#because of an audio bit I heard a while ago I just feel like he would actually find pickle rick hilarious

[nugget-of-terror]

Doodle based on post below from @hatingongodot and a doodle from @dancingacrossthemilkyway here

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FEELING THE VIBE

PAIRING: ID!Leon x fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: After taking some inspiration from a magazine's sex story column, you and your boyfriend indulge in reenacting one of your new fantasies.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: 18+/MDNI. NSFW. Porn without plot. Oral (fem receiving). Body Worship. Overstimulation. Sex Toys. Sensory Depravation: Bondage & Blindfolding. Squirting. Multiple Orgasms. Dirty Talk. Praise. Domestication themes. Established relationship. Just Leon being a loving horny freak.

WC: 4.9k

NOTES: Finally after a little break, I have returned. This is the 3rd installment of my Kinktober (yes it's November I know), and it took a while for me to write this, but it's done. I was inspired by an erotic audio I heard a while back so I took a jab at it and made it my own. Sorry if it is a bit long, I tried to condense it but you can only fit so many words when writing out multiple orgasms. Anyway, you know the drill, I hope you like it, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

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“I want to try something”

Your voice cut through the comforting silence of your living room, body shifting on the couch from where you sat. As your head remained pressed against soft cotton and muscle, your lover tilted his face to look down towards you.

“Don’t know if I should be excited or scared”, that got Leon a playful slap on the shoulder and a roll of your eyes, making him chuckle in the process.

“Lay it on me then sweetheart. What’s on your mind?”, he watched as you nervously bit your lip, sitting up to face him directly.

“Do you remember that magazine from a week ago? The one you snatched from me?”, you told him, and his mind flashed back to the faint memory of the interaction.

-

“And what’s this?”, Leon only grinned as he took the Cosmopolitan magazine from your hands after you flipped to the next page. He moved towards the kitchen, laughing as you chased him to get your precious publication back.

“Ooooo, top 10 sex stories hmm? So this is what you’ve been reading?”

“Leon quit playing! Give it back!”, you tried to snatch it from him but you knew it was futile. The moment his eyes scanned the page you were on, you could tell you lost the battle. 

“Me and my husband have been together for 6 years now and decided to spice things up in the bedroom. We did some research on things we could try and found out about sensory deprivation and overstimulation. That was something a bit trendy and I was intrigued, and I could speak for a few people who like me read Cosmopolitan for sex help so I decided to do some research. How kinky…”, you wanted to wipe the smirk clean off his face as he read the story you were skimming through. He took a second to look at you, and then back to the page as he continued reading it in his signature sarcastic tone.

“Over the weekend, after some wine we got in the mood and we tried out a few things. He tied me to the bed and blindfolded me while using one of my toys on me, which was all so new to us. I’ve never felt anything like that before, didn’t even know it was possible for me to cum so many times. I loved it, and my husband loved it probably a little too much because now he’s borderline obsessed with me. Thank you for all the work you do with your sex tips, you just made my marriage more fun, closing the orgasm gap one couple at a time. Much love!”, Leon finished reading the page, snickering when you finally grabbed it from him. “Wasn’t that something. You really read stuff like that?”

“No, I don’t. It just popped up on the page alright…”, your blush couldn’t be missed no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, and Leon only wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“If you wanted to try something new, all you had to do was tell me you know? It sounds like fun”, he teased at the suggestion, not making a big deal out of the idea of trying new things in the bedroom, but you knew he had your best interests in mind.

“You mean that?”, embarrassment aside, you looked at him, blue eyes full of sincerity. “I was just curious, and I was nervous to mention it I don’t know…”

“You don’t have to be nervous about anything, I’m not one to judge your fantasies anyway. You have them, I have them, everyone does. Whatever you want to do, no matter how crazy it seems, you tell me. I just want to make you happy”, Leon reassured you once more, holding your chin and giving you a soft kiss on the lips with a smile. “So go read more of your sex magazine, I’m going to start cooking”

“It is not just a sex magazine you know”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say”

-

“The one with the sex stories? Yeah, why?”, his voice brought you to the present once more, back to where you both sat on the couch.

“That one story you read out loud, I want to try that”, you felt your cheeks get warm at the change in topic. The gears in Leon’s head started to turn, his mind catching up to understand what you meant.

“Oh…oh. Like right now?”, he watched as you moved closer to him, your hands going from his chest to caress the hair at the back of his neck.

“Yes, right now. I’m bored, and I want you to entertain me. Please?”, your face hovered over his, the ends of your noises touching lightly.

“Well when you ask so nicely, how could I say no to you”, he gave you exactly what you wanted and kissed you. His hands were on your hips, bringing you towards his lap and wrapping your legs around his body.

With ease, he lifted you from the couch, smiling against your lips as you released a giggle. His fingers dug into the bottom of your thighs, walking towards your shared bedroom and plopping you onto the mattress. He couldn’t help himself as he stole more kisses from you, the growing stubble on his chin rubbing against your face. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, wanting to bring him closer to you if that were possible.

Pulling away from you, he grew more handsy, taking off your loungewear and keeping your underwear on while you removed his shirt in the process, his sweats hanging low on his hips. No matter how many times you got him like this, you never got tired of the view.

“You know, ever since I read that little column I did some shopping”, Leon said, moving away from you to dig through the closet for something. You sat up on your elbows, observing him walk back with a blindfold and a pair of fuzzy-lined handcuffs. Your eyebrows raised at him, not knowing what to expect but it certainly wasn’t this.

“Did you buy this stuff?”, you chuckled nervously, making Leon laugh with you.

“I mean yeah, I wanted to be prepared”, you almost snorted at the thought of your boyfriend being so attentive he did his own research to fulfill your experiences. If only you knew the lengths he went to type in BDSM toys on his phone when you weren’t paying attention.

“You’re such a dork”, you shook your head, bringing him back down to kiss him again in appreciation. “But it’s cute”

“I try to be. You still want to try this?”, he eyed your face carefully, making sure there weren’t any doubts in wanting to engage in your fantasy.

“Yeah, I do. Do you want to? This shouldn’t be just about me you know”

“Whatever gets you off gets me off, you know that. Now, enjoy my face one more time, you won’t be seeing it for a bit”

Leon brought the blindfold towards your eyes, tying it snugly behind your head as the soft material covered you, forcing you into a pit of darkness. It wasn’t uncomfortable, by any means, it was the complete opposite. The fact that you couldn’t see anything and had to rely on Leon’s voice was enough to make the hairs on your arms stand up.

“How’s that? Not uncomy or anything?”, you heard Leon speak, making you nod and release an airy exhale.

“Yeah, it’s good. I don’t see anything”

“Good. Arms up honey, I ain’t done yet”, that command sent a shiver down your spine, and you followed his directions instantly.

Laying down on the bed and lifting your arms above your head, you felt the bed shift as Leon got on his knees. The soft material of the lined handcuffs wrapped around your wrists, and you heard the soft click of them locking in place between the wooden bars of the headboard. They were tight enough that you wouldn’t be able to slip out of them, but comfortable so they didn’t leave marks on your skin.

Not that you would’ve minded that.

“How about now?”, your head moved towards the sound of Leon’s voice again, the added constraint of not being able to see or touch him made your heart rate spike.

“Still good, kinda sad I can’t touch or see you”, you pouted when you said that, getting another chuckle out of Leon. The sound alone warmed up your body, and your imagination began to run wild at what he had in store for you.

“I remember the magazine said they used toys, and I know you have a few. You still want me to use one on you?”, the prospect of Leon using whatever you had tucked away in your bedside drawer made your core ache.

“Yeah, you can use one”, your voice got the slightest bit more breathless, and you could swear you envisioned him smiling. 

“I won’t tell you which one I use, but I’ll leave it up to you to figure it out”

You heard shuffling towards your left and the sound of a drawer opening, blushing as Leon looked at your cluster of toys. He wasn’t an idiot, knowing full well you had to handle your own needs when he was gone for days to weeks at a time on missions or being held up in D.C. But seeing them all up close, some that he’s personally gotten for you, left him almost stunned at your ever-growing collection.

“Eennie…meenie…miny…moe”, Leon counted off, shaking your head in disbelief at how he still managed to find the time to be humorous. You felt the mattress dip again, signaling that he was back on the bed, at least that was how you imagined it anyway.

Rough fingertips skimmed over your bare thigh, followed by you taking a shaky breath at the touch. It wasn’t unexpected, but you felt your other senses going into overdrive with your loss of sight. Leon’s fingers moved from grazing your thigh, up your lower stomach and towards your chest. He skated across one of your nipples, making you gasp out and crave more with the slightest arch of your back.

“Somebody’s sensitive”

“Shut up and quit teasing”, your eyebrows furrowed in irritation at him, growing impatient at how he was toying with you.

“Feisty too. Do you really want to say that when you’re like this? You asked me to do this baby”, he was mocking you now, finding enjoyment in your predicament.

You didn’t have a second to complain more when Leon’s lips were on yours again, groaning in his mouth as he forced it open with his own. The tip of his tongue lined your bottom lip, and you happily opened up so he could slip it inside.

Your tongue caressed his, submitting to the attention while his hands went to squeeze at your breasts. He groped and kneaded, his thumb and pointer finger pinching your nipples and swallowing the moans you made. Drawing away from you, he watched how you chased his lips and your wrists yanked on the handcuffs in an attempt to reach out to him.

“You look so pretty like this, all tied up for me to play with”, your ears perked up at the way Leon’s voice dropped an octave, knowing that he was getting into it as much as you were.

His lips were on your neck, kissing wherever he could while he kept your hips pinned to the bed with one hand. You felt his stubble rubbing against you as he continued on his path, sucking at your collarbone and leaving faint marks for you to cover with concealer the next morning. Moving towards your left breast, he popped your neglected nipple in his mouth. You cursed loudly at the feel, pulling on the handcuffs again as you desired to run your fingers through his hair knowing you couldn’t.

Leon hummed against your skin, tongue lavishing the hardened nub and touching the other absentmindedly. His head moved to suck at the other nipple, giving it the same attention and mouthing at it loudly so you could hear his suckling. Giving you one harsh bite on your chest he blew on the wet skin, your thighs twitching as he did.

More wet kisses followed in between the valley of your breasts, down to your lower stomach, and over your navel. His mouth trailed over the waistband of your panties, dragging down one side of it until your bare hip was shown to him, nipping at the skin. You whimpered under him when he slipped the offending material down your legs and flung it to God knows where. Your legs parted for him instinctively, much to Leon’s enjoyment.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want. Let me have my fun”, his lips ghosted your right thigh, starting from the inner crease of your hip and down to the side of your knee. He didn’t stop his kissing, shifting down to your ankle before going up on the other leg. Your breathing was labored by the time he reached your other hip, fingers curling around your thigh to spread you open for him.

You yelped when he placed a soft kiss on your clit, hips shooting towards his direction for more despite being pinned down. He hummed at your reaction, kissing around where you needed him most but never giving you more than what he decided was enough.

“Leon please…”, you pulled at the handcuffs again, the sound of metal rattled against the headboard you were bound to.

“My needy baby”, he huffed a breath, tilting his head to give your twitching nub a good suck. You threw your head back at the sensation, wishing he would give you more but he moved away before you were satisfied. Already growing frustrated with him, you lamented when you couldn’t feel his face against you anymore, your head dropping on the pillow and pondering what he would do next.

That was when you heard it, the soft buzzing that began to fill the walls of your bedroom. He had one of your toys in his hands and the mystery of not knowing which one added to the appeal of this entire dynamic.

“Open up your legs for me, I’ll make you feel good”, Leon’s promise filtered through your ears, and you followed through, bending your legs at the knee and spreading them more.

The first sensation of the vibrator against your clit made you jerk up, taking a second to let your body adjust to it. Your mind was trying to focus on which one of your toys Leon picked out, and from the way he pressed it more onto your body, it had to be the dual vibrator you liked to use the most for its two attachments. Smartass.

You pushed your hips out towards the toy, chasing the feeling as it filled your body with pleasure. Softly humming at the consistent pattern Leon chose, he let you grind towards him for more. Although you couldn’t see him, you knew he was watching you, taking in the way you shuddered when he angled the smaller tip just the way you liked.

“That feel good?”, you nodded, beginning to feel the vibrations take over your body slowly.

“Let me take it up a notch”

Your lower stomach did flips when Leon increased the intensity of the toy, your back curving off the bed with a cry. The sounds of the vibrator grew louder, paired with the lewd wetness that got worse as it started to seep out of you. Strong hands wrapped around your thigh again, keeping you spread open as you fought the urge to close them from the added onslaught on your body.

The prior teasing left you worked up the moment you hit the mattress, and you could feel your first orgasm bubbling in your gut. Leon saw it too, pressing the toy harder on your clit and moving it up and down against the wet skin, mimicking the way his tongue would stroke you. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, your face turning in hopes of getting a kiss but he opted out to whisper in your ear instead.

“Come on baby, I know you’re close. Give it to me. Be a good girl and cum for me”

It was an easy request, the rubberband of tension snapping harshly as your first release washed over you. You moaned loudly, pulling against the handcuffs again and digging your nails into your palm. Leon praised you along the way, talking you through it to make up for your loss of sight. You half expected him to take the wand off your body and leave it at that, but he didn’t stop. Another pathetic whine slipped out of you, realizing he wasn’t going to give you a break and planned on pushing you to the limit.

“That’s one. You can give me another right?”, it was a question of reassurance, but you couldn’t tell him to stop even if you wanted to. 

The waves of pleasure lingered in your body and the vibrations continued, your breath hitching as you didn’t get a moment to breathe. Cumming more than once wasn’t new to your sex life, hell it became essential once you and Leon met and started messing around. But having no pause in what was being done to you was fairly new, and you started to think you bit off more than you could chew when asking for this.

But this was what you signed up for, and you were going to enjoy every second of it.

“F-Fuck, yeah. Just please, please…”, you wantonly replied to him, giving him full control to do whatever he wanted, so long as it left you satisfied.

Leon flicked his wrist then, repositioning the other end of the vibrating toy against your entrance and nudging your outer lips. You clenched around nothing, yearning for the emptiness to be filled with something, anything you could get.

“Yeah, I know your pretty pussy wants to be filled up. I’ll give you what you need”, Leon’s voice grew husky, biting his lower lip and feeling his cock throb in his sweatpants.

He fulfilled his promise, slowly inserting the second bulbous silicone tip into your body. You tugged at the handcuffs harshly, a loud sob falling from your lips at how your drooling canal wrapped around the toy snugly. It was as if your entire body was vibrating now, not being able to escape the dual sensation of your clit and g-spot being stimulated at the same time. 

“That’s it sweetheart, that’s it”, Leon was enjoying this too much, maintaining the same level of intensity with the toy and starting to thrust it at an even tempo.

You felt hot to the touch, getting closer to elation with every electric beat that filled your limbs. Loud moaning was exchanged for choked breaths, your head lolling to one side of the pillow and trying to stay grounded. The familiar coil wrapped tighter around you, bucking your hips towards Leon’s hands as if it were instinct. You whimpered again, the rhythm of the toy’s pulsing getting stronger with a single press of a button.

“Shit, shit, L-Leon please…”, you started to get scared at the intensity of your second release, the speed of how it crept up on you taking you off guard. 

“I know baby, I know. Cum for me again, I know you can”, he encouraged you once more, upping the voltage on the toy to the max setting and watching hungrily at your squirming figure.

One more drive inside you was all it took for you to seize up, a noisy wail emitting from your throat as you came around the toy. Your climax was damn near violent, liquid fire filling your gut and spilling out underneath you. Your mind reached a state of nirvana you never touched before, ears ringing and an all-consuming shock rippling from your feet up to the top of your head. You were so out of it you couldn’t feel the way your fluids drenched the sheets below, instead leaving it to Leon to watch it all happen.

The only thing keeping you grounded to the mattress was a large hand on your hip, squeezing in an attempt to soothe your trembling thighs. You felt like you were floating, intense relief paired with a desperate need for more you couldn’t explain. On the next inhale, the toy was turned off and carefully pulled out of you, leaving your hole dripping and convulsing.

“I didn’t know you could do that”, you heard Leon say again, struggling to slow your heartbeat that pounded in your chest.

“What do you mean?”, you asked quizzically, your eyesight growing blurry when the blindfold was taken off your head. Your pupils focused on the blonde’s face, noticing how he looked at you in awe.

“You just squirted all over the bed”, you felt your cheeks turn red, embarrassed as you felt the way your entire lower half went numb, the ghost of the vibrations still running over you. He didn’t give you the chance to wallow in your shame, his voice running through the reeling mess of your mind.

“Want to watch you do it again”, he purred at you with a grin, moving down your body and lifting your legs onto his shoulders. 

Leon’s head was in between your legs, lapping away at your folds and groaning at the sweetness of you filling his tongue. He was messy with it, audibly sucking everything you had to give and all you could do was take it. His warm tongue flicked at your oversensitive clit, having to dig your face into your forearm to stop yourself from shouting. The handcuffs clinked above you from where you were stuck to the headboard, your nails leaving indents in your skin.

“Leon I c-can’t. It’s too much”, you mewled when Leon gave you a harsher suck, his fingers teasing your pussy, still hot and wanting more despite your words.

“You can give me another one, don’t play with me”, he growled at you, slipping two thick fingers inside you and curling against that spot tucked at the roof of your body.

“Your needy cunt isn’t telling me no, and I’m not stopping until you squirt for me again. I know you can”, he marveled at the lack of resistance as he burrowed his fingers deep inside you, going back to lick at your clit.

He was greedy in the way he feasted on you, licking at you in precise circles as the tips of his fingers jabbed at your g-spot consistently. Every sound that came out of your mouth was broken, whining every time he drew his digits out just to push back into you. Slyly, he switched techniques, curling his fingers against the textured spot inside you and sucking at your clit in pulses, pressing a hand against your lower stomach.

The pit of flames was lit again, static filling your body and your sight becoming bleary with tears. You couldn’t stop the internal carnal heat from growing, the same sharp feeling from your last release being renewed with every pump of Leon’s fingers. It was too much too quickly, your face growing flushed and losing sense of reality the closer you got to the edge.

“Please, Leon I-”, you didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore, needing both more and less at the same time and not knowing which one you preferred.

“Soak my fucking face baby. Do it so I can fuck you. C’mon, give it to me, I need it”

His words were the last nails in the coffin, your face twisting in a silent scream of pure bliss. You felt like you were being engulfed in flames as your third release in 15 minutes swallowed you whole, an out-of-body experience that didn’t seem to stop. It was as if you were tumbling over a high that never crashed, not knowing where the first climax ended or the next one began. All the energy you had left was sucked completely out of you quite literally, your eardrums rang and your legs wouldn’t stop quivering against the bed. 

Leon’s head appeared from between your legs with the widest grin you had ever seen on him. His lips were plump, and the stubble that adorned his jaw was covered in your wetness. You were too dazed to pay close attention to the way he licked at his lips, chasing the remaining flavor of you.

“You want a taste too?”, he said, grabbing your jaw and kissing you sloppily. He made sure to let your mouth fill with the tanginess that he familiarly recognized as your essence, the both of you panting as your tongues meshed together.

“Let me fuck you, please”, Leon almost begged for it, sweats halfway down his thighs and his cock already positioned against you. Weakly, you nodded, not even bothering to lift your head when he slid deep inside you so smoothly.

“Fuuckkk, you’re soaked, so goddamn warm”, he was mumbling under his breath, chasing his own pleasure and using your body for it. You were more than willing, not being able to do much of anything but just take it.

Leon didn’t hold back in the slightest, pounding into your body while your hands remained above your head. His hands held on to your thighs, hips smacking into yours harshly with every shove of his dick inside you. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, body growing limp, and the pleasure evolved as you tipped between the edge of overstimulation and pain. You desperately wanted to touch him, to feel him pressed against you, but you could only take what was given to you.

Lightbulbs went off in Leon’s head, grabbing the tossed toy from the side of the bed and turning it back on. He pressed it against your clit once more, a rough grumble coming from deep within his chest as he felt the vibrations filling his body. You cried out, the handcuffs rattling above your head as your body felt like it was being pushed beyond what you thought was possible. Tears ran down your flushed cheeks, Leon not giving you a moment to adjust and losing himself in his insurgency to feel you cum around him.

“I can’t, I c-can’t”, you were begging for mercy, knowing full well Leon wouldn’t give it to you until you fell over the edge one more time.

“One more. Give me one more sweetheart, and I’ll stop. Need to feel you cum for me one more time, I got you baby, I got you”, he was like a man possessed, fucking you in a reckless frenzy as you tightened around him.

You didn’t know if you had it in you to cum again, but Leon was persistent as always. He upped the speed on the vibrator, pressing it harder against your oversensitive nub up and down like he did before. It was too extreme, making you choke on air and your throat grow raw from the sounds that will end up giving you a noise complaint. 

The next moment your nerves short-circuited and your mind went blank, your fourth climax pummeling through you so aggressively you couldn’t contain the scream that came out of you. It was the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life, reaching the point of pain from the oversensitivity, and your lower stomach cramped from the force of it. You didn’t hear Leon when he praised you again, his voice sounding distant and far away as black spots filled your vision.

He filled your cunt with his hot seed right after, bottoming inside you until he couldn’t get any deeper. Turning the toy off completely and reaching up to undo the handcuffs, he was gentle in touching you again. A part of him was ready to beg for forgiveness, for pushing you too hard and getting carried away. But those thoughts dispelled from his mind when your arms weakly wrapped around his shoulders, silently relieved you didn’t black out on him.

“I don’t think I can move”, your voice cracked when you talked, stray tears lining your eyes and he wiped at your cheeks. You were trembling underneath him, your legs quaked despite not being able to move them. Your body felt heavy, like it was sinking into the mattress, but you’ve never experienced such profound pleasure it left you immobilized.

“Sorry about that. You did so good for me, so damn good. Did you like that?”, he whispered into your neck, kissing your skin as you nodded, both starting to come down from your respective highs.

He hadn’t slipped out yet, just letting the both of you bask in the afterglow of this new experience. Had he known he could make you feel this good, he would’ve tried this a long time ago.

“We should do this again”

“Oh we are. I gotta break my record of making you cum four times”, you hit him on the shoulder again, aware that his words were half serious. Meanwhile, he was already plotting in his head how he could make you reach numbers five and six.

“So does this mean you’re going to keep doing your research on my sex stories?”, he lifted his head to look at you, a smirk already on his face.

“That depends. Which ones do you want to try next?”

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Ifhy. Fugishiro m. + !fem reader

🎀Based on this audio🎀

༊*·˚ Warnings-  hatefuck-ish, rude words, alcohol use, mentions of weed, dom megumi, sub reader, smut

༊*·˚ A/n: pretend megumi is gojos bsf cus this isn’t like yuji😇☺️

༊*·˚ Sypno: You’re at a party you came for one sole reason, your crush. Just to find out he has a gf. Butt things work out in the end.

⋆·˚ ༘ * MINORS DNI🕊️ ⋆·˚ ༘ *

You liked gojo for a while. A while as in one whole college semester and two weeks during the summer. To back track you gave up on him after a party a specific party at that was of course hosted by the man himself Gojo and his dick of a best friend megumi. You three were friends you and megumi were even in the same classes but there was always this tension between you guys.

Anyways, your bestie nobara heard about a party gojo is hosting. Of course being the best friend ever she encourages you to go because “he might see how hot you are and tap that i would too honestly” you hit her and you both laughed in response. 

Fast forwarding to the night of the party, you took a nap because shit you were fucking tired from all the beach trips you did previously throughout the week. You woke up two hours prior which was NOT enough time to get ready but who the hell shows up for a party the time it starts? You hopped in the shower cleaning off all the crusties and musties you had. You of course shaved EVERYTHING just in case Nobara was right. But you had a feeling the night would not go as planned. 

There wasn’t really a theme but you knew it was a typical house party. So you threw on a black halter top and a beige mini skirt you didn’t really care about with some black shoes. You sprayed some type of sweet smelling perfume on and called nobara.

“Bitch pick up“ you looked at the ringing facetime call. She finally answered looking like she was driving. “Heyyy you look cutee girlie” she smiled at you. “Thank you pooka what the fuck should i do to my hair pony with a side part or down with a side part” she nodded and held up a 1. You quickly did your hair and headed out of your apartment complex and saw nobara’s white honda civic in front of the place. 

“Hi my fav girl” you said as you entered her car. She was putting on some sort of lipgloss. She basically had on the same thing as you but with tan pants total copy cat.  “Soo have you even been talking to satoru.” She questioned as she started heading to the party. “Yea a bit he is just so damn hard to talk to like just a few weeks ago he texted so much and now im unadded on everything” She looked at you with disappointment in her eyes knowing you’re gonna spend this whole party sulking over him. Funny thing is you definitely didn’t well for the record you didn’t cry at all but you got upset and other things but for the record you didn’t cry

See what you didn’t know is megumi liked you and hated the fact that you were wrapped all around Satoru’s finger. He hated the fact that you would stare off at him and just blank out everytime you, him, and satoru hung out. He purposely let gojo fall inlove with another girl and he would casually just let gojo ghost you. He went as far as to even setting gojo up on a date just so he couldn’t have you. He wanted you to forget about him in more than one way.

Anyways, nobara just nodded and said “maybe you should try his bestfriend he’s pretty cute” you looked at her like she was crazy “oh he HATES my fucking guts nobara. he wants me dead like the stares he gives me are the worst” you whine she shrugs her shoulders and adds  “well maybe megs wants to rearrange them you know its always the quiet ones” she giggles as you punch her shoulder and blush. You guys arrive to the party at around 9:30 ish As soon as you step into the house the thick sent of weed engulfs your lungs. Yea you smoked every 5 months but that smell could be the worst but the best at the same time.

You see nobara walk off leaving you all alone. “Well just say fuck me huh” you mutter to yourself trying to find the kitchen. You see megumi pouring himself a drink a simple one at that rum and coke. “excuse me” you say pushing past him to get a cup and some pink Whitney and a sprite . He looked you up and down rolling his eyes and scoffing “all dressed up huh“ he says taking a sip of his drink. You finish pouring your drink, “yea i guess“ you laugh “well you look like a slut” he chuckles trying to insult you “you must like sluts“ you reply as you walk off to find nobara. Feeling his eyes piercing through your skull. Yea megumi was cute but his attitude was fucking terrible. 

As you walk around you see gojo kissing a girl. You felt every bone in your body twitch with not with hate just sadness. Being honest you only liked his attention he was cute but his attention was amazing. The playful texts the calls everything it was amazing. You felt a tear run down your face and you walked upstairs towards the bathroom bumping into megumi who scowled at you.

You gained your composure after a solid 5 minutes of standing in the mirror with a burning throat feeling you couldn’t even cry. You sat on the stairs scowling and pouting at gojo and his new girlfriend. She was beautiful really really beautiful. You were snapped out of your thoughts when someone pushed you. It was megumi standing infront of you. 

“Enjoying the view?” Megumi questions as he laughs. “Go to hell” you say looking up at him pouting. “Already there” you roll your eyes as he sits down next to you. “the outfit didnt work huh?” He pouts at you as you shift over. “You know you could probably fuck anyone here but your too focused on gojos dick” you roll your eyes again trying not to curse megumi out “you wanna bet?” You say out of confidence. “Oh you’d lose in an instant”

You remember what nobara said and sigh. You grab megumi’s hoodie and straddle his lap seeing his face tint pink. “Are you fucking crazy” you roll your eyes as if he isnt getting rock hard under you right now. “Your not even pushing me off dont deny it now” you laugh looking into his low glossy eyes. “Well fuck kiss me.” He says you hesitate a little looking at gojo who obviously isnt paying any mind to yall. You kiss him gently holding his face. You feel him get harder by the second as you grind on his lap trying to get some friction.

Megumi snakes his hands around your waist. He sighs a bit as he deepens the kiss and carries you into gojos room.  He quickly opens and shuts the door pushing you against the wall kissing you harder. He hooked his hands under your bra cupping your breasts.

“You’re such a slut you know that right?” You gasp in response as he pinches your nipples. You think about how wrong this is especially fucking Gojos best friend in his room. You snap out of your thoughts from the feeling of being picked up megumi still dominating your mouth as he sits you on the bed. “Come on baby open that pretty mouth let me fuck it” he unzips his pants pulling them down along with his underwear. Revealing his pale colored dick suprizingly he was pretty big. He shoved his length in your mouth making you gag violently. He groaned loudly as he slowly thrusted in your mouth picking up pace by the second.

“So fucking wet and warm” he growled as he fucked your throat at this point he should be in your lungs because you can barely breathe with his length. “Look at me pretty girl” he said as he held your face you looked at him with cock drunk eyes and spit running down your chin. He rolled his eyes and took his cock out of your mouth. “lay down and spread your legs” he ripped your skirt off examined the wet spot on your panties and whispered a low fuck. Yes you hated megumi but fuck it felt so good to see a man look at your body like a starved animal. He kissed up and down your thighs leaving small marks, finally he slid your panties off revealing your arousal and pocketed them. He kissed the soft fleash of your pussy then licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit. You shivered at the sensation after a long minute of licking he finally sucked your clit making your hand jolt to his hair.

You arched and moaned as megumi ate you out. Really his tounge was skilled the muscle knew every spot inside and out of your body. “More” you uttered out in pleasure and he added two fingers in. You gripped his hair tightly from the sudden stretch he growled as you tightened around him. His fingers hit every spot you couldn’t its like you hated him for making you feel this good but at the same time you loved every second of it. You didn’t realize how this whole time he was watching expressions until he spoke “no come on baby look at me look at me and cum all over my face” you opened your eyes as your orgasm suddenly began building up you were seconds from coming eyes tearing up body shaking you came all over his fingers he lapped up your sweet liquids and came up to kiss your neck.

“Surprisingly you taste really fucking good” you scoffed at him he chuckled and slapped your ass harshly “Say thank you” you rolled your eyes “for what? Gojo’s probably better” you knew what you were doing you’re making him jealous it really fucked him up seriously. He looked at you like you were fucking stupid “Take it back” you laughed repeating what you said “really okay” he kissed you roughly biting your lip making it bleed breaking the kiss then flipping you into doggy style pushing your head into gojos pillows slapping your ass harshly multiple times then slapping his dick on your pussy. He slid it in quickly thrusting in giving you no time to adjust. Your eyes were rolling back head foggy not even 10 minutes in thats how good his dick was. You tried not to moan loud but megumi didn’t like it he grabbed your neck and yanked your head back to look at him. “Come on moan like the slut you are” you had no choice really you moaned his name loud enough for the whole house to hear luckily the music was up extremely loud. “Megumi fuck too big I can’t-“ he shoved your head back into the pillows he hated the word ‘can’t’ it just wasn’t in his vocabulary.

“Fuck megumi please im sorry” you dont know how many orgasms or how many positions megumi put you in but you know he wasnt even close to cumming and you guys ended up on the floor. “No no you want gojo right dont even think about moaning my name slut.” He smacked your ass harshly as he twitched inside of you as you came again. “Sorry ‘m so so sorry” you say slurred he laughs as he watches your make up run down your hot cheeks biting your shoulders again “awhh you want my cum baby? Or you want gojo to fill you up?” You shake your head no violently he doesn’t take this as an answer and slaps your ass four times making you scream. “Please you i want only you please cum in me please” you moan as he rubs your clit violently groaning and picking up his speed as be finally climaxes inside of you. “Fuckk baby you feel so fucking good” he shutters as he pulls out putting his cum back in with his fingers. Fingering you slowly to your last climax. You arch your back and cry his name as you squirt all over his fingers with a slight shake as you slowly fall asleep.

He picks you up off the floor and places you on the bed seeing you fall asleep. He laughs and puts on his clothes and dresses you carrying your sleeping body over his shoulders down the stairs letting gojo and nobara you guys are leaving. You woke up in the morning groggy and sore from last nights events, you felt a hand pull you in closer as you tried to get away. “Stop fucking moving” you rolled your eyes but obliged when the not so mysterious man behind you kissed your neck. “Megumi stop” you rolled over and kissed his lips softly as he looked at you with sleepy eyes arms still wrapped around your waist. He buried himself in your breasts and fell back asleep you did the did same resting your chin in his hair.

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      THE END💗

 This may be the last jjk fanfic I write as of rn😭 i gotta move on. Bye lovessss💗💗💗

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idol!jake x gn!reader

warnings: jake is a little mean, swear words, suggestive, reader is kinda down bad for jake

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a/n: this is highly inspired by that one tiktok ai audio hihi, readers thoughts are written in cursive

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he looks unnecessarily fine there, you thought to yourself as you zoomed in on the photo that had been taken just some days before. however, your thoughts were quickly interrupted as the door sprang open, revealing no one other than the man whose face you had zoomed in to just a second ago.

"for fuck's sake, don't you know how to knock on doors?"

jake. of course. the other members would have knocked, you thought.

jake was an overall lovely person when it came to his fellow members, as well as his fans. he was kind and courteous to staff most of the times, too. but he was extremely impatient, sometimes lacked basic manners and whenever something did not quite go according to his plan, he would turn into an asshole. how childish.

"i took this tiktok with sunghoon, just quickly give permission to post it", he said nonchalantly, not sparing a second to even consider apologizing.

being part of their management team, you recently acquired the position of managing their social media accounts. that also meant reviewing their own content before they post it.

"jake, i'm preparing to post the comeback teaser photos right now", you explained, earning an annoyed expression from him. "i can see it after that, okay? you know they have to go online at exactly-"

"can you shut the fuck up for a minute and watch this tiktok for me? pretty please"

while the first words were uttered harshly, the last ones were added with the dearest, most innocent smile - the tone of his voice sweet like honey.

jake was always like this. mean, only to be a sweetheart the second after - and while you should be either concerned or annoyed about the sudden change in his mood, you couldn't stop your heart from performing a small jump. every. damn. time.

at this point, you didn't know if you wanted to strangle or kiss him - if you wanted him in your bed or six feet under. oh god, i think i'm the pathetic one here.

trying to shrug all of it off, you rolled your eyes.

"fine. send it to my email, i'll watch it", you replied shortly, hoping that would help getting rid of him.

"so much work for nothing", jake mumbled, before stepping closer to your chair, stopping right behind it, and placing his phone down on your desk. without hesitating nor asking if you were ready, he started the video.

feeling his presence so close to you made it ten times harder to focus on the video, honestly. you had worked with him for a while now, so being near him wasn't new - but he had never been this close to you. unnecessarily close. so that his cologne almost blurred your senses, that you could feel his breath on your neck and that you swore you would have even heard his heart beating if the video hadn't been playing.

while you felt your mouth grow dry, your hands got all the more wet with cold sweat. all because he's just inches closer than normally?

"so?", jake's voice snapped you back into the moment as he grabbed his phone from your desk.

admittedly, you hadn't paid too much attention to the video. not very professional. not professional at all. but hell, you were not going to admit that the close proximity made you lose focus. so, you decided to just risk it and nod in approval, "it's fine."

he stepped away from behind your chair and made his way to the door, but turned back to you before opening it.

"also, we'll go for food and some drinks after practice today. jungwon said i should ask you to join us", he said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

you raised an eyebrow in confusion. "jungwon asks me to join? how come?"

jake's eyes widened only a tiny bit, before his gaze went back to normal. "uhh... well, he said something about how someone from the management should be around or something, y'know"

you pressed your lips together to suppress a laugh. "you're good at almost everything but you can't lie if your life depended on it"

for the nth time in your life, you could see jake rolling his eyes. "shut up. just look good for me, deal?"

you slightly bit down on your lower lip, replying with just a tiny nod, as you could feel heat rushing through your body and straight to your cheeks. yep, i'm definitely the pathetic one here.

jake gave you a short grin and opened the door. just as he stepped out the room, he turned on his heels and looked at you again.

"also, if you wanted to look at my face so bad, you could have just asked me to come", he tilted his head towards your computer screen, before finally closing the door behind him.

oh god. i never zoomed out of the picture.

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Always keep fighting

Warnings: Depressive and insecurity thoughts.

Notes: I was always afraid of naming one of my stories "Always keep fighting" because i used to think that it had to be perfect. I think this one earned it gracefully. You have my heart in it. Rewatching Supernatural 10 years after and all of it just making the same sense to me as when i was just a kid... gave me the confirmation that i'm always going to have where to come back to. Thank you.

Summary: A very meaningful intimate conversation with the one who helped you overcome your depression many years ago. Jared Padalecki.

Platonic!Jared Padalecki x Reader / Jensen Ackles x Reader

You breathed out tired, closing your eyes feeling the sun and a slight breeze hit your face. Billie Eilish’s voice was playing max in your AirPods isolating you from the noises around like that would give you some peace of mind. 

You were in the middle of filming a season of Supernatural and honestly your life was great. Expect it wasn’t. Well… it was really, nothing really bad was happening, you had an incredible job, amazing friends, amazing fans, there was no drama. But the stress was winning you over and you could feel yourself slowly drifting away into a dark place again, just like when you were younger and what looked like a innocent wave of sadness, turned into 3 years of anti depressives. You heard once that when you have depression one time, it never go away. Not completely. You live your life “sober”, but if you don’t watch it out, any trigger can throw you into the pit once more. 

But it was adult life right? How could you escape the stress of having to do a house moving, working really hard for too many hours, being rejected for a job that you really wanted, sleeping with a coworker who you were in love with and he disappearing after… Normal adult things. There wasn’t no time to cry about it while listening to Billie Eilish. 

You opened your eyes when felt a presence besides you, and you took of your AirPods when saw Jared installing himself near you, in the bench below a tree that was located in a quiet spot in the supernatural set. He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking straight ahead like everything was normal. 

“Hi Jar.” You said still a little confused but waiting to see what this was about. 

“Hi (Y/N)” He said simply still looking ahead. “What were you listening to?” 

“New Billie’s album.” You said with a little smile and Jared finally looking at you with an excited face, he was wearing his grey beanie and a white hoodie. 

“It’s so good right?” He said making you chuckle. 

“Yeah…” You answered frowning your eyebrows. “What are you doing here Jar? I thought you didn’t even had scenes today.” 

“Had some audio problems I had to solve for that forest scene.” He explained and turned his attention straight ahead again. “And thought it would be a good opportunity to check on you.” 

“Check on me?” You asked laughing a bit confused. “You see me practically everyday” 

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I knew we had to talk.” He said turning more serious and your heart started to sunk in your chest. “I know you (Y/N). For real.”

You sighed giving up on trying to hide, Jared was one of your best friends and you two always understood each other very well. That included noticing each other’s mood swings and knowing all about the other’s personal life’s. You stayed quiet for a few seconds before breathing out. 

“I didn’t get that part that I really wanted.” You admitted feeling almost ashamed of saying out loud, sensing a bitter taste in your mouth. It was the main role for an adaptation of a book that you loved, and you felt like you were the perfect person for it. Apparently not. 

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I know how excited you were.” He said quietly putting his arm around your shoulder to give a squeeze. “Did they tell you why?” 

“Nothing concrete.” You struggled. “Random excuses and pre written messages.” 

“That sucks.” He agreed and made a long pause. “But it was just another project, other ones will appear and besides… it would mess up your schedule with Supernatural!”

You rolled your eyes and looked at him with a little smile. 

“Jared we both know Supernatural is coming to an end. Everybody is moving on, thinking about what to do next. You’re already writing your project, hell, Jensen is in L.A right now signing contracts for The Boys.” You said and saw him struggling on what to say. He knew you were right. You entered the Supernatural cast many years ago and it was like a dream coming true. Your career got some much better, the working environment was everything you could ever ask for, you met your best friends and had incredible fans. Being a female character in the show, you didn’t think you would last that much. But you did and you were happy about it. But all the things in life get to a point when you start wanting more, and now, knowing that Supernatural has to end, you found yourself lost. Stagnated. Scared what would happen to your career after this. You were a few years younger than J2 and thought the industry would be open to welcome you, but wasn’t at all what was happening. 

“(Y/N) we still have, at least, one year before we will be really done with Supernatural. That gives you more than enough time to figure it out.” He said like it was obvious. 

“Jar, I know” You said with a sad smile looking at him. “All the rationalized things you were going to say to me, already crossed my mind. I know everything is technically ok. I’m just…” You stopped yourself sighing, gathering the courage to admit it. “I’m just sad.”  

Jared looked at you with a suffered expression and you saw for a split second a look of surprise in his face.

“I don’t want to seem ungrateful to the universe, God, or whatever there is out there.” You continued making him open a small smile. “I know I have time, I just moved to a better apartment, I should be thankful. But I’m just so sad. I don’t even know how to explain it.” 

“I understand it.” He said sincerely looking straight into your eyes, giving you all of his attention. “The guilt that comes with having everything great around you and feeling all of this. Believe me, I do.” Jared said and you knew what he was talking about. About his depressed phase that gave life to all of the campaigns. You two shared a lot of conversations in that period, specially because you had history as well.  “I noticed you were not acting like yourself these past days, I was waiting for you to come talk to me, like you always had.” 

You looked away again feeling a bit ashamed. 

“I didn’t feel like talking.” 

“(Y/N).” He said turning his body to face you, making you look at him again. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling like this. You were one of the people who helped the most when I was depressed. You remember what you would say? That it wasn’t my fault, it was just literally a chemical default in my brain. That’s what depression is. A sickness that affects our brains. You passed through a lot of stress these last weeks, it’s completely understandable the way you’re feeling.” Jared said serious squeezing your shoulder. You closed your eyes to stop yourself from crying.

“I just feel like I’m not enough.” You admitted and finally let one tear drop. Jared stayed in silence, making you open your eyes seeing him with a hard expression looking at you like he trying to read you.

“There is another reason why you’re feeling like this?” He asked and you looked down, wondering if you should tell him or not. 

“Hmm I kinda got ghosted?” You said and saw him raise an eyebrow. “Well, no. I know the guy is super busy right now, I don’t blame him. But there’s a little voice in my head telling that it was the perfect timing to get out of the situation and not give me further explanation that he in fact.. don’t want me that way.” 

“Are we talking about Jensen?” Jared asked in a funny way and laughed when saw your surprised face. “(Y/N), I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to know but he told me that you guys slept together after that night we were in his house…” 

“Yeah, I should have figured this out.” You said allowing yourself to chuckle, running your hand over your face. “So yeah, this finally happened…” 

“Finally!” He exclaimed happily trowing his hands in the air. 

You and Jensen were always unfinished business. When you entered the series, you were young, single and adventurous and it didn’t take long to start crushing on Jensen. Hard. The kind of crush you weren’t even functioning right when he was around. Looking at it right now, maybe it was in that moment that your bond with Jared started to grow, he was always your confident. But none of it mattered, because Jensen… wasn’t single. And eventually you got over it, it was never going to happen so why was the point of growing expectations. Until Jensen wasn’t in a relationship anymore, there were flirts here and there, what of course didn’t last long because you were already meeting someone. And for years and years it was like that, you were simply never single at the same time. When all of that changed some months ago, when the two of you ended long last relationships. But it was really two weeks before that it all turned very real. 

Flashback on

You had  just shooted the mid season finale and man, you were tired. Everyone was going to get 1 week away from filming, but that didn’t mean vacation days. You were in the middle of an, very overwhelming, apartment moving in Vancouver and in the end of the week, you had a trip planned to Chicago to participate in the first day of a Supernatural Convention. The boys were going to get a second week off to attend to more appointments, but the directors wanted you, Misha and other secondary characters to advance the maximum of scenes possible. 

To celebrate and just cool off for a while, Jensen invited you, Jared and Misha to eat some pizza and drink some beers in his place. In the next day, he and Misha were already going to travel to L.A and Jared to Austin, to see his family. 

“So it’s already late and I need some sleep before catching that plane.” Misha said getting up of the chair he was in. “Have a safe fight you guys, and (Y/N) see you on Friday?” He asked and you nodded giving him a small smile. He was going to be your pair to the Chicago Convention, and the two of you would come back together to Vancouver, not even crossing paths with J2 because there was going to attend just the third day of #SpnChicago.

“Yeah, actually I’m going to enjoy the lead and get going as well.” Jared said sighing getting up, slapping hands with Jensen and then turning to you. “You comin’ also?”  

You didn’t want to go actually. It has been ages since you last went out with them like that and it was the first time in days that you were able to get away from your problems. You looked at Jensen to see what the thought and caught he already looking at you, denying with his head. 

“Nah (Y/N), we still have that wine you gave me for my birthday to drink.” Jensen said getting up from the couch you were in, to open the door for the boys. “Stay as long as you want.”

“I think I’m to stay.” You agreed. “Have a safe fight guys.” 

With all of the goodbyes being said, Jensen closed the door of his apartment immediately disappearing into the kitchen. He came back with two glasses of red wine, extending one to you while he returned to his previous place, sitting with his whole body turned to you and you did the same.

“I can’t believe you still didn’t drink that.” You chuckled. 

“Well, of course not! It was your gift, nothing more fair than drinking it with you.” He said like it was obvious, extending his glass. “Cheers” 

Half bottle after, you both were already tipsy, laughing about everything and somehow, closer to each other than before. You spoke about the series, about the bittersweet feeling of it ending. About how excited he was for Soldier Boy and at the same time nervous. He listened to you speak about the role you were auditioning for and gave you his whole support. You even gossiped a little, about Misha’s divorce. After that, somehow the conversation got to the point of relationships and you both shared a lot of thoughts and insecurities about it. 

Jensen smiled when the conversation got to a pause, letting his hand fall to rest in your arm that was leaning in the sofa. You hold your breath when felt his thumb slowly starting to caress you and your belly suddenly got cold when he started to stare at you.

“I just can’t believe that we’re finally single at the same time.” Jensen chuckled in a hoarse voice. You bite your lip, resting your glass into the center table and saw him doing the same thing. 

“That makes a difference?” You challenged him seeing him grin. 

“You know it does, sweetheart.” He said putting a strand of hair behind your ear and you wondered if he could hear the sound of your heart beating. “I always knew you had a crush on me.” 

“I did not.” You said faking a false indignation and you both laughed. “I actually thought it was the other way around.” 

“Guilty.” He admitted making you gulp. “All of those years… us trying to move on from each other. And look at us now… single at our thirties, at the same place we would be in since the start if we weren’t so damn stubborns.” 

You stayed in silence for a few seconds, staring each other like you could see each other’s souls. His eyes were in a dark green filled with lust and when you saw his glance lowering to your lips, you knew you couldn’t take any more of that.

“Kiss me Jensen.” 

“You have no idea on how many years I’ve waited for you to say that.” 

And you didn’t had to ask twice.

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You opened your eyes confused still in a dark room, and in a very comfortable bed. You glanced at your phone in the bedside table seeing it was already 12h. The memories from last night started to invade your mind, making you sit up in a rush and frown when you noticed that Jensen wasn’t there. 

Oh right, he had a flight to catch. 

Wearing one of his shirts and his flipflops you found next to his bed, you walked until the living room and saw in his dinning table, an order bag from your favorite bakery and a little post it. 

“Morning sweetheart, 

I’m sorry If I couldn’t wake up by your side today. My flight leaves 8:30 am and I didn’t want to bother you.

I ordered your favorites things from that French bakery you like, to compensate it.

Last night was amazing and I can’t wait to see you again. 

Make yourself at home, stay as long as you want.

-Jensen.” 

You suppressed a smile feeling like a damn teenager, with all of that butterflies in your belly. This really happened. You and Jensen. 

You laughed adjusting yourself in one of the chairs, you had a delicious breakfast waiting for you after all. 

Flashback Off

That day you woke up alone in Jensen’s house, you passed still a few hours there before going back to your reality. The keys weren’t really a problem cause he had an electronic lock. You send him a photo of you eating the breakfast, which he rapidity replied with an emoji of heart eyes. 

But of course, your mind needed to start sabotaging you. You knew Jensen wasn’t the type of guy to text a lot, and you weren’t teenagers with no responsibilities, you were both busy as fuck. But you would be lying if you said if you didn’t expect a little more. Not even seeing his face for 2 weeks after you had sex, gave you so much spare time to question yourself. 

Had he really liked? He was regretting it? He realized you were actually better as friends? Why he didn’t answer your meme? How your relationship would be when he got back from L.A?

“Look.” Jared started after you explained all of it to him. “Don’t beat yourself for feeling it, your feelings are valid and I can see where they are coming from.” 

“It’s true that he could have been more present, but we both know how Jensen is  when comes to answering messages.” Jared continued laughing humorless. “But c’mom (Y/N), it’s you and Jensen were talking about! The guy has been wanting you for years.” 

“I don’t know Jar.” You sighed. “It’s like my mind knows the rationalized facts but still chose to give me the wrong answers.” 

“Are you eating right?” He asked all of that sudden surprising you. 

“Yeah…” You started and huffed when saw his accusatory face. “Ok, maybe I’m skipping breakfast.” You admitted and rolled your eyes when he didn’t back down. “No, I’m not eating right. Are you happy?” 

“No!” He cried. “You’re under stress, you’re isolating yourself, a lot of things are happening in the same time, you’re not eating right, you’re not exercising. You’re going running with me tomorrow by the way.” 

“Jared you know I hate running” You said indignant.

“I don’t care.” He cut you off. “What I’m trying to say is that you and me both… (Y/N) we have to look out for ourselves, you know that. I don’t think you’re depressed again but I think you’re in the edge of it.” Jared said making you shiver. You thought about it, damn you thought you already were. But hearing it from your best friend’s mouth, who always went to hell and back to help you, was rough. Really rough. 

“I…” You started slowly afraid of the words that was going to come back out of your mouth. “I would never forgive myself if I let me go back to that dark hole I was 10 years ago.” 

“Then don’t.” Jared struggled like it was the point of the whole conversation until now. “Can you imagine all the things you would have missed if you gave up by the first wave of depression? Young (Y/N) would have not believe she would sleep with Jensen Ackles.” He said mocking you to lighten up the mood a little bit and you allowed yourself to laugh even if was pretty hard listening to all of that. 

“Call your therapist. I’m going to ask to the producers to give you one more week off.” He continued and you open your mouth ready to argue with that nonsense. “Don’t argue with me on that one. You already have tons of advanced scenes, you need time to rest. And… stop taking life so serious honey, you have time, you’re going to figure out ok? Let yourself be surprised by it.” 

Jared said searching your eyes and saw you nodding slowly. He pulled you for a tight hug resting his head on top of yours. Your eyes were closed and for the first time in a week, you breathed out feeling calmer. Not even Billie Eilish accomplished this. 

“What do we do?” He asked in a slash joking slash serious tone, speaking like you were a little child. 

“We always keep fighting?” You said a little unsure and felt his chest vibrate when he started to laugh. 

“That’s my girl.” Jared said tightening the hug before backing away. “I love you.” 

“I love you too moose.” You said with a small smile feeling a lot better. “Thank you.” 

“I’m always here.” He said getting up. “I need to go back now.” 

You nodded and when you were in the point of putting back your AirPods, he stopped, some steps away from the bench you were. 

“Oh… and (Y/N). Jensen already arrived from L.A” He smiled. “Let life surprise you.” 

You denied with your head letting a small laugh escape from your lips, when you were reliving all of this conversation. One thing that Jared said was completely right, young (Y/N) would have been so proud and surprised by your accomplishments. You survived. This was an everyday motive to be proud already. Your thoughts were interrupted when the screen of your phone lighted up with a notification. 

“Hey sweetheart… I’m finally back in Vancouver and dying to see you. There is so much I want to tell you. And so much I wanna do to you… 

What do you say about going to that Italian restaurant at 20h? I will pick you up. 

Always yours,

Jensen.” 

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[crazychaoticizzy]

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship Part 2

feat. Levi, Erwin, Hange, Reiner

Part 1

Continuation of that one trend that was popular forever ago because why not

WARNINGS: fluffy, Hange is written with they/them pronouns

Word Count: 683

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LEVI ACKERMAN

He will literally just stare at you with a straight face

Let’s be real he probably doesn’t care (I’M SORRY-)

And it ends and there’s no more audio and your phone is still recording as you just kind of stare back at him

You hold intense eye contact for what feels like literal hours before you grab your phone from the kitchen counter and stop

You awkwardly apologize and play it off as wanting to do a funny video before running off to the bathroom and beating yourself up over this

When you finally calm down you walk out and tell Levi that your roommate called and they need help with something

He most likely will never bring it up again and if/when one of you ask the other out. he’s gonna pretend that’s the first time anything feeling related had been done

But in theory if he does care, don’t be surprised when the next day there’s flowers on your counter that your roommate brought in

Theres a handwritten note hidden in the blossoms that has the kind beautiful poetic writing that people dream of getting (he asked Hange what to write and they found something on Pinterest)

It practically summed up that he would like to be more than friends as well, and asked you out to dinner

Of course, it was fron Levi

And of course you accepted his dinner date

ERWIN SMITH

He had zero clue what you’re doing

Honestly I don’t even think he noticed cause he was working on paperwork or something

He probably heard the sound but didn’t register it and just said “Y/n, I’m working”

It’s a lesson to not bother him while he’s working and actually talk to him when you have his attention 💀

So the trend didn’t work but hey you actually talked to him about it later!

And hey he probably returns those feelings and starts slacking off a tiny bit for you 🤷🏻‍♀️

But yes afterwards you actually confess to him and he is appalled

But he does like you back and so he kisses your hand and asks you out like the gentleman he is

HANGE ZOË

Hange was actually escatic

Like jumping off the walls escatic

Y’all were on a walk in the park and you suddenly stopped and told them you wanted to film a cute video because the scenery was nice

They were kind of confused at first but then the sound played more and they jumped up and wrapped their arms around you so tight you swear you saw Jesus for a moment

They gave you a big, sloppy smooch so close to your mouth they almost kissed your lips

And then they kind of lifted you off the ground and yelled that they like you, too

You got some weird looks but it doesn’t matter because they kissed your cheek again and said “you’re my significant other now” with the cheekiest smile it was so cute

And y’all turned your walk into a cute date and lived happily ever after

REINER BRAUN

You guys were making pumpkin bread (mostly because I’m craving that right now but that’s unimportant)

You literally got your phone out while you were stirring the batter and started to set it up

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

And then you told him immediately after you wanted to make a tiktok and he just let you

He was listening to the sound in case it was one of those traps where you played the pornhub theme to get his reaction

And he watched as you set it up directly in front of where he was making the sugar topping for the loaf

A smile crossed his face when he recognized the audio and he glanced down at you when you wrapped your arms around him

He brushed the sugar off his fingers and put his hand under your chin, tilting your head up

You were immediately flustered and almost regretted doing it because oh my god-

And then he kissed you

Right on camera

[chaotic-mystery]

Traitor | J.M.

Pairing: no outbreak!Joel Miller x reader!

Summary: This was a request I had received by @livingdeadmaria awhile ago and I finally got out of my funk to write! It’s based on the song Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo.

Word count: 1.3K || Warnings: angst. Angst and drinking and more angst. || notif blog for updates ||

You cleared your voice and took a deep breath, preparing for whatever was about to fall out of your mouth while the phone rang on the other end. Two rings and it went to voicemail but that didn’t surprise you. “Hey…I um… I know it’s late but I had to get some stuff off my chest. You always said I could call..if I needed you.” You sat in silence for a few seconds before you fiddled with your finger against your leg, questioning if you should even say anything. “D-do you remember how you used to read me sections of your book so I’d fall asleep faster because you said something about how sleep is important and I need it for my brain to stay sharp? Not sleeping so great these days to be honest with you..I remember you’d call me sweet pea and tell me to get comfy, it’s a long chapter. So I’d tuck myself next to you and you’d read for hours, even after I was asleep.” Your voice faded on the last bit of the sentence, your hand that was tucked into your coat pocket twirling a loose thread.

“I tried one of those audio books of some story to help me sleep but it didn’t work, she didn’t give the story enough of a monotone like you did. So then I tried music to help me fall asleep. I found out I love piano covers of songs. There’s one song though that could never be covered and that would be the one you showed me-” your voice cracked a little, the sting hitting your throat. “And I Love You So by Perry Como. That’s a good one to sleep to…has a lot of memories tied to it.”

The wind nipped at the tip of your nose and you sighed lightly, the puff of air disappearing in front of you. He showed you that song on the old radio he had tucked away in a shelf in his living room after you looked over his music collection he built over the years. He grabbed your hands and begged you to dance with him just until the song was over. As the short memory faded back into your mind and you were in the present, you stood up from the bench and finally walked inside your home. Taking off your coat and boots while your phone still squished against your cheek, you sniffled slightly.

“I heard that song today for the first time in a few weeks and it made me think of you. Took it as a sign to reach out. But then…I uh-” Hesitation overcame your voice before you continued.

“I saw you downtown earlier. Finally went to that winter festival thing they put on every year, the one I used to beg you to go with me to. Man, that was like pulling teeth with you, Joel.” It was. He said the lights and all the cheerful faces and overpriced hot chocolate wasn’t his thing. Of course you wanted to go anyway and you did go, alone.

“I was going to come up and tell you hi, see how you were…but then I noticed you with someone. Funny enough she looked like the one person you said you’d never date.” Your breath hitched and you made your way to the fridge to grab that bottle of wine you bought earlier to pour yourself a glass. You chugged down the first one and poured a second one before continuing the one sided conversation. The anger started to build up inside of you once more, completely taking over the good memories you had with him.

“I begged for you to tell me you had feelings for her, Joel. You always swore to me you didn’t, that I was paranoid for caring so much. Were you lying to me all those times I asked you anything about her? You didn’t even want to hold my hand in front of her towards the end of our relationship…why is that? I never said a word about what I actually thought was going on, just so you’d stay. I thought maybe, just maybe, if I played stupid you'd be happy with that and still stick with me. I loved you through everything, including your worst. Remember when you were terrified of me seeing you at your worst and you thought I’d leave? Never once did I do that, Joel. I stayed through all the bullshit you put me through, tried to help you be the best version of yourself that you could be. I showed you what love was again. You were the one who told me you couldn’t fall for someone after Sarah’s mom left and yet I stuck around. For you and for Sarah. You left me during my worst. Was I that shitty of a person to you that you didn't care about my feelings at all and thought the best thing to do would be to leave in the middle of the night after a fight?"

“Baby cmon I told you nothin’ is going on. She’s just a friend from years ago, I never had those feelings for her.” Joel followed you into your bedroom as you started to pack your stuff in a duffle bag, cleaning out the drawer he gave you in his dresser. “Baby, stop…just listen to me.” His hands grabbed your wrists and shook the clothes from your clutch, pulling you into his chest. Warm tears fell against his shirt and you broke down finally. All the pent up anger and sadness you had spilled onto the fabric against your cheek while Joel’s hand smoothed over your hair. “You’re my girl, okay? What can I do to make you trust me that she’s just a friend?” “Tell me you’ll never date her if we ever break up. I need to hear you say it.” The idea flopped out of your mouth before thinking it over but it was already out and in his ears. Joel just nodded and gave you a soft smile. “You have my word, I won’t date her if we break up. Which we won’t.” He kissed the top of your head and hugged you once more, his words still feeling a little empty.

That was a month before he broke up with you.

You downed the rest of the glass of wine and sighed, wiping the tears away from your cheeks. “I wish you would’ve thought this through before letting me fall in love with you, Joel. I really do. You betrayed me. You told me-” You choked out a sob and swallowed hard, “you told me you wouldn’t date her and you lied to me. How could you do this to me? Joel..we were together for two years and you left me when the going got tough…you ran right to her. Did anything we did matter to you?” With the tears clouding your vision, you squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. “I hope you feel good about yourself, I really do. While she’s sleeping in the bed we made, I hope you replay this voicemail in your head and remember everything I said. I wish you’d call me after this to try to apologize for hurting me even more but I know you won’t. You’ll never be sorry for hurting me this bad and I think that’s what kills me so much. I know how kind you can be but it seems I’m not lucky enough to get that anymore. Thank you so much for making this heartbreak so much easier to get over. Just know that I always loved you and I would’ve never hurt you like this, you fucking traitor.” — Joel’s POV

He sighed and looked at the phone screen, the voicemail ending and the screen dimming out. His girlfriend woke up behind him in bed, rolled over and hooked her arm into his, “What’re you doing baby?” She asked tiredly but didn’t sit up to see his phone. Joel coughed and took a deep sigh before deleting the voicemail from his phone.

“Nothin’ sweet pea. Go back to sleep.”

[thewritingbeforesunrise]

Confession.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI 

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A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a bit and I finally decided to post it. I hope you like it.

This entire fic was inspired by this picture, but you can really imagine Josh how you prefer in this one. I also drew inspiration from that cursed audio of him whimpering that was circulating a while ago.

Word count: 7K

Pairing: Josh x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, sexual tension, oral (m!receiving).

Link to Part 2

Summary: An unexpected turn of events leads Josh to make an embarrassing confession.

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A sharp  knock on your door made you jump out of your skin as you were tidying up the green room you were occupying. 

"Y/N! Open the fucking door!" You heard a very familiar voice shout from the other side.

You thought the boys were already on stage by now, you thought you heard the last call at least five minutes ago. 

What is he doing here?

The knocking continued, even harder than before, so you quickly ran to the door.

As soon as the lock clicked, Josh stormed inside and started rambling, words going at miles a minute.

He was already wearing his golden cape over the white jumpsuit with golden marine embroidery that you had designed just for him a couple of months prior, following his directions. 

After a second,  you stopped his ramblings, grasping his shoulders and shaking him slightly.

"JOSH!" You shouted over his words and he finally stopped.

"What's wrong? Why is your jumpsuit half unbuttoned? And why are you not on stage right now?" You fired these questions rapidly, to better understand the situation and he groaned.

"Well, that's clearly the fucking problem here!" He said, hands stroking his hair nervously as he gestured to the zipper.

"This damn zipper isn't working. And I can't go on stage in front of twenty thousand people like this, right? So that's why I am here." He whined.

He was standing next to the door, his exposed chest was glistening with sweat and rising and falling rapidly as he panted, stressed and nervous. 

The zipper was blocked down past his navel, under the little belt that circled his waist, his happy trail was exposed.

You started to blush.

"I need your help, I tried everything. I can't pull it up or down. I thought about using candle wax but I am afraid to stain the fabric and the more I try to open or close it, the more I am afraid to break it. I tried to untangle the fabric from the inside but I couldn't. And I can't even change because it WON'T GO DOWN." He sounded really frustrated and said this while tugging at the zipper to prove his point. 

"I am trapped, Y/N! I need your help" He whined  in defeat leaning against the wall and squeezing his eyes shut.

You couldn't help but look at his chest and feel a little tingle run down your spine. 

I have to stay professional.

You thought, your eyes following his rising and falling chest. 

You quickly recovered and tried to reassure him.

"Let's see what I can do to help you. If I can't do anything I am going to cut the zipper and I am going to stitch it again. You can wear another jumpsuit tonight." You said matter of factly, coming closer to where he was standing. 

"Oh fuck" He exclaimed and he grasped his head between his hands. 

"What?" You said, a confused expression slowly made its way on your face.

"I can't wear another one, they are all to the cleaners. This is the only one I have" he said in an apologetic tone and you panicked. 

"I am in charge of the wardrobe. Who did allow that? I am sure I didn't." You replied confused and a bit angry.

"I did" he said with a guilty smile.

You glared at him and he giggled. That stupid giggle you loved in other contexts. Now, you positively hated him.

"I should make you go on stage like this, troublemaker" you hissed through clenched teeth. 

"Please don't, help me, please" he was begging you now. You watched how he had his hands joined, bottom lip pushed out and puppy eyes.

As if it was really a problem for him. You knew that he didn't have any qualms about showing way too much of himself to the crowd, sometimes. 

You glared at him, but you began to think about what you could do to help.

You grabbed the zipper and tried to push upwards and downwards delicately. Obviously it didn't work. 

You knew what you had to do. The zipper probably wasn't working because some fabric had caught into it from the inside.

"Maybe the fabric of your boxers got caught inside the zipper, that's why it's not working" you said and he giggled again.

"That's impossible, mama" he said playfully and when he understood you didn't get it, he worded it for you. 

"It's impossible because I'm not wearing any" he said in a whisper and you blushed. 

Oh

Oh God

To make it work you had to stick your hands inside it and try to untangle it. 

And there was no way you could do that without pushing your hands really close to his private parts. 

Just when you were thinking of another solution, a voice sounded from the hallway. 

"Three minutes to the stage, you are already late!" Someone shouted and he panicked. 

"C'mon Y/N! Do something" he pleaded and you knew you had no other option. 

You grabbed the zipper again and leaned closer to him. Your fingers slowly made their way on the fabric, around it and slowly dipped inside. 

You noticed how his breathing stopped  as your fingertips slowly grazed the hot skin of his tummy, his hair there tickling you lightly. 

You tried to suppress the deep blush that was creeping onto your cheeks as your fingertips slowly traced the zipper on the inside, till you located the problem. 

You were tracing your finger on the little bump of fabric that was causing the tangle when the door flew open and Jake pranced into the room. 

He stopped dead in his tracks as he assessed the scene in front of his eyes, mistaking it completely. 

You saw the smirk growing on his lips, his eyes never leaving your hand literally down his brother's pants as you quickly pulled it away. 

"Well well well, have I interrupted something, here?" He said, in a playful mocking tone. 

It was Josh's turn to speak now. 

"Fuck off, Jacob. Y/N is helping me unstuck this damn zipper" he said harshly, panting slightly. 

"Yes, of course, whatever you say, brother. And I am going to believe this, right? I am not stupid, Joshua." Jake replied, his smirk still beaming. 

The deep blush covering your cheeks wasn't helping the singer prove his point. You knew you looked very guilty right now.

"Y/N, you have to make it quick, you have two minutes left to fix the "help my brother with the zipper" thing that 's going on here." Jake said and winked towards you, grabbing a water bottle.

You cleared your throat and crossed your arms. 

"Look, Jake, it really is stuck like that" you said, tugging uselessly at the zipper to prove your point.

"And, unless you want to be the one with a hand inside your brother's pants, you better let me do my job or he is coming on stage like this, OK? You threatened him by pointing your finger at him.

He quickly raised his hands and made a retching sound at the idea you just suggested.

"Well, I think I am going to give you some privacy." Jake said while chuckling and wiggling his eyebrows towards you. He left quickly before Josh could hit him. 

As Jake opened the door a voice shouted "One minute to the stage!"

Your eyes widened and so did Josh's. You quickly resumed your position in front of him and you slowly traced the zipper with your fingers.

You slipped them inside the jumpsuit and found the problem. 

You tried to tug lightly a few times but it didn't work. You felt how his breath hitched in his throat as the fabric slowly shifted against his bare skin and you blushed. 

Your blush intensified as you noticed how the situation was affecting him. 

Your hands were so close to his crotch that you knew he couldn't keep his mind from wondering what could happen if you pushed your hand lower. 

Actually, you could see very well the effect those thoughts were having on him, in the growing erection he was sporting. You could also feel his gaze burning on your face, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. 

You grabbed the zipper with your other hand and tugged upwards. At the same time the hand that was tucked in his pants tugged downwards and the zipper unlatched. 

The force with which you tugged at it caused your hand to dip lower in his pants and you both gasped at the same time. 

Oh

Oh, fuck.

You were almost sure you had touched him in the process and, rapid as a lightning you pulled your hand out of the jumpsuit. 

You couldn't look him in the eyes so you turned around to get a bottle of water for yourself. 

You couldn't see his shocked and slightly aroused expression as he thought about what had just happened. 

After a few seconds you heard him move and you heard the sound of the jumpsuit zipping up. 

"Y/N, how do I look?" He asked you, admiring himself in the full length mirror and checking his hair.

You turned around to properly look at him and he looked ravishing, as always. 

You were really proud of the work you had done while tailoring this jumpsuit. It was your favourite because it looked divine on him, it suited him perfectly. This meant that you could easily see every detail of his body. And, right now, the fabric was clinging to the very prominent bulge between his legs, making it impossible for you to focus properly on anything else.

You quickly averted your gaze and told him he looked great, ushering him out of the room to join his bandmates there. 

In the hallway, the moment Jake made eye contact with you, he smirked and winked, making you blush with embarrassment and anger.

You didn't have time to tell him off because the moment Josh set foot in the hallway,  they were quickly ushered to the stage.

You went back to the green room and leaned against the wall, trying to process the last ten minutes.

Thinking about what had just happened caused your heartbeat to quicken. You tidied the room and then sat on the couch, trying to calm down a bit. 

After a while, you managed to regain your composure and decided to go check from the side of the stage if Josh had finally managed to destroy the only jumpsuit he had left and flash twenty thousand people with a visual of his bare dick.

Not that he minded, you knew that very well.

You walked along the same corridor the boys had been ushered from less than an hour ago and you reached the side of the stage where Jake was. 

He was prancing around absolutely smashing it with his Gibson, as always.

As he spotted you, he winked and a menacing smug smirk twisted his features. 

You knew he had something in mind, you had seen the very thought develop in his beautiful talented brain.

He kept eye contact with you as his hand moved a few times up and down the fretboard of his guitar, very suggestively, producing a moaning sound.

You knew he was mimicking the actions he thought he had seen his brother and you partake in inside the green room.

To put the cherry on top, you blushed wildly at his action, from embarrassment, but he mistook it for guilt and laughed at your expenses. 

Smug bastard.

You decided to avert your eyes from his whoring demeanor only to land on his twin, who was already watching you.

He was still clothed, thank God, but the white fabric of his jumpsuit didn't conceal much. You could see, and so could everybody else, that the bulge was still there, and it was even more prominent than before.

You were about to go back to the green room when you noticed an imperceptible movement from Josh. The crowd in front of them didn't catch it, but you, standing there at the side of the stage, very much could.

He was grinding the tip of his erection against the mic stand, while singing.

It was almost non-existent at first, but he became more and more impatient as the time passed and his movements couldn't be mistaken from your point of view.

The moment his eyes landed on you, he did it again, but this time he let his head dangle backwards, exposing his sweaty  throat and neck and keeping his mouth open in a display of a silent moan.

He swallowed and you had to forcefully avert your eyes from the indecent bobbing of his Adam apple.

He even brought his hands up and arched his back with a little satisfied smirk on his beautiful face.

You turned around and almost sprinted towards your green room, heartbeat going a mile a minute.

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The concert was phantasmagorical as always.

When you heard the last pounds of Danny's drums you knew they were almost done. 

But this time you knew you wouldn't leave the venue soon, like you always did, following the boys in hotels or on the tour bus.

This time the owners of the venue had organised an afterparty for the band and the crew and everyone was invited. The boys had previously asked you if you were going to come and you didn't want to tell them no. So, even if you didn't like afterparties very much you agreed.

After a while, you heard the boys approach your door in the corridor and you went to open it to tell them how incredible they had been on stage.

When you opened the door, Sam and Danny passed by quickly and waved to you, heading to their respective green rooms.

Behind them you spotted the twins and, when they saw you waving at them too, they winked to you in sinc. 

Oh God. If alone they were trouble, together those two were an absolute menace.

You blushed and they snickered. Before you could hide into your green room, a black boot stopped the door from closing.

You knew who it was even before he entered.

Jake strutted inside, followed by Josh, still clad in the tight white jumpsuit. They were both sweaty. Jake's hair was clinging to his neck and throat and Josh curls were disheveled and damp from the exertion of performing.

"Are you coming to the afterparty, Y/N, right?" Jake said before gulping down half a water bottle in one go.

"You promised you would, so don't make up excuses or we are dragging you there by force" Josh said puffing his sweaty chest out, acting like a macho. 

"Well, macho man, you are not dragging me anywhere, and remember that, even if you wanted to, you would have to catch me first." You told him playfully, making him and Jake laugh.

"Just kidding Y/N, I wouldn't drag you anywhere. I would never force you to do something you don't want to." He said truthfully.

"Plus, I am a bit afraid of you, if I have to be honest. You are always so calm and collected, you can hide very well what goes on in that little beautiful head of yours." He said, smirking.

"Still waters run deep, brother" you heard Jake utter with a knowing tone, smug smirk plastered on his plump pouty lips.

They exchanged a look you didn't understand, their twin telepathy was working at its finest.

"C'mon boys, you have ten minutes to shower and clean up before the party" you said looking at your watch.

They thanked you and headed to their green rooms. 

You started to get ready, checking your almost non-existent make-up, your outfit and your hair.

You were about to exit when you heard a scream from the other side of the wall.

It was Josh.

You exited the room and simultaneously, his door flew open.

You could see very well that he was angry. You could also see very well that he was having the same problem with the jumpsuit as before. The zipper was stuck in the same spot as before, if possible even a little lower, exposing a whole lot of skin.

"Y/N!" He whined like a toddler. 

"Didn't I told you that you had to be extra careful with this zipper?" You questioned him, already knowing that your multiple warnings had fallen on deaf ears, as always.

"Yes, but…" he started  but was interrupted by another crew member.

"Guys, c'mon let's go. The party has started, you are the only people that are still missing" he said.

In the meanwhile, Jake had sauntered out of his room and was leaning against the wall across from you and his brother, smirking, with his hair still wet from the shower.

"Are you coming to the party like that, big brother?" Jake snickered pointing at his brother's state of undress.

"Not yet, Jakey, you go first and then we will join you as soon as Y/N fixes this damn zipper once and for all." The singer told him.

Jake's eyes landed on you, and he winked, coming closer, like a tiger stalking his prey.

You stayed frozen on the spot as he approached you. 

The smell of his body wash was clouding your senses. 

"Don't be late, it won't take much anyway, '' he said in a sultry manner, sounding cryptic as always. You pinpointed a bit of irony towards his brother state and you blushed.

"Fuck off, Jakey" Josh said grasping your wrist and leading you towards his room.

Jake left you two alone, but before leaving, he waved and winked.

Once you were inside the room, you closed the door and he groaned, fed up with the jumpsuit.

"I am not going to this party like this" he said, nothing but deadpanning.

"Josh, don't be dramatic, I am going to fix this zipper, I prosise, then you can go have fun" you tried to reassure him, but you understood there was something else bothering him.

You approached him and guided him against the wall to keep him still while you worked on the zipper. 

The moment his back touched the wall with a low thud, he exhaled a little breathy whimper that could have gone almost unnoticed if the room wasn't so silent.

This time, having a bit more time to work on it, you crouched down on your knees to be eye-level with the problem.

He closed his eyes and leant his head back on the wall, squeezing his eyes and his fists at his sides.

As soon as your fingers skimmed on the zipper, he bit his lips, with his eyes still closed.

You decided to pay no mind to him and traced your fingers on the inside of the zipper noticing the problem immediately. In doing so you brushed your fingers timidly on his flushed skin.

He couldn't take it anymore. 

He grasped your wrist and stopped you.

You gasped and searched his eyes. He drew a shuddering breath, then looked at you and regretted it immediately.

Seeing you like that, on your knees and with your big doe eyes looking up at him was worsening his state. 

You tried to pay no mind to the prominent bulge in his pants, but you were falling miserably.

"Josh" you whispered "Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, absolutely not, it's not that…" he said and trailed off.

"What is it then? I am going to help you if I can" you reassured him and he laughed.

"Well it wouldn't be really professional from me" he said, hardly looking you in the eyes.

"Give it a try. The worst that can happen is that I am going to slap your pretty face, Joshua" you said playfully and he snorted out a laugh.

"What if that's something I'm into, Y/N?" He said with a glint in his eyes, resembling his carefree everyday self.

"Well, that's good for you I suppose. C'mon, spit it out, what's bothering you?" You asked him still on your knees, with his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

He didn't say anything at first, but his face was portraying his inner struggle very well.

You were about to continue fixing his zipper when he spoke.

"It's just that…" he stopped and shook his head.

Then he tried to go on, but shut up again.

You decided not to push him, letting him organize his ideas.

Then he spoke, looking directly at you.

"It's just that it's been a while" he said and you could see a little blush spread on the apples of his cheek.

A meek smile was adorning his beautiful lips.

You wanted to punch yourself because of the enormous amount of time it took you to really understand what he meant. 

He mistook your embarrassment with confusion and decided to explain himself better.

"It's been a while since I had a beautiful girl with her hands inside my jumpsuit, let alone on her knees in front of me like you are now." He said, finally meeting your gaze.

You blushed wildly at his confession.

"And believe me, it's not that I didn't try to take the matter into my own hands, literally, but it just doesn't work anymore, I don't know why" he pointed out with a humorless laugh.

"What do you mean it doesn't work, Josh?" You asked him before you could stop yourself.

He opened and closed his mouth. For once in his life he didn't know what to say.

"In the sense that you do it and after it feels like you didn't and you feel the need to do it again or…" you voiced in a whisper trying to understand more.

He shook his head.

"I can't even finish Y/N. I feel like I am too wound up for it. I am anxious about it and anxiety worsens my state. To really enjoy it I should be relaxed, and right now I am absolutely not. I don't know what to do and I don't know who I should talk to about it. Telling my mother is absolutely out of the question.

Sam would make fun of me and Danny would be too embarrassed to speak." He said almost without breathing.

"Have you tried talking about it to your twin?" You suggested and he scoffed.

"I have tried but you won't like the answer." He said with a tired smile.

"What did he say?" You pressed him.

"He told me… never mind… forget about it. Just help me with this zipper so we can go have fun at the party." He said,  yanking uselessly at the zipper, without meeting your gaze.

You straightened up to be eye level with him pointing a finger in his face.

"You are not going anywhere until you tell me what your brother suggested" you threatened him and he smirked.

"You won't like it" he said in a defiant manner trying to discourage you.

"Well, let me at least think for myself, Joshua," you retorted.

"Ok, but don't tell me I didn't warn you. He told me to ask for your help, Y/N." He said and you blushed under his fiery gaze.

You already knew that probably Jake's advice would involve something dirty and yourself, but hearing Josh say it caused a shiver to run down your spine.

Now you understood all the little jokes, winks and sneers Jake kept sending your way for a while.

"Just drop it Y/N, it doesn't matter, let's go to the party, I don't care if people see me like this. Already twenty thousand people have, I am not afraid of thirty more" He said grabbing your wrist and starting to walk towards the door

You resisted him.

You couldn't believe you were really considering it, but he was your friend and you couldn't just ignore his suffering and go on like it was nothing. 

He had the courage to confess it to you so you wanted to help him.

He let go of your wrist and watched you closely, not understanding.

You turned towards the door and reached it.

Once you were in front of it, you heard his breath leave his lungs in a defeated huff. It was an almost imperceptible sound and you knew he didn't want you to hear it, but you did.

He thought you were going to leave.

Your hand reached for the key and, without a word, you turned it, closing the door.

You could feel his stare burning on the back of your head. 

You didn't immediately turn around. You tried to heaven out your breath and stop the trembling of your hands, first.

When you turned, he was already watching you. 

You moved and he backed away from you, until he was again with his back against the wall. 

You were in front of him now.

You couldn't believe you were about to do this.

It's not that your mind had never indulged in such thoughts. How could you not. You had eyes, you couldn't deny that he was astonishingly beautiful.

But thinking about really touching him was making you nervous. What if you couldn't help him? What if that ruined your friendship and your working relationship with him?

He was staring at you, not even blinking, but his breathing was becoming ragged. A little whimpery noise escaped his lips and you couldn't think straight anymore. 

Your hand pressed on his chest, delicately but firmly pinning him to the wall.

"Please" he whispered and you couldn't deny him.

Two of your fingers touched his chin and traced further down the hollow of his throat, his toned flushed chest painfully slow and you swore you saw him twitch in his pants. 

You continued till his navel then stopped.

He swallowed, looking directly into your eyes but didn't say anything.  

You were the one leading the game and you could decide everything.

Your fingers inched downwards and he whimpered softly into his throat.

You circled his navel and then began tracing his soft happy trail. 

His eyes never left the movement of your fingers.

As you reached the zipper you felt him quiver.

You slowly dipped them inside and his lips parted with a silent gasp.

His skin was scorching hot and so soft underneath your cold fingertips. 

You went further down and traced them on the edge of the patch of coarse pubic hair there.

You were about to dip your hand further down his pants when a thundering knock threatened to send the poor door to the ground.

"JOSHUA, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU ARE NEEDED AT THE PARTY RIGHT ABOUT NOW. SO STOP ADMIRING YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN THERE" a booming voice you recognised as their manager's snarled from the other side.

You jumped away from him with both your hands on your mouth trying to cover any kind of sound.

"I AM ALMOST READY, GIVE ME A MINUTE" Josh shouted from the inside.

"You have thirty seconds, or I am bringing you down myself" you heard the other man threaten before running away.

Josh huffed, defeated. 

"Let's go" He said without meeting your eyes

"You don't want to change? I can unstitch the zipper…" you tried to say but he interrupted you.

"No Y/N, let's go, don't worry" he motioned you outside and you followed him.

~ 

Thankfully, the party ended pretty quickly so it wasn't too late when the crew, the boys and you retreated back to the hotel that fortunately was on the other side of the road.

As you checked in, you noticed that your key number was different from the one of the other crew members. You understood that the hotel concierge had assigned you a room on the same floor as the guys. 

As you reached your floor with the fastest lift you had ever seen, Sam, Danny and Jake went right, wishing you good night, while you and Josh, who was wearing a tshirt that he had borrowed from Danny to cover his modesty, headed left, following the numbers on the walls. 

As you entered your room, you jumped face first on the bed, exhausted. 

After a while a knock on your door startled you.

"Sorry, Y/N. It's me again" you heard Josh mumble from the other side of the door.

You opened it and ushered him inside.

He was still wearing the damaged jumpsuit.

"Right, let me grab my scissors so I can try to unstitch this without tearing up the fabric." You said, rummaging through your bag.

"Stay there" you said and approached him.

He was still nervous and fidgety, but once you came closer to him he tried to calm down.

You pushed him lightly to lean against the wall and his breathing picked up slightly. 

The situation of the zipper was the same as before and so was the situation in his pants. He was positively straining against them.

You tried to concentrate on freeing him from the constriction of the jumpsuit.

Unceremoniously, you knelt down and stuck your fingers in the jumpsuit, bringing the white fabric away from his skin and closer to your face, to be able to work without cutting him.

Inevitably this caused the fabric to drag on his flushed skin, eliciting a strangled sound from deep in his chest.

"Sorry" you mumbled and then started working.

You managed to cut some threads and then you slowly moved downwards to unstitch the bottom of the zipper.

The break of a particular tight thread you were carefully yanking caused your wrist to brush inadvertently against his bulge and he almost doubled over with a pained groan.

He needs help, he can't relax like this, you thought blushing.

"I think you can free yourself from this burden now" you said referring to the damned jumpsuit, straightening up to look him in the eyes, with the torn half of the zipper in hand.

He looked even more handsome against that dark wooden wall. His tanned skin was very exposed thanks to the missing zipper and gleaming in contrast with the stark white of the jumpsuit. 

You knew he wanted to say something, anything to convince you to help him, but he couldn't find the courage.

You could see the battle between feeling good at last and staying professional behind his soft deep brown eyes.

You decided to ease his stress and help him.

"Thank you Y/N, you are the only one who can put up with me without freaking out. Thank you for your patience with this thing" he said sheepishly, pointing at the jumpsuit.

He was about to turn around and go when you stopped him.

"Josh" you said and the hand he had on the door handle dropped.

"Hmm?" He said turning around slowly.

You were the fidgety one now, wringing your hands in front of you.

You both started talking at the same time. 

"For what I said earlier…" he started

"Earlier in the green room…" your voices overlapped and you both blushed.

"Y/N, forget about it, it was absolutely unprofessional on my part, even rude. I am really sorry if I have upset you" he said genuinely concerned looking down at the floor.

"Josh, it's ok, don't worry, I am not upset at all" you said and he smiled.

He thanked you, wished you goodnight and was about to exit when you stopped him with a hand on his bicep.

"Josh, wait…" you whispered.

He slowly turned around and smiled at you. His usual beaming smile was blinding you now, and intimidating you at the same time.

"Let me…" you tried to say but you stopped, embarrassed

You exhaled and then went on.

"Let me help you, you can't stay like that" you whispered without meeting his eyes. 

"You don't have to, I will figure something out, you have already done enough for me tonight." He said truthfully.

"Ok, bye Josh, have a goodnight" you waved at him and he exited. 

~

You got ready for bed, but you couldn't sleep. You kept tossing and turning around uselessly thinking very unholy things about the man sharing your wall right now, who, to make matters worse, happened to be your boss.

You were about to stand and make a cup of tea, to help you calm down, when you heard the water running and a muffled groan on the other side of the wall. 

Then nothing.

After a few seconds, you heard it again, this time it was a curse and a long drawn out whimper.

You couldn't mistake what he was doing, or at least, trying to do.

Those noises erased even the last bit of sleep that your brain possessed and turned you on beyond belief.

Your panties were sticking to your skin now and you almost slipped one hand into them for a quick needed solo session, but you stopped.

He sounded like he was in pain. He wasn't having fun doing that, like he should be. You couldn't let him feel like that. You wanted to help him, or at least try to.

You stood and, without a thought, a second later you were knocking softly at his door.

Nothing

You knocked again and you heard some commotion coming from the other side.

You heard the peep-hole open then close and he finally opened the door.

"Y/N? Is everything ok?" He asked. He had only a towel on, his curls damp and unruly.

"Yes…well, no. I couldn't sleep and I heard you were awake too and I wanted to know if you wanted to watch a film with me" you blatantly lied to him, but what else could you do? Or say?

"Hi Josh, I heard you were trying to masturbate in the shower and I wanted to help you?" No way, you really couldn't tell him that.

He smiled softly and let you in. 

"Of course, go sit on the bed, I am going to change and I'll join you in a minute" he said softly, going to the bathroom to change.

You sat against the headboard and waited for him, wringing your hands together and torturing your bottom lip with your teeth, until it was almost bleeding.

After a while, he came back clad into a soft worn white tshirt and grey shorts. He climbed on the bed and sat, mirroring your position.

"Do you have any idea on which film you want to see, Y/N?" He said, patting your bare thigh.

This made you shiver, but you masked it with a shrug.

"No, Josh, I trust you with the choice" you said, feeling his hand burn on your bare skin.

You two set on a movie that was already playing on some channel. He had already seen it and granted you it was good.

You watched it in silence for a while. 

You were slowly drifting off to sleep, with your head on his shoulder, but a sex scene came on the screen and, suddenly, you were wide awake again.

You felt him tense but you didn't say anything. 

You heard him shift as the scene progressed and an imperceptible whine left his lips because his movement caused the cotton of his shorts to caress his still strained cock.

He thought you were sleeping so he slowly lowered you on the pillow and stood. He started to pad towards the bathroom but you stopped him with a call of his name.

"Josh" you whispered and he stopped but didn't turn.

You stood and reached him.

He turned and leant against the wall, head in his hands, panting.

You couldn't wait anymore. 

You wanted to make him feel good.

You grabbed his wrists and lowered them to his sides. He looked at you then, with big shiny eyes. He looked so young and tired. His expression was painful and conflicted.

"Stop me if this is something you don't want." You whispered into his ear, placing a trembling hand on his chest and meeting his nervous gaze.

"Y/N, I don't want you to do this" he tried to say but, as you pressed him a bit more against the wall, he shivered and a breathy impatient whine left his lips.

"Shh Josh, just tell me what you need, nobody will know about this" you whispered.

"Please…" he whispered back.

You slowly lifted his tshirt exposing his tanned chest and then you discarded it on the floor.

His gaze was smoldering. 

"Please what, Joshua?" You whispered, encouraging.

He squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them again, locking gazes with you. You saw a new fervor inside them.

"Please, touch me" he huffed out.

You repeated the same actions that their manager had interrupted before into the green room.

You placed two fingers on his chin, and slowly dragged them down, on his neck, between his pecs and on his tummy. You swirled them slowly around his navel and trailed them even lower, following his happy trail and stopping against the hem of his shorts. 

He was panting now, his heavy breathing was the only sound filling the room.

You moved even closer to him to whisper into his ear. In doing so you placed a trembling hand on his chest, right on his heart. It was beating furiously underneath your palm and it only spurred you on.

"Is it ok if I take these off?" You asked, tracing your finger on the waistband of his shorts.

"Please" he whispered. 

You knelt down and started kissing the flushed skin right above the waistband. You sucked a faint mark there and he rewarded you with a breathy moan of your name.

You hooked a finger into the waistband and started to pull his shorts down, slowly.

"Fuck" he groaned as the fabric touched his sensitive skin.

As your fingers moved the cotton downwards, you felt him shiver, goosebumps rising on the soft skin of his hips.

The grey fabric pooled at his feet and a relieved moan left his lips as his erection was freed from that constriction.

Your eyes were trained on him and your mouth watered. 

He was rock hard and twitching against his tummy, the skin was flushed and the head was an angry shade of red and already leaking. 

White drops of precum were adorning his sensitive tip. He was beautiful.

The mere contact with the slightly cooler air of the room, caused his hips to buck forward, in search of friction.

"Hand or mouth, Josh?" You asked and he groaned.

"Whatever you want, Y/N, whatever" he all but sobbed, and you couldn't take it anymore. You needed to taste him.

You decided for a combination of both and you went to work.

You slowly wetted your lips and swirled the hot tip of your tongue on his head, wrapping your hand slowly around him.

He moaned, loudly, and you whimpered. His skin was scorching hot and his salty taste was heavenly.

The sudden contact with your warm tongue caused him to almost lose his balance. You spotted an armchair, close to where you were kneeling and motioned for him to take a seat.

"Josh, sit down" you said and he nodded.

When he sat down, you resumed your position between his legs and he twitched.

"Lay back and relax" you told him and he obliged without a single word.

You took the tip between your lips and slowly made out with it, swirling your tongue around the foreskin, paying extra attention to the little spot under his head that had his hands claw at the arm rests. 

"Oh my… fuck, Y/N" he whined and you stopped, letting him regain his breath.

"When was the last time you came, Josh?" You asked and he blushed.

"Fuck, almost a month ago, I think" he confessed.

In response, you placed your hands on his thighs and took him into your mouth. He doubled over with a loud curse.

With every sucking motion, he was letting out a whimper, signaling to you that he was close.

As you kept pleasuring him, his hips started bucking upwards every time you took him deeper into your mouth. 

You tried to fight your gag reflex as he hit the back of your throat a few times. Tears were starting to prickle at the corners of your eyes but you didn't care.

You locked gazes with him and he warned you through gritted teeth.

"Y/N, you better stop if you don't want me to…" he started but trailed off when he felt you swallow around him, the muscles of your throat clenching around him.

"Shit, Y/N, I am cumming." He groaned and a second later you felt his hot release trickle down your throat. 

His taste made you feel hazy and lightheaded. 

He kept moaning and whining low in his chest as your mouth stayed on him through his entire orgasm.

He let out a shuddering breath but was still hard inside your mouth.

His eyes were shiny and watery, his expression was completely fucked out as he met your gaze.

You kept your mouth on him, despite the soreness of your jaw and started sucking again, gently.

"Fuckfuckfuck" he whispered as both his hands grasped your hair.

You kept swirling your tongue around his shaft, tracing every ridge and vein and sucking relentlessly but gently, positively making him lose his mind. 

He couldn't keep quiet, choruses of pleas filled the room and, when your hand started kneading softly at his balls, he came again suddenly without warning and with a wailing satisfied scream.

You swallowed his warm release again without a second thought, savouring every last drop of him.

This time you released him slowly and he shivered at the loss of the warmth that your mouth was providing him.

Without a word, you straightened up, wiped your chin with the back of your hand and left him there, still twitching, naked and bewildered, wondering if what happened was real or a figment of his wicked imagination.

[azulera]

Hello TikTok

Pairing: Marcus Rashford x Black Reader

Summary: Marcus joins TikTok, and you share your thoughts on his first post.

Notes: I wrote this a while ago and it was inspired by the first vid he posted on tiktok which I laughed at for days. He is such a dork (I'm in l*ve with him)

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The sudden notification to your phone was unexpected, not because of the app it came from, but because Marcus’ name was attached to it. Settling deeper into the corner of the couch, you opened the link to the TikTok video and let it play.

The background was dark, and the footage was slightly grainy, but clearly showed Marcus in a black hoodie, kicking about in a nondescript patch of grass. There was a row of streetlamps behind him, but no eye-catching edits, background music or even TikTok sounds underlying the recording, only the rubbery whack of the ball against his trainers as he bounced it off them and up in the air. After a few moments, the ball flew from his feet and clattered into the camera.

“Yes, everyone— Marcus Rashford, here.” He suddenly spoke, the phone now in his hand and the camera focused on his face. The cheery, formal tone of his voice mismatched with the dark setting.

“And I am on TikTok.”

The video slowed to a stop with his face still in the frame, and the abrupt ending forced a burst of laughter through your lips. Was that all?

You played the video once more, raising the volume and screen brightness to make sure you’d seen and heard everything. The kick-ups could have been anyone’s suggestion, you thought on the second viewing, but the less-than-perfect lighting and straightforward script had your boyfriend written all over it. Still, you had many, many questions.

“Marcus, when did you post this?”

“Post what?”

He walked in the living room from the kitchen with a protein bar in hand, before plopping down onto the couch. He stretched his long frame out over yours, fitting the curve of your hip into his hand.

“This,” You said, flipping your phone screen for him to see his own face reflected back at him. He smiled softly.

“Oh, the TikTok? Just a minute ago. Go on and like it, though, repost it.” He grabbed for your phone, but you pulled it away, watching the video over again. On the screen, and in real life, you could see how proud he was of his creation.

“And you came up with the idea, then? Knocking the phone over with the ball?”

“Well, yeah. Why?”

“I’m just curious. It’s …” You bit down on your lip. The audio of the video continued playing from your phone in a loop. “You didn’t want to run it by anyone first? Even just me, or like, one of your video editing people?”

His eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean? I did run it by my team and them first, before I posted it.”

“And what did they say?”

“They thought it was cool. And funny, like. Wait - why’re you laughin?”

Your body shook lightly where Marcus held it, and you covered your mouth to spare his feelings, and mute the sound. He lifted his head up from your chest, unsure that the two of you were laughing for the same reasons.

“It is cool, innit? Don’t you think it’s cool?”

Words were impossible for a few moments, with your shoulders still vibrating with giggles and breath all but gone.

“You couldn’t have added a song at least?” You asked when air returned to your lungs. “Or some kind of audio, it’s dead silent in the back. And why did you end it like that? You could’ve done an outro or something.”

“But it didn’t need all of that, did it? It were supposed to be a short little thing—“

“Also what is ‘Yes, everyone?’” You continued. Marcus huffed and tried to leave the couch, but you held him close, still laughing as you did. “What are you saying yes to? And the camera angle is giving me uncle, grandpa energy, I can’t even–”

“Okay, okay! Low it.” Marcus sucked his teeth and set his jaw, raising on his forearms above you. “S’not that funny. I mean, it is but, not how you mean. I still rate it. It’s cool.”

He spoke like he meant to convince himself. You stared up at him for a minute, taking in the small rut creasing his forehead, and the near pout on his lips. The video was hilarious, there was no point denying it, but it was so innocent, earnest and slightly dorky – all things you loved about him – and he really was so pleased with his work. Even if your abdomen cramped from laughing, you would never have him change.

“You know what, baby? You’re right. The video is cool.” You pushed your face into his shoulder to try and quell the amusement still threatening to bubble over. “You are so cool. And so funny. Super cool and funny. ”

“Plus, it’s harder than it looks, you know. Aiming the ball like that.” He let his head fall back down to your chest. “And I did it one try.”

“Shhh, I know it is, I know. You are so talented. Come here.” He turned his head away from the half-laugh, half-kisses you attempted to press against his neck, but it only made you try harder.

“It’ll be viral by tomorrow.” He finally grumbled, tossing your phone onto the coffee table and allowing himself to be kissed. Soon he spread his arms to resume the previous cuddle. “You’ll see.”

[transformers-platonic]

Can you make a story where tfp Ultra Magnus had a mental breakdown because of his PTSD from the war and Optimus just there to comfort him as a older brother figure? Thank you.

-Sorry for the slow reply, I did like the request. This is a lot more serious than what I normally write so I apologize if this isn’t my best work. For any readers who would be triggered by mentions of PTSD in writing, please be aware the story has it.-

Ultra Magnus was sitting in the base. It was quiet, the quiet both unnerved him and made him feel calm. He heard the sound of the base’s door opening and jumped, relaxing only when he saw recognized the familiar sound of Bumblebee, Arcee and Bulkhead entering the base, no doubt with the three humans who frequented the base.

He shifted uncomfortably, the humans tended to bring noise with them. He shut his optics, “I can’t deal with the noise, not today.” He thought to himself with a slight tremble.

Deciding he would feel safer in his room, he stayed while he heard the children talking excitedly with the others. He took deep breaths in order to try to calm himself down.

Things were going well until he heard some squeeling noise. His mind suddenly went to one of the last battles on Cybertron. That sound, he heard it all over the battlefield as those he fought alongside as brothers were torn apart. The squeeling of the metal of his friends. He didn’t even think about his next actions, the next thing he knew was he was rushing out of the base quickly. The confused look of the others didn’t even register for him.

He drove out of the base quickly and as he drove he didn’t register the rules of the road. Hours later, he found himself in a deserted area with no knowledge of how he ended up there or how to return to base. He didn’t wish to show weakness by calling the others to ask for directions but knew he would need to head back.

The fact he was lost only escalated his fear and he felt like his spark was burning as the idea of being lost began to crowd his senses.

“Ultra Magnus.” Optimus said gently as he found him, “Are you alright.”

Ultra Magnus paused, he wanted to say everything was fine but he couldn’t bring himself to lie to his commander. “No, I must admit that I am not and I understand if you request I leave the team for my display.”

“No one is angry that you reacted that way, I simply reached out as I was concerned as a friend.” Optimus said.

“The squeeling noise I heard, it reminded me too much of a battlefield.” Ultra Magnus confessed.

“I understand and I can ask the others to be careful about it. The noise was Miko and Rafael testing a new computer audio program and it malfuctioned.” Optimus said.

Ultra Magnus looked away in shame.

“It is understandable why it brought those memories and you have done nothing wrong, I simply wanted to let you know that in this case there was no danger.” Optimus said to him.

Ultra Magnus nodded.

“Would you wish to head back to base?” Optimus asked.

Embarrassment filled Ultra Magnus again. “I must confess, I failed to pay attention to where I was and lost my way.” He confessed.

“I will return with you and we can sit on the roof of the base, it is a known area for those in the base who wish for quiet.” Optimus said.

Ultra Magnus, smiled at that. “Thank you sir.” He said.

They drove to the base and sat on the rooftop quietly.

“Would you like company?” Optimus asked.

Ultra Magnus managed to let out a nod.

The two of them sat in silence for some time.

“I always thought if I could just follow all the regulations, I would be fine; that I could avoid feeling like this.” Ultra Magnus confessed after a bit.

“I understand.” Optimus replied. “However you do not have to face these feelings alone. May I ask how long you have been struggling with it?”

“Since I arrived but it was manageable until a few days ago. I’m sorry sir, I don’t know why I failed to manage it.” Ultra Magnus replied.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Optimus replied kindly. “It is normal to struggle with these feelings and rely on each other.”

Ultra Magnus said nothing at that.

The two of them spent hours sitting in silence.

“Thank you.” Ultra Magnus finally said after a few moments.

“Anytime.” Optimus said.

[penny-the-pissed-poltergeist]

RWBY volume 2 finale rewatch thoughts, Critical AKA RWDE content ahead.

.Jaune has good taste in very dumb dubstep, I'll give him that

.NPR: RWBY are good at their jobs, what's the worst that coul-"Air raid sirens" OH GOD DAMNIT

.Ren being concerned about his team abandoning a village is foreshadowing for his and Nora's backstories I didn't expect to find here

.Ruby is "useless without her weapon" but she uses kicks rather effectively, also nice Haloid/Matrix reference

.Weiss makes a sword out of Dust before she even gets the knight summon, tell me why they needed to throw those bootleg shin-megami-tensei demons on her moveset at all?

.Jaune wins by the swordplay equivalent to spamming the A button

.Oh god the Junior detectives bit. You are in the middle of a war zone this isn't funny and kills the tone. At least we aren't at the point where Sun is nothing but unfunny jokes but this is the start of that.

.Ruby Saluting the Atlus military and then said Military being just as useful against Grimm feel so antithetical to what a lot of An//ti-Rwdes keep spewing

.Cinder why are in your Villain dress? Also Emerald ass shot no one needed.

.Why does Emerald just a have a better version of Ren's weapon?

.UGHHH team CFVY are overrated as fuck, they basically steal the finale from the characters we actually give a shit about, their theme song while not being bad is just a audio embodyment of trying to hard, and they are built up like such a big deal only to job to the villains, have Velvet get her one cool scene later, and then never be relevant again for like 7+ years outside of books I've heard nothing but bad things about.

.The aura expansion/explosion thing Fox does is cool though, at least. Wait Ren also did a move like that once, why doesn't anyone ever use that move again?

.That is giant ass Beowolf holy shit. also you can really tell a 2010's gamer bro wrote that clothing store line.

."You spent all semester building that up" Coco people are in danger, let her fight you fashion fascist...

.Yeah if you didn't already know, Coco is based on the IRL fashion designer Coco Channel who turned out to be a Nazi, like Nazi party Nazi not neo nazi shit, this was that long ago. I want to give them the benefit of the doubt but this was not common info at the time but you could find it and RT was known to be very edgy and outright offensive (just look up some shit they were saying on internet box) and the leader of a team made up mostly of minorities being lead by a Nazi sounds like a joke they might make, and Coco has some WWII influences in her design, and her being confirmed as lesbian later sounds like it could be a play on the "nazis are secretly gay" thing and... Just please tell me this was unintentional, I don't want to think about this anymore.

.Coco also destroys any hope the Grimm being a threat have, why do they become like.. rubble?

.You can really tell the animation was either running out of budget or was rushed or both in this episode

."Yay we all did it, even though team CVFY did 90% of the work"

.How is there still 7 minutes of episode left?

.Blake says multiple people are behind bars so I am going to believe most of those WF members didn't die, Banesaw lives godamnit

.Zwei mimicking Yang is really cute

."We have no idea what happening, let's go take a nap"

.They try to paint the council as unreasonable for putting Ironwood the charge but he just helped the Kingdom defend itself and we all know how much negativity sports can cause, IRL sports riots are a thing.

.Council are not in the wrong at all for questioning Ozpin, bro is letting the leader of another kingdom in on the truth but not his own,

.Those cells look really cramped, that's a little messed up

.Roman's dialog is fucking gold, I don't much else to say about it

.How is today a success Cinder? Your plan went off early and was stopped

.ADAM... yeah that's it

.Ah the Raven scene, the one that retconed into a fucking dream because no one had any idea what Monty was trying to do with Raven and he died before anyone could learn, it's just fucking sad

[fandomcaseymix]

A Mech Or A Monster?

Author's note: well, another oneshot for @sugarand-everythingnice's AU. I got really inspired when I listened to 'A Man or A Monster' by Sam Tinnesz. I just thought it fits in perfectly for the story.

Have fun reading!

Summary: Wheeljack reflects on his current state while the team tries to help him feel welcomed again.

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When you close your eyes, what do you see?

Wheeljack shuddered awake again. He opened his sleepy optics a bit and glanced around the room, blinking a couple of times. His overly amplified audios were straining to listen to the surroundings, trying to catch something. A few minutes passed, and the Wrecker, noticing nothing suspicious, closed his optics, intending to go into recharge.

Wheeljack has lost count of how many times he has slipped out of the real world into the dreamland. Every time everything happened according to the same pattern: he was asleep, he heard something or so it seemed to him, he woke up, he listened to the sounds, he fell asleep and woke up again. The white mech was so tired of these three times cursed instincts that he was ready to give up. Well, his natural stubbornness and pride did not allow him to do it. The Wrecker wanted to sleep. And let those who want to disturb him roll into the slag.

Do you hold the light, or is darkness underneath?

This war was exhausting. It drained all the internal fluids out of him like an energon vampire. It tortured, it killed, it took everything away. It seemed that the balance in the universe had decided to outweigh the evil side. The Wrecker was tired of fighting. All of the Autobots were tired of the centuries-old war, which turned from a simple struggle for freedom and equality into a merciless massacre for power and resources. They would have given up long ago and stopped fighting if it wasn't for the Earth. They had lost their home, so they couldn't let others lose theirs because of their war.

In your hands, there's a touch that can heal.

Another instinct pulled him out of a half-doze. Wheeljack lifted his beastly head and brought his right paw closer to his optics, examining it. His dark gray fingers were relaxed, and the curved claws protruding from them glittered in the dimly lit hangar in the corner of which he was sleeping. There was nothing familiar left of his old servos that he could look at calmly. The white mech made a couple of movements, clenching and unclenching his paw into a fist, as far as its current appearance allowed, and lowered the limb flat on the concrete floor, laying his head next to it.

But in those same hands, is the power to kill.

The sharp claws scraped the floor with a long, nasty screech. Somehow Wheeljack restrained himself from grimacing at the unpleasant sound for his sensitive hearing, and tightly squeezed the optics shut. He was disgusted to see all that had been done to him. In the moments of transformation from an ordinary Cybertronian to.. this the white mech desperately wanted to just shut down or at least just die to just not feel pain. It seemed that Shockwave wanted the Wrecker to remain conscious and feel this unbearable pain. Wheeljack could hardly decide for himself which was worse: to suffer from a painful transformation or to see how all the Autobots were scared of him? With each passing day, the white mech inclined to believe the second option. He had been tortured during interrogation before, so he was already used to experiencing pain.

Are you a man, or a monster?

Are you a man, or a monster?

Wheeljack felt an irritated growl come out of his throat. During the time he was here, huddled in the farthest corner of another hangar, he was able to think about a lot. Usually, the mech was always the first to get into battle, without thinking about the consequences, but here... apparently, his current condition has changed that. The same question flashed through his processor over and over again, to which he could not find an answer.

What is he?

Who is he now? Is he still a mech? Or a monster that lives only by instincts?

A mech or a Monster?

Are you a man, or a monster?

When you look at yourself, are you a man

Or a monster?

And once again, this eternal conflict between the processor and the spark. The former insisted that he was a predacon, a monster whose purpose was only hunting and atrocities. The latter tried to reach out to the mind, saying that deep inside he was still the same Wheeljack before the experiment, no matter that his appearance was different. And Wrecker didn't know what to do, trying to figure out who he was now.

Are you a man, or a monster?

How long can this go on? Is that life when everyone looks at him like a monster? What should he do now? Will the team be able to accept him like this?

When you look at yourself, are you a man

Or a monster?

Wheeljack sighed, relaxing his entire frame. He was too tired to think about it again. Slagging instincts...

Pat.

The Wrecker lazily opened his optics, once again listening to the sounds. There was almost dead silence. The only sound was the wind in the ventilation. Shrugging his shoulderpads, the mech turned predacon tried to fall asleep again.

Patpatpat.

Huh? That sound again.

Patpatpat.

Okay, so he wasn't hearing things.

Wheeljack pricked up his audio sensors. The sound was quiet, even for his super hearing, frequent, as if someone very small was approaching him. Who was it? Were there humans? What did they want from him?

The footsteps faded, and a voice rang out in the silence.

"Wheeljack?"

The Wrecker froze, recognizing the voice. It was Miko.

"Jackie? You awake?" the girl asked again, and the mech felt her knuckles tapping on his paw. The cybertronian did not answer, sleepily turning his muzzle away from the human. Miko snorted. "Come on, I know you're not sleeping."

Wheeljack sighed wearily.

"Go away, kid," he said, growling irritably.

"Maybe we should leave him alone." a second voice said, a boyish one. Raf is here too? It turns out that...

"I don't know, but we wanted to help," a third voice replied. Jack, he remembered. "Considering how the ‘Bots behave around him..."

"No, we'll do what we planned!" Miko declared and, tapping the white metal again, began to push his paw back and forth. "Come on, Wheeljack, wake up! Come on, we're going to watch a movie with the Autobots!"

"Leave me alone," Wheeljack grumbled, gently pushing the human girl away from him.

"Man, you sound like Ratchet!" Miko pouted, offended,and began pushing the strong metal limb again. "Why are you silent? Help me!"

"Miko, it seems to me that Wheeljack clearly said to be left alone," Jack tried to put his friend down.

"But he's an Autobot, too!" Miko objected, making another attempt to shake Racker awake.

"No, I'm not," Wheeljack replied, unable to hold on, pulling his paw towards him so that the girl could not touch him.

"You're an autobot, Jackie! We all think so!" Miko exclaimed, and the boys supported her. "You're still you! That's cool!"

The Wrecker was silent for a few seconds. He knew it was true. His identity was still with him, he didn’t follow his instincts and was in a sober mind and a bright memory. But how can he convince himself of this so that he doesn't doubt it at every step?

The white mech slowly rose to his paws, restraining the urge to grimace at the screeching sound. He approached the teenagers and threateningly brought his head closer to them. As expected, the Earth children backed away as soon as he stood up.

"Tell me, kids," Wheeljack began slowly, blowing a stream of warm air over them, and looked at each of the teenagers in turn. "What do you see?"

The boys and the girl stood in silence, as if trying to find words. The Wrecker watched each of them closely. All he saw there was fear.

"Just as I thought," the white mech said softly and turned his head to return to his spot and finally fall asleep.

"I see you," he heard Miko's voice and froze abruptly.

"What?.." he asked, thinking that he had misheard, and returned his attention to the earthlings.

"I see you, Jackie," the Japanese girl repeated, stubbornly lifting her chin. "We see you. Not the monster. Not the beast. Not even the predacon. You."

"She's right," Jack said, squaring his shoulders confidently. "Despite the fact that your appearance has changed, you are still you. Our friend and a member of the Autobot team."

"No, I’m not," the Wrecker shook his head, denying the words he had heard. He didn't need pity. Their words didn't help.

"You know, there’s a saying on Earth," Raf chimed in, coming closest to the white mech. "Appearances can be deceptive. Someone who looks scary can be very kind."

"Exactly! You're still the same Wheeljack who defeated that imposter! We destroyed Hardshell together! Have you forgotten all this, Jackie?" Miko exclaimed, making Wheeljack flinch.

Indeed, how could he forget that? He's a Wrecker! He's an Autobot, for Primus' sake! How can any experiment change that? They tried to break him down and kill him thousands of times, but he eventually broke free and returned!

Jackie always comes back, Bulkhead said when it came to the white mech. Yes, he always came back. But this time he wasn't happy to be back.

Wheeljack sighed wearily, the wave of fleeting enthusiasm subsided as suddenly as it had rolled in. No matter how right Miko was, the Wrecker still doubted that he would be accepted the way she had accepted him.

"Sorry, kid," he said in a strangled voice and squinted to the side, not daring to look the human in the eye. "I appreciate your support, but it's much more complicated. It's better for me to be alone, as I'm used to. You can watch the movie without me."

"Actually, it was Jack's idea," Raf said, trying to get the white autobot's attention again. "And Optimus approved it. Even Ultra Magnus agreed to participate in watching the movie with us. Come, Wheeljack, you'll like it!"

"Come on, Jackie! You're part of our family too!" Miko supported the boy.

Wheeljack opened his mouth in a daze, his fangs flashing slightly.

You're part of our family too.

He didn't even know what to say to that. Did Miko really consider him her family? Even after what happened to him? How lucky Bulkhead is to have such an amazing girl as his partner. Her optimism could only be envied. Maybe it's worth a try after all? What if it really helps him to restore his former relationship with the Autobots with his current appearance? If even Ultra Magnus decided to join, then why not?

"Fine," Wheeljack finally agreed, making Miko squeal with joy.

"You'll see, you'll like it!" she said enthusiastically and headed for the exit of the hangar. "Come on!"

"In that case, what is the name of the movie?" Wheeljack asked, following the energetic girl.

Raf was the one who answered the question.

"Actually, it's an animated movie," he clarified, catching up with the Autobot. "It's called ‘How to Train Your Dragon’."

The Wrecker felt the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.

What an irony. A cartoon about a dragon, the earthly equivalent of a predacon, what could be worse? Maybe he agreed in vain? Although... The kids said he would like it. Well, if they say so, then it's probably true.

When they arrived at Hangar E, Wheeljack was surprised by what he saw. All of the Autobots of the Team Prime were gathered in the huge room, even Mrs. Darby and Fowler came here. Instead of dispersing in fear, the ‘Bots and humans looked as if they were glad to see him. No fear, no wariness, no hostility. Were they really glad that he had decided to join them? Bulkhead spoke first.

"Jackie!" He smiled broadly. "Come, we even saved you a seat."

Wheeljack grinned out of habit. Now he had no doubts.

"Count me in, buddy."

The movie turned out to be very interesting. He liked the main character with a slightly strange name Hiccup. The inventive kid was somewhat similar to him, but at the same time there was a resemblance to Toothless, the black dragon. Raf was right: the dragons from the movie weren’t evil at all, like Wheeljack himself, and these Vikings mercilessly killed them without knowing the whole truth. Slag, they didn't even think to wonder why the dragons behaved like that! An intelligent race, yeah, sure...

Autobots were just as interested as humans. However, this was probably the kids’ idea. The Wrecker was even glad that he agreed to join.

Unknowingly, Wheeljack finally fell asleep, leaning on Bulkhead, next to whom he was sitting surrounded by the rest of the Autobots and humans.

No. Not just any Autobots or humans.

His family.

[lifetimeshipper]

The Beauty and the Predacon

Chapter 7

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Wheeljack and Ratchet return to base feeling triumphant but also defeated. Triumphant because they got a Predacon fossil and rescued June and Fowler from Knock Out, but they feel awful that they couldn't get Arcee away from the 'Cons and bring her back to base.

"Mom! Are you okay!?" Jack asks as he runs up to his mother.

"I'm fine, Jack," June responds with a smile.

Jack looked at June and Fowler and felt like there was something more, "What are you not telling me?"

"We have some news, Magnus," Ratchet says as he and Wheeljack walk over to Magnus and Bulkhead.

"I can already see you have the Predacon fossil."

"There's something else, we-" Before Ratchet could say anything further, Optimus called in for a Ground Bridge, "I'll say when Optimus and the others get here." He walks over to the Ground Bridge controls to open up the  Ground Bridge.

Optimus, Bumblebee, and Smokescreen drive through the  Ground Bridge and into the base and the Ground Bridge closes. The three transform and look at the others, "We got half of a fossil, the Decepticons got the other half," Optimus says as he shows them the fossil. "How about you guys? Any luck?"

"We each got a fossil. But it seems Ratchet has some news for us."

Optimus looks over to his old friend, "What is it, Ratchet?"

"Knock Out had captured June and Fowler and we had to go after him to save them. While we were chasing him we saw Arcee."

All audio receptors and ears are now open as all their attention is on Ratchet, "You saw Arcee? How is she? Were you not able to save her?" Jack starts throwing out questions.

Wheeljack's the one to speak, "We saw her jump out of the Ground Bridge that was open for the 'Con."

Ratchet cuts in, "She seemed to be fine, no injuries or any sign of her being tortured, but Vehicons were sent through to attack and distract us while Knock Out went after Arcee to recapture her. By the time we finished with the Vehicons, Knock Out had run through the Ground Bridge with Arcee."

"That's good they haven't harmed her but it makes me wonder what they're up to. What do they want with her?" Optimus ponders.

"Whatever it is we have to find a way to save her from it," Jack says with worry.

Optimus looks down at the boy, "We will Jack, we're not gonna abandon her."

"That's right, we'll never abandon a teammate," Smokescreen says in comfort.

"The only problem is that we don't know where the Decepticons are. So we have no way of planning out a rescue," Ultra Magnus puts in.

Optimus nods, "That is true, but we shall keep looking."

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Arcee continues watching the Predacon as he looks over one data after another about Predacons. She glances over to the Energon cubes that had been brought almost a day ago, there is still a cube and a half sitting next to her. She realizes that she hasn't seen any of the Decepticons, not Starscream or Shockwave or the Vehicons all day. 

She heard a bit of commotion from inside the ship a bit ago but nothing else. She just shrugged it off as she looked back to the Predacon just as he turned away from the monitor, when he turned and looked at her she could tell he had some stuff running through his processor. It's like he's calculating or trying to figure something out.

He walks over to where she's sitting and lays down in front of her, lying his helm down he closes his optics. Arcee looks at him and notices the little burn marks on his armor plating from Starscream jabbing him with the electrical rod. The sight of it stirs anger in her spark, that mech has no respect or care for anyone. Arcee grabs one of the Energon cubes and moves over to the Predacon's side, she dips her fingers into the Energon and places it on the burn mark on his side.

The Predacon's helm shoots up and he immediately turns and hisses at her as he gets ready to attack. Arcee puts up her servo to reassure him, "It's okay, I'm just putting some Energon on your burns."

He looks at her as she reaches over to put more Energon on the burn but he does nothing to stop her. He mostly reacted because he was startled and thought some bot was trying to hurt him in his sleep. He starts calming down and becomes more at ease, this treatment feels really good. He continues to watch her as she rubs the Energon over his burns, he's not sure why but he keeps getting more and more attracted to her. She would indeed make an excellent mate he has no doubts about that, he knows he made a wise choice.

Some noises come from within the ship causing them to look at the door and put up their guard. The Predacon's not sure what could be going on in there but if it's something dangerous that could harm his future mate he certainly will take out the threat and keep her safe.

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Sorry it's so short, Predaking is getting ready to reveal himself to the Decepticons and Arcee and I want to put it all in one chapter. So his big reveal will be in the next chapter. :)

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Chapter 1

Next Chapter

[oliverreedmasterass]

Credits and shoutout to @starcatcherkiszka​ for the fic idea!! 

In case you want something to listen to while you read: ✨Summer of 69 Playlist✨

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: language

Synopsis: Greta Van Fleet somehow manages to travel back in time to the Summer of 69, during the Woodstock Art and Music festival. You can only imagine what hijinks they’re going to get up to. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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“How much longer do we have to stay here?” Sam groaned from his spot on the carpeted floor of their soundbooth, staring up at the paneled ceiling with dread.

“Until we get this track right,” Jake called to him as he took a seat on a rickety old stool for a quick rest. “We’re almost there.” 

“You said that 25 minutes ago,” Sam protested. “You big liar.” 

“It is almost 2am,” Danny pointed out from behind his kit. “Maybe we’d be better off giving it another try tomorrow.”

“We’re close though,” Jake stood back to his feet and strapped his guitar on. “Trust me, we’ll get it in the next three takes.” 

“This is agony,” Sam groaned. 

Josh came over the intercom from behind the mixing board with a bit of feedback, making Jake, Sam, and Danny all jump. 

“Ready for take 21?” he asked. Sam scowled at his brother but finally shook his head in frustrated acceptance and slowly rose back to his feet with a loud crack. Jake gave the audio technician a thumbs up and they heard the metronome sound ticking in their headphones, counting them off. “Play your hearts out, boys,” Josh told them. 

Much to Sam and Danny’s dismay, Jake wasn’t satisfied until 15 takes later. Sam had tried to run out of the studio on multiple occasions, but Josh kept grabbing him and tugging him back to the booth, reminding him that their time in the studio was costing them an arm and a leg, and he was being a big baby. So, when Jake unplugged his guitar from the amp with a crackling snap, Sam had every right to let out a deep groan and collapse back to the floor in relief. Danny tossed his drumsticks off to the side and then, in a similar fashion, flopped beside Sam. 

“I just want this album to take us to the next level,” Jake tried to defend himself. Both Sam and Danny held up their hands to make him stop talking. 

“I thought take 4 sounded great,” Danny said. “I don’t think we needed 36 takes.” 

“My tone wasn’t quite right,” Jake shrugged. “I feel really good about take 36 though.” 

“That one’s definitely the one,” Josh agreed as he entered the room. “That’s gotta break our personal record, huh? Sixteen hours in the studio is pretty impressive.” 

Sam let out another deep groan. 

“We can come in late tomorrow,” Josh looked to Jake for confirmation. “I think we all deserve to sleep in a bit.” 

“I think I deserve to not come into the studio for a week,” Sam tried to barter. “I want to camp out in the middle of nowhere where I don’t have to look at any of your stupid faces or think about stupid music or sound mixing or bass lines.” 

“Wow,” Danny sounded genuinely hurt. “Okay.” 

“He’s just crabby,” Josh consoled Danny. “He gets like this when he doesn’t get his nap.” 

Sam shrugged like he couldn’t argue with Josh. Jake finished tucking his Gibson into his guitar case and then joined Josh, standing over Danny and Sam. He was starting to form some pretty impressive bags under his eyes because, even though he was the night owl of the family, playing for that long and that hard really did take a toll on him. 

“I’m gonna go to the lobby, can I grab you guys anything from the snack bar?” he offered in an attempt to make a truce with his disgruntled bandmates. 

“I’ll take a bag of SunChips,” Sam decided from the ground. 

“Just a water, please,” Danny gave Jake a small smile. Jake grinned back, a wave of relief washing over him that at least Danny wasn’t pissed beyond belief at him and his perfectionism. Thank god Danny was such a naturally understanding person at heart because, god, did Jake do things that would set any other person over the edge. 

Before Josh could put in a request, Jake waved goodbye and booked it out of the room, putting his head down to hurry to the lobby. 

“Wait, I want a banana!” Josh called after him. 

“Sounds like a you problem!” Jake yelled back. 

He reached the lobby and, after a quick scan, made sure to fetch everything that Sam and Danny wanted, and went out of his way to forget Josh’s banana. The exhaustion was catching up to him fast, so he fixed himself a cup of coffee to help him get back to his house in one piece and then turned on his heel to return to the studio. As his white vans clicked down the linoleum floor, he started to whistle the guitar part for one of their new tracks. His eyes were set on their studio door at the end of the hall but, out of his peripheral vision, he saw something that made him slow down. His whistling faded and he pivoted back around on his heel to face the door that he had just passed to his left. He pursed his lips as he took in what looked like a beam of bright light trying to come out from behind the door. Overwhelmed with confusion and intrigue, Jake backed up even farther so he was directly in front of the door, and had to squint his eyes to inspect it. Standing closer to it, he could feel that the hallway was significantly warmer. 

“What the?” he whispered. If his arms weren’t full of food and drinks he would have grabbed for the door handle, but instead he squeezed his eyes shut and reopened them to make sure what he was seeing was really real. The white light pouring from the cracks in the frame looked pretty damn real. 

Just to make sure his exhausted brain wasn’t playing tricks on him, he turned away from the door and hustled back to the studio. Sam, Danny, and Josh were all sprawled on the floor now, but they lifted their heads up slightly as Jake let himself back into the booth. 

“I need to show you guys something,” he said as he handed Danny his water, Sam his chips, and gave Josh a middle finger when he held his hands out for a banana. 

“Hey man, fuck you,” Josh frowned at his brother. “I don’t want to go with you if you’re gonna be mean to me.” 

“No, please, I promise, you’ll want to see this. I need you to see this.” 

“Did you drop an entire case of beer again?” Danny let out a yawn. 

“Just, come with me,” Jake decided to reply, since he really wasn’t sure how to even begin to describe the door. Plus, he liked there being an air of mystery about the whole thing. 

Even though Sam had been the most vocal in his frustration earlier, he was apparently the most willing to humor Jake since he clutched onto a nearby wooden stool to pull himself upright. Danny watched his friend stand up and, with a sigh, joined Sam and Jake. They all looked down at Josh, who was laying on his back with his arms folded over his chest. 

“You’re gonna miss out,” Jake told him. 

“I’m already missing out on a banana, I don’t care.” 

“Suit yourself,” Jake shrugged. He opened the door for Sam and Danny, and they disappeared from the studio. Jake tried to catch a glimpse of the mysterious door as he led Sam and Danny down the hallway and grinned when he saw that the light was still pouring from it. Behind them, Josh’s footsteps grew closer as he ran to catch up. 

“I’m getting a banana, I don’t care what Jake’s showing you guys,” Josh explained himself, though he didn’t move past them to the lobby. Instead, they all cautiously approached the door. 

“The fuck?” Sam asked when he caught sight of the rays of light. 

“Who’s supposed to be in there right now?” Danny asked. 

They checked to see if any names were listed on the calendar posted next to the door, but there was nothing. 

“It looks like it’s open,” Josh announced. “But maybe Helios is dropping a track in there,” he added as a second thought. 

Sam was studying the door, deep in thought. 

“Maybe someone left some lighting equipment in there for a music video or photoshoot?” he guessed. “And they just forget to turn it all off?” 

“Are we gonna open it?” Josh turned to Jake. Jake was staring intently at the door once more, debating the pros and cons of opening it. 

Con: there could be something weird behind there

Pro: there could be something weird behind there

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Danny spoke up. “Why don’t we just let management know, and they can send someone over to check it out? I just wanna get back to my bed and sleep.”  

“Don’t you think it’s funny,” Jake started, his eyes still focused on the light, “that we write an entire album about a heavenly gate, and now we’re facing something that looks exactly like that?” 

“It is strange,” Josh admitted. 

“It seems to me like it’s something we’re meant to open,” Jake decided. He was, of course, talking out of his ass, but he wanted to provide a better reason for opening the door other than that he was curious and he had a hard time determining the severity of the consequences of his actions. 

Danny opened his mouth like he was prepared to give a rebuttal, but before he could get his word in, Jake lurched for the rounded door handle and, through grit teeth in response to the heat of the doorknob, twisted and pushed it open. Almost immediately they were all blinded by the light, which they responded to with grunts, flinching away. 

“Okay, maybe those aren’t set lights,” Sam said while he covered his eyes with his hands. “Jesus Christ, that’s blinding.” 

Josh reached into his jumpsuit pocket and retrieved a pair of sunglasses, which he quickly put on. Unfortunately, he quickly discovered that the glasses did next to nothing to spare his eyes from the searing beam. What he was able to see, though, was Jake walking directly into it.

“What are you doing?” he called out in shock. 

“It’s not gonna hurt me,” Jake said over his shoulder. 

“Literally the one thing they tell you is to not go towards the light.” 

“This feels like a different kind of light.” 

“What the hell does that mean? How do you distinguish the difference between light?” 

“Are you gonna grab him or keep arguing with him?” Sam asked from behind Josh, just barely opening his eyes so he could see what was going on. “He’s gonna do something stupid.” 

“Uh, guys,” Danny’s voice shook. 

“What?” Josh and Sam asked. 

“He’s gone.”

Although it was near impossible to see anything other than the striking white color pouring out of the door, it was clear that Jake was no longer standing with them. 

“For the love of God,” Josh groaned out. “Why the fuck did he do that?”

“You were distracted with Sam and he shot me some finger guns and hopped through the door,” Danny caught them up to speed. “Do you think he’s dead?” 

“He’s not dead,” Josh was quick to respond. “I would have sensed it.” 

That earned him a snort from Sam. 

“I swear, there’s academic articles out there about twin telepathy,” Josh felt it was worthwhile in that moment to defend himself against his younger brother’s scrutiny. 

“Jake?” Danny cautiously called into the light, “Are you in there, bud?” 

They were met with deafening silence. 

“Literally say anything,” Danny tried again, panic rising in his voice. They waited a few beats, but not a single sound was uttered from the other side. 

“We have to go in after him,” Josh declared. “And drag his stupid ass back here.” 

“I’m not going in there,” Sam shook his head. “I’m going to bed.” 

“You know you’re not gonna be able to sleep because you’ll be worried about Jake,” Josh raised an eyebrow. “C’mon, Sam.” 

“I want you both to know that being in a band with all of you has easily taken years off of my life,” Danny told the two brothers. Then, he faced the door, let out a short huff, and stepped through it. 

Sam’s face was scrunched in discomfort, not only from the light, but also the situation at hand. It was unclear what laid beyond the door, and Sam had no rational explanation for what could be going on, but he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wasn’t going to enjoy a good night’s sleep in his own bed for a while. 

“Do you want to hold my hand?” Josh asked, holding his sweaty palm up to Sam. Sam looked like he was contemplating it for a second, but finally pushed it away and pointed at the door. 

“We’re going through there together, that’s all I want.” 

Josh couldn’t argue with that so, after giving Sam a reassuring pat on the shoulder, they stood together and squeezed through the tight door frame, entering into the light. 

It was a bizarre experience: while standing near the light had provided a similar sensation to being in front of a fire pit, once they moved deeper in, the air actually grew colder, like the Michigan winters from their childhood. The light continued to sear their eyes, building in intensity to the point where it was still bright with their eyes closed and covered by their hands. Sam and Josh both felt some kind of force latch onto them at the same time, which they responded to with nervous squeaks, and then, like a nightmare roller coaster, they lurched forward. 

If Sam wasn’t so terrified, he would have smacked his older brother for whooping with glee as they were thrust in some unknown direction at a speed that Sam couldn’t fathom. While they whipped around, he was burdened with worry about how they were going to safely stop and, more importantly, exactly where they were going to stop. Their bodies jerked to the left and to the right, and then Sam felt a warmth that they were rapidly approaching. 

“Brace yourself!” He thought he could hear Josh yell over the rush of wind that was passing by Sam’s ears. It was hard to move, but he managed to shakily reach his hands up towards his head and cover it, alongside pulling his knees up into his chest in the fetal position. He opened his eyes for a brief moment, still stunned by the brightness of everything, but saw Josh slightly up ahead, doing flips in the air while yelling out in joy. Just beyond Josh, Sam could see that the white light was starting to break into some kind of green hue. And it looked like that was directly where they were headed. 

It happened so fast Sam couldn’t process anything that was happening in real-time, but they shot out from some kind of cloud, did a freefall for about ten feet, and then landed with a thud in a grassy field. As upset as Sam was with his brothers for forcing him to jump through some mysterious, magic doorway, he was grateful that Josh had half a heart to warn him about a landing. Still, he was in shock from everything, so he opted to lay in the grass, facing the sky that had magically cleared of any strange clouds or scalding heat. 

“Oh shit, are you dead?” he heard Josh ask to his right. The sound of Josh’s footsteps came closer, and then he saw his older brother leaning directly over his head, his eyes bright. “Hiya, Sammy.” 

“Hiya,” Sam softly replied back. “What the fuck just happened?” 

“Probably something the human mind can’t comprehend,” Josh replied with a smile. “I wonder how far away Jake and Danny are.” 

At the thought of poor Danny going through that on his own, Sam sprung back to his feet, which seemed to surprise Josh since he backed up a few steps. 

“They can’t be too far away, right?” Sam asked. Josh shrugged. They both took a second to scan around them to get a better sense of where they could possibly be. Low, rolling green hills surrounded them on all sides and, in the distance, a grove of trees were standing tall. The air was humid, but a light breeze made it easier to breathe, which Sam sucked in. “It feels like the east coast,” he commented. “Up north.” 

“I don’t think we’re in Nashville anymore,” Josh agreed. 

“Danny?” Sam cupped his hands around his mouth to shout. “DANNY?” he tried again. 

“Hey, hey,” Josh put a hand on Sam’s shoulder to stop him. “We don’t know where we are. I think we need to lay low until we find more answers.” 

“I just want to find my friend,” Sam frowned. “He could be hurt for all we know.” 

“We’ll climb to the top of one of those hills and get the eagle eye view, how about that?” Josh attempted to compromise. “You should be able to see him from up there.” 

Sam couldn’t argue with that logic, so they set their sights on the tallest hill and started to climb. Sam didn’t appreciate how evident it was that he was ridiculously out of shape, but he was glad that he could pretend to be intently searching around for Danny while he was actually catching his breath. He and Josh stood back to back, scanning around, trying to catch a glimpse of anything that even slightly resembled their band members when Josh let out a small gasp. 

“Found them,” he announced. 

Josh tugged on Sam’s shoulder to point him in the right direction, and Sam couldn’t help but let out a chuckle when he caught sight of Danny and Jake about 100 yards away, walking side by side through the grass, entirely unscathed. Without another word, Sam started to jog down the hill towards them. Sure, he was out of shape, but he needed some form of consolation that they were okay and they hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of their lives by passing through that damn door. 

“Oh, thank God,” Sam was greeted by Danny when he approached him and Jake. “We had started to assume that you guys stayed behind.” 

“What the hell is going on?” Sam demanded Jake, moving past Danny to grab ahold of Jake’s loose button up shirt so he could pull him close. 

“Still working on an answer to that one,” Jake choked. “Will get back to you soon though.” 

“Let him go, Sammy,” Josh said as he approached the group. Sam looked hesitant, but after hearing Jake make a few more gagging noises, he threw him back down so he stumbled around a bit before regaining his balance. “I’ve got a couple of theories about what just happened,” Josh continued. He held up three fingers, which his bandmates wearily watched. “One,” Josh started, “we’re dead.” 

“Man, I hope not,” Danny commented. 

“Two,” Josh pointed to his second finger, “we somehow managed to find a portal that brought us to a different dimension.” 

“That could be fun,” Jake looked around at everyone and was met by frowns. 

“Or three, someone drugged us back at the studio.” 

“I’m feeling like it’s gotta be option three,” Sam declared. “The other two are baloney.” 

“I hope we went through a portal,” Jake’s mind was somewhere else. “Wouldn’t that be cool?” 

“Not really,” Danny murmured. “I kinda want to go back home.” 

“It’s an adventure!” Jake exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “An opportunity for us to grow and learn things about each other!” 

“That sounds awful,” Sam’s brow was furrowed. “I’m not in the mood for any kind of self-discovery or whatever.” 

“You’ve got no other choice, Sammy boy,” Jake clasped him on the back, which nearly sent him toppling over. “You stepped through that door, now we have to find our way back.” 

“I hate you,” was all Sam could say in response. 

Jake seemed to take no offense to that, since he linked arms with Josh and started to skip away from Danny and Sam, down the hill towards the horizon, singing at the top of his lungs, 

“We’re off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!” 

“What do you think is going on?” Sam turned to Danny after watching his twin brothers skip off into the distance. Danny looked as troubled as Sam felt, which at least brought him some comfort in knowing that he wasn’t the only one in the group who was capable of even a sliver of rational thought. 

“I couldn’t tell you, but I can confidently say that I’m on the brink of panicking.” 

“You and me both,” Sam sighed. Together, they followed behind Jake and Josh, who had managed to move so far ahead that they were ant-sized in the distance. “We’ll be okay though, I think.” 

Danny looked like he really wanted to believe Sam, but there was still a deep frown stuck on his face. 

“I really wish Jake thought sometimes before he did things.”  

“It’s pretty hard to turn him away from bright, shiny things, Danny. No amount of convincing could have deterred him away from going through that door.” 

“Hey! Guys!” Josh was hollering to them. 

“What?” Sam screamed back. 

“We found something!” Josh’s voice could just barely be heard. Danny and Sam exchanged a quick glance and then tore in Jake and Josh’s direction. Even though they were trying their hardest to remain composed on the outside, both of them were dying to know what situation they had gotten caught in. 

When they reached Jake and Josh, they saw that Josh was closely studying a piece of paper that had been left strewn in a muddy patch in the field. Jake leaned over Josh’s shoulder and seemed to be scanning the words as well, his eyes dancing around the page. 

“What’s that?” Sam pointed towards the damaged paper.

“It’s a clue,” Josh looked up. “A huge clue about where we are.” 

“I didn’t know this was possible,” Jake mused to himself from behind Josh with a joyful chuckle. 

Danny couldn’t tolerate the anticipation anymore since he ripped the paper from Josh’s hands and quickly skimmed it over. 

“What. The. Fuck,” his eyes were wide as he lowered the paper. “What the actual fuck.” 

Jake gave Danny a childlike grin. 

“Right? Right?” He could barely contain his excitement. Danny twisted the paper around so Sam, who was feeling really confused, could take a look. 

“Three days of peace and music,” he read aloud. “Bethel, New York. August 15-17, 1969.” 

“So you guys think,” Danny was trying to make sense of everything, “we traveled back in time?” 

“To the summer of 69,” Jake’s smile stretched from ear to ear. 

“Lord help us,” Sam moaned, letting the paper fall back into the mud.

[lostnfounder]

[The following is a transcript of an audio interaction that took place between Ruth Shirbon and Chase Bonk.]

Ruth: Thanks for coming with me again, uhm. [She looks away.] I… It’s been a while since I’ve done this.

Chase: Oh, yeah, no problem man. [Slight pause.] Wait, but didn’t you do a stake-out, like... a few days ago??

Ruth: [Shifts uncomfortably.] Yeah, that’s… I meant it’s been a while since I’ve, uhm. Had someone hang around me for longer than about an hour. Regularly. This is a nice change of pace, recently.

Chase: [He furrows his brow.] That’s…

Ruth: [Quietly.] Yeah. 

[Pause detected. Time interval: 15 seconds.]

Chase: I mean, you did kind of…? Kidnap me…?

Ruth: [Snort.] Of course. [Slight pause.] Of... course, that’s the only way I could’ve… gotten someone to stick around.

Chase: I didn’t mean it like that.

Ruth: I know you didn’t. I just… [sigh.] It’s been years since I’ve had an actual friend. The last good one I had had to go back to the UK after his transfer thing was over.

Chase: Ohh, yeah. I know the feeling.

Ruth: [Suddenly sounds a bit curious.] Yeah?

Chase: ... I just kinda said that without thinking. I dunno.

Ruth: Oh.

[A pause, about six seconds.]

Chase: But maybe I do know. I... It's... My brain's all fuckin'... foggy, man.

Ruth: Yeeeeaaah, that's... not surprising.

Chase: Oh my god, don't bring me forgetting the mail for a week into this again-

Ruth: [Rustling as they raise their arms up defensively.] I didn't say it!

Chase: Uuuuggghhh, bro. This is what I get for trying to open up to you.

Ruth: What!!! No, no, you can- You can open up to me.

[A pause, about five seconds.]

Chase: ... I swear you just batted your eyelashes at me.

Ruth: WOW. I WOULD NEVER. OKAY. [Giggling.]

Chase: [Laughing.] Ohhh, my god. [He sighs, resuming a more serious tone.] But... It's like... when I go to think about my life before... streaming, it's... a blur.

Ruth: ... Streaming??

Chase: UHHHHH.

Ruth: What streaming?

Chase: Exactly! What streaming??? [Really, just, incredibly forced laughter.]

Ruth: Chase.

Chase: Uuuugh. Okay, fine. I... Have you ever heard of a guy called Slimecicle?

Ruth: Nah. Never been much of a... like, livestream viewer type of guy.

Chase: That... checks out.

Ruth: [Joking scoff.] What does that mean-

Chase: Lemme finish! Shh! [Quiet laughter.] But, ah. They had me... impersonate him. Uh. Take over for him. So I could... work weird hours because... demons don't really get... fatigued. The way humans do, I mean.

Ruth: By weird hours do you mean...

Chase: [Deep sigh.] All the fucking time, man, literally. I'd end one stream, and then- and then thirty fucking minutes later, 'Hey guys! It's me, Slimecicle, back with another goopy, gooey stream!!'

Ruth: Jesus.

Chase: I-I think I was their favorite. That's... I streamed the most, out of everyone there, I think. [More forced laughter, but it trails off.]

Ruth: That's awfu- Wait, there were others? How many others? Holy shit, are- are all livestreamers just demons?? Working for Showfall??

Chase: No.

Ruth: Oh.

Chase: Just the Twitch ones.

Ruth: Oh.

Chase: Uh, anyways, but. Yeah. Everything before that... is... nothing. That's the real reason I haven't been telling you anything.

Ruth: ... Thanks for trusting me with it, though, uhm. I know I haven't exactly been the most friendly to you.

Chase: What? No, no, you have.

Ruth: ... I kidnapped you.

Chase: Well, yeah, but. All things considered... Well, I could've left already if you made me want to, man.

Ruth: And get past my killer alert skills? Hah. Not likely.

Chase: Ruth. I'm a demon.

Ruth: ... Okay, yeah, true. You... got me there. [Slight rustling as she turns to look at him.] So you... want to stay?

Chase: [Puff of air being blown out.] Well, I'd rather my house wasn't literally right on Hell Incorporated's doorstep, but.

Ruth: [Snort.]

Chase: Yeah, man. I think I'm gonna stick around. [He smiled when he said this, I remember.]

Ruth: ... Oh. Uhm. Thank you.

Chase: Yeah, yeah. I'll be here for your questions, don't worry. [Lighthearted chuckle.]

Ruth: Right. Yep. That's what I want. That's... still the reason behind all of this.

[Silence, about 15 seconds.]

Chase: So in the wake of Slugmo's, uh, passing, right, I've been thinking: Slugmo Two.

Ruth: Chase I barely have enough money for groceries, I am not buying you another children's to-

[Rustling as the recording device is reached for and then shut off. Transcript end.]

[i-read-shitty-comics]

Favorite Reads of 2022

The only criteria I have for this list is that I need to have read it this year. Audio dramas sadly don’t count, but they are ok for the honorable mentions.

The reason I even mention them at all is because I can’t speak Japanese, so therefore I had to read along with some translations. Also if they would be on the list more than half of this would be Nitro+Chiral stuff and as much as I love their stories, I’d like to have at least a little variety.

Speaking of Nitro+Chiral, btw:

10: DRAMAtical Murder re:connect

Content Warnings:

Body Horror, Cannibalism, Emotional Abuse, Explicit Sex, Explicit Violence, Incest … kind of?, Kidnapping, Mature Themes, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm

Average Rating: 7.85/10 (VNStat)

Synopsis: 

Fandisk of the original game that expands a bit more on every ending, with some extra content.

(Synopsis by ✨yours truly✨)

My Rating: 8/10

My Opinion:

Not much to say. I love DRAMAtical Murder, so I love re:connect. If the game wouldn’t be 80% smashing it would definitely be way higher though. Like, I don’t mind sex scenes, but do they have to be the main draw in the good endings?

9: Dekoboko Sugar Days

Content Warnings:

Explicit Sex

Average Rating: 7.52/10

Synopsis: 

When they were little kids, Yuujirou Matsukaze rescued the poor Rui Hanamine from an unlucky incident. It was love at first sight for Yuujirou, and from that moment on, he knew that he had to protect Rui at all costs.

Now in high school, Rui stands tall at 186 cm and is strongly attached to Yuujirou, who is conscious of his height of only 165 cm. Despite knowing each other for so long, Rui remains oblivious to Yuujirou's feelings, and Yuujirou cannot bring himself to express his emotions. But as they grow more aware of what they feel deep inside, the harder it gets to contain their sweet sentiments for each other.

My Rating: 8/10

My Opinion:

Very cute little romcom I read whenever I need to bring a smile to my face. This is really all I have to say. It is just very cute and funny and adorable and the two main characters are absolute idiots and I love that.

8: Sweet Home

Content Warnings:

Bullying, Mature Themes, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Suicide, Violence, Domestic Abuse

Average Rating: 8.27/10

Synopsis: 

Cha Hyun is a reclusive high school student who spends his days holed up in his room playing video games. But when he loses his entire family in a tragic car accident, he is forced to leave his home and carefree lifestyle behind and move into a new apartment all by himself. However, his pesky neighbors and lack of money soon become the least of his worries as people around him suddenly begin turning into horrifying monsters, plunging the world into apocalyptic chaos.

The situation takes a turn for the worse when Hyun realizes that he himself is slowly turning into a monster, while a mysterious voice in his head grows louder and louder. With his time running out, Hyun must work together with his fellow tenants to uncover the cause of the outbreak and find a way to survive in this hopeless new world, all the while fighting to retain his humanity.

My Rating: 9/10

My Opinion:

Incredibly gripping. It was really hard to put it down and I loved following the main character on his journey to discover his humanity and regain his will to live.

7: My Brother’s Husband

Content Warnings:

none

Average Rating: 8.17/10

Synopsis: 

Yaichi Origuchi's uneventful day is interrupted by a big, burly foreigner who shows up at his front door and begins to hug him. The man introduces himself as Mike Flanagan, and Yaichi quickly discovers that Mike is the widower of Ryouji, his younger twin brother. Since Ryouji left for Canada a decade ago, Yaichi heard nothing about him other than he married a foreigner and passed away the month before.

While Yaichi is apprehensive about the whole situation, his young daughter Kana is absolutely thrilled at the idea of having a gay Canadian uncle. Kana's lack of understanding of Japanese societal views on homosexuality cause Yaichi to reflect on his own preconceived notions. And as Mike continues to stay with the family, Yaichi gradually learns more about his brother-in-law, and he recalls his own past with Ryouji.

My Rating: 9/10

My Opinion:

Another very cute read and you can see that casual homophobia in Japanese society is a topic the author is extremely passionate about. Now subtlety is not in this manga and I understand why. However, it is a bit annoying that the message is so strongly shoved in your face but that does not cancel out how cute and sweet it is to see the familial bonds develop and the main character to become a better and more tolerant person.

6: Magi

Content Warnings:

Sexual Abuse Played as a Joke

Average Rating: 8.28/10

Synopsis: 

Fourteen years ago, mysterious buildings called "Dungeons" started to rise in various places around the world. Within these dungeons, powerful beings called djinns rule over. When a person successfully conquers the dungeon, the djinn offers their immense strength in the form of Metal Vessels, recognizing him or her as a worthy king candidate. Adventurers from many empires and kingdoms venture into the dungeons in search of their bountiful treasures and the power of djinns. However, to travel through them is not an easy task, and only Magi—legendary magicians who choose kings and develop countries—can guide people through.

After being trapped in a room for most of his life, a young Magi named Aladdin finally sets out on a journey to explore the world along with his friend, a djinn named Ugo, who he can summon from his flute. Through a series of fateful encounters, Aladdin meets new various friends and allies, and together they begin an adventure that will change the fate of the world.

My Rating: 8/10

My Opinion:

Magi still slays just as much as I remembered. Not much to say except that I absolutely adore politics, economics and especially philosophizing in Fantasy. Combine that with a fun cast of characters and a setting that isn’t based on medieval europe (thank fucking god) and you have me squealing in my seat while I read.

Also my favorite arcs are the Kou Empire arc, the Balbadd arc and the second Balbadd arc in that order.

5: Sweet Pool

Content Warnings:

Cannibalism, Child Abuse, Cults, Emotional Abuse, Explicit Sex, Mental Illness, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Domestic Abuse, Mentions of Homophobia

Average Rating: 7.78/10 (VNStat)

Synopsis: 

After yet another long stay in the hospital, Sakiyama Youji hoped that things would finally get back to normal. But shortly after returning to school, his world begins to change — and no one seems to notice.

Bizarre symptoms plague his body, and vivid hallucinations of blood and flesh stalk his every waking moment. At the same time, two fellow students — the stoic Tetsuo and the notorious troublemaker Zenya — begin to take an intense and inexplicable interest in him.

What are Tetsuo and Zenya after? Are his hallucinations really nothing more? Everyone seems to know more than they’re letting on — but by trying to put the pieces together, Youji may be sowing the seeds of his doom.

(vndb)

My Rating: 8/10

My Opinion:

This story really grew on me the more I thought about it. This is definitely not for everyone. In fact, I would barely ever recommend this to someone. However, it is my favorite game to talk about because the premise is so bonkers. Just summarizing the plot will get some funny reactions out of people, which is what I’m living for.

But once you get past the extremely out there premise you get a really well executed slow paced horror and is tragically beautiful. When I listened to the audio drama of the characters just going to karaoke and hang out and have a good time, I was so happy for them that I almost cried,

I never would have expected a story about a dude shitting meat to touch me in this way, yet here I am, close to tears and kind of disturbed because what the fuck did I just read?

4: Our Dining Table

Content Warnings:

none

Average Rating: 8.19/10

Synopsis: 

Yutaka Hozumi has always been bad at eating in the company of others, with people complaining that his presence makes mealtimes boring and food taste bad. While eating lunch alone one day, he is suddenly approached by a hungry little boy to whom he hands over the onigiri from his meal. When the boy's older brother shows up, Yutaka is introduced to Tane and Minoru Ueda—a pair of siblings with a significant age gap.

When Yutaka meets the brothers again, they ask to learn how to make his special rice balls; little Tane insists that they were the best he had ever eaten. Succumbing to Tane's adorable pleas and his own fear of the intimidating Minoru, Yutaka agrees to become their cooking teacher.

As lessons morph into meals, Yutaka and the siblings grow closer—but Tane and Minoru's close bond draws out uncomfortable memories for Yutaka, and there are feelings lurking beneath the surface of these group meals that were not initially apparent.

My Rating: 10/10

My Opinion:

This is just so wholesome and cute. To be fair this is mainly so high because I’m an absolute sucker for cute and wholesome things but that doesn’t make this any less heartwarming. As someone who loves to cook for other people I also love that, in this story,  food is used as a way for people to connect and bond over and form relationships that will last a lifetime.

Honorable Mentions:

Biting the Tiger (8/10)

DRAMAtical Murder Drama CD Vol. 1 Koujaku (8/10)

DRAMAtical Murder Drama CD Vol. 2 Clear (9/10)

DRAMAtical Murder Drama CD Vol. 4 Noiz (8/10)

Mom, I’m Gay (8/10)

My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness (8/10)

No.6 (8/10)

Sweet Pool Drama CD Everblue (7/10)

3: Alice in Borderland

Content Warnings:

Mature Themes, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Sexual Content, Violence

Average Rating: 8.40/10

Synopsis: 

Feeling unsettled about the future, high school student Ryouhei Arisu often escapes the reality of life. After hanging out at a bar, Arisu and his best friends, Daikichi Karube and Chouta Segawa, wait for the first train to arrive in the morning. Suddenly, a colorful array of fireworks set off in the sky, and an enormous blinding firework renders them unconscious.

The trio finds themselves back at the bar covered in dust, discovering that the city has become a barren wasteland. But instead of being worried, Arisu feels alive for the very first time in his life and relishes the freedom of this lifeless city. However, his bliss is cut short when the group rashly enters a festival venue. Seeing its delicacies and lively ambiance, they think the place is a dream; unbeknownst to them, it will be the setting for their first deadly game.

Together with his friends, Arisu slowly enters the mysterious area known as the Borderland—an unknown country where every game puts their lives at stake, and a single misstep can lead to their demise.

My Rating: 9/10

My Opinion:

The only reason this isn’t a perfect 10/10 is because I am not a big fan of the romance, which had way too little build up and no chemistry, imo. This manga is just amazing, it is so intelligently written and I couldn’t put it down no matter how tired I was at times. First thing I did in the morning was reading this, first thing I did when I got home from work was reading this, last thing I did before going to bed was reading this, even though I was way too tired, forgot what I read and had to re-read it the next day.

It is just really good and I highly recommend it to anyone who can stomach the gore.

2: DRAMAtical Murder

Content Warnings:

Cannibalism, Emotional Abuse, Explicit Sex, Explicit Violence, Kidnapping, Mature Themes, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm

Average Rating: 7.92/10 (VNStat)

Synopsis: 

"I will destroy you."

Midorijima. Situated to the south of Japan, this beautiful island was once a place where people lived in harmony with nature. Then the Toue Corporation took over, driving off most of the island's residents and forcing those who would not leave to live in the shadow of Platinum Jail, a walled-off megaresort where the wealthy wallow in luxury.

Aoba is a young man living with his grandmother in the Old Residential District, the last refuge of Midorijima's people. While his peers join gangs and fight for dominance of the streets or immerse themselves in the virtual reality game Rhyme, Aoba works part-time at a junk shop and hopes only that his peaceful life will last.

But strange things are happening on Midorijima, and Aoba will soon have to fight... or lose everything that he holds dear.

(vndb)

My Rating: 9/10

My Opinion:

Ok, listen: I love this game a lot, as you probably could have guessed from it being on number two. However, there are very few words that describe how much I have loved every second (that doesn’t have Mink) of this game.

I laughed and smiled so much during this game and despite knowing everything that will happen I still dreaded the bad endings and empathized with every single character and the situation they were in.

I almost cried, twice and still laugh about the memes that were made almost ten years ago.

If there is only one title you are willing to check out, please let it be this one (number one a few too many content warnings to recommend, imo). I know 18+ gay romances aren’t something everyone is interested in but, trust me, you won’t regret it.

Also, if you say anything against my boi Clear I will find out where you live.

1: Slow Damage

Content Warnings:

Attempted Suicide, Child Abuse, Child Trafficing, Drug Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Explicit Sex, Explicit Violence, Gambling, Human Trafficing, Mature Themes, Mental Illness, Pedophilia (nothing is shown but it is mentioned a few times), Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm, Suicide, Mentions of Homophobia, also warning for strobe lights

Average Rating: 8.92/10 (VNStat)

Synopsis:

The year is 20XX, and the declining nation of Japan has built the ultimate casino resort: Shinkoumi. This "special administrative region," once known as Tokyo Waterfront City, is functionally its own separate country under the complete control of a private managing organization known as the Takasatogumi.

With the economy in turmoil, the masses flock to Shinkoumi with the hope of getting rich quick, or at the very least, venting the stress of their overworked, underpaid lives. With no restriction on who can enter, crime has flourished, and entire districts have decayed.

Our protagonist, Towa, lives a life of indolence on the third floor of a small neighborhood clinic. For you see, he has a hobby: painting human desire. Specifically, the moment before those suppressed urges break free from their constraints. And to do so, naturally, he must experience it himself firsthand.

In the art world, he is known as "euphoria".

It can be dangerous to grant people's darkest desires – someti mes, even deadly. But in the spirit of avant-garde, Towa is willing to die for his art…

(vndb)

My Rating: 10/10

My Opinion:

I can not put into words how much I love this story. The first three routes are solid 8/10s, really good but not the best I have ever read. As soon as the true route started ,however, I was hooked and got extremely emotional. The romance is so beautiful and I love all of the characters so much.

Now, don’t take this game lightly, every single content warning this game has is more than deserved. It is incredibly fucked up and disturbing, I do not recommend it if you have an even slightly faint heart. However, if you are able to read it, please do. This story is absolutely incredible and I love it so very much.

I could start crying thinking about the fact that the only extra content for the game has not been translated, yet and that it will take a while for me to follow the characters further in their lives.