#I don't know if it's cause it's past 1AM

[pyract0]

╰┈➤Angst thoughts (Hsr edition)

☁︎First proper post back in a bit over a month! Will start writing longer stuff again but gonna go a little slower for now. ☁︎Short! Might write longer fics on specific one's at a later date but more just putting my thoughts down currently! (Lowkey cooked these up at like 1am while laying in bed) ☁︎ Warnings: Angst, just angst with no comfort. Love angst even though it physically hurts me to read or write, Mentions of death/ loss. Gore and cannibalism for Jiaoqiu's part ☁︎ No specified gender/ physical descriptions, referred to as "you", Jiaoqiu has a longer part cause first time writing for him :) ☁︎ Jing yuan, Blade, Sunday, Dan heng, Boothill, Jiaoqiu ☁︎Part 2, Part 3

╰┈➤ Jing yuan

You being his spouse at the same time he had Mimi, someone who helped care for the big cat. Not being a long life species, you were bound to pass before him and when you did, he kept everything of yours tucked away somewhere to preserve your memory. Yet as more time passes, he slowly begins to forget your face and over the centuries all his photos of you eventually end up lost or destroyed.

Imagine Jing yuan napping more frequently the longer that passes trying to engrave your face into his memories, but with each passing day your face becomes more and more blurry.

Eventually he forgets you all together, only having a name that no longer holds any meaning.

╰┈➤Blade

Yingxing being hopelessly in love with you but never asking you out, knowing his time with you would be limited due to your species being that of a longer life span. A while after his "death" you also pass, never finding out of his true feelings, seemingly hitting the end of your love story that never took off.

You meet again in your next life, running into your reincarnation constantly during his time in Penacony, two lost souls who managed to find their way back to each other. Yet, you don't remember him and you are one of the only things he does recognise from his past.

Blade who is now stuck with you, never losing his past feelings and forced to watch as you start anew with someone else because he was nothing more than a stranger now.

╰┈➤ Sunday

Sunday doing everything in his power to reinforce the dreamscape, to make it the place for you to spend out the rest of his life together. When he loses his fight and everything comes crumbling down, being taken in by the Astral express, he loses you too.

Not because of any deal that caused eternal separation, simply the fact that the dreamscape was the only thing keeping you from being simply a memory. He had already lost you, yet the place created allowed you to return to his side.

He had refused to accept your death when it happened, now it was like you had died all over again.

╰┈➤ Dan heng

You who he had never even met, never uttered a word to yet falling for. Dan heng who retained some of his previous incarnations memories, including those of you. He could never have you, didn't even know if you were still alive. Couldn't even recall your name but he found himself growing attached.

He was stuck in the past, living through someone else's eyes, yet he didn't care if it meant being closer to you.

Though you were forever out of reach.

╰┈➤ Boothill

Boothill who after the loss of his family and home planet, keeps a flash drive of his happiest memories somewhere easily accessible to him. Often spends his nights when he isn't completing bounties just watching through his life with you and your adopted daughter like a movie.

Though he eventually loses the drive, maybe destroyed or simply misplaced in a haze, feeling as if a part of his was lost. Gave up his own mortal body to extend his life to avenge you, but without the constant reminder he cherished begins losing hope.

╰┈➤ Jiaoqiu (This is based on a theory(?) I saw of borisin meat being capable of healing, gore and cannibalism warning!)

Jiaoqiu who after losing his vision to the poison, slowly starts losing hope of finding someone able to heal the injury. You, his spouse who was born with borisin blood, feeling guilty even though you had no part in the incident in the shackling prison. Wanting to do something, anything if it meant helping him, you used yourself to heal him.

As a denizen of the abundance, your body had something that was keeping you seemingly immortal, healing you beyond something natural. You exploited it, at the risk of your own life.

It started off small, extracting your blood and using it as "medicine". Yet it wasn't enough, and you were too stubborn to fail the promise of restoring his eyesight. Then it was half of your own vision, an eye for an eye. Still nothing.

Without knowing he was eating away at you. Literally. The incision from the kidney you tore out of your own body was messily stitched, chunks of your flesh missing. Even if he Jiaoqiu could tell something was wrong, he never mentioned it, ignoring the distinctive, metallic scent that made his nose twitch is discomfort. He had always liked your cooking, yet the meat began to feel off the more days that passed.

Bandages became like a second skin to you, ivory stained with a deep crimson that kept spreading. Maybe it was more he needed, maybe something of more worth, you weren't going to stop until he could see again.

Your liver? You can live with half of one.

If it meant repaying the sins of your species and their crimes, you were willing to sacrifice your body for your lover.

And eventually it began to work, Jiaoqiu waking up being able to see. Albeit blurry, he could see, to make out the shape of your stumbling form coming closer to your shared bed he occupied. You had succeeded in fulfilling your promise, just for his last memory of you to be that of you collapsing covered in poorly wrapped bandages and sloppy stitches over your abdomen.

╰┈➤ Note

Don't know what possessed me to write Jiaoqiu's, not my usual thing but I got the idea and lowkey had to write that down.

Sorry for all the deaths, you get 5 big booms.  💥  💥  💥  💥  💥

[soonwoosz]

producer! woozi x reader

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you sighed, turning the lights off as the practice room door closed behind you. the hour hand on the clock striked 3, signalling the soon-to-start new day of routine for trainees in the company.

however, the lights to the studio - woozi's studio - at the end of the hallway shined brightly through the glass.

being all too familiar with the place, you didn't hesitate to push open the door and visit your lovely producer.

woozi had grown a little more relaxed since you first saw him yesterday, but his exhaustion was still evident. he ran a hand through his hair and sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration.

you quietly approached his desk, eyes scanning over the monitor filled with tabs and tabs of sound clips and producing instruments. there were still a few things to finalize, but the tiredness was written all over woozi's face - he just wasn’t willing to admit it.

"jihoon-ie, are you heading back to the dorm today?" you gently asked, softly patting his back.

you remembered he had eaten dinner together with the members when practice ended at 1am, and now all that was left was for him to rest.

woozi glanced at her, the corners of his lips curling into a small, tired smile. ��i will in a bit, just need to finish this one thing.”

you shook your head and sighed. “you’re impossible.” You turned his chair to face you, forcing him away from the screen. “come on, it’s late, woozi. just take a break.”

He sighed, shaking his head while prying your hands away from his chair to go back into his producing. you noticed how his head tilted slightly to the side as he slouched, a sign that woozi was beginning to succumb to exhaustion. you weren't sure if it was the overwhelming amount of work, or just the late hours, but the tiredness in his eyes grew stronger by the second.

you tried again.

"how about a short nap before you continue?" his hands faltered, the suggestion finally tempting him.

you smiled, moving over to pull a blanket off his couch, patting the soft material to call him over and lie down. "just for a bit, i'll make sure no one disturbs you."

woozi trudged over, collapsing on the couch. his body sank into the softness of it, eyes immediately closing as you tucked him in.

"you don't have to do this, you know," he spoke, eyes still shut. "i know." you smiled, taking a seat on the floor beside him to accompany him.

the quiet, peaceful atmosphere enveloped you quickly, the weariness from the past few hours began to settle in your own bones. and slowly, without realising, you drifted off into a light nap, head resting against the armrest of the couch where woozi laid.

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hours passed, and the quiet morning unfolded around you. the soft sound of birds from the trees outside, and occasional shuffle of woozi's blanket were the only noises in the room.

at some point, woozi woke up to find the studio still dimly lit, but the light outside his window had seemed to turn brighter. you were no longer seated beside him on the floor. instead, he saw you slumped against the couch, body curled slightly into a position that looked uncomfortable.

his heart softened at the sight.

it was clear that you hadn't even realised how tired you yourself had been, yet your selflessness had caused you to unknowingly fall asleep while taking care of him. This was always been something about you that made him appreciate you more than he could ever express.

carefully, he reached over and gently moved a strand of hair away from your face. he didn't want to wake you; looking so peaceful, so comfortable for the first time in what felt like a long while.

but he still couldn’t let you sleep on the floor. Woozi was tired too, but he was much more aware of your well-being at that moment. his tired hands, still a bit shaky, carefully scooped you up into his arms.

you stirred slightly as he lifted you, but the movement wasn't enough to wake you up.

woozi carefully laid you down on the couch, making sure you were covered with the blanket. he gently tucked it around your body, his hands lingering for a moment before pulling away.

he paused, standing at the edge of the couch and looking down at you with a soft expression. “thank you, for all you do for me,” he whispered, although you couldn’t hear him.

woozi sat down beside her, resting his back against the arm of the couch. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes for a moment, letting the silence wash over him - and for the first time in what felt like forever, woozi found himself able to relax for the moment, knowing you were both at peace.

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끝

a/n i've been feeling super soft for woozi recently :(( enjoy!!

[asuyaka]

Eyyy it's been a while since I've requested anything, and since I'm back to my JJK brain rot how about a good old request for my favorite dead divorced gay couple?(how are we copin', manga readers?)

So idk if you've ever seen or heard of the "Missing Halloween" animation on YouTube, BUT--

What if satosugu found out that Reader(who they were very close with) was actually the spirit of an past special grade student that died in a mission by the hands of curse users (maybe they raided the school or something, idk it's like- 1AM in here my brain will not remember all the shit that happens in the JJK lore to make a coherent plot point) and now just roams around near the school, and that explains why everyone just seemingly ignored Reader's presence completely and gave the three weird looks whenever they hung out together. Also I like to think that these two idiots found out about reader's situation after fooling around during detention and accidentally tripping on some dusty old boxes that had some old stuff in it, finding one of those group school year pics from when Yaba was the boys' age and Reader was also in the pic from when they were still alive.

In much simpler words, Satosugu x ghost!reader that they didn't knew was a ghost until they found a picture of Reader's academic years.

-🌈, Anon.

★ - JJK brainrot 's so real f' me too !! (Satosugu once 'm get m grubby lil hands on you... >:(( )

☆ - Satosugu x Ghost! Reader !!

♡ - 's nice ta see you again, 🌈 nony !! ヾ(^▽^*))) hope you're doin' well <33 (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ | 'm have seen Missing Halloween! made me s'sad (◞‸◟；) but s sooo bittersweet! m nota huuugee animation fan, but Missing Halloween 's one of m favs! (๑≧▽≦)

Being a ghost is interesting, to put it simply.

You get to see things you never got the chance to when you were alive, like the top of Mount Fuji and the vast streets of Shibuya. Sure, you missed what it was like to eat your favorite food or speak to people, but it's the price you have to pay for your naivety.

You thought you'd be alone, wandering the hallways of Jujutsu High forever until they came.

Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru.

The strongest sorcerers in the modern era.

Shock is an emotion you haven't felt since your death, but you feel it again when you notice that those two can not only see but touch you.

It's an odd feeling. Having someone touch your skin after years (it's only been two) of being dead. Weird, but nice.

"Suguru, back me up here!" Satoru whines, holding his friend by his shoulders and shaking him back and forth.

You and Satoru were arguing about which ice cream flavor was the best. Granted, you haven't had ice cream —or any food for that matter— in a long time, but there was no way you would let Satoru get away with saying Birthday Cake.

"This is your argument, and I like Vanilla." Suguru shrugs and the betrayed look on Satoru's face causes you to giggle.

Satoru turns to face you, chest out and voice boisterous. "Well, [Name], since we can't agree, I guess that means we'll have to go to an ice cream store to find out!

Suguru's face turns blank. "Where in that argument did going to an ice cream place happen?"

"Right now, duh." You huff, rolling your eyes dramatically.

"No, guys, I don't have money, and I'm not taking you dumbasses to an ice cream place at this hour." Suguru's voice is stern; like there's no room for back-and-forth bickering.

You three were now at a small ice cream shop a few minutes away from Jujutsu High.

You tried not to talk to Suguru and Satoru much, so to bystanders it wouldn't look like they were talking to literal air, but they didn't get the hint and kept talking to you anyway.

Sometimes you wonder if they even know you're a ghost.

The way Satoru uses you as a headrest (you're putting spiders in his bed tonight) and how Suguru tends to maintain eye contact when he talks to you (earning a couple of odd stares from some in the store), you’re 99.9% sure they think you’re a real person.

Which you are, obviously, but you’re only technically real to them. Why that is, you aren’t exactly sure yourself.

Before you three get to the counter, you make up a fake excuse of having to use the bathroom. You tell them the flavor you want, make sure Satoru doesn’t do anything weird, and order the flavor with the most sugar (you aren’t 100% sure if you can even eat but it’s worth trying) before you excuse yourself. 

You make your way to the roof, sitting on the edge and looking out into the city. It’s calming. 

You’ve always enjoyed how relaxing it was to be able to see people going about their lives, the soft breeze sounding through your ears accompanied by the smell of ice cream and bread from nearby stores.

It’s nice. 

From the corner of your eye, you spot Suguru and Satoru sitting at an outside table. They were talking amongst each other as they presumably waited for you, an empty spot only held by a cup of ice cream filled with your favorite flavor.

You drop down at the back of the store, brushing the dust off your body and making your way to where Suguru and Satoru are sitting.

“Jeez! Took you long enough.” Satoru rolls his eyes and immediately starts eating his ice cream. 

Suguru rolls his eyes. His posture is the same as always, a man spread and his arms crossed only breaking whenever he needs to eat his ice cream as well. 

Huffing, you kick Satoru underneath the table. Blowing a raspberry before taking a bite of the ice cream.

Good news, you can eat.

Bad news, you don’t taste a single thing.

Well… they don’t need to know that. They’re having fun, your inability to taste shouldn’t spoil that for them.

“Satoru, Yaga’s going to kill us if he finds us, you know?” Suguru huffs, keeping watch as Satoru looks through the yearbook of past students in Jujutsu High.

“Oh, hush!” Satoru kicks him in the knee, gasping when he finds a book tucked away behind several (thankfully sleeping) cursed corpses.

Satoru grins. “Found one.”

Suguru takes one final glance at the hallway before turning to see what Satoru dragged him here for in the dead of night (or early in the morning depending on the way you look at it).

They flip through the yearbook, snickering when they see what Yaga looked like two years ago. His buzz is shorter — if that’s even possible — but he still has his stone-cold resting face.

They make it to the back of the book, where there’s a special section dedicated to students who died before the year is over.

Really, Satoru was looking for what [Name] looked like when he was younger. He’s suspected you were older than the two of them since he never sees you during school.

“Satoru… is– is that…?” Suguru’s voice is weary as his finger points at a photo of some dude he recognizes.

A boy he recognizes.

It’s your picture, you look the same as you do now. “What’s he doing here? We see him all the time– right Suguru?” 

Suguru pales. “Is that why Shoko calls us crazy? [Name] isn’t alive—”

“Yes, he is!” Satoru almost yells. The book drops from his hands with a thump! small colors of blue peeking out from the bottom of his sunglasses.

“We can touch him, we can see him!” Satoru stomps his foot. “How is that possible if he’s dead, huh?!”

“He might be a cursed sp—”

“Then the curse alarm would’ve sounded!” Satoru’s voice sounds like it’s tethering over an edge. He’s confused– he’s known [Name] for as long as his first year, you, him, and Suguru are inseparable so why can Suguru accept the fact that you’re (supposedly) dead?!

“Let’s ask him then, is that okay?” Suguru puts his hand directly on Satoru’s shoulder, moving his thumb slightly for comfort. 

The albino takes a deep breath to calm himself. He shouldn’t be mad at Suguru, he loves Suguru.

So, he does what Suguru says. He lets Suguru lead the way to where they found you the first time. Close to the artifact warehouse but closer to the forest that surrounds Jujutsu High.

You’re there. Sitting on the grass as you stare longingly at a bird.

The sound of rocks crunching under their feet must give them away because in a second you lock eyes with Suguru, a soft smile on your face.

“Suguru!” Your voice is warm– comforting even. “What are you guys doing here? Aren’t you guys breaking curfew?”

“Are you dead?”

Satoru’s blunt question causes your body to freeze. He sounds angry. Maybe it’s because you didn’t tell them that you were a ghost, and they somehow found out themselves.

You weren’t all that popular when you were alive. You were an adequate sorcerer with mediocre abilities. Nothing that puts you out there– not like the two in front of you anyway.

“Y-Yeah?” You avert your eyes sheepishly. “I mean, I died a few years ago so—”

“Why didn’t you tell us anything?” Satoru cuts you off, the hand still holding Suguru’s tightens slightly.

Why didn’t you tell them? Because they’d stop hanging out with you? Were you scared you’d lose the only people who know you’re still technically here?

Because you’re bound to this school and have only ever left because your attachment somehow shifted to Satoru and Suguru.

Ah, that’s why.

You were scared to be left alone. That’s why every time you could, you’d rush over to where they were. Engage in conversation with them, and do mildly illegal things with them because they make you feel wanted.

“I guess… I was scared you two would stop hanging out with me..?” You let out a laugh even though nothing is funny. “You two are the only people who know I still exist, so I thought if you figured out I was a ghost…”

“— that we’d stop talking to you altogether?” Suguru finishes for you and you can’t help but nod.

“That’s stupid! We fight curses, why do you think being a ghost is going to stop anything?!” Satoru grabs you by the shoulder. You’re sure his grip hurts, but you can’t exactly feel pain anymore.

“Yeah, I know…” Your hand touches Satoru’s forearm. “Now that you know… it doesn’t change anything between us… right?”

The longer the silence stretches the more anxiety swallows you whole. If they stop talking to you or start avoiding you, you aren’t sure what you’ll be bound to.

Maybe that spot by the artifact warehouse. You’ll be forced to stay there– alone, with no one to talk to, no one to make you feel alive.

“Of course, not.” Suguru’s voice is warm, it makes something well up in your eyes.

“Sure, it might be weird since sorcerers can’t see you, but you’re our friend. You just have to promise not to keep life-altering secrets from us. Right, Satoru?”

Satoru huffs, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. “You owe me, stupid ghost boy!”

A smile stretches across your face and you’re unaware of the warmth rolling down your cheeks. “I’m glad.”

You won’t be alone.

You’ll be able to talk to them, now that they know your biggest secret.

You’ll have Satoru and Suguru, and they’ll have you.

Maybe being dead– or being a ghost isn’t so bad after all.

[rogue-durin-16]

TOO LATE?

Request: hey honeybun<33 can I request prompt #56 with either Luz or Lieb? Can it be post war, they bump into each other or something? Also can it be angsty??? I love your writing style and I'm so glad you're back!!!!

Summary: Joe had lost his chance. If there was any glimpse of hope about it, it vanished in Chuck Grant's narrow staircase, thanks to an unexpected encounter with an old friend.

Prompt:

56. "I'm happy with them." "That's not fair!" "Why?" "'Cause I loved you first!"

Pairing/s: Joe Liebgott x Reader/George Luz x Reader

Genre: angst

Tags:

Requested by: anon

Band Of Brothers: @fernando-jpg @chubbypotatoepie @tvserie-s-world @clumsy-wonderland @lordndsaviorwinters

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, allusions to sex

A/N: dear anon, I don't know why you'd do this to yourself. You know it's gonna be Angsty™ when I write it in one go at 1am lmaooo. Enjoy <3

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The stairwell in Chuck Grant's building was quiet, filled with the muffled sounds of the city outside and the worn groans of old wood under my feet. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone, least of all him. But there he was—Joe Liebgott, coming up the steps, freezing in his tracks as soon as he saw me.

Chuck mentioned it; that Joe started to drop by from time to time. After a couple of years of radio silence, even Grant found it odd. He wasn't complaining, though, so I made no comment on it, but I was undeniably bitter about Joe not reaching out to me at any point —after what we had been through, I expected a letter.

At least during the first few months. Then I managed to put it in the back of my mind, even after Chuck told me he had had him over a few times. But with the man frozen in front of me, there was nothing I couldn't do to ignore it.

For a second, we both just stood there, staring like we’d seen a ghost. But then Joe broke the silence with that easy, almost casual look that hadn’t changed since the war.

"Look what the cat dragged in." He climbed down the few stairs he had left behind from the fourth flight in order to give me space to go down.

"Long time no see." My replied was laced with a shy, half smile directed to the ground below us instead of at him.

"How have y—"

"I should get g—" I was quite sure he caught my sentence, but maybe I wanted to give his a chance. "What?"

"How have you been?" He leaned back against the landing's rusty railing, eyes roaming my form. He was seizing me up. I did the same.

"Could've been better, but could've been worse." I shrugged, a bit lost in every slight change his face and body had suffered since I had last seen him. "You?"

A shrug. He pretended to think about it. "Pretty much the same. Busy."

"I figured." It was the remainder of the betrayal I had felt a few weeks ago. Not too noticeable, but by the look on his face, he still knew me enough to catch on it.

"You mad?"

Was I?

I rolled my eyes with a soft sigh. "A little bit, yeah. I think." I chuckled at my own confession.

He scratched the back of his neck, finding it a bit difficult to meet my gaze, despite it not holding any real resentment. "'M sorry, sweetheart."

"Joe Liebgott apologizing? That's new."

"Alright, quit it."

There was a familiar fondness wrapping around us, one I presumed long lost.

"I'm glad you're seeing Chuck. It's doing him some good to have you around." It was genuine. I think that was the reason why Joe turned bashful. He almost looked embarrassed about it.

"I could tell you were visiting, ya know?" He shoved his hands in his coat's pockets. "You still use that awful perfume. Sticks everywhere."

"You're so rude." I laughed, trying to go past the fact that he still remembered the perfume I used to wear back in Toccoa.

We simultaneously stole careful glances at each other in silence. I would have never imagined Joe Liebgott at a loss of words, but there was a first time for everything and we weren't the same kids who couldn't shut their mouths to save their lives.

Or perhaps the conversation was over and neither of us wanted to acknowledge it.

Squeezing my purse, I mustered the courage to bid him goodbye. "I should g—"

“Do you miss them?” he asked, tone casual, though I could hear something tight in it, like he’d been thinking about the question for a long time.

“Who?” I asked, then quickly understood. “Oh, the boys?” Joe nodded and I forced a small smile. “Yeah, kind of. I mean, I talk to Malark whenever I can. Bill writes me letters, surprisingly.” I laughed, a little wistfully. “Not that I’m complaining, but I didn’t expect that. Ran into Tab recently, too—crazy as it sounds. George…”

My voice trailed off, and Joe tilted his head, noticing my hesitation.

I shouldn't have mentioned him, but I had a knack for getting carried away whilst talking to Joe.

"George what?"

I felt heat creeping up my neck and tried to look as casual as possible, though I knew I had already given it away. "It’s just… complicated."

"Complicated?" he asked, leaning forward, curiosity bright in his eyes. "What d’you mean, complicated?"

I didn't want to lie to him —not after all this time apart—, but the truth was uncalled for.

"Oh c’mon, tell me." He wasn’t letting this go. "I know I'm not the brightest but it can't be that complicated."

I rolled my eyes and reluctantly gave in, glancing away as I spoke. "I lost contact with him for a few months but uhm- well one day he gave me a call. Said he got my number from Toye." I cleared my throat. "He invited me over, y'know, to catch up. I stayed with him and his family for a while, and…" I flashed a tentative glance at Joe who seemed a little too slow picking up on the direction this was about to take. "we- uhm, we ended up hooking up."

Unexpectedly, he laughed; it was obnoxious, louder than necessary, his voice echoing up the narrow stairwell.

"What’s funny?" I crossed my arms, suddenly annoyed, though I could tell by his expression that he wasn’t just laughing at the situation.

"Nothin', just-" He shook his head, a crooked grin on his face. "Out of everyone, I’d never have guessed it'd be George Luz."

I raised an eyebrow, not sure whether to be insulted or amused. "Why? What’s that supposed to mean?"

"I dunno... 'cause he’s George, and you’re…" he motioned his hand vaguely at my form. "you." Joe shrugged, like it was obvious. "Didn't see it happening."

"Well, guess it happened." I said, shrugging back. I didn't know what to do to get out of that situation.

Although I had walked into the conversation by myself, this wasn't the ideal scenario to talk about George and I's circumstances, nor the ideal person.

"Was it a one-time thing?" Joe pressed on, and he sounded almost afraid of what I might answer.

"Uhm... no." I felt us sank deeper into a hole we wouldn't be able to crawl out of. Why was it so hard to tell him? "No, actually it's been happening for a while now."

His expression had a certain intent, as if he waited for an answer to a question he hadn’t asked. "What is it about him?"

The inquiry caught me off guard, and I felt strangely self-conscious. "I guess... gosh it's gonna sound so cliché." I half-laughed, feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks. “He just... he makes me laugh."

Joe’s laughter turned hollow, and his expression shifted slightly, though I couldn’t quite read it. "I used to make you laugh, too."

I met his gaze, suddenly unsure, memories flooding back. "Yeah, you did."

"So... why not me?" He tried to sound like he was joking. His humor had never been the healthiest but I knew not even this fell into that category.

Although the question threw me off, I decided it was best to play dumb and keep the mood light.

I decided it was best to keep him at arm’s length. "Don't know. Maybe 'cause you didn’t invite me to stay at your place for a month." I joked with a giggle that sounded anything but truthful.

"Damn, that's tough." The attempt at banter rang out of him, his eyes tentatively meeting my elusive gaze. "What if I did that now?"

I blinked, confusion plastered all over my visage. "What?"

"What if I invited you over?" He didn’t look away, his expression uncharacteristically intense, like he was finally saying something he had wanted to for a long time.

"Joe…" my fingers once more clutched my purse, feeling unsteady, unsure of how to respond. The words we usually threw at each other so easily were suddenly too heavy.

"Too late?" he asked, the desperation showing now, cutting through his usual swagger.

The question hung between us, and I didn’t know what to say. I didn't even know if there was anything to say at all.

It had taken us so long to get to this point; I wasn't sure if it was worth it anymore.

Then he took a step back, his expression twisting into something I hadn’t seen from him. Some kind of pain flashed through his eyes. "I don’t think this is fair, y’know?"

"What d’you mean?" I questioned, although I wasn't eager to find out where this would go.

"I mean…" A bitter scoff resounded against the landing's walls, making me flinch. "I don’t think it’s fair that I just what—lost my chance? To George Luz?" His voice grew louder as he threw his hands up in the air.

I blankly stared at him, dumbfounded by his attitude that so clearly came from a wounded ego. "Joe, you didn’t call. You didn’t even write. All I had was radio silence for a good couple of years. What did you expect?"

There was indignation in his sneer. He turned his head away from the sight of me. "I needed time."

I nodded, trying to seem understanding despite everything, but due to his hostility, I couldn't refrain my tone from sharpening. "Yeah, I know. We all have our rhythms."

Joe scoffed, the noise escaping in a sour huff. "And yours just happened to match Luz’s, huh?"

That hit a nerve. I straightened, pushing myself off the wall where I had fought to stay leaned on until now. He was hurt, but that wasn't an excuse to take it out on me. One would think, after all we had been through, he would have already learned it.

"Fuck you." I muttered, turning to leave, but he was quick to hold me back by my bicep.

I yanked my arm free, meeting his gaze with a glare, and I would have sworn they didn't have that glassiness to them a few minutes earlier.

"You jealous?" I challenged, not caring if I was pushing him too far.

He laughed harshly, his mouth twisting in a forced smirk. "Of what? Luz?"

"Yeah." I was daring him to deny it. He knew it.

Joe rolled his eyes. "You’re kidding me."

"Oh, so you’re not jealous?” I leaned forward, watching his face closely, but he didn't venture to meet my eyes again.

His jaw clenched tightly, his expression betraying him.

"You know why you’re jealous, Joe?" I pushed further, the words spilling out before I could think twice. "Because you didn’t have the balls to do what Luz did when you had your chance."

He snapped, and his voice came out in a near-shout. "You think that’s it? That I didn’t have the balls to get into your pants?!"

Vexation and anger flooding through me, flaring me up until it wasn't containable. "You think that’s all this is about?!" I felt my own voice rising, almost laughing at how ridiculous he sounded. "You think all Luz did was 'get into my pants'?!"

When he turned back to face me, I gave his chest a firm shove. "Told you it was complicated. I'm sooo sorry, darlin'," my words were venomous and they clearly stung him. "I forgot you have the emotional range of a goddamn brick and can’t understand anything beyond that."

"What, he wrote you a love letter and proposed?" Joe spat, doing a half turn, sarcasm heavy in his voice. "Give me a fuckin' break."

"Fine!" Joe shortened the already ridiculous short distance between us. He was past the point of backing down. "You wanna know the truth? Luz just wanted to fuck you! That's it!"

"God, Joe," I whispered, shaking my head. "You're so stupid, it's painful to watch." It was my turn to step back. His chest heaved, although he was trying hard to conceal it. Tipper used to say if we didn't end up together, we would burn each other to the ground. He would be so disappointed if he could see us now. "You don't get it, do you?"

The words hit hard, sharper than I expected. That same thought had relentlessly haunted me, not much with Luz, but with him. My loud scoff was sour and sad all at once.

"And you didn’t?"

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. I watched him, waiting, knowing there was nothing he could say to take back that moment, a grim laugh tearing my throat.

"Did it even occur to you that maybe I wanted to fuck him too?"

"Jesus Christ, Y/n—" The visible disgust twisting his expression hid a kind of pain beneath the surface. "I'm not fuckin' interested."

"Really? 'Cause you look pretty interested to me."

Joe backtracked, inhaling sharply as if he was about to craft a scathing remark to hurt me more than I had hurt him already.

"Do you even feel something for him?"

"Yeah, Joe, that's why it's fucking complicated!" My voice cracked; I blamed it on the yelling, but I knew better.

"What- what-" he groaned, trying and failing to understand where the complexity of it all lied. The frustration was only driving him further off the edge. "What's so complicated about it then?!"

He looked at me, desperate and confused. This was most likely his last chance and he was blowing it. "Get what?"

"That maybe —just maybe— I wanted you to-" My voice broke off, words I had never said getting caught up in my throat. "I wanted us to be more than... Whatever this is."

The long awaited confession was so out of place and time, it was as painful to admit as it was to listen.

"A part of me expected you to..." My eyes welled up. "I sent you a couple of letters after we came back. You didn't even... and George- he did." I added, feeling the weight of the truth crashing us both. "He was there. He still is, and yeah," Joe refused to spare me a single look. "I want to be with him. And that’s why it’s complicated, Joe."

He stared at me briefly, his shoulders sagging and the frustration melting into something closer to defeat.

"He doesn’t care about you." it was a whispered lie, more to convince himself than to hurt me.

It hurt me either way. That's where the following revelation came from, because I would have never said that to him otherwise.

"You wanna know what happened, Joe?" I sounded tired. More tired than I had been in two years. "He told me he was in love with me." His face twisted, the confession hitting him like a blow. "And if you tell me he's lying I'm gonna punch you in the face, because turns out I'm happy with him."

It was the first time I had acknowledged it. And it had been in front of Joe Liebgott, out of everyone.

"Well, that’s not fuckin' fair." he muttered under his ragged breath, almost too quiet to hear.

I found myself once again bewildered by his words. "Why isn’t it fair, Joe?"

He seethed, his eyes dark with something that looked painfully close to heartbreak. "Because I loved you first."

I just stood there, frozen, his words lingering in the silence that suddenly felt so loud. The anger that had lit me up moments before faded away, leaving behind a strange hollowness.

Joe's face was still twisted with deep sorrow. And yet, even now, he was clinging to his anger, like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

I swallowed, struggling to find anything to say, something to fill the empty space between us. But there was nothing.

He was waiting, maybe even hoping I would give him something to hang onto, but I was tired.

Tired of fighting, tired of waiting, tired of wishing things had been different. Tired of trying to understand him when he kept pushing me away.

"Okay." It was all I could manage to get out without breaking down.

He watched me, his expression hardening as my silence stretched on, hurt seeping into his eyes until there was no anger.

I took a step back and he clenched his jaw, his mouth twitched as if he was trying to measure his words; maybe to craft his emotions into something that would reel me back in.

But that just wasn't in his nature.

"Yeah," he hissed, a pained chuckle escaping him. "Thought so."

I was ready to clap back, to tell him it wasn’t that simple, that none of this was simple, but the words felt pointless now. And I knew if I didn’t walk away, I would get drawn back into the storm of feelings that nearly consumed me once.

I couldn't do that, so I turned and left, my footsteps heavy as I went down the stairs, his stare burning a hole on my back.

When I reached the first floor, I allowed myself to stop, clinging onto the railing. A part of me still hoped he would have called after me, say something—anything— that could have made this hurt less. But the only sound was the low hum of the city outside, filtering in through the paper thin walls.

I blinked away the burn at the corners of my eyes and climbed down the last flight of stairs. By the time I reached the building's entrance, all I could hear was the thunderous stammering of my heart; needless to say I missed the fast stomps on the staircase.

The second time Joe tugged on my arm to hold me back, it nearly put me under cardiac arrest.

I barely had time to fully turn around to face him before his palm cupped my cheek, bringing my parted lips to meet his own.

I had fantasized with that kiss so many times, and it was nothing like I had imagined.

Maybe it would have been different two years ago, when he didn't felt the desperate need to convey all his emotions through one single effort.

Maybe his lower lip wouldn't have trembled against mine; maybe it would have been so tender; maybe he wouldn't have held back from bringing me flush against him.

Maybe it wouldn't have felt like the saddest goodbye.

The hold on my forearm and my cheek fell limply right before his mouth abandoned me, taking my breath away in the process.

He didn't allow me to take a proper look at him, casting his head down and stepping away as soon as he parted from me, but I still caught a glimpse of the teardrop running down his cheek while he turned heel.

He didn't spare me a single glance before running upstairs.

I heard his sob.

I was pretty sure he heard mine.

[boozybellybaby]

Oh, god, what will my roommate think of me

I got home last night, way too early for how drunk I was. I had been pre-gaming by myself, but he knows I do that. There's no way to miss the constant flow of empty beer bottles I leave behind everyday. I got to the bar pretty tipsy already, with my belly filled with beer. Started with a pint of gimbergen, then switched to rum and coke, rum and coke, rum and coke. My friends called me out a couple times throughout the night cause I was getting excesively loud and obnoxious, but I wasn't able to control my volume.

By the time I walked out of the bar I was already zigzagging my way through the street. My friends kept teasing about it, laughing and saying "look at this drunk". I'm quickly becoming known as "this drunk". I wanted to go to the club with them, but the bouncer immediately stopped me when he saw me in such a state. My friends argued with him at first, but eventually gave up, when they saw how I was falling asleep while barely able to stand on my own two feet. I told them I could catch an Uber to my home and somehow managed to convince them.

I phoned my roomie during the ride, asked him to help me get up the stairs. We have an elevator but I rarely take it, and I guess I forgot about it at that moment. He must have notice my slurring, cause he asked if I was ok and agreed to help me, even tho it was past 1AM. I could barely walk out of the Uber myself so the driver helped me, but I told him I could make it home by myself and he hesitantly let me go.

My roomie was waiting for me at the door. As soon as I saw him I apologized and put my arm around his shoulders, leaning on him and basically letting him carry all my weight. I stubbornly asked him to use the stairs instead of the elevator, but eventually he managed to convince me. He asked how much I had drank and I lied that I didn't know.

He dropped me on my bed, removed my shoes and asked if I had to go to the bathroom but I don't remember answering.

[dixongrimesgirl]

Sinful Secret

S7 Negan Smith x fem!grimes reader

Content includes: Unprotected sex, PiV, secret relationship, Alexandria era, caught, oral (f receiving), pet names (sweetheart, my girl)

WC: 770

You had secretly been seeing Negan for a while now without the knowledge of anyone in Alexandria. It's past 1am and you heard your father and Michonne go to bed a little while ago. When you're sure the coast is clear you sneak downstairs and let Negan in. "Hey, sweetheart. Thought ya weren't gonna let me in" he teased. "You know that's not true. I just had to make sure everyone was asleep" you reply before leading the way upstairs to your room. He lands a soft smack on your ass as you walk up the stairs in front of him causing you to let out a quiet giggle. "We have to be quiet" you whisper. "What? Ya don't wan' ol' Rick seeing us together?" he asks. You send him a glare and he chuckles. "Okay, sweetheart," he says and you enter your room closing the door softly behind the two of you. He immediately throws you on the bed and climbs on top of you. "Fuck sweetheart" he groans when you wrap your legs around his waist pressing your core against his bulge. He plants his lips on yours and you part your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue in. He swallows your moans as he rubs your nipples over the thin fabric of your tank top. He kisses down your neck and pulls your shirt up and over your head, throwing it onto the floor. He sucks a nipple in his mouth and gently bites down, loving how you moan and squirm beneath him. He wishes you didn't have to be so quiet. He can't wait until he gets you back to the sanctuary and you can make all the noise you want. Thinking about you screaming his name causes him to involuntarily thrust his hips into yours. He pulls back and hastily pulls your sleep shorts down and groans noticing you're not wearing any panties. He tosses your shorts onto the floor and positions his head between your legs before devouring you like a starved man. he shoves two fingers into your already slick hole and you clench around them. "So tight" he breathes out. "How ya gonna take my cock, sweetheart?" he asks. "I can do it" you insist. "I know ya can but first let me feel ya cum on fingers" he whispers. You cover your mouth with your held holding back your moans while you ride out your orgasm. He fucks you with his fingers through it all and as you come down from your high you hear the squelching of your pussy. "Good girl" he praises and you sigh gently closing your eyes. He shoves his fingers in your mouth and you swirl your tongue around them. "Damn girl. Got me so fuckin' hard" he grunts and before you know it he's lining himself up with your entrance. "Negan" you moan as he bottoms out in one hard thrust. "So fuckin tight" he groans. He pulls out and slams back in. You don't even hear the headboard banging against the wall. You clench around him. "I know you're close, sweetheart. Cum for me" he growls and you release, your slick covering his cock and with a few more thrusts he's realising inside you. You're both startled when there's a knock at the door. "Y/N?" you hear your Dad's say. "Shit" you mutter and get up throwing on your pyjamas. You open the door. "Are you okay?" he asks. "Yeah. I'm fine" you reply. "Good. I just heard a lot of noises and was worried something..." he trails off as Negan appears clad only in his boxers. "What the hell is he doing here?" Rick growls. "Spending time with my girl" he replies and you're thighs involuntarily squeeze together. "If you hurt her" Rick threatens. "I wouldn't hurt her. She wants this just as much as me. Look at her when I call her my girl" he says and you can't help but squeeze your thighs shut again. "See. I do that to her" he says. "Wanna stay for the show? We were just about to go for round 2. Isn't that right sweetheart?" he asks. "Get out of my house!" Rick growls. "Alright, alright." Negan replies and turns to give you a kiss. You kiss him back and he slips is tongue in your mouth. "Now!" Rick yells when Negan's hand starts groping your ass. "See you later sweetheart" he says and you give him a small wave when Rick isn't looking. You know you're gonna be in big trouble but you can't help your feelings. If only your dad could understand.

[britt-kageryuu]

I spent a bit to long thinking about this after reading some LMK fanfic~ I wrote this at about 1am~ then proofread it a bit in the morning.

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Leo barged into Donnies lab looking to annoy his twin, only to find Donnie slouched over staring at his computer screen with a slight confused/concerned look on his face.

"Hey DonTron! What's with that face? Some techno doohickey giving you trouble?" Leo asks while leaning onto the back of Donnies chair.

Leo looks at the screen, but can't make much sense of what he's seeing.

Donnie doesn't react right away, but he does slowly turn toward Leo.

"For the past 2 weeks at least, I've been obsessing over making plans, to kidnap someone." Donnie says slowly, not even adding any of his usual speech patterns.

"You want to kidnap someone? Why?" Leo asks with concern clear ing his voice and on his face.

"That's the thing! I! DON'T! KNOW!" Donnie shouts, "And it's been driving me more insane than usual!" Donnie quickly goes from slouching to sinking into the chair, almost causing Leo to fall over. "Especially with who I want to kidnap! It makes no sense!"

They both just stay quiet, not sure what to say. So Leo bites the bullet.

"Sooooo, is it one of those dragon techies you want to kidnap?" Leo asks teasingly, before ducking into his shell to avoid Donnie trying to hit his head, "Okay, seriously, maybe this is a Yokai thing. And we can ask Hueso?" He says while coming out of his shell.

Donnie stares at him for a second, "Do you really still hold a grudge against Draxum, or do you not want Dad to possibly get dragged into this?"

"A little of both. I know there's a few questions I want to ask him myself." Leo leans to grab a pen from the desk, only to find his wrist in the death grip of his Twins robot arms.

"No. You will go grab one of your swords, and leave my specially ordered purple titanium pens, Alone." Donnie emphasized, while pushing Leo out of his lab.

They will come to learn, that some things about Yokai culture and instincts can be very weird, bordering on terrifying.

If only because they had to sit through a Yokai version of 'The Talk', and realized they have to reiterate this to their brothers.

On top of wondering how some Yokai courting traditions (and some possible laws) view the whole mess that happened with their Dad, Draxum and *shudders* Big Mama.

[novabun-ships]

I got the energy. fuck it I'm gonna write it! (kinda) its not a fic but more like a synopsis on how we first met! also I didn't spell check this so sorry lksjflds

Ship name: We were never strangers || Leo x Kaden

Single tag: ♌;

Nicknames for each other:

Leo calls Kaden: Foxling or Snaps Kaden calls Leo: Pup, sweet boy, menace (depending on the mood lol)

I've taken the liberty of using my past irl job for this ship because it fits and some scenarios from my real life interwoven into my ship!

dividers by saradika-graphics! :3 || pro/comship + doubles + rpf DNI || This is a selfship post about Kaden and Leo this is not an x reader. do not call it as such. Thank you.

So some of you may or may not know that this guy works at his families pizzeria!

I just so happen to work nights at a pizzeria just down the way... the one more central to downtown and surrounded by bars- yippie (sarcastic confetti pop) I live off of monster energy drinks and Yen+ magazines because it gives me something to do between the dead hours of 9pm till around 1AM when the rushes start.

It feels like time isn't real and I haven't slept in 7yrs, ladies sit on the counters in their short little skirts sometimes with or god forbid without undies on to which I have to remind them to get off the tables and stop flashing their cat around. Frat dudes strolling in complaining to me about why a slice (that's technically 2 and huge) is $3.75 and that I need to personally fix the price. dude I just work here. to girls walking in on a cold november shivering "Can I have free food I'm freezing" No you can have a free exit though, wear a jacket, idiot it's -15. To the too drunk to stand who think our tip jar is a drinking glass and empties their Gatorade into it so we have the fun of fishing our meager loonies and toonies out of a blue sugary pond...

Queue the boss. "Kaden, your coworker is off tomorrow morning I need you to cover day shift" s'cuse me what? sir it's 3AM and we open at 11AM I gotta be here at 9 in the morning are you high? I don't say it I sleepily sigh and remember I need the money even though its shit and nod my head like a good little subordinate.

The next morning I'm dead. Almost as dead as the Pizzeria. It's a Sunday, day shift we hardly get business on weekdays let alone a Sunday after everyone has partied their brains out. I'm flumped over the counter, face first, arms out. I smell like freshly mixed dough (which oddly enough smells like fruit loops...?) I got flour on my apron and my hair is pulled back too tight and I haaate itttt.

Someone comes in and I kinda don't hear.. oops..

Queue Leo...

"Well this is what people like to see when they enter an establishment. Are you even alive?"

I lift my head. "No sir, I am dead inside, what can I get you?" oh no.. he's cute...

He bites back a laugh. "Nothing really, was just checking out the competition"

"Competition?"

"Yeah, doesn't look like much"

"Thank you for that.... you can leave now..."

"No, no, no, not you.. I'm talking about the menu, it looks lifeless..."

Leo looks at me and smirks, telling me I look like I need a nap and I explain that this is what a double shift looks like when you're on both night and day shift and he remarks that's why he's never seen me before.

"Thought this was your first time in here?"

He admits he saw me slung over the counter and wanted to know what was up 'cause he never seen someone do that before and the usual girl who's in here is always so bright and chipper.

I make tired jazz hands and say "yippie" which actually gets a laugh out of him. even cuter..tf?

We start talking... like a lot... without really realizing it, maybe one or two customers have come in but other than that its just been him sitting here, chatting it up. He's funny...he's also sweet.

Once he leaves he said he might pop in on the evening to see me at my "best" and I snort and tell him its still tired me just more bitchy and bratty and he said he's excited to see it (It's where his nickname Snaps came from! because if customers fought with me I could snap back real quick with a witty remark, no I didn't care if I got in shit they knew that I knew they needed me lmao)

I think nothing of it and just assume it was a one off but... he keeps coming back... he knows now its dead from 9PM till rush.. he'll order something to appease my manager who works with me on nights but he'll stay and chat with me. Sometimes he is already there before I get there, standing outside... sometimes he's there with a large coffee

"It's better than that energy drink crap, drink somethin' a little better...okay so 's not much better but you won't crash as hard." he'd get this shy look on his face that honesty... was adorable.. not that I'd admit it though "I uh, I also bought you food, real food, non greasy pizza food--"

It became some what of a routine and eventually he did ask me if I'm free sometime if we could hang out.

From that moment onward Leo and I have been inseparable.

He even helped me get out of that shitty job!

[psycoweeb]

Sleepy Decisions

Levi/Reader

Coffee Shop AU

Content: Bad examples of a sleeping schedule, no use of y/n, light teasing, unresolved tension, interrupted, nothing explicit, more tension, what is probably an unrealistic representation of anything coffee shop related, not beta read.

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It was still the middle of your shift, but you were dead tired. Turns out, deep cleaning your house, spontaneously hanging out friends, and staying up till 1am scrolling through whatever could entertain you was a bad idea. You knew you should have skipped the cleaning.

In your daze you hadn't even realized that you overfilled the drink you were making. It was now overflowing and staining your apron. Just barely missing the tips of your fingers as you dropped the cup into the drain and hurried to shut off the machine. Great.

"Are you going to struggle with the rest of our customers or can you pull it together? "

You rolled your eyes, shutting off the machine "Insightful as always Levi. It's my own drink anyway." You gestured to the empty shop "No one else to serve out there, basically a wasteland. I wouldn't dare encroach on your coffee making kingdom otherwise." You said with a dramatic flare to your voice, flicking your hand in his general direction.

He glared

"Oh come on Levi! It's one cup. I just need a little pick me up.  "

It was true, the amount of customers tended to hit a snag around this time of day. Perfect for an unofficial and unapproved break.

"Funny, I'm sure I've heard those exact words from a drug addict. There is a reason I don't let you back here. " He was now standing beside you with a towel, reaching into your space to clean the spilt coffee that hadn't made it into the drain.

"So dramatic" you groaned.

You watched as his arms moved to clean up the liquid, muscles moving in tandem with each other. His hair, which typically fell just over his ears, was now brushing across the front of his face. Such small details that should mean nothing yet never failed to send butterflies erupting in your stomach. You could hear him muttering under his breath, something about "-always having to clean up after you" and "Take better fucking care of yourself, could've been burned. "

Maybe it was your sleep-addled brain that caused you to reach out, or maybe it was shear stupidity, but either way, you found your hand drifting toward the distracted Levi.

Catching the movement in the corner of his eye, he stopped whipping up the mess and turned to you, curiously. Making eye contact, only breaking for quick glances at your slowly approaching hand. You felt drawn to Levi, as if you were attached to strings, forever pulling you toward him. Was it just you or are you closer than you were a few seconds ago?

His throat bobbed as you moved closer, he could feel your gaze burning into his skin. It's not that you'd never stared at him before. In fact he's caught you staring multiple times! It usually ended with some lighthearted banter and teasing, then back to work.

He could usually shake off the flush that your gaze brought on, but this time, he felt his body grow hot all over, struggling to force down the heat that was now beginning to take over his ears.

Your hand moved past his cheek and behind his ear, bringing a lock of hair with it and coming to a rest at his jaw. You let out a soft and slightly delirious chuckle, "You know Levi, you're really pretty" you whispered, as if a rise in volume would shatter the atmosphere between the two of you.

He was no longer struggling to keep down his blush, because it was now in full force. Completely caught off guard by your compliment, all he could respond with was some weird, strained sound that came from the back of his throat, although he tried his best to cut that off as soon as it started. Just as he was about to break away, he noticed the droopiness of your eyes and how unfocused they looked, and sighed.

He relaxed his posture slightly, now leaning against the counter behind him. "You need to stop staying up so late. It's making you delusional" he rolled his eyes finally breaking eye contact.

"Well actually, " you responded with a casual air to your voice. "science—the internet—says that geniuses tend to say up later than the average person"

"Actual science says sleep deprivation causes hallucinations" He crossed his arms, as if to put a barrier between the two of you.

"Those are some big words Levi, and I'm not exactly in the right state of mind to even pretend I heard them right"

"Go.To.Sleep." He groaned.

"Ya'know-" You placed your hands on either side of him, putting you weight on the counter "that's real funny coming from you Mr. Eye bags." You leaned closer.

Fuck. He should have broke away when he had the chance.

"I think I remember saying something similar a few weeks ago. Along the lines of 'One of these days you'll drop dead in the back room and I'll have to deal with the customers all on my own.' Does that sound about right?"

He cleared his throat, steadying his voice "Which was fucking stupid because I barely even interact with customers as is. Would barely change a thing." He said, tone still low, the tension still palpable between the two of you.

"Aw! But who would make sure I don't give myself third-degree burns?" You were closer now. Levi was having a hard time focusing, what with your face so close to his. He was trying, and failing, to ignore how well you bodies fit together, or how close your body was to his at all.

Meanwhile, you were also having quite a hard time focusing. You could feel his breath with how close you were. Watched as his eyes unconsciously flitted between your gaze and your lips. Your eyes scanned over his normally pale skin. Over his cheeks, which were currently a beautiful shade of red, over his dark eyelashes that seemed to flutter when he blinked.

You moved your hand to his chin and leaned in closer. Noses now brushing against eachother, prompting him to uncross his arms and place a hand on your shoulder, the other on the back of your neck. You responded in kind, moving your free hand to his waist, both you and Levi closing your eyes in anticipation of what would come next.

Ding

You were both interrupted by the bell from the front door of the cafe. Sighing, you began to move toward the front counter but were pulled back by a hand on your arm.

"They can wait 10 seconds" Clearly irritated by the interruption, he attempted to direct you back toward his lips. You stopped him, placing your right hand over his mouth.

Leaning closer, you moved passed his cheek, your breath tickling his ear. His grip or your arm tightened slightly, breathing heavily.

"If I were to kiss you right now I wouldn't be stopping anytime soon" You pressed your lips just under his ear, causing Levi to breathe in sharply. You pressed your forehead against his and smiled before withdrawing from his arms to tend to the awaiting customer. Leaving a flustered Levi in the back.

[cloudbellsv3]

Yall it's edging towards 1am and here I am literally sobbing my eyes out about SteveNat.

There's this line in AOT where Ymir goes "I don't care what that says about me. You guys wouldn't know what it's like....she knows that a shifty person I am, but she still smiles at me."

And with my stony brainrot, of course I immediately went to connecting it to Tony, like duh. And then I started thinking about how much it fits Bucky and Steve too...maybe even a little more. But then my brain hit a goldmine when I thought about this literally just being Natasha. Like I can barely type right now because my eyes are so blurry FUCK.

Cause in Bucky's case (in the MCU at least....616 Bucky is more of a Natasha situation) he was quite literally brainwashed and didn't have control. Like, physically didn't have control. Tony's situation is more....fluid, but he still wasn't Natasha who was groomed into a master assassin and remained that way up until Clint intervened. She's done some wicked stuff directly, and again, not really her fault, but she doesn't see it that way - or rather, she's absolutely incapable of forgiving herself completely for her past.

Holy hell, I could only imagine the things her and Steve talked about post-Civil War. Even post-CATWS. And Steve definitely has a clear idea of the things she's done before she joined SHIELD....but it doesn't matter to him. And that's how he is with all the Avengers. It's not what they used to be, but who they are currently. And that must hit Natasha extra hard. You could tell during that conversation where he confirmed he trusts her. Such an important scene.

Okay Imma stop here cause I need to sleep but gosh. I love her so much. I love STEVE so much. Everyone loves Steve.

(Side note: I almost made a similar post for Steve and Bruce or Steve and Wanda but the Nat feels got to me. Plus there's a lot more evidence to pull from with Nat.)

(Side, side note: I still am thinking so hard about this being Tony and Steve....I can never escape the stony thoughts.....)

[neos-schlond-poofa]

Garrance: How to Save a Life

I live laugh love Garrance and I once edited the first part. And ever since like one day, I listened to How to Save a Life by The Fray and went "omg..." AND WAS LIKE THATS THEM!! It was actually in like 2021 and it was me imagining if I had artistic talent and making a general MCD edit of it but slowly its turned into a predominantly Garrance theme song for me and like. I NEED TO SPREAD THIS AGENDA!! Just a heads up, its 1am for me rn, I don't remember everything the clearest, and I'm literally just rambling so it wont be too organized or have consistent grammar or writing styles. ANYWHO cue the music

Step one, you say we need to talk He walks, you say, "Sit down, it's just a talk" He smiles politely back at you You stare politely right on through Some sort of window to your right As he goes left and you stay right Between the lines of fear and blame You begin to wonder why you came OKAY SO LIKE THIS WHOLE FIRST PART I always envision it as late season 1 Garrance. Specifically when Garroth had his depressive episode (WHICH BY THE WAY GUYS WAS NOT HIM BEING AN INCEL!! IT WAS HIM BEING DEPRESSED AND MANIPULATED AND MOST LIKELY BRAINWASHED STOP VILLAINIZING HIM). Laurance did try to talk to him in that one episode, and it obviously didn't work. Laurance CARES about Garroth, like thats obviously super clear, and to see someone close to him randomly go into hiding and act all depressed is scary to him. And then... THE WINDOW TO YOUR RIGHT IS QUITE LITERALLY THE PORTAL TO THE IRENE DIMENSION!! Garroth goes left (to Zane) and Laurance stays right (to Aphmau). THE LINES OF FEAR AND BLAME? Laurance finds out that Garroth was tricked. He's scared of Garroth rn because he's literally insane but he blames himself too, not just for being part of the illusion that made Garroth become like this, but also because he wasn't there to help him out more maybe. He could've saved him, but he couldn't, and it still plagues him especially after he escapes the Irene Dimension. Garroth is all alone there with his brother who wants to kill him.

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life Yes this continues with the last part. But Laurance lost a friend here. Like. Not just by Garroth betraying them, but by him getting stuck in a dimension thats practically torture. And the bitterness? ITS THE BITTERNESS GARROTH WAS LOST IN!!! Laurance would stay up with Garroth all night... but he didn't know how to save a life.

Let him know that you know best 'Cause after all, you do know best Try to slip past his defense Without granting innocence Lay down a list of what is wrong The things you've told him all along And pray to God He hears you And I pray to God He hears you, and Alright this is were a lot more interpretation comes in because once Garroth returns, they interact like... TWICE??? The scene were Laurance goes out of character and hates on Aaron (although he had a point) and when he finally saw Garroth again but Aph was dressed as Zane. I also don't remember the ending of Season 2 that much; most of my strongest memories of MCD is Season 1. So like. Bear with me here. But this is Garroth to Laurance now. Laurance is now going insane. The calling (whatever that is because it is so unclear) is well... calling to Laurance. To me, Laurance's mental health is literally just spiraling. And Garroth, someone who has had his fair share of mental health struggles, wants to help. He knows best; he knows to talk to people, he knows the dark paths it can bring people. He's trying to get through to Laurance and telling him whats wrong, how he can help. But of course, in this situation, Laurance can't listen. He can't hear Garroth, and Garroth's close connection with the religion in MCD is a bonus for the final lines too.

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life Of course the chorus is back because I have to explain this perspective too. By now, I imagine Laurance has left. Garroth feels guilty; someone who helped keep Aphmau together while he was gone and someone he loved. This is really simple but like, I can't skip over this.

As he begins to raise his voice You lower yours and grant him one last choice Drive until you lose the road Or break with the ones you've followed He will do one of two things He will admit to everything Or he'll say he's just not the same And you'll begin to wonder why you came AND NOW THIS IS BOTH PERSPECTIVES!! It shows the parallels between their own journeys. Let's start with Garroth, since we have more stuff on him. Garroth was very defensive during his depressive episode and during the final episode of season 1, he has one final choice. Go with Zane, or come to his senses. And he does admit to everything, but at first, he said he's just not the same. BECAUSE HE WASN'T!! HE WAS SAD AND MANIPULATED. But for Laurance, he would also be defensive about this. His own self will is being stripped from himself because of weird Nether laws and he's spiraling. Garroth tries to help... but he simply can't. There is nothing he can do. OR MAYBE THERE IS?? Idk this is kind of just in my mcd rewrite universe and i like to imagine theres some way Laurance does get better but at the same time realistically... would he?? The nether is like so strong. Like how would he do that. But he does have a choice: either go to the Nether, or stay with his group. He can either admit it's hard, or he's just changed and leave. And now the final chorus and everything plays and its kind of the same as before... ive gotten increasingly more eepy during this writing and I hope my rambling style got my ideas across because this song literally got in my top 5 spotify wrapped because i kept imagining garrance angst to it. its so them god one day i need to share stuff about my rewrite. theres so much random stuff i have in there and this song is really important to it. i just like. GARRANCE RAHHH. my former interpretations of this song also had an aphmau perspective, which does entirely work; like. imagine the final verses is mirroring her own experiences with garroth AND laurance. i love garrancemau (SHE HAS TWO HANDS!! ignore how i also ship her with two more people too she can just hug them all at once) but i cant put it into this song as much as i used to because its so garrance. theyre so ugh i love my sad little gay men!! anyways toodles my rant here is done

[bandarrrrr]

A letter to someone whom I think needs it~

A letter to ✨Maalik✨, A letter to my 1am Maggi partner (online wale), A letter to my friend and first person jinke sath my music taste matched 99% , A letter to a fellow Rikhari ka diwana❤️‍🔥

Dear Maalik (that's what I call you😭)

I know you are not fine and your life seems to be at its lowest point, but I want you to keep your head up in confidence as always, like a fighter you are, A fighter who has fighted for too long, a fighter who deserve to rest, who deserves to be love.

I know you feel unloved and alone a lot of times, but I want you to remember that you are the person who makes the server active with his presence, a person jiski awaaz se sabko pyaar hai, ek aisa insaan jisne mere sath raat ke 12 baje online maggi banayi thi like that day was best one, Ek insaan who is loved by me and holds a special place in my heart Infact who is loved by everyone and holds special place in everyone's heart, a person who would burn the world for everyone who is close to him. Yes you have a great importance in everyone's life, you hold a great importance in my life.

I know you can't move on from your past, but I want you to tell that ~ "There is no future in past" So stop hurting yourself for someone who doesn't even care, You will meet a lot of girls who will cherish you, who will actually do anything for you, Usse bhi behtar you will find your Miss Right, jo sirf aapke liye ho gi, to sab Kanha ji pe chor do, sab samay par chor do.

And last but not the least some songs, cause you love em, par ye mera music taste hai so lower expectations,

Sorry for writing this letter in your ask box kabhi blog pe bhi daalungi par abhi isse kaam chala lo.

From

Phoolon ki rani 😋

Tammu you don't even know what this letter means to me, yeah I am going through a lot of shit right now but I'll be fine, haa mere se interact nhi Kiya jaata when I am suffering, I love suffering alone I guess, them you for thinking so much about me, you are too apsara of our server and you have a very special place in my heart aswell, and yes, Rikhari to pyaar hai hum dono ka and no, no song in the list was bad, I love them all

[ducknotinarow]

// feel I should address the curret state of the blog and why i just havent had anything the past few days.

for the second point uwu a bitch be tried cause waking up at 1am aint fucking easy XD so I sleep in till 2am at best but dont give me much time for anything like before. annnnnd its be a draining week plus some bullshit I wont go into u-u so I just been a tad to tried. I dont really have a staple plan on when i'll write like a schudeal or anything cause admittedly I saw me not writing every day did let me do other stuff too which was nice. I don't plan to go back to posting every day but I still wanna post often soo for now! imma see about when I feel like writing and do it then.

Not set certain days up per say cause mt work schedule a tad screwy this time of year and don't normally get normal again tile march at best. soo for now i'll be figuring it out mostly and update if I feel something solid sticks? My idea is every other day maybe. Or at best four days a week? XD this is why I hadn't said nothing really cause I dunno i was just gonna go with the flow and see what I do? I may make a post on days replies are set at least? I still like using a que personally after all if that seems like a good way to go?

but I think i'll still post fun things between and be a tad more interactive with my muses just let them comment on things going on uwu I done it here and there and I dunno it just fun for small junk ya know? okay im done rambling XDD

[crosswordgf]

its past 1am and i still havent done any of the readings for the seminar that starts at 10 tomorrow and im still like eh i'll get to it........... like genuinely i could skip and it'd just give me time to read more which is good but i 1) want human interaction and 2) don't want to realize i can skip whenever cause thats a slippery slope. so i guess my plan is to get up early tommorow and do the reading then but i KNOW i'll be too sleepy and just stay in bed... problems and issues and so on

[gimeecorn]

Sometimes I wonder who I'd be if I could like choose to do things like a normal person. Mostly it's like speed run a video game or do dishes when I want to, but writing this down had me thinking more broadly.

Where would I be if I could think clearly? What would I be doing? When would my life have diverged from my current one. I know several of my life problems come down to my brain problems.

I might still be living with my uncle, a lot of the tension that caused me to move out is down to my mental health, but a lot of it was his wife's barely treated problems.

I guess it's not that important, I'm here now and alternate pasts don't affect me and won't save me now, ect, etc. It's 1am and I should probably sleep.

Something something don't trust anything you feel after like 10pm or something.

[barelystandinginthisworld]

January 2nd 2025.

Happy new year!

The yelling and arguing and crying has only gotten worse.

I'm always the problem for her freak outs now.

"I don't need and I don't want help"

Yes you do.

Please get help.

Because I want my goofy, not a care in the world for anyones opinion on her mismatched outfits and anime obsessed sister back.

I don't know how to talk to you without a screaming match anymore.

You never let anyone else get a word in.

We don't get along, and all it does is seem like you don't care about anyone else's issues if it doesn't benefit you.

But I'm always the problem to you.

You can tell me to fuck off and die, you can throw things at me, you can break things, you can hit me and scratch me and scream at me all you want.

You can tell me how much you hate me and everything I do or say but you won't accept that my responses are to your actions.

YOUR words.

YOU won't talk about what's wrong and then blow up on all of us.

YOU don't take responsibility when you fuck up then go after everyone for something you caused.

23 years and I still don't understand why.

I love you so fucking much but I can't take this anymore, especially not after these past few years.

I've got too much of my own problems and I've tried to reach out and rely on you and I just....can't.

I do so much for you to try and be there for you and help you when you need it.

Drive around at 1am to help you find your wallet.

Take you to and from work for years because you wouldn't get a license without so much as a thank you.

Loan you my car for months because yours was wrecked when you won't even let me borrow a pair of socks without getting mad.

You should never be the person I have animosity with so why does it always feel like a cage match whenever we talk?

I never wanted that.

I wanted my sister.

I haven't had that in so long.

I NEED my sister and I don't know where she went.

I've cried over you so many times over the years.

The way you've treated me as a backup or a trash bin for everything you do.

Like I'm obligated to do things for you when you wouldn't and have proved you wouldn't do anything close to the same.

You have invalidated me more times than I can count, you have outed me to EVERYONE you meet and act as if I should be grateful you "warned" people about my transition?

That has beyond hurt me.

You don't understand how much that has destroyed my trust with you as much as I hate that it has.

I'm scared of you so now I'm always on the defensive with you.

You were supposed to be the one I can always rely on and I'm only more and more scared at even the thought.

But I'm the one always in the wrong I'm the one that is broken and fucked up and needs to go back to the psych ward as you like to always tell me.

No wonder I hold on so tightly to people, in my mind you've abandoned me long ago in so many ways that when someone actually shows me they care I cling to that because I don't have that with you.

I want to.

I used to.

I needed to.

And I don't.

I love you, but I sometimes I don't know if you do and that thought has broken me beyond recognition.

I'm so tired of being your punching bag, I can't take it much longer.

And I can't even say that to you because I know how it will go.

I know you'll turn it around on me the second you get the chance.

You'll scream at me.

Again, and again, and again.

You always do.

I always try to apologize when I get upset with you, I try not to yell when we argue.

But its hard when all you do is run away or go straight for my throat with something that has nothing to do with the conversation only because you KNOW how much it will hurt me.

I've said shitty things to you, but nothing like you've done or said to me.

I know how much you talk behind my back.

I know the things you tell your friends about me.

It isn't a secret how bad you talk about me without any admittance of what YOU did in any of these situations.

Walking in the door and immediately angry at me when you've been gone for days without a word.

Making fun of my body or my health any chance you can find.

Breaking me down brick by fucking brick.

Telling your friends that I don't care about you?

Saying I wouldn't do things for you?

I have done so fucking much at my own expense for you.

I've never ignored your calls even when it's something dumb or silly.

I've tried over and over to get closer again and you just ignore the effort and dissappear like everyone else.

You weren't supposed to be one of those people.

Why are you one of those people?

Please don't be one of those people.

There's been too many of them, it can't be you too.

I once again am sobbing alone because of you.

I just want it all to stop.

I want the crying to stop.

I want the screaming to stop.

I want everything to stop.