#I CRY EVERYTIME I SEE IT AND I KNOW I WROTE THE LINES BUT STILL

[jareicanon]

i just saw ur rb on my min art and YES U ABSOLUTELY CAN USE MY ART FOR PFPs!!!!!! ur my fav drdt writer i feel incredibly honored rn 😭

YAYAYAYYAYAYYYYYY TYSMMMMM WJJDJEJJDAJIS I’M SO HYPEDDDDD I love that piece of art so much you don’t even KNOW like the day I saw it is burned into my memory I was grinning all day everyone thought something was going on but I couldn’t like explain bc no one knew i wrote fanfics lmfao

[sanjisblackasswife]

“𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚘 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙲𝚛𝚢”

CW: Pussy eating, crying, teasing, fingering, spitting

Black Fem Reader in Mind

🧍🏾‍♀️I freestyled this and wrote it in one sitting while playing Uncharted

It wasn’t something he was necessarily proud of.

He knew how to treat women, he knew how to woo them, kiss them, hold them, please them.

But it was something about tonight that he just couldn’t understand why he couldn’t hear you—

“S-sabo!—“

Your finger nails digging into the skin of his scalp so harshly, you both swore you ripped off some hair.

Sabo groaned inside your slit, suckling and licking, the overstimulation of the tip of his tounge under the hood of your sensitive clit had your back in a permanent arch.

“P-please!”

It’s not like he couldn’t hear you on accident, your thighs were separated by his forearms and your lower lips spread by his thumb.

He needed you to feel every single touch and prod he made at your cunt.

He’d fuck with you a little, just to see the frustration in your face when he hums your name softly, makes you look at him so he can take a long strip of a lick on your inner thigh, he giggles at your irritation.

He grabs your hips, pressing them against his mouth and he’s strong enough to hold you down and move your lower body to his liking, your toes curled and your hands are now clawing the sheets feeling him lightly nibble on your labia before sucking it completely.

“Sabo—no!”

“Sabo yes…~” He mocked against your wet hole, pushing your poor sore thighs against your tummy, now at complete display (as if you wasn’t already).

You and him both had a safe word in place, you knew your blondie could get ahead of himself whether it was your pleasure or his so all you had to do was say it and he’d stop.

But you didn’t really want that did you?

You didn’t, not the way your tears blurred your vision, the ache in your lower tummy was painful everytime he plunged his fingers inside you in exchange for his tongue so it can focus back on your little bud.

You didn’t want him to stop looking at you either, the way your cheeks were shiny and wet from your eyes, the droplets falling down your chin to your neck.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, babydoll.”

He finally spoke clearly, his sweet kind voice made your eyes open, looking down at the slutty sight in front of you, but alas you still couldn’t make out how he looked.

If only you knew how pink he was, how his curly hair was damn near covering his eyes, how he let a long spit line fall on your pussy and rubbed it in wide circles on your clit not breaking away from your fucked out face,

“C’mon…” His voice sounded as sweet as honey, but there was no good intention behind it, “This is ganna be a better one…you can give me one more.”

He loved to see how your body spasming alone at his words, or maybe it was the way he slapped your cunt after each of the 5 words he said, or perhaps your were spasming now because of the way his index finger is ghosting around your aching hole.

Who knows.

Sabo didn’t care, he only cared about two things tonight:

Making you cry and making you cum.

[steveshairychest]

Eddie would do something outrageous like propose to Steve during the middle of a Corroded Coffin concert.

He can see Steve right at the front of the barricade because for some reason he insists on being in the crowd, 'It's for the experience.' Steve tells him everytime they get to the venue and Steve joins the line to get in. Eddie can see that Steve has a blood nose from where he's been elbowed during one of their heavier songs but Steve is still grinning up at him, he's got on one of their first tour shirts and his glasses because his eyes have gotten worse with age. And fuck, Eddie misses a note because he's completely awestruck by his boyfriend and overwhelmed with the amount of love Steve has in his eyes as he sings along.

When the song finishes, Eddie runs off stage, which causes an uproar, but then he's running back out, panting heavily and eyes blown wide as he stares down at Steve and just drops to one knee, the ring he's had for years sparkling in the stage lights. "I can't wait any longer, Harrington." His voice cracks through the microphone and his hands are shaking but he needed to do this right now, he's been chickening out for months and seeing Steve so happy in the front row was his last straw. He needs Steve to be his forever.

Steve jumps the barricade and nearly trips up the steps to the stage, he's crying and he's got blood in his teeth from his nose bleed but Eddie thinks he's never looked more beautiful. "Marry me?" Eddie says softly, the microphone discarded next to him. He knows he probably looks like a mess, he can feel his hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead and his eye-liner is probably running down his face, but Steve steps closer and pulls him up to his feet.

"Yes, you idiot." He says before dragging him into a kiss. The crowd goes absolutely insane, there's screams and wolf whistles but they are drowned out by the blinding smile Steve gives him as Eddie slips the ring onto his finger. They kiss again, sweeter and full of smiles and giggles. "I love you but you still have a crowd to entertain."

Eddie performs the rest of the show with the biggest smile ever, he's whooping and jumping around the stage and there's an energy in the crowd that feels almost electric. Eddie drags Steve out onto the stage during the encore and they sing the first song Eddie wrote for Steve together.

[averageambivert]

GUILTY AS SIN? BUT WOLFSTAR

Okay so everytime I listen to this song, I imagine Remus and Sirius (the ATYD ones) singing it for each other. And I really need to get this out of my head so here we are:

Drowning in the Blue Nile He sent me 'Downtown Lights' I hadn't heard it in a while My boredom's bone deep This cage was once just fine

This whole part is Remus. It's literally about HIM. Him talking about his "cage" (i.e. St. Edmund's) , which he had accepted before Hogwarts, and even the Shrieking Shack before the other Marauders transformed into animagi and helped him. Before Sirius told him that he doesn't deserve to suffer alone.

Am I allowed to cry?

This line is TOO accurate for ATYD Remus, as he's always avoiding crying and sees it as a weakness.

I dream of cracking locks Throwing my life to the wolves

Basically him after he meets Livia. My guy was ready to leave Hogwarts before NEWTs to go to the pack and kill Greyback ASAP.

Or the ocean rocks Crashing into him tonight He's a paradox I'm seeing visions, am I bad? Or mad? Or wise?

"Ocean Rocks". Taylor, you're not doing anything to disprove that you're NOT MsKingBean89. I think of them having confessions at the beach in Cornwall. Remus yelling at Sirius on the same beach and spilling his thoughts out after the staying with the pack for a month. Him having an identity crisis and screaming "I don't know who I am anymore!". Later that night, Sirius telling him that he's his Moony.

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh Only in my mind? One slip and falling back into the hedge maze Oh what a way to die I keep recalling things we never did Messy top lip kiss How I long for our trysts

Them constantly fighting and then wanting for it to be over the next moment. Making up later.

Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin?

Now I think the next verse is from Sirius' perspective:-

I keep these longings locked In lowercase inside a vault

Sirius keeping his thoughts of Remus away from Walpurga. From the Dementors.

Someone told me There's no such thing as bad thoughts Only your actions talk

"Love is something you do"

These fatal fantasies Giving way to labored breath Taking all of me We've already done it in my head If it's make believe Why does it feel like a vow We'll both uphold somehow

Post Halloween 1976 Sirius thinking he's not gay and this is just his teenage hormones™, and wondering if HE has corrupted Remus.

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh Only in my mind? One slip and falling back into the hedge maze Oh what a way to die My bedsheets are ablaze I've screamed his name Building up like waves Crashing over my grave Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin?

Finally, the BRIDGE:-

What if I roll the stone away? They're gonna crucify me anyway What if the way you hold me Is actually what's holy?

I imagine this to be from Remus because of all the hate werewolves get. He's always thinking that at the end of everything, he'd still be hated for what he is.

If long suffering propriety Is what they want from me They don't know how you've haunted me So stunningly I choose you and me ... Religiously

This is Sirius because everyone thinks he's guilty immediately because of his family. He never got a trial and was sent to Azkaban. The internalised homophobia and his love for Remus scared him so much, so it can be said that Remus HAS haunted him.

So yeah, in conclusion, Taylor wrote this song about them. Thank you for reading my gibberish ily here's a cookie 🍪

[kitkatscabinet]

big get fucked to J.K Rowling and any transphobes I in no way support her. I do not read the books/watch the movies/buy the merch. Her opinions and lots of what she wrote is trash

Harry Potter Au but it's during the timeline of the books.

This ended up being way fucking longer than I thought so:

Aegon is in Harry's year. Aemond is a first year when they're in 4th year and Jace joins Hogwarts a year after Aemond.

Contains hcs for Aemond's and Jace's first year and Aegon's 4th.

(Helaena is a ravenclaw and a year younger than Aegon)

Aemond:

We all saw it coming but he's a Slytherin. Pureblood, comes from one of the most prestigious magical families in history.

He longs to uphold the family line/tradition and is both incredibly cunning and ambitious. While yes he's very intelligent, he learns to further his own goals and standing so it's a no brainer really

Aemond is a true loner. he has no friends even within his own house. the children his age are hardly representative of what their house should be and he thinks many of them to be sheep.

The Targaryen's did not fight for voldemort, Viserys' first wife was a halfblood after all. The Hightower's however, while not openly, did support his regime from the shadows.

It's during the first task of the Triwizard tournament that he bumps into an overly friendly fourth-year Hufflepuff.

she thinks he's just the cutest little thing and when she notices how much he brightens when he sees the dragons she asks if he likes them

Aemond ends up ranting at her for three hours before he realises what he's done. but she doesn't seem mad. In fact she thanks him and leans down to kiss his cheek.

from there he starts to see her everywhere, and everytime she sees him she'll talk to him.

he spends hours discussing everything from magical regulation laws to how he's adjusting to hogwarts.

she's the kindest, prettiest, smartest and funniest woman in the entire world he quickly decides.

one of the older boys confronts him about spending so much time with a puff, and even worse, a mudblood.

Aemond is a little distraught and confused. He didn't buy into the same prejudices as most of his housemates but still, muggleborns weren't as strong or wise as purebloods.

But... you were. You were quick-witted, and fierce and hardworking.

He thinks you're more of a dragon than his father

he pulls away a little and you give him space, but not before letting him know you'll always be available

Aemond's forgotten what it's like to be lonely and decides he cares little for it.

sits next to you for breakfast one morning and you are over the moon, introducing him to all your other friends who all fawn over him.

he sees you cry for the first time when Diggory dies. You try to hide your sorrow from him but he refuses to leave your side.

This is when he vows to get strong enough to be your protector, to be worthy enough for you.

Voldemort is back and you're one of his causes targets, he wont let anything happen to you.

Jace:

Gryffindor. The picture of chivalry.

He's a year younger than Aemond and quickly becomes one of Mcgonnagall (I forgot how to spell her name) favourites because he's so polite and well mannered.

he is still a lion though and has earned himself plenty of detentions for punching bigoted slytherins.

his mother has tried to claim him as a pureblood but everyone knows he's a halfblood.

While jace doesn't care about blood status so much, he does care about the implications it has on his mother.

he's popular with both students and teachers

gets lost in the first week of school and runs into a very pretty Ravenclaw first year who's also late because they spent too long in the library

it's love at first sight, especially when she tells Flitwick that she had gotten lost and Jace had helped her.

he's James potter if James wasn't a fuckin twat.

some of the staff refer to the two of you as the next James and lily but truthfully Mcgonnagall knows you're closer to being the second coming of a polite James and a studious Sirius

he's far more courteous though, and while he's the farthest thing from smooth when he actually does have feelings it's kind of endearing.

study dates (he can't wait until you can both go to hogsmeade).

it only takes him half a year before he writes his mother to beg her to let you stay during the holidays.

The two of you are attached at the hip and many of the staff are genuinely dismayed when your houses have classes apart. Not as dismayed as you and Jace though.

You've already planned out your future electives so you can have as many classes as possible together.

his mother likes you very much, but you and Daemon and seem to hate each other.

you are always competing with his step father, throwing snarky comments and trying to outdo the other.

Anyone that thinks its ridiculous Daemon had picked a nemesis in an 11 year old very wisely keeps that thought to themselves.

Well that is, after some pureblood on the lower end of the social hierarchy had said so at the latest ball and you had hexed him beyond recognition.

Screaming that only you could say such things about Daemon.

"I thought you hated Daemon???" "Why would you think that? I love Daemon more than I love you"

Jace becomes insanely studious after that harsh blow. he also begins training to join the quidditch team. Something that Daemon hadn't been on.

Aegon:

Genuinely the hardest to choose a house for. but he's a Gryffindor as well. If just for the fact he is none of the other three.

Aegon wants to distance himself from his family

But he has the potential to be brave and chivalrous, the hat has placed him exactly where he needs to be. Alicent (ravenclaw) is less than pleased but Viserys is delighted he's taking after Rhaenyra

he in 4th year with Harry and is only the second biggest pariah at the school because of the triwizard situation.

he has no friends. He's known as the biggest twat in the school

the twins are the only ones that like him, they're oddly perceptive to how Aegin really feels and it freaks him out.

Oh and that one girl that's somehow in all his classes, is always in the common room when he's there and almost always eats with him, even though she's super popular and has lots of friends.

she's a chaser on the quidditch team, gets along well with the so called 'golden trio' and is the perfect mix of daring, precocious and charming that all the teachers seem to love her.

she's so perfect it pisses him off, and it seems that no matter what he says or does she's sticking around.

she's a half blood, not that Aegon cares. but he knows grandfather will, and for that he tolerates her presence

(it's not because he's lonely and she actually pays attention to him, sees him for him)

his house members sneer that he doesn't belong.

Aegon knows this, but he also knows he belongs even less in all the other houses. A complete outsider everywhere he goes.

he's used to hearing such sentiments.

so when you stand and start to screech in fury in the middle of the great hall, throwing food, insults and hexes at every person that had every badmouthed him before the teachers could intervene

you lost an insane amount of house points as well as 'friends' and social standing as well as gained detention for the rest of the year

but you had officially gained one positive thing that nearly nobody else had. Aegon's love

and even if you hadn't you would still do it again.

[ntls-24722]

[HOLDS HEAD IN HANDS] THE CHARACTERS THE CHARACTERS OUFHGBWGEBDH

okay so I wrote their like. relationships with eating people. thing

Fritz is a human, a social creature. Eating others is not in his nature but he has never known humanity. He has no shame about eating people and eats everyone else because he doesn't know how to keep relationships and he's too scared of what'll happen if he messed anything up. He's never known humanity and believes that everyone else would eat him if they had the chance too, so he acts accordingly.

Comet is a monster, built for the consumption of humans, but has been raised by humans. She has too much shame about eating people and denies herself it because she wouldn't be able to forgive herself for doing it and wouldn't handle what would happen to her afterwards. But since she's denied herself the taste of humans for so long, the line between friend and prey is too blurred and the thought of seeking a connection and alliance is the same way she hunts and it's hard for her to figure out the difference.

But what this focuses on specifically is that Comet has befriended Fritz and showed him that people can be trusted and not everyone is out to eat/kill him and Fritz believed her. They got extremely close but now that they're close... Comet now wants to eat Fritz. Like now that she's kissed him and she's tasted him she's now genuinely tweaking because she spent all this time helping him gain trust in her and the world, and now that they really love eachother now, her biology is out to get him because everytime he gets close to her all she can think about is eating him.

comet crying about it to her car gf ↑

lmao it's a little funny in execution bc Comet like. vents and cries about things to Ku that you could not waterboard out of her but Ku is still an inanimate car. like.

Comet: I couldn't sleep next to him last night because I know that if I did I would wake up with his blood on my hands. Is it worse if I leave him without even telling him why or if I let him leave me after I tell him that every cell in my body wants to tear him apart

2002 Volkswagen Beetle 2.0:

Also while Comet tries to keep herself from eating humans, other monsters are still on the table (eating humans specifically will lead to a traumatic quasi-pregnancy), but during her grapple with whether or not she sees Fritz as a lover or a meal she completely fasted on any people (sapient beings). Very interestingly, she went back to eating people after this

Fritz is cooking a hemonymph who made the unfortunate mistake of mimicking him offscreen, and Comet is holding her antennae to keep herself from smelling it

[rosalind-hawkins]

You mind if I send another ship for the ask game? Protectshipping this time (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Absolutely! I did write a fic for them once, and I think that was my only real Tristan fic before I wrote my Carryshipping fic. I just don't do much with Tristan as a character, no offense to the dude. But that doesn't stop me from having headcanons!

Gives nose/forehead kisses

Tristan, all the time. He will smother Ryou in face kisses until Ryou manages to snag him into a "real" one.

Gets jealous the most

Tristan. We know he has a jealous personality, and he doesn't like how much attention Ryou gets from the girls.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

It doesn't happen often, but sometimes Tristan goes a little too hard when he's out with Joey and the buddies, but Ryou is right there with them and drives him home.

Takes care of on sick days

Tristan is very caring and knows how to take care of Ryou. Ryou does his best when it's his turn but needs a little instruction (it's hard to know how to take care of people when you've always lived alone).

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

Ryou is so afraid of getting sunburned that he doesn't want to go out into the sun, but Tristan makes him and they have a lot of fun—and Tristan spreads the aloe on his sunburns for him the next day.

Gives unprompted massages

Neither of them, they're really not the type. Maybe after they've been together for a long time, Ryou will.

Drives/rides shotgun

Tristan drives and Ryou is perched on the back of his bike like perfect little arm candy, being thrilled and excited and nervous all at once.

Brings the other lunch at work

I think Tristan beings it to Ryou, who's a little spacey and forgetful sometimes.

Has the better parental relationship

Tristan for sure, because Ryou is one of those characters where it's hard to have a worse parental relationship.

Tries to start role-playing in bed

Maaaaaaybe Ryou, if he's had a few drinks and he's feeling a bit silly, but he usually passes out halfway through. Sleepytime for him.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer

Ryou, but it would take a lot for that to happen. All the right circumstances would need to line up, like a Halloween party with his friends and spiked punch.

Still cries watching Titanic

Ryou. The idea of love that powerful just gets him everytime. Tristan didn't cry, but he'll hold Ryou while he does.

Firmly believes in couples costumes

Tristan suggests it in a very low-pressure way, and Ryou will go for it sometimes.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

Tristan goes overboard, boy can't help it when he's smitten.

Makes the other eat breakfast

Tristan keeps his spacey little cryptid boyfriend happy and healthy, which includes making sure he eats good meals and takes his vitamins and all that good stuff.

Remembers anniversaries

Ryou always dies, and the first time Tristan forgets, he puts reminders in his phone and email so it doesn't happen again. Tristan felt so guilty for forgetting, he hates seeing Ryou upset like that.

Brings up having kids

I actually have no idea on this one. It's a coin flip for me. I see them as being more pet parents than anything else, though, idk.

BONUS HEADCANON

Ryou has the weirder taste in music while Tristan has very mainstream music in his playlists. Whenever Ryou uses his accounts for music, it screws up all his recommendations so badly. It takes forever to fix. Ryou is pretty oblivious to the fact that he's doing this, and Tristan doesn't say anything because he didn't want Ryou to think he doesn't like his music or doesn't want him listening to the stuff that makes him happy.

[queen-of-obsessing]

My Top 10 Ultimate Merthur-Coded Songs 

#1. A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

I mean. Is an explanation really needed? She's literally singing about loving someone for an extensive amount of time. You know who also loved someone for a really long time? Merlin.

#2. Soarele si Luna - Pasha Parfeni

It literally means "the sun and the moon" in Romanian. The lyrics are "the sun and the moon will hold our wedding crown". It's a magical sounding, wedding song. Literally could be performed by the Druids at their wedding. ☀️🌑

#3. Still Falling For You - Ellie Goulding

"Fire and ice, this love is like fire and ice", "this love's never growing old, you make it new" ("you'd get bored" - merlin), "this love is like rolling the dice" (see 5x12). Need I say more? Ellie Goulding wrote this song for them.

#4. Beauty and the Beast - Emma Thompson

Who's the beauty, who's the beast? We'll never know. Either way this song perfectly encapsulates their relationship. Growing past prejudices? Realizing you were wrong? Barely even friends (then somebody bends)? Perfection. Also my brain likes to pretend it's Hunith singing instead of Emma Thompson.

#5. golden hour - JVKE

It's giving Arthur admiring Merlin's magic. His eyes literally go gold! It's his golden hour! HE SLOWS DOWN TIME!

#6. Written All Over Your Face - Louis Tomlinson

Nicknamed the "married Merthur song" because it literally sounds like Arthur in the doghouse. Like he did something shitty and now Merlin's mad at him, but not saying that he's mad at him so Arthur's like "babe, it's written all over your face??" Also the lines "a hurricane behind the door, so I've come ready for a war" and "once you figure out what we're fighting for, I'll be ready to talk".

#7. you were there for me - Henry Moodie

Pretty self explanatory. It's 100% Arthur's POV. "You were there through the heartbreaks, you were there when I lost faith, be aware i would do the same". It reminds me of 4x13 when he completely lost faith so Merlin did the sword in the stone thing to reinspire him.

#8. Superstitious - Big Time Rush

So much happening here, but this entire album is Merthur coded. This one is also Arthur POV. "i ain't superstitious but you're throwing down the magic on me" "we can run away for the hell of it" (see: the picnic and how he wants to live with merlin on a farm)

#9. Labyrinth - Taylor Swift

no idea whose POV this is - could honestly be both, but i'm tending to lean toward Merlin's. "it could only hurt this much right now" (everytime he watched someone he loves die) "i'll be getting over you my whole life" (...) "lost in the labyrinth of my mind" "you would break your back to make me break a smile" when freya died and arthur made him laugh :') "you know how much i hate that everyone expects me to just bounce back" very merlin core

#10. Neon Grave - Dayseeker

Arthur's death song if you want to cry yourself to sleep :^) this entire album is Merlin coping with Arthur's death fr literally made an edit with it, it's that perfect

[ballplayersxo]

Naw bc ppl really do too much when it comes to Vanessa B. I know there are certain things you’re supposed to say to ppl who have lost a loved one, but I roll my eyes everytime I see people say something along the lines of “I’m so happy to finally see her smile again” as if the woman (and her oldest daughter) hasn’t BEEN living her best life. A couple of months after loosing her husband and daughter, she was traveling the world, going to Disneyland everyday, going to these celebrity events and skinning and grinning for the cameras on red carpets and she still hasn’t slowed down a bit. Im not saying they had to put their lives on hold, but other ppl need to stop acting like they did when in actuality they wasted no time. It just boggles my mind.

And don’t even get me started on that sham foundation of her’s. It’s a well known practice that these rich ppl established foundations for massive tax write offs and use it as a vanity project, and for her she uses it as a reason to do photo shoots and post pictures of herself on social media (and tax write offs ofc), there’s tons of articles on the internet breaking down this common practice. I will never get over how during the middle of a trial where she was claiming emotional distress over pictures that have never been made public and ones she herself has admitted to never seeing before, she was promoting herself on social selling those cheap necklaces to commemorate KB’s birthday of all things. You can’t convince me she didn’t just want to do a photoshoot. Can you imagine doing that, then the next day going to a court room and putting on a performance crying about how your relationship with social media has and will forever change? Anyone else would have gotten eaten up over their hypocrisy especially bc these media outlets were writing about her making a scene and constantly walking out of the court room bc of how quote-on-quote distressing everything was for her, then you go on her social media and see that shallow nonsense? No one would have known about the pictures had she not filed the suit. And it’s likely that her emotional distress stems from the loss of her husband and daughter and not pics she can’t for the life of her even describe. I’m not condoning what those employees did, but there’s tons of pics of dead bodies of regular ppl and celebs on the internet. I have never seen the media and public give so much grace and privacy to the loved ones of a deceased person like they have with this family. TMZ and a bunch of other media outlets plastered videos of Anne Heche literally DYING in front of our eyes, and we have yet to hear from her family. The bodies from the helicopter crash were in such bad condition that even if the pictures leaked, no one would have known what is was unlesss told. They literally had to hire a digital forensic scientist to match the verbal descriptions of the pictures with the autopsy bc of how indistinguishable the pictures were. I followed the lawsuit and different media outlets had transcripts to the trial and pre-trials, some of which I read and one of the guys on trial literally admitted that Vanessa paid him $21,000 for his testimony. He was legally required to admit it to the jury. I can’t imagine who else she paid off. She got $16 million, so it was a great return on her investment. During the pre-trial, she told the judge that she filed the lawsuit to make an example out of those employees, but the judge himself replied back to her that he can’t find any reason why she would file the suit other than for money. If judges could toss out lawsuits when they sense bs, I’m guessing the judge would have done it, but V hired the best lawyers anyone could find. He even condemned and almost fined them bc her lawyers were submitting too much nonsensical paperwork and requested to have stuff be shown to the jury that had nothing to do with the trial other than to sway the jury. At the end of the trial, TMZ, who also had transcripts of the trial wrote about how she was demanding $75 million dollars—and from tax payers btw, bc she was suing the county not the individual officers. Her greedy ass knew who to sue bc those officers would have been left bankrupt and without a dime after the lawsuit and therefore be unable to give her anything by the time a verdict was read. THAT would have been making an example out of them but no, she wanted more money bc it’s not like inheriting $800 million dollars is alot, right? Smh

As for those Mamba/cita gyms she’s “opening”, the foundation doesn’t even own those gyms. Her ppl go to owners of these gyms and asks them if they can renovate it in the form of plastering her husband and daughter’s faces all over it in exchange for good publicity for their park/gym. I can tell not just by how she words the captions of her posts everytime she posts about the gyms/parks, but she usually tags the real owners who make a post about her approaching them about this idea of honoring her husband and daughter. They make no mention of her purchasing it or being the new owner through the foundation. I’m not going to blame her for it bc the cost will add up over time, but I need ppl to get a grip and stop praising her for what she is doing bc it is the bare minimum. That foundation has made tens of millions of dollars, especially with that $24 million donation from the founder of Body Armor, the collab with Nike who she came running right back to for more money after trashing them on her social media, and selling those ugly overpriced sweats and necklaces. Seems like all that foundation does is renovate some gyms in the form of repainting it and they have likely spent no more than a couple of hundreds of thousands of dollars total. The foundation has been around for years even before 2020 and no surprise, it used to be called the Kobe and Vanessa Foundation prior to its name change and they did nothing. It was literally a tax shelter and if the name itself doesn’t tell you it was also created for vanity, I don’t know what to say. Gisele and Tom Brady just got exposed for doing this exact same thing with their self-named foundation. Rich ppl are some of the cheapest and most money hungry ppl ever. I know I sound bitter but idc, it’s the truth.

no anon thank you for this

[squeiky]

love researching and gather evidence and supporting claims and shit but damn.....

I know I usually talk looney and silly like but damn.. stuff hits hard.

I don't know why I am writing this. It feels stupid, but I'll get it out.

was looking through sonic wiki, and wanted to make sure I was characterizing ( and mixing ) gerald robotnik right and to the best of my ability.

I know I've never gotten through any sonic games before, but to think that my first (or second?) sonic game was Sonic advanced and...

(This feels so stupid to write. but I'm writing it because I must.)

maybe its cause its 12:23 am and my emotional regulation is out of wack. I just... Gerald robotnik man... I wish I could give that guy a hug. or something. ANYTHING. the- "bring hope to humanity" the fucking- god I haven't cried in ages like this i don't even know.

the journals the- he was just a GUY okay?! who wanted to make people happy in the best way he could just like- and now the world is without him and then theresnmariaandain fukdignhionoie;h/ndl

..I think I mangaged- no still cfrying okay

okay I stopped crying you'll bever guess the timefram between these two lines haha. Im pretty sure the more I type the more icant fuckingsee-

god it's just the fuckng lines.

I really wish I could give these two a.. just a big fucking hug. a really long one. like a really really long one and I don't even know if I'll cry idk man you just youlook at everyday and then I dont know i dont i dont i dont

It feels stupidf but I just... he used her last words as the key-and its jusrc how justc you fdtydhhhhhhh .and now i have to live with the fuxking fact that hes just DEAD? THAT THEYRE BOTH DEAD?!? WHAT THE FUCK?!?! WHAT THE FUFCK!?! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!?!?

I swear theres something wrong with me. I see tradegy all the time. I'm so used to edgy backstories and disturbing shit that I basically am unfazed or joking about it but godsamn you guys- IDK you probably all understand who ever you are in the world but we all gotta be real good ro eachother all right? because everyday Is really FUCKING HARD and I keep trying to tell peopl I love them and I want to scream it out into the world SO SO FUCKING BADLY and this is just one of those fucking fehukwekbj.fase AAAAAA

I want to hug them and say everything is going to be okay- and I don't even know if its for them or for ME but I swear man. everytime I see those cute and cool and amzing peices of artwork or maria and shadow and the arc I just- I have to stop and stare for minutes or however long I decide to just stare and god just staring at it makes me feel shit man.

why is it so hard to love. who gives you such a big heart and tells you to harden it man. who does that shit who fucking did that to me who fucking did that yo.

It was just a few lines on the wiki too..

it was so easy just to chalk him up to every other "crazy or evil scientist" man and call it a day it was SO EASY.

the fucking " bring happiness throguh science" and I just fuck fucmkk fiyckjng fucjfuckfuckfcufcjfvckfvjycfutdtyjkdtychgm

its 12:42 AM I don't know if its the tiredness or whatever but Idk. Im posting this because I wan to keep telling people to love y'know? not in the romantic sense either- but to just.... look around and just tell everybody "I'm glad your alive" beacuse I FUCKIGN AM and somebody out there wrote this shit and now I'm here in my fucking pajamas crying ugly for the first time in way too long and geezus.

its just. I WANT THEM BACK. GIVE thEM BACK.

it was to make people happy... yknow??..>>>

like give them back..bring them back.

I can't;... fucking forgive that man....

and then to hear how the other scientists treated the Gizoid and well... god I don't know how I'm going to write Gerald without weeping anymore like BRIGN HIM BACk BRING THEM BOTH BACK I WANT THEM BACK. but the're not coming back cause they're DEAD

and i feel like a puppy experincing no treats for the first time in my life despite the fact I've gone through this before its just-

it meant alot man. there was love it that and it fuckign broke me man it shattered me. I dont even know why

I dont even know WHY im crying I just am and goddamit its gfucking guly crying man-

I keep- and let me tell you my only true memory of Gerald that isn't just wiped out is that archie comic panel where he's talking to shadow in some white void or something- and I just.. and I think about it so much now everytime I think of Gerald- and then Maria's last words god fucking dammit they didnt deserve any of that why why'd that have to occcur why am i FUCKIGNC RYINGI DONT KNWO?!?1??

There was just kindness in that, i can't even- ts got to be the nghttime and part of me wants to post this don't care what happens to this post because it'll be locked away in ths internet world forever and one day I'll forget it ever existed in the first place untill someone reminds me and I'll remember if I ever loose myself that I cried over the words and words ALONE of a old scientist guy who was just trying to save his grandaughter and make a bunch of people happy and- the gziodddd..... that was my first fucking game and i never got to see it... cause I raged quit and only played the first section of the first level before quitting....it was either that or like the one where creams mom gets captured idk i never finished it.

i fucking suck at sonic games haha

[aasthamoon]

Lavender is associated with some of my favourite memories of you. Also the reason why i still wear the lavender perfume when I miss you. Do you remember you once told me that blue is your favourite colour? How you just played with hues of blue in the songs you wrote and how everytime when look at the sky you feel happy.

I had never thought of associating (the colour) indigo with my happiness, it was always smell of the lavenders for me. You turned my sun purple & Suddenly I began to see everything in lilacs and violets.

I'll not miss you when you'll be gone. I know you'll come sooner than the autumn leaves falling. It's just I'll not be able to smell lavender without crying. But I'll wait. I'll look up at the sky and feel myself being engulfed in your warmth. I will imagine you in the sea of your favourite colour. How your dimples formed deep craters and laugh line so prominent as if they're tattoed there. I'll be happily waiting for you.

I now understand, how miraculously the sky never fails to soothe me & adore me like home. I now know the magic behind. It must be you making me fall in love.

Yes, i finally understand they say "Blue is the warmest colour."

-aastha ☽∞

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Surprise Adoption - Pt 1

Ingo held the crying Dawn in his arms, considering his options. He decided right then and there. She would stay with him and Emmet for the time being.

Word Count: ~2000

consider this almost like a prologue I guess??? idk i havent really planned this one out much, I just wrote this as a break between homework assignments

Ingo exited the control room after his lunch break with Emmet, the two chatting away as they prepared to board their respective trains. They ran a quick maintenance check together on the fuse box near the platform as they walked along, doing it almost robotically from the ingrained muscle memory. They pulled out their respective pocket watches, ensuring that the trains were arriving on schedule. As it was a weekday afternoon, the platform was bustling with people, coming and going, in and out, boarding and exiting different trains. Ingo had missed this.

It had been nearly three months since his return from Hisui. He recognized there were still some blotches in his memory, but he was slowly regaining it back. It had been a long and bumpy track for him, but he was finally feeling at home in Unova again. Emmet had never smiled brighter, even to his limited recollection, than anytime he laid eyes on Ingo now. In the mornings, when Ingo got up earlier and Emmet wandered into the kitchen to see him sitting with his coffee, when Emmet saw him in the control room running the lines, when Ingo walked in the door with groceries, everytime the older brother came into his sight, Emmet’s face lit like the sun. It made Ingo realize how much his little brother had missed him.

A train was pulling into the station now. The two brothers stood off to the side, point-and-calling at passengers as the engine slowed, the brakes screeching to a halt. “Stay clear of the yellow lines! Allow previous passengers off before boarding!” Ingo called, his loud voice carrying over the crowd. The doors opened with a hiss, people streaming out of the doors and up the steps of the Subway, into the city of Nimbasa. Emmet patted Ingo on the shoulder, making him glance at Emmet. Emmet was looking at him, the smile more in his eyes than on his face. Ingo patted his hand.

As they waited for the trains to finish emptying, the two stood side by side and simply watched the crowd, the loud buzz of human activity reminding Ingo why he had hearing loss. “Emmet, I do believe it is time for our Battles. I wish you luck on your line today. Let me know if you need anything.” Emmet nodded, his smile setting with determination.

“I will meet with you at 20:15 sharp to reconvene for home station.”

They both called out, “All aboard!” in unison as they split off, boarding their separate trains. Ingo got into his car and set out his Pokemon, allowing them to stretch and prepare for any battles that came their way.

There were a good number of Trainers that faced him today, a notion that excited him. That meant more Trainers were beating enough people to face him! Bravo! Time flew by in a blur of praises thrown at competitors and commands to his Pokemon, who enjoyed battling just as much as he did. He always ensured to send out the most appropriate Pokemon against his opponent. He was not as focused on specific stats and such like Emmet was, which is why he preferred Single Battles.

Before he knew it, he was disembarking from his line, his team tucked safely away in his pocket. The clock on his Xtrans read 19:56. He had exactly nineteen minutes until he should expect to meet with Emmet. A little early. He stood on the platform, watching the last of the passengers exit the platform and leave the station from his train. Ingo contemplated if he should wait for Emmet in the control room or simply wait here on the platform. It was not a far walk, but it might be a nice change of pace. The station was mostly empty now, a couple small groups milling around as he stood and waited on the sidelines.

“Ingo!” What? Ingo looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. “Uncle Ingo!” Ingo’s eyes widened. Only one person called him that.

“Dawn?” The girl came running up to him wearing a different outfit than he remembered. She wore a pink skirt and a black tank top, a pink hat situated on her head. She barreled into him, hugging him tightly and squeezing the breath out of him. “I- hello, there, Dawn. How-” he paused, taking in her posture. Her face was buried into his shirt, her back and shoulders rigid. She was shaking. She was oddly quiet. Something was wrong. “Are you alright, Dawn?” Ingo patted her on the back as she let out a muffled sob into his shirt, making his adrenaline spike. What was wrong? She wouldn’t say anything. Had something happened? Was she hurt? How had she gotten here?

Ingo gently removed Dawn from his front, kneeling down on one knee so he was a little shorter than her. He gently tucked back her hair, seeing her puffy, red eyes and her tear-stained face. Ingo felt a surge of protectiveness through his body, but tried not to show it. He looked at her, his frown deepening in concern. “What is the matter, Dawn?” he asked quietly.

She took some deep breaths as Ingo gently squeezed her arms, holding her up. She hung her head. “I-I-” Dawn gasped, taking in a shuddering breath. “I… can’t be, I just, there’s so much and…”

“Take a moment, Dawn. I have all the time in the station. Make sure to run any safety checks before proceeding.” Her eyes met with his, filled with a deep, aching pain.

“I have nowhere else to go. I… I went home after Hisui and I… there was…” she choked up, wiping the tears from her face before continuing. “My mom. She’s gone. I have no where else left.” Dawn squeezed her eyes shut, a new wave of salty hot wet leaking from them. Ingo immediately pulled her into him, allowing her to sob on his shoulder as he gently rubbed her back. Oh, this poor child. Ingo remembered how she had been so excited to go home and see her dear mother. The way she had phrased it made it sound like her mother had passed on, but Ingo did not know for certain.

He made up his mind then. As her self-appointed uncle, she could find solace with him. Him and Emmet. Emmet had mentioned wanting to meet the girl who was responsible for getting him home. Though, Ingo had to admit, this was a bit of a cruel joke for fate to play. Ingo spoke softly, saying comforting words to the crying child in his arms. He flicked his wrist towards him over her back, typing a quick message to Emmet before putting it away and refocusing all his attention on her.

“I-I-I- I only g-got back last week,” she sobbed. “Arceus returned me a-and when I went home,” she grabbed a fistful of his shirt, “Barry’s mom said that she was looking f-f-f-for me and got attacked. By a Toxicroak. She didn’t have her Pokemon with her and she couldn’t handle the poison. She’s gone. My mom is gone and its my fault.” Ingo immediately paused in his rubbing of her back.

“Oh, Dawn, of course it isn’t your fault. You did not ask to be diverted to Hisui, yes? Nor did you cause the accident to happen.”

“B-but if I would have finished e-earlier I could have s-stopped it-”

“You did not know. You were doing the best you could with what you had. You were already working yourself too hard, even when you sent me back to my home station. Do not blame yourself. This was out of your control.”

“B-but she was only away because she was l-looking for me-”

“I know that your mother would not blame you, either. Nobody does. I know it is difficult to accept, but you did not cause this. There was no one who did. I’m so sorry, Dawn. I’m so sorry.” He continued rubbing her back as she heaved mighty sobs into his coat, dampening it. Ingo did not mind. “You are more than welcome to stay with us, Dawn. As long as you need. We will be right here for you, alright?” Dawn nodded into his shoulder.

A new train entered the platform. Ingo covered Dawn’s ears as the whistle blew, signaling that it was about to brake. The brakes thrusted on, screeching the massive locomotive to a halt. The doors hissed open as normal. Ingo removed his hands, taking Dawn’s shoulders and positioning her so he could see her face. “Emmet is about to join us from that train. He is a little blunt, but he means well. He has been wishing to meet you. These are… less than optimal conditions, but he already cares for you, too, from what I have told him about you. We will take you back to our home tonight. You must have had a long journey to get here.” Dawn nodded, wiping her eyes.

As promised, Emmet was almost the first off the train, looking around with wide eyes as he frantically searched for Ingo. The two made eye contact over Dawn’s shoulder, Emmet bursting into a sprint. “Ingo? Are you alright?” Emmet skidded to a halt a couple feet from the pair. Ingo stood, keeping his hold on Dawn’s shoulders. He gave them a squeeze. She reached up and took his hand, hiding her face with her hair.

“Emmet, this is Dawn. Dawn traveled from Sinnoh for a surprise visit. I can explain more when we are home. She will be staying with us.”

Emmet nodded, taking in her heaving shoulders and the wet spot on Ingo’s coat. “I am Emmet. You helped Ingo return. You are welcome in our home.” He looked at Ingo, his eyebrows knitting, confusion and concern plain on his face. Ingo pulled up his free hand signing, explain later. Emmet nodded. “Shall we depart for the home station?”

“I did not inform the others of our schedule change.”

“I am Emmet. I will take care of it.” Emmet briskly walked past them down the hallway to the control room.

“I-I’m not causing any trouble, am I?” Dawn asked quietly, bringing her gaze up to Ingo. She still looked like a wreck, but at least the tears had stopped flowing.

“Of course not, young Dawn. We were hoping to get an early evening anyway.”

“This is early? It’s almost 8:30.”

“The Subway runs late and me and Emmet are oftentimes the ones who close the platform and arrive early to open it the next morning. Elesa, a close friend of ours, frets that we work too much. She would be delighted to know we took an evening off,” Ingo chuckled warmly. Dawn gave a small smile, watery, but there. “I believe you would like Elesa. She can be a handful sometimes, but she cares for us. She also makes puns quite a lot. I find them funny. Emmet does not.”

“You like puns?”

“Why do you think much of my speech is train puns?” Dawn lowered her head, considering the question as Emmet returned.

“Shall we depart, brother? Dawn?” Emmet smiled at them. Dawn finally looked up into his face - and blanched.

“Oh, you guys are twin twins. Like. Identical.” Emmet and Ingo both laughed. Emmet absentmindedly reached out and took Dawn’s other hand. Ingo knew he did not like seeing others cry, especially children. Dawn looked at him skeptically, but did not pull away. The brothers led the way out of the Subway, keeping a firm but gentle hold on the crying teen as they exited the station, entering the evening of Nimbasa City.

[Next]

[tangerinemoon]

Something Wonderful

A/N: I wrote a self indulgent fic based on a musical because I have no self control. This is also the 3rd time I've attempted to write a fic like this, and this is the first time I've actually enjoyed it! 18+ DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!

warnings: angst, smut, more angst, language, blatant references to the last five years

word count: 2860

Part of the Bakguo Birthday Bash server collab hosted by  @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe and @ramen-rambles 

Event Masterlist Here

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Five Years

The door slammed shut, a loud bag echoing throughout the apartment. Pictures on the wall shaking from the force of it, one of them crashing to the ground, the glass of the frame cracking. Emotions swelled up inside of you, threatening to spill over, to crack as well. 

You had told yourself in the beginning that a relationship with a Pro Hero would be hard, especially with someone considered the number two hero. He had assured you that you’d be fine, that the two of you could do it. Somewhere down the line you’d realized he’d been wrong, that you were both lying to yourselves. A fleeting thought in your mind wondering if you chased after him, would it magically make everything back to the way it was? Maybe if you tried more. Maybe if he communicated better.

“Maybe” doesn’t change a thing. It doesn’t turn back time to allow for do-overs. It doesn’t take back the words you said and the actions he made.

“You walk out that door, Katsuki, you’re walking out on us, so don’t bother coming back.”

A sob racked through your chest, as you pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes. You’d given him the invitation to leave and he took it. The truth was, it had been over long before that door slammed, before the argument that led to it. Both of you knew it, but only now you could admit it to yourself. You couldn’t paint your life with lies because you wanted it to work so badly. 

It started it out with small arguments. Frustrations bubbling over and spilling out. While Bakugo’s Pro Hero career had taken off, landing him quickly in the Number Two spot. Your career seemed to fall deeper and deeper into the cracks. It wasn’t that you were mad at Bakugo for saving lives and helping people. No, you were so unbelievably proud of him. That didn’t stop anxiety and self doubt creeping in after every failed audition as you watched the world fall more and more in love with him. There was no comparing your work to Bakugo’s. There was no comparing hero work to acting. They were two different worlds. In the beginning you were both so supportive of each other, but as time went on, Bakugo was coming home less and less. Which should be fine, he’s out saving the world. It’d be selfish to be upset over that. But hero work wasn’t just saving the city and catching villains. It was public events, parties, galas, meet and greets. Things you weren’t always invited to. Things he started picking over you. It was part of the sacrifice. He wanted to be the best, and the things apparently helped him become the best. But did that mean you had to be left behind? The last event you accompanied him to, he had been swept up by a swarm of people, leaving you alone at a table the whole night. With every time he was gone, self doubt would crawl into your mind and you couldn’t help but really wonder if you were still a part of his life. 

Tonight was no different. Another event, another party, another time to get dressed up and sit alone in the corner all night. Watching as reporters, heroes, and fans alike fawned over him. You had told him that you wanted to stay in, he told you that he had to go. 

“It’s not even your party, Katsuki!” you had said, “can’t we just stay in? Your whole pro hero career isn’t going to fall apart because you bailed one party. I don’t want to go, please. ” 

One thing led to another, and soon you were in a full blown screaming match in the main room as he continued to get ready. It seemed like all you did was fight now when you saw each other. About his job, about your job, about nothing, until finally one of you cracked. 

“Although you’ve made it clear that you’re not going, I’m still going, okay?” he clenched his fists, back turned to you as he spoke, “I’m not going to pause my career because yours is failing!” 

With that you told him to leave. After everything was said and done: Bakugo left. 

The life you’d built together was done. It felt like all you could do now was cry. Cry until you could pick yourself back up and try to put yourself back together. Sitting alone in the apartment that served as nothing but a bombshell of your five year relationship. 

You don’t know how long you were sitting there. It felt like maybe hours had gone by. Every time you thought you were done crying, a new fresher wave of tears came barrelling down your cheeks. It was starting to feel cathartic, to release every emotion that’d been stirring up inside of you. Eventually you pulled yourself up off the floor. Walking around the apartment now felt like walking in a stranger's home. You made your way to the bedroom, the room that once felt like a safe haven for the two of you, but now served as a cruel reminder by how empty it’d felt. Empty long before he walked out that door. 

You sat down at the edge of the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes. In a few moments you would clean out your things from the closet and dresser. Taking any and all that you could with you, before calling a friend and seeing if you could stay with them. For now you’ll let the weight of the situation sink in just a little longer.

Your relationship was over. Gone. Somewhere along the way, something wonderful died. 

First Year

You’d met at a bar. He was out celebrating his birthday with some friends, while you had been dragged out by your roommate and their friends. It seemed like neither one of you wanted to be there, and by chance you both ended up sitting next to each other at the bar top avoiding your respected friend groups. He was hard not to notice, tall with messy blonde hair and bright vermillion, his arms flexing under his tight black shirt. You hit it off surprisingly well.

“I’m Bakugo Katsuki.” 

His name came out more like a grunt than an introduction, but you smiled nonetheless. You introduced yourself, and soon you found  yourselves spending most of the night together. He told you that he was a hero, on his way to becoming the best pro hero in japan. You told him you were an actress, and though you didn’t know if you were going to be the best, you just wanted to be good.

“You’re gonna be the best damn actress. Number One.”

His bluntness wasn’t something you were used to. He wasn’t trying to smooze up to you, buy you a drink and try and get into your pants with stupid one liners. Sure he was a little gruff but that’s what kind of made him so nice to talk to. At the end of the night you still went home with him…

The bedroom door shot open, Bakugo using one hand to keep you pressed against him while the other reached out behind him to slam it shut. Your shirt was long gone left somewhere between his front door and the hallway, along with his shirt and jeans. Bakugo pushed you down onto the bed, pullining is lips from yours. He stared down at you, placing a hand softly on your cheek, a stark contrast to the rough feverish kisses you had been sharing only moments ago. You nipped playfully at his thumb then lightly bated his hand away. You pulled him towards you by his, coming face to face with the prominent bulge in is black boxer briefs. You tugged them down, his cock springing free from the confines. He was big, very. Not too long but incredibly thick, with two prominent veins running along the shaft. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, your thighs clenching. 

Bakugo let out a quiet grunt, placing a hand at the back of your head. He didn’t push, waiting for you to move first. You took him in your hand, giving his cock a few firm strokes before leaning down and tentatively giving the head a lick. His hand tightened around the back of your head, a deep groan coming from the back of his throat. You took that as the go ahead, guiding him into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around the tip, your hand continuing to stroke what wasn’t in your mouth. You took him further into your mouth, sinking in about halfway before pulling back and sinking back down again. Bakugo’s hand guided you in a steady rhythm, cursing everytime you would take him fully in. 

“Ah, fuck baby. Yeah that’s it, fuck...just like that.” jis eyes fluttered shut, his head rolling back on his shoulders. 

You pulled back, wrapping your lips around the head and giving a firm suck, then pulling off completely. You sat back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and staring up at Bakugo. He stared back down at you, chest heaving and face flushed. 

Then he was on you in an instant, lips crashing against yours as he pushed you back onto the center of his bed. His hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, squeezing your thighs, finding their way around you back to the clasp of your bra. His hands fumbled only for a moment before you felt the cups loosen around your chest. You helped him pull it off, you skirt following soon after. His hands found their way to your chest, giving your breasts a firm squeeze. You moaned against his lips as he continued to massage your boobs, as he pulled away from your mouth, continuing his assault down your neck. He nipped at your pulse point, at the same time he flicked thumb against your right nipple, causing your eyes to roll sut with a soft moan. 

“Bakugo..” you whined. 

“Katsuki.” he whispered gruffly in your ear. 

“Hm?” you pulled back slightly, catching his gaze. 

“Call me Katsuki.” he spoke quietly, almost like he didn’t want anyone else to hear. You nodded, pulling him back in for another kiss. 

You stayed like that for a moment, just kissing and holding each other, Eventually, Bakugo’s hands started moving again. The tips of his finger grazed the hem of your panties, dipping in before pulling back. You whined, hips rolling into his touch, desperate for some kind of friction. He chuckled, fingers tracing along the sides of your hips then wrapping around the elastic and tugging them down in one swift movement. The fabric pooled around your ankles and you kicked them off, your panties landing somewhere off the side of the bed. Bakugo shifted his weight onto one hand, the other drifting to the space between your legs. The pads of his fingers were rough and calloused, different from his surprisingly soft touch. He traced down your slit circling arond yor entrance then grazing backup. His middle finger brushed against your clit and you let out a high pitched moan. He smirked , tapping his finger against the swollen nub. He began to rub firm circles against your clit and his lips slowly made their way down your chest. His lips latched onto your nipple as his fingers picked up speed. Your stomach tightened, you were panting and your skin felt so hot, Your senses were overwhelmed, the only thing keeping you grounded was him. He pulled off your chest, his lips continuing their trail down your torso. He nipped at your hip bones His tongue tracing along the skin in a pattern you could only assume was his name. It was all too much, yet not enough. You threaded your fingers in his hair, bringing him back up to meet your gaze.

“I need you insead me, now.” you panted,

Bakugo chuckled, “Easy there, princess.”

He reached over to the drawer in his nightstand, fumbling around until he pulled out a foil packet. He tore it open with his teeth, tossing the wrapper on his nightstand to be dealt with later. He pinched the tip of the condom, rolling it onto his length. Once the condom was secure, he settled back between your thighs, lifting one of your legs to rest on his hip. 

“You still good?”  he asked. You smiled up at him, nodding your head. Bakugo nodded in return then slowly pushed himself inside. He went slowly, stopping once he was in to let you adjust. You wrapped your other leg around his waist, giving him the ok to move. 

He didn’t hold back, pulling out and thrusting back in hard. His pace was unrelenting, in the absolute best way. He had your back arching and toe curling. Your nails raked down his back, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent moons in their wake.

“God, yes Katsuki! Don’t stop!” you cried out. You didn’t care if his neighbors heard. Afterall it was technically his birthday and he deserved to know if he was doing a good job. 

“That’s it princess, say my name. Let everyone in the building now whose fuking you this good” Bakugo groaned. He shifted up onto his knees, holding your thighs even tighter around his waist. The new angle allowing him to thrust in even deeper into you, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot everytime. You threw your head back, a load gasp falling from your lips.His hand snaked up your thigh to your clit, resuming rubbing harsh circles against it. Your abdomen tightening, you were close, and he knew it.

“Fuck  baby, I can feel you squeezing my cock. You’re close aren’t you? Come on princess, come all over my cock. Be a good girl and come for me.” 

Like his words held some kind of magic, you wall clenched around him and you came. Crying his name out. With a few more harsh thrusts, Bakugo followed soon after. His head thrown back as he came with a loud groan, his fingers digging into your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. Not that you cared. If he could make you come like that he could mark up your entire body if he wanted to. 

You both stayed there for a moment, the room quiet except for the sounds of panting. After a minute, Bakugo pulled out with a sharp hiss. Your legs fell limply at his sides as he got up to dispose of the condom in a trash can under the desk in the corner. You sat up, looking around for your bra and panties.

“Here” Bakugo grunted, tossing something onto the bed next to you. You looked down to see it was a grey t-shirt, his shirt. 

“Bathroom is the first door on the left,” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, towards the door. 

You were shocked for a moment, fully ready to call a cab and do the walk of shame home. Not expecting him to ask you to spend the night. You slipped the shirt over your head, thanking him before slipping out the door. You didn’t spend long in there, cleaning up and then heading back to the bedroom. When you walked back in, Bakugo was already in bed with the bedside light on. One arm propped behind his head while he scrolled through his phone with the other. When he heard you come in, he looked up, quickly setting the phone down. 

“Hey.” you greeted, making your way over to the otherside of the bed, crawling under the covers. Bakugo didn’t say anything at first, almost as if he was trying to rack his brain for what he wanted to say next. 

“You like breakfast, right?”

You were taken aback slightly by his tone, he seemed almost nervous. Was this the same Bakugo who just fucked your brains out?

“Yeah, I like breakfast.”

Bakugo nodded at your answer, that being enough for him. Reaching over to the nightstand to turn the light off. 

“Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, Katsuki.”

You settled into the covers, almost a little unsure of yourself. You were about to turn over, when you felt Bakugo lightly grab your arm. He pulled you towards him, wrapping an arm around you and laying your head on his chest. You smiled softly, curling into him and getting comfortable, bidding him goodnight one more time. 

True to his word, Bakugo took you out for breakfast the next day. After which he asked for your number. And when you kissed him goodbye in his car after he dropped you off at your place you couldn’t help but think that every moment spent with him was something wonderful.

[swimmingleo]

Changes: or to take the higher ground before it's too late

I'm going to be real here folks, I cry ugly tears to this song. Bad.

Changes is a song on Cam's album "The Otherside". It's country, it's folk and it's an album a bit influenced by changes in Cam's life (a change of label, personal life). She collaborated with Harry on the song Changes, as she opened for him on a venue and was already working with Tyler Johnson.

From what I gathered: Harry sent her the demo of the song, implying he made most of the writing on this one. What I'm basing this claim on is her interview for Rolling Stones (read it here):

I heard [the demo] and was just like, “Oh, this ache to outgrow something that you don’t want to outgrow!” It felt so good. I normally don’t take outside songs [...]

‼️DISCLAIMER‼️when analysing this song, I'm gonna go from the idea of it being written with a queer mindset (how surprising of me). Cam rendered the song beautifully and it is very much her own, but I believe Harry's input is consequential. After all that's his lil whistle and cute fishsona in the MV.

Sad queer analysis ahead.

Let's analyse the lyrics first:

There is a town

Somewhere down a country road

The speaker describes the town to us, from memory, from experience. "There it is, down the road, can you picture it ?"

I see it now

I take it everywhere I go

The speaker doesn't currently live in the town, they're on the move (nice throwback to the coutry road). But despite all the travelling, they realize the sedentary smalltown never leaves them. It's part of them. It left a mark on them.

The river sways, I can almost hear it now

As if to say, "You're not the only one who wants a way out"

The town is so real to the speaker they can sense it, eyes and ears. But it gets a bit dark: the river sways like it's trying to leave its bed. The river is envious of the speaker who managed to leave. The town is so toxic even nature wants to get away from it. Or the speaker resents the town so bad that they project their own resentment on the river.

So, I go

'Cause I don't wanna feel like I don't know you anymore

I memorize those roads

This is the call for the speaker to leave for good. Their motive doesn't seem to be ambitious or anything grand. They leave because they apprehend a feeling. Apprehending a feeling, something that may not even happen, is the way of an anxious person. Anxiety is the motive of their departure. However, they still memorize the roads leading to the town, just in case. Perhaps one day they'll come back.

Somewhere out in the big wild country

Someone's fallin' in love in a backseat

Givin' it away

Like their hearts won't ever break

Suddenly it's about love ! Young love, one that is lived in the small compartment of a car, somewhere hidden and safe in the big wild country. As if the countryside was unexplored and threatening.

God bless the young hearts sippin' cheap wine

Gettin' drunk with their friends for the first time

Thinkin' nothing's gonna change

'Til everything changes

The speaker looks at the youth with tenderness, wishing them the best. But once again, they're not in the town in the present time, they don't see the youngsters fooling around, they can only guess from first-hand experience. And it's very specific: falling in love, getting drunk with friends and thinking everything's gonna be easy like that forever until it's not and heartbreak ensues.

From there I hop in with the raw queer theme of those lyrics. It started by falling in love and it ended up in a heartbreak. In between, the speaker got drunk for the first time with their friends, people they trusted enough to let go a little, but in the end everything changed. Why ? Alcohol makes you forget about code of conduct, how you're supposed to behave. It makes you say or do things you might not have done sober.

We can interprete this chorus as the beginning of the end for the speaker. It's the only part of the song evocating the past, and it's fun and easy, but it's also where things started to get bad the way they are in the present. Something might have happened that first time the speaker got drunk and it marked the end of innocence and careless childhood, and it probably has to do with love as no other factor is provided apart from falling in love and heartbreak.

They never leave

They're all havin' babies now

Watchin' daytime TV

Livin' off the gossip of a cruel small town

They. With Harry, it's always You, Me, and They. They are having babies, all of them, like it's not a very difficult thing to do, it's just natural. They have the leisure of the day, not a thing to worry about, if not gossip. It's not implied anymore, the small town is downright cruel. Gossip fuels it, but on behalf of someone else, and that someone is most definitely the speaker who left and who describes its inhabitants in the most mundane way, perhaps with a hint of contempt. The speaker seems bitter.

So, I go

'Cause I don't wanna feel like you don't know me anymore

Don't recognize my face

Reprise of the pre-chorus except now, the speaker provides another reason for their departure. Not only they feared they wouldn't know the town anymore, they also feared being seen as a stranger. It's not like the speaker actually changed physically: but it might as well feel like it. Again, apprehension, anguish. As implied in the chorus, things changed to the point where the speaker feels they would seem like a whole another person to the rest of the town, a stranger, a threat to the integrity of the conservatives. So they leave before this shift in perception can happen.

There ain't nothing here for me anymore

They say they don't hear from me anymore

And I don't wanna hear it anymore

The town is not outwardly hostile. It's still the town that saw the speaker as a kid. The town doesn't understand why the speaker left, but the speaker won't give in and get in touch. They want to be as far away as possible, until they don't hear the questions, the river, everything. It's almost like the speaker doesn't carry the town in their heart at all. They want to forget it all, and it hurts everytime the town tries to lure them back in. The way Cam sings it is painful to me man

Somewhere out in the big wild country

I was fallin' in love in a backseat

Givin' it away

Like my heart won't ever break

Had such a young heart sippin' cheap wine

Gettin' drunk with my friends for the first time

Thinkin' nothing's gonna change

'Til everything changes

Yeah, just the confirmation of the chorus being the speaker's experience. I went ahead and assumed it was already lol but it's like a plot twist effect. It's dramatic. It's a personal song to someone.

TO MAKE IT SHORT to me this song is intense and very in touch with the queer experience. Though it describes a specific situation, it is surprisingly not that detailed or full of metaphors the way Harry often writes: this town could be literally any smalltown in the countryside. The backseat could be the one of any car, cheap wine is something any teen can afford. I like to think Harry wrote it for himself but is also aware so many people went through the same thing, and still will. I have to admit I'm heavily biased writing this, as the experience of a queer kid struggling to find their place in a well settled smalltown is familiar.

GETTING DRUNK AND QUEER IDENTITY is an analogy Harry already used in Fine Line when he sang "We'll get the drinks in so I'll get to thinking of her". To drink is to let go, to unveil the most subconscious aspects of yourself you might not want to deal with otherwise. You don't care about judgement and you get to explore those parts freely. In Changes, this is the last memory they recall before stating the changes and their departure. Perhaps getting drunk for the first time would be when they realized they're queer. Or acted upon it, causing their little world to shake. They chose to leave before it eventually wouldn't feel like a choice anymore. There is no life for people like them in a cruel smalltown.

SMALLTOWN BOY

This song reminds me an awful lot of Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat. The song is about a queer boy having to leave the smalltown where he grew up because of persecutions and no future prospects.

Mother will never understand why you had to leave, Smalltown Boy

They say they don't hear from me anymore, Changes

But the answers you seek will never be found at home, the love that you need will never be found at home

There is nothing here for me anymore

Other people not understanding why they leave. People who can't truly empathize even when they mean no harm. They would never understand the speaker's departure, because those people get to find love and have babies and live a peaceful life in the countryside.

You were the one that they'd talk about around town as they put you down

Livin' off the gossip of a cruel small town

Yeah yeah. I really struggle with just seeing this song as nostalgia when such harsh words are being used. I do believe there is a part of fondness for that town, that countryside setting and the early days. But it's not all tender memories.

CHANGES AND ERODA

Of couuuurse we all noticed the adorable purple fish with the pearl necklace. It represents Harry, no question, as it whistles Harry's part. And of couuuuurse we all made the link with the erodian fish, and some even noticed they formed the bluegreener pair when their colors are inverted.

It makes sense for those fishes to be connected with this interpretation of Changes. Both works are about a small town, lost in the nature, where the people are watching, aware of everything that isn't normal, that is peculiar. The early life of the peculiar boy is similar in every way to the early life of the speaker in Changes. The fish in Adore You grows too big for the island and has to leave, and though Eroda makes amends with the peculiar boy, he leaves as well because his future, his fulfilment, is somewhere else. So does the speaker in Changes.

IN CONCLUSION

The more I write posts like this, the more endeared I am by Harry's world. How Harry writes for himself, but also for other people with songs like this. How nature finds its way in all that he does. How grounded he is, how he doesn't seem to forget where he came from. It really is such a rare thing to see in a mainstream popstar's writing and art. How can someone say he sold his soul to LA is beyond me

[lovesanmotion]

ateez reacts: being distant and getting close with another member

💌 This is: requested | To the person who requested this, I got carried away and wrote it angsty because we all love a good angst, or maybe that’s just me 

Hongjoong: 

If only he knew it was going to end up like this, maybe he should have accepted your feelings for him. But now, he’s in despair, watching you get close with Yunho was a pain for him. Back then, it didn’t matter to him whoever talked to you and whatever you did. It was your business and not his, why should he meddle into it? After you confessed to him, he was so unsure what to say, that he walked away. 

Weeks turned to months, Hongjoong mentally prepared himself to hear a news that you and Yunho would be dating. As these clouds continue to dawn into him, he walked into the dorm as eight people shouted “Happy Birthday!” to him, and you, standing in the middle holding the cake with a lit candle. Maybe there’s still hope for him and you? If there is, Hongjoong wouldn’t waste the chance. 

Seonghwa: 

Maybe it was harsh of him to yell at you that he didn’t want a relationship as of the moment. What he failed to notice was your trembling figure and the tears that were threatening to fall down from your eyes. The guilt of yelling and acting that way to you would haunt him that after a few minutes, he would look all over for you to apologize. Only to find you, crying and being comforted in the arms of Wooyoung. 

Seeing you crying in his shoulder while being embraced brought in a new feeling to him: jealousy. It should be him that was comforting you, but he blamed himself for acting impulsively towards you, and now it has lead to this. He didn’t know how he would act and behave now towards you, but seeing as the days go by and you were happy being with Wooyoung saddens him. If only he could turn back time, he would accept you wholeheartedly.

Yunho: 

“Yunho, I like you.” 

He lets out a dry chuckle. “Are you joking right now?” 

He hated himself for responding that way. His rejection has brought you and Mingi closer, possibly much closer than you and Yunho, possibly much closer than he would like. Everytime he closes his eyes, your voice saying “Yunho, I like you” is what haunts him to sleep and alarms his once he wakes up in the morning. He didn’t like this feeling at all. And he wanted to end it by going out with you. 

“Don’t be sad, Y/N. Maybe he’ll come around to his senses and come back for you.” He once heard Mingi say as he was about to enter the practice room. 

“That would be nice to know. But I’m already in the process of moving on.” 

His heart broke once he hears what you said. He wanted to barge into the room, kiss you and say “I like you”. But he couldn’t just do that to you, someone who’s moving on and think he was playing with your feelings. If anything, he wished that the stars would bring you two together again. 

Yeosang: 

He wondered, out of all the men out there who would be willing to spend all their time with you, why him when he can’t even take you out on a real date? 

He likes you. He truly do, but at the same time, he also loves what he’s doing. In the day, he’d be filming for variety shows, in the afternoon he’s filming for his individual activities and at night, he spends time inside the company building. He wondered what truly made you like him, when there’s San, who makes time for you and makes sure to call you within the day to check up on you. Every night he wished that he was another regular person with a regular job, being able to take you to out on dates whenever you two are available, be able to say “i love you” without thousands of people judging the two of you. Everyday, he curses himself upon the love he wishes to have. 

San: 

“San-ah, I’ve been meaning to tell you that...I like you!” 

His eyes widens, unsure of what to say, tilting his head to the other side. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Y/N.” he says before casually changing the topic. 

Ever since that day, he would get the chills and the haunts. Chills running down his spine as if you were there with him, even though you aren’t. And the haunting of your voice to which he always hears even if you aren’t there too. Slowly, he would hate himself for turning you down like that. You were everything that he ever needs, the woman who his mother exactly told him to date. And he...rejected you just like that? 

Late that night, he finds himself under the rain, running towards your place, hoping he would be given one more chance. 

Mingi: 

In all honesty, he hates seeing you with Hongjoong. Sometimes, he’d zone out and create a scenario in his head wherein he walks up to you and Hongjoong, pushing him out of the way and just kissing you then and there. Sadly, it only remained an imagination in his head. 

He thought you were only joking when you confessed that you liked him. You always love to tell a joke, so when you dropped the “i like you” bomb at him, he simply laughed at you and said “y/n thats such a bad joke”. And obviously, you were hurt, half expecting that he would also like you back. And then it became awkward for the both of you, until pride got in the way and managed to make it hard to talk to one another. 

Wooyoung: 

It started out as a joke of Wooyoung saying “I always knew you’re the one for me” everytime he has the chance to say that line. He only started saying that to you, until he started to say that line to every other female friend he has. At first, you weren’t bothered. It was always his nature to be flirty and never commit, until all you ever see is green everytime he says that joke to another female person. 

“I don’t think you quite understand....but let me tell you. Wooyoung, I like you.” 

seen 1:38am 

Ever since you told him you like him, the both of you have stopped talking. Wooyoung spent most of his time with the boys now and you kept your distance from him. Everytime the boys would talk about you, he would simply keep quiet and do something else. He blamed himself for this. He knew he should said or did something. But now, seeing as you were happy with Seonghwa, makes him think otherwise. 

Jongho: 

Was it possible to get jealous without even wanting you? 

Ever since you dropped the confession bomb to him one night, he ruined the moment saying that he wasn’t ready to commit, but wants you for himself. And he knew that was selfish of him because: 

(1) The label between you two is indefinite (2) You are unsure whether Jongho likes you back or not, he could be toying your feelings for all you know and lastly (3) It’s selfish of him to want you but then not know what kind of label you two are, you don’t even know where you stand in his life. 

And now the communication between you two thinned until you two are nothing more than strangers who knew each other’s secrets. 

[tundrainafrica]

Which would you say are your favorite fanfics ever? (Levihan ofc)

Okay, I don’t think I’m the best judge of what’s quality or not quality cause I ain’t no writing authority so I cannot vouch for whether you will like these fics or not. But I am a firm believer that good writing makes readers feel things and leaves a lasting impression. 

So lemme rephrase the question… What fics left a lasting impression?

So brace yourself for one hell of a ride while I talk about fanworks that just fucked me up in the following ways: 

Caused me to irrationally hate one random character

Made me forget something isn’t canon

Made me completely rearrange my day because I completely f-ed myself up.

Made me feel guilty for fucking up the view count because I keep going back there.

Makes me remember the fic as an aesthetic, not as actual words. Like literally I will imagine the setting almost perfectly in my head and like when I try to remember what happened, I don’t really remember the writing style or anything, but I could probably create a sim house about how exactly I imagined the house to look like or the yard to look like.

Changed the way I approach fic reading.

I don’t wanna spoil these fics because I’m assuming people are gonna read it so as much as I wanna make a long ass detailed review about why I love each of them, I won’t. I’ll probably just mention what the hell I was doing when I read the fic and how I completely fucked myself over. 

I probably will miss some since I’m just listing these out from the top of my head. So here goes…And I’m only posting completed fics because I’m just that way. 

Second chance by @fanmoose12

This is my comfort fic. The first time I read this fic, it was like 4am or 5am in the morning and I remember after reading it once, I read it like 5 more times that day. 

This is literally the fic I just randomly open on my computer at work on some incognito tab when I’m just tired from all the shit they make us do at work and this is the random fic that I just open up when I feel like reading. And this is one of the fics I plan on showing my children one day when I explain to them what love is. 

This isn’t depressing so I guess it doesn’t fall in the ‘fucked me over’ category but definitely one of the fics I read too many times to count that I remember it scene by scene like some simp. 

Partners by fanmoose12

Woops, one exception for WIPs. I just had to post this here because it definitely left a lasting impression. 

This was the first AU I have ever read and been invested in and I have been reading fanfiction since before I could remember and I have always stuck to canonverse fics until I got into Levihan. 

This fic got me into the AU genre and I have never read AUs in my life before this so I think that says a lot about how much this fic means to me. 

Somewhere Only We Know by @someonestolemyshoes

It’s not completely posted in ao3 yet. But since I beta-ed the fic, I finished it long before SSMS posted it but this fic. It started slow so it took me a week of on and off work to get through  but I got through the second part of the fic, the last 30,000 words  incredibly fast. I vividly remembered reading those last final scenes over breakfast completely in shock while my whole family was there. I literally had to leave the room and take my dog out for a second walk . 

I remember the aesthetic of the overall story vividly enough to actually make a moodboard of it and spend a good 1 hour going through country side pics after finishing it. . 

Yellow by @ariadneamare​

God, this fic. I read this over a day of work. Like breakfast, first few thousand words, Lunch next few thousand words. And I finished the rest before bed and oh god, this is the type of fic that builds a great aesthetic, some lightness and just to fuck you over in the end. 

I like to compare it to a longer and AU version of Pristine in terms of how it strings emotions along. I know they’re two completely different fics but the energy of the fic, the stream of emotions on how it strings you along is fairly similar. 

This is literally one of those fics where I’m just having a good day, and my mind goes ‘remember that one fic’ and I just wrinkle my nose like ‘yeah THAT FIC’ 

Pristine by @mannatea​

I’m sure everyone has read this, it’s practically a classic and I cannot count the number of people who told me it was depressing and I do not know why I did not believe them. I read this while waiting in line for milk tea. I lost my place in line around the time I finished that last part and just gave up on buying milk tea.

It has this build up, this incredibly fluffy build up which won’t make you think it will end the way it did. 

Well. you know a fic is good when you know it’s gonna end a certain way but you allow yourself to get strung along anyway. 

A Simple Choice by just-quintessentially-me

This is one of those fics for me that double as an aesthetic piece and a plot piece. I remember INCREDIBLY WELL, the road I was imagining that they were walking through and it satisfied my hurt comfort feels as well. Definitely one of my favorite 115-126 fics and one of the first ones I read in the fandom for sure. 

So those are the english fics, I have to Japanese fics that fall in that category. 

(For anyone who knows Japanese I guess but I personally think they’re worth a google translate.)

熱に浮く(Feverish Dream)

Classic canon compliant. Hange takes care of Levi when he’s sick fic but there are misunderstandings here, they contemplate their relationship and they are incredibly emotionally constipated here. Definitely one of the classics imo and it feeds my need for hurt/comfort.

前世なんてクソだと言う女と 全て忘れた男 

(A girl who thinks past lives are not real and a boy who forgot everything)

Hange is a teacher, Levi is a janitor. Hange remembers stuff and Levi doesn’t and just really cute stuff. 

I’m pretty sure you guys are tired of me rambling about how much this fic means to me but really, I wrote a Tale of Two Slaves (Which is just brushing 100k words already) because this was just so beautiful it got me into the reincarnation genre.

私の中の少女、あなたの中の少年

(The girl inside me and the boy inside you) 

Levi and Hange are exes/childhood friends and they meet again in a matchmaking party. This is just the greatest balance between emotional constipation and love. The premise was just perfect for the type of build up 

Closest thing I’m gonna drop to smut here. Will leave my smut recs for another post but I’m low key really still thinking whether or not I should expose myself by dropping my favorite Levihan smut pieces hahaha.

Filo Socmed AUs

A lot of these probably aren’t google translatable since Tagalog google translate sucks but if anyone is interested, most Filo Socmed AUs have a fair amount of English so it’s coherent. I guess? I completely forget though how much is in English and how much is in Tagalog but these are the Filo Socmed AUs I REALLY remember and really go back to. 

Vividly Remembered 

This one got me blowing my days worth of salary on some meal in a restaurant because I didn’t wanna go back home to my house yet so I remember just crying over a meal while finishing up this fanfiction instead of going home. 

Basically a fic where Levi and Hange were together already and were about to get married already but shit happened. I irrationally hate Nanaba because of this Socmed AU. Like everytime I see Nanaba, i think of this Socmed AU and I just hate her again. 

Photographs 

Levi and Hange are part of the photography club and shit happens. I remember being behind on work because I decided to take a three hour lunch break to finish this AU. This satisfied my sick Levi craving in so many ways (especially after reading Yellow)

Wherein Levi doesn’t have social media accounts and Hange is the class beadle

This last one just has the overall aesthetic of my own university so it really stuck tbh. And the premise of the build up is just incredibly cute. 

These are the ones I can remember from the top of my head so I’m sure these are among my favorites. I’ll definitely update this as I read more.