#no I'm not going to edit on hands omg this already took way too much time & I haven't eaten

[rosewheresheshouldntbe]

Rose in the Lucky Luciano "you know I had to do it to em" sidewalk

> Rose: Do it to em.

[bizbat]

your jason todd hcs are sooooo good omg!!! do you have any hcs specifically for when he has a crush on the reader, like how he might act, specifically if the reader is oblivious and really doesn’t think that she’s his type / thinks he’s joking if he says anything flirty?

When They're In Love - Jason Todd (Crush Edition)

🕸️Spiderverse Masterlist🕸️

🐼JJK Masterlist🐼

~ Fem terms + Pet names used for reader.

~ You can find part one of these hcs here, and part two here.

~ You can find more of my works here.

~ These can be read as a sort of part three/prequel kinda.

~Fic at the end.

~ Tw for : Blood, Knives, Needles, Vomit. (All slight)

~Thank you for asking! Hope you enjoy, sorry this took so long :(

You would never know that Jason has a crush on you.

For the most part, he wont talk to you any differently than he will anyone else.

Maybe he won't jokingly insult you, or be super sarcastic around you, but I think that's kind of as far as he'd go.

Unless you're a close friend or family member, you'd probably have no clue he had a crush based on the way he talks to you.

But the little actions and things he does for you are so obvious.

He's the type to hold open doors for you, all the while staring other people dead in the eye as it shuts in their face.

He somehow always just "randomly" has your favorite snack on hand, or a whole collection of books by your favorite author.

I think he'd be touchy, unless he knows you don't like being touched.

If you like or don't mind it, he'd have his arm constantly thrown over your shoulder, always be leaning against you, always resting a hand on your hip.

If you're shorter than him, he does that super annoying thing where he rests his elbow on your head.

He is so lame omg.

But bc he's kinda like this with everyone, no one would fault you for not understanding his hints.

He's like the opposite though.

You said hi to him this morning? You must be in love with him.

You smiled at him today instead of Dick? He's already planning the wedding.

What's that? You said he smells nice? Have his babies. (If you can/want to)

Our delusional king.

He doesn't think you don't get his flirting.

He'd think you're fully aware and are flirting back.

Again, our delusional king.

You probably won't get it until something really serious happens and he comes to you instead of Bruce or Roy.

He'd probably try to get into things you're interested in.

Listens to all your favorite songs, reads your favorite books, etc.

And he's not subtle about it bc he is in fact, a loser.

He'll recommend a song by your favorite artist and then be like "idk why but this just reminded me of you lol"

LOSER. Can you guys tell i'm a big believer in the "jason todd is secretly a massive loser" agenda? Cuz I am. :|

And then he listens when you go on rambles about how great the things you like are and how much they mean to you.

I said he'll do things just to hear you talk about them, and I think he'd do that when he has a crush on you too.

He just loves your voice and likes hearing you talk.

He smiles at you so softly when he thinks you aren't looking.

You could be bumming out and he'll look at you with heart eyes like yeah, future spouse right there.

I don't think he'd be a big user of social media, but if you were, he'd get a whole account just to like and comment of your pictures.

user94820860038466 commented: You look very pretty in this picture.

Comments like an old man bc he has very little understanding of the internet.

He'd probably help you take pictures and fight with other people in your comment section if they're too down bad or creepy.

He doesn't strike me as the jealous type bc once again, he's so delusional he pretty much already thinks you're dating.

Nicknames nicknames nicknames.

Calls you so, so many nicknames.

Angel, doll, sweetheart, maybe even babe.

He constantly talks about you when you aren't there.

Lian and Roy know so much about you before they even meet you.

He'd do anything for you.

The store is actually about a mile in the other direction, but yeah he can get you your favorite drink.

He does not like that food at all and the owner of the store despises him, but he will not return to you empty handed best believe.

He was actually going to wear that hoodie today, but it looks so much better on you you should keep it!

~ Drabble Starts Here. ~

It's just like every other night in Gotham City. It's cold, and wet, and it smells like smoke and garbage that's been left out in the sun.

The only barrier between you and the chilled, musty air outside is a single sheet of glass; the fire escape window of your fifth floor apartment. It's comforting. The glass is, of course, bulletproof, and the seal around the sill is tight, so no gases ever manage seep in. It pays to have a decent landlord, especially in Gotham.

It's funny, but you really never think about that window. You mostly keep it shut and locked, except in the summer, when you can smell your neighbor in the building next door cooking all types of delicious aromatic dishes, or when it's just too hot and you decide the risk of heatstroke is greater than the risk of airborne psychosis. It never occurs to you just how well it keeps you safe, just how well it keeps things out.

It occurs to Jason, though. In fact, it's the only thing on his mind as he's gripping his side, frantically trying to prevent too much blood from seeping out of his body.

He'll probably chastise himself later for not being more gentle or respectful, but he's lost too much blood to be thinking straight. With his free hand, he bangs on your window, praying that you're A) at home, and B) not listening to music. He's not too worried about the first one, he knows you never leave your lights on when you're away, but the second one, he's not too sure about.

He bangs, and bangs, and bangs on the glass, a loud, thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk that immediately rouses your from your sleep. You jump up from your spot on the couch, an open book falling from your lap as you dart into your room to grab the knife Jay gave you for protection, before returning to your living room, keeping your back to the wall.

You hold the blade in front of you, nervously gripping the hilt as you listen to the banging, making sure to stay just out of sight as you cautiously creep closer and closer to the noise. It isn't until the banging dies down that you finally get close enough to see the cause.

You gasp at the sight, dropping the knife and trying to tug the window open, before mentally yelling at yourself to unlock it. You drag the weakened behemoth of a man into your apartment, carefully placing his upper body on the floor in front of your window and removing his helmet. Your hand moves to his side, firmly pressing down on his wound, as you stare at him, mouth agape and eyes flooding with concern.

He laughs, a dry chuckle that just sounds like it hurts. "What took ya' doll?" You wanna smack him, but you can do that when he's not bleeding all over your hardwood floors. You tell him to wait, as if he could go anywhere in the state he's in, before rushing to grab the emergency kit he forced you to keep.

"Let-ngh- let me do it." He groans as he attempts to sit up, trying and failing to pull the tweezers from your hand. He doesn't even have the strength to sit back up when you gently push him back down. You clean his wound, all while he holds back winces and groans. You don't hold back, focusing on cutting and cleaning and stitching and wrapping, berating Jason for coming to you of all people.

"What d'ya mean? Of course I'd come to you?" Jason manages between harsh breaths. "Who else would I go to?" He seems genuinely confused, you're his girlfriend, you always come to him when you need help. Why wouldn't he come to you?

"Oh, I don't know, Jason, maybe Bruce, or Roy, or literally anyone else with training to handle this kind of thing!?" It comes out mean, but through his pain he can tell it's coming from a place of true care. You're worried. One of the strongest, most skilled people you know is bleeding out on your floor and you're panicking. Of course you are, you've never had to sew someone up, or dig a bullet out of someone, or try to hold down bile from the heavy smell of blood.

Your hands are shaking like crazy. This isn't a slight graze you can put a bandaid over and seal with a kiss, this is a life threatening wound on someone you care about, and all they've been doing since they came to you is make stupid fucking jokes and try to take things from your hands.

Jason can tell it's getting to you.

It should be the other way around, what with him bleeding out in your living room, but he quiets down, gripping your wrist with his non-blood covered hand. "Hey," He gently strokes your skin with his thumb, repeating himself when you don't move your eyes from his wound. "Hey, look at me Y/n." It's just stern enough to make you obey, without sounding like he's mad at you. "It'll be okay. I'm in good hands." Jason smiles at you, tired and reassuring. It calms your nerves just enough for you to finish sewing his wound shut.

You sit back when you're done, taking in your work once you wrap his stomach with gauze. Jason turns just enough to catch a glimpse, smiling up at you with his stupid, charming smirk. "Not bad, doll. Told ya you had it covered." He lays back, smiling up at you as he lays his head on his arm, the one on his non-injured side. Though he doesn't seem to bothered by the end of it all, you can't say the same.

He takes in your features, your tired, glossy eyes and your pouting lips. It makes his smile drop. You look away, your sad eyes not meeting his own. "I . . . what? What's wrong Y/n?" Jason winces, moving to rest on his elbows to get a better look at your face. "Was it the blood? Or the- was it the window? I'm sorry about that, by the way." You shake your head no at all of his suggestions, taking a breath before turning back to face him.

He can feel his heart hurt at the sight of unshed tears in your eyes. "I . . . I was scared Jay." He pushes himself all the way up when you take your lip into your mouth. He ignores the pain shooting through his side when he pulls you into his arms. "Hey, hey, hey, scared of what? I'm okay. You did good." Those tears finally spill when your arms wrap around his waist, loose as to not further irritate his wound.

"You could've died Jay, a-and I wouldn't be able to-to help you! I can't help you!" You sob into his shoulder. He holds you tightly, pressing his lips to your head as he rubs your back. "Please, please don't cry. I'm okay now, you helped me. I'm all better now." He rocks you both gently, trying to console you. "Sides, if I was gonna die, I'd be happy if it was with my girl."

What?

You freeze in his arms, and he knows he said something wrong. He just doesn't know what. His brain moves a mile a minute as he tries to figure out what it was before you get even more upset. Though, his brain completely shuts down when you stare up at him with those cute, confused eyes. The tears have slowed down, and he's at least thankful for that. "Your . . . girl?" Now he's confused too. "What-what do you mean by that?"

He has to do a double take. "What do you mean? You're my girl, like . . . girlfriend, you know?" Every second that passes only confuses the two of you more. "I'm your girlfriend?" "Ar-aren't you?" You blink at him. Were you? Are you? "Am I?" Somewhere there was cognitive dissonance, Jason just doesn't know for who. "Yeah, we're dating, I thought?" Though, he doesn't feel so confident about that now.

"Oh," You feel your ears grow warm, for the second time now your eyes don't meet his own. "I . . . I didn't know that." You wish you could hide right now, but he's still got his arms wrapped around you. "I mean, unless you don't want to, then-then I'm sorry-" Jason feels maybe even more embarrassed than you as he finally drops his arms, grabbing his helmet and moving to crawl back out the window he came in through. His bullet wound is completely forgotten by now.

He stops when you grip his jacket, shyly staring at the floor as you speak. "No! I w-want to." Your eyes darty up to his, before losing confidence and dropping back to the floor. "I want to be your girlfriend," It comes out a whisper, and when he's silent for a beat too long you worry he's suddenly changed his mind.

"Good. Great. Yeah." He drops back to the floor, sitting cross legged beside you. Internally, he's doing backflips in his mind. "Cool." Later on, he'll ask more questions, but for now, he's satisfied. "Yeah." You shyly play with your clothes, twiddling your thumbs as you sit in silence. You feel like a little girl who just admitted to her crush that she likes him. "Are you-" "I didn't-" You interrupt each other, both of you gesturing for the other to continue. It's a bit of a fight, but Jason makes you go first.

"I was gonna ask if you were hungry. I have some, um, pretzels and stuff. If you want." Jason nods. He follows you into your kitchen, where the two of you quietly and contently eat the iron rich foods you looked up. "What were you going to say, by the way?"

Jason looks up from his plate, the haphazardly prepared meal helping him feel better, though his heart feels pretty good right now anyways. "I didn't know that you didn't know. I thought," he laughs nervously. "I thought, we were dating this whole time." He laughs again when you shake your head. "I didn't know! I thought . . . I don't know, that I wasn't your type, or something."

That's probably the most surprising thing he's heard you say today. Okay it's not, but it's the thing that most catches him off guard.

"Of course you are! You're so sweet, and cute, and nice, and pretty, and you smell really good, and you're funny, and I like your voice, and the way you d-do things . . . and . . . other stuff." Jason stops himself before he can ramble for hours about every single things he loves about you. You wouldn't mind if he did, though. You hide your pleased expression with your hand.

"Me too." It's quiet, but no longer shy. "I like all that "stuff" about you too."

[moonydustx]

So I have this thing...

I need more Law x Reader fics pleeeaassee (；ＴДＴ)

Anyway...

May I ask a reader (up to you what gender) reacting to law proposing to her? Which I doubt canon law would even do but I guess since it's fanfiction, who cares if it's Canon, right???

OMG, this is incredible, hold my hand and I'm with you on this, thank you so much for the request. In my HCs on the Law (I will still post them) I think if it was important for him to do it without even blinking. Surely it would be something more discreet, a small ceremony between just two? I don't know, I might be rambling too much.

Apologies because I didn't have much time to review and maybe I got carried away writing it. I hope you enjoy!

Important: italics are for flashbacks and character readings aloud.

The proposal - favorite moment (part 01)

Part 02 - Part 03

Law counted the minutes until night arrived, it was one of his favorite moments. That was when you would sneak around the submarine and end up knocking on the door on it. In most of these situations, you didn't get out anytime soon. He's not much of a follower on the calendar, celebrating each month together - and come to think of it, everything happened so naturally that it was decided on which day it started to be difficult for you to be a boyfriend.

Like so many other nights, you found yourself doing what was one of the only things Law could name as a hobby. You were nestled between his legs, your body resting on his chest as you attentively read another book. He found himself leaning against the wall, one of his hands resting on his body while with the other he tried to leaf through one of the new editions of Sora comics that he had picked up on the last island he visited.

He had already lost count of how many times the two of you had wasted hours tangled up in his bed reading and something else he was used to hearing you sniffle at something, like you were doing this time. His eyes looked away from the painting and went straight to where you were reading, just out of curiosity. The other times you were sniffling, he had found you reading about some character who died, some reunion, some couple who got together. This time, from what he could see, it was a marriage proposal.

He already knew it was an important topic for you. He also knew that if he had to choose to spend his entire life with someone, it would be you. Law had thought about the hypothesis a few times and when reading the small excerpt from the book, he let himself think about the idea.

"Wow." your feet were planted in front of an immense showcase. Dresses were stacked side by side in various sizes and textures, some with huge trains and others full of silk.

"Don't tell me you're one of those marriage freaks." Ikkaku planted himself next to you, next to Bepo.

"They are beautiful." the bear confirmed, touching the glass.

"Not freak…" you tried to find the words, you really didn't want to sound like a crazy person. "I mean, marriages are two people coming out in love to the world, to the government, to whatever god they may believe in or to no god at all, as if nothing could intervene or separate them."

"Okay, insane then." Shachi appeared behind you, mumbling.

"Actually, that's a nice way of thinking." Ikkaku replied to him, watching you just shrug. "And I won't deny it, they are beautiful dresses."

"Time to go." The captain's voice echoed closer than you imagined, as if he had been there the whole time listening.

Seeing the crew members move forward, agreeing to the captain's request, Law took a few seconds to evaluate the display that had distracted everyone. He could just be daydreaming, but one day you would look incredible wearing a dress like that along with the new name you would carry. Ms. Trafalgar.

From that day on, the idea of ​​proposing to you never left his mind, Law just needed to find the perfect opportunity and it appeared before his eyes.

"Okay…" your choked voice took him out of his reverie. "That's enough tears for today and I'm getting sleepy." you closed the book, turning towards him and snuggling even closer against Law's body.

"Do you mind if I keep reading some more?" he asked and you just mumbled no. His hand got tangled in your strands of hair and it didn't take long for unconsciousness to take you away.

Law gave himself a week to put the plan into practice. The small room at Polar Tang was tidier than usual however you could notice Law more tense than usual behind his back.

"Everything is fine?" you asked, quickly turning to face him. Law seemed distracted from the book in his hands.

"Everything amazing." his lips quickly touched the top of your head. It was now. All the other battles he had faced had not even come close to the anxiety he felt at that moment. "That book you were reading last week?"

"Ah, it's this one. I'm almost done. It's a period romance, princess, knight and all the little things that involves." you laughed, knowing that from your description he would hate the book. "There's no point trying to convince me to read Sora, this one is much cooler."

"So cool you were crying the last time you read it." he said in a teasing tone.

In a casually planned way, even if it went unnoticed in your eyes, he placed the comic he was reading on the bed.

"It's because he was so sweet to her, made an amazing statement."

"Really? Let me see." He moved even closer to your back, looking for space on your shoulder to follow the written words and find the perfect cue.

"Here. Can I read it?"

"Please." he asked, feeling his hands sweat cold.

"Of all the countries I've visited, I don't think I've ever found a home except in you. You've been my home, my safe haven." You started reading, already feeling yourself melting with those words. At the same time, Law took out a small box hidden behind one of the pillows. "So let me be the sword that protects you, the heart that loves you infinitely. I thought happiness would only find me in the next life until I found myself lost in you. What do you mean by that, my love? So, the The knight fell to his knees, the wounds of the battle he faced seemed not to bother him, not when Annya's eyes rested on him. Annya then heard the four words that carried a lifetime of promises…"

"Would you marry me?" Law's voice echoed alongside yours.

Before you could ask what he thought, a small black box appeared in your field of vision. Inside it, a golden ring with a small heart symbol glittered. The book fell from your hands, finding your lap, as you turned to your boyfriend.

"Law?" at that moment, your voice was not the most reliable. As shaky as she was, your vision was blurred by what you suspected were tears. Your hands covered your lips, still not believing what you were seeing.

"Maybe my sword heals you more than defends you, but that doesn't mean I'll let anyone hurt you in this world. You're my home, my safe haven and I can't wait for you to be my wife. I'd even kneel, but It's a little complicated." he smiled, seeing you still paralyzed on top of him. "So, would you marry me?"

"Yes." the first time came out as a whisper. "Yes Yes Yes!" with each new time the word left your lips, you allowed euphoria to take over your body.

Law took your hand, placing a small kiss before putting on the ring and repeating the gesture, as soon as the jewel was in the place where it belonged. His hands pulled you so your legs were around his waist.

"That's…" you even tried to speak, but it was impossible to put everything you felt at the moment into so few words. You saw him pull out a ring that was the same color as yours, without all the details. "Let me do it."

Before he could put it on his own finger, you took it from his hand and repeated the same thing he had done to you. He placed a small kiss between the tattooed fingers and let the jewelry take its rightful place.

"I don't believe." You looked at your hand and then at him. "Law, that was so amazing."

"You're incredible. I can't wait to see you become Mrs. Trafalgar. My beautiful, smart, a little crybaby…" he wiped away your tears, bringing a laugh from your lips. "My dear wife."

"I love you so much." you cupped his face, taking his lips to yours.

Even though it was full of emotions and promises, it was a calm kiss. Law, like you, wanted to record every second of that moment, every inch of skin kissed, every touch.

In the end, Law was also a marriage nut - just with his dear Lady Trafalgar.

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Little extra:

Law was never a big fan of public displays of affection, but that morning he had made an exception. Seeing you happy, showing off your new ring and the promise of marriage, ideas of what to do on the date, honeymoon suggestions. He couldn’t deny it, it was amazing to see how happy you were with the whole situation.

His happiness was short-lived when he saw three sullen faces - one of them looking like a bear - sitting in front of him.

"So Law, my friend." Penguin began.

"Shut up, it's me."

"But I'm his best friend." Bepo grumbled.

"What do you want?" he asked, trying to understand what the three were discussing so much

"Which of the three of us will be the best man?" Shachi warned and Law watched the three in front of him cross their arms and wait for a response.

Before he could respond, Law felt two arms slide and lock around him.

"We haven't decided that yet guys. We can talk about it later." you asked and watched them begin to argue among themselves who would be what.

"Thanks." Law muttered, making you laugh. You bent down to his ear level.

"And you, I'll be waiting for you in the room. I got someone to cover my duties today, now I want to continue feeling what my dear fiancé can do for me." In contrast to the whispered and sexy voice that left your lips, you left a chaste kiss on Law's cheek and left towards the dorms.

[whoseravenwrites]

idk if billzo is okay with smut but could you write some with him that would be greaaat IF NOT some fluff would work too (also i love ur writing)

'You're so clingy'

A/N : HELLO!! so I looked up and I think billzo is not okay with smut, so i'm writing you fluff :)!! hope you like it :D (also tysm that's so sweet)

not propf read!!

tw: abrupt ending (i'm so bad at ending)

cc!billzo x gn!reader

word count : 474

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Being public had been a step further into your relationship with Billzo, so when he announced on stream that his partner had moved in with him, the chat went crazy. Especially after you announced on twitter than you had, in fact, moved in with Bill.

By putting the pieces together, the community understood, neither of you expected them to reach that well to the new, so I could only imagine your surprise when both of you received tons and tons of support messages.

He was streaming in his room, as usual, you were bored, didn't change much from the usual either.

You walked to his room, hoping that maybe you could get his attention for a bit.

You knocked on the door, not waiting for an answer before opening the door as he turned around in his chair, putting his headphones on his shoulder as he took them off.

"Hey!" He said, greeting you with a big smile. You could see the chat on his monitor go absolutely crazy as you entered the room.

"Hiii!! Hi chat!" You said, walking closer to him, leaning down slightly so you could fit in the frame, waving at the chat.

The look on Billzo's face could only be described as love, and chat started pointing it out.

'Omg he's blushing!!!!' 'Best couple!!' were fillinf the chat.

Billzo cleared his throat in his usual goofy manner [the word in itself is goofy af].

"You need anything ?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

" 'M just bored" You simply shrugged, sitting on the floor next to his chair, only your eyes and forehead were showing as the rest of your face and body was hidden with your boyfriend's desk.

He simply laughed before going back to content creation, he was just playing minecraft, nothing too fancy, nothing too scary. Which was great since you were watching aswell.

His left hand slowly found their way to your hair, resting on top of your head as he was simply talking with the chat. You leant onto his touch, smiling softly as he started tangling his fingers in your hair. It didn't go unnoticed to his chat, you were reading the fast words scrolling across his monitor, you already knew that you'd be seeing tweets and maybe edits about it the next day on tiktok, but you didn't mind, you liked Bill's presence, and his hand in your hair felt so natural, like it belonged there.

He ended the stream, saying bye to his chat before looking down at you.

"You're so clingy." He said jokingly, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

"You love it." You said, standing up.

He smiled slightly, acting as if he was thinking for a moment.

"Yeh..yeh I do, unfortunately" He finally responded, putting his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him in a sweet embrace.

[lillysturniolo05]

Summary: You and chris have been friends with benefits for a while. You were on your way to the triplets house because you NEEDED chris. But when you arrived, you were surprised and annoyed to find that they were live on Twitch. What happens when you get impatient??

Warning: almost getting caught, blowjob, public, y/n, masterbation, (idk what else) really short story,

<not proof read>

Chris and I have been friends with benefits for about a month. There was always some sexual tension, and one night at a party, we both got a bit drunk and ended up going up stares and having sex in one of the rooms.

When we woke up, we barely spoke for like a week. Then we finally got over it, and we talked and released we both wanted it to happen again. That's when we decided to be friends with benefits.

Now I'm on my way to his house because I've had such a long day and all I want to do is be bent over by chris.

When I arrived, I walked straight in and to chris's room. He looked at me. "im live,"

I look at him annoyed, and message him so the live can't hear

----text with chris----

Y/N

Can you end live soon?

Chris

Sorry, we barely just started. Can you wait a bit??

Y/N

Ugh, fine, please be quick. I need you.

Chris

I'll try

----end of tests----

"Who were you talking to, chris?" Matt asks, "y/n, she just got here," Chris

"Omg, really, she didn't even say hi she should come up with me and Nick for a bit," -Matt

I walk into camera view. "Hey chat, how are you guys? Sorry Matt, my bad. I'll come up now." -I say walking out and up to matts room.

"Heyyyy girl, I didn't even know you were coming over," Nick says, pulling me into a hug. "Hey, sorry," I say, sitting on matts bed so the live can see me.

I sit in there for 10 minutes until i get bored and start to crave chris even more. "I'm going to chris's room. Bye" -i say, walking back to chris's room.

I give him a look, and he mutes his microphone. "30 more minutes," -Chris replies. I roll my eyes

I can't even wait he looks so good right now. I crall under chris's desk without him even noticing. I start to unzip his pants when he looks at me. "What are you doing y/n can't you wait." -he whispered

"No, I can't." -I reply, pulling his pants and boxes down to see he's already hard. "You're so impatient." -he says looking back to his screen

"Shhhh, play your game and be quiet," he does what I tell him. I start stroking him with my hands, already starting to get wet.

I lick from the bottom of his dick to the tip and start teasing him as he starts spirming.

I try to take him fully into my mouth, but he's too big. I felt his hand come down and grap my hair, pushing me down to on his cock to choke on him. Tears start lining my eyes as I gulp on him.

Chris let's out a small moan, luckily, the others don't notice or don't care, but unluckily, the chat noticed.

I bob my head up and down as I slide my hand down to my wet core and start fingering myself.

I go faster and faster until I'm on the edge of an orgasim. Chris, let's out a louder moan this time Matt noticed and looks at Nick.

"You good chris," -Matt asks, looking at chris worried. "Y-.. yea, I'm good." -Chris says.

I moan as chris releases in my mouth and down my throat. Thats all it took for me to cum too. We both let out a moan again.

"Ok whats going on chris?" -Nick asked confused "umm nothing I gotta go." -Chris answerd and hung up the call.

He pulled me out from under the chair and stood me up in front of him as i wiped extra spit off my mouth. Looking at him innocently.

"Y/n, you're so impatient. What if they released what was going on?" -he asks

"But they didn't, and i know you liked it as much as me." -I say smiling.

"You're so annoying." -He kisses me, and we end up just going to sleep.

PLUS

When I woke up, I checked my phone because it kept going crazy. I opened tiktok to a bunch of edits of chris moaning and of me in his room.

"Shit.. Chris" -I tried to wake him up to show him "mmmm what" -he groans half asleep. "Look" -I show him my phone. He sit up wide eyed "fuck."

END

Sorry this is really bad i just got bored. Goodnight. 💚

[zillyeh]

Sticking Point

This is a REALLY old drabble that I never intended on posting. I edited dialogue tags a little but not much else. This takes place around a year or two before where they are now, ie they're not living together in this nor are they together in an official capacity. Also I hadn't given Zippie his backup pronouns yet so entirely she/her drabble be upon ye. Content warning? In order to get Zippie lore you must endure 15 seconds of boob grabbing, hope you understand. Other suggestive conversation as well but nothing explicit. Characters: Zippie, Bessba

Zipper had always had good control of her nerves. She had to, considering the usual, sparking consequences if she didn't.

Unfortunately, tonight was the night she unraveled. On purpose, even. The edges of her façade frayed with every step up to Bessba's apartment. The aggressive crinkling of the plastic under her arm certainly didn't help. Flowers. Roses. They're too much. What had she been thinking getting this many? In Bess' colors too?

Running back downstairs was a tempting option, one she seriously considered until she landed in front of Bess' door.

"Oh fuck me," she mumbled sliding her hand over her already slicked back hair. She knocked hard three times, wondering if Bess could even hear that.  Maybe flowers weren't enough. Maybe she should have brought chocolate. Or pickles.

"Coming!!" She heard muffled and far away from behind the door. Zippie gripped the rose stems tighter, her breathing nearly stopped in her chest. Bess… She'd finally truly gotten over hating what hearing her voice did to her, and now just ached to hear more of it.

In a hasty motion she hid the pink and orange bouquet behind her back, just as the door swung in. 

Bess was makeupless- white lashes and brows stark against her skin- and very comfortable looking. Shorts short enough to be swallowed up by the shirt she wore- which, Zippie realized with a thud of her heart- was hers.

"Zippie!" She grinned, stepping back inside, but promptly covering her face with a hand. "Oh my godd if I knew you were coming I would have actually gotten dressed."

"It's fine," Zippie said, shutting and locking the door behind her with one hand. "I like you in my clothes."

A touch of pink rose to Bessba's cheeks. She made as if she were going to defend herself, but stopped.

"Are… those for me?" she asked, eying the roses in her hand. Zippie looked away, offering them less ceremoniously than she'd intended to.

"Uh, yeah. I saw them and thought of you." Not entirely untrue, but she had made sure that this bouquet specifically was just the right colors. 

Bess' flush deepened when she took them, a heart wrenching little smile on her face when she looked from them to Zippie. 

"Well, um. Thanks," she said, looking somewhat expectantly at Zippie.

"Oh, right," she said after a beat. She unhooked the mask from behind her ears and tucked it in her pocket. She kicked off her boots at Bess' door as well.

"There you are!" A real grin spread across Bess' face again. She leaned and kissed Zippie on the marred cheek. Anything she had to say was lost to the warmth  that rushed to her face.

Bessba laced her fingers through Zippie's, dragging her through the semi open plan apartment to the kitchen. The excitement pouring through her palm was almost overwhelming.

"So what brings you around? You've been, like, hard to get ahold of." Bess ducked under the sink counter, leaving her flowers on top.

"Oh y’know. I was in the neighborhood." Zippie shrugged, willing her throat to be less dry. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Omg no, of course not." Bess thunked a pretty pink vase up on the counter, standing up. "Like, you're always allowed to drop in!" As she spoke, she saw to moving her flowers to a nicer home to slowly die in. "These are super pretty by the way."

"I knew they reminded me of you for a reason," Zippie said, a little smile pulling at her mouth. She stepped to Bessba's side, putting an arm around her waist. She pecked her on the cool cheek, doing it again when she turned pink. 

"How've you been, Bess?" she murmured, watching as Bess shakily fixed her arrangement in the vase. "I am sorry. I've been busy."

"It's- I mean, I'm  fine," she stammered, leaning into Zippie's touch. "I missed you. A little."

"I missed you too," Zippie hummed, somewhat into her gills. "I've been… Thinking about things, Bessie." She hesitated before continuing.

"...Us." 

Bessba stiffened under her touch, turning her head so she could look at her.

"Really?" she asked, her voice uneven. Zippie could feel her pulse quicken, and a lot of emotions radiate off of her at once. 

"Mhm. I… want… I wanna make us work, Bess."

"Zippie, I-"

"But."

"...But."

"I- Bess I need you to know who I am. Was." 

"...Okay."

Zippie shifted, taking both of Bessba's hands in hers. Zippie couldn't quite meet Bess' big, confused eyes. Zippie pulled her back, leading her across the room to Bess' couch before she said anything else. Bessba allowed herself to be lead and sat down. 

Zippie sighed, sitting cross legged on the cushion next to her. Bess watched expectantly as Zippie plucked the grey contacts out of her eyes, placing them in their little case. 

"That's better," she said, though she sounded unsure if it was. Zippie already felt more exposed than she wanted to be tonight, but less than she was going to be.

Far, far less.

"You know my name's not really Zipper." She started, taking Bessba's hand again.

"Um, I kind of thought so," Bessba nodded, watching Zippie play with her fingers. "But it… is? Like… to most of us."

"I know. I want to keep it that way, but… I want you to know." 

Bessba paused and pursed her lips, looking at Zippie carefully.

"Does anyone else…"

"Amy met me before I took on Zipper," Zippie sighed. "So did Zeke. But, uh, nobody else alive." Bess nodded.

"My name is- I'm Zvejia," Zippie said slowly, her own name foreign but relieving on her tongue. "Gozjam."

"Z-Zvejia Gozjam." Bess repeated, struggling a bit on pronunciation. A strange sort of chill shot through Zippie when she said it.

"I like it," she said, scooting slightly closer. "Do… you want me to call you Zvejia when we're, like, alone..?"

"Please," Zvejia said, almost aching to hear her say it again. "I'm… uh… not from the city. I'm from the woods. The swamp."

"Ohh like me!" 

"Too much like you," Zvejia sighed, running her thumb over the botched stitch marks on her cheeks.

"Huh?" Bess tilted her head, studying Zippie carefully. Then, after a moment, she clapped a hand to her mouth.

"Oh my god no way."

"Mm," Zvejia hummed. She took Bessba’s other hand, gently leading it to her rough cheek. Bess hesitated, but ran her cool fingers against the raised scarring. She traced the X shape leading from near her ears to her lips, following where those lines extended to her chin.

“All this…”

“I… got the fins on my face dealt with when I was real young. Too young. Did it myself, actually,” Zippie said, tentatively leaning into her touch. Bessba wordlessly followed the line of her jaw to her throat. Zippie stopped her before she could get too far down.

“That one actually was a botched throat slitting, sweetheart.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Bessba scooched closer putting her hand back onto Zippie’s cheek.

“So…”

“So… I…” Zvejia took a shaky breath, lacing her fingers through Bessba’s. “I need a second. Hang on.” Her breathing was starting to feel shallower as her ‘second’ quickly turned to more of a ‘minute.’ 

“Zip- Zvejia?” Bessba asked, alarmed. With her hand still on her face, Zippie could feel her concern grinding against her own bubbling panic attack. She pulled back, putting her face in her hands and shaking her head. Bess was still close enough to feel her… hurt? about being pushed away. It was under swirling layers of confusion, so it was hard to tell.

"Nnh, I'm sorry. Hang on. Hang on." 

Bess watched Zvejia try to settle her own breathing. Touching her unprompted was out of the question, so was interrupting her breathing pace, so Bess felt frustratingly useless like this. Zippie’s wrist rivets sparked green a few times before the rise and fall of her chest evened out.

"My powers…" Zippie sighed with her head still in her hands after a moment. "When you touch me like that I feel… things."

"...Things?" Bess tilted her head, daring to scoot a little closer now. Zippie nodded and lay her hand over Bess'.

"Aside from the regular things you make me feel… Your feelings."

"My- oh. Oh. Is- oh snakes that's embarrassing. You can... like, read minds?"

"No. Just… emotional… sparks. It's loudest when I'm skin to skin. With you, especially." Bess made a cute little ‘hm’ and put her other hand over Zippie's.

"What am I feeling right now?" she asked, staring at her intently.  Zvejia snorted and laced their fingers together. 

"...Curious. Surprised..? Something else... but that could just be me."

Bessba hummed, carefully placing her free hand back on Zvejia's cheek. Zvejia shivered, but didn’t look away from her or the big pink eyes taking in her features. 

"What about now?" Bessba breathed, holding herself mere inches from her face. Even if Zippie couldn’t feel the heartache firing off her fingers and mixing with her own, it was impossible not to see it in her eyes anyway.

“Bess…” she sighed, pressing her forehead against Bessba’s. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you too, Z- Zvejia.” Bessba murmured. Her gills fluttered and she leaned in, kissing Zippie in a way she never quite had the opportunity to before. Zvejia pulled her closer with an arm around her waist, pulling her up onto her lap.

“I wasn’t done,” she breathed against her neck. Bessba rested her cheek against Zvejia’s forehead.

“You don’t have to talk about it.” Bess softly ran her hand along the scars on her cheeks. 

“But I want to.” Zvejia grumbled, tapping her fingers against the tattoo on Bessba’s upper thigh. “I don’t think we… I can do this until I do. And its- I can’t. Not without... Ugh.���  

“Shhh, we have time, baby,” Bess cooed, her voice almost more soothing than her touch. Zippie flushed at the pet name, her foundationless cheeks giving her away in an instant. Bessba grinned and pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“Stay the rest of the day?” she offered when Zvejia didn’t respond. “We can work up to the next part?”

Zvejia hummed, lacing her fingers back through Bessba’s.

“I guess…” she said, leaning back slightly to look at her better. “What do we do until then, hm sweetheart?”

The sound of Zvejia’s gravelly voice calling her sweetheart turned Bessba pink. The spark of her emotions was… complex to say the least.

“Oh I felt that one, babygirl,” Zvejia said with a crooked smirk.

“Shut uuup,” Bess huffed, turning away. Zvejia tilted her face back towards her, nearly touching her lips with her own.

“Hmm, no. You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” she said, keeping her voice in that same low purr.

“Ugh you’re so annoying,” Bessba said, getting her arms comfortable around Zippie’s shoulders before kissing her again. Zippie grinned into their kiss, putting her hands up Bessba’s shirt to get a good hold on her waist.

“Wait.”

“Hm?” Zvejia paused, drumming her fingers on her back. “What’s up?”

“If... you can feel what I feel… does me feeling… uh the way you make me feel make you feel… like that too?”

“Bess... what?”

Bessba flushed, flustered through the tips of Zippie’s fingers.

“I- y’know, like. If I’m all hot for you does it… do anything for you if you can feel that?”

Zvejia snorted, which turned into a wheezy laugh after a few seconds.

“Hey, don’t laugh at me!” Bess protested, even though Zippie’s laugh was close to becoming contagious.

“It’s a funny question, Bessie,” she grinned, pecking her on the lips. “Mmm as for the answer… Sort of. You do somethin’ else entirely to me as it is, princess. Knowin’ it’s me who gets you all hot and bothered would do a lot for me even if I couldn’t feel it.” Zvejia moved her hand up her shirt, grabbing one of Bessba’s braless boobs. Bess gasped when she rolled the bar in her nipple with her thumb.

“Oh actually yeah that does something for me now that i think about it.” Zippie said through a grin. “Go figure.”

“Oh my god you are like actually the worst.” Bess half moaned.  

“Want me to stop?” Zippie offered, knowing the answer.

“Nnnh keep touching me. Kiss me again too while you’re at it.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

Zvejia did as requested, running her other fingers across Bessba’s gills when she leaned back up to Bess’ face. Bess shivered. She leaned into Zvejia’s kiss, her touch. After a moment, she shifted in her lap, pulling her shirt up over her head. Zippie adjusted so Bess could better straddle her.

“Aw, aren’t you gonna get cold, princess?” She teased as Bess struggled to get the collar around her horns.

“Um, no. That’s what you’re here for.” Zippie laughed and Bess threw her shirt behind the couch.

“Yeah, Bess?” Zippie asked with a grin. Bessba nodded and pressed herself up against her. Zvejia ran her knuckles up Bess’ back.

“Mhmm. You wouldn’t let me freeze, would you Zvejia?” She asked with a little pout. Zvejia’s smile faltered a little bit, making Bessba pause.

“Bad?” she asked, concerned once again. “If Zvejia’s too weird-”

“It’s not that Bessie,” Zvejia sighed, “I like hearing it, especially from you, it’s… I don’t even know what it is. There’s something wrong with me.” 

“Right. Um. I can… put my shirt back on then.” 

“I mean-”

“I am nooot sitting here with my tits out if you’re not doing anything with them.” Bessba huffed, sitting up on her lap.

“What if I need a stress ball or two? I'm very fragile right now.” Bessba gave her a look. “Alright, alright, actually, I have a better idea. Hop off for a second hon.” Bess backed off back to her side of the couch. Zvejia sat up and pulled off her own shirt, looking almost more clothed with how much of her skin was covered in ink. She tossed it at Bess, then rubbed her own neck.

“There we go. Two birds. Here-” Zvejia sighed shakily and turned her back to Bessba, crossing her legs under her. In the busyness of the tattoos that swirled around her shoulders, the raised rivets that followed the lines of her shoulder blades twinkled in Bess’ apartment lights.

“I want… you to touch my back.” She said, sounding unsure of that herself. She pulled her hair over over her shoulder as Bess got dressed.

“I- Zippie?” Bess sounded somewhat alarmed. “Are- are you sure? I thought-”

“Be gentle with me, Bess,” she sighed. “But yes.”

Bessba cautiously moved forward, adjusting her new shirt as she did so. Her fingers found the raised scarring around one of those rivets- nearly invisible in the intricate snake patterning that sat there.

“My… powers didn’t used to be like this,” Zippie said, tensing up as Bessba explored further. She let off feeling her do so, but kept her fingers on her back. “But I wanted to be stronger. So we joined a cult.”

Bess paused for a moment, but let Zvejia continue.

“There was this guy. Purple. Powerful. Magic is the only way to describe what he could do. I wanted that. To be able to protect myself and-”

Zvejia took a deep breath, touching her fingers to her temples.

“It started off as normal as cult shit gets. ‘I am God and I can give you my blessing’ blah blah blah. ‘Move into our little religious compound so we can keep you safe and under our eye.’ Y’know. Normal. We were skeptical, me not nearly enough, but it was… fine for the most part.

“He saw something in us. And a few others. I’m not sure how many of us he brought to the labs, but there were enough.”

Bessba traced between her rivets, gentle enough to make Zippie shiver, but rough enough to keep her mind in Bessba’s apartment. For the most part.

“I was eager at that point. So was… she… But it could have been for my sake. It probably was.” Zvejia sniffed, and let out a shaky breath.

“The shit he and his warden did to us… I got what I fuckin wanted, but I died for it. My lusus did. And for that I… got plugged into the facility’s power grid.”

“Oh- Zippie no-”

“Mm.” Zvejia shifted slightly, resting her head on the arm of the couch. Bess ran her thumb over one of her rivets, making Zvejia shiver.

“I… got out… Eventually…”

“Not... we?”

“I hate that you’re observant when you want to be,” Zvejia grumbled. “Not we.” 

Bessba waited for a moment, speaking again when Zvejia wouldn’t.

“Was it… Endara?” She asked quietly, trailing her fingers across the arm that held that same name. Zvejia clenched her fist and nodded.

“It was her idea to get out of there. They did shit to her too, different, but… I just… we weren't supposed to make it. I don’t know how I did. We overloaded the fucking place and blew a crater into Delhon but I got out without a scratch on me somehow.

“Well... No new scratches, anyway.” Zvejia sighed and leaned into Bessba’s touch feeling… almost soothed by it.

“I’m… sorry, Zee,” Bess said softly, pressing a kiss between her shoulders. Then another one, trailing up between each rivet.

“It’s not your fault.” Zvejia shivered against her lips. “But that’s… Mostly it. I- obviously there’s more, but… I mean…”

“Can I ask you something, Zvejia?” Bess asked, shifting back as Zvejia started to sit back up.

“Go ahead, darlin'.”

“How old are you?”

Zvejia smiled an almost sad sort of smile.

“Thirty… six I think. I spent a lot of time down there so I don’t really remember. Why?”

“Ohhh so you’re, like, oollld,” Bess teased, settling back in against Zvejia’s bare chest. She snorted and flicked at one of Bessba’s fins.

“Ten sweeps ain’t mean that much at your age, do they Bess?” She asked, somewhat amused. Bess stuck her tongue out, tracing the lightning on Zippie’s chest.

“Maybe I think old women are hot,” Bessba said with confidence. Zvejia laughed and squeezed her closer, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

“Shut up. I- you know it feels… better getting that much off my chest.” Zvejia paused for a moment, looking into Bessba’s big pink eyes. She was unsure if the overwhelming affection she was feeling was from the sparse contact Bess was making with her bare skin, or if it was just… Bessba. The affect she had on her and her impeccable nerves. It could be neither. Both. Something divine. Either way, she was positive of at least one thing:

“I want you to be mine,” she murmured.

“I always have been,” Bess whispered back. 

“I love you Bessba. I’m- in love with you. ” Zvejia pulled Bess’ face closer, feeling her own cheeks warm at her earnestness. “I should have done this sooner.”

“I get why you couldn’t,” Bess sniffed, “I’m, like, super in love with you too.”

Zvejia kissed her, softer than Zippie tended to be, even with Bess. She felt Bessba sigh, lazily wrapping her arms around her neck.

“Anything you want, Bessba.” Zippie murmured. “I will do anything you want me to, for as long as I can.”

“...Does that mean I can have the-”

“No it does not. Now c’mere.”

Zvejia kissed her again, this time taking Bessba's face between  her palms. 

[natewriteslol]

Hey! Could i request the dorm leaders with an esper MC? Kinda like Mob psycho or Saiki k :) and maybe they don't really use this ability of theirs that much since in their world they're literally a teen who's trying to live a normal life(like Mob basically), so nobody knew about their psychic powers except Grim since the mirror said that he couldnt sense any magic in them(i'm pretty sure that psychic powers don't really count as magic but idk lol).

Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna write it! :)

 A/N: Ooh this was a fun one! I haven't watched Mob Psycho (I know about that fine ass blonde man-) but I have watched Saiki k and I loved it, still need to finish it tho jlafljhdas 

Characters: Kalim Al-Asim, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Azul Ashengrotto, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

P.S: I’m so sorry this is so long omg but I guess this is a strong comeback-

Warnings: none except for language

Riddle:

-You wanted to stay as far away as possible from him

-Riddle was part of the trio of people you wanted to stay away from: Riddle, Vil, and Azul

-Riddle paid so much attention to fine details that if something was up, he'd definitely notice it

-But unfortunately you were best friends with the two goobers of Heartslabyul: Ace and Deuce

-And Riddle had started to pay attention to you and your habits, and something was off with you

-It's almost as though you tried too hard to be normal, like Jamil

-And he could never let something like that happen again, so yes he was watching you

-One day you accidently slipped up and was irresponsible with your powers

-Grim was bothering you since he got into a deal with Azul for tuna and they were standing outside with the twins, since Grim lost

-You told him to fend for himself and teleported, however you didn’t plan where you would go

-And you teleported into the Heartslabyul dorm

-What sucks is that your teleportation power was literally flashy with a bright ass green light every time you popped in somewhere

-Just when you thought you were lucky since the whole dorm was uninhabited...except for Riddle who watched the whole thing

-He was completely shocked, he didn’t know what to say other than “What did you just do?!” 

-You explained to him, and that just pieced everything together

-How you solved overblots with such ease, and that one day you had a “strength potion to test for Azul” was such bs!

-Riddle ends up keeping your secret, since he values your privacy but if you do something major and mess up then he will tell!

-”I understand but please be more careful with your powers. I need to institute discipline and you are no exception, Y/N.”

-He really does care about you and doesn’t want you to be found out 

-Goes the extra mile to cover for you often, and in exchange you help him out with things :)

Leona:

-He didn't really care about you at first but as you started to hang Jack and Ruggie, Leona started to get more suspicious

-Your scent had proven that you had some trace of magic, but Leona just couldn't put his finger on it

-So he sent Ruggie after you for a couple of days

-If you were a threat to Savanaclaw, Leona would crush you

-But Ruggie had only reported back that everything with you was perfectly normal

-"Just give it up Leona, they're just an ordinary human. The scent is probably weird because they're from a completely different world."

-But Leona still had that feeling, so he was keeping an eye on you

-You had made a deal with Crowley to keep your powers secret to solve problems on campus (it did cut repair costs and handymen costs in half so-)

-Your new quest was to rid the forest of the Angolo fungus that was manifesting into living fungus blobs 

-The one thing that gave you away was Grim, as you both had to stop by the Greenhouse to read some info about the fungus

-The cat beast was being far too loud, not understanding why he had to go and mess around with the icky fungus

-You simply replied “It’ll be quick, I’ll just use Hydrokinesis and dry out the fungus since they’re mainly filled with water. They become fertilizer once dried so we can just leave them there.”

-And there Leona was, ears perked up once he heard your voice

-Hydrokinesis? What are you talking about?

-So he set off, following you to the forest

-You started to fly, turning the once green and lively fungus to brown dust while Grim napped against a tree

-Leona for the first time in the while, was left speechless

-Once you noticed him, you realized you had to talk to him

-Confronting him later on, luckily Leona didn’t spill to anyone 

-He promised to never tell anyone about what he saw, and had no clapbacks for what you had to say 

- Leona doesn’t even benefit from this secret...besides mayyybee one day asking for your help if his pride lets him

-By the Great Seven why does everything have to not be in his favor-

Azul:

-Another one who you have got to be careful around, since he’s incredibly observant

-More observant than Riddle

-Azul noticed that you’re an incredibly average person, and were incredibly relaxed even during the most stressful situations

-And almost every single time whenever you were in a tight spot, it works in your favor

-Just how is that possible? Solving overblots left and right? Every single time you disappeared the infestation of magical beasts are gone? 

-One day, you were getting picked on by a three guys, their stature far above yours and incredibly strong. How could you possibly win?

-Just as he was about to scoop in a save you, you slammed one of the men into the concrete, taking on the other two by electrocuting them, the blue lightning buzzing in your palms

-They were completely knocked out, dusting off your palms and picking up your things only to face Azul’s eyes

-After giving an explanation of what that was, he was still speechless

-Azul at first was incredibly shocked and then since Azul is Azul... later on realized this had benefits

-He could just blackmail you to be his new bodyguard!

-Oh how he always manages to bend life to his will-!

-So you could just wipe his memory... or turn him into stone...nvm

-You’re now Azul’s arch nemesis since you end up saving people from his scamming and you’re basically untouchable and there’s nothing he can do about it

-But he does find your great strength admirable (and a lil hot, I mean what can u say seeing someone floating in the air with electricity flowing through them is a nice look okay Nate shut up)

Kalim: 

-Oh Kalim my beloved

-He just thinks that you’re incredibly talented and a little mysterious

-You have your little quirks and he has his! Who is he to judge?

-Until one day you wanted to make the load lighter on Jamil, since the berries that Kalim had requested for were only in season in one country

-You decided to just teleport and then come back with the berries so Kalim wouldn’t be pouty 

-You were outside the door ready to teleport when last minute you felt a hand on your shoulder

- “Oh Y/N you forgot-!”

-And there both you and Kalim were, in a berry field thousands of miles away from the Scarabia dorm

-Kalim screams, falling to the lush green of the field

-What happened?! Where are we?! How did you do that?!

-You quickly gathered all the berries at light speed, making sure that you got back before Jamil realized that you were gone

-Kalim wasn’t scared of you, rather impressed that you were able to keep a secret for that long, he could never!

-You’re already super cool, and on top of this you have otherwordly powers!

- “It must’ve been stressful living your life like this! But don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret!”

-Yes he sometimes asks you to perform some of your powers for him, sorry Y/N-

Vil:

-While you were his friend, he was incredibly suspicious of you

-Even though you wiped everyone’s memory, he still had the faint memory of when he was in overblot mode of you blasting him with a beam of light

-Vil was incredibly upset as one of his assistants had mixed up his items, and left one of his vital skincare items on the set of where they were filming a new commercial

-It was being shipped and would take 3 days to reach NRC

-His mood was horrible and you had to do something about it to give grace to the Pomefiore dorm

-So you went to the second story of the Pomefiore dorm, ready to use Apport (the power to pull anything before you) 

-However, Vil felt incredibly guilty

-He was acting like a child and he shouldn’t have taken it out on the people who he loves and values

- “Y/N, how I was acting was incredibly inappropriate and- is that my moisturizer? How did you get it?”

-Starts freaking out as this was impossible as it was on it’s way from being shipped from another country

-This was the last straw for him ther was no justification for this that wasn't done by some form of magic

-He takes you to his room to make you sit down and give him an explanation for this

-Once you finished, Vil understood but was still freaked out

-He cares alot about keeping your powers a secret and will cover for you

-"So my aport powers need to exchange something of equal value so... I exchanged it with that Scucci purse over there-

-"MY LIMITED EDITION SCUCCI PURSE?!"

-He loves you, but you're dead to him, Y/N dear

Idia:

-Before he knew you, he didn't really notice anything off with you

-A little quiet sure but he minded his own business, he had bigger things to focus on

-Until you hung around Ignihyde more often for a project, fixing a huge generator by yourself for one of your partners for a project

-They took a break only after you told them that they could and apprehensive went to go get food and water

-Anyone with eyes could see that there's an overbearing amount of energy flowing through the fairly large sized cube

-Wait, you were wearing no gloves, you could get electrocuted! Why would have your bare hands on something like that?!

-Just as he was able to yell, it was too late, your whole body was flowing with the bright blue energy... and then you let go

-You were walking completely fine, you went and held a random wire on the ground, placing the electricity inside

-The static from your hair was gone, and you looked completely normal. . .

-Just what the hell are you?

-He did hours of research trying to figure you out, even sending Ortho to monitor you

-Yet there was nothing, you were just a “regular teen” 

-Was ready to get S.T.Y.X.S on your ass- (is that too soon to joke abt my bad overblot boys-)

-Until one day he caught you again bending electricity to your will

-Is incredibly impressed with your power (lowkey wanting to experiment on you)

-After he realizes that you can read minds Idia is so damn frightened

- “O-Okay I promise not to say anything, just don’t tell anyone what I’m thinking a-alright?!”

Malleus:

-You were one of the only people who he trusted

-Malleus had always detected some form of magical aura that was otherworldly from you and it never seemed to fade

-And it wasn’t often, but it was almost like you knew what he was thinking

-Whenever he was deeply upset he felt a twinge of energy from you, and then you would insist and help him out with his problems

-And he flat out says “Are you reading my mind, Y/N?”

-You had never been directly outed like this before, you felt horrible 

-You never read people’s minds unless it was very necessary

-whenever Malleus felt deeply gloomy you felt like it was important to just read his mind and help him with the problem

-You explained it to him and apologized, but he wasn’t upset

-In fact, he was smiling?

- “It seems like we have alot of things that we’re hiding from each other. But... you always had the best intentions whenever you used your abilities”

-He let out a sigh and reluctantly admitted, “And, I know that I’m quite stubborn with revealing my feelings.” 

- “I will keep your secret as long as you keep mine, Child of Man,” the dragon fae said, you both shaking on it

- “I always had a feeling that you were special, but I never thought it would be something of this caliber...” 

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Mary I am in dire need of some of your amazing writing. If you’re still using that prompt list, how about 35 with Lancelot?

absolutely, gladly, omg, lancelot and “Can you play with my hair?”, wonderful combo

warnings btw, I kind of implied that the reader has had some issues with physical touch in the past, so whatever you make of this (toxic relationships, abusive parents, I had a lot of thoughts) please keep that in mind

another warning, I just edited this and it fucking sucks, but I'm tired asf and literally in bed already so I don't mind rn

"You're heavy", you pouted, running your fingers up and down Lancelot's bare biceps. It was hot outside, so hot that you were sweating despite the comforting breeze and the heavy, much welcomed temperature fall that the night had brought with it.

He laughed as he squeezed your other hand even firmer, pulling it up to his lips and kissing it once. Twice. "You told me to lay down on top of you. I told you my head would hurt your stomach but no, you wouldn't have it."

A cheeky smile threatened to spread on your face, but you pushed that far down, not wanting to take the risk of him seeing it even though he physically couldn't have. It was an honour to have him so close to you, especially after years of not daring to even shake his hand, afraid that he might just crumble and fall the way everything else in your life had. But still you could never say no to a bit of banter.

"At least turn around", you complained, and poked him in the chest. His shirt was barely covering it up. His shirt - god, his shirt. When he'd thrown it on this morning you had almost choked on your breakfast. It wasn't that you'd never seen him wear anything without sleeves. It was just that you hadn't seen him wear anything without sleeves as long as you'd been in Camelot. And he looked like he'd stolen it from Percival.

"If that'll make it more comfortable", he said, wiggling a bit and turning, not letting go of your hand but only placing it back where it had been before. Now he could look at you. But it wasn't like he needed to see your face to know that you weren't actually complaining.

"Very much so", you agreed and grinned, beginning again to trail your finger up and down his arm. Writing out your own name. You did it again and again, over and over. He was watching you, catching your eye whenever you dared to sneak a glance at him and not focus on the feeling of your sensitive skin against his. You should be used to this. Should be used to this closeness, this touch, the new reality it brought with it. But you weren't.

"Will you play with my hair?", he asked suddenly. You stopped in the midst of your movements, and turned to stare at him this time, eyes wide.

"Really? You want me to-"

"Yes"

"Alright". And though you were squirmish, too excited for your own good, confused and nervous all the same, you slowly allowed your fingers to dance all the way up his head and into his hair, and brushed through one strand after the other. You were fascinated with your task. As slowly as you were fulfilling it, but you were fascinated nonetheless.

Healing processes took a long time. You were glad that you'd found Lancelot to help you through everything. And knowing just how important this was to you, he stayed as still as he possibly could.

[abstract-crossverse]

Could you do a Tricky x Male Winged reader? (like demon-y wings-) Maybe they're an (ex)scientist he used to know before losing his mi n d--

Help what do I title this--

2022 edit: format change and some edititng in dialogue

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Tricky x Male!Demon winged!Reader [headcanons]

You probably bumped into each other while he was chasing Hank around

He was just going to kill you for getting in his way, thinking you were just some random grunt but he completely froze once he saw your face

You were so familiar, but any memory he could bring up was blurry, but you were just so familiar could couldn't bring himself to just kill you

And you did fly off while he was trying to remember where he saw you, so he left it at that and went back to his hideout, forgetting what he was doing previously, much to Hank's relief

But you just wouldn't leave him, no matter how hard he tried to get you off his mind, it's always accidentally floating back to you

Which is another reason he decided to stick around you once he saw you again, he followed you like a duckling, even if you didn't know

He can be very stealthy if he's underground

Eventually you just, got sick of that 'stupid sign' following you and just yanked Tricky off that hole he created, after all, it would also give your location away

You just dragged him to an empty alleyway and asked wtf he wanted

"YOU LOOK FAMILIAR TO CLOWN, I JUST WANTED TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE" he responded, strangely enough, his voice was also familiar

"[Name].. my name's [Name]" you said

And there ensued a bunch of visits from our favorite zombie clown

He knew your hideout from following you so he just visited very often, and brought hot dogs

You became great friends overtime, and he was slowly remembering you

You already figured out who he was, over behaviour comparisons and a little digging

And it saddened you to see what your friend turned into, but you were just glad he was.... 'okay'??

The day he remembered most things about you was the same day he confessed

He made you laugh a little too hard that day, and as you were laughing, a wave of deja-vu hit him along with some clearer memories

He stood there, staring at you as you finally calmed down

Seeing him like that kinda spooked you out, but he snapped out of it right when you said his name

He didn't say anything when you asked if he was okay, he just, tackle hugged you and stayed quiet, which was kinda concerning

Eventually he explained the memories he remembered and accidentally confessed in the middle

When he realized he confessed he just freezed up, mind racing faster than usual

You smiled and awkwardly with a blush said you felt the same, and that you already knew who he used to be

He took a big while to respond, but he hugged you faster than ever and laughed like a maniac, he was just so happy you felt the same

Omg this is already so long

He likes to fly with you, on your back or just hanging from your hands

He also randomly launches you into the air to see you fly and glide back to him, where you have to hold yourself from smacking your boyfriend for scaring you like that

He doesn't like you getting close to his fights with Hank, purely bc he can get VERY carried away and fears accidentally killing you

But you watch from the sky anyway

If you have any scars on your wings, he asks if he can touch them, and trace them gently(and shakily) with his fingers, it's one of the only things keeping his focused enough to be able to stop shaking for a while

Often falls asleep while he does that though, so if you needed to do something before hand, good fucking luck cuz you ain't going no where

Since you have better memories of his former self then him, he might ask you how he was before the madness

If you where transformed into what you are now by the AAHW, then he feels guilty he didn't find you before to help you

Just pet his hair, makes all his troubles go away like a light switch, for a limited time ofc

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I'm done this is so long, hope you liked it tho!!

[marichat-verse]

Mist Memories

Leo Valdez x reader for his birthday ahhhh (even though it's angsty) with a platonic/developing jason x reader cameo at the end (lmao im sorry i couldn't help myself 😭)

Based on this picture I found in pinterest + also [kinda] based on traitor by olivia rodrigo and omg i really recommend u guys listen to this edit because it reminds me so much of this fic that's been stuck in my head for MONTHS also kind of a run away with me prologue lol

Your POV

I nervously made my way across the forest until I reached a limestone cliff. I knocked on the iron door, not really expecting to get an answer.

My boyfriend has been shutting himself in Bunker 9 for the past few weeks. I stood there counting up to seven before knocking again. I knocked again two more times, until he answered in the middle of my last knock.

He removed his goggles and winced as sunlight hit his eyes. He'd grown thinner and paler, making the dark circles in his eyes more pronounced.

"Oh, Leo..." I reached out to brush a few strands of hair away from his face, but he moved away.

"What are you doing here?" He said in a monotone voice.

I moved to walk inside the Bunker, brushing off his hesitation to let me in. "I'm your partner, remember? And I'm really concerned because you're shutting yourself out lately. You know everyone's starting to worry about you. Percy asked me to check on you because you missed pegasus riding with him. Oh, and I'm pretty sure Jason's coming back from Camp Jupiter soon. I was hoping you and Annabeth could be with Piper while Percy and I hung out with Jason because it's been a little awkward since their breakup. Plus Piper wanted to tell you something—"

"Please," he said forcefully causing me to stop and look at him. "Just... Get out."

Normally, he'd shut himself from the world for a few days to work on an important project or because he was feeling really sad and he needed space. But this was getting out of hand. He had never locked me out of his life when I offered to help him. He was never this mean when he asked for space. I was not having this attitude of his.

"Okay, Leo. I tried to play nice. What is so important that you blow off all your friends for nearly a month that you can't even tell your partner, or maybe say hi to your best friend who's coming back from the other side of the country?"

He didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and avoided eye contact. I scanned he room for any signs.

It was messier than usual with all the crumpled paper scattered on the floor, especially on his desk. He could have been drawing up new plans. Something in my gut told me that something wasn't right. There were no new unfinished projects, indicating that he wasn't starting a new invention. Harley's helicopter lay on his bench in the same state it was weeks ago. Huh, not even his siblings could enter the Bunker.

I turned and Leo was already changing Festus' oil. I took this moment of distraction to pick up a few pieces of crumpled paper on the floor and on his desk. I had to process the words a bit longer—too long that Leo took notice. Damn dyslexia.

I heard footsteps speed up behind me, but it was too late. I read enough and got the gist of what he had been trying to do these past few weeks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled at me. Small embers started to erupt between his curls.

I laughed dryly. "So this is what you've been up to?"

His fists tightened, further crumpling the paper in his hands. His eyes flashed with anger, despair and confusion.

I sighed and focused my eyes on his desk, not daring to look at him any longer. Under some pieces of paper were old photographs of him and Piper from Wilderness School. Yup, those definitely were the mist memories she had with Jason. I read the latest draft he'd been writing:

Dear Piper,

Remember the mist memories from boarding school with Jason? They were real, but they were with me.

I miss you. I miss when it was just us. I miss the night on the roof.

Yours truly,

Leo Valdez

I tried to keep my voice from cracking. "How long?"

I heard him sigh. "Three weeks."

I balled my fists. Tears started to fall and smudge the ink. I wiped them away as fast as they came.

"How?"

"In a dream," his tone softened now. "Hera came to me in a dream and told me to check an old drawer in Bunker 9. I found the photos and the memories came rushing back."

"How long were you dating back then?"

"Two weeks."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

Silence; then a deep breath.

"No."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Because I knew you'd get upset like—"

"I meant why would you throw away months of our relationship for a couple of weeks of your relationship with her? And without even bothering to tell me? Gods damn it, Leo. We've been together since you've first arrived at camp. And what about those promises you made when we were sailing to Greece? You've been keeping these feelings away from me and you've been lying to me, making me believe that there's still something between us and—"

"Oh, calm down," he said with an annoyed expression and tone, which only infuriated me more, "it's not like I did anything were her yet! I didn't kiss her or tell her how I truly felt for her! She just got out of a relationship with Jason around the same time I had that dream. I had to figure out how to talk to her about it. I've been alone in this Bunker for three. Fucking. Weeks. I didn't cheat on you."

"Oh, and that makes everything better?" I countered. "Being in a relationship isn't about not cheating, Leo. It's about being honest and communicating with each other."

"Oh, like you've been communicating with me? After the war, you take go back to Manhattan for school, and you take a job. I haven't seen you much during the holidays because work has been keeping you in the city. And you won't tell me what you even do for a living!"

I took in a deep breath. "I told you I needed to have a life outside of camp! I needed to know first that I could handle myself in the mortal world as a normal human being. I needed this demigod part of my life to be separate as much as possible! I've been in two wars, Leo. I needed time to myself, too. And I was about to tell you guys in a few more days. But I guess now, I'm glad I've kept you out of that part of my life. At least I have an escape from all of this. And now, especially from you."

I took another deep breath and walked to the door, about to let myself out. I turned back again, both our tear-stained eyes meeting each other.

"If it makes you feel any better," I said softly, "I would've hated the idea of us breaking up. But if you really love her, if you really feel like you have this special connection to her and she makes you happy, then I won't get in your way. You could at least have had the decency to talk to me so we could have left on a good note."

He looked at me with wide eyes, clearly regretting his actions. I sighed and looked around the Bunker, possibly for the last time. Lots of memories were definitely created in this room; all just as grand and meaningful as the inventions they made here. But just like some of Hephaestus' contraptions, some of them were flawed and dumped in his scrapyard, no matter how much potential it could have had.

"Goodbye, Leo."

I sat on a rock on the beach that gave me a beautiful view of Long Island Sound. To my left, the sun started to set, casting an orange filter on everything. My heart broke, remembering how everything glowed orange in the Bunker. Leo always left the fires burning when he was working. The sunlight twinkling against the sea reminded me of how small bits of flame peaked through his hair earlier. I remembered how mad he was at me. Or maybe he was mostly mad at himself.

"Hey."

I jumped when someone sat—or rather, landed—beside me. I turned and smiled, seeing one of my good friends back at camp.

"Hey, you're back," I said weakly. "How long have you been here?"

He smiled at me, although he could maybe sense that something was wrong. "Half an hour, maybe? I saw Annabeth making plans to expand camp to have a city. She made me do an aerial inspection and I told her I'll get back to her tonight. That's when I saw you."

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not really knowing what to say. It was silent for a few minutes before I spoke up again, knowing he was just waiting for me to open up.

"I broke up with Leo."

His head quickly turned to me. I guess he wasn't expecting it to be that bad. "What?"

"Oh yeah," I laughed dryly. "Turns out the mist memories Piper had in Wilderness School with you? They were real. But not with you."

His eyes widened. "Oh... With Leo."

"He locked himself in the Bunker for weeks trying to write a letter. It was heartbreaking. Like, truly heartbreaking. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her and how much he missed them. Then he said how much he missed that night with her under the stars and... It hurt. Like hell."

"Oh," he said. "I guess Piper didn't tell me everything then."

"She knew all along?"

He shook his head. "Maybe not everything, but she told me she's been confused about her feelings lately and she'd been having visions or dreams of possible old memories that were messing with her head."

"I'm sorry about you and Piper," I said.

"Don't be," he said. "I understand her. It did hurt, though. But I think I can get over it some day. We're still awkward around each other, but at least we left on a good note."

I scoffed. "Leo couldn't even give me a good ending to our relationship."

"Hey," he said as he put a hand on my shoulder. "You're a great person, y/n. You've done so much, especially for him. It's his loss that he was stupid enough to let go of you."

"I know that."

"Do you really?"

"I do!" I said. "I'm a great person and I know that. But that doesn't mean what he did doesn't hurt me."

"I know," he said. "You'll find someone who'll treat you like the queen that you are. You're a great person, and I'm not just saying this to cheer you up. I truly think you're amazing."

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Jason. And you'll find someone great, too. Maybe not as great as me but, then again, who is?"

We both let out a laugh. The conch sounded in the distance, signaling dinner. I moved to stand up before hearing Jason speak up again.

"Hey, do you maybe want to just grab a couple of plates and eat out here?"

I smiled. "Yeah. That sounds good. I don't really want everyone else hounding me about the breakup right now."

I don't know how long it was going to take me to get over Leo. We really did gave something special. It was cruel how the universe gave me something so good, to make me have hope that something was finally going right, then have it yanked away from my arms just as suddenly as it came.

He never cheated on me, but that didn't mean he didn't betray every promise we made to each other. I should have known it was too good to be true. Life has always played cruel jokes on me.

Then again, who's to say that things won't turn out for the better, right?

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Tagging: @drvrslcense @bubblybubbubs @dreamerball @quteez @aesthetxcimagines @chasingpj @beingleft @wadewilsonsgreatestfriend

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Ikevamp - Romantic Rivalry Part 2 - Napoleon

Seriouslyyyyyyyyyy, this man drives me crazy!!!!!!!!

I'm so excited after reading just the premium that I'll write my comments about this event story now hhahaha.

I'll try to do the sweet end too. If I manage to unlock it, I'll update this post later.

Edit: I finished sweet today. Fuck yeah :)

You know those story events you needed but you were not aware of it? THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED TO ME TODAY!

How on earth I have never thought how cool it would be to participate in a couple contest with Napoleon? PLSSS, THIS SHOULD BE FUCKING CANON!!!!!!!!!

Our sugar daddy Comte entered MC and Napoleon in a couple contest. Apparently, these contests are kinda trendy in Paris now.

Obviously, MC was excited to test their affinity in a couple contest. And Napoleon, as the perfect ikemen he is, said he'd gladly join if that's what his girlfriend wanted. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

So, before the contest day, MC asked for the residents's help because she had no idea what they'll have to do. Sebastian then decided to test MC and Napoleon for the big day. OMG that was so much funnnnnn.

The game was simple: you had to write on a paper what your partner would answer. If both write the same answer, they score a point.

And Sebastian called Theo and Vincent to challenge MC and Napoleon hahahahaha. You already know who won, right? LMAO

MC and Napoleon lost and Sebastian decided to punish the losing team. They'd have to do Sebastian's grocery shopping.

So MC and Napoleon went to town to buy whatever Sebastian needed. And then again, Napoleon showed why it's impossible to not love him.

MC was supposed to wait for him while he went somewhere to solve something. But she thought she should just go ahead and buy all the products. When Napoleon saw her carrying all those bags, he immediately told her she should have waited for him and he took all the bags so she wouldn't have to carry heavy stuff. WHAT A GENTLEMAN😍

I don't know how much time passed, but it was the day of the contest and MC and Napoleon were already waiting for the organizers to call their names. While they were waiting their turn, MC said she was nervous and then she mentioned that Japanese 'method' of drawing the kanji for 'person' in your hand. When you do that and then 'eat' the kanji, that supposedly would help you feel less anxious.

When she was drawing the kanji in her hand, Napoleon 'ate' the kanji for her. But the way he did it was so fucking sexy. Please. He even licked MC's hand HAHAHA. I would have had a hard time focusing on the contest after that LOL

So, it was their turn and the contest game was simple, but not easy imo. The men would be blindfolded and then the ladies would have to touch their shoulders, all in the same way. The goal was to guess right which of the ladies was their girlfriend.

Napoleon, as cocky as always, looked at MC and said she didn't have to worry cuz he was sure he'd find her. And he was not lying hahaha. He got it right quickly, and as all the other men couldn't guess as fast as him, they won. YAYYY. I KNEW MY NAPOLEON COULD DO IT <3

PREMIUM

After the contest, they were heading to the mansion. They started talking inside the carriage and MC said she wanted to thank him somehow for what he did today. She was so happy and proud he got it right. Then, Napoleon asked for a reward. A kiss. He pointed to his cheeks, but you know how clever he is.

When MC was going to kiss his cheek, he turned his face to obviously get a kiss on his lips. I KNEW HE WAS GOING TO DO THAT HAHAHA. AFTER LOVING THIS MF FOR YEARS I GUESS I LEARNED ONE THING OR TWO ABOUT HIM XD

Then, they got home to have lots of fun, but to know what happened, you need to buy the epilogue. Unfortunately, I didn't read all the juicy content cuz I'm saving dias for the election =/. I hope there is a rerun of this event so I can get another chance of buying this one.

But, tbh, I loved this story event with Napoleon. I usually like most of his story events, but this particular one was so much fun! It just gave me so many ideas of other couple contests they could join.

And Napoleon's personality is so fucking wholesome. Every time I play his event stories I get super happy cuz it's more content with my man, but, at the same time, I get frustrated that I don't have more Napoleon's routes to read hahahahha.

Thankfully, his bday is coming and I'll buy his set to read more exclusive stories. I would also love if cybird release another CD drama. I miss his voice so fucking much.

SWEET

After Napoleon said MC's name, he immediately took off the blindfold. He was happy to confirm he got it right. But the organizers of the contest didn't want him to take off the blindfold so soon. But as he guessed super fast, they were not prepared for a situation like this one.

So they decided to give MC and Napoleon a prize as well for winning the game. But I suppose the biggest prize was for someone else who followed all the rules.

The next thing we see is Napoleon and MC chatting in his room at the mansion. MC was thrilled he got it right. She was so proud of him and so happy that he knows her so well. He asked if she would be able find him too. MC said she would recognize his hands for sure.

On the next day, they were in town again. MC was waiting for Napoleon. He was on one of his errands. While she was waiting for him, some people recognized her from the couple contest and started to congratulate her for their performance.

Suddenly, she sees a bunch of women surrounding Napoleon. He sees annoyed with the situation but says nothing. When he notices MC from afar, he calls her name and runs toward her.

He grabs her hand and they start running to get away from those girls.

MC asked how he knew she was in that exact location. He said he just wished she was there. When he looked again, there she was.

[that-bajan-kid]

Boku No Hero Academia Chapter 286 SPOILERS

(#getshoutototherapy2020)

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Picking up right where we left off. Kacchan's fucking dying and Deku's about to loose his last brain cell.

Todoroki catches both Endeavour and Bakugou because apparently he can fly now which, I'm not sure how that works since the fire is only coming out of one foot but that's not what I should be focusing on rn.

AFO basically said "Ha what an idiot!" and Midoriya, to absolutely no ones surprise, does not take this new development very well, nor does he approve of AFO attitude about it. The images of all his soon-to-be-dead comrades flashes in his mind along with that warning the 5th user gave him about controlling his emotions. It looks like he's about to ignore that warning. Well, even more than he has been already.

Sigh. I actually don't want to see what happens next. Look at him! Black Whip is going nuts. If he survives this I don't think he's gonna go pro. He might end up retiring before he even started his career.

(Edit: I just notice Midoriya's grabbing and biting the force activation... fingers? Claws? Um yeah he's doing that.)

Am I seeing things or is that AFO's potato head looking ass grinning from inside that crack on Shigaraki's head??? What the fuck lol.

We cut back to Giganto who's currently bulldozing his way through Sauro City in the Osaka prefecture and he's all "Master's scent... there's two of them...?" THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THERE'S TWO OF THEM!?!?!?? One is obviously Shigaraki. Shit is he smelling AFO too? What the fuck is happening rn??????? Is AFO warping his way to Jakku through Shigaraki's head???

NO DON'T FUCKING SEND THEM THERE OMG

Send literally anyone else. We not about to have anymore child casualties. I don't think Midoriya is mentally prepared for that.

Ochako is thinking about how everything started going down hill after the USJ and it looks like she might be getting ready to do something stupid.

FUCK. Welp! That's the end of the manga folks! Main character is dead. They had a good run, but everything must come to an end eventually. I'm just sad everyone's sacrifice was in vain. Oh well. What can you do. It ezzz what it ezzz. I'm sure gonna miss this manga lol.

Seriously tho, Shouto is gonna be so fucking traumatised when this is over. First his teacher and then his dad immediately followed by his two best friends. On top of the abuse he had as a child he's gonna need so much fucking therapy.

You know what would be really fucking funny? If AFO went through all that trouble, corrupting Shigaraki and moulding him into the perfect vessel, only to still not be able to take OFA. That would be so fucking hilarious. Also I think Midoriya just realised he fucked up.

OMG ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!?!??! Now Midoriya has to help him. I mean he can't not after seeing this. And I was so ready to hate him too. God damnit Horikoshi. Tomura's the bad guy, I'm not supposed to feel things for him. Ugh now I feel bad for wanting him dead. Fuck. AFO's hand is fused with his body, that's so messed up. Is this gonna end up being Tomura's redemption? He finally realises AFO doesn't actually care about him and has been manipulating him the entire time? I'd be okay with that as long as he still goes to prison.

(Edit: This is a late edit but I just wanted to point out it's actually really obvious Shigaraki is still fighting back against AFO. You can tell from looking at his eyes and his dialogue immediately after Katsuki gets skewered. I honestly don't know how I missed the signs, tho I guess we've already established I'm kinda slow to pick up on these things.)

And he's trying to claw AFO hand off of him. The more I look at it the more messed up it gets.

Ok yeah Midoriya is currently trying to crawl his way over to help Shigaraki but Nana is like "You still can't move here."

Oh shit the vestiges are getting involved.

I genuinely thought Shigaraki willingly relinquished controll to AFO, only to find out the blind bastard took it by force. Wow. I really shouldn't be this surprised. It's totally like him to take advantage of someone vulnerable and Shigaraki was literally about to die so...

I also like how Izuku was genuinely trying to killed Shigaraki literally 5 seconds ago and immediately flipped his stance once he realised Shiggy needs help. Idk if he thinks AFO was always in controll that entire time or if he knows he wasn't but wants to help Shiggy anyway. Either way it's totally a Deku thing to do and I love it. It looks like his sanity came back too so that's good. He's still gonna be severely injured when he wakes up but at least his mental state is back normal.

I wonder how the next chapter will go. Is Nana bout get some revenge on AFO for what happened to her and her family? Are we bout to see a bunch of ghost fight each other??? I wanna see that.

Wait, can AFO not get OFA because of the vestiges? It sounds like Nana is about to intervene on Tomura's behalf. We're the vestiges just fighting back AFO's quirk every time he tried to take it? If that's the case why did he think Shigaraki would be any different? Was he hoping Shigaraki would override that because he's related to Nana?

So many questions, not enough answers.

Until next time.

[nervousmendes]

Unsent Part 1 - Shawn Mendes

shawn x reader

a/n : so I'm finally back afer a really long break and I've been so excited to edit and post this one. I should also mention that is my first time writing angst so please be kind. any feedback would be much appreciated!

warnings : none, just 1.5k words of amateur angst and heartbreak

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It was a pleasant Saturday, the sun was long gone and the moonlight that spilled through the window was just enough to relax you while you worked on your research paper. Doing a PhD was never easy, and now that classes were going on in full swing, you were almost convinced that it was impossible. Your days mostly just consisted of you going to classes, working on essays, trips to the library and maybe watch a little Netflix before you hit the sack. It was a routine now, and you were always used to this life. You found your calm in the chaos whenever you could talk to your boyfriend who was touring somewhere in some city across the ocean. With your time zones never matching and him constantly traveling it was impossible to keep up with his schedule but you both did your best to stay as connected as possible.

When tour first kicked off, you missed Shawn so much. You hated the distance and you spent hours on end talking to him on facetime, blowing kisses and whining about wanting "virtual cuddles". It was a nightly ritual for the two of you to facetime immediately after his show, and since he was still in America at the time, it was easier to find a way to talk when you were both free. Even when you'd be too busy looking into your laptop screen while he was performing for thousands of excited teenagers every other night, there was some kind of warmth, some affirmation, that at the end of the day it was always going to be the two of you together until forever. Even though the physical distance made you sad, your relationship with him never seemed to burn out. Your love for each other was always so strong that the thought of being apart from each other never threatened your relationship.

But things shifted with time and the routine facetime calls went from after every show to every alternate show and then to every few days. You'd only text each other once or twice a day and it always felt like it was just for the sake of it. Sometimes you would go about your entire day and only realize before going to bed that you hadn't thought of him or spoken to him once throughout. You now knew more about him through his Instagram stories than you did from what he told you about tour. The quick ‘I love you’s exchanged before hanging up felt more mechanical than natural. Of course it hurt you, it made you feel guilty and made your heart ache at the same time, but you knew deep down that he was feeling that way too. It's not like he remembered to text you every single day either. It now turned into a subconscious competition of who would start the conversation first. Every text was thought out, typed, backspaced and rephrased. It felt like you didn't know each other as well as you once did. You would overthink not knowing whether a read receipt would do or a reply would be more reassuring. Everything seemed different, and not at all in a good way. As much as you hated to even think of it, a part of you felt that maybe you didn't love him anymore but your heart would never let you admit that.

You often went to bed not feeling sleepy at all, replaying all the memories from the initial stages of your relationship. The giddy first date, the awkward first kiss, the butterflies, the cheesy gifts and all the sneaking around. It felt like you were both different people back then. And maybe you just grew up or grew out of it, but does real love ever fade away? Does it suddenly empty itself and leave a void in your heart? How does it just make everything go away? You always thought, no you knew that he was the one. You still remember eighteen months ago at the fair, when he went down on one knee holding a huge stick of cotton candy in his hand, asking you to be "his honorable girlfriend until the end of time" and promised to never break your heart, you kissed him with everything in you right outside the Ferris wheel knowing in your heart that you already kind of wanted this forever. He had always been the one.

You both appreciated the little things, it was kind of what built your relationship with him. The reassuring glances from across a crowded room that made you uncomfortable, the hand around your waist when a distant friend would be “too nice” to you or the way his fingers played with your hair after a long, disheartening day were some of the many things you loved about your relationship with him. You always felt the need to be physically connected to him and it was almost common knowledge that Shawn's love language too was touch. You desperately missed the way his hand would automatically lace with yours while you walked together and the warmth it spread in you when his hands would go to the back of your neck to leave a tender kiss to your lips. And when one of you had a rough day, the other would kiss the stray tears away and you would both hold each other so tight until your ragged breaths would slow down and your hearts would beat to the rhythm of each other's pulse. All of that now felt like a distant memory, it was like you had him and lost him at the same time. Everything you once had with each other slipped right through your fingers. You would kill to go back in time and figure out anything you could've done differently to give this all a miss because the thought of even having to talk about the collected weight on both of your chests physically pained you. What if this was over? And even if it's not, what if there's nothing left to give? How were you going to go on knowing he's not yours anymore? While you learnt to live a life without him, you never once forgot that he would come right back to you. And now maybe he won’t and there’s nothing you could do about it. So many questions and so many thoughts ran through your head as you were still staring at the text you received about five minutes ago.

Hey I landed sometime back. On my way to Pickering. See u tomorrow?             - Shawn

No “babe”. No “honey”. Nothing about the movies he watched on the flight, or the occasional "Omg we're SO watching it together". It was a plain text just to keep you informed. Mechanical. You thought back to the last time he came home from tour, when he first showed up at your door and pushed for you to come spend the weekend with him and his family in Pickering. Gone were those days when he'd ring you up as soon as he had service on his phone again to tell you how tiring the flight was or how much he hated the food, and on hearing that you would order his favourite pizza before he got home. You read and re-read the insipid words on your screen and after a lot of thinking, with a doubtful mind, you typed out a simple response. 

Yes. Hope your flight was okay, get some rest tonight!

After humming and hawing for long enough, you hit send and patiently waited for the thumbs up he left under your text as an instant response. His lack of interest in continuing the conversation did sting, but you quickly pushed it away considering the fact that you were going to meet him the very next day and he’d clearly already had a tiring flight back to Toronto. You shifted around, pulling your blanket closer up to your face and just as you turned away and closed your eyes, the screen of your phone lit up again.

We need to talk, don't we... - Shawn

Shawn sat in his car parked outside his childhood home, right leg bouncing unconsciously and staring intently at the text he had just sent. He patiently waited for it to go from 'delivered' to 'read'. But it didn't. His bouncing leg was now shivering and the words he regretted typing out were staring right back at him. His fingers trembled over the screen, and with a shaky breath he unsent the message without giving it another thought. He took his bags and walked up to Karen and Manny at the door smiling widely as he silently thanked technology for saving him. But little did he know that your eyes were on the screen of your phone as you read those nauseating words under his contact name, and then watched the pop up disappear a minute after.

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[aowyn]

hiii alright same shl anon here, i've been a little busy but i've managed to watch another 11 episodes since so i'm back with an update!!

but first of all how're you doing, how was your day? 💜 and to replying to what you wrote: I KNOW SAME they really are the softest omg and alright that's fair honestly who wouldn't?? and a gifset would be amazing i'd be honoured (pun unintended), give me another few days to finish it and i'll request something officially because i just know if i requested something now i'd find twenty more new favourite scenes i'd love to see :D but until then thank you so much and i'm glad i'm not being too annoying asdfhdjs because at this rate i don't think i'll be shutting up about this show anytime soon—

anyways i'm loving it so much honestly i keep watching an episode and thinking alright this is going to be my favourite one it can't get any better and then it does!!! i'm up to episode 21 rn and the amount of hugging and hand touching in the last couple of episodes oh my god?? also i'm obsessed with how they just have these really dramatic break ups every few days and the next day or in some cases in the next hour they're already back together and even closer and more romantic than before they're SO in love and the way wkx always reminds zzs that all he wants is for them to retire together and calls zcl their child and is more than happy to sit back and watch the martial arts world annihilate itself but the moment anyone dares touch zzs or their kid he's right there beside them to protect them i just [sobs] and the scene with long que where wkx is shaking and crying and zzs is just there holding him and the whole thing is so tender and i don't remember the exact line but when he says something to long que about how having a friend like that you can have no regrets even in death and looks at wkx god these episodes are amazing also ye bai yi calling them out on flirting while zcl thought they were dead jsjdndj i have no idea how they got away with that but it was hilarious i love their dynamics with yby so much he tries so hard to pretend he's Very Serious but the moment wkx is there the two of them are like actual five year olds— also also the costumes are so beautiful *cough* especially wkx's ones (can you tell i'm in love with him??) i mean the reds and that green one he wore in episode 11 and now the purple one aaaa and also a more technical sidenote but the theme song is so beautiful i usually skip the intros but it's been stuck in my head since i started watching it and i still can't get enough of it!!

this is already so long i'm so sorry but one last thing since i'm curious to hear your opinions, i was wondering what you thought of the other characters/who your favourites are apart from zzs??

OMG HI ANON so sorry it took so long for me to respond to this!!

my day was wonderful! i recorded and edited a bunch of podfic and made a gifset and watched a cheesy romance film with my housemates and reread the first chapter of an old favorite manga! (setsuna graffiti by kino hinoki! super cute found family pyrotechnics business story) how was your day anon?? (also i'll be tagging your asks with #shl anon from now on and will backtag your previous ask! unless you'd prefer to be called something different!)

i keep watching an episode and thinking alright this is going to be my favourite one it can't get any better and then it does!!!

I KNOW RIGHT! i watched shl as it was airing starting from like episode 8? i think is what episodes were available with eng sub when i started watching. and every day it was like ok this can't get any gayer. wenzhou cannot get any sweeter and more in love. anD THEN EVERY EPISODE IT DID. honestly it felt like it did when yuri on ice was airing in like 2016 and everyone was like there's no way this is one upping itself every week and then it did hgjgfhjgkj

also i'm obsessed with how they just have these really dramatic break ups every few days and the next day or in some cases in the next hour they're already back together and even closer and more romantic than before they're SO in love and the way wkx always reminds zzs that all he wants is for them to retire together and calls zcl their child and is more than happy to sit back and watch the martial arts world annihilate itself but the moment anyone dares touch zzs or their kid he's right there beside them to protect them

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! sometimes a family is two murderdads and their gaggle of adopted teenagers!!! i really like how soft shl!wenzhou are. in tyk they're both much more like, less dad more murder? or i guess like they're still dad but theyre also much more jaded and snarky and i adore tyk!wenzhou too but it felt like shl rounded out their harder edges.

i love their dynamics with yby so much he tries so hard to pretend he's Very Serious but the moment wkx is there the two of them are like actual five year olds

I KNOW RIGHT their dynamic with yby is my FAVORITE thing! idk if you've seen nirvana in fire but i really want to write a crackfic where yby and lin chen bond over bullying all the dumb kids (wenzhou, mei changsu, etc) in their care. there's this (https://twitter.com/niebraids/status/1383869721846579210?s=20) one wenzhou + yby fanart that lives in my brain rent free. gosh. yby ilysm dude. i live vicariously through yby making wen kexing behave like a child gfjhgkjhlk

i was wondering what you thought of the other characters/who your favourites are apart from zzs??

this is a great question! all of the fics i've written for shl have been zhou zishu pov because i'm fascinated with his mind and choices and am also in love with him but that's beside the point XD dude really said i'm ready to die but this guy who's been following me around and flirting with me won't leave me alone and we feel like two sides of the same coin so oh no i gotta live now i guess!

but hmmm aside from zzs that's a difficult question! lately i've been really interested in reading stories that are liu qianqiao centered? there arent nearly enough fics about the women of shan he ling (guess i gotta write some!), but she especially really draws my mind. i kind of want to write a fic from her perspective about what life is like in ghost valley.

have you watched any more of shl? what thoughts have you had post ep 21???

[alonelystargazer]

SPOILERS for Mandalorian season 1 finale!

i wanted to live blog the finale so here are my thoughts if anyone actually wants to read this mess

*edit: sorry I couldn't figure out how to put this under a read more

HOW DARE YOU SMACK THE POOR BABY!!!

he smacked it AGAIN?! I'm coming for you!

Ah, I see, troopers STILL have no aim

Y E S!! the baby bit his finger lol

Why do they keep hitting him?!

OMG IG he protecc he attacc but he also bring baby bacc

How does he know so much about them?!

IT'S A CREED

I can see why he doesn't like droids, but I think we all guessed that

Oof that metal theme music!

OMG they saved him! That's why he's a Mandalorian but I guess that was implied

W A I T was that boba?

nevermind 😑

Okay that's how he knows 😬

BY screaming over the com link

Um okay IG I see!

Why do they keep using that stock baby laugh?!

BY seems to be enjoying the ride

Ooh yeah go for the big gun

Damn Cara is STRONG

Oh no Mando is all bloodied! And he took his mask off, for a Droid! That's growth, baby!

Hehe funny brain joke

Aww damn, they all dead!

Ooh armorer is back!

First mention of Jedi but why are they considered enemies?

Aww he's a foundling now! He's officially his daddy! 😍

But why he have to return him? No one even knows his species or where they come from

This is the way.

Oh I thought his signet was gonna be the Yoda species but the mudhorn is cool too

She don't do the baby thing!

Oh he got a jetpack now! Yes!

Armorer is a badass! but we knew that already

Cara and her machine gun are one and the same lol

Why does it have legs?!

Lemme guess, does a droid know how to speak droid?? 🤔

Okay, it's a gondola droid

Aww, Mando has gone soft for IG! 😭

Yes, you are.

OMG the way IG touched BY ear I'm melting

Damn now HE'S melting

And now he's destroyed. rip IG

Damnit I thought they were finally safe but moff just had to come back

baby, do the magic hand thing!

No, not that thing!! (that will for sure become a meme)

I don't think moff is dead tho

And Mando finally got control of his pack!

Aww, they a found family now!

The way BY looking at Mando and grabbing his leg is the most precious thing ever!!

He has more pressing matters at hand.

They'll take care of each other!!

Those little noses BY makes are adorable

Damn, he made kuiil a resting place I'm crying 😭

Something tells me that they're not completely safe

S T O P messing with me, BY had his little necklace thing

Why don't you hang onto that?

I told you he ain't dead!! WTF

IS THAT A BLACK SABER?!

wait w h a t taika directed this episode?! 🤯

damn now we gotta wait a whole ass year?! but I wanna see the adventures of Mando and his baby now!! they better be safe!

[aileysmirnov]

◇◆Ailey Villains Gallery: Scarecrow◇◆

Scarecrow's face claim: Adrien Brody

Secret vs Scarecrow! How did they met?

Ailey (Secret) and Scarecrow met 'thanks' to Batman:

One night in Gotham, Scarecrow infiltrated the Iceberg Lounge with the intention to Kill some of Penguin's Henchmen.

With a more "upgraded" (and letal) version of his fear gas.

Just as a way to send a message to Oswald who had stolen some of his gas and now was selling it for a very high price on the dark market.

To prevent Batman from intervening, Scarecrow convinced Riddler and Dr Pig to create a "distraction" (if murdering almost 11 people between the two and then make an "spectacle" about it, can be called like that) for the Bat.

And unfortunately when the "Caped Crusader" realized it was a trap (thanks to one of Riddler's "funny" riddles) he was already too far from the building.

Too far from stopping Scarecrow.

He analyzed all of his options pretty fast: he couldn't send Damian, he was with him, Dick was in Blüdhaven, He already send Tim after Riddler and Steph after Pig, Cass and Barbara where in another state with the Birds of prey, Duke and Kate where teaming up to solve a crime involving a new rising homicidal cult and Jason…he wasn't in good terms with Jason…again…and he losed his track at least 2 weeks ago.

And so…he reluctantly took the phone and dialed the number of the one person he could think of.

Ailey was doing the usual: shouting angrily and throwing a tantrum towards her employees (like the good little tyrant she is) for a last minute cancellation of 4 of the stellar models for the upcoming Winter collection of SVELLYO. When all of a sudden she received a call from the one and only: Bruce fucking Wayne.

—B! What a perfect timing! Is not bothersome at all!—she remarked the words sarcastically annoyed a tone that sounded like the venomous hissing of a snake.

—Listen Ailey, I don't have time for thi-

She cut him off

—What a coincidence! Neither do I, B's man! Byee~

—Ailey…—He didn't shout at her but his more menacing (than usually) tone, make her feel like he did; it was a voice tone that Bruce normally just used when he was with Joker and when he used it. Oh boy, You just knew the man ain't taking any shit.

—Listen to me. And listen. C A R E F U L L Y. Scarecrow is in the Iceberg Lounge it's 2 minutes away from you by flying. I need you to go after him and prevent whatever he's up to against Cobblepot.—He said a little more ""nicer"" (if it's even possible) this time, but still with a hint of frustration in his voice.

—yeah…well…I also need this little favor, B—Bruce was about to fucking lose it in that moment, there where lives in danger and this CHILD was just thinking of herself!! But before he could lash out at her with a "I'm dissapointed" speech; Damian took the phone.

—He said he'll do it, you have my word. Now…Go! —Robin said without thinking twice

—Thank you, my zelenyy*! I'm on my way! —and with an Angry Bruce Lashing out at every single thing on earth on the background, Ailey hanged up, wrote a quick note to his secretary, asking him to give all of her employees a rise (including him, of course) and sprinted out to SVELLYO's roof top; without a word to the perplexed staff.

Once she stood there.She could feel the cold night breeze hitting her face and without any doubt she jumped abruptly from one of the highest points in the city.

Her eyes opened at the middle of his falling, adrenaline and renewed energy cursing trough her veins, her blonde hair replaced with a glowing rose gold, a metalic blue growing in her gaze and her outfit conveniently transformed on an all black bodysuit with slight hints of gold on the bottom of her sleeves.

His whole body defying gravity, flying through the night sky with the same grace and glory of a swan and leaving a subtle trace of light glowing pink as she passed by.

She arrived at the Iceberg Lounge back entrance at least 5 seconds earlier from what Batman had predicted.

Penguin's henchmen where all gathered in what appeared to be a small cellar on the very back of the casino, they were complaining about an out of the blue"meeting".

Secret (Ailey) assumed it was Scarecrow's way to get them all in the same place and avoid any unnecessary complications.

With extreme caution she stood and watched near the skylight, trying to fade away her own slightly glowing nature with the moonlight.

Her eyes searched quickly inside the room, ans she soon spotted atleast 6 gas tanks oddly put in some of the poorly lighted corners of the cellar.

But no sign of the maniac

Or so she though until the abrupt pain in her neck and the obscure presence behind her sooner than later make her realize; she wasn't alone.

She could feel the infernal pain from the toxin filling his lungs and cutting her breath and her vision becoming a little bit dizzy.

—You should know better than spying on people, dear…It might not end up being what you expected—his voice was deep and unforgiving, a condescending tone and the weight of countless sleepless nights leaked through every word.

She tried to speak but only felt her throat closing.

—Now, now, dear…all will end up soon. —His tall and lanky figure covered by worn out clothes to match his own psychotic aesthetic made him look intimidating. And without any glimpse of empathy he proceeded to toss her body aside with a kick like if she was a filthy dead rat, and continue to watch expectantly to the ignorant henchmen above.

He was waiting, waiting for one of them to foolishly reveal where his beloved toxin was and after a couple of minutes one of them casually mentioned a secret basement where the most important items waited patiently for whoever was able to afford his almost ridiculously expensive price.

Crane smiled wickedly to himself…he had just what he wanted…almost.

He activated the slightly hidden tanks of fear gas and watched in admiration as some of the henchmen faces started to change into a horrified expression.

—Head's up, asshole!—He didn't even had time to process the situation properly, when Secret's hands where at both sides of his head, the tip of her fingers illuminated and emanating Rose gold strings of pure energy attaching themselves to Crane's mind.

And at that exact moment he remembered: the pain, the panic, the fear.

The very first time he tested his toxin, was on himself: he was laying in to that dirty old shack for what felt like an eternity; he screamed and begged and yet the hallucinations didn't leave him, his mind was racing with the most horrible thought it could possibly even consider, everything so real and yet so distant. He felt hopeless.

And the delicate strings clinging tight around his mind. Lord, what a bittersweet nostalgia! He felt the same, the same way as the first time, he could hear the screams, the voices, the endless discontent. But couldn't find anything around him…just…hollow and for some strange reason…that scared the shit out of him.

Ironically it had been years since the last time Crane felt genuine fear.

When Crane woke up, he was already in that horrible place: a worn out cell from Arkham

But strangely he didn't feel any kind of anger or frustration. No…he felt…elated in the best way possible almost like if he had reborn!

And so…he stood there; staring blankly at the small window with an almost devilish smile across his face.

Waiting for the next encounter

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Ailey felt so proud of herself, she had successfully managed to knock out Scarecrow, control the gas leak and save Penguin's henchmen! All alone! And even took the liberty to recover all of Crane's toxin samples Penguin had!

She couldn't wait to see Bruce's face, Oh that man owed her BIG TIME!

When Bruce and Damian finally arrived at the Batcave, he was welcomed by her.

She looked like a 10 year-old who approved one of his test and was proudly showing off the paper to his parents.

Wich made Bruce smile…a little (even if he doesn't admit to it)

—See? You can trust me, B!—she said handing him the samples.

—So you send him to Arkham? Hmm…honestly I didn't though you'll made it…but good job…I guess…?—Damian admitted, while taking off his mask.

—Well, I'm glad I'm not THAT disappointing, sir! —Her tone expressing the sarcasm and slight frustration and offence in every word. Which Damian only replayed with a faint little smile.

—…Good Job, Ailey…—Bruce spoke for the first time since they arrived

—…and thank you for your help…—He completed with a slightly more """friendly""" tone (which just means less stiffness in his voice but still maintaining his authoritarian tone)

—yeah…well…don't thank me yet…we had a deal!—She said while playfully floating around him and touching the ears of his Bat-suit; Bruce could only do as much as to touching the bridge of his nose trying to contain his very obvious nuisance.

—…What do want? —He said sighing heavily.

—Nothing much, really! I want You, Damian, Dick and Katy modeling for SVELLYO winter collection catwalk, next week! —

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OMG! That was fun! I was going to put a small and cute little drawing of Ailey touching the ears of the Bat-suit but I still haven't finished yet! So yeah…I will edit it once I have it done!

Anyway! I loved writing this, and I will be uploading more content for Ailey, wich now she has her official anti-hero name! And is called

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Secret!

Shout out to @melyaliz / @insideoflit for the name idea! I honestly struggle so much with names 😅

Thanks to @Shiro.GURu (on insta) for helping me with this! Love ya, girl <3

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