my favorite charaters either ding an act of not so great things with children AND/OR being r**ed by another charater! This is rlly disgusting and rlly upsetting to someone like me who had to go through that!      Idk why these people are writing about this, but this isnt right at all. If anything, it’s very harmful and can lead to many younger audiences to believe that this is how love should work. Not only is it harmful, but it is disgusting and revolting to read that shit. edit: I forgot to ask to repost this and spread the news, please. I dont want anyone else to be triggered by this shit edit 4/19/21: Can you guys please not heart this? Yea, its easier but i would rather you guys just repost than just handing out hearts. Please repost than heart this, i want the word to spread around to other people in the community than them finding it themselves and be upset by what the fan fics had in them edit 4/20/21: Its come to my attention that tumblr has tags for tw warnings and i didnt know until yesterday. i added 2 of them in my tag thing but if theres any more i need to add LET ME KNOW. I dont want people to be upset and get triggered by it. The more tags to  tw things, the better

[prettybirdy979]

”I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

Number #1 From this list - feel free to send me any other prompts from it or any of the ones in this tag.

Crowley is definitely a few drinks in when Aziraphale finally finds him, moping in some tavern in Spain. He shouldn’t have bothered chasing the rouge demon down but he hasn’t reported back after covering Aziraphale’s blessing here and Aziraphale needs the report for Heaven.

Plus Gabriel’s been making pleased noises about Spain, asking how Aziraphale set it up. Best to check in on the happenings there. So far Aziraphale’s not actually sure he likes what’s happening, though he can’t quite understand what they’re doing with this Inquisition of theres yet. 

Maybe Crowley knows? Eyeing him up, Aziraphale knows he’ll have to sober Crowley up if he wants anything useful out of the demon.

‘Angel,’ Crowley slurs and downs the entirity of another drink. The bartender just swaps out the glass, the haziness of his eyes suggesting Crowley’s been liberal with the miracles here. ‘Fancy seeing you here.’

‘I wouldn’t have to be if you’d have come back when you were supposed to. Gabriel’s after my report and I had to make out it wasn’t ready yet! Still looking for consequences and all that.’ Aziraphale drops into the seat beside Crowley. ‘What on Earth has you so upset?’

Crowley laughs, though there’s no humour in the noise. ‘Hell is here.’

Aziraphale stiffens. ‘Hell is here?! You should have warned me!’

More laughter from Crowley. ‘Metaphorically angel. No one of Hell here but me. Just me. Me me meeeeeeee.’ He downs another drink, swapped out by the bartender. ‘Compliments to me for all they did. Didn’t have to lift a finger, isss all me.’

Well this is going to be a delight. ‘You’re not making any sense Crowley,’ he complains. ‘What’s happening?’

‘Inquisition,’ Crowley growls. ‘Did you see what they’re doing with it?’

Aziraphale frowns. ‘Some trials yes. I didn’t stick around because I was looking for you.’

‘Course you didn’t stick around,’ Crowley says in a huff. ‘Of course you didn’t stop to see, stop to look. Heaven can keep their bloody hands clean so long as they don’t look.

‘Oh if you’re going to be like that...’ Aziraphale gets up, waving a hand so the poor bartender’s eyes clear and he can flee the building in terror. ‘I’m leaving.’ He doesn’t have to stand for Crowley’s foul mood, he’ll come back when Crowley’s sober.

‘Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do,’ Crowley snarls and downs another drink. ‘Leave and leave and Heaven won’t care it’s in their name. She won’t care it’s in her name. Bloody bitch.’

Aziraphale freezes. ‘Crowley...’ he warns at the casual blasphemy.

Crowley of course, ignores it. ‘Look at what they’re doing in her name? Did you look?’ He looks at Aziraphale with wide eyes and oh. 

He’s crying.

All the anger seeps out of Aziraphale and he drops back into the seat beside Crowley. ‘What did they do?’ he asks softly, putting a hand on the demon’s back. ‘The humans, what did they do?’

Only humanity could have upset Crowley this much.

‘Everything,’ Crowley whispers through his tears. ‘Every awful thing you could think of, and a dozen you couldn’t even imagine.’ He bites his lip then adds, ‘And Hell thinks it was my idea.’

He pulls out an unholy piece of metal, a Commendation for Bad Work and Aziraphale feels his blood go cold. Then Crowley buries it back in his clothes and chokes down a sob. 

‘I didn’t do it angel,’ he pleads, grabbing for his suddenly full glass. ‘I swear, I wouldn’t - I couldn’t. They... the... there were children,’ he says, as if that’s enough.

It is. Aziraphale pulls the demon close and gently pushes away the alcohol. He lets Crowley weep out his anger, his disgust, his horror and will, when the demon cries himself to sleep, put him to bed.

Tomorrow they’ll go back to England, away from this sorry place. Let Hell keep it for now, Aziraphale has more important things to care for.

[yn-dreamlife]

My Hero

Mirio Togata x reader 

Quirk: emotions; you can feel others emotions and project your own onto others around you, in dire situations you can even shut your own emotions off.

Description: Sir Nighteyes death not only changed Mirio but also your relationship, but are you just being oblivious or did he really mean what he said that day? 

Warnings: Fluff, low-key angst, cuteness, nicknames 

I sighed as I looked at the man in-front of me. The man I loved, once so happy and full of light and now... faded. He smiled still of course but, it was dimmer and more often than not fake. Im sure others have noticed but none of them like I have, how could they? I’m his girlfri- his EX girlfriend. A thought the still broke my heart. 

But that didn’t mater any longer, he was still my friend, just like he promised. He was always there and gave me the space I needed after the break up. But of course I would never allow that for more than a day at most, he had just lost Sir Nighteye, the man he looked up to the man who was like a father to him, wether he told me or not doesn't matter. I knew that was true, that that was how he felt about him.  

And now I watch him talk down to himself saying so many horrible untrue things. “Lemillion? Ha you could barely save one girl, you didn’t deserve your quirk its good it was taken away-” 

“Togata-san!” I called out as he hadn't answered me previously calling him. His head quickly snapped up to me as he wiped his tears. I shook my head cupping his cheek. “Why do you speak so lowly of yourself?” 

“Because I deserve it! I’m not a hero, I was never going to be! I let Eri go, it’s my fault that Sir is dead!” He cried moving my hand away from his face harshly. 

I let it drop to my side limply as I activated my quirk. Letting the calm peace I always felt around him seep into him. “Mirio-san you know that isn't true.”

“But how can I be a hero without a quirk?!” He said frustrated but he slowly calmed down. 

“You already are.” I whispered and he scoffed softly. “You are Mirio-san, to so many people. But most importantly your m- I mean your her hero.” 

He looked up at me then, “hers?” 

I smiled as I held my hand out to the side gesturing to the person he couldn't see because she was hidden by a wall. “Eri-chan~” I cooed softly to the girl. 

She walked out quietly and grabbed my hand I could feel her calm aura as she took my hand which pleased me, I’m glad Mirios earlier distress didn’t upset her. But I made sure to use my quirk once again to radiate the happiness I felt by her being here outwards into the two people around me. 

“Hello” she said softly. 

“Eri-chan!” Mirio said happily and moved and pulled the small girl into a hug, a gesture she had become more adjusted to the longer she was around people like me and him. She was still working on smiling and embracing others back but we slowly got there. 

It took a lot of work from all parties. “But I thought Aizawa-sensei said she had to-” he began but I stoped him.

“ah ah ah none of that, Eri-chan is perfectly fine. Besides with me around everything is fine! you forget you may be part of the top three but I’m the number four student in our school for a reason!” I said smiling as I did my signature two finger salute making sure to add a small flourish of my wrist knowing it made Eri feel happier even if she still couldn't express it. 

A quirk of my own quirk, it pays of being able to feel her emotions as well as to radiate my own. 

“Our quirks are compatible, hers being largely tied to her emotions and mine being well, emotions.” I said shrugging with a smile. I saw the tension leave his shoulders, just like the moment she stepped out from behind the wall. I even thought maybe there was a hint of light back in his eyes... just maybe. 

“So I got special permission from the hospital and the school so I have the day off to take her out and I want you to come with! Nothing to out there like I know you usually like, but Tamaki did give me a few great ideas!” I said beaming at him glad I could come up with a plan. 

Mirio smiled then and we set off to go about our fun outing with Eri. We first took her to a small market and her eyes absolutely glowed when we found the fruit stand, I never thought I would see someone get so happy over an apple. 

So I quickly bought her one and it was worth every last scent once I bought her a whole bag just to see that smile, money wasn't always the easiest thing to come by for my family but I knew if she asked I would gladly buy her the world. 

As we where walking through the little market I was happy to see my thoughts where correct. It was mostly empty due to it being the middle of a Wednesday morning. There was a slight chill but that changed once Mirio placed his scarf around me. 

“Here, I can see your shivering.” He said smiling at me his blue eyes sparkling closer to what they used to. 

My cheeks burned red but I shook it off, “t-thank you.” I stuttered. As we continued walking I saw the Ramen shop me, him and the other members of the top three used to go to. Instantly I had an idea. 

“Eri-chan,” I said smiling down at the girl who's eyes practically glowed in wonder at the market. She looked up at me waiting for me to continue “Have you ever had Ramen?” 

At the mention of his favorite food Mirio perked up, “Ramen? Oooo I love Ramen!” He said happily. 

Eri shook her head, “No but I would like to try it if Lemillion likes it.” she said and I smiled at her as I grabbed her hand as well as Mirios out of habit. But as if I had been burned I quickly ripped my hand away from him. 

“S-sorry.” I stuttered quickly about to go into a fit of apologies, an old habbit I had broken thanks to our relationship but had fallen back into since it had ended. 

“No need, its alright.” He said grabbing my hand, I smiled widely. We went into the Ramen shop ordering all of our food, Eri getting the same thing as me but Mirio and her ended up sharing quite a bit anyways, it was safe to say this food would be a new favorite for her. 

And after a long day walking around secluded parts of our city it was time to return home. You three walked back to UA without thinking, after all Mirio and you had called it home the past few months but he faltered upon entering. 

“Oh,” he let out a slightly nervous chuckle, “guess I actually go back to my own house huh?” I looked down sadly not ready for the day to end. 

I came up with an idea and quickly smiled, “Well im sure the rest of the big three would love to see you!” 

The thought of his best friends caused him to smile as well, “Yeah you’re right! I can visit them!” he said sounding slightly shocked. 

“You always sound so shocked when I come up with a good plan” I said as I bumped his arm playfully as I smiled. 

Out of habit he pinched my cheeks, “Aw can't help it sunshine you're always surprising me!” I basked in the familiarity of the intimate actions but it was quickly ruined as he snatched his hand away. “I-i’m sorry y/l/n-san!” He said quickly bowing I went to reassure him but before I knew it he had hugged Eri said his goodbyes and took off running. 

I sighed willing the tears in my eyes away knowing I needed to keep composure for Eri. You smile at her, and it is only tinted with sadness, as you hold a hand out to her. She takes it in her smaller one and squeezes it gently. Its a moment or two of silent walking before she shockingly speaks up first. 

“Do you love Lemillion?” She asks softly you look at her shocked, how did she know about that? Of course you all had expressed your love to her but no child should truly be able to understand it enough to pick it up from people who don't blatantly show it. 

You wanted to hide it and say no but you never lied to her before so you wouldn't start now, you answered with a simple yes.

“Then why don't you guys kiss and hold hands all the time?” She asks softly. 

“well because we-we can't anymore.” You stutter shyly, shocked she even knew of such actions. But you scolded yourself reminding you she was quiet, not dumb. 

She seemed greatly confused by your answer, “But why not?” 

“Well you see thats a thing couples do and Mirio-chan and I are no longer together romantically.” You stated trying to simplify it. 

“Why?” She asks again. Oh ever the child with her curiosity. But this stopped you, you paused mid step and just stood thinking. 

Why in-fact did you two break up? You remember driving at the hospital after the attack to find Mirio alone in his room crying, you had heard about his quirk and Sir Nighteyes death so you quickly ran to him pulling him into a tight hug. 

“I’m so sorry m-” but he cut you off. 

“Sunsh-” he paused “y/n, we need to talk.” Instant dread filled your stomach. Why would he use your first name? Had something happened and the doctors and Mr. Aizawa didnt inform you about? 

“O-okay Mirio, you know I’ll listen.” He tried to speak but closed his mouth, repeating this process several times. “It’s okay take your time.” You cupped his cheek but he shook his head removing your hand as his eyes turned steely and determined. 

“I’m breaking up with you.” He said seriously. 

“W-what?” The word left as noting but a whimper, “Mirio thats not funny stop joking around.” but I felt it, the determination, the coldness. Things I had never felt aimed my way from him. 

“I’m serious. I’m breaking up with you, we are no longer dating we will now be friends, nothing more.” You wanted to protest to scream at him to stop this nonsesne to say it was just the grief but you didnt. You nodded your head doing the thing you hated most. 

You shut down your emotions, a power only you had. But this was the only way you could be near him without breaking. “No y/n I need you to leave. I don't want you shutting yourself down.” He spoke as I tried to sit down on the chair. 

I stood up then looking to the door, “fine... but im going back tomorrow and theres nothing you can do to stop me, you're my friend,” you looked at him then allowing the smallest emotion through a cracked smile, “I’m not leaving you alone in this.” He nodded and with that you left. You weren't looking and bumped into something. 

Looking up you say your favorite loud yellow haired teacher as well as your favorite much quieter black haired teacher. 

“Hey hey little listener whats going on?” Instantly you collapsed into him and broke down sobbing, Mr Aizawa removing your quirk so his overly emotional friend didn't get sucked down into the void of your despair with you. After a moment or so he left to go and visit Mirio knowing what the source of your pain was thought the sobbed attempt at an explanation you gave to Present Mic. 

You then looked back to Eri and answered truthfully. “I dont know.” I whispered, “I suppose because he no longer felt the same way he did for me before, he had been though a lot of grief and pain its only natural for feelings to change.” I said to her as I tried to keep walking but now she stopped. 

“But Lemillion loves you too why would you not be?” You chuckle at her and before you can dismiss her she continues. “he looks at you like Uravity looks at Deku.” At this I stopped walking again, It was very clear the feelings those two held for each other, could she be telling the truth? 

“She's right you know?” I hear a deep voice behind me and jump as I throw a punch out behind me.”Woah!” I now realize the man holding my fist is Mr. Aizawa and I immdeatly apologize but his chuckles stops me. “You’re good kid, almost got me and that doesn't happen very often.” he paused “But she is right he does still care for you. While you where crying with Mic I went to him he was... in less than ideal shape.” 

“Sensei with all due respect, of course he wasn't in good shape he just lost a father figure and his quirk.” I said as I now picked up Eri to calm her down from my sudden outburst of movement. She cuddled into my neck with a soft hum. 

“And he lost his biggest support system. I know you've noticed how he’s been and unlike most I have as well, believe it or not I observe quite a few things. Like how your grades are slightly slipping and you’ve been staying up later and later and how you’ve been zoning out in class.” 

I stared at him mouth agape, “H-how?” 

“I care y/l/n. I care about all my students wether I admit it or not.” he paused “repeat that to anyone and they'll call you crazy.” I nodded my head smiling and then slowly realized everything he said. 

“He loves me.” I muttered to myself. “He loves me!” I said louder. Eri looked at me and I saw a small smile on her face. 

“yes he does.” 

“I-I have to go!” I said frantically. Eri leaned forward moving into Mr. Aizawas arms. 

“Hurry up now. He needs you,” I ran off not even worried about Eri knowing she was in good hands with Mr. Aizawa. “Now more than ever.” Aizawa whispered as he watched her run off thanking him. 

Bonus of this scene:

“come on Eri ill take you back.” 

“Thank you dad.” 

“... you’re welcome.”

*brushes away tears of happiness from cuteness* Anywho back to the story ~Author-chan (no one ever calls me that :( )

As I ran towards the dormitories tears welled in my eyes. I was still so confused and still hurt, why did he leave me? 

“Togata-san!” I yelled as I got closer, in my distress moving instantly to his surname. “Mirio-san!” I yelled again when I got no response. I now could see him talking to my other two best friends but I didnt care as I continued to run. 

“Mirio!” I yelled. I now saw him spin around and begin sprinting towards me. 

“Y/n?! Y/n whats wrong? Are you hurt?!” He asks frantically as he takes my face into his hands turning it each way. I nod my head. “Who hurt you?” He practically grows out. 

“Y-you.” I whimper wrapping my arms around him. I feel him tense. 

“M-me?” I nod my head. “Wha-what did I do?” He asks pulling away and wiping my tears. 

“Y-you left me.” I cried and his face dropped again. “Why? Why did you leave me? Did you not think I would be good for you anymore? Did I do something wrong?” He continues trying to wipe my tears before stopping and giving up. 

“I-I thought you deserved someone better, someone with a quirk like Tamaki.” He whispers looking down, “I thought you wouldn't like me anymore because I cant protect you.” 

“Mirio you idiot I haven't liked you for years.” I whispered but he didnt look shocked because he could feel what I was about to say it seeped out of every pore of my body, “I’ve always loved you.” I whisper. 

“But you loved me when I was Lemillion!” He said quickly and I shook my head. 

“No I didn’t, I loved you as Mirio Togata, and then as Lemillion. And you always forget this,” I whisper I pull his head down placing his forehead on my own, “You might not be a hero but you’ve always been mine, just you Mirio. Not Lemillion, just you.” 

“y/n I know I hurt you and I don't deserve it but please,” he cupped my cheeks pinching them slightly “please be my sunshine again.” 

I laughed showing him a bright smile “You act like you had a choice.” And with that I pulled him into a kiss enjoying the feeling I had been missing these past few weeks. 

“I love you.” He whispered against my lips. 

“And I love you.”